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Like as someone who would definitely fall under the category of "is asexual with no sexual attraction but still does it anyway" I completely understand the notion of "hey it's nice to understand that not all ace people are sex repulsed" but also as someone who also considers themself gay (in a mlm way) (in a tertiary attraction kinda way) and has a girlfriend its like. But I've never seen anyone say any of the gay men in media I relate to can also date women without feeling attracted to them. Its like.... So??? Give me a reason aroaces are the only time there are exceptions that are respected that ISN'T just the the amatonormative idea of ""dating & sex is just natural"" and that allowing this exception means people can still center their stories around dating and sex.
This probably is because allo queers, even if being queer, can still abide by the amatonormative idea of "everyone needs to want/pursue a relationship and (romantic&sexual) love is the most important feeling", so even if yes, a gay man is not abiding by the cishet standards of attraction he can still have a "normal" love story of falling in love and pursuing that interest. Also additionally that aroaces fall outside of the "sexuality binary" (the weird idea that the only sexualities are "exclusive attraction to men" and "exclusive attraction to women" and that anything outside of that is not valid) A romance & sex repulsed Aroace cannot fufil any part of the amatonormative expectation and so exceptions are only allowed in the case that it makes the most important thing about their life still center around romance and sexuality. (Of course- exceptions aren't normally allowed like the fact no one gets I can be gay and have a girlfriend but that exceptions not accepted because it doesn't fit the sexuality binary)
Cause like. Most Allos can understand/relate to the concept of not feeling attracted to a certain gender (like het men don't feel attracted to men but can understand the concept of a gay man not feeling attracted to women under the basis of "its like me but reversed") but they don't have any point of easy reference to relate to no attraction at all so they don't really even try. If they can't relate to it then they don't feel the need to change their worldview to allow it.
Anyway as I said; I would fall under the category of "aroace that is in a relationship" (and not even because of the tertiary attraction) so I totally understand there are people who are like me. And yes I think having that sort of relationship is valid- I mean I'm literally living in one- but its very telling that every aroace character always has this same exact debate but you don't see ANY discussion about biromantic homosexuals or any form of split attraction and dating without attraction in allo characters.
Unfortunately I don't know that many canonically aroace characters- other than Percy (canon ace and Jello said she may also be aro) & Howie (aroace) from Epithet Erased and Lilith (aroace) from the Owl House. Didn't get into toh fan spaces so idk about that but I know I definitely have seen posts about shipping Howie and Percy (sometimes together bc of their rivalry - but other ships are more common.) And yeah Percy is only stated to be ace and "potentially aro" and not explicitly aroace- still definitely have seen many a Percy x Howie or explicitly sexual Ramsey x Percy / Zora x Percy going around so :v
Even if I am in a relationship the way I go about my relationship is a lot different than what allos go through- yet every time in fiction an aroace character is in a relationship its written exactly how allo relationships are. (Though I tend to be romance repulsed so I don't read much of that anyway lol). I do love that other aros who are more romance favourable than me like to write/draw relationships that fit how they live- but when allos write/draw it a lot of time they don't take care in actually considering how that would absolutely affect the dynamic or that there are some characters that just don't want any sort of romantic or sexual relationship at all.
I'm probably going to end up writing my own post abt this further so I don't derail but; also the whole idea of "split attraction and the ability to be not sexually attracted but not sex repulsed in a relationship is only an asexual thing" and not just like. A broad attraction thing that anyone can experience. Definitely is also aided by &/ partially the cause of these exceptions only being applied to aroace folk.
-Toby (they/them) & Bias (he/they)
the way fandoms are desperate to make all aroace characters romance and sex positive but then dont do anything remotely similar to any other identity is astounding. hmm i wonder why
PLEASE dont derail this about shipping characters of other identities please let this one post be about an aroace struggle
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★ ︵ @ toji / reader , phone sex, corruption, virgin!reader, masturbation, voice kink, vibrator
you were young, the right age to be wild and fun. you saw your peers around you at midnight, as you swiped through everyone’s instagram stories. red heart coloured in as you tapped on every new post. red cups littered everywhere in the background, strobing lights manipulating the camera as your beautiful classmates flashed a charming grin or had their tongue out cheekily at their phones.
you wanted to be them so bad, yet you couldn't muster up the confidence nor the courage to get up and be yourself.
this translated to your love life too. it’s not like you were a complete loser, you were friendly, thoughtful, and quite awfully pretty like that one song. there was just something that held you back constantly to go up and talk to the people you fancied. the inexperience made you insecure day by day.
it was not like you planned to be a virgin your whole life! the way things were progressing made you a little unsure though. you were also increasingly embarrassed that you couldn’t make yourself feel good. you would touch yourself in the dark whenever your roommate spent the night at her boyfriend’s. the coil in your stomach would begin to unravel but it would never snap. tears of frustration would bubble and there wasn't a day they converted to tears of pleasure.
and one normal tuesday, as you were scrolling through twitter a post caught your eye. huh? there was no way something like that was legitimate. it was probably a scam, probably. curious enough you click on his profile and the image you are met with has your mouth watering.
stood a faceless man with his shirt off and presumably his pants off — the picture cut off below his achingly deep v line. his veiny arms, you are sure were twice the size of your head, were orgasm inducing. one of his hands held the camera while the other trailed off downwards…fuck.
ovulating and mind clearly way out of rationality, you texted the number in his post. if it was a scam, you would know — you could simply just block him. you weren't the brightest when it came to internet safety.
you closed the message app as soon as you were done typing out a cute "hii! is this legitimate? what’s your business model like? can i trust you? sorry for rambling. i've never done this before." and placed your phone under your pillow as you decided to sleep.
the dreams you had that night were incomparable to the horniest porn you could have ever watched. the faceless man, held you against his warm body as he had you in the meanest mating press. your nails scratching his beautifully muscled back as you begged for more. your eyes rolled behind meeting your empty skull as he delivered a harsher thrust each time you mewled against his lips. as your dream self inched closer and closer to sweet release, you were thrown awake — your lonely beating heart ( and pussy ) your only company.
you woke up cringing at the wetness between your thighs, the fluids of your insatiable arousal coating your thighs. you felt like a hormonal teenage boy who had nutted ( almost in your case ) in his boxers the very first thing in the morning. the discomfort and the migraine you developed from ruined orgasm made you get out of bed dragging yourself to the bathroom. your phone automatically flew to your hand like thor with his hammer as you scrolled as you brushed your teeth.
everything was as smooth sailing as it could be until your eyes landed on a single notification that made you spit your toothpaste out halfway. you had actually texted that man in your delirious state. you glared at yourself in the mirror and clicked on the text expecting to see your usual scam test, something along the lines of "send me all your bank details haha promise i wont do anything about it!" instead what you are met with has you searching for a seat.
