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ushiwaakas · 1 month

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Heyyy , how’s your day?? I was wondering if you could do ushijima and reader at the gym, reader is new to exercising and doesn’t know how to use equipment so ushijima helps them

hiiiiii !!!!!!!! my day is going good, i hope yours is too!!!!

AND AHHHH THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTEEEE

my first request !!!! i’ll be doing gender neutral reader!!! thank you so much!

☘︎ you’ve known ushijima for a while now, i mean, who doesn’t? being his desk mate, especially, you see him. him doing his schoolwork, him watching volleyball clips, him in general…

☘︎ okay he is a sight HAHA

☘︎ he obviously works out, duh, come on have you seen him???????? ‘cause…YOU'VE HAVE!!!1!1

☘︎ but, anyways, ever since you two worked on a school project together, you’ve been getting closer and closer.

☘︎ as friends of course haha!!!

☘︎ today was like any other day, you come in class, he’s already sat down in his seat, getting whatever he needs ready for class he just has a pencil lmao

☘︎ “good morning !” you said, as you sat down. you gave him a tiny smile, before putting your bag down under your desk.

☘︎ “Good morning. How’s your day?” he turned to look at you,

☘︎ you tell him good, asking about his day as you took out your pencil case. other kids were coming into class. it’s your last class of the day, finally.

☘︎ “Good, thanks. I wanted to ask, my friend, Tendou, usually comes to the gym with me on Fridays, since we have no volleyball practice. But, he’s sick. Would you like to come?”

☘︎…

☘︎ AHHHHHHH

☘︎ you squeaked out a ‘yes’ and it was done. you’re going to the gym with the ushijima wakatoshi.

☘︎ it happened so fast, school ending, you racing home to put on gym clothes, and getting basic necessities. and bam! you’re standing next to him, walking inside. you didn’t know whether to thank god, or to beg him for strength at this moment.

☘︎ ushijima was in some shorts, gym shoes, and a TANK TOP AHHHHH

☘︎ he had toned muscles.

☘︎ “It’s hot out today. Let’s go inside.” he waited for you to walk next to him.

☘︎..it was a little embarrassing, following him around like a lost puppy.

☘︎ at that moment, you realized- you have no clue how to use a gym. you’ve never been to one, or working out in general.

☘︎ yep, you were asking for strength, hope, and forgiveness.

☘︎ “Which machine would you like to use first?” he said, turning to look at you.

☘︎ AH he spoke to you AHHH

☘︎ you were blanking, oh god oh god.

☘︎ “What are you looking to do? High reps at a low weight, or vice versa? Or cardio?”

☘︎ ohgodohgod.

☘︎ “…cardio…?” nice going…

☘︎ he nodded, walking over to the treadmills, cycling machines, and the stair stepper machines.

☘︎ “…would it be okay to say i’ve never stepped foot in a gym before?” just get it out he won’t judge hewon’tjudge.

☘︎ “Of course. I can explain for you, if you’d like, or help you use it.” he spoke, not a hint of annoyance on his face.

☘︎ the giddiness in your body was radiating.

☘︎ you nodded, thanking him, before he stepped onto the treadmill. you followed, going on the one next to him.

☘︎ there were a ton of buttons. you looked over to him, giving him a look that said ‘please help’.

��︎ he quickly came to your rescue, turning to look right at you.

☘︎ “Treadmills help with cardio. Most have similar settings, and some may have controls to monitor your heart rate. Press this button here to turn it on, and I can help you set the speed. You can go at whatever pace you’d like.”

☘︎ back to thanking god.

☘︎ you smiled at him, as he leaned over to turn on the treadmill. it was at a low walking pace. he went back to his own treadmill, and he turned his on. he began to press the buttons.

☘︎ HE TURNED HIS UP TO A 12???

☘︎…he put you at a 3.

☘︎ you looked over to him. he had perfect posture, perfect form, and he looked really good.

☘︎ you slowly put yours up at a light jog, the corner of your eye looking at him.

☘︎ HE WAS ALREADY LOOKING AT YOU AHHHHHH

☘︎ “Are you okay?” he said, not even breaking a sweat.

☘︎ taken aback, you quickly nodded, smiling at him. he turned and went to look straight ahead.

☘︎ you stopped after a little while- and you were so embarrassed.

☘︎ you were hot, sweating, hands-on-hips-position, and drinking your water.

☘︎ he was not phased.

☘︎ “We can work on the kettlebells if you’re alright with that. I can help you again. Form is especially important.”

☘︎ hehehehehehehe he’s going to help with your fooooormmmmmm!!!!!

☘︎ he led you over to the kettlebells, and got out a 5 pound. he took two 25 pounds for him…

☘︎ “Let’s start easy. Form is important, so let’s start with swings. Swing the kettlebell between your legs, and make sure to tighten your midsection. Once the kettlebell reaches hip height, squeeze your glutes and extend your arms to the ceiling.”

☘︎ yeah that went in one ear and out the other… his voice was so deep.

☘︎ he saw your puzzled expression, “I can help straighten your back as you do so, guiding you through it, if that’s okay.”

☘︎ YESYES THATS OKAY.

☘︎ “of course, thank you!” you smiled.

☘︎ he came over, and handed you a 5 pound weight. he stood behind you, close.

☘︎ “Can I put my hands on your back?”

☘︎ as he got a quick answer, he did so, his left hand on your back, and the other on your shoulder, straightening your back.

☘︎ “Okay. Go ahead.”

☘︎ he led you through it, helping you with tips as he still had his hands on you. after a couple reps, you put the kettlebell down, before looking at him.

☘︎ he still had his hands on you

☘︎ “I apologize.” ushijima quietly said, as he took his hands off.

☘︎ he bit his cheek, and looked away for a moment, before looking back at you.

☘︎ “Would you like to learn how to spot someone?”

☘︎ he seemed at ease, a more happier expression, if you really looked

☘︎ this was going to be a long day, but you wouldn’t want to be with any other person besides him.

AHHHHHH OKAYOKAY i really hope this is good! i’ve never written any headcanons, drabbles, onceshots, etc before, so i hope this is good! i didn’t want this to be too long,…i might’ve overdid it a bit….sorry!!!!!

in the future, i want to get more of the character’s expressions and how they feel, compared the reader! i would love to work on that!

also i love ushijima so much i really hope i portrayed him well! he’s a little difficult to write for, but ill get the hang of it!

i hope everyone likes this, and thank you @jellysupremacy for the request! i hope you like it!!! i had a good time writing it!!!! 💗💗💗💐💐

i wrote like crazy i think i did it in an hour this was so fun

#ushijima x reader #ushjima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi headcannons #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima fluff #haikyuu writing #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #iloveushiwaka #ushiwaakas

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battorlstuff · 1 year

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Philiph

Story Idea - Lovals (training )

David called me a few days ago, he told me about his situation and I decided to help him, I couldn't resist the money either.

All I had to do was ruin the body and appearance of a stud that lived in his building so I hit the road. When I saw him, I immediately knew why David was so jealous of the guy.

I did what he ask me, the 10 thousand dollars would be worth it. I sent an email and left advertising outside the department, private classes, I made him believe that he had won a one-year subscription to the program and would have free private sessions for all that time.

"Hey you must be Philip"

We greeted each other, his smile was charming and his delicate but manly face got me.

"It will be great to have the gym so close, I usually go to GYMgreeks about 30 minutes from the building."

"Oh I'm glad to hear your enthusiasm, now let's start I have another class in a few hours" that was not true but I had to avoid any suspicion.

I made him take off his shirt and gosh the guy was hot. His body was a wonder to behold his shoulders were big but not too big and he kept his triceps nicely defined, his biceps were the best part of his arms he worked them pretty hard and well and the training was noticeable, they were big, but not exaggerated, always maintaining the perfect proportion, the veins bulged along his arms and his triceps stood out without even flexing them. His neck showed prominent veins and was thick leading to a prominent clavicle and a strong, jutting chest due to a toned pair of pecs which sat on top of a well-defined six pack, every muscle showing years of hard work, Philip didn't even have to pose or try to flex their abs to show them off.

The rest of his muscles weren't far behind, his broad back ended in a framed waist and a well defined lower back, it was impossible not to admire those incredible obliques that were joined below with his magnificent deltoids.

His legs were just lovely, his round, firm ass joined to a pair of muscular thighs. His legs were long and his calves were thick making him a perfect specimen with great condition and an excellent build for any athlete.

Damn what a shame, I have to ruin that beautiful body.

"Very good I see that you are in good shape but you could use to gain... a little muscle don't you think?"

"I don't know, I've never liked being that big," said Philip doubtfully, I would have to convince him.

"Don't you think your girl would like to see you more muscular" I squeezed his biceps and it spectacular, I had a great body myself but this guy was hot.

"Hmm I don't really have a girl" this would be so easy.

"Oh, come on someone like you must have many girls drooling over, any suitor?"

"Look at those abs! tell me that the girls in the building don't like to see you shirtless" I said feeling the beautiful and marked six pack, Philip just smiled stupidly it was clear how proud he was of his body and his good looks, bingo, it was done .

"Oh well there's a girl, Camille lives in the building, but she's not in town, she went on exchange a couple of weeks ago and won't be back until the end of this year."

"Then let's surprise her, you'll look better than ever when she comes back, it'll be a <huge> surprise."

The boy did his normal training, he was really in good condition, I told him I would make some changes and I stopped him before he left.

"This supplement is the best of the best, a shake after each meal even at night if you do want to increase muscle."

"Sure, and as for the exercises, what will my routine be?"

"Don't worry, when you come tomorrow I'll have everything ready."

First week (175 lbs)

Philip actually felt his muscles grow, he was more robust and his biceps increased in size. The muscle mass was actually the beginning of his new body, the fat from the shakes began to accumulate in his muscles, deteriorating them.

Second week (179lbs)

Philiph had started to lose definition, mainly in his abs, his arms looked spectacular but Andrew knew that Philip's muscles were already accumulating fat and soon they wouldn't look like this. In addition, his vision became blurred, it was strange, he felt scarred and weaker, even his appetite increased.

Third week (183 lbs)

He thought he was getting stronger lifting the weights more easily, little did he know that Andrew had planned everything well, actually Philip was decreasing the weight he was carrying no matter the size of the discs or the number written on the dumbbells, Andrew had in charge of everything The shake contained a drug that would make Philip tired quickly and keep him in a sleepy state so that he wouldn't notice the change in his body for a few months, when it would be too late to do anything about it.

First month (225 lbs)

For Andrew it became an easy task, it was rather erotic seeing the handsome jock go to the pot and turn into a pig ruining his perfect body. While Philip worked out, Andrew watched with satisfaction at the flab on the pretty boy's body, his previously firm and formidable pecs bouncing with every movement, where his six pack used to be just a flaccid roll of fat hung. Meanwhile Philip noticed that every time he looked in the mirror his vision was blurry, he felt heavy but he couldn't understand the number on the scale, maybe he was just more muscular, that should be it.

Second month (255 lbs)

The supplement had certainly done its job, Philip had lost all muscle tone now it was time to make him grow, the supplement would give him a voracious appetite, and David would take it upon himself to sabotage the pretty boy's diet, also at the end of the "treatment "Philip's metabolism would be so slow that he would never be able to lose the accumulated weight.

Those days David wanted to join in and fuck his rival a bit, so I gave Philip an "energy drink" full of the drug, he was so confused that he didn't notice that David was the one giving him the instructions.

Philip was really losing condition, running out of breath after a few minutes.

Three months later (290lbs)

Philip's pecs had already turned into moobs hanging over his new belly and Philip seemed unaware he was still drinking the shakes. Andrew suggested four jugs of the supplement per day, Philip obeyed his trainer without question.

In the mornings he was too hungry, he showered and dressed but never knew what he looked like, it was as if every time Philip tried to see his body or how much he weighed, his vision would blur and he would start to feel tired and sleepy, the only clue about his appearance were comments and compliments from Andrew about how strong he looked, he said he had never seen progress equal to his.

Andrew trained David after Philip's session ended, so he could see his rival's progress as he worked on improving his own physique while Philip's body was being ruined.

Seven months later (340 lbs)

Philip could no longer lift any weight weeks ago he struggled and almost passed out from the effort trying to lift dumbbells. There was nothing left, not a trace of the handsome and athletic stud he once was.

"Wow, I've progressed, but how many pounds have you put on this Andrew?" Philip asked naively still thinking that he was the same sexy guy who arrived seven months ago.

The handsome trainer just smiled, it was obvious that Philip was still affected by the supplement, he seemed more confused and clumsy than in the previous months.

Second week of the ninth month (410 lbs)

Finally, Philip woke up from the dream, that morning before going to the gym, he decided to try one more time to see himself in front of the mirror but this time he could see clearly.

Every trace of muscle he had left was gone. His abs had disappeared under a huge layer of fat, he could see nothing but rolls and rolls of fat around him, the huge belly hanging down. His belly rested on his thighs like a pale gelatinous mass, it was also covered in red stretch marks. that covered his round navel. He tempted his fingers over the gelatinous mass horrified to see what his enviable abs had become.

Philip watched in horror as his stomach lurched. He wanted to cry and scream, but then he looked at his thighs. They seemed bigger and softer, so much so that they clung together in huge fatty folds making his long legs look short.

