#goddamn thats just a lot for such a heavy food

[doomednarrative]

FOUR BOWLS OF CURRY???

[gingerlee-holds]

Pokerants: Gorebyss

im using a random pokemon generator, i think i might stick with that moving forward. i had a little trouble getting to five problems about them but i got there in the end! just had to do a bit of stretching but my physical therapist says thats healthy. anyways uhhhh i love you guys

today is Gorebyss, this fella! #0368

this is what i gleamed from the 'dex:

they live in the southern seas at extreme depths, their body withstands enormous water pressure, and they're unharmed by ordinary attacks due to its body structure

they insert their thin mouth into prey to drain the bodily fluids, they feed on seaweed between rocks, and their body color becomes vivid after feeding

they have a light pink body color, which becomes more vivid in springtime or with rising water temperatures, and in Alola, it's almost blindingly vivid

its leftover prey meat sinks to the seafloor to become food for other pokemon

and now, screaming time

firstly, the Dex states that because its body can resist high water pressure, it can resist a lot of attacks. this is friggin ludicrous, genuinely- deep-sea creatures are not plated in heavy armor, thats not how that works at all!! look at the blobfish!! if you tried to stab that thing, it would die hilariously quickly, especially if above water! deep-sea fish have flexible bodies and soft tissues, which is to say, they gotta be squishy!! the bottom of the deepest trench on earth, the Mariana Trench, has over 1000 bars of pressure, which is like 100 african elephants balancing on your head. the one thing you dont wanna be down in the deepest parts of the ocean is rigid, because you'll get crushed like a soda can - you gotta be squishy, so that when youre crushed by the pressure, you can continue living.

also,,, quick sidenote, why do Gorebyss have seashell bras? look at the picture again, why does the Gorebyss have two seashells on its thorax??? do they have fucking boobies under there?????

secondly, it sucks the body fluids out of its prey like a spider or an insect. a wha? a wha??? it sucks??? this is a good opportunity to tell you about the types of feeding habits fish in the real world can display! 1, there are the surface feeders, which eat food off of the surface of the water - these are the bettas and guppies and such. 2, there's the bottom feeders, which eat leftover debris, like catfish. 3, the herbivorous fish that eat plants (algae aren't plants, they're protists which is the catch-all category for the creatures that are too weird for taxonomists to deal with), these are fish like Crossocheilus oblongus. 4, there's the weirdos who eat algae, like Bristlenose Pleco, aka, those fuckers they keep in the aquariums who suck on the walls lmao. and 5, there are the hunters, like tetras and barbs. "sucking the bodily fluids out" like a goddamn mosquito is not one of those five!!

thirdly, the Gorebyss vividly changes color in warmer water, like one of those hot wheels cars. alright. fish changing color is something that happens in the real world, but its uncommon and usually a result of other factors, not just temperature. for instance, cuttlefish (while not being fish) change color to camouflage into their surroundings using cells called chromatophores. cuttlefish are cephalopods though so a flounder's coloration might be a better example. some fish use bright colors to attract mates, or warn predators away (like lionfish! poison dart frogs also do this, its called aposematic coloration!). a creature becoming brighter in warmer waters is more characteristic of some types of shrimp, but even then its not a vivid change like the pokedex describes

fourthly, the pokedex states in the beginning that the Gorebyss feeds by sucking the body fluids out of prey, (which may be why its name is a combination of 'Gore' and 'Abyss' ooo very dark very edgy) but then later on it states that it uses its long tubular mouth to feed on seaweed between rocks. which is it, pokemon, because those are two very different things! in nature, function always comes before form, which is to say, an animal's natural appearance is only ever because it serves a role. a mouth adapted to sucking bodily fluids (pokemon are cowards and can't say the word 'blood') and a mouth adapted to eating seaweed are very different! for instance, take a look at that picture of the Gorebyss again, look at its mouth, then close your eyes and picture Dory from Finding Nemo. pretty different, right? dory is a pacific blue tang, and blue tangs get most of their food from eating seaweed in coral reefs. those two mouths, Dory and the Gorebyss, couldn't be more dissimilar!

and fifthly, the specific detail that, when the Gorebyss finished slurpin up the juices from their prey, the carcass just falls to the seafloor to be eaten by other pokemon is a bit simplistic, i would have liked to have gotten more specific details on what happens next. yes this is pretty nitpicky but i wanted to get it up to five so leave me alone. once a marine organism dies, the scavengers (we call em detritivores in the business) get to it first: these are crabs, starfish, and the aforementioned bottomfeeders! then, it begins to decompose thanks to algae and bacteria. the food web, especially the ocean floor food web (which is overlooked too much) deserves to be recognized for its vast complexity! tell me about the bottomfeeders goddammit!!!!

[lillian-nator]

please do more backyard au hcs this sounds lovely

PEOPLE AND AGES - Tommy (5) Kindergarten - Techno (11) 6th grade - wilbur (18) Senior - Tubbo (4) Kindergarten - Schlatt (19) Just Graduated, goes to Community college - SapNap (7) First grade - Punz (13) 7th grade - Dream (12) 8th grade - Gogy (15) Sophomore - Ranboo (6) Kindergarten - Fundy (15) Freshman - Niki (16) junior - Puffy (17) Senior - Purpled (5) Kindergarten - Big Q (14) 8th grade - Karl (13) 7th grade ----------------------- SPECIES AND RELATIONSHIPS (put into friend groups) - Tubbo (Ram, Schlatt's son) - Tommy (Racoon) - Ranboo (enderman, kind of a street kid) - Purpled (Purple Sheep, Dream and Puffy's younger brother) - SapNap (Demon, Bad's son, Punz's baby brother)

- Techno (Piglin) - Dream (Ram, Puffy's younger brother) - Punz (demon) - Gogy  (Mooshroom) - Big Q (Duck) - Karl (Parrot hybrid)

- Wilbur (Blue Jay) - Schlatt (Ram) - Puffy (sheep - Schlatt's cousin) - Niki (fish? mermaid?) - Fundy (Fox) ----------------------- I think that Philza minecraft just slowly keeps finding kids in his backyard, and he slowly grows very attached to all of them Just like every afternoon his backyard is FLOODED with kids And he doesn’t understand why he’s the house everyone goes to, but he’ll feed them He just slowly finds himself being really endeared by each of them ------------------- And before he knows it, Phil’s warning SapNap and Ranboo away from the water, and balancing Purpled and Tommy on his hips And he knows all their allergies And all their favorite foods And he’s keeping track of the high schoolers grades, bringing Dream, punz, and techno to their games  ----------------- CARPOOL SOCCER MOM Mr. Philza Minecraft --------------------- Dream: Basketball Punz: Football Techno: Baseball Puffy: Softball Small children: Baby Soccer -------------------------- - Phil keeps track of all of boys'  games and practices. Because goddamn it, these kids deserve some sort of parental guidance - Dream, purpled, and Puffy don’t have present parents - Puffy had to step up to the plate - Ranboo’s a street kid - No one really knows if he has anyone - Bad just chilling in hell ---------------------------- Schlatt is really working himself thin, but he tries hard, he really does And everyone can see how much he loves Tubbo Sometimes Phil will wake up and see schlatt passed out on their couch. He got off at midnight But as soon as he gets home from work, Tubbo is immediately in his Dad’s arms Schlatt animatedly talking to the boy But you can just see how much love he has for his boy He’s just a bit too young to bare the burden alone ------------------------------ And the thing is, is that all of these kids are so like, independent Like Phil just needs to feed them And tend to the youngest ones every so often ------------------------------- I think it’s like musical chairs To see who’s sleeping at Phil’s house in the morning Like - who’s on the couch? An air mattress? Guest bed? Sharing a room with one of his kids? All of the small children like to pile around SapNap, who is also a small child, cause he’s warm Punz also always has children flocking him ------------------------------- Punz is also that teen who throws the kids in the pool he cant go into the water himself, prefering to lay on the grass and in the sun, but he does love just chucking kids in ------------------------------- Phil drives a beat up mini van. It’s baby blue It's always filled to the brim with passengers very dirty many crumbs has balls just thrown in it all the time Footballs, basketballs, baseballs, soccer balls it fucking smells, we all know it does Phil owns like 4 of those kid car seats despite only having one kid in that age group ---------------------------- Also if you couldn't tell Niki basically lives in the pool she's a fish hybrid so its a salt water pool instead of chlorine because its better for Niki --------------------------- Tommy, Tubbo, purpled, Ranboo, and SapNap play baby soccer its the best part of this au It’s so adorable, and Tommy picks at flowers the entire time Sometimes. Ranboo will come and entertain him for a little. Try and get him back in the game. He gives up when Tommy sits down tho Ranboo will more often then not join Tommy cause mmmm grass Tubbo is insanely competitive as a little kid we been knew though When he gets older Tommy gets really into it But as a baby He just chases bugs Plus he’s a raccoon hybrid, so shiny ------------------------ HE HOARDS SHIT UNDER HIS BED IS A MESS he as in fucking baby racoon Tommy whats the word for baby racoon small baby kit Phil 1000% calls him kit BABY RAMS ARE CALLED BUCKS FUCKING EVERYONE CALLS TUBBO "BUCK" THATS SO CUTE IM LOSING MY SHIT Things go lost? Go check tommys room Bermuda Triangle of a bedroom Very much like - Phil has to have a talk with him about it And he’s like “ I know you feel like you have to take them Kit, but they’re not yours” “If you want it, just ask me and I’m

sure we can figure something out.” Tommy also loses interest as soon as he gains it tho Tommy chitters at them They nod liek they understand and go “Uh huh, sounds mighty interesting Kit,” And then they pick him and let him climb around them -------------------------------- So much rough housing like SO much they're hybrids man Tommy also teethes ok. Chews on shit when his canines grow in so does Techno, and SapNap, and Punz (Punz and Techno's canines already grew in though, but they still chew on shit) The rams Rub their heads against stuff Head Itchy ------------------------------- A lot of Phil’s days off are just spent by the babies, just who are growing in hybrid traits He scratches Tubbo, sapnaps, and Puroled heads They’re all growing in horns Gives Tommy things to chew on Purpled. Never gets full horns. They are always little stubs just barely sticking out of his hair. His ears looks more human than ram too. Just for some reason never really grew into his hybrid traits And purple eyes He gets so upset about it too, when Tubbos horns outgrow his, because he’s older He’s a bit different. But it’s like being brunette in a family of blondes. It’s not unheard of He just is tearing up and Phil is just like “oh Bud, come ‘ere” They're like 8 And Tommy just gives Purpled the biggest hug, because Tommy is a sweetheart as a kid ------------------- I think that even the older kids wrestle Like obviously Dream, Techno and the rest of the middle school gang do Because they’re so fucking competitive Dream is so quick to just. Grab someone and wrestle them to the floor No warning But like, you’ll catch Wilbur and Schlatt jumping at each other Or Wilbur throwing Fundy over his shoulder Or anyone just man handling gogy ------------------- Phil gets to a point where he calls them all his kids And asks where they are when they aren’t At his house ------------------------ Puffy bringing them (Dream and Purpled) over after school. They go outside and play. Puffy sighs and collapses at the dining table. Phil silently hands her a coffee. “I’ll keep em busy” he says “you get some homework done” She looks up, and puts her head in her hand, “Dream has basketball practice in an hour” Phil just pats  her on the back. “I got it.” ----------------- Also let’s talk about how much food Phil needs to buy Like even if it’s just lunch That’s like 15 growing boys He can afford it, He just has to watch out for allergies He buys so many fucking snacks man Whole damn store He goes through like crates of those little chip variety packs Tubbo only likes the crunchy Cheetos Tommy likes barbecue Niki likes salt and vinegar Punz likes Doritos He knows which ones they all like I’m just imagining Phil calling out for the kids And they’re like lining out of the kitchen Oldest to youngest so that Phil can help the little ones They can eat anywhere in the yard, but Ohil has the little ones eat at the picnic table They’re all dripping wet from coming out of the pool, and he needs to make sure they eat their fruit and popsicles, they have tons of popsicles. ------------------ Phil totally takes Dad tax Like a chip from every plate And a tatertot from each breakfast very dad of him to do ------------------- Not not Phil kissing each of their foreheads goodbye And “drive safe” And “have a good day" ------------------ He’ll still pick up Texhno And Dream and Punz, right by the armpits And tucks them into bed ----------------- Tommy when he gets wet He loves swimming but the poor baby: his fur It’s hard to get him in the water but once he’s in it’s hard to get him out Because he feels all heavy and sticky afterwards ------------------ Adventures in the woods TOMMY IN HID NATURAL HABITAT Small boy makes hidey hole You may be asking Does. Does Tommy crunch on the leaves He does Like on ever y single one Carefully -------------------- All of the little kids And even technos group Just bonk heads Because of the goats They all just do it Sometimes softly Sometimes roughly Techno always does it roughly tho Rough houser Dream doesn’t mind Makes it feel like he has a

herd Feeds a primal instinct for ram playmates Feeds a primal instinct for ram playmates - Small boy And puffy has outgrown it But a young piglin brute? Perfect playmate. ------------------------- AND THATS THE AU YOU'RE WELCOME

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Heatwave x female s/o?

Funny enough it's a certain someone's birthday today! Let's give a bitch one of her faves ;)

(Warning; SUPER long)

"Kade, hurry it up."

"Don't rush me, I'm almost done!"

Kade huffed. They had agreed that once a week, Kade was supposed to wash his alt mode. He had an especially muddy rescue today, Heatwave was always huffy after a mess, but today, he was especially finicky. It was why Kade was sitting there, buffing in the fresh coat of wax that Heatwave demanded he have on. He pulled away, and after seeing it was done, lightly patted his hood.

"Alright pretty boy, you're done. Imma go and eat a sandwich."

"Didn't we stop at a drive thru before we got here?"

"You whining makes me hungry."

Heatwave scoffed. He waited until Kade got into the house, before he helped himself out of the driveway, and pulling into the road. Just had to do one thing first, in case they came looking for him.

"Chase, you copy?"

"Yes, Heatwave, I copy."

"Good. I'm handling your patrol shift."

"But Kade isn't-"

"No one knows that. Look, I just need to let out some steam, Chase. You know how Kade is."

"...understandable. Keep me updated."

"Will do."

He hung up the call, sighing in relief. Good, they bought it. He made a left towards the beach, before he came to a halt, just before he made it to the parking lot. There she was. The reason why he wanted to look like a goddamn sports car today.

Brown hair that fell to her shoulders, fair skin, jewelry that dangled, and she was as glittery and stunning as a fallen star. He pulled up right in front of her, giving her just a small honk to get her attention. Her eyes lit up right when she saw him.

