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[casedeviant]

“ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓. ” ﹙ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐒. & 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ﹚ ⫘⫘⫘⫘ 私は主人をとても愛しています 2.7k wc

˖ ࣪ ִ𖤐 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 ⌖ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𓋰 ╭ 18+ ╮ dom top male reader & sub bottom cloud strife. dark content; noncon to dubcon, forced penetration, impact play, sexual harassment, angry sex, yandere themes. explicit sexual content; pervert! cloud, anal sex, dry humping, caught masturbating, voyeurism, scent kink, master & slave - set non-specific time period, squirting.

cloud strife was the type pervert you wouldn’t even think about comparing debonair wealth to. he was more filthy; more obscene than any sleazy little thing you had encountered. he was furtive, but not deliberate. he was artless, but not reliable. and most importantly, he definitely was not as innocent as he made himself out to be.

although, the act of perceiving oneself as such did have you play right into his trap on occasion - that still never compelled you to lay a finger on the boy, though. it was for his own good and your responsibility as his master.

yes, cloud knew what he was doing to you - for attention, like the little tart he was. he has a soft spot for you! the only master he has ever had that treated him well like a decent human being, over how slaves are expected to act. 

but he wasn’t special. he was a slave. slaves will always be denied such privileges. so, why did you grant him such leniency over the other ones?

it’s hard to tell when the only thing mediating the two of you was status. soiling a slave would mean ruining your own reputation in society. you’d be seen as the same, or worse, than what cloud merely believes is human nature.

when you grant someone such comfort, they take it for granted.

but every single time you catch him sullying your belongings - in the chamber when he is told to change your bedding, on the balcony where your smoking piston lay bare with lingering evidence of your hairs wrapped around the railing - the shockproof glass atwixt it all, cracks every single time you’re not supposed to catch him.

the smell of opium alone gets him riled up; you had to find another slave to replace his spot because he got a boner just from replacing the old poppy in your smoke with new poppy. it was an irritating experience, nonetheless, but you reassured him that feeling such a way in the presence of potent drugs was normal human reaction.

but was it really? if other people around you had to contain it, why couldn’t he? his intolerance to such things has nothing to do with you.

so, let’s recall perception number one: he was furtive, but not deliberate.

cloud was good at hiding his behaviour from the other servants of the household. he never let anything get noticed if it meant it could get him severely reprimanded, or worse, sold off. but he purposely let whorey, trollopy actions slip whenever he noticed you paid heed; you didn’t even need to look at what he was doing for him to know that you knew.

perception number two: he was artless, but not reliable.

profusely apologising for his actions were practically part of his every conversation with you. a minor slipup that didn’t even involve anything scandalous of such, let his tongue roll into his cheek and tears brim on his waterline. but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it again. he always did something new and undiscoverable that tested forbearance. but every single time he did justify his actions, you knew he meant it.

final, concluding perception number three: he wasn’t innocent. he never was. your desire for him was just as unmatched as it was for the burning lust he had for you. but you learnt from the books, that rationality was something slaves were never properly educated on. they only learnt through repeated abuse by those who took care of them. your abuse, on the other hand, was more absent than cause. everyone loved you because of this, not just slaves.

you settled upon a rather rash decision after thinking about that boy too much and his moronically petite expression he’d make whenever you did raise your voice at him. well, that’s how cloud would see it anyways - you never really did yell at him. it was more just…educating him on his wrongdoings, whether that ended up with you dragging him out of where he caused trouble, by the golden strands of his head.

that was beside the point.

so why is it, that in this very moment, when you catch cloud in your personal chambers, sprawled out on your silken bed, ass airborne, back impossibly arched, fingers wrapped around the head of his cock, and the scent lingering on your pillow where his face is mushed into, that all you can do is feel esurient?

you should be angry, furious, even, catching a slave doing something so disgraceful? that deserves a whipping.

but your patience chattered, and you shamelessly felt yourself finally wanting to do so many perverted things to him; it was out of anger that you felt this way about him, not because he was sullying your belongings, but because he finally won.

you wanted to violate his body with your cock in ways he had never even imagined before. you wanted to take him raw, without any form of preparation, his come and blood from the insertion of your dick, as a form of lube. you figured he’d be the type to enjoy a little pain, because in the end, that always turned into pleasure for him.

masochistic bastard.

all that hatred went straight to your cock, and you found yourself staring at his ministrations until he came all over the sheets. the pathetic little whimpers that dodged his lips with ease, were more tolerable than hearing him cry out your name; little pleas’ of “m-master, oh master [name]- it f-feels so good!” and sudden peaks of realisation that he needed more than just his fingers rimming the tight muscle of his asshole.

this was the first time you had watched him through to the end; all those other times you tried to spare your sanity. but this time, it was nowhere to be seen

“i came so much… i better clean this up before the master retires tonight.”

and when cloud spins around, as happy as glee, his expression, as well as his heart, sinks to his feet. the sheets he had stripped from your bed, fall to the ground, as well as his knees, already preparing some coherent apology in his head that only forces his lips to open in a babble.

standing at the now open entrance of your chambers, your hardened penis protrudes against the material of your night gown - as clear as the moonlit sky. there was no point trying to hide what he had caused; the difference wasn’t confidence, but a lack of care in the moment right now. you were going to make sure that cloud knew how heavy your balls were and that they needed to be taken care of of a release.

“m-master… w-wha- what are you doing back so early?”

like a deer caught in car headlights.

“hmm… well, you know…” the hum swirls around in your chest as you cross your arms over yourself, leaning casually against the curtains that hung against the rich mahogany of your chambers.

“i was just wondering what all that noise was, and here i found a little puppy pleasuring himself right in front of his masters eyes so barefacedly.”

cloud was flummoxed, those consuetudinal tears already drooling like a wet piece of paper, down his rosy cheeks. he was already a frightened mess, more so than usual, given your own heightened state. he was terrified.

the boy held his tongue as you sauntered over to him, the starkness of your thighs peeking through the slit of where your gown was tied together around your waist. he had never seen masters thick, well-defined legs before… and as expected, it made his own cock jump in newfound excitement.

you lean over, and thats when cloud frontlessly looks down your gown at where it slipped off your shoulder as you ripped the sheets from his grasp. the brief glimpse of your virile chest sends his mind into a complete and utter frenzy.

“cloud, tell me. what is this?”

he was lost in thought, and the sound of your textured voice shakes him back to reality. you stare at him with your mouth frowning, eyes filled with an unfamiliar craze that practically killed him. his pupils dilate, and he gasps, crying and moving to cling himself against your leg.

m-masters legs… are so soft. is what he can only think about at this moment. you and your fucking legs. not that he masturbated to the scent of you, of course. because apparently that didn’t matter to him.

you let out a spent sigh, head dropping backward as you breathe in the air above you. cloud continues rubbing his cheek against your calf, running his fingers a little too high up your thighs, and grinding his erection against your feet.

and in that moment, you realised no one was responsible for what was about to happen to this poor boy.

when you look down at him, smiling, and running your fingers through his hair, that expression is quickly replaced with a composed one when you tightly grip his roots. he writhes and kicks and screams and begs for you to let go of him, but he quickly finds himself thrown onto the same bed he was just soiling before.

you tear some of the sheets in half, wrapping a ribbon around his arms which were stationed behind his back. the part where he specifically dirtied, you made sure to stuff his head and nose into it completely, onto the mattress below.

asphyxiated by the damp material, cloud’s struggling gets weaker as you hold him there, his whines muffled. you proceed to pull down his pants, bare bottom on display for you as you bend his back further with your spare hand, pressing down on his shoulder blades. his legs wiggle and you make sure to sit on them before lifting him up by the thighs with both hands now, inspecting his hole.

cloud gasps, his eyes growing red and face saturating in purple hues from the previous lack of oxygen. all he can do is take deep breaths before screaming.

