#he really beat out like michael b jordan

[is-jan-jan-is]

Dawn of Dc fucking slaps my dudes.

I've been meaning to make a post about the Dawn of Dc for quite a while but haven't due to depression and 80 hour work weeks.

My pull box used to be one third marvel, one third dc and one third indie. Nowadays, with marvel focusing on more of those godawful movies it's producing more and more garbage. Meanwhile, dc-who has been struggling since the 90s-seems to have found its stride. My box is honestly two thirds dc and one third indie.

I've maybe three or four marvel titles. Captain marvel, mckay's avengers run and ewing's thor. I did also pick up Sentry but havent read it yet. I was about to deep dive into the fall of the house of x stuff but the whole 'Genocide' storyline is in bad taste to say the fucking least. With last year's Symbol of Truth sam wilson run over i dont have much more marvel stuff catching my eye.

Meanwhile I'm collecting most of dc's catalog. The Dawn of Dc rebrand has been phenomenal through and through. Part of it is due to color coding which my autism especially likes. Mostly, it's great storytelling.

Here is how I would rate the Dawn of Dc titles I've been collecting so far on a scale of 'bruh' to 'BRUH'(all of the ratings are made up terms):

*******Spoilers*********

Jon Kent Adventures of Superman: absolute banger...if not a tad formulaic. If seems poetic to have Jon kent-a product of Joshua Williamson- fight injustice superman-a product of Dan Didio. Dan famously hated legacy characters and loved the idea of fascist superman so-get fucked Dan. 11/10 because he beats him with a hug

Action Comics: fuck yeah dawg. It's been great. The wholesome super family shenanigans, the inclusion of Kenan (finally) on top of just damn good story telling. 10/10 would super again.

Superman: BRUH. So, after years of piss poor 'superman' books we get the warworld saga (certified banger) followed up with this delightful story from Josh Williamson. All of the classic villains get the correct treatment. Lex, parasite, banshee-with the current 'Chained' reveal. Im so glad somebody understands how to write superman. This has genuinely become a title i look forward to every week. 10.5/10

Superboy Man of Tomorrow: Certified Banger. Listen, Connor Kent was the first love of my life. 90 percent of my personality is Teen titans and Young Justice was always my favorite flavor of teen titans. Either way I was always going to love a boom about Connor Kent. That said: this book is pretty good. It clearly skews young as far as its obvious intended audience but it was still fun.

Steel: CERT-FIED BANG-ER! God I love Worf. I'm glad that my boy Steel is getting the proper treatment. Michael Dorn does a damn good job. It was a good run, just read the last one (6 out of 6) today.

Powergirl: fuck yeah dawg. I love powergirl, and this series is not as annoyingly thirsty as previous stories. She's presented as a complex yet baddass character. Her motives are complex and her actions are badass. I also like that she's part of the super family officially.

Blue Beetle: Certified Banger. Pretty damn good. Once again it's a tad formulaic but still a fun read. 8/10

Green Arrow: Certified Banger! Pretty damn good, tbh. I love the fact that my boii Roy Harper is back. Pretty strong familial vibes all around. 9.5/10

Green lantern: bruh. Listen, I only picked up this title originally because it held the preview to John Stewart's 'War Journal'. Its well done, don't get me wrong. Jeremy Adam's is an asset to D.C. at this point. Quality wise, it's a knockout. Unfortunately, it's also Hal Jordan. He's as much of an unbearable p.o.s. as he's ever been. 6/10.

Green Lantern War Journal: BRUH!!! Fucking Slaps. John Stewart is back at it in an incredibly endearing story. I was really interested to see where they would take it after Gregory Thorne basically made my boii a demigod. The ultraviolet corps are super interesting and the b plot with his mother is heart wrenching. 100/10

Green Latern Alan Scott: fuck yeah dawg. Pretty good. Love the gay representation. Been meaning to get back into JSA stuff. Haven't read the huntress or sandman stuff yet but might after this.

Hawkgirl: absolute banger. Ngl, they kinda phoned in the antagonist but that's ok. Its a fun read about a cool character we've always wanted more content on anyways. Also Jadzia is god tier. 8/10

Wonder Woman: BRUH!!! I've never been a huge fan of Diana honestly but this story had me hooked from the beginning. It's a complex, heartfelt political intrigue. Tom King can do NO wrong. 20/10

Birds of Prey: absolute banger. Super fun to read. I definitely look forward to it every month. I love cass and I love barda so- 11/10

Batman and Robin: bruh. Listen, I love Joshua Williamson but all the love in the world won't make me tolerate Bruce fucking Wayne. After the catastrophic mess that was the Gotham War event we get this run by Joshy boii and Simone DiMeo. It's a decent little story which I follow only to ensure that Robin is OK. The breakout star of this title for me was DiMeo's art. It's so kinetic! Honestly, the art is the only reason this isn't a 0/10. That said...6.5/10

Outsiders: Fuck yeah dawg! The this series only has two issues out so far but it's been fun. I love Kate abd Luke respectively and together they are lots of fun. Also this title seems to lean in to the whole 'superhero fatigue' thing. So fuck yeah! 8/10

Nightwing: BRUH!! Tom Taylor has been in charge of what is honestly the best Superhero title on the market for the past couple years-and its Nightwing. His Grayson is charming, endearing and resilient: All of the good qualities of his deadbeat dad without any of the bullshit brooding and class warfare. This Dawn of Dc title feels different because it's less a relaunch and more a continuation. It's a super interesting deep dive into the BludHaven lore that Taylor began teasing years ago. Also pirate Dick Grayson-90/10

Titans: BRUH. 10/10 MY BOIIS (boiis is gender neutral) ARE ALL GROWN UP!! THEY'RE IN CHARGE. THEY RUNNING SHIT NOW. Seriously it's very good.

Titans/Beast World: heartbreaking but ill allow it. Crossover events are always iffy, we'll see where this goes. So far-7/10

Cyborg: fuck yeah dawg! I love cyborg and I love to see him getting his own title. It's been a good one and I can't wait for the finale next month. 9/10

Flash: BRUH! So far it's a very good Wally story but we're only a few issues deep. I like the Linda subplot. 9.5/10

Speed force: fuck yeah dawg. MAS AND MINOS ARE BACK!!!!! listen I was almost ready to write this series off as another story pandering to the youth. There is a Panel wherein someone describes the scene as 'bad vibes' and is told-'bet'-in response. That said, Joshy boii is clearly happy to be writing Wallace and Avery again AND MAS AND MINOS ARE FINALLY CANNON LETTSSSSS GOOOO!!!! 7/10

Jay Garrick Flash: fuck yeah dawg! Pretty good so far. I love Jay. Love the addition to his family. 7/10

Spirit World: BRUH! Crazy fucking good. I ADORE the way this title handles deadnames. Cassie, Envoy and John make a pretty good team and this depiction of the afterlife is really neat and engaging. 15/10

City Boy: BRUH! A+ for originality dudes. I love this character's motivation, powers and personality. This title genuinely makes a positive impact on the overall dc universe. 10/10

*note* I tried to color code the titles with the corresponding comic colors but tumblr mobile didn't have yellow so

#dc comics #dawn of dc #batman #superman #action comics #hawkgirl #dc flash #teen titans #superboy

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Welcome to the 12 Days of Christmas countdown to Christmas Day. Hope you see something you like. Enjoy! Merry Almost Christmas!

Toy Blitz

Imagine: Donnie needs to get Amara the perfect toy and no one's getting in his way.

Tags: Adonis Creed x Bianca, Dad!Adonis

"I've been thinking. Amara is getting a little older and I kinda wanna do something special this Christmas," Bianca paused on the sidewalk. It was date night, but it was also getting close to Christmas.

"What are you talking about," Donnie stepped closer, intrigued.

"So.. you know how she's really into those Monster High dolls? She asked for one for Christmas and I started to leave it at that, but then I had this idea.. I wanna decorate her room with Monster High. All out, comforter set, curtains, lunchbox, bags, everything I can find."

Donnie reflected over his daughter's recent obsession and nodded. "Yeah.. I think it's a good idea."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I think she'll love it.. Where is this stuff coming from?

"Target? I found a few things online too, but you know it's getting closer to Christmas and stores are starting to sell out." Bianca began to walk again toward the restaurant with Donnie's arm around her shoulder as gentle guidance. They had reservations and needed to keep walking.

"We can go out.. after dinner, look around.." Still.. Donnie's eyes lingered on her face.

"What?" Subtly she leaned closer, a smile bright on her face.

"You know she's blessed? ..To have you as a mom?"

Bianca blushed with love, speechless and joyful.

"Anyone ever tell you you look like this famous actress?"

"Donnie," Bianca laughed with a gentle push.

"Kidding. Just kidding. You look like my beautiful wife. The most beautiful woman in.. the world."

"CAP."

"You're right, Tessa Thompson's my celebrity crush."

"OOH," Bianca pushed again nearly pushing him from the sidewalk. She smiled as she flipped him off and playfully walked ahead.

In the restaurant as they ate, Donnie thought it would be funny to bring it up again. He pulled up a picture on his phone to show Biance how much she resembled Tessa.

"Donnie.. If I look the least bit like Tessa Thompson.. you know who you look like?"

"Yes," he sat straighter. "Tupac," he smirked rubbing his hands mischievously on his thighs. Biance had to laugh.

"No. You know who you look like really? You kinda look like Michael B Jordan if I squint and turn my head to the side.

"Oh yeah?" He laughed watching her antics as she turned her head. "I call bullshit."

Date Night was a success, the club to enjoy a local favorite's performance and then the restaurant. Donnie and Bianca went to Target directly after to find anything Monster High. The shelves were in tact, they'd started their search early enough to beat the mad Christmas toy dash... but not early enough to find the specific doll Amara asked for.

Bianca searched online immediately. The doll was inexpensive and listed in multiple online stores, but somehow they were all out of stock. Donnie peered over her shoulder.

"Cleo De Nile," he read examining the doll's look and features. "Cleo De Nile," he repeated for memory's sake. He moved pink and blue dolls, other brands, barbies, and puzzle boxes unwilling to accept at first glance that the doll was completely sold out. He squatted and went through the lower shelf which Bianca stared and watched him do.

When he stood, he had a sneaky expression and a box with a doll in his hand. Bianca lit up and quieted herself.

"Daddy," a little girl yelled at the end of the aisle. "Someone found it! Daddy!"

Donnie left the aisle quickly, not avoiding the black father who saw and approached him on a mission.

"HEY," he yelled. "Someone stop him!"

The whole store knew Donnie's face and to them it probably looked like he was stealing a toy from a little girl. He stopped at the register.

"What the hell kinda sicko are you stealing a doll from a seven-year-old little girl? You should be ashamed of yourself, grown man like you bullying kids? That doll belongs to my daughter.. Don't ring him up," he gestured to the cashier.

Bianca's hand covered her mouth in stress as she watched the man and her husband. Donnie wasn't a patient man by any stretch and didn't take disrespect from strangers. She kept her other hand on his shoulder to ground him and keep him calm.

"The doll was on the shelf," she interjected quickly. "Your daughter didn't have it, Donnie found it."

"You calling my child a liar?" He stepped up and Donnie checked him, Bianca checking and holding onto Donnie. The little girl looked afraid for her daddy and despite the man's aggression, the look on the little girl's face moved Bianca. Bianca saw Amara.. which is why she tapped Donnie."

"Let's just go D," she sighed. "I'll keep checking online." He caught the empathy in her eyes and it calmed him, but then he looked again at the doll in his hands. He wasn't thinking about another man's kid, although she deserved toys too. He only thought of Amara. Amara was a fighter and after battling so much and still wearing a smile every day, she deserved this doll and whatever it would take to get it.

"I can't give you this doll," he stated firmly despite the small audience. "My daughter deserves this toy just as much as your daughter and the way you feel right now about yours is exactly how I feel for mine. She doesn't ask for much and she's fought through every situation life has thrown at her, you damn right I'm not giving you this doll." He turned away from them all and gave it to the cashier who bagged it.

Bianca followed quietly him out to the car as he walked ahead, stopping short in front of her. Slowly he faced her, weary. He started to apologize for his behavior, but Bianca's lips cut him short as her hands held his head gently in place. She wasn't mad, she was turned on.

He saw just how much when they got home. They asked the babysitter to stay a little longer and keep Amara distracted while they hid her gift but in actuality, they needed private time to show each other just how much they missed each other's company through the last few weeks.

"I thought you'd be mad at me," his raspy post-coital voice came in quietly.

"Nah," Bianca smiled. "Typically I do hate how stubborn and hot-headed you can be, but this was different.. This was for Amara.."

He looked down at her as she laid on his chest, cuddled closely. He was content and his arm was on her shoulders. Bianca felt then that she truly loved him, but most of all.. she loved how he loved Amara."

"That's daddy's champion, the Laila to my Ali," he stroked her arm up to her shoulder. "You know she's getting whatever."

"You're a really good father."

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#original #adonis creed #adonis creed fanfic #donnie creed #adonis x bianca #creed iii #creed #creed ii

[themosleyreview]

The Mosley Review: Creed 3

I believe the Rocky franchise is the longest running and suceessful film franchise that is purely about the sport of boxing. It wasn't always about the fights but rather the man wearing the gloves and his progression as a human being to greatness. An underdog story that has carried on for generations and now comes the chance for the new face of the franchise to carry that torch in their own personal journey. What I've loved about the Creed franchise is how the foundation of the legacy that came before Adonis has informed and shaped his path. We saw his origins in the first film, we saw him fight to build a career and a family in the second film and now we see him live his own life. What I loved in this film is that we get to dig deeper into the past of Adonis and how his past comes back to remind him of what he has risen above. That to me has always been the heart of the franchise and that has stayed consistent in this new entry. The emotional bond that Adonis had with his family was the best part and I loved the immediate connection and sense of failure he felt once he was reunited with his long lost friend. The story then takes off in a fairly quick and sometimes unrealistic way that might take boxing purists by surprise. There is a connective thread in the film that is severed in a death scene that seems to come out of nowhere. It is explained, but it just didn't sit well with me. It wasn't a perfect step into the first round on the titular character's own, but it still was an entertaining character drama that was fun and filled with wonderful performances.

Michael B. Jordan returns as Adonis Creed and he still delivers the same charisma and strength the character is known for. This time around he is more of a business and family driven man that has truly grown up. Tessa Thompson returns as his loving wife Bianca and she continues to deliver her best work as the character. The chemistry between them is by far the best I've seen on screen. They are the perfect example of what a loving couple looks like and I loved every second they were together. The one actress that stole the film for me was their daughter Amara played the by the wonderful Mila Davis-Kent. From the moment she is on screen to the very end of the film, she represented the heart of the film and I loved that she was the driving force behind Adonis' decisions. Their scenes together were amazing and adorable. Phylicia Rashad returns as Mary Anne Creed and I loved that she continued to be the connective tissue to the past and how she reveals the many ways she protected Adonis as a child. Wood Harris was even more awesome and the voice of warning as Adonis' couch Tony "Little Duke" Evers. He would always be right about everything and I agreed with all of his rants. Johnathan Majors continues to shine in his meteoric rise to fame and as Damian "Diamond Dame" Anderson, he was spectacular. The emotional connective thread between him and Adonis was really something fun to explore. They both represent a different side of the same coin and it was amazing to watch play out. The emotional story between them truly comes to a head in the final fight of the film and it was brilliantly portrayed by both actors.

The score by Joseph Shirley was excellent and drives home the emotional core of the film. I liked that he kept the hip hop infused rhythms and beats that Ludwig Göransson began in the original film and created some new sounds for the characters. Visually the film was stunning and the use of the IMAX cameras during the fights was epic and well shot. I do wish that Adonis and Dame would've taken more damage though. These films consistently showed the amount of bruising, welts and swelling from the very violent hits traded between the fighters and I just felt that they really scaled it back too far in this film. It made the fights seem unrealistic. There was a sense of polish that was missing as some of the charm of the franchise has rubbed off a bit. Overall, Michael B. Jordan has done excellent job for a first time director and I loved the personal story his team crafted for Adonis. This was another great entry in the Creed franchise and if they end it here, I will be satisfied. If they make another one, then keep this same energy. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

#creed 3 #michael b jordan #johnathan majors #tessa thompson #mila davis-kent #phylicia rashad #wood harris

[packernet]

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Packers explode in dominating win over the Cowboys

The Green Bay Packers thoroughly dominated the Dallas Cowboys yesterday in what I think is the biggest win of head coach Matt LaFleur’s career. Quarterback Jordan Love has raised his game to an elite level the last nine games and the Packers are 7-2 in that span. Oh, and they are heading to San Fransisco next Saturday for a date with the 49ers in the divisional round of the playoffs. Just stunning.

