#because my poor boy has been having some problems with the walks lately

[szczekaczz]

doggie had a check-up today :( his blood results are excellent, the vet said he's very well taken care of and we're doing everything right. and that his minor back and heart issues are only due to him aging. i have to hug him really tight when i see him tomorrow

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hiiii I wanted to request hazbin boys x injured male reader? Reader gets into a scuffle, gets roughed up quite a bit and comes home not looking too well (I wanna see em fuss over the reader lol)

Mmph, yes yes, I love boys fussing over their injured darling. Too fuckin cute! I have so many great requests for Hazbin and Helluva, I’m so excited 🫨 thanks for the request and enjoy anon 💟

Notes: gn!reader bc anyone can get into a scuffle so why not, mostly fluff with a sprinkle of angst

TW: blood, bruises, fighting, cussing, of course it’s suggestive during Angel’s part 😉

Includes Lucifer, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and Alastor

Hazbin boys x reader- Bruises 🖤

You’re not sure who roughed you up, you barely got a look at the dudes before you were laid out on the dirty sidewalk getting punched and trying to push one of the perpetrators off you. Whoever he was, he was strong and brutal and must’ve really had a problem with you because damn, you were fucked up. Not that you couldn’t hold your own, but there was more than one of them and they really caught you off guard. You had suffered several blows to the face and a few kicks to the stomach and back. Seemed like the group showed just a bit of mercy tho- they could’ve broken your legs or straight up killed you. Luckily, you limped away with only minor injuries but a huge blow to your psyche. While it could’ve been worse, it was horrific and traumatizing regardless.

It’s hard trying to stay tough and take care of yourself because you’re scared, feeling like you’ll have to look over your shoulder from now on when you’re out on the streets. It was also a bit embarrassing considering Husk and Angel offered to tag along with you to keep you safe but your dumb ass insisted you were fine alone.

It was late now, around the time everyone went to bed at the hotel so you were expecting to silently creep inside, hobble to your room and take care of yourself in secret. And if anyone asked about the marks or bruises the next day, you’d just blame it on a wild night of partying. To your surprise, as you walk in the door the entirety of the hotel’s staff and residents were sitting on the floor and couches in the front room, drinking and talking by the fireplace. Of course, Charlie had everyone doing some bonding bullshit late at night. The sound of the door clicking open has everyone’s eyes looking towards you now. “Ah, shit…” Leaves your swollen lips as the crowd gasps and one by one, they all stand and approach your damaged figure. Finally, the one person you really didn’t want to see you like this comes rushing forward to get a good look at you.

Lucifer 🍎

“Oh, Satan! (Y/N), are you okay? What happened? Ohhh, my poor angel!”

Proceeds to fuss and worry over you while wearing the saddest expression :,( his poor bb

Might actually cry a little…just hurts him to see his darling all banged up.

It’s not just the physical pain he senses, it’s the emotional pain you feel too- the fear and the trauma and the stress of it all

His hands just hover all around the most damaged parts of you- fingers almost touching your eye which was now swollen shut, his thumb ghosting over your busted bottom lip

Whisks you away to his room and runs you a bath. Gets you all clean and is probably still whining and crying over you as he watches the bath water turn red with all the blood washing off you and gets you ready for bed.

He’s an emotional man, okay?

He also feels extremely guilty for not being there to protect you. Even if you bluntly told him you don’t need his protection, he feels like it’s still his fault at least a little bit.

Miiiiiiight start a silly little argument over you never leaving the hotel or his side ever again lol

“I just want to protect you, my love. Please! Stop being stubborn.”

He’ll really really baby you tho.

Like even if your legs are working fine, NOPE! Don’t move an inch. Luci will carry you anywhere you desire.

“Lucifer, I just have a black eye and some scrapes. I can walk just fine, babe.”

And he’ll just ignore you and continue to coddle you and do everything for you

For sure this man peppers very gentle, very soft and slow kisses on your tender face once you’re cleaned up and finally resting in his bed

And he for sure cries again in the morning when he wakes up and your face looks even worse

Probably even panics a bit like-

“IM TAKING YOU TO A HOSPITAL OH MY SATAN!!! MY POOR BABY WWAAAA!”

“It’s just some bruises! Luci, they always look worse before they look better, I’m fine.”

Just calm him down with some kisses and words of love

Angel Dust 🕸️

“Holy shit! What happened, babe? Oh no…this is bad. This is sooo bad! This is why we wanted to go with ya.”

Also gets very dramatic and concerned, looks so sad over your battle wounds

But of course he’s a flirt even under tough circumstances and can make a dirty joke even in the most dire situations

He’d definitely tell you you look hot asf and that you’re soooo brave~

Tries to lighten the mood a bit

“(Y/N), I wanna be the only one who gets to rough you up.” *pouts but also winks at you*

Angel has had his fair share of beatings courtesy of Valentino so he’s very good at first aid and knows tons of tricks to help with bruising, cuts, scrapes, preventing scars, relieving the pain.

He’s great at the clean up part but even better at the comfort part

Brings out all six arms to wrap you up in while you lay in his bed, cuddling up to you while offering soft kisses to the parts of you that aren’t so sore.

Angel is always down to fuck so if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll offer you some great sexual healing while being oh so careful of all your wounds and all the painful spots.

Will let you take control too, he hopes it’ll make you feel better and maybe return some of the confidence you lost from this scuffle.

He can spot a bruised ego from a mile away and he’ll do anything to get you feeling happy and secure again.

Also argues with you about never letting you go anywhere alone ever again lol he just loves you too much. If you’re gonna get jumped, he’s either gonna be there to help you out of it or he’s gonna be taking half the beating right next to you.

Reminds me of a song…

“I wanna walk with you, wherever you go to. I wanna hurt with you. Whatever you go through, I do too.” -sour switchblade by Elita

Yeah that’s Angel, just wants to be beside you no matter the circumstances

Husk 🃏

“Oh, you dummy! This is why we wanted to go with you. Oh, doll face. Who did this? You alright?”

Yeah, he’s mean sometimes so he’s gonna scold you for going out alone before the comforting starts.

Ultimately, he doesn’t pull you away to get you cleaned up or anything. Lets you decide what to do next, where to go. He just follows you and keeps a hand on you somewhere to let you know he’s here for you.

Will whip up any drink you ask for in hopes of it relieving the pain a bit

But he’s sneaky, he’s gonna ask you tons of questions about what happened, who did it, where you were, how many of them there was. Won’t give you your drink until you answer him.

Husk is plottin and schemin, wanting to get back at the assholes who did this to you. Hes thinking about all the cool, little weapons he has and what he can do with them to teach those jerks a lesson.

In the end tho, he does get more sentimental and soft spoken later while cuddled up to you in bed.

He’ll purr softly in your ear while letting his hands gently roam your body, tracing comforting circles all over your bruised skin

Will def wrap you up in his silky wings and then proceed to pour out his entire heart to you.

“I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay. You need to listen to me. I know better than you, I’ve been down here a long time. You have to be more careful. I dunno what I’d do if I lost ya, doll. You gotta stick with me, I’ll always protect ya.”

Once you fall asleep, he wanders out to the lobby to find Angel at the bar and there they talk about teaming up to get revenge on the assholes who dared to touch Husk’s little babe

The next morning, of course they’re still talking about it. You’ll have to tell these idiots to stop and just let it go bc omg they sound crazy rn they’re gonna make a mess if you let this continue

Buuuut if you kinda like them fussing over you this much, then by all means let them do their thing as you sit back and enjoy the attention

Ooooh, Husky is getting maadddd. Kinda cute when he lets a protective growl slip out while talking to Angel. Aww he loves you~

Sir Pentious 🐍

Immediate tears and full blown panic attack at the sight of your battered face.

“OH MY GOODNESSSSSS!!! My baby! My darling! Ohhhhhh, you poor thing, come here! I’ll take care of you.”

Doesn’t care that the entirety of the hotel residents are crowded around watching you two- Pentious holds you like a baby in his arms and carefully sinks to the ground with you, holding you so tight it actually kinda hurts due to all your bruises.

Cries for a while like this- goes back and forth between examining your bruises and cuts and bloody nose with his watery eyes to then burying his face in your neck as he weeps for you.

“Pen, I’m okay. Just a little banged up. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I CAN’T HANDLE IT!!! You’re too pretty to be beaten up like thisssss. Aawwwww.” And he’s crying even harder now.

And this goes on for a while until you finally decide to get up and go to your room with him to get cleaned up.

Babies the absolute fuck out of you- brings you food in bed and tries to feed it to you, gets you in the bath and refuses to let you touch anything while insisting he do all the work for you, carries you everywhere.

It’s actually so nice tho- he washes your hair for you real slow and firm as he scrubs your scalp, very carefully washes the dirt and dry blood from your skin only to reveal more bruises he hadn’t seen before, carefully applies ointment to your bloody cuts and scrapes

Listen…this man is not gonna stop crying until you are 100% healed up. Even the next morning, you wake up beside him to see his face wet with tears as he sniffles.

At least you know he really truly deeply cares for you and loves you 💚

“Oh, it’s okay, babe. I’m felling so much better today, especially since I get to start my morning in bed with you.”

And now he decides he’s gonna keep you in bed all day and continue to baby and pamper you

Keeps his tail and most of his body wrapped around you loosely all day as you watch movies and relax. Cant stop staring at your face and focusing on each blue and black bruise you wear, eyeing every cut and scrape and the split skin on your lip.

You took a beating and he thinks it’s only fair that you and him stay in bed until you’re truly feeling well enough to resume your normal daily tasks.

Of course, he has to stay with you in case you need something! Can’t leave his injured partner alone, wouldn’t dream of it!

Vox 🖥️

(I know he’s not at the hotel, pretend you just walked into V Tower instead, k?)

REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?! Who? Where? When? HOW FUCKING HOW DARE THEY-“

You’ll have to cut him off or he’ll go on an entire raging tangent about revenge and eventually short circuit lol

“Voxy, I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. I just wanna get clean and go to bed.”

He slowly cools off and begins to focus more on you and your injuries, asking if you’re okay or if there’s anything he can do. Now behind closed doors, his entire attitude changes.

He’s following you into every room, watching you with an expression of intense sadness and concern, wishing he could take all your pain and give it to himself instead. He’d suffer for you if it meant seeing you happy and healthy

Sits in the bathroom in silence but keeps you company while you wash up. He might ask if you need help but also wants to give you space and make sure you feel safe

Assists you in getting dressed while making it very romantic and being very attentive. Vox will so slowly slip your pajamas onto you while letting his claws ghost over all your bruises.

Will lean in and kiss your busted lips right as your head pops through the top of your shirt, followed by a smile and probably more kisses

Listen, most of these boys are gonna become way more over protective after this incident okay? Vox is most definitely not an exception

Insists that either He’s gonna be with you every where you go from now on or he’s gonna send security with you every where you go from now on.

And no matter who is with you when you’re out in the streets, his cameras will also be watching over you.

Oh yeah, and he goes back in the cam footage and has a perfect view of the whole incident. He watches it over a few times before ordering a hit on every sinner who dared to mess with his lover.

You’ll never have to worry or look over your shoulder or worry again 😘

Alastor 🩸

Doesn’t say much or even stay long to worry about you at first.

He’s more angry and bent on revenge than anything. He’s worried about you too but he knows you’re strong and can take care of yourself.

He slips off to do some exploring and investigating to find out who did this to you

Spends maybe an hour figuring it out and then promptly goes on a murder spree to take care of all those pesky sinners who dared to lay a finger on his beloved

Okay, now that that’s out of his system, he can come back and take care of you.

Isn’t as cuddly and romantic as the others but he still babies you and refuses to let you do anything for yourself.

“Now now, darling. Just relax. I’ll have you cleaned up and feeling better in no time.”

Bathes you, dresses you, tucks you into bed all while humming slow tunes to you

Doesn’t cuddle you but sits on the bed beside you and gives your head some gentle pets

“You won’t have to worry any longer, my dove. I took care of those degenerates and I’ll never let you wander the streets of hell alone ever again.”

Will place a gentle kiss on your throbbing head before leaving you to rest.

He’s serious tho, anywhere you go he goes too. You’re never leaving his sight again ❤️‍🩹

[domain-expand-me]

I've been going bonkers over Megumi x DILF!Reader because I know that boy has some serious daddy issues, having the reader being completely oblivious and doing things that definitely get the boy hot and nervous is MY SHIT.

I would love to see you expand on your writing about DILF/MILF reader with Megumi a bit more

Imagine

Megumi Fushiguro with a DILF!reader

Aged up characters, reader is in theirs 40s, cuz when i say dilf i mean it.

Imagine being the stereotypical dilf. Body broad and covered in a layer of fat, laying on top of strong muscles that comes from many years of physical labor. After moving into the house near the sorcerer campus, maybe after you got divorced, you somehow end up attracting the different sorcerers in the area.

But most of all, Megumi sticks around the most. You don’t truly notice at first, too busy digging around under the hood of whatever junker car you spend your time on, or banging around in your garage or shed like the most stereotypical dilf. But you start seeing him more and more, and at some point, you just start telling him to hand you different tools or help you out with your yard.

The first time you pat him on the back and praise him for helping, he goes bright red and immediately feels how hard he gets. Being oblivious and just thinking hes sticking around to be nice, you just ruffle his hair and move on, unaware of the way Megumi feels like his knees were about to buckle.

The other members from the campus notice pretty quickly where Megumi runs off to each day. Well, maybe not Yuji, but the others figure it out quicker than Megumi wants. Him returning with oil stains and wearing one of your ancient band t-shirts doesn’t help his case though.

Imagine Megumi realizing he has a huge daddy kink because of you. You jokingly say something like “who’s your daddy” after doing some kind of difficult task, and Megumi almost drops the toolbox he’s holding, blood rushing to both his heads, and he has to use the toolbox to cover the throbbing bulge in his pants.

Imagine Megumi coming to you for “dating advice”, since he wouldn’t be able to find it in himself to just make a move on you. Instead, he gets your dating history, and all the moves you pulled to get your ex. When he learns you are also into men, he almost has a heart attack. Maybe you’ve been drinking, having also offered Megumi some, since who are you to stop, and as you a slightly tipsy, you end up describing the best way to go down on someone in bed, and how to make a partner stay just from rocking their world on the regular.

Megumi ends up laying in bed later that night, teary eyed and huffing the shirt you let him borrow that day, his other hand tugging at his aching hard shaft, his entire body shaking and jolting from overstimulation as he made himself come over and over just thinking about you.

Imagine Megumi buying his first personal toy because of you. One day when you are laying by your pool, a pool you built yourself with Megumi’s help, naked as you assume you are alone, and you are too old to feel ashamed of your body. He gets a nice view of your cock, and even though its soft, he stumbles over his feet to hurry back to campus to take care of his very aching problem.

He spends a couple of lust fueled hours finding the perfect shape and size, getting a toy that has your skin tone. The next morning what one might call late post-orgasm clarity hits him. But when Megumi gets the package, he still squirrels it away, ashamed to use it. That is, until you just wind the poor boy up too much, walking around shirtless and sweaty, baseball cap on your head and shorts from your college days.

Imagine Megumi fingers deep in himself as he tries his damnest to suck down the entire length of the toy, tears gathering in his eyes as his gag reflex struggles against the silicone being forced down his throat.

Imagine Megumi clutching the sweaty shirt you had been wearing that day to his nose as he bounces on the toy, his own hard cock bouncing with his movements as he whines and whimpers, licking and sucking at the shirt that tastes and smells just like your sweaty manly musk.

Imagine how lightheaded he gets when he comes, having to choke down the noises he makes so as to not let everyone on campus know what he’s doing. Afterwards Megumi flops down on the bed, his entire frame shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm as he pants into the sheets. His shaft gives another twitch when he takes another inhale of your shirt, the spikey haired sorcerer pushing himself up again, sinking down on the toy once more even as his insides throb from sensitivity.

Megumi would be too nervous and flushed around you to make a move on his own, at least when you are sober. But if you happen to be a little more than tipsy one day, sitting on your couch, trying to find something worth to watch on the tv, he might find the bravery and balls to crawl into your lap. If you ask about it the next day, he can just act like it was something your mind made up, right? So for now, he could indulge himself, grinding against you like a pup in heat, panting into your neck as your strong large hands grope at his hips and ass, your deep voice rumbling praise in his ear.

