#spending money to relieve the horrors!!!!

[telumendils]

guess who just bought hobbit ears and a one ring replica so they can be fem!frodo for halloween this year. (it's me.)

[dernhelmalso]

guess who just bought hobbit ears and a one ring replica so they can be fem!frodo for halloween this year. (it's me.)

[oikasugayama]

YOU TELL HIM THAT YOU'RE H0RN¥

PREMISE: You're just friends, but you wanna test the boundaries. How does he react when you tell him that you're horny?

INCLUDES: Akutagawa, Dazai, Nikolai, Poe, Atsushi, Ranpo

No smut, heavy on dialogue. These are goofy!! One part only.

Akutagawa

That gif is the horny taking over his body.

"Akutagawa."

"Hm?"

"I'm horny."

He looks up at you, face somewhere between horror-stricken and confused.

"Why would you say such a thing to me?"

"Obviously because I want you to do something about it."

"What?"

"I said--"

"--No, no, I heard you the first time."

"So?"

"So what?"

"Sooo, do you want to have sex, orrr?"

Akutagawa stares blankly at something nearby for a solid minute, completely silent, and then stands up abruptly.

"Yes. Let's go to a love hotel."

Dazai

"Dazaaaaai. I'm horny," you whine, an over-exaggerated pout on your face.

"Ohh? Shall I help you take care of that?" He purrs, exaggeratedly flirting. "I'll treat you reaaaal nice." He winks, ready for you to say something like "ew no, freak" and laugh it off like usual. Except...

"God, yes. I was gonna ask."

"Huh?" He short-circuits. He pauses, trying to figure out if you're fucking with him or not. Usually you'd start laughing after two or three seconds, but you're standing up and walking toward him--

"Holy shit. Oh my god, you're serious?!" He jumps up from his chair, eyes lighting up, and horny stirring in his pants. "If you're joking you have to tell me right now."

"Why don't you come with me to the broom closet and see if I'm joking?"

"This is the greatest day of my life," he says as you pull him along.

Nikolai

"I'm really horny, so you're gonna have to stop looking so hot or I'm gonna have to leave."

The grin he already wore spread wider across his face.

"Is that so?"

He summons and portal and in the blink of an eye is crowding you in your space, laying a hand on your thigh, breathing on your neck.

"What's doing it for you, dovey? Is it the beautiful, luscious hair? My devilishly handsome smile?"

"It's those fucking thunder thighs in the striped pants is what it is," you huff, trying to push him back, but he takes your hands and moves your arms to be around his shoulders.

"I can keep them on while I fuck you," he says lowly into your ear. "Would you like that?"

You pull him against you.

"Put your money where your mouth is, Nikolai."

Poe

"Poe, I'm having a really nice time hanging out with you and all, but I have to be honest: I'm really horny, so I probably need to go home before I start trying to fuck you."

He is so flustered that he can't even form a sentence. What you can see of his face is beet red, and he scrambles for the door. You think he's going to open it and usher you out, but he presses his back against it, blocking your exit.

"No," he finally says, "Don't leave."

"Poe, you're in the danger zone. If I don't relieve some tension I'm gonna get really grouchy."

"I can help," he stutters out.

"Huh?"

He starts trying to apologize, but you laugh and cross the room to him.

"I didn't expect you to be into it," you admit. "I definitely said it to get your attention, but I thought you'd say no."

"Then I have not made my feelings known enough."

Atsushi

"Can I ask you a stupid question?"

"Sure!" Atsushi responds enthusiastically. Your head is laying in his lap and you're staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Do you ever get horny when you hang out with your friends?"

"Uhh, I don't think that's something that happens with your friends," he says, and you turn to look up at him.

"It doesn't? Like, you've never gotten horny while spending time with me?"

"Uhh..." His face slowly starts turning red.

"I've gotten horny hanging out with you. I'm kind of horny right now, honestly."

"UMMMMM..........."

"So you're saying that right now my face being near your dick isn't turning you on?"

"I wouldn't say that..."

"I sure hope you wouldn't because I think I can literally feel you getting hard against my skull. Do you wanna stop talking and start making out now?"

Ranpo

"I'm horny."

"I know."

"What? How do you know?"

"You keep squirming in your seat, you're trying to arch your back when you lean your elbow on the table, and you keep biting your lip when you think I'm not looking at you."

"But you must be looking at me because you noticed all of that. But I haven't seen your eyes on me."

"I'm watching you from the corner of my eye like I usually do."

"Oh? And why would you be watching me, Ranpo?"

"Because I like to?" he says like it's obvious.

"Do you have a little crush on me, Ranpo?"

"Wouldn't you like to know. If only you have my super deduction you'd know."

"I don't think I need super deduction to know. I think I can figure it out in one question."

"Oh? Try me."

"When are you going to fuck me?"

He tries to bite back a smile but he can't. He finally looks directly at you, and it tells you everything you need to know.

"Your place or mine?"

[hetaherr]

spending habits

:wriothesley modern au!

:fluff, crack, mentions of swearing, gender neutral

i thought this would be pretty funny, a little ooc and definetely self indulgent because i love recieving stupid gifts- hell i love buying myself stupid things from aliexpress LOL. and for those with gift giving as your love language, NO SHAME!! don't feel bad about it, ur deserving of all your cute little presents and trinkets, anyway ily <3 reblog to win ur 5050s

"holy shit"

wriothesley raises an eyebrow as he flips through a few documents in bed, he looks your way with anticipation. he watches you blink at your phone, proceeding to look back up at him, then back to your phone in utter disbelief, eyes wide and mouth agape, he can't help but chuckle.

"i just got some email confirmation, of- hear this, three hundred, three hundred fucking dollars."

you say, shoving the phone in wriothesley's face. he squints at how your phone is set at a level of brightness that put even the gates of heaven to shame. he stays quiet as he barely skims through the email before shrugging.

"yea i know, i paid for it."

as he says so nonchalantly, he sees your face distort into that of pure horror. what does he mean by, he paid for it?

"you really don't remember?"

he laughs. the sound of his voice usually makes you feel various emotions, all dancing around the themes of love and passion, but now you would have to add straight terror to the list as your heart sinks to the depths of your stomach. his big hands let go of your phone, and make its way to cup our cheeks.

"when i picked you up last night, you were pissed drunk-"

he chuckles as he interupts himself. his thumbs caressing your plump and soft cheeks. you await him to continue, dreading to hear what ridiculous scheme you managed to come up with while drunk.

"and though i'm not sure where you got this idea from, you kept insisting that i wasn't spending enough money on myself-"

"no...."

you interupt, gasping as you realise where the conversation was headed. wriothesley smiles at your reaction. clearly he doesn't feel like the situation is that big of a deal and it leaves you baffled at the fact he seems to be taking it so lightly.

"i simply said i'd rather spend my money on you and i really don't think i've seen you look so excited in my life. we spent the evening browsing your wishlist, you certainly had some odd things saved might i add."

he laughs again so unphased, while you were absolutely destroyed and horrified by your actions you were visably shrinking under the covers.

you couldn't bare to look at him, face red and the feeling of guilt was so heavy, not to mention the embarrassment you felt. you were really going through it... once again his warm hands make its way under the sheets and snaked around your waist. there's a soft hum of your name and as relieved as you are that he doesn't seem angry at the three hundred over dollars missing from his bank account, you simple can't bring yourself to look him in the eyes as he joins you under the blanket.

"my my, aren't you cute."

he says in that awfully familiar tone, the one he uses when he knows he has an advantage over you. he looks at your flustered face, the same face that manages to tug at his heartstrings everytime he sees it. you mutter countless apologies and promises that you'll definetely pay him back, as you bury your head into your hands.

"hm? i'd much rather you didn't sweetie, no matter how much money you decided to milk out of me it'll never reach the extent of which, i love you."

bonus: you decide not to look through the list of items that drunk you had insisted on getting and throughout the next few weeks, you and wriothesley would find packages addressed to you on the doorstep. it feels sorta like christmas and you open it together, some items are so ridiculously niche and some even straight up useless. you both have no idea what to do with it but it does do a good job at making the both of you laugh. wriothesley's favourite is when a piece of clothing comes, obviously he asks you to model it for him, spinning you around and even going as far as whistling at you when it's something excessively skimpy.

[artofkhaos404]

what are your villain!todoroki headcanons 👀

Thanks for the ask, man! I got a few...