"so many fucking questions baby, why don't i call you tonight and you can see how legitimate my big dick is. you can pay me after i've shown you a good time. feel lucky. i don't do this for everyone, sweetheart."
you spent the next thirty minutes trying to cool yourself down, splashing water on yourself to cool how heated your face had become. you sat down on your bed, pulling your knees up to finally answer the text. too embarrassed to text out a detailed reply you simply send him a thumbs up and wait for your racing heart to calm down.
the rest of the day went on incredibly slow, painstakingly slow. you had to sit through college lectures while your mind was clouded with thoughts about the nameless man you were going to talk to that night. you knew you were playing a dangerous game. you knew nothing about this mystery man.
sure, you could discern some of his features by stalking all the media from his x profile. he had raven hair that you could find in the reflection of one lucky post, his hair short and unkempt which did nothing but elicit more of your attention. another post had a little bit of his face revealed, a salacious grin plastered on his face. you could see a scar run on his lips, the sense of danger it gave, had you turned on more than ever, making you wonder if you were going to discover more things about yourself from this ordeal.
during your lunch break you had received another text from the contact, asking about the timings of your encounter. you had hastily agreed to 11pm, a time you knew very well your roommate would not be at home.
if you were going to get dirty, might as well do it in a house with no one else. once you were back home, a quick eaten dinner with your appetite redirected to something else completely, you decided to unwind in the shower. you knew it wasn't a physical meet, this man probably had hundreds of callers before you yet deep down inside you wanted him to want you as much you did. silly as it was, you made sure to pluck and tweeze, shave and oil your skin making sure you smelled like a cupcake. you smelled good enough that the phone could pick up on your perfumed body if it were possible.
the countdown had you pacing in your room, your lips were raw and red with the entire day spent with your lips tucked in your teeth. you were glancing at your clock every thirty seconds, watching the hands of the clock read 10:58.
god were you wetter than ever before. you could feel the thrumming of your heartbeat spread throughout your body. taking deep breaths in you settled on your bed, legs criss crossed trying to pretend that the phone was not about ring any second.
at 11.00pm, your phone rang. the marimba ringtone heard throughout your room, echoing off the walls. you had to remain patient. you didn't want the man to think you were desperate. well, you were! but he didn't need to know that. almost immediately, unable to wait any more, you picked up the call.
you were a smart girl, your grades were proof of that and even now, you had evidence of your intelligence by how you had your bluetooth already connected, so you could hear this man's voice as closely as you could, like he was ready to whisper in your ears. your nerves pooled in but no amount of adrenaline could have prepared you for what you could possibly describe as the sexiest voice on the planet.
"heyyyy doll." it was a gruff voice, something that you would hear in the old cowboy movies your mother used to fawn over when you were a little girl. two words in and you could already hear the teasing tilt to his tone.
"no greetings for someone helping ya out ?" he asked, bringing you out of your stupor. shaking your head like he could see you, you stammered out a quick, "n-no! fuck, im sorry mr...." you trailed off unsure how to address him.
"want to know my name baby ? want to know what you should call out to when you are about to cum ?"
you responded with a squeak, earning a chuckle from the other side of the phone. you hear a quiet sigh as he whispers softly, goosebumps instantly painted on your skin when he says, "call me toji, i would love to hear you scream it."
before you could thank him for his gratitude, you were interrupted when he surprisingly asked, "so tell me doll, what's the issue ? pretty thing like ya doesn't need my help getting off, you must have those stupid frat boys drooling over you."
your eyes widened in surprise, "b-but you don't even know me! how do you know if i'm pretty !!?? or how do you know i'm in college !! are you stalking me ??"
"ah, i understand the problem now." you heard him mutter, you were already tense, shoulders ready to cramp and your hands gripping the sheets so hard you were surprised they didn't tear by the sheer force.
"you worry too much baby, do you think it's not easy to guess that someone that sounds as cute as you would be anything other than an inexperienced college girl. i might be exploiting my body, baby, but that doesnt make me stupid. i'm almost a lil offended." you could feel his sly pout through the phone. you only wished that you could feel it on you instead.
"...you are right, i am inexperienced." you said falling on your bed so you could stare at the ceiling instead. too embarrassed to look at the caller id. "i actually...." you tried to steel your nerves so it could be easy for you to admit it. taking a deep breath in you continued, "i cant..." "get yourself off? is that it sweetheart ?"
you sighed, nodding as you continued. "i've tried to, you know... touch myself, but i just can't!" you said exasperated. "you poor thing, you can't even get yourself off. of course you need my help. no one talks to me and goes unsatisfied." he stopped for a second, to let out a dry laugh.
"tell me, what are you comfortable with tonight?" he asked, letting you think for the first time. ten minutes on call with him and you were already too full of him in your mind, unable to think rationally. "i...i'm comfortable with touching myself and...there's something that i bought for myself, a toy to see if it would help me out. it didn't. i don't mind using that either."
a low whistle. ""a toy? fuck baby, y'er killing me." you gulped at his shameless confession continuing, "i also like it when...when it's a little mean..." you flushed with heat as you voiced it out loud, "i like it mean, not a little— like a lot. sorry."
"awww baby, why are you apologizing ? if you want to be called a slut , i'll call you a slut. no need to feel ashamed for what you like." he pauses, "hm? maybe not ashamed but you do have to feel filthy for a mind like that." you gasped in surprise. "with such less experience, tell me how do you know what you like ?"
you blushed, cheeks feverishly hot now. "ah, i i just.." "just what baby? ya watch porn all alone in your dorm ? that is filthy."
you tried to maintain a semblance of control. "tojiiiii m'not like that, i just—"
"awww, i'm playing, doll. i'm the last person to shame a pretty girl for trying to take care of her needs, no matter how bad she's at it." you felt yourself growing wetter with his words, thighs now spread apart as you laid on your bed, sweating on the sheets from his dirty words.
"silent now? can't hear you playing with your pussy either, waiting for permission?" you wished you could wipe off his smug smirk that is clearly translated through the shitty phone quality. realizing that you actually did not need his permission, your hands inched downwards.
"sweetheart, not yet." he said with a slightly terrifying tone attached to his elongated words. "tell me, what are you wearing?" you scoffed at him, "m'not wearing anything special." you lied. you were but it was too embarrassing to tell him that. "awww you are being a brat now? reaaaaaal cute." he paused, "quit playing, we both know how you had your thighs pressed together all day because of me."
your eyes were already glassy with need. "toji...m'just wearing a babydoll dress, it's not that special i promise."
"is that so sweetie ? all right then. why don't we start slow first? let's not rush into anything and confuse your pretty head." you nodded and quickly realized he could not possibly see you so you responded, "okay toji, i trust you..."
"fuck, you are going to kill me if you keep talking with that pout." he groaned, and you almost felt like he was itching to touch you the same way you wanted to touch him.
