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we’re back for part two 🤭 i’m scared but excited because i know they are finally gonna FUCK n i’m very happy about that LMFAOOO, now let’s begin 👀

His absence leaves a heavy weight of guilt that presses hard onto your shoulders, regardless that he had been the one to mostly start the fight. What had you really even done wrong?

absolutely NOTHING queen, do not feel guilt!!!!! he’s being an ass <3 (sigh i kinda feel bad too i have too much of a soft spot for this man)

Despite his elusion you still see him, amongst your shared classes, the late nights in the common room or when passing in the halls.

this when they’re usually attached at the hip omg it hurts to imagine it MY BABIES

He decides it’s not worth getting involved now that Mattheo’s made his intentions clear. He wants nothing to do with it.

oh, so i’m not worth fighting for 😔✋ i see how it is, what a pussy. of course you’re scared of mattheo 🙄 (it’s okay at least we’ll have scary bf privileges soon)

He had just suddenly been everywhere, like a convenient beacon.

the ‘do you really like him or is he just giving you the attention you’ve been so desperately craving from someone else’ trope is inescapable and i love it

For the way you felt under Mattheo’s spotlight was divergent. He made you feel special, your heart beating to a different rhythm for him. Being with Mattheo was like watching a sunrise for the first time, the shades of orange and pink peeking up after you both stayed up all night stargazing. It made you feel alive. He made you feel alive. Made you feel electric with life and like you could conquer anything with him by your side.

I’M FUCKING SCREAMING OVER THIS??? THE DESCRIPTION OF HER LOVE??? THE WAY HIS ATTENTION IS DIFFERENT FROM EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD?? i’m sobbing. this captures that overwhelming feeling of being seen by someone you care about so perfectly. also the way you went from “it made you feel alive” to “he made you feel alive” to drive it home FUCK it hits so hard. it’s like you can feel her heart waking up for him. i’m actually going to cry over this.

It wasn't his fault he was deeply flawed, but it was your choice to be the one to see him past those sharp thorns. To help bloom the roses that laid trapped underneath the rumble, bring them to light in the same way as how you saw him.

again, no words to describe how i feel, so:

“I'm not oblivious like you two are, besides I don't really want a repeat of my last relationship.”

poor guy can’t catch a break from all the girls that have secretly been in love with another boy since they were kids

“Not entirely sure what you see in the nutter, but knowing what kind of girl you are, it must be something good.”

AWWW OKAY THAT WAS SWEET I’M GIGGLING

A week without you had been to put nicely, hell for him. He had wallowed entirely, sulking like a pathetic child, like his favourite candy had been ripped from his clutches. He realized quickly that this was worse, that having your attention shared, not having your presence at all, had turned him into a dreary grump.

the way he completely falls apart without her in his life, HE’S SO IN LOVEEEE Y/N OPEN YOUR EYES

He missed you in his arms. He missed the gentle way you would soothe him to sleep. With warm caresses that resembled a mother’s touch, but with you it felt more intimate.

i genuinely believe you’re trying to kill me right now. my heart is literally unraveling with every word i read, mother, why must you be so cruel 😖 him falling asleep in her arms only will never fail to fucking destroy me. and they still wanna talk about some “best friends” bullshit bro, stfu

Clearing your throat of nerves, you speak directly to the point. “I didn’t mean it.” Mattheo's stubbornness had always been a persistent habit, one of his shortcomings that meant you knew it was unlikely he'd apologize first. Especially considering he can’t even look at you.

the fact that she just knew where he’d be. without even having to ask anyone, they really know each other better than anyone else in the world UGHHH 😓😓😓 also idc if he’s stubborn, he should be apologizing FIRST tf ✋

“I’m sorry, I.. I- you.. are wanted. Always, Mattheo.” “But not in the right way.”

oh god i literally cannot breathe right now

“It's fine, Ace. You’re forgiven. We’re still friends, alright.”

bitch. don’t you have something else to say. and what the FAWK do you mean ‘friends.’

He fights the part of him wanting to swallow his pride and spit out an apology, but he’d never been good at those. That would mean he’d have to explain the reasoning and vulnerable depth, years' worth of trauma that built a viscous insecurity he’d never shared with anyone, not even you. He didn’t feel exactly spritely about indulging you just because you were upset that he hit Dean.

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it once again, the way you characterize him is fucking spot on. you can feel how stubborn and defensive he is without it ever outright saying “he’s stubborn” — it’s all in the why. the way you tied his pride to this deep, unspoken insecurity?? it makes him so much more human. he’s not just being difficult to be difficult, he’s protecting these old wounds he doesn’t even know how to show. i’m losing it over how layered this makes him.

“For what? You’re the one that called me unwanted.”

NO I DIDN’T, STOP PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH.

“I said I was sorry.” The words whisper with the tone of desolation. Despite your anger, the guilt and worry break the barrier through the emotions you wear on your sleeves, knowing you never wished to hurt him.

THE POOR GIRL MY HEART HURTS SO BAD RIGHT NOW it wasn’t her fault 😭��

He steps without hesitation; coming closer, wrapping you up into his arms, a much needed hug for the both of you. He aches, feeling you reciprocate, gently hugging him back, and he holds you a little tighter, having missed your touch.

the hug oh my god i have real tears streaming down my face right now, the history and emotion between these two is too much for me to handle

The small sounds of your sniffles smothering into his chest vibrate through to his heart painfully, like an earthquake causing destruction to his protective walls.

more metaphors that i adore and have to highlight thank you very much

He turns glaring at you. “Let’s just go inside, Ace! It’s fucking thundering!”

it’s so intense right now, i’m literally buzzing with anxiety goodnight. this whole scene is playing out like a movie in my head the dialogue is SO GOOD.

He's ignoring how his mind is screaming to just tell you the truth, to finally bare his heart and soul to you, but the fear of rejection has him by the throat.

yeah.

“Tell me- god please Mattheo, I swear if this friendship means anything to you! You’ll fucking tell me.” The doubt creeps back in; Dean was wrong. He doesn’t see you the same.

i’m fucking screaming JUST TELL HER THE TRUTH YOU’RE DOING NOTHING BUT FEEDING HER DOUBTS RIGHT NOW PLEASEEEE MY HEART CAN’T TAKE MORE OF THIS ARGUMENT, he’s just letting her believe that he doesn’t give a shit whether she’s in his life or not 😞

“because you’re the best thing in my life! And yet I'm just scum on the bottom of your shoe.. And that motherfucker was right and I hate him for it, because I-i-I don't deserve you!.. Not your kindness… or attention… or friendship, and yet I'm still greedy. I still want more!”

ASAHSEDHAEGDFFYGACHUNˆSHDGFHDGFUHERIFJIENDXKJEWBDXJERBGCHJHIÇ≈≈XEFUHGVUFHDGU OH MY GODIFHJDG

i’m sorry. i cannot fucking breathe right now, there’s so much i want to say. the angry confession. the stuttering. the “i’m still greedy.” FUCKING HELLLLLL, when they think they’re not worthy but still can still admit that they want more, i can’t DO THIS ANYMORE

“B-because- because I fucking love you, you idiot!”

can’t even turn on all-caps, i’m too busy trying to hit the right letters through my tears

You're shut up by the pleasant surprise of his lips smashing onto yours, with an effort of urgency urged behind the feel of his soft lips. His hands move to cup your face, your soaked face, the warmth of them rising a blush to your cheeks, as he holds them with tenderness. He kisses you with all the love he has, willing to give you every beat of his heart. He knows you already have it. It's always been yours.

the last line i—

“Actually?” He smiles in reassurance and hope glosses over his eyes. His chest vibrates as he chokes out a disbelieving laugh and his grin broadens. "You-u lo-” He can't even finish the sentence so choked up by all of this. A smile graces your face with wide, full cheeks that burn with happiness and you reciprocate his choked upness, feeling the tears start again. The way your head nods ridiculously fast, flicking your drenched hair in all directions, makes him chuckle and he cups your cheeks for fear of it flying off. “Not fucking with me are you now Ace, cuz I swear to god if you-” Leaning forwards you capture his lips effortlessly, now being the one to shut him up.

this whole sequence has me actually laughing and smiling through tears WHO AM I????? g, you’re so unbelievably talented, the feelings are feeling really hard right now and i need a nap despite the fact that i slept for 15 hours last night

His arm guides you wrapping around your waist, a stark contrast to the way his arm usually drapes over your shoulder casually.

THIS DIFFERENCE BEING POINTED OUT AAAAHHHHH i’m literally bursting with happiness rn. also him not being able to handle seeing her cry even when its happy tears, fuck just let me fall to the floor real quick

His gaze drops and his eyes darken shamelessly, admiring how your shirt clings to your body, accentuating your chest. He licks his lips, letting his thoughts run wild for once with no guilt, and stops what he was doing walking closer. His hands graze your waist, letting you know of his proximity as he speaks with a low husk in his tone. “Lemme help Ace.”

I’M LITERALLY TREMBLING OMGOMGOMG HE’S SUCH A PERV LMFAOOOO WE’RE GETTING SOMEWHERE I’M SO EXCITED

His head dips, brushing his lips back against yours, and he whispers with the weight of a man ready to feast on his deepest desires. “Ace..you know I want you… don't you?” He’s so close that when he licks his lips, his tongue grazes your lower lip with the subtlest of touches and he relishes in the sucking in of your breath.

the way i’m holding my breath right now fucking hell, my choochie quaking i can’t even lie to you

“Fuck, you look so sexy when you bite that.”

the way he thought this in part one as well and now he’s actually able to voice his thoughts ajdghfgff i’ll never get over mattheo calling us sexy

He grabs your wrists, gently kissing both of them before he pins them above your head, shocking a gasp out of you. He grins, satisfied by your reaction as he shifts, sliding his hands upwards, intertwining your fingers together in an intimate hand hold.

my first reaction while reading this: oh my god, kissing her wrists is the sweetest fucking thing i’ve ever read. second reaction: HE DID WHAT OMG I CAN’T STOP SCREAMING. third reaction: HAND HOLDING MY FUCKING FAVORITE MY HEART IS MALFUNCTIONING

He shifts, rolling onto his side, allowing your hand to slip inside his pants and wrap around his cock. He can’t help but buck his hips into your palm at the feel of your hand making contact. “Fuck-Ace.” His eyes droop, looking at you shifting onto your side too, your tits squishing together in the constraints of your bra, his mouth gaping letting out a hitched shaky breath.

Couldn’t even edge to this, I exploded immediately!!! Clean up on aisle MY PANTS 😂😂😂😂 (i’m sorry.)

“Soakin Ace. You've been this wet the whole time?”

YES OBVIOUSLY OH MY GOD

“Yeah, you want another? Want me to stretch you out…wanna be ready for me, don’t you, Ace?”

He gives his fingers a quick lick, not wanting to waste a single drop of you, watching focused how you shuffle out of your panties.

OH MY GODDDJSGEWFHG WHAT IS THIS FEROCITY THAT YOU’VE EVOKED IN ME RIGHT NOW I’M BARKING

Wandering his gaze at your movements, he watches frozen, disbelieving the vision before him. Sitting up onto your elbows, you unclip your bra, freeing your tits and exposing yourself fully. His pants sit halfway down his legs, his jaw tensing, eyes gazing with enamour at your bare body. He blinks again, swearing this has to be one very good sex dream.

MY FEELINGS CANNOT EVEN BE VOCALIZED RIGHT NOW I DIED DEAD RIP ME THE WAY HE FROZE GOODBYEEEEE

“God, I love your laugh.. gonna make me cum right now.” Your laugh grows in ecstatic shock at his vulgar words. “Mattheo!” “Oh yeah, look at you practicing screaming already.”

THE GIGGLE THAT THIS TORE OUT OF ME SHOULD BE STUDIED BECAUSE I SWEAR I’VE NEVER MADE THIS SOUND BEFORE

“Tell me really, am I bigger?”

I’M FUCKING CRYING LMFAOOOO HE’S SO ANNOYING

But then you smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and whisper an adorable, “Hi.”

AAAAAAAHHHH ITS GIVING “Hi, Johnny.” “Hi, Shannon.” SQUEALING ESPECIALLY WITH THE TITLE TOO AHHHH

“I want your eyes on me the whole time, ok Ace.”

whatever you say, daddy— i mean what hahahhahahah

He flickers his eyes back and forth from how his cock slides between your folds captivatingly and up to your pretty blessed out face. Your mouth gaping as streams of whiney moans flows out, your head thrown back in ecstasy. “Fuck, I don't know where to look baby…look so good taking me.”

“s'good..the best ace. I could live in your pussy, just fall asleep and never wake up.”

it’s all over the screen 💔💔💔🥀🥀🥀

The notion that you'll both be alright, swaddled in the new cocoon of your relationship, both finally receiving the love you deserve together.

this is such a beautiful way to end it i’m sobbing

speaking so truthfully when i say that this wasn’t just a fic; this was a fucking experience. i felt like i was watching a movie in theaters and i didn’t even realize how long this was (18k words together i think?!?!) because it flowed so well and the dialogue never left a single moment where i wasn’t hooked. this, in its entirety, was so unbelievably well written—the dialogue, the metaphors, the story, descriptions and imagery, the way you weaved in their backstory and their tie to each other. i hate that it’s taken me so long to read it fully without distractions, but you truly exceeded all expectations. like i know deep in my heart that, from now on, every time i think about a best friends-to-lovers trope with him, my mind is instantly going to go to mattheo and ace because they’ve just set the bar for this whole trope. the yearning, the slow burn, the hesitance for both sides to finally admit their feelings, the fear of rejection — it’s all put together so perfectly. the emotion is so real and raw and powerful, i felt everything like it was actually happening to me. this might (definitely) be my favorite writing i’ve ever read from you. you’re fucking phenomenal b, literally never stop writing!!! (and never leave this fandom, i won’t survive without you!!!)

i honestly don’t even know how i’m to move on from this. someone come pick me up off the floor because i need mattheo and ace forever and ever (i know you posted something else of them and i’m excited to read but like fuck i just need an 8 book series of them because i’m not ready to let go)

[S]he will be loved ~ part two

Sum Reader is hopefully and madly in love with her best friend, constantly having her heart broken living in the shadows of other girls. Unaware that he’s hiding a secret, unable to express the truth about how he feels for her too.

Warn: NSFW18+, angst, yelling, swearing, PIV, fingering, semi handjob, dirty talk, (the smut is a little vanilla for the sake of being romantic), use of Ace as a nickname, y/n occasionally, Dramatic asf fr, maybe too dragged-out argument lmfao. Wc: 9.4k An: thank you for being so patience! It is suggested you read part one if you haven't, once again I went a bit in circles with this and so now will run away nervous as hell! but hope you all enjoy! Dividers from here & here

He makes good on his promise, avoiding you for the rest of the weekend and into the next week. His absence leaves a heavy weight of guilt that presses hard onto your shoulders, regardless that he had been the one to mostly start the fight. What had you really even done wrong?

Despite his elusion you still see him, amongst your shared classes, the late nights in the common room or when passing in the halls. His head locked straight ahead, as if the wall is the most interesting thing, and if his gaze weakens and he nips a glance at you, it holds no kindness. The icy water drenches your bones again and makes you question your memory, and how badly you’ve hurt him.

Dean keeps his distance as well, despite being unaware of your fight with Mattheo, the damage by him is more than physical and Dean wishes to keep far from the drama tempting to unravel. He decides it’s not worth getting involved now that Mattheo’s made his intentions clear. He wants nothing to do with it. His distance doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and you can’t help wondering how you’ve managed to drag him into an unnecessary mess.

Had you, in spite, subconsciously used Dean to get a reaction from Mattheo? Were you challenging the bounds of your friendship? It wasn’t like you had planned to even consider Dean an option. He had just suddenly been everywhere, like a convenient beacon. It hadn’t been hard to get along, with his contagious energy and charming personality, he had easily cleared the thick aged brain fog once completely consumed by Mattheo.

Clouds slide inwards, covering the heat of the sun, and casting downward shade along the cobblestones, making you plan to head back inside soon. You sit under the shelter of a tree in the viaduct courtyard pondering the inner turmoil. Feeling conflicted, you sigh, weighing up the differences between them.

Dean, a kind and warm spirit who opened his arms to you instantly, making you feel needed and welcome. So ready to listen, and match your energy to his own passions. But there was always something missing. It all felt very surface level, and maybe that was because it was new. Or maybe he just gave you what you were yearning so desperately for. Attention.

But it wasn’t the right type you craved. For the way you felt under Mattheo’s spotlight was divergent. He made you feel special, your heart beating to a different rhythm for him. Being with Mattheo was like watching a sunrise for the first time, the shades of orange and pink peeking up after you both stayed up all night stargazing. It made you feel alive. He made you feel alive. Made you feel electric with life and like you could conquer anything with him by your side.

Maybe you ought to give Mattheo some credit, for he his life had always left him complicated.

You, of all people, know the traumatic strain his upbringing had scared him, continuing into his current life. There is no escaping the forceful path his life has been shunted down, his hands bound. It wasn't his fault he was deeply flawed, but it was your choice to be the one to see him past those sharp thorns. To help bloom the roses that laid trapped underneath the rumble, bring them to light in the same way as how you saw him.

You sit up suddenly, spotting Dean crossing the courtyard with his friends, and jump at the chance to make amends with him. “Dean!”

His head whips around and he stops walking, allowing you to approach. His smile is less, but not unwelcoming. “Hey Y/n.”

You eye his friends awkwardly till they call out for Dean to catch up and continue walking. You shuffle between your feet, feeling nervous about starting the conversation. “Hi- I.. I just wanted to apologise. I’m really sorry about what happened last weekend.”

Dean is quick to shake his head, respectfully dismissing your apology. “It’s fine, you don’t have to apologize, y/n. I hold no grudges towards you - besides, my nose has healed up all fine.”

You wince at his little joke, adding, “It's not just on behalf of Mattheo, I want to for myself too.”

“Oh?”

“I’m worried. I led you on.. Though I swear it was completely unintentional..”

Dean nods his head firmly and grabs your shoulders to calm your rambling. He already understands and offers you one of his kind smiles you had grown to miss. “It’s really alright. I kind of figured that out already.. And I definitely don’t wanna meddle in the middle of your situation with Riddle.”

“Figured out?”

His eyes crinkle and shoulders shake as he laughs at your oblivious confusion. “I'm not oblivious like you two are, besides I don't really want a repeat of my last relationship.”

You nod, not quite understanding what he means by oblivious, but feeling the recurring wave of guilt hit for misleading Dean and so you just give him an appreciative smile. Your heart remains heavy despite Dean’s forgiveness. “I’m sorry again, anyway.”

He shakes his head, dropping his hands from your shoulders, “It’s fine y/n. Maybe catch ya with Eli sometime. But good luck with everything, yeah. Not entirely sure what you see in the nutter, but knowing what kind of girl you are, it must be something good.”

While Dean retreats, catching back up with his mates, you stay eyes locked on where he last stood in a daze of thought. Must be something good. That’s always what you’ve seen in Mattheo, aware that it’s the defining string between your relationship. The knot that continued to tighten throughout your years at Hogwarts, strengthening with every moment of trust and kindness you shared with him.

For once you bite the trepidation and unknown awaiting, the thought illuminating and making the lightbulb brighter. Hoping maybe Mattheo’s reactions to Dean were rather explainable, and burying the one doubtful tic questioning if this was his usual protective self or merging into something new.

With newfound determination, you set off to find Mattheo, choosing to believe in the bright possibility that this territory was Mattheo awaiting under the rainbow of your deepest fantasies with a mutual feeling.

He was mad at you for how you defended that prat so easily, without stopping to question his intentions. But then again, he’d never openly admitted that Dean’s words had gutted him, mentioning his biggest insecurity. Not being worthy of you. Of your attention, your kindness, your laughter, your warmth, and last, your love. It had eaten away at him all week.

He’d hardly slept, which was saying something for he rarely could. He knew he was undeserving, and yet if there was anyone he wanted to prove his worth to, it was you.

He continued to watch the lull of the black lake from within the Boathouse, a quiet spot for his thoughts to wrestle in the ring with one another. He missed you in his arms. He missed the gentle way you would soothe him to sleep. With warm caresses that resembled a mother’s touch, but with you it felt more intimate. His cigarette burned, allowing small moments of relief to flow through his lungs, the inhale of nicotine calming his distressed heart.

He hears the footsteps of someone entering the wooden house and peers over his shoulder, assuming it was someone who knew he came here. Seeing its you, he turns back to look at the water, exhaling another deep breath, his heart exhilarating just by your presence. He suddenly feels clammy, wishing to douse himself in the cold water just to calm his nerves.

His shoulders square tensely as you near, and you continue with caution, uncertain how to proceed. Everyone knows the extent of Mattheo’s temper, and thankfully you’ve never found yourself on the other end.

Your earlier bottomless energy and hopeful determination seems to have found a sudden end, diminishing like his smoke does into the afternoon sky. Being around Mattheo again makes the doubt seep back inwards, wondering if Dean had been imagining something between the two of you.

He stays quiet, listening actively. He doesn’t like where this is going, despite aching to make up with you, having never fought with you like this before. He’s aware this is leading to an unstable vulnerability, and he’s not sure he can hold on to the part of him that despises being soft.