“M-MASTER!!”

his ugly cries, how amusing. you chuckle.

with his hole mere inches from your face, your long nails glide lightly around the tight ring of muscle, watching it shrink and relax with each teasing touch. you do this a few times to try and part it, feeling defeat when it caves back in on itself.

feeling for his dick, your hand instantly is smeared with his pre as you pop the flat of your thumb over his urethra hole.

it finally sinks in to cloud that your assaults are firm and intentional when you throw him back down to the bed in his previous position, face pressed into the dirtied silk. you hold him firm as you partly shrug off your robe, leaving it to hang just barely over your chest and one part of your collarbone. you push the long and untidy strands of your hair over your forehead in a maniacal laugh, now realising what sort of position you were in with him.

“fucking hell.” you mutter, jaw taut and eyes dangerously wild.

you then proceed to place one foot just below and to the side of his head, as your knee comes down beside one of his thighs. your hand is still holding his head firmly into the cushioning material below, and your other one gives a few pumps of your cock before rubbing it between his ass.

when you do this, cloud shivers, and you can physically see his hole wiggle in excitement from it. the warmth your shaft provided for just a brief moment, made him push back against you despite oxygen leaving his stupid head.

and without waiting, you lined your cock up with his hole, pushing in.

“ugh- shit… why are you so tight?” as if you didn’t know the reason for that, but if he acted like a slut around you, what stopped him from acting like one around his previous masters?

that thought alone, made you even angrier.

as you push more of yourself into him, spots of blood begin to surface, leaving a circle around your shaft to connect the two of you.

cloud’s toes curl and he heaves out grotesque grunts below. now realising you had held him down too long, you drag his head up by the hair as his back flushes against you, sheathing all of your meat inside of him.

his facial expression looks like he’s on the verge of passing out, no doubt. without any type of preparation and jumping straight into the punishment, cloud feels sick for how good it burns.

his insides cauterise with your cock, leaving a bump just below his navel. when he tries to look down to his leaking cock, you squeeze him by the cheeks, bringing his face back up to eye level, facing a mirror the blonde forgot was there half an hour ago.

he could see your glare shadowing behind him and your nose inhaling the sweat of his neck. the darkness of the room didn’t help how he felt either, and intensified that even more.

“don’t act like this wasn’t what you wanted, cloud. you won against your master; a fair match indeed. so now, i shall give you your reward that you have craved for.” you hush to him in a condescending tone before moving your hips back, and slamming forward into him.

cloud’s unable to speak from this motion, his mouth lolling open which invites you to stick your fingers inside his mouth. drool instantly soaks your fingers as you place his tongue between the sides of your index and middle finger, his eyes rolling back into his head as you set a rough pace on his ass.

with every push and pull of your hips, you could feel his insides hold onto you for dear life, begging not to be tattered and mangled. yet, the sensation has you completely lost as you tear his ass open with your cock.

it’s messy, it’s bloody, it doesn’t look nice, but cloud’s leaking cock may say otherwise.

when you angle your hips up into him, his legs shake and he squirts strings of hot come into the air. it sprays all over the mirror in front of the two of you, and cloud collapses against your chest.

“after all that, you came so quickly.” disappointment lingered in your tone and cloud looked up at you, half of his face buried into the sheets. his hands were still tied behind his back, so he couldn’t do much but take whatever you gave him.

and then something unexpected happened.

for a moment, cloud swears dreaming when you place a soft kiss against his temple, looking down at him thoughtfully with your cock on tall, proud, and on standby.

tears of joy fill his eyes and he grins, giggling hysterically. you grimace when he does this, the snot and drool covering his face serving as a tool of unattractiveness. but he doesn’t care, he did finally get what he wanted.

“t-thank you- master. heh, thank you so much! hehe…hehehe. thank you for being so kind to me. i-i love you so much, master!”

your mouth then frowns and your eyebrows raise for a moment when you watch him thank you with full admiration in his eyes.

fucking disgusting.

all you can do after that is roll your eyes, remembering how this thing started in the first place.

you bring a hand down to his cheek, smacking the scorching skin roughly and turning him over onto his back. cloud invitingly opens his legs for you, his cock hard again and his hole ready for more action despite a stinging sensation still coming from that area.

“p-please… fill me up, master… i need your cock.”

he motions himself back and forth that catches your tip against his abused hole. and when you allow him to slither his ass over your tip, you just sit there on your heels, watching in raw amusement.

“you’re a strange little creature, aren’t you?”

now discarding all of your gown, leaving you completely naked, cloud can’t help but stare.

“enjoying the view?”

cloud whines, and you swear his invisible tail wags below him. you then let out a sigh, calmer than how you felt at the beginning of this mess.

it was going to be a very, very long night.

[mggslover]

🤓☝️ may i request for your first time series the first time spencer lets reader take control during sex? not too sure how you feel about sub spencer but im horny for it and i’d love to see what you do

edging sub spencer genre: smut 18+ cw: sub!spencer x dom!reader, mentions of spencer being insecure about his masculinity, mentions of p in v sex, tied hands, handjob, edging, breastplay, oral (f receiving), thigh fucking, bit of degradation, religious comparisons wc: 2,4k a/n: am i a sub spencer fan?! pull up in the- yes lol i very much am. i cannot even call these drabbles anymore. if anyone is wondering why your requests are taking so long, this is the reason. my first time exploring this dynamic. i hope you'll enjoy, let me know your thoughts!

“Come on, baby. You’re the one who begged me for this.”

Spencer whimpered underneath you in response. He sat up straight on your shared bed, upper body rested against the headframe, long legs spread over the sheets, as your naked body hovered over his. And most importantly, his hands were tied behind his back with a silk red fabric.

Spencer craned his neck, trying to press his lips to yours, but you simultaneously leaned away from him. You shook your head, tsking. “What did I tell you?”

Twinkling hazel eyes blinked up at you, his eyebrows caught in a slight furrow.

“You can’t tell me you forgot,” you purred, fingertips trailing the curve of his jaw. “What did I tell you, Spencer?” you repeat with more force in your tone.

He visibly swallowed as your nails dragged down his neck. “That I’m not allowed to touch you.”

“And why’s that?” You hummed.

“Because sexual denial will increase the release of dopamine, and—oh…” he closed his eyes in delight as your nails continued their path down his chest.

“—and the release of oxytocin and serotonin. It will… in general… Jesus… make you more sensitive, which will heighten your pleasure.”

He had hurriedly finished his last words, letting out a deep breath of relief once you nodded in confirmation. 

“And all we want is for you to feel good. Isn’t that right, baby?”

He nodded fervently, a deep moan escaping his throat as your fingers grazed the skin of his upper thigh, carefully avoiding his throbbing length.

-`♡´-

It had all started last week, when you came home on a dreary Thursday evening. Immensely frustrated from your day at work. 

Spencer oftentimes suggested sex when you were feeling stressed out. Sexual intercourse is known for lowering blood pressure and boosting happy hormones.

Usually this would result in him leading you to the bedroom where he’d gently press you down onto the mattress. He’d crawl on top of you, lips immediately finding yours, giving gentle pecks as his hands roamed up and down the sides of your body. 

You’d have sensual sex. Sweet. Vanilla. It was the norm, and when it came to sex, Spencer wanted to keep to the norm. Sexuality and masculinity were deeply intertwined for him, and in both of these aspects, he felt like he didn’t fit into the traditional roles of a man, causing him to feel the need to approach sex textbook-wise.

The sex was good for the both of you. You never minded seeing your boyfriend on top of you. His lips slightly agape as he fought back his moans, hair falling into his face with every push of his hips, shoulders shuddering as he came inside of you. And for Spencer, he was always happy to be there. 

So, it was entirely new when you came home that day and tugged him by the collar of his shirt the second you entered the house. Spencer’s mouth was still in a gasp when you hungrily pressed your lips to his, tongue finding his without building the moment up like you’d usually do. 