[hikarry]

Badass Aziraphale is fun. We love to see him with all the divine wrath and playing the protector he was meant to be, blinded by love and duty. Eyes everywhere and flaming sword at hand ready to smite or confront anyone that dares step his way

And that's the version we see the most in the fandom. Vengeful angel Aziraphale Guard of the Eastern Gate raining righteous fury over anyone who dares harm Crowley

It's beautiful. Poetic even. I love it

BUT

There is nothing in this whole fandom that's more powerful and gorgeous than protective Crowley

That man knows what is like to lose the love of his life. He has lived it, for as brief as it might have been. All the despair, the lost of hope, the absolute loneliness. He has been there and that's a place he refuses to go back to

All the fear turned into rage. Ready to burn down Heaven and flood Hell to protect his angel. He might not be the strongest and he might not be a match for more than one archangel at a time, but he would rather die than let anyone take Aziraphale away from him again

He would become so blindsided by terror he wouldn't stop to think about the consequences. His only target is Aziraphale and Aziraphale only and he would pull any stunt to make sure he was safe and, do you wanna know the best part? This is canon

We have snippets of protective Crowley all throughout season 2 but this scene? Oh boy, this scene

Crowley doesn't trust Gabriel. He tolerates him because he promised Aziraphale he would help, but he is on high alert

As soon as Shax shows up and threatens Aziraphale, he redirects his fear turned rage towards his main target: Gabriel. Because this is his fault. Beelzebub is looking for HIM. They/Heaven indirectly threatened Aziraphale with being erased from the Book of Life because of HIM. If something happens to Aziraphale because of this stupid charade he got himself involved with because he promised to protect Gabriel, Crowley will hold no punches

He's already full to the brim with the stunt Gabriel pulled during Aziraphale's "trial". Oh no, Crowley hasn't forgotten his words and his righteous smile while he condemned the man he loves to death even though some years have gone by and he is still furious about it

He is a wrong step away from exploding and destroying everything that presents itself as a threat to Aziraphale in the moment.

He is so scared of everything (Gabriel, Beelzebub, Shax, Heaven in general, the Book of Life) that he spends most of the season compressed like a spring ready to pounce at the minimal real show of danger

The only reason he leaves Aziraphale with the demons in the bookshop to go and try to figure out what the absolute fuck is going on is exactly because the demons can't enter said bookshop and he trusts everyone present not to be stupid enough to let them in (I'm sorry, Maggie. I still love you babes)

The worst part is: all his fury, all his rage and fear are useless in the end because Aziraphale walks into the danger willingly and Crowley would face anyone that tried to hurt his angel, but the angel himself

Don't get me wrong, he sees the danger. Maybe a tad to late. After the demons are gone and so is Gabriel and Beelzebub, he let's his guard down and allows himself to truly relax, planning their little breakfast at the Ritz

Because he thinks it's over. He was completely blindsided by Metatron. He himself says "Go angel. No problem. Can't get weirder than whatever the fuck just happened". Oh my poor sweet summer child

But he does see the danger eventually and goes on high alert again, but it's too late. He would never hurt Aziraphale, but he pulls all the weapons on his arsenal to try and stop him from going where he can't follow. Where he can't protect him

And he fails. Like he always feared he would. Not only showing his hand to Aziraphale in a desperate attempt to protect him but also losing him in the process with nothing he can do about it but watch his angel go until the very last second

[archermind]

seen your post abt suggestions for a spencer reid fic, this has been marinating in my brain so pls bare with me. <3

spencer reid x aarons daughter! reader

maybe he forgets his lunch, and his daughter brings it in? or something along the lines of needing a tutor? ill take ANYTHING. bonus points if its fluffy and smutty

feel free to change anything!!!

-🃏

Arousal Theory

Spencer Reid x Aarons daughter!reader

Description: You are Aaron Hotchner’s only daughter. It is safe to say he is a little over protective of you. You have never been able to bring a guy friend home without your dad profiling them and scaring them away. The one guy he never thought to profile was his own co-worker, Spencer Reid. 

Word count: 2,500 approx.

Content Warning: fluff and light smut, light choking, hair pulling, fingering, small age gap.

y/n/n = your nickname

Author note: omgomg! I'm so glad someone sent this request in! Don't worry anonymous, I too have had this scenario brewing in my head. I loved your suggestion, thank you for submitting it! I hope i have done your idea justice <3

You hated your dads job. Mainly because he was too good at it. Every boy you were ever remotely friends with, you weren't anymore. All because of Aaron Hotchner. Each time you invited a guy to your house, your dad kicked into his professional shoes and took it upon himself to profile the poor boy. No guy was ever good enough for you or some of their characteristics unnerved Hotch.

This was the reason why at 22 years old, you still had never had any romantic relationship. The most romance you received lately was with a $20 lovehoney sex toy you bought in a valentines sale. Now that is romance. Your days were spent scrolling through tumblr, ao3 and erotic ebooks - yet every time after finishing the romance novel that piqued your current interest, you felt like sleeping on the highway. You couldn't help but think… ‘If this is my life at 22, I'm going to be the lonely old cat lady by the age of 25’.

It was a casual Saturday, you stood within the kitchen as your cat purred lapping in and out of your legs as you prepared her food. You weren’t really a sociable person. You mainly spent your days studying, preparing late dinners for your dad and caring for your cat - cookie. It was the main reason you didn't stay in dorms for college, you couldn't stand others. Other people your age were out drinking or hooking up. You just simply didn’t have the energy to go out to a party every week. 

Your feet padded along the tiled floor as you made your way to the fridge. Opening the door, you let out a gasp. Your dad had forgotten his lunch. The BAU day can get pretty long and you know your dad often gets so caught up in a case he forgets to eat. You grabbed the tub, a basic lunch packed inside of it. You lightly stifled a laugh, seeing your fathers poor excuse of a ‘nutritious’ lunch. Opening the tub you pulled out an apple, some crackers and cheese, along with a small sandwich. Enough to fill a five year old… not a hardworking, criminal catching 43 year old man. 

Luckily, you had cooked too much cheesy spinach pasta for lunch. You packed Hotch a generous amount. Before putting it into a lunch bag, grabbing your keys and heading out of the door. After two tries of twisting the ignition key for your car, it suddenly kicked into motion. With winter approaching, your old beat up car was struggling. The drive wasn’t too long fortunately. Getting a space in the small Quantico parking lot was your greatest problem.

You made your way through the reception area of the building, confidently walking towards the elevator. However, you were abruptly stopped in your tracks after seeing the ‘out of order’ sign. You sighed making your way over to the stairwell. You saw someone entering through the stairwell door and realized the doors to the stairs were key card accessed.

“HOLD THE DOOR PLEASE!” you yelled, running towards the boy who held the door. 

“Sorry, but you have to have an access card to be allowed through” the boy spoke, gesturing to his key card. 

You squint your eyes to read his name before responding with a coy smile. 

“Well actually… spencer.” you smiled at him, “i have to just quickly drop off my dads lunch, so could you be a sweetheart and just let me through?”

He shifted anxiously as you battered your eyelashes at him, trying your hardest to persuade the older boy. 

“I guess so..” he responded, looking your impatient demeanor up and down “what floor are you heading to?” 

“Floor four” you stated quickly as you rushed toward the steps, spencer hot on your trail

“That's good because I actually am too!” Spencer gleefully responded as you hummed in surprise. 

You were slightly short of breath by the time you reached the fourth floor. Spencer however was still just as energetic as before. All throughout the walk up the stairs, he rambled about which tourist attraction has the most steps in the U.S after you made a single complaint about the elevator being out of order. 

“Here we are,” spencer opened the door “who is your da-”

“Y/N/N?” Hotch exclaimed, coming up to you with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Hey dad, I came here to bring you lunch… you forgot yours” you pointed out with a laugh

“Oh? I didn't realize” he gratefully took the tub from your grasp, “i see you have met Dr. Spencer Reid” 

You and Spencer both looked toward each other. You gave him a polite smile and then nodded sweetly to your dad. 

“I was just talking to Spencer this morning about how you could use his extensive knowledge to support you in your studies” he spoke confidently, yet.. You found yourself on the verge of protesting. As you opened your mouth, Hotch began again…

“He already said yes.”

Great.

You anxiously bit your nails and paced just behind the front door, awaiting the moment Spencer would knock. From the moment you both met, you thought he was handsome. The way his brown soft looking curls were all laid messy. The way his honey brown eyes stared focused on every point of your face, as you spoke. It made you want to know him more. Everything about Dr Spencer Reid intrigued you. 

A knock broke your train of thought- or more like your fantasy imagination about your dads Co-worker. It sent a shock through you. You shook your arms attempting to get rid of your nerves. It is just a 26 year old man coming to help you study. Nothing else… nothing more. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror to check if you looked good - to study of course

You death gripped the handle of the front door and pulled it open to see Spencer stood there. He wore a hat, gloves and scarf to help protect him from the cold brittle air. It made you feel terrible for leaving him that extra few minutes in the cold. You smiled at him, motioning him to come into your home. 

“Hotch told me you were studying psychology” he questioned, walking into the dining room. 

“Uh… yea i am” you followed him through to the dining room, “would you like a hot chocolate?” you questioned him.

“I actually don't like hot chocolate” Spencer stated, giving a soft smile to lessen the harsh deny of your polite gesture.

“Neither do i…” you bit your bottom lip as you looked at him blushing. “Coffee?”

“Please,” Spencer smiled. 

As you added the sugars into the coffees, you heard cookie meowing from the dining room. You grasped the coffees, making your way back to spencer. To your surprise Cookie had jumped onto Spencer's knee and began kneading his leg, purring. You placed the coffees down and laughed at her kitten-like attitude for Spencer, a random stranger. Until you saw how uncomfortable Reid was. You quickly shoo’d her off of him. 

Time passed, the studying was long and quite boring . Spencer helped you create numerous flash cards to help you study and you both went through them. While studying, small talk was going on - you enjoyed getting to know Spencer. He was such an interesting person that you wished to know him more and more, deeper and deeper. 

“I have an idea, for each question on these cards i guess right you get to ask me a question?” spencer suggested

You smirked in response, it was a good trade. He got to tutor me and I got to question him.

“Okay” you grinned

The questions were basic. ‘What is your favorite part of your job?’, ‘Who is your favorite co-worker?’, ‘what is your favorite book?’. You were actually making an effort in answering these silly little cards. However, you were never asking the questions you really wanted to ask… more about his personal life. 

“What is the arousal theory?” Reid asked

“to be the physiological state of being aware, alert, awake or attentive” you spoke confidently

“Correct!” he shouted

“Okay…” you spoke slowly and playfully

you thought long and hard about what you wanted to know about Spencer, your mind immediately going to the one and only thing you were desperate to know. Although it was wildly inappropriate to ask your dad’s co-worker, you just couldn't help yourself.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you spoke mumbled and shy. 

“No.” he answered sharply, “do you- uh… have a boyfriend?” he blushed.

It was new year's eve and you were currently dressed in a silver satin dress. You felt confident but nervous as you stood beside your dad, hugging a tub of home baked cookies on the doorstep of Rossi’s house. He had invited hotch and you over to his annual new year party. You knew Spencer was going to be there hence why you dressed at your best.

Little to your fathers knowledge, you and Spence had grown closer and closer. Although you both were nothing serious. You could feel the tension between you both with every brush of your hands, sip of coffee and longing stare. You couldn't be more grateful for your weekly study sessions, you were gaining more marks on each essay and exam - all thanks to spencer. 

Walking into the party, you were engulfed in hugs from Hotch’s co-workers. Everyone was so kind. You listened to the group of friends laugh and joke. Yet, you couldn’t help but notice Spencer was missing from the large tight-knit group. You glanced around the room, in search of the man you were obsessed with. You couldn’t help but worry that he wasn't here at all. 

“I'm going to go grab a drink” you informed hotch before rushing off into the crowd. You were in search of a beverage and a smartass man who took up every inch of your thoughts. You pushed past small crowds making your way to the drinks table. Your eyes scanned the room, still no sign of Reid.

“You look beautiful Y/N” a voice whispered in your ear.

You jumped slightly at the hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. You smiled instantly knowing exactly who it was behind you. You quickly spun around and threw your arms around his neck, giving him the tightest hug. He smelled good and you found yourself sinking further into his arms for longer. 

“Should we get away from the crowds” you asked him, looking up at him, remembering a discussion you had about his hate for big crowds during a study session. 

He nodded and swiftly guided you through Rossi’s home and up the stairs to a bathroom. You giggled as he closed and locked the door. You loved sneaking around to have some privacy for whatever it was going on between you both. It made you feel special and giddy for the tall boy who you had grown so close to. Spencer now towered over you as he stepped closer, placing his hands on your waist and lifting you onto the giant bathroom counter. 

The room was silent but the tension was thick. You licked your lips as they went dry from anticipation for anything to happen. You stared up at him as Spencer tucked a stray strand of hair that fell in front of your face behind your ear. You have never wanted a man more and it was a lot for you to admit. You felt vulnerable under his touch and gaze. You and Spencer searched in eachothers eyes, looking for any indication in each other's stare if you both felt the same way. 

You found yourself leaning into the temptation and to him. Spencer was quick to close the gap. You both kissed passionately and slowly, enjoying the moment that had been a long time coming. You smiled as he pulled away.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long Y/N” he blushed at his confession

“I wish you didn’t wait so long Spence”

You kissed him again and felt his hand go to your neck, applying light pressure. You moaned at the contact. Slowly Spencer began to pepper kisses along your jawline. You hummed at his actions. You felt yourself grow with more need for him. Both of your breathing became heavy as your lust and want for each other grew stronger. You felt Spencer's hand trail up your thigh as his tongue played with yours in a heated make out. You pulled away and looked down as his hand grazed your clothed pussy. You were soaked for him and ready for his touch but so hesitant. You didn’t want this to be a one time thing, no matter how much you wanted this. 

“Is this okay Y/N?” Spencer questioned you concerned for the worried look you held in your expression.

“Yes Spencer p-please” you whined needy, pushing the negative thoughts away. 

Quickly Spencer pushed your panties aside, you gasped at the sudden touch of his cold fingers against your heat. He began stroking small circles on your clit causing your head to fall back from the pleasure. He bit back a smirk at the reaction you had for his touch. You whined as you felt a finger brush near your entrance.

“You have to be quiet baby” he spoke gently, shushing you before plunging his fingers into you.

You moaned in response and then Spencer clasped his spare hand over your mouth to try and muffle the reaction coming from you, not wanting your father and his boss to know what you both were getting up to in his co-workers bathroom. He kept the pumping of his fingers at a steady rhythm as his thumb massaged circles on your clit. Spencer's hot mouth went to your neck biting and sucking at the skin. It seemed your entire body was sensitive for him. Every touch, kiss, and word from him caused an elicit reaction. 

You began to ride his hand and fingers faster as you grew closer to your finish. While he sped up the thrusts of his fingers, you could hear the countdown to new year about to start. Spencer knew you were about to cum and instantly knew what he wanted from you.

“You only cum when i want you to” spencer growled his order into your ear 

 your legs and body began to shake from the overwhelming knot of pleasure in your stomach. Your body writhed and wriggled against the counter as his thumb applied pressure to your sensitive overstimulated clit. You were a mess, dripping with arousal. 

10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3…

“Hold it Y/N!” Spencer grunted

2..

“Look at you such a good girl Y/N” he praised, stroking your hair out of your face but grabbing a fistful and pulling your head back to look at him….

1…

“Cum for me!” Spencer begged as he watched you come undone from his touch.

You whined from your climax. Trying your hardest to gain the full ability of your mind as it was going wild from your overstimulation. Spencer kissed your forehead as your chest heaved up and down. You smiled letting out a light laugh.

“Happy new year Spence” you smiled into his kiss

“What a way to come into the new year Y/N”

[cuubism]

Made in an Instant (1/5)

part 3 of Wish, aka Dream's eldritch pregnancy

--

Hob had thought he knew what he was getting into with regards to pregnancy. He had seen it twice with Eleanor, after all. Not to mention having plenty of friends, family members, and acquaintances who had been pregnant over the years. Granted, things were more scientifically advanced and better understood nowadays, but such a fundamental human bodily process didn’t exactly change over time. And sure, Dream wasn’t human, but his pregnancy couldn’t be that different, right? So much of him was made up of the human unconscious, which included understandings of pregnancy. Right?

Boy was he wrong.

“He’s being a terror,” Matthew says, hopping at Hob’s side. They’re standing at the edge of the throne room, watching Dream loudly upbraid some tiny little pathetically harmless looking dream. Hob doesn’t know exactly what this is about, but he knows Dream has been kind of… erratic, lately. More than he usually is, being a dream and all.

It’s been several months now since Dream revealed his strange and improbable pregnancy and Hob hasn’t noticed any of the usual first trimester signs. Not that he knows if there are trimesters here. He doesn’t know fucking shit.

Dream is being erratic, though.

“You told him that?” he says to Matthew.

“Fuck no. I like not being bird stew.”

That does seem like a more likely than usual outcome, considering.

“It’s probably pregnancy hormones,” he says. Not that he knows if Dream has hormones. He hasn’t even been able to get a straight answer on whether Dream has a uterus now. He’d asked, and Dream had just said, you are assuming I did not have one before, which raised several questions and answered none.

Matthew squawks hysterically. “You can say that to his face if you want, dude. I’ll give your eulogy.”

Across the room, Dream yells, “I am NOT! ANGRY!”

Yells. Dream doesn’t yell. He Speaks With Ultimate Authority, when required. He doesn’t yell.

He’s yelling now.

“I simply need you to��” he continues, at incredible volume, as the poor dream that’s done whatever to piss him off cowers pitifully, and Hob decides to intercede before it gets out of control.

He strides over to the throne, and takes Dream by the arm. “Hey, Dream, I need your help for a moment, love.” And before Dream can protest, he practically drags him out of the throne room. Dream goes, seeming too surprised to argue.

“What ails you?” he asks as they stop in a side hallway, looking at Hob with all seriousness as if Hob might really be plagued by some terrible problem.

“Nothing. I just wanted to talk to you for a second. What’s going on?” He squeezes Dream’s hands. “Looks like you were scaring that little dream in there witless. Did he do something so terrible?”

