#Maybe I'll wait for it to come out in brazil

[dunmeshistash]

Reminder that daydream hour is coming out in english at the end of may!

Yen press recently posted the cover on twitter

I do like that the cover looks cleaner with less text.

[niniluvsainz]

LOS ASTROS ☽ mv1

(social media! au)

in which their astrology signs match perfectly well together.

pairings... max verstappen x fem!model!reader

face claim... valentina zenere

warnings... suggestive content, cursing, isa is still with carlos in this (?), probably bad translations (reader speaks spanish)

author's note... this is my first fic so sorry if it's messy! i was listening to becky g's new album 'esquinas' and when i came upon this song i realized i would declare it as my song. it's also such a cute song, give her entire album a listen! also, i recently heard about the rumors about danny and heidi and i really hope they aren't true (there is a part in this where they are mentioned and i was too lazy to change it to someone else). if a part two is suggested, then i'd be happy to write it

maxverstappen1

location: texas, usa

liked by redbullracing, charles_leclerc and others

maxverstappen1 an amazing performance at circuit of the americas! thank you for the support! let's continue pushing for the next race! redbullracing, thank you team once again!

comments

user1 respect for verstappen button >

user2 im so tired of him winning

⤷ user3 keep crying hater

landonorris happy to share the podium with you

⤷ maxverstappen1 as am i, mate

⤷ user4 omg i love their friendship sm

user5 how can someone look so good

⤷ user6 because he's never looked so good

redbullracing happy and proud of you always, max!

yourusername

liked by isahernaez, tinistoessel and others

yourusername la vida recientemente (life lately)

tagged: tinistoessel

comments

isahernaez te extraño, amiga (i miss you, my friend)

⤷ yourusername pronto regreso a españa, para ver cuando nos juntamos! (i'm returning to spain soon, let's plan something!)

tinistoessel las perras que somos (the baddest bitches we are)

⤷ yourusername tienes toda la razon (you are so right)

landonorris oh damn

⤷ yourusername i miss you, noodles

isa: i have news

isa: i have extra tickets for mexico gp

y/n: but i have a tight schedule

y/n: i was just thinking maybe you, me, and carlos could have a night in to catch up

isa: but y/n, you have to come to a race

isa: carlos is also asking for you to accompany us to one

y/n: ugh

y/n: esta bien (fine)

y/n: i'll see what i can clear from my calendar to at least attend sunday's race

y/n: but i still plan on us having a movie night to catch up

isa: claro que si, amor (of course, love)

isa: i'll book ur hotel now

y/n: no tienes que hacer eso, isa (you don't have to do that)

isa: pero yo te invite 💞 (but i invited you)

yourusername

location: cdmx, mexico

liked by maxverstappen1, isahernaez and others

yourusername me encantaste, mexico! mandame taquitos al pastor a españa, por favor! (i loved you, mexico! send me some sheperd-style taquitos to spain, please!)

tagged: isahernaez, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, lilymhe, carlossainz55

comments

user7 where's max's tag tho👀

⤷ user8 right like we see that last post ma'am

isahernaez a la siguiente, amiga! (to the next one, my friend!)

⤷ yourusername ya me dieron mas animas de ir 😏 (i have more encouragement to go now)

user9 y'all notice max started following y/n AND liked the post without the tag?!

⤷ user10 something fishy is going on there

⤷ user11 honestly just waiting on the double date from these four

landonorris added to their story!

caption: so yourusername is wondering if your astrology signs align

replies;

⤷ yourusername this was supposed to stay a secret

⤷ user12 first we find out lando is obsessed with zodiacs, now y/n?!

⤷ user13 who are they tryna see if their stars aligned 🤔

⤷ oscarpiastri is this why i kept hearing you two scream "THEY MATCH" from the other side of hospitality?

⤷ maxverstappen1 y/n is into astrology? hm, maybe i'll look into it

⤷ user14 i love gemini women

maxverstappen1 added to their story!

location: são paulo, brazil

caption: catching rain in brazil☔️

replies;

⤷ user15 MAX EMILIAN WHO'S IS THAT HAND BECAUSE I HAVE BOTH OF MINE ATTACHED TO MY BODY

⤷ landonorris it was rare i was there THIRDWHEELING

⤷ user16 hold up who is that hand and why does that just scream y/n because of the red fingertips

⤷ danielricciardo ew stop you're already showing each other off

⤷ charles_leclerc wait until the lestappen fans come attacking like military soldiers

⤷ carlossainz55 wait is that- THAT'S THE JACKET I GAVE HER FOR HER BIRTHDAY

yourusername

liked by lilymhe, landonorris and others

yourusername se me juntaron las estrellas y los astros

comments

landonorris sure keep bragging about it to the single people

⤷ danielricciardo im not single and i feel single

⤷ heidiberger_ okay.

⤷ danielricciardo NO KEEP GIVINGME SOME SUGA

lilymhe ahhhh sososo happy for u and ur new man ! <3

⤷ yourusername thank u lils 🤍

user17 now you can clearly see she's trying to soft launch but that is the deadpan face of max verstappen

⤷ user18 no it doesn't (im living in delusion because i want max for me)

carlossainz55 quien es el? (who is he)

⤷ isahernaez no nos conmueve eso, carlos (that doesn't concern us)

⤷ yourusername carlossainz55 mi novio (my boyfriend)

maxverstappen1 so astros is also a shortcut word for astrology but also the baseball team the astros

⤷ yourusername exactly, maxie

⤷ user19 SHE HAS A NICKNAME FOR HIM. I REPEAT, SHE HAS A NICKNAME FOR HIM

maxverstappen1 and yourusername

liked by schecoperez, carlossainz55 and others

maxverstappen1 i'm happy shes the gemini to my libra

tagged: yourusername

comments

user20 y/n said soft launch, max said fuck that

user21 I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

user22 AH NEW SHIP SAILED OFF TODAY AT 13:24 HRS ALL ABOARD THE MAXY/N

⤷ user23 its gonna sink like the titanic

⤷ user24 i hope u go sink like the titanic

landonorris so happy for my fwiends

⤷ yourusername now it's time to find someone for you for the double dates

⤷ user25 I VOLUNTEER! i volunteer as tribute!

user26 now max has two spanish-speaking natives on his ears at all times

⤷ maxverstappen1 yeah i have a mexican who keeps screaming the 'mexicanos al grito de guerra' and an argentinian who moved to spain who keeps slapping my butt like i'm the bull and she's the bullfighter

⤷ yourusername you are literally in the formula one team that is named a 'bull'.

⤷ schecoperez but you love us

⤷ yourusername schecoperez vamos a seguir con el plan de enseñarle todo el vocabulario español (let's continue with the plan to teach him all the spanish vocabulary)

⤷ maxverstappen1 wait i need to google translate what you said

carlossainz55 this is how i found out.

⤷ isahernaez sorry

⤷ yourusername sorry

⤷ maxverstappen1 sorry

⤷ christianhorner sorry

⤷ charles_leclerc i knew before you ?

⤷ carlossainz55 that's the last straw, leclerc.

[ctimenefic]

just had to write this out of my brain, I'm sorry pierresteban lorekeepers if I have fucked up the dynamic, I'll go back to my corner at once

2k of post-Brazil stuff tentatively titled something like slow lane, fast lane, parallel lines

Pierre didn’t pack a podium-worthy outfit for the triple header. Certainly not for Brazil. A party outfit, sure, in case Charles did well – that’s still fucked, a crumpled bundle rank with sweat at the bottom of one of his cases, shipped back home without him two weeks ago after Austin. He hadn’t seen this coming.

No one had seen this coming. 

He has to settle for a creased button up, undone so far the team will be able to see his heart still thudding against his ribs, hours after the last bubbles swirled away into the standing water on the track. It’ll do; he tries to smoulder into the mirror, but he can’t stop smiling. It’s just going to get soaked with sweat anyway, in whatever bar backroom they’ve secured. It was Harriet, he heard, shaking with hope from the moment the red flag came, ringing round Sao Paulo venues with broken Portuguese and her heart in her mouth.

It is strange, being alone for this clutch of minutes, to shower and shave and press cologne against his skin like anointing oil. The team had been all around him the moment he was out of the car, all the way to the hotel. Esteban next to him for hours, hip to hip. Pierre had been warm, despite the rain, the perpetual grey of track and sky.

The shirt is not so white that he’ll look filthy, later, if he’s touched. He undoes another button, just in case. Kiki said, once - if he won, and she wasn’t there. Then it was fine. She’d been joking, maybe, but he hadn’t pressed her. There are many beautiful men and women in Brazil. 

He goes down to the lobby early, already sick of the quiet. He wants the roar back, the force of it against his skin. He wants hands on his back, fingers on his neck, in his hair. Three girls from the team are huddled waiting for a taxi, by the doors, but they hover six inches away now, like without their uniforms he’s unsafe to clasp. Apart, again. 

Pierre drifts away, to the spot where the lobby leaks into a bar and - George Russell is there. As out of place as usual, squinting at his phone, folded up in an armchair that’s too low for him. It turns his knees into a ski slope. He only looks up when Pierre gets right up beside him; then he unbends upright, gets halfway to a handshake before he’s gripping Pierre’s shoulder instead. “Good racing, today,” he announces, like he hadn’t said it hours ago, dripping wet and still horribly sincere, all his natural animosities tucked away.

“Thank you,” Pierre replies, automatic. “I did not think Mercedes were slumming here though?” It is a fine hotel, but not so very nice. The lifts are slow. And Mercedes take up space. They have a sponsor deal, he thinks; some foolish video Charles had sent him last year with a string of emoji. 

Russell snorts. “No. Meeting Alex for our sad bastards dinner.”

Of course. Because for Mercedes, fourth is a disappointment. Which trophy did Russell imagine he’d be snatching today? Pierre’s? Max’s? He hopes Alex charges his meal to Russell’s card. 

“I am going out with the team,” Pierre offers. Immediately feels foolish. He meant- the point was to not invite Russell. It is fun, usually, being rude to him, watching his jaw tic. He is very English about it. 

Now, though, he seems unfazed. His eyebrows jump just a little. “I gathered.” 

His gaze drops briefly down the deep V of Pierre’s shirt. It is perhaps not an achievement with the most notorious homosexual on the grid, but still. There’s some satisfaction to it.

“Where are you- oh!”

The cooldown lap had felt a hundred years long, after an impossibly drawn-out race. Pierre had felt like he could count every drop of spray between his and Este’s cars. 

It is a little like that now, watching Russell’s eyes slide over his shoulder, the way his face changes slowly and utterly. Cheekbones lifted, so his eyes get a little smaller, the start of crows feet at the edges. The top of his face starts smiling before the rest catches up. His shoulders roll too, back and down and open. It happens in a blink, and yet it changes the whole shape of him. Like sunlight through clouds. 

Pierre doesn’t need to look round to guess what he’ll say next. “There he is,” Russell adds, regardless. “Have a good evening, Pierre.” He strides off before Pierre can find the right sniff for such an abrupt dismissal. 

He turns to wave at Alex, but he’s already turned back towards the lift, shoulders up around his ears until Russell slings an arm over them. He hears Russell teasing: “Don’t be a lazybones, Albono, you’re on the fourth floor, we can walk it.”

And then they are gone, and the girls from the team come to collect him for the car, and they are squashed up close enough that he does not have to think about it for too long. Just long enough. 

How many people look at him like sunshine? He had friends like that, once. More than one of them, once.

Tonight, he will say something gracious. Tell Esteban he raced better. That Pierre could not have caught him if he tried. (Perhaps not if he tried. Perhaps that is ungracious. Perhaps he should not remind Esteban that he is the better teammate. That he is keeping the team.) He has a whole taxi ride to find the right words, the olive branch that Esteban will not reject, or discard, or ignore.   

They will hug, and it will not be the last time. The Haas is not so bad; that will help. And ten, or twenty years from now, Pierre can walk into a room somewhere in France, some gathering of old men who raced fast cars, and someone will smile to see him. 

It is twenty minutes to Harriet’s bar. By then he can see it; where in windswept Normandy it will be. Snow on the ground and overcast. He will keep most of his hair, he decides, somewhat against the odds; he gives Esteban a little gut but fewer lines, no jowls. Silver in his stubble, but not his hair. Comfortable shoes. Bracelets on their wrists. 

The bar is good, for a last minute get. The staff on the door know his face, gesture him through. There are beautiful people in clusters, grapes on the vine, ready for picking. And on the dancefloor, Alpine, Alpine, Alpine. In the centre of it, Esteban, tall even there. 

There’s a whoop from near the edge of the throng as someone spots him - one of the pit crew, Marc. It spreads, fast, a sea of heads turning his way, a cheer Pierre thought he might not hear again. They tug him in, hands on his shoulders, back, feet already bouncing, the strange wistful sadness in his stomach already lifting as he raises his hands, shouts with joy and-

Esteban looks across to Pierre and smiles like clouds parting.

---

The carpet in the hotel stairwell has a dizzying pattern, geometric but impossible for the eye to follow. Or perhaps only impossible for someone who has been awake for 24 hours now, staring at it in the half-dark of emergency exit signs. But Pierre has to try, has to trace the thick black lines up and left and down over and over, or the choking gluk sounds Esteban is making round his cock will drive him mad. Tip him over ten seconds into the best-worst blowjob of his life. 

They had taken the stairs because it would be quicker than the ancient lifts. Not quick enough, for Esteban. Despite the risk, Pierre does not want to make up the distance. He wants this to last.  

Esteban pulls off for a moment; his smile is a slice of white in the darkness. Pierre doesn’t mean for his hand to drop to his face, thumb along his bottom lip, down his chin, but it does so anyway. He catches Esteban’s spit on his thumbpad; sucks it into his own mouth. There’s salt to it. 

