#however there were a lot of things i didn’t like that i brushed off bc well. thailands first gl
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ropebunnykant · 3 months ago
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and if i say i already like the loyal pin 10x more than gap
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xueyidweams · 7 months ago
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rambling once again (aventurine x cat-person gn!reader) (this kind of pattern is what I’m talking about.) (read more bc this became quite long, sorry!!!)
Aventurine in his life of working for the IPC has come across a lot of stealers or kids trying to find their food for the day. he usually gives them some money and send them on their way. however, he really didn’t expect for someone to try and rob him in Penacony, in the dreamscape no less. Somehow he didn’t sense the man hurling himself towards him and grunted in surprise as he was pushed down, before he could even open his eyes the man was off of him and running away with claw marks all over him.
dumbfounded, he gets up and looks around, only to find two cat eyes staring at him… except they weren’t a cat… well.. half cat half person? He thought the species went extinct long ago. though, you were living proof of the opposite. you helped him sit up, he felt your claws brush against his knuckles and you felt the coolness of his rings on your paw-hand. observing his every move with utmost attention, your feline eyes following his every mimic and body movement.
“well thank you kind stranger—“ you accidentally cut him off as you smell him closely and realize who he is, he smells just like those bastards from the IPC! way too rich to be true smelling! your ears curl backwards and you pull yourself away hastily as you run away from him. He blinks as he sees you run, so fast… is this why the IPC hunts you all down like you’re all one of a kind? He yells after you, “Hey wait! just listen to me, please!“ you look back at him, your teeth snared and your pupils as slanted as they can be, “leave me alone IPC scum!”
you turn a few corners and your eyes widen in horror to see a dead end… what the hell, you know this place like the back of your hand! did they build this just now or have you been hanging in the unfinished part for way too long? the hairs on your tail stand up and your ears curl back as you hear his footsteps, taking a step back your back meets the wall with an oomph.
“Hey look— don’t be so hostile, we don’t have to be enemies. you can trust me.” yeah right. with those eyes? they’re unnervingly pretty and somehow frightening. your gut is telling you to run but your heart is hammering way too fast in your chest and the sound is drowning out his voice and you feel like everything you’ve had to endure to not fall into IPC’s slimy hands again has all been for nothing and—
you feel a hand on your arm, you look up and meet his eyes. then you feel the warm tears staining your cheeks, your tail hugs your leg as your ears droop, “look. please don’t give me up to them, i’ll literally do anything. do you want any dirty work done? i can do it! please just leave me alone, i don’t want to go back i can’t go back!” you see his eyes… soften somehow. to him, you’re a stark reminder of who he was, maybe still is. the way you fight so hard to protect the most precious thing to you, your freedom reminds him so much of the unsavory memories that he doesn’t notice he is squeezing your arm a bit hard and some of the fur is stuck on his rings. you flinch and grimace and he untangles your fur from his rings, he pulls his hands off of you.
he coughs in his hand and looks at you once more, voice softer yet firm. “im not going to hurt you or give you up. that’s not my job anyways. i just wanted to thank you, for helping even though it could put me in serious hot water. cats hate water right?” you half rolls your eyes at his teasing remark, “yeah yeah pretty boy, cough up some cash if you want to thank me. thanks for not turning me in but empty sentiments won’t feed me when i have to wake up from this dream.”
he smiles and takes off the ring from his index finger, he looks at you, “can i hold your hand?” you feel a slight warmness spreading through your face and squint your eyes, “fine but don’t try anything funny!” he chuckles and takes your hand in his gently, “wouldn’t dream of it.” he slips the ring on your ring finger, winking at you. “you can sell this for at least five hundred thousand credits, plenty to eat hm?” you look at your finger, the ring and at him as your heart does summersaults in your ribcage. you’ve never… even as a tease you’ve never been flirted with this is—
he takes advantage of your stupor and strokes your shoulder, squeezes slightly and gives you a smile. “you haven’t seen me and i haven’t seen you, yes?” you nod, speechless but thankful. he turns around and you finally get your voice back, “wait!” he looks back, his eyes watching you with interest. he raises his eyebrows, “thank you. i dont know what else to say but i’ll never forget this. and i wasnt’… joking when i said i could do your dirty work. so if you need something and i can get it done, i’ll do it free of charge.” you manage to tumble out as your voice trembles a bit, still shocked. his smile returns, “I’ll think about it, maybe fate will make us cross paths again huh?” he gives a little wave and starts walking, “oh also, do take care of your fur, it’s rather soft.”
you look dumbfounded, your face morphing from surprised to angry to flustered but he has already left. you look at your ring finger again and play with the ring, maybe the aeons have pitied you now?
‘he’s really pretty…’
you think to yourself as you pocket the ring and think of all the fish, meat and bread you’re gonna eat. and maybe you’ll try that soul glad thing.
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johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend · 2 months ago
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hii can you do hamzah meeting u for the first time after long distance and u guys do some stuff ifyk
YES sorry been so long since the last post but here's a new one and sorry i had to include the car pic! sorry for my computer readers bc the song tag is huge lmao and if u dont want fluff/story then skip to the smut!
NIGHTS LIKE THIS - hamzahthefantastic x reader
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CONTAINS: fluff, smut, virgin reader, slightly experienced hamzah (even though ik he's never laid pipe) p in v, praising, fingering, creampie, more idk
WC: 1.5k
story below the cut
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you had met hamzah online a while ago when he slid up on your instagram story, and the two of you were best friends ever since. he told you about everything; his youtube channel, vacations, plans for the day, and you shared your life too. you loved having someone to listen to all the little parts of your day, even if it was boring. he would facetime you while doing the most random things too, and it was fun. but you both decided you wanted more than that.
after months of repeatedly calling and texting, you decided your long conversations would be better with eachother present. and now, the day finally arrived for you to meet hamzah in person. you agreed to meet at the airport, since it was easier, and cheaper, for him to take you in his car. walking through the terminal with a suitcase in hand, you headed towards the parking lot. a mixture of excitement and anticipation bubbled within you. your heart was racing as you headed towards where he told you he was parked. approaching the car, you saw someone waiting outside of it.
it was him, with his familiar smile and curly brown hair. “hey y/n!”, he calls out, walking towards you to presumably take your luggage. you stop to look up at him, smiling. “hi hamzah!”, you say, hugging the boy you had been waiting so long to see.
“wow this feels so surreal”
“yeah, i can’t believe you’re here right now”
taking in his cologne, you step back leaving room for the two of you to walk side by side to his car. he opens the passenger side door for you, then opening his trunk to stuff your stuff inside. as he climbs in the car and shuts the door, you do the same.
“i was thinking since you’ve already been traveling that we can just head to my place and order doordash?”
“yeah for sure, that sounds good”
as he started to drive, you guys caught up. the ride wasn’t awkward because you guys had already spent so much time talking to each other that it was normal now. however, you couldn’t stop thinking about your relationship with him. you never wanted to fully admit this, but the more time you chatted with hamzah the more your feelings grew stronger for him. and every single time you would just push that aside, because you didn’t want anything to be different between the two of you.
but still, the way he brushed his hands through his hair, ruffling and messing around with it occasionally. and the way his eyes were focused on the road, occasionally biting his lips.
“are you okay?”
he said, effectively snapping you out of it.
“yeah, i’m fine”
hamzah places a hand on your thigh, keeping the other on the wheel. you stop thinking and automatically place your hand on top of his. the car stayed silent until around 10 minutes later, where he pulls into the street where his apartment is.
“alright we’re here.”
he pulls his hand away from your leg to shut off the car. you look at him awkwardly, feeling some tension in the car.
“sorry about that i didn’t mean for it to be weird. just forget i did that.”
you laugh to fill the silence. he stares at you, taking a glance at your lips and proceeding to hold your jaw, pulling you into a kiss. it was soft, but romantic, like he'd been wanting to do that for ages. you were unsure of yourself, until he reassured you, moving his hand to the nape of your neck. he stops to speak,
"you don't know how long i've been waiting to kiss you, y/n."
"is this a good time to say that i like you more than a bestfriend?"
*SMUT*
he pulls your body as close as he can to his, over the console of the car. hamzah kisses you, more passionately this time. his tongue slides into your mouth, skimming over your teeth. you moan as he gets more assertive with his actions, moving your hair from your neck. he places small kisses on your jawline and your collarbone, before starting to lift up your shirt. your hands snap to reach his,
"wait, um, i've never done this before"
"wait you're a virgin? you never told me that"
you look to the side, embarrassed and hamzah can tell.
"don't worry baby. i'll teach you, c'mere"
he says, climbing into the backseat. you follow him, now knee to knee.
"can i?"
"mhm"
he asks for your permission to lift your shirt, revealing your light blue bra. you knew the universe told you to wear a cute one today. he takes his hoodie off as well, showing his defined body, probably from going to the gym. his hands reach around to your back, unclipping your bra. you try to cover yourself, feeling self conscious.
"you're so beautiful y/n"
he moves your hands, going to cup your breasts, kissing each one. your fingers play with his curls, moaning in pleasure while he sucks your boobs.
"so, so beautiful"
he starts to lay you down across the seats, climbing on top of you and trailing wet kisses down to your core. he looks at you for consent, before sliding down your shorts, leaving you in a thong. he takes off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers briefs. he kisses you once on your forehead,
"i'm gonna make you feel so good"
he touches your throbbing core through your already wet panties. he teases you for a bit before taking off his underwear and sliding yours to the side. he slowly inserts himself into you, making you moan,
"fuck, you're so tight"
"h- hamzah"
"tell me if it hurts okay?"
he actually cared about not wanting to hurt you, and you nodded to let him keep going. he starts off slow before picking up some pace. you bite your lip while he sucks on your neck, biting a little.
"you're doing great y/n"
is all he can manage to get out before groaning. his right hand grips your thigh, pulling you deeper into him.
"holy shit, right there"
you groan, overstimulated from everything that was happening. hamzah keeps thrusting right where you told him, hitting your g spot everytime. all that could be heard in the car were breathy moans from both of you and occasional curses,
"i'm close-"
"just hold on baby"
you try to hold in the knot feeling forming in your lower stomach. he takes his other hand, fingering your clit. you let the feeling unwind and cum on him, moaning and shuddering. after a few more thrusts he does too, throwing his head back and groaning. he takes his dick out and shoves a finger in your pussy to hold his cum in. after a minute, he starts to speak,
"i don't know if this is bad timing but you're the best thing that's happened to me. i like talking to you everyday and just love you. y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"
"i love you so much, and of course i will."
he holds you close, kissing your lips sweetly. putting his pants back on, he goes into his apartment to find a towel to clean you up.
