#thank gawd im off tomorrow

[asbestieos]

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[sailorhyunjinz]

SKZ SHORT REACTION TO YOU ALWAYS CRYING , WHINING , AND RUBBING YOUR FACE INTO THEM DURING SEX 😭🥺🥺 CUTE FDDFFGG

It just always feels so good and overwhelming to have fat cock inside of your tiny pussy 🥺

Also ilysm <33 hry ?

-🐈

KITTEN! how are youuu~? i’m doing just fine, thank you for asking ^^

also... wish i could relate but do i get dick? no, none. ASHAHSHSA

OK QUICK REACTION (aka cherry word vomits) LEGO

warnings; dom!skz x gn!reader, dacryphilia, explicit sexual scenes, slight impact play, moaning, sex (well no fucking shit), orgasm,,, uh what more,,

before starting lemme just say this; as a collective THEY LOVE IT, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOVES IT but sure... some more than others 

Bangchan

nah mate you got him whipped 

W H I P P E D

just imagine holding him close and rubbing your face against his muscles while he’s just going at it OH LORD-

he already likes being in control

and when you show that you are weak in the presence of this dominant aura it just boosts that aura tenfolds.

i dont think he’d go as far as to see you cry but like tear up yk?

but BRUH HE LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN YOU’RE CLINGY

your toes curling as you try to move away from his touch, him already beginning on your fourth orgasm that night

you try to hold on to anything which is most likely his broad shoulders (oop drooling a bit)

DUDE HAS THEM GUNS TO BE ABLE TO MANHANDLE YOU WITH EASE

which he does... a lot 

but he would always ask if you felt comfortable and would remind you to use the safeword because caring dom shit 

whine his name and BYE- he cums

would ask you to say it louder

“let everyone hear how good im making my baby feel”

Minho

SKSKASK all of you guys are going to say that i’m stereotyping minho

BUT IT MUST BE SAID

he likes it to a certain extent

if you belong to the more extremely squirmy people chances are he would get kinda annoyed having to hold you down LMAO

THATS NOT TO SAY THAT HE DOESNT LOVE SEEING YOU WRECKED

nononono honey... this man is corruption kink in human form

crying >>>>> moaning

WELL THATS MY GUESS

he’d be all cocky about it

“only i can make you feel like that baby?” 

WAIT LISTEN TO THIS

he has a whole ass folder on his phone that’s just pictures of you being completely wrecked 

he uses them to jerk off 110%

it can really be any kind of pictures but his favorite is the one where you have both cum and tears running down your face

somebody take the internet away from me 

Changbin

awh binnie baby likes it v v much 

it let’s him know how much you are enjoying it which is more important then getting his own pleasure

oof service top binnie?? ok stop cherry dont LMAO

weak for your whining 100%

especially if it’s all like,, high pitched and cute I CANT-

ngl it gets him even hornier 

you’re feeding his horny monster by holding onto him, scratching his back and leaving all kinds of marks. 

just gonna say it; he likes seeing you desperate

“binnie~ i need you inside of m-me..”

say that and HE A GONER

BECAUSE HE LIKES SEEING OTHERS WANT HIM (i know all your secrets dont even try to hide it you smug hot mf)

because of his buff arms he would have no problem pinning you down if you squirmed around too much 

his sturdy arms in contrast with your quivering body OH GAWD

“you want me? beg then” 

and you can’t simply ask 

you need to whine it

IT DOESNT HAVE TO SOUND CUTE

just desperate ;)))

Hyunjin

the whole fucking rubbing your face and hair against him; in love

it doesnt even have to be against him

against the bed or against a pillow is enough to keep him going

your hair all disheveled when you look at him :((

“do i fuck you that good, baby?” he cooed at you, your head burried in a multitude of pillows. you nod, your hair in your face as your whole body jerks forward from his powerful thrust

we all know that this boy is vocal 

so you would have to be EVEN LOUDER to get him off

which you were

god you know the dance lives??

when he’s all sweaty and is heaving for air?

head empty. only that

yeah... he would like a clingy s/o

because then he can go around and be proud of himself that he made you cry in bed LMAO

he wouldnt tell it to anyone, seeing it more as a personal achievement HASHASH

a sucker of you being squirmy

gives him more reason to use force when pinning you down 

showing himself off a lil...

blushing mess if you compliment him on his muscles tho... 

Jisung

you know that video where felix bites a banana with the peel still on and jisung goes all “SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCK” 

yeah thats what happens when you start crying from how hard he’s going

he thinks he fucked up real bad

no dude you just hitting it too good (HASHASH bye im yeeting myself off a cliff)

crying in bed makes him scared but do you know what really gets him?

whining

A LOT OF IT

he loves how they go from small murmurs to full out long whines that are all uneven

some incoherent words mixed into them together with his name

he also loves how they sound mixed with his moans and growls

i feel like he’s very moved by sound

the mf that would record your moans no cap

i feel like he would be the one to rub his head against you??

yk missonary (wow cherry has nothing else to come with LMAO) he drops his head when he’s close to cumming, shaking his head slightly against your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you

he would be the one tearing up when he’s close

BECAUSE you feel too good wrapped around his aching dick :((

can we really blame him? 

Felix

OOOOH MY GOD 

OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD

he loves it

more than he should

all of it; the crying, the rubbing against him, the whining, the hair in your face LIkE OOF

why? because it gives him a sense of being in control 

he has you under his control which IS RARE FOR HIM

OK he subs for you a lot and then he does the same thing, probably even more than you do

yk the whole rubbing his hair against your chest as he’s whining at the top of his lungs

BUT HE REDEEMS THAT WHEN HE DOMS

which is perfect because then its a give and take situation

happy sexy times

where the both of you are enjoying it waaay to much

WAIT THIS

imagine him pounding you in missionary right.... and both of you cry!?!?!

two overwhelmed babies :(((

Seungmin

Puppyboy is all for it 

let me just say,,, he has a corruption kink SAHSSAHS 

OK I KNOW EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE

“cherry he’s so neat and tidy, how could he possibly have a corruption kink?”

THATS WHY. BECAUSE HE LOVES SEEING YOU ALL TIDY AT DAYTIME

but god forbid nighttime because then you are nothing but a drooling and crying mess, holding onto him for dear life as he mercilessly pounds into you 

i swear this dude is all about drastic changes like duality is in his DNA

and i feel like he likes people that have that same charm??!?

IMAGINE THIS RIGHT;

you’re riding him, tired and fucked out of your mind, eventually leaning down to his chest and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, crying from overstimulation

AND THIS MF lifts you up slightly and starts thrusting up into you 

thats it. 

i love him AHSHASH

Jeongin

it would take a while for him to get used to you crying in bed 

first time it happened he got scared, stopped and hugged you, apologizing like a thousand times

you all like “...it was just getting good?”

he doesn’t understand shit at first???

“b-but why are you crying then? tell me the truth y/n”

“but i am?” 

after you explained that it just happens to you he’d nod and continue

after a while... he starts liking it

and if you one time don’t cry he’d be confused again, this time saying;

“did you not l-like it?” 

“dork, of course i did” you say ruffling his hair and he feels relieved hearing you say that 

ah cutie :(((

ALSO the whining and the squirming; total sucker for that LMAO 

OK IMMA SLEEP NOW holy shit my back is scoliosis central rn and im so damn nervous for my exam tomorrow AAAAAAH fuck fuck fuck 

ANYHOW HOPE THIS WAS FUN READING <333

[theramseyloft]

7/30/21

Waiting for the call from UGA to get Khou.

Doing the most urgent loft work in the meantime.

Just finished mucking nest boxes.

The time has come to employ the loft's little tower fan.

As well insulated as it is, it's still a metal building and the AC unit just cannot complete.

Blowing at full strength, you can't feel it more than 6 in from the vent.

Good gawd, I started at 7:30am, and it is SO humid that in an hour of work, I'm dripping, and have developed the tell-tale muscle aches, nausea, and lip-tingling of heat exhaustion.  Came in to cool back down after setting up the tower fan.

Patron: "A fan in the window would help"

"The easiest way to keep a space as cool as possible is to create a path of airflow"

Thank you

Ok!

Breakfast eaten, water get, time to resume!

I laid this fucking brick out to hose down yesterday...

The Fire Nation used it as scaffolding to build a nursery and fill it with larva that quickly.