“You are very wet for me,” Esteban murmurs, matter-of-fact, and Pierre gives up on the carpet, shuts his eyes and lets his head fall back into the corner with a thunk. He has been wet all day, drenched in rain and champagne and sweat. What is one more? He can feel it, the way precome rolls down the underside of his dick to Esteban’s fingers, until Este’s tongue drags back over him, a long side up the inches he cannot fit in his hand. 

(“It’s bigger,” he’d said, and Pierre had failed to hide his smirk. He hadn’t made it up, tripod. And Esteban’s hands are bigger now, too.)

His shirt is undone, bunched at his elbows where hands - some familiar, some strange - had dragged it down to trace the shape of his shoulders, the rise and fall of his arm muscles. He’d tugged it back up in the car back, but not enough to stick, not with Este’s long fingers at his neck. It makes him feel on display now, naked from his thighs up, Esteban’s dark head the only modesty he’s been afforded. 

He’s cold where Esteban had slicked down his happy trail with his tongue. It makes him shiver when Este gets back to bobbing back and forth, and his hair whispers over Pierre’s stomach. He has been touching him all night, never a hand off him, and yet Pierre is still so sensitive to each new collision. He can feel Este grin, smug, around him, like he’s noticed. It doesn’t rankle like it should. 

Esteban divebombs down Pierre’s dick again, and he comes before he can get out a warning, choking on thick air, hot and tight in his lungs. Este surfaces seconds later, cracks Pierre’s mouth open with a finger and thumb on his jaw, and feeds him his come in long, loving licks around his teeth. He’s still got his other hand wrapped around Pierre’s softening dick. As Pierre blinks up at him, stupefied, those clever fingers slide to cup his balls instead. A single digit taps at his taint. 

“Dry here,” Esteban muses. Pierre’s mouth falls open, panting. He thinks his come must still be gleaming on his tongue. He can still taste it. “We can fix that.”

And then there is light, crashing through the dark, as the door to the stairwell on the floor above opens, and the perpetual glow of the corridor shines through. Pierre clutches Este to him like cover. The bastard still has all his clothes on, at least, even if Pierre’s bare thighs are obvious either side of his too-skinny frame. 

The shaft of light falls a little to their left, not quite a spotlight. Perhaps they will not be noticed. Perhaps there is still enough luck for one more miracle. 

Soft steps, on the stairs. And then-

“Fuck,” someone hisses from above them. 

Not someone. Familiar. Far too English. 

Someone who should not be in the stairwell of the Williams team hotel at 4am. But. Pierre is in no position to throw stones. His stones are still in Esteban’s large, warm hand. 

Esteban is being no help. He snickers into Pierre’s neck for a moment, so lightly his lips barely leave his skin. Then: “Take the lift, George,” he calls, apparently deciding plausible deniability is for other motherfuckers. 

His voice is a little rough. Well-used. 

Russell, at least, understands how to play the game. It is silent, except for the hurried steps up and away. The whine of the door. 

“Shit,” Pierre groans. Esteban’s finger presses again at the space between his arse and his balls. “Shit,” Pierre says again. It echoes differently. Higher. 

Esteban is snickering again. “Always so dramatic,” he chides. But his hands are gentle as he pulls Pierre’s slacks back up his legs; does up precisely one button on his shirt and slides his palms down the sides like that will make him presentable for the CCTV in the corridor. “Come on, two floors more to mine. I shall have to fuck you in the morning, you are too spooked now.” 

Pierre doesn’t like the needy sound he makes; Esteban’s eyes gleam. He won’t beg for it, but: “When is your flight?” Pierre’s is late, commercial. They book different flights, more often than not. Esteban’s gaze wavers for a second. But only down to Pierre’s mouth, his navel, and back up. 

“The same. It is the same. I asked- said to change it. After. At the track.” Este must bite his lip – his bottom teeth disappear for a moment. Pierre wants the light back, wants to see his face. “We were-” he says the rest with his hands, palm to palm, parallel – two cars moving in sync around a curve. “And in the cooldown. You smiled at me.”

“I smiled?”

Este huffs. It is just enough like his cruel silences to make Pierre feel alert again, hands twitching to grasp a wheel he cannot see.  “I cannot change it back. It will be sorted by now.” 

There is an inch between them that has not been there all night. Esteban’s weight shifts, like he means to step back further. Pierre has to lunge for him, cram their mouths together. They had not done this at the bar. Touching, yes, everywhere they could get away with, but this was different. Private. 

Este whines a little into the kiss. His fingers get grabby again.

“Fuck me now, and later,” Pierre demands against his mouth. Esteban nods; in the dark his lips leave a smear against Pierre’s temple. 

His echo sounds like a promise. “Now and later.” 

[guizika]

i would love mitsuya takashi x shy male reader who offers on behalf of the photography club to photograph mitsuya's creations at the sewing club, but in reality it was only because he secretly loves him!!!! it's very rare to find someone from brazil here and you are very good at writing 😊

Winter Collection

Mitsuya Takashi x Shy Male Reader

Cw - Male reader, You/Yours pronouns, fluff, Maybe it's a bit ooc.

Synopsis - You've always been shy and at the same time you've always liked Mitsuya Takashi, but you've never had the courage to approach him. But thanks to a new clothing collection, you've got an opportunity.

Word count - +1800

For many years you've been a classmate of Mitsuya Takashi, but because you are a shy guy you've never worked up the courage to approach him. So you just watched him from afar, always waiting for the right opportunity to talk to him.

Ever since you were a child, you've always shown a quieter demeanor, not wanting to attract too much attention. What's more, you've always found it difficult to express yourself properly when talking to others, being afraid of being judged or even misunderstood. So you had to find another way of expressing yourself and that's where the photography club comes in.

After a long time you finally found a better way to express yourself, through photos. You've always had a talent for things related to photography, and you were always praised for the pictures you took.

However, despite your shyness, you've started to fall in love with a boy, Mitsuya Takashi. You've been thinking about him a lot lately, but you're not sure how to approach him.

However, it seems that the gods or something above are in your favor, because you've got the perfect opportunity. The sewing club, of which Mitsuya is a member, is making some new garments for the winter and the newspaper club wants to advertise it.

You, being the smart guy you are, offer to take the photos and the captain of the newspaper club accepts, she's your friend so it was easy to ask her. "Look at you, smart guy, you've got the perfect opportunity to finally talk to Mitsuya." She says to you, a lopsided smile on her face as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

"Hey, it's not like that..." Your voice comes out in a low tone as you try to find words to express yourself, she laughs and then puts her hand on your shoulder. "Relax, I'm just joking, but anyway, I'll see you later." She says and then walks away, leaving you alone in the room. When the door closes, you let out a sigh and look around the room to make sure you're really alone.

A smile appears on your face and then you let out a sigh of contentment. "I'm a genius, it was obvious that this was going to work." You say to yourself while you're smoothing your uniform with your hands, just to make sure it's not wrinkled. "Now I just need to tell the leader of the sewing club, that'll be easy-" You freeze as you realize what you're about to do, the leader of the sewing club is Mitsuya, which means you'll have to talk to him.

With that realization, the smile disappears from your face and instead a worried expression appears, doubts flooding your mind. You quickly go to the bathroom to wash your face - and perhaps hide in a cabin until next week, if that's possible.

When you get there you realize that it's empty, now everyone is either doing activities for clubs or out of school, lucky for you. You grab a handful of water with your hands and then wet your entire face, drying it with the sleeve of your uniform.

You lean against the sink counter and then stare at the cabin doors, wondering what to do. "Damn, look what I've gotten myself into..." A sigh leaves your lips and you remain silent after a few moments, thinking.

Then the memory of something your mother used to say to you came to mind: "You only live once, so do whatever you think is right, don't be afraid to make mistakes."

Remembering this, you turn around and look at yourself in the mirror. You take a deep breath and then repeat the phrase while looking into your eyes through the mirror. "You only live once, so do whatever you think is right, don't be afraid to make mistakes." You nod to yourself and take a deep breath, ready to talk to Mitsuya.

Leaving the bathroom, you head towards the sewing club, repeating the phrase mentally as a form of motivation. You pass a few students from other clubs, smiling and waving shyly to them as a sign of respect and politeness.

Finally you arrive in front of the sewing room, raising your hand and knocking on the door, waiting patiently for someone to come. Soon, the door opens and you meet a girl whose name you don't know.

She introduces herself and then you say your name and smile, "Oh, Is there anything I can do for you today?" Her kindness makes you relax, a soft smile appears on your face as you put your hands in your pockets. "I need to talk to Mitsuya, is he in?" Your words make the girl let out a sigh and smile gently, she looks around the corridor and then looks back at you, making you look away.

She tells you to go inside the room and then she turns to say something to you. "I'll go after him, just a minute." With that she leaves the room and leaves you alone inside, you go to the window and look out at the landscape, seeing some students and some birds. Animals always make you feel more relaxed, perhaps because they are beautiful beings or because you don't feel pressured by them. In any case, you feel calm around the animals.

Soon, you are snapped out of your daydreams when you hear the door close, you turn to say something, thinking it's the same girl as before, but soon you feel the words die in your throat as you look at Mitsuya. The boy gives you a gentle smile when he sees you and then holds out his hand, introducing himself.

You stare at his hand for a few moments but then introduce yourself too, in a low voice, and shake his hand. However, after letting go of his hand, you realize that your hand is shaking a bit and you put it back in your pocket. You still haven't worked up the courage to look him in the eye, preferring to just stare at the door.

"Oh, I know who you are, we're in the same classroom." His words make you want to run out and scream with happiness, he knows who you are. But you pull yourself together and take a deep breath, thinking of the shame you'd suffer if you did that. "I know who you are too, like you said, we're in the same classroom." You look at Takashi, giving him an embarrassed smile and then looking away.

"Well, what do you need to talk about?" He asks you, and you mentally curse yourself when you realize that you still haven't told him about the photos. "Oh, I'm s-sorry, I'd like to photograph your winter collection, the newspaper club asked me to take the pictures and send them to them, is that okay to you?" You stutter a bit in the first part, but decide to just ignore it. Of course you hid some details, like the fact that you were the one who asked to take the pictures, but Mitsuya seems happy with the proposal and so accepts.

"Sure, I think it's an incredible idea!" Then he looks you up and down and you realize it, causing you to stop and stand still like a statue. "Uh, but where's your camera?" His question comes out in a tone of genuine doubt, making you smile shyly and then cross your arms to try to calm down.

Once again, you take a deep breath and then look down at your feet, paying attention to your tone of voice so as not to speak too quietly. "Well, I was t-thinking of taking these pictures in the p-photography classroom anyway." You stutter and mentally curse yourself, but Takashi doesn't seem to mind. "Oh, right, I'm sorry, I have to take a lot of clothes, can you help me?"

You automatically agree to help him, going with him to pick up the clothes. "Wow, you guys have done a lot this year." You say impressed, picking up some clothes carefully. While he handed you some pieces you carefully scan the garments, noticing how well made they are and also how much effort has been put into them.

"Oh yes, it took us a while, but we finally finished." His comment brings a genuine smile to your face, making you feel relaxed around him. Soon, the two of you take all the clothes to the photography club room.

"I think you could put the women's clothes on this mannequin here." You say, picking up a mannequin and showing it to him, not looking directly into his eyes. "And the men's clothes, some can go on another mannequin and some you can wear."

Your words make him blush slightly and he smiles softly, scratching the back of his head lightly. "Are you sure about this? I don't know if it's going to be very good." He seems to think for a few moments, while you clear your throat to speak. "Well, it's going to be amazing, you're handsome." You say without thinking straight, then you feel your soul leave your body and return, making you quickly move on to the materials needed to assemble the camera.

"Thanks for the compliment." He says it before you start apologizing. "I'll take part in the photos if you'll take part too." His words make you stop breathing for a few moments, you lock up and stop, putting the camera away.

He notices your silence and then clears his throat to speak again. "I mean, just one photo, you're handsome too, the photos would be amazing." Before you can reply, he continues. "Besides, photos look better with real models."

"I don't know, I don't like appearing in this kind of thing..." You say as you clean the camera lens, not looking at him. However, he insists: "You don't have to send these photos to the newspaper, just take them as a souvenir of this day."

You were about to deny it but your mother's words come to mind again, making you sigh and then stare at the camera for a long time. "Okay, I'll take the pictures, I just don't understand why you're being so insistent." You mumble the last part in a low tone, but he listens.

"Well, it's just that it doesn't make sense for the person who inspired the creation of the garment not to wear it." His words make you blush and look at him with wide eyes. "Huh?"

He laughs slightly and then raises both eyebrows. "Sorry if I was too direct, but it's just that you were the inspiration for this winter collection." You stare at him for a few moments, you want to run and hide in the bathroom out of shame, but you know that this is an opportunity you don't want to miss and so you force yourself to stay put.

Maybe you want this photo shoot to last forever…

Author's note: I confess that it took me a while to write it down, but I managed to do it, I put a lot of effort into it and I hope you liked it! By the way, I’m glad that you like my writing! ♡

Please don't translate or copy my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

[amy-the-god]

Tantrum (yandere!magnifico of rosas x apprentice reader)

Hi hi hi!~ I'm here with this fic, maybe two chapters... or will this part be unique, I don't know, but anyway, part three of Shan Yu's fanfic will come out later, Kisses from Brazil 😚 Tw: Mention of blood, swearing, mention of sexual acts, mentions of death, maybe he killed amaya and our boyfriend.. who knows? Not me 👀

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

• ___. Pov •

It was a beautiful morning indeed, even though it was very quiet, which was unusual,I expected the moment I entered the palace doors I would be greeted by my boss as always, with hugs longer than appropriate, sudden touches... But that wasn't what happened, I expected to find him in the potions room but I didn't have any luck either,So now I was alone in the potions room, preparing one of the many from the book that he always told me to use, while I wait for him

"a drop of this.. rose dust.. and-.."

