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For the Love of the Game - [Pazzi | Part 1/10]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: part 1 of my pazzi fake dating series!! i originally meant for it to be friends to lovers but i realized enemies is easier to write so i changed it up 😶 lmk what u think!

word count: 760

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“So the rumors are true.”

Azzi spun the basketball in her hands, finding comfort in the familiar texture of the Wilson Evo NXT. Here she was, at the Werth Championship Center, in front of banners unfurling the glory of all the NCAA champions that have walked here before her - a much different scene than the small high school gym of St. John’s. With all the different colleges she’d visited in the last year, she’d had a rough time adapting to how different everything was, but the one thing that always stayed the same was this ball in her hands. The reason she was doing all this, she reminded herself.

Azzi turned around. It was almost out of a movie, seeing the three girls that stood facing her. On the left, she recognized as Aaliyah Edwards. Her hair was intertwined in her signature yellow and purple braids, and there was a friendly smile on her face. On the right, Nika Muhl. The Croation phenom with long, straight brunette hair tied up in a ponytail, a neutral expression on her face. And in the middle-

Oh boy. In the middle, there was Paige. Good ol’ Paige Bueckers. Her light blonde hair hung loose, framing her face. Her eyebrows were turned down, her lips pressed into a straight line. Talk about unfriendly.

Azzi swallowed. “Hey,” she spoke uncertainly.

Aaliyah stepped forward, and before Azzi knew it, she was being wrapped up in a bear hug by the 6’3” power forward. “Welcome to UConn!” Aaliyah grinned. “I’m Aaliyah, but all my friends call me Lili.”

Azzi awkwardly patted Aaliyah on the back, her gaze falling to the other two after she stepped back.

“I’m Nika.” The brunette offered Azzi her hand instead of swooping in for a hug like Aaliyah did, but she suddenly smiled warmly, and Azzi felt at ease. “Nika Muhl.”

“Nice to meet all of you. I’m Azzi.”

“We know,” Paige responded curtly, a frosty look in her eyes. Nika nudged Paige, probably reminding her to be nice, and Paige heaved a sigh before sticking out a limp hand. “Bueckers. But you know that.”

Aaliyah rolled her eyes. “God, Paige, don’t be so cocky.”

“I’m not!” The blonde quickly defended. “Azzi and I go way back. She knows me.” She smiled at Azzi then, but it was sharp and wolfish, nothing alike Nika’s welcoming beam from earlier. Azzi preferred Paige’s resting bitch face.

Azzi twirled the basketball she was holding on her finger. “Yep,” she responded dryly. “Paige and I played together for a couple of years. USA basketball.”

Nika’s eyes lit up. “That’s so cool! So you already have a friend here. Nice.” She looked between the two of them with a big smile on her face.

“Not really,” Paige scoffed. This time it was Aaliyah who elbowed her, and Paige winced. “Give us a second, will ya?” Aaliyah smiled brightly at Azzi before she aggressively grabbed Paige’s elbow and pulled her a few steps back.

“What are you doing?” Azzi heard Nika hissed. They were being very conspicuous, especially because they were the only ones in the gym and the three sophomores had retreated literally only two steps back. Azzi could hear every single word they were saying without even having to strain her ears. But apparently they thought they were being sneaky, so Azzi could only awkwardly stand there and listen to them. She now regretted asking to stay in the facility when Geno had finished showing her around. All she’s wanted to do was shoot some hoops in her new home, familiarize herself with the gym before practices officially started, and now she was stuck here dealing with the bitchiness of Paige Bueckers, a girl who was constantly grating on her nerves.

“She’s not visiting,” Aaliyah added on. “She literally committed, so I don’t know why you’re trying to scare her away. She’s on the team now.”

“What do you even have against her?” Nikka questioned.

There was silence for a second, before Paige groaned. “Nothing. Just some tension from a few years ago, I guess.”

Tension that you caused, Azzi thought to herself. When she’d first met the blonde, she’d been fine with her, not particularly liking or disliking her. But after Paige had started being hostile around her, Azzi started to reciprocate the same negative feelings, resulting in the tensions that Paige was speaking of.

The girls returned. Paige’s face was now contorted into an unnatural, almost creepy smile. Azzi was sure Aaliyah had forced Paige to smile and this was the best the blonde could come up with.

“Welcome to UConn!” Paige said, her words dripping with faux excitement and peppiness. She glanced at Nika, who prodded her on with an encouraging smile, as if Paige was a kid that was being forced to apologize to their classmate whose blocks she’d knocked over. Paige motioned for the ball, and Azzi reluctantly tossed it over to her. She examined it, then spun it on her finger, copying what Azzi did earlier. “UConn.” She gestured at the banners, at the gleaming trophies lining the walls. “The basketball capital of the world.”

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #uconn #uconnwbb #wbb #wlw #fake dating #enemies to lovers #wcbb #angst

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 7 months

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Oh what about a cheating smut fic where tony is married to pepper and he starts to have a sexual affair towards his daughter morgan's hot babysitter, reader

Babygirl

Friday, 4pm

I check the time on my dainty Cartier watch, walkin in circles around my squad as I zero in on every move, every flip, and every damn high kick. They're phenomal as ever, still I need to make sure we're on point for the next game. Squatting low, I assess how one of my girls back up and shows that flexibility by bending backwards with palms outstretched to the ground. She ends the number with a smooth sensual backflip into the splits, ofcourse poppin each ass cheek individually. I cheer and ofcourse give my girl, along with the crew, a standin ovation.

"Excellent muthafukin job per usual, owwwww!" I mimick my bitch Cardi and I clap for my amazing team.

My cell rings from the bleachers a few feet away. Im tired, plus that might be Mr. Stark and I know better than to ignore; it's definitely time to call it a day.

"Listen up my beautiful people, we done for the day. But, side note, please don't forget to team up with your cheer buddy as many times as needed before the game to make sure each of you got the routine down pact. If you have any questions, hit my line. Aight y'all."

