#like who knows but the idea that this might have been a thought playing on casey's mind during the visit is genuinely devastating

[gotta-winwin]

OT13 Reaction -- the aha moment

or...how they realize they're in love with you

seungcheol doesn't get that aha moment, falling in love isn't something that happens within seconds for him. it's like he's slowly drifting into love, not even realizing you've become the focal point of his entire existence. when it finally hits him, it's a quiet, simple moment. he's watching you make him breakfast in the morning, admiring you quietly from the kitchen counter. he zones out for a moment, blinking suddenly and realizing damn. that's my woman. and he knows he's ruined for life.

it's kind of silly, how jeonghan realizes he's in love with you. he's just returned home from a busy day at work, entering the house to find it empty. searching the place top to bottom, he's about to call you when - BOO - you jump out from one of the closets and scares the soul out of him. he's clutching his chest, watching as you collapse onto the ground in a fit of giggles. he can't help but laugh along, realizing through the chaos that he's found his soulmate, and he'd be damned not to admit he's in love with you.

joshua's a simple man by nature. he's easily happy in life, only needing his members, his job, his lifestyle, and of course, you. it doesn't take long into your relationship before he realizes he's in love, as the two of you take a stroll along the Han River after a long day. he's watching the setting sun reflect against your figure, taking his phone out to snap a few pictures. it's when he notices his camera roll is full of pictures of you does he think well, that's it. i'm in love.

upon meeting his family, jun notices how much work you've put into it. you're doing your best to speak his town's dialect, communicating with his parents in a language that made them most comfortable. his heart swells when he sees you amidst his childhood home, trading stories and eating with the people who raised him. it's when he notes that you look so perfect here that he realizes you just fit. he's in love.

as if everything else is with soonyoung, his aha moment is full of fireworks and pizzazz. having just finished the most record breaking performance of his life, he finds himself with one thought only: i want to go home. usually, it's because he's tired. but now, ever since you stumbled into his life, he finds himself wanting, needing, to go home so he can hold you and recite everything that happened today. he's practically thrumming with energy to rush home, and everyone around him sees what is so painfully obvious. he's so in love.

wonwoo's always credited himself to be a loner. not a lot of people can fit with his quiet personality, so when you offer the idea of "parallel play" he's a little confused. his heart warms when you explain that you don't mind doing separate things as long as you're in the same area, understanding that he needs more time to himself than others might. it's when you tell him you love him enough to compromise does he think im so in love with this girl right now.

woozi's used to writing songs dedicated to his fans and members. he sits down for another writing session, brainstorming ideas and the thought of you pops into his mind. he shrugs, thinking it might be nice to mix it up a bit, sitting down to write something about you. it's when he reads his own words back does he realize he's irrevocably screwed and so in love with you. thought about settling down, buying her a house and saying screw the music. yeah, he's in love.

having always been a realist, minghao doesn't necessary believe in true love, or love at first sight. he understands there's going to be someone out there for him, but he's skeptical that that someone is going to be perfect. all his beliefs go out the window the moment he sees you - it's like you're surrounded by a golden glow - and he realizes maybe love at first sight can be real.

seokmin loves and gives as easy as breathing. he's always been a generous guy, and it's when you sit him down and kindly remind him to leave some for himself does he stare at you and realize ok i've found the one. you've become that steadiness in his life that used to be just his members, and you love and give to him like it's as simple as breathing too.

having always been the resident cook, mingyu's eyeing your food creation like it's some kind of poison or drug. he had insisted you didn't need to cook for him, he's always been the cook and doesn't mind it, but you were stubborn and he relented. it's when the first bite blows him away does he realize he kinda misses having someone cook for him too. if you're this good at cooking i might just have to marry you, he says, ignoring how you blush, going back for another bite.

seungkwan's always been the entertainer. he doesn't mind it, he enjoys the fact it's his job to make everyone laugh. but when times get tough and he's in no mood to be the entertainer, you're right there to support him. it's when he gets home to you after a particularly rough day and you welcome him in with open arms, murmuring how he's done well and doesn't need to do more. it's when he realizes he can just be seungkwan - not seungkwan the entertainer, but just seungkwan - and he loves you for that.

vernon never really thought about finding the one. he always just assumed that they would find him. and that's exactly what happens, when you bump into each other at the movie theatre - both there alone just cause. it's when you're enthusiastically going band for band with vernon about movies that he's forced with the realization that shit. maybe i have found the one.

chan's always known he was in love with you. he doesn't like to admit it cause he thinks it makes him sound sappy, but he truly never questioned his love for you. it was a simple thing in his mind - this person makes me so fucking happy - i must be in love. and how could it not be simple for him? he's staring at you quipping about some joke to his friends and he's thinking i love you. he's watching you just wake up from a nap and he's thinking i love you. he sees a text from you on his phone mid-dance practice. i love you. he's always been in love with you because he loves everything to do with you.

[cherryc1nnam0n]

On Film | OF!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson is an Only Fans content creator who you decide to subscribe to and surprisingly, you go from watching him fuck others to getting fucked by him

Cw: Porn making, sex recording, unprotected PIV, creampie, lots of dirty talk, daddy kink, Dom!Eddie, Sub!Reader, masturbation (F and M), use of toys, slight ass play, mentions of shower sex, excessive cumming, porn watching, sexting, porn with some plot, strangers yo lovers

The day you found Eddie Munson will forever be engraved in your mind

You were scrolling through Twitter when a video of a guy jerking off made it on your feed

You usually didn't find that as a turn on, but he was different

Tattooes littered on his chest and arms, even his abdomen, he was completely naked with his dick in his hand and said dick was big, girthy even, his balls hung low, heavy with cum, his moans were making you even wetter, his long hair clouded his face perfectly and he was looking into the camera, almost into your soul

That night you masturbated to that video...

Another day when he made it into your feed you decided to follow his account

Eddiethebanised

22, DnD Dungeon Master and your Master ;) OF with 35% discount

His bio read when you entered his profile, he was so hot and his videos were even hotter, you scrolled down and found a video of him fucking a guy, this man had perfectly coiffed hair but it was disheveled from the fucking he was getting, and Eddie looked so gorgeous pounding his ass, both men moaning and panting

This whole was so tight @Stevethewhipped

You wondered if he only fucked men, because all you could see were dicks and not even one pussy but oh well, his content is great nonetheless

The day you subscribed to his Only Fans was magical, you had some spare money and were horny as hell, so you decided to go for it

Adding your card info it and paying the $5 it took to have all his content for a whole month

And then a notification rang on your phone

Hello sweetheart ;)

You gasped at that, did he really text you?

Thanks for the sub, have this in return

Followed by a picture of his hard dick laying against his belly

"Oh fuck" you said to yourself

Thanks, it's really big

You really didn't know what to say, was he trying to sext you?

Yeah, that's what everyone says

Why did you text me?

Idk, thought you were cute

You trynna fuck me?

Maybe

You don't know me tho

Then let's know each other, my name is Eddie Munson

But you already know that ;)

What's your name babe?

It's Y/n Y/l/n

Cute, where u from?

Indiana

Great, me too

You had an idea, might be risky but oh well, fuck it

Wanna see my tits?

Fuck yeah

You sent him a pic you had taken in front of your mirror a few days ago

Oh fuck baby, they're so pretty

That's what everyone says ;)

Haha, touché

You're making me wanna fuck you real hard

Thought you only fucked men?

I can make an exception

We can have fun babe, make a film out of it

Would you like to?

We can keep your face out

You pondered it, biting your lip, he was so hot and it has been a while since you've been fucked so, yeah, why not?

Let's do it

After some more sexting with Eddie and showing him what you looked like he was smitten, he might even be in love and he couldn't wait to fuck you, so you guys agreed on a date at his place

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When you got there you were sweating bullets, you were about to be fucked by a stranger, one with a huge dick and most importantly, are going to film it for the public

He promised he would keep your face out, which is good at least

You rang the bell to his apartment complex and the guard let you in, probably used to random people being let in his house

On the 6th floor, you made it to his apartment and knocked on the door and were blown away by seeing him in person

His curls were kept together and he was wearing a Metallica shirt that was cut shorter to show off his belly, he also had some grey sweatpants that outlined his soft cock, even when soft you could see it

"Well, well, well, I've been waiting for you sweetheart"

He let you in and you took in his place, it was nice and full of stuff, trinkets, some amps, ring lights and some clothes thrown across the floor, a controlled mess as you would like to call it

"So uhm, how do we do this?" You asked nervously

You felt his hands massage your shoulders, he felt you were tense because hell you were

"Just relax baby" he kissed your neck softly "Let's go to my room, I have everything set up"

He led you into his room, where you saw all his videos you masturbated to, you bit your lip when you noticed he had some plugs and a vibrator ready, probably for you

"Alright babe, sit down and I'll start recording m'kay?"

You nodded and set your bag down, sitting down on his bed watching him start recording

"You sure you want to do this? Once we start, there is no going back"

Having him so close to you, smelling him, you said fuck it

"Yes, please fuck me Eddie"

He kissed you ferally, devouring your lips as he towered over you

"Good girl"

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"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" You moaned as Eddie kept fingering you with a vibrator at your clit, he had plugged your ass a while ago, your tits all out as he nursed on the left one, keeping his pace with his fingers

"Good girl baby, fuck keep moaning for daddy"

You were so close to cumming when Eddie pulled away, making you whine at the loss

"Oh what's wrong baby? Wanna cum? Not yet, you have to cum on my dick"

He pulled you by your hips closer to him, aiming his dick at you, his mushroom head was leaking pre cum as he rubbed it all over your pussy

"Please daddy"

He groaned "Say it again baby"

"Please daddy, fuck me"

That was all the confirmation he needed to push his dick deep inside you in one thrust, your eyes rolling back as he sighed

"You ready baby?"

You nodded at him, mind hazy

"Need you to use your words baby"

"Yes I'm ready daddy"

He grabbed your left leg and hiked it up on his hip, then pulled you even closer to him, your clit rubbing against his happy trail, his hips starting pistoning into you at a rough pace, your moans filling the room as his bed frame hit against his wall, the mattress creaking under you both

The camera and ring light were aimed directly at you being fucked, it was catching all the squelching sounds coming from your pussy as it was being destroyed by Eddie's massive dick, it stretched out so good you could tell he was big and the bulge on your stomach was there also to prove it

"Fuck baby, it's been a while since- fuck- since I fucked a pussy, this might be -agh- the best one I've fucked in forever" he said in between moans

You couldn't even form a thought in your head, any form of word has been fucked out of your brain as soon as he started moving, his cock head hitting your g spot so good you could see stars

"E-Eddie" you moaned weakly

"Yes baby? Oh look at you, all fucked out and dumb for daddy"

You just nodded at him, eyes drooping as you reached your orgasm again

"Gonn' gonn' aah, gonna c-cum" was all you could say

"Mmm, yeah I know babe, I can feel it, you're squeezing me so tight baby"

His left hand lowered down to your ass to play with the plug in it, making you lose it and cum all over him, back arching off his bed and a loud moan ripping out of your throat

"Yesss, good girl baby, fuck, so good for daddy"

He held you up against his dick, moving your body as if you were a fleshlight while thrusting in you to finally empty his balls into you, deep and warm cum piercing your womb

"Fuck, that's a good girl baby" he said rubbing your stomach as his dick kept twitching inside you as he kept cumming

"Fuck..." You said coming down from your ecstasy "That was so good"

"Yeah? You did so good for me"

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You really thought after that you would just dress up and leave, and then watch the video when it would be posted

But instead, Eddie begged you to stay, offering you some of his clothes and even showering together, which ended up in being pressed against the wall while he rammed into you as you made out under the warm water

And after that, he ordered some food and you ate together, like you guys were used to this or you knew each other from life, which made you feel really cozy

"You know.." he said with his mouth full, then swallowed "I think, I think I love you"

You choked on your drink and had to take a second to stop coughing, to which he had to pat your back

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, I think I love you" he said now grabbing your hand "Please stay, don't ever leave, I know we started this because of sex but, we can be more than that, let me get to know you and you know me..." He smiled at you, those big doe eyes staring at you "What do you say?"

How could you say no? Maybe this could be something beautiful, he seemed like a nice guy, he didn't immediately throw you out after he had came inside you and you felt really comfortable with him, so, fuck it why not?

"Yes, yes I wanna do this Eddie" he smiled even wider than before and kissed you softly

"Good, because you're mine now" he grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulder, taking you to his room again in the middle or giggles and laughs

Some days later, Eddie had finished editing the video and posted it to his Only Fans and his Twitter, with the caption being

Been a while since I fucked a pussy, but this pussy might be the one that ties me down 🩷

Yeah, let's just say you never left his life after that...

[luminatricky]

Vampire? In Gotham! (part 1)

Summary: Danny's 19, a prince, a halfa, and tired of being these things. So he jumps on the idea of a vacation as soon he's given the hint of a chance. The only caveat is that he's going to go undercover as a vampire in a big city - Gotham - far from his home dimension. He finds it's easier than he thought it would be. He's already mostly there.

Relationships: Dead on Main (Jason Todd/Danny Fenton), John Constantine & Danny Fenton

Um? Inspired by several prompts and other fanfics. Lost Between Our Needs and Wants AU definitely, with a background Danny's summoned by Ra's as Damian as a sacrifice. Nothing bad happens (to Damian) don't worry. Also, the one in which Danny decided to fight ghosts as a human too.

And John is almost definitely ooc, he's a character I enjoy a lot even though I don't have a firm grasp of his canon.

Danny's afterlife has been way too interesting for way too long. It's gotten to the point that when things suddenly go quiet for months, he hardly hesitates to give his "human" life some over-due attention.

For obvious reasons he's not going to try his "vacation" in his own dimension. Anyone he once might have stayed for know how to get a hold of him, whenever and wherever.

The Amity Park portal is still open. But between the stricter laws on ghosts wanting to use permanent portals he managed to get passed, and the increasingly feral ways the townsfolk have begun defending each other with, Danny feels confident to finally...let go. In his heart, he had always thought of it as still his, despite not being there to maintain it in truth. But now it's not his Haunt anymore, fully and completely.

They don't need him anymore.

And Danny doesn't want to be needed like that again, to be honest. He sacrificed so much to play hero because he got it into his head that he had to do everything alone in the end. As if he was the only one who could kick ghost butt on the daily in town.

