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watching a bunch of shitty movies js bc the random man of the month is in them
#nicholas galitzine#purple hearts#cinderella 2021#HES SILLY OK#rwrb has been my second fav book for like 2 years#and they ate it up#THE DIRECTORS DIDNT W NORA AND JUNE#LIKE WHERE MY BBG AT WHERE IS JUNE#SHE MY POOKIE FR WSA#i was so mad#and nora???#why is she bland and 35#like ok ig its wtv that taylor is 31 but he looks 21#nora looks 40#its the hair#also the clothes#like whatd u do to my gurls#i cried#not rlly#anyway real tags now#shitpost#silly#quirky
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man this sucks, being trans should have been an anthropological curiosity, not a political movement, it should have been a quirk of humanity, not a fight for survival, it should have been like being colorblind, or having six fingers, it should have been something science teachers taught their students excitedly because it was this interesting bit of trivia, it should have been no more exciting than being a furry or being born with edietic memory. it should have been this little vibrant community whose only care in the world was to share tips about how to customize your presentation it should have been an off hand remark while hanging at a bar to the tune of “hey, isnt joan of accounting trans? crazy stuff my cousin tom changed too and now is nora”
i look back at all those old news papers from like the 30′s and 40′s and the way they seemed to talk about the subject and is like fuck, how can we get that back
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Headcannons: Milf!abby anderson x reader (part 2)
Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
☆ Milf Abby who tries really hard to talk to you but you’re making it so fucking difficult.
☆ Milf Abby who tries calling, texting, literally all forms of communication but you leave her on read and you don’t even pick up.
☆ Milf Abby who’s frustrated but she knows she deserves it.
☆ Milf Abby who wakes up one morning to see you sent her a text.
With shaky hands she clicked on the message. The simple text read 4 words:
“me, you this Friday?”
Abby blinked, and she sat in silence for a while.
Holy shit this was happening.
She responded with a simple “ok ill pick you up at six”.
☆ Milf Abby who jumps up from her bed and yells “I got the girl!” But soon regrets it when Aubrey walks in and tells her to shut up.
☆ Milf Abby who was on cloud nine all week.
☆ Milf Abby who tells her coworkers about the pretty girl she’s going on a date with on Friday.
☆ Milf Abby who smiles at you, when she picks up Aubrey, and her heart feels like it could explode when you give her a little wave.
☆ Milf Abby who asks Aubrey what your favorite color is because she wants to wear an outfit in that color, because she read in an article it’ll increase her chances.
“C’mon baby tell me” Abby groaned.
“Give me chocolate first”
Abby’s jaw dropped. “Aubrey its 9pm, you know you can’t eat chocolate at this time”
“No chocolate, no color”
Abby let out a sigh as she walked out of Aubrey’s room to her secret chocolate stash. She pulled out a chocolate bar, and she gave it to the little girl. Aubrey immediately opened the bar and she took a big bite.
“ok talk”
“she likes green” Aubrey spoke with a mouth full of chocolate.
☆ Milf Abby who takes her daughter to bed, and orders a custom suit in green.
☆ Milf Abby who goes to work the next day and finds out they hired someone new.
“Who is he?” she asked while looking at Nora.
“I don’t know man”
“as long as she doesn’t break my record”
Nora rolled her eyes “of course he won’t abs, you’ve won the most cases in this whole firm”
☆ Milf Abby who tenses when she sees who was hired.
☆ Milf Abby who felt sick when he walked towards her.
“hi I’m- “
“heaters dad”
“Yeah” he chuckled “my name is actually Jason”
“I’m Abby”
The air was tense.
“what do you want dude” Abby said irritated.
“Look are you and the new teacher together?” He asked. Abby felt her eye twitch at his question.
“It’s none of your business”
☆ Milf Abby who thought her week was ruined, but when she got home her suit had arrived.
☆ Milf Abby who almost pees herself on Friday morning because today is the day.
☆ Milf Abby who takes the day off to get away from Jason and to relax.
☆ Milf Abby who spends hours on Pintrest to look for the perfect hairstyle.
☆ Milf Abby who’s ready by 3 in the afternoon.
☆ Milf Abby who asks Aubrey and her dad how she looks before she walks out.
“So how do I look?” she watched her dad smile at her.
“you look perfect Abby”
“now go get your girl!” she heard Aubrey yell.
☆ Milf Abby who made you a bracelet, and flowers out of paper.
☆ Milf Abby who sees Jason’s car outside the school.
☆ Milf Abby whose heart shatters when she hears your conversation.
“I’m going on a date with Abby” she heard your voice.
“Isn’t she too old for you? She’s in her 40s isn’t she?”
“what does age have to with anything?”
“she’s old”
yeah she was.
fuck, Abby knew too old. She didn’t even stay to listen to the conversation.
Abby ran out the school and she sobbed in her car. She should’ve know this would never work.
If only she stayed behind to hear how you defended her. If only she waited for you.
☆ Milf Abby who came home crying.
“Mommy what’s wrong- “Abby walked right past her daughter
“it’s ok let her go” she heard her dad say.
☆ Milf Abby who fell asleep crying.
☆ Milf Abby who wakes up with multiple texts from you.
“Hey where are you?”
“Abby?”
“are you ok?”
“I’m waiting for you”
“I’m home now”
“did you change your mind”
“Abby?”
With a shaky breath Abby blocked your number.
☆ Milf Abby who ignores your existence once again.
☆ Milf Abby who sees you smiling at her, but she just nods back at you.
☆ Milf Abby who tells you have no future together.
Aubrey climbed into the car, and before Abby could drive away she heard a knock on her window. It was you.
“Hey” Abby said after lowering the window.
“Hi Abby- “
“call me Mrs. Anderson” she watched as your face dropped.
You cleared your throat “I’m sorry Mrs. Anderson, I just wanted to ask what happened the other night?”
“I realized that this wasn’t going to work”
“why?”
“because you’re too young. I need someone more mature”
“Oh”
Abby could feel the sadness radiating off you.
“You should go for someone your own age”
“Ok Mrs. Anderson, I understand. Thank you for your time”
☆ Milf Abby who feels bad after her daughter calls her stupid.
☆ Milf Abby who makes a realization by the help of her daughter.
“You made my teacher sad”
“Aubrey I don’t care stop telling me- “
“you do care. I see the way you look at her” Abby sighed at her daughter’s answers.
She does care. She downloaded social media to stalk you. She stared learning internet slang for you.
“Heathers dad said that he wants to ask her on a date-”
“what?”
“I heard him say that he’s going to ask her out but then I said no because you wanted to go on a date with her”
Then it clicked.
He was there that day to cause trouble.
fuck.
He wanted to get into Abby’s head. And he did. He started working at Abby’s law firm to watch her. To figure out her moves. Her weaknesses.
He must’ve heard her and Nora talk about the age gap. She made a mistake.
☆ Milf Abby who runs to unblock your number and calls you.
☆ Milf Abby who felt like she could cry when you didn’t pick up.
☆ Milf Abby who whimpers your name when you eventually pick up the phone.
“what do you want Mrs. Anderson?”
“No look I made a mistake, please listen- “
“you can’t keep doing this….You say you like me then you ghost me- I’m sick of your shit Abby”
“look I heard Jason say that you deserve someone younger- “
“well maybe I do”
Abby went quite at that.
You spoke up again: “I need someone who’s mature, someone who can communicate but what do I know Abby I’m immature, am I not? Because apparently you know what that maturity means”
“Please” she sighed.
“Please I’m begging you” Abby begged again.
The line went quite for a while.
“Come to my class tomorrow so we can talk”
☆ Milf Abby who goes to work the next day and she goes to Jason’s office.
☆ Milf Abby who confronts him, and almost beats the shit out of him when he calls her a grandma.
☆ Milf Abby who gets into trouble but it was worth it.
☆ Milf Abby who goes to your class later that day.
She watched as you sat behind your desk. “Sit” you commanded and she did.
☆ Milf Abby who tells you the whole story.
“sorry won’t cut it Abby, you said the same thing the last time”
“Just because he said that doesn’t mean you have the right to ghost me”
“I’m sorry”
“Look just one more chance please”
“why should I trust you?”
“because I’m me”
You rolled your eyes at Abby’s response.
Abby reached out to grab your head, and your head snapped in the direction of you interlocked fingers.
“words mean nothing” you spoke.
“just trust me please and-” but before she could finish you leaned in to kiss her.
It was slow, passionate, and it was filled with so much love. Abby pulled away, only to get up and walk to side of the desk where you sat. She went on knees and she and put her hands on your waist. The two of you started at each other.
“Fuck” she breathed before you kissed her again.
☆ Milf Abby who jumps up when she heard Aubrey yell “ew!”
☆ Milf Abby who was really embarrassed.
☆ Milf Abby who turned as red as a tomato, she felt like a teenager being caught in the act.
“Why did you go on your knees?” you asked, still heavily breathing.
“it’s a way of showing submission” she shrugs.
“I’m trying to show you that you have me, despite our age difference” Abby explained.
“I’d let you do anything to me” she confessed.
☆ Milf Abby who goes home that night and smile the whole time.
☆ Milf Abby who keeps touching her lips, because yours were there.
☆ Milf Abby who apologizes to Aubrey for seeing such an act.
“It’s ok” the little girl reassured her.
“Now go get her before Heathers dad does”
☆ Milf Abby who shows up to school the next day to bring you lunch.
☆ Milf Abby who spells out the words “May i be your girlfriend?” with different fruit in the lunch box. All you did was smile at the sight.
☆ Milf Abby who was chewing her nails, waiting for your response.
“This is very romantic Anderson” you spoke. She watched as you but the lunch box on the table, you walked towards her.
“Get on your knees Abby” and she did so immediately.
“Why?” she asked while being on her knees.
“you’re too tall, I can’t kiss you when you’re standing”
The two of you shared a quick kiss.
“So is it a yes?” Abby asked, her lips inches away from yours.
“Yeah”
“Fuck yes” she breathed as she got up, picking you up and placing you on your desk. The two of you shared another kiss before you pulled away.
“Promise me something”
“What?”
“No more ghosting”
“yes ma’am”
“you’ll tell me if you feel insecure”
“yes”
“and one more thing Abby”
“what?”
“you aren’t too old for me. I like my women mature” you added as you wrapped your arms around her neck. Abby chuckled.
☆ Milf Abby who wanted to kiss you again before she heard your daughter yell “fucking finally” as she stood at the door.
“Who taught you that word?”
“grandpa did”
“of course he did”
☆ Milf Abby who was the happiest women ever, since that moment.
☆ Milf Abby who knew you were the one.
☆ Milf Abby who already goes wedding ring shopping and who plans your future together despite only dating you for 2 days at that point.
My pookies (the tag list): @mousymaven @lia-winther @zombholic
#abby anderson tlou2#abby tlou2#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby anderson#abby anderson angst#abby anderson drabble#abby anderson fanfic#abby anderson fanfiction#abby anderson fic#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson headcanons#abby anderson imagine#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x f!reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x y/n#abby anderson x you#abby x fem!reader#abby x reader#abby x y/n#abby x you#tlou abby#tlou art
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RWBY Beyond Journal Jaune
(Potential Spoilers Warning)
Won't say I agree with everything they stated here, like Jaune not identifying himself as the Rusted Knight at all. I do think he views himself as said person, I just don't think he views said time as something of worthy note.