Your body pulled flush against him. The softness of your breasts pressed against his hard chest. He was able to feel the peaks of your nipples even through the fabric of clothes.

“Are you okay?” Spencer choked out as you cupped him roughly through his pants. 

“I just need you, Spence. I need to use you.”

Those words were almost enough to make him spill in his underwear. And indeed, the second you had moved to the couch and straddled him (an entirely new position), taking his cock in your soft hand as you sunk down onto him, it took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to fill you up with his release.

You needed the control and security after having been bossed around at work. Spencer, on the contrary, felt too much in control at his job. Setting a profile and finding evidence and whereabouts on an unsub was very precise work, not even mentioning the huge amount of pressure on saving people’s lives. 

He never realized how good it felt to let go. To trust someone else in taking charge, in taking care of him. At that moment he didn’t think about portraying a certain type of masculinity. Instead of holding back his moans and settling on deep groans, he whimpered against your mouth as you fucked him. Squirming and whining underneath your touch as he begged you for more. 

His reactions didn’t go unnoticed by you. When you both had recovered and were cleaned up, you brought up the subject of this sub-dom dynamic, and it was very easy for Spencer to give in to exploring it more.

-`♡´-

“P-please.”

“What’s that?”

“Please touch me,” Spencer softly cried, fisting the pillow behind his back with the little grip he had.

You leaned in closer. Your breath tickled against his neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before you licked a bold stripe up the skin. 

A strangled moan left his throat. You smiled at him, pleased with yourself. It deeply turned you on that you could do whatever you wanted to him, that he’d beg you for anything that you could give him. 

His body responded to every ghost of your touch. Your lips trailed his throat, feeling the heat radiating off of him. Occasionally leaving lingering marks and bites until you made your way up his jaw.

“Is this what you wanted, Spence?” You teased as you put your hand around his thick shaft. 

“Yes,” he moaned, his head falling back against the headboard. “Exactly that.”

You pumped his length in a steady rhythm, flicking your palm to enhance the sensation. 

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. Such a pretty boy. Your cock is so hard and ready for me.” 

He shivered at your words. He didn’t know how he got so lucky to have you hovering above him, breasts swaying with every movement of your hand. You were so good to him. When his gaze blinked from your breasts to your face, seeing you seductively smile but your eyes radiating a gentle sweetness, he started wondering if there might really be a God. You were too heavenly to be here on Earth, pleasing him like there was no better enjoyment in life.

Your eyes were fixed on his cock, watching his precum gather at the tip. You circled the sensitive skin with a soft stroke of your thumb. Spencer used the momentary distraction to dive in, his lips catching around your nipple. “Oh god,” you gasped in pleasure, the sensation going straight to your core. His tongue made quick work of stimulating the nub. His cheeks were hollowed as he sucked, giving his everything for the mere moments he might get of tasting you.

Spencer was internally grateful when you didn’t stop him. As a matter of fact, your fingers knotted through his hair as you tugged him closer to you. It helped him keep his balance as his still tied hands clenched around the air. 

He continued his kisses to the rest of your breast once he was confident enough that you wouldn’t tell him to stop. He sucked on the soft, full flesh, leaving marks that would remind you of this moment days from now.

“Look at you sucking on my tits. You’re so desperate, aren’t you? Such a little slut for me.”

He moaned around your nipple, a wave of need fluttering through your stomach. You pulled on his hair, sharp enough to leave a pleasurable sting of pain. “Look at me.”

Wide doe eyes met yours. “‘m sorry.”

“Too distracted by having my tits in your face to look me in the eyes, huh?”

“Sorry, you’re just too pretty,” he truthfully muttered, eyes fleetly falling onto your breasts before blinking back up.

He looked so pretty like this. A red flush painting his neck and cheeks. His lips were just as swollen and red as he pouted at you. A smug smile lingered on your face, and you pulled him back in, leaning forward to not have him stretch his neck too far. The kiss was sloppy, hungry. You were not able to tell whether his whimpers were because of the kiss, or because of your touch as your hand had found its way back to his cock.

You fastened the motions of your wrist. His mouth was parted, a pretty song of whines escaping. You sucked down on his bottom lip, mirroring the action he always did when kissing you. 

“Oh, baby.” The moan came out in a gasp. His hips started stuttering, stomach clenching as he neared his release.

“Are you almost there, Spencer?”

“Yes! I’m almost there, I’m almost there baby. Please don’t stop.”

You released your grip on him. His length remained hard, standing upright as if you were still holding him.

The desperate cry that left his lips should have made you feel bad. Instead, you found yourself getting even more turned on. Sure that your thighs were slick with your wetness by now.

“Why—why did you do that?” He whimpered accusingly, as if betrayed. “I was so close.”

“Ah, I know, baby,” you faux pouted. You had to bite your lip to hold back a sadistic smile as you noticed his glossy eyes, looking more green than they usually were.

“I’m just keeping you to your promise,” you reminded him. He tilted his head like a confused puppy. “When you told me you’d always make sure to make me come first.”

“But we weren’t—”

“Uh, uh, uh,” you shushed him, index finger pressed to his lips. “Don’t you want to please me?”

He softly kissed your finger, “Of course I do.”

“Then start using your mouth for better things than complaining,” you cooed at him before carefully standing up on the bed, making your way forward until his face was right below your cunt. Spencer wiggled on the sheets until he lay flat on his back, arms in a bit of an uncomfortable position, but not enough to bother him as he had a perfect view of your dripping pussy.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in a prayer. You softly chuckled, bending your legs so that they were spread on either side of his face. Slowly, you lowered yourself until his tongue, which was already sticking out, made contact with your folds. You hissed at the sensation, your clit throbbing in the same way it always did before he ate you out.

He started lapping at your pussy, gathering your sweet slickness and spreading it over the lips. He flicked his tongue over your inner lips before sucking on them. As much as Spencer adored giving you the reins, nothing compared to the shaky, uncontrollable whimpers that left your mouth. Sounds that were made because of him. Sounds that were made for him. 

“Keep making those sounds, sweet girl,” he mumbled against your pussy, the vibrations echoing through your body.

After more worshipping kisses to your cunt, his lips finally settled down on your clit. Your back arched when he started sucking on the sensitive button while simultaneously pressing on it with the tip of his tongue. He truly was your toy, no silicone object giving you the ecstasy that he could give you. 

“Oh God, Spencer. You’re so good at this,” you stated in a heavy breath. The feeling of your orgasm coming up was close to overwhelming, and you were whimpering as your vision hazed.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh, fuck, I’m—”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence, instead crying out a moan as your release hit you. Your legs started shaking uncontrollably, your pussy pressed even harder against his mouth as you rode out the aftershocks, muffling his deep moans. The feel of his nose against your overstimulated cunt was dizzying. 

“I need to lie down,” you said, out of breath. Shaky Bambi legs as you climbed off of him. Your body didn’t allow you to move much further. Settling on lying down on top of his body, spreading your legs to give his achingly hard cock room to breathe.

Your cheek rested against his sweaty chest. Spencer reached out to trace your face, huffing in annoyance when he remembered his hands were still tied behind his back. 

He hummed when you pressed a wet kiss to his chest. “Finish for me, baby.”

Then you squeezed your thighs together. Spencer swallowed when he realized what you meant. His cock was enveloped between your plush thighs, and when he experimentally lifted his hips, he discovered how good the act felt. 

“Jesus, that’s nice,” he groaned. 

Wasting no time, he started pumping his hips up, using your thighs as a cocksleeve. The wetness that was gathered on your inner thighs (and was still dripping out of your pussy) working as lube. 

Your fingertips lazily trailed over his chest. “Doing so good for me, baby. Show me how good you can make yourself feel.”

He nodded, a whine leaving his lips as he fastened his speed. His eyes were transfixed on the curve of your ass, craning his neck to get a better look.