“Scaring him?” says Dream, looking back towards the throne room as if only just now realizing how loud he was being. “That was not my intent,” he continues, deflating. “I am finding my patience to be… shorter. Than usual.”

“I could tell.”

Dream bristles, but Hob rubs his hands up and down his arms, soothing him. He’s not going to mention the pregnancy hormones, he’s not, Matthew is absolutely right about that being a surefire way to get his head bitten off.

Dream hasn’t been talking about it much at all, really. And Hob’s been trying not to press, because he knows Dream will be irritated if he feels Hob is treating him differently. They’ve continued on mainly as they were, seeing each other when Dream is available, going on dates and having sex or just laying about in Hob’s flat.

It’s fine, Hob tries to tell himself, to act like it’s all normal. It’s better than scaring Dream off with overprotectiveness and mother-henning.

“You want to take a walk with me?” he asks, offering Dream his hand.

Dream frowns. “You will likely wake soon.”

“All the more reason.”

Dream finally takes his hand, and Hob leads him through a door, one which leads, of course, right out into the flower gardens instead of dropping them ten stories down from the castle, as would be reasonable. Nothing in the Dreaming is reasonable, and Hob loves that.

Dream is quiet, more so than usual, as they walk through the hordes of wildflowers. There’s a pinch in his brow that suggests he’s thinking about something, perhaps deliberating on whether to say it. When Hob is finally about to break and ask what, Dream says, the words slow, but the question measured: “Are you not… happy about this?”

Hob blinks hard. Tries to go back through their earlier conversation and figure out where that jumped off from. “What?”

“I had expected that you would be… involved. Perhaps overly so,” Dream says, looking down. “At the beginning, you warned me that I might feel smothered, and yet I have found it to be very much the opposite. Nothing seems changed, if anything I cannot help but feel you have been distant from me.” He sounds sad as he speaks, but then his voice ticks up, as if anticipating a fight. “So I ask again, are you unhappy? Speak now if so, for I will not bring a child into—”

Hob listens to this in increasing horror, then finally manages to interject, “Dream, whoa. Whoa, easy. Pause a moment.” Christ, how has he been so far off base? He pulls Dream close, kisses the side of his head, speaks against his skin, holding him tight. “I’m not distant from you. I’m not trying to be. I just thought you would hate being treated any differently. I didn’t want you to think I felt you were incapable of living your normal life.”

Dream considers this. “You are not unhappy, then?”

Hob squeezes him tight, rocks him back and forth where they’re standing. Good work, Hob, he thinks. Make assumptions. See where that gets you. “I’m so happy. You’ve no idea how happy I am.”

Dream smiles and, if Hob’s not imagining it, all the flowers around them seem to bloom a little brighter.

“I’m so sorry, love,” Hob says, kissing his cheek. “Don’t go unhappy without saying something, yeah?”

Dream nods seriously, then takes Hob’s hand again as they continue their walk through the garden.

“You were not entirely wrong,” he concedes. “I admit that I would take offense if strangers or even my subjects were to treat me differently. But I am finding my feelings on the matter to be… different, when it comes to my husband.”

Hob pulls him close by the arm until Dream’s leaning against him. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve actually been wanting to coddle you,” he admits. “You deserve everything. You know that, right?”

“Mmm. As you say.”

“As I say,” Hob says, firm, and Dream chuckles.

“You have to tell me what to watch out for, though,” Hob adds. “This isn’t exactly a normal case. I don’t think helping with morning sickness is going to cut it.”

“I am fine,” says Dream. “I do not care to be nauseated, so I am not.”

“Sure, of course it works that way for you.” Mind over matter, Hob thinks. Or, mind only, no matter at all.

“The baby, likewise, feels fine,” Dream adds.

“I wouldn’t think the baby was developed enough to be feeling much of anything, right now, but I’m glad they’re doing okay.”

“That is where you are wrong,” says Dream.

Hob turns to look at him. “Come again?”

“While it is true that the baby’s ‘physical form’ is poorly developed at this time”—he says ‘physical form’ like it needs quotation marks, perhaps in the same way Dream’s own physical form requires quotation marks—“her emotions are strong and varied, if imprecise.”

“Did you say her?” Hob demands. How has this not come up? “How could you possibly know it’s a her?”

“I simply know,” says Dream solemnly.

While Hob tries to internalize this, as well as the fact that Dream can apparently feel the baby’s emotions, Dream adds, “It was not something I knew until quite recently. Not until the child herself did.”

That sounds like a lot of self-awareness for a child that’s about negative six months old, in Hob’s opinion. He has no idea what that bodes. He’s also realizing just how little they’ve really talked about it, and feels abruptly so much worse—he’d wanted to avoid making Dream feel like the only thing he wanted to talk about was the pregnancy, like he didn’t care about all of the other things that Dream is and does. But Dream’s in uncharted waters here, and Hob’s essentially left him out there alone.

“Tell me about it?” he says now, still holding Dream close by the arm. “You can feel her emotions?”

“I can feel her consciousness, and her power as it forms,” Dream says, sounding content now. “The Dreaming cradles her, and keeps her power safe, and controlled, as it develops.”

“It could get out of control?” Hob doesn’t particularly like the sound of the baby’s power, whatever it is, trying to war with Dream’s.

“As she grows, it is a possibility, but I can manage it,” says Dream. “My realm is, and will remain, far vaster, for she is part human.”

“Not Endless?” Hob asks. Having seen what Dream goes through, he’s not sure he would want the baby to be Endless. It seems an unenviable job.

“No. Not to that level,” says Dream. “Were she Endless, she could not have been conceived by us. But she does have a locus of power, a feeling that she harnesses… it is still coalescing and I am not yet certain of it. I can show you?”

This is said with some hope, as if he truly thinks Hob might not want to see it. “Can you do that?”

“In a sense.” He stops in the middle of the garden path, takes Hob’s hand and presses it to his stomach, under his shirt, skin to skin. He doesn’t feel pregnant at all, his stomach is completely flat—not that Hob would have expected much to show at this point even if he were human.

“Listen,” Dream says, and then— he must stop shielding the magic or something, because suddenly Hob can feel it.

A shimmering in the air around them. A swirling, ephemeral magic like iridescence on a soap bubble, like twinkling lights. A warm breeze gusts over him, carrying with it the smell of chocolate and candle smoke. Dream’s magic too can be whimsical and strange, but this is different, it’s bright and quick and oh-so-fleeting.

“Wow,” Hob murmurs, mesmerized, as Dream stands watching him, the breeze dragging his coat to the side. He’s not sure… he’s not sure this felt real to him, not until this moment. He’s not sure he truly believed it was happening. “You can feel that all the time?”

“Except for when she is sleeping, yes.”

“You’re incredible, Dream,” Hob says, and Dream fidgets, uncomfortable with the praise.

“It is not my magic,” he says.

“No, but you’re helping her manage it. And handling your own realm at the same time.”

“It is what I must do,” says Dream.

Hob leans in to kiss him, just lightly on the mouth, and Dream smiles. Then Hob pulls him close again, wraps an arm around his waist, releasing his hold on his belly and on the magic, which fades away back into the background hum of the Dreaming. “I love you,” he says. “You know?”

“I believe I do,” says Dream, dipping his head, looking pleased. And they continue walking on through the Dreaming gardens.

--

Another few months tick by. Dream comes to the Waking world more often—apparently “it’s quieter there than in the Dreaming”—though his work still keeps him busy, as always. Hob tries to distract him with casual outings, and by making him the few foods that he tends to eat, and encourages him to rest as much as he can.

Whenever Dream’s away, Hob’s been baby-proofing his flat. He’s well-aware that he’s going to be doing the bulk of the childcare, at least while the baby is awake. For better or worse, Dream basically is his job, and can hardly just bail at any time to do whatever he wants. Fortunately, Hob can—and he’s kind of looking forward to just dropping work for a year to spend time with the baby. It’s not something he’s ever done before, devote all his time to raising a child. It’ll be an adventure.

Maybe a little bit of a nightmare, too.

One good thing: with Dream as a parent, he’s not going to have to worry about the baby sleeping through the night. Thank fuck. He can imagine Dream at work in the Dreaming, their dreaming daughter strapped to his chest in a baby carrier and playing with some horrific looking doll Dream’s made out of dream sand. It’s an absurd but adorable image. The baby watching as Dream creates nightmares. Lording over the throne room as he disciplines his dreams. Babbling as Dream holds diplomatic negotiations with Lucifer—

“I shall not be taking our daughter to Hell,” says Dream, appearing behind him. Hob doesn’t jump, this time. He’s used to it by now, his gremlin of a husband.

“I think you like being sneaky,” he says, not even getting up from where he’s sitting on the ground, power drill in hand, halfway through building a crib. “Little stalker, you. Spying on my daydreams.”

“They were concerning,” says Dream, sitting down crosslegged on the floor beside him. He doesn’t help Hob with the crib, though, which is for the best as Hob can’t for his life imagine Dream wielding power tools.

He drives another screw into one of the crib legs, the drill’s loud whirring briefly drowning out their ability to talk. “I know you’re not going to take her to Hell. You know that I know you’re not going to take her to Hell.”

“Very well,” concedes Dream. “You have caught me out. I simply wanted to visit.”

“Don’t need an excuse, love.” Hob leans over to kiss him on the cheek. “Always want you here. Come and demand love any time you want.”

“‘Demand love,’” Dream mutters, as if that’s not exactly what he’s doing, what he wants. Like a cat that plops itself in your lap without so much as a hello.

“It’s yours to demand,” Hob says, and puts down the drill. The crib still only has two legs, but it’s standing, technically. Well, more like leaning. Eh, he’ll finish it later.

He scoots back against the base of the couch, and pulls Dream unceremoniously into his lap. Dream looks peeved about the manhandling but immediately curls up, tucking his head into Hob’s shoulder.

Hob pets up and down his side, and Dream vanishes his own coat back into sand, presumably to facilitate this touch. He’s so adorable.

“You know, it is a little sad you don’t have a proper baby bump,” Hob says. Dream would be showing by now if he was human, but his belly is the same as ever.

Dream says, “Mmph.” Actually enunciates Mmph, all disgruntled.

“It would be cute,” Hob insists.

“It would be annoying,” says Dream.

“Just for a little bit,” Hob counters. “You’d have the literal rest of eternity not to deal with it anymore. I think it’s fair trade for the cuteness.”

“I could show you the ‘cuteness’ of such bodily changes if you like,” Dream says darkly, though he doesn’t move from where his face is still planted in Hob’s shoulder, so he can’t be that peeved.

“…I genuinely can’t tell if you just mean you’re going to make me dream about the horrors of pregnancy, or if you actually want to impregnate me.”

Dream is silent for several very long moments. “Which would you prefer?”

And hell if that question doesn’t make something very strange flip around in Hob’s stomach. “One baby at a time, love,” he manages, voice almost a squeak.

Dream looks up at him, his expression hot and considering. But all he says is, “hmm,” before settling down again. Gonna go trawl through alllllll of Hob’s fantasies when he gets home, Hob bets. Monster.

“I could have crafted a more elegant cradle of dreams,” Dream informs him then, because he really is apparently in a pissy little mood. Hob’s inclined to give him more leeway about it right now, though—not that he doesn’t give him miles of it anyway.

“Oi,” he protests. “This is a perfectly serviceable crib! Besides, you don’t have to do everything.”

“It has but two legs,” Dream says of the crib.

“It’s incomplete.” Hob taps Dream’s belly. “And it doesn’t need to be complete until that’s complete. Worry about your part of things and I’ll worry about mine.”

“I will strive to,” Dream says. Then sighs. “It was not only my choice to visit today. I was becoming a distraction in the Dreaming. Or so I was told. By many.”

“They kicked you out?”

“They strongly encouraged”—it has the sound of a Lucienne quote—“me to leave for a break.”

It’s probably not the worst thing in the world. “Normally I’d expect a whole thunderstorm when you’re told that.”

“It irritated me greatly,” Dream agrees, either ignoring or just missing the gentle ribbing in Hob’s tone, “but I did not want to cause chaos. This is a delicate time for her.”

Hob can just hear Matthew’s reaction to that line in his head—oh you don’t want to cause chaos for the BABY? what are we, chopped liver?—but doesn’t mention it to Dream. “I think a lack of thunderstorms is probably best all around.” He cards his hand through Dream’s hair. “So’s you taking a break. You work too hard, you know.”

This is true always, but it seems even more true right now. Why he seems to be working harder while also dealing with the stresses of pregnancy, Hob doesn’t know. He doesn’t have anything to prove.

“You can take a step back for a while if you want,” he adds. “Nobody will think less of you, I promise.”

Well, maybe some of the more distant Dreaming residents, Hob doesn’t really know them all—but not those who truly see Dream. Hell, Lucienne and Matthew will probably be fucking thrilled if Dream takes a sabbatical.

“I believe I will after she is born,” Dream says, which Hob takes as its own small victory—even if he suspects it’s more because it’s what Dream thinks is best for the baby, rather than because he truly believes in letting himself rest. “For now, I am trying to ensure enough work is complete that it will be possible.”

“Don’t burn yourself out, darling,” Hob says. “Do it for my sake, so I don’t have to worry about you.”

“Perhaps I enjoy when you worry about me,” Dream murmurs, winding his arms tighter around Hob’s waist. “That I know you are thinking of me.”

“I’m always thinking of you,” Hob says.

Dream hums in pleasure, smiling against Hob’s throat. He would claim all of Hob’s attention if he could. Already does, pretty much.

“Sure you’re going to be able to share me with the baby?” he teases. “Babies require a lot of attention, you know.”

“Are you implying I could be jealous of my own daughter?”

“You could be jealous of a plant if I spent more than two seconds watering it instead of admiring your glory.”

“You will admire her glory, once you see it,” says Dream. And Hob can’t wait for that.

He holds Dream for a time. Eventually he has to insist they get up, as his legs are falling asleep, and unwinds Dream—who’s wound himself around Hob not unlike a plant himself—from him to maneuver him up to the couch. Dream curls against him again and sleeps, in the fashion that he does—something he only does when he truly is tired. Hob doesn’t wake him, not even when his limbs started to fall asleep again. Instead he cherishes this one small moment when Dream is letting himself rest.

[the--rebel--fae]

HELLO!!!

do u think I could ask for some angst->fluff for nightmares for the Diasomnia boys?

(twisted wonderland)

A/N: Hiya, my dear! First off, I'd like to say I'm so so sorry for the late response to your request. Life's been...hectic, to say the least, and I'm still getting the hang of trying to do proper time management. Anyhoot! Thanks so much for the request! I really enjoyed writing this one. Tbh, I love these boys so much and have been getting back into the Twist fandom again, so yea 💜 Well my friend, I hope the wait was worth it! Enjoy!

Pairing: Diasomnia boys x Reader

Tw: None! Just pure fluff!

Word Count: 607

Chase The Nightmares Away - Bad Dream Comfort Headcanons

Lilia

First up, we have our lovely bat dad. We all know he’d probably be the perfect person to go to for nightmares.

He’s bat dad for a reason y’all.

When you walk in he’s probably still up, probably playing video games. 

So when you mumble you couldn’t sleep because of nightmares, he’s pulling up a chair, getting you a blanket, and snacks. Everything you need, peepaw has it. 

Wanna talk about what happened? No worries, he’s helped Silver, Sebek, and Malleus many times with their nightmares.

“Little bat? Are you alright? Ah, a nightmare. There’s no need to worry, why don’t you come sit by me and we can play this new video game together? And if you want, you can tell me about what happened.”

Sebek

Sebek, yea..good luck on getting some comfort from him. But he’ll try his best!

He’ll probably be like: Human what are you doing in here? Oh, you had a nightmare? Uhm, why are you here then?

Poor boy would be so confused.

He’ll definitely point out how weak humans are, but then I think when he sees you truly upset, he’d feel it as his duty as a knight to protect “those weaker than him”. At least that’s the excuse he’s playing when we both know the crocodile boy cares in his own tsun-tsun way.

“Human? Why are you here so late? A nightmare? I do suppose a human would be bugged by something like that. Fae are much stronger. O-oh I didn’t mean to make you more upset. Ahem, well, as my duty as a knight in training I’ll do you the service of protecting you. You should be honored. Here, you can borrow my Malleus-Sama plush. I made it myself! It looks just like the young lord, doesn’t it?”

Silver

Ah yes, our sleepy little prince Silver. If this boy is actually awake for once I think he’d do a pretty good job at comforting you.

I can see him as the type to have a lot of blankets so he’d probably give you one to snuggle with as comfort.

I could also see him get some of his little animal friends to comfort you too if you wanted that. 

And if you wanted to talk about your nightmare, he’d be all ears, at least until he’d fall back asleep. But, I bet he’d do his best to fight back the sleepiness as long as possible for you.

“Oh, Prefect. You’re up late. What’s that? You had a nightmare? I’m sorry, not sleeping well is never a good thing. Here, I have some extra blankets, and we can even get some of my animal friends here if you’d like. Don’t worry, it was just a dream, you’re ok now.”

Malleus

Ah, our Housewarden of Diasomnia, the future ruler of Briar Valley. Malleus Draconia. Our sweet draconic prince.

I think he’d care the most but not know whatever the loving hell what to do.

Does this man even get nightmares?