"now, pull up your dress, get your tits out. no more than that." you carefully listened, obedience coursing through your veins. you pulled your dress up, freeing your tits to the cold room, nipples hardening immediately. "hah, can hear your heavy breathing through the phone, you are too fucking cute."
you left out a shaky breath at his words and waited for his next instruction. you could hear the sound of clothes rustling from the other side of the phone. "now, pretty, i want you to play with your nipples alright? tug on them baby, pinch them." you burned at his lewd comments but nevertheless followed his words to a tee. you were able to control your sounds till now, biting your lips to suppress the moans that bubbled at his dirty words.
you let out the softest whimpers as you pinched yourself, stimulating your already sensitive nipples. you began to feel hotter than you usually did. maybe it was the fact that you had an audience or maybe because the audience was him.
“fuck, just like that. i wish i was there to see ya touch yourself, maybe even touch you myself a little bit. you would like that wouldn't you slut ?" you simply moaned in response, continuing the ministrations on yourself. "the way you sound like a goddamn whore, all i want to do is bite on your sensitive nipples for you."
you couldn't stop the floaty feeling in your head flowing through your body, his words having an effect on you like nothing had ever before.
"fuckin' slut, if ya can get turned on this easily by just having your tits fondled i think its time for you to touch your pretty pussy.." you immediately listened, wasting no time to bring your fingers to the valley of your thighs.
"fuck, spread yourself for me baby and let me hear the mess you've made for my voice." the simple act of you spreading your legs let out a sticky squelch, caught by your microphone and undoubtedly toji who practically moaned at that noise. "god. run your finger through your pussy, you sound fucking beautiful." you do as he said, letting the messiest sounds echo through the room. he groused loudly, "fuckin' hell, you have to be kidding me." you wouldn't believe your own body either. you had never been that wet before, never that aroused.
"awww, my sweet slut got all wet from my voice, no longer my sweet baby hm? so fuckin' dirty." you could hear the sound of something being uncapped and a loud squelch that came from his side of the line. "it's a disgrace that i can't feel how wet your dirty cunt is getting on my cock. have to resort to lube instead." he muttered under his breath. "god sweetheart, your pussy probably tastes better than this shitty artificial strawberry despite it being so filthy."
you began to inch your fingers closer and closer to your needy clit, which was already begging for your attention. maybe it was the praise along with his degradation that made you good because you immediately followed up with a "toj' can i touch my clit, please?"
toji growled at your innocent yet lewd request. "keep asking like that slut and ill give ya a baby too." you giggled at his words now actually touching yourself. finally, giving attention where you had desperately craved your touch had you arching your back off the bed, immediately crying out in pleasure. your bundle of nerves ached with need and being given the pleasure it needed all along, you could feel the black spots of pleasure already painting your vision.
"i want you to be slow baby, take it slow." he cooed at you, "make sure you rub the softest circles on her, hm just the faintest ya don't want to overwhelm her, pretty." you were hooked to every word that left his mouth and you definitely didn't miss the way he tugged on his cock. it had you growing so needy to be filled.
"that's right my filthy whore, why dont ya give her a kiss with your vibrator. come on, turn that flimsy silicon on." you nodded along, pulling your vibrator from underneath your pillow to use on yourself. you turned the pink silicon and brought it closer to your pretty clit just faintly touching it, hovering almost just as toji had told you to.
the minute you brought your vibrator to your needy clit, your body arched off the bed almost unnaturally. your mind was fuzzy with the pleasure it felt. you had never felt like this before when you had used that very vibrator on yourself. you began to mewl uncontrollably as your thighs twitched at the faint sensations.
"fuuuuuuck, you sound so slutty sweetheart. no one could have imagined that such a naive girl would be shamelessly getting off to a stranger's voice." you were babbling, mind too far gone to actually answer him.
"now listen carefully baby, i want you to keep that stupid toy on your clit while your other hand plays with your slutty hole alright?" you forced yourself to bring back some obedience so you could follow along to his words. "i want you to put a finger in yourself, sweets, just one. you can do that for me right baby?"
you nodded again, no longer able to form coherent sentences. "i need ya to use your words like a good fucking girl, else i'll leave you all needy and alone." your eyes opened in despair, tears streaming down your pretty face. "noooo toj' —" you hiccuped, "please, just wanna feel good!"
if you could have seen the sight that was on the other side of the phone call you would have lost your damn mind. sat on a leather couch next to a plastic desk, toji fushiguro had the sleaziest grin painted on his face as he listened to your desperate begging. the raven haired man had his sweats pulled down just enough to spring his cock so he could stroke himself to the little whines you couldn't hold back. the way you called out his name had him high on pleasure, the sticky strawberry lube clouding every sense of his.
all the poor man wanted to do was be able to push your head onto the bed as he pounded you like you deserved, snatching up your virginity like a disgusting pervert. alas, all he could do was fist his obscenely hard cock to the thought of your fingers pushed deep inside your cunt unable to give you the pleasure— a minute with his tongue could.
he settled for making you cry instead, revelling in the way you wobbled with tears. he moaned at your mewls, trying to talk to you but you made it so hard for him to talk.
"i want you to put another finger in, baby, oh? what was that? too tight?" he cackled at your words, "go slowly, don't wanna break ya doll." you sniffled, trying to put another finger into you slowly, and you felt so full already.
"if you can't handle your fingers, how can you ever take a cock? thought you were a cock hungry slut ?" you cried, as you began to scissor yourself open, hands beginning to cramp up. your body was beyond stimulated now, you could taste your orgasm on your tongue.
"toji, m'close, ah—i think so." toji felt his heart beat faster at your words.
"awww you are going to cum baby? my sweet whore about to have her first ever orgasm ?" you nodded as you continued to push your fingers in and out of your sweltering heat, eyes rolled back and mouth open as you couldn't crave for something bigger.
"sweetheart, i want you to increase the intensity setting on your toy and continue to finger that cunt okay? you'll listen right? i promise to make you see the stars." you couldn't help but cry out as you increased the intensity, body pushed beyond its limits. you could feel a warm sensation all throughout your body as you pressed the toy impossibly closer to your clit.
toji tried to match his strokes, his cock about to cum around the same time as you just as he continued thrusting into his own fist at the same pace your fingers thrusted into your warm hole. he couldn't help but tug faster as your moans became louder and your words became less comprehensible.
"let yourself go baby, you can do it. toji's right here with you." he nearly whimpered as he heard your desperate whines. you began to feel your cunt squeeze impossibly against your fingers and suddenly the coil in your stomach snapped. you felt a gush of liquid splash everywhere, dirtying your sheets. you could feel the slick ooze from you as you squirted for the first time in your entire life.
all those years of remaining "broken" as your best friend would call you was all worth it because at that moment all you could see was heaven. white washed over your eyelids and the softest buzzing sensation racked through your body. talking about buzzing, your vibrator remained on the side having its use truly fulfilled for the first time in your life.
meanwhile toji could not believe his fucking ears when he heard his so called inexperienced caller squirt only because of his voice. it was enough to send him over the edge, his fist grasping his cock almost painfully as he came all over his abs, his cum painting his tan skin white and his happy trail a wet mess from when he had started. he was beyond ecstatic, hearing your soft pants from the line.
you heard toji's grunts directly in your ears and if you were not completely exhausted, you would have brought the vibrator back once again. as you heard him finish, you muttered a shy thank you for being the first to make you cum.
he simply chuckles at your words following it up with a, “it's all good doll, just make sure ya pay me double before our next session.”
fuck, you needed to get a part time job now.
