#and shes so nice and smart and friendly and im NOT !!
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#++#my friend from uni contacted me and idk im so bad at texting and i feel bad cause i dont want her to think that i dont like heeeer#also im ashamed that weve been out of uni for a bit yet i havent been working on our field which ik its not a big deal but im EMBARRASSED#so unacomplished AH!! THE VOICES!!#and shes so nice and smart and friendly and im NOT !!#everytime uni friends contact me i feel like a failureeeee#idk someone tell me its ok or smtn :c
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Hi :)) im wondering if you could write a Remus fic with a suuuuper shy!reader? Reader loves him but poor baby can't even look at him omg. Love your fics darling🌙
hi lovelyyy,, thanks for requesting !! yes ofc i could :) i hope you like this !! ☁️🪽🫧🫧
one spoon for two
(remus lupin x reader)
contents : fluffy, shy reader, mentions of twoz book series bcs my ozian ass is obsessed with them😭🙏, not proofread
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it wasn't a secret that you were shy.
you don't talk much. you usually let the others do the talking and you listen. despite your lack of voice, your ears are fully open. which is not so much of a convenience really.
sometimes you worried that your friends get bored of you because you have nothing to say. it's not like you don't care, you do. you just don't quite know the right words to express what you think.
you only talk when it's necessary. when people talk to you first. that's why you've been getting frustrated lately.
sitting on the grass with a book open on your lap, you were focused on the neatly printed pages and illustrations on your book along with the sound of soft winds and dried leaves. well- that was until you saw the infamous marauder, james and sirius trotting on the ground while throwing a snitch at each other to catch.
you don't want to look at them. although every part of you wanted to steal a glance towards the kindhearted marauder, remus lupin.
he's the perfect combination of every good things in the world.
he is smart, funny, witty, caring, and so much more.
it takes everything in you to keep your little pupils away from his face. if you look at him, you were sure you'd blush and that would be embarrassing.
you got up slowly, escaping whatever you're feeling right now.
there he goes, averting his eyes to your moving figure. he frowns a little, knowing that you were quite shy in front of people and prefer being in the company of your own.
"whatcha looking there moony? your girl?" sirius quipped.
"she wouldn't even look at me," he shook his head. he wondered if you knew his feelings and were terrified.
"she's just shy, moony," james said, almost missing the snitch sirius threw.
the next time you were in the same room with him was in potions. you noticed how his hair flops in the prettiest way possible with the perfect shade of golden.
then the next second, he turned his head so you reluctantly look away immediately. thankful that he was turning to look at james and not you.
and god does the universe loves seeing you nervous!
your were partnered up with remus and james to brew a potion together.
the two boys walked towards your table. james skipping like a child while remus tried to keep his cool.
"hey darlin' i will be getting the ingredients yeah, and you and remus can set up the table," james grinned a friendly grin.
you nodded, whispering a 'yeah'. it wasn't loud, but remus heard it just as clear.
as you set up the table, remus tried talking to you, to hopefully get you comfortable and to show that he is a good person.
you didn't need him to do things just to prove he is a good person. you already knew that of course. he is nice to everyone. he's selfless and caring.
"hey, you alright?" he noticed your timid movements.
"yeah, m'fine," you said to him in such a quiet voice. you couldn't look at him, you're too shy to do so.
it was the middle of brewing when your hand brushed his while you were crushing pearls. "sorry," you mumbled.
"no need to apologise..." he frowned, confused as to why you were so... away from here yet you were in the same room. "you sure you're alright?" he continued, reaching for your palms.
he was shocked at himself. he just touched your hand? he's never done that to anyone except his marauders. but he didn't regret it though, your skin was so much softer than his. he felt like he's holding a ball of cotton.
your cheeks turned red when his hand grasped yours. your heart beating twice as fast. "remus, i'm promise im okay...," you answered.
remus squeezed your knuckles, sending a confused look to james in which he returned with a teasing grin that made remus rolled his eyes.
maybe he liked you. well- who's he kidding, of course he does! he saw you almost everyday, and you look so enchanting the entire time.
he thinks your hair is perfect. you styled it in the way that makes your pretty face prettier. your energy (or lack of energy) is cute too. you fumble with your words when people talk to you. and he thinks it's adorable and attractive at the same time.
the way you pushed your hair away from your eyes as you crushed those pearls. it was absolutely angelic.
"i think y/n likes you moons," james said when they were all sprawled on their dorm at the end of the day.
"i think so too" sirius agreed, chuckling as he threw a piece of crumpled up paper.
"me too." he said.
everyone stayed silent after that. mouth wide open. they never thought remus would be so confident saying that someone likes him (although it's not a bad thing, just out of remus' usual self deprecation).
"wha- no!" remus shook his head in disbelief. "i mean i like her too," he corrected shyly, his cheeks flushing.
"we know," the three of them said at the same time and bursted into laughter the next moment.
"it's quite obvious moony!" james said, "especially this morning when you held her hand. you never do that! let alone let us touch your little shoulder."
"it's different!"
"oh we know! you never look at me like you want to kiss my face off but you do look at y/n that way," james said.
"she always steals a millisecond to look at you y'know?" sirius snickered. enjoying the embarrassment his best friend is experiencing currently.
"don't lie, pads. she didn't even look at me the whole potions class," remus sighed.
"she's just shy, moony," sirius rolled his eyes. "if you really really and i mean really feel like you two can work out together, my advice is that you should reach out and talk to her. slowly but surely she'll be less nervous with you!"
and remus took sirius' advice. usually his advices are absurd and obnoxious but sirius has girls and boys falling for him left and right. surely he knows how to treat a girl right?
he saw you sitting at the library one evening. nose buried in your book. the only features he can see are your hair, forehead, and eyebrows.
and they all look pretty. your brows would furrow when you read something weird in the book.
it's hard to compose himself when you were there. just sitting peacefully with no care about the things surrounding you. you weren't even doing anything and he is smitten.
you heard shuffling besides you and you look up almost instantly, meeting a pair of honey green eyes in the colour like a comet in the sky.
you look away immediately, focusing on your book, growing nervous under his stare.
he smiled, "is it okay f'me to sit here?"
"yeah," you replied. you cringed at how short it was. you don't want to come off as rude or cold or anything but it's hard to speak a sentence.
"what're you reading there?" he asked, his voice sweet like candy.
"uh," you flipped your book around, to read off the title. "the road to emerald city of oz," you replied, tilting your chin towards him as you smile gently but still keeping your eyes firmly on the page.
"is it like a series? i heard about the wonderful wizard of oz somewhere," remus replied.
"it is," you nodded. it's hard to read when he's beside you like this. when you're the only thing in his view right now. when you're the only one in his head.
"do you have all the books?" he asked, just wanting to hear voice.
"i do," you finally flickered your eyes at him for a good two seconds before returning them back to your book. you blushed when you look at him. he was radiating comfort and care but you were too much in your feelings. eye contact is your weakness.
"can i borrow them?"
"you want to read them?" you looked at him again, this time a little longer and a little more confused. confused as to why anyone would be interested in what you like.
"why not? don't you like it?" he asked.
"i do," you replied. "i'm on the seventh book," you looked down again.
remus let out a soft chuckle, gazing at you like you're the most precious human being ever.
"huh?" you furrowed your brows. looking at his sweater instead of his face.
"you're so dear you know," he smiled.
your cheeks flushed red at his compliment. you didn't reply. didn't know how to.
"i'll get the book for you," you scrambled out of the library, heading to your dorm to give remus the first book in the series.
while being away from him, you collected yourself, taking deep breaths because he's so breathtaking that close. you've never been this close to him. he smells so good.
you were back in a jiffy, only to find out that remus has scooted more in the middle, making your legs touch when you sit down.
"oh yeah! just like what i heard "the wonderful wizard of oz," he nodded.
"sorry, it's a children's book," you replied in embarrassment, just realising that you were reading a book for children!
"oh i don't mind! i read cringy werewolf romance books and that makes you so much better than me," he laughed, seeing the small smile that appeared on your pretty lips.
the next time he was talking to you this close again was when he finished the first copy of your book. he had finished it in just two days, leaving you in surprise.
he read it so fast so he can find an excuse to spend time with you again. the story was quite alright, but he would not tell that to you.
"hi," he plopped down next to you in the library. same exact spot as last time. "i finished it!" he held up the book.
"oh that's great," you replied, surprised he was sitting here again next to you "did you like it?"
"i loved it! i can't believe the wizard of oz is just an old basic man! not even magic," he huffed childishly, making you giggle.
the sound is simply spa music to his ears.
"what's your favourite character?" remus asked.
"glinda."
"oh the witch... from the south?"
"yeah," you replied.
"next book?" he questioned.
you had it in your bag, ready to give it to him anytime. "i've got it here," you pulled it out.
remus smiled as your fingertips brushed past his in a quick incandescent touch.
this routine continued so and so until he noticed a few changes within yourself. you weren't that shy nor timid anymore. you still couldn't hold eye contact with him for more than five seconds but that's alright for him.
during those five seconds he is sure he has fallen in love. he couldn't help it. you're his crush since forever, it's bound to happen.
"hey, i finished glinda of oz!" remus cheered, putting down the book on his lap as he took in your appearance.
this was not at the dark library that shadows off your features. you were sitting on grass in the afternoon, making your skin glow under the golden rays of sunshine. he can see your pretty face clear now.
you smiled at him as he took a seat beside you, you actually feels secure enough around him to look at his face.
"that means you finished the whole series, rem," you let out a soft and proud but light chuckle.
"i now know why you love it so much!" remus smiled. he realised he always smiles when he's with you. you must have super powers.
"do you like glinda?" you asked.
"my favourite character is the tin wood man. he's funny, but yeah. since you like glinda so much then i guess she can be a favourite of mine too!" remus replied, rubbing circles in your knuckles.
just that little gesture he did made you shy all over again, unable to look at him like the first time you two were talking.
remus smiled again, gently taking your other hand with his other. "i want to ask you something, lovie," remus looked into your beautiful eyes.
your head is fuzzy. he called you 'lovie'. a nickname. you're sure you were warm in the face.
remus brushed his fingers on your left cheek with the softest touch known to men. "love..."