And I let out a scream that shatters everything after hearing the familiar and gentle voice of Queen Amaya calling me

"ah there you are! Honey I need your help and-.. "

She flinches, putting her hands over her mouth in shock after the potion explodes, as I cough, wiping the ash from my face.

"oh heavens darling are you okay?"

She asks extremely worried, when I fix my hair before looking at her

" . . . what did you need my help with?"

I ask calmly ignoring her previous question

" oh! Right, er.. magnifico, he.. he's throwing a tantrum, Since morning, and he won't say why and refuses to talk to anyone,So I thought... since you guys are more intimate, could you talk to him? "

She asks with a gentle smile, making it difficult to refuse, when I let out a nasal sigh and look at her.

" where is he? "

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

<3

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

". . .well, that's a tantrum"

I say with boredom, while Amaya smiled nervously as we both looked at magnifico, Who had shrunk in size and was now inside a jar with his arms crossed and sulking.

"I'll give you space"

Amaya says leaving there, closing the doors, when I take the bottle and shake it

"Okay, spill the beans, what's got you angry now?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask the brat you were talking to yesterday?"

I blink a few times in shock, how did he know?-..

". . .how do you-.. "

" I have guards all over town "

". . .and you send them to spy on me?!"

"well I need to make sure no one tries to take you away from me! I need to protect what's mine! "

"OH SPYING ON ME?!"

And I drop the bottle in annoyance, taking a deep breath and rubbing my temple

" I can't believe it-.. that's-.. you're unbelievable! "

I say looking at him irritated

" We had sex ONCE! And you already think I'm yours or some possessive shit?! "

He narrows his eyes before blue smoke explodes into the room, making me cough before I feel a grip on my chin and when the smoke clears, he was face to face with me,Normally blue eyes now green as he looked.. crazy

"and you are mine! The moment you stepped into this castle you sealed your fate!"

His hands come down and grab my hips, pulling me closer as I try to move away.

"You're my assistant! My little secret! My lover! Mine to kiss! Mine to love! Mine and mine alone! "

" I'm not yours! "

And I push him back, looking at him with a mixture of hate and horror

"Just because I had sex with you once doesn't mean I became your lover! I'm not going to be part of your twisted fantasies or anything! And I'll quit being an apprentice if it means having to deal with this shit all day!"

And I turn, leaving the room, not noticing how his eye twitched and his fists clenched

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

Time skip ;³

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

The next morning, I expected to wake up to the sound of people outside, but I woke up to be greeted with the strange sound of silence, Confused, I get up, get ready and leave the house, Seeing the city empty, feeling an uncomfortable sensation I walk through it, looking for any sign of life.

" hello?? Hello anyone??"

I flinch a little at the echo of my voice, when I start to hear sounds of screams and joy, making me enter the main courtyard and see everyone gathered there, leaving me confused, there was no ceremony planned for today,When I pass by the crowd that was cheering and shouting, And I stop in front of the main stage, seeing magnifico, Who was looking around the crowd laughing and smiling as always, but this smile.. was different,But as soon as his eyes land on me his smile widens

"ah there it is! My dear apprentice!, Come come, come up here darling! "

I get a little tense, but I sigh and go up to the stage, looking behind him and getting confused when I don't see Amaya, where is she?..

"I have an announcement to make, so hush hush!"

I cross my arms, stopping next to him, the people staying silent, anxious for this announcement, When magnifico looks at me, and I notice that his eyes were the same shade of green as yesterday

" What's wrong with your-.."

And I can't finish before he grabs my wrist

"The apprentice position is open again! "

I try to discreetly release my wrist while the people are confused, I can hear their whispers and murmurs, wondering what happened so often... But the whispers turn to gasps of shock as Magnifico kneels for me

" because ___. is now my wife! "

" WHAT?! "

The people are silent for a while, before I hear the celebration Again, the screams and the happiness, that wasn't right, no, it was just a joke, it could only be

" amaya unfortunately left me for another man and together they left the island yesterday at dawn, but that's okay! Because ___. Will replace her! "

He says getting up and pulling me closer, while I try to move away from him.

" and to celebrate tonight there will be a wishing ceremony! Thank you for attending! And you are all invited to the wedding ball! "

He says dragging me to the castle with him, the doors closing behind us when I finally let go

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?! DID YOU-.. "

And he covers my mouth, his smile widening, his pupils taking the shape of hearts, and his eyes glowing with something sickly,When I look to the side out of the corner of my eye, a gasp of horror comes out muffledly from my mouth at the sight of blood... He couldn't-..

" now now.. amaya and your little friend already threw a tantrum last night.. we don't need another one.. do we? "

" My queen? "

Ok then.. part two will probably only come out tomorrow, if everything goes well I can post part three of Shan Yu this morning, I don't know, I can't promise anything,And please normalize him yandere, kisses from Brazil 😚

[sweetmariihs2]

Autistic struggles vent:

Today I went to part 2 of a Brazilian national test called "Enem". Almost ever high schooler does it. Part 1 is focused on language, history etc and part two is focused on math etc. I hate it. My mother registered me for the test and chose the neurotypical option, even though she knew I was autistic, yay! I don't know if it changed much, after all I didn't take the neurodivergent version of the test anyway. When I was preparing for the test, some really big names in the field of studies were saying that it was okay to write things on the packaging of the food you bring, since it doesn't break any rules of the test. One example they used was "Bis", a brand of chocolate waffle here in Brazil that comes inside a thin cardboard box and wrapped in small pieces of paper, in case you want to make notes, you know?

I bought one, more for the waffle than for the paper itself. When we got to the test room, we had to stay there for 30 minutes without cell phones, without talking loudly, and without the test, for some reason. I was really anxious and had the idea of ​​drawing a picture. I took my Bis box and used the paper box to draw a picture of Cedric holding my OC Aurora's hands and comforting her about taking a test to be a royal sorceress herself. It was a little parallel to me, since he's my comfort character. When I finished the drawing, I put the paper in my food bag and waited, but the test time never came. That Cedric was really nice and I thought "I'm going to save it to put in my sketchbook, and cut out some parts to make some modifications". Out of anxiety, I took the drawing again and tried to open the paper material in two, so I had two sheets, like I was peeling off a sticker, you know?

The woman who was supervising the class simply took it from my hand and said "I'm going to throw this away", crumpled it into a ball and threw it in the trash can. It was so fast she didn't even looked at it. I didn't even had time to react, I just mumbled "but this is my drawing..." and after that I know I had an immediate shutdown. My chest tightened, my stomach went cold, my limbs went stiff and I couldn't move anymore. This always happens every time I'm called out on something, especially for example at school, when teachers ask me to pay attention when I'm drawing (I'm already paying attention, I have ears!). It's probably a traumatic response? Maybe.

I just know that they gave me the test right after and I was just completely tense. I couldn't look at anyone's faces, I could barely read the test, I couldn't think of anything at all, I just felt stress, nervousness, constant feeling of shame. I tried to read the test but I couldn't understand it or concentrate. I didn't eat the snacks I brought because all desire to eat simply disappeared, I couldn't even move properly, let alone unwrap the waffle, chew and swallow. After a few minutes I continued trying to focus on the test, and then I started reading and marking... but with each question I thought "at the end of the test I'll get the courage and ask for it back, politely, and explain that it didn't break the rules"

The minimum time for the test, to avoid being eliminated, if I'm not mistaken, is from 1:30 to 3:30 in the afternoon, and I stayed there the whole time, like that. I tried to do my best on the test, I managed to do it in parts, but what happened at the beginning caused me a lot of stress. On the last test, part 1, I left the room at 5:30 pm! This time I was killing time to stay until the minimum time to pass. I drew some Undertale characters on the test very poorly simply because I was very anxious and tense, I wanted to leave. I kept thinking and gathering courage for myself, because looking back, I was very anxious and in shutdown, speaking was difficult, and I had to prepare myself a lot to get the courage to ask the woman about the drawing I wanted back. When the minimum time arrived, several people handed in their tests and she went to each one's desk to get the tests. I was so tense that I didn't raise my hand. I kept raising my hand a little and lowering it out of nervousness for about 5 minutes. When I was ready, I called her and handed over the test.

When she approached me I asked: "Can I have my Bis box back?" and for some reason she acted nice and friendly and answered "yes, of course," and that I couldn't before during the test and a few other things. I didn't really understand if she was saying that she wasn't going to give it to me anymore, but then she said that I could have it, for some reason. I was too nervous to remember everything she said. I know she allowed it and the other girl who was with her took it out of the trash and smoothed it out for me. I gathered my materials and thanked her, picked it up and left.

My friend came with me to take the test so we promised to wait for each other if the other finished first. I'm here waiting for her in front of the gate. What a strange situation. Please be kind to autistic people, shutdowns are shit.

I can't tell this to my parents because they will be against me anyway. They will say it's my fault and that I should knew better than drawing during that very important test, and now I lost points because I take stupid things more seriously then studies. They don't give a damn about the shutdown or that I had an emotional breakdown due to my autism, only that I was drawing 🫶

[unboundprompts]

Hi! Thank you so much for your wonderful blog! Could you please do prompts from songs that feel ✨orange✨? Some energetic, bright, optimistic lines would be so nice! Thank you in advance!

Orange Prompts

-> writing prompts from songs that feel orange. feel free to edit as you see fit.

"I don't know the way, but I know that I belong out here on this journey that I never thought I'd make." - The Color of the Sky by Thrice

"Welcome to the land of the permanent sun where the flowers are melted and the future is fun." - The Valley of The Pagans (feat. Beck) by Gorillas, Beck

"You are the bullet in my head." - Spiderhead by Cage The Elephant

"You are my radio. Turn you up when I feel low. You are the soundtrack to all I know. You are the rock to my roll." - Rock To My Roll by Anarbor

"How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel?" - Break Up Every Night by The Chainsmokers

"You know I talk too much. Honey, come put your lips on mine, and shut me up." - Talk too Much by COIN

"Who needs money when love is gold." - Rock To My Roll by Anarbor

"I turn each day into night, I stand there waiting for you." - Natives by blink-182

"Let's go paint the town on our way home." - Razzmatazz by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

'You're only going up from here." - Bummerland by AJR

"Well, he talks like an angel, but he looks like me." - Brazil by Declan McKenna

"Lovin' you's a recipe for disaster, hurts like hell but damn it's fuckin' heavenly." - Crazy by Makeout

"If I'm feeling right, I'll go out tonight and meet some strangers like me." - High Low by The Unlikely Candidates

"Tell me where we were and what we did last night." - Suicide Sunday by The Friday Night Boys

"You got to know that I meant it when I said that I liked you." - Ghost by Confetti

"In your head, I'm a junkie for your desperate love." - My Heart Needs to Breathe by The Faim

"Nothing has changed, he is the same." - He Is The Same by Jon Bellion

"I've found love in the strangest place." - Problems by Mother Mother

"We'll be the envy of the gods above." - The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience, ORION, Linda XO

"Loving is easy when everything's perfect. Please don't change a single little thing for me." - Loving is Easy by Rex Orange County, Benny Sings

"What keeps me sane is you." - Paradise by Bear Ghost

"Well, maybe I'm a mess. And maybe I'm depressed. And maybe I'll just find out who I am, and I don't like who it is. And I'm a wreck. I do it for the sex. And maybe I gotta realize this is as good as it gets." - Good As It Gets by Little Hurt

[umadosedepascal]

PEDRO SOLO | Pedro Pascal x f!reader| PART III

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner: @ithedevilsbaby

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro pascal x f!reader

Summary: The days are long and exhausting, Pedro has a huge hotel room, hot tub ... But he is missing something, could you help him?

w/c: 2.4k

rating/warnings: [first person] [Pedro masturbates][Pedro in Malta][Phone sex][Sending nudes][alcohol comsuption][Photos of Pedro in a white t-shirt in Malta inspired us][Part 2?]

a/n: Those pictures of him in Morroco and Malta made us wild crazy enough to make this fanfic happen. And I know you felt the same, yes, YOU my fellow reader 😆.

Today was long, as it has been for weeks.

The days in Malta are always so hot at this time of year, which makes everything more exhausting, but when night falls, the weather refreshes and everything is calm.

A tired body begs for rest.

It's 7:37 p.m., Pedro couldn't wait to get to the hotel to be able to stretch his back in bed which have been killing him lately, maybe get into the heated pool a little to take away all the tension that his body has carried. He enters the room that has almost become his new house, the gigantic bed waiting for him, for a moment he imagines how good it would be to have someone there scattered in that bed with him.

“So big just for me...” he whispers to himself as he lies on the end of the bed with his legs out, his feet touching the floor.

He spends a few minutes lying in this position, with heavy eyes close themselves, long sighs come out of his throat, a way of the body to thank the absurdly soft mattress, almost being a relaxing massage, every second his mind travels and thinks how ideal it would be to have someone with him there, he is so tense, tired, the movie shooting have been exhausting, both mentally and physically, and fuck, he had been without sex for weeks, what made him stressed and that damn bed needed to be so big? It only makes him want a company, someone who makes him cum until he forgets his own name.

He opens his eyes slowly, getting used to the low light, looking at the ceiling admiring the canopy, while trying to reorganize his thoughts.

“Damn it, I need to stop thinking about it...” Focus Pedro focus! - he speaks softly as he sits on the bed, his back snapping, he looks towards the bathroom door.