Thankfully, a nineteen year old Danny is smarter than a fourteen year old Danny. He's learned the art of delegation. Any tasks that he doesn't need to be present for, he has a whole team of ghostly assistants to handle things for him. The major multidimensional crises have for the most part been solved - his protection Obsession at the very least fed. And quite a few skeleton thralls he freed near the beginning of his reign were suddenly looking for direction. Among them, a decent amount found the talent and fulfillment in positions of bureaucratic power that Danny never will, filling up spots he's unwilling to give out like the candy the various ghosts of nobility treat the roles as. Or ghost nobility. Like the Ancients. Quite a few of the Ancients are assholes.

(At least all the murderous Ancients aren't problems anymore)

With all their help, he's able to occasionally pop in to do paperwork, meet with the High Court for various lawmaking and judicial decisions, and listening to official petitions to the Crown from his people. It's all good. No mountains of unseen paperwork, no audience with the Observants every waking moment, no one across the Realms screaming desperately for help. Even some of the cults have finally caught on that he's not Pariah!

So Danny starts the process of finding a new Haunt for his new, normal, alive alter ego. Staying as long as he has in the Realms couldn't have been sustainable long-term if he didn't want to become a full ghost. As complicated as his relationship with his humanity is these days, he still doesn't want to die again. And Frostbite definitely has been pushing him to finding new territory, in the Infinite Realms or otherwise. Because even for full ghosts going Hauntless for long periods is straining. To say the least.

Although, being just a human again...didn't sit right. Even after all this time. His human form is still one Danny Fenton, in his eyes.

He can never be Danny Fenton again. He accepted that his duties as Crown Prince would keep him away from the identity of the ghost hunter's ghost hunting son, who went to Casper high and had terrible grades in everything but science; the kid who was shoved into lockers and who was addicted to Nasty Burger and played DOOMED with his friends and who wanted to be an astronaut. He accepted that he had to leave that all behind, and be full ghost in all but form. His parents wouldn't want him if they knew everything he lied about, anyways. He didn't actually deserve the name Fenton.

His new Haunt would preferably be in a place where he could reasonably pass himself off as another species, then, and still be safe. Safer than being a ghost at least. Most universes had well-deserved folklore against the Realms. His people are not inherently malevolent...But he knows that they don't play nice and careful with the living.

He would need an ectoplasm rich environment, too. A big city with lots of crime would go a long way for providing the ambient death and fear vibes that would attract Blobs like a bee to nectar. It would also make it feel like the Infinite Realms - hopefully. He's gotten accustomed to that kind of environment. He thinks he may never sleep again in a place quiet and safe.

He'd like a place with a rich history too. Just for fun!

Danny mulls it over carefully, narrowing down universes he could reasonably start his search in. The only universe he can think of with extensive protections for the non-human written into law is one far-flung flavor of an Earth he's semi-familiar with. He's been there twice, both at 16, just starting out and stressed to hell and back with the sheer load of unattended problems Pariah left to rot.

Both times he'd been more than he'd have liked. One Ra's Al Ghul wasn't technically his problem. He was no one's problem now, and that was current Danny's whole issue with it.

John Constantine is an unlamented saint for putting up with a feral teenaged Danny's slap dash attempt at helping the both of them - John with his soul related doom, and Danny with his paperwork related misery.

But. Considering how he handled the contract with Al Ghul, Danny can't blame John for hesitating to renegotiate their terms already. Ra's Al Ghul was an idiot who gave him what he thought was the life of his grandson, in exchange for immortality.

Him. The Prince of the Dead. Immortality.

Thankfully, the wording was imprecise. What he actually traded was the kid's really cool sword - the kid kneeling, terrified eyes meeting his before darting away, offering his own sword to let Danny slit his throat and "collect his due sacrifice", Danny not being able to breathe through his own fear - for pure ectoplasm, with instruction to drink it everyday until he ran out.

This of course killed even him months later from over-exposure.

The man probably felt a mile high in the air, indestructible, right up until he crashed. Al Ghul promptly became a ghost. Which. Closest thing to true immortality the Prince of the Dead could offer him. He kept his end of the deal. It's not his fault that Al Ghul never specified that he didn't want to die to be immortal. It's also not his fault that Al Ghul had so many dead enemies and victims on the other side who were easy to find. It was ridiculously easy - they made a support group around being taken down by the LOA. And who was he to deny the dead their due vengeance?

Right. So John is understandably nervous about Danny owning all the pieces of his soul, no matter how much rapport they've built these past three years. Danny is mature enough to admit that it is his fault for that bit.

On the bright side for Danny, that means one grumpy occult detective in a sad trenchcoat is a guy who lives in his phone. Like an uncle-shaped tamagachi!

He scrolls though his contact list until he thumbs John's number. Surprisingly, instead of going to voicemail, he picks up on the first ring.

"Before you ask, yes I'm cashing in a favor, finally. No, it's nothing evil, I've just got the first actual free time I've had in five years and I'd like to get suggestions on a city to move to."

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John ended up giving a very detailed list in response. Suspiciously detailed, and hardly prompted. How long had John been thinking on this? And why?

Danny chalked it up to the man's reasonable paranoia when it came to him. John's aware he can pretend to be (fully) human with relative ease, afterall. And the older man knows where he'd need to be able to actually live long term. After-live. Whatever. Point is, John probably made it his business to know where any sneaky invasions would start if Danny ever became a little less morally ambiguous and a little more bloodthirsty.

Entirely fair! Pariah wasn't always a tyrant!

On the very top was Gotham, a city in this world's Jersey, and the crime capitol of the States. Plenty of ambient ectoplasm, and planty of charged emotions wafting from every street corner. He doesn't voice this, but Danny figures that there must be a whole community of ghosts already living there because of that double whammy.

Something about the city's name tickles his memory, but can't quite pin it down. If it was important he'd have remembered. Right?

John is thrown when he asks about his options of other non-humans Danny could reasonably get away with impersonating.

"And why," the occultist half-accuses, "would you of all spooks, want to live in Gotham, as a 'vacation', just to not even pretend to be normal?"

"First of all, ow. John you know just because someone is different doesn't mean they're not normal. I thought you were the cool uncle." He responds half-heartedly. Danny bites his bottom lip, rolling it between his sharp teeth as he tries to think of a part two to that answer that wouldn't get uncomfortably personal.

John doesn't rise to his bait. Danny hears him unscrew something metallic, then the sound of fluid swishing quietly from the other end. Ah.

The silence wears on. Danny should hang up. But winging things have always gotten him into bigger trouble. And John is the guy to call for this. Fuck. And he's bad at lying bold-faced.

Fine.

"I'm half human," Danny responds as if that would explain everything. It doesn't, so he manages to continue in a small voice that he doesn't even remember the last time he'd used. "Sometimes I still pretend to be one when I can't see any other way. But I had my chance at playing the part of both. And I royally screwed it up, literally! I became freaking royalty and I just couldn't anymore. As far as anyone but my doctor is concerned, I'm full ghost. I had a chance - I don't deserve another one. Screw ups don't get nice things."

John takes another swig from his flask, mutters something under his breath that sounds vaguely like 'of course he's a fecking halfa'. His voice is rough around the edges from whatever cheap booze he just drank a concerning amount of.

"Listen. Sounds like you've got trauma dripping from your ears, kid. But what's the point here, huh? Sounds like you want to be human without all the fuss of it." John drawls out.

Danny takes a deep breath in through his nose. He tries to fight down the feeling of being peeled open for the world to see - being afraid isn't helpful right now. He needs to be silly, nonchalant, like he's always been with John in tense situations. Why do they only talk when things are tense, anyways?

"Essentially. It's more like. I want to have all the human experiences I missed out on, but without having to hide being inhuman. That kinda thing."

"And you can't just be a ghost?"

"I really don't think anyone likes being ghosted."

"Don't you start on that. You know what I mean, Princeling."

"Fine. No, I can't be a ghost. That's boring and no one likes being haunted."

John gives a long sigh. After a beat, he acquiesces. "Alright. You could pull off vamps damn well. Got the hair for 'em. The teeth and claws are only slightly off. There's several clans with different looks the same way humans have ethnicities. Although, I don't think that's the same, now that I'm thinking about it. But subspecies doesn't fit either."

Danny hums, tilting his head in thought. "Like the difference between a banshee and a specter?"

"Yeah, like that. All vamps, just different enough, and no kind older than another to say they're the 'main' species." John clarifies. Another pause. "Unless you count Halfas. Which. Some people do but shouldn't. Bloody idiots."

Danny startles, nearly dropping his phone. "Excuse me?"

John snorts. "What? You didn't know?"

"Musta missed that part in the complimentary instruction manual they gave me for having my molecules redecorated." He snarks. "What do you mean I'm already a vampire?"

"I said people who don't know what they're talking about count Halfas as the original vampires. You lot have been around since the bloody dawn of time, it seems." John sounds exasperated.

"That's not what I - never have I ever wanted to take a chomp on anyone's pulse point, what the fuck?"

John gets that smug tone in his voice that Danny has a love-hate relationship with. "And exactly how many undead folks do you hang out with when you're feeling peckish?"

"...you can't be serious." Danny says instead of denying him. What can he even say to that? He's never met a Revenant or Ghoul.

"As the grave, I'm afraid."

When Danny doesn't outwardly respond for too many beats, John takes another chug. "Phantom?"

"John." He begins, pinching the bridge of his nose as more and more dots connect too cleanly for him. "You might be wrong."

"...What awful lore about your eldritch homeland is going to send me into my weekly crisis this time?" The detective groans out.

"Alright. So you know how part of my whole thing as the Prince makes it my job to stay aware of ectoplasmic diseases?"

John hums in acknowledgement, so Danny sucks in a deep breath. "Then you should know two things. One, that I've been to a few dimensions with vampires in them. And like you said, they're all different from each other. I didn't really pay much attention beyond helping the people survive these world-ending scenarios though.

Two, is that in each and every one of those realities, the vampirism was caused by a virus made by an Ancient - don't worry, they're gone. The disease itself is called False Halfa Syndrome. It was their attempt to weaponize Halfas back in Pariah's time."

"Oh shite." John says elegantly. "Bag o' shite!"

"Good luck on that crisis. Me too." Danny is hardly holding in hysterical laughter. "I can't believe Sam and Tucker were right about this. Holy shit."

"How in the world didn't you piece this together until now?!"

"I don't know! I just thought it was coincidence!"

"Bloody fucking hell, Phantom. Nevermind. You can play a vampire totally accurately because you are one. A ghost one." John growls. "Cause that just had to be a thing."

Danny carefully doesn't think about how Vlad might have legitimate claim to that vampiric aesthetic he's got going on. Instead, he's planning on stealing an aesthetic change for his own ruse.

"Nice. Should I know anything else while we're here?" He asks.

John gave a wry laugh, crackling over the phone's shitty old speakers. "About Gotham or your new undead existence?"

"Both." He says instantly. "Both is good."

"Gotham has vigilantes. The birds and bats are efficient, and they spook easy at unknowns. Batman's technically my coworker if we're gonna call the Justice League a job - we don't get paid for this. He and his family deal with the craziest lineup of human rogues I've ever had the displeasure. It's made him a healthy amount of paranoid. If you're doing anything nefarious, he'll find you. And then he'll call me."

Danny isn't exactly afraid of John. But Pariah wasn't afraid of Danny, either, so the halfa takes it seriously. Internally.

"Yeah yeah old man. You've got your eye on me and all that. Uh huh." He genuinely appreciates the warning, too, but messing with John is his bread and butter.

"Watch it, brat," John says with no real venom, unlike a moment ago. "Or I'll bring out the stakes."

"I take mine medium rare, thank you."

"Piss off."

"...About the vampirism?"

"Normal ghost bullshite applies. It's about the ecto, I think. You go absolutely nutters for the stuff in undead folk. Something about how ectoplasm interacts with the reanimated. Liminals are nutritious too, but I've been told it's the difference between cafeteria food and gourmet. One smells absolutely heavenly, the other is barely appetizing."

Oh Ancients is that why all his exes are Liminal? No, hold on, was part of the reason Vlad was so weird about him just ghost-vamp on ghost-vamp mutual hanger?

"What, I'm not the only Halfa in your life? John. I thought we had something special."

"Please don't make this weird. Do not flirt with me." John instantly scolds. "I know you're just being your little weird brand of playful, but I knew you when you were a kid shaped menace. C'mon."

Danny blinks. He didn't think he was flirting, but apparently he was. "Alright. Sorry, John."

There's a sudden crash on the other side of the phone. Followed by John's muffled cursing.

"Listen, I have to go. If you're serious about this I'll get you some good fakes. Text me with what you'd like your name to be." And then John hangs up. Danny smiles into the lingering silence.

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PhantomMenace: Dante Nightingale, pwetty please 0w0

God's Favorite Whore: That's the most main character name I've ever bloody seen.

God's Favorite Whore: You're from a dead family in Illinois, farm boy, meta. Had an accident at 14, with a near death experience for believability. You've also been missing since shortly after it. Anyone looking into you will think that's when you got "turned."

PhantomMenace: thats why your the cool uncle <3

God's Favorite Whore: This should count as another favor, don't you think?

PhantomMenace: Yup. I'll be nice

PhantomMenace: 💚 ~2/20 Favors until Soul Return~ 💚

[kiwicider]

intertwined, sewn together - satoru gojo

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

wc: 1.0k

synopsis: satoru was a chronic overthinker

a/n: finally posting after quite literally forever, so she may be a bit rusty !! :] set while tsumiki and megumi are still quite young, gojo is 19-ish! ac to 510_juju :)

There were few things that reminded you of Satoru Gojo’s mortality.

Sometimes it was the glint in his eyes as he all but pressed his nose into the windows of local shops, staring at the desserts or knick knacks that lined the shelves with a wonder behind the black-tinted lens of his glasses. Other times, it was the small, pale scar you saw on occasion that was etched onto the flesh of his forehead, serving as a physical reminder of past curses and fights.

But at times like this, when it was just the kids and you, it was how his shoulders slumped as he sat on the couch beside you, blue eyes lidded and dull as he stared at the TV.

You sat in the Fushiguro’s small, worn apartment, the clinking of forks against glass dishes coming from below you as Megumi and Tsumiki ate their dinner in front of the television. The cartoon playing provided an airy feel to the living room, an occasional laugh from Tsumiki pulling a soft smile to your face.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as Satoru shifted to rest his cheek against your shoulder, a small puff of air leaving his nostrils when his body relaxed against yours. A quiet pitter-patter of rain had begun to hit the window panes and matched the pattern he tapped onto the back of your hand.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he hummed. “Maybe a little tired.”

