#/ this took a minute but tada

[sunfloo-wers]

DAY ONE DONE YIPPEEEEEE

Okay okay okay, I’m using the AI-less whumptober list cause it lends better to visual art so without further ado:

AI-less Whumptober Day #1: Public Torture

Kudos to @/adorkastock for the poses!

[boostoverheavensgate]

fuck it this inspired me pete wentz dressed like sephiroth. pete’s like sephiroth he uhhhh. stabs me

Inspired by @thekintsugikid’s post 🫶

[ofdetonation]

@starshinc: “Okay, Hiro, do you remember what we talked about?” Izuku whispered as they waited, Izuku having just flicked the lights off and handing the toddler a pillow. Hiroki nodding quietly in understanding, Izuku providing a bit of light via his phone. “When Papa comes home, you’re gonna get him. Tell him how much you missed him.” He’s smirking, and the second Katsuki opened the door? He’s going to be greeted by a shriek and a giggle, flying toddler latching into Katsuki’s legs while babbling for “Papa!!” Over and over again. Izuku, the traitor, laughing as he got up behind his hiding place. “Welcome home.” He murmured, leaning into Katsuki for a moment, passing the clingy child off to the other. “He missed you. We both did.” A quick kiss to his cheek, because he can. meme: unprompted. ╱ status: always accepting.

considering how late it was for katsuki to be coming home, he half expected izuku and hiroki to be in bed. the mission had dragged on for longer than he thought it would. and by the time he was heading home, it was well past dinner, roughly time for hiroki to go to bed for the night and for izuku to take a break from caring for that absolute menace.

he opens the door expecting silence. what he got instead, though, was a child's shriek as he flips on the switch for the overhead light, startling as the toddler in question clings to his legs with constant giggles and repetition.

katsuki's stare is incredulous. he didn't even get his shoes off, and he's being swarmed by a kid, two cats, and both dogs, all vying for his attention and damn near tripping him over. the blond just lets out a near-defeated sigh as he runs through the motions ⸺ gently nudge the cats away, quickly spare a pet to each dog, thank whatever god happens to be out there as izuku comes to help him with the kid ...

well, only to pass him over to the hero the moment he can. traitor.

❝ way to ambush me the moment i get home. what, you trying to take down hero dynamight before he even gets a chance to fight back ? playin' dirty ? ❞ katsuki grins, poking at the child in his arms ╱ the not-so-innocent giggles coming from the tiny blond indicates true intentions, calloused hand reaching to tickle him. ❝ you brat. what kinda tactic is that, huh ? ❞

after sparing the poor child from his tyrannical ways, katsuki locks his gaze onto forest green, keeping a relatively stoic look even when the token of affection is given. ( he is better at this ⸺ accepting affection, that is ⸺ though he still gets caught off-guard sometimes. his cheeks feel warmer than they did before. )

❝ i was only a call away, y'know. ❞ he elbows izuku's side with a roll of his eyes, though it isn't harsh nor hurtful by any means. in his arms, he carefully juggles the tiny blond as a result of his squirming and adjusting, huffing when he feels an unintentional elbow into his shoulder. ❝ okay, calm down. i ain't goin' anywhere. i just got home. ❞ when hiroki finally settles, katsuki lets out a long sigh and stares at izuku, almost accusatory. ❝ you're a bad influence. ❞

someone had to teach this kid a thing or two about separation anxiety.

but even in saying that, even though he loves being a hero and doing hero work by extension, he does kind of enjoy coming home at the end of the day. a stupidly warm welcome has a funny way of worming its way into his heart.

goddammit.

[incorrectbatfam]

Inspired by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/amtrak-official/757255014610878464/how-did-you-primarily-get-to-your-highsecondary?source=share

Batfam's preferred way to get to school/work ?

Alfred: Master Bruce, you should get going if you want to drop Master Damian off to his field trip on time.

Bruce: What do you mean?

Alfred: It's your day to drive him, is it not?

Bruce: Yeah, but Damian told me he had it handled.

Alfred: I'm concerned about what he means by that.

Bruce: I'm sure he'll be fine. By the way, where's Goliath?

———————

Bruce: Spoiler, ETA?

Steph, over the comms: Three minutes.

Bruce: What's that music I hear?

Steph: Definitely not an ice cream truck, if that's what you're wondering.

Steph: Hang on, some kids are flagging me down.

Bruce: Seriously?

Steph: Hey, some of us pride ourselves on our customer service.

———————

Bruce: Barbara, did someone take the Batmobile?

Barbara: Jason left with it an hour ago. He said something about planting your fingerprints at a crime scene?

Bruce: Hng.

———————

Bruce: Cass, princess, I know you took my bike.

Cass, who absolutely took his bike: What's a bike?

———————

Bruce: Where's Tim? The board meeting is about to start.

Wayne Enterprises employee: Don't worry, sir. I'm sure he'll turn up.

Tim: *flies in through the window*

Bruce: Tim, what happened? And how'd you get all the way up here?

Tim: Red Bull gives you wings.

———————

Bruce: Are you sure you don't want me to drop you home?

Barbara: Thanks, but I got it.

Barbara: *activates wheelchair rocket mod*

Bruce:

Bruce: *adds it to his Batmazon wishlist*

———————

Duke: Can I borrow your yacht for prom?

Bruce: I thought it was gonna be at the rec center.

Duke: Bane.

Bruce: I see. Just bring it back by eleven.

———————

Harper: Since we had some leftover funds in our budget, I got a surprise.

Bruce: A surprise?

Harper: *pulls a tarp away*

Harper: Tada! Introducing the Bat-18-wheeler!

———————

Dick: *frantically searching*

Bruce: What are you looking for?

Dick: My unicycle keys. I'm gonna be late to CircusCon.

[bellaaae]

Haerin being softest for yn [87k views]

— Clip 1✰

After newjeans concert YN laid down on the couch in the green room. Falling asleep peacefully.

Haerin passed by YN when she was going to meet Danielle but stopped by YN and mumbled “cute” as she stared and adored the maknaes face.

She immediately brought out her phone from her pocket and took multiple pictures.

“She’s so cute” she cooed looking at the pictures she took. Putting a blanket over her.

— Clip 2✰

When newjeans were baking on new zine.

Haerin was between Danielle and YN making the dough for the cookies.

When Danielle asked. “Haerin-nie can you come help me with this icing?” Danielle asked struggling with the icing.

“Sorry Unnie but I’m busy with this dough” Haerin declined Danielle almost immediately.

“Ah okay I see” Danielle said smiling.

“Haerin Unnie can you come help me put the cookies in the oven?” YN asked holding up the tray where the cookies were placed. “Oh never mind your bu-“ she got cut off by the older girl who took the tray from her hand helping her to put it in the oven.

“Don’t worry about it YN-nie” Haerin smiled at the younger girl who smiled back brightly.

Meanwhile Danielle was in the back eyes widened as her mouth were in the shape of “O”.

— Clip 3✰

“Oh I’m so bored what do I do” YN pouts putting her hands under her mouth.

As she scrolls through her phone she found a picture of someone who dyed their hair.

Suddenly she got an idea.

Smirking cheekily she called Haerin into her live and brought out a ginger hair dye.

“Haerin Unnie you have to close your eyes” YN spoke hosing the dye behind her back.

Haerin didn’t even bother to ask why and just let her do whatever she wanted.

After a few minutes she felt her head being wet, then rinsed away with water and dried with a hair dryer.

Her eyebrows lifted in curiosity.

But after a few minutes YN removed the blind fold from her eyes. “Tada ~ ✨” she smiled brightly.

Haerin couldn’t help but crack a smile and admire herself in the mirror.

Normally when YN asked the rest of the members to dye their hair they always said no she’s a young child who knows nothing.

But Haerin didn’t even argue (maybe cuz YN blind folded her)

The fans couldn’t help but gush over haerin’s hair in the comment section.

Suddenly the managers calls YN and she panics ending the live immediately.

— Clip 4✰

Haerin habits of looking after YN.

During lives,interviews, variety shows, talking, eating, basically doing anything Haerin would always stare at YN adoring her as every word came out of her mouth making sure to not forget to brush every strand of hair away from her face.

Using her socks to rub the floor to check if it’s slippery to avoid YN falling down.

Always pointing out her light brown eyes.

— Clip 5✰

Yn was answering questions during a live.

“YN who do you think treats you the softest” she read out in English.

“What does it mean?” She asked confused but luckily a fan translated it for her in Korean.

“Ahhh I’d say Haerin-Unnie she’s always nice to me and treats me nicely and pampers me” YN spoke giving a thumbs up.

