My Physical Copies Of Dirty Laundry Came In!! Im Absolutely In Love With It. Def Not 100% Perfect, But

my physical copies of Dirty Laundry came in!! i’m absolutely in love with it. def not 100% perfect, but i’m just so happy that i get to hold this story in my hands for the first time. (it’s hard cover with a jacket if anyone’s wondering :) )

(all credit goes to Gibslythe))

NOTE: i am NOT selling this!! feel free to ask on how to make you’re own fanfic, but please don’t ask to buy these copies lmao. this is only for personal use because the author does not want this story to be distributed. 100% going to respect that. (i have two bcus they’re for me n my friend)

( also had to include The Secret Life of Bees)) iykyk 🤧

thank you and goodnight. 🙇‍♀️

guys he's totally reading

he's reading so much classic literature.

@nostalgicish

I remade Keith's weird desert shack from the first episode of Voltron in the Sims 4 but I yassified it (click for better quality)

I didn't plan on posting this, but I thought it was silly so here you go

So basically I made the outside as similar to his cannon house as possible, but I went buck wild on the inside because they only showed it for like 5 mins

Jasico Bingo Challenge #4!!

Prompt: Myth Retelling

Many years ago, during the creation of mankind, humans were two beings connected. With four arms, four legs, and two heads, lovers roamed the earth eternally intertwined.

From up in Mount Olympus, Zeus feared the creatures would become too strong, and with the crack of lightning, he split them in two. Devastation reigned over those connected by their love, separated and searching for each other amid the crowds that had never felt quite so lonely.

There was one particular creature like this that Zeus feared. It was stronger than most, because its love was stronger than most. It crawled and climbed to its other half century after century, but Zeus always intervened.

These twin flames lived a million lives. They chose rebirth each time Zeus collected his thunder and zapped them into despair. Within each life they were reborn into, they tracked each other down.

Somehow, the lovers could never remember each other's faces. However, the feeling of their skin was akin to a dream. The mere sensation of the other was enough for them to recognize, sending sparks of memories up their souls and to their minds.

Nico swore up and down that since he was young, living in Italy, he remembered a boy he almost couldn't live without.

The night his mother told him they were leaving for America, they shared a rushed hug of desperation, trying to memorize each other.

Of course, the river Lethe made quick work of helping Nico forget everything possible about this boy.

Everything but what was ingrained in his heart and soul since the dawn of its very existence.

When he met Jason, something about him felt familiar. Nico had long abandoned the search for his long-lost lover, but it pounded on within his destiny to find him. He thought nothing of the familiarity, moving on with life like the feeling never happened.

One night, in the big house of Camp Halfblood, Nico and Jason both reached for a pencil at the same time during a meeting. Their fingers brushed, but no one noticed.

The familiar spark of separation zapped them, making them retract their hands. They both stared at each other for a moment before sitting back in their chairs and holding their tongues for the rest of their meeting.

Nico tried to keep the feeling out of his chest, but he felt like a magnet compelled to Jason.

The memories came flooding back. Sentiments from centuries long passed overflowed their senses. Neither paid any attention for the rest of the meeting.

After it ended, Nico rushed back to his cabin. The feeling felt so familiar. He sat down, but only for a second.

He could've sworn he could still feel Jason's arms wrapped around him.

He stood again and reached for the doorknob. Sneaking out of the Hades cabin was always easy, and there was a small path behind all the other cabins that could lead to the Zeus cabin.

Nico almost didn't have a mind of his own  anymore. The urge to seek Jason out and hold him close overtook any doubt or worry he could possibly have.

While walking, head to the ground as he was boggled by his mind, Nico crashed into something.

He looked up to see Jason, looking just as surprised as he felt.

"I was just looking for you," Jason said quietly, trying not to alert any lurking harpies.

"Me too-" Nico started, before being cut off.

Jason wrapped his arms around him tightly.

"It's good to have you back."

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Jasico Bingo challenge: #2

Prompt: Painting Nails

Nico's hands shook more than they used to. After a gruesome fight that ended up with some nerves in his arm being a little worse for wear, his steady hands were lost to a warrior's death.