You looked down at him, his breathing even and the alabaster skin beneath his eyes tinted mauve from restless nights. “It’s just us here, Toru. They’re not paying attention.” Although you wouldn’t outright say it, you always knew when he avoided telling the truth.

He toyed with your fingers for a moment. “I really am tired, sweetheart.”

Things were different now, but you knew that. Satoru used to feel invincible, an amalgamation of his youth and being the strongest sorcerer translating into an aura of confidence that radiated from him like a shimmering aureole. Nowadays, he wasn’t much older—or suddenly weak—but he’d been pulled from his own bubble and into a world that everyone around him had to face much earlier.

Not everyone could be saved and no one could stick around forever—he now knew this to be true. It had always been in the back of his mind, but every day that passed seemed to nail the idea deeper into his psyche.

It was a culmination of everything, he thought. Both the father of the children who sat in front of him and the two adolescents themselves, deaths of his juniors who deserved to be here more than he did, and the simple way in which the people he knew like the back of his hand seemed to change into things he couldn’t recognize.

“Satoru,” you whispered against his temple, “I think you think too much.”

“There isn’t much else to do,” he replied.

“Your mind’s always running, isn’t it?”

“It’s the same as always; things are so different from how they used to be.” He buried his face further into your shoulder, muffling his voice. “It’s whatever now, I know. But I miss it.”

“I miss it too,” you admitted. “We rarely see Shoko, and Nanami’s, well, not the same.”

Everyone had found something to bury themselves in after whatever loss they may have faced, because there was more than plenty to go around. For Shoko, it was anatomy textbooks and the morgue, and whatever breaks she gave herself were spent with a cigarette dangling from her pink lips and a salty snack that substituted dinner stuffed in her hand.

“Sometimes I think Geto would’ve been a lot better at this.”

Geto.

It was rarely Suguru nowadays.

Your words were caught in your throat at the mention of his name, but Satoru seemed unaffected. It might have been his way to push the memories back, but his voice still rang with a twinge of regret.

“At expressing his feelings?” you joked after a moment. “Something tells me he would have been anything but better than you.”

He squeezed your hand in mild amusement. “Not just that, the kids too. He could have been a little more helpful than I am, I think.”

“Not true,” you chastised. “Isn’t that why I’m here too? I pick up from wherever you leave off, Satoru.”

“You’re the better part of us,” he mumbled. “I know it’s not fair, but I need you.”

“We need each other,” you corrected him. “We’re partners, Satoru.”

“Do you really think that’s true?”

Although it proved itself to be impossible, you often wanted to take some of the weight he held on his shoulders and place it onto your own. He’d had the expectations there his whole life, long before you were ever in the picture, but Satoru still acted like it never weighed him down.

You pushed strands of hair away from his eyes, letting them fall near his temple. “How could it not be?”

There wasn’t much the two of you had in life that stayed consistent, other than each other and the seemingly never ending issues that came with jujutsu society. Subconsciously, you knew that was part of the backstitch that held you and Satoru Gojo together, like two mismatched pieces of fabric sewn along the edges to create something that could withstand wear and tear.

“Y’know, in my world it’s only us two left,” you murmured, looking down at him, “and our new little friends, too. Everything and everyone else just comes and goes.”

Satoru slid an arm around your waist, the lingering scent of gourmand perfume that stuck to your clothes and the soft humming of the cartoon in the background comforting him.

For the first time in forever, he felt his mind settle into the same apartment his body was in, surrounded by the scent of a garlicky dinner and pages of neatly solved equations on homework assignments. Satoru was no longer looking behind him, only up at your warm eyes.

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[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 97 (Cherished Friendships)

Conrad tried to make breakfast for his hosts while a familiar light rain drizzled outside, but Neal rushed into the kitchen to stop him. "It's an old stove. Real finnicky," he insisted. "Maybe you should let someone else do that. Heather, maybe."

"It's no trouble. I had a stove like this growing up," said Conrad, but Neal shook his head.

"It's not a good idea."

Daisy shook her head with a gentle chuckle. "Don't let him scare you. He's just trying to scam a meal out of his daughter now that she's as good as any gourmet chef."

They all knew it was more than that, but they went along with the excuse because it was easier that way. "It's not like I'm making anyone ambrosia," Heather said. There was nothing special about her scrambled eggs and bacon, but she took over at the stove while Conrad hung out with sleepy Lavender, instead.

The early morning rains let up and the sun came out, so Heather and Conrad next headed to Old New Henford, where Everett, Spencer, and their children had settled well into the mild winter season - at least it was more seasonal than their last home in Oasis Springs.

"Greyson, say hello to your godmother, Heather."

"Hi, Heather," he said cheerily. "Hey! You have glasses, too!"

"I told you she did." Spencer looked apologetically at her old friend. "He just got glasses recently and was feeling insecure, so I was trying to tell him all the awesome people I know who rock glasses."

"Your glasses look really good, Greyson. The bright red is so cool!" Heather wasn't lying to him about his glasses, though she played up the excitement to help Spencer convince him to embrace this change in his appearance. "I've had glasses for pretty much as long as I can remember, and I love wearing them. If I looked as cool as you, I'd love them even more!"

Seven-year-old Greyson smiled up at Heather. "You look pretty cool," he said, before running off to play on the monkey bars in their backyard.

Heather watched firsthand the bond between Spencer and her sons. Especially four-year-old Jett, who was Heather's biological child, but was treated the same as his siblings. He followed Spencer everywhere and loved making everyone laugh. "I seriously don't know why you doubt yourself, Spence," Heather gushed. "You're an incredible mom."

They also met Everett and Spencer's third little miracle - a daughter they named Violet. She was about six months younger than Lavender, with big blue eyes like her mother.

"I hope you don't mind that their names are so similar," said Spencer. "I've just always loved the name and I thought maybe the girls might grow up to be friends as close as we are. If that happens, their names are a perfect set!"

Heather smiled at the thought. "I think Violet's name is perfect, and I'd love for her and Lavender to have as many adventures together as we have!"

"I'm still planning to take you to Selvadorada with me next time, if you can get away."

Heather nodded. "And I'm still planning to get away, as long as business stays as manageable as its been lately!"

Everett's father Bob stopped by to say hello, and Heather thought to ask him about Agnes and Agatha. "How does it feel seeing clones of your dead mothers walk around town?"

He laughed. "It was hard to get used to, but now it comforts me whenever I see them. They're together forever, just like they wanted to be."

They left for San Myshuno after leaving the Pancakes' after lunch, picking up Ash from the Landgraabs' penthouse before stopping in to visit with Heather's old friend, Dylan Richards, and her family. Pearl was a year and a half older than Ash, but their mothers were happy to see them get along.

"You can do my math homework?"

Ash shrugged. "It's not that hard. Just numbers."

"I don't like numbers," Pearl complained. "I prefer dancing, but every time I want to practice, Darrell gets in the way!" Pearl's toddler brother perked up from the sofa at the mention of his name. "Be glad you have sisters. Little brothers are so annoying!"

Pearl's father, Gavin, chuckled. "He just wants to spend time with his big sister, sweetheart. He loves you!"

"Why can't he love me and be less annoying?" she moaned.

Gavin took Darrell into the hall to help him use up some of his energy, and by now, Lavender was struggling. It had been days since she'd been in her own crib and felt the familiar surroundings of their home in Brindleton Bay. Though she'd been her wiggly, happy self for most of the weekend, she was fading fast.

Heather had hoped to stop in to see Holly and Kris' daughter, Betta, who was only a few weeks younger than Lavender, but Heather and Conrad knew it was time to head home.

(Look at that face. She would not stand being passed around for cuddles in one more stranger's arms this day!)

They knew they'd see Heather's youngest niece during the Winterfest holidays, but they still had a few weeks of work left until the festive season. ->

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NOTE: Did I give Heather and Everett's children all colour names? Yes I did. Am I plotting something? Maybe. Will we know what that is for years? No. 😂 Did plotting encourage me to give Violet a better outfit than the default medieval cc dress and bucket hat she aged up in? Also no.

[inkmonster21]

Short n’ Sweet💋

Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, tension, angst, argument

Part 16 https://www.tumblr.com/inkmonster21/768227993949749248/i-have-a-fun-idea-babe-maybe-just-stay-inside

Series Masterlist https://www.tumblr.com/inkmonster21/763696503137157120/1-whos-the-cute-boy-in-the-white-jacket

You Do Something Sus, Kiss My Cute Ass Bye

💋💛💋💛💋💛💋💛💋💛💋💛💋💛💋💛💋

As you sit in the car, your rehearsal session still fresh in your mind, you glance at your phone. It's 7:38 PM, and you realize that you might be able to catch Hugh at an opportune time. With hopeful anticipation, you dial Hugh's number, fingers crossed that he'll be free.

After a few rings, the line connects, and Hugh's voice comes through the receiver. "Hello?" he answers, his tone holding a mix of curiosity and familiarity.

“Hi, this wouldn’t happen to be Hugh Jackman would it?”

There's a soft chuckle on the other end of the line before Hugh responds, playing along with your silly charade. "Indeed it is," he replies, his voice warm and friendly. "And who might I be speaking with?"

“Need to know, baby. I’ve got a special delivery for one Hugh Jackman. Wondering if he was home and not busy so I could drop it off.”

Hugh grins, now aware of your playful banter. "Ah, a special delivery, hm? Sounds intriguing," he responds, his tone laced with playful curiosity. "And who might this special delivery be from?" “The shipping label says it’s from your conveniently young, hot, sexy girlfriend.”

Hugh laughs aloud at your description, clearly amused by your playful words. "Oh, my conveniently young hot sexy girlfriend," he chimes back, his voice filled with both humor and affection. "I guess that means you're the one behind this special delivery?"

“Only if you’re home and it’s okay I come over.”

Hugh's tone softens as he responds, his desire for your company is evident in his words. "Yeah, I'm home, I was about to work out, but please can come over. I'd love to see you."

“I’ll be over in about 25 minutes then. I’m leaving rehearsal now.”

Hugh's smile is audible in his voice as he responds. "Great, I'll be waiting for you. Drive safely," he says, a hint of both excitement and reassurance in his tone.

As you park your car outside Hugh's apartment, a wave of anticipation washes over you. The weeks of rehearsals, hectic schedules, and the absence of Hugh's presence in your daily life have only heightened your excitement to finally be together again. With a mix of eagerness and affection, you make your way towards his door, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of being reunited with him.

You enter the apartment, the familiar surroundings of Hugh's home welcoming you back. However, you're somewhat bewildered to find the main living room empty. The absence of Hugh's presence prompts a moment of confusion as you wonder where he might be.

Your footsteps lead you down the stairs and into the well-equipped gym area. There, you spot Hugh engrossed in a workout session, his muscles rippling as he moves with determination and focus. The sight of him, in all his ruggedly handsome and dedicated glory, sparks a wave of affection and admiration within you, “damn.”

Hugh looks up at the sound of your voice, his intense workout broken momentarily. Noticing your gaze, a sly smile appears on his face. He pauses, breathing heavily, and responds with a hint of amusement, "See something you like, darling?"

Still panting slightly from his workout, Hugh gazes at you appreciatively as you settle down on the bench beside him, “very much.”

His eyes roam over your form, admiring the way your figure moves and the soft smile that curves your lips.

He looks at you with a mix of playfulness and desire, his voice laced with a hint of suggestion. "So, you've been checking me out, have you?"

“Baby, I check you out every day.”

Hugh lets out a soft chuckle, his expression a mix of satisfaction and affection. "Is that right?" he teases.

He moves a little, shifting his position to face you better, his eyes never leaving yours. "Well then, I must be doing something right if I get to be your daily eye candy," he responds, his voice low and flirtatious.

As you lean in to capture his lips in a kiss, Hugh gently stops you, his tone laced with concern. "Careful, love," he cautions, his words tinged with a hint of warning. "I'm all sweaty from working out. Don't want you getting all dirty."

Hugh can't help but smirk at your brief pout, finding your playful display of disappointment endearing, “are you going to shower?”

He nods in response, a sly smile tugging at his lips, "Yes, But..." His gaze drifts down your figure admiringly before returning to your eyes, "You're welcome to join me, if you'd like."

“I’d love to.” Hugh's eyes follow your every movement as you discard your shirt, jeans, and saunter away in your alluring undergarments. Watching you walk away, he can't help but appreciate the view, his eyes tracing the curve of your form appreciatively.

As you move towards the shower, he calls out, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness, "I'll be there in a minute. Don't start without me, darling."

As you stand amidst the hot shower stream, the bathroom begins to fill with steam, creating a slightly hazy ambiance that adds to the intimate setting. You take your finger and write a heart on the foggy mirror. The simple gesture is a silent declaration of affection, a gesture that's as subtle as it is sweet.

The sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom door lets you know Hugh is on his way.

When Hugh enters the bathroom, his presence immediately fills the space. He loses no time discarding his shorts, revealing his muscular frame as he steps under the shower's inviting spray. You take the opportunity to join him, the water already warm and welcoming.

Naked, you stepped into the shower, joining Hugh under the warm spray. He turned to face you, his eyes darkening with desire. The water beaded on his skin, making his muscles glisten even more.

"You look incredible," he murmured, reaching out to trace a finger along your collarbone. "I've been thinking about you all day."

You leaned into his touch, your body pressing against his. The heat from the shower enveloped you both, intensifying the moment. His hand traveled down your arm, sending shivers down your spine, before cupping your breast. His thumb brushed over your nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

"Mmm, Hugh," you moaned, arching into his touch. "You feel so good."

He grinned, his eyes filled with lust. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. Feels like I haven’t seen you in weeks."

With that, he lowered his head and took your nipple into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, sucking gently, then harder as your breath quickened. His other hand slid down your body, fingers teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

You gasped, gripping his shoulders, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath your fingers. The hot water cascaded over you both, mixing with the sweat and desire building between you.

"Oh, God," you whispered, your head falling back as he continued to tease and suckle your breasts.

Hugh's hand reaches down to your core, his fingers sliding through your wetness, easily finding your clit. He rubbed slow circles, building the tension as he continued to pleasure your breasts with his mouth.

Your knees weakened as the pleasure intensified. You leaned against the shower wall, letting the water run down your back, as Hugh's skilled fingers brought you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby," he whispered between kisses and licks. "Let go, let me feel you come."