His arms, the bulging veins and defined muscles that were his pride, were just pure fat, his biceps were gone and where his muscles used to be, the skin hung like misshapen folds that hung from being too flaccid to meet his lats well. , joining the part where their bibs used to be.

His big pectoral muscles were ruined, they were nothing more than oversized and greasy tits, they hung like two flaccid bags that were only supported by his flabby belly which was so big that it kept the new moobs of the once hot stud in place.

Desperately, Philip reached for the scale and climbed up, the little machine creaking and breaking under his weight, the dial marking random numbers until it went blank. Then, with a fluttering heart, he ran out of the apartment.

Before leaving he saw a note, he had been fired, hadn't been to the office in months, didn't even remember getting any calls, but no job, how come the rent was paid? Food? The cupboards were full, well maybe Andrew could help him.

He arrived at the entrance of the gym without a shirt showing his obese body covered in sweat, he was panting and his face was red from the effort and embarrassment. He had a run in with David on the stairs, it was humiliating, seeing how David made fun of him and Andrew was David's friend? Philip had to get answers. As he could and ashamed of his new body Philip put on his shirt having difficulty doing so.

Upon entering the gym Andrew was ready, preparing a shake in different jars, he only stopped when Philip came snorting.

"Sit down chubby, I think we should talk."

#male weight gain fantasy #weight gain story #gaining fiction #gaining weight #ex jock #you getting fat #you got fat #get fat #Lovals

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terresdebrume · 3 months

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Not gonna derail the post that prompted this bc it's about a specific person dying but also anyone that tells you bigotry is going to die with old people is either naive or lying

Yesterday I snapped at my year 8 students because I heard one too many "You're so gay 🤢" comments and I was just like 'You guys know I'm gay, how do you think it makes me feel? How do you think it'll make your gay friends feel?" The fact that I can even say it and not be worried about consequences is a privilege.

A couple weeks ago, I was rearranging the stickers I use to mark which nursery students are present/absent, and as I dealt with one of the two black kids' pictures my student Am., 6 years old, just spontaneously informed me that she did not like black people. I asked if it meant she didn't like the twins because they're black and she said yes. I had a talk with her and went around the reception & nursery teachers to let them know what happened to keep an eye out for the twins, but still. Fucking six.

And then two weeks ago, we were doing an exercise with my y7 where they asked each other about their respective families:

Si., not black: what's your father's name?

Now, I immediately scolded Si., because it wasn't the first time we'd had to have a conversation about how this class treats So. (the boys who get called out often used to automatically go 'So. also makes noise!' every time and at some point I called out the pattern) which has done her real harm already since a bunch of teachers told me she was overreacting and oversensitive, but honestly, since I got the boys to cut the shit out, she's been a lot calmer and relaxed in my class.

So., black: [answers]

Si.: I didn't think you had one.

And the irony is that Si. also suffers from general bigotry bc I'm fairly sure that he has ADHD and the fact that he is incapable of staying calm/quiet makes his life very difficult with his class, but apparently his parents refuse to consider it as a possibility.

Bigotry is not dead. Bigotry will not die, or at least not of old age. Parents teach it to their kids. Parents are doing it to their kids, which is a more insidious way of teaching it. Don't believe anyone who tells you the kids are gonna fix the world without any help or input from us.

#Matt has a life #Shit from work #Matt teaches French #Shit my students say #This one is not a happy one sorry but not sorry

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vincess-princess · 7 months

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in darkness shall you be reborn

Chapter 14.

Word count: 3090 Warnings: some manhandling on Nikki's part A/N: this is just as unexpected to me as it is to you. i just had nothing to do in class lol

“Damn it,” Tommy laughed hoarsely, his chest trembling. “I swear I could have got you this time.”

“You couldn’t, but it was a praiseworthy try.” Nikki sheathed his rapier, stretched out his hand and helped Tommy up. Vince caught a grimace of pain flashing across the first mate’s face. The masterful, almost effortless disarming must have been less pleasant to experience than watch. Although Tommy should be thankful to get out of this death match practically unscathed.

“See?” Mick said. “All ended well. There was no need to annoy me about it. And don’t look at me all pissed. You needed to hear that, and better from me than from Nikki.”

Vince wanted to tell him a lot of things, the majority of which would definitely lose him whatever amiability Mick still harbored towards him. A few more seconds, and it would surely spill. And if there was anything Vince had learned on the “Shout”, it was that letting out emotions only made matters worse. Every time, without fail.

So he said nothing - only glared at Mick and stormed off to the galley. His fists itched to punch something; Mick himself was off limits, but his pillow seemed like a good alternative. Vince had a lot of other, more creative ideas, but even his mind clouded with anger understood the harm that would be done wouldn’t be worth the harm Vince would get inflicted upon himself in return.

He was halfway there when a hand landed on his shoulder. Vince couldn’t help but flinch. Did Nikki notice his presence, after all?

”Hey, blondie, hold your horses!” No, that wasn’t Nikki. Vince turned around and met eyes with Slash. He was the closest to them when Vince was so carelessly criticizing Nikki’s skill. Mick’s warning immediately came to mind; his stomach sank. Did Slash hear their conversation? What was he going to do about it?

“What?” Vince asked sharply. Too sharply, apparently, because Slash was clearly taken aback.

“Wow, why are you so pissed? I ain’t done you no wrong.”

Yet, Vince wanted to add, but held it back. He still didn’t know what Slash wanted.

“Don’t call me that,” he said in a softer tone.

“Well, I still don’t know your name,” Slash shrugged. “Gotta get by somehow.”

“It’s Vince. Now you no longer have that excuse.”

“Really?” Slash raised his eyebrow. “I expected something posher.”

“It’s a very simple version of my actual name,” Vince said dryly. “That’s all you’re getting. I’m not giving you any more reasons to mock me.”

“Man, you really taking that to heart?” Slash seemed genuinely surprised. How could someone not take that to heart? “C’mon, we were just messing around. We do that a lot - it gets boring here.” He patted Vince on the shoulder condescendingly. “Vince it be then. You know, I’ve overheard you and Mick chatting-“

“I was just joking around,” Vince interrupted him, his heart beginning to race. “Didn’t mean anything by that.”

“Really?” Slash’s face dropped. “Damn, and I was thinking you were onto something there. I practice the way the captain tells me to but I ain’t getting nowhere. And he always says I ain’t trying hard enough. But if you just made it all up…”

Vince couldn’t believe his ears. Was Slash actually… taking him seriously? After all Nikki did to crush any semblance of respect the crew could still have towards him?

“You know, every joke has a grain of truth in it,” he said hastily. “It won’t hurt to try, anyway.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Slash nodded. “You got any specific suggestions? Some moves I could try, maybe?”

“Uh,” Vince recalled his training sessions. Back then he was irritated that a significant part of them was dedicated to solitary practice and exercise, bemoaning that it took time away from actual sparring, but the pirates had just demonstrated how the lack of the former inherently undermined the latter. He scrambled to bring to his memory the exercises his teacher made him do. A few seemed helpful for Slash’s problem. “I think so. You’ve got good reaction and speed to match, but your precision and distance perception lack. You should practice on your own first so you can pay very close attention to muscle movements-“

“Really? How’s that gonna be helpful?” Slash wrinkled his nose skeptically. “What’s the point of just waving the sword around? I ain’t gonna fight a spirit.”

“It ain’t, I mean isn’t, just waving it around,” Vince began explaining patiently. “You’ve got to build your muscle memory before sparring. What’s the point of it if you don’t know what to do? You should become familiar with your body first, how fast it can move, how strongly it can strike, how long it can hold on in a fight. When you don’t know your own limitations, you turn them into weaknesses, which the enemy can – and will – exploit. You don’t need to get rid of them completely – I doubt it’s even possible – but you can plan your strategy around them.”

“The guys are gonna think I drank too much rum fighting air.”

“Are you so afraid of looking stupid you’d rather get gutted in a real fight?” Vince bristled. “I’m not forcing you to do it. It’s you who came to me for advice. If you don’t like it, you can fuck right off.”

To his surprise, Slash grinned wide, baring an unexpectedly complete collection of white teeth.

“Huh, you’re adapting quick. Fine, fine, I guess I gotta try it out. What do I do?”

“There are a couple moves you can start with. Basic ones. I’ll show you.” Vince walked to the stack of wooden swords in a sack, pulled one out and gave it a test swing. The handle, polished by countless hands to the point of shining, spun readily in his palm. The prop was just a little bit lighter than a real weapon, and the familiar heaviness of a blade in his hand pricked his heart with wistfulness. He shook it off.

“Alright, here’s what you can do…” Vince replicated the first exercise to the best of his ability, surprised to find that the familiar muscle strain it provoked was quite enjoyable. It did disturb his healing shoulder, but the pain wasn’t serious enough to put his arm out of action. Slash watched attentively, then picked up another sword and tried to copy him.

“Not bad.” Vince adjusted his elbows. “Now do the swing. Yes, it’s hard to control both your arms and footwork at the same time. That’s the point. When it stops being hard and starts feeling like second nature, you can try the next one. Look here.”

He assumed the position again and swung his arm back. Suddenly Slash’s gaze shifted on something behind him, his eyes widening, and the next second pain exploded in Vince’s wrist as it was twisted viciously, the wooden sword hitting the deck with a bang. Vince couldn’t hold back a cry of pain when his arm was locked into a painful hammerlock, forcing him to bend forward.

“Slash, you are on nightguard for the next week.” Nikki’s voice was simmering with barely contained rage. “And if I ever see you, or anyone else, let the slave touch the weapons – real, wooden, doesn’t matter – they won’t get away with it as easily. Is that clear?”

“But captain, you never said-“ Slash began.

“Do I have to tell you not to piss in the water barrels too? Because that’s just as obvious. As the first warning, you’re only getting a week. Keep bitching, and that’ll turn into a month. Was that clear?”

Slash’s eyes sparked with indignation from underneath his hair, lips parted as if he was on a verge of snapping back, and Vince waited with bated breath for him to do it, to point out how unfair Nikki was. As if reading his mind, Nikki pressed harder on Vince’s wrist, making him drop his head and gasp in pain, and that tipped the scales.

“Yes, captain,” Slash said through gritted teeth. “It won’t happen again.”

“Very well.” Nikki slightly eased the pressure but didn’t let Vince go. Looked like only crewmates were getting off this easy, Vince realized with dismay as Nikki pushed him in the direction of his cabin. If he wanted to just beat him, he would do it right there and then.

“Don’t be too hard on him, captain,” Slash said suddenly. “I asked him for it.”

“And he knew there would be consequences to doing it. I’ll handle him as I see fit, Slash. You get down to work.” Nikki sped up, dragging Vince with him. Vince caught a glimpse of Slash behind them, his expression helpless.

When they reached the cabin, Nikki threw open the door and pushed Vince inside with such force he landed on his knees and skidded forward on them at least half a foot, shredding the fabric on his knees and scraping off the top layer of skin. Amid the sharp pain came a bang of a door slammed shut, and then a hand grabbed his hair and pulled it up violently, and a new pain drowned out the other, fogged up his vision. He grasped at the hand in his hair, fruitlessly trying to unclench the fingers, but no scratching and pulling could weaken Nikki’s iron grip.

His cheek felt the coolness of the wood of the cabin wall, but not for long – Nikki gripped his shoulder and turned him around, his face now mere inches away, and it was so disfigured with the pure, uncontained rage Vince shuddered.

“Who do you think you are?” he hissed, fingers digging into Vince’s shoulder, making him wince in pain – because, of course, Nikki chose the wounded one. “Who the hell do you think you are, you little piece of shit?”

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Vince tried to protest, but was promptly silences with a slap on the face so powerful his vision went white for a second, his hair falling onto his face. After a second’s lag the skin there began to burn. He didn’t get any more time to recover, as Nikki once again pulled his hair to bring Vince’s face close to his. If the captain went on with that, a thought flashed past, Vince would soon have no hair left. “You never said I couldn’t touch the weapons!”

“I was pretty explicit you weren’t welcome at the training, weren’t I?” Nikki’s pupils were so dilated they covered almost his whole irises, giving his eyes a sinister look. “You came anyway. Don’t act so surprised now.”

The pain in Vince’s shoulder grew stronger; he could feel hot blood starting to pool under the bandage. He semi-consciously reached for Nikki’s hand, but his wrist was caught halfway and pinned to the wall above his head. Immobilized this way, with Nikki’s knee between his thighs, Vince was completely defenseless.

Nikki leaned closer, his hot breath brushing Vince’s face. “If I ever see you touch – no, even look in a direction of a weapon, any weapon, I will break your fucking fingers. One by one, on both hands. You don’t need them to serve your real purpose anyway. Is that clear now? Am I being convincing enough?”

He was damn convincing, that was for sure. The icy fear coiling in Vince’s guts almost completely put out the burning flame of indignation at the injustice. But he still wanted to know how Nikki would explain that. Surely such a strong reaction didn’t come from just the fear of being criticized. Or, if it did, Nikki’s authority on the ship was much more fragile than it initially seemed.

“But why? I can’t really hurt you - any of you - and you know it!”

Nikki tilted his head, looking at him silently. His expression shifted ever so slightly, sending another array of goosebumps down Vince’s back, but for a different reason now. The anger was still there, but it… calcified, lost its dynamics. Vince recalled a time he felt the same uneasiness – when looking at a death mask of his late uncle. Only Nikki wasn’t dead, and there had to be something underneath it.

