#18 year old nico would be so excited

[reynoldswrld]

Hoi Zäme, New Jersey

back in 2017, nico wrote an article for the players' tribune detailing his experience in the draft. i recommend reading the whole article, it's very short and sweet

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 1)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.1k words, no warnings) {This is my first Tumblr AU so ignore how bad this is... This was fun to write so expect more!}

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As quali came to an end, Lance could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He had just completed his first-ever quali, and he felt like he was about to throw up.

He heard someone speaking to him over his radio, but he was too busy registering that this was real to listen.

As he got out of the car, he was bombarded by his team, all rushing to hug him and congratulate him. It took him a second to realise why.

He qualified P3.

His face lit up at the realisation—that's insane. P3.

He was going to start his debut race in P3, but he knew it wasn't the race, so it hardly mattered, but just knowing he set the third fastest lap out of everyone on the grid was enough to boost his ego a fair bit.

Eventually, his team fell back into their usual places, and he began gathering his things to leave before he heard a familiar voice speak, a voice he'd only ever heard over the television.

"Lancito, congratulations on P3," he said, lightly patting the youngers shoulders.

He was stunned, and Fernando Alonso was congratulating him. He was so taken aback by the praise that he almost missed the new name. Almost. Lancito? He'd never been called that before, yet somehow it felt right to hear it come off the Spaniard's tongue.

"Thank you. It feels amazing being able to start my debut race so close behind you, Alonso." Lance wasn't sure exactly what to call him, hesitating to even say his last name.

"Am excited to see how you do, Lancito. I wish you luck." He flashed a quick smile before moving his hand off the other man's shoulder and beginning to walk away.

Lance watched him closely, still flustered at the physical contact, kind words, and the new nickname.

"Oh, and," Fernando started, quickly turning back to Lance. "Please, call me Fernando; there is no need to be professional when it is just us, no?"

Lance nodded, smiling at the older man as he turned and left. He wasn't sure he'd be getting any sleep that night.

After getting to the paddock the next day (and barely getting through interviews), he began talking to Nico outside of the garage, trying his best to convince his teammate that starting P12 was a blessing.

Nico was a great driver, so he knew this would just be a chance to stun the crowd with brilliant overtakes.

The conversation was going smoothly, the two meshing surprisingly well, before Lance's attention was grabbed by a man in blue and yellow.

He was hard to miss, and it didn't help that Lance had been absentmindedly searching for him all day.

He was on his way back to his team garage. Lance was unsure where exactly he was coming from; all he knew was that he looked perfect.

Lance wasn't sure how he felt about Fernando, but it seemed to be admiration. It made sense for him to admire Fernando; he had just won the world championship the year before, so a rookie admiring him was more than acceptable, right?

As everyone got into their cars, Lance couldn't help but get more and more anxious, everyone falling seamlessly into their places. Before Lance knew it, the race was starting (and he was off to a horrible start).

He felt himself getting more and more frustrated. Seeing as other drivers passed him, he continued to curse under his breath, but he knew he was going to make it up. He was so confident he was going to overtake them again, get back to P3, and finish his debut race on the podium.

Then he felt the car get worse; his tyres were locking up during what seemed like every turn, and before he knew it, his car was smoking.

"Lance, box, box, we need to retire the car."

Fuck.

He felt sick to his stomach; this had to be one of the worst ways to start his rookie season. He was beyond embarrassed. 

He pulled into the pit lane and went to his garage. There was nothing positive about this situation, but somehow it felt even worse knowing that Fernando Alonso wished him good luck the day prior and he couldn't even finish the race.

He unzipped his race suit to his hips and sat down, putting on a pair of headphones and pretending to be interested in the race—his debut race, his first DNF.

The race came to an end after what felt like an eternity, and Nico came back, having scored points in his first race. A part of him was glad for Nico; of course, he more than deserved it, but he couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if he had finished; he wanted to score points. He had to score points.

The debrief passed, and so did the podium, and now the teammates were just sitting together, Nico leaning against the wall as they spoke, talking about whatever came to mind and just enjoying each other's presence before they noticed another driver coming towards them.

It was Fernando, and before either of them could speak, he beat them to it.

"Nico, very good job today." He praised, and Lance felt a pang of jealousy as he recalled Fernando saying similar things to him after quali yesterday. He wished he had raced long enough to get praise from the older man as well.

"Thank you, Fernando. It means a lot." Nico smiled, the conversation between the two ending there.

"Lancito, am sorry to hear you retired. Not a very good start, but it just guarantees Malaysia's going to treat you better, eh?"

Lance nodded, looking up at Fernando. It wasn't every day a 6'0 rookie had to look up to a 5'7 world champion, but Fernando looked good up there.

"Yeah, let's hope that doesn't mean you'll do worse then." He laughed, and with Fernando's logic, he supposed the Spaniard would DNF next.

"Don't jinx me now!" Fernando shook his head, moving closer to pat Lance on the shoulder again, seemingly a new thing between them. "Am getting older; I have to win another championship before I retire, don't you think?"

And before he knew it, the older man was gone again—back into the Renault garage.

 

He hadn't noticed at the time, but after Fernando left and he turned to Nico, he was met with a very suspicious look.

"So, you two are friends?" Nico asked, more familiar with the reputation Fernando had than Lance.

"Maybe? I'm not sure." He laughed, leaning on the wall behind him. "He spoke to me yesterday too; maybe he's just nice to all rookies like that."

"Maybe" Nico agreed, although he knew that wasn't true, and so did everyone, besides Lance, it seemed.

[ghoulsister1]

●▪︎We Were Going To Be A Family▪︎●

Dante Sparda x Female Reader. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. TW: Miscarriage. This doesn't start off well. Heartbreak. Dealing with loss. Grief. Dante comforts Reader because Dante is the best and most sweetest half-Devil husband. There is hope. There is a happy ending I promise.

⚠️Warning: This story contains and features the topic of miscarriage. Miscarriage is a very sensitive subject to some people, so if you are uncomfortable with this subject in any way, please do not read. Please note this is my first time writing such a topic, I do not want to come off as offensive or insensitive in anyway so please understand. Thank you.⚠️

Requested by @xx-scene-queen-of-vampires-xx

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The day you were told you were pregnant was you and Dante's most exciting moment. You and Dante prepped and got everything ready in anticipation for the baby. Until one day, you awoke to the worst case scenario every expecting mother fears. Now you are unsure how to proceed in the aftermath. But your loving husband Dante isn't going to let you go through this alone.

You remember the day you told Dante to take you to the hospital after you woke up to throw up last night's take-out and realising your monthly was late.

You remember sitting nervously in the waiting room with Dante, anxiously biting your nails and Dante tapping his foot nervously as you both awaited results. Then the doctor called you both in.

You remember feeling nervous until the doctor told you the words.

"You are pregnant"

You remember looking at Dante, nervously. Then you felt joy at seeing Dante give you the biggest, most happiest grin ever and you both shared a joyful laughter as he picked you up and spun you around, holding gently on to you as you giggled.

Dante leaned forward and planted a big kiss on your head.

"I'm gonna be a Dad" Spoke Dante excitingly and softly.

"I'm gonna be a Mom" You Gasped, feeling the excitement bubbling.

"A badass Mom!" Remarked Dante winking at you as you giggled.

"And you, a badass Dad" You Replied back and kissed Dante with happy tears in your eyes.

Everything went great. Dante told Vergil and Nero about it, you told the girls Kyrie, Trish, Nico and Lady. Patty and Morrison stopped by to give their congratulations and you couldn't be happier.

The weeks flew by. You and Dante were building the nursery, Nico and Nero helping Dante build the crib. You didn't know what colour to paint the nursery.

"Pink!" Cried Patty excitedly.

"What if the baby's a boy?" You Asked Patty sweetly.

"Blue then!" Patty Replied.

"Yeah but we don't know if the baby's a girl or boy" Dante Remarked. You nodded as the baby's gender was still unknown.

"How about a different colour than the traditional colours? Maybe a nice bright yellow?" You Suggested.

"Or a flaming hot red?" Suggested Dante.

"How about green?" Patty Asked.

"Green? That actually sounds nice. Green is a lovely colour" You Replied smiling softly as Patty danced around excitingly. For an 18 year old, Patty was still full of beans as ever.

Kyrie took you shopping, picked out cute baby clothes and maternity clothes. Looking at the purchased baby shoes, your heart raced excitedly as you thought of the baby, waddling around in these shoes.

You and Dante attended appointments with the doctors and made sure to take your prenatals. Everything was going great. You and Dante were looking forward to the day you'd meet your child.

It was all going well......until it wasn't. One morning, you woke up to blood staining the bedsheets and pain shooting through you. Panic immediately set in. It was too early, far too early for the baby.

You were rushed to hospital and down the hospital's hallways as Dante held your hand throughout. You turned to the doctor, begging for answers.

"Doctor, it's too early for the baby! It's too early! Is something wrong?!" You Cried, panicking.

"Everything's all right, we're gonna help you" The Doctor would say but you didn't feel reassured. The doctors wheeled you into the room and Dante was made to wait outside the room.

After a hour or so, the doctor came out and told Dante the most heart crushing news no expecting father to be has to hear.

"Your wife has suffered a miscarriage. I'm very sorry Mr. Sparda. This is a very difficult situation and I understand if you need a moment or two" Explained the doctor.

Dante's heart sank. The child you and Dante made together, the child you both were eager to meet, was gone. Not even beginning to live and already their life was snuffed out.

And Y/N? Oh god was she okay?

"My wife! How's is she? Please tell me she's alright" Asked Dante tearfully.

"Your wife's condition is stable. She'll be alright. Though this unfortunate news will not be easy to take in. Let her rest first, in the morning you can go in to her. She'll need you when we tell her the unfortunate news" Explained the doctor.

And Dante was there, holding your hand as you screamed and cried upon hearing the news. Dante held you close as you sobbed into his chest, your heart utterly broken. Dante's eyes welled up with tears and he too quietly sobbed with you. But there was one thing you wanted to know.

"Was it a girl? Or a boy?" You Asked tearfully.

The doctor looked at his notes and looked at you with sympathy.

"It was a girl" Answered the doctor and a wave of hot tears came over you and Dante as you both held on to each other and cried.

When you were cleared to go home, you felt like a zombie. You'd walk past the nursery and see the crib, empty and cold. The green paint and design of the room mocked you, the toys you received from friends and family, taunting you. Worst was holding the shoes you picked out for the baby, it's small size making your heart shatter all over again as fresh tears welled in your eyes as you clutched the baby shoes close to your chest and sobbed.

"This wasn't supposed to happen! We were supposed to be a family! Why did this happen to us? Why?" You Sobbed loudly.

Dante came upstairs and took you into his arms as you both sat on the floor of the nursery.

"I'm sorry Dante" You Whimpered.

"Hey, don't say that. Don't ever apologise for something that we couldn't control. You did everything right, you ate good and took your prenatals. We went to the appointments, we did everything we could" Explained Dante as he held you in his arms.

"But why? We were gonna be a family. We were gonna have a little girl" You Sniffled.

