#atp i just write what sage tells me

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Rabies — Aleix/Max, Pedro/Oscar, Pol/Checo

Oscar was sprawled out on the bed, his phone in hand, scrolling through his hundreds of unread messages while Pedro sat at the edge, lost in thought. The room was peaceful, the soft hum of the evening air drifting in through the open window. Oscar had always appreciated these quiet moments with Pedro, even if they didn’t always need to talk.

But Pedro had a habit of breaking the silence in ways that always caught Oscar off guard.

Out of nowhere, Pedro leaned over and bit Oscar’s arm—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Oscar let out a startled laugh and jerk his arm away.

“Oi!” Oscar exclaimed, looking at Pedro with wide eyes. “What was that for?”

Pedro didn’t say anything right away, just looked at him with those dark, playful eyes, his lips quirking into a small grin. It was like he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

“You looked too comfortable,” Pedro finally said, his voice low and casual, as if biting his boyfriend was the most normal thing in the world.

Oscar raised an eyebrow, sitting up slightly to face Pedro. “Is this going to be a regular thing now? You biting me whenever you get bored?”

Pedro shrugged, his grin widening just a little. “Maybe.”

Oscar rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile creeping onto his face. He knew Pedro wasn’t one for grand gestures, but the small, playful moments like this always caught him by surprise. Pedro, for all his seriousness, had a mischievous streak that only came out when they were alone.

“Well, if you’re going to keep doing that, at least warn me next time,” Oscar teased, rubbing his arm where Pedro had left the faintest mark.

“No promises,” Pedro replied, shifting closer, leaning his head against Oscar’s shoulder. Oscar could feel the Spaniard’s teeth on his skin again. This time, he just held on, nibbling on the chunk he’d managed to grab, while Oscar shook his head, letting Pedro do whatever he pleased.

Aleix was sitting on the floor, legs stretched out in front of him, still aching from cycling earlier that day. Max was next to him, close but not quite touching, his energy buzzing in the room. They had been bantering back and forth all evening, Aleix giving as good as he got, but Max had that spark in his eyes — the one that usually meant trouble.

Aleix leaned back on his hands, glancing over at Max. "You’re too quiet. What’s going on in that head of yours?"

Max didn’t answer right away, just shifted closer, his eyes fixed on Aleix like he was plotting something. Before Aleix could react, Max leaned in, biting down on his shoulder — quick, sharp, but playful. It was enough to make Aleix jump and let out a startled laugh.

"Max!" Aleix exclaimed, pushing him away lightly but grinning all the same. "What the hell was that for?"

Max shrugged, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You looked like you needed it."

Aleix shook his head, rubbing his shoulder where Max had left a faint mark. "You're insane," he said, trying to sound exasperated but failing as warmth crept into his voice.

Max just smirked, leaning in close again, his lips brushing the spot he'd bitten. "You love it," he murmured.

Aleix let out a soft chuckle, pulling Max toward him. "You're lucky I do," he muttered, wrapping an arm around Max's waist and pulling him into his lap. Max settled in, his playful mood not quite gone but softer now, his head resting against Aleix’s chest.

For a moment, they were still, the quiet settling around them. Then Max looked up, that mischievous smile still tugging at his lips. "Next time, I might bite harder."

Aleix laughed, shaking his head. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

"Mhm!" Max grinned. "And you wouldn't have it any other way."

Oscar had talked plenty about Pedro and Max before they ever actually met. When Oscar finally introduced them, neither was quite sure what to expect. What they didn’t expect was how quickly they hit it off — both were fiercely competitive, a bit mischievous, and always looking for something to prove.

The three of them were hanging out at Oscar’s apartment, sprawled on the couch after a lazy afternoon. Max was talking about something Oscar had said about Pedro, and Pedro, sitting at the other end of the couch, was watching them both, amused by their banter.

“I don’t get how you two get along so well,” Oscar teased, stretching out beside Max. “You have nothing in common besides your biting problems.”

Max glanced at Pedro, his grin widening. “We should fight since Oscar doesn't want us to be friends.”

Pedro raised an eyebrow, face scrunching as he grinned. “Yeah? What’s the point?”

Max leaned back, pursing his lips. “I don’t know...”

Oscar, sitting between them, burst out laughing, shaking his head. “You two are ridiculous.”

Pedro, however, considered it for a moment, then shrugged. “Let’s fight then; we all know who'll win.”