A few hugs goodbye and smacks to my rear, I'm able to grab my phone and check my missed calls. Fuck.. The butterflies in my tummy are instantaneous as I read 'Tony Stark' across my screen. No matter how many times he calls it never fails to make me wanna squeal and do a few back flips of my own.

I hit the send button and redial him as I chew on my bottom lip nervously. It only does half a ring before his sexy voice speaks through the phone.

"Hey, there's my other favorite girl. Where are you? You busy?"

It's just like Tony to be all in my business, even though he was my employer, not father. There wasn't a thing he didn't know about me after being Morgan's babysitter for over 3 years now.

"Why no, Daddy, I'm not busy." I tease him with a giggle. "I'm at uni right now. Just finished practice. Why, wassup?"

The silence lastin just a second too long before he clears his throat and answers.

"You uh.. Just finished cheer practice?" He repeats slowly.

"Yeah, literally just a second ago. Gonna change and head home. Why, you need me?" I ask concerned.

"I do honey, need you to come watch Morgan for the weekend. Peppers outta town for business and I'll be here but not here. You available for me pretty girl?"

The way he speaks to makes my heart wanna dive out my damn chest, especially when his wife's not around. His already pampering nature amplifies he and doesn't seem to able to resist calling me those sweet lil nicknames that make me weak in the knees.

"Yes Mr. Stark. Always, anything for you." I breathe back, thighs clenching at the way the tone of his voice is starting to get me aroused.

"Perfect. And call me Tony, you know better honey." He gently scolds. "Anyway, I'm sending a car to come get you immediately."

I hear him snap his fingers over the phone and assume that's his way of sending me a ride.

"But I'll need to go home and grab a some things to stay for a few days." I remind him.

"No. I want you here as soon as possible. I already have someone on their way to you." His response leaves no room for argument, so I don't even bother.

"Ok then, catch you inna minute. And tell Morgan I can wait to see her."

"You got it babygirl. See you soon."

I hang up, grabbing my Nike backpack and head to the pick up area in front of the school. Fuck, another weekend with Tony Stark. Let's see how long it takes before I drench my panties when I get in his presence this time.

45 mins later

I arrive to Tony's mansion relieved to finally get to see my 2 favorite people in the world. They're waiting for me at the front door with big smiles, Tony holding Morgan on his back. She lightly kicks outwards to get free from her father. He happily sets her down and she runs up to me excitedly wearing the cutest ladybug bathing suit. Wrapping her tiny arms around my waist, she hugs me affectionately. I bend and hug her back just as tight and tell her how happy I am to see her.

"Daddy says your staying all weekend, is that true?" She inquires, nose scrunched making her the spitting image of her father.

"Yes, I am. Us girls are gonna have a blast. I was thinking tomorrow I could paint your nails and then maybe you could paint mine? I'd love your help picking out a cute color, what do ya think?"

"Let's just go get a manicure." She rebuttals smartly, taking my hand and dragging me to the front door. I barely have a second to grab my backpack!

"Or there's that." I laugh and wave goodbye to Tony's driver as Morgan pulls me past her father to the pool.

"Guess Daddy will catch you guys later." Tony chuckles, watching us amused.

"Guess so Daddy." I don't get a chance to catch the way his nostrils flare a bit or how he licks his lips at my statement as he watches his daughter steer me away.

Her and I have a blast in the pool for a couple hours, Morgan even more so as I sit on the edge with just my feet in. She shows me how well she's gotten a swimming since the last time we saw each other. It's beyond obvious her practice is paying off; my best lil buds gonna be ready for competitions in no time.

After, Tony brings us hot cheesy pizza for dinner as she grabs his laptop and shows me how to do the newest tik tok dance challenges that she and her friends like the most. We lay by the pool eat and laugh together as all the goofy and cool new trends come up. It just surprises me that a young girl can navigate the platform so efficiently. The smartie pants even makes me an account so I can keep up with what she's up to.

"Alright, little girl. Its 7:30, time to go to sleep. We'll do a bath in the morning. Go brush your teeth and get into your pjs. Daddy and I'll be by to say goodnight when your done."

The good girl that Morgan is, she kisses my cheek and skips off into the house. I quickly clean up our mess and head off to search for Tony.

When I find him it's 7:45 and he's laid out on the couch in one of his dens, arm thrown tiredly over his face. I think he's asleep from his even breaths, the calm rise and fall of his athletic bare chest. Fuck he makes my mouth water the way he lays with his legs spread wide, wearing only a pair of soft cotton light grey sweats low on his hips. His toned tummy and the thin line of his happy trail entice me to come closer for a better look and I'm right behind him in an instant. Goddam the bulge of his cock looks girthy as fuck.

I reach out and lightly massage at his shoulders, bending for just a moment to whisper at his ear.

"Its time for Daddy to go say goodnight."

Tony removes his arm and gazes up at me tiredly. The short low groan helps activate the already swirling storm in my gut. There's no way my panties aren't wet.

"Ok, honey. Let's go." Sitting up a few inches before pausing as Jarvis begins to speak.

"Actually Mr. Stark, Morgan has been asleep for 3 minutes 26 seconds. I predict she will not be awake for another 10 and a half hours sir."

"Thanks." Daddy relaxes into my touch again before speaking again.

"Hey Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"Take a walk."

"Yes sir."

There's a quiet beep signaling the AI's exit as I continue to massage Tony's strong shoulders.

"Come here, beautiful. Come sit on Daddy's lap, let's talk." He requests gently.

I know we've been crossing some kinda boundary the way we speak to one another, but if I do as he asks this'll be a clear violation in his marriage. I don't wanna cause harm to Tony in any way, in fact I ache to make him happy however I can. That desire in itself is probably what has me toeing of my shoes and plopping my round ass cheeks right on his dick before I have another thought.