"I don't know why babe. I wish I knew, some people would say it wasn't meant to be but I honestly don't know what to say to make this better. Maybe there's nothing to say to make this all better. But i know one thing. I love you Y/N and I know this feeling won't heal overnight but I promise I'll be here by your side. You don't have to go through this alone. We'll do this together, I promise you Y/N" Declared Dante.

You both looked into each other's teary eyes.

"We'll get through this" Dante Assured you.

"Together?" You Asked, feeling so much love for your husband in that moment and even though the pain will not go away overnight, you knew you didn't have to go through this alone.

"Always" Replied Dante and together you both shared a comforting embrace, tears falling from both each other's eyes.

That was 3 years ago and looking back on that terrible moment, you were thankful for your husband. Friends and family came together for you two and with their support, your recovery from this traumatic chapter in your lives began. It was a slow recovery, there were times where things got hard but you and Dante had each other and slowly you both pulled through.

To help with copying with the loss, You and Dante kept the pregnancy scan photos, along with a pink hair ribbon, a pair of baby shoes and a small teddy in a decorative box on the mantlepiece, a sort of memorial to the little girl you and Dante were hoping to meet. You both named her "Danielle".

3 years on and you both pulled through, stronger and closer than ever. You looked over to the mantlepiece and smiled softly.

You then turned to the window and smiled when you felt Dante's arms wrap around you.

"Hey babe" Purred Dante happily as he nuzzled your neck lovingly.

"Hey honey" You Replied and turned to kiss your husband's scruffy cheek. You both chuckled and continued looking out the window, deep in thought.

"Something on your mind?" Asked Dante softly.

"Nothing much. Just....." You Began but stopped yourself. Dante frowned, confused.

"What's wrong babe?" Asked Dante turning you around to face him. You felt unsure how to tell him what you were thinking.

"It's just......" You Began.

"Go on" Spoke Dante softly.

"I wanna try again" You Answered.

Dante looked shocked, then surprised.

"You mean, try for a baby?" Dante Asked nervously. You nodded.

"I think I'm ready. But if you're not, we can always wait Dante" You Assured him, smiling softly.

"Only if you are sure you're ready babe" Said Dante.

"I am" You Confirmed, confident.

"Alright then. Shall we take this upstairs?" Asked Dante, smirking. You giggled softly and let Dante carry you upstairs.

"Yes, my darling husband" You Remarked and you two proceeded upstairs.

A few weeks later, you were confirmed to be pregnant. Naturally you and Dante were nervous, given what happened 3 years ago. But soon it was apparent, this time was going to be different.

9 months later, you gave birth to a beautiful boy. You and Dante named him Julian. And you both promised little Julian that when he grows up, you will tell him about his sister who went on to become an angel and watch over you, Dante and baby Julian.

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❤️‍🩹Okay, so that was a lot of angst. And I due to the subject of the story, I decided to put in a happy ending for reader and Dante. It would feel wrong of me to leave it here without giving it at least a happy ending❤️‍🩹

Thanks again for the request👍❤️

[aiwokure]

Day 2 - Frozen Lake

Nico Robin x F!Reader

Desc: Young!Robin convinces Young![y/n] to try ice skating for the first time. It goes about as well as you’d expect.

WC: 1.1k

CW: Robin and Reader are around 18-19 years old, slightly toxic relationship, death mentions, slightly suggestive ending

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other december writing challenge fics [click here]

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Snow sprinkled down on the island and chattering voices could be heard from every crevice. Robin, currently wearing sunglasses and an aviator hat, is awestruck by the winter wonderland. [y/n] could sense her partner’s growing excitement, mainly due to the fact that she’s become nonreactive. “Hello? Doctor? We have an unresponsive patient here under the name of Nico Robin. Permission to restrict smooches?”

The dark haired woman shoots [y/n] a slightly annoyed look, unlacing their fingers so that she can cross her arms. “Oh, like it’s such a crime to take in the scenery. I was just making sure it’s safe, that’s all.” She lies with ease, lips pursed in faux disapproval. “Uh huh, sure. Let’s go find someplace to stay, then we can look around and do whateverrr you want.” [y/n] is quick to socialize with the locals, she’s always been the better one between her and Robin.

In their spare time together, the mercenary forces Robin to take “classes” on bargaining. Unfortunately, [y/n] isn’t a good teacher, her temper gets the best of her when Robin continues to make mistakes. However when she finally gets it right, the reward makes the archaeologist feel nice and warm inside. “Stay here, I’ll see what I can get us.” [y/n] enters the inn, after giving her instruction, leaving Robin to take in her environment.

Kids running around with cold noses playing in the snow, adults sitting in sheltered areas sharing warm drinks (possibly alcohol by how rambunctious they’re getting), and oh, young lovers skating together on a frozen lake, all smiles and giggles. Envy threatened to bubble up in her heart, [y/n] is not exactly a lover of winter activities, she would never agree to something like ice skating.

Click!

A light bulb goes off as bright as a summer’s sun in Robin’s brain, and about five minutes later, [y/n] exits with a satisfied smile. “We’re sharing a suite. It comes with a kitchen, so we can prepare some meals for when we’re back at sea.” Robin was less interested in the room and more interested at the thought of going ice skating. She hasn’t been in such a long time, it would bring her so much inner joy to experience it once more, even if it’s only for a few seconds.

“[y/n], let’s go ice skating.” The [h/c] woman gives her a confused glance. “Can’t you just go by yourself? I’ll have the suite set up and dinner made when you come back.” Robin huffs, grabbing some of the luggage before spinning around to return the look with an unwavering stare. “How about I help you set up, we go ice skating, then make dinner together?” [y/n] can feel the confusion quickly churn into annoyance at her partner’s insistence.

“What the hell are you going on about? You know I don’t do stuff like that.”

“You said we can do, quote ‘whateverrr you want’, I want to go ice skating with you. Just for a few minutes! It’s rare that we get the chance to be normal like this, don’t you want to cherish it? After this I won’t ask for anything else, I promise.” Robin begins to plead, her grip tightening on the luggage the more passionate that she got.

[y/n] hesitates, it’s even more rare for the archaeologist to get so worked up about something so menial. She heaves a big sigh, willing her annoyance to go away. She is, after all, a woman of her word.

“Fine, only a few minutes. Now let’s get this inside.” Seeing Robin’s face glow with joy made [y/n] feel guilty about being rough with her, but it also made her crave seeing it more often.

“You can hold onto me, I’ll make sure that you don’t fall. You have to activate your core! Don’t put too much pressure on your ankles or they’ll be achy later.” Robin spouts instructions and advice with rapid fire, hovering near [y/n] as she wobbles warily on the icy floor. “Please stop talking,” the mercenary grunts, gripping the rails with startling strength. Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t- the raven haired woman repeats like a mantra in her head.

The confident and skillful [y/n] is shaking like a newborn fawn on nature’s ice rink. It’s certainly something the locals got a chuckle out of. A little boy skates by smoothly, spinning around to look at the duo. “Big sis, did you know that last year someone fell and they broke the ice, so everyone had to leave the lake, but some people didn’t move fast enough, and they fell in, so my daddy jumped in to re-resc-rescue them, and he almost died.”

He sighs sympathetically at the end of his story, lips down turned at the memory. “Oh yeah?” [y/n] grits out, more focused on regaining balance than some random brat. “Yeah…” the boy confirms, shoulders drooping before he perks back up. “So don’t fall okay? I still have to ask Jayce to be my friend!” Robin couldn’t help the laughter that built up in the back of her throat.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her so that you can befriend Jayce.” She chuckles while consoling the young boy, her arm was wrapped snugly around [y/n]’s waist. “Oversharing is a child’s specialty, no?” Robin looks over at her partner, an amused yet adoring grin on her lips. “Whatever, let’s just get off this ice so his dear daddy doesn’t die for real.” The mercenary’s teeth were faintly chattering, ears and nose stinging from the cold.

“Thank you for doing this with me. I appreciate it a lot.” Robin swoops in to place a warm kiss on [y/n]’s forehead, but in that moment, someone crashed into her. A yelp escapes her lips, as does her balance as she leans heavily into the [h/c] haired woman, who didn’t have any to begin with. They land roughly on the ice in a jumbled pile, Robin’s face flush against [y/n]’s chest. “Fuckin’ hell!”

Robin gently rubs the back of [y/n]’s head, the ice pack resting on the counter. “M’sorry… I was feeling nostalgic when I saw the rink and I wanted to experience that joy again with the person I like.” The raven haired woman confesses, tucking herself under her partner’s chin. She could feel the vibration of [y/n] humming in acknowledgment. They laid tangled up amongst each other on the couch, Robin currently being the little spoon.

“It’s okay, it was kinda fun I guess.” [y/n] responds before repositioning herself to hover above the archaeologist. “I liked seeing you in your element. Sorry for being a bit of a hardass earlier today.” She places a loving kiss on the tip of Robin’s nose, then another on her lips, her hand starting to creep up Robin’s sweater. “Let me make it up to you?” [y/n] asks seductively, shifting down so that she was between the dark haired woman’s legs.

Her hand gently caressed Robin’s lower tummy, triggering a swarm of butterflies as well as a feeling of longing. The archaeologist flushed a beautiful red, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth. “Okay.”

[findroleplay]

🌚Hello! I am a 24 year old female in search of some new rp partners for mpreg plots! (18+ only please. No minors) I usually like longer stories with characters developing/changing/growing etc. I love to make plots with my partner, as well as share fandom memes, videos, and more. I always love getting to talk out of chat as well.

NSFW very very welcome but not entirely necessary

My preferred genres and ‘tags’ are, hurt comfort, whump, and always angst.

My triggers/ no-no’s are BDSM, incest, rape/non-con, self harm, harm toward children, infantilism, feet, or pedophilia. (this being said I do not mind rp’ing teenagers if the SO is also a teen)

I do prefer to be the carrier in mpreg storylines but if you would like to do multiple I am perfectly comfortable being the one not pregnant.

My fandoms

Voltron I rp: Keith~ ships: Keith/Lance

Rise of the Guardians/ HTTYD~ I rp: Jack Frost~ Ships: Jack Frost/ Hiccup, Jack/Bunny

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus~ I rp: Leo Valdez~ Ships: Leo/Nico, Leo/Percy, Leo/Jason, Leo/Frank

Miraculous Ladybug~ I rp: Adrien~ Ships: Adrien/Luca, Adrien/Marinette

Marvel (Comics & MCU)~ I rp: Loki mostly~ Ships: er... all but siblings.

Avatar the last Airbender~I rp: Zuko~ Ships: Zuko/Sokka, Zuko/Jet

Blue Exorcist~ I rp: Rin~ Ships: Rin/ Shima, Rin/Sugaro

TMNT~ I rp: Raphael~ Ships: Raph/Casey

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss~ I rp: Angel Dust~ Ships: Angel/Alastor, Angel/Husk, Angel/Lucifer

Harry Potter~ I rp: Draco, Regulus~ Ships: Draco/Harry, Draco/Fred, Regulus/James

Arcane~ I rp: Viktor~ Ships: Viktor/Jayce

The Legend of Vox Machina~ I rp: Percy (Percival de Rolo)~ Ships: Percy/Vax, Percy/Vex

Encanto~ I rp: Camilo~ Ships: Anybody but family

Red White and Royal Blue~ I rp, Alex or Henry~ Ships: Alex/Henry

Carry On Series~ I rp: Baz~ Ships: Baz/Simon

The Magnus Archives~ I rp: Martin or Jon~ Ships: Martin/Jon

I am also willing to ship with any OC’s (other than the last three)

If none of the fandoms appeal I am also willing to make our own stories with OC’s. I love fantasy, modern fantasy, Sci-Fi, supernatural worlds or elements and some historical, though I will admit I’m not the best at those. I don’t much care for non fiction or modern. College AU’s are 50/50.

