#ok so yeah PLEASE give this a read and tell me if i'm missing someone i'm good but i'm not Perfect

[f1rodrigo]

the mclaren boy mystery | part two

l. norris / o. piastri

summary: in which your boyfriend is a formula one driver for team mclaren and when you finally decide it's time to start hinting to the world, the internet is confused on exactly which driver is your boyfriend. pairing: social media au || lando norris / oscar piastri x reader fc: jazmyn makenna

a/n: sorry this took a little longer than i expected! it was so fun to make though. i didn't want to say who she's actually with because i feel like it's fun for the readers to have to figure that out too! so please share any guesses you have lol i'm interested to see what people think the outcome will be. hope you enjoy and thank you sm for reading<3

part one | part three

sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble

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yourusername happy birthday to my favorite brother, i love you and am so grateful to know i have someone in my life who looks after me like you do<3 here's my fav pics of us of course they're all racing related lol, our first love

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yourbrother "my favorite brother"... As far as I know I am your only brother 😐

⤷ yourusername 🥱🥱🥱🥱 technicalities

yourbrother Thank you least favorite sister, miss those days. Have to get back out on the karting track, been too long since I've beaten you

⤷ yourusername been too long since you've been beaten, you mean?

⤷ yourbrother Yeah, yeah we'll let the track times speak for themselves

⤷ user1 ok but we have to admit the brother sister banter is kind of adorable

⤷ user2 no bc she seems so sweet 😭

user3 nah because what is max verstappen doing in this girls likes now????

⤷ user4 and the plot thickens 😯

user5 she saw everyone calling her a fake f1 fan and said take a look at this

user6 yn hater club how you guys feeling right about now

⤷ user7 🤡🤡🤡🤡

user8 honestly kind of hope she's dating one of them

⤷ user9 yall switch up so fast please 😭😭

user10 seriously..... you HAD to only post f1 related photos lmfao so totally pandering to the landoscar fans

user11 f1 school of wags next graduate

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landonorris DOUBLE PODIUM!!!!!!!! couldn't have asked for a better race, congrats @/oscarpiastri and a huge thanks as always to @/mclaren 🧡

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user1 I SAY THATS MY BABY AND IM SO PROUD 😭

user2 mclaren double podium... oh i used to pray for times like these

user3 oscar piastri you are insane omfg

user4 MY POOKIES LOOK AT THEM !!!!!!!!! 🫂

user5 save me landoscar SAVE ME

yourusername jumping up and down screaming and crying losing my mind

⤷ landonorris you should probably get that checked out....

⤷ user6 THATS IT, ITS YN AND LANDO IM CALLING IT

⤷ user7 nah nah nah this is so giving gf of the bestie banter

⤷ user8 agreed hopping on the oscaryn train 💪🏻

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yourusername added to their story

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oscarpiastri added to their story

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yourusername qatar gp smiles <3 practice timeeee

📸 @/kellypiquet

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kellypiquet so beautiful

⤷ yourusername all you

landonorris eye spy a mclaren car down there?

⤷ yourusername ? i just see a tractor

⤷ landonorris not funny. 😐

⤷ yourusername i certainly laughed

⤷ oscarpiastri same actually

⤷ user1 i dont know how much longer i can take this

⤷ user2 GUYSSSS i am telling you its so oscaryn

⤷ user3 WHAT literally look at the Proof its so landoyn 🥱

⤷ user4 i am giggling we're literally in a shipwar

user5 she's so pretty i'm sorry guys i love her 😵‍💫

⤷ user6 well yes!

user7 patiently waiting for one of the mcl boys to main feed post her then we know for sure ‼️

⤷ user8 at this rate it still won't clear anything up

lilymhe miss u beautiful

⤷ yourusername omg i miss u more ms lily

⤷ user9 she has The wag stamp of approval WE MOVE!

user10 theres four e's at the end of 'time'....... landos number is 4 i've got it guys 😃😃

⤷ user11 seek medical attention STAT

⤷ user12 bro thinks this is a taylor swift album release

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yourusername oscar piastri sprint race winner AND mclaren double podium, better start calling me the good luck charm

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user1 nah bc you're onto something.....

user2 she can't be serious 😐

⤷ user3 well no shit it's just an instagram caption

user4 i cannot be the only one who finds the caption extremely weird

⤷ user5 nah i'm with you i've never liked her 🙄

⤷ user6 its just so odd like forcing yourself into the mclaren narrative completely taking away from the boys achievements writing it off as your own doing...

⤷ user7 omfg yall are so dramatic just say you're jealous they're not dating you lmfao

⤷ user8 no fr because it is not that serious it's clearly a joke like she loves them cmon now

mclaren BRB getting your paddock passes for the duration of the season

⤷ yourusername i'm giggling, i love you guys 😙

⤷ user9 see mclaren is fine with it so yall should be too

⤷ user10 now i'm going to need all the haters to sit DOWN and shut the fuck UP

oscarpiastri wait can you send me that picture

⤷ yourusername i literally did already but okay

⤷ oscarpiastri ok could do with less attitude

⤷ yourusername you have not seen real attitude piastri

⤷ oscarpiastri 😧

⤷ user11 i think this just converted me to team oscar

⤷ user12 nah this is literally landoyn confirmation

landonorris 🍀

⤷ user13 i am picking up what he's putting down

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part one | part three

sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble

taglist:

@landoscar-f1 , @urfavnoirette , @imsiriuslyreal

[cassianig]

- Why Didn't You Wait for Me? -

Rindou Haitani - Words: 1405 warnings: uhh reader gets their drink spiked, dw nothing happens!! just a warning in general ive never been to a house party, never gotten my drink spiked so i did my best if its bad my bad.

no pronouns used rin calls reader pretty and ran calls her princess

hehe he poses so goofy. (got this off Pinterest ngl to u.)

You stand in front of the lively house, your phone in hand. You glance down at your phone and then back up at the house. This was the address Rindou had sent to meet at. You glance back at your phone looking over the messages you two had shared in the last hour.

———

[You]: [image]

[You]: does this look ok?

[Rinnie<3]: You look perfect. Now hurry up, you know I don’t like to wait.

[You]: are you sure they’re ok with meeting me?

[Rinnie<3]: Yes, they are happy to meet you.

[Rinnie<3]: Ran says to hurry up he wants to see you.

[You]: what was the location again?

[Rinnie<3]: ➤ Started Sharing a Live Location with you.

[You]: omw.

Read: 9:26 PM

———

You sigh and glance back at the building sending him a quick text, before you walk towards the front door. 

When you reach the front door, it’s cracked open. You push it open and step into the overly crowded two story house. You glance around scanning the crowd looking for either Rindou or his older brother. Your eyes flick from person to person, group to group. You bite onto your lip and glance back at your phone.

———

[You]: i'm walking in rn

[Rinnie<3]: Wait for me at the door.

[You]: ok hurry there's so many people

[Rinnie]: I’m wrapping something up just give me a min.

———

You stand by the door, awkward and out of place, nervously twisting your fingers and tapping your foot in waiting.

Your head turns when you hear a voice call out to you. “Hey there, you look lost. You looking for someone?”

You nod your head, “Yeah actually, well kind of.” 

“I know almost everyone here, shoot, I can probably point you in the right direction.” He gives you a charming smile, stepping right next to you, your shoulders almost touching.

“Well, my boyfriend said he’d meet me here,” You stated, unsure of whether or not you should tell him or just wait.

“C’mon, shoot!” He challenged rather confidently.

“Okay… I’m looking for Haitani Rindou and Ran, do you know where they might be?”

“Hmm,” He places a finger on his chin, “I think they might be in the kitchen, that's where I saw them last… Let me take you?”

You glance at your phone then back at him, “Yeah, alright.” 

He guides you through the mass of people around the house, you stick close to him as he leads you towards the kitchen. 

You pass through the archway that leads into the kitchen, you glance around and see no sign of your boyfriend.

“I don’t see him.” You voiced looking towards the guy. 

“He was just here, I swear I saw him.” He places his hands on his hips, “Here, I’ll help you look.”

“Ah- I should just go back to my waiting spot.” You point your thumb over your shoulder.

“I insist!” He remarks, reaching a hand out to which I just glance at. He retracts it and scratches the back of his neck. “Let me introduce myself, I’m Kenji. Would you like to get a drink and look for your boyfriend and his brother?”

You hesitate for a moment, “Yeah, alright.”

“Cool, what can I get ya?” He turns towards the liquor. 

“Oh- I don’t really drink.” You clarify, “Is there water or soda?”

“Oh, yeah that's cool, there's some coke over here,” He grabs a bottle of coca cola. “Ice, no ice?”

“Ice, please.” You tell with a smile.

“Gotcha.” He turns his back to you as he grabs the ice and puts it in the cup, then he turns and pours the soda. “Here you are.”

“Thanks.” You take the glass from him with a small smile.

“No problem, let's go find this missing man, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod, following him out of the kitchen and bringing the glass to your lips taking a small sip.

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After a while of looking Kenji walks ahead of you with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, and stagger behind. Trying to keep up but your vision was starting to get blurry and your footing was beginning to turn wonky.

“Ken-Kenji.” You call in a slur, trying to get him to slow down.

“Hm?”

“You’re going so fast- I’m not- I’m not feeling well. Can we take a seat somewhere so I can text Rindou?” You slur, grasping onto the wall as you blink slowly, reaching behind you to grab your phone.

“Kenji?” You call.

No response.

“Ken-”

“Hey,” A gentle hand places on your shoulder turning you around, “Who’s Kenj- Whoa are you okay?”

Your eyes focus in on the figure in front of you spotting the glasses, the multi-colored hair, “R-Rinnie?” 

“What happened? I was looking for you.” He places his free hand on your other shoulder for stability, leaning you against the wall.

“I don’t feel so good, Rin-” You breathe in a slur, your hand clumsily coming to grasp one of his.

“I can see that, what happened?”

“I was looking for you, Kenji was helping,” You glanced at where Kenji was last. “Woah, Kenji is gone.”

“Kenji?”

“Some guy I met, he told me he knew where you were, and fixed me a drink and we were going to find you, and look I found you.” You smile up at him.

Rindou’s eyebrows furrow, “Fucking dead man, he must have spiked your drink, did he touch you? Are you okay?”

You shake your head, “Mm-mm.”

“He didn’t touch you or you’re not okay? Use your words, pretty.”

“Didn’t touch me. ‘M really really sorry.” You lean against him, “I was trying to be nice.”

“Well don't.” He speaks bluntly, “I don’t give a shit who it is if you don’t know them, don't go with them, don’t take drinks from them, and sure as hell don’t leave our meeting spot.”

You lean down the wall, and Rindou crouches in front of you, “Didn’t mean to.”

“I know, pretty. But why didn’t you wait for me? I was almost done, almost there.” He sighs out, tucking loose hair behind your ear.

“Didn’t want to rely on you. Or bother you, was gonna find you.” 

“(Y/N).” He speaks, tucking his index and middle fingers under your chin, lifting your head to look at him. “You could never be a bother, you know that?”

You nod, “‘m really, really sorry, Rinnie.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me, pretty.”

He gently guides you to your feet, “Now, come on, we’re going to go find Ran and the others.”

You shake your head, “No… Can’t let them meet me like this.”

“It’s okay pretty, we’re only going to want a few answers.”

“Of what.”

“Kenji.”

—

Rindou leads you to a couch in the middle of a room with a group of people sitting at it. Ran notices you two first and stands to his feet walking up and wrapping an arm around you.

“What happened to you, princess?” Ran asked with a look of concern on his face.

“Some idiot spiked a drink and gave it to her.” Rindou answers for you.

“He seemed nice.” You slur.

“They all do.” Ran shook his head and they sat you on the couch.

“What was his name?” An unfamiliar voice calls.

“Kenji.” Rindou answered.

“What was he wearing? I’ll beat his ass. No one messes with my baby brother's future wife.”

“Huh?”

“Stay focused.”

“Sorry. He was- He was in a red jacket, it was poofy like this.” You gesture with your hands.

“That’s great, (Y/N). What else was he wearing?” Rindou asks.

“... Black pants, they were also poofy.”

“I know who that is.” Another unknown voice, you turn your head to see a guy with a tattoo on the side of his head, blonde.

“He had an ugly nose.”

The guy snorts, glancing at you, “Did he?”

“Mhm.”

“Take us to him, Shion.” 

“Okay.”

“Okay, pretty. You sit here with my friend Kakucho, okay?”

You nod, “Where are you going?”

“To go kick someone's ass.”

“Rindou-”

“Don’t worry about that pretty head of yours. We’ll be alright after all there's five of us and one of him.”

—

Let’s just say you had to meet them all again, they loved you and invited you out more!!

They also loved to make fun of Rindou for how much of a simp he is around you

Kenji was never seen again. Dun dun dun

[edgeray]

Ray! 🍅 anon here, I said I wasn't going to request but there's one idea I've been really, REALLY itching at.

So you know how you reblogged "cold nights" by beiibeii? Yeah about that... I think I cooked an angst idea of this on a related tangent? (If you choose to write this, ofc)

How about Mother!Reader who is faced with the same scenario of Arle neglecting them to the point that she loses hope in their relationship? Think of the angst when the children constantly remind their Father of important dates but she's away or somehow missing most of them because of work. To the point reader just implies for them to stop trying and accepts the fact that they married Arlecchino but is now simply the Knave's wife? Like even the children can see them losing hope which is why they sometimes lowkey plead with their Father to actually pay more attention to Mother. Mother marrying Father means that Mother is strong but behind their strong facade you can see their sadness! You can feel their loneliness! And their sense of isolation and sorrowful acceptance of their new reality. And Arle does not pick up on the subtle signs until it's Too Late. Like. Reader in the coffin Late.

