#is it just peck and silvia

[tophats-tea]

where are my boopable mutuals

[satoruhour]

Hiii!!! I absolutely LOVE your jjk racer au's and am dying for more!!! Could you do one of megumi this time? It can be how they meet or anything really<3 absolutely love all your works and hope your having a great day!!

a/n: hi baby yess thank you for the support <3 i know you’ve been liking my stuff pretty often but im so sorry to have taken so long to get to this! i hope you like it 🥹 / part of the racer!jjk au universe, megs and reader both in uni / 0.9k

[9:02pm, megs 🖤🏁]: hi angel. also you still studying?

there’s a text that comes in from megumi one school night, but you don’t see its contents when your head stays in your hands from the sheer stress of trying to cramp everything before an important exam tomorrow. nothing’s going in, however, from how distracted you seem to be with what questions would appear, whether you’d have enough time, if—

[9:05pm, megs 🖤🏁]: hey, look out your window

your confusion immediately melts away when you hear the rev of an engine along the barren road of the street you stay on, and your breath releases upon seeing the familiar head of black-hair peeking out from the window, a small smile etched onto his face. with a beckoning hand from you, his head tilts and you know what he’s asking. parents not home?

you shake your head, making out an eating gesture, went out for dinner.

it was unfortunate, how they saw megumi as just another bad influence, especially from how racing was still fairly taboo in japan. ‘give it a hundred years and they’ll still be bad for you, the culture, the pollution.’ you can’t bother to hear the rest of your parents’ explanation when you tell them you’ve started dating fushiguro megumi, but thankfully they’re too busy to care about whether your life goes to shit or not.

but you’re lucky megumi treats you like the moon treats the sun: taking the backseat while you rant about that annoying professor. he treats you like painters do to their muse: gentle, delicate, a million memories of your anatomy burned into his brain from how long he’s stared at you.

in a minute, he’s knocking on your front door and you’re there in half, smiling wide to welcome him, albeit with a tension in the corners of your lips. 

“let’s go drift, c’mon.”

you frown, not letting the calming brush of this thumb against the back of your hand change your mind, “i can’t, megs. got studyin’ to do.”

megumi has gotten bolder the more he’s been with you, although still with shaky hands and a speeding heart. he brushes the hair out of your face, knitted eyebrows and red eyes seemingly permanently there from how much you’ve looked at your notes.

“do you actually remember anything you’ve studied, my love?” he’s the one to frown now, fingers gliding down to your cheeks and jaw. it’s comfortable there from how you lean into his touch, and you want to stay there forever, but you only sigh, head falling forward to collide with his chest while his lips make contact with your hair — when you shake your head, you can only feel the smile growing on the other’s face.

“go put my jacket on,” megumi pecks your head and you roll your eyes beneath him because he’s always right and you hate it sometimes, but that reality check is good when you can’t shove the logarithm equations into your brain and your boyfriend is a racer, “let’s go for a drive, hm?” clad in the denim jacket you kept with you on your last visit, megumi’s cold hands hold yours as he drags you to his car, a 2001 Nissan Silvia S15 with some dark blue finishing.

within minutes, you’re already putting exams and notes and studying behind you, laughing in the passenger seat with megumi smiling too, easily driving to the mountain he’s always trained at. with a nod toward you, his eyes just look for yours, a mix of question and ardour that always seem to get the message across. ready?

the drift up the mountain is filled with secret glances and hurting cheeks and the screeching tires of his Nissan, experienced enough to look away from the road to return those glances to you every time he makes a turn and you’re looking like everything right in this moment. megumi can only hope it’s the same for you.

at the mountain’s peak, megumi can hardly hold himself back when you’re staring across the cityscape against his car, eyes sparkling from the moonlight and the blue finishing of the car reflecting against your jaw from below — he feels his breath be fully taken away just like the first time his father had taken him drifting, but it doesn’t (never) compares to whenever he looks at you.

with a hand pulling you away from the vast scenery, megumi fully believes his heart stops when your eyes are torn away from the city lights, focusing only on the other. there’s a soft smile on your face and he leans in, palms clammy and his heart going faster than his Nissan in a race — his lips finally meet yours before you arms wrap around the racer, humming into the kiss. megumi props you on the hood on his car easily, standing between your legs as oxygen begins to become scarce.

“you know we could’ve just kissed at my house, y’know?”

the tips of megumi’s ears redden and you laugh, playing with the neckline hem of his t-shirt, “yeah. well— i couldn’t have one night out with my girl?” 

it’s said so grumpily and quietly that you almost don’t catch it, but the tranquillity of the mountains provides you with uninterrupted silence, save for the chatter of the cicadas and the occasional call of the night birds. the little statement makes you only grin bigger as you prop your feet onto the front bumper, pulling him in by the belt loops.

megumi thinks you’ve only gotten more attractive by doing that, you shiver when his hands go back to your face — the both of you so oblivious to each other's desire for the other.

“yes we can, especially when i want to spend more time with my racer boyfriend, too.”

[spa3rk-yay]

Do you remember when we were both younger

You pulled me aside in your sister's house

And showed me a photo of yourself

When you were young like me

Your cheeks were rosy and colored

Even I could tell with that black-and-grey filter

And I looked just like you

When I was in middle school I joined a club

It was a gardening club, we planted in front

Of the school and grew plants native to Texas

I went home with the knees of my pants

green and brown from the blood of the earth

You liked to garden, you told me once

Once we moved out of that trailer home

You planted plants inside the house and out

And let me help you massage the roots

And let me dig up hole for your store-bought plants

While you watered them daily and put fences around them

So that the chickens wouldn't kill them with their pecking

When I was younger, I liked to read thick books

I have a library now, on two shelves in my room

You don't know the types of books I hide in there

You told me once while I was reading something on my phone

(Not things I'd show even to Silvia)

That you used to like to read as well

I once told you a summary of a book I wrote

A poorly executed argument over

And you told me to find you a Spanish version for you to read

I told you

It's a play, I don't think it'll be easy to read

And you said

Oh well, either way I like to read

I think I'll buy you the Spanish version if I find one

And give it to you on your birthday

Instead of a plant or lotion or perfume

You once had a cat named Minina

She was a Siamese cat, and you loved her

I have a cat named Kit-Kat

She's not any particular breed, but she's the

Daughter of the cat we brought that were

Meant to kill the rats eating our chickens'

Eggs, and who we thought were both males

She sticks to me like clingy child

And you've told me she gets sad when I'm not around

You sometimes call her Minina too

And she also follows you into your room

And sleeps in your bed when you're not feeling well

I think she also suspects the same thing as me

And she thinks we are copies of each other

Sometimes I wonder if one day when I'm older

I'll look just the same as you

I'll have the same wrinkles and lines

And I'll have the same voice and tone

I think then I'll feel sad

Because by then you'd be gone

And I don't think I can handle that right now

So I'll leave this stanza as it is

Am I foil to you? Am I what would have happened

If instead of living your life as you did

You had lived my life with more opportunities

Do you think that as well

When you see me getting ready for college

When you saw me going to high school

When you listen to me speak English like that's

My native tongue and not Spanish

Do you feel bitter? If you do, you hide it well

I can hardly tell, and I'm scared of losing your love

We are both tired

I sleep when you sleep

After school and after work

I think we're both sad

And that's why we're tired

So many expectations

And hopes and dreams

And none will come true

I'll make them come true

I'll do it for you

I am your copy

[jxrm]

book log - 2023 (continued)