"Hey! I was just about to text you!"

He pulled down the window, giving the illusion that she was talking to someone inside.

"Sorry. Had to keep the hood looking nice for you. Like what you did with your hair."

She had gotten bored waiting for him, and had stuffed her hair full of little flowers. Alongside the glitter- this girl was far from boring.

"Thank you! I got you one too. Assuming you're gonna let me in?"

"Course, scoot into the driver's seat."

He opened his door, letting her hop into the driver's seat. She placed a little flower on the dashboard, before she buckled herself in.

"Sooo I take it this is the tour you promised me?"

She was from off island, so she was a little lost around here. He pulled out of the lot, and went back onto the road.

"Yeah, I'll show you around. You still got a week on the island, right?"

"Yep! I'm liking the sights so far. And the locals are definitely nice, and not just on the eyes."

Based on the way she strummed her fingers across his dashboard, she wasn't talking about the humans. He turned to the left, trying to remember to put on his blinker as he did so. She was, something.

"Well, we try to have some hospitality. Especially for tourists who just run into any ol' vehicle."

She huffed, arms folded across her chest.

"The door was open, and I've always wanted to see the inside of a fire truck."

Heatwave chuckled. What a story that was.

"Kade! Close the-and he's gone."

Heatwave groaned. Whenever he saw Hailey, that idiot always forgot the rules of the ride; shut the door when you get out. It was like coming into a closed room, and leaving without shutting it. Just plain annoying. He was about to shut the door, when there was a sudden weight in his driver's seat. He adjusted his rear view mirror. A girl. Tourist, given that he'd never seen her before.

"Cool! A real firetruck! I've always wanted to see one on the inside!"

Not a carjacker, thankfully. Just someone who was curious. He turned on his screen on the inside, and put on his best robot voice.

"Step away, citizen, this is official-"

He stopped once she tapped the screen, right at his nose. She looked fascinated by him, as if this is the first time she'd ever see technology.

"Woah! They have a computer in this thing- that's new! I'll only sit here, just for a second! I've been waiting for a friend."

She sat down in his seat, facing the outside and starting to mess with her phone. He was about to lay on the horn, when she sighed under her breath.

"Come on...I've been waiting two hours, guys."

She got ditched. He wasn't nuts about someone who literally just helped herself to his interior, but Heatwave wasn't sparkless. Not seeing Kade in the distance, he sighed.

"Input address."

"Hmm?"

She looked at the map he put on the screen. She hesitated for a second, biting her lip in thought.

"Uhm...I dunno where it is exactly. Its the uh, the hotels nearby, I think?"

Heatwave knew what she meant. He put the address on the screen, and turned on the light that signaled for a seatbelt. She looked around, as if she was doing something bad, before she grinned, and (finally) shutting his door, then put on her seatbelt. He tried to be quick about this (Kade was SUCH a whiner if he couldn't find Heatwave in the same spot he left him at), despite the fact that traffic was fairly heavy.

"That's so cool, you can drive yourself! Oh you are SO cool! I wonder where's the sirens on this thing?"

Heatwave shouldn't. Those were for emergencies. But traffic wasn't letting up, Kade would call and nag at him for leaving, and...well. She looked like she could use a pick me up. He let the button flash for her, and right when she pressed it, the sirens started to blare. She jumped in the seat, giddy as a sparkling.

"Oh thats so cool!"

Heatwave WAS pretty cool, when he really thought about it. She geeked out well until they reached the empty looking parking lot, then he put it in park.

"Please unfasten your seatbelts, and exit the- ow, the scrap is that?"

She stared at the face on the screen as she started to get out.

"What's...what?"

"There's something on the seats, it's...ITCHY."

She looked around at her seat. Glitter. She gave an embarrassed smile, before shrugging.

"I'm sorry, I got glitter on you. It's kinda my signature thing- wait. Is that...pre-recorded?"

Oh no. He tried to focus on the voice, rather than the itchiness.

"It's nothing to be concerned about-"

He sighed in relief when she dug her hand into his seat, easing that itch. She pulled away quickly, and he knew that face of shock.

"Oh my god. You're not...just a robot. Oh my GOD-"

"Shhhh!"

He pulled his shades back up, realizing it was too late to keep up the robo act.

"Look, okay, I'm not just a truck. But you NEED to keep it a secret. Do you understand?"

She stared at him for a second, trying to take it all in. She slowly started to form her words, taking a step back.

"Uh...are you gonna take over the world or something?"

"If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here with glitter on my seat."

She clearly had a million and one questions, everyone did, but he didn't have time to answer. He cut her off before he could speak.

"I just need to know if you can keep a secret."

"...i can. Especially since you helped me. I won't tell anyone, promise."

"Good. Now, I gotta hurry back, you stay safe. And uh- stop sitting in random trucks. Its kinda rude."

He shut his door, about to take off, when she gripped onto the door handle. He stopped, watched her as she scribbled on a napkin, before tucking it in his windshield wipers.

"In case you need me to say a proper sorry."

With that, she turned, and walked inside. He looked wround, and after making sure no one could see him, transformed, and looked at the napkin. A string of numbers that didn't make any sense.

Weird little human.

"Funny how after that you just couldn’t leave me alone, huh Heats?"

"I'm a rescue bot. Helping people is what I do. By the way, I'm STILL not over the glitter."

"You just mad because I'm cute."

She WAS cute, he'd give her that. He pulled up to a drive thru (the one Kade always went to), chuckling.

"Just order something, I don't want you hungry for where we're going."

"Oh sure, I got some spare cash-"

"No. I said I was going to treat you, and I meant it. There's a wallet in the glove box, use the cash."

She took it out, raising a brow.

"Who's 'Kade'?"

"Friend of mine. He owed me the money, so don't sweat it."

Well. He SORT of did, for dealing with him on a daily basis. After ordering fries, a shake, and nuggets, they were off. She raised a brow as she took a sip of her drink.

"Where ARE we going anyway?"

"Wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?"

"Can I at least get a hint? Please?"

"Okay, okay. One hint. It's got more flowers."

She thought about it for a second, and he wanted to laugh. She had such a cute scowl when she was in deep thought. Wasn't even looking out the window to see where that they had in fact, stopped by now.

"Is it...a flower shop?"

"No, but good idea for next time. Look outside."

She looked outside, and he felt her cute little feet stomp on by his pedals in excitement.

"No way!! Let me out, I wanna see I wanna see!"

"Hold your turbo horses!"

He tried to make it sound like it was scolding, but the laughter betrayed him. He unlocked the door, and like a fresh sparkpubby, she bolted. He had found this spot, full of flowers, and secluded from most of the usual hiking trails. Someplace they could really, and honestly be alone.

"It's SO pretty here! Why aren't there more people here?"

He watched her use her phone to take plenty pictures, and in a way, it was sweet, knowing she HAD to remember this place.

"No one really knows. Small island, lots of mysteries. You grabbed the blanket right?"

She stopped, before taking off her backpack and nodded. It was more of a tarp, given the size, but she did bring it. She set laid it out, and after getting her food, she sat down on her knees, giddy as hell.

"So. Am I finally gonna see the real Heatwave? Mr 'rescue bot leader'?"

They had been texting a lot since they first met, she knew damn well that stuff like that made him feel a bit frazzled. She really saw him as this incredible being. If only he knew he saw her the same way. He took a deep breath, just as he learned in yoga.

"Okay. I can show you. But you need to keep calm, okay?"

"I can do calm!"

"I love the enthusiasm, but freckles, come on."

Her said freckled face scowled as her arms folded across her chest.

"Fine. I'll be calm. Promise."

He transformed, and knelt down, trying to make himself look smaller. It didn't really work. She gawked at him, little eyes wide and mouth open.

"I...get it. It's a lot, and it's weird and confusing-"

"You did NOT tell me you were hot."

It was Heatwave's turn to be surprised. She wasn't repelled him; she was ATTRACTED to him. Oh no. Oh no, he was tracking her eyes- she was giving him a total once over, clearly trying to take him all in. He cleared his throat, tipping his hat down to cover his optics a bit. She REALLY thought he was 'hot' (which he learned meant 'attractive' and not 'on fire').

"Could uh...could the hot mech take a seat with you?"

She scooted a bit, patting the spot next to her. He was careful with the flowers, before he finally sat down. Heatwave found it difficult to make eye contact again, they both did. What do you do when a girl you REALLY liked called you 'hot'? Do you say 'you too'? Or 'thanks'? He was apparently super obvious with his feelings, she opted to get the ball rolling.

"So? Tell me about yourself! All I know is your name, and that you're a firetruck."

He finally turned to look at her. He had not much to say, but he did have a lot to LOOK at.

"I'm Heatwave, leader of the rescue bots on Griffin Rock. I come from the planet Cybertron, and I help citizens of this island anyway I can. I do rescues. I've also been in a few parades, but I don't like thinking about that. Kid's have REALLY gross hands..."

She chuckled, clearly amused. The whole time he was talking, he was super distracted. Her eyes looked like stars, her hair was soft yet wild, like the ocean, and her...mouth. Humans always looked squishy to him, but this one had such soft lips. They were glossy, and they looked so precious as she ate. The way her tongue licked the salt off of her tiny fingers-

"Heatwave!"

"Huh? What? What's wrong?"

"You were staring kinda off into space? And you're steaming!"

Oh no. He really was. He checked his HUB, and sure enough, temperatures were above normal. He cleared his throat, shaking his head.

"Sorry, sorry. It uhm...happens."

"You sure you don't want me to like. Feel your forehead or something?"

He was about to say no, but the idea of her hand on his metal...well. One touch wouldn't hurt.

"If it'll make you feel better. Knock yourself out."

He lowered himself down to her level, and she pressed her little hand against his forehead. Oh she was so soft.

"Woah. You are WARM. Like a heater! Oh this is nice actually."

She put both hands on him, now at the sides of his face. Her smile was...so close to him. Her eyes were full of wonder and comfort. She felt comfortable with him. He wasn't self concious about his looks, but knowing that someone so pretty, so full of wonder, found HIM attractive- it made his processor spin.

"You...you got a lot more freckles than I thought. Don't think I could count them all."

"Sounds like quitter talk to me, Heats."

Oh the way he smiled at her. He felt joy plenty of times, but this. This was something so incredibly different.

"I don't back down from a challenge. One. Two. Three. Four. Five...six..."

He was losing track. She smelled prettier than any flower here, her breath was hitting his lips. Then, it happened. Her lips pressed against his, and his spark was absolutely thumping. He hadn't ever...kissed someone before. He never wanted to, up till now. He, as carefully as he could, even pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. It was so sweet, so soft.

Then Heatwave got carried away. He pulled her closer to him, steam hissing from his frame as his glossa kept rubbing against her lips. Her mouth was small, but he demanded entry. She was eager to give it to him, and his glossa got a taste of hers. Still sweet from the shake she just had, it was a taste he wanted more of. He held her in place, not wanting to let this feeling go. She tasted so good, she was so warm, so soft, and wet, and-

"What's wrong?"

He pulled away when he noticed it. She averted her gaze, cleaning the oral lubricant Heatwave had left around her mouth.

"What...do you mean?"

"You're warm. Really warm. And your legs are pressed together. Did I hurt you?"

"No! No, I just...uhm...okay, this is embarrassing. I uhm...forget it, it was just that kissing you and..."

He looked confused for a moment, before he gestured to her.

"If I made you uncomfortable or hurt you, I really should take a look at it. Unless you want me to take you out to see someone?"

Heatwave wasn't dumb. He just knew you shouldn't be poking around someone's bits unless you absolutely had to. She leaned back into his hand, spreading her legs apart, and giving him permission to look. He lifted her skirt up, and saw, to his surprise, that humans had a valve. Didn't have the biolights he was usee to, but still so soft, hot, and at the moment, wet. She groaned into her hand, totally embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I just. You had your tongue out and it just, uh-"

"Oh. You like my tongue?"

Heatwave decided to be bold. He lifted her up, and slowly ran his glossa alongside her folds. Oh the way her legs shook once she felt him. He pulled away, a huge smirk on his face.

"Aw, you good there, freckles? Lookin' a little shakey."

Her face was flushed, her frame shook like a helpless bolt bunny- she was precious.

"Can you just...a bit more? Please Heatwave?"

Who was he to say no to someone who damn near tasted like rainbows?(it was a saying Blades used here, he assumed he was using it right) he brought his mouth up to her again, and dove back in. Only this time, he savored her. He lapped at her little folds hungrily, glossa threatening every once a while to bury himself into her. He felt her little hands grab onto his helmet, felt her legs squirm as she whined for him.

"S-shit, Heatwave. You're...mmph!"

He looked up at her, seeing how she clamped her hand over her mouth. She was enjoying this so much, she was even trying to hump his glossa, desperate for more. With his free hand, he clicked open his spike panel, letting his hand slowly stroke his currently leaky spike.

"Keep making those noises. I like it. I REALLY like it."

She gave him what he wanted, moaning and whimpering helplessly as her fluids started to drip down his face. It felt so good, stroking his spike to the sound of her little mewls.

"W-wait, wait a second."

He pulled away, forcing himself to put his tongue back into his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"I just. Didn’t want to finish like that. You deserve something too."

He let her go as she wanted to, before he found himself laying back, watching her as she faced away from him. He twitched upon feeling her hand at his sensitive metal, then her hot breath at his tip.

"Wait, I dunno if-"

Then her mouth was at his tip. Oh the way electricity shot up his spinal ridge.

"N-never mind. That. Keep doing it. Way more of that."

Heatwave couldn't just sit there and be lazy piece of scrap metal. He lifted up her skirt, and instead of using his glossa like earlier, he started to use his servos. He sat there, holding onto her cute ass, thumb rubbing in between her folds, all while she sat there, little tongue rolling against his spike, slurping and licking at the transfluids that came from him. He watched as heat rolled from his mouth and into the open air.

Then she came. All it took was a few quick, fast circles against her folds, and she cried out against his metal, dripping from her legs, down to his just waxed body. Suffice to say, hearing her little sounds, watching her as she she tried all she could to please him-it was too much for Heatwave. He overloaded right after, hand digging into the dirt underneath him. He wanted to sit there, basking in the afterglow, when he looked up. He didn't just stain his chest, he stained her pretty shirt. He sat up with a bit of a jolt, knowing he fucked it up.

"Fucking shit- I'm sorry, I'm usually messy but that was an-"

She chuckled, shaking her head, and wiping the bits of overload from her lips.

"It's just a shirt. Really, it's fine."

