#just thought i'd share since...y'know

[4milly]

spooky scary skeletons | jey u.

gif from @punksrhea <3

parings: jey uso x black! reader

smut 18+ | innocence kink.

ᯓᡣ𐭩: a halloween party sends jey into an uproar.

yes ik it’s july…BUT, in honor of my new glasses coming in…here’s halloween in the summer.

the liquor nearly wasted on jey's lap when you walked in. he couldn't tell if we was the glasses or that short...short fuckin' mini skirt. or the orange stockings and garter belt on your thigh.

he blinked hard, thinkin' maybe his eyes was playin' tricks on him. but nah, it was really you, standin' there in that whole velma dinkley getup from them scooby doo cartoons his little cousins used to watch. them thick-framed glasses sittin' all cute on your nose, makin' your eyes look bigger than usual.

"what the hell…" he mumbled, his mouth suddenly dry as the mojave.

it'd been what? three months since the draft split y'all up? three months of facetime calls that ain't never enough, three months of him fallin' asleep with his phone on his chest, hopin' you'd call.

"surprise," you said, twirlin' around so the pleated skirt flared out, givin' him a glimpse of what might be underneath. "thought i'd crash the halloween party."

jey set his drink down before he could spill it for real. his hands was shakin' too much to trust himself.

he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, realizing too late he'd let some of his drink escape. the party around him faded to background noise—just colors and sounds that didn't matter. not when you were standing there looking like every fantasy he'd ever had.

"they ain't tell me you was comin'," he said, his voice rougher than he meant it to be. "smackdown let you off the hook?"

you shrugged, adjustin' them glasses in a way that made his heart do stupid shit in his chest. "i might've called in a favor or two. wanted to see my favorite uso."

the way you said "uso" with that little innocent smile—like you ain't know exactly what you was doin' to him—had jey grippin' the edge of the table. you was always playin' this game, actin' all sweet and naive when he knew damn well you understood the effect you had.

"c'mere," he finally managed, pushin' out the chair next to him with his foot. "lemme get a proper look at you."

the party around them faded into background noise as you walked toward him, them orange stockings makin' your legs look like they went on for days.

jey swallowed hard, watching as you slid into the seat beside him. your perfume hit him like a right hook, something sweet and warm that made his head spin a little.

"how's raw treatin' you?" you asked, leanin' forward on your elbows, innocent as ever while jey tried his hardest not to stare at the nipple piercings poking through your cropped orange polo shirt.

"s'aight," he shrugged, reaching for his drink to give his hands something to do. "solo run is different, y'know? jimmy got his own shit and roman doin' his own thing." he took a sip, the alcohol burning less than the way your knee accidentally brushed against his under the table. "ratings been good though. creative finally lettin' me cook."

you nodded, that little smile playing at your lips. "i saw your match last monday. that splash from the top rope? had the whole locker room screaming."

jey felt his chest puff up a little at that, couldn't help it. "yeah? you watchin' me, ma?"

"always," you said, then quickly added, "gotta keep tabs on the competition, right?"

that was how it always went between y'all. this dance of almost-something, never quite crossing the line. three years of backstage run-ins, shared car rides, late night diner stops after shows. three years of him wanting more but never making a move 'cause something about you seemed too… pure. too good for what the road had to offer.

"how 'bout smackdown? they treatin' my girl right?" he asked, immediately regretting the "my girl" slip. but you didn't seem to notice, or at least pretended not to.

"storyline with charlotte is picking up. might get a title shot at the next pay-per-view," you said, eyes bright behind those glasses. "women's division is stacked right now though."

"you deserve that shot," jey said, meaning it. he'd seen how hard you worked, staying late at every arena, putting in extra hours at the performance center. "ain't nobody got that in-ring psychology like you."

you ducked your head, that little blush creeping up your neck the way it always did when he complimented you. "thanks, jey. means a lot coming from you."

the party bumped around them, superstars in various states of costume and drunkenness. someone had cranked up the music, and the bass thumped through the floor.

you shifted in your seat, subtly arching your back just enough that your ass pushed out a little more against that tight skirt.

jey's throat went dry as he watched you reach for your polo, fingers toying with another button before popping it open. the movement exposed more of your chest, the swell of your breasts now barely contained. he tried to look away, tried to be respectful, but his eyes kept wandering back.

you were pretending not to notice, looking around the party like you hadn't just deliberately given him a better view. like this was all innocent. but jey knew better. three years of this game had taught him your tells.

"think i need somethin' stronger than this," you said, gesturing to the half-empty drinks on the table. "shots?"

"shots," jey agreed, maybe too quickly. anything to break this tension, to give his hands something to do besides reach for you.

you flagged down a server, ordering tequila for both of you. jey watched the way you leaned forward, the way your skirt rode up just a little higher on your thighs. he shifted in his seat, adjusting himself discreetly.

"so," you said, turning back to him with that same innocent smile. "how's solo life? must be nice having your own hotel room for once."

the mention of hotel rooms sent jey's mind places it shouldn't go. images of you sprawled across his bed, glasses crooked, orange stockings still on…

"it's quiet," he managed. "too quiet sometimes, y'know? used to jimmy's snoring."

the shots arrived, and you picked one up, holding it between delicate fingers. "to reunions," you said, lifting it toward him.

jey clinked his glass against yours. "to reunions."

you licked the salt off your hand, knocked back the shot, and bit into the lime wedge without breaking eye contact.

"another?" you asked, already signaling for more.

"you tryna get me drunk, velma?" he teased, but his heart was hammering. the space between y'all seemed to be shrinking with each passing minute.

"i thought we were having fun tonight?" you replied, with a small smile on your face and a tilt of your head

the server brought another round, and jey knocked his back immediately, needing the liquid courage.

the tequila shot hit jey's system like a match to gasoline, warming him from inside out. three shots in and he was feeling loose, watching you lick salt off your hand for the third time. this whole night felt like a fever dream—you showing up outta nowhere in that costume that was doing criminal things to his imagination.

jey wasn't stupid. he knew what was happening between y'all. this wasn't some high school crush shit. this was pure, primal want. you looked good—too damn good—and you knew it. the way you kept "accidentally" brushing against him, the way you kept playing with them glasses, pushing them up your nose with one finger. innocent movements that somehow felt like the furthest thing from innocent.

"you hot?" you asked, fanning yourself with one hand. "feels like they turned the heat up in here."

jey nodded, not trusting himself to speak. he was hot alright, but it had nothing to do with the room temperature.

the dj switched tracks and the unmistakable beat of megan thee stallion filled the room. your eyes lit up behind them glasses, and before jey could process what was happening, your hand was on his wrist.

"come dance with me," you said, tugging him up from his chair. "i love this song."

jey let himself be pulled toward the dance floor, his heart pounding in his ears louder than the bass. you looked back at him over your shoulder, that same innocent smile that drove him crazy.

"i ain't much of a dan—" he started, but the words died in his throat as you positioned yourself in front of him, back to his chest.

without warning, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your hip, pressing back against him as the beat dropped. jey's brain short-circuited as you threw it back, your ass grinding against him in a way that left nothing to the imagination.

"fuck," he muttered under his breath as your skirt rode up, giving him a clear view of the orange thong that matched your stockings. the thin strip of fabric disappeared between your cheeks, and jey felt his self-control slipping away like sand through fingers.

you looked back at him again, eyes wide behind them glasses like you wasn't just throwing that ass in a circle on him.

you straightened up slightly, grinding slow against him while looking back with that same innocent smile. "am i doing it right?" you giggled before twisting your hips in a slow circle

jey's hand tightened on your hip, pulling you closer against him. he was hard now, no way to hide it with how close you were dancing. but you didn't pull away—if anything, you pressed back harder, your movements matching the dirty lyrics pumping through the speakers.

you rolled your hips back against him, the movement sending sparks up your spine as the beat pulsed through the dance floor. each drop of the bass had you pushing back harder, your ass grinding against his obvious hardness. jey's fingers dug deeper into your hips, his eyes dazed by the sight of your ass jiggling and smacking in against his lap.

without warning, his hands slid lower, rough fingertips tracing the exposed skin between your stockings and the hem of your skirt. your breath caught as his touch moved inward, finding the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. his fingers tensed, hesitating at the edge of your skirt, but you pressed them further, letting him feel the heat between your legs through the thin fabric of your thong. the contact made you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle the sound threatening to escape.

the tequila was definitely hitting now, warming your blood and loosening your inhibitions. combined with the pregame drinks you'd shared with jaida before heading over—those vodka sodas that had you all giggling in the hotel room while getting ready—you were feeling deliciously dizzy.

jey's fingers traced higher, just barely grazing the edge of your thong. the sensation sent a shiver through you, making your movements falter for just a second before you found the rhythm again.

"damn, mama," he whispered against your ear, his voice deeper than you'd ever heard it.

suddenly, you straightened up, smoothing down your skirt as if nothing had happened. you turned to face him, adjusting your glasses with one finger, the picture of innocence.

"i need to freshen up," you said with a small, demure smile, batting your eyelashes behind your frames. "bathroom break. don't go anywhere, okay?"

jey stood there looking dazed, his hands resting on your ass. you could see the outline of his hardness straining against his pants, and a small thrill ran through you knowing you'd done that to him.

"yo…yo, you serious right now?" he asked, voice rough with need. "you can't just—"

"i'll be right back," you promised, standing on tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. "save my spot?"

you turned and walked away before he could respond, making sure to put an extra sway in your hips, feeling his eyes burning into your back as you disappeared into the crowd.

the music from the party became a dull thud as the bathroom door swung shut behind you. the harsh led lights made you blink for a moment before your eyes adjusted. thankfully, you had the place to yourself—perfect for what you needed.

you stepped up to the mirror, catching sight of your flushed face and slightly disheveled hair. a laugh bubbled up from your chest as you took in your appearance—glasses slightly askew, lipstick a little smudged, and that hungry look in your eyes that couldn't be hidden.

"perfect," you whispered to your reflection, running fingers through your hair to give a more wild curled look. you adjusted your glasses, making sure they sat perfectly on your nose—that innocent librarian look that drove him crazy.

your fingers moved to your orange polo, unbuttoning one more button at the top. you pulled the fabric taut against your chest, making sure the outline of your nipple piercings pressed visibly against the thin material. the metal bars beneath the fabric sent a little shiver through you as you adjusted them to be more prominent.

the bathroom counter felt cool against your palms as you leaned forward, examining your handiwork. the combination of the low-cut top, the mini skirt, and those orange stockings was doing exactly what you'd hoped. jey's reaction on the dance floor had confirmed it—the way his hands had gripped your hips, the hardness you'd felt pressing against you.

three years of dancing around each other, of lingering touches that went nowhere, of late-night texts that stopped just short of crossing the line. three years of watching him flirt with you then back away like you were too pure to corrupt.

not tonight.

"tonight, i'm getting what i want," you murmured, applying another coat of lip gloss. the slight shine made your lips look fuller, more kissable. "i give him one hour, tops. before he's begging."

you straightened up, practicing your innocent smile once more—the one that made you look like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth while you plotted the filthiest things imaginable. the contrast between your appearance and your intentions sent another thrill through you.

a final check—skirt hitched up just enough to show the tops of your stockings, polo tight enough to emphasize your curves, hair tousled in that way that suggested someone had already been running their hands through it.

you took a deep breath, ready to make your move. as you reached for the door handle, it suddenly flew inward, catching you off guard. jey stood there, his broad frame filling the doorway, eyes dark with something that made your heart skip. before you could say a word, he stepped forward, pushing you back into the bathroom and kicking the door shut behind him.

"jey? what are you—" you started, widening your eyes in that innocent way you'd perfected. your hands fluttered nervously at your sides as you backed up against the sink.

"don't play with me," he growled, voice rough as he locked the door with a decisive click. "you know exactly what you been doin' all night."

you tilted your head, adjusting your glasses with one finger. "i don't know what you mean," you whispered, the lie tasting sweet on your tongue as you hopped up onto the sink counter in one fluid motion.

jey's eyes narrowed, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. "three years," he said, stepping closer. "three years of you doin' this shit."

you leaned back slightly, letting your knees fall open. the pleated skirt rode up your thighs, revealing more of the orange stockings and the garter belt holding them up. with deliberate slowness, you spread your legs wider, watching his expression change as he caught sight of your thong—the thin orange string barely visible between your swollen lips, the fabric darkened with your wetness.

"oh," you breathed out, as if just realizing your position. "is this too much?" you asked, voice dripping with fake concern while your fingers played with the hem of your skirt, lifting it higher.

jey's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes locked between your legs. "you soaked through em," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "this what you been hidin' under that skirt all night?"

you bit your lower lip, blinking up at him through your lashes. "i didn't think anyone would notice," you said softly, shifting your hips forward until you were perched right on the edge of the sink. the movement caused the thin string of your thong to disappear further between your folds.