the good lie by a.r. torre

something wilder by christina lauren

pineapple street by jenny jackson

drinking games by sarah levy

the housemaid by frieda mcfadden

full disclosure by camryn garrett

the dream job by kiersten modglin

never lie by frieda mcfadden

the silent woman by minka kent

hidden pictures by jason rekulak

girl in trouble by stacy claftin

the waitress by nina manning

xoxo by axie oh

yellowface by r.f. kuang

unmissing by minka kent

the rise by shari king

take me home tonight by morgan matson

the best lies by sarah lyu

arsenic and adobo by mia p. manansala

our missing hearts by celeste ng

the locked door by frieda mcfadden

where the crawdads sing by delia owens

the couple at table six by daniel hurst

survive the night by riley sager

the wife upstairs by freida mcfadden

one of us is dead by jeneva rose

five little indians by michelle good

the push by ashley audrain

i’ll stop the world by lauren thoman

silver nitrate by silvia moreno-garcia

romantic comedy by curtis sittenfield

the maidens by alex michaelides

every last secret by a.r. torre

the headmaster’s list by melissa de la cruz

last summer at the golden hotel by elyssa friedland

the collective by alison gaylin

one true loves by taylor jenkins reid

the trade off by sandie jones

my summer darlings by may cobb

the last housewife by ashley winstead

good rich people by eliza jane brazier

the club by ellery lloyd

phantom limb by lucinda berry

the night shift by alex finlay

layoverland by gabby noone

the writing retreat by julia bartz

never never by colleen hoover

reckless by cecily von ziegesar

the family game by catherine steadman

just say yes by maxine morrey

a pho love story by loan le

the birthday girl by melissa de la cruz

local woman missing by mary kubica

the last to vanish by megan miranda

yolk’s on me by d.t. henderson

the housemaid’s secret by frieda mcfadden

happy people are annoying by josh peck

the fraud squad by kyla zhao

wrong place wrong time by gillian mcallister

the grayson legacy by boris bacic

remarkably bright creatures by shelby van pelt

the couple in the cabin by daniel hurst

yerba buena by nina lacour

the ex by frieda mcfadden

notorious by cecilyn von ziegesar

layla by colleen hoover

the inmate by frieda mcfadden

last night at the telegraph club by malinda lo

the friend zone by abby jimenez

how to american by jimmy o. yang

lunar love by lauren kung jessen

the it girl by crackly von ziegesar

what lies in the woods by kate alice marshall

queen of thieves by beezy march

weather girl by rachel lynn solomon

the perfect marriage by jeneva rose

my sister, the serial killer by tonkin braithwaithe

things we never got over by lucy score

like me by hayley phelan

do not disturb by frieda mcfadden

for the love of friends by sara goodman confino

reckless girls by rachel hawkins

ghost 19 by simone st. james

the winter people by jennifer mcmahon

please join us by catherine mckenzie

under the whispering door by t.j. klune

the bookstore sisters by alice hoffman

lessons in chemistry by bonnie garmus

the new year’s party by daniel hurst

the house in the cerulean sea by t.j. klune

trixie and katya’s guide to womanhood by trixie mattel

i kissed shara wheeler by casey mcquiston

horrorstor by grady hendrix

yours truly by abby jimenez

happy place by emily henry

the soulmate by sally hepworth

i have some questions for you by rebecca makkai

what happened the ruthy ramirez by claire jimenez

mad honey by jodi picoult

really good, actually by monica heisey

the ballad of songbirds and snakes by suzanne collins

the lightning thief by rick riordan

harry potter and the philosophers stone by j.k. rowling

the sea of monsters by rick riordan

the titan’s curse by rick riordan

harry potter and the chamber of secrets by j.k. rowling

the battle of the labyrinth by rick riordan

harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban by j.k. rowling

the last olympian by rick riordan

the lost hero by rick riordan

harry potter and the goblet of fire by j.k. rowling

the son of neptune by rick riordan

the mark of athena by rick riordan

harry potter and the order of the phoenix by j.k. rowling

harry potter and the half blood prince by j.k. rowling

harry potter and the deathly hallows by j.k. rowling

harry potter and the cursed child by john tiffany

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Hidden Oracle: Chapter 21 (SPOILERS)

I gotta keep these posts short. They're starting to become essay-length.

I just realized that if the building that the Romans parleyed with the Greeks on belonged to Triumvirate Holdings, and Reyna was still in charge of the legion at that time, then that means Reyna was in league with Triumvirate. I don't like where this is going... I still have faith in her, but this makes things interesting...

"Moments later, I would be found dead with a knife in my back. That would be exciting!" Yes, it would! Murder mystery time! (Keep it short, I say. *Proceeds to record my thoughts on the smallest, unnecesary details*)

"four other Pythias--" "There is only one Pythia--you. Delphi is absolutely unique." "So these other four non-unique Oracles..." LMAO this whole multiple Oracles situation with Rachel is too funny.

So we now know the five Oracles: Rachel's Pythia of Delphi, the Grove of Dodona, Ella's Sibylline Books (written by Sybil of Cumae), the Oracle at Erythaea, and the Cave of Trophonius. Five Oracles for five books.

Wait, the hippie lady was Rhea? Wasn't Rhea chillin' in Rome with Tiberius lookin' like Audrey Hepburn? Annabeth and Percy met them when she was following the Mark of Athena. I guess that must be her Roman aspect.

"Emperor Theodosius ordered the last oak cut down in--" D'you think Theodosius might be one of the Triumvirate? Idk, he wasn't a result in the Read Riordan emperor quiz, though. Also, "Rhea has not been seen for millennia." Annabeth chatting it up with Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck:

Okay, so it turns out the Rhea Silvia and Tiberinus (not Tiberius) that Annabeth talked to have no relation to Rhea the goddess. They just have the same name. Lovely.

"write it down for posterity" POSTERITY (n.): all future generations of people

How is the Triumvirate trying to control the Oracles, anyway? Do they just point a gun at it and say, "Give me a good prophecy!" Idk how they're making it work. Magic, probs.

[smoke-flowers-night-swimmers]

Remember when Percy and Annabeth meet Tiberinus (Gregory Peck) and Rhea Silvia (Audrey Hepburn) and Annabeth looks at Tiberinus a little too long and Percy gets jealous? Because I do

[hollyharper]

The King and His Queen

Earth 147 Era 5

Vailiki pulled herself from the bed. Damian whined softly as she left. She crossed to the large balcony. Wrapping a robe around herself, she pushed up the door and settled into the morning light. In the plaza below, young recruits trained with Lady Silvia. Her mother was striking, but far more fear inducing. If it wasn’t for the similarities in build and skin tone, Vailiki would never have believed that fearsome woman was her mother. Rose Wilson strood across the yard. Her silver hair blew loosely in the wind. Ravager lifted her head to the balcony.

The older girl gave a teasing salute. “Are you going to stay in bed all day, or come train?”

Vailiki chuckled.

“Come on, sis.” Rose said with a smirk.

Vailiki froze. She had known of Rose for years, but just like her parents, she had never felt any attachment. Something in her swelled at being called ‘sister’.

“I’ll be down in a minute.”

The robe hit the floor a second after the door closed.

“Beloved?” Damian muttered, triedily reaching for her.

“Not now.” She soothed.

He groaned, barely awake.

“Go back to sleep.” She whispered, trailing a hand across his back.

Damian sighed softly, and rolled deeper into the bed. Vailiki slipped into her armor, the new emerald suit. It was rewarding to finally wear the shining green and gold she had been promised as a child. Guards moved to attention as she passed. Just two days ago, they wouldn’t have paid her mind. Two days ago she was just another in their ranks. Now she was at the top of the pecking order, second only to Damian. She swelled with pride, and for the first time allowed it to show.

Rose leaned against one of the many support pillars. “Didn’t think you’d come hang with the low crowd.” She teased with a hint of affection in her voice.

“I didn’t think you cared.” Vailiki shot back.

“Hey.” Rose warned. “It’s rude to assume.”

“Then clarifly.” Val ordered, her voice taking on a new commanding tone.

“I didn’t know you existed.” Rose stated. “Catch.” She tossed an unsheathed katana Vailiki’s way.

Val extended her arm, and caught the blade. Rose pulled hers from its sheath and slowly started to circle. Val fell into the pace. Rose tossed her mask aside, and playfully stretched, sword in hand. Vailiki lunged forward, swinging her blade as if enraged. Rose easily pareyed. She sidestepped and bashed her knee into Val’s stomach. Val groaned.

“Just because you’re using a sword, doesn’t mean you don’t use other weapons.” Rose instructed.

Vailiki drove foard again, feverishly swinging her blade. Rose continued to effortlessly block the blows.

“You’re letting your emotions get the best of you.” Rose tapped her blade agent Vailiki's neck, just enough to draw blood.

“I thought you would be trained better.”

She was. Vailiki knew it. She was clumsy. That’s what came from nearly two years without a proper sparring partner.

“I am.” She muttered.

Rose nodded. “I can get you up to speed.”

The morning was spent exchanging blow after blow. By the time the sun was high in the sky, and Vailiki’s stomach had taken to growling, they began to tire.

“Val.” Damian called.

Vailiki deflected another blow. She broke away from the combat, and darted to his side.

“Yes?”

“Are your bags packed?”

She nodded. “I packed everything last night.”

He gave a small smile as a thank you.

“Dami, are we leaving?” She asked, glancing back at her older half-sister.

“This afternoon.” He replied. He hesitated, then pressed a quick to her forehead.

“How about you join us for a match?” Rose invited.

“I can’t. There are a few more arrangements I have to make before we leave.”

Val sighed.

“Later, Beloved.” He gave her another loving touch, before marching back inside.

“I’m curious.” Rose said, leaning back against the post. “What’s it like being married to the demon’s head?”

Vailiki sighed. “I don’t really know.’

“Hmmm?”

“He’s been busy nearly the whole time we’ve been here, league business.”

Rose nodded. Val stared after him, before slowly turning back to her opponent. Her stomach roared.

“Let’s go get lunch.” Rose slung an arm over Vailiki’s shoulders. “I want to talk with my little sister more.”

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Teenage Dirtbag

(Cormac x Jeanie)

Warnings: fluff and smut

A/N: Cormac feels bittersweet about his abnormal teenage years, but a tryst at the abandoned O'Keefe's College with Jeanie changes his mind about what never was.

The last of my birthday weekend self-indulgent drabbles. I dug deep and pulled Cormac back to the front of the closet to wear just for today.

Jeanie inhaled the scent of moss and rain that filled the air around the abandoned boarding school. If it weren't for Cormac, Hannah and Brett this was surely how her own building would end up in a few years. She didn't mind the dynamic it created between her and her boyfriend, or that the purchase was for some ulterior scientific motive. She got to keep the kids and her job, and he got to maintain one of the last untapped portals.

Now they were in Galway where everything started. Or, as Jeanie pointed out once she knew the stories, Cormac’s friends gaslit him for an entire semester.

“That's how comic book villains are born,” she watched as he turned on the power grid and fumbled around with his necklace.

“I suppose,” his catch phrase, “But even Tony Stark created a murder robot. He scrunched his nose and scratched his head in the most adorable way. Then something clicked.

“Tony Stark is a murder robot.”

A calming female voice responded before Cormac had the chance. “Tony Stark is more closely related to a cyborg than a robot. Good morning, Cormac. Jeanie.”

“See how she uses disdain when she speaks to me?! Jarvis doesn't speak like that.”

“Silvia doesn't have disdain for you. She's a computer program.”

Jeanie and Silvia spoke collectively, “I'm an artificial intelligence system.” The schoolteacher pointed at nothing as if to say even they can agree on her being beyond just a program.

“I'm also not female or male, I am a sexless non-binary system. You decided to gender me when you were fourteen years old based on the voice modulation you placed inside of me. I have no body or sexual organs.”

“You just got out Cormac’d!” Jeanie teased as his cheeks grew rosy.

“Come on, I'll show you around.”