Heatwave wasn't a usually a 'no it's not' kinda guy. He usually believed when people left it at that. But something about the way she wiped her face free of his overload, made him think differently.

"Why don't I take you back into town, buy you some new clothes?"

"I mean....if you're offering and all."

Heatwave chuckled. Yep. He definitely had the hots for her.

-------------------

"Kade! Heatwave is back!"

Dani called out from the kitchen. It was well into the night at this point by the time Heatwave pulled in. Kade rushed out to meet him before he made it into the garage.

"Where have you been? Chase has been trying to-"

"I kept him updated on the situation across town, so unless an emergency happened-"

"An emergency DID happen!"

Heatwave finally decided to hit the breaks and pay attention.

"What happened? Is everyone safe?"

"You drove off, and I left my wallet in your glove box- had to cancel MY date because you didn't come back."

Heatwave sighed in relief. It was stupid, sure, but at least it wasn't a real emergency.

"Alright, hop in and get it."

He opened his door, and Kade reached in to get it. Once he hopped out, Heatwave drove into the garage to explain himself to the rest of the crew. Then he heard Kade yell from behind him.

"HEATWAVE WHY IS MY WALLET EMPTY?!"

He should feel guilty. But remembering her smile? He absolutely didn't.

[smorgasbordofobsessions]

liveblog: bnha/mha, vol. 1

i'm gonna assume that the chapters are the "normal" size for manga chapters, and just go by volume instead of chapters. also, i don't want to write over 300 posts.

ch.1

i know that kacchan is bakugou and i want you guys to know now that i already know that bakugou is gonna be in my top 3 favorite characters

yes, this is solely based off gifs but i can feel it in my gut

extra: "i'm sorry, sir... a villain appeared out of nowhere and smashed the train... i don't know when i can get to work..."

this is honestly the content i'm here for. i love the struggles of an extra.

midoriya is cute

kamui of the woods: "you're charged with unlawful use of a power during commuting hours..."

literally a different way of saying "disturbing the peace" but i'm actually sure - without knowing shit about the civil government in this series - that those are two different charges even though they're the same thing

the tree dude is giving me huge yamato vibes

oh heroes get income from the state??? i hope the benefits pacakge(s) are fucking amazing

kacchan! love this as a nickname for him

kacchan's a bully :(

oh well. they are only 14.

...you're really trying to tell me that doctors know if a person has a quirk by looking at the joint of a person's pinky toe? that's literally how they know (short of a manifestation itself)?

... i have no words for that, but i'm glad that just because this is a world with super powers, that doesn't mean that doctors are smart

i absolutely wish i had the self-determiantion of midoriya

all might had a very explosive entry into this comic haha

all might: "when next we meet, it'll be through a tv screen!"

all might: "pros must do battle with villains, and time itself."

oh kacchan and midoriya used to be best friends?

so now i fucking understand why people call this gaunt looking dude "all might"

so i'll assume that it gets explained at some point why it's only 3hrs he has of powers? or maybe that's his quirk itself, and he had a longer time period years ago?

if thats the case, that's like "tiger & bunny"

all might: "i won't denigrate dreaming. that being said... you need to see reality for what it is, kid"

midoriya: "my legs moved on their own!"

SASUKE?!?!!??!?

hm what the fuck is up with kacchan wow just say thanks for wanting to save my life

this is getting disgustingly long i'm sorry

ch. 2

all might is all tight!!!

all might: "there's a lot i keep close to the chest, but i don't tell lies

can all might devise me a training regimen because i need one

i'm so proud of midoriya. he's so committed. i really wish i could be like him

oh midoriya has to literally ingest all might's dna, interesting

ha! i'm sure there are fics out there where the ingestion was not food

ch. 3

please... i just want to know more about kacchan...

using mario characters in shadow form so you can't get sued - smart

napoleon bonaparte was a hero???

present mic: "and may you all suffer gladly the trials to come!"

i've never read mockingjay but this sounds like something from that series

all might: "when you use 'one for all,' clench your asshole super tight and scream the word from the bottom of your heart..."

this glasses duded said that he would've sacrificed himself to save someone if they weren't doing an exam and, hm, i smell bullshit, but okay

oh but he just realized that thhat might've been the point of the test, so, kudos

midoriya got into yuuei!!!

ch. 5

we love supportive mothers!!!

kacchan is not happy!!! that midoriya got into yuuei

imagine you had a teacher that literally rolled into class in a sleeping bag drinking a capri-sun

oh wow aizawa has expelled 154 students goddamn

this is a character i absolutely recognize since i see him on my dash all the time

ch. 6

i was literally just thinking that we need character profiles

shooting lasers from your navel... intersting

though, also gives a fun new meaning to "navel gazing" haha

...curious as to why you would erase a person's quirk, belittle them, then give it back?

then again, this method os.. teaching? motivation? has never appealed to me

midoriya concentrated his power into the tip of his finger and the last second. thats my boy!!!!!

ch. 7

aizawa's quirk only works if his eyes are open

he must drink eye drops

the results are in! no one is expelled, but midoriya is definitely last

todoroki is icy hot and he's 2nd

kacchan's third, glasses dude fourth, the gravity girl is tenth, and the only reason i recognize mineta is because i read his wiki page but he came in 19th

midoriya accepting a belittling nickname because a girl said she liked it wow

what does "deku" mean if it's a belittling nickname?

midoriya knows about past participles!!! love him for that

that's so cool the students got to choose their own costumes/uniforms!

kacchan looks great

honestly i have such a heavy bias for kacchan because i feel like i know him much better than anyone in the series! again, i see him a lot on my dash, so that familiarity with him makes me like him

but also he's My Type of character, so even if i had never seen him before i'd be into him

ch. 7.5

yes character profiles!

midoriya likes katsudon and he's great for that as well

ohmygod midoriya and ichigo share a birthday!!!!!

about kacchan: "originally, while still a natural born genius, he was also airheaded enough to inadvertently be hurting others without any malicious intent. then i realized that was lame, so i just went foll bore and made him explosively rotten and detestable."

the definition of some of my favrite character types haha

ochako's bday is dec 27, neat!

[hxneywrite]

Owl’s Den

summary : headcanons of fukurodani’s second year manager

pairings : none

warnings : crack? fluff, manager!reader gn

a/n : first post so sorry if its a little bit shitty, hope you enjoy tho :)

☆ first things first is that Kaori and Yukie absolutely BABY you

☆ like, it does not matter you are probably the most mature out of them, they will consider you their child

☆ “[Y/N]!! eat your food” “[Y/N] wear your jacket” “[Y/N] give me a hug”

☆ and so on

☆ this means they’re also vv protective 

☆ (tho so is the whole team tbh)

☆ like is they even see someone shady looking at your they’re whisking you away to bokuto for protection

☆ ((just cause bokuto is a BEEFy boy and lowkey intimidating))

☆ they just love you so much, plus they need to keep you safe cause you’re their legacy after they leave 

☆ [im not crying you are]

☆ now for the rest of the team

☆ Bokuto absolutely adores you

☆ cause youre like akaashi?? but also indulge him even more

☆ praise for absolute days  

☆ and thats just cause its so easy for you to praise him. like he is so cool for no reason while also being an absolute dork

☆ like watching a super cool cross shot you cant help but get hyped up

☆ “Nice kill!!”

☆ and boy does he eat it up

☆ever since you came along emo modes have been so much easier to deal with 

☆ (not that he doesn’t get them at all)

☆ also bokuto is def a cuddler 

☆ but you dont mind

☆ sometimes he’ll make a nice ass block and just pick you up and spin you (in those glorious arms) and just hoot in excitement

☆ like you dont know how he picks you up like youre a feather but he does??

☆ or you’ll be listening to coach giving feedback and bokuto will just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your shoulders and just chill there

☆ “bokuto-san, leave them alone” “akaashi~~ im just spending time with our amazing manager”

☆ now akaashi

☆ my absolute babe

you’re both in a the same class so he always escorts you from class to practice 

☆ [stopping to pick up bokuto on the way]

☆ and hes so goddamn attentive to you??

☆ like homeboy will always make sure youre doing good

☆ helping you with homework, making sure youre drinking enough, making sure youre comfortable with bokutos rough housing

☆ kaori and yukie have competition

☆ but youre a functioning human being so youre good most of the time (most of the time)

☆ he just cares about his manager a lot

☆ hes probably the closest with you on the team if not for the fact that you’re the only other second year (not just cause im a huge akaashi simp)

☆ the rest of the team absolutely adores you too

☆ and honestly youre just a great manager too

☆ like you take great notes, go out of your way to analyze other teams theyre gonna face, bring them water bottles before they even realize theyre thirsty, deal with bokuto like no one else, and are just the all around best

☆ konoha remembers one time you saved him from a bokuto serve to the fact and has worshiped you ever since

☆ [[plus youre cute af which doesnt hurt]]

☆ coach yamiji swears up and down that fukurodani is blessed to have you

☆ but because youre the best ™ 

☆ other teams and players notice that too

☆ so theyre also a little protective of you too

☆ okay maybe a lot of protective

☆ they mean well but they do not realize how intimidating they can be

“Hey, is that Kuroo talking to [Y/N]?” Anahori pointed out. 

All the players of Fukurodani whipped up to stare at your form across the gym.  It was the final day of the training camp so everyone was worn out. It was only reasonable for such a doting manager like yourself to want to take care of the players. Even if it meant players from another team. Even if it was the scheming captain of Nekoma himself who was currently shooting Fukurodani the most shit eating grin in the world as he brought his hand up to pet your head. 

Not that you noticed the intense stare down going on around you, too focused on talking to Kuroo about their team's progress over the training camp. 

“Lev seems to be shaping up well, but he still needs to work on his receives-” you felt yourself get cut off by a heavy arm draping over your shoulder and a hand shoving away Kuroo’s. Looking up only to see your number one ace staring at the middle blocker. The rest of the team filing in behind you.

“Hey hey hey,” Bokuto leaned in,  “Tryin’ to steal our manager?”

Kuroo just shot back a smirk, “never, we were just talking about our plays, no worries. Though it does seem a bit unfair you guys have three managers, think you could spare one?” 

His words seemed to light a fire in Fukurodani cause before you knew it a pair of strong arms whisked you away from the Nekoma Captain. Akaashi and Konoha decided to safely deliver you to your fellow managers while the rest of the team delt with the scheming middle blocker. Too distracted by the fussing Yukie and Kaori to notice the ruckus going on behind you. 

“I’m fine, really Yukippe.” You reassured. Oblivious to the screams of Kuroo being chased around by Bokuto. Or of just how much this rowdy team of owls cared for their beloved manager. 

[thisstableground]

2, 6, 14, 24 and 29 for Vansnavi; 10, 3, 26 for Vanessa/Ruben, and 7, 16, 25 and 27 for the trio? :o)

usnavi/vanessa

2. Who is the big spoon/Who is the little spoon?

has there ever, ever beenany question that usnavi is a little spoon? look at the man. it has a sort of weighted blanket effect on him and helps him wind down. vanessa doesn’tmind a bit of little-spooning as a post-coital cuddle but she can’t standsleeping that way, it makes her feel too claustrophobic. it actually takes thema while to figure this out though because of Gendered Assumptions andusnavi being too embarrassed to admit he just wants someone to cuddle him veryfirmly bc he likes feeling Small and Compact and Loved, but they both sleepmuch better once they do.

6. Who would have reallydeep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in themiddle of the day?

vanessa is dead to thegoddamn world at night and has her deep thoughts in the brightness of the daywhen she’s at full power and wanting everything fiercely and intensely and readyto go get it. usnavi is too busy to process any feelings properly untilnighttime when he tends to get overamped and understimulated by the quiet andis prone to bouts of insomniac thinking in circles.

14. Who kills the spiders?

neither of them. usnavigets all creeped out by them and vanessa scoffs and rolls her eyes like “god i’llget it then, you giant baby” but she won’t actually go near them herself, shevacuums them up, so usnavi always ends up getting it in a cup before she canbecause he has this intense fear that if she does it might lay eggs inside thevacuum cleaner and the next time they use it it’ll just spit out a thousandtiny spiders all over the apartment and then both of them will have to die immediately

24. Who is the talker/ Whois the listener?

usnavi is the talker, forthe most part, to nobody’s surprise! vanessa sometimes feels like she isn’tcontributing as much bc in her mind usnavi is also a better listener than her,bc even though he’s a chatterbox he pays such close attention on the times shedoes talk about serious stuff. but usnavi thinks that vanessa never, ever gives himthat look that some people give him where it’s like “what the fuck are you onabout?”, the one that makes him feel like he’s babbling stupidly, because evenwhen she’s teasing him or when he actually is talking absolute nonsense she still always makes sure to listen to him.

29. Who is the better cook?

vanessa. neither of themare amazing, to be honest – both make like, forgettably decent food, butvanessa’s tends to at least have more components and more effort put in. ithink that vanessa never really had much in the way of nice family meals - she mostly fed herself even as a very young kid - and when she’s older develops a sortof weirdly aggressive and vengeful self-care attitude. so her mom doesn’t careabout her, so fucking what? she’ll care about herself. she’ll make herself a nice dinner even though she’sthe only one who’ll appreciate the effort. she doesn’t need anyone else. usnavi has the exactopposite attitude:he has actually been taught how to cook by his parents and abuela, butif he’s the only one he’s cooking for, what’s the point inmaking an effort? the only time he really tries is when he’s cooking for him and sonny, and even then he just doesn’t haveany spare mental energy left to make it really good because cooking is exhausting. he isn’t terrible at it.it’s just like, yeah, this food is fine.

vanessa/ruben

10. Who likes sweet/ Who likessour?

i actually think both ofthem have a bit of a sweet tooth. they both like little pastries and bakedtreats and sugary starbucks mocha whatevers that they keep Very Much A Secretfrom usnavi. that said, i also think that vanessa is the one who grew up with alot more of the kind of mexican candy that is sold in the bodega, the stuffthat’s spicy-sour-sweet-salty all at once but definitely leaning harder towardssour.and ruben is the one who prefersall his alcoholic drinks fruity and sweet and sugary.

3. Who hogs the cover/ Wholoves to cuddle?

vanessa rolls herself up in a lil vanessa burrito while she sleeps andmaintains an unbreakable grip on the sheets that ruben doesn’t have the heart to trytoo hard to break, so he goes and gets another blanket and then wakes up anhour later realising that she has stolen this one too. (but when ruben has anightmare then vanessa gives up all the covers to wrap him up so that he issafe and covered up)

they both love to cuddle but also have limits –they’re actually far more likely to cuddle for a bit while awake then fallasleep just holding hands to give each other a little bit more breathing room.