"yes...?"
"the next hogsmeade trip is this saturday.... do you want to er- like share the trip together- i mean as a date?" he looked at you with such fondness in his eyes.
"me?"
"yes you, lovie, look at me yeah?" remus gently cupped your cheeks.
you two were so close to the point that you can feel remus warmth radiating off of him.
"what do you say?"
"yeah," you nodded. embarrassment washing you again when all you said was just a 'yeah'.
"yeah yes or yeah no?" remus asked, a smile playing on his lips.
"yes i'll go with you," you were a blushing mess, trying to look away from his eyes but his soft hands kept tugging you back.
remus felt the heat from your cheeks in his palm. it was absolutely a fuzzy feeling knowing that you were showing likeness towards him.
he wanted to kiss you. doesn't have to be on the lips. he'd love to plant small kisses on your red cheeks. but he didn't of course. boundaries.
"settled then yeah? i'll be waiting at our common room, darling," he smiled.
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My New Boss (e.o)
Requested <3
LizziexFem Reader
GxG
Legal age gap 🤭 y/n is 22 lizzie is 34
Did ya miss me 😏😏 sorry for not updating haha had a shitty few weeks I'm currently hungover so fricking bad so thought I'd give yall a one shot gonna try and update a few so send me requests please I go on holiday in 10 daya so gonna try and update a few before then ✌🏻
Y/ns POV:
I look over to my roommate June who has a huge smirk on her face "what it's 7am why are you smirking at me" I say rolling my eyes as I grab my cup of coffee "someone's looking all cute and sexy for her boss" I don't even need to look at her I can hear her smirk "no, no" i start as I look down at my outfit a simple cute shirt with a shortish skirt and some simple black heels "this is just smart work clothes" I huff as she laughs "yeah yeah I've seen your boss and that is one hot milf" I frown "she doesn't have kids dickhead" she walks towards me placing her hands on my shoulders "maybe not but she's 34 and you're 22 she's 12 years older" I pull away and put my coffee cup in the dishwasher "I don't like her like that" I lie to myself and my roommate "I just admire her and somewhat look up to her she's always been nice to me that's it" I say as I make my way to the front door "now I gotta go or I'll be late" with that I quickly make my way to my car to start the short journey to work.
As I walk in and swipe my card I smile and greet the reception workers "morning ladies" I say with a smile as I make my way up towards my bosses office my heart beating a little faster as I stop and knock "come in" I hear her loud but sweet voice as I make my way inside "good morning miss olsen" I swear as she looks up her face lights up "well good morning y/n you look great today" she smiles as she places her pen down giving me her full attention "uh thank you, you too miss olsen" I blush playing with my fingers "that skirt is gonna have alot of eyes on you y/n" she speaks with a tone to her voice maybe jealousy no why would she be I clear my throat and straighten my skirt "I uh I'm sorry I didn't think it would be inappropriate miss olsen ill stick to pants" I say feeling my cheeks burn as I look into her eyes she has her bottom lip captured in her teeth "I think you should stick to the skirts you look extremely sexy" I feel my heart racing at her words "why don't you go grab us both a coffee and then ill give you work for the day not sure what needs done at the moment" I nod and turn to rush to the kitchen to pour 2 cups of coffee making my way back as quickly as possible "here you go miss olsen" I say as I place her coffee on the table as she gives me her adorable bright smile "please take a seat y/n" I sit as she looks at me "so you've been here 2 months now how are you finding it" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee what sounds like a moan leaving her lips "I've absolutely loved it everyone is so friendly and made me feel so welcome, I have a great boss and great co workers what more can a girl want in a job" I smile as I hold my coffee in both in hands "that's great I'm glad you're loving it im hoping you stick around you're the best assistant/worker I've had working by in a long time you get the work done properly" I can't help smile like a fool as she praises me "oh I am indeed loving it and the people are great a few of the girls around the office invited me to a night out on Friday so I'm glad to be included" she frowns slightly as she tilts her head "a night out huh with drinking and stuff" she asks taking me by surprise as I nod sipping my coffee "well maybe I'll join you ladies" I almost chock on my coffee as my eyes widen, no fuck I can't have her near me or see me when I'm drunk what if I make a move or day something stupid and loose my job fuck "hey y/n where did you go, that wouldn't be a problem would it?" I try to compose myself as I sit straight "oh uh no that won't be a problem you are more than welcome to join us ill find out the details from the girls at lunch and ill let you know when and where" I smile kicking myself inside "great ill look forward to it" she smirks as she says it, fuck why does she look so good "can you take these files and copy them that should take you to lunch" she says as she pushes a pile of files I smile and get to work.
8 hours later:
I sigh slamming myself onto the couch as I get texts from 2 of the girls asking why I invited the boss I quickly inform them it was an accident as I throw my phone one the couch "damn was work that bad you look like shit" I hear June say as she plops down beside me I groan and look at her "lizzie was asking how I was finding the job and we where chatting and I told her I have a night out with the girls from work on Friday and now she's coming to I can't drink alcohol around her you know how I am, ill either think fuck it and make a move or I'll tell her something stupid" I rant as she laughs slightly "hey y/n calm down it will be OK here's what to do find a girl, drink and dance and have fun maybe get a kiss or two and you'll be fine if you have your attention on a cute girl you won't do anything stupid" I think for a second and sigh "yeah I guess you're right" i say standing up and I go to my room to get changed into shorts and a vest trying not to think about the night out in days.
AN: I genuinely hope this makes sense I feel it doesn't I wasn't planning on making it 2 parts but it was long before I even had a chance to put smut so the next part will be smut with a cheeky little night out with the boss 🤭 I hope yall are doing amazing! Remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 😘 requestes are open as always, word count 1.2k
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hello! i hope you're having a nice day 💕
also, i just fell in love w the way you write, and was wondering if i can request for an specific scenario!! you and jake are friends and have feelings for each other but no one confesses until you end up hooking up at a party 🤨 i thought abt this the whole day but i just know you're gonna write it better! please, and thank you 💗
⋇⊶⊰ BOUND TO HAPPEN ⊱⊷⋇
pairing: crush!jake x fem!reader
genre: smut
summary: a dull college party brings you and your crush closer than ever before. if you cum, you agree to be his girlfriend.
warnings: mentions of alcohol, pet names, oral (receiving), squirt, dom!jake, 2.3k words
a/n: thank u so much for your compliments and for your request <3 i don’t really go to parties so i’m not sure it’s tooooo realistic/accurate, im sorry!!
“i think i just saw jake and his friends walk up your driveway,�� you frantically patted at your friends’ arms, waiting, rather impatiently, for one of them to admit that they invited him without telling you.
“it’s cool, y/n, i invited jay and you know that they can’t be separated,” raya’s hand found yours as she spoke. she gave it a tight squeeze before dropping it as three boys walked straight into her kitchen.
“hey, where’s the party at?” one of jay’s friends asked, placing a crate of beer onto the counter. “where is everyone?”
“i said 10,” raya replied, “but who actually arrives at 10?”
“true,” jay responded, continuing the conversation by asking about who he was expecting to see here.
you couldn’t make out any names, all your focus was on the boy to his right. jake. he gave you a friendly smile and a slight wave, one that beckoned you over to him. you grabbed a bottle of beer from the kitchen counter on your way over to him and extended it towards him. he took it with a “thank you,” before grabbing his keys from his jacket pocket and opening the cap. “how have you been? i haven’t seen you in so long,” he joked, knowing you’d shared a lecture together that morning.
“ugh so stressed, there’s this one guy in my class, he’s so annoying!” you snarked back, “jake, i think his name is.”
“nah, i heard he’s super smart and hot, a distraction if anything,” he took a swing of his beer. you mimicked, taking a sip of your drink too. “fuck, what is this shit, tastes rancid!” he pulls it away from his face to read the label, “0%, who brought alcohol free beer to a party?” his eyes landed on the friend of jay’s that had come in shouting, he clicked his tongue and muttered something under his breath. “i genuinely have no idea who that guy is, and i don’t think jay does either,” he laughed, whispering closely into your ear. your hand gripped his arm naturally as he spoke, you were barely able to concentrate on what he said, knowing he was so close to you right now.
“you seriously don’t know him?” you snapped your head around to get another look at the guy, “shouldn’t we like, tell him to leave?”
“nah, no point, looks like he’s already found someone to defend him,” he points over towards the guy again, whose tongue is down raya’s throat.
it’s midnight. the downstairs of raya’s house is full of people, mostly students from your college but some you don’t even recognise. over the last two hours, you realised that the guy who came in with jay and jake was actually the dj that raya had been sleeping with for the past month. he was loud and obnoxiously extroverted, and worst of all, pretty bad at djing.
a hand on the small of your back took you away from the conversation you were having with some people you knew from campus. “we’re playing truth or dare,” jay explained, guiding you to the kitchen, where, thankfully, the music was quieter.
“nah, not really for me,” you replied, turning back on yourself, when you noticed jake. “oh, are you playing?” you asked him, ready to change your mind.
“are you?” he asked back.
“no, she’s being boring!” jay answered for you, leaving you with nothing more to add than an awkward smile.
instead of barging back in on the conversation you were just having with your other friends, you headed to the bathroom upstairs. jake followed quietly. as you went to shut the door, jake slipped into the bathroom with you, only realising once he was actually in the room with you that you probably came in here to use the toilet.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t think this was the uh-” he stuttered his way through the sentence, trying to shut and cover his eyes for no reason.
“no it’s okay i didn’t come in here to,” you coughed in place of the word, “i’m just here to get away from that lot,” you pointed to the floor.
“honestly,” his hand scratched at the back of his head, “i’m kinda bored of this party.”
“me too,” you responded, a little too excitedly as if this was a groundbreaking opinion that you had in common. “shall we go to raya’s room and talk for a bit? or just sit on our phones without being pestered to play some stupid drinking game?”