And as the Knave's wife Reader does need to undertake missions like in "I am Fine in Your Arms" but because reader has lost so much hope in living a wife outside of being the Knave's wife, reader does not make an effort to return alive. The angst of the burial, maybe the children blaming their Father etc. The really young ones aside, I don't think they would be actively angry with their Father, just very, VERY, disappointed. HotH would lose its warmth for a while before Lyney, Lynette and Freminet try their best to build it back (but of course, it never becomes as warm as it used to be)

Whether or not you choose to give this one a happy ending is up to you, but on my end the only happy ending that I cooked up for them is that Arle wakes up in the next Samsara with all these memories of losing Reader and prevents the relationship from going South in the first place. (Bonus points if Reader also has the memories and compares it to how they were treated by Arle previously, makes a comparison, and goes "How I wish this were my Arle" without knowing that it actually IS their Arle, just acknowledging she fucked up BIG time and is now making heavy amends for it. and Arle Knows because of that look that Reader gives her, sorrow and joy in a complex blend.)

...I think by now you can tell that I'm an angst writer too HAHSHHSHA Nobody leaves my fics without getting a knife and I promise it's just for the plot (like we always say).

I've still been keeping up with your writings (Beauty and The Beast actually fits, holy-) (Someone send Siren!Arle a whole farmhouse of ham for her consumption please) and yes I agree that you've been pumping out bangers after bangers. (I mean. Given that, you probably can afford to be a little indulgent? If writing this much quality about your muse doesn't give you the OK to put your hands all over them, abs and all, what does?)

As always, prioritise your sanity and schedule first, stay well rested and hydrated!

Lost Warmth

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N -  Link to my momma's (@beiibeiii) piece right here. If I see you read this before reading the masterpiece I just linked, know that I am a very disappointed axolotl. 😔  Anyways, you might be able to tell just how long this has been sitting in my inbox… haha… my bad guys. T^T. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write more angst. :3 And thank you for the additional comments 🍅 anon. I do have quite a soft spot for siren! arle, seeing that she was my first request (and requested from my momma :3). Wanted this to be a little longer, but I do have to wake up earlier tomorrow, so this is what you get T^T. Hopefully it's still good. Content warnings / info - angst, character death (duh), reader is referred to as ‘Mother’ but is otherwise GN!, 1.4k words

Cold is a feeling you've long gotten used to. Cold is your husband's dismissal of your existence, with every interaction ending with her blunt words and back towards you, leaving you with a crumbling heart. Cold are the long nights as you anxiously wait for Arlecchino's appearance for a candlelit dinner you spent half the day preparing, only for her never to return until you fell to exhaustion on the couch, a flower bouquet that remains unreceived in your hands. Cold is the creeping loneliness in the late hours of the night, when you've finally grown tired of anticipating someone that will never come, and returned to bed alone. Cold is the way you shiver underneath the thickest of blankets, no one's body warmth to sink into, no one's softly whispered words into your ear to drift you to sleep. Cold is when instead of your husband, only dim stars, a bottle of liquor, and the tears that stream your face join you in bed.

When was the last time you had felt warmth? 

You recall when the Knave first started courting you, how gentlemanly she was for such a rumored cruel Harbinger. You were first just a caretaker of the House of the Hearth, this small orphanage which you quickly found to be home for you. You couldn't help but adore the endearing children, watching as you slowly became a staple in this family. Despite your best efforts of hiding it, Arlecchino noticed when you snuck in the occasional pastry or cake from the town's most lavious bakery for the children, out of your own paycheck as well. It was then, your husband admitted, when she first fell for you. It had taken her months of encouragement from her ‘pestering’ children before she asked you out, and it was impossible to not fall for her charm.

How could you not? Not when she held you like you were her world. Not when she viewed you higher than the Tsaritsa herself. Not when her touch was heavenly, her words silky and sweet. When she proposed to you, your heart leapt with levity, and you thought your life was perfect now. A warm house, fitted with warm parents, that was what you had had, you had never felt so content. 

Then came the long nights. Nights when she trudged home later than usual, where she fell asleep without a word but sunk into your arms still. Then she started forgetting, forgetting about the dates and birthdays, and anniversaries more and more. At first, you chalked it up to her demanding Harbinger duties, but as time grew and the excuses started to run out, the perfect life you knew was crumbling. 

You became aware of this two years after your marriage when you had been preparing dinner for the two of you once she arrived home, slow cooking a steak since the early hours of the morning. Just as you exited the kitchen, you heard some children surrounding your husband before she left for another Harbinger meeting, telling her that you had a surprise for her once she came home and how excited you were for her to enjoy a new recipe you created. Your heart swelled with hope and appreciation for your children, especially when Arlecchino promised she would return in time. 

You should have known better.

You ate your tear-ridden steak alone and went to bed, leaving the steak out for her for whenever she returned home. Just like how you fell asleep, you woke up without your husband's presence, and when you arrived at the kitchen, the meat and the note besides the plate were untouched. 

You tried to eat the cold steak for lunch as well. You threw it away at the first bite. That day, you gathered your children, pleading them not to ‘pester’ Father with more reminders, as she was very busy. All that you gained back from the children was pitied expressions, and the agony in your chest worsened. Your children could pity you, but your husband couldn't? Even with your husband's coldness, you still carried out your Mother role, if only for the children. You cannot deny that the children's antics helped you forget the ever-present void inside you, caused by Arlecchino. 

You never learned the reason for Arlecchino's behavior, why she had grown so cold towards you. Now, you suppose, you would never know.  

Red fills your hazy vision as you lay on the ground, your entire body aching and fatigued, desperate gasps for air while your heart pounds in your eardrums. Your side was sliced, and the crimson liquid quickly poured out of the wound while you tried to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. 

This is your end, you think to yourself as you weakly turn on your side, every nerve in your body protesting against the movement. Your bloodied hand comes into view, your engagement and wedding ring gleaming slightly underneath the blood. The rings bring your thoughts to Arlecchino–oh, how you imagine the common disappointment in her otherwise apathetic expression, disappointment at your mission's failure. Your eyes bubbled and blurred with tears, vivid memories of your wedding flashing through your mind. The wedding ring is beautiful, still polished with that bold scarlet, the same color of her eyes, the same eyes you could never stop drowning in.

Would she even know your absence? Would she ever acknowledge you, treat you properly like her partner even if you did return? You doubt it. Did you want to return a cold bed, to a husband that does not love you, to a house no longer warm? 

It's warm. 

Your body feels like fire courses through your veins as you feel inexplicably hot, yet it's a welcomed heat. It's the first time you've felt this, but it feels familiar, comforting, like a hearth, and you want nothing more than to surrender to it. It soothes your heartbeat and calms your breath, easing your body as if you were to sink into the most plush of beds, swallowed by the thickest of blankets. The warmth coils around you, wrapping you like a cozy embrace, evoking you to sleep. Your eyes flutter shutter, a faint smile plastered on your lips.

It feels just like Peruere's arms. 

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Arlecchino receives a letter addressed to her on the third day you've been sent on a mission. The contents make her drop the paper, and she rushes outside, without an additional word, leaving the House. 

The children do not see her until she returns late into the night, a body wrapped in cloth in her arms. Arlecchino raised her children to be smart, to be attentive, to be logical. Whose body it is, they realize with little difficulty. 

The children weep that night. Arlecchino does not. How can she, when her source of emotions is gone? 

The burial takes place soon afterwards. As your body is placed into the ground, Arlecchino can feel the weight of her children's stare on her back. The charged tension between her and the children is palpable without words. She cannot discern which of the two reactions cut deeper. The seething fury underneath the oppressive grief for the young ones, having to lose another parent, or the crushing dismay inhabited by the older ones, specifically the twins and Freminet. 

Their thoughts are clear, even when none of them speak out loud. 

How could you fail Mother?

The House of the Hearth no longer suits the orphanage's name, not with your missing presence. There is no warmth, no matter how much the trio tries to fuel a lost flame. Even with Arlecchin's pyro vision, it is futile.

Arlecchino stands before your gravestone, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in her hand, and she rests it beside the other bouquets by your grave. Six bouquets in total, for each day after your burial. 

“For all the flowers, I should have given you, my love,” she whispers as she addresses you, glancing up to the heavens. The last two words make her feel like a fraud, undeserving of calling you hers, when she had clearly never shown so. 

Arlecchino, the Knave, the Fatui Harbinger, does not plead, does not beg, does not kneel. However, her knees drop to her dirt, and she grovels. “Please… wait for me one more time, my dear. Once I meet you again, I promise I'll never leave you alone, I'll never let you out of my arms again.”

There is no reply. 

Arlecchino feels cold. 

[musings-of-a-rose]

Hi there 🙏 thanks for answer me, you can take your time 😊 I am such a fan of some of your fanfics so I know you can write something for me.

I wasn't really feel comfortable with my body like the usually, so I would really love something about Benny comforting reader about her body issues, something like soft but also smutty.. all the smut you can bring to the table (I read your work so I trust you can do it 😂❤️) it can start softly and then go to the dirty smut... That's all I ask for 🙏.

Take your time of course I'll wait excited ☺️

I'm Really Into You - Part 3

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader "Poppy"

Word Count: 1900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

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I’m Really Into You Part 1

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I hate our bi-annual meetings at work. They’re supposed to be “fun team morale building”, but all they do is make me feel like shit. Because, inevitably, someone is going to comment on my weight. “You’ve lost weight!” or “Oh, you look the same!”. I once had someone tell me I looked like I had gained weight. People tend to not have filters when you’re not a size 2. I hit Benny’s speed dial on my phone and he picks up after the second ring.

“Hey sweetheart! You on your way over?” I sigh. “Hey, you ok?”

He always seems to know. “Yeah.”

“Poppy?”

I pause a moment. “Just…people at work suck.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No…yes? I don’t know. Maybe I should just go to my place tonight and we can do dinner tomorrow.”

There’s a pause. “If that’s what you want, sure. But I really want you to come over. I miss you.”

A small smile tugs at my lips. “You just saw me yesterday.”

He lets out an overly dramatic whine. “That was forever ago!”

I can’t help but chuckle, picturing his beautiful face and bright blue eyes with a dramatic pout on his lips. “Ok, ok. I’m coming.”

“Yeah you will.”

“Benny!”

“What? I’m psychic too! I can see your future!”

15 minutes later, I pull into his driveway. I glance in the mirror, patting down my hair a little before saying “Fuck it” and just grabbing my bag and walking to the front door. I barely raise my fist to knock before he opens the door, immediately cupping my face and kissing me. It takes me a second but finally I respond, leaning into his kiss as best I can with my bag in one hand and my travel cup in the other.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Benny pulls back just enough to look at me, his large hands still cupping my face. 

“Hi Benny.”

He drops my face and takes my bag, letting me enter and take off my shoes while he closes and locks the door. He hangs my bag on a hook and I follow him over to the couch, where he has a drink and some snacks already sitting out. I sit and look at the snacks, tears welling in my eyes.

“Hey hey! No, I didn’t get the chips you hate, I promise!”

I smile sadly, the tears starting to fall as I desperately try to choke them back, wiping at my face with my sleeve. “N-no, you’re perfect.”

He places his hand on my leg. “Then what is it? Was it work?” When I don’t answer, a flash of anger crosses his face. “Those fuckers.”

I let out a choked laugh. “Yeah, they mean well. I think? It’s just…nevermind.”

Benny squeezes my leg. “You can tell me anything, Poppy.”

I take a deep breath. I promised myself I would be open with Benny, especially after he bared himself to me, telling me all about his ptsd and his nightmares, his insecurities, all of it. 

“At these big team meetings we have twice a year, I see people I don’t normally see. There’s the usual small talk, but someone almost always talks about my weight. Whether I look like I’ve lost a few pounds, look the same, or even gained weight. Once I had lost about 10 pounds and someone asked if I had gained.” I bury my face in my hands, the tears flowing out. “I’m used to the comments but they still hurt,” my voice is muffled but he hears me. 

Gently, Benny grips my forearms, pulling them away from my face before he cups it, waiting for my eyes to find his. “Fuck them, Poppy. You’re gorgeous.”

That sad smile crosses my face again. “You have to say that since you’re my boyfriend. For some reason.” I didn’t mean to say that last part out loud, but I did. 

“What?” Benny said in disbelief.

“It’s just you’re so-” I gesture at him. “-hot. And I’m just-” I gesture at myself. “-me.”

“Poppy, I have thought you were gorgeous from the moment I laid eyes on you. I wanted all of you. Your curves, your tits, your ass, your eyes, you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t know what I did to deserve you because I’ve definitely done some fucked up shit in my life.”

I open my mouth to reply, but he presses a finger to my lips. “Let me show you.” He replaces his finger with his lips, soft at first, his tongue gently pressing against my mouth. I part my lips and he slides his tongue in, dancing around with my own. He gently presses on my shoulders to get me to lie down on my back and I comply, his lips kissing down my jaw and sucking on a spot on my neck that has me gasping. His fingers deftly undo the buttons on my shirt and he flings it open, his lips starting a path down to my chest. 

“Ooo front open bra!” 

I can’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm, the laugh catching in my throat as he pops open my bra and immediately starts lapping at my chest, tongue swirling around my nipples. He sucks one in his mouth and I groan, pressing my hips up against his, feeling how hard he is in his pants already. He pulls his head back and grabs a boob in each hand, kneading and squeezing them as he brushes his thumb over my peaked nipples.