His words were like a command, and your body obeyed, shuddering as the orgasm hit. You cried out, your fingers tightening on his shoulders, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Hugh didn't let up, continuing to stroke and tease, drawing out your climax until you were sure you couldn't take any more. Finally, he pulled away, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

"You're incredible," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted to taste you for so long."

You smiled, still catching your breath. "And I've wanted to feel your touch. You have no idea how good that felt."

He grinned, his eyes never leaving yours. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea." Then, without warning, he lifted you up, pressing you against the shower wall. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and you felt the hard length of his erection against your core.

"Hugh, wait," you panted, even as your body craved his. "We should use protection. We’ve been playing with our luck lately."

He chuckled, his breath hot against your neck. "Don't worry, I'm prepared."

With that, he reached for the condom packet that was sitting in the shower shelve. Hugh sends a playful wink in your direction. You laughed, realizing he had planned this moment, and your desire for him intensified.

He tore open the packet with his teeth, his movements confident and swift. In seconds, he sheathed himself, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

You nodded, your heart pounding. "I've been ready since I saw you."

Hugh positioned himself at your entrance, his hands gripping your thighs. Slowly, he pushed forward, filling you inch by inch. You gasped, feeling stretched and deliciously full as he slid deep inside.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his eyes closing momentarily as he savored the sensation.

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. The hot water continued to cascade over you both, adding to the sensual experience. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built.

"Yes, Hugh," you moaned, meeting his thrusts with your own. "Fuck me, harder."

He obliged, his movements becoming more urgent, his hips slamming into yours. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the shower, mingling with your heated breaths and moans.

You felt yourself climbing towards another peak, your body responding to his every stroke. Hugh's hands gripped your waist, holding you firmly as he pounded into you, his desire evident in every thrust.

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Let me feel you squeeze around me."

Your climax hit you like a wave, crashing over you as you cried out his name. Hugh's own release followed, his body tensing as he filled the condom with his hot seed.

Breathless and satisfied, you stayed locked together, the water washing over you, cooling your heated skin. Hugh's lips found yours, and you kissed passionately, tasting each other, sharing the intimacy of the moment.

As the shower began to cool, you reluctantly pulled apart, stepping out into the steamy bathroom. Hugh wrapped a towel around your shoulders, his eyes filled with affection.

After your steamy shower with Hugh, you make your way into the kitchen, feeling refreshed and invigorated. Your hair, still damp from the shower, hangs in loose, wet strands around your face. The scent of your shared moment together still lingered in the air, adding a subtle hint of intimacy to the room.

You move around the kitchen with a sense of ease and familiarity, your fingers tracing over the smooth countertops as you hum snippets of your songs under your breath. The melody of your voice fills the room, a soft and soothing sound. The water in your glass ripples gently with each syllable you hum, creating delicate waves that match your gentle tunes.

You let out a small gasp, surprised to find Hugh's daughter, Ava, quietly settled at the kitchen bar. Your heart jumps in your chest at the unexpected sight, and you immediately scold yourself for letting her slip by unnoticed.

"Ava, you scared me," you exclaimed, your hand going to your chest as if to calm the racing beat of your heart. She looks at you with disapproval, “I’ve been here for like, 20 minutes.”

You let out a small laugh at her blunt comment, your heart rate slowly returning to normal. "Really?" you respond, your tone light-hearted. "I didn't even notice. You're stealthy."

“You were busy,” You catch the hint of sarcasm in her subtle smile and respond with a small nod. "Yeah, I guess I was," you admit, not wanting to provoke any tension.

Hugh emerges from his previous activity of getting dressed and walks into the kitchen, a soft smile gracing his lips as he sees his daughter, Ava, sitting at the bar.

"Hey there, sweetie," he says, his voice warm and affectionate. "What are you doing here so late?"

“Your house is closer to the show than moms. Dannie and Jenna are going to pick me up here tomorrow,” Ava looks to you, “think you could get us some backstage passes?”

Under normal circumstances, you might have responded with a polite but firm "no." But there was something different this time. Hugh's hopeful, almost pleading expression stirs something within you, making you reconsider your response. You know he values spending time with his daughters, and if getting them backstage passes would make him happy, it felt like a small price to pay.

You take a deep breath, meeting Hugh's eyes once more, and respond with a nod. "Yeah, I can probably arrange that."

Your response visibly pleases Ava, and she gives a slight smirk, her voice laced with a hint of satisfaction. "Thanks," she replies, her tone softer this time. "Jenna just really looks up to you, and it's her birthday.”

Hugh looks at his daughter, a mix of proud father and amused at her bluntness. He then turns to you with an appreciative smile, silently expressing his gratitude for your decision.

Hugh's heartwarming smile widens as he looks between you and his daughter, a twinkle of affection in his eyes. "My two favorite girls," he repeats, his voice holding a soft and warm tone.

He places a gentle hand on Ava's shoulder and then gently touches yours, his fingers brushing against your skin for a moment, the subtle gesture filled with tenderness.

“You’re still coming too right?” You asked Hugh, “Because Victoria's Secret sent over the final version of the Wolverine dress.”

Hugh's eyes light up with genuine interest at your mention of the Wolverine dress. He chuckles lightly at your question and quickly reassures you. "Of course, I'm coming," he responds eagerly. "There's no way I'd miss seeing the final version of that Wolverine dress. Victoria's Secret?"

You shrug, “They’re going to do all the outfits for tour. They wanted to do something special for my last show before the Short n’ Sweet Tour.”

Your statement sparks a look of slight surprise on Hugh's face. He arches an eyebrow at the news, his interest piqued. "Really? Victoria's Secret is doing all the outfits for your tour?" he asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Ava's action doesn't go unnoticed, her eye roll and the movement to the couch is subtle but telling. She appears to be distancing herself from the conversation.

Hugh glances over at his daughter, a hint of concern flitting across his face momentarily. However, he chooses not to comment on it directly, his focus quickly returning to your conversation about the tour.

You felt the tension in the air, a sense that you might be overstepping. Wanting to leave on a positive note, you lean into Hugh, your lips touching his in a soft kiss. When you pull back, you speak to him, your voice gentle yet filled with a hint of resignation.

"I think I should go," you murmur softly. "I'll see you tomorrow?" Hugh responds to your kiss, his lips meeting yours in a loving embrace. He pulls back gently, his gaze holding a hint of disappointment, but he nods, understanding your cue to leave.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow," he replies, his voice sincere yet slightly reluctant to see you go so soon.

Hugh's declaration of love reaches your ears just as you're about to step out the door, “I love you!” You stop and turn to face him, your heart swelling with affection. You respond with a soft smile and a gentle "I love you too."

You then direct your gaze to Ava, who is sitting on the couch, her expression showing a hint of disapproval. Still, you smile warmly at her. "See you tomorrow, Ava," you say, your words filled with politeness before exiting the room.

You sit comfortably in your makeup chair, chatting casually with Megan while the makeup artist works his magic on your face. The room is filled with the usual atmosphere of makeup artists readying their models for the show, creating a familiar and somewhat comforting ambiance.

You confide in Megan, sharing your recent experience. "It was just weird," you say, your words revealing your confusion and some lingering frustration. "Ava doesn't like me at all," you continue, your voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

Megan listens attentively to your words, her eyes studying your face as she offers a sympathetic smile. "Maybe she's just protective of her dad," she suggests, trying to offer a possible explanation for Ava's behavior.

“Oscar isn’t! He treats me like we’re friends. Sends me memes and TikTok’s and shit. Ava just looks at me like I should burn in hell.”

Megan lets out a small chuckle at your comparison between the siblings' reactions to you. "That's because Oscar's cool," she remarks with a nod. "Like his dad."

She then goes on to address your feelings about Ava. "Maybe it's just a 'girl thing,'" she muses, her tone thoughtful. "Girls are weird. Especially when their dads find someone new."

You can't help but blush at Megan's blunt compliment. She follows up her earlier comment with a cheeky grin and a nudge.

"Not to mention you're a young, hot, sexy pop star," she repeats, emphasizing each adjective with a playful wink. "You've got it all going on. Talented, good-looking, successful. Some girls might feel threatened by that."

A hint of frustration mixes with your words as you respond to Megan. "I'm not trying to play stepmom either," you emphasize, your voice laced with irritation. "I just wish she wouldn't look at me like I ruined her whole day every time I'm there."

Megan holds up two dresses, one with Deadpool's signature red and black design, the other a strong and sexy Wolverine theme. She grins at you, a sly hint in her eyes. “Stop worrying about the 18-year-old and focus on your show, please. Now pick.”

"Red first," you state, your tone playful. "Then we'll switch to Wolverine for the second half."

You emerge from your dressing room in the eye-catching red Deadpool bodysuit. The fabric hugs your body in all the right places, accentuating your figure with a sexy yet badass demeanor. As you step out, the people backstage turn their heads, their eyes drinking in the sight of you in your new outfit.

The moment you walk out on stage, the crowd erupts into applause and cheers. Your presence sends a wave of excitement through the audience. The lights are bright and the music pumps through the venue, adding to the energy of the moment.

You reach your mic and the crowd's response only gets louder.

The words flow out of your mouth effortlessly, and the crowd responds with a wave of cheering. Your greeting is met with a mix of enthusiastic shouts and whistles.

You continue, your voice carrying out over the expanse of the venue. "Hey there! How’s everyone doing?"

Your playful remark referencing Deadpool's witty humor garners a wave of laughter and applause from the audience. The joke is timed perfectly and it's clear they love your nod to the character.

"I hope you like my outfit," you add, a smirk on your face. "Can't let them see them see me bleed, right?"

Your performance that evening is a blend of nostalgia and excitement for the future. You sing some of your favorite songs from previous albums, and the crowd sings along enthusiastically. The atmosphere is electric, fueled by a mix of memories and anticipation for what lies ahead.

You sing half of the previous album, a beautiful and emotional send-off to your old material. However, at the end, you hint at your upcoming tour with the mention of starting to sell tickets for the Short n’ Sweet tour in a few months. The crowd responds with cheers and applause, the anticipation in the air palpable.

After a short break, you emerge from backstage now dressed as Wolverine, fake claws attached to your hands. You make a grand entrance on stage, making a spectacle of it all. The cameras capture your every move, but not before panning over to Hugh in the audience.

The stage lights reflect in Hugh's eyes as the camera finds him in the crowd, his gaze fixed on you as you walk out. You can see a mix of surprise, excitement, and undeniable admiration on his face.

You deliver the final lines of Nonsense, your voice carrying out over the crowd. The reference to Deadpool and your description of a "jacked man" in a Honda spark knowing laughter from the audience.

"Sorry Deadpool," you exclaim, not without a hint of sass. "I stole your best friend. I rode in the Honda last weekend. He's so huge, just like a jacked man."

You then continue with the final lyric, "If you haven't seen the movie yet, you're not a real fan."

You wave your final goodbye to the audience, their cheers and applause following you as you step off stage. The adrenaline of the performance still pumps through your veins, and you make your way backstage.

As you emerge, you notice Ava and her friends waiting in the wings, their excited faces and the backstage passes they're holding a clear indication that they were enjoying their privileges.

You approach the group, your smile warm and genuine as the girls' reactions vary. Jenna and Dannie clearly admire you and seem thrilled to be there, while Ava maintains her reserved demeanor.

"Hi girls!" you greet them cheerfully. "You all enjoyed the show?"

Your warm smile deepens as you respond to Jenna's gratitude. "Of course! I'm glad you had a great time."

Dannie also chimes in with her own appreciation. "Yeah, it was amazing!" she agrees, her voice filled with genuine excitement.

Ava stands there silently, her face impassive as she listens to her friends gushing over your performance.

“Was that last part necessary?” Ava's blunt comment breaks the flow of the conversation, and you look at her, a mix of surprise and slight defensiveness crossing your face.

"You mean the references?" you ask, your tone a bit sharp. She shrugs, “just seemed kinda explicit. Even for you.” Ava's response triggers a brief tension between you. Your forced smile belies your annoyance as you respond, "I'm sorry you feel that way. Seems a lot of other people felt differently."

You take a subtle dig at her, reminding her that the audience, her friends, and her own father, seemed to enjoy it.

Hugh's sudden arrival catches you off guard, but the feeling of his arms wrapping around you is warm and reassuring. You lean back into his embrace, finding comfort in his presence.

As he holds you, you can’t help but notice Ava and her friends watching the moment with varying reactions. Ryan and Blake approached you, their smiles widened and their eyes sparkling with excitement. Ryan was the first to speak, his tone light-hearted and playful.

"Can I borrow that suit for the next red carpet?" he asks, his words tinged with a hint of admiration for your Wolverine costume.

You meet Ryan's request with a smirk, shaking your head in a playfully coy manner. "Nope, sorry, Ryan," you respond, your tone laced with a hint of sass. "I'm attached to it now."

Ryan feigns disappointment, while Blake laughs at the interaction.

You take the time to pose for pictures with Jenna, Dannie, and Ava. Jenna and Dannie appear excited and enthusiastic, but Ava tries to maintain a neutral expression. Despite the tension you feel, you make an effort to be polite and pleasant.

With the pictures taken, the girls bid their goodbyes and leave, the backstage area becoming slightly quieter with their departure.

Hugh follows you into your dressing room, sensing the tension you've been holding. As you collapse onto the couch, a sigh of relief escapes your lips.

Hugh takes a seat next to you, his presence offering a sense of comfort. He gently reaches out, his hand finding yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You okay?" he asks, his voice calm and full of concern.

Sitting there with Hugh, you're aware of the delicate situation you're in. You want to address Ava’s treatment of you, but you're also mindful of not overstepping boundaries or causing tension. You remain silent for a moment, contemplating how to approach the subject.

Hugh's hand is warm in yours, a reminder of his presence and support. He seems to sense your internal struggle and gives your hand another squeeze, encouraging you to speak your mind.

“I'm going to start by saying, I think your kids are great. Oscar is so funny and nice and Ava is so smart and beautiful and outgoing…”

Hugh's expression turns slightly worried as you begin your statement, complimenting his children. "Thank you," he responds, appreciating your words about Oscar and Ava. However, when he sees the 'but' coming, his brows furrow in anticipation.

"But...?" he prompts, encouraging you to continue. Your blunt question hangs in the air for a moment, and you can see Hugh processing your words. He gives your hand another reassuring squeeze, his expression turning empathetic.

"It's not that she hates you," he replies, his tone gentle yet firm. "It just might take some time for her to adjust to the situation."

Your gaze locks with Hugh's, and you feel the seriousness of the situation weighing on you. His attempts to downplay it only seem to increase your conviction.