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Jealousy, Jealousy
Summary: Spencer gets jealous when you work together with a police officer on your current case.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Category: Smut, some Angst and Fluff (18+ MDNI)
Warnings: alcohol consumption, making out in public, dirty talk, hair pulling, oral sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that), multiple orgasms, creampie, dom!spencer (kinda)
Word Count: 6,5k
Author’s Note: I spent the whole week writing this one even though I should be studying for my final exam next week (not stressed enough to study yet oops) and don’t really like how it turned out even though I don’t know why. I rewrote it a couple of times but I think I’m just gonna leave it like that. I hope you like it more than I do lol
Spencer sits at his desk, his brow furrowed and his eyes fixed on the situation happening in front of him. It looks like a normal day at the office — the sounds of keys being typed, phones ringing, and the hum of the coffee machine. But at that moment, Spencer is oblivious to all of it. His gaze is fixed on the table next to the window, and he can’t take his eyes off the scene.
A police officer, a young, good-looking man named James, is having an animated conversation with you — his colleague, friend, and the woman he’s been in love with for years. The conversation seems relaxed and full of laughter, as if you two are sharing funny stories from your personal lives. You laugh again and again, a gleam in your eyes that he knows all too well.
But that’s not all. James reaches for the documents he wants to hand you, and as he does, his hand touches yours for a moment. The touch is fleeting, almost accidental, but Spencer feels an uncomfortable sensation spreading through him — jealousy. “She’s laughing... he’s making her laugh,” Spencer mutters grimly to himself, still staring at you.
"What's wrong?" he suddenly hears Luke’s voice, who sits down at his desk with a smile. Luke has been watching Spencer for a while without him noticing. Spencer tries to concentrate, wiping his hand over his mouth as if that would drive away the thoughts. But it doesn’t help.
"Nothing," he grumbles, not moving. “Oh yeah?" Luke asks, grinning crookedly. "You know, you look like you're about to explode with anger at any moment. Can't you see you're driving yourself crazy?" Spencer was about to get upset, but he decides to stay calm.
“I... I'm just concentrating on my work," Spencer mumbles, his gaze constantly drifting toward you. Luke grins, knowing exactly what’s going on. "If you really want her, you'll have to do more than just watch." Spencer blinks. "What?" he asks. “You have to show everyone that she's no longer available. Put a ring on her finger, and the officer won’t come near her anytime soon," he says to tease him.
Spencer feels his throat go dry. Ring? That is the point where he perks up. He is about to say something else when suddenly a new laugh from you reaches him. James just made a joke — and you are laughing again. Spencer can no longer just watch. Hearing you laugh at something he said feels like a punch to his stomach.
“That's enough!" he growls, standing up abruptly, anger boiling up inside him. Luke raises an eyebrow and watches him. "Are you all right, man?" Spencer walks over to you without further ado. You are sitting at the desk, James just left to get more files, and your eyes are fixed on the stack in front of you. Spencer steps in front of you with firm steps.
“Do you have a minute?" he asks, his voice much calmer than he feels, while he tries not to make the words sound too harsh. He tries not to let jealousy flash in his eyes. You look up and smile at him, completely unaware of what is going on inside him. "Sure, Spencer. What's up?" you ask. “We need to talk." The quiet jealousy inside him is like a cold, steady pressure.
It isn’t just the flirting between you and James. It’s the way he looks at you, the way you react to him — having a conversation with the only woman he really wants. Spencer takes a deep breath and keeps his gaze on yours. “In private,” he adds when you make no sign of standing up. You look at him, confused. “Uhm… okay,” you say, and follow him.
Spencer and you are now standing behind the closed door of the small office. The room suddenly seems much smaller than it usually does. The air is heavy, almost uncomfortable, and Spencer has already turned around, his gaze returning to you. “So, how far along are you with the files?" Spencer asks harshly, phrasing the question less out of interest and more like a challenge. The words come quickly, almost too quickly.
“We're halfway through," you answer calmly, as if you don’t even notice the tension. “Halfway through?" Spencer’s eyebrows furrow, the lines on his face stiffening. "Damn, we should be much further along! We barely have any time left, and you're spending all your time with him instead of focusing on work!" You blink in surprise. "What are you talking about? James? We're well organized and work together. What's going on now?" you ask, confused.
“Oh, come on,” Spencer continues, now visibly upset. “The guy isn’t even interested in working on the documents. He’s just using the whole thing to flirt with you. It’s all just a game for him. And you’re falling for it!” He clenches his hands into fists. “He’s only doing this because he wants to get you into his bed, and he has no idea about the work we’re supposed to be doing here!” Spencer shouts.
You can’t believe what you’re hearing. A spark of anger shoots up inside you, and you take a step closer to him. “That’s not true, Spencer,” your tone is sharp now, the words harsh and disregarding the tension between you. “We just get along well, okay? That’s all!” you say.
“Oh, really?” Spencer snorts derisively and shakes his head. “You know exactly what he wants. And it has nothing to do with work, you can be sure of that. He talks to you, flirts with you, and you let it all go like nothing’s happening!” He spits out each word as if he couldn’t keep it in any longer.
You feel your heart rate increase. You clench your fists now too. "You have no idea, Spencer!" you hiss. Your anger continues to grow the more you hear his words echoing in your head. "You have no idea what's really going on here, and most importantly, it’s none of your business, okay? You are not my boyfriend." You secretly hope that he will object and tell you that this is what he wants, but he just keeps looking at you.
The air between you is electric, so thick and charged that it almost feels like it could explode. Spencer stares at you, his face tense, but you can see a mixture of anger and... disappointment in his eyes. But when you said that it was none of his business, it seemed as if something inside him was breaking. You can see it in his eyes.
"I understand..." he says with a bitter smile, but it sounds more like disappointment than an answer. You can’t stay in that place any longer. You want to get out of that room, away from him, from this tense situation, from his accusations. You just leave him standing there, without another word. You open the door and quickly leave the room, heading back to the office, where the rest of the team is still going about their daily lives.
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Spencer sits at his desk, his eyes fixed on the maps in front of him, but his thoughts are everywhere — except at work. His gaze keeps drifting to the desk where you are sitting with James. You’re speaking to each other; he says something, and you laugh. Again. Spencer can’t stand it. The thought that this guy is getting closer and closer to you burns inside him like fire.
The moment you left the small office is burned into his memory. Your words, his reaction — it had all been a blow to him, even if he didn’t want to admit it. He felt hurt, disappointed, and even though he buried it deep inside, he knows that something inside him had broken.