----

The next few hours were like visiting a museum of Cormac’s memories. He admitted that he had the ability to go to university much earlier than most anticipated, but he hung around because he actually enjoyed the small group of friends he accumulated his years at O’Keefe’s. Even if his relationship with Martin, the resident Draco Malfoy, was contentious. Even if they were understaffed, underfunded and simply unable to accommodate any real science program. He felt a sense of duty to the school that kept him safe when his Nan could not.

“I could have gone with my mum’s side in Dublin if I wanted. My aunt was just worried what I might just get up to if I did.”

“What, like a criminal?” Jeanie burst into a fit of giggles picturing Cormac in a life of crime. Although.. “That's the Delaneys, right?” Jeanie pondered. “Gordon and I knew some Dublin Delaneys.”

“That's like knowing a Smith.”

They had circled back around to his old dorm room where they had dropped off all their gear for China. Jeanie lingered on the old desk having perched on the corner. Her arms hugged around herself against the draft. Cormac sat comfortably on his old bed stretched out with his arms towards the wall behind him. An aged and browning poster of a full moon above his head.

Jeanie grimaced at the water stains underneath him and tried to hide her disgust. “At least I hope those are water stains,” she joked.

Cormac moved his knees apart and stared down at the bed, “Jaysus, love, what kinda stains d’ye t’ink t’ey are?!”

Jeanie raised an eyebrow. Cormac’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “If you need t’know, I was a shower wanker.”

He was so matter of fact, like he was about everything, Jeanie snorted. Still he made a big production of unpacking his massive sleeping bag and rolling it out along the mattress. He smoothed out the nylon, and presented it to his girlfriend for her to sit down finally.

As Jeanie settled in, Cormac stuffed his hands between his legs and his face flushed. “Do you have a boner right now?! Wait, because I'm on it bed? Is this some.. Puberty regression? AM I THE FIRST GIRL WHO SAT HERE?!” Jeanie couldn't help but squeal.

“NO! Hannah and Tara have sat here loads of times.”

“Yeah, but have you touched their vaginas?”

“JEANIE!”

“CORMAC!”

Jeanie played along and stole a kiss. Her lips pecked his briskly, but then again. They lingered longer so her tongue could sneak just inside his welcoming mouth. She may as well have waged war.

Cormac pushed his own tongue deep inside of his girlfriend’s mouth. As their tongues battled for the upper hand, Jeanie clung to his shirt and laid back on the bed pulling him along with her. She ran her hands under his tee-shirt up his back to dig her nails into his shoulder blades. His forearms on either side of her to prop himself up.

Cormac situated himself inside of Jeanie's legs that drew up alongside his hips. Still fully clothed as they kissed heavily. His belt buckle got trapped by the button of her jeans as they fought to come undressed. Both laughed at the absurdity of acting like horny teenagers simply because they were in a childhood bedroom.

Still, Cormac finally undid Jeanie's pants and tugged them over her hips to her ankles. He was clumsy at the laces of her boots which he gave up on and just yanked off and tossed somewhere in the room. Up on his knees, he threw both shirts he wore over his head. He fumbled with his belt and pants, standing only to strip them off before climbing back on top of Jeanie now in her bra and panties.

The cold air pimpled their flesh, but they ignored it when their kisses commenced. Jeanie’s hands were enmeshed in Cormac’s soft, dark hair. His lips and tongue started to wander to the base of her throat which he nipped and sucked where he could feel her pulse beat under his warm mouth. A brief moment she thought he would bite harder for fun; then he did. All the while he palmed the fabric of her panties in quick succession.

Jeanie’s breath caught at how brazen Cormac was being in broad daylight. Out in the open on top of the sleeping bag instead of in it. The static from portaling that ran through his nerves just under the skin passed on to her. Her brain was too fuzzy with desire to tell if the heat on her sex and clit was from the rapid friction or just the electricity Cormac emitted.

Jeanie couldn't even focus beyond the sensation. Her fingers and hands with a mind of their own drew his boxers down to expose his bare ass to her touch. She used it to draw his no longer secret erection into her entrance. Cormac’s hand and her panties in the way. He happily let her go so he could start pushing into the fabric with the head of his cock. Her ankles locked on his waist so her heels could dig into his lower back. They urged him to rut faster in spite of their underwear.

As klutzy as Cormac was with her jeans and boots, his long fingers were experts at undoing Jeanie’s bra. He kissed her shoulders and arms behind the straps he pulled off to expose her breasts. Breasts his mouth consumed hungrily. His tongue circled and practically inhaled one of her nipples before alternating to the other. He sucked in time to his bucks.

Jeanie deigned to speak, her words punctuated by Cormac’s movements. “I'm.. really..” she moaned “Cold.”

She was, he realized all of a sudden. With more laughter and flourishes, the two managed to zip themselves snug inside the sleeping bag. Jeanie's panties and Cormac’s underwear discarded in the process. Their bodies pressed to each other while his cock pushed into her thigh. The heat was immediate, in more ways than one.

They laid on their sides and faced one another. Cormac’s leg tangled around Jeanie's lower one. Her leg closest to the ceiling wrapped around his hip. Her calf draped along his ass while her hand reached between their bodies and took hold of his shaft. She positioned it just outside her entrance that ached to be filled. All the blood in her body swelled there.

Cormac gazed downwards at her hand, his breathing uncontrolled as Jeanie guided him again inside. Without any more instruction, he thrust inside of her so far and sharply that his pelvis collided with hers. Then he pulled almost completely out and sheathed himself to the hilt again. He repeated this over and over until they found a rhythm. Hips and sexes crashed like meteors with each powered motion.

Jeanie could only hold on. Her nails felt inches deep in Cormac's muscles along his shoulders. she had fleeting thoughts that yesterday wasn't his first time. That he lied perhaps out of embarrassment thinking he was no good.

Except he was, she was out of practice. The last time she had sex this good was.. She didn't want to think of him now. He was gone, Cormac was here. His forehead pressed into her jaw and cheek as he pounded into her. It only just dawned on her his glasses were on, bent at an unnatural angle in the crook of her neck. He didn't like to travel with his contacts in.

At this angle, Cormac hit Jeanie's clit every time he lost himself in her tightening walls. He was silent except for snorts of heavy air like a horse that escaped his nose. Both of them covered in a sheen of sweat until that lightning shot through Jeanie’s body. She coiled and recoiled and drew her boyfriend to her as she came. Cormac’s name echoed off the empty walls.

Not much longer until he did the same with a shudder and a muddled, husky “fuck” in Jeanie's shoulder. Cormac's body trembled which took her aback. Whether it was from the post-orgasm rush, or emotions, she didn't ask. Instead they held onto one another and babbled mindlessly until they fell asleep in the sleeping bag.

It was loud thunder and SILVIA through the old PA system that startled the couple awake.

“Cormac. Jeanie. May I suggest you leave as soon as possible? There is an approaching electrical storm that will surely affect the magnetic field produced by portal travel.”

They rushed to get dressed and repacked. Cormac was annoyed, “If you knew. SILVIA, why the hell didn't you tell me before?”

“Coitus interruptus. Perhaps Ms Turner feels I dislike her, but I can't imagine how much animosity she would display towards me should I interfere with your sexual intercourse. She's already jealous of our long-standing relationship”

Jeanie felt highly uncomfortable at that moment, watched even. Cormac was incensed. “SILVIA.” Then he shut her off, and they were bound for China.

Tag: @robertsheehanownsmyass @elliethesuperfruitlover @super-unpredictable98 @forenschik @slutforrobbiebro @frogs--are--bitches @nightmonsters @bisexualnathanyoung @bwritesstuff @rob-private

[ninekings]

i was tagged by @mandalorr what a queen <333

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better

Name/Nickname: rachel

Gender: woman (she/her) 

Star sign: pisces sun, scorpio moon, gemini rising

Height: 5′2

Time: it’s 1:45pm for me

Birthday: feb 25!!

Favorite bands: the maine, cold war kids, mcr, mother mother, the mountain goats, death cab for cutie 

Favorite solo artists: hozier, orville peck,,, tbh i don’t listen to a lot of solo artists

Song stuck in your head: verbatim by mother mother, scotty doesn’t know by lustra, and all the things she said by tatu sdfhkhdj

Last movie: love actually (the only valid christmas movie besides bridget jones’s diary)

Last show: supernatural, unfortunately

When did I create this blog: oh my god this is actually so beyond embarrassing but in like 2012 i saw people posting about the m*shapocalypse and my middle school brain thought it was the funniest thing ever so.... now i’m trapped here <3

What I post: i try to stick to mostly pretty pictures bc that makes me happy but lately i have Not been able to shut up about supernatural so.... sorry abt that (this blog has truly seen it all tho.... if any of y’all remember me as anotherpointlessmcrblog circa 2013,,, good times. i also was a marvel and lord of the rings blog at 1 point + that’s where ninekings comes from lol)

Last thing I googled: how to format a block quote in MLA 

Other blogs: none that are active anymore

Do I get asks: no but pls come talk to me!! i have lots of Thoughts about supernatural at the moment but pls feel free to message me about anything xoxo

Why I chose my url: i accidentally answered this earlier but it’s a lotr reference but it’s also vague enough that i can also pass it off as like just aesthetic yk

Following: around 200! if anybody has any good aesthetic/fashion blogs pls send them my way

Followers: ~1350 but i think like 85% of that is from long-abandoned blogs so there are like 30 ppl at most who see my posts at this point. i rly just chat into the void in the tags 

Average hours of sleep: i just finished finals and i smoke too much sooooo lately i’ve been averaging around 12-14

Lucky number: 7

Instruments: piano, violin, and guitar. haven’t touched any of them in years tho 

What I’m wearing: my male manipulator fit (faded t shirt, flannel, beanie + as a bonus, my clear plastic glasses) and booty shorts that say “enemy of the state”, courtesy of @ayahoes

Dream job: ummm i literally have no idea LMAOO i’ve changed my major multiple times and i’m currently a history major (again) so i think i’ll prob end up teaching at a university or something like that!!