✰𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 15

Hey guys this story is back! I feel like it's nearing the end, but we'll see. I'm hoping for another couple of chapters (than the two have backlogged anyway) at least, but I'm not sure. Steve and Eddie are already freewheeling toward each other and I have learned when that starts happening either one or both of them hit the gas and they go from zero to sixty faster than NASCAR on race day.

Steve tries to get a job, has a good cry about it, Robin is bestest and they try the mall.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10  Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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Steve sat at the desk, phone pressed to his ear, newspaper next to him, and paper and pen in hand.

“Hi, may I speak to the manager?” he asked in his best customer service voice. “Thank you.”

Once the manager was on the line, he began, “Hello, sir. I’m looking at your ad in the help want ads and was wondering if the position was still open?”

Steve shoulders slumped. “I see. No, of course. I’m sure your nephew will just be absolutely smashing at slinging those hamburgers. Thank you for your time.”

He set the phone down in its cradle and put his head in his hands. He had been on the phone for the last two hours calling up people for job interviews and he was utterly exhausted.

Everyone of them had turned him down. Not taking anymore applications at this time, the job has been filled, or in the cases he actually got far enough to tell them his name, they would straight up hang up on him.

He didn’t want to work in the mall, but it was looking less and less likely he’d get a job inside Hawkins.

Which meant that Joyce was going to be on his ass again. She had gotten so insistent in him finding a job, that he was forced to stop going over there, choosing to hang out with Will and Ellie at someone else’s house.

God, he got more peace at the Wheelers and Mike was openly hostile ninety percent of the time. So that was really something.

Steve picked up Eddie’s latest gift. It was a giant canary plushie. It was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever seen. He loved it. He hugged it close.

“I miss Eddie, Kenny,” he murmured into its beak. “I know he’ll be home in a couple of weeks, but I miss being able to have him tell me I’m enough. That my worth isn’t dependent on what other people think of me.”

Steve stood up and carried Kenny over to the bed, where he fell asleep, tears falling into the soft material of Kenny’s neck.

~

He woke up slowly to soft music being played. He opened his eyes and blearily looked around. There on the sofa reading a magazine was Robin. She was listening to Blondie on his boombox but it was at a respectful volume so it wouldn’t wake him.

He had long since given her permission to just come in when she had a gift from Eddie or if she just want to hang out. As long as he wasn’t getting a shower or getting dressed, he really couldn’t care less.

Steve sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. Next to her on the sofa was a large box.

“Hey, dingus,” she said without looking up. “I took the opportunity to order us dinner.” She looked at her watch. “It should be here in about five minutes.”

Steve slid off the bed and padded over to the sofa where he flopped gracelessly next to her.

Robin set down the magazine and looked at him properly. “Still can’t find a job, huh?”

He shook his head and pulled his knees up to his chest. She gave him a big hug and just held him until the food arrived. She rolled the food cart over lifted the cloche with gusto.

“Tada!” she said triumphantly revealing the mountains of fries, mashed potatoes, pizza, onion rings. All of Steve’s favorite things. “I figured you’d want some pick me up food and I went all out.”

“If we weren’t both gayer than the day is long,” Steve sighed happily, “I’d marry you.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek pulling out a slice of cheese pizza. He munched, grinning around the slice.

“Gross,” Robin said grabbing a handful of fries. “I mean the pizza not the marrying thing, because I agree. No, your pizza tastes are abysmal. Plain cheese? No meat, not veggies, nothing?”

Steve swallowed and set the pizza down. “It’s all my mom would let me have. Even when I’d go to parties and shit, she’d insist on them having a cheese pizza for me.”

“Okay I take that back,” Robin said. “Eat your cheese pizza, dingus. It makes you happy. But if I ever see your mother, I might accidentally scratch her eyes out.”

Steve picked up the pizza again, but paused with it half way to his mouth. ‘How do you accidentally scratch someone’s eyes out?”

Robin batted her eyes prettily. “I wouldn’t know, officer, I blacked out. The next thing I knew I was washing the blood off my hands.”

Steve threw one of the throw pillows at her head. “Don’t quote musicals at me!”

“Ha!” Robin crowed in delight, clutching the pillow to her chest. “The fact that you recognize it makes you the chump, not me!”

Steve opened his mouth to protest but then his eyes went wide when he had no argument for that.

“I’d love to see proper theater, you know,” he said dreamily. “Like with a proper orchestra and not just a tinny tape that skips in places and actual actors instead of Old Mr. Abernathy trying to play Hamlet.”

Robin winced. “He couldn’t even remember ‘To be or not to be’ and that’s like the one line everyone knows.” She shoved more fries into her face.

“Maybe when I get out on my own,” he said, snagging one of her fries right off of her plate, “I’ll go see plays in Indy or Bloomington.”

“You’ve just got to take me with you,” she huffed, grabbing the half bitten fry right out of his mouth and shoving it in her face. “I’ve been saving up all the money I’ve been getting from this job so I can get driving lessons at school. I won’t be able to drive my parents’ care very much, but it would still be nice to say I have it.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something but she held up her hand. “I know what you’re going to say and the answer is no. No, you can’t pay for my drivers’ ed classes. Because I want to pay for that myself.”

Steve pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s the point of having all this money if I can’t treat my friends to a little thing like a new car or new bikes.”

The new bikes were still a point of contention between Joyce and Steve. He had bought all of them new bikes and gear with exception of Max where he bought her a new skateboard and gear. All in their favorite colors. But she refused to let Will take his. She said it wasn’t his to spend and therefore to take it back until he could buy it with his own hard earned money.

Will stopped talking to his mother for a couple of days after that.

And Steve hadn’t blamed him, so he told Will to leave it at Mike’s and ‘borrow’ it when ever they rode out places. Joyce couldn’t stop him from doing that.

“I’m not saying not buy me a new car,” Robin huffed a little laugh. “I’m just saying I want to pay for the lessons myself. It’s more of an accomplishment thing.”

Steve perked up and batted his eyelashes at her. “Really? I can buy you a car a gift for passing your test? You’ll really let me?”

Robin laughed and threw a fry at his head. “Yes, dingus, you can but me a car. I talked it over with my parents and I told them that Eddie wanted to get me a car for all my hard work and that you’d be the one helping me pick it out.”

He grabbed the fry and threw back at her, it landing in her hair. “Oh that’s smart. I bet they had all sorts of restrictions on it being sensible and shit.”

But Robin shook her head. “My parents were hippies, not stupid. They know that if they try and restrict me I will come home with the reddest, wildest hot rod they’ve every laid eyes on.”

Steve laughed. “God, can we introduce them to Joyce? Because it sounds like they could teach her a thing or two.”

“I know right?” Robin said rolling her eyes. “Eat your pizza, you heathen and the next time I come I’m bringing proper Domino’s pizza with all sorts of toppings and you can find you actually like. In the mean time, open this present that is digging into my side.”

Steve reached out for it with grabby hands. “Oooh, I really liked the plushie from yesterday. I named him Kenny. Kenny the Canary.”

“Because of course you did,” she said dryly, handing over the package to him.

He could tell it was clothes just from the shape of the box. There was just something about them that screamed ‘hey I’m clothes!’ Inside was the most beautiful yellow cardigan. It was soft and warm.

The note said, “It may be hotter than balls in Hawkins, but up here in Canada, the weather is pretty mild. Not quite sweater weather, but I saw this and just had to get it for you. Just ten more days, little Canary.”

Steve buried his face into the softness of the sweater and nearly squealed in delight. Eddie had sprayed it with his cologne. Oh this was exactly what he needed.

Robin took the card from him and smiled. “He seems to really like you. I know a lot of the people you hang out with give you shit about Eddie and the money running out on you, but Steve, the way he writes these notes sound like someone who genuinely likes you.”

Steve set down the sweater with a sigh. “I know. But it’s the imbalance I’m worried about. I’ve already been called a gold digger. I don’t want that.”

Robin frowned for a moment. “My mom is making me apply for jobs at the mall. She says I can still do this, but she wants me to know ‘what real work is’.” She put air quotes around the last part. “Which is bullshit, but I’ll do it so I can keep doing this.”

She scooted over to him and put her arm around him. “So come with me and maybe we can get a job together, shove it everyone else’s faces, yeah?”

Steve nodded and curled up into her side. She was the only one besides Hopper who knew who his benefactor was and could offer a different perspective than anyone else.

“But in the mean time,” Robin said softly, “maybe talk to Hopper about getting Joyce to knock it off.”