I'd argue he'd view it no differently then how viewed himself during Beacon. As in he saw it as a span of time where he failed.
I do like that Nora basically proclaims Jaune as the Rusted Knight all the time.
Now unto the real points of note to me... Alyx and Lewis, okay, so I figured Jaune was close to them, but DAMN! He legitimately cared about them, like to the point where he felt like they were as important as him teammates.
Which goes on to show why Alyx's betrayal hurt all the more and now makes me really like that at the end Alyx couldn't leave because of the guilt she felt.
Also we got confirmation that Jaune was in the Ever After for well over 80 Years! as Alyx and Lewis came from before the Great War! Which was 80 years ago (Vytal festival taken place 40 time and is held every 2 years to celebrate the end of the great war)
Which Whoa! That sorta all but confirms what I thought about aura and Jaune's semblance effect of someone's body. Definitely reduced the effects of aging since Jaune is at Minimum 99 by this logic.
Which is fucking insane, and definitely another plothole but one I would rather use as it's fucking awesome!
my favorite blonde looks good for someone pushing 100! Like Fuck!
Also the fact that Lewis and Alyx are Vacuian is a nice detail, also how they came from a time before Huntsman... Like What!? Hunters are only a recent thing that've existed within the last century!?
I love the little bit we can draw from the pictures, realizing that Alyx wasn't just a mean little girl. in fact she was really more like Ruby or Yang, excitable, curious and a bit pushy with her shyer brother Lewis.
Jaune wasn't kidding when she said she changed...
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Jaune: *age 40* Hey guys! 👋 😃
Nora: Jaune-Jaune?! What happened to your face?! You trimmed off all your face fur!
Jaune: What? I just felt like a change is all!
Ren: …wow. You certainly look…younger…without your beard.
Jaune: Yeah, I guess I still have a terminal case of “baby face,” don’t I…? It’s not too bad, though, is it?
Nora: It looks so weird! You’re a grown man with the face of a child!
Ren: It IS a little unsettling…
Jaune: Really? Pyrrha didn’t like it either…
Pyrrha: *sobbing* My husband looks like my teenaged son! I feel like I should call the police on myself for touching him! Please grow your beard back! 😭
#rwby#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#lie ren#nora valkyrie#arkos#jaune x pyrrha#jaune arc x pyrrha nikos#my dad did this when I was a kid and it was UNSETTLING
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Panthera Tigris Tigris Nikos
Jaune: Hey, Pyrrha? Can I have a hug?
Pyrrha: Of course, Jaune! (Hugs)
Jaune: (Sinks into her)
Pyrrha: Would anyone else like-
Nora: (Dragging Ren) MEMEMEME~!
Fun Fact! Bengal tigers are big. Females have been documented to reach 400 pounds, males 500 pounds, and occasionally larger specimens reaching 700 pounds. Royal Bengal Tigers are reportedly even bigger, with one specimen shot by David Hasinger in 1967 was reported to be 857 pounds, measured at 11 feet long, and left paw prints "the size of dinner plates," and it's last meal was a live water buffalo weighed down by an eighty-pound weight. It is displayed in the Smithsonian Institutions's National Museum of Natural History, in the Hall of Mammals.
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Pyrrha: Ready for our run, Jaune?
Jaune: You bet! Maybe this time I could-
Pyrrha: (Ear flicks) Oh, uh, why don't you keep warming up, Jaune? I need to grab something from the dorm.
Jaune: Oh, uh, sure thing, Pyrrha. I'll be right here.
Cardin: (Sitting on the roof) What the hell? Where's Nikos go- (Door swings open, Mauled)
Fun Fact! Bengal Tigers are fast. They can make short sprints of forty miles per hour, which is about the speed of a thoroughbred horse. An incident with a startled tigress mother with her cubs in Nepal in 1974 resulted in the death of a researcher who was hiding 15 feet in a tree. In 2007, on Christmas Day at the San Francisco Zoo, an Amur Tiger cleared a thirty-foot moat to maul three visitors who were harassing the tiger, killing one of them before being killed after four shots to the skull by responding police officer's .40-caliber-pistol rounds. It should be noted that the Amur was a captive tiger, raised from birth in the zoo. Imagine a wild tiger raised in the jungle.
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Pyrrha: Are you okay, Jaune?
Jaune: Y-Yeah, I... Wait, what about the goliath?!
Pyrrha: It's okay, Jaune. I took care of it.
Jaune: But how, Pyrrha? (Holding) Your weapons-!
Pyrrha: (Takes, Smiles) I took care of it.
Jaune: (Looks behind her, Sees dead goliath)
Fun Fact! Bengal Tigers are strong. Their bite force can reach up to a thousand pounds, which is much stronger than a pitbull's and about a quarter of a great white shark. Their prey includes deer, buffalo, bison, bears, rhinos, and elephants. A single blow can break a bear's spine, and easily decapitate a human.
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Jaune: Thanks again for letting us come visit, Mrs. Nikos.
Mama Nikos: Oh, Jaune, don't be so formal. We're practically family, so just call me Mama.
Jaune: Uh... No, I'll just stick with Mrs. Nikos, if you don't mind.
Mama Nikos: Oh, you are just so polite! I'm glad Pyrrha could have such a handsome team leader like you.
Pyrrha: (Blushing) M-Mom...
Nora: Can I have more meat buns, Mama?
Ren: Nora...
Nora: Oh, right! Khm! May I have more meat buns, Mama?
Mama Nikos: They're in the oven.
Jaune: So what do you do for a living, Mrs. Nikos?
Mama Nikos: I'm a personal fitness trainer. It's actually how I met Pyrrha's father. He said he could perform a perfect double twister kick, and I told him it was impossible unless he could twist and launch himself at a 167 degree rotation with a north-northwest gale blowing at 3.5 miles per hour behind him-
Mama Nikos: (Ding!) Oh! Meat buns are done!
Jaune: Huh...
Pyrrha: Don't worry. I didn't get it the first time, either.
Fun Fact! Bengal tigers are smart. Cubs are raised by their mothers for two and a half to three years. There are also notes of tigers imitating deer and bear calls. They will chase larger prey into water, tear at buffalo legs to bring them to the ground, and will flip porcupines from to their backs to avoid spines. There are also records of tigers killing 15-foot crocodiles, 20-foot pythons, 300-pound seals, and a 20-year-old elephant.
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Jaune: Hm? Hey, Pyrrha? Who's this standing with your mom?
Pyrrha: Hm? Oh... That's... That's my mother. She... She's not around anymore.
Jaune: Do... Do you want to talk about it?
Pyrrha: I... I don't know where to begin. She was my hero, but she did something really bad, and she died when I was really young. And I...
Jaune: Hey. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.
Pyrrha: (Leans on Jaune) I was probably six years old when it happened. She and I were on our way to watch a tournament together, but then this guy came from out of nowhere. He shot at us and broke her jaw. She carried me back home, and then... She left that night. I didn't learn about what happened to her until just after getting accepted into Beacon. She... She went on a rampage and then... Then she...
Jaune: (Holds her) Hey, hey. It's okay, Pyrrha. I'm... I'm sorry to hear that. I'm... I'm sure she was a great mom.
Pyrrha: (Sniffles) She was the best. And, on the bright side, because of her, there's a new standard for huntsman and huntresses to follow. And she's part of the reason why I became a huntress. So I could make sure everyone follows the standard. Follows the example she set. (Smiles) I think she would have liked you.
Jaune: (Looks at family photo) I think I would have like her, too.
Fun Fact! In the first ten years of the 20th century, until her death in 1907, the Champawat Tiger, also known as "the man-eater" killed and ate 436 humans in western Nepal. She evaded capture and continued to kill until she was shot by British hunter Jim Corbett, who speculated the tigress lost her teeth years ago from a gunshot, forcing her to change her prey to much easier humans. He then went on to be an advocate for wild tigers and spent the latter years of his life devoted to their conservation, even having a conservation park in Nepal dedicated to him.
#rwby#pyrrha nikos#tiger!faunus pyrrha#mama nikos#tiger!faunus mama nikos#jaune arc#lie ren#nora valkyrie#history#the champawat tiger
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Happy Birthday Jaune Arc
Jaune would be in his dorm listening to music while reading but until his door was kicked in and he would look to see it was all his friends holding a bunch of gifts. He would be confused but happy at the same time
RWBY(J)NOREW: Happy Birthday Jaune Arc!!
Jaune: Oh thanks guys but you didn't need to buy gif-
When he was about to finish his sentence, Nora would approach and place her fingers on Jaune's lips, shutting him up while everyone entered his room, arranging the gifts.
Nora: Look after you told us that I've been stuck on an island for like 40 or 30 years we want to do something good, So sit there and enjoy the gifts!
Jaune just sighed happily and got ready and the first gift he opened would be Ruby's. It would be a personalized knife in the colors of Jaune's armor and weapon.
Jaune: Wow thanks ruby I loved this knife it seems very useful when the situation gets tough if I don't have my sword or shield.
Ruby:No problem jaune but don't forget that it can also be turned into a gun!
Jaune heard that and would make a movement with the knife that would transform it into a pistol. Yang and Blake would approach Jaune and give him a gift that had bee colors. He opened it and received a collection of books and a personalized helmet.
Blake: Well I found my old collection of ninjas of love and I thought you would like the books, I recommend reading them when you are alone.
Yang: And I made this helmet for you so that when you go for a ride on your motorcycle or something, you'll have more security, but I can't promise that it will help you stop vomiting hah.
Jaune and the others laughed at what Yang had said and he left the books and helmet next to the knife, Next was Weiss who was holding a small box with her and his color combination, He opened it and found cupcakes with his emblem and Weiss's.
Weiss: K-klein told me that a good b-birthday gift is something you made yourself, so I hope y-you like it!
Nora: Got it, you made cupcakes! That's why they have your emblem alongside his!
The people would look at Weiss who was blushing but then they would look at Jaune who was also slightly blushing so he put the cupcakes together with the presents. Winter would come close to Jaune and give him an envelope and he would open it and see a large amount of money.
Winter: You deserve this amount of money for helping to save a kingdom and for protecting my little sister until the end, Thank you very much jaune.
Emerald would approach Jaune and she would give him a rabbit keychain. He would look at it and have a happy expression on his face.
Emerald: I know it's kind of simple but I was told that you liked rabbits and well I can get you this keychain and I hope you like it.
Nora and Ren, along with Oscar, would approach with a small box that was the combination of the jnpr team's colors. Jaune opened it and saw that inside was a juniper statue with pyrrha riding on it. He would be slightly shocked but happy.
Ren: We heard how you commented on how important Juniper was to you that we made this little sculpture. And if she were here right now we'd thank her for keeping you safe.
Jaune would start crying and everyone would be worried until they noticed him laughing and looking at them with a big smile on his face.
