#How much papaya should I eat every day?

[propertyofwicked]

BEST FRIEND - LN

part 2 to faking an interest!

f1 grid x platonic!reader, lando x reader SMAU

icl the dates and replies on the tweets are wrong but i cba to change them

masterlist the playlist

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maxfewtrell i thought i saw trees dying and the sky going dark - makes sense now

⤷ ynusername you love me really

⤷ maxfewtrell id love you more if you stopped eating my cereal

username1 lando looks so good here

⤷ username2 the book boyfriend lean omg

⤷ username3 and what if i day delicious followed by a series of loud barking? then what?

⤷ yourusername im gonna politely ask you to put your phone down and think about your digital footprint

⤷ yourusername but i see the vision

landonorris my no.1 fan

⤷ yourusername omg! landon norrizz can i get your autograph?!?!?!

⤷ username4 dont do it - she'll sell it on ebay

⤷ yourusername and ill do it with pride

pietra.pilao i missed you so much beautiful girl

⤷ yourusername and now you're never getting rid of me i love you

⤷ maxfewtrell do i get a say or...?

⤷ pietra.pilao no <3

⤷ landonorris lol sucks to suck maxfewtrell

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yourusername and relax......

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username5 ....soft launch?

⤷ username6 is it logan?

⤷ username5 why would it be? she always post his face

⤷ username5 looks more like lando honestly

⤷ username7 and she is in london with him and max f rn

⤷ username6 aren't they just friends though?

maxfewtrell that better not be what i think it is

⤷ maxfewtrell that better not be my cereal

⤷ yourusername and what if it is?

⤷ maxfewtrell ill fight you

⤷ yourusername timbers? shivered ✔️

username8 trying so hard not to be delusional about this

⤷ username6 try harder <3

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yourusername williams should add me to their payroll the amount of time i spend here

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username11 girly got her degree and said fuck it im a wag now

⤷ yourusername im literally just a girl

mclaren hey i thought we agreed you were a papaya now 😟

⤷ yourusername sorry admin this american dude asked me to tie his shoelaces for him and now im trapped

⤷ logansargeant i can tie my own shoelaces thank you

⤷ alex_albon true, he just wanted to make sure you werent spilling williams secrets to the enemy

⤷ yourusername secrets? like what? how to forget to pack a spare chassis?

⤷ logansargeant yn we spoke about this.

⤷ username5 yn being the biggest logan sargeant defender is so real.

username4 her and logan are so cute together

⤷ yourusername no <3

⤷ yourusername but i admire your confidence to type this out, read it and still hit send <3

⤷ logansargeant ouch?

landonorris come back tf?

⤷ yourusername what can you offer me that williams cant?

⤷ landonorris we have cookies

⤷ yourusername so do williams

⤷ oscarpiastri mark’s here

⤷ yourusername MAHRK WIBBAH?? omw

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yourusername P2? P2! goodbye mclaren silly szn

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yourusername p.s i have never been so soaked in my life

⤷ landonorris bet.

⤷ yourusername i meant the rain but sure that works too

⤷ username5 i love this friendship hehe

mclaren 🧡

⤷ yourusername admin im choosing you over the bear.

landonorris 🧡

⤷ yourusername slay, if i may

username4 no logan or alex comment :(

⤷ username3 she watched from the mclaren garage too 😟

⤷ username18 bet shes sick of watching logan dnf every week

⤷ yourusername i love and support all of my friends equally! my comment section is not the space for you to spread negative messages about them. thanks!

username14 “i love my friends equally” only posts about lando?

⤷ username7 she posts about oscar too - let her live

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yourusername lando this is so cryptic

username11 are they together or...?

⤷ username10 nah they just friends i think

oscarpiastri i lost something once :'(

⤷ logansargeant same

⤷ oscarpiastri get your own struggle

username8 i need a friendship as close as theirs

lilymhe the cutest <3

⤷ lando.jpg thank you

⤷ lilymhe i meant yn and you know it

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yourusername guys i dont know how to make this any more obvious

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logansargeant you are so down bad it's painful

⤷ yourusername am not

⤷ lilymhe well you had me fooled

⤷ francisca.cgomes consider me baffled

⤷ landonorris i have it printed out ✋

oscarpiastri just two best friends

⤷ yourusername dont encourage them

⤷ landonorris HAHA your best friend is MY girlfriend

⤷ oscarpiastri trust me ive heard - mclaren can we have thicker walls please

⤷ danielricciardo do they still high five each other when they finish?

⤷ oscarpiastri they've transitioned to a full handshake

⤷ yourusername LIES. DEFAMATION. MY LAWYER WILL BE IN CONTACT.

username7 wdym it was right in front of us all along?

⤷ yourusername should've gone to specsavers

[lostmymind-0]

Sugary sweet | LN4 x Piastri!Reader

Words: 2420

Warnings: diabetes, passing out, hospital

Note: I am not diabetic myself but one of my close family members is, so I wrote this off of how it is for them. I do know that it can be different for everyone and please tell me if I got something completely wrong 🙏

Part 2

Lando theoretically knew that it was wrong to have a crush on his teammates sister. He knew that he should not hope for her to be at every race. He knew that it could destroy the friendship he had build with the young Aussi. But Lando could not help but admire Olivia Piastri, the twin sister of his teammate Oscar Piastri. The young girl was an engineering student and did an internship at McLaren, following their engineers and learning directly from them. The first time Lando met the young girl was at testing in Bahrain, where he also found out that she was Oscar’s sister. Both Piastri twins were rather quiet and introverted but Oscar was the more extroverted one even if not by much. Olivia only seemed to really talk when it was about the car and the engineering side of it. She barely chatted with others but instead watched what was happening around her. He mostly sees her when she is shadowing Andrew Jarvis or Will Joseph at race weekends. He tried to make conversation with her but always got interrupted by eighter an engineer, his coach or Oscar.

The Miami GP was the first time Lando got the chance to really talk to the young girl. It was a shitty race for both drivers and the mood in the garage was not too good. Everyone tried to figure out a way to improve the car for the next race in about twenty days. “How is the team treading you?”, Lando asked Olivia as he joined her to take a look at the data. Confused did the girl turn her head to the brit, looking at him with wide eyes. “Are you talking to me?”, she asked, her voice quiet. “Yeah, there is no one else here. So how is everyone treading you?”, Lando joked and repeated his question while leaning against the counter. “Good…everyone is nice to me.”, the girl admitted with flustered cheeks. “Good to hear that. What do you say to the data?”, “The wear on the tire is a bit much and the aerodynamics are also not too good.”, she said quietly. Looking at the data and recalling the race Lando agreed completely with her. They talked a little more about the car and data before Lando lead the conversation a little bit more to personal stuff. To her own surprise did Olivia felt pretty comfortable talking to Lando. Sure she also felt pretty flustered every time he looked at her but she just hoped he would not notice that. “Liv! Where are you?”, Oscar’s voice interrupted the two as he walked up to them. “I am here, Osc.”, the girl told her brother who looked his teammate up and down, trying to see what he was planning. “We are supposed to eat together, remember?”, he told his sister who nodded. Saying goodbye to the brit the twins left.

“How is your sugar? You seem a bit sweaty.”, Oscar asked his sister as soon as they were out of hearing from Lando. “I am fine. A bit high but I am going to correct once we are in the car.”, Olivia told her brother after scanning the small sensor that was hidden by her papaya shirt, with her phone. “How high?”, “232 mg/dL. But like I said I am going to correct it as soon as we are in the car.”, she told her brother but he was not satisfied. “That is pretty high. Why did you not correct it earlier?”, “Osc, my pump broke and I have to correct manually so I had not the time to do so. I am fine, stop worrying.”, the girl told her older brother by twenty minutes. Grumbling something Oscar accepted the answer and lead his sister out of the paddock. He had tried to get her to tell the team about her diabetes but the girl refused. She hated it when people asked her questions about it or treated her different. She also did not want to appear weak, as it was hard enough for a girl in this industry. Being disabled would not help to be taken as serious as a man, so she kept it to herself. It worked out well for now. No one knew, aside form Oscar of course.

As the race in Imola was cancelled due to flooding did McLaren call every one into the factory to try and solve the problems from Miami. The engineers worked their asses off to try and find solutions. Olivia was there the entire time, helping the engineers and learning from their work. They worked for hours on end when Olivia forgot to check up on her sugar levels. She already knew she was low. The fogginess in her brain and the feeling of being dizzy told her that she was in fact very low. But she could not go right now. They were going over the data with Lando and Zack right now. She tried to listen to what everyone was saying when her vision got cloudy. Right as she wanted to say something to Lando did her speech give up. “Lan…”, was all she got out before passing out. Panicked the brit caught her before she could hit her head on the floor. “What the fuck?”, Zack asked and ordered someone to get Oscar as well as calling an ambulance. Laying her down Lando kept her head in his lap, trying to wake her up. “Did she say anything about being not well?”, Zack asked the engineers she had been following. “No, everything was fine. She seemed tired but we all are so we thought nothing about it. Plus you know how quiet she is.”, one told Zack who nodded. Not long after did a panicked Oscar ran into the room. “What happened?”, he asked and kneeled down next to his sister and Lando. “She just passed out.”, Lando told his teammate, nodding Oscar asked, “Where is her phone?”. Looking around Zack found it on the table behind them. Handing it to Oscar, everyone watched the Aussi as he unlocked it and held it against her arm. A beep appeared before Oscar cursed. “What is going on, Oscar?”, Lando asked, worried about the girl he was holding onto his lap. “My sister is diabetic. Her blood sugar dropped very low, that’s why she is passed out.”, Oscar explained and Lando as well as everyone else was quite shocked to learn this. “Why has she not said a word about it?”, Zack asked the Aussi right as the paramedics walked in. “She wants to be taken seriously and worried that she would not be seen as serious if anyone knew about this.”, he explained and then explained to the paramedics what was going on. They gave her an emergency glucose shot and checked her sugars while waiting for the glucose to work. After about fifteen long minutes did Olivia regain her consciousness. “It is okay. Everything is fine.”, Oscar told his sister as she was still disorientated and unable to form words. Together with Oscar did the paramedics took her to the nearest hospital to monitor her and make sure she does not drop this low again. Lando followed them close behind as he could not stop worrying about the girl. “You like her.”, Zack noticed as his young driver was about to get into his car. “Who?”, “Olivia, you like her.”, Zack repeated. Looking at his boss the brit was unsure what to say. “Go and see her. OH, and Lando, tell her.”, Zack laughed before returning into the factory.

Oscar was not surprised to see Lando walking into his sister’s hospital room. She was asleep and stable right now. Her sugar level slowly getting higher. “How is she doing?”, Lando carefully asked. “She is doing fine. Her sugar is getting higher. Come sit down, she should wake up in a bit.”, Oscar said and patted the chair next to his. “I still don’t understand how this happened.”, Lando admitted, blaming himself for not noticing anything. “She most likely forgot to eat anything while working as well as checking her levels. So she slowly got lower and lower.”, Oscar explained, knowing how focused his sister could get. The two were living together as they went together to boarding school and then also moved together after. “And how did she not notice anything earlier or someone else?”, “She can get very low and still function some times, so it is very hard to tell from the outside. Especially if you don’t know. She most likely knew that she was low but thought she could make it a bit longer.”, “How low was she?”, Lando asked, curious. He did not knew a lot about diabetes but wanted to learn as much as he could. Thinking Oscar said, “Under fifty for sure. Her sensor just said low so it had to be below that. I would guess around 30. Maybe a little lower or higher.”.

After what felt like an eternity for Lando, did Olivia woke up. “Where am I?”, she groaned and sat up a little, now noticing the brunette sitting next to her brother. “In the hospital. You passed out from being low. Again.”, Oscar kind of scolded her, but the truth was that he was always worried about her and her wellbeing. Nodding the young girl tried to remember what happened exactly. “Please tell me I did not pass out in front of Zack and all engineers? Please, Osc.”, she whined, remembering where she was and what she had been doing as she passed out. “I am sorry but you did. I am going to get you some food and a nurse.”, he claimed and left his teammate and sister alone to talk. “You freaked me out, Pastry.”, Lando stated, making the girl blush. “I am sorry. I did not plan this.”, she mumbled, feeling a lot more shy as she was alone with Lando. “I think you also freaked out everyone else. But how are you feeling?”, Lando said and sat down next to her, where Oscar used to sit. “I am better. I should have taken care of my sugar level earlier. It is embarrassing to end up in the hospital because of this. Even more passing out in front of my boss. Do you think Zack will fire me?”, she now panicked. Chuckling at her panic Lando took her hand in his and calmed her down, “Zack wont fire you. No one is going to take you less serious now. Everything is good, love.”. Heat rushed into her cheeks as she heard that nickname. “Thank you, Lando.”, she whispered and looked at him. His eyes were beautiful as well as the little smirk he wore on his lips. “Do you like what you see, love?”, Lando teased her, leaning closer. As she turned her head to avoid his piercing look did his warm, big hand cup her cheek. Turning her head to him. Tension grew as they both slowly leaned into each other. Like magnets. Lando did the last step and closed the gap between them. Connecting their lips in a kiss. Slow at first to give her the chance to back out. To his surprise did she not back out but instead grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. His hand was in her hair by now, holding her close to him. “What the actual fuck!?”, someone yelled, making the two jump apart. Lando almost fell off the chair as he turned to the door. There stood Oscar. A tray with food in his hand and a giggling nurse behind him. “Osc…I…we…”, Olivia stuttered completely flustered. Lando on the other hand tried his best not to giggle. The girl he had the biggest crush on just kissed him back so his ego was a little blown up. “I think I need to bleach my eyes out.”, Oscar stated dramatically as he put down the food next to his sister on the table. To everyone’s luck did the nurse intertwine, “Miss Piastri how are you feeling? I assume better?”, “Yeah…I feel better.”, Olivia said and bit her lip to try not to blush even more. “I am glad to hear this. We are going to check your sugar level one last time before we let you go.”, the nurse said and tested the sugar level one more time. It was almost completely back to normal. “Okay, we are going to keep you for about an other hour and then you are free to go home.”, the nurse said and left the three alone.

