#i very badly want to know why the show decided to go in the direction that they did

[anuntamedornitho1d]

this video actually summarizes a lot of my beef with the show so well. i’m just watching spn for the first time and it’s refreshing to see someone lay out why the narrative is so uncomfortable to watch after seasons 1/2

EVERYONE I FINALLY FOUND A VIDEO ESSAY THAT'S FOCUSED ON SAM AND RAISES POINTS SAMMIES HAVE TALKED ABOUT FOR SO LONG!!! talks about sam + autonomy, how the narrative favors dean, dean's abuse of sam and more!

[l0v3-qu4rtz]

Angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Model!Reader

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: SMUT. SMUT. (very badly written) SMUT. MDNI, thank you. very poor description of model shows, talks of lingerie, cursing, rough sex (?), light choking and hair pulling, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, teasing derek at the end. Kinda proofread ? Not rlly.

A/N: Hiyo, so i posted this like a long time ago (a month ago) on AO3 but I just decided to post this on here now because why nott ?? Lemme know what you think, and if I missed any warning please lemmeee knowww, also should I make this a series ???!!!! <333

You stood behind the curtains backstage, anxiously peeking through, towards the crowd. You look down at your phone, "on my way, I'll be there in 30 minutes"  It's been 40 minutes, where is he ? you knew dating an FBI agent that his schedule was gonna be busy but you've been telling him about the show for weeks, he promised he would make it. You were out in 5 minutes and still didn't spot him. You were tempted to call him, ask him where he was, but decided against it. Your manager was rushing you to get in position to walk out but you were stalling as much as you could in hopes that Reid would magically show up. 4 minutes now.

YOU: Where are you ? I'm out in 4 minutes.

SPENCE: Im here, love. Backrow.

You felt your heart coo at the petame. You heard your manager yell for you to get in position for one last time, you rushed into position, handing our phone over to your manager. You specifically asked Reid to come because it was a lingerie fashion show. Think Victoria Secret, You knew Spencer would go crazy upon seeing you in lace and ribbons, you were giddy with excitement as you think about walking past him, you knew what he was risking coming to your shows so you wanted to make it all worth it. You heard the show director counting down as you take your robe off and adjust your hair and accessories. You put on your best poker face and start walk.

Walk, just walk. Look straight ahead, don't turn your head. Do not go looking for him. You repeated in your mind, each step you took making a direct impact with the runway. Your arms swaying back and forth, hips swaying. You were extra nervous, this was the first time Spencer finally agreed to come to one of your shows and your heart could've jumped out of your chest knowing this. You kept everything on beat, from your steps to your hip sways. Once you reached the end of the runway, you put your hand on your hip as you shift your weight onto one foot, flashing a smile occupied with a quick wink before turning around walking back. 

You finally notice Reid in the back row as he said, making direct eye contact with him for only a split second before looking forward again.

From Reids point of view, once you made eye contact with him, he knew he was done for. He attempted to keep his composure, legs crossed, his hand on his chin, but inside a small fire was lit inside him that only grew brighter and bigger with each step you took. As the show reached the end, and you did the final end walk with the rest of the models, Reid was completely captivated by your walk, the way your hair bounced with each walk, the way your hips swayed, how you walked in a perfect straight line. Spencer knew he had to get his hands on you, and it was a craving he had to satisfy as quick as possible. Backstage, you decided to just put your long coat over your robe as you gathered your belongings together and talk with your manager. 

"Oh by the way, heres your phone" He says as he pulls your phone out of his pocket. "You got some very interesting texts, lets just say"

You roll your eyes at his teasing remarks. You open your phone and see two messages from Spencer.

SPENCE: You knew what you were doing by inviting me to this show.

SPENCE: I'm waiting outside for you in the car.

You smile, biting your lip as you read the texts. You gather your stuff and say bye to your manager before heading out. You spot Reid's car and rush over to it, your slippers hitting the concrete. You enter the car, Reid giving a small smile as you enter. You greet him but receive no response. You furrow your eyebrows, watching his face, hes deep in thought and keeping his focus on the road. You reach over to softly touch his arm.

"Spence, what's wrong ?" Your voice is laced with worry. 

"Just wait til we get home" he growls in a low tone, his jaw clenching. Keeping his focus on the road. You feel your heart skip a beat at the comment and a soft pulse in-between your legs. You let out a soft and quiet moan, getting comfortable in your seat. Counting down the minutes before you reach home.

As soon as you enter through the front door of his apartment, You're started by the sound of Reid slamming the door, turning around, Reid attacks your lips. Practically ripping your coat off and tossing it, he pushes his lips into yours so forcefully you arch your back and lean back. Arms wrapped around his neck, you deepen the kiss, sticking your tongue in his mouth and tangling your hand into his curly hair. He pushes on the couch, unbuttoning his shirt, looking down at you with lust and desire in his eyes. "I can't wait to be in the bedroom, im taking you right here, right now" he growls "Take that robe off." He commands in a deep, sinful voice.

You undo the robe straps and pull the silk material down your shoulder. He lets out a low groan, quickly wrapping his hands around your neck, pushing you into the couch cushions. "You dirty whore" He whispers into your ear as he grabs the robe, yanking it onto the floor. "You kept that on on purpose, huh ?" he snarls. He lightly pushes your head into the cushion before standing up straight. "Take off my belt" You follow his command, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. But right as your about to unzip. he grabs a fistful of your hair and guides your eyes up towards his, "Use your teeth"

He lets go and you lower your head towards the zipper. Gripping the small slider, tasting the sour metal against your tongue, you start to unzip. Right as you let go, your hands trail up to the waistband of his jeans. Leaving him in only his boxers. you admire the tent of black fabric before starting to palm and lick his shaft through the fabric. Hearing his low groan and feeling his hand softly massage your scalp only motivates you even more. Spencer tries to hold himself back, but ultimately gives into temptation and pulls you away by your hair. "Fuck your teasing" He says in a low, impatient tone. He pulls his dick and shoves it into your mouth, beginning to fuck your face, relishing in the sounds of your gags and soft moans.

"That's it, take it like the good little girl you are" he praises, shoving his dick deep into your throat before allowing you to pull away. "lay on your back." He demands as you catch your breath. You immediately lay down on the couch as Spencer positions himself between your legs. He leans down and begins to leave love marks all over your jaw and neck "Beg for me" he growls lowly in your ear. You start whimpering and whining "Please Spence, fuck me... Use my body and show no mercy.." He grips your neck and snarls. "Use the right fucking name" You gasp quietly and whimper "Please.. Doctor.." He chuckles sinfully, reaching behind you and unclipping your bra with one hand.

He pushes himself up and takes a few moments to admire you "so gorgeous.." He whispers to himself before slipping his fingers under the band of your panties. With one swift motion, he rips them off. The tear echoing the apartment so does the small welp you let out. He wastes no time lining himself up with your opening. He waits there for a few seconds, enjoying the sight of you squirming under him. Without warning, he rams into you with full force knocking a lustful scream out of you. 

"Take It, love. You can take it." He whispers as he starts at a quick pace, slamming into you over and over again. You both are a moaning mess. You scratch down his arms and arch your back, each one of your moans getting louder and louder. He groans at the feeling of your nails peeling the first layer of his skin. He wraps his arms around you, his pace quickening by the second. "Doctor.. im.. gonna.." You can barely even finish your sentence as your breath is knocked out of you with every pound into your core. "Good girl, cum for me princess. That's it, bunny" he whispers in your ear, through moaning. You once again use your nails to scratch down from the back of neck all the way to his back as you let out a loud moan. You feel your whole body shake and your hole tighten around him. 

Spencer moans at the sudden squeeze, his thrusts becoming almost animalistic as he reaches his climax. He moans out your name as he finished inside you, letting his cum pour inside of you with one final thrust. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of being filled. Spencer pulls away from you, cupping your cheek "Are you okay, princess ? Did I hurt you ?" he asks through labored breathing. You shake your head, your mind still coming down from your high. Spencer lans up and kisses your forehead "You were such a good girl, baby. I love you so much." You feel your body slowly relaxing "I love you too, Spence" You both smile sweetly at each other and share a sweet, passionate kiss. 

 

The next morning at work, Spencer was grabbing coffee while reading his book. He was standing near the counter, just sipping on his coffee when Derek came up to him. Derek said a quick greeting to him while pouring a cup for himself. He was about to walk off when he noticed the red marks on the back of Reids neck, reaching over and pulling his collar down slightly. "Hey, what happened Reid ?" Morgan asks slightly concerned. Reid turns around covering it with his hand. "What ?" Reids cheeks flush red as he remembers where he got it from. Derek notices it, a wave of realization hitting it as he smirks and puts his hand on his shoulder. "My man" he says teasingly before walking away.

[slytherinshua]

AOS WHEN THEIR S/O GETS HURT

genre. fluff. headcanon/reaction. warnings. injuries, fighting, and crying mentioned (not in detail at all). pairing. uk/yul/danggu/won x reader (all separate). wc. 750 (150-200 each). request. no. a/n. why do i think my writer's block is back help 😭 i'm so sorry if this is shit

JANG UK

he would be panicked but he wouldn’t show it

I think he’d be more angry than scared, and by angry, I mean really angry

like whoever hurt you is about to have all hell brought down on them

he has the ice stone, he’s the most powerful man in the world, he can definitely deal with whatever dude decided to mess with his s/o

he makes sure to check that you’re okay first before dealing with the situation, but it’ll just be a quick check, he wouldn’t stay too long

he likes to have the situation properly dealt with before he lets his guard down again

he’d be all soft afterwards with you especially if you were still injured

he can switch so quickly and drastically from scary and powerful to gentle and in love

he’ll make sure you take medicine or get medical attention from Sejukwon immediately 

because you’re his top priority and he wants to make sure you’re safe before anything else

he might think about scolding you for not being careful

but then he’d also have to scold himself for not protecting you like he should, so he ends up staying quiet and just asking you if you’re okay in that soft worried voice of his

SEO YUL

like Uk, Yul wouldn’t show how worried he was

but he would be absolutely panic stricken inside

his heart would be beating so fast and he’d have to really focus on his breathing to not lose control

you getting hurt is like his worst nightmare

and he gets so flustered and scared that he definitely needs someone to accompany him to go find you because this boy is going to lose sense of direction quick 😭

he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to go to you immediately 

if there’s an enemy in the way, he will deal with them in order to get to you, but he needs to make sure you’re okay before confronting whoever did it 

he’d inspect you so carefully, the poor baby :(

even if it’s a little scratch that was an accident, he’d treat you as if you were made of glass even days after

and would always ask you how you were feeling and if there was anything you needed

he’s usually shy when you ask for hugs or kisses, but one of the only times when he’ll agree immediately is when you’re hurt

he just wants to make sure that he does everything in his power to make you feel better <3