Jaune: You are the best friends anyone could have. Thank you very much for the gifts guys
Jaune would leave the sculpture on top of the closet near his weapon and shield and hug his friends who would hug him back and they would leave the room. Jaune was going out with them until Weiss approached him and kissed him on the cheek and then wished him a happy birthday.
#rwby#jaune arc#rwby shitpost#rwby fluff#happy birthday jaune arc#ruby rose#weiss schnee#nora valkyre#oscar pine#blake bellodona#yang xiao long#lie ren#emerald sustrai#winter schnee#white knight#bumblby
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Day At The Museum
Ruby and Jaune: *Walking through Vale's history museum*
Ruby: *Trying to pull Jaune along* Come on Jaune, let's go look at the weapons!
Jaune: I thought you wanted to see the section on my great grandad?
Ruby: We can do that after we see the weapons. We've got all day!
Jaune: Haven't you been here before?
Ruby: Nope, dad never wanted to pay the 40 lien entrance fee.
Jaune: ...
Ruby: Now come onnnnnnnnn
Jaune: Alright. Alright. Lead the way.
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Ruby: Oooh! Look at that axe!
Jaune: Yeah.
Ruby: And that Model 1897 is just beautiful.
Jaune: The what?
Ruby: It's that shotgun.
Jaune: Oh, cool.
Ruby: And they even have a early model Mk 19.
Jaune: Umm-
Ruby: It's basically a grenade launching machinegun.
Jaune: ...Ruby.
Ruby: Yeah?
Jaune: We can never let Nora know that exists.
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First of all, I love your blog so much, on god. I never fail to read every single one of your posts. You're a blessing to the COD simps community. Secondly, I'd like to request a female reader this time. Usually, I ask for GN, so that everyone can feel included. Please, TF 141, Konig (and Vaqueros too if it's ok) with a gf / wife who is a pro gamer. Like she can play any video game at the highest difficulty with ease, solo dungeons and even the occasional raid in MMOs and just destroys everyone in every fight. She even has a Twitch and YouTube account and she's one of the most popular streamers out there. She prefers FPS (but RPGs too) because she genuinely likes them, but also as a way to pay tribute to her military man. Women have an unfair reputation of being bad gamers and I hate it because it's completely false. My roommate is a beast of a gamer. Thank you so much and sorry for the long ass ask.
𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥
Task Force 141 (+König & Los Vaqueros) + fem! Reader
NORA, HAVE I TOLD YOU THAT I LOVE YOU? You got no idea how much this made me smile and blush. I totally look like an idiot right now. THIS IS SO CUTE😖😖😖
I‘m a gamer too and let’s say… we only get hate. ESPECIALLY ON COD. Last night I had my voice chat on for the first time and oh boy… the things I heard…
"go back to the kitchen"
"What hacks do you use"
"No way a female is good at this game"
blablabla. I was like 😃 damn sensitive asf boys.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT💘💘💘
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König
In the world of all the professional gamers all time, your name was always mentioned. Thousands of videos exist about you and your skills. Streamers were honored if they got to 1 vs 1 you, because that would mean that they get to flex by saying they were able to play with you. Even through they’d loose. Your name was known worldwide and so many people were looking up to you.
König admired you. He had always admired your talents and watched your streams with a mixture of awe and pride in the living room while you were live in your gaming room.
One day, your chat buzzed with excitement and cheers. You wondered why they were freaking out because you were having a chat with your fans. The chat was completely going crazy as they all asked the same thing:
Y/N got a boyfriend?
Please tell me it’s just her brother😔
IS THAT A MAN? IN HER HOUSE?
As you turn around you can see König in the corner of your room. He probably forgot you were still streaming and he looks as confused as you do. "Hey love" you finally said, causing the chat to literally explode. König comes a little closer and kisses your forehead. "Just wanted to ask if you wanna eat something" König says and tries to hide himself as good as he can. His heart definitely started beating faster than a few moments before. "hmmm… yes!" you reply and take a look at the chatscreen and see the the people waiting for you to confirm.
"Yes, he's my man" you said, your voice tinged with affection and pride, sharing your secret with your viewers.
König, caught off guard but unable to hide his emotions, blushed slightly, his heart swelling with love and admiration for you. He stepped back into view, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss on the cheek, which you welcomed with a radiant smile.
The chat erupted into a frenzy of supportive messages as your viewers reveled in the heartwarming moment.
Simon Riley
It was a usual day and you were 40 minutes into your stream but you noticed that the chat was talking about someone behind you. Curiosity piqued, you glanced over your shoulder and couldn't suppress a grin as you saw Simon, standing there and watching you from afar. He probably doesn’t know that they can all see him, not his face though.
You turned around and gave him one of your sweet smiles which he returned. "You know that they can see you right?" you tell him and by his facial expression you can see that he didn’t know it.
Without missing a beat, you turned to the camera and addressed your chat with a smile, "Well everyone" you said "meet my man!"
The chat erupted with excitement and hearts, and you could almost feel the virtual cheers cheering through the screen. There were a lot of comments about you two now. There were also comments about his frame and by reading those, you could feel your cheeks heating up.
John MacTavish
Today you streamed on Twitch and planned on playing destiny 2. You planned on playing it again since it made so much fun last time.
However, like always John wanted to stay hidden from the camera but still wanted to watch you play while reading some reaction from the chat. Your viewers never knew about him. I mean, how could they when he tried to hide as best as he can.
But fate had different plans that day. His arms occurred with your camera, revealing the glimpse of a man sitting next to you. The chat erupted with curiosity and in that moment, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore. John read the comments too and waved at the camera but still not showing himself fully. You let out a small laugh and hugged his arm slightly. "That’s my boyfriend" you clarified and the chat was exploding with excitement.
John Price
One day, as your Twitch chat buzzed with excitement, a curious viewer noticed a familiar figure standing behind you in the frame. "Hey, who's that?" the chat exploded and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore since John was able to do anything but stay quiet while you’re streaming.
A smile graced your lips, knowing it was time to introduce the world to the man who held your heart. "Oh, that's my man" you said nonchalantly, knowing the chat would go wild.
In an instant, John's face took a red shade and you could feel his heart melt. He thought that you might be embarrassed to show him but clearly you’re not. He came a little closer to you and the chat got a little clearer view of him and everyone was complimenting him.
With a smile, John leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your cheek. The chat erupted with cheers and hearts, seeing their favorite streamer be so in love was making them happy.
"you guys are so cute together!" was what almost everyone was typing into the chat and you couldn’t help but feel so happy right now.
Kyle Garrick
As one of the most popular streamers on Twitch, you had an enormous following of fans who eagerly tuned in to witness your gaming skills. The thrill of conquering challenging dungeons, soloing difficult quests, and leading epic raids in MMOs kept your viewers on the edge of their seats.
Your love for gaming ran deep, not just for the joy it brought you but because it somehow reminded you of your boyfriend. Kyle was always supporting you and he loved you in your darkest times. He was your motivation to keep going even when you didn’t want to sometimes.
As you streamed while playing Until dawn and the chat was exploding with excitement as someone noticed a figure moving behind your camera setup and mentioned it, which caused the others to see the man behind you too. You stopped the game and looked behind you. It was Kyle standing there with a plate of food and an iced coffee in his hands. You couldn’t help but melt on spot at the sight of him.
"So everyone !" you said, your voice filled with affection. "Looks like my special someone decided to make a cameo appearance. Say hello to man!"
In that moment, the chat exploded with greetings and cheers, expressing their love and support for the unexpected guest. Meanwhile, Kyle's cheeks flushed with a hint of shyness, never quite used to being in the spotlight.
"Uh, hey there, everyone," he stammered placing the plate on your desk along with your drink and a smile playing on his lips. "These are for you, love. Thought you might get hungry after a while."
As the chat continued to shower both of you with love, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Kyle. His presence, even virtually, filled you with warmth and reassurance. Without hesitation, he leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your cheek.
The chat exploded with even more excitement as they witnessed the affectionate gesture.
Alejandro
Among your many followers on Twitch and YouTube, there was one person who held a special place in your heart - Alejandro. Your boyfriend who supports you and who was always by your side when you needed him.
You were streaming your latest gameplay, the chat was buzzing with excitement and admiration for your skills. But a man behind the camera caught everyones attention. The chat was now questioning who it is and needed clarification.
A playful grin spread across your face as you glanced over at Alejandro, who had come to support you during your stream.
With a touch of mischief in your voice, you replied, "Oh, that handsome man? He's my soon to be husband."
A faint blush spread across his cheeks, but he leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek, right in front of the camera. The chat went wild with excitement, and you couldn't help but laugh at the adorable reaction.
"See, I told you," you teased playfully. "They love you almost as much as I do."
Rudy
As a popular Twitch and YouTube streamer, your skill and charisma drew in countless fans and followers. The chat would explode with excitement whenever you embarked on a new gaming adventure. It was during one of these electrifying streams that fate intervened.
The chat was lively as always, filled with adoring fans and cheering supporters. You were in the zone, showcasing your skills in a competitive FPS match. Little did you know, a surprise was in store for you. Unbeknownst to you, Rudy had entered the room and was watching you from behind the camera.
One of your fans in the chat noticed him, a smile stretching across their face as they typed, "Hey, who's that handsome guy behind the camera?"
You chuckled, casually replying, "Oh, that's my man Rudy."
The chat erupted with excitement, filled with a chorus of "Awws" and many many compliments. Rudy, initially a little taken aback, couldn't help but blush at the overwhelming show of support and affection for both of you.
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Salem: And now, Little Rose, you will suffer the same curse that befell your mother! Take this! (Blasts dark beam at Ruby)
Yang: Ruby! (Intercepts attack and gets launched behind rubble)
Ruby: Yang! (Silver eye powers everything into oblivion)
Ruby: Yang?! (Sifts through rubble and finds Yang suddenly transformed into a man) uh...Yang?
M.Yang: (groans) Did anyone get the license plate off that truck? (Pause) What's wrong with my voice? (Looks down) WHERE ARE MY TITS?! (runs hands through hair) ...Well, at least that's still glorious.
Ruby: Wow, bro. You look and sound like an even bigger heartthrob than Dad claims to be when he was younger. (thumbs up)
Blake: (rushes over) Ruby! Are you and Yang alrigh- oh, hello~
Weiss: (flying in on glyph nevermore) Blake! Are you guys okay- ay- aye, aye Papi~
M.Yang: Uh... (waves awkwardly) Hey, babe. Hey, Weiss. Hooooow's it going?
Blake & Weiss: Hellooo, handsome~
Weiss: ......
Blake: ......
Weiss: 50/50 split?
Blake: 80/20
Weiss: 40/60
Blake: 70/30, I get the first baby, and you get him for formal functions and every other Saturday.
Weiss: Deal.
M.Yang: (hides behind Ruby) ....eep!....
Ruby: (blinking) ....Does this mean mom turned into a dude?
(And for the folks who like Jaune and company.)
-Off In The Distance-
Jaune: Ah! (Grabs head in pain)
Nora: What is it?! What's wrong?