Walks around the Night Raven campus is definitely going to happen the second you tell him what’s wrong. Nothing solves problems better than a nice walk in some fresh air.

He’ll probably even tell you stories about his time in Briar Valley to distract you or even let you play with Gao Gao Dragon-kun!

10/10 best person to go to for comfort aside from Lilia.

“Child of Man? What’s the matter? You seem upset. Oh, a nightmare? Yes, those can be troubling. How about we take a walk outside and if you feel up to it, you can talk about it. It's better than being alone. I'll even let you play with Gao-Gao Dragon-kun.”

Well, that's it for these headcanons! I hope you enjoyed them! It was a lot of fun to write! And again, so sorry for the delay! Feel free to request again!

And if you guys want even more stories--like maybe your own personalized several-page long one-shots or even a multi-chap fic take a look at my Etsy Shop! I do commissions! I even have listings for Twisted wonderland!

[neoninky]

So today I was binging Bridgerton cuz apparently I’m on a romantic drama spiral 😂 good ol stuffy British romances about rich people and their non-relatable problems 👍

Which has lead me to head canons surrounding a certain group of dashing young men who are basically from a historical drama…

Yes that’s right:

Diasomnia Courtship Head Canons

Featuring Lilia’s three sons (no this is not how I’m going to write them in my story-oh who am I kidding, yes it is 😂)

Tagging peeps for shenanigans: @nuitthegoddess @wysteriadelights @iscarlettappel @foxwitchaine @1ndigowitch @victoria1676

Malleus: The prince and soon-to-be king of Briar Valley, he is naturally expected to find himself a queen and future mother to his heirs. So courtship isn't something that comes as a surprise to him. In fact, it's something he was prepared for since he became old enough to understand what courtship and marriage even were.

For Malleus, this can go one of two ways: 1) if he's being forced to meet and court a some daughter of a noble family that he's not interested in, he'll be…avoidant. In other words, he out poofs away in firefly dust. Once the guards, or Silver and Sebek, OR Lilia, finally hunt him down and force him to show up, Malleus is polite. He goes through all the motions and acts like the perfect gentleman, but anyone who knows him well can see the distant, far-off look of escapism in his eyes.

OR 2) he's not only interested, he is INVESTED. Hoo boy, good luck stopping him from trying to be the only man on this girl's radar. Not only does he perform all the expected etiquette perfectly, Malleus Draconia is the epitome of "down bad". What's her favorite color? Favorite flowers? Does she like music? What's her favorite food??? This man will discover and procure all of it for her faster than lightning. Seven help him if she is (for some reason) not impressed, he'll be crushed. Seven help him if she is impressed and - dare it be so - shows appreciation and affection in return. Smitten doesn't even skim the surface, oof. Malleus Draconia needs to marry her now. His crew will have their hands full trying to help the love-struck royal not come on too strong (too late probably) or rush things too quickly. Either way, once his mind is made up, Malleus only has eyes for his queen.

Silver: Being a human raised primarily around fae folk or even half-fae folk, Silver is familiar with the range of courting rituals that various fae have performed over the years. Human courtship, on the other hand, well…he's a bit lost if not old-fashioned in that department. Mostly because of his lack of human interaction, but also because his father is Lilia. Self explanatory. He doesn't have a preference on fae women vs human/other women, though he understands that fae live far longer than humans so that might complicate things. Regardless, Silver is clumsy when wooing women (or anyone he might be interested in). He has the heart of the very best-boi boy but he can be a bit shy with showing/voicing his feelings at first.

The majority of his life has been dedicated to becoming a worthy knight for Malleus, though his school days allowed him some leisure and fun in between his training. Even so, Silver's bravery and tenacity in battle doesn't translate into romance. In fact, he often suffers from cold feet when faced with a potential crush/love interest. Silver logically knows certain things he can do to show his affection on paper. In action, however, he may need some help practice. Don't even get him started on the anxiety his sleep condition brings him. He gets so nervous about suddenly passing out in front of the girl he wants to romance that it will sometimes make him literally sick (poor guy). Once he FINALLY gets over his nerves and takes action, Silver can make his feelings known. It may be awkward but you won't find another more genuine confession from a guy who looked like he walked out of a fairy tale. Also don't be surprised if an army of woodland creatures was recruited to help out.

If rejected, Silver is nothing if not a man of honor. He sees no point in hounding a woman who isn't interested in him, no matter how much it hurts. If his feelings are reciprocated, the poor man might pass out from joy. If he prepares correctly, Silver drinks enough coffee to keep that from happening. Silver will then exhale in immense relief ask his beloved for an even more romantic date, which he spent at least three days planning out with the help of the other Diasomnia bois. Victory achieved.

Sebek: While Malleus is enthusiastic and full throttle and Silver is charmingly shy/awkward and slow to act, Sebek is somewhere in the middle. This man is and always has been very disciplined in all endeavors. For him, romance will be no different. Sebek Zigvolt has trained since childhood to be Malleus' knight. This is his greatest goal and ambition. Someday his lord will marry and have children, precious little princes and princesses! Naturally, their security and well-being are Sebek's top priority!! As such romance has been put on the back burner through the majority of Sebek's teen years.

Once Sebek sets his sights on courtship and romance, he will not settle for just anyone, no sir. He is a man with taste and standards. You know those girls who write down the traits of their ideal husbands in a list? Sebek is the male equivalent of that. It's not as shallow as it sounds, Sebek just knows what he wants. Granted he started the list when he was about 14 years old cough, so some things do change as he matures. Even so, Sebek is - like Silver - old-fashioned in romance. He knows all the moves: bringing her flowers on the first date, taking her on romantic moonlit walks while also respecting her boundaries and fighting off any hooligans that may threaten her dignity, getting her father's approval, the whole nine yards!

And boy is he prepared. He's actually quite proud - if not smug - of how much research he's put into properly courting a lady. His grandfather made sure to leave books out for him when he was young so of course he grew into an avid reader. Definitely learned a thing or two from romance novels but will not admit it out loud.

Either way, once Sebek finds his dream girl, he already has a strategy all mapped out. If one plan doesn't work, he's got backup plans. If things are going well, Sebek will not rush the courtship, but he will absolutely have the proposal and the wedding (hell, probably the honeymoon too dayum) all planned out in his head. If he somehow misses a detail, his mother and older sister will have at least five to ten different options at the ready to offer him and his lady love.

If for some reason Sebek's affections are rejected, he will put on a strong front…until he gets home/back to Malleus's castle and then he'll just fall to pieces. He's gonna need a grieving period, bless his heart. He will more than likely be a complete wreck until he gets the heartache completely out of his system.

If all goes well and Sebek does successfully get with his dream lady love, pssssh well OF COURSE he did! Was there ever any doubt?! Foolish humans, of course not! (Lies, Sebek definitely has moments of doubt that he covers up with loud outbursts and vigorous training to the point of exhaustion. Thank Seven that it did work out though, whew.)

BONUS:

Chaos ensues any time Lilia tries to make a meal to welcome his new 'daughters' to the family. The boys immediately go into covert ops to stop him from getting into the kitchen, sometimes asking their girlfriends/wives to help distract him or getting Lilia started on a story tangent about his travels, his glory days as a general, anything to keep him talking.

[petrichor-idyllic]

Heyyy! How are you doing? Can you do a story where the female reader accidentally turns Minho on? Thank you

I'm doing good thank you for asking, and of course I can :))

Back on my Minho grind, lmao. Idk why I struggled with this one so much, but I must've rewritten it like seven times, bro.

INAPPROPRIATE WORKPLACE BEHAVIOUR

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Reader is a Runner. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas. You and Minho have always had a tense relationship, but when you guys work in the Map room together, you start to wonder if there's something else. Especially when you get a new kind of reaction out of the Keeper. Kinda enemies to lovers if you squint a bit.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, spice and suggestive content, dumb teenagers and dumber teenage hormones

"Bro, I'm telling you, there's nothing new."

You hate nights like this. It consists of you and the other Runners meeting up and spending hours looking and comparing maps. Once a week.

Every week.

For as long as you've been there. Well, since you became a Runner at least.

And you've been there long enough for it to not be that big of a deal if another girl were to show up.

But tonight is different. It also happens to be Bonfire night. It happens occasionally that Greenie day and the meetings fall on the same day. Most of the Runners left early to go celebrate.

And you did, too, a couple of times. Joining in on the celebrations and congratulating whatever poor Greenie on losing to Gally in the ring.

But you felt bad, so you started staying.

Minho always stayed. It didn't matter what was going on outside; the boy had a job to do, and God dammit, he's going to get it done.

You don't know why you felt bad- or even why you feel bad now. It's not like Minho has ever actually been nice to you. He doesn't take you as seriously as the other Runners and it's not uncommon for him to blatantly ignore you.

Which is shit because the Keeper makes for some great eye-candy.

"I don't care," Minho huffs as you sit with your legs on the table, leaning your chair back, shuffling through numerous sheets of paper. "If you wanna leave, then leave."

"Dude, we've been doing this for literally hours." You try to reason with him but it's not going well.

Minho has been worse as of late. With the exploration of the outer sections coming to a close and the sinking realisation that there isn't actually an exit to the Maze- his bitterness is becoming exponential.

"You can leave." He simply repeats.

You don't understand Minho's problem with you.

In reality, Minho doesn't have a problem with you. All of his extra criticisms and harsh nature comes from a place he doesn't quite understand. You're the only girl in the Glade, and even if everyone else got used to you, he never did. He's had a thing for you ever since he saw you. How could he not?

Which is bad.

Because it's distracting.

So, you can imagine his dismay when Alby suggested you be a Runner.

You pout, letting your feet hit the floor and walking over to Minho. You lean in front of him and across the table, having to stretch further to try and grab more papers that are scattered across the table.

Obviously, this was an incredibly innocent action. You were literally just trying to do more work, but Minho's entire body freezes.

His eyes flicker to your ass as you bend over against the poor wooden structure. It doesn't help that you're still wearing your tight running clothes that leave very little to the imagination. The fabric clings to your ass, and Minho suddenly feels like a complete creep. You mumble something to yourself when you can't reach, but your tone and the lack of coherency just makes Minho's breath catch in his throat.

Ah fuck.

You stand back up, tilting your head slightly as you try to understand whatever pattern Minho swears there is.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. The problem here is that Minho is just as sexually repressed as every other boy in the Glade, but his one-track-mind and work ethic makes it seem like he isn't.

But he is. Boy, he is.

You say something. He doesn't even acknowledge it as he just blankly stares into space, questioning his existence for a second and silently praying that he can keep himself from being... physically affected.

"Minho?"

"Hm?" He looks at you, concern written on your face. Suddenly, he crosses his wrists, dropping them to his crotch. You obviously were not going to look, but as his pencil scatters to the floor and you watch him visibly cringe, your eyes flicker down and then back up. "You good?"

"Mhm."

"You sure? You ignored me, and now you're acting kinda weird."

"No, I didn't. I mean, I didn't ignore you, I was just thinking, okay?" Okay, so he's panicking. He doesn't really want to get caught because that's just going to make things incredibly awkward. He's literally your boss, and with the way he treats you, there's no way you like him back.

"What did I say then?" You cross your arms, looking down at him. He's acting super weird all of a sudden. He seems almost flustered and embarrassed, and with his hands covering up his dignity; you have your suspicions. It's not like it's the first time here you've accidentally given someone a boner. And it's not like it's hard to tell.

If you catch some of the boys on a bad day then they'll get hard if you so much as look in their general direction. But Minho?

Minho?

Always calm, always collected, always in control, Minho?

It's actually kind of entertaining watching Minho's confidence slip away. He's so cocky and self-assured all the time, and you've, what? Leant over a table? And he's lost all capability? Incredible.

You do admire Minho. For many reasons, mostly including his job- but also his self-control. The boy is athletic and confident and bold, all traits that you're attracted to and have been ignoring. But this is now a form of amusement, especially after being stuck in here for hours.

"You don't know, do you?" You ask after an embarrassingly long pause.

"Uh, yeah, no. I don't know what you said. Sorry." He adds the 'sorry' after you raise your eyebrows at him, and it is very clearly reluctant.

"Sorry you didn't hear me or sorry you were staring at my ass?" You cross your arms as you turn to sit on the edge of the table. Your expression is testing as Minho drops his head forward, hiding his face in his hands.

"I, uh, I mean- shit," he grumbles.

"Wow, okay," you scoff, "I was joking, but I guess you really were just staring at my ass."

"I didn't mean- I couldn't help it, alright?"

"That's bullshit, we both know you are beyond fully capable of controlling yourself," Minho suddenly feels like he's getting lectured. But he's your boss, and he really doesn't know how to feel about the sudden shift in relationship dynamics.

"Yeah," he sighs, "you're right, but you- you're just-" You stand up straight, stepping towards him with fake understanding. He shuffles uncomfortably as you stand in next to him, enjoying the newfound power. "You're hot, dude, what am supposed to do?" He sighs, giving into defeat since there's no good way for him to get out of this.

Minho's forward nature shines through, and the compliment actually takes you by surprise. "You think I'm hot?"

"Everyone here thinks you're hot."

"That's not what I asked."

"Yeah," he basically spits out, "I think you're hot. But I also think you're one of the best Runners I've got, and I'm your Keeper, so..."

"Wait, have you been being a dick to me because you're attracted to me?" Minho's guilty expression says it all. "Holy shuck. You have!"

"Alright, alright- slim it," he warns.

"How many times have you criticised me because you actually wanted me?" You lean further forward, one arm on the table, kind of trapping him.

"Listen, don't start-"

"Or the amount of times you've ignored me because I looked too good?"

"Hey!" Minho snaps, even his ears are burning now, "Quit it, alright? I get it. If you're just gonna be a slinthead about it, then go. I don't have time for this klunk. And you might not like me, but I was always respectful and gave you the same workload as everyone else. I can't help being attracted to you, (Y/N)."

His words sound suddenly sincere, like he's been dealing with this on his own for a while now.

"I.." You start, but your words get trapped in your throat, "I never said I didn't like you." You avoid his gaze as you kind of stand to the side of him. There's a scratching scound as he turns the wobbly chair towards you, his attention now peaked at your sudden bashful tone.

"So you like me?"

"I didn't say that, either, just... you're a good-looking guy, Minho. I'm not mad at you 'cause that'd make me a hypocrite." Minho's hands graze your hips, sparking a flame in you but making you flinch. So, he immediately moves away again.

"You think I'm good-looking?" Minho definitely does not need the ego boost, but then again, neither did you.

"Shut up, okay, you're being honest, I'm being honest. It's not a big deal."

"Okay," he holds his hands up, feigning innocence, "guess we're just two attractive people sitting in a room together then, huh?"

You scoff, shaking your head, "No, we're two people who are attracted to each other sitting in a room together. There's a difference." You meet his eyes, and the tension suddenly feels very thick.

This time, Minho puts his hands on your waist with more certainty, and you move closer, swinging your leg over his, straddling him. Suddenly, it doesn't matter that Minho is your boss, or that this could make things awkward working. You just want to feel good, and Minho's flustered confession is making you feel pretty decent all on its own.

"Bold, hm?" Minho mutters, your noses brush, and your foreheads press together. You can feel his breath on your lips, and you never expected this to happen when you came to work during the Bonfire.

"Learnt from the best," you almost speak into him, earning a chuckle. "Is that okay?"

"Mhm," he leans in, finally forcing months of frustration into you as your lips connect. His grip on you tightens and it barely takes anything for Minho to be hardening under you again. Your mouths move in unison, his tongue brushing against your lower lip.

You slip your tongue under his, making him hum as you buck your hips against his. Your hands come to the back of his neck and into his hair, taking the opportunity to ruin his permanently perfect hair style.

He pulls away, panting slightly, "Wait, what does this mean?" He seems anxious, but he's still trying to move under you. You've never seen him like this before, and deep down, you know all you want is to see it again.

"It means I want to fuck you." His body physically reacts to your boldness, almost whimpering under your touch.

"Yeah, alright, I'll take it," you're back on each other in seconds. Having a friends-with-benefits situation with your boss is probably not the best idea, but damn, is it hot.

Friction starts to pick up fast. His hands are under your shirt, papers are flying everywhere as you use the table to try and stabilise yourself and a string of unholy gasping and faint moans is escaping the private place.

That's until there's a cracking sound. Both you and Minho fall in a heap on the floor as the shitty chair breaks, one of the legs snapping off and sending you plummeting. You land next to each other.

"Gally's klunky shuckin' furniture," Minho complains.

And you just laugh.

Not going to lie, lads, this was, for some reason, a complete struggle. Idk why this one was so hard and took me so long, but here it is, and I don't even think it's good lmao. Definitely not my best work, but I'm trying my best.

I hope yall kinda almost enjoyed it :)

[thealligatornoah]

Falling in love (Azul edition)

Yeah, I know, I've been a ghost lately. In defense, I haven't been feeling good, but hey! I got inspired by this f*cking banger!: Be My Guest - YouTube. So, it's azul's turn. Enjoy!

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x male!reader

Warnings: Freaking Azul trying to scam everyone. Metions of past trauma and bullying.

Nobody understands him, and never will. Azul Ashengrotto is a poor, unfortunate soul that doen't want to be one, so he turns everybody else near him miserable with his contracts, that promise a cheerful future.