He’s never experienced a feeling as sentimental as this. The rough pleasure of the sex mixed with the gentleness of your head resting against him. He couldn’t get closer to Heaven than this.

“You feel so good,” he whined. “You’re not stopping me this time. Right?” He asked for confirmation, his voice shaking in doubt. 

You laughed, the sound vibrating against his chest. “That really took a toll on you, huh? I won’t, I promise.”

The slight tension in his body resolved. Making him feel enough at ease to let go. He placed his feet firmly on the bed, using his knees to lift himself up, making you let out a yelp as he fucked your thighs.

The silk wasn’t enough to hold him back, the fabric tearing as he moved his wrists. His hands immediately found your head, holding you against him as his hips stuttered. Your moans were entangled in each other as he spilled his cum all over your ass. 

His stomach clenched underneath you, and you soothingly shushed him. Reassuringly caressing his chest and shoulders as he came down from his height.

-`♡´-

“You okay?” You softly mumbled once his heartbeat had calmed down.

He nodded, a lazy smile displayed on his lips. “I’m okay.”

“I wasn’t too rough with you. Was I?”

“No,” he answered, holding you closely against him. “You were perfect.”

[mscherub]

Clinging for (Emotional) Support

Prefect needs a bit of a break after a stressful day, so they seek out their favorite person…

Reader is gender neutral, referred to as Prefect or Y/N

Warnings!: The Leech Twins… :)

These are just my headcanons!

Tags: Fluff, romantic or platonic (perceive it whichever way you’d like to), hugs and cuddles, comfort

Heartslabyul; Savanaclaw; Octavinelle (you’re here :3), Scarabia; Pomefiore; Ignihyde; Diasomnia

Intro:

You’ve had a bad day, well, a worse one than usual, and you feel like you’re on the verge of crashing out. So, you go to one of your favorite people and you cling to them for some emotional support, not doing anything else besides holding on for dear life and nuzzling your face into their chest or shoulder, not providing one bit of information as to why you’re even doing this. But, don’t worry, they care for you a lot, maybe more so than they let on <3

Riddle 🌹:

He doesn’t take to well to it at first

When you come to him looking all stressed out, he’ll obviously offer you some support and offer to talk with him about whatever is bothering you, but when you shake your head and instead wrap your arms around him and burry your face in wherever it can reach, he freezes up

“Prefect! Why are you doing this? Th-this is unacceptable! This is improper!”

He’ll turn bright red, not out of anger but out of embarrassment of the whole situation

He still won’t be totally used to it even when you keep it up, genuinely confused as to why you chose him out of all people and more importantly, keep coming back to him, but he won’t admit to it, it also helps him calm down too when you hold on

On rare occasions when he’s not too busy with other things and you two are in a more secluded place, he’ll hug you back

“Agh- again, Prefect? A little warning next time before you get all handsy with me…are you alright, though? Don’t be stressed, you’re as lovely as a rose, don’t begin to wilt simply because of a setback.”

Trey ♣️:

People rely on him, yes, but you’ve brought it to a whole new level here, like, you’re physically leaning on him now

At first he just laughs out of being surprised, but when he sees you hugging him tighter, your brows furrowed in clear stress, he’ll stop and ask what’s going on

“Hah! What’s this— oh…hey, look at me, are you ok? Do you want a sweet treat?”

He’ll wrap his arms back around you without a second thought, gently rubbing your back as well to add that extra boost of comfort

He has younger siblings so of course he’s well off in a situation like this, basically second nature at this point for him

If he’s baking, he may not have time for you to cling to him like you’d want, so he’ll apologize when he’s done with one of the baked goods and by letting you stick by him as long as you want, but he’ll try and make the time for you always

“Prefect…it’ll be alright. Want a tart? They’re freshly made, as always…anything to help you feel better.”

Cater ♦️:

Heyyy! There you are! Oh…why are you looking at him like that…that’s not good, you don’t look to good, emotionally wise…

As soon as you wrap your arms around him he’ll tense up. He’ll awkwardly look down at you and quirk an eyebrow

He’s no stranger to the emotions of people around him so he can tell something is up fairly quickly with the people close around him

“What’s wrong? Do you need Cay-kun to come to the rescue— no jokes…ok, gotcha. Spill it, Prefect, what’s the matter?”

He’s gentle about it, this type of support he learned from his sisters

He’ll lead you off to a more quieter place and just chill out with you until you either tell him what’s wrong or let go of him

He’ll try and cheer you up with taking pictures with funny filters on, if that doesn’t work, he has other methods. Maybe see what’s the spiciest thing he can eat? If you laugh at him tearing and snotting up from it, it’s worth the pain

“Ahhh, what am I gonna do with you? Wanna see Cay-Kun looking all stupid with this filter? Did you smile finally? Aweee, you’re adorbs, Prefect, smile again for me, I need to celebrate you feeling better with a post on my page!”

Ace ❤️:

He’ll try and push you off at first, he didn’t exactly see your expression so he’ll try and pry your arms off of him, huffing while doing so

Like why are you clinging to him? Hello? Earth to Prefect, get off of him now!

once he realizes there’s something up he’ll stop with trying to push you away and he’ll go quiet, awkwardly standing there and mumbling before he finally asks if something’s up

“Aye! What’s this? Get off of meeeeeee, Prefect, let go, why are you doing this— oh…um…so…are you…ok?”

He’s going to try and tease you at first, it’s an Ace thing, so don’t take it to heart, but if you won’t let up he’ll try and be a little more considerate

He’ll pat your back in an unsure manner, not quite knowing what to do, but when you don’t ease up, he decides maybe it’s best to take some action

If you want to see some magic tricks to cheer you up he’ll do it, but you gotta let go— no? Ok…he can do something else to make you better then

Reassuring words are rare from him, but he cares a lot for you, so he’ll spare a few

“Hey, it’ll be alright. Whatever happened just know I’m always here, even if I may seem like an ass half the time— ok…of course I can be honest about myself from time to time. Oh hushhhhh…I’ve got you, I just want you to be happy, smile again, looks better on you.”

Deuce ♠️:

Cue confused noises coming from him, he won’t exactly question what you’re doing, but he will he going through a whole bunch of different scenarios through his head as to why you are doing this

When he sees you’re not your normal self, the lightbulb will go off in his head and he’ll ask how you’re doing

“Uh…prefect? Are you alright? Talk to me here, what’s up? Are you hurt? No? Answer me here…”

He’ll hug you back, albeit tentatively as hell, but he doesn’t want to do anything wrong and he doesn’t want to do something that’ll upset you more, which him not doing anything might actually upset you more— anyways

He’ll keep talking to you to try and get you to rant about whatever you’re finding particularly stressful at the moment. And no, he totally won’t threaten anybody if that’s the cause of your stress, don’t think like that—

“You sure you’re ok? You’re stressed because…of a person? Prefect, I can handle them— ok, never mind. Sorry…I’ll stay right here, don’t worry. By your side as long as you want me to be. Protecting you as long as you need me to…I’ll stop being cringey…”

Leona 🦁:

Glares at you because you’re in his personal space, like what are you doing?

He can sense something is off though, it’s not that hard to tell when you wrap your arms around him and cling on for dear life like he’s gonna slip away at any moment

He’ll make a small huff and his tail will flick a few times before he asks what’s up

“Herbivore…what’s this for? Never thought you were this bold to be glued to a predator like this…not in a laughing mood, huh? Tell me what’s wrong, then get off me, I’m trying to sleep…”

Sorry not sorry, but everyone knows Leona is a dick most times, just a given fact, but in all honesty, when it comes do you he does care, even though his words sound lacking of it, he only means good

He won’t push you off, he’ll let you stick to him…actually, you know what, why not just stay with him and take a nap? I think it’d better the both of you, and you’d have time to wind down while also being with him

Few words are shared between you, but you have a cuddly lion now, so…there’s that

Win win, no?