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another hamzah fic for my hamzah lovers <3 leave some more requests and i will do them! thanks for supporting my page :)
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causenessus · 4 months ago
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YAY CONGRATS ON 1k!! you totally deserve it and your work is phenomenal and i can’t wait to see what else you make <3
for the event.. could i get a fluff 📚 fic w/ kuroo where the reader helps him find a book as a library aid??
see you again. | kuroo t.
kuroo x f!reader
written in 3rd pov
one word prompt from 1k followers event: 📚 -> library
"my heart's on mars, kinda hard to see, but you know i'll see you again <3" from when will i see you again by shakka (DOES NOT fit the vibes at all i mean kind of in my delusional brain but i just like the song and it fits the title <3)
word count: 1.9k words
notes: lots of fluff!! kuroo being down bad for the reader upon first meeting her, reader also being down bad. kuroo being a nerd bc man could be sexy or flirt to save his life <3 bokuto being the real star of this entire follower event apparently who knows how many more fics he's gonna make it into. also this was really fun to write bc little lore drop but one year in high school i once got kicked out of a class (very convoluted thing, they thought the class was triggering me which was lowkey a fair statement) so i got to be a library aide instead <333 i'm going to say this is not edited bc i don't want to deal with my mistakes or take responsibility for them. THANK U FOR THIS REQUEST WYR!! I LOVE YOU SM <3 I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS FIC
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although she enjoyed the solace of re-shelving books on her own, she enjoyed helping others just as much. it was like getting snippets of people’s lives through the books they were in search of. sometimes students came in looking for books for classes, which allowed her to meddle a little into just how many majors her school really offered, and how niche they could be. others came in looking for books to pass the time and she was always happy to recommend one of her favorites if they were open to suggestions.
while some of the other aides were there because they saw the job as an easy, quick way to make some extra money, she took pleasure in her job. when lost students came up to the counter asking for help locating a book, most of the aides felt that they had done their job well when they gave the student some kind of cryptic number and last name to scour the shelves for in return. however, numbers revealed nothing of where a single book could be in a large room piled with books that lined and stuffed every shelf and corner they could fit into.
she often took it upon herself to go on a search with the students who came to her for help. she’d consult the system for where a book was located and then lead the student to where the book was located rather than just sending them on their way. sometimes it took a few minutes to find what they were looking for, but they always found it in the end.
asking someone to wander around a university’s library and expecting them to know where a book labeled “796.31 dearing” was located was the equivalent to asking them to find a needle in a haystack. she didn’t expect anyone to know where a book was right off the bat; that was her job, and she was happy to help.
kuroo always dreaded going to the library. he dreaded everything about it. he loathed having to be quiet, aware of every noise he made, every rustle of his pant legs brushing against each other, and he hated trying to find the single book he was looking for amongst thousands of others. sometimes he felt like he'd be better off pirating a pdf version of a book off the internet, but it never appealed to him as much as a physical book.
over lunch with bokuto one day, he had rubbed a hand down his face and groaned at the thought of even stepping foot into the library, “i have to get a book for one of my social science classes, but do you know how hard they make it to find any kind of science book?”
“you should ask for y/n!” bokuto responded with a mouth full of food, “she’s really nice, she actually walked with me to help find the book i was looking for.”
“you went to the library to get a book? i would’ve expected you to just sparknote it,” kuroo teased with a sleazy grin.
his friend huffed, crossing his arms, “you should have more faith in me! i did read the book, but... it was because my professor had already caught me using sparknotes and said she’d fail me if she caught me using it again...” he trailed off and kuroo laughed.
“i think you just proved your own point wrong, buddy,” he rested his hand in his palm, looking down at the table they were sitting at. “you said her name’s y/n? what’s she look like?”
“mm, i don’t remember,” bokuto said, after a thoughtful pause, “she’s probably wearing a nametag, though. or just ask for y/n! someone will direct you to her.”
“that’s weird, man. what am i supposed to tell her when she questions why i specifically asked for her?” he responded with a sigh.
“just tell her i sent you! she knows me pretty well now, she won’t mind,” the dual hair colored boy shrugged before shoving more food into his mouth, “it’s that or search on your own for your book, but i’d say just find y/n, she can help.”
bokuto had a way of making everything seem like it would turn out fine, but all that confidence left him the moment he walked through the library doors. all he knew was he was on the lookout for a girl; nothing about what she looked like, just her name.
he could pretend to be cool and suave from afar, but when it came to actual interactions, he was never the best at maintaining his composure. he always talked too fast, or would regrettably talk more than was acceptable by his standards.
he settled for trying to find the book himself first. it was some kind of book about behavior, by a last name he thought sounded slightly like a serial killer. if he couldn’t even remember the author’s name, he was helpless. was it even worth trying to find someone to help him? or would he just make a fool of himself trying to describe the book he was looking for?
but he needed to find this book tonight, he knew that. he’d already put off reading it for long enough, and his deadline was coming up. knowing his grade was at risk, he defeatedly dragged his feet to the foot counter. it was impossible for him to casually stand there, looking at people’s name tags, and a girl at a computer was already looking at him, waiting patiently for him to tell her what he needed.
“uh–” he started off, trying to keep his voice low, “is y/n working tonight?”
the girl’s eyebrows knitted together, and he was distracted by the way her lips pursed before he tried to focus on her eyes instead, “that’s me. did you need something?”
perhaps it was luckier that he had found her on his first try rather than walking around like an idiot looking for a mysterious girl, but he couldn’t help worrying about how this interaction was already off to a bad start. he couldn’t believe bokuto could ever forget a face like hers when he was sure it’d be stuck in his head for weeks. “yeah, i’m looking for a book…?” he cringed at his own words. what else would he be here for? she only raised her brows, waiting for him to continue. “it’s um, a book on behaviorism i think. i’m majoring in sports management and i need this book for a social sciences class but i don’t remember what it’s called.”
his honesty made the corner of her lips lift, and he found himself staring again. she had to be wearing lipstick; there was no way her lips could be that red. “behaviorism? and you don’t remember what the book is called? what about the author?”
he shook his head. did he tell her his analogy? he’d already made a stupid first impression, “i don’t remember what his name was, but it sort of sounded like…”
“like a serial killer?” she finished, eyes flicking up to his own.
his own brows raised in surprise, “yeah, how did you know?”
she laughed softly at his remark, “i took a psychology class. it’s how i remembered his name too. i called him beef skinner, but his name’s b.f. skinner.” he found his own lips turning up, and they shared a smile before she cleared her throat, turning back to her screen. he watched her fingers fly across the keyboard under her hands before she turned her monitor screen around so he could see it. “does this cover look familiar? maybe by the title?”
it was a simple cover, dark blue with a tri-colored atom at the bottom. the title was written in bold capital letters: Science and Human Behavior. it clicked with him as he read the title and he could only nod, dumbfounded as she returned the screen back to its normal position.
“that’s exactly it. you’re like a genius, i can’t believe you found it based on three basic words,” he complimented, watching as she stood up, dusting off her pencil skirt. 
he felt a puff of pride in his chest, seeing the way she smiled at his words. “it’s my job,” she laughed again, “i think i had someone else come in looking for it a few days ago. too. call it good timing. your book should be somewhere in the 300s, i’ll lead you there.”
she waved a hand, motioning for him to follow as she came around the side of the counter and he was quick to follow. they walked along the aisles, her head tilting up ever so often to look up at the number plates adorning each shelf. “if you don’t mind me asking, how did you know my name?” she asked, turning back to him.
he fell into step walking alongside her as he hummed in thought, “i had a friend that mentioned you. i always get lost coming here and i was telling him about it and he said i should try to find you because you’re really nice.”
“aw,” she commented with a small smile as they turned down an aisle, “that was sweet of him to say. i’m glad i could help.”
their conversation went silent as they continued walking, and he found himself tugging at the collar of his sweater nervously. “he was right,” he mumbled.
“what was that?” she looked at him again, and he inhaled sharply again, looking into her eyes.
“nothing. i mean—i was just saying my friend was right. you’re very nice,” he spoke quickly, averting his eyes towards the floor. this was what he’d meant when he said he always talked too much; he really needed to learn to keep his thoughts in.
but when she laughed at his compliment, he thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to make a fool of himself if he could hear her voice again. “thank you, i’m glad to hear that. what was your name, again?” she asked, a blush dusting her cheeks. she couldn’t believe she was letting a boy’s words affect her in such a way when she didn’t even know his name.
he was thinking the same thing; how had telling her his name completely slipped his mind? “kuroo,” he said, stopping when she stopped, crouching to run her fingers along the spines of a row of books close to the ground. “my name’s kuroo tetsuro.”
“well, kuroo,” she said, standing back up and looking at him with that smile of hers. paired with the sound of his name on her tongue, he felt like he was going to pass out. “it was nice to meet you. and here’s your book. maybe i’ll see you again?”
“definitely,” he said too quickly, but it was worth it to watch her nose scrunch as she laughed, “i’ll definitely come back, it what meant. um, not just to see you. well— actually— it’d be kind of nice if maybe we saw each other again. maybe over dinner? could i get your number?”
“yes,” she answered, and when she bit her lip, trying to stop the way her smile had grew, he felt like he was standing in front of angel, “to all of that. meet me back at the counter?”
"okay," he breathed, watching her walk off, her hands grabbing fists full of her skirt. maybe the library wasn't as bad as he thought, after all.
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justabigassnerd · 1 year ago
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Love and Support
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Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader
Word count - 2,003
Warnings - burnout, not taking care of one's self, worries about letting people down, lil' pinch of angst, fluff
Summary - you worry about your school work, causing you to neglect self-care until your dad swoops in to help
A/N - hey y'all, it's time for a new fic! this was an anon request that I had a blast writing! I love writing Mav as a dad bc I just know he'd be the best dad. anyway I won't ramble, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!
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You took after your father in a lot of ways, but the most glaring similarity was how you would stop at nothing to achieve your goals, much like your dad. Maverick had been rejected from the naval academy the first time he applied on account of his father being Duke Mitchell. But that didn’t stop Maverick, he went back and got himself a spot in the naval academy, graduating and working his way up until he and Goose were granted a spot at Top Gun. Much like your father, you knew what you wanted, and you’d stop at virtually nothing to make sure you got to where you wanted to be.
However, in pursuing your goals, you began to neglect yourself. You would go to school and study and the second you passed the threshold of your house; you’d study until Maverick had to coax you away with food. You hardly made time for friends, even Bradley had a challenge trying to get you to leave your studies for more than five minutes so you could relax and not think about school.
Maverick had noticed how you locked yourself away and wouldn’t spend much time away from your school work. He was so proud of you for working hard to reach your goal, but he couldn’t help but worry as well. He knew if you kept on studying with no breaks, you’d drive yourself into the ground because of the amount of pressure you were putting on yourself. He voiced his concerns, but you brushed him off every time, assuring him that you were fine.
One day, the stress had built up to almost unspeakable levels, you were in crunch mode, all too aware of how close your deadlines were, and you needed to get good grades to ensure you got into a good college to get your dream job. You were deep in studying, fighting to understand one of the only things that had been giving you trouble at school when suddenly you felt tears welling in your eyes as you realised it was not sinking in at all. Your mind begins to race with worst-case scenarios. What if this one subject caused you to fail? You would let not only yourself down, but your dad too. He knew how hard you worked, and you wanted to make him proud. You rested your elbows on your desk and buried your head in your hands as you took a shuddering breath, trying to calm your racing heart.
