#couch theory is alive and well

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[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

[buddiesystempod]

🔗: 9-1-1 Couch Theory (Buddie System’s Version)

I say, “Can you believe it?” as we’re lying on the couch, “the Buddie canon we can see it, yes, yes, we can see it now!” 😍

This week 🛋️ Couch Theory takes center stage as Han, Cil, and Rachel take you on a whimsical journey through the concept that has captured the imagination of 🫂 Buddie fans since Season 6.

From the 🛋️ couch that symbolizes relationships to the 🪑 chair that represents his newfound independence, we unravel how Buck's choices (or lack thereof) reflect his emotional journey.  In a trademark iconic moment, 🤣 Christopher points out Buck's lack of a couch, signaling a deeper commentary on adulthood and responsibility. Buck's inability to choose a couch mirrors 🪞 his seemingly endless challenge in choosing the 🤷 *right* partners, and we follow the invisible strings 🧵 tying parallels between his relationships with Eddie and his romantic partners, and how these dynamics play out on the couch. 

We 🔎 explore how the couch serves as a metaphor for 🧑🏼‍🤝‍🧑🏽 intimacy, family dynamics, and emotional distance, highlighting key moments when Buck and Eddie navigate their feelings for each other and their roles as co-parents. Don’t worry, 😉 there is plenty of couch symbolism for Eddie as well—the Buddies discuss how his proximity and position on the couch mirror his emotional state and his struggles with acceptance and belonging.

Whether you're a die-hard fan or a casual viewer, this exploration of 🛋️ Couch Theory brings new dimensions to understanding Buck and Eddie and their intertwined lives, and inspires a look back on your favorite moments with fresh eyes, leaving you eagerly anticipating the next chapter of their stories. 🙂‍↕️

In our thorough 🕵️ investigation we uncover this underlying truth: sometimes, the best couch is the one right under your nose, waiting for you to sit down and get comfortable. So grab your snacks, 🍿🥤 settle in, and join us for a deep dive of Buck’s 🤯 psyche via furniture!

[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 over the previous couch theory from s6, 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 asking 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. Why? I still don't know to be honest with you.

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.

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. He's comfortable on it and can sleep, something Buck has never been able to do. 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 and calm down. Not saying too much about it but I wanted to point it out, once again.

Where it gets interesting, you know it, is when Buck arrives. Buck, who's just been dumped and once again goes to Eddie 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. Eddie is always here for him when he's not okay, he's his constant. See how the colors are warm, golden? It screams safe. It screams home.

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, 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 as fucking always, but let's not get into that.

(Look at his little basket, his bread all wrapped up. Buck, you're everything.)

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 when they never did, 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 goes 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 an 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 - 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 to 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 @/tinybuckish).

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!

[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.

[missdynamighttt]

random idea: the paparazzi take photos of Bakugou while he is naked in the courtyard of his mansion. The photos are viral all around the world, trends everywhere (imagine PopCrave tweeting about that, lol). The it tophic with the most viral tweet exceeds 600,000 likes since obviously what caught the most attention was the immense, almost inhuman Bakugou's cock size: almost 8 inches without even being hard. The only question everyone is asking is how the hell it will be while being hard.

But Bakugou is surprisingly chill about this, proud even. He logs into his Twitter account for the first time ever, which was created and managed by his public relations team (I don't know how it's called) and simply tweets:

"My wife owns that." The bastard even has it pinned on his profile. It doesn't take long for it to be his most liked tweet and with the time reach one million likes. Other weeks of trends about him...But also about his girl. She's lucky asf.

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ SHAMELESS KATSUKI ENJOYERRR!! happy chinese new year to anyone who celebrates it btw 💜💜

you storm into the living room, phone clutched in your hand, cheeks burning as you glare at your husband lounging on the couch, scrolling through his own phone like he didn’t just set the internet on fire over his soft, 8 inch dick.

“you—” you point at him accusingly, eyes wild. “you absolute fucking bastard.”

katsuki glances up from his phone, his expression is the definition of being so fucking smug. “what is it, sweetheart?”

“oh, i don't know, katsuki. maybe its the fact that the entire world just saw your dick, and instead of just, oh, i don’t know, taking legal action or being embarrassed, you tweeted—” you glance at your phone to quote him exactly, voice going pitches higher with each word. “‘my wife owns that.’ and pinned it.”

his lips twitch, but he keeps it cool. “and?"

you gape at him. “and?! katsuki, the world has seen you naked! and instead of being mad or contacting your pr team about this, you’re out here, tweeting this shit, like you’re proud of it!”

his smirk only widens. “tch, ‘cause i am proud.” he leans back, stretching, muscles flexing like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “not my fault the whole world can’t handle what you get every night.”

your brain short-circuits. “oh my god.”

you knew he was shameless, but this? this is a whole new level. and what makes it worse are the comments. thousands of people speculating, thirsting, straight-up praying to be in your place.

you whimper dramatically. “the comments, katsuki. the comments.”

he tilts his head, feigning innocence. “what about ‘em?”

“people keep saying i must be the luckiest woman alive,” you mutter, glancing at other tweets with an ungodly number of likes, like ”his wife must be the happiest woman on earth” or "the girl must’ve saved a nation in her past life", followed by an entire thread of inappropriate lewd theories (some were true).

katsuki snickers. “well, they ain’t wrong.”

you slap his arm, face on fire. “stop! have you really no shame?"

“none,” he grins before finally putting his phone down, sitting up, his arms resting on his knees. “why? you mad, sugar?”

“no! i mean—well, i should be! do you have any idea what people are saying about me?"