Dream trip: i want to visit old castles in europe but i also wanna go on a road trip across the US in a van so idk

Favorite food: taco bell black bean crunchwrap <33

Nationality: i’m american!!! (not to be That white person but my dad’s family is irish/scottish and my mom’s fam is eastern european jewish)

Favorite song(s): culture vulture by morning parade and all i want by adtr at the moment!!

Last book: the last book i finished was circe by madeline miller + i just started caliban and the witch by silvia federici (if ur reading this, send me book recommendations pls!!!)

Top 3 fictional universes I wanna live in: def harry potter and the lord of the rings. not sure abt the 3rd but maybe dragon age?? idk it kinda sucks there LMAO

anywho i hope you’re all having a great day/holiday season!! i’m just gonna tag the first few people who come up bc i don’t rly talk to too many people on here besides like irl friends so uhhh sorry if this is annoying lol xoxo

i tag: @ayahoes @bleakvisions @beachcommxnity @corktreees @frankierohugejorts @izzuue @ceaseium @lesbianfen @contrision @ispeakintypos @greatcomets @plague8 and anybody else who wants to do it!! 

[ask-my-hero-maite]

First Day Again

The halls felt like new again.

Each few strides had at least another person greet her, and another few more included lingering eyes and unanswered questions. The lights were almost too bright, especially with the floors bouncing off their white color. It felt like the first day of school again- of Freshman Year; she was like a stranger to everything, having to learn this place again. Even if she knew where to go, her schedule, and the names of them all, she was... disconnected.

The joy of returning did not come.

Maite unlocked her locker, toying with its lock for a few seconds before opening it fully. As she looked in to the nearly unfamiliar unit, she noticed things were out of place. Either she moved things to her liking, or it was searched by the school for evidence. Either way, she got to rearranging things to what she remembered. There was more than enough time before first period, anyways.

“Maite!” Silvia ran up to her, almost out of breath, “Dang. You really left me in the dust!”

She cringed a bit, turning to her cousin with knitted brows.

“Ah... sorry. I just really had to check my stuff. I completely forgot you were following me.”

Silvia patted her, “It’s okay!”

A sigh was all she could return.

Now Érica joined them, leaning along the lockers with crossed arms, watching as Maite rummaged through her locker and shook her head at more misplaced items.

“Damn. You sure didn’t waste time.”

“Look,” Maite responded more snappy this time, “I like my things in a certain way... I kept the textbooks to the right so the stopper holds them up so I can put my thermos on the side when I’m getting ready for class.”

Her words started to turn into ramble.

She turned back to them, “You know?”

Érica and Silvia looked at each other with wide eyes, but nodded to reassure the surely stressed Maite.

“Yeah.”

Maite groaned and leaned into the locker, lightly hitting her head on the metal inside.

“I have a lot of work to catch up on, too...”

Silvia poked her a bit, “I could help~”

“Please...”

From a distance, someone was approaching. This caught Érica’s attention, as she had diverted it from Maite’s anxious rant to something that didn’t give her second-hand stress. Her neutral stare turned into a slight glare when she saw who it was.

“Uh oh. Here comes trouble,” Érica nudged Maite’s back slightly, “But the kind you like.”

She gasped and leaned out the locker quickly, nearly giving herself a head rush. She rapidly brushed down her hair and readjusted her outfit before turning with glee.

She jumped forth and hugged him hard, nearly squeezing the air out of him.

She leaned up, pecking a kiss on him but clearly pulling him in for his next move. With that cue, Érica and Silvia left to leave them with privacy. Well, Érica more so gagged as she fled.

“A month and a half, huh?” his part of the hug loosened, “How are you doing?... It’s probably been-“

She shook her head, becoming serious all in one moment, “Really... I don’t want to talk about it... It’s a lot and honestly- I’m pretty tired of having to explain it to people... I’ve had to run it down so much...”

Her reaction signaled a distress of the memory... His face turned to slight worry, as he internally beat himself for even hinting at it.

“Right!- Of course! If you don’t want to talk about it, I get it. Can’t imagine it was... fun.”

She grimaced again. And he could practically hear the error message pop up in his head. He quickly pulled her close again.

“Anyways... I’m so happy to have you back. I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too~”

[revengeisalwaysanoption]

FICS: PROPOSTE INDECENTI + AMO GIA’ IL FINALE

I posted these on AO3 back in January. And I really wanted to have something brand new for today, but I am trying as hard as I can to have the fairy tale AU finished by tomorrow, so... Hope you’ll like them! They are BOTH IN ENGLISH ;) !!

PROPOSTE INDECENTI Seconds  

10 - 9

The longest ten seconds of his whole fucking life. Maybe Niccolò really is considering turning it down, given the time and setting.

3 a.m. McDonald's. Sitting on plastic chairs. Lazily eating cold fries and a hamburger that tastes like cardboard with one hand, stroking each other's thumbs with the other. Feeling like the last men on Earth, in a deserted place that would normally be buzzing with life in the daytime.

He should have sticked to his plan, given him his scripted speech this Sunday at the Bioparco. But he didn't, and now...

 8-7

… now he's screwed, isn't he? He fucked it up, and Niccolò is going to carry on and pretend this has been nothing but a bad dream.

He couldn't help it, though. Not when Niccolò was glowing with pride and elation as he showed Martino his first - published, finally!! - illustrated book.

The one Nico had lovingly renamed 'our baby' - and damn if Marti's heart didn't skip a beat at that -  even though all he didn't do much but offer his moral support.

How was he supposed to resist?

 6-5

He looked more beautiful than ever, in an old tracksuit and with a ridiculous headband holding his wild curls at bay. Buzzing with enthusiasm, while he told Marti about how Naima the giraffe who had her head too high in the clouds learnt from Mabel the red panda that she shouldn't fear what's in her heart. That her feelings are never too much, like so many others have been telling her.

Niccolò had always been very secretive about the plot, saying 'It's a surprise' with a mischievous glint in his eyes whenever Martino asked for more details… and right in that very moment he could see why.

"Children emotions tends to be heightened, and therefore often dismissed. I hope this can tell them that they matter, you know? That they're gonna find someone willing to listen, someday. Just like I found you."

It was their story. Edited, tweaked but still the same at its core. Shared to offer some hope to whoever might need it.

How could he not stop Niccolò right there and fumble for the box in his bag?

 4-3

Flinging it into his hands and dropping on one knee felt too predictable and cheap, however.

"I… I think I'm gonna get a milkshake. Would you like me to get you anything? An ice-cream cone? A Flurry?" Then, raising a voice a couple of octaves to make it sound childlike he adds "A Happy Meal?"

"Ahah. You're so funny, have you ever considered a career as a stand-up comedian? Get me a Happy Meal, you ass." And he would have sucked on that raised middle finger, without any shame, had it been a night like any other.

But it wasn't.

 2

Niccolò kept on gloating, until he opened the Happy Meal. His face fell, indeed, when he found the giraffe and red panda wooden figurines connected through a red silk thread and carrying a ring.

Ebony black, like his hair. Adorned with amber and aventurine, which both reminded Martino of his eyes.

Eyes which were now boring into him with a mixture of confusion and… disappointment?

Not exactly the reaction he had been wishing for. The silence between them felt a bit uncomfortable, for the first time in maybe ever, but Martino forced himself to speak.

"I know that I told you, so many times and in so many ways, that nobody knows a fucking thing about what's gonna happen tomorrow but... I am certain about ONE thing and ONE thing only: that I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, as your HUSBAND. Don't you wanna spend the rest of your life with me?"

"That's two things, Marti. Maybe even three. I believe so… but let me just have ten seconds to think it through, okay?"

 1

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. " He finally says. Each yes said before a kiss, his smile getting brighter and brighter as they both start crying. Tears they brush away with gentle fingertips, with soft lips.

"A thousand times yes, Marti." Niccolò reiterates, resting his forehead against his fiancé's. Not an old fashioned to say 'boyfriend' when you significant one is not exactly a boy anymore, but the real deal now.

Fiancé. Betrothed. Soon to be husband. He can't wait to refer to Martino using those term with friends, colleagues, guests, relatives. With all those random people he ends up talking to while queuing up at the post office - on the bus, on the train, on the subway. The whole world needs to know, and he is certain that Marti feels like the same.

"Once is more than enough."

-----------

   Minutes  

It still doesn’t feel real, even though he has had some minutes to let it sink in. Despite the weight of the ring dangling from his necklace - "how very Frodo of you…" "Are you calling your future husband a fucking hobbit, Mr Rametta?" - and his proposal still echoing in his ears, he fears he might wake up any minute now. Alone.

He has to take refuge in Marti’s arms, grounding himself in his warm and tight embrace. Nothing can touch him, when he’s there. Nothing can reach him, apart from Martino’s smell and the palpable solidity of his body.

"I can take it back, if you’d like." Marti mumbles, against his helix piercing.

"Don’t you dare!" Niccolò protests, first jabbing his ribs with his forefinger and then flicking his nose.

"I mean… you don't sound positively thrilled about it…" He points out, puzzled to hear Niccolò chuckle.

"Well, we're talking about spending the rest of my life with the most boring gay I've ever met…" Nico sighs dramatically, but then he gets dreadfully serious. He is so overjoyed, so full of love he could burst, and Martino better not end up thinking otherwise. "I couldn't be happier… You know that, right? I simply wanted to be the one to propose."

"Well, maybe you still can. Fifteen or twenty years from now, when we'll feel like renewing our vows or some shit…" Martino suggests, standing up and cleaning their table. They must go now, if they want to have some time left to spare to celebrate home before heading out again to work.

"Sounds lovely. You have such a way with words, Marti." Niccolò shoves him playfully, but files that piece of information into a secured corner of his brain. Might come in handy, in the future. "And how do you know about renewals, anyway? Don't tell me you've been bingewatching 'Say Yes To The Dress' on RealTime!"