The hour was the longest in Olivia’s life. To say that it was awkward to sit in the room with your crush, who just kissed you and your brother who walked into said kiss when they were teammates was not the most fun. In hopes of help did she even text her mother. But due to the time difference did she not answer her. “Can we please address this? Or I am dropping again due to anxiety.”, Olivia finally said. Both boys looked at each other before looking at her. “Do you have serious intentions with my sister?”, Oscar asked Lando. It was not what Olivia had expected Oscar to say but it was a start. “I do. I really like her.”, Lando told him, in a tone Olivia did not knew from him. it was very serious and not a hint of sassiness in it. letting out a very long and overly dramatic sigh did Oscar say, “Fine. I will not say anything against this if my sister really likes you, what I think as she kissed you, but the moment you hurt her will I push you into the wall with my car. Now if you excuse me. I still need to bleach my eyes.”. With a kiss on the forehead did Oscar left Olivia alone with Lando. “So we both like each other. How about I take you out on a date? We can go out as soon as you are free to go.”, Lando said excited. Smiling a little Olivia took his hand telling him, “I would love to go on a date with you but I think I don’t have the energy to go out right now. How about we stay in and maybe watch a movie or something like that? Or game?”, “You game?”, Lando asked surprised. Feeling a little shy again she admitted, “A little but not on stream or anything.”.

Part 2

[allywthsr]

SELFMADE CALENDAR | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando pack an advent calendar for each other!

wordcount: 1.6k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: my first advent calendar! I hope you like it, tell me your thoughts 🥹

advent calendar

You looked around you, it was the last day of November and you had an advent calendar to pack. You hid in your shared bedroom, sitting on the ground and figuring out what to give him on what day, while Lando sat in his gaming room to pack yours there.

It became a little tradition since you started dating, to make each other a calendar. Lando had an easier job than you, he could put face masks, bath salts, chocolate, and other stuff for every day and you‘d be happy, but for him, it was much more difficult. He couldn’t just eat tons of chocolate, or Jon would get mad, and he was a rich man, whatever he wanted, he could buy it himself, and he did.

This year you wanted to make the best advent calendar you had ever done, buying things he actually needed. Last week he complained that his underwear had little holes in them, just like some of his socks, so you went and bought him a few pairs of each, and could fill five bags already. Socks and underwear wasn’t the best thing to get gifted, but he really needed these and he would be happy, at least you hoped. Another thing you got him was a smaller size of his favorite Parfum, just as some shaving cream as a joke for his beard as well as some razor blades for his razor, and some aftershave you found in a store.

You wanted to get him things he actually needed and just wouldn’t lay around, you had done that in the last years, getting him small things, like a mini teddy bear with an ’I love you‘ T-shirt on, its cute, and he was happy about it, but it’s just sitting in one of his drawers. And gifting him things like a picnic or general time with you was also something you didn’t want to do, time with you shouldn’t be gifted, it should be something you do regularly and not be done just because you wrote it on a piece of paper. And you did it regularly, whenever you could you would go out to eat or just enjoy a movie night, cuddling until you fell asleep or doing other nsfw things.

Next, you put a self-made bracelet in a bag, you knew how much he loved things like this, especially bracelets. It’s something his mum started when she gifted him one for Christmas a few years back and now he collected them. You had gotten him a fair amount, but also a lot of fans made him some and he loved them, he was wearing them for days and weeks. So it was time you got him one, that wasn’t bought but made. It was papaya colored, mixed with some of his iconic neon yellow plus your favorite color, you also put the first letter of your name on it, so he always knew it was from you.

You did put a few chocolates in eight bags, he deserved it, after the season he had. The chocolates vary from typical chocolate Santa Claus’s to kinder bars, because those are his favorites, but for your own peace of mind with Jon, you put some protein bars or healthy versions of chocolate in there as well.

Something you were extremely proud of, was a T-shirt you made, where the girlfriend prints pictures of herself on it for her boyfriend to wear. This was more like a joke, but you knew he would love it and would wear it proudly.

You knew that Lando would freak out if he found out how much money you spent, so for some bags you kept it small, adding his favorite shower gel or a xxl pack of his favorite gum just as his favorite lip balm because you knew how he would complain about having dry lips in the winter, crying about how soft yours were because you used some chapstick regularly. And one of your favorite things you gotten him, was a little notebook where you painted the outside because you couldn’t find the right one for him. Now it looked like the perfect fit for him, and he could start journaling again, you noticed how his mental health was a bit down and you knew from when he was in therapy that journaling helped him. So you got him a notebook and a collection of beautiful pens for him to write his feelings down when he couldn’t communicate them. Maybe it was something that other people wouldn’t consider putting in an advent calendar, but you knew he needed it and he would be very happy about it. Sometimes he got shy when he talked about his mental health and it wasn’t always easy for him to talk about it, he tried but every now and then he just needed some time and a journal to get his thoughts out of his head.

For the last day, Christmas, you got a necklace that was made out of a small silver chain and had a tiny heart dangling on it, the extra was, that you had your first letter engraved on the back of the heart. Lando was a sucker for something so cheesy, and he told you recently how much he wanted a new necklace. He loved to carry something of you on him, in fact, a Polaroid picture of you, he took a few years ago, was resting in his wallet, whenever he pulled it out to pay for something, he looked at you with a smile and got reminded that he was extremely lucky to have someone like you on his side. With that in mind, you got him the prettiest necklace there was.

One thing you had to do, was to write little notes every day and put them in every bag, on some you‘d just written ’I love you‘ or ’thank you for everything‘ but some were more explicit and some were just really cheesy, but you wanted to add the last personal touch before closing the bags with a strip of washi tape and adding a number for every day. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

So you gathered as many of his bags as you could carry and brought them to a shelf in the living room, in the end, you needed to do three trips to get all of his twenty-four bags there but when you lined them all up, it looked perfect. The colorful bags added a nice touch to the atmosphere and decoration you already put up for Christmas. You were curious about what Lando had bought.

Lando was on the floor as well, looking around and seeing that he went overboard with your presents again. He just loved seeing you happy and getting you stuff, he tried to keep it lowkey and buy some face, hand, and foot masks but he could not not buy you something more fancy. A phone case from your favorite luxury brand waited for you in bag ten, your concealer he knew you loved to use was sitting next to his foot as well as your powder, ready to be put in a bag, he did put a lot of your favorite Christmas sweets in some bags just as some hair ties because you could never have enough of them. Because you two were alike he bought you your parfum. A few bath salts made their way into separate bags, he knew how much you loved a relaxing bath, every now and then he would join you, sitting behind you while cuddling and talking about the most random stuff, mostly evolving to dirty activities. Lando was just like you and didn’t like gifting time, so he only focused on putting material things into the bags.

A Pyjama that was red and christmasy looking sat next to him, he got the same for himself, so you could match during the night. It was cheesy but sometimes he loved it. Last week he bought a stuffie from your favorite animal, you loved to decorate the bedroom with stuffies and he saw it at the airport when he was flying back home from his last race of the season. Two books from your favorite author were put in two separate bags and your favorite chocolate waited for him to pack. A few hair and skin care products made their way into a few bags as well.

For the last bag of the calendar, he got you a bracelet where a heart was sitting with an ’L‘ engraved, you both didn’t know that the other got the same thing but he thought a bracelet was cute and he wanted you to wear his initial on your body, he didn’t care that he was selfish.

He had the same thought as you did and printed out twenty-four pictures of you and him, writing little messages on the back. ’I love you‘ or ’ Have a good day, love‘, was his favorite to write, and he put one picture per day into the calendar.

When he was finished, he brought the advent calendar into the living room as well, displaying them on the shelf next to the one where you had put his‘.

When he saw you standing in the kitchen and preparing the dinner for the day, he had to wrap his arms around your waist, pressing you into him, and place kisses on your neck and shoulders.

”I finished your advent calendar.“

”I did so too.“

”I‘m excited for you to see all of your presents.“

”Lando, I hope you didn’t go all out again. Last year you got me new shoes for the first day!“

”It’s not that crazy, I promise, smells good by the way.“

”Thank you, baby, it’s almost done, would you mind setting the table?“

”Everything for my love.“

taglist: @millinorrizz @jamieeboulos @loxbbg

[6rookie-writer0110]

Slow the time

Barry Allen x Male Reader

Request - Not necessarily smut I guess but giving Barry a foot rub after a long day 👄 male reader ofc

Barry just finished putting away criminals and he is tired. He has been fighting criminals all-day and he is happy to go home. Before going home, he bought dinner and then went home. He is happy to see you and you smiled at him. He wrapped his arms around you and starts to kiss you.

“Well, hello to you” You smiled.

“It's been a long day putting away bad guys,” Barry said.

“Yeah, I can tell. You didn't even take off-”

He used speed to change clothes and you didn't finish your sentence.

“I have the suit off now. Ready for dinner?” Barry said.

“Okay,” You smiled.

You and Barry start to eat together and just talk about stuff. He starts to ask about your day.

“How about we go away for the week?” Barry asked.

“Let's do it. We need a break from the city and I want no interruption while we are together” You smiled.

“Oh of course” Barry smiled.

After dinner, you and Barry sit on the couch to watch tv and relax.

“Babe, maybe you can give me a massage? I have been on my feet all day” Barry said.

Barry starts to kiss you and he starts to smile.

“Is this your way, trying to convince me?” You said.

He kissed you again.

“Is it working?” Barry asked.

“Yeah” You smiled.

Barry used his speed to grab the lotion and went back to you. He lies down and put his feet on your lap and you put the lotion on your hands.

“Thanks, babe” Barry smiled.

“Let's begin” You smiled.

You start to massage his right foot. You had pressure and start to massage again, he likes how you do it.

“Your hands feel amazing!” Barry smiled.

You use your thumbs to massage in circles on his feet. Then you start to massage each other gently and Barry doesn't stop smiling. He is starting to feel more relaxed and you keep going

“Better?” You asked.

“Yeah. Every time you give me a foot massage, I love it” Barry said.

“I hope that's not the only reason you're dating me,” You said.

“Maybe” Barry teased.

“Rude” You laughed.

“There at many reasons why I'm dating you, Y/n” Barry smiled.

“Same,” You said.

Now you put more lotion on your hands. You begin to massage his left foot, add pressure then start to massage again. You put your fingers between his toes then start to massage the heel of the foot. You begin to massage the middle of his foot and he bends his toes.

After a while of massaging his feet, you washed your hands. Then Barry repays you back by making out with you on the bed.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

You and Barry are at the mall, just walking around. You and Barry go inside a store and he noticed the new scented lotion for massaging. You and Barry start to smell the lotions and you two are liking the smell.

“Oh, I like this one the pineapple and papaya,” You said.

“We should get that one. Also how about this one?” Barry said.

Usually, you would use coconut and mint lotion. You smell the lotion that Barry has in his hands and its lavender and shea butter.

“Wow, this smells so good,” You said.

“Y/n, we should buy it and maybe try it?” Barry said.

“Yeah, we should buy it,” You said.

“Awesome” Barry smiled.

Barry bought the items then he used his speed to get home fast. Barry lies on the bed and the first lotion you use is pineapple and papaya. You and Barry are loving the smell and he is enjoying the foot massage.

“Y/n, this feels much better with the new lotion” Barry smiled.

“Plus it doesn't feel greasy so that's a plus,” You said.

Now you massage his left foot with the second lotion lavender and he watches you. You massage his toes and he wiggles his toes.

Later, you and Barry cuddle in bed. He is lying on his side and he has his arm around you. You and just start to talk about random stuff.

[gayferrari]

other ask. Ok so I appreciate the warning, lol. I put the rest under a spoiler cut so nobody needs to see it if they don't want to. my tldr is that I disagree, but I get what you're annoyed / worried about, and hopefully, my take will give you some peace of mind, and that's why I posted it — some gossip + speculation about semi-public figures none of us know under the cut

full ask

same nicole p podcast anon as before but this time with such a rancid take i'm sending it separately in case you don't want to become ground 0 for like world war 81. tldr nicole please shut up because the more you talk the less i'm able to separate oscar the racer (go papaya) from oscar the person (rancid unexamined firstborn son flavor of toxic masculinity) most controversial nicole take: i think every time she opens her mouth about their family dynamic she just exposes that she's never thought critically about it and in this particular interview also exposes that HE has probably never thought critically about it. like i say this as an oscar fan! but he's literally the firstborn son and heir who his parents sank their life savings into which probably meant his sisters were prevented from pursuing their own interests during childhood. nicole's entire public personality just being obsessed with her son and simultaneously going "yeah he sprung on us at midnight that dts was coming to film the next day and i stayed up all night literally cleaning up this mistake of his while he slept in but then my daughters didn't want to play happy family breakfast in front of the cameras and one of them literally hid at school to prevent doing that" is nooooot making it seem like she understands how she contributed to/continues to enable the problem. "i hate how dangerous racing is to the point it gave me an eating disorder but i couldn't have stopped him as a kid" uh ok i would think at any point putting in less money and time would have stopped it. not touching with a 10 ft pole whether or not they SHOULD have but like. that WOULD have stopped it. you can't just sink a shit ton of time and money into something and then pretend like you weren't making a conscious choice especially when that was time and money that could have gone to uh your daughters. "oh i was so mad when i flew out to see oscar race and he slept the whole car ride and then called his school his home" yeah your youngest daughter is 8 years younger than him but im sure it did her no harm to watch you & dad regularly fly across the world to see a brother she barely knows while she was between the ages of 6 and 10. jfc im begging you to stop talking

ok so here's MY "trying to be somewhat unbiased about it" take which hopefully is something you may appreciate. Like I said in the other ask, I find Nicole's whole shtick to be obnoxious; but also, there's 0 reason to assume that the way she interacts with fans / the media is in any way reflective of her irl personality, parenting, or family dynamics.