26. Who likes to eathealthy/ Who loves junk food?

they’re both asimilar level of fairly healthy but not overly invested in diet. they get a decentamount of vegetables. vanessa is definitely a snacker and also eats nutelladirectly out of the jar more than a grown adult probably should, but rarely misses proper meals. ruben eatsmore healthy in general but when he’s working on a project he’ll eat likegarbage and drink a thousand cups of coffee.

trio

7. Who sweats the smallstuff?

rubeeeeen. oh my, soruben. even this far into the relationship there’s a lot of “are they mad at me? i think vanessa isblinking in a way that means she’s mad. i forgot to close the door on the wayinto the living room and i just shut it now but Will We All Die? Probably!! And it will be my fault!!!!”.usnavi sometimes does too but that tends to be more as part of an anxietyspiral down one path that gets more specific and detailed the longer it goeson, whereas ruben is just a constant level of small stuff being sweated.

16. Who is scared ofthunderstorms?

ruben again. it annoys thehell out of him because it’s always half Logic Brain being like “it’s just afucking thunderstorm it poses no danger to me” and he actually quite likesheavy rain sans storm, but there’s half PTSD Brain just being right on edge becauseLoud Noise = Danger, and if it’s a really bad day then the rolling of thunderturns very easily into the sound of a plane’s engines and it’s all downhillfrom there.

25. Who wears the otherones clothes?

they all wear each othersclothes. ruben’s sweaters are for vanessa when she doesn’t want to admit she’sfeeling vulnerable and needs the comfort, rubens good-quality boxer briefs solvea sensory discomfort that usnavi did not realise he had been having for years.usnavi’s big baggy t-shirts are vanessa’s pajamas (she switches out for adifferent one once it stops smelling like him). usnavi’s hat goes on ruben’shead during bad panic attacks as a physical comfort without actual physical contact. rubenlikes vanessa’s cheap, tight lazy-day tshirts as a makeshift sort of pressure vest.usnavi likes vanessa’s yoga pants because they make his legs look good.

27. Who takes a longshower/ Who sings in the shower?

vanessa on the whole takesthe longest showers. look at how much hair she has. she is part yeti. it takesso long just to get it all wet. there’s so much of it. she sheds everywhere inthe shower and its maybe the one cleaning related thing that usnavi gets pissyabout. ruben takes the second longest in general because he has most of his bigscientific revelations in the shower and also bc he shaves his downstairs zoneso, yknow, thats not an activity to be rushed (though on bad days he has short showers or doesn’t shower at all bc too triggering). usnavi is either the quickest bya very long way or, depending on how into whatever album he’s listening towhile he’s in there, could be a full hour, because he is absolutely the one whosings in the shower.

[thechildoflightning]

Tectonic Plates- Ch3

Title: Tectonic Plates [Masterpost]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: None

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Chapter Title: Transform

Summary: 

Everything over the past few weeks comes together

Warnings: Memory Loss, Borderline Passive Suicidal Thoughts, Tics, Chronic Pain, Gender Dysphoria, Deadnaming, Fatphobia, Ableism

<strong> TW: Memory Loss, Borderline Passive Suicidal Thoughts, Tics, Chronic Pain, Gender Dysphoria, Deadnaming, Fatphobia, Ableism </strong>

I don’t currently have the spoons for in depth tws at the end of the chapter rn, so message me if you have any questions about tws

[ao3 link]

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Chapter Three: Transform

Patton wakes to searing pain that courses through his entire body, pain strong enough that it makes his breathing hitch and stomach curl with nausea. He squeezes his eyes tight as if that would do anything to help. Maybe this is all a bad dream he’ll wake up from. He’s not hopeful. He doesn’t dare risk moving, the fire in his body so unbearable that Patton doesn’t risk doing anything. He takes small shallow breaths and wishes for it to be over.

He fades in and out of consciousness. He’s not sure if thats due to pain or exhaustion. He remembers glancing over at his clock at one point and finding it significantly early, though Patton can’t remember what time it read. He doesn’t know if he forgot from pain, or if it’s just his memory failing him once more.

He wants to cry, but he doesn’t risk it because heavy loud crying will make his body shake and that will just make everything worse.

He briefly wishes he had no bones, just a puddle of human goop that doesn’t ache, before realizing that would only help so much. A lot of the pain is in his joints, but it’s also in his nerves and getting rid of bones wouldn’t help that any.

So maybe he gets rid of his bones and nerves.

He wouldn’t feel anything that way.

He could go back to sleep forever without pain.

He almost wishes for it.

Almost.

He’s not quite sure what stops him.

He floats in a haze, not quite awake, not quite asleep. Tiredness seeps into his body, dragging him to sleep, and the pain fights it, demanding Patton’s awake to feel the torture it performs on him.

His alarm goes off at some point, and he barely pays any notice to it. He’s in too much pain to think of anything but the pain, and thinking of the pain makes it worse. It’s a vicious terrible cycle, so terrible, that Patton doesn’t even notice that his door has been pushed open until his ma is settling at his side.

“Hi honey,” she whispers soothingly.

“Hi,” he croaks out, the single word taking more energy than expected.

His ma looks at him and she radiates love so strongly that Patton just wants to curl up in her arms and break down crying. But both of those actions will cause him to hurt more, so he settles for lying on his bed, head facing his mother, pushing back tears.

“I… I don’t think I can go to school today,” he says.

“That’s okay,” his ma dismisses immediately and Patton breathes a small sigh of relief. He never thinks that his parents would make him go- knows they understand, knows they wouldn’t push it. But well- he gets worried sometimes. He misses a lot of school, he takes a lot of energy to care. He knows his moms love him but he can’t help worry about his place in their lives occasionally.

“Do you need anything?”

“Heat,” Patton replies immediately, “And meds too please. And… and can I get some water? Is that okay?”

“Of course hon,” she soothes, “You are going to have to eat something with the pain meds though.”

Patton knows that. He knows that he doesn’t want to because eating takes so much effort and his stomach is already swirling in displeasure.

“Okay,” he says.

“Can you rate the pain? And tell me where it hurts?”

“9,” he says, “and everywhere. It hurts everywhere.”

“Okay. If you can’t, that’s okay, but can you try to be a bit more specific?”

My legs, hips, back, neck, shoulders,” he says, “Back especially. All along it.”

“Do we need to go to the ER?” is her next question.

Patton’s in enough pain that he considers it for a minute. It’s always a challenge debating on what he does and doesn’t need, when the pain is enough to warrant medicine, hospital admittance, and anything else.

“No. Not yet,” he settles on, but keeps it as an option. His meds don’t take away the pain entirely, but they do work decently well. Hopefully with the assistance his body will stop torturing him.

“Okay. Do you want me to stay? I can ask your Mom to get everything.”

“Can you?” he asks hopefully, not wanting to let her go.

“Of course,” she says, pulling out her phone to call his Mom and explain what’s going. She finishes quickly and turns her attention back to Patton.

“Can I hold your hand?” she asks.

“Yes. DOn’t touch my shoulder.”

She nods easily and carefully takes his hand in hers, smoothing over the back of his palm with her thumb. He gets heat, meds, water, and chokes down a little bit of food. It’s a slow, painful process. But the heat and meds help enough that Patton slowly drifts off once more.

-

He wakes to an empty room. He takes observance of his body, feeling out where it does and doesn’t hurt. It’s still flaring brightly with pain, so hot it burns. But it has subsided somewhat from a torturous pain to a heavy, burning violence. 

His back aches and he reaches for his phone at his bedside table, shooting off a quick text to his moms.

A moment later his door opens, and Blythe is slipping into his room, TENS unit in hand.

“Ma is picking Liam and- tehch- Dani up from school, Mom’s at work,” she explains their absence as she approaches Patton’s bed, “Do you know- hu- the intensity, frequency, and- hu hu HU- and the duration and all that? Because I don’t but I’m sure Moms have it. I can ask them.”

“It’s in my notebook,” Patton says, “but it can also really vary.”

“Okay,” Blythe agrees, walking over to his desk to grab the blue notebook and flipping to the pages about pain treatment- specifically for the electrical nerve stimulation the TENS unit will provide.

“Let’s just start with what it says in there and then I can adjust it,” Patton tells her.

“ACK- sounds good,” she agrees, finding the page. She picks up the notebook, before immediately throwing it with a tic.

“Yeet,” Patton mutters as she picks it up, rolling her eyes at Patton’s commentary.

She comes back over to Patton’s bed.

“Okay,” she says finally, “You’re going to have to turn- tehch- over.”

“I know,” Patton says miserably, not moving.

He breathes a few times.

“Help me?” he requests.

Blythe nods and sets down the notebook and TENS unit.

“What do you want me to do?” she says.

“Help shift my hips when I turn,” he instructs.

Blythe nods and begins the painful process of flipping to his stomach. He wants to go fast to get this over with, but he also wants to move slowly and carefully. It’s a balancing act- and Patton’s balance is notoriously awful.

They get there eventually, Patton gritting through the pain.

Blythe helps with attaching the electrodes to his back and then the TENS is switched on, providing welcome relief.

“Hey, wanna watch a show with me?” Blythe asks, once Patton’s settled for a minute.

“Sure,” Patto agrees, welcoming an easy distraction.

“Okay, I’ll go- ACK hu-  grab my computer,” she tells him, “Don’t move.”

Patton snorts, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She gives him a look and races out of his room.

-

The next day is better, but that isn’t saying too much. It’s a glass half full, half empty sort of situation. Patton can get out of bed, can even get to school, but his body still thrums in pain. But he gets through, and it’s not too bad even though it hurts and Patton- well he doesn’t quite count it as a win but it’s certainly not a loss. 

He isn’t binding because there’s no way he’d put his binder on right now with his current back issues, but it does mean he gets misgendered more which sucks. The dysphoria creeps back in and more people deadname him and Patton wants to transition so bad, but right now he’s just stuck.

He’s ready to go home.

Luckily enough, his last class of the day rolls around.

Unluckily enough, the teacher announces they will continue working on their group project.

Shit, Patton forgot about that.

His group shuffles together, and Patton sighs in grits his teeth as he joins them. Part of it is from pain, part is from annoyance with the project in general.

“Okay,” one of the girls said, “Can everyone get their stuff out? To see where we all are?”

Patton forgets her name, but does remember she’s been consistently rude to him and unwilling to listen when he’s explained his accommodations.

The group starts pulling out computers and papers. Patton himself only pulls out one measly paper of a short outline. It’s all he has done so far. The girl’s gaze turns angrily towards him when she realizes that all he has, and Patton sinks in his seat. His other two teammates look at him in pity, but don’t jump in to help.

“That’s all you have?” she asks.

“Yes,” Patton mumbles.

“Eileen! This project is due next week.”

“M’ name is Patton.”

“Okay- Patton, whatever. This project is due in a week and you’ve barely started! We’re being graded as a group here. And I need an A in this class. I get that you don’t care about school or are trying to sabotage the group because you don’t like me or- or whatever, but it doesn’t matter. You need to do your work. Stop slacking off and get it together. By the due date.”

It’s been a long day, a long week, a long year.

Patton’s so goddamn tired and his spoons are running low and he doesn’t want to deal with this stupid project or this stupid partner of his who’s name he doesn’t even remember. Patton’s trying okay? He’s been trying so damn hard, so damn hard for everyone. Being disabled isn’t easy, and people act as if it makes it so hard for their lives, but how do they think Patton feels?

He’s the one with the memory that doesn’t work, with the body that acts constantly, with being scorned for being overweight, who’s judged for using a mobility aid, and who everyone thinks is faking. Patton’s the one dealing with this, not them. It’s not fair. It’s not fair.

Tears prick in the corner of his eyes.

He can’t cry. He can’t. There’s no way they’ll take him seriously then and they’ll probably call him a girl and-

“I told you at the beginning,” he says, voice shaky but loud, “That we got three extra weeks.”

“Yeah!” she says, “If we need it. And we’re probably going to need it now because you can’t do one stupid assignment. But taking extra time is failing.”

“I do need it,” Patton snaps, and he’s loud enough that he gains the attention of some of the groups near them. “I’ve always needed it. That’s why it’s given to me. Maybe you don’t, that’s fine. But I do.”

“I don’t get why you can’t just do it?” she argues back, “Are you just fine with failure?”

“Yeah,” Patton says, “Yeah I am fine with failure. I fail all the fucking time. Life is a series of failures when you’re disabled and it sucks. Do you think I want to be in pain? Do you think I like forgetting almost everything? Do you think I enjoy struggling to keep up in a project with some annoying ableist teammate who’s not listening to me? No. I don’t. It sucks. But this time- this time I’m not failing. I’m demanding the time I need, and that’s not failure, that’s success.”

“You shouldn’t need to push for extra time,” she says.

Patton laughs, effectively gaining the rest of the class’s attention as they all tune in on their argument.

“You know what” he says, “You know what, for once you’re right. I shouldn’t have to push for extra time. I should be able to just tell you I need three extra weeks and you should accept that. I shouldn’t have to push for accommodations, that shouldn’t be my responsibility. The world is ableist and it sucks, so it’s either push for accommodations or let myself suffer. It just depends on how much energy I have.”

“Look I get that you’re disabled or whatever,” she snaps, “But it’s pretty hard to work with you when you demand extra time without even telling us why. You should at least share with us about how you’re disabled.”

“Share with you?” Patton asks incredulously, “Share with you? It’s my disability, I can share whatever I damn well please. It’s up to me and only me what I disclose and you-”

Patton forgets the rest of the argument, coming back with a rush as he takes a bite of his chicken, and stares across the table at his family at dinner.

Once he realizes what happened, he springs up from his chair. His hips and back shriek in protesting and he almost falls over. He catches himself on the table, hand clutching the wood, before racing off to his room, tears streaming down his face. He ignores the worried calls from behind him.

He crashes onto his bed and dives under the covers, wrapping them firmly around him even as he continues to sob. Seconds later and his moms enter the room. His ma crouches by his bed and his mom sets his cane against the bed stand table before joining him.

“Darling,” his mom whispers, “What’s wrong?”

Patton shudders through the tears and wonders how to respond.

“We have a group project in school,” he starts.

“Okay,” his ma says, taking his hand to rub soothingly.

