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brattyspence Ā· 1 day ago
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virginia is for lovers | s.reid
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summary: model!reader accidentally exposes their relationship through a soft launch instagram post
tags: model!reader x spencer, penelope included <3, smau
a/n: this is kinda short n pointless but i wanted a reason to write reader tweeting abt spencer and its been in my drafts for weeks so
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Spencer had worked hard to keep you a secret.Ā 
Not because he wasnā€™t thrilled to be in your life, because he really, really was. Historically, things had a tendency to go south as soon as word got out, especially when it came to his personal life.Ā 
You had met in a bookstore. It was a short interaction; you were busy debating which translation of The Stranger was most appropriate to read. You must have been standing in the aisle of the bookstore a little too long, holding two copies side by side, when he had offered his two cents on the matter.
Typically, you werenā€™t one to entertain conversation in public. Nine times out of ten, youā€™d get one word in before the inevitable ā€œPlease can I take a picture? I love your blog so much!ā€, but this was different. You werenā€™t even sure he had even seen your face before he started talking to you. He wasnā€™t initially trying to hit on you, either. He was genuinely excited that someone was willing to listen to him ramble about the differences between the Ward and Guilbert translations, so when you responded in such a way that asked him to continue on, he was surprised.Ā 
That day, youā€™d left the store with four more books than intended, and a single bookmark where he had written his phone number after you asked for it.Ā  He had asked you for your name; a confirmation that he actually had no idea who you were.Ā 
The rest was history. You saw him whenever possible, spent nights on the phone together, and flew across the country often just to see him. You loved having a relationship that didnā€™t need to be public, but you were also excited to share bits of it with the world.
It was late at night, and he was sitting at his desk in the bullpen, trying to finish the last of the paperwork heā€™d been assigned, when he heard commotion from Penelopeā€™s office. He figured it was nothing new; probably just some news about the royal family or one of the real housewives again, but sheā€™d thrown her door open in such a way that it garnered attention from everyone in the office.
ā€œSpencer Reid,ā€ She gripped her phone and rushed across the room with determination. ā€œDo you have something you want to share with me?ā€
He looked up from his paperwork, furrowing his eyebrows. ā€œWhat are you talking about?ā€
ā€œWhy are you on my Instagram feed?ā€ She placed her phone on his desk in front of him.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m not on instagram,ā€ he replied.Ā 
ā€œOh, but you are,ā€ she said. ā€œYou are such a little liar. I canā€™t wait to tell Derek about this.ā€
She pushed his paperwork aside, plopping her phone down in front of him. It was a slideshow on instagram. A photo of the most recent bouquet he bought for you. A few from the museum youā€™d visited together, including several where his hands or shoes were visible, but nothing that really pointed to him. He could almost make the argument Penelope was mistaken, until the last photo, which included just enough of his apartment to confirm her questioning.
ā€œYou said you were seeing someone and I thoughtā€¦ someone from a chess tournament, or maybeā€¦ oh, I don't know. Literally anyone else? But you bagged a model?ā€Ā 
ā€œI-ā€ he sighed. ā€œHow did you find her?ā€
ā€œI didnā€™t find her, Spencer. Iā€™ve followed her for years! I see her posts all the time. I canā€™t believe you.ā€
He scrolled down.
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@yourusername: virginia is for lovers :)Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  posted 12 hours ago
ā†Ŗ @randomuser1: GIRL STOP TEASING WHO IS HE
ā†Ŗ @randomuser3: iā€™ve been trying to figure it out since that tweet last month šŸ˜ž
ā†Ŗ @randomuser2: this is the sweetest soft launch iā€™ve ever seen <3
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He clicked onto your profile.Ā 
@yourusernameĀ 
5.2M Followers
Followed by @jjareau, @emp.sergio and more
ā€œYouā€™ve got to see her Twitter, lover boy. Sheā€™s been gushing about you.ā€
ā€œOh, god,ā€ he groans. So much for privacy. He lets her take the phone back, redirecting his attention to your Twitter page. She scrolls back to June before handing it over, letting him read in chronological order.
June 10
@yourusername: hot girl summer is officially over. just asked a man for HIS number.
June 25
@yourusername: is it offensive to men if you call them pretty? bc this man is rlly prettyĀ 
@yourusername: update: apparently it is not :)
July 30:
@yourusername: good morning text + picture of a dog that he claims reminded him of me???? gonna ask for his hand in marriage
August 15
@yourusername: up til 2 bc hes explaining quantum mechanics to me šŸ§ššŸ»
@yourusername: embarrassed to say that form of dirty talk worked on meĀ 
August 20
@yourusername: oh btw im a girlfriend now!
ā†Ŗ@yourfan1: look u long enough wtf girl
ā†Ŗ@yourusername: dw im locking him down šŸ«”
ā†Ŗ@yourfan2: thats OUR man now šŸ’˜
ā€œOh, wow.ā€
She takes the phone back. ā€œWhy didnā€™t you tell anyone? Or me? Oh, this is great news. Youā€™re bringing her to Rossiā€™s next, week, right?ā€
ā€œI- Pen, I have no idea.ā€ He laughs. He watches her type away on the device aggressively. ā€œAre you texting everyone?ā€
ā€œYuh-huh. I need to call JJ, likeā€¦ yesterday. And this isn't the end of this conversation!ā€ She darted back into her office quickly, letting the door fall shut behind her.
He decided his remaining paperwork could wait. He packed his things up in a hurry, and decided to head out of the office, dialing your number on the way out.Ā 
You picked up on the first ring.Ā 
ā€œHey,ā€ you started. ā€œHow was work? Are you heading out?ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ He started. He pushed through the glass doors of the office, staring towards the stairwell. ā€œIt wasā€¦ busy. I just had a really interesting conversation with my coworker.ā€
ā€œMhmā€¦ā€ You had been lounging in your hotel room waiting for his call. ā€œAbout..?ā€
ā€œYou, actually.ā€ He replied. ā€œShe follows you on instagram. Apparently most of the office does. She showed me your post today.ā€
ā€œOh,ā€ you replied. ā€œOh god, Spence. Iā€™m sorry. I didnā€™t thinkā€¦ anyone would be able to tell who you were.ā€
He laughs. ā€œYeah, wellā€¦ I work with someā€¦ characters. Itā€™s totally fine, though.ā€
ā€œAre you sure?ā€ You ask, anxiously.
ā€œYeah. It was cute,ā€ he replied, smiling to himself as he exited the building. ā€œTasteful.ā€
ā€œThat's what I wanted,ā€ You reply.
ā€œI thought Twitter was much more interesting, though.ā€
You froze, cringing. ā€œOh, god. Tell me you didn't read all of it.
He chuckles. ā€œI skimmed it.ā€
You groan.Ā 
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readwritealldayallnight Ā· 8 hours ago
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im on my knees begging for jealous Simon headcanons šŸ§ŽšŸ»ā€ā™€ļø
The thing about Simon is, he really has no reason to get jealous when it comes to you, and he knows it
He knows there isnā€™t anyone else who could make you smile so much your cheeks hurt, no one else who could make you laugh until you claim youā€™re going to pee your pants, no one else who could make you feel as good as he does, in oh so many ways, because you tell him so
You tell him that those same feelings of being loved, understood, appreciated, and wanted, those very feelings that you make him feel each and every day, he gives them back to you a thousand times over
He knows when you look in his eyes and tell him that you love him, that there isnā€™t a doubt in your mind that he is the only one for you, and nothing or anyone could ever change that
Youā€™re as smitten with him as he is with you
Still though, Simon does have eyes
And while the logical part of his brain is telling him that heā€™s got no reason to be gritting his teeth and clenching his fists underneath the table, he canā€™t help but grow more and more frustrated with the way Soap and Gaz continue to flirt shamelessly with you
To be fair, you had warned him that keeping your relationship a complete secret from everyone would likely result is moments where Simon would have to watch you get hit on, and simply have to grin and bear it
That didnā€™t mean it was any easier, watching his only best mates try and work their charm on you, all while he sits at the same table and watches you roll your eyes at their advances
ā€œAw, come on love, just one chance, sā€™all I ask for!ā€ The handsome, young sergeant practically whines to you, cheeky grin plastered across his features as he tries in vain to convince you to let him take you out some time
ā€œPfft, yeā€™d be nothinā€™ but a waste oā€™ her time, Garrick. We wouldnā€™t even ā€˜ave to to leave base for me to show ye a good time, bonnie.ā€ The Scotsman winks at you, pointedly ignoring the way Gaz elbows him in the ribs at his comment
Throughout the entire exchange, Ghostā€™s gaze has never left your face, watching every time you scoff and roll your eyes at the menā€™s antics, reminding himself that youā€™re his, and he is yours, and the two sergeants are nothing more than pains in both of your asses
Finished with your pitiful meal from the dining hall, you stand from the table with your tray gathered in your hands, flipping your hair over one shoulder as you look towards the men trying to win your affection
ā€œOnce again, gentleman,ā€ you say to them, knowing that theyā€™re listening to your every word and watching your every move. ā€œI donā€™t fraternize with colleagues. At least not the Sergeants.ā€
The two men groan in feeble protest at the mention of their ranks, having heard this reasoning from you before
ā€œAch, what if I get myself demoted, lass? I ken I could do that, easy!ā€ Soap teases you, only kind of joking
ā€œMmm, donā€™t think thatā€™ll work.ā€ You reply, beginning to slowly walk away from the group, but not before glancing over you shoulder to lock eyes with Ghost and add, ā€œYou might have to become a Lieutenant. Those are more my type.ā€
The two Sergeants are staring after you, slightly gobsmacked, while their Lieutenant hides an overly smug and satisfied grin beneath his mask, shielding the pride that spread through him at your words
ā€œShite, sounds like you might ā€˜ave a chance, LT.ā€ Soap laughs, smacking Ghost across the shoulder in a playful gesture, thinking that the larger man would never actually pursue you, let alone sleep in your bed almost every night
Itā€™s a few weeks later when you and the rest of the 141 are all out for drinks at a nearby pub however, when Simon finds his instincts growing stronger than his insecurities
Because thatā€™s just it isnā€™t it? Heā€™s not feeling insecure when he sees you walk towards the bar by yourself to order a new drink, at least a dozen pairs of eyes watching you weave through the crowd in hopes of making a move on you
Heā€™s not feeling insecure when he watches some tipsy idiot try and pretend heā€™s drunker than he really he is when he ā€˜accidentallyā€™ bumps into you, apparently feeling the need to put his hands on you as he apologizes
Heā€™s not feeling insecure when he watches you shove the guy off, reading your lips he knows so well as you tell the guy youā€™re not interested, nor is he insecure when he knows the idiot wonā€™t give up that easily, likely asking if youā€™re here alone before you point over to where the 141 have overtaken a booth in the back
No, he certainly isnā€™t feeling insecure when he sees that the man never bothers glancing back to the table, still trying to land a hand on your body somewhere, when Simonā€™s instincts take over, rising from his seat without a word to the men who glance his way and ask where heā€™s going suddenly
Heā€™s acting on pure instinct as he stalks over to you, the crowd parting for his large frame to move by without hesitation, locking eyes with you just as he lands a massive skull gloved hand on the tosserā€™s shoulder, wringing him around to face him
Your would be admirer isnā€™t feeling so confident now when heā€™s staring up at a 6ā€™4ā€ wall of muscle donned in all black apart from the white markings of his skull balaclava
If he were a more jealous man, Simon might take more time to admire the way you can practically hear this idiot gulp over the loud sounds of the music, the way his eyes bulge out of his head and how he looks nearly ready to piss himself on the spot
But your man knows who he is to you, and so instead he shoves the geezer away, turning to face you as one hand lifts up the bottom of his balaclava, just far enough to swoop down and meet your lips in a passionate tangle of tongue and teeth, tasting the alcohol on each otherā€™s breath and the desire in your systems, a kiss that says to everyone else watching, including the bewildered Captain and Sergeants gawking from across the room, that you are his and his alone
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saintastrophel Ā· 2 days ago
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Anyone notice in the kitchen scene that whenever the camera cuts to Lucanis, he's looking either at Rook or at the fire. Spite rushes to his side, demanding to be heard, but Lucanis swiftly turns his head in an attempt to not even look at him. I wonder if throughout the scene, Spite had been trying to get his attention the entire time, appearing in his line of sight wherever it was pointed.
Then, Lucanis says talking doesn't work on Spite, but clearly, it does. He listened to Lucanis and accepted their deal in the Ossuary. Spite is a yapper. He loves to talk. Petty little comments of pain are his specialty. "He doesn't want to hurt you. How rare. Everyone else does!"
He sees he's losing his chance to talk someone else other than Lucanis about their deal. "I want to talk to Rook!" Ignored. Upset and spiteful, he breaks Lucanis' nose.
Because talking doesn't work for Lucanis. This man would rather attempt to stab a cloud than utter a word about what's going on inside.
But that's not getting the reaction he wanted. Lucanis is used to tanking pain. So they're getting NOWHERE together. Lucanis' mind is so locked down, he doesn't realize he never fulfilled his part of the contract with Spite and that's why Spite throws his tantrums.
Idk I just am fascinated with that scene because it communicates so much of their dynamic. I love them.
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rafesapologist Ā· 2 days ago
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wise man ā”€ jj maybank
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summary: jj is suddenly spiraling.
warnings: unedited, angst, plot twist, violence, blood
author's note: this plot is also not the exact same as season 4, just inspired by it so some things have been changed
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This was the worst you'd seen JJ spiral in the 12 years you'd known him.
After being gone all night, he finally returned to the chateau, nothing short of maniacal and fuming. He burst through the front door, ignoring the confused looks plastered on his friends' faces. Instead of sparking up his usual conversation about whatever unusual discoveries he'd made, he made a beeline straight to his room.
"Uh, what the hell was that?" John B asked, his voice tinged with perplexity. Everyone exchanged glances, their faces mirroring the same confusion.
"No idea," Pope replied, just as uncertain as the rest of them.
You sat there in silence, a fretful look etched across your face. JJ had left early that morning without saying where he was going or why. You figured it was better not to ask, given the frantic way heā€™d left. You thought maybe heā€™d gone off to blow off some steam or handle errands, but based on his state now, you knew something far graver was at play.
You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap while your friends continued tossing around theories about what was wrong with JJ. But you couldnā€™t focus on their wordsā€”your own mind was too busy, running through the worst possibilities. Their voices blended into a distant echo, drowned out by the rush of your thoughts. It wasnā€™t like JJ to return so heated, especially without acknowledging any of his friends. Especially not you.
"Y/n?" Sarahā€™s voice cut through the fog of your mind, soft but urgent.
"We thought maybe you should go check on him," she suggested plainly, her eyes fixed on you, the others waiting for your reaction.
You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. Your gaze flickered nervously across the room, desperately trying to read everyone's expressions, searching for some answer in their eyes.
"Why me?" you asked rather anxiously. Everyone exchanged glances, the answer written plainly on their faces: you know why. It was no secret that you and JJ had grown closer over the past two years, teetering on the edge of something more than just friendship. If anyone could get through to him and find out what was wrong, it was most likely going to be you.
You knew they weren't going to let you refuseā€”partly because they wanted answers, and partly because they were just plain nosy. They were all looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to be the one to break the ice. You sighed, feeling the weight of their pressure as you pushed yourself up off the couch.
"Alright, I'll go talk to him," you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else. You could feel their eyes on you as you made your way toward JJ's room, uncertainty following you with every step.
"Jayj?" You knocked softly, pressing your ear against the door. "It's just me."
The silence on the other side was deafening, so quiet you could practically hear the pounding of your own heartbeat. Seconds stretched into what felt like hours as you stood there, holding your breath, waiting for any sign of acknowledgmentā€”a word, a movement, the creak of the door opening.
But there was nothing. Just that heavy, unbearable silence.