In that specific interview (which I haven't listened to but read the tldr) she seems to lean hard into the #boymom of it all and I get why it can be grating. However. If your main concern here is "the way she talks about Oscar makes me dislike him a bit, as a fan" I'm here to reassure you: take a step back. We don't know these people. There's no reason to believe that those carefully selected anecdotes reflect reality. Every story she told went very hard trying to reinforce Oscar's meme-material public persona and I'd bet anything that it's not what his actual personality is like (with love to Oscar. nobody who actually dngaf as much as he pretends he dngaf spends that much time and effort curating his online persona. he wishes he was Kimi Raikkonen). So, like. If those stories spark joy in you as an Oscar fan then by all means incorporate them into your belief system; if they don't then who cares. They were probably workshopped in a zoom call with some Mclaren PR minion and Mark Webber.

re: the "his family sunk a lot of money into his junior career" — at the end of the day that's what the road to F1 is like and I am sure Oscar is very, very keenly aware of it no matter the vibes you got from Nicole's interview. Like, because of the whole Alpine fiasco, Oscar's camp have been very frank in discussing how much his junior career cost vs. how much of that was subsided through the Alpine junior programme. I'm also pretty sure that his family is wealthy — not Adam Norris loaded, lmao, but as far as we know this wasn't a Leclerc kind of situation where all of the children karted a bit and the family had to choose to prioritise Charles's career; not an Esteban type of situation where financing their son's career really impacted the family's entire lifestyle. There's no reason, as far as we know, to speculate that Oscar's sisters had their own interests they weren't put in a condition to pursue. Again, it's up to you if you want to go that route in an RPF kinda situation, but irl, based on a couple cringe quotes from his mother? Not something to get worked up about. (There's also the fact that his parents are divorced even if it's kept quiet and idk if Nicole was the parent financing said junior career. If this adds another layer idk)

There is a wider discussion to be had here about the parents of young promising athletes prioritising their kid's career above other financial choices / effectively prioritising one child over the other, and that's a very fascinating topic of discussion to me as someone who's very into Sports in general and sports sociology but like, we don't know it's what was going on here. Even if it was, I genuinely can't think off the top of my head of a pro athlete whose family made sacrifices for them who did not go out of their way to pay back those expenses and provide for their family once they'd made it. I'm quite sure his sisters aren't being shafted in Oscar's favour

Anyway. tldr. I agree that her whole vibe made me roll my eyes. I disagree that it's something to get worked up about / that is any way reflective of the true state of things / that she's doing it without her son (and likely her daughters' also) full approval. Hopefully this take helps you enjoy the papaya boy more!

THAT SAID. I would absolutely be into the toxic boymom firsborn son implications of it all if I was getting rpf-y about it! I'm always here for rancid vibes RPF. I just want to establish first that the sordid belongs firmly in RPF land because I just don't care about drawing conclusions based on a couple of soundbites.

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Empowering Intimacy:

A Helpful Hunk's Priority is Demonstrating Cliteracy

I’ve developed quite a carnal appetite for peaches and cream. Eating from a woman’s  secret garden offers me a chance to savor flavas otherwise inaccessible by any other means. Whether I’m  perusing profiles on Hinge, Bumble or OkCupid, I find myself wishing and hoping to match with a woman who loves and appreciates an enthusiastic cunninglinguist. That’s how into lip service I am.

Sometimes I wonder if it’s a proclivity that developed due to the fact that my first girlfriend encouraged me to chew the cooch regularly.I knew I’d be a shameless munch after her. Her tanginess, her divine feminine scent drove me wild fueling my preoccupation and future addiction to this very feral act. I remember writing passionate oral-soaked fan fiction about my fascination with pleasing the ladies. I'm just a Man who enjoys giving women that often elusive Australian Kiss!

Some time ago, I started a woman’s empowerment blog, it’s purpose was to connect with ladies who enjoy a very discreet and intimate form of pleasure and relaxation. I offer practical advice on beauty and personal care as well as sexual health and relationships. My chief objective, moor successful networking with the opposite sex. I’m proud of this blog, enthralled by the feeling that I am filling a void where my business meets a woman’s desires ..my intimate obsession. I’m addicted to satisfying fine ladies with my tongue. It’s not taboo or inconvenient to me, it’s my pleasure. The natural intimate fragrance of a woman is delicious. A husband’s supper is magical! Signing up for dating apps aren’t bringing me any closer to meeting my Queen. 

Doesn’t matter how intense the vibrator, how fast the fingers, or how well-angled the pubic bone – it’s not warm, it’s not wet, it’s not entirely fulfilling whereas a Helpful Hunk can be ladies.

In that way, I feel that it would be 100% reasonable and expectable for a woman to consider cunnilingus mandatory in all of her sexual relationships. Naturally, not every woman likes receiving oral sex and not every partner is interested in giving it, but no woman should ever be shamed out of asking for oral if it’s what she wants. It’s every bit as valid, important, and wonderful as a blowjob could ever be.

Its my observation that women are constantly being told that there’s something wrong with their genitals – clit too big, labia too long, pussy too loose, too tangy, too smelly. Theres something incredibly powerful about someone being willing, even wanting, to take all that into their mouth. Oval Rosado promotes the Helpful Hunk to systematically offer women stress relief while simultaneously eradicating today’s all pervasive vagina-hate.

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I can only hope to find  a lover who loves the whole concept of being consumed as much as I enjoy munching. Going pearl diving on a female is not only my daily preoccupation but also a prerequisite to penetrative sex. Until my future wifey and prosperity partner discovers the enthusiastic clam eater in me, it looks like my private self love sessions will continue to be driven by fantasies of giving lovely ladies unforgettable mustache rides.

Ladies, if you’re shy yet need to be licked and suckled between your thighs, let’s talk about it. 

I’d love to know what your scent is girl…..

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PART TWO: A little spiel and a REINTRODUCTION!!!!

(09/11/2022) (Solar Institute Bulletin No. 20) (From Rio de Janeiro)

In São Paulo, running towards 26. Photos by Lauren Tepfer

Good morning cuties… or should I say Oi!!!! I landed in Brasil a few hours ago. The pop star river runs — stumble half asleep into a waiting car, get to a lovely hotel room, eat some papaya off a gorgeous fruit plate, shower, crash out. I sit typing this at a wooden table near a window, looking out over Sao Paulo. A security guard waits in the hall outside my room. In total there are five men being paid to protect my body this week. I love coming to Brasil, and South America in general, and look forward to it for years. I can never believe the way the Brasilian kids took to my music, this kid from so far away somehow making sense to them, and the shows are totally electric and emotional and play on a loop in my brain for years. I love the food and the architecture and the trees. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a completely surreal feeling getting on a plane in one country with relative physical anonymity, and getting off in another to literal flash-using paparazzi and gorgeous crying kids. It happens for all of 10 days of a year, so I still think it’s sort of bizarre and eerie and a little bit fabulous, someone else’s life. I’m struck by how truly odd the notion of having a security guard is, still like something out of a movie to me, and how inextricably linked it is with coming to America. My first security guard met me at LAX and guided me through a scrum of autograph hunters with a gun tucked into his belt. Proper Dorothy not in Kansas any more moment. Today I feel like an exotic tropical fish, big slow blinks and gorgeous fins, and I’ll swim around and around in my little bowl until showtime. 

My pretty fishbowl

When you read this, by the way, I’ll be twenty fucking six. TWENTY SIX! Kinda can’t believe that, but on the other hand, absolutely can. It’s been a lifetime already, you know? Besides, the lines are only fine, my body’s fitter and stronger than ever and the spiral winds around in ways I’m finding more and more rewarding. Happy to be in this beautiful country on the day the portal opens.

Taken at sunset on birthday eve

So. Tour update incoming. But first, a spiel! I don’t know how much you’ve been following the live music industry conversation, but lemme hit you with a five minute explainer, cause I think it’s interesting, and good to know about if you’re going to concerts at the moment. Basically, for artists, promoters and crews, things are at an almost unprecedented level of difficulty. It’s a storm of factors. Let’s start with three years’ worth of shows happening in one. Add global economic downturn, and then add the totally understandable wariness for concertgoers around health risks. On the logistical side there’s things like immense crew shortages (here’s an article from last week about this in New Zealand), extremely overbooked trucks and tour buses and venues, inflated flight and accommodation costs, ongoing general COVID costs, and truly. mindboggling. freight costs. To freight a stage set across the world can cost up to three times the pre-pandemic price right now. I don’t know shit about money, but I know enough to understand that no industry has a profit margin that high. Ticket prices would have to increase to start accommodating even a little of this, but absolutely no one wants to charge their harried and extremely-compassionate-and-flexible audience any more fucking money. Nearly every tour has been besieged with cancellations and postponements and promises and letdowns, and audiences have shown such understanding and such faith, that between that and the post-COVID wariness about getting out there at all, scaring people away by charging the true cost ain’t an option. All we want to do is play for you. Profits being down across the board is fine for an artist like me. I’m lucky. But for pretty much every artist selling less tickets than I am, touring has become a demented struggle to break even or face debt. For some, touring is completely out of the question, even if they were to sell the whole thing out! The math doesn’t make sense. Understandably, all of this takes a toll — on crews, on promoters, and on artists. You’ll notice a ton of artists cancelling shows citing mental health concerns in the past year, and I really think the stress of this stuff is a factor — we’re a collection of the world’s most sensitive flowers who also spent the last two years inside, and maybe the task of creating a space where people’s pain and grief and jubilation can be held night after night with a razor thin profit margin and dozens of people to pay is feeling like a teeny bit much. Me personally? I’m doing pretty good. You guys have come to the shows in such mammoth numbers (we sold almost 20,000 tickets in London, like what the hell) and not having crippling stage fright hanging over me for the first time is such a fucking blessing that you could tell me I had to cycle from city to city and I’d still be loving it. But I’m not immune to the stress — just a month ago I was looking at a show that was pretty undersold and panicking, only for it to sell the remaining 2000 tickets in ten days. Wild stuff. I wanted to put all of this in your minds to illustrate that nothing’s simple when it comes to touring at the moment, and if your faves are confusing you with their erratic moves, some of this could be playing a part. So, without further ado, some updates:

I know it seemed extremely sus that the Down Under edition of The Solar Power Tour would ever happen. But it's almost that time! I'm honestly really glad it worked out this way, we're playing so well, and I have so much to bring to these shows now I know it inside out. So consider this a REINTRODUCTION to the tour. We're coming. It's happening. Lesgo.

-- We are thrilled to be adding a show at the Adelaide Festival on March 16th. I’m psyched about this, haven’t played in Adelaide since 2014! -- We have to cancel New Plymouth. I would love to wrap it in something to save face but honestly, it’s a pandemic and we haven’t sold enough tickets! I’m bummed, I love that venue, and I hope to play it some day in the future :—) -- Conversely, we are adding a second show at Black Barn. Yes, I know this sounds insane but the powers that be are telling me that’s what we should do. Can’t wait to find out if this was a smart move in real time alongside you, lol! This show will take place on March 2nd, and if you come, I promise you something special and completely one-off, how’s that? ticket info here. pre-sale code: strangeairlines -- I’m EXXXXTREMELY thrilled to announce the support acts for these shows - Fazerdaze and RIIKI REID in Aotearoa, and the absolute huns MUNA in Australia!!! The sublime Laura Jean will join us for Perth — you know how I feel about Touchstone and now I raise you Girls On The TV. You’re welcome. I’m really excited to play in this part of the world — it’s always a super special time for me coming home. Makes it more real. I hope I’ll see you there. We’re gonna do a little flash sale on tour merch — fab quality, fab designs, would cop if I were you. To finish, some recent Mexico pictures I loved, from Lauren’s clever lens. 

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love (twenty six times!), L x x x x x x x PS:

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[fukurodaze]

some days

pairing: post-timeskip! oikawa tooru x fem!reader genre: angst wc: 2.4k warnings: cursing, stress, anxiety, homesickness, insecurity requested by @dasighosamu​ <3: “oikawa video chatting regularly with his girlfriend that somehow convinced him they’re okay [...]”

a/n: i.. am.. so so so sorry this took so long... many of the negative feelings here are taken from my own personal experiences as well, so i’m very sorry if this seems a bit impersonal for some people, but i tried to make it feel as y/n-able as possible! enjoy!

special thanks to nat @natszoo​ for beta reading! love u :(

LISTEN TO: blue - taeyeon; through the night - iu

you feel it in your bones. you feel it rumble and twist and turn. some days you feel it more. some days you feel it less. you know what it is today. 

it’s so empty, you think, movements like a crack of sound in silence. you had woken up in the afternoon today, the room still dark yet covers already warm. oh, you feel disgusting.

the least you do is open the curtains, hoping to squeeze in some sunlight for the day you had almost missed. you remember, though, to wake up for today, because it’s saturday. you look forward to saturdays, actually, because it has in store one constant that you hold onto - facetiming your boyfriend, oikawa tooru, at 7pm.

it used to be everyday that you facetimed him, until careers advanced and work took up more and more space in lives. still, you would always watch his matches when they were televised (it was a hassle sometimes, though, to get through to argentinian television channels, but it was worth it) and he would text you good morning and goodnight in your timezone most days (it slips his mind sometimes, but you could never blame him; you like the texts anyways). and it’s okay, really, it’s okay that you don’t get to see him that often. it’s just that work gets a bit harsh sometimes and you live alone and most of your friends live quite a bit far from you and you feel like you’ve cried to them about tooru way too many times and-

okay, you are not okay. but you hold on. you try to hold on.

you get yourself an instant meal in the fridge, feeling well into the shitty weekend when you see the stack of dirty dishes in the sink. you wash them anyways, thinking that it might be a way for you to feel a little bit better. you don’t want to be irritable when you’re with tooru, because then he’ll just worry. he already worries enough about himself - the least you could do is smile. right?

it’s what you tell yourself as you slap on some skincare, hoping that the various products containing tea tree essence and papaya are enough to mask the layer of sleepless nights and early mornings on your face. it’s not like you’re afraid of him seeing you in your dejected state; it’s more like you wouldn’t want the only time you spend with him this week be a negative memory.

now, you settle on the carpeted floor of the living room, laptop placed on the coffee table between the couch and the tv you never really use anymore. you remember when tooru had bought you this apartment right before an off-season with promises of him visiting in the summer. he even insisted on that nice tv screen for netflix nights. 

but alone, you prefer a laptop; so you’re thinking of selling it, yet you don’t want to pass up on the chance that tooru might come back one summer.

eventually, the facetime on your laptop sounds its ringtone, and a smile grows on your face as quickly as you pick up the video call. 