"fuck," jey breathed, moving closer until he stood between your spread legs. his large hands came to rest on your thighs, just above the stockings. the heat of his palms burned through your skin. "you know what you doin' to me, mama? you know how hard it's been keepin' my hands off you?"

you shook your head, maintaining that wide-eyed expression even as you reached for his wrist, guiding his hand higher up your thigh. "i'm just being friendly," you asked. "isn't that what friends do, jey?"

jey's laugh was dark, disbelieving. his fingers tightened on your thighs as they slid under your skirt. his thumb brushed against the soaked fabric of your thong, making you gasp despite yourself.

"just bein' friendly, huh?" he asked, voice rough as his thumb circled your clothed clit, feeling how wet you were through the thin material. "this how you greet all yo lil friends?"

your thighs trembled as he applied more pressure, the rough pad of his thumb sending sparks through your body. you fought to maintain your character, but your breathing was becoming ragged.

"i—i don't know what you mean," you whispered, your voice catching as he hooked one finger under the string of your thong, pulling it aside to expose you fully to him. the cool air of the bathroom hit your wet center, making you shiver.

jey's eyes darkened as he looked down at you, spread open on the bathroom counter. "so fuckin' pretty," he muttered, his finger tracing your entrance without pushing in.

"you been teasin' me for years with this innocent act. makin' me think i was the dirty one for wantin' you."

you blinked up at him, adjusting your glasses again. "is that what you think i'm doing?" you asked softly, even as you pushed your hips forward, seeking more contact with his fingers.

"i think," jey said, finally sliding one thick finger inside you, making you gasp, "that you ain't nearly as innocent as you pretend to be."

a whimper escaped your lips as his finger curled inside you, finding that spot that made your toes curl inside your mary janes. your pussy clenched around him, already leaking down his knuckles as he worked you open.

"j-jey," you gasped, your voice high and breathy. the sound echoed off the bathroom tiles, mixing with the wet sounds of his finger moving in and out of your dripping heat.

"damn, you wet as fuck, mama." he growled, adding a second thick finger alongside the first, stretching you in the most delicious way. "this pussy cryin' for me."

the stretch burned in the best way, your walls fluttering around the intrusion as you tried to adjust to his size. even just his fingers were bigger than anything you'd had inside you before, and the knowledge that this was just the beginning had your heart racing.

you couldn't help the desperate little mewls that fell from your lips as he pumped his fingers deeper, your slick coating his hand and dripping onto the counter beneath you. each thrust of his fingers made a obscene squelching sound that should've embarrassed you, but only turned you on more.

"how many times?" jey asked, his voice rough as he scissored his fingers inside you. "how many times you played this little innocent act to get fucked, huh? all them sweet smiles and big eyes behind these glasses. bet you do this shit all the time."

you couldn't answer, too lost in the sensation of his thick fingers stretching you open. your head fell back against the mirror with a soft thud, a long, broken moan tearing from your throat as he pressed against your g-spot.

"god, please," you whimpered, abandoning all pretense as your hips began to move of their own accord, fucking yourself on his fingers. your glasses slipped down your nose as you writhed, chasing the pleasure his fingers were giving you.

"that's it," jey encouraged, his free hand gripping your hip to steady you as you rode his fingers. "look at you, fuckin' yourself on my hand like you been needin' this. all that innocent shit? nah, you a freak, baby girl."

your pussy clenched tighter around his fingers at his words, more wetness gushing out around them. the counter beneath you was slick with your arousal now, the evidence of how badly you wanted him impossible to hide.

"only for you," you managed to gasp out between moans, your hips working faster. "only ever wanted you to see me like this."

jey's eyes darkened at your confession, his fingers curling more deliberately inside you. "yeah? this pussy been waitin' for me all this time?"

"y—yes," you stuttered, not bothering to hide the desperation in your voice anymore. "t—three years, jey. three fucking years of wanting you to see through it."

a growl rumbled from his chest as he leaned forward, his lips finally capturing yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. his tongue pushed past your lips, claiming your mouth the way his fingers were claiming your pussy. you moaned into the kiss, your hands flying up to tangle in his hair, holding him close.

jey tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, the gentle scrape making her gasp into his mouth. he sucked the plump flesh between his lips, savoring the sweet taste of her lip gloss mixed with tequila. her glasses had fogged up from their heavy breathing and the heat between the two of them, sliding down her nose as she writhed against his hand.

"can't even see me, can you?" he chuckled, his thumb brushing your cheek as he carefully pushed your glasses back up your nose. the world came back into focus—jey's face inches from yours, his eyes dark with want, lips slightly swollen from kissing you.

she was close—so close—her thighs trembling against his hips, pussy clenching rhythmically around his thick fingers. just a few more strokes and she'd fall apart. but then, without warning, jey slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving her empty and aching.

"wha—why did you stop?" she whimpered, hips chasing his hand.

jey stepped back slightly, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean with a groan that made her clench around nothing. "damn, girl. you taste sweet as fuck."

the bathroom lights shifted from blue to purple to pink, casting different colored shadows across their bodies. the changing leds made everything feel dreamlike, surreal, as if they were suspended in some alternate reality where the outside world couldn't touch them.

"show me them piercings," he demanded suddenly, eyes dropping to your chest where your nipples were visibly hard beneath your polo. "been drivin' me crazy all night, seein' them through your shirt."

heat rushed to your face at his words. you hadn't realized he'd noticed them. a sinister smile adorned your face and with trembling fingers, you reached for the hem of your polo and push-up bra, pulling both up in one swift motion to expose your breasts.

the orange pumpkin barbells glinted in the changing light as it shifted from purple to a deep red.

"fuck," jey breathed, his eyes fixed on your exposed chest. "pretty ass nipples."

his large hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive piercings. the touch sent electricity down your spine, making you arch into his hands.

without warning, jey leaned down and took one pierced nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking the metal bar before his teeth gently closed around it. he tugged slightly, the sensation making you hiss as pleasure-pain shot through you.

"jey," you moaned, your head falling back against the mirror as he alternated between them, giving each equal attention. the gentle suction followed by the sharp bite of his teeth had you trembling, your thighs spreading wider as if begging for more.

he tugged at one piercing with his teeth, harder this time, the sweet sting making your back arch off the mirror. your pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for something to fill it.

"pretty ass," he growled against your skin, his hand squeezing the nipple his mouth wasn't attending to. "should've shown me these piercings years ago."

with one final harsh tug that had you crying out, he released your nipple and surged upward, his mouth capturing yours in a hungry kiss. his tongue pushed past your lips, exploring your mouth with the same thoroughness he'd shown your breasts. your glasses fogged up instantly from the heat between you, the world going blurry as you surrendered to the sensation.

before you could catch your breath, jey's strong hands gripped your waist, lifting you off the counter with ease. he spun you around, bending you over the sink so quickly you had to brace yourself against the sink. the coolness pressed against your heated skin as you looked up, catching a glimpse of your reflection—flushed cheeks, fogged glasses, lips swollen from his kisses.

"jey, what are you—" you started, but your words dissolved into a gasp as you felt him drop to his knees behind you. his rough hands pushed your skirt up, bunching it around your waist to fully expose your ass and the thin orange thong that barely covered you.

"fuck, look at this shit. all wet for me." he growled, his large hands spreading your cheeks apart. you felt him hook a finger under the string of your thong, pulling it to the side to expose your dripping center to his hungry gaze.

you whimpered, pushing your ass back, silently begging for more. the first swipe of his tongue had your knees buckling, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. jey's strong grip on your hips kept you in place as he licked a long stripe from your clit all the way to your entrance.

"oh my god," you cried out, your fingers curling against the sink counter. the sensation of his hot tongue against your sensitive flesh was almost too much to bear. "jey, please!"

his tongue flattened against your entrance, gathering your wetness before plunging inside. the muscle was thick and strong as it pushed past your tight ring, exploring your walls with deliberate strokes. your legs trembled as he tongue-fucked you, his face buried between your cheeks, nose pressing against your ass while he worked his tongue deeper

"oh f-fuck," you whimpered, pushing back against his face. your glasses slipped down your nose as you looked at your reflection, watching yourself come undone as jey ate you from behind.

he growled against your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. his tongue curled inside you, lapping at your walls, tasting every inch he could reach. the wet sounds of his mouth working against your dripping center echoed off the bathroom tiles—obscene slurping noises that should've embarrassed you but only turned you on more.

"jey, please," you begged, not even sure what you were asking for. "please, i can't—"

your glasses slipped down your nose as you looked at your reflection, watching yourself come undone as jey ate you from behind. he groaned, briefly pulling back only to spit directly onto your entrance before diving back in.

the action made your pussy clench around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal coating his chin. "you like that nasty shit right, mama?"

your only response was a broken moan as his tongue thrust back inside you, fucking in and out at a relentless pace. his hands gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them wider so he could get even deeper. the position left you completely exposed, your thong still pulled to the side, the cool bathroom air hitting your wet skin wherever his mouth wasn't.

jey's tongue retreated, only to be replaced by two thick fingers plunging into your soaked entrance. you cried out at the sudden stretch, your walls clenching around the intrusion. your stockings were stained with your own arousal now, dark patches forming where your juices had run down your legs.

"look at that," he stood tall, scissoring his fingers inside you while his tongue lapped at your clit. "playin' games all night and shit. you been needin' this bad, huh?"

"oh fuck, oh fuck," you chanted, your hips working back against his face of their own accord. "jey, i'm gonna—"

"no you ain't," jey growled, suddenly pulling his fingers out. before you could protest the loss, you heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle jangling, followed by his zipper sliding down. "been teasin' me all night with that innocent shit. now you gonna stay right here and take this dick, like i know you can."

you felt something hot and thick press against your entrance, so much bigger than his fingers had been. your breath caught in your throat as you felt the broad, blunt head of his cock nudge against your soaked folds.

"jey, wait—" you started, suddenly nervous at the size you felt pressing against you. but jey was done waiting.

in one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her walls beyond anything she'd ever felt before. the sudden intrusion tore a broken cry from her throat, loud enough to be heard over the muffled music outside.

jey's hand shot forward, clamping over her mouth as he leaned over her back. "shhh," he hissed in her ear. "whole damn roster out there. you want 'em all knowin' i'm in here stretchin' you out? hm?"

his palm pressed firmly against her lips, muffling her moans as he started to move. his other hand gripped her ass cheek, spreading her open so he could watch his thick shaft disappear inside her with each thrust.

your pussy fluttered around his length, adjusting to his size as he held himself still inside you. he pulled back slowly until just the tip remained inside, then slammed forward again, burying himself deeper this time. your muffled cry vibrated against his palm as he began to establish a rhythm, each thrust forcing him deeper until he was fully seated inside you, his balls slapping against your clit.

"shit, girl," he groaned, his hips picking up speed. "grippin' me like you tryna milk it or sum."

her knees buckled as he hit a spot deep inside that made stars explode behind her eyelids. only jey's strong grip on her hip kept her upright as he pounded into her from behind. each thrust pushed her against the cold sink, her nipples dragging against the marble counter through her bunched-up polo. his hand spreading your open moved, giving you a few harsh smacks against your ass.

"look at you," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "takin' this dick so good. where all that innocent shit now, huh?"

you couldn't answer, could only moan against his hand as he fucked into you with powerful strokes. your knees buckled with a particularly deep thrust, but jey's strong arm around your waist kept you upright, impaled on his cock.

"nah, don't be fallin' now," he grunted, adjusting his stance to thrust up into you at a new angle that had your eyes rolling back in your head. "look straight ahead, mama. want you to see yourself gettin' fucked."

you forced your eyes open, meeting your own gaze in the mirror. the sight was filthy and perfect—your glasses crooked, your orange polo pushed up over your breasts, your skirt bunched around your waist while jey pounded into you from behind.

the sight of yourself in the mirror—so wrecked, so desperate—sent another wave of arousal flooding through you. your pussy clenched around jey's thick length, walls fluttering as he drove into you with relentless force.

the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom, mixing with your whimpers and jey's deep grunts. your juices had soaked through the garter belt now, running down to pool at your knees. the velma costume that had started this whole thing was completely ruined—your polo bunched up around your armpits, your skirt hiked to your waist, orange stockings stained dark with your arousal.