× Sometime before Shoto decides he wants to go to UA, imagine Dabi leaving an anonymous note for him, asking to meet alone, and on the note are some details listed about Shoto's abusive childhood that no one could have possibly known unless they lived in the Todoroki household. That's a mystery Shoto can't resist solving, so he meets up with him. Dabi reveals his identity as Touya Todoroki and explains to Shoto why he's doing what he's doing- to reveal the truth of Endeavor's evil deeds to the world. Dabi offers Shoto an opportunity to help in this plot, or if nothing else, a way out of his abusive household; coming to live with his brother. Maybe Shoto has to take some time to think about it, but eventually, he makes the decision secretly run away and move in with Dabi to escape Endeavor- but nothing more. However, the more time he spends hanging around the League and hearing their own horror stories, the more time he spends bonding with his brother and experiencing new things with him he was never allowed to before, Todoroki begins to realize just how much damage has been done unto him by his parents. As time goes on, he begins to see their perspective and understand their plight intimately. He grows to hate commercialized heroism in general; because if someone as terrible as Endeavor can become a hero... what could the other greats be hiding behind their masks? And how much pain could be relieved from victims of fake heroes, such as himself and Dabi, if someone were to stop these "heroes?" Wouldn't that act be heroism; true and unadulterated? Shoto then makes the decision to join his brother in the mission that Stain began before them; to tear corrupted hero society to the ground.

× I don't think Shoto would abandon his morals completely as a villain. He would consider himself more akin to an underground hero that works with villains for a common goal. Most of he and Dabi's arguments would probably revolve around this 😅

× His villain costume would be just as simple and practical as his hero costume. I imagine the same design, but in white and black rather than the dark blue.

× Even when he's old enough to get a place of his own, Shoto decides to stay in Dabi's apartment. Growing up with so many siblings, living alone sounds more lonely than it's worth to him despite his introversion. Dabi and Shoto are both quiet types who enjoy their own spaces, but they also both value the comfort of a presence being in the other room.

× I could see Shoto taking in a stray cat, maybe one who is injured or blind or missing an ear, and bringing it back to Dabi's apartment. At first, Dabi said it was a waste of time and money and that he should throw the thing out. But after seeing how much comfort the little furball brought Shoto, he stopped complaining about it.

× Dabi would train Shoto to use his left side; insisting on helping his brother get over the fear of being like their father in order for Shoto to realize his full potential.

× Shoto would have trouble getting along with the more impulsive, violent League members such as Shigaraki- Dabi would often end up playing referee (all the while chuckling at the colorful yet painfully accurate insults Shoto would throw).

× Despite this, Shoto can be just as impulsive if you trigger him on the wrong day. Instead of becoming warmer through the series, like in canon, Shoto would become colder and more heartless as time went on. He would never hurt someone for the thrill, but if he feels you need to be brought to justice or if you step to him, he'll do what he feels like.

× And if you hurt a child and he sees it or hears about it? Might as well count yourself dead. Same goes for Dabi. They may be cruel people, but they don't stand for child abuse.

× It wasn't always this way. When they were first reunited, Shoto saw Dabi do unspeakable things- even to children. But gradually, through one another's influence, Shoto became a better villain and Dabi became a better person.

[dairy-farmer]

Haven't preached the gospel of Civilian Tim in a while >.> my boy would be so disappointed in me. I forgot about my boy! <:O

So consider!

Smol Tim! Knows he has to be SUUUPER careful. Mrs. Mac or his parents COULD find his Batman Notes and collection of blurry Baby's First Photographs, after all. So he keeps it vague. Never any names. Cryptic references. The works. Nothing that someone who doesn't know what HE knows, would understand.

But! He's also slightly less athletic then Cannon Tim. Or perhaps, Mrs. Mac is slightly less oblivious. She suspects Somethings Up(tm). Gets that distinct wiff of "child doing something they know they shouldn't behind my back". So waits in her car one night instead of actually going home like she usually does.

Oh dear lord.

Is he SNEAKING OUT!?

TIMMY!!!

Unfortunately, she picks the worst time to startle him. He's half way down the wall, having avoided the already Alarm Primed front door, from the SECOND FLOOR. The small child falls. Eats it, crushing a decorative bush.

This does NOT calm Mrs. Mac down.

He gets a concussion and one of two DOZEN hysterical calls to his parents from Mrs. Mac at the hospital. They think he's dying. Drop everything and rush back.

Are FURIOUS but relieved he's mostly okay.

His Dad, determined to figure out what the FUCK he thought he was doing, finds his Batman stuff. Tim sits, woozy, and wonders if he's watching his parent's Villian origin story as they rage and curse Batman out. His mom wants to shoot him.

It's decided (for him, no he does NOT get a say) that he is NOT staying in Gotham. Where God forsaken furries stalk the night, tempting innocent people's sons into running around the crumbling rooftops and too their early graves. Absolutely not. Tim is going to boarding school.

Tim doesn't WANT to go to boarding school.

But he doesn't get a say.

However... his parents? Do seem really excited? And spend lots of time with him looking over the options. Telling him stories about trips they took to countries near by. It's... it's actually kinda exciting. Nice, even.

And boarding school isn't even that bad.

No one makes fun of him for being quite or "new money". He makes friends. His parents VISIT since the airport isn't too far and they can plan lay-overs through it. He slowly forgets about the Heros of Gotham.

There are local Heros. They kinda suck. He keeps trying to send them notes on how to improve but somehow? They interpret it as a threat? God, they are dumb.

The trip that should have killed his parents? Never happens. Because there was an important event at the School and then CERTAIN local idiots failed to stop their telekinetic Villian from destroying all the planes. By the time his parents managed to reschedule? The local police in Haiti were desperately calling to warn them to Stay Put.

He graduates. Heads... well, he guesses "Home"? Back to Gotham. After a decade away. It's still just as Gothic, shitty, and creepy as always. His parents are out on their new dig, so? Place to himself~ Sweet.

Even if his old room is basicly untouched. Kiddy sheets and all. He'll need new everything. Which? As he pokes around? Leads him to finding his own HIGHLY Creepy? Cryptic, Possibly-Haunted, Horror Movie Notes(tm).

Baby Tim... WTF.

He remembers these. Remembers understanding them...

Does... NOT understand them now.

Huh.

He can? Sort of decipher them. Based off what he knows about himself at that age? It's "something, something, circus, something, Wayne's." And this other one just references Bats, which... kinda obvious. This is all clearly about BATman.

The question is? Does he CARE?

.....maybe a little bit.

Curse his insatiable curiosity. He collects Baby Him's creepy notes. The horror movie photographs. Starts making a list of furniture he'll need, and... Ding~ Dong~! Door? Who in gods name would be at the DOOR? Houses around here are massively spaced out.

He goes to check.

Standing there, in their work out clothes, is the unfairly gorgeous Dickie Wayne and sharply handsome young blood son, Damian Wayne. Life long neighbors. Haven't seen one of them since childhood, the other at ALL. Why are they at his house?

Hi?

Dickie is like getting hit by a semi-truck of Friendly. Tim feels an almost feline urge to hiss and bite the man to make him back off. The blood son just watchs. Sharp gaze an unfairly beautiful green, as he just? Seems to observe and consider. So, clearly no help there.

Dickie seems to think Tim is moving in? Is new? Wow. Way to be observant. Dude, the Drake's have lived next to your family since BEFORE TIM WAS BORN. We're just abroad a lot. We travel. Tim's just graduated. Is going to start his work in Drake Industries.

He gets a blank look from Dickie.

Damian at least know exactly what he's talking about. Was simply unaware that they were neighbors. Apologizes for Dickie's... He means well.

Tim has to laugh.

What a brutal kid. He likes him. They part ways. Tim doesn't notice the lingering looks or flushing cheeks, his fluffy and unguarded appearance has gotten him. Soft in a way nothing in Gotham or their lives ever is.

Tim gets to work. Modernizing the house and updating the furniture. Lots to buy and do, after all. Its exhausting. Thank god for the pool. And since it in the back, away from the road, he doesn't have to worry about all those absurd prudish drama queens he's met at the local market, getting food.

He can relax in a barely-there, string, bikini bottom. Topless. Soak in what little sun there manages to be.

Utterly entrance various Poor Bats, who are just trying to get their steps in. With so, so much soft and unmarked skin. Pretty little mosquito bite tits, the gentle curves and dips of his lounging body. Long legs, relaxed and sprawled teasingly open. Enough to torment but not enough to see.