This is why I have to be so aggressive about treating them, and why my loft help just turning the bricks and weight stones shit side down is so dangerous.

Patron: "Holy shit! Fire ants are insane."

Patron: "They are an aggressive species from the Amazon, of course they're aggressive and quick lol"

Patron: "Oh! They are not native to the US? I never knew that! I just remember learning very quickly when we moved to the south from Canada that they are mean little bastards"

They are not!  

They are adapted to the river banks and survive the frequent flooding by clinging together in living rafts.  

An individual can hold her breath up to 14 days, allowing the rafts to survive until they make landfall again.  

They really love the American south because the high humidity keeps soil moist enough to build mounds in very quickly without the disruption of floods to cause breaks in reproduction.

Patron: "That explains so much"

They are able to remain in constant larva factory mode, and with all US populations only coming from a few accidentally imported queens, they are closely enough related not to see any other US fire ant colony as a rival.

So the entire US population of fire ants is a single massive supercolony with neither predators nor competition.

Patron: "That is super disturbing"

"But also very informative."

Yeah, they are monsters here that absolutely will hunt and eat you if they get the opportunity.

My husband and I used to have our bed against the wall.

The little bitches swarmed in by hundreds through a hole in the insulation one night in the second year we were married, infested the blankets, and woke us up by stinging us en mass.

Patron: "i cant imagine how fucking horrifying that was to wake up to"

I still have nightmares.  

I can't fall asleep by laying there with my eyes closed.  

You know how there are always after images when you close your eyes? Usually just meaningless, wandering patches of light and dark?  

That's what the swarm on my skin looked like in the dark, and instead of just being patches of light and dark, my asshole brain highlights their segments, legs, and animates their attack behavior of clamp on with jaws, sting until prey stops moving, or ant is crushed or otherwise pried off.  

I get the most ungody adrenaline spike if I'm not too physically exhausted to notice the visual.

It makes trying to fall asleep a real bitch for me.

Got an update call about Khou.

They don't have a specific time for him to get his CT scan done, beyond that it will happen today.

If it happens late enough in the day that he won't be fully recovered from sedation by the time they close, we'll have to wait until tomorrow to come get him.

Patron: "How far is it to Athens from where you are? You said you took him to UGA right?"

Two hour drive.

Patron: "Hang in there. Fingers crossed they can do it early today"

Thank you.

Neither I, nor my husband are really ok with out him.

The house feels wrong...

Had to come back in for the permethrine.

The fire nation is trying a different foraging approach into the loft and fuck no.

Threshold treated.

Komodore asked Patch to smooch-feed her

Farthing tread Luxie.

Then he crouched to be tread and she, then Alex, tread him.

I think I was wrong about Mote.

Wukong looks lighter than he is because of his chest fluff.

Close inspection of their wings shows Mote to have the same pattern as Wukong, obscured by the deeper Dirty pigmentation of babies under 4 months.

Arco has been doing the best job helping Passenger set her Fegg.

Leela is quite insistently crouching for Nobu, but her foob kinda over balances her when he's on top, causing her to stumble into a tilted run under him to keep from faceplanting.

He hangs on with the brazen tenacity of a bull rider, and has managed to finish three times today.

It is exactly as hilarious as it sounds, and I'll try to catch it on video, if I can.

Look at Arco on his practice egg <3

Patron: "a grown boy!"

Just got an update from UGA.

khou just finished his CT, but they close at 5pm, and he's unlikely to have recovered enough to be discharged in two hours, even if I left right now.

The projected discharge is between 9 and 10am.

His little heart stopped.

(Pretty much every Patron sent their condolences)

Cousins: "We're on the way, Dani, I'm sorry!  30-40 minutes i think ..."

Can't wait.

We can go say goodbye, if we leave now and fold space.

Husband: "The vets are trying one more time to get his heart to start back up.  We are on the road now."

We got to UGA.  

No word on if the last effort succeeded.

Waiting for his Dr to come see us.

Husband: "He didn't make it."

Husband: "He had lesions in his lungs.  The sedation was too much for his damaged lungs to handle."

Patron: "im so sorry. is there any idea what the lesions are from?"

Husband: "Not yet.  They have not gotten all the results back from his tests yet."

"The vet took a clay imprint of his feet with his name on it."

Patron: "sending all the love to both of you"

Husband: "Thank you.  We both are recovering."

Thank you so much to all of my patrons for the outpouring of loving condolences.

[wornoutmouse]

Bakugou does your hair

In this I'll be using my hair products cause i don't know any other. Blue magic, cantu, and Shea Moisture don't work for me. My hair hates it and breaks off🤷🏿‍♀️

I used to use Grandma's Recipe but its not moisturizing my hair anymore since i moved to Vegas so i have been using ™WonderGro (Jamaican Black Castro Oil) for grease and ™Elite (total body care) for both shampoo, conditioner, and face oil. I gots me some vitamin c serum for dark spots cause i don't use make-up.

I have super sensitive skin that switches 25/40 (i cant use suave anymore cause now im alergic to it.) And i break out easy so trust me if i recommend any products in regards to skin care😂

Sorry this is getting long, enjoy the fluff

The day was here. The day you’ve dreaded since you and Katsuki started living together. Wash day.

Up until now, all Katsuki had seen you wearing were different variations of braids. He had a vague idea that not all your hair was real but he has never seen your hair free and in the wild.

“Hey Bakugou, do you have anything to do today?” you ask nonchalantly as your boyfriend walks through the door. “No.” was his only response as he sat next to you. You cringe as he buries his face into your braids and you  imagine the dust and dirt falling on his eyelashes. 

(I’ve only let it get that bad twice in my life)

“Well, could you please find something to do?” That got his attention as he sits up and glares at you. “Why are you trying to get rid of me all of a sudden?” You close your eyes regretting even starting the conversation. “Look today I need to wash my hair so I really need to focus, Baku.” 

Bakugou is, of course, confused as he looks at your hair to see if something was wrong with it. “So why don’t you wash it, I won’t bother you?” You scream inside your head at his persistence but press on. “Because Bakugou, you’ve never seen my natural hair and I’m not sure if I want you to yet.”

You peek your eyes open to see Bakugou’s reaction and to your horror, absolute boredom was present on his face. “That sounds like a personal problem because now I’m not leaving, in fact, let's go do it now.” 

“Bakugou! Please!” you wail as he drags you to your shared bathroom. You try to dodge and weave but consequently get your hair caught in his steel grip as he held onto a group of your braids. “Stop struggling and sit your pretty ass down.”

You pout as you plop down on the toilet seat but watch with curious eyes as Bakugou grabs your rat tail comb and stabs a spot in-between your braids. “What are you doing?’ He scoffs as he elegantly unbraids your hair. “I doubt you wash your hair while it’s still braided idiot.”

With calm accuracy, Bakugou takes down your hair from left to right, smacking your hands when you try to help. "You didn't want to do your hair with me around so I don't want you raising a hand to help!"

When Bakugou finishes, he grabs the mountain of hair and looks at you with wide eyes as he takes in your real hair. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You groan hiding your face in embarrassment. Bakugou shrugs, "I didn't expect it to be that short." He bags the rest of your hair and leaves to throw it out as you wallow in self pity.

With frustrated tears you turn away from him with your arms crossed. A hand hits you on the back of your head, "What's that face for!?" You turn towards him with your lip jutted out, "You said my hair is short!"

Bakugou looked at you dumbly as he watched you glare at your toes. With a sigh Bakgou turns on the shower as he speaks, "I never said it was a bad thing. Hell, i wouldn't care if you were bald." You study his face and feel your heart flutter. It wasn't often you got to see the side of him.

Your suddenly hit with a face full of pressurized water as Bakugou points the shower head at you, "Get that dumb look off your face and get in the shower!"

After you recover from your drowning, you get into the shower and put shampoo on your hair. Humming your favorite song, you massage the liquid into your scalp, completely missing the sound of the curtain opening.

It wasn't until you felt a warm presence behind you and breath tickling your ear. "Why do you have the water at 100 gotdamn degrees in here!?" In your haste, you nearly slip and bang your face against the shower wall. "I'm not even gonna ask." Katsuki muttered as he adjusted the knob.

"Why are you in the shower with me?" Bakugou rolls his eyes and turns you back around, and for a moment you thought he wanted to get ✨freaky deaky✨ in the shower. That of course was until you felt fingers rub your scalp in soothing circles.