“yeah, i actually need to tell you something anyway,” he agreed with a shy smile, shuffling into the smallest space possible to let you unlock the door and lead the way, “she won’t mind, right?”
“no, she’s cool with whatever,” you shrug, twisting the door handle and walking into the disaster she calls a room. “don’t mind the mess, 3 girls had to get changed in here earlier!” you explain, as if he’d understand. you propped yourself against her headboard and threw all of the random clothes into the floor. you scurried your feet under the blanket folded at the end of her bed. he joined you after taking off his jacket, resting his head on her pillow, his hands clasped together on his torso. “what did you need to tell me?” you rolled onto your side, your hand sandwiched between your cheek and a pillow.
“oh,” he rolled over to face you, “that guy, leo, he’s the dj.”
your heart sank as he told you, you were kind of hoping for more, and it was definitely clear on your face.
“and also that you look pretty tonight,” he smiled, his hand at your hip, “you always look pretty in fact, i think about how pretty you are all the time.”
you hide your face by burying it into the pillow, “i thought those beers were 0%?”
“i’m being serious y/n,” he clarifies.
you look back at him again. his eyes are filled with sincerity, but it’s hard for you to remain focused on them when your eyes keep falling to his lips. you reassured yourself that it was okay, his eyes were doing the same.
“can i kiss you?” he asks, taking his hand from your hip in favour of tucking a strand of your straightened hair behind your ear.
as he leaned closer, you felt his thumb graze over your lobe a few times. “please,” you whispered.
it seemed to take forever for your lips to finally come together, but when they did, it was everything you’d imagined it to be. he took your bottom lip between his own, enclosing his lips around it more harshly with each kiss. it wasn’t long before your tongues vied to enter the other’s mouth. in the meantime, jake had managed to steady himself on his elbow, soon on top of you, between your legs. you were experienced enough to know exactly where this was going, but that wasn’t what you wanted from this, so you pulled away for a moment.
“jake,” you started, snapping him out of the trance you’d put him in, “i really like you, you know that right?” your hands squeezed as his upper arms.
he melted under your touch. “i do now,” he laughed, “and i really like you too, don’t worry.”
“so, i don’t want this to just be,” you motioned to either side of you both, “just whatever this is.”
“it’s not,” he chuckled before leaning in to give you a small gentle kiss on your lips. another shortly followed, and then a longer one at the corner of your mouth. you played with his hair between your fingers. “baby, you’re already mine,” he commented, kissing your collarbone while tugging at the chest area of your shirt that showed a lot of cleavage. you managed to drop the straps of the top, shaking them off of your arms as jake eagerly tugged at your shirt some more, leaving it be at the middle of your tummy. his kisses trailed over your chest, down to the button on your jeans. “you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he kneels between your legs as he tussles with the denim waistband of his own jeans while you do the same. you undo yours before him and wait for him to take them off for you, which he does along with your panties before even doing his own.
it’s almost as if he forgets to take off his jeans, as he shuffles down the bed with his thumb slowly circling your clit. he replaces his thumb with his plump lips, pressing a small, light kiss against it while your legs try to close in on him. he pulls away, his middle finger lapping your pussy before he gently pushes it in. “if i make you cum tonight, will you be my girlfriend?” his smile is cheeky, but you know jake well enough to know that it’s genuine.
your lips struggle to stay shut as you nod, trying your hardest not to moan under his touch already.
his head ducks again, “good,” he smiles against your clit. his tongue fights the hood of your clit, easily finding the most sensitive part of your body in a matter of seconds. your hand pushes his head further onto you as his tongue works your clit and his fingers curl inside you. you’re not sure when he added another finger, but you’re enjoying it too much to care.
“fuck, jake,” your legs close a little more around his head as you feel a trickle, or maybe a stream, of water run out of you.
“did you just squirt for me, baby?” he looks up at you while biting his lower lip.
“i think,” you laugh awkwardly, “i’ve never done that before!”
“fuck that’s so hot,” his fingers curl inside you one last time before he pulls them out. they’re dripping wet, as you expected. “suck on them princess, make them clean,” he commands. you take the two fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and trying to take more of their length as you would his cock. while you’re sucking on his fingers, jake manages to unbutton his pants to reveal his dick. he pumps it in his hands a few times while removing his jeans before tapping it against your clit.
“do you,” you pause as he hits it against your clit one more time, causing you to shake in pleasure, “do you have a condom?”
he scrambles off the bed, reaching inside his jacket pocket which he threw to the ground and pulling out a small silver tin filled with condoms. he singled one out and opened it up, rolling it onto his dick with the most adorable concentration face. he climbs back into the bed, his hands coming to your sides to flip you over and help you onto all fours in front of him. you back up, your ass against his hard dick, which is enough for jake to know you want it just as much as he does.
with his hand at the base of his cock, he pushes it into you gently, letting you take it all and get used to his girth.
“should i move?” he asks, almost as if he feels guilty for his size.
you hum, it’s the only thing you can do while he’s inside of you, you realise.
he pulls his dick out and pushes it back in again, soon building up to a pace that suits you both. his hand has found your hair, he’s bunched it together and pulled it all back, using it to keep his balance as he fucks you. you help him keep his rhythm, throwing your ass back against him until he stops abruptly.
“turn over, baby, i miss that beautiful face of yours,” he taps your ass as he pulls out of you. a little short of breath, he relaxes back against his heels while you turn over. your hand finds your clit, rubbing it for him to watch. “is that how you like it?” he asks, mentally taking notes. he takes your hand away and places it near to your face, as if he’s asking you to suck on your fingers. he gets to his knees once again and lines himself up with your pussy. his dick misses a few times, which makes him a little mad at himself. you think it’s cute. he finally gets it in with a groan, “shit, you feel so good,” he compliments, leaning on his hand above your head. his lips find your forehead. he places a gentle kiss against it while whispering, “you look so good under me,” before allowing himself to sit upright again. his pace matches the pace he set before, but this time he added rubbing your clit into the equation, just as you showed him only moments ago.
“jake,” your hand rested on his chest while the other gripped at the sheet beneath you, “i’m cumming,” you moaned and winced, your pussy throbbing around him. you felt so vulnerable in that moment, but you knew you were safe with jake.
“you’re such a good girl,” his came close to your face again, taking your lips between his own and then pulling away as the pulsating became less intense around his dick. he began to fuck you again, but a lot sloppier and with more groans than before. he soon pulled out, pulling off the condom and wobbling and kneeling to the side of you in urgency before spraying your tits with his cum. you took your finger to your chest, scraping up what you could before dripping it into your mouth and sucking the rest off your fingers. jake pulled up his boxers and ran to the bathroom you were in earlier that night to grab a towel, the bathroom bin going with a loud clang as he disposed of the condom. he came back and patted your chest with the towel, your face too, all while laughing to himself.
“what’s funny?” you asked, searching for your own underwear with your hand.
“nothing,” he carried on, chuckling away, “you’re just really cute.” you smiled to yourself, sorting out your rolled up shirt with your other hand to cover your chest again. jake tried to help, but unfortunately the only time he can keep his lips off of yours is to kiss your neck, or mumble against it. “even cuter now that you're my girlfriend.”
“guys, why are you in my-” raya covers her eyes as soon as she notices jake is only in his boxers, “not my best sheets, y/n,” she comments with a cry, before shutting the door, leaving the pair of you to laugh about almost getting caught.
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notes from december performance post-previews that i somehow just wrote up last night in august 2023 whattt how did that happennn:
the way jack replies to “you’re seeing stars alright” feels way more in response to crutchie’s attitude- and when he talks abt his dad getting stomped on it’s not just a context reveal. it’s jack telling crutchie he’s self-aware, he understands his shit place in the world and his desire to change it. just that it’s nice to dream. ow
“time for dreaming’s done” isn’t said with a smile. btw. if u even care
jack stealing finch’s mirror gets me every time
katherine looks back at jack at his “im crushed!” with a little smile
i get that the only reason buttons helps with a lot of the tricks is because he’s the DC but that doesn’t make it any less sweet… he’s always with splasher lmao
jack is quite uncomfortable with the nuns, he doesn’t look at any of them
never ever over spalsher’s little head tilt after his big flip
oscar grabs race’s collar on “i guess he didn’t take care of me!”
morris goes to hit crutchie again after pushing him to the ground before jack stops him
love when race bounces on his toes when he thinks he says something funny
morris blows his cig smoke into davey’s face when he’s grabbing him the extra paper
henry imitates les with finch as his davey, hobbling up to weasel down on his knees
jack rolls his eyes after telling davey “it’s just business” after shaking les’s hand. like can u believe this guy lmao
“mine taught me not to starve” looking at davey like ‘wtf is wrong with you’ LMAO. like jack’s irked with davey actually judging for something so ingrained into jack’s life fr
“HEY!! who was that guy >:(!”
medda checks on jack’s hair and he giggles mid sentence :) like “mooom in front of my friends??”
kaths look of Disgust when jack goes “i admire smart girls” is soooo done. she’s finished w this mf
katherine stays on the set as it shifts into WWK’s scene, staring at jack’s drawing, totally absorbed. i just think it’s fun how when davey sees jack’s backdrop he’s stunned in the same way kath is at her portrait. anyway
jack goes toward finch during the “our union is hereby formed to watch each other’s backs” after leaving ike and finch sweeeeerves away from him. finch only comes on board when davey does actually
when jack’s on the wagon with the “what if the delanceys come out swinging” etc he does a small laugh when the newsies all yell their response like he’s surprised !!
katherine is positioned right above the world’s door as if she’s. inside. ofc initially we read it as her just observing from above but it’s her literal building too.