You knocked again, this time with a bit more urgency. The fear of what might be happening on the other side gnawed at you. "JJ, I just need to know that you're okay," you said softly, your voice tinged with a pleading desperation.
You held your breath, straining to listen for any hint of movement. The silence felt like it was swallowing you whole, the anxiety building with each passing second. Just as you were about to turn away, convinced he wasn't going to respond, you heard itā€”the faint creak of the door opening.
JJ stood in the doorway, his hair disheveled, his eyes clouded and unreadable. He looked like a shadow of himself, the usual spark in his gaze replaced by something darker and more distant. For a moment, neither of you said a word. The silence between you felt heavy, filled with all the things you wanted to ask but didn't know how to.
You shifted uncomfortably under his burning stare, your mind racing to find the right thing to say, but coming up empty. "Are you... okay?" you finally managed to cough out, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes flicked away from his, unable to hold his intense gaze for long. You found yourself staring at the floor instead, the tension between you nearly suffocating.
JJ let out a low, sinister chuckle, the kind that made your stomach twist. It was the kind of laugh that told you everything was anything but okay. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends as if trying to ground himself. The motion was tense, almost frantic.
You looked at him with furrowed brows, the unease settling deep in your chest. Without saying another word, you took a step forward and slipped inside his room, gently shutting the door behind you. The soft click of the latch seemed to echo in the tense silence.
Turning to face him, you found JJ still staring at you, his expression blank but his eyes filled with a storm of emotions he was barely holding back. You took a slow, steady breath, trying to keep your own voice calm despite the worry gnawing at you.
"Tell me what's going on, Jay," you said, your voice gentle but firm. You met his gaze, refusing to look away this time. Whatever it was that had him spiraling, you needed to know. And you werenā€™t going to leave until he let you in.
"This has to stay between us, Y/n," JJ said, his voice frantic, barely above a whisper. His eyes locked onto yours, the sincerity and desperation in his gaze making your chest tighten. "If I tell you, you can't tell anyone else. Please."
You nodded slowly, swallowing hard. "Okay, I won't," you responded flatly, keeping your tone steady. You didnā€™t want to push him any further, not when he was so close to the edge.
JJā€™s hands trembled slightly as he ran them through his hair again, a shaky exhale escaping his lips. He looked at you like he was searching for somethingā€”maybe reassurance, maybe the strength to say what he needed to say.
"Luke isn't my dad," he blurted out, his voice cracking on the last word.
The room fell into a heavy silence. For a moment, you weren't sure if you had heard him correctly. You half-expected him to take it back, to say heā€™d worded himself wrong. But he didnā€™t. He just stood there, his shoulders tense, waiting for your reaction.
Your eyes widened as you absorbed the weight of his confession, struggling to process it. "How do you know?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You forced yourself to stay calm, fighting to keep the shock from seeping into your tone. The last thing you wanted was to set him off even more.
JJ let out a shaky breath, his eyes darting away, unable to meet yours. It was as if the truth was too heavy to hold onto, slipping from his grasp now that it was out in the open.
"He told me," JJ muttered, his voice breaking. "He told me he wasn't my real dad."
The room felt like it was spinning around you. The shock of his words hit you like a wave, and you struggled to keep your expression neutral, not wanting to add to the storm already brewing inside him. "When did he tell you?" you asked gently, taking a cautious step closer.
"Last night," JJ admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, trying to fight back the tears threatening to spill. "I pushed him. I kept asking why he was like this, why he treated me the way he did. And he just snapped. He said I wasnā€™t his problemā€”that I never was. That I wasnā€™t even his kid.ā€
You winced at his revelation, the pain of Luke's words hitting you as if they were directed at you. Hearing them through JJ's voice, raw and broken, made it feel like a knife twisting in your chest. Your expression softened, filled with a deep, aching pity. The urge to pull him into your arms, to somehow absorb his pain and take it away, surged inside you.
"Oh, Jay..." you muttered, almost to yourself, your voice barely above a whisper. You reached out a hand but hesitated, unsure if heā€™d let you touch him in the moment of vulnerability. "This isnā€™t your fault," you continued, your tone weary. "You were just a kid. None of this is on you."
JJā€™s reddened blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears, one almost slipping free before he hastily wiped it away, as if even a single tear would break the fragile control he clung to. He shook his head, almost violently, as though he could shake off the truth itself. His jaw clenched tight, the muscle in his cheek ticking with every beat of his fraying composure.
"It doesnā€™t matter now," he spat, his voice brittle and sharp, tinged with a bitterness that made your heart twist painfully in your chest. "My whole life has been a lie, Y/n. Everything I thought I knewā€”itā€™s all bullshit. The guy I thought was my dad? Heā€™s nothing but an abusive piece of shit who took out his rage on me because he could. And nowā€¦ I canā€™t help but wonder if things couldā€™ve been different. If Iā€™d known my real dad, maybe I wouldnā€™t have spent my whole life thinking I was the problem. That I was the reason I was never good enough."
His words cut through the silence like shattered glass, sharp and jagged. You could see the rage roiling in his eyesā€”the deep-seated hurt and betrayal, tangled with a rage so fierce it almost felt like it could set the room on fire. His lip quivered, and his hands curled into tight fists at his sides, as though he could crush the pain away with sheer force.
"I hate him," JJ muttered, his voice low, trembling with a fury that seemed to burn him from the inside out. "I hate that he lied to me. That he made me believe I was his son, only to turn around and make me feel like I was nothing. Like I didnā€™t matter. And now Iā€™m stuck with this... this gaping hole in my chest. All Iā€™ve got are these questions I canā€™t answer and a childhood I canā€™t get back. Nothing can change that. No words can erase what Iā€™ve been through."
The anger in his eyes was raw, searing, but behind it, you could see the deep, aching hurt. He was trembling, his whole body taut like a bowstring about to snap. He looked like he was holding back a flood, desperately trying to keep himself from crumbling under the weight of it all.
Your heart ached at the sight of him standing there, so broken yet still holding onto the frayed edges of his pride. You took a step closer, moving slowly as if approaching a wounded animal, afraid that even the smallest movement might push him over the edge. Gently, you placed a hand on his arm, feeling the tremble of his muscles beneath your fingers.
"Jay," you whispered, your voice gentle but laced with a tinge of fear. You could feel the tension radiating off him, like he was barely holding himself together. "I know nothing can change what's been done," you continued softly, your words careful and deliberate. "And Luke... he was a horrible father. But what he did to youā€”that doesnā€™t define who you are. If anything, it only shows how fucked up he is, not you."
You watched JJā€™s expression falter, the anger dissolving into something far more vulnerableā€”defeat. For a moment, you feared he might push you away, retreat behind that wall of bravado and anger he often used to protect himself. But instead, he looked at you, his eyes clouded with exhaustion, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of his revelation was finally too much to bear.
ā€œWhatā€™s worse,ā€ he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, ā€œis who my real dad is.ā€
Your breath hitched, a wave of unease creeping up your spine. You swallowed thickly, bracing yourself for whatever he was about to say, though you knew nothing could have prepared you for this moment. ā€œWho?ā€ you asked, the word slipping out almost involuntarily, like you had to hear it from him to believe it.
JJā€™s gaze darted away, his eyes fixing on the floor as if he couldnā€™t bear to meet yours. He let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. ā€œChandler Groff.ā€
The name struck you like a lightning bolt, leaving you stunned. Chandler Groffā€”the man who had been nothing but a shadowy figure in your and your friends' latest troubles. You had met him just once, in that cobweb-covered mansion, where his strange demeanor and intense fixation on the cursed amulet had left you all feeling uneasy. It was hard to believe that the same man pushing so relentlessly for your friends' to complete Wes' mission, the same man who insisted on the curseā€™s reality, was JJā€™s biological father.
Your mouth went dry as you tried to process the new connection. ā€œChandler Groff?ā€ you repeated, more to yourself than to JJ. The pieces began to click togetherā€”the urgency, the obsession with the amulet, his strange behavior after Wesā€™s sudden death. It was as if a curtain had been lifted, revealing a truth far more twisted than you could have imagined.
ā€œYeah,ā€ JJ spat bitterly, his eyes filling with a mixture of pain and fury. ā€œThe guy whoā€™s been trying to manipulate us into handing over that stupid amulet. The same guy whoā€™s got the cops breathing down our necks over Wesā€™s death. Thatā€™s who my real dad is.ā€
You took a step closer, feeling the gravity of JJā€™s emotions pull you in, the betrayal and anguish radiating off him like a palpable force. Your chest tightened at the sight of him, broken and raw in a way you had never seen before. ā€œI canā€™t believe this,ā€ you whispered, your voice thick with sorrow. ā€œIā€™m so sorry, Jay.ā€
JJā€™s face twisted in frustration, his jaw clenching as he shook his head vehemently. ā€œNo,ā€ he snapped, his tone sharp but wavering. ā€œNo more sorries. I donā€™t want your pity or anyone else's. Iā€™m done thinking about it, done feeling sorry for myself.ā€ His voice cracked, revealing the thin line between his anger and despair. He took a deep breath, his fists curling at his sides as he forced himself to look at you.
ā€œWeā€™ll find that bastard,ā€ he continued, his voice low but filled with a burning resolve. ā€œChandlerā€™s up to something, and whatever it is, it canā€™t be good. Heā€™s been playing us from the start. All that crap about Wesā€™s mission and the curseā€”it was all just a setup. We need to figure out what he really wants before he makes his next move.ā€
You nodded, a determined look crossing your face. ā€œThen thatā€™s what weā€™ll do. Weā€™ll get to the bottom of this together, Jay. Whatever Chandlerā€™s planning, heā€™s not going to get away with it."
For a fragment of a moment, JJ's expression eased. He took in a deep sigh as though your words breathed life back into him, exemplified by the way his fists unclenched themselves and the veins in his neck disappeared.
"I'm sorry if I worried you earlier," he mumbled an apology, his voice full of regret, "I wasn't thinking. As soon as I heard the news I.. I just saw red." His confession was candid, as if he was slowly coming to terms with everything he had just learned in the past 24 hours.
You took a sigh of relief mentally, giving JJ a faint smile of approval. "It's okay, I don't blame you for it. I think I would've done the same," you reassured with buoyancy in your voice, "maybe worse."
JJ replied to your sentiment with a faint chuckle and a tenuous head shake, appreciating your wit in the wake of the chaos plaguing his life.
"Y/n?" JJ muttered, his voice nearly mute.
"Yeah?"
"I don't know what I'd do without you. I don't think I could handle this if you weren't here." He admitted with of tone of gravitas that you had never heard from him before. You knew that what he was saying was vulnerable for him to confess, which made your heart flutter in your chest.
"I don't think I deserve that much credit," you joked, trying to break up the tension that filled the room between the two of you. You wanted to be raw and honest with him, to tell him you look for him in every man you meet, but it didn't feel like the right time to do so. Not when he was still processing the news about his father.
"You don't even realize how much you do for all of us, for me." This was a side of JJ you hadn't seen much before, maybe in glimpses, but never fully. He was standing in front of you, his eyes still adorned with sorrow but masked by the veneration he had for you. You felt small under his burning gaze but he held his eye contact, although you swore he secretly knew how you were crumbling beneath his stare.
"Jayā€”"
"Will you just stay with me tonight?" JJ softly implored, his desperate eyes making it hard for you to say 'no'.
"But what if they ask why I was in here all night? You know they're nosy."
"Let them ask," he shrugged, lying down on the bed next to you, "c'mon. Just for tonight."
He was convincing, but it didn't help that you already had a burning penchant for him. You stood there for a moment as you took in his figure, tragically beautiful and maimed by malice in an unjustly harsh life. His eyes felt haunting to look at as they painted a picture of the grief he so desperately tried to run away from, but he couldn't hide it from you.
"Okay," you silently replied.
You slid off your shoes and delicately climbed your way next to the empty spot in the bed next to JJ. A pair of cerulean eyes stayed glued to you as you nuzzled carefully under the covers. You dare not look over as he watched you in fear that you would make things awkward if you acknowledged his glance.
Once you felt situated, you closed your eyes in hopes that you would quickly fall asleep and get through the night, but before you could drift off you felt an arm drape over your waist and pull you in. JJ gently placed your head into his chest, letting you feel the beating of his heart in the dead of silence. You didn't move. You wanted to take in the moment and capture it in your mind, knowing that one day you'd look back at where you were and admire whatever happened right then.
ā€”
"Okay, this is a lot to take in," Pope interrupted, his voice breaking the heavy silence that had enveloped the room. "But we need to stay focused. Chandlerā€™s part in all thisā€”his connection to JJā€”it complicates everything. We can't just let it slide."
You looked over at JJ, his frustration and sarcasm evident in his posture as he leaned back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest. "Tell me about it," he scoffed, his tone sharp, the sarcasm almost like a shield to deflect the rawness of what he had just shared.
Kiara leaned forward, her brow furrowed in thought as she looked between you and JJ. "So what do you suggest we do?" she asked, her voice steady, but the urgency was clear. "Because this... this whole thing is a mess."
JJ sat back against the couch, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he stared at the floor, his eyes distant. "I don't know," he muttered, frustration creeping into his tone. "I just... I need answers. We all do. Chandler Groffā€”heā€™s been playing us this whole time. And I donā€™t care what it takes, weā€™re going to find out what the hell he really wants from us."
Kiara exchanged a glance with Pope, then turned her gaze back to JJ, her expression serious. "We have to be careful. If we push too hard, we could end up walking right into his trap."
JJ nodded slowly, his jaw clenched, the tension radiating off him. "I know. But we need to find out what he's planning before he fucks us over." His voice was tight with anger and desperation, as if the weight of everything was finally hitting him.
Kiara gave a sharp nod, her expression resolute. "We canā€™t let him get away with whatever this is. But we need a plan. We canā€™t just go in blind."
Pope crossed his arms, clearly deep in thought. "Agreed. If weā€™re gonna do this, we need to stay one step ahead of him. Maybe we start by finding out more about Chandlerā€™s connection to that amulet. The whole curse thing doesn't add up."
You looked between them, your mind racing. "And we need to figure out who else heā€™s been talking to, whoā€™s been helping him. We might have enemies we donā€™t even know about yet."
JJ glanced at you, his eyes softer now, but still burning with that same fury. "Exactly. We need answers, and we need them fast." His tone dropped as he added, "I donā€™t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything's normal."
"So we'll go find him," John B stated flatly, joining in on the commotion. His voice was steady, but there was an underlying edge to it that matched the intensity in the room.
JJ looked at him, eyes narrowing with determination. "Yeah. We find Chandler, get answers, and make him tell us exactly what the hell heā€™s after. No more games."
"Alright," Pope sighed, shaking his head but with a hint of resolve creeping in. "Then letā€™s do this."
He stood up, adjusting his shirt, the weight of the decision hanging in the air. Kiara let out a quiet breath, glancing at each of her friends as if to make sure they were all on the same page.
"Alright," she said, her voice firm despite the tension. "We stick to the planā€”find Chandler, get answers, and stay smart about it."
JJ, now more determined than ever, stood up, the raw emotion in his eyes still burning, but his posture more focused than before. "Weā€™ll go in, weā€™ll make him talk, and weā€™re walking out with answers. No oneā€™s leaving empty-handed." His tone was cold, cutting through the room like a sharpened blade.
John B, always the one to lighten the mood, gave a half-grin, though it didnā€™t quite reach his eyes. "Letā€™s just hope Chandler doesnā€™t decide to pull some crazy stunt. Iā€™d prefer a calm confrontation over a full-out brawl."
You couldnā€™t help but chuckle lightly at John Bā€™s attempt to inject some humor into the moment. But as you glanced at JJ, you saw the weight of everything he was carrying on his shoulders, and it was clear that this wasnā€™t just another adventure to him. This was personal.
"Weā€™ve got your back, Jay," you said, your voice soft but steady. "Weā€™re in this together."