"Ah~" Bakugou smirked as he heard your sound of pleasure. In reality, he was taking the time to get used to touching your hair. Because it was in braids, he never got to fully feel your hair texture. But now he could not only feel it dry but wet and he must say it's a strange feeling.

Side note: am i the only one that thinks straight hair feels slimy when wet? Like i can't stand touching non black hair when it's wet it feels so icky.🤢

When washing is said and done (of course with a loving make out session: details not included) You somehow find yourself in between Bakugou's legs as he parts your hair. "Wait a damn minute, you don't know how to do my hair!?" You say reaching back to grab the comb only to get your hands popped. 

"Your mom taught me that trap card." Bakugou smirked as you rub your battle wound. "That's it, I ain't letting you hang with my momma no moe." Bakugou applies your repair oil in the parts, and massages it into your scalp once again, soon making your eyes roll back from the feeling.

"Do you want to use Grandma's Recipe' or "WonderGro Jamaican Black Castro oil"?" Bakugou asks, reading your grease labels. You sit there and shrug, "Jamaican." Bakugou nods and opens it gasping when he smells it. 

(It smells like blue slurpee on gawd)

"Can I eat it?" He asked scooping some of the dark purple solid onto his finger. "You can, but I can't guarantee you'll live afterwards though." You joke earning yourself another pop.

In the end Bakugou puts your hair in twisties for you to blow dry tomorrow. It looked better than you expected and you thanked him for it.

Anyone notice that when you look up short hairstyles it be shoulder length like, "sorry but im bald ma'am😃"

[pittbull-enthusiast]

Sunburn (Modern! Hockey! AU) - Albert Dasilva x Reader

Part 1

Oh my gaWD!!! I read this post and I totally got inspired by it, so I just had to write it out! As a self-proclaimed hockey freak and lover of Albert Dasilva, I just couldn’t resist ;)

https://graylier.tumblr.com/post/178226887046/so-i-read-something-about-hockey-player-albert-and

Warnings: Some language and like, one innuendo?

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Albert’s skates flew effortlessly on the ice beneath him, quickly changing directions when the small rubber puck would skid away. He breathed in the cold, damp smell of sweat and blood, relishing in the sound of hockey sticks colliding with the ice, grunts and yells of his fellow teammates, and the swift sound of his skates on the rink. Adrenaline pulsed through his body as he skated through the players, slamming one in the glass before skating off again. This was Heaven for him.

He came to an abrupt stop as his coach called the practice game to an end. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head a bit, his red locks getting even more messed up than before, when he was joined by two of his fellow teammates.

“Nice work out there today, Dasilva,” said Jack with a grin. “You’s definitely one of my strongest players out there.” Jack Kelly was the team captain for Albert’s high school hockey team, and he had the most experience out of anyone on the there. A compliment from him was a big deal.

“Thanks, Kelly.” Albert replied with a confident smile. Race skated up too and nodded, affectionately ruffling Albert’s hair.

“Damn right he’s one of the best,” Race exclaimed. “You seen him play against Queens last week? He had em’ shakin’ in their skates!”

“Yeah, just like you had me shakin’ the other ni-”

“Dammit Romeo, why’d you have ta come in and make it weird-”

“It’s not like you’re any better-!”

The boys continued to banter as they made their way to the locker room with a chuckling Albert and Jack behind them.

-

When they were done changing, Albert hoisted his hockey bag on his shoulder and walked out with Race, only half-paying attention to the story he was telling about some outdoor hockey scuffle he had gotten into.

“This guy was a real bruiser too, you knows how them Brooklyn boys are. He had been messin’ with Jo Jo the entire game, so I shoved him right into the bench! Man, you should’a been there! The look on his face was- hey, are you paying attention?”

The answer was no. Albert was not paying attention. Not to Racetrack, anyway. His eyes were glued on a (H/C) haired girl walking happily with Katherine holding what seemed to be posters to hang up around the stands. She was smiling widely at something Katherine was saying, and Albert nearly lost his breath when she flipped her hair to the other side of her head. Race’s eyes slowly followed to where Albert’s were trained, and then a slow smirk spread across his face.

“I see you’re admiring (Y/N) again, Al.” He said cheekily. Albert flushed pink and ran a hand through his hair, clearly embarrassed by the comment.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout Racer, she’s just my friend. Nothin’ else.” Race raised an eyebrow and glanced back at the pretty girl who was now hanging a banner on the entry of the rink.

“No ‘friend’ makes Albert Dasilva as flustered as ya are now, Al.” He chided in a sing-song voice. Albert rolled his eyes and pushed Race’s head while Race cackled and tried to swat his hand away.

“If that’s right,” Race started, “Then you wouldn’t mind if I just called her over-”

“Wait-”

“HEY (Y/N)!” Albert groaned and whipped his head around to where she was standing, his heart skipping a beat when she looked over and beamed, briefly making eye contact with Albert and... did her cheeks turn a little pink? No, Albert decided. She was farther away than he was, it must’ve been a trick of the light.

“Hey, fellas!” She called happily, carefully stepping down from her stool and walking over. “How was practice today?”

“Oh, you know, it was a total breeze.” Race said with a grin. “Right, Albert?” Race nudged Albert’s side and he nodded, trying to pull himself together enough to attempt a verbal response.

“Ahem- yeah, totally. Complete lightwork.” He coughed out, managing a smile. She must’ve thought he was a total moron. They’ve known each other since freshman year, hung out multiple times with friends, goofed off together in class, and yet here Albert was; a complete, blubbering idiot.

(Y/N) quirked her eyebrow suspiciously. “If it was so easy,” She countered, looking specifically at Albert, “Then why’re ya cheeks so red? Looks like a hard day of practice for you boys to me.”

“Nah, that’s just Albert.” Race said with a wink. Albert shot him a look and turned to (Y/N), who had an amused look on her face.

“I, uh… erm.. sunburned.” Albert stuttered, trying to ignore Race’s look of utter disgust at his pitiful excuse out of the corner of his eye.

“I keep tellin’ ya, Al.” Race taunted. “You gotta put that SPF shit on every day, you sweet little ginger snap, you.”

“Why don’t you’s go wait in the car?” Albert said with a pointed look at Race, and (Y/N) giggled. She loved how Albert and Race bantered with each other. It was rather cute how Albert would keep Race in check, considering it was always the opposite when they were on the ice.

“Fine. Fine. I can tell when I’m not wanted. I’m just sayin’, body’s a temple.” Race said dramatically while walking away towards the car. Though, not before giving Albert a wink and making a heart with his hands behind (Y/N)’s back as he walked away. That little-

“You guys are absolutely ridiculous.” (Y/N) interrupted Albert’s thoughts, and he realized he probably was scowling in Race’s direction. Quickly fixing his face, he scratched the back of his head and unconsciously stepped closer to her.

“Yeah, so I’ve been told.” He grinned. (Y/N) tilted her head up a bit to meet Albert’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but get lost in them. God, everything about her was so beautiful, and her hair. The smell itself was intoxicating. He realized that they had been staring for a little too long and glanced down, cheeks pink again. How the hell could she make him like this?

“So, you’re gonna be playing in the game next Friday, right?” She asked hopefully. She was blissfully aware of how flustered she was making Albert at the moment - not that it was hard - and how cute it was to see him like that. She nearly died right there and then when he bit his lip and looked back at her again, nodding his head.

“Yeah, I’ll be out there almost all night.” He said. “Will, uh, will you be there?”

“Yup, I sure will. I gotta go to the games anyways for ASB, but I um,” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Damn her nerves. “I’d go watch you play anyways, even if I wasn’t getting graded on it.”

Albert’s eyes widened and his heart quickened. She didn’t say ‘them,’ as in the team. She said ‘you,’ as in him, Albert Dasilva. Oh god. He had to say something, anything to make her realize how much he loved that. Should he say something flirty back? Confess? Ask her out on a date? Propose?

“Oh.”

Albert mentally facepalmed. What the hell was that? Nice goin’ genius, now she probably thinks he’s even more of an idiot than originally thought. As his cheeks flushed an even deeper red, (Y/N) smirked and stepped closer, raising a hand to his cheek.

“Damn, Dasilva,” She said, gently rubbing her thumb across his cheek. “Your sunburn is gettin’ worse by the second.”