“I’m sorry, I.. I- you.. are wanted. Always, Mattheo.”

He flinches at the use of his full name. Coming from your lips, it sounds so sweet and remorseful. He knows you’re being sincere. He can hear it in your voice and somehow it makes it harder for him to admit his own wrongdoings. “But not in the right way.” He mutters mostly to himself, exhaling the last of his cigarette.

Frowning, not catching his mumbled whisper, you take another step bravely and stand beside him, finally capturing a glimpse at his face. It holds no clear emotion of how he’s truly feeling, constrained by the mask he wears protectively. Eyes locked dead on the smoothness of the water, the clouds darkening out above the lake and the surface breaks as raindrops ripple, gently dropping onto it. Even in his blank expression, he still looks gorgeous, making the butterflies flutter.

He sighs, knowing you’re giving him a look to explain, for an answer, anything as he keeps his lips pressed into a thin line. His jaw clenches desperately trying to avoid glancing at you, for he’s well aware that with just one look, he'd crumble.

He stabs the end of his cigarette out on the wooden panels, discarding it into the previous piles of used up ones. “It's fine, Ace. You’re forgiven. We’re still friends, alright.”

Even as he says the words, he curses himself for leaving your relationship there, when he so wants to take the conversation somewhere else. Somewhere further, where he can express himself to you fully, but he’s afraid. He turns towards the exit. “It's late, and it's starting to rain. Let's head back up.”

You stand frozen, reflecting over his words, “wait - what? I’m forgiven?!”

“Yes, that's what I said. Isn’t that why you came here?” He pushes through the door, feeling the beginning of the downpour hitting his skin, quickening his pace, not checking to see if you’re following.

You trail behind him in disbelief, appalled by his audacity. You knew he was stubborn, but not to this extent. “Yes, but-what about yours? Don’t you think I deserve one too?!”

He hears the pain and confusion in your tone and curses himself. He fights the part of him wanting to swallow his pride and spit out an apology, but he’d never been good at those. That would mean he’d have to explain the reasoning and vulnerable depth, years' worth of trauma that built a viscous insecurity he’d never shared with anyone, not even you. He didn’t feel exactly spritely about indulging you just because you were upset that he hit Dean.

“For what? You’re the one that called me unwanted.”

He knows it's a hard blow as soon as the words leave his lips. But he refuses to change something about himself he knows will only make him weak. Showing that kind of vulnerability and transparency to you is not something he can afford in his life. He can't stand to see your view of him change. To see him fragile, the hidden boy behind the hard exterior. Even if you end up hating him, he’d go to the grave protecting that piece of him, even from himself.

He keeps walking, not noticing that you’ve come to a stand stall, frozen in shock from his jab. His words make your heart ache. It's clear he still holds a grudge over the words you said. You had never meant it like that. It wasn’t that he was unwanted, but his overwhelming protectiveness that ultimately made you feel like he was in control of you, and you had always put up with it.

Never once had you allowed yourself to be selfish and actually enjoy the potential opportunity of romance. Until now, and yet he still continues to act cold, pushing you away.

The rain pours harder, soaking your clothes through to the bone, and you wish for it to absorb you completely. Mattheo finally notices the quieting of your pestering and turns to see you just standing there with an unreadable stare. His brows knit with concern, his earlier irritation washing away, and he blinks through the rain, feeling a wave of guilt.

“Ace.” He descends back down the stairs with a fasten pace, “Fuck- Don’t just stand there, merlin it's pouring.”

Your arms wrap around your body to provide any warmth physically and to your heart, lifting your head heavily as he approaches. “I said I was sorry.” The words whisper with the tone of desolation. Despite your anger, the guilt and worry break the barrier through the emotions you wear on your sleeves, knowing you never wished to hurt him.

He sighs with realization, his habit of self protection had only projected an icy blast at you and messed with your head. He steps without hesitation; coming closer, wrapping you up into his arms, a much needed hug for the both of you. He aches, feeling you reciprocate, gently hugging him back, and he holds you a little tighter, having missed your touch. The way your hands grip with need the longer the two of you stay embraced, and your head snuggles into his chest.

It's one of his favourite positions, his chin aligned with the crown of your head so perfectly. The way he feels ten times lighter now that you’re in his arms, and his eyes close, finally taking a breath of clean air. He gets lost in the moment, grateful for how you’re able to calm him so quickly. How you can take away all his anger at the snap of fingers, all his stress, all his pain even if momentarily just from the mere warmth of your touch.

His peaceful tranquillity breaks by the shakes of your body, and he’s reminded that he is the one to have hurt you. The small sounds of your sniffles smothering into his chest vibrate through to his heart painfully, like an earthquake causing destruction to his protective walls.

Cold water continues to splatter, coating the wet clothes that cling to your bodies, the only warmth radiating from your chests pressed together as one. He rubs your back soothingly, allowing you to express his feelings in the only way he knows how to offer comfort.

He opens his eyes, looking up at the thick darkness of the night; blinking back the rain that has no effort to cease. He can’t fully determine whether your body is still shaking from sadness or the cold. He sighs deeply, looking down at you, offering a smiling feeling as if things will calm back to normal at any moment. “Come on, we should get inside.”

You shake your head stubbornly, not wanting the conversation to end here, and pull back with a deep frown. His smile does little to ease the pain and, in fact, bothers you at how nonchalant he’s acting. “No. it’s just a little rain, and it’s not hurting me nearly enough as your absence of an explanation.”

He studies the wedge of separation you stick between the two of you, the reigniting of infuriated energy charging him like an electric circuit. Why won't you just drop this? He doesn’t answer you, his head turning, looking out over the castle grounds, afraid that if he opens his mouth, he’ll snap at you or, worse, reveal something vulnerable.

You press onwards despite the tensing in his jaw, annoyed that he ignores you. “Don’t you trust me? Why can't you tell me the real reason? I just need to know why you hit Dean?”

“Please, just drop it Ace.” He grits out, trying to keep from raising his voice. His body still turned; his mind buzzing, humming with anxiety.

The lingering anger swarms to the surface at his refusal to even look at you, “I’ve been here for you through thick and thin and you can't even tell me this one simple thing?!”

The clouds boom before a thicker onslaught of water spits down harder on the concrete steps, making it harder for him to hear you. Cowardly, he’s hoping if he ignores the issue, it will go away. But he knows you, and the determination you’re expressing only makes you stubborn like a mule, knowing you won't drop it till you’re satisfied with an answer.

He turns glaring at you. “Let’s just go inside, Ace! It’s fucking thundering!”

Apprehensively, you pause at his loud tone, knowing he’s beyond pissed. But the urgency for the truth pushes you onwards into your questioning, with your heart thinly stretched on the line.

“I can't! I need to know!”

He groans, “Why?! Can’t you just believe me and drop it? Like I already told you that shithead deserved what he g-”

“No! That's not good enough. I need more, a proper explanation Mattheo… and if you can’t tell me why.. I-I'll-”

“You’ll what?!” He snaps with an offensive scornful tone, so bitter he can taste the metal on his tongue for the attitude he’s giving. He blinks the water out of his eyes, shaking his wet hair that hangs soaked to his forehead. “You’ll leave?”

He's ignoring how his mind is screaming to just tell you the truth, to finally bare his heart and soul to you, but the fear of rejection has him by the throat. At this point, though, he’s afraid it won't matter what he does. The outcome is hanging dangerously, that he might lose you either way.

You swallow your turn not to say anything. You hadn’t wanted to actually say it, because it wasn't true. You didn’t want to leave, but you were feeling frustrated, hurt, betrayed.

He continues walking closer with intense energy, the darkness of the atmosphere making him look intimidating than ever. “Gonna walk away? Had too much of me finally, huh!”

His voice raises and you force yourself to hold still and not move from your spot, even when he gets right up in your face. You noticed the clear strain behind his words, and there's a flash of something more in his eyes other than anger, pain.

“Please Matty-y just tell-” you whisper pleadingly.

“Don’t. Don’t do that.. Stop looking at me like that.” He breathes out, hissing with venom and agony.

“Like what?” Uttering the question feels risky, as if the answer will hold all the truth to how he feels. His face twists and turns as your mind spins with anxiety. This is it.

“Just,” He groans with frustration, his voice raising again. “Like that! Fuck. Ace.” The lump in his throat grows, making him uncomfortable and his fists shake, clenching them to control the unravelling pressure.

You blink back the swelling tears and take a braver step closer, “Tell me- god please Mattheo, I swear if this friendship means anything to you! You’ll fucking tell me.” The doubt creeps back in; Dean was wrong. He doesn’t see you the same.

He’s cracking under the pressure and intensity of your gaze, seeing the fire burning like an inferno. There's no longer the usual glowing light he loves. How you stare at him like his answer will make all the difference to how you feel about him. But it's the way you mention your friendship with him that ultimately makes him combust, spilling his deepest, most impenetrable secret.

“Because when you look at me like that, it makes me feel unworthy!” He spits, not pausing to even let you process the emotions coming out of him. “Like I’m breaking you apart from the inside and i-I can't handle that. I can't handle seeing you cry…or even when you look at me in anger. It makes me feel like a piece of shit for who I am.”

His arms are up and his hands stress tangle through the wet locks in distress, “because you’re the best thing in my life! And yet I'm just scum on the bottom of your shoe.. And that motherfucker was right and I hate him for it, because I-i-I don't deserve you!.. Not your kindness… or attention… or friendship, and yet I'm still greedy. I still want more!”

He takes a step back, needing the distance from you. His chest heaves while he lowers his eyes at the pebbled ground, deep in realization that he’s slipped up. The silence between you two is killing him and he’s lost in his head with dread and doubt that he’s just gone and fucked up everything more. He raises his eyes with the little spirit he has left, eyes filled with great pain that knocks the air out of your lungs.

“You want… more.. With me?” The question is barely breathed out into the open space of increasing vulnerability.

He licks his lips, contemplating his next words, taking his time to really study your appearance. He notes the lack of uncomfortableness. There's no show of disgust or rejection of his disclosure for how he feels. He’s surprised he’s still standing considering how his heart is beating, sure if it beats any more he’d need a replacement.

He swallows with force the last of his fear, feeling the lump drag down his throat and sink to the bottom of his pit. He nods, unable to utter anything else, allowing himself to be fully transparent for once.

Tears of realization stream down your face as you comprehend his words, blending with the saturation on your face. He’s not even mad at you. He’s angry with himself. You know him well enough to spot that his eyes reveal his tell. He’s afraid. He wants more, even though he can’t admit it. Your heart skips a beat at the confession.

He’s close enough to catch the onslaught of tears beginning and his face falls with fear. This is what he had apprehended. “Fuck!” He turns with anger, his fists clenching, his body shaking with regret and anguish. “Ace-e - why would you let me tell you this? Jesus!” He’s facing away from you to hold back his tears, his head clouded with assumptions of why you’re upset, all heading in the wrong direction.

“W-what? Mattheo - no these are-” You step forwards reaching for him with a tender arm.

“Dont. Don’t lie to me, Ace.” He shrugs your touch off, blocking his walls back up with ease.

“Mattheo, I'm not lying! I’m not upset-”

“Y/n I’m being serious.. I don’t want your pity-”

You scoff, offended, “Pity!? I've never once taken pity on you, Mattheo Riddle. Is that how you think I see you?” You blink back the tears as he turns again, fighting the frustrations to not just smack some sense into him. God, how oblivious is he to you. “I could never pity you. I respect you too much.”

“Respect me?! What in fuck for?”

The water builds behind your eyes, blurring your vision amongst the rain, watching him express his insecurities. “B-because- because I fucking love you, you idiot!”

There's a buzzing, fluttering feeling in his chest like all his nerves have lit on fire, and he blinks, frozen in shock. His chest rises and falls, shallow and slow, but his heart palpates rampaging behind it. The fuzzy feeling migrates around, running from his fingertips up to the apples of his cheeks like an unwelcoming chill as he attempts to process your words.

Everything he thought he knew disintegrates out into the open space, like a gust of wind swept through his mind collecting all his stupid, suspecting doubts. You love him. Love. Love! The unfamiliar word bounces around his mind as he mulls over the possibilities of the meaning. His mouth runs dry despite the assault of rain, as he struggles to form any words.

“I know this is hard, hell I can’t believe I just said that to you-”

Truly, every piece of love for you is magnified by your relationship with him. Your generosity to accept him for who he is, to open your heart to him, even if he always believed it to be platonic. It was enough to grow his heart, and since then, it had always belonged to you. He pushes every ounce of emotion through, knowing it's easier to express than through words.

“You-u..” He breathes, catching his breath as he pulls back, struggling to get the words out.

A smile graces your face with wide, full cheeks that burn with happiness and you reciprocate his choked upness, feeling the tears start again. The way your head nods ridiculously fast, flicking your drenched hair in all directions, makes him chuckle and he cups your cheeks for fear of it flying off. “Not fucking with me are you now Ace, cuz I swear to god if you-”

Leaning forwards you capture his lips effortlessly, now being the one to shut him up. It's sweet but passionate and he can’t get enough when you pull away. He threads a hand through his soaked hair in utter disbelief, his eyes returning to your loving ones. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long. Kiss the crap out of you over and over.” He rests his forehead against yours and reaches down for your hand.

He’s taking in everything you’ve just said, grasping for the same longing that's been sitting, waiting to be released between the two of you like a dam. His face lights, and a little smile curves onto his face, and for the first time he feels the words sitting with ease on his tongue. “You have no idea how in love I am with you. Ace, I’ve been in love with you since forever. Fuck i-just you know I'm not good with words, feelings, all that bullshit.”

You try to fight the blush creeping up your neck, but the smile that appears beaming brightly back at him is impossible to suppress. You’re completely speechless, overwhelmed with euphoric feelings of contentment. Words you’d only dreamed of hearing, now confessed to you in the eye of a storm, and suddenly you’re laughing. “Are we insane?”

His eyes light at your happiness, but he raises a curious brow, not catching what you said at the sound of another boom. “Are- we…WHAT?”

The sound of your laughter bubbles at his adorable confusion. “It doesn’t matter! We should head inside now.” He seems to catch the end of that and nods hurriedly, reaching out to grab your arm, leading the two of you up and into the castle.

Under the shelter of the overhanging archways he turns, grabbing you by your shoulders, “wait- just let me get something else off my chest first.” He swallows, pushing the wet strands back behind your ears, “I’m s-sorry.”

You watch him feeling an immense depth of pride for him, and you smile softly, reassuring him to continue. “look.. I won't apologise for hitting Dean, I don’t regret that and- i-I can’t tell you it all yet, but he said something that cut deep. Whether or not the asshole meant it, I couldn’t take how it made me feel. But I am sorry I ruined your night at the gig. Fuck- I was angry and jealous and I really was trying to look out for you.”

You nod in understanding, accepting that he’s not ready to bear that much emotion in one night, and bring him in for a hug. “Matty.. You don’t know how much I appreciate you trying.” He clings to you, a desperate boy finally receiving the much needed love he had been deprived of for too long. “And-d you didn’t really ruin my night. I wanted to go with you first, anyway. But I got in my head - the doubt i-i just didn’t want to ruin us.”

He pulls back cupping your cheeks, “god we’re stupid aren’t we?” He smiles amused with the obliviousness and blindness you both held for one another. “I’m just glad I didn’t lose you.”

You shake your head, “you never would have. I was bluffing completely.. I couldn’t handle being without you, Mattheo.”

He grins, leaning down to press another soft passionate kiss to your lips, “and you couldn’t have lost me even if you tried Ace. You’re literally iron cast around my heart. The knot is too tight. You’d have to break me just to free the attachment I have to you.” His eyes are sincere and hold so much emotion you’re verging on tears again.

“Okay, ah let's not cry again. I wasn’t lying about not being able to handle that. Let's go back to my dorm. Come on.” His arm guides you wrapping around your waist, a stark contrast to the way his arm usually drapes over your shoulder casually. He helps you walk back to his dorm with care and compassion, the energy between you a mixture of excitement and lightness, the weight of the confession lifted.

He helps you into his dorm, closing the door and gazes at you with pure happiness before searching his dorm for some towels. A room you’ve stood in many times before but never in this sense, and just being here with all your feelings out in the open makes your body prick with anticipation.

You stand watching him shivering a little, and begin to unstick your thick sweater, clinging to your soaked through shirt, stripping it up with difficulty while Mattheo searches through his draws for some clean clothes. The head of the material sticks trapping your head and you groan, frustrated, trying to pull it off, catching Mattheo’s attention. He peers over his shoulder, laughing at the awkward situation he’s spotted you in.

He slides his hands gently up your sides till he pushes the sleeves of the sweater up, freeing your arms before helping squeeze your head through the hole. The sweater drops to the floor; the moment becoming charged with heightened tension and desperate looks reflected in both of you.

His fingers descend, tracing down your sides in slow strokes that makes your heart leap your full attention on him. You exhale small shallow breaths, feeling your insides squirm under his intense stare, not daring to say a word. His hands wrap around the curve of your waist, tugging you inwards till you press fully up against him, giving you his signature boyish grin.

“That's better.” His eyes flicker between the desperation dripping in your eyes to the soft parting of your lips, waiting with anticipation.

You nod, your chest rising and falling with intense yearning, whispering back, “Yes.. I know now.”

“Good. That’s good.” He presses another kiss travelling up your cheek, sparking the heat to rise, flushing the skin a deep red. He grins sincerely, “you look so pretty when you blush.”

You swallow, feeling your body alight with need, buzzing with electricity that runs down to the tips of your toes. You wonder if he knows how aroused you feel right now. The rest of your clothes are slick still with rainwater, but you already know the puddle forming in your panties is definitely from the heat. You attempt to exhale quiet bated breaths throughout your nose, unable to trust your mouth to open, uncertain what kind of animalistic sound would fall out.

Mattheo might be oblivious to love, but he’s a keen observer in the act of sexual intimacy. It’s as if his eyes are an x-ray lust detector. He knows all the tells of an aroused woman. “So pretty Ace, fuck..you’re making me want to kiss you senseless.” His voice strains with restraint. He’s still holding onto some concern, not wanting to freak you out with all his intense energy waiting to consume you.

The struggle in his tone only makes you want him more and your eyes lift upwards, filled with hungry persuasions. Uttering a simple, “please.”

The moment you plead with those sweet eyes, all his control gets thrown out the window. Taking your jaw in his hand, he leans back in to kiss you. His lips melting onto yours, the two of your lips colliding in synchronization. His hands cup the nape of your head, tilting it back, and diving deeper, his tongue pushes, seeking entrance as kindly as he can be while he fights the pure animalistic hunger to devour you urgently.

You moan softly, allowing him access, the two of your tongues dancing with one another like a fervent tango. He mumbles softly against them, “Do you know how long I craved to feel these lips, Ace?”

A deep flush grows on your cheeks and you breathe heavily, gazing up, feeling his lips kiss along the side of your neck. “How long?” You ask breathlessly.

He chuckles at your response and interest. “too fucking long. I always knew that you’d taste this sweet.” The soft sighs and hums that vibrate out of you have his mind spinning and he presses his lips harder onto your skin, needing to entice more out of you. He pulls you closer to him before he’s back, kissing your lips, engulfing you completely.

The two of you continue to make out, still standing, before his fingers slip under your wet shirt and he hisses at the cold contact. “Merin, you're still freezing.”

“I’m okay.” You reassure him, shivering from his touch.

He smiles, noticing the shiver. “Yeah?”

You nod, promising him, finding it sweet how he’s concerned about you. Sliding your own hands up his arms, you find solace cupping the back of his neck, pulling him down, needing another kiss. He falls back into the growing pattern, not wanting to miss even a single moment of your touch.

“I know a way you can warm me up, though.”

His eyes flutter open and he gazes at you, his eyes glistening with similar intention. “Oh, yeah?” He flashes an amused smile, intrigued by your flirtatious energy. “What might that be, Ace?”

Biting your lip with a teasing smile of your own, you step back, pulling him with you onto the bed, causing him to chuckle happily. His arms flex, holding himself up from crushing you with his weight, and his head dips. “Fuck, you look so sexy when you bite that.”

Your face contorts with a soft whine at the flustering compliment and he grins, more pleased with your reaction. His lips reclaim yours once more with delicate urgency, and you match it quickly getting lost, diving your hands into his curls. Having only stroked his hair tenderly, your fingers move with eagerness, tugging and pulling desperately to get a sound out of him.

His hands trace you with the utmost respect and value, different from his experiences with other girls. There's reasoning and depth behind every touch. Enjoying every sweet moment, being able to explore every curve he’s only dreamed about touching. He’s finally able to hold you the way he's always wanted, no longer needing to hide behind his fragile vulnerability in the dark. He's finally giving you all of him under the limelight, and he hopes to show you how he’s felt this whole time.

Mattheo groans at each tug of hair, lowering himself to keep kissing you, his hands sliding under your shirt again, feeling the way your body contracts. The muscles twitch with sensitivity and he swallows your gasp, grinning before pushing dominantly his tongue back in. His fingers peel the wet shirt up and over your bra.

He sits up ditching his own shirt, and your hands roam over his chest, feeling the groves of his past scars, sending shivers down his back. He watches gazing at your eyes and how they view him. You already know about the meaning behind them, but now you get to love them, and he bites his lip to not get choked up at how you look at him with love in your eyes.

