#Cant wait to look back in february and just be like

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

SPOILERS

My theory is that since Sally was talking about Medusa while saying “not every monster is a monster”, and it would be contradictory to have Percy kill Medusa later on, I feel like there might be a twist to the story in which Percy and friends sympathise with her in a modern retake. Gabe would not be killed by Medusa’s head then, so they didn’t have had to make him so mean in the first place. Rick also said his opinion of Medusa changed after writing the books

[lacomandante]

me: this will be a quick piece :) also me: goes overboard on the hair....help me

[chazz-is-a-zelda-fan]

i’m dating my best friend now i guess, that’s pretty cool

[divinesolas]

Forgettable date

r.q: Can I request a sweet smut modern aemond x fem reader where they were both so busy that they forgot about valentines day so aemond surprises reader with a romantic dinner and they end up just skipping dinner for some steamy bedroom time and in the middle of it, aemond whispers to reader "you're mine" and that was his way of proposing to reader, thank youu

w.c: 1.1k

c.w: office worker!reader, fluff, sweet aemond, aemonds job is left ambiguous, smut, oral (f!receiving), p in v, not proofread.

You were so swamped with work you had no concept of time, you were sure it was february as you had to pay your rent on the first of every month but if someone asked you what day it was you would have no clue. Same goes for your boyfriend of three years aemond, despite the fact the two of you dont work in the same field your schedules just so happen to both be so packed all the time.

as the rest of your coworkers began to pack up their stuff for the day you sat at your desk still fiverously typing away at your computer, you had a presentation in a couple days and report due tomorrow afternoon so you had decided to stay overtime.

some of your coworkers had come over to talk to you as they were wrapping up for today.

“you got any plans after work?”

“no.”

one of them gasps, “what do you mean? he didnt plan anything?”

you furrow your brows but dont turn to look at them, “what do you mean? he?”

“your boyfriend? or did you guys break up or something?” you turn to her at the mention of him and tilt your head, “why would he have planned something?”

one of them laughs while the one your looking at shakes her head and sighs, “do you really not know? its valentines day.”

“no…” you turn towards your computer, looking at the date and gasping, “oh my god. i had no idea.”

“did you guys not talk this morning?”

“we did but neither of us mentioned anything.”

“maybe hes planning on surprising you later.”

you groan and run your hands along your face. what if he was and you had nothing prepared? shit you didnt even have a gift for him.

your coworkers laugh and wish you good luck before they leave.

you have an internal debate before deciding to pull out your phone to text him.

‘aemond oh my god happy valentines day it completely slipped my mind im so sorry.’

you anxiously bite your nails as you wait for him to respond. youre tempted to lock your phone shut as you notice the three bubbles pop up.

‘oh is it valentines day? i had no idea. im so sorry baby ive been swamped with work happy valentines day my love. im about to get off for the day, ill see you once you get home. love you ❤️’

you let out a sigh of relief at him admitting that he had no clue either. most people would assume that he was just saying that to make you feel better but you knew aemond wasnt like that and he wouldn't hold it against you.

‘i cant wait to see you my love. im going to be staying for a bit longer to wrap up.’

You notice he reads the next then decide that you’ll pick up some baked goods on the way home as a gift and hope that you dont stay too long as you turn off your phone and get back to work.

an hour and a half later with a box of a variety of backed goods in hand turning the key to your shared apartment with aemond. youre immediately hit with the smell of your favor meal and a smile graces your face. he knows you love it when he cooks.

“im in the dining room my love.”

you walk in and you gasp at the sight of the set up table set with flowers and candles with your favorite meal plated out.

you feel hands wrap around your waist from behind you and a kiss placed on your cheek.

“aemond..”

“happy valentines day my love.”

he lets go and take the bag out of you hands, “you picked this up?”

“on my way home. grabbed your favorite.”

he hums and walks back over to you after he places the bag on the table.

he grabs your cheeks and gives you, “how was work?” he mumbles as he continues to kiss you, “it was good, report done,” you pause for a moment as he begins to kiss down your jaw and sigh, “presentation almost done.”

he begins to trail kisses down your neck, stopping to suck on it.

“you?”

he hums, “fine.”

hes not much of a talker, especially not when hes busy leaving hickeys over your next.

“aemond the food.”

“fuck the food. i have a meal right in front of me.”

you squeal as he lifts you up bridal style and carries you upstairs to you bedroom. “youre so ridiculous aemond.”

you yelp when he tosses you on the bed and makes his way on top of you, kissing you deeply.

he pulls away from you grabs his shirt from the back of his neck and rips it off before he goes back to kissing you.

you moan against his lips and he pulls away from you hand moving down to your waist to take off your pants, your underwear sliding along with them.

“aemond.” you whine as he begins to kiss down your stomach.

“let me take care of you tonight.”

he licks a strip up your slit and uses his hands to grip your waist and presses you down as he continues to lick at you. your heads reach down and grip at his hair pressing him closer. you can feel him laugh against you which leads you to moan out loud, “aemond.”

“let me take care of you.” he repeats and wraps his lips around your clit sucking on it leading you to throw your head back onto your pillow.

he doesn't let up even when he can tell youre close and youre begging him to slow down he keeps up his pace until hes finished licking up every drop of your cum after you had finished and kisses his way back up and smiles at you.

“happy?”

“ill be happy after you fuck me.”

“you're never sated my love.”

in a rush you both take off the rest of your clothes and he reaches over to grab a condom out your bedside table before you reach out and grab his wrist.

he looks over at you with a confused look, “if you dont want continue.”

“thats not it i just,, maybe we dont need it tonight.”

hes face turns smug as he grabs the hand you had wrapped around his wrist to kiss it.

“i love you.”

“i love you to-” youre interrupted by him pushing into you and you moan gripping onto his shoulders and bringing yourself into the crook of his neck.

“fuck you always feel so good my love.”

you cant respond as he begins to thrust into you. his hands lock with yours and his lips are right against your ear.

“youre mine.”

you moan, “say it.”

“im yours aemond im yours.”

you dont notice as he reaches over into the bedside table and grabs a tiny black box.

“then marry me.”

you feel like you're in a daze as he continues to thrust and shows you a stunning ring inside the box.

“what?”

“marry me.”

[woodenanemone]

your eyes fluttered open, the sudden feeling of warmth above you waking you from your sleep.

you open your eyes to see choso above you, his arms framing your head, pulling back from his kiss on your forehead. your eyes squinted from the light streaming in the room, reflecting on his face that softly smiled down at you. he looked like the sweetest angel, but you could barely appreciate it through the fogginess of your post rested state.

“good morning. I’m sorry to wake you, but I really couldn’t wait to see you.” he apologized softly, his hand coming up brush your cheek. you sighed at the contact, feeling yourself growing more awake as the time passed. “good morning, choso. it’s alright, I should be up anyways.” you groggily responded while sitting up, causing him to shift, now sitting by your knees. “happy valentines day.” he smiled warmly. you smiled back, now remembering that this is his first valentines with a lover, and you started to understand his eagerness to spend the morning with you. you wished him the same, stretching and yawning. choso rested his hand on your cheek once more, and you blink in surprise at the sudden seriousness in his expression.

“in truth, today means nothing to me.”

you flinch at the bluntness of his words. “Um—?”

"please, don’t mistake my dismissal of this holiday for dismissal of our love. I mean it in the way that…,” he paused for a second, his eyes drifting down to your lap, thinking. “I’d be sickened with myself if my affection for you couldn’t even transcend the 14th of february. no teddy bear, no hallmark card, no rose in the world could ever even begin to show my adoration for you. The love I feel can't be boxed and tied up with a bow, and gifted to you on a single date of the year. Even 365 days is not virtually enough time to give you the feelings I have. my love for you is boundless, vaster than any sky, and deeper than any ocean.”

your mouth opened, then closed again. he just made that up on the spot? and really… how does he expect you to respond when he gets like this? “ocean’s can only go so deep, choso.” you teased, holding his chin. and with that, his face morphed into the sweetest smile you’ve had the pleasure of seeing, his tone sincere.

“I’d claw at the oceans floors until my fingers bled. and then I’d keep digging, into the very depths of hell, to expands its depths. but even then… the distance couldn’t hold an iota of what I feel for you.” and he meant that.

“I love you, and I wish I could tell you how much I love you. but there aren’t enough words in the world to say it, no language eloquent or evocative enough to ever even begin to convey just how I feel looking into your eyes. the eyes which… could make even the mute, inanimate moon tell all her secrets to. in all honesty, I’m so scared that if any man in passing meets this terrifying gaze, he too will fall into insanity, like I have.”

“how do you even come up with this stuff?” you say exasperatedly, shaking your head at your lack of a better response. he shrugged. “even an illiterate man could recite words of Shakespeare in grand verse, if he were only so lucky to have the privilege of seeing your smile.”

“...it’s 9 in the morning. please, at least give my heart the chance of getting through breakfast.”

ngl i kinda hate this but i cant come up with anything better rn..

i wish you all a happy valentines day, i hope you find nothing but love and adoration !

[morinuu]

LISTWN TO ME I JUST READ YOUR TAMAKI ANGST AND YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE SO FICKING GOOD??