Octopuses are brilliant hunters that use their large tentacles to prey on their victims, and this clever dorm leader is no different. Instead of the eight appendixes, he uses the Leech twins; and he usually chooses those who he finds easy, like students with bad grades, with financial problems, or the vulnerable ones. He was once the lolcow, the 'point a finger at me and laugh', but doing things like this, who is laughing last?

When he gazed (y/n)'s eyes at the ceremony the first time, he saw his oportunity cristal clear. A magicless human in a college full of mages? It is impossible to be easier, Or so he thought.

Jade and Floyd find it impossible to bring (y/n) to Azul, that boy seems to smell something fishy each time they offer him help. When they offer help for an exam, to lend the little money he doesn't have to pay lunch, to defend him from bullies... the boy doesn't get the hook, leaving the sly octopus without any idea of how to get him.

That is one evening it started raining. Azul is coming back after being in the club with Idia, smiling to himself remembering their tought chess game as he walks through the hallway. Suddenly, when he is about to open the door to get out the building, a really wet (y/n) opens that door from outside and quickly runs inside, his back facing the door and his face against Azul's. There is a quiet moment between the two until one of them decides to break it.

-I recommend you not to go outside, it's raining cats and dogs. -(y/n) says.

Then, Azul's fast mind had an idea, that is the perfect moment to bring his pray to his lair.

-Isn't your dorm outside? You have to walk a lot to get there, right? -the poor boy nods with worry, Azul controls a mischevious smile, and puts a kind one instead.- You can come to my dorm, I'll get you a discount in the Mostro Lounge for today.

"If he thinks he can get me, he's very wrong. But a smoothy won't hurt me." (y/n) thinks when he deliverates if taking the offer or not.

-Ok. -he finally decides.

When both of the boys get to the Mostro Lounge, Azul sits in front of (y/n) as he drinks the smoothy. They were talking about anything and everything, the octopus asking some innocent questions and the other sharing what he thinks is convenient, keeping many things in secret. But eventually he would get a littke comfortable, even Azul would tone down a bit and forget his objetive.

The mostro's light gives a special glitter to (y/n)'s face, specially his eyes. His movements look graceful as he stares at his soul, with a small smile timidly visible in his lips, wich Azul couldn't get his gaze off, the jazzy music not helping at all.

"Focus if you want to get what you want." Azul thinks, but his mind gets a little numb after that thought. "What did I want?" he realizes. That evening is so nice, he completely forgets.

Days pass by, and (y/n) comes more often to the lounge, he just learned to enjoy the three submarine boy's company, specially Azul. He visits him inside the vip room, where he has the permission to go to.

But the octopus doesn't stop his attempts of making everyone else's soul miserable. After some important exams, now he has some anemone slav- I mean... non remunerated employees; but three of them are (y/n)'s friends, and he didn't care that it is Azul they're talking about, he will fight him.

Then, Azul overblots.

He overblots because (y/n) found out about his past, because his mask is broken, because Leona turned his win into sand, because he is a poor, unfortunate soul.

When everything ends, Azul starts running away from (y/n). His fear for rejection takes the best of him as he avoids any contact with someone that he looks up to very highly. It is all with the twin's help, of course. And they end up getting fed up, of course.

The Leech twins are standing up in front of Azul's desk, who is reading some important papers for the restaurant he is running. He turns slowly his gaze upwards to Jade and Floyd, and then downwards the papers again.

-I'm busy, what do you want.

-We both noticed you have romantic feelings towards (y/n). -says Jade bluntly.

Azul opens his mouth really wide, wanting to speak, but a knot in his throat makes it impossible for any word to go out and make any noise. A little almost wisper like scream and shining, red cheeks make its appearance instead.

-Yeah, yeah, -interrups Floyd- we are really fed up, this turned really boring!

-What he is trying to say is that you will stop avoiding him.

-Even if that means you have to tell him you want to squeeze him to death!

Even if that is a really big ultimatum, Azul knows that they are painfully right. Do octopuses show homosexual tendencies in nature? That's not the point, he does love (y/n)! That's why he is avoiding him in the first place, the awful shame of his past... this has to end now.

This time, when (y/n) comes to his restaurant, Azul doesn't hide in the vip room. In fact, he had the twins to make sure every other client leave earlier, how? Shady Leech twins terms. When everyone else leaves the restaurant, the magicless human feels relief, he knows that this is his crush's doings; he knows him too well to not notice, that's why he didn't give up in the first place.

Althought he knew it, his heart skips a beat when Azul sits up in front of him. Every little detail of his movements are highly studied, that with that nervous smile, makes (y/n) remember when he acted like this with him, so he makes sure to put a kind smile.

-It's been a while, eh? -he breaks the ice.

Again, Azul wants to speak but he cannot do it, he fights but he is just not able to do it. Then he jumps a bit when he feels (y/n)'s hand on his.

-Man, I missed you -he says after laughing-. Don't worry, I'm not mad, you can tell me anything. -he makes emphasis in the last word.

Then Azul inhales, exhales, and looks directly to (y/n)'s eyes, then his mouth. He reviews the script he practised so much for hours, and opens his mouth, the words being able to pass through his throat this time.

-(y/n), the reason I was avoiding you is because I was very ashamed of my past me, and I have romantic feelings towards you -his nervousness comes back-. But I've changed! I'm not that fat octopusno-

(y/n) interrupts him with a little slam on the desk.

-Silly octopus, I don't care about your past. Even heck, I don't care about your looks at all! I like you too, but it is because you are a clever, after all nice man. I feel really comfortable when I'm with you, and every aspect of you feels out of league of me! -again, Azul 404.exe has stopped working- Give me a kiss, dummy.

Both of their bodies moves automatically on the desk so their lips could click for the first of many more times.

Nobody understands him, and never will. Anybody in this universe will understand how lucky he is, how fortunate, and happy soul he is.

[skellebonez]

Happy (LATE) Birthday Lupin!

So. It took me a little extra time, but I finally got your birthday fic done @lunar-wandering! I hope this is funny, I had way too much fun imagining this in my head.

“We TOLD you this would FUN Red Son!” MK said while letting out a wheezing laugh.

“That depends on your definition of fun, NOODLE BOY,” Red Son said in exasperation, attempting to right his jackal hood from its skewed position. “… but I will admit. This has been an… ENJOYABLE way to spend the weekend thus far.”

“SUCESS!” Mei and MK shouted, unable to resist the urge to jump up and give each other a high five. The day had turned out better than expected, all things considered.

Somehow, by some sheer stroke of luck, MK and Mei had managed to convince Red Son to join them at a local convention that had moved to the city of Wàn Qiān Chéng. They’d always WANTED to come to this convention, but it had been just far enough before MK gained his powers to make it less worth trying to travel to (and asking for a day off from Pigsy). But, of course, immediately after his powers?

Convention moved.

It barely took them half an hour to get to it now, and that was attempting to drive normally! With his staff or cloud or Red Son’s fire it would be trivial. Mei did mention she could fly her jet, but as far as they knew it would be impossible for them to actually land it on the roof of the convention hall.

They’d been a little lost on exactly what to cosplay for a while. They wanted to go a group cosplay, preferably a trio or at least a duo who would be normally seen with the third character (or at least would be HILARIOUS if they were seen together). But that problem was solved pretty quickly when they managed to gain the interest of their friends. While Sandy had to sit the convention out (poor Mo needed to go to the vet), it didn’t take long for Pigsy to show interest in bringing his food truck and for Tang to invite himself along by proxy. Granted, they wouldn’t be joining them inside the con. Unlike…

“I have to admit,” Macaque said with a chuckle. “This has been pretty fun. It’s like putting on a play without all the stress of making sure it goes perfectly.”

“It’s so nice to walk around and have NO ONE know who I am!” Sun Wukong exclaimed with a tired and excited chuckle. “They only know who I’m cosplaying!”

Ah yes. The cosplays.

They’d gone over exceptionally well! To be fair they were cosplaying a group of characters from a very popular game, but they liked to think that people genuinely liked the quality of their cosplays. Who knew Sun Wukong and Macaque were THAT good at sewing? Making the armor and props was easy with Sun Wukong and MK’s powers (and given how complicated their outfits were and the fact they weren’t entering any cosplay competitions they were so grateful for not having to make THOSE), but the monkeys were DETERMINED to at least make the costumes themselves.

And boy did that pay off.

They honestly expected the two of them to be the most popular out of the group, but they really underestimated the power of a popular duo.

Mei and Red Son as Tighnari and Cyno were the spotlight stealers, especially with Mei’s mechanical ears that moved back and forth.

MK was decently popular as Aether, but not as much as the rest of his group. He wasn’t complaining though, this meant that he could act as the hype man for any one of them who was requested for pictures!

Sun Wukong and Macaque were almost as popular as Mei and Red Son, their Neuvillette and Furina cosplays gaining so many requests for Furina to be doing something goofy with Neuvillette looking on in confusion or annoyance. Something VERY easy for the two monkey demons to do!

All in all, it was a fantastic day at the convention.

But damn did they need a break.

That’s how they all found themselves outside the convention all in the garden attached to it. It was less busy than expected outside, probably because of the cold, but everyone except Red Son was pretty got in their costumes and could use the cooling off anyway (and Red was warm enough normally so the exposed midriff of his costume didn’t bother him even a little bit once outside).

They were enjoying a late lunch, separated from everyone in a nice secluded part of the garden surrounded by bushes and some early blooming flowers. Mei had Sun Wukong summon them up a tea set with his hair, insisting they all eat in costume while she filmed them. A slightly odd request, but she had been filming the day for a con vlog she was intending to upload later so it wasn’t THAT odd.

“Can we please take our costumes off for a minute now?” Red Son asked once they had finished their food, stretching so hard they could hear his back pop. “This hood is heavier than it looks and I’d like my scalp to be able to BREATHE for a moment.”

“Just one more thing!” Mei said, giggling wildly as she stood up and practically vibrated in excitement. “There’s this Genshin meme going around and I want us to do it!”

“Oh… Oh my gosh that’s why you had us eat in costume,” Macaque said slowly, piecing everything together. “It’s for the CALM parts of the video and why you had Wukong SAY THAT mid lunch.”

“You’re an evil genius,” Sun Wukong said, staring at the dragon girl in awe. “You tricked me so good! I’m supposed to be the trickster!”

“Hehehe,” Mei chuckled, rubbing her hands together. “You got it! Now, I have a plan for how this is going to go, a few actually, and I’ll edit the video together with the second and third parts based on what goes best. I need all of us to look horrified at Macaque for a moment while Wukong says the next line, then all of us are going to look at Wukong when he says the last one. Then the real fun begins. The first one is going to be Macaque dancing alone, then everyone except Wukong joins in, and then it’s all of us!”

“Oh oh,” MK shouted in excitement, waving his hands. “PLEASE let me break dance, I want to break dance SO BAD.”

“Only if you also moonwalk in at least on of these takes.”

“DONE!”

“What about me?” Macaque asked. “If I’m starting this what I do has to be good.”

“Fortnite default dance.”

“Diabolical, I’m in!”

“I assume I’m not joining in on the dancing until the last one?” Sun Wukong asked.

“Yeah,” Mei agreed with a nod. “Look as horrified at the rest of us as you want, but do whatever funny dance moves you can do for the last one. Maybe the worm.”

“I always wanted to be a worm at least once.”

“I assume I am being dragged into this mess?” Red Son asked with a sigh. “What do you wish for me to do?”

“Hear me out,” Mei said with a shaky chuckle. “I don’t care what you do for the drafts of the second segment. But for the last one, please. PLEASE stand close enough to my phone your feet are cut off so no one can see your fire and use it to slide you across the screen in a T pose as you slowly spin around.”

There was a beat of silence as everyone waited for Red Son to react, staring at him in anxious excitement.

“That… is the dumbest thing I have ever heard,” Red Son said slowly. “I love it.”

“LET’S GOOOOO!” Mei yelled, hurriedly checking her camera to make sure it was still good before sitting down. “Ok, ok, whenever you’re ready Wukong.”

The Monkey King smiled, almost unable to get rid of his smile and take on the neutral face of the character he was dressed as, but slightly more horrified as he looked at Macaque.

“We now turn to the ~Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale~!”

~

“Looks like everyone’s having fun at the convention,” Tang said, slurping up another bite of noodles, the last in his bowl, as he scrolled through Mei’s feed on his phone. “Mei’s posting memes.”

He sat on a stool outside the open back door to Pigsy’s food truck, bowl of the chef’s ever famous noodles sitting on a folding table set out in front of him. They were parked across the street from the convention hall everyone else was inside of, Pigsy working hard inside to prep food while Tang ate an excessively late lunch, right beside a park.

It was almost TOO good, prime real estate for a food truck to be parked in, and they had slightly underestimated how popular they would be compared to the simple ice cream food trucks that seemed to take over all the space at the convention center proper.

… why were there even 6 of those? Well, that didn’t matter.

Apparently when people are extremely hungry, they would actually cross the street for something that looks good.

“I still think you would have had more fun goin in with them,” Pigsy said as he fixed up a new batch of fresh jiaozi for when the next batch of hungry con goers comes up to his food truck. “You’re dressed as that… Piedmon character and you’re not even helping, you’re just eating my food.”

“It’s PAIMON. And I’m free advertising!” Tang protested with a smirk, taking a big slurp of broth to make the point even more clear. Pigsy couldn’t help but snort in both mocking indignation and amusement as he did this. “Who can possibly resist coming to a food truck when someone looks THIS satisfied with the food?”

“People who see the ‘opening at 6 pm’ sign on the closed awning,” Pigsy rebutted with a chuckle. “And since we’re not opening until 6, why don’t you show me what Mei is posting whole I finish folding these up.”

“Oh, it’s GOOD,” Tang said, barely holding in a chuckle as he went over to the open door and held up his phone. “If people knew the adults with the trio were it would blow up even more!” Pigsy stared at the screen, face slowly scrunching up in both amusement and confusion.

“OK, I get the dancing and all, but…”

“But?”

“Why are they asking for judgement from a bird?”

Nothing could have been better advertisement for the food truck than Tang immediately bursting out into laughter, holding his chest as he slowly lowered himself to the ground and started wheezing.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Birds of a Foreign Land Must Fly.

...

*Shuichi, hiding out in Branch 2's Head Office, curls up into a ball and rests against the wall, burying his head in his arms and contemplating everything that happened...

Dammit...why...just...Why...?

'Cause life sucks buddy boy. Especially for omniversal immigrants like us.

GAH!?

*He almost falls over as a voice sounds out from near his desk.

K-Kokichi!? When and how did you get in here?

Well, considering you were devoting your eyes and ears to sobbing and crying, I doubt even your detective instincts could have noticed me when I just walked through the door.

...Are you here to cheer me up...?

Hah! Who do you take me for? That is NOT my thing!

Hehe...I guess not...

But even still. I'm DEFINITELY super curious. Whatcha crying about?

We won! Zetsubou are gone, Shirogane's toast, and the world gets to live on another day! So why the soppy face?

The way you ask that implies to me you know EXACTLY why I'm crying. Don't toy with me; now is not the time for your sick ideas of jokes...!

Yeah...Yeah, I figured...I heard about what happened.

*Kokichi runs his fingers across the desk.

Rantaro is permanently dead with no hope of being resurrected...Himiko is stuck as a mechanical-humanoid puppet and has to live out the rest of her life like that...and Tenko's such self-loathing moron that she ran away with her hair twirls between her legs...

That is three additional piles of shitness on top of everything else that you don't deserve to be burdened with.

It's nothing I can't handle...or at least...nothing I can't handle if I sit on it for a bit...

Aw, poor Shuichi...He's doing a ME!

Wh-What? Doing a...What?

What I always do to stay upbeat, positive, and strong in the face of adversity:

Lie to myself and say that everything is gonna be okay, even though I know it's not.

I told you I don't want to hear it! Rrgh!

Okay, I'll shut up now! Promise!

...*sigh*

Kokichi...This is probably a really stupid question that you're gonna get mad at me for, but I have to ask...

Do you think...mngh...Do you think it would have been better for everyone if we'd returned to the universe we came from?

...Why are you asking this...?

Lately, I've had a lot of thoughts on my mind, but throughout all of them, just one as been really prevalent. And that's the thought that no matter what I do, or how much I think I've done, our existence in this world only makes things worse...

This world was perfectly safe and peaceful until WE showed up...! The Future Foundation had everything covered, but the moment we arrived here...The moment Uchui dragged us into this world and out of our own...THAT'S when things started to go wrong.

So...I've been stuck thinking lately that maybe I'm the problem. That our arrival here was some kind of mistake, and now...now I've just let Shirogane go free! I know as much as Uchui wants to believe it that she's gone for good, but I KNOW she's not dead!

She's still out there, and she's going to hurt so many more people! And because I didn't kill her when I had the chance-!

[anyaispunk]

The Last Time We Met

Pt. 1

Summary: Daniel confesses his feelings, which turns out not the way she would’ve expected.

Word Count: 865

Part 2

Daniel and I have known each other for 2 years. I can confidently say that I’m one of the most important person for him despite the lateness of my arrival in his life.

It was another race weekend. We’ve been through so many Sundays together, but I’ll never forget this one.