Finally, he spoke.

“Yes, you can’t really hurt us, not by a long shot.” His voice was the same unnatural kind of menacing as his face. “You’re not equal to us in any respect either, though. The crew, especially Mick, are being lenient to you in that – you eat with them, you talk to them, you might even joke around a bit – but you’re not one of them and never will be. All of them earned their place here, be that their skill, bravery, intelligence or hardness. You, on the other hand,” Nikki released Vince’s shoulder only to hook his finger under the collar and pull on it, “you have none of that. You’re a whiny, spoiled, ungrateful brat. You’re only good for one thing, and that is what you’re going to do while on the Shout, whether you want it or not. You seem to forget what it is. Do you want me to remind you?”

“No,” Vince murmured, already knowing that his answer would not change anything.

“See,” Nikki pulled harder on the collar, and now their faces almost touched, “you’re doing that again. Shirking, slacking off. Counting on preferential treatment that you’ve been getting your whole life. I have bad news for you: here you have to earn every little bit of food you’re getting, every sip of beer you’re drinking. And do you know how are you gonna do that?” Nikki smiled an unnatural, toothy smile. “By spreading your legs in front of me and anyone who I give my permission to use you. By doing what I tell you to, whenever and wherever I want. By being a good, obedient, docile little whore. And a whore doesn’t need a weapon. Did I answer your question?”

Blood flushed to Vince’s cheeks; his throat closed up. Not that he didn’t know any of that, but he was still clinging to Nikki’s vague promise of rising in the ranks if Vince proved himself worthy even without realizing that, even knowing it was never going to happen. This was it, though; this was the last straw. There was nothing for Vince in the future, just more pain and humiliation, as if what he already had got was not enough.

Another slap, this time unexpected, again blinded him. What was that for, to drive the lesson home?

“I don’t tolerate when my questions are ignored,” Nikki explained when he caught Vince’s confused gaze. “Once again. Did I answer your question?”

Never before had a nod seemed this challenging. As Vince tilted his head forward, his tongue tasted metallic.

“Good.” Nikki finally released him and stepped back. Vince’s knees were so weak he could barely stand and had to lean onto the wall for a moment. This surely wasn’t the end of it, he thought, watching Nikki warily. There had to be more coming, something that would warrant dragging him to the cabin when all the things so far said and done to him would be much easier and more effective to do outside, in front of the whole crew. Nikki was just messing with him, giving him an inkling of hope only to later step on it. And he still hadn’t demanded Vince follow up on his promise.

But seconds passed, and Nikki wasn’t making the next move. What’s more, he didn’t even pay any more attention to Vince, lighting up a cigarette and settling in his chair with his back turned to him instead. But he didn’t give him a permission to leave either, and after what just happened Vince wouldn’t hurry to treat a lack of explicit prohibition as one.

Things were getting really awkward, and Nikki didn’t seem to care one bit. Vince began to slowly move along the wall in the direction of the door. No response from the captain.

Oh, damn this motherfucker. “Sir?” Vince called, his voice trembling. “Can I go?”

Nikki turned his head slowly and looked Vince over from head to toe. Vince couldn’t handle the smug look on his face, so he looked above his shoulder instead.

“Huh, you’re learning.” He let out a cloud of smoke. “Yes, you can.”

Vince took solace in slamming the door of the cabin behind him so hard the whole ship seemed to vibrate at the impact. That was probably the reason why all the pirates followed him with their gazes while he was hurrying across the deck to the hatch that led to the galley, but he still couldn’t shake off the feeling of filth smeared all over his body, invisible to him but clear to everyone else. At one point he caught a glimpse of Slash’s mane in the corner of his eye, but didn’t even turn his head.

Vince wanted to slam the door to the galley behind himself as well, but at the last moment chickened out and softened the push. Still, the sound was louder than usual, prompting Mick, who was chopping something up on the kitchen counter, to turn around.

“Oh,” he said, looking Vince over. “Lemme guess: you did what I explicitly told you not to do?”

“Shut up,” Vince grumbled, pushing past him and plopping down onto his blanket.

“You did,” Mick concluded with a sigh. “You should probably drop by Izzy’s place.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Vince rolled over to face the wall and pulled a blanket over himself. His knees burned like they’ve been sanded off, the shoulder wound throbbed under the wet bandage and the ringing of slaps in the face still echoed in his ears, but overall it could be much worse. He wasn’t going to come crying to the surgeon with every scratch.

“I see.” Mick’s voice hardened. “Well, I’ve got bad news for you: you will do what I tell you to-“

Vince flinched, his tongue again tasting blood.

“-because I’m your boss down here. Now, if you don’t need a doctor, you’re good enough to get your ass up and peel those potatoes. C’mon, c’mon.”

The tapping of the knife on the cutting board resumed. Vince sat up, slowly unwrapped the blanket, picked up the knife sent in his direction and settled at the counter without a word.

It was a good thing he had to stand with his back towards Mick when working. The cook still saw later how badly the potatoes were peeled, though.

#motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #vinikki #in darkness shall you be reborn #motley crue fanfiction #btw i got hired by my workplace where i worked as an intern :)#im now a junior editor in a publishing house :)#always wanted to work with books. and now i even do it for money #and it sadly means i will have less free time #so idk how writing is gonna go

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coco-loco-nut · 2 years

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The Captain’s Daughter (2)

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader/OC

Warnings: Angst maybe, sibling fluff, sadness, a lot of sadness

Summary: Maverick adopted Goose and Carole’s daughter, she’s one hell of a pilot, and Bob is smitten

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | alternate ending | part 4

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..."Get ready, it's a long story," She sighs, sipping her drink.

"I'm always ready," Bob smiles, lightening the mood a little.

"My dad, Nick Bradshaw -callsign Goose- was Maverick's RIO which is now WSO. They flew in the same class as Admiral Kazansky. In an exercise, Uncle Tom -Iceman- and Mav, were competing, trying to get the missile lock on a MiG. Uncle Tom was trying to best Mav but when he couldn't get the shot, he pulled away. Mav flew into Tom's jet wash which forced him and Dad to eject. Dad was caught by a piece of the jet and he didn't make it. Mav's blamed himself since and so has Uncle Tom," She takes a deep breath, looking up at the sky. "Mom was pregnant with me at the time, though she didn't find out till a month later. Bradley was four. My mom died in childbirth, so I never knew my actual parents. Mav adopted me but only took guardianship of Bradley. A woman named Charlie helped Mav out for a bit at first, but Penny and Sarah, Uncle Tom's wife, raise us while Mav was on missions. Otherwise, we grew up on base. Uncle Tom taught us how to fly, even Cyclone helped a little, as much as he hates Mav. Jake and I were good friends, we fed off each other's arrogance, even if I was more humble. Now he's done damage that won't be easy to fix."

Nicole pauses again before continuing. "I wouldn't have gotten upset if I weren't already upset. I've been off since I won the first exercise. I can't seem to get a handle on the mission and I just found out that Uncle Tom's throat cancer is back and worse, Mav and Rooster don't know yet and I shouldn't have shared that. But, I don't want to lose him. He was Mav's wingman and my mentor. I don't want to attend a funeral while I'm here. So yeah, I guess Jake just pressed a nerve that was already hurt," Nicole finishes, letting the information sink into Bob.

"I'm so sorry Gatsby. That is a lot. I can see what Mav is like now, I can't even imagine what he was like over twenty years ago. Thanks for sharing that with me, unlike Bagman, I won't spill your family secrets. Admiral Kazansky was really your Uncle and Mav's wingman?" Bob slightly changes the topic, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh yeah. When we get back, I can show you all the pictures. I can even break into Uncle Tom's office on base and show you some embarrassing childhood pics," Nicole cheers up a little. The two down their drinks and head back. Phoenix misses her WSO but her bet with Payback and Fritz might be paying off.

After showing the large picture of Iceman and Maverick hanging up, she gives a little picture tour and pulls out a key to the office labeled 'Admiral Tom Kazansky, Commander of the U.S. Pacific Fleet.' Bob wonders how she got it but doesn't ask.

"This is a picture of Bradley and me with Uncle Ice when we stayed with him and Sarah after Dad got in trouble and deployed," Nicole hands a frame to Bob. As he holds it, he notices half-packed boxes around the office. "Sarah gave me the key to start packing up in here. Uncle Tom works mostly from home anyway so I offered to bring his stuff home," Nicole smiles sadly as she picks up a family photo. It was Tom and Sarah with their kids -both now live on the east coast- alongside Mav with Gatsby and Rooster.

A week later Nicole is standing beside Sarah and Bradley in her dress uniform. Katie and Ron, Tom's children, were on the other side of Sarah. Nicole catches Bob's gaze in the middle of the service, he can tell she is holding back the tears even if some had already fallen. Penny was on the opposite side of Bradley, supporting her friends and Pete as he stood at the casket. For every shot, a tear rolled down her cheek. Bradley held Nicole's hand tightly, hurting just as much.

Maverick couldn't cry, Captain's don't cry. When he pounded his wings into the casket, it was his final farewell to his wingman. Tom would forever be the better pilot. He always was. As the funeral ended, the Mitchells and Kazanskys hugged each other and made future dinner plans. Katie and Ron were leaving soon and wanted to catch up with Bradley and Nicole. Bob and Hangman found their way to Nicole soon after. Each of them greeted her with a hug. They were the only two who truly knew how close both she and Rooster were to the Admiral. The rest of the 12 didn't pry, leaving them to mourn in peace.

"I'm sorry, Gatsby. I know how much he meant to you," Bob wipes her tears from her cheeks.

"I suppose I knew, but I wasn't ready. He's the first parental figure that I knew before losing," She says. Bob hugs her again before letting her rejoin Rooster in the procession out. She wrote Slider a letter offering her condolences for losing a partner an mailed it as soon as Uncle Tom has died. Gatsby has flown solo for a while, but she has seen the pain of losing a WSO or pilot. While she wasn't close with Slider, he had a recurring presence during her childhood.

A couple of days later, she decides to throw a party at her place for the core 8 as she's nicknamed the group. Rooster was the only one who didn't accept the invite, citing the timeline increase. Fanboy, Payback, Coyote, Hangman, Phoenix and Bob all arrive with different drinks in hand. The theme was an alcoholic potluck. It sounded fun. Half an hour later, everyone is starting to enjoy themselves and Phoenix and Hangman are flirting.

"I can't believe Mav would just hijack the course like that," Coyote says, looking at Gatsby who just shrugs. Rooster told her that Mav was permanently grounded after the funeral.

"My father isn't much of a rule follower," she snorts and throws back a shot. Bob, not being much of a drinker and the assigned DD, adds that to his tab on her. He is worried that she is trying to drown her sadness even if she wanted to bond with everyone. Payback hooks up to a speaker and starts playing music. When Nicole is completely trashed, she sits beside Bob, leaning into him. He awkwardly wraps an arm around her shoulders, not sure what to do. The group decided to share funny stories from different missions. Everyone passes out on the floor, except for Hangman who stumbles to the guest room to claim it. No one finds the second guest room. Bob finds blankets and pillows in a storage closet from Nicole's drunk directions and passes them out before turning everything off and carrying Nicole upstairs.

"Bobby, stay," Nicole slurs, pulling shorts and a ratty shirt out. She also grabs a set of what must be Mavs or Roosters old shorts and shirts, handing them to Bob. Bob awkwardly takes them as Nicole starts to strip. He blushes and quickly turns around. "Don't worry, I'll look the other way," Nicole tells Bob who doesn't turn around but takes her word and undresses. She admires his ass before quickly turning around as to not get caught.

"Alright to bed," Bob walks over to her, pulling up the sheets.

"Only if you sleep here too," Nicole says, to which Bob agrees. He plans on sneaking out of the bed as soon as she falls asleep. "Yay!" Nicole kisses Bob who after a second kisses back. As soon as Nicole tries to go further, he stops her.

"Gatsby, you're drunk. Another time," he promises and she cuddles into him. Bob internally sighs, hoping he didn't ruin their friendship.

When Nicole wakes up, she only vaguely remembers the previous nights events. She realizes that she is cuddling someone, being the big spoon to be more specific. Bob. She remembers kissing him, he must've fell asleep. A quick glance at her clock tells her that it's an hour before everyone needs to be up for today's brief. Nicole untangles herself, heading for the shower. After a quick, cold, shower, she puts on her uniform and heads to the kitchen. She doesn't worry about waking Bob up since her alarm is set.

"Morning," Rooster is leaning against the counter, a coffee in hand.

"What? You weren't even here last night," Nicole steals his coffee, taking a few sips.

"Yeah, when no one returned, I set an early alarm and came over to clean a little and help with breakfast," Rooster motions to the cleaner kitchen and groceries on the counter.

"I can't wait for you and Dad to move in," Mav bought this house after he realized that he wasn't going to be getting another assignment after this mission. He takes over after her rental contract expires. He wants to be close to Penny and the Kazansky's.

"I'll start the pancakes if you do the bacon?" Rooster offers, both of them quickly working to get food ready. Fifteen minutes later, people start waking up to the smell of food.

"Marry me, Gatsby," Hangman moans as he takes a bite.

"Then you will be doing all the cooking," Rooster tells him, not lying. Nicole is definitely not the cook of the family. She can, but it's not on Rooster's level.