“And- and there’s this girl and she won’t listen to me about my accommodations and it sucks because I can’t meet the normal time but I also don’t have the energy to push for my accommodations and it’s- I don’t want to push for extra time I just want her to be okay with it. And she’s been really rude and I yelled at her today and the whole class was paying attention and I don’t even remember what the end result was because I forgot and I-” he sighs, tears slowing, “I just hate it,” he sighs, “Like I’m disabled. For life. Some things might get better, some might get worse. Okay. I can deal with that. I’ve been dealing with it all my life. It can suck at times and be hard, but I mean- I don’t remember when I wasn’t disabled, I was a baby. It’s part of my life. But it’s just-”

Patton breaks out in a fresh wave of tears, pausing for a minute while he sobs.

“It’s just that I have- I have to prove it everywhere I go. I have to push to get my minimum needs met and nobody understands and nobody listens and it sucks and I don’t know if that’s ever going to improve and I hate it. And it- I even worry about you guys. Cause like- I know you love me. I know that, okay? But when I see how everyone else refuses to even meet the bare minimum of my needs and the two of you being the best moms I could have ever asked for, I start to wonder if it’s too much, y’know? Like if I’m too much.”

“Patton-”

“And it’s like, I know that's stupuid. I know that’s the internalized ableism talking, that I do deserve you and I deserve my needs being met. I know that. It’s just hard to remember when there’s so much external ableism pressing down hard on me. Y’know? And that- that sucks. And it’s- it’s been a rough few weeks and I do not have the spoons to deal with this.”

“We love you,” his mom says.

“Yes, we love you very much,” his ma says.

“I know,” Patton says, “I know. I love you too.”

He sniffles and wipes at his nose.

“Can we do anything to support you?” his ma asks.

Patton shrugs, and it pulls at his back painfully. He relaxes his shoulders.

“I don't know,” he admits, “I do feel a bit better now.”

“Sometimes we just need to get it all out,” his ma agrees.

Pat nods.

“I’m tired,” he admits after awhile. “I think I’m gonna go to bed. Worry about the project tomorrow. Thank you. Love you.”

“We love you too,” his moms say together, his mom setting a kiss on his forehead and his ma with a kiss on his hand and Patton feels so intensely, purely, loved.

He turns in his part of the project four weeks later, on the extended date he was given. The girl who’s been on his case scowls at him as he turns it in, and he ignores her. The teacher accepts the project without complaint, only stopping Patton briefly to ask if the time was enough.

“Yes,” Patton says, “Yes it was.”

The girl’s still mad at him. Patton’s going to continue to face endless ableism. It sucks. It’s going to suck. But he has his family, and he has their support and he’s just going to keep stumbling forward because really, what other choice does he have?

And maybe along the way, the world will slowly change into a place Patton no longer has to demand to be accommodated.

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Crash(test) The Ballad of Faded Wolf

(Summary)

Barry Mick is a struggling tour manager for a young US rock band in his 30's working in the rock world and mainstream pop; but also works several part time real jobs. The band he is currently managing is a young band “Faded Wolf”; full of notorious stories and behaviors including sex,drugs, and rock and roll. Will they crash and burn? Or live and learn? Probably neither.

Crash(test) The Ballad of Faded Wolf

Story written by Joe Bruno

Edited by

Max Barksdale

There’s something peaceful about waking up in a moving vehicle. The scenery moving like an old movie reel as we make our way to the next destination is the best part, I guess. From what my folks told me when I was young, you actually had to dedicate a person, with a license, to controlling the vehicle; which sounds like a terrible idea looking around my immediate company.

“Tommy Rocks”, as he’s known, is in the next bunk over; putting his genitals on one of our roadies face while he’s asleep. Classic. The band I’m currently out on the road with, (for way less money than I should’ve negotiated; had I known the shit storm I had agreed to) Faded Wolf, are one of the new growing bands in the heavy metal scene. And they are all about attention.

These guys just cost the label $600,000 in damages; leading cops on a two hour chase after stealing a old school collection car from a classic car show, then proceeding to manually drive it onto the highway.

Fucking psychos I tell you. Especially in 2044.

A human messing with with our great, automated highways? It’s crazy they’d let anyone touch a real steering wheel. Thankfully the van doesn’t have one or I’d never sleep with this band around. Not that I do much.. From what I heard growing up, people died like all the time crashing these things it was something crazy like the plague, it was in the millions of people dead all of the time, senselessly. And you’ve got to be an idiot to get out on the roads with the old cars and attempt to drive with the cars we have today. Nobody stops and goes and burns gas anymore. The road system today is cars going everywhere all automatically timed to drive without hardly stopping. Except out here, there’s some drivers still not enough automatic services out this way yet.

Suddenly, there’s a loud pop and the van comes to a stop on the side of the road. We are somewhere on I-70 near Anywhere, Kansas. The van operator broadcasts on to the intercom, “Hey fellas, we are really sorry to inform you but your ‘Bandvan’ rental has had an internal problem with it’s charge system and needs repairs. With your insurance purchase, we will be covering stay at a hotel for you guys until we can get the next van in your area. The nearest one is a day away. Really sorry about the inconvenience. We can give you two free days on your next trip. Again, so sorry. Local tow resources are on their way and should arrive in 25 minutes.”

Damn. We had one more date for tomorrow in Colorado, then I was to catch the Interstate speed train to California; where my next job starts. A pop artist, “Yuki”, is playing the VENUE on Mars’ grand opening. This is like the big stadium time too; bigger than the theaters and bars that host Faded Wolf.

I was asked to smuggle some personal belongings they had left when they took off last week. Oh, and it’s going to take two months to get there. The band managers “great joy of the music world”, is basically being the babysitter to the most irresponsible group of people in the world.

Not now.

I have to figure out what we are going to do. The tow truck is pulling up now I guess I’ll go settle up with the service and oh hey it’s the gang is already around the front. Shit. Tommy, Jim, John, and Freddy are chugging beers and flashing their private parts to oncoming traffic. I used to hear stories about bands like Motley Crüe and Guns N Roses, in my grandparents younger days, who did this kind of stuff.

It was wild.

I think that’s what they want.

Shock value.

It sounded fun at first; but after two months of living it, breathing it, and smelling it with this group, it has lost it’s appeal. I can’t wait to go Mars and get away for a bit.

But what are you gonna do?

These guys want it all.

And unfortunately, they’ll do anything for the attention.

We arrive at a local hotel. It was one of these small mom and pop ones with a kind of old “Bates Motel” vibe; except this was Conways motel. It’s almost like a slasher film; but instead of killing you in the shower, you would step back in time to what the elders would call, “the eighties baby!” The room was filled with neon colors on the walls and 80’s movie and music posters on every wall.

A short older man, maybe in his 60’s, in black pants and a faded blue vintage nascar shirt approaches us. He introduces himself as Earl Conway and asks if we are the rock band staying the night. Tommy and the gang, the kind of wild living guys they are, of course are already shotgunning beers behind me with the roadies and some local fans who are also staying at the hotel.

They have also recognized the band.

I shrug and go into “manager mode”.

We get away to settle up the insurance at the front desk.

“Well, I know it’s y’all’s misfortune, but it is just our treat to have y’all stay with us at ‘Conway’s’ tonight. We never have too many city folk stay here; especially real rockstars. Let us know if you need anything; food, beer, some coke, ‘Ya know’,” Earl brags with a grin.

Well, at least I know these guys are mostly safe to party.

“Thanks Mr. Conley. I really hope we don’t need too much. Our next van will be in town around 12 tomorrow. And then, we are back on the road to the rockies. Though, I can’t speak for the band. It looks like they are already making friends.”

I gaze out the door.

The crowd partying with the band has tripled since exchanging info at the front desk. It appears Tommy and Freddy are now signing several women’s breast and taking some suggestive photos. They probably assumed I quit paying attention, went to my room take my sleep aid, and pass out.

What the hell could go wrong? This is what they do.

That’s not managing though.

I’m thinking I got to go break this up.

“Mr. Conley, I’ll make sure we keep the crowd and noise down,” I assured him.

“Nonsense Barry! You know what; on the weekends we have a 25 Acre track, just behind the motel, where we race good old human driving cars. I saw the band’s mishap with that car out in California on the news. Compared to that footage, I’ll gladly let them rip it up tonight!” Earl responded.

Well there goes my peaceful night.

It’s not even night, and two of the old classic cars that drove by earlier have rolled up to the growing party in the parking lot. Freddy, Tommy, and the gang, are now doing what are called “donuts” in the parking lot. I’ve seen videos online where the human controlled vehicles speed and then brake during a turn, to slide across parking lots at shopping centers and apartment buildings. I suppose it’s better they can do that here; instead of the theft and driving on automated highways charges.

I head to the room to try to get some peace and quiet. Maybe I can try to go over my lists for the Mars trip; which I’m surprised about it being a whole 4 month thing and I’m not that nervous yet. I guess it’s hard to think to that far in the future when you live in “Faded Wolf’s” now.

As I’m approaching the room, I can hear sounds of giggling. Nope thats moaning.

Shit.

Someone is having sex in my room.

Again.

I can’t really count at this point how many times this has happened. But I’m not surprised really. It’s Faded Wolf. What did I expect. At least I have my bag. I can work on some things in this old chair at the end of the hall.

Luckily, I brought my headphones to tune this out.

And they are dead.

Goddamn Bluetooth!

I really miss the older devices my grandparents showed me when I was younger, the headphones may have had to be plugged in; but you weren’t left hanging.

Well, i passed out in the hallway on the floor for couple hours and awake to Earl right in my face and shaking me “buddy I got other customers rolling in soon can’t have you here like this.” I agree. I startle but get up in a haze.. I haven’t really felt this low since i turned 30. The world keeps turning though, I get up and grab my bag and computer I used as a pillow. The room was cleared out and I can finally catch a shower.

There’s clearly cocaine residue on the dresser and all of the room beers are gone. As much as I’m disappointed they didn’t leave any to share, I’m guessing Earl may have to order more for tonight.

I finish my shower, get dressed, and head out to the tracks. It’s a sunny summer day, with green trees and a field view; not that Kansas is known for its landscapes. It was a nice break from the crowded cities we usually stay in.

The guys are all hammered and driving these cars, I’d say, 90 miles an hour back and forth through a loop called a “race track.”

I’ve seen these before on the web. This used to be a popular sport, and still has a strong presence in the south to this day.

More of the local community has shown up looking for a chance to party with this band of fools.

I finally take a seat in the stands, with my own beer, and a little cigarette of ‘grass’, as they used to call it. One of the cars with Tommy driving, and yelling something obnoxious out the window, suddenly turns too quick. It goes up sideways, and flips several times in a barrel roll before stopping on it’s hood.

I drop everything and run over to help.

Tommy quickly climbs his way out, soaked in blood and yelling out in pain; which seems to be coming from the arm he’s holding. I look over inside. One of the fan girls from earlier is inside; luckily with a seatbelt on, which is holding her up. Kind of dangling, but still not awake. She looks a little cut up and I can’t tell if she’s breathing.

This right here is why they did away with letting humans drive. This is what my parents used to ramble on about when I

was young and driving had just been banned. I can’t believe they did this for over 100 years. This is a horror movie in real life. The shock and anxiety. You know, cannabis can make you very anxious without any bad shit happening; but this anxiety was something completely new.

One of my clients may have just killed someone.

As the local ambulance and fire response vehicles roll up, so do several police cars.

This is it.

We are fucked.

I am fucked.

The mars trip, is super fucked.

There is no way we are getting out of this mess by the time our next van rolls in tomorrow.

The rest of the band and I stayed back and talked to the cops about what we saw. I look over to the medical team, and see the fangirl miraculously retain consciousness; with no visible broken bones. Just a few scrapes and bruises on her faces. When her eyes finally opened and she got up and walked off with her friends quickly to the ambulance and seemed to try to keep looking over seeing Tommy at the ambulance, my anxiousness subdued a bit.

But now, we had a new set of problems. The law.

Tommy was immediately arrested and was being charged with an older charge called a “DUI”, reckless driving, and driving without a license. Apparently, this whole track operation is mostly for skilled drivers who still get a thing called a “drivers license.”

After they take him away, local news crews start rolling in to film the documentary of the end of our careers.

I had to call the label to let them know what had happened.

Well look at that. Faded Wolf news travels fast. Tim, the A&R rep, is calling me.

“Hey Tim, buddy! How are you?” I ask, trying to cool tension. “What the fuck did you let happen Barry? You’re the manager! Do you know how much this is going to cost us?” He yelled.

“Look man; you know these guys! Okay? They don’t listen to anybody! I just clean up the mess, like always! But I’m gonna go down there and get Tommy out, okay? These people are super fans; so we might get lucky,” I explained.

“Try what you will Barry; but if you can’t fix this, you’re done.” He hung up.

Earl comes up, still shaken from the event. I immediately start apologizing.

“Hey man. I’m so sorry these guys are idiots, And that poor girl”

He interrupts, “It’s ok Barry, it’s my fault. I encouraged it, and we’ve had accidents from time to time. I could’ve done more to set some ground rules. You guys being here has just been the most fun we’ve had in a while. Look. I got a lawyer buddy who helps me with my books. I’m gonna call him for us. Would you like a ride to check on Tommy?” He asks.

“Of course man! That would be amazing. I actually don’t know how to drive; really none of us from out west do.”

The rest of the crew stayed back.

The buzzkill shook everyone into retreating back to the rooms.

The parties over.

The drive was quiet.

The local radio report is already talking about the accident. I had to change the channel and the next station is, of course, a rock station ironically playing the “Faded Wolf” song “Crash”. I change it again, and finally tune into some obscure classical channel.

It was finally peaceful.

We get to the police station and go check in.

You know in jail movies, this part always sucks. Going to meet your friend or family member; locked up in the jump suit.

It is an all around shitty experience.

It also has be somewhere around 1 AM; about 12 hours away from our van departure schedule. At this point, I feel we are not gonna make it. And I’m not gonna make that Mars trip. We get to the front desk and ask for Tommy.

The desk lady grins and says, “We are hanging that mugshot up in the break lounge; as soon as we get it autographed. We’re holding him a bit longer. You know, y’all are so lucky that girl and her family likes him. He could’ve been here a while.”

I reply confused, “So he’s getting out?.”

“Well, yeah. Some lawyer came in representing that girl. Says she’s his daughter and he settled up with the judge. He will be free to go in just a bit”.

I look to Earl, “Dude, your lawyer is the girls dad?”

He looks shocked, “Shit I had no clue. I hope he doesn’t shut me down.”