"wait- can- can you hear me well?”

you purse your lips, your tired eyes seemingly so much more eager to stay open. you say, “yeah, i can hear you well. can you?”

he hums, and there’s a loving silence that ensues. you don’t really know what to do with your insides feeling all warm again, so you fold your legs to your chest and let out a light laugh. it’s him.

“wow,” you mumble through chuckles, “hi, tooru.”

“i missed you, pretty girl,” he coos. you see how tooru has his back against his headboard, one arm folded behind his head and the other holding his phone up. it’s seven in the morning there, you reckon, and he looks like he’d just showered. 

“i missed you too. just showered?”

your boyfriend nods, “woke up later than usual today, but it’s, like, hot outside even at six in the morning. or maybe i just sweat too much.”

you giggle, “here, it’s so cold already. i can’t even go anywhere without a sweater - i even sleep with socks these days.”

“are you sure your heater’s doing fine?”

“my heater’s almost on its highest setting. i’ve just been getting so cold lately? maybe i just hate winter...” you trail off as you hear your own stomach grumble. still hungry...? you mutter to yourself, standing up to get a little snack for yourself, “tooru, i’m getting a snack. just keep talking, though, i can hear you.”

tooru’s smile falters a bit when he hears of you getting cold. he knows you’ve never really minded winter, using the season as an opportunity to stack up on cozy clothing and coats. hell, he had heard you say once, during one autumn, that you were so excited for winter because “you could finally wear the hoodies and sweaters since you felt too warm for them even during autumn and spring.” back then, tooru had told you that you were just too warm of a person. 

but maybe he’s just thinking too much into it. he hasn’t been to japan in a long time, anyways. maybe it really is that cold.

you come back with some toast and a glass of water. a crisp, warm bite into the food makes you feel relieved. you tuck your hair behind your ears, putting your focus back on tooru. “so, how’s everything?”

“everything... is... a lot.” tooru makes his way off of the bed, telling you, “seeing you eat just makes me hungry, too. lemme get some food.” he brings his phone with him to the kitchen, propping it against a vase on his dining table, giving you a perfect view of the kitchen. 

“welcome to my cooking show!” he exclaims as he lets go of the phone. it falls immediately, of course, but he takes care in propping it against some more items. it works somehow.

“i just recently perfected my egg poaching technique,” tooru smirks as he takes two eggs from the fridge, “it’s kind of flawless, not gonna lie.”

“can i see?” 

he sets the eggs down on the countertop, making his way to his phone before pausing, “erm, due to camera placement issues and a shortage of hands, i am unable to give you a full view of my absolute skill. is that okay, baby?”

you nod, your lip protruding slightly in a quiet pout. tooru’s pointed it out before, but it seems like every time he calls you baby your body automatically responds with a little pout. he looks at you with calm eyes, “cute.”

as he makes his eggs, you let him go on about the people around his neighbourhood, the results of the ca san juan tryouts from last week, his new team members, and one restaurant he’s found around town. he tells you, “their food is just so good. i’ll take you there someday.”

your cheeks raise slightly at his last statement, “really? tell me more about it.”

“well, it’s a bit expensive, but so worth it. they sell japanese stuff, actually, and i seriously kid you not, it tastes exactly like food from home.”

home, huh? 

“maybe when i visit one day i can bring you some food from home, too.”

somehow, the mention of home stings a little bit tonight.

 it’s an off-day, off-night, off-week, you’ve told yourself, and now that the week is ending with a call from your boyfriend, you were positive that it was going to end on a high. here, you stand corrected, with your throat getting all tied up threatening hot tears from the corners of your eyes. you’ve made it this far in the week, why must you cry in front of tooru, of all people? 

you take a long gulp from your glass of water in an attempt to blink back your tears. you’re glad that tooru’s back is facing the camera as he takes out a plate to put his eggs on. 

you quiet down intensely, afraid that any word out of your mouth will come out as a choked sob. of course, tooru notices, whipping his head around with a faltering smile.

“y/n, are you alright-”

“um, tooru, i think my laptop’s running out of battery, so i’ll reconnect the call from my phone instead, yeah?”

tooru nods, and you hastily stand up, clicking blindly at what you thought was the red hang-up button. your legs carry you to the kitchen, a place where tooru can still hear you even after the both of you thought you had hung up, to get another glass of water. 

but your arms don’t go so far as to reach for the tap, and instead, they only hold onto the edge of the countertop, trembling lightly against the cold marble. 

“shit,” you curse, head hanging as tears flow down your cheeks in warm waterfalls with your breath unsteady, your neck heating up. you see how some teardrops make little puddles on the shiny countertop, and some are swept away when your hand flies over to rid them, swiping in quick motions, angry that your body betrayed you by crying.

“stop crying, goddamnit.” you mutter, “it’s going to be so obvious, and tooru’s just going to worry, and he’ll just find it a hassle to stay with you, and-” you can’t even continue your spoken train of thought when you choke on your own words, your legs not even enough to support you up. 

“what a shitty week...” you slide down to the floor, trying to steady your breath. you tell yourself to hurry up with this damned cry, as you told him you were going to call him again on your phone. maybe you could say it was the wifi. 

you look up, wondering why, why do i feel like this?

is it because you just miss him? is work just getting hectic? should you be going out more? but it’s cold... nothing’s been working out lately. it’s just become doubts on top of doubts and you don’t know where to stop.

on the other hand, tooru’s freezing up. he can still hear your sniffles from afar, and as he stares at the warm plate of poached eggs on toast, he wonders if it would be okay to call out to you. 

it’s not like this is the first time he’s ever seen you cry, because you two have seen each other in more ways than one. still, tooru feels his heart crumble at the fact that he had had absolutely no clue as to what you had been feeling all this time, whether it be just a week, a few days, or a few hours. he wants to call out to you, hug you tight, wipe your tears, do something to make you feel better. 

but tooru doesn’t really know how to make his way through this, seeing as the distance is too far for any physical comfort. he’s learned he’s not as good with comforting words as he is with flirting, but now that he doesn’t flirt with anyone other than you, he doesn’t know if he even is good with words at all. he thinks, if you were to be okay with him reaching out to you, why were you choking back your tears? why were you so quick to hide what you felt? why do you not want him to worry about you the same way you worry about him?

tooru likes to think things through, especially when he’s never felt so unprepared with you before, as he’d been used to resorting to physical comfort in the past. but in this moment, through all the doubts and negative thoughts, his mouth moves faster than his brain.

“y/n, i’m still here.”

in this moment, your breath hitches and you make the dreaded way back to your laptop, your eyes swollen and cheeks glossy. 

“y-you heard everything?” 

your boyfriend nods, “do... do you want to talk about it?”

you shrug, swallowing slowly. “i don’t know how to talk about it, really,” a shallow laugh falls from your lips, “some days- this week- it’s just not... it’s been low, for me.”

tooru’s chin leans patiently against his forearms, eyes focused on you. 

“oh god. i haven’t cried in months,” you exhale, “and it just happened to be in front of you. i probably look ugly, or something.”

your boyfriend shakes his head, “you and ugly are words that simply do not go together.”

“you can keep crying, if you want. i’ll be here for you.” he affirms, “we take care of each other at our lows, remember? no matter the distance.”

you sniffle a bit more, your sweater sleeve damp from your tears. his words are new, but it makes you feel much less alone. 

the call fades into you attempting to steady your breathing once more, and tooru reassuring you left and right. maybe it does feel nice, you begin to think, to have someone there with you. to know that they’ll care for you as much as you’ll care for them.

in the midst of your thoughts, tooru calls out, “y/n?”

you hum in response, and he continues, “i wasn’t supposed to tell you this, since it’s not final, but there’s a possibility that i’ve been selected to play for the argentinian national team in the olympics next year. in tokyo.”

you do a double take at him. “wait, you... in japan...?”

he loves seeing you smile like that. “i was called in a meeting yesterday. they were pretty positive about me being a starting setter, but, again, it’s not final.”

your shoulders drop a bit, “but there’s always a chance, right?”

“well, ‘not final’ is just their way of saying ‘don’t tell anyone yet’. and how could i not tell you?”

you giggle a little, “maybe if you come over i might have some use for this big ass tv you bought for me.”

tooru laughs, “i’m coming home, y/n.”

here comes your second wave of tears.

[khaleesiofalicante]

"To love someone long-term is to attend a thousand funerals of the people they used to be" -Heidi Priebe

Istg this chapter is my will to live today bc I'm feeling kinda anxious without reason. Always happens once in a while. So, thank you for this great distraction!!

Magnus being so worried for Alec🥺🥺 and all the texts😭 (Also him bitting his nails is so relatable)

Too early. Too soon. Too needy. Too invasive. Just too much. This reminds me of trsom when both Magnus and Alec were thinking of moving together but they were both like "No. Too soon. He won’t like it" like babes, you are beautiful idiots💙💙

Really all the foreshadowing of Magnus' past is driving me crazy jdhdjdhjd but I will fight everyone who hurt this man!! I have a knife🔪

Alec drunk like this is so funny😂 Magnus is really pretty so I cant blame him

“Dads can be like that,” Magnus tells him gently. “Easy to hate. Hard to love.” So we are going with the family issues now huh?? Ok, ok. No need to call me out

YES THEY ARE BOYFRIENDS OFFICIALLY 😌

That really was a shitty move. At least he admits it🙂 THEY ARE JUST BEING SO FUCKING PETTY. DUDES. YOU BOTH NEED TO CALM TF DOWN

Goddamn mental autocorrect. Magnus Bane. Ouch 💔

Although I think they are hard to reach, Magnus do has limits when it comes to people

The wedding ring hurted more than it should have😭

ALEC RETURNING THE SHIRT AND MAGNUS RETURNING THE HOODIE. I'M DONE. (Also it was a dick move to show that other hoodie) My first thought with that scene: Hoodie by Hey Violey doesnt fit anymore :(

Thomastair making out😂😂also Alastair has a great point and we know it Alec!!

Calry keeping and eye on Magnus🥺 ALSO YES CALL HIM OUT GIRL!!! she is totally a wine person

Magnus was clutching the shirt and we all know it!!!

"You also promised to love me forever!" Right where it hurts💔

I was about to have a heart attack when Clary told them Max was in the hospital. That was scary ok?!?!!

MARYSE. MARYSE IS THE MOST WISE AND BADASS AND LEGENDARY WOMAN. CALL THEM OUT WOMAN. ALSO “If you ever get the boys hurt in any way, I’ll report you to child services. Don’t test me!” IS FUCKING SCARY MA'AM. HAVE A NICE DAY 💙

“Bapak,” Max whispers in his sleep. “Bapak. Come back. Bapak. Please.” OMFG I WAS ABOUT TO CRY OK?! 😭

“Please stop hurting him,” THIS>>>> David delivering heartbreaking quotes as always💙

GOD THIS MAVID INTERACTIONS ARE KILLING ME. I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO SURVIVE THIS🥺

Malec, Sizzy and Jace to the kids: Rule number 1: Never piss off Clary, if you know whats good 🙂

David you want to be Max’s date!! Just tell him please😭

Who is Selena talking to? I NEED NAMES JDJDKD

✨HERONDALE-FAIRCHILD FAMILY SUPREMACY✨

How do you find someone who is hiding? Maybe you don't. Maybe you just hope to know enough about them to know where to look and you hope a small part of them wants to be found👀

“Did he ask you to lie to me?�� AHH GIVE THIS BOY SOME LOVE MAX!!!

Grindr. Now this will be interesting👀😂

I'm doing a thing. Every time I feel like I'm going to scream while reading this, I take a sip of water as if it is wine (bc I cant carry wine wherever I go, that would be weird. Also illegal but thats not the point) So, thanks to you, I'm gonna end so fucking healthy

Byeee. Take care💚 AND YOU ALSO GO DRINK SOME WATER!!

The quote has a bitch crying. It's me!

ALSO OMG YOU GENIUS YOU.

This is an official petition/request for all of you TLND readers to read the fic with a bottle of water next to you. Take a shot water every time there is an angst scene/line. DO IT YOU HOES.