"Good morning everyone," Phoenix walks in with Bob, who blushes a little when he sees Gatsby. Within thirty minutes everyone is fed and on their way back to the base.

"Good morning, Sir," Gatsby greets Cyclone in the hall.

"Good morning, Lieutenant Mitchell. We will be going over the valley simulation today. If you could get everyone to the briefing room, that would be appreciated," Cyclone informs her. With a quick nod, she changes directions to get everyone and inform them.

"Your Dad is insane," Bob whispers with a smile.

"He likes to break rules," Gatsby chuckles.

With Maverick being team leader, Gatsby knew there was only a slim chance of being selected as wingman. She hadn't mastered the route like Hangman and Rooster. While she was a great pilot, she is the youngest of the group and still has more to learn.

Hangman is assigned Dagger Spare One while Gatsby is given Dagger Spare Two. She is slightly jealous that she is the only one in the family being left behind, but she knows better than to question her father. She sits in her plane beside Jake listening.

"Come on Rooster, you can do it. Reengage," She whispers from the cockpit. Her heart breaks as she hears about Mav and Rooster both being hit and losing contact. It takes everything in her to stay in the plane and do her job. Hangman tries to get clearance but it doesn't work, her world slows down. Bob stands in her view, non verbally trying to support her. When he and Phoenix landed, it kept her from breaking. She hadn't lost everyone. As soon as Rooster's gps tracker is activated, she lets out a silent sob of happiness. But when the bogie appears on the radar, her heart drops again. Mav has no defenses.

"Dagger spare two, permission to take off in support," She requests, readying to take off.

"Dagger spare one, dagger spare two prepare to take off," command says. With a nod to each other, friendship restored, they prepare for a dogfight. She doesn't look at Bob's worried expression.

"I'm going to lure him away so Maverick can land on the carrier," Gatsby says, intercepting the enemy before it can get lock on Mav and Rooster, who finally activates his radio.

"Keep him going, I've almost got him!" Hangman says as she is close to being locked on.

"Hurry up!" She panics as tone starts. Like Rooster and Maverick, she saved them but it will cost her.

"She copied Rooster," Phoenix says on the boat, a little breathless from shock. They can hear Hangman yelling her actual name, everyone knowing what the next few seconds will bring even if they don't want to admit it.

"I'm sorry Dad, Bradley, Jake. I tried," Gatsby cries over the radio as her plane is hit.

"Dagger spare two is down, I repeat, Gatsby is down," Hangman cries out.

"Gatsby. Nicole," Bob whispers sadly. Maverick and Rooster yell out her name and someone turns it off on the deck, preparing for Maverick and Jake's landing and search and rescues attempt to retrieve her from the ocean, if she was able to eject. Even if she did, it's likely that she hit the water wrong.

A young man, blonde and wearing a flight suit, stands in front of the confused girl. Ahead of her is a field of wildflowers and she seems to be on a patio with doors that leads somewhere. She realizes that he is saying something she can't hear.

"-ole. Nicole. Can you hear me?" He says, his voice sounding familiar.

"Who are you? Why do you know my name? Where am I?" She fires off questions and he laughs at her, only increasing her confusion.

"Really kiddo? I'm only the best goddamn pilot the Navy had to offer, and the best uncle ever," He smiles and everything clicks.

"Uncle Ice! Am I dead? Why are you hot?" Nicole hugs him as he laughs.

"Not yet, you are in sort of an in-between. You have a choice to make. Although, I think it's pretty obvious. As to why I'm hot, I've always been this way. I used to get around before Sarah. Tell Mav to drop his dating rule and give Bob a chance. He's been worried. Before I go and you decide, there are two people who are here to see you. I love you kiddo," Iceman tells her, giving her a tight hug. It's odd seeing him so young, and honestly, her uncle was hot. As he leaves through a door, two people who she's only seen in pictures walk in.

"Mom? Dad?" Gatsby gasps, running to them and hugging them. She's getting a lot of hugs for a change, not that she minds.

"My baby. We are so proud," Carole says, taking in her daughter.

"You are one hell of a pilot. You and Bradley both. Better than Maverick, and better than your brother. Ice would kill me again if I said you were better than him. I'm proud that you three have honored both of us in so many ways. Always singing Great Balls of Fire, carrying our favorite book, having my name, Bradley's call sign," Nick tears up a little, his daughter isn't as much of a copy and paste like Bradley is. To Nick, she is the perfect combination of himself and Carole. The selfish part of him wants to keep her here.

"Mav flying the F-14, and me ejecting into the ocean then dying?" Nicole offers with a small smile.

"Yes, even that. We have and always will watch over the three of you. Yelling at Maverick more has become Iceman's greatest past time," Carole laughs, squeezing her daughters arm.

"Nicky, sweetie, you have a choice to make. You can return or stay here with us," Nick says a bit sadly.

"Will I still be a pilot?"

"That's also up to you, baby. We will support you either way," Carole tells her. The once obvious choice has become more difficult. She wants to spend more time with her parents, obviously, but she also has a lot of people waiting on her back home. She has Bob waiting for her.

"I hope you both know how much I dreamed of this. Well not being dead, but seeing you, living with you. Bradley and Dad did their best to fill me in, but a large part of me was missing my whole life. I always needed you," Nicole says, slightly unsure of her decision, but confident at the same time.

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rooster-the-love-of-my-life · 2 years

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Hallways.

"Let me make myself clear. This will not be an easy mission, and I'm not going to pretend for you that it is. This is one of the toughest missions anyone of you will go on. Time will be your greatest enemy in this mission. You'll be flying through a cavern to avoid these SAMs. They are lethal. The height limit on the day of the mission will be 100 meters. No higher than that." Y/N Krasinski spoke standing in front of the pilots and her seniors. All the eyes were on her, everyone tense.

"Then comes the hard part. You'll need to go up and do an inverted climb to hit the the Uranium plant on time. You'll do an inverted dive before going straight." She paused to let the diagram catch up. "Now here is where we need two consecutive miracles. Miracle #1 is hitting the uranium plant, now the single plane will launch the bomb, with the second plane providing a laser lock aim. Then the pilot will do a steep climb out. That's Miracle #1."

"Now, Miracle #2 will be doing that second time. The second duo of planes will deliver the kill shot. And then they will also climb the steep dive out." She finished, as Hangman raised his hand. "Yes, lieutenant."

"Sir with a climb that steep you'll be pulling like 7 to 8 g's." The hot shot blond said.

"10. Minimum." The captin responded before continuing. "And right after you pass the climb, These SAMs will instantly be on you." She motioned.

"Assuming we even survive the climb, those SAM's will take out all of our defensive missiles. It'll be a dogfight all the way home." Rooster said from the back of the class.

"Excatly."

"Ma'am is thus even possible?" Phoenix said, with a serious expression on her face.

"Yes. And that's what Captain Mitchell and I will teach you. The first pair to up will be Coyote, Phoenix and Bob."

Everyone got up from their seats and started getting ready. They were all quiet thinking jow they'll go about the mission when Y/N's mind wandered to Jake. She was never really one tk worry about anyone but she couldn't help it when it came to him.

When he walked out of the changing room, changed into his flying uniform, she was waiting for him outside. The second he came out she grabbed his hand and pulled him into another corridor, which was less crowded, and pinned him to the wall.

He waited for the rest of the pilots to go away and then when the hallways were quite, said "If you wanted me alone, all you had to do qas say the magic words. Fuck me."

"Fuck you." She whispered back, annoyed. "I just wanted to tell you to be careful, and look out for your wingman."

"Why this sudden change of heart, ma'am?" He slipped futher down the wall and was now looking deep into her eyes.

"I was just being nice. But I guess I'll stop." She said walking away, but being quickly pulled back by Jake. It was her turn to be against the wall now.

"I'll be careful." He whispered sincerely. "I promise ."

"And not be a dick to everyone?" She asked.

"That's going a little too far darling." He said making her giggle.

"Go. Get out there lieutenant." She said pushing him away from her, the smile still on her face.

"Hypocrite." He said, walking away. But before he completely disappeared, he walked back to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then ran like a little boy on the playground. This left Y/N flabbergasted and flushed.

"Fuck. I'm screwed."

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To say that the exercise was a disaster would be an understatement. No one had hit the target, not in time at least, and those who did had left their wingman to die. Right now Maverick was having his 'Why are you dead?' round whith Phoenix and Bob. Next was Rooste. After Maverick was done with Phoenix and her RIO, it was time for Hanhman.

"Why is your wingman dead?" He asked.

"I'm the only one who reach the target." He answred.

"And superior enemy aircraft interspersed you on your way out." Maverick said.

"Then it's a dogfight." He said.

"Against 5th generation fighters?"

"Yeah. We stand a chance."

"In an F-18?"

"It's not the plane sir, it's the pilot."

"Excatly." He said loudly.

"You're not flying fast enough." Hangman commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rooster asked.

"I get it." Hangman continues. "You're conservative. But we're going on a highly dangerous mission son. No living pilot has ever seen anything like that. Not even him. It not time to be dwelling at the past."

Y/N knew where thjs was going, and she didn't like it. "Lieutenant that's enough." She said.

"Don't tell me I'm the only one who knows that Maverick flew with his old man. And that he was in the plane when his old man-"

Before he could finish, Rooster was on him. Everyone jumped up to their feet to keep them away.

"You son of a bitch." Rooster screamed, as Y/N got between them to handle the situation.

"That's enough." She screamed, making them separate. Jake still had that cooky look kn his face that mad her want to punch him, but she held back. "You're all dismissed. Get out of here."

Everyone scattered and got out as Rooster and Maverick stayed in to talk. Y/N walked out, hot on all the Lieutenants heels.

"Lieutenant Seresin." She called out from behind, hut he didn't turn around cause he knew what awaited him. "Lieutenant Seresin. Lieutenant. Jake."

This made him turn around. Y/N walked up to him, crossing the rest of the pilots, and slapped him right a ross the face.

"If you ever, ever, say something like that ever again, I will make sure you never fly again. If you don't know the full story, don't go around talking about it." She said taking a last loom at him and then leaving.

He tried to stop he but was unable to. The rest of the group stared in disbelief as she walked away.

"Okay." Payback started. "She is awesome."

"Hangman, finally left hanging. Not a sight you see everyday." Phoenix said. "You deserved it."

Jake didn't reply, just stared ahead, feeling ashamed for what he had just done.

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Later that day Maverick and Ace made a plan tk go and visit the person who put them in this situation. Iceman aka Y/N's dad. They walked into the house and were greeted by Y/N's mother and all her nieces and nephews, while Maverick went straight to his wingman.

A little while later he came out with a smile on his face. He waked over to thw village of people in the backyard and told his fellow instructor-

"He's calling you."

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Sorry I haven't been updating a lot. I've just been really busy and I promise I will update a lot more a lot sooner. Till then enjoy this fluffy angst part. Love ya.

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haldenlith · 2 months

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Some people are probably tired of me shouting into the void about this, but my mind is buzzing angrily about it.

Quick context: I am going back to school, so I can have a nice shiny piece of paper that says I'm a "Super Legit Know What I'm Talking About, I Paid Thousands For This Stupid Piece of Paper" Graphic Designer. (To be fair I've actually learned a lot so far.)

I'm in this one "distance learning" (ie online) class, "Typography II". We were given a big project that was very obviously our Final at the beginning of the year, in January. It was to write/research and design an entire book, 40-page minimum (including covers and table of contents). It came due last week. (I was very much done and submitted before then, because I was very In The Zone with this project. Unsure about sharing it here because it has my name on it, but I might share the link in a DM if you ask. I think I wrote a pretty compelling typography book.)

We're then assigned people to do critiques on (to ensure everyone gets critiqued by two people). I check so that I can do my critiques.

Let me tell you what. I just about hit the ceiling. Five-ish people, including myself, turned the assignment in. (Or at least turned it in on time.) Hell, of what was turned in, I think, aside from myself, only two other people put any amount of research into their book topic (WHICH WE CHOSE, they weren't even assigned! We got to pick whatever we wanted as long as we could relate it to typography!). And honestly, only one other student, from reading their book, felt like they put any actual effort into it at all. (Her book was simple, but very nice.) The other... read like he got bored half-way through his own research, because he had like a handful of sources and a whole bunch of paragraphs that were just him repeating himself, just paraphrased, in a very obvious "I need to hit the 40-page minimum" attempt.

Another person had a nice looking book, but it was filled with Lorem Ipsum filler text. Another was maybe two pages of research, and then the entire rest of the book was just a picture book.

I just... what.

We had three months -- THREE MONTHS -- to do this. Three. Tres. Ninety whole ass days. We had FOUR check-ins during the course of those three months, to show our progress and how we're doing, and a FIFTH optional check-in that wasn't graded. It was there so that we could ask for help if we needed it. The professor even asked the class if the due dates were too tight (we also had other exercises and projects to do in the meantime while we did this in the background), if the class was going too fast, and they needed more time... Short of doing it in interpretive dance in front of a neon flashing sign, I don't know how more obviously she could've asked, "Hey, this is your sign to speak up if you're having issues."

This is technically an upper level course. This is also a class you can't take without taking Typography I, which was set up THE EXACT SAME WAY. This is also an elective class specifically for Graphic Design Degrees at my uni. You're not here unless you intend to be a designer.