“y/n/n, do you want something to eat?” You hear your dad’s voice coming from outside your room, but you couldn’t get your voice to cooperate with you. Every time you attempted to speak you choked up and all that came out was choked sobs as more tears streamed down your cheeks. Concerned by your lack of response, Maverick eased your door open carefully, knocking once more but immediately throwing the door open the rest of the way when he saw you sobbing into your hands.
“What’s wrong, y/n?” Maverick asked worriedly, not moving to touch you as you wipe at your eyes, not looking at your dad in embarrassment. Maverick eases himself down to sit on the end of your bed as he watches you carefully. Maverick doesn’t force you to respond, he waits for you to come to him. You wipe your eyes a few more times before you stand from your chair and cross to your bed, sitting down alongside your father and immediately curling into his side and he wastes no time in wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in close as you take some slow, deep breaths to calm yourself, focusing on Maverick’s heartbeat to ground yourself. Once more, Maverick didn’t force anything out of you, he ran a hand up and down your back and pressed soft kisses to the top of your head to help calm you. When you have recovered enough to formulate sentences, you pull away from your dad’s embrace and wipe at your eyes again.
“Sorry.” You apologise, moving to shuffle away from Maverick but he keeps his arm around you, not wanting you to run away.
“Don’t apologise. What’s up? What’s bothering you? You know you can tell me anything.” Maverick urges softly, his eyes searching yours as you look up at him. You remain silent for a moment, debating on whether you tell your dad what was causing your upset.
“I’m scared.” You manage to say, tears still wetting your eyes as Maverick lifts a hand to brush any fallen tears off your cheeks.
“What are you scared of?” He asks gently, wanting to do his best to help you.
“I’m scared of failing my exams. If I fail, then I won’t get into a good college and get the career I want. And if I fail then I’m letting you down too and I can’t let you down.” You say blinking rapidly before Maverick pulls you back into a hug, consoling you as you cry. When you’ve once again calmed down, Maverick presses a kiss to the top of your head and pulls away slightly so he can look you in the eye.
“Hey, listen to me carefully. You aren’t going to fail, okay? You’ve been busting your ass studying for so long and I know you can do it. Don’t you ever worry about letting me down because you could never do that. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve achieved, have been proud of you since you were born.” Maverick says, brushing your tears away and smiling softly at you.
“Really? You’re really proud of me?” You question quietly, your eyes teary yet curious as you look up at him.
“Of course I am. How could I not? Just ask any of the guys, they’d tell you that I never shut up about you.” Maverick says, chuckling lightly at himself as you smile lightly at his words. It meant the whole world to you to hear that your dad was proud of you.
“Thank you, dad. I love you.” You say softly, cuddling close to your dad as he embraces you once more.
“I love you too, kid.” Maverick says, running his hand up and down your back before he pulls away once more, relieved to see the tears gone from your eyes.
“Now, how about we take a break from studying? I’ll order us some food and we can relax, see if there’s anything good on tv tonight.” Maverick says, noticing you think about it, and just before you open your mouth to gently refuse his offer, Maverick speaks up again.
“It wasn’t a question. You’ve not taken a break in a good while and it’ll do you good to relax. We’ll take a look at what you’re struggling with another day and I’ll see if I can help. And from now until your exams are done, I’m going to be making sure you take regular breaks and take care of yourself.” Maverick says quickly, a sternness sneaking into his tone that you rarely hear, making it clear to you that he’s being one hundred percent serious with you.
“Okay, I’ll take a break.” You say, giving in to what your dad asks of you. Maverick nods in approval at your answer and stands from his spot, pulling you up with him.
“Have a shower, relax and get changed into something comfortable, I’ll head downstairs and order some pizza for us.” Maverick says, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before excusing himself to head downstairs, leaving you to shower and get changed. The moment your door clicked shut, you glanced at your desk, observing the open textbook that seemingly taunted you, inviting you to sit at the desk once more before you crossed to your desk, flipping the textbook shut, and your notebook for good measure before you showered and changed into your comfy clothes ready to join your dad downstairs. You head downstairs and find your dad sitting on the sofa, flipping through tv channels.
“I’ve ordered the pizzas but unfortunately there’s not much on tv.” Maverick says when he notices you entering the living room, glancing over at you with a smile.
“It’s a Friday evening, are you sure there’s nothing on?” You laugh, taking the remote out of your dad’s hand and flicking through the remainder of the channels, finding a movie that would make good background noise.
“I was thinking we should go to the beach tomorrow with the Bradshaws. It’s been a while since we all spent the day together and Goose won’t stop going on about how much he, Carole, and Bradley miss you.” Maverick says as you flop down on the sofa.
“Sounds good. I’ve missed them too.” You reply with a smile as Maverick reaches to ruffle your hair. After about fifteen minutes of chatting with your dad and half-watching the tv, the doorbell rings.
“That must be the pizza, you get us some drinks and I’ll get the food.” Maverick says, getting up from the sofa with you following. You head to the kitchen while your dad grabs his wallet and crosses to the front door. When you emerge from the kitchen with drinks in hand, Maverick had already set the pizza boxes out on the coffee table and made a space for the drinks. You place the drinks on the coffee table before you ease yourself down on the sofa alongside your dad.
“This movie is ridiculous. Do they think the military works that way?” Maverick complains as you laugh.
“Dad it’s just a movie.” You say as you reach out to take a slice of pizza.
“Well, the least they could do is research what they make a movie about.” Your dad complains as you roll your eyes at your dad’s complaints, taking a bite out of your food. You continue to watch the movie, joining in with your dad’s jabs at the military inaccuracies within the film. By the end of the movie, the pizzas had been eaten and you felt exhaustion creeping into your system.
“Well after watching that train wreck of a movie, I’m beat. And I think the same goes for you.” Maverick says, standing up and turning off the tv as you yawn, nodding in agreement at his words. You help your dad clear away the pizza boxes and cups before the two of you head up to your rooms. You brush your teeth and then collapse into bed, immediately curling up under your duvet. After a minute or so, Maverick opens the door, knocking lightly to signal his entrance.
“Hey, kiddo.” Maverick says, crossing to your bedside and ruffling your hair as you prop yourself up on your elbow.
“Hey, dad. Thank you for earlier.” You say, smiling up at your dad as he smiles back.
“No need to thank me, y/n. It’s my job to look after you. I know that you’re going to take the world by storm one day, and I’m going to be cheering you on from the sidelines.” Maverick says as you move to hug him, immediately reciprocating and holding you close.
“I love you, dad.” You whisper, cuddling even closer to your dad.
“I love you too, sweetheart. Now, get some rest. You’ve earnt it.” Maverick says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your head before stepping away to let you rest. You watch as your dad crosses back to your bedroom door and flicks your light off before wishing you goodnight once more and closing the door behind him as he leaves to go to his own room. You flop back against your mattress and cocoon yourself in the duvet once more and allow your eyes to close, for once not stressing about your school work.
You knew you’d be okay now.
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passingbypainfullyaware · 4 months ago
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I’m not sure if this is a hot take or not. But I can tell u that after their confession scene, I didn’t really enjoy Qtoey all that much. Every time they were on screen I was just internally screaming bc I was hoping for any Chain & pun scene. Christ there are 4 parts each episode and 4 main couples. There’s an easy division of screen time there. However it kinda feels like 2 parts PhumPeem, 1 part Qtoey and then 1 part either TanFang or the whole gang. I would have loved to see a lot more Tanfang & Chainpun if I’m being honest.
A kiss in the last 10 minutes of the fucking show is not a story.
TanFang have a whole narrative arc and the way that info gets revealed to us about them is so satisfying. Like when I recall past interactions I now do so with a whole new lense, I see depth and meaning in things that I simply brushed off.
PhumPeem are such a delight because of how emotionally well connected they are and I thought I would not like this ship all that much but it’s so precious and the story is so conceptually simple and yet so well written. Obviously there was a lot of beating around the bush but honestly? I was hooked.
Qtoey also had a great story of meeting in high school, and falling in love with each other through little notes before ever seeing each others faces, and the destined meeting once again as a senior and junior in College. However if I were to speak honestly, after getting Q and Toey together all of their scenes lagged. Also as a side note, they absolutely didn’t need that scene of Q and Toey doing the nasty. Especially since the og character for Toey is Ace. Hell! they could have done a really cool storyline of Toey and Q navigating this part of their relationship while being respectful of each others needs and boundaries.
ChainPun, got an off screen visit to the vet, a scene of them getting snacks, a scene of them releasing the bird and then suddenly a kiss. And before anyone says that Chainpun was a slow burn of childhood friends to lovers… babe no they’re not. A slow burn is slow I get that, but at least there’s SOMETHING to burn? I’ve been living off of crumbs here.
Finally, I don’t wanna come off as a hater, despite this post I do love this series. There’s a deep connection between all of the characters and it’s such a healthy depiction of so many different types of relationships between family, friends and lovers. The love of people who once hurt each other, those who have reconciled, those in the process of it, even the love of those who are so afraid of hurting each other they would rather hurt themselves.
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jjimene123 · 2 months ago
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I have a feeling that maybe Timmy left his parents, bc he tried for years to get their attention and to show how much he loved them but no matter how hard he tried, they would always neglect him, ignore him, say how “disrespectful” he is to them, and leave him alone with Vicky 24/7 never realizing or even caring about how much Timmy told them how evil or sadistic she was. He always had cosmo and Wanda and he saw them as his real parents more than his own and never wanted to let them go, and even if he did live them more, he still tried to share the love with them bc he felt that maybe they could love him too if he’d just keep trying and get their attention or do something that might impress them, but after years of trying, they never changed and left him alone a lot. I think after he lost cosmo and Wanda, he was extremely upset bc they were the only ones that were there for him and knowing that he was going to have to go back to being treated like nothing from his parents, it was all just to much for him to bare, so he finally snaps and packs all his things to leave and cut his parents out from his life (but he also didn’t really care weather they weren’t there to see him leave, since they never really cared anyway, but it still upsets him to think that his parents never cared about him but eventually realizes that this is his chance to find ppl that do respect him). And based on what I’ve seen from the og show, maybe his parents to grieve about their son a bit for leaving, and so they try to contact them, but with Timmy living his new life, he hesitates to answer bc he thinks that whatever their calling him for is probably a need but also he has another part of him thinking that he hasn’t seen his parents in awhile and wants to see how they’re doing, but then it all ends with him remembering what they did to him and doesn’t call them at all. Timmy wants to move on from the past even if he still cares about it a bit, but knows that he is finally somewhere where he can be himself without anyone hurting him and he’s happy. However, he still a bit bothered by his past but he tries to brush it off like their bad memories( which they are) so he can finally move on. This takes years for Timmy to get used to but eventually he just roles with everything now and is more happy bc he has a few friends now that treat him better and a good career, he’s finally free from everything and everyone that would hurt him. He does still remember cosmo and Wanda but remembers what he did to them and does them a favor by avoiding them and brushing off them from his past as well, but he still thinks about the adventures they went through together and is great full for everything they did for him at night when he’s about to sleep and has nothing left to think about but his past memories that are good and also bad. ( sorry about this being long. I might have bad grammar or mistyped a lot too 😅).
