#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

[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. 

[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.

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[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

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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.

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[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.

—

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.”

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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

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

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..

[carlossainzwho]

get him back!

carlos sainz x ex!reader

warnings: not proof-read and swearing

part one | part two | part three | part four below!

now, y/n doesn't care about him anymore

i met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring, he argued with me about everything, he had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye, he said he's six-foot-two and I'm like: dude, nice try!

she met him in summer, sun shining

left him in the spring, rain pouring

he wouldn't shut his mouth

about all the other girls he could have

such a big red flag,

lied about his height

and a lot more stuff than y/n liked

but in the end

who gives a shit?

but he was so much fun and he had such weird friends and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end another song, another club, another bar, another dance and when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to france!

but the night outs with him were so damn fun

his stupid friends with their drunk asses

one party after another

and never-ending nights

one party after another

'feeling down, y/n?'

next destination, monaco!

so i miss him some nights when i'm feeling depressed till i remember every time he made a pass on my friend do i love him? Do i hate him? i guess it's up and down if i had to choose, i would say right now,

and so y/n missed those nights

where things would lead to the bed,

but all those times he slept with her friends

could not leave her head

did she really love him?

or hate him?

well...

i wanna get him back i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad oh, i wanna get him back 'cause then again i really miss him and it makes me real sad oh, i want sweet revenge and i want him again i want to get him back, back, back

she wanted vengeance

she wanted to kiss his friends, make him feel sorry

but also

she wanted him for herself

she missed him so damn much

she wanted revenge, she wanted his love

she wanted to get

him

back!

so i write him all these letters, then i throw them in the trash 'cause i miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh yeah, i pour my little heart out, but as i'm hitting 'send' i picture all the faces of my disappointed friends

'hi carlos'

'how are you?'

'hi bab- oh wait-

you're not my babe anymore'

but i want you so bad

i need you to kiss me and make me laugh

tell me the jokes you tell to her

i want you

come over

here's my address

but oh

goddamn it, y/n

he's not worth anything

your friends will be so disappointed in you

because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do he said i was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth and when i told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me i was tripping but i am my father's daughter, so maybe i could fix him!

it was no surprise

that he left y/n

everyone knew he was a son of a bitch

he went with other girls and told her she was the only one

y/n tried so hard

to fix it all, tell him how he'd hurt her

but she was her father's daughter

and her father was no coward

y/n vowed to show carlos what he was missing

oh, i wanna key his car i wanna make him lunch i wanna break his heart stitch it right back up i wanna kiss his face, with an uppercut i wanna meet his mum, and tell her her son sucks, yeah!

f1 car or road car, she wanted to destroy it, destroy him

but y/n wanted to make him lunch, tell him how much she loved him

she wanted to make him jealous, break his heart

but she wanted to be the one

to mend it for him

she wanted to kiss his handsome face

with an uppercut

she wanted to meet his mum

and tell her

how her son is

a

liar

reyesvdec <;/3

monday, 23rd march

hi reyes, can you ask carlos where he is? he won't answer my calls.

Hello love, of course!

He's out with some friends, he'll be back later!

ok!

thursday, 25th march

reyes, where is carlos?

reyes, i think he's with someone else

what do i do?

reyes, please

please?

today, 3:54 am

i hate your son, reyes

delivered

AHH i love the little text messages in the end, idk why i liked writing that so much?? also i think this might be the last part but i'll defo write some more carlos and oscar fics if you're up for it!!

what can i say, thank you so damn much for reading my fics, it means the world to me <3

[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.

[oldsoul007]

season 002

sorry if there’s any mistakes

I was waiting for my egos to be done so I could hurry to school when I remember about my paper that’s due on my room. I turn around and see eleven with a sheet over her head. “Oh my god! El you scared the shit out of me” I heard my dad chuckle poring his coffee. “Boo” “yeah very funny.” I say walking out the door.

I got out of my car and started walking up to school. I walked past Steve's car and saw him kissing Nancy I continued walking rolling my eyes. Then I heard a loud cars engine roll into the schools parking lot. I turned my head and saw a little red head girl get out of the car and ride away on her skateboard. Then I saw what I'm guessing is her brother wearing basically all denim with a perm/mullet. "Would you check out that ass though look at it go." I heard a girl say leaning on a car. I recognized him but decided to ignore it and go to first period.

Nancy, Jonathan, and I were walking out of second period. Tina handed me and Nancy a flyer saying.

TINA'S HALLOWEEN

BASH

Come

and get

sheet faced

Nancy grabbed two and handed one to Jonathan. "You're coming to this." She told him. ""Come and get sheet faced." No I'm not" he laughs. "We can't let you sit alone Halloween. It's just not acceptable." I say. "We'll you can relax I'm not going to be alone I'm going trick or treating with will." He tells us. "All night? No no way you're gonna be home by 8:00, listening to the Talking Heads and reading Vonnegut or something." Nancy said stopping at her locker. "Sounds like a nice night." He smiles. Before she could say anything Steve comes up behind her spinning her around with his stupid sun glasses on. Me and Jonathan continued walking not wanting to see them suck each other’s faces.

I was grabbing books out of my locker for my last period of the day when I felt someone wrap their arm around me. "Steve" I said thinking it was him. I turned my head to see the new kid. He smiles and leans against the locker next to me. I just looked at him confused. "Y/n, what don’t remember me?." He chuckles. Then it hit me. It was billy. (Ok y'all so you know that billy grew up in California so you live with hopper your dad obvi but when you were younger during the summer you would visit you mother in California where she lives so you made friends with billy so yeah just so yk their backstory so yk they're close) "Wait Billy?" I asked. He nodded smiling and wrapped his arms around me hugging me. "I can't believe you're here" I laughed. "I haven't seen you in years you look great" he smirks. "Oh shut up." I say hitting his arm. The bell rings and I tell him I'll catch up with him later. "No no I'll walk you to class so are you going to that Tinka chicks party tomorrow night?" He asks me. "It's Tina and yeah I think I'll go what about you?" He nods. "Yeah you really think I'm going to miss out on a party, well great, see you later sweetheart." I could just feel the jealous girls giving me dirty looks. I came out of my room that morning to see eleven with a sheet over her head arguing with my dad about something. "Hey kid you want some breakfast?" He asked me. "Um I'm fine oh and I'm going to my friends party tonight it will be small laid back so I'll probably be out late so I'm thinking im going to sleep over at Nancy's if that's ok?" I asked. "Yeah that's fine just please..be safe, I know you’re not dumb." "Always" I tell him and drive to school.