It's just insulting to see, en masse, everyone just go "nah". They're wasting my time because I have to struggle to critique whatever is going on with those that DID submit. They're wasting the professor's time by sitting in her class and not doing the work. They're wasting another student's time by taking up a seat that could've been filled by someone else. They're wasting their own time being there and going through the motions (some of them had some really interesting progress shots to show of their book during the check-ins), but not following through.

They're also wasting money, because the class is like... $400-ish, so, you know.

It's also insulting considering the sheer amount of work I put into my own submission. It feels like researching and making a gourmet three-course meal to the best of my ability to impress a cooking show judge with, but then looking over and seeing half the competition hasn't even bothered to make anything, and the other half has a stale, cold burger off the McDonald's dollar menu.

I know I shouldn't care, because it doesn't entirely affect me at the end of the day (though I do have to suffer through trying to critique it or get marked off). But still, it's just... mind blowing to me.

#haldie vents #I'd get it if this were a first year class #but it's not

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aseplant · 2 years

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some high school au drawings that i don't think i'm ever gonna finish haha... but i figured i'd post them here so they'll stop marinating in my drafts at least P:

some scenes from the incomplete fic below the cut ✨

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It takes a moment to realize Ruth has stopped beating him. Kaizan’s hand is on his shoulder, and Nagyunn glances up to see Tyr standing in the doorway.

He’s seen them, of course. It’d be impossible to miss them in the otherwise empty classroom. He doesn’t look surprised to see Ruth and Nagyunn in this position, Kaizan looming over them stoically, but how could he be? The things that go on in this place when no one is looking are an open secret.

“Hey, class monitor,” Ruth says, his grip on Nagyunn tightening nervously, even as he greets Tyr with a blustery tone. “We’re just playing. You know.”

Tyr inclines his head briefly, considering.

“Yeah, sure,” he says after a moment, moving past the doorway to his locker. “Whatever. Don’t take it too far.”

Ruth’s nervous smile morphs into a leer. He turns back toward Nagyunn, fully reassured. “Aw, look at that. Even the class monitor knows you’re just getting what you deserve.”

From the corner of his eye, Nagyunn watches Tyr retrieve his English textbook and leave without a backwards glance.

It’s not betrayal, really. That would imply he expected something from Tyr in the first place.

He hasn’t expected anything from his peers in a long, long time.

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Najin and Lauzun appear by the school gates after about twenty minutes, back from cram school at last.

“Gyunn-ah!” Lauzun waves a hand eagerly as they approach, still energetic despite the long day and the late hour. “The teacher says my reaction speed improved a lot! I think your pointers last week really helped.”

“See, hard work pays off even outside of studying,” Nagyunn bullshits with a straight face as he falls in step with them. Truthfully, he has no idea how his advice helped when he’d mostly invented ludicrous training exercises to get Lauzun to leave him alone, but sure, whatever works.

“…You gave him advice?” Najin pouts. “What about me?”

Nagyunn gives him a playful shove. “What advice could I give you about gaming that you don’t already know?”

“It’s not about the advice, it’s about the principle of the matter,” Najin pretends to whine. “Are you showing favoritism? You like Lauzun better than me, is that it?”

“No, Jin-ah, don’t say that, Nagyunn would never,” Lauzun says earnestly.

------

He sets down the bags in his right hand to fumble for his keys, then checks his phone as he pushes open the door—no new messages from Najin and Lauzun, which means they’ll probably be home for dinner. They’re probably still out with friends for now, though.

He slides his phone back in his pocket. Alright, produce in the fridge, and then, ah, someone forgot to turn off the lights on their way out this morning, and—

Marsha. Is. Straddling. His. Brother. On. The. Sofa.

“…Hi, Nagyunn,” Najin says sheepishly, cheeks flushed and Marsha’s hand frozen halfway up his shirt.

Nagyunn calmly sets down the groceries and walks back out.

The front door falls shut behind him. He sits down on the steps, has a brief scream into his hands, and then recollects his composure.

“My eyes,” he tells the empty air forlornly.

Marsha storms out moments later, fully dressed and hair hurriedly finger-combed back into submission, her cheeks still an angry red.

“You have the worst timing,” she snaps at him.

He thinks this may be the only thing they’ll ever agree on.

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Ruth’s face darkens. “Who—”

“The history teacher is looking for you,” the boy from the stairwell says, unreadable gaze directed toward Nagyunn. “Come.”

Nagyunn glances at Ruth. His expression is stormy, which doesn’t bode well, but Kaizan, ever the voice of reason, tells him, “Hey, look, if the teacher’s wants him we should probably lay low…”

Ruth grits his teeth.

“I’m not done with you,” he warns Nagyunn.

But he does release him, which is good enough for now. Nagyunn forces himself to his feet as the boy from the stairwell turns and starts heading for the teacher’s room, not bothering to check if Nagyunn is following. His friend throws a curious glance at Nagyunn over his shoulder, but says nothing as Nagyunn scrambles to catch up to them.

They walk to the teacher’s lounge in silence. The stairwell boy wasn’t very talkative last time either, so Nagyunn isn’t exactly surprised. He figures he’ll just give him a quick word of thanks before heading in, but when he reaches for the doorknob of the teacher’s room, the boy grabs his wrist.

“Not there,” he says shortly.

Nagyunn blinks. “But you said…”

“I lied.”

He tugs Nagyunn forward. Nagyunn obliges, even though he’s confused; he shares a glance with the boy’s blue-haired friend, who seemed just as bemused by his behavior.

They end up on the roof. It’s devoid of other occupants, which—makes sense, actually, since he’s heard rumors that one of the most ruthless third years likes to hang out up here. Doesn’t seem like she’s around though; he can’t tell if the other two are lucky or out of their minds.

The boy from the stairwell, Nagyunn notes, shields his eyes from the sunlight as soon as they push open the door. Hungover again?

His friend sits in a shady corner, and the boy all but collapses into his lap, curling up on his side with his back to the sun. Nagyunn stands awkwardly, not sure of what to do, until the boy’s friend gestures at a vague spot beside him, and he sits obediently.

“Is this because of—” that time in the stairwell, Nagyunn begins to ask, but cuts off partway when the other boy shifts slightly to glare at him. Better not to bring that up, he guesses. “…Thanks.”

The other boy goes back to hiding his face in his friend’s lap, mollified. “No problem.”

His friend glances back and forth between the two of them, utterly lost. He smiles when he notices Nagyunn looking at him. “Hey. I’m Fidorance.”

He forces himself to smile back despite his confusion and matches the other boy’s barely audible tone out of respect for stairwell boy’s hangover. “Nagyunn.”

“Zius,” stairwell boy offers, without looking up.

Fidorance raises his eyebrows, but of course, Zius can’t see, so he doesn’t react. He looks back toward Nagyunn. “So, uh, how do you two know each other?”

“We don’t,” Nagyunn says. And then, because Zius seems to want to hide their actual first meeting, he throws in a small lie. “We met in the cafeteria once.”

Fidorance looks about half-convinced, but if Zius wants a more elaborate lie, he’ll have to spin it himself. Nagyunn’s done what he can; time to change the subject.

“How’d you know my name?” Nagyunn asks. “In the hallway. Earlier.”

“Your brother’s pretty well-known,” Zius says vaguely.

God, is this how he answers all questions? Nagyunn glances at Fidorance, who just shrugs. “Najin, right? I think the whole school’s heard of him. He’s good at soccer, right?”

Nagyunn perks up. “Yeah, and gaming. He’s been that way since forever, so he’s always been popular.”

Fidorance laughs. “Yeah? Maybe I should ask him to join us at a PC bang sometime.”

“Ah, he can be picky about who he plays with,” Nagyunn grins, half-amused and half-apologetic. “Even seonbaes. Sorry.”

Fidorance is still smiling, but there’s a weird, searching quality to the way he’s looking at Nagyunn now. His smile falters. Did he say something wrong? But…

To his surprise, Fidorance breaks eye contact first, scratching his neck awkwardly.

“Um,” Fidorance begins, “so there’s no good way to ask this, but—does your brother know you’re being bullied?”

Nagyunn blinks. “But I’m not?”

Fidorance stares at him. Zius mutters something that sounds suspiciously like christ.

“What was with that kid back there then?” Fidorance asks.

“Ah.” Ruth, he means. “You know how it is.”

…Judging from Fidorance’s stare, he does not, in fact, know how it is.

Nagyunn resists the urge to cross his arms. No point in assuming a defensive posture; then Fidorance will know he’s getting under his skin.

“I mean, it’s not that big of a deal,” Nagyunn says. “Najin’s in another class. It’s natural that these things wouldn’t affect him.”

They can’t. Nagyunn’s been careful to keep it that way. He’s the older brother; it’s his job to deal with these things, not Najin. It’s troublesome, but not the end of the world.

Fidorance is giving him a weird look that’s uncomfortably close to pity.

Stop that, Nagyunn wants to say, but he doesn’t want to come off as rude when they’ve gone out of their way to help him, so he swallows his discomfort.

“You should spend your breaks here,” Fidorance says at last. “It’s pretty quiet usually.”

Nagyunn hesitates. “But Ruth will…”

“Let him,” Zius says shortly. “He’ll have a hell of a time if he thinks he can go up against Fidorance.”

Nagyunn blinks. Fidorance grins at him, and it’s no longer the amiable grin he’s been greeted with but one with a predatory glint to his eyes, and—ah, perhaps he was a little quick to write off that kind of facial scarring as an accident. This guy is dangerous. Even he can see that now.

“…and Waron?” he asks. The infamous reason why anyone with common sense knows not to hang around the roof during breaks.

Zius yawns. “You don’t need to worry about her either.”

Is Fidorance that strong? Or have they heard about the things he’s done in middle school and are setting up some kind of elaborate prank on him? Nagyunn’s always been good enough at reading people that he’s never had to worry about that kind of thing before, but today has proven that even when Zius is lying, he cannot tell.

That’s incredibly dangerous for someone who relies on reading others well to navigate school properly. Which means he should stay away from Zius, unreadable intentions and all, if he knows what’s good for him.

But… what they’re offering, even in the worst case, means that he’d get a horrible beating and then return to his normal life with Ruth. It wouldn’t be a bad deal to see what they’re playing at, at the very least.

“Alright,” Nagyunn says, offering just the right amount of a tentative smile. “I really appreciate it.”

Fidorance smiles back, all sunny and disarming again. “Of course.”

It’s not… he’s not optimistic about this, really. Nagyunn knows better than to get his hopes up.

But it can’t hurt to play along for a bit, can it?

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At first, he assumes she’s picking on Zius. He’s heard of her, the girl with a face full of unkempt hair and a smile full of threats; everyone has. No one in middle school would look her in the eye. Rumor has it that she transferred mid-year because she beat up a teacher at her old school.

So what’s he supposed to think when he pushes open the door to the roof and finds her pinning Zius to the railing? She’s laughing, all mockery and jeers, and he’s stammering something at her, eyes averted—

But then he catches sight of Nagyunn and he lifts a hand in casual greeting. Nagyunn returns the greeting, confused.

Zius is… hm… his ears are slightly flushed. Maybe not a fear response after all. That’s interesting; he hadn’t thought the ever-unflappable Zius could react that way to anyone.

It seems it isn’t dangerous for now, so Nagyunn approaches cautiously. Waron turns, releasing her grip on Zius’s shirt, and cranes her neck at him curiously, white bangs falling into her eyes. “Who’s this? Mr. Should’ve-Been-A-Trainee?”

“That’s Najin,” Zius corrects her, subtly straightening out his collar before shoving his hands right back into his pockets. “This is Nagyunn.”

He gives a small bow. “Hello, Waron seonbae.”

She seems nonplussed. “Hm. You know me?”

“Who doesn’t?” Zius answers for him. “Anyway, answer the question. Where’s Fidorance?”

“Fighting with someone in the cafeteria, probably?”

“What.”

“He told me not to get involved,” Waron says, draping one arm lazily over Zius’s shoulders—

“—yes, you dumbass, because you just got back from suspension—”

“—So here I am~” Waron finishes brightly.

…This is a lot to process, Nagyunn thinks.

Zius heaves a long-suffering sigh and shrugs Waron’s arm off. “I’m going to go get him.”

Nagyunn looks between the two of them, unsure of what to do. “Um…”

“You can come with me if you want,” Zius tells him. Then to Waron, over his shoulder, more irately: “You stay put.”

Waron laughs. “Lighten up~”

Zius mutters something unflattering under his breath.

------

Waron bends down slightly so that their eyes are level. She flashes a bright grin at him. “I don’t do things for free.”

Sure, he gets that. “What do you want?”

Waron tilts her head, considering. Then: “Fadiyan says you’re ranked first in your year. Add me. Let’s figure something out.”

“Okay.”

She stares at him for a moment, then drops her phone into his outstretched hand so that he can type in his KaKaoTalk ID.

When he passes her phone back to her, she tells him, “That was too easy. Put up more of a fight next time.”

He furrows his eyebrows. “Against Ruth?”

Or does she mean herself?

She hums as she types something out and doesn’t answer the question.

“Alright, check your phone,” she says cheerfully. “I’ll see you around.”

She gives him a jaunty little wave and strides off.

Nagyunn opens his phone to find a new message: it’s waron~

Her profile picture is a chicken, of all things.