“I’ll go gentle on you...just for today, yeah.” Another cheeky grin flashes your way, unaware of the concealed experience of your sexual life.

You laugh at his sweet reassurance, squeezing his hands, loving the feeling of holding onto him. “I’m really not as innocent as you believe, Matty.”

He raises a brow with surprised curiosity. “Are you telling me I’m not about to be your first Ace?”

The silence confuses him, for when he looks down at you, there's a flash of guilt in your eyes. “I’m not?” He feels a wave of jealousy flow through his veins at the thought of you with someone else, though he knows he has no reason to. He leans down, carrying on his sensual onslaught, kissing up behind your ear. He nips it gently as he whispers sultry, “really?”

Feeling your head nod, he lets out a tiny groan, mostly at himself for taking too fucking long to get his shit together. “That is a shame, baby.”

Turning your head to lock with his sight, reassuring him, “It means more with you, though, Matty.”

His eyes soften, giving a curt nod. He can see the sincerity and honesty in your eyes and he offers a smile back, pecking you. He knows it's true, as it is for him. “The same goes for me.” He cups your cheeks, pressing his forehead to yours, “This isn't a one time thing, okay? You mean so much to me, Ace, and never again do I want to make you feel how I did before.”

His eyes hold so much truth and devotion that you can feel your eyes beginning to water. That is before his hips shift, pressing ever so subtly down, getting into a grinding rhythm as he distracts you from the raw moment with kisses.

He almost jumps out of his skin when your bold hand explores down south, not expecting you to act so brazenly. He shifts, rolling onto his side, allowing your hand to slip inside his pants and wrap around his cock. He can’t help but buck his hips into your palm at the feel of your hand making contact.

“Fuck-Ace.” His eyes droop, looking at you shifting onto your side too, your tits squishing together in the constraints of your bra, his mouth gaping letting out a hitched shaky breath.

Capturing your lips once more, moaning into your mouth, he drowns in the pleasure of how your hand increasingly pumps his cock up and down. He murmurs, resting his forehead against yours with knitted brows, “oh - yeah, ace like that.”

His own hands creep and unbutton your jeans, pushing them down with a bit of urgency. “This okay?”

You nod and ask back, “You? This okay?”

He nods, kissing your cheek and down your neck, “Yes.. better than okay- your hand feels so good.”

You tug your jeans down, kicking them off revealing your panties and he groans, peering down, before he slides a hand rubbing your thigh and tracing his fingers teasingly over the skin as they itch with temptation, brushing gently over your core. He rubs, applying slow pressure over your clothed covered clit and runs a hand through your hair, tugging it back to kiss you. He loves hearing your little sounds muffled into his mouth at the extra sensation you’re feeling.

“So pretty..you sounds so hot.”

You whine sensitively and he swears he’s sent to heaven at the harmonic pitch of your voice. His cock twitches, pulsing in your hand to the sound. Your actions slow focusing on your pleasure and for once he doesn’t mind not being the centre of attention.

He watches with an intense focus full of desire at how your pretty eyes can’t handle staying open, fluttering. The steady rise of your chest increases with every bit of pressure he rubs tauntingly slow. He can't wait any longer, maneuvering his hand under your panties, sliding one finger in, his skin saturated instantly in your juices.

His own breathing congeals to short tiny gasps, eyes darkening, consumed with lustral appreciation. “Soakin Ace. You've been this wet the whole time?”

His question, which seems sincere, causes a flustered reaction and you moan again, grabbing hold of the sheets. He takes it as a yes.

Soft moans of satisfaction infiltrate the room at each hum of your lips. He can feel just how much you’re enjoying this, welcoming him to do what he wants. The trust you have to know what he’s doing is appreciated, and he hums himself in arrogance. Every reaction, sound, movement - watching as your hips begin to jut slightly seek more friction only fills him with a deep pride. You're his girl now, and he’ll never disappoint you again.

His lips move peppering kisses down your neck, nipping at the skin, seeking the achievement of leaving marks of purple hues. “You like that, yeah?”

His finger protrudes deeper, gaining a steady pace, and his eyes flicker away from decoration markings on your neck to your legs spreading wider for his hand. He needs more, hearing every gasp and the sweet moan exhaling from you is pure bliss, and makes him feel on cloud nine.

He hisses gently at how your hand involuntarily squeezes the nearest thing, which happens to be his cock still. It's torture, as you're so focused on him, just pleasing him to even notice the subtle teasing you’re providing. “Sweetheart..” His tone is gritted with bated breath. “F-fuck, please either let go or do something with your hand.”

You moan at the pet name and begin pumping him again, trying to multitask, your brows frowning at his addition of another finger. “Ah- sorry Matty.. I’m trying…just feels s’good!”

He grins at your struggle to speak. “Yeah, feels good?” His fingers meticulously move with skill, slick knuckles deep in your cunt, before he curls them, scraping the spot to make your back arch.

There’s a string of whines as your hips buck up into his hand, “Uh! Yes!”

“Yeah, you want another? Want me to stretch you out…wanna be ready for me, don’t you, Ace?”

While his words are forward and prompting for more, he doesn’t make any moves to do anything until you give him confirmation. He’s continuously checking for your assurance, making sure this is what you want. He just wants to bring you pleasure, watch you get off riding slowly onto his fingers. How your back is arching and your muttering soft pleads, all for him. What's yours is his right.

You nod desperately, “Please Matty!”

He obliges, pushing in a third with ease, your walls contracting to fit him snug inside your drenched pussy. The warmth that evades his fingers has him groaning, listening to a new wave of mews slur out of you. “Fuck-that’s it. Such a good girl, baby.”

He bites back the small protest when you release his cock and grip his arm instead, the indents of your nails digging into his skin, stinging but filling him with a possessive power. He wants your marks on him as much as he wants to leave them on you. To combine your bodies as one and intertwine in a way that goes beyond physical.

Pure bliss overcomes your face and you turn, opening your eyes, glossy with need. Bringing his head down in urgency, you plead. “Matty…Matty, I want more.. Please, I don’t wanna cum unless it’s in you.”

“Shit-t yes yeah?”

His fingers slowly drag, retracting out, pulling a needy whine from the back of your throat, and you nod urgently. He gives his fingers a quick lick, not wanting to waste a single drop of you, watching focused how you shuffle out of your panties.

He shifts sitting up and starts removing his own wet pants with great difficulty. The jeans are heavy and compressed to his thighs tight, causing them to stick, his groin constricted pushing snuggly against the material of his unbutton pants. “Shit- fuck, these are fucking tight now.”

“Fucking Salazar.” He takes in your body as you lay waiting patiently. His lustful gaze only makes you that much hotter. He leans against the bedpost, unable to drag his eyes away. “Ace?”

“Yeah?”

“Just checking this is real.” He finishes pulling his pants down, almost tripping over them with excitement that draws a giggle out of you. The sound of your laugh shakes him out of his daze, and he grins cheekily, continuing his mission of ridding his clothes as fast as possible. “God, I love your laugh.. gonna make me cum right now.”

Your laugh grows in ecstatic shock at his vulgar words. “Mattheo!”

“Oh yeah, look at you practicing screaming already.” He grins, finding your flustering adoring. He frees his cock, admiring the absolutely thirsty look painting your face. He can’t help how his mind backtracks to your admission of not being a virgin, and he lets out a speck of jealousy. “Tell me really, am I bigger?”

“Bigger?” Only just are your eyes able to drift away and up with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah.. Then the fucker who stole your virginity.”

You can’t help the pleased laugh breaking out at his not-so-subtle jealousy, trying to hold back the smug attitude. “Seriously, you're getting jealous now, while I'm baring not only my body but my heart and soul to you.” Lifting a feigned unimpressed eyebrow, you watch with astonishment at how his face changes, expressing a small sheepish smile.

You beckon him closer with a finger, welcoming the confidence flowing through you. “Come here.”

As if pulled by a magnet, he crawls back down, hovering above, his eyes gleaming enticingly and the deep inhale of need. The way you’re looking at him as if he holds all your answers, holds all the warmth for you and that he’s the only one to bring you happiness prick at his skin, feeling nervous. But then you smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and whisper an adorable, “Hi.”

He grins back, finding himself relaxing just at the mere sight of those brimming cheeks and whispers back, “Hey gorgeous.”

His hands roam, maneuvering over your body and pushing your thighs apart. He notes how your eyes fall, breath spiking with anticipation. “Hey, look at me.” His voice is a soft, strained whisper, on the break of losing it altogether as the head of his tip drags through your folds. “You know I love your eyes. It's one of your favourite features of mine.”

He’s never done this before. Been so openly intimate, especially as he’s preparing to fuck someone. He nudges the tip a little further in just gently, a low rumble etching out with hoarse feralness. “I want your eyes on me the whole time, ok Ace.”

Meeting his eye, losing yourself drowning in warm pools of brown neediness, listening to his gentle but essential request, you nod in confirmation. “I will. I never want to turn my back on you again. I love your eyes too much, too.”

His cheeks are hurting from how much they’ve stretched into a smile tonight. “God, you’re perfect, aren’t you?” He captures your lips in a short but passionate kiss.

“Just tell me if it's too much, yeah.” He warns concerningly, biting back the desire to lose control and wreck you completely. At just your nod he utters, looking back up, “words Ace.”

“I will.. yeah, Matty just please..”

“Good girl, such sweet manners.” He grins, licking his lip as he grips his cock, nudging it further in between your folds, his eyes fixed on the way your pretty pussy embraces the head so perfectly, like it was made just for him. A glottal groan of relief passes through his lips and he thrusts his hips gently, his cock sliding deeper into the tightness of your warm walls.

“Oh-f-fuck.” He drops his head, pressing his forehead already beginning to bare a sheen of sweat onto yours, feeling the gaping of your own mouth. The sound that pulls from you is sinful, a delicious lewd moan that makes him grip your hips with firmness to not fall apart so quickly.

“God-yeah…You feel so fucking’good.”

At the flexible way your legs bend back towards your chest naturally, he groans breathlessly, taking it as a sign you’re okay for him to pick up the pace. His hips thrust, driving into you with a satisfying rhythm, the moans continuing to tumble from your lips.

“That’s it… you sound so pretty, baby.” He rasps low and husky. He’s looking at everything, watching the pleasure etched on your face while you lay with your eyes scrunched closed, absorbing it all. He flickers his eyes back and forth from how his cock slides between your folds captivatingly and up to your pretty blessed out face. Your mouth gaping as streams of whiney moans flows out, your head thrown back in ecstasy. “Fuck, I don't know where to look baby…look so good taking me.”

Clutching onto him with a grip of iron, nails pinching into his skin as he cages your body in. His biceps bulge under the movement of holding his weight above you. He drops his head into the crook of your neck and he groans, feeling your fingers dig into his hair, listening to your babbled praises. “Matty- ah feel s’good.”

He roams his hands, stretching your legs wider as he presses his palm down to stabilize himself, his hips vigorously bucking with the strength of a raging bull. He doesn’t know how he told himself he could go easy, with the way your pussy squeezes his cock feels as good as pure heroine. He plants kisses on your neck and turns your head towards him, pressing his lips back onto yours.

He’s in love with the way you feel, the way you sound, your touches roaming his body, switching from gentle caresses to carnal scratches. He feels whole with you, intertwined as bursts of passion taint your tongues, each sound harmonising together heavenly. “Ace.. fuck, you’re so perfect.”

You nod, trying to form a solid thought in response, but the way the tip of his cock is gliding so effortlessly into your cervix only makes you chant his name, your voice breaking with a high pitch strain.

It’s one of the most beautiful things he’s ever witnessed and he kisses your ear, whispering sweet nothings into them, encouraging your onboarding orgasm. “Mmm yeah, cum for me baby, so fuckin pretty wanna watch you fall apart.”

Your climax breaks, spots of white light blurring your vision and you tighten your arms around him, clinging to the one thing grounding you from the overwhelming pleasure. His head lifts, watching with pure delight at the way your body convulses, glistening with sweat like an ethereal being. His body shakes as his hips jutter following you. Broken groans mumble against the skin of your neck as he spills his seed into you entirely.

He huffs a tired pant, not wanting to move, for he’s never felt so whole as right now. He murmurs softly, pressing a sloppy kiss to your ear, “s'good..the best ace. I could live in your pussy, just fall asleep and never wake up.”

You catch your breath, letting out a shaky laugh that makes your cunt squeeze his cock, releasing another deep groan. He shifts his cock aching sensitivity and pulls out rolling to lie beside you, wrapping an arm around your neck to tuck you into his side.

He rests his chin on top of your head. “You okay?”

Nodding with droopy eyes, you plant a kiss on his collarbone and try to calm your mind and absorb the reality of what’s just happened. “Yeah..you're definitely bigger.” You grin answering his earlier question. You blink, gazing up at him with nothing but love and a rapturous glow on your face. “but I’m ok.. im great.”

He chuckles warmly, not even caring to be cocky anymore. He tangles his hand into the still wet knot of your locks. “fuck yeah you are..and your super sure you're real?”

You pinch his thigh, making a sudden squeal come out of his mouth. “Alright! Aight, no need to seek revenge on me - I already apologised.” He jests cupping your head in a firm hold like one of his usual headlocks, but only plants a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I am sorry, though, and I mean it.” He shifts so your face is parallel to his and he admires the returning light that shines back into your eyes, a warmth that lights the darkness inside him. He brushes your check with his thumb, over the red hues adorning your cheeks, evidence of your spent state.

“I may be a twat a good portion of the time, and this-”, he gestures between the two of you. “Still scares me, so fucking much.” His words are raw and burn with a vulnerability that still sits unfamiliar in his throat. “You’re truly an enigma. I still don’t know what in the hell you see in me?”

You smile, eyes brimming with the utmost love. "I see everything you don’t.”

It’s the truth, and it always has been. The way Mattheo makes you feel is frightening, electrifying, like you’re caught in a storm and he’s your saving grace, parting the seas, giving you everything you need. How his eyes shine, reflecting your clear emotion, makes your heart beat with the force of a thousand drums stimulating the rest of your body.

A warm buzz vibrates between the two of you, knowing that all along, everything you were both missing was right there. The notion that you'll both be alright, swaddled in the new cocoon of your relationship, both finally receiving the love you deserve together.

This work is my own, please don't copy or claim. Any and all interactions are appreciated, thank you for reading! ty again @amongemeraldclouds for your love and support! couldn't have done this without you!

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The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 3, Part 1

masterpost, please no editing or concrit! This is a first draft only and it is a sleepy, headachy day.

Danny rung the doorbell (buzzer, whatever) on the monolithic side of Titans Tower.

Nothing happened, of course.

Danny glared at the spot where he though Flash might be. Approximately. It’s where the buzzing was at least.

“You're going to get me arrested,” Danny complained to thin air.

Somehow he was certain he'd gotten a little ‘go head' sort of motion back to his words. He couldn't see Flash still, not outside of seizures at least. It was more like how one knew someone was looking at them. It was a sense of movement.

Danny rang the bell again.

Then Danny pulled out a notebook, leaned against the building, and started sketching. He set a reoccurring timer to go off every two minutes. When it did, he rang the buzzer again. Then he got back to sketching.

Fifteen times into ringing the buzzer, some hidden speaker hummed to life.

“Dude, you know, there's a tip line you can use, right? And we don’t give autographs.”

Danny scrambled against his aching body to stand up straight and spun towards the door. “I, um, know. I saw the sign. But I don't have a tip, I have a message.”

The bored sounding person on the other side of the speaker sighed. It sounded like static. “What's the message?”

“It's from the Flash, I think,” Danny said. “And, trust me, I can't believe I'm saying this either, but he wants me to tell Nightwing that ‘he's a real dick’ but said, like, in a fond way.”

The silence was unbearably heavy.

“Okay then. Right. Please don't have me arrested, I'm just the messenger,” Danny said and started to back away.

The TV static of Flash hummed against his back.

“I tried, okay?” Danny hissed at him. “We’ll come up with another idea and—”

And one of the double doors to Titan’s Tower slammed open by a large green gorilla that quickly morphed into a small green man.

“What did you say?!?” Beastboy shouted breathlessly.

“Someone I'm, like, eighty percent sure is your guys’ Flash told me to tell Nightwing that he's a real dick.”

“Holy shit. Holy fucking shit,” Beastboy repeated, really drawing the words out. “Inside, now!”

Danny blinked at the sudden acceptance. “Not to arrest me, right?”

“What? No!” Beastboy exclaimed and started to basically pull Danny into the building. “We have to get Nightwing!”

“Okay.” Danny hoped that was true.

Danny got the feeling that Flash was right along with him as Beastboy herded him (literally as a sheep dog at one point) through the lobby, into the elevator, and up the tower. The room that they walked out into was clearly a personal space. There were abandoned cups, a smattering of plants, and several discarded pieces of clothing about the room.

The Titans lounging in front of a massive TV were pretty telling too.

“Gar…” the goth of the group asked as they stood. “…who is this?”

“This is—” Gar started enthusiastically and then deflated like a popped balloon. “Um, I don’t know actually? No, Raven, wait! No attacking! Just, dude, just tell them what you told me!”

Danny tried not to tense up at the dark power swirling around one of Raven’s hands. “Flash sent me to tell Nightwing that ‘he’s a real dick’, but Flash said it in a fond way.”

“Oh, fuck,” Raven breathed.

“Where is he?” Asked who could only be Cyborg.

“Here…ish,” Danny said with a gesture to where Flash was. “He said he’s trapped in the Speed Force. He’s not exactly on this plan of existence. Very small chance he’s dead, and I can only talk to him because he’s a ghost but Flash says he’s not but sometimes ghosts are like that?”

“…sometime ghosts are like that,” Raven repeated.

Danny scratched at the back of his neck. “Yeah… I’m kinda a psychopomp? But if it’s any comfort, Flash is really insistent that he’s not dead. He doesn’t feel like normal ghosts either. I think he’s actually right that he’s not dead, especially since he didn’t get any more clear when my heart stopped the other day.”

“When you’re heart what?!” Cyborg practically shouted.

It was a bit of an over the top reaction for hero, Danny thought. They put themselves in danger all the time.

“Yeah. So because Flash isn’t a normal ghost,” Danny said, slightly bewildered as Gar urged him over to the couch to sit down down, “I can’t see him or talk to him like I normally would. It’s been mostly seizures before, which wow I do not recommend, but a few days ago I too some tea to help my powers open up and the added ability to interact was too much for me I guess and my heart stopped.”

“Well,” Raven said with a little frown and a wave of her hand. “That explains the medical band.”

Danny blinked down at it. “Oh. I meant to take that off. Yeah, sorry, I sorta checked myself out against doctors orders to come here.”

“Dude, why?” Gar said, sitting down next to Danny. His face was incredibly expressive and Danny felt like those big, worried eyes might give him another heart attack.

“Because… because you deserve to know where your friend is,” Danny said honestly.

There was a long beat of silence before Cyborg slapped his hands against his leg with a clank. “Right. I’ve alerted Nightwing and the others. Gar, help…”

“Danny.”

“—help Danny settle in. Raven, watch Gar.”

“Hey!” Gar exclaimed with a pout.

#dp x dc #danny/dick/wally #thodf

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// ooc, but I actually wanted to just point ou some details that I think will be important, or that I just really enjoyed seeing?

1) Lupus is actually forgetting more than just island memories, but seems to be forgetting when Dawn gets too hurt - or just emotionally distressing situations. Like, Lupus was there when Dawn was poisoned by cyanide and yet when everything came back didn't seem shaken by it. And when Dawn was coughing up too much blood and Lupus saw it, they were distressed, but soon a "forget sprite"/ sprite w/ two black stars came and they were questioning why there was blood. Maybe it's some kind of curse? Since the curses seem just Siffrins inner struggles related to the loops manifested in some way (like the ISAT bathroom monologue on ACT 4 where he says "THE WORLD SHOULD HAVE TO SUFFER LIKE YOU DID" or something). Or maybe it's just the Universe? But it really feels important to understand Lupus and their future role in the story more here, since they are seeing the loops firsthand but with a watered down version of it all.

2) I also really like the fact that when we get Lupus drawings they always draw swirly cheeks! The same way the Directors cheek is drawn on their face!!! Because it's part of their artstyle in a way and I think it's cute!!! And also sad because Lupus and Director have really big design similarities, and maybe that gets me because yeah... Something something you never let go of your inner child they become part of you.... Something

3) It is absolutely hilarious to me that ALL Siffrins are wearing heels. Specifically white ones. The only one that breaks this rule is Lupus but still. They may be walking straight into hell or be the hell themselves but they are walking there with their click clacks on the floor!!!!

4) Have I commented on how I really like the fact that Dawn's and Dusks design are complementary opposites in every ways and I think that's so cool because yes they are opposites but they are still fundamentally Siffrins.

5) Stupid Rotten Adults parallel killed me also. Like not even the one with Lupus but the one with Dawn that just occurred where he asks Mira if she really believes that. Looked like Bonnie asking Frin if they were sure. Killed me instantly.

6) Hoo boy I can't shut up but there are so many small details sneaked into this that I just can't stop writing!!! Your writing of the characters is just so so so good. I love it.

// bashfully plays with my hair~ thank you for enjoying the story and taking note of details.