The lawyer pops around the corner. “No real harm, no foul; I suppose. We live a little wild out here with these cars, and have accidents from time to time. Regardless, my kid, for some godforsaken reason, has been obsessed with this band for years now, since her high school days, and says it would be the most embarrassing thing to put you away for this. She just wants this to go away. And she really likes this “Tommy” guy, so we’ve made a hefty financial settlement that will take care of her, myself, and get some money flowing down at city hall again. Anyways, we will be in touch with the label for payment soon. And, please. Never. Ever. Let Tommy, or the rest of the band, drive. Or maybe never come here again. I’m serious. Goodnight, gents.” He leaves the station.

Well only in this rock and roll world can such scenario play out. Apparently everyone in this jail is a Faded Wolf fan even the judge. Tommy finally comes out of the back putting his shirt back on and a little bandaged up it seems. He signs a few copies of his mugshot for the station employees. Tommy then comes running at us jumping “ dudes I can’t believe it they love us here, apparently that girls dad is a lawyer, and begged him not to let me stay locked up and pay a fine instead” I reply “ so what’s the damage how much is this going to cost us?” Tommy smirks “ well let’s just say the label is not going to be happy about it and I’m sorry Barry if they blame this on you” I reply “ blame what?” Tommy deeply inhales and answers “eh it’s gonna cost about 20 million or so”. Well in my mind I was thinking a lot worse but that is still probably enough that it’s coming out of the next albums check and probably my check too. He continues “ it’s all good Barry we are getting that next advance and the last album just hit platinum”. This guy has no clue how completely fucked we could’ve been. But how could he? We let this happen and now by paying it off we encourage it.

We all get back to the hotel it’s probably close to 4 AM everyone’s passed out. Earl comes by as I’m packing things to be ready to go in the morning. “ well I’m glad it all worked out for you guys and I’m sorry about letting this happen” I interrupted “ look Earl these guys like to do crazy things and don’t think much, don’t blame yourself

We are all lucky it wasn’t worse.

And crazy lucky that the girl’s dad was lawyer; in our favor.

“You’ve been a great help to us! I’ll make sure to send you a postcard from the new venue on mars!”

He sort of gets excited, “Mars? No way! Is that the pop star everyone is going crazy for? ‘Yuki’ right?”

I replied, “Yup! That’s the one! I actually have to bring some things they forgot when they left the other day.”

Earl grabs a postcard from his folder he was carrying. “Well, could you show some love to the motel up there?”

I look at the picture of the motel which had several cars driving in the background, “You bet Earl, thanks for everything”.

I caught some sleep and woke up just in time for the “15 minute warning” for the vans arrival. We all loaded in and waved goodbye. Tommy was, of course, holding up the show and making out with the girl Alice. You know, the girl he nearly killed last night. I think that’s what her name was. Actually, I’m not really sure what her name was; but I guess it’s best we leave town on a good note.

And there we were; back on the road, heading to Colorado, cracking jokes trying to laugh off the bizarre events from the night before.

Tommy leans from his seat to me, “Barry, man, thank you for being there. We all appreciate it and I promise you that I’m never driving again! Well, unless I come back out here and see her again” he chuckles.

It had been on my mind all morning though, that maybe it was time for a career change. Possibly something with less responsibility for those least responsible. Maybe I’ll start my own band or label and just be in charge of myself. Who knows?

The Colorado show went off without a hitch; other than arriving right as soon as the band was scheduled to be on in 30 minutes. I’m glad we made it, but also just as glad to be out and not in charge of these maniacs for a long time. I left early to catch my train to the launch pad in California.

I can’t believe I made it.

Still sleepy and still taking in the events of the last two days, I figured it was a perfect time to take a sleep aid; seeing as I’ll be boarding a space shuttle to live in (which is basically a hotel lobby) for two months.

From what I’ve read, these launches can make you feel sick quickly; so it’s probably best to be passed out for that part. I get through security, get my bags checked, then board the ship. As I’m seated and buckled, I lay back with freshly charged headphones and some classics playing.

I slowly doze off.

I wake up, and I’m not in the ship anymore, but back in the port at the launchpad in a wheelchair. A flight attendant is near me, sees that I’m awake, and jumps up.

“Sir we are so sorry to inform you like this, but our ship had trouble taking off and was grounded. A second ship left later

in the day, but you have been out for about 10 hours and we could not get you into the next one passed out like that.”

I feel ambushed by the whole situation.

I’m still waking up but I take a second to process it “So when’s the next one?”

She replies, “Unfortunately, the Mars shuttle only flies three times a month, twice a day. That was the last one, and there are currently no options for two weeks. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience”

I’m still processing, but try to negotiate with her, “So what else can I get? my clients need their package.”

She responds, “Well your boss, Tim I believe, has left a package and note for you about that.”

I open the packages and letter.

“Hey, Barry. Give me a call when you get this. You’ve got a new mission. You're now taking the daily flight tomorrow to the moon for ‘Faded Wolf’s’ surprise show next week for the moon colony at the Lunar Lounge.

PS: Mars mail carrier will take the package; don’t worry. But you gotta watch these guys again!

You owe me!

And the label!”

Really? I quit.

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a lot of american foods seem disgusting to me but one that takes the cake is def biscuits and gravy

thats fucking gross. thats absolutely fucking disgusting. please eat real breakfast food. please. can yall just, idk eat a sandwich or noodles or rice or couscous like the rest of the goddamn world instead of some salty ass bread combined with salty ass sausage gravy? yall wanna burn your tastebuds off? my granddad added salt to every meal and ended up needing more and more till the sodium got unhealthy for him

idc if youre british or american or australian or whatever if you eat anything sausage related for fucking breakfast youre dead to me. how can you even eat that for breakfast. you just woke up. yall want me to believe you’re able to eat some heavy ass sauce with some salty ass bread for breakfast? shut up. leave me. youre dead to me

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Doc: always has that Tired Dad Look. Type of person who stays up binge reading a book until they pass out. Has a dire need to act parental to the younger operator's, seeing they might be homesick or missing their family's. Eats the weirdest things but never eats where people can see him. Will go on a tangent if someone messes with he equipment or his office. Sleeps like a rock and will only wake up to certain things. Alarms? Nah. Horrible rainstorms? Nope. Someone messing with his equipment or things in his office? Jumps right up to see whats happening.

Twitch: quiet girl but will talk your ears off if you ask or say something that peeks her interest. Actually a good motherly figure, cares dearly for the recruits and the operators near her age or that are even older then her. Coffee does absolutely nothing to her so she drinks it all the time. She also is the type that will bark at you to goto bed because it's late but never goes to bed until everyone else is asleep.

Montagne: always has an awkward face on. Sparks up conversations that make absolutely no sense to anyone else but him. Don't anger him though, you will get a rough talk and be told something you might not want to hear. Eats at the weirdest times, and eats breakfast foods for dinner or whatever is in the fridge at the time. Actually a light sleeper, sleeps alone for the most part or doesn't sleep at all. Coffee is his friend.

Rook: being one of the youngest operator's makes him feel insecure about himself. Actually doesn't like being called kid, but never tells you it bothers him until you notice him pout or make a sad face. Food hog, hides his favorite foods from others because he wants them all to himself. Bring him food and he'll thank you way too much and then be awkward about it. Another person who sleeps like a rock. Don't try to wake him, you'll just get ignored or he'll fall right back to sleep. Only thing that will wake him up is if Bandit shocks him or he gets cold water poured on him. A sleepy boye at the most. Side note, likes Lions presence for some reason but knows not to bother him after a few things Doc told him. He does try to start small talk or he sometimes shows something he found on the internet off to him. Sometimes Lion gets interested but most of the time he ignores or glares at Rook. Doc doesn't understand why he likes it but he doesn't bother them.

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Lion: he got the name Lion from being loud but actually doesn't yell that much. Will be content to be left alone, only likes talking when he feels like it. (This may not make any goddamn sense buT woop) likes Doc's presence but prefers he doesn't talk to him or be relatively close to him, him being the only other person whom he spends time with besides Rook. He likes Rook because he actually learns to not bother him or try and strike up conversations when its not necessary. Lion is actually the one who starts conversations with Rook when he gets bored of being quiet. It might be about how his day was or what he encountered or found on the internet. Rook will just sit there quietly listening and will only interject when Lion is looking for an answer. But everything else is quiet and calm. Lion is nor a heavy sleeper or a light sleeper. Wakes up when something extremely loud happens or when hes shaken by someone.

SAS

Mute: only talks when its convenient to him or at random times talking about random things. Actual garbage child, will eat anything even if its a week past spoil date and never cleans up after himself. Likes to weird out others by just... staring at them. You never know if hes looking or not. Actually, thats just the SAS period minus Sledge. Finds it inconvenient to talk to any other operators besides a select few and the SAS. Always complains that Jäger bothers him too much or that Vigil needs to speak up for once but secretly likes their company (prefers Vigil because he's a quiet boy and Jäger gets too loud when explaining things). Twitch is too chatty and the rest are just too loud. Also, sleeping for him is non existent. The only time he sleeps is when he passes out from exhaustion and he sleeps in the weirdest places, like under desks or on counters or even sometimes standing up. Coffee is his next best friend besides Smoke.

Smoke: moody and always ready to tease you from the smallest slip of your words. Likes to yell because it makes him feel taller, except hes still short but just really screamy. Has the "SAS" stare but looks away when he notices you staring back or looking at him. Always hungry? Nah, he just doesnt eat enough. Eats really small meals or snacks around but engulfs any food thats given to him like he hasn't eaten in days. Prefers to bug operators whom have bad attitudes or are quiet and don't like to be bothered. Teases Mute frequently for being the youngest operator, but gets hit back with being one of the shortest operators. Bickers way too much about eating or random things that piss him off. Prefers company of Mute just because he likes to tease him but really likes to be around Lesion or in the workshop talking to the operators there. Doesn't sleep on a bed, prefers to sleep on the floor, couch, or chairs. People find that odd of him, while he just doesn't care.

Thatcher: one word. Old grandpa. Acts like a parent to recruits and the younger operator's. Prefers to be with his group or chatting with some of the younger operators because it makes him feel cool (cheesy man). Can he get anymore awkward? Yea. Find him staring at random things for a short period of time or him eating god knows what at the crack of dawn. He's perfectly fine being called old man or grandpa but when it starts to become more like an insult he'll get a tad more angry because even if he's the oldest operator doesn't mean people are allowed to make fun of it or use it as an insult. Why is he sleeping on the floor, thats not where you are supposed to sleep. Quite like Smoke but in a better sense that he will sleep anywhere and everywhere. Tables, chairs, the floor. So many times people found him sleeping in odd places. Accent gets thicker when he's tired or angry. Slurred speech and and a more use of British speek.

Sledge: wow hes big and tall and scary but on the inside hes incredibly nice and well behaved. Does the "stare" but keeps eye contact just to freak you out. Really nice though, but quite a brute when it comes to helping someone. Usually just takes the whole job for them, no complaints. Did i mention he likes dogs? No? Well he does. Any type of dog. Loves them all sizes and shapes. Silently gets excited when he hears or see's one or he passes one. Would love to get a dog but some things keep him from doing it. Sleeping for him is like trying to wake a bear out of hibernation. Nothing works on him, just let him wake up on his own. Gets a chuckle out of a few operators when they try to wake him up. Accent gets really really thick when he just wakes up or gets angry. Lots of yelling and death glares from him if you anger em'.

Jesus these took a long while for me to finish, but they are finally done! Hope you guys like them!

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Let me Tutor you, ma Part 3

Title: Let me tutor you, ma.

Author - Me (Blacksteel)

Fandom: Black Panther

Pairings: Erik Stevens x (modern-day witch) Reader/OC and Erik Stevens X The female race.

Notes: Smut. 

s/n : If you wanna be tagged let me know! Also! Reblog and tag it with anything, I read my tags. <3

Summary: Serina, a music major is absolutely failing Pre-Calculus because math has never been her strong point and who could absolutely help her out? Erik Mfin Stevens, and of course, she doesn’t want it, but she doesn’t have much a choice now.

Part 3 of ???

Part 1 Part 2

“And I said, Nigga, if I wanted yo dusty ass I would say it. Niggas get bolder every day.” She huffed from the kitchen as Erik chuckled as he thumbed through one of her books on her shelf. ‘A happy witch equals a happy Kitch?’

He rose an eyebrow and furrowed his brow, there was that word again, witch.

She didn’t seem to hide anything about her, her home reflected who she was. Lots of plants and little lights, he had to reiterate that it was well put together for a college student. There wasn’t much clutter anywhere but he did notice there was a good amount of water sitting in the window encapsulated in jars.

He shouldn’t snoop but,

He made his way to the water anyway. He leaned over and eyed the slightly gold shimmering water.

‘Sun water.’ The label read.

What did that mean?

Her dog walked up to him and sat down on its hind legs before nudging Erik's leg in the opposite direction. Erik found it funny, the dog obviously didn't like him snooping around her shit, he could respect that. He could hear the tongs she used in the kitchen and the running water. This wasn't the first time she cooked for him and in all honesty, he hoped it wasn't the last. Her cabinet opened and she frowned, she needed to buy more plates. At least for how frequently she was cooking.

Plating his and her own food, she balanced his plate on her arm and then hers on her fingers before grabbing some Snapple from the fridge and holding it under her arm as she attempted to grab two cups. Erik ended up turning his head at the right time before he snatched the Snapple and cups from her.

"You could ask for help ma."

"I'm a server, I can balance things, been doing it for years." She told him with a little huff as he placed them on the table and watched place their plates down. His eyes followed her as she walked away to feed her little princess dinner too.

He listens and waits.

"...And then there was Brandon or whatever his sad name is, I bumped into him today and  that little shit thought I should apologize to him."

The eyeroll she had with it, made him laugh, it looked like she had aged a hundred years.

He looked at her and cocked an eyebrow.

"I should have punched him."

He looked down at the pounded chicken with some type of sauce and capers? Mashed potatoes? Scratch? He cut into the chicken and put it in his mouth before he held back a groan.

Goddamn she put her foot in this chicken!

“Chicken Piccata! I learned it from work!”

She sat down across from him and cut into her own before beginning to eat. He poured the Snapple as he looked at her. She seemed enthralled with her own cooking, what made her different?

“So, how did your class go?”

Her face lit up and she exuberantly recounted how she shut her teacher down.

—

Erik has left with a smirk on his face as she waved him off, goodbye after dinner. His phone has chimed so much that she thought it was going to explode so she opted to ignore it for the time. It wasn’t her business, to be honest, she had absolutely no hold on him and he had no obligation to explain where he was going.

They weren’t together.

Just two students who had a mutual agreement, he taught her pre-cal and she fed him.

Nothing more nothing less, right?

The law of equivalent exchange.

Besides she didn’t want a man like that, someone who pretty much used women and then tossed them to the side when he was finished. Whether he was her friend or not, she could still understand that if she let him get close to her like that, he'd do the same to her.

