#couch theory is alive and well

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[evanpercy]

The Couch in S8 and how it will tie to buddie canon, a 9-1-1 analysis

First of all, I'd like to say that this theory is based solely on observations made by myself and others, on camera and lighting choices which, as we all know, are always very important in a TV show. I'm NOT going to go back over the previous couch theory, 1. because I don't have the time and 2. because everything has already been said (Buck falling asleep on Eddie's couch because it's the only place he feels safe, Chris falling asleep in the same place, yada yada).

Next, this theory is going to be pretty much chronological, but I may be getting a little ahead of myself at times, sorry. In the end, you'll see, it makes sense, but I'm also going to ask you for a bit of imagination.

Let's dive into it!

Everything begins in 8x01. We get a scene between Buck, Tommy and Eddie, who are organizing a birthday party for Chris over a facecall. Eddie's couch makes its first appearance this season: Eddie sits on it to call Chris, and Buck and Tommy hide behind it.

Buck and Tommy share a moment. It's cute to see Buck so comfortable in his relationship and his attraction. Well, Tommy is awkward but, are you surprised? (no) As Eddie starts the call, Buck and Tommy jump from behind the couch and we get the first frame interesting enough for this analysis.

What can we say? Eddie is alone on the couch, Buck on his left and Tommy on his right.

(Eddie is once again between Buck and Tommy. In all their scenes together, there's always someone in between the other two. That's not the point here but I love to point it out.)

Buck isn't with Eddie, he's standing behind the couch. It's acting like a physical separation. Buck can only watch Eddie's pain from a distance as the call goes on, and he is useless. Powerless.

That will be the case throughout the early part of this season.

Buck doesn't do anything about Chris and Eddie.

Eddie doesn't talk to Buck about Chris at all. They don't share a single scene alone in the privacy of one of their homes. There's always someone with them - Tommy, the rest of the crew - or they're at the station. Eddie will talk about Chris to Hen, Bobby, the cheerleader's father, Father Brian, even Brad in 8x08. NEVER Buck.

There's also something interesting about the fact that Eddie and Buck don't really talk to each other until Tommy breaks up with Buck.

It's probably not conscious, but I really think Buck is actually distracted by Tommy. He's in this new relationship, it's good, it's cute, it's really different from what he's used to.

We'll see that this will eventually go away...

(A quick interlude: Of course this isn't the first time we've seen 3 people with the couch. It also happened with Buck, Eddie and Chris in S3 - yeah, when couch theory wasn't even a thing. They're on Buck's couch though, but I'm planting a seed in your mind, watch out...)

Next time, it's not Eddie's couch we're talking about, but Buck's. It appears in 8x05, when Buck is sitting in his armchair after returning from the hospital and Tommy is looking after him. There's a lot to say in this scene, but I'm going to focus on one or two things.

Do I even need to say it? Episode 5 was shot after episode 6. I can't stressed out how much it's hit after hit to show us that Buck and Tommy are not staying together (and indeed, Tommy breaks up in 8x06). I imagine the writers ran with the opportunity to show just how incompatible and how physically separated Buck and Tommy are, as well as drawing many parallels between Tommy and Eddie. Maybe I'll talk about that someday.

In this frame, Buck and Tommy are separated. Buck is sleeping in the armchair and Tommy on the couch. I know it's better to sleep in a sitting position when you've dislocated a shoulder, but they could have had Buck sleeping in his bed, snug in his pillows, Tommy next to him.

They didn't.

They made Tommy sleep on the couch. Buck's uncomfortable couch. The one I think he bought with Natalia (if I'm wrong, please don't hate me, season 6 is far in the back of my mind).

See, Tommy doesn't even fit properly on the couch. He's got his head on the armrest and he doesn't have a blanket that covers him completely. He doesn't fit into Buck's life, no matter how hard he tries. He's always out of place.

He chooses the couch Buck doesn't like, and he'll be the only one in this season so far to use it. Buck will never choose this couch, even if he thinks it's the right choice.

(By the way, Oliver said in an interview literally released before episode 8 that Buck's couch is uncomfortable.... Thanks for that, I know you're a couch theory truther Oliver.)

Next couch, 8x06. Eddie's Risky Business moment.

He dances in his living room and jumps on his couch twice. The first time to recreate the scene. The second time, he chooses to lie down on the couch to bask in the euphoria a little longer. Eddie has his first moment of pure joy in years, and it's on the couch that he decides to settle down and calm down. Not saying too much about it but I wanted to point it out.

Where it gets interesting, you know it, is when Buck arrives. Buck, who's just been dumped and once again chooses Eddie's house for a little comfort. He hands Eddie a beer and sits down first on the couch to drink his own.

Let's take a look at this last frame. The framing ticked me off as soon as I saw it, but I couldn't put my finger on why. Now, I know.

Eddie and Buck are sitting side by side, yes, but! If you pay close attention, you can see several things.

First, Buck appears completely in the frame, from shoulder to shoulder. He takes up most of the space, sitting upright on the couch, staring straight ahead.

On the other side, Eddie leans against the backrest, but in doing so, he moves out of frame. The arm and hand holding the beer are totally offscreen. He's looking to the side, not at Buck.

It's already a weird composition, a very pointed choice, because why aren't they both clearly visible in the frame? Why is Eddie a little off the side? This could have been filmed in a slightly less close-up shot, to show them both fully, but it's not. It's clearly a choice.

Let me direct your attention to the wall behind them. You'll see, it's interesting.

Between them, but rather on Eddie's side, what can we see? A picture. Yeah, but not a random one. You can see it more clearly on this frame of Eddie.

Yep. It's an art of Texas. Quite ugly if you ask me. (Eddie, you're clearly making some strange choices when it comes to decorating.)

I won't try to analyze this framework any further, as you've already understood what I'm getting at if you've been paying attention.

It's a foreshadowing of Eddie leaving for Texas.

So we got Eddie leaning away from Buck, a Texas pic on the wall between them, while Buck is just here, choosing Eddie's couch (and Eddie) for comfort after his breakup. It's where he feels safe. They don't need to talk, they have each other... or so he thinks. Sorry Buck.

Let's move on to 8x08. Where it all makes sense.

Very quickly: Eddie isn't making his call to Chris on the couch, but on his coffee table. First, what the hell? It's weird, unless you think he considers the couch a nice place to sit on, and that this conversation will be far from nice in his head. Indeed, he was right.

Buck shows up at Eddie's after baking way too much bread, because he almost called Tommy. By the way, the mere fact that he decided to go to Eddie's to stop himself from doing so speaks volumes, but let's not get into that.

(Look at his little basket, his bread all wrapped up. Why are you like that Buck.)

When he realizes that Eddie is seriously thinking of moving to El Paso... well, he supports him. He supports him, because that's what a best friend is supposed to do, right? He suggests to Eddie, and I quote, “we should move this party to the couch”.

By the way, this is the first time he's explicitly brought the couch to Eddie. And we know that when a character mentions something for the first time, it's to emphasize it.

It's the same with Eddie saying he's straight… or when he says “we?” after Buck's suggestion. They are in this together, and it's what Eddie realizes when Buck goes to sit on the couch... He doesn't have to do all that alone. (Take that little side analysis, my treat. I fucking love this scene, I want to dissect it.)

Buck sits on this couch he's chosen many times over the years.

It's THE couch, the one he always goes to when something is not right in his life. After he died, when he couldn't sleep at home. After his breakup.

He's the first to sit on it ... yes, just like in 8x06.

(This may seem trivial, of course, but the fact that he always chooses to go without waiting for Eddie... Imo, it screams “Buck will figure it all out first and Eddie will have to catch up with him later”. Or "Buck will be waiting for Eddie". Same with him already drinking his beer while Eddie struggles to open it. Maybe a bit far-fetched, but eh? Anyway.)

The setting of the scene is so cold, and I didn't realize it until I compared it with the other scenes on the couch. This creates quite a contrast.

(Sorry I need to talk about something. Let's open a analysis in the analysis.

Buck is dressed in blue - it's Eddie's color in the color theory - while Eddie is dressed in a brownish button down. When I first watched this scene last night, I didn't notice, but looking again… Don't these outfits remind you of anything?

Yeah. I know, they're not the same, but they're similar and it's enough for me to make the parallel. Buck was there for Eddie when Chris left, and he's now here for him when Eddie wants to move to Texas.

Something about "I love you, so I'm letting you go". I'm crying too, don't worry.)

Back to the couch.

Eddie is totally off-screen, he's gone compared to the last time we saw the couch. Buck is alone, something shifts on his face - I'm not gonna lie, it was like watching a fanfic from AO3 on my screen. I've read enough feelings realization to recognize something close. Okay, to be fair, I don't know if it's a total realization of his feelings, but it's a start... and how beautiful that it's happening on Eddie's couch.

The couch represents safety, love, family for Buck. We understood it in s6 when it was first brought up.

By sitting on it, Buck chooses this life with Eddie, in a way.

Can you see the frame with the Texas pic? It's now completely visible, in the frame. It's behind Buck, over his shoulder. Eddie's departure, and by extension Texas, will haunt Buck for a long time to come.

I have to say, this shot is incredible. The whole scene is. I want to play it again and again, I want it tattooed on my eyelids. I'm gonna think about it for 3 months.

In a few episodes, we've gone from Buck behind the couch - away from Eddie's problems, distracted by Tommy - to Buck on the couch, alone - totally there and available for Eddie, even though Eddie soon won't be.

After the breakup, Buck can finally talk to Eddie, care about him - not that he didn't before that, but he's finally free to throw himself back into his relationship with his best friend as before.

Buck has found his home, his couch, the relationship he's most comfortable in, but maybe it's only now, when Eddie's about to leave, that he realizes it.

The couch was never about Eddie - it was always about Buck and his relationship with him. So it's even more powerful to see him behind it in 8x01, on it with Eddie in 8x06 and finally all alone in 8x08.

(I didn't know Oliver confirmed the symbolism of the couch back in S6 but, once again, thank you Oliver.)

(Even if Tim Minear tries to say he doesn't know what it means... Please Tim, we know you're smarter than that).

So what can we expect from this couch for the rest of the season?

If Eddie is really leaving, which I don't believe, he might offer Buck his couch. If the couch is how Buck will realize that he has feelings for Eddie, I'm going to send a gift to everyone who's believed this theory since it first appeared. You're the real ones in this fandom.

If Eddie stays, I think we'll be getting more scenes with the couch. We could go from 3-2-1 to 1-2-3. Stay with me, and grab your imagination. We're going full in theory mode.

1 - Maybe we could have another scene, this time with Eddie alone on his couch? I could see this happening when he's packing, Buck not far away, and Eddie starts to wonder if this is really the right thing to do as his gaze lingers on Buck for a moment too long.