A she falls but he falls harder

Reader finally gets over it and stops coming, moving on and focusing on herself, and he notices and starts realizing how he took her for granted

And then its him that's loosing his mind and shit like that. Dude. Dude. I'm loosing my MIND you write so well

first of all ty for the compliment >< so glad u liked it im blushing and giggling!! secondly im not sure abt the reader completely abandoning tamaki's side (i love being delulu), but i do have smth else in mind that's kinda similiar n i hope its satisfactory :3 i changed only a minor part from the og :P i wanna make this a small series..... maybe like 3-4 parts.. anw this is pt 1

☀︎｜tamaki x female reader. almost 4k words. continuation of this. ure sick, yamada hinata & aoko r just some ppl i made up for the plot, tamaki's pretty stupid n emotionally unintelligent, lots of feelings and background information, y'all r childhood friends, there's like one 4th wall break but i thought it was kinda funny so i kept it

you weren't a fan of february.

allergy season was your absolute worst, the wheezing and coughing sucking the life out of you as you struggled to change out of your clothes to get the day started. you didn't sleep much, interrupted constantly by your sore throat aching and squeezing.

sure, it's just hay fever to everyone else, but for a young woman who carried around an inhaler, it's hell. well, almost hell.

what was truly hellish wasn't the fatigue or the sneezing, but your mum dragging you back in the house and forbidding you from going to school until you're well enough to study again. how were you supposed to keep up with chemistry class if you skip?

not that your parents cared for your grades; they knew you could just enter whatever field you wanted with the connections your family held, but it felt nice to be awarded for working hard.

after your personal maid let out a small "pardon me, miss" and carried you back to bed, you realised that the feeling your soft quilt hugging your cold limbs would never be beaten by the jacket you desperately clung on to warm yourself in p.e - which just so happened to be your first period that day and you were dreading it.

"i'll be making you some tea, miss. would you like to breakfast now?" your maid's quiet voice addressed you, hoping you'd just sleep the illness off as you usually did so she could rest too.

to be fair, you weren't a very easy master to please, so could you blame her?

"i'll breakfast la-" a cough and some wheezing "-i'll breakfast later, bring some english breakfast with a slice of lemon." you said nothing else, instead focusing on calming your throat that seemed to intensify in soreness. "a pastille too."

"understood my lady, i'll be right back." she bowed and excused herself from your room, ignoring your groans of annoyance as you buried your face into the pillow.

"damn it." you muttered and extended your hand to grab your phone from your bedside table. unlocking it with the passcode (because you weren't in the mood to lift your head and let your phone scan your face) you squinted as the light mode of a social media app hit your eyes harshly, forcing you to use muscle memory to lower the brightness to its minimum.

you scrolled through, liking your friends' private posts and decided to message one of them.

yn.spam: gm dude, i cant come to school today cus im sick. can u do me a favour n tell aoko to give me her notes? she never looks at her messages.

with your phone back on the table to wait for a response, you lied back comfortably and closed your eyes, because as much as you wanted to watch something on netflix or play a video game, you didn't want to make things worse for yourself.

you grew impatient for the cup of tea your maid was brewing, rotating between wheezing, checking your phone and staring at the ceiling. it seemed like the seconds weren't passing by at all.

soon enough, your maid comes back with some fancy tray carrying a kettle, your favourite mug (the one your daddy drank from when you were a little girl before your parents divorced), a tiny plate with some lemon slices and a small box of pastilles as throat medicine.

you didn't thank the woman when she helped you sit up, nor when she stayed by your side to make sure you didn't choke between coughs and burnt yourself with the hot liquid. just as you took your first sip, your phone lit up to show your friend's response.

thatguyhinata: Ayooo gppd morning. Sry to hear tht. Sure if I see her I'll telm her.

the irises in your eyes rolled upwards at the boy's typos that irked you every time, completely ignoring how he didn't wish for your recovery.

yn.spam: thanks yamada

you never used any of your circle's first names, which your mum always found weird.

'you sure these are your friends, darling?' she would ask often, and your response would always be the same:

'yeah mum. leave me be.'

only tamaki had ever felt close enough to be called by his first name.

after swallowing your medicine, you dismissed the older woman standing over you and pulled your quilt over your quivering form again.

"gods, please let this be over soon."

...

well.

...turns out, you gotta be much more specific with what you ask of gods, because they might not have the same understanding of the word 'soon'.

here you are, three days later, with your allergy having been combined with a virus that'd been going around, intensifying your asthma symptoms and raising a high fever, making your mother and doctor ban you from walking into ouran.

halfway throughout the day, you realise what had been completely slipping your mind while your lungs were occupied inhaling abnormally.

"i have an appointment today!" you exclaimed with wide eyes, raising from the bed like lazarus from his grave.

"...?" the new maid next to you didn't say anything, she was clearly concerned. after some seconds of you overthinking something, she spoke up. "you have no other doctor's appointment today, my lady. he just left 10 minutes ago."

you shook your head quickly, ignoring the dizziness brought by your fever "bring me my phone," the girl was puzzled "now!"

bowing a quick apology, she rushed to your desk and handed you your phone with both hands, not daring to look up. you disliked new maids; they were inexperienced and annoying, but scolding her would have to wait.

"damn it, damn it, damn it!" you murmured under your breath and tapped furiously on your phone, trying to find where the hell you'd written kyouya's business e-mail address.

you had it saved as every other client of the host club had, but you had never actually used it, not once.

you never missed an appointment, and always booked the next one tete-a-tete with the black-haired manager. if you became a no-show without prior notice, wouldn't that look bad? would it annoy kyouya and he wouldn't accept you in the club again?

well no, but you had the habit of overthinki-

'would it annoy tamaki?'

you groaned and murmured to yourself - had you deleted it? maybe it was in your notes app and you erased it? was it on your old phone from a month ago?

"find an e-mail for me." you ordered the maid who looked up at you perplexed, but carried out the order nonetheless.

the girl was embarrassed when she found out her master was asking for a host's email, wanting the earth to swallow her when she dialed the ouran academy's number. 'the stuff i do for money..' she thought and prayed her family never found out.

it wasn't a long process to retrieve the address, but what was, was the rant hitting the maid's ears when your overthinking about what to write left your mouth at incredible speeds.

"should i say i'm sick? but he already knows that- he's in my class! maybe tell him to give my time to another girl? no wait, he would do that anyway... or after i apologise, i'll say that, like, something came up- but that's not believable enough... ugh!" you buried your face in your pillow and, unbeknownst to you, your new maid's eye was twitching in annoyance.

she understood now why your personal maid took the week off just when you got sick - not that she understood how and why your mum allowed it though.

(it's because you can be insufferable and she gets it.)

"my lady, may i help?" the girl let out, clearing her throat when you lifted your head from the pillow. "i can write the e-mail myself, please focus on resting."

after some convincing, you gave in.

and so 10 minutes later, back at ouran, kyouya's phone let out a ting! with your full name on the notification. he'd already guessed you wouldn't show up to your appointment considering you hadn't come to school in three days, and already had someone to fill your place but left it for the last moment in case you did show up.

why? well you were ln yn, and it was painfully obvious you were smitten with his best friend, though he could say it was a bit different from the rest of the clientele.

probably due to the fact that you'd known tamaki for much longer than kyouya had. and yet tamaki didn't seem to have the same fascination with you.

he remembers when he first met you, when he'd heard that you were spoiled rotten and weren't even planning to enroll in ouran until tamaki did. you simply transferred to be with the boy.

literally everyone knew of ln yn's almost freakish obsession with suoh tamaki, except for the victim himself.

so imagine his surprise at the strictly professional e-mail he'd received from you, where not a single mention of your host was included. weird.

after glancing at the french boy in the seat next to him eating his bowl of some-sort-of-commoner-convenience-store lunch, kyouya quickly typed a response and informed the next girl in line that a spot was open 'for tamaki's hosting services at 15:35'.

"one of your appointments cancelled due to a personal issue. we'll have someone else fill it." kyouya told tamaki, just as stated in the e-mail, even though it was pretty clear you were sick, and he couldn't figure out why you'd lie.

"hm? oh, okay!" the brunet smiled and went back to devouring his meal, not thinking much of kyouya's words.

kyouya pondered if he should tell him the client was his loyal friend yn, who would never skip out on seeing tamaki, but he stopped himself, curious as to how it would all play out.

eh, if the twins could have fun, so could he.

"oh! haruhii! daddy's here!"

the hours passed so slow you were almost convinced time was frozen when you weren't glancing at the clock on your laptop.

the drama you'd been watching started to lose its interest after presenting the third plot twist in a row, annoying you with all the plot holes it left gaping.

sipping on your green tea (you'd been drinking tamaki's recommendation, pomegranate, only to throw all of it in the trash when you heard he gave the same advice to haruhi), you paused the show and sighed in absolute, tyrannical boredom.

by now you'd normally have finished your classes and walked to music room #3, your favourite among them all.

you'd be welcomed by a host and walked to a sofa to wait for your appointment, ignoring any other girl in the waiting area trying to pick a conversation with the middle child of the ln family.

and soon enough you'd be approached by your one and only taking your hand in his and kissing it to greet you, with his blue eyes staring up at you innocently like a man in love; a look he gave to any woman nowadays, it was second nature to him.

you got lost in them so often, he sometimes dared to ask you if you didn't enjoy his company and that's why you spaced out so much.

preposterous.

you? disliking tamaki? how could he think that after all these years you spent playing together, with you transferring to his school for his sake, swallowing your pride and becoming the client of a host for him?

truly an absurd notion.

currently, however, you weren't in the host club. you were just a girl with a bunch of germs crawling everywhere around her room, unable to go out and see the man of her dreams kiss her cheek and tell her to 'get well soon'.

speaking of, your mum grew increasingly concerned when she noticed the lack of communication between you and tamaki. you were always attached to his hip like some sort of koala, and the fact that you hadn't reached out to him to inform him of your illness personally so he could visit you made her worry.

but it was only natural that you'd suspect you were being an annoyance to tamaki once you began to notice his eyes shift from you to the newest host a couple of months prior. he'd been a petit brunet boy. a first year who was friendly and of lowly origin. you didn't think much of it.

at least not until the day hikaru asked if you could fetch something he forgot in the back room, completely ignorant to the fact that haruhi had come to the club early that day to ask for another uniform because she'd been accidentally thrown water at by two classmates of hers being stupid.

so when you opened the curtain and saw a small-sized girl with only her panties on desperately trying to hide herself from you, it didn't take more than a couple of seconds to put two and two together.

tamaki wasn't fascinated by the commoner errand 'boy' turnt host.

he wanted her.

you closed the curtain, giving the girl her privacy back and muttering an curt apology, "sorry." before deciding that hikaru would have to get his things himself.

neither haruhi nor you spoke about it again, and she never snitched to the host club about your discovery of her sex.

you liked to pretend it never happened, and that it never changed anything. but just like with tamaki, pretending doesn't go anywhere. the hints were there. his furiously blushed face when he stared at her, his protection of her when the twins teased her, his demands for kyouya to do things for haruhi because she'd like it, not even because she'd asked - well, the stage of denial didn't last long.

shortly after came anger. pure, unexplainable rage and envy. the fourth of the deadly sins was soon rushing through your veins like a drug you couldn't get clean from. 'why her?' you would ask in your rampages.

you couldn't figure it out, and you couldn't ask anyone either, because as infuriated as you were, hurting haruhi by revealing her identity wasn't on your to-do list.

not because you were a good person, god no.

rather, if tamaki knew you hurt his precious daughter - you barfed - like that, who knows if you'd see him again?

and so came the bargaining stage, with your rage never leaving your blood stream, of course. being petty was always one of your main personality traits, one that tamaki would often point out.

what did fujioka haruhi have that ln yn didn't?