I'm eating papayas right now lol. I'll drink water (and my tea) later ;)

[lovelyyy-luna]

wandavision

[now in color] {pt.4}

fandom: avengers

fic summary: Y/N and Peter get trapped in an unknown show, Wandavision, along with her friend’s whose memories were altered. They have to figure out how to get out all while trying to keep the show's star from knowing that they don't belong.

chapter summary: Y/N finds out that Wanda is pregnant and helps her deliver her new twin brothers.

word count: 1906

a/n: sorry this part took forever

✨WANDAVISION SPOILERS✨

date: april 16, 2021

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You could hear your door handle jingle from Peter's room. “I gotta go, Pete. Work on the radio thing and I'll talk to you tomorrow.” you smile at him and go back into your room.

You unlock the door, “hey sorry was about to put my pj’s on,” you say to vision.

“Oh no worries dear just wanted to say good night.” he smiles.

“Oh goodnight dad!” you close the door and flop back on your bed passing out right when you hit the bed.

You wake up to the sun shining through your window hitting the glass beads acting as your curtain. You look up at your ceiling and the rainbows formed from the beads, and you were already having a great day.

You hop out of bed and throw on some groovy-looking clothes. You look at yourself in the mirror and you feel a sense of calmness. You walk downstairs ready to start today.

You passed your parents in the living room and they were having a conversation. You then backtrack and look at Wanda.

“Um, mom? Were you pregnant I went to my room last night?”

Vision and her look at each other, “well I wasn’t this big last night.” she chuckles.

“This isn’t possible. This isn’t humanly possible.”

“Well, I think me being super and your father being a synthezoid, we think that combined made a fast producing baby.”

“Um okay well I'm going to the kitchen.” you walk away.

“Oh, Peter is in the kitchen.”

“Of course he is,” you say to yourself

“Peter, why are you in my house?”

“Your mom made waffles,” he said with this mouth full.

You took the extra piece from his hand and took a bite, “well they are pretty good.”

You both laugh and continue to eat. You hear a man's voice come from the living room.

You walk in leaving Peter to finish off your breakfast.

“Hmm. Hmm. Yep! Definitely pregnant.” The man with a stethoscope to Wanda's belly said.

He gets up and puts it away in his bag

“Well, that much we figured,” Wanda said.

Vision says nervously, “It's just kinda taken us by surprise. It's just kinda suddenly. Quite suddenly, wasn't it? I mean, practically overnight. I mean... How did this happen?”

The man starts, “You see when a man and a woman love each other very much…”

“Well, we're just tickled pink, or blue.” She says quickly trying to avoid that conversation.

“You're at about four months now. Is that right?”

Wanda nods. Vision shakes his head. They look at each other and Vision switches to nodding. You laugh walking toward them.

“I thought as much. We let the little ladies keep tabs on their growing babies with fruit. Makes it simple for them.”

You, Wanda, and Vision give each other looks.

“At four months, the fetus is about as big as a pear. At five months, a papaya. Six, grapefruit. Seven, pineapple. Eight, honeydew.”

Wanda chuckled nervously.

“Hypothetically speaking, what size fruit would it be at, say, hmm, 12 hours?” Vision asks

“Uh, pardon? 12 hours?”

“Well, I think this line of questioning is fruitless.” Wanda chuckles.

“Well, hypothetically speaking, should we be concerned?” Vision asked.

“Hypothetically speaking, every new father-to-be gets nervous.” The doctor chuckled.

“Well, I have nerves of steel, so there goes your theory, Mr. Doctor…”

“Vision, why don't you see the doctor out?”

“Good idea. Yes.”

Vision walks with the doctor to the front door. Wanda lets you feel her belly. You couldn't believe that she was pregnant and it was growing by the minute

“Mom?” Wanda perks her head up. She looks at you with that motherly familiar look, “um me and Peter were going to just hang out here today if that's okay.”

“Oh, that's alright just make sure he doesn't see what I look like. It would be a little shocking for him to see me all babied up. Because I don't think that he could wrap his mind around seeing me with a baby when only yesterday I was not pregnant with a baby.” she laughs.

You sneak back into the kitchen. “So Pete you wanna go up to my room and maybe finish our project?”

He rinses your plate out in the sink and nods a yes with a piece of toast in his mouth.

“We are now going to walk into the living room!” you announce holding Peter's hand as he trails behind in confusion.

“Why are you announcing that?” he says.

When you walk into the living room Wanda holds a pillow to her stomach smiling and waving to Peter and he gives a small wave back.

Vision walked back into the house as you and Peter ran up the stairs.

“Um, why is a boy going up there with Y/N,” Vision questioned

“Oh hush Vis, it's just young love.” Wanda giggled.

You closed the door and he sat on your bed and you sat on the floor.

“So Y/N after you left I fixed the radio but I couldn't find the signal”

You look up at him, “would it be so bad if we couldn't find a way home?”

“What are you talking about?”

“It's just because here I have a home, a family, and I just feel accepted.”

“Y/N I understand that back home isn't ideal but it's where we belong.”

“Peter, I have nothing back in queens. No family and no home.” your eyes start to get a little watery.

Peter brings you into a hug. He looks over at your nightstand and pulls out a record. “How about me and you listen to something and calm down?”

You mad and you lay on the floor looking up at the ceiling, once Peter puts on one of your various ABBA records that you have he lays down next to you.

As dancing queen, honey honey and take a chance on me blurred into one, memories of your mom, your real mom appeared. Then the music stops and the lights turn off. There was a power outage but neither of you moved. You just sat there in silence thinking.

“What are you thinking about?” Peter asked.

“My mom. We would listen to these records all the time when I was little. We would do the same thing. Lay down and just listen to the music. In my room she placed butterflies on my ceiling and sometimes I would believe that when we listened to them they would come to life and flutter around us.” you sit up wiping some tears off your face.

“That's the first time you talked about her.”

“I know I miss her.”

“I know you do,” Peter brings you into another hug.

The hug ended when you heard screaming coming from downstairs.

You and Peter rushed downstairs to find Wanda screaming in pain and Geraldine not knowing what to do.

“She's pregnant?!” Peter yelled.

“Yes, I'll explain later! Peter! Towel and bucket of water!”

He runs into the kitchen getting the supplies.

“Okay mom you are doing great,” you say putting a pillow behind her head

The appliances around you start to go haywire but you start doing some breathing exercises with her and she started to get a little calm.

“Mom? Where's dad?”

In between breaths she said, “Went to get the doctor.”

Geraldine looks down at Wanda, “No, no, there's not enough time for that. Relax. Relax.”

The house was calm for a second and then she grabbed your hand.

“Okay! It's happening! Peter the towels?” you ask him and he hands Geraldine the towels.

“That's it mom breath you can do this.”

“I can't do this!” Wanda cried.

“Yes you can!” you yelled at her.

Wanda grunts and pushes with all her energy. The appliances start to short circuit around you but that didn't distract you.

Then the sound of a baby cries.

“It's a boy!” Geraldine says, wraps the baby, and hands him to Wanda

“Oh, he's perfect.” Wanda sighs

Then Vision comes in with the doctor.

“Oh no I missed it.” Vision says in disappointment.

Geraldine calls the doctor over to help her and Peter in the kitchen.

“Well done, Wanda.”

“Well, don't you wanna meet your son as yourself?” Wanda said

Vision looks around and drops his human facade. He kneels down and picks up the baby.

“Hello there, little Tommy.” Vision cooed

“Tommy?”

“Yes, Tommy.”

He leans in to kiss her, but she screams. He screams back in surprise. He hands you the baby.

“What? Good heavens!” he looks under her dress, “There's another baby coming!”

Wanda begins to heave. “Billy!”

“Wanda, push! Push!” Vision encouraged.

She screamed and in an instant, it was all over. You hold Billy and Vision is holding Tommy. Wanda stands between the two of you gazing at her family.

“Allow me to walk you out, Doctor.” Vision said placing Tommy in the crib.

“Oh, all right. As long as we actually walk this time.” he chuckles and Vision walks him out the door.

It was just you Geraldine, Wanda, and Peter surrounding the babies.

“Y/N up in the attic there's some of your old baby blankets. Could you go up and fetch them for me? Peter, can you go help her?”

You both nod and head upstairs to the attic. “I didn't know that we had an attic.” you chuckle lightly to Peter.

Find a box labeled ‘y/ns baby stuff’. You opened it up and there were all these little things. And you finally found a blanket, it was a light purple color with your name embroidered on it. You hold it in your arms and there was a familiar feeling to it.

You and Peter walk downstairs and Wanda is in the crib singing something to the babies. Both of you sit on the steps.

“(We’ve been waiting for you) 'tie mi t͡ʃaˈjaɫəm, (Now you are here)ˈʃiɪdeŋ ˈti e ˈʃte, (More perfect than I imagined) ˈdrage wo t͡sto ˈmisliɫəm, (Our house is now a home (our house is now a nest)) ˈdom naʃ ˈʃiɪdeŋ ˈgnieʒdo, (No matter where you go) bez veˈdeɪ̆ doˈkude ˈjit͡ʃiʃ,” she sang softly.

“(Sunlight shines on you) ˈʃiʒa ˈsunt͡so nad tiˈe,” you finished her song quietly, unknowingly aloud to where Peter could hear you.

“He was killed by Ultron, wasn't he?” Geraldine said continuing their conversation when you were up in the attic.

You and Peter look at each other and he whispers, “Pietro?”

“What did you say just now?” Wanda asked

“I said, Wanda, you're such a strong lady. Should I say it one more time for good measure?” Geraldine chuckles

“No. What did you say about Pietro?”

“Pietro? Uh... Hey, I'll take a shift rocking the babies.” Geraldine said, walking over to the crib.

“No, I think you should leave.”

“Oh, Wanda, don't be like that.”

“What is that?” Wanda said, pointing at her necklace.

“What?”

“That,” she says, lifting the symbol on her necklace.

You saw the symbol from afar and it looked similar to the symbol that was on the toy helicopter you found yesterday.

“I, uh... I…”

“Who are you?

The babies started to cry loudly.

“ Who are you?” Wanda says getting closer to her.

Wanda throws Geraldine against the wall, causing you and Peter to stay still in horror.

“ I... I... Wanda.” Geraldine trembles.

The room in an instant became normal. The whole in the wall became fixed. Then the front door opened and Vision entered you and Peter stood up from the step of the stairs. You looked up at Peter and he looked like nothing had happened.

Peter says goodbye and leaves the house. You walk over hesitantly to the crib and Wanda takes your old blanket and lays it on the babies.

“Wanda? Where's Geraldine?”

“Oh, she left, honey. She had to rush home.”

She smiles at you and the twins. And you and Vision look at each other with a worried look.

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[reinerispretty]

What if Zuko's S/o was a fire dancer, like they use their fire bending with their dances, and they dont tell zuko because their scared he would judge them or something, but one night Zuko and the gaang go to one of their shows and sees them

thank you so much for sending this in!! i hope i was able to do your idea justice :) 

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Meeting the Fire Lord’s son had been a chance encounter that (Y/N) could have never dreamed in a million years. While she had grown up on a small island off the coast of the mainland, she spent most of her days on Ember Island. Her dancing troupe performed for different travelers every weekend. They combined firebending with their dances and dazzled the crowd at each performance. She ended shows with fire lilies being thrown at her feet and a crowd standing outside of her dressing room door, waiting for autographs. 

She had met Zuko while she was shopping in the market. She eyed her grocery list and reached out for a papaya only for another hand to collide with hers. Her eyes trailed up to find its source: a boy with dark hair, golden eyes, and a scar covering the side of his face. 

“Oh, sorry,” she apologized. “Did you need that?” 

“Kind of,” The boy had said, shrugging his shoulders. “But it’s not a big deal if you need it.” She pursed her lips. While she knew her fellow performers might be annoyed with her for not bringing back what she asked, she felt bad taking from others. She picked up the papaya and handed it to him. 

“You take it. I’ll just get a mango.” She picked up the other fruit and plopped it into her basket. “I like the taste of mangoes better anyways.” 

“Me too,” the boy said, offering her a small smile. She returned his gesture with a smile of her own. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” 

“I’m here pretty much every day. I think it’s you who I haven’t seen around here before.” She offered her hand for a shake. “I’m (Y/N).” He shook her hand firmly, but didn’t introduce himself. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” She nodded. 

“Well, I gotta get going. Shen closes the shop at sundown and I have to be quick if I want to get some goji berries.” She gave him a small wave before turning on her heel. 

“Wait!” He called out. “Shen’s goji berries are overpriced for what he offers. I can take you to a different place, if you’d like.” 

“I’d love that! Shen’s berries cost me an arm and a leg.” She followed the mysterious boy through town, down some back alleyways, and along a dirt road. Even if he was a stranger who hadn’t given her his name, (Y/N) wasn’t scared of him. (Plus she was a pretty good firebender, so she liked to think she could take care of herself.) 

He led her down to a part of the beach that she had never been: the royal neighborhood. It was the part of Ember Island where the most elite families lived. (Y/N) had always been far too afraid to ever go near this side of the island. She liked staying near what was comfortable. 

The boy led her into the backyard of one of the houses. There, goji berry bushes grew in the dozens. Each bush had bloomed with bright red berries that made her mouth water. She looked up at the boy. 

“Take as many as you like.” She shook her head in disbelief. 

“No way! I don’t want to steal from anyone.” 

“It won’t be stealing,” he said calmly. “I live here.” Her mouth nearly dropped open in shock, but she stopped herself. His face was kind and she could sense that he was being sincere. So, reluctantly, she began picking berries and dropping them into the basket. 

“I think they ripened just the other day, so you can try some if you want.” He plucked a berry off the bush and popped it into his mouth. (Y/N) eyed him cautiously before chewing on her own berry. 

“These are the best goji berries I’ve ever tasted,” she said as she stuffed more into her mouth. The boy laughed. 

“I’ll be here for the next few days if you’d like to grab some more.” 