“Mmm, no, you don’t have to go…just stay here. I’m not a complete ass, I know when someone needs a little help. Relax…no literally relax you’re moving around too much, Herbivore…”

Ruggie 💰:

Boy is he confused

Honestly, at first, bro thought he was getting robbed by someone, but when he seen it was you, he got all happy and started teasing you like normal

Then when he watches you burry your face into his clothes he knows something is not right. He’s…worried but doesn’t really know how to convey it

“Hey! Oh, prefect! Miss me that much? Shyeheehee!! Hmmm? Heyyy, what’s up with that look? Huh?”

Now he’ll try and cheer you up

His methods are a little quirky, but he’ll offer to buy you something with Leona’s money, let me rephrase, get you both something to snack on with Leona’s money

You can still chill with him, he enjoys it

“Leona’s asleep, I can go snag his wallet and I can score us something at Sam’s shop…I’ll buy the more expensive one this time I guess if it’ll cheer you up…don’t make me use Laugh with Me on you just to see you smile again— Shyeheehee! I’m messing with ya!”

Jack 🐺:

Stiffens up quite quickly. He’ll look down at you and wonder what the hell you’re trying to do but then he’ll realize that you’re not exactly at your best in this moment, he can basically feel it radiating off of you

His ears will flatten against his head, betraying how he feels almost right away.

His words are simple and few, but he does mean well and has good intentions

“What’s wrong? Why are you…so are you ok? No? Ok…can I do something to help?”

He likes to help those he holds close to him, so of course he’ll try and comfort you to the best of his abilities. You want to pet his tail? That may be a little too far—

Fine…he can let you, just this once, but if anyone sees it’s over!

“Prefect…how can I help cheer you up? I don’t think my tail is a great option…it is? I…fine, just this once I guess, if it’ll help cheer you up.”

Azul 🐙:

This is…not what he intended to happen upon seeing you, yea, no…he already has Floyd to worry about now apparently you? Yea…he stiffens up and kinda just stands there, sputtering nonsense, and then trying to push you off of him

He’ll finally take the hint when you just hug him tighter after he fails to get you off. He still won’t calm down that much

Might try and pull the business move on you, especially since you’re in such an emotionally weakened state…he won’t he would

“Prefect! I— what is— no! Hey— you…what…I don’t condone this! You’re…not ok. What do you expect me to do? Wait…actually, why don’t you come back to my office and we can discuss what I could do to assuage your ailments— no then…”

He’s kinda flattered you chose him, but it’s not like he’s really…great at comforting, he’ll try his best. You’ll have to pay him back for it later on your own time

He’ll try and talk to you about it, I don’t really see him trying to touch you or comfort you in any other way. To him, words can go a long way to help someone

“You’re in need, and that’s what our dorm specializes in the best. Can you talk about what is bothering you? I won’t use it against you…I promise. I’m not that bad. Talk to me, it’ll help clear your mind”

(Be careful, blackmail is a good thing to have, he might use whatever you say against you…)

Jade 🫧:

He’ll eerily smile at you at first, he stated he gets overheated easily so…hugs are not really preferred, but he’ll entertain you

He’s not exactly confused, rather intrigued by the whole thing. Why are you clinging to him? Exactly, why him? It’s rather interesting, and almost pathetic in his eyes, but it makes the situation all the more sweet, in his own twisted way

He’ll notice you’re out of it and gently put one hand on the small of your back, that’s the furthest he’ll go

“Oya? Hmmm…fu fu fu, this is quite interesting, no? What is it you need, Prefect? You know the motto of our dorm. I’m willing to assist in whatever you’d need…”

Like I’ve mentioned before…he likes to be relied on. So he kinda likes the situation. He’ll stay with you as long as time permits him. His smile is…far from his normal polite one.

“Prefect? You may talk to me about whatever is troubling you, but I know some humans prefer not to. You can stay by me as long as you need, but just know I may have to get to work soon. For now, however, my time is yours…”

(Y’ALL WHAT DID U EXPECT ME TO SAY, THE TWINS, as much as I love my babies 😭, THEY ARE FAR FROM INNOCENT)

Floyd 🫧:

Oh boy…

Well, here’s the thing, Floyd loves to squeeze people, but the other way around? He doesn’t prefer it…but you are his Shrimpy, so he’ll give you a pass…maybe, depending on his mood

He’ll look at you and laugh. Damn you look almost desperate. He lets you cling to him for a bit before he squeezes you back. Maybe you needed one of his “hugs” anyways…let’s just say he’s in a good mood this time

“Heh! Shrimpy…what are you doing? Oh? You seem sad…don’t be sad Shrimpy~! I can squeeze ya back too! See?”

He’s all over you, hugging, squeezing, nuzzling his face against yours. He’s all giggles, his Shrimpy is squeezing him first. It’s funny! It’s like you’re challenging him or something…

You never fail to cause trouble or stir fun around him, so he’ll stick around for a bit until it gets boring for him. Which in all honesty, it won’t.

Never boring with you around!

“Shrimpy! Aweee, cheer up! I’ll just squeeze ya harder, yea? If it helps ya feel better I will…just don’t squeeze me back too hard, you might hurt me…”

I fear my favoritism for Octavinelle always shines through…<3

Master List

Please don’t steal or copy any of my work! You may, however, reblog if you’d want to!

Pictures belong to Disney Twisted Wonderland but are edited by me :)

[dollsahoy]

Y'know that part of the hobby stash that is, technically, trash?

The items you've been squirreling away for ages, because you know they still have so much potential?

The stuff you'll never find again, because it was technically meant to be ephemera that no-one was supposed to give a second thought to before throwing it away?

The bulky packages they've been in ever since you bought them so long ago?

And, most importantly, the things that you have so much of that the storage situation is overwhelming? Hard to look at? Even harder to physically add more overlooked-by-everyone-else treasures to (which you very often do)?

This post is giving you permission to throw at least some of them away.

You can throw them all away if you want, but I know how hard that is.

Start with a little: the most broken pieces; the things already nearly used up but surely that last odd little bit will work for something, someday; 80% of each of the identical things; the parts you've tried to use for years, but it never worked out; the well-meaning gifts of generosity from people who know You Are Creative So You Will Do Something Amazing With This.

It's OK. It's not wasteful--the cumulative waste of individuals will never compare to the waste of industry. And paying attention to what you let go can help you figure out what you don't want to let back in.

And, yes, of course, giving it as a gift or having an exchange with like-minded hobby friends is an option, but make sure the recipient actually wants the stuff, and that you're not just offloading your guilt about being wasteful onto someone else.

This message brought to you by me trying to deal with the parts of the hobby stash I've denied ignored for too long.

[v-eee]

secret

jungkook x you

Jungkook and you have been secretly dating for six months. You and him keeping it a secret because Jungkook is your best friend’s ex (Soojin). It’s been three years since Jungkook and Soojin broke up, but you’re afraid your relationship might hurt her, so you choose to keep it quiet.

(i)

One night, at a mutual friend’s birthday party at a restaurant, you and Jungkook arrive separately as usual. But Jungkook can’t help feeling jealous when he sees you laughing and chatting with another guy.

. . .

The restaurant was filled with chatter, laughter, and the occasional off-key attempt at singing “Happy Birthday.”

You had come early, greeting friends, sipping on a cocktail, and, most importantly, keeping a respectable distance from Jun. You know, because rules.

Jungkook hated those rules.

From his seat at the bar, he watched as you threw your head back in laughter, playfully nudging some guy’s arm. His grip on his drink tightened. Who was this guy? Why was he standing so close? And more importantly—why the hell did he get to be the reason you were smiling like that while Jungkook had to act like some casual acquaintance?

Not that Jungkook was jealous. No. Definitely not. He was just… mildly annoyed. And okay, maybe a little jealous.

