#Bromance

[spndxjck2]

[balljointedfae]

In my Honest Opinion, Grumbo is a bromance, Scarian is homiesexual.

[writing-whump]

Routinely nauseous

After some time a proper emeto no-plot fic. Isaiah is sick with Matt caretaker.

Isaiah let go of the rim of the toilet only with great difficulty, his fingers curled up around the cold porcelain like claws.

Matthew eased his away from it though and Isaiah promptly collapsed on the floor on fresh folded towel waiting for him on top of the carpet.

Matthew sat cross-legged next to him like they were having some kind of weird pyjama party. He moved with such ease, like he had done this a million times. And Isaiah supposed he had.

"Is this from exhaustion? I knew you were taking on too much-"

Isaiah coughed and curled up around his aching stomach. "Nonsense. There is plenty of other stuff to choose from." He muffled a burp against the towel under his cheek. "Skipped a meal in the morning, dozed off after lunch in the study room and don't forget the weather is changing..."

Matthew gave him an unhappy pat on the arm. Isaiah squeezed his eyes shut against a new wave of nausea. They were rolling through him since midday, the effect of the heart medication worsened by not eating.

He had been doing pretty fine the last month. Almost a proper schedule, law studies, wolf meets and random patrols, training Rip, talking normally with both Matt and Sel...he wanted to appreciate small mercies of being back in shape, except apparently he couldn't.

"It always come back for some incredibly mundane stupid reason..." Isaiah grumbled under his breath, somewhere between resignation and frustrated anger.

His stomach let out a long whine that caused him to wince, gulping the excessive saliva pooling in his mouth. Which was weird, because his tongue tasted dry and horrible, like he was eating clay.

"You are holding up really well, Zaya. It's fine." Matt rubbed his arm in a soothing way that was just underlining to Isaiah how abnormal it all was.

"Just awesome," Isaiah said sarcastically. "Went almost a month without puking. New record."

"Nobody else even noticed. They all seemed to have forgotten, in fact." Matt said it with a grunt, like he expected better of Hector and Arnie.

Isaiah was glad everything was normal on that front though. He spend the weekend with them touring whatever hills there were around Vienna to tour. They treated him fairly, no concerns, no special considerations.

He was immensely glad nothing about his condition reminded them of it. Even if Arnie watched him like a hawk and Hector tried to kinda of leave the topic hanging open in the air, they didn't actually dare to address it, so he was doing well enough.

Except this stupid Monday morning. He got used to the nauseous effects of the meds, but whenever anything in his routine changed—he ate too quickly, skipped a meal or it was too salty or heavy or foreign or his sleep got messed up just a little—his chest would get heavy, which usually led to his digestion process completely stopping.

His stomach was sore, bloated and hard to the touch, currently twisting the remnants of his lunch into confetti he didn't have much hope to hold down either.

Isaiah rubbed at it with distate. Not to mention the tiredness that came with it, he could barely lift his head.

Another angry ripple went through him, echoing with embarrassing loudness through the bathroom.

The slithery disgusting feeling was back around his teeth and he curled his fingers, hiding his face against the towel with a groan.

"Zaya? How is it going down there?"

"God, don't ask."

Matthew sighed. "Come on, up with you. You will feel better once you puke it up."

"Nothing about puking makes me feel better," Isaiah complained, but let Matt slid his hands under his back and prop him up against the toilet.

He was aware he was rather whiny today, but the constant worried frustration with the state of his body that wasn't coming back together like it was, that reacted differently, that disappointed him when it used to hold him up...

He braced himself against the toilet rim, letting some drool hang from his lips. What a sight he must have made.

The next ripple was downright painful, gnawing and he hang his head as a bubble of air forced its way up. He gagged emptily, a shiver running up his spine.

"Are you cold?" Matt rubbed his back with one hand while holding him up by the shoulder with the other.

"Just nauseous. Getting bad again," Isaiah said through gritted teeth, shutting his eyes. The wave started in the pit of his stomach and slithered through him with a powerful cramp.

He heaved with the force, gagging as a few mouthfuls of spit surged out. So much trouble for such meager results.

But the nausea was still rising, so it wasn't the end for sure.

Isaiah shivered again, gagging emptily at the wavy sensation, wrapping a hand around his stomach where it cramped up the most. His heartbeat was in his ears again, chest heavy and he had that shaky feeling in his hands.

"Shhhh. Almost over. Just get the rest up and you will get a break."

"You know something I don't?" Isaiah mouthed, spitting up but he couldn't seem to force the next wave to come. Or end. Or just move. This stuck in state was horrible.

Matthew shuffled behind him so he could wrap an arm around his chest. His hand landed in the middle of Isaiah's back, tense and ready. "On three, okay? One. Two. Three."

He gave Isaiah's back a strong decisive pat and it seemed to be the spike needed.

Isaiah heaved, whole body rolling as a thick wave of vomit came out. Another and another, leaving him breathless and dizzy from the force, having to brace himself against the rim with both hands to keep his balance.

It felt beyond humiliating to be heaving and gagging in Matthew's hold like that, but when it temprered off, he sagged against the red wolf's chest like a ragdoll.

"There you go. Good job. It will get only better now."

Isaiah let him ease him against his lap, content to curl up against Matthew's tight. He was shivering, so Matt grabbed another towel to throw over him like a blanket.

"I'm so tired of this," Isaiah said, downright pitiful and pitying himself, which he hated but had no strength to fight at the moment.

Matt said nothing, cradling his head in his lap. He took the edge of the blanket-towel and mopped at Isaiah's sweaty forehead, freeing the bangs plastered against the skin.