At that moment, Luke appears again. He leans casually against the table, watching Spencer for a while before breaking the silence. "You look like you’ve just been through some personal drama," he says with a crooked grin that lightens the atmosphere but doesn’t obscure the seriousness of Spencer's face. "What happened, man? What’s wrong with you? Is it because of these two?" he asks and points over to you and James.
Spencer sighs and wipes his hand across his face before slowly turning back. "Nothing. It’s nothing." But even he knows he can’t hide behind that answer. “Come on," Luke urges, sitting down on the edge of the desk and leaning back. "I saw that. You’re not just annoyed. You look like you’ve just been through an argument. What happened?"
Spencer slowly turns Luke and shakes his head. "It’s... nothing important." He feels like admitting it would only weaken him further, so he continues in a short, clipped tone, "She’s just... she doesn’t understand me. I told her not to talk to the guy. And she... she doesn’t want to listen. So what?” Luke looks at him in silence for a moment. Then he snorts softly.
“You know, Spencer," he begins in a serious tone, "you both just have to stop ignoring what’s obvious." Spencer stares at him, unsure of what to say next. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," Spencer says. “Oh, come on," Luke says, looking straight at him. "You’re in love with her, and she’s in love with you. You two are just ignoring it like a couple of idiots."
Spencer blinks, his eyes widening for a moment as if the thought of Luke saying that caught him completely off guard. "What?" he blurts out. "What are you talking about? That’s not true. I’m not in love with her. I’m just trying protect her from getting hurt by that idiot.”
Luke leans in closer. "You look at her like she could change your life, and you roll your eyes every time James or another man is around, like it’s a personal attack on your precinct. And her? She’s just as torn, but she won’t admit it." Luke takes a moment before adding, "You two act like you're untouchable, like it’s just a working relationship, but that’s not true. You want each other. So stop lying to each other’s eyes."
Spencer opens his mouth, trying to say something, but then nothing comes to mind. What should he say? It’s the truth. But admitting that feels like losing all control. He feels weak and hurt, and the thought that Luke could see through it so easily doesn’t make it any better.
"I..." Spencer begins, but stops before he can reveal anything else. Instead, he turns back to his map and stares at the documents in front of him. He can’t look at Luke. "Just let it go," he says finally, his tone harsh. "I have to keep working; there’s still a lot to do." Luke sighs and shakes his head as he steps down from Spencer's desk. "You’re a stubborn man sometimes, you know that?" he says with a grin that shows no joy. "But if you keep getting in your own way, it’s no wonder you're wearing yourself out so much."
Spencer hears Luke walking away. But even now, Spencer can’t free himself from the thoughts that torment him. All this time, he believed he could control his feelings for you. But now that Luke brought it up so directly, he became painfully aware that he had become embroiled in something far more complicated than he had ever wanted to admit.
He looks back over to your desk, where you and James are still talking, but this time in a more relaxed manner. Spencer can almost feel the look James is giving you — and it’s driving him crazy. He snorts and tries to focus back on his work, but his thoughts keep drifting back to you. You are in his head, over and over, always have been. And the more he tries to ignore it, the stronger the feeling becomes. He can’t escape it.
At the end of the day, Spencer and you avoid each other. Spencer sinks back into his work, conversations with you are kept to a minimum, and at some point, you and James disappear together into a meeting that Spencer doesn’t even try to follow. It’s as if they are the only two sharing the room, while Spencer is lost in the loneliness in his head.
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When all the work is finally done, the team decides to go to a bar to end the evening in a relaxed manner. Luke is now trying to persuade him to come along. "A little relaxation, a beer – that's good for everyone," he says. “Come on," Luke says. "You've been thinking about her and your stupid fight all day. A little fresh air, a beer, and a few relaxed conversations – that will do you good. And besides... it's always better to hang out with us than to sit around alone, right?" he asks.
"I don't know, man," Spencer grumbles as he stares at his book. "I'm really not in the mood to talk to people today." Luke shakes his head. "You say that every time. Come on. I'll get you a beer, and then we'll talk about something else. Otherwise, you'll go crazy!" Spencer sighs and looks at Luke.
"Will she be there too?" he asks, and Luke nods. Spencer knows you’ll still be mad at him, but he's a little relieved because it means that if you’re at the bar, at least you won't be spending the evening alone with James.
And even though Spencer doesn’t really want to be around, it’s way better than sitting in his room, thinking about you. So he gives in. "Okay, okay, I'll come with you. But if it gets too much for me, I'll leave," he says. “All right," Luke replies, immediately setting off and clapping his hands happily.
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When they enter the bar, the mood is relaxed, and the music in the background isn’t too loud. It is a nice place – exactly what Spencer needs to clear his head. The stress of the day is suddenly far away, and he feels a little bit better. But when he looks around the room, he pauses for a moment.
At a table at the back of the bar, there are all the people from the police team they are working with on the current case. Spencer stops abruptly when he spots them. And to his horror, he notices that James– the guy who had been getting on his nerves all day – is there too.
But that isn’t the worst part. What upsets Spencer most is the sight of you. You are sitting right next to James again. He has a charming expression on his face as he explains something to you, and everything about his body language screams, "I'm interested in you." Spencer feels the wave of jealousy and frustration building up inside him again. "What the hell...?" he mutters quietly as he turns to look at Luke. "What are they doing here?"
Luke, who is heading towards the bar, looks around in confusion, then at Spencer. "What?" he asks. “All the people from the police team... and James. Why the hell are they here?" Spencer snorts as he tries to stay calm, but anger is seething inside him. Luke blinks and then looks around at the faces as well. "Uh..." he finally says, scratching his head.
“I didn't know they were invited too. I thought this was just for us. Really...?" He is visibly surprised. "That's weird. Well, whatever. We're here, they're here – it's not the end of the world, is it?" Luke says. “At least not for you," Spencer says and rolls his eyes. “I didn't know, man," Luke says apologetically. "If you want, we can leave. But I thought you wanted to distract yourself a little. Come on, it'll be fine."
Spencer really just wants to get out, but he knows he can’t just disappear without being noticed. The whole group already saw them, and it would be even weirder to just turn around and leave. So he takes a deep breath to stay calm. “I'm staying," Spencer finally says, even though the thought of just standing there almost drives him mad. "But if that guy talks to her like that again, then..."
"You're exaggerating," Luke says, patting Spencer on the shoulder. "Come on, let's get something to drink first, okay? That will make it easier to bear." Spencer nods, even though he feels the restlessness inside him. “I urgently need something to drink.” Luke grabs two beers for them, while Spencer just stands there, trying hard not to look in the direction of the table where you and James are sitting.
But every time his gaze happens to wander there, he feels his muscles tense. James is still talking to you, and this time he seems to be paying particular attention to you. Spencer can practically feel Jame’s gaze – the gaze of a man who wants more. “Man, you really have to relax. Running around like a caged tiger all the time isn't going to help you,” Luke says.