PARK DANGGU

absolutely horrified, shocked, scared

he’s very emotive in his face unlike his friends

rushes to wherever you are, the panic practically surging through his entire body

if there was any fighting that needed to happen, he would calm himself down enough to not also get hurt in the fight

but he’s mainly just trying to get to you as fast as possible

could possibly cry depending on how badly you were injured

I feel like if he would, without thinking, pull you into a tight hug as soon as he saw you

and it would be such a tight hug that it would press on your wound

the only thing coming out of his mouth after you winced in pain is a string of “sorry”

he feels so bad, but his brain is honestly such a mess because of how worried he is

he’s a clumsy baby, so he might possibly make the situation worse on accident (before making it better with kisses and medical attention)

GO WON

makes it the absolute biggest deal, no matter if it’s a serious situation or a simple cut or scrape

he’s dramatic, you can’t tell me otherwise

but he would be genuinely worried about you because he cares about you so much 

he is going to make sure everyone knows that you are his top priority just by how he drops everything and makes sure of your safety before anything else

and if any of the royal guards were responsible for not keeping you safe, he might fire them on the spot, just saying

he’ll make sure you get attended by the best masters in Sejukwon

he’s not going to take any chances when it comes to you and your safety

would be stubborn and either not let you leave his sight or have guards accompany you everywhere (new guards, not the old ones)

if his duties pulled him away from you, you would be on his mind every second until he knew that you were completely recovered

↳ k-drama taglist: @eternalgyu,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @cha3w0n-hearts,, @tempobaekh,, @candewlsy,, @cosmicwintr

[lost-in-fandoms]

An ugly Betty Maxiel au would hit so badly

hello anon!!!! I have to say, I never was a big ugly betty fan so I only have vague memories of it from the few episodes i watched with my sister, but I had a good think about this while in the shower and this is what my brain came up with.

Daniel inherits his father's company, even if he was never meant to. maybe he had been traveling around the world, or being a musician or an influencer idk whatever he felt like doing, but he's called back for some reason and he has to take over. and his family is scared he's gonna run it into the ground because he only thinks about what's fun and not what's best so they give him max (who had already been working in the company and is like...an accountant or something) as an assistant.

and they do NOT click at all, max is sooo boring and straight laced and wants daniel to do things like go to meetings or worse, listen to meetings?? and he's always talking about "researching sustainable resources" and "looking into more profitable markets" and daniel just does not care okay?

and then my brain stuttered a little because how do i fix them from here? because i do not remember the show enough to let it do it for me. and i thought maybe daniel drags max to some sort of party during working hours and max is uncomfortable and keeps trying to make him leave, but daniel forces a couple of drinks in him and somehow they end up at daniel's house, both a little buzzed, talking about their dreams. daniel talks about wanting to see the world, be his own person instead of his father's son. max talks about bettering the world, wanting to transform the way things work, even if it is one company choice at a time. and they understand each other better after that and start to work together.

and then they start falling in love.

BUT THEN!!! (and here is the plot twist dear anon) my brain said: why not reverse ugly betty AU? (i bet there is like...a movie/tv show i could reference for this but it's 2:30 am give me a break)

max who has been raised to take over his father's company. it's all he wants and knows how to do. when he does take over, he throws himself completely in it, runs it like a military camp, profits go up but so does the rate in which they have to hire new people because everyone keeps running away. and his mother and sister are worried about him, because he's so young and all he does is work work work, no more hanging out with friends, no more playing video games, zero drinking, zero fun.

and so they trick him into hiring daniel as his personal assistant. maybe victoria knows daniel through someone else, or she gets lando to give her the name of his most extravagant acquaintance. and daniel is. quite different from max. he likes to party, to live his life. he's older and never held the same job from more than a year. he's lived on people's couches multiple times before. he's moved several times in his life just because he got bored of the place.

max hates him. daniel is a terrible assistant, keeps trying to schedule breaks in his days???? cuts meetings shorts when they run over working hours? forces him to go have drinks after work????? and is always chatting and touching him and forcing him to "take the scenic route" instead of the most direct one.

he doesn't realise daniel had seen a sad kid and decided to help him. he doesn't realise it's working until he starts softening up, both at work and in his personal life.

and then they fall in love!

bestie this was very fun to think about thank you for sending this ask! and i am sorry if this isn't exactly what you were thinking about but as i said i am not an ugly betty connoisseur.

[hexedwinchester]

Supernatural S04E20 The Rapture

Lol, why was Castiel's possession of Jimmy Novak so overdramatically done?

Sam using Demon blood right out of the flash! Yikes! That bad, huh honey?

and it's confirmed, Dean got the blue toothbrush from the two pack. I'm guessing being the big brother, he always called dibs

so Dean decided to put the blame of Jimmy getting away on Sam because?? I mean shouldn't it be on both??

The fact that Anna points out that Sam seems different I'm guessing the intake of demon blood does show on the surface. Remember how angels can see the true faces of demons? What if Sam's consumption has led to that?

Anna: Sam, you seem different.

Sam chuckles: me? I don't know. Maybe a haircut

Sweetheart, you haven't had a haircut since pilot, wtf are you talking about? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Interesting, Jimmy says Cas chose him because there's something special about him, something in his blood. The only other cas possession I've seen is that fair lady in the episode with that Ishim angel in Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets. Is it possible Jimmy is a direct descendant of her?

it's so sad to see Sam spewing the 'you don't get to have a family if you are a hunter' speech when once he wanted to start his own so badly

when did Claire say yes to Cas? I'm assuming she had to since angels can't possess without consent

that exact moment when Dean sees Sam drinking demon blood!!! 😍😍

yup it's confirmed, even for Cas and his vessel, it's a bloodline thing

i love how Sam stays out of Cas Dean drama 🤣

The fact Sam expects Dean to hit him is a very clear sign of someone who is abusive. Note that, apart from this his behaviour is unpredictable. Sam expects him to get mad, hit him but instead he acts calm, shows he is not a threat. He doesn't wanna control Sam's actions but it's far from the truth because when Bobby calls, you can see in the background that the panic room is already set up to take Sam a prisoner. I bet he called Bobby beforehand and got it set up. You can see the bed is made, a bucket is added. When they reach Bobby's, Sam is completely unaware of what's going to happen. He is trusting. He thinks Dean is disappointed but that's it. The shock on his face is genuine just before they lock him up. I'm telling ya, Dean is abusive

[socksenjoyer]

ok haha life series au idea time let's go bc i need to get this off my chest. I love being cringe 💞🌸✨

SO victorian/maybe georgian era life series AU. Supernatural shit is common but shunned from everyday life. Grian is the son of a rich family who vanished in.... mysterious. circumstances. So now he has the entire gigantic house to himself. His friends -- the life series members -- are mostly supernatural entities but Grian himself seems (mostly) human. They often visit him and vice versa, everything seems nice.

He's even visited his mysterious shut-in neighbour, who is a vampire trying to hide it VERY badly. Mumbo's only companion for the last few years has been his robot, Grumbot. Mumbo struggles to communicate with anyone because he's exceedingly anxious and incredibly ominous, but Grian has decided he WILL be friends with this strange man, so they are friends. Grian introduces him to the wonderful possibility of just asking for (animal) blood, instead of stealing it like a fricking chupacabras. Grumbot goes to live at Grian's house, because at this point Mumbo is just living with Grian. It's good. Everything's good.

Then, Grian barricades himself in his room, completely covering the window and absorbing himself in some kind of work. He refuses for any lights to be turned on in his vicinity (too bright) and instructs Mumbo to post a number of letters, one to each of the life series members. Each member tells the member that they need urgently to go to Grian's house NOW. Mumbo posts these letters, along with his own postscript explaining that Grian is obviously very sick, everyone starts to make their way there.

People start to arrive (scary!!) and chaos ensues as both the area Grian wants to be kept dark and the number of people increases. Since Mumbo can see fairly well in the dark, he's the only one who can get down the hallway to communicate with Grian. A few people become suspicious, as they don't know Mumbo (only Scar really knows him and impulse and skizz have at least met him) and he could easily be lying about what Grian's saying. One person, Gem, is exceedingly suspicious. She does NOT like Mumbo's general vibe (hmmm gem i wonder why gem) (ok in all seriousness she used to be a monster hunter, particularly a vampire hunter. She doesn't tell anyone this, but her old prejudices kinda start to show through). Everyone arrives but Pearl and Lizzie because Pearl is literally countries away and Lizzie is doing secret things...

One night, Grian tells Mumbo something, and tells him strictly not to tell anyone else. Turns out Grian is not Grian! He is in fact an eldritch horror that has been inhabiting Grian's body for the past *checks notes* fifteen years! This doesn't really change anything between them, since Mumbo and most of the lifers have never known the 'real' Grian, and it also doesn't answer any of anyone's burning questions, such as:

-why are we in this house

-what's the deal with the eyes? there's so many eyes, spinning and turning, always seeming to stare in one direction, maybe at me. i see them when i close my eyes now they're so bright i cannot think i cannot breathe all i can do is stare like a deer in headlights oh god oh god

-how do i know what a deer in headlights is? And why does Ren keep calling people 'dude'?

-What's up with Grian?

We don't out people in this house, so Mumbo doesn't tell anyone.

Only a day later, when everyone's asleep (apart from Mumbo insomnia gang💯🔥💯🔥 also he craves human flesh or whatever)(by extension Gem is also awake because hmm suspicious......) humongous hands appear, unable to be destroyed or escaped, taking people out of their beds and seemingly into the floorboards. It seems Grian is controlling them, but he can't be reached and didn't seem aware of what he's doing. It's only when Scar says something very quiet into Grian's ear that they both get dragged down No Childrenstyle and the hands stop. The only people remaining are Gem and Mumbo, thoroughly shaken up by the whole experience.

The goal then becomes to get along long enough to figure out what's going on and save everyone. First thing they do is send letters to Pearl and Lizzie, letting them know what's happening and maybe to hurry. They also send letters to Cub (knows stuff about magic) and Doc (knows stuff about interdimensional shenanigans) in the hopes they can help. Cub is very busy and says he might not be able to make it for a while but everyone else gets their ass in gear to come help.