Max’s grin only grew. “Me.” Without warning, he lunged across the couch and bit Pedro’s arm — not hard, just enough to make a point.

Pedro didn’t flinch, just looked at Max with a raised brow. “That’s it? You think that’s going to be enough?”

Oscar watched, wide-eyed but grinning, as Pedro leaned over and bit Max back, this time on the shoulder. Max yelped, more out of surprise than pain, but the challenge had been accepted.

“Alright,” Max said, rubbing his shoulder and laughing. “I see how it is.”

Oscar, still laughing, shook his head in disbelief. “This is the weirdest competition I’ve ever seen.”

Max shrugged, smirking as he sat back. “You started it by introducing us.”

Pedro grinned, stretching out and acting like nothing had happened. “At least now we know who bites harder.”

Max, still rubbing his shoulder, shot Pedro a playful glare. “I’ll get you next time.”

Pedro just smiled, the game clearly far from over. “Looking forward to it.”

Oscar groaned, a not very convincing annoyed look on his face as he stifled his laughs, throwing his hands up. “I’m never introducing you to anyone again, Pedro.”

Checo had long since grown used to Max’s strange habits. It had started practically the second he moved to Red Bull, just little things at first — random nudges, playful jabs. But then there was the biting. At first, Checo had thought it was just a one-off moment, something Max did as a joke. But no, it became a regular thing. Whenever Max felt comfortable or relaxed around him, he’d just bite — never too hard, just enough to catch Checo off guard.

By now, though, Checo wasn’t surprised.

They were sitting in the Red Bull garage after a long day of practice, both of them tired but winding down with casual conversation. Checo was leaning against the wall, eyes half-closed, his mind drifting somewhere between the next race and thoughts of home. Max was next to him, more animated, still in that post-practice buzz, unable to sit still.

Out of nowhere, Checo felt it — Max's teeth sinking lightly into his arm. He didn’t even flinch this time, just glanced down at Max with an unimpressed look.

“Really?” Checo asked, his voice dry but not annoyed.

Max looked up, grinning like a kid who had just gotten away with something. "What? You looked too comfortable."

Checo shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite himself. "You’ve been doing this for years now, and it’s still weird."

Max just shrugged, unapologetic. "You’re used to it."

Checo sighed, rubbing the spot where Max had bitten him but barely reacting anymore. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

Max leaned back in his seat, that mischievous glint still in his eyes. “I don’t hear you complaining,” he teased.

“I stopped complaining when I realized you weren’t going to stop,” Checo shot back, giving Max a playful nudge. “I’ve got kids, Max. If I can handle them, I can handle you.”

Max laughed, leaning his head back against the wall. “I’m basically the same as a kid, right?”

Checo shook his head, chuckling softly. "You’re worse." But there was warmth in his tone, that unspoken bond between them that had grown over the years.

Max flashed him a grin. “And yet, you still let me hang around.”

Checo couldn’t help but laugh, the tension of the day easing away. "Yeah, well, what are teammates for?"

"Wow. We aren't even friends?" The Dutchman frowned, though it was quickly replaced with a grin as he moved to bite down on the Latin man again.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Checo scolded, pushing back the younger man. "We're friends; I might just have to put tape on your mouth, though."

A few days after that, in a completely different part of the paddock, Pol was chatting with Checo and Max when he suddenly felt Max’s teeth sink into his arm. The reaction was instantaneous; Pol jumped away, eyes wide in shock.

“What was that for?” Pol exclaimed, rubbing his arm in disbelief.

Max, looking utterly pleased with himself, shrugged. “You looked bored.”

“Bored?!” Pol echoed, glancing at Checo for support, who was laughing too hard to help. “I was just listening!”

Checo managed to catch his breath long enough to say, “Welcome to the club, Pol. You’ll get used to it.”

Pol shook his head, still trying to process what had just happened. “Get used to being bitten? This is ridiculous!”

Max leaned closer, a playful glint in his eyes. “Just remember, it’s all in good fun.”

Pol looked back at Checo, who was still chuckling. “How do you deal with this?”

Checo smirked, leaning back against the wall. “You learn to embrace the madness.”

Pol sighed, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the smile tugging at his lips. “I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything.”

Later that evening, as they all gathered for dinner, the atmosphere was relaxed and filled with laughter. Oscar, Pedro, Aleix, Max, Checo, and Pol sat around a large table, enjoying each other’s company.