'nothing.' you muttered to yourself.

nothing.

nothing?

could you be absolutely sure?

you didn't see her much outside of the club, and there were a couple of times you'd heard the hosts hung out together.

maybe they had a moment? or two, three?

perhaps it was high time you stopped bothering him. perhaps then he'd realise you were the one.

that's why your texts to him had much lessened, coming to a complete stop after roughly two months of your self-doubt and insecurities getting the best of you. so did your occasional visits to his house for studying. you'd even stopped wearing the perfume he got you as a birthday present last year, even though you couldn't find another scent that fit your tastes the same way.

despite your attempts at catching his attention, the bubbling fury in your chest rose once again when you realised that maybe tamaki didn't care about you at all.

he texted you as much as you texted him, he hung out with you only when you asked, and when he came closer to you and noticed the change in your scent, he went: "different perfume, princess?"

and while normally you'd be ecstatic at him noticing, your happiness was immediately destroyed when "the other one was a little old fashioned, good thing you moved to something more fresh."

why couldn't he say what he would have said had he been in an otome game, something among the lines of: 'did you wish to match mine?' or something cheesy like that? ...was your scent not to his tastes?

'did he forget his skills from hosting or what?' you whined.

consequently, now that you were sitting around doing nothing to reach out to tamaki or any of your 'friends', your mum couldn't help but take her phone in her hands to call her friend hitachiin yuzuha.

back in the pink room that is the host club, today's rendezvouses seemed to be going by awfully quickly for tamaki.

in the couple of minutes of break he had between the end of this rendezvous and next the one to come, he quickly found his phone from his back pocket and went over his schedule sent by kyouya.

your name had been crossed out and replaced with another one he recognised, another regular guest of his. he raised his eyebrow at that.

he lifted his head and looked for the shadow king.

"hey, kyouya?"

"hm?" kyouya didn't bother to look up from his laptop, furiously typing god-knows-what.

"why's yn's time gone?" he asked innocently in a curious voice that had you heard, you'd be swooning over.

"i told you, she cancelled due to personal business," his answer was straight-forward "although it's probably because she's ill."

ah, that makes sense, you were the one that cancelled.

wait, huh?

"what do you mean she's ill?" his eyebrows furrow a bit and he cocks his head to the side like a cute dog who doesn't understand anything its owner says.

"what do you mean, 'what do i mean'? she's been absent since monday because she's not feeling well, and she won't come today either. pretty simple." kyouya finally looked up at tamaki with a strange expression on his face. "has she not told you?"

tamaki shook his head a bit, "uhm.. no, not really." and tapped his phone again to check his messages on multiple social media apps to make sure he wasn't missing anything. his emails were empty too, only some spam from a newsletter page that he never bothered to cancel his subscription from.

"how do you know?" he questioned kyouya, but before he could answer, "no wait, don't answer that, you creep. of course you know." he sighed.

after some seconds of quiet thinking, "why didn't you tell me?" tamaki continued his questioning.

"everyone already knows, my lord." an awfully familiar voice butt in making the french boy turn his head around, resting his hand on his waist.

the voice belonged to kaoru, who had his arm wrapped around his twin's shoulders. seems like they also just finished with an appointment.

"what does that mean? who's 'everyone' and why am i not included?" tamaki crossed his arms, feeling kind of left out.

"that guy hayato or whatever who hangs out with yn and her friends was telling someone and we overheard." hikaru shrugged in unison with his doppelganger.

honey's soft voice entered the chat. "you mean hinata-kun? yn-chan's friend? yeah, he told me when i asked where yn-chan is because i thought she forgot to bring the candy she promised." he quickly grabbed a piece of cake from the fridge near where kyouya had been sitting and left the room swiftly.

huh, how convenient for him to enter for the plot.

"and why's it that you two evil bastards didn't bother to tell me?" tamaki exclaimed in disbelief, pointing a finger at the both of them. how could they? his precious childhood friend was sick at home and he didn't know?!

"sorry milord-" kaoru announced with his shoulders still raised, "-but you're always talking to yn-" hikaru joined, "-how were we supposed to know you're not asking her about her well-being?" they delivered the finishing blow together.

what were these lame jerks insinuating? 'not asking about her well-being'? what did they know? just as he went to respond with his usual barking, he stopped himself to instead text you on his own for the first time in a while. not that he noticed.

the twins looked at their king with a confused and weirded-out expression on both their faces, before glancing at each other and shrugging again, already disinterested. kyouya had long gone back to his work and so the twins walked to an empty sofa in an almost isolated area of the club, lying on top of one another to give a nice view to whichever client was into it.

about six minutes of pure silence passed between the two before kaoru's phone buzzed; a text from his mum.

the twins read the text simultaneously, with hikaru raising an eyebrow at its contents. they looked back at the slender boy texting you on his phone at the other end of the club, confused about his behaviour.

"seriously...?" hikaru quietly asked kaoru, referring to the text, only to be met with the other's puzzled expression.

as for the half-and-half boy, his fingers were anxiously tapping kyouya's table and awaiting your response to his message.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: Hey darling! Is everything alright? I heard you didn't come to school because you're sick. I thought you just didn't feel like coming. Why didn't you tell me?

he didn't know you let out a deep sigh at his text, even if it was three days late. it gave you hope - false hope. that he'd started to pay attention to you again. maybe being distant worked-

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: want me to come over?

the question felt natural to him, you always visited his home but seldom did he ever visit yours. since you were sick, it made sense that you wouldn't come over this time.

yn>.&lt; : arent u busy rn tho lol

your name on his phone had obviously been put there by you, his choice of emoji had been party hat for some reason.

"be serious, what does that even mean, tamaki?" you'd asked him one day during a break from your studying in his room.

"you don't like it..?" he pouted like usual and you rolled your eyes.

"here. that's better." you handed him his phone back with a new 'yn >.<' as your contact name.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: I can just come after club activities.

wait, he was actually coming? after two months of your only contact being through your rendezvous? it worked?! it actually worked?!

you thought of how to answer him.

at your lack of fast response, tamaki thought of ways to help you feel better through your illness.

'aha! eureka!' tamaki's head echoed.

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: I'll bring some commoner snacks we can enjoy too! Commoners have incredible food to help alleviate illness!

tamakiii ♥♥♥♥: What are you even sick with, anyway?

of course.

commoner food, of course.

haruhi's food.

yn>.&lt; : lol no its fine i dont want u to get sick. ill just c u at sxhool yn>.&lt; : school* yn>.< : doc said its just a cold but yk w my asthma n shit

tamaki was thoroughly disappointed with your response, what did you mean 'you didn't want him to get sick'? you'd never cared if you caught his cold.

his heart raced with worry, and he decided he would stop by anyway. knowing his next appointment was approaching, he speed walked over to the newest host.

"haaaaruuhiiiiii!" he waved his hand to her and her two clients, smiling widely with all of them smiling back at him.

"yeah? what is it, senpai?" haruhi looked up at him from her armchair.

"sorry to intrude-" he runs his hair through his locks - an action that you told him the ladies would swoon over, "-but i was wondering, do you have any recommendations for commoner food that sick people can eat?"

"...are you serious?"

[uconnposter01]

Chapter 3

Warnings: cursing, sexual content(partial but still there) 18 +

2.4K words

February 2022, Third-Person POV

Paige fought to keep her hand from trailing farther up Aniyah’s thigh during the 30-minute drive back to campus. Licking her lips, Paige glances over at Aniyah to see her already looking at her.  

“You aight?” Paige mumbles, her voice an octave deeper.

“I’m good,” Aniyah responds, placing her hand on Paige's and moving it slightly up her thigh.

Paige clenches her jaw at the subtle action, her grip tightening slightly on the girl’s thigh. She tears her eyes away from the girl beside her and reluctantly focuses on the road. Aniyah shifts ever so slightly in her seat. The girl couldn’t wait for Paige to reach her dorm building; she looks way too good right now and it’s driving her insane. This drive is quickly starting to feel like an hour. Glancing over at Aniyah one last time, Paige began to speed ever so slightly; she couldn't wait any longer; the way Aniyah is looking at her is driving her insane. After feeling her phone buzz repeatedly, Aniyah pulls it out, wondering who is blowing up her phone.

Missed call from LouLou🤗

Missed call from LouLou🤗

Missed call from LouLou🤗

LouLou🤗: thats wat we doin

                                Read: 3:16 pm

                                       Bet

                            Read:3:16pm

Favorite ex🫶🏾: Chill I'm still with paige                                                              Read: 3:17 pm

LouLou🤗: so that mean u cant answer  🤔

Read: 3:18 pm

   

Favorite ex 🫶🏾: please dont start Lou, we are doing goodDO NOT fuck that up because I will block you istg

Read: 3:19 pm

LouLou🤗: why u always gotta be extra

                                             Read: 3:20 pm

Favorite ex 🫶🏾:  you the one crying because I didn't answer the fucking phone bffr

Read: 3:21 pm

LouLou🤗: u talkin bout blockin me and for 

wat u always do way to fuckin much

                                        Read: 3:22 pm

Favorite ex 🫶🏾: you right I do text me when you not on bs           

Read: 3:23 pm

“You good?” Paige asks, noticing how annoyed Aniyah has become.