2 - We need two people on that couch again. I'm a big "Buddie first kiss in Eddie's kitchen" truther, but it could also happen on the couch.

Or they could have a big conversation together on it, that will eventually lead them to confess their feelings to each other later on. Maybe that's when Eddie decides to fight to get his son back, to not move in Texas? To confront his parents?

That's two scenes on the couch, two scenes where they don't really talk, even though the couch is an invitation to do so. I'd find it extremely interesting if their first real serious conversation this season took place here.

3 - Finally, we could go from Buck, Eddie and Tommy to something much better for a 3-characters scene on the couch, a configuration we've seen before: Buck, Chris and Eddie. It could even be the last scene of the season, and that wouldn't surprise me at all!

Just imagine: Buck and Eddie have confessed their feelings to each other, maybe Chris knows, maybe not. The three of them end up on this famous couch. Chris is in the middle, and Buck and Eddie look at each other over him, a smile on their lips.

Everything is fine, they've survived the end of the season disaster, Chris is back, they've finally found each other after years...

What an incredible parallel this would make with the beginning of the season! Where Buck was with Tommy, Chris away from his dad, Eddie depressed...

There, they could finally be happy on the damn couch. I have a very clear vision of this scene and I hope they make it a reality. We need our little Buckley-Diaz family together again. With buddie canon of course.

That's it, you've reached the end of this analysis-theory. I hope you enjoyed it. It took me 3 hours to write and I got lost in other theories, but hey! I had fun.

We're entering a 3-month hiatus so let's try to be kind to each other! Let's share our theories, fanarts, fanfics and edits to make this break a little more enjoyable!

If you want to give your opinion on this theory, you're free to do so here in the comments, or on twitter and bluesky (in both cases, I'm there under @/yamatomee).

Self promo mode, I write fanfics that you can find on AO3 under the username Beezethe! I have one coda about the buddie scene in 8x08, pure angst with no comfort... Feel free to give it a read!

[ryekat]

Just saw an article that said "How 911 squashed any hope for a Buck and Eddie relationship" squashed it for who??? Because I've never been a bigger believer

[blue-b33tle]

I purposely try to avoid fics of Eddie leaving to Texas to live with Chris cause they make me sad AND NOW YOUR TELLING ME HES ACTUALLY TRYING TO MOVE AND I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL MARCH TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT???

[malewife-cas]

the first scene of T0mmy & Buck in s8 being at Eddies house!?? oh we’re so back.

[railingsofsorrow]

nothing's gonna hurt you, baby

[jj maybank x reader]

summary: “you don't have to worry about me.” your voice is muffled but he can hear it well. the way his fingertips graze against your back under your shirt almost puts you to sleep right then.  “'course I do.” jj pokes your waist, tone bordering on indignant. “you're my girl, why wouldn't I worry about you?” pairing: jj maybank x f!reader w.c: 1.2k warnings/content: child abuse (implied); description of wounds, blood and violence; hurt/comfort.

A/N: in honor of obx 4, here's a jj maybank hurt/comfort blurb. just fyi, he's alive and happy and he ran off to yucatan in the show, that shitty ending they wrote did not fucking happened. anyways, enjoy my silly writing.

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“ow!” you hissed, leaning away as your forehead stung as soon as the antiseptic made contact with the wound. “it stings.” you provided helplessly, lips tugging downwards. 

watching as jj's mouth quirked up slightly, you glared at him. he looked away to grab another gauze, unaffected by your dramatic behavior. not so dramatic because the cut was fresh so in your defense you had every right to react that way. 

“it's supposed to sting, means it's working.”

you hold back a complaint as he presses the gauze near the cut again. his blue eyes attentively stare back at you, he waits for your whining but it doesn't come.

“so you mean I'm supposed to enjoy pain because it's good for me? it's like we're all condemned to the same fate, aren't we?”

“my pretty little philosopher or whatever,” jj tutted, pressing a kiss to your temple before he stood up to throw the used materials away. the couch was comfortable as you adjusted your body to lay back down, making sure not to turn on your side so jj's job wouldn't go to waste. “should I call pope here? cause I'm not gonna be able to keep up with your existence theories.”

“existencial.”

“yeah, that.” you let out a hum in appreciation as he ran his fingers across your ankles, the coldness of his rings grazing against your skin. that will definitely help you fall asleep. silence stretched on for a few minutes and the room was enveloped with you and jj basking in each other's presence. 

until, well… until he broke it.

“how did you get this?”

“told you, cabinet door.”

“right, which one was it this time? kitchen or bathroom?” 

you felt like a little kid being caught doing what you weren't supposed to be doing. by his tone, you already knew he was onto your lie but you stayed silent, forcing your face to be blank of any emotion. 

jj had caught you with bruises before. the keyword being caught because you'd never willingly show it to him. he already had too much on his plate to deal with, he didn't need you to add to it. 

it wasn't the first time, thus his little gentle jab at your lie.

“cuddle me.” you requested — more like ordered — an outstretched hand in his direction as you ignored his previous question with grace and not all in an unsubtle way. “jayj”

your boyfriend engulfed you in his warmth, arms wrapping around your middle as you settled in his chest, cheek resting against the soft fabric of his jumper.

“you don't have to worry about me.” your voice is muffled but he can hear it well. the way his fingertips graze against your back under your shirt almost puts you to sleep right then. 

“'course I do.” jj pokes your waist, tone bordering on indignant. “you're my girl, why wouldn't I worry about you?”

“your girl?” you placed your chin on the back of your hand, licking your lips contemplatively. “a bit possessive, isn't it?”

something itched in your chest upon noticing the small dimple on his left cheek when he gave you that charming disarming smile of his. “you think so?” he uttered, hands intertwining behind your back as he shrugged when his face twitched in amusement. “but you are, aren't you?”

“am I?” you pretended to be clueless. “not sure... hey.” you squirmed when he threatened to tickle you.

“hey.” he mocked with a slightly annoying voice, warning a slap on his chest. jj let out a deep chuckle. “stop, stop. okay.” he held your hands, lifting your knuckles to his lips so he could kiss them, blue eyes glinting with mischief staring you down. that glint soon tuned down to something serious, it was when you knew he was about to initiate a topic you wanted to run away from.

you were cornered.

jj's thumb touched your cheek, there was also a small yellowish bruise beginning to heal near your cheekbone, besides the cut in your forehead, which was what concerned him more. 

this one is older, he observed the bruise, caressing the spot ever so gently as if you were made of glass. you shouldn't have bruises or cuts or anything that gives you pain. 

“jayj, it's fine—”

“is it bad?” 

you know what his words mean and that proved he didn't believe in your lies. why would he? he went through the same on a daily basis before his dad took off god knows where. you honestly hope he never comes back because if luke maybank ever thinks of laying a hand on jj again, you'd bury him alive. 

but anyway, you admitted the truth, laying out what truly was going on inside your house.

“just when she gets mad.” you offered, looking back at your hands curling together. “really, it's fine, don't worry about me.”

his forehead creases and you think he's about to order you to shut up but instead he squeezes your hand. anger is never his go-to emotion with you.

“I worry, always. can you tell me how this one happened? it's deeper.” he asked, touching the spot in your forehead beside the cut he had cleaned up. 

your eyes followed his carefully but your body was relaxed as it never had been whenever you talked about that subject. 

“I, um... I dodged her slap. kind of. I ducked down— or tried to.” you winced at your explanation and at the memory. “anyways, the cut was because of her ring.”

his jaw clenched but his touch never shifted to anything other than delicate. 

“i'm sorry.”

“don’t be.” you said, smiling up at him. “it’s not your fault, but thanks.”

“you shouldn't be used to this.” jj said firmly, brushing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze far away. “you can come stay at the chateau if you want, you know? we always have space.”

“thank you for caring, but I'll be fine.”

“I know.” he shrugged. “but I mean, when you're not, you have a place to run to. you have me.” 

and yes, you knew that, technically. but your fucked brain thought if you shared your home life with him, this would make you a burden, you never ever wanted that. you didn't want him to get tired of you and realize he was better off with someone else who wasn't so complicated.

“I know I have you.”

“do you?”

“I love you.” you offered as if that was supposed to be a strong argument.

jj raised a brow. “I love you too and that's why I want you to open up to me.” he explained gently, thumb running against your cheek. “call me. find me. I'll be there. I'll find you wherever you are, alright?” 

you hummed, agreeing with him in his request. a smile gracing your lips. “okay.”

he shifted in bed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “if it depends on me, nothing’s gonna hurt you,” he mumbled against your forehead as you wrapped an arm around his middle and basked in his warmth.

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[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Not so Fake

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Tim stationed himself in the third sitting room in the Manor. It was the closest to the kitchen, and furthest from the bedrooms and entrance of the manor. In other words, the perfect hiding spot from his overactive family that have united to try and make Tim rest. The only member that would find him right away would be Alfred, who already left him a cup of tea with a few of his cookies along with one of his laptops.

A note left on top stating that Alfred expected him to actually relax, and spotting the stickers Tim could tell this was his personal laptop. Taking Alfred seriously, Tim booted up YouTube and decided to watch his new favorite, GalacticPhantom, or Danny. He had found the channel a few months ago when one of his search engines caught a mention of Tim Drake and Red Robin being the same person.

The video in question had started off with a very well made video of the camera zooming down from a space view of the Earth to Danny’s home town, through his window and coming to a screeching halt in front of Danny and his friend Wes. The opening was highly impressive to Tim and the twenty-five minute video that followed had Tim wanting to pull his hair out.

Everything Wes said was true, completely true.

Tim was absolutely stunned and terrified because the other teen had managed to fully pull together who Red Robin was without even being in Gotham. The only thing that stopped Tim from calling a meeting about it, was that no one in the comments believed him. Instead Wes was mocked with the tried and true, ‘what do the butts match?’. He ended up watching every video under the playlist, ‘Wes the Detective’ and every single video hit right on the money but absolutely no one believed him. 

Well, no one but his friends it seemed. Tim had a couple theories about it and if it wasn’t for the fact that Wes has his identity clock he’d be staking out the town now. So he chose to stick to the theory that Wes was incredibly smart, but cursed in some way.

However today Danny had posted a new video and Tim could barely wait to watch it. The title was called ‘This thing wont leave me alone.’ and the thumbnail showed a screaming Danny holding a broom with a humanism but clearly not human girl spiderman to his ceiling seemingly hissing at him.

Tim grinned as he pressed play and settled back into the couch to watch. As the intro came to an end it found Danny in the closet of his bedroom speaking into the camera as if he was documenting his last moments.

“Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel.” He whispered softly only stopping at a noise outside the door that sounded like nails scratching against something. “What the—” the chittering of a badger interrupted him to cover his curse. “Today I’m hiding in my closet because this demon thing showed up and won’t leave me alone.” Something being knocked over in the background was heard causing Danny to freeze again. “I am taking my stand though, I have my makeshift weapon and-and I’m gonna face it. In the event that I don’t come out of this alive, Tucker you can have my Doomed character, Sam just ask them out already, Val you can sell all my stuff, and Wes I’m sorry I gaslight everyone in school that one time into thinking you weren’t real.” 

“That was—you Danny, oh you better hope you don’t survive after this!” Wes snapped from behind the camera, his curse being covered by bird chirps, and a second later Tucker’s head popped up from the bottom right screen. 

“You’re focusing on that rather than the fact Danny said that all to the screen like we weren’t even here.” Danny shushed them all dramatically holding his broom in front of him like a weapon.

“It is time. Remember me views, remember me.”

“So—dramatic.” Sam is heard but not shown on camera, soon after Danny is shown bursting out of the closet startling the humanoid creature with white hair and bright neon green eyes. 

Tim assumes the creature is one of their little siblings decked out in a creepy cosplay, a really creepy one that Sam definitely had to have a hand in making.

The girl immediately starts screeching and hissing at Danny who starts screaming back before starting to swat at her with the broom. Only for her to drop on all four and start crawling around to dodge him.

“Why won’t you stay still!!” Danny cried out as he panted slightly out of breath. The girl let out an evil cackle starting to crawl toward him and the others fast as he head began to turn to the point that it was upside down. Everything was silent before Danny began screaming hysterically while hitting the girl with the broom before she managed to jump on him and they began to fight. The video cut off right as the girl got a good hit on his nose, only to come back to Danny back in the closet with a bloody nose.

“You okay man?” Wes asked from behind the camera as Danny just stared dazed ahead. Danny turned to him, eyes unfocused as he stared at the camera.

“Do-do I call an exorcist? Do we have exorcists around us? Bro I have a demon in my house, and my parents who are ghost hunters can’t even detect it. What do I do?”

“Danny, I think she might have broken your Lego space shuttle.” Val was heard and seconds later Danny was shown back outside the closet in a screaming match with her while fist fighting and rolling all over the ground. 

“THAT LEGO SET COST ME FOUR MONTHS ALLOWANCE!!”

“I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU REGRET BREAKING IT!”

“ALL I DID WAS HIT YOU WITH A BROOM!”

The girl seemed to be responding to him in either gibberish, or a language they created. Which only seemed to anger Danny more.

“ENGLISH! SPEAK ENGLISH!!” The girl paused, stopping herself from landing a solid punch to his cheek before grinning at the confused teen.

“No.” Danny seemed stunned before anger took over again and the fight continued.

“You can_____speaking english! You____daughter of a______!!” The feed cut off before returning to Danny who was sitting on the bed of his wrecked room. The girl in question nowhere to be seen as Val cleaned some blood off Danny's cheek with a grin.

“I don’t know where she went, but I know she is still in my house. Tune in next time I find her because she better have some money to pay me back for my lego set. Thanks for stopping to watch this episode of mine and until next time, don’t let the ghosts get ya.”

“That was pretty interesting.” Dick said as he stole a cookie from Tim’s plate. “Are all his videos like that?” Tim didn’t even blink at his brother's sudden appearance as he moved to type out a comment.

“For the most part, ya. He’s a shit poster, his content is just a tun of stuff that is so outrageous and realistic but clearly not real.”

‘That fight gave off peak sibling energy. It’s giving, I’m gonna fight my sibling to the death because of one slight inconvenience.’

Jason hummed as he picked his book back up, dropping down in front of the couch to reread Pride and Prejudice. “Ya he was definitely fighting his little sister. He held back too much and she wasn’t pulling her punches.” 

“Only Drake would spend his time watching pointless videos.” Damien huffed, causing Tim to roll his eyes.

“Awe Dami, you know Tim is on mandatory rest. No work of any kind.” Dick grinned before jumping up, wrapping his arms around Damien and dragging him down onto the couch.

“Richard!! Let me go this instant!!” Damien screamed struggling to get away from his octopus of an older brother.

“No! I need my little brother cuddles and I need them from my Dami! No escape for you now.” Damian kept fighting Dick’s hold for the next twenty-five minutes while Tim put another of Danny’s videos on and rewatched it with Jason and Dick watching as well. The video in question was one where Danny went through a locker with his friends and went back in time to when his school first opened. Jason snorted, commenting on them making everything black and white. Danny meets a seemingly see-through kid named Sidney Poindexter and it ends with the two of them having a dance off.

“Bruce, why the fuck are your kids watching a video of a kid dancing with an Infinite Relams ghost?” Tim paused, staring blankly at his computer screen before turning to look at Bruce and John Constantine. “Wow holy shit, the Infinite Realms rarely interact with us since Luthor let the Anti-Ecto Acts pass. Yet that kid is interacting with one like their friends.”

“You’re saying this shits real?” Jason asked, closing his book looking at the screen more interested.

“Language Master Jason.” Alfred said as he walked in from a tray of tea for everyone.

“Sorry Alfred.” John nodded as he moved closer, eyes trained on Poindexter.

“If it is not real it is still more similar than could be possible. They’ve definitely had interactions with the Realms.”

“Wait, what are the Anti-Ecto Acts?” Tim asked his attention zeroing in on John.

“Well fuck, you don’t know? It affects like all of you, thought for sure you’d know. Shit this is gonna take so long to explain. We’re gonna have to call a JL meeting for this explanation because I’m not doing it twice.”

Of Meetings and Musings

[ew-selfish-art]

DPx DC Au: Might as well be brothers. Young Justice hears about a regional hero disappearing, and while they've never met the guy, Red Robin's contacts say that Ra's is hunting him for afterlife/immortality related reasons.

Tim drake hates the annoying white uniform he's wearing but breaking into this place is crucial to his 24 hour plan to rescue Phantom. He'd never even heard of the guy until a week ago when Pru came to him with info that Ra's was looking into Midwest Real Estate, and then Tim stumbled down the rabbit hole of Ghost conspiracy theories until he saw an article demanding that local officials speak on the hero's absence of 10 days. 10 days was short enough that Tim might find a sign of life and well, another federal agency being hacked by Red Robin is nothing new.

So now, he's walking down the halls with these stupid fucking glasses and this stupid fucking suit while Kon listens from the comfort of the surveillance van. He takes a turn and sees the track suits that the illegally detained inmates are wearing, and pivoting the plan, makes his way to a locker room to get one and get changed. It does take him an extra second and he considers that this might bite him- but Tim knows the place inside and out. He's scoured all their data, and sue him for being cocky, but he has a literal alien ready to tear the place apart waiting for his heart rate to jump above 80 bpm. which is a pretty low heart rate all things considered.

Tim gets exactly where he's meant to go, and waits only a few minutes before he see's the science team extract Phantom from the high security room.

Phantom doesn't make it clear if he notices Tim, but he's basically being dragged by the couple, so Tim decides to beat them to their destination. The experimental wing had shown up in their reported data not long after they made it extremely obvious that they had Phantom in their data output.

Tim's already in the room when he starts to notice that it's not exactly a room... more like a mechanical space. The way the corners curl in the room make it almost tube like... Portal like.

Phantom is thrown in and Tim grabs him the second the scientists leave, but the kill switch key Tim made to get them out isn't working for this door like it did all the others.

"Not... Not a door."

"We're in some sort of device aren't we? Something of their own design that the government isn't aware they're funding?"

"Portal. You've gotta get out, even if you get caught, you gotta get out now."

Tim's comm comes alive in his ear, its Kon responding to Tim's heart rate rising- and Tim is hesitant to call him in but ultimately tells him to start flying over for extraction.

Then the portal goes off, and while he feels pain, he doesn't feel different. Bright light subsiding, Kon's arms around him with a confused voice, and lots of lasers being fired his way... Tim wakes up to see a much younger Phantom looking at him from the other side of the young justice couch.

Kon, Bart and Cassie are all fighting at a white board that's been wheeled in but Tim can only yawn and blink his way into consciousness enough to give a shit.

Black haired and blue eyed, button nosed with large ears, a wry thin lipped smile... Tim realizes that Phantom looks incredibly similar to his younger self. And then Tim looks at his much smaller hands and realizes that he probably looks a lot more similar to his younger self than normal.

Taking in the scenery once more, the white board is divided on the traits Tim has to the children sitting left and right on the couch. Kon didn't know who was who. That meant that maybe... the government didn't either.

Phantom turns out to be a pretty chill dude despite all the trauma, and he's incredibly prepared to both fuck with Ra's and the government in their newly found childhood twin-ship.

One of the twins is scarier than the other, and despite Danny literally haunting them, its always Tim.

(Okay now its some one else's turn :D )

[ihavemanyhusbands]

He Who Hunts These Woods

Will Graham x Fem!Reader

Also on AO3

Summary: You and Will decide to get a little experimental, and he chases you through the woods surrounding his cabin.

WC: 2.4k words

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), Primal play, predator/prey, cnc-ish, cursing, some knifeplay, p in v, biting, fingering, unprotected sex (don't try at home), DARK stuff ig, lmk if anything else!

Special tag for @glitchedpup :> mwahaha

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A sudden noise made you stop in your tracks, clicking your flashlight off. You listened for a few heartbeats, head cocked to the side like an animal’s.

Your breath was deep but labored as you tried to stifle the panic running hot throughout your body. You knew you were being followed, but that certainly did nothing to soothe you.

The forest's darkness was almost impenetrable, like a living entity. Every cracking branch or rustling foliage made you jump, your heart rate skyrocketing each time. You weren’t sure how long you had been at this, time seemingly inexistent in this place. Especially when adrenaline had a firm grip on you, waxing and waning like liquid flame in your veins.

Though you considered yourself to be pretty open-minded, a part of you was beginning to regret agreeing to this. Mostly because you were getting tired and antsy, half wishing you’d opted to ride him on the couch back at his cabin, instead of running around.

But there was something about the fear, the anticipation, that wasn’t entirely torturous. Especially since you were well aware of who was hunting you.

Will had been kind enough to give you a head start at the beginning of all this. He knew these woods like the back of his hand, so he definitely could find you with ease. But where was the excitement in that?

This was precisely how he wanted you, vulnerable and hyperaware, completely at his mercy. All you had to do was surrender to your fate… Which you knew you would, but not just yet. This thrill – this cursed amalgamation of agony and ecstasy – made you feel more alive than ever before. And you were greedy, yes, for you wanted to feel this way as long as you could.

When the coast seemed to be clear, you clicked your flashlight back on, if only to gather your bearings. You had to be pretty sparse with it, given that you’d be much easier to spot if you left it on at all times. There’d been a couple of moments where you felt you were being watched, the heavy gaze like a smoldering caress on your skin.