They could never be that relaxed. Too many enemies. Too deeply ingrained to stay on gaurd. But there Tim lays, soaking up the sunshine with a drink and podcast. Utterly boneless.

A glimpse into another world. What they fight to protect. So different it... it almost become a fetish.

And it quickly does. Mentally playing house. Pretending civilian. They would go on dates and bring him flowers, they think, spying on him. Have dinners for two, cuddle on the couch, they imagine, as they break bones in the frigid rain. On and on. Them and their pretty civilian boyfriend.

The boy next door. Hallmark romances. Romantic novels. Fated encounters. Each of them framing it differently in their head. No less obsessive. Getting more by the day.

And Tim? Well, for him, things are feeling... Off(tm). His neighbors are? Weirdly friendly. He'd say cultishly friendly, but he doesn't even think they're religious. Yet his gut is SCREAMING "somethings not right here".

He can't figure out his creepy kid-self's notes. And it's starting to seem IMPORTANT. Because he HEARD that Brucie Wayne? Was a himbo. An idiot. But no one in that family reads as genuinely dumb to Tim. So why are they pretending? What are they HIDING? And??

Does it have something to do with how he keeps seeing the fuckin BATS around his house? His office? He's pretty sure they broke in. Found at least on bug. There might be cameras. He got kidnapped and like? Five! Of them showed up. FIVE.

Crowded super close to untie him, all lingering touches and predators grins.

Is he being hunted by vampires? Demons?

Bat people?!

How many times did they watch him masturbate before he realized there could be cameras!? And is he REALLY sure the shower is safe to get off in, now? It better be. He refuses to stop, just because he's being hunted by cryptids!

And off course~♡ Ivy, our Beloved. (We salute you o7) Oh dear and precious Bringer of Convenient Plot Devices. Escapes! Oh nooooo! And she was doing so well.

She hits? You guessed it! Drake Pharmaceuticals. The main branch of Drake Industries. Because a CERTAIN member of the Board has been lying about where he's been putting run-off. Like that's not a known death-sentence in Gotham. Are you KIDDING US, Geoffrey!?

Tim, bravely, tries to talk her down. Was already trying to fix other damage. WILL fix that. He didn't know. Please, Dr. Isely!

She thinks he's young and twink-y. Gives him a chance. Feeds Geoffrey to a plant. Chaos and Bats ensue.

But on no! Ivy definitely pulled the "remember. I can DESTROY YOU" card with her Chance(tm) and hit Tim with a Pollen dose. It's already been too long. Anti-agent will help, but? Ultimately not enough. Tim needs treatment.

......don't WORRY, Civilian! The Bats say with far more enthusiasm then the rightfully should, coming dangerously close to perky chirping. They are Here To Help~!

Odd, how Tim does NOT feel terribly safe, being stared down by the hungry eyes of Bat Cryptids. But also his skin feels like it's on slow fire and his insides hurt, soooo.... Make It STOP.

He's scooped up and dragged to the nap room he had set up connecting to his office. The don't stop CROWDING. Hands reaching out, stroking and touching. Gazes heavy enough to feel lewder the their hands, as they blatantly plot what they're going to do to him.

Batman, who by all accounts, is supposed to be the one to keep his various hellions in check, leading the charge. Seeming almost giddy as he carries Tim off. Gently dumps him on his napping bed.

He's surrounded.

They work together to get rid of "pollen contaminated clothing". Which is apparently everything. Hands are everywhere, making him whimper as they stroke oversensitive skin. Nightwing holding his head and neck still, plundering his mouth until he can't breathe.

Gloved hands are teasing his tits. Stroking his stomach. Holding his hands tight, to wrap it around something hard and hot. Thrusting against his palms. Legs being held open by strong hangs. Hearing Batman shift but being unable to move.

Embarrassing noises ripped out of him, back bowing, as squirming wet heat starts eating him out. Sucking, swirling, fucking in and out. None of the boys at school could EVER have come close. Tim finds himself twitching and coming apart embarrassingly fast.

Only it doesn't end.

He's never gone past one before.

The Pollens going to make sure EVERYONE gets a turn. Bruce barely holding back, while he stretchs him. The instant he decides it's enough, he's surging up, lining up and fucking himself in. Tim is utterly destroyed. Not a single Bat missing their golden chance to fuck Tim. Several times, at LEAST.

And of course? Once you have a taste of what you desire? Obsessions get so, SO much worse. A few more Pollen incidents that spring and summer? Well obviously, he's their Boyfriend now. Even if he doesn't know it.

It's all very horror movie, but the moster wants to bone you incoherent. Will Tim ever figure out the secret of the Waynes? Will he eventually be seduced by the constant, unexpected, but frankly mind-blowing dickings? Can orgasms win the day?

Who knows! Not me!

I just want them to obsess over Civilian Tim, fetishize his sexy Normal Life and hot bod, and (importantly) LOVINGLY gang bang the Timmy. He deserves to be the center of attention, you know? Get so, SO many orgasms. Be treated like a treasured princess of fuckies. Then cuddled for taking it so well, when they pounded him drooling and nearly to tears.

Give the Bats something to come home too! Their lives suck! They should have a Tim!

-🐼🐼🐼

them fetishizing civilian tim's life, growing more obsessed and voyeuristic with him!!😍😍

[pizzatowerepisodes]

Oh Brother!

Peppino gets a letter from someone called “Maurice” who says his ma wants them to spend time with each other. After Peppino barricades the entrance to his restaurant, he turns around and, to his horror, sees that Gustavo has let in a man who looks a lot like him. Peppino introduces Gustavo to his older brother, who wears a blue and green outfit with a cap. 

First impressions are already sour as while Peppino is nervously trying to be nice, Maurice chastises him for running the dump of a pizza joint. Even when they try to serve him a meal on the house, Maurice is disgusted by the mediocrity of Italian cuisine and demands for steak. Peppino reveals to Gustavo and Brick that Maurice has always been like this, but can’t do anything about it because he's much older and stronger than him.

That night, Peppino reluctantly invites Maurice back to his house, with yet more criticisms from him about Peppino’s living conditions. Maurice takes the bed while Peppino sleeps on the couch. The next morning, Peppino wakes up to Maurice not being in the house anymore. He’s relieved, believing that the visit has come to a quick end, and is happy to go back to his restaurant.

When Peppino arrives at his business, he is absolutely horrified by what he sees; a huge pile of garbage at the back of his restaurant, and the sign has changed to say “Maurice’s Garbage Factory” Maurice reveals he signed a contract with Mr Stick to buy the rights to the land. All that empty space for a failing pizzeria was a waste, and he’s making better use of it. Mr Stick begs an angered Peppino not to hurt him because he wasn’t just motivated by greed, Maurice threatened to hit him with a bag of nickels. Peppino sadly heads back to his house, with Gus and Brick having to stay behind since they’re now Maurice’s employees.

We see how Maurice bothers the rest of the cast over the next few days.

Maurice brings in his own lunches because Noisette’s cafe is “disgusting on the eyes and tastebuds” 

He’s very unresponsive to Noise trying to bother him several times, much to Noise's frustration. 

When Pepperman tries to give Maurice a house tour, he asks if Narcissus reincarnated into an apple because there is no other reason someone would want to look at their own grotesque reflection so much. 

When Fake Peppino tries to imitate Maurice, he just calls him a pathetic attempt at a doppelgänger who belongs with the rest of the trash. 

When Pizzahead tries to blow up the joint, Maurice reveals he has a lawyer on speed dial and will sue for property damage. The legitimacy of the lawyer is questionable, but Pizzahead doesn’t want to take any chances.

Even Mr Stick gets sick of Maurice. He outright refuses to pay rent because he doesn’t believe in taxes and he throws Mr Stick’s gadgets away, calling them useless gimmicky toys. Mr Stick rips up the contract and gives Maurice his money back, but Maurice reveals he has a copy of the contract and more stored somewhere safe.

After work hours, the gang gathers to talk about making Maurice leave and bringing Peppino back. Not only because of everything else that happened but audiences of the cartoon will not respond well to such an unpleasant main character. They go to Peppino’s house, only to be greeted by Maurice again. Apparently, Maurice kicked Peppino out because he didn't want anyone jobless living with him. The rest of the gang panics to look for Peppino.