And that is exactly what she did. (Y/N) returned each day to pick more goji berries and each day the boy joined her in the backyard, eating until he was full. They talked about anything and everything under the sun. Where (Y/N) was from, how they were both benders, and what their favorite part about the island was. 

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” (Y/N) said one day as they sat in the grass together. She plucked another berry from the bush. “But if you live here, that means you must be the son of some big public official, right?” 

He sighed, plucking some grass from the ground and dropping the blades back down. “Yeah, you caught me.” 

“Zuko!” Called another voice. From inside the house emerged a girl with dark hair and intimidating eyes. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Who is this?” 

Instantly, (Y/N) had realized that she had been so, so stupid. She didn’t know why the scar wasn’t a dead giveaway, or the fact that he lived in the royal neighborhood. The boy that she had been spending so much time with recently was Zuko, Prince of the Fire Nation.

“This is (Y/N),” Zuko said to the girl. “She’s my friend.” 

“I don’t know of any (Y/N)’s that went to the Royal Fire Nation Academy for Girls,” the girl drawled, leaning against the doorframe. 

“That’s because I, uh, didn’t.” (Y/N) grabbed her basket and stood. “I really think I should go?” 

“And maybe don’t come back,” the girl said, a smirk painted on her face. 

“Wait!” Zuko grabbed her hand before she could walk away. “I’m leaving soon. Can I visit you somewhere?” 

(Y/N) looked between him and the other girl, who she assumed was Princess Azula. And while (Y/N’s) profession garnered her tons of fans, not everyone was so accepting of it. Many times, uppity reach people had told her to get a real job and stop wasting her life away. She feared she would receive the same treatment from the members of the royal family. 

“I have to go,” she said again, before quickly running away. 

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It had been months and Zuko hadn’t returned. She had watched from behind barrels as his ship left the royal port. She was sad that she had lost a friend but was relieved that she wouldn’t have to worry about him finding out who she really was. She wasn’t just a commoner, she was a performer, and the latter rarely got taken seriously in the Fire Nation. 

As the months went by, she found herself thinking of Zuko more frequently than she would have liked. Their friendship had only progressed over the course of a few days, but during those days she felt like she could tell him almost anything. The conversations they had had in the goji berry bushes were some of the most intimate conversations she had had with anyone. Despite herself, she missed him. 

Zuko returned to Ember Island with his new friends a few months after he had last been there. They had hidden out in his family’s old beach house because he knew it was the one place Azula wouldn’t think about searching. 

“We should go!” Sokka said one evening as he held up a flyer to their group. It was an advertisement for a local group of firedancers. Despite living in the Fire Nation for the majority of his life, Zuko had never seen a firedancing show, so he and his other friends eagerly accepted. Satisfied with their response, Sokka put the flyer down on the table before walking away. Zuko eyed it for his information and noticed how the painting of one of the firedancers looked strangely familiar. It wasn’t until they arrived at the show that they realized why.

At the forefront of the stage stood (Y/N), the commoner girl he had befriended the last time he was there. She smiled at the crowd and waved to a few returning fans before doing a backflip and producing fire from her feet. The crowd, including Zuko and his friends, were absolutely delighted by the choreography of the production. The firedancers spun quickly around each other, yet none of them were accidentally burned. 

“This is amazing!” Suki exclaimed. Toph grunted. 

“Yeah, if you could see it.” But all Zuko could really see was (Y/N). He thought her moves to be far more beautiful and elegant than her peers. She combined challenging dances and challenging firebending skills to create a fantastic show. She was truly talented. 

After the dancers had finished their set, Zuko requested that his friends follow him to one of the dancers’ dressing rooms. “Looks like Zuko’s got a crush,” Katara giggled, but he brushed her off. 

He reached the door at the end of the hall that had (Y/N’s) name written on it in fancy script. He knocked. “Just a second!” He heard her shout, before the door flung open to reveal her in a silk robe and her hair in a knot, her makeup being half scrubbed off. “Oh no,” She said once her eyes landed on him. She shut the door quickly. 

“What was that about?” Aang asked. Zuko lifted up a hand to signal his friend to be quiet. He knocked again. 

“Just another second!” She called. From inside the dressing room, (Y/N) made quick work of brushing out her hair and washing off the rest of her makeup. Her heart was racing, partially from the show she had just put on, but mostly due to Zuko showing up at her door unannounced. She supposed that even if he had wanted to announce, he wouldn’t know how, but she was still incredibly nervous. 

Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she opened the door slowly and smiled sheepishly up at him. “Hi.” 

“You didn’t tell me you were a firedancer.” 

“In my defense, you didn’t tell me you were Prince of the Fire Nation, so I think we’re pretty even.” Zuko chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, but I was hiding my identity so you wouldn’t act weird around me. What’s your excuse?” She pursed her lips, looking at the ground. 

“I thought that if you knew, you wouldn’t take me seriously. A lot of you rich folks come around and criticize me for what I do, so I guess I was just...scared.” She shrugged at the end before noticing the group of people standing behind Zuko. “Oh, hi! I’m (Y/N). I used to eat Zuko’s goji berries.” 

Collectively, the group raised an eyebrow. 

“I would never criticize you!” Zuko exclaimed. “What you did out there was absolutely spectacular. I thought you were the best dancer out there.” (Y/N’s) eyes widened and she covered his mouth with her hand. 

“Don’t let the other dancers hear you saying that! They get crazy jealous.” Zuko wrapped his hand around her wrist and moved her hand down. 

“Do you want to grab dinner sometime?” He asked. (Y/N) smiled. 

“Yeah, I’d really like that. Let me just change into something that isn’t a robe.” 

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[pastelchris]

stolen kisses under a palm-tree.

PAIRING: nakamoto yuta x lee mark

GENRES: fluff, domestic!au, trip!au, established relationship, again FLUFF

WARNINGS: mention of food

author’s note: hi!! hehe, i’m back with another oneshot hehe, this time it’s a full fluff with no warnings, i’ll leave a playlist under this !! i wrote it cause i needed to take a break from all the angst, it might seem a bit rushed but it’s just because i’m very very tired these days. anyway, i hope you’ll enjoy it!

« mark ! mark wake up ! » yuta excitedly said, slightly shaking the other’s heavy body.

the sun lazily filtered thru the white curtains, a glimpse of the lapis blue sea greeting them from behind.

it was the first morning they’d spent there, and who was yuta to blame mark for being so tired? they came all the way there for the older’s birthday and mark had been in charge of organizing everything, from buying the tickets to packing the luggages.

now, hand under the pillow and body sprawled on the white mattress, he looked just like an angel, with rosy cheeks and parted lips, he was the prettiest human he’d ever laid his eyes on, yuta thought.

but he also had set his priorities straight long ago, and when a pearly beach was waiting for him outside, he couldn’t bear to wait for his lover to wake up!

so he slowly began to shake the other’s body awake, whispering sweet praises and encouraging words in his ear, hoping that it’d make it easier for him to wake up.

it was almost 10 in the morning when mark finally opened his eyes, glancing at the impatient silhouette of his boyfriend sitting next to him, yuta had already made breakfast and washed himself, trying to match the colors of the landscape around them with a white shirt and light blue pants, making him look like some kind of angel, or maybe it was all in mark’s - still sleepy - head, as he gazed at the boy.

« you’re finally awake ! hurry up and put something o- you know what? you can keep your pajamas, just come with me !! » mark couldn’t even answer him before a hand grasped his wrist, tugging him down the mattress and dragging him out of the house.

the light almost blinded mark, whose eyes were barely open as he followed the boy down to the beach, the fresh air coming from the ocean ruffling his hair even more, making him look like a baby chick who just got out of the shell.

« mark mark ! isn’t it beautiful ? » yuta asked, not really expecting an answer, as he kept tugging on the boy’s t-shirt and pointing out every little thing that caught his attention.

at that, mark would simply nod and slightly smile, not even bothering to glance at the things he’d point out, too busy admiring the boy next to him, all smiles, shiny eyes and ruffled hair.

thinking about it, mark was pretty sure he’d never seen anyone holding so much sparkles in their eyes as yuta’s, it was as if they were reflecting the sun crashing on the lazy morning waves, lighting up his skin and making it look as if he was /actually/ glowing.

« yeah, yeah they’re beautiful...very beautiful. »

mark started regretting waking up as they kept walking and walking and walking, as the sand kept growing warmer and warmer and warmer and the sky got bluer and bluer and bluer, mark’s head started spinning, maybe he should’ve had breakfast before letting the other dragging him on the coast.

as if yuta could’ve read his mind, he stopped on his tracks and turned back to look mark in the eyes.

« are you tired ? you look tired. should we sit down ? i brought some fruit ! » he smiled widely, tugging at his beach bag and taking out a pair of papayas and some mangos, which mark accepted gladly, sitting down over a huge palm tree, where yuta immediately followed him.

as mark started to eat, sinking his teeth into the plump sweet fruit, he didn’t notice yuta staring at him in silence, studying every little detail in his pretty face.

he found out mark had some freckles, they came out when he’d get exposed to the sun, and he also had a pretty mole on his temple, which made it really hard not to kiss it.

mark’s lips had a natural pout and now, chewing the fruit, they looked even rounder, pink and shiny.

yuta smiled at himself, relaxing over the palm’s trunk, he shifted his gaze over the blue intense sea, reflecting the even brighter sky, naked of any cloud, he let the bright colors swallow him whole, closing his eyes for a bunch of seconds and breathing in the clean air.

mark kept enjoying his fruit, feeling the energy come back at him in a rush as he looked down to yuta’s silhouette next to him, he thought of how heavy the fruits must’ve been for him to bring all the way there, jumping around in ecstasy and exploring every little crowd he saw on the way.

he took a moment to study the boy next to him;

with his long -almost white- hair crowding his heavenly face and his eyes closed, yuta looked like he was impersonating the landscape:

slightly tanned skin and blueish shorts made him look like the wet sand and the waves, while his hair were just like the dry, warm pearly sand they stepped on not too long ago;

mark was so absorbed in his thoughts to not even realize that yuta had been staring back at him the whole time, mischievous eyes gazing up at him through his thick dark eyelashes, he looked like a prince who came straight out of a fantasy book, and as he clasped his hand with mark’s, sticky from the fruit, one, and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips, the latter felt like he was about to combust, heart beating like crazy at the thought of what he could’ve possibly done in his previous life to deserve to be there, just him, yuta, the beach and a couple of juicy fruits to keep them alive.

he could’ve gotten used to it, he thought, smiling happily on the blonde’s lips, hiding away from the sun under the shadow of the palm tree that watched over them.

just mark, yuta, and their deserved happiness.

the end.

[yukiobeyme]

Would you be willing to do one of the NSFW alphabet headcannons for Beel? I just read your Levi one and it was good 💓

NSFW under the cut! Thank you for the request <3

Beelzebub NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Didn’t really know what aftercare was, just figured it was staying together and sleeping. You end up bringing up your needs or the idea of aftercare. Beelzebub then makes sure to keep extra snacks and drink for you; he even goes as far as finding the electrolyte drinks to make sure you stay hydrated.

He also adores giving you soft kisses on your back and shoulders, holding you close to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands, Beelzebub is huge for a demon but compared to a human, even of average or above-average size, he is massive. He absolutely marvels at the sheer difference between the sizes.

He loves your mouth; he loves how your mouth makes him feel. But he also loves your hands and how small they are compared to his dick. He honestly overall loves everything about you, especially when it’s on him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The first time you swallowed his cum, he was beyond shocked and turned on again. He let out a groan when he felt his dick twitch interested in the scene that was in front of him. If he ever comes on your chest you should expect him to finger feed you his cum until you are clean.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s not necessarily dirty but it’s probably one of the secrets he has kept from you. He likes how much bigger he is than you, he also knows the pure power he has over you as someone so much bigger as you and as a demon. But it’s something inside him snaps when you take charge and control. Something about seeing you smaller and weaker body on top of him, he is completely submissive and is practically putty in your hands.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Is surprisingly experienced? He is by no means easy but promises of breakfast in the morning definitely motivates him to give his best performance. But it’s only a handful of partners but treats every time as his first time. Not necessarily in a clumsy/awkward way but more in the sense of teasing and casually touching you, making sure you are doing okay before he completely devours you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he is a simple demon and he loves the closeness of it. Sure he is down for you to top him or even occasionally take you from behind, but something about watching you fall apart under him drives him wild.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Can be pretty goofy, sex is weird and awkward sometimes. And sometimes weird noises are made and he constantly reassuring you that it’s all good. But he also just loves your laugh and smile and bringing them behind closed doors and to an intimate moment just drives him wild. Very rarely is it super serious, those are reserved for times when you need to be reminded of how loved and precious you are.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpets do match the drapes, he is naturally not very hairy but he is well-groomed, something about his wrestling outfit. Out of season, it’s a toss-up, It is either well-groomed for a bit but he’ll let it grow for a while, getting annoyed at the length and then the cycle starts all over again.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Is more on the romantic aspect, there is always a date or something beforehand. He tries to woo and seduce you every time. Makes sure to worship you and praise your body. You would be covered with his kisses and love before being wrapped tightly in his arms.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t jack off often, after meeting you, he would have more urges for sure. But Beel used to having food turning him on, so for you to turn him on he was equal parts confused and curious. After getting in a relationship he rather just message you he is hungry for you rather than food and forgoes jacking off alone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Food Kink

It was your idea to bring food to the equation and Beel was more than eager to participate. Whip cream and strawberries are his favorites but there something about licking chocolate off you is amazing too. Likes to be one that gets to eat but will occasionally be allowed to be eaten off of.