Halloween's my favorite holiday so today it consisted of looking at the clock. I mean that usually everyday but especially today. Finally school got out and I drove to Nancy's house to hangout and get ready before Tinas party. We heard Steve honk and made our way to the party. (Be whatever you want for Halloween lol)

I was leaned against the fridge watching my friends take shots. "Come on y/n take one!" My friend yelled over the loud music. I shake my head. "No no I'm fine." "Oh come on be a normal teen for one night." I roll my eyes and give in. "Ok ok finee." I sigh and take a shot. They all shout. I was trying to find the bathroom when I run into something or someone. “Oh shit sorry” I say. “Wait y/n?” “Oh Eddie hey I haven’t talked to you in forever how are you?” We talk for a bit and then I finally go to the restroom. A while later I was dancing with one of my friends with a red solo cup in my hand a bit drunk when I heard someone say my name.

I turn around and see Billy with a leather jacket on, shirtless underneath. (I'm sorry you have to do this it's all for the story.) He motions his head to the right. I get the memo and we walk over by a closet I'm guessing. "So how are you feelin, havin fun?" I nodded drinking from my cup. "That's good." "So what did you need?" I yell slightly tripping over my own feet. "Wow wow." He said grabbing my shoulder to steadying me. "Jesus how much did you have to drink Hopper?" He laughed." "Pfft mmm I dont know like eleventeen." I felt myself lean into him and before I knew it I started kissing him. I felt him put his hands on the sides of my face. I pulled him closer by his collar on his jacket. Then I felt someone grab my arm dragging me away. I noticed it was Steve. "Jesus Steve let me go." He stops by the front door and looks at me. "What the hell are you thinking Billy really!" He yells at me. "Why are you yelling at me wait why do you even care!?" "Whatever you're way too drunk let go." "I don't wanna go I want to stay!" I yell. He grabs my red cup and tosses to the ground then throws me over his shoulder. "Heyy I was drinking that." He puts me in the car and starts driving away. "My car!" "We'll get it tomorrow just put on your seatbelt please."His voice cracking.

We make it to his house and he helps me inside. He sets me on the counter and goes to the fridge handing me a water. "Drink this please." I take a drink of my water and look at him. "You're really pretty." I say pulling one of his stray hairs. He laughs looking down. Then his face goes serious. "What we're you thinking in there y/n?!" I just looked at his confused. "Why the hell were you kissing Billy?!" He asked running a hand through his hair. "Why the hell do you care Steve I can kiss whoever I want I'm not dating anyone!" "I know I know but Billy really! you wouldn't do that you know what guys like him want!" "Soo? you used to hook up with girls all the time before Nancy! Speaking of her where the hell is she?!" I asked.

He sighs looking down. I could tell something was wrong. "Steve?" He walks over to the couch sitting down. "What happen. "She said it was all bullshit everything basically that she never loved me. So I'm pretty sure we broke up." He says holding back tears. "We'll she was just drunk I don't think she actually meant it." "No she uh she definitely meant it drunk word are sober thoughts." He sighs. "Oh Steve I'm so sorry." I say hugging him. I felt him cry into my neck.

The next day he took me school we decided to pick up the car after school. It was steve and Billy's PE period so I decided I needed to talk to Billy about last night so I waited for him. I took him to the side of the bleachers. "We need to talk about last night Billy I'm sorry I-" "what no don't be sorry it was great." He smiled. "Billy...um." "you didn't mean it" "im so sorry I was drunk I didn't know what I was doing I really like you Billy but right know it just it's not a good time for me." I sigh. "It's fine I um I get it. I'll see you later y/n." Then He walks away.

The next day steve was finally going to take me to pick up my car. But first of course we have to stop by the wheelers. "Steve maybe...Never mind." I told him. He steps out of the car with flowers for Nancy in his hand. Before I new it Dustin was getting in the backseat. "Dustin wha-" "oh hi y/n uh I’ll tell you and Steve about it on the way."

What. Apparently dustin found this lizard. "Wait how big?" I asked. "First it was like this now he's like this." He says motioning with his fingers." "I swear, man, it's just some little lizard, okay?" "It's not a lizard." "How do you know?" "How do I know it's not a lizard!" "Yeah how do you know!" "Because his face open up and he ate my cat!" Steve nodded. I widened my eyes. We make it to his house and Steve takes out his bat. Dustin leads us to his storm seller. "I don't hear shit" "he's in there" Steve's bangs his bat on the door. "alright listen kid I swear to god if this is some Halloween prank, you're dead" Steve says pointing his flash light in dustin's face. "It's not will you get that outta my face. "Well you gotta key for this thing." "He must be further down there, I'll stay up here just in case he tries to escape." Steve looks at Dustin and sighs. "I'll go down with you." "Uh no you're staying up hear with scaredy cat." He says pointing to Dustin. "No I wanna go down." He shakes his head. "Knowing you you'll probably get hurt so no." I roll my eyes. "I already fought a big one." I tell him. "Ooo mommy and daddy are fighting." We both look at him. "Shut up" we say at the same time. We start to walk down there carefully. “I don’t know what I should be looking for?” “Maybe all that hair spray finally got to your brain.” I smirk. “Real funny” As we get down there, Steve turns on the lights seeing the slimy skin. "Ew" I then spot a hole in the wall. "Steve" I hit him in the arm and point to it. We then call Dustin down to look at it.

I head home and find the house a mess. “What the hell? Hello?” Where the hell are they. I picked up the side table that fell in front of my door and pushed it to the side. At least my room isn’t a mess.

The next day we meet up again and we're walking on the train tracks to the old junk yard.