He shook his head. “He’s tried. She has straight up told him that until he tells her who it is who’s funding you, she won’t drop the job thing.”

Robin winced. “And if she finds out who it is, she going to be worse. I haven’t met someone who wasn’t an adult when he left other than Hopper who liked Eddie Munson. I mean the only reason my parents are letting me do this is that Uncle Justin vetted the job and that Corroded Coffin would be on tour, while I stayed here in Hawkins.”

Steve sighed and sat back up. “That’s not even the biggest problem with them knowing. It’s having to explain where I was that Eddie would have seen me to help me out.” He changed his voice so it was higher and clutched his hands to his chest. “Yes, Mrs. Byers I was underage drinking at a bar in the hopes of getting laid so I had a place to sleep!” He dropped back down to his normal tone. “Yeah, like that will go over well.”

“Ooh,” she said with a grimace, “yeah I could see how that might cause waves with the parents. Like tsunami level waves.”

“Pretty much!”

Steve flopped his head back on the back on the sofa. “God, what a fucking mess.”

“Maybe just tell them you were going to see your cousin, Monty,” she suggested, “and you were smoking outside when you met Eddie. See if that goes over better.”

He let out a shuddering sigh. “Maybe. I know Monty would back me up if that’s the case. But I would rather wait until Eddie got home and see what he says.”

Robin nodded sagely. “That’s fair.”

~

They had decided to let Robin get all the applications and bring them over to Steve in the food court. He had ordered them a couple of large Orange Juilus’s and two huge slices of pizza from Sbarros.

She handed him a pen and they got to work filling out all the applications, by the time they were done, Steve’s hand cramped and he worked his fingers open and closed to try to get the muscles to work again.

Robin rolled her eyes, but wisely said nothing as she gathered up their applications to return to their stores.

Robin got three call backs, but Steve only got one. Thankfully it was one that Robin had also got, but it was Scoops Ahoy, the ice cream shop with the little costumes and silly hats. They were both hired on the spot.

~

Sorry if you saw chapter sixteen on here, too. I'll post it later!

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[livwritessometimes]

A Footnote Will Do...(For Me)

: Charles Leclerc x Reader

: So I'll just take a footnote in your life

: Part 2

: Main Masterlist

: Author's Note: I had no plans of writing this but I got this sudden urge to write some angst.....so Tada!

…

You ate at a restaurant, the host said we're cute They think we're a couple, they bought us some booze We shared the Moscato and laughed 'cause it's true To me (to me)

The air was filled with the rich aroma of spices coming from all sorts of Italian cuisines. There was a different kind of calm in the atmosphere, which was quite contrary to what the next few days had in store. It was finally time for the Italian Grand Prix, Ferrari's home race, and a very special day for the Monegasque walking besides Y/n.

Charles Leclerc, the golden boy for Ferrari, the pride and joy of Monaco, but to her, he was simply the boy she met through his younger brother. The boy Y/n was madly in love with.

People say that love comes into your life when you least expect it to. It comes in various shapes and forms: a hug from your mother when you see her after a long time; catching up with your best friend after a stressful day at work; seeing your father gloat about you to his friends. But no one told Y/n that for her, love would enter her life in a blazing red suit and a super-fast car. 

Walking down a relatively empty street in Italy, Y/n felt content. Next to her was the boy of her dreams, going on and on about how an old lady earlier today had told him he reminded her of her son and gave him a free muffin. Chuckling at the Monegasque's excitement over a baked good, Y/n took a moment to take in the young boy's appearance. He was wearing a loose-fitting shirt, some pants and a pair of sunglasses tucked in front of his shirt, nothing extraordinary, but it felt right. He offered Y/n his hand, signaling her that they had finally reached their destination.

A beautiful restaurant hidden in the streets of Italy. Covered in greenery, the place looked like it came straight out of a painting. At the entrance, an older woman with kind eyes greeted them, smiling at the pair. She offered them one of the tables that were laid out in front of the restaurant. It was almost as if the lady knew what Y/n would have liked, as she had given them a table right next to the window. It was the perfect spot to get a glimpse of the inside of the restaurant while enjoying the serene view that surrounded them.

Thanking her, Y/n and Charles gave her their order. As soon as she was out of their site, the boy in front of her began to tell another story of how he got locked in the bathroom during one of Ferrari's meetings and how it took the entire team 2 hours to get the poor boy out. It seemed like Charles had a way of finding himself in all sorts of weird and bizarre situations. It reminds her of the first time they met. 

It was Arthur's birthday, and Y/n was on her way to his party when she saw a man standing on the side of the road, asking for a ride. Y/n could see the dark clouds slowly engulfing the once clear patch of sky and decided to take pity on the man. Stopping right next to him, she got to know that the strange man was none other than the birthday boy's older brother. It seemed like fate to her; what were the odds of something like this happening? Offering him a ride, both of them began the journey back to Arthur's (and Charles') house. Y/n has had first-hand experience with these bizarre situations, because not even 10 minutes after they began their journey, it started pouring down heavily, blocking any sort of visibility there was, causing them to stop the car. So Y/n and Charles spent the next, god knows how many hours, of Arthur's birthday sitting in the car chatting away. It was also the first time Y/n felt seen, truly seen.

Focusing back on Charles' story, she noticed the lady from earlier approaching them with a bottle of wine. "For the lovely couple," she said as she poured a glass each for Charles and her. "You both look cute together; I hope you stay happy for a long time," and with that, she went back inside the restaurant. Bringing up his glass to her, Charles whispered, "Cheers to the couple, I guess." Letting out a laugh, the pair shared the bottle of wine and continued their conversation. What Charles didn't realize was how fast Y/n's heart was beating after the woman's comment, because for her, it was the truth.

You said at the party that I was too drunk I told you I liked you, you said, "Sober up" But why would I lie? It's so clear I'm in love With you

The bright lights were almost blinding, and the entire club was filled with red. Everywhere you'd look, you'll see a member of the Ferrari team celebrate their hearts out. Charles had won the Italian Grand Prix; finally, all the doubts and worries that flooded the Monegasque's mind were put to ease. He won his home race in Monaco and has now won Ferrari's home race. Y/n and Charles were here to celebrate, and celebrating is exactly what they did. Bottles after bottles, everyone was drunk beyond their minds, Y/n especially. It was as if she could not contain the joy that filled her mind seeing Charles stand at the top of the podium. After a long night of partying, the club was slowly dying down. Most of the team members had booked a cab and left the venue; some were passed out on the couch with a content expression on their faces, and the rest were still on the dance floor. 

That is where Charles found Y/n. Upon seeing the boy, Y/n pulled him closer to her, and the boy instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her movements. "I think you've celebrated more than me at this point," said Charles while looking down at Y/n with a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, of course, someone has to, Grand Prix Winner," Y/n said, smiling up and looking back at Charles. "Let's get you some water. It'll help you stay hydrated," he said as he began walking towards one of the sofas with his arms still around Y/n. "I think you've had one too many drinks-" Cutting him off, Y/n blurted out, "I like you." Slowly looking up to see Charles' face to see any sort of reaction from him, he said, "I think you should sober up now," and without saying another word, he began to walk towards the exit with a very drunk Y/n, who was now very aware of everything happening around her.

She was completely in her senses when Charles helped her get in the passenger seat or when he leaned over from across the driver's seat to help her with the seatbelt. The boy was so close to her that even after hours of partying, she could still catch the faint scent of his perfume. For the entire trip, Charles refused to look her in the eye, not when he helped her out of the car, or when he took off her heels, or even when he tucked her in the bed. Just as he was about to leave, Y/n reached out and grabbed a hold of his wrist. "Would you stay with me till I fall asleep?" She could see the hesitation in his eyes. "Please," she said, looking up at his face, and for the first time since her abrupt confession, he looked back at her to meet her eyes. Nodding slightly, Charles sat down at the foot of the bed, and true to his words, he stayed there till Y/n dozed off.

A tense conversation, you like someone else I say, "If I waited, could that maybe help?" You told me that patience won't change how you felt For me

If Y/n thought last night was worse, then she was in for a huge surprise. The morning after was one of the worst mornings for Y/n. She woke up with a splitting headache, dazed and disoriented from last nights events, until it all came rushing back to her. Her drunken confession, Charles' behavioral change towards her. Getting out of the bed she walked towards the kitchen where she saw Charles nursing a cup of coffee in his hand looking at something on his phone. Upon hearing movement, he looked up from his phone, putting it aside he kept another cup of coffee in front of her saying "I made some for you as well, I know you'll be needing it." He smiled at her before continuing, "How's the headache?" He questioned. "I've had better days," Y/n said before taking the cup of coffee and thanking the Monegasque.