Max, sensing the playful mood, leaned over to Pol and whispered, “Hey, you look too comfortable.”

Before Pol could react, Max bit his arm again, eliciting a chorus of laughter from the table. Pol’s eyes widened, and he looked around incredulously. “Are you serious?”

Checo laughed, shaking his head. “You’re officially one of us now, amor.”

“Welcome to... I'm not even sute,” Oscar grinned, "they just bite us."

As the laughter continued and the teasing persisted, Pol couldn’t help but smile. He realized that this strange ritual of biting was just another way they all connected and maybe — key word maybe — he could get used to it after all.

[boyfhee]

moots as idols?

omg ask game :o it's been 55 years

these r mostly based on ppl ive talked quite a few times, but if ure a moot who isnt mentioned and would like to be, lmk and i'll gladly tell u which idol i associate u with

@ctrlemis : ART hmmm shuhua?? so so cool, like they're not afraid to say what's on their mind, and also v funny . also niki bc i think both of their energies match . MINGYU ure definitely the most stunning person to walk on earth

@amakumos : wonyoung / sunghoon / ningning, yun is so famous like she will always be famous . she's funny AND GOD SHE IS PRETTY TOO v nice tho!!!!! these four sit at the same table idk

@haerinz : rose FAE IS THE REASL FAMOUS MOOT HERE LIKE U WILL SEE HER EVERYWHERE IN EVERY OTHER SMAU . js like rose in in every pic like ??? mayb fae has powers to break ppl up....it's giving cupid's conflict yn (go read yun's works)

@maiverie : MOTHER LIKE KARINA i have nothing to say ab mai she can leave u speechless actually . but both her and karina r so...cool...and alien bc they're out of the world 😆☝️

@tyunni : atp i cant associate u with anyone other than riki BUT jay . no im not saying ure as smart as him but ure as cool as him . and jay is very cool like that's a fact from science . ALSO EUNCHAE idk u both r same atp

@jennaissantes : YUJIN AND YUNJIN three slayful girls together. i have no explanation here but lily just reminds me of yunjin and yunjin, AND IT'S VICE VERSA . guys do u know lily can sing...this was meant to be

@hoonvrs : the real heeseung moot everyone. if ure my hee moot ure my fav idk. gives very pretty girl vibes and i bet saint is one . heeseung bc i think she's good at a lot of things...idk it's just the energy, plus shes The comedian

@flwrshee : sunoo....lia....seungkwan, v cute and composed energy here (kwan is not composed i Know), like probably someone who can make u smile instantly, that's ri for u

@tnyhees : DINO hmm also minhee?? from gidle?? let's add jake too. v chaotic energy here, but again v cute i swear half of u r super cute. but chae is a rlly fun person to talk to, js like the ppl i mentioned above (me saying this as if i talk to those three on a daily basis)

@soobnny : SEUNGMIN AND JUNGWON WITH A HINT OF RYUJIN . first of all, sue, ure v cute and funny so seungmin and won card was guaranteed, and ryujin bc ure also super cool like omg be my friend :o ps. chaeryoung reminds me of u sm

@jaeyunverse : minghao and jay moot. the brain energy is over the roof here like yeah sage can help u write ur thesis 😍☝️ v intimidating at first and is equally insane, probably psychotic

@dokiyeom : aya ure so joshua and winter coded for me i cant even explain why but atp im convinced ure one of them. ik we havent talked much but from the limited conversations we've had so far, i can ure rlly welcoming and nice and sweet and id love to talk more w you

@heeliopheelia : JEONGHAN AND HEESEUNG MOOT fuck ure too sexy for this site what r u doing here? carly probably has three degrees and is pursuing a fourth one be honest bae this is how it is right? BC URE SO . COOL . LIKE COOL IN CAPS BOLD ITALICS . COOL . and ure funny . date when

[wayfayrr]

59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

you already know some of these ajhxsnsla

59 - both my gf for my gf I would never have met her if I didn't write so I'm vv happy she does know. <3 some friends also know, but I nearly died when my friends found out so no they would've never been told. basically I was screen sharing to plan a group trip and had my wips open in a different tab under a bad name so I had to do damage control because they assumed it was something very different ajajjsjsjs. and one made a Tumblr exclusively to fuck with me, Hi @hazel1-2 !!