Eventually, they find Peppino tucked away in an alleyway, filthy, disheveled, and roasting a tree branch on an open fire, as all the garbage he could’ve eaten is at Maurice’s. They all beg for Peppino to come back, with Gustavo saying how everyone really likes him… well, Noise says he likes to hate Peppino, unlike Maurice, whom Noise just hates to hate. Pizzahead tries to encourage Peppino as well, saying that he’s been such a good enemy who’s thwarted so many plans, so he can’t give up just because a grouchy relative told him to. This gives Peppino the confidence boost he needs to head back.

Tomorrow at Maurice’s business, Peppino and his friends/enemies show up, demanding the restaurant back. Maurice is not budging and reminds everyone that he owns the joint. With much encouragement from everyone, Peppino doesn’t back down despite clearly being scared. 

Maurice decides that if Peppino’s so desperate for the restaurant, they should fight for it like men. They sit at a table and prepare for an arm wrestle. Peppino looks petrified while Maurice is unphased. Noise does the countdown, everyone eagerly watches, and… Peppino instantly wins, accidentally throwing Maurice on the ground and breaking his arm.

Cut to the waiting room of the hospital, where Peppino’s in shock at what happened. He believes he’s going to get beaten up with Maurice’s bag of nickels once they’re face to face again. Maurice arrives with a cast around his arm and torso. He chastises Peppino for breaking his bones, making him unable to work for a while. Peppino’s extremely apologetic. However, Maurice compliments Peppino on impressing him for the first time. He agrees to destroy all the contracts and give Peppino his restaurant back. While the brothers aren't necessarily on good terms, Peppino is satisfied knowing he doesn’t have to let Maurice walk all over him anymore.

.

[youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff]

When mori ougai requested an expensive commission to the detective agency and specifically asked for dazai everyone was tense.

They we're all nervously waiting for a trap especially dazai and yosano, yosano wanted to tell him to get stuffed and others not so polite words, it frustrated her that they have to play guest for the like of him and she still flipped him the bird to kunikida disaproval.

When after several tense weeks when they we're speculating what would the port mafia want from them and what unknown threat Yokohama was facing, it was hard even ranpo didn't know and he hated not knowing anything especially when it concerned possible threat to the agency, dazai tried asking ango while fukuzawa saw taneda but the government wasn't aware of any threat.

The worst in all that is that all the port mafia members we're suspicious akutagawa was avoiding them which atsushi found somehow more insuferable than before, kouyou and Verlaine both avoided the question and kouyou was always busy suddendly, she always take the time for kyouka, it hurt her to be avoided like that by her and chuuya didn't answer to dazai text or call which annoyed him.

Needless to say those weeks where shitty and when it was finally time to heard what they wanted from them well fukuzawa and kunikuda nearly let Yosano hit Mori with her cleaver, his smug smile didn't help in the slightest.

Dazai was immediately ticked off that something wasn't right when chuuya wasn't here so even if he acted obnoxious, he was even more thinking that something have happened to chuuya.

So he nearly shot mori when he announced that it was to plan a surprise party for chuuya.

Everyone though of it even more as a trap but then and to kunikida horror the two genius of the agency looked at each others and grinned.

While still smilling mori got the unpleasant impression that he would come to regret to ask for their help.

Which he did while they made for a great distraction they were way too enthusiastic about spending the mafia money yosano kun was gleeful in recommending all those expensive wine while the detective and little kyouka even commended sweet from the best europeans pastry and all the best and most espensive pastry shop in japan while dazai-kun commanded espensive crab ( he had to veto the canned crab and bandage) while the farm boy wanted beef.

And even fukuzawa-dono didn't help that he tried to get his executive a cat and steal the cat, he had to agree for the kitten, it was that or a cat onesie and while it would look adorable on chuuya-kun it don't fit his image as a fearsome mafiaso but judging by the look that dazai-kun had when he heard of this, he feel like chuuya-kun would get an animal onesie one way of another.

(and he had to slap himself to stop thinking of his dear elise in an onesie,stop it Rintaro the focus is on chuuya-kun not Elise-chan).

Of course chuuya got suspicious even when everyone tried to act as distraction, then when it was time for the party, the agency invited themself because they helped for the preparation after all, it's only polite to invite them

Even Q was relieved from their prison and Verlaine got out of their basement for this event.

Suprisingly dazai was one of the most involved in the preparation maybe too much for kunikida, atsushi and akutagawa sake especially when he have fight with Verlaine and kouyou on what chuuya would want and they were all shocked especially the detective by how much dazai know about chuuya .

In the end they we're all rewarded with chuuya bright smile.

[hmshermitcraft]

Keralis has never been lucky with his partners, most of them wanting his money, only wanting sex, some of them taking advantage of his kindness.(those were the hardest to break up with when he noticed it, most of them choosing the "stay with me or I'll kill myself!" path.) But he's tried again, by xisumas suggestion, and his better judgement.

xB is like an actual angel in a quilled disguise, the guardian hybrid is kind, funny, and seems to love the flirting, a welcome difference between him and the other partners Keralis has had, him and xB together are mind-numbingly romantic, much to their friends horror ("we don't need to see that!"- Xisuma "Please, get a room!"- Hypno)

-C

xB seems to recoil at the idea of Keralis spending money on him! His independence means a lot to him, and Keralis has never been so relieved when somebody argued with him over paying the bill. It was hard to explain why he was laughing!

Keralis thinks Xisuma should get to see them being lovey dovey as often as possible. It's all his fault they got together, after all!

[moonlightshaiku]

Hello! May I request a pair up? ^^

My names Dahlia (I go by Luka too but mostly Dahlia) and I'm non binary but kinda go with whatever pronouns people call me and wear whatever I feel like. I'm omniromantic and demi sexual!

I enjoy art (writing, dancing, painting, ect..), books, collecting things, bugs (I have a collection of bugs I preserved in bottles myself :), gardening, dyeing my hair black, diying clothes, luxury, science fiction and horror, cats or birds, classical music/metal/and some other alt genres of music, goth and alt everything ngl, gothic fashion or mall goth, organizing, stars, making edits, spending or earning money, bones, zombies, scheming, military stuff, debating, learning bcs knowledge is power, and hiking

My flaws and quirks are that I tend to be jealous, have a bit of a savior/supioriority complex but internally don't think I'm that great yk, a bit impulsive, really blunt, don't sleep don't eat just gotta get what I need done, petty, anxiety, depression, PTSD, ADHD, maladaptive dreaming disorder, nightmares 🌚, half done projects everywhere, competitive, loves to spoil my lover a little to much, can't sit still, needs to be uniqe, daddy issues, only ever listen to those I care for other than that im not a very good listener and a addiction to caffeine and success

My personality is entj with some enfp sprinkled in and 3w4, but basically, selfless to those I care about even a bit, polite, messed up but pretty self sustaining, eccentric, confident, can take charge, creative, assertive, sarcastic, blunt but can and will lie, extrovert, methodical, attentive, thrill seeking, witty, mindful of others unless I don't like the person, passionate, ambitious, stubborn, expressive, charismatic, sophisticated (most the time), adaptable, bit of a day dreamer but also realistic, and can and will do as I please to get what I please (unless your someone Im even just chill with I don't like hurting people to much unless they deserve it or I'm doing it on accident)

And that's it! I hope you have a lovely evening dear freind! I may have ranted a bit sorry :') but thank you so much I hope I wasn't to much trouble!

-🍷

Sevika!

(General Information: Sevika is a character from Arcane. She's a gruff fighter with a metal arm prosthesis. She's also very responsible, intelligent, and will try to end confrontations peacefully if possible.)

Sevika would absolutely love and spoil you! She's really relieved to be with someone who she believes can actually handle themself. She does worry, nonetheless.

She doesn't have a lot of time on her hands, but she'll spend every moment possible with you. Loves spoiling you, just as you spoil her. When her (relatively large) paycheck comes in, she would absolutely love taking you shopping.

She loves your ambition! Whatever you plan to do in your adult life, she will support. She'll get you whatever you need and put as much of her spare time forward as possible.

She probably picks up little trinkets and bugs when she has the time? And (especially if you're forgetful) will leave it on counters/tables. Just little offerings she hopes you won't mention.

Sevika has a lot of trauma, and is surprisingly good at calming people down. She'll usually boss them around, get them functioning and then talk. But she can also be soft. Kneel down and pat, murmur, whatever needed. Whenever Sevika is dealing something, she tends to get irritable and might even cry a bit, quietly and alone. A good, warm meal will calm her enough to talk it over.