Time. I try to reply daily but I do work a few jobs and I will of course extend this courtesy to you.

I think that’s everything I can think of. I’m excited to begin. Please leave a like on the post and I’ll get to you asap! 🌚

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[aleksa-sims]

My RL gameplay (18+)

CW adult themes

After this strange discussion/fight with Philip, I tried to relax a bit while he met his friends. 🤨 Some distraction will do me good, I thought.  I looked into this huge mirror and I started to take a closer look at my.... “problematic areas” & I had the feeling, that I had gained weight. 🤔 Am I pregnant or what? 🤨 I’d rather not make such silly jokes! I was overdue! But I was sure, that I was NOT pregnant! My doc told me, that I don’t have to think about my contraception for at least one year.  Idk what it’s called in English, but I was using this.... hormone-free thing, which you have for 3 years, because I can’t take the pill. ...I went to shower and suppressed those thoughts that annoy me when it comes to my body and when I was done, Nico called me. I told N. what was going on with Philip and me. I asked him a few questions about Philip. I wanted to know if P. had ever had a longer relationship with a woman. I mean, with Victoria, he was only together for a month and with my sister...maybe 2 months?? And everything before that, I didn’t know. Nico wasn’t really excited about the questions I asked him, but he told me a lot of interesting things. Still! Some of what Nico told me, I would like to forget! I wish, I had never known!!!! 😞 😢

Nico: Yea, P. also had longer relationships, but why do you want to know this now babe?

Me: He’s so decisive & sometimes totally ruthless. Idk if this is just because of my relapse or if he’s always been like that. I know, it’s totally stupid to talk to you about this.😬 😕 I mean...YOU! You may have been even worse than him.🤨

Nico: Well, I guess you’re the cause of all this. First you drove me crazy and now him! Or why else did he take your phone? 🤨

Me: I live here like a prisoner. And that’s been going on for a week! So I didn’t do anything stupid. I promised him, and I kept it, and I promised you too! And now, tell me a bit more about P.’s ex-girlfriends.

Nico: His first girlfriend, I think he was with her fooor..Idk babe?🤦‍♂️! But, lets say... 2 years?? 😬 After that, he was with another one for-.. ugh!...For a while, OK? But when P. moved away from home, they broke up. And you remember my old apartment. When I lived there with Sofia’s brother. P. was with that crazy yoga bitch. I didn’t see him for a while when he was with her, because of soccer. But once he came to me with her and she had sex with P.& me. They were still together for a few months, but after that, he only had such short affairs & hookups. That’s all I know! 🤷‍♂️

Me: Ok, Nico! That you had Sex with that.... yoga bitch.... you didn’t have to tell me this!!!! Do you know what this feels like to me?? 😧 Like you’re doing the same thing to me that Philip did to her. 😢 I think you two are into this sick SHIT??? 😠   

Nico: I’m sorry, babe! 😦 😟 I really didn’t think of that now! I thought P. told you about it when he confessed to you about Victoria.🤨 And besides, I never planned for you and Philip to have sex. This idea came to me only when I saw how well you two get along, especially when I wasn’t home.🤨

Me: You know what? It’s ok! It’s... my own fault! 🤷‍♀️ 😞 ......😢 

Nico: I didn’t do this to do Philip a favor. Honestly not! And believe me, babe, that thing with you was very different from that shit before! We didn’t do it together with her, if you know what I mean. She wanted this! Not P.! He just didn’t mind.

Me: Please just stop talking about it, I never want to hear this again, I just want.... to forget! 😟

Nico: I’ll be home soon for a few days, and then we’ll sort this out.

Me: No! I don’t want to talk about this thing! I just want to suppress it and this is done for me N.! 😠

Nico: Are you sure? I don’t want this shit to come between us. I’m gonna kill Philip! He told me, he told you about this! 😠

Me: Just fuck it, ok? I’m hanging up now. I’m cold, and I think P. has come home? Will you call me tomorrow?

Nico: Sure! As always! ILY and..... please don’t do any more shit and just .....listen to him! I know you don’t like this, but...you know WHY!

Me: Yeah 😒 .....Ok N. then....call me tomorrow.

Philip: Hey! I thought you were talking to someone?

Me: It was just Nico. And I thought you’d come home later. 🤨

Philip: I’m going to bed...are you coming? 🤨

Me: I-...I will be right there. 

Philip: But don’t take too long! I’m tired.

Me: 🤨 😧

This thing Nico told me about, will unsettle me completely.  And P.? I just didn’t know what to do and how to react to him. That’s why I just did what he wanted, to stop bugging him.  And I honestly didn’t dare talk to him about our... little fight, when he got home that night. 😕

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[moxiety-my-love]

My thoughts while watching the new Sanders Asides video

Intro: ooh, there's some warnings, so we know this is gonna be a spicy one

0:19- WTF WAS THAT ASIDES LOGO MAGI THING?? I LOVE IT.

0:26- remus' theme, very exciting

0:49- i'm glad to know that thomas is just as awkward as i am when texting lol. also, HE'S TEXTING NICO!!

0:52- logan!! the boy!! also, i think this is the first time we've seen one of the sides rise up in thomas' bedroom? not super exciting, but i thought it was interesting.

1:06- i absolutely would have laughed at '69' as well. sorry, logan.

1:33- i also have a 5am and 2pm version of myself, dw thomas.

1:43- rolling out of bed that way is SO damn satisfying. couldn't relate more.

2:14- logan, you're so cute. i love how he gets so excited about his schedule.

3:54- why is thomas turning old?? remus, what did that trap do?

4:00- it's nico! in real life! not cartoon!

4:12- oh, and ancient thomas is here too. that's fun.

4:18- how long has it been since remus has made a video appearance? since the first asides video, which was probably over a year ago? remus stans are quaking rn.

4:45- i just noticed the carrot emoji next to nico's name in thomas' phone and that is such a tiny detail and reference but it's so cute

5:31- remus, you bastard. also, a pin in the food feels kind of simultaneously evil but also below your standards.

5:59- KCUM

6:18- remus there are so many people in this fandom that you turn on, it's so not okay. also, i'm so here for the sexual innuendos.

6:35- it doesn't even surprise me that logan would ruin the updog joke

7:21- roomba on the loose, what crimes will it commit?

7:51- i like how the picture frames went blank; it's a nice detail. reminds me of when hermione's parents' pictures went blank in deathly hallows part two.

8:12- SHAPES AND COLOURS

8:49- roomba has committed a murder

9:22- ROOMBA HAS COMMITTED A LEGITIMATE MURDER

9:34- remus is allergic to soap confirmed

9:44- ok ok. i have a theory. one of the times that thomas' phone buzzes, he's going to pick it up thinking it's a chore alarm, but it's actually going to be nico.

10:04- pirate remus!!

10:11- patton would love the bratwurst pun

11:37- okay i'm here for the rube goldburg traps, but come on, remus. all that was way too much work to freak out thomas. just prank phone call the guy and that would be enough to send him into a panic.

11:56- being that he was in the closet for many years, thomas definitely knows that closets aren't sentient, logan.

12:19- is that supposed to be remus shapeshifting as nico? am i crazy?

14:16- okay so it wasn't nico. it was some random murderer. also, remus has a knife kink confirmed?

15:08- lovely singing

15:18- REMUS, YOU SAUCY BOY. intrulogical shippers are shaking right now.

16:05- can confirm, emergency ketchup does not seem like a necessity.

16:10- solanum lycopersicum!!

17:57- so he was shapeshifting as nico! i think this is the first side to do this other than janus.

18:55- what the fuscia?

19:02- vibey music

19:14- i just had a visceral reaction to logan saying "shake what your mama gave ya"

20:00- okay so i don't think remus was actually shapeshifting, he just created a fake nico as far as i can tell.

20:59- lol the butt scratching. reminds me of a dog.

21:15- wtf. tongue lollipop?

21:24- cruncy bug

21:55- ignoring dummies for dummies. are nerds in blue ties bothering you? iconic.

22:12- WHAT DID I JUST WITNESS? orange eyes obviously have to symbolize the orange side, right? and since logan was angry, maybe this adds fuel to the flame of the idea that the orange side is rage/anger?

22:21- checking your breath before answering a phone call is absolutely something i would do

22:42- nico! the boy is calling! he's so cute. also, i love the reference to the "Mr." thing they did in the last video.

23:50- logan is sad boy :( but go thomas! go get your man!

24:02- what? that's it? what a place to end off at!

24:45- it wouldn't be a sanders sides video without a hello fresh ad

25:05- i love that he has their number saved omg

26:19- bye thomas!

26:27- patton's here!!

26:34- and roman!!

26:43- and virgil! my FAVOURITE boy!

26:50- oh, logan. you deserve all the influence.

2720- ooh, virgil? some resentment?

27:55- thomas is officially in his feels

28:08- janus is here too! which makes this the first video to include all the sides, if i'm not mistaken. also, what's with the mysterious music?

28:21- the orange eyes again! damn!

Final Thoughts:

As always, I'll bey opinion. Nico and Thomas are so cute, and I'm happy we got to see more of them together. I was also excited to see that we got all of the sides in one video, finally, though I'm still waiting for some onscreen interaction between Janus and Remus. The ending was super ominous, so I'm curious as to what's in store for the future. And as you all could tell, I was clearly very interested in the possibility of being introduced to the orange side. I can't wait to see everyone's theories and such.

As always, I'll be tagging spoilers for 7 days after the posting of this video, and I hope you all will too! I'll be using the tags "ts spoilers" and "sanders sides spoilers" respectively.

[fbfh]

nico di angelo relationship and intimacy headcanons

As with all steamy/nsfw works, the characters are aged up to 18+/college era

so

let’s get started ‘,:)

(1.1k words ooooh boy get ready)

Clingy cat boyf

If he’s dating you he already feels really close and comfortable around you

Do not be surprised if he gets really physically affectionate really fast

I’m talking jump your bones after a week of being official

Pun intended

He loves when you kiss his neck

Blushes so easily

Tends to mutter things in italian when he gets overwhelmed 

Which is often

but that doesn’t stop him

Believe me

Okay he’s an old fashioned fella

He still has a lot of internalized dating and courting etiquette rules from the 30’s 

and you’d think it makes him wanna take it slow

But nah son

During the 30’s no one had any goddamn time for taking it slow

Don’t worry about that 

It was also common for soldiers to get gifts like gum, candy, flowers, chocolate, and nylon stockings for girls they liked

Nico subconsciously falls back on this a lot

You end up with a small collection of fuzzy socks

You don’t automatically get the connection, but when you realize how important nylon stockings were in the 30’s because of the shortage, and that he was getting the present day equivalent of that for you

You appreciate your little collection of socks even more

All that being said we can come to two conclusions

His love language (amplified by the whole son of the God of wealth and death thing) is gifts, physical contact, and quality time

Especially with how much mortal danger he and the gang have been in the past few years, he does not want to waste any time, especially if he really likes you

Which he probably does 

Really really likes it when you take off his clothes 

Especially his shirt

That’s up there among his favorite parts

Absolutely an any time any place kinda guy 

Thinks of it exclusively as making love

Finds any new slang or euphemisms hilarious 

You call it banging once and he laughed for like 20 minutes

“So, are we banging or what?”