"Mhm,” Aniyah responds.

“you sure?” Paige asks, not fully convinced.

“Yes Paige I'm sure; let it go,” Aniyah says, cutting her eyes over to Paige in annoyance.

Paige knows not to pry any longer; she just intertwines their fingers and kisses the back of Aniyah's hand.

“2 more minutes, and you're mine,” Paige says, holding eye contact with Aniyah.

Aniyah doesn't respond; instead, she takes Paige’s pointer and middle finger into her mouth and sucks on them, looking at the point guard as she does so. Too stunned to speak, Paige pulls sharply into Aniyah's dorm parking lot. Hurriedly, the blonde shuts her car off, runs around to Aniyah's side, and pulls her out of the car.

"C'mon, you killing me” Paige mutters, standing impatiently behind Aniyah as she fumbles to open her door

“Be patient; my door gets stuck,” Aniyah says, finally getting the door open. 

Closing the door behind them, Paige hungrily examined Aniyah’s body. The way the point guard is looking at her reminds the gymnast of a lion before it eats its prey.

“You want a dorm tour?” Aniyah asks Paige.

She's nervous, Paige has never been to her dorm before. Aniyah hopes the dorm is up to Paige’s liking; she didn't deep clean it, and she's kind of wishing that she did.

“Later, I wanna tour you right now,” Paige says, pulling Aniyah into her.

“Bye girl, that was so corny,” Aniyah says, fiddling with her necklace anxiously.

Picking up on Aniyah's nervous behavior, Paige wraps her arms around the shorter girl’s waist, pulling her closer.

“Why you so nervous? It's just me,” Paige softly says.

“You never been to my dorm before,” Aniyah says.

"And,?” Paige asks sassily.

“This is big for me,” Aniyah says softly, bringing her hand to hold Page’s face.

Paige doesn't respond; she just gently presses her lips against Aniyah's, backing her up against the wall in the process. Due to the height difference, Aniyah stands on her tiptoes, struggling to kiss Paige. Noticing this, Paige hoists Aniyah up by her thighs. The gymnast immediately wraps her legs around the blonde's waist.

“Were your room at?” Paige asks her lips, ghosting Aniyah’s. 

“The one to the right, Aniyah says, her voice hitching ever so slightly. 

The gentle kisses were quickly replaced with hungry, desperate kisses. Threading her fingers through Paige’s hair, Aniyah pulls ever so slightly, earning a moan from the point guard. Using the moan as a quick opportunity, Aniyah slips her tongue inside Paige’s mouth. The blonde lays Aniyah on her bed, breaking the kiss in the process. 

“Do you know how fucking pretty you are, and it's all for me?” Paige mumbles.

Her pupils are dilated, her lips are slightly swollen, and her blonde hair is ever so slightly tousled from being pulled.

“Ion think you realize how beautiful you are,” Paige mumbles, her hands slowly trailing up and down Aniyah’s clothed sides.

“Thank you,” Aniyah whispers back.

“Imma take my time with you,” Paige murmurs.

Aniyah has never been this turned on in her life.  The way that Paige was looking at her made Aniyah so wet. Between the intense eye contact and the way she's being softly talked to, Aniyah knows that she isn't going to last very long.

Paige kisses Aniyah once more, this time with a little more urgency. Grabbing Aniyah's chin, Paige tilts her face so she can have more access to her neck. 

"Fuck,  please don't stop," Aniyah moans quietly as Paige sucks on her neck, leaving a hickey in the process.

The front door slamming caught both doors off guard.

"That, your roommate?” Paige asks quietly.

“I think so; she's back early though, sorry.” Aniyah says.

“It’s all good. Do you think you can be quiet?” Paige teases.

Paige doesn't give Aniyah a chance to respond, as she starts nibbling on her earlobe and trailing kisses down the base of her neck once more.

The gymnast bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning loudly.

“Take your shirt off,” Paige murmurs.

Aniyah quickly takes her shirt off and tosses it across the room. Paige begins softly kneading Aniyah's breast while leaving open-mouth kisses on the shorter girl's neck.

“Can I take this off?” Paige questioned softly.

Too horny to speak, Aniyah simply nods which is not good enough for Paige.

I need words,” Paige mutters against Aniyah's collarbone.

"Yes, you can take it off,” Aniyah responds breathlessly.

Paige sits back, undoing the bra, slipping the straps down her arms, and taking the bra off.

“Ya, titties are so pretty,” Paige mumbles, taking a nipple into her mouth. 

Aniyah lets out a low guttural moan, not wanting Jazmine to hear her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Paige sucked on her nipple and pinched the other one.

“Niyah I need a favor- What the fuck is that, Paige?” Jazmine says this as she walks unannounced into Aniyah's room

"Fuck, that's  your roommate?” Paige asks questions in utter disbelief.

This is the worst possible outcome for Paige. She is aware that Aniyah and Jazmine know each other since they both did gymnastics and that they left at the party Aniyah and Paige met at, but she didn’t realize that they were roommates.  

"Aniyah, what the fuck?” Jazmine speaks slowly.

 She feels betrayed; she told Aniayah to stop messing with Paige months ago, and here she is still messing with Paige. Jazmine could feel the anger rising in her body; she couldn't believe Aniyah went behind her back and still chose to deal with Paige. 

“Jazmine, why didn't you knock? This is exactly why I told you that you can’t just barge in my room,” Aniyah says, trying to cover herself with the blanket.

“Have you been fucking Paige since the party?” Jazmine asks, ignoring Aniyah’s previous statement.

"Yeah,” Aniyah says, slipping on a shirt.

 "Aniyah, what the fuck?” Jazmine says it loudly.

“Maybe I should go,” Paige says.

Paige prays that this doesn't mess things up for her with Aniyah. She's starting to like the girl, and this could put an end to everything.

“Maybe you should. I need to talk to my friend anyway,” Jazmine said, rolling her eyes.

Paige took that as her cue to quickly get her things and leave. After gathering her things, Paige wordlessly left, quickly sparing a glance at Aniyah as she did so.

"How could you do this to me?" Jazmine asks as soon as Paige leaves.

"Do what?" Aniyah asks, confused. 

"How could you fuck with Paige after I told you not to?" Jazmine asks sternly. 

Aniyah blinks at Jazmine, not sure how to proceed with the conversation. She is trying her hardest not to curse the girl out, but Jazmine is making it hard for her not to.

"I mean, you gave me a warning and I ignored the warning; I don't want a relationship right now anyway," Aniyah says cautiously. 

"You are acting so selfish; it's all about Aniyah, huh, bitch," Jazmine rants angrily.

"Imma need for you to try again and not call me a bitch," Aniyah grits out. 

Her fingers dug into her palms so hard Aniyah thought she was going to end up drawing blood; she needs to calm down. She doesn't want to go off on Jazmine but the girl is making it hard not to. Aniyah isn't sure what Jazmine's issue is but she needs to not take it out on her, Aniyah knows for a fact there is more to that lame excuse Jazmine has been giving her.

“I’m sorry, but I wished you just listened to me like I said and then we wouldn't be in this predicament,”  Jazmine says angrily.

"Girl, what predicament?" Aniyah asks, completely lost.

"Paige is my sneaky link," Jazmine reveals.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry I didn't know; I wouldn't have brought her here if I knew,” Aniyah mumbles.

Aniyah feels awful; she should've noticed the signs. Especially with Jazmine being so weirdly territorial about Paige, all the signs were right in Aniyah's face. She feels so stupid.

"What do you mean you didn't know? I told you she plays a sport," Jazmine says, rolling her eyes. 

"Girl, this school has like 20 different sports teams; how the fuck was I supposed to know?" Aniyah asks, becoming slightly more annoyed with Jazmine.

"It's fine. I'll forgive you if you end it with her," Jazmine says, looking down at her nails. 

"No," Aniyah responds, observing Jazmine.

"No?, what do you mean, no?" Jazmine asks, raising an eyebrow at Aniyah.

“Imma keep it real with you; stopping is not an option,” Aniyah says.

 “Why?” Jazmine's annoyance is evident in her tone.

“Paige fucks me better than anyone I’ve ever been with; I'm not giving that up,” Aniyah says.

“That's not cool, Aniyah; we’re supposed to be friends, and here you are doing me dirty,” Jazmine says.

"Girl, how am I doing you dirty?" Aniyah asks. 

“Because you’re still gonna sleep with Paige, you need to stop being a bitch, Aniyah," Jazmine scoffs.

"What did I tell you about calling me a bitch" Aniyah snaps.

Jazmine's eyes widened at Aniyah's sudden outburst and the fact that she is standing up for herself in general. She wasn't expecting it since Aniyah has been nothing but a pushover so far.

"I’m not trying to fight with you; I just want you to stop fucking Paige," Jazmine mutters, looking down at the ground.

"Look, I've been more than patient with you, Jazmine, but if you call me a bitch one more time, I will not hesitate to smack the shit outta you," Aniyah warns.

"Okay," Jazmine mumbles, looking everywhere but Aniyah.

Aniyah sighs. Once again, she almost let her anger control the situation; she desperately needs to get a handle on her quick anger. She will be calling Sonya her therapist immediately after this conversation.

“But you do know  Paige can sleep with who she wants right?” Aniyah asks softly.

“I know, I just wasn't expecting you to be fucking her,” Jazmine says.

“Wait, are you and Paige talking or exclusive?” Aniyah questions, worried that she is actually doing Jazmine dirty.

"No,” Jazmine says, casting her eyes away from Aniyah.

“Then what's the problem?” Aniyah asks, confused.

“I should be the only one fucking her; I'm a little selfish,” Jazmine says.

“Girl, that's the wrong person to try to be possessive over,” Aniyah says, laughing humorlessly.

“How so?” Jazmine questions. 