You were lucky that Will was such a patient man, laser-focused in his pursuit of something he wanted. He was the perfect hunter, relentless, cunning, hungry. You thought of his teeth on your neck, his tongue right on your frantic pulse. Might he be merciful and swift? Or would he savor it, biding his time?

You shivered at the possibilities, goosebumps running down your arms. This was the kind of play that you two had been floating back and forth for some time. It was interesting – but sort of odd – in theory, but it was an awakening in practice. It let Will fully be himself, holding nothing back from you; The man Hannibal helped set free.

The two of you had discussed boundaries and safewords beforehand, but you trusted him fully. If it were with anybody else – except for Hannibal, of course – you would never have agreed to go through with it at all.

You moved hastily but carefully, keeping your arms out to keep yourself from running into things. Amidst the trees, he watched you stumble about, smirking to himself. He was hot on your heels, had been for a while now, but not yet he told himself.

A myriad of thoughts ran through Will’s mind – how he wanted to taste you, what sounds he wanted to elicit from you, the feel of the firm press of his body against yours. He felt like a madman when it came to you; A hunger that could never be sated.

He was more than fine with sharing you with Hannibal – you were both of theirs, after all – but he cherished these moments in which he had you all to himself. You saw him for who he was, too, and you embraced him. He never felt like he was being judged or that he had to hide from you.

He continued trailing you down to a small stream, the soft gurgling of the water filling your ears. You squatted near the edge, needing a break – and perhaps rending yourself totally vulnerable.

You splashed some water on your face, washing off the thin sheen of sweat that dotted your brow and the bridge of your nose. A figure of pure darkness emerged soundlessly from the trees behind you. An awareness spread throughout your body in the shape of goosebumps, and you suppressed a shiver.

“What do we have here?” Will’s voice was like smoke and velvet, a blessing and a curse all at once.

You stiffened, trying not to jump out of your own skin. Your heart was jackhammering against your ribcage painfully, and you knew you had only a few precious seconds to react. It was up to you how the rest of this night would unfold, after all.

You heard the crunch of leaves as he took a step closer, and that made you spring into action. You ran, legs pumping as hard as they could, muscles burning. Dodging obstacles was much harder, especially when you could barely even focus on where you stepped. You heard him chasing after you, getting closer and closer and closer. You whimpered, near delirious with the adrenaline.

Then, your foot caught on an overgrown branch and you stumbled, the world blurring at the edges. You threw your arms out, bracing against a tree to break your fall. You were panting heavily, your head spinning, and Will stopped mere inches away from you. Of course, you’d never be able to escape him, he was much faster than you. He clicked his tongue, barely breathing hard from the run. 

“It must not be your lucky day,” he said. “But it certainly is mine.”

“Please.” You breathed, falling easily into the role of prey.

You felt his warmth at your back as he stepped even closer, and you resisted the urge to push your ass back against him, wanting to see what he would do first.

“What is it, darling?” he purred, tucking an errant strand of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

You wanted to shake your head, to try to be defiant, but there was something about his demeanor that gave you pause. Instead, all you could say was, “Have mercy.”

He chuckled darkly, and you felt his breath against your neck. “And if I don’t? What will you do, hmm?”

That was when you did fight back, jerking against him. He was momentarily taken aback, and you’d barely managed to escape his grasp before he roughly pulled you back to him. The two of you wrestled for dominance as his arms snaked around you tightly.

“Oh yeah? You want to play rough?” He snarled, one of his hands going to your neck, pinning you further. “I’ll show you rough.”

You thrashed and attempted to kick, but your strength was quickly waning. It was no use; He was much stronger than you as well. Did you even have another choice but to give in?

It was already hard not to, seeing how your body reacted to him. You felt so close to igniting– him being the flame to your kerosene. He knew this too, and he planned to use it in his favor.

Will began tearing at your t-shirt, ripping it apart with frantic hands. When he brought out his hunting knife, you stopped moving, watching instead as he sawed at your bra. Both garments fell to the ground unceremoniously, and the crisp night air nipped at your exposed flesh, making you shiver.

“You knew what would happen when I caught you, didn’t you?” He taunted, holding his knife over your neck – lightly of course, but just enough to make things interesting – and groping your breasts roughly. When he pinched one of your aching nipples, you couldn’t help the loud mewl that escaped your lips. “Or did you think you could outsmart me? Surely, you’re not that naïve.”

“I lasted… a while… did I not?” You said slowly, faking bravado despite the fact you were afraid the blade might nick your throat.

He chuckled once more, amused at your stubbornness. “Oh, we’ll see just how long you’ll last now.”

He withdrew the knife and wrestled you to the ground, even as you tried hard to keep your footing. His knee connected with the back of yours, and you fell forward on all fours, the breath momentarily knocked out of you. But you still had some fight in you, so you tried to scramble forward, but he was on you in a flash, pinning your legs between his.

“Please…” You rasped, nails scratching at the dirt. “Let me go.”

“Never,” He growled, leaning forward and biting your shoulder hard enough to make you cry out. “You’re fucking mine, do you understand!? You belong to me.”

There was a desperate heat pooling in your lower abdomen, and you squirmed pathetically against his firm grip. He licked at your shoulder, chasing away the sting, before moving to rake his teeth once more against the side of your throat. Your eyes screwed shut, and you held your breath to keep yourself from moaning.

“Say it,” he breathed in your ear, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, sure to leave bruises. “Say you’re mine.”

“Y-yours…” You whispered, barely able to find your voice.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you,” He urged, pulling you back and grinding his clothed erection against you. “Louder.”

You hesitated, debating whether to continue being a little bratty. But before you could decide, Will yanked your pants and underwear down in one rough, quick motion– fully baring you to the night. The next moment, his hand came down on your ass once, twice, three times, the strikes swift but savage. You shrieked with each one, but despite the pain, you found yourself clenching around nothing.

“I’m yours!” You cried out. “All yours.”

“There’s a good girl. Scream all you want, sweetness, no one’s around to hear it.” He cooed, cruelly saccharine. “And now, I’m going to claim what’s mine.”

He pushed your head to the ground, keeping it there with one hand. Your cheek was pressed against a bed of damp leaves, back not so gracefully arched and ass still in the air. You heard the clink of his belt being undone, and the rustle of clothes as he pushed down his own pants.

Then his fingers went to your pussy, spreading it for his own appraisal. You could hear the lewd sounds of your arousal as he continued exploring, circling your clit torturously slow – Just the way you liked to be teased. Involuntarily, you pushed your hips back, seeking more friction. He tsked in disapproval, withdrawing his fingers a little.

“Eager thing. Does the idea of me claiming you excite you?” He said.

Your body tensed as two of his fingers sank into the molten heat of your cunt, and he hummed in utter delight. “My, my…And you’re absolutely soaked. I thought you wanted me to let you go?”

Your face and neck flushed deeply with shame. Of course, you wanted him – my God, you were absolutely ravenous for him – but he seemed to be using this desire against you. To show you just how easily he could get you to yield.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you, but just when he was getting to a steady rhythm, he pulled them out. You grit your teeth in frustration, but did not make a sound beyond your hissing breath.

“You know what I think? I think you never wanted mercy at all. You wanted to be ravaged,” he said, shifting his body to line the head of his cock with your entrance, barely pushing in. “And I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Without warning, Will fully slammed into you, your body rocking forward.

“Oh fuck!” You wailed, attempting to brace yourself, an electric jolt racing through your veins.

“Keep your head down.” He growled, his hands gripping your hips once more.

His strokes were hard and fast– perhaps punishing you for running away. His hips slapped against yours loudly, your unrestrained moans fueling him on. He felt impossibly deep at that angle, like he was literally rearranging your insides, leaving his imprint on you.

“Oh, you take me so well, don’t you?” He praised, and you felt pride swell in your chest. “Say it again: Who do you belong to?”

“I-I’m yours!” You managed between whimpers. “All yours!”

He momentarily stopped only to pull you up, your back pressed against his chest. One of his hands trailed up your front, pawing at one of your breasts, while the other snaked down to your clit. His relentless rhythm resumed soon enough, deft fingers stroking your clit up and down, up and down. Your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head, but he held you close.

He nibbled on your earlobe, and you were putty in his hands. Your cunt was clenching him hard, and he knew you were right there. “That’s it, good girl. Come all over my cock.”

And as he shifted his hips slightly, you tumbled into oblivion, nothing existing outside of the rolling waves of pleasure washing over you. Your mind went fully blank for a moment, your body’s singing overpowering it. His name left your lips like a prayer for salvation, over and over again – Will, Will, Will….

Not a moment later, you heard his growl in your ear, felt the heat that suddenly flooded your cunt. Once more, he branded you, his essence entwining with yours. Once more he made sure that you understood that nobody – except maybe Hannibal – could give you such pleasure, such sweet agony. Not that you needed convincing, but you weren’t about to refuse it either.

The two of you were breathing hard as you came down from your mind-numbing orgasms. Immediately, Will regained himself, and he set out to comfort you. He kissed your shoulders, your neck, your temple, making sure you understood how much you meant to him.

“Was I too rough?” He asked, stroking your arms soothingly as he unsheathed himself from you, leaving you achingly empty.

He took his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders, and pulled you back into a comfortable embrace. Nothing had ever felt more like home – the scent of his sweat-slick skin, musky and earthy, the fit of his frame around yours. It was almost narcotic, the way he made you feel.

There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

“No, my love,” You sighed dreamily, nuzzling him, and kissing his jaw. “You were absolutely perfect.”

And no words had ever rang more true.

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[aerkame]

Alright I read your request rules and I’m ready to request!

Wally Darling x Curious Reader

You know that little fic you made where you wrote the puppets coming into the real world? (I commented on it!)——I hope you wouldn’t mind me trying to branch off it! Imaging it happening to me, I would actually like to inspect Wally since he’s clearly not human. Of course, with consent. I would open his mouth- see what’s inside, touch his felt, his hair, all of it.

And I’d imagine he’d be curious about us too.

Sorry for this being a bit late, I wanted a short break from writing and drawing all day. Also I'm perfectly fine with that being branched off of! Most of my previous posts are kind of like foundations for future fics and requests to go off of.

Also for the sake of simplicity I will just call this an AU(Alternate Universe). The Alive AU. It's exactly what it sounds like, the puppets come to life but as their cartoon selves in the real world and are capable of going back to their own world at any time. (Wally needs to do that though or they're stuck, he knows what he's doing). I'm also doing this so that in the future when we do have answers to Welcome Home, it won't interfere with theories or what is considered "canon". This request is based on a previous post (linked below this), for context.