Sevika isn't really jealous, and she's fine with your being jealous as long as it doesn't prevent her from doing something. If it does, she'll sit you down and attempt to understand and better the situation.

I can see a lot of good communication in the relationship, and a lot of mutual spoiling (and breakdowns)!

Alternate Pairing(s):

Kylo Ren — Star Wars

[mollywog]

You open the door and see me dressed as The Hunger Games 10th Anniversary dvd collection. That’s right, I’m dressed as one giant cardboard box that has separate DIN A4 pages glued to it. I say: Trick or treat!

Pick three characters and tell me how you think they'd spend the night of Halloween! Do they like to have it cozy? Do they watch a horror movie?

Special request: A moodboard around one character's night :) Alternatively, give me some book/movie recommendations that they'd read/watch that night!

This is everything I could have hoped for in my first Trick or Treater @caesarflickermans !!

I wanted to complete your treat as requested, but a different idea took over and then ran away from me a bit…

So instead you get the outline for a Halloween themed girls night with Enobaria, Delly, and Katniss from the Wild Wednesday universe.

Set after Wild Wednesday (which still needs 1-2 chapters to wrap up, but Spoiler (not spoiler) Katniss and Peeta end up together

When Enobaria invites Katniss it’s more of a command than a request.

Enobaria insists it’s a Mellark tradition though none of them are actually Mellarks - she guesses Enobaria married into the name, but Delly is more like an honorary sister, and Johanna is Peeta’s business partner, and she and Peeta have only been dating for about a month. Katniss is so tempted to decline but though they may not share the name, they are Peeta’s family and she really wants to make an effort so she agrees (though she spends the days leading up to it in anxiety.)

Peeta appreciates the gesture and sends Katniss to the get-together with a box of the strangest assorted of baked goods based on each of their preferences.

It’s at Delly’s and girl LOVES a theme and is not afraid to be tacky - she doesn’t care that it’s just the 4 of them - she has spider webs, cauldrons, plastic spiders/rats/snakes, Halloween napkins, plates, cups - everything is themed black, orange, green, and purple

Johanna bails at the last minute- she apparently does this often and Katniss wishes she’d known that was an option.

Delly hands Katniss an unnaturally colored and sickly sweet ‘Margarita’ that matches the decor- Enobaria refuses- pulling out her personal bottle of jalapeño vodka. She says shots are less calories but also makes a comment about swearing off tequila and something about ‘not wanting to repeat last time’ - she laughs and Delly smirks, but Katniss has no idea what they’re talking about and they don’t elaborate.

Enobaria and Delly bicker over what movie to watch - Delly would prefer Hocus Pocus or Nightmare before Christmas while Enobaria wants horror. They ask Katniss’s preference and she claims she’ll ‘watch whatever’ and is relieved when it doesn’t turns into a ‘thing’ where she has to admit she isn’t a ‘Movie Person’: Growing up her family didn’t spend money on rentals, or TV channels for that matter and she never saw any of the ‘classics’. When they eventually had the money for streaming, Prim would have movie marathons where she’d watch the top 100 most iconic movies to try and make up for the years worth of pop culture she’d missed. It didn’t interest Katniss, so now it’s just something that makes her feel like an outsider. Enobaria eventually wins the argument because she’s child free and refuses to watch anything rated lower than PG13 - she puts on something she proclaims ‘a classic’ with lots of blood and little plot. Katniss is squeamish, but it’s all so cheesy and fake it doesn’t really bother her - It doesn’t matter - it ends up just being background noise

Delly begins setting up her nail supplies - Katniss isn’t surprised that Delly would want to do nails but is shocked when Enobaria sits down across from Delly to go first: Katniss has only ever seen her with the polish-less, neatly trimmed nails she’s currently sporting - anything else would get in the way at the gym. Enobaria somewhat defensively explains that she treats herself once in a while and Halloween is her favorite. Delly applies nail extensions, filing them into points and painting them a glossy black, embellished with gold accents (to match her teeth) Katniss nurses her too-sweet, electric green drink and watches in fascination as this terrifying woman allows herself to become defenseless in 5 minute intervals as her nails cure under the UV light.

Though Delly and Enobaria couldn’t be more different (at least in Katniss’s opinion) they’ve know each other long enough that they converse comfortably - they aren’t purposefully excluding her but she just doesn’t share the same common ground. She’s at least been to the bakery enough to know Johanna’s cadence but here she feels like a third wheel.

Enobaria must sense this because she asks about work specifically Haymitch - he’s her boss and kind of an ass, but she’s worked for him for 10 year and they’ve grown on each other so he’s her ass and she’s defensive of him. But Enobaria surprises her and doesn’t mock him - she tells a story about how he’d bested her in a budget negotiation a handful of years ago - she tells the story with amusement instead of bitterness

Delly insist they not talk about work so she asks Katniss about Prim, which is the easiest thing for her to talk about (not to mention her drink has kicked in.) Delly suggests next time they invite Prim and Katniss is feeling like she might want there to be a next time and that Prim would enjoy this too and maybe these not-real-Mellark women are onto something when it comes to family.

[big-cheesy-productions]

The Loose Ends

Pathfinder Pirate Campaign Character Reflection

Session 23-24

Context: The party has been spending their time getting their bearings in the city of Maeyrn in astral space. Maeya, for whom the city is named, gave Piper a memento of Dhul to give to Jhara. Then, during some shopping and restocking, Jhara and Piper came across a shop that appeared to have been broken into. It turned out to have been a misunderstanding. The shopkeeper just accidentally broke some glasses, but Piper had already managed to stick her nose where it didn't belong: literally. She put her face into what turned out to be a Wellspring of Knowledge, which kept her stick until she told it a secret.

Later than evening, the same demon spies appeared that had appeared in their tent back in Zaragoza. Before the party could catch them, they vanished.

Now, the party is pursuing a variety of jobs, to make money and prepare for their pending journey to hell. First on the list is helping an eccentric musician who can't write a song. Tonight, they're going to a concert!

Content Warnings: None

~

As soon as Piper drops the necklace into my hand, I know what it is. I don’t recognize the shape, or the magic that pulses from it, but I know the material. I know orc ivory. I’m confused. Piper tells me it’s Dhul’s, that Maeya gave it to her, and my confusion grows. Where did Maeya get this? Why did she give it to Piper? Piper can’t tell me much, and I'm left with a familiar emptiness as I clutch the weeping figure, with as many questions as ever. My bosun whistle suddenly feels heavier around my neck.

On the rail ride back to the Atlas, we grilled Piper about what happened with the fountain. She had to give it a secret. She didn’t want to answer, she never does, but she finally told us: She didn’t know if she wanted to save the world or let it rot, because she’s angry about her own pain. That answer is shitty, childish, and unbearably selfish, but it was honest. More honest than she has ever been, and that is something I can appreciate. That is something we can work with. I’m relieved, actually. If she’s going to be here and she wants to keep her freedom, we need complete and open honesty from now on.

Yunma’s question catches me off guard. “How do you deal with it?” It almost makes me want to laugh. If this is what dealing with death and grief and horror and loss is, I don’t want to know what not dealing with it would look like. But clearly, to him, I look more put together than I feel. Maybe he feels that way too. I tell him the truth; I have no idea. The only way I know how to deal with any of it is just… to keep going. Life goes on. The world keeps turning. And you do what you can for those that are still here. Having friends to rely on helps. I hope he knows he can rely on me.

He asks me about Saaria next. I don’t know how to answer that. She’s pretty. I’d like to get to know her more, being the only other drow I’ve ever met. We could have fun. It’d be a nice distraction. I fall asleep considering the possibility.

I don’t know what causes me to wake, but I jump up upon seeing the figure in the doorway, red, with pits for eyes, just like in the tent. But as soon as I grab my swords, it’s gone. Yunma and I race to Piper and Edward’s room. They saw the same. I remember what the captain said to Edward and I when we discovered the first one. I make everyone show me their tongues, but nothing is out of the ordinary. If there is another shape-shifting spy here, it is not one of us, but it is here, and we must be vigilant. 

For now, we have a concert to get to. It feels a bit silly, helping a musician who can’t write a song with so much else going on, but if Kaela feels it’s worth our time, I trust her. We have free tickets. Maybe someone would like to come along with us…

~

Feel free to send me any questions!

[markofcastiel]

Dean can't believe he was stupid enough to let himself get caught.

He thinks of Cas. He thinks of how beautiful his husband had looked the previous morning, with his wide beaming smile when Dean greeted him with nuzzled kisses and an "hello sunshine". He thinks of that evening, of blue eyes solemn for some unknown reason.