“Paige is single and sexy as hell, and she knows that, shit, we are the only ones she sleeps with consistently, but we ain't the only ones,” Aniyah explains.

“I know,I wanna be the only one fucking her Jazmine says

“Wait Jazzy do  you have feelings for Paige?” Aniyah asks softly.

"Nope," Jazmine says a little too quickly.

Aniyah doesn't believe the girl, but if Jazmine refuses to admit it, there isn't anything she can do. However, there is a big possibility that Jazmine is telling the truth, but Aniyah highly doubts that just from her behavior and actions.

“Then what’s the problem?” Aniyah questions.

“It isn't one, but just let me ask you a question,” Jazmine says 

"Wassup,” Aniyah says

“Did you meet the team?” Jazmine asks quietly.

 Aniyah hesitates; she doesn’t want to lie to Jazmine, but she does hang with the team quite often. After going over it briefly in her head, Aniyah decides to lie. She knows how much Jazmine wants to meet the basketball team, and it would be cruel to basically brag about it to the girl in front of her.

“Yeah, but it was briefly at Ted's; Nu was there, and I was saying hi to her; they are more her friends than mine.” Aniyah lies smoothly.

"Okay, cool,” Jazmine said, her mood improving slightly.

“So we good?” Aniyah asks, holding her arms open for a hug.

"Yeah, we good,” Jazmine quietly lies as she hugs Aniyah back. 

They were in fact not good, minor resentment began to brew inside of Jazmine. She wants Paige all to herself. Jazmine didn't know the other girls that the basketball player slept with ,so they didn't exist in her mind. But Aniyah is right here; Jazmine isn’t worried, though. She knows she has a huge advantage over the girl because of how long Jazmine has been messing with Paige, and she's confident this will end soon.  So all Jazmine has to do is be patient and wait.

[smicksstuff]

summary: yngasly has become a fan favourite on the track. As the proud baby sister of Pierre Gasly she never fails to show her unwavering support for him. But, is he the only driver she is rooting for in the paddock ?

The PitBox Crew Series

read Part 1 here

The Enstone Life

f1drivers x yngasly

instagram edit

a/n: im so sorry for the google translate french! i tried my best 😬

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1 February 2023

yngasly

England

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yngasly just dropped by to say hi to my new bestie Big Ben ! gonna see you around often 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿☕️

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carmenmmundt cant believe you would ditch me for Big Ben ☹️ but im still happy you are here !!! we are gonna have loads of fun together 😍

yngasly OH YES!! finally staying 1 hour away from you !! 🥰

pedrogaseoso OMG she moved to England with her brother!! 🤩

landonorris need a tour guide? you know who to call 👀

yngasly ghostbusters? 👻

landonorris 🙄

norris4life omgg her humour reminds me of danny 😂

yngasly i was kidding 😂 i might actually take you up on it !!

f1fan OMG i love her ! is she gonna be at every race now ?

gaslyyyyy i hope so ! pierre and her are an unbreakable duo

paulgasly Reste en sécurité là-bas ! Tu connais l'affaire and please please listen to pierre 🙏🏽

translated: stay safe down there! you know the deal

yngasly Bien sûr, je le ferai grand frère!

translated: ofcourse i will big brother!

yukitsunoda0511 why didnt anyone tell me that if pierre went to alpine you would go there too ☹️😭

yngasly @yukitsunoda0511 awww yukisan, im still gonna be around !! but im gonna miss you lots 🥺

yukierre poor yuki !! he lost his boyfriend and bestfriend !! double divorce 😭😭

yuki22 OMG i never thought this would happened 😭 no more late night cooking vlogs from these two 😭😭

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pierregasly

Enstone, England

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pierregasly when they said you have to move to England, i didnt think that meant “bring your sister along” 😂 lets see what happens 👀

charles_leclerc can’t believe i have to take a plane to see the two of you now 😡

maxverstappen1 you are upset as though you would not see them in the paddock at all

maximilianverstappen MAX DID NOT HOLD BACK 😂

supermax Max out here to remind charles that he is still here

alpinef1team two Gaslys in England we hit the jackpot 😄 Welcome to Enstone Pierre and Yn!

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paulgasly why do i suddenly feel that maybe this was not a good idea 🤔

yngasly it was the best idea ever!! thank you for convincing Papa and Maman ❤️

lorenzotl pierre and yn in England what could go wrong ?

paulgasly this isnt helping enzo 😑

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16 February 2023

yngasly

London, England

liked by charles_leclerc, itselenaberri and 568, 801 others

yngasly back in london with Pedro ! My Alpine era has begun 💙

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alpinef1team 💙💙💙

yngaslyfans blue always looks good on you 😍

pierregasly you have got to stop with the Pedro

yngasly no never !!

lissiemackintosh looking stunning as ever 🤩

yngasly thank you queen 👑

charles_leclerc just saying red has always been your colour 💃🏼

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pierregasly no it has not ! its always been blue

sharll What is going on in the house of commons 👀

leclerc16 not yn liking charles comment 😳

landonorris why choose red or blue when you know you orange is so much better 🧡

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pierregasly NO Lando!! blue has always been her colour

landonorris has it ? 👀

norris4life not yn liking lando’s comment too

sharll wait im confused i thought charles and her had a thing ?

landino you’re confused ? im flipping confused 😐

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28 February 2023

yngasly posted on their story

charles_leclerc posted on their story

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5 March 2023

yngasly

Bahrain

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yngasly its lights out and away we go in Bahrain !! New Year, New Team and finally NOT penalty points for Pierre ! 🤩

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pierregasly it was going great till it wasnt 🤦🏼 i hate you 😠

yngasly you love me and what are little sisters for ❤️

charles_leclerc i was having a pretty shit day but this just made it better ❤️🤩 (you should wear the hat all the time) 😉

yngasly anytime charlie boy 😄 we will see about the hat 🤔

alpinef1team 💙

f1fans Yn is brutal!! I love her 😍

pedrogaseoso Falling for Yn was not on my 2023 Bingo Card!

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isahernaez so happy to be back in the paddock with you !! ❤️

yngasly its been too long bestie !! missed you too much 🥺

pierregasly its only been 1 month 🤔

yngasly you don’t understand 1 month is too long 😭

yukitsunoda0511 YAY IM STILL HERE

yngasly i follow the rules!! without you photo dumps are incomplete 😃

landonorris THAT JACKET!!! love it ! wear it all the time 🧡

yngasly maybe i should get a hat to match it *hint hint* ���

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sharll she knows what she is doing!! we love a smart girl 😍

landino tbf i dont even think the boys know what is going on

f1fans i have got the popcorn ready !! im so ready for this 🍿

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f1fans NO WAY she just liked my comment !! bestie please tell us what is happening we are dying in suspense 🧐

pedrogaseoso id pay money rn to see the look on pierre’s face when he finds both lando and charles flirting with his baby sister💰

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smoothoperatorrr not carlos and isa joining the drama

f1fans buckle up boys and girls! its gonna be one hella amazing season !! 😍

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credits: all pictures are found from pinterest and instagram

a/n: thank you for reading this far !! i didnt expect the first part of The Pitbox Crew to do so well! If you have any suggestions send them to me!! I would love to hear them ◡̈

[emerxshiu]

FORGOTTEN LAND'S SECOND ANNIVERSARY :3

I AM SOOOO BACK

I started this drawing yesterday around afternoon and finished it just a few minutes earlier.

I went with a messier type of drawing instead of more clean like the elfilin one from yesterday, i find it fun doing it like this, mostly cause i dont have to worry about making it perfectly so i dont get as frustrated as normal. Id place this one as my second best digital drawing. im pretty sure i havent posted what i consider my best digital drawing here, tho i do have it in instagram, i might post it here one day, tho these two are way too tied up, i love how this came out, its not exactly like how i imagined it but its really close to it, and also itd say that since i dont tend to play around lighting that much, this was such a joy to draw and i cant help but stare at it a lot, at least until i start hating it because i made quite a lot of errors. i also changed my elfilis gijinka just a tad bit from last time, but its not that big of a difference, mostly.

ofc i had to draw elfilis for forgotten land's anniversary, i tend to deny it in my head but yeah they're my fave of the kirby characters even tho i hate them a bit. I wanted to draw some more doodles, like, elfilis eating cake, kirby car, a bunch of other stuff (not elfilin cuz i already drew him yesterday) but when i tried i couldnt draw anything more, guess this drawing burned me out a lot, huh?

you can definitly tell i spent all the efforts on him cuz if you look a bit closer to the bottom part you'll see its almost barely detailed, but i mean, they're the focus so make sense i guess for me not add that much detail there. um also, maybe because i dunno i had OVER 130 LAYERS jeez no wonder firealpaca was slowing down so much, i need to manage my layers better next time, tho i did do something i keep forgetting, wich is naming them (most of them at least) that was a real life saver

Also, antares (fecto elfilis' spear/cadaceus), as always, was a pain to draw, but this time its probably been draw the most accurate out of every other drawing ive made with it in it, i didnt notice it was like, a little curved when it reached the blade

some close ups since his face is a bit hard to see

silly :3

fun fact! actually, this is technically a redraw, somewhere around between february and march i started a fecto elfilis drawing for the first anniversary, but i couldnt finish it in time, and i never finished it

thats...quite the improvement! (i remember being so proud of it)

also his wings are like that cuz i did not want to draw the pattern, its way too hard, i literally copy pasted it, wait, i was talking about the 2024 version but i looked at the 2023 one and i just noticed it also has the pattern copy pasted, i guess some stuff never changes since i still abuse the ctrl+c ctrl+v to this day

Also i ended up making a huge error there, i was planing to add the phantom spears from orbital pulsar (the attack he does first when you battle them at lab discovera) but theres an innacuracy, when they do the attack, they always close their eyes, i had actually sketched him (well i mean both these drawings are basically the first sketch (2023) or second sketch(2024) with some color, shadows and lighting. i didnt do lineart in the 2024 one cuz i wanted to be a bit like the og i made (too bad i sketched that one with black since the og was sketched with white due to me drawing the bg first)) with his eyes closed but them decided to make them open for a reason i cant remember, maybe i thought itd look nicer? idk

ive had the idea of redrawing this for quite some month now so it was kinda already planned

background cuz i think it came out really pretty

doesnt have the little stars since without elfilis and the structures it looks fucked up. the actual sky in game is more blue, but the clouds have some orange, in the 2023 ver. i made the sky orange, and in the 2024 ver i wanted it more accurate, but i didnt wanna loose the orange sky, so i did a gradient. pretty...

also here's a screenshot i took when i was like halfway trough it, its barely noticeable but i changed his mouth in the final drawing

I really love katfl, like a buncha whole lot, its basically almost my first mainline kirby game. 100% the demo, finished the game in almost one day, i literally play it monthly, like, every month i put the card in my switch, start it up, get morpho sword, and go shred elfilis in lab discovera. i would probably not even be here on tumblr and the kirby fandom if it werent for it. and i love it so much i genuinly cannot express how much i like it and treasure it with words or anything

Thank you for reading my unnecesarily long rambles lol

I hope i'll post tomorrow and dont forget like usual

Jambuhbye!