Albert’s heart was pounding against his chest as he maintained eye contact with (Y/N). Her palms were soft against his cheek, and the gentle but mischievous smile playing on her lips didn’t just make his heart flutter, but also made him think that maybe he did have a chance (she was holding his face, after all). Maybe this was a chance to redeem himself from that horrendous sunburn excuse, or the dimwit response he gave when she complimented him. If he could just gather the courage to grab her hand, lean forward a bit more-

“Hey, (Y/N)! I could really use your help over here!” Katherine’s strained voice cut in on tension between the two. Albert looked over (Y/N)’s shoulder as (Y/N) took her hand off his face and turned around. Katherine was about to fall off the ladder she was standing on in an attempt to pin the banner up. Before he could offer to help her out, (Y/N)’s eyes widened and she looked back at Albert.

“Shit- I gotta go help her with that, I’ll see you tomorrow, Albert!” (Y/N) said and quickly sprinted away. Albert watched her run off and stood there, looking stunned and mildly disappointed before snapping out of it and walking outside to his car, where Race happened to be waiting (im)patiently. He threw his bag in the trunk and slammed it shut, then plopped himself in the driver’s seat and put his head on the wheel.

“Went that well, huh?” Race said with a raised eyebrow. Leaning closer, he said, “Hey, at least your sunburn’s lookin’ a lot better. What, you got some aloe in your pocket or somethin’?” Albert groaned miserably and Race rolled his eyes. “Do I wanna know what happened?” He asked.

“Depends on how well you can handle what an idiot I am.” Albert replied, head still on the steering wheel of his car.

“Try me.”

Albert explained to Race what happened and wasn’t surprised when Race yelled, “‘Oh’? That’s all you had to say to that? ‘Oh’? Are you outta’ your mind?’

“I wasn’t thinkin’ properly, Race! It’s not my fault, I completely lose my wit around her. My confidence completely goes down the drain; she probably is wonderin’ why everyone says I’m so cocky all the time.”

Race sighed. “Just stop beatin’ ‘round the bush and ask her out already. This is painful.”

Albert rolled his eyes and started the car. “She probably doesn’t even like me like that anyways, Race. She’s probably just bein’ nice.”

“Oh, so we’re back at you denying this entire situation again?” Race said exasperatedly.

“What situation?”

“Shut up.”

[new-to-this123]

To Hickey Or Not To Hickey?

As per requested

Can you do a imagine where you do the hickey prank on either Scott or Monty ?

Monty X Reader 

Warning: swearing

Word count: 1143

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It was saturday night and Jessica and Hannah were over for your usual saturday sleepover.. You had been drinking and playing truth or dare.

“Truth or dare” hannah said pointing to Jessica

“Truth” she answered

“Is it true that justin has slept with most girls or is it all a facade to look cool?”

“It's totally true. He's a whore” You started laughing.

“Truth or dare Y/N”

“Truth”

“Is monty really the one?”

“Monty was my first anything. He was my first crush, my first kiss, my first time, my first boyfriend, my first love. So ya i really think he is.”

“You're so corny it's gross” Hannah said

“Truth or dare Hannah”

“Hmm Truth”

“The picture that circulated last year, was it you and courtney?”

“Oh my god! What a good question!” jessica exclaimed

“Really Y/N??” answered Hannah

“Just answer the question” you laughed

“Urg yes it was. Now truth or dare Y/N”

“We've been playing this game for like an hour and we've only chosen truth, so i'm going dare”

“ I dare you to pull a hickey prank on monty”

You stared at her as if she had lost her mind.

“Have you lost your mind!” You exclaimed

“A dare is a dare” jessica answered

“Monty will be livid!”

“Ya be he won't lay a finger on you.Maybe threaten to kill whoever hicked you but he won't hurt you” hannah replied

“Okay okay tomorrow we can do it, and you guys can have your fun from a far”

“Oh my gawd we are so filming this Y/N”

“Why???” you questioned

“Because when he calms down we can show him the video so he knows its us making the hickey with makeup and not a real one duh” Jessica answered