“These are the best tits I’ve ever seen. And I get to put them in my mouth.” He resumes lapping at them, chuckling darkly when my hips buck up again, a quiet moan all I can manage in response. He pulls the top of my skirt down slightly and starts to move down to my stomach, and this is where I twitch. He knows it’s a sensitive area for me, always self-conscious. But he takes his time, kissing and licking and gripping me, bucking his own hips into the couch. 

“Fuck you are so hot. I love your curves.”

He bunches the edges of my skirt up in his fists, kissing my thighs as he does so. Then he looks up at me, a sparkle in his eyes as he winks, his head disappearing under my skirt. He presses my legs apart more and before I can say anything, he slides my underwear to the side and licks straight up me, my hips bucking into his face. He slides an arm across my lower belly, firmly keeping me in place as he laps at me, his tongue swirling around my clit as I gasp and moan, my hands twisting into the couch cushions as I could not grip his hair. 

“Oh fuck, Benny! There!” He found a spot that makes my leg twitch, massaging it with his tongue for a moment before he slides 2 fingers inside me, immediately curling them and finding that magical spot. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he speaks lowly against my cunt, his voice vibrating through me and I lose it, his name tumbling from my lips in praise as wave after wave of pleasure passes over me. I start to come down, but he doesn’t move, reaffirming his grip on my stomach.

“Not done with you yet,” he mumbles, diving back in, his tongue finding another spot that makes both of my legs twitch this time. I manage to prop myself up enough to look between my legs, his broad shoulders poking out from under my skirt where his head is fully lodged. When he licks against me again I come undone, hips twitching as I cry his name. I come down and he pulls his head out, hair all mussed up, his chin glistening with me, a big stupid smile on his face.

“I want you to think of me between your legs every time you wear this skirt.”

That rushes straight between my legs, despite the last several minutes. “Fuck yeah I will.”

He sits up and reaches over his back, pulling his shirt from himself. I lean up and start to undo his pants, Benny chuckling as he watches me. “Can’t wait, huh?” I shake my head as I pull down his zipper. He pushes my legs wider as I pull down his boxers and lay back, slapping his dick against my overstimulated pussy and I jolt. He grips my knees and pushes them a little more wider, notching himself at my entrance.

“Now I’m going to fuck your gorgeous self into this couch and you’re going to take it like my good girl, right?” I nod furiously. 

He slides himself in with one push of his hips and I cry out, his body laying over mine as he pounds into me, praise whispered in my ear between grunts. “You’re so fucking hot, Poppy…never been this turned on in my life…I swear it’s like I’m a teenager again…I just want to be inside you all day or between your legs…fuck your tits have good bounce!” 

I reach up and pinch my own nipples, eliciting a moan not only from me but from Benny too. “Fuck yeah, Poppy. You’re so hot - touch yourself. Show me how hot you are.”

I hesitate a moment, having never touched myself in front of him, or anyone, before. But I trust the man currently buried inside of me with my entire heart. So I lift two fingers to his mouth and slide them inside, Benny swirling his tongue around them with a groan before I pull them out and place them on my clit, teasing myself how I like. The difference is, I’ve never had a man pounding me senseless while I did this and oh fuck this is hot. Benny pushes himself up, his eyes watching where I’m touching myself.

“Just like you like, Poppy. Oh fuck, this is hot, I’m gonna…cum with me!” 

And I do. I cum yelling his name as he continues to press deeper into me, my fingers still dancing across my clit as my legs twitch, my pussy tightening around him as he spills into me, my name a chant on his own lips. He leans down, still inside me, as he presses a soft kiss to my lips. 

“Feel better, sweetheart?”

I’m smiling genuinely this time, my entire body warm and relaxed as I nod. “Feeling loved.”

Oh. Fuck. What did I just say?

My eyes fly open as I look at him. We had never said that out loud. But Benny’s smile is wider than mine. “That’s because I love you, Poppy.”

“Y-you do?”

He kisses me again, still soft. “I have for a while.”

“I love you too, Benny. So much.”

The kiss heats up and I feel him twitch inside me. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I want to spread you out and show you how much I love you.”

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Oh what about a cheating smut fic where tony is married to pepper and he starts to have a sexual affair towards his daughter morgan's hot babysitter, reader

Babygirl

Friday, 4pm

I check the time on my dainty Cartier watch, walkin in circles around my squad as I zero in on every move, every flip, and every damn high kick. They're phenomal as ever, still I need to make sure we're on point for the next game. Squatting low, I assess how one of my girls back up and shows that flexibility by bending backwards with palms outstretched to the ground. She ends the number with a smooth sensual backflip into the splits, ofcourse poppin each ass cheek individually. I cheer and ofcourse give my girl, along with the crew, a standin ovation.

"Excellent muthafukin job per usual, owwwww!" I mimick my bitch Cardi and I clap for my amazing team.

My cell rings from the bleachers a few feet away. Im tired, plus that might be Mr. Stark and I know better than to ignore; it's definitely time to call it a day.

"Listen up my beautiful people, we done for the day. But, side note, please don't forget to team up with your cheer buddy as many times as needed before the game to make sure each of you got the routine down pact. If you have any questions, hit my line. Aight y'all."

A few hugs goodbye and smacks to my rear, I'm able to grab my phone and check my missed calls. Fuck.. The butterflies in my tummy are instantaneous as I read 'Tony Stark' across my screen. No matter how many times he calls it never fails to make me wanna squeal and do a few back flips of my own.

I hit the send button and redial him as I chew on my bottom lip nervously. It only does half a ring before his sexy voice speaks through the phone.

"Hey, there's my other favorite girl. Where are you? You busy?"

It's just like Tony to be all in my business, even though he was my employer, not father. There wasn't a thing he didn't know about me after being Morgan's babysitter for over 3 years now.

"Why no, Daddy, I'm not busy." I tease him with a giggle. "I'm at uni right now. Just finished practice. Why, wassup?"

The silence lastin just a second too long before he clears his throat and answers.

"You uh.. Just finished cheer practice?" He repeats slowly.

"Yeah, literally just a second ago. Gonna change and head home. Why, you need me?" I ask concerned.

"I do honey, need you to come watch Morgan for the weekend. Peppers outta town for business and I'll be here but not here. You available for me pretty girl?"

The way he speaks to makes my heart wanna dive out my damn chest, especially when his wife's not around. His already pampering nature amplifies he and doesn't seem to able to resist calling me those sweet lil nicknames that make me weak in the knees.

"Yes Mr. Stark. Always, anything for you." I breathe back, thighs clenching at the way the tone of his voice is starting to get me aroused.

"Perfect. And call me Tony, you know better honey." He gently scolds. "Anyway, I'm sending a car to come get you immediately."

I hear him snap his fingers over the phone and assume that's his way of sending me a ride.

"But I'll need to go home and grab a some things to stay for a few days." I remind him.

"No. I want you here as soon as possible. I already have someone on their way to you." His response leaves no room for argument, so I don't even bother.

"Ok then, catch you inna minute. And tell Morgan I can wait to see her."

"You got it babygirl. See you soon."

I hang up, grabbing my Nike backpack and head to the pick up area in front of the school. Fuck, another weekend with Tony Stark. Let's see how long it takes before I drench my panties when I get in his presence this time.

45 mins later

I arrive to Tony's mansion relieved to finally get to see my 2 favorite people in the world. They're waiting for me at the front door with big smiles, Tony holding Morgan on his back. She lightly kicks outwards to get free from her father. He happily sets her down and she runs up to me excitedly wearing the cutest ladybug bathing suit. Wrapping her tiny arms around my waist, she hugs me affectionately. I bend and hug her back just as tight and tell her how happy I am to see her.

"Daddy says your staying all weekend, is that true?" She inquires, nose scrunched making her the spitting image of her father.

"Yes, I am. Us girls are gonna have a blast. I was thinking tomorrow I could paint your nails and then maybe you could paint mine? I'd love your help picking out a cute color, what do ya think?"

"Let's just go get a manicure." She rebuttals smartly, taking my hand and dragging me to the front door. I barely have a second to grab my backpack!

"Or there's that." I laugh and wave goodbye to Tony's driver as Morgan pulls me past her father to the pool.

"Guess Daddy will catch you guys later." Tony chuckles, watching us amused.

"Guess so Daddy." I don't get a chance to catch the way his nostrils flare a bit or how he licks his lips at my statement as he watches his daughter steer me away.

Her and I have a blast in the pool for a couple hours, Morgan even more so as I sit on the edge with just my feet in. She shows me how well she's gotten a swimming since the last time we saw each other. It's beyond obvious her practice is paying off; my best lil buds gonna be ready for competitions in no time.

After, Tony brings us hot cheesy pizza for dinner as she grabs his laptop and shows me how to do the newest tik tok dance challenges that she and her friends like the most. We lay by the pool eat and laugh together as all the goofy and cool new trends come up. It just surprises me that a young girl can navigate the platform so efficiently. The smartie pants even makes me an account so I can keep up with what she's up to.

"Alright, little girl. Its 7:30, time to go to sleep. We'll do a bath in the morning. Go brush your teeth and get into your pjs. Daddy and I'll be by to say goodnight when your done."

The good girl that Morgan is, she kisses my cheek and skips off into the house. I quickly clean up our mess and head off to search for Tony.

When I find him it's 7:45 and he's laid out on the couch in one of his dens, arm thrown tiredly over his face. I think he's asleep from his even breaths, the calm rise and fall of his athletic bare chest. Fuck he makes my mouth water the way he lays with his legs spread wide, wearing only a pair of soft cotton light grey sweats low on his hips. His toned tummy and the thin line of his happy trail entice me to come closer for a better look and I'm right behind him in an instant. Goddam the bulge of his cock looks girthy as fuck.

I reach out and lightly massage at his shoulders, bending for just a moment to whisper at his ear.

"Its time for Daddy to go say goodnight."

Tony removes his arm and gazes up at me tiredly. The short low groan helps activate the already swirling storm in my gut. There's no way my panties aren't wet.

"Ok, honey. Let's go." Sitting up a few inches before pausing as Jarvis begins to speak.

"Actually Mr. Stark, Morgan has been asleep for 3 minutes 26 seconds. I predict she will not be awake for another 10 and a half hours sir."

"Thanks." Daddy relaxes into my touch again before speaking again.

"Hey Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"Take a walk."

"Yes sir."

There's a quiet beep signaling the AI's exit as I continue to massage Tony's strong shoulders.

"Come here, beautiful. Come sit on Daddy's lap, let's talk." He requests gently.

I know we've been crossing some kinda boundary the way we speak to one another, but if I do as he asks this'll be a clear violation in his marriage. I don't wanna cause harm to Tony in any way, in fact I ache to make him happy however I can. That desire in itself is probably what has me toeing of my shoes and plopping my round ass cheeks right on his dick before I have another thought.

He's half hard and I'm baffled how I didn't notice because he's already so thick. The first press of my pussy against it has me biting my lip and pushin again and again to mimic the pressure on my clit. My breath puffs out as I hold back a moan at the feeling. Christ, I'm throbbing in need and I've sittin in his lap for a total of 5 seconds.

"Did my 2 favorite girls have fun?" Tony asks seemingly unaffected..

Except when i squint it seems his breath accelerates just a bit through his slightly open mouth, warm strong chest rising and falling just a fraction faster. His palms slide underneath my skirt to the top of my thighs, tenderly rubbing in a circular motion as I lightly hump at his cock.

"So much fun, Daddy. I'm kinda tired though, long day. Obviously not long as yours. You look exhausted. You ok?"

He only tilts his head and offers a small shrug.

"I kinda feel better now that I get to see my little cheer captain in her sexy uniform." Tony leers up at me with a smirk before winkin, making me bust out in laughter.

"So how's classes sweetheart? You doin okay?"

"I am, first semester was a bit difficult but I got the ropes now. I'm a fuckin superstar." I brag with a smile.

"That's great honey, glad to hear it." He replies warmly, rotating his hips in circles against me.

"Still don't ever forget that I gotta blank check with your name on it. Matter fact, you're not leavin here this weekend without it. Got it?" He asks sternly, lookin directly into my soul.

"Yes Daddy." I answer without a second thought.

"Good girl." He praises, moaning low in his throat at my swift movements.

"Well.." I lean forward till our lips are almost touching and look deep into his pretty eyes. "What can I do to make Daddy feel better?"

Tony breaks first. He roughly presses his lips to mine, sucking and kissing as he holds me in place with one hand on the back of head. The other hand grips my thigh firmly as he dominates our kiss passionately. His fine ass licks into my mouth while groaning, sucking on the tip of my tongue as I moan loud and frantically crush our pelvis' together. He gives me one nip to my lips before speaking against them.

"Make Daddy cum, sweetheart."

"How?" I ask nervously, pulling back to look into his hazy eyes.

"Any way you want gorgeous."

My hips come to a halt as I think for a moment before sliding off his lap to my knees and greedily soakin in the growl he emits when he notices the wet spot I left on his crotch.

Pulling my medium sized perky tits through the designed slit at the bottom of my cheer top, showing him stiff pierced nipples. A small slim chain hangs between my breasts, connecting the 2 piercings. I shake my titties at him, smiling at his hypnotized glazed stare at my supple chest.

"Fuck my tits." I demand, slightly dipping my head forward to let a generous glob of spit splat between them.

There's no need to ask twice as Tony hastily snatches his dick from his sweats and slides it between my round brown orbs. He relaxes back into the deep navy blue sectional while I press my breasts together to surround his thick shaft and begin with slow strokes. Biting those delicious lips, his head dips further into the couch as he watches me through slits. Daddy looks so fucking good as he fights the pleasure enveloping his dick.

