#he and jordan are on the same level

[apollos-boyfriend]

calling sausage a pg cc isn't necessarily wrong but he's like. pg 13 at best. let's not kid ourselves

[championoftheoppressed]

I would really love some people to talk about Superman & Lois with, but I've unfortunately blocked like half the tag for having dumb takes lmao

[apopcornkernel]

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[willyoubemycherryy]

No Guidance (Stack.M x R)

Summary: You’re just getting to the good part.

Contains: Flirting, some smut, Mary slander, cursing, everyone has a southern accent, platonic smoke with reader, a little dancing, MARY SLANDER, and I don’t care I don’t fucking like her, this is for the _ strictly for the _, kissing, making out, a hint of manhandling, established relationship, choking, allusions to sex and one brief flashback of some impact play, Michael B Jordan fine as hell, fine enough to bring me out of retirement

-There’s just not enough mindless smut of sinners, almost no x reader bc they’re all OC 😔 and please tell me how we feel about the daddy thing bc Stack screams daddy kink and in the next part👀…

A/N: act like I’ve been here the whole time.

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“Uh-uh. We not doin’ none of that. Not tonight. Get ta steppin’”.

You level a look at the pale woman standing in the doorway, raising an eyebrow when she crosses her arms- fixing you with a glare of her own. She really was lucky you 50 percent Christian- otherwise, you’d have turned her every way but inside out.

It was no surprise that Mary was there- given her history with Elias or “Stack”. Of course she’d come running the minute she heard he was back in town along with his brother and cousin…but running to where? Not up in here.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere cause I have business in there.” Mary points the loud crowded space behind you and you push your shoulder from off the side of the doorway. You knew all about Mary. You may have empathized a little with her but you damn sure didn’t like her. She was the past in a future that needed her gone in order to make it and her refusal in understanding that irked you immensely. To you, she was selfish- plain and simple.

“You also ‘bout to have a foot up yo ass because the only business in there is the one my man is tendin’ to and you can’t possibly be talkin’ ‘bout him?” You pose it like a question but you leave no room for debate in your voice.

She was there for Stack. She wasn’t getting Stack.

Your question was met with a scoff but otherwise silence. Mmhm. That’s what you thought. Stepping back, you get ready to close the door since you were not about to stand and argue with Mary all night; fixing her with the same ugly glare she always gives you before leaning down to whisper in her face,

“Go be a good bitch and find a new master or I’ll be the one to walk you.”

Slamming the door with a satisfied grin, you turn around to go find a friend of yours and ask her to watch the door. It took some convincing since she was the strict one out of your group but it had to be her because as much as you love the twins and trust their judgment (mostly), Cornbread could not be the one to watch the door the entire night. After agreeing that you’ll owe her one, you leave to grab a drink of your own and judging by the look on Smoke’s face as you pass him- you didn’t look happy.

“Ooh. Who did it?” He drawls out as his eyebrows draw together in a slight frown. He knew about his brother and Mary’s sordid past because of course he did but he also knew how you and Stack have been since day 1.

He still remembers the day they met you…barefoot and sass-mouthed serving drinks at your mommas little dive bar.

“Aww twins~ Wait-! don’t tell me! Y’all gots ta be Double and Trouble!” Laughing like a hyena until your mama threw a spoon from the kitchen and you ducked- smacking your teeth before hurrying off to get their liquor.

That was it.

A pretty young server and good malt..until they came back for another couple rounds one night and you were still barefoot but this time, you wasn’t serving no drinks. Instead, you were standing in the middle of the room singing with a voice so sweet and strong that it rang through their head for the rest of the night. Smoke saw an amazing gift. Stack had seen a gift and something more…

“Just some go-go flour ranger. Nobody important.” Damn. Smoke winces with a soft hum at the insult yet knowing exactly who you mean. You always were creative with your insults- never missing in hitting where it hurt. Taking a deep breath, the beat of the music temps up and he passes you your drink and you sip at it, nodding along to the music as you start to loosen up. Tonight wasn’t the night and neither were any of the others. Tonight was supposed to be the continuation of their new pages turning- and that meant the end of whatever beef was between you, Mary, and his brother.

Smoke watches you start to move and raises a brow; broad smile growing across his face, making his dimples pop out as something comes to him.

“You gon’ sing a lil sum’ for us?”

Reaching out, he takes your hand to twirl you with a soft grin and you let go afterwards to fake think for a bit. Sammy currently had the floor and he was doing great plus…you sorta had other plans for the night. Smoke huffs a laugh, noticing that glint in your eyes- the one you got when you were fixing to get a kick out of causing trouble.

“Ohh, I get it. You in a just dancin’ mood tonight, huh?”

You get another drink and finish that one quick before nodding slowly before moving closer with a grin.

“Smoke, y’know, I neva’ woulda pegged you as a dancin’ man but if you’re offering-“,

“Oh nah baby, he ain’t but I am.”

The low words are whispered against the shell of your ear with a heat that sends shivers licking up your spine. Big, familiar hands fit themselves on your shoulders while Stack dips his head lower to press soft, full lips against your throat- directly over your pulse point and your heart jumps; you barely holding back a gasp. You look at the space where Smoke had been standing before he made himself scarce with a lighthearted “don’t wear y’selves out” and try to gather yourself, turning in Stack’s arms to face him.

Lidded, mellow chocolate eyes focused on you with plump lips pulled up in a smirk framed by dimples greet you and you roll your eyes. Shaking your head lightly as you swallow a whine.

There really was such thing as being too fine and Stack was proof. Strong hands glide themselves further down your sides, settling on the space just above your ass, never taking his eyes off yours and the intensity of him sparks something inside you.

“Been lookin’ for ya. Shoulda known yous’ somewhere in here causin’ trouble, hmm?”

It’s a lot warmer than you remember it being a couple minutes ago but no matter how deep you inhale, it doesn’t go away. That’s when you realize that the room hasn’t gotten any hotter than it’s already been.

But you have.

Your mouth barely opens to retort before Stack’s is covering it completely with his- slow, consuming and so deep. You truly can’t help the way you melt into him. Heart pounding with adrenaline and something much more tantalizing at the way Stack leads, plush lips firm against yours as you suckle at each others mouths. You only had two drinks but you already feel drunk; senses heightened and so sensitive that you’re borderline vibrating. Blood flowing through your system with a searing rush.

Stack harshly sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and your pulse drops like a boulder into the lava pooling in your lower stomach; sending waves ricocheting through your body before licking deep into your own just in time to muffle the nasty little moans threatening to slip out while his tongue memorizes every inch of your mouth and the pleasure has you on the way to out of your mind and he knows it.

You were unyielding to everyone and everything else except him and Stack used that to his advantage each and every time. He’d always been good at getting people to listen to him but the way you gave into him was the sweetest thing he’d come to know. From the way your doe eyes would get wide whenever he’d say or do something that set you off and you’d find yourself wanting him- to the way you were purring and sighing like a cat now, snuggling your soft pretty self tight against him while he devoured your mouth; lips smacking hungrily against yours.

By the time you two separate, his hand is a little too close to your throat and you suddenly want everyone to go home.

“Don’t be lookin’ at me like that baby. 'Else I might think we have a problem.” Stack drags his lips from the corner of your lips to your cheek, rasping lowly into your ear and you whine in frustration, shifting in his hold.

“And what if we do?”

The hand that was at first only close to your neck, slides up to wrap around it. Loose enough but heavy like a collar and you go dizzy from how hard your cunt throbs, biting your swollen lip as you bat pretty lashes up at him.

Now, Stack learned early that you had a thing for sass-mouthing. You, learned quickly that Stack didn’t have much patience for being sass-mouthed. So if there was something you wanted from him, you learned the first time he spanked your ass raw while being stuffed with three of his thick fingers but nothing else- to ask for it real nice and polite. Your tone though, would be the death of you.

“Then I’m sure we can come to an agreement”, his hand squeezes quick before releasing as he presses another hard kiss to your lips, “Right baby?” You nod before you can stop yourself, body roaring with molten need and you blurt out,

“Tell everyone to go home.”

A surprised bark of laughter shoots from his chest and he raises an amused brow as he looks down at you.

“C’mon, you know I can’t. We just opened this place a few weeks ago, mamas. Gotta break it in.” You throw your head back with a groan, rolling your eyes as you mumble under your breath.

“Wish you’d break me in…”

“Huh?”

“What?”

You ask back just as fast and Stack whistles lowly, shaking his head before dragging you in by your throat so close that you’re standing between his legs. He drops his forehead against yours and just takes a couple seconds to look at you- breathe you in before he has you begging for the better half of the night.

“Nah, what was that?”

“What was what?” You could play dumb with the best of em. Grinning innocently like you had all the time in the world to play your games and Stack was all too ready to play with you. Especially when he knew he’d win.

“You gon’ make me get it outta you, pretty girl?”

Your heart skips a beat and he notices your eyes doing the thing when you answer:

“If you think you can then go ahead.”

Stack nods slowly, moving his hand off your throat to take your hand instead. Rising to his full height, he leads you up to the office of the joint, guiding you in first then closing the door behind you both with a click and makes his way towards you.

His stride reminds you a lot of a predator getting ready to jump on their prey and you only hope that you’re left shaking afterwards…

Part 2🫶🏽

-p.s. can y’all guess who’s next?

Another note- agree or disagree about Mary in the comments but be respectful to one another. I delete comments and block people so chill and type accordingly.

[ladylooch]

What It's Like to Lose You - [Sidney Crosby]

Summary: Nora and Sidney were on the same page until a miscommunication brings to light feelings that were buried in the dark. What happens when Nora asks a superstitious Sid to shift his plans?

Word count: 5.7k

Main Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Based on: Lose you by Jordan Davis

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Baby, I don't wanna know what it's like to lose you

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12 years ago this week, two 25 year olds were meeting for the first time in a Pittsburgh restaurant. Nora had been rushing in through the open doorway. Sidney had been walking out on his phone, and boom, two worlds collided. They both got up unscathed from their collision, but their worlds never separated again. It was a chance encounter out of a Rom-Com, including a spilled purse, bumping heads, and a number exchange that she is still slightly convinced was purely apologetic. 

Sid insists that Nora was the prettiest girl he had ever seen and it had nothing to do with the way her forehead was badly bruising despite the ice pack she was given by the restaurant. On their first official date, she still had the bump on her forehead and Sid spent the whole night blushing every time his hazel eyes raised to it. 

“I can’t apologize enough.”

He tried though.

Despite being a professional hockey player, he maintains that’s the worst injury he’s ever given someone. 

But bruises heal and Nora came away with an amazing man, so she still sees the night as a smashing success. Sid’s usual, knowing smile tells her that under all the teasing and apologies, he feels the same.

Every few years, they head back to that restaurant to recreate the better parts of the evening including the meal, drinks, and 6 layer chocolate cake. It started off as a standard reservation over the years, but as Sid and Nora have been together longer, their desire for privacy has grown. The last few times they have celebrated, Sid has rented the roof top level of the restaurant out for them. They have their own private staff, a warm fireplace, soft candle light, and apparently this year, a million white rose petals lining the floor.

Once off the elevator, Nora pulls her gloves off, thanking the hostess for accompanying her up the stairs. 

“Sid?” She calls out, not seeing him within the room. She continues walking, focusing on the outdoor balcony where his wide shoulders come into view. He is dressed up tonight in a simple black suit. His back is to her but white puffs of his breath float around his frame as he looks out over the Pittsburgh skyline. Circling him is various sized, white candles with more rose petals and additional vases of white roses. The combination of the white petals, yellow-ish candles, and the dark night are picturesque Penguins colors. The vision is romantic, including Sid’s nonchalant stance in the center of it all.

Nora pauses at the door, taking in the stunning sight. There is no table near him, so the display feels strangely out of place. 

Oh my…

Is he proposing!? 

Sid reaches a hand into his pocket, fiddling with something in there then pushing out a heavy breath like he is anxious.

Holy crap, he totally is!

Adrenaline and excitement shoot through her body at the prospect of what is about to happen. Sid and Nora have talked about marriage extensively over the years. They talked about waiting until he retired, or his latest contract was up. But then he re-signed another contract they weren’t sure was coming in Pittsburgh. He can see this being his last one. They’ve agreed over the years to avoid the distraction of a wedding or babies while he is still playing, but knowing this chapter is dwindling must have provided comfort to him.

 Now, he is proposing early to give her time to plan the wedding.

This is perfect! She can get things together in the next few years, slowly, build it into a magical weekend. They can invite all their friends and family- all Sid’s current and former teammates too. The inn on their lake back home will be an idyllic venue. She can see it now, walking down the wooden steps to the dock where Sid waits for her- stoic and reserved but with huge heart eyes only for her.  

He really surprised me, she thinks as she fluffs her hair, ensuring none of it is tucked into the collar of her jacket. He was also weirdly insistent that she had her nails done and was wearing the new dress she bought last week on their trip to the mall. Plus, he has always loved the idea of spoiling and surprising her for their proposal. Doing it early and on such a special night, at a special place, is exactly the way to accomplish that. 

“Hey stranger.” Nora says, shaking slightly as she steps out onto the rooftop patio.

“Hey beautiful.” He grins widely at her approach. He crosses the distance between them, meeting her in the middle. “Was just checking out the city from this view. Come look with me.” He encourages her forward, careful of the candles and flower petals. His hand rests on the small of her back, warming her through her coat. Once fully inside the circle, he leans forward, kissing her cheek, then turning her chin to kiss her more fully. 

“Am I late?” She wonders as they step through the path together.

“No, I’m early. Meeting was done sooner than I thought, but I didn’t want to rush you away from work.” He kisses her temple. She turns, puckering her lips and he gladly presses his there. “Mm, I missed you today.”

“Me too. The days have been long lately.”

“Yeah.” Sid inhales heavily. “Hopefully tonight makes up for that.” Nora smiles, then lets him turn her shoulders at the exact angle he was at. “Look at how the river glows from the lights at this angle.”

He is subtle with his adjustment, almost making her think he isn’t attempting to him sink down to one knee beside her. Nora plays along. She points out various places they love that she can see from here. The place she lived when they met and how terrible the parking garage situation was. Her last office building that she had the luxury of an office with floor to ceiling windows. PPG Paints Arena isn’t far from here either. As she talks, Sid steps behind her, wrapping an arm around her stomach and pulling her in close to his body. His heat radiates off her, keeping her warm despite the bitter chill in the air tonight.