“yeah, they’re saying you’re lucky as fuck. and they’re right.”

you groan, rubbing your temples in frustration. “they’re also saying things like ‘she must be getting split in half every night’ or ‘"his wife must be in heaven every night'."

he throws his head back in a full laugh. “good. let ‘em know.”

you smack his arm. “katsuki!”

he chuckles and reaches for you, catching your wrist and tugging you down onto his lap with such ridiculous ease. “why’re you gettin’ so worked up, huh? it’s the truth.” his voice drops lower as he leans in. “and they don’t even know half of it.”

you groan, burying your face again in his chest. “i hate you.”

“nah,” he murmurs, nipping at your neck. “you know you love me, sugar.”

and damn it, you do. but you’ll never admit it right now—not when he's kissing you down your neck, pressing what the internet has been buzzing about against your damp panties. especially not when he’s being the most shameless, loving husband on the planet.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Not so Fake

Masterlist

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 )

[delopsia]

All Over the Road by Easton Corbin never fails to make Rhett hard after you gave him roadhead while it was playing.

...did I leave my notes and the login to my Spotify out in the open? I have had this exact thought about that song more times than I can count 😂

All Over The Road is one of those songs Rhett has heard a million and one times, but he's never really paid it much attention until the day you get bored and scoot into the middle of the bench seat. Running your hand over his thigh, your head coming to rest against his shoulder. Innocent as can be until your touch travels just a little bit higher...

"'m drivin?" He says it like a question, those blue eyes softening at the feel of your palm running over the growing bulge in his jeans.

"You know how to pay attention to the road," you hum, and that's the last thing he remembers you saying before the lyrics of the song began to loop through his head.

In theory, that should be a memory that only comes about when he's thinking about that specific day or when he's desperate and alone in the truck, missing the hell out of you.

Then that damn song comes on while he's driving out through the field, and all of a sudden, he's bouncing his leg. Hoping, praying that he can take his mind off of that vivid memory before it gets out of hand.

But no matter what he does, Rhett just can't seem to pry himself from the memory of your soft lips wrapped around his cock, your cute tongue twisting around his tip in lazy little motions that had him struggling to hold onto the steering wheel. The way his vision blurred when you giggled around him.

The worst part about all of this is that you know full well what you've done; figured it out the moment you watched him stiffen at the melody.

And you exploit the hell out of it.

Sneaking it into playlists where a country song has no business being, if only to spark a reaction. Humming the melody while you're on the couch, directly across from his parents, your eyes downright eating him alive while his momma talks about one of her recipes. Sporadically texting him one of the lyrics while you're standing in a crowded room. It never loses it's charm.

So when that song starts playing on the radio one night, on a long drive back from an out of state rodeo, and you scoot into the middle seat. Rhett knows he's a goner.

[shegatsby]

Heyy,

Hope you are doing well! If you are still open for Hannibal requests, can I request an NBC Hannibal x reader (preferably female or undisclosed) one-shot or headcanons where the reader is a doctor?

Maybe they met at a mutual friend gathering or some sort of event, and there is a medical emergency, so the reader immediately jumps in to stabilise the situation. Such boldness gets Hannibal really interested in her.

~♡~

A/N: HI GUYS! I'm in my prime era. Not me posting everyday lol. Thank you guys so much for your support, love you all. xxx

After working for 18 hours shift Y/N couldn’t even remember how she managed to drive home and threw herself on the soft couch but she woke up on it, in her scrubs, her hair a mess and a dry mouth. She coughed really hard and slowly sat, her head in her palms. She loved her job, she loved helping people that’s why she choose to work in a State hospital instead of a private one. If she worked at a private one her life would be much easier, however she wanted to help people who didn’t have resources to get the treatments, medicine they desperately needed. Over time she got famous for providing medicine without asking any money, talking to other doctors to help patients etc.

She huffed as she stood up, thankfully today was hers and hers only, Y/N had her everything shower, hair masks, face masks, body scrubs, oils and everything. It took her at least 45 minutes but she enjoyed every second of it. Later, she had a late brunch which consisted of bacon and eggs, avocado paste on a warm bread and coffee. She watched her favorite show to laugh a bit. It was The Big Bang Theory. Her day was going great until she had a phone call from a dear friend, Jack Crawford.

The situation was urgent, she knew that the FBI was chasing a killer whose victims were young women in their 20s, Jack called her to tell her that the killer left a living victim behind in the forest, thankfully a woodworker had found her and called 911. Now the poor girl was being transported to the hospital and Jack asked if she could go and check up on her, he added;

 ‘’You’re the only doctor I trust.’’

She was on her couch, reading a classic when she had the call, it was Jack and she couldn’t say no to him so she immediately got dressed. She wore a black skirt, a white turtle neck, she quickly put on her make-up and left. ‘’I’ll only be there to check up on the patient and that’s it.’’ She said to herself as she was driving to the hospital, ‘’And then I’ll go back home.’’

She was greeted by Alana Bloom, Jack had introduced her to Alana and Will before, they became good friends over time but a tall man standing next to Alana was a stranger to her. ‘’Hello Doctor Y/L/N.’’ the man said, extending his hand, the first thing she noticed was how controlled he was. She shook his big hand, ‘’Hello, I’m sorry have we met before?’’ she had to ask, he smiled but it was a small one. ‘’I’m afraid not. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, a psychiatrist who helps your friend Jack Crawford.’’ She nodded, ‘’We’re on the same page then.’’

Together they rode the elevator to the floor where the alive victim being kept, the floor was completely empty, there were two guards at the door. As they entered Jack stood up to greet her, ‘’Thank you so much for coming Y/N.’’ he said, ‘’How could I refuse you Jack.’’ She said as they hugged. Her attention went to the girl laying on the bed, her skin pale as porcelain, her long black hair covering the white pillow like the pit of a dark well. She was sleeping, a weary expression on her pretty face, She had an IV bag on her right, as she observed she had no idea a certain maroon deducing her profoundly. ‘’Here.’’ Jack gave her the reports of the girl. ‘’I want you to be her doctor Y/N.’’