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cocogrrrl · 1 year ago
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my princess (choose your own adventure!)
a choose your own adventure story where you, a princess, spend the day getting to know your soon-to-be husband, prince kyle.
prince!kyle x fem princess!yn (arranged marriage + royal au) cw: near breakdown bc of sensory overstim for one of the routes wc: 1157 for this chapter, 9201 for all parts
an: omg its done!! :'] please wait from me to attach the links if you're early btw HAHA while there is no bad ending, there is one ending i consider to be the canon one because i may or may not make a part 2 ;0 ps: i made the parts in very different states of mind LOL + take a shot everytime it says word hum, muse, and silence
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For most princesses, their fate was often sealed by the decision of their parents. You were no different.
Last week, your parents told you that you would be wed to Kyle Broflovski of Larnion. First and foremost, it was to form an allegiance with his family, seeing how your kingdom’s, Halcyon, military was quite advanced and strong while Larnion was very wealthy. Second, he and your parents have known each other for a long time, so it was a no-brainer to set your children up, I guess.
 You’ve never met Kyle, to be frank, but you’ve definitely heard of him. He was stereotypically perfect—physically active, studious, and ambitious. People praised him for the person he was. You weren’t stoked to meet him, but you weren’t upset either. You knew of your fate ever since you were a child, and what you got didn’t seem so bad.
What did he think of you, though? Most, unsure if he was one of them, viewed you as an educated, well-spoken, and graceful young lady. You weren’t well-spoken, though, you just knew when to shut your mouth. You didn’t like the very feminine appearance you had in public, yet some thought you were a bit too smart for your own good. They did get to you sometimes, but you believe that it’s best to just brush it off. However, the main thing you were worried about is if you were going to be wed to a person like those people.
The carriage turned by the circular driveway of the palace, where you would stay for the next week. If there was only one word you could use to describe the place, it would most definitely be posh. It looked like it supported only lavish lifestyles. You wouldn’t call it aristocratic, but it was shocking just how sophisticated and elegant the place was decorated.
Your parents, with your following behind them, proceeded to head to the throne hall, where you spotted Prince Gerald and Queen Sheila—two familiar faces you saw from time to time growing up. Beside them sat, what you could only assume, is Kyle.
For the most part, he looked what you expected his to look like, just a lot more lanky. You heard he took quite a few sports growing up, including football and horseracing, so your best judgment was that he was super buff—which didn’t exactly stoke you. You were happy to see that he didn’t look like a bodybuilder with a small head popping out at the top. It was the opposite, he did seem fit, but his body seemed faintly toned. Sleeper build, you guessed.
Greetings and compliments were exchanged between your parents. You stood there, smiling and waving to Mrs. and Mr. Broflovski. Kyle had gotten up to say hello to your parents as well. As the four of them chatted by the side, Kyle made his way to you, a polite and welcoming smile on his face.
“You must be YN?” was the first thing he said.
“And you must be Kyle.” Your head was raised high, nodding at him.
“I am” he hummed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lady,” He got on one knee as he took your hand to gently lay a kiss upon it.
You caught your cheeks heating up, taken aback by the action. You expected this, but that didn’t mean you were prepared to actually deal with it. “Please, the pleasure is all mine.” You curtsied as he stood back up.
“There’s our soon-to-be,” a voice chimed from the side. You two turned to look see who it was—it was Kyle’s mother.
You exchanged a look with Kyle, both of your eyes sending a ‘What do we do?’ to what she said. Luckily for Kyle, you spoke first.
“Oh, Mrs. Broflovski,” you swoooned as you feigned innocence and embarrassment with a chuckle.
“Please.” she grinned at you. “Call Gerald and me, Mom and Dad.”
“A-Already?” Your surprise was genuine, but your tone continued to remain soft and calm.
“We insist, dear.” She walked towards you, stroking your hair.
Your father joined Sheila. “You may call us Mom and Dad as well, Kyle,” he said as he pat his back.
Kyle seemed to laugh it off, but with a quick glance at him, you could tell he felt a little awkward about the whole thing. The tense in his shoulder and the way he look everywhere but at the people in the room said it all. “Haha, thank you very much…”
“So, you two are aware why we’ve brought you two here today, yes?” Gerald spoke. Although you knew Sheila, or now Mom, to be the sterner one between the two, Gerald had a more serious tone than the rest right now.
You and Kyle simply nodded to his question. You were going to spend time together and get to know each other better in preparation for the wedding. It’s a good thing they didn’t rush you into marriage right away, but it’s not like you had a choice if you didn’t like Kyle anyway.
“There’s going to be a masquerade ball tonight,” your mom explained. “You don’t have to come, but we highly suggest you do.”
A few more words were exchanged between you two and the adults, and, soon enough, you found them leaving you and Kyle left to your own devices.
“See you later, little baby girl!” Your father waved ecstatically as he strolled off. You shook your head, feeling humiliated. Kyle spotted your embarrassment and laughed at it. Maybe a little too loudly for your liking, but any volume of laughter from that was plenty too much for you.
Before Sheila left, she quickly made her way to Kyle. “Take care of YN. Okay, booby?” You tried to hold in laughter. Kyle stared back at you, rolling his eyes.
“Yes, Mom.” He sighed.
“Alright. I’ll be heading out now. See you two cuties soon.” Kyle’s mom smiled, walking in the direction where the rest of your parents were.
“So, booby,” You teased.
The red on his face when he got flustered or angered was cute, you thought. “What is it, little baby girl?” He spat back, not realizing how weird sounded when he said it.
“Don’t say that. It sounds weird.” You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the arm. He paused, looking at you to process what you meant by that. Once the realization sunk in his face more red than you could ever possibly imagine.
To ease the tension between you two, changed the topic. “Today’s free rein, though,” you continued. “You have any ideas where we could go?” You gave him a smile, hoping to ease his embarrassment even a little bit.
“Well, there’s the masquerade ball,” he hummed, looking everywhere but at you. “I suppose we can also go to the garden or a nearby village here as well…”
Which do you pick?
The Garden.
The Village.
The Masquerade Ball.
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vivgst · 9 months ago
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I CAN'T think of a title for this so just enjoy Alejandro having gay panics <3
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TW: Men.
MDNI btw, thanks.
I don't usually write about men bc I´m not a man, I don't like men and I can't write about things I can't understand BUT I love me some good gay panics with this macho man.
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He hated it.
He hated the slight shiver that being touched by those hands caused him, how much they made him feel, the vulnerability, the rejection, the desire… and to be honest, a lot of that hate was just fear, fear of acknowledging who he was.
Fear of accepting that there was much more of him to tell.
He also hated getting hurt, because that meant being healed and touched by him.
“I'm fine, Rudy.” He growled with that bad mood that characterized him, however Rodolfo didn't even bother to pull away, he was already used to his colonel's stubbornness. Instead, he kept pressing on his abdomen, massaging it gently, trying to ease the pain of the bruises.
“That way they disappear faster, you can't work like this”. Rudy spoke in a low voice sounding tired and he was, Alejandro didn't let anything be done, not without putting up a fight first.
Alejandro let out a sigh, he gave in finally but was still nervous, and he let Rudy's hands slide over his torso. He felt his skin get hot. He could try to hide it but his body gave him away and the way Rudy's hands ran all over his torso almost hungrily didn't help him, he felt breathless.
Rudy's eyes were still fixed on Alejandro's abdomen, he felt that if he looked into his eyes then the charm would end and he didn't want to stop touching him. His hands went up to his nipples which he rubbed with his thumbs and Alejandro let out a shaky breath, he was leaning on his elbows and threw his head back.
He didn't know when they had gotten so close but when he realized, Rudy was almost on top of him, his lips hovering over Alejandro's and his hands kept working wonders. They couldn't take their eyes off each other.
And Alejandro was hard, painfully hard.
Which inevitably hit his ego but felt too good to question, so instead of feeling guilty he just stayed still, letting Rudy's hands move down his torso again, but this time he didn't stop at his abdomen, he went down further, to Alejandro's pants and began to rub him over his clothes.
There was something in the way Alejandro melted under his touch that made him feel in heaven and he wanted more, he wanted to touch his hard flesh until he heard him moan and pant, however he didn't have the courage.
“I think you're done.” Rudy spoke in a whisper and they were so close that their lips brushed when he spoke.
"I am". Alejandro breathed out and was immensely grateful that Rodolfo had the self-control that he didn't have right now and could pull away.
They didn’t dare to look at each other's faces, Rodolfo left the room without saying too much and Alejandro got rid of his pants to start jerking off desperately, cursing and grunting under his breath.
He touched himself as if his life depended on it and far from calming down, his erection grew harder, he felt like an animal in heat. It wasn't enough, he needed Rudy's hands wrapping around his length, or his lips. Oh, his lips... just thinking about it made his abdomen tighten and soon he had his hand full of his seed. He was panting and leaned his head against the wall.
He didn't know how the hell they were going to look at each other's faces after this, but right now it didn't matter.
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assistantquail · 2 years ago
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Well damn... (Adults) 1/2
Female reader is left with no choice but to use a male avatar, not that he minds using it on the first place, to save their best friend's life. 
Characters: Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey
Pronouns: They/Them 
Warnings: Cursing, injury, mentions of blood, Jake is shot in every headcannon in this part (bc why not), kithes?, simps, everyone is bi >:3, gender is a social construct, idk a thing about injuries or fighting, ooc
The timelines are different per character;
Jake & Neytiri: After the RDA left
Tsu’tey: Before the big battle
This is the exact same story but I just changed the gender and figure type :>
(None of the ff images/gifs are mine)
Continue reading...
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Jake Sully
He didn't know what to do at first but this is definitely not doing any good for his chest... His heart and the bullet wound- 
“I've been shot, I'll be needing some back up” 
The man is applying pressure to his injury, leaning on to the tree as he issues orders for the spotters to return.
“Copy that, back up is on the way” Norm's voice can be heard from the earpiece as he hears a mellow voice in the background saying that someone is already on the move.
Since the humans retreated and Jake knew that this area is sort of close to where his comrades are located, he decided to ask for their help as he broke off from the Navi group before the battle.
Luckily the bullet missed his vital organs but it might’ve grazed through his veins, rendering his legs useless. Making him feel a bit panicked whether or not this is temporary, silently praying to Eywa for strength. He already lived through having crippled legs in his first life, will he experience the same now?