He's half hard and I'm baffled how I didn't notice because he's already so thick. The first press of my pussy against it has me biting my lip and pushin again and again to mimic the pressure on my clit. My breath puffs out as I hold back a moan at the feeling. Christ, I'm throbbing in need and I've sittin in his lap for a total of 5 seconds.

"Did my 2 favorite girls have fun?" Tony asks seemingly unaffected..

Except when i squint it seems his breath accelerates just a bit through his slightly open mouth, warm strong chest rising and falling just a fraction faster. His palms slide underneath my skirt to the top of my thighs, tenderly rubbing in a circular motion as I lightly hump at his cock.

"So much fun, Daddy. I'm kinda tired though, long day. Obviously not long as yours. You look exhausted. You ok?"

He only tilts his head and offers a small shrug.

"I kinda feel better now that I get to see my little cheer captain in her sexy uniform." Tony leers up at me with a smirk before winkin, making me bust out in laughter.

"So how's classes sweetheart? You doin okay?"

"I am, first semester was a bit difficult but I got the ropes now. I'm a fuckin superstar." I brag with a smile.

"That's great honey, glad to hear it." He replies warmly, rotating his hips in circles against me.

"Still don't ever forget that I gotta blank check with your name on it. Matter fact, you're not leavin here this weekend without it. Got it?" He asks sternly, lookin directly into my soul.

"Yes Daddy." I answer without a second thought.

"Good girl." He praises, moaning low in his throat at my swift movements.

"Well.." I lean forward till our lips are almost touching and look deep into his pretty eyes. "What can I do to make Daddy feel better?"

Tony breaks first. He roughly presses his lips to mine, sucking and kissing as he holds me in place with one hand on the back of head. The other hand grips my thigh firmly as he dominates our kiss passionately. His fine ass licks into my mouth while groaning, sucking on the tip of my tongue as I moan loud and frantically crush our pelvis' together. He gives me one nip to my lips before speaking against them.

"Make Daddy cum, sweetheart."

"How?" I ask nervously, pulling back to look into his hazy eyes.

"Any way you want gorgeous."

My hips come to a halt as I think for a moment before sliding off his lap to my knees and greedily soakin in the growl he emits when he notices the wet spot I left on his crotch.

Pulling my medium sized perky tits through the designed slit at the bottom of my cheer top, showing him stiff pierced nipples. A small slim chain hangs between my breasts, connecting the 2 piercings. I shake my titties at him, smiling at his hypnotized glazed stare at my supple chest.

"Fuck my tits." I demand, slightly dipping my head forward to let a generous glob of spit splat between them.

There's no need to ask twice as Tony hastily snatches his dick from his sweats and slides it between my round brown orbs. He relaxes back into the deep navy blue sectional while I press my breasts together to surround his thick shaft and begin with slow strokes. Biting those delicious lips, his head dips further into the couch as he watches me through slits. Daddy looks so fucking good as he fights the pleasure enveloping his dick.

"Hoooooh, fu- AH! Jesus y/n, feels so good. Thank you, pretty girl. Ohfuck! Just what I needed. Mmmm.. Yeah, yeah just like thaaat.."

His arms hang limp at his sides as he lets me unravel him. Poor baby, his eyes don't know where to look, darting from my dark nipples to his big fat dick stabbing up through the swell of my breasts. I take a mental picture of the way he loses his mind in my body, hips coming up erratically to meet my downward thrusts.

"You like slipping your fat cock between my titties, Daddy?" I ask innocently, squeezing his dick a bit more firmly.

"Ah, ah, yes babygirl! N-never felt this gooood!" He sputters back to me.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself. Though the other option was to lay on my back, spread open my legs and wet little pussy to you. Let you be the judge of which hole of mine you wanted.. first.."

I speed up my slippery tits, fucking his twitching cock from base to tip at a quick steady pace. The spit turned out to be the perfect lubricate as he easily plunges his dick between my tits.

"Oh fuck little girl, so goddamn perfect for me- haaaashit! Ahhaaaa, fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod y/n want that so bad. N-need to fuck every inch of you honey.."

His hands ball into fists as he widens his stance, giving me ample room to work. Those gorgeous eyes roll back into his head as he gasps at the sensation building in his groin.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please! Letmefuckyouhoney! P-please, need to cum y/n. Aaaaaaahfuuuuuck! Haven't cum in months. Pleasepleaseplease, will do anything sweetheart!"

Now completely understanding Tony's absolute desperation, my cunt flutters as his pleas to feel my pussy double and rise in volume. I slam my tits onto his dick repeatedly, loud wet smacking intermixed with his sobs.

"How long Daddy? Exactly how long since you sprayed your thick milky cream outta this big fat ass cock?" I ask, leaning to give kitten licks to the wide flushed tip.

I moan animatedly at the taste of the salty precum dripping from his leaky dick. It's so fucking addicting that I hungrily slurp on the head of his dick. His abs ripple as his body trembles through the onslaught.

"Almost a-Haaa! FUCK! Almostayeeeear! Ohshitohshit, gonna c-cum babygirl!"

Fuck that's way too damn long, so I resolve to not make him wait a second longer to fill up a wet and willing pussy.

"Yeeees ah, ah, ahhhh- wait! What the fuck?Come back here little girl!"

I giggle as I duck away from his hands swiping to pull my back towards his equally enraged dick. I scoot back on the plush white carpet, pulling off my squort and parting my shapely cocoa thighs. He's so immediately entranced at me spreading my pussy lips with one hand as I crook my finger and invite him over with the other.

"Oh fuck me, thank you sweetheart. Love you so much babygirl, you don't even know. Your my perfect girl, wish you were my wife instead honey."

I don't know if Tony knows he's speaking as he clumsily takes his place between my legs but the admission warms my heart.. And my pussy. I kiss his neck and hold him tight as he thanks me profusely for letting him inside.

He aims his dick at my pulsing little hole, tapping my clit twice before slipping about an inch of his dick inside. I keen at the stretch, whining and pulling at him for more but apparently that's all Daddy needs. Slamming his eyes shut, he hunches over me going completely feral and unloads months and months worth of frustration into me.