Isaiah sighed, the most content sound of the evening and let the gravity pull his control and tension apart. Completely boneless in Matthew's grip, relieved as the nausea finally eased.

[superfinemen]

[eroshaven]

[villainboygirl]

What I love in this scene is Loki's reaction.

I thought that Loki would be impressed by Mobius' rage, or that he would be amused. Or that he would immediately start torturing Brad as soon as Mobius got out of the cell.

But no: Loki was stunned by Mobius' reaction.

So, at first, he took steps to stop Mobius before he went too far and escorted him away safely.

Then he followed Mobius to make sure he was okay, asking him over and over without using aggressive tones, despite Mobius trying to downplay it.

Loki saw that Mobius was trying to hide how shaken he was, so he suggested to eat a slice of pie to reassure him down.

Without pressure, he calmed him down until Mobius was ready to open.

And then he reassured him gently.

This shows how much Loki has changed: instead of being overwhelmed by anger and the desire for revenge, he put the well-being of Mobius, a person dear to him, first, without hiding the concern and affection he feels for him. And Mobius, in return, demonstrated that he placed full trust in Loki, expressing his innermost emotions to him.

[sleepyycapybara]

Percy: Jason pissed me off yesterday so I changed the background of my phone to a random man

Annabeth: I don't think Jason will care you guys aren't dating, I don't even think he checks your phone!

High pitched screams coming from the Zeus cabin..

Jason: PERCY, WHO THE FUCK IS THIS

Y'all I posted this not even like a few hours ago? How the freak did this get 100 notes? This is like my 10th post?

[gayukraine]

[moonssong2]

"Leo and Piper are the only ones who had a friendship before the whole demi-" WILL YOU SHUT UP. SHUT IT. GROVER AND PERCY ARE RIGHT THERE. MY POOKIES GOT THEM BEST BROMANCE AND THEY WERE BESTIES B4 PERCY FOUND OUT HE WAS A DEMIGOD. THE BROMANCE BETWEEN THEM WAS REAL FROM THE START.

[diavalkitty]

I miss theeem x3

(some of unexpected fandom)))

[bachelorsofeast]

[superfinemen]

[eroshaven]

[capydabibara]

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Could you do Toto Wolff with wife reader? There are memes about Toto and Fred Vasseur being all lovey dovey. And there's a scene where they stood close together and Toto just kissed his head while Ted was watching from the background. 🤣🤣 Purely hysterical. And memes about them being Romeo and Juliet when they talk across from each other at Baku. And she's having a blast about it. Constantly teasing him about her being the third wheel. Please, however you see fit. Feat their son, Jack. Kisses, affectionate. Thanks!! :)))

Meme-ing my way to your heart

Word count: 518

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Wife!reader, feat. Jack

I hope I understood everything right and this is good enough 🙈

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You’re lounging on the couch, scrolling through Twitter when you come across a meme that makes you burst into laughter. It’s that infamous shot of Toto leaning in and kissing Fred’s head while Ted Kravitz stands nearby, looking utterly shocked. The caption reads:

When your best friend gets all the affection and you’re just the confused bystander.

You can’t help but laugh out loud, and it catches Toto’s attention. He glances over from the kitchen, raising an eyebrow. “What now?”

“Just another meme about you and Fred!” you call back, holding up your phone to show him the picture. “Look at this! You’re practically a couple now!”

Toto rolls his eyes but can’t suppress the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “That’s not how it is.”

“Really?” You lean back against the couch, crossing your arms playfully. “Because it looks like you’re in a committed relationship with Fred, and I’m just here to provide comic relief.”

Just then, Jack comes barreling into the room, holding two toy cars, his face lit up with excitement. “Daddy! Mummy! Look what I made!” He waves the cars in the air, completely oblivious to the teasing.

“Wow, Jack! Those are amazing!” you exclaim, bending down to inspect his creations, your laughter momentarily forgotten.

“Look, Mummy!” he insists, showing you both his toys. “They’re race cars! Just like Daddy’s!”

Toto grins, lifting Jack onto his lap. “You’re going to be a champion driver one day, buddy.”

As Jack giggles, you can’t resist leaning in, continuing your playful banter. “Just make sure you don’t kiss Fred on the head like Daddy did! We can’t have any *Romeo* situations around here, right?”

Toto chuckles, shaking his head. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?”

“Absolutely!” You swipe again on your phone, revealing another meme. This one shows Toto and Fred dramatically standing on opposite sides of a balcony in Baku, both gazing longingly at each other. The caption reads:

When you’re in love, but the balcony is just too wide.

“Look at this one!” you say, holding it up for him. “It’s like a scene from a rom-com!”

Toto bursts out laughing, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, alright! Enough with the memes!”

You continue scrolling, revealing yet another gem. This one shows a split image: on one side, it’s you playfully rolling your eyes, and on the other, Toto and Fred looking lovingly at each other, with the caption:

When your wife is the third wheel in your love story.

Jack giggles, clearly catching on. “Daddy, are you going to let go of Fred?”

“No, no!” Toto exclaims, holding Jack tighter. “I’m not letting go of either of you!”

You grin widely, leaning your head against Toto’s shoulder. “Just remember, I’m still your number one, okay? Even if you’re making memes with Fred.”

“Of course, Y/n,” he murmurs, snuggling deeper into you. “You know you’re my one true love.”

You can’t help but laugh again, feeling the warmth of your family around you. “Just wait until the next meme drops. You might end up marrying Fred by the end of the season!”