When you got up to head to the restroom, Jungkook didn’t even think—he just followed. Because rational decision-making was clearly not his strong suit tonight.

The moment you stepped into the hallway leading to the bathrooms, a strong hand grabbed your wrist and, before you could react, pulled you outside through the back exit.

"Jungkook—what the hell?!" you whisper-yelled as you found yourself pressed against the cool brick wall of the restaurant’s alley. "Are you kidnapping me? Because there are cameras, you know."

Jungkook ignored your dramatic statement, leaning in, his arms braced on either side of you. "Who was that guy?"

You blinked. "What guy?"

Jungkook huffed, clearly annoyed. "The one making you laugh like that."

You tilted your head, amused. "Like what?"

"You know what I mean! All giggly and cute and—" He paused as he caught your playful smile. He knew you liked it when he called you cute. Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I'm serious, Y/N... it’s driving me crazy.”

You tried—really tried—not to laugh. But seeing Jungkook, usually cool and composed, acting like a jealous boyfriend in a teen drama was just too good.

"Jungkook, that was Mark. Our friend Mark.” You raised an eyebrow. "You know, the one who once cried seeing me in an Olaf costume? That Mark."

Jungkook blinked. "Oh."

"Yes. Oh." You smirked, crossing your arms. "So, are we done with this little possessive boyfriend moment?"

Jungkook's face cracked into a smile, then a giggle. "Okay, fine. Maybe I overreacted."

You poked his chest. "Maybe?"

He caught your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, his voice turning softer. "I just hate pretending like we’re nothing. I hate not being able to hold you, kiss you… tell everyone you’re mine."

Your teasing expression melted slightly, your heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Jungkook got all soft.

"I know," you murmured, squeezing his hand. "But you also know why we have to do this."

Jungkook groaned. "It’s been three years since I broke up with her. I think there’s an expiration date on guilt."

You bit your lip, torn. You wanted to believe that. You wanted to be with Jungkook out in the open. But the fear of hurting your best friend still lingered.

"Just a little longer?" you asked, eyes hopeful.

Jungkook sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if I have to suffer through another night of watching you laugh with another man, I won't hesitate to hug you in front of them."

You snorted. "Oh, I’d love to see that."

Jungkook smirked. "Try me."

And just like that, the tension between you both cracked into laughter, because somehow, even in the messiest of situations, you and Jungkook always found a way back to each other.

For now, the secret stayed. But for how much longer?

[indecisiveavocado]

Sorry for the long lag; I started a draft and then kinda forgot about it for over a month.

But:

As I've said elsewhere, yes, but this is aimed at leftists, who generally (at least pretend to) decry and abhor it.

Your arguments are awful

Let's go into more detail on that second one.

You link to a post by the Times of Israel about a convert killed by the IDF and use it to support the idea that Israel is inherently antisemitic.

First of all, that was one (1) isolated incident, hardly indicative of a national pattern. If we did that, we are left in the absurd position of ISIS--you know, the Islamic terrorist group that's committing multiple genocides--being Islamophobic (they persecute Shia Muslims). I consider this a good enough argument.

But more importantly, say it was a policy. Your argument would still be wrong. Why? Guess what -- words mean things. "Israel is inherently [X]" means "no matter what you did to Israel [short of changing its core tenets, eg location, Jewishness, etc], it would still be [X]".

And in this case, if it was a policy or an organized campaign of discrimination, that can be changed without any jeopardizing of what "Israel" means. If we envisioned an Israel where that never happened and there was all of zero discrimination against Arabs, then that would still be recognizably Israeli. So, inherent? Nope. No way. It's like saying that unelected South African possibly-illegal immigrants de facto running the country is inherent to the US. It is a quirk of right now, not a fundamental property.

Finally -- are you Jewish? An expert in antisemitism (if so, what credentials do you have)? If not -- please trust us. When we say something is antisemitic, trust us. When we say something isn't antisemitic, trust us.

(I mean, I get why you wouldn't want to. It's always hard being told you're an antisemite. But don't worry, you've got lots of company.)

they're so fucking close

Reading antizionist Jewish stuff you see a lot of 'plus, zionism + israel puts Jews in danger!' Usually the implication is by progressives.

Ok, but why?

WHY?

Do the actions of [China/North Korea/Iran/Saudi Arabia/the Taliban/Myanmar/Uganda [look up its queer rights record]/etc] inspire hate against Chinese/Koreans/Persians/Saudis/Afghans/Burmese/Ugandans etc?

Why do progressives only hold people responsible when it's the Jews?

Antisemitism.

And that story about the Nazi bar applies - leftists aren't kicking the antisemites out of the bar, they're letting them stay.

Is it so much of a stretch to call the 'pro-Palestine' movement by and large antisemitic?

[heartz4levi]

HIIII do u do fluff??? I need luka alnst fluff so bad. wiege has me on a DEATHBEDDDDDD </3

if u can't, it's totally okay !! <3 lots of love, hope ur having a fantastic day!

baby you're the highlight of my lowlife !

☆ thinking abt luka + slow mornings . . .

☆ luka (alnst) ,, gn reader . . luka and reader are in an established relationship ,, just very domestic stuff ,, no further warnings. i feel like this is kind of short but i have no more ideas and i'm a bit busy today. </3

as an idol and two—time winner of hit survival show alien stage, slow mornings are a luxury luka can only afford a few times per year.

his schedule is always packed, whether it be with practice, recordings, fanmeets, appearing on variety shows and so on. from the moment he wakes up to the late hours at which luka is freed from his duties, he has to maintain the princely persona he built for himself in order to appeal to his dedicated fanbase.

when he wakes up knowing his schedule is, to everyone's surprise, completely empty, luka takes the opportunity to have a slow morning without a second thought. from the moment he goes to sleep the night before, he turns off the alarm clock that usually wakes him up in the morning's early hours, settling into bed right next to you and then drifting off into peaceful slumber.

despite his years of being an idol, exhaustion catches up to luka very quickly. chances are he will be asleep for twelve consecutive hours on his off—day at the very least. if he just so happens to wake up earlier, around the time every other responsible adult wakes up, luka doesn't complain. why? because you're not out of bed by that time.

the only words that will escape him until he gets out of bed is a groggy, soft "good morning." other than that, even if you try to talk to him, he will only respond with brief hums that sometimes mean yes, sometimes mean no depending on what it was that you just said. but if you whisper him an "i love you." filled with genuine adoration, he will mumble a "love you too." back. how could he not?

it is absolutely mandatory that you do not get out of bed until luka allows you to. he'll be attached to you like a leech, worming his way into your embrace before slinging an arm and a leg of his own over your frame. he'll rest his head on your chest, the steady beating of your heart assuring him that you're here, you're safe, you're with him. and most importantly, you won't slip through his fingers like a wind that comes and goes.

the sound of your heartbeat, the feeling of your skin beneath the tips of his fingers, the calm rise and fall of your chest as you breathe are all aspects that put luka at ease. so long as you'll keep him in your arms a while longer, he's content.

if you'll thread your fingers through his hair, luka will be questioning if he mysteriously arrived at heaven's pearly gates. untangle his blonde strands of hair with careful movements, gently scratch at his scalp with your nails and luka will be asleep in no time at all. problem is, when he's asleep, his hold on you will tighten tenfold. so don't even think about getting out of bed, it's better to just nap a while longer in tandem with him.

in conclusion, slow mornings with luka are quiet and peaceful. he's basking in your presence and vice versa after being so suffocatingly busy for weeks on end, recharging his personal battery bit by bit with each passing second that is spent cuddling in the comfort of your shared bed while rays of sunshine begin to pool into your room, illuminating it to signal the official start of the day.

[mattszombie]

FAKING IT? || M.STURNIOLO

chapter 3

enemy!matt x fem!reader

As they stepped out of the locker rooms at the same time, their paths collided, and naturally, so did their attitudes.