Love once again seemed to raise his game to a new level. It seems as the stakes get higher, the better he plays. And the national media is taking note. Check out Colin Cowherd, who back in October said Love “can’t play.” At the time I couldn’t argue it. The Packers offense was an embarrassment. Now they are almost unstoppable. Throw in Joe B’s suddenly stout defense and the Packers absolutely have a chance to beat the 49ers.

The turnaround of Love and the offense has made this one of the most enjoyable seasons in recent memory. Yes, the Packers won more games with Aaron Rodgers and made two NFC Championships, but they were supposed to. Nobody in their right mind other than me predicted the Packers in the playoffs this year. I predicted they would win the division but not sure I really believed it. I certainly didn’t think Love could play this good.

Team-wide turnaround

Of course, it’s not just Love that is responsible for this turnaround. The Packers’ young pass catchers have blossomed right before our eyes and none of them look like rookies anymore. The offensive line has performed well and of course Aaron Jones is all-world when he’s in the lineup. Like Cowherd says, this team is a problem.

When you factor in the Packers have a ton of picks in the top half of April’s draft so general manager Brian Gutekunst has the ammunition to either move up in the draft or trade for a instant starter. As Michael Irvin said this morning this is probably the worst team the Packers will have for the next five years.

But first things first. The 49ers are the best team in the NFC but they aren’t invincible. The Ravens and Bengals beat them at home during the season. The Packers have played good defense against the good offenses they have faced for the most part. It’s teams like the Giants and Panthers that have given them fits. The 49ers will challenge the Packers’ defense for sure.

I can’t wait to see what LaFleur dials up for the 49ers with a quarterback he knows will trust his calls. Rodgers could never beat the 49ers in the playoffs and played some of his worst games against them. I think the pressure to beat them was a factor and the fact that the 49ers franchise disliked Rodgers so much they always had an extra incentive to win. Maybe Love will exorcise that demon on Saturday. If so, look out.

[the-firebird69]

Michael B. Jordan Lists His $13 Million California Mansion

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Michael Jordan has not been around for about 10 years did clarity he died of AIDS and started going after the big black guys Shaquille O'Neal has kept away from them and he gave them information that's to the warlock and he does have to work quite a bit and now the morlock are almost gone and his people are helping a lot more and they got a quick education and it was fierce and they held on and it was tough going and clones can look exactly like Africans. And his story is a tragic one he had to let go of family first because they were leaving him. They said he was sick and he's not very responsibility some of them figured out what it was and we're helping and he didn't want to see them and he got mad and said don't help me if you don't think I'm well and he heard that they had an idea what it is and he said why you doing that he said we figured out what it is it's nothing it's all these people attacking us and he figured out who they were and start fighting but then it was too late so he didn't die alone and these people were helping him know about it and he was kidnapped by the clones and he is no longer on Earth they terminated him in the announced it and the Africans who are helping keep him around and told the others and fierce attacks occurred on these clones they decimated them and their areas and began decimating them all over Africa and they found them below and a war was waged and they won the war but recently because they got help the place was an abysmal state for a few years even though everyone else was starting to fight them they had been pounding on these clones and we went over and helped and we saw why our son and his forces and daughter were devastating them and that's the clones in order to protect her own people and we helped and started supporting these clothes were out of control at one point we saw him double his force in a week and that was our son and daughter and he said I'm going to be way too huge we have an issue and started warning people and we started helping we went in there and saw him devastating totally trillions of clones in an hour every day almost to fatigue and then you get up and do it again we all started helping and started a war globally with them and got these guys involved and things started changing. We think Michael Jordan and his friends and family for their efforts of though most of them are gone they would not be forgotten and for our son's effort and daughter we see what's going on too he's feeling a little better you got to help but he's a leader and he went over there crushed them. He told Jack shack not Jack ironically that he that they're mixing with Africans to make clones and he said he said this is the way to defeat them so yes. He had to educate people about clones first and will and Bill found him suffering and they were helping and said this really big guys come in they look black and they're kicking the s*** out of them. Eventually Shaq and others took their countries back and they have large portions of it in the clones are at their knees. He has stories and the Sun is already working it Shaquille O'Neal said and this big black guys came out of nowhere started beating everyone up you know sunset and our sunset black guys okay so it's funny not The Green Mile guy and Shaquille O'Neal smiling and saying that's terrific

Thor Freya

Anyway I get help somehow let's see what happened I trained you and you turned it on them I'll tell you what these guys could kick ass they took an entire battalion of Jager and toss it up in the air almost at the same time with keju I've never seen anything like that in my life they hate these people so bad this is a huge movement now they looked at this massive heroes their father says they are and they're tough sons and daughters and daughters and laws and sons in laws the toughest but there's a lot out there and just as strong in the US and they love it.

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I see those two arguing they say that guy over there was talking about someone and getting hit in the head and you think it was me and it wasn't and it's still looking over and the guy is the white one no so then follow it it's really this guy over here and he's saying things for birds

Oya

Olympus

[coloradohq]

+6 connections have been added

WESLEY CARTER (MICHEAL B. JORDAN) is looking for HIS SIBLINGS (4) . they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP between 20-40 (male, female, non binary), but you must reach out to MUSESOFACE to find out more! (+ Wesley’s family had some financial struggles growing up after a car incident left their father with severe injury, but they always stuck together. Wesley beat the odds and went on to be a very successful basketball player for the nba. He is definitely the sibling that likes to fix everything and take care of his family (which only increased when their mother passed away). It is not uncommon for them to come stay with him for prolonged periods of time. While they’re very close I’m willing to plot out just about any dynamic. Please keep in mind Michael is African-American whilst thinking of fcs.)

WESLEY CARTER (MICHEAL B. JORDAN) is looking for BEST FRIENDS (2) . they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP between 32-38 (male, female, non binary), but you must reach out to MUSESOFACE to find out more! (+ Preferably from childhood but from college times could work too. Definitely the two people who really know him and seen his struggle. Not just friends but family vibes.)

WESLEY CARTER (MICHEAL B. JORDAN) is looking for HIS COLLEGE GIRLFRIEND. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP 33+ (female), but you must reach out to MUSESOFACE to find out more! (They would be the first person he loved most likely. A little bit unpredictable of a relationship because he tries to open up but he’s just so used to taking on other peoples problems and neglecting his own it can often seem impossible to grasp his full emotions. This likely ended soon after he was drafted as he was so busy/they probably were too and it just seemed easier to split. Definitely a lot of what ifs and the person who got the closest to him in that sense. I’m open to plotting some drama/angst in amongst it.)

ADDISON GAGLIARDI (MADELAINE PETSCH) is looking for BEST FRIENDS. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP between 25-30 (male, female, non binary), but you must reach out to MUSESOFACE to find out more! (Either from childhood or from when she moved to Denver. Someone who indulges all of her dreams and vice versa. They have so much fun together ! A lot of laughter but sometimes they make room for a few tears. They definitely know how to have a good time.)

ADDISON GAGLIARDI (MADELAINE PETSCH) is looking for EX BOYFRIEND they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP (Christopher Briney, Taylor Zakhar, Paul Mescal, Lucien Laviscount, Tom Holland, John Boyega are some suggestions) muse between 25-30 (male), but you must reach out to MUSESOFACE to find out more! (Chaotic, probably. Very on/off whirlwind of emotions type thing. The main muse behind all of her greatest breakup/gooey songs. We’re not good for one another but there might just always be an invisible pull/chance type vibe.)

ADDISON GAGLIARDI (MADELAINE PETSCH) is looking for ANNOYANCE/ATTRACTION they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP (male), but you must reach out to MUSESOFACE to find out more! (we butt heads constantly but I maybe also think about kissing you sometimes kind of thing. Someone who challenges her and is just very opposite of her. Very up for plotting!)

#oc rp #city rp #town rp #appless rp #active rp #wanted.

[yeshelloyehet]

Just seen the TC Candler 100 most handsome faces of 2019 and I’ve been laughing my ass off for about 10 minutes about how Felix is ranked 69. Like as if that number wasn’t funny enough, he’s really up there competing with people like Jason Momoa and Chris Evans who are like twice his age and in the biggest films of all time, like this kid is such a meme and beating out hollywood stars. Like yeah his face is 100000% beautiful but also:

#sausageu #what a meme #letTOOSE #you’ll be happy to know jungkook got no.1 #he really beat out like michael b jordan #such a wee baby #felix lee #felix lee memes #felix lee stray kids #felix #felix memes #felix meme #felix stray kids meme #felix stray kids #lee felix #stray kids meme

[stripper-patrick]

Next Lifetime 💫Michael B. Jordan pt 1.

Warnings: smut, fluff, kids, sneaky link turned into family, angst, crying, 18+, NSFW gifs, series

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Michael B. Jordan x black plus sized reader (Azina/Z)

<4 years ago>

I’m throwing my ass back to the music just enjoying myself during this time. I’ve had at least 4 shots and I’m feeling all of them.

I feel someone press up behind me and it’s my best friend Michael whose clearly off the Henny just as much as I am. He grinds against me and as I’m working my hips I feel his dick stiffen. A boldness surged through me, or maybe that’s the liquor, and I stand up turning to him sealing a kiss. I’ve always wanted him no doubt I just never knew how to tell him. I guess being drunk is the best way. His hands grab at my waist then snake to my ass. His sweet Hennessy flavored lips are getting me even more drunk but with lust this time. The glisten of his plump lips being out the diamonds in his grill set plastered perfectly on his teeth.

“Let’s go to my house” I nod agreeing with his request and he grabs my hand leading me outside. He hails down a cab and opens the door letting me get on first. He smacks my butt on the way in and I giggle.

“322 Barron Street please” it’s about a 15 minute ride from here.

The driver begins his route and Michael starts kissing my neck and his hand slips down my shorts. My panties are beyond soaked and now he’s rubbing my clit making me whine.

His hand wraps around my throat whispering on my ear “stay quiet ma” he rubs again and as soon as the driver turns the corner into Michael’s loft I’m bussing all over his fingers biting the bottom of my lip trying to stay quiet.

He wraps his hand around my mouth flicking my clit faster making me shake harder. He pulls out his coated fingers placing them in my mouth. I suck off my own sweet juices and he grabs my by the throat kissing me tasting myself off my tongue. The driver clears his throat and we stop giggling and getting out. He tips the driver and walks past me opening the door. As soon as he gets the door open my pants are already unbuckled and halfway off.

“Damn hold on mamas” he slurs. We finally make it up to his nicely decorated bedroom and I’m pushed backwards flying back first on the bed. Michael comes on top of me and I flip us over grinding down on his already rock hard dick. He grabs a handful of behind moaning in my mouth. I move down to his neck where I kiss it sloppily. We stop kissing for a moment and I remove my shirt while he does the same. I move down pulling down his boxers and pants in one motion wasting no time swirling my tongue on the tip of his leaking dick. A low moan fills the room and I wrap my lips around the entire tip and push my head down letting it hit the back of my throat. I let it get wet then go back up to sucking on the tip while my right hand jerks the base and my left hand cups his balls. I come off with a string of saliva and I use my palm to rub on the top directly allowing the slick saliva to give him pleasure. His stomach caves and a loud moan erupts from Michael as he looks down holding vicious eye contact with me.

“Fuck Z” I continue going to town until he grabs me by the throat pulling me up to his mouth. Michael’s tongue roams my mouth fighting for dominance as he pulls me on top of him. I grab his throbbing dick pushing it inside of my aching pussy feeling him expand my walls gracefully. He leans back laying his head on the pillow as I gasp sinking down on him until our hips meet. I place my hands on his chest and sit on my feet rocking my hips along his shaft. His eyes flutter shut as I work my magic swirling my hips in a sloppy drunken circle. He bites his lip while one hand grabs the back of my head pulling my sweaty forehead to his. The other hand grabs a handful of my ass pulling me down. His dick fills my pussy completely making me gasp. Without missing a second Keith grabs both sides of my head keeping deadly eye contact with me and thrusts his hips beating my pussy from below. I let out a mewl holding his biceps while digging my acrylics into them. I bite my lip as he obliterates hot spots I didn’t even know were there.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire as after he thrusts he gives it aches and caves for more. “You like that? You like being daddy’s lil bitch” he moans pounding me out. Michael moves his hands wrapping his hand around my throat pulling me further and growling in my ear. I try to push away as the pleasure is starting to overwhelm me and he holds me by my hips keeping me right where he wants me. The only that can be heard in the room is the slushing sound of my wetness, the clapping of my ass and his balls slapping against my ass. My legs shake already as he continues. My pussy soaks everything underneath me as I let out a struggled moan cumming harder than I’ve ever came with any other man before. Michael pulls out pushing me up onto his face while jerking himself off in the process. He wraps his hands around my hips tasting the beautiful mess he made. My body jerks and my hand instinctively moves to his head as I roll my body on his tongue. He moans at my taste sucking and lapping on my clit. I smile getting off his face and back on his dick bucking my hips wildly. Michael guides my hips keeping himself as deep as possible. He begins thrusting up again at a fast pace making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He growls again giving me a fair warning that he’s about to cum. Without thinking I scream “cum inside this pussy daddy”

I’m aching from his blows. I sit up and keep bouncing at the same pace as he holds my hips tensing up. His seed spills inside of me and I watch his arch his back when I clench my pussy creating a suction. He moans pressing into my hips more.

Michael sits up kissing me and giving me a hard spank to my right ass cheek. His dick throbs inside of me as our mixtures leaks out dripping past his balls and onto the sheets. Drunkenly I lay on top of him giving him lazy kisses. Time and liquor consumes us and before I know it we’re both asleep in each other’s arms.

…

I wake up with a headache the size of the room. I feel like if I move too fast I’ll throw up. I feel someone warmth next to me and I pause. Who did I go home with last night? What happened? I’m aching between my legs but my conscience tells me not to be scared. I look behind me seeing Michael fast asleep. I sigh in comfort knowing I’m safe. He stirs in his sleep opening his eyes and he sees me. “Morning”

“Morning” I move my legs and notice they’re weak. I pull back the covers and we’re both completely naked. Oh shit. I jump up to the best of my ability and he sits up too

“Mike what did we do last night”

“Well using my context clues we had sex” he says rubbing his eyes

“Michael do you not see an issue with that? You have a girlfriend”

“I know but I mean if I’m being honest I’ve always had feelings for you Z and clearly you feel the same way” he states. I grab my underwear shaking my head.

“Mike that’s not the point you knew we shouldn’t have acted on it especially since you’re in a relationship. This could absolutely ruin our friendship. Lemme ask you this what if we go get together and break up then what you know I’m not friends with my exes. If you can be cool with your ex y’all were never in love or still are in love. There’s no in between” he looks at me with his head hanging low. He knows exactly where I’m coming from. “I’m not tryna lose you as a person in general” Mike goes in the bathroom brushing his teeth and peeing.

I collect my clothes putting them back on and Mike throws on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt he grabs some slides and his car keys . Luckily my car is already at home since Michael and his girl Lori picked me up.

“Z I’m sorry. I know things went too far but I’m glad we at least know how we feel about each other” he says “and I don’t regret what happened last night” I nod and get in his car. He gets in the drivers seat taking off and taking me home.

…..

Lori decided to have a pool party today to celebrate Mike for his birthday. Of course he invited me and being his best friend I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Plus it’s at his new house and I’ve never seen it before. Granite we haven’t talked much or seen each other at all since our ordeal a couple weeks ago. In fact this is the first time I’ve actually seen him since that day.

I walk through their beautiful house with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I see Lori in the kitchen. Honestly me and her have never really been that close. I never really cared for her but I was always cordial with her. “Hey Lori I brought this for y’all” she looks at me taking the champagne without even saying thank you. Bougie bitch. Don’t get me wrong I’m bougie too but best believe I’m as humble and as thankful as they come. I guess that’s why me and Mike are best friends. We’re the same.

I roll my eyes and my heels click outside where I see a bunch of people lounging in the pool and on the sides with drinks in their hand. My other best friend Lamia greets me with open arms. Her perfume makes me nauseous and dizzy “Hey girl” she smiles

“Hey” I say trying to hold my breakfast down.

“Mike is over there. Have you and him talked since then?” As soon as I got home that day I got ready for work and told Lamia what happened. I shrug my shoulders as an answer.