"So about last night…" Charles started, and there it was, the dreadful moment Y/n was hoping to avoid. "…I had no idea you felt that way," Charles said before looking at her. "Y/n, I'm actually seeing someone…for a while now," and with those 9 words, Charles had shattered Y/n's heart into pieces. Y/n could not believe it; they were perfect; everyone could see it. So why is it that the boy she was madly in love with could not see how good they both were together? "I'm really sorry, Y/nn, but I don't feel that way about you," Charles said with a genuine look behind his eyes. In a desperate effort to hold onto this idea Y/n had created about the both of them, she said, "If I waited, would that help? Would that change things?" The hole in her heart grew bigger and bigger with each passing second that Charles didn't answer. Letting out a sigh, he said. "Y/n, even if you waited, it's not gonna change how I feel about you. I'm sorry, but I've always seen you as a great friend," Charles said, and with that gone was the future of them together; empty was the house they were supposed to move into after a few years of dating; dead was the flower garden they both would have spent hours trying to maintain; forgotten were the children they would have eventually had; lost was the life they would have shared.

So I'll stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship You taught me a lesson, that feelings are reckless It's just like the novels, side characters end up alone

It is observed that friendships that start because someone expresses a romantic interest tend to take on a different meaning once the feelings involved in the situation are gone. Empty, distant, and disregarded, that is what Y/n felt. Ever since Charles told her that he did not reciprocate her feelings, something inside Y/n died. Gone was the girl who always paid attention to Charles, who, even in a room full of people, always had one eye on him. Gone was the girl who tried to impress the boy she was in love with. Instead, she started to loathe the fragments that were left of their friendship. They no longer met up. No longer did they have their phone calls that lasted for hours on end. 

True to his words, Charles was in fact seeing someone; someone he officially announced his relationship with 2 weeks after their fallout, or at least that is what Y/n likes to call that morning in Italy. Charles taught Y/n what love actually was and how beautiful the feeling can be. Charles is also the person who taught her how reckless feelings can actually be. It's messy and complicated. It's the girl not getting the guy; it's the golden boy meeting his girl next door. It's just like the novels, where the side character always ends up alone, forgotten somewhere in the background of the main character's story.

So I'll just take a footnote in your life And you could take my body Every line I would write for you But a footnote will do A footnote will do

Standing at the Ferrari garage, Y/n could feel everyone's excitement. Charles had won yet another Grand Prix. Everyone rushed out of the garage, heading towards the barrier to celebrate with him, Y/n could see Charles getting out of his car and running to where she was standing. He was just a few metres away from them when he opened his arms and started running towards them. Y/n almost thought he was coming over to hug her, but just as she was about to let her imagination get the best of her, reality came crashing down on her again. Charles leaped into the arms of his girlfriend, the same girl next door she lost him to. The girl who has a polite smile and a kind heart. The girl who he now shares a puppy with. It reminded Y/n of her place in his life; no longer was she a priority for him. She was merely a footnote in his life now; gone was the time where she would have been a chapter or few in his books, but for her, he had been the entire story; the start, the middle, and the end. 

Every line she wrote, she wrote for him, but now all she can afford is a footnote in his life. 

But a footnote will do. A footnote will do for her.

[vampire-cupid]

Day 17: Gift Wrapping

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

“I cant believe you waited until last minute to pack all your gifts!” you told Josh, currently helping him wrap all the Christmas presents he bought last minute.

“Sorry, I kind of forgot.” Josh said, hugging you from behind to hopefully raise your mood.

“Bullshit! I took you Christmas shopping last week but you said you had everything under control.”

All you heard from Josh was an embarrassed laugh.

“I was just too focused on spending time with my lovely and amazing girlfriend.” Josh flirted, kissing your cheek multiple times.

Shaking your head with a small laugh, you turn your attention back to the present in front of you. Taking your laugh as a win, Josh rested his head on your shoulder, just watching you work.

It didn’t take you long until you had all the presents finished.

Well, sort of.

“Babe?” you ask, your tone a but darker than before.

“Yes, love of my life?” his voice was sweeter than normal, noticing your change of tone.

“Is it possible that you forgot someones present?” you question, listening for a reaction.

“Nope. Everything is here.” he answered, tightening your arms around you.

You count through the presents again, all wrapped and with a note so everyone knew who it belonged to.

“Are you sure?” you ask again.

“Yes Im sure, why?” he grew a bit nervous under your tone.

“In that case, where is my present?” you laced your voice with all the sweetness you could manage but it had no use hiding the displeasure in it.

“Ah is that what this is about? Don’t worry babe, I got your present.” he laughs but you didn’t quite believe him.

“Really? You don’t mind proving it do you?”

You expected him to make up an excuse but not to jump up and look at you with a big smile.

You watched as he takes one of the ribbons you used to make the gifts look nicer and put it on his head.

“TADA!” he exclaimed, smiling at you brightly and spreading his arms.

All you did was stare at him. You watched as Josh turned more and more nervous as the seconds passed by.

“Just a joke babe.” he laughs, taking off the ribbon.

Raising an eyebrow you repeat your request “Can I see my present for real now, just to make sure you didn’t forget?”

And in his mind, the best idea Josh could come up with was by putting the ribbon on his pants, right in front of his dick.

“Here you go.”

Once again you stared at him. Sweat was already rolling down his temple as he waited for a reaction. Any reaction.

And you laughed.

Josh finally let out the breath he was holding, nearly folding forward.

“You can be glad I love you.” you laugh, instantly getting pulled in a tight hug once again, your laughter silenced by the lips that were pressed against yours.

[mystic-insanity]

Lockdown: Part One

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|| Lights blare rapidly, the sounds only fit for that of terror filled the once quiet halls. Hell must be breaking loose, certainly, the scientists acted as such- rushing to their lockers and fleeing like frighten sheep.. no hound to protect them here. The sounds only progressed, shrieks, things rushing by on a rapid frenzy, to where or for what no one knew. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours, a hiss suddenly filled the locked room. Had a scientist braved the hectic floor to come back? No-- a voice far too smug to be a panicked scientist greeted, waving the golden striped card.. Now that was a familiar specimen.||

Lazy story blurb tada~ This took a few days due to not feeling great, some parts could certainly be improved on probably. I might work on making a more definitive Sebastian design but..its complete ^^

[darkwants]

it shouldn't have mattered if she was 'having fun' or not and ezra had rarely felt this kind of rage over someone he'd slept with being close to another guy. he'd talked girls into spreading their legs for his friends and even praised girls for being good little fucktoys after random men groped them, but this was unbearable and just simply couldn't be permitted. the fact that leila didn't move away from the man didn't help matters, either, and ezra realized with a sense of clarity that someone would be in a world of hurt by the end of the night.

"hands off her now, she's not up for grabs." which was news to ezra, too, but he wasn't going to question it, not even when he knew that leila was right and that he'd never held back from flirting with other women. yet ezra was willing to give that up without a doubt if leila recognized her place, if she stopped questioning him and just listened.

"and you, get over here right now." he added, that comment directed towards leila as he pointed to the space next to him. ezra wasn't sure yet just how much trouble leila was going to be in, but a lot of it depending on how she acted in the next ten seconds.

Leila had always thrived on attention, and it wasn’t as if it was a challenge to find someone who would indulge her. She rarely had trouble finding someone to dote on her, especially tonight in a tight black dress that had a precarious hold on her cleavage that was almost spilling out. Eyes had been on her all night. At one point she’d known Ezra was there, but it had slipped her mind after a few drinks and a lot of flirting. She was giggling as a man she’d met only hours ago laced his fingers with her own and led her up the stairs, pulling her against him once they were behind the bedroom door. Their lips had just met when suddenly the door had flown open again. Startling, Leila’s eyes went wide when she found Ezra standing there with anger written all over him which somehow that surprised her more than his sudden appearance.

“What the fuck, man?” The guy asked, throwing Ezra an annoyed look as he kept one arm around her.

“What are you doing, Ezra?” She didn’t move away from the other man, brow furrowing in confusion. “I was just having fun, you know, kind of like you go out and have fun with the other girls you keep waiting.”

[mssonepiece]

You said you wanted one..

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Content~Fluff

From this poll.