Jaune: Hunky blonde senses are tingling!
Sun: (screaming in agony in the distance)
-On Another Continent-
Papa Arc: (leaps up from his chair) My bloodline is in danger!
-Back on Patch-
Taiyang: (completely stops gardening) MY BLOODLINE IS FLOURISHING!!!
#bumbleby#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#ruby rose#weiss schnee#rwby#rwby shitpost#rwby crack post#salem#bees schnees#freezerburn#jaune arc#sun wukong#taiyang xiao long
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COASTAL TOWNHOUSE
lot type - house
size 40 x 30
furnished
Here's furnished version of one townhouse from my previous build (Willow Creek Townhouse v2). Based on my favourite costum content Creators: @harrie-cc, @pierisim, @felixandresims, @tudtuds, @myshunosun and @charlypancakes. 3 floor house with unfinished basement, where You can create some cool room - maybe gym? please tag me as soon as you share photos, I'd love to see your work!!!
Gallery id: JakkuuSim
Full list of costum content for whole build:
Hey_Harrie cc:
brownstone
octave
kwatei
coastal
shop the look ½
country
stockholm
halcyon
re-color of bougainvillea
Harrie and Felix collab cc:
orjanic
livin’ rum
kichen
baysic
harluxe
bafroom
tiny twavellers
Felixandre cc:
grove
berlin
kyoto
schwerin
florence
paris
colonial
georgian
Pierisim cc:
domaine du clos
mcm house
david’s apartment
oak house
rold skov
auntie vera’s bathroom
calderone
livingroom mini kit
winter garden
maison meuliere
teeny weeny
Myshunosun cc:
daria bedroom
lottie bedroom
nora living
Soloryia cc:
melina pictures
Tuds cc:
ind restaurant - part 1
2nd wave
Charlypancakes cc:
lavish
Max20 cc:
master bedroom pack
Have a beautiful weekend everybody!
JakkuuSim
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My Reply to you Cocogum
This is a response to @cocogum post! Since it is SUPER LONG! Imma start doing this instead of reblogging if I have a lot to say.
OG Post by COCOGUM:
YES COCOGUM!! I am LOVING YOUR ENTIRE POST! I have a few thoughts to add...
A) I'm happy her hair is growing out too! I hope she eventually has hair as long as her mothers.
I want her to look like a forest goddess.
I think the growth is a symbol of just (as you said) being happy or at peace. In TV/movies people cut their hair as a symbol of change (freedom from the past) and grow it out again (sometimes) when they're at a new happy place. As we have seen, her hair and that green leaf she sports now are a symbol of her new found happiness.
B) I too was not expecting the "adult fun time" scene but i am hoping we get A TON more especially if this series is gonna be 100 chapters. I want more fluff, more hugs, more kisses, more f--ks! lol
Put a baby (or three) in her Yugo! Give the Sadida kingdom an heir!
I can see where you are coming from that Yugo was having a wet dream. If that's the case, that is funny because he (presumably) had just pollinated his flower queen and he is dreaming of doing it again! 😀😀 And he called her tireless!? LMAO. Whether it was a dream or they were interrupted before the nut we can agree that they are BOTH hungry for each others touch/warmth (based on that scene alone).
I still think they were interrupted before they...made sap🌳and fell from the air.
I think the "adult fun time" positions you were suggesting are accurate and I can see Yugo switching too. I think it would depend on who initiates it. When she initiates she's top but when he initiates he'd top....sometimes (not all the time because as you said—he loves the view)! lol
C) For the open room. I think the construction of the floor (or level) gives them privacy. Like a long corridor before the room entrance. And at the entrance to the corridor there'd be a magical cotton bell (as seen in s3) that rings when pulled to let the royals know when servants want to enter. BUT if there is no magical door bell (OR ANYTHING) that is bold of them!! lol.
Rereading your post...if the doorway is open like that it makes me think of this quote (the last quote at 1:40) from the film Scary Movie (watch from 1:30 to 1:42 for context)
D) So I am GLAD people have been bringing up Draconiros. I am not deep into the WAKFU/KROZMOS/DOFUS universe and had NO IDEA who he was nor any of the other primordial dragons.
I got into Wakfu for Amalia. I thought she and Yugo would be cute from all the hugs she gave him. When they canonized a potential Yumalia (in the OVA) I STANNED for their star-crossed lover romance that could never be. I love the whole cast but Amalia's character design is so cute/fun (it drew me into Wakfu).
Anyway, I am curious if Draconiros is ALSO responsible for Nora's daydream in ep 4 of season 4. THIS SCENE ALWAYS THREW ME OFF!
I feel like this scene was added for two three purposes...
1) to introduce the audience to Efrim (in a foreshadowing way)
2) to add to what Oropo says in episode 1. Questioning Yugo's "good" intentions and actions which have caused (and WILL CAUSE) trouble for the World of Twelve.
3) To sneakily, introduce Draconiros (without the audience knowing).
The reason why I think this is Draconiros and NOT Efrim is because—how would Efrim know any of what was said in that scene? Efrim is in the Necroworld at this moment. He and Nora were in the Krozmos away from the World of Twelve for a long time. There is NO WAY Efrim would know about YUGO's effects on the World of Twelve. At none, that I can think of...
Which also brings to question, how did the Goddess Eliatrope know the Brotherhood of the Tofu and everyones names when they entered the temple? Did I miss something? I mean Quilby could have told them some things. From before his imprisonment...but I digress...
Anyway, I think Draconiros took on Efrims form/voice in s4. And now he is making an official appearance in the manga.
If they had shown Draconiros in season 4, it would be a loose end. And Tot wanted to wrap the animation up without any loose ends. So (to me) it'd make sense not to show Draconiros' true form at all in s4 and have him take on Efrims form/voice.
E) I think this dude is gonna be a problem. But I may be over thinking 🤷♀️. And shouldn't he be referring to her as QUEEN Amalia instead of LADY Amalia? Does he have some passive aggressive beef with her? Or is it okay to refer to a Queen as Lady instead. I feel like the Sadida's are more chill about titles (compared to other kingdoms) but...idk.
His character design (in this scene) is just giving...bad guy or pawn to me. If I am right, he could play a betrayal role (if the plot takes that turn). I do not see him being a fan of the Eliatropes either.
F) And I agree that the Sadida kingodm is tense with it's new residence. I'm glad you brought up the perspective from the Sadida but let's talk about it a little more with a Eliatrope in mind...
The Eliatrope have NEVER had to live with another race before. EVER. They had their OWN PLANET. No other race existed on there but them.
Thanks to Baltazar (in s2) they had been watching Yugo through the Eliacube, but have they been taking notes on the customs of the world around him?
Being on a new planet with so many races must be a SHOCK to them. ADDITIONALLY, they haven't interreacted with anyone but each other for goddess knows how long!!! So the communication, customs, cultures, and everything probably hit them like a TON OF BRICKS. I would assume that they don't (quite) understand what tolerance and acceptance of other cultures is thanks to their isolation too.
However, it is something they are gonna have to learn. Starting with the Sadida race.
Since they're teens I think (...well, I hope) it'll be easier for them to learn and integrate into the world of twelve via the Sadida Kingdom.
ALSO...It will take time for the Sadida's to be comfortable with the Eliatropes too. I mean...people have been trying to take their homeland (via possess the tree of life) for a long time. It's no surprise that they are weary/tense of some alien race residing on said homeland. They may know Yugo, but they don't know his people. They probably think they'll take over....IDK.
But I am here for the tea! 🫖🍵
FRIDAY NEEDS TO HURRY UP!!
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baby, i'm high octane (v)
synopsis: on fourth of july, nora and jake dance around each other.
pairings: jake seresin x nora rogers (oc)
warnings: 18+, minors dni, swearing, alcohol consumption, existential dread, pining and yearning, kissing, no smut here but come back for the next chapter (wc: 7K)
note: i'm sorry for being so slow. i rewrote this chapter like eight times, i'm not even kidding. i also apologize in advance for where i ended this chapter, but the good news is we'll have seven chapters instead of six 😌
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June slips away over the weekend, a quiet and unassuming end.
As June fades into July, Sunday becomes Monday becomes Tuesday and so on until soon enough, Fourth of July has arrived and more importantly, so has a long weekend.
God bless America.
On the morning of the Fourth, Nora sleeps in for once.
She wakes up a few minutes before 11:00 AM and refreshed – or at the very least, a little less tired than usual – and reaches for her phone, which is once again, buried under her pillows.
A slew of unread notifications are waiting for her when Nora rolls over and looks at the screen.
Two missed calls. Eleven unread messages. One unread email Nora has definitely been meaning to read for a week now. Definitely.
She ignores the email – because really, what's one more day? – and scrolls through the rest of the notifications.
Natasha, 9:40 AM: Are you awake?
Natasha, 9:41 AM: I'm going with no because I knocked and didn't get an answer.
Natasha, 10:00 AM: We're heading out to North Coronado Beach in 10-ish. Payback is bringing his girlfriend. Come join us when you're awake if you'd like!
Bradley, 10:05 AM: Do you have any sunscreen I could borrow?
Bradley, 10:06 AM: Phoenix really wants you to come to the beach btw.
Her smile grows as Nora scrolls down and discovers a message each from the rest of the Naval aviators and even one from an unsaved number with a Louisiana area code that she has to assume is Javy.
"Oh my god," Nora laughs. A loud and delighted sound in the soft quiet of the morning. Natasha’s persistence is both amusing and very touching.
She sends Natasha a quick I'm awake, just need to get dressed as proof of life and stares at Jake's message for a solid 30 seconds, gnawing on the edge of her bottom lip.
She swears under her breath and clicks on the message.
Jake, 10:30 AM: So are you really sleeping or are you just afraid to face me in beach volleyball?
Nora, 10:58 AM: Sorry, who is this?
He responds less than a minute later.
Jake, 10:59 AM: Ha ha
Jake, 10:59 AM: Come to the beach.
Jake, 11:00 AM: Javy and I need another person.
Nora, 11:01 AM: Have you looked on Tinder?
Jake, 11:02 AM: For volleyball, smart ass. We're playing 3 on 3.
Jake, 11:02 AM: Everyone wants you to come.
Jake, 11:02 AM: I want you to come.
She's never been so grateful to be alone than right now. No one else should have to witness the stupidly wide smile pulling at her lips right now, uninvited. She reads the message again, feeling kind of giddy, which is actually kind of ridiculous.
Like objectively ridiculous.
She is kind of ridiculous. This is getting out of hand.
Like on Sunday morning for instance.
She had woken up in the aftermath of Bradley’s party and that damn dream and remembered the night before in such excruciatingly vivid and cinematic detail – high resolution and state-of-the-art surround sound, like the goddamn IMAX of sex dreams – that she had to deep clean the entire apartment as a distraction.
A several hour get up close and personal with the checkered blue in the bathroom, wondering whether it's ever been cleaned, and later, in a sudden panic, open all of the windows in case you've accidentally poisoned yourself with bleach fumes deep clean.
Her one goal? Don't think about Jake.