Y/N was shocked, ‘’What do you mean? You asked me to check her vitals and give her doctor my thoughts…’’

Jack seemed uncomfortable, ‘’Y/N, this girl was almost killed and the killer will learn soon enough that he couldn’t finish the job so he’ll most likely come after her.’’ He started explaining, ‘’I want you to be her doctor, when she is recovered physically Hannibal will take over, giving her sessions till she is fully stabilized and free of trauma.’’

Y/N knew Jack just wouldn’t ask her to check up on the patient, ‘’Here I am thinking I have the day off.’’ She rolled up her sleeves, ‘’Don’t worry, I’ll be her doctor and babysitter.’’

Jack knew she would understand, ‘’Thank you, I knew I could trust you. Hannibal also will keep you company just in case if she wakes up we need him to sooth her.’’ With that Y/N turned to face Doctor Lecter, his maroon eyes regarded her deeply, she only nodded. They all left leaving her with Hannibal.

She was reading the file Jack had left, every detail about the killings, the pictures and medical reports were there, ‘’He is active.’’ She found herself saying and then she looked up, ‘’Sorry, I’m just… criminals fascinate me.’’ And then she went back to the reports but Hannibal, turned to her on the arm chair, ‘’How come?’’ he asked casually but he was intrigued. She look up from the papers, ‘’I had criminal psychology lessons when I was studying and.. the way they think, behave, very interesting to study. What are your thoughts on our killer Doctor?’’ she asked, ‘’I am sure you have created a profile by now.’’

With this question Hannibal made his posture more dominant, ‘’Yes, I have.’’ And he began to explain, ‘’The killer has an obsession for beauty in women, he is going after them to cover up what he lacks.’’ It got her attention, ‘’Which is?’’ Hannibal noticed the shimmer in her eyes, ‘’Beauty. I believe he has a deformity, maybe on his face or his body I am not sure yet but once the FBI catches him we’ll have more information. If you want… I can arrange a prison meeting because I will be there frequently to guide the interviews.’’ His offer made her heart beat faster, she had always wanted something like this, ‘’I would love to Doctor, thank you.’’ And then Hannibal asked for her email and phone number which she gladly gave. In the mean time they started to hear beep sounds from the machines, Y/N bolted to her feet to rush, the girl was awake and having an attack, she checked her vitals, they were rising crazy and she pressed the red button to call a nurse, thankfully the nurse rushed in quickly, Y/N listed the injections she needed and the nurse with skill full hands had them ready, Hannibal was watching the scene from the corner, he didn’t want to intrude and let her do her job. She was so calm and determined that Hannibal found himself wanting to get to know her on a more personal level. She was knowledgeable and had a curious mind which was rare to find these days. Once the girl calmed down and her vitals were stable Hannibal watched her thank the nurse, he had never seen something like this before. The nurse smiled and nodded and left them alone.

‘’Miss Y/L/N, would you like to have dinner with me.. at my house?’’ he asked with a calm tone, his hands in his pockets. She smiled warmly, ‘’Sure.’’

Thank you for reading. :)

[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. :)

[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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[buddiesystempod]

Be honest, how many of us had Couch Theory Revival on your Season 8 BINGO cards? 🤣

Make some noise! 🥳 Our Couch Theory Special is lined up for Thursday 1/30!

[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!

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[maladyinpink]

Hi, longtime lurker here, been writing for a long time but never brave enough to post, but- BUT, I got very inspired by this prompt and ideas by @ghostlychill and @rosieknows , and thought I'd finally come out of the woodwork by spinning a LONG fluffy tale of woe of what, PRAY TELL, could happen after Sins/mas and the New year 🙈🤷‍♀️...so uh, not entirely sure how to do this, nervy as hell 😐...but here goes 🤗 Agh, hope anyone who reads this enjoys.

💗

CW: Snz, Illness, emotional pain/comfort, depictions of depression, loss and my man Sto/las just goin' through it, but Bli/tzø is there every step of the way. Oh! And a few explicit shameless puns 😈...

The Imp and The Owl

A few days after the holiday celebration and passing of the new year in the Pentagram, the apartment, lit by the red morning light, still smelled of stale snacks that'd been left out by those too drunk to finish them. And Stolas, once again, found himself curled-up on the worn-out purple striped couch, talons just barely resting over the side.

During the first couple days, he'd slept, only because he was so exhausted. But since the confrontation at the palace, he'd been up most nights with an old friend that usually went away with medication: Insomnia. And...he'd happened to have been without medication as of late, for a few weeks. As he carelessly rushed out of the house to rescue an imp at the brink of death in Hell's biggest courtroom. And he'd only gotten them back when...Octavia had given them back to him.

Several hours ago, still sluggishly awake in the middle of the night, he'd tried to take a shower. He could barely fit into it, banging his temple on the shower head by standing, settling for sitting in the tub where he cradled his legs close and cried. In theory, the hot water would've potentially helped him fall asleep. Only in fucking theory, apparently.

Now his feathers, wet and wiry, were still air drying, now a muted shade of their former midnight glory and streaked with shocks of grey. And he still tossed and turned under the pony print fleece blankets. Oh well, he'd never got much sleep anyway, even in the palace.

He'd already made peace with himself that some of these things would drive him crazy, and that life without privilege would just take some getting used to. The fact of the matter was that things could've been worse. Blitzø would have died. The image of the axe coming that close to the imps neck still haunted him, the horrified looks of his onlooking family.