"Whaaat? Me? Nope. Never. Must have heard something from Filo. Or was it Edo?"

*************

AMO GIA’ IL FINALE

Hours  

Hours have gone by. It took them twice longer than usual to reach their flat, unable to walk more than a few steps without stopping for a quick peck. Or a full on make out session against a couple of closed, sturdy, doors.

Clothes were discarded on the floor as soon as they stepped inside, and they had made love until dawn. Exhausted, by then, they had fallen asleep.

Fear has had time to come knocking, and with it the painful reminder that people always leave. Or get sick of each other, and stay together only to keep up appearances.

No. That's not gonna happen. Not to them. Not when they are perfectly aware that gonna have to make a promise to each other not only on that day… but every second, every minute, every hour they spend together. Or apart.

Not necessarily with words. Which little gestures, too. Cherish their love. Never take it for granted.

"I promise you that we can make it. From now, to infinity." Martino says, softly, as he lays a kiss on Niccolò chest. Right where his heart is, just like Nico did so many years before under those red lights.

"To infinity and beyond."

"Don't start quoting Toy Story when I'm trying to be deep, Ni."

"It doesn't suit you. Now, up up up. Put something on and come with me... I don't want to miss watching the sunrise and cuddling with my betrothed on my cozy balcony."

"You are unbelievable."

"And you love that."

"I sure do, don't I?"

   Imagination  

This is absolutely not what Niccolò or Martino had in mind.

The unnecessary opulence, the stifling atmosphere in spite of the marvelous outdoor venue.

"It's not like you had a clear picture of what you wanted, anyway." Anyone would argue, and they would be right.

It had been easy enough to picture it back in Milan, where having a wedding in their birthday suits had sounded like the coolest idea he had ever had… But now Nico can't really see how that would go down, can't imagine it wouldn't be a complete catastrophe.

Like any other scenario they came up with. Some are too over the top, and would make Martino feel uncomfortable. Some are too dull, and would be an ill match to Niccolò's eccentricity.

Someone had to take the matter into their hands, and it wasn't like Silvia had done a bad job with the very little input she had from the grooms.

Maybe they could settle for this?

***************

   Instinct  

Or maybe not.

Martino refused to make this day, their day, about anyone else but themselves.

His in-laws were probably going to hate him for this, as firm believers of a time and a place for spontaneity, and their own friends were surely going to hold it against them for the next fifty years or so… but who cared?

Not him. Not when he was witnessing the first real smile of the week from Niccolò, merely by showing up on his old bike.

"Get on." It took him some fumbling, since a tight fitting tuxedo wasn't really the best attire for riding a bike, but eventually he managed to sit comfortably behind Martino.

"Where are we going?" He asked, presuming to be filled in about Marti's plan for the next few hours.

"Wherever the fuck we want." Martino said, instead, refusing to tell Niccolò anything concerning their destination. Or what they would do, once they reached it.

It didn't take too long to get to a church that Niccolò knew all too well. He had often joked about getting married in its crypt, surrounded by skulls and chandeliers made of human bones. Too bad it was hardly ever opened to the public, and totally unavailable for any kind of celebration.

"And how exactly are you planning to get in?" He inquired, walking over to the locked door.

"I might have asked Filippo to make me a copy of the key, when he got one for his photography project. Off the record." Because he knew Niccolò would love to stroll through the building undisturbed. Taking in its macabre allure, appreciating the fleeting nature of his own existence.

"Uh… Martino Rametta breaking the law by owning something he's not supposed to? A man after my own heart, I must say."

"I thought I already had it. Your heart, I mean." He commented, offhandedly, as he cursed and kicked against the rusty old door. "Oh, come on! Jesus! You were working just fine last time!"

"And this wonderful hint of blasphemy, right in front of a church. Wow." Niccolò reached out for him, then, pinning his open palm onto his own chest. "You're not mistaken, by the way. This has been yours for years."

"Same here." Marti turned to take his hand, and l let him feel how fast his heart was beating.

And then, as Marti was leaning in for a kiss, Nico moved back and brazenly snatched the keys.

"You know I've got the magic touch. Don't know whether it's in the fingers on in the wrists…"

"You better leave those innuendo at the door, Ni."

"Or what? You'll punish me, Father? You'll drag me into one of the confessionals and…"

… and he might had been tempted to do that, to drop on his knees and worship this man… Before he was basically challenged to reign in his wildest fantasies. Oh, he knew Niccolò wouldn't even try to play fair but still… He was so going to win this.

******

   Memory  

"... and then?" The kids asked, trying to get Mr. David's attention.

"Mh?" He had been distracted by an old lady coming to congratulate him on finally tying the knot a couple of weeks before. Shoelaces were a challenge for anyone, indeed, so it made sense he got praised for achieving that goal… Even though it took him so many years.

And that hadn't been the only interruption. For same weird reason their parents kept butting in to tell them shouldn't bother Mr. Fares. Or his 'partner'. They don't say 'husband', for some reason. Despite it being the word David uses for Michelangelo.

Grown up are so, so dumb.

"You ran away from your own wedding, got to a spooky church… and then? What happened?"

"Did you find a body and have to solve a murder?"

"I'm afraid not. We walked inside, and I read him my vows. He gave me his. I can show them to you, if you'd like? I always carry them in my pocket." Most didn't quite understand what was so great about two stick figures on a badly drawn giraffe, but the words written on the side sounded nice. Especially the closing line.

 Per quanta strada abbiam fatto, e per quanta  ancora ce n'è da fare… Amo già il finale.

"Booooring! I bet you went back to the ranch for the actual ceremony, after that?"

"Wrong. Remember that I started telling you all about this day because Meni asked what was the biggest prank I've ever pulled on my friends and family… That's it: making them all believe they would see US getting married and then have two other people saying 'I do' that afternoon. And this day I'm still quite proud I could pull that off. And so is my husband. I mean, our old folks were THIS close to believe we had been kidnapped."

Impressive. Kind of. Perhaps grown up can be cool, once in a blue moon?

"Ni? Nico? Earth to Niccolò Fares?" Not fair! He was a grown up! Why was he getting sweets before dinner?

"Yeah yeah, I can hear you loud and clear Marti." He gulped down his candies in a heartbeat.  And then gave him a quick kiss, saying "Thanks, love."

Huh? Nico? Marti? Then why their moms - and a couple of their dads - referred to him as Michelangelo's David?

Grown ups are so, so weird.

[faresramettas]

ti amo

prompt: first time saying “i love you”

anon asked for marti and nico’s first “i love you”, imagining it’s nico who says it first when marti is just being cute and precious. in my head this is set in the present, even today. thank you for the lovely prompt <3

read below or on ao3!

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“Ni, come here,” Marti calls him.

Nico yawns and leaves his warm spot on Marti’s bed to join him, smiling to himself when he hears Marti laughing from the other room.

They had just woken up from a nap, and Marti had complained that he was starving, hopping off the bed to search for food in the kitchen. Nico had stayed in bed, sleepy, relaxed, a pleasant buzz under his skin from the nap and what they had done before the nap. He gets up lazily and throws on his boxers and Marti’s hoodie, huge around his narrow shoulders. He picks his jeans up off the floor but drops them back, decides not to bother.

He walks to the kitchen and stops at its threshold, licking his lips when he sees Marti leaning against the counter in his grey boxers and t-shirt and nothing else, his gaze immediately falling to Marti’s bare thighs.

Less than one hour ago, he had scattered them with kisses and bites, and Marti had locked them around his waist as he’d rolled his hips up and humped him, the sensations of it still making Nico’s fingertips and toes tingle.

He snaps himself out of it and looks up. Marti is shaking with laughter, phone in one hand and a slice of bread and Nutella in the other. Marti looks up from his phone and waves the hand holding the bread, gesturing at him to come closer with a nod to the side.

“What are you watching?” Nico asks, moving to lean against the counter and bumping Marti’s shoulder and hip with his.

"Gio sent it. It’s Luchino…” Marti says, rewinding the video, “… and Silvia. Watch.”

The video is shot from afar and shaky, Gio and Elia snickering quietly in the background and narrating as if it was a documentary. It zooms in on Luca and Silvia chatting on the windowsill at school, and you can’t hear a word but it’s clear from both their faces that the conversation is painfully awkward. At one point, Luchino chokes on a bite of his focaccia and you can hear Gio snorting and slapping Elia’s shoulder, and Elia cursing.

Nico laughs but Marti is gasping for air by the time the video is over.

“Poor Luchino,” Nico comments, and Marti nudges him, begging him to watch it again and rolling the video back. When the video ends, he takes the last bite of bread and Nutella and starts typing in the Contrabbandieri group chat, smiling down at his phone and listening to Luchino’s outraged voice messages.

Nico looks at him and is starstruck by Marti’s smile, his puffy hair reflecting the warm light of the kitchen lights, the pillow creases still red on his cheek. When Marti laughs like this, his whole body shaking, hands flailing or clutching his sides, when he talks fast and loud and isn’t even conscious of it, Nico doesn’t know how to contain the love he feels for him.

So he doesn’t.

“I love you.”

Saying it feels right and it feels overdue. Like they’ve both known it from the start but have been dancing around saying the words to respect some unspoken rule about how long you have to wait to say them.

Everything seems to slow down. Marti stops typing and blinks. He tilts his head up and to the side and gapes at Nico.

“What did you say?” he asks.

“I said I love you,” Nico repeats, wiggling his head and raising a brow, acting nonchalant but bursting on the inside at Marti’s dumbfounded face. He shrugs and smiles, smug. “I love you.”

Marti blinks again and smiles slowly, huffing out a burst of incredulous laughter.

“I love you too.”

Nico feels a smile overtaking his face as Marti tackles him and kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him. He only stops to look Nico in the eyes and chuckle.