// Lupus doesn't get heels because they're still wearing their islander clothes, or what they've replaced while on the road. Baby too young for heels, gotta have good support while growing!!!

// it must be extra nice for them too, to finally be walking around on their feet.

#ooc #analysis #theories #I'm counting it lol

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Switch Up: Conclusions

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Switch Up: Conclusions (English Version)

Life had been perfect since Miles showed us the control and we ended up in these bodies.

We had become the kings of the school, it was no longer necessary to hide from bullies, or go unnoticed in the halls, no. Now at every step we took, at least one person would turn to look at us as if their life depended on it.

It was like having power in its purest expression. Attractive, muscular, who wouldn't want to have all that?

Some things had changed, maybe people noticed it or preferred to ignore it and take it as normal. The way Blake now dressed, the new interests in Caleb, the more noticeable flirtations of the new Ruben.

Or even Alan and Blake's relationship. Who now couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other for too long.

Everything was as it should be. Us in the lead, no longer being shadows.

There were strange and difficult parts to get used to, of course. Miles' control did not yet have the ability to endow the host with the memories and recollections of the shell body.

So getting used to a new house, hobbies and even a new social circle was a challenge. Not impossible, but something that cost at least the first few weeks.

Although, the base abilities of the bodies did seem to remain, as a kind of autopilot. I discovered in a short time that I quite liked theater, I didn't know if it was because of Ruben's "base style", but there was a strange satisfaction in standing on a stage with hundreds of people in front of me and having them eating out of the palm of my hand.

I must admit that I've become a bit self-centered (and although I don't like to say it in front of the new Caleb and Blake, that worries me). I know I'm not Ethan anymore, that's way behind me now, but what if my original personality is lost?

I wanted to take the place of a popular guy, but not become him body and soul. Much less a hyper-projected version of him.

- Did you call us? - I asked, just coming out of a theater rehearsal. As long as I had been inside this body, I still couldn't get used to it. I kept looking at my strong biceps out of the corner of my eye, or bouncing my pecs for mere play.

- Yeah, I've been thinking something lately - Blake nodded to himself, looking at me and Caleb in the other corner of the room.

- And what is it?

- Well, since this - he pulled the controller out of his pocket - I've noticed that we don't usually hang out together anymore, we used to go everywhere, now you're with the theater, you're with your prankster friends or those cosplay things.

- What about you? - Caleb spoke - You just hang out with your new boyfriend, your training or your experiments.

There was silence, Blake denied.

- That's not the point. I mean the three of us have neglected each other, we used to be close, now it seems we don't even have time to answer messages.

He understood what Miles was saying but in a way, he was also agreeing with Logan.

- You haven't made time for us either - I muttered, looking down.

Silence settled between us for a while, until Caleb dared to break it.

- I love you guys. But maybe it's also part of... this - he pointed at his body and then at us.

- Stop being friends? - I asked in a low tone.

- Maybe... Maybe.

He also lowered his gaze.

- I can't believe they're really saying that - Blake looked at us with some suspicion - To stop being friends just because... we changed bodies?

- We're not the same people anymore.

- We are on the inside, Logan!

- ... He didn't call me Logan anymore.

- But you know you fucking were!

Miles' breathing became ragged and ragged for a moment, he became thoughtful.

- And what do you propose? - I looked at him.

He didn't say or do anything for a while, it was extremely awkward until he started moving towards Caleb, serious, they stood face to face, I thought they were about to punch each other until Blake moved in to kiss him.

Caleb tried to push him away but ended up giving in, it was an intense series of kisses, the stinkier one took some authority as he squeezed the hairs on the back of the other's neck, pulling him tight to him.

There was a lot of tongue and saliva in between, they were loud in strange, little by little the atmosphere began to heat up more, Caleb grabbed Blake's waist to corner him against the wall, their backs collided with a thud, which made him let out a gasp but they still continued kissing.

It went on for a while until they seemed to remember I was there too.

- Are you going to stand there alone? - Miles asked, looking at me with a mixture of lust and impatience. Seeing no response, he looked up at Logan and motioned to him.

The other one broke away and advanced towards me. It wasn't even a second before he had his tongue inside me, his hands roaming and clinging to my skin.

- Ah... I-I don't understand w-why this will make us b-b-become united again

I stammered as best I could as Logan seemed to have turned into a beast thirsty for desire kissing my neck. I didn't know if it was him or traces of his new body, but jeez... He sure was territorial, aggressive and primal.

- We wanted to do this together, didn't we? - Miles said, caressing his chest and abs carelessly - We wanted to be sporty to be hot, popular, all together. But when did we give ourselves time to taste what we had now?

I couldn't think of anything. On the one hand, it seemed crazy and completely ridiculous what Miles was saying. What did this have to do with the fact that we were kissing now?

I wanted to think of it as some sort of couples therapy strategy, but we were friends. What was this?

Before I could say more, Miles came up behind me and started caressing Logan's body, which made him let out slight grunts.

- And that's your whole... your whole plan? - I mumbled heavily, focusing on Miles having control in his hands - Is it necessary for you to always bring... that with you?

He smiled.

- No, but I feel more comfortable this way... I don't quite know my new family, imagine leaving the control around and everyone starts switching bodies left and right - he explained with that nerdy aura that still seeped through from time to time, I couldn't explain why, but that made me smile - Plus now we can do this.

He pressed and pointed, and suddenly, I was no longer looking at him, I was staring at the wall, with my lips against a neck, settled between someone's legs... Now I was in Caleb's body.

- Uh... Why did you do that? - my old voice asked.

- They say the best way to understand another person is to put yourself in their shoes, right? Well surprise, we can do that.

Before I could even respond, I found myself in someone else's body again, control in my hands. Caleb broke away, looking down at his huge hands.

- Why him? He's a brainless gorilla - he mumbled stroking and sniffing himself, to which he made a strange gesture - Shit, what's that smell?

And it was like he lost his mind, suddenly glued to his armpit with need, inhaling hard and rubbing his armpit to fill his nose with sweat over and over again.

- Because I wanted to get back at him - It was strange to see Ruben talking without me in charge - Besides... He's sexy, a brainless himbo, it's easier to socialize with some people, I don't have to worry about being... interesting. I can say anything stupid and people will laugh, though... The smell is still a problem.

He grimaced, but Miles was still lost in this new experience.

- Scent? What the hell are you talking about? If it smells delicious...

- That's because Caleb has hyperosmia, that's why he always wanted to smell this strong. He liked his own stench

The new Caleb kept sniffing himself. Until all of a sudden he was back against Ruben's neck, sniffing and kissing him.

- Shit, you smell good.

Ruben gasped but his legs clung against Caleb's waist, starting to rub against him.

It was chaos between kisses, Caleb sniffing Ruben's skin, the Latino panting and clinging to the boy's armpit. I couldn't hold back and tightened my grip, ending up with Caleb on top of me.

- No fair! - Blake's body cried out.

- S-sorry f-friend.

I stammered with a smile.

Blake came over and pressed himself against Caleb, starting to caress his body, rubbing and kissing him.

In less time than we thought, there were no clothes left, we were panting in unison, awkward kisses and eager hands everywhere. Logan on Blake's body, me on Ruben's, Miles on Caleb's. Though the order didn't matter much since every so often. Someone would take over to end up in another body.

- Woah! Why did you decide on a Latino? - Miles asked caressing his chest and face.

- Because he's hot, I liked him from the first moment I saw him - I whispered distributing kisses on his thighs - He's interesting, handsome, and has something unique about him over the others.

- Lots of romantic shit - Logan said caressing Ruben's chest from behind - Why did you choose Blake?

Miles let out a laugh.

- Do I need to explain?

- Nah... - they both kissed madly.

- Won't your boyfriend be mad about this? - I asked.

- I'm just re-bonding with my best friends. What's the big deal?

A short time later, Ruben's body was in the middle of me in Caleb's, Logan in front with Blake's. I was shoving the rod from my new body straight into Miles' new one. Which made him gasp.

- Ah, it's big! - he complained.

- Another thing I picked him for - Logan smiled back Logan before they kissed.

I was lost in the feeling I didn't realize when Miles took control to switch us back and forth, back into our original bodies.

- Shit, let me know you'll do that, mfh! - I couldn't help but gasp, my eyes rolled to white for a while. I felt Caleb fill everything with me, Blake settled with a smile in front of me to take my face in his hands, caressing my cheeks.

- Do you remember what you did with me when I was inside Alan?

I swallowed nervously.

— D-dude, I-I don't know what you're talking about. — Nah, don’t be a coward, Ethan - He grabbed one of my pecs and squeezed it, making me let out a little yelp - Say it. — Ah, shit! I used you! — Great. And don’t you think you should pay for that?

A glint flashed in his eyes. He signaled to Logan, who began thrusting harder. My eyes rolled back from the sheer pleasure, and I panted like crazy. A bit of drool escaped my lips as Logan slammed his hips into me with even more force. Miles grabbed my chin, firm and confident.

— You love how he feels inside you, don’t you? — I love having him inside me... - I murmured, breathless.

He grabbed my neck a little tightly, squeezing it.

— And does it feel good? — It feels so good - I moaned in pleasure.

Miles smiled again, cocky as ever, then guided my hand to his length. With his other hand, he pulled me in and kissed me with need and hunger.

Everything turned into a sticky, sweaty, slightly smelly mess after that. I don’t even want to imagine what the janitor walked into. Or the class that came in after us.

Strangely enough, Miles had been right. It felt like reconnecting with the real bond the three of us once had, like it always used to be. It was nice having my best friends back. I knew it would be weird—again—for others to see Caleb, Ruben, and Blake hanging out like old buddies, considering none of them even spoke to each other before the swap.

But what mattered was having my friends by my side again. — Wanna do something Friday? - I typed into the group chat. — Yes! There's a new superhero movie coming out. Can we go see it? - Logan replied. — Don’t you ever get tired of being such a nerd? - I joked. Logan just sent a photo.

— A nerd who had your legs shaking.

I smiled, though weirdly... Miles had been quiet for a while. — SHIT! - he suddenly typed in the chat. — What’s wrong? Everything okay? — FUCK, NO! I CAN’T FIND THE REMOTE! — What?! — We must’ve left it in the classroom! That was the last place we used it! — Dude, what the hell?! — I don’t know, I completely forgot! — Can’t you make another one? — Of course I can! That was just the beta model! But now it’s lost, who knows where it is!

We tried to find the remote after that—even snuck into the school at night. But nothing. No trace of it.

Miles eventually figured out how to install a kind of ‘lock’ on our new bodies to prevent interference from the original remote. So yeah, everything worked out for us again. But... What about the remote?

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages.

This was the fifth and final part of "Switch Up". I really hope you enjoyed it—writing it has been an absolute blast for me. It’s the biggest project I’ve done within this community and genre so far. For now, Ethan, Miles, and Logan’s story has come to an end… but having the remote control has opened the door to brand new stories.

So, I’ve decided to launch a spin-off called: The Switch Club. A collection of short stories—some standalone, some interconnected—to expand the high school body swap fantasy even further. I hope you’ll enjoy everything I have planned for you!

See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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#body swap #body switch #malebodyswap #bodyswapping #mental change #nerd to hunk #twinktohunk #switchup

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ct-multifandom · 3 days ago

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El Toro de Piedra reactions

Papacorn more like plateofcorn. I’ve been telling you guys the Ivan lore is gonna go crazy

So is El Toro a real supervillain with super-strength powers or is he just like, some guy wearing a costume? In a world where Luka has magic empath abilities and the ice cream man has divine matchmaking powers I guess it’s not unheard of.

It’s nice to see there are actual criminals in Paris other than Hawkmoth though because before this point it was like “where are the cartoon bank robbers?”

Ok I NEED to know what’s up with Ivan’s mom. “Strong like me and intelligent like your mother” is she also a career criminal? Raul was in jail and Ivan canonically has a younger sister so I’m guessing they live with the mom? Either way his family lore isn’t complete yet

Totally unrelated to anything (the intro reminded me) but I noticed Argos’s eyes look normal in his render but in Revelator they were all purple like in s5. Is he slowly gonna start looking more human over the course of his development?

Gabriel had Adrien wearing that fuckass outfit from birth no wonder he doesn’t know how to dress himself

I like how we’re slowly building a timeline of when exactly Gabriel went insane, like in that plushy that was probably still the Gabi Harry Clown remembered. Somewhere between this and beginning his archeological adventures something happened to him

“You’re gonna know all the secrets of my childhood” [from reading the baby photo album] oh dramatic irony 🦚

Why do I like Luka’s Brazil design more than his default outfit

Ah Marinette you almost walked in on Nathalie’s deeply plot significant evil zoom call. She snapped her laptop shut so fast you’d think she was watching something else

Who thought Luka participating in a concert over FaceTime was a good idea. What kind of utopian sound quality and internet speed do they have in this world? Idk connection is still unreliable tho ig

What’s with him traveling btw because he was clearly back in the Revelator flashback. Do they just teleport him in when they need Viperion or is he traveling back and forth now? Is he gonna come home permanently later?

The conspiracy theorist in me wants to say Gabriel didn’t write that letter and it was planted by the organization but I doubt it. It’s suspicious though. Like when did he write this and what did he think was gonna happen after he died? What if poofing this letter into existence was part of his wish and he had to sacrifice a single sheet of blank printer paper in order to make it happen? Pretty good deal

Ladybug and that STUPID IDIOT chat noir

Ah Ivan’s breakdown censoring the sentimonster stuff just in time of course

I like the way they animated his hand shaking when he dropped the drumstick

So this is a regular thing and he refuses to talk to Mylene about it :(

Mylene literally has one of the best dads in this whole show so maybe Ivan is comparing Raul to Fred and that’s why he feels so weird for having a problematic father

The version of Lila (I assume) stalking Ivan is dressed in traditionally masculine clothes. Maybe she has cross-dress disguises as well.

It’s actually kind of insidious how Nathalie is pushing Marinette into being responsible for hiding things from Adrien. All this crazy shit went down with your villainous boss and somehow the blame for covering it up is going to end up on his son’s high school girlfriend (???)

And *she’s* the one really gunning to sweep it under the rug because if the truth gets out it will primarily have negative consequences for her. I’m not sure how much I believe hiding this is really “for Adrien”

What, you guys don’t know about the secret compartments in the Louvre bathrooms?

Oh hi Alim

Why is it always the Mona Lisa, why do they never go after a less well-guarded painting. Also that room is the French painting gallery and the Mona Lisa isn’t French and is displayed in other parts of the museum… lol I know they only have one gallery modeled and re-use it for everything but still

Ivan’s phone background is the Kitty Section logo

The letter,,, so this is what he was learning in poetry class

Was Raul gonna karate chop the letter in half wtf

I wonder where he’s from, like he’s a Spanish speaker but what country?

Did they ever confirm Ms Bustier was the French teacher before this? I kind of assumed she was but I don’t remember them explicitly saying it and it was more like each class had a main home room teacher than every single class being with different teachers

Nathaniel turn your head more i want to see your miraculous. I think it’s curved? Like it’s a thin and flat silver hair clip but it has a sickle shape that curves around the bunch of hair

Does he have freckles now? Also now we can tell that him having creases under his eyes is just part of what he looks like and not his character model being weird

Zoe what are you doing here you were never even in her class

Sabrina is once again standing directly between Zoe and Max in a group shot. This is maybe the fourth time this season. Incredibly suspicious what is going on here

Yay Mr Montalain looks like he’s in the same art style as everyone else now! And he’s one of the only characters who didn’t have their eyebrows utterly waxed in the redesign. If there’s anything that I have beef with in the redesigns it’s that no one’s allowed to have prominent or interesting eyebrows anymore.

Ondine brown hair animation error?

Even the patriotic People With Blue Eyes cocomelon baby is clapping

The girl with dark skin, a pink pixie cut, and sunglasses on her head is there. She was eating lunch with Adrien, Nino, and Sublime in ep 4 but we don’t know who she is yet

I just noticed Chris is in the crowd, baby why are you an unattended child at the tribute concert for the big kid schoolteacher

The dude in the background who looks like Milo from Atlantis with long curly hair seems like he’ll be one of the new teachers maybe

There’s also a guy who looks like he rides a penny farthing to work, he might also be a new teacher

Aw Ivan’s contact photo for Mylene is her leaning on him

Oh I guess the crime thing maybe is a family business? His grandma? I need the extended Ivan family lore where’s his family tree like those promotional graphics from a while ago

I’d say his dad is a toxic masculinity machismo guy, but him bringing up the grandma (and grandpa) feels like it’s “correcting” for that, like no he’s not patriarchal he was just raised in a hard ass crime family where everyone was like that regardless of gender

That re-contextualizes the Ivan little sister lore :( he probably doesn’t want her to have to deal with the stuff he did and end up like the rest of his family. He might be involved in raising her, too, if his parents are in and out of jail and that might be where his interest in childcare comes from

Off topic, I just finished watching a YouTuber play the game The Roottrees are Dead/Roottreemania which is a mystery puzzle game about piecing together a crazy family tree from nothing and I feel like I’m back in it. “You placed Ivan on the tree and found that Raul is his father. You found the line about his mom’s intelligence, allowing you to place Mrs. Bruel. You collected the clue about Raul being like his dad to fill in Ivan’s grandfather. The line about Ivan’s grandmother setting him straight allows you to add her to the tree. What you may have missed is that in one of the Germany-exclusive trading card game secret lore cards you can find information about Ivan’s younger sister, the last known piece of the tree.”

He looks at his dad like “god you’re pathetic” and then starts running and screaming

Manhole covers are really light in miraculous Paris

Oh so he was keeping the ox miraculous is his pocket. Last episode I thought it was an animation error. Or maybe against school dress code. But he just doesn’t fully accept it

Ivan you were given a free little magical girl animal companion to talk through your problems with and you just gave them away you aren’t utilizing your resources

I’m seeing the pattern here. In Penalteam they all rejected their miraculous for different reasons and now they’re doing it again but expanding on why each of them didn’t want it. Sabrina didn’t think she’d be a good choice because she used to be a bully, and Ivan was afraid of being aggressive because it turns out he doesn’t want to resemble his dad. I’m guessing Marc’s episode will be about overcoming impostor syndrome then, but I’m curious what Nathaniel’s deal is like wtf does “I’m not comfortable being on a team” mean.

Ok his dad being a supervillain is kind of out of nowhere and I do wish there was some sort of foreshadowing that this guy even exists but I gotta say they have been setting this up for a long time. To the point where fans did notice that Ivan probably has issues at home like a violent parent. I feel like the supervillain thing specifically was probably made up later on to make the topic less heavy

TRANSFORMATION the smoke exhale the hammer smash the kicking at the ground slay

My fav part is where he turns his back to the camera and flexes

“I’m not a real singer” lmao why are you the vocalist then what

Rose said star in English is that a thing in French? That the English word for star means rockstar or something because I thought the normal word for star meant that too

THEY 😲👉 THE. ONSCREEN THEY KISSED. After all these years holy moly omg THEY

It sort of pmo when people say “oh so they’re finally canon now” like where have you been. Why do they have to smooch on the lips in front of us for us to know that we already knew that. It’s like every season the show crosses the “oh they’re gay” threshold for more and more people by being more obvious

And when people complain that it was cowardly and not good enough, do you want to see tongue in this children’s cartoon? What more do you want (this is a rhetorical question btw guys don’t be in my replies and also gay marriage has only been legal in the us for ten years and is criminalized in many places let’s be fr). Ok salt over

Anyway they kissed, epic 👉 gay people

Adrien holding phone Luka like how Nathalie used to hold tablet Gabriel. Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes

The song is lowkey quite good what

Maybe the most insane fight sequence in the entire show I might be gagged

I am my fathers daughter

Minotaurox tanking that hit to protect Chat Noir oh if there’s gonna be a “civil war” between him and Ladybug we know whose side Ivan will be taking

From the side profile his hood really does look like an ox’s neck that’s pretty cool

Guys they made Ivan so gorg in the redesign. Character designer 1: ok so I guess Ondine needs normal clothes we could start with that Chatacter designer 2, slamming open the door, gasping out of breath from running up the stairs, a pile of papers flying everywhere: we need to make Ivan cunty

He’s so tuff, equally if not more so than Pegasus I would say which is a pretty high bar

Ladybug’s lucky charm cowboy hat is so unserious girl read the room. this is what happens when the main character is the only bitch on the show with no daddy issues in The Daddy Issues Episode

The visuals in the ep are so artsy. You got Juleka’s chrome neon concert lights vs Ivan’s breaking bad sepia filter western

How did a letter turn into a whip?

They were technically right, Raul didn’t do anything illegal. Yet. What is this new chance program even supposed to do though because I don’t think it’s working

“Your dad was a hero” Adrien: :/

Ah this part :) evil shadow government cult thing. This is how Tomoe’s connected to everything. Are they as an organization The Supreme?

Now that Gabriel’s dead is someone else taking over as The Diamond? They were the second to last one to log off and Nathalie didn’t move so is someone else behind that name now

Maybe Lila… like Kagami said she isn’t special enough to be a diamond so maybe she took that personally and decided to prove her wrong by filling that role ?? ?