Just a Little Look

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Out of all the other 'puppets', Wally was the one you were most curious and cautious about. It wasn't that he ate differently, it wasn't because his eyes looked different from the rest, and it wasn't because he was always staring at you. No, it was the way he acted. He acted like he's done this before. The whole going into this world and not being a normal puppet bit. You decided that you might as well ask Wally if you could feel him or look inside his mouth...maybe not that first one though, that might come out as weird to him and the others. It's not like he had a reason to say no really, you were just curious.

The 'puppet' with an Elvis cut was sitting down on your couch one leg crossed over the other like the distinguished dude that he was, face buried in a newspaper from this morning. You don't remember teaching him how to read the newspaper, where did he even get that? "Hey Wally..." You shuffled your foot a bit, getting somewhat anxious. "Can I look in your mouth?"

"Hmm?" He looked up from reading the paper with an almost dreamy look to him. "Can I look in your mouth?" You repeated the question, this time he heard you as his head tilted to the side. "Now what would you want to look in my mouth for?" His voice was as calm as usual, though he did have a bit of a smirk today.

"I'm just curious is all, you're not like the others and I've never seen what you guys look like on the inside." You gestured to the inside of your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Wally slowly got up from the couch and leaned over you, smirk still lingering on his face. "Well, I don't see why not, but I'll only let you look inside me if you let me look inside you." You nodded, excited to finally get a look. "Alright, sounds fair." You responded as Wally folded up the newspaper and neatly placed it on the coffee table.

Bending down, Wally opened his mouth quite a bit to let you look, making a small "Ahhh~" like a child would when letting a doctor look at their throat. You peered over to see inside. It was what a normal puppet mouth would look like save for the small black void at the back of the 'throat'. You're not even going to question how Wally speaks or eats, nothing surprises you anymore at this point. Kind of weird to see what is basically a tiny void though.

He closed his mouth once you were done looking before leaning closer to softly grab your face in his hands. It wasn't what you'd thought it'd feel like. You were expecting something like felt, but that wasn't it. It was some other material you've never felt before, it was soft and smooth like silk, but not in a sense that it was fabric. "I believe it's my turn to see the inside of your mouth now." You nodded quietly and opened your mouth as wide as you could, showing off your canines and molars.

It was awkwardly quiet in the living room for a while and you slowly found yourself leaning further and further into the soft hands that held your head up earning a small chuckle from Wally. "Tired?" You nodded. It's been a rough week both from your job getting busy and you being busy at the house trying to keep your new guests out of trouble. "It's like I'm taking care of a bunch of kids.." You mumbled into his hands.

"How about you take a good nap then, you'll be up and full of that energy you need." There it was again. You could feel him staring at you with those eyes. You were too tired to say anything this time though and opted for just getting up and heading to your room. Leaving behind a still smirking Wally.

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I told you guys, I write medium to long posts even if they take a while.

Next up? Barnaby and Wally teach the dear reader how to slow dance. :)

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

In another life pt 2

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary: A visit to Nanami and trip down memory lane

Warnings: Language and suggestive themes but only a bit lol

Part 3

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A/N: was so overwhelmed by the amount of love I received for part one!! Thank you all so much for the support😭🩵

“This is definitely a first” Nanamis gaze travelled up and down your body.

You shuffled uncomfortably from your place on the couch. Gojo stood leaning on the wall behind you.

“Yeah I’ve been hearing that a lot today..” you sighed.

“Hmm, well from what I know. This curse has been known to travel through dimensions, which is why he’s been so hard to catch in the past. He disappeared several years ago after somehow escaping from a seal. Looks like he ended up in your universe.”

“That makes sense, it was only a couple years ago he appeared and Satoru subdued him. A couple months ago he told me he found some weird residual energy on the seal but otherwise everything was ok… I guess the theory of the spy was correct but…” you brought a hand to your chin.

“Go on” he encouraged.

“We placed three seals on them. There’s no way an amateur broke through them… I wonder if he has any clue on who it could be...”

BZZT BZZT BZZT

“Another call?” Gojo tilted his head forward.

You picked up the phone and read “Weird Bangs” well speak of the devil!

“Nope just a text.”

-Hey you ok? Satoru just told me what happened. Don’t worry, we’re investigating as we speak. We’ll have you home in no time.

You smiled warmly and replied,

-Thanks Sugu, I have complete faith in you two. And don’t worry I’m ok.

“Anything important?”

“Not really, Sugu was just checking in. By the way, is he on a mission or something? I haven’t sensed your version of him yet. Unless you don’t have a version of him which would be honestly so weird since I swear you two are like your own couple..”

Little did you know the room had gone from warm to freezing cold.

“What did you just say…”

“Huh?” You tensed seeing the mood was a bit off now.

“Wait…don’t tell me he’s…dead?” Instant dread washed over you.

“No..he’s very much alive…” (excuse me while I change the timeline a little)

“Then what’s-“ you tilted your head.

“Nanami, what can you tell us about the curse transporting other people?”

You blinked at his sudden change in topic.

“Honestly nothing.” Your shoulders slumped.

“Really?”

“Yes but I promise I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you get home safely”.

“Thanks Nanami…” you tried not to feel to sad, after all you had so many people working hard to figure it out.

“Well it’s getting late, why don’t we continue this tommorow, Nanami you’ll reach out if you find anything yeah?”

He nodded, “I’ll dig into some of the old archives, and let you know what I find.”

“Thank you Nanami” you smiled and followed gojo out of the room.

“So what now?” The sun had set and you realized that for the first time in years you were not going to sleep in your own bed, cuddled next to your husband.

“Well… I could take you to one of the spare dorms here but considering the curse is still out there I think it’s best if you stick with me”

“So back to your place?” Haha that takes you back.

“That ok with you?”

“Mhmm” not like I’m used to anything else but being with you…

“Ok then, hang on” he touched your shoulder and suddenly you were transported to a place that smelled like fresh linen and his cologne.

“Oh wow this takes me back” you flicked on the light and took in the old place.

Gojo raised a brow that you seemed to know your way around.

“I take it you’ve been here before?”

You nodded fondly while taking in the place once again, “yeah, we spent so much time here back while we were dating…I lived in a really crappy apartment that you had to bend down in.” You laugh at the memory.

You turn to look out the floorlength window and promptly scream.

“AHH is that me!?!? Have I looked like this all day!?!” You could barely see your skin it was covered in dirt and grime from the previous fight and your hair was basically inviting birds to make it their home.

“I need to shower…” ah crap I didn’t think to stop and get clothes.

“I’ll find you some clothes… the shower is over the-“ but you were already beelining towards the bathroom eagerly to wash the filth off of you.

“Right you already know… so weird” he crossed his arms.

The second the steaming water hit your body you sighed in relief. It took a good 15 minutes for the water to run clear.

Using his body wash sure took you back to the days you’d sleep over. Those days were some of the best of your life. Watching movies late into the night, eating junk food, making out, falling asleep tangled together…

You shut your eyes before the tears could come.

No, none of that, you had the best and strongest people on the case. You’d be home soon, so let’s think of this as a weird mini vacation.

After your shower you dried yourself off and peeked into the bedroom where the door connected to. Sure enough you found a set of his pjs on the bed.

His shirt engulfed you, looking more like a dress. You thought for a moment to forgo the pants but realized you probably shouldn’t go pantless and underwearless around new Gojo.

Once you were decent you stepped outside into the main living space.

A delicious aroma immediately invaded your senses.

Wait… no fricken way!?

“You cook!?!?”

“Huh?” Gojo paused to look back over his shoulder. “Of course I cook… does your Gojo not?”

“He- he tried once but burnt everything… and anyway I’m home way more so I usually do the cooking..”

“Well I hope you like seafood, I haven’t gone shopping yet so there wasn’t really many options.”

He turned back to the stove to continue stirring.

You sat on one of the counter barstools and watched him in awe.

He even has the towel thrown over his shoulder and everything...

“So tell me about other Gojo. How did you guys meet?”

“Well… actually it’s kind of embarrassing…”

“Oh well now I have to know”

“Well I was jogging by this old elementary school and this curse popped out. It was so cute tho it looked like a super fluffy puppy. And then suddenly you popped in, ready to blast it to smithereens when I jumped in front and defended it….” He paused his stirring and looked over at you again.

“Yeah I know.. it was crazy but the curse really wasn’t that bad. So anyway I picked it up and started running away from you…”

“Pfft seriously?”

“Yeah… you should’ve seen your face haha. I made it about 10 steps before you warped in front of me”

*Flashback*

“Uh listen lady, that thing your holding is very dangerous so it’s best if you-“

“No way!”

“Huh?”

“No way, he’s just a little baby, he hasn’t hurt anyone!” You hugged the curse tight to your body and for some reason the curse seemed… relaxed?

“Lady… it’s a curse.. we can’t exactly just leave it to roam free..”

“Well then….”you thought for a moment..

“I’ll keep it!”

“You’ll keep it…” he repeated to himself in disbelief

“Mhm hm” you nodded.

“Uh…” he watched you snuggle the curse closer and the curse for whatever bizarre reason seemed content.

“It hasn’t hurt anyone has it?”

“Not that I’m aware of..”

“Then it’s settled! I’m keeping him.”

“Uh…”

“Don’t worry, I have some skill in exorcizing curses if anything goes wrong but it won’t will it little cutie?” You rubbed under its chin and it started to purr.

“Ok so you’re serious…uh well here’s my number… in case he decides to turn murdery and you can’t handle him”

You smile and hand him your phone, when he hands it back you glance down and let out a little gasp.

He smirked, you must’ve realized who he was now.

“You have the same screensaver as me! I love that show!!”

Oh

“Haha well it is a good show, even if the heroine sucks.”

“What- what did you just say?! She’s the best one!”

“No way, if you ask me the best friend should be in the spotlight.”

“That snobby bitch? No way” you made a face.

“Snobby? I see it as confidence.”

“You must’ve gotten knocked in the head too many times by a curse..”

“Well it doesn’t really matter, I think she’s gonna take that job in the next episode.”

“Wait you think so? As much as I hate her, she makes the story interesting.”

“Yeah I-“ BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT

“Ah sorry hold on”

You watched him turn and take the call. Looking at him now, even without seeing his eyes you could tell he was good looking.

“Sorry, duty calls. Make sure to call me if…that thing suddenly decides to eat you ok?”

“I will, thanks”

He whooshed away and you looked down at your phone.

Satoru Gojo….

Oh my god

No fucking way…

He had the same name as your favorite book character! What a small world…

“Alright cutie, let’s get you home. I wonder what you eat?”

*End flashback*

“Don’t tell me you still have that thing?”

“That thing has a name and his name is cutie. And to this day he hasn’t hurt a fly! Well actually that’s a lie because he does eat all the bugs around the house.. but other than that he’s harmless. He does chew the furniture though..” awe I hope he’s ok..