The wind suddenly whips particularly hard, almost knocking over a row of vases and candles.

“Damn, this is kinda a fire hazard.” Sid murmurs. Nora’s heart begins to pound in her chest. 

Maybe this is it… 

“Yeah, but it’s really nice. So beautiful and romantic.” She motions to the flowers and candles.

“Isn’t it? A guy proposed to his girlfriend before I got here. They asked if they should take it down, but I said it was pretty and we could enjoy it. Brings a lot of light into the room, no? I’ll have to take notes.” 

Oh… Oh.

Mortified, Nora closes her eyes, groaning slightly.

“Oh my god, you’re not proposing?” She breathes out.

“Wouldn’t that be funny?” Sid laughs, genuinely, like it’s some big joke to infer from where they are standing that might be happening.

Except it’s not a joke to Nora. Not at all. Because something she didn’t plan on when she walked in here, had morphed into the plan, and now it’s being ripped right from her fingers in a way that feels like a sucker punch to the gut. Gradually, Sid realizes he shouldn’t be laughing when he takes in the disappointed look crossing her face. His smile slides off his face as he steps back from her, hands in his pockets. He shows them to her, empty hands palm side up. 

“Wow, that was really stupid of me to think you were doing that.” She blinks, clearing her throat. Her hurt is visible to Sid. She can’t mask it. It’s too big right now and the added layer of fresh, unexpected disappointment makes him shift uncomfortably.

“Wha…” Sid sighs heavily, rolling his shoulders slightly forward to enclose them together as the wind continues to whip.“Babe, we’ve been on the same page about this… when I retire we can take those next steps.” 

Nora’s hazel eyes focus on the edge of his suit lapel. The sharp line curves and bends with the tears swimming in her vision. She purses her lips together.

“I know.” She says measuredly, working overtime to keep her voice steady. “But I saw all this and thought…” She pauses, putting her tongue between her lips for a moment to gather her courage. She looks around at the restaurant. With fresh eyes, Sid does the same. His face suddenly falls into recognition. In a last moment of foolishness, Nora meekly says, “You could still ask?” The words trail off at the end. Sid’s eyes slide away for a moment, then come back to hers, questioning.

“Why?”

“Why not?” Her breathing starts to increase, making quiet gasps. Sid looks down again, dropping their gazes as he shakes his head. Then he shrugs awkwardly like that’s all he has to say. A man of so many words and now he has none.

Achingly, she straightens her shoulders. This gets Sid’s eyes to raise back to her again. His search hers, finding them shimmering from her tears and the golden candle light. 

“I…” He tries. 

“You don’t have to say anything. It would probably be best if you didn’t.” She nods as she says it. She looks around the roof, trying to memorize the scene and let it go all at the same time. A perfect proposal- the night, the spot, the man- but none of it is hers. Even Sid isn’t, not really. He still belongs to something else. Something that he puts above her time and time again, but tonight she can’t swallow that reality and not burst into tears. “I’m gonna go.”

“No, babe. Please?” Sid tries tenderly. His fingers reach for hers, threading through her left hand. The emptiness of her left ring finger is heavier than if it had a 5 carat diamond on it. “Let’s just sit down and have dinner. We can talk.”

“About what?” She stutters out as she shakes her head. “This is never really up for discussion, Sid.” Her bottom lip wobbles and she thinks this might be when she loses it for real. Her lips tilt down into a crumbling frown. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I have loved you every moment of the last 12 years of our lives together. But at what point, are we fooling each other and ourselves? Partnership is about compromise. And I’ve done a lot of it over the years for you.” She closes her eyes. “Never once has it been about me. Now I’m asking for it to be. For a minute, so I can be honest and say that I need you to reconsider. I need… something more permanent. Something that tells me that we are building a future together. That this isn’t going to be 12 years of wasted time and suddenly you’re off to the next thing. Because sometimes it feels that way. Like I’m for now and not forever.”

“How can you say that?” Sid scoffs, shaking his head at the absurdity. “Where is this even coming from?”

“Because I don’t have anything permanent from you except your word. I only get pulled into the spotlight with you for the big moments, Sid. Otherwise, it’s like I’m not even here. Because you’re shielding me or whatever it is that you tell me and yourself to make this out like it’s for the best for both of us and not just you.”

“I know this is a lot to ask.”

“Do you!?” Nora’s voice shakes like an earthquake now as her teeth chatter together. “Because until this moment, you’ve barely acknowledged that. It shouldn’t have to be like that. I shouldn’t be on the verge of leaving and you’re telling me for the first time that this all matters to you.” 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you felt this way.” Sid answers quietly. “I thought we were on the same page.” He repeats again. 

“I want this, Sid.” She motions around at the rooftop. “I want us to start taking steps, not just talking about making plans. I- I want get engaged. Soon. We don’t have to get married right away, but I want to have a ring on my finger by the end of the summer. Can you agree to that?”

It’s a simple comprise, Nora encourages herself to stay strong.

Sid’s gaze back to her is haunting. And she knows before he says a word. It’s such a big change and that’s his biggest fear when it should be losing her.

“I don’t know, babe. There are so many unknowns with the next few seasons.” Hockey. Of course. His mistress calls to him every time and he will always answer. Until he can’t anymore. As long as he does that, she will never come first.

So while his answer isn’t a resounding no, it’s also not a yes, and suddenly that becomes a deal breaker. 

“Even if I can’t live like that?” She breathes out. Internally, her brain begs for him to pull a trick play, change his mind, anything that can save them at the last second. That he will come through for them like he has for his team countless times on the ice.

But Sid says nothing. In that silence, is everything she doesn’t want to hear but needs to. 

Nora watches his jaw tighten, highlighting his cheek bones and turning his features anguished. Her head lists to the side and she blinks, looking away from him. Her face collapses into the numbness that flows through her veins.

“Well at least I know where I measure up in all this now. Exactly where I always have. Second.” 

“Nora, babe…” Sid’s eyes close at her words, but she doesn’t stick around to see the sincere apology when they open again. It wouldn’t make a difference to her anyway.

Instead, she does what she should have done years ago now and leaves.

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Cause people break up, fall in and outta love

But giving this up is something I just won't do

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87 missed calls all from one number. 

The annoying irony of that floods over Nora’s body as she continues punching numbers into a spreadsheet.

It would be just like him to leave it at that too… His lucky number, never mind how annoying it is to have her phone ring 87 times in the last few days. 

After what happened on the rooftop, Nora went home. She beat Sid there, threw a packed bag into the car then numbly navigated her way back to a hotel downtown. It’s where she has been since then, working from the room because she can’t bare to go into the office. How can she show her face anywhere in this city right now?

“Fuck.” She mutters when her phone dings again, this time signaling another voicemail. She taps aggressively at the backspace button on her keyboard, going back to the spreadsheet to be sure she enters the numbers in correctly this time. Then she grabs her phone, switching it onto Do Not Disturb so she can actually get some work done today. She doesn’t have time for someone who doesn’t have the balls to commit. 

She doesn’t want to hear his apologies either. Or anymore of the “I didn’t know.” Because maybe that had been true before this weekend, but he does know now. Her expectation was pretty crystal clear in their conversation. She told him before she left the roof top exactly what she needed and he didn’t follow through. If he wants to twist that into whatever he needs to so he can sleep at night- well, it’s not her business anymore.

Call it what it is. You gave him an ultimatum.

One that he hasn’t addressed in any of his attempts to contact her.

Nora’s eyes lift off her laptop, sliding out the window to take in the skyline. Across and over a few buildings is the rooftop her and Sid were on. The candles, flowers, and vases are long gone, but she can still envision the flickering of the burning wicks in the wind. A shiver trails through her, down her spine and making her arms explode with goosebumps. 

Did 12 years end on that rooftop? Did it slip through their fingers in a moment of misunderstanding they won’t overcome?

A freight train of sadness rocks her body. Her head falls back to the chair behind her and burning tears gush down her cheeks. She sobs silently for a few moments, until her brain forces her to gasp for breath. Her fingers clutch at her chest with one hand; the other closes her laptop screen. 

Who is she kidding? She can’t work in these conditions. Not when the best thing that ever happened to her might be gone forever.

She scrabbles her hands over the clutter on her desk to clutch her phone. She swipes at her notifications, scrolling through all his phone calls and voicemails. She listens to a few of them, mouth crumpling at the deep sadness in his voice as he asks her to call him back. In one of them, his voice cracks and he weakly clears his throat. 

“I love you. More than I know how to say and I’m wrecked here, babe. Please call me.”

She can’t listen to anymore of that. It’s too sad. 

Nora walks over to the bed, sinking down on the edge of it. On her lock screen is still a picture of her and Sid on her birthday last year. Sid organized an incredible surprise party for her with her family and friends, despite the Penguins having an away game. He flew everyone in- paid for their lodging, all the meals, and spa days for the girls too. He covered it all so that even in his absence, she would feel loved and spoiled on her day. At the end of the night, he flew back separately from the team to surprise her too. The picture captured her excited glow at getting him in her arms for her birthday, even if it was only for an hour. 

He found a way to make it work for them. 

Just like he’s trying to do now.

Nora navigates back to her notifications, swiping through until she gets to her messages. Out of all the phone calls and voicemails he left, there were only two text messages, both in the last hour.

I want us to fix this. I can’t lose you.

Followed by a simple request. 

Come home, babe. Please don’t give up on us.

His desperate pleas dissolve her into tears again. She puts the phone face down on the bed, falling back onto the fluffy, hotel comforter. It soaks up her fresh tears as she grapples with going home and facing him, knowing it she does, and he won’t budge, she still may lose him forever.

What the hell is she going to do?

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And I don't wanna give you a reason to leave me

I never wanna feel that freedom that people say they find

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On Saturday, Nora grabs a coffee on her way out of downtown to her and Sid’s house. It’s in an expensive gated community that feel stuffy, but necessary for their privacy. Even though Sid has been making millions since he was 18, he still doesn’t seem to fit with the older, country club types that occupy most of the houses in the neighborhood. She much prefers the families and easiness of Nova Scotia. But they need a different level of security here so chalk their home up to another one of those compromises.

On the steps of the brick, colonial house with white trim, Sid sits, waiting for her. He stands up, hands in his pockets when he sees her car approach. Damn it, even when he’s sad he still looks gorgeous. Nora clicks the button on the garage door, easing her Porsche into her place beside Sid’s Range Rover. 

She doesn’t have a chance to open her door, Sid is there already, popping it open and holding his hand for her to get out. She ignores it, sliding out on her own power. Sid brushes it off with a smile as a greeting, then clears his throat.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She says back.

Nora moves around to the back of the car to grab her big tote with her wallet, phone, keys, and work laptop. She hesitates at her suitcase remaining in the trunk. She isn’t sure what to expect from this conversation. All she knows is she owes him the opportunity to talk. And she has some things she wants to say too. But Sid grabs the suitcase out of the car assertively then they head into the house together. Sid puts her bags on the entry way bench. She takes off her sneakers and tosses her coat onto a random hook before heading for a glass of water. 

Sid follows behind, but giving her space to move without him breathing completely down her neck. Nora rests her butt against the counter across the room from him. He looks exhausted, disheveled too, with bags under his eyes hinting at a lack of sleep. Explains why he has looked so out of place on the ice the past few days. She feels a pinch of guilt then shrugs it off. This isn’t completely her fault. She has some blame in this, but so does he. They both allowed things to get to this point, getting lost along the way. This is their chance to get back on the tracks or walk away. 

At the last thought, tears spring into her eyes.

“Do you want to talk here?” He finally asks after clearing his throat.

“No, we should sit down.”

Sid nods, extending a hand out towards the living room. She takes her water with her and he trails behind again, keeping his distance. She hates it. He seems so far away. How will they bridge this gap?

“I hate that we are here.” Nora starts honestly, sitting down on the couch while Sid opts for the leather chair to her right, being considerate of her space.

“Me too.” Sid nods, clasping his hands together in front of himself.

“I’m…” She struggles to find the word. Embarrassed? Upset? Sad? What word would she use to describe the utter agony in her body the last few days. How does she tell him what it’s awaken in her? How it’s unshielded her from a truth she didn’t realize was there which is that she isn’t okay with this arrangement anymore. “Disappointed and I guess, feel let down by you too. I’ve tried to reason those feelings away the last few days, but they’re not going away, Sid. What they have awoken in me isn’t going away either.”

“I understand.” He responds. 

“I’ve loved our life together. But more than the life and all it comes with, I love you so much.” She pauses, feeling her throat expand with a huge lump, blocking her from saying more momentarily. “But I’ve given up a lot and I haven’t asked for much from you. I know what my role is and some of it is to make life easier for you so you can focus on other things. But fundamentally, we are suddenly at a crossroad where it is unfair for me to continue this way without having my cup filled in return. I don’t want to always be the only one compromising anymore. I want us to rise up as a team.”

“I want that too.” Sid nods his head. She pauses.

“Sid, I know you. You are stubborn as hell.” She looks down at her water glass, swallowing thickly before she says this next part. “And I’m not going to beg you to love me enough to marry me. I don’t deserve that. I’m not going to trap you into something you don’t want to do either.” Sid shakes his head, rubbing his long fingers across the deep groves in his forehead.

“I love you more than a piece of paper.” He responds.

“It’s not a piece of paper. It’s a commitment. A bond. One that is very important to me.” She snaps. Sid raises up his hands in retreat. 

“I’m sorry. Fuck, that came out wrong. I know it’s a commitment. I know it’s important to you. It’s important to me too. I promise. I want to marry you. I want to be your husband and call you my wife.” He sighs, face becoming determined as he stares at a spot on the floor. “I heard you.” Sid starts off again, softer. “I heard every word you said last week.” His hazel eyes are soft and earnest. She nods. “I wish I could go back and do that day differently. To save you from my pure stupidity. I didn’t think that moment through like I should have. Didn’t consider what it would look like to you. I’m so sorry. You deserved better than that.” 

“It was really nice. Gorgeous. All of it.” She insists to him because it was. “I would have loved that to be…” She trails off with a shrug.