“The problem is, I don’t want to see him making out with her,” Spencer admits. “I mean, what the hell? We're working on the same case, and he..." He exhales sharply. "That guy is the last person I want to get along with."
Luke shakes his head, but his grin slowly disappears. "Okay, I understand. But if you really want to prevent him from getting involved with her, you have to pull yourself together, otherwise everything will just revolve around him. Just relax. Drink something, talk to the others. And if you really want to change something, you have to do something instead of just staring."
Spencer nods, but the restlessness inside him remains. While Luke puts the beer in front of him, Spencer continues to stare in the direction of the table where you and James are sitting, while an unpleasant feeling does not leave him alone. When Luke goes over to sit down at table next to yours where Rossi, Matt and Tara are sitting, he follows him lost in his thoughts.
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Your POV
The evening in the bar is slowly dragging on, and you try to relax as much as possible. But despite the conversations and the more relaxed mood, there is this one constant feeling that you can't shake off: Spencer's gaze. You feel it all the time – not directly, but still clearly. Again and again, you notice how his eyes fix on you from a distance, every time you laugh or get into a conversation. And you know it isn’t a coincidence.
The jealousy in him is almost tangible, but you can also see his insecurity. It’s as if he’s losing himself in his own thoughts. He keeps clenching his fists, as if he can’t control the situation. And while you are angry at him – at the way he behaves, at the way he’s closing himself off from his feelings – you also feel some pity for him.
You are both caught in this kind of self-denial. You think that he might feel as much for you as you feel for him, but he just never really dared to admit it. He had always been a little distant at times – almost as if he didn’t want to get too close to you. Perhaps out of fear of admitting to himself that he felt more for you. And you? You aren’t much better. You never address your feelings for him directly, for fear that he wouldn't return them, or worse, would just ignore them.
When James had shown interest in you, it had been a painful but somehow useful moment. The sudden attention he’s giving you seems to be working – at least in theory. Penelope and Emily advised you to use the opportunity to make Spencer jealous. It’s a risky gamble, but you know it might be the only way to get Spencer to come out of his shell. You hesitated at first, but over time you realized that you had to at least try.
James is funny, has a quick quip on his lips, and manages to make you laugh. And while you get along well with him, you feel Spencer’s gaze only getting more intense from one moment to the next. It’s almost like an invisible competition – James is flirting with you, and Spencer is watching from afar without lifting a finger. Why is he doing that? Why can’t he just walk up to you and show you what he really feels?
Every time you notice Jame’s gaze on you, you also feel Spencer withdrawing more and more into himself, his eyes lowering to the table and occasionally playing with his hands. He seems to be struggling to pull himself together, but you know he’s seething inside. And you... you are angry at him, yes. Angry that he never made the first move, angry that he doesn’t dare to show you how he feels about you.
But at the same time, there’s also a little bit of pity, because you know how vulnerable he really is. He doesn’t want to admit that he feels the same way, and it’s easier for him to watch you from afar rather than face the fear that his feelings for you bring with them.
And then... the moment when James turns back to you and puts his hand on your arm as he whispers something in your ear – a joke, a charming compliment that you can barely hear - you see Spencer’s look out of the corner of your eye. He stares at you, his jaw clenched, and you can see the anger and jealousy building up inside him.
For a moment, you feel... powerful. And guilty at the same time. Is that really the right way? Is there really any point in provoking him like that? “You can calm down,” Penelope whispers to you as she sits down next to you. “He’s been looking at you like that all evening, and we all know he’ll have to make the first move at some point. He won’t be able to ignore it forever.”
You take a deep breath and nod, even though you are torn inside. What if it just doesn’t work? What if he never dares? And what if he just wants to keep you in the friend zone without ever crossing the line? You look over to Spencer again – his eyes are still on you, but this time there is something different in his gaze. Doubt? Hurt?
“He just needs to see that you’re no longer available,” Emily says, as she advised you. “And then he’ll react. It’s just a matter of time.” James asks for another drink and turns back to you with a charming smile. Spencer’s gaze continues to burn into your back. But now that you’ve dared to use the situation to your advantage, you know: It’s a risky game, but perhaps the only thing you can do to bring the truth to light. You didn’t even know he would get this jealous.
But you can’t bring yourself to spend the whole evening here and continue to be stuck in this tension. It’s too much. “I’m going to the bathroom for a minute,” you say with a slight smile that is more polite than genuine joy. You turn to James, who is about to lean toward you again. “I’ll be right back.”
He nods and gives you a meaningful smile. “Sure, take your time. I’ll wait for you here.” You stand up, run your fingers through your hair, and walk toward the bathroom, looking over your shoulder once more to scan the room behind you. Your eyes immediately find the one spot that turns your stomach: Spencer.
He is still sitting in his seat, and you feel the atmosphere between you thickening. He has seen you. And you cannot miss his eyes – they are burning in your direction, as if they are blocking out everything else. It’s that look that you’ve felt from him too many times – a look that doesn’t let you go, a look that is full of anger and uncertainty at the same time. And yet, there is something else.
You pause for a moment when you notice that he’s watching you intensely. A brief hesitation, then you give him a look – almost like a small awakening between the two of you. It’s the moment when everything around you seems to go quiet. A moment that only exists between you and him.
Luke, who had been following the whole scene with a watchful eye, turned to Spencer when he noticed you moving away from your seat. “It’s now or never, Spencer,” he says, his tone serious. “If you really want her, now’s your chance. You have to do something. Otherwise, she’ll go back to him.”
Spencer glanced nervously in your direction as he saw you heading to the bathroom. For a moment, he just stared, then he abruptly stood up, dropped his beer back on the table, and walked in the direction you had disappeared.
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You are washing your hands when the door opens behind you and Spencer appears. He walks towards you, his gaze hard and determined, but also somehow… vulnerable. The determination in his eyes reveals that he hasn’t come here without a conversation.
"Spencer?" you ask, and he takes a deep breath. Then he says in a tone so hard and yet so quiet that you can practically feel the inner conflict within him: "I don't want you to go back to him." You look at him, completely surprised by the sudden turn of events. Your eyes narrow slightly as you consider the words. "What?"
Spencer seems to force himself to repeat it again as he takes a step closer. "I don't want you to go back to him," he repeats, and this time it sounds final.
"Why?" you ask challengingly. Now that he said it like that, he sounds even more jealous than he did this morning in the office.
"Because I want to be the one," he finally says. His words hit you like a bolt of lightning. "I want to be the one who makes you laugh. I want to be the one who touches you, who tells you... things you want to hear. Not him. Me." For a moment, there is silence between the two of you. The words he had just said hang in the air.
You look at him—really, for the first time in a while, you see him clearly. Without the wall of insecurity and reserved distance that he had always built around himself. Without the anger that he had shown you again and again since he came back from prison.