Of course, he fought it. It was his right hand, the one he wrote with. So, he practiced until he could write perfectly with his left hand. The pen felt foreign, but he made it work. No one seemed to notice the switch, no one but Jason.

Jason was used to watching Nico do almost everything. It was just how they worked.

When Nico started training and sparing with his sword and knives clutched in the wrong hand, he noticed but just assumed it was some new technique.

Nico sat at his desk one night. Jason lay on the bed in the Hades cabin. The bed was practically his anyway.

After a series of annoyed sighs and the sound of nail polish remover swishing, Jason sat up to check on him.

A scowl pained his face as he attempted to apply the thick black nail polish on his left hand. His right shook, making it practically impossible.

Nico sighed and put the cap on before giving up, and turning on his phone. He hardly noticed Jason's staring.

"What's up?" Jason prodded, noticing the frustrated look on the other's face.

"Nothing," Nico said absently. His voice had almost no affliction, like usual.

"You sure?"

Nico sighed loudly, unable to lie to Jason in any capacity. "Fine. Yeah. I'm just frustrated. It's dumb though," he said pointedly. His words were sharp as knives, but he made sure they didn't cut Jason.

"It's not dumb. What is it?"

"My hand is shaking too much and I can't paint some of my nails. It's not that big of a deal, I just don't like having them unpainted."

Jason nodded. "Why're they shaking?" He prodded, standing up just to flip done on the second, far less comfortable, chair by Nico's desk.

"They just...do that," Nico mumbled. He held up his right hand, showing how it trembled and twitched against his will.

Jason twisted his face. "I don't think that's normal."

Nico mumbled something inaudible, somehow unable to admit when any of his quests went mildly wrong.

"Did something happen?"

"I just messed up some nerves a while ago. It was months ago. It's just bad right now, and I don't know why," he confessed, words spilling out of his mouth like they would disappear on his tongue if he didn't get them out fast enough.

Nico studied his shaking hand. Maybe if he stared hard enough it would stop.

Jason, without another word, picked up the nail polish bottle and took Nico's hand gently in his own. He had never painted nails, but he'd watched Thalia and Nico do it enough to get the idea.

It wasn't great, but Nico smiled as he worked. Inexperienced hands painted diligently on delicate ones, feeling the stiffness and steadiness of Nico's undamaged hand. He almost preferred the violent shaking over unreadable rigidness.

Still, he completed his work and looked up at Nico to see if he was pleased.

Nico examined his hand. "Might've been better if I just did it," he laughed.

Jason feigned a gasp, forcing a laugh out of Nico's throat.

"Kidding," Nico said lightly, pulling Jason into a tight hug before pressing a small kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

"Anytime."

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Jasico Bingo Challenge #6!

Prompt: Fake Dating

Jason wished he never agreed to this quest. Nico was starting to too.

When Chiron told them they would need to infiltrate a party to track down a monster, what they didn't have in mind was driving up to some hole in the wall in suits and ties.

Jason looked over at Nico, sitting in the passenger seat and watching as they pulled into the parking lot. He wore a black suit with intricate red embroidery. He didn't put as much effort into his hair as his suit, and it hung down in front of his eyes lazily.

Jason wore his own simple black suit with a light blue button-up beneath. He felt slightly underdressed next to Nico, but what else would you expect from the ghost king?

They approached the dingy club a bit late into the party but decided it was fashionably late and it didn't matter.

What they didn't know when they walked up to the door was this was a couples party only. You had to enter with a romantic partner, or you wouldn't be allowed in.

At the door, the large bouncer looked between the two. He was a little taller than Jason and ridiculously bigger than Nico. Jason wondered how Nico didn't look scared at all of this giant.

"Are you two involved?" the bouncer asked, pulling his stereotypical sunglasses down. Jason tilted his head. "What?" "This is couples night. Are you two together?"

Jason hesitated. 'I wish' he thought to himself. In truth, he'd caught feelings for Nico ever since their Cupid incident.