Nathalie’s dad is wheat man nooo Marinette’s wheat-based dad is so much better. I wonder if she was raised to be some kind of fucked up secret agent child soldier from a young age and that’s why she has crazy assassin skills. She doesn’t want to be involved in this bs but lacks the courage to face her father. If only she was there to hear about Ivan’s valuable life lesson and how Adrien regrets that he missed the chance to apply it. If only Nathalie still had the chance right ahaha

Gabriel probably wasn’t aware Nathalie was a plant? Or maybe he was and she was more like a conscripted bodyguard idk

The theatre mask icon reminds me of Lila, like obv her metaphorical masks but there have been screenshots circulating about the black and white split mask hanging in her bedroom and how in Climatiqueen, the lighting of the first lightning strike makes Aglae’s face look exactly like that mask. Creepy. Maybe she’s that dude’s daughter and she was also raised to be some spy like Nathalie was.

I’m kinda hoping Lila is being manipulated by the powerful elite adults at some level because that’s more interesting to me than “girlboss teenage girl outsmarts everyone on earth”. Maybe she thinks she’s in charge or on equal terms with the rest of them but they’re using her

I wonder if the Bourgeois are any of these or Bob Roth. I hope they’re mostly new characters. It feels cheap if they’re all established antagonists who aren’t particularly threatening and play silly roles. Tomoe is nothing like that, and also is an industry titan from a totally different country. It seems like these people are the leading elites in certain categories from all around the world. Could this eventually be a setup for more miraculous world specials? Surprise one of these people lives in Rio and one lives in Dakar, see you there.

I’m not analyzing each logo in detail because other people already did it better than I would’ve

Ok that’s enough, maybe see you guys next week for The Ruler or maybe not. I’ll decide if I want to talk about it or not. I committed to post about this one last time because I felt in my balls that it was gonna be fire and it was.

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wtfisgoingonirl · 2 days ago

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Why everything is as bad as JDs outfit

Horrible. Yes, JDs outfit definitely was. I can’t believe a stylist put this very unflattering combination together for him. The shoes, the shirt, the sweater, even the suit didn’t fit properly. At least with that you can prove not every gay man is a style icon. But that wasn’t the worst thing. N and JDs misfortunate red carpet appearance was not well received. Bad move. While it is probably necessary for whatever is going on behind the scenes, it is more than disappointing for the fans. Totally understandable, some unfollowed and others jumped ship. Got fame into Nics head? Sadly she made fans very angry. What abut JD? Appears to opportunistic. As they say, negative press is still press, but come on… Using a polaroid was the worst thing. This boy doesn’t learn from the backlash he already got. Of course it’s his choice to give a FU to us. I didn’t like him before and now I will definitely avoid any show or film he takes a part in. JD now shares the same popularity as A. Congratulations to that! At this point N should remind herself of the words she shared once: mindful and demure. That was only a meme and therefore has no true value. N has build her image as the super nice girls, gays and Lukes gal. Even if she wants to keep her private life private and L has still to fulfill some obligations, this is to much for the fans.

It has gotten ugly. But we’re at fault too. All of us fans, weather it’s us Lukolas, the Jakolas and Figatonis or the Btons. We are always judging every single thing they do. The trolls and haters are merciless. Celebrities are just ppl like you and me, so let’s cut them some slack. N will at least try to make it look beautiful with new photos from Cannes. But I doubt it will help, if L won’t be in the picture.

Stay sturdy! Peace✌🏻

#lukola

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professional-rat-eater · 2 days ago

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Let’s just be super clear. If you ship Daniel and Armand and you genuinely believe it wasn’t a horribly abusive relationship, then you are reading their relationship wrong and you also believe there are circumstances where relationships between kidnapper/abuser and kidnapped/abused can work. Saying it’s just fiction doesn’t make sense because it still doesn’t exist there.

It’s not about the law, or what was common at the time. The relationship is believable. That definitely happened back in the 1970s. It’s not about whether it could have happened, because those relationships still happen in some places. But just because we don't want to use the medical term for the severe damage being done to Daniel’s mind, does not mean it didn’t happen.

There is no context that you could give that would make a relationship between a regular human (a deeply traumatised one) and a grown powerful abuser healthy. It does not exist, even in fiction. Daniel was an actual human and that isn’t how humans work.

Just call it what it is. If that’s gonna be your thing, be honest about what it actually is. If Daniel himself can acknowledge it, then you should be able to as well. It’s impossible to actually discuss these characters if people are just going to lie and purposely misinterpret them. Daniel’s trauma is literally the entire Devil's Minion thing and Armand is all that there's to it. If Armand isn’t an abusive creep, he is simply not Armand.

LMAO! So for anyone seeing this that didn’t see the post that provoked it, this is word-for-word a post I made about Marius and Armand’s relationship but with the names swapped out for Daniel and Armand.

Hey anon, these are not equivalent and I think you know that. Yes, I’m sure there more people like Daniel who were stalked around the globe by ancient vampires in the 1970s. Maybe there’s enough for them to start a support group for each other. And yes, you’re so right that this is exactly the same as real children who are groomed by real adults in the real world. What a fair and reasonable comparison to make that isn’t at all reductive to both DM and the character you’re trying to defend.

I know you probably think this is the call out post of the century but you’ve neglected to consider a pretty significant detail:

Virtually every Devil’s Minion shipper knows they’re toxic, much like Marius fans who understand him can admit to what he is. I know DM are toxic. If I knew Daniel irl, I would be telling him to get the fuck out of there. We all know Armand is evil and manipulative. It’s literally why we like him. I saw how pathetic and fucked up he was and was immediately enchanted by him. You see the difference between that and the specific Marius fans I talk about? We acknowledge exactly what Armand is and enjoy his character for it. We don’t pretend he isn’t a manipulative murderer. That’s (part of) why we like him. Of course that’s not to say there aren’t those who mischaracterise him too, but you responded to me so I can only speak for myself and what I see my mutuals posting about. I love Armand for what he is. All the good parts, all the bad parts, and that is literally all my Marius post was about. Holy shit. It was the singular point I was actually making. You were so close to getting it. I couldn’t give a fuck who your favourite character is, but quit pretending he’s not everything he is because you’re not a fan of him then. You’re a fan of a fanfic version of him.

I think I’ve probably posted at least a dozen times by now about Armand’s trauma shaping him into a monster, but you used DM so let’s go with that. You what’s particularly interesting about them? The many examples of Armand recreating behaviour Marius subjected him to with Daniel. The love bombing, lavishing him with gifts, being incredibly hot and cold with him emotionally, withholding vampirism from him and eventually turning him when he was dying. They’re a deliberate parallel!! Hello!? Terrible example to use!! It’s almost like traumatised people can in certain cases go on to recreate their trauma to try and make sense of it. You can also see this in Armand’s treatment of Claudia. They could’ve bonded over neglect by their makers and being turned young, but Armand decided to take out his trauma on her instead. I love how fucked up he is. Pretty much every Armand fan who gets him is the same. All DM’s existence proves is that Marius actually did deeply damage Armand’s ability to accept love and how he formed relationships, because he’s a fucking predator in multiple senses of the word. Whataboutism literally doesn’t change a thing. Armand could’ve gone after someone underage too and it still wouldn’t change anything about Marius. If anything, it would’ve reinforced it.

But notice how you were forced to acknowledge that Daniel was in fact a grown adult at the time? If he hadn’t been, the ship wouldn’t be nearly as popular.

Most. People. Don’t. Like. Pedophiles. You can’t be this much of a fan of one and be sensitive about it. I’m sorry to be harsh but it’s literally just the truth. Armand fans get enough shit from people who hate him, and it is only going to be worse if you like Marius. I’m not suggesting that’s okay or that I would dream of contributing to it, but it is going to happen more and more after s3 of the show airs. Prepare for that in whatever way is best for you.

You couldn’t even have your username attached to this. If you’re gonna go so hard to defend your favourite pedo, at least have some conviction about it. No one cares who your favourite character is. Well, I’m sure some people do but those people are weirdos and you should learn to ignore them. Love him as much as you want. I’m actually looking forward to seeing him in season 3, even if he is an utter bastard. Just either quit the mischaracterisation or suck it up and get on board with the fact that even in a fictional setting, and even in gothic horror, people do not vibe with pedophiles and they never will.

#keeping this out of the main marius tag #and I’ll be doing that on future posts unless it’s serious analysis #just fyi #iwtv #interview with the vampire #anti marius de romanus #marius de fuckface #the vampire chronicles #anne rice #the vampire armand #daniel molloy #amc iwtv #devils minion #devil's minion #armandaniel

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aryadelvich · 10 hours ago

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one more i beg please “act part 3” jk please dont let this end

I really appreciate your enthusiasm !!! This is the last part I’m writing about “may the act begins”. But if you want something similar, fake dating, enemy to lovers, jealousy… my requests are fully open !!! Don’t be shy to reach me!!!

May the act begins Part 3 - Luigi Mangione x reader

Summary : The roles are reversed, this time it’s Luigi who has to met your family.

"I’ll admit it... I'm kind of scared," Luigi confessed, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

"My mom don’t eat trust me," you joked.

"And what if she doesn’t like me?"

"Luigi, you’re smart, polite, kind... and insanely sexy. She’s going to love you," you said, smirking.

He looked down, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

"I’ll do my best to make a good impression, but it's going to be hard to top what you did with my family," he mumbled.

"Don't worry," you said, tapping his knee, "I'm here to protect you."

"It’s supposed to be the other way around..." he grumbled.

You laughed. He was so adorably flustered, it was hard not to find it endearing.

"Relax, we’ll visit a bit. I'll show you some cool spots."

"I've never met a girl's parents before," he admitted, looking genuinely nervous.

"And your ex’s parents?"

"Different. They were family friends. I knew them before I knew her."

"Just be yourself. They’ll love you," you said confidently.

Finally, you pulled up to your house. You took a quick breath, trying to prepare for the chaos inside. The second you stepped through the door, your two little brothers tackled you like linebackers.

"Heyyy! I missed you guys!" you laughed, hugging them tightly.

"What did you bring us?" one of them asked immediately.

"Still trying to hustle me, huh?" you teased, ruffling his hair.

Meanwhile, Luigi lingered behind you, trying to blend into the furniture — but with that permanent goofy smile he wore whenever he was near you, he wasn’t exactly invisible.

"Hey, who's that guy?!" your other brother barked, pointing accusingly at Luigi.

"Uh..." Luigi stammered, frozen.

"Hey! Manners!" you snapped. "He's my friend."

"Your friend?" they repeated, in perfect, suspicious harmony. "Ooooooh, Y/n's got a BOYfriend!"

"No! He's just a friend!" you protested.

"Sure," they said, nodding in sync like tiny mafia bosses. "We believe you."

Before you could strangle them, your mom walked in. She smiled — until she spotted Luigi. Then the smile vanished like a magician’s trick.

"Mama! I missed you so much!" you said, throwing yourself into her arms.

She hugged you back, but her eyes were locked on Luigi like she was trying to figure out whether to cook him for dinner or let him live.

"And who's that?" she asked, direct as ever.

"Uh... a friend," you said, voice an octave too high.

Luigi straightened up like he was being drafted into the army.

"I’m Luigi," he said, giving his best smile. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I've heard wonderful things about you."

He even added your last name at the end, like a polite little soldier.

"Oh, please," she said, waving a hand. "Call me Abi. 'Ma’am' is for the dead one."

Luigi’s eyebrows shot up, clearly not expecting this.

"I didn’t know my daughter had male friends," she added bluntly. "It’s... unusual."

You cleared your throat. "Luigi, you can drop your stuff here. Come on, I'll show you around."

He followed you gratefully, throwing your mom a polite (and slightly terrified) smile.

You gave him the grand tour — living room, kitchen, hallway — and ended at your bedroom.

"It's not huge... You must feel claustrophobic already," you said.

He looked around. "No, no. It's... cozy," he said honestly.

He wandered over to your battered desk and started examining your worn-out books.

"Big fan of English lit, huh?"

"Yeah. Bargain bin specials. And the city library’s 'take it or it’s trash' sale."

He scanned the titles like he was searching for hidden treasure.

"Hey, I haven’t read this one," he said, pulling out an old classic.

"Oh really? It's a must-read. You can have it."

"For real?"

"Yeah."

He smiled wider, cradling the book.

"So... this is your room," he said, glancing around with a mischievous glint.

"Luigi..." you warned.

"I’m just saying," he teased, "it’s cool seeing where you grew up."

Before you could respond, your mother yelled from the kitchen:

"Dinner!"

You both hurried to the kitchen. Everything was already set up.

"Y/n, go grab another chair for your friend”your mom said pointedly. "Sorry, Luigi, we didn’t know you were coming."

"It’s no problem, really," Luigi said, all polite again. "You’ve already made me feel so welcome. Your hospitality is priceless."

"Why does he use such complicated words?" one of your brothers asked, frowning.

You dropped the chair behind Luigi, and he only sat down once you did.

"They’re not complicated words," you said, rolling your eyes. "They're just words. Don’t make us sound like a bunch of uncultured people."

"What does 'uncultured' mean?" your brother asked again.

You groaned, resting your forehead against your palm.

Luigi chuckled quietly, clearly enjoying the chaos.

"Shut up and eat," your mother ordered before anyone else could speak.

Dinner went surprisingly well. Everyone relaxed. You talked about everything — your late father, your weird stepdad, your childhood disasters, your little brothers' antics, college life... everything.

Then, halfway through dessert, your mom casually dropped a grenade in the conversation:

"So," she said, loud enough for everyone to go quiet, "Luigi... you came all the way from wherever you live... for what exactly?"

Luigi froze like a deer caught in headlights.

You kicked his shin under the table.

"Ouch!" he yelped.

You gave him the death stare.

Clearing his throat, he sat up straight and, in his most serious tone, said:

"Madam... I'll be honest with you. I'm dating your daughter, and I'd like to have your blessing."

"So," she said, staring him down, "you’re telling me... you want to date my daughter?"

Luigi swallowed so loudly even your brothers heard it.

"Yes, ma’am—Abi—I mean, yes, Abi," he stammered.

"And why would my daughter want to date you?"

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Because… because I really like her. She’s smart, funny, beautiful... she makes me want to be a better man."

Your little brothers gagged dramatically.

"BOOOOORING," one of them said, stuffing more food into his mouth.

Your mom didn’t even blink.

"And what are your intentions?" she asked, narrowing her eyes like a mob boss.

"My intentions?" Luigi repeated, panicking.

"He’s scared," your brother whispered to the other one, way too loud.

"My intentions are... honorable," Luigi said finally.

"Honorable?" your mom repeated, raising an eyebrow so high it almost flew off her face. "What is this, the 1800s?"

You bit your lip so hard trying not to laugh that you tasted blood.

"I just... I just really care about her," Luigi said, his voice cracking slightly.

Your mom stared him down for what felt like an eternity.

Then —and you almost didn’t believe it — she smiled.

"Good," she said, reaching for the bread basket like they hadn't just put Luigi through a full CIA interrogation. "But be careful about your actions, I’m watching you.”

Luigi nodded so fast.

You tried to hold it together, but the sight of Luigi sitting ramrod straight, clutching a piece of bread like it was a holy artifact, was too much. You snorted into your drink.

The rest of dinner went smoothemostly because your mom spent the next hour embarrassing you in front of Luigi with childhood stories.

"Did I ever tell you-“

"MOOOOM!"

She finished telling the story and Luigi almost fell out of his chair laughing.

By the end of the night, he had gained full approval from your family — even your brothers, who decided he was "cool" only after he beat them in Mario Kart.

When it was finally time for him to leave, your mom patted his shoulder like a proud mom.

"You did good, Luigi. You survived."

He gave her a bashful grin, then turned to you.

"I think I aged twenty years tonight," he whispered.

"Yeah, but you earned like, five family points," you whispered back.

"Still not sure it was worth it," he teased.

"Oh, it was," you said with a wicked grin. "You should see what they did to my ex."

His face paled immediately.

"Ex?"

You winked.

"Just kidding."

After dinner, your mom insisted Luigi stay the night because it was too late. Of course, that meant the couch was his.

"You sure you'll be okay here?" you asked, pointing at the tiny, lumpy couch.

"I've slept in worse places," he grinned, trying to act tough, but the way he tested the springs with his hand said otherwise.

Your little brothers were still shooting him suspicious looks, but they eventually gave up when your mom sent everyone to bed.

"Goodnight, Luigi!" your mom called, turning off the lights. "Try not to break anything."

"Goodnight, ma'am," he answered, adjusting the thin blanket you gave him. As the house fell into silence, Luigi lay there, staring at the ceiling.

Sleep? Impossible.

Not with you just down the hallway, curled up in that cozy little pajamas of yours. He shifted. Then he shifted again. The couch springs squeaked dramatically every time.

Finally—when he was sure everyone was asleep—Luigi threw the blanket off, tiptoed through the dark living room like a thief, and crept down the hall.

He opened your door carefully, praying it wouldn’t squeak. You stirred in bed but didn’t wake up completely. Luigi slipped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

"Luigi?" you whispered, half-asleep.

"Shh," he whispered back, grinning. "You don't want to wake your family out there."

You lifted your blanket, inviting him in without hesitation. He slid into your bed—a tight fit for two people. His body was warm from the couch ordeal, and he smelled faintly like your shampoo (probably from the pillow you had thrown at him earlier).

"You’re crazy," you whispered, trying not to laugh.

"You think I was gonna spend the night without you?" he said, pulling you closer under the covers.

The bed creaked dangerously. You both froze. You covered your mouth to stop a laugh. Luigi’s face was close, his breath brushing your cheek.

"I swear to God," he murmured, "if this bed gives us away, I’m blaming you."

"You’re the heavy one," you teased, poking his chest.

"Wow. Body-shamed by my girlfriend," he muttered dramatically.

You giggled against his mouth, and before either of you could think twice, he kissed you. Soft at first. Careful. Testing. Then deeper, hungrier. You tangled your fingers in his hair, and he ran a hand slowly along your thigh, under your oversized sleep shirt.

It was sweet and desperate all at once, both of you trying to be silent—to keep the bed from betraying you—while the tension built up, heavy and electric.

Luigi broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against your lips, "You better keep that pretty mouth shut, bella."

Your cheeks flamed, but you nodded, biting your bottom lip. His hand slid higher. You both moved slowly, carefully, trying not to make a single sound, the bed squeaking just a little whenever either of you shifted. Every small noise made you both freeze, wide-eyed like guilty teenagers.

“I’m an adult why am I so scared ?”he asked, terrified by making any noise.

“The mother effect.” You responded, chuckling.

It was maddening—the need to laugh, the need to stay quiet, the sheer heat between you.

He kissed down your neck, his touches light but urgent. You fought to keep your breathing steady, but he made it impossible.

“Oh my god Luigi..”

“Shhh I know baby but keep quiet.”

He gently gets on top of you, paying attention to every movement he makes, not wanting to make any noise. But the bed creaks too much, so you get down on the floor.

"No risk here," Luigi assures you.

He penetrates you, a grunt that he tries to hold back as best he can emerges from his mouth. When a slightly too loud moan comes from your mouth, he places his hand on your lips.

"You give me no choice, you don't obey."

What he doesn't know is that in this position it's even worse, the excitement is at its peak.

His hand stays pressed against your lips, firm but not harsh, his touch both commanding and careful. His other hand finds your hip, steadying you as he moves deeper, slower now, savoring every second. The floor beneath you is cold against your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat building between your bodies.

Luigi leans in, his breath hot against your ear.

"You'll have to be quiet for me," he whispers, voice low and rough with desire. "Think you can do that?"

You nod, though the effort it takes to hold back another moan is almost unbearable. Every slow, deliberate thrust seems designed to test your limits, your body trembling under his control. He chuckles softly, a sound that rumbles through his chest.

"Good," he murmurs, kissing the side of your neck where your pulse races. "Just like that... be good for me."

The forbidden thrill of being caught lingers in the air, making every touch, every movement feel electric. Luigi’s pace quickens just slightly, each push and pull drawing you closer to the edge, the tension between you wound tight, ready to snap.

When it was finally over, Luigi collapsed next to you, both of you breathing hard but silently, staring at the ceiling in the darkness.

"Well," he whispered, "if your mom didn’t hate me before, she definitely will when she finds me in here tomorrow."

You snorted, trying to muffle your laugh into his chest.

"Maybe I’ll tell her you were scared of sleeping alone," you whispered back.

"Or we blame the little brothers. Easy targets," he said.

You got back to the bed. You cuddled closer, grinning, as he wrapped his arms around you protectively.

And just like that, you both drifted off to sleep.

You blink your eyes open, sunlight spilling through your curtains. It takes a few seconds for everything to click into place. You bolt upright, accidentally waking Luigi in the process. He groans sleepily and tightens his arm around your hips, as if asking you to stay just a little longer.

"Luigi, we overslept!" you whisper urgently.

It takes him a moment to process, but when he does, he jolts up too. He scrambles to pull his clothes on and sneaks back toward the living room. Peeking around the corner, he’s relieved to see the house still quiet — no one’s up yet. He quickly collapses onto the couch, pretending he’s been there all along.

One by one, the rest of the house wakes up. You and Luigi play it cool, greeting each other like nothing happened.

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah, really really good," Luigi says, winking at you, smiling easily

No one seems suspicious. You exchange small, knowing glances across the room, like two partners in crime.