Through all that thought she had started a bath and dropped a bath bomb in it. The water turned a sparkly pink and steamed. She stripped down and looked at Artemis who dragged her clothing to the hamper and dumped it before trotting back into the bathroom with her and plopped onto the toilet seat. She sank deep within the water before closing her eyes, she could feel the water pulling the impurities from her body. A heavy sigh left her lips as she felt her body sink under the water before she stretched out. Turning on her stomach she furrowed her brow.

Boys are stupid.

She didn't know how long she laid in the tub, pampering herself and cleansing her body of everything. But she enjoyed it. Climbing out, (pulling the plug from the tub) she dried off and looked in the mirror before tugging at her long curly strands. Walking into her room, she looked at Artemis who trotted behind her and curled around her feet. Chuckling, she put on some sleep shorts and a t-shirt.

No need for undergarments, hell she was home.

Her feet padded on the wood floors as she plopped on the couch and turned on the tv, dragging laptop into her lap. A disney movie was playing, just for Artemis. Her fingers ran over the keys so quickly as she wrote the lyrics that had been digging into her so heavily.

One time for the saints and the sinners You know you gotta put it down like a winner Chances taken, smile ’til you fake it My mind's running all the time And I don't really like anything I find Got time? 'Cause I'm out of mine Had my ducks in a row, now they're slowly falling out of line

Maybe three hours passed but she looked at her phone, shooting a quick text to Erik, she closed her laptop. She stretched, leaned down and kissed Artemis on the forehead before standing and walking into her room. Shutting off the lights, she went inside and climbed into her bed.

No need to think too hard on it anymore.

They were mutuals.

....

Right?

--

The male in question looked down at his phone as he pressed the females head into her plush pillow. She let out a cry as her nails tore through her sheets, her cunt clenching around his thick cock. She begged over and over for him to let her cum. He could barely hear her, as he tuned her out just a bit. His eyebrow cocked at the text message.

'I'm going to bed, if you're coming back to my apartment, the keys under the flowerpot, Gnight.'

She was offering and how could he turn down his friend? She's all he could see looking down at this woman who was pressed against the sheets. All she could do was take what he was giving her. Her whine of his name, made him smirk and absolutely stroked his ego even more so. He wanted to hear more of that. His hand wrapped itself into her plaits before pulling her back and wrapping his arm around her stomach.

This new position had her seeing stars, as he pistoning his hips into her drenched pussy.

"Say it." He growled into her ear.

She gasped as he hit that one spot. Her body trembling.

"I...Fuck...Erik~" God, thats how he wanted Serina to say his name.

He wanted to make her beg,

He chuckled and gripped her chin after letting go of her hair. Her eyes slid open to look in the mirror in front of her. She could feel her cheeks heating up.

"Again baby girl.."

She whined. He could see that blonde hair and those hazel eyes, clouded in lust.

"Say it."

"MAKE ME CUM, DADDY!"

Serina would sound delicious calling him that.

She wailed as he drove into her with a solid growl, watching has her body tensed and she clenched around him, drenching him with her cum. He drug his own orgasm from her body regardless of how sensitive she was. She fell forward and as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out. He didn't say anything to her as he redressed and left the dorm before making his way back to Serina's apartment. Looking around the front door, he found the pot before moving his fingers around it.

Aha.

The key.

Pulling it out, he unlocked the door before shutting it behind him lightly. He didn't want to wake her. It didn't matter cause she poked her head out at him.

"Erik...?"

"Mhmm. go back to bed..."She walked into her linen closet to grab a blanket before pulling a pillow from her room.

"Here...get some rest."

"....Serina."

"Hmm?" She turned to look at him.

"Let's sleep together."

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Oh and just to clarify that the long time it took for me to get this surgery isnt a sign the nhs is bad or anything! I just had complications due to my life situation. Cos of my autism and anxiety i REALLY REALLY cant cope with having surgery done on me while im awake, even if im numbed up. The panic reaction is so strong and involuntary that i cant stop shaking and risk messing up the surgery becaue of it, not to mention the chamce of doing worse damage to myself in a panic attack. So i had to specifically be sent to the main hospital and receive overnight anesthetic, and i had to have a longer stay than usual because i live alone with no parents or lifr partner who could watch over me during my recovery. So the actual surgery itself just took three hours and the worst part was the anxiety of having to wait about 18 more hours in a busy hospital feeling perfectly fine but unable to go home until the observation period had passed and also til i was able to get a lift home with my psychologist. I am SO grateful she was able to support me with this!! So yeah i basically had to have the ultra deluxe complicated version of the regular surgery which also had to correlate with a time my psychologist would be free, and thats why ut was hard for them to find a time to schedule it. And most of the waiting was initially because of me being a dumbass and being too afraid to tell anyone i was in pain and too afraid to go to the doctor. I think it must have been almost four years of that? And then it was just a two year wait of going thru pre-assessments and waiting for a time slot for this final full operation. Which is still a frustrating time to wait but i understand tat the circumstances made it difficukt and also this isnt really an emergency surgery so yeah. I was just making a lot of frustrated posts about it over the last few years cos the waiting PROCESS is really bad, yknow? You barely get any information on how long you have to wait, its just all left up in the air that it could be any time in the next year and yoy'll get a very short notice letter right when its about to happen and npthing else for months at a time. And the automated phone service is badly made and yeah basically just a bunch of lame decisions made by the accounting section of the company that ended up increasing my anxiety, lol.

But seriously id way rather have this than having "only if you can pay for it" surgery! I mean when i finally got there it was all SO amazing and hi tech and highly staffed and everyone was so nice and it was all so fast and efficient and really comfy and everyone made you feel at home and you got a private cubicle with a lockable door and free food like 5 times a day like holy shit they wouldnt stop giving me The Best Toast In The World and my throat hurt but i felt it woulf be impolute to not Honor Their Toastly Kindness! So many of my worries about the experience were totally unfounded dumb hollywood myths that dont happen at all in british hospitals. And they still manage to run such a well oiled machine of amazing professionals and above excellent patient service despite how bad our economy is right now! I overheard them talking about jow their budget is lower ths year and i was like "holy shit but you guys are so amazong?? How do you manage??" I cant even imagine what it must have been like back when doctors got better salaries! Seriously they just WOULD NOT STOP PAMPERING ME it was so WEIRD!!! Comfy adjustable beds and reclining super soft sofa and this whole personal room and people coming in with trolleys full of a wide selection of really damn amazing breakfast foods and they even gave you special comfort socks for the long time of bed rest to avoid ankle swelling and they were like friggin cinderella scene insisting on putting the socks on for you?? I felt so embarassed in the good way for once! Blushing cos it was total prince treatment! And none of that "oh drugs are so expensive you have to go without necessary medicine in order to pay the bills" shit, they kept offering me optional medicines thatd make every part of the surgery easier and were like "please dont worry about accepting them, its the government's job to make sure youre free of pain so just be honest if youre feeling bad". But seriously the surgery was all so swift and done with great precision and i had such kind care and warm drinks and SO MUCH JAM ON MY TOAST that i felt like my mouth was okay even without the extra painkiller dose. And then i expected id just have to buy my own paracetamol once i was discharged from surgery but they gave me a big box of extra strength jaw surgery specific paracetamol for free! All of this was free! I got free goddamn cosmetic reconstruction on my teeth that i never even asked for and i was like holy shit when i looked in the mirror lol. I just expected everything to be gone but they put this reconstructive cap thing to replace the front teeth just jn case i was worried about the appearance of the gap between them. And SO MUCH goddamn free food holy shit im so toasted out! And free tv and wifi and showers and a warm comfy sofa and just a nice day of chilling out in a very weird sort of luxury hotel, lol. And the gift shop was also super cheap and full of necessities! And the nurse was so kind that i was able to hand her the money and she went to the gift shop for me when i was too dizzy to walk. I needed new headphones cos mine broke on the way there, and she got me a staff discount on them and picked out the cutest best pair! UNICORN DRAGON PATTERN!! Im gonna keep them FOREVER holy shit they look so cool and for a £1 discount pack they have sonmuch better sound quality and noise cancellation than the more expensive ones i had before. And the whole gesture just really touched me, it cheered me up so much to have a giggle at some adorable fashion headphones and see my nurse jamming along to ed sheeran to test that they worked, and she was just so sassy and jokey and we even had a contest between all of the nurses comparing our silly socks! Seriously it was just SO welcoming and unscary and had a lot more privacy than i expected and a lot less heavy restrictions and stuff and jusy EVERYONE WAS SO NICE AND SO GOOD AT THEIR JOB and did i mention THE BEST TOAST EVER

So yeah i dont think im scared of hospitals anymore. And i feel guilty about all the panicky posts i made before i went in for this operation, i hope i didnt give anyone the wrong impression that i was some longknowing person making factual complaints about the nhs as opposed to a first time hospital visitor with anxiety who was imagining every possible way it could go wrong. Absolutely none of my fears happened and it was way nicer than i ever imagined! Im kinda looking forward to the followup appointment in 2 weeks just so i can say thank you again and also have more money to buy some spares of those good headphones from the gift shop.

I hope everyone else out there who has to deal with medical disasters gets doctors just as nice as these ones!!!

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I’ll Help you Chapter 2

Reader x Jaebum x (Jungkook?)

You wake up and find your friend, Carly, sitting up next to you, scrolling through her phone. "What are you doing here?" You grumble, clutching your face. "Good morning to you too. Jaebum said you needed to be looked after. Because you got obliterated last night. Do you wanna tell me why?" She asks, facing you. You groan and pull yourself up. You explain every detail. "Why the fuck would you do that? I swear you're in love with him?" She exclaims. The loud noise causes your head to throb more. "Shh… I'm getting over him. " you plead. "Exactly! Getting! Meaning you're still into him." She raises her voice. You hide your head under your pillow. She was right, last night just made it worse. Playing the part of his girlfriend felt good. Holding his hand, being held. You wanted all of it. But you could feel yourself changing. Not being so hung up on every single word he said. Even though you were drunk, you allowed yourself to be attracted to Jungkook. You wanted to get to know him. "What about that Jungkook?" Your friend's voice brings you out of your thoughts. "What about him? I spoke to him for like 10 minutes. I don't even have his number. What, do you want me to go the venue and ask for the party planner's number and then ask for Jungkook's number?" You say, letting out a small laugh. "That would be a start. Or go out to a bar and talk to some guys."

The doorbell rings. "Can you get it, please? If it's that sea witch Yumi, I will legit punch her. She will just add to the shittiness of this morning." You beg. "Okay. If she starts on me, you have to buy me lunch. " Carly bargains. You just groan as she leaves the room. "Oh hey, Jaebum." You hear. You sit straight up, the blood rushing through your head, caused your head to throb. "Jaebum's here." You sit straight up, clutching your throbbing head as you do. “What is he doing here? Get rid of him! I look horrible!” You harshly whisper. Carly lets out a sigh. “He has seen you in much worse states. Who do you think got you into your PJs?” Your friend questions with a smirk. You run your hands over your face, throwing the covers back and getting up. You got up a bit too quickly and fell down. The sound of you falling on the floor caused a loud smack on the floor.

“What the fuck is going on in there?” Jaebum hollers, bursting into the room to see you on the floor. “Good morning…” You say, struggling to get off of the floor. Jaebum just rolls his eyes and picks you up and then places you on the bed. You quietly thank him. “What brings you to my humble abode?” You ask, gesturing to your room with clothes thrown all over the place. Your underwear catches your eye, your eyes widen and you grab the underwear off of your bedside table and stuff it in your pillow. “You took them off last night.” Jaebum says nonchalantly, sitting on your bed. “WHAT? WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP ME?” You exclaim, putting your head in your hands, you had to stop drinking. “You said you wanted to seduce me, while I was trying to get you dressed. You wouldn’t take no for an answer. So I had to force your shorts on you.” Jaebum explains. Carly hits your arm. You look at her in pain, rubbing your sore arm. “I AM SO SORRY! I’ll buy you chicken! Heck, I’ll buy you a pizza too, or we can share the one you’re getting me.” You smile, pizza or any greasy food sounded so good right now. A smirk develops on Jaebum’s face. He had an idea. You knew it, nothing was ever simple. “I’ve got another way you can pay me back.” “She’s not suck-“ Carly starts before Jaebum cuts her off. “No! No! No! I’m asking her to do anything like that. There’s a work thing on Tuesday night, and I was wondering if you’d come as my date?” You almost lured yourself into a false sense of security, thinking that he genuinely wanted you there but you knew that Sunmi also worked there, he just wanted to play house to get her back. You nod, plastering a fake smile on your face. But before he could thank you, you were being dragged into the bathroom by Carly. “What do you think you’re doing? You were affected by last night and now you want to try it again? I knew you were crazy but not this crazy. Come on! You know you can’t go!” She whispers fiercely. “I was a lot to handle yesterday, I have to repay him for it!” You whisper back. Carly sighs and puts her hands on your face. “I know how you feel, but you’ve done more than enough.” You give her puppy dog eyes. “Fine. You can go, but promise me that you’ll find a boyfriend, to help you get over him. Someone who actually likes you… no offense.” She lets go of your face, gently pinching your cheeks. “if it’ll make you feel better, I will go to the hall on Monday and ask if they have Jungkook’s contact details.” You put up your pinkie. She smiles and locks her pinkie to yours before pushing you out of the bathroom. “I was gonna throw up, “ you tell Jaebum. He just nods. “Well, I just came to see if you were okay. And you have Carly, so I better get going.” He says, hugging you tightly and send a smile in Carly’s direction before exiting your apartment.