"Hoooooh, fu- AH! Jesus y/n, feels so good. Thank you, pretty girl. Ohfuck! Just what I needed. Mmmm.. Yeah, yeah just like thaaat.."

His arms hang limp at his sides as he lets me unravel him. Poor baby, his eyes don't know where to look, darting from my dark nipples to his big fat dick stabbing up through the swell of my breasts. I take a mental picture of the way he loses his mind in my body, hips coming up erratically to meet my downward thrusts.

"You like slipping your fat cock between my titties, Daddy?" I ask innocently, squeezing his dick a bit more firmly.

"Ah, ah, yes babygirl! N-never felt this gooood!" He sputters back to me.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself. Though the other option was to lay on my back, spread open my legs and wet little pussy to you. Let you be the judge of which hole of mine you wanted.. first.."

I speed up my slippery tits, fucking his twitching cock from base to tip at a quick steady pace. The spit turned out to be the perfect lubricate as he easily plunges his dick between my tits.

"Oh fuck little girl, so goddamn perfect for me- haaaashit! Ahhaaaa, fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod y/n want that so bad. N-need to fuck every inch of you honey.."

His hands ball into fists as he widens his stance, giving me ample room to work. Those gorgeous eyes roll back into his head as he gasps at the sensation building in his groin.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please! Letmefuckyouhoney! P-please, need to cum y/n. Aaaaaaahfuuuuuck! Haven't cum in months. Pleasepleaseplease, will do anything sweetheart!"

Now completely understanding Tony's absolute desperation, my cunt flutters as his pleas to feel my pussy double and rise in volume. I slam my tits onto his dick repeatedly, loud wet smacking intermixed with his sobs.

"How long Daddy? Exactly how long since you sprayed your thick milky cream outta this big fat ass cock?" I ask, leaning to give kitten licks to the wide flushed tip.

I moan animatedly at the taste of the salty precum dripping from his leaky dick. It's so fucking addicting that I hungrily slurp on the head of his dick. His abs ripple as his body trembles through the onslaught.

"Almost a-Haaa! FUCK! Almostayeeeear! Ohshitohshit, gonna c-cum babygirl!"

Fuck that's way too damn long, so I resolve to not make him wait a second longer to fill up a wet and willing pussy.

"Yeeees ah, ah, ahhhh- wait! What the fuck?Come back here little girl!"

I giggle as I duck away from his hands swiping to pull my back towards his equally enraged dick. I scoot back on the plush white carpet, pulling off my squort and parting my shapely cocoa thighs. He's so immediately entranced at me spreading my pussy lips with one hand as I crook my finger and invite him over with the other.

"Oh fuck me, thank you sweetheart. Love you so much babygirl, you don't even know. Your my perfect girl, wish you were my wife instead honey."

I don't know if Tony knows he's speaking as he clumsily takes his place between my legs but the admission warms my heart.. And my pussy. I kiss his neck and hold him tight as he thanks me profusely for letting him inside.

He aims his dick at my pulsing little hole, tapping my clit twice before slipping about an inch of his dick inside. I keen at the stretch, whining and pulling at him for more but apparently that's all Daddy needs. Slamming his eyes shut, he hunches over me going completely feral and unloads months and months worth of frustration into me.

"Yea-eeeees, little girl! Lemme breed my favorite girl. Haaaaa fuck! Feels like heaven, cantstophoney! Ah, ah, ah, so gooood y/n. Love you much! So so so much!"

I relish how fucking whiny he becomes as he releases heavy splats of cum against my walls. The pressure of his load makes me moan like a whore underneath him as he holds me to his carpet by my shoulders and gives us both what we need.

"That's it Daddy, fill me up. Make me take your cum. I want all of it, yeeeees! Don't waste a drop, gimme my cream pleeeeease. My wet little kitty wants to drink up a thick dose of your milk Daddy, gimme!"

The force of Tony's nut stuns him but his fluttering lid reopens as he gazes at my face. Even through his flismy focus he stares at the sloppy saliva spattered on my tits and tummy down to where his dick splits me open wide.

It's my turn to become distressed as I hump at the rock hard cock dripping the last few drops of his load into my greedy cunt. Neither of us hear the front door open in our opposite state of minds; or the footsteps clicking towards our location.

"What the fuck?!" Peppers deranged voice echoes throughout the dim den making us jumps, the cock piercin me unintentionally stabbing a few inches deeper.

I wail in fucking pure delight, nails scratching down Tony's back as he immediately seethes at her entrance. It's clear he's not happy she interrupted our private moment. Still, his dick remains stiff as fuck inside me.

Lookin up at his wife with disdain, brows still pinched from the feeling of my pussy clutching at him hungrily, he demands that she leave.

Maybe it's time for Daddy to get a divorce..

[mommycitas]

I’d really love to read “i already forgave you. why can’t you forgive yourself ? w negan please!

A/N; you don't even know how happy this req made me oh my god I'm shaking how good this prompt is omg I really hope you like what I did with this!! It's lowk short buuuuut I hope that's ok! (I made the reader Glenn's sister sooo!!! X3)

summary; When you were visiting Negan's cell, some inner feelings you had towards each other come out

pairing; Negan x Rhee!Reader

Pronouns/Name; She/Her, Y/N

Warning; Angsty, swearing, Negan being a crybaby, Negan being look ooc, ykkk. NOT PROOF READ !!!

Word count; 608

It had took Michonne a lot of convincing to let you talk to Negan. But you needed closure, he killed your brother in front of you for fucks sake. Well that's the excuse you told her, in reality you had deep down forgiven him. So many people from all 3 communities refused to even mutter his name, it was a little far fetched of them in your opinion but you somewhat understood. You'll miss your brother for the rest of your life and his last words will always echo in your ears when you're trying to sleep. But Negan has been rotting in a cellar for years, people laughing and mocking him. You always heavily believed in the justice system before the world went to shit, if someone has served their time they should be forgiven.

You wipe the sweat off your hands as you stand before the door his enclosure is located in. Carefully you unlock the door and creak it open. Staring before him, the broken shell of the man you had feared for so long. You could tell he tensed up knowing exactly who you were. "What pleasure do I own this visit?" his rugged voice sends shivers down your spine. "You know who I am?" you nervously shift towards his cell. "Yeah" he sounds desperate and pitiful "Your the widows sister in law." "Maggie.. her name is Maggie." suddenly you regret coming here in the first place, shifting your weight between feet. "You come here to ridicule me? Tell me I deserved to die in that field? If you did save your breathe, I've heard it before, I don't care." he scoffs at you "Well, actually. I wanted to come here to tell you," you pause and wrap a hand around the barring of his cell "I forgive you." you watch his whole demeanor change in an instant. "I know the others aren't as forgiving but I believe everyone has rights for a second chance, I believe you served your time."

Unexpectedly, he drops to his knees in front of you, tears streaming into his salt and pepper beard. "You don't mean that, you hate me I know it!" he yells with a concerning amount of volume, causing you to kneel down to be the same level as him. "I don't. I did for a long time, but even more seeing you here. I feel nothing but pity for you. You did even wicked things but you don't deserve this." He stares at you blankly "I don't deserve your forgiveness, I killed your brother. You should be spitting at my feet." you reach through the bars and cup his cheek "I've forgiven you, why can't you forgive yourself?" he stands up and backs away from you, refusing your touch. "I hate the things you've done, but I don't hate you." you sigh

Getting off the ground you back away from his cell and walk towards the door without looking back, a wave of regret washes over you. "Y/N. Wait." he calls out, causing you to spin slowly on your heels. "Thank you. For forgiving me, for not hating me. I know it must be really hard, and I'm sorry." he mutters so low you can barely hear anything he is saying. You give it a moment to let his words really sink to your core. Smiling and nodding. You stare silently at the man who was broken beyond repair, a man who can't even forgive his own actions. You turn and leave. Praying deep down, he can see the man he is, isn't the man he has to be. Praying he will learn to forgive himself.

[shionu27]

♎︎︎ Everything Zyglavis ♎︎︎

Zyglavis is the Minister of the Department of Punishments and has the power to manipulate his shadow, he is also the God of Libra. Zyglavis route is available in season two, so I do recommend playing one of the first season gods in either punishment of wishes.

There are two endings to the game a Blessed and Forbidden ending, once both have been read, you'll get a special video of a love confession. Each chapters has 2 choices, forbidding choices will be marked with "🔮" and wishes are marked is "⭐".

Walkthrough

Chapter 1

Choice 1

Please guard me ⭐

wonder about the dark king 🔮

Choice 2

That never even crossed my mind ⭐

I have a right to chose 🔮

Chapter 2

Choice 1

I don’t know ⭐

Yes, obviously 🔮

Choice 2

talk to him ⭐

Leave the room 🔮

Chapter 3

Choice 1

Ask ⭐

Give up 🔮

Choice 2

Stop Zyglavis ⭐

Ignore what’s happening 🔮

Chapter 4

Choice 1

You ⭐

Someone 🔮

Choice 2

Yes. Forgive ⭐

That's not what I'm saying at all 🔮

Chapter 5

Choice 1

Zyglavis 🔮

By myself ⭐

Choice 2

Run to the children ⭐

Assume someone else will help🔮

Chapter 6

Choice 1

Wait until tomorrow 🔮

Tell him now ⭐

Choice 2

Hold on for dear life ⭐

I can't! 🔮

Chapter 7

Choice 1

He protected me ⭐

It was a close fight 🔮

Choice 2

(He'll never tell me.) 🔮

Ask ⭐

Chapter 8

Choice 1

I'm grateful⭐

I'm fed-up 🔮

Choice 2

Goodnight ⭐

Don't say anything 🔮

Chapter 9

Choice 1

Let him off the hook 🔮

I want to help him ⭐

Choice 2

Ok! ⭐

Are you sure? 🔮

Chapter 10

Choice 1

I'm going to the bathroom... ⭐

Are you coming with me? 🔮

Choice 2

I'm sorry🔮

Please keep guarding me ⭐

Chapter 11

Choice 1

I'd want to eat something good🔮

I'd want to see Zyglavis' smile ⭐

Choice 2

Talk to him ⭐

Run away🔮

Chapter 12

Choice 1

Fight🔮

Shout that you love Zyglavis ⭐

Choice 2

It's a secret🔮

I'll leave it to your imagination ⭐

CG's and Other Endings

Main Story CG's

Forbidden Ending

Blessed Ending

His PoV Note: Some of the extra stories will have multiple episodes but not choices.

Epilogue

Sequel

Episode 1

Choice 1

Link arms ⭐

Ask to hold hands 🔮

Choice 2

Quietly nod 🔮

Bashfully look away ⭐

Episode 2

Choice 1

Come and get me 🔮

I’m coming ⭐

Choice 2

I don't remember 🔮

Yes ⭐

Episode 3

Choice 1

I’m happy⭐

I don't know about this...🔮

Choice 2

I understand 🔮

Take me with you ⭐

Episode 4

Choice 1

Is this about Zyglavis? ⭐

Don’t look so sad 🔮

Choice 2

Go with him 🔮

Take me to him ⭐

Episode 5

Choice 1

Don't be so mean 🔮

I’m desperate to help you ⭐

Choice 2

I understand 🔮

Worry ⭐

Episode 6

Choice 1

Zyglavis 🔮

Neither ⭐

Choice 2

Say I don’t mind 🔮

Don’t say anything ⭐

Episode 7

Choice 1

You’re horrible 🔮

I understand the position you’re in… ⭐

Choice 2

This isn’t like you 🔮

It pains me to see you like this ⭐

Blessed Ending

Forbidden Ending

Sequel His PoV

Sequel Epilogue

Musing on Love - has 2 endings

Episode 1

Choice 1

It's alright 🔮

You shouldn’t overthink things ⭐

Choice 2

I want to go to the heavens ⭐

I'm worried about you 🔮

Episode 2

Choice 1

my leg hurts ⭐

That was scary🔮

Choice 2

Say something encouraging 🔮

What, should we do?⭐

Episode 3

Choice 1

No ⭐

I can’t say🔮

Choice 2

Yes ⭐

Are you sure it's safe?🔮

Episode 4

Choice 1

Let's rejoin the others ⭐

You go alone 🔮

Choice 2

I miss him ⭐

No 🔮

Forbidden Ending

Blessed Ending

A Promise of Infinity

Episode 1

Choice 1

Silently watch him go ⭐

Say something to the other gods 🔮

Choice 2

Let's go! ⭐

I can't 🔮

Episode 2

Choice 1

Yes ⭐

No🔮

Choice 2

Talk about what you ate earlier 🔮

Talk about marriage ⭐

Episode 3

Choice 1

I don’t know🔮

Yeah ⭐

Choice 2

I’m scared 🔮

I'd love to go ⭐

Episode 4

Choice 1

Is it not enough backup?🔮

Do you have something on your mind? ⭐

Choice 2

Go get coffee🔮

Check with Zyglavis ⭐

Episode 5

Choice 1

A mermaid gown⭐

It’s a secret 🔮

Choice 2

It's pretty heavy ⭐

I don't know 🔮

Episode 6

Choice 1

Show them a picture ⭐

Show them your ticket receipts 🔮

Choice 2

Yes ⭐

I don't know 🔮

Episode 7

Choice 1

Ask for more details ⭐

Stare at Zyglavis 🔮

Choice 2

We didn't break any laws ⭐

How did you know about that? 🔮

Forbidden Ending

[lala1267]

Who is she (Part 2)

Summary: Elvis finally found out who she was and where she was.

Warnings: Elvis basically cheats on his wife with a younger girl (no sex just a kiss dw). Swearing.