“specs, you take queens.” “thank you!”
buttons gives kath a friendly wave and race offers his water cup when katherine comes into jacobi’s. walks right past the water even as race keeps his hand out lmfao
tommy lifts elmer into his arms after kath says they’d make front page
“this is not some little vaudeville im reviewing” felt more significant
“give those kids and me the brand new century and watch what happens” is a Plea.
welliguessitdependsonhowyoulookatitifyoulookandseebrooklynthenthey’rewithushaha! then race guns toward davey to yell at him
davey is not afraid to yell when his nerves get shot —> when the scabs boutta get they shit rocked
“them? or them.” OSCAR WAVES LMFAOOO
piggyback for les from racer
fight time
-morris has it OUT for racer in the pre-cop half. literally think he gets smacked with the bat TWICE. he’s on the ground, watches splasher get smacked from the ground, and BOLTS UP and races over to him shoving past morris. insane
-jack only swings on the rope to make a clear path for davey and les actually bc that action is the only reason they get to that half of the stage
-finch and romeo teammates for LIFE. they fought like the whole thing together fr. only pair that stuck out to me for the whole length of it (and then of course they watch crutchie get taken from the audience ough)
-nah jack Is a good fighter thru this it’s just the seize the day moment w the delanceys that he’s shit at btw
-davey doesn’t fight literally at all the whole time :/ c’mon. uncanonizing this in my mind
-SPECS KICKS ASS !! he’s got a bat and everything!! fuck yeah!!
shut up jack wipes at his eye during santa fe at “guy can catch a break”
^guy who lets out a sigh of relief when the post card is still in his pocket. fuck off
act twooo
kath goes to racer abt where jack might’ve gone and he’s abt to answer before albert pipes up
race flicking davey’s hat to the side>
^also they keep chatting thru tap sequences i love it
kath holding davey’s hand while they talk in the corner during table movement
crutchie holds his side when he sings…
^the only part crutchie gets teary at is when he starts talking abt the boys/family :,)
“and a little something extra, just on account of im gonna miss you so-” sounds like medda broke off bc her voice got watery 🥲
“every newsie—who could walk—was out there selling papes” OW the rephrasing of that line
as soon as jack turns his backdrop around to show the strike painting davey walks away soooo fast to turn away
WWH reprise is such an argument. “WE’RE ALREADY WINNING!!” yell davey yell!!
^jack makes the most fuming, boiling angry face after “y’know why a snake starts to rattle 😌?”
davey initiates the spit shake when jack offers his hand
kath is Mortified watching snyder expose jack’s refuge history AND SHES SO MAD when pulitzer gets between her and jack omfg
“be glad you’re alive, kid” is spoken and cruel asf but wbk
morris’s laugh kills me everytime it’s so fucked in the head. goddamn
jack doesn’t let davey touch him when he enters the rally like he doesn’t want davey to look like he knew abt the betrayal beforehand….
scope runs RIGHT up to jack after spot pushes him and goes to yell at him LMAO… lucky has to drag her away
“is that really what it’s like in there? rats everywhere, and vermin?” is taken as judgement and not concern and jack fuckin jumps on it LMAO
the actual motion of disgust jack makes at “you just double crossed us to your father- your… father.” dead every time he literally flinches
“i just didn’t tell you everything!!” is said at the opposite side of the stage as jack and looking down and away. idk why she’s the only katherine that has ever played this line as guilty but i’m always so glad for it
“i’m not stupid.” “no-” “i know girls like you… don’t wind up with guys.. like me.” heathers voice: i will never shut up abooout this
jack seems very afraid of the word love?? during kath’s entire piece of STBI he stays away from her… and she def thinks she’s fucked up for a sec fr
wah this song is so tender :( they hold each other very softly
“hey! um… it’s good to have ya back.”
clarice’s spot also has a moment with race beside just letting the kids into the cellar together..<3 ik lillie’s has more tho
there is something so personal abt davey jacobs saying “bleeeed ‘eeeem” while looking dead into jack’s eyes
davey’s reckless hug once jack’s made the deal with pulitzer… every timeeee
FINCH CRUTCHIE HUG!! first to get to him and holds him the longest before race and jack come along :)
“new york’s got us. and we’ a family.” is said as such a statement of fact like crutchie just ends any argument right there. he just knows jack so fucking well.
:)
#literally watched the brawl like 5 times at .75 speed LMFOAOO#i care abt it so much . cannot believe i haven’t done a fight fic yet it’s cruel#newsies#newsies uk#uksies#analysis#but mostly for the sillies#fizz freaks#i miss my analysis posts ok i was on such a high in london
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Say your response about snape reacting to hinny, honestly it IS one of my guilty pleasures in fics. I hate when people say that jily and hinny are similar therefore harry has an oedipus complex, he is NOT. He cant have it bc he wasnt raised by his parents so he couldnt have it. I like the pararell simply bc it fixes the "what could have been", idk i think its a bittersweet sentiment. And like ginny is similar to lily NOT in appearances. They dont look alike, the most is just an anecdote for 'Potters and redheads' but I do like how theyre girls' girls you know? Despite being athletic ginny is girly and so was lily, they are fierce and protective of their friends, they are smart but not bookish smart and know it all like hermione, theyre popular not only bc theyre pretty but bc theyre so nice and friendly. I think its sweet that these are the good qualities Potter boys seem to have fallen in love with. Its a cute history pararell that is not at all creepy and people trying to use it to invalidate hinny are just dumb (im looking at you harmony shippers)
As I said in that post, I do think that Snape certainly saw parallels between James and Lily and Harry and Ginny: Harry's suspicion that Snape keeps him more in detention to keep him away from Ginny is never narratively disproven. And while that could only be due to Snape's intense dislike for Harry, what he find out in DH (including Snape's obsession with the past) points in the direction of him seeing James and Lily in Harry and Ginny, even simply because Harry looks like James and Ginny is a redhead.
Though, as you said, Ginny and Lily look nothing alike and if people knew how the oedipus complex works, they would know that if Harry had one, he would fall for someone similar to Petunia.
Now, let's look at Ginny and Lily's differences in appearance.
Ginny is short, Lily should be of average height.
Ginny is athletic, Lily is not.
Ginny has freckles (even if not many, at least on her face), Lily doesn't.
Ginny has flaming red hair, Lily has dark red hair.
Ginny has bright brown eyes, Lily has green eyes.
Also, from these traits, we can deduce Ginny has a warm undertone, while Lily has a cold one.
Of course, if jily fan artists stopped drawing Ginny with green contacts where Lily should be, it would help reminding people they are not long lost twins.
That said, there are some personality similarities between Ginny and Lily (and I also think the concept of Potter men falling for redheads is lovely).
We found out Lily was popular with the boys through an interview in which Rowling, to explain that particular point, directly used Ginny as reference.
They are also both great with a wand
They are both cheeky with professors, and for sure the fact that Slughorn likes both very much is telling.
They are both smart.
They both have a strong sense of justice.
They are both brave.
They both know what it means to lose a very close friend.
In general some similarities between the two are sort of inevitable considering that Lily is Harry's mother and Harry and Ginny are quite similar.
But there are also a lot of differences between them.
Ginny grew up poor, and while Lily didn't grow up rich, she was not Weasley type of poor.
Ginny grew up in the countryside in the open air, Lily grew up in the suburbs (I apologize to all the Brits if this is not the correct term).
Ginny is the younger of seven siblings and the only girl, Lily is the younger of two sisters.
Ginny is part of a close-knit family, Lily isn't.
Ginny is a pureblood, Lily is a muggleborn.
Ginny is an athlete, Lily isn't.
Ginny is popular with boys like Lily, but Ginny is also in general a very charismatic person who can keep the attention of a room, there's no proof of Lily being popular in that sense.
Ginny has a thing for taking emarginate/fragile people under her wing, we don't know if that's the case with Lily, the only person we see her defend is her best friend (also, we can be sure Ginny would have been considerably more angry about the Mary MacDonald episode).
Ginny has a stand-up comedian sense of humor, and while Lily seems to have a sense of humor it's not really on that level.
Ginny can be quite feminine, we really don't know if that's the case for Lily, though I would suspect a teenage girl in a boarding school in the 70s who grew up in a female-dominated house would be.
Lily's dominant trait seems to be kindness, and while I do consider Ginny generally kind, it definitely is not her dominant trait.
And of course they grew up in very different political circumstances, Lily had an overall normal teenagehood, Ginny was touched by darkness extremely young.
And I really could go on for hours in explaining why they are different, but it really wouldn't be fair. Ginny is a three dimensional character with light and dark sides, various interests, and fully developed narrative arcs that go on for seven books, while Lily simply covers the role of the angel woman and is therefore quite aetherial as a figure.
Regardless of this, as you pointed out, there's an element when it comes to jily and hinny of "fixing history", it's something Rowling has quite an obsession for throughout the seven books, the idea of the next generation doing better than the previous one. It is the reason why, for example, we see Draco in the epilogue, to show that Harry learned from the people before him to not hold hatred for years.
Harry and Ginny's story kind of reproduces James and Lily's one in a way. With one partner that falls first, and years of misinterpretation and refusal to admit attraction from the other. But this brings me to my next point, which is that if anything Ginny is James not Lily in terms of personality and the role she covers in her romantic endgame relationship, and it makes sense considering Harry is more like Lily: if the combination of James and Lily's personalities works, and Harry is more like Lily, it is only reasonable to assume Ginny will be somewhat similar to James. There's a foundation of truth in the idea that people usually end up marrying someone similar to one of their parents, and it's not the oedipus complex.
James and Ginny both have a tendency to surround themselves with "fragile" people.
They are both excellent Quidditch players, they both are chasers with a talent for snitches.
They are both bold and a bit arrogant.
Even if for different reasons, they both grew up a bit isolated.
They both do not have much of a problem with hexing someone they consider an idiot.
They are both really funny.
They are both smart and great with a wand.
They are both charismatic.
They are both dorks at their core.
They are both purebloods.
They both have a fascination for stories and heroes and in general have a romantic streak.
They both had to go through a journey of maturation to show their true selves to the object of their affection.
In general, I have to say that while there are parallels between the characters of the two different generations, I find it very limiting to connect a character to only another of the other group.