He was alive and well though, snoring through the night on a beanbag, surrounded by his horse plushies. Stolas found himself smiling, resisting stroking and pecking the imp's horns to soothe as he babbled a little in his sleep, then he stopped. They'd yet to talk about their embrace at the palace after he'd saved Stolas from the ice hydra. Something real was finally blossoming between them. At what cost? Immense loss and sacrifice.

He'd live amongst the civilian hellborn and sinners, earn a wage to survive, living as a commoner, starting from scratch. Potentially, finally, have a real relationship worth working for. All that, he could endure. But the chance of never seeing his daughter again while she suffered cruel negligence at the hands of Andrealphus and her mother. He wouldn't be there for her birthdays, her holidays. Even just the casual greetings in the morning, he'd taken for granted. And as she approached possible ascension to the throne, she had no real guidance or reassurance, for the next 100 years. Whether she would choose to confide in him about that or anything in the future, remained to be seen. She'd cut him off. It was unbearable. And he knew it was his own fault.

As a parent himself, Blitzø had been trying to reassure Stolas that Octavia didn't hate him, the girl was 17, she needed space and time to process. And unfortunately, he had 100 long years of both. With that ever heavy and present in mind, he did his best with immense difficulty to just physically rise in the morning.

He yawned out a little screech and craned his neck toward the kitchen, hearing rustling through cabinets. Loona seemed to be taking a crack at cooking this morning for a change while Blitzø was showering. He hadn't noticed either of them rise or pass by. Had lack of sleep left him that disoriented? Stolas had yet to smell anything smoky or burning, so it was a good sign. Stolas realized though he couldn't smell much of anything at all.

"Yo..." Loona waved a paw with a spatula, briskly over her shoulder when she'd noticed he was awake. She was never a morning person it seemed.

He'd meant to reply a polite good morning to the hell-hound. But all that came out first through his beak was a chirpy stifled sneeze. 

"Nght-tchoo!"

"Ah, Sorry...G-good morning, Loona, dear." He tried to force out, his voice cracking as his throat felt as though it was filled with stinging nettles. Oh no. 

Loona's ear twitched and she looked over her shoulder as if something occurred to her at the tiny sound, before a tender look crossed her harsh features. She set the spatula down and padded closer to the couch. "Morning...You okay, old man?"

Stolas' laugh came out as a weak cough and he lied to save face. "Y-yes quite alright, I think I'm just...tired...Barely waking is all." Placating came easy.

Loona's eyes narrowed, but she didn't want to push or argue with him, "Right, well we've got a few choices for breakfast, if you don't like eggs... You eat bacon?" she walked back over to the freezer to relay options, "Shit, Looks like we still got-...Toaster doodles? Blitzø fuckin' goes nuts for these...What kind'ya want?"

Stolas forced himself to smile as he read the colorful boxes she held up. Cunnilingonberry CreamPie...Lemon Frottage Cheese...BukCake Batter (Now With More Sprinkles!)...Hard to believe there were more, he could barely pay attention to her mumbling of which one 'didn't totally suck' as his head was pounding.

"I mean, once you get past the weird dick shape-"

"Whatever you're making is fine, dear. I'm sure it'll be delightful." His voice was quiet and trailed off into little stifled coughs into his shoulder that he hoped would not draw any attention. It seemed to have worked for the moment as she hesitated, but turned back to her sizzling bacon with a less than convinced nod.

The sound of the shower shut off, and a moment later, the bathroom door creaked open with steam. Blitzø walked out, in a long sleeve and jeans, still rubbing his horns dry with a towel. He made his way into the kitchen, laying the towel on one of the dining room chairs. And spotting his daughter, he couldn't resist the urge to give her a quick, loving squeeze around her hind leg.

"What the-...Jesus!...Dad!"

"Good Mornin' to you too, Loonie-Toonie! Oop- Look at you, makin' breakfast, how sweet!"

Loona always rolled her eyes at him, it was like muscle memory. She was usually dismissive around the imp's affection, but she couldn't help the brief smirk that tugged up under her snout. Then she nodded towards the couch with a silent look beckoning Blitzø to say something.

Blitzø followed her gaze, immediately noticing the way Stolas held his head in his hand, seemingly spasming with stifled coughs. "Uh…Hey," he said, walking over, to gently approach, "You sleep okay?"

A little startled, Stolas squawked and looked up, feigning a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, he looked down, "Oh dear! Um, yes, Good Morning..."

"Shit Stolas...Did you sleep...like at all?"

"I'm fine, Blitzø." Stolas tried to reassure, firmer this time, maybe even a little annoyed.

"...In what universe?"

Blitzø awkwardly winced and sat on the edge of the couch, his eyes wide, reaching toward the owl "...Shit, If I can remember, you fancy fucks run warm anyways, but you look…not great, no offense-...hold up a sec, 'kay?"

"Blitzø, you must understand, I did try!...Nght'ktchht! Ehkkschtt! Shit-...Oh, Heavens, excuse me."

The fight was needless and only made things worse. Stolas winced and shook his head wearily, his eyes closing with relief as he felt the coolness of Blitzø's claws grazing across on his forehead and cheeks.

"Shhh, you're burnin' up like Satan's taint," Blitzø said, his concern etched into his voice. "Let's see what we got in here." He toddled away and disappeared into the bathroom and returned with two thermometers, one standard oral and the other a bit more...intimate, seemingly debating. Stolas deadpanned.

"Sorry...know you're not into that right now," he quipped, holding up the rectal thermometer with a smirk before tossing it aside to grab the oral one, "Alrighty, Stolas, open wide, and I do mean your beak."

Stolas couldn't help but laugh a little, "Ever the charmer," he said, taking the thermometer and popping it into his beak, lisping with his mouth full "You find thish truly necesshary, Blitsh?"