“If I could go back… I’d get down on one knee, babe. Planned or not planned. The second you walked through the door, you were so stunning, literally took my breath away and I thought, ‘I can’t believe I get her for the rest of my life.’ She picked me. That should have been our moment.” He sighs heavily. “I wasn’t prepared at all. Then things unraveled fast. I felt backed into a corner.” He says quietly. “It flipped that switch in me that makes me a great hockey player when the game is on the line, but a terrible partner when you needed reassurance.” 

Nora understands this completely. She knows him, recognizes now that fierce competitiveness that drives him isn’t always something that can be turned off. He is built different than other people. That’s why he has known success at every level. In a high stress moment, he leaned into what he knew which was to push back until the playing field tilted more in his favor. 

“I didn’t snap out of it soon enough.” He shakes his head. “I’ve had plenty of hours to replay that moment and it’s different every time. I want to give that to you, but I can’t. All I can do is try to fix this.” He twists his fingers together, cracking his knuckles. “I don’t want to know what life without you looks like. I don’t care to know that level of emptiness. You’re not second. There is you, then everything else. I obviously haven’t been treating you that way. And I’m going to change that. Immediately.” 

He stands up, rubbing his palms on his jeans as he comes to crouch down next to her legs on the couch. He puts his hands on the outsides of her thighs, then moves them up to her hips. His thumbs rub circles into her abdomen on either side, cradling and holding her while maintaining distance if she wants to shove him away. She doesn’t. Instead she glides her right hand into the sleeve of his sweater to hold the bare skin of his forearm.

His eyes search hers, looking for permission to keep going before he continues with one more big inhale.

“I have your ring. I’ve had it for 8 years actually. I don’t know if that makes you more angry with me or less, but I want you to know that I’m not reacting to what happened. I’m repeating what you already know, but I’ve had this plan for us.” She pauses, not expecting to hear he purchased the ring so long ago. “It’s the oval one from the ring shopping we did. You loved it, glowed even when I slid it onto your finger. It was so clearly the one, just like you are for me, baby.” He licks his full lips. “Am I still the one for you?” 

She nods, tearfully. Of course he is, that’s what has made all of this so hard. The thought of having to do life with him has been unbearable.

“Then marry me.” He whispers. The words are light, floating through the air as individual letters and wrapping around her body in a way that soothes the sting of the million, horrid cuts in her heart. The words fill in the gaps and so does his touch where he kneels down in front of her, grabbing her hands in his.

“Marry me, baby. Not because you asked for me to do this on the rooftop last week. Not because it’s always been part of a plan we keep talking about like after my career is over, we somehow really start living. Marry me because we are it for each other. Because we love each other more than all the other circumstances that could keep us apart. Because if it’s not you, I don’t want it. Not a single fucking thing about marriage, or babies, or building a life with someone.” Misty tears are obvious in his eyes as he brings her hands up to his mouth, kissing across her knuckles. “Marry me, please, because loving you for the rest of my life is the only thing I’m fully sure about.” 

Nora pulls her hands from Sid’s and runs them up his chest to his shoulders. She grips the side of his face and neck, sniffing from her hot tears. He holds her arms at her biceps, keeping her close.

“They could take it all from me. The medals, the cups, the MVP awards. Even the C on my chest. But not you. You’re the piece of me I can’t lose.”

Nora pushes out a huge exhale because she feels like she is going to combust by the way his words fill her up with love.

“Of course, I’ll marry you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Sid.” She murmurs, then pulls him to her on the couch so she can kiss his plump lips. Their kiss is desperate, yearning, filled with relief and promise and apologies in a way only true partners can replicate by coming back to each other.

“Still? Even though I’m such a fucking idiot?” He mumbles into her lips.

“Yes. I love my fucking idiot.” She insists, smiling under his kiss.

Sid breaks away from her mouth, resting their foreheads together, stretching his thumb across her left cheek bone. 

“That’s good. Cause I put down four deposits on four different dates for us at the inn you love back home.” He tells her. Nora pulls slightly away to look into his eyes.

“W-what?” 

“Yeah. One at the end of June. One in the beginning of September. One during the holiday break. And one during the Allstar break.” She recognizes that all of those dates are within the next year. None of them are after his contract expires, or years down the line when retirement is surely their life. They’re all within 12 months of this exact moment.

“Oh… Are you comfortable with that?”

“Yes. I’m dead serious about marrying you. We know where. We have your ring. We have each other. I’m just as sick of waiting as you are. I’ve already taken up too much of our time setting limits on our love that aren’t fair to us. I’ll make it up to you. I promise. If you tell me you want a baby right now, I’ll give that to you too.”

“Slow down.” Nora shakes her head.

“Slowing down.” He nods. “Sorry, I just got really excited about seeing you with a baby. Maybe a girl? Not that I don’t want a boy but-”

“Sid!”

“Sorry… yes. I’m done talking about babies. But you would look so sexy pregnant. Okay! Shit. I am really done now. I’m going to grab your ring so I stop talking.” 

“Are you flustered?” She laughs as he stands up, heading towards the stairs.

“Yeah, a little bit.”

“Never thought I would see the day…” She trails off, standing up and following him to their room. He comes out of the closet with the black, velvet box from Harry Winston. Sid pops it open, carefully pulling the ring out. Then he gathers Nora’s fingers into his hand, nudging it up her fourth one. When it stops in place, he grins at her. 

“I love this as much as I did that first day.” She murmurs, holding her hand up to his chest to watch the diamonds sparkle against the black fabric of his sweater. Sid’s fingers curl around hers. 

For the past few days, the world has lacked color and light. Now, in their home, in each other’s embrace, the colors begin to illuminate, more vibrant than they were before. Nora knows she’s lucky. Their love isn’t perfect- it has ugly bruises and scars as it tends to after 12 years of loving each other hard. Those imperfections doesn’t make it a bad thing. 

After all, isn’t this all anyone really wants? To be loved so fiercely, so unconditionally, that it feels hopeful even in the darkest moments. To be able to lean into what you know and pull each other out of it. To dream of better days, but then pull on your hiking boots and rise up through what you need to in order to get to the top again.

Maybe it won’t always be that simple for them in the future. After all, hockey has been Sid’s love since long before he met Nora. When he loses that for good, they will need to shift again. 

Maybe that’s why they are currently going through this dip. To give them an example of working through it together as a team, like they are right now too.

No winners, no losers, just teammates.

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Baby, I just wanna make this last

Me over us puts you in the past, and I don’t wanna know.

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More hockey fics of mine are here for your enjoyment

[yandere-wishes]

So based on your what vision the Gotham boys would have I got ideas (I’m still new to the Gotham boys so this would be very out of character)

Dick and Jason would have anemo

Tim would have dendro

Damien would have pyro

I don’t know much about duke but maybe electro

I'm actually so surprised anyone noticed that 💞💞 okay so here is my full analysis on DC (batman centric) x Genshin Impact cross-over. Yes, I went super overboard w/ this lol.

💝 Batboys

We're on the same page about Dick,Tim,Duke, and Damian. It's just Jason that I think would differ

Bruce Wayne - Cyro, Claymore

Dick Grayson- Ameno, Polyarm

Jason Todd - Pyro, Claymore (Red Hood)

Jason Todd - Cyro, Claymore (Arkham Knight) my logic here is that despite hating Bruce, he ends up being so similar to him on a spiritual and fundamental level.

Tim Drake - Dendro, Polyarm

Damian Wayne - Pyro, Sword

Duke Thomas- Electro, Bow

Barbra Gorden - Electro, Catalyst

Kate Kane - Hydro, Polyarm

💝 Rogues

Obviously, I went too deep with Harvey's. He'd definitely have two visions, one for either side. I can fully image him having a vision before becoming Two-Face. However, sometime after the incident, while he's climbing up in Gotham's underworld, his Harv personality also ends up getting a vision. Also, he's totally a Sword user cause lady justice and all that.

Harvey Dent - Hydro/Pyro, Sword

Roman Sionis - Ameno, Bow

Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) Cyro, Catalyst

Jonathan Crane - (Pyro/Dendro/Ameno), Polyarm : Now, onto Jonathan Crane idk if he'd be a dendro, Pyro or Ameno user cause all three fit his MO so well.

Edward Nygma- Dendro, Catalyst/Polyarm

Poison Ivy - Dendro, Catalyst

Selina Kyle - Electro, Sword

Victor zsasz (Gotham) - Electro, Bow

Victor zsasz (BOP) - Ameno, Sword

Dr Phosphorus - Pyro, Catalyst

Joker (general) - dendro, Sword

Harley Quinn - Pyro, Polyarm

Alexis Kaye - Electro, Catalyst

Jerome Valeska - Geo, Bow

Jeremiah Valeska - Hydro, Catalyst

Slade Wilson - Geo, Claymore

Respawn - Geo, Sword

Talia Al Ghoul - pyro, Polyarm

Ras al ghoul - Dendro, Claymore

💝 Other DC Heroes

Clark Kent - Ameno, Claymore

Jon-El Kent - Ameno, Catalyst

Conner Kent - Pyro, Catalyst

Hal Jordan - Dendro, Catalyst

Kyle Rayner - dendro, Sword

Oliver Queen - Dendro, Bow

Roy Harper - Pyro, Bow

Conner Hawke - Electro, Bow

Berry Allen - Electro, Catalyst

Wally West - Geo, Catalyst

Bart Allen - Ameno/Electro, Catalyst

Arthur Curry - Hydro, Polyarm

Garth - Hydro Sword

Jackson Hyde - Geo, Polyarm

Minhkhoa Khan - Ameno, Sword

Phantom-one - Hydro, Sword

Angel Breaker - Pyro, Sword

Diana Prince - Ameno/Hydro/Electro, Sword

Low-key really want to write a Genshin Impact DC AU. With reader as the traveler. Tyvat is still Tyvat, but the nation's are...

Gotham (Cyro)

Metropolis (Ameno)

Star City (Dendro)

Central city (Electro)

Coast City (Geo)

Atlantis (Hydro)

Blüdhaven (Pyro)

Themyscira (events only like the summer event)

I'm not quite sure what exactly would happen in the AU other than reader trying to find their sibling. Lord knows my Traveler would just be chasing down Harvey and Roman and doing their character quests. Just need to find out how to make it all yandere

Also, I forgot about the star system. Who do you think would be 4 starts, and who would be 5 starts??🤔🤔

[fastboatsmojito]

Jordan li with sex pollen + “❛ you look good like this. ❜ (perhaps reader is riding them)

GODDDD this is crazy, thank you anon <3

Sex pollen from this smutty prompt list + “you look good like this” from this smutty dialogue list for my 100 followers party !!

| a/n; Jordan Li my beloved, I have never been more jealous of someone in my life and wanted them at the same time

| cw; 18+ smut btc !! Established relationship, she he + they pronouns used for Jordan, afab gn reader, usual sex pollen level stuff, brief strap mention, PnV - no condom mention, Will I Ever (be safe !)

| wc; 818

You were walking in a field behind the school with Jordan to look for some weird plant you had no interest in finding out what he had to do with.

If you knew Jordan it was just something for one of her classes, surprised enough that she asked you for help that you didn’t feel the need to interrogate about it - yet, at least.

“Is this it?” You asked, crouched down to inspect a suspiciously yellow plant, some sort of powder blowing in your face from the wind as you got closer. He sighed and walked over to you, rolling his eyes before he saw what you were looking at.

“No that’s-“ He started before shoving your hand out of the way suddenly, noticing the wind and guiding you away from whatever was now making you cough.

“Shit, try not to breathe that in.” He suggested, patting your back before you rolled your eyes at him.

“A little late for that, thanks. What the fuck is that anyway?” You asked, catching your breath as she cautiously crouched down to take a picture of the plant.

“It’s part of some weird research Indira was doing I guess. I’m not completely sure what it does, Marie just said not to get too close to it.” She explained, sending the picture to Marie along with a cautious feigned curious question about the plant before tilting her head at you.

“Are you good?”

“I mean I just breathed in some weird powder we know nothing about, how am I supposed to feel?” You asked both sarcastically and sincerely, worried it was beginning to get to you. Your body suddenly heating up as Jordan’s phone pinged, earning a weird look you couldn’t quite place from them as their eyes moved over you.

“Okay so, good and bad news; you’re not going to die. But,” He started, hiding a smirk to his greatest abilities - not at all.

“But?” You interrupted, annoyed with his casual all too slow explanation.

“But, you might get really horny, like, worse than your usual level of-“ He put his hands up in defense when you shot him a mean look, deciding to leave the sentence unfinished.

“That’s what Marie says anyway. Hey, now you might just be on my level.” He retorted, trying to ease the tension.

“Great.” You groaned, avoiding her gaze and dutifully trying not to stare at her arms as she crossed them over her chest, walking away as you felt yourself growing more desperate.

She followed you to your avail, watching as you walked back, uncomfortably removing your coat as your body heat rose.

“Baby, come on. Let me help you.” She called after you, sighing when you ignored her and kept walking.

You tried to fight it, some weird, possessive force convincing you to turn around and pounce on them, but you weren’t giving up that easily - not in the middle of the courtyard at least.

☾⋆⁺₊⋆

It was over the second you got to your dorm room, tears nearly welling up in your eyes at the exhaustive need that had come over you, all for them.

As soon as your door was open you grabbed his arm, dragging him in and pressing your mouth against his own like you need it - because you do.

“Jordan-“ you whined into his mouth when his hands moved to your waist, pressing you up against the wall and holding you there while he pressed his knee rough between your thighs.

It was embarrassing how wet you were already, breathlessly grinding down onto their thigh as their tongue enveloped your own.

“Jesus, you feel that? Fucking soaked already.” He crooned, string of spit still connecting your mouths as he gripped your waist harder, bringing you to your bed. You could just cry from the loss of contact, hastily removing your pants and poor excuse for underwear while he busied himself with his own.

You crawled into his lap when he settled, wasting no time in sitting on his dick as soon as he took it out, boxers still around his hips as you sunk down on him.

The moans falling from both of your mouths were pure filth, ignoring the nagging voice in your head saying something about a noise complaint as you scratched your nails over his chest.

Strap, dick, even just her fingers stretching you out always felt like heaven but this felt different, like you would just fall over and never get back up again if she wasn’t connected to you somehow.

His hands moved to your ass as you moved over him, lifting his hips to thrust harder, deeper, as you rode him.