The silence of this room echoes, both on the bottom and on the top floor, he takes his phone and checks the last messages, one among many catches his attention, a message from you asking how the shooting is going, next to the message there is a pic of you, the pic is cut and shows you lying on a bed, your hand inside your lilac panties, he takes a deep breath and replies you.

"It's been good, I'm exhausted but would love to have you here... The bed is surreal" - he sends a picture of the bed (only) to you.

He goes to the bathroom, looking at the huge mirror he runs his hand through his belly, holding the white T-shirt he lifts the fabric until he holds it between his teeth, the right hand undoes the knot of the shorts, the hand slides into the piece of clothing and he squeezes his cock, a slow caress while his left hand firmly holds the phone with your photo on the screen, he thinks:

“You know what... I'll send one for her as well...” Biting his shirt, he pulls the shorts down enough to leave his hard dick out, he opens the front camera and raises the phone, and takes the pic, from the neck down holding his cock with his right hand, the veins already apparent, pink head glistening precum. He sends it with the following caption:

"I wish you were here"

Pedro looks at himself in the mirror, smirks and looks at his phone, waiting for an answer, five minutes pass and nothing, he turns around and leaves the bathroom, facing the view of the hot tub, seems so inviting, he decides to have a drink and go for it, his muscles will thank you.

Pedro walks slowly to the mini bar of the bedroom, putting his phone next to the side on the table, he looks and still no answer, he opens the minibar and sees the variety of drinks, all he already knows, but a bottle catches his attention, a blue bottle is in the corner, he takes it and reads the ARAK label, raising an eyebrow in curiosity Pedro takes a glass and pours a little to try, taking the glass to the mouth soon the grape flavor invades his tongue, the burning of alcohol going down his throat.

He pours some more, takes his phone and goes towards the hot tub, bends down and leaves glass and phone on the edge, Pedro takes off his shirt and shorts, only in black boxers he admires the tub, he yawns and stretches, feeling his back hurt he takes off his boxers and enters the hot tub, first step and soon the warm water comes into contact with his feet, this makes him moan with relief, second step and the water is almost on his knees, third and he feels the warm water caress his balls and soon the image of you with hands inside your panties invades his mind like a flash.

Fourth step and he dives, feeling the muscles instantly scream in approval, rising to the surface, Pedro takes the glass and takes a long sip, phone vibrates, gaining his full attention.

"I would love to be there and take you in my mouth”

Pedro smirk and sends an audio:

“Can you believe I have a hot tub in the middle of my room? the water is at the perfect temperature…”

He sends a photo that shows the drink glass in his hand resting on the edge of the tub, then sends another audio

“What would you do to relax me, huh?”

A wave of excitement invades his body, it is as if the almost warm water had taken away all that fatigue, giving way now to an almost tangible feeling of pleasure.

“Hahaha do you really want to know? It's kind of masochistic of you to want me to tell you exactly what I would do, being thousands of kilometers away from you”

Your audio response makes him laugh and shake his head in denial when he realizes how torturous it is to hear your voice, with you so far away.

It takes a few seconds to him think about what to say, despite the sweet taste of grapes, the drink is really strong, and with just a few sips Pedro already feels buzzed, his body more relaxed.

He chills but but his dick now starts to pulse while he responds to it by audio.

“Come on babe, I'm so tired, stressed out... some days here are not easy. Well, I love my job, you know but... Fuck, being alone sometimes, and thinking of you helped me out, such a relief...” he says in a low tone that makes his voice even more hoarse, seductive and pleasant to listen to.

“Pedro... You know, I know you know... This pool would be the perfect place for me to give you a little jerk off before you fuck me on that beautiful bed.”

Your answer makes his cock twitches, his body shivers with the desire to have you with him, but fuck…he's in Malta!

He takes the glass and drinks at once what was was left, listens to the audio again, again and again. His breathing starts to get heavier, he hasn't answered your yet, his hand is gently caressing the already totally hard cock, while holding the phone with the other, until it vibrates on his fingers, a new message, a photo, and this time without panties along with a msg:

"Relax with me…daddy"

While looking at the pic, he tries to climb the steps, but that drink is strong, got him in a way that makes him miss the steps and with that he dips his phone in the water for a moment…

“What the fuck I did... Stupid..”

Quickly he leans on the edge of the tub, reaching out his shirt he dries with it the phone cursing while hoping not to have damaged it, he looks at it, unlocks the screen making your photo the first thing that shows up.

Pedro leans against the tub wall, holding his cock with one hand, he begins to jerk off hard, his hand rising to the tip of the cock, where more fat drops of precum accumulate, feeling the alcohol take over the body, he presses the audio button and with a low voice says:

“I would make it fit on that tiny pussy, before I slide my my two fingers inside you” he wants to send her more stuff, so he gets up and leaves the hot tub.

Walking towards the bed he feels the water drops flow and leave a trail through the room. Pedro throws himself on the bed and looking at the curtains that gently swings in the canopy bed because of the breeze that enters through the window, he thinks about how to surprise you.

_This turns to a provocation_

Leaning against the head of the bed, still a little dizzy with his legs open, he puts a pillow that supports the phone in front of him, presses the record button and speaks low and hoarse:

“So, that's what you want baby girl?” he spits on his cock and starts jerking off while he speaks his hand doesn't stop, slow movements, up and down as if he wanted you to feel your pussy is his hand.

“This is what you want now? You got it... If I were you I'd be ready for this cock inside you, in and out... In and out... Until I explode into you with hot splash's of my hot cum... is that what you want?”

He sends the video and back to your pics again, his hand never abandons his cock, squeezing, going up and down without losing rhythm. Pedro begins to feel signs of orgasm so he reduces the speed of his hand, waiting for what will come next.

While sliding to the right to see and review pics again, his phone vibrates, he quickly opens the conversation and sees that you sent a video as well.

You leaning on the bed, he can see you completely, with your legs open and completely naked, you rubbing your clit with your right hand while the left walks through your nipples, playing, pulling and squeezing.

_Fuck, if I could suck her right now_

Pedro thinks while squeezing his cock tightly, holding by the base his fingers massage the balls, he climbs his hand slowly and passes his thumb over the head of the cock dripping precum, spreading and with his eyes glazed in the video. Pedro sits more centered on the bed, drops of water still run down his hair, dripping and turning a trail around his neck, chest and belly, his body is so sensitive to touch that the drops of water seem to scratch while the sheets seem to hug him.

The video ends and soon a new notification arrives, another audio

“Daddy, do you like what you see? Would you like to get deep into my tight pussy?”

-her voice always been sly and dragged like this?-

With his hand shaking he presses the button to record a new audio

“yeah babe... come to me. Fuck.. I want it ...hummm fuck” Pedro gruni squeezing his phone between his fingers.

“Oh I love your moans... That raspy voice makes me so horny” your new message makes Pedro feel as if the air escapes from his lungs, his right hand slides hard through the cock, he opens the front camera and stretching his arm, he starts side recording.

Pedro spits on his cock, making it visible the long saliva drip through the cock that is leaning against the belly.

Another audio:

“Would you choke like that baby girl? Spitting on my cock and swallowing” he strokes slowly when his hand reaches the head of his cock he squeezes and moans your name.

and another video right after:

“I'm picturing your pussy squeezing me... Oh fuck baby girl squeeze me” he sends the video and waits for an answer.

Another video arrives, you are sticking two fingers inside your pussy, moaning his name, begging for him and his cock, he loves when you beg, it makes him smirk biting his lower lips.

“Fuck, your cock is so hard” you whine.

Pedro is not able to record a new video, the horniness is so much the desire to bury the cock inside your pussy is so much that he barely has the strength to press the audio button, but he does.

“Fuck my bitch are you going to milk daddy's cock like that? Will you take everything I give and still ask for more?”

Soon you answer..

“I did enough to loose your mind... I'm just waiting for a call” before the audio ends he calls you, soon his voice echoes through your ears, panting and cutting any word you can say, he says.

“Can you make me cum now?” with a lazy voice you say

“If I was there I'd swallow every drop of you...” Pedro closes his eyes and with his lips half open he pays attention to every word you say

“Imagine me, licking your neck and going down, swirling my toungue over your nipples... Kissing your chest, giving smooth kisses on your tummy til I reach the head of your cock”

Your sly voice became a torture. Pedro only thinks about making you scream on his cock.

You keep saying “Then I grab the base while I lick it all from side to side and you. now. you are squirting. hard. into my mouth...” Pedro rushes his movements and cum hot and thick all over his tummy, he moans non-stop, no words come out of his mouth, just grumble “You are a fucking bitch aaah hmmmm” you cum next moaning his name, saying things that his brain couldn't understand.

After a few seconds in silence, where only music and panting breaths were present, you say

“Hey I need to go is late here but let's do it again huh?”

Pedro still panting and feeling the tiredness come back just murmurs

“yeah yeah hmmm”

The call ends and with heavy eyes Pedro sends you an emoji 💦 following by a message:

“Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you”

He turns to the side, picking up his T-shirt, he cleans his tummy and closes his eyes.

He is also done but still wants you.

——————————————

Thanks for being here and read our delusional fics, likes are appreciate, comments even more. If you want to ask anything, blast it!

[kimbapisnotsushi]

the day had started off normal enough.

kenma had wrapped up a company-wide conference, tweeted a livestream announcement for eight p.m. that night, finished his homework at the office, and signed off on another product to be released all within a span of three hours hours. with the rest of his schedule free, he could go home, kick back, and relax until it was time to play misfiction. maybe he could make some more progress on animal crossing? or finally crack open pokemon legends: arceus?

that second one sounded like a better idea, kenma decided. he wasn't ashamed to admit that he had a crush on adamant AND iridia.

once he was back in the house, he chucked off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. being CEO of your own company, thought kenma, was entirely useless if you couldn't even wear a hoodie and sweatpants to all the important meetings.

he threw his bedroom door open and froze.

kuroo was lying on the bed, shirtless, with a head propped up on one hand. it was probably supposed to be seductive, but kenma had no idea why.

after all, everyone knew how much he was mean to kuroo. it was his number one character trait!

"hi, kitten," kuroo purred. "miss me?"

"kuro," kenma said, exasperated. "what are you doing?"

kuroo's smile faded. "did you not like it? i thought maybe if i gave you a cute nickname, you'd want to get back together."

kenma stared at him. "what?"

"kitten, didn't you hear?" kuroo's eyes filled with tears. "we can't be in a relationship anymore. childhood-friends-to-lovers is incest now!"

kenma scoffed. "as if i'd ever want to be lovers with you. i have hinata instead. he's so much more interesting, but once i get tired of him then i'll just ditch him and get a new boytoy to mess around with."

the bedroom door suddenly burst open. it was . . . oikawa tooru!

"how dare you!" he screeched. "shouyou deserves so much more! he and i spent a very passionate night together in rio, you know! it's all people ever talk about when they they think of us in brazil! there's absolutely no other meaning to it than just us hooking up!"

"whatever," kenma said, rolling his eyes. "i don't care as long as he's making me money."

"now, now," sugawara crooned (where did he even come from? hell if i know). "let's not fight. that is my innocent angel sweet summer child you're talking about, after all, i'm basically his mom - "

("i'm twenty-two!" shouted hinata from where i stuffed him in the margins. "and you know my mother is very much alive, sugawara-san! also, i FUCK! I FUCK HARD!!")

" - so naturally i know what's best for him!" sugawara continued. "and what he would want is for everyone to hold hands and get along. agreed?"

daichi grinned and nuzzled sugawara's cheek. "you're so smart! i can't wait to start a happy, cisgender-conforming, nuclear family with you."

a voice called from the hallway: "HEY HEY HEY!"

the bedroom door flew open again! how in the world has it not been broken yet???

bokuto cartwheeled into the room and puffed out his chest. when he saw that nobody was paying attention to him because they were too busy hissing at each other, he pouted.

"guys, come on!" he complained. "no fighting! let's have some fun instead!"

"it's no use, bokuto-san," akaashi said. "stereotypically-feminine traits such as being petty, catty, and more have been greatly exaggerated in us setters because we have been deemed more feminine due to what i assume is a vast and complex myriad of factors stemming from microaggressions intersecting with fans' understandings of the world amongst other things, but i expect you are too dumb to understand any of that."

bokuto stared blankly at akaashi. "huh?"

akaashi heaved a deep sigh, plagued by the burden of being the only one with brains in the relationship. "never mind. i still love you, and that's all you need to know."

"okay!" bokuto said cheerfully.

suddenly the bedroom door flew open for the third time that day! who even keeps closing it?

"i'm looking for hinata," said kageyama, poking his head past the doorframe. "has anyone seen him?"

immediately, everyone froze. their eyes shifted from kageyama to oikawa, who had swelled up with incandescent rage because he still retained everything from when he was fourteen and hadn't gone through any growth whatsoever since then.

atsumu whistled. "aw, geez. we might argue a lot, but at least we're not anythin' like that, right, omi-omi?"

"shut up and don't call me that," sakusa muttered darkly. "i hate you. i hate everyone. i hate being here. when was the last time anyone vacuumed in here?"

"if you hate it so much," atsumu said, smirking, "we could sneak away and make out somewhere. could even . . . you know . . . "

"why."

atsumu shrugged. "i am an inexplicably horny sex-on-legs bastard, apparently. especially with you. i mean, have you seen our ao3 tag?"

sakusa frowned. "we've barely had any canon time together."

"eh, people have worked with less." atsumu grinned. "'sides, i dig the whole enemies-to-lovers thing. just means you couldn't resist my charms, huh?"

sakusa would have responded with an audible gag, but . . . you guessed it! the bedroom door flew open AGAIN! this is a bedroom door that defies the laws of physics itself!

yachi stepped in and glanced around.