"look how wet you are for me," he groaned, one hand reaching around to spread your folds wider, exposing your swollen clit to the cool bathroom air. "drippin' all over the damn floor."

your inner muscles rippled along his length, massaging him from base to tip as he drove into you. you made sure to squeeze your pussy around him when he drove in. jey had never felt anything like it—the way your body seemed made for him, the way your walls pulsed and quivered, drawing him deeper with each thrust.

jey reached between your legs, gathering some of your slick on his fingers before bringing them to your mouth.

"taste yourself, mama." he commanded, pushing his fingers past your lips. "taste how sweet this pussy is for me." you moaned around his fingers, sucking them clean as he continued to pound into you from behind.

his fingers slipped from your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting them to your lips as he withdrew. you were close—so close—but the angle was starting to strain your back.

suddenly he was moving, lifting you away from the sink. his arm wrapped around your waist as he carried you the few steps to the toilet. with his free hand, he flipped down the lid and sat down, positioning you on his lap with your back against his chest

"c'mere," he commanded reaching to slap your ass again, his dick standing tall and glistening with your juices. "want you t'ride me. face that way."

his hands gripped your waist, helping guide you down onto his length. the new position had you sinking deeper than before, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"fuck," you gasped as he bottomed out inside you, the new angle hitting spots that made your vision blur behind your fogged-up glasses.

jey's thick thighs tensed beneath you as he started to bounce his legs, the motion causing you to rise and fall on his cock without having to move yourself. his hands kept you steady as he controlled the pace, one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand snaked around to find your clit.

"oh god," you cried out as he reached around, his fingers finding your swollen clit. he rubbed slow circles against the sensitive bud while you bounced on his lap, your pussy stretching around his thickness with each movement.

"that's it, mama," he growled against your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. "take this dick."

his free hand moved up to your chest, finding the pumpkin barbells that adorned your nipples. he tugged at one piercing, the slight pain mixing with pleasure and sending jolts straight to your core. your pussy clenched around him in response, drawing a deep groan from his chest.

his rough fingers worked your clit in tight circles while his other hand tugged at your nipple piercing, creating a perfect storm of sensation that had you teetering on the edge.

"j-jey, i'm gonna—" you gasped, your thighs starting to tremble uncontrollably.

"yeah, that's it," he growled against your ear, his hips snapping up to meet your downward movements. "cum all over this dick. show me how bad you been needin' it."

that was all it took. your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your entire body seizing as pleasure exploded from your core and radiated outward. your pussy clamped down on jey's cock, fluttering wildly around his thickness as waves of ecstasy pulsed through you.

"fuck, fuck, FUCK—" you started to scream, but jey's hand shot up, clamping firmly over your mouth as your cries grew louder. his palm pressed hard against your lips, muffling the sounds that would have surely alerted everyone at the party to what was happening in the bathroom

your pussy spasmed violently around him, muscles contracting and releasing in rapid pulses that seemed to grip and milk his cock with each wave. wetness gushed from you, soaking his lap and dripping down him as your release flooded out around his thickness.

your body went limp against his chest, but jey wasn't done with you. he gently lifted you off his dick, spinning her around to face him. before you could protest, he stood up, one hand tangled in your hair as he guided you to your knees in front of him.

"open up, mama" he commanded, his hand working his slick length. your lips parted obediently, tongue sticking out as you looked up at him through your glasses.

his strokes became faster, more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants. with a deep groan, he came, thick ropes of white painting your face. some landed on her outstretched tongue, but most splashed across your cheeks and glasses, crooked and clouded on your dazed face.

you blinked up at him, tongue still extended, cum dripping down your face onto your orange polo. jey's chest heaved as he looked down at you.

you swallowed what had landed on your tongue, the taste somehow perfect. your glasses were completely fogged now, streaked with his release, making everything look like a dream. the bathroom felt like it was spinning slightly, the colored lights continuing their slow cycle through the rainbow

jey reached for the paper towels, tearing off a few sheets. his touch was gentle as he cleaned your face, careful not to press too hard against your tender skin.

"shit is crazy," he laughed, his voice softer now, almost tender. "whole roster gone know what we been doin'."

you stayed on your knees, watching him through your ruined glasses as he cleaned you up. your legs felt too shaky to trust standing just yet. the velma costume was completely destroyed—polo stretched and wrinkled, skirt twisted around your waist, stockings run with tears from where his fingers had gripped too tight.

"my glasses," you whispered, reaching up to touch the frames that sat crooked on your nose.

jey carefully removed them, holding them under the faucet to rinse away the evidence. the water ran clear as he cleaned the lenses, his movements precise and caring. when he was satisfied, he gently placed them back on your face, adjusting them until they sat properly.

"there," he said, his thumb stroking your cheek, "think you can stand?" he asked, offering you his hands.

you nodded, though your legs still felt like jelly. his strong grip helped pull you to your feet, and you immediately had to grip the sink counter for support. your inner thighs were sticky with your own release, and you could feel the soreness already setting in from how thoroughly he'd stretched you and the smacks against your ass.

jey tucked himself back into his pants, buckling his belt with practiced ease. meanwhile, you tried to make yourself presentable—pulling your bra and polo back down, smoothing your skirt over your hips.

but there was no hiding what had happened. your hair was a mess, your lipstick completely gone, and that satisfied glow and smirk on your face was impossible to conceal.

you won.

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heyyyyy! here’s kinktober starting early 😭😭😭 but my new glasses came in, and i decided i wanted to be velma for halloween…so yea.

i took a small break. can’t lie. that chat gpt comment really got to me. and oddly enough, i’ve seen 4 more writers get the same accusation. interesting...

but ik im a great writer. and i have sm fun on here with yall. anyways. reblog, and comment! i love reading them <3 also my asks are back on! slide in!!

-cleo.

[yesimwriting]

Normalcy

A/n deadpool and wolverine drabble bc the movie was a little too good

Summary: Still reeling from the loss of your powers, you struggle to hold it together inside the TVA's void. Thankfully, you find an uncharacteristically peaceful distraction in your old friend Deadpool and in the wolverine variant who wants nothing to do with you.

Warnings/info: reader is a (former) avenger (bc i love the avengers <3), reader is described as having similar powers to wanda and having trained with her (bc i love wanda), implied beginning of an accidental love triangle if you squint ig, maybe too much lore for a drabble (?), me writing for characters for the first time so be nice 😭

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The lines etched into your palms do not bend and twist to spell out secrets, there are no messages worth decoding pressed into your skin. Knowing this is not enough to stop you from staring at your hands like if you could just think about it hard enough...

"There you are, Peanut." The words are so warm you're briefly pulled out of your internal angst. You straighten, head lifting slightly and arms crossing in front of your chest. "Thought I lost you."

Wade continues forward until he's directly in front of you. He pauses, watching you with an unabashed openness that you'd only ever allow him to get away with. "Kidding," he tries, "I'd never lose you."

The familiarity of the casual affection eases you further, the corner of your mouth tugging itself upwards. "I was like 15 feet away from you."

"Sorry for caring." It's his go to comeback when it comes to defending the displays of affection you have the audacity to find overdramatic.

You blink, lips parting despite your lack of response. The world has felt a little slower these last few days, moving at a pace that leaves you with no choice but to reflect. Maybe it's the void.

"Hey," his voice feels a little flatter without his usual humor, "Are you okay?"

You let out a breath, shocked by this new low. Sure, you've known Wade for awhile and you've both seen each other through plenty of stages, but he's never felt the need to attempt a genuine pep talk for you. He's never struck you as the pep talk sort...for anyone. Do you really seem that off?

It's bad enough that your identity crisis has stolen the abilities that would have helped your trio pop out of the void with no real fanfare, you can't also make your insecurities everyone else's problem. "Yeah." The response doesn't feel convincing, but with Wade wearing the Deadpool mask, it's hard to be sure. "Just y'know...we're in a void and our reality might be ripped apart, so I've been better."

He's still watching you with a level of focus that's unnerving. You've gotten used to his familiarity, his lack of care for personal space or the social rules around watching people. "You're doing it again."

"Seducing you with my ability to have a heart to heart while looking this good in my suit?"

You sigh in an attempt to dismiss your slight smile. Happy or sad, superhero that once fought Thanos or regular person that can't regulate their emotions, Wade always treats you the same. "The staring thing. You said you'd stop."

"No, you said I'd stop." The correction is a return to what you're used to. He takes a step towards you, his proximity now forcing you to tilt your chin up slightly to look him in the eye. "I'd never promise to look at you less."

"Comforting."

He angles his chin downwards, making the limited distance feel more significant. "I thought so." For a moment, he's quiet in a way that doesn't feel very him. "Are you sure you're...good?" His hesitance is another reminder that this is far out of his element. "I know this is your first..." Wade's rarely careful, only ever treading lightly on the one subject you never want to bring. "Outing, since..."

"I lost my powers."

Wade goes quiet again. If this conversation is as inevitable as it seems, a part of you wishes it could have come up elsewhere. Maybe in your shared apartment, definitely without the mask so you could better interpret his reactions. It's not often you keep secrets from him, but the hollowness you feel knowing the part of yourself you've lost isn't something you can just share.

It's more than just about missing your party tricks, it's about losing a part of yourself. They were all that was left of your time with the Avengers, of what Wanda taught you before Westview.

He lets out a breath. "They're not lost." You raise your eyebrows slightly, giving him a look meant to caution him against sympathetic optimism. "We don't know that."

He seems so happy to be able to tell you that there's no proof that any and all magical abilities have been flushed out of your system, you don't have it in you to remind him that that's mainly because you have no one to ask. What's left of the Avengers and your government connections either barely understand what you were or are untrustworthy.

"Educated wish?"

His mask muffles a slight gasp. You press your lips together in an attempt to resist smiling. "The last one worked out great."

Your eyebrows pull together skeptically, a reminder that the two of you are still technically in the middle of the last educated wish he attempted to speak into existence. "Didn't Wolverine stab you multiple times--"

He cuts you off with a heavy sigh. "If I took getting stabbed personally, do you know where we'd be?"

In a reality where Wade holds grudges over those kinds of things, you wouldn't be anything to each other, except maybe enemies. You've never pulled a knife or sword or anything sharp on him, but when you first met he did startle you before you had a total grip on your abilities, which resulted in him getting thrown through a wall.

"I never stabbed you."

His hand finds your shoulder. You let him drag his thumb against against the fabric of your suit. "And that's how I know you really love me, Peanut."

You roll your eyes in an attempt to dislodge the warmth that settles in the pit of your stomach. The last thing Wade needs is encouragement. "I mean, I do go around stabbing everyone I like less than you."

He lets out a sound that feels like a scoff attempting to mask itself as a dry laugh. "There's the sense of humor that'd hurt me if I knew you less."

"Well--"

He squeezes your shoulder, "I know you." Okay. You'll let him have this one because maybe there's some truth to what he's saying. "I'm going to go check on the car, because a fucking Honda Odyssey would break down on us for no reason before we got to the fight."

"For no reason or because of the bitch fight you and Wolverine had in it?"

There's a beat of silence in which all you can do is try to imagine Wade's expression behind the mask. You'd like to think that he's smiling. "Oh, Pumpkin." He sighs as if you've stumbled onto saying something terribly naive. "It wasn't a bitch fight, it was awesome, and probably turned you on."

You deadpan a flat, "You caught me." He hasn't let go of your shoulder, and a part of you is oddly glad for it. "I'd offer you help with the car, but..."

You're self aware enough to acknowledge your strengths and weaknesses, car maintenance being the latter. Wade doesn't even let you get your oil changed by yourself anymore.

"I've met you." He squeezes your shoulder again, the gesture weirdly stabilizing. "Give me 15 minutes to actually look at the car and then I'm all yours."

Wade lets go of you, his arm falling to his side. "Aren't you always?"

He lets out an exaggerated gasp. "You're making me feel cheaper than my usual rate, Peanut."

You smile as he turns away. Things are always a little easier with Wade. It's more than just distraction, it's his way of making things feel a little lighter. You're not sure what to do with your 15 minutes of solitude to avoid falling back into self pity.

You originally broke away from the group of void trapped heroes under the premise of needing fresh air, but even here, with the expansive, sparsely wooded area at your disposal, the oxygen in your lungs still feels flat. If Wanda were around, you'd be able to ask if she felt the strangeness of this other plane of existence as well. At least then you'd know if your dislike of the void is only mental or an actual sign of life from your abilities.

You begin to walk forward, hoping to shed all thoughts of both your former self and the eeriness of this other world. There are other people you could talk to you. The others have been polite enough, or at the very least, passionate enough to be talked into facing Cassandra.

The trees you've been wandering through grow in their sparsity, the edge of the woods revealing a patch of grassland highlighted by a fire's warm glow. You squint past the tree line, attempting to make out the figure sitting in front of the flames. Wolverine.