“You look good like this, prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He panted into your ear. It still made heat rise to your cheeks even while he was currently bouncing you on his dick, horribly filthy and sweet. What a combo.

☾⋆⁺₊⋆

[sargeantposting]

A Logan Sargeant Primer: Part I (2000 - 2015)

Logan grows up in a ritzy suburb of Fort Lauderdale called Lighthouse Point with his parents and his older brother, Dalton.

The Sargeants don't have a deep motorsport history. Dalton and Logan get their first go-karts for Christmas in 2006, a gift from their father after their mother refuses to let her children ride dirt bikes anymore. Logan tells the NYT that:

“No one in the family was really even that much into racing. We just picked it up as a hobby, something to do on the weekend.”

The two brothers get more serious as the years go by-- within a few years, they're racing competitively. They both do well. Logan finishes in third place in only his first year of racing, and wins two titles in his second. 

Unfortunately, they figure out fairly quickly that there isn’t much more room to advance in American karting:

My older brother, Dalton, and I had been racing for a few years, and it had gotten to the point where we were asking around about where the next best level of competition was, and everybody was saying the same thing…. It was always Europe, Europe, Europe, Europe. To the point where my parents really started to think about it. At first it was just this idea, like Maybe we’ll move to Europe, who knows. I was just a kid overhearing stuff, so I didn’t know how serious the conversation must have been until this day I’ll never forget.

The conversation gets serious in 2012, when Logan’s dad, Daniel, asks the two if they want to move to Switzerland:

It was summer, and we were out to lunch. It was me, my dad, and Dalton. [...] So we’re at this restaurant, right? Chowing down on burgers (my favorite), and my dad gets to asking us about racing. Finally, he’s like, “What do you guys think? Do you really want to race in Europe? Are you 100% sure about this?” Me being 11 and naive, I was like, “Yeah sure.”  Looking back on it, I think I was lucky I was that young and that I didn’t really know what I was signing up for. All the different ways it could change my life, the level of sacrifice it would require from my whole family. Because if I had known, I don’t know if I would’ve made the same decision so easily. It all happened fast, like in the movies. One minute, it’s Christmas, I’m six, and me and Dalton are yelling at the top of our lungs, excited about the two karts sitting in the driveway, pointed diagonally at each other like in a magazine. Next minute, I’m 11 and Dalton’s 14. We’re sitting at the table eating lunch with my dad, and it’s decided — our family’s moving to Europe.

When Logan tells the same story in GQ in 2023, he says:

I was always just going with the flow. For me it was just: sure.

The Sergeant family leaves for Switzerland just as Logan finishes up fifth grade. While Logan always talks about the family move to Switzerland in the context of his parents making sacrifices for his career, it's a little more complicated than that.

 GQ’s profile steps around the subject, briefly mentioning that “in addition to the racing opportunities, [Logan’s] Dad had business there.” Unfortunately, business would be an understatement. 

At the time, Logan’s dad, Daniel, worked for the family business– an asphalt trading and shipping company named Sergeant Marine. One of the driving forces behind Sergeant Marine’s success would be Daniel’s older brother, Harry. 

When Logan’s detractors mention his family’s connections to Trump, they’re usually referencing Harry. The NYT describes his billionaire uncle as “a former [Top Gun] fighter pilot and onetime finance chair of Florida’s Republican Party who has been sued by the brother-in-law of King Abdullah II of Jordan and whose name turned up, tangentially, in the 2020 impeachment of former President Donald J. Trump. (Harry was not accused of any wrongdoing.)” 

Harry would leave the company around the time Daniel moved his family to Switzerland. According to The Florida Phoenix, “The entire family was embroiled in a long-running bitter series of lawsuits that ended with a 2015 bankruptcy settlement. Harry III walked away with a cool $56-million. In return he gave up any claim to ownership of Sargeant Marine and other family companies. There were 14 different lawsuits in several states in addition to the bankruptcy. The lawsuits produced salacious testimony that could only arise in a vicious dispute between millionaires. Harry III accused his brother Daniel of spending millions on his sons’ pursuits of race car driving and other ventures. Meanwhile, Daniel accused Sargeant III of being a spendthrift on things such as a $7.5-million mansion, private jets and exotic cars.”

Logan with his dad.

It would, somehow, get worse:

Oil and asphalt mogul Harry Sargeant III claims that industrial design plans along with recordings of "private consensual relations" were purloined from his private email account and traded off to a corporate intelligence agent as part of a years-long smear campaign against him spearheaded by his brother. Reigniting a long-running saga of brother-against-brother litigation, Harry Sargeant III claims that hundreds of pages of business records, personal discussions and "extremely sensitive videos and photographs" were illegally obtained from his email account. The material was used as currency for information-bartering between his brother Daniel Sargeant and a corporate intelligence chief at the nonparty legal service firm Burford, the lawsuit alleges. Harry is demanding damages for alleged invasion of privacy on the part of Daniel. The brothers had in years past worked together on managing the Sargeant family's global oil and asphalt empire, before intra-family disputes began to tear them apart. [...] The lawsuit claims the Burford investigator, a former corporate attorney, knows Harry well. According to the court documents, the investigator for years worked as an enforcement agent on a $28 million judgment secured against Harry by the king of Jordan's brother-in-law Mohammad Al-Saleh, who accused Harry of cutting him out of a deal to distribute oil to troops in the Iraq War. [...] Harry claims brother Daniel gave the corporate intelligence agent the treasure trove of Harry's emails  in exchange for inside information that would help the Sargeant family's asphalt company Latin American Investments in a separate multimillion-dollar legal dispute. Harry's underlying email account ran on a server of the family company Sargeant Marine. When he was ousted from the Sargeant empire, Harry had been told that the account was cut off at the root and all information in it had been destroyed, the lawsuit says. The lifted emails were instead provided to an "untold number of people" inside and outside of the family businesses in 2016, the lawsuit claims.

The information that Daniel traded his brother’s sex tape for would end up being useless. Daniel is currently out a $5 million bond and awaiting sentencing for the foreign bribery and money laundering charges he pled guilty to back in 2019. After bribing officials in three South American countries to secure asphalt contracts, the Department of Justice ended up making an example of the company– and Daniel– for violating the Foreign Corrupt Practices Act. 

While Logan cites his career as a big reason for the family move, it appears that Sargeant Marine had conveniently made shell companies in Switzerland to aid in their illegal business dealings that same year.

Logan, blissfully unaware of any drama, tries to make the most of the big move. They move to Lugano, Switzerland– Dalton and Logan go to the American School on weekdays and race on the weekends in the European junior circuit, bouncing them between Italy, Switzerland and Britain. In GQ, Logan says:

“I definitely felt like school was a lot more challenging than in Florida,” he recalled. “And we were missing a lot of school, for sure, but that’s part of it with racing. It is what it is.”

Logan loves Switzerland. In his Players’ Tribune article, he says:

We moved into a three-bedroom apartment. It was me, my parents, Dalton, and our dog Roxy, the world traveler. Big difference from Florida. We had a whole new life. I loved Switzerland. I had a lot of good friends at my school there. I can’t explain it, but I just felt more a part of things. Me and my friends were big Chelsea fans, and we’d be hanging out, playing soccer all the time. We played Call of Duty like every other kid in the world.

However… Logan is the only one. Daniel is out doing shady asphalt deals around the world and suing his brother. Dalton moves back to Florida after a year-and-a-half. Their mother follows soon after that. Logan ends up living alone at the school: 

Dalton was my older brother, so for as far back as I can remember, I was chasing him. Man, we fought all the time. Every race, we were up against all these other kids, but he was always the one I was really trying to beat. But the thing is, when you’re a kid you miss things. You just can’t see everything so clearly. Like, for instance, being a bit older than me, I think he felt the shift more strongly when we moved, but I didn’t know it. He stayed in Switzerland for a year and a half, did some European karting, and started testing Formula cars. Then one day he just decided he wanted to go home and race in America. I won’t lie, that was a shock at the time. But I get it more now. Making that big life change was hard on my mom, too. Just think, you’re living in this brand new place, don’t have many friends. Me and Dalton were at school all day. My dad was traveling all over the place with work, so he was hardly there. The reality is, she was on her own a lot. So she ended up going back to Florida, too. For about a year and a half after that, it was just me. I was living at the school during that time.

When talking about how his mom moved back to Florida while Logan was living alone in Europe as a teenager, he told the Players’ Tribune that:

Looking back on everything, I just see all the sacrifices they made, and it means so much. No matter what they were going through, my family always pushed me to keep going. I feel like that was probably the hardest for my mom, especially. She means the world to me. She’s a bit of a worrier too, and overthinks. I think I get that from her. She’s always been the person I could go to when I was doubting myself. So I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for her to encourage me to keep going, when I know she probably wanted our family to be together. I’m really grateful, not only that they believed in me that much, to move our entire family, but that they took my passion for driving seriously enough not to let me give it all up.

While Logan’s personal life may be troubled, his karting career is doing exceptionally well. In 2014, he wins the prestigious SuperNats18 in Vegas:

Infinity Sports Management, Facebook - SARGEANT DOMINATES IN LAS VEGAS. Logan Sargeant produced a stunning display last weekend in the TAG Junior category at the Supernationals race in Las Vegas. After finishing runner up in the race in 2013 Logan was eager to go one better this year and bring home the winners trophy. Although Logan got pipped in qualifying he still managed to win every heat ensuring he would start from pole position for the final on Sunday. From there he kept the lead and came home 5.6 seconds clear of the second driver. With this win in TAG Junior Logan become the first driver ever to win the TAG Cadet and TAG Junior categories at the Supernationals race.

2015 manages to be even more exceptional. Logan starts the season by being the first North American driver to win a WSK event by winning the WSK Champions Cup in La Conca, Italy.

Logan with his mother after winning the WSK Champions Cup.

The season reaches its peak with Logan becomes the first American to win an FIA Karting World Championship, the top junior series, since Lake Speed in 1978.

He gets to go to the FIA Awards:

Logan: And I couldn’t thank my mechanic enough. And also my parents, uh, they really helped me to be able to win the world championship and it’s just an amazing feeling. Interviewer: I mean, did you, did you, what did you do when you found out you won? Did you call your friends at home? Did you phone your grandpa? What did you get up to? Logan: Uh, no, I just gave my mom and dad a really big hug. Interviewer: Is it still sinking in now? Logan: Yeah, it’s, it’s a really emotional thing. [...] Interviewer: Tell me about when you were a little bit younger than you are now. You’re only 14 now. But why racing, why, why is this so important to you? Logan: Um, well, my dad bought me a, a racing kart when I was five years old and we started from there. We thought it would just be like a little hobby and, uh, it ended up becoming like a professional thing we did. So. Interviewer: So, so was there a moment when you, when you or your dad just thought ‘Wow, I’m quick. I can do this’? Logan: Um, well, not really. We just kept progressing and then, um, when we, when we decided to come to Europe to race, um, we moved to Switzerland and from then on we were just, uh, going to school, I started going to school in Switzerland. And, yeah, and then we just kept going and then ended up like this. Interviewer: Do you have any other hobbies? Can you fit anything else in? Logan: Um, well, other than school it’s really hard. But when I get my breaks and I go back to Florida for, um, I like to go fishing a lot and, yeah, that’s what I do. Mostly. 

When interviewed after his win, Logan tells kart360 that:

Moving away from home is a very hard thing in your own personal life. You lose all of your best friends. You don’t have your "home" and you have to adapt to a different culture. It is hard to move to a country that speaks a different language than what you know, but racing is so important to me that I stuck through it and kept on going.

Logan clearly struggles on a personal level. He discusses his feelings in his Players’ Tribune article, saying: 

Coming up racing as a kid isn’t easy. That’s the most honest way I can put it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said to myself, I’m done. I’m ready to come home. I’m glad I didn’t, but there were plenty of times when I wanted to. I remember one big time was the summer right after Dalton went back. We took this trip to the Bahamas with some of our extended family and friends. We were on the water, and everything was feeling like old times. And I think I just had this pit in the bottom of my stomach, like dreading going back. There was a night when I went to my mom, and I was like, “I’m just ready to come home.” I remember her asking me more questions about what I was feeling. I don’t even remember what I said, to be honest. I just remember that she didn’t tell me what to do. She left it completely up to me. My dad used to always say, “If you put in the work now, it’ll pay off eventually — it’ll be worth it.” And he kind of reminded me of that on that trip too. It’ll be worth it. Those four little words … that’s what kept me going. After that I sucked it up, went back to Switzerland, put my head down, and I went for it."

When Logan makes the jump to single seaters the next year, his parents rent him an apartment to live in by himself in London. The only time he’ll spend more than a few weeks in the US since he was a 12-year old would be during COVID.

But Logan’s time in single seaters will be for the next installment.

Logan through the years.

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Spoilers for Absolute Green Lantern issue #2

mmm the eldritch cosmic horrors of it all

Also hot damn, girl's got abs

The black hand doesn't operate on willpower eh? So even if this version of Hal Jordan has the same strength of will as the prime continuity's, that's not gonna do any good.

Despite what Hal says, I don't think John and Guy are dead. Which might seem an odd thing to say considering it looks like the latter got blasted to kingdom come by Abin (sidenote- it's interesting how he refers to himself as "the Abin Sur" like it's a title and not his name) but hear me out.

Pretty much the entire time Guy is shown, he's trying to defuse a very tense situation. He only draws his gun when Abin's hand starts glowing menacingly. He's very clearly stressed out and afraid (understandably so, given the circumstances) but makes a conscious choice to listen to Jo and holster his gun to try and talk things out.

Granted, Abin's response is to flashbang Guy but we don't actually see a dead body and that seems to be intentional on Ewing and Lindsay's parts. Because when the sheriff goes down and the other cops open fire, Abin puts up a shield to protect himself. But he doesn't strike back until one of the bullets ricochets and kills a civilian, at which point he decapitates the policewoman responsible. The other cop keeps shooting, so Abin disarms him in a very literal sense.

(the way the Abin Sur keeps saying "be without fear" like a biblical angel and immediately enacts vengeance when Rita's bullet kills an innocent bystander... Spectre is that you?)

And then he stops. He doesn't even move when Hal picks up Rita's gun and points it at him. He merely watches as John talks Hal down. Then he flies off, and we get an aerial view of the scene, showing Roy still bleeding and the dead bodies of Rita and the unfortunate civilian.