"I really think," you repeat, emphasis in your tone, "it's just because she hates me." Your words hang in the air, a challenge to Hugh to address the issue head-on.

Hugh's expression falters a bit at your firm response; you can see the conflict in his eyes. He looks like he wants to protest, but your conviction pushes him to finally confront the issue.

He takes a moment before responding, his tone measured. "She doesn't hate you," he says again, but this time it sounds like more of a plea than a statement of fact.

“Then what do you suggest I do? Keep ignoring her rude comments?” Your scoff echoes through the room, and Hugh listens intently, his expression a mix of helplessness and concern.

He hesitates before responding, clearly struggling with how to approach the situation. "No," he says, shaking his head. "But maybe give her some space. You should know exactly how immature teenagers can be."

Your mind catches onto the way Hugh’s tone dips and the use of the word 'teenager'. You find yourself getting increasingly frustrated with how he seems to downplay Ava’s behavior.

"What are you trying to say?" you repeat, your voice a bit sharper as you look at him with a mixture of annoyance and confusion.

Hugh seems to shrink back a bit, recognizing the growing intensity in your voice.

"I’m just saying…" he starts, his voice trailing off as he tries to find the right way to say this. "this is a delicate situation. You have to be the mature one.” Your confusion and frustration reach a new high. You stare at Hugh, still unable to believe his words.

"Seriously?" you echo, almost sarcastically. "Me? Mature? I’m trying my best here, Hugh."

“Well try harder. You’re going to have to understand what the dynamics are dealing with this. You’re too young to fully comprehend-“ Your laughter cuts off Hugh's words, and your voice rises in volume. "Hold on a second," you protest, your irritation clear in your tone. "I'm too young?”

The dismissal in his words and the patronizing way he's speaking to you only adds fuel to the fire. You leap to your feet, your emotions boiling over as you glare at Hugh, who still sits on the couch, looking up at you.

"I’m not some child," you snap, your voice crackling with anger. "I've been in the public eye, dealing with fans, media, paparazzi since I was a teenager. I know how to show respect to others. Something Ava clearly doesn’t understand.'"

Hugh's expression hardens as you confront him, his confusion mixing with a hint of anger. He rises slowly from the couch, matching your glare.

“Don’t talk about my daughter like that,” he snaps back, his voice filled with protective edge. “Then don’t let her talk about your girlfriend like she does.”

Your words seem to hit a sore spot in Hugh, his expression wavering between anger and frustration. He runs a hand through his hair, the stress evident on his face.

"It's not that simple, okay?" he retorts, his voice taut with defensiveness.

You let your sass show through as you roll your eyes and start removing your boots. Hugh watches you, still bristling with frustration.

Your voice a mix of annoyance and exhaustion. "I have to get changed."

Hugh lets out a deep sigh, the tension in the air palpable. As you start to change, Hugh continues to stand there, his thoughts clearly swirling in his head, the argument still hanging between you like a dark cloud.

You make quick work of changing into your regular clothes, each movement fueled by impatience and anger. As you change, you can feel Hugh’s eyes on you, his gaze still filled with frustration.

The silence in the room only intensifies the tension between you. Hugh watches you silently, his eyes fixated on your movements, his mind still processing the argument.

“I’ll call you tomorrow?” Hugh’s gentle question hangs in the air, but you dismiss it with a shrug, disappearing behind the changing curtain. You’re fully aware of your behavior, but you can’t help it; your feelings are hurt and he’s not making the effort to understand.

As you change, your thoughts race with conflicting emotions. Maybe, just maybe, he’s right. Maybe you are too young to fully grasp the complexity of his family dynamics.

Once the door closes behind Hugh, you allow yourself a moment of vulnerability. Tears start to stream down your cheeks, the emotional release a result of the argument and the built-up tension.

You take a shaky breath as you stand behind the curtain in solitude, the empty room suddenly feeling very different without Hugh's presence.

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May I request CG!Angel with a newborn reader who is struggling to get them down for a nap? He tries everything but they just won’t settle.

I cannot thank you enough for your patience on this. I hope you enjoy! And I promise y’all requests will start coming out a lot faster now!

Pairing: Caregiver!Angel & Little!reader

Title: Soft Spider, Sleepy Baby

Description: Angel has tried everything in the book, but his Little just won’t take their long overdue nap. He hates feeling so helpless, but maybe he’s better at this than he thinks.

Word count: 921

Soft Spider, Sleepy Baby

Putting a newborn regressor down for a nap will be the easiest thing I’ve ever done! Angel had once thought.  Emphasis on once, because from the very first time he ever put you, his precious little one, down to sleep, he realized just how difficult it could actually be.

No matter how many routines he tried, nothing would consistently work.  Lullabies, rocking chairs, bottles, being held—nothing!  It was as if Hell had found another way to play a cruel joke on him.

That wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy taking care of his little one.  They were genuinely the sweetest, greatest thing that had happened to him, really!  He was a great Caregiver too!  But when nap time came around, when they were exhausted but unable to sleep, he couldn’t help but wonder what on earth he was doing wrong.

Hence how he found himself in his current predicament.

By now it was late afternoon; Hell’s scarlet Sun had begun to set, casting mahogany glows through the windows, enveloping the tiny nursery he had set up for you in the Hazbin Hotel.  The bottle on his dresser sat empty, but your soft, sleepless whines seemed to mock him; the warm milk hadn’t eased the Little to sleep.  Since it had been finished an hour ago, Angel had been attempting soothing motions in the rocking chair.  He had tried pacifiers numerous times too, but all three had been miserably thrown across the room in a surprising show of protest that was consistently followed by crying.

“It’s okay, baby, shhhhh,” Angel hummed, rubbing his soft finger over his baby’s cheek.  His patience was nowhere near gone, rather, hopelessness was beginning to creep in.

What am I doing wrong? Why won’t they take their nap? he thought nervously.  Yes, they commonly fought sleep, but when they were so clearly exhausted?  Is it my fault?

Sighing, Angel adjusted his grip on the Little, carefully gathering them into his four arms.  He muttered soft reassurances as he rose out of the rocking chair, officially giving up on that method.  Instead, he shifted his weight between his feet, a different soothing, almost swinging motion.  His Little whined as he moved, frustrated coos still arguing against their imposed bedtime.

Music?  No, he had tried that.

A calm movie? historically that made things worse.

A walk?…

Well it couldn’t hurt to try.  They didn’t even need to leave the Hotel; just wandering around the many corridors and enjoying a change of scenery might help.  And trying something new was certainly better than doing something unproductive again and again.

So, he hitched you in his arms again and made for the door, carefully sidestepping all the stuffed animals that had been strewn across the playroom floor.  The cries had not slowed, miserably whines pressed into his furry chest that made his heart ache.

As he emerged into the empty hallway, the sunset light met candelabras glow.  The muted lighting was relaxing, the silence surrounding them even more so.  Taking a deep breath, Angel began slowly ambling down the hall.

Maybe Charlie will have some ideas, he thought solemnly as his feet carried him and his baby towards the Hazbin Hotel’s foyer.  He had done everything he could possibly think of, and his Little was about as close to sleep as he was to redemption!

“I’m sorry, toots,” he muttered as the baby huffed quietly in his arms.  “I know you’re tired, and we’ll get you to sleep soon, I promise.”

Soon, they arrived in the lobby.  Like the rest of the Hotel, it was fairly quiet.  Husk silently moped as he manned the bar, Alastor and Niffty were nowhere in sight, and Charlie laid across the couch with a sketchbook in hand, hummin cheerfully to herself.  He approached her, utterly defeated.

“Hey, Charlie,” Angel greeted, his New York accent as heavy as his tone.

“Oh, Hi, Angel! Aw, is it someone’s nap time?” the princess gushed, smiling widely at the bundle in his arms.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted your help with,” Angel sighed.  “No matter what I do, they just won’t settle.  And I’ve tried everything!  Do you have any ideas?  Any at all?”

Charlie’s head quirked to the side, her eyebrows raised in surprise as she processed his words.  “But, they’re already asleep, Angel?” she remarked, confused.

Angel’s eyes widened slightly, he himself surprised by the assessment, and he tipped his head downward to see for himself.  Indeed, they had gone completely limp in his arms, chest heaving soft and slow breaths.  Their thumb had found their parted lips, eyes had fluttered shut.  They really were asleep!

“Since when?” he exclaimed in a whisper.  “I’ve been trying to get them to sleep for an hour; music, bottles, pacifiers, stuffies!  And the moment I walk downstairs, they finally give in?”

“Maybe you were doubting yourself a little too much,” Charlie suggested thoughtfully.  “They didn’t want toys or blankets.  They just wanted you.”

Angel stood there for a long moment, expression blank as he processed what that meant.  Was Charlie right?  Maybe all the comfort items in the world wouldn’t do a thing if he didn’t hold them this close?

Glancing down at his Little’s relaxed expression, all traces fo distress disappeared from their face, he slowly accepted that answer.

“I guess so,” he huffed a small grin.  “I’m glad they finally fell asleep.  I can’t stand seeing them so miserable and worn out.”

“And now they’ll have plenty of energy for later,” Charlie chirped.

“Oh, yeah, they will.”

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Wow ok this is just so much here

Its so good

Tbh i never really got the moment of clarity like i thought it was a nice route but it just never really clicked in my head like others

This has singlehandedlymade it shoot up my rankings like yeh i really see it theyre all just so... destroyed here

Broken thought he was already shattered and yet he got broken even further, losing just that little bit of life he didnt know he had in him

Cheated tried every strategy and plan and every one led to a loss, he just doesnt want to play anymore

Smitten probably thinks hes the best off out of anyone hes been allowed to keep the one thing that makes him himself, that lets him carry on. But after all that devotion is there anything left for him besides her, is he just a parasite waiting to be cut off

Hunted... just a scared animal backed to a corner, nothing left to do but scratch and bite until your end

Opportunist has no power here and he never will, he knows he cant get any higher so he might aswell lose that dream and help everyone else at the bottom of the barrel

Stubborn is the fighter. He has to fight. Fighting is all he has. He has to. But hes just going to lose again, it wont even be a match

Paranoid has been so scared for all these deaths and deaths and he still very much is. But hell be just as scared anywhere else and running will just lead to more horrors. He has to face his fear, even if it means his death

Contrarian just. Weve died so many times. It doesnt matter. It really just doesnt matter, we run in, we die, we run in, we die we run in and we die. Arent we so silly, isnt this so funny. Were just an ugly, bad joke. I think i might be tired of it

Cold i think has always felt atleast a little bit of love for the others deep down, even though hed never say that. Maybe its less "love" but more pride. Its always in the sense of an observer. He wants to watch them succeed sure but it is always just "watch". But they cant win anymore now and he cant just stay in the back. The rest have gone insane and hes been left to do the only thing he knows could help them, making them like him.

Skeptic. What is the thinker supposed to do when thinking hurts? Just stop. Just stop and vomit out anything that nakes its way into your head because atleast then it wont make you think anymore. Just let it out

I dont even have anything to say about hero. Its just depressing. Hes the one whos with us for every second of every pain and triumph. Hes always got our backs, always ready to hear out an idea and yet here he just. Wants us to give up? Do nothing? Really?

All of them are just so wrong. They shouldnt be like this. Reduced to pathetic shattered splinters of glass. Atleast they can have some solace now in their death. In their long quiet.

Atleast they are at ease...

An analysis of the voices in Moment of Clarity

Before we get into the analysis, a little note:

1- I am mostly trying to show how the trauma has affected each voice compared to them on their normal routes. If they have deviations in other chapters and I have stated them as trauma responses, correct me.

2- I tried my best but some voices are just difficult 😭. So sorry if I couldn't give a satisfying explanation to your favourite.

Without further ado, let's begin:

Firstly, it should be noted that what exactly happened after you decided to stay with The Nightmare is something not even the voices themselves are sure about. But what we do know is that whatever the events were they were horrific. The voices have tried everything up to this point except freeing her. And since nothing was working and it was only making things worse, they are effectively useless now. Even the Narrator acknowledges that they are all extremely traumatized.

So let's see how these voices handle trauma.

1) The Voice of the Broken:

The voice of the Broken has shown incredible resilience and empathy in the past. And in this route he is somehow even more broken. He is also on the "Free the Princess" team, however he only wants to do it because he wants this misery to end. He has the most interesting explanation as to why we(the player) can't remember being here through all those lifetimes.

"Maybe you're shattered in your own way."

Ding Ding Ding. We've found the trauma response. The Broken has been shattered more than he already was. His will and empathy have run out. Where once he probably tried accepting the Princess, the Princess just shattered them further. He just wants to be done with it. As he says, "She smashes us to smaller pieces."

2) The Voice of the Cheated:

The voice of the cheated is the only voice to comment on the absurdity of us having so many voices. And he says it as if he's complaining about it. It's the only thing he can really do in that situation really. The Cheated does NOT like losing. But after complaining for so long and ultimately getting no where, he just accepts defeat at this point.

"It doesnt matter what we do. Because we always find her. And if we don't find her, she always finds us."

Subsequently he is on the "I don't fucking care what happens anymore" team. That isn't to say he doesn't want this to end. He does but he has just given up on trying to 'win' and get an ending. Effectively he wants to quit now. And he doesn't care if it's by completing the game or hitting alt+f4.

3) The Voice of the Smitten:

The voice of the Smitten has an interesting trauma response. The relation here is almost parallel to the relation Broken has with The Tower, except somehow worse. Smitten is incapable of seeing faults in the Princess. And when questioned if we really do love her after all shes done to us he tries to justify his love by saying

"To be given an ounce of kindness from something so pure would be more pure than any other love."

After we say that the voices in our head are wrong, he replies

"She is the ONLY THING that's right."

The Smitten is heartbroken. He's like that ex you broke up with but he still texts 'I love you' every night. Except the Princess has probably toyed with the Smittens love. But the Smitten can't not love her. So he decides he must become good enough to earn the love of "our cruel and beautiful godess". And the only way to do that is to free her. He doesn't want freedom he wants affection.

4) The Voice of the Hunted:

The Hunted was already one of the weaker voices mentally. Here he's just completely silent. He has like 6 lines the whole route. Which is only 1 more than the Stubborn. The Hunted is scared. He is almost paranoid. He doesn't even tell us to do this or that. He doesn't even comment on the mirror.

I personally feel Hunted was so broken that like a scared animal he decided it was better to hide. He does speak out in agreement to Cold when he says we sealed our fate by not killing her. Interestingly, the response is very minimal. Primitive even.