Secluded from the group and staring at a campfire. Surprising. Though, you guess it's not fair to judge him too harshly, you left the group to brood as well.

He doesn't like you, doesn't know you well enough to dislike you, but it took him no time to find a way to get around that. Maybe it's your proximity to Wade. You've done your best to take his hostility as un-personally as possible. You've seen enough people you really care about go through the guilt ridden, fallen hero thing to know how deep that kind of hurt runs.

You've never known a Wolverine or Logan Howlett variant, so you have no way of knowing what he was like before. Sure, you've heard stories, but you're also overly aware of how the media can twist and turn those stories to fit their narrative. One day, a superhero is the world's greatest protector, and the next their the greatest menace. Maybe he was always a little dark, or maybe he wasn't.

"Don't just stand there." The gruffness of his voice startles you more than it should.

Heat crawls up your neck, a part of you more embarrassed than you should be. You weren't lurking, or at the very least, you weren't trying to.

You sigh as you abandon the safety of the tree line. "Sorry." He turns his head away from the fire. "I wasn't--I was just walking."

He's quiet for such a long moment you almost expect him to not respond at all. "Without your shadow?"

Wow, only a halfhearted dig at Wade. You must have caught him in a good mood. "Friend, and he's looking at the car. I'd be looking at the car with him, but I figured the odds for tomorrow are bad enough as is."

Another uneasy stretch of silence. "Yeah." There's not much, if anything, to take from the comment. "If you're here to convince me to go with you guys tomorrow--"

"I'm not." It's an honest answer. You had been walking around aimlessly and happened to stumble onto him. "I'm not into the pep talk thing." He scoffs, the sound lacking in genuine aggression. "What?"

He lifts his gaze from the fire, his eyes settling on some point past the horizon. "I thought you were an Avenger."

You're not sure what bugs you more, the fact that he's so sure he has you all figured out or the implication that the Avengers spend their days encouraging each other instead of actually doing things. What the Avengers are--or maybe were--is so much more than that.

You step forward, further separating you from the cluster of trees. "The Avengers are about a lot more than that."

His attention briefly shifts onto you before returning to the flames. If the silence is meant to be dismissive, it doesn't feel that way. There's a patience there that doesn't suit his usual brooding.

"Do you care if I sit?" The question is forced out before you can overthink it. "I promise no inspirational speeches or small talk."

After a beat, he dips his chin downwards in a nod so subtle you would have missed it if you had been watching him any less carefully. You're more relieved by his acceptance than you should be, your feet carrying you towards the campfire.

You sit at a polite distance, knees bent in front of you. His silence seems to push against the void's sluggishness. Maybe the issue has been you fighting this world's momentum.

"Why are you with him?" You're not sure if you're more shocked by the question or the break in silence. When all you can do is blink, he continues, "You seem--" He subtly clears his throat, as if struggling to admit this next part, "Nice, normal."

Oh. If you had been focused, you likely would have got what he meant without the clarification. "I know Wade's a lot--especially to you." You place a hand against your knee, thinking about that very specific safety you only feel with Wade. You don't have to try at being anything, or worry about earning your keep in any capacity. "But once you get to know him, he's a good friend."

You look away from the fire pit in time to see the skeptical look Logan throws in your direction. "I'm serious." His expression doesn't change. "He um--after I stopped being important to everyone else, he still liked me ." This isn't the conversation you wanted to stumble onto, especially not with someone who you barely know and actively dislikes you. "That sounds kind of dumb, but the point is, he's loyal."

He turns his head back towards the fire. "You always call him by his name." The observation is so stiff you'd consider it hesitant if it came from anyone else.

You've never thought much about Wade's name. Part of it is familiarity, and the rest of it is a force of habit. Even when you were with the Avengers, you preferred using actual names when off duty. It's easier to separate the mask from the person beneath it when you make an active effort to.

You shrug. "I'm not into off duty superhero names, Wolverine."

He falls silent again. You concentrate on the flames, the way they illuminate the world around you. "You can--" He cuts himself off, attention never wavering from the fire. "You can call me Logan, if you want."

An unsteady warmth roots itself in your chest. You didn't expect any sort of kinship between you and the wolverine Wade stole from some other timeline beyond him occasionally accepting your attempts at creating peace between him and Wade.

"Okay," you focus on keeping your tone measured, avoiding any emotions that might startle him, "Logan."

There's no tension in the quiet that follows. You let the minutes pass until you're certain that Wade's waiting for an interruption disguised as an attempt to help. "I should go, Wade's probably waiting for me."

You push yourself to stand. You let yourself glance at him one last time before turning towards the trees you emerged from.

[lostinlovingrevery]

hi!! im here to beg for a logan comfort fic lmao. Just need some good ole Logan being a softie and doing his best to cheer me up after it feels like everything in my life is going wrong lol

tysm i love ur work u write some delicious logan fics

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Logan Howlett X Reader

It's been a rough time, and Logan does his best to make you feel better

A/N: Logan being a softie when he usually acts like a tough guy is the best thing ever....I hope this cheers you up!!! Also I used worst logan but you could prob picture any Logan...and thank you!! I love your work too <3 For anyone who needs it, bad times aren't forever! Take it day by day, and remember to do little things for yourself to enjoy, whether it's making sure you drink water, or buying that treat, or taking a nap. Your life is and always moving towards something better <3

Warnings: Fluff! Logan nearly sets the kitchen on fire, depression, softie logan

"Babe?"

Logan's voice called out to you as he stepped into your home. He noticed signs that you were home, unusual for you since you were usually at work. Your shoes discarded by the door, your keys hung up on the decorative hooks shaped like a lotus flower.

Worry hit him as he walked through, wondering what was wrong for you to be home so early. He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, something he picked up to surprise you on the way home- a strange feeling he had when he saw the florist shop. The bouquet was all your favorite flowers, and he knew it'd make you smile when you see them.

He reached your bedroom, pushing the door on it to find you bed, some princess movie was playing on the tv, while you were wrapped in a blanket in bed, your curtains pulled shut shrouding you in darkness.

"Hey." He greets. You looked at him, an unhappy frown set across your face, your eyes looked tired and dejected. "Hey baby, whats wrong?" His voice turned soft as he walked over to you. He moved to sit on the bed next to you.

"It's just....Been a bad day. Didn't feel like working or doing anything." You shuffled a bit in your spot, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

He was silent a moment as he observed you. Then lifted the bouquet in his hand. Your eyes brightened a moment when you saw them, hands reaching out to take them.

"Thank you Lo..." You say softly as you cradled the flowers. "They're beautiful."

He settled completely on the bed, his arm wrapping around you and pulled you into his side, gently taking the bouquet back and setting it on the bedside table. You melted into him, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"You already know." You say softly. He nods, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

It had been a tough couple of months for you. You've been going through it lately, feeling as if it will never stop, thing after thing happening and pushing you to the edge of just barely holding it together.

"Y'know baby I..." He trailed off as he tries to find the right words. Logan always considered himself bad at this, at comfort. Never seeming to know what the right words were to say. He certainly shared his fair share of trouble, complications, loss. "I know it's rough right now... You're still here though, right?"

"Yeah." You say softly, your head resting on his shoulder.

"It'll pass I mean...It won't be easy no but I'm here for you and... We'll take it day by day. This ain't the first time things got rough, and you got through that."

"I'm just so tired." You let out a breath,

"I know." He says. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "You've been damn strong getting through everything."

"It feels like it'll never lighten up."

"I..." He stopped. "I know this is corny but...It will. Believe I've been where you are, I've been through it. Fuck I never thought I'd get anything sort of peace or..." He looked at your closed curtains, noticing the small beams of sunlight streaming through the crack. "Sunshine..." He turned his head to look down at you, bringing his hand up to your chin, so you'd look up at him. "Then I met you."

Your downtrodden expression softened, a small quiver of your lips. "Really?"

He smiled. "Yeah baby. Couldn't tell you the last time I've been this happy. I consider myself damn lucky to have someone like you in my life." He reached up to brush some hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. "You ain't going through this alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need."

You nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, but he turned to capture your lips, in which a small smile grew as he kissed you.

"I know you'll get through this." He repeats again as you part. "We'll take it day by day, for now. Alright?"

"Okay." You nodded looking up at him.

"So, you wanna keep watching this?" He nods to the movie. It looked like Cinderella. "You uh...What they call it, binge-watching?"

"I am. They just make me feel better. I know you're not super into these so we can cha-"

"Nah. Lets watch em." He says. "They're not so bad anyway..." He adjusted himself on the bed, laying further back, with your curled into his side comfortably. His hand wrapped around you softly pushed under your blanket armor, as he scratched up and down your arm in a soothing motion, occasionally coming up to your shoulder, and along your jaw, tracing it gently as if he was memorizing the shape and feeling of the curve of your body.

The gentleness of his touch, the firmness of him besides you lured you quickly into sleep as you became relaxed. Your mind settled into words, you napped in the safety of his arms.

Only to be rudely awakened by a fire alarm. Your eyes shot open as you sat up in confusion, the rapid beeping coming from the hall made you jump out of bed. You hadn't noticed Logan wasn't at your side anymore, walking past the tv as it was playing another princess movie, one Logan must have put on even after you fell asleep.

You ran out, looking up at the smoke detector and noticing a small haze in the hallway. You grabbed a broom in the closet, using it to set the detector off before going to the kitchen to figure out the source of the smoke.

Logan stood there, attempting to put out a small flame with the lid of a pan, and a box of baking soda in the other hand. The kitchen slightly messy, with ingredients strewn along the counter, baking soda spilled on the floor, and a sink of messy dishes. Your flowers he got you earlier though was set nicely in a vase full of water- the only thing not a mess in the kitchen.

"ah fuck!" Logan cursed under his breath, finally getting the flame out, before turning to you. You press your lips together at the sight of his disheveled figure. His hair a mess, and he wore your cooking apron with kiss the cook written on it, stained with various mysterious liquids. "I uh...Was trying to make your favorite dinner." He says quietly, a blush coming to his cheek.

"Um...I thought you were a decent cook?" You ask teasingly as you raise a brow.

"Yeah I...Thought I was too." He smiles with a fluster. "I got distracted, measured a few things wrong."

You giggled, walking over to take the baking soda from his hand. "How about we try it together?"

He grinned wider, a small nod of acceptance, and you leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss his nose.

You spent the rest of the evening cleaning the kitchen up, and restarting the recipe. You were able to properly show Logan how to make it- especially exactly the way you like it, for future purposes.

Logan put on music in the background, your favorite playlist that at this point he had memorized by heart with how often you listen to it. He diced some veggies, while you worked on cooking the main course.

It settle a layer of peace of you, as you focused on cooking and showing Logan the ropes of your favorite meal. It didn't make your worries disappear, but it gave you solace as you were able to enjoy some peace with him.

Maybe your worries would still be there, but at that moment, you could allow yourself to be with him.

He snuck up behind you while you were lost in thoughts, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close, as he nuzzles his face into your neck, making you giggle. He pressed a kiss into the shell of your ear, before rocking his body back and forth to the melody of the tune currently playing. His attachment to you made your body follow his movements.

"You know how much I love you?" He mumbles softly into your ear, his lips brushing over your skin. You leaned back into him, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. He brushed his lips over your cheek, keeping his hold on you. "Every things going to be okay bub. I promise." He whispers softly, as if to make sure only you heard it - because he meant it for you. Everything he does is for you.

You turned your body, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I love you too." You whispered, pecking his lips.

He pulled you away from the oven, as you both began slow-dancing in the kitchen. His hands rested on your hips, a comforting hold he kept on you, as if he was keeping you afloat from drowning under water. You finally leaned back in, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat.

The world felt awful, but at least he was there, to help you see the things that made life brighter.

[baphmochii]

Random Thought #3:

[Been a hot minute since I last wrote a random lil' thought onto my blog, ofc it's about our man Sal. This thought has been coming to mind.. A LOT lately and I'm kinda loving it, heh.]

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What if.. Sal had chest hair?

➤ To get this out off my chest, I don't think Sal would have a beard considering it doesn't make sense nor is it.. possible for him. I can see Sal having slight stuble on the none-scared part of his face (left side) like if he's too lazy to shave, haha.

➤ Hear me out.. Sal with chest hair, preferably much older Sally - around his mid or late twenties and so on. It's obvious his father (Henry) seems to be quite the hairy guy so maybe Sal inherited some of those genetics from his pops.

➤ Sal isn't overly hairy on his chest, not like werewolf levels of hairy, lol but was thinking as an example: Brahms Heelshire (The Boy). If anyone can see my vision with this and get a good understanding of it as well, thank you. I am horrid at trying to properly explain I'd have to flat out draw Sal with his mighty chest hair, lmao.