"Yea-eeeees, little girl! Lemme breed my favorite girl. Haaaaa fuck! Feels like heaven, cantstophoney! Ah, ah, ah, so gooood y/n. Love you much! So so so much!"

I relish how fucking whiny he becomes as he releases heavy splats of cum against my walls. The pressure of his load makes me moan like a whore underneath him as he holds me to his carpet by my shoulders and gives us both what we need.

"That's it Daddy, fill me up. Make me take your cum. I want all of it, yeeeees! Don't waste a drop, gimme my cream pleeeeease. My wet little kitty wants to drink up a thick dose of your milk Daddy, gimme!"

The force of Tony's nut stuns him but his fluttering lid reopens as he gazes at my face. Even through his flismy focus he stares at the sloppy saliva spattered on my tits and tummy down to where his dick splits me open wide.

It's my turn to become distressed as I hump at the rock hard cock dripping the last few drops of his load into my greedy cunt. Neither of us hear the front door open in our opposite state of minds; or the footsteps clicking towards our location.

"What the fuck?!" Peppers deranged voice echoes throughout the dim den making us jumps, the cock piercin me unintentionally stabbing a few inches deeper.

I wail in fucking pure delight, nails scratching down Tony's back as he immediately seethes at her entrance. It's clear he's not happy she interrupted our private moment. Still, his dick remains stiff as fuck inside me.

Lookin up at his wife with disdain, brows still pinched from the feeling of my pussy clutching at him hungrily, he demands that she leave.

Maybe it's time for Daddy to get a divorce..

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x black!reader #black reader #daddy k!nk #smut #black fanfiction #all readers #affair #dirty talk #daddy’s babygirl #daddy's good girl #breeding k1nk

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fuckyesfeysand · 30 days

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Creator Highlight #6 - @thesistersarcheron

Welcome back to Feysand Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!

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Bejeweled:

Every court has their own Great Rite with unique, ancient traditions. The Night Court’s priestesses have played coy with Rhysand since he inherited the throne last year about what imbuing the land with his power really means; all they tell him is that he is meant to spend the night in the Night Court’s mines dripping in ceremonial jewels while everyone else gets to attend the orgy without him.

He doesn’t expect to find Feyre, a faerie made of crystal who leads him on a chase deeper and deeper into the mines as the Rite’s magic overcomes him.

Poltergeist, Darling:

Feyre swallowed her horror and raised her tattooed hand. “The bargain was only for the rest of my life.”

Rhysand's grip on her tightened as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Tamlin and I didn’t shuffle your corpse around for a week every month, if that’s what you’re thinking. I had to do some good old-fashioned graverobbing to get you, Feyre.”

Her spine stiffened. Prick!

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What would have happened if Feyre wasn’t resurrected Under the Mountain?

The Alchemy:

“Are you the High Lord?”

Rhys bit back a laugh and raised a brow. “If you have to ask, you don’t get to know.”

“My sister says the High Lord is an arrogant, preening prick who surrounds himself with bastards and sycophants.” Insult after insult rolled off the little girl’s tongue, stilted and rote in a way that spoke to memorization instead of understanding, and Rhys grinned.

Cauldron fucking fry him, she was charming.

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commodorez · 4 months

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Let's take a moment to remember my imperfect, but ever useful portable XP powerhouse, the Toshiba Satellite P25-S507. Probably my favorite laptop of all time. It's old, but hardly vintage yet. I was given one as a hand-me-down after it grenaded its own RAM a year after it was purchased.

I used it as my music jukebox, played a ton of Command & Conquer games on it, did my high school and college school work, talked with my friends on AIM, Skype Teamspeak and IRC, edited videos, programmed on it, did image editing in photoshop.

Pentium 4 @ 2.8GHz, 512MB DDR SRAM stock (mine was upgraded to 1GB and later 2GB), ~60GB hard drive, 17" WXGA TFT LCD, Windows XP (Home, but we upgraded it to Pro), ethernet jack AND wifi, DVD burner, SD card slot, all coming in at just shy of 10lbs of computer.

I either had it sitting on my desk next to my desktop computer (P4 or Phenom II x4), or used it sitting on my bed with a wooden board under it to give it sufficient ventilation so it wouldn't overheat or burn my legs. I disassembled that laptop several times over its lifetime, and replaced:

keyboards twice

the screen once (for the backlight)

4 hard drives

RAM once to upgrade from 1GB to 2GB

sound card subsystem once

battery twice

DVD drive once

Eventually after it destroyed TWO IDE SSDs (yes, those are a thing you can buy) after a shorter than normal lifespan, I realized it was a losing battle and gave up the fight. I realized that it no longer served as a laptop, it couldn't keep pace with newer versions of Skype (before Discord was a thing), and sure as hell wasn't going to run Discord. It got slower and slower at running simple websites like my email, or youtube -- things that it used to handle just fine.

The form factor was limiting, and it was outmatched for the times, so I finally gave up and decided to retire it in favor of building a dedicated power-house XP desktop to do the jobs that it excelled at.

I bought a spare for parts to supplement it, so maybe one day I'll install a fresh hard drive (either spinning rust, or an IDE to m.2 adapter), and bring it back to a working state.