While they waited for the thermometer to beep, Blitzø took extra note of the dark circles under all four eyes "You're definitely comin' down with somethin'," he said, his voice laced with a hint of worry. "Immune system must be shot to shit with everything that's happened."

The triple beep pierced the quiet, and Stolas held up the thermometer, 108.3." I suppose...that's not a good sign."

"Nope," he said, his voice tight, "It's a sign your feathered ass is gonna stay on the couch today."

This earned Blitzø a dramatic, uncharacteristic groan, like a teenager almost. Stolas face planted into the pillow on the couch and croaked out:

"Fuck."  

And it'd been making the imp smile a little every time. Not that he was enjoying Stolas' misery. Not at all. He'd just found he got a cute little kick out of…well, watching the former prince adapt from sudden loss of privilege. He was gradually letting his walls down, and would be informal, sometimes blissfully crass, completely abandoning the posh.

Stolas had never felt so weak before. Not like this. Even in the rare moments he'd fallen ill at the palace. Is this truly what the common cold with a low grade fever felt like to every other lower-station creature? But he supposed the stress and missing his medication for a bit would make everything worse.

"I am so sorry." The wall came back up.

Blitzø's eyes snapped to a rigid Stolas, his smile dropping at the apology. "Stolas?...What the fuck for?"

"For...everything, burdening you with this, I don't want to be a hindrance or worrisome to you, I'm making things especially difficult and I apologize." Stolas mumbled and gave the imp a funny feeling in his chest.

"Hey! Don't you go spoutin' nonsense on me. I mean...Sure, I know things are hard now," Blitzø stated firmly.

"B-but YOU, YOU are NOT difficult, Stolas, and you're not a burden, you're one of us and we take care of our own in this household, ain't that right Loonie?" Loona made a short affirmative noise in the kitchen, bringing with her, her plate of bacon and another full of…frankly phallic looking pastries, but otherwise sugary and delectable. And Stolas was…famished. The hell-hound put it on the coffee table in front of the pair.

"Uh...the ones with Sprinkles always make me feel better or whatever." Blitzø looked touched as he recognized his usually withdrawn daughter was trying to be warm.

"Huh…Um, thank you, Loona." Stolas murmured, his four eyes lighting up slightly.

"Thank you, Sweetie...Could ya do one more thing for your Dad and call M&M?...while I take care of this one?...Just tell 'em I'm takin' the day. I know we've been busy, but Mox can handle the paperwork."

Loona nodded and disappeared into her bedroom with her phone and her breakfast. Stolas' feathers fluffed in protest at the thought of Blitzø missing out on valuable clients…for him? Absolutely not. Preposterous.

"Oh! Wait, no! It's quite alright. You don't have to do that," Stolas babbled, trying to push himself upright with a grimace. "I'm really not worth upheaving an entire day, don't be ridiculous, truly I can manage, really, I ju-....I- Ah fucki-...Nght'tchiew!...Oh Lucife-...EEHk'hoo!…IIIdht'hoo!...HIH'Itsh'tchiew!"

The protest ended with another long fit of hooty sneezes that got harsher as they came out. The imp rubbed the Goetia's back as he was a little incapacitated at the moment.

"Stolas Liste-...Uh, Bless you...Listen, I just want to take care a ya, s'that shit hard to believe?" Blitzø started with a gentle rub on Stolas' shoulder.

Stolas paused with a telling look, until another sneeze bent him in half. "Ehh'Krrt'chiew!"

Blitzø spoke gently as Stolas continued to sneeze, unlike his usual punchy tamber, "That's...That's fair, Bless you, Look, it's no trouble, you're obviously not fine...Jesus, Bless you!...Um- Bless you. You're kinda just proving my point here. So, I recommend no more bullshittin', and just...Bless you- taking it easy. Just lay back, relax…"

"Heh…Dhhh…EHD'RRTCH'schiew!- Lords!" 

"Christ on a stick, Bless you! That was a big one! 

"-Jtsh'hiew!...Ekk'krrtch'hoo!"

"Oh my Sat- Would ya just-... lemme finish?"

He looked up at Stolas who stood adorably shaking like a cartoon character, wide-eyed with a finger under his beak to curb the bursts.

"Ack, Sorry...I'm no doctor, but you've got a cold. I'm sure we got some decongestant round here somewhere, we'll just have ya chug that and lay about awhile and watch shitty TV...Sound doable?"

Stolas nodded weakly and looked over to a tissue box on the end table that the imp hastily grabbed and held up, "Oop- Yeah, here, blow your beak...You are soundin' real stuffy."

After a few more sniffles, Stolas managed to clear his throat and sit up, seemingly trying to regain composure, his feathers ruffled. "No shit, Ack-...Sorry, thank you..." he corrected himself.

"No problem, you're sick, you're allowed to bitch a little." Blitzø quipped, he didn't seem to mind and stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter. He grabbed a mug and started filling it with water, "How's about some tea?"

"Do you...have tea?"

Blitzø rolled his eyes, "Well, nothin' fancy...I'm sure Loona won't mind if we have some of her Chai, sharing is caring and all that jazz."

Stolas nodded, blushing at the gesture. "Hm, Lovely."

Blitzø gave a nod, "Dig in, don't hold back on my account...those CreamPie doodles are the shit! Save a couple for me, 'kay?"

He smiled as he set a beat up kettle on the stove and fiddled with a box of teabags. Stolas, eyes suddenly curious and childlike at the Toaster Doodles, took a hesitant bite of flaky sugar-kissed goodness and found they were… heavenly.

"Mmm!"