➤ Hairy man Sal just.. awakens something inside of me, y'know? Obviously, I can see him with some arm, leg, and underarm hair but the happy trail on that man and just something about Sal having a hairy chest drives me up a wall. (I HAVE to draw it).

➤ At first, Sal didn't care much for his hairy chest, thinking about shaving it off to have that smooth feel again but once you had told him how much you loved it on him - he quit shaving his chest. Sal loves the way you feel him up too, he finds it arousing yet comforting, he loves when you touch him whether it be his face or hands - the man loves your touch.

➤ Sal also finds it incredibly adorable how you'll shove your face in his chest, he loves when the two of you are cuddling and of course you're lying on top of him - face buried in his furry chest slightly dozing off while your arms are wrapped around him. Every so often he'll glance down at you, a smile on his handsome scared face as he rubs your back before turning his attention back to whatever he's watching on the television in your guy's shared bedroom.

➤ Now, I do not see young adult Sal (18-19) having much of a hairy chest, for my vision around these ages he doesn't start growing chest hair until he's hitting his twenties like some hairs here and there, if that makes sense. By the time this man is 26-30 and so on.. the mans.. GROWN ASS MAN. Larry kind of gets jealous a bit from it, older bro jealous that younger bro's got hairs on his chest (and bigger muscles lol) thought that'd be funny.

➤ Sal doesn't really take his shirt off often whether he's indoors or outdoors, I feel like it's every once in awhile when it's too hot or something. I feel like Sal would wear (obviously) his icon long sleeve shirt or a regular shirt or some tank he has lying around his room, the times he doesn't wear a shirt you can't really take your eyes off your man. I'll leave whatever thoughts you'd have of him to the imagination, lol.

➤ Regardless of his body type whether it's muscular or dad bod Sally with a hairy chest you'd still be all over him in a heartbeat, you'd be on him so much he'll have to keep a crowbar on him at all times to get you off of him when needed, lmao.

. . .

[That's all I got unfortunately.. it isn't the best random ass thought for tonight but.. it's something I suppose and I hardly see any Sal stuff on here anymore which makes me sad.. I wanna have more fics of my darling husband.]

[marchsfreakshow]

Coincidences [Tangerine]

Fluff

You subtly followed The Twins to Japan, just for a holiday. And you just so happen to get on the same train as them to Kyoto.

Your honour I love him, and he owns my soul. <3

Lmao. Idk. Take it pls. It's a bit short but too long to be a normal imagine.

No one's perspective.

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You had subtly followed your fiancé and his twin to Japan and on the train. Obviously, you went for the general sights and exploring. Tangerine didn't even notice that you had followed, he called you occasionally when you were in your hotel, just to check on you. Thank god it was silent in the hotel. He couldn't hear the familiar hustle and bustle of Japan that he had gotten used to while on the job.

You got on the train at a random station, barely paying attention to the world and the seeming chaos around you. Music in your earphones, and watching the night sky go past you. There was chaos in the train cars to the front and the back of you. Loud noises waving past your ears.

Despite your train car being decently empty, someone sat next to you. Oh..god. You squirmed slightly. Yet you could feel the eyes on you. "Darling?" The voice asked muffled. That voice sounded familiar. Looking over, you stared at Tangerine for a moment, then smiled like you hadn't just been caught by your fiancé on the same train he was.

"Ha...hi.. hey sweetie.." You stuttered out, going a bit red at the man sitting next to you.

"well what's god's green earth are you doing here love? I thought you were still at home doing wedding research."

"I am." I chuckled, holding your phone out to show Tangerine a Pinterest board filled with wedding ideas in your favourite colour. He just chuckled and kissed your cheek, placing an arm around your shoulder to pull you close. "I dunno... might've sneaked on your plane with you..just to grab a holiday in Japan."

"You, little shit.." a bit of laughter shared between you as Tangerine lightly grabbed your face and kissed you with a smile. "Just, be fuckin careful okay? That's some shit going down and i'd rather my fiancé doesn't get killed by some rude asshole who doesn't care for you."

"well I'm getting off at Kyoto.."

"Good. Me too sweetheart. When you get off, yeah, just immediately head for the train station exit and wait for me my love."

You nodded and kissed Tangerine eagerly, tasting the drying blood on his lips. Your hands resting on his chest as he brought you as close as possible. Obviously, that was difficult in two small train seats, but you made it work. "I love you. And I am genuinely so fucking glad you're here." Tangerine whispered, staring at you like you were the only thing worth a shit to come out of England.

"I love you more Lucille."

"Alright, there you are, i-" Lemon cut himself off, seeing you cuddled close to Tangerine and quickly enjoying eachother's company with the looming threat of death over the Twins heads. He took a moment to stare at you before sitting in the train seat opposite his brother. "Cherry. Good to see you? What are you doing here?" They called you Cherry whenever they wanted to talk to you but were out on a job. It was sort of cute since you never were the assassin type. But you liked it, and Tangerine definitely did too.

"Um...suprise?"

"My beloved, right here Lemon, decided to subtly follow us onto the plane to Japan. Take a little trip without telling us."

Lemon just smirked and huffed out a chuckle. "I am surprised you didn't follow us into the assassination line Cherry y'know? Sneaking around us like that without us noticing. Very clever."

His comment made you roll your eyes with a smirk, and rest your head on Tangerine's shoulder. "I've been looking at wedding ideas... What do you think of this?" You showed Lemon your Pinterest board, an overwhelming majority of wedding cakes, dresses and suits in the colour you adored more than anything. He nodded approvingly.

"I think i'd suit a suit that colour."

"You definitely would."

The three of you continued to natter about plans, and your excitement made everything you said set in stone for Tangerine. He loved seeing you smile, loved seeing the excitement light up your eyes by the night sky fleeting by.

That was until Ladybug went by. Lemon immediately glanced up at him, and you noticed Tangerine hesitating to get up. Since he immediately melted into your touches, getting used to your happiness again. Lemon instead got up, and started to follow the guy. You had no clue what was going on, but you knew it was a dangerous job. "Everything okay?"

"Nothing you should worry about my darling. You're too precious."

As much as you wanted to pry your fiancé for information, you figured it was best if you stayed quiet. "...can you still atleast stay here with me for a bit?"

"Course I can sweetheart."

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Tag: @american-horror-whore @r4fe-cam3ron

Not my regular taglist since this is a new character.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

So for new year cards...

Jack SSR is actually so cool; I like it. Malleus SSR is beautiful and all, but he really reminds me of a bride in forced marriage tropes. 😭

[Referencing the Twst JP Jan 2025 schedule!]

Finally, some good fucking food for Jack stans 😭 Port Fest feels like so long ago… fbjssbdjjs I feel like I can’t appreciate his design as much as others can. I’m not into the skintight undershirt on a character as buff as Jack is, and I'm confused as to why his gloves are... like that??? But!! I do like his fluffly little boa thing and how enthusiastic his pose is. You can tell he’s really putting his all into the New Year Sale~!

Malleus got another new hairstyle (any hairstyle that's different than his default one is a win in my book www)!! I think it's a well-liked look among his fans; I already saw so many people commenting that he looks like a love interest in a reborn as a villainess isekai or something to that effect.

I also saw some chatter around the thin fabric that Malleus seems to have over himself. A common joke is that it's a "wedding veil", but given the traditional Japanese clothes everyone is wearing for the new year, it's more likely also a Japanese article of clothing. A friend theorized that it's a 被衣 (kazuki/katsugi), a garment worn over the head that fully covers the body. These are mostly donned by noblewomen to cover their faces when they go out--and that sort of makes sense, given that Malleus himself is a noble. How demure and mindful... I thought the veil could also be a frost blanket (you know, to protect the budding flowers from the cold)?? But I'm not entirely sure right now; maybe the vignettes will give us more context!

A friend and I were speculating as to what flowers might be featured in the initial card art and the conclusion we came to was ume (plum) blossoms. The color and shape are similar, and they're a classic flower in winter anime. Something else I noticed was that the same flowers seem to appear in Sebek's New Year Attire from two years ago! If you compare Malleus and Sebek, you'll notice that the lighting is much warmer in Sebek's too. In fact, all previous SSR cards are pretty much like that, save for maybe Trey but at least Trey is shown to be in front of the shop. It really makes Malleus's card "stick out", since he's the only one that appears to be in a lonely and isolated location, just him and the plum blossoms.

On the subject of clothing worn by Japanese women! The same friend and I talked about Jamil's New Year Attire too. (Figured I'd throw this in here since I'm already talking about the other three 2025 New Year boys. Don't wanna leave him out, y'know??)

You can see that he has his hood up in the initial card artwork; my friend joked that Jamil's a newlywed. Why? Brides that choose to dress traditionally for their wedding days wear a wide white headdress/hood called a 角隠し (tsunokakushi), which covers an elaborate hairstyle like Jamils'/j. The "tsuno" (horns, as I'm sure you're all familiar with) in the name refers to the "horns of jealousy"; the tsunokakushi is meant to blanket the jealousy so she can enter her new married life at peace.

Of course, the shape, color, and context of the tsunokakushi is very different than what Jamil's got going on and the Twst team most likely did not intend for this comparison to be drawn, but I thought that this was interesting to share ^^ (*feeds Jamuil yumes this delulu cultural trivia*)

Aaaand let's close out with Floyd! The answer to his question is simple, actually. To put one's arm inside the kimono is just a very casual or relaxed way to pose. It suits Floyd and his attitude, doesn't it?

[ddollfface]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝙋𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Okay, right now I'm cooking up some more headcanons for Baki the Grappler men, but I just couldn't keep this idea cooking in my brain.

Throughout history, in multiple ancient civilizations, touching one's forehead with one's own has shown different means, all deep and personal. For example, the Maori, natives of New Zealand, have/had a formal greeting where one would press their nose and forehead against the other's forehead. This was a sign of respect and sharing a spiritual connection. Not only that, but in Ancient Egypt, it was a tradition for the Paraoh and High Priests to press their foreheads to the dead, sharing a spiritual link that would hopefully help the dead through the afterlife.

Honestly, the list goes on and on, just proving my point. No matter where you are in the world, it's clear that something about the closeness of the faces while in such a position is special, vulnerable even. And, I'd have to assume, this would carry through to times before human civilization, to a time when we were more animal than human, back to Pickle's time.

At this time, there was no such thing as verbal communication, rather than grunts and growls, so they (assuming that there were other cavewo/men during this time) had only physical communication to observe. Now, it's my belief that there was no such thing as polyamory during Pickle's time, instead, there was mating for life. You found your one, the person you'd raise a family with and protect. This is why Pickle takes your safety seriously, not letting any of the fighters within a ten-foot radius of you (likely more, if we're being honest).

There's no way he'll let any man near you. You're his mate, whether you understand that or not doesn't matter; the look in his eyes tells you enough, accepting that you have no say in the matter.

Besides that, I think that Pickle, seeing as he can't communicate verbally, would show his affection through his actions, providing food, warmth, and protection is his means of love. He'll curl his body around your, much smaller, frame and hold you tight, not letting you slip from his grip for a moment, far too afraid of losing you. He's much like a possessive puppy once his owner comes home, except he's far more deadly than some pup.

Back to the forehead thing, since Pickle can't say 'I love you,' he has to resort to other ways to say so. One of these ways, I think, would be pressing his forehead against yours, letting his eyes close shut, and bringing your body closer to his.

The two of you will be far closer than necessary, his arms wrapped around your head, his hold suffocating. Of course, Pickle will have to be on his knees, bending down to reach your level. The two of you will share air, inhaling the others' exhalations. Though uncomfortable, you admire and are astonished at how trusting Pickle is in you, seeing as his eyes are closed and his muscles loose. Everything about him screams comfortable, homey, and in love.

The action displays trust, exposing such a vulnerability would be dangerous in any situation, but Pickle trusts you, knowing you're his mate, the one person he can trust in this cruel world. He's been brought into this odd place, where nothing's the same, and he's constantly being introduced to new friends, but he's found you. Your presence allows him to relax and understand that, though he's in a new world, he has you, his mate. (I especially see this being true if reader's a reincarnation or was brought back with Pickle, y'know?)

And it does nothing but shock the other fighters, unable to comprehend how a monster of a man like Pickle could seem so calm, so at home, around someone like you (whether you're a cavewo/man, civilian, or fighter). It's incredible, the bond you two have for each other, how just a look from you can calm Pickle.