But just when you think you’re in the clear, your brother squints at you from across the table.

"Why are you wearing the t-shirt Luigi had on yesterday?"

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strange-anni · 2 days ago

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What Jonathan truly wants and needs

... and how his heart-to-heart with Argyle in the desert reveals why his relationship with Nancy is doomed

Part 1: Jonathan wants to feel loved and wanted

When Nancy talks to Robin in the woods she reveals how it was Jonathan who was supposed to visit her in Hawkins for the break. Yet he backed out for some vague mumbly Jonathan reason. This means he canceled the plans and but he still tells Argyle that there was part of him that expected Nancy to be on that plane and come to him to California.

That doesn't make much sense, does it? If he gives of the signals of not wanting to be approached why would he want her to come to him anyway?

It's because Jonathan is waiting for some kind of proof that Nancy still loves him and cares about his needs. That is why he expected her to be on that plane. To show him that despite what he said this relationship means something to her. That she is willing to go the extra mile to be with him. (Note: This does not come out of nowhere as the early scenes in S3 clearly show us how ready Jonathan was to follow her but not the other way around)

But clearly that did not happen.

Yet at the same time Jonathan was also relieved that she wasn't there. It's because that also means he doesn't have to confront his lie about his college application letter just yet as he doesn't want her to lose sight of her goals in life in order to be with him.

Here is the real kicker though: Nancy did not fulfill his expectation as she didn't visit him for spring break, so who is to say she will fulfill his expectation and offer to be with him in California?

While it is true that Jonathan doesn't want to tie her down and lose sight of her goals in life, he still wants her to consider it and to offer it to him which he would then vehemently decline and try to convince her to go to college on her own which she would do but this also would not solve his problem as then they still won't be able to be together.

So he's relieved that Nancy is not there, is relieved that he doesn't have to confront his lie about the letter just yet and it's also the reason why he is still lying about it at the end in S4 because as long as Nancy doesn't know the truth and outright declines Jonathan can still delude himself into thinking that she would.

Part 2: The nuclear family

So what gets me here is how Jonathans mind works. If we were to assume for one second that Nancy would indeed compromise and go to California to be with him (She would not but that's besides the point) Jonathans mind knows only one outcome for this scenario: getting married -> having kids (PLURAL) -> resent each other -> divorce -> kids hate him and everyone is miserable.

And while I get his fears and where he comes from this is by no means the only outcome this could have. Who is to say that they would marry? Why would they have children at all? Birth control exists and is readily available and to get married is also not like getting the flu or something. It's a decision they need to make and if they truly do not want to to then they don't have to do it.

Imho if Nancy were to come to him she'd most likely find another college to attend and focus on that. Maybe she won't even live with him in Lenora but in a bigger city in California. She'd just not be that far away as if she were in Boston and they would then proceed to see each other on the weekends.

But Jonathan doesn't even consider any of this. His mind goes straight to marriage and kids which in turn makes me question one thing:

What is he really afraid of?

Starting a nuclear family?

Or ending a nuclear family?

That'd be quite a surprising turn of events, wouldn't it? Cause I think it's the latter.

According to Jonathan his parents must have loved each other at one point and I believe this is what drives him into despair. It's love and he needs that love in his life. In his imagination love is always at the beginning of it and then everything just falls apart. He wants to get married and have kids but he has no idea at all how this won't turn out badly.

Compare all of this with Nancy who has no thoughts like that at all. Why? Because she doesn't worry about it. It's just not a part of her future plans and that's it.

Part 3: Compatibility and loving each other for who they truly are

Both of their visions of each other are pretty accurate. That's who they are and that's also why they love each other. It's 100% true and I do believe them.

It's also exactly what's driving them apart and the reason they should find the courage to end their romantic relationship while they still care about each other.

Nancy can't be in the environment Jonathan envisions without hating and resenting him in the end just as Jonathan can't go to college with Nancy because no matter what in the end her job would always come first.

Plus there is the matter of Will and Joyce too. He is neither willing nor ready to leave them to chase Nancys dream just as Nancy would never be ready to leave her dream behind just to be with Jonathan.

So in order to continue loving each other for who they really are Nancy and Jonathan must stop loving each other romantically and start loving each other platonically. It's an imperative.

#stranger things #jonathan byers #anti jancy #platonic jancy #stonathan #<- target audience #nancy wheeler #if you get why steve is in this post you deserve a cookie #everything in here is also not a matter of who is wrong or right #just so you know #my meta

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Hi! I saw the post of how to write a father daughter crumbling relationship, and I wanted to ask how you write a father daughter relationship that’s already broken? the way i’m going with my story is she ran away at one point and he’s evil. She ends up seeing him again years later, has to go against him, and even fight him at some point to take him down. They’ll probably never fix the relationship ever, but I still want to have little pieces where there’s that ping of like “that’s my father”yk? I might also add a plot that he now has another daughter too, I hope this is not confusing, but do you think you could help with some tips? :)

Hi, thanks for asking! Here are some tips and ideas.

1. Start with echoes instead of flashbacks.

You don't need to info-dump their entire backstory right at the start. Try using emotional echoes instead—like small memories, half-formed thoughts, or sensory triggers. A particular smell or sight could remind her of her father, especially if it's from what she remembers he was like before their relationship broke or how she wishes it could be. This creates emotional disruption and can help the reader feel the dissonance between who he was and who he became without having to include pages of detailed reminiscing.

2. Focus on what's missing.

Because the relationship is already shattered, a lot of the emotional weight will come from absence. She's not necessarily mourning what happened, but what never did, like a birthday he didn't show up for, the safety she should've felt, things she wishes she had but was never given.

3. Resenting the pieces that still care

Rather than complete hatred, have your protagonist hate that she still feels something. Add in the odd confusing flicker of warmth, nostalgia, or longing that'll make her seem more real instead of just hardened or revenge-focused.

Ex: Noticing a trait she shares with him, flinching at the way he says her name, etc.

4. Mirrored behaviour

You can have her catch herself doing something he does, no matter how subtle (tilting her head the same way when thinking, using a fighting tactic he always did), and it sickens her. This can add inner conflict, especially when she starts questioning 'what else did I inherit?'—maybe she'll think that no matter how much she ran, some part of him is in her.

5. Make the father human.

Villainous as he is, he still is human; he should be terrifying because he's believable. He might believe what he did was necessary, show that he cares in twisted ways, or mourn losing her while refusing to admit that he was wrong. This contradiction can add depth—and as twisted and cruel as he may be, remembering the tiny things like a lullaby or a joke he used to say may haunt her. Though they don't nearly redeem him, they can be the reasons it hurts to fight him.

6. 2nd daughter

I love that you added a second daughter—it can give rise to more emotions and further development. Your protagonist might feel jealous, protective, disgusted. Maybe the new daughter thinks he's a great father (if he learnt from his mistakes?); or maybe he's worse than ever.

This new dynamic can go to show who he is now and force your protagonist to question things. She might be a mirror or a threat: if he's softer with her, maybe your protagonist is furious but also jealous, then ashamed of that jealousy; but if he's using her, too, she might want to save this sister—not necessarily out of love, but out of revenge ('I won't let him ruin her like he did me').

7. Confrontation

When she finally faces him, make it more than just a boss fight. There are going to be emotional grenades from their broken bond, even as they fight (a flicker of hesitation, a glance, a choice not to kill when they could have).

8. Ending

You don't need to end with reconciliation—just recognition. Not all wounds heal, and that's okay. Let the narrative acknowledge the connection without having to fully repair it. Sometimes redemption arcs aren't necessary for the story to have a good ending.

Hope this helped!

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unfinishedslurs · 2 days ago

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a lying problem? that can't be right. i don't have a problem with lying at all.

“Oh, I don’t swear,” was out of Tim’s mouth before he consciously thought about it.

Jason snorted. “Seriously?”

No, but if Jason believes it he might as well commit. It’s just one lie, what’s the worst that could happen? “I prefer to express myself in other ways.”

“Yeah, sure. Gonna tell me ‘ain’t ain’t a word,’ too?”

“Actually ain’t is a word, according to linguistics and some dictionaries. Teachers at Gotham Academy just have no respect for the rich history of slang and English dialects—“

“Christ, would you shut up? I get it, you’re a good boy who’s never cussed in his life. Can we get this over with?”

“How has he not heard you cuss?” Steph asks later, taking a bite of her mug cake. “Did he not hear you that one time you stubbed your toe in the cave showers? I’m pretty sure Cass could hear you shout the f-word from Hong Kong. You scared the bats off. I didn't even know it was possible to scare them off at this point.”

“‘The f-word,’” he mocks. “What are we, nine?”

“Well according to you, swearing offends your delicate sensibilities.”

“It’s not like I’m lying about anything important.” He rolls his eyes. “Besides, Jason already thinks I’m a goody-two-shoes. Why not have fun with it?”

“Uh, because this could end with you getting shot? Guy’s always been on a hair trigger when it comes to you.”

“He’s not going to shoot me for telling him I don’t swear.”

“What if he finds out on a bad day?”

“I’ll dodge.”

She throws her spoon at him. “Ugh, whatever. Sorry for caring.”

He catches the spoon easily, and steals a bite out of her mug. “I’ll be fine,” he mumbles through her protests and a mouthful of chocolatey dessert. “Seriously, he’s not going to shoot me for this. Besides, how would he even find out with you backing me?”

“Oh, I’ll back you alright,” she says, yanking the spoon out of his hand as he goes in for another bite. “I want to be able to say ‘I told you so,’ when this backfires spectacularly.”

“It’s not going to backfire. It’s one lie, and it’s not like I make a habit of it.”

“Did you just say that to me? I know you didn’t just say that to me.”

“I meant swearing.”

She bops him on the nose with her spoon, and he retaliates by sticking his fingers in her mug to scoop out some cake and shove it in his mouth.

He nearly gets thrown out the window of his own apartment. Worth it.

“I’m saving myself for marriage.”

“Aren’t you an atheist?”

“I believe in STD’s.” Granted, vigilantism is a bigger risk of transmission than sex will ever be, but there are strict protocols in place when it comes to blood and other bodily fluids. Contact should be minimized, gloves should be on at all times, and if exposure can’t be avoided completely, clean the area thoroughly and return to the cave as soon as possible for risk minimization and testing. Wayne Enterprises is also one of the leading companies working on a cure for HIV and AIDs.

Between all of this Jason really shouldn’t believe a damn word that comes out of his mouth, but Jason has also always had a lot of preconceived notions on who Tim is as a person. If that leaves a huge, gaping blind spot where his lie detector should be, who is Tim to complain?

“How am I supposed to know? I’ve never embezzled anything.”

“No, I’ve never drank. I’m nineteen.”

“I haven’t tried weed either, Hood.”

“I’m not the biggest fan of wearing dresses.”

“I can’t lie to Batman.”

“I’ll have you know all my space missions were Bat-approved.”

“I actually kind of love press conferences.”

“I graduated high school with a 4.1 GPA.”

“I’m not a stalker.”

Okay, he might have a problem.

Part of Tim despaired that it was so easy. Someone raised by Batman and trained by the League of Assassins should not be this easy to lie to. Then again, Tim has lied to both Batman and Ra’s al Ghul with varying degrees of success, so maybe it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise. Still, those lies had effort put into them. He was almost insulted by how easily Jason had accepted everything he’d said so far, even if certain preconceived notions were doing the heavy lifting for him.

The other, bigger part of Tim was having a blast.

When he turns around Cass is watching him, clearly repressing a smile. “Having fun?”

“So much fun,” he tells her, returning the hug she gives him enthusiastically. “Steph tell you what I was doing?”

“She thinks you’re going to get shot.”

“What do you think?”

“She’s probably right.”

“Worth it.” He stretches, letting his spine crack. “Feel like helping me out?”

She laughs in his face. “No. Call me when you need first aid.”

“He’s not actually going to shoot me.”

“You’re not nearly as confident about that as you say you are.”

“At least it would be funny.”

“I don’t think you getting shot is funny.”

“Not even about this?”

“Maybe a little funny, if you dodge,” she admits, and then tugs on his hair until he leans down enough for her to smack a kiss on his forehead. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”

“I can’t believe the guy you picked after me is such a goddamn square,” Jason complains. “He’s never even embezzled anything? Seriously? That’s like, vigilante 101. He doesn’t steal, he doesn’t swear, he graduated with a fucking 4.1 because if he takes that stick out of his ass for one second-“

Jason’s well and fully into his tangent now, barely even talking to Bruce anymore as he paces back and forth. Bruce frowns and opens his mouth, before shutting it as he catches Tim frantically waving his arms behind Jason. He raises an eyebrow, and Tim points to the phone in his hand. Bruce takes his out and checks it.

Go with it.

Bruce levels him with an unimpressed look.

Remember my 16th bday?

He sighs heavily. “Sorry, Lucius is having trouble with some of the latest bat tech designs,” he tells Jason, who has realized that Bruce is ignoring him and is looking twitchier every moment his complaints go unacknowledged. “As for Tim, I don’t know what to tell you, chum. He has…very strong convictions.”

It’s basic psychology, really.

Boiling frog theory. Put a frog in boiling water, and it jumps right out. But if you raise the temperature slowly enough, the frog won’t notice and will let itself boil alive. Real frogs will still jump out of the pot, because unlike Tim they have self preservation instincts, but human minds aren’t quite so quick to pick up on it.

Tim vaguely wonders who the frog in this scenario is. Jason, who seemingly hadn’t noticed when the line crossed from “dubiously plausible,” to “absolutely unbelievable for anyone who has spent more than five minutes at a time with him,” or Tim, who has slowly escalated his lies in a way that is definitely going to get him shot at some point when Jason finds out.

And it is when Jason finds out. Tim needs a three page spreadsheet to keep track of all the shit he’s sold him. He might be able to keep it up, if he tells everyone he’s ever met what he’s doing, convinces them to stay on his side of it, and erases all past, present, and future footage of himself, but that’s a little too much effort for a gig that’s starting to get old.

“You got B in on it too?”

“I told him if he backed me up I wouldn’t bill him for the extensive therapy bills I’m wracking up because of him.”

“You go to therapy?”

It’s out of his mouth before he even thinks about it. “Yeah, every second Wednesday.”

Jason blinks at him, and then squeezes the bridge of his nose. “Was that a lie?”

“…maybe,” Tim says sheepishly.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What else have you been lying about?”

“It might be easier to just send you the spreadsheet.”

“The— Replacement.” Jason’s voice has gone flat, and he’s glaring at him, fury so powerful his hand is almost shaking where he’s holding Tim up by the collar.

“Yeah?” Tim asks nonchalantly, as if he’s not dangling from said collar to the point where the toes of his sneakers barely brush the floor.

“You’ve got five seconds to run before I shoot you.”

He’s ready for it, and when Jason drops him he’s already pushing away, dropping and rolling when two bullets whiz past him right on the five second mark. Both wide, because as much as he hates to admit it Jason’s gone soft.

“Go to hell, Pretender!” Jason hollers behind him.

Tim cackles, pausing just one moment to raise both middle fingers and shout, “Fuck you too!” before disappearing into the rafters.

#batfam fanfic #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #for the record i know tim was a DARE kid but by the time he's 19 i think that guy could use a lil smoke tbh. let him have one nice thing #(and panic attack. rip 🙏)#also on the bloodborne illnesses thing- ik the answer is it's comic books but genuinely these guys are exposed to so much blood #esp when they have open wounds. how do they keep from getting sti's #all vigilantes are on PrEP for various reasons #also i do NOT think jason is stupid i'm aware he's incredibly smart this is all in good fun #but the idea of tim taking advantage of the person jason has built him up in his head to be is very funny to me

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So late to the party and have no keys or seals or cards.

So what's the deal with Asmo being like, the disliked demon in the Hell verse? I don't meant fan community btw. But just no devil seems to liek Asmo? If it's because he's lustful and stuff that's kinda hilarious considering how everyone including MC is grossly freaky af already. I'm just confused of the logic. Y'all are all horny already but clutching your pearls when Asmo shows up? really?

Hey anon! I'm happy to shed some light on that. This is talked about in his selfie card, so I'm putting the explanation under the cut for spoiler purposes

The main reason that no devil enjoys the company of Asmodeus is because while yes, Hell is kink central, anything goes, nothing is taboo and you can be as sexually depraved as you want...there's something unnatural and frightening about being around Asmo as a lower devil.

They literally cannot recall their sessions with him, their minds going blank, and feeling mostly displaced and beside themselves. Once an older devil explained that his experience was one moment he was telling him off and the next minute he's naked and having lost all sense of time and place. He even hates having to bring it up. Asmodeus makes everyone his plaything, and that's his problem in Hell. No one wants to indulge in that or run into him or nab his attention.

The only ones who crave his attention and affections are the Abaddon citizens which is no brainer because they're locked up in that country for a reason. They are quite literally the only ones who can handle their majaesty's powers.

The angels don't even want to fuck around and find out often avoiding him and finding ways to keep him out of range by any means. Asmodeus never seems that bothered about it, though he does have a tiny tantrum when he's horny and frustrated like he HAS to get off once riled up. The Kings seem to be unaffected by his powers of persuasion/temptation. (mostly annoyed and disgusted by him, especially Lucifer lol) It seems the only King who isn't bothered being around Asmodeus is Belphie. In part 1 of the recent event he's comfortable letting Asmo carry him. Also in Ronove and Dantalian's event, it's mentioned that Belphie was around Ronove helping with a battle at some point. These two instances lead me to believe that Belphie is just comfortable around Asmo because he simply just doesn't give that much of a damn. It also seems like during the interaction in the recent event, Asmo isn't hitting actively on Belphie but he's still excited to have him on his back.

Now this isn't to say that Asmo does this ALL the time. Clearly he has self control and can get himself off on his own. But, he'd very much rather experience this with another or an entire group. I mean he did have a wife and many children. Dude's just got a bad rep unforunately.

#whb asmodeus #whb spoilers #whb lore #jwhbasks❓

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ecargmura · 3 days ago

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Wind Breaker Episode 17 Review - Visiting The Sick

After all the action, this is mainly a respite episode. I’ve seen some comments on forums that state that this is a ‘bad’ episode because of the lack of action. Um, excuse me? Wind Breaker is more than just the action. It’s a very character-driven story as Sakura learns how to heal from his emotional scars and develop into the leader he will become one day.

Sakura unusually develops a cold, subverting the saying that ‘idiots don’t develop colds’. He may not be super intelligent, but he’s still human enough to get sick. Perhaps, all the emotional turmoil he’s been having had been causing his body to break down. His living situation is revealed and it’s revealed that he lives alone despite only being 15 years old and his apartment is extremely worn down and ragged. With no adults in sight, it only makes one wonder how he came to Makochi and who’s providing his apartment bills.

Sakura is also very inexperienced with the whole friendship thing due to his past; he also never had someone to rely on as he doesn’t know how to cook or use a smart phone, as mentioned by Kotoha, Suo and Nirei. He was someone who believed having friends and caring for others was a sign of weakness, but it was thanks to Suo, Nirei and Kotoha that he fully learns that depending on others is a good thing.

I really liked the private conversation Suo and Nirei had after leaving Sakura’s house. Suo knows that it will take time for Sakura to fully adjust to having people around him because he’s not used to him. Like what Suo said, Sakura being alone in a city where no one knows him is him being stuck on a deserted island and is equipped with a tool he doesn’t know how to use. Man, the metaphors for this story are immaculate…

Kotoha is still her blunt self in that she flat out says to Sakura’s face to man up and accept the love his friends are giving him. With how she tells him that since he can’t make the egg congee, he needs someone to make it for him and asking for help is okay. Kotoha is really an underrated character. She pulls no punches when it comes to brutal honesty, but also knows how to give wisdom. I’d like to learn her story of how she became so mature. All we know is that she’s an orphan like Umemiya and they were raised in the same shelter.

I do like that he goes to Kaji for advice. Let’s think of Sakura’s development as a long train ride. Small stops that the train takes is Sakura’s time for him to get off the train and take in the scenery. Each arc he’s in is like a town or a village that he stumbles upon and when the arc is done, he goes back onto the train to reach his ultimate destination However, he has two major cities to reach before he gets to his overall location. The first is the Kaji city. I consider Kaji to be Sakura with development. Let’s say that if Sakura were a Pokemon, he needs to evolve into Kaji before evolving into Umemiya. I think going to Kaji was the best choice because he’s been in Sakura’s shoes and is also still growing alongside him. I do like his metaphor of the coffee and the green tea. What Kaji was going for with that metaphor is that even if the label, or what’s on the outside changes, what’s inside doesn’t. It means that even if Sakura looks unusual, what’s inside matters most and his class understands that. Kaji wants him to understand that the best.

Okay, the highlight of the episode is definitely Kaji punching Umemiya square in the face out of embarrassment. They made it much more hilarious than in the manga. Like, I don’t know if replaying it three times and showing it from three different angles was necessary but it was a welcomed addition. My favorite part was Hiiragi’s expression when Umemiya got punched. The apathetic look was the selling point. He’s been through so much shit thanks to Umemiya, so he’s not even fazed at all.

All in all, Sakura’s journey to becoming the top is to take in the friends he made along the way. This episode was a respite from all the action, but it was a good one as it gave an introspection to Sakura’s character and how he still has a long way to go before his reaches his end goal. As a manga reader, I can say that there won’t be action for a few episodes but I do like that this type of story has slower, wholesome moments to show that it’s not an action slop story. Let me know your thoughts on this episode!