Loona emerged from her room and pawed a pastry from the plate, her phone in her other paw to her ear, "...Well, he says to just deal with it and-...Okay, okay! Jesus! Bitch, I got it!...Uh, sorry, yeah...Yeah, that'd be nice actually, thanks...I'll tell 'em, yeah…Alright, thanks, I'll be there soon."

She hung up and announced, "Moxxie says he'll swing by with soup later, says they'll take care of the next client...It should be an easy hit, but Millie sounded…kinda tired?...So I said I'd go with 'em as back up on this one...that okay?"

Blitzø nodded as he put the kettle on, "Initiative is always okay in my book, Baby! I owe ya one...just be safe? An' tell Moxxie, I'll beat his ass if he skips the paperwork? Take your knives. Ya got the crystal?"

Loona rolled her eyes, "Yeah yeah, Dad, I got it…Might go out later, I'll text ya." She bit into the pastry in her paw, wincing at the sound of Stolas' coughing on his own from the living room. She swallowed and whispered, "Take care of him, okay?"

"We'll be fine...love you." Blitzø promised, scampering up her shoulder to plant a kiss on her forehead before she could protest and jumping down before she dashed out the door.

Stolas was wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, noticing that his vision was blurred. He hadn't even realized he'd started crying...again. It'd been happening off and on, sporadically without much control. The possibility that Octavia would never want to see him again. He wished to kiss Via's forehead again, share tea and pastries with her, tell her to have a good day on a mundane morning. His brave Starfire.

"Heeere ya go," Blitzø said, handing over a steaming mug of tea and sat down next to Stolas with his own.

Stolas took the mug with a nod, he took a tentative sip, letting the warm liquid soothe his throat. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice quiet.

Blitzø's expression softened and he seemed to notice the depressed bird needed a distraction, his eyes flicking to the TV. "Alright, let's get to the good shit," He suggested, picking up the remote and flipping through the channels. "Ah, new season of Hell-A-Novela just came out...or we could watch-"

Still teary, the owl took another depressed bite of a third Toaster Doodle to medicate the pain with sugar, as he sighed with a watery smile,  "I don't find I really care right now what we-" He swallowed,

"...Y-You watch Hell-A-Novela?" Seems you learned new things everyday, that could be added on the list under the imp's horse obsession.

Blitzø shrugged, and Stolas' eyes widened in surprise, "How could I not, the main character is an Alejandro, he doesn't deserve that fake bitch Gabriella though...I'm hopin' she has a twin sister or one of them gets amnesia, so they can quit this will-they/won't-they shtick." Flipping through the streaming platforms and titles, Ka-tHulu, Voxflix, Azathoth Prime, LooLoo+.

"...On the contrary, I found her flawed character arc refreshing, and very...relatable...I liked her."

Blitzø turned to look at Stolas, knowing he'd started to win him over, with a Rainbow sprinkled doodle in his mouth, he rolled his eyes and countered, "Really? Stols c'mon...she fuckin' threw herself at him, after 2 seasons, they still aren't together?"

Stolas hesitated, "Well...perhaps it is a slow burn...annoying at times, but that is the point, yes? The pathos and stakes, keeps one watching." He rubbed his eyes, sipped his tea and finished a lemony pastry.

Blitzø chuckled, and waved Stolas off, "Eh, I wouldn't go that far for this shit. Sometimes, I just want to see a fuckin' steamy ass scene, just you know, to keep me...inspired."

"I rather think you're very... inspired...sometimes."

Stolas managed a tiny, cheeky smirk, taking another sip of his tea. Blitzø was next to him, scrolling through the channels with a knowing smile and a shake of his head. The bird-brain still managed to stroke his ego and still had a sense of humor about him in this sorry state.

"Okay…C'mere, you! Pick somethin'!" The imp surprised Stolas by opening his arm and beckoning for him to scoot closer to come cuddle, still looking at the TV.

Both of them stiffened for a moment, Stolas was unsure if he'd misread the signal and when Blitzø saw how nervous the owl looked, the feeling was contagious. Tentatively, Stolas shuffled closer. They'd both been far more intimate than this before. What was the problem? He let out a small, awkward chirp as he leaned into Blitzø's side, and found himself nuzzling his beak into the crook of the imp's neck just under his horns. He pulled away to glance up, letting out a nervous laugh that unfortunately was sounding quite congested. And looking up, he found Blitzø was blushing as well, quite fiercely.

"Was that...I am sorry, is it quite alright if I-"

"-Uh, I'm fine if you're fine. Shit's fine, we're both f-fine." Blitzø pacified, but sounded a little uncertain himself, cutting off Stolas' words. He took the mug of tea out of Stolas' hand, placing it safely on the coaster, before he gently wrapped his arms around the Owl and raked his claws across his back. Stolas felt like he was going to burn up any moment, mostly from the raging blush in his cheeks, nevermind the fever. The imp's tail snaked around his frame and pulled him in closer, nestling Stolas' head against his chest.

"Just uh…lemme take care of ya." He whispered, pressing a kiss on top of Stolas' head.

"Thank you, darling" he melted out, the warmth of the blanket and Blitzø's embrace helping him to relax slightly. Blitzø reached up and pulled down the horse-shoe throw blanket to cover the Bird's lanky frame. It didn't quite cover his legs, but Stolas didn't care.

Just as he was getting comfortable, his beak twitched. "Oh no...F-forgive me-" He tensed, trying to hold it in, but it was a losing battle. He buried his face near the Imp's neck, his sneezes stifled.

"Nght-krtchht! Nght'ktchht'chieew!...Ugh, Pardon mbe," Stolas pulled away, beak now thoroughly congested.

"You're fine," Blitzø said, smiling warmly and rubbing his back. "Never thought I'd serve as the royal snotrag, kind of a downgrade to be honest." he joked, his eyes glinting with affection.