We were walking, throwing meat on the ground to lead dart to us. "Alright so let me get this straight you kept a something that you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a who... girl you just met?" "All right, that's grossly oversimplifying things." "I mean why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?" Steve asks him. "I mean it's pretty cool" I say. "I'll keep that in mind." "See y/n agrees, An inter-dimensional slug. Because it's awesome!" "Well even if she thought it was cool which she didn't I just... I don't know, I just feel like you're trying way to hard." Steve questions. "It's not about the hair, man. The key to girls is just... just acting like you don't care." I laugh. "Even if you do?" "Yeah exactly. It drives them nuts." "Oh come on." I but in. Steve looks at me. "Ok ok fine I'll let you have your little manly talk. Don't listen to him." I whisper the last part to Dustin walking ahead of them.

3rd person POV because y/n can't hear got some bad hearing jk jk

"Then what?" Dustin asks. "Until you feel it." "Feel what?" "It's like before it's gonna storm, you know. You can't see it but you can feel it, like this, uh... electricity, you know?" Steve say giving Dustin very sucky advice. "Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere—" "No, no, no, no, no, like a...like a sexual electricity." Y/n hears this part and laughs. "You feel that and then you make your move." "So that's when you kiss her?" Dustin asks. "No, whoa. Slow down, Romeo." "Sorry" "sure, some girls yeah they want you to be aggressive, you know strong, hot and heavy, like a lion. But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a...ninja." "What type is y/n?" "She different. Y/n's different from the other girls I guess I don't know." "Yeah I guess she seems pretty special." "Yeah she is." "But this girls special, too, you know. It's just, like, something about her." "Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey." Steve stops him. "You're not falling in love with this girl are you?" "Uh,no. No." "Ok good, don't she's only gonna break you're heart and you're way to young for that shit."

Back to your POV

"Fabergé." "What?" "It's Fabergé Organics, use the shampoo and the conditioner, and when your hair's damp...it's not wet okay. When it's damp.. you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray." I laugh when he finish saying that. "Really?" "Farrah Fawcett spray?" Me and Dustin say making fun of him. "Yeah Farrah Fawcett. "You tell anyone I just told you that and your asses are grass. You're dead, understand." We nod.

We finally make it to the old junk yard. "Oh yeah this'll do." We all dumped are buckets of meat in the middle. "I said medium well!" We turn our heads and see Lucas and some red head chick. (Yk I'm also the red head chick 🧍‍♀️)

"Who's that" Steve asks. Dustin doesn't answer so I presume that's the girl. I hear Steve bang a chair agonist the car Dustin and Lucas were talking behind. "Hey! Dickheads! How come the only ones helping me is y/n and this random girl? We lose light in 40 minutes. Let's go. Let's go I said." "All right asshole!" "Okay stupid!"

We were waiting in the bus for something to happen. Steve was playing with his lighter, while I was playing with the pocket knife my dad gave me. "So you guys really fought one of these things before?" Max asks. We nod. "And you're, like, totally, 100% it wasn't a bear?" Before we could say anything Dustin said. "Shit. Don't be an idiot. Okay? It wasn't a bear. Why are you even here if you don't believe us? Just go home." "Geesh. Someone's cranky. Pass your bedtime?" She climbs up the later to Lucas. "Jesus Dustin don't be such an asshole" I tell him. "That's good. Just show her you don't care." Steve says. "I don't." Steve then winks. "Why are you winking Steve?" "Stop." I smack Steve in the arm. " What!?" "Don't encourage this Steve." We suddenly hear a distant growl and stand up to look if it's dart. "What going on!" I yell at Lucas. "Hold on. I've got eyes ten o'clock!" We spot him in the fog. "What's he doing?" "I don't know" "he's not taking the bait why is he not taking the bait?" I ask. "Maybe he's not hungry." Dustin shrugs. "Maybe he's sick of cow." Steve stands up and grabs his bat. "Steve what are you doing." "Steve?" He turns to us. "Just get ready." He says throwing the lighter to dustin. Then he slowly steps out of he bus.

He starts whistling. "Come on, buddy." Max comes down and asks what's he doing? "Expanding the menu." "He's insane." She says. "He's awesome." "He's hot." I say under my breath. The kids look at me with disgusted faces. I just shrug. "Steve watch out!" I hear Lucas yell from up-top. Confused I look around and see a lot more around him. "Shit I'm going out there." I tell them grabbing my axe. "A little busy here. I run up to him my back against his. "What are you doing out here." "What do you really think I'm going to let you die." "Guys abort abort!" We hear Dustin yell. "The dog lizards starts running at us. Steve hops over a car dodging the dog. I hit one with my axe and we start to run back to the bus. We jump in and I fall on top of him us face to face. "Sorry!" I twist around and we try to block the dogs from getting in here. One of them breaks through the door and I move out of the way so he can hit him with his bat. Everybody starts panicking. Max screams and Steve moves her out of the way. The lizarddog screams at him but then runs away. "Steve scared em away." "No no way they're going somewhere."

We were walking back to Steve's car. Lucas and Dustin started arguing about the lizard. When Steve walked toward the woods toward the creepy sounds. "Hey guys! Guys!" He yelled and started walking with them toward it. We walked the edge of a hill. "It's the lab..they were going back home." We all walk outta the woods by the lab seeing Jonathan and Nancy. "Steve, y/n?" They ask in unison. "Nancy?" "Jonathan?" "What are you guys doing here?" "What are you doing here?" "We're looking for Mike and will." "They're not in there are they?" "We're not sure...why?" Then we hear the monster start to screech. "Well that's not scary." I say. Jonathan tries to open the gate to the lab. "Let me try. Let my try JoNaThOn." Dustin complains. He keeps pushing the button until the gate actual opens. "Hey I got it" he laughs. Jonathan and Nancy go to check it out while we stay outside. Then my dads car stops right by us. "Let's go!" We all got in the car and made our way to Joyce's house.