You and Satoru have decided to take the next step in your relationship by moving in together. You've been dating for five years now, and after bringing it up so often you decided to shoot the bullet and ask Satoru if he really wanted to find a place to grow and start a family of your own. You were nervous asking him such a question at first but he agreed that you'd been dating so long that you might as well live together. Adding that it would be much easier to sleep in the same bed when you aren't having to travel to each others houses every night. It's been a serene few weeks breaking into the new house and creating new habits. Picking a house that suited both of your requirements was very stressful on you and finally being able to relax knowing all the furniture was in place, was everything that you needed with this move. With everything being in order, you and Satoru were able to spend days at home resting on the couch or in bed. The move has brought you together much closer than you've ever been. It felt like you didn't need anything else from life in this moment. However, Satoru walking past a pet store on his way from work couldn't help himself from getting pulled into the shop. He took his time browsing around all the fish, birds, dogs, and eventually cats that were in the back of the store. There's a range of colors to pick from of small kittens, they have to be at least 3 months old. Instantly Satoru knew that he had to bring one of these kittens home to you. He remembers how you mentioned loving animals and wanting a few of your own one day, which is only temping him to buy one more. A yellowish-orange kitten with a cream colored patch covering half of its face stretches up the glass as far at it can reach, catching Satoru attention. He can't help but let out an audible 'aw' at its actions, smiling brightly at the thoughts in his head. He takes a minute to watch all the kittens play before walking up to the staff to show them which cat he will be taking home.

You got home from working at your office job about an hour ago, deciding to unpack a few of the remaining boxes lying around the house to tidy up a bit. It’s an attempt at trying to keep yourself busy while waiting for Satoru to get home from a "hard" day of teaching, though after a while you notice it seems to be taking a little longer today than normal. It’s not long before you get tired of emptying boxes and opts for putting on a tv show to past the time instead. Half an hour later the click of the front doors lock and the footsteps of Satoru's boots pulls away your attention from the show you put on. "I'm home," He shouts in a sing-song tone. "and I got something for us!" Closing the door behind him and taking his time to take his shoes off. You lunge off the couch and walk through the living room/kitchen to where the main entrance of your newly shared home is.

"Hi baby. Whatchu get?" You try getting on your tippy-toes to look around his frontside. He was attempting to hide something in his jacket but wasn’t doing a very good job as he was revealing the surprise to anyone in front of him. Satoru giggles, doing his best to not just show the cute kitten he's got on his detour to his lover. "Hey!" dragging out the 'y' when he still doesn’t show you what he's hiding. "Show me already Satoru!" You grab onto his sleeve, starting a small tug of war with him and his arm. Finally you pull him to face your direction with all your might, all he says is a quick 'tada' before presenting the small orange kitten to you in his large hands. "Oh my god.." Your jaw drops for a moment. Before you can register what's going on you're grabbing the kitten out of Satoru's hands.

"Be careful!" He jokes.

"I know. Oh my god Toru. I can't believe this! I've literally been wanting an orange cat for so long!" The smile on your face is more than worth it to Satoru.

"The worker said that this was one of their favorite cats in the store and she's such a little cuddle bug." Satoru laughs at the employees words, enjoying the view of the new responsibility. "She was climbing all over me on the walk home. She's a cutie, just like you sweetie."

"Aww. Really? That's so cute!" Your smiling so hard its starting to hurt but your certain your already in love with this kitten Satoru got. "I love her!" Cuddling the kitten up to your face you feel her purring lightly. Satoru feels a rush of heat flow through him as he watches his girlfriend with the small animal. His smile is also starting to hurt his face but he doesn’t care.

"What should we name it?" Satoru grabs your waist and pulls you into him. He has the perfect view of his girl and his kitty.

"It! Satoru!" You pet the kitten comfortingly as if it understood Satoru's comment. He rolls his eyes, giggling at the face you make and taking the chance to pull you closer. "We should name her.. hmm" You look down at the kitten to see if it'll ignite any ideas in your brain. "How about-"

"How about we name it Suguru?" Satoru chuckles.

"Shut up. We aren't naming her Suguru." You roll your eyes which only making Satoru laugh larger. "We need to pick a cute name, not our dead best friends babe." He juts out his bottom lip. He looks so cute that it makes you laugh. Your laugh always makes Satoru's heart do cartwheels, it makes him feel lightheaded knowing that he's the one making you laugh or smile. He drops his head to your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck. The kitten puts its small paws on his face, causing another cute laugh from you. "Aww, you look so cute together." He smiles at your comment, bringing one hand up from your waist to pet the kitten. "Let's name her Honey. Because her furs the color of honey, and she's super sweet." There's no response, you only feel Satoru nod and his hair tickling you from in your neck. You're sure you haven't dropped the smile from your face since Satoru walked through the door. Who would have guess he would have gotten you the kitten you've been wanting to get yourself for years. You always put it off due to work, worried that you wouldn't be home enough to actually take care of a kitten. Now with Satoru around it will be much easier to raise an animal. His warm breath against your neck and collar bones is relaxing, and the view of him petting and admiring your new kitten is causing butterflies in your stomach. You let out a satisfied hum as it seems life could never be better than it is now. Finally moving in with your long-term boyfriend, having a beautiful home, a stable job, and now a new pet to top it off. It truly feels like you are starting a family with Satoru after all these years..

Would y'all be interested in a part 2?

[writing-whump]

Can't stop throwing up

Sick feverish Isaiah with Arnie during a sleepover. Warning for emeto.

Arnie was so excited about tonight.

Could you celebrate the third week in a row that your oldest brother stayed over from Friday to Saturday for a sleepover?

Yeah, he should be getting a social life. But this was Isaiah they were talking about. Every new tradition, habit or event with him was a success in Arnie's book.

Things were going great. Hector and Isaiah weren't fighting, Isaiah was making new memories with all of them, they were getting along great.

Okay, so maybe Isaiah and Hector were both a bit overcareful, trying not to fight so much their conversations were rather shallow...and Isaiah wasn't exactly sharing much about his pack or life or studies or work...and they haven't exactly talked about anything that mattered for the last two times- but hey, they could use a breather, right?

There was the stuff with the reveal, the car accident, Hector's injuries, so basically Isaiah always came through for them in a crisis. They didn't need to create more tension by talking about heavy things when they could relax and discuss movies, right?

Arnie definitely didn't want to kill the mood. And any time they spend together they got to know each other better, right?

Right?

Arnie ordered takeout so they wouldn't have to worry about food. Isaiah loved cooking, but boy did it take time. Everything had to be perfect and cut to tiniest pieces and patiently waited for.

Arnie and Hector cooked 20 minutes long recipes tops. Throw it into the pan, add whatever is currently in the fridge and tada.

So Arnie figured out the shortcut, let the robot vacuum cleaner run the place clean and waited entirely patiently and without looking at the clock for 6 pm to come.

Isaiah came exactly on time, as usual. "Hey, kid."

Arnie didn't run to the door like a kid, mind you. He came slowly and with dignity, like an adult. "Isaiah!" He tried not to shout or smile too loud. His enthusiasm might become overwhelming at this pace.

The wolf hang his coat, trying to act more at home each time he came.

Arnie sneaked in a quick hug before revealing the dinner he prepared.

Isaiah looked...relieved at the sight. It made Arnie to take a second look, noticing how pale his oldest brother was.

"Hector has a pack meeting. He will be joining later," Arnie said, moving to get a plate for Isaiah for the Italian food and salad he ordered before the older could. He must have been tired to not manage to do it first.

"Right. Guess, it's you and me for tonight's movies, then."

"Go sit in the living room. I'll get it," Arnie said. "Hector might show up around 10 or something. He doesn't like taking calls during the meet. A definition of unavailable."

Another weird thing. Isaiah went to sit down as asked, not insisting to help.

Arnie brought both their plates, spaghetti and salad and meat, joining Isaiah on the couch. "Long week?"

Isaiah blinked in confusion. "Hmm? No. Not really. Maybe." He took a hesitant bite from the food as if to stop himself from other noninformative answers.

"Exams all finished?"

"Yeah, it was okay."

"Planning something for the summer?"

"Oh, just some work maybe. I got this practicum about urban structures creating cohesion in cities. Some wolf meets. We will probably go to a sea somewhere, don't know how Seline's family schedules look yet."

So leaving his week free for meddling and potential conflicts between packs, the weekly meets and something for school.

It was also hard to wrap his head around Seline's family schedules. Someone with parents to consider that they liked and that Isaiah wanted to get along with as well.

Made harder by the fact Arnie yet had to meet the girl and assess how truly fitting or even good she was for his brother.

Girls always separate brothers, don't they? They were separated for too long to girls doing the demages now.