She was a special girl, she was different. She could heal people just from the touch of her lips. She held a higher power, it was almost like she was a witch. She seemed to cast a spell on men. Just by looking into her gleaming eyes, men would be head over heels. But she was still unknown, no one knew her name, her family, her school. She was erased from society. She was invisible. She lurked through the shadows and hid behind others. She was scared of people, but if someone was in need, she would be happy to help. Her lips, her eyes, her body, her hair made men fall head over heels for her, but she hated attention, so she hid from everyone.

Elvis had her on his mind every day and every night. He was willing to risk his marriage for her.

1969- autumn

It was a cold day, brown leaves scattered across the street as the wind blew swiftly. The birds sang sweet songs. Elvis was in Graceland's living room. The diamond chandelier hung just below the ceiling, the wallpaper sparkled in the light, and the white carpet was soft. Elvis and Jerry sat on the cream coulered sofa. Elvis was visibly desperate, desperate for that girl that no one knew.

"You need to find her, please, man."

Elvis said, whist his hand made it's way up to his chin. Jerry looked worried.

"Are you sure your story is true, you might have been dreaming."

"For fucks sake will ya just find the girl!"

Elvis yelled before he had his head in his hands. He was crazy for the girl.

"Ok, ok, I need to know her name or how she looks."

Jerry said calmly.

"She didn't tell me her fucking name. B-but she had like long brown curly hair, she is very pretty, quite tall and tanned, and uhm, oh yeah, she had really pretty green eyes, her eyes are amazing."

Elvis explained eagerly.

"Ok, me and the boys will go out and look for her. Do you wanna come with?"

Jerry asked.

"Obviously"

Elvis scoffed.

Not long after, they were all in the car, driving around town, looking for the mysterious girl. They drove from street to block, to house, to highway. Still no sign of her. Elvis was growing impatient. He sat in the car, feet tapping on the floor, hands fidgeting, and his breath was heavy. They had driven everywhere, and there was no hope left. The driver pulled back into Graceland. They all stepped out of the car. Elvis didn't say a word. He just walked inside with his head and shoulders down. He walked through the door before kicking off his shoes. He made his way up to his bedroom, completely ignoring that his wife was trying to hug him. He slammed the door shut before slouching on his desk chair. He threw his expensive glasses straight at the wall. He watched them shatter as he grunted.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He yelled as he hit his fist against the desk. His chest moved up and down as he tried to gain his breath back. He leaned back into the chair as the thoughts of the girl came flooding back.

1970- spring- the night of the show-

Elvis was backstage, getting suited up for the show. He wore a white jumpsuit that flared at his calfs. It was studded with real diamonds that shimmering and twinkled. His hair was jet-black and slightly messy, yet it was still sexy. He began to warm himself up when Jerry interrupted him. He held out a small crinkled up letter in front of Elvis.

"What's this?"

Elvis asked as his hands took the letter.

"I don't know, some girl just told me to give it to you."

Jerry said as he looked at Elvis. Elvis opened up the letter. It read:

Hiya,Elvis. It's me, the girl that helped you that one night. Don't ask how I know this, but I know that you miss me, I know that you think of me all the time, even when you're with your wife. You're a nice man and all, but I'm different. I can't be with you, I can't be with anyone. I'm not like other girls, I can do things that no one else can do. So you gotta let it go, you gotta let me go. It's not good to like another woman whilst you're married, Elvis. And my name is Carmen xx.

Elvis just stared at the letter in awe, he needed a moment to take it all in. He looked at Jerry with his beady eyes.

"That girl that gave you this letter, that's the girl that helped me, its her."

Elvis said as his hands began to tremble slightly.

"Where did she go, find her, now."

Elvis instructed Jerry. He instantly obeyed. As Elvis was preparing for the show, Jerry was driving around trying to find the girl, Carmen. He observed every street, hunting her down. After a long search, he returned with no Carmen. It was like a game of cops and robbers, robbers always run away.

Jerry parked his car outside and made his way to Elvis. He walked into the changing room where Elvis stood, singing to warm his vocal cords. Elvis turned to look at Jerry who stood in the doorway.

"So?"

Elvis said as he raised his eyebrows. Jerry sighed before replying.

"She's gone, I couldn't find her. I'm sorry, Elvis."

Elvis's face dropped as his head bowed. He just wafted his hand, signalling that Jerry needed to leave. Elvis just stood there in silence, waiting for his queue to go on stage, as well as thinking about Carmen.

Not long after, Elvis was singing and dancing on the grand stage, in front of thousands of people, women mostly. His hip thrusts and leg movements were toned down, and his singing wasn't powerful. It was like he was drained. He didn't seem to be enjoying his time on stage. All he could think of was Carmen, her emerald eyes, curly hair, and tanned skin. He loved the way that her freckles were individually placed on her nose. He loved that she was tall and slim. He loved everything about her. As his show came to an end, he started to interact with the audience.

"Can I ask for the house lights to be turned on. Now that you've all seen me, I would like to see you."

He said as he forced a pathetic smile on his face. The lights illuminated each and every person who watched him. They were all starstruck by his handsome face, tall figure, dark hair, and his cold blue eyes. He scanned the audience as he told jokes and stories.

"Anyway, I will miss you all till we meet aga-"

He paused as his eyes landed on a familiar person. Her curly hair draped over her shoulders as her green eyes locked with his. It was Carmen. She stood at the back of the audience as if she were hidden away. She wore a short white dress that flowed at her hips. The white belt that rested on her waist was studded with small diamonds. Her pastel eyeshadow and pink lips complimented the pink ribbon in her curly hair. Elvis gulped loudly into the microphone as he looked at her in awe. She just smiled before waving. She looked back to him as she walked into the shadows as she disappeared once again. Elvis stood on stage in silence as he tried to take in what had just happened. He snapped out of his thoughts as he realised that he had just completely froze in front of a live audience. His hand travelled to the back of his neck as he nervously looked at the confused audience.

"Uhm, the shows over. I love you a-all."

He said shortly before rushing off the stage.

Ever since that night, he looked for Carmen everywhere he went. Elvis spent many weeks looking for Carmen. He was always scanning his surroundings just in case she was lurking in the shadows. Elvis was desperate for the girl. He spent many hours walking on fields, roads, and alleyways in hopes of finding her. He had started to lose hope, but he never lost the love that he felt for her.

1970- summertime.

It was a hot summer day, and Elvis was taking a walk along a field. But this time, he wasn't looking for Carmen, he was just trying to look for an escape. An escape from all of the cameras and fans. The field wasn't too far from his home. It was filled with all types of wildlife and different flowers. As he walked on the path, birds sang sweet melodies. He scanned the beautiful flowers. He stopped when he noticed something in the field.It was hard to make out what it was. He walked closer until he was able to see what it was. It was a girl. She seemed to be making daisy chains. Her long brown hair that had small flowers in it flowed down her back and spilled onto the green grass, her tanned skin shining in the sun, and her short pink dress hugged her waist perfectly. She looked beautiful. Elvis would never miss an opportunity to talk to a beautiful girl. He was a married man, but he wasn't happy with his marriage. She heard his footsteps grow closer. She turned around to look at Elvis. Both of their faces dropped as they locked eyes.

"Carmen?"

"Fuck"

She said under her breath as she secretly rolled her eyes.

Elvis looked at her with a smile on his face. She just nodded as she flashed a slight smile.

"I've missed ya so much."

Elvis said.

"I know. But you can't miss me."

She said as her eyes locked with his. Elvis happily sat down next to her. He turned to look at her angelic face. Her freckles were perfectly placed, and her eyes were a bright green. Elvis was in love by just looking at her. Her long curls hugged her back and seeped along her arms. He slowly lifted his hand up so that his fingers would be able to play with her hair.

"But how am I meant to do that when you showed up to my show and you even wrote me a letter."

She let out a sigh before speaking.

"I showed up to your show because I needed to check on you. I needed to see if you were alright. Cause I've ruined your marriage, I know how you argue with your wife because of me."

"Oh, don't worry about my marriage, I just want you. I think I'm falling for ya."

Elvis said as he admired the girl.

"Elvis, you don't know a single thing about me, how are you falling for me?"

She asked as she batted her long eyelashes.

"That's why I wanna get to know you."

He said as his hands continued to intwien with her long curls.

"Elvis, you don't get it. You just don't get it"

She said as she let out a small sigh.

"Don't get what?"

"I have told you that we can't be together, but you've already forgotten even though I just said it."

She said as she looked at the ground.

"Listen, I didn't forget what you said, I just don't wanna listen. I know that we can be toughether, I don't care if you are different."

He said as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

"Elvis, do you realise how silly you sound right now. You want to be with me even though I have only ever spoken to you once before."

She said as she let out a sarcastic giggle.

"How could a man not fall for you. You're beautiful."

Carmen just shook her head as if she was disappointed.

"Can we just have a little chat or something? You can't just leave a man with nothing."

He said. A smile formed on her lips, she couldn't disappoint a man like him.

"Tell me about yourself, I wanna really know you."

"Ok, well. I'm a witch, basically"

She said as she continued to make her daisy chain.

"That's hot."

Elvis said with a slight chuckle.

"It's not funny, it's embarrassing."

She said as she playfully hit him.

"Why is it embarrassing? I think it's cool."

"I have to hide from everyone since they will probably attack me."

"You're safe with me, I ain't gonna let no one attack you."

Elvis said as he held her hand.

"Ok, and how are you gonna protect me?"

She asked whilst giggling.

"You can be my princess, and I will be the Prince. I will keep you by my side, you will always be with me. And if anyone tries anything funny, I'm just gonna have to fight them."

Elvis said before laughter escaped both of their mouths.

Elvis paused for a second as his eyes traced her pretty face and perfect body. He was amazed that a girl could be this beautiful.

"You're a really pretty girl, like really pretty."

Elvis sad as he carresed her cheek.

"Thankyou."

Carmen said as she tried to hide her cheeky smile. She looked down at her daisy chain. She smiled before speaking.

"I wanna give you this."

She said as she held it up proudly.

"What is it?"

Elvis asked.

"A daisy necklace."

"Why are ya giving it to me, are ya.... falling for me."

Elvis asked sarcastically. She rolled her eyes before replying to his silly comment.

"No, it's just you're first person that talks to me. You know, you're kind to me."

She said as her smile began to fade.

"I will always talk to you, I mean, it's the least I could do after you helped me and made me fall for you."

Carmen's smile reappeared, her smile gave light to Elvis's eyes. Elvis took the daisy chain out of her grasp. She happily watched him put it on carefully. Once it was on, he looked into her cartoon eyes.

"Now I have a gift for you."

He said before leaning towards her. Without warning, he planted his soft pink lips on hers. Their tounges danced toughether passionately. Elvis could feel the smirk through Carmen's plump lips. After a few more seconds, he pulled away. He looked at her face just to see a wide smile on her pretty face. There was definitely a spark between them, there was no doubt about it.

"Let's get away from here. We are too close to the city."

Epvis said as he held onto her head.

They both got up and started walking along the greenery. As they walked, she did cartwheels with bare feet. She ran, skipped, and jumped like a child. She was only a teenager, after all. Elvis just chuckled as he watched her be happy and free. They walked until they reached a supermarket. It was far from the city, which meant that he wouldn't have fans all over him. They looked around before they stopped at a sunglasses stall.

"Do you want a pair?

Elvis asked as he pulled out his wallet. Carmen just nodded and pointed at red, heart-shaped sunglasses. Elvis just giggled as he grabbed them and placed a couple of dollar bills on the table. He handed them over to Carmen, who was filled with happiness. She put them on eagerly as she giggled.

"Ya look good."

Elvis said whilst smiling.

"I know, right. They are lovely! Thankyou."

She said as she desperately hugged him. The feeling of his hands wrapped around her body warmed her heart. It was like they were bound to fall in love.

[beatrice1979a]

second take...

WIP Ask Game

In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I had a long post written at 4 am this morning and I deleted by mistake trying to tag someone else. Ok whatever. Let me see if i remember what I wrote

@aidanchaser thank you for the tag. I'm enjoying reading fics mostly. Shadyclaw fics only. Blatant lie.

But anyway... wips... I only have 3 fics so i'll give you some info so no need to send me questions.

Unnamed shadyclaw fic. I may finish it eventually it's only a 3 chapter fic or maybe oneshot. The spoiler is here

My Darling Curse (the only WIP that survived destruction. I wrote it 15 years ago an its missing only 4 chapters and I HATE leaving things undone). Its an old fandom (Ugly Betty) gay fic back before same sex marriage was ruled in NY (mind you, Canada was ok back then but the characters are based in the US). so yeah... struggles were real

Young Getty Love. (Ugly Betty) I'll add this for measure. Because I hate incomplete stuff. and I just read the comments from 15 years ago. And its true. comments make you feel better even if they were posted gazillion years ago. Well... if i finally learn to write teen characters (which i DON'T) I might write a thing or two for MLB. But probably not...

Because right now I am sketching... and long post about drawing and blablabla. and why i dont write etc etc... and that i make tons of grammar errors and never proof my writing and bla bla... I really enjoy reading this fandom better. I am learning compostion, exposure and how to handle dialogue. MLB writers are quite diverse and talented. I love it!

Ok skipping to the part where I tag people. Let me try to remember...

@kuromori4 show me what you are writing, please

@fandomofone seriously. I need to know if you are writing more shadyclaw because I loved your last post.

@coffeebanana I don't think you've done this game. so there you are tagged...I also find it lovely that @fandomofone met me after 15 years in the comment section of one of your fics. One that is NOT a shadyclaw fic. Which I won't admit I read secretly. because EVERYONE knows i only read shadyclaw fics

... ok back on my train of thoughts...