Time skip

Steve and some of the kids wait inside till everybody is done talking to will. Will was apparently signaling us through morse code. "Ok I got it C!" They told me and I wrote it down. It spelled out CLOSE GATE. Then the phone starts to ring. Nancy gets up and threw the phone. "Do you think he heard that?" Max asked. "It's just a phone. It could be anywhere. Right?" Steve asks. Everybody runs back inside and saying the demo dogs were coming. I grabbed my axe and stood beside Steve. We heard some noises then one of the demo dogs got thrown in here and smacked against the wall. I checked if it was still alive. "It's dead." I said. We then turned our heads hearing the locks on the door unlocking.

Then the door was slammed open and el walked in. I sighed in relief. Mike walked up to her and hugged her. I walked up behind mike and he moved so El could hug me. I back up from her and see she has eyeliner on. "Nice eyeliner." I smile. She then goes up to Dustin and Lucas and hug them. I go back to Steve and he asks. "Who the hell is she?" "Oh you don't know she came from the lab she has powers so yeah oh and her names eleven but we call her El and she has been living with me and my dad for the past year." He just nodded seeming confused.

I was saying goodbye to my dad and El. "Be safe please." "Always" I tell him pulling out of the hug. I then walk up to El. "Don't hurt yourself okay and I love you." I tell her. "I love you too." I let her and mike talk so I walk back inside with the others.

Dustin made Steve stuff the dead demo dogs in the fridge. "Is this really necessary?" "Yes,it is, okay? This is a ground-breaking scientific discovery! We can't just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It's not a dog." "All right, all right. But you're explaining this to Mrs Byers." Then he tries to shove it in there.

We over hear mike talking about helping eleven with closing the gate. "Listen,dude, a coach calls a play in a game. Bottom line l, you execute it. All right?" Steve tells mike. "Ok first of all this isn't some stupid sports game. And second we're not even in the game. We're on the bench." "Right so my point is....right yeah we're on the bench, so uh, there's nothing we can do." "That's not entirely true." I tell him."I mean these Demo-dogs they have a hive mind when they ran away from the bus they were called away." "Why are on their side." Steve asks. "So if we get their attention..." "we can draw them from the lab" "clear a path to the gate." Mike finishes. "Yeah and then we all die!" Steve yells. "That's one point of view." "No that's not one point of view man, that's a fact." Mike was leading us around the map the will made in the Byers home. "Maybe we can set the hive on fire." "Yeah that's a no." Steve tells them. Steve was yelling at the kids saying no to this whole great idea. We hear a car engine outside and we go to the window to see who it is. "It's my brother, he can't know I'm

Here he'll kill me. He'll kill us." Max says.

Steve goes outside and waits for Billy to pull in. "Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?" "Yeah it's me. Don't cream your pants." "What are you doing here, amigo?" "I could ask you the same thing. Amigo" "looking for my stepsister. A little bird told me she was here." "Huh that's weird. I don't know her." "Small? Redhead? Bit of a bitch." "Doesn't ring a bell sorry buddy" "you know, I don't know, this whole situation Harrington I don't know, it's giving me the heebie-jeebies." "Yeah why's that" "my 13 year old sister goes missing all day. And then I find her with you in a strangers house. And you lie to me bout it." Steve laughs. "Were you dropped to much as a children or what. I don't know what you don't understand about what I just said. She's not here." "Then who's that?" Steve turns his head to see the kids in the window. "Oh shit listen—"

I see Billy punch Steve to the ground. "I told you to plant your feet." He says and kicks Steve in the gut. "Shit guys get behind me." I tell them. Billy slams the door open and laughs when he sees me. "Y/n's here too, great to see you." "Billy just go home." "I came for my sister so please move out of the way." I step in-front of him and shake my head. "I really don't want to hurt you y/n." I didn't know what to do so I punched him in the face. "Go home." "Wow you gotta punch!" He laughs. "But don't ever do that again. He pushes me to the ground and grabs Lucas. Lucas kicks him in the nuts and Billy grunts. "You're so dead Sinclair! You are so dead!" He yells. "No you are!" And Steve throws a punch. Billy just laughs. "Looks like you got some fire in you after all huh?! I've been waiting to meet this king Steve. Everybody's been telling me so much about!" "Get out." Steve pushes his finger against Billy's chest. Billy trys to punch him but Steve dodges it. Then Billy smashed a plate Steve's head.

Billy keeps punching Steve. "Stop!" "Billy" "you're goin kill him." "Stopp!" Max then sticks a syringe in Billy's neck. "The hell is this?" He falls to the ground and max grabs Steve's bat.

"From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?" "Screw you" she hits the bat right in between his legs. "I said do you understand! Say it! Say it!" "I understand." She grabs his keys from his pocket. "Let's get outta here." They help Steve up and start to leave. We started to drive to the hive. I was sitting in the back with Steve, mike, and Dustin. "I heard Steve mumble. "Y/n?" he was looking at Dustin. "Hey I'm right here." Then he noticed who was driving. "Oh my god!" "I told you he freak out!" "Stop the car!" "Everybody shut up! I'm trying to focus!" "Turn left!" She took a sharp turn and everybody screamed. We got there and geared up then hopping down the hive. "I'm pretty sure it's this way." Mike say looking at the map. "You're pretty sure. Or you're positive?" "I'm 100% sure just follow me and you'll know!" "Hey hey hey I dont think so I'm leading the way." Then we started walking to the center. We heard Dustin start to scream and we ran back to him. "It got in my mouth shittt!" He starting coughing. "I'm ok." "Very funny." We found the center and starting pouring the gasoline. We lite it and ran to the exit. "Helppp helppp!" We heard mike yell from behind. His leg was stuck to something. Steve hit it with his bat and it let mike go. "We gotta go!" I yell but then we hear a growl from behind us. "Dart." Dustin starting walking forward and we all yelled at him to stop. "It's finee!" He keeps talking to the thing and gives him nougat. It was distracted so we all walked around him. Me and Steve were pushing everybody up and just finished pushing dustin up.

We heard growls so we turned to see the shadows of those things running toward us. Steve held his bat up ready to hit them. "Guys come one!" The kids yelled. The demo dogs starting running at us but kept running around us. I was about to fall but Steve grabbed my waist holding me close to him.