Gym & mambo become tentative friends. They start to try and decipher Grian's notes, which appear to have been written in a completely unknown language. While they do this, something begins to happen around the outside of the house. Stone statues begin to appear, in a clockwise manner, completely buried apart from their arms, which poke out of the surface. Their first thought is to dig the statues up to see the rest of them, and doing this prompts the worst headaches and hallucinations (so many eyes and blinding lights blinding me blinding me in glory) either of them have ever felt. So we will not dig them up. They work out that the hands may well belong to the other lifers, since there's space for 14 people. Unbeknownst to mumbert and germ, the hands are also appearing in order of player deaths.

At about the same time Scott's statue appears, about a week after the disappearances, Mumbo mentions that Grian revealed something about himself near the end (the eldritch horror stuff). Gem is convinced this could be important and a little pissed that Mumbo is withholding crucial information. He refuses to tell her because it's not his secret to tell, and he doesn't think it would help them anyway. This entire argument devolves into Gem drawing her sword (which is so heavily consecrated that Mumbo physically recoils at being in the same room as the bare blade) and maybe accusing Mumbo of projecting his own fear of discovery onto Grian (Worth mentioning that Mumbo hasn't told her that he's a vampire but the fact he has to step away from the sword as if it were blasting the full concentrated power of the sun was kinda the last straw in figuring it out). Mumbo also gets incredibly pissed and asks why she even has that sword because the average person isn't carrying that shit around. So Gem admits she used to hunt vampires. Everyone gets to be furious until they sit down and have a nice talk HAHA ONLY JOKING THEY STEW ABOUT THIS SILENTLY AND ARE ONLY GETTING ALONG BECAUSE THE CIRCUMSTANCES DEMAND IT!! THEY ARE SILENTLY PISSED AT EACH OTHER FOR FUCKING CHAPTERS BABY.

Around the time Impulse's hands show up, Lizzie arrives. She is absolutely fucking going through it. She confirms that the hands of Joel are his because she recognises his ring. After the 'sorry your husband got buried and turned into a statue' talk she begins to help shed light on the language Grian has been writing in (it's standard galactic but with the added fun little twist that it is not encoding something in english but a whole new language only spoken by.....watchers!!! muahaha).

Bdubs' hands show up. Everyone is tense and upset and sleep deprived, and they've hit a wall. Lizzie can tell some shit has gone on between Morbius and Gort and suggests they maybe...talk to each other about it? They're both about to admit that they don't want to stay mad at each other but WAIT all of a sudden hold on. There's hands outside. That's Scar and Grian's hands and they're POETICALLY TANGLED TOGETHER, NO CHILDRENSTYLE? They both rush outside because that means everyone's here, so what now? Mumbo puts his hand on top of theirs and before Gem can warn him he is grabbed and pulled into the ground. Panicked, Gem goes to find Lizzie who is also nowhere to be seen, and in a dramatic final girl moment she fucking figures it all out OH MY GOD IT ALL MAKES SENSE AND THEN GEM ALSO IS TAKEN BY THE HANDS ANNNNND SCENE

Doc arrives at the house finding it completely empty, apart from Grumbot, who powered off a while ago because there was nobody left in the house. Doc powers Grumbot on to find answers, which is where we get a recount of the events from (Grumbot's been here.... the whole time!).

So yeah. I might end up writing this or comic-ing it or whatever. If anyone wants to use my idea w/credit please go ahead i would actually pledge my soul to you if you did that. Just you guys wait until you hear about the sleepover demon summoning au.

[youngparadisedonut]

Please come back.. I need my comfort page.

Those fans are now throwing the race card once again for Carlos cause they don’t like how some people write fan fiction..

The face that we can’t criticize characters anymore without getting told we’re racist is embarrassing 

Right now I'm in the process of looking for a new show to obsess over, so I don't know what is happening. I’m not gonna watch the new season and I stopped following the Lone Star tags.

I can talk about what I observed/felt when I was part of the fandom, though.

People are allowed to criticize Carlos because of his actions. It’s ok to still be angry/upset at his character for how he behaved in the Carlos Being Married With Iris Storyline. Yeah, Carlos has every right to be flawed (he’s human), but the problem was never about him being flawed – the problem was that he never acknowledged how unfair he was to his partner.

So here why I don't like Carlos.

1. Carlos never told TK he was already married until it was too late. He simply accepted TK’s proposal and decided to keep the secret.

2. Carlos was only honest with TK after that because he had no other choice, and then when he finally was open with TK about it he decided that it would be a very good idea to have this very delicate conversation in TK’s workplace in the middle of TK’s shift.

3. Carlos saw nothing wrong with Iris thinking it was her place to approve/or disapprove TK.

4. Carlos made wife jokes even if was clear TK was so not comfortable with that and never once acted like he regreted hiding this from TK.

5. Carlos put all decisions about the divorce (something that affected his and TK’s future) in Iris  hands (someone who was a stranger to TK).

6. Carlos blamed TK when Iris went missing. Whenever TK had a conflict with Carlos (meeting Carlos parents, how uncomfortable Carlos was with Cooper), TK is always so understanding (even if sometimes he is angry first and needs to cool of a bit, he always comes back to talk things) and validates Carlos feelings, but Carlos? He was so hostile.

7. That Carlos comment about bad relationships that was obviously directed at TK that you all like to ignore, guess what? It happened.

8. Carlos never apologized for any of this. He never recognized to TK that he was wrong and TK had nothing to do with Iris missing, he never admitted that he treated TK badly. How can I be expected to be go past that when Carlos never acknowledge what he did?

For me those are valid reasons for not liking him.

Because TK is not perfect. He made a lot of mistakes, but he always (or at least most of the time) admits them and apologizes.

I defend TK so much because I don’t think a part of the fandom truly understands how addiction can affect someone.

Thing is, there’s this mindset in the fandom that Carlos was this defenseless boy who chased after TK, when this wasn't never the point. Not only TK had his heart broken, he relapsed. That’s a lot. He had reasons for not wanting to jump in a new relationship, and he was upfront about this with Carlos. He was clear about his boundaries. And if he never wanted something serious with Carlos in the end? He would also be valid. He owned Carlos nothing but being truthful, which he was.

TK is considered immature and childish when a lot of this traits (his impulsiveness, for example) are direct connected with his addiction. And what Iris said about TK being a mess and a project that you guys think its so funny? It's so problematic, harmful and could be triggering, especially because it’s directed at someone who deals with addiction.

But for those who act like Carlos should not be criticized, fear not. TK major character trait since season 4 is being in love with Carlos. It’s so obvious that from now on TK main role will be to support Carlos, and I doubt that at this point he will have a storyline of his own.

[gregorovitch-adler]

Romance

After Holmes had arrested Jefferson Hope, and I had had a discussion with him that I was going to publish the story in The Strand - to let everyone know who had really solved the case - Holmes had agreed.

A better explanation would be that Holmes did not care. It did not matter to him who received the credit for solving the case in the newspapers. However, it did matter to me. Very much, in fact.

In what world was it fair for the police officers at Scotland Yard to take help from Holmes to solve the case every step of the way and not even thank him publicly? It simply could not happen. Not on my watch.

After having published the story, I decided to show it to Holmes. I was quite enthusiastic about it.

However, I had not expected Holmes to react so badly.

When I brought up the conversation, whilst he was consuming his damn cocaine - with his long and thin legs stretched out on the coffee table - he shook his head ruefully.

“I glanced over it,” said he. “Honestly, I cannot congratulate you upon it. Detection is, or ought to be, an exact science, and should be treated in the same cold and unemotional manner. You have attempted to tinge it with romanticism, which produces much the same effect as if you worked a love story or an elopement into the fifth proposition of Euclid.”

“But the romance was there,” I remonstrated. “I could not tamper with the facts."

I had feared that this conversation might be going in a dangerous direction. Holmes was not insinuating the obviousness of my feelings for him - that had developed over time - was he?

Well, if he decided to spell it out, I would not hesitate to remind him about how much he had blushed after listening to my compliments about his detective work.

I could not say anything for sure, but as time passed, I had a feeling that there was something between us. A connection, of sorts. One that went beyond what a couple of flatmates usually had.

Holmes may have a habit of pretending that he preferred to be unemotional, but I was his closest friend. I lived with him. I might not be as brilliant as he was, but I could tell that he did not mean it.

"Some facts should be suppressed, or at least a just sense of proportion should be observed in treating them. The only point in the case which deserved mention was the curious analytical reasoning from effects to causes by which I succeeded in unraveling it.”

I was annoyed at this criticism of a work that had been specially designed to please him. Moreover, I was hurt to know that he would deviate this much from the truth.

Maybe I had miscalculated. Probably it was only I who felt the connection between us. Not him. I frowned at the thought and swallowed as I stopped pacing and took a seat on my armchair across from Holmes in the sitting room.

I was willing to speak up this time, though.

I inhaled deeply and held my breath as I spoke. "And why, pray tell, do you want to suppress the facts, specifically about romance? Is it because the same facts hit too close to home?"

Holmes came out of his dazed state, dropped his legs on the floor, and sat up straight with his grey eyes widened.

"What are you getting at, Watson?" asked Holmes cautiously.

"We have not been friends for that long, but for what little time I have known you, I've developed a profound respect for you and your work. There is more to it, however. I have grown to have feelings for you. Romantic feelings, in particular."

Holmes leaned forward in his chair and pinned me with an intense gaze. Fortunately, he did not try to interrupt me.

"I think that you have, too. Although I could be extremely wrong on that part, it makes little sense for you, of all people, to want to suppress the facts and events that happened for real. So, I want to know: Am I right about the real reason or not? I would certainly understand if I am completely off the mark and you do not feel the same, but I need to know."

I breathed deeply after having blurted all that out, hoping to dear Lord that I had not messed up everything and ruined our friendship.

"Oh, dear Watson," Holmes breathed. His long and thin fingers were tapping on his sinewy lap vigorously. "You are so exactly on point sometimes. Everything you said - all of it... I feel the same way."

My heart fluttered with excitement and happiness. A ridiculously wide smile spread across my face. It looked as though he wanted to say more, so I let him.

Holmes continued. "And yes, I do not wish for the whole world to know about it through your stories. I see I was a bit too harsh about it, moments ago. I apologise."

Holmes got up to make sure the door was shut and the window curtains had been drawn. They were. Holmes then walked across the room to approach me. I was still sitting, so he looked down at me with the same intensity as before.

I looked up to meet his gaze and locked my eyes with him.

He held out his pale hand to me in an offer.

My heart pounded as I took that hand and got up to meet his eye level.

His eyes were filled with longingness and pain. His brows were furrowed. "The world will never forgive us. They will never acknowledge that we are just two people in love who happen to be men."