“Okay whatever, lets get some sleep”  you answered worried about tomorrow.

~~~~The Next day~~~~

You woke to a pillow being smacked in your face and hannah and jessica laughing.

“Thanks guys” you said as you sat up.

“Lets go make our pancakes so we can get on with this sunday” Jessica said

“Y/N here, needs to go piss off a certain hot headed jock!”  Hannah added

“You guys are assholes” you said getting out of bed and heading towards the kitchen.

You made pancakes and ate and cleaned. Now you were all heading back up to your room.

Jessica and hannah were cheering “Y/N gonna do a hickey prank Y/N gonna do a hickey prank”

“You guys are insane! It's not that exciting!”

“Uuum Maybe if you were dating a sweetheart like me it wouldn't be a big deal” Hannah said.

“Im sure if you went up to clay with a hickey on your neck he'd freak!” you replied.

“Justin would freak too don't worry. But Justin and Clay aren't liberty highs Hot headed fight seeking, Montgomery De La Cruz!” Jessica added

“All the more reasons why i shouldn't be doing this!”

Jessica and hannah went through your makeup and found a few eyeshadows that, when blended, made the perfect hickey colour.

“Beautiful!” Hannah and medics said at the same time.

“it looks real!” you said looking in the mirror.

“he's gonna be so pissed” jessica laughed.

You walked to the park, which was not far from your house, where you were to meet up with monty. Jessica and Hannah had told clay and Justin to meet them there too. Clay was already there when you girls got there.

“hey baby does this look real” she moved the hair from your neck and showed him your fake hickey.

“why?” he asked looking at your neck

“just answer the question clay!” Jessica snapped.

“I mean yes but why?” he questioned

“can't explain here come Monty and Justin.” Hannah said

“shhhh” Jessica said looking at Clay.

“hiya guys” you said hugging Monty.

“hey baby!” Monty replied hugging you.

You all walked around town for a bit talking about your weekend and plans for the week. Everything was going fine. Monty hadn't noticed anything yet. You decided to go to Monet's for a coffee and we're sitting at an outside table. Suddenly a big gush of wind blew and moved your hair. Justin was the first to speak up.

“marking your territory real nice monty”

“what?” monty asked confused

“Y/N hickey, nice job” Justin laughed

Montys face dropped, and turned to anger real quick as he moved the hair off your neck and saw a hickey.

“what the fuck is that??” he asked angerily.

“I.. I don't, I burned myself straightening my hair.” you lied

He stood up and grabbed your hand and pulled you away from your group of friends. You looked back and saw that Jessica and Hannah were explaining to Justin and clay the whole joke.

“he's gonna freak” was all Justin said to the girls who were laughing.

“what the actual fuck Y/N??” monty asked looking you right in the eyes.

“it's nothing ok!” you tried to play it down

“NOTHING! You having someone else suck on your neck is NOTHING!!!” he yelled at you

“don't yell at me Montgomery” you said calmly

“don't fucking yell. I'll Fucking kill the guy who did that to you!!” he said moving your hair and pointing to your neck

“I told you I burnt myself!”

“Fuck you! Don't fucking lie to me!!”

The tension was high, you could tell your boyfriend was ready to kill someone. You looked over to Hannah, Jessica, clay and Justin,all of whom were laughing hysterically.

“hey Monty,! Bro come here” Justin yelled calling him over

He walked over to the table pissed.

“the fact that my girlfriend cheated on me is NOT fucking funny assholes” he said sharply.

“no what's funny is that…” Jessica started and you cut her off

“it's fake!!! It was a dare”  you said quickly feeling overly guilty for what you had just done

“you serious?” Monty looked at you in disbelief.

“yes it's makeup” Jessica laughed.

Monty moved your hair over, licked his finger and rubbed the fake hickey.

“you guys are Fucking assholes all of you”

Monty said sitting down

“Im sorry babe. I would never cheat on you, I love you too much!” you sad sitting on his lap wrapping your arms around his neck kissing him on the cheek.

“I love you too Y/N”

“it took so much to convincing her to do it. She kept saying you'd hate her and kill someone!” Hannah added

“I was ready to kill someone! Anyone lays a finger on her they'll die!” monty said seriously.

“remind me never to piss you off” Jessica added.

“you're all still asses” monty pointed out.

“but your favorite asses” Jessica smiled!

“oh Monty I love you” you said kissing him

He kissed you back and said “I love you too baby! Just no more stupid dares”

[wanderingfan]

Eiji and Ash Part 1

Someone needs to make a roleplay blog as one of Ash’s henchman who took a pic of him handing his gun to some soft boy and tweeting “OMG SOMEONE TOUCHED ASH’S GUN AND HE STILL HAS HIS FINGERS.”  This is modern times and I demand one youth to livestream and take photos in inappropriate times.  They would not live long but I say it’d be worth it.

I’m going to try to break down what happens and then talk about the little details that help make the scene work.

1) Eyes Meeting

When Ash turns around and Eiji sees him for the first time we get this shot.

His hair is still visible and at that angle it looks like Ash is staring right back at Eiji, but we never see exactly where his eyes land on.  So while we know Eiji is curious about Ash right away, we (and by we I mean Eiji) don’t know yet what vibe Ash is getting from Eiji.  This is a good way to stay solely in Eiji’s perspective at this moment.

Whether or not Ash stares directly at Eiji he doesn’t turn away from either Eiji or Ibe until Ibe mentions taking photos.  Eiji also doesn’t move until Ash turns his head away and then only turns his own head away once Ibe asks him for help.  From their first moments neither one seems uncomfortable looking at each other directly unless there’s an outside source (Ibe)

2) Don’t Tease Him In Front Of Your Friends, Young Man!

Here’s a hint of Ash’s perspective on Eiji.  Not just in his words but that this is him seeing Eiji’s back.  Eiji looks like a bonafide good boy (tm) with his clothes, his smooth hair and his gentle treatment of Ibe’s equipment.  I’m assuming here that Ash was looking at Eiji for a good two seconds and felt he needed to say something so the people don’t go “Hey why is Ash looking at that kid?”  I am also going to assume here that he’s genuinely curious about a man around his age and obviously prefers throwing a quip at him over conversing with Ibe the Adult. (tm)

When Eiji pouts tells him he’s older, Ash doesn’t tease him in an insulting way, but responds with a act of politeness that’s not very sincere.  He’s not trying to be rude or mean, or even look down on Eiji.  But he did nick a guy’s ear with a gun that morning so hearing a guy who looks like a fly could get a hit on him say he’s older than him (implying Eiji must be more mature), must sound cute to hear.  Like a housecat trying to hiss at a...L y n x ? ;)  ;)  ;) im sorry

3) guys did you hear ash let some baby-face guy hold his gun oh mah gawd…

So once Eiji’s done his part helping Ibe out he looks at Ash chatting with his buds.  Given that this is all in Japanese its hard to tell what Eiji can and can’t understand in English (I’m interested in what the dub will do with the fact that Eiji and Ibe would sometime chat in Japanese and then go back to English) but what interests him is...THE GUN.

He then asks...a notorious gang leader...if the gun he’s carrying is real.

Ash does not know what to make of that question.  Does this kid want to fight?  Is he asking what type the gun is?  Is he saying the gun’s not big enough- I’M KIDDING I’M KIDDING-

Of course Eiji immediately answers his own obvious question in his head.

He explains himself understandably.  He could have stopped there and Ash and his bar mates would have been like, “ Oh yeah, culture differences, I get why he’s curious.  Whatever.”

But then Eiji asks a question he definitely shouldn’t have asked.

“Can I hold it?”

He says it so nonchalantly, like he’s asking to hold someone’s pet hamster.  It doesn’t occur to him that Ash could do more than just refuse (I mean he didn’t know about the drunk who got his fingers chopped off  b u t   s t i l l) and just.  just look.  just look at that face LOOK AT IT.  He’s so honest!  There’s absolutely nothing for Eiji to hide and its so visible that he’s just genuinely curious and interested.

Bartender's tensing up cuz he thinks he knows what’s going to happen to this poor kid.  Ibe grabs Eiji’s shoulder and is mentally preparing himself to book it.  Ash is staring at this stranger he just met for seven whole seconds...

“Sure”

Now the bartender, who just gave a little snort at Ash throwing a comment at Eiji before, uncrosses his arms as Ash gets off his stool to hand this strange naïve man a tool he supposedly never trusts anyone with.

And we KNOW this is out of place for him, because literally every one of his bar mates are stunned by what’s happening, turning their heads with the fear and fascination of seeing a tornado approach a house, not going any closer but too curious to run to safety.  Skip’s smart so he latches onto one his pals while he leans over to see what’s happening.

Eiji is excited, but is also very careful as he should be.  He gently weighs it, turning it slightly saying it’s heavy (that’s not a euphemism is it) but makes sure not handle the trigger or point it toward anyone.  He politely returns it, and thanks Ash for trusting him with it.  Ash plucks it out of Eiji’s hand without hesitation, showing he comfortable he is with handling a weapon.  

4) After Effect 

Eiji then has another question, and this time Ash just calmly ask what it is.

We then get this shot, which if you scroll alllll the way back up...or I just...here I’ll save you some time.

It’s similar to the shot from when Ash and Eiji saw each other for the first time.  Only now it’s different.  This is a genuine interaction between two acquaintances instead of two strangers and instead of them happening to be in close proximity with each other; this is them deciding to speak with one another voluntarily.  So when Eiji asks if Ash had killed anyone, he doesn’t scoff at the question, but answers it with his composed and serious form of honesty.

We didn’t know how/if Ash looked directly at Eiji before, but we see how he looks at Eiji now.  He see him as someone who deserves a direct answer, even if the answers heavier than the handle of the gun.