“Nico?”

“Nico why are you laughing?”

He has a lot of trauma obviously

His problems aren’t magically instantly fixed by you but he’s noticed how drastically your presence helps him feel better 

Can barely sleep if you’re not there

Like he has some of your cologne/perfume on him in case you get separated and can’t sleep next to him

If he does have nightmares 

Which thank gods are getting fewer and further between

A little light making out and netflix can usually solve the problem

Or like

Riding him

That usually works too

The faces he makes are,,,,,,

Very nice,,,,

he’s also very vocal

You one time deleted a happy birthday voice mail from a childhood friend to make room on your phone for an audio recording he sent you

And like be real

If your friend had heard it they would have deleted their message themselves

It takes him a while to get the hang of technology 

As soon as he does

He sends you a voice text

You’re like aww 

So you listen to it 

“Hello, cuore mio…”

Oh shit

Your face got very red

You were really lucky you were alone

Every time you see audio messages from him you know not to listen to them without headphones 

You also try not to listen to them until you’re on your way to somewhere you can be alone with him

There have been a lot of “meet me in the janitor’s closet” texts between the two of you

aLsO play with his hair

You did it once cause some hair fell in his face 

He moaned

“… will you do that again?”

The answer is yes

Yes you will

Write him love letters and his heart will explode

Everything from “thoughts of you get me through the day” to “truly astonished by how much I want you to rail me”

All are super effective 

He absolutely 100% has a locket with a picture of you

He just gazes at it sometimes when he needs a little extra hit of serotonin 

Okay okay we all know a certain Mr. Jackson who is king of surprising you in the shower

Nico is a close second

Honestly you and him probably break the intimacy ice first of any couples in the demisquad

Stamina for dayyyys

Never gets tired???????

Even you find yourself laughing “are you actually hard again?” Way more than you’d expect to

Also expect a lot of…. Private photos and Polaroids

You never would have expected to have a shoebox buried in your closet full of pictures and love letters that are very much not suited for general audiences

Much less three or four

K i n g  of quickies

“Any time, any place” -Nico Di Angelo probably

Likes buying you underwear and lingerie 

A whole lot

He’ll sometimes surprise you with a bunch of shopping bags 

You look through them equally excited every time

You do a little fashion show of all the stuff he got you

You usually don’t make it past three things before they’re on the floor

His kisses are so gentle and tender

They have all the soft fierce passion of Shakespeare plays and jazz vinyls

At one point pretty early on you started to feel bad that he was spending so much money on you 

“Don’t worry, vita Mia, it’s a non issue." 

After you’re done shopping he pulls out a black credit card with gold accents from a bank you don’t recognize

It says "bank of afthonos”, and in a fancy, minimalistic script below, “palladium select”

He sees you looking at the card and a smile plays at the corner of his lips

“Birthday gift from dad,” he answers without you having to ask

Ah

You can tell the cashier wants to roll her eyes, but he always makes a point to tip very generously

He hands her a few big bills and the irritation falls her face 

he holds you close as you leave the store, still a little surprised by everything that had happened in the past five minutes

“Anything else you want?”

You think back to when you two first got together

“I’ve had everything I want for a while now,” you tell him, giving his hand a squeeze

He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek 

He pulls you into a small family bathroom and locks the door, pulling you close and kissing your neck

“I think we can be a little late to our lunch reservation…”

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 13)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (3.5k words, angst at first, just a little overthinking, then fluff, Fernandos a big sap, sloppy kissing, they're desperate, choking, daddy kink kinda, dry humping, unprotected sex, overstim) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {Now that they can be cute this is so easy to write}

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It'd only been a few days since Lance and Fernando had seen eachother so it made no sense for them to be as excited as they were but that didn't change anything.

Lance had persuaded his father yet again to book the same hotel as the Spaniard, not wanting to spend a moment away from him now that they were together.

They were together, right?

Lance hadn't gotten a straight answer, ahen he asked Fernando what they were he felt stupid, he really felt like a teenager as he looked up to the man and uttered the words.

Fernando said he was whatever Lance wanted him to be but he wasn't sure, did Fernando want to be with him? Was it just casual sex? Is this casual to him? Does he do this with everyone? He felt like his head was spinning as he shoved his face into the pillow of his hotel bed.

Lance was getting bored waiting to see the Spaniard again, knowing he'd been booked a later flight so he wouldn't arrive for ages (he texted Lance 10 minutes ago saying he was 15 minutes away)

His stomach was in knots as he thought about seeing Fernando again, worried things would be awkward, worried Fernando was going to say he made a wrong choice, he felt childish for worrying about things like this. He knew Fernando was more mature than the people he'd had little crushes on, nicer than all of them too, but he couldn't stop worrying that he was going to change.

He was torn away from his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door, jumping out of his bed and peeking through the peeper before opening the door to the Spaniard. He was about to pull him in when Fernando came forward, pulling the Canadian into his arms

"Missed you so much, mi vida" He whispered, squeezing Lance as the boy giggled

"I missed you too, Nando" He responded, closing the door behind them. Lance's hand found its way to the mans head, running his fingers through his overgrown hair

"How are you? Was the flight fine?" Fernando spoke, pulling away to look at him as they spoke

"I'm good, Nando, we were just texting a few hours ago" Lance smiled, still playing with the mans hair "The flight was good, wished you were there"

"Really? Am here now" Fernando hummed, hands settling on the boys hips "Why did you want me there?"

"Not for anything dirty!" Lance said, hitting Fernandos chest and pulling away with a scoff "Dirty, dirty, dirty!"

"You don't wanna go again, Lancito?" The man frowned, trailing after the boy with a whine, it was funny to see how Fernando acted away from the cameras

"I'm jet lagged" Lance lied, turning away from Fernando to hide the smile on his face

"I could help" Fernando whispered, kissing the boys jaw between his words, earing giggles from the ticklish rookie

"Later" He answered, turning to face the Spaniard who looked fairly pleased with the answer

"I can live with that" He smiled, placing his hands on Lance's cheeks as he brought him closer for a kiss, the Canadian happy to give him what he wanted this time. "You look lovely" He felt the Spaniard whisper against his lips, breaking out into giggles, flustered at the sweetness.

They got to the paddock together, walking and talking before they parted ways to get ready for quali, both of their teammates quick to notice what was going on

"So," Nico started, looking at Lance from his side of the garage "Anything exciting happen last week?"

"Uhm" Lance thought, lifting himself up onto the counter behind him "Not that I can think of"

Nico scoffed, shaking his head as he listened to Lance, mr "i'm not gay"

Fernando was pissed, he'd just gotten pole then his team informed him he was given a 2 second time penalty for some bullshit ass reason. Those two fucking seconds bringing him from p1 to p15.

His irritation subsided when he heard a cheery Canadian coming his way, calling his name in a sing-song tone

"Nandooo"

"Hola, Lancito" He hummed a response, turning around to face Lance as he pulled out the chair next to him

"So, on pole again, feel good to be back?"

"Not anymore" He responded, seeing the confused look on Lance's face "Me and Michael got a time penalty for each part so I'm p15"

"What?" He scoffed, Lance confused at the decision "What'd you do wrong?" He asked, the man just shrugging, Lance felt bad especially considering how he'd just walked in talking about Fernando being p1

"Is alright, am winning the championship still" Fernando added, feeling bad at the sight of the sad boy, glad when his face lit up, knowing Fernando was right.

The race started and Lance was off to a good start, passing De La Rosa once again and getting closer to Button ahead of him, it seemed to be going well until turn 6 when his rear wheels locked up, sending him spinning into the barriers in a matter of seconds, all he could do was groan.

"Are you okay, Lance?" Brad asked, Lance feeling like he'd heard that constantly all season

"Yep, I'm fine, sorry." He responded, getting out of the car just in time to see his boyfriend drive past

He was in his drivers room, laying on his stomach since him and Nico both retired at this point of the race.

He was about to fall asleep when he heard a knock on his drivers room door, sitting up to see who it was "Huh?"

"Lancito, can I come in?" His eyes lit up, Fernando being greeted by a very enthusiastic looking Lance

"Is the race over? That was quick."

"Did not finish, they put my wheel on wrong." Fernando laughed as he stepped in, Lance closing the door to meet the man on the couch

"Isn't this your first retirement in a while?"

"23 races, yeah." He hummed as he sat down, leaning his head on the wall behind him, race suit unzipped half way down to his waist

"I'm sorry, Nando, are you okay?" Lance frowned, leaning his head on the Spaniards shoulder

"Mhm, I do not mind" He nodded, turning to look at Lance as his arm snaked around his waist, pulling the Canadian against him, planting gentle kisses on the side of Lance's face

"You sure? If you were upset I was gonna offer my help.." He whispered, head settling in the crook of the older mans neck to conceal the giggles from the feeling of the mans facial hair brushing against his cheek, leaving soft kisses near the tattoo on his neck.

"Did I say I don't mind? I mean..." He dragged out his words, resituating himself as he pulled Lance onto his lap "I'm so upset, Lancito," Fernando frowned, making eyecontact with the Canadian "It's so sad, I really wanted to do well"

"Oh, my poor Nando," Lance cooed, lips curving up as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on the mans forehead, hands settled on his shoulders

"Can you make me feel better, Lancito?" He questioned, looking up at the boy on his lap, pleading eyes admiring the sight of him from above

"Since you're so hurt I guess it's the least I could do" He spoke quietly, well aware of how thin the walls around them were. After he got quiet Fernando was quick to connect their lips, done with waiting for him, it was already enough torture to keep his hands off of Lance all day that now that he could he wasn't planning on holding back.

He started slow again, gentle, not wanting to make the boy overwhlemed but as soon as he could he brushed his tongue on the boys lip, grinning slightly as his lips parted, taking it as a chance to slip his tongue in, refusing to wait before exploring his mouth.

Lance whined quietly, hands gripping tighter onto Fernandos shoulders as he took breaths between each kiss, not wanting to stop the man but he hadn't exactly gotten the hang of kissing yet.

As the kisses got sloppier the two got more desperate, Lance whining quietly as he rocked himself back and forth on the stronger mans lap, adoring the different feeling of this kiss, he liked how it felt to have Fernando somewhat manhandle him.

He was no longer being careful, no longer treating Lance as if he was glass that could shatter at any moment, he was rougher. His hands were gripping him tighter, guiding his hips as he finally pulled back, Lance whining at the loss of the Spaniards lips on his.

"Shh, be patient mi vida" Fernando whispered, turning to lean back further, liking Lance on top.