He was right, as always. My eyes welled up as I gulped. I was still holding his hand, which felt warm and dry in mine.

"I know. Do you think this is a bad idea, then?" I tried to be prepared for the worst. 'Tried'.

Holmes placed his other hand on my waist and pulled me close. Our faces were just inches away. "I never said that, Watson. I was never the one to go with the rules, was I?"

We both shared a short laugh. Without another word, we leaned in and I captured his bottom lip with my mouth.

He made a desperate sound and we deepened the kiss with our arms wrapped around each other tightly. The dam had broken, and we were unable to let go for a whole minute.

I pulled away reluctantly. "Holmes, I-"

"Sherlock."

My ears had been aching to hear that correction. "Sherlock, I was saying that we need to deal with this in a practical way as well. I will not forgive myself if we were to be arrested because of this," I said with my brows furrowed.

"You are right," he said, holding my face in his hands.

"I suppose we would have to confine our relationship to the rooms of this flat." My heart was heavy.

My lover's ethereal grey eyes lit up with a mischievous glint in them. Christ, the effect those eyes always had on me.

"I have a plan."

Of course, he did. I was now looking at him with expectation and pride.

"You are going to have to marry a woman."

"What the deuce are you -"

"Shh." Sherlock placed a long finger on my mouth. "Just listen. That woman is a distant relative of mine. She is going to be our next client too. Her name is Mary Morstan."

I still did not get what was going on. Was he already pushing me away?

"For God's sake, do not look so heartbroken," he said and pulled my face close by my chin to press another kiss on my mouth.

"Her situation is just like ours. She has fallen in love with another woman too. Only I knew about that until now. She is in a constant state of having to look over her shoulder, trying to keep the prying eyes of this cruel world away. It occurred to me just now that if you married her, we would not have to worry about society anymore. It would be helpful for all four of us."

I sighed in relief and gave this whole thing a thought for a moment. "Excellent plan, Sherlock. This is brilliant!"

Sherlock smiled and looked down as he blushed.

"Just remember to never be on a first-name basis in public. John."

I grinned from ear to ear like an idiot, before pulling him in for a slow, drawn-out kiss again.

I knew what I had to do next. I just had to twist the facts in my next story to make it look like I was in love with Mary or whatever her name was.

Now, nobody would speculate a thing about Holmes and I, would they?

***

Sherlock September Challenge

Prompt Romance by @onesmallfamily

Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @lookingforlifeoutthere @clueless-mp4 @missdeliadili @curlyjohnlock @a-victorian-girl @peanitbear @kettykika78 @calaisreno

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

I've thought about the contradictions between Abstinence Camp and NPMD a lot, specifically with Pete, and I think I kind of love them??? I don't know how intentional this was, and I honestly don't care, but think about it- Pete is confident in himself and his ability, but he struggles with the difference between how he sees himself vs how others see him. He's got some identity issues, that's normal, but they don't show up at all in Abstinence Camp, there's not even a hint of trepidation in his friendship with Steph. The only time he even mentions being a loser is when he thinks it might negatively affect Steph's reputation, but that's concern for her, not himself.

The main thing that got me was the motivation change with his outfit. In Abstinence Camp he says that he wears the classic nerd look on the advice of his cool older brother, committing to an aesthetic. In NPMD he says that the outfit is specifically designed to prevent as much harassment as possible. Those two things didn't really click in my head until the thought popped up- what if he's just lying? Camp Idontwannabang has a strict social hierarchy for sure, but it's one that Pete doesn't have any reason to care about. You show up for the summer, you do the dumb activities, you have a bad time for a few months, you go home. There isn't a Max at Camp Idontwannabang. Sure, there's the Axe-Man, but he's just a scary story, the Boogeyman to blame when kids go missing in the woods. All he does, hypothetically, is kill you. Very bad, but he doesn't follow you home, drag you through the dirt, humiliate you for years on end, frighten everyone else into leaving you behind. So when Steph asks about the bow tie, why would he say the truth? Why would he drag all that baggage into a place where he is finally separated from it? Yeah. I wear it because I like to wear it. I make the choice to wear these things this way. I want to stick with this look. I feel cool.

He's been beat down since the fourth grade, not just by direct attacks on him, but by the attacks on people around him. Every choice he makes is in direct response to how Max has reacted to a similar choice in the past. The whole reason he wears a bow tie is to avoid what happened to Travis Colson. His most iconic fashion choice isn't really his own. It's a defensive reaction. All the nerds at Hatchetfield High are basically living in survival mode. The threat isn't just not being accepted, or being challenged by mean kids, the threat is getting the shit kicked out of you. The threat is being harassed and humiliated so badly and so constantly that you have to literally change your home address.

One of my favorite NPMD scenes is the scene at Pasquale's parking lot, because this might be the first piece of media I've ever seen that actually understands why people don't "stand up" to bullies. Sometimes when someone wants to hurt you, they will just do it. Max doesn't need a reason to hurt people. He just wants to, and he doesn't see any reason not to. Pete tries to establish himself, hoping that Max is putting up a front, hiding behind a tough façade. And he might be. But that doesn't stop him from beating Pete until his fists bruise over.

Pete isn't just hyping himself up or trying to act confident in front of a cool girl. Pete is reclaiming his autonomy. Because he doesn't get to make decisions for himself at school, it's all a futile effort to keep out of Max's line of sight. But anywhere else he gets to decide why he does things. And I just think that's neat.

[nerdysleepybunny]

Heyloo! I love your posts man <333 I have a request for the full score trio. What if they had an s/o (gender neutral) who one day asks them "what would you do if I were to get adopted?". Sorry if you dont wanna do this, I get it if your busy!

Ellooooo! I’m glad you like my writing! This is a really cute idea. Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Normam, Ray, Emma

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Mention of being shipped out

Style: Short hcs

Summary: how Norman, Ray, and Emma react to their s/o asking them, “what would you do if I got adopted?”

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Norman:

“What would you do if I were to get adopted?” You asked innocently whilst you and Norman were cuddling against a tree in the forest, away from all the other children who were playing in the field.

The boy completely froze. He knew that you didn’t know about the secret yet, as he convinced the others not to tell you. He knew how badly it would affect you if you knew the truth. But thinking about you experiencing the same fate made his blood run cold. But he couldn’t show signs of fear, he didn’t want you to ask questions. So he held back his tears and recollected himself, grabbing your chin with his thumb and pointer finger to direct you to look at him.

“I’d miss you dearly, and do whatever it takes to find you again. I’d never be me until I found myself by your side.” Norman responded, letting go of your chin to wrap his arms around your torso, pulling you into him.

You didn’t know what those words truly meant, but were happy with his answer, moving your arms to wrap around him and resting your head on his shoulder. It was moments like this where you felt most at peace. He held you there for a lot longer, the thought still swirling through his mind. You didn’t mind though. So the two of you stayed like that, letting the birds chirp and the small breeze flow. You both tuned out the faint sounds of the other children in the background and overrode your senses with nothing but each other, drowning in the feeling of being so close yet still trying to get closer. Yes, you absolutely adored these moments. And you knew he did too. You just didn’t understand why. Not yet, at least.

Ray:

“What would you do if I were to get adopted?” You randomly broke the silence. The two of you were sitting on the library floor, reading separate books. The silence was always comfortable with Ray, but you just felt like this question needed to be asked right this second.

You kept your eyes on your page, not seeing the way the raven haired boy’s face turned to one of complete fear, something nobody has ever seen from the boy. But his silence was starting to worry you, he was usually quick to respond to something, so you looked up at Ray with a worried expression, becoming shocked when he looked just as worried as you. You could’ve sworn he had tears in his eyes, before he squeezed them shut and shook his head, reopening his eyes with his usual cold expression. He pulled you close to him and ruffled your hair, but you took note of how he held you tighter than usual.

“…I don’t think I’d ever recover. I’d never be able to smile the same as I did when I was with you.”

Although it was a simple response, it meant the universe coming from him, the boy who rarely smiled or showed emotion, let alone caring for someone. You decided to ignore how he kept you close to him despite usually not being very fond of physical affection, just enjoying this rare moment with him. Your book had been long forgotten. You were must more focused on the sound of Ray’s heartbeat and the sound of his voice as he read his book aloud to you.

Emma:

You were panting, bent over trying to catch your breath after running around with Emma. The girl was used to running, and had caught her breath before you, so she decided to pat your back and wave her hand in front of your face to try and cool you off.

“Hey, Em..” You said between pants. She continued to give you a cold breeze, but looked softly into your eyes, a look of absolute adoration that she only gave to you. You loved it. You almost forgot to continue speaking, far too distracted staring into the eyes of your lover.

“What would you do if I were to get adopted?” You’re not sure why the thought crossed your mind, but you were now curious for an answer. Emma looked down at the ground, thinking about the scenario. She felt tears run down her cheeks as she imagined your suffering. If only you knew the truth. Before you could ask her what was wrong, she grabbed your face and peppered it with kisses, before giving you a peck on the lips and pulling away sobbing.

“I’d be broken.” You pulled the girl into your chest, kissing her head and rubbing her back as she cried into your chest. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to tell you the truth. It was too scary.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Honestly I’ve been a mix of busy and just mentally unstable, drained, exhausted, dead- Point is I’ve been feeling horrible due to some personal reasons. But I’m trying my best to come back. Though I do want to apologize for constantly saying I’m gonna get things out but then never do, I don’t have a proper excuse and you guy’s don’t deserve some shitty lie or whatever so I’m not going to say anything except that I’m sorry. I’ll try my best to do more but I can’t promise anything. My old schedule is 100% done for as I now need the weekend to recharge. I will post random updates, small fics, and other stuff every now and then but I most likely won’t be writing many actual fics or books until the summer. I wish it didn’t take me this long to heal from everything because I love you guys and writing for all of you, but I also can’t rush my healing because I want my writing to be the best it can be. I know I apologize a lot but I really do feel bad for just randomly dying on you all and never really coming back. I love you guys. 💕

[tea-plantz]

If it's not too much trouble could I request ENA with a partner who is touch starved (Like so touch starved that a simple head pat makes their brain short circuit) but they really want to ask for smooches and/or hugs without sounding clingy or overbearing?

{ENA x touch starved!reader}

Thank you so much for that lovely request! I decided to do this one as a oneshot, hope that’s okey.

I used they/them pronouns for the reader, and she/them for ENA:)

Your POV:

Me and my girlfriend, ENA, where hanging out at Moony’s place. We were just joking around, telling stories and talking when Moony suddenly groaned loudly.

“Uuugh you guys, I’m so thirstyyyy!”