He asked me to come to his driver's room early in the morning. It was weird of him. No, it was weird. No one goes to the paddock that early. But seeing that he’s not replying to my texts for explanation, I decided to just go.

As soon as I stand at his door, I can see him sitting nervously at the sofa while bouncing his left foot. I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s always so calm. Even though he’s nervous, angry, or sad he always manages to keep it down. But not this morning.

I stepped into the room and called him,

“Hey…”

He immediately turned his head and walked towards me. He gave me a smile. The one that I’ve never seen before. The one that no one has ever seen before. Later in the future, I realized that smile was only for me.

“Thank you for coming in a short notice. I really need to see you.” he said in a low tone.

“Of course, Dan. No problem. What’s up?”

My heart beat started to quicken. ‘Why does he need to see me this early?’ was my question.

That question was answered a few minutes after that.

He handed me a quite big white box with a white bow.

He told me to,

“Open it.”

I was so confused. Dani is not the type of person that suddenly gives you presents or surprises when there are no special agendas.

“What’s this all about?” I asked.

He rolled his eyes.

“Can’t you just open the box and stop asking?”

I just looked at him dead in the eyes, demanding for some explanation.

He gave me that smile again. Somehow I can feel the meaning behind it. But I’m not sure, I don’t wanna be.

He sighed,

“Everyone knows how hard 3 years ago was for me. People look down at me and I lost a lot of people who I thought were my friends. It was my dark time. And all I could think about back then was ‘this is it, this is where my career ends’. But fortunately, it’s not. I found some new strength. New people that actually care and stay by my side through all the downs. And among all of those people..... There’s you, on the top list.”

Being aware that I’m important for him and hearing him said it out loud is a totally different thing. ‘You’re important to me’ was enough, but ‘There’s you, on the top list’? Is too much for my poor heart that’s been aching his name since day 1.

Where is he going with this?

“I don’t know where or what I’m gonna be if I hadn’t met you. So I won’t let you doubt for even a split second that you’re less important than anyone else in my life. I want you to know that I wouldn’t trade you with anything this world has to offer. Because I love you.”

I was finding words to say but my brain decided to give up for being in too much pressure and shock.

My mouth starts to move but there’s not a single word out.

Dani decided to continue his speech knowing I couldn’t speak at the moment.

“Since last year, I realized there was something missing. Something unfulfilled in me. I woke up everyday thinking that it was because of the race. That I’ve been too long not winning a race. Then Monza happened. I won. But no, I still have that empty feeling.”

He looked down to his feet, smiling.

“Everyone is celebrating since it was a very big deal for me. In the sea of people, I look far into the paddock. There’s this one girl who’s cheering over a phone. I realized she was talking to someone in a video call. And boy, isn’t she the prettiest soul I have ever seen.“

I remembered this. I entered the paddock to stepped away from the crowd. Hoping to find some quieter place to make a phone call. As soon as I pressed ‘FaceTime’ she immediately picked up.

It was me. I was the one that called his parents because I know he will be occupied for the next couple of hours. He was talking about me…

“It was the realization that took me back. She is the one that I’ve been searching for. That’s why the emptiness creeps in whenever I wake up or laying my head at night. Because she isn’t there. I never feel empty whenever I’m with her.”

My mind resisted to think straight. All of the questions, all of the hopes starting to play with my sanity.

“Why are you telling me all of this?” I finally managed to slip out.

He brought his eyes back to mine.

“Because….”

What?

“I’m going to marry that girl.”

A smile started to form on my lips.

[hag-o-hags]

There's a trainer in my area who's apparently considered a ~wonderworker~ with Problem Dogs. My friend took her boy to this lady's program and came back with

Detailed instructions for using the shock collar

Spray bottle

Wand of Rolled Up Newspaper

Bigger issue with defensiveness over the dog's behavior, reactivity, and needs than before

NOW, this poor boy won the Behavioural Issues Lottery

(weened at 4 weeks)

(because his dam was too young and trying to kill her litter)

(herding dog mix)

(first 13ish months living mostly in an apartment)

(mom works in the hospitality industry so schedule and stability for dog is NOT GREAT!)

(several issues with VERY BAD pet sitters) (all relatives of mom or other mom) (moms were furious and none of those people are allowed to be alone with EITHER dog)

so like. I'm not at all gonna pretend like this kiddo doesn't have some pretty bad issues. I've been on the receiving end of his warnings a couple times, but he was warning me -- very clear visual snarl that he didn't want me near the barrier that he was behind (kennel once, pet gate once). I backed off and we were immediately cool. I got some sniffs when we were back on the same side of the gate.

And that's my thing with this boy. He's got Needs. Me too man, I'm right there with you.

I'm pet sitting right now, and in all honesty, all we're doing is hanging out. Nobody's getting redirected beyond "don't jump on me, and quit mouthing my sleeve". We had one incident of Misdemeanor Countersurfing and Resource Guarding with Intent. And I know -- I know -- how scary and intimidating it is to be on the receiving end of a reactive dog's warning! Second Mom is very scared of trying to take food from him and they have a whole protocol that uses the Wondertrainer's techniques.

But all he needed to give up the forbidden food was a normal ass dog biscuit. Swapsies, nabbed the remains, reactivity back to zero.

This dog, not least because of Our Lady of Aversion Training, is treated like a live grenade and the moment something SLIGHTLY bad happens, oh god no, klaxons, strobing lights, women and children to the lifeboats first.

He's not, though, he's just a boy who has had ALL his boundaries and communication ignored, and people are stressed out AT him. All the time. I'm sitting outside writing this, and the dogs run up, get up in my business hoping that this is a Sharing Doughnut I've got here (NOPE!!!!!) We started this weekend with him kinda sorta being okay with some ear scritches after he gave my hand a good sniff. This morning he wasn't fully sure about me initiating head pets, but he communicates that super clearly if you know what you're looking at. I'd offer, he'd get tense, I'd back off, and WHAT DO YOU FUCKIN KNOW. Now he running up and shoving his head into my elbow for pets.

BECAUSE IT WASN'T A BIG DEAL WHEN HE TOLD ME NO. Nothing he can do can make me freak out, so HE'S not gonna freak out.

Super bonus, I've been working on muzzle desensitizing with him as well, because right now the method is Mom And Only Mom Traps Him And Tough Tits If You Miss The First Time, Call The Vet to Say We'll Be Really Really Late. Which. Mmrg. Muzzle was a requirement to attend the Wonderclasses, which I get, it's a basket muzzle, we want everyone to stay safe. I guess the instructions were "Bring the dog muzzled and shock collared and be prepared to zap him if he gets aggressive or out of line." (FUCKIN. WHAT ARE PEOPLE PAYING THIS LADY FOR. JESUS FUCKING. SHRIEK.) (I mean where even is the fucking spray bottle in this hierarchy? FUCK.)

Anyway, boyo does not care if I walk around with the muzzle, will HAPPILY eat peanut butter off a plate with the muzzle ... this is a very, very teachable dog. He's not a live grenade, he's like. At WORST a firework. If you're a moron and you fuck around, sure. Finding out may involve losing your arm. But MAYBE you shouldn't have been fucking around that hard and engaged your giant primate brain for 12 seconds. Don't try to douse a fire with gasoline maybe?

[idealisticrealism]

TCL 2x05 recap

Okay yep I did not manage to tone this recap down from last week AT ALL. (In fact it got even longer... god help me lol). Also posting late because I spent all weekend defibrillating mannequins (and all week studying for said defibrillating)– but good news, all the mannequins survived, unlike me when I watched this ep lol

Man this cleaning montage honestly made me so emotional about Thony and Fi– for once they’re cleaning for no one but themselves! Also that shot of Thony walking through the building as it all changed around her? So cool. I also loved how they had the same music playing over both Thony and Arman’s respective activities, like it’s saying that their daily lives are momentarily a bit separate rn but they’re still connected regardless. But omg Arman in that tight black tshirt looking all pissed and THEN grabbing Robert’s neck??? Like god, that shot ~did things~ to me and I would be so down to see more of that– especially from a scene where he finds out about Thony being forced to strip off! C’mon writers, give the people (me) what they want (Arman going feral on Thony’s behalf)!!!

Tbh I’ve actually missed seeing La Habana? But oh man it’s not doing too well. Looks like Arman’s big plan from 1x10 to take down Hayak (or more honestly, his plan to protect Thony ughhhh) came with some serious consequences…. Anyway I love seeing Thony stride confidently into La Habana, especially because we can see a member of the cleaning staff (aka likely one of her old coworkers) in the same shot, showing the new direction Thony has moved in and the new connection she has with this place and the people in it.  Speaking of which, ugh  the way Arman stares at her as she walks in, his eyes tracking her the entire way…. could this actually be the first time they’ve seen each other since the motel? Timing wise it’s probably been about a week since the event of last ep, so it is possible that they haven’t been together since then.  And ok sidenote but I do actually enjoy Nadia’s reaction to Thony here lol, the ‘oh great’ and then the falsely bright tone… ah the complex relationship between two women who are in  business together and also in love with the same man. Yikes. Poor Arman is caught in the middle in multiple ways, but ugh the way he tries to explain to Thony that the street drugs would only be temporary, and tells her, “We can’t keep working for Kamdar. We need this”-- sigh my boy is too proud to say what he actually means, which is that he can’t keep working for Kamdar, and he needs this. Honestly if he and Thony were one-on-one rn and he simply told her that, she would help him. Instead it looks to her that he and Nadia are just fed up with working for Robert and are looking for a quick and easy out, regardless of consequences. And ugh the disappointed, disapproving way she looks at him must sting (and it must be hard for her too, to be reminded of the ways that they are still so different) but yet again, his eyes stay on her the whole way out of the club. Like buddy I fully support you being 100% gone for Thony De La Rosa but maybe don’t be so obvious about it right in front of your (not quite ex) wife?? But ugh he clearly doesn’t want to go behind Thony’s back, but he knows there’s no other choice available to him (well, except being honest with her, you idiot!!! Just tell her you need her help and she will help you!!!)

(Also, woooo I totally called it about Nadia and Arman selling the street drugs behind Thony’s back! Though idk this may have already been common knowledge to those of you who actually  look at spoilers lol)

Ok I want a hoodie with their The Cleaning Ladies logo on it so bad. This show really needs to do merch bc I would buy it all lol. Also Thony and Fi walking around their house in bare feet is so cute and natural, and I just love seeing these two at home, talking through problems together (or not talking about it, in the case of Marco’s death).  But honestly is it too much to ask for Thony to decide Fi is right and that she needs to open up about what happened with Marco, and to choose to do that with Arman?? And to have him talk to her about Hayak in return?? Please writers, I need it. Also ooooh Fi can talk to Jazz’s HOT DAD lol. Like okay this guy clearly has a good relationship with the whole family AND he’s moving to Vegas permanently?? And oooooh he was an army guy who was stationed overseas a lot, which means he and Fi might have split bc of his army commitments rather than bc of relationship issues or incompatibility… Hell yeah, I ship it already lol. Fi honestly deserves someone great. Also ooh if Chris’s hand still needs to be bandaged then it’s almost definitely only been a week (or less) since last ep… 

I’m so happy to see my boy Bosco again!! And that he and Thony seem to be becoming quite friendly– he called her sister awwww. (though considering he calls Arman ‘brother’, maybe she’s more like sister-in-law lol). Speaking of Arman, I swear this man decided to show up to this meeting looking as hot as possible in the hope that Thony would be less pissed off  at him when she found out about the street drugs lol. Because jesus christ the bike and sunglasses and the leather all seems specifically designed to torture both me and her in the best way haha. And lbr Thony totally did check him out (I see you, girl) but he’s basically avoiding even looking at her bc he knows he’s about to be on the receiving end of that sharp temper once again. (And tbh, deservedly so). Ugh no, not another mention of Sin Cara though, please don’t kill Boscooooo! You already took Mateo and Carlos from me, and he’s just too cute to die ugh. But anyhow, as someone who lived with a married couple for a year, I can relate so hard to how uncomfortable Bosco looks as Thony and Arman start to argue lol, and I love that after Arman says ‘Now we’re trying it my way’ Bosco looks away and gives a little shake of his head like ‘oh you’re in for it now my friend, it was nice knowing you’ lol. Tbh I like to think he’s actually a little bit on Thony’s side here haha  

But okay the shot cuts from Thony turning to look at Arman with a pissed off expression, to her yelling at him (lol) as he brings the last of the boxes inside. But what about unloading them from the truck?? And when did Bosco leave, and how much of the lovers’ quarrel did he witness?? I need answers and yet this show is determined not to give them to me lol. But alright fine I’ve decided that right as Thony was about to start ripping into Arman, she got a call from Fi about the business, and gave him a ‘I’ll deal with you later’ look and stalked off to take the call, and then he turned to Bosco and asked him to help him unload the boxes and  Bosco was all like “yeah man I want to be out of here asap before this place turns into a warzone and I get caught in the crossfire” lol. So they dump out all the boxes and Bosco makes a run for it, giving Thony an apologetic wave as he goes.

And so then by the time she’s done on the call, Arman has most of the boxes inside (sidenote, it amuses me that we see him use a trolley to move one single box that probably weighs less than 10kg lol). And okay now the shouting starts. The imagery of him walking back and forth with boxes while this tiny woman follows and yells is so funny lol, like a doberman being berated by a very furious chipmunk. She does make a good point about the potential consequences of putting these drugs out there, but then again, he was involved in the gun business for years, with the full knowledge that the guns he sold definitely went on to kill people… so he probably has a bit of a different perspective about the harm caused by this kind of thing. And lbr he knows he’s backed into a corner and has no choice but to follow his own rule– not the right way or the wrong way, but any way you can. Tbh he’s right to call her out on the hypocrisy of what she’s saying about caring what happens to people, considering what happened with MMM. And ughhhhh his whole “Everything you’ve needed, I’ve done for you/I’ve done whatever it takes to keep you safe” (keeping the promise he made to her just days after they met ugh) and then “I’ve even killed for you” (yaaaasss please talk about it!! please!! ) but oh man the “Do you even appreciate that?”-- like he’s really saying I gave up a piece of my soul for you, did it even mean anything to you at all? Do I even mean anything to you at all?  Bc honestly he was used to having to do terrible things on Hayak’s (or now  Robert’s) orders and for there to be no acknowledgement of the personal cost to him, but for her to act like he’s some cold-hearted criminal so soon after he did something so huge for her… ugh my poor baby boy. I honestly expected her to backpedal a bit when he asked that, and to say ‘of course I do’ but lbr we all know Thony has a temper, and also I think it’s hard for her to face the truth of what she had him do– bc firstly she’s all ‘do no harm’ yet had a guy killed, and secondly bc I think she carries a lot of guilt and regret over putting that burden onto him and she’s not dealing with it well. She manages to bring down the anger enough to tell him she wants to help him, but she still drops the ultimatum about walking away if he goes ahead with the drug deal– and ugh that must feel like such a rejection to him, like it has just proved that his limit of what he’ll do for her (literally kill someone) is so much higher than her limit of what she’ll do or him, since she can’t even support him in this decision despite how much he needs it.  And omg “Well then I guess we’re done” *cue him angrily striding away, and her kicking a box lol* (ngl that was oddly hot?) and dude that literally had the most breakup-vibes possible for two people who aren’t technically in a relationship lol (though really, that could be argued tbh). And ugh I live for this kind of angst though bc the making-up part is going to be amazingggggg

Ngl I like Garrett and Agent Jefferson as a duo, and this diner scene was actually pretty fun. Having the CI be a drag queen was a little bit like the jockey from the last ep– treading a little close to tacky but not actually going too far, and honestly I really liked Madame Delilah lol. She was great, and I wonder if she’s an actual drag queen or if it’s just an actor playing the role? I know that the casting director for this show often tries to find extras that actually do their roles (eg the airport staff in 2x01) so it would be cool if she was actually a local queen

Ok having Robert meekly ask to borrow Nadia (aka his employee) for a moment and then having her respond by silently beckon him over to her like she’s the boss here?? What a queen.  Also it was kinda hot that she picked up on the guy cheating, and hotter that she apparently threatened a guy with a corkscrew to the neck (that is an excellent visual lol). Tbh though the way Naveen delivered the lines telling that story didn’t sound natural at all, it sounded very recited or something. But whatever. And oooooh here comes Arman, fresh from his devastating breakup fight with the woman he loves, and what does he see? Nadia and Robert looking extremely comfortable together.  The look of ‘oh shit’ on her face was great lol. And then ugh my boy’s terrible day only gets worse as Robert promotes (demotes?) him to a bouncer for the day– retaliation for the lil’ bit of light choking, I’m guessing?

“What are you, like Costco now?” have I mentioned lately that I actually kind of love Vinnie?? And “I think you’re confused about the company I keep” lolll. His and Thony’s relationship is so great, how they’ve become unlikely business partners– and also that Vinnie totally thinks Thony is a goddess lol (as do we all). But omg imagine Arman’s reaction if she had managed to get rid of the drugs??? Also did she plan to give them to the VA hospitals etc for free, as payback against Arman for breaking up with her?  Or had she at least planned to sell them to those places, so she could still give Arman some money for them and not entirely screw him over?? Anyway re her comment about “I still took an oath to do no harm”-- like okay I find it SO strange that people interpret this oath as doctors having to always avoid doing any harm to anyone ever?? We’re not monks who have to live our entire lives by some rigid doctrine– we’re professionals who do a job, and there are certain rules we follow while doing that job that don’t necessarily apply to all other aspects of our lives. Like obviously I wouldn’t sell street drugs either, but that’s just general morality, nothing to do with my profession. To me, the ‘first do no harm’ rule applies to my patients (or anyone to whom I am providing medical care) only. But if I am ever in the situation where I need to defend myself or anyone else, you can bet I’ll be doing harm lol. (anyway, /end rant lol).  “Expensive morality you’ve got” lollll Vinnie’s really dropping some truth bombs here– is she really prepared for her strict morality to cost her Arman????