So Nora wiped down the counters and didn’t think about Jake and vacuumed the living room, between and under the couch cushions included, and didn’t think about Jake and scrubbed the shower and didn’t think about Jake so hard that Nora needed an actual shower afterward. A cold one.
"Get a grip," Nora says out loud now.
She looks out of the window and sees nothing but a clear and cloudless blue. A perfect beach day.
She'll go, of course.
She'll go because Nora loves the beach – and always has – and because Natasha was kind enough to invite her and because Nora wants to meet Reuben's girlfriend and hang out with all of them.
No other reason.
She wonders, not for the first time, not even for the first time this week, when she became so well versed in lying to herself.
She blows out a prolonged breath and responds to Natasha.
Nora, 11:05 AM: I'll be there in 30.
"Not playing, Rogers?"
Noon is bright and beautiful and clear as Nora lowers her sunglasses ever so slightly and glances up from her book at Bradley. Blinding sunlight pierces her blue eyes almost immediately, and she has to hold up a shielding hand to be able to see him.
Hand still raised, Nora shakes her head in answer.
She had definitely overpacked for the beach. She always does, wanting to be prepared.
A well-worn paperback from her nightstand. Sunscreen. A reusable water bottle. An assortment of snacks. A portable phone charger. Chapstick. A claw clip. More snacks. An old film camera, in case Nora feels inspired.
(She loves the way California looks on film. All faded blues and greens.)
After seeing Reuben serve, Nora had never been more grateful for her own overpacking. Natasha and Reuben alternated subbing in for Nora on Jake and Javy's side, and Nora found a good patch of sand on the sidelines where she can watch from a minimum safe distance.
Nora loves a good bit of healthy competition, like all Leos do, but she's nowhere near competitive enough to play with them. She's much happier here.
"I decided I don't need a concussion," Nora says simply.
"We would've gone easy on you," Bradley protests immediately. His grin is just mischievous enough that Nora doesn't believe him.
"Now I'm convinced," Nora drawls dryly.
Bradley laughs, bending over and reaching into the cooler that Reuben's girlfriend, Gracie – a pretty nurse with a deceptively powerful spike – brought. It's filled with lemonade and water and soda and at the very bottom, beer.
His hand sloshes around in the ice until Bradley pulls a couple of beers from the depths. He offers one to Nora wordlessly.
She is still drinking a can of cold brew from La Colombe so Nora waves him off. He drops the second beer back into the cooler with a faint splash and closes the lid.
"Scooch over," Bradley asks and nudges her leg with the side of his sandy foot.
A cool breeze blows in from the ocean as Nora moves over, and Bradley smells like a summery mixture of coconut sunscreen and sweat, dropping down next to her.
He had to dive for a pass in the last game, and his calves are sandy as Bradley kicks out his legs and buries his toes in the sand.
Ice cold condensation rolls down the side of Bradley's fresh can of beer and drips down his arm onto Nora's legs. She sets her book aside with a frown, not wanting him to drip water on the pages, which are already a little wrinkled from her dropping it in a pool once.
She crosses her legs. Wipes the water from her skin.
Her damp palm smears across his bare shoulder as Nora wipes the water on him. Just to be annoying. She's surprised – and kind of alarmed – by how warm Bradley's skin is, scorching.
His shoulders are already a concerning shade of pink, and Nora asks, "Did you even put on the sunscreen I brought you?"
His chin dips in a nod, and Nora can see smudges of sunscreen residue around his reddening ears. "I burn easily."
He cracks open the beer with a crisp pop and fizz sound, like a sound effect from a Bud Light commercial. A wave of foam rapidly rises, and Bradley slurps it down with a muttered curse, only barely avoiding spilling it all over his lap.
"You should put on more," Nora says. She looks at his back and grimaces. "You're like giving off heat right now."
Another sip, and Bradley lets out an exaggerated ah! sound. "Are you offering to put it on for me? If you wanted to rub my shoulders so badly, you could've asked."
"It's a spray," Nora deadpans.
He visibly holds back a grin, mustache twitching, and Nora rolls her eyes.
Bradley pulls his sunglasses down with a crooked pinky and absentmindedly watches the current game over the edges of the golden rims. Drinks his beer. Reuben, Mickey, and Gracie are facing off against Jake, Javy, and Natasha right now while Bob is refereeing.
She pulls her book back into her lap and leans her chin on her open palm, reading, interpreting his silence as the end of the conversation.
Silly her, right?
She only manages to get through another paragraph and a half when Nora is interrupted again.
"So..." Bradley cuts in casually. "What's up? I feel like I haven't seen you all week."
Her brow scrunches as Nora frowns slightly. "You've seen me."
A drop of sweat rolls down his neck as Bradley shakes his head. "Barely."
"We had lunch yesterday," Nora reminds him. Did Bradley fall on his knees or on his head during that last dive?
"You're usually around more, like in the Ready Room, but I hung out in there a few times between drills, and you were always gone."
"I was in the hangar," Nora explains, deliberately oblivious. She knows Bradley is asking after the why – not the where.
"Why?" Bradley asks, directly so Nora can't dodge him again. She makes a face.
Why, indeed.
Frankly, because Bradley happened to be paired with Jake on a lot of the same drills and so, happened to be on the ground at the same time as him.
Nora isn't avoiding Jake. Per se.
Avoiding him would be unprofessional and also, kind of impossible and not really fair to him. He hasn't done anything. It's her. She has just been a little more... scarce than usual.
Bradley is more collateral damage than anything else.
He looks over before Nora has a chance to compose her face. "Why do you look like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like..." Bradley searches for the right phrase. He seeks wisdom in another sip of beer. "...you're my bunkmate on the carrier about to ask if I can find another place to crash for the night so I can get laid.”
She stares at him blankly. "I'm confused. Are you getting laid? Or am I?"
"Don't change the subject, Rogers."
"Me?" Nora exclaims. "You're the one with the confusing analogy."
"Just..." He waves his beer around. "Tell me."
Sighing, Nora sneaks a subtle – or rather, hopefully subtle – glance at Jake.
Shirtless, Jake is gleaming in the golden glow of the sun, glistening with an attractive sheen of sweat, all muscles and sun-kissed skin, rolling and flexing and all of those delicious words. He is wearing a backwards baseball cap, damp strands of golden hair swept across his forehead and underneath, making him look ruffled and boyish and so goddamn handsome.
And Jake's arms. His massive arms.
One of those arms wipes across his glistening forehead as Jake spikes the ball and sends Reuben and Mickey diving into the sand on the other side of the net. His cocky grin is blinding.
And even from here, Nora feels her pulse quicken. She feels like a dropped can of soda, one hard shake from bursting open.
She needs to get a grip and soon.
"You don't want to know," Nora promises.
"Tell me," Bradley nudges. "How bad can it really be?"
Well. She did warn him.
"I had a sex dream about Jake."
He chokes. A stream of beer dribbles down his chin and splashes across his bare chest, running down his abdomen in rivulets. Nora holds back a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Why would you tell me that?" Bradley looks pained, asking the question like, What did I ever do to you? Like, Why do you hate me so much?
"You asked," Nora replies calmly.
Mopping the beer from his chest with a balled-up shirt, Bradley looks pained. He coughs into his elbow. "I did not ask about – "
"Besides," Nora continues, ignoring him. "I needed to tell someone, and I couldn't scar Natasha like this so early in our friendship. I need advice."
"What... exactly is the problem?" Bradley asks, slow and reluctant, with a comical lack of enthusiasm; like she's forced the question out of him at gunpoint.
"Well, I guess I like him." Nora draws her knees in and brushing sand from her skin, warm from the sun, rests her arms on them. "Which is probably a bad idea, I know."
"Probably," Bradley echoes. He bobs his head from side to side, weighing his words, considering. "But really, what's a good idea?"
Surprise makes Nora look at him, sharp and sudden. "What does that mean?"
His shoulder drops into a shrug. "I guess, I mean Hangman is a good enough guy. You could do worse."
Brows raised, Nora asks, "Really? When exactly did you guys kiss and make up?"
Bradley wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Is that what gets you hot these days?"
He laughs when Nora digs her elbow into his side. She snorts despite herself. "You're such an ass. But really, aren't you going to try to talk me out of it? I expected you to be against the idea."
His laughter cools into something more thoughtful, more contemplative as Bradley asks, "Did you know my mom took six months to agree to go out with my dad?”
She shakes her head.
A kind of sad smile pulls at his mouth. A ghost of a smile. "Yeah. She wanted him to prove himself or something. She wanted someone who'd be serious about her. He obviously did, or I wouldn't be here."
A pause, and Nora patiently waits for him to continue.
"My birthday always brings up a lot of memories. I'm 36 now. Another year older than my dad ever got to be, which never gets any less weird. I never asked, but if she’d known how it would end, I bet she would’ve done some things differently. I know she would’ve done anything for six more months with him.”
Bradley says, "You like him. He likes you. And you've got what? Four more weeks here?"
A cool dread pools in the bottom of her stomach at the reminder, and Nora nods with a wan smile. Her opposite fist clenches and unclenches where Bradley can't see.
"Exactly. You're not gonna be here forever. Why not see what happens?"
Her knees drop open as Nora crosses her legs. She brushes sand from her ankles, runs her thumb over the delicate bone there, a soothing back and forth motion, meditative. Contemplating.
"He'd just be so..."
Ahead, as Javy prepares to serve, abdomen rippling as the Naval aviator raises his arm high, Jake cups his large hands around his mouth and heckles Reuben and Mickey. They give him the bird in unison, and even Gracie narrows her eyes.
Jake grins widely. So damn pleased with himself.
She drops her gaze before Jake can catch her watching him.
"So smug," Nora finishes. "He'd be so goddamn smug."
Bradley laughs. "Can't argue with you there."
He winds an arm around her shoulders, sympathetic and sweaty, and Nora leans her head on his shoulder. Her own shoulders are warm from sunshine. Her cheeks are pink.
She's probably overdue for a dip in the ocean.
"Do you know where you're going after this? At the end of this project, I mean?" Bradley asks quietly, and when Nora doesn't respond right away, looks at her sidelong. His brown eyes are warm in the afternoon sun, honeyed with flecks of amber. "Or should I not ask?"
Her answering sigh is almost lost amongst the sounds of the ocean waves, gently crashing against the shore, almost but not quite. "Please don't ask."
He acknowledges her words with a hum. "Gotcha."
Soon, Bradley finishes his beer and rejoins Natasha and Bob for the next game, huddling up, and Nora can feel Jake's eyes on her like she can feel the sun on her shoulders, like a burst of warmth.
She gives up any hope of reading her book and lays down. Closes her eyes. Basks in the warmth of the afternoon; in the sounds of gulls overhead and shouts of laughter; in the rush of salt air over her skin, on her tongue.
Everything else washes away, caught in the rising tide and carried out to sea. At least, for now.
A few hours later, after Nora has gone home and rinsed the sweat and sand from her skin and dressed again, she catches a ride with Natasha and Bob to the Hard Deck to meet the rest of the Naval aviators.