Stolas' eyes widened as another sneeze built up. His neck fluffed and looked like he was about to apologize again, but could only squawk. Blitzø just chuckled and held him closer. "Jesus Stols, I'm kidding...don't worry 'bout it," he cooed. "Oop- got a few more in there, don't'cha?...Just let 'em out."

"HEHDH'ECK'hooo!..."

And so Stolas did, a much louder sneeze muffled into his fist behind Blitzø's shoulder, his body shaking. The imp didn't even flinch, just held him tighter and rubbed his back in comforting circles. "Yeesh, Bless you!...Big sneeze!" he soothed again.

Stolas nodded and felt his face heat up even more as he pulled away, his eyes watering. He sniffled and reached for the tissue box on the coffee table.

"I'b so sohhrry, I did't...mbean to...to!-EDH'ECK'Hiieew...EH'rrst'chiew!..Ehh....Oh mby..." Stolas' beak was now buried in a tissue, honking out a miserable blow.

"There ya go...Ya still alive?"

Blitzø's voice was a comforting hum. He nodded and melted back into the groove of Blitzø's neck, feeling utterly pathetic and exhausted. Any preconceived notions about being too forward or keeping distance were out the window.

"Unfortunately."

"Hell-A-Novela?"

"Mm." A tiny affirmative noise was all he got.

"Tch, okay, I gotcha…" Blitzø assured him, his arms tightening around Stolas' shoulders, wanting to keep him close and warm.

The TV played on in the background for a while, the sound of dramatic soap opera dialogue and occasional moans of passion piercing through the quiet of the apartment. He'd periodically look down to check in and from what Blitzø could see, Stolas had relaxed, his top two eyes drooping. The sound of the imp's pounding heart beat against his cheek and lulled the owl like a metronome. Soon, the weight against his chest went slack and Blitzø knew he was out. 

Shit. It would take a lot of time and patience to heal and grow from these changes. He'd never in his wildest fantasies imagined a Prince of the Ars Goetia would give up everything for a lowly imp in the name of love. He hadn't wished for Stolas to lose so much. He knew it was selfish, but Blitzø was grateful for the changes. Things were far from perfect. They could find solace in this shit situation…together. He would be there through the pain as long as Stolas would let him. He wished he could take away Stolas' pain in an instant. The best he could do was rock the man back and forth in his arms and hope it would aid in some way. The imp remembered a time when Tilla had held both Barbie and Blitzø to her chest even as they got older and rocked them to sleep. It seemed to have helped in some way, as he heard soft hoots. He kissed his forehead before turning down the volume on the TV. 

A few hours of scrolling and Hell-A-Novela episodes later, Moxxie came knocking with a thermos of soup, his eyes immediately going to the sleeping form on the couch and then back to Blitzø, raising a brow. "Hey, relax! I'M behaving...The poor guy is sick."

Moxxie, raised a hand in defense, and hesitated. "I didn't say anything!...I was just thinking, maybe something's going around, Sir! I mean, sure the job went off without a hitch, started working with a few of the interns today, and Millie sends her love, she wanted to come by too, but uh…she didn't seem to be feeling well today either. Hasn't been feeling herself all week actually, s'why I…made the soup…"

" D'Aww, what a trooper…knowin' Mill's, she and Loona probably did most of the work."

Moxie got a dreamy look in his eyes, "That's my girl, strong and diligent an-... Hey!"

"Shhh, yeah yeah, dipshit, I know, you're the best shot...but only because the girls're using knives!" Moxxie rolled his eyes fondly as the insult had no real bite.

Blitzø smiled and asked about the client, the local and how the hit carried out. Business had been booming. Feeling bad that Millie had had to power through, he'd have them take a few days off while he and Loona would return to the office and handle more with the new interns they'd decided to take on.

They bantered a little about Moxxie begrudgingly tackling the paperwork for the day. They'd set up Stolas answering the phone and handling the filing and it seemed it would be very efficient and a good outlet when he actively plugged himself in. This recent development, however, would be a minor setback.

Hearing the chatter, Stolas' eyes fluttered open, the room still spinning a bit. He coughed, signalling he was awake and Blitzø's heart sank. Both imps looked down at the sad sight.

"Sorry, Stolas...Shit. Just go back to sleep."

"Crumbs, I am so sorry, your highness, we didn't mean to wake you..." Moxie gave a nervous little wave.

"Oh nonsense, don't trouble yourself at all...I-I'm perfehh-Ed'dhkk'hieew!...Ehhd'rtch'hoo!...Ihht'rtch'hoo!....Ihhkk'tchiew!...Hih..hih-...HEH'rrrtch'chieew!...Eh-Excuse mbe...Oww." Stolas painfully finished, rubbing at bridge of his beak.

"Oh, Bless you!" Moxxie piped up.

"Jesus, Stols, take it easy." It was a sympathetic coo, not a scolding.

"...I'mb okay." Stolas sniffled back thickly and waved him off. He nuzzled back into the burrito of blankets, his blushing beak covered. Blitzø smiled at the four cute tired eyes peaking out.

"Look what our pal Moxxie brought ya!" Blitzø jiggled the steaming thermos in his hand.

"Old family recipe, your highness! Fra Diovolo Pastina! Very hearty and chock full of vitamins and minerals!" Moxxie smiled proudly, but held up an advisory finger, "But, just a warning, it's got a little kick to it, your sinuses will thank you later!"

All Stolas' red glowing eyes stared slowly at the rambly imp and dumbly blinked one at a time from behind the blanket. He hooted out a little sound...and didn't seem to respond beyond...that.

"Uh, S-Stolas?"