"weird," she said. "why is this bedroom so big? what are all of you doing?"

yachi hitoka, everyone. our only saving grace. she carries the sole brain cell and wrangles the childish dumb men, because they can't ever think for themselves. right? right?????

tsukishima scowled as he followed after her, trailed by yamaguchi. "ugh. do we have to be here?"

"tsukishima!" yachi scolded, swatting his arm. "be nice! you know these are all our friends!"

sigh.

yamaguchi didn't even greet anyone. he just stayed behind tsukki the whole time, looking like a mouse cornered in a city of cats.

suddenly, a BAM! made everyone jump! you have got to be kidding me! the bedroom door agai - oh, never mind! someone just kicked open the closet door!

"SHITTYKAWA!" iwaizumi roared. "get over here!"

oikawa''s eyes widened. "iwa-chan! what are you doing here?"

"looking for you, dumbass," iwaizumi snapped. "you haven't been taking care of yourself! but i'd never say it, because i'm an asshole. i'm a rock wall. i'm a hardened tough guy. i'm mean. i don't ever say or do anything nice. i throw volleyballs at your head for fun. i don't care about you at all. got it?"

("so you're saying he literally just came out of the closet for oikawa - " hinata began, before i shoved him back down into the margins.)

"no wonder i'm such an asshole," kindaichi marveled. "i guess i learned it all from iwaizumi-san! wow, he's a great role model."

being a stressed fourteen-year-old who didn't know how to handle another stressed fourteen-year-old that was causing said stress and eventually snapping from it and making a mistake, as people are prone to do, didn't really make you an asshole for the rest of your life, but hey. kindaichi didn't have to know any of that.

"it's getting kind of crowded in here, don't you think?" yachi asked, ever the voice of reason. "maybe we should get out and get some fresh air?"

ushijima nodded solemnly. wait - had he always been there?

"fresh air is good for the soul," he said. "not that i would know, because i'm an unfeeling robot who is strong and dominant and the epitome of masculinity. being stoic and silent are the only things i know. you should all bow down before my superior strength."

everyone stared at him.

suddenly, the bedroom door burst open AGAIN! this shouldn't be possible! it was already open in the first place! I KEPT IT OPEN! HOW DO THEY KEEP DOING THIS?

"guys!" hinata ran in, panting. "i finally did it! i escaped the margins!"

"the what?" sugawara asked.

hinata waved him off. "never mind that. it's about time to wrap up. we've put on a good show, but we should end it, don't you think?"

"hinata's right," kenma admitted. "i didn't think i could do this much longer, anyways."

oikawa made a face. "me neither. sorry, tobio. i hope you didn't take anything to heart."

"i'm okay," kageyama said. "i know better, now. we both know better."

"that we do," oikawa agreed warmly. "and weren't you looking for hinata? that's why you were here, right? you were the only one of us not part of an act."

kageyama blinked, as if he had forgotten all about that. not that anyone could blame him - i'm not even sure what the hell just happened.

"right," he said, then grabbed hinata's arm and tugged him close. "hey. i love you."

"what!" hinata squawked. "kageyama, what - "

kageyama shrugged, but red began to bloom across his cheeks. "i'd never joke about that. i just wanted you to know."

hinata beamed at him, brighter than the sun. "aw, kageyama! i love you too! but can we please wrap this up? there's no food in the margins, and i'm starving!"

"okay, everyone!" bokuto called out. "on the count of three! ready? one, two, three - "

"HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!" everyone shouted.

the end :)

[saccharinenectarine123]

also! i just read run rabbit run (amazing btw) and i was wondering if u would be willing to go more into detail about what happened between lando and oscar post brazil ‘24…

ik we already got a huge paragraph about it but i’m greedy and in love with ur story

i feel like there’s so much potential for rough and rancid and ‘kind of reluctant to take it all out on oscar but not really’ lando, and super-fucking-into-it oscar lol

Aw thanks so much Anonie <3 So glad that you loved it! It was a joy to write so I'm so glad it's a joy to read.

Strap yourself in, this is a long one. You actually opened pandora's box fr:

This short scene was verryy fun to write for me because it was also one of the strongest plot glimpses into this vibe about oscar that simmered underneath his whole character but really came into its own over the course of chapter 3.

Oscar in run rabbit run had such a streak of ruthlessness. It was something that was so endemic to him that he almost wouldn't even be able to pin it down and name it on his own. It just is part of who he is, down to his very core. I feel he would just say 'i'm ambitious' or 'hardworking' or 'willing to do what it takes'. But to actually distill it down to the word 'ruthless' instead of dancing around it...if someone pointed it out to him, he would pause for a second and absolutely own it (i see him reacting exactly like in the gif I linked to). But it's a funny little blindspot his character has. He's just oscar (and oscar just so happens to be unrepentantly ruthless).

In saying all that, post Brazil, I had such a clear idea in my head that the race was absolutely atrocious for lando. Maybe he crashed out 2 laps from the end from his own mistake. Or someone crashed into him. Or maybe he had to DNF very early and spent the rest of the race watching oscar in an interesting role reversal from chapter 1. But either way, the race was awful and he was pissed and having to do media through gritted teeth as journalists were rude and snipey and doing everything to provoke a delicious sound bite out of him. It made him furious.

So coming off that, oscar would have guessed, or taken one look at lando e.g. in the media pen and clocked exactly how pissed lando was (the glint in his eyes, tension around his mouth, the stiff line of his back, the way his hands were twitching as if he wanted to wrap them around some dickhead journalist's throat etc). More to the point, oscar would have immediately known exactly how to best "stress relieve" lando (to his best advantage).

By that point, oscar knows a few things about lando: (1) lando deeply enjoys being in control (and this is where the dom/sub dynamics come in), (2) lando is feeling a severe lack of control, because his race went tits up and (3) lando is very careful with oscar in bed (a soft!dom with him, if you will).

So I have a few ideas of what oscar would have done but, considering the time constraints (as they only have like 20 mins before team debrief), oscar would have brushed up against lando in passing in the media pen and whispered something along the lines of "I'll be waiting in my driver room if you want to fuck out that tension". He's not really offering lando sex, as much as he's offering lando control. That's what's really intoxicating to lando. And oscar knows it, and is willing to exploit it.

So now lando's horny (but really, seduced by the offer of being able to exercise control in a d/s dynamic) on top of being very pissed off and he stalks down the corridor into oscar's driver room (and I have this very clear image of him stalking the halls like a predator and ignoring anyone who tries to talk to him). Oscar's waiting naked on his knees for lando. He's a very good boy for him.

Lando obviously takes him up on his offer and they end up fucking but oscar can feel that lando is holding himself back because he's still worried about genuinely hurting oscar. Oscar's frustrated because he's 80% sure he can take what lando needs to dish out (and the spare 20% is inconsequential, he'll make it work if it breaks him) and the whole point was to get lando to get his top/dom kick out of the situation PLUS release tension, but it's only happening at like 40%.

So he probably tries goading lando (which doesn't work, that just gets him pressed face down into a pillow to muffle his words, or fingers stuffed in his mouth to gag him). So he tries a different tactic: he uses his submission. He starts moaning and pushing back so sweetly, stroking lando's ego by telling him how good he feels, and starts begging for more (along the lines of "please, please, harder, lando, i need it, more") and that's what finally works. lando finally fucks him as hard as he needs. stress relieved ;)

Oscar does all of this for a few reasons but the most compelling one for me is that he wants to give lando something that he can only get from oscar. A heady, intoxicating mix of control, sexual release and a safe haven from shitty race. Oscar is willing to do anything he can to make lando as obsessed with him as possible. He'll use anything to achieve it. He'll pavlov bell lando into loving shitty races because he'll know that oscar will be waiting for him at the other end, open and willing and accepting.

FYI all of the above are things I didn't want to go into too explicitly in this story (and especially that very short scene) because I loved that there was a levity to it. I wanted it to be more 'fun and freaky' than 'darkly obsessive'. I wanted the darkness to more creep up when you thought about it a little too hard. A little 'wait a damn minute' around the smut and the lols. The most overt bits came from the allusions and metaphors e.g. how oscar thought about their relationship - the fleeting idea he was a frog being happily vivisected, lando kissing him with a mouth stained with the blood of his slain best friend, that oscar was michaelangelo painting the sistine chapel with his raw fingertips and absolutely loving it. These little psycho glimpses of his true thoughts - and again, his core ruthlessness that he doesn't really notice but just is.

Maybe I'll explore obsession and control in more overtly darker fics as these concepts fascinate me.

(Side note: on point (3) above, there's backstory that's very interesting to me, in that lando is not ordinarily a soft!dom. I very easily see him being quite harsh and uncaring of the people he usually sleeps with. He would see them as quite disposable, essentially just cheap sex toys for his pleasure, to be discarded and replaced on the regular.

But there's something about oscar that compels him to be softer in bed...Oscar is his teammate so there are possible professional repercussions if he really hurts him. They also have a mutual friend in max f, and max f would 100% give lando a *look* if lando was horrid to oscar and say something along the lines that lando 'is better than that, and if not, maybe he should be better than that'. That would stick with lando for a long time. Maybe it's the fact that oscar's an extremely inexperienced virgin (and lando hasn't slept with someone like that in forever). Virginity is a construct etc but he'll still have a feeling of being handed something precious, like a piece of handmade, fine crystal art...upon holding it in his hands and gazing upon its beauty, he finds his hands want to cradle instead of destroy. It's a softer side of him that would only come out around his very closest loved ones...maybe just max f and his mum.

There's also something deeply compelling about the fact that lando knows oscar has been utterly obsessed with him for years, and would swallow any bs lando gave him and beg for another crumb. In the face of true utter devotion, lando would surprise himself by also being benevolent. At the end of the day, I think he just deeply, violently needs to be loved and adored by the close people around him, and oscar gives him everything he has, and has done, for years. Lando absolutely lovedddd that oscar was commenting and liking on all his shit from when he was 14 onwards. It tickles him. Here is someone who can actually prove he adores him. It's also the fact that oscar didn't go running away from him when he actually got to know lando in real life, in fact, he scooched in even closer and closer at every opportunity and matched his freak at every turn.

I actually think if lando wasn't a soft!dom their relationship would have had to be very toxic and painful and I wasn't in the mood to write anything too achy lol. I wanted surprising sweetness and to keep the fic lighter and fun!)

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

What do think Tom & Jake’s relationship was like? Either in your Modern AU or canonically

Hmm, lets go with both.

I like to think they were close in canon. Maybe not super close, because Jake was deployed a lot of the time, and Tommy was about to leave for over fifteen years to be on Pandora. He'd come back twelve years older than Jake. I think they had to have been comfortable being separate possibly for the rest of their lives for that to be the plan. That being said, they were obviously ride or die.

NOW in my human au, I feel similarly. I won't get too far into it because I have a jeytiri post coming out in my wheelchair modern au as promised, but I'll do some Tommy Sully lore.

-Tommy was on a four year job with Grace studying botany in the rainforest in Brazil when Jake was paralyzed. Jake knew how excited he was about this once in a lifetime experience, and basically threatened to end Norm if he tattled to Tommy.

-Norm's solution was getting Jake into Mo'at's free clinic on a favor.

-I do think he will end up ratting Jake out though, we shall just have to wait and see for the jeytiri modern au post.

[poisonappletales]

@serphantel's Friendship Valentines + White Day Replies

@serphantel submitted the following Friendship Valentines:

Here's the White Day reply:

Ambrosia | Onyx | Caramel Location: North America

"All right. Our mission, should we choose to accept it, is to explore this continent and look for the White Rabbit!"

[has already started walking off towards the hills] "Stay close."

"Ah...okay." [pats Caramel the deer to encourage him to follow along] "Oh, and I've brought along some food so we can stop and eat whenever we need a break."

[holds up a basket of food with a bright smile]

Wildfire | Brooks Location: Greenland

"What are we here for again? I missed what that healer said. She has such a soft voice. She really ought to speak up louder."

"I think she said we're supposed to explore the monuments for White Chocolate."

"Monuments...like things built for dead people? And she thinks there's chocolate there?" [rolls her eyes and mutters:] "I don't even know what kind of chocolate we're looking for. Is this supposed to be some kind of special glowing piece of white chocolate?"

Arsenik | Viktor | Unknown Location: On the way to Brazil

"Ooh. Brazil. We definitely have to try out the spicy dishes and the beaches."

"I suppose we can. But just remember to keep an eye out for -"

"THE WHITE HOBBIT."

"What? No. It's the -"

"All right, Hobbit. Here we come! We should look for him on the topless beach first."

[Arsenik sighs and shakes his head.]

Jasmine | Rosemary Location: Asia

"Come on, Lady Jasmine! The concert is starting soon! We have to hurry!"

"I know, I know. It's just that the line for that store was so long. And I wasn't leaving without that dress. Anyway, we're supposed to look for somebody, aren't we?"

[gasp] "Wait, is that..."

"What is it?! Did you see a singer? Let's see, let's see! We have to ask for their autograph!"

Chase | X | Wind Location: Russia

"Is it just me or is it pretty cold here?"

"Weakling."

"It's not like I said I couldn't handle it! So what are we here for again? We're looking for some of night-light, right?"

[mocking] "I'm sure X can tell you since he's such a note-taking sensei."

"Ha ha. Very funny. It's not like I constantly take notes. Anyway, we're supposed to be looking for the White Rabbit. I think that's some kind of rock band, right?"

"So let's take a look at the music people!"

King Barium | Bo-Peep Location: Australia

"Wow! Look at that huge spider! Maybe we can be friends and I can ask if it's seen...what was it that we're looking for again?"