He wonders, briefly, how his life got so strange that he now has their schools’ most notorious troublemaker’s contact information.

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He makes a strangled noise and buries his face in his hands. “I thought we agreed to never talk about that again.”

Zius laughs. “You brought it up.”

He offers Nagyunn some more of his pocky as a consolation prize. Nagyunn takes another and nibbles it contemplatively.

Truthfully, he hadn’t really expected Zius to actually answer his questions. He’s normally so reluctant to talk about himself, though to be fair, he has been making an effort to be more open with Nagyunn after that bathroom incident.

He hadn’t expected a lot of things when he’d first met the third year, or even when he’d met him the second time—or, if he’s being honest, even now. But Zius has always said that their kindness isn’t contingent on helping him. So… why?

“Seonbae?” he says at length.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you—” Nagyunn waves his hand around vaguely. “You know.”

Zius blinks. “The others enjoy your company. I enjoy your company.”

“But…”

Zius studies Nagyunn for a long time, a calculating look in his eyes.

“Well,” he says, “I mean. I’m surrounded by dumbasses; you’ve seen Fadiyan and Fidorance at work. It’s nice having a perceptive hubae.”

Nagyunn squints. He gets the distinct feeling Zius is humoring him. (Or perhaps lying straight out to his face, hiding his true intentions—)

“Okay,” he says. “…thanks for looking out for me, hyeong.”

Zius snaps the pocky stick he’s currently holding.

“What the hell,” he says, then bonks Nagyunn over the head with the rest of the box. “Idiot.”

Nagyunn tilts his head. That’s an interesting reaction. He grins. “Are you embarrassed?”

“No. Shut up.”

Nagyunn laughs and filches another pocky from the box, chocolate-end first. “What, does no one call you that? Hyeong. Hyeong. Hyeo—”

Zius dumps the rest of the pocky out and throws the empty box at Nagyunn.

Nagyunn wheezes as it bounces to a pathetic stop on the steps below. “Come on now, that was weak, hyeong—”

Zius pulls his hood up, presumably to hide his reddening ears.

“I’m gonna kill you,” he mutters into his hands.

#the ember knight #my art #my writing #is it ooc #possibly #but its not my fault i swear #i get possessed by brain demons for 72 hours pound out half a draft that is incomprehensible even to god and then never look back #i kinda wanna finish the fic someday tho #i think the ember knight fandom needs a little more found family that is completely unsupported by all canon evidence <3 #waron #zius #fidorance #nagyunn #snip #aseplant art

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calamitys-child · 1 year

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*raises tea mug at u* ok Aidan tell us the tale of the pettiest thing you've ever done (that's you're willing to share on tungle.hell, ofc)

Oooooooooooooh good QUESTION omg. I actually don't have a ton I think are worth sharing? Growing up, despite being not infrequently bullied or faced with unfair situations, including by teachers, I tended not to have big fights with folk in interesting ways. Now as an adult I simply try not to be petty I think you should either commit to Negotiating or Mean. That said! I am a little cunt who does not want to deal with bullshit so sometimes petty bitching is the shortest route to a resolution, yken?

I have a couple that stick in my head but the funniest one is probably one that happened when I was a wean, like 9-10 years old.

When I was in primary school my year was split across 2 classes, and we swapped between classes so we could split groups like maths and English into groups based on what level they're studying at. In p7 (oldest primary school age, approx age 10) the Other class was run by a guy called Mr C who FUCKING SUCKED. FUCK that guy. The absolute epitome of "cringe of you, an adult, to have beef with a 9 year old". But unfortunately, I was put in his group a Lot.

He once yanked my chair out from under me so I fell over for no fucking reason. He once yelled at me for knowing the difference between a summary and a synopsis. He sent me to the head teacher's office for being at a dentist appointment which he was informed of a week in advance. He forced me to go out publicly and perform in a dress despite me begging for any other role or costume. I got thrown down two flights of stairs by a bully and he yelled at me for damaging school property because i was holding a laptop (the laptop was fine, i limped for a week). He had an affair with another teacher at the school which was a VERY POORLY KEPT secret and BOTH OF THEM had kids at the school and I take some comfort still in knowing their whole family are never going to live any of that down and everyone knows how embarrassing they are. He's a prick who thinks he's better than everyone and he sucks.

Growing up, my dad worked multiple jobs to keep money coming in. One job was bar manager at a fairly well known local theatre, another was like. Keeping practice areas clear and well maintained and helping out in training exercises for a local sports arena. He worked really hard, I basically never saw him in summer cause he took so much holiday overtime to keep money coming in. We were comfortable enough, but never more than securely working class, we never took holidays or anything.

When my school year wanted to put on our p7 play, we took sponsorships from local businesses to help fund props, script licensing, etc. My dad offered a raffle prize - two ticket vouchers from his theatre job. Mr C did not believe these were from his job, but had to accept it eventually.

A couple weeks later I was talking to my friend as we came back inside from break about something that happened at my dad's sports arena job the day before. Mr C overheard and, like any adult who is secure in themself (deeply sarcastic), dragged me up in front of the class to yell at me for lying. I distinctly remember something like "next you'll be trying to tell people your dad owns Nintendo and plays fitba for Scotland. You're not special. Grow up". Reduced me to tears to make himself feel better for no reason.

Parents evening was the next week. My dad and I schemed together a bit and he showed up in full sports arena uniform with name tag, wearing his theatre keys and ID badge around his neck. He wore that again to our show performance. And my graduation.

Technically my dad's pettiness at least as much as mine, but it sticks in my mind as the first time I ever got so mad at someone and decided to stick up for myself in a way other than just punching the cunt in the face in righteous 8yo fury

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man i hope this isnt weird and i know its a little weird but ive followed you for a while and feel a deep kindred spirit with you. i know its only parasocial and we arent mutuals so its all good but like some of the things you post resonate with me so deeply and you articulate things abt yourself that i also feel abt my self but you articulate them better than i ever could. also we have very similar hair but i usually weird mine buzzed but when it grows out it looks a lot like yours and you rock it in ways i never feel confident enough to do. idk i just saw your post abt being a bad person but not in the ways ppl think you are and thats like something i think to myself all the time like i wish ppl who think im good knew i was bad and ppl who think im bad knew how wrong they were abt the ways im bad. and things youve posted abt being a stupid person and having ppl be like "youre not" resonate too bcuz its like im painfully PAINfully aware of my own stupidity and bumbling thru like but my loved ones dont want me to think that way or acknowledge it but i think there is something truly liberating in knowing i am inherently dumb in a lot of ways and to a lot of things and i have to work harder to live a good life bcuz of it. idk. im doing a bad job of explaining myself here. but anyways. i just wanna say thanks for putting your thoughts on this website for me to follow and keep doing you, bcuz youre doing it great.

Well I hope it's not weird for me to post this, I suppose it is anonymous after all; it feels kind of private to me but also I am also having a freakishly difficult couple of weeks and it was meaningful to hear someone say "I know what you're talking about." (I think you are speaking very clearly btw) I feel like a lot of the rhetoric society uses to address people who have depression is devised by people who don't suffer from it, like there's a lot of language about how "you're not alone" and a lot of idealizing talk about how great the self-denigrating sufferer appears to others, and that's nice and all but it kind of dismisses the individual's own personal experience of themselves. A person is more complex than their need for extra hugs or attention or something, and a person's perception of themselves/experience of having to be with themselves is not contingent on the perceptions of others even if the external impressions are positive. I don't know, I hate to shit on supportive behaviors but a lot of them are basically dismissive of a person's status as the de facto expert on themselves; I don't really think it's ultimately helpful to make people feel like they don't know what they're talking about, about their own selves. It can be maddening actually, and idealizing talk in particular has a way of suggesting that things have to be great for them to be at all acceptable. Which is really oppressive to tell the truth.

Interlude: In grade school my best friend's class had to do this exercise where they made acronyms of of their first names using various personal qualities, and the teachers gave her shit because for the letter A she used Adequate, and they thought this was, like...bad and had to be corrected.

Anyway I have always written very obsessively and I think it's related to wanting to be understood. Which is not the same thing as wanting to be appreciated, or wanting to feel not-alone. I think I just want someone to say they know what I'm talking about, instead of telling flattering lies or suggesting that something is wrong to say or dismissable just because it seems negative or painful. As if discomfort is automatically invalidating. Someone asked me recently if I journal and I laughed because I've done it all my life, and also because I actually have a SACK of journals under my bed, one regular one, one for dreams, one that's about my dysfunctional relationship with money and materials, etc. And then there's my various blogs of course. I have a couple of semi-pro writing projects going too that I hope I get to announce soon. But it's really all about just the fantasy of articulating something so carefully, preferably in ink (or "ink"), that no one can possibly pretend that they don't know what I'm talking about ever again.

It's funny that we wear our hair the same. I used to wear it half-shaved but my hair grows so fast, it gave me a lot of anxiety. But on that note I must say that whatever pictures of me you see are like 1/1000, I find it very hard to take a picture I'm satisfied with and I often just wind up feeling embarrassed, but ultimately I think I'm just trying to fix some positive mental image of myself even though I know we're all different people at different hours of each day. I dunno. Actually it becomes problematic because a couple of people are always telling me how "photogenic" I am and then I'm like WHY DID IT TAKE ME THREE HOURS TO GET THIS ONE SHOT THEN, and they refuse to believe me when I explain how many pictures I throw out. They think they're doing me a big favor by pretending everything is effortless for me. I have especial problems with my hair, probably every picture you see of me was anxiously snapped at some exact moment when it was behaving! So don't worry, I'm having a really hard time with my appearance basically always. Pictures other people take of me are mortifying, and I'm always like FUCK, that's what they think is a good, representative photo of me? Uh oh. Pictures I take of myself are usually taken in an emergency in fleeting, ephemeral moments where I suddenly look ok to myself.

This morning I went to the church where I've been going since February, a beautiful place full of eccentric older people I have fallen a little in love with. Sometimes I'm tempted to actually convert to Catholicism, like maybe that would be the gothest thing I could do, but I know that I will always believe in abortion and the right to suicide and I'm not too sure about hell or the historical Jesus or papal authority. I just really like it in this specific church. This morning one of the oldest ladies who goes on the weekdays like me introduced herself, she was very sweet and she was wearing hoops that were styled like chains, I don't think she realized they were bad bitch earrings, they just looked nice on her. She said it was nice to see "young people" getting involved with the church, and I wanted to tell her I turned 42 last week, but I might still be the youngest person there! When I met some of the other folks last month they told my husband that he looked like Geraldo Rivera, and then remarked that they thought we were too young to be aware of Geraldo. I told them we're old enough, we're just packed in our own oil. Anyway this is my big excuse to post selfies I was struggling with, I feel more conflicted about them these days, but I guess I'm still compelled. Thanks so much for your understanding, and have a good night!

#gpoy #anon #that's not my house #it's my husband preparing to roast weenies for me #long post #star of the sea

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americaswritings · 7 months

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Violet Hakami & Evan Hawkins dating (for more than a few episodes) would include...

A/N: Just my take on how their happily ever after could go (still sobbing over here so writing this gave me a little comfort. I hope it might cheer you up)

Violet definitely has an ugly christmas sweater competition with Ritter and Gallo

She thinks it‘s kind of dumb, but she participates anyway because why not??

So when she is out shopping with Evan she begins looking for the ugliest one she can find

And he is like ????

"You actually think these look good???"

So she tells him about the competition and he helps her pick one and it's never mentioned again

But then on Christmas Eve he shows up in the most horrendous sweater she has ever seen

And she is so shook??? Because it‘s Evan???

"I think I win this one.“

"Oh, you definitely do!"

The year after that they take the competition so serious they go shopping separately

and there is lots of banter and teasing involved ;)

Also Evan is really good at picking out gifts

Violet just gets something she thinks is a good fit but Evan can spend weeks weighing ideas until the finds the perfect one

And he does

Every single time

"Evan...I don't know what to say." :,)

She is always speechless and he thinks it‘s the best reward he can get, because it‘s so cute

And we all know making Violet Makami speechless is not an easy quest (That girl always got something to say)

"Just tell me I'm the best."

"Oh, you so are!"

At the end of her work day Violet usually vents to him about annoying patients or jokes that were pulled at 51

And he listenes quietly and grins (because he thinks she is so cute when she is mad) until she is done or his smile distracts her from what she was going to say next

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?"

"You know what! That thing that you're doing!"

"Smiling?"

"Exactly that. It's distracting!"

Evan is a really good listener

and he is very patient

Violet is more fierce and outgoing than him

so that's a match ;)

But even though he is the calmer one , sometimes he has to let off steam too (mostly it‘s about the paperwork)

One of his ways Violet really doesn't mind ;)

The other is the gym. They work out together regularly and he teachers her boxing

He goes for runs too, but Violet can‘t be bothered to join him

"There is good exercise and then there is running.“ He always grins at that

Violet takes him to a spinning class once (Brett introduced her to it) and he ends up loving it

When they have a tough call they always take the time to talk about it, because they both know how important that is

Usually Evan can sense if something happened just by the way Violet picks up the phone or when she comes home in a weird mood

"What's wrong?"

Lots of comfort

Cuddles

And hugs

"You know you can always talk to me about everything, right?"

"I do."