Isaiah quietly ate his food, not asking back. Eyes towards the bowl like it was interesting. Or like he was tired.

Arnie tried to wiggle the conversation towards what happened last two weeks. No results. Isaiah was still as dodgy as always, tired or not.

They finished their food, sun slowly setting behind the windows.

Arnie had three movies prepared and was ready for a discussion, since the two of team knew most famous movies or classics and rewatched them just for the commentary. But Isaiah was happy to settle on the first option of the cult movie Fatal Attraction.

Arnie got lost in the plot and the atmosphere, curious what the more horrific parts of the movie would be like with Isaiah there...

Isaiah wasn't following much. His eyes were glassy and drooping. He leaned his head back and to the side, which was a change from his usual uptight and upright sitting.

Arnie wasn't sure what to make of it, when Isaiah's eyes fell shut, head lolling to the side.

Ah. So that's what it meant. He carefully saved that information up for later in his mental file.

Isaiah was breathing slow and loud against thr backdrop of the movie, the lights making his skin look even paler.

Arnie lowered the volume and snuggled closer to lean his head against Isaiah's shoulder. Still wasn't such a bad night. He could count it as a win that Isaiah relaxed enough to fall asleep.

***

The more scream-intense parts towards the end of the movie turned out to be a challange. It started to rain and Arnie couldn't hear anything with how quiet it was.

Each louder sound made Isaiah wince in his sleep and grumble something. Arnie soon gave up, shutting the TV off.

He went to fetch himself some tea with milk, feeling cozy listening to the rain. Isaiah was soundly alseep, breathing a bit erratically under the blanket Arnie threw over his curled up form.

It was almost 10 pm and no traces of Hector. Delaney, Hector's second was the one to text Arnie the meet was probably going to drag tonight.

Ah well.

A few muffled coughs interrupted his thoughts. Arnie poured the boiling water over the tea, leaving it to brew to go peek into the living room.

"Hey, you waking up, sleepyhead- holy shit!"

The coughs weren't just coughs. Isaiah was propped up on his elbow, coughing up pale brown pieces of their dinner over the sofa and the floor.

Arnie exclaimed, running to his side. He had to sidestep the puddle forming under Isaiah's head.

Isaiah moaned. Like actually, pitifully moaned, back arching as more vomit came up. His eyes were barely open, like he was still half asleep.

"Jesus, man. Hey, Isaiah? You with me?" Arnie nervously put a hand on his arm, a little out of his depth in face of such sickness from his neat, controlled and never to be seen sick brother.

Isaiah spit at the ground, before slowly sitting up, rubbing at his face. "Arnie? What...what happened?"

"Do you still feel sick?"

"Sick- what-?" Isaiah frowned, letting go of his face to look around and gasped in horror. "Christ, did I just- I'm so sorry, Arnie, I didn't-" he cut himself off with a burp at the sight of the mess.

He pressed a hand against his mouth but Arnie could hear the liquid rushing up his throat and splatter through his fingers with a force. A gush of vomit dripped down his chin on his white bottom up.

"Okay, man, think we should get you into the bathroom," Arnie said, surprised he managed something coherent with how shocked he was. It happened so fast, his mind was still catching up.

Arnie took Isaiah under the elbow, helping him manevour around the puke covering where he was lying on the sofa.

Isaiah wobbled on the way, stopping for a second to catch his breath. "God, aww." He pressed a hand to his stomach from the clean side. Another burp made him speed up though.

The sick wolf fell to his knees in front of the toilet and immediately heaved, whole body shaking with the wave of vomit that rushed out.

Arnie winced, kneeling down next to him to put a hand on his back. What the hell just happened? Did Isaiah not notice?

Isaiah folded over with the next retch, a guttural horrible sound that echoed through the whole bathroom. A far cry from the earlier inconspicuous coughs.

"Did it just hit you out of nowhere? Was it the food?" Arnie asked in his daze. "We had the same thing and I feel fine..."

"Urgh," Isaiah belched, face almost completely inside the toilet. The distinct sound of liquid hitting water followed right after.

Arnie rubbed his upper back, horrified how much it moved under his fingers as Isaiah's stomach contracted, back heaving and moving in waves with the sickness pouring out of him.

Isaiah's dirty shirt was complete transparent with the sweat. Arnie cupped his neck, hissing at the searing heat coming off him. "Shit, you are burning up."

Isaiah gasped for breath, finally lifting his head and pushing the flush bottom. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize I was sick, I wouldn't have come." There was saliva and puke all over his chin.

Arnie grabbed the roll of toilet paper and handed it to him. "You didn't realise you were feeling off?"

"I was- thanks-" Isaiah cleaned himself up with shaky fingers. His complexion wasn't just pale but sickly green at this point. Arnie could count all the veins in his cheeks and around his eyes.

"I felt a bit off, but thought it was just stress." He slumped against the wall, taking quick sharp breaths.

"Was your week so bad?" Arnie took the crumbled paper from Isaiah's hands that went limp by his sides, throwing them out into the toilet. He was getting fed up by this mysterious work problem.

"No, not that..." Isaiah closed his eyes, a red flush forming over the top of his visible cheek. "'s usually when I come here, that my stomach hurts, that's normal," he mumbled.

Arnie gasped, looking away. His chest hitched painfully at the words, like someone poked him under the ribs enough to leave a bruise.

He didn't have time to work over the new fever confessed secret. Isaiah's throat bobbed dangerously, a low gurgling sound coming from his stomach. He wrapped his hand around the organ, groaning quietly. "I should go home. I don't feel so good."

Isaiah tried to stand. Arnie quickly grabbed his hand. "Where do you want to go in your state? You are delirious with fever and about to throw up again. You can't drive."

Isaiah swayed, the yank of Arnie's grip bringing him down to the floor again. He squeezed his eyes shut, bowing forward. "I shouldn't be here when I'm sick-"

"It's okay. I don't care about that. You can totally stay here, come on."

Isaiah opened his mouth to answer and a sick burp came up, ending with a gag.

Arnie took him by the arm with both hands to steer him over the toilet just in time for Isaiah to heave up a mouthful of puke.

His back jolted with a hiccup and he moaned. Arnie could see his stomach muscles falling inside as he heaved, a much thicker and stronger wave sputtering out.

"God," Isaiah groaned, another surge of vomit coming up. He barely had time to breathe.

"Okay, okay. Just breathe and let it out. It will over soon." Would it? He had never seen anyone throwing up so much.

Isaiah's head started to sink towards the rim so Arnie quickly put his palm in the way, helping him to lean back as he flushed the toilet, reminded of the terrible heat by the touch.

"We need to cool you down, your fever is too high." He got up to put one of the big towels into the sink and wet it with cold water.

He offered it to Isaiah who buried his face in the towel, while Arnie worked on the bottoms of his soiled shirt, finally wiggling Isaiah out of it. "There we go."

Isaiah let out a quite whine as Arnie pulled the shirt from one arm and then the other. He was swaying even sitting and propped up against the wall like that, panting for breath. "I'm so sorry." His eyes were glittering and the fever flush stood out against his skin like a sunburn.

"You don't need to apologize. You are sick, it's not your fault." Arnie balled the shirt up and threw it on the floor before taking the towel for himself. Isaiah couldn't even hold it to his face, hands limp and useless.

Arnie tapped the wet towel against his cheeks and chin, then forehead, before draping it around his back and neck. Let the cold seep through a little.

Isaiah shivered, hugging his arms around himself before suddenly pitching forward with a heave.

Barely making it over the toilet, he projectile vomited another thick wave. It came in quick violent bursts that jolted his whole frame.

"You are okay. You are going to be alright, just get it up," Arnie repeated, a ting of panic creeping into his voice. He bit down at his fingernails on his left forefinger, trying to shake the claustrophobic pressure on his chest away. There was also some at the back of his head, the kind of stressful strain that came before migraines.

"H-hey," Isaiah sput into the water, folding his arms over the rim to hold himself up. "You doing okay?" He sounded so tired, voice all scratchy from the bouts of puking.

"I'm fine," Arnie protested, shifitng closer so he could hide his face against Isaiah's sweaty back without any weight. "You are j-just so sick- I-I-" He cut himself off, corners of his mouth pushing downwards without his permission.

"It's going to be okay," Isaiah mumbled. He lied his head on his hands over the toilet, looking at Arnie from the side. "Gonna pass in- buuurp - a bit. Don't worry."

Arnie bit his lip, guilty that Isaiah was the one comforting him.