[with his arm around her shoulder] "Love.

We're looking for love. In all the right places." [laughs and then pauses as the big spider skitters across their path]

"Crikey. That is a big spider."

♥♥♥

And that should be the last of the White Day replies! I hope you all enjoyed them. I certainly had fun making them, along with the skits!

If, for some reason, I accidentally missed a Valentine, let me know so I can remedy that ASAP. For now, I hope you all had a Happy White Day and an awesome rest of the week!

"I may have one more White Day surprise for you. But I'll save that for later when we're in private. You did get my invitation, didn't you?"

[crystalsnow95z]

Time for another request. Namjoon was spared from my last food poisoning story but he isn't safe this time and it hits him hard.

Warning: vom!t that's all. Let's get into the story. Feel free to make any suggestions

"Can we stop to get something to eat before the interview? I'm starving hyung.." Taehyung looks at Namjoon with big puppy dog eyes. "I haven't gotten to eat today.."

Namjoon checks the time. "We only got an hour before the interview, are you sure you can't wait?"

"I can wait.." Taehyung says with a pout.

"We can stop somewhere on the way, can't we, Namjoonie-hyung? He won't be able to focus if he's hungry and my stomach is growling, too." Jimin suggests gently.

"Alright, we can stop somewhere, but we have to make it quick. There's a burger place nearby. I'll ask staff if they could get us some." Namjoon gives in to his younger brothers.

"You hardly ate, are you feeling okay?" Jin asks taking the last bite of his burger.

"I'm fine, I'm just not really hungry." Namjoon states. "I ate a lot last night, I'll be fine."

"We're leaving in five minutes." A staff member says knocking on the door.

"Okay!" Namjoon calls to them. "Lunch time is over, it's time to clean up." He orders the others, helping them clean up.

Taehyung shoves a few more fries in his mouth while Namjoon tries to put it away. "You're going to gain weight if you keep eating like that."

"Hobi-hyung, he's picking on me..." Taehyung playfully whines with a fake cry going to the closest big brother, making J-hope giggle, hugging Taehyung close.

"He's been working hard, he'll be okay." J-hope kisses Taehyung on the top of the head lovingly. "Let's get going."

"Namjoon..she asked you a question.." Yoongi gently nudges Namjoon with his elbow whispering.

Namjoon couldn't focus on the interview, his stomach screaming in pain. (Maybe i should've eaten with the others...) He tried to discreetly rub his stomach to try to ease the pain.

"Namjoon-ah.." Yoongi speaks a little louder, Namjoon looks at Yoongi who gestures at the interviewer holding the mic to him.

Namjoon quickly looks at the woman standing in front of him, bowing deeply. "{I'm sorry, but could you repeat the question..}"

"{I asked how many countries you are visiting for on your tour. I know there are three different cities you are visiting in the US.}" The woman repeats.

"{We are going to five other countries after we leave the US..}" Namjoon answers.

"{We are going to Brazil next, then Germany.}" Yoongi draws the attention away from Namjoon.

He feels someone grab his hand, looking down to see Taehyungs slender fingers wrap around.

"Hyung you're shaking.." Taehyung whispers. "Are you okay?"

"I'll be okay. Focus on the reporter...we don't want to be rude.." Namjoon gives his hand a squeeze leaning a bit against him.

J-hope glares at their translator, motioning for them to translate. Jin moves in front of him, blocking him from the reporters view to stop her from asking him anymore questions.

The interview went smoothly thanks to the members handling the situation. Namjoon cheered loudly when the members cheered, even though he wasn't concentrating on the conversation. (I have to keep smiling.. I don't want to worry, army..)

J-hope tucks his arm in the crook of Namjoons elbow, the group moving quickly to get him away from all the camera flashes.

Namjoon finally lets his smile drop when they enter the waiting room. His voice comes out small only being heard by J-hope."I think I'm going to throw up.." As soon as he spoke, a wet burp escaped him. Namjoon covers his mouth, trying to hold in the bile thar rose up his throat. Jin helps him into a chair, "Jungukk get the wastebin."

Jungkook quickly looks for a waste bin, bringing it to Namjoon. "Here, hyung."

Namjoon holds it close to his chest, his dinner from last night coming back up again. It comes out in violent heaves, leaving him feeling weak and dizzy. Anytime he tried to gasp to get air, his stomach stopped him, adding more mostly digested food into the bin. The acid tang burned his throat, making him cough.

"Poor Joon.. he's really sick.." Jin keeps his hands firmly on Namjoon's shoulders to keep him from falling forward, feeling him trembling. "He can't perform tonight.."

"We will have to have someone cover his parts or-"

"No..no I can do it.. it's just two songs.." Namjoon interrupts J-hope, shakily sitting up, trying to catch his breath.

"Namjoonie, are you sure? You shouldn't push yourself." J-hope looks at him with worried eyes.

"Yes, I'm feeling better now.. I can do it.." Namjoon places the trash bin on the floor.

Jimin hands Namjoon a tissue box. "I don't think you should perform. You don't look like you're feeling better.."

"I can do it.." Namjoon tried so sound more confident than he felt, trying his best to wipe the sweat and vomit from his face. (My right side hurts every time I breathe.. I need to get my breathing under control..)

"I'll trust you.. but try to take it easy when you perform. You should sit and perform instead of dancing."J-hope says, rubbing his back.

"I'm okay. Really." Namjoon insisted. "It's probably just because I didn't eat today.. I'll eat right after the performance.." (I don't want to disappoint army..)

J-hope hugs him from behind. "You're so stubborn. If you really think you can do it I won't stop you, but I'll At least get them to put a chair on stage just in case, but if you throw up again before we go on I'm pulling you from the performance. I'm serious."

The boys quickly got their makeup touched up before going into the audience to watch the others perform. Namjoon puts on a face mask to try to hide his face, and Taehyung takes a hat from his bag putting it on him.

"They'll have to style my hair again.."

"I'll apologize to them. I just don't want the camera to focus on you.." Taehyung takes Namjoon by the hand putting him in the middle of him and Jin.

They didn't get to sit for long before the group was called on stage to accept an award announcing them as the winner. Yoongi puts a hand on his shoulder as they walk. They give the award to Namjoon and try to pass him the mic, but J-hope reaches for it instead.

"AAMMMIII..." He yells into the mic, drawing the attention to himself. Jin and Jungkook stand to block Namjoon from view, and Yoongi speaks next, trying to mimic the speech Namjoon was reciting to himself in the car.

Namjoon leans his chin on Jin, a wave of vertigo blurring his vision. Jungkook takes Namjoon's hand, leading him off the stage. Namjoon nearly tripped going down the steps, Jin steadying him."It's okay if you can't perform. You don't have to do this. You can hardly handle the steps.."

"I just tripped. I'm okay." Namjoon tells him. (If I keep repeating myself, maybe it'll come true..)

They win three more awards before the performance, the members playing keep away with their leader any time they tried to make him speak. Their performance was next and they went into the green room to get their in ears and mics.

(We're doing the beginning of save me..then switching to I'm fine...) Namjoon let out a dry chuckle at the irony of the situation.

"What's so funny?" Jungkook asks.

"The songs we choose.." Namjoon answers.

"Are you sure you don't want to sit this one out?" J-hope asks again, his voice thick with worry not finding the situation humorous. "It's okay to rest if you have to. Army doesn't want us pushing too hard. If we explain.."

Namjoon shakes his head. "I can do it." (At least.. I hope I can..) His stomach felt a little better, but the medicine the staff gave him was not doing much to help with the nauseous feeling that washed over him as soon as he went under the hot stage lights.

His body moved on instinct, running to his position and getting in sync with the other members. The sound of Army chanting their names gave him strength, but he the jumping made the pain in his stomach return with a vengeance. When he layed down for Jimin's verse he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get back up again, but he forced himself back up, fear washing over him when he remembered he was going to be center for his rap verse.

The members couldn't stop looking in his direction, and when his rap part came he came a second too late, having to do it off beat.

He stopped to try to get back on track, and when he did he heard thousands of voices singing his part with him. Army had joined in with him. Their voices gave him the adrenalin he needed, coming back strong to finish his part.

(I can do this.. we're halfway through.. I just need to hold out a little longer..)He couldn't jump as high as the other members, getting off sync because his feet hit the ground too early. (Sh*t..i can't do this...)Namjoon couldn't help but wrap a hand around his sour stomach when another painful cramp hit, the stress getting to him. (It's J-hope's verse now...) He was glad to stop moving a moment, but when it was his turn to jerk back up he stumbled into J-hope.

J-hope steadied him, helping him back into position, continuing the choreography. Namjoon tries to do the same, but he couldn't focus. His body remembered the steps for him.

"Let me lift V instead." He hears Yoongi whisper, gently nudging him to go into his position.

It took a moment to process what he was saying before it clicked. (Yoongi already had to lift Taehyung once..) it was too late to make any more changes, Yoongi already in position to lift Taehyung.

The two rappers struggled to switch back to the original positions, almost colliding into each other.(Now Yoongi made a mistake because of me. I can't mess up anymore..) Namjoon pushed through the last thirty seconds of the song, feeling his body swaying at the end. He tried to close his eyes to wait for the dizziness to pass, but his knees buckled. Jin quickly grabbed him by the shoulders. J-hope and Jin help him off the stage, moving quickly to get him away from the crowd, going into the green room. "I'm sorry..I did so bad..." Namjoon felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "I'm gonna throw up..."

Taehyung quickly grabs the waste bin, putting it in front of Namjoon. "You did great for being so sick."

"You did the best you could. I can't believe you actually made it through the whole performance.." J-hope rubs his back as he gets sick. Namjoon had nothing left his his stomach, only acid coming up, making him gag more at the awful taste.

"Don't worry about it. All you can do is give it everything you got. You did that and more." Jin tries to comfort Namjoon, rubbing his tensed shoulders.

"I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have performed.. I should've listened." Namjoon sobbed, burying his face in his hands, then quickly looking up again. "Yoongi-yah.. are you okay?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Just focus on yourself." Yoongi tried to sound strong, but pain laced his voice, rubbing his shoulder.

"That was quick thinking Yoongi-hyung. I feel stupid for not realizing that would be an issue. I should've done it instead." J-hope praises Yoongi, causing him to blush lightly.

"I was the closest one that could do it so I just followed my instinct. I didn't want him or Taehyung getting hurt." Yoongi dismisses the praise.

"Thanks, Yoongi-hyung.." Namjoon says softly.

Jungkook wipes Namjoon's tears, handing him a water bottle. "Please don't cry hyung. You're going to make me cry.."

Namjoon looks up at the mankae, his eyes already shining with unshed tears. "I'm sorry. I'm fine now.."

"Let's get you home." Jin helps Namjoon get the mic pack and inears off. "I'll make you some jook. You need to eat something."

"I don't think I can eat.." Namjoon responds honestly, taking a small sip of water to try to get rid of the taste in his mouth.

"You have to try at least a little for me. Please at least try.. Okay?" Jin begs

"hyung..." Namjoon's stomach churns at just the thought of food, causing him to gag more bile coming up, cursing under his breath. His eyes water as his stomach tightens, painfully vomiting.

Jin looks around at the others, everyone getting ready to help Namjoon get home, forming a circle like the body guards.

Fans flash photos of the boys while they get to the car, screaming for the boys to try to get their attention. Namjoon struggles just to keep walking forward, the adrenalin that kept him going gone. The six boys form a bubble around him, blocking him from view, them waving wildly and flashing hearts. The body guards are extra protective as well, making sure no one steps a single foot over the ropes.

Jin keeps one hand discreetly around Namjoon's waist to be sure he doesn't fall, and yoongi keeps hold of Namjoon's clammy hand, holding it tight.

"Love you army!" J-hope and Taehyung yell cheerfully over the crowd, bowing and making hearts as Jin and Yoongi help Namjoon into the car, moving him by the window.

"Thank you, army. Love you!" Jungkook joins in making a heart over his head.

The seven boys make it in the car safely, Taehyung and Jungkook waving out the window before rolling it up again.

"It's finally over." Namjoon sighs in relief, leaning his head on Jin.

"You're really warm, Joon.." Jin sucks in air through his teeth, running a hand across Namjoon's forehead into his hair. "You're still sweating, too."

"I'll take a bath when we get back. I don't think I could stand long enough for a shower.." Namjoon closes his eyes tightly, the movement of the car being too much for his stomach to handle. "Please.. stop the car.."

When the driver tries to switch lanes to pull over, the bile already rose up his throat, all color leaving his face.

"It can't wait. Roll down the window!" J-hope orders, Jin rolling down the window and helping Namjoon move to stick his head out. Namjoon gets sick all over the car door, body trembling violently.

"We need to get him to a hospital.. he's going to need an IV at this rate.." Jin says sounding panicked, rubbing Namjoon's back. "Please, take us to a hospital.." He asks the driver.

When they arrive at the hospital Namjoon couldn't walk, needing to sit in a wheelchair as he waits, a nurse gives him a pink bin in case he had to get sick again, and to Namjoon's horror, his stomach tightened, causing him to heave, more sick coming out.

"{Please. No flim. No photo. No post.}" Jin pleads with the people around them in English, taking off his jacket to cover up Namjoon from view.

Security had to usher people away but that didn't stop them from trying to get as much footage as they could before being pushed away.

The hospital is quick to get them in a private room. Jin helps Namjoon onto the bed then helping him undress to put on the gown. The nurse knocks on the door, Jin peeking through the crack before letting her in.

"{Hello I'm Miss. Maple, I'm going to be your nurse today, do you understand?}" She speaks slowly.

"{I'm fluent in English..}" Namjoon explains to her, voice shaking.