“You’re a little strange you know that?”

“You’re one to talk..”

“Hey, you shouldn’t insult the hand that feeds you.”

“You’re right sorry chef” you bowed jokingly then went to grab plates to set the table.

“Oh I hope you don’t mind me touching stuff.” You retracted your hand afraid he might get upset.

“Be my guest.” He waved nonchalantly.

Ten minutes later you were sat across each other.

“Oh lemme grab some drinks” he stood up and disappeared into the kitchen again.

You nodded and began plating your dish and his. His having three times the portion like usual.

Gojo came back and sat down with his mouth slightly open.

You realized your mistake and felt heat rise to your cheeks. “S-sorry it- I did that out of habit. Didn’t mean to make you feel weird..”

“It’s fine it’ll just take some getting used to is all…” he smirked and dug in.

“Thank you for the meal.” You twirled your fork around the shrimp and pasta and took a bite.

Oh

Oh

Oh hell no

“Something wrong?”

“Satoru this is amazing… like really really amazing”

“Glad you like it”

“No but seriously this is so good…Why can’t my version do this??”

You took another bite and swooned, maybe you’d leave your version for this one…

BZZT BZZT BZZT

“Oh it’s you! Well other you..”

“Satoru?”

“Hey babe you doing alright?”

“Yeah, I’m alright… we met with Nanami earlier, he said he’s going to do some more research and let us know if he finds anything..”

“Same here, Suguru and I are tracking the curse down but it’ll take a little bit of time, he’s a slippery one that’s for sure”

“Mm, sorry for putting everyone through this trouble…”

“Don’t worry, I have plenty of ways you can make it up to me later”

“Ah geez I need to stop putting you on speaker..”

“You’re not alone? It’s pretty late..”

“Yeah well other you thought it would be best to keep me close for safety reasons. I’m here at the old penthouse actually.”

“….”

“Toru?”

“You’re with other me?”

You blinked. “Uh yes?“

“Hey other me!”

You tilt the phone closer to this Gojo so he can hear better.

“Uh yes?”

“I know it’s tempting but no canoodling my girl alright?”

“S-satoru!”

“Not even a little touch, I mean it.”

“Satoru what are you talking about?! I just met the guy!”

“And? Do you remember how I was back then?”

“Well...” yeah a manwhore..

“Oh yeah and another word of advice, no girls over to the place. She gets suuuuuuper jealous, one time she even told our pet to attack and-“

“I did not! That was-!-you know that was an accident!”

“Mhmm sure”

“You know cutie feeds off my feelings, I didn’t tell him to bite her arm!”

“Of course sweetheart of course..”

“You- what about that time you hijacked my date!”

“That was purely coincidental, I was in the area.”

“Sure you were…”

“Anywhoooooo, did you take your meds?”

“Y-yeah”

“Liar”

“Hey make sure she gets those pills, she’ll faint without them and I don’t need her falling into anyone else’s arms”

“S-satoru good night already, I’ll talk to you later…”

“Alright sorry, you know I worry. Night baby, don’t feel too lonely without me”

*click*

“Ugh annoying jerk” you words didn’t match your soft tone.

Gojo leaned back in his chair and scanned your form.

Did he? Did a version of him really fall in love and settle down. You were certainly beautiful but he’d been with a lot of beautiful women.. did your strength draw his attention? He supposed he hasn’t seen you fight yet, maybe he would fix that soon..

“Oh uh sorry you had to hear all that again, I hope it’s not too weird”

“Well I’m not gonna lie and say it’s normal but..”

You smiled and brought another forkful to your mouth.

“Thank you for everything, really… you don’t even know me and you’re doing all this..”

“Well hey don’t worry about it, any alter ego/universe me’s wife is a friend of mine”

“Heh thanks” glad to know all Gojos humor are the same across universes.

After dinner you helped clean up and were lounging on the couch while Gojo went to shower.

He wouldn’t mind if you turned on the tv right?

So far this Gojo was 99.8 percent a carbon copy of yours so no he wouldn’t mind.. plus tonight the new episode of “Wishing I was yours” was airing and you couldn’t miss it..

And that’s how Gojo found you 20 minutes later, arms wrapped around your knees cuddling a pillow, tearful eyes glued to the TV screen.

‘No! No you can’t leave me. You can’t give up after everything we’ve been through’

‘Forgive me my love, you’ll have to continue this journey without me…’

‘No! I need you!!’

‘I’m only going to put you in danger… it has to be this way… I’m sorry’

‘Noooooooooooooooo!’

How can she watch this crap…

Gojo made his presence known and stepped in front of the couch.

“Oh hey, I-i hope it was ok that I- ah no don’t go!!” Your focus was quickly redirected back to the gripping scene. You groaned when the credits rolled.

“Dammit you were right about the ending…now I have to do that thing… ugh” you mumbled into the pillow.

Gojo couldn’t help but be curious what that thing was but stayed quiet.

“Don’t tell me that I actually watch this kind of stuff?”

He sat on the other end of the couch watching as you paused the tv and turned towards him.

“Well not at first but we worked out a deal, every week we watch one of my picks and one of your picks… but ugh you always choose the scariest stuff…”

“Better than unrealistic lovey dovey crap…”

“Unrealistic?? Says the one who spouts the most corniest lines 24/7”

The title screen for another episode started playing and he swiftly grabbed the remote.

“Allow me to show you what true cinema is.”

Uh oh, you had a bad feeling about this..

1 hour later

“Ah no way no way no way” Gojo smirked watching how you hid behind a pillow shaking like a leaf.

“Oh come on, it’s not even the scary part yet…”

“Liar! Ew ew ew I accidentally looked again”

“Human snake vs Octogator is a masterpiece , you’re insulting one of the greatest films of all time!”

“You just chose this because you knew it would scare me!”

“Lady I barely know you, is that something I would do?” He smiled, glowing eyes peeking behind his glasses.

“Yes, that is exactly what you would do..”

Well you sure did seem to know him he was realizing more and more…

After the movie you were basically half asleep so Gojo decided to call it a night.

Sleepily you rose up and followed after Gojo to the hallway. But instead of turning right to the guest room you automatically turned left to his room and bumped into his back.

“Huh”

You froze, eyes shooting up to his.

“A-ah s-sorry!” Embarrassed you darted to the guest room and shut the door.

BZZT BZZT BZZT

Hm?

*NEW MESSAGE*

-Since you’re all alone, use this to tide your appetite over xoxo

*image loading*

“Ah-!”

The heat rose to your cheeks immediately.

(I’ll let you imagine what kind of picture he sent lol)

-Don’t send anything back tho ok? Don’t want the creep next door spying on you and catching a glimpse of my pretty girl~”

-he’s in another room obviously..

-wait he wouldn’t look through the walls with his eyes would he??

-would- did you ever do that??

-ah gotta go baby, the line is bad, nighty night!

-We’re texting idiot, what line?! And answer the question!!

-xoxo 💋

Ugh jerk… you threw the phone on the bed then slowly got in the unfamiliar bed.

You hated sleeping alone… even when he was out on overnight missions you were surrounded by his scent, his clothes, his everything…

You grabbed a pillow and snuggled it for comfort.

“I miss you idiot…”

Part 3

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Aaaaaaand that’s chapter 2! What did you guys think about Suguru’s mention hehe. The angst boat is coming y’all, but first came a little fluff before the storm. Please lemme know what you thought! Until next time!

@gojosatorulover7 @goaway-plzz @goldenglow149 @taakt17 @kneesheee @yumii-34 @ritsatoru @generalstephkenobi @author20 @bitchycloudstrawberry @hojoslutoru

[runabout-river]

Thoughts on JJK chapter 269 (spoilers)

(TCB still doesn't have their own translation but some parts of this need to be cross checked with more translations. I'll do that tomorrow.)

We start the chapter with an ominous flashback that brings Mei Mei to an old woman before we make a hard cut back to where we left off last chapter

To my pleased surprise Yuta managed to get his body back though truth be told I did NOT understand the minute details on how that happened. Need to read up on that.

Megumi still feels the aftereffects of Gojo's UV that had crippled Sukuna's DE. This could mean Megumi himself will have trouble expanding his domain but would that be a short term problem or possibly even a long term problem 👀

(Way back when, I had also made a speculative post that Gojo's UV that hit Megumi's soul might've left Megumi with Gojo's ultimate knowledge from all his life but that doesn't seem to be a thing in the end.)

The first years are told not to feel guilty about anything and to be teenagers again. This echoes what Gojo said in the beginning on how children should be able to enjoy the spring of their youth.

We learn then how Yuta survived: because of Rika who independently kept his body alive. When Kenjaku's CT burned out after Yuta used Gojo's DE, he should've died because he couldn't keep the connection to Gojo's body.

Kenjaku shouldve had the same problems but they speculate that he circumvented that with barrier techniques.

Now comes the part where I need better translations because what's said here is too confusing: which CT recovered and was Yuta now dead or unconscious when Kenjaku's CT burned out?

The next question is: how did his consciousness end up back in his body? All this time I thought Kenjaku transferred his entire brain from body to body but that's not the case apparently? 😄

Also, the biggest question right now: what happened to Gojo's body?

I made a speculative post on how this body hopping through Kenjaku's CT might actually end up reviving Gojo.

The main point for that theory is that Kenjaku revives the bodies he transfers into. Second and third points are that the revival is a one time thing and isn't bound to the continuous use of the CT (speculation) and that Yuta "dies" through the end of the CT and through other means

Say what you will but this about Miguel and Larue was extremely funny but also give Larue some respect, Sukuna was in love with him for a few seconds.

The part where everyone discusses their battle strategies is interesting. Gege does sth here I have done while writing fanfics as well: acknowledging how varied and complicated the choices in the plot where and have the characters discuss it.

This gives the chain of events that did end up happening in the end a grounded feel and here it also gives the characters room to interact with each other.

My complaint about these scenes are that they downplay Sukuna's threat and power

Talking about what they should've done differently and how they could've won more easily is ok, but for me this entire conversation was too couched in "we won because of course we did, this was easy but it could've been easier"

Higuruma is alive though but I had that on my bingo card already, his apparent death was pretty vague

It's a funny reveal how the watch room was Rika this entire time, and apparently Yuta/Maki is basically canon

We also learn that it was indeed Miwa who clung to Maki and used Simple Domain against Sukuna to stop his MS. Todo managed to get her and Maki out with his CT at the end.

Without Ui Ui the battle would've been lost, so he really is the MVP

Now comes the part about the New Shadow Style: Simple Domain that was interesting but also added unneeded elements into the story this late in the manga

Some parts of this was mentioned previously like how you made a Binding Vow to learn NSS. There was a woman in a wheelchair once that resembled Miwa in parts who was probably one of those people who's lifespan was sapped away by the Shadow Head.