#toshiba #toshiba satellite #p25-s507

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dixie12 · 7 months

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what if jonny were a sub who refused to talk about his dynamic, was never seen out with a partner, never showed up with rope burns, and seemed vaguely unsatisfied pretty much all the time. not a surprise, right? it's jonny, of course he's not like other subs.

except he wants to be. he presented late, when he was 16 and already established as a phenom at shattuck. for him, it was like something was slotting into place; the unsettled feeling under his skin that he could never explain, the way he maybe enjoyed the post-game scrums and team bonding nights a little too much, tucked up against his teammates, letting them ruffle his hair and tell him how well he played. he loved when they all wrestled in the locker room, loved the feeling of being pinned down by someone stronger than him, even though he didn't understand it at the time. so when he presents, he's actually excited that he'll be able to get more of that, ask for more of it.

only that's not what happens at all. everyone thinks it must be a mistake of some sort, and he starts to bristle when people tell he can't really be a sub. he doesn't know how to prove it; he can't invite them into his head and show them just how much it gets him off to be pushed around, so he learns not to talk about it at all.

no one is doing much hooking up in high school, and even at UND, his focus is on his hockey, working harder than ever now that he has the sub label to contend with, feeling like he has to prove his worth even more than he did before. it pays off, and he's drafted in a great spot to a rebuilding team that tells him they respect that he's a sub, and they'd never try to change him. jonny is naive enough to believe them, but it doesn't last long. they pair him up with patrick, the other superstar rookie who might not look like a dom, but acts enough like one to make up for his angel curls and big blue eyes.

PR is very careful to never make it look like jonny's submitting to pat, making him look strong and imposing in all of their media, and not letting the media ask about his dynamic. they showcase his skills on the ice, his leadership, and the result is a lot of respect and a city full of doms who won't look at him twice, sure he's the kind of sub who hates to submit, who's more effort to take home than he's worth.

he doesn't know how to dispel the myth, short of getting down on his knees in public and begging, and even then, he thinks it wouldn't be taken seriously. he goes on a few dates with adynamics, and they're pleasant enough, but not what he wants, and he stops trying pretty quickly.

the dates with doms are worse. all he wants is someone to put a hand on his neck, a cuff on his wrists, and a cock in his mouth, and all the doms seem to want to do is talk about hockey and gently suggest that maybe jonny would like to kneel for them, but if he doesn't want to, that's totally ok, too! he tries, but they leave him feeling unsatisfied, like he's thirsty and there's a glass of water just out of his grasp, so close he can almost taste it but tantalizingly out of reach.

the worse it gets, the less he likes to talk about it, and the more his legend as an untoppable sub grows, a catch-22 that he can't solve. he thinks about using one of the services out there to get what he wants, but he needs the connection, wants to be good for someone that he'll see again, to see the pride shining in their eyes when they look at him, knowing he's earned it. he wants to kneel after a hard game and have someone understand, to take that burden from him and give him back peace and praise, and he'd never get that from a contracted dom.

he's out with pat after a game one night, and they'd both played well, jonny assisting on pat's game winner. they're tipsy, and pat's eyeing a hot sub up at the bar who keeps sending looks his way. pat picks up girls more often, but this guy is built and undeniably hot, and pat looks like he's thinking about.

"he'd look good on his knees, peeks," sharpy says, elbowing pat in the side while gesturing up to the bar. the rest of the guys chime in, asking pat if he wants to tie the guy up, maybe strap him, and they're getting rowdy with it.

"you ok?" pat asks quietly, noticing jonny's not joining in the way he sometimes will.

"sure," jonny says, not looking at him.

"i know you're not into that sort of thing," pat says, and jonny must be drunker than he realizes, because he downs the rest of his beer, slamming the empty glass onto the table and pushing back.

"not like you'd know," he spits, and turns to walk out.

pat catches him outside, waiting for a cab. "what did you mean?" he asks, and jonny can't help it. it's been eating him up inside, and it spills out without warning.

"everyone just assumes what i'll be like in bed, you know," he says, voice sounding raw to his own ears. "why wouldn't i want what every other sub wants? why can't i have that, too?" he asks, biting at his lip when he can feel his eyes burning.

pat looks at him, shocked. "you... want that?" he says, voice cracking, and jonny doesn't trust himself to talk, just nods tightly, praying for a cab to come and rescue him.

pat stares for another second, and then gives him a slow smile. he reaches out, getting a firm grasp on jonny's neck and tugging him in close, making jonny stumble. he holds him close to his side and whispers in his ear, " then let's get you home, baby."

#1988 #blackhawks ficlet #sub jonny is the best jonny #he just wants to be put on his knees #please suspend your disbelief that every dom in the city does not want to put him there #but patrick obviously does #and jonny's going to love it #o captain my captain

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Timothy Leroy Lincecum (/ˈlɪnsəkʌm/LIN-sə-kum; born June 15, 1984), nicknamed "The Freak", "The Franchise", "The Freaky Franchise" and "Big Time Timmy Jim", is an American former professional baseball pitcher.

They haven't outright said it, but I know it deep down. Baseball keeps its records, but it also goes forward, moves on. They want Kyle Harrison to be the next Tim Lincecum, but he'll never be. Correction: I don't want him to be. I don't want anyone else to wear the number 55, literally and metaphorically.

Yet in many ways, he'd be a better tim than Tim ever was. Local boy out of high school, younger and stronger and whiter.

Local white boy with straight white teeth and short hair who won't get misdemeanors. Who won't slide down the railings or walk on his hands. Local boy from the high school run by the De La Salle Christian Brothers of the District of San Francisco. A good local boy who will always ice his arm and do what he's told. Who sticks to his meal plans and curated workouts. No foul language on camera. No benders or binges. No dip or chew. A phenom without the freak mechanics, the unorthodox delivery. Without the constant questioning: is he too fragile? too feminine? queer? too good to be true? why is his velocity going down? why isn't he throwing to buster posey? what's wrong? is something wrong? where did the speed go? is it time to worry now? did he lose it? will he ever be good again? will he ever regain his command? was he always meant to fade out? to break? just a spark in the pan? ...... was he a fluke?

Kyle is the future of the Giants. Kyle is the first Giants starter since, Kyle is the youngest Giants pitcher since. kyle is, kyle is, kyle is.