As written above, Harry and Ginny –in spirit if you will– are respectively Lily and James and inevitably therefore they assume those roles in their romantic stories. But there are points of view in which Harry is James and Ginny is Lily.
Harry, like James, is sort of the leader of his friend group, and Ginny as Lily is more or less the external element that eventually enters the group. In this idea Ron would be Sirius, the best mate of the leader. Though of course, the connection between Ginny and Ron is much stronger than the one between Lily and Sirius. And always in this perspective, Hermione is Remus, and not only in the role of the other friend. Hermione's loyalty to Harry seems often unjustified, sometimes it seems she would have been friends with Harry and Ron regardless of who they were simply because they accepted her as a friend and she didn't have any. This is a behavior that is reminiscent of Remus' inability to truly critique James and Sirius' questionable behaviors because they accepted him despite his werewolf condition. But then who is Peter? I've seen people say it would be Neville because they are both the losers, and always following the concept of the next generation being better, Neville does better then Peter because he doesn't let his fears turn him into a bad person. It's not even wrong as a concept but Neville is way closer to Ginny than he is to Harry. And then there's Luna. I've seen the people supporting this perspective of the generational parallels claim she would be Snape. Because they are both marginalized weirdos, and Luna does better than Snape because she does not turn into a death eater because of her isolation. Frankly, I'm not particularly convinced by the idea of defining Snape as an emarginate weirdo.
So as you can see, while some parallels can make sense, they always have their limits.
Another relatively popular idea is Ron and Hermione being like James and Lily. I've always found it very weak despite having some valid points. Yes, they are a pureblood and a muggleborn, Ron and Hermione are both prefects like James and Lily are both headstudents, and romione tends to cover quite often the role of surrogate parents for Harry. There's also an element of contrast between the partners. But fundamentally the dynamics are very different. Ron and Hermione have been best friends since age 11, that's definitely not the case for James and Lily. Then of course when you look at the relationship between Harry and the Weasleys, Harry is Sirius and Ron is James.
And to circle back to hinny: while I do not want to encourage the prongsfoot shippers, if you look at Harry and Ginny in terms of chemistry and attitude towards each other, they are James and Sirius, from the non-verbal communication to the banter. If you have ever read the short story Rowling wrote about James and Sirius, you can attest to the fact that those two could have easily been Harry and Ginny.
I think I might have gone quite out of the borders of your ask, but what I wanted to explain is that there are a lot of parallels that could be made between a lot of different characters, and they could be interesting to discuss without turning them into weird bashing theories.
I find that it is also important to distinguish between actual parallels the story makes, and dynamics that are similar simply because they are all written by the same author who, as authors do, has her themes and fixations.
The parallels between hinny and jily certainly exist, some are on purpose, and some are the consequence of how similar Harry and Ginny are. But one thing is for sure, if Harry married one of his parents, he married his father (lol).
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im the ONLY person who understands lightbulb btw other people are bigger fans of her and like her more than me but i'm the only person in the the entire world who understands her character!!!! the biggest problem is ppl act like she's stupid and she loves her friends she can't do anything without them, and like yeah obviously she's very extroverted and she does better when she has somebody to bounce off in relationships but there is more to her character than just loving paintbrush FJDMDMDMDMDJSJS also she is a lot smarter and more analytical than ppl give her credit for!!! she's silly and doesn't always pay attention but she absolutely knows what she's doing and she knows exactly what she has to do in order to win which has been shown in multiple episodes, also she isnt friendly or NICE ppl think bcuz she's kinda goofy and fun she wants to be friends with everybody and she's just this friendly kind person like suitcase but she is so mean tbh she is CONSTANTLY mean and sarcastic and she has a lot of judgement for ppl she doesn't consider her friends and she talks back to absolutely everybody. as shown in the first season she can be very controlling as the team captain and she is a leader, idk i feel like people ignore all the nuances and complexities of her character and just make her into this stupid idiot goofy fun girl but she is A LOT more than that and she is incredibly smart and analytical in her own way + she has a lot going on outside her relationships with like test tube or paintbrush
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It's award season (unconfirmed)! Give some of your mutuals silly little awards.
awww okay sorry for answering late i wanted to sit down and Write It Down. Also sorry to everyone i didnt talk about i love you all for real and i appreciate you being part of ashmp3 nation. Now lets start!
@bewby best cousin award. Seven truly is like my little sister at this point like thats a sibling we just get eachother we followed eachother for such a long time like we went through our teenage years together in a way. love you my bunny girl!!!!!
@kurapikasjudgementchain award for putting up with me and being my friend *curtsy*.
@sunuism mutual with the coolest fashion sense for SURE if u havent already u all need to be seated for Ri's fit checks....
@wantbytaemin i would say another cousin award bc sometimes it truly feel like we are so similar on so many levels it just makes me giggle like our grandmothers having the same names thats just insane to me. One of the longest mutuals award and Also best shawol award of course but thats given...
@bourgeoix my smart girl mutual you know that post "i have ppl with phd on my dash" yes thats mel to me. when i see your posts talking about either your work or anything really im like THERE SHE ISS i love to see it truly adore it. Also dyke award *everyone cheers*
@seahavaen mutual with hottest sexiest seductive vibes period.
@diamondcrystals best exol award shared with @whitechocolate How are we feeling friends its getting real......
@10281 favorite mutual i made on this blog! hands down. i am grateful svt exists and made us cross paths
@smirnoffgrl my loveliest kaya award for being hottest sweetheart on the whole world and also someone i would love to party with the most out of everyone.. partygirl award
@polaroidlovemp3 friendliest mutual award!!! you are so sweet and cute and i love how we just send eachother posts and tag eachother out of the blue thats literally crucial part of blogging and you get it so well...
@shalalayong BEST TYONGF AWARD! no brainer of course... but i also love when u posts snippets from ur life its so cute Mwah
@jeonwonwoo Best insane gifmaker (positive ofc) Zaynab you just get me and thats not an easy thing to do. Congratulations or sorry thats true....
@ayatou Best sweet normal gifmaker (also positive) Ngoc you and Zaynab come together in my mind same coin different sides etc. You are so sweet and friendly and i just love seeing your posts on my dash its an instant re-reblog ...
@mistarover and @jaebeomtual very recent mutuals that both made me feel like we have known eachother for a long time which is always such a nice feeling tbh you both are friendly and talkative and i love that
@pocji mutual with best music taste but also hag mutual (affectionately) we just get eachother I am truly so happy you are still on tumblr... I actually remember following you on my old blog in 2016 and we became mutuals years later and i was GEEKED
@egos and @kitschundschund and for the end my sisters cousins friends from high school etc the shiet we all went through together its just something IRL friends havent gone through LMFAO my favorite girls award !!!!!
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Rise! Donatello x Female! Smart/Nerd! Reader || PART 1 || A New Aquaintance
This is my second story so im still getting better at writing (kinda 💀) so…yea also I have like zero requests PLEASE REQUEST SOMETHING
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parings: Rise! Donatello + Reader
Pronouns for reader: She/her
words: ??? Idk but it’s short
key words (FN1/2)= Friend name 1/2
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It was a getting cold in NYC, because it was October and around 8pm. Y/N was walking down the street with her headphones/Ear buds on blast. Here’s the question, why was Y/N out at 8:23pm (to be exact). Well short answer she snuck out; long answer Mom & Dad we’re fighting—again!
Mr & Mrs.L/n were fighting over their daughter. You see her dad said it was not ‘lady like’ for a young 14/15 year old girl to be making inventions, codes, engineering, etc.
But did that stop Y/N from making inventions; Hell no!! She was at the top of her class she was not gonna just give up now, because she had a great future ahead of her. Her Mom, April (her best friend), (F/N1), and (F/N2) all supported her.
Everything was going perfectly normal until one night, which was that(this?) very night. She heard a weird crash sound coming from the alleyway. And this crash was LOUD Y/N could hear it through her headphones/Earbuds.
Out of instinct she Stoped and flinched as well. She walked towards the alley slowly turning on her phone flashlight, and what she saw next made her freeze. Y/N saw a giant mutant turtle with a purple mask, metal shell with a hovering thing.(?) The two just stared at each other for a couple of minutes until Y/N broke the silence.
Just make the lens you fav color
“I like your goggles, they look but mine look a bit different from yours.” She said. 15 seconds later he responded “Your not scared of me- I mean like how..” she tilted her head “Why would be scared? I mean yea you are different so what, I’m different too.”
“Right, im just not used to people not screaming and running away..” At this point the girl thought that she should introduce herself “Oh, sorry, I should introduce myself! My name is Y/N. Y/N L/N.” She said while she held out her hand. The purple clad turtle shook it “Donatello. Donatello Hamato. Or just Donnie for short.” He gave a small friendly smile. “Well it was nice to meet you Donnie I really should get going tho.” She said as she checked the time ‘CRAP!! How is it 10 o’clock?!?’
Donnie was about to grab his tech-Bo he had sat up against the wall of the alley way, until She said something else. “Wait before you go do you want to hang out sometime?” He looked at her and said a plain ‘Sure’ it sounded blunt when he said that. (If that makes any sense) || So the give each others number :p
Y/N Went home and tried to go to bed, yet should couldn’t something…no someone’s keeping her awake. She could could not get him out of her head. Y/N I just drawn to him somehow. She liked the sarcasm in his voice, and the way the purple compliments his skin. She was not the type of girl to think love at first sight was real; now that she has met Donatello….she might just believe that it exists.