Penny is hosting something of a private Fourth of July barbecue – but with more alcohol and aside from a party-sized bag of Lay's chips Nora saw on the bar, no barbecue – in the early evening before San Diego's annual firework show, which kicks off around dusk.
The Hard Deck bar is a sea of khaki uniforms and crisp denim and shades of red, white, and blue, and Penny clearly decorated for the occasion.
A paper banner of red, white, and blue stars hangs across the large windows in the back, rustling like autumn leaves in the slight breeze from the side door. And cross-legged on a barstool by the windows, a cute but highly impractical pair of pale blue suede cowboy boots on her dangling legs, Nora leans an elbow on her knee, watching Jake and Natasha's nine ball game.
Dressed in a linen button-down, which pulls deliciously over his back muscles, Jake knocks a hard-to-reach ball into a pocket with a devil-may-care smirk. Natasha visibly winces.
"Think I want a rematch, Bagman," Natasha announces with a resigned swig of beer.
"Oh, Bagman again, is it?" Jake lets out a low and mocking whistle. "Haven't heard that one in a while. You must really be pissed, huh, Phoenix?"
Brows raised, Jake flawlessly executes a series of complicated shots while holding her dark gaze, which grows progressively steelier with every click and clack.
"Nora," Natasha says in a scary calm voice. "You can probably reach him best over there. Would you mind strangling Bagman for me?"
"Happily," Nora quips.
Jake makes a whole show of clutching his chest and pretending to be deeply offended, which lasts for all of 20 seconds. "No one likes a sore loser, Trace."
And Bob – who until now has been quietly observing from a barstool on Natasha's end – carefully sweeps cracked peanut shells and popcorn residue from his lap and chimes in with some much-needed optimism.
"You can still win. You still have..."
He launches a long-winded and strategic breakdown of all the different strategies and angles Natasha has left in her arsenal, counting them off. As if Natasha is competing in some Las Vegas championship, not playing a few amicable – well, maybe semi-amicable – rounds in a dive bar.
And while Nora is a very casual enjoyer of pool and doesn't understand half of what Bob is saying, she does understand that Jake is beating Natasha. Badly. Obnoxiously so.
An argument will definitely break out if Jake wipes the floor with Natasha. Nora can feel it in the air, like a crackle of electricity, an indigo downdraft before a summer storm.
So as Jake grows closer, setting up for the coupe de grâce, Nora catches the crisp sleeve of his linen button-down, fabric pulling tight across his muscular bicep.
He pauses. Turns.
Forehead wrinkling, Jake looks down at Nora, expectant.
He smells... so damn good. Focus.
"Don't be an asshole," Nora says coolly.
"You'll have to be more specific, I'm afraid."
She gives him a withering look, and god, Jake definitely wants to laugh. She can see it in his eyes, bright and gleaming and green and so close.
"About the game," Nora clarifies dryly. "Don't be an asshole about the game."
His gaze drops down to where Nora is still holding his sleeve. She releases it as if burned.
Amusement creases the corners of his eyes, and Jake drawls, "No promises, sweetheart," and pulls away.
Even so, Jake's next move – one that could've easily been a game ender – is a little less precise, a little less powerful than his previous one. It’s not enough to sink the nine ball.
And Natasha lives to see another turn.
A Tears for Fears song comes on as Natasha openly celebrates, drawing her fist down, victorious. Bob and Mickey cheer and clap from the sidelines. Her own personal cheerleaders.
Nora's lips curl upwards.
Three Naval aviators are notably absent from the group at the back of the Hard Deck right now. Reuben is with Gracie, who wanted to get a good spot for the fireworks on Harbor Island, and Bradley had gone straight from the beach to Captain Mitchell's and is now late.
(Bradley sent her a message peppered with various emojis and general incoherence but ending in L8, which was easy enough to understand.)
Javy is around here... somewhere. He vanished into the crowd like 20 minutes ago for a refill and some snacks and never came back. He's probably catching up with some of the Naval officers who had waved at him as Javy came in.
She knows Javy would've clapped for Jake, had Javy been here.
So Nora claps for him, a light clap, catching Jake's attention with the motion, not the sound. She's rewarded with a broad grin as Jake leans on the cue.
He retrieves his half-full glass from the counter underneath the windows and tips the amber liquid in her direction. A gunslinger in an old Western, tipping his cowboy hat at the nearest woman in the saloon.
She raises her own glass in return, and Jake grins, wide and slow and sensual and damn. He looks her up and down, gaze lingering on her cowboy boots, not saying a damn word, not needing to say a damn word.
A warm feeling rises in her chest like Nora's overindulged in champagne. Goddamn.
Jake still wins in the end, but not by as much as he could've.
As Natasha racks the pool balls, resetting the table for the next game, Nora drains the rest of her Old Fashioned, which was mostly ice now anyway, and carries her empty glass over to the bar.
Penny is busy performing her duties as hostess – meeting and greeting and mingling. She'd made her way over and said hello soon after Nora arrived – so a bartender Nora doesn't recognize is behind the bar right now.
She sets her glass down and pulls out her phone for a distraction while Nora is waiting. She opens Instagram and after scrolling, sees Natasha posted a couple of pictures from Moonlight Rollers on Sunday morning.
In one of the photos, Nora is leaning on Natasha's shoulder, lids lowered and sparkly, grin wide and drunken. Another is a group picture where Bradley has a big arm around both Natasha and Nora's shoulders, standing on either side of him, trying not to fall on his ass again.
A smile lights up her face as Nora likes the post and shares it on her Instagram story. Adding a disco ball and some confetti in the corner.
It's been a while since Nora's posted on Instagram. How long has it been? Since France, maybe?
She clicks on her profile and –
"Hi. You're Nora, right?"
He's definitely around her age. Cute enough with sand-colored hair that curls around his ears and dimples. Blue eyes. He looks like a classic California surfer.
He looks vaguely familiar, but Nora can't remember his name.
"Depends," Nora says coyly. She slides her phone into her back pocket and crosses her arms. "Should I be worried?"
He's confident enough to laugh. A slightly apologetic sound.
"Not at all. I probably should've led with..." He sticks out a hand, smiling. "I'm Aidan. I'm an AM on the Naval base – an Aviation Structural Mechanic. I've seen you around."
Ah. She can place him now.
Aidan had supervised one of the camera installations last week. She'd exchanged all of five words with him. He looks different, not dressed in coveralls.
He's not the only one. She probably looks different too.
She's braided her pale hair down her back, and a vintage Born in the USA Word Tour shirt slopes over her shoulders, cropped and loose, barely grazing the denim waistband of her light wash cut-offs – which are a smidge shorter than she remembered.
"Have you?" Nora asks. "I must be pretty memorable."
Aidan flushes, and Nora bites back a smirk.
"You're, uh... We don't have a lot of civilian contractors on the base right now. It'd be kind of hard not to remember you, I think."
Her mouth opens in a smile. "I think I’ll take that as a compliment.”
"You should," Aidan promises in a rush of breath. His blue eyes zero in on her empty glass. "What're you drinking? Maybe I could – "
"Making friends, Hollywood?"
Of course. Nora kind of wants to laugh.
She actually does laugh when 'Born to Run' by Bruce Springsteen comes on over the speakers, covering her mouth, and Jake bites back a smile, eyes sparkling, looking so damn pleased with himself.
Nora looks at him over her shoulder from under her dark lashes, blue eyes crinkling. "Wrong album, Texas."
He only grins.
Heart racing, Nora looks away. "You know Jake, right, Aidan?"
Nodding, Aidan grunts, "Hangman" with a neutral expression so practiced Nora knows all of the AMs must hate Jake. How many F-18 repairs have probably needed to be done in the months the Daggers have been stationed here?
"Howdy."
Jesus Christ. Nora rolls her eyes.
Jake regards the AM with a glued-on insufferable asshole smile until Aidan inhales – one of those sharp well, I better go inhales – and sure enough: "Well, I should get going."
"Oh, so soon?"
Nora kicks Jake in the ankle. His grin only widens.
Aidan looks between them with an unreadable expression and says, "Maybe I'll see you around, Nora. Happy Fourth," with a forced smile and leaves.
After, Nora bites down on the inside of her cheek to hold back a laugh.
"You're so irritating," Nora says.
"Am I?" Jake counters. "Why're you smiling then?"
She doesn't answer.
Grinning, Jake spots the bartender and flags him down with a quick and efficient, "I'll get another beer and another Old Fashioned for the lady here. Thanks, man."
"Presumptuous. And what if I wanted something else?"
His brows rise. "Did you?"
No but...
She could have.
“We’ll never know now,” Nora replies, stubborn, chin raised.
Jake reaches over and gives the end of her braid a gentle and light-hearted tug. So playful and casual. She gapes at him, and Jake grins down at her, shaking with suppressed laughter, eyes alight.
Her stomach does a somersault and then some. A full Olympic routine.
"Excuse me? Are you 12?"
But Nora is laughing.
Jake slides into the empty space beside her. Close enough for Nora to feel the warmth of him.
"What were you and AM Aidan chatting about over here? You know Phoenix made him cry once?" Jake asks. He sounds unbearably amused.
"Literally nothing. He was definitely about to ask me out though," Nora replies.
"Poor guy," Jake croons. His smirk is smug as all hell. "You'd eat him alive. Guy like that wouldn't even know what to do with you."
His words are drenched in implication, like Jake would know.
And against her will, Nora flushes.
He notices, of course, because Jake notices everything.
Luckily, the Hard Deck bartender chooses that exact moment to come back with their drinks. He sets them down. A beer for Jake. An Old Fashioned for Nora.
"Tab?"
"Seresin."
Nora opens her mouth, and Jake pulls on her braid again. She smacks his hand away.
"Don't be so stubborn, Hollywood. Let me buy you a drink."
She eyes him. "And what's the catch?"
A dimple carves into his cheek. "Maybe I'm just a nice guy."
"You are not a nice guy," and Nora doesn't mean for it to come out like it does, like it's a good thing, like she likes that about him.
His gaze is burning, and Jake is closer than ever before – shoe nudging between her boots, knee brushing against the inside of her exposed thigh – and Nora feels like a struck match held over a puddle of gasoline, like one wrong move, one right one will set her ablaze.
"Oh yeah?" Jake murmurs. “What am I then?”
Her bottom lip catches between her teeth, and Jake follows the movement, gaze darkening. His fingers spasm around the neck of the beer bottle, and Nora remembers another moment, a moment in this very bar when Jake's fingers brushed the side of her neck, warm and calloused and deliberate.
A call vibrates her phone in her back pocket.
Her caught breath escapes in a rush. She doesn't even look at the ID before Nora answers.
"This is Nora Rogers."
Jake eases back, lids low, and Nora swallows against her suddenly dry mouth. Plugs her ear to better hear the person on the other end.
It's so loud in here, but Nora manages to make out a few words.
"Nora, it's Jenna."
A breath punches from her chest, and Nora freezes.
In her peripheral, Jake frowns around his beer.
"I know, I know," Jenna is saying, oblivious, even as Nora feels like a hand has clawed between her ribs and slowly squeezed. "Who calls out of the blue anymore, right? But I saw your Instagram story, and I was like, I should give Nora a call while I have a minute... Are you there? It's kind of loud. Can you hear me? Nora?"