What if he can never use his legs again? What if-
“You idiot! This isn’t a minor injury!” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, his eyes trailed to you in your avatar form. An unfamiliar Navi yet he feels like you look familiar. That eye shape, nose, lips, and 5 fingers...
“Who- wait, Y/N!?”
“No shit sherlock” You rolled your eyes while approaching him, taking the bag of materials off your shoulder. His mouth formed an ‘o’ and he can’t help but study your form. You glared at him when you saw that he was eyeing your lower region, throwing bandages at his face.
“Eyes up here skxawng”
You placed your hand under his chin, forcing him to look up. Still speechless from seeing you, he just kept staring and you’re starting to feel bare in front of him.
He saw you hissed at him playfully, but that look on your face is hot-
To distract yourself, you started to inspect the wound, you brushed your fingers near the bullet hole.
At this moment, Jake doesn’t know what to feel. He thought that he has great self-control and he can manage his expressions whenever you’re near but this is an impossible task now.
Do not get him wrong, he loves you dearly in your human form with the size difference between you and him. But seeing your avatar, despite being a male, still has your prominent features that fit greatly to the Navi beauty standards. He wanted to see what is in your pants, curious to know if he is bigger.
When he felt your fingers under his chin, making him stare into your golden eyes, he wanted to melt into a puddle.
He wanted to say something but he is sure that his voice will betray him and make him seem unmanly which is the last thing he needs you to see.
However, when you touched him, his will power almost vanished completely. This is a huge foul! He’s getting overstimulated by a lot of things at once: your touch, gaze, heat radiating from you, and his heart.
This is all too much for the man. He was as silent and still as a rock, the whole time you were treating his injury. You can feel his intense gaze on you as you tried to brush it off before you do something.
You thought he’ll tease you throughout this encounter but you were met with serenity and it’s making you feel awkward. You would rather listen to Jake make fun of you or just listen to him say anything than this.
Is it that weird? Do you look unattractive? Is he disgusted?
Those thoughts are plaguing the back of your mind, you’ve always wanted to let him know about your avatar but you’ve never really thought it will happen today.
When Norm told you that Jake was shot and needed help, you went to your pod and took off, no questions asked. This man will be the death of you but living without him is just as bad.
The silence is slowly breaking your heart which made you work faster, so that you can get out of there and look for a hole to hide in.
Rather than suffer, you decided to talk instead.
“What happened o mighty Toruk Makto? I never thought that you will get injured this bad...”
You were met with silence so you just chuckled nervously, hoping that he doesn’t notice your struggle.
Not even want to see the expression on his face, you hurried to tie the bandage around the injured area and secure the wound to stop bleeding.
“You are free to go now, just do not use your leg too much for a couple of days” You picked up the scattered materials you’ve used and stuffed them in your bag, swinging it over your shoulder as you looked at everything else but him, “Well I’ll be out of your hair now, I don’t want to taint your eyes any longer”
You felt yourself wince at your words, internally face palming yourself while you walk away.
“Wait no” A familiar hand fell on your arm, immobilizing you from taking your escape.
Jake finally got himself together when he saw that you were walking away, his body reacted before his brain. He wants you to stay, he wants to tell you how stunning you are, avatar or not.
“Sorry if I was being a skxawng, you are just so hot that it caught me off guard. I almost couldn’t stop myself from taking you”
He stared at your face, engraving every detail in his face as he watches your eyes widen and cheeks turn purple. Which gives him a boost of confidence to caress your face in his hand. Standing up, he was only a few centimeters taller than you.
“This isn’t how I wanted to confess but I’ll be damned if those women see you, girls here are crazy”
“Oel ngati kameie Y/N”
Your lips trembled, seeing the man you’ve always wanted, look at you with such an expression.
“Oel ngati kameie Jake, I always have”
This would’ve been a heartfelt moment but Jake couldn’t help but smack your butt. Can he be blamed though? That is one juicy muscle.
Extra:
“Cat got your tongue or is it just me?” This made you want to take back your confession and just unalive this man.
“Shut up or I’ll feed you to the direwolves”
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Neytiri 
Neytiri had never imagined Y/N as a Navi or a female one because they already look very attractive in their human form, but she would've kneeled and thank Eywa for being blessed by the view of it weren't for the current situation.
You shot up from your spot when you heard that Jake is injured and their coordinates are close to where you are doing research. There is no problem with heading into the battlefield, you're a skilled Navy and healer despite being younger than him. But there is this tiny problem that might hinder you from going... 
Your avatar body, which was previously your sister's who sadly had to remain on earth to recuperate from her injuries. There is nothing wrong with its quality though! You love how everything looks because it resembles you a lot, but only a few people knew how your avatar looks like. Adding the fact, that your crush is certainly there as Jake's right hand woman, you are not sure how she will react to seeing you like this. 
Internally groaning, your morals overpowered the embarrassment that will be bestowed upon you as you sadly see Jake as your family.
“I’m almost there, just hang on” You spoke to the walkie-talkie, doing a great job avoiding obstacles that are blocking your way as you pray to Eywa for guidance.
On the other side of the area, the idiot who got shot is currently being hidden as the other Navis are retreating 
“Neytiri, your mouth is gonna catch some flies from how wide it is” 
With you there, she held back from hissing towards and throwing this skxawng who still had the nerve to make fun of her while bleeding on the ground.
You gestured "I see you" to Neytiri with a smile before approaching your sworn brother. Trying to play this situation coolly as you don't want to embarrass yourself in the presence of the Navi princess, who you've been pining on for years since you did not use your avatar with anyone knowing but the scientists and Jake... Probably Tsu'tey too... 
The woman just stared at your form, as you turn your back on her to check up on Jake. She didn’t even notice how she kept staring at you until Jake made fun of her which resulted to a smack on his head.
The moment you saw the injury, your personality did a switch becoming a professional medic drowning out the environment to focus on the man in front of you.
“Don't take this the wrong way, but it's prefer to get invited over not in every situation where you're close to dying from foolishness” Mutters fell from your lips, as you examined the severity of the injury. The bullet almost made an exit hole, which thankfully missed his vital organs.
A pair of golden eyes watched you from behind, curiously looking at all your features. She wonders why your waist seems to be smaller than hers despite being taller.
She went beside you, staring at the side of your face while you and Jake are bickering like children. Your freckles framed your face perfectly, highlighting the facial features that Neytiri adores whenever you stop by the clan, in your human form.
“That's not how you should talk to an injured person” Jake huffed, rolling his eyes at you. He then took note of how his right hand woman is still looking at you like you're the only person in Pandora. 
A hand met the back of Jake's head rather roughly as the slap echoed around the area. “Hey, you don't hit an injured person!” He puts his hand on his chest, wearing a betrayed look on his face.
“I would have hit you back if I didn't know that you're a girl” Your shoulders tensed as you take a deep breath, pressing your fingers against your temple.
“I pray to Eywa for patience” Neytiri watched in silence, imagining what it would be like to hold your hand. Seeing you stressed by this skwawng made her want to hold you close, it is not the first time she thought of acting on her feelings.
“Don't you usually pray for strength?” Jake retorted like he wasn't the one bleeding on the floor, still focused on winning this silly argument. 
“I need patience to not throw hands with an already injured skxawng”
The Navi princess felt jealous that Jake was being touched by your precious hands while she has never felt your skin on hers. All your attention was on him and she knows that her thoughts are childish, but she can’t help it.
When you turned to get some materials from your bag, you met face to face with Neytiri. You both are inches away from each other, her eyes glowed majestically in your perspective. You have never been this close to her, you became more aware with the freckles on her face.
Eyes trailing to her nose then lips. While you did not even notice that she was doing the same, Neytiri is drilling the memory of you into her heart, making sure not to forget any detail of how your eyes shine like the sun.
You both were staring at each other with so much love that Jake had to stop himself from gagging, do not get him wrong, he is your biggest shipper but he would rather not be forced to watch this.
“Can you guys undress and mate later? There’s a dying person here-”
Again, a slap met the back of his head but it was from Neytiri as you covered your face in embarrassment. Your throat let out some nervous chuckles as you finished wrapping the bandages, you can feel the heat gathering on your cheeks and ears. Neytiri looked at the tall Navi, who was acting nervously as you packed your stuff. Such a strong looking Navi yet only she can see you crumble.
But inside you were glad that she did not seem to treat you any differently, this was a huge step up for you. You can feel her eyes as you stood up. “Well um you are all better, now I will just bounce-”
“Y/N...”
That was all it took for you to give her all of your attention again, oh Eywa you are such a himbo.
“Can I meet you later at the entrance of the clan”
“Huh-?” Your brain filtered out whatever she just said, you were too busy trying not to melt under her gaze so you just nodded your head.
“Perfect, we shall have what you humans call as a date”
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Tsu'tey 
Jake nudged the Navi with an all knowing smirk creeping on his face. Just a moment ago, Tsu'tey was focused on keeping other dreamwalkers away from this skxawng who got shot but now he can't tear his eyes away from this one male dreamwalker who is running toward them. His instinct is telling him not to shoot but his chest somehow makes him feel like they are familiar with each other.
“Take a picture it will last longer- ow!” 
The injured Navi held his shoulder that was punched aggressively to soothe the ache. Jake glared at his sworn brother while he got hissed back.
“Alright, I kind of deserved that”
When the female Navi nodded towards them, all of Tsu’tey’s attention is back on them, on you.
“Oel ngati kameie” You greeted them, facing Tsu’tey with a shy smile before turning your focus on Jake. Your tongue made a clicking noise as you examine the injury, the bullet runs deep but not that fatal if treated quickly.
The young Navi cannot help but feel envy as the injured skxawng gets to receive your attention, on the other hand he is using your moment of distraction to study your features.
Your avatar has the features similar to them, noticeable from your height and figure shape. Is this the reason why you disappeared for so long? Did you not want him to know?
He was not able to catch a glimpse of you for the whole week which is why he is “more grumpy than usual” in Jake's words which he wholeheartedly denied.
“Hey there handsome, where have you been the whole time?” Jake grins at you wearing the playboy smirk, making you roll your eyes at him.
You gagged at his attempt to tease you in front of your crush. “I think I just threw up, please spare me”. After giving him a short examination, you placed your hand on the ground beside you.
The bag full of medicinal herbs, bandages, etc is something you bring along everywhere for emergencies. That’s one of the things Tsu’tey loves about you, always looking after others before yourself. It is a double-edged sword, no doubt, but that is where he comes in.
He always makes sure to take care of you and remind you to take a break. You are well aware that he shows his affection through actions and acts of service rather than vocalizing his thoughts.
The two of you sort of have an ambiguous relationship? You gift him some crafts you make whenever you stop by every other day for research, the whole clan welcomes you with open arms since you aided Grace with her school before the whole fiasco happened.
You are well aware that the corporate people have some things hidden in their sleeves, you have seen glimpses and whispers of their plan but you have no power to put a stop on it.