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I did not do this fast enough and now I cant find the emojis so im gonna try and do my best with remembering the fics you had:

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(That ending though. My heart was breaking and healing at the same time when Chris came in)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟(OOOOH Im curious to see who is showing up and also learn more about Buck and Eddie's journey!)

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️(THEY ARE FINALLY MARRIED..in a great ceremony by the way!!!)

WOO! Let's do it!

30 for 🚨 (awww glad it resonated!!!!!!!!):

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“I’m glad you’re catching yourself,” he says. 

Buck nods. Yes, that does feel significant. 

“Uh, I don’t know what you have in mind,” Buck says. “Or how difficult my past would make something like adoption. But if the question is, would I want that with you? The answer is yes.”

Eddie grins. “Really?”

“Really,” Buck smiles back. “That would be like… Like a dream, I guess.”

Eddie’s cheeks look a little rosy.

“Yeah, I, uh… I think so, too.”

iv.

It’s February and Eddie is looking at engagement rings. 

It’s not premature. He keeps telling himself that. As if someone is going to jump out of the woodwork and accuse him of exactly that. They won’t. Who fucking would? So he’s looking at engagement rings.  It’s been a year. A year since Eddie was buried alive and nearly drowned and kept swimming until Buck found him. A year since Buck held him while he pulled himself out of his own paralyzing terror at the thought of dying. A year since he changed his will. A year since they fell into bed together. Almost a year since they both declared their love. And Eddie is still so in love with him.

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30 for 🧟 (answers to half of that this chapter!)

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Eddie likes how light Buck seems. Like he floats where other people trudge. There’s a brightness to him, even among all the ruin. 

“Maybe things could be okay, though,” Buck says after a second. “Maybe we could all have good lives, you know?”

Eddie smiles, despite the corpse dragging themselves around outside his truck window. 

“Yeah,” he concedes. “Maybe.”

▪️▪️▪️

They make it to Shannon’s more easily than he would have expected. They don’t see anyone alive that isn’t zombified. No raiders or deranged lunatics. No danger beyond the obvious. Eddie imagines that there are people alive in Los Angeles. He imagines these millionaires and billionaires up in the hills, in those big celebrity compounds, could make an easy go of it. Well, he won’t disturb them. He just came for his family. 

They have to be careful getting out of the truck. The zombies may not be doing too well, but they still outnumber Eddie and Buck by a lot. 

“I’ve got your back,” Buck assures him. 

And maybe it’s because he was a firefighter, maybe it’s because he’s persuasive, or maybe it’s just because Eddie thinks he’s hot - regardless, he trusts him. They dismount from the truck, weapons loaded, safety off. Buck covers Eddie’s back, while Eddie mounts the stairs to the apartment’s entryway. 

Eddie tries not to let the fact that the apartment looks abandoned make him abandon hope. Sure, there are big cracks in the cement stairs up to the front door. And the glass door is shattered. Yes, what appears to be a disembodied remains of a foot sits off to the side in an overgrown garden. But surely, he didn’t actually think Shannon would be just sitting in the apartment waiting for him. No, he came here for clues. Clues to where Shannon might be. 

Buck keeps his gun aimed at a zombie across the road from them. It seems to be missing most of its leg and is laying, moaning, under a street sign. Maybe that’s where the foot is from. 

“If it gets closer, I’ll shoot it,” Buck says.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Yours

February Filth Fest : Day Eight

Kang Yeosang x fem reader

a/n: I WENT CRAZY WRITING THIS I CANT EVEN TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I "DAMNED" MYSELF .

"Convince me."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, degradation, zero build up, name calling(lots), using a toy, edging, dacryphilia, dumbification, spitting, praise, pet names, slapping, unprotected(🍅🍅), possessive dialogue, i went all out for my boy

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"What? Can't even take a little toy?" Yeosang quips, not even turning his head to look at you- instead looking at the movie that neither of you really pay attention to. But he can hear you crying from the unrelenting, gently vibrations. You use your free hand and grab onto his forearm, whining. "How will you take my dick if you can't even take that?"

"I can take it, I'm taking it! I am!" You whine as you hold the handle of toy as still as you can, tears blurring your vision entirely. The wand of it twirls around inside you, touching your g-spot every so often. A piece extends up just above the handle and rests down on your clit, vibrating all the while. "I can take it, I can take it, you know I can so stop testing me!"

But it's on the lowest setting. And it's not enough. And every time you try to get more friction and fuck yourself on it, he slaps you back to your senses before turning back to the TV. "Please, Yeosang!"

He doesn't respond to you, laying still on his side of the bed with his head propped up on his hand, smirking as he 'watches' the movie. He's so cocky and so beautiful and loves you and makes you cum like nobody else ever has. But he lives to hear you beg. "Baby, I need you... I took it like a good girl, please just fuck me."

He tutts his tongue, lifting his shirt above his head and tossing it to a far corner of your bedroom. "Took it like a good girl? Doesn't look like it. You didn't even cum, did you?"

"No..." You admit, hips jolting as he trails his finger tips, light as a feather, up your thigh to your hip. "I need you to make me cum, Baby. Please, I'm so fucking close."

"So you're not a slut... You're just a cock slut." He slowly crawls his way up the bed, keeping his eyes locked on yours even as they threaten to look at your gushing pussy. "That it, bitch? C'mon, tell me," he draws out as he slowly moves your hand away. Without you holding it still, it wiggles around more violently- making you cry out, tears completely flooding your pillow case.

He slaps your leg and holds his hand over the angry flesh to calm it as he all but growls, "I asked you a fucking question, Darling."

"Yes! I'm a cock slut!"

"Any cock will do?"

"No, yours! Need yours, Yeosang!"

"Mine?" He asks innocently, cocking his head to the side. "Just mine, Babe?"

"Yes, just yours. You're the only one, Sang... please stop torturing me, I need you so badly. I need- I w- please! I'm your cock slut."

"Awe," he coos, hands rubbing up your sides and wrapping around your shoulders. He pulls you down to be face to face with him. "My poor little whore... So cute, all needy for me like this." You almost combust on the spot when one of his hands grabs the handle of the toy and begins thrusting it slowly. "If you can cum on this, I'll fuck you as much as you want. Yeah?"

You nod, dumb. "Please, just don't stop." The feeing of the silicone dragging against your walls after so so long has you buzzing. Tears clouding your vision, you fail to notice the way his smirk widens as he speaks.

"I won't stop."

--

"Yeosang, Baby! S'too much!" You cry as you hold onto his shoulders.

He abandoned the toy the second you came, fucking himself into you before you even got the chance to catch your breath. His fingers had started a non-stop attack on your sensitive clit. "No it's not. You said you could take it," he grabs your face and squishes your cheeks together, spreading your lips. He spits right into your waiting mouth and places his hand over your lips. "So be my good whore and take it."

You gulp down his saliva, licking at his finger and smiling as he takes it away. You roll your tongue out in pride. "There's my good whore." He smiles back down at you, "my perfect fuck toy."

His loving smile fades as his hips return to their merciless thrusts. Your hips buck up into him, and it doesn't anything but please him. "Stay still." He puts more weight down on your hips and holds them in place as he pounds into you. You scream out, back trying desperately to arch but not getting very far. Now, all of his weight is ontop of you. "My dumb, pretty, little thing. Can't even follow a simple demand. Stay fucking still or you'll never feel my cock again."

You know he's bluffing. He knows he bluffing. But it doesn't stop you from stilling underneath him, simply wrapping your arms around him and trying to ground yourself as he fucks you to another planet.

"That's it, get comfortable. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you." He wraps his hand up in your hair and holds you tightly, groaning into your ear. "This slutty little hole is all mine. All mine. Right, Darling? This pussy is mine?"

All you can do is stare over at him from where he rests his head next to yours, so fucking close that you can feel his hot breath. "Sang- Yeosang, I w- fuck."

He pulls you onto your side, hiking your leg over his hip as he slows his thrusts to give you a chance to think. He brushes back your sweaty hair, smiling gently like he's not about to spit venomous words at you. "You are my whore." He grabs your chin and pulls you impossibly closer. "Right?"

"Yes, Baby."

"Wanna hear you say it."

"I'm your whore."

"Cute," he mocks as he begins to fuck into you with an inhuman force. "Now say it like you mean it, bitch." He holds your head into his chest, kissing your head as you moan violently, clawing down his back. "Convince me, and you can cum as much as you want. You know good girls get what they want."

Yeosang is mean in the bedroom, sure. But he's never a liar. And with the promise that he'll throw you over the edge again has you groveling. "I'm your whore, Baby! Your cock slut, I'm your cum dump and- God!" You slap his bicep as he nibbles on your neck, grabbing at the back of his head with the other.

"Keep going," he urges, a neediness in his voice that makes your cunt tighten around him.