JJ looked over at you, a quiet acknowledgment in his eyes. "I know. Thanks."
ā€”
The old house loomed in front of you, its once grand faƧade now cloaked in shadows. The mansion, still as eerie as ever, seemed to exhale a quiet menace. You stood there on the porch, a knot of anticipation tightening in your chest. Beside you, JJ's presence felt like a comfort, but the tension radiating off him was evident.
He gave the door a pointed look before knocking again, this time louder, more forceful, as if demanding an answer rather than simply waiting for one. It felt like an eternity before you heard the shuffling of footsteps from inside.
The door remained firmly shut, and just when you thought Chandler might not answer, the heavy locks rattled. The door creaked open, revealing Chandler standing in the doorway, his face unreadable. His cold blue eyes scanned you both for a moment, then his gaze flickered to the group standing a few steps behind you.
"Why are you here?" His voice was low, measured, though there was an edge to it that made it clear he wasnā€™t exactly thrilled by the visit.
JJ didnā€™t waste any time. His voice came out flat but with an undercurrent of something darker, something more urgent. "We need to talk. There's things we need to ask you about."
Chandler's eyes flickered over you both, sizing you up, his lips curling into something like a half-smile. He didnā€™t speak right away, his gaze lingering just a little too long, as if trying to decide whether to let you in or slam the door shut. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, before he finally stepped back, motioning for you to enter.
ā€œAlright,ā€ Chandler said, his voice low and gravelly. ā€œBut we do this inside. The last thing I need is anyone overhearing this conversation.ā€
You exchanged a glance with JJ, his eyes full of fire and frustration. He wasnā€™t backing down, and neither were you. Together, you stepped past Chandler into the dimly lit interior of the mansion. The air inside was heavy with dust, and the smell of old wood and stale air lingered. The house was just as you rememberedā€”huge, but strangely empty, like something had been hollowed out long ago.
ā€œWhat do you two want?ā€ Groff asked, his gaze shifting to the both of you.
JJ didnā€™t give him a chance to say anything else. He took a step forward, his jaw tight with suppressed fury. ā€œAre you my real dad?ā€ he asked, the words coming out sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife.
Chandlerā€™s expression flickered for a moment, a brief flash of something unreadable crossing his face. He didnā€™t immediately answer. Instead, he stood there, a wall of silence between them.
ā€œAre you?ā€ JJ repeated, his voice growing louder, insistent. ā€œAre you my real dad?ā€
The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. For a moment, the world seemed to stop. JJ stood frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief and anger, his fists clenching at his sides as if the truth were too much to process.
JJ shook his head, almost in disbelief, his voice tight with emotion. ā€œWhy didnā€™t you tell me?ā€ he demanded, stepping closer, his chest rising and falling with barely contained rage. ā€œWhy didnā€™t you just tell me the truth? Why all the games, all the lies?ā€
Chandler didnā€™t seem to flinch. He took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest. ā€œIt wasnā€™t the right time,ā€ he said coldly, his tone flat. ā€œAnd, quite frankly, you wouldnā€™t have been ready to hear it.ā€
JJā€™s face twisted with anger, his eyes flashing with hurt. ā€œYouā€™re fucking unbelievable,ā€ he muttered under his breath, the weight of years of manipulation and deceit crashing down on him.
You stepped closer, watching the exchange unfold, feeling a mixture of sympathy and anger for both of them. ā€œSo this whole time, youā€™ve been using us?ā€ you asked, your voice low and edged with disbelief. ā€œThis whole thingā€”Wes, the amuletā€”was all part of your plan?ā€
Chandlerā€™s gaze sharpened, his expression unreadable. ā€œPlans donā€™t happen overnight,ā€ he said smoothly, a slight smile tugging at his lips. ā€œEverything has its purpose. And now youā€™re part of that purpose, whether you like it or not.ā€
JJ looked like he was about to explode, his body shaking with barely contained rage. But instead, he took a deep breath, forcing the words out through clenched teeth. ā€œWeā€™re done being your puppets. Whatever your plan is, weā€™re stopping it.ā€
Chandlerā€™s smile widened, but it was thin, like a wolfā€™s grin. ā€œYou think you can stop it?ā€ he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. ā€œYou donā€™t even know what youā€™re up against.ā€
ā€œWeā€™ll find out,ā€ JJ snapped. ā€œAnd when we do, youā€™re going to wish you never dragged us into this.ā€
"Not so fast," Chandler warned, stepping forward, his eyes never leaving JJā€™s. "You have something I want."
JJ didnā€™t flinch. His blue eyes were burning with defiance, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths. ā€œIā€™m not handing over shit, Groff,ā€ he growled, voice low and filled with venom. ā€œYou want something, youā€™re gonna have to earn it.ā€
Chandlerā€™s lips curled into a cold smile, his posture never wavering. He looked almost pleased with the reaction. ā€œOh, I donā€™t think you fully understand yet, JJ. Iā€™m not asking for permission. Iā€™m telling youā€”you will give it to me.ā€
There was a brief pause, the tension in the room so thick it could be cut with a knife. Chandlerā€™s gaze flicked to you, then back to JJ, as if trying to gauge the next move.
"You have no idea what you're dealing with," Chandler continued, his tone dangerously calm. "That amulet youā€™re holding onto? Itā€™s not just some trinket. Itā€™s mine. And Iā€™ll do whatever it takes to get it back."
Before you could even process what was happening, Chandlerā€™s hand shot out like lightning, grabbing you by the wrist with an iron grip. The surprise hit you all at once as he yanked you forward, his movements swift and precise. Your breath caught in your throat, panic flooding your senses.
You struggled instinctively, but Chandlerā€™s hold was unyielding, his fingers digging into your skin as he jerked you closer. ā€œStay where you are,ā€ he ordered, his voice cold and commanding.
JJ took a step forward, eyes widening in shock as he lunged to get closer. ā€œLet her go, Chandler!ā€ His voice cracked with a mixture of rage and fear, but Chandler didnā€™t release his grip.
ā€œYou think Iā€™m going to play fair?ā€ Chandler sneered, his hand moving to his jacket pocket with casual menace. ā€œNo. Youā€™re going to give me what I want, or she dies.ā€
You barely had time to process the words before Chandlerā€™s knife was suddenly there, pressed against your throat. The cold metal against your skin made you freeze, heart hammering in your chest. You could feel the danger now, the raw, visceral threat. Chandlerā€™s voice was a whisper in your ear, almost playful in its cruelty.
ā€œHand it over, or Iā€™ll carve her up right here.ā€
Your pulse thundered in your ears, and you could barely breathe. Everything around you seemed to slow down, the tension rising with every passing second. Chandlerā€™s grip on you tightened, the knife at your throat a constant, terrifying reminder of how quickly everything had shifted from a confrontation to something far worse.
ā€œJJ,ā€ you gasped, your voice trembling despite yourself, ā€œdonā€™t... donā€™t do it. Justā€”ā€
JJā€™s eyes flicked to yours, the pain and conflict written plainly across his face. He looked as if every muscle in his body was screaming at him to fight, to do anything but give in, but there was no room for error now, not with the knife pressed so dangerously close to your skin. He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid breaths.
ā€œOkay, Iā€™ll give it to you,ā€ JJ finally agreed, his voice barely more than a whisper, each word sounding like it was being dragged from his throat. His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out the small, worn bag that held the amulet. He held it up, fingers trembling as he slowly raised it for Chandler to see.
ā€œNo, JJ!ā€ you protested, your voice a strangled cry, tears welling in your eyes. The thought of him handing it over to Chandler, of giving in to the man who had already caused so much pain, twisted something deep inside of you. But the sharp edge of the blade pressed harder against your throat, silencing you, forcing you into a terrifying stillness.
Chandlerā€™s lips curled into a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with a sinister triumph. ā€œGood choice,ā€ he cooed mockingly, his grip on you tightening as he stretched his other hand out towards JJ. The sight of him, so confident, so sure he had won, made your blood boil despite the fear gripping your heart.
JJ's hand trembled as he extended the bag towards Chandler. His eyes stayed locked on yours, searching your face for any sign of fear or pain. Your breath hitched when Chandlerā€™s cold fingers grazed the bag, snatching it away. He wasted no time, pushing you forward with a force that sent you stumbling straight into JJā€™s arms.
You collided into his chest, his embrace closing around you in an instant. His body curled protectively over yours, shielding you from Chandler's reach as he held you close. ā€œItā€™s okay,ā€ JJ whispered into your ear, his voice ragged with relief. ā€œIā€™ve got you.ā€ He didnā€™t even look back at Groff, all his focus on you, as if the danger had passed the moment you were in his grasp.
But behind him, Chandler's expression shifted as he opened the bag and peered inside. The smirk on his face vanished, replaced by a scowl of rage. The amulet wasnā€™t there. It was nothing but a ruse. Heā€™d been tricked, and it didnā€™t take him long to realize who had played him.
With a deadly calm, Chandler called out, ā€œJJ.ā€
The sound of his name, dripping with cold malice, made JJ's spine straighten. He pulled back just enough to look at you, a fleeting moment of confusion in his eyes. Then, he turned around, his gaze narrowing as he faced Chandler.
But it was already too late. In one swift motion, Chandler lunged forward. The blade gleamed in the dim light for a split second before it drove into JJā€™s stomach. The impact was sickening, a hollow thud as the knife sank deep.
Your scream tore through the air, raw and filled with terror. JJā€™s eyes widened in shock, his breath hitching as the pain hit him like a wave. He staggered, his arms instinctively clutching his abdomen as blood started to stain his shirt, dark and spreading fast.
Chandlerā€™s face was a mask of fury, his hand still gripping the hilt of the knife. He twisted it slightly, a cruel sneer curling his lips. ā€œYou thought you could fool me?ā€ he spat, his voice dripping with venom. ā€œDid you really think I wouldnā€™t notice?ā€
JJā€™s knees buckled, his body sagging as the strength drained out of him. You lunged forward, catching him before he could collapse completely, your hands desperately pressing over his wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.
ā€œJJ, stay with me,ā€ you begged, your voice breaking as you looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. His blue eyes were clouded with pain, but he managed to meet your gaze, a weak, rueful smile tugging at his lips.
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. ā€œI thought... I thought I could protect you.ā€
You shook your head, your hands trembling as you held him. ā€œNo, no, JJ, donā€™t say that. Youā€™re going to be okay. Weā€™ll get you help. Just stay with me, please.ā€
Chandler ran off into the darkness, leaving you holding onto JJ as he slumped against you. Panic surged through your veins, and you looked down at his wound, your hands trembling as you pressed down in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. The warm, sticky blood coated your fingers, and you could feel his pulse weakening beneath your touch.
"This isnā€™t happening," you whispered frantically, shaking your head in denial. Your wide-open eyes darted around the room, searching for anything you could use to help. "No, no, no," you muttered under your breath, your voice thick with desperation.
You glanced up at JJā€™s face, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused, the pain written all over his features. ā€œStay with me, Jay,ā€ you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cradled his head in your hands.
"John B! Pope!" you screamed, your voice raw as it echoed through the old house. The sound reverberated off the walls, mixing with the eerie silence that followed Chandlerā€™s exit. The urgency in your call felt like a knife in your chest, twisting deeper with each passing second.
JJ's voice was barely a whisper, strained and breathless as he looked up at you, his eyes half-lidded but still so intensely blue. ā€œY/N, I never got to tell youā€¦ but I love you.ā€ His words came out fragile, like he was using his last bit of strength just to say them. The raw, unfiltered emotion behind them made your heart lurch in your chest.
Your breath hitched, the tears youā€™d been holding back finally breaking free, streaming down your cheeks in an unrelenting flow. You shook your head vehemently, the desperation clear in your voice as you clutched his face between your trembling hands. ā€œNo, JJ, no," you choked out, your voice thick with emotion. "This isnā€™t whatā€™s happening. Youā€™re not going to leave me. You canā€™tā€”ā€ You could barely get the words out, your chest heaving with sobs.
His gaze softened as he looked at you, his lips curling into the faintest of smiles despite the pain. He reached up weakly, his hand brushing against your cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb. ā€œItā€™s okay,ā€ he murmured, his voice a hushed whisper, barely audible over the pounding of your heart. ā€œI just needed you to know.ā€
You leaned into his touch, your tears wetting his hand as you pressed your forehead against his. ā€œDonā€™t do this, Jay. Donā€™t say goodbye. We still have so much to do, so many plans. You promised me we'd get out of this together.ā€
He closed his eyes for a moment, as if soaking in your presence, before opening them again, his gaze full of a love and longing that broke your heart into a million pieces. ā€œYouā€™re my everything, Y/N,ā€ he admitted, his voice cracking with the weight of his words. ā€œIā€™m sorry I didnā€™t tell you sooner.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re going to tell me every day for the rest of our lives,ā€ you insisted, your voice pleading as you squeezed his hand tightly, trying to ground him, to keep him here with you. ā€œYou hear me? Youā€™re staying with me. I canā€™t do this without you, Jay. Please, donā€™t leave me.ā€
He gave a small, shaky nod, like he was trying to hold on, but you could see the light starting to fade from his eyes, the pain overtaking him. You felt his grip on your hand slacken slightly, and it sent a jolt of pure terror through you.
ā€œNo! No, stay with me, JJ. Please!ā€ you begged, pressing your forehead against his, your sobs turning into broken, gasping cries. You could barely see through your tears, your entire world narrowing down to just the two of you, in this moment, as you clung to him with everything you had.
You shook him frantically, your hands pressing against his chest, trying to force his heart to beat beneath your trembling fingers. It felt like you were grasping at the wind, like the very essence of him was slipping through your hands. The sticky warmth of his blood covered your skin, a horrifyingly vivid reminder that time was running out, slipping away with every breathless second.
ā€œJJ, wake up,ā€ you begged, your voice raw and broken, cracking under the weight of your anguish. It felt like you were underwater, drowning in the reality of what was happening, each sob choked out like it was your last. His face, once so full of life, now looked pale and ghostly, his blue eyes shut as if he was already slipping away to someplace you couldnā€™t reach.
ā€œYou canā€™t die here. You canā€™t leave me!ā€ The words tore from your throat in a strangled scream, filled with a desperation that felt like it could rip you apart from the inside. Your hands pumped his chest with a rhythm that faltered, each push driven by a frantic hope, a silent prayer, as if sheer willpower could bring him back. Tears blurred your vision, but you couldnā€™t stop, wouldnā€™t let yourself believe that this was the end.
You could feel the life draining out of him, like the color bleeding from a watercolor painting washed away by rain. His skin grew colder beneath your touch, and you leaned over him, pressing your forehead to his, your tears mingling with the blood staining his shirt.
ā€œPlease, JJ, please,ā€ you whispered, your voice breaking into a thousand tiny shards, each one sharper than the last. It was a fragile, fractured sound, more a plea to the universe than a call to him. ā€œI need you,ā€ you breathed, pressing your trembling lips to his forehead, the coldness of his skin like ice against your warmth. ā€œI need you to stay, for me.ā€
The room felt like it was caving in, the air heavy with an unbearable weight. Your hands pressed against his wound, blood seeping through your fingers, warm and sticky, like the life was slipping away from him and into the cracks between your knuckles. The world outside seemed distant, muted, as if it no longer mattered. It was just you and him, suspended in a moment that felt like it was slipping away, stolen by timeā€™s unforgiving hands.
Tears blurred your vision, painting the scene in watercolors of red and black, smearing his face into something unrecognizable. You choked on a sob, the sound raw and ragged, your body trembling with the force of your desperation. ā€œJJ, donā€™t do this,ā€ you pleaded, your words spilling out in a rush, your voice laced with a pain so deep it felt like it might consume you. ā€œYou canā€™t leave me. Not now. Not like this.ā€
His chest barely moved, the rise and fall so faint it was almost imperceptible, like the flicker of a candle about to be snuffed out. His eyes fluttered, half-open, clouded with pain, but still searching for you, trying to hold on to whatever sliver of light he could find in your gaze. The silence between you was deafening, filled with everything you wished you had said, every moment youā€™d taken for granted.