43 - both really, I like some whump but there are characters and themes I'll draw the line at like with sky and cal who are both quite similar in personality to me - cal literally just having my personality atp for how I write him. while some themes hit to close and are actually quite painful to try and write </3

39 - for now I don't know if this'll ever be finished to post but here's a snippet for past cannibros from sky's pov

...It is Sage drunk?

Why would he ever leave himself outside vulnerable like this? actually…

"You know, Wars said that I usually get more open with what I’ve been dealing with. Who’s to say that Sage isn’t the same?”

“...And if he isn’t?”

“We can deal with that if it comes to that.”

[yostresswritinggirl]

Psychology and Literature are literally my 1st and 2nd option, but i went with my 3rd option which is comeng (shocker, i wanted to be a game developer but all i ended up with are dead braincells)

But yeah when i finished writing my brainrot i was like "fuck this doesn't sound like kavetham anymore" since at the time i couldn't think of a way how kaveh could enter here (since i legit do not know anything about his character other than being broke and acting like an old married couple with alhaitham) (also i didnt know we had similar brainrots so oops)

Anyways adding to the brainrot, i just checked the wiki and "Stark defender of the arts" caught my attention. Like the possibilities this just opened, like what if while the reader was being ridiculed by the sages for the nth time, and the reader being fed up with it is on the brink of tears but at the same time fuming with rage.

Then kaveh who just happened to be passing by heard everything from miles away, defends the reader from the sages, and before the sages could rebute kaveh takes their hand and run leaving behind the sages who could only do was shout threats at them for being disrespectful.

Once the cost is clear he asks the reader if theyre ok and helps them calm down, he could ask more about their topic as a way to help them get the incident out of their mind. The reader seems hesitant but gives in cause he really seemed to be interested, so they give in and reader ends up rambling to kaveh the whole day and they get into a flow where they talk about the arts, and at the end kaveh can also be the one that says to not let the akademiya to crush their dreams and to follow what their heart wants.

They part ways after that and after receiving kind words and advice from someone, who they didnt know but was genuinely interested in their topic, the reader thinks for a long time before they ultimately decide to leave the akademiya.

After you dropout, Kaveh who was busy with his thesis tries to look for you, out of worry and out of fondness, he wants to ask you if you were doing better now and seeing how you were passionate for art like he is he wanted to befirend you, as it probably isnt everyday you get to see another student so passionate about a topic the akademiya deems as "foolish"

Only to realize he didnt ask for your name, so he goes around the akademiya to ask if anyone knows you and where he can find you, he then talks to one of the readers classmates who goes "Ah them they havent attended class for weeks now, betting they dropped out or smth after all seeing from their thesis paper they didnt have what it takes to be in the akademiya"

Kaveh literally has to keep himself from punching the living daylights out of them, cuz excuse me wtf, but he leaves right away after not wanting to get into a fight, leaving with a pang of regret for not meeting you earlier but also he's happy that it seems that you have atleast followed what makes you happy.

Bonus: Alhaitham heard everything, thought it was a shame you left the akademiya but it was your own free will, but what got his attention was fhe snide remark your classmate said, normally he wouldnt care about this things, but this time its different and he makes a mental note to sure to make it a hard time for the said classmate during their stay in the akademiya (he's a menace you cant tell me otherwise)

- Lady in the lake anon

(P.S I feel like my brain rots are getting sidetracked from kavetham and just start thinking about individual fics 💀 Hope this brainrot if you can still call it that since it feels like a fic atp made sense 😭)

(P.P.S I also have a brainrot about the reader writing a book that ends up in the house of daena, It's angst and would have included it here if this long enough already)

(P.P.P.S Also congrats on 4k followers! You really deserve it since your writing is literally the best)

(small but major spoiler for 3.2 in this post)

You went with *wheezes* You took your father's (Cactus) route hahaha he's computer sciences

Oh yeah I guess that makes sense, I forgot Kaveh is technically barely even a character yet so it he's still quite hard to write for others *looks at Pervases* but you just reminded me that I actually also haven't read much into Kaveh

Now I see where the artistic reader came from (and where all those Kaveh x Nilou shippers popped up from) and huh it really does make sense, but now after several inputs I think I got a good grasp on the reader for the poly Kavetham now - but the thought of Alhaitham messing with the others, man if this was on the canon timeline, imagine the shit he can do as the temporary sage

You should get into writing too, it seems you have a sense for something like that yourself aha (thank you for the kind words!)