But no crispy Guy, which could mean that Ewing and Lindsay are deliberately not showing us what happened to him right now because they're saving that for a later reveal, or that he was completely vaporized and is actually dead. Both options are equally plausible. Absolute Flash has shown that offing established characters is not off the table. But based on how Hal and Jo have been physically altered by whatever Abin Sur did, I suspect the same also applies for Guy and John.

Speaking of John, we'll have to wait and see what his fate is, since this is what the issue ends off on:

(It's so funny that the place where these guys hang out is Alan Scott's Atom Bomb Cafe and Diner. Missed opportunity to have it be the Warriors Bar and have Guy be the owner but I suppose they wanted to reference the old man somehow since he's probably not gonna be an actual character in this)

This seems to confirm my speculation from last month about the Yellow Weakness. My prediction is that John's gonna melt down the ring into a golden bullet and Hal uses the gun he picked up to fire it at the Abin Sur, potentially wounding or even killing him and in doing so unleashing whatever the black hand is. As Jo notes, Hal held onto the gun, and it seems to have become part of the black hand.

(Spooky eye change! Also, I think this is the closest we've gotten to actual constructs in this comic, since Abin only made green blobs to shield himself)

Right about what exactly? That Abin and the Spectrum of Light are to be feared? And what exactly does it meant to "exist" on it, at the green level or otherwise?

It is only issue #2, so we'll just have to wait for these questions to be answered. The narrative keeps hopping back and forth between past and present, but it's not too difficult to keep up with so far. So far, I'm enjoying the story, it seems like it's gonna be working up to some good old cosmic horrors and that'll be fun to see.

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Rating superhero/villain dynamics on how gay they are

Batman/Joker:

do i even have to say it. Usually they have a pretty one sided thing with Joker being high-key obsessed with him but Batman has no interest in that at all. Way overhyped imo. bonus points for the Lego Batman Movie 5/10

Superman/Lex Luthor

despite many factors and the fact they have a son together, there’s not a lot of tension. Plus Lex gives major homophobic vibes, (he’d make pride lexcorp merch while backing don’t say gay bills)

2/10 for kon

Green Lantern(Hal Jordan)/Sinestro

oh my god. They have the whole friends to enemies thing that you could swap for lovers to enemies so easily. The worst exes you’ve ever seen. I think they’re actually a couple in some comics (prolly an AU). That one episode of DC Super Hero Girls (the new one) where Hal fights both Sinestro and Carol and they’re said to be on the same level. good shit

10/10

Wonder Woman/Cheetah

it depends on the comic. Sometimes they’re very flirty and suggestive and other times they’re tearing each other’s clothes off bc the male author thought it’d be hot. I think that goes for a lot of woman/woman dynamics in comics tho. I honestly don’t get sometimes why they’re fighting bc they seem to have a lot in common.

6/10 they should just date

Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Jesus Christ guys wtf are y’all doing. They have the funniest dynamic in all of DC comics. Old ass ‘nam vet picks fight with 15 year old who he blames his son’s death on. While I adore the 2003 teen titans show, they got the dynamic so wrong. Their dynamic only becomes homoerotic once Dick is an adult. They have profound respect for each other but they also fucking hate each other. They’re enemies, they’re friends, they’re co-parents, they’re the least mentally stable people you’ve even seen.

20/10 unparalleled

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HOW TO SURVIVE SENIOR YEAR ☆

ERIC SOHN x reader 𝜗𝜚𓂃 ࣪�� ִֶָ𐀔

˗ˏˋ description:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : a chaotic how to guide on surviving high school with an 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 crush on the skater boy with the locker next to urs.

˗ˏˋ genre: ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭: pretty much chaos & fluff !

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚ dt : ɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆: for bar! @sohnric sorry it’s so late ! ! yk, e v e r y t h i n g that’s been going on & i’m sure you don’t mind! merry late c h r i s t m a s i <3 u very much, i tried to incorporate everything for you… i think these prompts definitely reached the right person!! ৎ୭… so for my bar ! ! …..

# FRIDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER 1996

# MORNING! 🌥️

The unbearable series of screeching from the school bell, cued the sound of wheels scraping against the pavement outside. A pair of blue cargo jeans complimenting a classic pair of red jordan’s glued themselves to a skateboard as it began flipping and jumping curbs. The wire of a walkman dangling, the flimsy headphones leaking sounds of a noisy guitar through the hallway of the school.

“Eric Sohn. No skating in the corridor and you’re late to class.” A nerdy-looking hallway monitor approached the skateboard wielding boy, holding out some form of citation for Eric to sign with a wavering hand.

“I’m not signing that.” He laughed, snatching the sheet making sure to crumple it into a tight ball before throwing it behind him. “You didn’t see me. Thank me later.”

The hall monitor, whose name tag read ‘Younghoon’ looked down with eyeballs bulging from his skull at the cigarette in his palm, tears pricking his waterline. Eric continued to skate the corridors to his homeroom, biting into an apple with that jaw of his that had to have been sharpened by the gods-

at least…. that’s what you saw….

Eric was a childhood crush of yours, considering you two lived on the same street growing up and you still vividly remember the heart eyes that pumped from your skull when you watched him play basketball on his driveway from your windowsill every night after school. Everything he did was enchanting, he made the simplest things look hot and his charm was next level too.

As for what Kevin sat next to you was seeing: just some dude burping and blowing it into his friends face afterwards.

In your sick love fantasy, you still thought he was the funniest most angelic man to first stick his feet in the soil of the earth.

“If you wanna survive senior year, you need to stop staring at him like that. it’s gross and it’ll leave you the minute it gets heart eyes for anything else. How many times can we have this conversation?” Kevin laughed and scribbled down, ‘1. NO F**K BOYS (especially Eric Sohn)’ in bright red ink at the top of your page.

“So!” Your homeroom teacher waltzed into the room with a wide grin glowing from cheek to cheek. “The class of 96’ how do you feel?! Your time at this school is almost over! Some of us are setting good examples, sat in our actual chairs and not the table Mr. Sohn?”

You giggled as Eric turned with a sigh, crossing his arms and sinking into his seat, secretly you hoped he would catch eyes with you just for a second and share a smile. However, the boy just put his headphones back on and slammed his head on the wooden desk as if he were to fall asleep.

You looked down at the diary where,

“ 1. NO F**K BOYS ”

had been written so passionately by Kevin and thought, if you’re gonna make senior rules, you should at least make the best high school ‘how to’ guide the world has ever seen.

——

The entire school day, word had gotten about ‘Kyu’s first party of the semester’ renowned for his crazy mansion of a house, and parents that were home a concerningly small amount of the time. Happening tonight, you hadn’t even thought about what you were gonna wear yet, or the fact that Kyu himself was Eric’s bestfriend.

Eric had a rather large friend circle of boys in your year, from Juyeon who was into sports to Jacob who was a bit of a music nerd and closer to Kevin if anything. Despite this, neither you or Kevin had received an invite to Kyu’s house for later that day.

# LUNCHTIME ! 🍛

Filling your metal tray and sitting next to Kevin on the end of one of the empty lunch hall tables, before you you could even begin biting in the panini you’d paid for, it was snatched out of your hand by...

“Sunwoo, that was my sandwich.” You groaned, looking at your empty plate and then back at him with a glare. “Do you not have your own food?”

“This looked nicer than my food, just have it back.” He shrugged dumping the half eaten sandwich back on your plate.

“Oh no it’s all yours.” You smiled sarcastically watching as he smiled and took the sandwich back in one animalistic gulp.

“So sorry about that y/n. Isn’t he just awful? I got you a new one.” Hyunjae, as if the entire scene was staged, sits beside you with his hand smoothly rested on his cheek. He pushed a new sandwich in front of you with a carton of orange juice sat at the top of the tray.

You rolled your eyes before you almost tripped over your comically untied laces (how did both of them end up that way?) You flew backwards only to be caught by Hyunjae, once again returning to his cringey script.

“Falling for me, I see?” He smirked lifting you back to your feet as you sat down to retie your laces that had been undone by someone at some point in time.

“Is this just going to happen every lunchtime?” You cocked an eyebrow with a huff, tying bunny ears in your converse and briefly looking back up to the boy.

“Of course, however each time it just gets more creative.” He smiled confidently, you were unaware that these were romantic gestures since Hyunjae made it seem like one big joke with his extravagant concepts.

“Please make it stop.” You rolled your eyes and tucked into the new sandwich, Kevin laughing to himself. You began to zone out as you noticed Eric from across the canteen, sat on the table skateboard propped up and talking to his friends. He looked at you momentarily with a smile before you were interrupted by Hyunjae waving his hand in front of your face.

“Are you guys coming to kyu’s?” Hyunjae asked, biting into his own.

“No. We’re not cool enough.” Kevin began to fake cry, wiping invisible tears and squealing in a high pitched whine.

“He said anyone can come, of course you guys are invited. When has he ever asked anyone?” Sunwoo added punching Kevin the back lightly and taking a seat at the table. “Just show up.”

As lunch ended, you found yourself digging through your locker for the biology notes you’d written the other day. However as you dug through your shelf you just couldn’t find them.

“What you looking for?” A deep voice alarmed you, looking up to see Eric Sohn throwing his jacket in the locker that belonged to him next to yours.

“Oh. Uhm.” You stuttered for a moment, wondering if your eyes and ears were telling you the truth. “Just some notes for biology, we have a test coming up.”

“Oh yeah, you can borrow mine for now. Just slot them back in my locker on Monday.” Eric passed you a few pieces of A4 with neatly printed notes, the cigarette resting on his lips bobbing as he spoke.

“Thanks, that’s uh, really kind of you.” You smiled as he shook his head nonchalantly.

“It’s nothing, don’t stress.” He added before breezing past you to the exit of the school with a confident stride in his steps, his skateboard under his arms.

# EVENING 🌌 :📍Y/N’s HOUSE

“Okay so what are you wearing?” Kevin asked turning around in his sequin shirt and jeans, complimenting his outfit with a crossbody bag and sunglasses.

“Uhm. Not sure yet. Might go for baggy jeans and a sequin top too.. I have a lot.” You showed Kevin the options, watching as he scratched his chin and looked between them.

જ⁀➴ৎ୭ OUTFIT OPTIONS:

(feel free to mix & m a t c h!)

“Gorgeous!” Kevin smiled, fixing you a few necklaces of his behind your neck. You smiled and looked in the mirror briefly before setting off down the block.

The house pulsated the entire street as guests spilled in the front door to the infectious rhythm playing at max volume from the many speakers around the house. A kaleidoscope of vibrant lights drowned the space, as drinks circulated everyone from the kitchen.

House parties tended to be like some sort of cringe trashy and incomprehensible version of a homecoming dance for adults that you couldn’t seem to understand. Sure they were fun but, high school students embarrassing themselves sure wasn’t.

“Hey Kevin.” A very drunk Ji Changmin sauntered over to us at the entrance, “Who’s the plus one?”

As Changmin looked over with his devilish glare, apart of you started to get nervous. As if you were mixing with the wrong crowd, a gentle flip in your stomach warned you, something was about to go incredibly wrong.

“Hi, I’m y/n.” You introduced yourself with a smile, as he passed you a beer from the many in his arms.

There was one thing that would determine whether someone would survive senior year: alcohol.

“2. PARTIES = STATUS”

Probably one of the most screwed survival tips, but unfortunately for teenagers who were just short of legal age a sip of liquor was enough to emphasise them as ‘cool’. Even if drinking is not your thing, the general consensus of being popular in senior year was to attend parties, host them and make lethal mistakes whilst there.

Throughout the night, you and Kevin found yourselves bouncing from group to group eventually watching Sangyeon and Juyeon play the most intense game of cup pong ever played in the competitive sports world.

♫ ANOTHER NIGHT - REAL MCCOY playing from speakers ♫

“Do you wanna take this one?” Sangyeon asked, holding the ping pong ball in front of you with a raised eyebrow.

“Me?” You asked laughing from the sidelines as he nodded, standing up properly you walked towards the table where most eyes were fixed on the table.

You’d gotten the grips of how to play, grasping the ball with a nervous clench before watching as Juyeon stared down the table with a sly smirk, his arms folded over his white tank top.

Bouncing off the table the ball hit the top of the few cups cups before landing in the fourth, making Juyeon’s total three. The crowd watching laughed as Juyeon threw his head back in defeat, taking the cup and gulping down its contents.

“Taking advantage of beginners luck is dirty play.” Juyeon shook his head at Sangyeon who laughed knowingly. “Whatever. If I land this you’re drinking this.”

Sure enough, as Juyeon bounced the ball across the table it landed in one of the two cups left leaving one. You’d hoped he’d missed not wanting to get to drunk around a group of people you’d never met. Nevertheless you took the cup and necked it’s contents, with a cheering crowd. Juyeon eventually won against Sangyeon, seeing the close of world’s most competitive game of cup pong.

A few drinks through the night, your brain chemistry had already began buzzing and the socialite in you stepped out of hiding, as you spoke to almost everyone you encountered. Hearing commotion from the living room, you dragged Kevin to investigate.

The room buzzed with anticipation as people gathered in a circle, forming a tight-knit group. Nervous giggles filled the air, drowned out by the music playing in the background. Sunwoo placed a bottle in the center of the circle, ready to determine the first pair of an early game of ‘spin the bottle’.

With a flick of his wrist, the bottle spun, its rotation echoing the excitement in the room. Hearts raced as it slowed down, pointing towards its chosen target. The room held its breath as the Sunwoo locked eyes with a girl he’d had a crush on for most of his childhood, their cheeks flushing bright pink as he made eye contact. With a playful smile, Sunwoo picked out one of the ‘fates’ written in the hat, revealing the crumpled paper to the crowd.

“Kiss.” He laughed nervously, smiling as she was, the circle squealed in anticipation. He leaned in to give her peck which raised a “booo” from the crowd at the underwhelming gesture.

“Y/N JOIN IN.” Hyunjae yelled from the group, causing the circle to laugh at how pathetic he was. You jokingly stepped behind Kevin to hide as “Join” began to be chanted in the room, persuading you to sit down in a gap made by Hyunjae and Haknyeon.