ā€œPlease,ā€ you sobbed, your voice cracking, raw and exposed. ā€œI love you. I love you so much, JJ.ā€ Your words were a desperate confession, one you wished youā€™d said a thousand times before but had only found the courage to say now, when it felt like it was already too late. Your fingers curled into his shirt, clinging to him like he was the only thing anchoring you to this world.
You could feel him slipping away, the light in his eyes dimming like the last rays of a setting sun. His lips parted, a shallow breath escaping, but no words came out. Just a faint, ghostly smile, the kind youā€™d only ever seen when he was hiding something, some quiet secret he held close to his chest. It was haunting, the way he looked at you, like he was already seeing something beyond this world.
ā€œNo,ā€ you whispered fiercely, shaking your head as if you could defy reality itself. ā€œYouā€™re not dying here. Not now. Not like this.ā€ Your hands cupped his face, willing him to stay, to hold on just a little longer. But his eyes slipped shut, the last vestiges of life draining from his features, leaving behind a stillness that was more terrifying than anything youā€™d ever faced.
Before you could utter another word, the door burst open, and your friends rushed in, their faces twisted into expressions of pure horror. They stopped short, frozen by the scene before themā€”JJā€™s lifeless body cradled in your arms, blood pooling beneath him, and your own face streaked with tears. The room fell into an eerie silence, filled only with the echo of your sobs, the kind that tore from deep within your chest like a howl into the void. It was a silence laced with a devastating realization, a shared understanding that this was Groff's doingā€”that he had orchestrated this final, cruel act.
You couldnā€™t bring yourself to look up, couldnā€™t face the shock and grief in their eyes. Instead, you pressed your forehead against JJā€™s, as if in some desperate, final attempt to connect with whatever piece of him might still linger. Your body shook violently, your cries filling the space, haunting and raw. It was the sound of a heart breaking, of a love being ripped away far too soon.
"JJ," you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper, a prayer to whatever force could undo this nightmare. You ran your fingers through his hair, your touch gentle, like you were afraid to break whatever fragile illusion still held him close. His skin was already turning cold, the warmth you had known and loved fading away, replaced by a chilling emptiness.
You kissed his cheek, your lips trembling against his skin, tasting the salt of your own tears. The bitter taste of grief washed over you as you whispered, "I love you," words you had said so many times before but had never felt this heavy, this final. The love of your life lay still in your arms, his spirit gone, leaving behind only a hollow shell.
The others stood by helplessly, tears streaming down their own faces as they bore witness to your agony, each of them shattered in their own way. But none of them dared to interrupt. This moment, this unbearable pain, belonged to you. It was a sorrow too deep for words, a loss that hung heavy in the air, sinking into the very bones of the room.
You held onto him tighter, refusing to let go, as if by sheer will alone you could pull him back from the abyss. But deep down, you knew it was too late. JJ was gone, and you were left with the echoes of what could have been, the cruel, jagged edges of a future that would never come to pass.
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Oh, this is so fun! It's a remarkably finicky challenge. How about a zombie apocalypse story for the collection?
Eric isnā€™t sitting in his seat when you get back to base. You didnā€™t expect him to, really ā€“ you donā€™t expect anyone to sit there, anymore, no matter how recently youā€™ve seen them. You donā€™t sit and pretend with your cup of coffee, this time, that someone will be by soon enough to chat. You donā€™t make a cup at all.
You donā€™t linger. No one talks to you in the halls. No one even smiles.
Alva doesnā€™t say hello, or bother going through the motions of signing you in once you get to the med bay. Of course, you donā€™t hear the hiss of the door sliding open or feel the chill of the air roll out like it usually does, either, so you wouldnā€™t notice if she did, but she doesnā€™t stop you. She doesnā€™t leave, either. She doesnā€™t practice things to say under her breath.
No one meets your gaze. They arenā€™t working right now, they arenā€™t even pretending to be at their stations, but none of them move to stop you or note anything down.
You canā€™t breathe. Ira isnā€™t taking notes on their clipboard anymore, or worrying at it, or holding it too stiffly in their hands. They arenā€™t holding it at all, the way they arenā€™t holding a coffee, either, or a book, or anything, not a random piece of debris, not each other. Not you. Their hands sit without the slightest twitch, their finger splayed evenly apart without a chance of touching. They donā€™t move from their resting place.
Ira refuses to look up at you.
None of them are looking at you.
Eric isnā€™t looking at you.
The shade isnā€™t open, but it doesnā€™t matter. You donā€™t look out the window or pause to rearrange the get well bouquets that have already appeared. You donā€™t turn on the overhead lights and Ira doesnā€™t try to get you to. You also donā€™t step forward immediately. The floor has no obstacles ā€“ no hastily discarded shoes or socks, no makeshift table, no reminders for later. No chair by the bedside. Iraā€™s chosen not to sit that close.
You have no idea how long youā€™ve been standing there, but it canā€™t be that long, because Alva hasnā€™t moved. Hasnā€™t even checked her messages. Sheā€™s not waiting for you, or anything, looking nowhere and listening for nothing. You donā€™t say anything to her, either.
You donā€™t take his pulse and you look away from the heart monitor, trying not to hear how deceptively steady the rhythm is. He doesnā€™t grip your hand back, but he also doesnā€™t lecture you about going out there alone, or judge what youā€™ve gathered, or ask you for news on movements, on other survivors. To be fair, no one ever asks for survivor news, anymore, so thatā€™s not on Eric. He doesnā€™t shake his head. He wonā€™t even open his eyes.
No one comes screaming in to tell you that youā€™ve finally perfected the cure and the last cell in the basement can remain unused.
You donā€™t tell Eric what youā€™ve found. You donā€™t give him the long list or the short one, the complaints, the hopes, the quick fixes. You donā€™t find some path to ease your way between his feelings and Iraā€™s; you donā€™t roll your eyes at both of them and let them fight. You donā€™t squeeze his hand and he doesnā€™t squeeze yours.
You didnā€™t pull up a chair, but you stay standing, anyway, away from the soft blanket wrapped around his legs, away from the warmth of his side. You arenā€™t worried, yet, but you still arenā€™t looking at his face, trying to get one last glimpse of his eyes before. You donā€™t memorize them. They arenā€™t red yet, but you donā€™t look.
Ira doesnā€™t bother breaking it to you, but they donā€™t say anything soothing, either. They donā€™t say sorry, they donā€™t say who else was bitten, they donā€™t say itā€™s time to say or time to go. You donā€™t shake them but they donā€™t say anything.
They donā€™t say thereā€™s hope.
No governmental convoy pulls up outside, blaring a patriotic theme to declare safety for everyone, paid for in full.
They donā€™t say they need you to hug them.
You donā€™t hug them.
Eric doesnā€™t hug them, either, or laugh at you, or crack wise about playing fast and loose, or start singing to relieve the tension. He doesnā€™t play it off or lean into it. He doesnā€™t apologize. He doesnā€™t even have the decency to ignore you while you, well, donā€™t talk around him. You and Ira have nothing to say to each other at the moment. They donā€™t hover and he doesnā€™t ask either of you to stop.
No radio crackles to life with foreign aid desperate to find survivors, telling you itā€™s not like this everywhere and sending in a rescue mission.
The mall was empty. There wasnā€™t anyone in the office block, or the parking garage, or the old museum. But Eric didnā€™t go on this scavenger hunt with you. And Ophelia hasnā€™t poked her head in to complain or lecture or yell how unfair everything is or try to explain what happened. She didnā€™t radio you the second you set foot inside, and she never radioed you after. She hasnā€™t radioed Alva, either.
Ophelia isnā€™t busy comforting Alva. Alva isnā€™t busy comforting Ophelia. Alva is still here, doing nothing. And Ira is still here, doing nothing. Everyone, in fact, is right here, doing absolutely nothing, and Ophelia doesnā€™t burst through the doors with a miracle solution any more than any of the rest of them do.
You donā€™t go home, but you donā€™t wait out the night, either. You donā€™t wake up screaming. Nobody else wakes you up screaming, at least. Not even Eric, but then he doesnā€™t bring you breakfast, either. He hasnā€™t cobbled anything together this morning, even though it isnā€™t a particularly bad day. He doesnā€™t wince when you slide your fingers through his.
He doesnā€™t meet your gaze when you finally look into his eyes, but he doesnā€™t turn away from you, either. He doesnā€™t tilt his face into your hand as you stroke his hair, and he doesnā€™t smile, and he doesnā€™t bat his eyelashes at you, but he doesnā€™t cry, either. He doesnā€™t beg.
He doesnā€™t bite you, either.
No one comes to lock him in the dungeon. No one comes and no one comes and no one comes. You canā€™t stay forever.
Ira doesnā€™t meet your gaze when they come to take his vitals. Eric doesnā€™t protest. Ira dispenses with their bedside manner and wonā€™t even talk you through why they do, but you donā€™t ask. You donā€™t lodge a complaint, formal or informal. They wonā€™t look at Ericā€™s eyes, either, and they donā€™t brush his hair away. They donā€™t put a hand on your shoulder, your arm, your hand, your knee. They donā€™t call Alva over to double-check.
She doesnā€™t take notes on Eric, doesnā€™t even glance at them. Her face is blank of expression and her hands are empty of observations and her station is sparkling clean without a single thing on it and sheā€™s nowhere near any of you.
You donā€™t open the window.
You donā€™t smash it, either.
You canā€™t read your notes when you finally make your way to your desk and you donā€™t put on your glasses. You donā€™t pull out any of your samples. You donā€™t pick up your pen. You donā€™t spin around in your chair or fiddle with the decorations or call anyone over to look over your work while neither of you do. You donā€™t invent miracle medicine immediately. You donā€™t even think of a new line of study.
You donā€™t go out scavenging for a while after that because you wouldnā€™t avoid the zombies. You donā€™t stay in your room, but you donā€™t sit with anyone, and no one tries to talk to you. Especially Alva doesnā€™t talk to you, which could mean nothing. You donā€™t blame Ophelia for Ericā€™s death. He wouldnā€™t. Still, you donā€™t talk to Alva about it. Or anything else.
Eric isnā€™t sitting in his seat, when you get back to your room.
Eric isnā€™t sitting in his seat, when you go to the cafeteria.
Eric isnā€™t lying in his bed, when you get back to the med bay.
Eric isnā€™t in the dungeon when you fail to go to the planning session you should be leading, and the guard isnā€™t watching the door to keep you from knowing that. Itā€™s not good news. Ira doesnā€™t look at you as the stroll up beside you, and they donā€™t scream in shock or yell for help or turn around when Eric isnā€™t in his cell, and they also donā€™t give you a soft smile, so it isnā€™t good news. They donā€™t explain. They donā€™t take you somewhere else. They donā€™t listen to you rant and rail or tell you to stop wailing.
You donā€™t push them. They donā€™t hug you. You donā€™t take their hand and they donā€™t slap yours and neither of you stare at the empty bench in the corner.
They donā€™t pull out a snack and offer you a bite, and you donā€™t try to snatch it out of their hands and they donā€™t promise to get you and none of you get censured for running screaming through the halls and no one laughs and no one looks at you sternly or tells you to get your shit together and thereā€™s no light in the midst of relentless hunting if only for a few moments before dinner. They forgot to put out a dinner menu, today, anyway.
You donā€™t walk out. Ira doesnā€™t keep staring at the empty bed in the empty cell. Neither one of you says Ericā€™s name. Neither of you says much. They donā€™t leave their hands in their pockets and you donā€™t pull away.
one of my favorite things to do in limited perspective is write sentences about the things someone doesn't do. he doesn't open his eyes. he doesn't reach out. i LOVE sentences like that. if it's describing the narrator, it's a reflection of their desires, something they're holding themselves back from. there's a tension between urge and action. it makes you ask why they wanted or felt compelled to do that, and also why they ultimately didn't. and if it's describing someone else, it tells you about the narrator's expectations. how they perceive that other person or their relationship. what they thought the other person was going to do, or thought the other person should have done, but failed to. negative action sentences are everything.
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Death Grips - R.C
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Dark!Frat!Rafe Cameron x f!reader
Warnings: Dv( physical abuse),NONCON, Mentions of Dv, Cheating, mentions of cheating, abusive relationship, gaslighting, manipulation, frat!rafe, blackmail, emotional abuse, underage drinking, heā€™s an asshole guys
Summary: inspired by ā€˜death gripsā€™ by Etta Marcus/ After a messy break up with Rafe Cameron your freshman year of college, he canā€™t seem to leave you alone. Whether youā€™re awake or asleep
A/n: hey guys I havenā€™t wrote in so long but I had this idea in my head for so longgg, hope you enjoy cause this is a series!!<3
Part: I
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It had been four months since you broke up with him, yet he still haunted every aspect of your life through your dreams. You were beyond tired of waking every morning with a pounding heart and a bed drenched in cold sweat from memories plaguing your mind. You always thought the most challenging part of a breakup would be the actual breakup, but it wasn't; no matter how hard you tried, you knew you would never forget the heartache Rafe put you through, and you had come to peace with that, what you weren't prepared for was his looming presence in your life even though he wasn't even physically present, that was the hardest part.
ā€œYou all packed up?ā€ your mom asked, snapping you out of thought as she peeked through the crack of your door, only her eyes showing.
You had been so lost in thought that you had almost forgotten you were supposed to be finished packing up for school by now.
ā€œYeah...ā€ you nodded as you quickly bagged up some remaining things that had sat on your bed.
ā€œWell, almost,ā€ you chuckled as your mom entered your room,folding up clothes to help you finish.
ā€œListen,ā€ she said softly, placing a warm hand on your shoulder. ā€œI know you're really stressed about going back. "
You sighed as she spoke. Part of you felt guilty for the way things went last semester. You always tried not to blame yourself, but you couldn't help but feel like you put yourself in the situation, so it was your fault.
ā€œBut this year is going to be better, okay?ā€ You simply nodded in response as she brought you in for a hug. ā€œFreshman years like a trial run.ā€ she giggled warmly.
You had never been in a serious relationship before Rafe. The two of you had started dating at the beginning of your freshman year.bYou met him in your psych class, which you had been failing horribly. It's not like you were stupid. You could easily understand the material if you tried, but you were lazy and didn't feel like it. You had to guess Rafe was failing too, because when your professor partnered the two of you up for your big midterm, which was 30 percent of your grade, you got 72 percent.
Although getting 72 percent wasn't exactly a grade to be proud of, it was enough to pass, and it seemed like a victory at the time. Rafe had this way of making even the most minor victories feel significant, and it was then that you started to see him in a different light. After the project, you both started spending more time together, studying, hanging out, and gradually, what began as a partnership for class grew into something more.
Your relationship with Rafe had always been complicated, to say the least. He was a junior, part of a frat, and you were just a freshman with like two friends, and everyone knew Rafe. So when you started dating it was cool that everyone started to know you.
Rafe was the worst, something you only fully recognized in hindsight. At first, his attentiveness felt like care, and it was easy for you to fall into his traps because you had never been with anyone else. but it quickly morphed into control. He picked who you could hang out with, what you could wear, and even how you spent your free time. You knew you didnā€™t like that but it was your norm.
Arguments between the two of you were frequent and intense, His yelling at you to ā€œget away from himā€ turned into full-fledged pushes across the room. What started as him grabbing your wrist a little roughly turned into him using that exact grip to drag you across the cold floor as you kicked your feet, trying to get away. It was a classic case of an abusive relationship. Ignoring the red flags till they hit you in the face. Literally. The breaking point was when you caught him cheating on you mid-fuck.