Isaiah gave him a weak smile, before wincing as another gag had him turning his head between his hands to vomit yet another gush of puke into the toilet. Like a source of endless liquid.

Arnie hated his eyes were burning and that Hector wasn't here and that he didn't notice sooner and that Isaiah didn't notice cause he always felt sick when coming to visit them- he bit back a sob forming in his throat.

"I'm gonna be right back," he promised, bolting out of the bathroom.

Some of the hot tears escaped down his cheeks, but he didn't pay them any mind. He grabbed his phone, dialing up Hector's number.

His second brother took it on the third ring. "Arnie, this better be an emergency or I swear-"

"Isaiah is sick," Arnie interjected in a tiny voice. "Like can't stop vomiting kind of sick. Please, come home?"

There was a stunned silence.

"I'm on my way."

[ikalyyy]

♡︎ㅤㅤ! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָstray bunny pt. 02⋆⭒˚.⋆

Where Kang Saebyeok is chased by another girl after they were fired from the games.

𖹭.ᐟ Warnings: angst ; fluff ; no callback to the games ; fem! reader

Part two

Arriving at Saebyeok's small home was a small respite, you entered before Saebyeok even told you, you smiled happy to at least have a roof over your head.

"Woah, your home is beautiful, Byeokkie" you murmured happily, letting out a high pitched squeal that made her want to put earplugs in, but what really threw her off was the nickname.

"Don't ever call me that again in your miserable life" she growled in annoyance.

You pouted, ever since she told you her name just a few minutes ago, you had been racking your brains thinking of a good nickname for the cold girl.

"Okay, Byeokkie!" you jumped into the small kitchen, looking around.

"Now that I think about it, I have absolutely nothing to eat" she said but before she could say anything else, you came out -literally- from one of the low drawers in the kitchen, with a package of ramen in your hand.

"Tada~" you smiled happily and ran up to her, showing off your little accomplishment, but she seemed more confused by the fact that you had gotten into that small space to look for food.

"I guess we'll have to share" she sighed, she hated sharing her food, her space, absolutely everything, she was only shared with her little brother.

You both sat on the floor, opening the package and starting to eat it like that, as if they were cookies, because there was definitely no water and much less gas.

"It doesn't taste that bad if you imagine you're eating pizza" you murmured smiling, Saebyeok was starting to get uncomfortable seeing you smile 90% of the time.

"Byeokkie, where am I going to sleep?"

Before she could scold you again for calling her that, she remembered that she only had a small mattress, some blankets, a pillow and that's it, she didn't even have a couch.

"I don't know, kid, eat" she said, she would fix that later.

"Okay, Byeokkie!" You smiled and obediently went back to eating. “By the way, don’t call me ‘little girl’ I already told you my name” you mumbled, pursing your lips.

“Will you stop calling me ‘Byeokkie’?” she asked, looking at you, you shook your head in denial with a mischievous smile “Then I’ll keep calling you ‘little girl’, now shut up before I throw you out the window.”

You gulped, before quickly nodding.

After their grand feast, the two of you fell silent, Saebyeok walked over to a small corner cabinet, pulled out a short sleeved shirt and a pair of baggy pants, without saying anything he dropped them on your head.

“What?” you looked at the old clothes and then looked at Saebyeok “Do you want me to go throw them away?” you asked innocently, making Saebyeok glare at you.

“No, you idiot. It's for you to take off that stupid skirt and put on something comfortable to sleep in" she said before walking a few steps, she dropped onto the mattress under your gaze.

You quickly changed, your hands holding your pants so they wouldn't fall down.

Saebyeok took one of his blankets and dropped it in one of the corners of the room, pointing with his finger.

"Wait... I'm going to sleep there? You're treating me like a dog!" you whine, but walk over to where he dropped the blanket. "You suck at treating your guests."

"I never really invited you, I felt sorry for you. And no, I'm not treating you like a dog, you're more like a... a bunny" she said, there was something in her tone that was different, maybe less serious and more mocking.

"Ugh!" without being able to protest anymore, you settle down in the small corner, doing your best to get into the blanket and not touch the floor, but at the same time, covering yourself a little.

A few minutes passed, Saebyeok already had her pajamas on, she was lying on her back, her arms above her head, she was starting to fall asleep, but the little ball shaking in that corner, made her wake up.

"Idiot..." she muttered before standing up, she walked over to you and gave you a little kick "go to the mattress, I'll sleep here" she said reluctantly, you looked at her for a few seconds before running to the mattress and letting yourself fall.

Saebyeok took your place, the blanket barely covered his feet, he took a deep breath and turned around, looking at the wall, he was starting to close his eyes when he felt a warm presence behind her, she turned around just to see you, curled up and covered with a blanket, you were still shaking a little.

"Little girl, if you don't stop right now, I'm going to take the mattress and leave you here" she said, trying to sound threatening, but she couldn't help but think about how adorable you looked there next to her.

"Byeokkie..." again that stupid nickname that Saebyeok hated came out of your lips.

"Silly girl" she said before standing up, you thought she would keep her word and leave, but she took your arm and pulled you "if you kick me at night, you won't wake up" she said, both of you fell on the small mattress, covered themselves with the blankets and were so close that it was useless to turn your backs.

The night passed normally, until suddenly, Saebyeok felt something bury itself in her chest, she opened her eyes scared only to find a mat of soft hair.

"Damn girl" she muttered before resting his chin on your head and falling back to sleep.

I'm looking forward to seeing Saebyeok's development!!

Thanks for reading, and if you want mentions, I'll gladly add them!

ᥫ᭡ with lots of love and sugar, ika (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[rocknrolldecadence]

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merry christmas, babe

it’s christmas eve, and you forgot to get izzy a present.

warnings: none

a/n: i know this isn’t a request but i wanted to give you guys a christmas fic 😛 i know it’s a tad bit early but oh well

it was cold. very cold. LA was alive with the spirit of christmas, and you were alive with stress. it was christmas eve, and you had completely forgotten to get izzy a gift. you had no clue how it had slipped your mind. the two of you had only really hinted at christmas gifts, but that was no excuse to forget entirely!

you paced your apartment, trying to think of what to get him. izzy was a very simple man - music, drugs, and you were his loves. of course, you wouldn���t get him drugs as a present. what kind of girlfriend would you be if you did that? additionally, it’d be nonsensical to wrap yourself up and say ‘tada!’.

then it hit you. a guitar. you’d get him a new guitar! you had the money from saving up. your face lit up as the thought came into your head. it was perfect.

now all you had to do was actually get the guitar. it was starting to get dark, and it was christmas eve, so you had to hurry. you grabbed your coat and put on your shoes, dashing out of your apartment. the cold air hit you, but you didn’t care, rushing to your car. you turned the key in the ignition and sped off to the nearest guitar store to your apartment.

you got there with twenty minutes til closing time. you hurried over to the wall of guitars, scanning it for something your boyfriend might like. your eyes passed by many different brands, shapes, sizes and colours. until you saw the one.

a gorgeous gibson les paul was hanging there. it had a beautiful black body. it was glossy, but not overly so. the hardware was stunning too, a elegant gold colour you hadn’t seen on a guitar before. you knew then that it was the perfect christmas present for izzy. everything about it just spoke to you. you disregarded the $30 budget the two of you had agreed on for gifts.

“need any help?” a store worker asked you, clearly itching to clean up and get home for christmas.

“oh yeah,” you stuttered out of surprise, “i wanna buy that one there.”

you pointed up to the les paul. the worker sighed and went into the back of the store. they came back with a small ladder, placing it so that they could take the instrument down.

quickly you paid for it and walked out the door. you loaded the guitar into the back of your car, careful to strap the box in the seatbelts. if anything damaged it while you were driving, you weren’t sure if you’d ever recover. driving through the streets of LA, nervousness started to creep in on you. what if izzy didn’t like the guitar? what if he thought it looked bad?

you ignored those thoughts the best you could and walked back into your apartment. you set izzy’s gift on the sofa and rooted around for some wrapping paper. you eventually found some from last year and began to wrap the box up. you took special care to make sure it was neat. securing it with a red bow you’d found while rummaging, you placed it under the tree. and then, you heard a knock.

you opened the door and were met with the face of your boyfriend. the plans you’d made with him to spend christmas eve together had completely slipped out of your mind when you realised earlier that you hadn’t gotten him a gift. in your head, you thanked god for izzy not coming over any earlier.

“hey baby,” you smiled, “come on in.”

izzy made his way in with you, and gave you a little gift bag he’d been carrying. inside was a bottle of your favourite wine, some chocolates, and a small bouquet of mistletoe. you laughed and thanked him.