Later that night we got Steves car and he drove me to his house. We got in and I told him to sit down so I could clean up his face better. I got a wet towel and some rubbing alcohol. Before I put the wash cloth on his face he took my hands. "What happen to your hands." "Oh I punched Billy there fine really i mean look at your face...sorry" he nods. "It might be easier if I just." I hopped on the counter and he put his hands on both sides off me. I cleaned off the dried blood with a wet wash cloth. I grabbed the rubbing alcohol to clean them. "This is going to hurt obviously so I'm sorry In advanced but it's so they won't get infected." "Okay" he sighs. I dabbed some on one of his face wounds and he winced clenches his teeth together. I dabbed another one that I could tell hurt so he grabbed my leg squeezing it. "Ok finish." "Oh that wasn't that bad." He said trying to play it off. I just laugh at him. I jump of the counter but he doesn't back up. He does that stupid look. "Stop" "what? "Wipe that stupid look of your face." I nudge him. His eyes look down at my lips. He leans in and slowly puts his lips on mine. He grabs my face pulling me into him. I put my hands around his neck playing with his hair. I pull away and ask. "Why now? I have one question why did you start ignoring me in high school" "Well y/n I don't know I guess I just realized I really liked you and I didn't want to up be with you and then something goes wrong and I get to never talk to you again." "Yeah but you didn't talk to me anyway." "True I just didn't want to hurt you and also I was just a douchebag you know...I guess when I started dating Nancy I was sort of scared because I knew I still had feeling for you and I didn't want you to get in the way of me and her. I'm sorry" I just nod my head.

Months later it was dustins snowball and me and Steve were taking him to it. "All right, buddy. Here we are. So remember once you get in there..." "pretend like you don't care." "You don't care" "I don't care" "there you go you're learning me friend." Dustin pulled down the mirror. "Hey come on you look great okay? You're goin go in there and look like a million bucks." "Like a lion." Then he purred? "Yeah don't do that" Dustin leaves the car so I climb in the front. "You know you can use the door it's easier." "Ehh I think my way is pretty efficient" he smiles shaking his head. He leans in and kisses me putting his hand on the side of my neck. (Cringe coming up) he pulls me closer deepening the kiss. "So this is the sexual electricity you were talking about." I feel him smile into the kiss. "Oh ew shut up" we hear a knock on the window and I see my dad with a flashlight. "Oh my god" I laugh putting my hands over my face. Steve rolls down the window and smiles. "Hi hopper." "Hey Steve you're blocking the entrance." "Oh I'm sorry we'll move." "Okay...oh and uh Steve." "Mhm" "nice lipstick." My dad chuckles walking away. He turns my head to me with his lips in a thin line.

[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.

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#5

Grace, I need a one-shot/blurb ab this post 🥺

Going on vacations can be hard when dating a celebrity of Niall’s status, but sometimes you just gotta say ‘fuck it.’

You were laying out sun tanning, Niall laying next to you when a buzz started around you, people whispering and talking, pointing in your direction and out near the parking lot.

The parking lot where there were very clearly paparazzi taking photos of you and Niall to eventually sell off to the highest paying magazine.

You groan, rolling over towards Niall, “I hate that we cant just have a bit of piece.”

“I know, petal,” he whispers pulling you into him so your head lays against his bicep and he’s leaning over you, his fingers pushing a stray hair off your forehead.

“But who cares? All that matter is that I’m herewith you, so fuck it, let’s give them something to take pictures of,” he finishes, leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You chuckle against his mouth before giving in and cupping his face, responding to his kiss with passion.

138 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

#4

At Last...

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Summary: Y/n doesn’t singing In front of people, but for harry she does.

Warnings: PURE TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, mentions of a mothers death (not in detail), lmk If I missed anything!

Word count: 1345

I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! -G <3

You never sing in front of Harry. 

It’s not because you think you sound horrible, you’ve just always been shy when singing in front of people, and to have your boyfriend, Harry Styles, listening to you is too nerve wracking. 

 From a young age you knew you loved to sing, always singing along in the car or mumbling lyrics to yourself while doing a task. But never in front of friends, the only person you ever trusted to hear you was your mother. And when she passed away, you never sang in front of anyone again. 

It always felt like a you and her thing, and you didn’t want to take that memory and feeling away by giving it to someone else. 

But one night Harry sweetly talked you into singing a bit for him, which was very nerve wracking and you were terribly anxious. 

You both had been laying on the couch in his house, having been watching ‘The Notebook’ one of Harry’s favorite rom coms. 

“Alright,” you sit up, untangling yourself from his arms, “I’ll let you pick one song and I'm not singing it all, just a little part and then that’s all you get.” you tell him, looking at him expectantly. 

He takes a minute, brows furrowed and his fingers tugging at his pink plump lips, “Ok,” he sits up too, grabbing his phone from his pocket and typing away before a piano and guitar instrumental starts to play through the phone speaker and you instantly recognize it. 

You shoot him a small glare, which he just smirks back at, both of you knowing you’d have to use almost your full range to do this song. 

“I hate you” you mumble, sitting up straighter and taking a deep calming breath. 

“At Last..”  you belt out, nothing like Etta James but that's the thing about music, different people interpret songs in different ways, it’s the beauty of it. 

“My Love has come along, 

My lonely days are over, 

And life is like a song, 

Oh yeah, oh yeah” 

Harry’s face morphed in awe and shock, his mouth slightly open as his eyes,full of wonder, stare at you, a slow, breathless smile etching it’s way to the corners of his mouth. 

“At last, 

The skies are blue, 

My heart was wrapped in clover, 

The night I looked at you.” 

You stare right back at him, conveying through your eyes how much you loved him. You gave one small smile before sighing, rubbing your sweaty hands on your thighs, “alright, that’s all you get. “ 

“Y-Y/n,” he stutters, his face still full of shock, “why didn’t you tell me you could sing like that? Holy shit, babe, you’re amazing.” Harry lets out a chuckle pulling you to him, kisses you sweetly, pulling back to laugh again in amazement. 