Omg. Arman in the bouncer shirt. He looks like he’s in one of those local-league ten pin bowling teams that takes themselves way too seriously. But ughhh my boy is having the worst day– first, the woman he loves and who he has made huge sacrifices for all but turned her back on him when he needed her, so he lashed out and broke up with her ended their business arrangement. Then his wife is getting all flirty with another man, who just happens to be the guy that is doing everything in his power to make Arman’s life miserable. Then he is faced with an old acquaintance who can’t seem to stop commenting on how far he’s fallen from the position of respect and power he had only a few short weeks ago. Like man, could this day get any worse?? (Spoiler, yes it definitely could lol)

This season is really enjoying including a wide variety of almost over-the-top small-bit characters… I guess it IS Vegas after all, so it kind of goes with the territory to have all kinds of big personalities. And Ginger seems pretty cool lol, even if that Southern accent feels like it’s gotta be fake haha. Also the middle of the day seems like an odd time for a retirement party, but then again, it’s Vegas, and I guess most of these showgirls work evenings, so….? Anyway my favourite part of this scene is the woman watching Ginger’s performance who looks like 1000% unimpressed hahaha

Omgggg JD and the kids walking in in their little uniforms, and Luca jumping up to see over the barrier? My heart. I love this family sfm. Also aw Jazz worrying about Chris and asking what’s wrong, and Fi being like ‘uh… yeah, that’s it, that’s why he’s upset’ to literally any suggestion Jazz makes lol

Aw look at Garrett and Jefferson actually kind of almost figuring things out like real agents. I’m so proud of them. Gold star, kids.

Oooooh Nadia and Arman are fighting (what’s new there lol). “I think you like hanging around one degenerate” hahahaaa. Like honestly this is like 10% jealousy towards Robert, and 90% Arman feeling like the main person who is supposed to be on his team isn’t putting in nearly as much effort as he is, and has in fact instead just completely ditched him to go join the opposite team bc it seems like they’re more likely to win. But bro she has every right to call you out on your hypocrisy here bc you’ve definitely been more focused on Thony than she has been on Robert. “Don’t make this about Thony” - mate literally everything in your life is about Thony, you’re just the only one who can’t see that. But ouch the whole “clearly the only person who can make you feel like a hero is your cleaning lady” must hit him hard considering that a) he is half-convinced he and Thony really are over after their fight this morning, and b) during that fight Thony made him feel like a complete villain rather than a hero, and he hated it. I looove that Robert overheard this though– can’t wait to see what he does with this information! Also “so you do know how to keep your mouth shut” I take it Robert’s referring to Arman being smart enough not to keep arguing with Nadia and piss her off even further? Or?

Aaand Arman’s day just got even worse. Like yeah, I bet that taking out his frustrations on that guy’s face probably did feel kinda good, but it would have been tainted by the fact that it just reminds him that his body is not his own right now– it is a tool for Robert to use how he wants, and god that must feel so violating. “Take away the suit and you’re nothing but a stupid thug” wow gotta say, props to this guy for a) saying something so inadvisable to a guy who could literally kill him, and b) literally landing on one of Arman’s greatest insecurities??? He’s fought so hard for years to be respected, to be considered worthy, to be seen as more than a working-class immigrant or brainless brute, and then here comes this guy and with one sentence pushes him over the edge. I was honestly afraid Arman would actually accidentally kill him, and tbh it was only Robert’s appearance– and clear satisfaction at what was happening– that snapped him out of it. But anyway, enough angst, more curls. We have been so spoiled with all the curls today ugh, I am living. (Gonna ignore the magically appearing blood on the face that wasn’t there in one shot but was in the next lol, because ngl I am a sucker for a hot man covered in blood lol).

Also ugghhhhh my boy is practically trying to run away from this place; he can feel how close he is to breaking down and he needs to be as far away from here– as far from Robert– as possible before that happens. But of course Robert finds a way to drag him back, by insisting he bring Thony in. And damn the subtle challenge in “why not? Isn’t that what you employ her for?”-- oooh Robert has him in (yet another) trap and Arman knows it. If he doesn’t bring her in to do this task that is very reasonably within her job description, he’s basically announcing to Robert that Thony is more than just a cleaning lady– specifically, more to him than just that, which he already knows Robert suspects thanks to overhearing his and Nadia’s argument– and that’s dangerous for both her and him. Ugh my poor boy, the last thing he wants is for Thony to be anywhere near Robert, but he has no choice now. I’m just imagining him sitting here on the bike with his head bowed for a minute before he forces himself to go back inside, going into the bathroom and staring at himself in the mirror, then roughly scrubbing the blood off of his face– and even when it’s gone, he feels stained, feels like he’s going to taint her just by speaking to her. But finally, he pulls out his phone– already half certain that she won’t answer, that he’s truly lost her already– then takes a deep breath, and makes the call.

I would like to formally announce that I am never getting over the fact that, despite having a huge fight and all but ‘breaking up’ only a few hours ago, Thony has consciously chosen to keep her burner phone– aka the direct line of communication between her and Arman, that literally no one other than him uses– on her, even through two separate changes of outfit. If she’d truly been angry about their fight and didn’t care about reconciling, she would have deliberately left the phone at home (bc lbr he could have still reached her on her other number in an emergency). But no, she consciously chose to keep carrying that phone with her everywhere she went, like she was carrying a piece of him with her, like she was just hoping it would ring. And then it does, and she barely even pauses before answering, just a tiny moment for her to take a breath and ready herself. I love her abrupt little “what”, like she wants to make it clear she’s still pissed– except, again, if she was actually pissed she wouldn’t have even bothered to have the phone on her at all. And ugh lbr part of him was probably hoping she wouldn’t answer– if she was uncontactable, then Robert couldn’t force him to bring her into this– but mostly he must have been so goddamn relieved when she picked up, to know that even after he did something she completely disagreed with, and even after he told her they were over, she was still there when he needed her. 

But ugh “There’s a mess that needs to be cleaned” – yeah, it’s him, Thony! He’s the mess! And no one can fix it except you ughhhhh. (Also sidenote, did he call Robert’s place the Sportsbook? I thought it was Fast Lane??) But ugh the snippiness in her tone when she says she’s on a job, and then “besides, you’re the one who said that we were done” aka “YOU broke up with ME, remember??“ aaaaaaahhh you can tell that there’s hurt hiding under that anger. But then god the way that anger is completely replaced by concern the moment he mentions Robert being the one ordering him to call, and then as soon as she hears that trace of pleading– that unspoken I need you– in that ‘please?’ our girl is running to her man. She knows him, and she knows that whatever is happening, he’s not okay right now. She was too blinded by her own emotions to be able to see it earlier– especially because he kept it so carefully hidden, first behind a facade of near-callous indifference about the drugs, and then masked with anger when she pushed back against his plan– but she sees it now, and all she knows is that she needs to be there for him, be there with him, no matter what.

I can’t help but picture Arman in that moment after she hangs up so suddenly like that– she didn’t explicitly say, “I’m on my way”, and I’m sure he is just insecure enough that a small part of him would be terrified that she’d actually finally turned her back on him– that when he’d pushed her away that morning, he’d pushed too far, and that she’d decided he wasn’t worth it after all, that all he’d done for her wasn’t enough to get her to stay. But ugh even with that fear whispering in the back of his mind, somehow he still knows the truth: she’s coming. Even after everything that happened that morning, she’s still there for him, still on his side; she's still his.

And maybe knowing that is what gives him strength to walk back into Robert’s office and tell him that Thony is on her way; my headcanon here is that Robert is all like “Good. Shall we have a little game while we wait?” and gestures to the pool table, and given that Arman doesn’t really have a choice (and also that there’s no way he’s going to leave now that Thony is coming here) he nods and they play a round of pool, and Robert very casually asks about Thony and how she fits into their business etc and Arman is being so careful with his answers and body language, doing everything he can to protect her from attracting further attention from Robert, and then after a while Robert shrewdly starts to wonder aloud what Thony will think when she sees the mess Arman made, whether she will think him monstrous for committing such violence– deliberately sticking barbs into him, because he heard Nadia say that Thony makes Arman feel like a hero, and so he wants to try to bring Arman low by forcing him to reveal his shameful deeds to the woman whose admiration he apparently desires and needs. It’s actually a pretty genius move by Robert– thanks to Nadia, he knows Thony’s connection to Arman is more than just professional, so by bringing her in now, there are two possible things that could happen: either Thony sees what Arman did and is horrified by it and turns her back on him, which would further crush the man Robert is intent on making suffer in every way he possibly can; or, she will support Arman regardless of what he’s done, and their closeness will create more distance between Arman and Nadia (especially considering he’s bringing her in right in front of Nadia, less than an hour after their fight about her). It’s honestly a win-win for him.  I imagine that Robert asks the bouncer at the door to notify him when Thony arrives (and of course, lead her right past where Nadia is) and then when she gets there, he makes some final dig to Arman about her before he steps out of the office to await her, leaving Arman staring out into the gaming area, feeling equal parts relief and dread at seeing her out there, her stride quick as she hurries towards the office, towards him. 

Honestly I love seeing Thony interacting with Robert, because (even though she’s far better at hiding it than Arman) it’s clear that she detests him– partly from how he treated her at their first meeting, but more so because she’s now starting to realise that there’s something terrible in the way he’s treating Arman. And then she witnesses it firsthand– sees him present Arman (whose name he deliberately mispronounces every time, I’m sure of it) to her like a dog who got caught pooping on the rug, and is now having his nose rubbed in it. He makes sure to describe Arman’s actions (‘beaten to a pulp’) in a way that highlights the animalistic violence of it, while pretty much implying that Arman did it purely of his own volition rather than under orders. Tbh she’s barely listening though; her eyes go first to Arman, quickly assessing for signs of injury, and then they take in the scene as she deliberately positions herself over on his side of the room, where she can see him more clearly and where he can see her, even if it’s only in his peripheral vision. Robert’s comments about the rug are also (unconsciously) metaphorical as hell– the rug is a possession he has recently obtained, and now that it’s soiled he considers it only fit for being disposed of. Just like Arman– something people once found flawless and beautiful to look at, now all but ruined, and destined to be nothing more than discarded trash. Which is why I died when Thony tells Robert not to throw the rug out, that she’ll take care of it– Arman is damaged, stained with blood both literally and figuratively, but Thony is there to wash it away and make him new again. (I swear this show is just… ugh. God help me).  Anyway in terms of more deliberate metaphor on Robert’s part, the line “it’s good for people I do business with to see what happens when they don’t deliver” is clearly very pointedly directed at Arman, as in never forget what will happen to you if you don’t obey, but you could also say that Arman himself is also the example of what happens when someone doesn’t deliver– a once powerful man who is now little more than Robert’s slave because he couldn’t pay what he owed. Ugggghhhhhhhh as much as I hate Robert and am sad to see my precious boy suffer, I am also LIVING for it haha. Gimme all the angst and hurt/comfort yaaaaassss

(Btw does Joseph have a split lip? Did Robert hit him again?? Oh Robert don’t you know that if you keep mistreating your right hand man like this, he’ll turn on you? Honestly it would be so cool to see Joseph snap and turn on Robert like Arman did on Hayak– I would love to see him ending up doing something that helps Armony in their mission to take Robert down….)

Ugh okay so who wants to guess how many times I have watched this scene??? Better make sure your guess is in the quadruple digits lol, because oh my goddddd. The way that she doesn’t even wait until the door closes behind Robert and Joseph before she says his name, figuratively reaching out to him– and the way she immediately knows something is terribly wrong when he doesn’t respond to that connection, doesn’t even look at her, because that’s never happened before, not even when they’ve been furious with each other. And ugh the immediate worry (“Arman, what happened???” - ugh the throwback to him asking the same question when she was devastated in 1x06 is killing me) and the way she quickly crosses the space between them, looking up at him and trying to meet his gaze, trying to get that connection back. And then “It doesn’t matter. It’s what I’ve become.” ugh, he’s so broken. Since the moment they met, Robert has been breaking him down piece by piece, cleverly and deliberately. Bc lbr Robert knows he can’t kill Arman– Nadia would never forgive him for that– but he’s a master manipulator, and he’s known since the start that if he applied pressure in just the right places, Arman would start to buckle under the strain, leading him to lash out at Nadia (who Robert has been carefully rebuilding his relationship with, and of course, who he makes sure to look extra cozy with whenever his staff inform him of Arman’s arrival at the building), so that when Arman eventually snapped, his and Nadia’s relationship would already be irreparably damaged. Thony was an unexpected factor, but like I said before, she’s one he’s already figured out that he can use– he’s just not sure yet exactly what that will look like. Honestly I am convinced that he has security cameras in his office and that he immediately looks at the footage on his phone the moment the door to the office closes behind him, to see how the two of them will interact when alone. And they immediately prove his suspicions right when she instantly goes to Arman and holds his hand in hers for like a solid thirty seconds while they talk (I maintain she doesn't let go until she turns to walk away; fight me on it lol). 

But anyway enough about Robert, because ughhhh the way Thony reaches for Arman’s hand– the bruised and aching hand that has been used to commit acts of violence against his will– and holds it so gently, and the way he stares down at it?? That touch is so huge to him, because while Thony has certainly always willingly responded to his touch, she’s almost always held herself back from instigating any kind of physical contact with him– other than her briefly touching his arm in the motel room, the last time was way back in 1x07 when she checked his bullet graze; so literally like 6 weeks ago, and in a situation where she was technically providing medical care. (Sidenote: as I’ve said before, her not touching him is not because she doesn’t want to– we all know how much I love my crossed-arms theory lol– but because she wants it too much, and there have always been too many barriers between them. Thankfully those barriers are steadily crumbling though ugh).  But anyway, this situation is different again from 1x07: this isn’t her checking an injury for him– even though lbr that wound check in 1x07 was a blatant excuse to allow herself to be close to him again, even if just for a few moments; it was clear from the miniscule amount of blood on his shirt that the wound was very minor and he didn’t need stitching-- this is her saying I see you, I see what you’ve had to do, and I am still with you.

Honestly I will never get over the dichotomy between the two women in his life and their reaction to him being Robert’s ‘enforcer’: Nadia says it’s beneath him, and that he’s not some common street thug– but it very much seems like her objection is more about the fact that she feels it’s beneath her to be a woman married to a man who performs such lowly role. Being the wife of Arman Morales, the respected and powerful club owner and ‘businessman’, suited her very well and though she has been pretty on board with the whole ‘for better or worse’ thing thus far, it’s clearly because she views their current situation as a very temporary departure from that previous life, one that will soon be over and everything will be back to how it was. She doesn’t like being faced with the reality of the position he’s in, prefers to stick her head in the sand and pretend that he is just helping Robert out with little jobs, like she is. Meanwhile Thony also objects to his enforcer role– no, it’s not who you are– but she doesn��t care at all about appearances, or feel that it somehow makes him inferior to how he was before; she only cares about how it affects him, and how it makes him feel about himself. Her voice is so gentle as she speaks with him, and ugh it clearly hurts her to see the pain he’s in– because lbr, since the change in their relationship in 1x06, any pain that one of them feels, the other shares. And that’s part of what has her so upset, because she has been distracted by so many other things over these past few weeks, and he has been hiding this pain so well that she hadn’t seen it until now. He’d needed her and she hadn’t seen it, hadn’t been there for him, and that eats at her. But she’s here now, and she’ll do whatever it takes– including going against ‘everything she believes in’ (as she said earlier) and helping him sell the drugs, even though it means a number of people could suffer or even die as a result. And ugh when she tells him she’ll help him and asks when he’s meeting the buyer, he just stares at her like he can’t even compute what she’s saying, because he knows how huge it is that she would do this for him– and then when it actually sinks in that she means it, he finally swallows and answers ‘Five’ in that scratchy voice, which honestly reminds me so much of how little kids sound when they’re trying to act like they’re not about to cry. And ugh she could have so easily just told him she was okay with him selling the drugs, and sent him on his way to do it– bc lbr he doesn’t technically need her there, since there’s no expertise that she can contribute in this particular scenario– but instead she tells him she’s coming with him, bc she knows that rn he does need her there. He just needs her, and in this moment she’s making it clear to him that from now on, whatever they do– cleaning up the office, selling the drugs to make the money to buy his freedom, whatever– they do together, as partners.