“Only small talk and I’ve low key been trying to avoid him just so the awkward tension doesn’t arise” I say

“Makes sense” Michael begins walking over and I stride a little further away until he catches me.

“Hey ladies” he hugs lamia and I’m next. I smell his cologne and melt. “you want a drink Z” I shake my head

“I don’t feel too hot right now so I’ll stick with water for the day” he nods eyes lingering on me for longer than a second. Lori comes out running his bare back and our contact is broken. While Lori begins talking to him I slip away downing the rest of my water. The nausea is finally gone and I sit on the lounge chair going on my phone. I put on my sunglasses shielding my eyes.

While I’m relaxing in the sun I notice Michael keeps staring at me. I see the small bulge in his shorts and I can’t help but bite my lip, mouth water at the taste of his dick down my throat.

A mid-height dark skin man starts walking my way and I see he has a pearly white smile similar to Michael’s. I get a better glimpse of his face. His name is Jayson. I’ve heard about him before. I heard he’s a player and he sleeps with anything that moves.

He sits next to my feet flashing his smile at me. I sit up with a small smile on my face. “Hey I’m Jayson Mikes friend”

“Yea I know. I’m Z”

“What’s that short for”

“Azina” he smiles scooting closer. I glance up seeing Mikes eyes never leaving me.

“That’s beautiful. Fitting for a beautiful woman” he bites his lip. I take a deep breath and take my sunglasses off. I stare directly into Michael’s eyes and he’s fuming. Dimples are prominent in his cheeks, nose flared, biceps flexed from how tense he is. Jayson moves even closer and that’s when Michael comes over.

“Hey Jay what y’all talking about?” He interjects with his nose held high. A small rage burns in my stomach at how he completely ruined my chance at something. Even if I was just playing Jaysons game right back at him.

“Her name. It’s pretty”

“Oh yea the two ‘A’s in her name stands for aggravated assault. She’s crazy man she beat niggas” he laughs. He’s not fully wrong “but she’s my kinda crazy. Speaking of Azina can I speak to you privately please? Jay you don’t mind right? Course not be right back” before I even have a chance to protest he grabs my wrist and my panties are soaked by the time we enter the glass double doors of his house that Lori happens to be staying in. Just hearing him call my name rather than my nickname has me wanting to be on my knees on this cold marble floor.

“What the hell is your issue?” I ask yanking my arm away. He grabs me again taking me upstairs through the neatly decorated white hallway. We get into his gold coated marble bathroom where he locks the door. I lean against the counter and he folds his arms “why have you been avoiding me”

“I-“

“And don’t lie to me” he asserts his dominance making my clit throb. Silence and heavy thick sexual tension fill the air and I look down at my long pink acrylic nails. He steps closer sealing any space between me and him. His large hand wraps around my throat making me bite my lip “you like seeing me get all jealous? Shit makes you wet mama?”

“Yes” I whimper. And just like that I’m putty in his hands. He pulls me up to his plump lips placing a wet kiss on them. Michael pulls off my duster of a swimsuit coverup. His large hands play with my breasts and my hand moved to his hard on. He’s rock solid now. His hand moves from my breast to my bikini bottoms rubbing my clit. My hips hunk and my hands move to his bicep as his plump lips kiss my neck. My body jerks as his thick fingers slide into my hole with ease. He begins pressing my g-spot like a button making me lose my breath. Michael moves up to my ear whispering “you’re mine”

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry turning me around some I’m facing the huge mirror above the sink. I grab the ledge bracing myself as he rolls my bottoms down spanking me in the process. I spread my cheeks feel his warm hard dick press inside of me. He fills me up and holds my hips bouncing me back to meet his thrusts. His breaths become heavy and ragged and my mouth drops open but nothing comes out.

Michael is pressing right on my g-spot making me lose my breath. “Daddy” I whimper.

“That’s my girl take all this shit. You wanna flirt with other niggas ima show you who you belong to” he wraps his hand around my throat quickening his pace. My eyes squeeze shut and my moans get louder. The sounds of our moans and my ass clapping fills the room but we have to keep it quiet so no one comes up here and finds us.

“You like when daddy fill you up bitch?”

“Yes I love it so much” my legs begin shaking as my orgasm approaches fast like a train. He gets close to my ear still pounding me out against the marble counter.

“Look at me when I make you cum” I bite my lip and his grip tightens on my neck. I open my eyes to the best of my ability as my entire body seizes in front of him. My body is on fire and he chuckles biting his lip “you look so fucking pretty taking all this dick like a good little whore”

I whimper jerking around and he pulls out watching my body tense up and convulse. He smacks my already shaking ass. Michael turns me around again putting me on the counter and he gets on one knee licking my pussy. He slurps you the mess he made moaning at the taste. I watch as he pulls my pussy lips back making sure to get as much of my clit as possible. My body writhes from still being sensitive and I grab the back of his head pushing him further in me. I pull off my bikini top rubbing my nipples while grinding on his face. My head falls back and he gives small licks making me even crazier than before. Michael comes up kissing my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue. He taps his dick on my clit before inserting himself again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he wastes no time taking me to Poundtown.

His short nails claw down my back and he buries his head in my neck. “That’s it daddy right there” my nails take through his short waves as his hips ripple through me. My moans uncontrollably get louder and he covers my mouth pounding me harder “can’t scream now can you baby?” I whimper eyes rolling to the back of my head as I squirt on his dick “that’s what I want fuck I’m bout to cum” his growls get louder and he kisses me moaning. His body shakes when he leaks inside of me. My nails scrape down his back and he empties his load inside of me.

He stays inside of me staring deep into my eyes. I can’t help this feeling anymore but I need to for the sake of our friendship. Michael’s catches me in a kiss and for a split second I ignore my feelings and kiss him back. As if he were really mine. That thought stops me from going any further “I’m sorry for avoiding you”

“I understand mamas” he kisses me again and pull out grabbing a towel he wipes off my pussy and leans down placing a kiss on my clit making me gasp. I chuckle getting off the counter with his help. My legs shake and I laugh. I grab my clothes putting them back on and making sure I look like I did before I came up here.

“Mike” I hear Lori call from downstairs. To the best of my ability I walk to the door but before I open it Michael grabs my arm kissing me again. This one was more passion than lust. I smile pulling away and open the door. To see Lori coming in. I turn around and turn him around quickly “so this is the master bathroom?” I look at him

“Yea it’s marble counters and the gold trim it’s my favorite and there’s the waterfall shower in there” we walk towards the shower acting like he was explaining me the layout of the bathroom the whole time. I hear loris heels click in the bathroom “baby the boys are looking for you at the pool” he turns around nodding

“Ard come on Z” We walk past Lori and her eyes linger on us.

Me and Mike walk outside and he can’t stop staring at me. He stands at the front of the bar with a microphone “I wanna thank every one for coming out. I wanna thank Lori for putting this together couldn’t have done this without you babe” that word ‘babe’ leaves a stinging mark on my heart as Lori steps up beside her man. She kisses him and then looks at me. I walk backwards dipping out from the crowd. I go inside and grab the champagne I brought. This bottle wasn’t cheap so if they won’t drink it I will. I pour myself a glass and start sipping it. Michael comes in and once again it’s just us alone.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. Look Michael as much as we both want it us being together might never happen simply because you and Lori are a thing and y’all are basically destined for marriage”

“Now you know I’ve been about you and only you for a while”

“I can’t tell cause I’m still single and you’re in a relationship” I sigh “I’m leaving this house is beautiful but you need to figure out what you really want” I extend my arms and give him a hug. He plants a kiss on my neck Mumbling the words I’m sorry again.

I grab my champagne and leave the house with a heavy heart and a cloudy mind. That nauseous feeling is back.

#smut #fluff #series #michael b jordan x reader #michael b jordan smut #michael b jordan #filth

[ranveer--singh]

King Peach - Henry Cavill one shot

Thanks to @madbaddic7ed​ for beating this one shot I wrote. This one shot came into my head and I had to write it because come on his ass. 

Kavya stepped out of the shower, a huge fluffy towel wrapped around her body. She walked through the bedroom to her draw to grab some underwear to put on. 

She sighed, hearing Henry walk towards her. Kavya closed her draw, she was just about to move when he grabbed her hand and took the underwear from her hand.

"Hen, give it back," she said, turning around and trying to grab the underwear from him.

"I prefer you naked," he said winking at her as he shoved the underwear into the back of his jeans.

"Hen, give my undies back please," Kavya said, feeling cold now from being naked for a few minutes.

He just wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, his hands rubbing her arms warm.

"Hen, I'm cold," she says shivering, still naked under the towel. He didn't say anything, but his actions spoke louder. He turned her body around, now she was facing him.

Henry wrapped his big arms around her, cuddling her. His warmth radiates across to her.

"Hen," Kavya said, looking up at him with so much love. 

"Yes sexy," he said, making her blush. 

"I'm horny," she said, slipping off her towel now standing in his arms naked.

"What could make you so horny," he said, winking at her, a huge smirk on his lips.

"Oh I dunno, Michael B Jordan got me horny," she said, chuckling and winking at him. Kavya loved Michael since his role in Fantastic Four. She loved how with that statement he groaned and squeezed her arms tighter.

Henry grabbed her by the arms and threw her onto the bed.

"Kitten, did you forget that you’re mine? ," he growled, crawling onto the bed looking at her with lustful eyes.

"Oh I wish he fucks me!" she continued, ignoring him and then yelped as Henry parted her legs wide. He put pressure on them to keep them apart.

"Now, you either obey me or things will get rough," Henry said and Kavya giggled.

"Oh Michael yess, that’s the spot," she said, riling him up further. Henry stopped what he was doing and gave her a look of anger.

He squeezed her legs tight, keeping them spread out so he could get a good view of what he needed. Kavya squealed as she watched Henry now disappear in between her legs. Another squeal escaped her mouth as his stubble started to rub over her thighs. 

He kept his hands firmly on her arms, making sure she didn't move. Henry moved his face to her wet pussy, he licked up and down enjoying how hot she felt. Kavya squealed again, as his stubble rubbed her core sending shivers around her body.

"Aaaah Hen," she said with bated breath, the way he was teasing her pussy got her really worked up. 

He ignored her plea and licked her pussy, getting it wetter. Henry could see her breathing heavily, her neck arched back, moaning out loudly. He knew she was on the brink of orgasm so Henry stopped. He wanted her to work for it.

Henry moved away, turning her body around so her roundish bottom was at his eye level. He could hear her whimper, needing to be touched and to be allowed to orgasm freely. 

"Hennnn," she cried her body falling onto the bed, as her bottom was up in the air. Henry squeezed both ass cheeks few times before giving them a spank. He heard her whimper with every spank, her body shuddering with sparks running around her body.

Her peachy bottom was getting red from his spanks, she desperately needed his dick inside of her throbbing pussy. But it seemed like Henry wasn't having it. He spanked her ass with one hand, the other hand yanking on her long black locks to bring her body closer to him. 

She could now feel how close her bottom was to his dick. It was getting harder just by brushing against her bottom and this got her smirking. She moved her ass up and down while he spanked her making Henry grunt and yank on her hair some more. 

"You feel hard," she moaned moving her ass up and down causing some tight friction between her ass and his dick. 

She bounced her ass up and down feeling his dick throbbing. She heard him grunt and spank her harder making Kavya whimper.

"Don't you dare think of another man. I am your daddy, now arch your back," he said angrily shucking his dick out of his boxers, ready to enter her ass. 

Henry rubbed his dick a few times, spreading her ass cheeks wide so he can add his big girth inside. The boy scout that he was, he had come prepared. He fished out a bottle of lube from his pocket, and poured some on his dick, using two of his fingers to spread some in and around her hole. He put his dick deep inside the hole, holding her hips tightly as he rocked back and forth hearing her moan loudly. 

Kavya moaned, not able to handle his big dick inside her tiny hole. It had been one of the rare occasions that she had been fucked in the ass by him. Tears running down her eyes, the pleasure he was giving her made her moan and bite her lips. 

Henry stopped, grabbing a toy from the top pocket of his shirt placing it over her clit. He pushed it on the second setting and watched her juices fall onto the floor. 

He growled, slamming his body into her legs and back. Henry could feel how tight and wet she felt around his girth.

He spanked her ass a few times, making her flinch. Her body feeling shudders as he put the toy on the 4th speed watching her moan loudly squeezing her boobs.

"Fuck," she shouted as he took his dick out and slammed it back inside making Kavya scream at how tight it felt.

He squeezed her bottom, letting the toy vibrate while his dick thrust deeper inside her. Kavya couldn't speak, which got Henry to slap her ass and yank her hair up.

"I can't hear you kitten, tell me do you enjoy daddy's dick," Henry said angrily in her ear.

"Ummm uhhh," she says trying to hold her moans.

"Daddy asked you a question kitten," he said yanking her hair tightly bring her neck to his lips where he bit down on the exposed part.

"Yessssss," she said shaking at his dick twitches inside. 

"Good kitten," henry says spanking her ass before squeezing her boobs playing with the erected nipples.

Kavya was whimpering, feeling hot and stuffy and needed some air. "Ummmm fuck," she yelled as Henry’s thrusts were getting harder and sloppy.

"How is kitten doing, do you need Michael B Jordan now?" he teased biting the skin on her back. 

"I need you, Raja," she said and Henry smiled, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses on her back.

Henry kissed her back once again, smiling down at how beautiful she looks. "Rani, my kitten looks gorgeous right now," he said increasing the speed, screaming into her ear as he could feel her walls clench around him.

She was getting close, Kavya fell onto the bed, screaming as she started squirting onto Henry. 

"Good girl Kitten, keep going," he said rubbing her pussy while he still kept thrusting in her butt hole. The place got soaked, Henry squeezed her legs together ready to cum into her ass. 

He came, roaring like the king he is, dropping his seed inside.

Making Kavya sigh, feeling exhausted. "Raja," she whispered as his body laid on hers.

"Kitten, thank you for indulging me," he said kissing her lips.

"You are always the king of the jungle, my daddy and Mr squirtsalot."

Henry kissed her hair, letting her sleep as he dozed off still inside her.

"Good night meri rani," he said smiling as he slept. 

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x ofc

[queenlegacyproductions]

The Dark Side of The Light

Pairing: Mustafa Ali/OC (Riley Carter)

Summary: Mustafa has acquired a new attitude on Raw with RETRIBUTION but his fondness for a certain returning Gangsta has not...although he has a different way of showing it.

Warnings: Violence, Praise kink, Spanking kink, Breeding kink, Choking kink, Daddy kink, Dom!Mustafa 

Author’s Note: I LIIIIIIIIIVVVEE! Yes, your girl is back at it again for the first time in months, and I come bearing the smut! It’s been a while since I wrote something like this so let’s hope I can knock off some of the rust from being M.I.A for so long. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!

~///~

‘Even the brightest of lights has some darkness in them.

These were the last words Mustafa remembered hearing her say to him on the night she was drafted to Raw from Smackdown last year. The last night the WWE Universe would see Riley Carter.

The last night The Heart of WWE would team with The American Gangsta. 

And within the time they’ve spent separated, Mustafa became more of a martyr in the name of the light. To be that beacon of positivity. To give hope to the younger generation that you overcome anything by being good.

And what has that gotten him?

Injured before Elimination Chamber.

Screwed at Money In The Bank.

And overlooked by management for every overly muscular, uncharismatic MMA reject.

Well, he’s had enough. No longer will he or anyone else for that matter be overlooked because they don’t fit the mold.

And with that new mindset, he formed RETRIBUTION who has been causing havoc on WWE, a team of abandoned misfits whose dreams were left in the dust by the business.

He finally decided to follow Riley's advice and let the rage and anger consume him.

She would be so proud of him…

...if he hadn’t did the dumbass.

Not a shocker there.

In the midst of his conquest of fighting the corruption within the WWE, he targeted the Fiend with RETRIBUTION but was unsuccessful when The Fiend disappeared with Alexa. When the lights came back on, The Hurt Business’ music started to play.

“And now, here comes the group that has had some problems with RETRIBUTION the past few weeks. The Hurt Business.” Tom phillps said as Bobby, Shelton, Cedric and MVP stood at the top of the ramp. 

“MVP said that The Hurt Business would deal with these masked cowards running roughshod in WWE and he plans on making good on that statement right now.” Samoa Joe said when they marched to the ring.

 “And it appears that Mustafa and RETRIBUTION isn’t backing down. They’re still in the ring.” Bryon addressed as RETRIBUTION stood their ground in the ring, taunting them. But before The Hurt Business could get into the ring, they were attacked by three masked assailants on the outside.