Size Kink

It’s just something about how much bigger his is than you. How he can corner you and just tower over you. Your hand is so tiny in his and it drives him up the wall. While he isn’t into power play, he thinks his size kink influences his thoughts about how you could easily break when he towers over you. He also enjoys how much he can touch of you at once.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your room, he doesn’t want to risk having Belphie ruining the moment. Though your room isn’t much safer. Occasionally the shower/bath and there was even a wild incident in a random closet at RAD.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Purely seeing you and seeing you react to him and how he moves. Its intoxicating and makes him hungry in other ways. He is being honest when he wants to devour you. Teasing is always a good thing to get him going especially when you try to eat the most sexual foods innocently. Praising and moaning over the taste, he tells you he is the only one that can make you sound like that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that can be considered dangerous and isn’t into BDSM. He just won’t do it, anything he is iffy on takes a lot of time and communication before he would consider it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving all the way, he takes eating you out to a whole other level. You know that recent video of the Hawaiian Papaya eating contest? That’s how he eats you out, he constantly going down only coming up when he needs air before diving start back in with enthusiasm.  

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual all the way. Very rarely is he fast and rough, only times when he thinks he was going to lost you or if you spent the whole day working him up. He rarely desperate enough to want it fast and rough, He thoroughly enjoys slowly take you apart. Starting with kissing all over you, ignoring your sensitive areas. Before he finds his way to your thighs, where he will nip and bit. Your hands will be threaded in his hair and voice hoarse with pleading with him to touch you before he finally gives in.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t haven’t often, he just doesn’t like being quick with you. He wants to take you apart piece by piece. He doesn’t want you leaving him without feeling worn out but most important he doesn’t want left to feel unloved.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

With you he is willing to experiment, it makes it more fun. He is never too serious so any idea you have he won't shoot down and is willing to figuring it how to make it come true.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go 3-4 rounds; he considers rounds the amount of time you get off. He usually cums twice maybe a third time depending on the day. The first round is always focused on you feeling good without penetration, then focused on both of you with penetration, and the third is working you through another orgasm after you already felt spent. If you are up for another round, it a very slow and sinful round. Beel lasts way too long for your liking if that is even possible but he somehow manages his lust and desire perfectly.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Isn’t the biggest fan of using toys, unless if you express you would like to use toys, he wouldn’t even think about it. Doesn’t own any toys. Though he was a fan when you suggested edible lingerie

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Is very unfair and what makes it so unfair is he doesn’t mean to be. He just enjoys making you feel good and you spend all day worshipping your body. He loves all the noises you make, and it only encourages him, the amount of times you have been close to tears due to his teasing is unreal. You learned that tugging at his hair can usually get him to move on from the teasing but some days it seems like he wants to tease and work you up.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Isn’t very loud, he likes to only make noise when he is beside your ear. So you know exactly what noises you pull from him. Whenever he is receiving pleasure it isn’t a surprise to see him biting his lip or have a hand over his mouth to try and quiet himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It took a long time before you were able to talk Beel into letting you wear a gag ball. He just hates not being able to hear you or communicate with you. But then again there was something seeing your mouth stretched around a red ball, like a roast pig, that sparked a fire instead of him. The sex was rough and desperate, as you had drool at the corner of your mouths and tears threaten to leak from your eyes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Is HUNG, like damn. Like to the point, it is intimidating that first time you see it, but if you were to be split open… what a way to go. He knows he is huge too and makes sure to always be gentle and never pushes you or your body. The first time you saw it, or rather an outline was during a wrestling match and you were distracted and concern.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Is average for a demon, maybe a tad below average. But he would never turn down sex with you, especially because of the soft and intimate moments with you in the afterglow.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He isn’t going to sleep until he eats to restore his stamina and most times it’s a food coma that will knock him out after sex. But he always brings you water and some food too, encouraging you to at least eat something before he will pull you onto his chest.

[wishingforatypewriter]

A Love Like Closed Doors

Summary: Opal wishes her mother would take her more seriously (third chapter of The Successor)

When Opal was about eight years old, she had asked to be trained in the nonbending martial arts. She had no real interest in fighting—always having preferred more peaceful activities like her older brothers—but seeing as though she could not invent, paint, or metalbend, she figured that becoming a competent fighter would be her only chance at staying relevant.

Her mother had indulged the request, guiding her through stance training and having her practice simple katas. But after she had taken a bad fall during one session, resulting in a sprained wrist and bloody nose, the lessons stopped abruptly.

Opal had not been the sort of child taken to screaming tantrums, running away, or hunger strikes. Nonbenders learned to take up less space; she and Junior were always the best behaved of the siblings. But when her mother put an end to her training, she had raged. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, and she stormed all the way to the tram station on the edge of the estate, mustering the courage to get on the rail and go somewhere, and ignoring the kind pleading of the guards who offered to bring her home. She missed lunch and dinner and would have stayed out all night, stewing in her frustration, had her father not come down to get her.

“She thinks I can’t do anything!” she had said as soon as her father sat down beside her on the cold metal bench.

He'd rested a comforting hand on her back. “Sweetheart, your mother thinks you are very capable—”

“Then why won’t she train me?” Opal had asked. “Wing and Wei and Kuvira have training accidents all the time. She throws rocks at them!”

Her father sighed, removing his glasses to clean them on the end of his tunic, the way he often did when considering a particularly challenging mathematical problem. “Opal, you are your mother’s entire word. If anything ever happened to you, I don’t think she’d survive it,” he told her. “I know she can be a bit overprotective sometimes, but she only worries because she loves you so much.”

Opal had taken her father’s word for it, grabbed his hand, and went back home to fall into her mother’s arms. After seeing the tortured look on her face, the concerned forehead creases that aged her by decades, she never mentioned the lessons again.

She hadn’t realized it then, but it was at that moment that she accepted a love like closed doors, a life filled with pressed flowers and pretty half-truths. Had she known it at the time, would she have fought harder?

It was nearly midnight, but the dome around the house was still down, even though all the others in the city had gone up at the usual time. Huan was out on the lawn with his easel, painting an abstract rendition of the night sky, and the twins had decided to hold a late-night power disc match. Opal wanted nothing more than to be jubilant like them and take this rare opportunity to stargaze without question, but she couldn’t help but consider how odd it was for the domes to be down this late—and on a Wednesday night, no less.

She had been on her way to ask one of the guards on duty—hoping they might mistake her for someone who should to know things—when she caught sight of her mother pacing up and down the foyer. She continued for a minute or so before a young guard approached her.

“Would you like for us to raise them, ma’am?” he asked.

“No, leave them down, Hong-Li,” her mother replied with an impatient edge to her voice. “She said she’d be back before tomorrow.”

Hong-Li—who only looked a year or so older than Opal herself—was visibly shaken by his boss' displeasure. “I...um, would you like for us to try radioing the captain? Maybe we could find out what’s keeping her.”

“They didn’t bring radios. It was too much of a risk.” Opal saw her mother start wringing her hands like she hadn’t since great-grandma Poppy’s health began to fail. She caught herself soon after and clasped her hands in front of her, but the pacing only resumed. “Just leave them down until she’s back or I say otherwise.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Hong-Li gave a short bow and then left to continue his rounds.

Once he was gone, her mother stopped in the middle of the foyer, looking unusually small in contrast with the long hallway and colored glass windows that extended from ceiling to floor. She pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes for a moment, and exhaled deeply.

“Opal, sweetie, I know you’re there.”

Opal started, suddenly feeling quite foolish for lurking in the stairwells. “Mom, are you alright?” she asked once she had made her way down the steps. “You seem stressed.”

“I’m fine.” She gave a fragmented smile that was meant to reassure her. “I’ve just been preoccupied with...making arrangements for the delegation from Omashu.”

Opal did all she could to keep the incredulity from showing on her face. She knew from experience that she would need to meet her mother where she was. “Maybe I can help you plan for it,” she said. “I’ll bring some tea up to your study and we can work out some of the details.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said, clasping Opal's hands. “I’d like that.”

Fifteen minutes later, they were sipping chamomile tea on green couches and planning the menu for the king’s welcome feast.

“Maybe the elephant-koi on the first day,” Opal proposed. “And we can have the kitchen pair it with a papaya salad.”

“King Yudai always preferred lobster-crab,” her mother said offhandedly.

“Lobster-crab it is, then,” Opal said, making a note in the planner.

“And we’ll have to have a pork roast,” her mother added before taking a sip of her tea.

Opal tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Mom, you don’t eat pork,” she pointed out. In fact, the only people in the house who did were the twins, who only knew the taste of it because Grandma Toph had given them exposure just before she disappeared.

Her mom made a face and then gave a small shrug. “I don’t, but Yudai loves the stuff. He always wants it after he travels.”

“It sounds like you know the King of Omashu pretty well,” Opal said.

Her mother laughed a little. “Well, we were engaged once.”

Opal blinked a few times, searching her mom’s face for any signs of a joke. “You were what ?”

“Come on. I must have told you this story a million times.”

Opal’s lips flattened into a tight line. No, she probably told Kuvira, who she had actually brought with her on her last state visit to Omashu two years ago. But it would be unhelpful in the extreme to bring up the guard captain now. “It’s late,” she said, feigning a yawn. “Remind me?” It had never taken much to draw a story out of her mother.

“I met him while I was living with my grandparents,” she explained with a wistful sigh. Opal knew that both of Grandma Toph’s parents had passed away years ago. “My grandfather had business in Omashu, so they brought me to court, knowing that I’d probably skip town if they didn’t. While he made his contracts, my Grandma Poppy dressed me up in silk and gold and took me to the king’s earthbending tournament. Before the first round, King Yudai—well, he was Prince Yudai back then—stopped right in front of me and asked me for my favor.”

“Your what?” Opal asked, drawing more laughter from her mother.

“I had no clue either! Toph certainly didn’t raise us to be aware of the rules of noble courtship.” She shook her head. “He was asking for me to give him a token of mine—like a silk sash or a hairpin—to bring him luck in the tournament. I didn’t have anything like that, so I took my wrist guard and bent it into a bracelet with patterns of badgermoles and earth discs. Metalbending was rare in this region back then, so I suppose I left an impression." She nibbled the edge of her lip, remembering. "He won every match that day, but only because I wasn't competing.”

“And then he just proposed?” Opal asked, her eyebrows shooting up.

“After a few months of courtship,” she said. “We went on a few chaperoned excursions—some in Omashu, some in Gaoling. He even took me to Ember Island once.”

“But you’re not Queen of Omashu,” Opal pointed out, wondering whether her mother could be exaggerating. “What happened? Did you not love him?”

“I think I did at the time,” her mother said, staring out the window, up at the starlit sky. “But I was seventeen years old. I hadn’t lived yet, and I knew that if I married into royalty, I never would. So a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday, I ran away and joined a traveling circus.”

Opal just blinked slowly. “Unbelievable.”

A circus performer? An almost-queen? What else had her mother been before Zaofu?

She had been poised to ask one of about a million follow-up questions when Hong-Li came into the room, bowing to them both. “Ma’am, the captain and her team have returned.”

Her mother stood instantly, relief and anxiety dueling for control of her countenance. “Where—”

“Seeing that her team receives medical care, ma’am, and then on her way up to you.”

“Thank the spirits,” she said quietly. “Opal, would you mind if—”

“On my way out,” Opal said, knowing well what was coming next. Wherever Kuvira had been, whatever she had done, would be yet another closed door.

[longitud-de-onda]

{un veneno} february: blossom

pairing; javier peña x female reader summary; a month into living in bogotá and your friendship with javier keeps getting closer. rating; t warnings; language. talk about sex. age gap (forgot about that for the first chapter) word count; 3.1k a/n; i want to be really transparent about this fic, and a lot of you fell in love with it so before you get super into it, just check out the longer a/n at the end of the chapter. january

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“I still don’t understand why you leave 30 minutes early on a school morning,” Emiliana said, walking out from the bathroom still in her pajamas.

“I like my coffee,” you were gathering up your things in front of the doorway, patting down your purse in search of your wallet.

“You don’t like coffee, you like that man,” she said. You looked up at your colleague, smirking at you from across the room.

“Of course I like Javier. He’s my friend. And the coffee is great,” you said.

“No me mientas, Y/N.”

“Would I ever lie to you? I’m serious, he’s just a friend. Do I need to remind you of Mateo?”

“Por Dios, don’t remind me of Mateo, I don’t ever want him here,” she said. That was fair.

Mateo was the guy you met two weeks ago, back when you were staying at the hostel. Another backpacker, like yourself. He was in Bogotá for a month, and you had been fucking since you first met each other.

When Emiliana’s free bed opened up and you moved in, Mateo and you had to keep your relationship out of the bedroom. His hostel room always had others around and your colleague didn’t deserve to hear you going at it all night. It had quickly turned into quickies in the bathrooms of the discos. Emiliana had come out with you one evening, and not even an hour into the night caught the two of you going at it.

“I promise, Mateo’s not coming here, and anyways, he leaves in a week.”

“Go have fun with your Javier,” Emiliana smiled, “Hasta luego, chica.”

“Hasta luego,” you replied, exiting the apartment and skipping down the stairs.

The café you liked to meet Javier at was four blocks away from your apartment, and relatively close to the Embassy. It was a little shop that was busy in the morning but always had an open place to sit down.

This morning Javier beat you there, waving to you from a window seat as soon as you walked in. Glancing at the table, you saw two cups of coffee and a glass of juice. No need to go up to order.

“Juice for today’s papaya,” Javier said as you sat down. “I didn’t know if you’d like it, but you’ve ordered the juice every day since we got here, so...”

“Papaya’s great,” you said.

“Thought you might like it.”

“Thanks,” you said. You raised the glass to your lips, letting the fresh fruit flavor wash over your tongue. Javier was right. You loved it. It may have been your favorite thing so far about Colombia: all the fruit and the green and the tropical-ness. Everything was so vibrant and alive.