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YAY!! Got that done Ik it was short but should I do a part 2?? I really enjoyed writing this it’s not fully edited I will do that as soon as possible hopefully 🤞
#rottmnt#donatello tmnt#rise donnie x reader#Smart reader#female reader#Rottmnt Donnie x fem reader#Rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
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Hey I hope this isn't too annoying of an ask, but literally how are you so happy at college? You're like the student I want to be, you're always posting on here about your classes and you're so engaged and seem so into it. Every semester for me is just another couple months of the time passing and panicking. I'm either completely paralyzed in bed or I'm crying in bed. Like, how do you seem so good at this?
it's not all sunshine and rainbows believe me. even my best friend has told me i come off as someone who "has it all figured out", but i often do not feel the same lol, i miss assignments, i stress out and procrastinate until the last minute, i get drained from all the work mentally and physically. all the regular college shit. outside of that tho, i legitimately love learning and interacting with others who are interested in what i like and who i can learn from. that's usually what keeps me happy! i love the people i meet in my classes, i like group discussions, i like being introduced to new things, i love my profs and take all the classes i can with them. generally, im just friendly w people in my classes and that makes me enjoy going to them, and i take classes i enjoy, and if they're reqs i don't care for, i always try to take something out of the experience.
some people do not find learning for the sake of learning fun, but i do, which makes even the roughest days okay, but that doesn't mean the tedious and demanding aspects of college curricula do not wear me down too. i decided to wait to go to grad school bc im exhausted! i am tired and need a break from always having another damn assignment to do and another article to read 😭 those things are taxing, and i already have bad self discipline habits, so you can imagine i often make stuff harder for myself than they need to be. the only reason i get good grades is bc im smart and have a relatively easy time understanding the subjects i study. if i take anything outside my favorite academic areas, like say the natural resources class i took a few years ago, that shit had me crying every damn day lmao.
so yeah, i just enjoy learning for learning sake, but also i like academia and going thru the motions of a classroom experience is fun to me for all the reasons i listed, including the fact i want to be a college professor and just enjoy that atmosphere a lot. i would wager if you're constantly frustrated by your college experience, maybe analyze a bit deeper on what you most dislike? is it specific profs, the people in ur classes, the subject material itself? if theres anything you can try and control to make it more agreeable for you, always take the opportunity, tho ik its not always possible. im lucky that all my areas of study have naturally wonderful people drawn to them (especially the international studies students!), but ik some majors can draw less nice people sometimes :( which can make ur experience harder than it should be. or some people legitimately do not enjoy the institutions that are schools and what they traditionally demand from a person, which is completely understandable. my best friend didn't go to college bc she barely graduated high school bc she hated attending and never turned in her hw. some people just do not thrive in such strict school environments for many reasons. but whatever your case is, i hope you have easier semesters in the future if you continue, no one should ever be so stressed from a class that they cry over it. i think thats a failure of a class and a professor when that occurs, and a sign of a bad class/prof rather than a bad student.
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One of them character relationship charts for my interpretations of the slugcats. Except Saint, because I don't know how to write them sorry.
Not all of these descriptions are said "in-character" so to speak because not all of them would ever say how they feel about someone else outright. The white squares in particular are my OOC descriptions of them, not what they think of themself.
Image transcription under the cut
OOC descriptions of how I characterize that character:
Monk
Curious, somewhat impulsive.
Loves their family. Wants to go home.
Survivor
Cautious.
Loves their family.
Values their own freedom.
Hunter
Goal-oriented.
Loves life; resents the idea that she was not made to experience it.
Gourmand
Values the well-being of their colony first of all.
Has some trouble with showing vulnerability.
Artificer
Angry (grieving), Angry (regular). Stubborn.
Values family bonds very, very highly.
Spearmaster
Not so sociable with most others, but not unkind. Values freedom, connection.
Rivulet
In love with the experience of having a physical body.
Largely a loner. Not so good at emotional intelligence.
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How each character feels about another:
Monk, about Survivor
My beloved sibling for whom I would go to the ends of the world to bring back home
Monk, about Hunter
Friends, I like to talk and hang out
Monk, about Gourmand
Cool. Intimidating. Wants to have a part in the sense of community that Gourmand fosters. Is a little scared of it all.
Monk, about Artificer
Deeply sympathetic but frustratingly distant
Monk, about Spearmaster
….jealous????
Monk, about Rivulet
would like to befriend
(not happening)
Survivor, about Monk
I love you but I wish you would let me live my own life. I wish you had not made sacrifices for me and wish you had not made yourself my responsibility.
Survivor, about Hunter
Friends, slightly distant
Survivor, about Gourmand
Very intimidating. Tries to learn from them, actually learns exactly what they don't want for themself.
Survivor, about Artificer
Hey can you just real quick let me believe you are a reasonable person? No? ok.
Survivor, about Spearmaster
Envy, admiration, awe? Would like to see the world with them, or a least with the freedom they have to do so.
Survivor, about Rivulet
Neutral
Hunter, about Monk
Friend. Likes to teach Monk anything they can
Hunter, about Survivor
Reminds me of myself. I hope life is kind to them
Hunter, about Gourmand
Feeling indebted, which makes for tension. I wish I could do more in return.
Hunter, about Artificer
How are you comforting company
Hunter, about Spearmaster
Built better than me. Can explore and travel and I can't. Why? More care put into them..?
(which changes into)
Friendship kinship artist buddies who will reclaim the act of creation together.
Hunter, about Rivulet
Confusing? Neutral
Gourmand, about Monk
They get along great. No notes.
Gourmand, about Survivor
Angsty lil guy. They'll be alright.
Gourmand, about Hunter
Cares, but has a lot of difficulty conveying the mutual respect that Hunter needs
Gourmand, about Artificer
PLEASE stop throwing bombs and listen to me for 5 seconds. please.
Gourmand, about Spearmaster
Acquaintance; always nice to have come by
Gourmand, about Rivulet
Good friend. Could almost be second in command, except Rivulet is not interested
Artificer, about Monk
IM TAKIG
IM TAKING SUCH GOOD CARE OF THIS KITTENS
Artificer, about Survivor
IM TAKING GOOD CARE OF THIS KITTENS
GET BACK HERE
Artificer, about Hunter
Why do i wish i were you
Artificer, about Gourmand
Fucking goodie goodie thinks they're so smart and responsible and experienced and resourceful and happy,
Well guess what!!!!
You're right [beat] fuck you
Artificer, about Spearmaster
Very vocal judgment
Artificer, about Rivulet
Fun challenge to spar with. Knows nothing about me. (and thus does not like me, which would be unacceptable)
My friend my buddy
Spearmaster, about Monk
can i help you
Spearmaster, about Survivor
Mentorly, friendly. Likes their company
Spearmaster, about Hunter
Why are you mean to me
(which changes into)
Oh. We can hold hands
Spearmaster, about Gourmand
Acquaintance; nice to visit with and trade stories with if I'm in the area
Spearmaster, about Artificer
Silent judgment
Spearmaster, about Rivulet
Neutral
Rivulet, about Survivor and Monk
These two have some sort of contrived interpersonal emotional hardship going on, and frankly, I want no part in it.
Rivulet, about Hunter
Neutral
Rivulet, about Gourmand
Gets It
Rivulet, about Artificer
Yeah I see them every week and we hang out and beat each other up. I don't know their name and they don't know mine.
Positive relationship yeah why?
Rivulet, about Spearmaster
Neutral
#may be interpreted as ship wherever the viewer desires. whatever.#this might also be the most that i ever show of that fanfic i mentioned#there are plot points and developments that I want to capture and this could not do justice but. eeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh#rain world#noodlebabble#finally. i am done with this.
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Sunday Confessions: JE was lucky that Z kept it classy after their breakup. The braids pic was tame to what she cudlv done (unfollow him), she just got a fanbase/locals who are smart and JE was dumb to bring all his gfs to the same place lol. Im nosy n wanna know exactly what happened lmao bt ignoring his existence is prob for the best ☠️
Z starting to like some of Kaias IG posts last yr shows her class cuz i personally culdnt b "friendly" with the gurl who was prob talking to my bf while he was still with me (at the time) lol. I wuldnt b shocked if she was referring to Z when doing that "if yr nt helping ur hurting" post, cuz although i think she likes/admires Z (and her career), people act different when they want to b with man/woman (in Kaias case, her being with JE). Hunter unfollowing her/JE (when they were together) n Z taking yrs to like smthn of Kaia kinda tells me Z knew 🙄 bt who knows what JE told Kaia about his/Zs relationshiop n gurl was lik 18/19 n may have been naive (n still seems a lil naive too tbh)
Whew, yea girl... I mean, Z really could have set JE up after their breakup. But, being the classy woman that she is, she didn't ever badmouth him, hint at anything negative with him, or tear him down on social media. I love that about her. 🥰
It's so HARD sometimes as a woman to take the high road when you feel like a relationship has ended or you feel like the man did you wrong, etc... I always admire women who can keep their private life private and not drag their ex in the media or even on social media.
RE: Kaia...
Yea, I'm not gonna swear that her post was in reference to Zendaya... Cuz I just don't know? 🤷🏾♀️ She personally comes across to me as out of touch with reality (i.e. real life) and seems a little naive to me too? But, I guess what can you expect when she's a nepobaby and has lived in the lap of luxury her whole life? lol. 😅
I def think Z suspected something going on btwn the two of them though, cuz I just remember Z following Kaia out of the blue one day, and I was like: "Hmmm...." 👀
Z knew that Kaia was a "friend" around her man at the time...