“Why are you laughing?” Nico asks, poking him in the side.

“Nothing,” Marti says. He swats his hand away and wraps his arms around his neck, his cheeky side smile on his face as he looks down at Nico. “I was just thinking that the first time you almost kissed me we were standing by trash cans. The first time you actually kissed me was in an abandoned pool. You told me you wanted to be with me in the toilets, and now, the first time you told me you loved me I was in my underwear in the kitchen, eating bread and Nutella and laughing at Luchino’s failed attempts to flirt. I think you need to reconsider your idea of romance.”

“I can always pretend I never said it,” Nico teases him, to which Marti responds with a quick no and a peck on the lips.

“I love you. I wanted to say it first.”

“Too late,” Nico teases again.

“Asshole.”

Marti smiles and looks at him as if he’d hung the moon in the sky. He’s quiet for a while. “You knew it, though,” he whispers.

“So did you,” Nico whispers back. It’s true.

Marti kisses him and whispers those three words again. It’s like he can’t hold them back now that they’ve started pouring out. Nico smiles and feels silly for not saying them sooner. He pulls back and flicks his nose playfully.

“Technically, I told you I was in love with you in December. I was already ahead.”

“I can always catch up.”

[wexregolden]

Read it on AO3 here <3

My part for the “75 dates in the Skam universe”-project by @theskamlibrary, the prompt was “karaoke” :D

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Feels Like Love

Music was blasting from the speakers. Some pop songs which were played too often on the radio that people are sick of hearing them by now. The karaoke bar was filled with laughter and chatter, the smell of alcohol and sweat mixing up with the sound of the music, creating a special atmosphere. Colourful lights were wandering around the room, the walls plastered in screens and pictures. Glasses filled with drinks clinking against each other, the sound of it going down in the loud music. The room was crowded, people sitting in groups at tables, standing in corners, laughing, talking, making out, stealing glances at each other. Among them you could see Eva, a little tipsy, Eleonora and Silvia on her side. Slightly away you could see Sana and Federica at the bar, ordering some drinks. And if you look really precisely you could see a group of three boys sitting on a table in a corner. Another two boys sitting at their table, sharing love-drunk looks, their legs interwind under the table, touching each other's tights. Giovanni, Elia and Luca. Martino and Niccolò.  

The boys were sitting around their table. Each of them having a glass of beer in front of them, talking loudly, trying to drown out the noises in the karaoke bar.  

“This get-together was really the best idea ever!” Luca nearly screamed whilst leaning over the table so his friends could actually hear him. His gaze drifted off, across the room, right to Silvia. His eyes being the definition of “heart eyes”.  

“Yeah, really cool,” Elia merged in, hitting the back of Luca´s neck to stop him from starring this hard at Silvia.  

Nico had to laugh at the whole scenario, turning to Marti and started grinning at him. They actually planned on being alone this evening, not surrounded by a crowd of people, screaming terrible in the microphone at the stage. Well, not completely alone, they planned to go on a double date with Gio and Eva since they got their shit together and solved themselves out. Being happy and in love again, the troubles of the past forgotten, trying to do better now.  

So it was definitely something else to change their plans from having a picknick in a parc, only the four of them, to sitting in this karaoke bar now, surrounded by people and loud music. But it´s not necessarily bad, it really seems like this evening could be fun. At least Nico thinks so.  

He swallowed the last bit of his beer before he stood up and reached for Marti´s hand.  

“Come on, Marti! Let´s go and sing a song, the two of us!”

“You for real?!” Marti immediately exclaimed, being full of doubts.

He couldn't help but got flashbacks in his head, thinking back to Silvia´s 80´s party, him sitting close to Nico on the couch, Emma on Nico´s other side. Niccolò asking them to sing a song with him, Marti already refusing to do so back then.  

“Of course, I´m not joking!”

“Well, sounds like it. No, I´m not going to sing a song with you!”

“Come on, Marti, don´t be boring,” Gio butted in, wiggling his eyebrows at his best friend, “we all want to hear you sing something,” he continued.

“Hearing Marti sing? Sign me the fuck up!” Elia tossed in, grinning mischievous at Marti.  

“Oh fuck off, Elia!”

“Pff, don´t be that mean to your friends, Marti,” Nico said again, a grin appearing on his face. He couldn´t help but had to press a kiss to his boyfriend´s cheek, the offended look on his face was too cute.

“Listen to us, Marti, go and sing something,” Giovanni said again.  

“Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing,” Luca started to cheer, the others joined in immediately.  

“Stop guys, I won´t sing!” Marti made it clear, “If you´re absolute dying for singing a song, go on, nobody is going to stop you!” Marti said, addressing his boyfriend, trying to look bothered. And he failed at it as a little grin started to form on his lips. He has to admit, he loves Nico´s voice and can´t get enough of it, since the morning back in Bracciano, waking up together and serenading each other.  

“I see, I see, you´re still the boring gay. But well, I´m going to do that!” Nico insisted and walked in the direction of the stage, just to go back after a few steps, pressing a short kiss to Marti´s lips. The others started to groan and roll their eyes but neither Nico or Marti were bothered by this.  

It was a short kiss, more a peck on the lips than an actual kiss, their lips just briefly touching. Shortly, softly. But it still sent sparks through their bodies, shivers down their spines.  

“Have fun,” Marti whispered against Niccolò´s lips.  

“Thanks,” Nico said, followed by another short peck to Marti´s lips before he finally left for the stage.

“You´re so cheesy!” Elia complained, frowning at Marti.

“And you´re just jealous that you don´t have someone to love,” Marti answered, a cheeky smile on his face. Even Giovanni and Luchino couldn´t held back a laugh at this.  

“Pff!”, Elia blurted out but Marti didn´t pay attention to his friend anymore, focusing on the stage where his boyfriend was standing right now.  

“I´m dedicating this song to Martino, my boyfriend. I love you!” Nico said, looking directly in Marti´s eyes, a smile on his lips. Marti had to swallow at his words, a blush spreading on his cheeks.  

He looked down shortly before he looked up again, at Niccolò, whispering an “I love you too” and blowing him a kiss. He knows that his friends accept him, accept him and Niccolò, them being together, their sexualities. But they´re still living in Italy, a country knowing for its deep and strong fate, accompanied with people not always being accepting. But it seems like nobody in this bar would be bothered about them, Nico´s public love confession.  

Marti didn´t got any more time to think about it as the first tones of the song started playing, Nico still looking directly in his eyes. And then he started to sing.  

Listening to Nico´s voice, listening to him singing is something special and beautiful for Marti and he thinks that this is never going to change. It reminds him of the early stages of their relationship, Nico sitting across from him on the bed in Gio´s aunt´s cabin. Singing for him, kissing him.  

And so it feels like listening to Nico, listening to Nico sing the song he chose, felt like a little journey through their relationship, through their ups and downs. Through everything. Through their love.  

Is this how it is after just one kiss?

Marti immediately felt as if he would be back in the swimming pool, being underwater, isolated from the whole world, forgetting everything not going right in his life. Underwater, being brave enough to kiss Nico back. Touching him, being touched. Their hands touching each other´s faces, caressing the cheeks and necks from the other one. Their first kiss. Full of love, of anticipation for more, passion, love.  

Did you really think that I invented this?  

Thinking back to bad days. Them being separated, being uncertain about what´s going on between them. Marti doubting Nico´s love for him, thinking everything was just made up, a stupid phase and hyper fixation of him.  

Was it you or me or the mess we made?

All the misunderstandings between them, causing them troubles and bringing them even further apart.  

Did we crash too hard? That´s the risk we take.  

Their love being love at the first sight, the first time he talked to Nico back in the radio booth. Falling so hard and deep for the other boy at his young age, developing these strong feelings in such a short time. Just to see it all crashing down a few weeks later.

Did I run to you, did you run to me? If we wait too long then we´ll never see.  

The night at the terrace. Approaching one another. Finally being sure about it, they are right for each other, that they need each other. Hugging each other close and tight. Nico crying in his arms. Tu non sei solo.  

We could walk away just like others would or we live our live as we know we should.  

Thinking back to all the time he had to hide, the time he was afraid of showing his true self. The time that is over now. He´s proud now, proud of himself. And living his best live together with Nico.

´Cause it feels like, ´cause it feels like love.  

There wasn´t even a little doubt inside of him anymore.

Yes it feels like love to me.  

Yes, it feels like love to him. It is love.

Marti felt tears gathering up in his eyes, not able to hold them back anymore. And so they started running down his cheeks. He could see his friends at the corner of his eyes making fun of him but he couldn´t care any less right now. The only thing that matters right now was Niccolò, him and Nico, the boy he loves. Marti couldn´t stop looking at him and as Nico looked back at him, directly in his eyes, he could sense that Nico is feeling the exact same things as him right no.  

Nico continued singing, putting his whole heart in the song, in the lyrics and after a few minutes the song came to an end.

This is how it is after just one kiss, do you really think I´m inventing this?

´Cause it feels like love to me.  

People were clapping and applauding after Niccolò has finished singing. He immediately went back to their table afterwards, stopping right in front of Marti.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

They didn´t say anything else, just looking at each other. Niccolò started to softly wipe away Marti´s tears on his cheeks and in his eyes. And then he kissed him.

The first touch of their lips was brief and short, the second one longer and more passionate. Their lips were moving against each other´s, softly, slowly. Marti´s hand found its way to Nico´s cheek, Nico placed his hand at the nape of Marti´s neck, playing with his curls there. Nico´s tongue peaked out of his mouth, slightly wandering over Marti´s lips. It was more affection that they would normally allow themselves in public but today seems to be an exception, they felt safe. They felt good. They were full of love.  

“Do you want to go outside and get some fresh air?” Nico asked Marti after they broke apart.

Marti only nodded and grabbed Nico´s hand, ignoring the teasing comments of their friends and dragged his boyfriend out of the karaoke bar.  