“Then why not go to the kitchen and get yourself some refreshment?” ENA responded in a cheerful voice.

“Oh yeah! Do you losers want anything?” Moony asked, but it wasn’t really a question. Before either of us could answer, Moony flew out of the room, in the direction of the kitchen.

“Well that was rude, but I seriously didn’t expect any better from Moony” I half joked, as ENA laughed a bit beside me.

“Indeed, that’s Moony alright!” She said as she ruffled my hair. I froze as my eyes widened. I could feel my brain completely shutting down as ENA’s hand was as still resting on top of my head. Lately, I’ve been craving affection from the pixelated girl, to give her all the love she deserves, but I don’t know how to do so! I don’t wanna seem annoying or clingy to them and make her think badly of me! That’s the last thing I’d want! And on top of that, even the slightest contact makes me just completely shut down! Human interaction just makes me feel so nervous, especially when it’s from ENA, but I really want to just hug them and kiss them. I need it! *sigh* I feel so helpless right now…

ENA’s POV:

Y/n’s been acting a bit weird lately. They seem a bit nervous and completely lost in thought, it kind of looks like they’re debating on something inside their head. I was currently waiting on the couch with them, as Moony was taking her sweet time in the kitchen. We sat there in melancholy silence, and I felt that something was off with my sweetheart.

“Y/n, my dear? Are you quite alright? You’re a bit quiet”

They looked up at me with glossy eyes as I could feel my heart sink. Oh no! Are they crying? Why? Did I do something wrong?! WHAT DID I DO?!!

“WAAA Y/N, I’M SO SOWWY I OFFENDED YOU AND MADE YOU CWY! I’M A HOWWIBLE PERSON! HOWWIBLE, HOWWIBLE! I- I SHOULD JUST DIE!!”

I started waving my arms around frantically, as I could feel myself starting to glitch while I wept. They jumped slightly at my sudden outburst before rushing over to comfort me.

“No no, you didn’t do anything wrong! It’s ok!” They said, sounding a bit panicked, as I stated calming down.

“So I *hic* I didn’t hurt you? Then *sniff* why were you cwying *sniff*?”

Y/n looked at me a bit before looking away, taking a deep breath. “Ok, I didn’t really wanna talk about this since frankly it’s not that important, and I don’t want to seem like a burden to you, but.. I really want to be affectionate with you”

What? They simply wanted to show me affection? I don’t understand.

“And I know this is no big deal, really, but you see I sometimes have some issues when it comes too affection, since I’m really… touch starved. And I want to be a loving partner to you, I really do! But I’m scared to come of too strong and drive you away…”

Your POV:

Great. Just great. I spilled everything! I always do.. she’s probably going to hate me now.

I carefully looked back at ENA, who was just sitting there in shock. I was about to apologize, but was cut off by a certain pixelated person hugging me tight.

“Oh Y/n! Thank you so very much for sharing this information with me! And how could you ever think that you ever were to annoy me? You are the most precious thing in my life, and I would gladly give and receive affection any time my dearest!”

ENA had now turned completely yellow, as she continued hugging me with a loving expression. I could feel my cheeks heating up as the realization of the situation caught up to me. I buried my face in their chest as a smile spread across my face, and my hands wrapped around their figure. We stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying each other’s company, before we suddenly heard a voice from the doorway.

“What the heck happened while I was gone?!”

I’m sorry if that’s not quite what you had in mind, but I hope you like it!

[gojocp]

tangled

cw: tangled au! reader wears a dress and has VERY long hair, geto as flynn ryder, reader as rapunzel featuring: geto suguru | 1 | 2

a/n: hello!! i hope you enjoy this au, i've loved this movie since i was a kid and rewatch it all the time! lmk how this is!!

the sound of running footsteps could be heard as geto suguru ran across rooftops and into the room holding the crown in the royal castle. right before entering, they go over the plan once more.

"okay, tie me to the rope, when i get the crown i'll tug on it. pull me up," he states with his arms out, waiting to be tied.

with a shared look, the twins nod and tie geto off. removing the roof's tile, they slowly lower him in.

nearing the crown, geto is about to grab it but a guard's sneeze interrupts him. "allergies suck, right?" geto asks, taking the crown and placing it in his satchel.

"yeah, tell me about it." the guard agrees, with a light laugh. "hey! wait-" he yells, realizing the questions came from behind him.

"see ya!" geto calls out, and takes off with the satchel, the twins following close behind. "we got the crown, let's head back."

but of course, stealing the royal crown is never easy. because when the guards eventually catch up and corner the three thieves, they have to turn and run in the opposite direction.

they eventually reach a dead end and are forced to climb.

"boost me, and i'll pull you guys up." suguru says, turning to look at them. they share a look and say,

"give us the satchel."

"wh- are you serious? you don't trust me?" suguru says, with faux-betrayal shown on his face. the twins just stare at him with a blank stare.

"ow." he continues, handing the satchel to them.

they put their hands together and boost him onto the hill, one arm out in expectancy.

"sorry," suguru starts, "my hands are full." he shows the satchel and speeds off.

"geto!!" the twin yells, cursing said 18-year-old as he runs away.

.・。.・゜✭・.

suguru runs and runs and eventually finds a tree to hide behind. he looks to his left and sees a 'wanted' poster of himself.

"oh, no. no, no no. this is terrible," he mumbles to himself. "they fucked up my nose. so badly."

before he has the chance to mourn over the god-awful poster, a palace horse catches him and decides to play tag, chasing after him in an attempt to retrieve the stolen satchel.

the horse catches up and the two wrestle for the satchel, tripping over a log and running off the cliff in the process. they hold onto each other but are eventually broken apart when the log they're on hits a large branch.

.・。.・゜✭・.

at the same time somewhere else:

"(y/n)! let down your hair!" you hear your mother call out from below the tower.

"coming!" you yell, swinging your hair over a very strong nail in the door and letting your hair down.

your mother ties herself up, tugs on the hair, and you pull her up.

"oh (y/n)! doing the same task every day without fail must be so very tiring, right dear?" she says, twirling your hair around her finger.

"oh, it's nothing mother!" you respond cheerfully.

"then i don't know why it takes so long!!" she quips. "i'm just teasing, dear. loosen up!"

"uh, haha" you let out a nervous chuckle. "anyways! i have something very important thing to tell you!" you share, gleefully.

"(y/n), look in the mirror. do you know what i see? i see a very beautiful, responsible, and intelligent young woman." your mother starts, staring at herself. "oh, you're there too!" she laughs teasingly.

"oh! okay, well as i was saying-"

"(y/n), mother's feeling very run down, how about i comb you're hair." she half asks, half demands.

"of course!" you say, quickly setting up a chair for her and a stool for yourself. as she walks closer, you push her into the chair, shove a comb in one hand and your hair in the other.

"flower gleam and glow let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine. heal what has been hurt, change the fate's design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine." you sing in one breath, your hair glowing and quickly fading to it's natural colour as quickly as it appeared.

"anyway! since you kinda keep cutting me off, i'll just say it! tomorrow's my birthday!!" you gleam, hugging your mother's arm.

"no, no, no, no. i clearly remember, your birthday was last year," she states, matter-of-factly, lightly shoving you off her arm.

"that's the thing about birthdays, they're an annual thing." you smile. "and what i really want for this birthday, and what i've wanted for every birthday..." you begin, mumbling.

"out with it." your mother demands, fed up with the mumbling.

"i want to see the floating lights!" you exclaim. "actually, i was hoping you would take me to see the floating lights." you correct, using you hair to pull back the curtains on the wall to reveal your painting.

"ah.. you mean the stars." she smiles.

"that's the thing. i've charted stars, and they're always constant. but these.. these happen on my birthday, and only on my birthday. and.. i can't help but feel they're meant.. for me.." you say, pulling back another curtain and showing a painting of stars.

letting out an exasperated sigh, your mother sits on the chair and states, "the outside world is a dangerous place (y/n), i've told you."

"i know but-"

"i knew one day you would want to leave the nest.." she starts, getting up.

"i knew someday you'd want to go explore.." she continues.

"but-"

"soon! but not yet, trust me pet." she interjects. "mother.. knows best." she finishes, leaving your questions unanswered.

"oh.. i see.." you respond, dejectedly. this causes her to pull you into a tight hug.

"(y/n). don't ever ask to leave this tower, again." she commands, coldly.

"okay.." you say.

"mother loves you very much dear," she sighs, wrapping her cloak around herself.

"i love you more," you respond, as she prepares to leave.

"i love you most." .・。.・゜✭・.

"i'll see you in a bit my flower" she calls out, waving as she reaches the bottom of the tower.

"i'll be here.." you mumble, resting your face on one hand and waving with the other.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after what feels like an eternity of running, suguru stumbles upon an empty tower in the middle of nowhere.

'perfect' he thinks, taking two sticks and climbing up along the wall.

"finally.." he starts, opening his satchel and pulling out the crown, staring at it lovingly. "alone at last.."

with a hit to the head from a frying pan, he's knocked out cold.

[upsilambic]

[Back in *checks notes* May, Writing Prompts posted: 

“What do you mean why did I do this? I did it because I love you,” your girlfriend said confusedly, as if she wasn’t clutching the severed head of another human in her hand.”

My first thought was that this was a girl who belonged in the Varia. So I ran with it. The prompt only shows up indirectly. Humor, No Pairings, T]

So Your (Ex) Girlfriend is an Ax Murderer 

(Dating is hard enough as it is. It's even worse as a member of an elite, slightly eccentric, assassination squad. Good thing there's a built in, supportive (?) Family to help pick up the pieces.)

It was the sound of crying that drew Lussuria into the common room. Contrary to popular belief, crying wasn't an unusual occurrence at Varia HQ. Oh, sometimes it was a grunt who managed to upset Boss-darling and lived to tell the tale. Most of the time it was from new recruits who were suddenly rethinking their life choices. Those tears, though, they were largely reserved for the training grounds. No, if it was coming from the common room, it could only be one person.

Lussuria peeked in, and sure enough, there she was sprawled face down on the sofa. Boy troubles.  He would bet his boa on it.

Poor thing. Lussuria felt instinctively protective of his protegé. On paper, she was a total catch. Deianira was a key member of his Sun Squad medical team for her impeccable ability to not further maim their patients - even when they deserve it! Such a delightful bedside manner~ Not to mention, she could wield a battle ax with the same meticulous precision as her scalpel. So well-rounded! And she was cute as a button to boot, if he could say so himself. Lussuria just couldn't understand why Dee’s relationships didn't work out.