“I don’t know why you’re walking like you’re the MVP,” Matt said, arms crossed. “Last I checked, you missed two shots.”

Tess scoffed, adjusting the strap of her duffel bag. “And last I checked, I scored four. Which is two more than you will in your game next week.”

Matt smirked. “That’s funny. Almost as funny as you thinking you’re the better captain.”

The bickering escalated as they walked ahead, completely oblivious to the fact that both teams had fallen in step behind them, watching with amused expressions.

“They seriously can’t go five minutes without arguing,” Ethan muttered to Chris, shaking his head.

Sophie, walking alongside the girls, smirked. “At this point, it’s just foreplay.”

Jordyn snorted. “One of them is gonna snap one day, and I don’t know if it’ll end in murder or marriage.”

That was when, mid-argument, Tess and Matt seemed to realize how quiet everyone behind them had gotten. They both whipped their heads around at the same time, eyes narrowing.

“What?” Tess demanded.

“Why are you all looking at us like that?” Matt added, suspicious.

Their teams exchanged glances, biting back laughter.

“Oh, nothing,” Sophie said innocently, nudging Jordyn. “Nothing at all.”

Tess rolled her eyes and turned back around, muttering under her breath. Matt just scoffed and kept walking.

By the time they reached the parking lot, the teams split up—most of the girls piled into cars heading toward Tess’s house to help set up, while the boys went off to do whatever guys did before a party.

Tess’s house was big enough to comfortably fit half the school, which made it the perfect party spot. As soon as they arrived, the girls wasted no time getting cleaned up, taking turns showering while others started decorating.

By the time 10 p.m. rolled around, Tess had finally finished getting ready, stepping out of her bathroom in a fresh outfit, only to find her teammates still talking about the one thing she didn’t want to hear about.

Matt.

“I swear, the tension is insane,” Jordyn said, setting out snacks on the kitchen island. “Like, if they don’t hook up by the end of the season, I’ll be shocked.”

“I think they already have,” Sophie chimed in, grinning.

Tess groaned, throwing a hand in the air. “Oh my god, can we not?!”

The room fell into silence for about half a second before Sophie smirked. “Aww, is someone mad?”

“Yes. Because all of you are delusional.”

Jordyn crossed her arms. “Okay, but if you did like him—hypothetically—”

“I don’t.”

“—you wouldn’t even admit it, would you?”

Tess shot her a glare. “No, because there’s nothing to admit.”

Sophie just exchanged a knowing glance with Jordyn.

“Sure, Tess. Whatever you say.”

Tess exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples.

-

Tess was drunk. Like, properly drunk.

She was perched on the kitchen counter, a half-empty red cup in her hand, absolutely screaming the lyrics to whatever song was blasting through the speakers. Her teammates were just as hyped, dancing around and laughing at how absolutely unhinged she looked.

That was when the front door swung open, and the boys’ lacrosse team flooded in. Among them, Matt, Chris, and Nick.

Nick wasn’t on the team, but as the photographer for both lacrosse teams—and the triplet who somehow managed to tolerate the most nonsense—he was always around. Tess actually liked talking to Nick. He was fun, easygoing, and most importantly, not an annoying, insufferable ass like his brother.

So, when she spotted him walking in, she immediately dropped the scream-singing act and grinned.

“Nick!” she slurred, dramatically reaching her arms out.

Nick laughed, walking over to her. “God, how much have you had?”

“Enough,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Not enough to be dead, but enough to make this party actually fun.”

He shook his head. “You’re a mess.”

“I am the mess,” she declared proudly, gesturing vaguely to the chaos around her. “But I’m a fun mess, so it’s fine.”

Nick just laughed, leaning against the counter next to her as she kept rambling about something ridiculous—probably a mix of game highlights, why she hated Matt, and some unnecessary deep dive into why red Gatorade was the superior flavor.

And then, of course, Matt had to ruin it.

She saw him approaching out of the corner of her eye, and the moment he got close enough, she instantly hopped off the counter and made a beeline for the next room without a second thought.

Matt blinked, looking at Nick. “What the hell was that?”

Nick barely suppressed a smirk. “What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

Nick gave him a deadpan look. “Yeah, and I’m straight.”

Chris, standing nearby, nearly choked on his drink, laughing as Nick just patted Matt’s shoulder and walked away, leaving him standing there, scowling after Tess like she was the problem.

The Drink Incident

Tess had successfully avoided Matt for a solid thirty minutes, which, given their history, was a personal record.

But, of course, peace never lasted long when it came to them.

She was in the living room, laughing with Jordyn and Sophie, when she heard his voice.

“Tessa.”

She exhaled sharply through her nose before turning around. Matt stood there, arms crossed, already looking like he was gearing up for a fight.

“What do you want?” she asked, already annoyed.

“You’re wasted,” he said flatly.

She scoffed. “And you’re observant. Congrats.”

His jaw ticked. “I’m serious, Tess.”

“Yeah? And?” She took a dramatic sip of her drink. “Last time I checked, you’re not my babysitter.”

Matt narrowed his eyes. “No, but maybe you should have one, considering how reckless you are.”

“Oh, please,” she laughed, shaking her head. “You act like you’re so responsible, but let’s not forget that you got caught sneaking beers onto the team bus last season.”

Matt smirked. “Still mad you didn’t catch me first?”

Tess rolled her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re infuriating.”

The tension thickened, the rest of the party slowly tuning in, sensing another classic Matt-and-Tess blowout.

And then, because she was Tess—and because she was drunk—she did something reckless.

She grabbed her drink and, without hesitation, threw it straight at his chest.

The room collectively gasped.

Matt stood there, stunned for half a second, his once-dry shirt now completely soaked. Slowly, he looked down at the mess, then back at her.

His expression was unreadable.

Until he took a step forward, and in a calm voice, said,

“Tessa, I’m gonna kill you.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, shi—”

Before she could react, Matt lunged.

In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist, hoisted her up, and threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

Tess shrieked, kicking her legs and smacking his back. “Matt! Put me down!”

“Not a chance,” he said, already walking toward the backyard.

“Matt, I swear to God—”

“Swear all you want, Tess. You’re going for a swim.”

The crowd erupted, following them as the realization set in.

He was heading for the pool.

Tess was screaming, pounding her fists against his back. “Matt, I swear to everything—you put me down right now!”

Matt just laughed. “Nah, I think you need to cool off.”

“TELL ME YOU WOULDN’T DARE—”

They stepped outside.

And the pool was right there.

A/N: im debating on publishing chapter 4 tonight or tomorrow

[chdarling]

Re: part of your answer on a recent ask..

“I have been feeling very useless and alone lately in the face of everything happening in my country and the world. I won’t go deeply into that, but I’ve spent a lot of time unhealthily and somewhat brutally interrogating myself over what can I even do to combat all of this, when the only thing I know HOW to do is write my stupid little stories? And what good does that do anyone, really? In the face of a fascist takeover, a burning planet, a lingering (and looming) pandemic, an intolerable onslaught of grief and loss, what is the point or value of my fuckin’ Harry Potter fanfiction? Of art at all? Of me?”

Yes, communion and connection, as you say - but also, I’d like to point out something you might already know, but feels like it should be said aloud, just in case:

Your work specifically challenges the reader to look for the ways each of us can influence the world around us. Like yeah, ok, on one level it’s fuckin Harry Potter fan fiction. But it’s HP fan fiction about a time of rampant oppression, of fascism and selfishness and violence and hatred. And all the ways ordinary people, small people, seemingly insignificant people can interrupt all that.

Storytelling of any kind is community building, and we need that. But the kind of storytelling you’ve put out into the world with TLE specifically is a spark, a beacon, a bit of inspiration for the reader to find the ways they can be better, encourage others to be better, and (maybe most importantly IMO) ALLOW and ACCEPT when others do evolve - without releasing accountability.