So you are glad that they accepted Jake into their clan, not really but you suspect he is close. You and Tsu’tey were able to amend your friendship with each other in your human form, hopefully developing something more, but deep inside you know very well that Navis only mate with Navis. Plus you only have a male avatar! You cannot give birth to an heir even if you wanted to...
A human can never be with a Navi, especially if the Navi is next in line as Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya clan. The man also lost his future mate because of your kind, for Eywa’s sake!
Without you knowing, Tsu’tey has already thought of those. He actually prayed to Eywa for guidance, if what he is feeling is just temporary because he does not know how to deal with these type of things. 
He is a warrior, who lost his fated mate almost a year ago. He loved her, they were supposed to be together forever...
It seems that Eywa have other plans for him because he met you.
As your body worked like a robot, familiar with what needs to be done with muscle memory, you placed your hand down without looking. But you felt that you touched something warm, your head quickly turns to Tsu’tey.
His hand was holding the bandages you were about to retrieve, you made eye contact with him for a few seconds before realizing that you were still holding his hand.
“Thank you- and sorry about that!” You squeaked as you took the bandages from him.
“There is no need for that, this is such a simple thing” His voice was lower than usual, is it because you have not heard him for so long? But it sent you feeling some shivers down your spine.
You flashed him a smile, showing your fangs and it nearly took him out. So he just looked at you as you turned your attention back on your best friend.
Jake watched this painful love show playing in front of him, he cringed at how awkward you both were acting.
Tsu’tey stayed silent again, he was thinking of what to say to you. Should he compliment you? Ask how you are doing?
At first it is because, of how you took his breath away from your form. You have always been an attractive human but now that you are in Navi form, his willpower almost became nonexistent.
He wanted to take you away and make you be worry free but he knows that this is not the right time. He does not know when that time will be, where both of you can finally let go of what is stopping you from being together.
For now, he can be satisfied with how things are, he just does know until when he can keep it all together. With your avatar, he will make sure that no man dares to covet you...
Extra:
Tsu’tey hands you a necklace after bringing Jake back to the Hometree, this is the first gift you have received from him and you could not stop smiling. He offered to put it on you, which you just nodded at him.
Feeling his fingers brush on your neck, you let out a laugh because you are ticklish. Your body reacted by holding his hand to stop him from tickling you and your hand fits perfectly in his.
Next Part: Tonowari, Ronal, and Quaritch (Male reader ver.)
I will also be uploading another version with Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, Tsireya, Aonung, and Roxto. Tell me what you guys think as I need constructive criticism QvQ.
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okkalo · 1 year ago
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could u do a scenario with kunigami and a reader who has a perfectionist mindset and ends up breaking down bc they dont feel pretty or smart enough? i’ve honestly been feeling like shit for not feeling perfect and i just want my comfort character to help me escape </3
if u need more inspiration listen to pretty hurts by beyonce
hi anon! i tried to write this one as fast as i could after the previous request for u..i hope ur feeling somewhat better!! just in case no one has told u recently im soso proud of you and you can get through this! i hope u enjoy,, lots of love 🫶🩷
character: kunigami
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- kunigami had gotten used to your perfectionist attitude
- in fact, he barely struggled getting used to it
- he was always there to try to comfort you or take your mind off of whatever was bothering you
- he definitely struggled with reassurance at first, however. he actually still isn’t good at it
- he’s only good when you start degrading yourself and his mind just kinda takes over
- if you ever tried to brush him off with an “i’m okay” he would definitely back off
- he would instead try to do other things for you, such as getting your favorite food or making sure to pull you in to rest on his chest
- if u did brush him off he’ll probably learn not to comfort you that way and won’t really approach you, he just continues doing stuff that would hopefully make your day better
- all of that aside he actually loves your perfectionist side
- he loves the way you continue to strive to be better
- mostly because he can relate, he has to work hard to be everyone’s hero!!
- he tries to help if he can too
- he feels as if it’s his role as your boyfriend
- he also thinks your beautiful
- duh, you might be thinking. but he always tries to remind you with some sort of compliment
- he’s just as bad as giving compliments as he is at receiving though! so be patient
- but back to the moment you breakdown
- he’s probably not the best at detecting how stressed you are
- he didn’t even notice. he only knew when he saw you crying in bed while looking at your phone
“y/n?” your name rolled out of his mouth with worry, catching the attention of your widened teary eyes. “y/n, what’s wrong?” the question immediately left him once his concerned eyes met yours. he dropped his bag on the ground, his long legs extending to reach you fast and pull you into a comforting hug.
his heart broke at your released sobs and the way your body slumped into his, your hands clawing at the fabric of his shirt in desperate need of comfort. his finger pads gently made their way to your scalp, each spread out to gently massage your skin. he felt stupid, unable to come up with any comforting words at the moment and only being able to hold you close. he wanted to do more, he wanted you to feel better.
once your sobs lessened and you finally gained confidence in your voice you started sputtering what was weighing your heart down. the moment kunigami heard the words ‘i’m not pretty enough’ or ‘i’m not smart enough’ is the moment he decided to interrupt, not being able to hear anymore of your painfully wrong thoughts.
“hey, don’t say that.” he pulled away from the hug to lift your chin and make you look at his stern eyes. the hand still softly resting on your waist told you he wasn’t mad at you. “you know none of that is true, you’re just in a bad mental state right now to see. you’re the most beautiful person i’ve seen, and you aren’t anywhere close to dumb. you’re damn near perfect.” he stated, confident in each word he was saying while making sure to hold eye contact throughout the whole time.
“come on, take a bath with me and once we get back you’ll have to tell me who made you feel that way.” he gently took your hands, pulling you off the bed with him. once you were standing on your feet he cupped your face in his hands, giving you a soft kiss on the lips before pulling away with a reassuring gaze. “i’m so proud to be your boyfriend, i can’t have you feeling like you’re not enough, because you’re way more than enough for me.” he stated, giving one last final kiss to your cheek before his hand found your back and started pushing you to the bathroom.
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theresa-of-liechtenstein · 11 months ago
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art by em year in review 2023!
for the fourth time, i present to you a selection of the art i did this year! this definitely was the Year of Understanding Procreate, and i think it paid off. as usual, reflections under the cut.
january: i saw @malcolm-f-tucker tag a picture of abigail thaw with a comment about a theresa faceclaim and it left no survivors, i.e. i decided that theresa should have greying hair and did not look back. this was from when i was still trying to figure out what brush to use for lineart in procreate. luckily i had learned my lesson from the sketchbook learning curve and realized that what i liked for lineart would most likely be in the pencil section. however i wasn’t a huge fan of the brush i used in this one, so i didn’t use it again. instead, for later pieces, i decided to customize the 6b pencil brush to my liking, and…
february: …this came out of it! this is still one of my favorite things i have ever drawn, and it’s my favorite thing i’ve drawn yet for herc and linda. this piece really convinced me to use overlay layers more in my art, and the amount of detail i managed to capture in this one still amazes me now. and before anyone asks, yes, they are doing specific things in the startup procedure for an airbus a320-family aircraft, except linda is doing things off the CM1 checklist and herc is doing something off the CM2 checklist, which i learned later is not really something that is done. let’s just say herc is not the tightest stickler to convention.
march: one half of an intended two pieces centered around the f1 au (which, regrettably, i have yet to continue… i just reread what little of the second part is on ao3 and god, it slaps actually, i really need to continue it so bad) depicting a pivotal scene from around the outside, where theresa and linda decide to put aside a childhood feud at the top of the banked curve at monza. at sunset. on theresa’s birthday. i know, very meaningful, incredibly homoerotic. read the fic to see how well that turns out!
april: i always knew i wanted to redraw the first filipino!hercolyn thing i did back in 2020, the one that completely solidified in my mind the notion that These Characters Are Filipino, Actually, and when i got comfortable in procreate i quickly jumped on that. (if you notice, a lot of the stuff i did this year were redraws of old pieces i really liked but wasn’t fully satisfied with.) of course i wanted to draw them in the traditional clothes in my parents’ and grandparents’ wedding pictures. the implication of this being, of course, that this is the soft shoe shuffle wedding. i have a fic planned centered around that, from douglas’ perspective. now that grad school apps are basically done, if my honors thesis doesn’t kick me too hard, i’d love to get on that as soon as i can.
may: YOU JUST GOT COLINED! SEND THIS TO A FRIEND TO TOTALLY COLIN THEM! ah, colin fairbairn: the figure whose presence haunts all of newcastle but is never actually. named. (much to the chagrin of a lot of people who genuinely thought linda’s dad was named colin bc i Wouldn’t Shut Up About It) i just love him so much and i love this piece, i wanted to depict the wistfulness of an older colin whose airline is on the verge of collapse, who has been secure in his job as chief pilot of air cal, who looks out over glasgow airport (that’s glasgow’s runway in the background) and wonders if it’s time to put himself out to pasture. wondering what he could have done differently. it’s okay bby. there’s no way that you could have prevented this. but he’d never believe it. he’s too duty bound. he lives in my head rent free.
june: another redraw, this time of a piece from 2021. i was so happy with this one, and i am very happy with it still! everything about the older piece i loved was improved massively by this redraw: the poses, the proportions, the line work, the coloring. honestly, just thinking about the two of them just existing in the airport, overlooked by bustling passengers, just part of the landscape, but having such a rich history and relationship between them… it’s something i think about a lot and i love it.
july: this comprises the third part of an unofficial trilogy of drawings i did centered around douglas/martin/theresa. in each one, i centered a different member of the ot3: i did one centering martin last year, one centering douglas in the spring, and this one centers theresa between douglas and martin. i really enjoy how i did the expressions in this one: martin, looking out toward the planes; theresa, following his gaze, eager to share in the passion they both have; and douglas, looking down at both of them (yeah i think they’re both shorter than him. i think it’s cute). i feel like when i draw these three, where they look and how they look is very important to me.
august: can you believe before this point i had never drawn herc and douglas together? yeah, me too. anyway, them 🤍 i’ve literally only ever drawn them as older men so trying to draw them younger was. lowkey kind of hard. i’m hoping to revisit air england herc and douglas in the future, especially since i didn’t intend for this to be anything more than a quick bit due to those bisexual divorcee brackets (which i don’t know what became of them in the end except that douglas got through and herc didn’t, lmao)
september: unposted self-portrait done as a part of my aerospace fellowship application i wound up getting rejected from because they required me to do a creative component. not much to say here. anyways.
october: yet another redraw, this time of a portrait of herc, carolyn, linda, and arthur i did a year prior, in october of 2022. i like to think that lfeu!herc carries pictures of linda, arthur, and carolyn in his wallet: he had never wanted to be the family man for most of his life, but in his new life, this new form, he can play it well. something about the coloring seems a little off to me: i think i may have to go in and adjust arthur’s skin tone because i think it doesn’t look 100% right. but i love this one too. i hemmed and hawed for ages over what they should be wearing but in the end i put them in what they’d wear for work bc i couldn’t think anymore. but it turned out super cute and i think it emphasizes what brought the four of them together in the first place: aviation.