And okay god I have already written so many words about this scene but here’s the final two things I die over: the way she seems to bite the inside of her lip as she turns away from him, like she’s trying not to cry; and the way that his eyes follow her as she moves away, his body breaking free of the near-paralysis he’d been experiencing and reflexively orienting itself towards her, like her body has a gravity that his is powerless against. Help. Another little headcanon to finish off: that she knows he’s still dazed from everything, so she gives him some simple instructions of what to clean up ("I'll take the rug and any stains. You pick up the glass and put everything back in its place. Okay?" ) and then while they clean she just keeps up a steady monologue about the cleaning business and the interview/job trial for Ginger and all the family coming to help, using her voice to soothe him. And then eventually when he seems steadier and the job is almost done, she sends him out to contact the buyer and confirm the time and location of the meet etc, giving him that sense of control back. Like honestly I don’t understand people who feel like Armony isn’t happening, because god, if this isn’t love, I don’t know what is. 

Okay okay away from Armony for a moment. Please, writers, please make Fi and JD a thing! He is so sweet (and hot!) and I ship itttt. “I guess as a mom I don’t really think about what I want anymore” / “Sounds like that’s something we need to change around here” yes JD!!!  Give my girl Fi all the happiness she deserves!! But oh shit bad time for Ginger to come back… but Luca’s cuteness always wins everyone over haha. (Also he’s almost six– is he going to start school eventually?? How’s that going to work?? Also I desperately need an upcoming ep to include a birthday party for Luca, and for Arman to be invited ugh). Anyway this moment between Ginger and Fi is so great– I love the recurring theme of women supporting women in this show!! Also lol at Ginger’s “he’s good lookin’. ooooh yeah” over JD hahaha– agreed :P

Oooooh Thony witnessing Arman and Nadia fighting… must feel weird for her, bc lbr she would feel bad for contributing to their problems, but at the same time there must be a tiny part of her that can’t help but be glad to see more cracks forming between the two of them.  I assume the fight is Nadia demanding to know why the hell he called Thony there, and possibly her reaction to him telling her he’s going to take Thony with him to make the deal? I figure he almost definitely would tell her, because a) she was the one pushing for the deal anyway, and b) it’s a convenient way to excuse the fact that he’s absolutely about to ride off into the sunset with Thony no matter what.

Anyway oooh Thony witnesses Robert and Cortes together– ngl I’m very surprised that Robert didn’t make sure to clear her out first, but whatevs, I’ll roll with it lol. Also I’m trying not to get stuck on the fact that she leaves all her cleaning gear behind haha (but of course, can’t take that on a motorbike! lol). But omg. The way Arman strides towards her, and instead of just gesturing or putting a hand on her back– both which would be very normal and reasonable– literally takes her hand instead?????? Like excuse me sir I was not at all prepared for that to become a thing you just do now?? Clearly he’s been absolutely dying to touch her since his release from prison, but has been holding himself back because of everything going on with Marco, and Nadia etc (the hand on the back at their reunion was as much as he could allow himself, but it was nowhere near enough) but now it’s like she gave him permission when she knocked down that wall between them and reached for his hand, and he simply can’t help himself. Hence the way he helps her with the helmet strap even though it’s likely totally unnecessary (and all while they hold eye contact - honestly I’m totally fine about this, I swear, and not at all emotional about his bloodied hands being used to make sure she’s safe. @enigmaticfox made a gorgeous gifset highlighting this too). 

I’m also obsessed with the way she looks nervous as she climbs on the bike– because of being on a motorbike itself, or because they’re heading off to sell street drugs, or because she is about to get to hold him in her arms and press her body against his for however many minutes?  Lbr we all know I’m going with the third option haha. (Like c’mon, she's from Cambodia and the Philippines, the woman has for sure been on a motorbike plenty of times, so I definitely don’t think she’s nervous about the ride itself). But ugh the way he pulls her arms around him, binding them even closer together and making sure she’s safe and secure… honestly I think it is likely very clear that I have lost all ability to deal when it comes to these two. (also does he smell good Thony???)  And then omg to have them ride off together as Nadia stands there and watches, a tear running down her face as she realises that her and Arman are doomed? Holy shit, show, you didn’t have to go this hard???

(Also side note: I have successfully found the location of this alley, as well as the cleaning storehouse, the diner where Garrett and Jefferson meet Madame Delilah, and the spot where Garrett pulls Thony and Arman over. My list of spots to visit next year is growing haha)

Anyway, back to Nadia, now drinking her feelings at the bar lol. Honestly I feel for her, but it’s also very much ‘sorry not sorry’ when it comes to cheering for Armony lol. But oh… “You ever wish you could take something back, even though you know it won’t change a thing?” Damn, son. I can’t pinpoint exactly what specific thing she wants to take back, but if I had to guess, maybe it’s all the sharp words she’s thrown at Arman over the past few months (aka the time he’s known Thony), and all the times she’s pushed him away or not appreciated him? Maybe she’s wishing now that she was better to him, and that if she had been, things might have been different for them– but at the same time, she already knows it wouldn’t have been. She knows Arman better than anyone– well, you could argue that Thony actually sees him and understands him better than Nadia does, because Nadia created a persona she wanted him to fit and that’s who she sees him as, rather than who he actually is underneath– but regardless, she knows that nothing she could have done would have made a difference. The moment he and Thony met, it was game over for him and Nadia– they just took a little while to realise it. And how timely that Robert should appear, calling her ‘my love’ and telling her that there’s als things he would go back and change if he could– clearly with regards to her– and then he gives her back the emerald ring. @enigmaticfox raised an amazing point about how poignant it is that he gives the ring– which was clearly some kind of symbol of her and Arman’s relationship– back to her right as she’s realising that that relationship is all but over. Phew, these writers, man. 

Lol I just realised that when Garrett calls Jefferson to tell him he got a tip from a CI, he calls him ‘Jeffrey’? I assume it’s possibly a slip of the tongue from Oliver but ngl I wanna pretend that they are buds and Garrett has given him that as a nickname lol

I would pay so much moneGod y to see a deleted scene of Thony and Arman’s reaction to being chased by ‘the FBI’’ and then realising it’s Garrett lol. Especially because I bet that Arman was trying to convince her to duck down and make a run for it when he stopped the truck, and to leave him to take the fall alone. But of course she would never agree to that– like I said before, they’re in this together now, no matter what. Garrett’s reaction to seeing the two of them is priceless (small world, hey buddy??) and I guess he’s got his confirmation now of his suspicion that Thony was still involved with Arman somehow (hell of an understatement there haha). But lol at the way Arman tells her not to say anything and she immediately goes ahead and says things. He may have previously been her employer but we all know who the real boss is here lol. Also I gotta say I actually really love this three-sided dynamic??? You’ve got Thony and Arman who are obvs soulmates, then you’ve got Thony and Garrett, who have a weird reluctant kind of camaraderie even if they butt heads literally most of the time, and then you have Arman and Garrett, who hate each other’s guts but who share a common trait in wanting to protect Thony. And ugh speaking of which, Arman repeatedly insisting that Garrett leaves Thony out of this? Ugh my precious boy is always thinking of her first. And honestly every bit of this interaction is so great (the ‘hey, handsome, I’m talking to you’ is probably the best line Garrett has ever spoken lol).

A bit of a technical note though– if Armony have the bag of money, presumably from selling the drugs, why are the drugs still in the truck?? I am clearly missing something because I have not been able to figure out why they would have both the money and drugs in their possession. I mean it adds to the scene, I guess, because the bag of money is the first sign of criminal activity and then that leads to Garrett looking in the back? Idk. But honestly I actually really like Garrett’s reaction to seeing the drugs– he seems genuinely disappointed and worried about Thony? And then he gets even more pissed at Arman for supposedly bringing her into this. Like I said, I love that both these men genuinely care about Thony (obviously in very different ways– god bless this show for avoiding the love triangle route with these three and creating a totally different and much more interesting dynamic). But ugh Arman again trying to get Garrett to let her go, and then her trying to protect him, saying “It wasn’t his idea, it was mine!” and saying the meds were for her clinic (they are so ride or die for each other, ughhhh). Of course Garrett saw through that though lol, but man when he asks her if she’s working for Cortes there’s actually almost hurt there? Like it wounds him to think of yet another good-hearted person he cares about getting sucked into that world, and potentially then lying to him about it. I love that she says “No! I– we have nothing to do with Cortes.” Don’t mind me, just getting emotional over all the use of ‘we’ and ‘us’, continually referring to her and Arman as a unit– they’re a package deal, now and forever.

And ugh the way Arman stares at her when she drops the bomb about giving up Robert– this man has no idea what the hell is happening right now except that Thony is somehow saving his ass, and ugh the way he closes his eyes when she tells Garrett she’ll inform for him again (catch me over here crying over the lengths these two will go to for each other, and the way that Thony has been ‘erasing’ his sins from the start, and is now fighting to save him from ever having to commit them in the first place. There was an article that mentioned this season would be about Thony saving Arman’s soul, and I’d assumed that meant he was gonna head down a dark path and she needed to show him the light, but now it’s clear that it’s about Robert crushing his soul and her saving him from that. Ugghhhh).

But anyway honestly when the ep ended right after Garrett ~accepted the deal~ I was like NO WAIT I NEED MORE because aaaaaahhhh this plotline is gonna be SO GOOD ugh. But ngl I so desperately wanted to see Armony getting back in the truck after Garrett lets them go, and then Arman saying “I need you to tell me what just happened” and then for her to explain everything to him, because since the start of the season there’s been two major things going on in her life outside of her connection to him– the stuff with Marco/Chris/motel guy, and the stuff with Maya and Garrett– and last ep he learned about the former, and now he’s going to know about the latter, and ugh it just means a lot to me that they are literally becoming involved in every aspect of each other’s lives now. Also ugh I had such a great fic idea for a follow on from this ep (Armony arriving back at the cleaning storehouse and deciding what to do from there) and yet I have zero time to write it or literally any of my other 500 ideas about this season. Honestly I need this show to give us a week or two of hiatus just to give me some goddamn recovery time, I can’t take this level of weekly OTP perfection lol

Ugh anyways I gotta go to bed, so good luck to all of us in regards to surviving this week’s ep, and I’ll see you all in a few days for the next installment of my steady descent into madness as a result of this show lol

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1091: Enter Boshi (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

2:17 p.m. at the Smash Direct Mall...........

Yoshi: (Walking out of the Phone Store Along with Daisy While Holding a Mini Shopping Bag in his Hand) Thanks for helping me buy a new phone, mom. I know it's the last thing you wanna to do on our outing together.

Daisy: (Gives Yoshi a Bright Smile) Nah, it's no biggie! (Wraps her Her Arm Around Yoshi's Shoulders) You know I always got you and your pops back if either of you needed anything.

Yoshi: Yeah, but you and rest of the moms, for that matter, seem to do almost everything for us over years. (Raises his Hands Up a Bit) N-Not that we don't appericate it or anything, we really do, it's just......I dunno. Does the whole ordeal ever feel.....exhausted to any of you? Like at all?

Daisy: Oh yeah, big time. But we all knew what were getting ourselves into the moment each of us stepped up to parenthood. And even then, that still won't stop us from being there and loving you kiddos to-

?????: Well, well, well.

The mom and son duo stopped walking as they turn around and see a blue Yoshi wearing sunglasses, a black leather coat, and torn up shoes stepping out from the corner of the Phone Store's entrance.

?????: Look at Mr. Karate Boy ovah here.

Yoshi: (Groans at the Soght of the Blue Yoshi) Oh God it's you......

Daisy: (Turns to Yoshi) You know him?

Yoshi: Unfortunately. His name's Boshi and he's-

Boshi: (Puts on a Cocky Smirk on his Face) The fastest, coolest devil in blue that this world has to offa'! (Winks at the Duo)

Yoshi: (Raises an Eyebrow) So a bootleg Sonic?

Daisy: (Starts Snickering a Bit)

Boshi: (Immediately Glares at Yoshi) 'Ey! Screw you, I am WAY more faster and cool than that blue porcupine wishes he can be!

Yoshi: (Crosses his Arms) Really? Then why not challenge him to a race then?

Boshi: I'll challenge him when I feel like it! And we ain't talkin' about him right now.

Yoshi: ('Sigh') Alright, then what DO you want to talk about then?

Boshi: (Starts Smirking Again) 'Bout how you and that edgelord angel dofus got both of your asses handed to you in the streets couple of days ago.

Yoshi: I mean, it really wasn't that much of fight. We were mostly jumped if anything.....

Daisy: Also.....(Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) How did you even know about all of that anyways?

Boshi: I got info from the internet. (Takes his Phone Out of his Jacket Pocket and Uses it Search Up Something) Some guy with the weird, fire looking hair and crap eating grin posted a picture of you losers licking your own wounds. See? (Shows the Duo a Picture of Hades Taking a Selfie of Himself Smiling While One Arm Hugging an Annoyed, Bruised Yoshi and Pitto)

Yoshi/Daisy: (Groans at the Picture in Question) Hades........

Daisy: (Turns to Yoshi Next to Her) Remind me to kick his butt to the crub later......

Boshi: (Puts his Phone Back into his Coat Pocket) Yeeeup. It's been doing numbers as of late. (Shrugs With a Smug Look on his Face) Not that I'm surprised mind ya. Poor Green Yoshi! (Crosses his Arms) Couldn't even last a minute in a half in a group fight.

Yoshi: (Already Getting Irriated) Again, we were jumped out of nowhere. We really couldn't do much other than defending ourselves.

Boshi: Sounds like a you have no skills problem. (Uses his Thumb to Point at Himself While Puttong on an Overly Cocky Smile) I'd moped the floor with all of those those chumps ten seconds flat if I were in you losers' shoes

Daisy: (Gives Boshi a Deadpinned Look on her Face) You really wanna be Sonic 2.0 that badly, huh kid?

Boshi: (Angrily Points at Daisy) Says you, Mrs. Princess of Sarasaland! If that's what ya really are!!

Yoshi: Dude, what are you going on about? My mom has just as much royalty as Momma Peach and Rosalina.

Boshi: Oh really? Then how come her so called "kingdom" hardly been talked about in these parks, huh?

Daisy: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) Because no one really asked about it all that much? At least not compared to my peers.

Boshi: Which proves my point exactly! You ain't no princess!! You're just a wannabe poser no one takes seriously!

Yoshi: (Glares at Boshi) Alright, I had it up to here with your-

Daisy: Yeeeuuup, guess you're right.

Yoshi: (Turns Back to Daisy) Wha- M-Mom!

Daisy: I means, there's nooooo possible way I could call myself a princess when I have.four kingdoms to rule over.

Boshi: EXACTLY- Wait what?

Yoshi: Huh?

Daisy: Oh you didn't know? Yeah, back in my country, we have four kingdoms: Birabuto, Muda, Easton, and Chai. All of which are run by four of the most powerful, fearsome protectors youu would have the displeasure of meeting and they all take orders from me. (Crosses her Arms With a Smirk on her Face) Their empress.

Boshi: (Eyes Widened in Complete Disbelief) Empress!? (Shakingly Points at Daisy) Y-Y-You?

Daisy: Yep. I'm Empress Daisy, at your service~ (Playfully Winks at the Flabbergasted Blue Yoshi)

Yoshi: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Woah.

Boshi: Y-Yeah? Well....If that's the case, then why does the big bad King of Koopas himself never bothered to kidnap you before, huh!?

Daisy: Oh, you're talking about Bowser? The same Big Bad King Koopa sent flying to the skies? And never dared to try and cross me since?

Boshi: (Glares at Daisy Again) Okay, now I know your messin' with me! Ain't no way in hell you would go that far as to send Bowser flyin-

Daisy shows Boshi a video of her bitch slapping Bowser towards the distant skies at relative ease on her phone. Instantly causing the blue, edgy yoshi to be flabbergasted once again.

Boshi: ...............HOW!?

Daisy: (Shrugs Casually) What can I say? He's lightweight compared to me. (Gives Boshi a Stern, Warning Glare While Cracking her Knuckles Slowly) And unless you too wanna know what it feels like to sent off into orbit, I advise you to watch what you say about my friends and family. Including my son-

Boshi: (Quickly Runs Off at the Speed of Light in Complete Fear) I'M SORRRRRYYYYYYYYY!

Daisy: ......Huh. Well, whaddya know? (Turns to Yoshi Cheeky Smile on her Face) I guess he really us a bootleg Sonic after all~

Yoshi: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Mom......Were everything you said just now is true?......

Daisy: (Happily Nodded) Yep!.....Well, the Sarasaland having four separate kingdoms part is true, your granddad's still emperor. (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) We should really stop by and visiting him one of these days though.....

Yoshi: So does that means you're gonna be an actual empress soneday?

Daisy: ('Sigh') I dunno, maybe? It's gonna be long while till my old man give his title up for anyone. But really, I'd rather not think too deeply on the possibility just yet. (Smiles Softly) Right now, I wanna spend my time here with the people I love.....(Playfully Gives Yoshi a Noogie) And best dino son I could ever ask for, yes you are!~

Yoshi: (Chuckles Ticklishly) Okay, okay, I'm the best~ Now, quit it, will ya? Our day isn't even over yet!

Daisy: (Finally Cease her Antics) Oh alright. I'll stop for not. Let's head to the Fashion Passion Shop next. Lili needs a new pair of shades.

Yoshi: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion as He Starts Walking With to his Mother to Their Next Destination) Lili?

Daisy: Ohhh right! I didn't tell you about her yet....Okay, so, remember that time when your dad and I went off to some old spooky mansion a month or two ago?

Yoshi: Was Death living there or something?

Daisy: ('Scoffs') I wish. But no. Instead, it was owned by a nun.

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