With that said, since this is #ConfessionSunday, I'll just add my own confession... I don't really trust Kaia like that lol. I have seen too many things in the past... And maybe part of it has to do with the whole JE, Austin, and Cole Sprouse thing. Idk... but yea, there are just some women I give the side-eye to lol....especially when it seems like they don't have any "Girl Code". Some women in Hollywood I keep my eye on them.... I think she seems nice enough though. With that said, Sydney is another one I don't really trust. 🙊 Like I said, I don't trust women who don't seem to have a "Girl Code"....sorry if that sounds mean, but that's just my gut talking here. And it's Confession Sunday lol. 😅
But anyway, in Z's defense, I wouldn't have trusted her either tbh 👀, so yea, I don't blame her. 🤷🏾♀️
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ok listen to me for just a second
if tristamp characters were dogs vash would be a pitbull, wolfwood a rottweiler, meryl a cairn terrier, roberto bloodhound, and millie (who is confirmed for s2 so she counts in this) is a collie
vash: is really gentle but people think hes mean and violent because of the situations hes forced into
wolfwood: modified for battle (tails being cut short), used for experiments, incredibly loyal, has a violent reputation but are very nice and good with kids
meryl: aggressive, bossy around others, but tones it down after a bit. incredibly smart and loves their family, but will absolutely test how far they can go before they get into serious trouble. has a keen hunting instict
roberto: incredibly good at hunting and tracking, easy-going and even-tempered but stubborn, and especially tolerant of kids (mashwood being said kids)
millie: look at a picture of that dog and tell me im wrong. also they're friendly, loyal, gentle, protective, smart, and learn super fast
#trigun stampede#trigun#vash the stampede#wolfwood#millie thompson#meryl stryfe#roberto de niro#i originally put dead for robertos but changed it#so excited for millie#i couldnt just exclude her like that#i take critcism but there wont be any because im right
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okay thinking about the specifics of angels relationships with ppl in sr1
gat: self explanatory angel thinks hes sexy and has an obnoxious crush on him. throughout sr1 angel doesnt say anything about this and doesnt exactly make any kind of moves, hes naturally flirty but johnny just thinks its funny and nothing real. they have an immediate strong bond because johnny likes that angel is so brazen and loud and fight-ready, and angel respects johnny a lot while also admiring him and wanting to look out for him. angel spends the most personal time with johnny not just bc he likes him but bc they get on really well and their personalities match up nicely! and also because angel likes aisha too and loves hanging out with her
lin: angel likes her a lot! i hc her as trans 🥺 so i think they would bond over that bc no one else understands but also i like their dynamic and relationship as teasy and fun. like when she tells him not to fuck up her car when she fake-rescues donnie and boss does it anyways... i think they have a very loving back n forth sarcastic friendship. i also havent mentioned it yet but angel is SHIT at driving (cars) and i think lin would try and teach him to be a better driver and theyd have a lot of fun doing that together. they would also race even though angel is shit but its a fun bonding experience and lin gets an ego boost every time she wins (which is every race)
dex: i think angel has a very... professional relationship w dex. like they do jobs together and they work well as a team, angel respects him, but its also that their relationship is strictly and oddly formal and they dont spend much time together in friendly ways. i just think like perhaps their personalities dont gel but its that dex is very business-oriented and smart about things but angel, like johnny, is a guns blazing type of fighter, and the two of them dont have much in common outside of working together for the saints. its not to say angel doesnt Like dex bc he does! i think he finds him like funny and easy to joke around with, but they never talk about anything serious or deep and i just dont think they spend much 1 on 1 time together. especially not after sr1. with his job change in sr2 angel would think dex is a sellout and that he turned his back on his roots and his friends, and they wouldnt talk much anymore
troy: this one is complicated bc it spans into sr2. INITIALLY i think angel, through the fact he mostly hangs out with troy when hes also with dex, i think he distrusts troy and is suspicious about him. its mostly thanks to dex's suspicions but angel would agree.. like he Does think troy asks too many questions and his insistence on doing as little damage to cops as possible while trying to avoid non-saints related business is immedistely strange to angel, and though he doesnt suspect too much he just thinks troy is uncommitted and weak so angel doesnt spend like any personal time with him at all. GOING THROUGH SR2 and finding out troy was undercover but also that hes still trying to investigate the yacht explosion and also assist the saints under the table, angel would reconsider his thoughts on him a little. hed be like smug about knowing something was up with troy but hed also be really mad about it, not bc troy was undercover but that troy is still a cop, and whenever they meet or talk they definitely fight it out because angel is furious that troy thinks he can play both sides and act like he gives a shit about the saints when he actively works for the police. they probably agree to disagree on it but it takes a toll on troy (in my mind he quits the force after sr2) and angel doesnt have a positive relationship with him until that happens
thats it fornow but im THINKING
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A Game of Pool - phoenix x bob
Summary: Bob and Phoenix are playing a friendly game of pool against Hangman and Coyote. Who will win?!
A/N: Okay, I absolutely love bob and phoenix's dynamic. they are so good together and have a great relationship. I'd wanted to write a story with the two of them, so here it is! oh yeah, also i've seen the requests you guys are sending me, and im beginning to work on them. keep 'em coming, I love writing requests! I hope you enjoy! xxx- Mac :)
"What,?" Phoenix asked, leaning laxly against the pool table, "Don't tell me you're afraid to loose?
Bob, her new weapon systems officer (WSO), looked put off by hangman and coyote, who were wearing nothing but smug grins with their uniforms and cocky attitudes. "Not afraid," he said, "Just slightly discouraged."
Natasha rolled her eyes, "If we play like we fly, then we have nothing to worry about."
Bob nodded as he coated the end of his pool cue with a thin layer of blue chalk, and hoped the games he had played back in college would pay off in this particular situation.
"Okay Trace," Hangman said, taking a step forward with his pool cue in-between his hands, "Are we ready to get this thing on the road? There's a gorgeous blonde over there that's calling my name."
There was a woman, with honey blonde hair and wispy bangs, paying penny for a margarita at the bar, and yes, she was gorgeous. But everyone at the pool table, apart from hangman of course, doubted that she would want anything to do with him.
"The only person she's going to be calling is penny, to throw you out of here when you make her uncomfortable," phoenix said without batting an eye.
The corners of hangman's lips turned up into a smug grin, "you wish you were that good, Tasha," echoing that last part while meeting phoenix's gaze.
The only people who could rightfully address her as 'Tasha' were a) her parents, b) her elderly neighbour who always loved to heard her stories about the men she worked with on the base, and c) rooster, whenever he was feeling particularly cocky. The two of them had known each other for years, some might say that they were rather close. But at least whenever rooster called her, he did it when they both were two sloshed from a night of drinking to remember it the next day on base.
After working so hard to make a name for herself in the navy, lieutenant natasha "phoenix" trace, did not care to be called, tash, tasha, or any variation of Natalie, which yes, did happen more often than you would expect. She simply preferred Natasha, or phoenix, anything else, especially a name that was used to purposely aggravate her, she did not appreciate. And to retaliate back, she would used the same smart-mouthed techniques that her opponent had used.
Bob looked at phoenix with a condolent look, knowing damn well how much she hated that nickname, remembering the time she confided in him that school bullies used to call her that when she was a kid.
"Whatever," she said, looking away, "are we going to play or what?"
Coyote, hangman's designated teammate, who honestly didn't appear too thrilled to be playing pool on his Friday night, checked the time on his watch, "better play now before the crowd sets in at 10."
"Ladies first," hangman said, in a tone that certainly was not implied as chivalrous.
"Thank you bagman," phoenix replied with underlines of sarcasm, "I'll make sure to thank you in my victory speech."
Phoenix bent at the waist, and held her arms steadily on the pool table, the pool cue balancing between her fingers, one, two, three then the white cue ball went powering forward into the triangle of balls, sending them every which way, making that satisfying pop! striped number thirteen, a polished orange ball, was sent straight into one of the corner pockets on the opposite side of the table.
"Nice one," bob said, giving his partner a pat on the shoulder, "that was a great shot!"
Natasha stood up and gave bob a quick smile, and hangman one that was cocky and indiscreetly read thanks, for underestimating me you big sleaze!
Coyote was supposed to hit next, he was all primed and ready on the table, pulling back his arm to take the shot, when hangman snuck up behind him and pulled the cue back, "Actually," he had said, "I think I'll take the second shot."
Coyote rolled his eyes, "Whatever, man," disgruntled and annoyed, stepped back.
Leaning on the table, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, made sure to flex his biceps and give phoenix a wink as he primed himself for the shot. In one swift motion, he pulled his arm back and fired the dinged up white ball into the solid navy one, sending it into the middle pocket. Not as completely satisfying as the first shot, but still very skilled.
"Bob," hangman said coyly to the wso, "the shots all yours. Now try not to miss."
"Its like your trying to be funny," Bob said, eyeing his shot, "but your just not?" This comment unintentionally made a snort escape from phoenix, who in the moment, was very proud of her wso, someone who was usually pretty reserved and quiet, talking back to hangman for a change.
Bob, who had been doubting himself at the beginning, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he eyed up the table, visually calculating which ball would have the best chance of making it into the net. After some contemplation, and trying out a plethora of positions, bob took a shot, using the rail to his advantage to push one of striped balls into the pocket. It rolled quickly, nocking one of the opposite teams away from the side lines, back into the centre, then eventually, the striped ball rolled right into the pocket.
Phoenix let out a cheer, "way to go bob!" and bob grinned, finally proving the others worthy of his place, not only at the pool table, but here, in the navy, where he had always belonged.
Lt. Robert, "Bob" Floyd, was certainly not as smart-mouthed as his co-workers tended to be. Bob tended to keep to himself on the base and he was perfectly content that way. He wasn't as loud as the others, but he was a great guy to have as a friend. Bob, skilled and humble, would help you out in a bind, whether it be overdue paperwork, trying to meet someone at a bar, or simply just a game of beach-side football, bob would be there for anyone who allowed him to be.
"Okay," Coyote said, lining up his shot on the table, "My turn." The solid ball closest to falling into the pocket was guarded by the infamous 8-ball, the ultimate taboo of the pool table. You would have had to take a near perfect shot with the right angles and just a little bit of luck just not to knock it in. And Coyote, a confident and coy pilot (although much nicer and willing to work in a team setting than hangman) took the shot, sending the cue ball powering towards the 8-ball, and in his favour, his shot was just strong enough to collide the two balls, sending his desired one into the pocket, and the 8-ball balancing on the edge of the rim.
"Woah!" Bob said to coyote, "You're good good!"
Coyote grinned, "thanks. my old man used to own a billiards room when I was a kid. I was practically raised there."
Bob and phoenix exchanged a glance before phoenix went up to take her next shot. "That would have been nice to know before hand," bob whispered to phoenix. Natasha nodded, "who knew he was that good?!"