You took the bottle and spun it, the booze causing nerves to disappear. As the bottle began to slow down, Hyunjae grabbed the glass pointing it towards him - no one protesting considering this was his life long goal.

You sighed, hoping the paper in the hat wouldn’t do you dirty in this situation, looking up you noticed a familiar figure. Eric’s eyes stared down at you, stood from the other side of the circle, rested against the mantlepiece in his tank top and baggy jeans - a bottle of beer gripped loosely in his hands.

All of a sudden, your hands began to shake in adrenaline, Hyunjae’s eyes wavering as he noticed the way you looked up at the other boy. You began to unfold one of the pieces of paper from the hat, “7 minutes in heaven” you could have screamed. This was truly a worst case scenario, as the circle cheered and Sunwoo ushered the two of you to the bathroom.

Hyunjae locked the door with a sigh, sitting both legs in the bathtub and taking a lengthy swig of his beer in a saddened manner.

“Are you not going to do anything?” You asked curiously, folding your arms and taking a seat on the toilet cover.

“No.”He sighed, resting the bottle on the side and turning to look at you with an inquisitive stare, his eyebrows furrowing as if they contemplating internal questions.

“Why not?” You asked further, leaning forward as Hyunjae’s confident demeanour seemed to have suspiciously faltered.

“I see the way you look at him.” He suddenly spat, as if something within him snapped. “You’ll never give it up will you. Everyday, I do something to make you laugh, smile and show you someone cares. Yet… Every time I try, you’re still staring at that motherfucker who wants nothing to do with you.”

“Sorry?” You asked almost confused, the outburst seemingly unnecessary as he went to speak again but was interrupted by an ominous banging at the door.

“I get you guys are probably exchanging cooties in there, but I need to shit.” The sweet sound of Haknyeon’s charming voice and vocabulary echoed through the bathroom causing you to hold back a laugh in the situation.

“Listen y/n. I need to ask a favor.” Hyunjae proposed, stopping you from reaching for the handle of the door. “My parents have been bugging me about having a girlfriend, since my brother has one now and they’re telling me I’m a good for nothing man who will never be able to commit to someone. Which is kind of true. But will you pretend to be my girlfriend to get them off my back?”

“Will I? Hmmm….” You pretend to think for a second before retorting with a loud. “NO.”

“Please. I’ll help you get him, I’ll do everything I can to help you win Eric over. I’m one of his bestfriends.” Hyunjae’s eyes glistened in genuine sparkle, an expression you’d only come across once or twice in your life.

“I’ll think about it. But for now, it’s not a yes or a no.” You closed the conversation, head spinning as you opened the door, Haknyeon spilling into the bathroom and beelining straight for the toilet.

“3. DONT PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE’s GIRLFRIEND WHILST YOUR TRYING TO GET THE ATTENTION OF THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE.”

Oddly specific rule, however as you proceeded down the stairs it seemed you wouldn’t have to convince people you were dating - their dirty minds had already assumed what had happened in that bathroom.

“You’re on.” You looked back at Hyunjae with a smile before linking arms with Kevin to leave, the party only dying down in the early hours of the morning.

# SATURDAY 22ND SEPTEMBER 1996

# MORNING 🌥️

The gentle rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, birds began chirping outside, and the comforting aroma of breakfast drifted from the kitchen. Your eyes stuck together and your head booming with music from the night before, on the floor Kevin was sprawled emitting gentle snores.

The sound of a car horn outside, immediately brought you to your senses, with your fingers your gently moved the curtain to see Hyunjae leant against his car.

“Your dating Hyunjae?” Kevin asked, giving you the fright of your life as he appeared over your shoulder.

“No.” You immediately refuted, getting shivers from the sickly idea of having to date such a inferior choice of male.

“So why’s he here?” Kevin asked with a sarcastic voice, laughing at the stupidity of the scene.

“We’re dating but like just so his family gets off his back.” You sighed, standing up out of bed and beginning to make yourself look more presentable.

“You’re FAKE dating, Hyunjae?” Kevin’s jaw dropped even more than it already was if that was even possible. “That isn’t gonna look good to lover boy now is it?”

“Listen, he’s helping me get him. He’s on the inner circle, if I have a chance of getting Eric this is it.” You sighed taking your clothes to change in your arms.

“I’m calling Jacob.” Kevin suddenly added, pulling out his nokia with its antenna.

“Don’t you dare he said don’t call unless it’s emergencies, he’s in exam mode.” You recalled, knowing Jacob is practically unreachable during exam season.

“This is an emergency.” Kevin emphasised each word with a sarcastic edge.

“It’s not and if you call him, I’ll make your life so difficult.” You pointed at the boy with a warning finger before walking out to meet Hyunjae in front of his car.

♫ ALL THE SMALL THINGS - BLINK 182 playing from the car radio ♫

“Hey.” You smiled, climbing into the passenger seat of his car, the soft top rolled down so the breeze would eventually leave you wind swept. “Where we heading?”

“Bowling with my parents.” Hyunjae grumbled, more than happy you were in his car but visibly stressed with the entire situation.

“Is this all I have to do and I’m not your girlfriend anymore?” You suggested, leaning your head on the side of the car and letting the wind catch your face.

“Should be. Then I’ll tell you all about him.” Hyunjae chuckled, one hand on the steering wheel and another raking through his hair.

The bowling alley downtown was lively, decorated with neon lights and the sound of crashing pins. The smell of hot dogs and nachos wavering faintly in the air. The lanes are filled with laughter and ‘friendly’ competition.

Hyunjae swiftly introduced you to his mother and father, who looked you up and down before sending him an impressed smile.

“I’ll have to warn you dear y/n, they both get a bit competitive.” Hyunjae’s mother smiled as Hyunjae age his dad began squaring up to each other in the lane.

Whilst you were putting on your shoes, you felt a pair of eyes on you from somewhere unable to tell where.

“Hey y/n!” A familiar cheerful voice greeted you, looking up shell shocked you saw Eric, dressed in his work uniform with a lollipop. You felt your heart shatter, Hyunjae had to know he worked here, he set you up, but why?

Eric looked gorgeous in uniform you had to say, his pinstriped shirt and jeans complimented by the blue cap. However, you had bigger issues.

“You on a date with Hyunjae?” He asked, polishing a pair of shoes behind the counter next to you, happening to notice how pretty his hands were. “You look pretty, he’s a lucky guy.”

What did he say?

“Oh Eric! You met my girlfriend! This is y/n!” Hyunjae wrapped an arm around you with a condescending smile, for you everything felt as if it had frozen in time.

Eric swivelled the lollipop in his mouth for a moment, observing the look of shock you’d tried to conceal with a smile on your face and chuckled to himself.

“Landed a nice one there haven’t you buddy?” Eric almost began to patronise his bestfriend, a look of suspicious nature hidden in his big smile like a cheshire cat.

“I’m just going to go to the bathroom.” You giggled before excusing yourself to the toilets across the arena with a nervous pace.

“Well that backfired.” A voice sounded, someone pulling you back from one of the booths in the canteen. Kevin and Jacob sat like spies with sunglasses tuxedos and newspapers had been watching the entire time.

“He set me up.” You sighed putting your hands in your head. “I know he’s jealous of him but i didn’t think he’d go this far.”

“It’s Hyunjae. This is probably hilarious content to him.” Kevin rolled his eyes as Jacob nodded along, them both peering around the corner to watch the scene unfold.

“Y/n have you ever considered that Eric might like you?” Jacob asked taking his sunglasses off to look at you properly before you answered.

“He definitely doesn’t like me like that, maybe as a friend?” You suggested, twiddling your thumbs together over the wooden surface.

“Well he doesn’t seem to like the entire you and Hyunjae thing.” He added looking back over to the icy conversation between the two boys at the check in desk - Hyunjae’s parents stepping in to tell him they were ready to play.

“How can you tell?” You furrowed your brows in confusion, waiting for the reply as he began to speak.

“Duck! He’s coming.” Kevin quickly hid you under table covering you with his jacket as they both got back to their newspapers.

“Kevin?” The sound of Hyunjae’s voice from above the surface startled. “You seen y/n anywhere?”

“No? I saw her come in with you.” Kevin cleverly redirected the question allowing the boy to shrug and walk in a different direction looking for you.

“I told you these disguises wouldn’t work, we needed the moustaches.” Kevin hissed across the table to Jacob, the both of them having watched a few too many over the summer.

“Listen what do I do? Because I can’t tell Eric I’m fake dating Hyunjae because then he’d find out I was doing it because I have a stupid little thing for him!” You exclaimed, frustrated as you’d fell right in to Hyunjae’s trap.

“4. DON’T FALL FOR YOUR CRUSH’S BESTFRIENDS BLACKMAIL”

“I wouldn’t call it little. But hope things work out for you!” Jacob smiled angelically ignoring the pain shimmering in your eyes.

“Me too!” They began to gather their things ave scramble, about to take flight from the situation.

“Where are you guys going?” You asked panicked they were about to ditch you and leave the sticky situation.

“Getting you out of here.” Kevin replied taking your arm and sprinting out of the nearest exit - they may have set an alarm off for opening a fire door but oh well.

“5. DO HAVE FRIENDS THAT WILL GET YOU OUT OF SITUATIONS YOU CAUSED YOURSELF”

# MONDAY 24TH SEPTEMBER 1996

After hibernating in your bed for the rest of the weekend and 13 times Kevin had tried to ring the landline to check if you were okay. It was time to face them all at school and you could not think of anything worse.

“Oh my god. It’s aliveeee.” Kevin acts out a poor excuse of a Frankenstein impression as you laughed and breezed past him to your locker.

“If you see Hyunjae hide me.” You chuckled as he signed ‘rodger that’ with a salute and began rambling about the pasta he cooked for dinner the night before.

All of a sudden you were pushed into the locker, Kevin stood in front on you casually reading a book as Hyunjae walked by with a question mark above his head. He didn’t bother asking where you were, assuming if you weren’t with Kevin you weren’t there at all.

You eventually broke free of the hiding spot, fixing your hair and brushing down your clothes. The sound of wheels rolling down the corridor coming to a halt beside you.

“Were you?-” Eric was about to ask but refrained considering Kevin was signing ‘cut’ and ‘shush’ behind you flailing his arms around like a maniac.

“Here’s your notes.” You smiled, a touch of pink rising to your cheeks as your hand grazed his defined one, the notes you’d borrowed in pristine condition.

“Thanks, cutie.” He smiled, the nickname causing you to freeze up in your tracks, you knew he only said it out of courtesy or like the others that was ‘just his personality’ but it made your heart melt - as you watched him skate down the corridor, his biceps flexing to maintain balance.

You managed to survive your classes without being berated by Hyunjae or any of his friends, having to sadly eat lunch in a cubicle surely wasn’t a high moment of yours.

Soon the bell was sounding for the end of the day as students flocked out of the grounds excited for the school’s baseball match that evening.

“There she is!” You heard an annoyingly shrill voice yell from behind you, as you were about to cross the car lot. Behind you was Eric Hyunjae and Juyeon, walking in a line towards you whilst Eric was on his skateboard.

“Told you I saw her.” Eric laughed as you were clearly avoiding Hyunjae at all costs, you turned with a bitter smile as they got closer.

“You coming to Eric’s big game tonight?” Juyeon asked giving a friendly elbow to Eric, clearly nervous as it was the first big game of the season.

Eric looked at you with an ounce of hope, only to be quickly shot down, but you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes sparkled at the idea.

“No she’s actually got a date with me.” Hyunjae answered for you with a snide tone, eyes flickering towards you.

“No,no. I think I’ll go.” You smiled, “I really like baseball.”

“I don’t wanna interrupt you guys.” Eric looked between you both with something suspicious lingering behind his eyes as he turned his baseball cap to the left.

“You’re not interrupting us! Perhaps this ‘date’ can be on the pitch.” You suggested looking at Hyunjae’s wide eyes, knowing his plan was falling to pieces but he couldn’t disagree, not in front of everyone.

“Cool.” Eric smiled smugly, “See you there.”

You watched as him and Juyeon walked to the pitch for pre-match practice. Not wanting to spare Hyunjae anymore time, you walked at lightning speed in the direction of your house, ignoring him yelling your name from behind you.

“Y/n give me a second.” Hyunjae caught up to you on the sidewalk, grabbing your arm to turn you around. “You don’t have to do this anymore, go get him. It’s clear you’ll always love him and I can’t change that. I’m sorry, I took it too far.”

Despite the fact you appreciated the apology it seemed as if it was a little to late, he’d already tried to bring everything crashing down between you and Eric and now he thinks the both of you are on a date at his game. You smiled at him and nodded, swiftly turning on your heels and rushing home.

# LET’S GO H A W K S, LET’S G O O O !!🏟️

The chanting of cheerleaders and commotion amongst the crowd sang from outside of the pitch, Kevin and Jacob having already bought snacks rushed to a bench with good sight of the pitch.

“I’m so excited for this, there’s literally no way we lose.” Kevin watched as your school team walked out on to the pitch, immediately spotting Eric and making smoochy faces at you.

You didn’t notice too much of Kevin’s torment, as you were captivated by the sight of him. Eric looked up at the bleachers as if he was scanning the crowd for someone in particular his eyes landed on you for a moment - or Kevin maybe even Jacob.

The game commenced, no home-runs were scored by the competition and our team was not looking to beat them either. Time was running out as the ball left the hand of the pitcher, Eric stood in formation waiting for the ball to reach him. He swung the bat behind him and hit the ball with astonishing force triggering a roar from the crowd. He made a run for it, it was a home-run, the winning home-run.

“Go get him girl.” Kevin said as the players began to leave the pitch, watching as you ran off immediately to find him.

You patiently waited outside the locker rooms for him, knowing the other players would be tossing him around and winding him up. He eventually emerged from the lockers, wet hair and a towel around his neck.

“Can I talk to you?” You asked as he caught eyes with you, confused to why you’d waited.

“Sure, where’s Jae?” He asked, following you as you began to walk to somewhere more private.

“I’ll explain all of that.” You sighed, looking back at the boy for a moment, feeling your heartbeat pause in time as the sunlight hit his skin.

You both made your way under the bleachers, Eric already making a joke about what happens underneath them before even getting there.

“Eric. I have to say this otherwise one day I’m going to implode.” You began, your heart facing the adrenaline kicking through your veins and it was as if a theme park was screaming in your stomach. “I like you.”