“What the hell? What’s going on?!” Michael yelled from the commentary table as one of the attackers threw Bobby over the barricade.

 “Looks like The Hurt Business is getting the hurt put on them.” Bryon said when another attacker threw MVP into the ring with RETRIBUTION who stepped back when the attacker followed him in as the rest beat up the others on the outside. The mysterious assailant picked up MVP, setting him for a small package driver.

“Wait! That move...looks familiar!” Mustafa heard Michael say as the masked figure hit the driver on MVP before they popped up to face RETRIBUTION head on. 

“Oh, ho. And now it looks like they’re turning their attention to Mustafa and RETRIBUTION.” Joe chuckled as the other two attackers slid into the ring, joining the other figure. T-BAR and MACE stepped forward as if to attack them but the masked person stepped forward with their hands up in surrender. 

“Wait. Looks like the masked attackers want no problem with RETRIBUTION.” Bryon said while the masked individual gestures towards their face covering. Ali steps forward, pushing T-BAR and MACE back to approach the individual. The three individuals reach behind their head to snatch the masks off their faces.

“Oh, my god! It’s the Carter triplets!” Bryon said as the two people that fell back were revealed to be Jordan and Michelle Carter, the youngest siblings of Riley, who stood in front of Mustafa with a cute mischievous smirk.

“It’s been a year since we last saw Riley Carter on Monday Night Raw but it’s been even longer than that since we’ve seen Ali be reunited with The American Gangsta.” Michael said as Mustafa looked Riley up and down, his eyes wide before he matched her smirk. He steps closer to her, pushing her silver highlights out of her face before he brings her closer to kiss her.

“And the more things change, the more they stay the same.” Joe said as Riley breaks the kiss, resting her forehead against his and the lights go out.

~///~

“The gangsta is back, baby! I. Am. Back!” Riley cheered when she got back to the hotel with Mustafa. He chuckled at her little victory dance.

“Yeah…” He scratches the back of his head, moving his hair out of her face. “And you didn’t even tell your boyfriend…” He feigned hurt which made Riley slap his shoulder.

“It’s not like I didn’t want to.” Riley laughed. “But I wanted to surprise you.” She steps closer to him, biting her lip as she looks him up and down. “Besides, you can’t tell me that you didn’t like it.” She teased.

Mustafa chuckled, shaking his head when he looked down at her. “That’s where you’re wrong.” His tone seems to get deeper, almost as if he was trying to intimidate her. “I didn’t like it.” He stepped up closer to her, making her take a step backwards.

“I didn’t like the fact that you returned to Raw without telling me.” He continued to step closer to her.

“Mustafa-.” Riley said as she kept backing up away from him. He shushed her.

“I didn’t like the fact that you got into RETRIBUTION’s business tonight just to make a statement.” He continued as the back of Riley’s knees hit the edge of the bed, trapping her when he stepped into her personal space.

“Baby, I-.” She gets cut off again when Mustafa puts a finger to her lips. 

“But you know what I really didn’t like?” He asked as he ran his fingers to her chin to tilt her head up to make her look up at him. He leaned closer to her when she shook her head. “I didn’t like that you always feel the need to put yourself in danger to protect me.” 

Riley swallows as she goes to say but she gets cut off with a gasp when Mustafa suddenly wraps his hand around her throat. “B-Baby, please. You’re starting to scare me…” She whispered, her chest heaving fear and growing arousal.

Mustafa then smirked. “Oh, kitten..” He squeezed a little tighter, encouraging a moan to slip from her lips. He leaned closer to her, almost kissing her lips. “I haven’t scared you yet.” 

Mustafa then kissed her aggressively, pushing her down on the bed without letting go of her neck. Riley’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she gave him a choked mewl when Mustafa squeezed her neck again. He lets her go to stand up straight to look at her breathless form laid out before him. She whimpers, closing her legs as if she was shying away from his intense gaze. 

“Uh,uh…” He tutted, grabbing her legs to pull her closer. “Don’t shy away from me, babygirl.” Mustafa teased, pulling her panties off her before he spread her legs again. “This is what you wanted huh, Riley?” He continued to tease her as he kissed up her calves. “Wanted the dark side of me, right?” Riley squeaked and squirmed as his kisses grew closer and closer to her core. “What was it that you always used to say?” He kissed her inner thighs.

“Ah! UH, fuck!” Riley shouted as she balls up her fists in the sheets. “Ah!” She yelped when he slapped her on her pussy. 

“Answer me, Kitten.” He commanded when he guided his fingers up and down her pedals slowly. “I won’t repeat myself.” 

“I said-uh!” Riley stammered when he teased her clit. “I-I said...I used to say...that...even the brightest of lights had some darkness in them.” She panted when he grabbed her neck again to make her look at him again.

“Good.” Mustafa kissed her lips, swallowing her moans. “Good girl.” He moves his hand down to her shirt collar. “I think you deserve a reward now, don’tcha?” 

“Mmhm…” She nodded, toying with the fingers of his other hand which made him laugh. 

“Love how submissive you get when you’re horny…” Mustafa teased before he kissed her. “That little innocent look on your face...makes me want to ruin you…”

“Mustafa…” Riley whines as she claws at his shirt. “You’re still completely clothed…” She bites her bottom lip when she manages to rip open his shirt, sending buttons flying across the room.

Mustafa laughed and grabbed her hands, pinning them to the bed above her head. “Kitten,”

He gives her a pointed look as if warning her. “Behave.” 

“But Daddy…” She huffed, pouting up at him as she writhed on the bed. Mustafa groaned underneath his breath at her ravenous behavior before he moved off the bed to remove the rest of his clothes. He then got back on the bed to attack her neck with kisses and aggressive love bites.

“You’ll be lucky if you can even walk after I’m done with you.” Mustafa growled in her ear, giving her right thigh a rough squeeze. Riley lets out a light giggle.

“Who said I wanted to?” Her tone giving away mischievous intentions as she wraps her legs around his. Riley bit her lip to stifle her giggles when he groaned again, this time in annoyance. She then let out a soft keen as Mustafa slowly slipped his dick inside her. “Oh, fuck…” She claws at his back.

“Kitten...Watch your claws.” He warned as he rolled his hips at a slow pace.

“Or what?” Riley continued to taunt him, chuckling before she cursed as he began to move his hips faster as he grabbed her jaw firmly.

“You must really miss me if you want me to put your pussy on life support.” Mustafa said before he pushed her knees towards the headband, making her scream over the sounds of the headboard smacking against the wall.

“Ah! Ahhh, fuck! Mu-Mustafa!” Riley’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, biting her lip to stifle her loud moaning.

“Uh-uh, baby..” He tutted before he pulled out to turn her onto her stomach. “Don’t go quiet on me now.” Any other time, you’re running your mouth, talking shit.” He grabs her by the hips, raising her ass to pull her back to his dick. “So don’t be silent when I show you your place.” 

Riley keens at his aggressive backshots as she pushes up on her hands to throw her head back in euphoria. “Oh my fucking god, baby! Fuck me just like that! Fuuuucccckk…” She bites her bottom lip as she starts to move her hips back against his. Mustafa then pulls her hair back into a ponytail before he yanks it back hard, turning her whining to shrieking. 

“There you go…” He rasped into her ear, moving his other hand to her throat. “Scream for me. Scream my name. I want the whole roster to know whose pussy this is, kitten…”

Riley breathes a wanton moan as she balls her fists into the sheets as Mustafa continues to hit her spot dead on. “Mustafa…” 

“I’m sorry.” He panted. “What was that?” He tugged on her hair again which resulted in a sharp yelp. “Say that again.”

“Daddy...please…” A strangled cry escapes her as Mustafa tightens his grip around her throat, her orgasm right on the edge. 

“Don’t play with me, lil girl…” he practically growled before he let her go. “Give me what I want.”

“Daddy, please!” She lets out a broken scream when he smacks her on the ass again, thrusts hitting a little harder before he suddenly stops. “Nononono, Daddy, please…” She collapsed on the bed, quivering as her orgasm remained on the edge. 

“F-Fuck…” Mustafa stutters, feeling her clench down on his cock. “How...t-the fuck are you this wet?’ I’m almost tempted to just give you a baby..” He breathed as he took ahold of her hips to stop her hips from moving.

“Do it…” Riley mewled at his words. “ I want it…”

“Yeah?” He purred again, kissing her temple. “My baby girl wants a baby, huh? Want a bunch of little ones running around?”

“Uh-huh!” She looks back at him with a smile as she notices the feral look in his eyes.

“Then take it.” He begins to roll his hips slowly, knowing that she’s right there on the edge.

“Mustafa-.” Riley shrieks as she finally reaches her peak, her body shaking violently as her pussy squirts, soaking the sheets beneath them.

“Shit, babygirl. You’re-You’re fucking-. Ah!” Mustafa cuts himself off, letting out a roar as he cums deep inside her, hands gripping her hips tight to the point of near bruising. “Shit, you are something else, baby doll.” 

“So what...people...tell me.” Was her response. Mustafa popped her on her sore ass. 

“Don’t sass me, woman.” He gently pulls out, laying down next to her. “I still have energy to go another round without taking a nap unlike you.”

Riley manages to give him a little giggle as she rolls over onto her back. “Never took you to make idle threats, my love.” 

A sigh was heard from beside her.

“You must really want to be in a wheelchair for the week, huh?”

“A week, huh? That’s the best you got?”

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[airis-paris14]

Wonder What She Thinks Epilogue

Summary: She learns to put herself first and he loses the best thing he ever had.

A/N: A new chapter of Starlight coming up next.

Warnings: None

Masterlist

It's Never Wrong When You're In Love...

I haven’t felt this type of thing in a while. I thought I lost myself in love until I found you.

- “Natural” Sabrina Claudio

I’m telling you right now from this day on, I’ve already weighed out the pros and cons, your just the woman I want.”

-"4evermore" Anthony David (ft. Algebra)

“Mrs. Jordan,” Michael leaned over and whispered in his bride’s ear. “Yes, Mr. Jordan?” Zoe beamed as she and her new husband waited for their cue to walk into the reception party. “You look absolutely breathtaking today. Coming down that aisle I was watching you like hot damn that’s my lady,” Michael grinned as Zoe slapped his arm, laughter falling from her lips. “Shut up, you were crying too,” the bride reminded, allowing Michael to wrap his arm around her waist.

“Yeah but that was the internal monologue,” he insisted as one of the tech workers handed each of them a microphone. The intro to “4evermore” by Anthony David began to blare on the other side of the banquet hall doors. “You ready?”

Zoe nodded and took her husband's hand. The doors opened on cue and the couple walked in belting their respective parts of the song.

“Forever’s a mighty long time but I really wanna spend it with you. I shine when you shine. There's really no substitute. 4evermore,”

The two danced around each other singing along with the track. The audience joined in clapping as the newlyweds continued their performance. “I’m making my plans just to be with you. It’s you and me, babe, till the days are through, And I ain’t ashamed, love, to say I do,” Michael crooned

They went through the chorus again before Zoe got her chance to shine, consequently surprising the guests who’d never heard her sing, “Pick a tree to carve our names, let the world know it’s not a game. Last longer than a wedding ring, generations tattooed with the love we bring. From the seeds we sow, to the time it takes to grow. Long enough to show you, I won’t let go of you. Without you, I'm incomplete, like this love song without this beat. I’m saying you are the man I need,” Zoe sang causing the crowd to erupt in cheers.

“I didn’t know Zoe could sing,” Shuri leaned over to her brother who was carrying both of his children in his arms. “She doesn’t often, but she’s great,” he nodded, trying to stop the regret flooding through his veins by bouncing his fussy two, almost, three-year-olds. He watched as their mother spun and sang with her husband. A man that wasn’t him. A man who was making her laugh and having fun on the dance floor as Camden started the rap verse in the song. His attention was then pulled to Nakia, as she laughed and danced on the sidelines of the dance floor cheering on Zoe and Michael with the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for the new Mr. And Mrs. Michael B. Jordan. That was the best wedding entrance I’ve ever seen,” the DJ announced as the crowd began settling back in their seats. Zoe-Iman laughed as Michael handed over their mics and pulled her in close for their first dance. “I’m serious, who giving the new Mrs. Jordan a record deal, cause sis got some mad pipes. I know all this money in here, there’s gotta be a music exec looking for fresh talent. But, imma get off my soapbox so this new union can enjoy their first dance as husband and wife.”

Soon, “Butterflies Pt.2” by Queen Naija was drifting from the speakers as Michael gently swayed with his new wife, the couple singing along softly to each other. “You going to ask Nakia to dance?” Shuri caught her brother’s attention as she grabbed her niece from his arms. Not wanting to be left behind, Meluzmi began wriggling from his father’s arms to get down to the floor with his sister. “I don’t think Nakia wants to talk to me.” The king glanced again at his ex-wife dancing with Camden. “Nonsense, you all were friends first,” Ramonda interrupted, stooping to kiss both of her grandchildren. “That is why your father, and hers, thought you would make a great match.”

“You all are running the country well together, for over a year now.” Shuri pointed out smiling as the toddlers began bopping along to the song with each other. “Business conversations do not mean she will want to dance with me. Besides, she seems like she is having a good time with Camden.”

Shuri shook her head, “I’m taking the twins to dance, Mama, do something with him please,” the now 19-year old shook her head and headed towards the floor as the song shifted, signaling that other couples could join the wedding party on the floor. “Dance with me,” Ramonda extended a hand and the son turned king accepted and escorted her onto the floor.

“You know,” the queen mother started a few seconds later, “the first time you brought Zoe home, I was sure that within a year or two, you’d be telling your father you wanted to marry her.”

T’Challa smiled, “I was that obvious?”

Ramonda chuckled, “Painfully. You were looking at her like a lovesick fool the whole time she was there. Your father tried several times to give you his permission to date him. Even blatantly asking if you all were dating, but you were so stubborn.”

T’Challa looked away and swallowed, “It was not my finest hour and it will forever remain one of my biggest regrets, but I am happy for her.”

“You are, but you are also jealous. Zoe gave you plenty of chances, she even bore your children T’Challa but you were so stubborn, you lost your chance. Now that she’s happy, you should try to find happiness of your own. If not with Nakia, try again with someone. Don’t spend your life believing these were the only two women who could ever have been a great wife. Zoe found her happiness, Nakia is working on hers, it’s time you find your own.”

“Umama-” the king started. “Happiness outside of your children T’Challa, you need adult company too. Company you actually like, the elders don’t count.”

The king sighed and glanced across the room, “I’d like to try again, but I fear I will always wonder what Nakia and Zoe think of her.”

“That is your problem, you always wonder what everyone else is thinking, son.”

“You loved Zoe, but you were so afraid that we would hate her, you hid her and lost her. You had feelings for Nakia, but you wondered what she would think about what you had done to Zoe, so you pushed her away. Stop wondering what one girl will think about the other. Find your happiness, then bring her around. You always attract wonderful people, and we all always love each other. Think about it son, who else’s ex-wife is good friends with the woman her husband was cheating and had children with?”

Ramonda laughed, watching Zoe and Nakia dance with the rest of the wedding party. The king joined in chuckling as his mother continued, “Stop pitting the women against each other before they can even meet. Just let yourself fall in love freely son. We just want you to be happy.”

Zoe instinctively held her head further back as a smirk crossed her new husband’s lips. “Now, Michael, this is a very expensive white dress-”

“And you look beautiful baby-,” he raised his hand with a piece of cake in it closer to Zoe’s face. “Michael,” Zoe whined as his smirk turned into a full-on grin, “What? I’m just trying to feed my beautiful wife.”

“No, you are not!” Zoe laughed and dodged Michael’s hand, “I don’t wanna ruin my makeup, I paid a lot for it,” the bride pouted. “Fine,” the groom sighed, “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Thank you,” Zoe beamed and allowed him to feed her the piece of cake, she leaned in, kissed his lips, and smashed the piece of cake and icing onto his face, “Gotcha,” she cackled as Michael wiped icing from his mouth. The guests doubled over in laughter as he wrapped a giggling Zoe up in his arms and shook her. “You play dirty,” he laughed. “Mama!” two voices cried out as Ka’aulani and Meluzmi ran to their mom and stepfather. “Cake,” Meluzmi pleaded and his twin nodded her head in agreement. “Okay baby, “Zoe smiled. Michael cut them two small pieces and handed Zoe a plate. The caterers took over cutting up the rest of the large cake for the couple as they led their children over to the main table.