Eiji, the good boy that he is, does not know how exactly to react to hearing his new acquaintance’s answer.  I don’t think he expected such a direct answer, or if he was even prepared to hear an answer to such a question.  He’s just noticing the distance between the two of them and how different Ash is from him, unsure of what to make of what he’s learned.  Ash on the other hand has found one definite opinion on Eiji.

He says in a soft, gentle voice so distinct from the way he spoke the entire episode that I’d wonder if anyone could tell that this was still his voice.  It’s not just a different form of speaking for a certain sort of people, its a new form of speaking for this specific moment, meeting a boy completely new to him and vice versa.

In the manga Eiji couldn’t understand what Ash said (Ibe decided some things are better left untranslated) but here I think Ash just mumbled softly enough under his breath that Eiji couldn’t hear it clearly.  Either that or Eiji did hear it clearly enough and he just found another thing he doesn’t know how to respond to.  Either way Ash decided to end the conversation and has Ibe get the interview over with, ending the direct interaction between the two for the episode.  Eiji later realizes how close he was to losing a number of appendages and hears more about how cool Ash is from Skip while looking him with a flushed face, but honestly I think I’ll just concentrate on what’s above for now.  So let me just leave with three details on why I think this part of the episode worked so well.  These are short I promise.

1 - No Extra Fluff

The only music was the barely audible bar music in the background.  The only sound effect were the ones the characters made realistically.  There was no filter to soften the image and no music scratch when Eiji asked the Question.  What we saw was what all the characters saw, and what we saw worked really well.

2 - Framework

The way their interactions were framed, with them appearing closer in proximity as the scene went on, among other things...was neat.

3 - Voice Acting

When I can tell the distinct change in voice between interactions, even when I don’t really understand the different styles of Japanese speak, I’m really impressed.  The way Ash goes from blunt with Ibe to cordial with Eiji to relaxed with his buds to taking Eiji’s question seriously to that moment where he speaks softly only to himself is a treat to the ear.  I’m also loving the voice acting of Eiji as well.

Okay I just spent...about 5 hours on this, so I think I’ll end it here.  I don’t know if you noticed but I kinda didn’t realize the show started until like...Sunday?  I think when it comes to talking about the Eiji and Ash scene I should spread out my writing on it to more than one day.  Still, I’m glad you read til the end.  Looking forward with fear tomorrow!

[andromedahawking]

NaNoWriMo, Day 1

1,667 words, done! Take a looksie if you’d like. (Warning: this is unedited, first-draft quality writing. Don’t expect AO3-level stuff here.)

Today was Tuesday, and that meant one of three things was going to happen:

Maria was going to have a very bad time, because American History would be devoted purely to working on the group project due at the end of the term, and she would have to do all the work, again.

Maria was going to have a normal bad time, because History would be divided between lecture and the project.

Maria was going to have a good time, because History would be 100% lecture, and the group project would wait until Thursday.

Needless to say, she really really hoped that possibility #3 was going to come through for her today.

She walked onto campus at 9, still bleary-eyed from the night before. She sworn she was going to stop getting so drunk, what happened? It was amazing how quickly she'd ditched that resolution.

“Yo, Taylor, wait up!”

She looked back. There was Adrien. “How’s it going today?”

“Awful,” she groaned. “You remember how I said last night was going to be nice and quiet and I’d go to bed early?”

“Yeah. Didn’t go very well?”

“No, it didn’t…”

He smiled crookedly. “That’s always how it goes, isn’t it? You say it, but then when it’s time to do it, it all just sorta falls apart.”

“Pretty much,” she said. “I ended up getting absolutely smashed and fell asleep at the kitchen table.”

“Oof. That sounds rough.”

“It was fun up until about 2, then I tanked, hard.”

“Well, at least you had fun?”

“I guess.” She opened the door to the History building. “I at least got my stuff for today done before I started knocking back shots.”

“That’s good,” he said. “I know Monaca’s gonna be doing stuff that we won’t understand if we didn’t do it.”

“Does that mean there’s no group project stuff today?”

He made an uncertain noise in his throat. “Mayyybe. Maybe not. I dunno. It’s gonna be something, but I don’t know what exactly.”

“It’s gonna be ‘something’? That’s specific. Very specific.”

He smacked her arm playfully. “Don’t knock me for not knowing. It’s not like she’ll follow the syllabus to the letter.”

“If she does, today is gonna suck.”

“I hear you, sister.”

They entered the classroom. The seats were empty, but Monaca was there at her desk, feet up, book in one hand, bottle of Snapple in the other. “Mornin’,” she greeted, not looking up from the book. “How was your weekend?”

“Saturday was okay, Sunday and Monday… ick," Maria said, sitting down. “I’ve had better days than those.”

“I didn’t really have much going on this weekend, so it was pretty meh,” Adrien said.

“Anything worth going into detail about, Maria?” Monaka asked.

“Not really. Sibling rivalry, too much to drink, the usual.”

“That’s a shame. Hope today goes better.”

“Me too.”

—

The rest of the class trickled in, looking various levels of tired and/or hungover. Apparently there had been some sort of party in one of the dorms or something. Whatever it was, it made her feel a bit better knowing she wasn’t the only one who’s head felt ready to explode.

When 9:30 hit, Monaca put down her book. “Okay, is everyone here?”

“No, we’re missing Jackson and Hannah.”

She let out a sigh. “Okay, well, we’re gonna have to start without them, I’ve got a full class’ work for you today.” She stood up. “So, let’s start with a question: I say 2050s, what comes to your brains?”

“Mazer!”

“Mazer.”

“Energy grid.”

“Mazer.”

“Teller City.”

“Energy revolution.”

Monaca smiled. “That’s what I figured. We had two presidents in the 2050s and a bunch of history happened, but most of us really only remember a few of the big things: President Mazer, Teller City, or the energy grid. I know you guys all had US History in high school, but the first half of the 21st century is a bit, ah, fuzzier in terms of analysis than the rest of the timeline. Then, of course, anything past ’64 is just too fresh off the presses to touch quite yet, and I don’t think I need to tell you why. How many of you were born before or during 2064?”

About half the class raised their hand, Maria included.

“Yup. Thought so. In general, if the people being taught about it were alive then, it’s better to avoid teaching it.” Monaca turned on the smartboard behind her. “2050s, however, are fair game, which makes me a very happy person, because that’s what I focused on when I was in college. So, this unit will be devoted entirely to going through the 2050s, with special focus on the details of what made the big changes possible. If you guys want to know what got the energy grid started, or why Mazer was so popular, or when Teller City became a hub, this is a good time to pay extra attention in class.”

“2050s 101?” someone quipped.

“2050s 202, thank you very much,” she said, grinning. “And, don’t think I forgot, anyone—”

Oh, no. No, no no no no.

Oh, and there was the rest of the class, groaning with her.

“—the group project is due on December 1st, last day of the semester. I’m going to be very generous, and give you the second hour of all the Thursday classes to work on it.”

“The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away,” Maria said through her hands.

“You’ll be fine, guys, don’t be so dramatic,” Monaca said. “And besides, you got to pick your partners, so really, you should be thanking me.”

“Thank you?” Adrien said.

“You’re welcome. Now, 2050! Let’s get started with 2050.”

—

“So basically, 2050 was 2049, except somehow even more devoid of anything important,” Maria said to Adrien as they left.

“Yeah, pretty much,” he nodded. “But it sounds like things start getting interesting in 2051.”

“I really hope so, ‘cause I’ve been a good girl and not fallen asleep in this class yet, and I don’t wanna break my streak.”

“You’re a freakin’ nerd, Maria.”

“I’m a cool nerd, you jerk, and don’t forget it.”

“Mm-hm. Whatever you say.”

“See you in English tomorrow.”

“No, German, remember?”

“Same difference!”

She waved goodbye to him, and made her way back to the parking lot. Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Thalia: hey loser before you come back you need to go grocery shopping

Oh, so that’s how it was gonna be today?

Maria: Hey loser, when you get out of bed, you need to get in the fucking shower like I told you before I left.

Thalia: I *did*. *Gawd*

Maria: Keep up the attitude and I will kick your ass into next Wednesday. Get in the shower, now.

Thalia: I already showered! jfc

Maria: Thalia, I will not hesitate. Get. In. The. Shower.

Thalia: I. ALREADY. DID.

Maria: If you’re lying I’m taking away your computer again.

Thalia: Im so fuckin scared

Thalia: it isnt like I *showered* or anything

Thalia: unlike what my sister thinks

Maria: Keep it up, Thalia. Keep it up.

Thalia: we need cheddar and we need ketchup and we need burger patties

Maria: I hate you.

Thalia: mwah

Maria growled, shoving her phone back into her pocket. Why did little sisters have to be the most infuriating creatures on Earth?

She got in her car. “Tesla, I need to go to the grocery store before heading home today, remind me.”

“When would you like to go?” the car asked.

“No later than 15:00.”

“I will remind you at 14:00.”

“Thanks. Take me into the city, I have to meet up with John today.”

“Where are you meeting?”

“Down at that ritzy place on Columbus.”

“Giove?”

“Yeah, Giove.”

“We’ll be there in 15 minutes, with traffic.”

“Sweet.”

—

Giove was a nice Italian restaurant in San Francisco’s Little Italy. Maria saved going there for important meetings or special occasions. Today, with John… it was sort of both.

