#Closet; Jordan

[frownyalfred]

is there anything funnier to me right now than the idea of Hal Jordan maliciously complying with Batman’s new anti-fraternization rule for the JL members stationed on the Watchtower (a rule that exists for very good reasons) by reporting Batman to Superman for getting it on spectacularly with someone in a Watchtower closet during monitor duty last week except 1) that person Batman was “fraternizing” with was, actually, Superman and 2) they weren’t fucking, they were just arguing in the closet so Barry didn’t overhear and get emotionally crushed again by witnessing two Founders not agreeing? nope. there isn’t.

[broodingmystery]

🏷 tag drop; Jordan Parrish

[madrabit]

Just Bojan stealing Nace's clothes again

[feeshies]

i de-cluttered my apartment and life is worth living again

[heatwa-ves]

looking through the translations of the loki romance route bc i wanted to see how much i actually understood right and found this and

theyre absolutely fucking nasty im sorry. another win for flirty femmes

ta tan is cutee. im locking them in the storage closet

[fruitydiaz]

google how to uninvite homophobic family members from my wedding after finding out that they were being homophobic about literally MY WEDDING mere hours after sending their invite and getting their rsvp......

[kent-farm]

—Michael Bishop as Jon Kent wearing these Air Jordan x J Balvin 2 Retro Sneakers (in Celestine Blue; Sold Out), Superman and Lois, "Complications"

[dadbodbuck]

tell me bout all your wips

yippee!!!

ok in order from "front burner" to "back burner" (an arbitrary decision that changes all the time and does not mean anything for publishing timeframe):

- buck 1.0/begins tommy: i've posted about this, i mess with the timeline a bit and tommy is buck's mentor through his probie term. they have nasty toxic workplace sex that makes them both worse. tagged with "fic tag: closet case/1.0". current title is "fuck my face, closet case"

- eddie breakdown fic: eddie has a breakdown after chris leaves and attempts suicide. it's a really angsty fic but with a happy ending because i can't do MCD. also a flagrant attempt for me to process having a mentally ill father through christopher. current title is "all your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand"

- eviller doug au: another REALLY dark fic where doug grooms buck when he's a teenager (14-17) which is also a trauma processing fic for me (don't ask why i have 2 trauma processing fics so far up the front of this list i've had a bad month). current title is "HONEY, I'M HOME"

- old school kidfic: the 118 get Blasted With Lasers and it temporarily de-ages them physically and mentally by ~25 years. bobby is ~33, hen and chim are both ~15, eddie is 11, buck is 6

- ecologist!buck au: MY BABY MY BELOVED MY DEAREST. based in my own personal experiences as an ecologist. buck moves in next to eddie and starts turning his house into an ecologists paradise, chris takes immediate interest, eddie is sexually repressed about the hot smart beefy sweaty man next door who keeps adopting busted up animals. maddie is also a marine biologist and there's an extensive b plot about madney falling in love via maddie helping chim overcome his fear of animals. and there's also a lobster heist. tommy guest stars as a wildlife rehabilitater. working title is "kitchen table ecology" snip uploaded before i started my fic tagging system :(

- maddie single mom au: maddie stays with doug a little longer and gets pregnant, she leaves him ~2020 instead of ~2019 and is one of the women from the mudslide house. madney-centric

- eddie adopts a cat: exactly what it says on the box. set during the eddie breakdown era. one snip uploaded under "fic tag: magnolia"

honorable mention: the buddie qpr fic that's currently 75% uploaded and i went 2 years without updating i'm so sorry to everyone who's enjoyed that fic so far i promise it'll get done at some point 💀

EVEN THESE ARE NOT ALL MY WIPS THESE ARE JUST THE ONES WITH MORE THAN A FEW PAGES WRITTEN

[emeraldwarriors]

Bombshells Hal Jordan by Landon Franklin (2018)

[jewishcissiekj]

I think I am going to reorganize the shelves.

[frownyalfred]

excellent replies y’all

is there anything funnier to me right now than the idea of Hal Jordan maliciously complying with Batman’s new anti-fraternization rule for the JL members stationed on the Watchtower (a rule that exists for very good reasons) by reporting Batman to Superman for getting it on spectacularly with someone in a Watchtower closet during monitor duty last week except 1) that person Batman was “fraternizing” with was, actually, Superman and 2) they weren’t fucking, they were just arguing in the closet so Barry didn’t overhear and get emotionally crushed again by witnessing two Founders not agreeing? nope. there isn’t.

[kaurwreck]

men used to put the pussy on the chainwax

[aahsoka]

there was like a weird pillbug but longer on my bed ………… how am i gonna sleep now im gonna be thinking theres bugs all over my bed

[kent-farm]

—Jordan Elsass as Jonathan Kent wearing this Aviator Nation Men’s 4 Stripe Jacket (in Snorkel Blue; Altered), Superman and Lois, “A Brief Reminiscence In-Between Cataclysmic Events"

[damnedrainbows]

I found a skeleton in my bed

[lnfours]

you | l.n

summary: what’s more romantic: laying cuddled up next to the fireplace on christmas eve with the love of your life, or that special item in the little black box with a bow?

warnings: established relationship, mentions of sexual content, holiday vibes, and tooth rotting fluff.

message from jordan: hi everyone! here’s to the first christmas fic you’ll be receiving from me! don’t worry, focal point is still very much in production and will most likely have a chapter coming out later this week :) i hope you all enjoy!! sending you all my love, as always 🤍

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the orange and yellow flames kept the both of you warm as you laid with your head on his chest. his fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes into the soft skin of your bicep, your head resting on his chest as you found yourself listening to the sound of his beating heart.

the one that only beats for you.

your legs were intertwined with his, and you had found yourself tracing over the indents in his abdomen with your fingernails. silky soft and tanned skin littered with moles and freckles. the same ones you made sure you pressed kisses to every time you found yourself in their path. they littered his skin like stars in the night sky. and to you, they were just as beautiful. one of your favorite features of his.

his breath tickled your neck, smiling softly when he placed a kiss to the skin where your neck met your collarbone. you felt him pull you closer against him, leaving no gaps between you. not even enough space for air.

it was the little moments like these that you cherished the most, the ones you held close to your heart. the ones you’d think of whenever someone would mention how well the two of you mesh together, that you’re the definition of his soulmate. his version of a nice, warm soup you crave on a cold and windy winter day.

simply enough, you were each other’s soul healing medicine.