"Why didn't you say that earlier? I could never be sure. I tried to talk to you but most of the time you were so distant," you finally say. “Because I... because I didn't know how," Spencer says. "I didn't know what you really felt. And... I didn't want to lose you. After everything that had happened with Maeve, then my time in prison... I was just afraid that you would be taken away from me too."
You look deep into his eyes. He loves you. For a long time. But he never admitted it to himself. He let himself be too guided by the fear of having lost too much if he had said it. And you? You hesitated just as long. But this moment... this moment is the turning point. Now you know.
"I don't want to lose you either, Spencer," you say quietly. For a moment, he just stands there and looks at you, but then he takes a step closer, and suddenly the distance between you is gone. Without another word, he pulls you towards him. His lips find yours, and in that kiss is everything you've ever wanted.
You run your hands through his hair, something you always wanted to do, and press yourself closer against him. He kisses down your neck, grazing a spot with his teeth before he bits down, leaving a hickey. Then leans closer to your ear and a shiver runs down your spine. In that moment, when the two of you finally give in to your desires, something snaps.
“You were driving me crazy today, angel. I had to hold myself together all day while he was busy flirting with you. But you’re mine.” He goes back to kissing you, exploring your mouth with his tongue and biting down on your lip. You press even closer against him. “Touch me, Spence, please,” you whisper, but he pulls back and chuckles. “Now you want me to touch you? After you spend the whole day hanging out with this idiot?” he says, not giving you what you want right away after what happened today.
“Yes, please. I only want you,” you say, roaming your hands over his body but he turns you around and your back presses against the wall. “Woah, Spence,” you squeak but he shuts you up by pressing another kiss to your lips. His hands begin to slowly trail underneath your top and squeeze your breasts through your bra. “We’re leaving. Now. I waited way too long for this. I’m not going to fuck you in a bathroom, at least not now,” he says with a smirk on his lips and you clench your thighs together in excitement.
He leans down to place one last kiss on your mouth before he takes your hand and pulls you out of the bathroom after him. He doesn’t even bother to tell the others you are leaving now, the only thought in his mind being you. To your advantage, the hotel is almost directly across from the bar. It's only about a 10 minute walk, but this time it feels even shorter as Spencer takes long, quick steps to get there as quickly as possible.
When you stand in front of the door of his room Spencer let’s go of your hand to reach for the keys in his bag. As soon as unlocks the door he pushes you in and closes the door before pressing you against the next wall. You can feel how hard he already is. His mouth is back on your neck in instant, kissing the spot where he left the hickey.
His hands trail back under your top again, but this time he immediately unclasps your bra. He squeezes one of your nipples before tugging at your top to show you that he wants it off. You help him and begin to open the buttons of his shirt too before it joins your top on the floor. While kissing you Spencer guides you to the bed and when your knees hit the bed frame you drop with your back on the bed.
Spencer takes the opportunity to take off your jeans and underwear in one motion, taking a step back to admire you from afar. “You’re so beautiful. And all mine,” he says, his eyes sparkling with lust. He comes closer and leans down, placing kisses all over your body and you keep running your fingers through his hair. It’s even softer than you thought. When he leaves another hickey you tug at his hair, earning a groan from him.
To hear this sound coming from him turns you on more than you could’ve imagined and you can feel yourself getting even wetter. Spencer’s head is now going down, in between your legs, kissing your inner thighs before running a finger through your folds. “You’re so wet. Is this all for me?” he asks, slipping a finger inside you. “Only for you, Spence,” you moan, lifting your hips to show him you want more.
But he stops and pulls away from you. “No, you’re not allowed to move,” he says with a smirk on his face. “Why not?” you ask, eagerly waiting for him to continue his actions. “Because I said so,” he simply says and then you understand. He wants to make you wait and even more desperate for him. It’s some kind of power play, he wants to show you that he’s the one who is in charge.
“Listen to me and I’ll give you what you want,” he says while his finger slowly trails circles on your clit. “Do you understand?” he asks, locking eyes with you. “Yes, I understand,” you say. All you want is for him to keep touching you, it’s addictive. “Good girl,” he says before slipping his fingers back inside you. You shiver and he immediately notices the affect the words have on you.
“Interesting. You like being called a good girl, am I right?” he asks, thrusting his fingers deeper inside you. “Ye - yes,” you whisper. “I can’t hear you,” he says while you try to hold yourself back to not arch into his touch like he told you to. “Yes, I - I like it,” you say. He seems satisfied with your answer and adds another finger. You feel the pleasure shoot right through you and you’re afraid you’re are no longer able to control your body.
“Please, I’m so close,” you whimper but he stops again. He‘s definitely driving you crazy. “No. I want you to come on my tongue,” Spencer says and leans down, immediately licking a stripe up your pussy before sucking on your clit. “Oh…” you exhale at the warm feeling of his tongue. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he says. You feel him moaning against you and a shiver runs down your spine when he swirls his tongue around your clit.
His hands push into your thighs, making sure to keep them apart to keep on eating you out. Then he adds a finger and your entire body is on edge. You start to lose yourself in the pleasure and when you look down and see his head buried between your thighs, diving restlessly into you, you start to lose yourself.
“Spence, I - can I -“ you are no longer able to form a sentence, far too lost in the pleasure already. You’re glad he decides against teasing you for it this time. “Come on my tongue, angel,” he says and sucks on your clit to set you over the edge. Your orgasms crashes over you and you keep moaning his name when you come. Spencer chuckles and comes up to kiss you, giving you a moment to recover. You can taste yourself on his lips and push your tongue in his mouth.
“Need you now, Spence. Please,” you whisper in his ear. “What do you need, angel? You have to tell me,” he says. “You Spence - I need you inside me.” His hands reach for his belt and he unclasps it before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. He pulls is pants and boxers down and your gaze wanders down his body and your eyes widen when you see his cock. He is bigger than expected, his tip already glistening with pre-cum.
He begins to stoke his cock lazily, enjoying the look you give him. “I don’t have a condom,” he says when he leans down to you. “I’m on birth control,” you tell him as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in to give him a kiss. You can feel how he lines your cock up your entrance, slowly sliding through your folds and over your clit to tease you.
“Spence, I need you inside me now,” you say and lift your hips again but he gives you a disappointed look. “I thought I told you not to move?” he says, pressing you back down with one of his hands. “I - I forgot. And it’s not fair when you drive me crazy the whole time,” you say and he chuckles. “Look at you, so desperate for my cock. Well, if you don’t want me to drive you crazy then I’m going to fuck you stupid, is that what you want?” he asks. “Yes Spence, please, fuck me,” you breath out and he finally pushes inside you.
“Fuck,” he sighed when he feels you clench around him. “I can get used to this.” You never felt so full before. He starts to thrust in and out of you, hitting your G- spot. You wrap your legs around his waist and feel him even deeper inside of you. “Harder,” you beg him and his thrusts become more intense as he fucks you faster and deeper. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. So wet and warm, just for me. Tell me, who does this pussy belongs to?” he says and grabs your hips harder, his fingers digging into the skin, leaving bruises there.