“So, how’s Colombia been treating you? You’re going on, what? Five weeks?”

“Yeah, five. It’s been great. No thanks to you.”

“I buy you all this coffee for nothing?”Javier had a mock offended look on his face, and you giggled.

“Emiliana’s been great. 10 days in her house has fixed my back from 6 months of hostel hopping,” you said, “Plus my Spanish has gotten so much better.”

“Really?” he shot up an eyebrow, “‘Cause I haven’t seen proof of that.”

“It’s a lot better! You, of course, wouldn’t know because you order for me every chance we get.”

“Maybe I should stop, then,” he said, “just to hear your pretty voice speak some Spanish.”

“I don’t think you could shut up,” you said.

“You don’t?” he grinned at you.

“Of course not. How would you give me all those recommendations and suggestions you know I won’t listen to unless you order for me at every restaurant?”

“Then maybe I should work on being more convincing in English,” Javier’s eyes lit up and even though you were enamored from day one, you felt yourself sink even further into them.

“Maybe you should,” this was getting into dangerous territory, even you knew that.

Javier took a sip of his coffee and you mirrored him.

“Are you doing anything on Saturday?” he asked.

You looked up, trying to figure out what exactly he was really asking.

“No?” Mateo might have wanted to spend the day together before he left, but that could wait. Right? There was always Sunday.

“Good, I’m picking you up and we’re going to my favorite place in Bogotá, 10am, okay?” he said.

“10am? Javi, that’s early for a Saturday, I’m usually out all Friday night,” you protested.

“Then don’t. I’m picking you up at 10,” he leaned back into his chair.

“Mateo and I—”

“Tell Mateo he can take you out on Saturday night instead,” he said. “I only have Saturday off and I don’t think you’re gonna regret this.”

“I—fine,” you said. “10am, and it better be worth it.”

So far, everything Javier took you to do or found for you to eat had been worth it. That was the only reason you said yes. That and his smile that appeared every night in your dreams.

Javier was leaning out of the window of his car, orange aviators on and his cream-colored shirt halfway unbuttoned when you exited Emiliana’s apartment building and burst out onto the warm streets of Bogotá.

“Morning,” he said. “You’re looking pretty awake for someone who said 10am was early.”

“I didn’t go out last night, asshole,” you said, walking around to the passenger side. “It’s entirely your fault.”

You got into the car and Javier merged into the traffic.

“Why do you like to party so much?” he said, eyes sticking to the road.

“I like dancing.”

“Just dancing?” he asked.

“I don’t know. It’s fun,” you shrugged. You never thought about why. You enjoyed going out. Enjoyed dancing with people. Enjoyed feeling like you were part of something. Enjoyed making friends, even if it was just for one night.

“So where are we going?” you asked.

“It’s a surprise,” he glanced over at you for a moment before returning his eyes to the road. You were headed out into the most distant neighborhoods, further and further south.

“You’re lucky I’m the sort of girl that likes surprises,” you said.

Javier laughed. “You’re probably right. Last girl I tried to surprise got pretty pissed.”

“So you take all your girls out here?”

“No, only the pretty ones.”

“Shut up,” you had started giggling earlier, and at this point, it was a full-on laugh that made your stomach hurt, “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“What makes you think that?”

“How many girls are you just friends with?” you asked. You knew he liked to sleep around. After only a month of knowing the guy, you had heard him talking on multiple occasions about his sexual escapades with the prostitutes of the town.

But he had to have others like you, work friends and acquaintances from around the city. Friends he didn’t have just to fuck. Someone couldn’t last for over a year in another country without friends to go out with. Yet you found yourself taking up his every morning and most of his afternoons. It probably wasn’t fair to his other friends.

“You’re the only one,” he said, the teasing tone in his voice gone.

Oh.

You looked down at your lap. The air in the car had changed. You didn’t know what to say. If you were the only one, did that mean you were the only girl he didn’t have the intention of fucking? You weren’t sure whether that was a good thing or not. Maybe it was a red flag? Maybe it was good? It meant he cared.

Javier flipped on the radio, soft cumbia pouring into the car. You leaned back, looking around as you reached the edges of the city and turned off onto a dirt road, heading into the mountainous jungle.

You wound up the side of one of the hills that towered over Bogotá, the car violently bouncing with every pothole and rock on the unpaved path. Where you were going, you had no idea.

Javier hummed along to the music. It briefly passed your mind that as a single female traveler, right out of college, you shouldn’t be trusting older men, especially those who took you to remote locations. But if Javier wanted to hurt you, he would have done so long before, right? You trusted him.

“This is my favorite part,” he said.

You looked around. The trees were as green as ever, damp with the humid tropical air. Everywhere you looked there were leaves the size of your head and thick vines dangling from high branches.

It was something out of a movie. Growing up in the USA and traveling around Europe lent well to fantasies of medieval villages and soft rolling hills, but here was warm and green and untouched. It was better than anything you’d ever seen.

The light grew brighter as the tree cover thinned, and Javier slowed down as you exited the jungle.

Bogotá lay before you, spread out and nestled in the valley. You were perched on the edge of the mountain, a small rocky outcropping, only a few meters away from nothing.

Javier jumped out of the car and you followed him to the edge.

“This is my favorite place in Bogotá,” he said, “I come up here when I need to escape the violence.”

“Violence?”

“My line of work isn’t exactly the most safe. I see the underbelly of the city, the stuff it doesn’t want you to know about. I come up here to see it from afar, remind me of how beautiful it is.”

You inhaled. You thought the city air was refreshing, and it was, compared to where you had been before, but up here, the air was pristine. It was fresh and close to the earth. You could hear the birds in the distance, sounds you had never once heard in your lifetime, ones that you’d never want to forget.

“It’s gonna be damn hard leaving here,” you said.

“Leaving?” Javier turned towards you.

“Yeah, when the school year’s over, in November. I want to keep traveling. I only just started exploring the world, there’s so much more.”

“I thought you...” he started.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know,” Javier shook his head. “Why are you doing this? Living on the road. I get the feeling you haven’t spent this much time anywhere since you graduated.”

“I haven’t,” you said. “I got my English teaching certification before I left, and I’ve just gone where I’ve felt like going. I don’t know, I guess I just like not being tied down anywhere. I don’t have a lot of stuff to deal with. I get to meet people. I don’t usually stay in one place for more than a couple weeks.”

“Where have you been?”

“I started in Paris. That was sort of my home base. I’d spend a week there and then a couple away, and then go back. I did a lot of teaching in Portugal, and I worked at a bunch of hostels across Eastern Europe in exchange for a bed.”

“I don’t think I could do that.”

“I’ll admit, settling down, letting Bogotá be my home for a bit. It’s relaxing. Nice not having to worry about where to next and whatnot.”

“It’s one hell of a city. You’ve gotta be careful, cause it’ll make it hard to say goodbye to,” Javier said. He was looking out over the sprawling urban space.

It was the most colorful city you’d ever laid eyes on. A couple small skyscrapers dotted the skyline, and green parks and tree-lined boulevards peeked out between the buildings.

“I’ve said goodbye to lots of cities. But it’s never a goodbye, is it? More of a ‘see you later,’” you said. You knew this to be a truth, one that many didn’t ever understand. You just wondered when this ‘see you later’ would be. And how hard it might be to pry yourself away from the people you had already grown to care for.

“I’m paying today,” you said, sliding into the seat. It was your fourth lunch date with Javier, and while you had split the morning café trips evenly, he had taken the load for the lunches. He always excused it as being the only one with a full-time, well-paying job.

“Alright, I guess there’s a first for everything,” he laughed. The skin around his eyes crinkled and the laugh came from deep within his chest.

“You have no idea how great it is to take my lunch away from the school,” you said. “I love the kids, but eating in the teacher’s lounge? It’s a nightmare. Emiliana teaches literature, so she’s on the other side of the building and I get funny looks if I try to eat a packed meal there.”

“I still don’t get why you want to work in a school. You graduated. You’re done. And you go back?”

“It’s not that bad,” you said, laughing to yourself at the hypocrisy of your statement. “The kids are alright, especially the younger ones. They really want to be there.”

“Better than spending day after day in an office, surveying recordings of drug dealers talking about the latest fútbol game.”

“Is that what you do?”

“No,” Javier groaned, “Not usually. But it’s what I’ve been doing for the last four days. It’s got me completely stir crazy.”

“That sounds awful,” you said.

The waiter came over to take your orders, and two of you slipped into easy conversation as you waited for your food.

One of the things you had missed most about having a stable life was friends. On the road, you had friends, but they were people you might have only known for a week or saw once a month when you accidentally crossed paths. If you weren’t traveling with someone, you had no one who could fully understand what you were going through, what you were doing, how you were feeling. Emiliana had been that since day one at school, and you were more thankful every day that Javier and you had grown so close as well.

Maybe you should have put a bit more energy into making friends who were closer to your age, but everyone in that category who was interesting to you was also temporary residents. People who came and went. You didn’t live near the university, and nights at the disco weren’t good for making lunch dates.

“So Mateo left?” Javier asked as you received your plates.

“Yeah, a couple days ago,” you said. It was probably for the best. You had become close very quickly, and yeah, Mateo was good—no, great—at sex, but the last few days with him you were starting to imagine another face instead of his own.

“That’s... unfortunate,” Javier was moving his food around the plate with his fork, staring down at his lap.

“We went into knowing there was an end date,” you said. “With people like us, there always is. Occupational hazard, sort of.”

“You don’t ever want something more?”

“Sure, someday. But I’m 22, I’m not looking for a husband or anything.” To be perfectly honest, you did it for the sex and the parties. That’s why most people did it. Either for sex or for companionship through a few countries. “It was fun, and, it’s not really over. Just open-ended. By December I’ll be traveling again, and who knows? We might run into each other. It happens all the time.”

“So you just go through your life having short flings? What’s the point then?”

“What’s the point? It’s fun,” you laughed, “And don’t you do the same thing? You visit the brothels all the time, I’m pretty sure that’s fun.”

“They’re informants,” he looked up at you, now smiling again.

“Sure they are, Javi,” you said.

“It’s different though. What I do, that’s not a relationship, it’s just...”

“Fun?” you filled in.

“I suppose so,” he said. He took a long pause before continuing again. “I was engaged once. Left her at the altar. I couldn’t drag her into all this, the DEA, it was too much.”

“God, Javi, that’s...” you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t think Javier was the sort of guy who would do that. He cared too much about people.

“It’s bad, I know.” Javier’s face flushed, but he knew it was the right decision. She was with someone better now. He hadn’t loved her as much as he thought he had. If he had, he would have gone right back to Texas. “But the whole dating thing, it’s supposed to mean something, isn’t it? You have sex with someone once, you can forget about them. Twice, and it’s maybe a coincidence. But three times? When you’re not paying for it? Then it means something.”

It was almost the end of the month. Emiliana’s daughter would be back in two weeks. You still didn’t have a place.

And instead of going out searching for one, you were heading over to Javier’s apartment for a drink.

He was given a place in an apartment owned by the embassy. Javier complained often enough that he hadn’t gotten to stay in the embassy complex where they had a full maid service and more consistent air conditioning, but it was full when he was assigned here. Supposedly he’d be moved when a single apartment opened up, but those were in high demand and DEA agents just didn’t get priority.

He knew you were coming over, so you walked up the outside stairs and found his name on the phone plate. You were about to push the button so he could buzz you in when some couple exited the building. You caught the door and slipped inside.

You jogged up the steps to the third floor where Javier’s door was. A woman, not much older than you, wearing a short pair of shorts and a black top that showed off most of her body, was exiting his apartment. You chuckled to yourself as she walked by you and down the stairs.

You knocked softly on Javier’s door, not sure if you really wanted to see him so shortly after whatever had happened. You heard a bit of shuffling before the door opened. He was fully clothed, thank god, you had no idea what would have happened if he wasn’t.

“So...” you said, smiling, “Who was that?”

Javier paled. “That was, um, she—”

“One of your... informants?” you asked.

“Yeah, I, uh,” he started.

“It’s fine, I know what you like to do,” you said, pushing past him into the living room. “Just, right before having me over? Cutting it a bit close, don’t you think? Or do you just run a tight schedule?”

Javier closed the door, and seemingly more relaxed. “I didn’t mean for it to go as long as it did.”

“Javi? Too much information,” you said, “Just tell me, can I sit down on the couch? Or does it need to be wiped down first?”

“Y/N? Shut up,” Javier was smiling that perfect smile again as the two of you burst into laughter.

next part

a/n; so i’ve been thinking about this fic since i started narcos, cause i don’t buy that javi is the way he is with women and emotions and alcohol because he left some woman at the altar. someone had to have done something to leave him like that. 

so i was listening to un veneno by c. tangana and niño de elche and the lyrics really hit me as javier, and so this was loosly inspired by that. i’d highly recommend watching the music video if you don’t speak spanish since it’s really well translated there. it’s also sort of in the vein of call me by your name. 

that said, this does end before season one and leaves javier as the person he is in the series. it’s gonna be sweet and fluffy and smutty, but it’s going to also be angsty, and i might have an epilogue in mind. i just don’t want to be misleading about it. if you want to be removed from the taglist becasue of this, i totally understand and am not offended at all, since this is really a passion project that i’m writing for myself. once mistakes like this is over i will be writing another multi chapter that’s a bit fluffier and less heavy and pretentious.

taglist; @pascalisthepunkest @turquiosenights @stillfangirlingbtw @mando-vibes @flower-petal-blooming @spookyold-saintjm @enchantedrhoses @creamysacrilege @lolwhateverlol @murdermewithbooks @nerdysuperchick 

im so sorry if tumblr isn’t letting me tag you. i always come back after an hour and try to fix it, but i can’t always