Everyone is excited on social media. Everyone is cheering in the stands. Another strikeout. Nine strikeouts thru four innings. "it's kyle harrison day," I see on my feed. Every five days it was Lincecum day. "Happy Timmy Day." Fans greeted each other going into the ballpark. Teachers told me in class as I wore my jersey. It was what we looked forward to. Sometimes it was all we had. "Happy Timmy Day." Lincecum Day was a sea of 55 inside the ballpark. Any day was a sea of 55. When the stars aligned, he'd be the one I'd get to see during the handful of games I'd attend for the year. The Franchise. The king Freak amongst all the other misfits. It was The House That Bonds Built, but the hearts that Tim won. The community that Tim rejuvenated with his infectious boyish joy and his demanding dominating presence coexisting in that wiry frame. In the stands, I wouldn't breathe. I'd try not to blink. I wouldn't eat while he pitched. It didn't matter the count - I'd cheer and encourage him like I was the only one who could see him, like he could hear me too.

At home, I had my own posters filled with K's. I'd pen in the dates of each strikeout. I'd sit on the floor and hold my breath there too. Echo Kruk's advice as if my voice could still reach him. Could ever reach him.

After two Cy Youngs, I inherited this blog and would write a recap every start. The highs and lows. Then more lows than highs. Then many, many lows. At the end, mostly lows. I couldn't follow him as easily on the Angels. I didn't want to follow him there. Angel red hurt just as much as Dodger blue. And seeing him continue to flounder hurt too much. Because I lived and died over every pitch. Every good start. Every bad start. Every swing and a miss, and every missed pitch. Every blister and bone spur. Every missed start and pulled botched outing. Through more questioning, always questioning: how much fault was the degenerative condition and how much was the mechanics? Who's to blame? His father, who taught him? Rags, who famously left him alone? Himself, for being too stubborn to change? To accept the inevitable? Who's to say? In videos compiled years afterward, "fans" arguing was it worth it, knowing he would fade away? How many "good years" were there? 2007-2011? 2008-2010? Is that it? Is that all you really count? How do you value a player? Even deep in his mechanical funk, he threw two no-hitters. Even falling off, combusting and collapsing, he's still a three-time World Series Champion. Is that really still not "good" enough? More arguments in the comments: do they really count if they're against the same team? against the padres? and should he really have made that 2014 team? He was the only player who wasn't used in the division and championship games. Did he throw too much? Was he pushed too hard? Will we ever know? Why are they so entitled to know?

They want him to be the next 55, but does Kyle need to be? I don't want him to be. On one hand, all the Kyles I've known in my life have disappointed me. Not immediately, but it was always a matter of time. I don't want him to be because Tim will always be. Tim will always be my favorite player, my eternal childhood crush, my sense of awe and wonder. The split-finger change is something I'll never forget. It took my breath away each and every time. It was a small miracle I got to relive for as long as he pitched on the mound. I wish I could have said goodbye, like we did for Zito, for Romo. Like we did for so many other Forever Giants. It didn't have to be for a game. Maybe just an inning. Maybe just a few words before a game. But none of us got official closure. He was there, and then he was gone.

On the mound, another strikeout. Ten strikeouts - "Have a night, kid." It only took him two starts to get to double digits. Another strikeout. Eleven strikeouts total. I'm irrationally bitter about it, irrationally touchy and tender. They want Kyle to be the next Tim - but look where that got Tim. Private Tim put on the pedestal, then hung out to dry. On the other hand, do we expect too much? Do we celebrate and elevate too early? "Tim Lincecum's Greatness Didn't Last." Where's Tim now? And how is he? Headlines of "What Happened to Tim Lincecum?" "What's wrong with Tim Lincecum?" "Where Has Tim Lincecum Been Hiding?" Various journalism bounties for who could get the scope first from the elusive Seattle recluse. But how is he, really? “You got your baseball life, and you kind of detach that and be a regular person," he said in 2018. "That’s the way I always approached it.’’ He never Really retired, not really. Despite the accolades, some of which only three pitchers have achieved across all of the sport, he won't make it into the hall of fame. Won't come back to the ballpark anyway, save once for Boch. Does that still make him a Forever Giant? Does that make him a "bad" Giant? Is he really that much worse than Koufax and Verlander?

from 2018:

“I was battling with that process, constantly wrestling with it,’’ he says, “Do I need to stay in the game? Have I done everything I felt I needed to do? ... The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I care about (baseball) so much. It’s part of my identity. ... Granted, I’ve gone through all of the questions asking myself whether this is worth it. I’ve accomplished a lot, and the accolades are great. It helps you remember parts of the game, how you got there, and who was involved. But it’s hard when you feel like you’re on your way out. You start to have battles with thoughts you never did before. I tried to detach myself to gain perspective. I had a lot of options what to do with the rest of my life, but baseball is all that I’ve known. I want to do whatever I can to keep my career going, no matter how much time I have left in the game. Really, I just want to go out on my own terms.’’

Top of the seventh inning. Kyle Harrison leaves to a thunderous standing ovation. In living rooms behind their screens, more standing ovations. I clap, but I feel empty. "He was spectacular." "He was the story tonight." "A historic performance." I stop. I can't.

6.1 IP 3H 0R 0ER 2BB 11K

It feels like Tim has finally retired. It feels like #55 has finally died. Everyone is giving Kyle a standing ovation, and I am seated and sobbing. Maybe some will argue that Kyle is worthy enough of wearing 55. If that happens, I don't know if I could ever watch his starts in the rotation again. (Un)Happy Harrison day to me. Maybe I'm just the bad Giants fan. I can't help it. It feels like the rug has been swept out from my feet.

The "Former" sticks out in "is an American former professional baseball pitcher." Tim Lincecum is? No, Tim Lincecum was.

#feeling Feelings this game #maybe i'll delete or maybe i won't #i've been personal on here many times #especially when tim was let go #tim lincecum #kyle harrison #sf giants #san francisco giants

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#slam!#fof #art #basketball #phenom #cooper flagg #high school

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bowlsbowlsalltypeabowls · 1 year

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I'm a scholarship reader for a couple of different scholarships, and it really makes me wish there was a scholarship fund for Pretty Good students attending Pretty Good schools.