Anyway, it's just a thought, y'know?

divider by: @benkeibear

[rizzanon]

This just came to me bc I've read some Batfam-hallucinating-Jason-post-death fics and I couldn't help but think of how would it work with your neglected!Batsis series. I've also been binge-reading some Batfam stuff and rereading Undoing Fate (and a lil bit of your Batfam Febuarary bc help your writing is contagious aaaa), and I can't help but think of a lil prompt: Hallucination!Batsis. Like, after the overwhelming amount of guilt and regret, the family is gon have some cruel hallucinations about her like–

"*whistles* Now, that's gotta hurt. Y'know, you've put a lotta effort into finding and beating these guys than you've ever been as my brother, right? Even though you've known me first, but not enough as your little sister? Haha. It's funny. How people would suddenly miss you, even though they've hardly knew you at all..."

"What are you sulking around for, Jay? You've finally proved your point: that this lifestyle got me killed! Shouldn't you be happy about that?! Now, that you're right?? ...Haha. You're sad 'cause I'm dead? That's impossible. Ever since you came back, you've made it very clear when I was alive, Jay. I thought you would've been proud of me... But I guess that's all you see me as: a failure. Just like everyone else. Maybe it really is a good thing now that I'm dead... You wouldn't have to worry how much I'm such a liability."

"This is like, the nth time you've been visiting here and you still didn't have any flowers for me?? Who cares about my favorite flowers at this point, just bring flowers! Hey, I have an idea! You could just ask me! Oh, wait..."

"You're watching that again?? What's there to figure out about? That there's some mistake I've missed so you could get mad at me about it?? That it's my fault that I'm dead!? ...Haha. What does it matter anyway? You loved to pick apart the flaws in my work... and then scold me for not figuring it out sooner. Is that why you hate me, Tim? That I'm always falling behind?? Well, good for you 'cause I won't be around to mess things up again! Isn't that so nice?"

"...I know it's your way of showing how much you care... but I wish you've made it clear to me about how much I mean to you, Damian. Because maybe... Maybe I wouldn't be so ashamed to go to you for help."

Maybe this could also be a fear toxin thing?? I dunno, this idea just came to me when I was tryna s l e e p and then I can't stop thinking abt it, so I thought I'd share it with you XD

WAIT STOP THIS IS SO???? i can totally imagine this happening in the og universe, epecially if they’re being affected by fear toxin. reminds me of that one issue from nightwing 1996 (i think it’s #9-10 iirc)

[yanderes-galore]

Hi I see hazbin is still on top of your fandoms ; I was wondering what do you think poly between Blitzo and Stolas be like ? This could be a hc or this a ramble of your thoughts in general?

if you wanna go dark and toxic you can do ; cause me personally think their relationship isn’t the healthiest in the show ; love to hear your thoughts

if I read it wrong your not doing request you can ignore this , no worries , sorry about that , I got confused hahah

I am not a Stolitz fan... but I'll see what I can do.

Blitzø HCs

Stolas HCs

Yandere Blitzø + Stolas Sharing

Pairing: Romantic - Poly/Rivalry mentioned

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Coercion, Abuse of power, Clingy behavior, Mature themes mentioned, Toxic relationship dynamics, Stalking, Dubious relationship.

I definitely agree their relationship isn't going to be healthy.

Things are already kinda toxic between them and complicated.

Them wanting a third just sounds like more trouble.

Blitz is often absorbed in self-pity and tends to distract himself with intimacy.

Meanwhile Stolas is absorbed in the fantasy of what goes on in his relationship.

They're both rather unhealthy with their issues.

So... safe to say, you're going to have some issues with them.

Even more so when they're yandere.

Let me give a summary of how I view them in my previously written HCs.

Blitz is an obsessive stalker yandere who is fiercely protective/controlling of his obsession.

The moment you leave his sight, Blitz has a tendency to panic.

His whole life he's wanted that domestic sort of life with his obsession.

He craves connection, even if he originally tries to push you away.

But if you manage to stay despite what he says... then you have a clingy Imp on your hands.

Essentially, once attached he's hard to get rid of since he fears being alone.

Stolas has a similar fear... In fact, the two act rather similarly.

Stolas has always had a rose-tinted glasses view on relationships.

He's invested in soap operas and has always been rather lonely, forced into a marriage to a demon he doesn't enjoy.

I'd say Stolas is a delusional yet possessive yandere, one who craves the attention of the one he loves.

They're both rather clingy with a fear of being alone.

Which is probably one reason they're still trying to make this relationship work, they're all they have.

Well, until they meet you in these HCs.

To make things easier, I imagine you'd be an imp or succubus/incubus.

This allows Blitz someone to relate too yet also has you vulnerable enough in Hell's Hierarchy to be controlled.

I can see both of them being manipulative.

Perhaps one of them wanted to try the idea of a third... Y'know, to spice things up?

Only for the two of them to be surprisingly attached after a couple nights shared with you three.

Your bond originally just started out in the bedroom.

Stolas did it for Blitz's sake... but got used to you as you adapted to the two of them.

Essentially, I see the two getting a third by looking for a third bedroom partner... and realizing they have a connection to you.

While you originally thought the two would contact you just for a tryst or two...

You're surprised when they start asking for what essentially amounts to dates.

You're flustered but you humor them... They're no doubt masking it as hangouts.

When Blitz isn't busy, he snatches you away to get to know him.

When Stolas wants a break from Stella, he asks if you want to get together and talk.

I like to think the two share you with one on one time.

They aren't jealous of you... they could always just hang out with each other.

Yet the two also enjoy just trading you between each other.

The two are careful with ensnaring you.

They know they both want to keep you, so they try to get you attached.

Stolas probably buys you gifts, sometimes intimate in nature.

Blitz is often the one to hound you for nights on the town.

They slowly make your relationship less just intimacy... and more emotional.

You're often pushed into 'dates' and not left alone by either of them.

It doesn't help that they're both needy.

Your phone often blows up with texts and calls due to them.

I can even see them coerce their obsession into being their third, using emotional blackmail to keep your attention.

You sometimes wish they just kept each other occupied.

But, no, the two are so desperate for the love and attention you can give they don't dare leave you alone.

They're both affectionate... although it's a bit much.

Affection isn't innocent for long with them.

Like any demon, I can see them being possessive.

They're both intimidating, too.

Blitz himself has killed others countless times.

Stolas even enjoys scaring others, if not outright killing them too due to his power.

So, if anyone hit on you or discouraged you from interacting with them...

They won't let it slide.

I feel they're okay with sharing as long as they both agree to making you their third.

Yet if you want drama, imagine what happens when the two end up breaking it off?

Well, now they can't seem to share.

It would be like some sort of custody battle, the two now both wanting to make you their new partner without the other.

Honestly... these two are so dramatic at times, too.

They'd do anything for your attention.

They're both capable of murder, intimidation, and manipulation.

Blitz doesn't mind the idea of making a bloodbath for you.

Stolas can, but prefers not to.

Stolas is definitely the one who likes to focus less on murder and rather on other aspects of your relationship.

I think they can both kidnap technically... yet I can't figure out where they'd put you.

If you want the relationship to continue to the end of Season 2... They'd definitely have more control over you if you all lived with Blitz.

Even without Stolas' powers.

Honestly, I like the idea of Blitz tempting you into moving in with him.

He has Stolas with him... might as well keep you where they can watch you, right?

Blitz is the stalker that keeps an eye on you.

Stolas seems more domestic, wanting to put in romantic elements to the relationship while Blitz is the more violent enforcer.

I feel it's difficult to leave them... they have a good grip on your feelings.

The two no doubt keep you close in bed too....

Overall, I see the relationship filled with subtle coercion and manipulation.

The two are smothering, both craving a love they haven't been able to obtain...

But maybe you'll be their chance...

Maybe you'll balance things out?

[rekino2114]

Sharing an umbrella with the rain code characters

A/n:since the hundred line came out (again no spoilers please) I thought about doing a couple of posts with other kinda death games to celebrate and since I do a lot of danganronpa posts already i decided to do the ones who have very few posts, so maybe expect a zero escape post soon......maybe

Shinigami

You and your death god girlfriend were casually walking around kanai ward looking for stuff to do on your day off

You sat on a bench and sighed tired of holding your umbrella, meanwhile shinigami was too busy looking around at all the other couples sharing their umbrellas to notice your annoyance

"The rain today is pretty bad huh?"

"I dunno, once you're here for a while you can't tell the difference anymore"

The death god pouted and sighed loudly and dramatically to get your attention

"My hair is gonna get all wet, it takes so much time to do twintails"

"......you......do your hair?"

"Obviously, you think it just spawns like this?"

"....kinda....you can magical girl transform but automatically doing your hair is out of your powers?"

"Even someone super powerful as me can't do everything y'know?"

"......sure, then why do you always have the same hairstyle?"

"Cause my hair is so long if I let it down its gonna go all the way to my legs"

"Ah I get it......now I kinda wanna see you with your hair down"

Shinigami put her hand on her head dramatically and started floating in the air even more

"Well you will soon if this rain keeps running it, ah! If only I had brought an umbrella"

You raised your head and looked at her weirdly

".......shini.....You're an incorprial being.....you can't get wet"

".............so?"

"So what?"

"Come on master! Do I have to spell it out for you? Just share that umbrella with me!"

"Why? The rain can't hit you"

"Cause it's romantic! Don't you see all the couples doing it? Or is it that you don't love me enough huh?

You looked around to see that there were indeed a lot of couples sharing umbrellas, so you sighed and raised your own so she could stand under it, which she did

"Thank youuuuu, I knew you still loved loved me master"

"At least don't float, you're already super tall and I don't want my arm to hurt later"

"Okaayyy~

She stopped floating and sat on the bench, she then started staring at you while smirking

"......what is it?"

"I dunno, just being here, with the rain, under one umbrella, it's such a romantic moment isn't it?"

"I.....guess"

Without saying another word she moved closer and kissed you passionately in the lips

"How about now?~"

".......why do you have to be such a good kisser?"

"Cause I'm good at everything"

"Except doing your hair it seems"

"H-hey! Come on master"

Halara nightmare

You and halara walked hand in hand outside of the casino you spent most of the afternoon in.

Once your partner closed the door behind them, they took out a stack of cash they had just won and started counting all the money while you took out your umbrella

"49....50...ok it should be everything, where do you wanna go now? I can buy you something if you'd like"

"I'd rather go back to the agency, I'm kinda tired now"

"Tired? Didn't you spend the entire day on my lap while I gambled?"

You blushed and tried to look away

"You told me I'd get bored just standing around.....and everyone looked at me weird"

"Calm down I'm just kidding, plus I think they regretted those stares now that I'm using their money to spoil you"

"Eh, that's true"

"OK let's go back then"

Halara put their hood on and started walking in the rain, but you quickly put the umbrella over their head, making them look at you confused

"You can keep the umbrella to yourself i already have the hood on"

"But then your clothes are gonna get wet"

"Baby, I go out in the rain in these clothes every day, I'll be fine"

"Just let me help please, you always do stuff for me I just wanna do this simple thing"

Halara looked surprised for a bit before smiling

"You're such a gentleman"

"It's just cause I love you a lot"

"Me too"

"Oh and before you say anything don't even think about paying me for this, it comes with being my lover packet"

"Alright, Alright but don't be surprised if that new game you wanted appears on your bed, that's not paying you am I right?"

"I know arguing on this isn't going to change your mind so I'll just accept it"

"Smart choice"

Fubuki clockford

You looked back at your phone one last time and sighed again the last message from fubuki was still a "I'm fully ready now I'll be there soon😊🥰👍" sent at least 30 minutes ago

A walk from the agency to the café you decided to have your date in was about 10 minutes and even if she had stopped to help a stray cat or an old person cross the street like she often did that would have taken 15 minutes at the max so your detective brain couldn't help but get worried and start thinking about every possible scenario that led to her being late

"Where is she now? Did she get lost again? But she would have texted me if she did, maybe the chief asked her to help on a case before she left? But he knew we had a date planned"

You continued thinking and sighed once you understood you couldn't come up with any believable reasons

"I should probably head back and check on her"

Just as you took your umbrella and were about to get up from your seat you heard a familiar voice yell your name

"W-wait y/n, I'm here"

You looked towards the voice and saw fubuki was there......with her hair and clothes completely soaked and panting as if she had just ran a marathon

"I am truly sorry for my lateness, I lost track of time,I....know how ironic that is, I hope you can forgive me"

"O-oh no its totally fine.....b-but why are you so wet? Did you not bring your umbrella?"

"I thought my hood would be enough but it seems the rain was particularly bad today"

"Oh I see"

"But don't worry, I can just turn back time to before I got out of the house and grab the umbrella"

"No please, I know how worn out you get after using your Forte. You already look so tired I wouldn't want to tire you out even more. We'll just share an umbrella to get back and.....I'll buy you some new clothes"

"S-share an umbrella? Oh yes I've heard of that, when a boy and girl share an umbrella that means they care about each other very much right?"