"Oh, um..."
Nora looks up at Jake, eyes wide. He doesn't hesitate, good in a crisis like any good Naval aviator would be. He sets his drink down and pulls the phone from her unresisting fingers.
"Nora's a little busy right now. She'll have to call you back later. You have a good Fourth, ma'am."
And Jake ends the call before Nora can even breathe.
She stares at him, unblinking.
"Nora?"
Not sweetheart, not Hollywood. Nora.
She snaps out of her daze and manages, "I need some air."
And Nora lets Jake pull her though the crowd and out of the side door, into the cooling summer air.
Evening sun cools on the blue horizon of the ocean as Nora is sitting in the bed of Jake's Chevy, legs dangling and swinging restlessly over the edge, hard metal pressing into her skin.
She doesn't mind. It's kind of grounding, actually.
She breathes in the salt air. Breathes deep and out.
"What's going on?"
Ah, damn.
"Ah..." Nora blinks her eyes open and discretely wipes at the moisture under her lids. "I'm fine. Just needed a minute."
She wonders if Jake can hear the strain in her voice, the strange reediness. She can hear it. Can see right through her own words. She wonders if Jake can do the same, can see right through her like Nora is made of the sea glass that dots the shore.
Metal creaks as Jake hoists himself up and squeezes in next to Nora. He is so damn broad, pressed against her entire side. His bare arm is warm against hers.
He gets comfortable, stretching out his legs.
Leans a hand behind her back.
His arm brushes against her side again.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Jake asks, voice a gentle rumble.
She blows out an uneven breath. "About what?"
"You looked a little upset inside, is all."
"I'm not upset," Nora says. A reflex. A lie.
"Come on..." Jake coaxes with a small smile. "You're a bad liar, sweetheart. What's going on? Tell Uncle Jake."
She's surprised enough to laugh, a choked and breathless sound. "Uncle Jake? What is that, like a sex thing?"
"You're so..." He chuckles, low and warm. "No, Nora. It's not a sex thing. Ma called me earlier. Apparently, my niece caught War of the Worlds on cable the other night, even though I know Sarah would never let her watch a PG-13 movie. She's seven."
"So now," Jake continues. "She's scared of fireworks. She's convinced some Independence Day aliens are gonna burst right out of ‘em.”
Nora cracks a small smile. "And did Uncle Jake talk some sense into her?"
"Damn straight," Jake affirms with an oh-so-serious nod. "Told her I would've seen any aliens from my plane and shot ‘em right out of the sky.”
He kind of rolls his eyes, like Can you believe what I put up with?, but Nora can hear the unbridled affection in his voice. He loves it. He loves being this person who can calm a scared little girl down and make it all better.
And Nora's delicate heart cracks wide open.
His shoulder bumps against hers, gentle. "Got any aliens I can shoot out of the sky for you, sweetheart?”
She sighs. "I'm not upset, exactly. I'm... frustrated with myself."
His brows furrow in question, and rather than explain, Nora offers her phone and lets him read the incoming messages for himself. It’s easier.
Jenna, 6:58 PM: Hi! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to catch you in the middle of something.
Jenna, 7:01 PM: Are you still considering that project I talked to you about in May? Take a beat, I don’t need an answer right this second, but I do need an answer kind of soon.
Jenna, 7:01 PM: I’m resending the pitch now. Check your email!
Jenna, 7:02 PM: (And maybe write me back for once)
Another message comes in as Jake is reading.
Jenna, 7:05 PM: Also, WHO was that guy on the phone? He has a sexy voice.
Nora snatches her phone back and locks the screen, holding her arms close.
A smirk wavers on his face, flickering on and off like an old light bulb, but Jake doesn't make a comment. His mouth settles in a line as he studies Nora.
“What’s wrong with the project? Why don’t you want it?”
She blinks at him, surprised, and Jake shrugs.
“You would’ve given her an answer before now otherwise, right?”
And damn if Jake doesn’t hit the nail right on the head.
“You’re right. I don't want it," Nora says. An admission. "But I know I should. So... I'm aggravated with myself."
"Why?"
She pulls her legs up and crosses them, fiddling with a loose thread in the denim. She explains in a hush, "Because now, I only have a month left here, and I'm in the same place I was before I came here. I don't have another project lined up at the end of this one, and I haven't even been looking, really."
He is looking at her with soft attention. A breath.
Nora continues, "I really used to love what I do, but I don't know, I've been so drained and uninspired and god, just so fucking exhausted for the past year and a half." She smooths her hands over her cheeks, still flushed from the humid bar. "I thought if I had a change of pace, maybe I could recharge and feel creative again so..."
"You came here," Jake finishes, understanding.
"So I came here," Nora repeats in a soft voice.
She came here, and now, Nora is stuck. Again.
"Documentaries have been a part of my whole... identity for so long that I don't know if I could do something else. I feel like I'd lose a part of myself if I ever stopped. And I've been this person for so long that I don't know if I could do something else. I don't know if I'd even know how."
A car pulls into the beachside lot and parks a few rows over and idles there, and over the sound of the engine and the crash of the ocean waves, Nora can make out the chorus of ‘Fade Into You’ by Mazzy Star. Her mom’s favorite song.
It feels like a sign.
And Nora says, “I guess I don’t want to look back a decade from now and be in the same place I am right now.”
“Which is?”
“Wondering if I’ve made the wrong choice.” Nora watches the horizon. A sigh escapes from her lips. “Wondering if I’m too late to make the right one.”
“Look at me,” Jake says, soft and gentle but firm. "Hey."
Nora leans her chin on her shoulder and meets his gaze, and Jake is looking at her with such intense green, open-faced and sincere.
"You could march into Cyclone's office on Monday morning and quit right then and there and – "
"Actually, Admiral Simpson's not my – ”
"You could..." Jake raises his voice to drown out her interruption until Nora presses her lips together. "...quit and never make another documentary ever again and still be an incredible person. I mean, hell, Hollywood, you're beautiful and clever as hell and at times, kind of mean."
A smirk brims on her lips, and Jake grins, a flash of white.
“You could be anything.”
She stares at him. “How could you possibly know that? You’ve only known me for like a month.”
“I know enough.”
He sounds so sure, so certain.
And Nora likes him. She likes him so much her chest aches. She holds a hand over her collarbone, rubbing at the sore spot over her heart, pulse racing underneath her palm.
"Thank you, Jake," Nora says softly.
His eyes are soft. "Of course, anytime."
A beat passes, and Nora could so easily let the moment fade.
She could go back inside and spend the rest of the weekend pushing him from her mind and wanting him.
Jake is so handsome in the golden glow. He's looking at her like...
No one's ever looked at her like Jake is looking at her right now.
She swallows hard and says, "You were right before."
His mouth quirks. "I usually am, but about what?"
A few strands of short hair come loose from her braid and fall in her face as Nora shakes her head.
“I do kind of like you,” Nora admits. “I kind of like you a lot.”
His lips part in a smile. “You like me.”
She bites down on the inside of her cheek. Hard. “Go ahead. Get it over with."
“And what exactly am I getting over with?"
“You really aren't going to be smug about this? You were right. Get it over with."
Nora waits. Drums her fingers on the surface of her thigh while Jake is quiet, suspiciously so.
“What? Nothing?"
"Oh, I'm sure I'll find a way to be smug later," Jake promises with a slow smirk. Later oozes with suggestion. Sparks dance across her skin where Jake's arm is pressed against hers.
“You like me,” Jake repeats again, voice soft.
Her chin dips in a nod.
“And what are we gonna do about that, sweetheart?”
It’s all Nora can do not to squirm under his gaze.
She replies, “Nothing. Just wanted you to know,” in a voice so paper thin, so breathless that even Nora doesn’t believe herself.
You’re a bad liar, sweetheart, echoes in her head.
And like he knows, a smirk kicks up the edge of Jake's mouth.
In a movie, this would be a moment, the moment.
A director would ask the camera to get in close and closer still, documenting every microcosm of their expressions, every glimpse of emotion in their eyes, and in the background, a delicate instrumental would build and build, a gradual swell, like an ocean wave.
Grow louder and stronger until in a dark theater, surrounded by strangers and popcorn grease, or at home on the couch, whoever is watching catches themselves holding their breath, until the world drops out from under them, until…
He leans in close, locked and loaded with a clever countermove.
“Bull…”
And unable to let him have the last word, even in this, especially in this, Nora closes the distance between them and kisses him.
And kisses him and kisses him, hand dipping in the open space where his linen shirt gapes from his collarbone and running her fingers over the golden skin, warm from the sun, over that damn chain.
Hooking it around her index finger, Nora gives it an experimental pull, the smallest and slightest of tugs, and Jake reacts like Nora has reached inside his chest and pressed an on switch.
A warm palm slides up the slender length of her neck, settling on her nape, and anchors her against him. He breathes her name against her mouth, like a prayer, like a confession.
Nora Nora Nora.
Pulls her in and in and in until Nora is all but on top of him, impossibly close.
She wants nothing more than to crawl over him and –
A car alarm wails from behind them.
She pulls back, breathing hard, and like a magnet, Jake follows.
He rests his forehead against her bare shoulder, catching his breath, pressing a kiss to the new freckles from the afternoon and another.
“Um…” Nora starts.
He kisses the side of her neck once, and Nora cuts herself off with a rush of breath, gripping his biceps for balance.
“We’re…” Nora tries again. “We should…”
He pauses. Pulls back so Nora can see his face.
His pupils are blown wide.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Nora asks, both a question and a plea. Please want to get out of here.
“Yes,” Jake breathes and kisses her again, his answer a groan against her mouth. "God, yes, Nora."
He doesn't even get his credit card from the bartender.
Less than a minute later, Jake is cutting across Coronado in his Chevy like an F-18, cutting across cooling blue skies.
Between stop signs, Jake reaches across the bench seat and laces their fingers together, pressing a firm kiss to her knuckles.
Her other hand drifts out of the open window, and for a brief moment, as the wind catches her fingers just right, Nora closes her eyes and feels like she's flying.
end note: likes are appreciated, but comments and reblogs are amazing. i'd love to hear from you! and all my love to @sometimesanalice for letting me ramble to you for months about this fic and @roosterbruiser for beta reading!
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7/13
fluff, established rs, non-idol au, gender neutral reader
503 words. 2,594 characters
Warnings: jihoon getting a bit annoyed (LMAO), cursing, clingy reader, taxes??, jihoon overworking himself🥹, somewhat unserious narration (I can't help myself)
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@woozvc psttt nora! here you go👀
Finally! It's the weekends, time to relax and chill with your very not busy boyfriend!... Yeah I'm never going to get him out of his room..
usually, you'd both have been busy during the weekdays. You know work and all since both of you agreed you would both pay the bills, each two months it would be switched over to who would pay.
Like example, January-February is your months and the next two are Jihoons.
Well, seems Jihoon has developed some type of weird habit of literally working his ASS off at the first few weeks of his two months... Jeez you have like what, 60 days?