#wind breaker season 2 #wind breaker #Haruka sakura #Akihiko nirei #Hayato suo #kotoha tachibana #ren kaji #Hajime umemiya #toma hiragi #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

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Episode I dunno, like 60? Is anyone keeping track? OMG it's 52. This is part 52.

Remember how I was like "I'll be able to get the next episode up real soon!" Well...

...you can probably guess what happened...

But we're back again! Last post I mentioned that this season it felt like Yami spent his time finding his lost memories of his father and his friends, but I feel like Yami never found himself in all of this.

But, he did make a new boobie card!

And there he goes, goodbye Zorc, I hardly knew you. Like literally. This was a very short arc (despite how long it took me to write these recaps)

The sun comes out to welcome another scorching day in the desert, and all of our starry eyed friends wonder at this new guy, Atem.

JK, he’s still Yami, thus confirming my whole spiel from earlier about if this new name is even important past that one single plot point with the necklace. It's really not.

It’s the end of the show, the bad guy is dead…maybe it’s just me expecting the show to follow the same formula as any other adventure show when the love interests are reunited but hot damn

Tea is the one who gave him the airport cartouche to save his ass, she's supposed to have been ... dating? ... him the past 5 seasons. Does Tea EVER get sidelined in this show, hahaha!

Please admire the shape on this jacket on Seto. Caught this in a beautiful animation tween.

Ah, and now the second dead as hell elephant in the room 🐘🐘, it is time to put Yami away.

Forever.

That’s right. We’re going to cure Yugi in the show that is all symbolically about living with an uncurable mental illness. We’re going to stuff this brand new friend directly back in his tomb in a show that is all about making new friends. We’re going to treat Yami like the crutch I have said he was for the last 5 seasons, but only in the last half of the last arc of the show.

Yugi is going to grow up, be a man, and uh…kill his best friend to do it, I guess. Neat.

And I’m sure the show was like “no, this isn’t death” but what is death in my counter? That’s right, soul disconnected from body, that is death. Welcome to the death pile, Yami, you’ve been here before and now you get to be here again!

And like don’t get me wrong, I’ve been wanting this guy out of this boy’s bean since day one, it’s a very unhealthy thing they got going, but the whiplash of how quickly we all decide “Yep, lets do it,” is very, very funny.

We also address the third elephant 🐘🐘🐘, which is how the hell Seto got to fake Egypt and what the hell is he still doing here?

And thus we end the Kaiba arc of this season. He started a man who did not believe in magic, and ended a man that might believe in magic sometimes. Cool. Most of the Seto development was by the Seto in the hat, not gonna lie. Seto was mostly here for eye candy, and that’s OK. That’s Joey’s job most of the time, after all, so it was time Seto did some of the heavy lifting.

Egypt picks up the rubble, as I’m sure they have to do quite a lot in this era, when Yami decides to hint to Hat Seto that Seto’s whole coup was a huge waste of time because Yami was going to give him the kingdom anyway.

Oh, PS, I have no idea how his court is all alive again, Don’t worry about it, they weren’t alive in the first place. Everyone here is a dead guy de facto anyway.

Especially Yami.

I assume that Hat Seto gets given the necklace by Yami because in the original storyline, he would have gotten the necklace after Yami died.

Although, I guess that necklace would have been in pieces and in a spooky ass box. Or maybe Seto was the one who made the spooky ass box and then shoved it in a cursed tomb with a sign that says "you will die if you open this tomb and this spooky ass box" That Mr Muto completely ignored.

No idea, but I never really think about how past Seto technically was a millennium necklace owner at one point, after Yami had died. Although it was like...out of batteries at the time and sleeping.

And then they conveniently peace the hell out of Dodge.

Lets not get me wrong, half of my lack of attachment has to do with never ending long covid and chronic fatigue and stress messing with my brainballs. But also…

…I feel like it’s missing something. Again, this was a season of excess in everywhere but it should have been. We had so many new characters who had a lot of potential. We had the overarching villain of the entire show. We had Yami learn about a past that has been hinted at for 4 seasons and now it’s here and like…it needed more time in the oven.

I was in film classes for a hot minute and they'd talk about story structure and about how the climax should be like 1/3 of your story most of the time. Imagine if this whole season had been this? Or 2 seasons? Then maybe I'd be more attached.

But it’s not a bad season, I think. I’ve seen way worse TV. But lets say, I understand why people maybe weren’t thrilled by this ending. Especially since next time, we gotta kill Yami. Youknow, the heart of the cards, the heart of the show, and the actual heart-throb to all the teens that watched this? Yeah that guy.

Lets straight up send him back to Hell.

(Normally I would put a link here to read these in chrono order, but I think I need to redo my tumblr template or something everything's moved around. But if you know, you know.)

#yugioh #photo recap #yugi muto #joey wheeler #tea gardner #seto kaiba #bakura #Yami muto #Atem #pharaoh #Season 5

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soggyriceee · 17 hours ago

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Hallo, just wanted to send this request! I recently saw some of your König fics! (I absolutely ADORE them.)

And just wanted to know if you had the motivation to make another where it starts off as he's with his friend at a festival/carnival, and he meets Y/n and their best friend when they try to win a prize and they can't, so König and his friend decide to help the poor girls by getting them a prize and in return getting their numbers. <3

(P.S. You can end it in smut like if König gets to know her at the fair and eventually takes her home, or just end it in fluff! <3 I'd eat it up either way.)

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festival | konig | 18+

| summary; request , public sex, one night stand, oral(konig!recieving), protected sex(wrap it up guys we can’t have anymore scorpios in the world), konig has this weird thing about fucking you with his boxers on |

“okay let go to that one, they have big stuffed animals as prizes.” you exclaimed, pointing to the water gun tent. you were already dragging your friend to it before she could say much.

“oh come on we’ve lost literally all the other ones. how do you have so much hope left.” she whined, dragging her feet behind you. but you ignored her negative attitude, pushing forward. "if we lose this one, we can go back to our tent. seriously." you said, gripping her hand as you approached the line.

it was very short, only two other people in front of you. they were tall, pretty loud too. obviously drunk but it was a music festival so it was only fair. two days you guys will be out in the desert, listening to different musical acts, drunk all 48 hours, and meeting new people! it was you and your friends favorite part of spring/summer era.

"next!" the man called, pushing the two tall men up the line. you watched as they aced the game easily, hitting the center of the wooden dummies perfectly. "they're really good.. maybe we should ask them to win the bears for us!" you told your friend, already making your way to the two tall men.

"excuse me." you called out, tugging on the end of one of the guys shirts. they'd both turn, looking down at you. wow they were hot. facial scars littered their faces, hands too. they wore all black, despite the heat wave attacking you all. "you guys are really good, do you think you could win that bear for me and my friend over there?" you asked, pointing to the big pink and white bear hanging from the top of the tent.

they both exchanged a look, before one of them spoke. a thick, German accent, almost impossible to understand, came from the guy. "what's the catch?" he asked, almost as if he believed he was being set up. you laughed, quickly realizing however that he was serious. "t-there's no catch.. we just really want the bear." you chuckled awkwardly, rubbing your hand up and down your arm.

their vibe was very off. but you couldn’t put your hand on it. they weren’t mean necessarily they just seemed like they’d been caught up in some sort of prank or something. “alright.” he nodded.

you and your friend stepped back, watching as they again hit the targets perfectly. it was hot honestly, especially watching their arms flex through their tank tops. when they had finished, the taller one handing you the bear. “thank youu!” you smiled, turning to your friend and paying no mind to them now.

you were so focused on convincing her to do just one more game, you hadn’t noticed the two men still standing behind you. “excuse me?” one of them spoke, tapping your shoulder.

you turned, smiling up at him. “we would like to help you get more prizes if youd like.. m-my names Konig this is Simon.” he said, reaching his hand out to you.

“wanna come back to my tent?” the drunk man would whisper down to you, looking up through his lashes to see his friend already making a move on yours from another booth.

you’d giggle into his chest, the faint smell of his cologne and cigarettes covering him. he took your cute reaction as a yes, dragging you away from the crown and towards the camp setups. it was a thrill, fucking next to so many people. but it was a music festival, what did people expect?

“after you.” he smiled, pulling his tent door open. inside rested one inflatable bed, a portable shower in one corner and a make shift kitchen in the other. a small trash bin and a few decorations to make the tent more homely littered the sides. “it’s cute in here.” you said, turning to the tall man.

maybe it was the fact there was more light, but you found him really handsome, despite the scars that littered his face. he smiled down at you, walking towards you slowly. "you're cute" he said, as if he too was finally getting a good look at your face.

he stood still in front of you, leaning down to slowly press his lips against yours. his hands found your waist, pulling you into him as your arms wrapped around his neck. his tongue slid effortlessly into your mouth, almost embarrassingly easy. “wanna lay down?” he asked, breaking the kiss and ushering you to the inflated bed.

you laid down on your back, Konig resting hills ed between your legs. “sure you wanna do this?” he asked, almost as if he was trying to warm you or something. but you didn’t read to much into his tone, nodding your head eagerly. “yes of course.”

his hands pulled your pants off your legs, tossing them to some corner of the tent. his shirt followed, more scars of his exposed. you tried not to stare, knowing it’s better to not ask questions like that, especially for some festival boo.

his lips met yours again, his large hands pushing your legs into a butterfly position. his thumb found your covered clit, pressing against it gently. it threw you offguard, most of your hookups taking a bit to even find it. “you like that?” he asked in your ear, not missing the small gasp that left your lips.

you gave him a nod, body tending under him just a bit. his thumb moved slow against your clit, pressing kissed behind your ear, down to your collar bone. “relax baby.. not g’nna hurt you too much..” he winked.

you didn’t have time to really question what he could’ve met by that, before your panties were being flung across the tent. he grunted at your shiny wet cunt, your clit so swollen and so exposed. it was embarrassing a bit, but only because he wouldn’t look away!

you went to close your legs, maybe thinking it was a bad idea. but his hands quickly pressed down on your knees, forcing you back into that butterfly position. “what? cant imagine how good this is gonna feel?… you’re so fucking wet how can i look away?”

your cheeks grew bright red, hands covering your face as the compliment hit your ears. “d-don’t say things like that.” you said into your palms, the smile in your voice so clear.

he pulled your hands away from your face, meeting your eyes with a smile as well. “it’s true.. mind if i have a taste?” he asked, already moving to lay flat on his stomach.

you hadn’t noticed it at first, but he was huge. like. huge. half his body rested off the bed as he laid between your legs, arms wrapping around your thighs as he pulled you in closer. soft kisses were pressed to your inner thighs, maybe a soft bite following after.

you walked into this tent with pretty low expectations, most of your hookups being complete let downs. youve had a few good encounters though of course, it wasn’t like you only chose bad sex partners. but konig began to do things that your other partners never really did.

he pressed soft kisses from your hole, up to your clit, before spreading you lips and sucking your clit into his mouth gently. your mouth feel open, a shaky breath leaving your lips. your eyes fell closed, feeling his tongue move in small circles against your pulsing nerve.

usually oral with other partners doesn’t last long. they get too excited or you end it early, not feeling much pleasure from it. but konig knew what he was doing. he wasn’t too rough at all, continuing the same pattern and the same pace that you gave the most reaction too.

“d-damn youre.. so good at this.” you whined, hands finding his hair, tugging it gently. he’s grunt into your pussy, trying to nuzzle his head deeper into you. his nose would press right against your clit as his tongue slid in and out slowly.

“never had your pussy ate like this before hm?” he asked, looking back at the mess he’s made on your pussy. his drool mixed with your own juices made your lips so shiny. his lips were just as wet, the tip of his nose coated in your juice.

you’d give him a meek “no”, resting on your elbows to look down at him. you pushed your hips up to his lips, whining as he just watched you. “please keep going.” you’d whine, his head avoiding your aching pussy.

“you cute… never had a girl beg for me to eat her pussy.” he smirked, taking one of his hands to rub his thumb through your wet folds. he could feel your clit pulsing when his thumb got to it, pressing just a bit more pressure against it. your head fell back, accepting the small amount of stimulation he gave you. “wanna hear you beg more.”

he pushed himself off the floor, resting on his knees. his hands worked to pull his pants down, his boxers staying on. his cock would already be hanging out of the flimsy hole in the front of the boxers, tip red. your eyes wandered around the tent again, looking back to see him already slipping the condom on.

shuffling over, he’d plop his fat cock on your pussy, slapping it a few times as your juices connected to his tip. “so wet.. bet i’m gonna slide right in.” hed whisper, already drooling for a feel.

while he was excited you were nervous. again, youve chosen okay sex partners, never caring much about length. but you always took a mental note of the lengths that were gonna be inside you. Konig was the biggest hands down.

his cock was not only long, but thick. his tip was fat, leaking pre cum as a long thick vein ran on the side of it. of course it curved just a bit to the left, hanging low despite him being rock hard. it was heavy, that’s for sure.

“j-just .. go slow.” you said, watching as he aligned himself with you. he smiled down at you, locing the nervous look on your face. “think i’m that big huh.. think i’m g’nna hurt you?” he asked, already pushing himself in slow.

you’d his at the stretch of your pussy around him, hands quickly pressing against his chest as a sign to stop. and he did, stopping just as his tip made its way fully inside you. your hands remained flat on his chest, eyes squeezed shut as you let the pain simmer down.

but konig didn’t wanna wait long. before you knew it, he was pushing back into you. “j-jeez konig wait a sec.. s-still hurts.” you whined, your eyes shooting open.

he was looking down, watching how his cock disappeared into your pussy slowly. pulling his hips back slightly, he’d push them back in, looking up to meet your eyes. “s’okay.. see it’s starting to f-feel good.” hed assure you, trying his best to ignore how your pussy was clenching down on him.

he was so close to coming just from that one actually thrust he gave you, and the look on your face wasn’t helping. your pussy was warming up to his length and girth, whimpers of pain turning into ones of pleasure. your hands remained on his chest, as your head relax into the pillow below you.

his eyes would trail back down to where you both met, his boxers slowly getting wet with your juices. he loved it. having some random chicks pussy juice on his boxers. he never knew why, but fucking through his boxers made him cum so fast.

“look… look how good this pussy is taking me.. she’s doing s’good..” hed grunt, gripping your chin to pull your head down. your eyes opened to meet the sight, the sounds of your pussy only adding to how filthy the whole sight was.

his thumb hooked around your bottom row of teeth, forcing you to watch and listen to his good you were taking him. “s’big huh? s’ a big dick..” hed pant, already knowing your answer. when you gave him a rapid nod of the head, he’d tsk, letting your jaw go only to cup your chin, forcing you to look at him. you’d notice how blown his pupils were, how wet and red his lips were. “use your words baby..”

“y-yes it’s.. it’s so good” you babbled, feeling how his tip abused right at your poor cervix. your legs were hooked arouns his hips, hands now gripping the thin sheet beneath you. it was such a painfully good feeling, your mind was completely blank.

konig watched you from above, your tits bouncing in the right shirt he let you keep on. your nipples were erect through the thin layer, making the big man let out a small whimper, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “shit m’close..”

the sounds of music and other festival goers were muffled from inside the tent, the noises coming from you both surely covered. your head pressed firmly into the pillow below you as your body put all its focus and attention to the giy splitting you in half. you felt so full of the stranger, you were beginning to consider getting his number after.

his tip continued its abuse on your poor cervix, his cock getting painted in your creamy juices. his eyes were fixated on his cock pushing it’s way into those tight wet walls, mouth hung ajar as spit dribbled from him. “w..wanna cum.. so close~” you whined, hands scrambling to his his chest again.

what you liked about this man, was that instead of changing that pace he kept it the same, only pushing your leg up to your chest to allow him to fuck deeper into you. “lemme see it baby.. lemme see you cream all over this cock..” he groaned, taking his other hand to cup your warm cheek.

his words and movements allowed you to come undone for him, legs pulling his waist in closer to you, deeper. the cute little whines you let escape from you only made his cock twitch inside you, coming as his head plopped into your chest, biting your clothes nipple throufh the shirt.

your chests rose and fell in synch, silence filling the room as you both relaxed. you felt him soften inside you, the condom still holding on. his hands found your waist, snaking up them as to hold you.

he’d pull out of you with a small whimper, resting his softened, condom covered cock on your cunt. his teeth let your nipple go, his lips leaving a small kiss on them before resting his chin on your chest. “how was it?”

you smiled softly, letting out a breathy chuckle. “it was great.. really great.” he smiled proudly, before pushing himself up and off you, peeling the condom off and tossing it in a random plastic bag. you began to rise, stretching a bit as your eyes made contact with your clothes.

“you should stay.. it’s already pretty late..” he said, tucking his still softening cock into his boxers, pants kicked off from when he tossed the condom. you weren’t opposed at all, legs sore anyways to look for your setup.

he’d lay beside you, pulling you into his chest as if you both had done this before. it was weird, his presence and character didn’t feel like he was a stranger, but maybe that was simply because he was just deep inside you.

aghh i’m so sorry this took forever, finals are coming up and my job is like.. scheduling me??? and i’m TIREDDD

#cod #call of duty fan fiction #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #konig #konig fanfiction #konig smut #konig x reader

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Knowing that most wildcards if not all were made in a week between the sessions, it feels like a much bigger task than sorting through viewer suggestions and making them up from scratch, tho I can't know for sure.

Yeah, the difficulty of the tasks varied a lot, but it kinda didn't bother me too much, because then they could be done with the task and do their own thing. I did love Pearl's task of getting hearts from people, but I'm a Shadowmoon shipper and the moment it created has been ingrained in my heart.

From Etho's episode I mainly remember the part where he washes himself away, so that he doesn't actually move, but moves. I'm a Doctor Who fan and I loved the reference, but yeah, quite limiting, especially with how they have to travel some time between bases and you can't know if someone is spying on you from afar.

Hm, you could say keeping it a secret is like if everyone was a boogeyman or well, playing a game of mafia. I do remember that a few times others were able to guess the task, but if they wanted to help the person, they played a game of crocodile, not being able to say anything outright, just imply.

To me a lot of tasks felt opposingly team uniting. With how Bdubs task started the whole Mounder thing. And then Joel's task (the cult one) brought Mounders even closer in a way, pft. And sometimes guessing the task incorrectly spawned an event, like almost the entire server hanging out at Pearl's mound base. Also Pearl helping Bdubs and Mumbo with their tasks (dragon, cursed tower). So yeah, I love Matchbox and Mailbox.

Out of context, but i remember people (CCs as their characters and the fans) were saying that Mounders aren't loyal and will fall apart or something. And in the end, Mumbo started to act as a red and tried to kill his teammates a few times, but they still accepted him. You can tell I love Mounders, tho all the other teams were great. The dog boys had such a fun dynamic, them often going to talk to BigB or Scar and having silly interactions together. To me the Bamboozlers flow so well from Secret Life: the winner, the unlucky and the loser /affectionate, they're definitely my favorite team that happened in Wild Life. Pearl and Mumbo would have fitted in with them too, all a little bit pathetic.

I agree with the love island team point? They are such a fun team up and there could have been more. Definitely the fact that BigB started as a loner because of his task and leaned into the backrooms creature vibe made it seem like he had to play two different characters at a time? Perhaps, that is not what you're talking about, but people were suspicious that BigB won't stay loyal and is more by himself, but they trusted each other. I don't fully remember the moment, but I think Skizz made someone think that he believes that BigB is a traitor, but then turned on them instead. Or this is memories connecting wrong bits. I don't joke about having troubles rewatching stuff, even when I love it.

Oh, yeah. Mine is all subjective and personal heaven, which I know is flawed, but I see the good and the bad bits and enjoy it as a whole, like you are with Wild Life. I am not a Third Life lover 😔 It's good, but if I'm ranking it, it will go to the bottom (all cause Pearl wasn't in it /hj)

Yes! It all felt like wacky cartoon episodes, which to me is a high praise, as I love Adventure Time and other episodic shows with an overarching plot. Again with my hyperfixation, Pearl died a lot, she literally had the first death on the server (i am replying as I am reading or else I'll forget my thoughts, but you mentioned it and we kinda divided on it? I agree, but also I can excuse it. It's brutal and unfair, but it did help others avoid the same fate. This is also a point in the: I think they should have given themselves more time to test the wildcards, because it feels like a thing you could fix, if found). But it was all because of a part of a mechanic of a wildcard that has not been found out before, which she immediately shares with her teammates. The opportunity to play around and find a way to work the wildcard in your favor or at least to not die from it is amazing. It just felt dissapointing, when people were trying out ways to have an advantage over snails in a way and got punshed for persisting and being curious (the inconsistency of when the snail jumps in your face. I know it's like 3 blocks but some were closer or farther, and with Pearl's second death potentially being caused by Aussie ping). I understand that if there was a way to battle snails completely, everyone would have gotten rid of them in the first hour and there is no more wildcard. But the whole point of an immortal snail is that you get some advantage (money in the original case) and you can figure out things to feel at least somewhat safer.