"-Oh yes, Splendid...thadk you, Pringles."

Moxxie grimaced, "...What?"

Blitzø cursed and whispered to Moxxie that the fever was probably getting worse. The other imp left with a "Get well soon, your Highness!" Getting Moxx to address him as anything less formal was probably futile. He thanked him for the soup and told him to get home to the Mrs, sending his love, hugs and get well messages to Millie.  

"B-Beta Orionis, P-Pleiades, Castor, Pollux...I-I can't see any of them." 

"Hm?...Whatcha say?...Oh shit, Stolas?!" Blitzø turned back around from the front door to the couch. A blanketed figure now kneeled at the glass balcony door, looking up. Blitzø did his best to approach slowly so as to not spook Stolas who now seemed to be slumped in a kneeling heap, in a panicky feverish trance. He looked up to see all four of Stolas' bright red eyes were wide with tears and aimed toward the sky, hand on the cold glass door.

"Shit...Hey, Pretty Bird, what's goin' on?" Blitzø felt Stolas' cheek. He was burning with fever.

"So c-cold an'…dark and quiet, m'so lost…I can't s-see them anymore, the stars." Stolas slurred and trembled, and looked to Blitzø for answers, "So alone, and SHE-...she's so alone. I-I can't see…I can't see…her. Why can't I see her?..." 

Blitzø sighed sadly, and through his love, words started to come. He wasn't sure they were the right words, but he had to try, "Goddammit…Y-you will, Stolas…Fuck, I can't promise when. I wish I could. This kinda thing hurts like a bitch. S'real shitty, but you're not alone. You keep tryin' and lovin' her no matter what shit happens and overtime…well, she's gonna grow, and someday, she'll realize the shit she's lost, how much good she's lost, losin' you…For now? Octavia is right here…and here." A claw tapped at Stolas' forehead, and rested at Stolas' feathery chest. Via was in his thoughts and in his heart. 

The assassin did his best not to panic as he wasn't sure Stolas could even comprehend anything he'd just said. He put a hand on Stolas' leg to stroke up and down. Stolas moaned and coughed roughly, a croupy raspy sound in his chest.

"Hey…yeah, you're really not okay…" Blitzø said gently as he helped Stolas crawl back over to the couch, placing a pillow behind him. He took a tissue and rubbed away the tears under each eye. 

"...But, you will be okay." At that comment, he swore could see a flicker in the owl's eyes… then the man squawked. The fever had definitely risen at least 3 degrees.

Blitzø grabbed the spoon and thermos, "Now, let's get some of this hot goodness down ya."

Stolas took a cautious sip, the spicy warmth spreading through his beak and down his throat. "There ya go, bird-brain," he encouraged, holding the spoon filled with steaming soup to the owl's beak. Stolas pushed the spoon away.

"Hehht'itchht!...Krrt'chiew!...Ah! Mms- S'wonderful, darling." He slurred and nodded, giving the imp an affirmative look to continue.

Blitzø's heart felt tight, he hadn't heard that nickname in a long while, maybe he was doing something right for once, "Alrighty, then."

Soon after the soup came the after effects of the cayenne, the runny beak and more sneezes. But after he'd blown out a majority of the congestion, Stolas could breathe a little better. After searching in the bathroom, Blitzø had found the bottle of berry flavored Belpha-GOO decongestant and some additional extra strength fever reducer. The problem was that it was a fever reducer…for imps. Welp, Shit. 

Given that his patient had a much taller 9 foot stature and the fact that this was made for much smaller creatures, he could only guess how much to give to Stolas. If Stolas was nearly triple his height, and Blitzø usually only had to take 1 pill, would 3 pills be enough, or too much? And the guy took antidepressants…FUCK. Was it even safe for him to take this? That was a whole other pile of shit. The math was not math-ing. Blitzø stopped agonizing and figured Stolas probably wouldn't die if he took 3 and a cap of the decongestant. He'd possibly just be a little loopy. He was already loopy. 

"Eh, fuck you for being tall, y'big lug." Blitzø rubbed Stolas' shoulder affectionately.

Soon worn-out, they'd both fallen asleep, missing as Gabriella and Alejandro finally embraced with a ridiculously slobbery french kiss onscreen. It didn't matter, the imp and the owl were in a slumbering embrace of their own. And, Loona, when she arrived home later that night, would never admit that she smiled as she'd found the both of them cuddled together underneath the blankets.

Loona glanced at the vandalized memories on the wall that Blitzø had long since scribbled over in self-hatred. And she thought of the picture of IMP's first mission that she'd kept hidden in her bedroom. With that, she took out her phone, and snapped a photo of the snoring couple under the blue TV light. A happy memory. 

She turned off the TV and walked around to the back of the couch to head toward her bedroom. It'd been a long day, but she hesitated. She'd never been good at attachment or affection, but a lot of things seemed to be changing. So she took a deep breath, turned around and briefly nuzzled against Blitzø's horns as he snored and kissed her dad's forehead. She turned once again to go to bed, but she found herself stopping once more, turning around and planting another kiss. This time on Stolas' forehead. 

"...Thank you, Loona." She heard as she finally turned and pawed at the doorknob of her room. She saw four red eyes blinking sleepily at her in the dark.

"For what? You didn't see dick, just go to sleep." Loona heard Stolas' croaky chuckles in response as she opened the door to her bedroom.

"Uh...Thank you."

"...For what, dear one?"

The hell-hound tried to think of the best way to express her thanks. There weren't enough words to say how fucking grateful she was. He'd given up so much for them, saved her Dad's life and made him happier than she'd seen in a long time. She opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by a hooty snore. She smiled as she glanced at the couple through the door, before she headed to bed.

"Nah…I think you already know."