Unfortunately, today is one of those days. All your plans to hang out with your sweet boyfriend is all gone! You know he's trying to do this for a good cause but... He's a bit too extreme sometimes! He'd go days sometimes without sleep, you can't help but get a little worried.
You've tried and TRIED to get his attention so he can stop working, you've even told him you would pay for this month's rent too(💀). Nope he won't budge one bit, he almost got super mad at you at one point.
He quickly apologized afterwards though, but did he stop working?Hell no!
"Jihoon... " you whined as you sat beside your boyfriend on the couch, leaning onto him. He didn't seemed fazed at all
" Look I'm sorry for making you mad, I'm just worried. " you mumbled burying your face into his shoulder, Jihoon slightly leaned on your head, made you cheer up a bit. You both stayed like that, sitting in silence.
Jihoon lightly pushed your head aside and stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom" you simply nodded at him and, not you brainstorming for ideas on how to make him stop doing his work for at least one minute💀
Ding ding! How certain were you that this would work? Ehh i'd say slim chance of 40% ! 50% if you were lucky enough.
Jihoon finally came back, as soon as he sat down you placed your hand on his thigh which caught him off-guard, " Y/n? Can you remove your hand, I need to work. " you refused, you did take your hand off for a second but changed your position and lied your head onto his lap
Jihoon didn't know what to do, He didn't want to be rude and just shove you off, " Y/n I need to work please. " he said as he placed a lock of your hair behind your ear.
" You've been working so hard for the past week, just this once. Please rest, come on! It's even the weekends. Can't you spend some time with your very cool partner? "
he sighed in defeat as he closed his laptop and adjusted his position, he grabbed the remote and looked at you " What movie do you want to watch? "
" Legally blonde. " " Again? " " Yeah, so what? "
Cien rambles
AAHDFADFAHHFAD, yk... yk whos next *kicking my feet in the air* HAHFAHEHHEHEH!!!!!!!!!!1
No reason, I jst wanted an excuse to put this LMAOAO( this is my fav woozi look tbh😭🥹)
#caratsland#cienlvrs#woozi#seventeen#svt imagines#seventeen fluff#seventeen imagines#seventeen x reader#seventeen imagine#svt fanfic#lee jihoon#woozi x reader#seventeen woozi#svt woozi#woozi fluff#svt
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chapter 6 thoughts: (spoilers ahead!)
oh. fuck.
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he was king. now he’s a martyr.
holy shittttt
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aftg really brings us all together, this is random but i love talking to other fan accounts about the books
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anyway fanfics will no longer have to speculate when rikos funeral was, and if kevin attended or not (or if he had a mental breakdown about it)
also neil u have no tact babe and i love u for it
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oh renee ur so lovely ur so insightful (neil u should listen to what she has to say)
jean and his ‘i won’t grieve him’ ❤️🫶
- ‘promise me’ jean said with a desperation that should have kill him, nathaniel didn’t hesitate, ‘i promise’ SHUT THE FUCK UP I LOVE THEM THANK U NORA THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED FROM THIS BOOK
THE SWAP FROM NATHANIEL TO NEIL IS JUST AS POWERFUL FROM JEANS PERSOECTIVE IN TSC AS IT WAS IN FROM NEILS IN TKM I LITERALLY CANNOT THE PARALLELS ARE KILLING ME
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it’s 1:40 am and i’ve just made a cup of tea to keep myself awake
feeling many things about jeans perusal of the fox photo wall and taking renee’s picture
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i know these motherfuckers aren’t accusing neil kevin and jean of abandoning that cunt and leading to his ‘suicide’
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WE ARE THE RIGHT PEOPLE I THINK JUST NOT THE RIGHT TIME (look i am admittedly not a jean/renee shipper but good god they are so sweet in this)
A COOL EVENING BREEZE AND RAINBOWS
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screaming as silently as i can rn
- petition for someone to put summertime sadness on the jean playlist
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whattttt is the mystery about jeremy’s family?? what is this fabled fall banquet that tore his family in half im so intrigued i have to know more
ALSO JEREMY IS IN THERAPY AND HAS SOME SORT OF FAMILY ISSUES I KNEW IT IM SURE THATS ON A BINGO SOMEWHERE
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jeremy dad of the trojans checking to see that they’re safe and also cody first cannon non binary character??? pls say yes
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accidentally fell asleep in the middle of my planned all nighters whoops it’s currently 7 am
chapter 7:
“I like to indulge,” Jeremy said with a dimpled smile. Kevin’s words mocked him in the back of his thoughts: “Some of them you like.”
i did. notice this in chapter 2 or whatever but is this?? are we getting jerejean???? that’s what this means righ??
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jeremy wdym ‘oh to be the pampered elite’ u have a butler??
jean defending kevin saying he’s earned the right to be arrogant be still my beating heart i love these stubborn mother fuckers
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He was years away, watching a different beautiful boy lean in close to say, Will you teach me when he’s not watching? It could be our secret.
STOP IT RN
chapter 8!!
flicked him a sly look. “Easy on the eyes, maybe.”
AHHHHH!!!
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also so glad that there’s 100% confirmation cat and laila are dating (shared bedroom!)
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the description of laila and cats lounge room is so soft and cozy im so jealous i wish i was there
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barkbark von barkenstein u will never top sir fat cat mcatterson (although props to nora for always having simultaneously the worst and most creative names for pets)
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jean telling cat she’s a good player but misses every ball at her hips is literally every raven! (someone) fic ever come to life where they meet a relatively normal other team and have absolutely no tact or awareness of what others considered rude and immediately tell the other players what their weaknesses are (i’m obsessed)
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“Yes,” he said, and if he didn’t sound sure, he at least sounded angry. “Let them all burn. I hope none of them survive.” BABY I LOVE U IM SO PROUD OF U UR SAFE NOW FUCK RIKO FUCK THE RAVENS FUCK THE MASTER
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“Oh, he’s good. A bit rude, but I like him. I think we’re going to be good friends.”
i’d say the exact same thing
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*jeremy giving jean the keys*
well it’s not andreil levels of drama and symbolism but love a good comparison
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or they do not care enough about her wellbeing. It’s unforgivable either way.”
giggling a bit over jean being up in arms about boba knowing that he’d be seriously unimpressed with me if he knew how much boba i drank
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he wants to know what it was for
AND WHAT IF THAT LINE BROKE ME NORA?? AND WHAT THEN??
The Ravens had given up everything to be the undefeated champions, only to be destroyed last month by a tiny team from South Carolina.
I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE
“Loving something is not enough,” Jean told him, right on cue. “When is the last time you enjoyed playing?” Jeremy asked. “Irrelevant,” Jean said. “I am Jean Moreau; I am perfect Court. I do not need to enjoy it to be the best backliner in the NCAA.”
that was what Jean felt safest in, Jeremy would back his decision wholeheartedly.
LITERALLY LEAVE ME ALONE
chapter 9999
also i’m so glad that we have jeremy/laila/cat friendship like in fics and stuff they were always best buddies coz they were the only trojan characters named in the books but it’s great to see they’re actually good friends in cannon
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“I need you to listen to me for one moment,” Laila said, “and I need you to believe me when I say it. Fuck Coach Moriyama.”
AGREED AGREED AGREED FUCK THAT CUNT
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COOKING LESSONS WITH JEAN THIS IS THE WHOLESOME CONTENT I SIGNED UP FOR
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cat talking macronutrients and promising to help with his diet so it’s still familiar but more fun in order to begin healing jeans relationship with food is so important to me
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nora bleaching jeremy’s hair blonde after telling us she was shocked we all headcannoned him as blonde while she thought he was brunette is so funny to me,, don’t worry fan artists u do not have to change a thing!
(frosted tips made me giggle too, jeremy u pussy)
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“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?”
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chapter 10
jean learning basic household chores like sorting and washing clothes and deep cleaning the apartment and learning his way around a supermarket <3
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LAILA CAT JEAN FRIENDSHIP IS REAL
Afternoons were filled with whatever the women were in the mood for that day, be it wandering downtown, shopping, or combing through estate sales.
Jean went where they took him because it was better than being left in the house alone,
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COOKING IS HEALING JEAN ITS A COMFORT THING SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS IS EVERYTHUNG HES SO REAL FOR THAT
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Ravens graduated; they didn’t leave.
fuck if that didn’t just stop my heart
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i definitely should have been more wary of the trigger warnings. if anyone is wanting to read the book but is worried about certain parts, i’d be happy to let y’all know what sections are triggering so u can try and skip around them.
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But Jean was not a Raven, and Wayne was dead.
FUCK YEAH BABY NOT ANYMORE U ARENT
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the thought of that quiet space with its single bed was so repulsive he turned toward the living room instead. - this is so important to me
He could sense the others’ presence even if they weren’t around to bother him, and that was enough to take the edge off the loneliness eating at his heart.
literally end my life i’m so happy for jean, he’s healing slowly but surely
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this was better than anything he’d ever had. It was worlds more than he deserved. He feared it as much as he wanted it;
JEAN U DO DESERVE IT I PROMISE U
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wait wtf,, zane is reacher??? in literally every raven fic ever reacher is the most abusive character other than riko
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OMFG BEACH SCENE??? THEYRE GONNA TAKE JEAN TO THE BEACH??? CHECK THAT OFF EVERY SINGLE BINGO CARD MADE FOR THIS BOOK
^ yeah i wrote that two seconds before then reading jeans panic attack about drowning and the trigger of riko waterboarding him and neil and now i want to cry
#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#tsc#the sunshine court#jean moreau#jeremy knox#laila dermott#catalina alvarez#nora sakavic#usc trojans#renee walker#neil josten#andrew minyard#kevin day#david wymack#nathaniel wesninski
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JNPR Abridged pt.1
Jaune: Alright team! Assemble!
Ren: We've been here for like... 40 minutes
Jaune: Well then assemble better
Nora: Don't know how to do that
Pyrrha: Nora don't be a wise guy
Jaune: I don't think she has any problem with that,
Nora: Hey! well fuck you to Jaune
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Roman: *beat up after fighting Jaune* What the hell is wrong with you!?
Jaune: *Also beat up* You want to know what's wrong with me!? Every night I have the same reoccurring dream, where I wake up next to a Pumpkin Pete box, and the prize inside is the rabbit and then I wake up in a cold sweat and then piss myself back to sleep!
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Neptune: All I'm saying is we need to come up with a better plan
Jaune: Shut the fuck Neptune
Neptune: I'll have you know I slept with most of the women at Haven!
Ren: Shut the fuck up, Neptune
Nora: 'Why am I on this team again?'
Ren: now look, I have a massive dick
Nora: 'Ahhh!'
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Cinder: Well it's a pleasure to meet you all
JNPR: ...
Jaune: You're evil aren't you?
*In CMEN's Room*
Cinder: *Looking at Emerald, Mercury, and Neo* They are so fucking onto us!
#rwby#team jnpr#jaune arc#nora valkyrie#pyrrha nikos#lie ren#rwby jaune#rwby nora#rwby ren#rwby pyrrha#One piece abridged#rwby meme#cinder fall#rooster teeth
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