"Nando, please" He begged, seeing how quick Lance was to get desperate caused Fernandos dick to twitch, Lance grinding down as a response.

The Spaniard groaned, the feeling of Lance pressing down on him made him feel like he was on cloud nine, he knew if he kept moving how he was the boy could easily make him finish untouched. Fernando was truly in awe at how much of a natural Lance was, how quick he was to catch onto things and get good.

"Fernando" Lance muttered, leaning down to rest his head between Fernandos neck and shoulder again

"Si, Lancito?" Fernando spoke "What do you want, mi sol?"

"You, Nando" He breathed, the shorter mans eyes closing at the feeling of Lances lips brushing against his lips "Please, need you so bad" He spoke quietly, part of him scared of being caught but the other eager to know what would happej if he was.

"Okay, baby" Fernando nodded, propping himself up on his elbows as he moved the boy to sit up, wanting to look at him "Move like you were before, Lancito, can you do that for me?" He asked, the Canadian nodding eagerly as he did what the man asked, supporting himself with his two hands on his boyfriends chest as he rocked his hips, eyebrows furrowing at the friction, he'd never considered himself to be horny before but as soon as he found out how it felt to have Fernando in him it was all he wanted.

As Fernando started to guide the boy Lance couldn't stop the noises he made as a response, embarrassed at how loud he'd become at barely anything.

Fernando bit his lip, one hand leaving the boys side to wrap around his neck, pulling him down by it as if he was picking a kitten up by his scruff as he connected their lips again, Lance breathlessly whimpering into Fernandos lips as he began to move faster, deeper, body needing more.

"Fuck, Lancito" Fernando breathed, hand tightening around Lance's neck, pleasently surprised at just how receptive he was to it. "Sound so pretty, mi vida, who's making you feel this good, Lancito?"

He whined, eyes lidded as he struggled to continue, legs beginning to ache as he rocked back and forth "You, papi" Lance couldn't help himself as the name slipped out, Fernando absolutely adoring it.

The man loved knowing he was the only person to ever make Lance feel this way, the only one to ever have Lance on him like this

"Nando, please, please, need you in me" His grinding slowed down, practically stopping as he panted, the grip on his neck loosening, Fernando not wanting to stop the boy from catching his breath. It was endearing, how quick he got out of breath considering he was a literal athlete.

Fernando leaned to kiss the boys jaw, leaving wet kisses and bite marks on his skin as he pulled his race suit down more, wasting no time before pulling the waistband of his underwear down as well, just enough for the cold air of the room to hit his cock

"Lancito, need you to get up if you need me so bad" Fernando couldn't help but laugh at how quick Lance was to listen, being off the mans lap in seconds. "Take it off for me, baby, need your suit off"

The Canadian listened again, finding his way back onto him after he finished

"So good for me, Lancito, always so good for me, baby" He praised, fingers brushing over the tattoo on the boys torso, the two drivers' cocks pressed together as he waited for Lance to get situatied "Tell me when you're ready, mi sol, we need to be quick." He leaned back again, half lidded eyes watching as the pale boy moved on top of him

"I'm ready, please, need you."

"Put it in, Lancito." He instructed, hands moving down from his bare hips to Lance's thighs "Do you think you can do that for me, princesa?"

The boy nodded, quick to lift himself up and line the Spaniards cock up to his hole "Do I.." He began to ask, unsure if he was doing anything right on his own.

"Just sit, baby, you're doing great" Fernando reassured him, hands moving up and down his thighs as he felt his tip be pushed inside, the two of them breathing shakily at the now familiar feeling.

Lance shut his eyes tight as he felt himself sinking down, hands gripping onto Fernandos shoulders as he took him in fully, the Spaniard unable to tear his eyes away from the sight, seeing how Lance's eyebrows furrowed at the feeling and lips parted slightly as he panted drove Fernando crazy.

"Fuck, Lancito." He groaned, hand wandering to Lance's neck again as he leaned forward to finally kiss him, not noticing how he'd absentmindedly began moving the boy on his lap "Taking me so well. You're so billiant, mi vida"

The boy whimpered, not satisfied with the slow pace Fernando had set so he took matters into his own hands, bouncing himself on the Spaniards cock.

"God" Fernando groaned quietly, grabbing onto Lance harder as he let the boy set his own pace.

The taller boy leaned forward, bringing Fernandos hand back up to his neck, missing the pressure.

"What do you want, Lancito?" He asked, hovering his hand over the rookiee throat "Use your words, princesa."

"Choke me, please papi." He whined, his movements getting sloppier as his legs began to give out, struggling to keep a steady pace.

Fernando obliged, not going to deny Lance of something he asked so nicely for. He tightened his grip on his throat as he sat up slightly, leaving the two drivers chest to chest, their position familiar.

"Doing so good, Lancito, such a good boy for me" He cooed, praising Lance as he connected their lips again, adoring just how desperate he'd become after not having Fernando for a week.

The kisses were wet, neither of them in a position where they could be gentle, gentle was the last thing Lance wanted now that he knew how it felt to be choked and bit by the Spaniard.

Fernandos eyes lingered to his hand adorning the boys neck as he pulled away from the kiss, settling on the now red and purple marks he'd left on the boys jaw and neck, leaning forward to kiss them softly, even as they got rougher the last thing he wanted was for the boy to be hurt by him.

"Nando" He whined, laying his head in the crook of the mans neck

"Yes, mi sol?"

"I can't-" He started, practically just sitting with the mans cock in him "Need your help, Nando"

Fernando couldn't help but smile, kissing the boys cheek as he lifted him up, laying him on his back on the sofa.

"Look so pretty under me, Lancito" He purred, connecting their lips in order to contain his moans as Fernando began to move, pleased with the string of sounds that left Lances mouth as he did.

He set a steady pace, one hand tight on Lances neck as the other settled on the rookies waist, adoring the sight of the boy under him being reduced to whimpers and whines.

He parted their lips to get a better view, needing to see just how much Lance relished in the pleasure Fernando was bringing him.

Fernando loved knowing he was the first to make him feel this way, the first to hear his perfect moans as he thrusted in and out. The Spaniard adored knowing he was the best Lance would ever had.

The Canadian felt the eyes on him, whining as he brought his arms up to cover his face to hide the pink tint covering his cheeks.

"Nando" He moaned, unable to stop himself from being loud as Fernando fucked into him

"Shh, you need to be quiet, mi sol" Fernando whispered, hand gripping the boys throat harder to pull his head up "Can you be a good boy for me? You don't want to be caught, do you?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing the boy was still learning what exactly he wanted.

The Canadians breath hitched at the idea, cock twitching on his stomach as he heard the man above him scoff

"Would you like that, hm?" He cooed, moving Lance's hands away from his face "You want someone walking in and seeing just how much of a mess you are under me? How pathetic you look begging for my cock?"

He tried to respond, his words getting caught in the back of his throat, the thought of being caught causing Lance to react more than either of them thought it would.

Fernando continued thrusting into the boy, feeling himself slowly getting closer as the Canadian mewled. His sounds were so sweet, music to the Spaniards ears. He leaned down to nip at the skin on his neck, not bothering to care about the full garage on the other side of the door as Lance panted his name.

His hand left the pink drivers waist, wrapping his fingers around the base of the boys cock, knowing they needed to hurry up.

He began stroking his member at the same pace as his thrusts, enjoying the feeling of his hips bucking into the Spaniards hand, head arching back as he felt his orgasm creeping closer

"Fuck, fuck Nando, I- I- God, I'm gonna..." He struggled to form a sentence, gripping onto the material he was laid back on

"Cum, Lancito, Cum para papi." He instructed, biting harder onto the skin surrounding his collarbone, his goal to leave marks on the boys skin, claiming him.

As soon as Fernando told him to cum for him he did, his load coating both of their chests, Lance prepared for Fernando to slow down until he didn't, hand continuing to stroke the boy at the same pace

"Nando" He moaned, body shaking at the overwhelming amount of pleasure, the two cumming together seconds later, filling the room with gasps and pants at they both caught their breaths

"Fuck, Lancito, Took me so well, Such a good boy for me, mi vida" Fernando spoke, praise spilling out of his lips as he slowly rode out his high, feeling how full Lance was.

Lance moved his arms around Fernandos shoulders, pulling their chests together as Lance blushed, something so romantic about just laying in eachother presence after doing something so..... so.

Fernando found a hand towel and wet it, figuring the two had laid still for long enough. He sat Lance up, whiping off the boys torso before cleaning his own

"Nando?"

"Si, mi sol?"

"I love you"

Fernando smiled, setting the towel aside now that the two of them had been cleaned off. He leaned forward, softly planting kisses across the boys face, adoring hearing the giggles that came out of him as a response

"Stop, stop, stop" He breathed, wide smile on his face as he tried to push the Spaniard away "You could at least say it back"

"Te quiero mucho, Lancito" He spoke, patting the boys hair to lay smoothly on his head as he spoke "Now, If we stay here any longer people are gonna start worrying"

"I guess you're right" The Canadian whined, getting into the jeans and team shirt he'd came in while Fernando put his race suit back on, the two walking out of the drivers room as if nothing had happened.

As if everyone in the garage hadn't heard them and were now acticaly trying to not look at the bruises on the Canadians neck or make eyecontact as the drivers left together

"I think you were a little loud, mi sol" Fernando teased, Lance hitting him on his shoulder before hiding his face in his hands

"God, Nando, that's so embarrassing!"

"You sure seemed to like the idea before" Fernando hummed, wrapping his arm around Lance as he headed to the Renault garage, needing to change before the two could go back to their hotel.

[takaraphoenix]

Fic Writer Review

Thanks to @light-miracles​ for tagging me! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

As of this week, 1004 fics! :D”

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

8,052,836 words and counting ;)

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Gosh that depends on how you define “fandom”. Like, does the Rise of the Brave, Tangled Dragons fandom count as one, because the crossover makes it one fandom, or would you count the movies individually? Same goes to DC.

The way I would count it, I’d say 27. Counting all the DC properties under the DC umbrella as one, same for the crossover fandoms.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful (Marvel, Loki/Tony, 6245 kudos)

The Lion’s Pride (Voltron, Shiro/Keith/Lance, 5615 kudos)

Percy and the Ghost King of Summers High (PJatO, Nico/Percy, 4680 kudos)

Percy Jackson, Ambassador of Hades (PJatO, Nico/Percy, 3841 kudos)

My College Boyfriend (PJatO, Nico/Percy, 3613 kudos)

Deadass, this feels like a glitch. I have written seventy-nine multiple-chapter fics. By virtue of having multiple chapters, they tend to draw in a bigger crowd of people. And even if not, I could think of a dozen of more deserving oneshots off the top of my head, at least. I do not understand number 5 at all, it makes no sense, I have 1004 fics and by virtue of people clicking a button, this incredibly... mundane... not-even-3k-long fic is the fifth place for most-heart-button-clicks...? Like, it’s not a bad fic, it is just... impossibly boringly slice of life? Nothing happens in it? It’s not even one of the long oneshots where a lot of plot or feelings - or heck even insanely kinky smut I’d get - happens? I truly can not fathom what made this story so much more worthy of clicking the dumb heart-button than all of the hundreds of stories that have... so much more going on in it...? My brain genuinely can’t comprehend this.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Always. Because it feels like the polite thing to do. Sadly, receiving comments is not a given. Even when people like a fic - especially on AO3, with its cop-out “just click here to leave a heart” alternative, and yes I absolutely do think that that’s part of why many people don’t leave comments, because they are so conditioned through social media to think that a like-button is all it takes to communicate. So, in this comment-economy, I do think it’s worth to say thank you to those who do take the time and make the effort to leave actual feedback and truly let you know they enjoyed the story or what they enjoyed about the story.