"You're going on another trip?"

"Yes," Dean had lied, far too conscious of the sniper gun neatly tucked away into his duffel bag, "client trip."

It was a ruse, of course. He had never told Cas about his real job. He couldn't. Hell, he's not even sure if Cas could live with the kind of man who killed in cold blood with the same ease as having a cup of coffee.

"They're pushing you too hard," Cas had muttered, "maybe it's time you find something else, Dean. There are other jobs out there."

The reality was, Dean didn't know how to do anything else. Instead of confessing that, Dean had just smirked and winked.

"None that pay as good."

Usually Cas would leave it at that, wouldn't push further. This time the blue eyes had turned painfully big.

"I don't care about the money, Dean. I just want you. Please... can't you tell them you can't make it? We'll find something else. We'll be ok."

Dean had hesitated. He really had. But he could still hear in his head his handler's description of the target: the awful, terrible things Alistair had done, how he tortured his victims, how dangerous he seemed. Yes, Dean did it for the money. But knowing a monster like that was out there made his blood boil. How many more people would die by Alistair's hands if no one plucked that chance from him?

Dean was not even entirely sure what would have happened if he had called back his handler and told him he wouldn't take the job after all. Years have passed hearing that hushed distorted voice over burn phones, and yet he still didn't know a thing about The Angel.

"Dean." The warm hand on his shoulder pulled him back to reality, and Castiel's all seeing eyes had still been on him. "Will you stay?"

"Ok..." Dean had whispered but, before Castiel's eyes could turn any happier and relieved, he had added: "But I need to do this last one. Then I'll tell them I quit."

Dean coughs up another bout of blood, head falling forward before it's pulled back up by his torturer's hands. Alistair just grins wide, his putrid teeth slowly becoming the banner of Dean's horror. Dean is sure that, even if somehow he managed to get out of this, he would have nightmares of this man - this monster. But he doesn't think he can get out of this one. His hands, feet and body are tightly bound, and he's far too weak to attempt an escape. The whole room swirls, smelling of sweat and iron, and he can barely keep his eyes open. Actually, he's sure: he can't get out of this one. He's going to die here. He feels the thick red taste of despair on his lips, and the warmth of regret pooling in his eyes.

Oh god.

Dean felt so foolish now for not listening to Cas. His last words to his husband flashed through his mind, hurting harder and deeper than any torture Alistair had conceived.

"Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it."

His husband would never know that he had died here. Would Cas search for him? Would Cas spend the rest of his life aimlessly trying to find him? Or would he hate him, thinking Dean had abandoned him without a word?

A tear tracks down his face, lonely and exhausted. Alistair's smirk widens at the sight, and he twists the blade against Dean's ribs further.

Dean thinks of The Angel.

His handler was always cold and distant, a static-filled buzz over a crappy burner phone mic. Still, Dean trusts him enough to tell Cas he's dead. Maybe he'd come up with some wild cover story: car crash, freak accident, or even just 'he had a bad taco'. Whatever it was, he hopes it would give his husband some small amount of peace, and a fake grave to mourn him.

Darkness starts creeping at the edges of his vision, and he gives in, letting it take him under.

---

Dean doesn't remember passing out but he wakes up to a crackling thud. He sees a shadow, hears the whisper of three surefire shots, and witnesses Alistair's brain decorating the walls in slow motion.

Then suddenly his vision is swimming with Cas, all beautiful, all perfect, his everything. Except, it can't be Cas. There are no signs of the ratty sweaters that are too big for him, or of that gentle smile, or of that soft gaze in dreamy blues - no, it's all sleek black clothes, blood on his right cheek, and murderous rage at the tip of silencer-equipped Glock. Incredibly sexy, devastatingly handsome, and all too unrealistic. Dean must be dreaming.

Or maybe he's already dead.

But then Cas is rushing towards him, freeing him, and, between loose black bangs dyed in oozing red, there is that look only Cas could ever give him - that look like Dean hung the moon, like he's precious and beautiful and loved. He registers that Cas is speaking, but he can't make out the words through the pain and loss of blood.

Once he's finally in the medical van and pumped up with pain killers, with Garth's expert hands working to minimize the damage, the fog in his brain starts to clear.

"Dean Winchester is saved," he hears Cas saying over the comms.

"Tell them he should make a full recovery," Garth pipes in cheerfully, but Cas casts him a dangerous look before pressing on.

"Hunter and Angel out of commission. Do not contact again. Over and out."

Dean's eyes widen, his hazy brain slowly making the connection.

"You - Cas, you're my handler?"

Cas takes the little earpiece he had been holding and lets it drop to the floor, crushing it with his foot. Finally, he turns back to look at Dean, his hair tousled and wild, eyes a mysterious sort of blue.

"Someone had to watch over you."

Castiel's voice was low and rough, not crisp and emotionless as it had been over burner phones, and he comes closer to Dean, gently wrapping a hand over his. "I was going to tell you as soon as I got the assignment and, to my surprise, saw your face plastered on the file. But you seemed so reluctant to tell me, that I felt wise to let you keep your secrets."

"Cas... I wanted to tell you so bad. But I -"

Dean trails off, speechless. How can you tell the person you love most that you kill people for a living? That the very touch of you corrupts? That there's blood in your hands and all you can do well is destroy? A single tear manages to flee the tightly contained bottle of his emotions.

Cas had known.

Cas had known all along and still chose to marry Dean.

His angel reaches out, gentle fingers wiping away the tears that were now rivers, impossibly loving eyes still staring back at him. When Cas speaks, it's like hearing his favorite music on the radio, it's like a glass of water after going through the desert:

"I know..." Cas looks at him like he can see right through. "I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself as just a killer, an assassin who takes lives. You're destructive, and you're angry, and you're broken. And you think that hate and anger, that's... that's what drives you, that's who you are."

Cas squeezes his hand tighter, shaking his head.

"It's not. And everyone who knows you sees it. The assignments you choose, how they are always bad people, evil people who do unspeakable things. You kill them for love. Because people like that killed your mom. People like that killed your little brother. And you don't want anyone, ever, to be hurt like you've been hurt. Even if it means carrying that burden. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know."

Dean can't help the sob that drags out and he closes his eyes, leaning into the warmth of Cas - forever like a sun that never burns to the touch. He didn't know love could be like this, all consuming and all encompassing. Castiel's words fill his heart to the brim, and he's sure it's going to overflood, but Castiel doesn't stop:

"Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about what was good, what was right... I cared about the whole world because of you."

Dean slowly blinks open to find blue eyes moist with tears.

"You changed me, Dean."

And, just like that, Dean moves, heart monitor beeping and wires stretching, and he's kissing Cas like a man who just found home, like the sea rolling on the shore, like the moon tugging the tides.

"Cas..."

Dean feels brave, and free, and though he hates flying he thinks he's high on the sky, held firmly by Castiel's wings. So, before he dips back into Cas' lips, he utters a simple confession that holds more weight than the very world:

"I love you."

Your spouse is leading a secret double life as an assassin, trying their best to keep it secret from you. This has never really worked, because, unbeknownst to them, you are actually their handler.

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| Horror Island: Jimin. |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, self doubt, murder, graphic depictions

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« - Jimin, do you know what day it is today? 

- No, Father. 

- You don't even know the date of your own birthday? » 

The mocking tone sent a shiver down the spine of the little lost lamb the man of God had taken in so long ago. The broom in his hands stopped moving as he stared at the calendar against the wall. His inquisitive eyes searching for any sign that might point him in the direction of this information. A shrug of the shoulder before resuming the big clean-up he'd had in mind, it wasn't a day very different from the others. In fact, Jimin had never celebrated a birthday, so he didn't really see how this year was going to be any different; it was a day like any other, that's all. 

« - Why don't you take your purse and go back to the village? I filled it yesterday. Why don't you spend the day out? 

- Really, Father? You don't mind? 

- If I say so. Come on, hurry up. But come back for dinner, I've prepared something special. Meet me at the temple at sunset. 

- Yes, Father. » 

With a cheerful heart, Jimin hurried to get his things, covering himself in this rather dry early winter, wondering when the first snow would arrive. With light steps, he returned to the village from which he had been cut off for the past two months, surprised to see the streets so bland and the villagers so serious. Jimin had not been born in this village, but had been carried here by the sea nineteen years ago. He no longer remembered his parents, having only kept the family necklace given to him by his father as a gift. He took his time strolling through the almost deserted streets, before taking refuge in the warmth of a store he knew by heart. 