"Yes," Nico responded confidently, smiling and taking Jason's hand. Jason felt his face flush, but he tried his best to hide it so they could keep the act up.

The bouncer moved aside, letting them pass. As soon as they were out of his sight, Nico released his hand. Jason missed the sensation too much to say.

He looked down at Nico, realizing his face was just as red. It occurred to him that he had never seen Nico flustered like that. It was kind of cute.

They entered the party, bright lights, and a million too-fancy people shoved into a room. They almost split up before remembering that this was for couples, and it would likely break the act if they separated. 

Jason leaned down to Nico to whisper to him. "What should we do?" "We should talk to random couples. See if we can find this monster before this goes on any longer." "How much effort are you going to put into selling this?" "Don't get your hopes up, sparky," Nico laughed.

They walked off towards a small group of mismatched couples talking and laughing. Nico analyzed all of them sharply, trying to locate whichever seemed the most suspicious.

His eyes landed on one woman, locking his interest on her. She had animalistic eyes, and the man she was with didn't really seem all there. Almost like he was under a spell.

"How did you two meet?" a kind-looking woman asked the two, snapping Nico out of his thoughts.

Nico smiled and rested his hand on Jason's arm. "Go ahead, tell them, babe." He prodded a shit-eating grin on his face at the annoyance in Jason's eyes. He was hoping Nico would make something up, and not call him babe ever again. It made his heart tighten to hear the sweet nickname leave his mouth without there being any meaning behind it.

"Well," Jason started, deciding making something up would be too difficult and to just tell the truth. The truth Nico didn't know.  "We met in a large group of mutual friends.  I thought he was really brave and kind and I wanted to get closer to him. Of course, he had his walls up, but I cared about him enough to break them down. After that we just...clicked." Jason muttered the last part, as it was the only part untrue. He wished this was real. He wanted it to be real so badly.

Jason looked down to see Nico's face was flushed red, again. He wondered if maybe Nico never knew all that, but needed to. 

Jason pushed the thought away, deciding it was all in his head. 

While everyone was distracted, talking about how cute the two of them were together and feeding Jason's delusions, their suspect slipped away. Nico quickly asked someone else something that would get a long, wispy answer, and grabbed Jason before slipping away.

Jason watched as Nico weaved the two between crowds, eyes locked on who he was pursuing. Jason also watched as Nico's hand slipped down to his, his wrist not being enough hold to get them through the crowds.

Finally, they cornered the monster in a dead-end hallway.

She turned, letting her true monster form out. An empousa stood in front of them, her dress torn and wings somehow even more battered.

She jumped to fly away, but at the same time, Jason did.

Nico pulled his spare knife to finish her off, but she wriggled out of Jason's grip enough to start to get away, effectively tearing his rental suit.

Nico shadow traveled to cut her off, letting Jason grab her again so her could stab her with his stygian iron knife, deciding the sword would be dangerous with Jason right behind her.

She clawed at him, scratching his neck, but Nico managed to get his knife through her flailing arms, letting her disintegrate into Jason's arms.

Jason sneezed. "Ew, empousa flakes." "Gross, dude," Nico laughed, covered in monster blood. 

Jason looked around before spotting an exit door to the balcony blocked off by some boxes and leading Nico over. They couldn't just walk through the front door how they were. 

They decided to take a breather to let Chiron know their mission was successful and calm down after the fight.

They sat in silence for a second, before Nico cleared his throat. "What you said in there, was that...fake? I mean, did you mean it?" He asked anxiously. he looked over at Jason's blank face and shook his head before starting to backtrack. "No, no!" Jason interjected, watching surprise light up Nico's face. "I really did mean all that. That's just how I see you, Nico. You are brave...and I care about you."

Nico's face flushed again, but his mouth turned up into a warm smile. He looked away, and briefly afterward, Jason felt Nico's cold hand lay over his own.

"Nico, there's no one else out here. There's no need to-" "I know."

Jason smiled at him, feeling Nico lean his head against his shoulder. 

Maybe it was a good thing Jason went on this quest.

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