Michael took his self-proclaimed best friend Meluzmi in his lap and let him try and figure out how to spear the soft pieces of dessert, before eventually helping him out. Not wanting her daughter to ruin her dress or hair, Zoe still couldn't understand how so much of the toddler’s meals ended up in her curls, the mother alternated between feeding the toddler and herself. The small family sat sharing cake in silence, bobbing softly to the beat of Kiss Me More while watching their guests tear it up on the dance floor and fight over pieces of cake. “There you two are!” Shuri sighed obviously frustrated, “ T’Challa is gonna kill me, he wanted me to keep them so you could enjoy yourself.”

“Girl,” Zoe dismissed. “He will be fine. My babies just wanted some cake and their mommy.”

On cue, the twins giggled. “Are you having fun?”

Shuri shrugged, I’m just glad to see you happy,” The teen admitted. “Yeah but you’re young, you should be out dancing, and not with two-year-olds.”

“I got a cousin, he’s 20, but I think y’all get along great,” Michael grinned and called the boy over. As predicted he and Shuri hit it off and as the party forged ahead, the couple saw the two dancing and shared a fist bump. “We’re definitely the matchmaking couple,” Zoe beamed.

As the party began to wind down hours later, T’Challa approached the couple for the second time that day and cleared his throat. “My mother and I were about to leave, I was gonna take the twins,” the king gestured towards the children sleeping peacefully, each spread over two chairs pushed together. “Oh okay, thank you for coming and babysitting,” Zoe Iman Jordan hugged her former best friend, ex-lover, and the father of her children, “I’m gonna go say goodnight to mama,” she squeezed Michael’s hand before leaving in search of the older matriarch. “I’ll help you grab the kids, '' Michael broke the silence.

T’Challa nodded and they grabbed the slobbering children from their makeshift beds and headed out of the venue to the cars. Once both twins were buckled, they leaned against the car awaiting the women’s arrival. “Michael thank you.”

“For what?” The actor turned to the monarch. “For loving Zoe and for bringing the light back to her life. For taking care of her and loving my children as your own, even when I wasn’t man enough to do the same.”

Michael nodded, “You know for the longest I hated you. I didn’t understand how one man could be so self-involved he couldn’t see how amazing of a woman he had right in his hand. I hated that you messed with Zoe’s head, made her second guess herself. Then I finally got her to a good place, she opened up, we were having a good time, then she found out she was pregnant. You wouldn’t even text her back about your own kids.” T’Challa nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, “If I could do it all again, I would do it differently believe me.”

I know,” the groom agreed, “but everything happens for a reason. I don’t approve of what you did, but if you had been a good partner, I probably wouldn’t be married to the love of my life right now. So I forgive you. And those kids, they are like my own. I am beyond glad that you’ve stepped up for them. I want them to have their father and a bonus father in their lives. You stay involved and love them, then there are no hard feelings between us.” The acclaimed actor extended a hand and T’Challa accepted his handshake. “You have my word, I’m never leaving them again.”

“Good.” Michael leaned back against the car and crossed his legs, hands stuffed in his tuxedo pockets. “So what’s next for you?” He asked a few beats later.

T’Challa exhaled, “I’m not sure, but I do know I wanna get my life back on track. Find someone and treat her right.”

“Then you do that man,” they stood up off of the car as Ramonda approached. “I just wonder what she’ll think of this family. It’s all a little bizarre isn’t it?”

“Yeah most baby mamas and ex-wives aren’t best friends, especially under our circumstances, but if she loves you and you love her, there’ll always be room in the family.”

“I appreciate that Michael.”

“Shuri staying with Nakia?” The actor asked when the queen mother reached the car. “Yes, she and your cousin have taken quite a liking to each other,” Ramonda raised an eyebrow. “You know me and Zoe will watch out for her,” Michael reassured. “I know, that is the only reason I’m letting her stay,” Ramonda answered.

“We’ll get her back to you safely later tonight. I promise,” The actor shoved his hands in his pocket and stepped back. “I guess we better get going then-”

“Wait,” Zoe walked out of the venue over to the car. “I didn’t get to kiss my babies goodbye,” the mother pouted. Michael laughed as T’Challa rolled his eyes. “Boy, don’t roll your eyes at me before they get stuck like that.” She slapped his chest before opening the car doors and kissing both of her toddlers.”

“Okay, we will swing by to pick them up after we get back. And you have everything packed for them right? You have Meluzmi’s inhaler, and enough clothes and replacement outfits? You got the earplugs too right? They hate heights and the sounds of the plane's engines when-”

“Zoe they will be fine. T’Challa reassured. “And if I don’t have it, you know my mother will make sure they get it. They will be fine. I can do this,” The king grabbed both of her hands and squeezed them gently. “I know, I know,” the young mother sighed, “This is just the longest I have been away from them ever and I’m nervous.” Michael moved up to wrap an arm around his wife’s waist and press a kiss to her forehead. “ Everything will be fine,” he soothed. “I know-”

“Then stop worrying,” T’Challa offered a sad smile, “You deserve this, to be happy, to have a break, to enjoy your honeymoon. You are an excellent mother Zoe, but they have a father too. So enjoy your break, enjoy your marriage. I promise they will be just as alive and happy as they are now when you get back from your trip.”

Zoe nodded and sighed, finally stepping back from the car with Michael at her side. “Okay, see you in three weeks. Thank you all again.”

“Anytime, you know I love my grandbabies.” Ramonda hugged the bride once more before closing the door facing the twins and taking a seat in the backseat next to them. “Ayy, Mike, it’s almost time for the garter toss,” Two of the groomsmen waved the couple over but T’Challa reached for Zoe’s hand. “Can we talk?”

Zoe nodded at her husband letting him know she was okay, he looked the king over once more before heading inside to watch from the doorway. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted you to know that you were right.”

“About what?” the bride squinted. “About deserving to be with someone who can say they love you in and out of the bedroom. You deserve someone who loves you out loud, and I’m glad you found it in Michael.”

Zoe smiled softly, “Thank you. I hope you find the same for yourself. We both deserve someone.”

“I think I already did but I kind of fucked it up...twice,” the king chuckled. “I’ll keep you updated on that front though.”

Zoe Iman nodded. T’Challa gestured to the doorway, “I think you better go though, your husband hasn’t stopped watching.” Zoe laughed, glancing over her shoulder at Michael who was, sure enough, watching from the door. “Yeah... Goodbye T’Challa.” Zoe pulled the king in for a hug before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Goodbye, Zoe… I love you,” he sighed once she had walked off out of earshot.

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[witchlyboo]

Definitely, maybe.

Part 1: The one with the bluest eyes.

Introduction. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five.

Summary: You tell the story of your first love to your son and the dramatic appearance of a human hurricane.

Pairing: Latina!reader x Logan Lerman x Tom Holland x Ben Hardy x Michael B. Jordan x Pedro Pascal x Timothee Chalamet.

Warnings: Angst, lots of misspellings (sorry) and language. Promise is going to be spicier next time.

a/n: This part took much time because I was in finals, please let me know if you like it and if there are some horrible and unforgivable misspellings, I’m learning (in private, don’t embarrasse me in front of the cool writers). Luv u for read this, thnx ✨

“Maybe if you blow it.” Your friend suggests sitting on the toilet as nervous as you are, maybe a little bit more; she is the kind of person that takes other people’s problems terribly personal and you have struggles with take yourself seriously, the perfect match. The pregnancy test has been laughing at you for the last ten minutes even when the box said the results are ready in three, and at this point of your life, you wouldn’t be surprised if you had bought the only test that doesn’t work in the entire world.

“What?!” You ask looking at her concerned, hoping that you misunderstood her Yorker accent. Sheep (the name you gave her for the volume of her hair that remained you to that sheep in the Zootopia movie) was getting in panic, you can hear it in her voice, and considering that she is the one that keeps you both down to earth, that is very bad news.

“Yeah, maybe you have to dry the pee and yours is too dense.” She concluded really proud of the argument she made; you think of it for a second but any explication other than the universe hates you is off the table.

“That doesn’t have any sense! I...” You hear someone knocking at the apartment’s door and the color of your cheeks magically disappeared. “Fuck, it’s him, he has to be so early all the time?”You check your make-up one more time and your whole outfit before get out off the bathroom giving Sheep a forehead kiss. “I’ll buy another one on the way back home.”

“Ok, I’m going to search on internet the better way to push you off the stairs if it’s positive.” You hear her say and that makes you laugh softly forgetting for a moment the posible consequence of the bad and drunk use of a condom.

A sight of a pregnancy is, surprisingly, not you mayor reason to be nervous, tonight is your first anniversary with Logan, actually, the first one with anyone, that’s an incredible achievement for you, you were dealing with your commitment issues since you were old enough to have a relationship. Yes, this is a big deal, but to be fair, it’s not all thanks to you. The way he makes love you look so easy is the main reason.

Logan is nice. More than that. He is the kind of guy that kisses your hand before holds it warmly close to his heart that beats faster every time you say his name. He is the first person to text your mom on her birthday and asked you for your permission on your first kiss. Soft pink parted lips and blue puppy eyes; if you look at them carefully you can easily get lost on the calm sea of emotions, the clear water makes you think that you can see through them but no, there’s a dark shade warning you that they are more deeper than you could ever imagine. Was that darkness that attracted you in the first place.

You decided to wear the tight black dress he likes the most, it covers two fingers above the knee but the neckline is low enough to let everyone know that, indeed, you have two breast and no shame in show them; those kind of dresses are made for skinnier woman with regular curves that are smaller than yours but you take it as an advantage, you struggled with love your body for so many years and now that you feel comfortable with it you won’t let anyone drag you down on that again.

“Hey.” You say opening the door and pretending that there’s not any possibility of being pregnant of his baby in that exact moment.

“Wow.” He says looking at you and you feel your heart do a little jump, feeling glad that you got the expected reaction. Usually you take your time when you dress or makeup, it is way more important to you to call it vanity, you express yourself through it, make yourself a little piece of art is an everyday thing.

“I know.” You respond hugging him and smelling that scent of his neck that you are obsessed with, not too masculine or feminine, expensive cologne, mint, and his vanilla conditioner; it is the smell of stability and care, things that you never thought you could need that much. You take your time to look at him in his completely black suit, including the tie and you think for the first time in your relationship with him that you might not be correctly dressed. “Do you think I’m underdress?”

“Nonsense, you look like the hot villain of a Marvel movie.” Being that the best compliment you ever had, you kiss him deeply placing your hands under his jacket, feeling the warm of his skin through his shirt, and pressing your nails in it, enjoying the sudden tension on his posture.

“If you keep doing that we won’t make it to dinner.” He whispers in your lips but the hold on your hips don’t get softer. You laugh and not complain knowing he was right, you hold his hand instead and walk out the building playing with the sound of your heels while he gives random squeezes to your hand.

You were so over the moon to see it, you’ll really wish you had seen it.

“Where are we going?” You ask when he starts driving. His parents gave him that car on his 21th birthday, thinking that your parents couldn’t afford one for themselves even if they save money for ten years, disturbes you a little. You can’t get use to a person that doesn’t see the price of stuff when buys it when you count cents at the end of the month.

His whole life is an outsider dream to you, he is about to graduate from medicine school, his parents planned to have him, are proud of him and you are sure that he has never had those invasives thoughts at 3 am. of feeling that you may never make it to success, or at least personal satisfaction.

“I have a surprise for you, two actually, we go for them and then we go to eat dinner with my parents, I know it’s our anniversary but my mom insisted, you know how she is and how much she loves you. I promise after that the night is ours.” He takes your hand and leaves a kiss on it before put it on the gear shift covering it with his own. The second red flag is as bright as the sun, but your head is too busy thinking in baby names to actually care.

“I thought we said no gifts.” You say looking at his growing beard. He is deliciously handsome, yes, you wouldn’t deny the superficiality of your system, you study plastic arts after all, it’s not a surprise that you admire the exterior beauty before everything else. And yes, you love his face religiously, most people wouldn’t agree with you when you say he is the most beautiful person you ever met in real life, but for you he is. The sofisticated angle of his nose, the way his pink lips are always sightly parted like he has all the answers and just waiting for you to make the questions; and yes, his eyes, you aren’t the kind of person that consider that the clear eyes are more beautiful than dark ones but his are out of this world, you had painted them countless times and never get tired.

“It’s not a gift if it’s for both of us, right?” As I said, he has all the answers, it makes you nervous to think that you may not have the right questions.

You arrive at a small two floors house you’ve never seen before, it is completely white and even from the outside you can tell it has a big garden; all the lights were out and it is an early night so you figure out it is empty.

“It’s time.” He whispers in your ear before kiss your cheek and gets out of the car, you don’t even try to open your own door, he puts the kids safety on when you deny all his attempts to open the door for you, it’s a fight that you agree to lose because internally you kind of like it, it doesn’t matter how much you say you don’t.

He opens the door for you, as usual, helps you get out, as usual, holds your hand, gives you a peck on the lips and softly says: let’s break-in.

“What?!” That’s not usual at all, you stay there for a few seconds watching him walk to the front door not believing your own eyes. It’s necessary clarify that everything about Logan is safe, his job, family, personality, habits and even sex, you used to think that soft vanilla isn’t a thing you’d particularly like to do all the time but he makes it works; he is not the kind of guy that takes you to crazy and adventurous dates.

“Are you out of your mind?! There might be people inside.” You yell in a whisper running to his side not really sure if you are scary of that new attitude or really really excited.

“They’re selling the house, it’s empty.” He knocks the door with an arched eyebrow and soft smile, making the situation less disturbing but not completely. He is so handsome and you never hated that before as you do now.

“I’m a foreign student, if the cops find me stealing gum they will kill me, or worst, deport me. You have any idea of what they’d to me if they catch me getting in the house of some white family?” You look around in case somebody’s watching but he holds your face with both of his hands and kiss your forehead.

“Coward.” He whispers before open a window and enters to the house as it is his property. You stay there again like an idiot thinking in all the consequences this may have, but the new attitude of Logan is so intoxicating and attractive that you take off your shoes and enter with him. “That’s my girl.” You hear him say while holds your hand helping you get in.

An empty house, as he said, completely white on the inside too but seems bigger, with huge windows and a beautiful view of the moon entering through a skylight in the middle of the hall. You walk around the place without saying anything, enjoying each other’s existence; you like that place already even when you have no idea what are you doing there.

“The surprise is me being deported? Because I rather a puppy or something.” You break the silence throwing your heels on the floor now that you feel more comfortable with being a criminal.

“Nope, it is outside.” He walks you to the garden and the feeling of the grass under your feet remains you of home, the smell of fresh air that is a hard thing to find in a big city like that makes you smile.

“Oh, so you been here before.” He holds your waist with both of his hands and starts dancing slowly, looking at you with the calmest sea you ever seen, his fingers caress slowly your back trying to get you closer to him, and you do it without hesitation, holding his neck and connecting your forehead with his.

“Angel.” He whispers when you hug his shoulders and rest your head on his neck getting drunk of that smell and the sound of his heartbeat that you can hear weakly, everything but his voice is completely silence. You could be like that all night, drunk of him and his wonderful way of loving you; you never play the game of who loves each other the most because deep inside you know that he does and you want to allow yourself to feel that.

A fresh air moves your pink hair and suddenly and with no warning something does click in your head, but it’s late, now that your start to connect the dots, the damage is done.

“This is our house.” He says interrupting the dance and giving a step back trying to look at you, you notice the red checks and a nervous smile but there’s nothing you can do. Just panic.

“I don’t get it.” You do but you try to make more time to think, think about what? You don’t know, fake a fainting is too dramatic but is everything you can think about. Stupid telenovelas with no practical life solutions.

“i bought this house, well, I will in a few years but everything is signed. Three bedrooms, garage, the garden you always wanted and is far and close enough of everything.” You forget how to breath, your body is frozen and you start hearing the beat of your own heart. “It is ok to begin, right? Our first child will grow up here and we can move out when we want to have more, you can paint and do everything you want while I’m working and finish my studies, decore the walls, create a club, invite friends...”

“Logan.” You try to stop him but he is too excited to hear you. He is describing everything you are scare about, he is creating the image of the perfect wife you never wanted to be and he is not even asking, you have too much feelings and not words enough to express them. You start hyperventilating and your heart is too scared that beats faster than ever trying to scape from your chest to be wherever but there.

You don’t want that life, not even if it comes with him.

“You told me once that love is a decision and when all the passion of the first times and honey moon phase disappears, the only thing left is choose to love consciously. I choose you every single day.” The panic attack appears when you see him getting on his knee and getting a little box of his pocket.