november: a cute little doodle of young!colin with baby linda, from a bigger piece. something i generally feel like i’ve gotten stronger with this year has been drawing a larger variety of poses. i discovered that procreate allows you to import reference images in a smaller window that can be very easily dragged around and resized, which was a massive improvement over my previous strategy with sketchbook, which had been to import reference images as their own layers. often, moving it around or resizing reference images resulted in some loss of quality. anyways there’s something just so tender about colin and linda and i love to revisit them.
december: last but not least, we finish off the way we started, with theresa (and an added douglas lol). and boy, how different does december look from january? granted, it’s a different angle, but i personally think there is so much more dimension at the end of the year compared to the beginning. i was less afraid of using overlays to enhance the coloring. and the brush i wound up settling on for lineart really ended up serving me well this whole year, culminating in this piece. not much to say on this one, i like it a lot :)
overall thoughts: i didn’t think i drew as much as i wanted to this year, but looking back i still think i made really good progress and improved a lot from last year, so i’m still happy. definitely want to draw more next year, explore new subjects, and maybe work on redrawing more pieces from previous years because those projects have been very fun to undertake.
once again i want to say a big thank you to everyone who’s ever shared or commented or left a like on anything i’ve drawn: it will have been 10 years next year since the end of the show i primarily create fanwork for, and to still have people out there who like what i do is such a gift. yes i create for myself, but i do also like receiving feedback from others and sharing it with others, so thank you thank you thank you. and happiest of new years to all :)
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louisinart · 2 years ago
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so i’ve been getting a lot of asks from people who don’t know about the Great Katya Debate and so I just wanted to clear this up for those who are just getting into the fandom now: Quick context anyone who hasn’t seen Goncharov (watch it!) here’s some context: during the Boat Scene Katya is gravely wounded. She makes it out alive but then later dies of causes that aren’t made explicit in the text. Some people believe she succumbed to the injuries she got on the boat and others have theorized that there was an unrelated cause (an illness she was hiding, offscreen attack etc.). Andrey is with her when she dies, and is the one to tell Goncharov of her death during their final confrontation. This news drives him further down his path of unraveling and ultimately contributes to his eventual demise.
But here’s the thing: some people don’t think she actually died.  There are a number of subtextual clues that imply Katya faked her death in order to find freedom from the mob. The biggest piece of evidence towards this theory is the fruitstand scene where she tries to talk Sofia into running away with her. From what we see in the rest of the film, Katya knows that there’s no way she could walk away from the mob. Her marriage to Goncharov has her so deeply entangled that she’d be tracked down and killed almost immediately. Hell her brother leaves Russia just to find her in Naples within weeks, and he’s not even trying that hard. The most text-aligned read of this scene is that Katya is fantasizing, imagining a future neither she nor Sofia believes in (hence why Sofia brushes her off so casually), but more radical fans think she was hinting at a broader plan -- to fake her death and finally free herself from The Life. There are other hints to this, best found by analysing things like her leitmotif and the way Andrey discusses her death.
Fans of this theory really have fun with it, devising how she might have done it, who might have helped her (a personal favorite of mine is that she got help from icepick joe before he died), and what might have happened after her escape.
However it’s deeply controversial with those die-hard fans who are attached to the text of the film. I’m ultimately more of this camp, because the thematic resonance of Katya’s character arc really gets thrown off if she actually gets away in the end. Other critiques include: her survival damages the film’s credibility as a tragedy, it’s a modern-day/corporate-feminist/’girlbossified’ reduction of a complex and deeply flawed character, it would leave too many plot holes for a Scorcese project, etc. (There are also some other, more bigoted, reasons people don’t like the theory but i don’t endorse that bullshit and therefore won’t be talking about them here)
This got further complicated when Gonchorav ii: Katya’s revenge was recently announced. Where those who believe Katya lived cheered the announcement as absolution, the katya-died fans immediately got up in arms. There have been claims that Scorsese is selling out what was once his magnum opus, and bending to the will of the newer fanbase. Fans were losing their minds on twitter in all directions, but it didn’t get that much press bc it was the same week daddy musk started burning the place down.
Ultimately this is one of those fandom debates that people get seriously worked up about and will run in circles over with seemingly no end. I have my opinion but all the infighting realllly turns me off so I try to stay out of it. It’s also worth noting that most of the Katya-lives camp are younger fans who saw the movie in recent years, while the Katya-dies camp are more likely to be film buffs (the good and the bad) who saw the movie either when they were young or when it released.
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dirtanddistance · 1 year ago
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Valley Vertikiller 30k Race Report
Race: Valley Vertikiller 30/20/10k Distance: 30k Date: 10/07/2023 Location: Sumas Mountain, Abbotsford, British Columbia
I'll let you in on a little secret: I signed up for this race solely due to peer pressure. A bunch of folks from my running club were talking it up and signing up, and I, not wanting to miss out, signed myself up. I told myself I didn’t need to worry about it because it was a long way out, and that training wasn’t going to be a concern as I'd ‘have a good base’ after Squamish50. I brushed off any sense of impending doom as the group chat buzzed with discussion of past years’ DNFs and weather-related disasters, and reassured myself that after a 50 miler, a 30k couldn’t be much of a fuss for me.
Turns out, these assumptions were more or less correct and it was wildly fun to run a shorter but very challenging trail race shortly after a longer and very challenging trail race.
Conditions for race day were pretty much as perfect as possible - no rain, a bit of sunshine on a course with heavy tree cover, but not so dry that things were sandy and slippery. While some might have argued it was a bit warm, the course is so forested that it was hardly noticeable to me. The race swag was also top-tier, with snazzy running hats and stickers. The real treat, however, was the course - one of the most thrilling I’ve encountered in my short time here in BC. Much like Squamish, singletrack MTB paths were the stars of the show, and the routine of uphill grinds and flowy descents was one I found comfortingly familiar, if not any easier for having done a lot of it before. The mental boost of having just done something similar and in much greater volume was incredibly apparent to me, as there was no segment of this event during which I cried or contemplated quitting (progress!).
As the name implies, a lot of upward-going travel is required to complete the Valley Vertikiller. With about one mile of cumulative vert, you’re climbing for a massive chunk of your time on the course. This may seem like a fault rather than a virtue, but for me going in with the expectation that there will always be another climb made the experience much easier to handle mentally (and made it much easier to enjoy the pretty leaves). The first third of the course (roughly 12k to the first aid station) featured plenty of climbing; after a tight starting section, I eventually found myself more or less alone. Naturally, my brain went to its happy place, reciting Replay by Iyaz as I marveled at the crimson and gold leaves around me. The most memorable portion of this chunk was a narrow section with a steep drop-off to the left and views of the surrounding area through the trees. It felt stunning and life-threatening at once; much of that section was not terribly technical, yet I found myself taking it quite slowly out of fear of what might happen to me if I accidentally took a tumble over the side. This is also where the top 20k racers started blowing past me, which I imagine was as irritating to them as it was a little bit terrifying to me. Eventually, the climb resumed and brought me to the first aid station. It was on a bluff with quite a view, making it an enjoyable stop. I met up with a teammate but soon headed back out on the trail for the middle segment.
The middle section of the race is where the black hole of my experience began. I had forgotten to charge my Garmin the night before, and somewhere after about 10 miles, it shut off and left me floating in a liminal space where distance and elevation no longer existed. I was on my own to finish this undertaking. Had I already accepted that the distances in trail races mean next to nothing and that I had no idea what this course really involved? Sure, but having the Garmin ticking away on my wrist at least could ground me, could give me some indication that time had passed and that I had moved since my last glance down at it. In this new, uncharted territory of watchless running, I was truly adrift. Alas, that is a story for another time. I knew I was at least 10 miles in and had done a decent chunk of the climbing for the race by that time. This section included the biggest and baddest climb of the entire climb. It went on forever. It was relentless, unforgiving, and so steep that I thought my already angry Achilles tendon would resign at any moment. I began to lose my naive enjoyment of the pretty leaves and a coherent repetitive song in my head. Finally, the climb ended with no real immediate payoff at all; I had to be satisfied with the mere acceptance that I was no longer clawing my way up what felt like a sheer cliff face and would, in all likelihood, get to run down something at some point to get to the finish line.
I had no idea how long it took me to get to the second aid station, or where it was on the course. The second aid station was a bit more muted in energy and ambiance than the first, but I gladly ate an obnoxious amount of watermelon and filled up on water and Tailwind before trotting off to part three, which I reminded myself was the last section I would have to do before I could be done and never run again.
The first section of part three has been erased from my brain by the sands of time and probably the fact that I had no frame of reference for what was happening in this race, but I do remember reaching a course marshal who told me that I was going to ‘just take Squid Line back down and I’ll see you at the finish’. This statement was only partially correct. I did in fact take Squid Line back down. However, the ‘just’ combined with the fact that I, again, have no concept of distance or the passage of time without something tracking me, made Squid Line feel like a small eternity. But it did more or less lead to the finish line and the section of trail between it and the end was gentle enough that I did not begrudge its description as basically the last thing I would need to do to get out of this forest. The lie was that this lady was not at the finish line.
The benefit of having the name of the trail pointed out to me was that saying the word squid immediately funnels all of my thoughts to SpongeBob. My brain rewarded this with a loop of the jellyfish rave song, which carried me throughout this final ordeal. I did pass several people on this section and the final portion between there and the finish, which mostly made me concerned because you are probably hurting if I managed to catch you in a trail race. The finish line sorta jumps out at you as you get spit out of the woods and under the archway. As if purposely continuing my purgatory, the finish line clock was not running, leaving me in a continued state of mystery. I knew I was not the last of my teammates out there, but I had no clue how far behind the others I was. Alas, my finish time became the least of my concerns after spotting my darling husband sitting in the medic tent with his ankle wrapped up.
While my team placed 5th out of 5, this race was still better than any cross-country meet I’ve run. Post-race we were treated to homemade soup, grilled cheese sandwiches, and pumpkin pie. While that spread is impressive enough on its own, I was thrilled when I discovered that there were vegan options for ALL THREE of these treats. I was a bit disappointed that I had overdosed on Tailwind to the point that I was not in any position to eat pie, but the butternut squash soup was a religious experience.
The real lesson I learned out on the trails that day was that I do need to wear my orthotics. They are not optional for trail running. I do not have them and run in them just for fun because I am a podiatrist, I apparently “actually need these” because my feet “actually kinda misbehave when I’m running and it starts to hurt in additional ways that they don’t need to”. I am the kind of non-compliant patient I shake my head about (but also have proven to myself and hopefully others that good orthotics - not the ones they tried to sell you on a cruise once - are real and not a scam).
There was much debating among my teammates as to whether any of us would do this race again. As tough as the course is and as much as I do not foresee myself ever racing this thing for time, it was such an enjoyable experience and fun challenge that I can’t see myself skipping it next year.