The rest of the Sunday was pretty chill, you just hung out and binge-watched Netflix. Carly was kind enough to stick around, making sure that you did not throw up on yourself while you napped. When she was certain that you were okay she left as she had to wake up early the next day. You fell asleep shortly after she left. It was Monday, you had a goal today, getting in touch with Jungkook. Usually, you would dress down, but if you were gonna tryna get it in you would have to look some sort of presentable. You made your way down to the venue and you approached the receptionist. “Hey, um… there was party upstairs here on Saturday and I was wondering if you had any contact details for the group who hired out the hall?” You ask, giving your most innocent smile. The aged woman with heavy makeup and permed hair looks up at you with a stern expression. “We don’t give out information like that. We are not Facebook.”  She says before continuing to read her romance novel. You were dumbfounded, there was nothing else you could think of to do. You had no ties to Jungkook whatsoever. Not even typing his name into Instagram would help, as he wasn’t the only Jungkook in the world. The door makes a loud whine as it is swung open, a built young man dress in all black walks through. No, he doesn’t just walk, he struts.  He resembles a model, a masterpiece, a work of art. Need you go on? “Jungkook, I’m sure it’s still here, who would steal your Bluetooth speaker? “ He says, turning his head to talk to his taller companion who trailed behind him. Your heart drops when you see his face again, he was beautiful. There was no alcohol clouding your judgment this time, so you could truly appreciate his good looks. The two men stop and talk for a short while before approaching the front desk. You didn’t know what you were going to say. Under your breath, you practice different greetings. You are interrupted when your body is slightly shoved by another person. Jungkook. “I’m s-“ He stops himself before shyly addressing you. “Hi.” You say. He smiles and your heart flutters. “I-“ You are abruptly cut off by the bitch behind the desk. “The people you were looking for are here. And no, I haven’t seen a tooth speaker.” She says, rolling her eyes at Jungkook’s friend, who proceeded to try and explain what he was looking for. You blush and you immediately wanted to hide, you didn’t want him to find out, thats creepy. “You were looking for me? Your boyfriend wouldn’t be too happy about that.” He blushes, nervously biting his lip. Boyfriend? You didn’t have on- oh! The whole mess with Jaebum. “I don’t have a boyfriend… On Saturday, I was just doing a friend of mine a favor. You know making his ex jealous. But I am completely single and open to dating.” You smile, softly touching his arm. His arm was solid under your hand, he had muscles on muscles. “Thank God! I mean, I am glad to hear that. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. How would you like to grab a cup of coffee?” He scratches the back of his head shyly. You nod. “Jimin, just forget about the speaker, I’m gonna go and get coffee with my friend. I’ll speak to you later.” Jimin takes a deep breath, as he had wasted minutes trying to find the goddamn speaker. He waves goodbye as he walks a different direction from you.

You find a quaint little cafe around the corner. You had got to know Jungkook a bit, he likes singing and dancing. He has a gaming channel on youtube and he likes working out. He spoke about his family, his mom, dad, and brother. And you spoke about your life before and after you moved to South Korea. In the midst of conversation, you throw your head back in laughter and you clutched your side, you hadn’t laughed like this in a good while. Your eyes meet with a familiar pair, the cold brown eyes make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Sunmi, your laughter halts. “Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, touching your knee. You quickly push his hand away and move over. “Fancy seeing you here.” A high pitched, all too familiar voice says. Sunmi and Justin were standing right in front of you, Justin bears a small smile, while Sunmi smirks. “Yeah, fancy meeting you here.” You grimace. “Who is your little friend?” She asks, smiling, eyeing Jungkook. Jungkook goes to open his mouth and then you cut him off. “He is my research partner, he is in my class and we are working together.” You say. “Then where are your books?” She questions, her red lips permanently stuck in a smirk. “We left them on campus, we are just taking a break.” Jungkook backs you up. You save your smile for later, because you know that if you let Sunmi see, it will all unravel. She frowns before turning away, Justin nods at you before chasing after his girlfriend.

“Sorry about that.” You turn to Jungkook.

“Who was that?” He asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

“That is my best friend’s ex. The one we were trying to trick. She’s legit evil, so I thought it would be best if she didn’t see us cozied up, she would think that she had something over me, and she doesn’t. Not at all. Ugh, I hate her so much. S-she’s the Voldemort to my Harry Potter. The peanuts to my deadly allergy.” You rant, taking a bite of your cookie. Jungkook chuckles. You like his laugh, it felt strange, liking someone after crushing on your best friend for years. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t hurt you.” He quickly touched your arm before moving away. …. You had a pretty good day, after the cafe, you went to the library and got some work done. You had a really good sandwich for lunch and you managed to keep your white shirt, white all day. You step into your apartment, kicking off your shoes as you walk in. Your roommate walks out of her room, she sends a cold gaze your way. “Make sure to put your shoes away, it makes the place looks messy when you leave them there.” She says, sitting on the couch. Your good day ends there, your mood is dampened, it seemed like she could never be happy, she acted like she lived in a sterile hospital. You could even leave a crumb on the table without her opening her braces filled mouth. You just nod, picking up your sneakers and storming to your room. Slamming the door behind you. You had done all your work so you didn’t really have anything to do. You would’ve called Carly but she had work. So you decide to call Jaebum

“Hey.” He says, breathing heavily. “Hey, I was just calling to see if you wanted to hang out. I’ve done all my work and I have nothing to do. Plus Carly has work today. “ You explain. He sighs. “Nice to know that I was your first choice.” He says sarcastically, you could practically see the smile on his face. “Oh, whatever. You were the second person I called. Feel honored. I’ll leave the front door open ‘cos I can’t be asked to get up. Also be quiet ‘cos Yuri is on the prowl.” You tell him. He chuckles before telling you that he would be over in five to ten minutes. While waiting for Jaebum, you change into more comfortable clothing. You were kinda excited to spend time with your best friend after working on getting over him. You could just hang out like never before, no secret glances, no longing stares.

Sorry for the wait, Uni has been killing me. Hope you enjoy. You can also provide ideas for this story and others. Also requests. love you guys

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Umbrella - Jisung Au

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genre: angst member: yoon jisung word count: 1118 requested: nope side note: inspiried by ioi downpour // it’s also 2am here but i had the urge to finish this and i was in the mood for angst

where you two lived

rain was majority of the weather

it would be sunny at times

and sometimes it’d be light showers for a lot of those times

you and jisung met from sharing an umbrella and walking home

actually, you’re the one who walked him home because he forgot him umbrella and cursed “whippersnappers” under his breath

you were actually wheezing on the floor when he said that and offered to walk him home with your umbrella

and thats how your friendship was born

it be became tradition, but with jisung walked you home

and both of you having seperate umbrellas

and yes- without cutting corners, you liked him

sometimes you’d wish you’d forget your umbrella

but even if you pretended like you did

you felt like the scenario would be forced, despite it making your heart race

“hEY JISUNG” you yelled across the classroom

jisung jumped up from his seat as you laughed

“I HAVE GOOD NEWS, SORTA” you yelled as you approached him

“yES WHAT IS THIS GOOD NEWS?????????”

“I

HAVE

FOOD”

“iknow,”

“ohmygod,” jisung gasped

“what kind?” he asked

“chocolate poc-“

“bye im disowning you,”

“wHAT???”

“strawberry and green tea are the best,” he scoffed as he sTILL TOOK YOUR FUCKING POCKEY AND ATE IT

“bITCH-“

“shh you love me,”

you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms

it was near the end of the school year

usually the time where the sun would start to come out

but it hasn’t yet

end of the school year would only remind you of jisung

and the fact that he was moving

it pained you

and you’d get heavy hearted at the topic

but you chose to ignore it for now and not let it ruin your mood

“hey y/n,” jisung says with a pockey inside his mouth

“hm?” you hummed

“do you think it’ll be sunny when i move?” he asked

it was like he read your mind

he asked that with such a soft smile as though the world is gonna be better without him

but it truly wasnt

“no, it’ll rain harder,” you said bitterly as you helped yourself to a pockey

jisung chuckled

“you’re only saying that because you looooove me,” he teased

you rolled your eyes and scoffed

but your heart was ever so slowly increasing its heartbeat

“of course, it’ll still be sunny,” you spoke

“but the only difference is, my sunshine won’t be here anymore,” you said inside your head

jisung gripped his chest and winced, acting like he was in pain

“ouch, my heart, im dying,” he acted

you giggled as jisung ate the last pockey from the pack

“i’ll miss having an idiot like you around,” he spoke

“eWW SO CLICHE” you blurted, trying to lighten the topic

jisung chuckled and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms

it soon became the end of the school day

your favorite part of the day

where jisung would walk you home

you waited at the front of the school gates

he walked up behind you and opened his umbrella

you both had seperate umbrellas

you wish you forgot yours

“hey idiot, let’s goooooooooOOOooOO” jisung chants as he runs off

you softly smiled and ran up to him

it was raining lightly

but you two were used to this type of weather

“hEY JISUNG”

“wHAT??”

“...do you ever think you’ll find a replacement of me?” you softly asked

“ofcOURSE NOT,” jisung blurts loudly

“i’ll never find an idiot as ugly as you,” he teased as he pinched your cheek

“hEYYYYY”

“i’mkidding, i’mkidding pleasedontkillme,”

you rolled your eyes as you both were approaching your neighbourhood

both talking for a bit, you soon reached home

you dashed up into your room and into your bed

throwing your bag onto the floor and kicking off your shoes

you found yourself to be crying

“i’m gonna miss that dumbfuck,” you mumbled to yourself

time skip woosh

“i like you,” you said outloud

in front of the mirror

“i like you...” you spoke a bit softer

“hI JISUNG I REALLY LIKE YOU OKAY BYE,” you blurt

yes- you were practing your confession

after days of talking yourself into this

you must confess before he moves

so atleast, you could say it once

“ahhfuck,” you mumbled

you checked your phone for the time

7:45am

“fUCK IM LATE,”

you knew the time he was leaving

you knew the date

he was moving today

8:00am

he is going to go onto his train

and move

stumbling, you quickly grabbed your jacket and threw on shoes

you rushed out the door, forgetting to take your umbrella

in which was probably your biggest mistake

it was pouring

the train station wasn’t too far from your house

waiting for a cab would be a  waste of time

you ran

your hair was drenched in water

you could hear your breathing so heavily

your heartbeat was so loud and it hurt your chest so much

“hey jisung,” you said

“hm?” he hummed

“i think i’m gonna be forever single,”

“lies, you’re perfect,” he spoke

times like those

you treasured so goddamn much

it was too valuable to let go

just like him

you entered the train station as you dashed towards the platform he should be standing on

how could he just go?

without saying goodbye?

you were mad

sad

mixed emotions filled you

you didn’t remember what you did this morning

did you even eat?

and as you stopped

he stood there

at the distance

as his eyes attached to yours

your mouth open

it said something

but it said the words you didn’t want to say

you found yourself crying

so

fucking

hard

you couldn’t get a hold of your breath

as you yelled the words you didn’t want to say

“I

HATE

YOU”

you couldn’t even repeat yourself

you were crying too hard

he was just going to leave

after playing with your heartstrings

making you like him

he’s just going to leave

so simply

yet so painful

“i...hATE...YOU” you shouted at the top of your lungs

the rain stopped

the sun came through

ironic, because it seemed to be raining on your face instead

he approached you

you wanted to run away, but you didn’t move

you couldn’t even look at him

you were looking at the ground

at his shoes

his old fucking converse he wore every single day

as his hands cupped your cheeks

and he used his thumb to wipe away your tears

“i...hate...” you trailed off your words

he pulls you into a warm hug as the train arrives

“ilikeyou,” you softly mumbled against his chest

his hands was the umbrella to your tears that seemed to be everlasting

[blueplanettrash]

We’ll Meet Again Pt. 3

“He was struck down by the black bayard, the one that he was destined to wield, it was the ultimate betrayal,” Allura explained sullenly. “As you can imagine, Alluran was devastated, he was unable to do anything in his grief, and simply wasted away, it was cruelty beyond anything I’ve ever seen,” “They really were meant to be, he couldn’t live without him,” Coran added. The group looked dejectedly at the floor, unable to comprehend the evil of their enemy. “Thats terrible,” They heard Lance say in a quiet voice. They turned to him and saw that there were tears rolling down his face. “Lance! Are you alright?” Shiro asked from his side. He placed his hand on Lance’s shoulder to anchor him. Lance turned his wet face toward the man. “I think so, I’m not really sure why I’m crying though; when I heard how they died, I just felt so sad,” He answered before giving the leader a small smile. “I’ll be okay though, I’m sort of used to crying,” “What?” Shiro asked after a moment’s hesitation, but it was overshadowed by Lance suddenly yelling. “Shouldn’t we be training or something now!” He jumped away from Shiro and toward the two Alteans. “I mean I could always go back to chilling on the couch,” he added. “We could all use some extra training after telling all of you more of what Zarkon is capable of,” Allura agreed nodding her head. Hunk and Pidge both groaned before shooting small glares towards Lance who only shrugged his shoulders and laughed. “Get to your lions paladins, we’ll be working on drills; this time with the Castle’s defences,” Allura announced. “And don’t come back in without forming Voltron a few times, unlike last time,” “Yes, Ma’am,” Lance grinned shooting her a salute and running off towards the hanger. “Last one in their lion has to eat Coran’s food for the next three quintents!” He shouted just after passing the door frame. Immediately Hunk and Pidge took off after him. “No fair you had a head start!” They heard Hunk’s voice wail from the hallway. Allura giggled glancing at Coran who had a disgruntled expression on his face. “Hmph! My meals are exceptional and nutritious! Boy doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” He grumbled slinking out of the deck, arms crossed in front of his chest. Allura continued giggling as she followed him up to the control bridge. Shiro stayed in place looking after the place where Lance left, lost in his own thoughts. “Shiro? Are you coming?” Keith asked looking back from the entrance. Shiro shook his head and nodded before walking over to join Keith on the walk to the hangers. “Are you okay?” Keith asked after a short bout of silence. “Yes, why?” Shiro replied raising an eyebrow toward him. Keith shrugged his shoulders and broke eye contact with the leader. “Well, a lot of crazy stuff just happened, I mean we basically found out that you and Lance were in love at another time,” Keith stated. Shiro’s head whipped towards him again, a red tinge highlighting his face. “NO WE DIDN’T!” He yelled, Keith jerked back in surprise at the outburst of the normally calm paladin. “Oh come on Shiro, you have to admit that there are too many coincidences here,” Keith started. “Blue and black paladins, one an expert marksman, the other a highly trained combat specialist, not to mention you have the same goddamn faces,” “We do not,” “Shiro.” “…they have marks,” Keith only looked at him blankly before turning off into the next hall, instead of continuing in the main one with Shiro. “Hurry up guys, we’re burning day light here!” Lance’s voice came through the coms in their helmets. “Lance, we’re in space, there is no daylight here,” Pidge piped up. “Whatever Pidgeon,” Shiro let a wide grin slip across his face as he fell into a run towards Black’s hanger. Soon enough he was going up the ramp and sitting himself down in the pilot’s seat. However, as soon as he gripped the controls, he felt a jolt travel through his body and he was not where he was supposed to be. The cockpit of his lion faded away, making him fall several metres to the ground. He landed with an ‘omph' and slowly sat up rubbing his head to try and make the pain fade. He noticed not too far away from him were a set of heavy black boots, he glanced up and his eyes widened. “What? He breathed out. “Aren’t you… Sheeva?”

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