"Kill or be killed."

Which if you know Hunted, is not a normal response. He usually wants to run or hide. He never wants to kill, just survive. But here he says it would have been better to just kill. So whatever Nightmare did has made Hunted go from run to hide to kill or be killed. Wow! This is like prey animal that when cornered will just lash out in violence if they have no other choice. And that's exactly what Hunted is.

Now we start getting into some really interesting deviations.

5) The Voice of the Opportunist:

The voice of the Opportunist is so unbelievably broken its unreal. First thing to note is he already has an opinion. Secondly, he defends his own opinion. That isn't very opportunistic. He doesn't even flip flop like in his other routes. He's so different in this one, almost as if he's gained empathy as a response to trauma. He eve tries to comfort other voices like the Broken.

"You did your best really. There's just a pecking order."

And he is the only voice who tries explaining to Skeptic why his constant questions are bothering them. He does it in a positive way as well.

"They're good questions. Great questions even. But they just don't have any answers."

And he clearly doesn't care what the others think about him at this point. He's also the few voices that have some semblance of sense. Like when Cold tells them to be unfeeling, Oppy says,

"He's not wrong. He's the only smart one left if you ask me."

Again a very different opinion from the rest of the voices that deem Cold to be a nuisance. He's in the minority here. And yet when you return and start making choices, he's so relieved.

"I'm sure whatever you settle on, it'll be the best possible decision you could've made."

The reason he's relieved is because there is someone actually in control. There is a decision maker he can agree with. Finally, someone to try and suade. But this is still the most resolute we've ever seen him.

6) The Voice of the Stubborn:

He is probably the most fed up with everyone else's bullshit. Interestingly though on this route he isn't urging us to face the Princess. The only route where he isn't in a hurry to reach the cabin. He has completely lost the spirit to fight. If you got knocked out, this Stubborn could not revive you. He still wants to get physical, just can't. Who's he supposed to fight? The Princess? That's already been tried. The other voices? Now that's an idea.

"Shut up. You {Contrarion} were here."

Fight me. It's right there he wants Contrarion to punch him so he can punch him.

"Ugh. Here you {Skeptic} go philosophising again. It never goes anywhere."

I'm mocking you what you gonna do about it? Fight me. But it's hopeless. He can't even be bothered to instigate a fight anymore. But he's the macho man. What will the others think of him if he isn't aggresive? The truth is others don't really care. But he does. So he says to smash the mirror. Partly cause he wants to feel the spark of a fight again, partly cause that's what others expect of him.

7) The Voice of the Paranoid:

He is STRESSED. To the point he's constantly thinking about the Princess. He only has one goal in mind. Free the Princess. Escape. Get out of here. Make the thoughts stop!!!!

Such a precious broken boi. He just wants peace. He states,

"(Freeing her) It's the only way to get our thoughts back."

He can also feel eyes on him. Not sure if that's just Para being Para or due to trauma. But he is growing restless because of it.

"She's watching us. She never stops watching us."

He also doesn't talk much. Like he's scared the princess will hear him. He was always quiet but he's unnaturally quiet. He also really really wants to free the Princess. Overall he's Paranoid, can't think about anything except wanting to free the Princess so he can have his thoughts back.

8) The Voice of the Contrarion:

Contrarion has always been a nihilist. Nothing matters so let's just have fun cue laughter. However, here we can't really have fun. So his attitude becomes, nothing matters cue laughter. Which just makes him seem so sad.

"There's no difference between fine and not fine. It just goes on and on."

We know that Contrarion does hate himself. But here he's trying so hard to hide it here. He does not want to look at himself. He doesn't even want to think about himself. When Skeptic starts to question identity. He's also been asked this before but he would rather look away than look at himself.

"Yes this is far from the first time you've asked us about consciousness. (In a mocking tone) 'Who am I?', 'What am I?'; (Angrily) What is 'I'? Who even cares."

The Nightmare has broken him so much but he'd rather ignore it. When the voices are telling us what to do with the mirror in the cabin, he says

"Just go around it."

He's so done with himself. He doesn't even want to look at himself. He thinks that the most disgusting thing he could see HIMSELF. Not only this he tries to dodge almost every question we pose.

"What does here even mean if you think about it?"

He doesn't want to acknowledge anything even remotely related to him. Where was I? It doesn't matter, nobody really cares about me.... atleast I don't.

9) The Voice of the Cold:

The voice of the Cold has barely been affected. Makes sense. But what's interesting about him is he has actually been affected. He either doesn't know or he is purposely ignoring it. He has become more irritable. He develops a form of empathy. He has some pity.

" I've tried to keep them numb but they are all too soft. A shame, really."

That doesn't sound like the backseat driver Cold we know? Cold wants to help the other voices but he well can't.

"You're lucky you haven't been stuck here like the rest of them. There's no other way to keep going. You either need to forget or you need to stop feeling much of anything. They can't do either."

The Cold tried to help them. But the nature of the voices doesn't let them be helped. Cold is severely disappointed because of this. He even blames the player for ending up in this position when he says,

"You sealed our fate when you refused to kill her."

He just wants the player to make decisions independent of the voices. He's seen what they all do. He sees that it always ends in losses. He thinks the player was there when the other voices were having a try. He thinks the player was just listening to their requests.

"You always give too much space to others. It's why you always lose."

He is also the chattiest in this route. He also has many lines where he just tells us to be unfeeling. He's trying to protect us as well. But he's also bored. And he just wants it to end because he's bored.

10) The Voice of the Skeptic:

Possibly the most broken of the bunch. He is TRAUMATIZED. Normally, Skeptic is the most grounded. He's the guy who always has a plan. But here? He's useless. He realises this. And just breaks. He can't answer any question. How many times have we been here?

"Many many many many times."

Skeptic, wheres the numbers? Was I here?

"Are you your memories? Or are you the one perceiving the present moment?"

For someone who really loves answers, he sure doesn't seem to have any. The most logical voice being turned completely insane. He can't accept anything.

"Can we love something that hates us? Can we love something that hurts us?"

He's trying to distract himself. He doesn't want to think about the situation. He doesn't want to THINK. That's so bizarre. The Nightmare has broken Skeptic so much he doesn't want to do the one thing he loves to do. In fact when we reach the Long Quiet his first words are,

"I can finally think again."

11) The Voice of the Hero:

The voice of the Hero has a reaction that would make anyone furious at the nightmare for what she did to our boy. Hero is normally jocund, enthusiastic, understanding, and overall lovely. But here he is depressed. He doesn't talk much which is unusual. He always has something to say. But he's just so defeated. When the Narrator tells you the only thing you can do is go to the cabin, Hero replies

"Or you could just give up."

Hero says that. Not Broken. Hero. Our Hero. The one who is always encouraging us through our journey. The one we can trust no matter the circumstances. Our best friend. This line is the most terrifying part of Moment of Clarity. If we had any optimism going in, it had left us in this moment.

"You're lucky. What I would give to be able to forget."

Please someone comfort our boy. He deserves all the chocolates in the world.

In the Long Quiet

Once you reach the Long Quiet the voices seem to ease up a little. They see death within arms reach and think it a mercy. As Hero puts it:

"Something tells me this is the end of the line, but I don't feel bad about it. I'm ready."

Which is a striking contrast to his usual plea to not look at it. His fear of death is converted to a longing of it. Which could be seen as a another proof of why the Narrator's utopia is wrong. Because people who have lived a nightmare long for change and even death. And so he is at ease.

The Broken says,

"It feels okay."

Which is huge for our boi. Broken never feels alright. He is always sad or depressed. Something is always not okay with him. But after living through a nightmare, things finally seem okay. And so he is at ease.

The Paranoid says

"The fear's gone."

Again an amazing development. Paranoid always feels watched, and he's scared of who it is and why is he being watched. But in his final moments, living through a nightmare, he realises that the fear has no place in him anymore. And so he is at ease.

The Stubborn says,

"I'm done fighting."

This statement is a confession. He had long lost the spark for a fight, but here he can finally admit it. He doesn't want to fight anymore. He doesn't want to resist anymore. He wants to let go, and he does. And so he is at ease.

The Smitten says

"My heart feels quiet."

The fire of passion is fierce. And here it burns the Smitten. He wanted affection. He desired a connection with the Princess. His heart was incapable of doing anything but. Now as he is unraveled, his passion is extinguished. His heart is quiet. He never did get the affection he desired but realised he didn't need it. And so he is at ease.

The Cheated says,

"The game was always going to end."

For him, this is an ending screen for a rage game. He hated the experience the whole way through. He constantly faced losses. But he persevered. And so he found the ending. After all, no matter how extensive the game was, it was always going to end. He is glad he didn't quit. He got to see the ending. And so he is at ease.

The Cold says,

"I'll be free of all of you."

The worst part about this nightmare wasn't the nightmare itself. It was the fact it was hurting the ones around him. They got hurt abd yet he was as unfeeling as ever. He knew he had to be right. After all, wasn't he the only sane one left? Now as death approaches, he doesn't have to help carry the burden of others. And so he is at ease.

The Skeptic says,

"I'm ready for the truth."

The Skeptic was thoroughly broken throughout this experience. A man of reality shatters when reality shatters. And the thinker's response to doubt is to seek. But no answers were present in the nightmare. Now there is something that is very clear in purpose. Something easy to test. The mirror is death? Alright then let's see the truth. There are answers again. And so he is at ease.

The Hunted says,

"I'm ready to sleep."

An animal who has tried everything to protect itself and failed over and over again. A wounded creature who was pushed to his limits. But he is very tired now. He tried his very best. Yet it seems death is inevitable. He has remained vigilant and fearful throughout the nightmare. Now he feels safe enough to rest. And so he is at ease.

The Contrarion says,

"I'm just ready to be anywhere that isn't here."

The nightmare had shown him how low of a person he could be. He has come to associate that version of himself with those wretched circumstances. As he leaves that place behind he leaves behind his self hatred. He wants to get on with it already. He finds esteem in himself and his voice now echoes with joy and pride. And so he is at ease.

The Opportunist says,

"Boys..... it's been an honour."

The one who has never experienced true connection. The one who is constantly at odds with himself and everyone. Throughout the nightmare he garners genuine connection and empathy. He realises that the ones he should truly support are those that he loves not those that are the top of a pecking order. He finally finds that connection in this moment with the others. And so he is at ease.

And so they are at ease.

[dxxtruction]

"Louis acting like a pimp to Armand" And what is a pimp exactly? Quickly. And, oh so sexual trauma survivors can't engage in kink now without it being all about that? Pet names? They can't be submissive anymore? Consensually? Sexually healthy? Be serious. I'd hardly say there's much power difference between them during all this anyway, except that Louis is freer than Armand and it's been putting a strain on their relationship. Louis wants more from Armand, and less of this 'being his past' for them both, and so helping Armand with this could fix that. It's healthy to want to help your partners get out of a rough patch?

I mean, the whole exchange was very clearly set up as a "I want to help you" after such a great moment of vulnerability Louis feels just how much Armand is desperate for it. Louis called Armand so they could work out a plan together.

And the bit with the umbrella was Louis' way of asking 'are you willing to listen to me?' and Armand said yes by unfolding it. Louis goes on and explains, Armand is allowed to argue against it, but Louis makes his point. And then he gives Armand a way to make his own choice in it too. Armand's already decided 'I want you, more than anything else in the world', but Louis still asks after if he's sure of his choice, and with a name, Arun, that is the one of his fullest agency, running the point home. Honoring the situation Armand calls Louis Maitre - as a way of being like 'I'll do as you've said then'. To make this work he's going to have to give Louis some of the control, yes. But it's the first time such a role is ever established, and it was his choice to do it. So so what if they do it in a very suggestive way? They can't like doing that? I think it's them having fun.

I struggle to find how Louis is being overly domineering here when really he's giving and offering Armand the most agency he's ever had. Same with finding it manipulative. The manipulation was more earlier in the episode I think, when he was stringing him along, giving mixed signals. He's no longer toying with him like that. Louis might be pushing Armand, leading him on to make a decision, but he doesn't mean bad by it.

But back to this pimp thing. I find it frankly offensive that this is where people are going with this. I get it, but to run with it being the case is, on many levels, wrong.

Louis told us episode 1 this was the only sustainable line of work to support his family and keep their standing, at the time. It was never his choice to be doing this either but his blackness allowed no other options. He did what he did so his family could stay in that house and maintain all their same comforts. It gave him privileges most black men didn't have at the time that he wanted to maintain and even have more of. Anyway, it doesn't and had never defined him the way 'being good at running things' had. And in that case he just likes having that kind of control where he can get it, which makes sense.

The world is what placed that kind of role onto him of what he was allowed to be able to run, not himself. And on that he actually treated the sex workers he employed well and respected them enough to give them more opportunity.** He recognizes they don't have much in the way of options either.

Louis employed sex workers, yes, but he didn't subject them to abuse, (like how Armand was)*. He didn't oversee things in a way that would go against their consent (see; episode 1 again)**. Sometimes a job is just a job. And Sex work is work.

Armand's particular past with sexual abuses may strike a particular cord with Louis, given all that, but the very last thing either is thinking is that Louis' pimping Armand out here. This is merely their decision as companions, and had nothing to do with adding another line in a laundry list of selling Armands body out to people at the command of someone else. Armand rescinds some of his control to Louis' wishes, because he wants him, and he trusts him, that's all.

If you aren't allowing Armand that choice, and are doubtful it's fully his, you're putting him right back in the box of being defined by his abuses. Putting him back into that space where he isn't given any agency over what he does. (Which is exactly opposite of what the intent of this scene is for)*.

*: (edit) added for clarity.

**: (strike through) numerous people are saying I'm misremembering these points so disregard it. (Thought he was siding with Bricks, it was the other way around). (Technically one aspect of those opportunities were for getting around the law). I don't have a perfect memory, it happens. Let's not get mad about it. Doesn't change much of the point which is that Louis, now, Louis then, was always considering more about the running things and for stated purposes. So I guess I'd say he may only have respected the SWers enough sometimes for what allowed him to do that, and there are moments he certainly expressed remorse over the fact, but he has a great deal higher respect for Armand that is genuine. It's incomparable. Please read my added notes in the tags, it should address most other concerns.