It was devastating, not just because of the betrayal, but because it forced you to confront the reality of your relationship with Rafe. The breakup that followed was messy and painful, with Rafe oscillating between begging for forgiveness and blaming you for his actions. Not only were you heartbroken, but the stress of your relationship caused you to fail most of your classes, forcing you to have to retake them the whole summer.
So yeah, you were stressed to go back to school, not even stressed; you were terrified; after you and Rafe broke up at the end of last semester, you didn't leave your dorm for anything other than class, so you really didn't have to see him or interact with him. This year, you couldn't do that; the self-isolation would only worsen things and make you more depressed; you wanted to have experiences, go to parties, and hang out with your friends. The only thing was Rafe was a horrible boyfriend, so he had to be an even worse ex. Even though you wished and hoped that the two of you could just ignore each other and stay cordial, you knew Rafe better than that.
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You sat in your dorm, headphones on, blasting music as you focused on finishing your English paper. Looking up, you glanced at your roommate Mia, waving you down and clearly trying her best to get your attention. Slightly giggling at her efforts, you paused your music, sliding the headphones off your ears.
ā€œOh my god, finally!ā€ she mocked, sighing before sitting on the foot of her bed with a playful smirk.
ā€œI've been trying to get your attention for 20 minutes!ā€ the curly-haired girl exaggerated as she threw her head back.
ā€œOh, please! I haven't even been working on this for 20 minutes!ā€ you bantered back, throwing your pillows at her.
ā€œYeah, right, like I believe that. Everybody knows that all you do is work all day.ā€ Mia giggles playfully, throwing the pillow back at you.
She wasn't wrong. You had told yourself that this semester would be different; you would go out, make friends, and party, yet you were still glued to your dorm a month into it. You tried to push yourself; you really did, but the constant dreams about Rafe didn't help you feel better about potentially running into him.
ā€œThat's not true..ā€ you awkwardly laugh as you nervously scratch your neck.
ā€œYes, it is,ā€ the brunette slowly says, looking around as if missing something.
ā€œNo, it's-ā€ you try to get out before being cut off.
ā€œThen prove it.ā€ Mia cuts you off, standing off her bed to walk over to you. ā€œZetaā€™s throwing tonight, and I don't wanna go alone.ā€
When Mia mentioned Zeta,Aka Rafes frat, your heart sank, but you tried to stay calm. The last thing you wanted was to end up at a party where he would almost certainly be, but Mia had no idea how bad things had gotten between you. She knew you and Rafe ended on bad terms, but she didnā€™t know the full extent of what youā€™d been through.
"Zeta?" you repeated, trying to mask your anxiety. "Why do you want to go there?"
Mia gave you a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Because Topper's been trying to get with me for weeks now, and he invited me tonight.ā€
Your stomach churned at the mention of Topper. He and Rafe were close, practically best friends, which meant Rafe would definitely be at the party. The idea of seeing him again, especially in a place that held so many bad memories, made you feel sick. But Mia had no idea how deep your anxiety ran, and to her, this was just about a fun night out and a cute guy.
"Mia, you know Rafeā€™s going to be there," you said carefully. "I justā€¦ I donā€™t know if Iā€™m ready for that."
Miaā€™s face softened, and she shifted, leaning forward. "I know things didnā€™t end well, but you canā€™t let him keep you from living your life, right? You deserve to have fun, meet new people, and not let some jerk control how you feel."
You bit your lip, staring at the floor. She was right, in a way. You couldnā€™t hide forever. But the thought of being in the same room as Rafe, of possibly having to interact with him, made your chest tighten with fear. Mia had no idea just how bad things had been between the two of you. To her, Rafe was just a messy breakup, not a nightmare that still haunted your every step.
"I know, itā€™s justā€¦" you trailed off, unsure of how to explain the weight of it all without giving too much away.
"Look, if it gets weird or if you feel uncomfortable, weā€™ll leave. I promise. But maybe this is your chance to show him that youā€™ve moved on, that he doesnā€™t have power over you anymore."
Her words hit you, and for a moment, you considered it. Maybe going to the party was a chance to reclaim something, to face Rafe without fear, and show himā€”and yourselfā€”that he no longer had a hold on you. But a part of you still hesitated, the fear gnawing at your resolve.
"Okay," you said after a long pause, your voice barely above a whisper. "Iā€™ll go. But if things get too much, we leave, no questions asked."
Miaā€™s face lit up, and she pulled you into a hug. "Yes! Donā€™t worry, weā€™ll have fun. Weā€™ll stick together, and itā€™ll be fine. I promise.ā€
You forced a smile, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach as Mia rushed over to her closet to pick out outfits. You hoped she was right, that tonight could be a fresh start, but deep down, you couldnā€™t shake the feeling that being so close to Rafe again would stir up things you werenā€™t ready to confront.
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The bass from the music thudded through the ground as you and Mia walked up to the Zeta house. Even from outside, you could hear the chaotic hum of voices and laughter mixed with the pounding beat of whatever random early 2000s white boy song was blasting through the speakers. Your nerves tightened with every step, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.
Mia seemed unfazed, practically glowing with excitement. She gave you a quick, encouraging smile as she adjusted her skirt. ā€œOkay, weā€™re just going to have fun, remember? Topperā€™s probably already inside, and we donā€™t have to stay long if it gets too crazy.ā€
You nodded, though your heart was racing faster than youā€™d like to admit.
The front door was wide open, people streaming in and out like they were at some exclusive club. Mia grabbed your hand, pulling you inside with a grin.
The moment you stepped through the door, the atmosphere swallowed you. The smell of beer and sweat mixed with the sharp scent of alcohol. The dim blue lights illuminated the crowd of bodies packed together. It was overwhelming, and for a second, you considered turning around and leaving before anyone noticed you were there.
You thought you pregamed good, but apparently not good enough. The minute you looked around, you felt too sober to be there. Mia was already scanning the room, probably looking for Topper, as you tried your hardest not to scan the room and end up making any unnecessary eye contact with you-know-who.
ā€œOh, he's right there,ā€ Mia yells over the loud music, reaching for your hand.
You tried your best to down the alcohol from the water bottle you and Mia had brought, the bitter taste burning your throat as she pulled you toward Topper. You knew the only way you'd make it through the night was if you drunk enough. Topper knew you, and you knew himā€”and you were almost sure heā€™d mention your presence to Rafe if he hadnā€™t already. This whole situation felt like a setup, a trap youā€™d willingly walked into.
When you finally reached Topper, you stood awkwardly behind Mia as she and Topper made small talk. You tried your hardest not to look at him; even though he wasn't Rafe, he was still a huge reminder of him, but every time you found yourself accidentally looking at him, he was already looking at you. You found it very strange, even looking at Mia a few times to see if she noticed. It sent a shiver down your spine; you already felt anxious about being here, but how he looked at you made it seem like he knew something you didn't.
Not long after Mia had been chatting with Topper, she turned toward you drunkenly with a big, mischievous smirk.
"Hey," she slurred slightly, leaning in close to you as if sharing a secret. ā€œTopper wants to show me his room upstairs. You cool waiting for me here?" Her voice was filled with a mix of giddiness and anticipation.
Your stomach dropped a little, but you forced a smile, trying not to let your anxiety show. The last thing you wanted was to be left alone in a place like this, especially with the looming threat of Rafe showing up at any moment. But Mia was your friend, and she deserved to have fun.
ā€œYeah, sure,ā€ you said, your voice sounding steadier than you felt. ā€œIā€™ll just hang out on the couch or something.ā€
Miaā€™s grin widened, and she gave you a quick, sloppy hug. ā€œYouā€™re the best! I wonā€™t be long, I swear.ā€
Before you could respond, she grabbed Topperā€™s hand and dragged him toward the stairs. You watched them disappear into the crowd, your pulse quickening as you realized you were alone in a house full of people you didnā€™t want to see.
You looked around, searching for a spot to sit. The couch in the corner seemed the safest option, so you headed that way, trying to ignore the unease creeping up your spine. Sitting down, you took another swig from your water bottle, hoping the alcohol would kick in soon and numb the nerves threatening to take over.
And it did; about 20 minutes later, you felt on top of the world. You had made it off your spot on the couch, made a whole new group of friends for the night, and started dancing like no one was watching, but someone was, and you started to feel it. The party's energy had begun to lift your spirits, and you felt freer than you had in a long time.
But then, in a split second, that sense of freedom evaporated.
It was as if you could sense him before you even saw him. That familiar tension gripped you as your eyes instinctively scanned the room, and there he wasā€”Rafe, leaning casually against the far wall. His eyes were already on you, a predatory gleam in them, and your heart sank. You wanted to leave immediately. You looked down at your phone, immediately texting Mia that the two of you had to go. Your new friends even looked at you, concerned at the change in your demeanor, asking you what was wrong, and in your drunken state, you told them.
ā€œMy fucking ex is here, and he's staring at me!ā€ you stressed to the group of girls over the blaring music.
ā€œGirl, that's amazing! This is your chance to make him jealous!ā€ one of the girls slurs with a glowing smile as she takes your hand. her comment earning nods and smiles of agreement from the rest of the group.
ā€œNo, you don't get it. Heā€™s like crazy!ā€ you whined as you looked down at your phone, waiting for a response from Mia. ā€œand my roommate hooking up with his best friend.ā€
Sure, if Rafe was a regular ex, you would see him at a party and maybe be happy for a petty chance of revenge, but he wasn't a regular ex. You didn't even wanna interact with him yet intentionally piss him off, but you obviously couldn't just leave your friend, so you had to just try your best to ignore him, and you tried, but he made it pretty fucking hard.
He wasnā€™t alone. Surrounded by his friends, Rafe looked every bit the confident, cocky guy you had once fallen for, except now, that same confidence felt menacing. The smile tugging at his lips was more of a smirk that sent a chill down your spine.
He knew you had noticed him.
And as soon as he caught your eye, he kicked his act into high gear.
Rafe started laughing louder, nudging the guys around him like he was the life of the party. Every gesture felt exaggerated, every movement too calculated. He wanted to make sure you saw him and felt his presence as much as possible.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes at that. It was sad that he was acting like this. I mean, how immature was he. You didnā€™t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much seeing him affected you, so you turned away, trying to refocus on dancing and getting back into the moment. But it was too late. The room felt smaller and more claustrophobic, and no matter how much you tried to immerse yourself in the music again, you could still feel his eyes on you.
And unable to resist, you glanced back.
Rafe had taken it a step further now. One of the girls nearby had found her way beside him, blonde, tall, and obviously intoxicated. She pressed herself against him, laughing as she draped her arms around his neck. Rafe barely acknowledged her, his attention still fixed on you. It was deliberate.
Your stomach churned.
And then, as if to solidify his little performance, Rafe pulled the girl closer, gripping her waist. The girl giggled, clearly enjoying the attention, oblivious that she was being used as a pawn in Rafeā€™s sick game.
You tried to look away, but the weight of his gaze held you in place.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he leaned in and kissed herā€”slow, deliberate, and intense. His hands roamed her body as she melted into the kiss, all while Rafe's piercing eyes remained locked on yours.
It felt like a punch to the gut. The room seemed to spin, and you suddenly felt like you couldnā€™t breathe. He was doing it on purpose. Every touch, every movement, every second of that kiss was for you, to hurt you, to remind you of the control he used to have and still has over you.
And it was working.
ā€œY/n, are you okay?ā€ Your heavy eye contact with Rafe was broken as you turned around to face Mia with teary eyes. You didn't say anything, but she clearly saw what was upsetting you from a mile away.
ā€œOh my god, he's fucking disgusting.ā€ she gasped, looking directly at Rafe with disgust painting her face. ā€œLet's go right now.ā€
On the walk back to your dorm, Mia went on and on about how what he did should confirm the breakup was the right choice and how he just did it to try and make you jealous, and you knew that. You didn't need her to tell you, but that didn't make you feel better. He had caused you enough pain, so much pain, so why was he still going? When would it be enough?
ā€œHow was Topper?ā€ you questioned curiously, honestly hoping selfishly that he did something that would make her never wanna see him again.
ā€œHorrible.ā€ she cringed, mock gagging, waiting for your reaction.
Really?ā€ you chuckled, trying not to beam from ear to ear.
ā€œNo, the dick was average, but he's hot,ā€ she giggled, looking up as she reminisced on the hook-up. ā€œBut why were you so happy?ā€ she full-on laughed, crossing her arms over her chest
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ā€œHave you seen Rafe?ā€ you asked around the party, looking around every corner for signs of your boyfriend.
You were supposed to go back home for the weekend for a doctor's appointment, but your doctor actually canceled the appointment, so you stayed on campus instead. You had tried to call Rafe multiple times to let him know you were still at school, but he hadn't answered. You believed it was because the two of you had gotten into a fight that morning, and Rafe was known to give the silent treatment, so you thought you might as well just find him yourself if he wanted to play that game.
You navigated through the crowds of people, your heart racing as you called out to a few acquaintances, hoping one of them had seen Rafe. He had been so distant lately, and the tension between you from earlier that morning hung like a thick fog.
ā€œHave you seen Rafe?ā€ you asked one of his friends, who shrugged and waved you off, lost in a conversation. You sighed, the knot in your stomach tightening. The last thing you wanted was to spend the night worrying about where he was, especially after you fought.
ā€œMaybe heā€™s in the back,ā€ another friend suggested, nodding toward a dimly lit hallway. You nodded, grateful for any lead, and made your way in that direction, your pulse quickening with every step.
As you reached the end of the hall, the music faded slightly, replaced by the muffled sound of voices. The door was somewhat cracked. You could hear muffled moaning, grunting, and clapping. You gasped, hand clamping over your mouth hard. You didn't wanna believe it, you couldn't, but there was only one way to know. Hesitating momentarily, you leaned in closer, peeking through the small crack of the door. Your heart sank as you recognized Rafeā€™s frame as he fucked some blonde bitch from the back, and if seeing what could be his frame didn't confirm it was him, the ā€œfuck Rafe that feels so good.ā€ did.
You felt as if the world around you had come to a standstill. You knew your relationship with Rafe was far from healthy. Anyone could see that, but you never expected him to do it. To betray you in such a hurtful way. Your mind started to race. Had he cheated before? Was it the whole time? Did everyone know but you? How could someone treat you like shit every single day yet be the one to cheat on you? It wasn't fair, and to be honest, you felt embarrassed.
You turned and rushed away from the door, tears welling in your eyes and blurring your vision. You needed to escape this suffocating atmosphere. As you moved back into the main party area, you tried to shake off the weight of what you had just witnessed, but it clung to you like a heavy blanket.
You stumbled into a group of your friends, busy dancing and laughing, oblivious to your turmoil. One of them, noticing your teary face, hugged you. ā€œHey, are you okay? You look like youā€™ve seen a ghost!ā€
ā€œIā€™m fine,ā€ you lied, forcing a smile that didnā€™t reach your eyes. But deep down, you were anything but fine. You felt hollow, betrayed by someone you trusted more than anyone else.
As you moved to the crowd's edge, hoping to catch your breath, you couldnā€™t shake the image of Rafe with that girl. How could he do this to you?
You grabbed your phone, fingers trembling as you dialed his number, your heart racing at the thought of confronting him. But it went straight to voicemail.
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ā€œy/n!ā€ You woke up to Mia shaking you awake, your heart beating out of your chest, and your sheets dripping in sweat. ā€œGod, are you ok?ā€ she chuckled with a worried undertone.
ā€œY-yeah... Yeah, I'm fine.ā€ You yawned, looking at your roommate with a mixture of confusion and anxiety. That was the third time you had that dream since the party. You didn't realize how much seeing Rafe kiss that girl really affected you until you went to sleep the next day.
ā€œWell, it's 9:30; breakfast closes in 30 minutes,ā€ Mia informed you, staring at you, waiting for a response or some form of movement to show your getting up. ā€œThat means let's go.ā€
Every time you had a nightmare, it made you lose your appetite the following day, reminding you of how you felt during that time. In fact, it made you lose the urge to do anything, and the nightmares did come more often than not. So when you made your way to the dining hall, you only planned to get a small bowl of cereal and maybe some fruit.