@asukiess I mentioned you. But i think you have posted about it before? not sure.

post ended.

[weirdcat1213]

TRIMAX VOLUME ONE LETS GOOOOOO ....i didnt remember this was just 6 chapters...wow

ANYWAY LETS GO

chap 1:

-youre right IT MUST BE TOLD TIL THE END OF TIMES

-1st act of god you say...huh

-yeah who could believe that...thats insane....jaja

-ERIKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

-ik this was written in the 90s but i still dont like eriks saying that, like wth man lina is right

-hey lina :3 missed you

-....i like the new glasses...

-THAT SHOT REFLECTING VAHS YES THATS NICE LETS GO

-"lina cover your eyes :]" oh :c

-"oh is eriks again" :c

-YEAH GRANNY KILL THEM ALL >:D

-"stop. some legend that is" ow :c

-this is all just so sad cuz he rea;;y wanted to retire but he cant :c hes vash the stampede

-ww laughing at fake vash is the best xd

-YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH >:D

-also thats funny cuz yeah vash COULD shoot you in a matter of seconds but thats not what his name means and i really like that :3

chap 2:

-aw lina :c

-imagine going to the store and finding the silliest/most depressed wet cat in the universe ready for adoption

-GIVE ME THE PONY TAIL STAMPEDE GIVE IT TO ME PLS

-ok but how did you (from the perspective of a stranger) figure that knives was a name? knives comes from knife, so if a random person read "knives" wouldn't they think about the utensil first?????

-vash: how do you know so much about this evil entity that is my brother?

ww: hehe, please

-ily lina theyre talking bs

-YEAH >:D FREE BODY GUARD

-...im not ready for stampede eriks i will evaporate

-OH MY GOD THE HAIR

-BRO SHUT UP OFC SHE SAYS SHE DOESNT HAVE THAT POWER WHEN HE KICKED (i think) A FUCKING BULLET IM SO SAD

-....I WILL EVAPORATE IM TELLING YOU

chap 3:

-YEY MERYLS BDAY :D

-go get your vacation queen ily

-keele i will yeet you into the sun

-im never not going to be so fucking mad at HOW EASY THAT WAS BECAUSE THIS BASTARD MENTIONED MERYL LIKE IK YOU MISS YOUR DEAR FRIEND BUT OMG it just makes me sad

-wolfwood :3

-i like that :3 meryl just cant be an office person anymore when shes discover more of her world and people like vash. even if she almost died a lot of times, those were also the times when she was alive.

-YEAH MILLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

chap 4:

-:c

-ok but that panel with mostly shade is scary

-i also want to lift my whole self with my arm :D (she said even though just walking places makes him tired)

-ok but if he trained like that for 150 years no wonder he's the only pro gunman ever

-i like his face on that panel, he's amazed and proud that one of his siblings survived for that long

-vash knows why is it always like that and he understands it but god he wishes so hard for it to just fucking stop and it breaks my little heart

-hes literally just an anime girl saying "hi-mi-tsu :3" (im so sorry i will never say that again but I'm right)

-he remembers people and names after so many fucking years

-also those children probably have never met him but vash gives so much ragdoll energy that they went with it (ok never mind maybe they did but you get the idea)

-cmon brad :c why are you so mean to him :c

-SHUT UP OMG SHUT UP

-all of this just backs up the SA interpretation and although it hurts my feelings....damn its just good writing. like not knowing what your own body can do and people taking advantage of that...makes me fucking sick (in a good and bad way i truly don't know how to explain it)

-BRAD LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE AHHHHHH >:c WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO HIM

-noooooooooooooooooooooo :c every time someone calls/vash calls himself a monster this user loses 5 years of their life :D

-wolfwood sir your projection will make me want to eat my own arm

-NIGHTOW IM JUST PROCESSING WHAT WW SAID YOU CANT THROW CUTE LITTLE FACES AT ME SIR PLS NOOOO

-"run away run away ">:b" i love him so much

chap 5:

-the chapters cant keep starting with flashbacks I'm gonna start WEEPING

-is geranium tea a thing? maybe vash would like geranium tea

-how dare you, my vash the stampede would never side with the cops, he's acab i know that in my heart

-THAT ONE PANEL MY BELOVED (the onle about looking without his eyes)

-hes so fucking done

-yey conflict time :3 boi oh boi

chap 6:

-oh the title placement on this one :3

-i dont think he will (or that he is) fine after all of this but sure

-such a loud chapter and vash is so quiet

-and again, there all judging, expecting to see what will vash do

-"what do you know about my pain" brb I'm gonna EAT SOME GLASS REAL QUICK

-...

-its like....its like why, why make me suffer like this. its not even heavy stuff its just that everything hurts. his impulse and desire to help everyone, his reason why, how others see him while he tries and sometimes win while other times fails. it all hurts in a weird way.

-...legato why are you inside a fridge (i kinda forgot lol)

WHAT A VOLUME i need to lay down

[forestshadow-wolf]

I.S.B.T.P.K.F.T.S moments (chapter 3)

fic link written by @tavtarnish. this is gonna be a long one so buckle up beeches (affectionately) or don't, I can't tell you what to do.

Ok I missed one (1) very important thing from last chapter. Ghost touching him/his hair

~ like COME ON, soap, my boy, suds, shampoo... you are so oblivious to ghost's pining. WHO else does that man touch?! Hmm? I'll wait... no I won't, because it's NOBODY! And here he is with his grubby (affectionate) little fingers in YOUR hair. And you're so BLIND to it. Like !!!!! Please !!!!

Anyway thank you for coming to my tedtalk. I'm so normal about them as you can see.. no I'm not. I'm so down bad for them being down bad for eachother. It's not even funny

chapter 2 chapter 3

"Soap never claimed he was a saint"

~ there's so much in the first paragraph but this stood out way too much for me to not mention it first. like of course he isn't a saint, nobody is... but the way it's said. it's a completely factual statement, nothing emotional about it. it's then followed by "nor did he pretend to be one." which is simply another factual statement. just words, but then again it's not exactly rare that facts can hurt more than some lies. /but/ on the flip side if you took those words and gave them to someone, "soap, you were never a saint." well those words are emotional. they're meant to hurt, meant to strike a nerve. and then you take that second half and make it a response, "and I never claimed to be one." then that turns into a deflection. like jerking your arm when you hit your funny-bone. a sort of desperate attempt to fix...something. maybe that's why it stands out to me. because it hurts but... i don't think he meant for it to hurt him. maybe it was just a fact but then the hurt kinda came as an afterthought like, 'oh that made me feel kind of not good slightly and idk why'

~ yes I'm giving this point two parts. because i have two thoughts on it that kind of connect but only vaugely. this is also the RSD, and again logically of course he isn't. I think it also does or could lead in 2 different directions. 1) of course he isn't, so why even try to be. right? or 2) well yeah maybe he isn't, but maybe he could have tried harder to be like one or a little less unsaintly. i need to emphasize that these two points can coexist at the same time (tbh im like 70% sure this would be a form of executive dysfunction. where you know that you can/should do something, but you can't make yourself) im also swinging back to those self-esteem issues, because those go hand in hand. like even just the comparison in it of itself. a saint, a holy figure, compared to a 'selfish' military man. there is no comparison if you are weighing guilt. it's a stone vs a feather, the feather is by nature lighter than the stone. and it'd take a lot more feathers to make one kg (I kinda wish america would just switch to metric) than it would stones. anyway im 100% sure I read too far into this

Soaps want (need) to be near ghost almost constantly

~ i honestly don't know why this happens but anytime I become really attached to someone I just want to touch them. not in a weird way, just gotta make that clear. but more like slinging an arm across their shoulders, or using them as a foot/head rest, or playing footsies. im very aware that this often can read as flirtations but thoes really aren't my intentions. I feel like this is the same way for soap. I know that their relationship is romantic but I feel like this definitely is not soap flirting or anthing like that. I think this is just soaps brain being like 'yes this is a good person, must touch, be close'.

soap's subsequent need to be far away from ghost right now

~ it's so damaging to himself that it reached through he screen and punched me in the face. placing price and/or gaz between him and ghost? ugh that hurts. and then on top of that he feels like it's selfish? like baby no. please be nice to yourself, ghost cares about you. he cares about /you/ not Sergent Mactavish.

him just wanting that feeling to stop

~ that tightness in his chest that he feels, almost like shame or disgust at himself. the way that it squeezes tighter whenever he sees ghost. and the way that he gaslights himself into thinking that pulling away will make that feeling go away, even tho he knows it won't.

~ adding this as a separate thing under the same point bc idk how to label it. metaphors and emotions don't mix with logic and physics. because they're not tangable. they're harder to grasp, harder to understand. they're slippery, and hard to explain. and somehow you just know that you can't fix them the same way you fix a broken vase. how usually the most logical way to fix and heal them is not glue, or gold, or tape, or anything else like that. you can't just stick them together and hope that it fixes itself. you can't even simply scrap them and get another. sometimes the best way to fix them is to not do anything at all. and sometimes it's to run away. and sometimes you can't fix them. and maybe this was poorly explained but the point is: logic and emotions are opposites, you cannot fix one the same way you do another. maybe that's why Soap is running away 'pulling the knot tighter' hoping that it'll unravel itself.

HE SAID IT!!!!! HE SAID THE THING!! HFJDHFJDKSJ

~ "god forbid he disappointed his superior" he said thought that. he's acknowledging the RSD without even realizing it. and he doen't even knwo why. he wonders what changed, where his opposition for authority went. where that idgaf attitude went. it didn't go anywhere. it's that this time it's Ghost. not any other lieutenant, it's /GHOST/. and it matters because ghost is important. ghost matters to him. he cares about ghost. about what ghost thinks.

can we just talk about this man punching an MP officer for a second?

~ like the SoapGhost shipper in me wants to think that it was because the officer was talking smack about Ghost (logically that I know that it isn't true in canon or this fic, but still, I can dream right?). a part of me thinks it'd be funny if the officer was insulting his (fabulous) hair, even though I don't really think it fits his character. a very hopeful part of my brain says he did it because the officer was saying something sexist or racist or homophobic or something of that nature. because I fully believe that he would have a reaction like that to that kind of situation.

~ also just casually locking said MP officer in his own car?? first of all, I guess what else would you do in that situation. second of all, i just know he had such an adrenaline rush from that, i'd pay to see a video of that. him maybe with a bunch of buddies, all running from the scene of the crime, the camera angle is shaky and bouncing up and down cus the camera-man/woman/person is running away too.

the way he's acutely aware of the fact that he's treating Ghost differently

~ back to the sads now. his relationship with ghost is unique to anything else he has with anyone else. he's so finely attuned to ghost himself, it's crazy, INSANE even. I just know that he /loves/ his dynamic with the man. and yet it makes it /that/ much harder for him to act 'normal' around him.

~ also the way he is vehemently denying his feelings for Ghost. and when i say denying I don't mean the kinda "no I'm not interested in my superior, bla bla bla". I mean the kind where he knows and accepts his feelings, but at the same time won't allow himself to feel those feelings.

soap doing the bare minimum of not overworking himself, and ghost watching him

~ that burning urge need to do something, anything that keeps his mind occupied. the way he has to find a proper balance between pushing himself, and not getting sat on his ass in medical. i can feel in my bones that he feels like what he is allowed to is not enough, that's why he goes back to that nervous tic of scratching at his fingers. you could argue he could do something like paperwork or whatever (what do military people do? idk) but it's just... different. it /has/ to be physical work.

~ the way ghost is so worried about him, is watching him. but the way it feels like he's being scrutinized. like he thinks ghost thinks he's incapable of his job. the way he just wants ghost to stop looking at him. the way it sparks an irrational rage in soap, even though he know he shouldn't have any reason for the irritation. (hint hint im like 99.9% sure that this means he's irritated with himself... if my own experiance is anything like this)

it was. it was at himself...

~ the feelings of inadequacy. that's all I have to say. and the anger at himself. all those things he did wrong...

the way he has to rationalize with himself

~ he definitely feels like a PoS. he is not, let's just make that clear (yes I refer to myself in the plural... im actually just several rats). logically he knows that he is a fantastic soldier, but everybody has those days where you just don't feel like it. where you have to force yourself out of that mentality with cold hard facts, to ease your mind.

AGAIN WITH THE REFUSAL TO BANTER

~ yes im making a big deal of this. because its basically the foundation of their relationship. so to see that not happening, is like watching the house from disney's encanto start to show cracks and not be fixed. JEBUS CRIMMNEY SHAMPOO!! YOUR BOYFEE IS NOT MAD AT YOU!!!

the way ghost interacts with soap, and also the hurt

~ the way ghost pulls his hands apart, to stop him from scratching his hands raw. the way he's so gentle with soap makes me just wanna gahjhafgrryhujnfhg. and the uncomfortable silence bc soap doesn't know how to act around ghost anymore. and then the way ghost checks up on him? because he cares about him. but- but- but the way soap hears ghost use his rank instead of his name. it's so normal and yet it still hurt for some reason. and i think it's because he was more or less prepared for himself to change or act different. but he wasn't prepared for ghost to change how he acts around soap (even though he wasn't /really/ acting differently, it just felt like it). and i think maybe soap wasn't fully prepared for the consequences of how changing himself would also make ghost react differently. idk if i worded that in a confusing way, but i don't know how else to say it.