As soon as they stepped out of the entrance fresh air surrounded them, both letting out a deep breath.  

“This feels good, doesn´t it?” Martino asked, looking at Nico.

“It does. The air in there clearly isn´t the best and the smell of sweat and alcohol combined? Not my favourite,” Nico answered and a grin settled on his face.  

“Anyway, what do you say to my little performance?”

Marti turned around, facing Nico and took his face in his hands.

“This was beautiful, Nico. So beautiful. I love you so much,” Marti said, trying to lay his whole heart and his emotions in it.  

“I´m glad about that, I hoped you would,” Nico said as he came closer and closer to Marti and finally closed the gap between them with a soft kiss.  

As they broke apart after what felt like an eternity, they couldn´t let go of each other completely, still touching and caressing the other´s face.  

A comfortable silence settled in between Marti and Nico, both of them looking up in the sky and saying nothing, being lost in their thoughts.  

I love him, Marti thought, and I still can´t believe to have such a wonderful person on my side.

“Do you see the stars up there?” Nico broke the silence after a while.

“Hm? Where?”

Nico pulled Marti close to him, pointing up to the sky, to the stars.  

“These up there.”

“What about them?” Marti asked confused.

“The constellation looks like a little giraffe.”

Marti had to look up and take a look at it again but he saw it too now.  

He could make out the legs of the animal, the body, the long neck, the head.  

“Wow! You´re right!” Marti said, being amazed by the picture he saw up in the sky.  

“It´s beautiful, isn´t it?” Nico asked, a laugh escaping him.  

“It is. Just like you,” Marti replied and he had to laugh at his own words.  

“Wow, so cheesy, Marti! What happened to you?”

“Oh shut up idiot!” Marti called out, sealing up Nico´s lips with his own and making him shut up in the best possible way.  

Lips moving against lips, both of them smiling into the kiss, teeth clashing against each other as a result of their smiles, hands touching each other´s body´s.  

“What do you think people would think of us if they saw us like that?” Marti asked as they broke apart.  

“Well, I guess they would just see some idiot boys in love,” Nico answered, a smile on his lips.  

Marti couldn´t help but had to smile too. Yes, they were two idiots in love.  

It felt as if the world around them had stopped spinning, no one else being out on the streets, no noise to hear. It nearly felt as if they would be completely alone. The last two men on earth.  

As sudden as the last men on earth feeling appeared, it went away really fast again as they heard loud singing noises from the inside of the bar.  

Imagine there´s no heaveeeen

"Is this... Luchino?” Nico asked and broke out in laughter.  

Martino had to join him, couldn´t stop laughing. “Well, it seems like it.”

It´s easy if you tryyyyy

“This boy is so drunk, we should probably save him from humiliating himself even more,” Nico said, a grin on his face.

“Yeah, we probably should.

No hell below us, above us only skyyyy

They turned back and started walking back to the entrance. But Nico already stopped after a few steps again.  

“Marti?”

“Yes?

“Thank you for being you. I love you so much.”

A soft smile appeared on his face and he grabbed Nico´s hand.  

“I love you too, Nico.”

Their faces went close to each other again, their lips touching which evolved into another kiss. Full of passion but still soft, loving.  

Imagine all the people living for today ahahahhhhh

“Okay, that´s it! We definitely have to save the poor boy!” Nico decided and dragged Marti behind back to the karaoke bar.  

And with that they finally left their private bubble for real and went back inside to their friends. Knowing that they still had all the time of the world for them together and their world. ´Cause it definitely feels like love to him.  

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I hope you enjoyed reading this little fic and that it wasn´t too bad or cheesy :D I would love to hear what you think of it in the comments or my ask box <3

(And yes, my inner Mika fangirl sprang out in this one, haha :D)

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Skam Italia episode 7 reaction

Edoardo: looking good just by comparison.

Clip 1 - A sandwich and a spoon

This is not a substantial comment but Silvia’s sandwich made me hungry.

So Silvia made out with the famous Rocco Martucci? That was the guy eyeballing her? I guess since we got a visual, he can’t be Italian Julian Dahl.

If I didn’t know better from having seen where the storyline goes, I’d say Silvia does a fairly convincing job of acting like she doesn’t care about Edoardo. You know, except for the part where she’s already making travel plans to accompany them on their vacation.

Lmao, Silvia and Eleonora allowed this spoon sucking to go on when Martino was right there in their faces. I appreciated how awkward this scenario was and that like, none of them attempted to make small talk to distract from Fede’s innuendo.

Clip 2 - Skate park

That skate park looks fun. It kinda looks like a swimming pool that was converted into something else, based on the colors, but I’m assuming it was always a skate park. But on that note, the visuals and colors of Skam Italia are usually great. I’m not going to do an in-depth analysis at the moment but it seems like the majority of scenes are very warm with a lot of brown/orange/yellow, and sometimes they do a scene that sticks out to me because it’s so cool and blue. It’s all rather striking. And of all the remakes, this one is making the most of its setting (Skam Austin is doing some things with the city but I feel way more of a sense of place in Skam Italia than Druck or Skam France).

I like when the Isak character prods Eva a little to tell him what’s up, since I think it fits what Isak is about to do to her in a few scenes, and because I always wonder why Eva didn’t just tell Noora if she was feel guilty - it helps to have the prompt from Isak to get out her confession. That being said, Eva and Martino’s relationship has been established as close and comfortable on its own merits that I can certainly buy Eva opening up to him. They’ve put in the work to make them have a rapport.

Lmao, Martino making that hand motion about Fede and her spoon. Thanks for the S3 teaser!

Tiny thing but when Eva swallows out of anxiety, you can see Martino half out of frame swallow right after she does, like he’s got some conflict on his own. That might not even be a conscious choice but it’s a good acting detail nonetheless. I think I mentioned previously that these actors have known each other for years and it’s stuff like that, the mimicry and feeding off each other, which makes the chemistry more convincing.

Yeah, this is my favorite Eva-Isak friendship after the original by far, so it’s really going to sting when the reveal happens.

Clip 3 - The wall

I’m glad that Eleonora checked in whether Edoardo wrote back to Silvia before she snapped her back to reality. You know, just in case he did.

Also in this scene Silvia still seems stuck in Edoardoland and firmly convinced that he’s into her, whereas I remember Vilde seeming a little deflated and knowing that Noora would not approve of her talking about William when she entered the scene. She’s pretty good at putting up a confident front when she needs to.

I think Silvia’s hooking up with Rocco Martucci was a misguided attempt to make Edoardo jealous and get him back, which is too bad. I wish she was legit trying to have fun or move on. I know for plot reasons that’s not how it goes, but still.

Both Eleonora and Eva were very sweet to Silvia and not too harsh or judgmental.

I really love making it into a wall of conquests instead of the sweatshirts, and I appreciate that Silvia gets to save face a little bit since the sweatshirt is a public “I fucked Edoardo” marker but the wall gets to preserve her anonymity and (some of) her dignity while still communicating that the boys think of the girls as trophies. But I almost hate it, because now I need that scene where the girls paint over or draw or deface the wall in some way, and I don’t think I’ll get it. Give me that thing, Skam Italia! 

For a minute I thought Eva was going to pull out a marker or something and draw over the chart. 

Based off the wall, Rocco Martucci sure has been busy.

Clip 4 - Eva on the phone with “mom”

Federico roleplaying as Eva’s mom toward the end of that phone conversation … I’ve never been a huge fan of P-Chris or any version of this character but this is a detail I often forget and I have no idea why, it’s one of the best things he ever did.

Gio deserves all the roasting he can get about his weed use. It’s nice that he’s being honest about having weed on him, but like … she’s made it clear he behaves like an asshole when he’s high, and that this isn’t some vague ideological problem for her but something based on his past behavior. So some of the banter is cute and all but him offering her some pot, even in a joking way, annoys me more than it should with this dynamic in mind. Dammit, Gio.

Clip 5 - Eleonora goes in on Edoardo

Silvia opening with some random mundane topics was kind of cute - either a bit clueless and rambling, much like her many many texts to the girls, or you can also take away that she was building up to the big news and trying to psych herself up.

I’m glad Eva called Sana on the dignity comment since that always seemed like one of the least necessary Sana comments about Vilde, particularly in this context, and probably just egged her on to confront him.

Silvia didn’t need any convincing from the girls whereas Noora was encouraging Vilde in the other versions. Silvia is dead set on it.

I like how they built up to it with the catchy music that cuts out as Edoardo bursts Silvia’s confidence bubble.

Sooo … Edoardo is still a dick, but maybe less of a dick that William? Who knew?

He still does the fake forgetting Silvia’s name, and his comment about the wall is outright lying but not as personal of an attack. He does laugh more at her which is a dick move, especially in front of his crew. However, he doesn’t tell her she isn’t worth it.

“What were you doing behind the boys’ toilets?” I’m assuming he’s insinuating that she’s a slut? That’s horrible and Edoardo is a creep, but I also have less of a fuuuuuuck youuuuuuu feeling toward him. Because the whole thing about Vilde not being worth it/not being pretty enough plays directly into Vilde’s worst insecurities and body image. And we’ve seen that Silvia has the body image issues as evidenced by her picking at her sandwich. I’m not positive that Silvia has the same hangups about being labeled a slut? She has the hesitation to go upstairs with Eduardo and you could interpret that as fear of her reputation, but she’s also down to make out with Rocco Martucci and stresses that she wanted to.