[batsplat]

NEW CASEY INTERVIEW NEW CASEY INTERVIEW

"Valentino Rossi and I were enemies, now we have overcome the past"

https://www.gazzetta.it/motori/la-mia-moto/27-11-2024/casey-stoner-al-ranch-di-valentino-rossi-gli-inizi-con-nolan-il-ritorno-alle-corse.shtml

(link) anon you are my hero and I love you. I was about to say I also love gazzetta for being my most reliable allies in getting fun interview quotes from casey, but I'm feeling somewhat less well-disposed towards them after having had to fight their website to even see what he said, let alone actually clip it. as ever, obviously go read the whole thing (might need arm surgery??) - does read a bit like paid content by the helmet company but still interesting. here, however, we shall be focusing just on the casey/vale stuff. the clip in question + transcript:

No, it's good, Valentino and I've put the past behind us many years ago now... I never stopped respecting anything Valentino did, but we certainly had our time where we were very very fierce rivals, almost "enemies" I would say on the track. And, you know, this is something than when you step away from racing and you have a different perspective, you can see things in a different light. So... I think for both of us, we stepped away, we have families. It's a very very different way of life for us now. And to get to share the track with him in an enjoyable way - something that I would have wanted to do in my early career, before we became let's say enemies - it's been a real real pleasure to spend some time with him, to see everything, this program that he's built... It's more or less a dream of mine to do what he's done, to have this opportunity to work with young riders like he is. He has the teams which he can implement and bring the riders through, and all of his riders now are at such a high level - it's a testament to what he's done. And I think it's such an amazing opportunity for anybody that gets to work with him.

crazy how I simply never lose

first off, this is something he's hinted at before, but there's just something really... you know. about casey talking about it being his dream to do what valentino's done training young riders :( and what he says about what an "amazing opportunity" it is for anyone who gets to work with valentino... can't help but think about that ask I answered recently about how much good it would have done casey to have a vr46-esque structure looking out for him. and maybe... just maybe... a thought he's had too...? read the answer as a whole and, come on - you can kind of see where I'm coming from, right. just this slight edge of wistfulness

second of all, again, it is just so extremely true to this rivalry that casey says they'd put the past behind them "many years ago now" when you just keep in mind what he's actually been saying about valentino in the last few years. "a different perspective", "you can see things in a different light"... well, sure, but not THAT different going by your interview output I would say. which isn't necessarily going to be completely reflective of casey's thinking over this time period - he's telling a story about that rivalry in the press, after all, and it's one that has increasingly become accepted in the mainstream consciousness. there have also been some gentle hints of him reassessing a few specific valentino-related elements of his career, like for instance his speculation that yamaha had strung him along to use as a negotiating tactic against their preferred pick (from late 2023). which (whether true or not) is ofc a different line from the *wink wink nudge nudge* approach deployed in his autobiography and elsewhere to heavily imply valentino blocked him from that seat

now, look, I STILL think he's going to go back to some of the old hits in future interviews... he's never going to stop having complicated feelings about valentino, and he does want the public to understand his grievances. BUT, as last stated on the 2k24 feud round-up, that internal conflict does not always survive actual direct exposure to valentino. casey does have a little bit of form where 'contact with valentino temporarily softening his rhetoric' is concerned. portimao 2021 was ofc when they did that helmet swap thing, casey gave some nice quotes about valentino at his presser there - including "but over time, there is no resentment and a lot of respect"... which obviously feels like it's quite detached from how people think casey feels, in large part due to what he's said since that presser!! and it took him as long as an entire month before he got a few more digs in (memorably that was when casey said valentino couldn't be fast without a tow, which again is factually questionably but undoubtedly extremely amusing). and surely we'll get at least a little bit of a relapse, but who cares: "real real pleasure" to spend time with valentino!! real 2 me

incidentally, casey has used the 'enemy' word previously in relation to valentino - generally when discussing his belief that valentino deliberately made an enemy out of him. he also said about laguna '08 a few years ago, "before we were rivals, after that we were not enemies but we were a lot stronger rivals". (discussed here.) obviously there's no way to objectively distinguish between 'rivals' and 'enemies' - and I'd agree with casey in that 'enemies' would be quite a strong word for post-laguna but maybe a bit more accurate by 2011-12 - but as ever it's interesting how he himself characterises their dynamic. "very very fierce rivals" indeed lol. and they're no longer enemies :) peace and friendship wins the day

thirdly. third of all. number three.

And to get to share the track with him in an enjoyable way - something that I would have wanted to do in my early career, before we became let's say enemies...

HUH. huh! huh

well, I mean. obviously. but, you know. thanks for saying it? oh man, casey... his wry little smile... lonely young casey, who looked at valentino and saw an attitude towards the sport he was never going to be able to adopt as his own. who would have liked some of that joy for himself - maybe dreamed that one day he too could have fun like that - only for those emotions to remain mostly foreign to him. ofc casey's complicated feelings towards valentino and why that early idolisation turned sour has been discussed in a fair bit of depth on this blog, but well, here's another piece of the puzzle. he would have liked to share the track with valentino in an enjoyable way!! unfortunately, given the circumstances in which the two of them got to know each other, casey was never going to get what he wanted out of valentino. beyond any specific crimes committed by valentino... the more you study that rivalry, the more you come to the conclusion that casey's disillusionment was unavoidable. valentino never could have been what casey needed him to be - not as long as he was casey's rival, rather than his mentor and friend. maybe in another life

[lecliss]

I'll never be able to take the theory that Vincent is Sephiroth's real father seriously cuz I cannot stress enough how important I think it is to the plot that Vincent wanted to fuck Lucrecia and did not get to.

[nogoodnameideasrn]

Thank you for your respectful response.

I read your conabuse masterpost, and here are my thoughts on it. Keep in mind that I'm coming at this as a complete outsider who has never been in a relationship like this nor has any desire for it.

I 100% agree with you that it shouldn't be called "consensual abuse", as abuse and consent don't go together. You can't consent to abuse. You can consent to being harmed by a partner, but then it's not abuse. I agree with you that the concept of "consensual abuse" makes it harder for abuse survivors to discuss their real abuse because it implies it's possible to "want" abuse.

Some of the people in the anti-harm radqueer server I'm in (strictly either anti-c or lim-c) prefer the term "carnifism", which was coined to describe consensual relationships involving pain or torture without having the sexual associations that the term BDSM does. This is the Carrd that was linked. Not sure if you would be interested in this term.

As for the concept itself being harmful, I'm kind of on the fence. A lot of the posts that you gave as examples of how bad it is seem like they could have come from one of the BDSM/kink blogs that I've accidentally stumbled onto before subsequently blocking. Even the worse "conabuse" post sounded like it was ripped right from that "trauma porn" subreddit that I decided to browse out of morbid curiosity (I felt like throwing up afterwards, but I reminded myself that this is some people's legitimate kink). At the same time, I don't want to discount the experiences of those who have genuinely been abused in these relationships. Who it stopped being just play for. Even if the transharmful and transharmed people in these relationships claim they're taking the utmost precautions, there's no way to verify they are. But I guess BDSM is the same. There's no way to prove that two people in a BDSM relationship are actually using safewords if you only know them online. The solution isn't banning BDSM relationships. It's providing better resources for sufferers of abuse and educating people on what safe relationships look like.

One thing that I do definitely disagree with you on is the idea that incest between close-in-age relatives can never be consensual. I don't know if this actually has anything to do with conabuse, but it was linked in your conabuse resources, so I'm addressing it. I checked out the multiple studies linked on mental health outcomes in incest survivors, and they seem to suffer from sampling bias. Most of them seem to focus on cases of CSA by relatives rather than two adults who happened to be related. I also don't know how they got their sample to study, but it was likely people already seeking out psychiatric assistance. Lastly, if the relationship you're currently in is illegal in your state/country (which incestuous relationships usually are), you think you're going to out yourself by signing up for a study? I don't think these studies really prove anything other than "child rape causes serious mental health issues" which, like, duh.

Sorry, this might have gotten rambly. But these are my thoughts.

I was doomscrolling the #anti transharmful tag, and they really don’t seem to have any empathy for transharmfuls whose identities aren’t linked to intrusive thoughts, who they can paint as the “victim” of the “evil radqueers”

Me: I fantasize about stabbing dogs.

Anti: Oh honey, those are just intrusive thoughts. Unwanted thoughts that your brain decides to give you. They’re distressing and go against your morals. You’re better than these thoughts, and you shouldn’t build an identity around them.

Me: No.

Anti: What do you mean no?

Me: I mean that they aren’t intrusive thoughts. I’ve struggled with intrusive thoughts for a long time now. I know what they feel like. And these aren’t it. They aren’t unwanted. The only distress they give me is knowing how others would react to them. Some part of me actually does want to do this. And I’m not ashamed of that. But that shouldn’t mean I’m irredeemable.

Anti: ACTUALLY IT DOES KYS KYS EITHER THAT OR ADMIT THAT THESE THOUGHTS ARE EVIL AND MAKE A PART OF YOU EVIL.

[phagodyke]

weekend melancholy is starting to kick in >~<

[gu6chan]

99% just my autism speaking here but something ive been noticing lately that im sorta kinda 😶 about is when ppl are like "I think you'll like this" but not bc they ACTUALLY think you'll like it, rather they just got into it and want you to also get into it so "I think you'll like this" is a nice personal hook. i love chill stuff as much as any other person ofc but given i don't divulge that EVER, what makes you think my berserk reading, made in abyss watching, drakengard playing ass would like YURU CAMP????

[the-acid-pear]

today's prompts are spiders and self insert so i've been thinking of drawing nembone and a uh, bunger. but Im still thinking around the uh. ? i cant remember the word HELP the fucking COMPOSITION there.

[chrisnoelie]

omg all of this is so 😭😭😭😭 this is some of what i was thinking about before!!!! i apologize for how long this got though omg...........

there’s something about them not getting together immediately and instead it takes them a bit more time to understand what they are and what they both mean to each other that really gets me BUT i also do love the idea of them together in college and early on in their professional careers and then they just stay together

i 100% love the idea of joe being concerned about their status because thinking about it too much might ruin their chances of a championship. and then they're fuckin and it's actually quite beneficial so they're like hell yea let's do this more often

and of course there's a moment where they realize everything is going to change because joe is leaving and ja'marr has to stay another year and who knows if they'll even be able to play together again on the same team, etc etc. BUT what i love in thinking about this time is that yes they're learning who and what they are, and sometimes that leads to random hookups with strangers or maybe even other friends, but it never feels the same. both of them come to accept that there will probably never be a future (in terms of a romantic relationship) between them, so they let it go. trying to let it disappear over time, maybe they text/call each other less and less until ja'marr gets drafted and then he's suddenly in cincy and it's a whole new world of Emotions for them.

i would love for there to be a moment when they start playing together again where they realize their feelings never went away and even if they don't do a damn thing about it, it's always lingering in the background

the thought of joe and ja'marr playing for different teams genuinely devastates me but the angst............ the idea of what could've been, never taking that chance to make it happen, ja'marr going to play somewhere else and maybe he's on a significantly better team (i am so sorry to the bengals but you know we do kinda suck) and he gets all these crazy records and the team wins almost every game, if not every game, makes it to the playoffs, maybe even the super bowl! but it's not the same. whatever quarterback he plays with isn't joe, he doesn't look at him the same way, he doesn't have that unspoken connection with him. he's still great! they still have a great dynamic for a qb and wr! but this guy just is not joe and ja'marr hates that.

and tbh i think it'd be more fucked up if cincy wouldn't get a sb win before ja'marr leaves, but with the team he moves to, they get one. that's what gets ja'marr the most out of everything. the celebration isn't the same. he's happy to get the win, but the one person he wants to celebrate with the most is nowhere to be found. and idk the capacity of the stadium they'd be in but there's gotta be thousands and thousands of people there and yet ja'marr has never felt more alone in his entire life.

so ja'marr takes the time to talk to joe, maybe he even just. physically goes to see joe to talk in person. and they have a serious discussion about their futures and maybe since ja'marr left the bengals are missing something in their offense that has a very obvious solution, and joe asks if he's happy with the team he's with now. if he was happier in cincy, if he prefers playing with the other qb, how it felt to win the sb, that sort of stuff. it gets them to discuss ja'marr potentially coming back to the bengals, and then turns into something they discuss with... whoever the hell is responsible for contract negotiations and whatnot. i don't know. by the time the next season rolls around, ja'marr is back playing with joe. it also leads to them not being so dumb about their feelings for one another and they actually start dating for real.

obsessed with them just casually fuckin and it's the most normal part of their relationship, to the point where there's like no distinction between the fwb era and the dating era. the domesticity just comes naturally to them and saying i love you isn't even a big deal to them. and they tell their parents and the response is "wait you weren't dating before?" or "we already knew that" LOL

aaaaand i do have a fic that i want to write but i don’t think i have my thoughts in order LMAO. i’m going to share these tiny snippets which does center around a sort of one night stand on the night of the natty but the idea extends wayyyy beyond that night

the initial setup is the night of the championship, where it’s just a bunch of joe processing his emotions and believing everything is one sided between them. verrrrrrry much just angst and pure sadness here

and then once it gets into the bengals era, it gets Complicated. because their fwb era doesn’t actually start until here, in this particular au. they don’t actually really talk about their previous hookup, and once they become fwb it starts off as something that happens when they lose games, when they win close ones, eventually when they win the afc championship, etc.

the super bowl is actually also what i thought about in terms of them recognizing what they are, and if i were actually writing this in full (never say never, but it'll take me forever lol), there's 100% a callback moment to the national championship being the moment where joe realizes his feelings for ja'marr versus the super bowl being where ja'marr realizes his feelings for joe. and even then, maybe they still don't get their shit together because they're so focused on the mistakes they made that led to their loss but they have another hookup before they head back to cincinnati.

and then things get Weird bc i love angst. as they work their way back in the offseason they're also working through this sense of failure that's inevitably going to follow them for a while (even though it's still a huge accomplishment for them to even get that far to begin with!!) so when they hook up, at this point, it's very... emotional, without being emotional. it's two idiot men who are both in love but would rather not acknowledge it out of fear for both losing their friendship and ruining what they're capable of on the field.

so they stop hooking up bc it's getting too real and they're getting too comfortable basically being in a relationship. they still hang out and are the absolute best of friends despite all of it, both of them still terribly in love. and this goes on for a long time (joe and ja'marr can be very stubborn)...