~ the way he knows in a logical sense that ghost wasn't treating him any differently. he's able to push the hurt down, to compartmentalize it.

the way his responses are short and clipped

~ he's trying to get away from the conversation, away from ghost, as fast as he can. the way he clams up, giving only 1-2 word answers.

the way ghost makes an effort to keep conversation with him

~ soap obviously thrives on social interaction, especially with ghost. and now he's all of the sudden just refusing to speak to him? suspicious...

the way he also hates how ghost calls him johnny

~ like he can't decide weather he wants ghost to treat him the same or not. because it just makes it so much harder for him to control himself. because now ghost obviously isn't mad at him, and that makes it /so/ hard for him to be different. if ghost was mad at him, then that gives him a very obvious motivation to change.

using his injury as an excuse for acting different

~ he knows that they are both very aware of the fact that it was a shit excuse. he feels guilty lying to ghost and it just- ugh- gfujadhskuhagfh

the way he doesn't really remember what happened but ghost clearly does

~ ghost was/is so worried about him. but because he's so emotionally repressed (relatable) it comes off as anger or some other negative emotion (attitude?). it especially does with soap's current mindset, which only makes it worse.

soap getting lost in ghost's eyes

~ because even if he's supposed to be sergent mactavish, that doesn't mean he isn't still johnny or john 'soap' mactavish. which means he's still got thoes feelings for ghost, and he can indulge himself for a moment.

the last paragraph (idk how to describe it accurately)

~ the way the entire situation has him confused, at ghost's actions towards him, how he's supposed to be around price and gaz vs ghost. and the frustration at himself to just act how he wants to, and to feel how he's supposed to. and ghost's refusal to tell him anything about what happened, and why ghost won't just act like a lieutenant towards him. and how he can't manage to act right no matter who he's with.

sorry if this last bit feels rushed, this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for... *checks notes* THREE WEEKS?!? oops... well it's here now :]

[jemwolf]

Hi. To the anon that just sent me that ask (and no I'm not replying to the ask directly 'cause people don't need to be subjected to it) but this is also just to clarify some things for anyone else who may have similar ideas about me or my characters.

First: Sev and Jai are not the same character. At one point in time, Sev was an AU of Jai but became her own character really quick, though they do still look very similar because of that. To clarify, Jai is a fursona, Sev is just an OC. She is not a sona or a self-insert at this point as her original concept has strayed so far that she is now her own character entirely.

Second: Sev's story is about recovery and finding humanity where many may not. It is not about Sev "being treated like a dog". That's literally the opposite of what her arc is all about. I'm writing it as a way to give the Elrics a sort of do-over to help someone the way they weren't able to help Nina. It is in no way intended to be a 'kink' literally what the heck.

Edit: Adding onto that, even if Sev was a self-insert, I still don't think there would be anything wrong with that. Like I said, her whole thing is literally about not being treated like an animal anymore. Like. Calling her a "self-insert kink so you can be treated like a dog" just proves to me that you haven't read her story at all lol. Sev's story is literally her healing from abuse, not me having a kink. Congrats! You missed the point entirely! Went right over your head!

Third: I have no intention whatsoever to ship Sev in any way, shape, or form with any characters, canon or otherwise. For one, I am aroace and have no interest at all in that, and two, it would be kinda bad/problematic, given the circumstances. Also, it's not super important, I suppose, given what I just said above, but Sev is a child as well. I've never given her exact age here, but outside of a specific AU, Sev is in her young teens and the story takes place post-series, when Ed and Al are adults so. Yeah.

That aside, do you think it's okay to wish someone to be sexually assaulted? Do you think that's a normal thing to tell someone just because you don't like what they do? It's ok if you don't like my character or my story, but please don't accuse me of being something I'm not or wish that kind of harm upon me or anyone else for that matter. It makes you no better than whatever you're trying to project me as.

Still, I hope you're doing okay, anon. Life has got to be pretty miserable if you have this much hate to spew. I think you need to go spend some time outside and find the beauty in the world instead of focusing so much vitriol onto someone on the internet that you don't even know. Maybe you'll be a better person if you focus your efforts outwards in a positive way and help your community and see a change around you rather than seething in your internet angst or whatever.

Here's a picture of my dog for your time.

Be a better person, okay?

[reasoncourt]

kenstewy 🙏🏻

KENSTEW <3 had to think about this one for a sec cause i don't have any solid hcs for kenstew outside of what goes on in the show. like i can see them as exes but i can also see them as two people who have never gotten the timing right and so they're still stuck as each other's biggest what-if. or i can see them having secret sex the whole time. who knows. so here's what i've come up with - it can sort of be read either way - exes, off-screen lovers, or a what-if

first is cursed by king princess. BIG stewy @ ken vibes. "Oh, you look the same. did you stop smoking weed? or trying to please your dad? he's not thinking about your pain. oh, it had to end. but endings lead to better things, like feeling again". like yeah, kendall, "it's a curse to be your friend, yeah and it's a curse to be alone (you left me out here in the rain), i miss you more the more i grow (i love you so you cause me pain)". i see this as stewy watching kendall go through the same cycle and as he grows outside of college, he watches kendall keep struggling. it's a curse to be ken's friend because maybe stewy wants more but it's also a curse to be ken's friend in the sense that it's a curse to love someone who keeps hurting themselves.

second is how to get out of love by alice phoebe lou. ok SO this is inspired by my favourite kenstew scene. the dad's plan was better scene, my beloved. it seems like stewy knows better than to trust kendall. like he's watched kendall and logan's dynamic enough to know that ken goes back to his dad time and time again. and the thing with that sort of cycle of abuse is you inevitably pull your loved ones into it as well because they love you. so idk i think of this song as like a plea for the person you love to somehow say something or do something that makes you walk away because you won't do it on your own. "i'll even walk you to the door but please tell me what you really think, what you really think, i think i need your words to feel like daggers in this love for only then could i give up the hope in my heart. for each time that i try to put out my hope, a little flame lingers and i'm back on your door"

third song is damn by ada lea. this song to me is, again, about someone realising the party isn't fun anymore and maybe they can't save someone from themselves. "a good friend is a good friend, no doubt but sometimes a good friend ain't enough to grab ya and pull you out."

[quotidian-oblivion]

Which of your Fics

Aaaaaaand another tag game which I found while binging through the writer tag game tag!

Which fic did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?

The most recent one - Greet Me With Open Arms cuz it was a requests fic where I asked people to give me dialogue prompts to use in a single fic. But then again, I posted it just yesterday. I'm just really excited about it and wanna know what people (especially those who put their dialogue prompts requests) think of it.

Which fic got a better reaction than you expected?

The Boy In The Cell, quite honestly. Cuz I thought people would ignore it due to how self-indulgent it was, but so many liked it! Thanks, you guys ^^

Which fic is your funniest?

Based on the comments, Phone Alarms. Quite proud of that one ^.^

Is your darkest/angstiest?

Ahh. Either The Boy In The Cell or There’s So Much Hurt (you can already tell by the title XD) These two cuz they cover darker topics like abuse and stuff. But if you count all the fics including the wips, then definitely this one wip i'm working on which is... pretty b a d. I mean, not the plot, the plot and characters and stuff is awesome! But in terms of rating the angst, its like- up there.

Is your absolute favourite?

Ahh. It depends on my mood, really. Sometimes I say My School’s Local Mafia Boss, sometimes Sometimes You Have To Find Your Own Genes, sometimes a couple of my wips (cuz fbhic i love the plots i've created for them like- bhfvifubhu). But right now? I'm saying I Feel More Than A Simple "Miss You" just cuz I put so much care into it, more than any other oneshot I've ever written.

Is your least favourite?

A Day In The Life Of Tim Drake. No hesitation. It's my first fic. Ok- sometimes, i am proud of it. But most times, nah. Cuz I wrote this on a whim bc i didnt like the thought of having an empty ao3 account and i did not think i would be actually writing fanfiction regularly. But here i am!

Which was the easiest to write?

I... don't know? I wouldn't be writing fanfic, or writing at all period. So I'm gonna say all of them.

The hardest?

As i said, I wouldn't be writing at all if it was hard so i'm gonna say non- NO. WAIT. THERE IS TWO.

Murder On The Stalker’s Turf and I Can See You. Cuz these were casefics and i was writing these while trying to get back into the flow of writing after a particularly hard and taxing writer's block.

Which fic has your favourite line/paragraph?

AHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY THIS QUESTION? DFHIUBF I'M SO INDECISIVE

OK. OK. SO I NARROWED IT DOWN TO THREE:

There’s So Much Hurt (both of them)

“You’re my son, Jason,” Bruce carried on. “Do you think that when you brought Tim over and started calling him your little brother, I wouldn’t start mentioning him as my son too?”

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Alfred tightened the bandages that had loosened and continued wrapping. At some point, Tim whimpered loudly in pain and squeezed Dick's hand so hard that both their knuckles went white. Jason swept a strand sticking into his baby brother's eye. "I know. I know it hurts, Timbit. I'm sorry." "Jason," the little bird said weakly. "Ouch." Jason smiled smally. "Yeah, bud. Major ouch."

Let Them Be Siblings

Steph blinked twice again. Then she rubbed her eyes tiredly and muttered, "Lord, please bless me some fucks to deal with this bullshit."

which fic have you re-read the most?

My School’s Local Mafia Boss No hesitation. One, to refer back to it while writing the series. Two, cuz I write fics for me first and foremost and so i very much love this fic and reread it quite a lot. Three, i cant believe how much attention its getting! why- ohh that's why, yep. And four, I'm feeling nostalgic and I want to visit the place where I made most of my current friends.

Which one would i recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?

Phone Alarms ig? Cuz it's really chill and cracky and I'm really proud of it. But if we're including wips, then I would rec the Bruce Wayne Writes Fanfic AU first XD

the one you’re most proud of?

Isn't this sort of similar to the favorite one? At least it is to me. Still keeping this question if other people wanna do this question.

No pressure tags: @uncertainwallflower @sardonic-sprite @tristicorde @wakkoroni @blightwritesfic @pevensiechase @ah0yh0y @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego + anyone else who wants to join

[oh-no-its-bird]

Yes <3

But also probably not. The? Worst.

One of the worst for sure, but at least he won't huuurt him? On purpose, anyways. There's no value in it, there's arguably negative value in it actually, considering he already has his full trust and no reason to experiment on him

I can only see him possibly directly harming Kakashi for two reasons:

- Orochimaru wants to figure out how the jutsu turned Kakashi younger, possibly for his own immortality quest (but to avoid this Im just gonna say he then decides not to bc the memory erasing instantly cancels out any usefulness to him. What's the point of staying young forever if you can't remember shit ab your future self? That's not what he wants)

He'll probably still poke and prod him out of curiosity but like there's no dissection happening. And it's SO much nicer and easier to have a happily compliant to some blood tests kid Kakashi than a Kakashi who's been drugged up and injured trying to fight back to those same simple blood tests

- Or Orochimaru, in his admittedly at times VERY unstable mental state lashing out without care or real thought of consequences

VERY possible but also playing into the specific dynamic I'm picturing between them, Orochimaru would try very hard to avoid this not just because of the logical "this kid likes and trusts me and making him not will make everything SO much harder when rn it's stupidly easy" but also bc Orochimaru is kind of going through some subtle nostalgia on his end

The subtle nostalgia of a kid he used to babysit, who was the child of a friend of his friend (one of the very few friends that Orochimaru never had to face after he betrayed Konoha, and so a friend that lives on in memory as loyal and good to him) + the amusement of just. A tiny kid Kakashi being a total menace but trusting him implicitly while still feeling comfortable enough to sometimes talk back.

That's an actual child just. Comfortably existing around Orochimaru. He lets Orochimaru, the dreaded snake sanin, known for having a killing intent that can paralize just about anyone, pick him up and drag him around like a purse dog. Do you know how incredibly funny that is to Oro? Bc it's fucking hilarious actually, and he's getting a kick out of using this to fuck with people somehow

But yeah Orochimaru is unstable and shady as FUCK but he has multiple motivations, both logical and emotional (though he probably won't admit the emotional even to himself) to not harm Kakashi. So Kakashi will probably be fine— to an extent anyways

Also Kakashi's presence is also totally helping distract Orochimaru from that whole "going off the deep end" thing. He's like a therapy dog! A really deadly, confused therapy dog who misses his father and will bite anyone who touches him if their name isn't Orochimaru or Tsunade

(Somewhere, someone is sending Tsunade a VERY rushed and desperate letter that they pretty please need her back ASAP this isn't a joke and it's not ab the Hokage thing I promise just PLEASE come back)

(Tsunade is throwing it into the fire without reading it.)

Ok so rewinding a bit to when Kakashi first gets de-aged. He's confused and scared and the Hokage, not wanting to confuse and fighter him more, decides yk what? No one tell him his dad is dead. We aren't doing that.

This is arguably a good choice tbh, like, yeah. Don't tell the emotional 5 year old alarmingly talented shinobi kid who's was on track to graduate to chunin next fucking year that his dad's dead. It won't result in anything good.

Instead, Sarutobi tells him that his dad is out on a super special top secret mission rn, very last minute, very important. Also: very plausible!

Everyone gives themselves a pat on the back and Kakashi calms down a bit and they now try to figure out where to put him (they can't put him back in his clan compound or he'll automatically know snthns wrong)

Thinking they pass him off to Gai maybe?

Anyways: Oro gets him and then learns that they didn't actually tell him about his dad.

So of course he'll be kind enough to fix that <3

All that is to say, Orochimaru tells Kakashi about the suicide of his father and frames it as being the villages fault. The village killed your poor father, don't you know? Just because they decided he wasn't good enough for them... so sad, so sad.