Jin held Namjoon's hand as he spoke with the nurse, rubbing his thumb across his knuckles. "It's okay if you need to cry." He whispers. "She'll understand."

Namjoon shakes his head, elbowing Jin softly, not letting his emotions out until she leaves the room to get an IV bag.

"It's going to be everywhere.." Namjoon whimpers, hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

"No it won't. I'll make sure of it even if I have to report every video myself." Jin tells him. "The company will handle it. The other members are already on it too. We will get this taken care of. You just focus on getting better." Jin wipes the tears from Namjoon's face, pulling a small pack of tissues from his bag. "You got snot all over your face." Jin tuts, cleaning up his nose. "It's not that big of a deal. Everyone gets sick."

"I'm sorry Hyung.." Namjoon sniffles, trying to stop.

"Don't be. It's not your fault. Just try to rest some while we wait for the nurse. You look exhausted." Jin gives him a soft kiss on the forehead.

Namjoon went back to the hotel after two IV bags, the doctor confirming it's just food poisoning. Namjoon felt safer at the hotel where the other members were not wanting to spend a night alone in the hospital.

To his surprise when Jin lead him back to his room to rest for the night, the other five members were in his room.

"Namjoonie-hyung!" Jungkook was the first to go greet him, hugging him lightly. "Are you feeling any better?"

"A little..what are you doing in here..?" Namjoon asks

"I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep until I saw you in person, and the others felt the same." Taehyung answers, taking his turn to hug onto Namjoon.

"I want to show you something!" J-hope says, pulling up something on his laptop. When Namjoon went over to see what he was talking about he saw it was Twitter. He was trending all over Twitter, but he didn't see a single clip of him getting sick. Twitter was flooded with get well messages and praise.

"All the platforms are like this. The company put out a warning about filming our private moments, but it looks like Army has your back, too. If the clips are out there, they are getting reported so fast I haven't seen them." J-hope gets up, hugging Namjoon. "You have no reason to worry. Everyone understands."

Relief washes over Namjoon, sighing in relief.

"Now that you're feeling better mentally, let's work on physically. You need to rest, but first, could you at least eat this banana or some applesauce? Just something small so you have something in your stomach..?" Jimin asks with worry plastered on his face. "I read it's good for when you've been throwing up."

"Alright.. I'll try, but after you guys need to get to bed. You look dead on your feet." Namjoon peels the banana open, taking a bite to appease the young vocalist.

Namjoon lays in bed, regretting his decision to please Jimin, but he wasn't worried about being sick anymore.

(They all handled the situation so well.. I'm so proud to be a part of this team, and army.. They were quick to defend me..)

Namjoon rushes to go throw up again, just barely having the strength to sit up. As he throws up the mush that was once a banana, another wave of dizziness makes it hard to stay sitting up.

When starts falling, he feels an arm stop him. "I got you.." J-hope coos. "It's okay.."

"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to wake you.."Namjoon apologizes.

J-hope tuts his tongue at him. "Stop being sorry. I'd much rather you wake me up than you suffer alone.. I love you Namjoon. I don't mind losing sleep to take care of you. If any of us were worried about you waking us up we would've just went to our hotel rooms. Let's get you back to bed, okay. Hyung could you help?"

Namjoon looks up to see who he's talking to, Jin leaning down to help him up. He leads him back to his bed that the three youngest members took over, Taehyung holding out his arms to Namjoon.

Namjoon wasn't usually the cuddly type, but with how awful he was feeling he felt needy for human contact, feeling comforted by the warmth of his old roommate's body and his steady heart beat as he lays on his chest.

"Don't get used to this Tae.." Namjoon says with a yawn.

"I won't.. I love you Namjoonie-hyung..I hope you get better soon..." Taehyung rubs Namjoon's stomach, whispering softly.

Namjoon falls asleep quickly after murmuring a soft, 'I love you..' Back to him, finally falling into the deep sleep he desperately needed.

[softxsuki]

꒰ ˆ ꒵ ˆ꒱ Hi, Han! Congratulations on 1000+ followers! I've been around since you hit 400 and I couldn't be more proud of you and how far you've come. You're too good for this world and just seeing you pop up in my notifications puts a smile on my face. („⊹𝅒⊹„) I'm sure you’ll get even more supporters soon (as you deserve) and I hope I'll get to see your blog keeping on growing! Thank for all of the content you put out for us, this plataform wouldn't be the same without you and would mean a lot less to me. (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･

Anyway, if it's okay, could I please send in a request for the event?

❥ Pronouns:

𖤣 they/them

❥ Fandoms:

𖤣 Tokyo Revengers, Obey Me, Jujutsu Kaisen

❥ Gender:

𖤣 It doesn't matter!

❥ Type of matchup:

𖤣 Romantic

❥ Myer-Briggs Personality Type:

𖤣 INFP-T

❥ Zodiac:

𖤣 Sagittarius

❥ What I value:

𖤣 loyalty; open-mindedness; respect.

❥ My type:

𖤣 I don't think I have one, I never judge people by their looks and don't consider anyone I've met, until now, ugly.

❥ What's my personality like:

𖤣 observant; pretty short-tempered; indecisive (but i do make good choices); smart; ambivert; creative; genuine; lazy; camera shy; optimistic; I can get easily confused; forgetful; moody; reliable; sassy; people say I have great taste (for music, fashion, food, crushes, decorations, locations, etc); spontaneous; stubborn; sensitive;

❥ Hobbies/things I like to do:

𖤣 I don't think I have any talent to hobbies... So here are the things I like to do: traveling; shopping; exploring new places; spend hours swinging on swings; listening to music; eating out; collecting plushies;

❥ Details:

𖤣 I'm at my last school year and still have no idea of what to do with my life; I'm from Brazil; I've been trying to gain a little bit of weight; I have a sweet tooth; I'm very picky when it comes to food;

❥ Kind of scenario:

𖤣 Hmmmm, maybe what mornings with them are like?? I really don't know!!

𑁍 Take your time, Han! I hope you have an amazing day and life!! Thank you for existing, you're insanely special to me and to many others. 𑁍

1000 Follower Event Matchup #27

This event is CLOSED. You can view the event masterlist here.

Note: Thank you! It's crazy that I made this event when I hit 1k and now I'm at 1.5k...these matchups took me way too long. I'm so sorry for the wait. But omg you've been around since I was at 400 followers :( you've stuck with me for a while! Thank you so much for all your support. I hope you like who I matched you with <3

I match you with: DRAKEN, BEELZEBUB, ITADORI

Runner-ups were: Mitsuya, Lucifer, Megumi

Draken:

I feel like Draken would be your support system

He’s such a dependable guy, he’d want you to lean on him for once

He loves your sass btw, it adds a little spice to your relationship that keeps things interesting, so keep pushing his buttons

Always takes you out to eat, watching you with a little smirk as you happily enjoy your food (even if you’re picky and only eat chicken tenders with fries) as long as you’re happy he’s happy

He’s not the biggest shopper, but whenever you want to go out shopping he insists on tagging along, kinda playing your bodyguard and official bag holder, you’re not holding any bags with him around

What are mornings with Draken like?

Hmmm, I think he’s not the biggest morning person, so he’s a little slow at waking up (after all, he lives in a brothel which is more active during the night)

Groggy morning voice as he cuddles into you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck 

So definitely a slow morning, but be happy, because you’re getting an unusually clingy and cute Draken lol

Beelzebub:

This man’s brother is the avatar of sloth lol, he’s pretty fond of your laziness

Beel is our gentleman :( he’s a big ol teddy bear

Super loyal and respectful, he treats you like you’re his treasure

Pls don’t lose your temper with him :( he’d get all pouty, though having Satan as his brother, he is pretty used to it, but it would hurt more if you specifically get mad at him

You’re eating out like 10 times a day with him LOL

If you’re a picky eater, he’d gladly take whatever you don’t want from your plate, and even shares some things on his own plate that you love :( <3 so in love omg

And if you’re trying to gain weight, he’s the perfect person to help you out with that :D 

What are mornings with Beel like?

Well…he’s already up in the kitchen making you both breakfast

Surprises you with breakfast in bed every morning and is actually able to control his urges and manages to not eat the entire plate before it reaches you

He’s down to do whatever you want for the day, he’ll follow you around :) so long as you feed him along the way

Itadori:

This cutie is perfect boyfriend material, especially for you

I picture him taking so many off-guard pictures of you to save to his phone; no matter how much you try to convince him that you look horrible in them, he just spends the next few days gushing over them, admiring the small image of you on his phone <3

He feeds your plushy addiction, he finds your collection cute and loves seeing how happy you get when you get a new one added in 

Loyal golden retriever boyfriend 10000000%

Goes on a walk to the park with you while you swing on the swings side by side, chatting and eating the ice cream he bought you :D 

What are mornings like with Itadori?

Energetic…I hope you’re a morning person, because he’s fresh as a daisy pretty early in the morning, ready for another adventure with you

He’s the type to watch you as you sleep, waiting excitedly for you to wake up, and eventually you do wake up from feeling him watch you lol

Morning kisses are a must and maybe even some cuddles

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 08/28/2023

[streamdotpng]

Hey, I'm the anon asking about Ellie Alves in the Tudum Netflix in Brazil play new You teaser about how Joe comes to New York (Tara is also in New York at Scream 6; what a coincidence!). He will deal with all the losse ends, and Ellie is one of them. And there is a rumor that Jenna will come back in You Final/Season 5. So maybe there is a chance that Enid and Ellie will meet/help her after all.

WAIT REALLY?

Ive heard of Jenna potentially joining but that's so cool

Maybe maybe, let's see

I'll be waiting for the season to drop tbh, then I'll re-watch s2 and if I ever feel like it'd work out, I'll do it

[auroraescritora]

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER XVI

Hi, how are you? I managed to translate the chapter just in time.

The chapter was going to come out earlier, but because of the holiday in Brazil I've allowed myself to rest. I've definitely given up on having a posting schedule, but I'll try to update every week. So, just come by once a week, on Friday, because if I post something it'll be ready on Friday. And, like, consider the texts here as initial drafts, okay? I'm still in my creative phase, and I love putting sub-plots and other things in the middle of the main plot. If I followed my original plan, I would have finished the story by now. So, let's relax and have fun. Thanks for being here!

Not too many warnings apart from mental health, I hope you like it.

CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X / CHAPTER XI / CHAPTER XII / CHAPTER XIII / CHAPTER XIV / CHAPTER XV

Nico put the pen down on the last page he had written and rested the diary next to his pillow, stretching his arms and neck. He had written more than he had intended. Well, Percy was in for a bit of a surprise when he read it. But in the end, Percy was right, writing had taken the pressure off his shoulders that Nico hadn't even known was there to begin with. It was a magical moment, as he put his thoughts down on paper, his mind felt light and empty, as if he was telling what was bothering him to someone who wouldn't judge him and wouldn't try to give him 'advice' he hadn't asked for.

Tired of waiting, Nico lay down on the bed and put his head on the pillow. Why was Percy doing taking so long? The next thing he knew, he had closed his eyes, opening them again to feel something soft slide over his body. It was a damp, warm towel that Percy was holding. Nico blinked slowly and then Percy's figure came into view, wet hair and bare chest, wearing only a towel as he gently cleaned his body.

"Would you like a bath?" Percy murmured, moving closer to him, making him sit against the edge of the bed. "I filled the tub for you.”

"I could." He shrugged, it seemed like a good idea. Nico rarely saw any reason to use the bathtub.

So Percy took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom, asking: 

"How do you feel?”

He didn't know. A slight burning that pulsed inside him, maybe? Muscle and mental fatigue? A relaxation he had never felt before? It was all of this together and more. In general? Nico felt good, or as good as possible, similar to when he hadn't run away to Italy yet, maybe even better, now that he didn't need to hide his feelings.

"I'm fine." Nico shrugged again.

"Do you remember our rules?”

Unfortunately, Nico remembered. Percy must have been referring to always being honest.

"I don't know." Nico said, trying to be as honest as he could. "It's all too new for me to have an opinion.”

"Nico.” 

He stopped and faced Percy, who now had his arms crossed.

"You have to stop this. Don't tell me what I want to hear”.

"What do you want me to say?”

"What you're really feeling. Does something hurt? Do you need anything?”

"Why are you always questioning me?”

"Because you're always trying to please me.”

"What's wrong with that?”

He looked at Percy, but Percy looked at him like he was going to explode. None of that happened, though. Percy took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again, an aura of calm was present. It was one of those moments where Nico knew he wasn't going to win, no matter what he did. So he let Percy lead him to the bathtub and lathered him up slowly and leisurely.

"You don't see the problem with that? Do you?" Percy asked distractedly, his hands sliding down between Nico's legs.

"Things have always been like this.”

"That's why I didn't go after you.”

"I don't think I understand.”

"I discovered that I... can't control myself around you. I made you act this way. I put you in this perfect, unbreakable little box. No one should live like that, according to someone else's wishes.”

"That's not true, I've always been like that.”

"Really? It took you five years to say all those things to me. If you didn't feel comfortable telling me how you felt before, what does that mean?”

Nico turned to face Percy, who had a distant look on his face, and realized that this bothered Percy more than he thought.

"I don't like fighting. I prefer things to stay that way.”

"Like what?”

"No conflict and no drama. I don't want to have to think about every step of the way. I just want to be with you and... satisfy you. Isn't that enough?”

"I can't do that." Then Percy grabbed his face and slid his fingers to the back of his neck, massaging it slowly and making him relax even more. "How can I be sure I'm not hurting you or stopping you from doing other things?”

"That's the point, isn't it? You feel guilty about wanting the same things I do.”

"Nico, don't torture me.”