You and Mia sat down next to each other, opting to eat there. You had faced your fear of going to the dining hall multiple times, never seeing Rafe there, and everything went smoothly until it didn't.
ā€œOh my god, Toppers here.ā€ Mia gasped, eyes sparkling with excitement as she made eye contact with him and waved.
You looked up, confused as to why he was even at the dining hall when you knew his frat had better food than the campus could ever provide, let alone why he was there ten minutes left before it closed, but it clicked when you saw Rafe right behind him with an empty plate in hand. Part of you felt like they were there to antagonize you, but at the same time, you felt that thought was semi-narcassistic because why would they go through all the effort. But it was Rafe, and this was all a game to him; it was fun to him.
As Topper approached, Rafe lingered just a bit behind, his blue eyes scanning the room with that familiar cocky smirk plastered across his face.
ā€œHey, ladies,ā€ Topper said, his tone light and teasing. He leaned against the table, completely at ease.
ā€œHey, Top.ā€ Mia chirped, seemingly oblivious to the tension hanging in the air.
Rafe finally stepped forward, his casual demeanor masking the intensity beneath.
ā€œMind if I sit?ā€ he asked, shooting you a sideways glance.
You hesitated but finally nodded, wanting to keep the peace for Miaā€™s sake. ā€œYeah, sure.ā€
He slid into the seat beside you, and for a moment, the conversation flowed easily. Rafe leaned back, looking relaxed as he chatted with Mia and Topper. You tried to focus on your cereal, but his presence loomed over you, reminding you of everything you wanted to forget.
ā€œSo, whatā€™s everyone up to later?ā€ Rafe asked, his gaze flickering between you and Mia. ā€œGot any fun plans? Or is it just another boring day in paradise?ā€
You rolled your eyes slightly, hoping to brush off the comment. ā€œJust studying,ā€ you replied, trying to keep your voice light.
ā€œLike always?ā€ Rafe smirked, leaning closer, his tone teasing but laced with something sharper. ā€œYou know, I thought youā€™d be over us by now. Seems like you still care way too much.ā€
The comment hit you like a punch in the gut, and honestly, it was weird to you that he even noticed you'd been glued to your dorm. It just showed you that he was still hung up on you. Your heart raced, anger bubbling to the surface. ā€œWow, really? You think itā€™s about you?ā€ you snapped, the words slipping out before you could think twice.
Rafe shrugged that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. ā€œI mean, itā€™s not like Iā€™m the one whoā€™s still depressed about it,ā€ he replied, his tone smooth dripping with amusement at the fact he was getting to you.
ā€œUnbelievable,ā€ you said, standing up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor before You gathered your breakfastā€”cereal, fruit, and allā€”and headed toward the trash. You tossed it all into the bin. ā€œEnjoy your breakfast,ā€ you called over your shoulder, the disbelief mixed with fury driving you forward as you stormed out.
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lbhslefttiddie Ā· 2 days ago
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honestly i don't think sqq (jiu) would have minded the accusations of preferential treatment from yqy if they'd felt true. like as children he guarded the title of being yue qi's Favorite with teeth and claws. why shouldn't he be given preferential treatment? everyone ought to know just who qi-ge likes and trusts over everyone else. and for good fucking reason--who else here is watching out for qi-ge? as peak lords he's literally 2nd in command and chief tactician, if yqy values his word over yours, then its both what makes most sense and also what he deserves.
the thing is that to sqq, being accused of being favoured by yqy over others now just feels like a sick joke, because obviously (to him) that's not the fucking case. if he actually gave him preferential treatment you'd think he'd listen to what he has to fucking say, instead of believing what anyone else tells him about sqq. you'd think, if he was yqy's favorite, he wouldn't have left him to rot.
so i think, in a setting where they reconcile after becoming peak lords, that sqq would very much slap yqy's love for him in everyones faces as a kind of power move. a kind of, "oh, you thought that was favouritism? you havent seen yet what it looks like when qi-ge lets himself favour someone."
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glorioustidalwavedefendor Ā· 2 days ago
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To people who are like:
"dON'T wHISH tHE cONSEQUENCES oF tHEIR oWN fREE wILL aND cHOIC eON pEOPLE wHO:
Voted for Trump
Deliberately decided not to vote at all (thereby voting for trump, since if you don't vote you are still registered so you are supporting who ever has the most votes simply by existing)
Voted third party (In a two party system votig third party is a voice for the strongets party in this case Trump)"
I have to say
a) Thought crimes don't exist, anyone is allowed to wish anything on anyone
b) Those voters wanted to inflict the consequences of their own free desicions on everyone else, with horrible results, it is only fair to want them to suffer as well after all: Ignorantia juris non excusat
c) They will never help to undo what they have wrought, they already showed their true face, and their true face is that they either can not be arsed to do enough research to understand what they are voting for OR they do understand but have decided: ā€œVulnerable people should die for my ideologyā€
Look at all those blogs that told you they would not do damage control
Where are they now?
Are they helping?
Are they sharing resources and tips?
NO
They are being defensive that no one is gratefull about their sacrifice
They are pissed that peope are angry at them
Besides
Activism is not cold-calling.
SO why should you care about peopel that have already shown that they will not listen to you?
-> Someone pointed out that no one who has already decided how to vote wil chnage that opinio becasue of a stranger on the internet True But then why expect that stranger to show compassion and kindness? Go one stranger, laugh! You earned it!
Keep your comfort for people who did not bring this on to themslefes
They need it more
They will suffer just as much if not more, but they didn't even get whtathey wanted
Also
Also
One thing that I think is a fantastic way to prepare to help is to either begin or continue learning a language that you don't know. I am working hard on my Spanish because I live in California and there are a ton of Spanish speakers here who I might be able to help. Is it directly aiding anyone right at this second that I'm practicing conjugation? No. But it might help someone who is being harassed by a cop, or who is unhoused and needs help, or who is being abused by an employer at some point in the future, and I can get myself ready to help. Learn how to use naloxone and pick up up an inhaler; you might not need it now, but it'll make you ready to help someone who does need it. Order free covid tests every chance you get, even if you don't need them, because then you can give them out to people who do need them. Plan B has a multi-year shelf life. Pick some up so that you've got some on hand if someone needs it.
Also
Also
(Also, you can get 4 months of over the counter birth control (progestin-only pill form) at Costco for $50. Or 3 months on Amazon for about $45.)
Trump voters on tiktok are EXTREMELY mad about the following:
They just found out what tariffs are
They just found out what denaturalization is
They (particularly black and Hispanic trump voters) just found out that other trump voters are racist
Leftists and liberals don't want to be their friends (they are furious about this)
Leftists keep telling them they hope they get what they voted for (they are really mad about this too)
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honeygrahambitch Ā· 2 days ago
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"Even Will Graham has a better sex life than I do." Jimmy said, as if he had been holding that sentence inside for too long.
Beverly and Brian abandoned the blood samples they were working on and looked at him in disbelief as if they were trying to make sure they got it right.
"One question would be how do you know that?" Brian asked. "I doubt Will is the type to talk about stuff like that."
"That's easy, haven't you seen Hannibal?" Beverly asked rolling her eyes.
"I am not particularly into men."
"You don't have to be in order to tell that someone must excel in bed. It's the attitude."
"Stop that." Jimmy interrupted their banter. "I overheard a discussion between the two of them."
"Do we really need to know?" Brian said as he looked at Beverly for support. However, her opinion was different.
"Share."
"Alright but this doesn't leave the lab. It stays between us." Jimmy said. After all, Will was his friend and he didn't have anything against Hannibal. He was usually not the one to gossip but this felt like something that needed to be debated. "They are having a threesome."
"No way." Beverly said as she elbowed Brian who remained dumb.
"Who's the lucky lady?" Brian asked.
"Why did you immediately assume it's a lady?"
"For more diversity? I don't know how these things work?"
"Can you shut up and listen?" Jimmy cut them off. "I overheard Will asking Hannibal whether their plans for the night have changed. Hannibal had said that they did not and then pulled out this business card and handed it to Will. Will was like- a sport trainer? He will be a handful."
"I told you it's a man!" Beverly told Brian then turned back to Jimmy. "That doesn't prove anything though."
"Maybe if you two listened I could get to the point. So, Will said that and Hannibal was amused and said "I am confident we can handle him. Cannot be worse than the one last week. I was not proud of the way we left his bedroom"."
"Shut up..." Brian whispered. Beverly didn't say anything, her lips parted in disbelief. "And then?"
"Then Will said...damn, I hate that I have to repeat his words but he said..."He was bigger than either of us expected. I mean, for a finance guy, he was quite a challenge. My back still hurts."" Jimmy went on. "And Hannibal was like "the one we are having tonight will definitely be in good shape. I will be there, I am not letting him touch you.""
"Christ." Beverly said. "And?"
"And Will said "As if I need you to take care of me. Remember how the one from two weeks ago surprised you from behind? You were lucky I was there." Then they noticed me because of the stupid coffee machine who started beeping. And I swear to God, their surprised expressions indicated exactly the fact that I was not supposed to hear that."
"Wow." Brian said thoughtfully. "Every week. Good for them. That's how you keep things interesting in a relationship."
"I wouldn't have believed Hannibal would share Will with anyone." Beverly commented.
"Will might have a say in that?" Jimmy suggested. "Anyway, I couldn't believe it. I was afraid I took things out of context maybe?"
"Definitely not." Beverly said. "What else could they have been talking about?"
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"Do you think Jimmy overhead us earlier?" Will said as he looked for their knives in the trunk of the car.
"I doubt it. It doesn't prove anything. We were quite subtle." Hannibal replied as he put his scalpel in his left pocket. "Ready? He must be home by now."
"Let's go. I don't want to spend the whole night butchering this guy. By the way, what did he do?"
"Insinuated I do not take my physical health seriously."
"He just hasn't seen what's underneath that suit." Will replied, making Hannibal smile.
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eddie on edge - eddie diaz x reader
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Eddie would consider himself a fairly rational person. You kinda have to be when you're both a firefighter and a father; keeping a calm and collected front is necessary.
But he might be going insane right now. And it is all because of the buzzing going on in his pocket.
No, it isn't what you think. Although he wouldn't be opposed to those toys in the bedroom, what was causing his brush with insanity is his phone. And you.
You, who had a day off from work and had decided to go shopping with some of your girl friends. You, whose texts and pictures started off funny and cute in the food court, until Eddie started getting pictures of you trying on lingerie. You've sent four pictures so far, each one somehow riskier than the last (seriously, how did you even get that one on you?), and Eddie is on edge. He had been able to cover the tent in his pants with a couch pillow for the past half hour, but he desperately wishes the alarm bell would go off. He thinks he'd be able to focus all this energy towards a call, but unluckily for him, it is a truly quiet (he'll think the word if he wants to, dammit) day at the 118.
Because Eddie is a masochist, he pulls out his phone again. He hadn't responded since you've been trying on lingerie, but this didn't stop you from continuing to tease him. He lowers the brightness because he definitely does not need anyone else seeing you like that and checks that you had written "yay or nay?" with an attached photo.
With a silent prayer to whatever God wants to listen to him, Eddie opens the picture.
It isn't as risky as the first ones. In fact, Eddie thinks that this set might be the one that covers you the most, but he is struck by the color. The deepest red, with lace covering both of your breasts, and bows on either side of your hips. The perfect present that Eddie couldn't wait to unwrap.
Eddie fingers fly across his keyboard as he types out, "Buy them all with my card. I'll be home soon enough to take them off of you."
Now, he just had to get through the rest of his shift.
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one thing that I love about your eleutherophobia fics (among many many things) is that, despite being free of a Yeerk haunting his mind, Tom has now unwittingly replaced that with a reader listening to every thought and memory that he cares to share with us through the first person point of view. Heā€™d be mortified if he ever broke the fourth wall ;)
thanks for your lovely writing and blog! definitely part of whatā€™s keeping me going in these very weird times
Thank you! And yeah, I think a lot about the unique narration style in Animorphs, because I'm trying to imitate it. There's always an awareness that the characters are telling a story ā€”Ā the books open with the narrator going "I can't tell you my last name", and Marco especially will use imperatives like "don't tell anyone I said that." Clearly you is the reader, and each of the kids is meant to be aware that the reader is there.
There are some fascinating hints (handwaving Jake's line in #53) about who each narrator considers their audience. The Chronicles all state outright that each is an account of oneself (X) consciously crafted for one particular audience: Elfangor's talking to Tobias, Aldrea and Dak to Seerow Jr., Visser One to the Council (and Eva), and Toomin to Rachel. Ax says that he's narrating for his fellow andalites, so that they can better understand Earth (#8). Jake implies he's narrating for his great-grandkids: "I'll need to buy a footlocker" (#31). Tobias at one point implies he's talking to his imagined therapist (#23), but I also think you could argue that he's talking to the Ellimist (#13) or his dad (#33).
The others are a little trickier. Cassie seems to have Jake's same educational bent, but I'd argue she's trying to teach about the biology rather than the ethics of the war. Marco is probably talking to a kid his own age who thinks they're reading a sci fi novel. He's defensive ("call me Mr. Ruthless" as he feels empathy for baby seals), he's misdirecting ("now you know how I got a blowhole" instead of clarifying his role in the war), and he's desperate to impress ("I'm slightly not tall"). But he also references the reader "vegging out" and "watching TV." Rachel? I'd argue Rachel is talking to her own adult self. She doesn't care what others think of her, but she cares a lot about living with herself. She's trying to define who she is and who she wants to be, more than anyone else on the team.
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It's still a minority view (plenty of varied viewpoints do get conflated with those things though, by people who have also grown up with the criticism of men = man hate line and internalised it in the other direction). It's still heavily exagruated by bad actors. Have you not actually talked to these people? Have you not looked at what they feel is man hate? Have you seen the examples the radicalised will list? Evil radfems saying all men are scum on twitter is a *tiny* fraction of what they feel attacked by and is almost never what they feel *most* attacked by.
I saw an intelligent, reasonable, compassionate, previously explicitly feminist man become *violently* (and I do mean violently, I was the target) antifeminist overnight because I expressed on Facebook I was having a trauma response (wariness of men) after an assault. And you know what else? Not a single man in that room defended me from *actual violence* because to them, fear looked like hate. Anything that made them uncomfortable looked like hate. This was during a time where publically discussing online your experiences with sexual assault was first becoming a Big Thing, the original #MeToo (interesting that it had to happen twice), and there really wasn't anyone going all men evil, just all men can be scary because we don't know who will hurt us. There was SO MUCH EFFORT to add nuance to the discussion, to let men know hey! We aren't saying *youre* bad! And they would not listen. Why? Because they'd rather listen to other men saying we are man hating feminists who are calling them all rapists even when we explicitly say the opposite! And that got me assaulted by a friend. The same shit fucking led to elevatorgate ffs. How dare a woman say she is uncomfortable, that's man hate, ignore all evidence to the contrary.
And yknow I did see an uptick in *performative* man hate at the time, but it was purely reactionary and it was a *test* (and a lot of current supposed "man hate" is still a relic of this era). Since you can make clear you don't hate men all you want and they will still say you do, "yes all men" became a sort of password. If you could here that without being a little bitch about it, if you knew the context because you actually bothered to listen, then you were cool. You knew no one actually meant that because you bothered to listen to them instead of people lying for political gain.
This is a tactic that has been going on since *before feminism even existed* and it is effective! It relies more upon the constructed belief that feminism is anti man which has become very well established over the years than it does the actual behaviour of feminists. I would strongly encourage you to look at anti-feminist sentiment throughout and predating the history of feminism (starting with the votes for women movement, that's the earliest I am personally aware of, there may be earlier examples) and see how we got to this point. Convincing every feminist to never again say "men are evil" will not create any change. (Which is not to say people *should* do it, but just that it's not the true root of this kind of radicalisation). Actual examples of it are *convenient* but not necessary for this tactic.