Next up, an expanded musing on the joys and terrors of running into the unknown without your Garmin!
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This is just making me thinking of werewolf John now... hope you don't mind if I just ramble about the lil fic idea I've had rattling around in my brain, hah (also hope you don't mind the length)
So the interesting thing about John getting bit is that it wasn't during a full moon -- the dude was still in human form, he just decided he didn't want to go to jail so he snuck up on the cops while they were distracted, bit John in the shoulder, kicked Jack, and then ran out of the station (I actually made an OC out of this guy lol-)
John then spends the next week angry and working despite the injury, and Jack being v concerned bc John is far more antsy and on edge than normal
So comes the night of the full moon, John stays late at the station and firmly tells Jack to go home when he tries to talk him into leaving - John needs to pick up his kid so he's leaving soon anyway, he just needs to finish this paper work
So cut to Jack's house, where he is infinitely more concerned when someone drops off John's kid bc he didn't come to pick her up
Jack goes back to the station with Judy in tow (John would give him an earful if he just left her unattended) and is unnerved by how it's exactly as he left it, but there's no sounds, nothing. So he looks for John, his concern only rising when he walks into his office and finds it a complete WRECK
It's at this point he hears Judy somewhere else in the station and dammit he let her out of his sight! So now he's running to find her and he finds her and oh, boy-
In front of her is this fuzzy looking thing-- it's not a dog, it's too big for that, but she's petting it like one and it seems docile? Jack quietly calls Judy's name to get her away from it and the thing stands up and makes its way towards him
Jack is reaching for his gun when he realizes how familiar it feels. The tattered blue clothes, the poofy hair, and then Jack sees bandages wrapped around and hanging off the shoulder.
"John?"
This is amazing.
I love how the guy just— really really didn’t wanna go to jail, and bit the fuck outta him. It’s so funny but something probably not too out of the ordinary.
And then John is.. off. More then usual, Jack is used to his grumpy nature- he battles with it on a daily. But this is different. This is new. So he’s more worried, he’s not sure if it’s because of the cult hunts or just.. maybe he’s sick. Jack doesn’t know, but he wants to. He wants to so badly, so that he can help.
When Judy is dropped off, jacks worry probably was doubled and he was immediately into “oh shit, something bad happened” mindset. He doesn’t want to bring Judy because what if it was a criminal situation? But he couldn’t leave her either, so along she came.
But it’s so quiet. So so quiet, it’s wrong. The station is never quiet especially not with the two of them in the building, and so he searches.
His stomach drops when he comes across the wrecked office. It reminds him of when John and him returned to johns home only to find ash. Jack is getting anxious.
Where did Judy go.
He rushes after he hears her voice and just- stops in the doorway, completely stunned. Is that a dog, a bear? Neither. Too canine-like to be a bear, too big for a dog. But it seems friendly towards Judy.. which he is still nervous about this, because he’s not going to let her get hurt.
When it approaches him, however- he’s at a lose of what to do besides get ready to shoot. Until he makes the connections.
Jack takes him back to his house, despite johns protests in the forms of snarling and soft, sore whines.
Judy spends the night petting him and brushing his matted fur, and ultimately ends up falling asleep beside him. John picks her up by the neck of her sweater and Carry’s her to bed like a mother cat to her kitten. John stays in the room to guard her as well.
Jack checks on him…a lot. Is he okay? What happened? He’s trying to understand. John seems cautious of him.
Jack sits a good distance away and lets John come to him. Jack adorns him in gentle rubs in places that seem sore until John is generally calmed down, the next morning, Jack probably asks him too many questions.
But tonight, he just wanted to make sure he was alright. And so he did.
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kim taehyung.     he / him.     cis male.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   elliot   kang   ,   most   likely   listening   to   double   take   by   dhruv   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-five   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -reckless   yet   +loyal   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you’ll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   goodnight   texts   after   one-night   stands   ,   brushing   concerns   off   with   laughter   ,   and   looking   to   the   sky   for   answers   followed   by   toasted   vanilla   and   honey.   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   him   drunkenly   confessing   to   being   the   family’s   illegitimate   child   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   . 
tw - drinking, substance abuse, cheating, pregnancy, depression
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄
name: elliot kang gender: cisgender male birthday: september 23, 1997 ethnicity: korean age: 25 sexuality: bisexual ( alluded to the fact, but hasn’t confirmed to public ) occupation: actor birthplace: manhattan, nyc current residence: manhattan, nyc family: hyunjin kang ( father ) , aeri kang ( mother ) , hana choi ( biological mother ) pets: n / a
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a lot of this is actually his parent’s backstory but is essential for his so pls understand !
born in manhattan a second-gen korean american to two parents  ( kind of ... you’ll see HAHA ) who’s families already were mid-upper class, but worked their asses off to make a bigger name for themselves. high school sweethearts, they met at a performing arts academy, both having a shared love for theatre that brought them closer together.
though they both were equally devoted to their craft, it seemed his dad just had a natural aptitude for acting ?? and met much more success. by the time they graduate his father’s managed to get into juliard, while his mother unfortunately received a rejection letter.
this crushed her, and while she originally went to another college for theatre, her constant failures made her eventually redirect and become an entertainment lawyer. his father, on the other hand, seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.
still in love, however, his parents decided to marry before they both even graduated. they were both family people & wanted to start a family. however, they couldn’t seem to get pregnant no matter how hard they tried.
fast forward to when the two are 25. his father has established himself as a 90′s / 00′s heartthrob ( think johnny depp / leonardo vibes ) and while his mother is successful within her career, she felt a lot of resentment for how she hadn’t been able to live out her dream the same way his husband is. plus, he’s geting a lot of attention from the media as an attracitve figure, which understandably bothered her.
his father ended up liking the attention a litle too much, bc the same year elliot’s mom walks in on her husband sleeping w the maid. it crushes her, and there’s a huge flip out that nearly ends them. but the one thing his mom wanted more than love, was a family. so she makes an ultimatum - she won’t leave if they are able to assume responsibility for the child, and the maid has no part in the child’s life.
and ... boom ! it only took me an entire essay LMFAO but ... that was how elliot came to be. none of this info was revealed to him, of course, as he was raised the proud token child of one of hollywood’s most beloved actors. 
despite his father’s charisma within his job, he was incredibly tough on elliot growing up. he always thought it was just bc he had high expectations for him, but the truth is he hadn’t wanted a kid at the height of his fame but felt it was forced on him.
his mother, while a lot more affectionate, always had a slight ... detatchment if she looked at him too close ? almost like she didn’t want to see him fully, which he always found super weird, but ... well u know why that was.
his entire childhood he was easily sprung into child roles, and smoothly transitioned into older roles in netflix-esque series. he’d been coached to socialize and act easily since he was a kid, but because it came so easy to him he never felt that same spark to act as his parents did, he just felt like he kind of ... had to.
it was only in recent years that he began to love his craft, as he’s started to make his own decisions on what he stars in. he’s been a lot more into psychological thrillers / horror recently, as he’s started to hate feeling like nepotism has such a big play in his career ? so has been trying to branch out as far from the “family brand” as possibl.
recently something v messy happened. he’s always been super close to the family’s long term maid / nanny ( oop ) who cared for him whenever his parent’s left, and she treated him w more affection than anyone else. one day he found pictures in her room of her pregnant , love letters from her father , and little baby clothes which to say the least ... made him VERY suspicious.
after heavily drinking he confronted his father about it but - yikes he was on ig live ?? so everyone saw him have an emotional breakdown about potentially not being the legitimate child of the family and .... to say the least it’s been a messy time for him.
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surprisingly ... kind of quiet. he obviously knows how to put the charm on for cameras / feed into his “ public persona ” , but elliot’s true nature is on the quieter side with those he doesn’t know too well ? he just feels like there's not always have to be something to be said.
feels like he does a bad job at being him OIIIOOJIO. he feels when it comes to his career, he lacks the “go-getter”, cutthroat attitude his father does when it comes to competing w others in the industry. however, because he was treated so coldly as a child most times, he fears he can’t be vulnerable and kind enough in personal relationships even though he seriously wants to be. he can’t catch a break lmfao !!
but he is a little too hard on himself - genuinely, elliot is trying. at times, his priviledge can show, or he can be quick to anger like his dad. but he can own up to his mistakes and is doing everything in his power not to end up like his dad.
can be reckless & self-destructive - he is a deep feeler so when he feels, he acts. quick to turn to substances or a warm body for comfort without thinking too deeply of the consequences, as he often values short-term rewards more than the long-term.
even though he’s known for being well-spoken and sort of a sweet / relatable vibe ( sort of like a tom holland ? ), his recent scandal & reckless behaviors have tainted his name in the media a bit compared to what he’s used to.
hopeless romantic, though he isn’t quick to admit it. he so badly wants to just enjoy single life as an attractive celebrity in his prime , but ... he just can’t. he desires long-term relationships, family, commitment, everything he doesn’t think he’s made out for. he doesn’t want to repeat his family’s mistakes but so badly wants a happy life of his own.
slooowly realizing just how good he has it. the older he gets and the more people he interacts with, he realizes maybe it wasn’t his talent that got him as far as he is. .he’s starting to resent his parents for using money / influence to ensure his success as a kid, and is trying to make up for it by working to get roles by his own right.
... but then again he’s already made a name for himself, and he can’t exactly say that people still won’t be looking to the kang name when considering him for a role.
𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
exes. exes exes exes plsplspls LMAO. he’s just such an emotional lover that i don’t doubt a breakup w him would involve a lot of off / on, drunk calls at 3am, “i still love you” convos, all that. so if u like messy ex plots ?? yuuup he’s the one LMAO.
co !! stars !! he’s been in a lot of romantic but more recently horror / psych thriller movies  so if your muse is an actor i would love some people he works with ! even better if there’s some sort of drama / tension on set ??
on that same note i’m unsure if there’s makeup artists / directors / general workers here but ?? there could also be actor x employee drama !
fwb that he’s lowkey caught feelings for. it’s so likely there’s no doubt in my mind he’d accidentally fuck around and fall in love LMAO !
childhood friends ? could be fellow nepo babies or not, he’s an only child and wasn’t around a ton of kids growing up so i could see this being a sibling -like connection !
in this same vibe , maybe an old friend who sees how he's slowly grown more chaotic / reactive over the last few years and kind of call him out on it ! that " i miss the old you " kind of thing HAHA
pr relationship ?? cliche i know but i’ll eat it up everytime. especially after his messiness as of late, he needs something to distract the headlines !
friends with super good chemistry everyone thinks are dating but rlly ?? they just get along super well and like baiting the media, claim their each other’s ideal types just to stir the pot on twitter HAHA
bad influence ?? elliot's got reckless tendencies on his own but tries hard to conceal them to save face. but maybe someone who's completely spontaneous tries to convince him to go completely off the deep end nd act out ???
so many more potentially pls come to me we can brainstorm ! i’m v chill but also love drama between muses so i’ll take it all &lt;33
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