".....most of the time.....fubuki we're dating of course I care about you a lot"

Fubuki blushed and ran a hand through her wet blue hair

"Y-yes I suppose so, I apologize"

"There's no need to apologize, now just sit here, thankfully they have umbrellas on the tables, I ordered your favorite"

Fubuki got starry eyed and sat next to you

"Really? Oh thank you so much y/n, you are truly wonderful"

"You too buki, you too"

Martina electro

The moment you walked outside of your work building, even before you could start thinking about putting your hood up you felt that no raindrops were hitting your head so you opened your eyes to see Martina next to you holding an umbrella to cover your heads

"Oh hello miss vice director, any reason you're accompanying me home today?"

Martina adjusted her glasses and sighed

"You know you can drop the act with me y/n"

"Sorry, you're just so serious even outside of work, not that I mind, it's what makes you look sexy"

She started glaring at you and you got a bit scared at that

"I was joking, plus it was a compliment"

"I suppose.....well anyway what did I tell you about going out around without an umbrella, you're going to get sick"

"Oh yeah about that....I....couldn't find it"

You felt your girlfriend glare at you even more and get angrier

"Really? It's in the stand near the door, as always"

".....sorry"

She sighed but got closer, almost side hugging you

"It's alright just don't do that again ok dear?"

"Definitely, even though I wouldn't mind if it means I get to share an umbrella with you"

Her glare got even sharper and her tone more threatening

".......y/n....."

"Sorry, just kidding, I'll definitely remember next time"

"I'll hold that to you, now let's go back home, it's already late"

You nodded and started holding martina's hand and kissed her cheek as thanks causing her to blush a bit but hold onto you even tighter while walking together

Guillaume hall

You had nothing to do but wait for guillaume to come pick you up for your date so you just started scrolling through your phone making sure to cover it with the umbrella to not get it wet

"Woooh! Look at that super hot guy over here! He must be taken by a really hot and lucky girl~"

You looked up from the phone to see guillaume grinning at you with her beautiful and sharp teeth

"Oh hey babe, I'm glad you could make it"

"Obviously, you think I'd let anything get in the way of a date with you? Not even some boring peacekeepers meeting"

She practically jumped on you and hugged you tightly, making you notice her clothes were wet for some reason

"Sooooo what should we do today? I got lots of ideas but I'm willing to let you decide if you wanna, ohhhh I should have checked the tarots for advice, silly me"

"Before that, why are you covered in water? Did you not bring your umbrella?"

"Oh yeah about that, my horoscope said that if I didn't bring my umbrella when I go out something really romantic would happen, aaaaaand since I had to go on a date with you I thought it had to come true"

".....that was.....a very specific horoscope"

"Eh, I've had more specific ones, now come on let's go, I can't wait for that really romantic moment"

"Wait I can't let you get even wetter, at least get under an umbrella"

"....wait.....so that means....you and I.....are sharing an umbrella?"

"Y-yeah is there an issue with-"

"Kyaaaah that's so so so romantic, you and I holding onto each other under one umbrella with the rain pouring in around us...that's so sweet and romantic and perfect, oh my fortune telling was right as always"

".....sure, just get here"

"Of course love"

Guillaume hugged you again and put her head on your shoulder while smiling brightly

"Just make sure you hold that umbrella over both of us for the entire day, it's so cute like this okay? Okay~!"

"Yeah I was going to do it anyway"

Iruka

*Bang*

One last bullet hit the wooden target straight in the head as iruka looked at it proudly before turning to you

"So.....how was I?"

"You were great ruka, I think you did even more headshots than last time"

"I don't know.....I don't keep count....but thank you....having you here is nice"

"Don't mention it, you know I love watching you practice"

Hearing that iruka's face darkened and she grinned entering her more.....unhinged personality

"Oh yes, my love watching massacre those targets like I'd do to anyone who hurts him, how perfect! I'm glad you like it darling"

"...o-ok anyway, are you ready to go?"

"Yes, let's go"

Iruka put on her hood and you opened your umbrella, putting it over her when you realized she didn't have one

"Hm?"

"What? Something wrong?"

"No it's just......"

Suddenly iruka grabbed the umbrella you were holding and tore it out of your hands, before putting it in basically the same position it was in before

".....I could have....held the umbrella"

"You're the one without an hood, you need to be protected"

"......from the rain?"

"Yes"

Arguing with her would have been pointless, so you just stood closer to her under the umbrella as she held onto you tighter and tighter

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah, you're strong but it's nothing that hurts me"

"Good, if it starts to hurt tell me"

"Yeah don't worry"

"And if the rain hits you tell me too"

"Hehe, sure, what are you gonna do? Shoot the clouds?"

"..............."

"Oh my God ruka did you actually think about doing that"

[applesaucesims]

One afternoon, a knock was heard at the boys' boarding house. Being already down in the entrance hall, Louis went to open it and was greeted by a pleasant surprise. His best friend Dayton had taken the train to visit him all the way from Windenburg.

Happy to see his friend, Louis led him inside, excited to catch up. Unfortunately, they had not found the time to meet up since Louis's move, so there was a lot to talk about. Louis could hardly wait to tell Dayton about Swan Lake and show him around the dorms.

Although Louis had never really thought about it, Dayton's family was not as well off as Louis's was. It was one thing when they were children, but as they grew older, the differences seemed to become more clear. Not wanting to dwell on it much longer, Louis started leading his friend through the rooms he was temporarily calling his home.

Starting his tour in the kitchen, Louis swiftly poured some tea into two cups, which had been brewed by Zachary just minutes before, so it was still hot. The two of them sat down at the small table in the middle of the kitchen, so they could start their catching-up talk.

Louis was not the only one that had some news to share. In the few days he had been gone, Dayton had already found himself a job, which he would work at after school. Now, that Dayton was old enough, he pitched in to help the family funds as well as he could.

Noticing that his friend was a little uncomfortable, Louis quickly changed the topic to something else they could relate on. The twins had a birthday party coming up on the weekend, the perfect timing for Louis to come home, as well as see his friend for a longer time. As it turned out, Dayton was already quite aware of the fact, having been invited by Dorothy, the younger of the twins.

Louis was a bit taken aback by this, having become aware of the crush the other twin, Ruby, had developed on Dayton over the years. Maybe Dorothy was made to ask on her behalf, considering Ruby had always been quite shy. Not caring to dwindle much more on the thought, Louis shook his head and got up from his chair. He did not want to waste time sitting around, so he urged his friend to follow him for the rest of the tour.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Dayton: "Gee..."

*doorbell rings*

Louis: "Dayton! You actually came!"

Dayton: "Of course I did! Y'think I'll miss the opportunity to see my best friend's fancy new digs?"

Louis: "It's not like I own it, Dee. And it's not that fancy."

Dayton: "Dunno, it's more intimidating than I'd expected."

Louis: "Well, you've been to my parents' house. It's no fancier than that!"

Dayton: "...Right."

Zachary: "Hello, Lou!"

Louis: "Zack, hi!"

Louis: "That's one of my roommates, by the way."

Dayton: "Yeah, I figured."

Louis: "Want some tea?"

Dayton: "Sure, go ahead."

Louis: "So, how are things in Windenburg?"

Dayton: "Y'know, same old. I've got a part-time gig in construction, though."

Louis: "Aye, congrats!"

Dayton: "Well, you do what you've gotta do."

Louis: "That reminds me, I'm actually home for my sisters' birthday! I could come see you then, too."

Dayton: "Yeah, I know." *chuckles* "I'm actually... invited?"

Louis: "Really? Ruby's gathered the courage?"

Dayton: "Ruby? No, it was Dot who invited me."

Louis: "Oh! I thought... never mind." *shakes head* "I'm sure it'll be great fun! Anyway... Pick up your cuppa. I wanna show you the other rooms!"

Dayton: "Right behind ya!"

[mr-ant-tennas-ask-blog]

Greetings from the outer corners of the outer worlds, Mr. Tenna!

I had recently stumbled upon TV Time! on the radiowave scanner, and have been enjoying every single episode since, so I thought I'd send this as a humble "thank you" for keeping it up!

The music especially left me in awe, for just how similar its instrumentation is to that of our locale! It may just be coincidence, though. Nevertheless, I decided I'd try a hand at one of the tracks myself - really translate it into our style, y'know?

I hope you enjoy this little gift of mine. Never stop the smiles!

[* The letter is signed off with a signature you can barely understand.] [* Attached at the bottom is a rather hi-tech, but very intuitive device. Upon pressing the familiar [▶] button, you hear...!]

//OOC: I'm always listening to the regular OST when I'm working on this blog, so hearing this version was definitely a treat, it's so good- thank you for sharing with us!!

[ * The letter was being inspected by a Zapper – since it appeared to have something inside other than the letter itself. ]

[ * The Zapper thought the device was so interesting that he HAD to bring it to Tenna before his show. ]

[ * After reading the nice letter, he immediately directed his attention to that strange device. ]

[ * And once he pressed that familiar button, Tenna immediately recognised his own tune! ]

[actual-changeling]

y'know what i'd love to see as a cold open in season three? various demons and angels collaborating with each other in secret.

you can't tell me that somehow gabriel & beez and crowley & aziraphale are the only ones who ever thought hey maybe this system fucking sucks, especially because aziraphale is still neck deep in the denial puddle. there is nothing actively preventing them from meeting, they share a fucking elevator they can use without any restrictions. everyone in heaven is left to their own devices and lonely but they are left to their own devices. no one is watching them. no one CARES because within the system the mere thought of collaborating with the enemy is just. not taken seriously.

there are no back channels, gabriel tells michael, but they both know that there ARE back channels and that they're using them, it's exactly the same thing crowley and aziraphale are doing on earth, deny everything upfront but have secrets underneath.

the goals might differ since angels and demons don't really give a fuck about humans, but the organization is the same.

give me michael and ligur trying to undermine their bosses, give me random angels meeting with demons and exchanging information, give me a group of spies trying to come up with functional plans against new policies.

give me operatives on earth refusing to kill one another when they meet because why should they? if the world ends they might as well start another revolution because what is the point in destroying one half of all existing celestial beings?

earth was saved by humans being fundamentally human, now give me the whole of creation being saved by people who are fundamentally people, angel or demon or human. god created everyone in her image, so when it comes down to it, it's the same spark of life burning in each of them.

[allofmytoxicity]

What A Waste of a Lovely Night

a/n: Not a request, just thought I'd do this before I fall of the face of the earth again for months. Also, really sorry if I've got the American school system completely wrong. I'm not from the US, I'm from the UK and the exam system is completely different.

Pairing: Angus 'Mac' MacGyver x specky!fem!reader (I promise there is detail involving glasses, but the only reason I added it is because I'm specky.)

Summary: When you are under threat of being overtired, your secret agent boyfriend comes in to save the day.

Fluff Prompt: [19] = getting the workaholic to bed & [16] = star gazing

Word Count: 1.2k

TW: tooth rotting fluff and a tired reader.

In theory, being a workaholic should be Mac's thing.

Being a government agent for an organisation that most of the government itself didn't know about, let alone the world, wasn't exactly relaxing. And that's excluding the fact about him possibly being involved in gun fights, seeing dead bodies and possibly being kidnapped.

That though, is in theoretical terms. Not real life.

The real workaholic out of the two of you, was yourself.

Even though you were a teacher (where ironically enough, both you and Mac could have to deal with guns during work), you still had tons to do.

Teaching films analysis to teenagers who just wanted to get out of school wasn't exactly the easiest job on earth, and the proof was in the fact that you were still sitting on the couch, long after Mac had gone to bed, working on marking practice exam questions as well as making a model essay structure for your students to follow tomorrow in class.

So, when Mac grumbled awake in your shared bedroom to you still not in bed, even though you had told him you would be there soon, Mac did start to worry slightly.

Only slightly though.

The only just awake Mac, groggily got out of bed and started to wander through to the living room where you'd sat yourself since about seven o'clock that evening.

He wasn't surprised to see you still sat there and was even less surprised to see you with your laptop open, work clothes still on and your glasses halfway off your face (totally not this author writing in bed at 1am like she normally does).

"You can't live off energy drinks at work, y'know?" Mac said, leaning against the corner of the wall, watching you with his arms crossed.

Without turning, you reply. "I know. I'll be in bed soon."

The tone felt lifeless and Mac had heard it all before anyway when you had been like this.

The monotonous voice, not caring how close you were to your glasses slipping off your face and comfy in work clothes you would normally rush in and change from almost as soon as you got in the house.

It wasn't normal but it also wasn't strange to see you like this.