Evan is the big spoon

But when they make out Violet is the dominant one

She likes to mess with him and tease him

because she thinks it's so fun to get a reaction out of him

especially in public ;)

Also lots of chemistry talk (because she knows he is into that)

which in turn makes her feel very cool about it and not like a huge nerd

though she has learned Evan is such a nerd about tv shows

she is always more entertained by how into them he is than what actually happens on screen

And yeah she might have called him chief in bed once or twice (it was an accident….)

Let‘s just say he didn‘t mind

Since officially being out as a couple they go to Molly‘s regularly

Evan gets along with everyone, because he is such a likeable guy. Violet sometimes thinks it‘s annoying haha

"Is there anyone who doesn't like you?"

"I guess some do, yeah."

She rolls her eyes hard at that

They often hang out with Brett, because he still supports her on the paramedicine program

He introduces her to his friends too and they are not the uptight guys she imagined they might be (they think she is pretty cool and pretty hot Evan can‘t disagree on that one, though he prefers his friends not to call her that)

Violet is the sassy one in the relationship

But they both got the sarcastic comments down

They like to call each other by their last name if they are teasing

Also Evan does this leaning-against-a-wall-pose that Violet thinks is so hot

The worst part is he doesn‘t even realise he is doing it

After dating for a while he introduces her to his family and they all adore her

Now they keep bugging him about proposing

Which he will do (eventually)

Also Evan can cook

He sometimes tries to teach her but she‘s a mess

(Or maybe she isn‘t trying hard enough, because it‘s just so comfortable to let him cook for her)

and he doesn't mind at all (he says it relaxes him which she really doesn't get)

They don‘t see each other at work anymore, but sometimes he surprises her with a lunch date or pops in at 51 when he is off shift

Those are her favourite moments

Of course Mouch then made him cook for the whole firehouse which she got pretty mad about, but Evan didn’t even mind

"They are your family and I want them to like me.“

"As if they didn‘t adore you already.“

When he doesn't cook for them, he loves to take her out

Fancy restaurants

Chilling at the movies

When he has to attend boring events she is by his side and makes them not so boring

Dancing

He is there (and proud!!) when she gets another award

"For being one hell of a badass paramedic!"

They move in together when they realise they have been practically living together all the time anyway

„It’s just easier that way.“ Brett just nodded at that with a very unconvinced grin (the girl knows what's up)

Evan is really not the jealous type. He likes to be aware if there is something he should know about, but he trusts Violet and is secure in their relationship

Violet can get pretty jealous though. She just can't help it

Especially because she knows how good Evan looks in his uniform (or outside of it ;)) Of course others will try their luck with him.

She actually growls when she is there to see it. But he always very politely shuts them down

"You know I only have eyes for you."

And they go on that vacation

And lots of others

Their camera rolls are full of photos of the other

Most of them are goofy

Of course they are each others lockscreens, but Evan carries around a photo of her in his wallet

She thinks it’s so old-school??? But so cute???

Later when he proposes he does the whole deal

He makes sure they are both dressed up and he has roses and her favourite dessert

it's so romantic

Violet almost cries (okay maybe she cries a little) and then Evan gets teary eyed too and it's a whole cute mess

She wants to say she expected it after Brett and Kidd kept teasing her for months

But she really did not

Because there had been plenty of opportunities where nothing happened so she didn‘t expect anything that day

He makes it look so smooth, but they both know he is a nervous mess inside

His biggest fear (after her saying no obv) is dropping the ring so he holds onto it so tight he almost forgets to let go of it then

OBVIOUSLY she says yes

They agree to keep it low-key at first until they figure out the details

But the next day at work she ends up spilling the news to the girls and to Ritter and Gallo

And then Herrman overhears and announces it loudly to the whole firehouse

So there is that

Everyone is so happy for her

Boden even comes out of his office and hugs her

it's adorable

Herrman wants to throw them a party at Molly‘s and she actually thinks she might combust from happiness

Evan doesn‘t mind at all when she admits that „kind of everybody knows“ later. He is more amused about it

"You can show off your ring now. I know you want to.“

She really does (urgh when has she become one of those puppy eyed lovesick girls she used to make fun of??)

Shortly before the wedding Violet gets into a car crash with the ambulance when a sicko tries to get back at the firehouse for uncovering his drug stash

Evan feels his heart sink when he hears what happened

He rushes to the hospital IMMEDIATELY (he might have used his siren to get there faster)

Brett is there to tell him what happened and he is so scared for Violet the whole time she is in surgery

But it makes his heart a little lighter when he sees the whole waiting room is packed with her family at 51

And they take care of him too

Because he is a part of it now too <3

When they finally get the good news that she will be okay everyone let’s him go in first

He hates seeing her in a hospital bed although it reminds him of their first memorable encounter when he had to lecture her about a citizen complaint and her appendix burst in the middle of it

And she had barked orders around in the ambulance and talked nonsense…something about not having problems in her love life at all…and then she had petted his knee and told him he wasn’t a bad paramedic

She had told him that

Her boss

And she had asked him if she would survive

It had been one hell of a messy and cute event for sure

He had fallen hard for her then. And fast.

But being back here sitting at her bedside he could only think about the possibility that she had not survived

And he hadn‘t been there

But when she wakes up and asks him for the bubbly water he made sure to get ready for her it‘s forgotten for a moment

And she sees how upset he is so she reassures him she is okay

"Trust me, you won‘t get rid of me that easily.“

"I am counting on it.“

Cuddles!!!

They do need to post-pone the wedding a little

But when it does happen it‘s picture perfect

And Evan cries a little when he sees her which makes everyone else cry a little too

And they have their happy ending

Because they deserved it

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My Broccoli Boy- Izuku Midoriya

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Warnings: Angst/hurt, Katsuki, some cursing, comfort, and a whole bunch of FLUFF. Fem!reader, Hope ya like it (ФωФ) WC: 1.8K~

Izuku's POV:

"Y/n? Are you in there?" I ask through Y/n's door. She almost always sleeps through her alarms, so normally, I would have to go to her dorm and wake her up.

"Baby?" I ask again, getting no response. I test to see if the handle is unlocked, then open the door and walk into her room to see she's not in it. I glance into her closet, which is currently lacking a uniform. "Huh, I guess she's already in class." I close the door behind me as I walk out of the room.

Once I make it in the classroom, I see Mr. Aizawa talking with Y/n. It took a few minutes, but once he finished, I walk over to my seat and sit next to her. "Hi, you're here a bit earlier than usual today." I say, looking at her intently. She seems a bit off for some reason. "Yeah, my mom wanted to talk to Mr. Aizawa about my progress. She wasn't too excited with my results of last weeks training exercise and was furious. She threatened to pull me out of school if I didn't get my 'head out of the clouds,' or so she says." That explains a lot. She looks so "After school, come up to my dorm, okay? I have something to give you." I say, giving her a warm smile. "Alright." She says, now focusing on the paper in front of her.

<<<Time Skip>>>

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Y/n's POV:

After a few hours, school ended. Now, I can finally figure out what Izuku wants to give me. As I'm walking down the stairs, my knees buckle, making me fall to the ground. This was my moms fault. I have been overworking myself by doing an extra 6 hours of training with Katsuki just to get her to leave me alone. Trying to juggle classes, training, and working for my mother is overwhelming me. Now, she's pushing me even harder because my grades aren't high enough for her, even if I've been maintaining the number three spot in all of my classes.

Gripping the railing, I pull myself up and continue my way to the dormitory.

Izuku's POV:

"Alright, I'm done!" I say, positioning the last blanket across the top and completing the fort. I'm doing this for her because I can tell she's been overworking herself. I've noticed how her usual cheerful smile hasn't been reaching her eyes, how she and Kacchan have been walking into the dorms right before curfew looking exhausted. Just a few days ago, she was struggling to stay awake in the middle of class, so I asked Kacchan how long she's been training with him. Luckily, he didn't try to hit me when I did, but even he looked worried about her. It only made sense for him to worry. The three of us have been friends since we were little after all.

He told me that she hasn't been functioning properly and because her quirk demands her to be mentally stable. It's making it difficult for her to focus fully during training. Not only that, but he said when he goes to her house, her mom is rude and aggressive towards Y/n. It scares me not knowing what's going through Y/n's head right now. Honestly, it's starting to worry me. How could it not? She means too much to me to just let her suffer by herself. She always helps me with things, like when I get anxious about something regarding my quirk. Or the time Kacchan and I fought after curfew, and she followed us to try and break it up. She has done so much for me. It's time that I help her.

I hear a knock at my door and walk over to open it. "Hey, Kacchan!" I say, in an enthusiastic tone. "Hey, you damn Deku. I brought some food." He responds. He's unusually calm today, I'm not complaining, but I wonder why. He opens the bag from the convenience store in his hand to reveal a ton of spicy food and my favorite meat buns. "A lot of spicy food you've got here..." Kacchan explodes, "Well, what the he'll else would I bring, dumbass! Take your damn meat buns." I've never really been one for spicy food, but it's pretty much the only thing the two of them 5 I compromise. "Thank you! Y/n should be here in a bit." I say, grabbing the bag. "The hell's wrong with you?" I let out a sigh. "It's nothing, Katsuki." A blonde eyebrow cocks up in disbelief. "As if I'd believe that, you never say my name out of nowhere." There's a few beats of silence before I muster up enough courage to answer.

"I'm just worried about Y/n. She needs my help, but I can't give it to her because she keeps refusing and saying that she's okay when we know damn well that she's not. I have to talk to her mom or something. I just want her to be okay." I say, looking down as I start to tear up. "You better not start crying, you dumbass. She'll be fine, I already went with the old hag to Y/n's house to beat some sense into her mom." He said, smirking. "Besides, I refused to keep training all those extra hours with her when I went. She'll be okay. We just need to comfort her and help her recover. She's one of my best friends and your girlfriend, as long as we're here, she's gonna be fine, Deku." He says. Relief flows through my body. He's right, I know he is. "I guess you're right. Thanks, Kacchan." I say. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll be right back." He says. Soon after he left, there's another knock on the door. I walk over and open it to see Y/n on the other side, with her head low. "Hey, Babe. You doing okay?" I say, grabbing her wrist lightly and pulling her inside before closing the door behind her.

"Izuku." she sniffles out. "Hun, what's wrong?" I gently take her chin between my fingers and delicately lift it up to see fat, salty tears rolling freely down her stained face. Oh no. I pull her body towards mine, firm hand circling around her waist and the other cradling her head, trapping her into a tight embrace against my chest. "I can't do it anymore. My mom is pushing me so hard to the point where I can barely walk or do easy every day things..." A sob cuts her off before she continues. She forces her eyes to meet mine when she starts again. " I've so stressed lately too, I feel like nothing I do is ever enough for anyone! I keep pushing, I always tell myself to keep going and not buckle when i start to struggle, and yet there isn't any end to it. Each time I think I get somewhere there's always something or someone saying that everything I did to get here was futile. And now with all of the villian attacks that have been popping up randomly... I don't know what to do anymore Izu." The small pout that formed over my lips a little bit ago turns into a deep frown. Hearing exactly what was on her mind is both comforting and frightening at the same time, but her behavior the last few months is starting to make a lot more sense. Constantly improving her hero costume and trying to create new special attacks... I thought kacchan was rubbing off on her when her drive to be the best shot through the roof. I'm knocked out of my thoughts when she starts to weep harder. The gentle circles i've been tracing into her back this whole time doesn't seem to be making any sort of difference either. I place a few pecks all over her face before planting one to the crown of her head and whispering sweet-nothings to her. While I was still in the process of calming down, Kacchan's eyes look at Y/n, then lock with mine before quietly closing the door behind him, then sits on the beanbag next to the fort.

I fell her arms snake up my sides and take purchase around my neck before nuzzling into it. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I wish you would have told me sooner. I knew there was something wrong but I didn't know what... thank you for trusting me enough to let me know, I appreciate it." I say into her ear softly. Kacchan isn't really one for mushy sentiment. " It's okay, I just didn't want to burden you in any way. There's um, something else i need to say too." She says. I hum in response. " So, my mom won't let me back into the house, and since we graduate in a few weeks i was wondering if... we could move in together? I figured it would help the both of us if we worked and lived with each other." She mumbles out. Living together would be pleasing. Being able to wake up to her face everyday and not having to sneak in and out of each others dorms. I always wanted to stay with her permanently, and I know that she would be a good roommate because she practically lives in my dorm anyway. We have a stable relationship too so why not? "Sure, I don't mind. All Might is helping me find different hero agencies to start with, so by the time we graduate it'll be easy to get a spot with a pro. You can even work with me if you want." I say with a warm smile. "Okay. Thank you." She pulls away and looks to the side to see Katsuki and the Blanket fort that I made for the three of us. She throws a superstitious glare towards him. "Just how long have you been listening in? Damn creep." Kacchan's eyebrow twitches at her words before standing up and grabbing her by the collar. "Oh, shut up! I just walked in here and tried to give you space, the hell would I get out of stalking you, dumbass?" As happy I am to see her back in good spirits, stopping them from killing the other may be a good idea. I separate them then move her attention towards the fort I made.