A silence sat amongst you, the conflict in his eyes bouncing back and forth making you increasingly apprehensive for what he was about to say.

“Y/n I can’t do this to Hyunjae. Listen I really like you but that’s my-” Eric tried to collect himself, holding on to the top of the bleachers with one arm and wiping his forehead with the other.

“Eric we’re not dating! I know you can see that.” You pleaded with him, watching as his gorgeous eyes twisted to confusion.

“You’re not?” He asked, more than confused.

“No…. I agreed to ‘fake’ date him to get his parents off his back and to get to know more about you. But.. he took it too far and I think he might’ve been jealous I liked you.” You admitted, chewing your bottom lip and looking anywhere but at the boy fresh off the pitch in his baseball uniform.

“I don’t know because what if you’re lying to me.” He suggested, you couldn’t get offended because what if you were?

“Eric you’ve known me since we were kids I wouldn’t lie to you, I wouldn’t get anything out of doing that.” You reassured him, watching him contemplate ideas in his head as if mini cogs were turning.

“Y/n I know I don’t show it, but I really was interested in you but Hyunjae I couldn’t hurt him. Do you mind if I?” He asked, pulling you closer to him with his back leant up against the metal beam behind him.

“Of course I don’t.” You smiled, your voice barely above a whisper as you watched that beautiful grin of his spread across his lips, his brown eyes sparkling down with the sunset peaking through the gaps of the rows.

He kissed you, so sweetly, so gently, holding your face with the palm of his hand and bringing your waist closer as your stomach flipped and your heart filled with love. As you parted he brought you into his arms, it was the warmest hug that just felt as if everything was right.

“Now that you’ve said it, it makes sense. I’ve never seen someone avoid their boyfriend so much until now.” He laughed thinking of the time you escaped the bowling alley with Kevin and Jacob and further went to extreme lengths to avoid him at school too.

You giggled in his arms, looking up to his face that smiled back down at you, gently moving in for another kiss.

“I think I won twice today.” Eric laughed, giddy with excitement the grin on his face practically beaming from ear to ear.

That’s how you sort of survived senior year.

tagging: @juyeonszn @deobienthusiast 🤍

[thornbutch]

One Night Only (Pt. 2) (18+)

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Part One | Part Two

Pairings: Jordan Li x Fem!Reader, (brief) Andre Anderson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Past experiences have wrecked Jordan’s perception of their true feelings. The pretty girl from a week ago isn’t making their situation any better. Cue angst and car sex.

Tags: Jordan Li x fem!reader, Gen V, Jordan Li is a toxic, jealous, sexy piece of shit, cursing, angst, sensitive reader, sapphic make out sesh, Corruption kink, smut, mature content, Jordan might be a little OOC? Sorry. I wrote this in two hours.

Word Count: 2.7k

Jordan Li was probably the most confusing human being she had ever encountered. Ever since that night, he had been ignoring her. She’d see him in the courtyard at lunch, wave, and be disappointed when he didn’t wave back. She knew he saw her. What was his problem?

A week went by since the night she entangled with Jordan. She had finally come to terms with the fact that Jordan didn’t see her as anything but a one-night stand. She couldn’t explain why she felt so hurt by this. Maybe Jordan regretted what happened. Or maybe she was some kind of revenge hook-up? She had dealt with that before; her body being used to make someone else jealous. But that didn’t seem like a thing Jordan would do. On the other hand, she didn’t know Jordan much. She knew he was number five on the list. She knew that he had been Dr. Brink’s TA, but other that, his story was a mystery to her.

The next time she saw him, she was determined to get his attention. She didn’t care if she embarrassed him. How dare he treat her like trash? He owed her an explanation. If she had did something wrong, she’d like to know. If he wished he could forget that night, she had a right to know. She doesn’t know why it bothered her so much, but it did. He didn’t have to fuck her again, but he could’ve at least waved or said hello when he saw her in public.

She had gotten information from Maverick, the dorm’s resident assistant. She demanded to know where Jordan’s room was in the sweetest way. She fluttered her eyelashes and put her hands together in a praying form, begging him over and over to tell her until he finally did.

“God, you freshman are so fucking annoying! Can’t a guy jerk off in peace?” She didn’t have time to wonder if he was jerking off in that moment, due to his invisibility. She’d question him again later on that, because ew.

She made her way to Jordan’s room, knocking on the door once, twice, three times.

“Coming!” She heard a feminine voice shout from behind the door.

Had she arrived at the wrong room? No, Mark was adamant on the floor level and room number.

Plus, she recognized that smell of hefty cologne from the night Jordan fucked her senseless.

So who was-

Oh. She had approximately five seconds to walk, no sprint, away from this situation. She could’ve made it behind a wall or scurried off into a communal bathroom. She had time.

But she stood there, dumbfounded and hurt.

The girl from the other side opened the door, “Can I-“

She stood there.

Her doe eyes brimmed with tears. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? She didn’t own Jordan. She wasn’t his girlfriend. He made it very clear that he didn’t want to be with her.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “Wrong door.”

Before the girl had anything to say, she was running down the hallway and exiting the building.

. . .

That was all it took for her to move on. Now, she was back to her normal self. Fuck Jordan Li, and fuck whoever that girl was at the door.

She was undoubtedly pretty, but also handsome at the same time. She kind-of looked like Jordan a bit, but she highly doubted it was a relative. Some guys were into shit like that, fucking the “girl” versions of themselves.

Ick.

She was tired of parties. They were fun, sure. It was nice to get out and get drunk and fuck here and there, but she needed an escape from that environment. She opted to go to a bar instead, one of the local ones near campus that served as a hot spot for the students.

She put on a black, tubed dress that stopped at her mid-thigh. She chose one of her favorite leather jackets to match with it and similar-looking black leather boots that came up just below her knee. It was different than what she’d normally wear. The white dresses, jean skirts, and pink accents made her look cute, but it seemed like people took advantage of that. They thought she was naïve and not aware of their schemes.

She was smart, that much was evident. As pretty as she was, she was also sexy, and she’d be damned if she didn’t own that shit.

The bar was far quieter than the frat parties, but still loud nonetheless. Supes and normals mingled here. One thing they both had in common was their love for alcohol. It seemed to bring them together and offer peace against outside situations.

The moment came when she was asked if someone could buy her a drink. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. He had curly, dark brown hair and deep black eyes. He was good-looking, she couldn’t deny that.

“I’m a freshman,” she stated. The man laughed.

“You say that like I’m old,” he said as he bought himself a drink, “I’m only a junior.”

She smiled, knowing that he was in her age range and a fellow student calmed her. “I’m (Y/n).”

He took a sip from his glass, “Andre,” he replied, “You have a coin on you?”

She nodded, reaching into her black velvet purse to retrieve a quarter. She handed it to him, and he examined it thoroughly.

“Look,” he held the quarter between his forefinger and thumb, “If I could make this-“ she watched as the quarter transformed before her eyes, the metal twisting and bending to create the shape of a bird, “into her drink-“ he looked over at a woman sitting down, holding a champagne glass in her hand, “then you have to come home with me.”

“Oh, I have to?” She smirked.

“I don’t make the rules,” he shrugged and grinned back, “Just enforce them.”

Before she could reply, she felt a familiar presence loom over her. She turned around, met with a firm chest and a heavy scent.

Jordan.

“She’s not into your lame ass party tricks, Andre,” Jordan said.

Andre scoffed, blistering a false offended look on his face, “Lame? C’mon, Jordan, don’t be like that.”

Jordan rolled his eyes, “She’s not interested, got it?”

Andre rolled his eyes as well, his fists bawled up and the once floating medal bird turned into a dense ball, “It’s 2023. Women can speak for themselves.”

“Right,” Jordan looked down at you, finally including you in on the conversation that he interrupted, “Are you interested?”

She was taken aback by the question. She sputtered a little, swapping glances between Andre and Jordan. Whatever this was, she did not want to be apart of it. Fuck Jordan for ruining this.

“No.” She said. Andre held his hands up in defeat, grabbed his drink, and walked away from the bar and into the crowd. She turned back to Jordan then and stood up. “Fuck you.”

“You already did,” he said.

She pushed him then. “No, fuck you. Fuck you for being an asshole to me all this week and then popping up to ruin-“

“Ruin what, exactly? Where you going to go home with him, huh? Fuck him, too? Let him see you the way I saw you?”

“Excuse me?” She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught it. His grip was tight and bruising. A few bystanders gathered around them.

“Let’s go to my car.” Jordan tugged her towards the exit. She barely had time to register what was going on before she felt the cold breeze of the night air swift through her nostrils and blow on her exposed skin.

He opened the passenger door for her. A gentleman. What kind of gentleman would dare to ask to her that way? Just who did he think he was? Her fucking boyfriend?

She got in, and he slammed the door closed. She stared out the window as he felt the car dip a little with the weight of Jordan getting in on the driver’s side.

The car was silent.

“Are we playing the quiet game or something?” .

She nodded.

He sighed, “Look, you have every right to hate me-“

“I do.”

“-but I need to explain something to you.”

She could feel her anger bubbling up. Her knees bounced against the car floor. She continued to stare out the window. “Explain.”

“The girl you saw, she was-“

Oh, not this lousy and overused excused. He really thought she was dumb. It wasn’t just something she had made up in her mind. This was evidence.

She turned, tears just about to spill past her eyelids, “Your sister? Your cousin? Your best friend?” She scoffed, “You think I’m stupid. You ignore me for a week, a week, Jordan. Then you decide you can whisk me away like you’re some kind of Prince Charming?”

“That’s not-“

“You embarrass me in front a cute guy because what? You’re jealous? You don’t like to see your one-night stand hooking up with other people but don’t mind not bothering to wave back when she waves at you?”

“(Y/n)-“

“But maybe I am stupid. You asked if I was interested, and I said no. You opened the door for me, and I got in. You folded my panties and tucked me in and left and treated me like I didn’t exist.”

Jordan watched intently as she spewed all the horrible shit they had done to her. They didn’t think it would affect her so much. They’d hate to be ignored, too, but they’d get over it. They could tell she convinced herself she was over them, over the entire situation. If she was moved on, she wouldn’t have turned down Andre’s offer, and she wouldn’t have entered their vehicle.

“-and now you’re not fucking listening, great.” She folded her arms and dramatically laid back against the seat. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her makeup was ruined. Black streaks of mascara coated the skin.

“I’m sorry,” they said. “You’re right. Not about the stupid thing, the fucked up thing. It was wrong of me to ignore you, I just…” Jordan breathed in shakily. This was so out of character for them. “I didn’t think you liked me.”

She turned towards the window again, staring at her own reflection.

“And… the girl you saw wasn’t my sister, cousin, or best friend,” They could feel their chest tightening, “She was me.”

She watched in the reflection as Jordan morphed into the girl she had seen earlier. She turned back sharply, completely in shock at what she just witnessed.

“You-“

“Yeah. I’m bigender, or whatever the fuck,” Jordan sighed. They felt vulnerable in this form. They tucked a strand of their longer black hair behind their ear and looked beyond the front windshield, “I didn’t want you thinking that I-“

“That you’re into women who look like you?” She responded.

“Yes,” Jordan snorted, “But I was going to say that I wasn’t using you. Or- I didn’t use you. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Do you normally fuck girls and abandon them?”

“I normally don’t get jealous when I see someone else flirting with them,” they looked at her then, “I didn’t like what I saw. When he flirted with you using his medal-bending ability. It was corny.”

She let out a small laugh, wiping away her tears, “It was kind of corny.”

Jordan nodded, “I was… afraid. I’m not used to feeling like this, but I am used to it at the same time. Girls, they fuck me in my masculine form and want nothing to do with me in my feminine form. Guys are vice versa.”

She listened to every word coming from their mouth.

“I guess I’ve grown accustomed to blocking people out without asking if they’d accept both versions of me.”

The car was quiet once more.

“Accustomed,” she whispered, “that’s a big word.”

Jordan rolled their eyes.

“I don’t mind,” she was no longer looking at them, instead focusing on her hands that she held in her lap, “I wouldn’t have judged you. I’m not judging you.”

“You’re not?”

“I think you’re the most handsomest and prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” she said.

They could feel their ears tint with red.

“I understand why you were nervous, but I wish you would’ve talked to me before doing all of this,”

“I’m sorry,”

“I know,” she faced them, bringing her hands to cup their soft jawline, “I forgive you.”

Their lips met with hers, but not like how they did at the frat party. This time was more passionate, sweeter, and less rough. She broke the kiss to climb over the armrest and straddle them. Jordan leaned the chair back as far as it would go to give her enough room to sit on their lap. She took off her leather jacket. Their hands held onto her waist, keeping her in place. She liked being on top and knowing that she had no control. They liked being underneath her and knowing that they were still the dominant one.

They began to kiss each other harder. More hunger. They craved her. She must’ve worn this black outfit in retaliation. She looked pretty in white. She looked pretty in black. She looked pretty naked. She was the most beautiful girl they had ever seen, and now they had her right where they wanted her.

She had been hogging their memory ever since that night. They’d slip their hands into their pants during late hours of the night, fondling their clit and breathing her name in heavy gasps as they imagined her touching them. They pinched their nipples, imagining her biting them. They wanted to see her between their thighs, eating them out with her back arched and her eyes closed because she was so into it.

“Am I doing good?” They imagined she would say.

They’d tell her she was doing amazing as they fucked their pussy onto her face.

They’d have to take a late-night shower, having soaked their boxers in their secretion. Their shirt would stick to their back from how hot they were and how much they were sweating during a simple masturbation session.

They wondered if she touched herself. Maybe she was so pent up with frustration that she couldn’t help but fuck it out of herself. She’d use two fingers right off the bat. Her legs would be spread open, and her clothes discarded into a heap at the edge of her bed.

“Jordan,” she’d moan.

“Jordan,” she moaned.

They were brought back to the present, pulling away from her lips. Both of their chests rise and fell with great intensity. They bought their hand up to her face, placing their thumb on her lip and parting them. She opened willingly, allowing their thumb to enter her wet cavern.

She sucked feverishly, all while maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck,” Jordan cursed. They could feel how wet they were in their stiff jeans.

She pulled their thumb out of her mouth with a barely audible pop!

“I want to touch you,” she said.