"I'm your Darling, your- fucking God!I'm your good girl, r-right?" He nods into your neck, licking all the way up to behind your ear, taking your earlobe in his teeth. "And I love it, love your cock! I love you, I'm yours, yours!"

"All fucking mine," he moans, content with your begging- his hand going down to your cunt and making good on his promise to make you cum.

[usmsgutterson]

Caaaallllllllll 🩷 how have you been, love??? Are you on summer break yet?

I've heard your call for fic requests and I have one for Pin! What if Pin and his dad are family friends/neighbors of an old lady, and Pin has been helping take care of her during the winter since she lives alone. Then Reader, the woman's granddaughter, comes to live with her when her parents die, Pin teaches her how to ride, the fall in love, the whole 9 yards.

Thoughts?

Get Together- Pin Hawthorne x fem! reader

hi! I've not quite hit summer break yet--I've got like, seven and a half weeks left and in that time there's prom, senior skip day, a whole lot of studying, three classes worth of exams, grad rehearsal and then grad itself--but I am literally counting down the days til summer and even though I hate the warm weather I also cant wait for it, honestly.

What about you? How are things on your end? I hope all is well!

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- mentions of death, mentions of car accidents, a mention of making out (referenced as a snog)

"Ah," said a spry older woman as she noticed the sight of a dark blue toyota camry rolling into her driveway. "My grandbaby is here! Edward, do me a favor and help me down the front steps?"

"Of course, Mrs. L/N," Pins father intoned. Pin tried to hide his smile as he leaned back in the rocking chair that the elderly woman kept on her front porch, gently rocking back and forth by gently pushing the back of his foot off the ground.

Pin had been nineteen, would be twenty in February--it was barely the beginning of November, and Pins father had volunteered him to help take care of Mrs. L/N two, nearly three years beforehand--and still, he'd never quite met the person who stepped out of the camry when it was parked.

He watched Mrs. L/N approach you, saw your tired grin and puffy cheeks as you pulled your grandmother into a hug.

"Pin!" She called. "You must come down here this instant! I have someone I want you to meet."

"Grandma," Pin heard you say exasperated. "Don't make him get up! Don't make him do anything. I didn't mean to cause a fuss."

"You haven't," Pin called. "If you're fine to let me stay in my seat I'll gladly do so. My name is Pin Hawthorne."

You grinned at him, watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips before he returned the gesture to you.

"Y/N L/N," Mrs. L/N said proudly. "My granddaughter! She's just transfered to an asynchronous online program through a university in the city, and she'll be living with me until she finishes her degree in about three years time."

"What's your major?" Pins father asked.

"Writing," you said. "Creative writing. I'm minoring in journalism as a back up."

"Pin is currently enrolled at the same uni," Pins father said. "Should be catching up on his coursework before exams in December, but alas, you can't win them all."

Pin laughed easily as you came up the stairs, letting your grandmother hold onto you to keep herself steady.

"What's your major then, Hawthorne?" You asked.

"He's on his way to becoming a farm vet," Pins father intoned. "He'll work for the local horses stables. Only difference is that they'll have to start paying him for his contributions."

"They do well enough."

"Because you rescued them from bankruptcy and they find you terrifying."

You cast a glance at your grandmother. "Are they always like this?"

"Unfortunately, yes," she responded, giving you a reassuring grin. "But Pin is more sarcastic then his father, and Ted here is always the one who gets it started. One look, though, and they'll both shut right up."

"Or a cup of tea," Pin said.

"Biscuits," his father admitted, a guilty expression on his face. "Oh my word, your grandmother makes them wonderfully."

"Yes I do," your grandmother said with a proud grin. "Now, inside! You've flown, taken a train, and you've driven. You must be bloody exhausted. Rest up, we'll have dinner and tea in three hours."

You nodded at your grandmother, turned your gaze to Pin and his father.

"See you two in a bit," you said. "Lovely to meet you both."

Pin and his father both nodded, and when you'd fallen out of his line of sight, Pin turned his gaze to his feet in an attempt to hide the grin that'd spread to his face.

He ignored it when his father lightly elbowed his forearm, offered your grandmother a grin when she tutted at his and his fathers antics.

He offered her an arm. When she took it, he let her lean on him and lead him into the kitchen, his father following closely behind.

-

The weeks to follow were simple. Pin would come to yours and your grandmothers place to help look after her and to work on his studies.

The two of you often found yourselves in the sitting room on opposite ends of the couch, idly chatting as you typed away at an assignment or reviewed coursework to prep for exams that December.

Eventually, Bright Fields came up. Pin offered to teach you to ride using the horse your parents had kept in the stables before they'd passed, had told you you didn't have to do anything with the horse if you didn't feel comfortable with it yet.

Pin had ended up staying later and later, helping you take care of your grandmother during the day and relaxing with you in your room during the night, laughing and drinking tea that'd gone cold and studying together for the upcoming semester exams.

Without realizing it, you'd opened up to one another, had begun to rely upon the other person. By the end of that January, you'd told Pin about the accident--your survival, your parents deaths--and in turn, Pin had told you some of what happened with his mother.

At the end of that January, you'd finally taken Pin up on his offer to teach you to ride. You'd go to Bright Fields after your grandmother had called it a night, laugh and joke as Pin taught you basics and eventually you were almost better at it then he was.

It was when his father had offered to take his place in looking after your grandmother for a couple of days that he realized his father had known everything the whole time.

"A tip for subtility next time around," his father had said as he passed Pin a mug of tea. "Don't blush every damn time your phone dings with a text from her. Gives you away right quick, it does."

Pin nearly snorted, but managed to keep his composure. "I wasn't trying to be subtle," he said. "I have nothing to be subtle about."

"You're in love with her and you haven't even noticed?" His father asked incredulously. "Goodness, even with my lack of luck in the significant other department, I thought I raised you better. Mrs. L/N thought Y/Ns parents did a decent job too, but it seems she's just as oblivious to it as you are."

"I'm not oblivious," Pin had known he'd fall in love with you quickly from almost the get-go. He'd realized it the very day you met, and it was March. Spring was only two weeks away from donning on the island. "I do know that I'm in love, I just was raised by you. Love confessions really aren't the Hawthorne specialty."

His father laughed. "Fair enough," he said. "Just say something before it's too late. She's got a place at Bright Fields with the usual crew, and I'm sure Marcus has noticed. He'll try to bro-talk it with you, no doubt."

Pin scrunched his lips. He didn't much like the idea of talking his love life with anyone except someone he was in love with, and the idea that Marcus, of all people, might've found it an interesting point of discussion made him want to die.

"Yeah. I'll bring it up with her."

Pins father nodded. "Good lad. Enjoy your tea, I'll go check in next door and see how things are with Y/N and her grandma."

Pin nodded, took his tea up to his room as his father left.

-

"It's nothing big," Zoe said. "Just something small, to celebrate Spring. A get together!"

The two of you were in the stables, you running a brush along the horse your grandmother had kept in case you'd ever wanted to learn riding like your mother had once. The horse was called Luna, her coat a silvery white color.

"At the Dukes estate," you rebutted. "A get together is not a get together when it involves a butler named Arthur, nor when it involves professional chefs."

"It could be," Zoe said. "A get together is a get together when people get together."

You scoffed. "Get togethers in America are chips, sugary soda, a couple of bags of Sour Patch Kids dumped into a big ass bowl, some shitty lighting and fake laughter amongst people who are regretting agreeing to go within five seconds of their arrival."

"You miss it?"

"Somewhat," you laughed. "Oh, American get togethers were just small parties. I do miss that part, but I do not miss the stale beer or the stench of sweat. College parties were almost worse, though."

"Was it that bad?" Zoe asked. "Oh, you are so going to make me glad I chose to take asynchronous online schooling. I have to wake up at three am for zoom calls in the states sometimes, but if it means I don't attend shitty college parties it will be so much more worth it than I'd thought."

"College parties are glorified high school get togethers with shitty plastic solo cups to indicate relationship status. I used to always pick 'happily coupled' just to avoid being hit on so that I could drink my stale vodka in peace."

Zoe snorted. "Yeah. Feeling blessed. Thank you."

You laughed as you finished brushing Luna, placing the brush on the hook you'd always kept it on.

You turned to the entrance of the stable in time to catch Pins eye, the grin spreading to your face before you could stop it.

"Hi," Pin greeted. "Zoe, would you be all right if I took a minute to talk to Y/N?"

"Go ahead," Zoe said, shooting Pin a look and an eyebrow raise as she grabbed Lunas lead with the intention of passing her to Becky so that she could get some exercise because it had been a busy few days and you hadn't had time to see her at the stables with everything going on.

"Do tell her what a get-together is, though! She's got it wrong!" Zoe called as she walked further away, closing the stable door behind her.

Pin glanced at Zoes back before turning to you, confusion and surprise both present in his gaze.

"What was that?"

"Living on the island for too long has poisoned her," you said nonchalantly. "She thinks a get together is a party with a minimum of fifty people. I think it's like the shit I dealt with in college before my grandmother needed some extra help to look after her and I transferred. I think it's stale vodka, the stench of frat boy sweat, shitty lighting and laughter that makes ones ears hurt."

"Zoes right."

"How dare you?" You asked. "You were supposed to be my ally in this, Hawthorne! How dare?"

Pin shrugged. "Can't help it. She is."

"A get together is not fifty--you know what? You're going to make me sound like a bloody broken record. I am not doing that shit."

Pin laughed, and your heart fluttered for a moment.

"Calling it a get together is how the over twenty-five islander crowd discusses partying," Pin said after a moment. "It's 'we're going to get together, probably get drunk and definitely do something stupid regardless of how sober or not sober we are, but we're not in our early twenties and partying sounds too reckless.'"

"It is not," you said. "Hawthorne, you've found the hill I'm willing to die on. A get together and a party are very different things."

Pin smirked at you, shook his head as though he meant to clear his mind.

"I was wondering if you had a minute to talk," he said. "Not about the debate that we will most definitely be continuing later, but about something different."

"Yeah," you gave a nod, leaning against the stable wall. "Shoot."