"Izuku... did you do this?" She questions. "Yup! Kacchan even brought us some snacks to munch on." She snorts, 'You actually brought something baku-rat?" A smirk taking over her features. "I told to stop calling me that, dumbass!" He yells. " Yes, surprisingly. Come on, let's get inside and watch a movie." I say. She turns back towards me and gives me a soft kiss then ruffles a hand through Kacchan's hair. "Thanks you guys. I really needed it. Even though Katsuki is being annoying, i appreciate it." She says. Once we get settled and comfortable inside the fort, she snuggles up into my side and whispers, "I love you, broccoli boy. Thank you for everything."

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Hi! saw you are a teacher, may i ask how you choose to be one (if you don't mind 👉👈)? I am considering pedagogy but my experience with teachers when I was a kid weren't very good, as i was the "shy quiet lonely exclueded" kid in a class of louder kids, and the few times i got accepted by my classmates the teachers would scold me for talking too much but tell nothing to the other kids, i even remember one saying she didn't expected that kind of behavious coming from me as i was so behaved, and i was always the buffer for the most misbehaving kids, which i always hated

I’m so sorry that happened to you. That’s so sad :(

I will write a very long biography

Uh I kind of got here by accident! I never wanted to be a teacher lmao. Basically, I studied psychology for my bachelors then switched to the sport science department for my masters and studied applied sport and exercise psychology. My dream was to work in sports. I was running a blog all about sport psychology and relating it to ice hockey and football based on current issues and applying like mad to jobs relating to sport and exercise but could find nothing. You need a lot of experience for these jobs but I grew up poor and couldn’t drive so I was working 40 hours a week, walking an hour to work and an hour back so didn’t have the time to walk elsewhere and volunteer. I’m not from a big place so there weren’t any sports team other than little local ones so I’d have had to take a train in the evening etc and I gave up.

Ended up getting so frustrated I just became an au pair. Moved to Denmark. Did try applying to volunteer with sports clubs but nobody ever got back when I tried to contact.

Came home and was working at greggs. Best job ever. I then started working at my local sports centre where I had to increase attendance amongst hard to reach groups, primarily elderly and disabled people. I really enjoyed that. I helped grow our local disability sport group, introduced trampolining to it, set up archery sessions etc. I also had a drop in club for over 60s where we played sport and had a chat over a cup of tea. Brought along dementia groups and prostate cancer groups to talk to them. (I still have a picture of us all up on my fridge when we went to London).

We had redundancies and I also ended up running the children’s club that ran in the school holidays. I had to do all the planning and did extra hours helping to run it (some weeks I was doing like 80 hours lmao).

I’ve always loved kids and I really enjoyed that part but I wanted more than just playing dodgeball with them. My boss was also a bit of a nightmare so I found a job as a TA in a school. I did that for 4 years and felt bad that I had a masters degree and was “just” a TA. At the same time, I wasn’t “just” a TA. Maybe in the past they washed up paint pots and listened to children read. Yeah, I made sure everything was photocopied and trimmed and supported lower ability kids in lessons but also I ran interventions that I planned for memory, phonics, fine motor skills, speech and language, emotional regulation. I was the first person they’d come to when they’d been in trouble or something awful had happened at home. I dealt with major safeguarding incidents, had to speak to aggressive parents, deal with things that massively shocked me about their home life whilst remaining professional. I’ve had diabetic children I’ve had to inject with insulin even on residential trips where I was their “parent” for 5 days straight, epileptic children who I’ve had to give medicine to daily, children who use wheelchairs that I’ve had to take to the toilet and change their nappies.

Then I got a promotion to cover classes as I’d done it a lot during covid when people were off. It was a massive learning curve but thankfully I already knew every child in the school and I was loved so they’d cheer when I walked through the door. I’ve worked with lots of teachers and seen great ones and good ones and different tactics and techniques. My mantra to them is “we have to do the boring bit before we do the fun bit”. We get the work done to a good standard and we can play a game, go outside etc. They know my rules!

I switched schools and now I am still covering but I get to plan the lessons I cover so it’s another step up. I teach every class but different subjects eg geography in one year group, religion in another. It’s more fun as I can decide how to deliver the lesson and can make it more engaging. I know the children a bit better now I’ve been there for a few weeks so I know what they’ll enjoy.

For me, I need to know the classes well. I get the energetic kids who can’t sit still to hand out books or sheets. I get the lowest ability children who can’t access the lesson to help me click things on the board so they’re still part of it. I get the shy children to whisper me the answer and I will tell the rest of the class. I’m very much adaptive to the class I have so they can all access it.

I love it although I do feel like I’m wasting my masters still. The money isn’t great. When I grew up, school was my safe place. I had a lot going on at home and school was stable and safe. It was really hard to leave my old school because I had children in difficult situations who also saw school as safe. They saw me as their safe adult who they could hug and cry on and ask to go for a private chat when things became too much. I think for me that was the most important part of my job and the thing that mattered most.

So that is how I ended up teaching! I think teaching depends a lot about the children and staff you work with. Some classes I’m like yay! I have them today! Other times I’m like “this afternoon is about me surviving them”. It’s fun and varied but also hard work. I don’t have a TA with me ever which is hard!

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lgcmanager · 11 months

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MARTINE CORPORATION 001

all of the cast members of MARTINE CORPORATION are gathered together along with KIM DONGSUN, PARK EUNSOOK, and SEO HEEJUNG.

each of them will take turns telling all of the information that is mentioned below.

MBC has set in motion production of its new sitcom drama; MARTINE CORPORATION. broadcast is set to begin on SEPTEMBER 18, 2023, while filming will begin on AUGUST 14. the first script reading will be made with the main, lead, and supporting cast on AUGUST 4.

starting from AUGUST 4, MAIN and LEAD cast members are fully liberated from their usual schedules to prepare full time for the drama, except for prior engagements. SUPPORT cast members are given 10 hours a week to prepare for the drama and will not have any evaluation until the drama is done filming. naturally, since the drama will be keeping some busy, please keep an eye on restrictions on this term's missions.

visit the MARTINE CORPORATION PAGE ( which will be revealed next sunday! ) for details about the characters and episodes. we would like to emphasize that the episode summaries are only the basic/important points related to the characters involved. in actuality, the drama itself is a lot more detailed and covers extra scenes and character development! if you have any specific questions regarding your character that wasn’t mentioned in the summary ( this is targeted towards the main, leading, and supporting roles ) please message us and i ( admin a ) will try my best to answer those questions!

PREPARATION

from AUGUST 4 to AUGUST 14, all of the cast members ( including guests ) will be partaking in VARIETY workshops to help improve their variety skills for the show. in the case of NOEUL, MINJI, HAYOUNG, and EUNHYE, this is voluntary and they will be encouraged to attend whenever they have free schedules available.

INTRODUCTION VIDEOS

before the first episode is aired, MBC will be releasing short teaser clips on their youtube channel that conveys some of the characters and their day to day life.

VIDEO #1: OH EUNJEONG ( played by HANBYUL ) is seen having difficulty reaching the top of the cabinet due to her height. she’s tried everything she could from grabbing a broomstick to making her own makeshift stool to open the cabinet and get the stack of printer paper, but none of her methods much to her dismay. CHENG LINGSHAN ( played by LEO ) passes by the hallway and EUNJEONG calls for him. with her sweet personality, she tries to persuade him to help her get the printer paper but even luck is against her as LINGSHAN declines the offer to help and leaves her.

VIDEO #2: CHOI JIHOON ( played by HYUNSOO ) and PARK SAMUEL ( played by MINJAE ) are in the men’s restroom washing their hands. both of them are about to head to the waiting room where they will be interviewed. with JIHOON leaving first, SAMUEL notices a paper slip out of JIHOON’s pocket containing a drawing of a monkey. SAMUEL takes the paper to examine it and catches up to JIHOON. SAMUEL hands the paper to JIHOON and compliments the other’s drawing abilities and hopes that other people will see his talent.

VIDEO #3: AHN MINYOUNG ( played by SEONA ) is seen with her headphones on and listening to death metal. as she arrives at her workspace, she turns on the computer and as she types her login password, she begins to question why she can’t login even after multiple attempts. a flashback scene shows KIM JUNHWAN ( played by MINKYU ) playing a prank on MINYOUNG as he switches the keys on her keyboard as fast as he can before MINYOUNG returns back from her lunch. in the end, he’s seen writing a quick letter teasing her ( with a face sticking out its tongue ) and places it underneath the keyboard, to which MINYOUNG sees later on by the end of the video.

VIDEO #4: LEE HYERIN ( played by YEIN ) and NA DAHEE ( played by JIEUN ) are in pilates class. while HYERIN is seen doing the pilates exercises with ease, DAHEE is seen struggling a bit especially when HYERIN reveals that she heard some information about who DAHEE was on a ( blind ) date with recently. as DAHEE attempts to lie and say that she has no idea what HYERIN is talking about, the more she feels pressured to tell the truth. eventually DAHEE escapes from this moment as she pretends that her boss is calling her and packs up her belongings.

VIDEO #5: CHA JINHEE ( played by AERI ) is seen talking to someone on the phone. attempting to communicate with a client in japanese with her abysmal speaking skills, she begins to feel frustrated as she drinks her tea frequently to the point where she ran out of tea from her tumbler. luckily ( or unluckily ), LEE MINSEO ( played by JINHYUK ) hands her some of the documents he had accidentally dropped on the wet floor. trying to hide her frustration, JINHEE turns on the speaker as she fixes the stack of papers. MINSEO instantly picks up on the fact that JINHEE is on the call with a japanese client and when the japanese client asks where the files are located, MINSEO responds back in japanese, leaving JINHEE in a state of shock.

PROMOTIONS

to promote the show, the MAIN and LEAD cast ( HANBYUL, SEONA, JIEUN ) will be filming a video called “JENGA”, where they play jenga and for every piece they remove and place on top of the tower, they will be given a dare or a question that they have to do ( example of this can be found over HERE ).

for the supporting cast ( YEIN, MINKYU, JINHYUK, HYUNSOO, AERI, MINJAE, and LEO ) they will be playing “CHARADES” ( example of this can be found over HERE ), where they will be split up into two teams and guess what the keyword ( in this case, it’s animals ) is based on the person’s actions. YEIN will serve as the host of this segment.

TEAM MAR: CHO MINKYU, KIM JINHYUK, ZHENG LEO ( WINNING TEAM )

TEAM TINE: LEE HYUNSOO, YANG AERI, YOON MINJAE ( LOSING TEAM )

MARTINE CORPORATION CAST HAIRSTYLES

minus the guests, the staff has suggested hairstyles that the actors will have during the filming of the show. listed below are the hairstyles for each of the actors ( if the muse has that hairstyle currently, they will still go to the salon for maintenance ).

AHN YEIN

BAEK SEONA

CHO MINKYU

KIM JINHYUK

LEE HANBYUL

LEE HYUNSOO

SHIN JIEUN

YANG AERI

YOON MINJAE

ZHENG LEO

in regards to MONTHLY SNS, just like in the past you are not obligated in any way to post photos of your muse’s faceclaim with the exact hairstyle selected for them. this is merely to give you some visualization of how the cast would look like in terms of hairstyles.

REQUIREMENTS

the success of the drama depends on its script but also on its cast members. you have until SEPTEMBER 23 to fulfill the following requirements depending on your type of role:

MAIN: a set of either two replies (8 lines) OR one solo (300 words) and one reply for 6 WEEKS. of the total 12 posts, 6 have to be about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, filming the introduction videos or the games, etc). each set will give you 4 ACTING, 4 VARIETY, and 4 NOTORIETY POINTS.

LEADS: a set of either two replies (8 lines) OR one solo (300 words) and one reply for 4 WEEKS. of the total 8 posts, 4 have to be about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, filming the introduction videos or the games, etc). each set will give you 3 ACTING, 3 VARIETY, and 3 NOTORIETY POINTS.

SUPPORTS: a set of either two replies (8 lines) OR one solo (300 words) and one reply for 2 WEEKS. of the total 4 posts, 2 have to be about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, filming the introduction videos or the games, etc). each set will give you 2 ACTING, 2 VARIETY, and 2 NOTORIETY POINTS.

GUESTS: a set of either two replies (8 lines) OR one solo (300 words) and one reply ONCE. BOTH have to about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, filming the introduction videos or the games, etc). the set will give you 1 ACTING and 1 VARIETY 2 NOTORIETY POINTS.

for the MAINS, LEADS, and SUPPORT, please keep in mind that we base the weeks similar to how we do activity checks. this means that if you post on JANUARY 24 and JANUARY 28, that will count as 2 posts for the week of JANUARY 22 ( after the activity check/7PM EST ) through JANUARY 29, 2022 at 6:59PM EST. however, if you posted on JANUARY 29 after the activity check ( ex. at 10PM EST ), that will count for the following week ( JANUARY 29 - FEBRUARY 5 ). ideally, the best way to keep track of this is to assume that you have 2 REPLIES to do for each week instead of one! you can also skip certain weeks so they do NOT need to be consecutive ( ex. meeting the reqs in weeks 1, 3, 6 for support ).

use the hashtag lgc:martinecorp. make sure to submit your points before SEPTEMBER 23, 2023 11:59 EST to the lgcpoints blog, you may send the points WEEKLY:

MUSE NAME · MARTINE CORPORATION (SET #) - 2 REPLIES or 1 SOLO/REPLY : +1-4 acting, +1-4 variety, +2-4 notoriety [ LINK 1 ] [ LINK 2 ]

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