But did we really need to give this so much panel time? I guess with the mention of Tengen (who was apparently the one who told the good guys who the Shadow Head was) we'll go back to what happened to her and the merger in the next chapter.

What we also got was commentary on how JJ society hindered itself from becoming better because of the greed of people who wanted more power.

Mei Mei speaks of sorcerers who could've survived with Simple Domain and she probably means Nanami. Their stories in Shibuya acted like foils to each other (without that or them being in conflict with each though) so it's relevant to Nanami what she said here.

Overall I think some parts of this chapter should've been cut so close to the finish, especially when this really is the end of the manga. I still have hope for Part 2 though, this chapter was (as I expected) ambiguous about that happening or not.

[littlerocks]

This episode I LOVED it, everything in general, with hen and karen rescuing their son to the dynamic of the trio eddie, buck and tommy, and buck and tommy's relationship and them teasing buck ahhaha

About how eddie found an ally to tease buck and his bizarre theories about curses even though in the end Tommy being the good boyfriend that he is will do anything to make buck happy even dressing up and going to the cemetery where billy boils is and talking to him

Thinking back the only time we've seen tommy dressed not in his usual shirts is either at the promotion in 7x09 or at a mock funeral, this man is hopelessly in love with his Evan

Anyway the friendship between eddie and tommy and buck together I love them, how nobody feels awkward and it's a beautiful thing this thing and this dynamic of friendship between the three of them

And here's a sequence of buck and tommy and in addition Eddie, THE TRIO

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Tommy's worried look when he sees Buck in pain, what a puppy Tommy is who would like to take all that suffering away from Buck.

This episode makes it clear how much they love each other and are there for each other, although we haven't heard the “I love you” yet, but I know we will soon.

That touch to buck's leg, as if the touching him was to see that he actually is okay and at the same time comforts buck, but in my opinion also he that touch was to say that buck is alive and he is okay

Tommy “everyone at harbor station was…” ready to laugh

Evan: angry face

Tommy “ concerned” stops smiling

Eddie laughing meanwhile

We already know that eddie doesn't believe in such things and laughs as buck thought he at least had tommy on his side and then you see him laughing it off

I love the three of them

The look on tommy's and eddie's faces that blatantly are doing their best to believe everything buck says and then not resist anymore

The look between tommy and eddie and like when you're in a serious moment and you don't have to look at your best friend or you start laughing, that's tommy and eddie

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This succession of scenes of Tommy taking care of Buck so casually, as if it's already a thing that happens in their daily life and it breaks my heart into a thousand pieces, because of how cute they are - This scene is so intimate and it's so natural especially with Buck that you see him so quiet, I like this, even though you don't see so many scenes in the everyday life between Tommy and Buck, these scenes make it clear that they are thriving more and more

“how's that?” in that tone of voice, in that voice so sweet, I don't know how buck didn't melt in that instant, I would have died there in that moemnto

Of course we know that buck told him to sleep on the bed and instead no tommy even though he knows that he will sleep not well on that couch, especially after an exasperating shift, he stays there sleeping on the couch even though he may not be able, perhaps, to rest well, but he does it anyway in order to be next to buck and to be near him for whatever buck needs

How tommy takes care of buck, in such a natural way, with gestures full of love

And in all this Tommy surely woke up before Buck to prepare them breakfast, tell me if they don't look like a married couple, because they are, and how Tommy likes Buck and how he takes care of him and stays there listening to everything Buck says, without it being forced but on the contrary, and something so normal and intimate

seeing tommy's reaction, reminded me of tommy with maurice, a panicked tommy AHAHAHHA,

"Evan dont' freak out" he was obviously saying it more to himself, than to buck - like "I must not panic, Evan needs me, I can't run away now, first let's call eddie and let him do all the work" HAHAHA

Tommy “It was super gross.”

Evan “So I am gross”

Tommy “That's not what I said”.

HOW CAN I NOT LOVE THEM, then with that little voice of Tommy when he says that, as if to say “ honey I love you so much, I could never tell you that you are gross, and if you were then you would be my gross”

When Buck said “so I'm disgusting,” I don't know why but his face made me think of this image.

POV Evan after Tommy called his cousin super gross so now he thinks he is too.

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I love this scene, eddie getting scared

It literally makes me think about the difference between tommy and eddie with buck in this state, but in a positive sense I mean: tommy as a boyfriend regardless of how buck is, he loves him anyway and doesn't care about those boils on his face, while eddie as a best friend doesn't give a damn about this thing and gets scared of buck in that state, it makes me laugh because that's exactly what a best friend would do

Eddie saying that he has to see it from the other side, that he doesn't need to wear a mask for Halloween this year, MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I WOULD TELL MY BEST FRIEND IF SHE WAS IN THIS STATE, LIKE WHO CARES ABOUT HER FEELINGS, I HAVE TO SAY IT

I LOVE EDDIE

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More moments of tommy best boyfriend

"stop picking", again with that sweet voice, while he tells to buck, and gives them the coffee, more in love and married than this, the wedding is missing and we're fine

This along with 7x04 where Tommy says he was jealous because he wanted to be part of 118 and because they were like a family, and in 7x10 where he says he doesn't talk to his father and has a bad relationship with him and also with this scene it makes you understand how much Tommy's past is a tortuous past and maybe he never had a person who took care of him, and this makes you understand HOW MUCH I NEED TO SEE AN EPISODE OF TOMMY BEGINS

However, I would like to see a scene where we see Tommy having a bad day and if before he had no one to take care of him, or who was just with him, now he has Buck, Eddie and the whole 118 and he understands that he is no longer alone but has a family that is there for him.

YOUR HONOR, THEY ARE MADLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER

TOMMY LOOKING AT HIM WITH THAT LOVED LOOK, HE SEES EVAN, HE DOESN'T SEE THOSE BOILS ON HIS FACE OR HE DOESN'T CARE A DAMN ABOUT THOSE THINGS, BUCK WOULD BE LIKE THIS FOREVER, AND TOMMY WOULD ALWAYS BE IN LOVE WITH HIM

BUT WHO LOOKS AT YOU WITH THAT LOVED LOOK WHILE YOU'RE TALKING TO A GRAVE TO WICK A CURSE AWAY, AND ALSO DRESSED IN AN ELEGANT WAY

It's obvious if eddie had been there too, he would have said after seeing buck and tommy dressed elegantly tpo "you're both idiots, but it's clear that you're made for each other", and then continued telling tommy "finally you too who indulges all his weirdness and I'm not the only one, welcome to the club" I WOULD HAVE CRIED IF A SCENE LIKE THAT HAD HAPPENED

"tommy is not in love with buck, he doesn't care about him"

always tommy when he looks at buck:

Tommy even if he doesn't believe it tries anyway and asks Billy Boils to stop being angry with his boyfriend and to stop the curse - that look at the end is like a warning "dear Billy, whoever you are, if you hurt my Evan again, I'll kill you again"

THIS RUN TO GET TO BUCK, HOW CUTE

HE CALLED HIM "MY BOYFRIEND" I REPEAT SHE CALLED HIM "MY BOYFRIEND", THIS IS NOT AN EXERCISE

"My boyfriend doesn't even kiss me"

"that's not true"

And that little smile from Evan, pleased that Tommy always kisses him even with boils on his face

Like Buck says it to make Billy feel sorry, like look what you did, my boyfriend doesn't kiss me, even if it's a lie, then Tommy denies it and Buck laughs because he knows this thing isn't true

This episode is one of my favorites about buck and tommy, not only does buck call tommy "my boyfriend" but he also says that the people around us make life worth living, WHILE HE'S LOOKING AT TOMMY, BRO IF AFTER THIS YOU DON'T SEE HOW MADLY IN LOVE THEY ARE WITH EACH OTHER I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DO IT, LITERALLY THIS IS ENDGAME (I HOPE SO)

This episode made me think of the episode when buck meets mitchell and thomas and told him that you don't find love but you build it, AND BUCK IS BUILDING IT WITH TOMMY

I'M CRYING

[circe69]

Get Closer

simon ghost riley x reader narrative: you have a nightmare about ghost dying so you make sure he's still breathing. fluffy cuddles. good stuff. ( ˘ ³˘)♥ it's giving "mommy i just frew up" (⊙ _ ⊙ ) cw: blood, gory nightmares, oh simon is mad when he's tired good lanta

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You woke up suddenly, panting in fear. You grabbed onto the couch cushions, trying to wake yourself up.

Nightmares were a common occurrence for you, but they seemed to be getting worse ever since you joined the 141 Task Force.

You were staying in Simon Riley's apartment, against your will, of course. You needed a place to stay since your apartment had been destroyed, and he so nicely offered his couch for a few nights.

As you tried to get a grip on reality, you think back to the dream. It was in black and white, blood was everywhere. The last thing you remember seeing was Simon's dismembered body across the dirt. Tears starting streaming down your face as you remembered it all. Although you would never admit it, Simon was probably the only person you truly cared for in the whole group. You had grown up on the theory that it's every man for himself, but there was something about him that made you want to keep him alive with every ounce in your being.

You stood up from the soft couch with your pillow and blanket, feeling the wetness from your tears.

Maybe I could just go check on him?

You walked down the hall and carefully opened his door, wincing at the creak as you pad across the hard wood floor. You set your pillow and blanket down, tears falling below you.

All I need is just to hear him breathing.

You tried to keep the whimpering down to a minimum, not wanting to even imagine how angry Simon would be if you woke him up.

A few seconds go past before you hear it.

Soft snores coming from the beast himself. You feel your muscles relax at the sound. He was okay. Of course he was okay, you just needed to make sure.

A few more seconds pass.

"Y/N."

Oh great.

The beast awakens.

His gruff voice made your whole body cold. A wave of goosebumps erupted as he shifted in his position. You didn't answer, trying to either act asleep or pretend you weren't even there.

"Y/N." He said again, deeper. More serious. You were too scared to avoid him again.

"What?" You whined, and a few stray tears fell as you lifted your face up to look at him. His head was still on the pillow, staring at the ceiling.

"Get up here."

You almost gasped at his urgency. He didn't tell you to get out, he told you to get closer.

You started to argue as you were interrupted,

"Now."

You immediately stood up, waddling over to his side of the bed. Simon groaned as you kneeled over him to get to the other side.

He turned to face you; eyes barely open. His hand reached up to your face and wiped the remaining tears away.

"Are you going to tell me what you're doing?" Simon asked, almost sarcastically.

You scooted closer,

"I had a dream you died, I needed to make sure you were still breathing."

He hummed; you swore you even heard him chuckling.