"I'm in love with you," he blurted.

You thought on it for a few moments. You'd fallen for him too, across the five months you'd known him. You fell in love quick and hard, and somehow it seemed like it was paying off.

"Ditto," you said.

Pin scoffed. "That was easier than I tho--ditto?"

"Yes, Hawthorne. Ditto. It's very American of me, but if I say that I love you back I might just melt into a clingy puddle and I am not ready for you to see that side of me yet."

He scoffed again, though you couldn't help but notice his grin. "May I kiss you?"

"Please," you responded. He stepped forward, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. You kissed back, arms moving to rest on either of his shoulders. You felt weightless almost, like nothing mattered more in that moment than the two of you did.

As you pulled away, you heard clapping. Pins arms wrapped around your waist as you pulled him close, not daring to look up and meet the gazes of those you knew were standing outside of the stable doors.

"Finally!" Marcus called. "I've been watching this trainwreck for five months, and finally it happened!"

"We're not a trainwreck!" Pin called back.

"Oh, yes you are! First, you meet at Y/Ns bloody grandmothers house," Mia called.

"Then you fall in love over tea, creative writing essays and fucking biology assignments," Zoe added.

"And now, look at you lot! Having a snog in a bloody stable!" Gabby finished off.

"We were not having a snog," you fired back, ignoring the heat in your cheeks. "It was a kiss--one kiss! Stop being lewd."

Pin let you go as the two of you turned, letting you grab his hand instead, other hand moving to rest on his elbow as your fingers interlaced.

"Did you at least bring up the--" Zoe started, cutting herself off. "The thing, relating to the other thing that's happening at your estate?"

"He's taken your side on the get-together debate."

"I'm taking Y/Ns out of spite from here on," Pin mumbled. "And loyalty."

You snorted where Zoe scoffed. "She's wrong and you know it!"

"I'm loyal!" Pin said in his defense. "Kill me, Zoe. Kill me for my loyalty. How would that look on your resume?"

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to Pins cheekbone, shooting Zoe a pointed look.

"Oh, fuck off! Both of you!" Marcus shouted. "Ah, now they're a couple, it's going to be hell around here."

"Oh no! Two people holding hands, kissing, and taking the other persons side in group arguments! How awful!" You mocked, one part of you wishing you and Pin were at your place, relaxing and trying to do course work, one of your hands idly running through his soft brown hair.

The other part of you wanted to be in the field you and Pin had found a good distance from the beach, leant up against a tree as you drank tea you'd poured into flasks and talked about anything and everything.

Pin gave your hand a squeeze. "All right," he said. "That's enough gawking, you all have work that needs doing."

Marcus gave a mock salute, Zoe and Mia nodded.

Gabby nodded. "Marcus is wrong. You'll be good for each other."

"Thanks," you and Pin said.

You were almost entirely sure that, since the deaths of your parents, since your survival after the accident, those moments were some of the first wherein you felt genuine happiness again.

[zhongrin]

A lone person's footsteps echoes throughout the quiet nightlife of Sumeru City. You may catch the hint of a melody from the figure, wandering leisurely among the streets. Esther was basking in the cold, frigid wind of the night, her soft steps careful to not wake anyone up. Spotting her destination, she hastily walks towards a lone bench, near the Sanctuary of Surasthana, and sits down with a sigh.

Reaching for her messenger bag, she pulls out a small, seemingly hand-made notebook adorned with silver. Flipping on a random page, she then grabs a pen and starts to fill the white paper with her words.

February 17, XXXX. 22:22 still the same feeling of something missing. nighttime clears the thoughts out for a while but it still persists like a leech. cant shake off the feeling. Chewing her pen, she focuses on nothing in particular. When did this feeling start-

"going out, my love?"

the woman pauses her movements, and when she turns towards him, he sees a sheepish smile stretching her lips. her feet shift and her fingers toy with the edge of her clothes.

"yeah. just for a bit," her tone is lighthearted, yet her gaze avoids him, like a butterfly straying off dead flowers, "i'll... i'll be back soon."

he hums. she looks down at the floor.

"is that a promise?"

her head snaps upwards, eyes widening slightly as her hand tightens onto her bag strap. for a moment, her lips opened, but no sounds came out.

"..... yes. it's a promise."

he nods and returns back to blending the various tea leaves on the counter, a slight tremble on his hand as he gauged the temperature of the teapot.

"alright. don't take too long now.... i'll be here. waiting."

".... i know."

the sliding door shuts.

a splash of tea misses the cup.

[viaalterego]

thank you @gummybugg for the tag! This is my first time doing this so it might sound strange. but this was a fun idea! hope to do more in the future! so without further ado here it the AM I THE A***HOLE for my WIP "Counting the Days Till Im Yours"

Am I the A**Hole for tricking the guy I look up to in to becoming my brother? ( I think not, but this is what reddits for amiright?)

I ,a very mature person, (16M) may have decived or tricked some randome Guy (21M) in to becoming my bruthor. An rn hes in the car w e as we head back to my place. And you might be wondrn, howd the hell did I get here…

So heres the story,

In my defense his fam is filled to the brim with uncaring a**holes and so I thought if no ones gunna care for dis guy, I will. My bruthor (19M) and Dad (very old) both laughed and said that I was too young to adopting people. But this Guy is so cool, he can play a giture and can write music and hes in collage but apperntly hes thinking about dropping out after the spring semester bc he keeps saying that his prof is an evil man that’s out to get him and he keeps tellinhim that he’ll amount to nothin if he “doesn’t get his act together”. (I told him that his prof sounds like a dummy, but for some reason he chooses to believes the b******) This Guy is so freaking amazing tho. Like at one point, There were some  stuid older kids who chased me down the road a couple of times  after school and Guy would always run out of work (a small groceries mart) to chase them off! Hed use his break time to check on me and wed hang out in the park for a bit. I think hes a really good person and that he desseves so much more… when I toldmy family, they both agreed that wi… Guy deserves a better life. But we knew that hed wouldnt want to come with us so, Dad used the same tackcit he used for my broher and i. Just wait… until th time was right.

And tured out we didn’t have to wait long… it was February and Dad got a notification that Guy had run of from his apartment only minutes after hed made it home ( dad instaled some cameras near his house so we could check uo on him) hed run to the park in panic. Now, ive seen im upset before, but this wasa brand new and at that moment, we all realized that the time was right. So I went ot Guy just to see if was okay, while my brother and Dad prepared for to take im home. And it happened!!

Im in the car sirtting right next to im rn with him. Hes asleep rn ( probly from whatever my brother gave him) so he doent know abou any of this . an ******* amazing urpise if you ask me! But we had to tie him up a bit bc Dad said that he “might panic and lose his **** once it wore of”. But im not too worried. He knows that I care about him, and now my brother and Dad want him to be apart of our family to! So not only does he get an new family I get a new brother out of this too. But…

Tbh he looked really scared when we went to meet him and when we stopped at a motel for he night (he did wake up) and still freaked the ***** out. Dad was able to put him back to sleep tho before  he was able to hurt himself. I couldn’t help but feel bad… like what if I got the wrung Idea and he hates me for it?? What if he doent see me as a brother as well?? What if he hates??

Oh wer  almost home! Cant have my “brother” wake up to a lil insecure baby now can we.

So I will leave this up to you internet people or Redditers, as ive heard it called.

Am I the A**Hole here??

PS… Oh and I will update!

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Springtrap overlooks his new space it wasnt as pristine as the old pizzeria but it would stop  people just fumbling down and finding him and...well it was isolated...only people that could find him now were his allies once he showed them.

Ironically his secondary location was just another building that had forgotten underneath the pizzaplex who knows how many these abandoned structures were down here.

He slowly thuds to the floor the only thing cutting through the silence was the sound of nearby generators as he runs a hand along his face. “i miss my family....i-i-i miss my sons, and daughters...a-and my wife...it doesnt hurt m-most of the time but now..i-in this silence it hurts the most...” He sighs.

30 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

#3

who gon give link a smooch?

who will be courageous enough to do the smoochin.

because here he is

waiting.

32 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

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@winters-club vox leaned back in his chair a low hrmm escaping him for a moment. “Alright vel, i think its about time we had a talk about our little pimp. I dont think i need to say it outloud but our pimp hasnt been..as productive as he was in the past.”

43 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

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A soft sigh fogs up the cafe window, another shitty cold day as summer turns to fall turns to winter..another month or two and the city will be covered in a blanket of snow…a sheet of white blanketing neon..it was nice though in a way, it made the city look different..if even for a short while.

He doesnt know..or cant remeber who told him about this spot..a small cafe..tv chattering some news or ad in the distance, looking down at a warm cup of coffee bringing it to his lips..some warmth to fight back the cold.

Tune out the city for a bit..the klilling, the running, driving, talking, high stakes, endless drama that threatens to shatter the mind and chrome only fuels that spiral faster..

Just a few hours..alone with his thoughts watching the rain and watching passerbys..it was no brain dance..but maybe for a bit he needed to unplug..who says you cant take a small break?

91 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

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#5

Might I ask for 11 A Ingo?

Ingo reunites with his pokemon :')

Thank you for the prompt @psychic-panda-28

haha umm this took a little longer cause i decided to draw his pokemon too (i got lazy and didn't look at refs for excadril, so please don't look too closely at him) (also a joltik is there because I'm sure that with all of the ones that Emmet has, he as some he's attached to too)

172 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

#4

When your brother returns after suddenly and unexpectedly disappearing into the past, and you cling to him like a koala cause you missed him so much and dont want him to disappear again

But it's fine cause he came back JACKED, and holding you is like holding a bunch of grapes

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#2

You ever like. Listen to songs and make them all about your current interest?

But there's always a couple songs that are cool, but dont quite vibe/fit with your current interest

And then later, after acquiring a New Interest, listening to your music and hearing a one of those songs and going "Oh. OH. OOOOOOOHHH THIS FITS THIS PERFECTLY HOLY CRAP THIS SONG WAS JUST WAITING FOR THIS INTEREST!!!!"

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