I would have said that making each snail have their own thing to slow them down/make them stop for a moment and have some cool down for that effect is too much, but they made a whole superpower wildcard so.. It's different but something lesser, like being able to feed them a certain somewhat rare item to slow them could be cool? Idk if the range could allows it, but if you can click on snail with an item (like feeding a dog a steak) and not get it jump on your face immediately. There is a possibility of no one even figuring that out especially if the items are too rare, but at least there would have been something? For Bdubs to feed his snail a clock and make it slower or stop for a certain amount of time with a cooldown (you would have a moment to breath, but you might also forget about it, so it's still a risk). I just feel like they are smart enough to flesh it out more, and I never fully understood why they put such a harsh time limit on themselves. They were most likely concepting wildcards for longer, but when you actually get the moving snail and test it out, you might have to fix some issues and if it's too close to deadline, you'll just have to give up on a good idea.

I know that if you are creating a big time sinking project, you have to organize and pay every person who is involved in the creation, so extending the time frame or the complexity, would have upped the cost significantly. I read some comment about how they could have made a whole series out of each of the wildcard, and I am on the side that having a new thing each week is a cool concept. The only part I do agree is the superhero wildcard. I just think a superhero life series (or maybe a sibling series) could be genuinely fun. Am a sucker for AUs.

Snails were very cute and funny, but they were undeniably too much. They had to stop the session earlier and all the CCs were exhausted by the end of it. You can see how the death count skyrockets because of snail, and the balancing by giving players 6 lives worked out i guess, but them ending early means if it wasn't stopped, there could have been even more deaths or even a first person to get out of the series in session 3(4?).

And final deaths are supposed to be at least somewhat tragic or emotional (in a funny or sad way). Skizz's and Mumbo's final deaths were cool, but Gem, Impulse, BibB, Scar died in a less fair(?) way. And Grian knows how important it can be to get out of a series in a satisfying end, Jimmy and Lizzie dying was sad, but epic and he helped to achieve that.

Okay, that's a fair point. I was afraid of getting into life series, because it felt like there were so many people and all had their own unique storyline. To me, I just accepted that I will get information about their videos secondhand, and if it intrigues me, I would go and watch the episode myself. I am happy that it was enjoyable for you and easier to engage with.

Big groups feel clanky to me in a way that everybody is trying to help the team, but when you have to listen to so many people at once, it becomes either a corporate meeting or a hangout at the loud bar. I do understand the appeal of a bigger group interacting, but I always feel like a lot more people get talked over and if there is no enemy, there is no conflict and there is no one to fight? A lot of times people were trying to mention who they were enemies with and it consisted of "hmh, we are kinda okay with them, and them too, and them". To which, Secret life didn't have that much outright betrayal or enemies, it was kinda more sitcom-ey. There were a lot of rivals, not enemies. In wild life it feels like there are almost no evemies and no rivals. Even bringing up the Impossible Minecraft, it's a smaller series, but there is a collaborative process, so big groups are encouraged, because there is no competition (the winners and placements don't actually mean much in the same way as MCC or similar stuff does obviously. It's all more about people creating a narrative and a story).

I do think Scar is a pretty good player, just unlucky at times. He did win by his own strength in Secret Life and got to the end in Third Life (while being the first one to go down to red and so early), he and Grian also being the 4th(?) soulmates to die and it was Grian who died, I'm pretty sure. You might not be implying that, I just dislike when people kinda dismiss his achievements.

I also enjoyed the Gs. The only thing I have a beef is that Tango was hanging around them at the start and I was so hoping for him to join them, tho the Tuff guys is also cool. I do find it funny how Gem and Pearl exchanged teammates from last time.

This all is a toll on anyone and when you have to organize and also be involved in the project, where your friends's income partially depends on you and you have to try to cater to them and to the viewers all at once. And well, when you see your friend so exhausted and trying so much to make you enjoy the series, I think it would feel brutal to complain about anything. They're friends and I don't know how they interact behind the scenes, but I would never want to upset my friend over something like that. Of course, if someone didn't vocalize their concerns, it's partially on them for doing so, but it's understandable. There is a part of me that wants Grian to delve more into different series, and with Impossible Minecraft, it seems like something he had in mind? Fans like to find parallels and will always compare previous seasons, so anything new will be met with a bigger criticism. Impossible Minecraft didn't capture everyone's attention, but I still feel it got good reviews and players seem to enjoy it. There is a difference that even through you can analyze CCs as characters, it is definitely much less roleplay and more survival. Not everyone found it appealing, but people also weren't compelled to compare it to life series, because it is distinctly different and we got both traffic and it. If Grian makes more of completely different series with no overarching expectations or limitations, it could be cool. Some people might be angry that they have to wait for a new life series season longer because of it, but it's not like we were ever really promised it and even if we were, he can decide to not go forth with it, if he wants to, it is his project. Idk if all my blank suggestions or ideas are out of place, but I very much love all the CCs and wouldn't want for any of them to get burned out and not participate in the life series or other projects.

I completely understand and agree with your whole last paragraph. Mine is similar, just replace Wild Life with Secret life. And I still enjoyed a lot of Wild Life, and I do have my own criticism of the Secret Life. I do understand people voicing and sharing their complaints, and not all should be like, thought out essay. Sometimes you watch a movie and find it meh, but can't put it into words. People not wanting to give Wild Life or any season a chance for whatever personal reason is understandable. Grian and others are still content creators and have to take into account a criticism of a casual viewer, which most of their viewers consist of I would think. But that's kinda why still discussing those things in the fandom is important. How would Grian know what we want to see, if he can only see the passerby viewer say "meh, not the same" and nothing else. Being afraid to hurt the CC can lead to it either way, when fans lose the interest and stop watching at all. It's not that Wild Life was horrible, it's that a lot of fans felt unheard. I assume that when you are making content for a long time, it can become stale and samey and you might lose confidence of if your content is actually good or not. They became CCs, because they wanted to share something that people would love, so hearing back is useful. When you start to see anycritisism as hate, it makes fans not want to share their thoughts and CCa are left one on one with angry/indifferent redditors (idk how bad reddit is, never used it besides googling weird things).

Idk where Grian saw that fans didn't want for him and Scar to team up, most fans love their dynamic. I do know some were complaining about the sameness of the teams, like the 3Gs. But some simply called 3G toxic, which is not completely untrue and doesn't mean they disliked the team? They have a very complicated history and that's the fun part of them trying to rebuild this. It's unrealistic for them to just forget everything and forgive. You can say that you forgive, but that doesn't automatically rewrite how you feel about it. There was a great episode in Amphibia that ended with the main character Anne forgiving a side character Hop Pop, but in the next episode Anne and Hop Pop are being weird and it escalates into a fight. There were still things unsaid and Anne just bottled everything up to try to move away from the situation, they needed more talk and more time to truly understand and forgive. I know that I reference a scripted cartoon show and Life Series is not a scripted play, but it is a roleplay for a lot of CCs, and dnd shows how improvisation can create great narrativess. It wouldn't be a death series without all the drama and all the betrayals and complicated relationships.

I hope this ask won't get killed by Tumblr, idk what's the word limit and how it works in general. I also reread it just once, sorry for any inconsistencies. Thank you for your time!

Hey! Sorry that it took so long for me to respond, but this was a really long ask that I had to break down paragraph by paragraph, which isn’t a bother! It just means that it takes me a little longer to respond to.

The problem that I had with the tasks was when tasks were too hard or had players do something consistently throughout the episode that didn’t really make their episode much more interesting. For example, I loved the concept of Etho’s weeping angel task. I’m also a Doctor Who fan! It’s just, yeah. It was difficult for him to enforce when in an open space. If the tasks were consistently like that, then I wouldn’t care as much, but it felt unfair for some people to be able to progress with more freedom than others. It wasn’t that big of an issue, of course. It’s just a little pet peeve.

As a com sci major, oh my gosh I can only imagine how difficult it must have been to program all of those wild card in such a short amount of time, especially the ones that were only decided upon in response to episodes (I believe the quiz bot was originally a scrapped wild card but was then brought back to the workshop last minute in response to players’ performances, but I may be misremembering).

I totally recognize that players still found ways to help each other, I just wish out of preference that there was a way for them to have been a little freer with their firm factions. I know that such a rule would be difficult to make concrete decisions on, but I know that Impulse felt disappointed that he didn’t get much of a chance to get to know Scott as a teammate. I don’t think that it was a bad decision. After all, it is called Secret Life. I just wish I could’ve seen certain teams loosen up a little more around each other. You raise a good point about the Mounders, though! They were a really great team. It’s just a shame that other teams weren’t able to communicate with each other as subtly yet effectively as the Mounders. Honestly, I’m not sure why people insist that a team will fall apart before that team shows signs of falling apart. Each season is a fresh start. While there may be history, each person still chooses whether or not to let that go.

God, someone PLEASE make BigB the leader of a big team. I need to observe his behavior in such a role. It's for science.

Third Life isn't at the top of my list either! There's definitely parts of it that I loved, but there were also parts that I was personally frustrated with. It’s not anyone’s fault at all. It’s just a matter of preference. It also totally gets a pardon due to it being the first ever season, but that doesn’t necessarily win it more points in my heart.

Pearl’s first death, I totally excuse it too. I didn’t mean to come off as if I disagree with the decision to keep it in. It’s a game mechanic and all. It just felt like such an unlucky “first to find out” situation, but that's part of the game. As for the snails, Grian didn’t intend for this to be an easy wild card. He expected more player deaths than normal, though he did say that there were still more than he expected. However, he also said that he had a moment where he considered using the Quizbot to gift back lives and decided not to. He wanted players to really feel the cost of each life. It’s a decision that he’s very firm about, and I respect that. I will say that the players who died significantly more than other players had a lot of deaths that were simply careless. There were of course many deaths that were the cost of an experiment or were just so terribly unfortunate (double Bdubs death), but I think a lot of deaths were from not keeping an eye on their snail (Scar gets a pass because his snail was literally turned invisible by other players). Here’s the thing. The problem that many players experimenting with the snails had was that they were experimenting with their own snail. Jimmy is a great example of someone who did NOT experiment with his own snail very much, despite his crazy number of deaths. Most of Jimmy’s snail experiments were done on other people’s snails, and he learned a lot from testing on them. In other words, there were ways to test on the snails that were much less risky, especially if you have a friend helping you.

The feeding the snails to slow them down is a really cool idea! I just don’t know if it would be worth the risk of getting close to your snail nor do I think that the players would have figured out that they could feed their snails, especially if the required items are player specific. I think that it would be a really really cool concept for a longer series or just snails, but it doesn’t work well for only one episode. Grian could’ve told people, of course, but Grian was already telling people quite a bit about the snails and he evidently would have trouble remembering what each snail eats (he couldn’t remember assigned superpowers even though not even everyone had an assigned superpower. I don’t blame him, though. I can’t remember people’s names ten minutes after meeting them, and I can’t throw stones in glass houses).

I would TOTALLY be down for a whole season of superpowers. I thought the superpowers were so so so cool. I do find it weird that someone commented that they could make a whole season out of each wild card when so many people said that the wild cards were boring. I don’t think that would go well in terms of viewership.

I understand finding the snails to be too much, but every creator we know of said that the snails were fun, even if they were stressful. After the snail episode, Grian very urgently checked in with everyone more so than usual, and, according to Impulse, Grian, Martyn, and Skizz, everyone found the snail episode to be a lot of fun. I don’t think that the snails were too much, because everyone had fun and got a great episode out of it. Additionally, due to how long the season surprisingly ended up being, I worry that trying to make the wild cards safer might have resulted in a longer season than the cast was hoping. They typically try to keep the seasons to 8-9 episodes, and Wild Life hit that quota despite the number of people saying that it would definitely be the shortest season ever (which is a little strange considering Double Life was only 6 episodes long, and I doubt that Wild Life ever even looked like it would only be 5 episodes long what with so many people having all of their 6 lives for so long). All in all, I don’t think that the players minded a shorter session when they all got an exciting normal length episode.

I absolutely understand being disappointed in some of the final deaths, but that’s not really a concept that’s new to Wild Life. I mean, while Grian’s final death in Limited Life was thematically cool, it would’ve been pretty anti-climactic without Jimmy’s death. It’s something that happens, and I’ve made my peace with that, especially with how exciting everyone’s life was to me. Of course, I understand that all of that is a matter of personal preference.

I’m glad that you understand my perspective on having an easier time staying caught up. I’ve been watching Minecraft YouTubers for a long time, and I was a big fan of particular big groups. I’m pretty used to hearing them talk over each other and didn’t really think about how that was absolutely a matter of personal history of enjoying hearing 6-10 people in the same call all of the time. I’m sorry to hear that it was more frustrating for you, and I totally understand feeling like there was less content in Wild Life and that the content that was available felt socially clunkier. I hope the next seasons are more your taste!! I got my fair share of what I wanted :)

I understand what you mean about feeling like there were no enemies, but I interpreted that as feeling as though there was no specific enemy (other than everyone vs the family) because most teams had wronged people pretty equally. There was definitely enemies and rivalries, they were just more player specific than team specific, which I understand is unusual for the Life Series. Impulse vs Gem was a pretty big rivalry, as was, of course, Grian vs the Bamboozlers, particularly vs Scar. Mumbo vs Scott was a weirdly spawned in rivalry. I don’t know why Mumbo latched onto that so hard, but I respect him for committing to the bit like that. Another rivalry, which was mostly a result of miscommunication, was Scar vs the Tuff Guys. See, and this is the most insane looney toons incident in the series, Bdubs pretended to do something “tuff” to the Bamboozlers so that Tango and Etho would think he was tuff. Then, Etho actually did something “tuff” to the Bamboozlers, which Scar got payback for by burning down Tango’s base. Tango then got revenge by attacking ALL of the Bamboozlers’ parrots. In other words, I don’t really think that there were fewer enemies and rivalries. I think that the relationships between individual players were just insanely more convoluted. The only team vs team enemies who I can really think of were the Spanners vs the Gs. Grian really wanted to eliminate the try hards who were stronger in numbers (though, as Scott has said, larger groups don’t often do better in the Life Series). The whole thing was like watching a drama series. I really loved it, but I totally understand how it’s a lot more confusing compared to past seasons, where enemies are more straightforward and agreed upon within teams. The problem was that players were having a lot of personal beef with each other but then projecting that onto the other player’s whole team, who hadn’t been told about this beef and is then confused when told that something is wrong. The Gs and the Family were a little better at communicating between each other, but that didn’t mean that they always entirely agreed on how to deal with the issue. As for the storyline and collaboration points, I totally understand wanting that. I think I gave Wild Life a lot more grace, because every episode was like a first episode, where everyone is still helping each other navigate the new gimmick. That’s a part that I, personally, really enjoy about first episodes. This is much less a rebuttal against your point and more of a “this is how I understood it in the moment and a matter of my personal enjoyment, and I absolutely understand if it wasn’t for you”.

Oh I definitely agree that Scar’s a great player! I think he doesn’t really pick up on new situations as quickly, but, once he has it, he’s mastered it. He’s also just a generally skilled player. That man is INSANE in combat. Who taught him how to fight like that. It’s so strange when people say that Scar isn’t a “real” winner. Winners may statistically be more likely to rise from smaller teams, but that doesn’t mean that it’s easiest to get to the finale all by yourself, especially when you have as many enemies as Scar did that season.

I also love the Gs and the Tuff Guys, but GOD I understand what you mean. I’ve been dying for Tango to team up with new people, particularly Scott, for AGES. I want more Snowbugs content. Please, Mr. Smajor, PLEASE team up with different Hermits. I love every single one of Scott’s teams and dynamics, but I’m so eager to see him interact with people we don’t often get to see him hang out with.

I understand what you mean about not wanting to hurt your friends feelings, but Grian specifically requested criticism from each player after every session. There are of course so many ways to go about this situation, and no one way is necessarily the “correct” way to deal with it every time, but, if my friend was asking for criticism, I would want to help them feel as though they have improved their project as much as they are ready to. I’m not saying that I would complain or criticize or be harsh, but expressing an honest opinion about your own experience is so so so critical during game development. This is particularly critical in the Hermitcraft community when Hermits ask other Hermits for criticism. Grian in particular likes honest constructive criticism when he asks for it.

I absolutely agree about wanting to see a variety of series. While I understand that it doesn’t always do as well as their main content, I find it really exciting to see my favorite creators in new situations with different goals and expectations.

When I get upset about people sharing their complaints about Wild Life, I absolutely do not mean people who have real complaints about how the game operates or how it played out. Everyone is entitled to their preferences. What I mean is people who blatantly commented on Grian’s videos stuff like “Grian, these wild cards are boring” and “how is this an episode” or tweeted at him about how they hate Wild Life but didn’t have anything constructive to say about it. There were a lot of comments like this on Jimmy’s Instagram too, and that just sucks. If you have something like that to say about someone’s project that they’re so passionate about, there are more appropriate places to do so. Do I expect Twitter and YouTube comment sections to be free of hate? Absolutely not. However, people need to recognize that Grian doesn’t go on Twitter and YouTube looking for those types of criticisms. The kind of hate that pops up on Twitter and YouTube is so common that a lot of seasoned creators tend to be rather unbothered by hate on those platforms to the point where they skip over genuine criticism. Reddit would’ve probably been a more appropriate and effective platform for constructive criticism when trying to communicate your opinion with people like Grian, who don’t use Tumblr and have been on Twitter and YouTube for too long to take those kinds of comments into consideration.

The Grian and Scar thing was almost entirely Twitter and YouTube. While there are definitely people on Twitter and YouTube who LOVE Scarian, they’re also the platforms that are most concentrated with Scarian haters. It’s really tumblr with a denser population of Scarian fans, but Grian doesn’t get his feedback from tumblr, especially when tumblr and hermittwt are a lot more shy than haters tend to be.

Here's the thing about the Gs. A lot of people were insisting that the Gs were going to break up because “Cleo and Scott always betray Pearl”. This is not true. Scott’s history with Pearl is more complicated, but Scott had a good reason to not want to team with Pearl again. He couldn’t communicate this very well in character, but Scott literally could not be her teammate again, not after he just won Last Life with just Pearl as his teammate for a majority of the season. In other words, Scott didn’t really feel significant negativity towards Pearl until she started acting crazy, which Scott isn’t entirely at fault for. He wasn’t neutral in the matter, but it would be unfair to blame it entirely on him when Martyn immediately abandoning Pearl despite being in the same situation as her, Scar and Ren pushing the “5AM Pearl” character, and, of course, the fact that it was 5AM for her are all fairly equal contributions to the way Pearl decided to present herself. Additionally, Pearl chose to forgive Scott immediately after he blew himself up, which isn’t to say that frustration and resentment can’t ever resurface, especially if the event was particularly traumatic, but Pearl and Scott both gave themselves a whole lot of time to reconcile with what happened and come to forgive each other. It’s also not something that either of them ever bring up, spitefully or not. They’ve never held Double Life against each other even as enemies, and it’s not something they hold against each other when they have disagreements as allies. As for Cleo, Cleo has never betrayed Pearl. Has Cleo been enemies with Pearl, sure! But never when Pearl was ever entitled to Cleo’s loyalty by any means. The Gs was the first time where Cleo and Pearl were on the same team for the whole season, and it's not like Cleo betrayed Pearl during Last Life either. I genuinely believe that there’s an excess of attention on Cleo and Pearl hurting each other because they’re both women in a male-dominated space, because they haven’t been crueler to one another than would be expected of people on different teams. It’s kind of like saying that Scar and Lizzie are a bad team because Lizzie hated Scar in Secret Life, when what we were seeing in Wild Life didn’t show significant evidence of that grudge.

Were the Gs toxic? That’s up to interpretation, but I don’t think it deserved the amount of backlash some people gave it without criticizing other teams. I once made a post about Mumbo “manipulating” Skizz and Grian in the same way that Smajor haters claim that Scott is “manipulative”. I DO NOT believe in what I said about Mumbo. The point of the post was explicitly to show what the narrative looks like on someone who gets way less hate for behaving the same way or “worse”, and I do state that at the end of the post. The Tuff Guys, too, were SO messy. They could rarely agree on anything and almost always resorted to insults, but that wasn’t the result of people who hate each other. That’s the result of people who love each other so so so much and trust each other to know when they do and don’t mean things and to feel safe bringing it up if a line was crossed. I mean, no matter how much Tango and Bdubs insulted and rolled their eyes at Etho or were mockingly offended by his comments, the only time they acted properly upset with him was when they found out that they might not be his priority team (and they didn’t even know about the team he was actually loyal to in the end!). In that same sense, Scott, Pearl, and Cleo are best friends who love each other so much. Their friendship is apparently strong enough to withstand tough breaks in that relationship. It’s one thing to say that you like a team and interpret their dynamic as antagonistic, but it’s another to actually get mad at the actual Scott and Cleo for “teaming up with Pearl to manipulate her”, which was such a common kind of post that I was seeing throughout the first several weeks of Wild Life.

Your ask did not get killed by tumblr! I’m starting to think there may not be a character limit on these things. I copy asks and write out responses in Google docs cause it’s more convenient to access when I have time, and this ask was 5 pages long in 12 point font 1.15 spacing. Whatever kills asks, it’s not word count. Thank you for the ask! I love long asks :D And thank you for your patience! My housing situation has been... weird. I'm not in danger of losing my place or anything; it's just been over-complicated and slow to progress.

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