6. A fic you've written with the angstiest ending.

That’d be a Beyblade oneshot from my German fandom days that was unrequited love ending in a suicide.

7. Do you write cross overs?

I used ot greatly dislike crossovers, because they only cater to a very specific group of people where those fandoms actually overlap for. But then I came across the whole Tangled/Brave/RotG/HttYD crossover fandom and it kind of took me by surprise. Opened my eyes to crossovers and since then, I’ve dipped into quite a couple different kinds of crossovers.

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

Were you really a fanfic author in the 2010 decade if you didn’t receive hate from the censorship and purity cult? Or, heck, in the beginning of that decade, from the homophobic “ew slash ships are evil and gross” crowd? :/

9. Do you write smut?

You could say that, yeah. *chuckles*

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

*ugly sobbing* I hate wattpad--

11. Ever had a fic translated?

I have been asked for permission more often than I can count, but I just... I just don’t like that? The thought of my fics on other people’s account, even when they do give credit to me as the original author.

And a bunch of the stolen fics on wattpad were, indeed, people who just decided to translate my fics and post them, all without my permission.

I did translate one fic myself though, because I wrote it when Germany passed the marriage equality law, so I wrote it in German and then figured I should also post it in English. ^^

12. Have you ever co written a fic?

Yes, I have! With the very lovely @kimmycup! ^-^

13. All time Fav ship.

ALL time. I think I have to go with Kaito/Shinichi from Detective Conan. It’s, by now, the ship that’s been with me the longest in an active way. I still get excited about them, I even wrote a fic for them just last month to celebrate my 1000th AO3 fic.

14. WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

*looks shamefully at Animexx* Basically all my old Beyblade fics. I dropped out of that fandom too suddenly and it doesn’t help that they’re in German and I’ve stopped writing in German.

15. Writing strengths?

Writing speed and the ability to plan ahead; both, when I write a fic as well as planning my schedule ahead.

16. Writing weakness?

Endings? I really struggle with when to end a fic and how.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

It’s stupid and unnecessary. Use italics and note what language they’re speaking in. Like, look, if it’s a language you actually speak, I can understand the temptation, but 90% of those include an A/N about how the author used Google translate for that and just... why.

And I straight-up hate when authors then don’t include the translation directly behind the spoken part but rather at the very end of the chapter... I don’t... I don’t want to scroll down to look at what I am just trying to read in the middle of the chapter and then have to find the place I was before? It completely breaks the reading flow.

I think that petnames, even some phrases, do make things more authentic, when you’re writing bilingual characters. But when it’s entire dialogues, that’s too much and should just be indicated that it is being said in another language.

18. First Fandom you wrote for?

Yu-Gi-Oh!

19. What's your fav fic you've written so far?

It always depends. I have a lot of fics I am very proud of, or that I think are incredibly well-done. But for me my favorite fic would be defined by the one I enjoy rereading the most. Within the last year or so, I’d say it’s probably The Lost Soulmarks, but there are a bunch I’m bouncing back and forth between and it’s also always up to what fandom or pairing I’m craving. There’s no one holy grail fic that I hold over all others, I guess.

Tagging @kimmycup, @fallenqueen2, @miazeklos, @donnas-troia, @justonemorechapternicercy

[ambssssssssss]

Deanoru + 15?

(I know I got this prompt forever ago I’m sorry!) 

Deanoru + Tattoos

It’s Chase’s dumb idea that they all get tattoos when it starts to become clear that they’re going in different directions. Chase’s dumb idea that Gert had actually agreed with and Alex was surprisingly excited about and even Karolina was looking forward to. Really, the only person who didn’t like the idea was Molly and that was only because Gert wouldn’t let her get one until she was 18, which was another year away. 

“But do we all get matching ones?” Alex had asked as they were discussing the logistics of getting them. They were sitting around the dining room table with piles of empty pizza boxes around them. “Or do we pick one for someone else?” 

“Maybe both?” Karolina suggested, her hand squeezing Nico’s thigh under the table. She’d been clingy lately but Nico wasn’t complaining about it. Even though they were going to New York together, Nico to train and Karolina for art school, they wouldn’t be spending all their time together anymore. They’d be in the same city but Nico would still miss her girlfriend terribly. “We can do something that represents all of us.” 

“Yeah! Like the Staff for Nico, my fistagons for me, a computer for Alex, a cat for Molly.” Chase paused and looked at the others in the room. “Would you want a print of Old Lace’s paw for you or her?” 

“Both, one for me and one for Lacey,” Gert gently patted the head of the dinosaur resting against her leg. “What about Karolina?” 

“I dunno, a bracelet?” Chase asked. “Though she doesn’t really wear one these days?” 

“A lesbian pride flag,” Alex said while pointing at Karolina’s sweater, which happened to follow that exact pattern. “Since she wears that sweater so often now.” 

“Why not something smaller?” Nico asks. “Putting something for all of us in one tattoo is a lot to sit through at one time. 

“I know!” Molly said excitedly. “We can get an ‘R’ like on the inside of our wrists.” 

“An R?” Gert looked at her sister, amused. 

“Yeah, for Runaways,” Molly shrugged. “I mean, that’s still technically what we are, even if we’re on speaking terms with our parents again.” 

“I like it,” Karolina agreed. “It’s simple and it’ll be easy to cover up with a bracelet or watch if we need to for a job or something.” 

“And it won’t take too long to get done.” Gert points out, shrugged nonchalantly. “I say we go for it. Except you Molly,” Gert points to her sister who was looking a little more than excited. “You still have to wait.” 

A week later, all of the Runaways were standing in a tattoo parlor together. Chase and Alex had both already had theirs done, a simple uppercase R on the inside of their right wrists. Gert had just finished getting hers done and now the artist was prepping Nico. 

“What’s taking Karolina so long?” Chase asked as he looked at Gert’s new tattoo. “She should be done by now.” 

“I’ll go check on her,” Alex said after a quick glance at Nico. Nico nodded gratefully at him since she couldn’t go check on her girlfriend herself, and watched as he walked to the other side of the shop. There was a quiet conversation that Nico couldn’t quite make out and then Alex returned, a huge grin on his face. 

“Is everything okay?” Nico asked, slightly weirded out by the grin Alex was sporting. 

“Yeah, she’s done. She was just talking to the artist while they cleaned up.” 

Nico nodded in acceptance, Karolina’s friendly nature shining through. A few minutes later, just as Nico’s arm was being cleaned for the last time, Karolina emerged from the other side of the shop. Her right wrist was wrapped in the plastic wrap they were told to keep on it for about an hour after they got home and her blue eyes were shining brightly. For a second, Nico thought she would start glowing right there. 

“How’d it go?” Nico asked as Karolina walked up to her, leaning down to kiss her head. 

“Great, didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.” Karolina looks down at Nico’s arm. “Yours?” 

“All good,” Nico stood from the chair and thanked the artists for their time. “Let’s pay and get home.” 

A quick stop for food and about half an hour later, the Runaways walked back into the Hostel together in good spirits. They felt more connected now but there was an air of sadness around them as well. They knew that their time together as a group would be coming to an end, at least for a little while, but now they’d always have a reminder of one another. 

When Karolina snuck off just after dinner, Nico followed her up to their room. 

“Hey,” Karolina said, surprised, and stopped her motions to take off her shirt. Nico raised her eyebrows slightly. “I thought you were playing video games with Alex.” 

“I am,” Nico gestures to the clothes she’s wearing, which she looks incredibly hot in, but Karolina knows she prefers to wear something a little more comfortable when playing games with Alex. “I’m just going to change.” 

“Oh, me too.” Karolina says, though she doesn’t make any move to actually take her clothes off. Nico looks at her curiously. 

“Do you need some help with that?” She asks teasingly, smiling when the blue of Karolina's eyes turn a little darker as Nico slinks over to her. Her hands slip beneath Karolina’s t-shirt and rest on a toned stomach. 

“No,” Karolina leans down to place a short kiss against Nico’s lips. “It’s just-I have a surprise for you.” 

“Oh?” Nico questions lightly, moving her hands to Karolina’s hips. 

“Yeah, I was going to wait until it healed but,” she shrugs and lifts her arms, “since you’re so determined to get me undressed.” 

Nico chuckles and pulls Karolina’s shirt up, standing on the tips of her toes to pull the fabric over Karolina’s head. Once the shirt is discarded, Nico casts her gaze down over Karolina’s bra-clad chest but stops short when she sees the saran wrap that’s pressed just over Karolina’s heart. On Karolina’s skin is a beautiful image of a sun and moon wrapped together with the faintest hint of a purple glow around them. 

“It’s us,” Karolina whispers, removing the wrap covering her new tattoo. “I know how important the moon is to you and since I need the sun to charge my powers,” Karolina shrugged. “Do you like it?” 

“It’s beautiful,” Nico whispers, barely refraining from touching what she knows must still be incredibly tender skin. “I love it. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Karolina whispers back and Nico kisses her then, soft and slow. She feels Karolina’s fingers tangle in her hair and pull her closer so she lets her hand slide back down to Karolina’s hips and then lower, smiling into their kiss when she feels Karolina’s low moan against her lips. 

Karolina’s tattoo might be Nico’s new favorite thing. 

[casuallyimagining]

Peaceful Moments

Percy Jackson x Reader Percy Jackson & the Olympians

An anon a few days ago requested something involving the docks. Enjoy!

Requests are open!

“And that’s why there are star bears.”

“Oh my god, no it isn’t.” You smacked his chest lightly. He giggled, catching your hand and interlacing your fingers, resting your hands on his chest.

You used to think that being an adult at summer camp was kind of cringy and a little sad. But now that you were an adult at summer camp… well, you couldn’t be happier. You loved Camp Half Blood. It was the first place that had truly felt like home in a long, long time, even if some of the campers had been wary of you at first.

Being over the age of 18 at camp gave you certain privileges you could never have dreamed of. You taught the survival training classes instead of taking them. You were able to come and go as you pleased, within reason. And perhaps your favorite of all: getting to ignore curfew to hang out with your boyfriend.

You were laying on the old, weather-worn dock, the water of the lake below lapping at the supports as the naiads settle down for the night. It was peaceful, or, at least, as peaceful as you could get in a camp full of demigods. You could hear the bubbling of the lava on the climbing wall and the pegasi clopping around in their stables, preparing to sleep. A few of the other older campers were milling around, but for once, no one came to bother you.

Above, the sky had already darkened, and the stars were out, the constellations just starting to twinkle against the deep purple vastness. Beside you, Percy sighed contentedly, absentmindedly rubbing your thumb with his own as you held hands.