« - Isn't it's little Jimin? What brings you out in this cold weather? 

- Madame Min, did you know that today was my birthday? I've come to buy one of your best cakes, if you don't mind. 

- Oh wait here a second, this kind of thing only happens once a year, I'll wrap it up for you. »  

Impatient as a newborn baby, Jimin looks down at his hands, turns around the store a little, before also picking up some delicacies wrapped perfectly in the leaves of the forest trees. Running a hand through his hair, he turns red when his friend's mother announces that she's giving him a gift. 

« - Yoongi's not at the store? 

- That rascal went berry-picking in the forest three days ago. He hasn't been back since. 

- Oh. Could I go and have a look? Do you know where he went? 

- Come on, don't be silly. Yoongi's big, and he's known the forest for as long as you have. He must have found a place to rest for his nonsense. He'll be back when there are no more berries or fruit to eat. »

And yet, despite his tone, Jimin understood that Madame Min was worried sick, after all, Yoongi had never been away for so long, yes a day or two wandering and getting lost in the woods, but in good camping times. Rejecting the idea that was nagging at the back of his mind, Jimin armed himself with politeness before leaving the restaurant, watching the weather turn to snow. This year it had come early. On his way, he came across no living soul, the lively place was deserted of life, and he was almost relieved to meet a familiar, but serious, gaze. 

« - Hoseok. Does the snow scare everyone away? 

- Snow? Oh Jimin. 

He seemed reassured, as if a stone had been lifted from his shoulders, and came to embrace him cheerfully before looking at him with a paternal smile. 

- We began to think that the mountain bear had devoured you. 

- No, Father wanted me to start my meditation. He's been acting strange lately. It's like he's hiding something.

- Come home, my loving wife should open her arms to you, she's always talking about you. » 

Cheerful, Jimin accepted, following his friend to his big house. The Jung and Ivanovich were among the main pillars of the village, and would certainly never be short of money. Once inside the big house, the pretty but frail Elyzabeth gently embraced him. She hadn't looked a shadow of her former self for some time, but her eyes lit up when she saw him. Even so, he can feel her frustration and disappointment. 

« - Jimin. 

- Were you expecting someone else? 

- No, I just... Didn't you hear? »  

He seems to fall off a cliff, hearing the news like a big slap in the face. Taehyung and Jungkook had disappeared two months ago now. He pursed his lower lip, how could this be? And why hadn't Heisuke told him? A strange kind of anger gripped his heart, and he straightened up. 

« - Escaped? Together? They would have told us !

- We already know. But the search was fruitless. 

- Yoongi also went to look for them in the forest around the lake. 

- That explains why he hasn't come back yet. » 

Slowly, Elyzabeth confirms but he can feel Hoseok is much more tense, his gaze serious, yet he remains silent. With no real appetite the three of them enjoy Yoongi's mother's dishes together, before Jimin decides to leave, to let the ailing woman rest. On the doorstep, Hoseok held him back, away from the young woman's curious ears. 

« - Namjoon and Jin went to the temple, where they would have been last seen. You didn't happen to run into them, did you? 

- At the temple? It's been closed for renovation for two months now. Father said something bad had happened. 

- What did he say? 

- Something about an animal falling down the stairs and breaking its neck. No one's allowed down there under any circumstances. » 

Hoseok seemed to understand something, while Jimin seemed to realize it too, putting a hand to his mouth to keep from yelping, he looked at Hoseok as if he'd gone mad, chasing away the dark idea that had just crossed his mind. Something like this could never be done, and even if it was, there were still two of them. 

« - I'll go to the temple tonight. Father's planning to give me my birthday present there. 

- Be careful Jimin, the priest... He's no good to me. If you have any doubts, just come home, okay? It'll always be open to you. » 

Nodding, Jimin strolls through the streets, before coming across the pretty lucky charms in the Ivanovich's store. His purse far from empty he buys himself two of the cutest wooden cats, good luck and eternal happiness. Covering them in his handkerchief, he would offer the lucky one to Taehyung when they found him. It would cheer him up, he was sure. As the sun began to set, he set off for the temple. You had to climb a hundred steps to get to the entrance. Previously a place of mediation for the village shamans, since the ascension of the priest Damarro, the place had been modified for his dreams of height. But Jimin had seen the look on the villagers' faces: they thought he was crazy. And felt sorry for the poor orphan. 

« - Father, are you here ? » 

The darkness of the temple sent a chill down his spine, and for safety's sake he kept the door open, letting the icy night air inside. He thrusts his hands into his deep pockets, looking around for warmth before lighting a torch. Here, nothing seemed to have moved in two months, and his eyes searched for something to prove his father's or Hoseok's claims. The fine red streak on the ground makes him gag, as does the sight of the shoe left on the ground, recognizable by its color; the immaculate white of Seokjin's shoes makes him shudder. 

« - Jin ? Namjoon ? Are you here ? » 

Dread seizes him, as he steps forward cautiously, so as not to slip. The stairs lead down to a sort of vaulted cellar he'd never known existed. And the first thing that catches his throat is the infamous smell. A mixture of infection and rot, making him put his hand to his mouth. The torch turns to illuminate him before his whole body freezes. Seokjin is the first body he sees, the gaping black hole in his belly and the various bite marks almost making him vomit. His eyes fall on Namjoon, looking as thin as an infant. He hurried over to his two friends, heart pounding in his ears and looking terrified, trying to find his words. 

« - What's happened ? You guys... I'm going to get help, I'll be right back. » 

Forgetting the looming threat, Jimin runs out the door, ready to cross the village to announce the news of the accident. But when he reaches the temple stairs, he feels the pressure of the trap against his neck, suffocation gripping him as he feels the rope knot further around him as he tries to free himself. 

« - Don't struggle like that, you'll hurt yourself more than you should. 

Jimin's glimmer of hope lights up in his eyes, reaching out a pleading hand, seeking the support of his silent father. 

- You've been a good pawn, you've played your part to perfection Jimin. I promise you that your sacrifice won't be in vain. You'll become a pillar of my new world, and when I become a god, you'll be able to light me up with pride. »

Jimin's eyes widened, realizing that death would be just what he expected. Trying to tear the rope from his neck, he could only look at the man he trusted, as he suffocated. Making little sounds, trying to breathe again, but just the pressure of the rope and the hell of realizing he was going to die hit him. And the last thing he hears is the insane, demonic laughter of the man who raised him. 

« - Three more, and I'll become a god, and they'll just have to shut up. I'll become brilliant and they'll bow down to me. I promise. » 

                                                                  -x-

« - Taehyung are you okay? 

- Uh? 

- You're crying. »

Bringing a hand to his face, he stares in dismay at his wet cheeks through his barely-begun water, the features of fatigue marking his white face, he runs a hand through his hair before simply nodding. He had hoped that not sleeping would stop him seeing the terrifying images. But now, it was taking him even awake. 

« - You seem different lately. Maybe you should get some rest? Forget this article and get some rest, okay?

- Yes... I'll go home and try to put some things aside, thanks for your advice. » 

He hurried to put his notebook away, not quite sure what had brought him to this nightmarish place. Usually, he'd just had to look at a snapshot of one of the places, yet he hadn't done that for Jimin. Pinching his lower lip, his car door slamming as he gripped the steering wheel, Taehyung was consumed by the fear of finding out what happened next and the absolute need to get to the bottom of the story. 

And so he sets off, not for home, but to discover the truth.

[jamesandmatthew]

PART 2, chapter 2.

Matthew was feeling terrible. Worse than usual.

He had no money, he was too sad to spend time with the people he knew and he hated his housemate.

But the rent was cheap and the bills were the same amount each month so there weren't any surprise expenses. He just had to put up with it. There was no way he could afford to move anywhere else anyway.

His medication didn't seem to be working much lately and he spent most of his time hiding in his room in bed.

Jerking guys off or going to the library or book shops to read seemed to be the only things on his calendar outside his bedroom lately. 

Between messages asking for sex, he got a message from a fellow sub asking if they could hang out.

Matthew wasn't sure about it and left it on read for two weeks until he realised he had no sub friends and thought that maybe having someone to chat about activities would be good. He was feeling alienated.

He agreed to meet him for a coffee.

Oscar was a perky cheerful bisexual guy around his age who had a job so he happily paid for their coffees, which Matthew was very grateful for.