Thinking about it, it hadn’t been all that long since she saw him last. It was November 1st today, and she’d seen him in July. So that was, what, a few months? Not that long, in the grand scheme of things. John lived in New York, anyway, so getting out to see him wasn’t something they’d planned on happening frequently. When he’d called last week to suggest meeting up, she had offered to let him stay the night, but he'd declined. “Church stuff,” he’d said. Whatever that meant.

The fog was starting to burn off when she arrived, the sun shining through a small hole in the blanket of gray. It was still plenty cold for her taste, so she hurried inside and got to their table.

John showed up a few minutes later. He looked a bit better than last time: he’d gotten a neater haircut, and his facial hair was less unruly. He was wearing a button-up shirt this time, which was an interesting change. She wondered what he would look like in a three-piece suit.

“Hey there, Maria,” he said, sliding into his chair. “How are you?”

“Hoping to get rid of the last of my hangover with this lunch,” she said. “How about you?”

“The Hyperloop gives me anxiety, but less so than other modes of transport,” he said. “Other than that, nothing incredible is happening in my life.”

“That so?”

“Well, besides the obvious.”

“Right…” she said. “…I’ll get it out of the way, you and I are both thinking about election day, right?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I’m not looking forward to it. It’s going to be one of the closest in recent history.”

“Closer than ’64, do you think?”

He frowned as he thought about it. “On an electoral level, probably not, but popularly, it’s going to be very tight. It could go either way.”

“I’ve been trying not to think about it, but… it’s hard,” she said. “I turned off my WiFi in October.”

“Same here,” he said, laughing weakly.

[spacecat-nova]

TRIGGER WARNING

SELF HARM. STUPID STUNTS. BODILY HARM.

Turning on the camera he sighed not really sure why he keeps doing this.

On one hand he loved any ounce of love or appreciation he could squeeze out of somebody. On the other he knew these stunts were getting dangerous. He decided the love he gets is far more important. No one ever loved him before anyway. So if he quit what was he to do? Go back to a boring lonely life? Not happening. Not yet.

As he finishes putting on the costume for the show he goes live for the world.

Of course one of his biggest fans is the first one to pop in, "hello, im coming to see you soon. :) ".

"Yes, i know. we have a collab we are doing together next week for our fans."

"Haha, yeah. :)"

He looked at the chat confused as why they brought that up. He decided on that they were just reminding him. Now sifting his mind into focusing on the performance. He started his introduction as always telling new comers how it worked and giving warnings and telling old fans to enjoy the show. 'What crazy stunt should i do tonight?' He wondered as the hundreds poured in.

He always made a great show for the fans and knew he wanted to do something even more crazy then last night.

But what would top the gore magic tricks he did? The fans loved the sewing needle under the skin. Maybe more self harm was needed. The more he suffered the more the fans cheered and went crazy with the donations.

As the numbers slowed and his introduction finished he decided on a dangerous trick. Dragging over a metal frame he looped a noose around it and had two arm cuffs on the sides; to make the trick that much extra he placed a sharp spike pointing up right below. The people were already going crazy in chat so this just pushed him to continue.

Using a step stool he got ready.

"You all want to watch my best trick? Ive only practiced this one once!" That was a lie he had practiced it hundreds if not thousands of times trying to get it right, but who would be the wiser?

He took a deep breath and got in place. Neck in the noose, arms in the cuffs to pull himself up if needed...very sharp spike below.

The trick was to escape death without also stabbing himself like a human kabob if he fell.

One last deep breath because he knew how painful this trick was to pull off...1. 2. 3. He kicked the stool out from under him and a few feet away. No backing out now.

He began to struggle with the rope the frame and even his own breathing.

After a few minutes of this...He was failing. He was afraid. He knew if he couldnt get free soon he could very well strangle himself. 'Was it worth it? All the attention? All the money? Was this really all worth it?' He promised himself if he made it out some how some way... this will be his last trick. He would return to his normal boring lonely life...if he could live to see tomorrow.

Two more minutes passed. He was blacking out. He didnt have the strength to escape. He was going to die... why? Why did he keep digging this rabbit hole deeper? He could of stopped. He should have stopped! He was angry at himself as he fought for a breath of air.

*BANG* His fornt door flew open.

The fan...his friend...the one thats always been there was now staring at him form the entry way. 'Oh gawd thank yes! Someone came to help me! I wont die!' Happy thoughts of freedom rushed his mind. They offered a friendly smile that quickly turned terrifying as they laughed and stepped closer.

Stepping in front of the camera they pulled out something long that he couldnt see. They asked the camera "Are you guys enjoying the show? Do you want more?" As they showed off the item to the camera you could hear the dings of donations pouring in and dings of excitement. Fear poured back into his now weak and very ready to pass out body.

The fan turned to him, looking into his eyes still chuckling. He feared what was coming. He feared this person...this once just a fan. The fan he now thought of as a friend. The fan he had invited in his house many times.

They got close and their breathe was hot on his cheek. "I told you i was coming soon"

Hot pain filled his chest. Something was now between his ribs. It hurt. It was horrible. Now he wishes he would black out or just die. The fan walked around the house chuckling. He could hear them coming back and suddenly something heavy hit him in the back and the head.

A thud as the object landed. The fan cut him free pushing him forward away from the spike...still it caught his leg and went threw the calf. Hot blood poured into the floor. They now picked him up by the rope. "See guys all part of the show! Its all fake. And he is fine. Tell them!" Going in and out...more out then in. He muttered "its...nnn--.. fine..." They slapped him in the face a few times. "See he is fine. Now bye guys and remember to pour that love in!"

The stream still dinging with donations and cheers from stupid people thinking it really is all just a show.

As they turned off the camera. He knew this really would be his last performance.

[wemermaid4this]

i would love a fic where lance vomits in his sleep from some awful flu or food poisoning or something! and someone (whoever you prefer) is there to wake him up and take care of him!

Im not a huge fan of writing sicfics on my phone but a 4 hour flight, gave me a littleMotivation. Unfortunately I may have gone off course of the request you asked.But here goes my first Answer :)

YOU HAVE A FRIEND IN SPACE

“She suppose to be 16…my mama and Papa will give her a huge party, I know because it’s all she ever talked about in her letters, back at the Garrison.”“She kept asking me to come home for it too, I wonder if she’ll be upset that I couldn’t be there, or maybe she thinks I’m dead.”Blue growls at him.“Sorry Blue, it’s just… I miss them and I don’t know if I’ll ever get a chance to see them again.” That’s where Keith finds Lance, talking with Blue in her Hangar with the shield up so no one can disturb their privacy.“Lance?” Keith calls, when he find him sitting on one of her paws.He’s curled up with his arms around his legs, and his head held low.“Lance? Allura asked me to look for you, she wants to talk about training…”Blue drops her shield, and lifts her paw to let Lance know he needs to get off and talk to him.“Hey! Blue.” He whines.He can hear her thoughts and they both know Allura is in charge, if he needs to be somewhere, then Blue will make sure he gets there.“I know, I know…” he mutters. “Who’s turning 16?” Keith asks, trying to start up a conversation.“My sister… how much did you hear?” Lance asks feeling slightly violated by his private conversation with his Lion.“Not much, just that she would have a party… I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, I just overheard…” Keith tries to explain.

They stay silent for most of the way up the elevator. Keith knows he keeps a few secrets as well, so he doesn’t try to pry but he wonders what else he talks about to Blue.Keith knows that he and Red have bonded a lot over the course of their time on the castle, but he doesn’t recall ever going down to Red and talking with her. He wonders if that’s something he should start doing.“Do you talk to her a lot?”Lance sighs like he is tired and hasn’t had much sleep, or maybe he sighs because he doesn’t want Keith interfering.“Yeah, back at home there was always someone to talk too, my brothers and sisters, even my mama and papa would listen to my stories, so yeah it’s nice to have someone to talk to… if you must know.”

“I do actually!” The Princess announces.“Why don’t you tell me where you have been? We have been looking for you for over 10 ticks now, how can we form Voltron if you"re Missing?” Lance is oblivious to the fact that everyone is in their space gear, now that he is paying attention, even Keith is fully uniformed.“I was in the Hangar, I didn’t know..” he flushed.Allura doesn’t let him finish.“Lance, you need to be prepared for Zarkon.. how can I trust you as the Blue Paladin, if I can’t even find you for training!”“Let me… Um… I have to get my uniform I’ll be right back.”He runs out before Allura can suggest otherwise.

He aware of the danger the galaxies are in, he has seen dead planets and dying planets first hand now, but it doesn’t change the fact he didn’t t ask for any of this.He is in full uniform and back in the main room in a mere 5 ticks.Allura sends out instructions and the next 2-3 hours are spend training and forming voltron.

“You okay Lance? Don’t let her get to you.” Shiro says during their simulation. Lance is tired, but he doesn’t feel like that’s a valuable excuse when everyone’s doing what they can to prepare for a fight against aliens who want your planet destroyed.