“No, no, no, no.” You whisper desperately trying to cover the box, and looking for the words that can make this less terrible, but you are not as delicate as he is with words, you’re not good enough for him, you’ll never be. The clear water of his eyes turns into grey, the smile is fading away and all you could do is breaking your own heart silently.

But, as expected, it gets worst.

You see his family and some friends getting out of the kitchen where they were hiding with balloons, food and the happier smile; they thought you were taking the ring and said yes, apparently he was so sure that you would accept that he invited everyone he cares to the celebration. You hear a wave of congratulations and got hugs from people you can’t even see, the only face you are worried about is watching you with a disappointed and confused face, the sea eyes are darker than ever and his lips fully close. You’ll never forget that terrible image.

“I can’t do this, I’m so sorry.” You mouthed escaping from the hugs that feels like chains from people that ignore completely the existence of you two, too happy and busy with the celebration to realize the madness they are standing in.

You enter to the house, take your heels of the floor and run away as fast as you can with that dress and no shoes on. The tears cover your cheeks and the feeling of the pavement hurts your feet but you can’t stop. You feel that do it will be the dead of you.

You stopped when the tears covered completely your view, you know you are close to your apartment but your broken heart can’t wait for you to get there, the bar of questionable reputation seems like a god place to have a mental breakdown so you put your back against the wall and try to stop the baby crying, at least until you are home.

Out of nowhere you hear a scream of pain that makes you jump and forget that you are the most horrible and miserable human being that ever existed. Was that an exaggeration? Yes. You couldn’t care less? Also yes.

The first thing you see is a lit cigar holding out of a peachy dry lips that were softly smiling, more like mocking while the owner had a hand on his chest and making groans of pain. You couldn’t see his face since he is inclined but can already tell that he is attractive.

“Are you okay?” You ask already knowing that he isn’t in any kind of pain but your manners and curiosity are too strong to ignore.

“No, please call an ambulance, my weakness just appeared, a hot girl crying in a tight dress.” That was so amazingly smooth that you didn’t have time to get mad, the confusion on your face is replaced with disappointment and lack of interest.

“Whatever, hope it kills you.” You say cleaning the tears of your cheek and covering your chest holding your arms and trying to look less vulnerable. You start walking again pretending that you have your dignity untouched and your life together.

“Oh, c’mon, I just want to help you, it’s not a good hour for a lonely lady dressed like that.” You hear him but don’t put much attention to his words, he isn’t saying anything you don’t know already “You’re practically asking for it.” That, in other side, makes you turn around to give him your coldest look, you aren’t depressed enough to ignore an insinuation of sexual abuse.

“He says pretending he is an American scumbag to catch the pink hair girl attention and offer her a ride.” You finally see his face, green eyes, blonde hair covered with a black beanie and a pretentious smirk that you immediately hate.

“No, thanks.” You start walking again and hear his fast steps coming closer to you, when you feel that he is just a step behind you, you turned around again facing him with a firm expression, he just needs to push a little more on your nerves to get your full range.

“Then...” He put his hands on the air and gives a step back when sees your expression trying to look harmless as posible. “Take my coat, I know no one has the right to touch you but they know that too and don’t give a shit.”

No giving you time to respond he takes off his coat and puts it on your shoulders, closes the chest bottom first to let you know that there’s no hidden intentions on his gesture.

“What kind of jerk lets a girl leave like this?” He asks in a soft tone closing the rest of the coat and breathes out the smoke of the cigarette up so it can’t reach you.

“I ran away.” You answer feeling the need to defend Logan’s honor, even when doesn’t matters anymore.

“You seem to be good at it.” The stupid mock appeared again and you close your fist imagining the feeling of erase it with a punch. “I’m here on weekends, return it whenever you want, cotton candy.” You frowned your eyebrows at the name and he laughs a little when sees it. “Strawberry cake, pinky cloud, monkey muffin, powerpuffgirl, I can go all night until you give me your name.” You don’t say anything and instead looks away making him know that that’s not an option. “Fine, monkey muffin then.” He winks at you and turnes around walking back to the bar, as an apparition.

“Why did you say no?” Evan asks with his plate full of food, he was so into the story that had no interest in anything else.

“I didn’t love him as I should and no one deserves that.” You say lose in your own thoughts, that was the first of many broken hearts and no close to be the worst of them. Evan understands and takes his time to the next question.

“Were you pregnant?” He sees you with a careful look, trying to not offends you or be insensitive.

“Nope” You remember the test giving finally a negative result when you went home.

“Who is the guy of the coat?”

“Oh, that’s Benjamin Fucking Hardy, but you have to finish your pizza first.”

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Celebrate the Olympic Spirit

Sure, the Olympics aren’t a holiday, per se, but the every-four-year, or two if you count both Summer and Winter editions separately, massive international sporting events sure seems like a reason to celebrate, especially given their recent, unprecedented delay. And what better way to get into the Games mood, than by watching a sports movie?

Here are my favorite motivating, inspirational, and aspirational tales of athletic derring do…

Favorite Sports Movies

The Cutting Edge (1992) - This figure skating romance was released around the 1992 Olympics, and actually name-checks that year's winter host city, Albertville, more than once.  It's not good in the traditional sense of great storytelling or athletic veracity, but I loved it so very much I saw it three times in the theater as a teen. Watching it at some point during every Winter Games is a tradition for me so, yeah, I can’t help it, I love this silly sports movie/romance, which also features a bit of holiday feels.

Wimbledon (2004) - It's a rom-com. It's a sports movie. It's a rom-com sports movie that really should be better known. Notting Hill but set at tennis' best-known event. Paul Bettany and Kristen Dunst have surprisingly great chemistry, and there's more sports-related tension than you'd think.

Friday Night Lights (2004) - A football movie for people who don't really like football. a.k.a. 🙋‍♀️. The TV series it spawned is also brilliant (”Clear Eyes, Full Hearts,” indeed), and well worth a watch, but the original movie, starring Billy Bob Thornton, is, honestly, a masterpiece. Definitely Peter Berg's best work and the original book, written by Berg's cousin, Buzz Bissinger, is a great read.

Muriel's Wedding (1994) - You mean you forgot this Australian export, which made Toni Collette a star, was a sports movie? Yep, one of my all-time favorite movies, of any genre, this absolutely brilliant, ABBA-soaked comedy is not only a girls-night go-to, but also a stealth Olympic sport classic.

Remember the Titans (2000) - OK, football isn't in the Olympics, but it sure does make for a good sports movie setting. Even if this early 1970s-set story is most definitely Disney-fied, Denzel Washington, Will Patton, Ryan Gosling and a baby Hayden Panettiere really sell this sort-of true story.

Invictus (2009)-Rugby isn't an Olympic sport, or even one most Americans know much about, but this Matt Damon-led, Clint Eastwood-directed, based-on-a-true-story tale made me care about a sport I'd only tangentially knew even existed before watching.

Hoosiers (1986)-I grew up in Indiana so, by law, I have to include this basketball classic on any "best of" sports movie lists. Also, it actually is really very good.

Rudy (1993)-Ditto the above. But, again, it's hard not to root for Sean Astin (and Jon Favreau!) in this love letter to the Fighting Irish. Plus, there’s no better scavenger hunt task or TikTok challenge than going into a bar and convincing a patron to allow you to put them on your shoulders and march around chanting, 'Rudy, Rudy, Rudy.' 

Miracle (2004) - Given how much more popular the Summer Olympics are, it's weird that the Winter Games seem to get all the good movies made about them, but this Kurt Russell-led true tale is another Disney sports movie classic.

McFarland, USA (2015) - Disney, and Kevin Costner, just really know how to make a sports movie, damn it! This movie made me care about cross country for which it, too, could have carried the title Miracle.

A League of Their Own (1992)-The best baseball movie ever. Yeah, I said what I said. Tom Hanks, Geena Davis, Lori Petty—even Madonna and Rosie O'Donnell are making it work. 1992 was a weirdly great year for sports movies.

Moneyball (2011) - A movie about baseball, and math, and yet it's also great, I swear. In addition to all of the above, it's also a stealth Christmas movie and maybe Chris Pratt's best non-Marvel, movie role.

Creed (2015) - This surprisingly effective Rocky reboot starring Michael B Jordan as Apollo Creed's illegitimate son has spawned its own movie series which, in many ways, exceeds the original Rocky franchise.

Rocky Balboa (2006) - Maybe it's because I was a toddler when the original Rocky came out, so only saw the ever-worse sequels as a kid, but this mid-aughts return to the character for Sylvester Stallone, as both writer and actor, is a triumph.

Eddie the Eagle (2016) - That Hugh Jackman features in as many movies (spoiler alert) on this list as Kevin Costner surprised me, too. This story of the English ski jumper who became infamous for being, well, less than golden, is one of those non-Olympic triumph stories that really works. If you're going to watch one underdog-at-the-Games movie, I definitely prefer this this to the more ubiquitous Cool Runnings.

Love & Basketball (2000) - Only because I'm an anglophile is this great, chemistry-filled Sanaa Lathan and Omar Epps college basketball romance not my favorite sports-movie-meets-rom-com.

I, Tonya (2017) - Margot Robbie and a nearly unrecognizable Sebastian Stan are perfectly cast in this sarcastic, highly stylized look at the Tonya Harding scandal.

Pride (2007) - Apparently I like this swimming movie, which I think almost no one saw, better than critics, but I found this 1970s-set, Terrence Howard-Bernie Mac-starring story of inner city kids excelling in the pool emotional and entertaining.

Field of Dreams (1989) - This Kevin Costner magical realism baseball classic is often goofy and imminently tease-worthy and yet…It also works. Maybe it's no surprise that someone who loves cheesy Christmas movies as much as I do would have a soft spot for Field of Dreams.

42 (2013) - Chadwick Boseman is absolutely fantastic as legend Jackie Robinson. One of those movies that's ostensibly about baseball, but is really about so much more, except not in a pretentious way.

Race (2016) - Before Jason Sudeikis was Ted Lasso, he was famed track coach Larry Synder in this Jesse Owens biopic that is far from perfect, but still important. Plus, I honestly don't think Stephan James got enough credit for his relatively nuanced portrayal of Owens.

Goon (2011) - This overlooked gem starring Sean William Scott as a semi-pro hockey player whose main skill is his ability to take, and dole out, a beating, is surprisingly great.

Real Steel (2011) - This is a robot-boxing movie starring Hugh Jackman that is basically Rocky meets Over the Top—and yet it's actually really good. Yeah, I was surprised, too.

Forget Paris (1995) - OK, so maybe Billy Crystal playing an NBA referee doesn't really make this a sports movie, but it does begin and end (spoiler alert) at real NBA games, and I will die on the hill that this rom-com co-starring Debra Winger is wildly under-rated.

Bend it like Beckham (2002) - This girl-power sports movie has some highly questionable romantic dynamics (the coach is their love interest???) but this Parminder Nagra-Keira Knightley movie is also a heckuva sports movie and an inspiring immigrant story.

Bonus Pick: The Apple TV+ series Ted Lasso is one of the best things I watched in 2020, and I'm sure of that, because I watched it twice since, just to be sure. Jason Sudekis is absolutely perfect as an American college football coach taking over a UK Premier League team. This sweet show with a heart of gold is smart, funny, and absolutely impossible not to love—even for a cynic such as myself.

More Sports Movies Worth Watching

For someone not very into sports, I am, apparently, into watching movies about sports, so while not a comprehensive listing of the entire, vast genre, here are a few more suggestions I personally think are worth watching.

The Miracle Season (2018) - This movie about high school volleyball champs whose star player dies suddenly stars Helen Hunt and is a lot better than you'd think based on its tiny budget and, honestly, fairly small story. Just missed making my Top 25.

The Way Back (2020) - This Ben Affleck as a drunken high school basketball coach movie is a lot better than expected. Released just as the pandemic kicked into high gear, it was overlooked last year, but worth seeking out.

Fighting with My Family (2019) - Does it count if it's a show, not a sport? Either way (but that's why this isn't in my Top 25), this stealth Christmas movie/love letter to the WWE is a lot better than it ever needed to be thanks to some really great performances from Florence Pugh, Lena Headey and directer Stephen Merchant. Even The Rock reins it in.

Warrior (2011) - You couldn't pay me to watch an actual UFC bout, but this Tom Hardy story of (literally) battling brothers is incredibly compelling and well done.

Win Win (2011) - This movie isn't really enough about wrestling, even though its ostensibly centered around the sport, to make it into my Top 25, but it's still really good, and Amy Ryan gives an outstanding performance.

Fever Pitch (2005) - Drew Barrymore and Jimmy Fallon star in this remake of a UK film whose ending they had to shift when the Red Sox unexpectedly won the World Series.

Fever Pitch (1997) - This Colin Firth-starring, Arsenal-centered original is much smaller, more realistic and arguably better than the big budget Barrymore-Fallon redux.

We are Marshall (2006) - A real-life sports tragedy made into a sports-movie tearjerker starring Matthew McConaughy. And my tears were very much jerked by the end.

Coach Carter (2005) - Samuel L Jackson plays real-life basketball coach Ken Carter and, because it's a Disney movie, doesn't use the F-word even once. Now that's a feat worthy of its own sports movie.

Invincible (2006) - Yes, it's Mark Wahlberg, and another based-on-a-true-story, Disney sports movie that hits all the cliches, but dang it, that works on me. It just does.

Glory Road (2006) - If you're sensing a theme with me and Disney sports movies…Well, you're not wrong. This look at the first all-Black starting lineup at the 1966 NCAA Final Four does, unfortunately, center white coach Don Haskins, played by Josh Lucas (though I always mis-remember it as Josh Charles), making the important story it tells less than what it should be, but it still mostly works.

Million Dollar Arm (2014) - Admittedly one of the lesser Disney sports movie entries, and another that centers a white guy in a film mostly about people of color (not a great look), this Jon Hamm movie about a scout seeking an Indian cricket star who can make it in the Major Leagues still mostly worked for me.

The Mighty Ducks (1992) - One of the few movies on this list aimed directly at kids, this beloved peewee hockey saga actually is cute, and mostly does hold up.

Cool Runnings (1993) - Kind of shocked this movie that is part White Savior-movie and part-wacky kids movie essentially making fun of a real group of athletes of color came out in 1993 and not 1973, but the earnest charm of John Candy and a general Disney gloss keep this from being totally unwatchable and mostly just mildly, rather than extremely, offensive. Not really recommending, but feels like it belongs on an Olympic movie list.

Nadia (1984) - This made-for-TV, mostly true biopic, starring Talia Balsam as Nadia Comaneci, was a Disney Channel staple in that network’s early days. 

Munich (2005) - It's a movie with the Olympics very much at its heart—namely the 1972 Israeli athlete hostage tragedy—that isn't really about the Olympics at all, but this Steven Spielberg-directed movie about national revenge is compelling, if problematic if you think about it for too long.

American Anthem (1986) - Is this Mitch Gaylord-Mrs. Wayne Gretzky (a.k.a Janet Jones) starring movie good, realistic and/or well-written? No, no and none of the above. But did I still watch it 8,000 times as a kid on HBO? Yes. Yes, I did.

Men with Brooms (2002) - Once, on a business trip to Canada, my husband was stuck in a hotel that only got three channels, and one of them always seemed to be showing curling, which actually got him weirdly into this obscure sport. This movie wasn't quite as fun as I hoped, but it's still a mostly charming, if slight, Canadian classic.

Unbroken (2014) - The harrowing and incredible real-life story of Louis Zamperini deserved better than this Angelina Jolie-directed movie delivered, but it's still a serviceable version of a worthy tale.

Chariots of Fire (1981) - I remember being bored out of my mind by this movie trying to watch this movie on cable as a kid, but no denying that, if nothing else, the score is iconic and indelibly linked to sports-movie magic.

Without Limits (1998) - Jared Leto’s Prefontaine beat this one to the theaters, but this Billy Crudup-starring film is the better of the two movies about the life of running pioneer Steve Prefontaine. There’s also a 1995 documentary, Fire on the Track: The Steve Prefontaine Story.

Personal Best (1982) - Mariel Hemingway’s story of ambition at odds with love, is a sports and LGTBQ+ classic. 

Olympic Dreams (2019) - The story of how this small, meandering movie was made during the 2018 Winter Games is, unfortunately, more interesting than the movie itself, but there is some charm in watching Nick Kroll as an Olympic dentist making his way through the real Village, while interacting with real athletes.