I read for an arts scholarship, an academic/leadership scholarship, and an identity based scholarship that all have limited funds that most years end up going to extremely high achieving students attending Ivy or Ivy+ schools that meet full financial need. I'm sure there are some issues of belonging there for middle class students but a couple grand isn't going to help with that.

There are many, many more applicants with 3.4ish GPAs a couple of decent activities going to regional universities where a couple grand really could make a huge difference. But the kid who works at Caribou coffee and does one sport and did good-not-great on the ACT is never going to out score the phenom who founded their own arts non-profit while doing 12 other sports/activities and getting absolutely perfect grades.

I should write a whole separate post about the essays, woof. Tiny group at the top who write genuinely moving essays, huge group in the middle who write clichéd stuff that probably is true for them on some level, smallish group who write almost nothing. Essays have gotten much worse since COVID.

College should be free!

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BY MIKAEL WOOD

Taylor Swift’s pin-sharp new album, “Midnights,” closes with a song in which the pop superstar patiently explains to someone — perhaps many millions of someones — that their intimate relationship wasn’t a product of kismet but of design.

“I laid the groundwork,” she sings over a blippy electronic groove, her voice edging slightly ahead of the beat, “and then just like clockwork the dominoes cascaded in a line.” The tune is called “Mastermind,” which is what Swift calls herself in the chorus, neatly rhyming the word with “now you’re mine.” And plenty of its characteristic detail can make you think she’s describing a romance. But “Mastermind” is also about Swift’s one-of-a-kind career — about the deliberation and the ingenuity of the moves that took the 32-year-old from being a teenage country phenom to being one of the two or three biggest acts in all of music.

“No one wanted to play with me as a little kid,” she sings near the end of “Mastermind,” which might be the saddest and funniest line on an LP teeming with both kinds, “so I’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless.” (Take a second to savor the intricate rhythm of those words before you’ve even heard them set to music.)

Pondering the delights and the anxieties of her own celebrity has been a hallmark of Swift’s work for years — or at least it was until 2020, when she set aside much of the autobiographical life-of-a-pop-star stuff for the ostensibly fictional character-driven narratives of her twin pandemic albums, “Folklore” and “Evermore.” Full of songs about small-town grifters and awkward high-school kids and unhappily married people — even a murderer — those projects also radically recast her sound, veering away from the synthed-up productions that sent her up the Hot 100 toward a rootsy, mostly acoustic vibe she formulated with Aaron Dessner of the indie-rock band the National.

Swift suggested that the isolation of the pandemic had set her imagination free; certainly, the music’s smaller scale reflected the demands of remote collaboration. Yet “Midnights,” her 10th studio full-length, returns to an earlier Swift mode in both sonic and lyrical terms: This 13-track set, which she produced with her longtime creative partner Jack Antonoff, feels like it picks up right where 2014’s “1989” and 2017’s “Reputation” left off, with slick, beat-heavy arrangements that seem dimly aware of hip-hop’s existence and with lyrics peppered with juicy allusions to Swift’s various high-profile feuds and love affairs. (“Lover,” from 2019, plays even more now than it did then like a transitional effort between phases of Swift’s career.)

It’s easy in a sense to understand why she took this approach, given that she spent 2021 rerecording her albums “Fearless” and “Red” as part of a plan to create new versions of the LPs she lost partial control of when her old record label changed hands. As meticulous a diarist as pop has ever known, Swift has clearly been thinking — thinking more than usual — about her journey and about her younger selves; “Nothing New,” one of many freshly recorded outtakes she included on “Red (Taylor’s Version),” captures a woman in her 30s confronting her 20-something suspicions about how her chosen industry would treat her as she aged out of ingénue-hood.

“Midnights” opens with the steamy, R&B-adjacent “Lavender Haze,” in which Swift laments the scrutiny she’s under as a famous person dating another famous person (in her case, the English actor Joe Alwyn); the song — co-written by and featuring background vocals from the actress Zoë Kravitz — seeks a safe space removed from a realm where her loose talk threatens to “go viral,” as she puts it. In “Anti-Hero,” over Antonoff’s buzzing synths and booming ’80s-rock drums, she weighs the public’s harshest opinions of her, copping to a “covert narcissism” and admitting that sometimes she feels like “a monster on the hill … slowly lurching toward your favorite city.”

The vicious and shimmering “Karma” seemingly takes aim at the powerful music executive Scooter Braun, who engineered the label purchase that spawned Swift’s rerecording enterprise: “Spiderboy, king of thieves / Weave your little webs of opacity,” she sings — heed the conspicuous “S” and “B” in “Spiderboy” — before describing what she views as her cosmic advantage with a series of vivid metaphors: “Karma is my boyfriend / Karma is a god / Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend.” The breeze in her hair on the weekend! Good night, Spiderboy.

Swift’s storytelling impulse isn’t dead on “Midnights,” which she’s said grew out of her bent toward wee-hours contemplation. “Midnight Rain,” a slow and woozy number with pitch-shifted vocals, narrates a tale of a guy and a girl with differing life goals, neither of whom appear to be Swift or Alwyn; ditto “Maroon,” in which the guy and girl get drunk off her roommate’s “cheap-ass screw-top rosé.” Then there’s the pulpy, Billie Eilish-ish “Vigilante S—,” about a woman who helps a betrayed wife get revenge on her dirtbag husband.

Yet the songwriting and the vocal performances here are so strong — she’s playing with cadence and emphasizing the grain of her voice like never before — that eventually you stop caring what’s drawn directly from Swift’s real life and what’s not. It’s just a pleasure to get lost in tunes like “Labyrinth,” in which the singer explores her fear of falling in love again, and “Snow on the Beach,” a gorgeous duet with Lana Del Rey with some of the album’s most affecting imagery: “My smile is like I won a contest,” Swift sings in regards to a surprising new fling, and that’s all you need to conjure the precise picture in your head.