To say you were enjoying yourself was an understatement. You couldn’t help yourself from thinking that just a few years ago, a peaceful evening like this would have been not only unimaginable, it would have been impossible. The two of you had fought wars, you’d lost friends. Percy had been at the center of two huge prophecies that had pushed him so far, you thought something was going to break. It had seemed like fighting and suffering was never going to end.

And then it ended.

Now, your lives were filled with teaching at the camp, shopping for groceries, paying your bills, and hanging out with your brother and his boyfriend on the weekends. Normal people might have looked at your lives and thought you were boring for two people in their early 20s. But you and Percy had had enough excitement and near-death experiences for three lifetimes. Boring was a welcome change.

“We should avoid people more often,” Percy mumbled, shifting so that he was looking at you. “This is nice.”

You hum in agreement, scooting closer to him. Nice was an understatement.

Silently, Percy pointed to the sky. Your eyes followed, trying to see what he was pointing at. Then, it clicked. Twinkling up above you, you could barely make out the shape of a young huntress.

Zoe Nightshade.

When Percy had told you the story, he had described the constellation as an eternal reminder of his failure. You squeezed his hand. You hadn’t been there for most of his quests. You had been stuck with your father until the Battle of New York, and then when you finally got to spend time with Percy, you hadn’t been one of the chosen seven, so you couldn’t help him carry his burden. You had fought your own battles, sure, and had demons of your own to face, but for the most part, you could only guess at Percy’s pain and try to be there for him when it seemed insurmountable.

After a moment, he sighed, readjusting himself to look at you again. You faced him, your eyes studying his face. His sea green eyes looked positively stormy in the dim light. A small smile played on his lips as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair off your forehead. Despite everything, he looked happy.

“What do you want to do for your birthday this year?” You don’t know why that particular question bubbled its way to the surface now, of all times.

For a second, Percy looked at you, an eyebrow raised quizzically. Then, he laughed, loud and joyous, and though of course you had heard him laugh before, you never wanted him to stop. When his laughter stopped, the smile it had left behind made your heart soar.

“Gods, I dunno.” He took a second, and you could tell he was really thinking. Then, he shrugged. “I would honestly be fine with just renting a movie and inviting Nico and Will over. We could get pizza from Freddie’s and just hang.”

You nodded. “Your mom and Paul said about doing something that weekend, too.”

“Well, yeah,” he said it as if it was obvious. “But mom’s gonna go all out for that and she’s probably going to try to make a cake, even though I told her she didn’t have to.” He sighed. “I love relaxing at home with you. Weirdly enough, I like hanging out with your brother and his boyfriend.” He kissed you quickly, and it caught you off-guard. He grinned. “There is nothing more that I would rather do than sit at home eating good pizza and watching a shitty movie with you.”

You smiled. “Then it’s a date.”

He smiled and kissed you again. This time, you were prepared.

[lifeofroos]

Part 15. A session that is milder on Nico

In short: Nico gets therapy from Dionysus. Something small is bothering Nico, but he does not know if it is worth talking about. The rest of the story is on AO3 and Fanfiction.net! 

This Might Be Crazy: Part 15: Calamsi Juice With Honey

‘Lastly, I think Jasons’ death also tore open a few old wounds about Bianca.’ I shrugged. 

Dionysus nodded. ‘Have you thought about her much, recently?’

‘More than usual. Somehow, it is beginning to get easier to remember her. I think… I think I might do something on the day of her death, this year, as a way of really placing it in the past. We have been doing that for Jason.’ 

‘That is a good idea.’ He nodded, and I nodded back. ‘Do you think that’s it for today?’

‘Well… eh…’ I spun my bottle around. 

‘You can say it.’ 

‘It is a really small issue, so perhaps…’

‘A small issue is not synonymous with an unimportant one.’

‘Hm.’ A new drink appeared next to me. Before, I had been drinking Arizona lemon tea, but now there was a glass with… some juice.

‘New issue, new drink. This is Calamansi juice. With honey, without it it is basically undrinkable. It is not so well known in this part of the world, but it is quite refreshing.’

If he said so. I took a sip. It tasted a bit like lemonade, but different. ‘Hm, it’s pretty nice.’ I looked at the glass. But, uhm, the issue, then. So, eh, I had to do the climbing wall yesterday, with the Ares campers. First of all, I don’t understand why we don’t have a few more campers from other small cabins in activities if the amount of campers from one cabin vastly outweighs the amount of the other cabin. But that is not really my issue. My issue is that as soon as the Ares campers saw me, they began to push me around while calling me names. As soon as they began doing that, I wanted to get out of there. I should have probably just done that, but instead I… perhaps I wanted to prove myself, or something. Whatever it was, I began climbing up the wall. And I got pretty far.’ 

For a second, I stopped talking. ‘I have made it up to the top a few times,’ I quickly muttered to defend myself. ‘Not important. When I was halfway through, they began to chant ‘Can Nico do it? Can Nico do it?’ over and over again. It made me lose my concentration, no matter how much I tried to ignore them. When I turned around to tell them to shut up, the lava came down. So…’ I closed my mouth for a moment. The part that I was about to tell was incredibly stupid and I had a lot of trouble saying it because it was just so stupid. 

I tried to shake it off. I had talked about my deepest fears and traumas, and now this was what I tripped over? ‘...So I screamed and fell down the wall. I was caught by one of the Ares kids. I mean, they looked if I was okay, which I kind of wasn’t, but when they saw I was not dead they immediately continued laughing and pushing. That is when I ran away and spent the rest of the afternoon hiding in my cabin instead.’

‘You didn’t even show up to dinner until Solace went to get you. You said you forgot the time.’

‘In a way, I did. And I mean, they are Ares kids and they do stuff like that, and I should have just walked away or asked Chiron to pair me up with the Apollo campers or something, but I did not and it is bothering me.’

I took a few big sips of calamansi juice, while Dionysus was thinking. ‘What is bothering you more, the part about the Ares kids bullying you or the part where you did not take action so that they could not bully you in the first place?’

I thought about that for some time. ‘I guess the second part. They were being Ares kids, and while that is no excuse for being bullies, I should have just left instead of trying to… prove myself? Whatever, I knew they were going to act like Ares kids, so why did I stick around anyway and not go to a place where I would be happier? It is just stupid. This is all stupid. They are stupid. The fact that I am telling you this right after I told you about something as traumatic as Jasons’ death is stupid.’ 

‘I don’t think it is stupid.’

‘Don’t try to lie.’

‘I am not, Nico. Whether an issue you have is big or small does not matter. If you don’t talk about seemingly trivial stuff like this, it will begin to become something bigger and bigger. Let me illustrate: today, the Ares kids were bothering you. Had you not said anything about it, then I would have not been planning to go to Chiron to switch up when you have wall training, and you would still be there with them. At some point, you would have gotten more angry with them, which probably would lead into you accidentally hurting someone or something, which, knowing you, leads to a spiral of self doubt and hatred that takes a lot longer to work through than it does right now, while we are still at the root.’

It seemed so true when he said it like that. ‘I mean… yes?’

‘Just yes will suffice.’ 

‘Yes.’

‘Yes indeed. You did good by telling me that this was bothering you, Nico. Now we immediately pulled the sprouting weed out instead of waiting until it had almost killed your tree. You spared yourself a lot of trouble.’ 

And you too, I assume. ‘Hm.’

‘So what are you going to do next time an Ares kid, or anybody else, is being nasty?’

‘I leave. If the feeling of nastiness keeps lingering, I’ll tell you, or Will, or somebody else about it.’

‘Good.’

‘Hm.’

‘Now go. You talked about Jason and then about this. You should do training too and if I am correct, you’ve got arts and crafts with the Apollo kids at the moment.’

‘Joy!’

‘Hurry up.’

I downed the last of my Calamansi and honey drink, before smiling at Dionysus and running off, to my arts-and-crafts lesson, nicely devoid of Ares kids. 

A/N: Not the most exciting, but I really wanted to make this chapter. I wanted to show that small things matter as well. Even if what you are feeling seems trivial, talk to someone about it. You don’t have to have fought a titan war in order to qualify for getting to see a therapist. Even if you just feel bad because someone said something shitty, it is worth talking about. And also, when people are being shitty, don’t stick around longer than necessary. 

Also, I thought the important things there were to say about Jason were said in the last chapter. I am not so sure about it anymore, but I still went with this, because there is a lot else to write about it and I don’t want to keep people waiting on what they want to see. 

Don’t know about next chapter, but chapter seventeen will be a bigger setpiece again, and so will chapter 18 and 19 be. 

Thanks again to rickandrowling28 for suggesting the drink!

[nicolinocolino]

s4 thoughts

Okay so I’ve only watched the season once through and I’m sure I missed some stuff, but here’s my reaction for anyone who cares haha.

I’m going to start with Sana, obviously. Brilliant. Show stopping. Memorable. I never felt like the season was about anyone else, even with the side plots. I think this has a lot to do with the friendships, which skamit does really well. But this season was truly about her. And Bea did fantastic. 

I think the switch to make the Malik drama about Eva worked much better, as Eva is someone who’s kind of... swung from one guy to another and back. It just makes sense. I also loved how they toned down the drama and got rid of the cyber bullying all together. 

Sana’s voicemail on the roof explained it all... and it was so heartbreaking. Honestly, I could relate. I think that’s another big testament to the season — she’s relatable because she’s, you know, a person with feelings and expectations who doesn’t always make the right choices. I never felt like I wasn’t allowed to relate to her just because we come from different backgrounds. And isn’t that the point? Isn’t that the point of it all — to humanize her and not put her on a pedestal or be afraid of her? She hurt her friends who hurt her, and she let it all out. Sometimes we need that honesty to become closer to one another, and, in turn, understand each other better.

My favorite clip was the one of her and Malik talking about religion. The music? Her metaphor to the moon? God, she shone in this clip. I’m not a religious person, but I could feel the passion in her. I think it’s healthy to be challenged sometimes, too. I don’t think Malik saying that you can be a good person without religion is something I will forget.

Overall, her story was so good that I don’t really mind the other parts I was disappointed in. It was a fantastic final season. The music and editing and quality was incredible. She was the true star.

Okay, Marti and Nico. Because you know I love them a lot. And I’m sorry if I have more to say about them than Sana. I know it’s her season. But obviously Marti and Nico are my favorite and ALSO there’s just..... a lot to process regarding what we did get from them. I’m not the kind of person who can look at canon and be like, “I don’t like that so I’m going to forget it!” — no. I see it happen and my brain goes “make it make sense.” Which is what I’ve been trying to do because I really don’t want these two ruined for me. So:

First of all, I’m so, so thrilled that Nico’s “half a thing” long ago with Luai was the real deal. It had nothing to do with his mental illness and added depth to his back story that comes from a place of love and understanding. I cannot even imagine the guilt he must have felt at Virgilio after watching Luai get sent away. It must have been difficult to talk about, so keeping it from Marti (for so long!) is something I can kind of understand.