No, that was a lie. He absolutely knew why. It didn't mean he didn't think it was completely fair, though. People could be so judgemental! Everyone has their own silly, little quirks, right? 

The thing with Dee was that she had so much love and passion to give but had an unfortunate habit of placing her affections with the wrong people. Her love language was also something, well, not necessarily an acquired taste but more…niche as it were. And that’s where she really got into trouble.

Lussuria often thought of Deianira as something like a cat leaving behind dead birds as gifts to their beloved human. Unfortunately, the objects of her ardor typically reacted to such gifts just as badly if not worse. It never did bode well for her love life.

It was all very sad of course. Buuuuuut. The stories she told were better than television. All maternal feelings aside, Lussuria was dying to know what happened this time.

“Dee?”  A pause in the sniffling let him know that she heard. The hand that was blindly flapped in his direction let him know he was needed. Lussuria didn't need to be asked twice as he hurried over and perched on the arm of the sofa. “I am here, sweetpea. You just tell Mamma Luss everything.” 

To the casual observer the tale of woe was largely unintelligible.  Lussuria, on the other hand, nodded along, masterfully interpreting the pillow-muffled sounds, squeaks, and wet snuffles.

“Mmhmm mmhmm, I do remember you were seeing someone new. I seem to recall you telling me you were ready to take things to the next level~ 

Uh huh. What? Oh, tissue! Sorry, hun, here you go. Take your time. 

Well certainly it's natural to want to do nice things for the ones we love! And what…um…what nice thing did you decide to do? Yes,yes as one does, of course.��

Such a clean cut! Oh ho! You never fail to impress~ You're welcome. Now who was the gentleman? He was, hmmm? Say, run that name past me one more time, would you? Got it. Thanks, love.  Then what happened?

 OH. HE. DID. NOT.”

“And then he ran awaaaaaaaayy,” Dee wailed. That her ex did so while screaming was simply understood and didn't need to be said.

“There there, love.” Lussuria passed over another tissue that was gratefully accepted. As Deianira wiped her eyes, Luss tapped his index finger against his cheek, working out a thought. “Remind me, how long had the two of you been seeing each other?”

There was a pause as Deianira blew her nose. “It was our third date,” she mumbled into her tissue.

The tapping stopped. “Dee, sweetie. I hate to point it out while you're hurting, but gifting the literal head of your lover's enemy is something you might want to save for when your relationship is a tiiiiiny bit more established.”

Deianira slowly swung her legs around as she listened and pushed herself into a seated position. She lifted her face to Lussuria. It was puffy and streaked with runny mascara. Aw, cupcake. Girl was a mess but nothing a mother couldn't love. Lussuria tenderly squooshed those cheeks between his well-manicured hands.

“...Emmemee?” Deianira asked through a fishy pout.  She blinked heavily, as if emerging from her fog of despair and pulled back out of Lussuria's hands. “Maybe not an enemy per se…” She stopped and shook her head and heaved a sigh. “ No, I know. You're right. God, I'm such an idiot! I just...You know, I really thought we had something.” Dee gestured vaguely, trying to capture the intangible before giving up and resting her cheek on Lussuria's thigh. “I thought he'd understand and see the depth of my love.”

A derisive snort from the corner of the room sent Lussuria's head whipping around.“Not one word out of you!” he scolded the culprit in hushed tones. “I mean it!”

Squalo, however, didn't look nearly as chastened as Lussuria would have liked. He didn't look chastened at all. “Please,” scoffed Captain Sensitivity. Oh, his entire manner was so annoyingly unrepentant. “This is hardly news. She goes through a breakup like every oth-”

Lussuria's scandalized gasp cut him off. “Honestly! Where is your heart?”

“Heh. Funny story about that...HEEEY!” Squalo was forced to duck as Lussuria chucked a decorative pillow at his head.

“That's not what I meant, and you know it.”

Squalo sneered in silent response before shifting focus back to his laptop. That was the goal at any rate, which considering the other occupants of the room was easier said than done. Yes, the situation was annoying. Yes, he could leave, but he was here first, dammit. It was the principle of the thing.

He sighed heavily through his nose when he heard Luss try to subtly clear his throat at him but otherwise Squalo refused to engage. 

Then came the stage whispers.

“Squ-chan…. 

Squ?…

Squ…Squ…Squ…

Squaaaaaloooo!”

“WHAT?!”

He watched Luss out of the corner of his eye making frantic shushing signs and pointing to the lacrimose lump on the sofa. As if he could possibly disturb let alone offend her. Squalo leveled an “are you kidding me” look at his colleague.  Deianira wouldn't notice if a herd of rhinoceros suddenly barrelled into the common room and started yodeling. She was barely into Stage Two of the recovery process, meaning she was now sitting upright, staring into the middle distance, and clutching her ax to her chest like it was the world's deadliest comfort toy. Virtually nothing existed outside of her bubble right now.

Lussuria pursed his lips at him and adjusted his sunglasses before signing <I need you to look something up.>

<Look what up?> Squalo knew, of course, but he wasn't going to make it easy.

 Lussuria knew he knew too and gave an impatient huff. He pointed at Deianira, mimed having his chopped off, and signed the poor bastard's name.

<Fuck off I'm busy.> Another pillow came sailing over with great force. This time it connected. The resulting “VOOII!” was positively balm for Lussuria’s exasperated soul. That's right, Squ. Boss wasn't the only one with a pair of guns. Luss daintily flicked a lock of hair back in place and raised an eyebrow.

<Look up the name, dear. If you please.>

<FINE!> Squalo grumbled to himself about it, but he did do as asked. A moment later, he signed back an affirmative. The headless one was indeed in their system. Apparently, someone else had wanted him dead.

Lussuria delightedly clapped the tips of his fingers together. Goody. That should make cleanup a bit easier this time around. He turned his attention back to Deianira and began dabbing at her face with a tissue.

“Dee? Dee~ee,” Lussuria sang, trying to pull her attention back to the present. “Now why don't you come with me? I've got a beautiful cake cooling in the kitchen that is begging for some decadent chocolate frosting. That might be just the thing to make today a bit brighter!”

Deianira’s eyelids fluttered and she gave a small smile. Feeling encouraged, Lussuria pressed on.

“Aaand~ We'll chat about whether we can't just bill this ungrateful ex for your beautiful handiwork.” This time Dee giggled.

If one didn't know any better, that giggle could easily be classified as “cute”. Squalo did know better and grimaced at the sound. He turned his attention back to the sofa. 

Lussuria was cooing over Deianira’s change in mood. Deianira was. Well. Deianira’s eyes had gone unnaturally wide with interest, her pupils fully dilated. The corner of her smile twitched slightly as she took in Lussuria’s suggestion.

Levi dubbed this particular look of hers “creepy”. While Squalo wouldn't admit out loud to siding with Levi about anything, he was inclined to agree. When Deianira got like this, Squalo half expected her to climb into a window and start making clicking noises at the birds outside.

“I…might have some additional ideas of my own to make sure he pays,” Dee coyly offered up after her moment of contemplation.

“Clever girl. I knew that you would, and I can't wait to hear them!”

“Oh Luss, you're the best! This will be such fun!”

“I know!”

Squalo shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose as the two of them clasped hands and squealed. Stage Two was evidently complete.

The promise of baked goods never failed to summon Belphegor. This instance was no exception. Bel had made his entrance while Lussuria was still coaxing Dee. Not wanting to look too eager, he flopped into an armchair and began to scroll through his phone with practiced indifference. No one in the common room was fooled, with the exception of Dee who hadn't noticed anything. Belphegor bided his time until the two suns left before he got up to pester Squalo for details.

“So what was it this time?” Bel asked as he leaned against Squalo's chair and tried to read over his shoulder. "Burned out car?"

“Severed head.” A scowl formed on Squalo's face in response to the intrusion. Without looking up, he used his right hand to change the angle of his laptop and his left to push back the brat's face. "NOW QUIT HOVERING!"

Bel was completely unperturbed as he danced out of range of the metal hand. He let out a low whistle and started making his way to the door. “Must have had it bad for this one.”

Squalo rolled his eyes. “I guess.” He turned around when he heard Bel's footsteps. “Hey, where are you going, brat?”

"Oh, now you want me to stay? Too late, peasant. You're no fun and the Prince wants cake and gossip.”

“I don't want you to stay,” Squalo scoffed. “I want you to do something.”

“I don't have to.” Belphegor gave an imperious toss of his head. “I'm a prince, not an errand boy,” he declared, but he caught the file thrown at him all the same.

“You're going to the kitchen anyway. Take that file and give it to Miss Man Destroyer.” 

Belphegor smirked, his curiosity piqued. “Shi shi shi, that's cold even for you, Fish Face. You're gonna send her out with a broken heart?” Bel made a show of clutching at pearls. Squalo huffed in annoyance.

“We've got shit to do, you know! How about you try taking an interest in that?” 

Belphagor dismissively waved off Squalo's critique and flipped through the file. “Be kinda funny if the peasant who put in the request was single, though.” He glanced over to see Squalo looking entirely too casual about opening his email. Bel's grin widened viciously. “Wait. Is he?”

Squalo mumbled something, refusing to look at him.

“He is!” Belphagor crowed. “How do you know?”

Squalo ground his teeth a minute before exploding, “FINE! I looked it up, alright!?”

Belphagor was nearly doubled over with his cackling. “Shi Shi shi, aww, I didn't know you were a matchmaker, Captain~” he wheezed.

Squalo launched one of the pillows Luss threw at him earlier straight at Belphagor’s head. Pillows being soft, however, it was not nearly as satisfying as he hoped it would be. It didn't even pause Bel's laughter.

“VOI I'M NOT!!” Squalo crossed his arms and irritably drummed his fingers. “But if she's going to keep doing this, we might as well point her in the right direction and get some damn work done around here.”

*Deianira is the name of one of Hercules's wives who accidentally killed him with a shirt. It was supposed to keep him faithful to her but was poisoned instead. Whoops. Her name can be translated as Man-Destroyer.

[prime89]

PSA: Etiquette and NSFW

This is a post about general interactions in DM's and followers. Common sense is just to be polite, but your milage may vary about what you consider ok and what is not. This post will mostly be about my own opinions for those who DM me, like, follow, or want to interact with me. This may get a little long winded, but the TL;DR is that as long as you aren't LGBTQ+ phobic, racist, or rude, we should get along fine. Don't be an asshole.