"I'll never die," he said smirking, putting a hand around your cold bicep. Your body was hot wherever he touched you, and all you could do was stare at him.

His hands slowly drifted down your arm, playing with one of your fingers before grabbing your hip gently.

"I'm gonna pretend I'm dreaming, so you can't blame me for touching you."

He whispered so quietly, and it was all you heard. It was all you thought about as he touched you.

You decided you were going to pretend you were dreaming as well, so you snuck your palms up his chest and around his neck.

"Deal," you said, carefully running your hands through his hair as you fell asleep in his embrace.

[atlantis-is-burning]

Dead Boy Detectives Cancelation

So in light of the heartbreaking news of Dead Boy Detectives getting canceled, I decided to write a letter to @netflix It's the first time I've ever felt compelled to reach out to a major company regarding their services but I wanted them to know how much the show means to us as fans and what they're taking away from us by canceling it.

For me, the show was a literal life-saver. Without going into too much detail, I was in a very dark place prior to its release and it was the only thing that helped me through it. That and meeting all of you =)

I don't know what impact it will have, if any, but if you would like to write a letter to Netflix as well letting them know what the show meant to you, I would definitely do so. Our community may be small compared to other fandoms but we are passionate and devoted to this show and they deserve to hear from us.

I've attached the letter below the cut for anyone who would like to read it and believe me, I'm not trying to medal in the tragedy Olympics with the intro, it's just a fact of what happened.

Maybe the show helped you in ways you couldn't imagine. Maybe it made you feel better about yourself or something that occurred in the past. Maybe it was just a fun comfort show for you that you really enjoyed. Whatever the reason, this show brought out the best in people and made the world feel just a little bit kinder for a while and I will never forgive Netflix for taking that away.

To whom it may concern,

On April 29th, I sat down and watched the first episode of the Dead Boy Detectives. 

I had heard good things about the show since its release a few days earlier, that it was fun and campy and easy to watch, but for me I was hoping it would be a distraction. A very close friend of mine passed away without warning on December 30th; she was just there one day and gone the next. The first half of the year was spent helping her family get her affairs in order while trying to process our shared grief and figure out how we could move on without her. 

I didn’t begin to feel like myself again until late March and by then it was only a fraction of who I had been before her passing. So when I sat down and pulled up the first episode of the Dead Boy Detectives, the only goal I had in mind was to pass a few hours watching a silly supernatural mystery show and think about something other than this sense of loss and imbalance that had settled over me.

It was the first time I smiled in nearly three weeks and it was the first time I laughed since December.

I watched the entire series, start to finish, in one night. Then I went back and watched it again the next day. And again a few days later. And for the first time since her passing, I felt like my friend was still there somehow, like we were watching it together. It was exactly the kind of show she would have loved when she was alive, flamboyant and silly with a touch of romance and mystery, so on my fourth rewatch of it, I sat on my couch with a picture of the two of us cradled in my lap, watching a show I know she would have enjoyed and feeling just the tiniest bit of my grief fade.

It was through the Dead Boy Detectives that I found a community online, a group of people who loved the show just as much as I did. We traded theories and ideas about the episodes, we excitedly welcomed new members who had just finished it and encouraged others to watch it in the meantime. We set up forums and threads on Reddit, we messaged each other, we embraced this silly, quirky show so much that it became a safe haven for a lot of us, it became a comfort series. We saw ourselves in this show and these characters and for many of us it gave us a sense of fellowship and belonging in a world where that feels more rare by the day.

And then it got canceled and for many of us, it felt like a slap in the face for the fans.

While I don’t claim to know the metrics on which a show’s success and renewal odds are based or what formula is used to determine ratings, I do know you didn’t see the fandom we created for ourselves because of this show. 

There are artists who make the most breathtaking art pieces you’ve ever seen, writers who bring you to tears with their works, and creators who painstakingly and lovingly created playlists and mood boards for each of the characters, matching them with songs and snippets of poetry that fit so perfectly it felt like it was made for them. There are fans who cosplay so well it looks like they borrowed the costumes directly from the production team and some who make jewelry and charms and trinkets that sell out almost before they complete them.

We engaged with the stars as well, wanting them to know how much we loved the show and these characters and how grateful we were to have watched them. We set up Q&As and asked them questions through Cameo, all the while thanking them for their work in bringing these characters to life. This show meant so much to us and we wanted them to know just what an impact they had had on more people than they ever could have imagined.

We were well aware of Netflix’s reputation of canceling shows based on poor viewership so we went in and organized weekly watch parties in an effort to increase the number of new viewers. We promoted it on Facebook and Twitter and Instagram, creators made videos for it on TikTok, and we created an entirely new tag on social media to bring more attention to this show we all loved so much.

Early on, there were several comments from people who said they were hesitant to even watch it; they had been burned before and didn’t want to get deeply involved with a new show that would turn into yet another “one season wonder.” We did our best to reassure them and convince them that this time it would be different; it wouldn’t be like all the shows that had been cut down before it could ever really develop. Since it was tied in with DC and The Sandman Universe, we promised them that maybe this time we could save it, maybe this time it would be enough.

And it was still canceled.

On Friday, August 30th, ten minutes after the news broke that Dead Boy Detectives had been canceled, I canceled my Netflix subscription. Netflix was the first streaming service I ever signed up for and today it is the only streaming service I have ever canceled. And, after watching the fallout in our little online community, watching the actual grief people were experiencing because of the cancellation, and scrolling through pages upon pages of outraged fans who swore they would never watch another program on Netflix and vowed to cancel their subscription that day, I can see that my decision was justified.

You have no idea the impact this show had on its viewers and you have no idea the impact you had when you took it away. We had people admit that the show helped them come to terms with their sexuality, helped them process deep-seated trauma, helped them love and accept themselves for who they were. We knew the Dead Boy Detectives would never be a runaway hit like Stranger Things or Bridgerton but we hoped and prayed that it would stick around just a little while longer, that we could enjoy these characters and their stories for even one more season before they were gone for good. 

For you it may have been just a silly little ghost show that was little more than a blip on the radar but for a lot of us it was so much more than that, it meant so much more than that.

I am under no illusions that this email will make a difference or that it will bring the show back from cancellation but I wanted you to know what an incredible and amazingly talented fandom you are leaving behind in its wake. These are people who put their heart and soul into the art they create and the words they put on paper and all we wanted was a chance to see that continue.

We are tired of being drawn into a program and falling in love with the characters with no guarantee that our viewership and involvement actually means anything. We are tired of begging for complex characters and the representation we crave in media only to have the rug jerked out from under us once we finally get it. We are tired of hoping and praying and campaigning to save a show that should easily be renewed for several seasons or, at the very least, a season two. 

We are tired of feeling like we’re being taken advantage of as fans, that the passion and excitement we have toward these shows and their stars, the kind of involvement you claim to want, is dismissed with little regard toward the fans of the show itself.

We are your audience and we are tired.

We will continue to love and cherish this show and these characters, without your involvement, and give them a much longer life than they ever had on your platform. This show, the cast and crew, and the fans deserve better than what you gave them and I hope you understand the tremendous amount of talent and passion you’re throwing away in your fan base.

With regards,

-M

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

So what is the sleeping arrangements for the Toys since there is around 80 some of them being very tall in a kinda cramp house

And let’s not forget that there are issues with Toys with each other like DogDay(the Best Boy) with the Mini Critters you can guess why, along with CatNap, plus CatNap with Mommy Long Legs

So definitely issues

I talked about this with my beautiful and amazing partner and completely forgot about responding this ask! Okay, so:

During the first few months post-factory escape, the toys are all living in Angel's super small house. Things are cramped and only get worse after the authorities find the remaining smiling critters, still alive although all really pretty beat up. For this house, the sleeping arrangements are... Complicated.

We have a kitching, living room, Angel's single bedroom, bathroom and laundry room. With this setup, we have:

Huggy Wuggy, PJ Pug-a-Pillar and the mini huggies make a giant cuddle pile in the living room, where the rest of the smaller toys sleep.

Mommy Long Legs gets the couch because unlike the others she isn't made of pure fluff. The mini critters use her as a pillow.

Catnap is always awake during night time, keeping an eye out for intruders, so when he's doing his "patrol" the mini critters occupy his corner in the living room, waiting for him to come back. During daytime that corner is where he stays at taking naps.

Kissy Missy, Poppy and Dogday use Angel's room. Angel themself is always sleeping close to a different toy because everyone wants their attention.

Bunzo is ALWAYS sleeping next to Angel, he doesn't care, he's Baby and has bad separation anxiety.

Miss Delight grabs a cushion and sleeps in the kitchen because she's too used to sleeping alone and she's a bit paranoid at first. With time, some of the smaller toys start using her as pillow, after she allows them to do that.

When the other Smiling Critters finally start leaving the hospital, the arrangement changes to fit everyone.

Hoppy, Boxy Boo and Bubba go to Angel's room.

Huggy and the mini huggies sleep in the laundry room because they're all super flexible and love the cramped space. Angel doesn't like that at all but can't do much about it.

Kickin, Crafty and Bobby make a cuddle pile in the living room.

Picky goes to sleep in the kitchen because she can't bear staying close to the other critters after she ate pieces of them in order to survive.

When Angel finally finds the farm house, everyone basically speedruns moving out. There's a LOOOOT of bickering about who gets which room to sleep with whom, but I think the final arrangement is this:

Poppy, Kissy, Bobby and Crafty in their own #noboysallowed shared bedroom.

Huggy + the mini huggies, PJ and Bunzo in their own #nogirlsallowed (except Hoppy because she's really cool) room. This is also technically Boxy Boo's room but he has nightmares when he isn't sleeping next to Hoppy.

Hoppy, Mommy Long Legs and Piggy, even though Piggy sleeps more in the living room for the first few months. Some small toys also live in their own corner of the room here.

Bubba and Miss Delight, because they're the only ones who Get how the other works when it comes to room organization. Delight also sleeps in the living room for the first few months at first, and she and Picky become best friends during that time period.

The mini critters and small toys share a room that's also technically Catnap's, but he sleeps more at Prototype's hut than in there.

Dogday and Kickin have their own room! It's right next to Hoppy's, with she often also sleeping with them thanks to her nightmares.

Angel has their own room in theory because they're always sleeping in someone else's room. The toys still fight over their attention, rip.

Prototype has his own hut, and there's a place just for Catnap in there.

The farm house has some other rooms as well that are all repurposed into things like a small study room, a play room, etc. One room is left empty for when people come over to visit. This room is what becomes Catnap and Dogday's future room as well!

Prototype uses Angel's room to sleep when there's a thunder storm outside. Angel is afraid of him getting struck by lightning and their room is in the middle of the house where they can look out for the other toys, so Proto feels safest in ehre.