Which brings me to Marti’s reaction. I have mixed feelings. I definitely do understand Marti, in a way. When you piece together what he knew from Maddalena, that look between them he witnessed, Nico’s obvious lies... yeah. Maybe I’d go a bit out of my mind, too. Essentially, I can see this starting in ep 2 and building to ep7. That’s FIVE WEEKS of hardship on their relationship. FIVE WEEKS of Nico hiding the truth and Marti going insane pestering him. FIVE WEEKS of patience before Marti finally snapped. My big thing is I think Marti has gobs and gobs of patience. Without that real time format, it looks like he has none. But really? It was almost two whole months of... guessing and asking and getting nothing. Of course he was paranoid! Of course he was jealous! His patience, which I believe he had, wore thin. While I think some of what Marti did was out of character, some of it I can see. He gets angry, we’ve seen that. He withdraws, we’ve seen that too. Not saying this is the healthiest thing ever, but if you REALLY loved someone... you probably would be at least a little jealous. We villainize the feeling of jealousy so much — and it’s true that it’s not healthy in this amount — but it happens. And it happened to Marti. My big hangup is that I don’t really think that’s very in character for him, but in a way... I can see it. I think we can argue that what he did to Gio and Eva in season 1 was the result of some jealousy. Love makes you do all kinds of crazy things and feel all kinds of crazy ways. I half think that Marti “left” as a sort of final straw/ultimatum. Like, ‘ah, if I leave him maybe then he will tell me, since there is nothing left to lose.’ But then Nico didn’t, so he was left with that choice. I don’t think he really meant it, at least not for the long haul. If Nico were to text him the next day and say ‘yeah, you’re right, this is for the best’ Marti would be a giant mess. I can clearly see this was a situation of “well, I think he’s going to leave me for Luai, so maybe if I leave him first I can control the pain.” We literally see him reverting back to his old self in eps 7 and 8. He closes off. He doesn’t want to listen to his friends. At Silvia’s birthday, he was honestly being so loud and jokey and obnoxious. I truly think that was a mask. His “I have nothing to say to him” (referring to Nico) REALLY really got to me. That was not in character. But in hindsight, as I try to make sense of it, I think he said it because he wanted his friends to disagree with him. It’s more of a “I have nothing more to add” because, well, he tried. He tried for five weeks to get Nico to tell him the truth. He was left with his embarrassing mistake of leaving Nico, which he knew was wrong, and is embarrassed even more because everyone else knows it was wrong too. Somehow he has to crawl out of the hole that is his own stubbornness and pride. And in this super public space, he wanted everyone to think he was fine. But we know he’s not. We know he had a cliche low point eating ice cream on the floor. We know he’s hurting. In his mind, Nico possibly cheated and lied and might leave him and that hurts him. Because he loves him.

Which brings me to my next point. Marti you dumbass if you opened your eyes you could SEE how much Nico loves you. Everything from wanting to get coffee in the morning with him, wanting to pick him up from school, wanting to dance with him, wanting to help throw him a nice birthday, just the way Nico LOOKS at him... boy he LOVES you. And I bet that hurt Nico a lot to think Marti didn’t feel any of that. Nico shows his love, it pours out of him.

But also: Nico, my boy, why take so long to tell Marti the truth. If there’s nothing to hide, why does it matter that you had half a thing with some guy two years ago? I think what happened was that they didn’t have proper closure. Luai was essentially ripped away from Nico, horribly, in the middle of their half a thing. Did Nico even know that he was okay? And... the guilt? Oh my. I can only imagine Nico wanted to reconnect with him just to get that closure, and, in the process, because he never told Marti, it looked a lot like maybe something else was going on. Not only the night of the fight, but maybe after that there were some texts or phone calls, too. And then how do you tell your boyfriend that you want closure with your ex? How do you explain what you had, which never had a proper ending and, who knows, maybe would have grown or still have been going on if things were better and Luai never left? I think Marti could piece that together, too. He knows Nico learned the Koran for Luai. He remembers the talk in Nel Mio Letto. He knows how deeply Nico can feel. And, he knows that Nico’s feelings are real. Or, were real. And maybe had the possibility of becoming real again now that Luai was around again. 

The excuse that Nico didn’t tell Marti because Luai was engaged and wanted to keep it on the down-low doesn’t fly with me. Maybe it’s partly true, but I also think what I stated above was more of the cause. Nico didn’t know how to explain to Marti without sounding suspicious but needed closure. He tried to do both at the same time and failed. Because, duh. You have to be honest and hiding isn’t right and doesn’t work. I think it would hurt Marti to know Nico doesn’t trust him enough with that secret. So, in sum, they both need to trust each other more.

I was really excited for Nico’s clip and was left feeling kind of empty afterwards. I don’t like how Marti basically interrogated him. I think that if Marti wants that level of honesty with Nico, that’s valid. But there’s a fine line between that and pestering someone about phone calls. Which is what makes me think the thing with Luai was more than just the night of the fight. I think Nico was hiding a little more than a past. He was hiding his reconnecting to get closure. I mean, in the end, it’s a nice clip. The beach is beautiful and their kiss was cute and smiley. And that hug is god tier. I liked how we saw Nico’s meds in a short and respectful way even if just to give the audience some peace of mind. Maybe Marti only used his birthday as an excuse to be so nosy. I do think he was hurt by the lies — and Marti knows that lies can ruin things, he’s seen it happen — so he’s just on guard. I mean, I don’t think Nico’s lie was HUGE... it’s just the fact that it went on for so long even after Marti tried to tell Nico he wanted the full truth. So, even if I didn’t love the clip and am disappointed a bit in it, in the end it really just shows that they can and will work through everything.

So, like, did I want all of that drama? No. Is it realistic? I think so. I romanticize these two so much so it brought me down to earth a bit. Did I already KNOW they would be able to work through hard times? Well, yeah. I didn’t need to see it but in the end I’m glad I did. I truly believe they will face future hard times with the knowledge, now, that they need to do better. And honestly? I think Marti is 18 now and Nico is like 20? 21? And to be tested with something like this and work through it the way they did so young is a lot. Also, they’ve been together for over a year now. It takes about a year for that honeymoon phase to wear off. So in reality they are working through that right now too. Love is something they have to dedicate more time and effort to, and they did! They did do that and it’s nice to see that they’re willing to nurture this very very special thing they have instead of letting it fall away. And they made it out on the other side with, I think, more love and understanding for each other. I certainly love and understand them better now, too.

I might add on with more thoughts later, but this is what I have for now. Most of it is about Marti and Nico but, ya know. I love them dearly. Also, Sana’s stuff was just so good there’s really not much for me to work through with it. If you read this all, you’re a trooper lol

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My RL gameplay (18+)

It’s Christmas and we’re at N’s mom. This was my first Christmas here & then 2 years later, when he and I get back together, it’s gonna be like this every year. And yes, I will see Melanie too! 🤨 Yesterday N.’s mom came to visit us. She wanted to talk to me! N.'s dad suspects that Philip & I are having an affair with each other and of course he told her. Nico & I, we clarified this with his mom and told her the truth! ....She told me that she talked to Philip’s mom about this too! 🤦‍♀️ But she promised me yesterday, that she would explain everything to Philip’s mom and I wouldn’t have to worry! Because Philip’s Mom’s here today.

N.’s mom thought this thing with P., N. & me was totally weird. But Nico tried to make her understand and told her that this is NOT an affair! ! She reacted pretty cool, which surprised me!!! But Nico’s Mom also has some news to share with us today.

When N. and I got out of his car, we saw Fabienne playing outside the house. Fabienne was so excited when she saw me! But most importantly, she seemed to be fine again. I have not seen Fabienne since this incident in the park, but we were on the phone from time to time. The more I was happy to see her again.

Me: 📢Fabienne!🖐 .......Hi sweetie, I missed you so, so much!! So happy to see you! Come here to me! 🤗

Fabienne: I missed you...& you smell so good, A.! 😊 I’m so glad we’re together today! My mom and I, have a gift for you! I’m so excited! 🤩

Me: I’m excited too! And of course, I have a gift for you too, sweetie! Is your Mom in the house? 

Fabienne: Yes! And where is my brother?

Nico: Hey Fabs! Merry Christmas!... Your brother is too late as always. But I’m sure he’ll be here any minute. And holy shit, you look like P. when he was 10 years old! 

Me: Agh, no! Fabienne is much prettier!!

Fabienne: 🤭 ....I missed you, Nico! I haven’t seen you in sooo long and you smell so good too! Where’s your dog? 🤩

Nico: Uhm, he’s in the house! My mom picked him up yesterday, haven’t you seen him?

Fabienne: Oh, really? 😲 No, I wasn’t in yet! My mom just went in. But hey N., when’s your stupid sister coming? 😕

Nico: Don’t worry about Mel ! I’ll take care of you! When I’m here, Melanie can’t say a word to you! You know this! 🤷‍♂️

Fabienne: But she was so mean to, A.! You two moved out because of Melanie.🙁 😠

Me: No, Fabienne! I explained this to you last time, why N. & I moved out here.

Nico: I wasn’t here last time! That’s why Melanie was mean to A.! But now I’m here! Ok?

Fabienne: Luckily you don’t have to play soccer today! At Christmas! 

Nico: Yeah, that’s true! But now let’s go in!

I immediately noticed that Fabienne was feeling better! Especially when she told me, that I smell good, which means, she wants my perfume! 🤨 😄 She always loved taking everything out of my bag and looking at all my stuff.

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𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 !    (14/14)    we’re so excited to finally introduce the discord group we’ve been working on since early april.  homesick is a roleplay based on a group of friends coming home for the summer after being away for a while.  we plan to place a heavy emphasis on character & connection building through frequent tasks & events.  you must be 18 or older to join.  if that sounds like something you’re interested in,  read the info below the cut & send in an ask/im to myself or @youngis​ to join.    /     view inspo board.

plot.

𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟯, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬 @ 𝟭𝟬:𝟬𝟴 𝗣𝗠:  𝗁𝖾𝗒, 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍… 𝗂'𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗉.


 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡, 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗼.      homesickness comes in waves.  it manifests itself in different ways:  the weight of nostalgia from your most played song,  memories of an old friend,  your mother’s perfume of choice.  for this group of friends,  it’s making itself known.  the invitation is right there,  too tempting to reject.

application.

you don’t have to fill this out in your im !  it’s just to give you an idea of what we’re looking for.

─  ˙ ˖  ☆    faceclaim,  pronouns,  gender,  age    ›    welcome home,  character name.  it's been [amount of time they've been gone] since i last saw you, hasn't it?  when you left because of [reason for leaving],  i thought i'd never see you again.  is it true that you [significant event] while you were away?    ╱    (-)  vice   &   (+)  virtue.

this group will be multimuse !  you can have anywhere from one to three muses. faceclaims and muses must be between the ages of 20 and 26, for the sake of them all realistically being friends on some level. for the amount of time your muse has been gone, we wanted to impose some limitations for continuity's sake!  the minimum is eleven months.  your muse should have been no younger than sixteen when they left.  (so, if your muse is 22, the maximum would be six years.  if your muse is 26, the maximum would be ten years. etc.)

members & fcs.

admin nic

admin hannah 

el

vic 

adeline

dani

julie  

dri 

kate

nico 

reserved.

kimmy

adam

char