And Oro, sensing a new big fish to chase and political plot to play with, having already been discarded by Akatsuki and Konoha, deciding yk what? New game actually :)

And he goes ahead and draws the connection between Sakumo's death bc of the village to the Uchiha's death to the village.

And Sasuke uhhh. Demands to know what the actual fuck he's talking about.

Oro shrugs, makes some implications, doesn't say he knows for a FACT Itachi was blackmailed into it, but yk... he always thought things didn't really add up... and it'd be SO like Danzo and his own sensei to pull that sort of thing 💅

Sasuke is having the worst time of his life thanks

Kakashi is also imprinting on Sasuke HARD. Especially after the reveal of his father's death and orochimaru's careful steering to make him identify with Sasuke (and vice versa, Sasuke with Kakashi)

Sasuke no longer needing Orochimaru for that whole "get strong enough to kill my brother" thing is now made to linger in sound due to a mix of being attached to Kakashi (while knowing he won't be able to get him to leave Orochimaru without a lot of groundwork) + maybe lingering plots for whatever Orochimaru has in store? Like, Oro can feed him a revenge plan on Konoha or whatever, and he sticks around for that

Idk but Sasuke is going through it

Kakashi meanwhile, projecting a lot and also absoloutley going through it, is stalking Sasuke through the halls of Sound. He's his little shadow and Sasuke can not get rid of him no matter how hard he tries— it's kind of impressive

Sasuke teaching Kakashi to do chidori again,,

OH ALSO Orochimaru totally also just. Told Kakashi ab the truth of him being de aged. Probably conveniently left out a few details, but Oro is going the route of "I haven't done anything bad to him as an adult and suffer no losses by telling him the truth, but it might bite me in the ass if I lie to him (especially after weaponizing the fact that the Hokage lied) so I'll just tell him the truth of it"

Highly effective! Kakashi is now even more trustful of him!

I want a bit where Orochimaru goes to give a curse mark to Kakashi, just like Sasuke's. And Kakashi, trusting him, just kinda sits and waits patiently for him to do it. But as Orochimaru leans in to do just that, he stops. And he hesitates.

And us, the audience, know he's thinking about Sakumo. About a dead man he once called a friend.

And he pulls back and pats Kakashi on the head and says that you know what? Actually, he has a different idea.

Anyways, Orochimaru giving Kakashi a fake curse mark, for appearances sake. Can't let people know he might really be going soft! Or,, whatever happening there. It's a really complicated topic actually and he's still kind of visibly, violently swinging between moods of insanity

If I were to write this fr, I think it'd be fun to leave that scene intentionally vague. The audience gets to see the lead up of Orochimaru leaning in to give a willing Kakashi a curse mark, then the aftermath of Sasuke losing his shit over it.

But then chapters later, when Kakashi had presumably left the caves of Sound w Sasuke, Karin is poking at his curse mark and reveals that it's a dud.

Just like really bring up those fun complex morally grey themes and "did Orochimaru,, actually care? Is he even capable of that?"

(Sasuke and basically everyone else except maybe Kabuto has been convinced Orochimaru was purley playing pretend w Kakashi)

It doesn't like redeem him or anything, but it just adds that complex spin of like, he's still a person. An awful, deeply disturbed person, but still a person. We all are. And also Kakashi can continue to have his own really weird trust in Oro bc he truly never hurt him. But that unfortunatley doesn't make him good, it just makes Kakashi an outlier.

I'm honestly just having fun thinking about balancing Orochimaru as he nears / exists in the heights of his insanity at this point of naruto, with the objectively good parent we see in Boruto. And just how being around a child he's fond of, who's the child of one of the only men he's ever been able to call a true friend, might affect / bring out those sides of his.

Awful awful man, I'm so fascinated by him. I want to put him in a blender and see what color smoothie would come out

Meanwhile also, Kakashi is somehow managing to advance at an even faster rate than he did the first time. Its probably the fact he's being trained directly by the fucking snake sanin at peak strength + Sasuke being able to teach him chidori + the motivation of "the village killed my father" Oro gave him

In sound, he has nothing to do but train and learn and stalk people. And he's surrounded by workaholics with their own mountains of issues who don't give a shit enough to tell him to calm tf down

Oooooh ok hear me out, Orochimaru kinda seeing a bit of his own past self in Kakashi and taking on this personal project of like— ok well I fucked up my own body SO bad I locked myself out of so much. I kinda wanna see what would happen if I trained this prodigy child in these specific ways that I as an adult regretted not training with when younger

Sasuke, in finding out Orochimaru wanted to steal his body, figures he was training Kakashi as a backup, and confronts Orochimaru ab it

Orochimaru: (actually didn't even consider that and was doing this just for fun)

Orochimaru:

Orochimaru:

Orochimaru: yes. That's why I'm doing this. Oh no you figured out my master plan.

Orochimaru: fuck, why WASNT I planning on doing that??

Orochimaru then has to have a crisis about like. Ok so I legally, logically do have to consider doing that now. Like. Why am I not planning on doing that??

Shit I don't think I want to. But why wouldn't I want to??? Fuck.

Wait no it's because he's a child. I don't want to have a child body it'd totally throw off my style. Yeah. The youngest I can pull off is pre teen and I don't have time to wait for him to reach that age. That's exactly why. For sure.

(He's just allergic to admitting he might actually care and that Kakashi activates the saner parts of his brain that likes having people who genuinley like him around)

Anyways.

Kid Kakashi doesn't have Obito's eye, right? So hesr me out: when he got de aged, Obito automatically got his eye back.

And uhh. Didn't react well to it, actually. One might even be so bold as to say he reacted really, really badly to it.

So Obito REALLY wants kid Kakashi. Like. Really, really wants him. He is in fact breaking into sound and trying to lure him closer with candy (it's not working.)

Obito is incredibly fucking torn between like, hey so Kakashi didn't mean to lose the eye.

(Not just lose it but give it back. A somehow even worse insult. The eye not just discarded but fucking rejected, returned to sender, forgotten.)

Obito doesn't let Zetsu know he got his eye back (Zetsu would probably want him to keep it)

And then he decides yk what? This is fine.

He'll just have to give the eye back to Kakashi himself :)

Cue impromptu kidnapping and eye surgery!!

Ahaha don't worry Bakashi, Obito will make sure it looks just like the original! And he's so nice as to also make sure it goes quick and painless <3

Kakashi gets dumped back into sound with a new eye and no one takes it well.

Orochimaru, who just established/justified to himself why he can't body snatch Kakashi, now staring at the boy where he's now outfitted with the exact reason why he was gonna body snatch Sasuke, knowing he no longer has any excuses: Fuck.

I think Orochimaru should continue to get more unstable but like. Be hyper aware of it and also have moments of clarity where he knows he now has Kakashi, who he doesn't want to hurt. And so he kinda orchastrates/pushes Sasuke into either running off w Kakashi (+team Taka) to go find Itachi or into killing him (possibly bc with that clarity of "I don't want to hurt Kakashi" also comes the realization of how disgustingly low he's fallen from the figure of power and knowledge and arguable sanity he once was)

Whenever Kabuto revives Orochimaru or however the fuck that went (I dont actually know how he comes back later) Kakashi ends up helping, pass it on

Uhhh final notes:

Itachi sees baby Kakashi with his little brother who now also knows the truth of what happened bc Orochimaru told him and has a stroke

Karin (and later Orochimaru) help cure/stabilize him of his whatever disease

Whether Kakashi gets aged up again or not idk but he does get to go on lots of team Taka adventures, and Karin uses her insane chakra pool and healing to help him adjust to the eye way better than he did the first time

+ Sasuke goes even more insane ab projecting with the forcefully given eye (maybe Itachi can try to forcefully swap eyes w him too?? Would be on brand for Itachi 'dumb-fuck ideas' Uchiha)

Kakashi's presence somehow prevents Orochimaru from killing Hiruzen, meaning Tsunade is still out in the wild somewhere— where Team Taka accidentally run into her and maybe get her to join them? Or smthn idk but she recognizes Kakashi and loses her mind, bc she was also one of his old babysitters with Orochimaru

When they inevitably interact with / go back to Konoha, Gai is put on Kakashi catching duty

Yay ok post over that's it thanks for reading bye

Fic where Kakashi gets de-aged to like, under 5. Real, proper emotions and intuition over all logic child age, not even training under Minato yet so no hang ups or super deep character attachments other than just to his dad

And he doesn't recognize anyone— the best you'll get out of him is mistaking Gai for Might Dai. And he keeps asking for his dad.

Then they fucking lose him and through some convoluted roll of the dice, he winds up running into Orochimaru

But the thing is that Orochimaru used to be a friend of his father's. And he's aged really well and he's just very recognizable in general. So suddenly u have little Kakashi gripping onto the hem of his robes bc this is the only guy he knows he can trust. It's Tou-sans work friend!! Not any of these weirdo strangers who keep acting way too familiar (and overly invested in seeing his face under the mask, that means you Naruto)

Orochimaru loves this turn of events, what a fuckin chess piece!! Sorry Konoha, if u want ur baby genius back you'll have to pay the big bucks 💅

Same to you, Akatsuki guy who's weirdly invested in all of this (Obito)

Orochimaru doesn't even treat him that bad too, like he's definitley not a good guardian or anything, but he's not,,, bad? He has no reason to treat Kakashi badly or experiment on him, and he did once consider Sakumo a friend so there's some nostalgic fondness wrapped up in it all

Kakashi is legit living his best life out in the caves of sound, and hey, if he accidentally distracts and helps trick Orochimaru into being slightly less worse than canon, everyone wins, right?

[psych---ologically-deranged]

psych 2x15 Black & Tan, a crime of Fashion. I thought this was way later in the series, it was one of the earlier episodes I'd seen. SF, CH, KK, JRr, DH

I might be able to tell their voices apart this time

nope nvm it has been nearly two months.

kelly is using her husband's name now! <3 Good for her

*asked permission to not have the flashback* *denied* *extended part where shawn gives himself a mustache*

Something sexy & edgy & sleek

Gus not working on his birthday & the complications that ensue when a case pops up

DH: I enjoyed shooting this scene because it was right around the corner from my apartment (I love the "I'm Black, he's Tan" it's so good.)

JRr: Dule Hill's finest hour

"Cheeta" SF's bro knew the names of ALL the laker girls & that was the inspo for Gus knowing the Gooey Girl's name.

SF: How do you know if someone is bulimic? Me: ... Mom don't read this post. *listing off symptoms in my head* SF: The two fingers are chafed but it looks like she dipped them in acid or red paint.

My man was named after a german tennis player. & then he died.

"The names caused a stir in this episode with the network." "American duos had, like, five, but this has eighteen." "I sent them a document with 30 REAL supermodel names, all of which were multisyllabic & weird, & they were like 'yeaaaaaah....',"

Foot model XD ok Gus. & ankle & hand

It's Gus's birthday hence he's not working tonight. *counting down until midnight.*

Why does Shawn think his dad is asleep at 8pm? Wait nvm he fishes early in the morning.

*Chief opens the door* SS: I didn't see anything SF: & then for one moment it gets just a little weirder

Purple shirt

HS: Come on hawn you have an opinion on everything (Funny how it comes off as "I hate you" even while he's asking him for help)

*leave the gate open* *Gus calling himself cinderella*

Pancakes in a diner at 11 at niht? BG: Woah! Six five! Commenters burst out laughing bc Shawn isn't even doing anything

"Every promotional clip of this show should have this" *Gus & Shawn doing the arrow dance thing

The sneeze was so cute

JRr wrote "I'd rather shower with a bear"

"Look at my jaw!" KV: I've seen enough, you're hired.

YES PLEASE BRING THAT CHARACTER BACK! The show's over, nothing I can do now

Heck yeah amanda detner

a thousand dollars over budget & all in wardrobe

... "I got the window" Kelly left it in for once

Sigrand O'o, who he went to college with. Sorry, Gus would kill me if I said that. Let me fix it: with whom he went to college.

Gus is legit hella strong. I love him. *immediately tends to him* (gay) That pillow fight is JRr sticking to his guns; everybody tried to take it out but JRr du his heels in & got ONE shot.

So much debate on what the song for the slow-mo should have been. *winds down* Dad?

"Why was Henry out in an alley knowing where Shawn would be?" There was an earlier version where Henry heard they were going to a bar, but "I was a detective" was fine.

I MISSED THAT; GUS THROWING THE MODEL OUT OF THE WAY, AGAIN HE'S SO SO STRONG

SS: I'm proud of the fact that I've never been in therapy That's true, he didn't even call the crisis line, he made Gus do it. Related fact: his mom was a psychologist. He probably should be in therapy though.

JRr directed this scene! Good for him.

SF: It's taken Gus about 3 minutes to turn into an incipient horror

Heck yeah aotearoa, this kiwi stuff is so funny but so subtle.

Still shocked that they kept "don't be surprised if your pillow smells faintly of my butt" made it through the censor

Soo funny how the models wake up looking ready for the runway & Shawn is there looking like a normal guy (still a pretty actor tho ofc)

She's a vampire? Where did that come from?

*walking by saying horrible things to the head*

The fashion funeral was a great set piece. "You can't dance at a funeral, Shawn"

"Props to my dear friend amanda for letting herself look like this" *weird model fashion*

She died with her eyes WIDE open but it was cut

Gus with NO PANTS ON but still his SHOES

"That's a painting of Bruce Jenner as a fish''

Star filter & the three of them like *eyes emoji*

Ghandi as a fish

Dead, not dead, & this is how the show got around it.

The point of it, besides Gus's birthday, was to see if they could write a show where there was nobody to cuff in the end.