By the end of it Matthew wanted to see him again. They had a lot in common.

The next meeting they got drunk together and Matthew invited him home after last drinks.

*

Matthew closed his bedroom door and Oscar was immediately against him leaning him up against the door kissing him hungrily.

Matthew turned his face away.

"Sorry," Matthew mumbled.

Oscar backed away. 

"Shit I thought you wanted…"

"It's ok. It's just… not my thing…I don't…kiss people unless…but I'll happily suck your cock!"

Oscar looked questioningly at him as Matthew went to the bed.

"I like kissing," Oscar told him.

Matthew looked away, uncomfortable.

"Do you want your cock sucked?" Matthew asked.

"...yes."

Matthew patted the bed.

"Then get in!"

Oscar scrambled to get into bed.

"Can I.. .touch you? Do you like being touched?"

Matthew gave him a confused look.

"You know…genitals...and chest?"

"You are very sweet for asking. Yes. More than welcome to touch my genitals."

"... and what do you call it? Like I know some trans guys have different words for it. I don't want to say the wrong word and upset you."

"..oh. You can call it my cock. I don't have a word for…"

"Can I touch your cock?...and inside?"

"Yep. Yes please. And my chest? Yes."

"Excellent. I've been with a guy that didnt want either part touched so I wanted to check with you incase we start...you know. I don't want to make you uncomfortable at all."

Matthew kissed his cheek.

"You are very sweet. Thank you for asking."

*

Oscar and Matthew talked all night about their lives. Their situations and shared sub horror stories and embarrassing moments.

They made each other laugh.

By the end Matthew felt he was smitten with Oscar. He was very sweet, gentle and kind and he trusted him. He was so glad he made a friend.

He was glad Oscar had refused full sex when offered. Matthew just wanted to take advantage of meeting someone he liked incase he didn't see him again. Matthew had given him a blow job though and afterwards Oscar stayed to chat.

He was relieved he didn't flee afterwards and was more interested in chatting and the blow job didn't change the friendliness. Oscar seemed to genuinely want to spend time with him. It lightened his head a little.

*

"My housemate chucked out a few slices of pizza in the bin last week," Matthew told him, covering his face. "I saw the box in the bin and I went to put it in the recycling and saw the pizza in it and I… oh god… I ate them!"

Oscar started laughing. "That's so gross!"

"I was starving! Starving!"

"You'd never get me so hungry to eat bin pizza!"

Matthew started laughing. "I ate bin pizza!"

Matthew laid down still laughing. "It did hurt my stomach a lot afterwards."

"I bet."

Oscar laid down on his side next to him.

"You do gross things to eat."

"Yeah…yeah I do. I think the best one was pissing on someone for a pub meal."

"Eeewww!"

"Not ewww. He was lovely. He just wanted to drink piss. That's easy. I'd happy piss on people for food. It's so easy. Drink a lot of pints, and I mean a lot of pints, get drunk, piss on them. Easy. I'd prefer doing that. So much better than wanking someone or gobbies. Or sex."

"...what's the worst thing you've done?"

"I think the worst one was I let a guy finger me for a packet of cigarettes," Matthew told him glumly.

"In a restaurant?"

"No, in an alley. I was broke and I really wanted a cigarette. I was so miserable and so broke. I thought why not let him do that. I let him choke me too because I just ...wanted something. Weirdly to feel alive. Choking to feel alive!"

Oscar's eyes went wide as he listened. 

"A stranger in a dark alley," Matthew continued. "What the fuck was I doing? Dangerous, dangerous shit. For some cigarettes!"

Oscar took his hand.

"Was that the only time?"

Matthew was silent for a moment.

"No."

"People do weird things when they're miserable."

Matthew nodded. "I certainly do."

"Is that….is that why you like being… a sub?" Oscar hesitated to ask.

"No. No no no. God no. All that makes me happy. That's the good sexual stuff. That makes me feel so happy afterwards.  The other stuff just makes me feel worse. I'm now used to it, im not so stressed about it. But yeah...I feel weird afterwards. That was just to punish myself because I felt awful I think. I felt like nothing - and not in the stubby way. That's different. So different.  That was just...bleak. I think i wanted to die? Everything felt terrible so I did terrible things to feel worse…I think."

Oscar grabbed him and hugged him.

Matthew let him and started sniffing.

*

A few days later Matthew received a delivery of foodstuffs, money and many packets of cigarettes. Pasta sauces, frozen vegetables, tins of fruits and vegetables , tins of kippers, stews and soups, prawn dumplings, sachets of curries, various noodles and pastas, meats, frozen prawns, milk, cheeses, cereals, pastries , chocolates and wine. 

He was confused by it but the delivery person said his name and address was on it. The delivery had no name of who ordered and paid.

Matthew assumed it was Oscar. It had to be as last time he saw him he told him what he did for good meals, and how much he missed various foods, especially seafood.

He thanked Oscar but he acted confused. Oscar said he didn't order it.

Matthew assumed he was pretending, to avoid his gratitude.

*

Oscar told him he didn't mind about Matthew's body but didn't push for anything more. Matthew stopped offering him sexual favours.

They continued seeing each other enjoying each other's company and confiding in eachother.

Sometimes Oscar didn't return his calls for long periods of time, but came back apologising for it, and they were back to normal, spending time talking until early hours of the morning.

Matthew was happy to find someone that didn't demand anything from him and he didn't demand anything in return.

Things were going well with Oscar. He felt comfortable with him, and felt quite close to him.

He liked the way Oscar was so sweet and kind to him. To Matthew, he was adorable. He started to feel protective of him, like he was a little animal he had to sooth and look after.

He was attracted to him but felt it was wrong to push anything on Oscar.  

Oscar liked cuddles and so Matthew slowly learned to like them too.

He started to slightly appreciate kisses a little more and started to understand the appeal a bit. He was aware of how strange it made him feel. He didn't like kissing, but his curiousity of them let Oscar kiss him. To him, kisses were permission and encouragement, but to Oscar they were displays of affection. Kisses didn't mean the thing to do during foreplay but were an act by themselves.

They felt more intimate than sex ever had. That frightened him and made him panic.

[hollowsswritingcorner]

"Remember when you gave me your all like I gave you mine? Oh wait, you never did." That was the end of everything. The end of our relationship.

It was liberating, the horror on his face. I was so tired of being used and abused by him. He seemed shocked, like he didn't know this was coming. I don't know how he didn't. Then the anger returned.

"I did everything for you!" he screamed at me with such fervor I flinched back slightly.

"No. You didn't. You only provided me with money. I can live without your income, but I can't live with the way you treat me." My words caused him to storm forward and slam me against the wall. Pain shot through my wrists where he gripped me and my back where it collided with the stone wall.

"You're such an ungrateful brat!" his voice blared in my ears, "You know what? Get out of my house. Get out and see how you fare. You'll come crawling back. I know you will." And with that he shoved me towards the large wooden door.

As I landed on the ground outside, I felt... relieved.

Even though he had screamed and put bruises on me once again I was positively relived I was free. So I ran. I ran as fast as I could far, far away from that horrible house, with those horrible memories, and that horrible man.

I could hear how he slammed the door behind me, but I didn't care. I couldn't care. I was going to be ok.

Eventually I reached my friend's house and tumbled inside, much to her surprise. We talked late in to the night about the things I had endured with him, the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. She agreed to let me stay with her for as long as I needed, or at least as long as it took me to get my feet back on the ground. And I knew that I would. Everything was going to be ok. Everything was going to get better. I finally felt safe.

And then he came for me.

List of “remember when…” prompts

Remember when we would laugh over the most random of things?

Remember when we would give each other the tightest hugs; almost like we didn’t wanna let each other go? “Not now, not ever”, as you’d say. 

Remember when we would exchange glances whenever someone would say something completely out of pocket? 

Remember when we would just enjoy each other’s presence; bask in the comfortable silence which settled between us like a warm blanket on a winter night? 

Remember when you were able to keep the promises you made? 

Remember when you told me “What I would give to make things between us last forever?”

Remember when you gave me your all, like I gave you mine?

Remember when you would spring random “I love you”s on me?

Remember when you promised me so, so many things, and somehow, you were able to keep them?

Remember when we were inseparable?

Remember when you were happy with me?

Remember when you cared about me? 

Remember when things were still good and didn’t go up in flames? 

Remember when you actually loved me? 

...Remember when we thought none of these would become past tense?