I would never *entirely* discredit the viewpoints of someone who has escaped cults and cult tactic using groups (I've been through that, I get it), but I would encourage caution with how much you trust the narrative of the *whys* from someone who has escaped. Leaving is quicker than undoing the thinking, and I really do believe that user isn't quite there yet. Best case scenario, that user is right about *them*, but it is not correct of radicalised men in general.
Because you can be as gentle as you like to these people getting radicalised, you can have all the nuance in the world, you could make it so that no one, not even as a joke, says anything about hating men, and you know what will happen? Just like has always happened, they will listen to who they want to listen to. They will listen to the people promising them superiority, they will listen to the people giving them a reason for their economic suffering (we must remember how much economics plays into radicalisation), that reason being evil feminists. They will see the man hate regardless of if it is there or not. Because they have been told to. Because it is convenient for them. And even if you convince them that we don't hate *men*, now you've got to convince them we don't hate them for being *white*. The point is not the hate they perceive but the superiority they seek and the power they desperately want.
Radicalisation and cult tactics do not rely on facts.
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blackknight-kai Ā· 12 hours ago
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Hello! I've been reading your works and I absolutely love it šŸ’–šŸ’– you're actually the first few people who got me into this fandom, and for that I'm eternally grateful ā˜ŗ
As for the ask, is it ok if I ask general yan HCS of both monkeys? Maybe with fem reader? NSFW is fine. Thanks so much and have a good day! ā¤
OOoOOooOOkay! So Ima give this my best shot! Keep in mind I do more ā€˜softā€™ yandere mainly because I do like me a bit of romance with my darker stuff. I WILL add some darker things at the end though!! (I donā€™t delve into yan often so bare with me šŸ«¶šŸ«‚ Iā€™m learning)
Keep in mind before proceeding this isnt your typical HC everyone :)! Itā€™s going to have some Non Con/stalking/whatever comes to my mind. I went with whatever direction my brain was going so I hope this came out okay!
Warning: Yandere ideas
Destined One
At first you didnt notice anything different about him compared to anyone else outside of the obvious physical traits and some personality traits. Heā€™s reserved, quiet, and focused entirely on his goals. His determination and strength is something that awes you to this day. Something you do notice about him though is that hes observant. Always taking note of his surroundings and using his senses to keep himself aware of what going on. When you first started traveling with him he seemed to almostā€¦ignore you a bit. As though you werenā€™t really a scratch on his so called journey and mission. But over time you start to notice him staring at you and watching you. Itā€™s a little intense but you just chalk it up to him being him, maybe heā€™s curious about his companion finally?
- [ ] He hadnt really thought much of you when you first joined him. It honestly took him a bit of time to realize heā€™d grown a bitā€¦.attached to you. His eyes always following your every move and his ears always listening for you. Your scent? He has that memorized.
- [ ] DO is going to start off subtle about his attentions towards you. Heā€™s not going to be rash, unless something pushes him to it.
- [ ] Heā€™s ALWAYS watching you. Always knows where you are and what youre doing.
- [ ] His feelings for you go from zero to almost 100 - although heā€™s silent about it at first. Youā€™re going to notice him staring or even sometimes getting things you needed for you before you even knew you needed it.
- [ ] DO doesnt do things in half measures. Heā€™s focused. Which means once heā€™s turned his attentions on you, ALL of him is focused on you.
- [ ] DO knows itā€™s wrong, but cant stop himself from doing some of the moreā€¦inappropriate things with you. Such as watching you while you bathe or change.
- [ ] *Non Con - Heā€™s going to end up touching you while you sleep. Be it an accident at first (yeah right) or he just doesnā€™t stop his urge to do so. But heā€™s going touch you because youā€™re too inviting to him. He wonā€™t go so far as full on sex, but you will be caressed and eventually as he gains confidence youā€™ll find marks youā€™re not sure where they came from. Heā€™s going to decide the very first night his hands slip under your clothes that you are his.
- [ ] No one else will EVER see you or touch you like he had. Ever.
- [ ] Heā€™s going to be hyper attentive to you, lulling you into this sense of ā€œAw he cares for me and takes care of meā€. While YES he does, itā€™s also to further his own goal in regards to you. The foods he brings? Not every time, but sometimes might have a little something in them that makes you a littleā€¦sleepy. Pliant. So he can run his hands under your clothes or leave little marks on you without you making a fuss. Your body will NOT be afraid of his touch, heā€™s going to make sure of it. Sex is still something heā€™s reserving forā€¦claiming you fully. For now, heā€™s going to take his time getting your body just used to his hands and the way he makes you feel with them or his tail.
- [ ] Heā€™s going to manhandle you, sit you where he wants you and if you fuss heā€™s stubborn and wonā€™t budge about it, using his strength to hold you where he put you, to the point you let him have his way because itā€™s not worth arguing over.
- [ ] You dont realize it but heā€™s also been scenting the hell out of you, your clothes, and even your bed furs. To you, it just smells like a combination of you, the forest, and of him - which you dont think anything of because he carries stuff for you a lot.
- [ ] But him scenting that stuff? Itā€™s a very loud claim especially since itā€™s not just him rubbing his face or neck on the itemsā€¦.no heā€™s rubbing those materials around his cock and balls. Getting his musk all over it.
- [ ] On you, he will be a bit more subtle with his scenting. Wrapping a tail around you or brushing his hand through your hair or against you as he walks by. But sometimes DO shoves his hand down his pants, coating his hand or even tail in his musk and then rubs it on you. You are HIS.
- [ ] Heā€™s jealous as all hell too and will make it known by how he behaves towards others in regards to you. Does NOT like anyone even looking at you, it makes him want to carry you off to some makeshift nest and KEEP you there, to prevent wandering eyes.
- [ ] Speaking of, as soon as his journey ends thats exactly what he wants to do. If he doesnt have a place in mind heā€™s definitely going to make sure he finds one. It will be the nest for the two of you. He will make sure he gets you everything you need so you wont need to go out.
- [ ] Before that though, heā€™s going to do everything in his power to make sure you know that youā€™re his and heā€™s going to make sure you dont want anyone else.
- [ ] When his journey is over, immediately youre thrown over his shoulder. Heā€™s carting you off to your permanent home, away from any dangers or the possibility of someone stealing you away from him.
- [ ] Here is where heā€™s a bit moreā€¦demanding and forceful. See, by this point he knows your body wants him, heā€™s smelled and felt how wet you get for his touch and heā€™s seen your eyes on him. Youā€™ve been slowly pulled into his orbit once he has you in his chosen space heā€™s going to have all of you.
- [ ] Heā€™s not going to just strip you and shove himself in, no. He still wants to make sure your body is willing. So heā€™s going to be more bold and more obvious about his touches.
- [ ] Bathing alone? Not anymore. Changing alone? Nope. Unless heā€™s gone doing something like gathering food or a quick patrol, your body is for his eyes. He will let you have some modesty but heā€™s going to slip his hands under your clothes when he pleases and feel your soft warm skin.
- [ ] Youā€™re going to be awake when his tail or fingers forcefully slip between your legs, heā€™s going to pull orgasms out of you until your awake conscious learns to relax for his touch like your sleeping body and conscious do.
- [ ] You wont be allowed to leave, he will make sure a clone is around you at all times if he cant be and when youre sleeping heā€™s wrapped around you, his limbs like vices.
- [ ] Your skin will be marked with his bites and some claw marks, not deep enough to truly harm but enough to remind you of him when heā€™s out of sight.
- [ ] He will slowly get you addicted to his taste as well, slipping a pre or cum coated finger into your mouth as you orgasm so your brain learns that his taste means pleasure.
- [ ] When he takes you heā€™s going to be gentle but firm, he wants you to feel good but also wont let you resist him. Heā€™s CLAIMING you now. His fangs will bite into you, this time with the purpose to scar his claim on you.
- [ ] After this, heā€™s going to make sure youre always ready for him, is not above using a clone to keep you spread open and wet for him via cock warming or a prefucking. You will be molded to the shape of his cock.
- [ ] Heā€™s also going to slip inside you when you sleep, waking you as he ruts into you or touches your body.
- [ ] Your body WILL know that his touch means pleasure, but if you resist heā€™s going to make sure you remember your place. He will be rougher with you. Wanting you to submit.
- [ ] He will always pamper you after, cuddling you and cleaning you. But his cum will remain inside you until heā€™s ready to help you wash it out.
- [ ] Heā€™s going to make sure you are so reliant on him, his touch, his presence, and all he does for you that you wont remember that his possessiveness isnt normal, that heā€™d stolen you away without asking and that he continues to lay his claim on you.
- [ ] No, youre lulled into a sense of belonging with himā€¦.youre his to care for, protect, and take.
- [ ] All in all and in general, Destined One is a quiet but firm yandere lover. Only when you really push back/push his dominance does he get too harsh with you. Depending on WHEN he finds you will depend on how quickly he steals you away. But heā€™s going to take care of you, you are HIS mate and mates are to be cared for, protected. He knows itā€™s not exactly normal to keep you the way he does, but something in him wont allow for you to even have the possibility to consider someone else. Heā€™s going to show you that HE is the best for you. That HE knows the best for you. He may be jealous and possessive but he wont harm you so much so that you would be repulsed by his touch. No, he wants you pliant and giving in when he reaches for you, relaxing in his embrace or even seeking his touch out. If you take your pleasure with out him, heā€™s not going to let you sleep, it will get to the point you will end up passing out and he will keep going. Heā€™s going to take you again when you wake. Your pleasure is for him to take and give.
Wukong:
Wukong isā€¦very friendly to you. He also is a very good, if sometimes annoying, traveling companion or protector. So you really donā€™t notice anything out of the ordinary with him in the beginning. By the time you do itā€™s honestly too late for you. Heā€™s lulled you into his intricate web and thereā€™s no escape from him. Because heā€™s had his eyes on you and what Wukong wants, Wukong gets. He also knows there is no one else better than him for you.
- [ ] He knows almost immediately after meeting you that he wants you. Itā€™s not a normal ā€˜wantā€™ either. Itā€™s the kind of greed he that claws at him from the inside desperate to get out and get a hold of you.
- [ ] Wukong will temper SOME of his moreā€¦greedy tendencies down. At first. But he has a way about him that is very demanding and commanding. Being the King and powerful being he is.
- [ ] He has a way of making you feel comfortable around him, as though you belong by his side. Heā€™s going to make sure you see HIM as your protector and someone to go to for help or anything you need.
- [ ] Wukong will be outright flirtatious with you, but he wont be overtly forceful with his touches right away. He wants to get you warmed up to him and used to his ā€˜casualā€™ touches. Something he does NOT do for others but you dont need to know that.
- [ ] He definitely disguises himself when you go bathing, be it a fish in the water or a bug flying about. He wants his eyes on you at all times. Yes, this means he may brush against you often while in his forms of trickery.
- [ ] Would absolutely disguise himself as a woman in a bathhouse if you went to one and offer to help you bathe. (He will fish for compliments about himself if you mention him traveling with you)
- [ ] Wukong is going to be manipulative in a way you dont even realize. Heā€™s mouthy and cunning so heā€™s going to use his words to steer you in whatever direction he wants things to go in.
- [ ] Heā€™s also very opinionated and stubborn, sometimes using that to his advantage to get you to submit to him with some kind of benefit after, be it something he gets for you or heā€™s just all around more pleasant. Heā€™s subtle about it all at first.
- [ ] Everything will be orchestrated to his needs/wants even if it LOOKS like itā€™s yours, because in his mind he knows whatā€™s best FOR you.
- [ ] Youā€™re going to wear clothes he finds for you (will probably take your preferences into consideration because he wants you happy but will definitely get things that suit his taste too), you will periodically have to share his clothes (because he dirtyā€™s yours on purpose or ruins them).
- [ ] He wants you to rely on him for most things, getting you food to cook, personal effects/items, etc. Essentially hes going to be a sugar daddy LMFAO but in a way that heā€™s not necessarily giving you money, he just gets the thing for you while you wait for him because he wants you getting used to HIM taking care of you.
- [ ] *Non Con - Wukong will definitely slip things at times into your food or drink, wanting to make you think your having lovely dreams about him but in reality he has you in his lap, your legs spread wide open, one over each of his knees as heā€™s caressing your body or filling your hole with his tail or fingers. The wet sounds filling the air while youre out of it. Come morning there wont be a trace on you - besides the ever present lingering scent of his on your skin thanks to how touchy he is in general. Through this he explores your body, getting it needy for his touch.
- [ ] Heā€™s also going to cum on you while you sleep or will rub his precum on the inside of your panties so when you wear them you dont even realize what heā€™s done as its mixed with your natural discharge of fluids that end up on your underwear throughout the day. But HIS precum and scent is pressed directly against your pussy all day.
- [ ] Depending on the situation - he may steal you away right away or he might wait and bide his time, getting you to be relaxed with him before he takes you away for himself.
- [ ] Either way, once he has you to himself heā€™s going to get more intense. He may not penetrate you right away but heā€™s going to make you crave him, until you finally beg him to bully his cock into your hole.
- [ ] Heā€™s going to press against you all the time, rubbing his body on yours, striping you and bringing you to the edge of pleasure with his fingers, mouth, or tail until UH OH, you didnt beg him to claim you. Oopsā€¦.cant orgasm because you clearly dont need him like you should. But that doesnt mean HE cant cum. So heā€™s going to do so and rub it into your skin or cuming against your mouth as he holds it open. Wukong wants to cum in your pussy but he holds back, instead cleaning his cock off with your panties and making you wear them all day. Showing ownership over you.
- [ ] As mentioned before, hes mouthy. Heā€™s going to be good at using his words and voice to pick at things and make you question things. Including calling you out on your bodyā€™s reactions to him. He finds it amusing when you try to hide it. Heā€™s going to dig into those things about you and make you squirm - get you worked up as he whispers filthy things to you. Things you might not even have thought about but now you are.
- [ ] All youā€™re going to know is him, what he can give you and what he does for you. Heā€™s made sure of it. So by the time you finally beg him to stuff you full, finally fully submitting to him and giving up your stubborn pride, heā€™s not going to hesitate. Heā€™s going to press you down, ass up face pressed to the floor or bed with his hand on the back of your neck as he holds you down. His cock is going to enter you in one thrust and he will be nice for just a moment to let you spasm around his shape. Wukong will coo at you and the second you even slightly relax hes going to pull back and thrust in hard. The way he takes you that first time is total dominance, you will know who you belong to and where you belong. His finger prints will be bruised into your skin and his bite mark on you as he fully claims you as HIS MATE.
- [ ] Heā€™s going to take care of you after though dont worry, he will be gentle and kiss your body. But heā€™s going to make you orgasm no matter how sore or overstimulated you are - this second round will be softer. The part of him that loves you and wants to pamper you taking over.
- [ ] Wukong wont have any issue playing with you in front of his monkeys (adult ones), so if thereā€™s a meeting going on expect his tail to wander where it shouldnā€™t, slipping inside you. Or he will have a clone whoā€™s bullied his way between your legs under the table. He might even have you sit on his cock, keeping still as he deals with whatever monkey business is going on. No one will ever see an intimate part of you, he wants to keep that for himself. But they will hear you screaming his name and they will see his marks on you.
- [ ] Over all Wukong as a yandere is much more vocally and mentally manipulative. He is also raw power and strength not used to being denied. If youre too stubborn or push back heā€™s going to show you who is boss and why HIS way is best. He wont ever truly harm you, but youre going to know punishment / consequences for your actions if you displease him. Youā€™re his mate, so heā€™s going to take care of you but itā€™s going to be in the way he deems best. If you fully give yourself over to him he will pamper the absolute fuck out of you while also probably pushing your boundaries here and there. Because he LIKES showing his ownership of you. Wukong wont mind you taking your own pleasure but for every orgasm you have (essentially taking them from him) heā€™s going to have some form of punishment lined out for you. Your body is going to know the feel of him and him alone, or him and his clones because he has zero problem with pushing you to your limits with his clones, wanting to see you cock drunk on him.