So while I want to make it clear, Edoardo is being an asshole, and being called a slut is hurtful and misogynistic … I actually will find this easier to forgive than William’s comments. I mean it mostly depends on how Edoardo reacts in future episodes, whether he regrets it or not, how it all plays out, but so far he doesn’t have as high of a hurdle in getting me to like him. Like how is Edoardo going to justify his comments the same way in S2 when Eleonora calls him on it? It’s not the same context. (And again: NOT excusing slut-shaming but I think there may be a difference in terms of how someone with poor self-image might perceive this comment, because “slut” is an insult dependent on behavior, vs. telling someone they aren’t pretty enough which is perceived as a more inherent, unchangeable characteristic. But again, William’s comment directly feeds into Vilde’s ED; how will Edoardo’s comment affect Silvia on a similar level? “Slut” doesn’t have much to do with an ED, at least not in an obvious way.)

Lmao, I feel kinda gross writing anything vaguely positive about Edoardo in this scene, since “not as much of a dick as he could have been” is not a ringing endorsement, but since this incident is a huge roadblock in me liking William in the original version, it’s worth talking about.  

This was also the best version of this roasting in the remakes. Eleonora has the attitude to back up her comments, and Edoardo has some personality in how he responds to her. 

Love that Eleonora got in her comment about his stupid hair as a last dig, but also, Edoardo has the best hair of any of the Williams, IMO.

Clip 6 - Fight

Gio opens his mouth so much for the kisses, damn. I’m not knocking him, I would rather see enthusiastic kisses than a bunch of pathetic pecks, but the dude is like Pac-Man.

Um that bit about the teacher siding with Alice over Federico and making him run laps is really funny, but you can see why it would alarm Eva, because she realizes she’s on the side of the bad guy in this situation. Would the teacher side with Alice against Eva, too?

The fight was brutal! All the girls jumped in to protect Eva. Sana went in with the dictionary, Silvia with the backpack. Eleonora is straight-up snarling by the end. Eva wasn’t even fighting after a certain point, just standing back as her girls defended her. The most heartwarming brawl of all time.

General Comments:

How does Skam Italia have the worst Jonas (outside of Marlon from Skam Austin) and the best William? How?

Listen, I am really not expecting to love Eleonora/Edoardo or Edoardo himself. It’s not a relationship type I’m fond of, he’s not a character archetype I enjoy. But if they can eliminate the worst of his behavior and modify certain actions ... then I can be fine with him and with the ship. I am being very, very hesitant to assume Skam Italia will make enough radical changes just because they did a few things that weren’t as bad; however, I am willing to give it a chance. 

It’s kind of funny because there was a rumor going around that they’ll jump to Martino’s story in S2 instead of Eleonora’s and lmao, not sure how legit that is but of course they would do it for the one remake where I hate the William the least. Not that I’m objecting to the gay storyline getting the spotlight sooner, though I do wonder how they will adapt certain plot elements without the buildup (Eskild’s S2 introduction, Isak’s background storyline of dating Sara and living in the basement).

Skam Italia seems by far the most popular and well-liked of the European remakes, which I can quite understand. Skam France is too much of a copy without much of an individual personality and Druck, though I’ve liked many of the scenes and characters, has a lot of hiccups in terms of production and updates, which is unfortunately turning people off and making the show less accessible. Not to repeat myself too much but: I have some big gripes about Skam Italia but it’s for the most part consistent, is nicely made with beautiful locations and nice cinematography, and has integrated the local culture well, putting its own spin on the material and not being a direct copy. None of the actors have really wowed me so far but there are some likable personalities in the bunch. My hope is that they will keep it up and either improve on the Eleonora/Edoardo relationship, or do a respectful job of Martino’s story, depending on what S2 is. (Even though I don’t want them to attempt Evak 2.0 at all ... but that’s a larger topic.)

I’m not Italian so if I misunderstood or missed something, feel free to correct me. 

If you got this far, thank you for reading!

[juviakm7]

Their Future

Author’s Note : Hello dear reader ! This is my first time that I ever wrote a fanfiction so I apologize for the mistakes. Gruvia is my number one OTP , so here I present you a gruvia fanfic !!

Series: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Gruvia

Rating: K

Genres: Romance and Fluff

It was early in the morning, sun-rays were passing through the window and illuminating the whole room with its light. As the wind was sauntering and navigating itself in its own lazy pace, causing a certain dormant ice-mage to stir in his sleep with a frown on the face and to produce a low sound of growl.

 He didn’t open his eyes, just stoked the spot next to him where his wife-Juvia was supposed to be laying in sluggish state just like him …. but what he groped for didn’t yield any positive result , just an empty area of bed.

 The mattress’s cover sheet was slightly scrambled giving out the evidence that she was there before.  She was an early bird who would wake up to cherish the beauty of sunrise and whenever he complained about this habit of hers, she would just simply say with a genuine smile on her beautiful face that doing so acts as a reminder to her of how he erased all the gloominess out of her life and introduced a sun of joy to her.

Gray wasn’t fond of finding himself alone on the bed after their heated nights which would probably make him think it all was a dream …. Just Everything which comprises of giving her , his answer after the whole battle that he promised of and she deserved after sticking with him through thick and thin ; the ‘typical- Juvia’ response to it that is embracing him as if she were to hold him loosely , it’d all  be gone just like it always happened to her thanks to the cruel play of reality but that moment  was an exception  ; their love making nights which would always leave him breathless reminding him of how correct he is to be with her , as if both of them were just made for each other ; their wedding – as there was absolutely no scope of doubts for them to wonder upon and why the delay when he foolishly tried to resist his feeling for her fearing that he might end up losing yet another person who is dear to him and near to his heart  ; the golden tick of clock when he saw the faces of his new born twins no their new born kids , it was just a transfixing moment which left him spell bound and causing a small drop of tear to make its way down his cheeks.

-“ SHE IS MY Mom!!“

-“ NO ‘CAUSE SHE IS MY MOM !! ”

The voice of brawling just jerked the black-haired-mage out of his delightful reverie. Guess the day was calling out for him. Kneeling down to the fate and concluding that Juvia wasn’t going to show up with a cup of coffee for him which she usually did when she isn’t occupied by the twins, Gray stood on his feet and walked slowly towards the location where seemingly the kids were having a discussion about something or more like a debate.

After reaching at the front room of their home, he discovered the ruckus was all about whose mom is Juvia . Both of the four-year-old children were pulling their blue-haired-mom with all the strength they’ve got, displacing the water-mage from her location a little by little where she stood in between the kids trying to resolve the matter and explain that she belongs to both of them equally.

As she noticed Gray, her blue orbs shone with happiness and she greeted him .

“Good morning Gray-sama.”

“ Morning . Well it had been a ‘good morning’ for me if I were to wake up with a sight of you in front of me and the kids sleeping.”

A blush always appeared when Gray said something like that to her and this time it was no special case.

“Eh .. Storm-kun and Silvia-chan were arguing over-  ”  

“Yeah , why we stopped it … c’mon let’s  continue. SHE IS MY MOM !” Storm said while pulling his mother towards him.

“SHE IS MY MOM !!” Silvia said while doing the same.

Gray’s lips tugged into a small grin by witnessing the scene in front of him where at the other end Juvia was giving him a ‘Help-Juvia-out’ look which made him move forward, towards them.

“DADDY YOU TELL US ?!” Both of the tiny residents of the house demanded an explanation from their dad in unison.

Gray nodded and took few steps towards the group, and slid his hand through Juvia’s slim waist which brought her closer to him and gave a small peck on her lips.

“Kiddos, she is my wife .”  He declared .

“Kyaaah Gray-sama !” At that time Juvia’s blush could have put even Erza’s scarlet-coloured hair into shame.

And the small viewer of this happening were just blinking their eyes, trying to comprehend the situation.

Did Gray just outwit them ?

[cryptodictation]

Family of Rafa Kalimann sues ex-friend of sister, says journalist

The ‘confined familyBig Brother Brasil 20’, Rafa Kalimann, decided to sue Justice against a former friend of digital influence. Remember that at the end of March, Ana Rosa Tanos talked about her sister on her social networks and even claimed that Rafa Kalimann had performed three abortions by a singer. “Marmita de sertanejo”, accused Ana Rosa at the time, saying that even Kalimann described himself in this way.

But it was not just that. Ana also mentions some singers who have already related to her sister, among them, Lucas Lucco and Henrique, double Diego.

Even, according to her, it was Henrique's that the digital influence would have aborted and he doesn't even know. “She had three abortions,” said Ana Rosa.

After the repercussion of the case, according to information released by the columnist of O Dia, Fábia Oliveira, a case against Ana's declarations is being held in secret. In a decision by the judge responsible for the case, Claudiana Silvia de Freitas, from last Tuesday (7), Ana Rosa must remove the content published against the confines of the “BBB20” on the daily penalty of R $ 1,000, if the court order is not respected.

In addition to the author of the publication, the famous digital platforms Facebook, Twitter and Google are also defendants in this case. Claudiana orders that such platforms remove any post about the content published by Ana Rosa Tanos.

Celebrities defend Rafa Kalimann

After becoming aware of the repercussion of the case, Celebrity and anonymous people used social networks to come out in defense of digital influence.

The humorist Victor Sarro wrote that the author of the post has “a lot of mouth”, but little content. “Next!” He finished. The digital influencer Shantal Verdelho also commented on the matter saying she was shocked to see Ana Rosa “go out and say all this”.

Facing the negative repercussions of her publication on social networks, Ana Rosa Tanos decided to make her personal Instagram account private. Currently, Ana is followed by about 132 thousand people.

Rafa spread rumor about Gusttavo Lima, says columnist

In the last few days, a feud between Rafa Kalimann and the wife of country singer Gusttavo Lima. Given this, Leo Dias decided to comment on the matter and clarified why the two celebrities do not peck. The journalist says that, before he started dating Andressa, Gusttavo Lima had a relationship with the current “BBB20” confined.

So far so good. The disagreements between them started after the singer took up a relationship with his current partner. At the time, Kalimann would have spread the word that the countryman had a divided heart between her and Andressa Suita, which did not please the mother of Gusttavo Lima's children at all.

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