...until joe's wrist injury happens and he's out for the rest of the season.

while joe watches on the sideline, he has a lot to think about. he thinks about football, of course, thinking about his future and the anxiety he has surrounding whether or not he'll ever play well again, but sometimes his thoughts center on ja'marr. all of his time off allows him to watch ja'marr play more, watch how he is around a different quarterback, and there's a sense of pride seeing how their relationship is a unique thing between them, that it's not shared with anyone else.

they finally talk about it sometime in december. maybe joe's birthday? maybe they get together and do something to celebrate and joe just ends up being so forwardly honest about how in love he is and doesn't let ja'marr say anything until he's finished. he totally expects to be rejected, but it's a weight off of his shoulders, and for a brief moment he thinks it'll be okay. he thinks ja'marr might hate him, but they can move past this.

and then ja'marr calls him stupid and tells him it's mutual and joe just laughs with tears in his eyes from how ridiculously happy he is. the rest of the night they're just teasing each other endlessly but i love you gets thrown around a lot and ja'marr is very insistent on repeatedly calling joe his boyfriend as much as possible.

i'm really terrible at writing fluff so this is all i have on this au. a lot of rambling, and it seems like i do have my thoughts organized to write this into a full-on fic, but i haven't written smut in so long and i really need to do it justice. and again, i cannot for the life of me do fluff, so if this does get written, it's going to be the angstiest fwb slowburn ever written :P and i'll add a couple of songs i associate with this!!

casual by chappell roan

it's hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser just makes me think about them having random clothing items at the others' house accumulated through several hookups. they're sharing shirts and hoodies and sweatpants whether they wear the same size clothes or not

i like u by niki

both the lines we both said this was just physical, well, one of us lied, can't set feelings aside and thought i just wanted you there, with your hands in my hair, but i crave more make me so insane with this au. this song is literally about fwb so it's perfect here

holy water by now, now

and i'll take my chance 'cause i know you got a wild heart, but i've loved you from the start feels like it's just describing ja'marr like oh my god. also the chorus??? you touch me like an angel, but you kiss me like a sinner??? joemarr joemarr joemarr!!!!

hi hello i keep thinking about joemarr being fwb at lsu but it never turns into anything until they’re playing together on the bengals and they’re a little older and more mature. but when they think too much about what their relationship is they realize they’ve been in love this entire time and neither of them want to be the one to admit it </3

oh hellooo!!!! this is sooo??? i would love!!!!! to hear more of your thoughts on this fwb au!!!!!! insane little tidbit of them not realizing they're actually together are you in my headddd are you planning on writing a fic?? please say yes 🫶

i have. so many thoughts. on fwb joemarr 😔 and all of it is angst. which i don't write. but just the way i have this in my drafts 😭 please don't ask why i never actually reblogged it

i know i said i have thoughts on this fwb au but in all honesty it's very jumbled it's a mess it's unfinished it has a beginning and a little point in the middle and literally no end. but i'd like to expand on it anyway! so:

like 20% knowledge of their lsu timeline sorry (i wish i knew more of their roster btw :(( this would make writing this entire thing easier and more detailed) but midway through their undefeated season when they're finally getting way more comfortable outside of the field, a post-game party in one of the seniors' house, drinking, partying etc, they weren't exactly attached at the hip that time yk still slowly learning how to be friends instead of just teammates, learning how to joke with each other, learning what makes the other tick etc. they end up seated together at a table with the rest of the guys, table small enough and crowded enough they're pressed right up against one another but it's casual you know they're bros completely normal to have your arms touching as you yell at one of the guys to chug etc etc. they just end up staying close the whole time—yapping at one another, jeering at others together, ganging up on justin that one time, weirdly sharing personal things with each other in the middle of a crowd when no one was paying attention to them, smiling at each other dopily for a weirdly long time like for some strange reason, that night they clicked in ways never before outside of the field?? like that moment ja'marr said they both clicked on the field for the first time ever, but this time in the middle of someone's dining room, pressed ankles to shoulders to each other, also in the middle of the loud cheers of their teammates, breath seemingly in one space from how close they were together.

the crowd dwindles but they stick close together, joe has his arm around ja'marr like he usually does at times when his adrenaline is high but this time it's just because he just wants to (not that he fully understands why), ja'marr is quiet because he's sleepy so he just follows wherever joe is dragging him, and they're walking out the house with some of the guys, someone is singing ballads loudly and incoherently for some reason, and joe's house is close by, so they stop there and ja'marr is just following in like a dumbass because he's so fucking buzzed but he feels safe with his quarterback so who gives a shit if he's intruding. none of the other really say anything because, hey why not their star qb and their little wide receiver seem like they'd follow the other anywhere really at this point so have at it. and they're hollering the two goodbye as they walk away and now joe and ja'marr are just alone together in joe's modest little rental and it's quiet and comfy and they're grinning at each other dopily for the nth time and then somehow the most natural progression for them is for joe to offer ja'marr the bed and ja'marr to scoff and say they should just share like hell either of them is fucking up their back on the shitty couch and then they're brushing their teeth in joe's modest bathroom side-by-side and joe is offering him some sweats and a t-shirt to sleep in and ja'marr is just staring blankly down at the faded spongebob t-shirt handed to him while joe is rambling at him how he has just one pillow so do you want to rock paper scissors this or—they kiss 🤗

like you could say ja'marr dropped the t-shirt and stepped right into joe's space and kissed him or you could say joe trailed off mid-sentence because he got so fucking distracted by his wr being shirtless in his bedroom in his sweats staring down at his shirt with those stupid lashes that he reached out an arm to reel him in to kiss him or you could say they just decided right then right there they wanted the other in no other way than like that that they both did the stupidest thing they could possibly do mid-season and kiss their teammate and undress them and shove them toward the bed and climb on top of them and grind down against them and—

they completely blacked out unfortunately for their first time 😔 joe woke up first with his face tucked into ja'marr's neck and he groggily untangles himself without clocking how or why they're like this and he sits up and looks blankly down at ja'marr spread eagle snoring in his bed wearing nothing that he could see and covered in bitemarks and promptly untangles himself away from the bed and out the door and into his bathroom to freak the fuck out by himself. got himself together somehow and starts making pancakes (? does he cook. i don't actually know.) because fuck if this ruins anything between them or their chances of winning the natty his one-track-minded-ness and sheer determination to win saves them tbh. ja'marr wakes up alone but joe's clanging pans in the kitchen so he knows damn well someone's outside and he knows this is joe's bedroom and all those clothes strewn around is both of theirs and the splitting headache and sore everything doesn't stop him from realizing that holy fuck they slept together. frantically tugging yesterday's clothes on, panic mounting like crazy, probably crying too, and stopping right in front of the closed door with his head pressed against the wood feeling like everything is falling apart. he musters up the courage to walk out anyway and he can't read joe as well as he does now while joe's putting up a frigid front through sheer stubbornness when he's also freaking the fuck out inside especially when he comes face to face with an ashen-faced ja'marr clearly crying too.

there should be like more after this like hooking up only sometimes, growing closer and attributing it to how they're also fucking now but is it really all there is to it. they completely sidestep that initial awkwardness because what else could they do they got a game to win a championship to get to. they get sooooo much better on the field making each other look stupid good etc etc. and throughout this shit show of sleeping with each other they have talked about it just once and that was to say 'I don't think im gay but' and how there's 'no harm' in continuing the way they do. yeah.

things come to a stop after the natty of course, they don't see each other as often because joe's getting ready for his combine (?????) etc i don't actually know what goes on after tbh but basically they grow apart, joe moves out of nola back to ohio, gets into cincy, gets injured, etc. i think i could add like more to this entire arc (?? what fucking arc) but no thoughts rn tbh. oh but this little period is also where they come to terms with their sexuality!! being apart for a whole year, learning how to be somebody without the other, exploring other options, settling firmer on who they are, etc.

ja'marr gets into bengals, and things don't really start up again at first because they don't really feel like it? like they're still relearning who the other is after all these months apart? like it was just really genuinely casual to them they either fuck or they don't, it was a bit of fun, they aren't going crazy when they see each other again because to them it didn't really mean much of anything other than a bit of fun between friends! but there's some totally insane underlying feelings that they don't realize of course. the emotional roller coaster of ja'marr's preseason drops getting attacked left and right, joe steadfast in his belief in ja'marr comforting him (there's totally a high tensioned scene of this where they're just shy of something but ja'marr was too fucked up about his drops for it to actually come to anything), then their first game together first nfl touchdown 🫶

they might fuck again after that? but to be completely honest i have nothing else to add to this. maybe some angst of them starting up again and then stopping because suddenly it got...weird? because they're starting to realize oh wow hey what i'm feeling for you is not casual stuff. theres a little 'hey i don't think we should do this again tbh like let's focus more on the sb now that we're yk in the nfl we're not dumb kids anymore' or something idk but mostly i want them to agree not to fuck again untilll ->

this one fucking sceneeee that honestly kickstarted this entire thing but basically post sb loss they just slow-dance to the first time ever i saw your face by roberta flack. this just would notttt leave my minddd. they just dance slow and intimate in the middle of joe's living room. and it's like. after they lost the superbowl. after ja'marr dragged his ass out to the get him out of his head and after a whole day of just getting drunk of their asses and drinking away their feelings very manfully and fucked-upped-ly. they spill out their uber to joes house but they can't sleep and they just. start up the radio that's annoyingly repeating the superbowl fuckery and they just keep switching the station until they end up weirdly in this obscure one where the host is saying something completely unintelligible and then the song's opening instrumentals start up and of the sudden they're just wrapped around one another in the middle of joe's living room.

and then they're just in each others arms and staring deeply into the others eyes and still trying to deal with the loss and this uncertainty between them as roberta flack croons the first time i ever kissed your mouth i felt the earth move in my hand like the trembling heart of a captive bird that was there at my command my love and i just feel sooo fucked up over it. staying rooted in one place on joe's ridiculous rug just wrapped up in one another neither able to say a word the radio conveniently shutting off just dead air until boom who knows kissed who first they just end up in bed together like all those times before.

and its the first time in a while that they actually sleep together again after their pact to not do it again! and the thing is it's good this time! it isn't like any of the other times they slept together and pretended everything was fine and made the stupid conclusion that it was bad for them! i mean it was because they didn't really talk about it if they did it would be great you know but. this time they feel settled! they actually cuddle unashamedly in the afternoon that they woke up! had brunch together with the food that's usually delivered around that time for joe! made very distinct training plans together, fired up for the next season and trying again for a ring etc etc actually making plans for the future together basically.

AND THIS COULD END HERE OKAY like they have full blown realization and actual conversation that oh. this is it. this is literally the it that they've been avoiding for some reason and oh my future is literally you and not just on the field as a quarterback or a receiver or a teammate but you as something so definitive for me that there is literally no other way this could end other than us being together! totally could end here but!! in a separate timeline by which i mean if i could make it wayyy angstier than it needs to be:

like everything is niceeee, everything is hot and horny it's crazy they keep doing things together they've never thought of doing with anybody else! but they're not fucking talking even when they keep getting feelings and freaking out in the most random of moments over the other (hence the posts up top) and then burying their feelings down the next second because they think the other doesn't feel the same and think that what they have going on is enough. really. it is.

okay so like this fwb fic in my head is actually. way longer. like as in ja'marr trades out of cincy longer 😭 just they just keep pretending everything is fine and dandy and that shit is sooo not good for them and this actually ends in ja'marr being unable to handle all his feelings and running away leaving cincy lmaooooo sooo sorry (no idea if they won a sb before ja'marr left or not lmao which would be more fucked up do you think). i feel like i should expand more on why this ends up that way but i can't. which is like why this is never going to be a full fic 😭. it's kind of like that one time i mentioned this in an ask sort of inspired by bad bunny's cloud 9 'you will always be my favorite form of loving' 😃.

this is honestly mostly because of another slow dancing scene i can't get out of my head :")) they slow dance one last time before the news officially breaks out the next day to hey that's no way to say goodbye roberta flack ver. jesus sorry im in my feelings with her sooo sorry but look at the lyricsssss do you get me

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm And your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm Many loved before us, I know we are not new And in city and in forest they loved like me and you But now it's come to distances, both of us must try Your eyes fill with sorrow Hey, that's no way to say goodbye I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme You know my heart goes with you, your love stays with me It's just the way life changes, like the shoreline of the sea But let's not talk of love or change, things we can untie Your eyes fill with sorrow Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

ja'marr trades to another team, the nfl actually set them up against each other for week 5 and so they finally see each other again after that one last dance where they didn't hook up btw to add to the misery. they fall into bed again after whoever the fuck won i have no idea and. fought......fucked each other up beyond repair.........

i don't actually know how the story would progress after :) so sorry. it's like my mind stopped right there and theres no end in sight to their misery hurt no comfort etc. but if it's any consolation i do think i would end this not fic im not writing with ja'marr trading back to cincy and they finally make up officially and win a sb together <3 (the i love you post up top is set during their first match up btw so they got way too fucked up about it because?? you fucking left me for another team??? and fought etc but the love is there ofc so they called each other and made up etc)

on another handdd i also have thoughts for a completely different fwb au where they aren't freaked out at all btw. like no life changing thing about it they just go on with their lives like 'oh we're fucking now? of course we are' because they're soooo comfortable with each other they don't need to freak out about it or talk about it they know each other why would trusting the other with something as intimate as sex be anything bad. it feels food! it's fun! they love how they are in the bedroom together! and their relationship just progresses naturally to actually being together in an actual relationship because of course! they go on these dates anyhow what's more with feelings involved?

joe thinking 'oh I'm in love with you' as ja'marr unpacks their uber eats for them on joe's living room where they plan on binge-watching star trek discovery rambling about every little thing he could think of and then just nodding and going on with his life helping ja'marr unpack and needling him for his pickiness with food. ja'marr thinking 'oh I'm in love with you' as joe fusses over the new chrome hearts catalog that ja'marr showed him trying to pick over their new matching jackets or something and then just nodding and going on with his life telling joe to shut the fuck up he is not wearing that pick something else. pressing foreheads after the second orgasm of the night and just staring at one another and quietly letting out their first i-love-yous and then grinning at each other and laughing and rolling around on the bed trying to be the first to kiss the other after that bombshell and going on with their lives deciding if they want to move in together, if they want to tell their parents at the same time to save the hassle, if they should finally bring tee out of his misery of pretending they aren't together no matter what tee says, etc etc. just one without angst because they trust the other so much it really isn't difficult at all.

oh and there's this lovelyyyyyy bit of one night stand thing during the natty championship that @cementcornfield cooked up that i am sooo obsessed with that you should definitely read if you haven't!!!

sorry if any of this doesn't make sense or the grammar is shit btw 😭 but i would loveeeeeeeeeee to read more on this ask you sent!! tell me all about your ideas!!!!! please <3