The next round was more intense than the first had been. With both natasha and Jake missing their shots, likely due to the distraction of the music in the background, which suddenly seemed to have gotten turned up a whole lot more that it was when everyone first arrived.
Fate would only allow bob to secure his shot into one of the corner pockets. And for coyote, as expected, he got the shot he had meticulously charted out. His powerful cue sent not one, but two pool balls into separate pockets. He really could play!
As the game played on, the score remained tight, and the trash talking was intense. Each time Hangman missed a shot (two times to be precise), his attitude grew worse, but he was still convinced that he would be the saving grace for his team.
Bob and Phoenix had two pool balls left to hit into the pockets. on phoenix's try, she had managed to line up one of the two balls so it could easily be knocked in when bob would go to play in the next round.
Hangman came close to getting a ball in, missing the precise shot by only a few millimetre. Coyote, who had caught the attention of a woman in the bar (no not the blonde, but instead a navy diver with her hair pulled back in braids) and he was quite eager to get the game finished with for obvious reasons. "This is my last shot," he said, "me and meg wanna get out of here."
Hangman's normally sly grin ran from his face as a bee gees song began to play on the bar stereo, "Come on man!" he had said, "We've got a game to finish!"
Coyote took a shot, popping a ball easily into one of the nets, standing up, putting his pool cue back on the wall, "And ive got to get laid!"
Phoenix and bob exchanged a place, smirking to themselves, "I did not need to know that," thought bob, but in courtesy of being a good friend he gave coyote the the thumbs up.
"What's the matter Hangman?" phoenix asked coyly, "can't play us on your own?"
Jake ran a hand through his sandy hair, and put himself back together, slowly building up that cocky grin he always seemed to be wearing. "No," he said, "That's not what I'm worried about."
"Than what it is?" bob asked.
"Its just that you guys are going to be furious when I single handedly annihilate you."
Phoenix tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear before she leaned in for a shot, sending one of the striped balls straight into the pocket. "You sure about that, hang-man?" phoenix asked him, singing his name in the way that annoyed him the most.
He rolled his eyes and lined up his shot. He drew his arm back and then powered it forward, knocking the ball straight ahead, into, but not accurately hitting the solid ball he was aiming for. "fuck," he cursed under his breath. It could appear that hangman was more caught up in the act of putting on a show, showing his opponents that he could fire one off, then the actual accuracy of it all.
Once hangman moved aside, bob stepped up, and took his turn. His lips were pouted ever so slightly, a habit of his that phoenix had come to notice after meeting him weeks ago. Whenever bob was thinking about something particularly complicated, or when he was trying his best to focus, which in this case, he was. But his focus paid off, hitting one of the two remaining striped balls into a pocket.
Bob and phoenix rejoiced, they had nearly won the game, now only needing to hit one ball, plus the forbidden 8-ball into one of the six nets.
Hangman took his turn now that coyote was out of the bar, probably speeding home with his date in the passenger seat of his car telling her all the things that they would do together.
No surprise, the glowing pilot, hangman, hit the ball perfectly into the corner. "Beat that Tasha," he said to phoenix.
Natasha rolled her eyes, brushing past the comment, and did her best to score, which unsurprisingly, she did. "Call me Tasha one more time," phoenix said harshly, "and the only think you'll be calling me is sir." And then like the badass phoenix is, she made the perfect shot.
Hangman was unsure by what she meant, but he smirked anyways. According to hangman himself, one of his best traits is how well the ladies (and the occasional guy) seemed to betroth themselves to engaging in his game of banter. Now hangman didn't really mean the stuff he said, he just liked the feeling of getting underneath someones skin. But at times, he was jealous of natasha, she was fabulous at what she did, and hangman couldn't handle not being the best.
Bob cheered, "One more shot, then we've got it!"
Hangman rolled his eyes, and then sprawled his torso all over the table, making it the biggest show imaginable. He flexed his arms again, and gave the white cue ball the perfect smouldering glare. In order to win at this rate, hangman would need to somehow get both of his solid pool balls into the nets, but lucky for bob and phoenix, they were on opposite ends of the table. The yellow one went popping in and hangman held himself smugly because of it, that same cocky look in his eyes.
"Its all your bob," Phoenix said, giving her wso an affirming nod.
The game was now in bob's hands. It was up to him, if he made this shot, the game would be over and him and phoenix would be declared the winners. However, the shot was rather difficult. The magic 8-ball was resting centred in the middle of the table, resting in the middle of the us navy logo that was imprinted in the felt of the table, and the cue ball was off to the side on the far end of the table. The shot would be a miracle, but bob, and his experience from long ago, gave it 'the old college try' and miraculously managed to pop the 8-ball into one of the pockets on the far side.
"We did it!" Phoenix cheered, bringing her wso into an embrace that could only be identified as a 'bro-hug.' An embrace where slaps on the back were insisted. Bob grinned, high-fiving his pilot, "Take that hangman!"
Hangman shorted, putting his pool cue back into its holder on the wall, "Well, I'd like to say it was a good game, but I didn't win, so, lets just call it an alright game."
Phoenix nodded at that, and shook his hand, bob following suit.
"You guys make quite the team," Jake said soundly.
Phoenix and bob exchanged a grin. "I suppose we do," she replied, looking brightly to her wso.
They did make a fabulous team. Bob and Phoenix. Natasha and Robert. They both understood each-other beyond speaking terms, and could read one-another's next move based on a shared glance. they really were a great team.
#bob#phoenix#hangman#bob x phoenix#robert floyd#natasha trace#top gun maverick#top gun: maverick#coyote#maverick#jack seresin#miramar#bob and phoenix have an amazing dynamic#dynamic duo#top gun#rooster#bradley rooster bradshaw#tgm spoilers#top gun maverick spoilers
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Hey thanks I thought I was the only one who didn’t like the joke. Everyone laughed yuck
Ahhhhh yeah :/ i thought the joke was definitely funny, but with that harsh twinge of sadness at just how normalized and accepted this sort of sexism STILL is.
' i was never good at telling jokes but the punchline goes, i get older but your lovers stay my age '
And its not necessarily a damnation of the man himself - obviously rami is a favorite of mine but i dont think hes ever dated anyone over 30 and is veering towards jake and leo disease too, and i still think rami is one of the most brilliant character narrative builders in the business currently - but its a damnation of a culture that treats romantic partners not as equals but as disposable play things with an expiration date. Look, i got flirted with by much older guys in pittsburgh all the time - usually it was cute, they were friendly, very complimentary and flattering about it, and they never treated it seriously or asked me out. Then i came to LA and the difference was night and day. Older (rich) men here feel entitled to younger women in a way that is frankly scary - at one point in a bar when a guy in his 60s was hitting on me my muscular male friend had to physically step between us and scare the guy off to get him to go away.
And it doesn't help that im sort of in the 'one of the guys' category, so i've heard the way these super rich dudes talk about the models they date behind their back while hanging with 'the guys', and, ugh, its not nice. I will say one thing for sports dudes - i imagine guys like ja*gr have way more respect for young women who are passionate about health and fitness than computer science executives.
But there's negatives in the sports world too - yall know how much i adore taylor. But even i recognize that she's not 'sports bro hot' - she doesn't have silicone, her make up is understated, she doesn't have that social media defined 'hotness' that sports fan dudes expect their sports heroes to date. So while i was naively scrolling insta looking for cute snapshots of taylor and travis being all lovey dovey at the end of the game, a good half the comments were men complaining about her. Saying they cant understand why travis is dating someone so old, that she will never be able to give him kids, that she's already showing her age (both of them are 34 btw). So far travis seems to ignore these types of comments but it would be hard to judge him for giving into peer pressure because this stuff is just so prevelant and exhausting.
And it does effect us older women - while i was dating Pilot Boy i was absolutely hyper aware of the fact that here is this rich, handsome, successful, and extremely smart guy dating beneath him. Like we bonded over being literally the same age - we had mutual friends in college without even knowing it. But i was always questioning like what does this guy see in me - why isn't he dating a gorgeous 25 year old whose only goal in life is to live on the beach with him??? Like he was honestly more the type of dude i would be friends with while he dates hotter women, lol. So i really was not surprised when he ended things (i was mostly sad that we couldnt stay friends and continue geeking out on airplanes and history together LOL), it just felt like it made sense, of course he wouldn't be serious about me, a guy like him should be dating a fresh, youthful, less bitter and cynical 25 yr old blonde. Six years in LA and this is just the pattern i see repeating itself over and over.
And im the romantic - when i fall in love its ALL in. Usually it's personality, usually its intellectual - that comfort in finding someone who just understands how you think. I love being so close to someone that you know them better than yourself, that you can communicate wordlessly. Shared humor, shared experience. As i age im learning that i actually dont pay much attention to the signs of aging when it comes to attraction - who notices wrinkles when what you're in love with is that look in their eye when they smile at you? The mental connection between romantic partners is the most important for me in my book. For me this typically means someone within the ten year range plus or minus - though i prefer it even within a five year age gap.
#But i also really feel for the women because when i was 22 i got myself into a relationship with a man a decade older#Who only valued me for my youth and tight skin#And even back then no matter how much in love i was (and i have since deleted all the posts but even after he dumped me i was still#coming on this blog sighing about how much i loved and missed him)#The feeling of being only valued for your youth was still skeevy to me#In the back of my mind i knew that this was a trait i was eventually going to lose because everyone ages#And i was not confident enough to think i would ever have any value beyond Young#And thats not to say there are not relationships with age gaps that are healthy - there totally are look at ally and justin they ARE love#Its just a very specific type of relationship where the older partner keeps dating younger and younger and only values youth#that creeps me out#And in our culture that narrative usually is an older man with a younger woman and i tend to side with the woman#THE GOOD NEWS is if you notice in the clips and gifs it looks like the younger guys on the pens are laughing a lot less than the old guard#i think the newer generation - the dudes in their 20s are starting to realize how shallow all this is and that things are changing#and that the generation of women after me will deal with a lot less pressure#At least i hope!!!#Jrnlsht#Sorry this got long
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