General Both:
- [ ] Regularly walks around with your juices on his chin or on the fur surrounding his cock.
- [ ] Good at after care but doesnā€™t hold back when he wants something
- [ ] Loves seeing his marks on your skin and presses against them regularly with his fingers to watch you squirm and remember how you got the marks.
- [ ] Not above using all the tricks in the book to get you.
- [ ] Will happily chase you down if you run - into predator/prey stuff.
- [ ] Sensitive to your returned (given willingly) affection.
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these are harsher so skip if you donā€™t like: Doing a ā€œbothā€ here because itā€™s easier. These are in general terms so different AUs/situations apply
- [ ] Very jealous & possessive. If someone shows interest in youā€¦they arenā€™t gonna live long.
- [ ] Will manipulate the things around you without you knowing to get what he wants which is YOU. Be it people or events etc - will make himself look like a good option/only option you have. (If he has to clone into someone or kill someone / make them look bad he will do it)
- [ ] He thinks he knows whatā€™s best for you so whatever he needs to do he will and you will learn that too.
- [ ] Will kill someone you may have been interested in/with/might be married off too.
- [ ] Will assert his dominance by fucking you/making you scream for him in front of someone who had eyes on you/dating you/married to you/getting married to you while a clone of his holds them captive- will kill them after heā€™s done showing the person who you belong to.
- [ ] Will have you cock warm him while heā€™s doing important things (WK kingly duties etc). Doesnā€™t care if others are in the room but they better not LOOK at you. Thatā€™s the rule.
- [ ] Will use you until heā€™s done - especially if you fight him. But heā€™s going to make sure you crave him and his touch/pleasure.
- [ ] Rough with you, you will have his marks on your body at all times be it scratchā€™s or bites and bruises. (Might make a special mark - maybe his initials)
- [ ] Going to keep you open and wet for him for when he needs you. Loves you cock drunk and mindless. Uses you as stress relief too after a hard day/fight
- [ ] Would absolutely baby trap you.
- [ ] If he wanted to really play with you, heā€™d capture you, fuck you, and release you with his cum still filling you (heā€™s going to be near by donā€™t worry). He will do this many times until all you can dream about is him/his touch. (Yes he could just keep you but he wants to mentally mess with you - make you crave the pleasure he forces on you)
- [ ] In that same category- will spike your food/drink and will fuck you into his shape. Youā€™ll wake thinking you had some erotic dream but in reality he had genuinely claimed you.
- [ ] Will stalk the fuck out of you, youā€™ll catch him out of the corner of your eye because he WANTS you to. Wants to smell your fear a little because it excites him.
- [ ] Will make you walk around with his cum on your skin/In you - you WILL smell like his.
- [ ] Will get you anything you need but takes his payment from your body/pleasure. (Publicly too)
- [ ] You will wear the things he picks for you, some for his eyes only. Be it body jewelry or sexy items. When youā€™re in public you wear his favorite colors on you or the things he adorns you with.
- [ ] Fighting him is useless and only eggs him on - push him too much though and he WILL assert his power over you. You wonā€™t be moving anywhere and will feel his ā€˜punishmentā€™
- [ ] Mentally/emotionally will make it so you are so far gone on him and dependent on him you donā€™t even consider escaping anymore.
- [ ] Because while heā€™s dominant and forceful he adds enough sweetness to keep you addicted to him. Yes, he will take care of you and your basic needs and even provide good after care. You are his mate at the end of the day.
- [ ] You sleep with him every night - snug against his body. (If he hasnā€™t stolen you away heā€™s definitely sneaking into your bed)
- [ ] Regularly uses his clones not only to monitor you but to keep you ready for him. Might play punishment games if you cum while being touched by a clone.
- [ ] If someone tries to help you escape youā€™re going to be given their head as a trophy.
- [ ] If someone tries to take you from him, heā€™s going to level mountains.
- [ ] Might test you to see if you will try to escapeā€¦.punishments as consequences.
- [ ] Will protect you with everything he has and any children you give him.
- [ ] Depending on the situation is suspicious if you returning affection - but if he sees itā€™s genuine heā€™s going to be smug as fuck and also very vulnerable about it but wonā€™t show that.
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endereies Ā· 2 days ago
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No Nut November - Day 10
NNN Masterlist...
-āž¤ When Matt sees you with someone else, he couldn't help but admit how he feels
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It was obvious that tensions were high. Anyone could see that. After being friends with the triplets for so long, you felt like things couldnā€™t change, yet you found yourselves proving that wrong. You saw the way he looked at you, only because you were looking at him too.Ā 
Everything, down to the way you acted and dressed revolved around him. You just couldnā€™t help it. You wanted, no, needed him to notice you, to see you.Ā Ā 
Yet after what felt like years, his behaviour didnā€™t seem to change. You tried to convince yourself that he was just excellent at hiding his feelings towards you but if anything, they were on show.Ā 
ā€œYeah, this is y/n! Sheā€™s my best friend, the one I told you about.ā€ A shudder crept up your spine as he introduced you. It shouldnā€™t have bothered you, but you just couldnā€™t help it. Thatā€™s all you were to him, a best friend. You tried to be grateful, after all you were friends with the fucking Sturniolo triplets. And here you were, pitying yourself because you wanted more with one of them.Ā Ā 
You just couldnā€™t get over it, over him. How was it fair that he had total control over your mind. The little moments you used to fawn over just turned into self-deprecation. Any other girl you knew that had caught Mattā€™s eye wasnā€™t like you. They were prettier and had mastered the art of make-up. Their hair was styled and flawless even after the hours of a party. It was just something you couldnā€™t do.Ā 
Yet, his hand would still drop over your shoulder, rubbing your skin as you watching a film. Heā€™d insist you borrow his jacket when it got cold, goose bumps rising to your skin. A few of them ended up in your persona collection after he denied the return saying, ā€˜keep it, they look better on you.ā€™ There had to be something, right?Ā 
Months of trying felt pointless, flirting fell flat and as far as you were concerned? Matt still thought of you the same. You werenā€™t going to sit around anymore just pining over someone who obviously didnā€™t feel the same.Ā Ā 
So, when another guy stood in front of you, a hand stretched out as an invitation for a dance, how could you say no. Gawking at Matt wasnā€™t going anywhere, and you didnā€™t want to never endlessly pray that heā€™ll pull you close. Why get your hopes up when an attractive man is stood in front of you now?Ā 
Although, when you placed your hand into his, Mattā€™s eyes were on you. He liked you, hell that man loved you. He didnā€™t miss anything you handed out to him. His anxiety just stepped in front whenever he wanted to act upon it. No amount of talks with his brothers fixed that.Ā 
He wasnā€™t dumb, he saw it burn in the manā€™s eyes. Lust. He only wanted a quick fuck, he wasnā€™t a newcomer. Unbeknownst to him, you had spent your time staring at Matt rather than scanning the crowd.Ā Ā 
He tried to ignore it, he really did. But as much as he shared the feeling, he hears your laugh through the group of people. He heard everything. The flaunting, the flirting, and the way you let yourself giggle at any small thing he did.Ā 
After about ten minutes of his eyes tracing where his hands met her body, heā€™d had enough. He couldnā€™t believe it took him until you were in the arms of someone else to make him see just how much be didnā€™t want you to be with anyone else.Ā 
Before either of you knew it, his hand was wrapped around your wrist, dragging you away from the man.Ā Ā 
ā€œHey! Matt?! Whatā€™s your problemā€ He didnā€™t listen, he only waited until you both were secluded.Ā 
ā€œdonā€™t go and dance around him, heā€™s just in it for a fuck.ā€Ā 
ā€œMaybe I wanted that.ā€ You crossed your arms, pouting like a small child.Ā 
ā€œAs if, you arenā€™t that type of person.ā€ As much as you wanted to admit it, it felt wrong. You were leaning into another part of yourself. It hurt both of you.Ā 
ā€œOh really? As if you care about what I do.ā€ Every sour thing came up your throat before you could stop itĀ Ā 
ā€œExcuse me? ā€œHis tone changed significantly as he etched closer, his hands now crossed over his chest.Ā 
ā€œYou havenā€™t batted an eye at me in months.ā€Ā 
ā€œI have.ā€ The more he spoke, the more be admitted things he wasnā€™t proud of.Ā 
ā€œHm. When then, name one time.ā€ You wanted to believe him, but if you did. Could you bring yourself to trust him.Ā 
ā€œLiterally every night since I realised, I love you.ā€Ā 
Shit. Now he HAD fucked up.Ā 
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tucsonhorse Ā· 3 days ago
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I am a teen librarian at a public library and all my coworkers seem amazed that I can "stand" to work with teens so much (even my supervisor who is very supportive told me not to get too narrowly focused because "teen librarians have a shelf life").
It took me a while to understand why because I'm not good at distinctions among age groups and basically just treat the teens like I do people my own age (yes,I do add some filters for appropriateness, that much I do get). I ask what they're interested in and let my enjoyment show when they tell me about it, I tell them they did good when they work hard at something, I thank them when they help out. What I think is often just as important, I give them choices, let them ask questions without criticism, and don't expect them to just do what I tell them and accept it.
Usually they have to get over an initial surprise and distrust, but they pretty quickly figure out that if I make a mistake I will admit it and apologize, explain the reason I'm doing things, and actually listen when they give feedback. And that makes a world of difference.
One thing I do with non-teens (as well as teens but it doesn't stand out to them as much) is thank them and tell them I'm proud of them when they take care of themselves. We're all so used to being expected to run ourselves ragged and when we finally say we need a break having it grudgingly accepted. But when a friend says they can't come to a thing because they are out of people points I reply with "thank you for taking care of yourself". When a coworker says they can't help with a project I thank them for knowing their limits. When a friend says they just watched TV all day because they didn't have the motivation to do anything else I say I'm proud of them for letting themselves rest.
It is so simple to encourage people to really take care of themselves, but you have to be aware. All anyone really wants is acceptance and appreciation, and it costs nothing for us to give that to them.
consider: teenagers arenā€™t apathetic about everything theyā€™re just used to you shitting all over whatever they show excitement about
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tojisun Ā· 9 hours ago
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sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au) - camgirl edi!
smut - voyeurism, porn watching, sharing, ambiguous ending; again, this is a non-canon part of sseoi! also ik this scenario is unrealistic but read for the vibes!!!
obsessed with this previous part posted, and canā€™t stop thinking about how the boys used to chirp at simon for calling his fave cam girl his girl, only for it to end there, anyway.
how johnny was the first to find out when he caught simon listening to your stream like itā€™s a fucking podcast while he was taping his stick.
it was still too early in the morning for practice, but simon had been out with a minor lower injury and no one was really shocked that heā€™s the first in the rink when he got his permission from their physio. it was nice to see their A excited to get back on ice because truthfully? they needed him back. the team wasnā€™t straggling by any means but thereā€™s an obvious difference with simon out which was why johnny found himself just as excited when simon told the group chat the good news, bounding in early for the morning skate too.
there were soft murmurs slipping past the cracked door when he made his way, and johnny pushed through the entrance, expecting maybe someone else with riley ā€” maybe their captain or their coach ā€” but itā€™s just their A.
and his phone, at full volume and full brightness, showcasing aā€¦ porn?
amateur porn, from the looks of it.
ā€œuh?ā€ was all johnny could say.
simon looked up, not even really appearing to be mortified that johnny just walked in on him watching a porn live-stream; the healthy sheen on his face did not even break for an embarrassed blush and, really, johnny started wondering if there was something he was missing.
ā€œhey, mate,ā€ simon greeted, still unaffected and screw it, johnny decided to ignore the wet squelch coming from the phone to reach forward and clap his arms around his friend.
ā€œgood to see ye back, man,ā€ johnny said, chuckling. simon rumbled a quiet laugh too, looking pretty pleased and at peace like thereā€™s no raunchy moans rumbling from his speakersā€”
you know what? fuck it.
ā€œso you pent up in a different way, or?ā€ johnny asked, nodding at the phone.
simon blinked, brows wrinkling in confusion for a second, before clarity washed over him, so obvious that johnny could track the moment he remembered what he had been listening to before johnny walked in.
ā€œoh,ā€ he huffed, shoulders shaking in another burst of quiet chuckles. ā€œyā€™ve got to see ā€˜er. fuckinā€™ beautiful, this one.ā€
thatā€¦ was not what johnny expected but he dropped on the cubicle beside simon to peek at his screen. apparently, he glanced at the right time as he watched the way your cunt stretched around the girth of your vibrator, made of glass, and the image you made was so startlingly lewd that johnny couldnā€™t even help groaning in appreciation too.
simon grins with something akin to pride, like he was telling johnny, ā€œsee? whatā€™d i told you?ā€
johnny would forget about that day until simonā€™s blunder of using his public account to blast his feelings for you, his clearly-not-just-pure feelings, made national news. their poor PR and media intern were working overtime to fix simonā€™s mistake because of course simon did not stop at just retweeting your websiteā€™s link while professing how heā€™s never cum so hard for anyone. no, he had to take it a little farther ā€” he mass liked about fifty posts that you have made in two months time in the span of the three hours since theyā€™ve flown back from tampa.
it was hell; apparently his profile was so thoroughly linked to your own with how active he was within those three hours of liking everything he could, that they suggested he just delete his profile and start anew. johnny doubted he was going to, what with his brand deals and other things, but then you poked back at simon and simon was so enamoured that he just took off the rails and flirted with you publicly.
he was unbelievable. simon was horny and yearning ā€” a weird mix, but one thatā€¦ worked, apparently, because here you are now, standing before them, all pretty and breathtaking.
johnny canā€™t even deny that heā€™s not distracted because, well, because theyā€™ve seen you.
naked.
and getting fucked to the point of snot and tears.
fuck, this was not an easy meet-and-greet.
.
it was difficult to not cross the line when chirping at simon about his new relationship but garrick had been firm with his reminder, staring them down with that downturned tilt of his lips that spoke of no-nonsense. and no one ever wants to disappoint their captain so they steered clear of the obvious, like the fact that they all, at one point, watched your videos because simon just wouldnā€™t shut up about you. he was damn near close to waxing poetry which would have been cute if, you know, simon did not sound like a pervert whoā€™s clearly whipped for a stranger.
it was funny then. itā€™s downright petrifying now.
they know more about you than they wished they did, like the fact that your go-to toy when the ejaculating dragon one is in the ā€˜washā€™ is that vibrating dildo that is probably half the girth of johnnyā€™s arm which is to say that itā€™s fucking thick, but still, you were able to bully all of that in your pussy, whining and mewling, before fucking down on it so hard it was bulging out of the soft pudge of your belly. or how you like having your nipples clamped. or how you have such a thing for oral stuff that youā€™d deepthroat a dildo while bouncing on another one.
it was a whiplash, going from watching you touch yourself in ways unfathomable to seeing you in front of them, giggling as you and simon share quiet conversations like theyā€™re some sacred things.
fuck.
not even kyle, with his big announcement, could fake normalcy because you were a locker room name. theyā€™ve all recommended different videos to each other ā€” hell, all of them are still in that group chat they made to share links with each other. sure, simon had created it but no one really put it to rest ā€” messages like, ā€œshe got anything in [x] cosplay?ā€ or, ā€œsaw a short clip of her rubbing her pussy on her washing machine in twitter, does anyone have the full ver?ā€ were getting passed around.
you were the darling girl of the team, and now simonā€™s got you cuffed.
it was easy to pinpoint the source of tension ā€” the guys want a taste.
johnny stares at you and simon, and the secretive little smiles and heated looks that the two of you are sharing with each other, and realizes that maybe, just maybe, they are allowed it.
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