Revolutionary acts come in lots of forms. It’s not all public stands and heroic, grand sacrifices or battles. Sometimes it’s just a vision of what we could be, if we tried, just a little. You’ve painted that picture for your audience (which is vast) with the way you write. You are writing a very clear reflection of revolution. And that’s revolutionary in itself.

K. That’s all I got. Byeeeeee

That gif is incredible punctuation to this beautiful message and I love it so much hahaha.

Thank you for these kind words. I am once again struggling to articulate a decent response, but I’m incredibly honored and touched and feeling motivated to go write some more, which is a hell of a thing for me right now. Thank you ❤️

[lilacsandstone]

making this its own post bc it ended up longer than i expected lol

a few months ago i made a post theorizing abt mumbo's lore for s10 and in retrospect the conclusion even based on ep 39 was pretty obvious However i still predicted it so yay

now onto some smaller theories ive been thinking abt since the lore drop:

i am a grumbot s10 truther. esp after all the lore in s9 with the empires crossover!! it might be a reach but i think ultimately the huge computer mumbo's building is going to be s10's version of grumbot

he hasn't kept his database updated but i'm wondering if when he built it he meant for it to connect to the computer? as like part of his memory

the main thing i'm getting tripped up on is why is there a chicken involved??? there's no way it's going to go fully according to plan, and iirc in the video he a few times describes the computer as housing his consciousness instead of a way to transfer it to something else. my gut feeling is he's going to upload his brain to the computer for the transfer, only to get stuck inside the computer. that or grian's going to get involved and complicate things lol

on the topic of grian. yes i think he's going to be part of this lore somehow. and totally not because i miss s7 and i'm delusional. the missing waffle from the start of the season just feels like a chekov's gun situation to me. like if he isn't involved in the lore AT ALL then why bother removing the waffle from the mc skin? he started aging as soon as it was gone. he had gotten it originally to replace his own soul. something happened that took grian's soul out of him, making him age rapidly/making him mortal. something is here and theres still pieces missing and its driving me crazy hgjfdg

im thinking about his starter base now too. incredibly convoluted, a home that is unreachable from the outside--you need to be (re)born into it. surrender your mortal possessions so they can be stored separately, giving yourself access to a previously locked door. meticulously end your own life to recreate a message that only you can understand. your consciousness is transferred to an enclosed, suspended space (a sort of cloud?). you can access your belongings for as long as you stay inside. mumbo's starter base wasn't separate from magic mountain row. it was the prototype.

and if you don't believe me about the bases being connected. while writing this i have picked up another piece of the puzzle. back in episode 3 of mumbo's s10, he mentions the comments were calling the mothball an impossible build structurally. do you remember what he did to make it "structurally sound?" CHICKENS. he put leads on chickens and tied the leads around fences on the support beam to look like tension cables.

so why did he abandon the mothball for this new computer? iirc, he started getting annoyed about having to remove his items each time, and not being able to access his stuff without dying each time first. there wasn't enough space in the mothball, and his items were getting stored outside instead. very inefficient. but most importantly: the structural chickens died. after that point, the mothball "fell".

so knowing that now, how is he planning on keeping this chicken alive once he puts his consciousness into it?

well! since grian is apparently the key to immortality, mumbo is putting his consciousness into poultry man.

(lmao jk for that last one could you imagine)

if you guys have any of ur own ideas/theories feel free to add onto this!! im so excited for him to reveal more of the story he's going for :D

[criticalcrusherbot]

oh my fuck you're a patronizing piece of shit, promoting yourself as you exposing their internalized bigotry and gently getting them to see the light when you're just asking leading questions to get critics and detractors to back themselves into corners  "are you mad at X or at Y?" no we're talking about A. you have so much bias you had to brand yourself as a therapist so people would see you and the beep boop as "helping" instead of someone as invested in "winning" against the opposition as your target haters as you fucking admit with your little "i win". 

What keeps you so invested in people you dislike? Do you think this much frustration over others is a productive use of your time and energy? Would you feel happier focusing on something you actually enjoy? Babe, why are you here? Why are you actively sinking time into random people you refuse to let go of?

if you have answers that justify this blog to yourself, your targets do too. the same fucking ones. 

💁🏽‍♀️: Just to clarify, I’m not a therapist—I never claimed to be. But I have been learning how to ask questions that help people examine their own feelings. So let’s take a step back: what exactly is fueling all this frustration? Because the first thing you typed was “oh my fuck you’re a patronizing piece of shit.” That’s… a strong reaction to someone simply having a different perspective on a cartoon. What about reading my thoughts made you that angry?

And yes, we all have biases. My bias is that I like the show. Your bias is that you don’t. How is my perceived condescension any worse than the rudeness and insults flung by the anti I’ve been debating at anyone who disagrees with her?

I’ll answer your questions first 🥰

1. I like analyzing my favorite media, and most of my posts are just that—analysis, not responses to specific users. Unfortunately, it’s impossible to exist in this fandom without running into you guys, so countering critiques is a fun way for me to refine my own interpretation of the show’s themes and characters. It’s engaging!

2. I’m not frustrated at all. I did competitive debate back in the day, and I used to write analytical essays about Naruto, Avatar, and other media. Like I said, it’s fun! So yes, this has been a very productive use of my time and energy—thanks for checking in!

3. I enjoy analyzing Helluva Boss, but I also have other hobbies like writing fanfiction, making friendship bracelets, and reading on my Kindle. Spending time on this, in addition to my other hobbies and with my friends and family, has been a lovely and fulfilling way to use my energy. Appreciate the concern 🥰

4. I’m here because 80% of my time on this site is spent enjoying a show I like—until critics decide to hop onto my blog 😂

Now that that’s out of the way—oh, I am trying to win. That’s the point of debate. I blur out usernames when I start things so antis don’t get any hate, but if antis engage with my posts directly? Yeah, I’m going to try and win—especially when the argument isn’t strong. (TBH it would be more fun if I could find more well thought out criticisms. But unfortunately they are few and far between 😩) imho generally speaking, if you’re going to tout moral superiority for not liking a show, at least have a solid argument.

But my issue isn’t that you or other antis dislike the show. What I’m actually noticing is this weird tendency to treat obsessively hating a piece of media as a kind of moral high ground, and when someone challenges that, they’re dismissed as “patronizing” or a “brain-dead stan.” Why is that? What makes your stance so untouchable? And more importantly—why does it make you so mad?

These are just drawings—they can’t hurt you. But the impulse to demonize media simply because it doesn’t align with personal moral standards? That kind of rigid thinking has led to some troubling patterns throughout history, and it’s something worth reflecting on.

Thanks for the ask, Babe 😘💖

[nicolos]

you know I am just obsessed with how much Milner vacillates in s2 about finding out what he did to it. like the moment philip is invoked it stops being about janus - if, in fact, it has been for any point since "you are a fucking god." she fully says "we lost him" and means it, and while she's clearly mad about him having made a change, it's less to do with the principle she's very fucking clear about early on and much more to do with the incredible thing they've done together. jessica is philip's baby but janus is THEIRS. it's her child with him.

and then. "you did it for HER?" not for us? not for that separation of ours, that little platform where it was just us and nobody else mattered? to save Her? but it's alright. she'll pardon him choosing his child if she can also have theirs. it's only a few - million - casualties. they're trying to save a species here: that will be what she and philip give the world

[spideypawz]

Roxypool. satisfying my need for crossovers one day at a time.

[thesunoficaruss]

I fear there's a reason for buddie being my favourite ship and it's because one of my favorite tropes is when someone who thinks they're unlovable, or irredeemable, or that they're not worthy of attention is given it all so freely and so effortlessly that they have no choice but to accept it.

[chirpsythismorning]

“Mike said his life started the day he found El in the woods, which was technically the following night. What he said had nothing to do with offending Will because he went missing the day before.”

[welcometogrouchland]

I miss them so bad (Dick and Damian)