"I'm not." He didn't think he was. "When I don't want... this thing we have, you'll know. 

"How?”

"I'll run away. Not like today. But, like, as if my life depended on it.

"Nico!”

"You know, when people try to get close to me, I usually feel suffocated. But when it's you, I just feel free and safe, even if I'm scared.”

Nico thought he was losing his mind, looking like a lunatic on the edge of a cliff. But it was the pure truth, what he looked for in all those faces, wasn't the beauty or the deep green eyes, no, it was always that feeling of security and stability, the comfort that Percy's arms always gave him. For those things were hard to emulate; if only he could have found this somewhere else, Nico wouldn't have felt so controlled and conditioned to do those things that Percy criticized so much, even though Percy had never asked for them. In the end, he understood what Percy was trying to imply; things would only get worse from now on, and they would probably continue this game of cat and mouse for a long time until he gave in. What could Nico do if Percy was the only one who made him feel this way, so free and trapped at the same time?

"Nico." Now Percy's voice sounded all hoarse and firm.

Opps. He looked down and saw that his hand was in Percy's lap, on top of the towel, but in a very strategic place.

"Why can't you tell me what's bothering you?”

He denied it, not ready to say what he really thought to Percy. Although he knew Percy felt something similar or worse. Nico had seen how much Percy had tried to get over him with other people, before and after he went to Italy. So, deep down, arguing was pointless. They needed a consensus.

"This will lead to nothing. I suggest a truce." Nico said, instead of explaining himself.

"Truce? This is not a war.”

"So why all we do is fight and have sex? I'd much rather just have sex.”

This brought a little smile to the corner of Percy's lips.

"What do you suggest?”

"l will... trust you and do whatever you ask if you stop questioning me.”

Now, Percy just looked sad.

"I don't want you to feel bad and cornered. I just worry. I want you to be the best possible version of yourself.”

"What if I just want to be the Nico who wants to be with Percy and not have to argue?”

"That's fine. We can do it your way. You have to promise me that if it's not working, you'll tell me.”

"I promise.”

All Nico could do was hope for the best and try to keep his end of the bargain.

***

When they woke up again, the sun was high in the sky, the morning already giving way to afternoon at a milder temperature. They were still in bed, his head on Percy's shoulder and Percy's arms around his waist. Finally, the silence was lasting more than five minutes. They didn't need to do anything or be anywhere other than there, where they had chosen to be.

"Hungry?" Nico heard Percy say quietly, his voice hoarse with sleep.

"No.”

"Not at all? Sally will come here soon, to see if we're still alive.”

That would be funny. Nico could even imagine Sally opening the door and catching them in bed like that, naked and hugging. It would be great. 

With this thought haunting him, Nico disentangled himself from Percy and sat down on the bed, feeling slightly dizzy but content, stretching until he fell backwards, closing his eyes. Maybe he needed something to eat. When was the last time? Had he even eaten anything at the party or just drunk?

"Tired?”

Nico sighed and gave in, knowing that his peace was about to end. He lay on his side of the bed and stared at Percy, who didn't look happy at all.

"Not much.”

"You know, I think we should create a system.”

"I think--”

"Every time you lie to me you will be punished.”

"You said you wouldn't doubt me!”

"It's not a doubt when I know the truth, when I see you lying to me.”

"What do you want me to do?”

"Tell the truth or say nothing at all.”

"Oh.”

"Are you going to spend the rest of your life keeping quiet to please me?”

That was a good question. It was hard to go back into the darkness when you could see so much light.

"This isn't funny." He muttered, feeling something inside his chest spread.

"Yeah. Imagine how I feel watching you lower yourself, being less than you could be.”

"I don't do it all the time.”

"No?”

"Only with you.”

Then Nico saw Percy reach out and touch his face in a light caress.

"I hate what I did to you, what your father did.” 

"You didn't do anything." His father, on the other hand, was a different story.

"I molded you into this perfect person who is afraid of offending anyone.” 

"That's not true! I…”

"I want you to scream if you want. I want you to hit me, to curse me if you feel like it. To revolt. Demand it. I never want to see you so hurt again.”

Maybe Percy was right. But did he really have to do these things? Wasn't something he could see himself doing.

"Don't get me wrong. You don't have to. But if you want to, or one day do these things, it's okay and completely normal”.

"Normal? How can doing these things be normal?”

"Gods." Percy hugged him tighter and leaned his head on Nico’s shoulder. "You don't have to be perfect. Do you understand that?”

But if he's not perfect, no one will like him. How could Nico not be what he already was?

"It's all right." Percy said, but Nico had the impression that Percy was saying this to himself.

In the end, Nico chose to keep quiet. What he had to say wouldn't make any difference, and maybe Percy was right. If he had nothing good to say, he'd better keep his mouth shut.

***

"Gods, what has Percy done to you?!”

As soon as they got downstairs, Sally greeted them with a loving smile and tight hugs. That is, that's what happened until Sally saw the bruise on Nico's neck; a bruise that was actually a well-placed hickey. 

"Mom, you're exaggerating.”

Nico, poor thing, looked between them, trying to understand what was going on. And Percy, like a good Samaritan, helped him to understand it. As if on cue, Percy put his hand on Nico's neck and Nico moaned. Whether it was pain, surprise or pleasure, was hard to tell. Whatever it was, it made his heart race and something else wake.

"Oh." Nico then said, bringing his hand up to his neck. "I didn't realize. It’s very ugly?”

"I wouldn't say that.”

He heard laughter behind him, but preferred to concentrate on Nico, who was frowning sweetly and taking his cell phone out of his pocket, looking at himself in the reflection of the screen.

"Percy! What were you trying to do? Tear off a piece?”

"You are not the only one." Percy opened the first two buttons of his shirt and showed his set of marks, small nails and the shape of teeth that went down until they disappeared inside his shirt.

"I... I didn't do this! Did I?”

"And much more.” 

Percy couldn't help himself, he laughed and pulled Nico into a hug, kissing his cheek. But everything seemed to be fine, because as soon as Percy hugged him, Nico melted against his shoulder, hugging him back.

"It's all right. You can bite me all you want, I like it. "And the way things were going, Nico liked it too.

Percy heard a snort and turned to look at Sally, who didn’t seem all that happy about the display of... affection.”

"Percy Jackson! That's not how you treat people.”

"It was something mutual. And if you must know, Nico started it. You can ask Annabeth, she was the first to see. See here? It was the first." And, right at the nape of his neck, where his hair was starting to grow long, there was a mark that was beginning to fade.

Nico hid his face in his shoulder and Sally crossed her arms. And before another wave of complaints arrived, Percy hurried over:

"Permission to maim?" Nico nodded yes, too embarrassed to face the room full of witnesses, which didn't stop the cursing, laughter and protests.

"That's enough." Sally raised one of her hands to her face and turned to Nico, making him raise his face. "Are you all right, darling? How was the party? Better than old times, no?”

Immediately, Percy knew something was wrong. Suddenly, Nico opened his mouth, about to say something and then closed it, cowering against his arms. The worst part was seeing Nico raise his head and look at him, as if waiting for Percy's permission for something, keeping his lips sealed tightly. He heard another gasp and realized that everyone was waiting for Nico to answer. Grover, Tyson and Sally all found Nico's behavior strange.

All that was left for Percy to do was smile and lead Nico into the living room to sit with him on the sofa.

"What's going on, hm?”

But all Nico did was deny it and look down at his lap, refusing to face him. 

"Please.”

This made Nico look between his eyelashes at him and take a deep breath: "I thought about what you said last night.” 

"About not lying?”

"About keeping quiet.”

Something in Percy's chest tightened at that moment, and hoping it wasn't what he thought, he asked: "Why would you keep quiet?”

"You said that if I was going to lie, I should keep quiet, and since I have nothing important to say, I'll do as you say.”

Percy thought he had stopped breathing. 

He wasn't serious! Who would follow such a ridiculous order? He just wanted to make Nico respond in any way other than accepting everything without protest, he wanted to make him react and see what was going on. And instead, Nico decided to go along with it in the worst possible way?

"Baby, please. I was wrong. I just wanted you to react.”

"React how?”

"In any way you want." Percy then smiled, trying to encourage Nico. "Come on, you can shout at me. You can swear at me. I've done something very bad. I deserve punishment.”

"Punishment?" Nico tilted his head like a confused puppy and moved closer. He kissed him on the lips in a sweet, gentle kiss and touched his hair, smiling angelically. "That's it. Your punishment.”

Percy wanted to cry. Why did everything he said seem to come out backwards? Or maybe it was Nico doing the best he could.

"Are you punishing me or  comforting me?”

"If I choose the punishment, you have to accept it.”

Percy let himself go and hugged Nico tightly, hearing him sigh with pleasure.

"I don't deserve you. I just wanted you to feel free to express yourself. You've been kept quiet for so long that I'm afraid the same thing will happen now.”

"I know." Nico murmured softly, looking pleased.

"What you have to say is important, always will be.” 

"I thought that if I kept quiet I wouldn't have to measure my words.” 

"Don't make me cry.”

"You're so silly. "Nico finally said, the only sincere thing in all that. "I made that decision. I had all the freedom in the world, but at the end of the day, I still missed you and the way things were.” 

In the end, life was about decisions and consequences. He continued to hug Percy and understood, Percy was as lost as he was in all this confusion, he understood that it was a period of adaptation and soon everything would return to normal. Now, what that normal was, they both had no idea, since they had never had a common friendship. 

"I'm sorry." Nico said again. "I think it's a period of adjustment. I'll try not to take everything you say so seriously.”

"I'm very happy about that." The truth was that Percy was relieved, thanking all the gods and deities for finding someone so understanding, although he would have liked Nico to be more combative. 

Don't get him wrong, Nico was one of the most independent and responsible people he had ever met, but what Nico had in the way of independence, he also had in the way of emotional dependence. And sometimes that emotional dependence was too heavy for him to carry alone, although he was willing to carry it for the rest of his life if it guaranteed that Nico would stay in his life.

"So, are we okay?" Nico asked, raising his head and peeking at him shyly.

"Of course, baby. As long as you are.”

Nico seemed immediately reassured. And if that’s what Nico wanted, Percy would do his best to sort things out. Obviously, asking hadn't worked it, nor had talking or pressuring. The way would be to do things the traditional way. Not that he knew what he was doing in the past, but if it’d worked before, it would work now.

Smiling, like nothing had happened, he guided Nico back to the kitchen and sat down next to him at the table, discovering too late that everyone had overheard his conversation with Nico. What could he do? Nico's well-being was more important than the disapproving looks. He knew he would soon see the reprimand, and if making a mistake was necessary to put right what he had done, then so be it! Percy would never regret putting Nico first.

"Pancakes or eggs?”

"Pancakes." Nico answered him. So pancakes it was. 

This was nothing new. Nico's favorite foods were sweet, and the savory ones had a nostalgic feeling, from the time when Nico's mother was still alive. So, next to the pancakes and the chocolate topping, Percy placed a cheese croissant in Nico’s plate, along with a glass of juice and a cup of coffee.

It was incredible. It seemed as if nothing bad had happened ten minutes ago. Nico took the first gulp from his coffee cup and smiled like it was the happiest day of his life, diving into his sugary pancakes next. And just like that, as if by magic, the atmosphere was friendly again, Nico chatting animatedly with Sally, while he, Grover and Tyson watched, trembling for the next feast they would be forced to attend.

"Dude, thanks for letting me stay. My mom's back.”

"You can stay as long as you like, it's your house. Why don't you pack a bag and stay until graduation? It won't be long now.

"If a whole year isn't too much..." Both he and Grover shrugged and Grover punched his shoulder amiably, making them both smile. It was a good idea, especially when he and Nico left; his mother would be alone and Grover would always be a great company.

"Really! What are you still doing in that house?”

"Yeah! There'll always be a room for you." Tyson finally deigned to join in the conversation, usually preferring to stay away from the drama. "You already work for us, what does it takes to be part of the family?”

"Do you think working is smiling at customers and taking them to the right table when others can't?”

"Of course it is. You even wear a nice suit and comb your hair with gel." Tyson continued, all too happy to mock Grover, back to their natural routine.

"Shut up! That's not even a uniform. Juniper likes it..." Grover's last words sounded very low, as if he was embarrassed.

And well, who was Percy to interrupt such a sweet and happy moment?

He turned to his food and took the first bite of his eggs, soft and lightly salted, just the way he liked them, and took a sip of his strong coffee without sugar or milk, noticing that Nico had already finished eating and was looking at him with a little smile on his face.

"What is it, hm? Do you want more?”

"No. I like to see you happy and having fun with your friends. You didn't used to do that.”

"It's true. I told you I had problems, didn't I?”

"I didn’t take it seriously. You always seem so determined and confident.”

"That doesn't mean I was right.”

"Hm." Nico murmured, thoughtfully. "I never thought about it from that angle. I think everyone has something to hide. Some people just hide it better.”

"That's just it. The more things we hide, the better actors we are, no?" Percy couldn't help himself, Nico was being so sincere that he deserved a reward. He pulled Nico by the scruff of his neck and kissed him right there in front of everyone, a kiss meant for four walls.

"What was that?" Nico said as soon as he caught his breath.

"A reward for an obedient baby.”

Blushing from head to toe, Nico just looked at him, giving him a cute little peck, but not complaining. What could he do? If that was how Nico understood it, then that was how it would be from now on.

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

So? I have the impression that Nico is becoming so dramatic… or is it Percy's view of him? Well, I think Nico thinks Percy is a bit dramatic too 🤣🤣🤣🤣 What's your opinion? Your comments help me to understand the weak points in the story so that I can rewrite it in the best way in the future.

Thanks for reading!