Foxcatcher (2015) - This excellently-acted story is more true crime than sports inspiration, but if you're seeking a look at the dark side of the Games—and don’t want to turn on a doc like Athlete A—this is very dark tale indeed.

Seabiscuit (2003) - Every great athlete deserves to have their story told.

Any Given Sunday (1999) - Oliver Stone and Al Pacino take on pro Football. 'Nuff said.

The Replacements (2000) - I mean, the movie isn't amazing, but Keanu Reeves is super charming and Gene Hackman is always worth a watch.

The Program (1993) - Another bit of a dark-side-of-football take, worth it if only for the fantastic cast: James Caan, Halle Berry, Omar Eps, Joey Lauren Adams.

Everbody’s All-American (1988) - Not a movie I particularly love, but this Dennis Quaid-Jessica Lange football story that spans decades has always stuck in my memory.

Bull Durham (1988) - Just let Kevin Costner play actual baseball already.

[socialitism]

( ✘*;  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐….. 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 )

did ADAM BAKER  chase one of seven sins seven miles down the coast? originally from KEY WEST, FL, the TWENTY-SEVEN OLD MALE is a/the BARTENDER and has lived in the key for HIS WHOLE LIFE. HE is suppose to call MIDTOWN home, but there is always temptation lurking between the streets and the ocean that keeps HE from heading back. sinners and saints take many forms, but they look like MICHAEL B JORDAN and on their way to make decisions, good and bad, they always seem to sway to the beat of DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME BY PANIC AT THE DISCO. 

NAME  :   adam baker NICKNAMES  :  adam GENDER / PRONOUNS  :  male  &  he / him AGE  :  twenty-seven DATE OF BIRTH  :  tbd ZODIAC SIGN  :  gemini HOMETOWN  :   key west, fl CURRENT RESIDENCE  :   key west, fl NATIONALITY  :  american ETHNICITY :   american SEXUALITY :   straight OCCUPATION :   bartender at whiskey lullaby

biography. profile. stats. wanted connections.

/  *  𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

tw: family drama, bullying, low confidence, self esteem

▸･ﾟ✧ — m e e t  a d a m;

+ ambitious, fun-loving, humble, confident

- insecure, secretive, reckless, nervous

𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎

𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: adam williams baker

𝚊𝚐𝚎: twenty-seven

𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢: tbd

𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗: gemini

𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: heterosexual

𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 5′8″

𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏

♔ ——  adam is a tough guy who knows what he wants and how to get it.

♔ ——  adam had a normal childhood. he was raised by his parents in sunny key west, fl

♔ ——  adam can be described as “a guy that always gets his way, referring to how he tends get what he wants easier than other people might. adam does have a dark side like everyone does. he is a bit of wild child and a rebel.

♔ —— he can be an emotional rollercoaster when it comes to his state of mind depending on the situation. adam ran away from home when he was only eighteen. he was sick and tired of his parent’s strict rules and everything.

♔ —— adam can be a bit fragile when it comes opening up to anyone emotionally or otherwise.

♔ —— adam is a hopeless romantic but when it comes to someone he finds attractive he gets tongue-tied and stutters in front of them.

♔ —— when he was a child adam was always a little bit of a film nerd, and kids being kids, they teased him for it. there were many times that adam went home from school crying, and no matter how much his parents or his siblings assured him that he was fine exactly the way he was, he could never really wrap his mind around the idea. when people tell you something over, and over, and over again, eventually it’s hard to not believe it. adam suffered with low self-esteem throughout his childhood and adolescence, and it affected everything about him. he was quiet, never took up too much space. he rarely spoke unless spoken to, even if there was something on his mind. he went out of his way to make other people comfortable if it prevented causing a scene, and was overly nice when people spoke to him to the point that others thought it strange.

♔ —— girls started taking interest in him, and adam felt his confidence peaking.  *more to be developed*

♔ —— adam is very much a mess of contradictions. he loves the feeling of being wanted, but at the same time worries that people are looking at him for the wrong reasons. he loves the person he’s becoming, but deep down, he can’t quite overcome the self-hatred that has been ingrained in him.  he’s caught between who he really is and who he wants to be, and sometimes he gets a little lost in the midst of it. on the outside, however, adam’s is outspoken and opinionated. he won’t hesitate to tell you how he’s feeling, positive or negative. he’s fiercely protective of his friends, and extremely loyal. he’s passionate, fiery, and headstrong. those who really know him, however, might catch glimpses of his more vulnerable side. he treats those he holds dear like absolute gold and would go to the ends of the earth for them. on the flip side of that, though, he holds a grudge like no other, and finds  it hard to forgive those who have wronged him.

♔ —— more to be added

𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

mutual crush on both sides

enemies

childhood friends

unrequited love

first love

ride or die

best friend(s)

open to more just im me

#sevenmiles.intro #adam. intro #tw: family problems #tw: self esteem #tw: bullying

[honeytea8]

Here I am again with some HC’s you ain’t ask for (except maybe @redbeanb0i 🤣), so just go with it! Shoutout to the anon(s) who said that Avdol listens to Lizzo lmao this is for y’all too!

✨Stardust Crusaders and Their Song Picks✨

(based off SOME of my playlists/tastes)

Muhammad Avdol 🔥

Ngl, I see him as someone who likes anything with a nice beat and a tempo he can vibe to. He and Oldseph have literally the same music taste, which you will see later, but Avdol’s definitely more modernized. He has a jazz and soft rock collection which is cool and all, but sometimes, you just wanna a lil some-some while you feed your chickens 😂 (which is also why I have a few afrobeats in here for him too!).

“Truth Hurts” — Lizzo

“Candy” — Cameo

“Creep” — TLC

“Good as Hell” — Lizzo

“LOVE. FEAT. ZACARI” — Kendrick Lamar

“Mad Over You” — Runtown

“Skin Tight” — Mr. Eazi

“Adorn” — Miguel

Jean-Pierre Polnareff ⚔️

Polnareff sits in that limbo/middle ground between hype and chill. He mostly listens to upbeat songs that have him either bumpin his head or dancing like a fool; has the occasional turn up song too, of course. I think he’s probably the most accepting of other music genres as well, so his tastes would be all over the place. Polnareff listens to whatever his ears enjoy the most! Actively seeking for new music too omg!

“Level Up” — Ciara

“Tempo” — Lizzo

“Hotline Bling” — Drake

“Way Back Home” — SHAUN

“Adore You” — Harry Styles

“MONOPOLY” — Victoria Monet

“Captain Hook” — Megan Thee Stallion

Bonus: “WAP” — Cardi B, Megan Thee Stallion 😈

Kakyoin Noriaki 💚

The Chill Shit™! Basically songs he can play in the background while he sketches, reads or writes. I strongly believe that he and Jotaro prefer LoFi beats/game instrumentals/anime OP or ED’s. But based on what I listen to, I’d say his tastes are really soft vibes, though I can totally see him dipping into Polnareff’s playlist too. Prefers chill rappers like Childish Gambino and soulful RnB singers.

“Sober” — Childish Gambino

“Get You” — Daniel Caesar

“The Weekend” — SZA

“Reborn” — Kid Cudi

“NO HALO” — BROCKHAMPTON

“I Want You Around” — Snoh Aalegra

“Forrest Gump” — Frank Ocean

“Eternal Sunshine” — Jhene Aiko

Old!Joseph Joestar 🦾

Only the classics baby! The stuff that makes him feel young again; funky, groovy beats, or smooth and soulful ballads. That’s the stuff that has him pulling Suzi Q close and giving her a giant smooch, then twirling her around as they dance in the middle of their living room 🥺🥺😭 (tbh, I can see him really liking Usher too)

“Never Too Much” — Luther Vandross

“PYT” — Michael Jackson

“What You Won’t Do For Love” — Bobby Caldwell (this!!!!)

“September” — Earth, Wind & Fire

“Get Down on It” — Kool & The Gang

“Confessions Part II” — Usher (I swear I’m not trying to be funny or ironic....okay yes I am LMFAO)

“Ordinary People” — John Legend

Jotaro Kujo ⭐️

Kind of a tough cookie, ngl. I feel like him and Kakyoin are similar in tastes, but he wouldn’t appreciate some of the soft songs I have on my playlists. Like I said, LoFi beats are his go to, because they’re easier to tune out and he doesn’t get bogged down with lyrics. If he had to choose, here’s what I think he’d select. Also don’t see him as a rap fan that much, but if he listens to it, it’s 1000% because the lyrics resonate.

“Home” — BROCKHAMPTON

“Selfish” — Jordan Rakei

“Drive Safe” — Rich Brian

“Cocoa Butter Kisses” — Chance the Rapper (irony aha)

“Acid Rain” — Chance the Rapper

“instagram” — DEAN

“Apparently” — J. Cole

Honestly, I could go on for forever, especially considering this is mostly one genre of music and totally not all they listen to. If y’all want a Spotify playlist including other genres, lemme know, I feel like that would be super fun to do.

Also, should I do Bucci gang or the Morioh peeps next?? 👀

#stardust crusaders #jean pierre polnareff #muhammad avdol #joseph joestar #kakyoin noriaki #jotaro kujo #jojo #jjba #sdc #jojo’s bizarre adventure

[punkcupcakestyles]

Love Song

Part 15

Catch Up!

Sofia Welsh-De La Rosa and Timothée Chalamet will star in new Amazon series and, honestly, I won’t talk about anything else ever again

Amazon Prime has just announced the release of its new original series set in 1970’s New York. According to Hollywood Reporter, the new series will be lead by Sofia Welsh - De La Rosa, Timothée Chalamet, and Logan Lerman, and will be produced by Jordan Peele (Get Out and Us) and directed by Christina Hodson (Birds of Prey). The ambitious project is in talks with some other big names in Hollywood, such as Meryl Streep and even Robert de Niro, to join the series.

Honestly, I’m gagging. 

This might come as a surprise as both Sofia, who has been enjoying lots of Oscar’s buzz for the third year in a row, and Timothèe are on the prime of their movie careers, as two of the most prominent young actors in Hollywood, but according to many sources, Sofia has been looking for a way to work with Peele for a long time, while Timothèe is excited to add some action to his resume, after his role in Hostiles and The King. Also, rumor has it, Amazon is willing to pay a hefty (and I mean hefty) amount of money to sign the young stars. 

As for Logan Lerman, this is his the actor’s first TV role since 2005 and is set to be his comeback after his career faded a bit to the background. With the star-studded cast, Amazon is hoping this to be the platform’s next big hit. 

There is no doubt that Sofia, Timothèe, and Logan are three of THE most talented young actors today, with Sofia being the reigning queen of the pack. Recently, the actress has played a pirate, a thief, a devious courtesan and a feminist writer trying to bring down love, and she’s been rumored to have just signed a deal with Disney to play her very own princess, as well as an undisclosed character in MCU’s highly anticipated Black Widow. She truly has the range, Darling!

Sofia was seen having coffee with Timothèe early in the week, before the show’s announcement, which sparked rumors that the actress had ended things with Harry Styles after he had dinner with his ex in London. She was also seen leaving the James Corden Late Late Night’s studio with Logan...

@BobbyC I’m sorry but all of them are gay...

@Peanutbuttah Eh, she can’t act anyway

@Loveisloud @peanutbuttah She can act, she has been in commercial and art-house movies and has received rave reviews every time. You just don’t like her because she’s dating your fave. 

@Arewethereyet she’s an sl*t. So glad Harry’s done with her…

@Soph Are you drunk Buzzfeed? One does not leave Harry Styles for anyone!

****

Harry was cooking. 

The air smelled like garlic and butter and I breathed in deeply, just realizing how fucking hungry I was, as I followed him to the kitchen. It just occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten anything that day, other than a cup of coffee that Harry had made me in the morning. It was a little strong for my taste, I liked mine with sugar, even when my mom kept telling me I was being violently disrespectful to coffee. I didn’t care, not one bit. 

I never really ate on interviews or auditions days, it made my tummy feel funny and I was usually afraid that my clothes wouldn’t fit like they were supposed to after, so, no food for me, thank you. Usually, D would force-feed me as soon as we were done, practically shoving fruits, nuts, and salads down my throat (sometimes even a burger!), but today I was way too anxious and excited to even pay attention to her efforts. I was going on a date with Harry, I couldn’t care less about anything else!!!

And now, I was fucking hungry and it smelled even better in the kitchen.

“I didn’t know you cooked,” I smiled, looking at the pasta that was boiling on the stove and the bubbling alfredo sauce. Grilled prawns and a green salad were carefully plated in rustic blue and gold plates.

My eyes traveled to him, and I saw him hesitate for a second before he gifted me with a shy smile. He was so lovely, it was no surprise that my head became fuzzy every time I was around him. Even the most superficial thought struggled to grab a hold to my brain. I wondered if anyone could keep their wits around him, but somehow, I doubted it.

“It takes my mind off of things,” he finally said. “And I kinda wanted to impress you, I guess.” 

The admission made my heart soar in my chest and I beamed at him as he stood in front of me. I admired his beauty for a second, his skin was slightly tanned and it looked almost delicious against the white fabric of his shirt, and his smile was warm, making me feel giddy as he trapped me against the counter with his arms on each side of my body. 

I wanted to kiss him, so so badly, but instead, I let my fingers brush over his neck until they reached the tips of his hair. It tickled and he laughed softly with the most wonderful smile.

“Really?” I asked him softly, cause I didn’t want to break the intimate moment we were sharing. 

“Yeah. A bit silly, innit?”

“No, it’s not silly. But, if you wanted to impress me, then you should’ve made a chocolate lava cake,” I teased. “You would’ve gotten me, then.”

“Chocolate, uh?” The right corner of his lip shot upwards, and an adoring feeling hit me right in the chest like a tidal wave. 

“Yeap.”

“I’ll keep it in mind for next time,” Harry muttered, his words getting lost in the air as he leaned down to kiss me.

I realized that it was all I wanted: To kiss him slowly, maybe even for hours. But I knew I had to stop him. I was under his spell and there was nothing I could do about it, nothing I wanted to do, anyway. But even I could admit that this was just a dream, one that I wanted to remember every second of. So when he was gone, I would still have those memories. 

So before his lips could brush mine, before he could melt my brain with his kisses, I pressed my forehead to his and dropped my hands to his chest, right where his heart was beating rapidly. 

“Sorry,” I said shyly, casting my eyes down so I wouldn’t have to look at him, not a few more seconds, not until I had gathered the will to stand strong by my decision. 

“Is there something wrong?” His voice was full of sincere concern, a little bit rougher as well, which made his accent more noticeable. 

“No,” I shook my head, finally looking into his green eyes. “Everything’s perfect.”

“You just don’t want me to kiss you?”

“It’s just...I want to remember every bit of tonight,” I said, as I tried to ease the utter embarrassment that was crawling over my chest. Who said stuff like that? Writers in cheesy movies or bad teen shows. Fuck. 

“Except for my kisses?” He insisted, almost like a little boy fishing for reassurance. I brought my fingers to his cheek and grazed them it until he smiled at me. 

The answer was “fuck, no”. His kisses were a memory I wanted to carry with me forever. But I also wanted to have that night, so I could carry it with me, and compare it to every other date, every other person that would come my way. 

“I want to remember the little details,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “The dinner you made, which is really close to burning, the grandpa pants…”

“Hey! These look cool! And the sauce, I have it under control!”

“If you say so,” I sneered mischievously, twisting my lips into a mocking smile as he pretended to be offended. “And I want to remember everything you did to make me feel special”

Harry’s arms looped around my waist as he pulled me to his chest and I hugged him back and looked at him, battling the need to just lean in and kiss him. His lips were so pink. 

We both sucked at the whole “no kissing allowed” thing, and somehow that made me feel a lot better. For once, I wasn’t the needy, dreamy one. 

“What do you think?” I asked in a whisper, smiling against the brush of his lips as he bumped our noses together.

“I want to kiss you, Sof, all fucking night long,” he pouted. “Been thinking ‘bout it all day.”

“I’ll make it up to you. Just...lemme have this, yeah?”

“Why?”

“Cause…” I laughed embarrassedly. “I already have your kisses in a little folder in my brain. Now I wanna have this.”

“Is it just me in that folder?” Harry asked, suddenly interested in some other thing that frowning. Curiosity and amusement were burning in his stare and I rolled my eyes at him, almost scoffing at the fact that was the only thing that had managed to catch his attention. 

“Mostly you…” I conceded, even though the petty part of me was all for rolling out with a long list of names before I got to his name. “And Sebastian Stan…” I said, not being able to resist it. 