You blush, shaking your head, “uh thanks, oh look you’re favorite parts coming up,” you bring both of your attentions back to the tv.

“Thank you for singing for me baby, I know you don’t like it but i’m thankful you trusted me enough to do it, I love you,” he whispers, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead. 

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250 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

#3

What about asking H to fuck you in front of a mirror?? It's so hot

Sex club

I got a few older!H requests so here you go!!

Summary: y/n’s trying out a new place tbat happens to be a sex club where she meet and older harry.

Warnings: Older!harry, Dom!harry, chocking, spanking, oral (female and male receiving) mirror fucking (p in v) unprotected sex, ‘sir’ ‘sweetheart’ ‘darling’ ‘slut’ ‘good girl’ , I think that it?? Lmk if not !

Word count: 5K

I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! -G <33

 It is typical for you. Whenever you went out, it wasn’t guys or even girls your age that you looked for. No, it was older men and women. More experienced and more pleasurable experiences were what you looked for. 

It had been like that your whole life, you don’t really know when it started, but when you got to dating age, it was people older than you that attracted you. You didn’t mind, hell you quite frankly enjoyed it way more than when you were with people your own age. 

Currently you were out, sitting at the bar of a sex club. This wasn’t your normal way or place to meet someone, but you’ve always wanted to try something new, and this has been on your list for quite some time now. 

Sitting at the bar, your back leaned against the bar as your legs crossed and you spun the small black straw in your long island iced tea. You wore your tightest black dress, your boobs pushed up so high you thought they’d touch your chin. You didn’t know if you’d be joining anything this time around, maybe you’d just watch this time and come back if you felt comfortable, but you still shaved every crevice of your body in case you did. 

Your eyes roam the bar areas, watching a few women walk around topless, some on stages dancing to the sensual music. Women and men watching them, couples kissing and feeling each other up, most likely getting ready to head upstairs to the main area. You were already wet, at the sight,  it didn’t take much now that you have been sitting here awhile, just watching, trying to work up the nerve to head up the stairs. 

Taking a deep breath, your eyes keep scanning the bar area landing on different couples or people that might have just met tonight, making out, whispering what they’re going to do to each other and feeling each other up. Just as you go to take a sip your eyes land on a dark haired man, and he’s staring right back at you. 

His green eyes focused on your mouth, or more your tongue as it swirls around the straw before finally getting put in your mouth. His thighs wide as he sits in a manspread, his hands fisted on his thighs, one wrapped around a glass of whiskey. God his hands are hot. You don’t take your eyes off him as you take a sip of your drink, your thighs clenching as you watch his jaw tick. 

This man is fine, the hottest man here by far. His dark hair having a few gray streaked through it, but mostly all dark, his stubbled jaw that you would like to know how it feels between your thighs. You can tell he’s older than your twenty three years, just what you like. 

Your eyes lock with his from across the room, his eyebrow quirked in challenge. You let a small smirk grace your lips, finishing off the last of your drink before setting it on the counter behind you and standing. You don’t look back as you make your way towards the stairs, hips swaying and your dress riding higher to just under your ass cheeks, you don’t care though, half the people here are in a state of undress. What’s a little pantie action? 

As you make it to the landing you can hear footsteps on the stairs behind you, a spike of excitement runs through you making you feel electrified . You're so ready to see where this night leads. 

Walking down the dark, red lit hall, you turn right into a room where you can see two women - one with dark hair and the other with blonde, are making out on a bed, a man watching them from the corner as he sits in an armchair, his shirt unbuttoned and his hand stroking his cock - just beyond the glass.  The women are groping each other, hands roaming everywhere, the one with dark hair putting their hand between the blonde’s thighs, stroking her clit at the order of the man. They moan, the blonde woman moving kisses down the neck of the dark haired one before sucking her nippile into her mouth. 

Your thighs clench, but as hot as it may be it is not as exciting as you’d figure you’d find here, so you turn and walk back down the hall. Passing a few doors, moans falling into the hall before you take a left, coming into a well lit room with two men and a red haired woman. One is fucking her from behind as the other lays on his back while the women sucks him off. It was hot, the man fucking her slapping her ass cheek making her whimper and pull off the other man. “I didn’t say stop, slut,” He snaps, his hand pulling her head back to him, she lets out a moan as she takes him back in her mouth. Her hand works his base and she swirls her tongue around his tip. 

You cross your legs, clenching your thighs, your panties soaking as you watch them fuck her. Her moans filling your ears, biting your lip to try and keep in a moan. You knew this would excite you coming here, you just didn’t know how much. 

“Does this excite you, sweetheart?” His rough, British voice rasps in your ear. His body heat encases your back in a warmth. A shiver runs down your spine, standing straighter, your hands find the hem of your dress fisting it in your hands. 

You're nervous, you never imagined to catch someone's attention tonight, you were just going to watch. His front grazes your back, not quite touching you, but you can feel his hard on brush against the curve of your ass cheeks. 

“I asked a question, love,” he rasps. His hand coming up, his fingers running along your arm causing goosebumps appear as you let out a shuttered breath. 

“Y- yes,” you whisper, unconsciously leaning back into him. His fingers brush your hip, pulling you back into him more, his hard on nuzzled between your ass cheeks, only your dress and his pants separating you. Groaning, you push your ass into him. 

You love this feeling, having a man hard for you. It excites you, your panties grow wetter as you eyes watch the two men and red haired woman fuck. The man she was sucking off now under her, fucking up into her pussy as the man behind fucking her ass. Her moans can’t be contained, she lets them fall out freely as she  kisses the man’s under her chest. 

“Fuck-” you whimper. You’ve had your fair share of threesomes, men and women, just men, just women. But never like this, never both men at once. You ache, needing to be touched, you just want to stick your hand in your panties and get yourself off but a strong ring clad hand catches you before you can. 

“No touching yourself, sweetheart,” he orders into your ear. Your back is fully leaned on his chest now, a whimper escaping you as he tugs your hand back, laying your palm flat on his thigh. The hard ridges of his abdomen pressed into you. 

“What’s your name, love?” he asks you, keeping you against him with a hand on your hip and the other on your upper arm. His breath right next to your ear, his lips skimming your ear lobe. 