She paints another indelible picture in “Mastermind,” referring to herself as “the wind in our free-flowing sails” just after she offers a bit of context for why she’s been so thoroughgoing in her interactions with her boyfriend (or her audience). “All the wisest women had to do it this way ’cause we were born to be the pawn in every lover’s game,” she sings. Then she takes a breath and adds: “If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.” Only Swift could make a self-help slogan sound like a fairy tale.

#taylor swift #midnights #review

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there’s this fic you wrote a while back called “these are our golden days” and I keep coming back to it when I’m in my zoyalai funk. So I was wondering, would you ever consider writing a chapter 2?

Hi!

Wow!

That fic was actually so much fun and I definitely think I had plans for it. So maybe a chapter 2 isn’t unrealistic. But I don’t know if I’ll get to it soon.

I do have a prequel if you’re interested:

If you wanted any of my other Zoyalai stuff I have a series on Ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/series/2284442)

But if that isn’t your speed @wafflesandkruge has some phenom zoyalai stuff as well

#zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #kos #answered #thanks for the ask!#it’s been a minute since I got an ask

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WHERE ARE YOU NOW? MOODBOARDS

sean hope cameron 🖤 35 years old // scorpio // hardworking mechanic, temperamental, complicated loner, biker, & also a softee

sean cameron is a hometown guy ex boyfriend of emma "lucky" nelson, current boyfriend of ellie nash, friend of jay hogart, young mechanic new hire tommy, and of the manning-jeremiah-santos clan. he's recently appointed as the boss at cameron's custom cars (formally tony's auto repair) by tony after he retired after decades in the business in the beginning of the year.

(the continued biography is under the cut!)

he's still hung up on his ex, singing phenom, lucky but she'd once been simply emma, or emma nelson. to put it simply, he's a good guy overall but unfortunately in his youth he made mistakes when he fell into a 'bad crowd', and hurt countless people who cared and vouched for him such as emma, his shop teacher mr. elh, and mr. simpson. he only recently made amends with the latter, mr. elh passed from a heart attack shortly after retirement a few years after sean managed to skid through to graduation. he and mr. simpson made sure sean was on that stage with his diploma. he regrets a lot of what he did back then in high school, the whole gangsta phase craig still teases him for.

as for work, he loves what he does, drowns in his work, and stays at the garage late to cope with his regrets and avoid his off-and-on girlfriend ellie nash with whom he currently lives. sean is somewhat of a workaholic and still has issues with his temper but, he isn't as angry as he had been in the past, more indifferent. he's a glass hal full guy, pessimistic as they come and he directs his hatred for himself what he'd done to emma especially, never getting closure when he had a sliver of a chance the day she departed for greener pastures, and prioritized standing by ellie who in recent years, won't help herself in her destructive hobbies. craig and manny, his friends understand the situat

craig and manny always make excuses for emma, but visit with emma frequently and they believe there's hope for sean and emma, and aren't afraid to be honest, but he doesn't want to set himself up for false hopes either. , they claim its not all about him, fine, but her staying away has everything to do with him. sean simply doesn't understand how she is constantly flaking a simple visit, inconveniencing her parents and hometown friends to fly out her way, and not coming home. if not because of him not even her family and friends, just because she's not ready to run into him. the way he sees it, it'd been years, but that's the salties and pettyest thing he'd ever thought.

he eventually moved on, but never really got over that sting of heartbreak over the years. he filled her absence with keeping quiet on her, but silently watching from the stands, and by stands, he means online sites and such. he is a fan of hers in secret because he knew her before she became so overexposed and unattainable. it's nice to dream, he figures. she had always to him, been out of his league, and genuinely thinks she's better off. he often thinks to himself when alone, if he had a chance he'd make it right with her, but it hadn't been likely because she hadn't been home since their last tango about a year after she left, and he didn't handle his second chance the best and that justified that.

on the other hand, he doesn't feel much more for, ellie he stands by her because he cares a lot, is a weakness, and fears what she'd do if he were to break up with her or stop doing things for her when she's too drunk to function. he cares but it's hard for him to not resent how she is, he dealt with it in his youth with his parents, and so did she, but in a strictly dutiful kind of way, he helps her with respect and care. he may still love her, but he isn't in love anymore, they lost their spark and individuality in this long term off and on, and so on. it was better off for emma, if he stuck with her miserable, even if he'd rather be with emma. he hides his momentos of her from ellie so, as not to hurt her feelings. even when they were at their high points and peaks he was always into emma, but did like having his relationship with ellie, before her predispositions to alcohol and all the chaos that comes with it.

he doesn't know why ellie sticks around nowadays, and is at a loss of what to do, even before emma comes into town. she'd built and wrapped her life around sean's, and lost who she was in her daily alcohol binges. he didn't like who she'd become. he assumed he'd never stop loving emma too by comparison, but there's things about emma he's not so keen on either but she seems miles more healthy than his current girlfriend. ✨

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I had a teacher in high school who was a phenomenal teacher, but he was such an interesting man. Dedicated to both jobs though. I have no clue how he would do both. He would be at the school til like 7 pm most night and would be at the school by 6 am in the morning. This is also more astounding considering he lived like 45 minutes from the school and that he also ran a soybean farm by himself. And the singular day of school he would miss a year was literally known as farming day and it was the day where he collected his crops and then told us about it. He retired the year after I graduated but that man was fucking phenomal

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Five Facts about Anthony Solometo

By: Cadeyn McCrory

One of the hottest names in all of Minor League Baseball is Pittsburgh Pirates left-handed starting pitcher Anthony Solometo. Check out these interesting facts about baseball's newest star.

He is the youngest player in Double-AA history to ever make an opening night roster at 21 years, 4 months, and 3 days old.

Anthony was originally committed to the University of North Carolina but had zero intention of actually going to school. It was playing professional baseball or nothing!

His first “big boy” purchase from his 2.8 million dollar signing bonus was a car.

In his senior year of high school, it took 17 ⅓ innings to let up his first hit and run.

In only his third start of affiliated ball in 2022, he was involved in a no-hitter along with four other teammates.

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