So you are a new blog, or have been on Tumblr for a while. You come across my page, you like it, and decide to follow it. Cool. The Tumblr app states that you should be +18 to be on the site, but my page is pretty PG-13 anyways, just in case. I get the notification, and I am going to want to know who is following me. This leads me back to your page. I will scroll down it, and if I like what I see, then I will follow back. And now we are mutuals. This may result in a varying amount of likes/reblogs from me. I don't tend to schedule or stagger, so you may get a lot if I deep dive your page. If this is a problem, just let me know. My page tends to be kinda random, but it is LGBTQ+ friendly and open to generally everyone. I tend to only go out of my way to block and report bots. I identify any page that follows me, but has no posts, likes, or reblogs as a bot, so if you are new, please post something so that I know that you are a person.

Since I am open to most people, this includes NSFW pages as well, but I might interact a bit differently. You get the same general vetting, but I am likely not going to reblog.... at least on this page. I have a sideblog devoted to NSFW. If you know, you know. Even then, since I don't want it getting nuked, the content I reblog will be rather tame, even though I may "like" quite a bit of the spicier content. It sucks, but I won't reblog nude genitals, real or imaginary even on that page. Trust me, I miss the days of "Go nuts, show nuts" too.

Now here is the crux if you've had the patience to read this far. You decide that rather than passively lurking and occasionally reblogging, you want to talk to me. Not sure why, but that's your right. If you are an NSFW page or want to have that kind of discussion, please start off normal and polite. And whatever you do, NEVER start with "Hello slave". This will make me ignore you completely. Why? 1.) Rude. You don't know me like that. 2.) I am Black. I have no positive connotations with the idea of slavery. Even knowing that it has no inherent racial theme behind it, it sits badly with me and it ain't my kink. BDSM stuff is cool, but I am not your property. If you are a SW who is reaching out, get that money, but unfortunately I can't help you. I don't have the cash to indulge in it, but I completely respect the hustle. Hell, I have very particular feelings about how it should be treated, but if you ask me about it, you would end up with a manifesto. I just don't want to waste your time. Other than that, I am not really looking for direct sex, but if you want to just talk about kinks, fantasies, or just chat, I am open to that. Just start off nicely, and let it come naturally. I am honestly curious about a lot of perspectives, including kinks and fetishes, so as long as they aren't... violent, harmful, or downright unsanitary, I am open to learn about or discuss it.

That said, I hope to get along with everyone. Be kind, and lets get along.

[thethistlegirlwrites]

Bargaining Chip

If he ever decided to write an autobiography, Nico is pretty sure he’s going to have to title it “it seemed like a good idea at the time”. 

That exact logic is why he’s currently in the middle of a warehouse full of very hostile vampires.

All he’d wanted was to get out of the Phelans’ friends’ place for a bit and work on some leads on a job or a place to stay that wasn’t going to put undue hardship on people who are already skirting the rules by helping unregistered fae keep their identities secret.

A logical place to start had been a vamp bar he knows the Sunrisers used to shake down on the regular, but that had been outside his own regular patrol route, which meant a pretty low chance of actually being recognized.

Unfortunately, that chance hadn’t been a zero. And that was how he’d ended up nearly choking on his second glass when something sharp was dug into his ribs and someone hissed into his ear to come with them or get dusted right here.

He is resisting the urge to tell them that he’s such a new vampire the bar owner would have had to deal with a rotting corpse, not a pile of ashy dust.

It doesn’t seem particularly wise to antagonize the vamps who are pissed off at him for asking too many questions. 

They were all legitimate. But apparently he hasn’t lost the aura of ‘hunter’ even after turning, and the bartender he was trying to get some leads on vamp-friendly jobs or apartments from got suspicious. A surreptitiously texted photo to his coven later, and Nico was greeted with a stake in the ribs.  

Okay, so he might have been a little direct. But it shouldn’t be that weird for people to show up wanting to know if there’s a job opening or a place they can stay. 

Then again, it’s not like he did a whole lot of undercovers for the Sunrisers.

Maybe they knew he’d get himself outed and his throat torn out in minutes.

Still might happen if he can’t convince them he was asking around for legitimate reasons and not to set up raids on workplaces or apartment buildings. Which might be sort of difficult given the leader of this particular coven is someone he’s been trying to put a stake in since his rookie days.

There’s no love lost between him and Guido, and Guido is making sure everyone here knows it. “I knew the Sunrisers were cold sons of bitches, but getting one of their own turned just to spy on us better, that’s a new low.”

“That’s not what this is.” Nico is well aware he’s already in over his head, but he knows this could end very, very badly if he can’t at least convince them to let him walk away. “I’m running from them same as you.” 

“Then maybe we ought to give their little fugitive back to them as a peace offering, huh?” Iron grips close on his arms. He could fight them, maybe, but these people have been vampires a lot longer than him, with better judgment of their own strength and better control of how to use it. He might break free for a few moments, but he wouldn’t get far. “Maybe a trade would get Vega off our backs.”

He really didn’t think it was possible for this situation to get worse, but it just did. Frankie Vega was his first partner on the job. After a vamp nearly gutted him, he shifted into a role doing mainly informant cultivation while Nico stayed in the field as an active hunter. 

If anyone is going to want Nico staked and laid to rest, it would be Frankie. 

Guido pulls out his phone and stalks into a corner. There’s a low hum of conversation that is lost in the seething hisses and snarls of the vampires ringed around Nico, waiting for their leader’s orders.

“Sounds like a former hunter is someone the Sunrisers want dead even more than a coven leader,” Guido says, snapping the phone closed and turning back to the assembled vampires. “Vega will be here within the hour. We’ll leave this one for him, but we don’t plan on sticking around.” He glances at Nico. “But that’s more than enough time to show you what happens to hunters, turned or not, when they come on our turf. Pity you won’t live long enough to learn anything from it.”

He waves his hand, and the circle of vampires closes in.

Nico sort of expected this.

They’re taking out their hatred of the Sunrisers, justified or not, on him as the easiest target.

It’s not personal.

Knowing that doesn’t make this any easier.

The snarls and taunts and jeers and slurs echo in his ears even after he’s dragged into a small storage room and the door is slammed shut, the sound of something heavy being dragged across it ends, and he’s left to his fate at the hands of his old teammate in the dark chill of the abandoned building. 

He huddles into himself in the corner of the room. He’s bleeding from over two dozen gashes, one arm, one ankle, and a few ribs are definitely broken, and if he could bruise anymore, he’d be nothing but one massive one. His clothes were shredded off him by his attackers’ claws, and the damp chill of the concrete under him is leaching into his skin without the barrier. 

Maybe if he’s lucky, he’ll go into a coma from the cold and blood loss and he won’t feel whatever the Sunrisers do to him when they get their hands on him. 

Whatever heavy object was left in front of the door starts sliding again with a screech of protesting metal, and Nico flinches and covers his ears. 

Frankie’s here. 

The door opens, and Nico can’t bring himself to look up. If he’s about to be shot, he really doesn’t want to see it coming. 

Something hits the ground beside him with a wet-sounding smack. He turns his head a bit to see what it is. 

A blood bag.

Great. They want him healthy before they kill him. 

He looks from the packet to Frankie, who is standing in the doorway, holding his gun near his thigh, keeping one eye on Nico and the other on the room outside, just like they were trained to all those years ago.

“You look like you’re going to need more than that, but it’s all I got on me.” Frankie says. “Figured they’d rough you up pretty good, had the pedal to the metal all the way, but I couldn’t get more than this from storage without raising some eyebrows.” 

Nico reaches slowly for the package and raises it to his mouth, turning away and curling in on himself to hide as he swallows down the chilled blood. It’s even more humiliating to be seen devouring his own former friend’s blood than it is to have Frankie see him battered, broken, and naked. 

It isn’t nearly enough blood to heal what’s been done to him. But it’s knitting his bones together enough he thinks he can walk on the ankle if he supports himself with something, and at least the gashes aren’t actively bleeding out anymore, just red and raw. 

“Can you walk?” Frankie asks, and if Nico didn’t know better, he’d say that was real concern he hears in the man’s voice.

“Think so.”

“Then let’s get out of here. I don’t trust Guido not to be planning an ambush.” 

Honestly, neither does Nico, but Guido is also smart enough to know outright killing a hunter in his own turf after there’s been documented contact is a move guaranteed to bring the Sunrisers down on his operation in force. Right now, they’re a thorn in his side when he skirts the law, but if he pisses them off, they’ll go scorched earth. 

Frankie doesn’t move out of the doorway, which means Nico has to get to his feet on his own. He uses the wall for support, limping around the edge of it until he reaches the door.

Frankie puts his free arm under Nico’s shoulders, other hand keeping the gun trained on as wide an arc of the warehouse as he can manage, and helps Nico to the loading door, which is cranked open far enough Nico can see the dark red GTO parked outside. 

A chill harbor breeze whips through the opening. Frankie grimaces. “Sorry about the cold, but I’ve got to get you in the car first.” Nico understands. They’re a lot safer in the vehicle than they are in this place. 

As soon as Nico is settled into the back seat, Frankie is up front in the driver’s place, and the doors are locked, Frankie turns around over the seat back.

“My go bag is under the seat there. Grab whatever you need.” 

Nico rummages around under the seat until he finds the battered duffel with Frankie’s old college baseball team logo on it. There’s a set of civilian clothes on top, the worn flannel shirts and black jeans Frankie always favored.

Frankie is taller and thinner than him, but he takes the clothes anyway. Better than nothing. They don’t fit well, and it’s hard to wrangle himself into too-tight jeans and shirtsleeves when he’s got a half-healed ankle and arm, and he’s sliding around the back seat while Frankie is driving them through the city like a bat out of hell, but he manages.

It feels like the old days.

Almost. 

But they’re headed the wrong direction for Frankie to be bringing Nico in to the locale he was operating out of last Nico knew. The Sunrisers don’t have one base location, but they do have several smaller sites scattered throughout the city that they use for holding areas or clinics. Frankie isn’t heading for any of them.

Instead, he parks under a highway overpass and kills the engine. 

“This is as far as I can take you,” he says.

Nico finishes lacing up the boots that are already rubbing sore spots on his heels and ankles, but at least come up his leg far enough that they make an extra brace for his bad ankle.

“I thought you wanted me dead.”

“Not like this.” Frankie shakes his head. “If I ever cross you on the streets, believe me, there’ll be a stake in your heart. But I don’t hold with what some of us do to the defenseless ones.” 

Some part of Nico bristles at Frankie calling him defenseless, even though right now, it’s absolutely true. 

“I had to call this in. When I come back empty-handed they’re going to want to know why. I’ll cover for you, but this is your warning. Get the hell out of this city because there’s not going to be anywhere in it left for you to hide.” 

The GTO pulls away and Nico starts walking. He’s about a mile from where he wants to be. 