Mac, knowing that even after his reminder, you would still be here until you were done, walked further into the room, sitting directly in front of you and carefully grasped your laptop and slowly pulled it away.

Your head snapped up at the action, unsure of what you were going to do if the work you were doing wasn't finished for tomorrow morning.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Mac. I- I need to finish that work Mac. I need to finish it for tomorrow morning." You plead, looking at Mac with eyes of the same tone.

Mac raises his eyebrows at you as he saves your work and shuts down your laptop. "You're not going to finish anything if you're half asleep and not able to work tomorrow because of it."

You sigh at his statement, slouching back on the couch, finally realising how uncomfortable and tired you were now that Mac had taken your priority.

"I'm honestly surprised with how long it took you to come and confiscate my laptop," you say with a dozy smile, pushing up your glasses. "I genuinely thought you'd come and drag me to bed when you switched out the lights to the rest of the house."

Mac laughed as you yawned, turning to face you now in your dozy state. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

Both of you get off the couch and Mac takes your hand, partly dragging you and partly guiding you towards your bedroom.

Once you get to your room, Mac passes you your pyjamas and you quickly change into the pyjamas that were made up of one of his t-shirts and a pair of running shorts.

After changing, you make your way over to your bed where Mac was sat and readjust your glasses, pushing them up your nose and open your mouth to speak, but Mac beats you to it, his eyebrows raised.

"No, you're not getting your laptop back. Get it tomorrow morning and if I have to stick a bell on you tonight, I will." Mac says and you laugh, shaking your head. He knew what you were going to ask before you opened your mouth.

Trying to defend yourself, you retort back, a dead serious expression making its way onto your face. "I wasn't even going to ask. I was just going to say..."

You trail off, unsure of what you were supposedly going to say and look around the room quickly, spotting the clear night sky outside. "I was just going to say that doing my work tonight wasted the lovely view of the sky this evening."

Mac laughs back at you, nodding his head in a 'yeah, sure' way. "Well, I did offer to go and look at the stars with you tonight but you said that you were busy."

"I'm not busy now!" You reply, a hopeful smile on your face along with some puppy dog eyes that are enlarged even more with the magnification from your glasses lenses.

Relenting, Mac gets up off the bed and walks out the room and you jump up, grinning and wander along behind him as he goes to unlock the glass doors that led out to the fire pit you had outside.

"You're lucky I love you." Mac says and you say a small 'thank you' as he opens the door, leaving the key in the lock on the indoor side of the door.

Wandering out, you plonk yourself down onto the decking, and placing your hands behind you, you gaze up at the dark sky, making out all the constellations that you normally would never see.

A few seconds after, Mac joins you, sitting up close and wrapping an arm around your middle, pulling you even closer than you already were as you both gazed up.

"Mac?" You ask, gaining his attention.

"Hm?" He responds with, looking down at you as your head turns to face him.

"I love you." You say in a quiet voice, a sleepy smile on your face.

"I love you too y/n/n. Even if you are a complete workaholic that stays awake to god knows what hour." Mac replies in the same tone and you breathe a laugh at the last part.

"Yeah, sorry about that." You murmur looking down and Mac moves you slightly so then he could kiss the top of your head.

Rubbing his hand up and down one of your arms now, Mac replies. "It's fine. Gives me a laugh sometimes."

You both sit out there for a while in a comfortable silence, keeping each other in close company and only go back in when you both start to get cold.

"Thanks for that." You mumble as Mac locks the door for the second time that night and puts the key back in the bowl on the kitchen island.

Walking over to you, Mac hugs you. "No worries. It would be a waste of a lovely night if we didn't do that probably." He says as you both move back to your bedroom once again.

Finally taking your glasses off and getting under the sheets, you snuggle into Mac, your shoulders finally relaxing as sleep starts to overtake you.

"Night." You mumble, your voice being muffled by Mac's chest that you were squashed up against.

"Night, y/n." Mac says as sleep takes over you both, warmth radiating off of both of you.

a/n: and we have another fic out!!!!! I'm so proud of myself for actually getting another fic out while also needing to study. Also, for any F1 fans that follow me or read this, wtf actually happened at the brazil GP? It's madness!

Read this to find out who else I write for, and requests are open!

[mushroom-enby]

Alright y'all. Self-promoting something I haven't finished yet.

Idk if it's a thing already, but I want to make this very clear: Dorcas Meadowes is badass. There are many fics that bring to our attention just how much of a powerful witch she is, and in canon, she dies by Voldemort's hands. Because that's how much of a threat she is.

So. I am writing a fic. It'll be about 7 or 8 chapters, and I'm thinking 20k-30k words but I'm not sure yet, as I have everything planned out but idk how many words each chapter will have yet. I'd like it to be at least 3k words each, but idk if I'll manage that.

It'll be my first fic that isn't single chapter. I am working on it slowly due exams. But I'll share where it comes from! And what will be in the tags, probably.

In canon, the Mckinnon's are murdered in July of 1981, a couple months before James and Lily.

Dorcas dies "after the second half of 1981, before the war ended", so between July and October, 1981.

You know what that means? She was killed by Voldemort himself, after Marlene died.

Of course I had to do something with that.

So. What would've happened if someone stopped her before she went to try and fight Voldemort herself after their spouse's death? Makes you wonder, right?

So yeah. Dorlene (she/they lesbian Marlene, my beloved), Wolfstar, (queerplatonic) jily, past jegulus (& endgame jegulus, probably, haven't decided yet if I'm gonna focus on their angst that much. Anyways, trans! Reggie), endgame (aro & acespec!) Pandora x (trans!) Mary x (demi lesbian!)Lily (yes this is confirmed but jegulus isn't, lmao, I just want the lesbian throuple), (queeplatonic) Xenodora, and Rosekiller (they've been dating since like fifth year and became DE together. And they say romance is dead)

Also autistic!Rosier twins. Idc. They have the truest autism experience by having a complicated relationship with friendship, romance and sexual attraction, ok? Ok.

With lots of Peter Pettigrew for everyone because, say it with me, he also was a marauder ¡!!! In this fic, his most important friends were James and Marlene all his life. So y'know. Dorcas and Peter spend a lot of time together after Marls dies, and... No spoilers, but. Angst will happen with this. Also, Dumbledore bashing <3

So uh Dorcas-centric, full of grief & becoming a bit impulsive because of it, and uhh, that.

Surprisingly, I'm making it happy ending! My beloved virtual bestie deserves it after reading two fics & a lot of thoughts that are mostly angsty 🫡 they don't use Tumblr, I'd tag them of they did. Anyways.

I will be posting it, probably by May. But y'know. Just fyi

[lucabyte]

i am looking at nohats au 👀 please share more

So! NoHats! I'm going to grab you and use this to ramble. A Lot.

The NoHats AU is @samhainian's it's just that I'm the strange little freak who takes the words said unto me and executes on them. But I can still do a little explainer on what our overall thoughts and vibes are. (And, that we are in fact propping up a little box with some cheese under it here. 🪤 Please (PLEASE) feel free to pick up what we're putting down.)

We're far from the only ones exploring a "what if siffrin fucking died" AU, though the main difference with NoHats is the placement of the death in the timeline. Instead of being 'Mal Du Pays Wins' or 'Act 6 encounter goes horribly wrong', the death is… Just after the (literal) falling action.

(This placement is because Sam is a comic book fan who thus has become used to characters being ripped away at the cruelest times by shitty writers. THANK FUCKING GOD adrienne is not that and isat is delightful yippieee, but, back on topic.)

Giving the party the full understanding of What Happened that you get by putting the death after black hole siffrin, but before the A6 encounter leaves an interesting gap to be filled. See, making Siffrin's death very much not Loop's fault means that… this once again reads (when not read as simply a tragedy...) as the universe doing what it sees fit to fulfull Loop's wish… Thus making Siffrin's death Loop's fault again, but only in their eyes. And only in a way they could express if they were honest about who they were…

And this is where having had excuse to waffle about my general Postcanon Loop thoughts the other day comes in handy, because Sam and I have that as our canon-compliant reading to begin with, NoHats plays off of a lot of the same readings of Loop's character. Namely: Uh Oh Somebody's Lying By Fucking Omission Again. (BECAUSE TO BE FAIR THIS TIME… HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU HANDLE THAT?)

Now, neither Sam nor I are fanfic writers, so this has been a little bit trapped in our heads and DMs (and my unfinished art but,)

But our thoughts on how NoHats like… Goes.

Siffrin's death is peaceful, but that does not mean the aftermath of it is. I can't imagine the party takes it well, especially after understanding the circumstances of the Loops. (And, of note, in A5 where nobody had the discussion on what to do with each other's bodies should something happen…) But I'd imagine it traumabonds them somewhat (understatement of the century) and now knowing how the rest of the party feels, they resolve to travel together for the forseeable future.

The party track down Loop to deliver the terrible news, since they were clearly Siffrin's friend too, and invite Loop along to travel at least long enough to (let them grieve) get the burial over with. Loop, here, can be helpful in knowing what Siffrin would've wanted where the party would be at a loss. Loop, I think, takes a bit of a lead on the funerary aspects of it all, because, um. (Performing rites on your own body, huh?)

Then, as things are after a death, life just… Kind of has to continue on as normal. The party travel, pick up Nille, and get to know Loop as this mysterious new person. Maybe in this situation they might stay in Bambouche for a while to give Bonnie more stability since. They are probably taking it the worst. It would've come out of absolutely nowhere for everyone in the party obviously but god, for a kid? For A Kid?

It should be stated NoHats is not intended to be grimdark, just y'know. An exploration of grief. This is also why it's got a bit of a lopsided focus on Bonnie vs the rest of the party because hhrrhghghhghghhhghhghhh <- incoherent

Now, a crossroads.

How does the party discover Loop to be Siffrin? How long does it take. How much have the party embraced them as part of the family (especially with something as intense to bond over as this)?

There's the Odile option. Have her put it together and have to bring it up somehow. This could also be done by Isabeau, perhaps. He's smart. (which. God. If anything's the real Isabeau Torment Nexus it's this)

Then there's the other option batted around by Sam and I. The: The Universe Dislikes Duplicates option.

The items in the house that fzzt away when inspected. The Universe doesn't like there to be two of something, at least not when they're acknowledged. But one of something is just fine…?

Which is to say. I'm not a personal proponent of 'Loop getting their body back'. EXCEPT …… except this one time.

There's only one Siffrin now, so they don't need to be obfuscated to exist.

Consider, if you will. Loop swallowing their guilt for long enough to be comfortable. Falling back into old habits. Without another Siffrin around to compete for the niche of, they actually begin to act like Siffrin again. Not intentionally, it's just… The party is as welcoming as they've always been. And the party swears they keep catching glimpses of a face under all the light.

Then, one day, while still not fully human again, the resemblence becomes undeniable. Loop having not even noticed until everyone looks at them like they've seen a ghost.

Has it been months? How long have they kept up this lie? Is it even a lie, to them? They're Loop. But they were, once, Siffrin.

Even after explaining it, does that make it better or worse?

Bonnie cuts through the betrayed, struck-nerve reactions with a sobering "I missed you."

… Anyway !

Yeah so that's the vibe for NoHats. As for LoopLoops? That's more nebulous. I think it can go anywhere really in the NoHats timeline. I err personally toward the "Loop continuously replays the last 10 minutes before Siffrin's death almost immediately after they find out and have to parkour their ass up the House in the most distressing situation possible to try and get them to hold on, just please hold on." (Remember! Siffrin can remember the contents of Loop's loop backs in the A6 fight!)

But there is the possibility that this happens months, or worse years down the road. One last Loop back. Throw it all away for the chance to just get that one thing you didn't know you even wanted but now know you NEED.

Misc:

Okay miscellaneous time.

This is where I admit that I have a bunch of unfinished NoHats art that I haven't gotten around to yet because I feel like a right tool being so obviously Loop-Centric with my fancontent (I AM . . I REALISE I AM NOT DOING MUCH TO BEAT THE ALLEGATIONS.) So like if people want to see that please say because euaghghghhfh <- the nervous.

this is like the most fucked up place to do isaloop fr. anyway.

one of Sam's mid-game observations that I'm just going to share for no particular reason is that Bonnie's hair shares a bunch of shapes with Siffrin's. The flick up at the top, the 3 pronged shape of the fringe… just something to think about.

Without 2 Siffrins around to compare each other to it'd likely be a lot harder to notice Loop's similarities. Doesn't mean that those similarities don't sting more in this context though.

If you do NoHats without LoopLoops. The concept of this all fading into memory years down the line while they just have slightly-glowy but otherwise regular Siffrin hanging out is fucked up to think about. Just like real grief. Augh

6. a peek into the original dms as a treat from us