Yes, yes, please, yes.

She pulled up their shirt, revealing a flat stomach that had the shadows of their abs present. They didn’t wear a bra. She was very understanding of that, too. It’d be extremely uncomfortable for them to shift and feel the hard clasps of the bra digging into their back.

She cupped their breast tenderly, swiping her thumb over the nipple. Jordan couldn’t tell if she’d been with women before. Was she an expert? Or was she just doing what she did when she touched herself?

She pinched and they shifted unexpectedly. She leaned back, her ass hitting the steering wheel and blaring the horn.

It was quiet for the third time.

They apologized for startling her. She told them it was okay.

Then, she busted out laughing, falling onto them. They laughed, too.

“I guess that’s a sign,” she said.

“A sign for what?”

“To take me back to your place.”

She didn’t have to say anything else.

[olderthannetfic]

Any way you could recommend some sort of intro guide to fantasy for dummies to me?

I'd like to have a couple of magic related elements in my fics sometimes, but I'd like to sort of, sidestep the world building part if possible.

So is there some kind of bare bones universal structure I could borrow from as a reference point for like, a magic system? I don't want to embarrass myself by showing i know so little of the rules I'm breaking them all over the place. And I know tons of people have fun figuring out how things work mechanically, so I'd love being able to outsource from them so to speak because that's not what up my street at all.

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Hah! There are so many versions of "fantasy". Right now, I'm brainstorming for a very elaborate secondary world fantasy that's heavily inspired by wuxia but not claiming to actually be wuxia. I'm trying to figure out what Western elements I want to work in and how I can come up with names that don't make me cringe.

There is no one bare bones guide and there cannot be because different subgenres have nearly nothing to do with each other. In fact, even calling it collectively "fantasy" and thinking that these subgenres belong in one category together depends on location and era.

If you want to know about magic systems... oh dear... I'm going to have to recommend... you all know it's coming... Brandon Sanderson's lectures. There are some on Youtube.

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But before you go look at a guide, I think it's important to understand the parameters and discourse around this subject. Sanderson is the poster boy for unnecessarily complex systems that appeal to the kinds of guys who fill out wikis of canon minutia and complain that the grain harvest and export policies don't make sense in derivative fantasy doorstop #57. This kind of fan annoys the bejesus out of people who care about theme and allegory. Also the many people who've noticed that Sanderson's books would probably be better at 200k than 400. >;D

Sanderson himself is much less of a dumbass about the topic, thankfully. He talks about how there are systems that work like real world science: put in X grams of magic thing one and Y grams of magic thing two, and you get a predictable potion result. But there are also systems that are more numinous. In the same book, you may find magic that's your most boring physics homework and magic that's essentially a religious experience where strict categorization and the logic of the laboratory have no place. There can also be systems that are unknowable and systems that your characters don't understand but that the audience grasps are perfectly logical to an expert.

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If you're using magic as set dressing in fic, decide what the vibe is and pick a system that supports that. Don't bother going full Sanderson.

Fairy tale: Magic works on feels. Twu wuv will revive dead people for no reason, and you do not need to justify anything as long as it feels right. Hanahaki fic rarely bothers to explain the science. We all know it isn't about that.

Harry Potter: Unholy mix of fake-science and rule-of-funny. You should probably pick only one to copy. If it's fake science, just write about the characters half remembering chemistry class and replace all the words with technobabble.

For another example of rule of funny, check out The ABCs of Spellcraft by Jordan Castillo Price, a gay romance series where all of the magic is puns and stupid wordplay and the general tone is extremely silly. In book 1, a villain tells his magically compelled goon to take the hero outside and "pound" him. The hero takes one look at all those muscles and is like "You know, that instruction can be interpreted multiple ways!"

Some systems are full of stupidass levels out of a video game with actual numbers. This gives fans of stories about leveling up a massive boner, but it is undesirable in most fic. Instead, treat magic like intelligence or learned skills: You know some people are naturally smarter and some people have learned more, but measuring it with a precise number is both impossible and obnoxious.

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Decide if your magic is hereditary or learned. Western fantasy is full of hereditary magic, including magic with a simple on-off setting: you're either magical or you're not. Eastern fantasy tends to go with highly variable natural aptitude but systems that anyone can theoretically learn.

Decide if your magic is extremely literal and science-y, even if the characters don't know how their laptop works, or if it's more of a metaphor for love or social forces or if it's just a witchy aesthetic because who doesn't love a coffee shop with a punny name and pentagrams on the cups?

A lot of backdrops for shippy fic are vibes-based only. They don't stand up to the world building police, and they don't need to.

Just don't tag the fic as 'magical realism' unless you actually know what that means and are actually writing that.

[gilverrwrites]

hi, it's the anon that ask about 'calm down baby girl' question. i don't know how to expand on this😅 maybe you would rant about something: tv shows/restaurant service/etc, and the character would say that sentence in amusement/calm tone to you. hope this helps🥹

I guess anybody could say it, but not every could pull it off. To me, 'babygirl' can swing back and fourth between melt worthy and uncomfortable like a pendulum.

Dick Grayson is one of the few men who can use babygirl in any context and get away with it. Although I do think he’s gets a kick out of seeing you all wound up and emotional. He’s only trying to bring you back down if he senses genuine emotional distress.

See also: Oliver Queen, Floyd Lawton

Wally West uses the term often, but it doesn’t sit right on his tongue until you’re in too deep. Like, the first time you give him a gentle side eye to express that that wasn’t it. Over time it becomes kind of endearing, in the sense that you’ve come to expect it from him for better or worse. Until eventually the simple gesture of him stroking your back and saying “Calm down, babygirl” has you doing exactly that in an instant.

See also: Digger Harkness

Hal Jordan is somewhere between Wally and Dick. He says it, and in your brain, it just doesn’t feel right, but your tummy is full of butterfly. You might not admit it straight away, to yourself, and especially not to him, but him saying to really works for you.

See also: Black Manta, Harvey Dent

It slips out of Roy Harper, off handedly, in an unintentionally authoritative tone. Like a father warning a child, and if you’re not into being spoken to like that, I’m sure it would piss you off, but if there’s even an inkling within you that likes it when he takes charge, it’s sure to make you melt, and leave him wondering how you flipped moods so quickly. Wondering, but certainly not complaining.

See also: Leonard Snart, Dinah Lance

Whereas Roman Sionis will use the exact same inflection, and he’ll do it with his whole chest. It’s not really a comfort, or a warning, it’s an order. Even when he is being soft, cooing it in your ear, pulling out the baby voice, there’s always a level of dominance laced in there.

See also: Selina Kyle,

Kon says it but it’s always been a joke, and if he ever tells you to “calm down, babygirl” it’s usually intended to shock you out of whatever mental state you’re stuck in. Kon notices how it warps before you do, how you go from responding with wides eyes and a laugh, to a bitten lip and warm cheeks.

See also: Jason Todd

Guy Gardner uses it, in a tone so complacent that you might want to slap the voice box right out of him. But he says it alongside a vast array of pet names and other terms of endearment, that eventually it becomes one of the tamer ones. One that actually makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy as opposed to staring at him, perplexed or annoyed, wondering where and how he gets off using whatever the hell he came up with most recently.

See also: Axel Walker

[kitchenisking]

Day 6

just like a paperback novel by princecharmingwinks - (Rating: T, Words: 5,840)

Stiles works at a cozy bookstore and encounters a series of intriguing customers, each buying books for the same mysterious person. As the puzzle pieces come together, Stiles realizes that the one they’re all shopping for might just be the hero of his own romance novel.

5 times Stiles meets members of the Hale Pack and the 1 time he meets the Alpha.

i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me) by bleep0bleep - (Rating: T, Words: 10,538)

Derek gets in an accident and loses a few years of his memory; suddenly everything is different— he's not a freshman loser anymore, but a popular senior, captain of the basketball team, a shoo-in for prom king, too, and he should have everything he's ever wanted— except he doesn't seem to be friends with Stiles anymore.

There is always a version of you and me. by DropsOfAddiction - (Rating: T, Words: 7,477)

Derek’s eyes narrow and Stiles knows he’s fucked up royally, because between one heartbeat and the next, Derek’s pinning him down with one hairy, strong arm.

He practically crawls his way up Stiles’ body, as Stiles scrambles back on the couch to get further away from him, still raising the bowl of candy above his head.

Derek, with a huff of victory finally gets level with Stiles’ face. He reaches up for the bowl again but where Derek’s strong, Stiles is gangly, and it’s still just out of Derek’s reach.

Stiles shoves Derek’s elbow out from under him and he collapses down on top of Stiles with a surprised oomph.

“Can’t get me Derek, I’m the whacky, inflatable arm waving-man,” Stiles laughs delightedly, right in Derek’s face.

Derek’s really close face. His incredibly handsome, stubbly face, a face that is inches away from his own face.

Fuck balls.

Lost And Found by all-or-nothing-baby (BundleOfSoy) - (Rating: T, Words: 887)

Now—at a clearing in the trees on what has been Hale land for generations going back centuries, with Stiles in his space and his nostrils and in his fucking head—Derek is terrified.

OR

Stiles risks his life again, and Derek realises he is kind of in love.

Sunshine and Sourwolf by RBnC (thedeadcheese) - (Rating: T, Words: 1,448)

Derek gets hit by a curse that separates his more gentle and happy parts from his darker self. Stiles is quite surprised to find that Derek is, in fact, able to smile, and maybe he's a little bias towards Sunshine. Sourwolf, meanwhile, tries to not feel jealous of himself, because that's just fucking ludicrous and he's not that pathetic. Prompt found on Tumblr via Bilesandthesourwolf.

Resistance by Hedwig221b - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,908)

How dare the wolf taste those lips, hold him, panting and soft, trembling and eager, so close to his chest? How dare he?

Jordan could not move, even if he wanted to. The slick sounds of their kiss, of tongues sliding softly against one another, bitten-off moans, and muffled mewls interspersed with crackling fire — it was hell for him. Stiles was everything Jordan dreamed he would be in a moment like this — he moved just right, arched so beautifully, bared his throat, and grabbed the hand that pressed to his stomach, keeping it there. His smell seeped across the tent, sweeter than ever before and deadly because of it.

Jordan’s eyes stung, his fists clenching the cold sheets. Yet, he could not even take a proper breath, for everything smelled of him.

For three years, Jordan told himself to resist. Three years of catching Stiles only for the omega to seep from his fingers. Years without ever holding his waist like Jordan wanted to.

A month was all it took for Stiles to give it to the wolf.

it only took a minute by EvanesDust - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,900)

It was crazy how it only took a minute for Derek’s entire life to change. …or the one where a chance meeting led to the best gift ever.

Spun In Gold by indentations (thebigoblin) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,915)

Derek curses, but he's impatient, always so impatient for Stiles' cock, in any way Stiles will let him have him (which is: any and all ways). Derek shouts, "Your cock! Put your cock in me. Please," and Stiles has never been more appreciative of his ability to find random spells in his magic books. The soundproofing one on their room is definitely a blessing — they can hear Eli if he shouts for them, but Eli can't hear them unless the door has a sliver of gap in it, not completely shut.

Our Little Secret by lilmissdaydreamer - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,527 )

The thing about Stiles and Derek’s relationship is that, while it’s still new and exciting, they’ve also been building up to this for a very long time. The two of them have been dancing around each other forever and honestly, the honeymoon phase is probably going to last at least triple the amount of time it took the two of them to pull their heads out of their asses. So they’ve taken to fucking just about any and everywhere as a way to “make up for lost time”. The only catch being: don’t get caught. 

Yet, Derek seems hellbent on getting them caught in the act.

Stiles Stilinski and the Weasel-Lookin' Werewolves by quackquackcey - (Rating: Explicit , Words: 27,449)

A strange dream two weeks before Laura Hale's death leaves its mark on Stiles as well as unanswered questions, and after Scott's foray into the world of the supernatural upon being bitten, Stiles ends up forming a mutually beneficial deal with who else but Derek Hale, the only other werewolf they know of.~ 🐺

But is it really just a deal?

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(Canon rewrite of Season 1) Will update 2 chapters Tues, Thur, & the weekend

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Sinners (2025)

This is a Movie Health Community evaluation. It is intended to inform people of potential health hazards in movies and does not reflect the quality of the film itself. The information presented here has not been reviewed by any medical professionals.

Sinners has one sequence with some harsh lightning, which is preceded by a shot of distant lightning a few minutes before it happens. The following sequence has some rapid gunfire with bright muzzle flashes, but this sequence takes place during the daytime, mildly mitigating the strobe's harshness. Both of these sequences happen very late in the film, at least an hour and 40 minutes in, and the rest of the film is free of any strobe effects.

All of the camera work is either stationary or very smooth.

Flashing Lights: 4/10. Motion Sickness: 1/10.

TRIGGER WARNING: There is a lot of graphic violence in this film, with a lot of blood and gore. A backstory about domestic abuse is told. Early in the film, a CG snake is killed graphically and painfully.

BRANDON'S REVIEW: A dark and lustful story about twin brothers returning home to the Depression-era South after working for years with Al Capone, this film showcases a lot that we already knew, from Michael B. Jordan's acting talent (in dual roles this time), Ryan Coogler's talented directing; but it also gives us some surprises, including how powerful the music can be when Ludwig Göransson is given more creative control than just writing the score. The real standout in this film is Miles Caton in his acting debut, where one cannot tell that this is his first film, as he brings a level of confidence onto the screen equal to both iterations of Michael B. Jordan with whom he interacts, not to mention the raw musical talent he demonstrates with equal qualification. The invasion by other film genres throughout the film may be a little off-putting for some, but overall, this film works, especially with its celebration of blues music. Grade: B+.

NOTE FROM BRANDON: As many of you have probably noticed, I haven't been very active for the last few weeks. I left my regular job in February for an opportunity at a start-up company, one that has since failed. I haven't had a lot of time to evaluate new films. This came right at the same time as a big life change for which I am not currently sharing details, but will share at a later date. I am starting a new job on Monday, and if it is more reliable than the start-up that previously employed me, I should be resuming regular video reviews and content by the end of April, just in time for the summer movie season. Thank you all for your patience, and an extra-special thanks to Momgana on our Discord server, who has also been doing some evaluations of her own.

Image ID: A promotional poster for Sinners