“wanna go hang it up?” he prompted, smirking.

“you do it. you’re taller than me.” you spoke back, giggling.

izzy walked into your living room, and before he could even look at where he’d hang the mistletoe, he saw the big box under the tree.

“who got you that?”

“it’s not for me, silly. it’s for you.”

izzy stared at you, dumbfounded. “but that’s massive.”

“do you wanna open it?”

izzy went over to the tree and started tearing the wrapping paper. he gasped when he saw what it was.

“no way. no fuckin way you got me a guitar.”

“i know, i know. but i just had to go over the budget when i saw it.”

“babe, you shouldn’t have.”

“do you like it?”

izzy didn’t answer, letting the deep kiss he gave you speak for itself. you kissed him back, happy that he liked his present.

“go on, open the box.” you said to him.

izzy did as he was told and opened it. he gasped again when he held the instrument in his hands.

“she’s beautiful.” was all he spoke.

“i’m so glad you like it, baby. merry christmas.”

“merry christmas, babe.”

[anaoyuo]

Play With The Stars || deleted scenes

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Gojo Satoru x f!reader

notes: You’re looking at the first scene that didn’t make it into the story and got lost in my files. I wrote the draft at the beginning of adg, unsure where it would fit, but I thought I’d just use it later. Spoiler: it never happened. It was meant for the middle of the story. Unfortunately, we were busy with angst, so I wrapped it up quickly and tada here it is!

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The glass doors slid open and you were immediately hit by the terribly hot, muggy summer air. After spending the entire day in the nicely air-conditioned office, you hadn't even noticed how intense the heat had gotten outside.

The sudden growl of a motor snapped you and other nearby pedestrians out of your thoughts. There, parked at the curb, was a man who played with the loud engine of his motorcycle, spewing out the exhaust for no reason other than to show off. What an idiot. 

You rolled your eyes and were about to turn away, but as you looked closer, you quickly realized you knew that idiot. 

The man took off his helmet and ran a hand through his snowy white hair that lay a little damp and flat against his forehead.

Your brows furrowed in surprise as you approached him. "Satoru?"

"Hello, babes." Gojo grinned at you, wide and toothy. His cheeks dusted with a faint hint of pink, the heat having made them flush.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just thought I'd drop by to sweeten your day," he replied, letting go of the handlebars to lean back. 

Your gaze drifted downward to the intimidating machine. It suited him well, a glossy black frame with a few blue details here and there, most likely customized. 

"I didn't know you could ride one of these," you said, nodding toward the bike.

Gojo let out a dramatic gasp. "How rude of you to think there's something I can't do."

You smiled, keeping your lips tight and eyes dull. "Oh, forgive my ignorance. I totally forgot how amazing you are."

"Exactly." He slid off his bike and unhooked the second helmet from his seat, holding it out to you. "Here. Put it on."

"I'll pass."

His entire expression plummeted faster than a rock in water.

Had he just been rejected? Him? The great Gojo Satoru?

He huffed, as if he was just beginning to really process your response. "Wait, what do you mean? You can't pass. I'm already here."

"I've never ridden a bike before, and this thing doesn't look like it's made for slow, friendly rides," you explained while casting a wary glance at the motorcycle.

"I can make it slow and friendly." 

You frowned, unconvinced. "Oh, really?"

"Well, if you're gonna beg for it, I might, yeah," he said, a smirk curving his lips upward. 

Without saying another word, you turned around and started striding away. 

"Where you going?" Gojo's voice trailed after you.

"Taking the bus," you called back over your shoulder.

"Aw, come on. I'll be careful!" 

As you walked, Gojo hurried to catch up, reaching out to grab your arm and halt you.

"I'm literally wearing a skirt, Satoru," you protested, trying to reason with him. A futile attempt, always useless. 

"Yeah, so? You have a nice ass, just arch your back and give the cars behind us something exciting to look at."

You sighed deeply, feeling the will to argue back drain out of you in a single breath.

"Seriously, babe, you're so boring sometimes. I'm here to offer you a fun ride, and what do you do? You choose the bus! The bus, of all things! Do you know how lame that is? Sitting there, waiting for it to lurch forward every few minutes. You might as well be watching paint dry!"

While you tried to tune him out, it was not working. You really, really hoped that if you just ignored him long enough, he would eventually tire himself out and shut up, but no. Gojo rambled on and on and on with no sign of stopping anytime soon. 

"...it's like, turning down free candy. Who even does that? Oh, wait, you do! And what about sorting your socks by color? Probably your idea of a crazy Friday night, huh? Or maybe alphabetizing your spice rack is more your idea of a good time. Am I right? Or using coasters—"

Your patience snapped as you cut in. 

"You will drive slow, Satoru."

Gojo stared at your finger that poked his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back. "Fuck, you're so sexy when you give me commands," he groaned.  

"Satoru," you warned again. "You will drive slowly."

"Yes, ma'am." Gojo saluted in front of you. 

You straddled the bike behind him, pressing a little closer than necessary, chest flushed against his broad back.

After he revved the engine to life, Gojo leaned into you, his gloved hands finding their way to your naked thighs to tease you with some strokes and squeezes.

"Nervous, babe?"

"Yes."

Gojo grabbed your wrist, guiding your arm away from his waist to rest against his chest, right above where his heart pulsed, holding your hand there. 

"Don't worry. I promise you that after we get home, you'll want to ride my bike every single day."

You heaved a sigh that faded into a chuckle. "Definitely not."

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—In memory of the bastard I dated in 2020 Full series: ao3

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Idk if you've done this but, the 141+Los Vaqueros reacting to US proposing to them

A/n: I haven’t done this yet! So tada :), gender neutral per usual

Alejandro:

-he wasn’t expecting it in the slightest, even when people tried to tell him beforehand he always thought they were just joking. His eyes went wide to see you down on one knee, right after a long night out for gods sake,

-decided to tease you, saying no before he saw you were being genuine, to which he said yes to with the brightest smile ever.

rudy:

-he had just gotten home, from a very very long mission. His clothes still caked in grime since he was to tired to change before you brought him a cup of coffee that he chugged

-he felt something cold and metal touch his tongue and stopped drinking, seeing the stunning ring placed in his coffee.

-“you do know I could have choked on this If I was too tired to notice it, no mi vida? And the answer is yes, as soon as I sleep enough to even physically be happy.”

ghost:

-he had been home for a couple of months, a comforting time for both of you to simply spend time together if anything. So when you asked him to go out to dinner, in public, somewhere fancy? he KNEW something was up.

-got dressed as quick as he could, a nervous smile showing from under the mask he wore off duty. He expected a new promotion, or something usual.

-eyes went like saucers when he saw the ring you slid onto his finge while eating. A subtle but meaningful proposal; in public but not making a crowd. He truly adored you for it. (And said yes)

Gaz:

-you and him never got any time to spend together with him away at base or on mission all the time

-that was until he fell out of a damn helicopter at least, which got him a month or two of leave just in case something was wrong that the medical staff didn’t catch

-you two took that opportunity as MUCH as you could. Cuddling, kissing, doing hobbies, and basically being attached at the hip

-seeing you get down on one knee while simply in your home, the safe place you two stay? His heart leaped to the point he just stood frozen for a second before saying yes in the most emotional voice possible

roach:

-he had just gotten back off the plane from a mission (and the hospital afterwards). his steps were slow as he found you in the crowd of airport goers before hugging you tightly with tears staining his mask.

-you and him held each other the whole way home in a taxi. It felt like hours to be honest.

-you couldn’t even get down at one knee since he wouldn’t let you go! So you simply held the ring out in the palm of your hand.

-he was tired. Wounded. In full mask and gear. And smiling like a fool.

price:

-he went completely silent. To be honest he didn’t think you would ever propose, let alone ON MSSION.

-he was in the middle of reloading his gun when you were fixing up a wound on your shoulder, you two a few rooms apart and talking through comms

-and then out of the blue, you ask the simple question of ‘captain, if I proposed right here right now would you say yes or no?’

-that made him go silent for a bit before muttering into his comm “oh for gods sake, you really chose the one mission were on together alone? But yes. Yes I’d marry you.”

soap:

-you and him were on a trip to Scotland, a trip he had been BEGGING you to go with him on for years.

-you two had done about anything you could think of there, and today you decided to go out on a hike

-at the very top you proposed to him in just as extravagant way as soap himself was. By pretending to fall off a ledge and sliding the ring on his finger while he pulled you up

-took him a good two minutes to notice because he was too worried about you.