The old Buick Riviera is still in the storage unit that used to be his dad’s. It’s a matter of seconds for him to snap off the lock with his vampire strength.

He hasn’t been back in this car since he was turned, but his go bag is still in the back seat, there’s still stakes and first aid supplies in the door pockets, and the radio is still tuned to the indie station that played classical-sounding covers of the latest pop hits. 

He pulls out of the storage company’s lot and onto the highway, heading west. 

He has to get as far from New York as he can.

Ricky just got accepted to an oceanography program in San Diego. 

Maybe he can kill two birds with one stone. 

If not, California is as good a place to die as any.

(You can read this story and more from this universe on my WorldAnvil here!)

@catwingsathena @nade2308 @the-one-and-only-valkyrie @telltaleclerk @ettawritesnstudies  @writeouswriter @whump-place @the-lovely-wren

[secretgaygenttomura]

A Life Worth Living - Chapter 3

TW for verbal abuse/manipulation

The walk home was one made in shame and fear, furtive glances sneaking up at the man. It'd been halfway there before Tomura actually decided to speak up and say something. "...Your name isn't actually Goemon, isn't it, Mister?"

Damn it, he was totally going to give himself away at this rate, but the allure to curiosity his younger state of being gave him was inescapable. You'd think you'd be able to advise your younger self otherwise? No, being young fills you with so many impulses that you don't know what to do with, you just have to go along with them sometimes.

It isn't that he hadn't learned how to filter himself, it's that often by reflex, humans speak before they think. It's a pretty dangerous habit of humans.

The man almost seemed to flinch at the mention, but it was just him being still for a moment too long. He looked down at Tomura with a wry, faux-relaxed smile, "Now, Young Shimura, why would you think that?"

Tomura took a deep breath in and out; watching the pavement pass beneath his feet as they walked, "You... You said your name was different, some other time."

The tall man's smile turned strained, "Did I? You'll have to tell me what it was..."

Tomura's heart was decidedly beating much faster than it should, now. He realized he'd messed up badly, "Um... I dunno it was like..." Tomura looked up at the man, only to see his red eyes piercing through him. Scared, Tomura's voice choked up, "U-Uh...?"

Tomura gulped, trying to look at anything else around him, "M-Mister, you're scaring me- I really don't know."

The man looked up and away, "Hm... You're an interesting one, Shimura."

Tomura let out a quiet sigh of relief, thinking the danger had passed... It didn't.

The man stopped them dead in their tracks, and said, "You are a very interesting one." He knelt down to Tomura, making direct eye contact. "Tell me, boy... you haven't gone to the doctor for your quirk yet, have you?"

Tomura took a step back, startled, "I-I dunno-"

"Good." The man regained a grin, "Because... May I tell you a secret?"

Admittedly, even scared half to death, Tomura nodded.

"They were going to tell you you weren't getting one anyway, Tenko... You're quirkless!" The man held up one of Tenko's hands, offering, "Unless... You'd want one of mine? I can give one to you with my quirk... All For One."

Tomura's stance was held frigidly still, as All For One stared at him with glinting eyes from under his fedora. This close of an encounter caused a wave of memories lost in dissociative fugues to come rushing back. This was exactly how it'd happened last time, why couldn't he remember? Suddenly he was back in the past as Tenko again, as the same All For One made him a deal for his new quirk... He mumbled, "All For One..."

The accidental absence of a questioning tone had All For One gaining suspicion, before he looked at All For One's hand, and quickly pulling his own away. "I- How do you know that, though? You're not a doctor... I could have a quirk! What kinda quirk would you give me, anyways?"

Besides his hate for the Decay quirk and what it did to him, Tomura couldn't stop staring at All For One's hand, thinking about it. Despite how dangerous it was, it was also... familiar. Maybe he could do it right this time...

All For One answered, waving his fingers to show off tiny lightshows dancing around his hand, "I'd give you... Something incredibly powerful. It would be so easy to become a hero with it, your father wouldn't even blink before getting you enrolled at UA."

"Really...?" Tomura's curiosity posessed him yet again, but he was still skeptical. His memories blurred just near the end of their encounter, as if...

"So, Tenko, do we have a deal?"

Dealing with the devil, of course. Even as Tomura knew what would come out of this, he knew how Decay worked, he could control it this time. At least, he hoped he could.

---

The next thing he knew, he was standing at the door of his house, looking up as Mr. Goemon walked away, and his mom ushered him back inside. "Tenko... Your father better not have heard that..."

She sighed, "Well, it's almost time for your medication cream anyway. Can you go find your toys and meet me in the living room?"

Feeling somewhat dizzy, Tomura nodded. He guessed he was just tired, not sure exactly why, though... His hands were kind of tingly, but that's probably from getting them all scraped up playing, right? Yeah...

But, when all things went quiet for just a moment, was when Tomura heard a terrifyingly familiar heavy footstep behind him. He felt like he was weightless again, but this time it was served alongside terror as he found himself being dragged across the house by his father.

"Playing hero again? What did I tell you, Tenko?!"

As Tomura flailed to reach the ground again and regain control of the situation he once again felt so utterly helpless in, Nao returned to the hall. Appalled, she cried out, "Kotaro! Stop being so hard on him!"

Tomura gave in to his instinct to cry, reaching out for his mother, but this time his sobs and whines were quieter... Almost sounding strangled. He couldn't tell you why or how, but he knew the last time, he had made much more noise.

Kotaro said, as they approached the sliding back door to their house, "Maybe you've finally learned your lesson this time."

Exiting to the backyard and leaving Nao behind, Tomura's flailing caused him to stub his toe on one of the steps. He whimpered, ironically getting quieter as he curled into himself from the pain. He was so used to reacting in anger and internalizing, now it was finally rubbing off on his new self.

Kotaro set him down on their patio across the yard, to which Tomura quickly scrambled back to the fence. Looking up at his father while he cradled his foot, he grit his teeth as tears cascaded down his face against his will. He cursed for his father's coming death, but couldn't muster up the courage to say it to his face.

Kotaro stated coldly, "You'll stay out here until I say you can come back inside, got it?"

Tomura furrowed his brows and looked to the side with a pained pout. That turned out not to be the right answer.

"Tenko!" Kotaro yelled.

Tomura immediately snapped back to attention, prematurely wincing back from the hit he was sure he was going to get. But he couldn't even be right about that, could he?

"You will not undermine my authority in this house, boy." Kotaro commanded, "Say yes."

"Y-Yes, Father." Tomura muttered.

The silence was so loud in those following seconds.

"Good." Without another word, Kotaro turned around and went back inside.

Tomura breathed heavily, as the tears continued to run down his cheeks, irritating his scratches and stinging his eyes and nose in the sharp, cold air of dusk. He did not need a reminder of why he never wanted to return here. Why this day?

Only reflecting back, did Tomura actually remember the same day playing out in his previous life. Playing hero with Mikkun and Tomo-chan... All For One... Being kicked out of the house before dinner. His attention turned back to the house, the thought of his father briefly causing another wave of crying before he stabilized himself.

From across the yard, Tomura couldn't tell much of what was going on. There was the typical, Mom arguing with Father. His grandparents were also talking. He couldn't see his sister or Mon-chan.

He decided to look back up at the sky, try to pass the time by distracting himself with the many things outdoors. The clouds were scattered perfectly across the sky, the golden edges just starting to glow as the sun started approaching the horizon, though their suburban sprawl didn't allow Tomura to see it. The sight relaxed him, but only slightly. Maybe if he just kept staring, time would go faster.

And it did, but not in the way he expected. Left alone with his thoughts, some garden tools, and nothing more, his mind started to drift. The clouds became representations of his friends, family, memories; coloring the sky with several different scenes, all playing simultaneously. From one corner, he could see Kurogiri being introduced to him. From another, Toga was making silly faces behind Dabi while he talked. Looking through Mikkun's All Might collection, playing League Of Legends with Spinner, picking flowers with Hana while Mon-chan chased his own tail, Having a three-sided argument with Twice.

He didn't really realize how much his friends meant to him until they were...

Suddenly, his mother seemingly appearing out of nowhere in front of him startled him.

"Tenko!" She held a hand up to his cheek, gently wiping off a tear he couldn't feel before, "Sweetie, your father's been calling you for 5 minutes. Come on, lets get you some dinner."

The sky was dark.

---

The next day went roughly similarly to the former, though Tomura tried to stay away from playing heroes again... It's not like he'd become one anyway. Mikkun wasn't there that day, something about getting sick, so only Tomo-chan was there to talk.

"Your dad wasn't mean again, was he, Ten?" She pouted.

Tomura didn't return a response.

"Tenko, please, you gotta talk to me! You're acting really weirdly..."

With some frustration, Tomura raised his voice, "I just don't wanna talk about it...!"

Tomo-chan stood in stunned silence for a few moments, before hardening her disposition, "Well, now you really gotta tell me what's wrong. I've never heard you snap at someone like that!"

Tomura was surprised. He'd pretty much always thought of himself as some bratty, rude kid, because he'd always been told he was. "What do you mean...?"

"Ten, you're like the most kindhearted kid I've ever met! Just like I keep saying, 'you're just like All Might!'" Tomo-chan made the according pose, trying to strengthen her point. "Don't you get it? I haven't even seen you get mad at Ms. Sayaka when she's so strict on us."

Tomura ruminated on that, quietly.

He sighed before turning his head away, finally talking about it, "... Tomo-chan, I don't think I can be a hero..."

Tomo-chan's eyebrows furrowed, "Why not?"

"There's a lotta reasons."

"Just tell me, Ten." Tomo-chan urged, her tone quieter.

Tomura looked at her again, a steady, focused expression on her face. He searched for just about any reason not to tell her about what was going on, and... He found none. She had some of the most crucial parts of his friends in his past life: Toga's brashness, Dabi's pickiness, Kurogiri's calmness when things went wrong... and that was enough to give in, for Tomura.

"Tomo-chan... I..." This was difficult, "I think I'm gonna turn out to be a villain, a really bad one. But it's not all gonna be my fault.

I think when I get it, my quirk is going to hurt people when I get it, and that's gonna scare me into hurting more and more people, and then its gonna break things, and break and break and break them until theres nothing in the world anymore but dust...

And I think that man that took me home yesterday, Mr. Goemon, has something to do with it..."

"Ten...?"

Tomura gulped, nervous, "Y-Yeah?"

Tomo-chan exhaled quietly, a hint of disbelief glinting in her eyes, "This all sounds kinda crazy, Ten... I don't think you could harm a fly. But I can try and help."