“missed you,” he mumbled against the crook of your neck, “sorry i couldn’t help you bring your stuff over.”

he had told you to bring more things from your apartment to his house. and when you protested, he argued that you already had a side of the vanity in the bathroom filled with your makeup, skincare and any other possible hygiene products you could think of. you had even taken over a side of his closet.

and maybe a drawer or two of his dresser that you hadn’t told him about. instead, while in search of a pair of socks, he had found a couple pairs of your pajamas in the drawer.

the simple fact that you had been leaving your things behind whenever you’d go back to your apartment for a couple days was like little reminders to him. reminders that you’d be back in a few days time, that it wasn’t a temporary situation to you. this was real. and you were all in, just like him.

“‘s okay, max was here to help,” you said, “sorry i took over one of your shelves. i wanted to bring some books,”

he shook his head, “don’t be sorry, i like your stuff being here. makes it feel more like home.”

you smiled, tilting your head to meet the pair of blueish-green eyes you had fallen head first in love with. the ones you had seen one night out in london, the ones that you had been mesmerized by ever since.

he tapped on your arm lightly, a silent signal that he was going to move. you untangled yourself from him with a soft frown, not really wanting to reposition yourself beings the previous state had been far more comfortable. you sat up as he did, watching as he kneeled towards the tree, picking up various packages and looking at them before putting them back down. it was like he was looking for one in particular.

“what’re you doing?”

“looking for something,” he said softly, “i can’t remember where i put it- oh here it is.”

you furrowed your eyebrows when he turned around with a small little box in his hand. a black box with a white bow on the top, too neatly done to have been done by him. you squinted at him, taking it cautiously.

“it’s not christmas yet,” you questioned his actions.

“i know, but i’ve been trying to decide if i wanted to give it to you early,” he said, “but i think now is the perfect time. besides the fact that i’m impatient.”

you chuckled softly, undoing the bow on top and playfully tossing it his way. his reflexes allowed him to catch it, placing it down on the floor next to him. he took the time to take in your figure, how pretty you looked in the dim light of the christmas tree and city lights shining in through the windows. how his tshirt had ended up around your frame, hair slightly messy.

to him, you were the most perfect person in the world. the only person he envisioned a life with, who he wanted to come home to at the end of the day. the only one who understood him better than he knew himself. he thanked every god possible and counted every lucky star for the night in london that had changed his life.

“i swear, if something pops out at me, so help me god,”

he laughed, “nothings gonna pop out at you, baby. promise.”

you squinted, narrowing your eyes towards him as a sign that you didn’t necessarily believe him. you lifted the lid of the box with slight caution, and when it was clear that he was telling the truth about there being no surprises, you fully opened it. however, the gift inside the box raised more questions.

“a key?” you lifted your head, letting your eyes meet his as you held it up, “to what?”

“our home.”

you blinked at him, speechless for a moment as he smirked at you.

“wait, what-?”

“move in with me,” he said, “i’ve been thinking about it, for a while now actually, and you’re the person i want to have a life with. i want to come home and find you on the couch watching tv or dancing along to the music playing in the kitchen while you’re cooking dinner. youre the one i want to wake up next to every morning, the one i want to say goodnight to every night before i fall asleep. it’s you, not anyone else,”

you fought the tears welling up in your eyes from his sweet words as he continued, “and i love the fact that every single one of your things has a spot next to mine. i want this crazy little life that we have forever, so this is my way of asking if you’ll move in with me.”

you bit on your bottom lip as you smiled, “i mean, i don’t really go to my apartment anymore anyway, so-“

he didn’t let you finish before he was pulling on your arms to bring you closer to him, making you squeal as you landed on top of him on the floor. you giggled when he pressed his lips to yours, kissing him back. the kiss only breaking when your smiles got to be too wide.

“i love you,” he mumbled against your lips, “more than anything.”

you hummed, “i’ll always love you more, though.”

warmth spread for your chest at the idea of taking your relationship one step forward. you had known for a while that he was the one you wanted to do everything with, but knowing he was on the exact same page as you was a feeling like no other. a state of euphoria. one that made you feel giddy inside, like you were back in high school with a crush all over again. the same kind of exciting feeling that you prayed never died.

and as long as he was yours and you were his, that was never going to go away.

he flipped the two of you over so he was back to hovering over you on the floor, the same position the two of you had been in earlier in the night. you played with the hairs on the back of his neck absentmindedly as you spoke.

“even though it’s not a new home, does this count enough that we get to christen every surface of this apartment?”

he laughed softly, nose bumping against yours, fingers lightly tracing into the skin of your waist underneath your shirt, his lips brushing against yours sending shivers down your spine. the kind only he could cause.

“do we even have any spots left?”

“oh i’ve got a mental list, don’t worry.” you smiled as his head fell to your collarbone. the sound of his giggle echoing through the room, causing you to laugh too.

your eternal happy place.

“then, what’re we waiting for?”

“i like the way you think, pretty boy.”