“Y/N,” you whisper out, turning your head on his shoulder so you can catch his eyes. You meet lust filled emeralds, and all you can think is you want this man to fuck you. “What’s yours?” 

“M’Harry,” he mutters. His eyes flick between yours, moving across the expanse of your face, down to your lips, lingering there. He licks his lips, his face moving an inch closer, noses brushing and breath fanning over each other's lips as you wait for his next move. Your chest rises and falls with each breath, your ass pushing back into him, needing to feel him. 

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#2

could you maybe do the "just lay back down, and I'll take care of you" first time prompt with harry?

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Ok so I combined these two asks and made a fluff / self Indulgent little fic lol Also just a forewarning this is not my best work i literally wrote this in less than 30 mins dsjansdjfh;odjf;dsjk

Summary: y/n’s sick and older!H takes care of her

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, chest pains, being sick, lmk if I missed anything (nothing sexual purely a fluff / comfort fic)

Word count: 944

Hope you enjoy! Happy reading - G <3

When you first met Harry you never could have imagined he would be seeing you like this so soon. You didn’t want him seeing you like this but he's a stubborn asshole most of the time anyways, not giving up until he got his way, much like you.

He insisted on taking care of you when you came down with a fever of 100.7 and a raw wet cough, he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he stated more than asked if he could stay with you to make sure you were ok. After putting up more of a fight than the little energy you had allowed, you finally gave up and let him make his famous chicken noodle soup he told you his mum used to make him when he was sick. 

The thing about being sick was, you absolutely hated it, ever since you were a child you couldn’t stand being sick. You hated when your throat hurt and you had to cough, you hated throwing up and the hot and cold flashes that came with having a fever, the chest and body aches where you can’t get comfortable when you’re trying to rest.

But what you hated the most was that your anxiety got worse. It happens every time you get sick, the thought of just a head or chest cold turning into bronchitis or pneumonia. It scared the absolute shit out of you.

Of course your mother would try and comfort you, rubbing your back and hugging you real tight, whispering that ‘everything will be okay’. Anything to soothe you, but sometimes it just wouldn’t work. 

You could be resting, trying to sleep but your mind would go to places where you’d wonder if your chest was hurting because it was more than a small chest cold. That you weren’t going to be okay and you needed to go to the hospital. 

You didn’t want Harry to be around when you had your anxiety attack, you normally can calm yourself down now that you're older and can somewhat take care of yourself. You didn’t want him to see you like that, especially when he’s older and you haven’t been dating that long. 

It was day two of being sick and waking up with a really raw cough and your nose running that you noticed that your chest was hurting more than the day before. You didn’t say anything when Harry woke up and offered to make you some tea with honey and lemon to soothe your aching throat. 

You didn’t say anything when he cuddled up behind you that afternoon after you told him you were tired and wanted to take a nap. Your head on his chest as he rubbed up and down your back softly, soothing the body aches you feel. You didn’t say anything as you both layed there, him falling asleep as your mind ran wild with possibilities that the chest pains you were feeling were more that to do with your cold. 

You only said something when he found you crying on the bathroom floor, having gently slipped from his arms and the bed when your anxiety got to be too much and the tears started to fall. 

“M-my chests h-hurts,” you almost sob, fear leaking into your hoarse voice. 

He nods, brows furrowed in concern, “Ok baby, it’s okay. Let’s get you back in bed.” He softly picks you up bridal style, your arms tightening around his shoulders and you hide your tear stained face in his neck. 

“Shh, darling, everything’s going to be alright.” he coos. 

Harry walks back into your bedroom and over to the side of the bed where all your pillows are propped up because it’s easier to breath sitting up than laying down. He gently places you on the soft mattress, pulling the comforter out from under your sock covered feet and pulling it up under your chin. 

“Just lay back, I’ll take care of you, okay baby?” he whispers, pushing a stray piece of hair off your forehead before he leans down and places a kiss there. You nod, letting out a cough and a weak smile. 

Harry walks into the kitchen and is back a minute later with some medicine, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you as he pours it in the little medicine up and hands it to you, “This is supposed to help ease the pain in your chest and throat, it’s a nighttime medicine which will probably make you sleepy but you need some sleep, i felt you tossing and turning all night last night.” he speaks softly, smiling over at you when you shoot him a small glare. “I also got you some more tea and crackers, because I know you don’t like the taste of the medicine.” Harry laughs softly as the soft smile you shoot him, an immediate mood change from glaring at him just a second ago. 

You quickly take the medicine and immediately reach for the tea harry’s holding, taking a long sip of the warm liquid helping soothe your throat. 

After laying back and Harry climbing in bed next to you, you cuddle up to him, your anxiety slowly floating away as Harry puts on your favorite marvel movies and you eat some crackers. You can feel yourself start falling asleep while the pain you were feeling in your chest eases. 

You fall asleep to Harry softly rubbing your back and placing a kiss to the top of your head while Marvel's Captain America: The Winter Soldier plays in the background.

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327 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What about y/n asking BSF!Harry to teach her how to give a blow job?

Bsf!harry teaches how to give a blowjob.

Ok so I’ve completely lost my laptop charger lmao 😅🤦‍♀️ so I sucked it up and wrote this on my phone so if it sucks that what we’re going to blame it on! 😂BUT I’m back ??!?! MAYBE lol i really missed writing! 

Warnings: blowjob, throat grabbing ( NOT VIOLENT ( Not choking bc its loose and not meant in that way) nothing else?? Lmk if not!!

Word Count: 2247

I hope you enjoy!! Happy reading -G <3

Also this was not proof read or edited so sorry for any mistakes!! 

You and Harry have been best friends since before he auditioned for The X Factor - you and his mothers doing.

He was never a shy person, always singing or humming a tune, playing birthday parties with his band. That’s how you met actually, he and his band played at your now ex best friends birthday party.

You met through a friend of a friend and hit it off right from the start, talking about the same interests you both had in songwriting and music. You ended up talking the whole night, sharing a dance or two before exchanging numbers.