“Bucky Barnes?” His eyebrows twisted in confusion and he looked at me as I licked my lips, considering just how weird I wanted my answer to be.  

“And the cartoon, too...” I replied, a little bit too casually for it to go unnoticed, but Harry didn’t seem to notice, cause as he was nodding thoughtfully, his hands traveled to my neck again, making me look at him as he dipped his head down to reach the curve of my neck. 

“That’s a bit greedy, baby,” He whispered against my skin, pressing soft kisses down to my pulse point. I wasn’t sure if that was technically a kiss, and I didn’t care, it felt so good. “Someone else?” He was cheating, and we both knew it. I could feel his smile growing bigger, and I sighed as he grazed his teeth over the curve of my neck and let his tongue soothe my skin. “Babe?” He insisted, just to tease me. It was hard to think, and he knew it, but I wasn’t going to admit it just yet. 

“Uh.” I licked my lips and struggled for a second, as I struggled to remember what was it that I was going to say. “Chris Evans, “ I began. “and uh, Michael B. Jordan. Mmm… and Logan Lerman.”

“Isn’t that the guy you’re gonna work with?” He asked, stopping suddenly to look at me. I fluttered my eyes open and smiled when they could finally focus on him. 

“Yeah, him and Timothée Chalamet.”

“Mmmm...I don’t know if I want to share my folder with them,” Harry pouted, which made me laugh. I realized it was no laughing matter, but still, a warm, almost giddy, laughter kept bubbling out of my tummy. 

“Why? Does it make you jealous, H?” I teased.

“Should I be?”

“Mmmm...I don’t know. I honestly think I would let Logan fuck me...those eyes, man.”

“So funny, S…” Harry rolled his eyes. He was not as amused as I had expected him to be. 

“You shouldn’t be,” I said softly, looking him in the eyes, serious and sincere.  

“You sure?” He asked and I was sure he wasn’t talking about Logan Lerman anymore. 

“I’m sure, baby.” I wasn’t even lying. “So, who’s in yours?” I asked, cause maybe that’d take attention away from myself. I didn’t think things through though, cause he had a whole bunch of options for his answer. Who could it be? One of his supermodel exes? His singer ex? This wasn’t a fun game at all. 

“You.”

“Oh, so THAT’S how you answer that kind of question!!” I exclaimed, which made him laugh, and, as he did so, his dimples showed on his face, making him look a little boyish. He was fucking pretty, Jesus. 

“I’m not even trying to be a good boyfriend here,” Harry chuckled, and I relished on the way the word `boyfriend” sounded out of his lips. So pretty, so fucking pretty. “My folder is called “When Sof’s not around”, and I think we need to fill it up, so I don’t run out of thoughts.”

“Oh, we don’t want that,” I scrunched up my nose and shook my head at him as a smile played on my lips. I was so fucking happy and I couldn’t even figure out why. 

“No, we don’t.” The tip of his tongue lapped across his pink lips, and I followed it with my eyes, taking a second or two before I peered up to him again. “I was hoping we could kiss all night,” he said softly. “and maybe I could eat you out by the pool.”

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit…”

“You wouldn’t need one, baby,” Harry laughed, a mix of mischief and endearment lacing with it. I couldn’t stop staring at him, and my knees wobbled a bit as he leaned down, bumping our noses together one more time, as the soft brush of his lips against my skin made me shiver. 

“Don’t cheat,” I whispered and his soft laugh echoed down in every inch of my body. His lips grazed over my forehead, as he pressed a soft kiss to my skin. 

“Ok, baby. We’ll do it your way.”

“Thank you.”

“I think it’s silly, y’know?” He started, pushing me back so he could look at me with his bright green eyes. “We’re just starting, Sof.”

****

I wanted to kiss him. 

I looked at him, licking a spoonful of dessert with my head propped on my hand as I listened to him talk, but all I could think of was how much I wanted to lick the trace of chocolate out of his lips. 

“Is there something wrong, S?” I noticed there wasn’t much concern in his voice, not like there usually was when he asked me if I was ok. This time, there was a hint of mockery, almost as if he knew exactly what I was thinking and that all I wanted to do was to sit on his lap and press soft kisses from his jaw to his lips. 

Fuck.

“No,” I smiled sweetly, cause I wasn’t one to go down without a fight, and I took his hand in mine and pressed it to my lips before I looked at him again. 

“Were you distracted?” His smile was turning more devilish as the seconds went by and I felt myself get warm as he leaned closer, his hands dropping to my thigh and pressing softly to it.

He wasn’t gonna win. I was not going to let him. 

“Nope,” I said, letting the ‘p’ pop between my lips. “Tell me about your album, I promise I’ll be a grown-up about it.” 

“Nice save…” Harry chuckled. “I think you’re gonna like it.”

“I have recently discovered that I’m a very jealous person. I don’t think I’ll like it, but I’ll be happy for you.”

“You shouldn’t be jealous.” A smile tugged on his lips and I felt warm, so warm inside, I couldn’t help but smile as well. “And I think you’re like it, especially since I made a few last-minute changes, against Jeff’s will.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he kept saying I had the guts, the audacity to change the album when we’re about to drop the first single.”

“What changes?” I insisted, because Jeff’s feelings were the least of my concern at the moment. 

I wished I could have played it cool. Maybe that would’ve made me look more interesting, aloof, unapproachable, and all those things a girl should be in front of her crush. But my heart was racing and the world was turning chaotic as my head ticked, like a tiny little bomb. 

I needed to know. 

Tick, tick. 

“You’re already sure you’re not gonna like it,” Harry smirked, surely unaware of the mess inside my head. “You might as well wait for it.”

No!!! TIck tick. 

“Oh, please, please, pretty please?? What’s the advantage of this if I can’t get a tiny sneak peek?”

“Well, for instance, you get me to cook for you…”

“It was delicious, thank you.”

“And you get me to eat you out at night when you’re not being stubborn and imposing kiss-bans.”

“I like that very much, too,” I giggled, looking at his green eyes as he got just a bit closer, just an inch away from me. 

“So it’s not such a bad deal, is it?”

“I guess not.”

“Good.” His bottom lip rolled into his lips and he bit it thoughtfully for a couple of seconds as his eyes kept burning little holes into my soul. That’s how it felt. “Let’s watch a movie, baby. Are there any bans on cuddling?”

“No, not yet.”

His fingers squeezed mine and he got up swiftly from the table, smiling brightly as we covered the few steps to a different room near the pool, where a giant screen awaited for us. There were a bunch of individuals blue chair, blue and velvety, and a larger one, that was meant to comfortably fit two. The room was dark, only lit by the lights coming from the screen, and I followed him blindly until we were sitting side by side. Slowly, we found each other, and as Harry sat against the armchair, I settled between his legs, cuddling up to his chest while his large hand rested on the curve of my waist. 

He smelled like a lazy Sunday morning when the rain is lightly tapping on your windows and all you can hear are the chirping birds when still early, so the world hasn’t woken up just yet and you get to focus on that feeling, on the promise of what’s coming. 

He also smelled like pasta and chocolate, and I didn’t mind that at all. 

He felt soft, comforting, and sweet, but above all, he felt safe. I was safe with him. 

And, I struggled for a bit, trying to understand what came next, what was the warmth and giddiness that settled in my tummy every time I looked at him. 

“You ok, baby?” Harry asked and I nodded absentmindedly, not ready to let my thoughts go just yet. What was it? “Wanna watch Set It Up?”

“Yeah, whatever you want. your choice.”

“Are you sure you’re ok? You don’t say that often.”

“Oh, shhh, Harry I always do whatever you want.”

“We definitely have different definitions of ‘Whatever Harry wants’” He mused and I propped myself up to look at him, almost suspiciously, almost angry.

“Do we? What do you want?” I asked. 

“To kiss you. And for you to stay the night.”

“I have a bed, y’know?” I quirked my eyebrow, looking at him as I had already won the argument. 

“Yeah, unfortunately…”

“And we promised we would behave tonight.”

“You can stay in a different room,” he offered. “Or I will.”

“What’s the point then?”

“You won’t have to miss me in the morning…” he shrugged. I laughed out loud, despite my best efforts to look offended. “And I won’t have to miss you.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Love. 

He looked a lot like love. 

And love looked a lot like him. 

***

Harry Styles and Sofia Welsh were out grabbing Fro-yo and I’ll never be as cool as either of them

Yes, I know what you’re gonna say: Are they paying you to write this sh*t? And the answer is yes! someone’s paying me to write this sh*t! Alas, neither Harry nor Sofia is. I wish. 

The usually private couple, and bear in mind I am using the word couple loosely here as they haven’t confirmed to be dating, gave the world a glimpse of their relationship as they stepped out in Los Angeles to grab ice-creams and bubble teas, along with friends.

Ever since the rumors of their relationship spread around, the couple has been mostly keeping a low profile - which is not very surprising as Harry Styles is not very open about his personal life since he was a member of One Direction and a large part of his fans believed him to be romantically involved with one of his bandmates (that was a mouthful! And also very true, there has been a lot of conspiracy theories about it)

Sofia, who’s in the middle of an Oscar campaign (and has been showing us just how much designers adore her), sported a pair of leggings, a crop top, and a large blazer, a perfect outfit for the ever-changing LA weather, and looked happy and relaxed as she waited for Harry to get their orders. Both stars took photos with fans and left together in Styles’ classic car…

****

We were made out of good intentions. 

We slept together that night and every night after that for an entire week. We didn’t do much, we kissed and cuddled, and spent our mornings lazily together until one of us had to go out to the real world. We even went out and we kept stealing looks and smiles at each other, like two little kids that were too shy in front of their crushes. 

Photos were taken. Articles were published. Midge was elated. 

Harry’s new single was coming out that night, and there was going to be a party to celebrate it. If it was a hit, they were going to celebrate their success and all the hard work that went into it. It was a flop, and it was not going to flop, they were going to drink for better times ahead. 

“Fuck!!!” 

I stared at the ceiling, willing my body to move and failing miserably at it as every little muscle in my body contracted painfully. My arms hurt, and my legs felt like they were on fire. 

I just needed 5 more minutes before I got up and got ready to leave. 

It was day 4 of “my new life” as my trainer liked to call it, and after another lunch of grilled chicken and steamed broccoli, I was ready to quit. I had trained and dieted before for different roles, but this time, I had a feeling she wanted to suck the life out of me. It even made me reconsider if I needed to be in a Marvel Movie. Would Midge kill me if I quit?

“Sof…” The male voice scared me just a little, as I thought I was alone in my house. I turn around just slightly, as much as my tired poor body could handle and smiled as I saw Sam standing by my door. “Can I come in?”

He was holding a tray, with something that looked like a sandwich, coffee, and a glass of water, along with a white bottle of medicine. I nodded, grunting even at the soft movement, and he walked quickly to my bed, setting the tray down before me as he stood awkwardly. 

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” I struggled to ask while I propped myself up and sat criss-cross on my bed. I sounded angry, and maybe I was, why would he bring me a sandwich? It was all I wanted to eat and all I couldn’t eat at the same time. 

“I’m off work today, and I wanted to check on you. Cat told me you’ve been feeling under the weather. I called your mom and she told me you should “just eat a sandwich and take an aspirin”, so here they are,” he said, offering me a childish smile as he pointed the tray with a little too much joy. 

“I can’t eat a sandwich,” I sulked. “And I need to get ready, I have to go to Harry’s.”

“You can eat a sandwich. And he can wait 5 minutes, you’re always there.”

I realized we hadn’t talked about the kiss, not really. I avoided being alone with him, and whenever the occasion presented itself, Sam would go out of the room, giving me space and maybe waiting for me to be the first one to reach out. I had never done that. Honestly, I didn’t think I would.

“You’re right, Sammy,” I said, picking the sandwich in my hands and noticing that he had already cut the crust off. “Thank you.”

It was weird between us, tense and quiet, and I didn’t like it. I bit into the bread looking at an empty spot on the wall as I waited for him to say something. Anything, I would take it. But Sam remained silent, pressing his palms on his thighs as he went to get up. 

“Sam,” I called for him and I smiled shyly when he finally turned around. He took his time, though, and for a moment there, I was scared he was going to leave. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s not what you want to hear when someone you like kisses you.”

“I shouldn’t have…”

“Did you want to?”

“Yes,” I breathed and I realized I wasn't lying. I did want to kiss him, there was no use in denying that. 

I put the sandwich down on the plate and moved closer to Sam until I could see the golden freckles that were hidden in his light brown eyes.

“Do you remember that night when you came through my window and stayed the night with me?”

“Yeah, I heard your dad scream, and I wanted to be there in case…”

“I know, Sam. I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since then,” I admitted and he kept staring at me as if he was considering what his next move would be. Would he kiss me? Did I want him to kiss me?

“You’re not being fair to me, Sof.”

“I know. You haven’t been fair to me either, but here we are.”

There was a moment of panic, cause for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. He leaned over me and I held my breath as I looked at him, not able to stop him just yet. But as his lips brushed over my forehead, I closed my eyes, smiling as he pulled away from me. 

“Eat the fucking sandwich, Sof,” he replied and it wasn’t enough. I took his hand before he could leave and I licked my lips, peering up to him with something more than just fear pressing up to my chest. 

“Are we good?”

“Yeah.”

“I guess we’ll talk about it again when he gets back with his ex.”

That was a low blow, and we both knew it, but I just stayed quiet as he left the room, wondering if I deserved it. 

****

It took me a while to get ready, so I was late for Harry’s party. I went straight to the pool, where a large screen had been set up and the new video seemed to be on a loop. I couldn’t find Harry anywhere, but at the same, he was all I could see. I stared at the screen, looking at his golden skin as he was surrounded by the adoring crowd, at the way they kept touching and the expression on his face as he leaned into them. The song didn’t even matter, cause all I could focus on was his stupidly beautiful green eyes. 

I mean, I had watched his videos before. I had seen him fly through the sky and be surrounded by kids, but this was different. Those were entertaining and beautiful, and I felt the emotion in my tummy simply because it was him, and somehow, just seeing him made me happy. But in this one he meant to capture your attention and a little bit of your soul. He wanted to be desired and to be free along the way. And it was such a fucking sexy video.  

I lost count of how many times I allowed myself to watch the video, but it was probably too many times. After a while, I decided it was time to look for the real Harry, who was still nowhere to be seen, so I left the pool, smiling and greeting everyone as I passed by. 

I hoped he was alone, cause I wanted to fucking kiss him like no one else was looking. I wanted to tell him how lovely, talented, and amazing he was. I was going to kiss him a lot and praise him, it couldn’t get better than that. 

I looked for him in the living room, where a small crowd was throwing back cocktails and beers and went out to the front door, where people were lounging about, a bit drunkenly. But he wasn’t anywhere, and I was starting to feel uneasy. 

It took me more than a few minutes to make my way to his room because people kept getting in my way. I did my best to smile and engage in silly conversations about nothing, but my heart was growing heavy and my brain was too anxious to even remember if I had succeeded. 

I heard him talk even before I stood by his door. I couldn’t quite tell what he was saying or who he was talking to, but I noticed that his words were a little bit slurred, and his accent dripped thick in his low voice. The door was slightly ajar and I pushed it open and stood by the frame as I saw him talking on the phone. He had his back to me, so he didn’t notice that I had arrived, not that it mattered. 

“C, you’re drunk,” I heard him say and I wished he had just said a different name. “No...I know I told you it was just a PR relationship...Cause I need time to figure out...Really, C? Wanna know if I still love you? You’re not being fair...” The last part came out as a dry laugh, and I knew I had to leave, it was rude and inappropriate, but, most importantly, it was breaking my fucking heart. But my feet seemed like they were made out of cement, and my legs had chosen that moment to numb out of pain. So, I was still standing there when he turned around, and probably saw the tears that were threatening to spill down my eyes. 

I wanted to know the answer too. Could I know it? It’d save us a lot of pain. 

“Bye, C.”

He dropped his phone to the bed and I looked at him as he walked quickly to me. He looked flustered and worried, but it all seemed so distant, that it didn’t matter. 

“Baby,” Harry said, but that wasn’t my name. Did her call her baby too? He probably did, he was a ‘baby’ kind of guy. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, I was looking for you cause I wanted to check if you wanted me to post something on Instagram,” I lied. “D already drafted a tweet, it’s really simple.”

“Sof, how much did you hear?”

“Nothing. I’m gonna get a couple of photos and uh, I’m gonna go home, I think I need a rest day.”

His hand went to grab mine, but before he could do it, I turned and walked away rushing down the stairs until I could get lost in the crowd. 

Fair? None of us was being fair. 

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