“Aren’t you being kind of easy on him? Pidge suggests."If this was a zarkon attack we would all be dead.”There is any uneasiness that drops in the pit of his stomach, It makes his queasy, but mostly he’s irritated that their talking about him like he isn’t there. Lance just wants to get back home, and he isn’t talking about the castle.“Guys I can hear you.”“Don’t listen to them Bro, you’re hear now and we’re almost finished with training.” He hears Hunk say.He continues to finish their simulation and he can feel the exhaustion get to him. When he gets back to the castle, It’s late and coran has prepared dinner, but he doesn’t join them, lance doesn’t think he could keep down any food right now so he heads straight to his room instead.

He’s doing fairly well in training, he always has actually, but he can’t help but let his little insecurities affect his training either.

“Dammit” he swears when he realizes the tears coming from his eyes.

There is a knock at his door and all he can feel is his heart pulsing from his own anxiety. He can’t answer the door when he looks like a mess, but he can’t keep them waiting. Lance clenches his fist and whimpers.“Ho..hold on…” he can’t seem to keep his breath steady either.It reminds him of the time he lied to his mama about eating cookies before dinner, and how he couldn’t keep the lie going without crying.Gawd, he misses his Mama.“Lance buddy? Are you okay? I uh brought space goo, thought you might be hungry since you missed dinner.”It’s Hunk on the other side, and a part of his anxiety eases. He is shaking when he opens the door.“Brought you some space goo… Lance, are you okay?” Hunk asks when he realizes that He is still in his space gear shaking.There is a long silence.“I didn’t mean to hold up training.” Lance says in one breath.“I know that I’m not that good, and I only made it to fighter pilot because Keith dropped out, but I’m trying. I’m doing the best I can, even blue knows…”“Lance buddy,"hunk puts the dish on the floor and hesitates to put a hand on Lance."Were all doing our best. It’s tough, your tough, so I don’t like seeing you like this.”“Sorry. I.. sorry this is my problem, I know everyone has something going on, you shouldn’t have to see me like this.”Hunk finally puts his hand on Lances shoulder.“I’m good, your good… get someGoo and a good nights sleep. Everything will be fine in the morning.”Lance sniffs. “Yeah, thanks Hunk… it’s good to have a friend out here in space, I don’t know if I could do this without you.”They share a small smile before Hunk let’s Lance rest.Lance frowns when the doors closes, he looks at the goo on the floor and pushes it away with his foot. He’s not hungry, he blames it on the training, but if he was being honest he’s been off his game since that morning, and right now he can’t believe he let his guard down, even if it was Hunk.He knows that everyone is struggling with the fight against Zarkon, and he doesn’t want his insecurities to bring down the team. He vows that tomorrow will be different, he will go to sleep and when he wakes up he’ll go back to happy joking Lance persona that he spent half of the year perfecting.

He isn’t aware that his body has other plans for him.Lance dreams about the ocean and feeling the sun warm against his tan skin. He dreams of surfing with his brothers while he can see his sisters on shore, building sand castles.It’s a good dream, there are no Paladins, no running for his life, or fighting off Zarkon.It’s just him laying on his board, the ocean waves keeping him damp, while the sun burns his skin. At first it felt good, but the longer that he lays under the sun the more uncomfortable the heat began to feel, lurching forward on his board he realizes it isn’t the sun that’s irritating him but his stomach.Pressing a hand against his bare midriff, he can feel his throat tighten.“HUuurp.” He swallows, while trying to take a shaky breath. “Lance are you okay bro?” He doesn’t know who’s talking, he can only feel the burning sensation that’s coming and pushes him forward and into an upright position on his board.“Lance.. Lance wake up!”Instantly Lance is awake rolling to the side of his bed.“HUUUrgh” a mix of sick and saliva dribble down his chin but most of it is on the floor and his shirt.“I.. I don’t feel good.” He takes a shaky breath before a burp emits from his mouth.“You have a fever, buddy. You gotta wake up”His eyes are blurry from the Fever and dry tears from the night before. He’s rubbing at his eyes and the saliva on his face.“I am up.” Lance whimpers.He doesn’t have to open his eyes to know it is Hunk in the room with him, he can feel his weight on the bed, and his hand rubbing gentle circles on his back.“This isn’t the space food I gave you is it? I don’t know what to do if everyone in castle ends up like you.” Hunk teases.Lance moans, before another round of sick lurches him forward again.“You think your gonna be good buddy?” Hunk asks after a few more minutes.Lance doesn’t have much of a voice, he afraid if he talks he’ll get sick again, so he tries to lay back down.Hunk keeps him upright for a second longer, he quick to take his soiled shirt off before letting him lay back down. Hunk tosses the shirt into the corner of the room before wrapping the comforter around Lance to keep him warm. “I don’t think we have any medicine… but I can bring you water, and I can ask The princess about getting you a pod?” Hunk says.

Lance has never felt ashamed about getting sick before. Colds, and the flu were so common in the McClain home due to such a large family, that he was familiar enough with the symptoms, and he had always been told it was better to be honest about his health then to lie. This shouldn’t have been any different, but the idea that Allura and the other paladins had another reason to call him weak… it only muddled with his brain.“ I… I just want my mama.” He whimpers.Hunk brushes a hand over his sweaty forehead.“I know, but she isn’t here. Don’t worry though okay bro. I’m here. I’m gonna make sure we get through this together.” Hunk says confidently.It isn’t exactly what lance wants to hear, but it eases his mind, because he doesn’t know what he would do if his Best friend wasn’t here with him to get through the fight,and he isn’t talking about the fight against his fever.

[blackexcellencedefined]

Strength, wherever it may lie

It's just hormones, I swear! Otherwise I'd be clinically depressed or something. There's no reason why a sane, seemingly well-rounded 20-something like myself would be in my bathtub, surrounded by rich bubbles crying my eyes out to Boys II Men radio. Ok I'm lying. I may not be clinically depressed but God knows that I'm stressed. Between studying for my Masters, and work and the childish nobody that I call my boyfriend and my overly needy mother, I'm just tired. I'm through and I'm spent and I'm just hoping that this new Lush bath bomb and a full wine glass can help melt some of this tension. As I'm finally relaxing some, my music goes quiet for a second, then resumes at a normal sound, the signal that I've received an email or a text, right now, I truly don't care which one it is. If it's work they can wait till Monday, let me have my Friday night please. When I start to soak deeper, my music starts to sound like a scratched cd with how much it's skipping I know that someone, most likely my best friend Melanie, is blowing up my phone. Knowing that I won't get it to stop unless I check it, I dry my hands on the nearest fluffy towel and check my iPhone. "Yo, you ok?" "Hey are you alright, are you still alive?" "It's ok Lainey" "He had a jacked up beard anyway" "HEEELLOOOOO" "Alaina Marie Jackson I SWEAR TA GAWD IF YOU DONT ANSWER ONE OF THESE TEXTS IM GETTING IN MY CAR AND GRABBING YOU BY YOUR PRETTY HEAD OF Hair AND DRAGGUNG YOU SOMEWHERE!!! 😡" "Idk where yet, but I'll do it!" "LAAAAAAAAIIIIINNAAA!" "Dangit Mel I'm here and I'm ok can a girl take a bath in peace!!!" "No Lol, hurry up and get dressed I'm coming over in 20 minutes" "No, I don't wanna go out" "Did I say that? No I said get dressed. Put on some sweats, I'm bringing brownies and ice cream" "Fiiiiiiine." I pull myself out of my bathtub, towel off and put in my comfiest gray sweatpants, never mind that they are Brian's, my cheating, childish, double standard holding, annoying, currently ex boyfriend. They're comfy and they're mine now, even if we stay broken up, they're staying right with me. He can take everything else. It's not like I want to put myself through this junk. I just don't know if I have the strength to break it off permanently. I've been with him for 9 years. I've seen him grow from a scrawny 16 year old with a cocky bravado, to a 25 year old semi-man that has grown into his own. I've never been with anyone else. Call it fear of the unknown or whatever, but I do know that it needs to change, and soon. Mel knocks on my door right on time, and when I answer she's holding a foil pan of freshly made brownies and a quart of cookies and cream ice cream. She's annoying, but she's the best. She comes into my condo, sets everything down on my kitchen table and pulls me into one of her bone crushing and World righting "Melanie Squeezes". It's everything I didn't know I needed. And in that hug I find the strength to do exactly what I need to do. While Mel is going on some spiel that I'm only half listening to, I grab my phone out of the vast pockets of my pants, pull up the contact that says "Baby" had send one simple text. "Come get your stuff tomorrow morning" It's time that I end this cycle once and for all. I know I can do better. I'm Alaina Jackson. A/N hello, all!! It's another story! And this time it's an original. It was a joy writing this and I hope that you all enjoy reading it! Just a quick note, if you noticed that there are very few physical descriptions of the characters, that was done in purpose, with this piece I wanted everyone to insert them selves in Alaina's or Melanie's shoes, or even Brian's. I feel that we all know, have known or seen a story like this happen in our lives in some way. Make it personal. And thank you so much for reading! Y'all are the best!

[kidcha]

So im super sick, right? Like 'vomiting every few hours for 18 hours straight' sick. Like 'no sick leave left so better take two days unpaid off' sick. Like 'cant even keep water down' sick. Its gr8 bc im miserable haha

Anyway so its policy to contact Manager when you arent coming in

Kidcha: Still sick. Be in tomorrow if im not dead. Thanks

An hour later after that super professional text, I get

Manager: So positive as always

I said IF, gawd. How much more positive do you want me to be?