You guys texted each other everyday and pretty much every minute, always bringing up new interests and the most bizarre things. Eventually, you started to hangout with friends, until it was just the two of you watching movies, singing lyrics at the top of your lungs in the car, just having become each other’s best friends.

And that leads to today, watching your best friend up on stage living his dream of being a musician. Harry was on tour for his second album, his fans not knowing that just yesterday he finished recording the last song for his third solo album. He’s let you hear snippets, but nothing fully and it’s driving you crazy.

He uses to do that when he was in the band, sending you voice memos of lyrics in the middle of the night when he was halfway across the world from you. And each and every time you would wake up and listen to it over and over, just to feel a smidge closer to him.

Sometimes you’d even call him, just to hear his voice. He couldn’t talk long most times, but just hearing his voice made you feel butterflies.

That should’ve been the first thing you noticed when you finally realized you liked him, well as more than a friend. You were always yearning to be near him, to hear his voice or just any form of attention from him.

He was your best friend, and you’d never had a boyfriend before. You never had anytime for one, you were always with harry. Hanging out, texting, ect.

So later that night when the show was over and you all had finally gotten back to the hotel, showered and in bed, you realized how inexperienced you were.

You’ve had sex, not the best albeit, but you weren’t a virgin. But you hadn’t really done anything else, your intimate life was pretty vanilla compared to everything harry had told you he’s experienced.

You’ve never even given a blow job.

You haven’t really wanted to with any of the guys you’ve been with, but still.

Your mind took to a deep place where all you could think about was that Harry had probably gotten a lot of blowjobs from different women around the world. That made you jealous. But a hot too.

The wetness between your thighs could be felt through your thin sleep shorts, you were picturing harry naked, that beautiful butterfly tattoo on full display with his legs parted and someone bobbing their head up and down on his cock.

You didn’t even realize what you were doing until your fingers connected with your swollen clit and started circling, the pleasure you were giving yourself completely clouded your imagination, until it wasn’t just ‘someone’ bobbing their head up and down on Harry’s dick, it was you.

Pleasure shot through you, a moan slipping out just as a knock sound at the door and it was pushed open. You’ve never sat up and covered yourself faster.

Harry’s surprised green eyes stare back at you, the extra key card to your room grasped between his lean strong fingers.

You had forgotten that he had a key card to your room, just like you do to his. It was what you always did when you were on tour with him, that way you both could just go right in without have to have someone open the door.

“I-“ you start to say before realizing he was walking closer, the heavy door now closed behind him.

“What we’re you doing?” He Asks you, is voice deep and his eyes bright and filled with heat. His eyes trail down you, to your tank top that’s not hiding the fact that you’re not wearing a bra, to your hard nipples and down to your blanket covered lap. Lingering on your hand that was just down your shorts not even a minute ago.

“Not” you clear your throat, placing a small hesitant smile across your lips, “nothing.” And you leave it at that, the blush heating your cheeks making it apparent that it wasn’t just ‘nothing’.

He stays quiet, just looking between you and your reddened cheeks, you take a moment to take him in. White shirt tightly hugging his toned chest, you could see his tattoos faintly through it and a pair of black gym shorts. The tiger tattoo peaks out just a tad and you imagine yourself riding it.

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366 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

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HI TODAY'S REMINDER IS PHANTOM!!!!! ok strap in this is gonna go on for a bit

1. the OPULENCE. the DIAMONDS, the chandeliers, the beating heart tied up in golden chains god it was a visual feast and that's before I've even gotten to the members, which

2. THEY LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD. Hendery??? Xiaojun????? Kun with those fucking red contacts staring straight into my soul???????? there's so many to pick from but the black outfits? yummy. all of them all at once please

3. the SONG omg i missed wayv title tracks so muchhhhhhhhhhh ughhh i love how grandiose it sounds while still being so current which tbh is a line wayv title tracks always ride perfectly (people say kickback wasn't all that and yeah it's not my favourite but it's still really fucking good). also WHEN did Winwin's voice get that deep??? and Hendery, sir? Yangyang at least warned us in rain day, but the other two… once again: yummy

4. I'm sure someone smarter than me will analyse the music video properly and tell me what's actually going on but the one thing i did notice was the set with the black outfits changing in the second half with the chandelier falling and the statues broken and the ground falling in and I'm sure that means something but my brain could only focus on how fucking hot i find them dancing among ruin

5. they're… they're actually back. like for real for real. like there's a song and an album (which i will listen to tomorrow but I'm v much looking forward to). there was a stage? which by the way. also extremely hot. i love how much puppet imagery there is in the choreo, it ties in very well with what little i understood of the lyrics. which, don't get me wrong, i love their music, but their lyrics do read a lot like a theology comprehension text and I'm not always up to the task.

i just. fucking love them so much. and this song. I've been falling off nct slowly these past few months but… they really just proved why they were the unit that got me hooked in the first place. can you believe we survived the drought? we really made it all the way through. good job us

Hiii, I've said this before and I'll say this again out of all of the NCT universes Wayv gets the absolute best styling,concepts, and songs. Nothing against dream or 127 I love them all equally but Wayv has had way less misses with title tracks then 127. I just cant accept 2baddies. I can't. It has not grown on me.

But seriously they look amazing it's still giving Vampire princes and I love it. And the song like it sounds like a Wayv song but kind of matured and refined in a way. Yangyang's voice surprised me but luckily we found out he has the range and I love when he switches it back to his natural voice. And Hendery and Winwin normally have deep voices but like it sounded so much deeper I could feel it in the depths of my uterus. And only Felix's rap in victory song has ever done that. Like it just was so good then Xiaojun and Ten off setting the depth with their higher voices and Xiaojun's high notes will always hit the spot every single time and Kun's mid tempo voice kind of melds it all together. Like they finally returned to us after years they've done it.

No I feel you with Stray Kids pulling me by my ankles I also felt myself slipping from NCT but Wayv really just came in and was like not on our watch. And I can't wait to see them promote fully after two years. They deserve all of our love and support. Now to listen to the album while shopping for lingerie because what else are you supposed to do while listening to a Wayv album