Your mind is going blank at the pleasure and you’re not able to answer him. But then one of his hands leaves your hips and grabs your hair, pulling your head back. You moan and open your eyes to see Spencer looking down at you. “I asked you a question. Answer me,” he says, his eyes sparkling with lust. “You - belongs to you, Spence,” you moan and grab his back to hold your shaking body steady. You’re close now, Spencer can feel it too.
“Yes, all mine. I’m the one who gets to fuck you,” he says and he thrusts so deep inside you that you can’t help but arch your back. Spencer can feel that you’re close and he starts to circle your clit with his thumb again. “I want you to come for me, now,” he says and you let go. Your orgasms hits you and you moan his name when you come, feeling his cock twitching inside of you before he finishes too.
He pulls out of you and collapses next to you on the bed. He places a gentle kiss on your head. “Are you okay?” he asks. You nod, still exhausted and not able to form any words. He pulls you into his arms and starts to stroke your hair. “I’m glad you’re all mine now,” he says and you turn your head to look into his eyes. “My heart always belonged to you, Spence. And that will never change,” you say, cuddling closer to him. “I love you so much,” he says and strokes your cheek gently.
You lean forward to kiss him. “I love you too, especially when you get jealous,” you say with a smirk on your lips. He rolls his eyes jokingly and he pokes your ribs, causing you to giggle. “Hey, stop that!” you say, trying to hold down his hands, effortlessly. You’re underneath him in a heartbeat and he starts to kiss down your neck again. “I’m far from done with you tonight, angel.”
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Everyone’s always talking about younger artrick corrupting reader… what about OLDER and “WISER” and MEANER men who are PERVETS in a HOMOEROTIC friendship that’s been REKINDLED through manipulating SAID READER…. hm
please get my reference😔
i don't get the reference but EXACTLYYYY <333
nasty old men bonding over getting to seduce and manipulate you... together <3 their old nanny was retiring anyway, which meant Art and Tashi were interviewing for new nannies anyway.
You're young, out of college, where you graduated with a degree in early childhood development. You're sweet, you're pretty, you're perfect for the job... and Art and Patrick both want you so badly. Fuck your job, fuck the little boyfriend who you keep texting little hearts and smiley faces to. They'd get you to burn that life down for them and smile like it was your own idea.
Late nights after Lily's in bed, spent on the couch between Art and Patrick, and the movie they pick is always a little too risque to be completely appropriate. They make comments in passing that could be flirting, or could be innocent, and you spend the rest of the day just... wondering.
Art spoils you, Patrick dotes on you. You don't get treated this nice by your own boyfriend, and surely they're just being nice. They don't have any ill intent, right?
You stay up all night because you can hear Patrick jerking off in the next room over, loud to the point of obscenity. Even after he finishes, you can't help the thoughts racing in your mind. You dream about him. The next day, Art suggests a pool day, and the sight of him in his trunks with a stupidly short inseam makes you dizzy.
You dream about both of them, you start wanting both of them. You can't keep fantasizing about other men and staying with your boyfriend. So you dump him, and you try to get back to normal, but you can't. it's not their fault, but it feels like every act is meant to torment you— licking an ice cream cone, their fingers grazing yours when they hand you a tv remote or a snack.
They know they have you right where they want you when you approach them to tearfully tender your resignation, that you're too distracted, that you can't be a good nanny anymore. But of course you can. All you need is a little release, and you'll be able to think straight, right? And Patrick and Art are more than happy to help you.
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Let It Glow
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: Day 1: I've merged a lovely request from an anon with the @taylorswiftmicrofic prompt for 1st of January, which is 'glow'.
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Sometimes, people sneak up on you.
Literally and figuratively.
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When Natasha first met you, she was scared.
She’d returned from a mission to the Compound. Her limbs were heavy with exhaustion. She knew that everyone was meant to be away. Even Wanda, still training to be a full time Avenger, had been called out on an unexpected mission.
Natasha was completely alone.
She walked to the kitchen. There was a pot of pasta boiling on the stovetop.
Natasha went very still.
There was a clatter from the pantry and Natasha’s attention snapped to the door. She thought about danger and home invasion. She remembered the very likely possibility that a teammate’s plans had changed.
A stranger walked out of the pantry, caught sight of her and dropped a can of tomatoes on their foot.
For the first time in Natasha’s life. She didn’t react.
She felt her heart thud and her limbs tense. She watched you pick up the dented can, obviously flustered.
‘Sorry.’ You hurried, brushing a piece of hair from your face. ‘I’m friend Wanda.’
Natasha barely registered the mistake. She stared at your eyes and tried to remember what she normally said when she met someone new.
You blinked and gave an awkward laugh. ‘I mean, I’m Wanda’s friend.’
Natasha hesitated and then cleared her throat. ‘Hello. I’m Natasha Romanoff.’
She watched your eyes widen at the name. Abruptly, Natasha felt like an alien.
You swallowed nervously.
A strange want filled Natasha’s chest. It tasted bad like wasted hope always does.
‘I think there’ll be extra.’ You nodded down at the pasta. ‘I always make too much.’
You glanced up hopefully and met her eyes. The strange want in Natasha’s chest roared.
‘Do you want some?’
All Natasha could do was nod.
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That night lying in her bed, Natasha thought of all the things she didn’t say. She thought about your eyes and the overcooked pasta. She worried that she was letting herself hope again.
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The second time Wanda welcomed you into the Compound. You asked awkwardly if Natasha was away on a mission.
Wanda’s eyebrow raised curiously.
‘Shut up.’ You huffed, realising how obvious you’d been.
‘I didn’t know you were a fan.’
‘Shut up.’
Wanda’s mind whirred with ideas she didn’t share. She tried to seem nonchalant.
You could tell anyway.
‘Shut up.’ You told her again.
.
You didn’t enjoy having a crush on Natasha Romanoff. It was embarrassing enough that Wanda knew.
The whole thing was making you feel crazy.
You could tell Wanda was setting up opportunities for you and Natasha to cross paths.
She was regularly inviting you to spend time at the Compound. She was always asking you to grab something from another room. Natasha always seemed to be right around the corner.
You tried to be cool about it. You did understand that it was funny.
It was silly for you to have a crush on Natasha.
It was painful and it was ridiculous. Like an impossible thing that you can’t help dreaming about.
The joke was starting to make your chest hurt. After a while, you stopped wanting to play along.
.
Sometimes, people sneak up on you.
Literally and figuratively.
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Natasha’s hands touched your back lightly as she walked up behind you.
‘I haven’t seen you in a while.’ You heard the smile in her voice. ‘How are you?’
You swallowed down the truthful answers to everything.
Bad. Terrible. You haven’t seen me because I’m trying to avoid you.
Your heart weighed heavy in your chest.
‘I’m fine.’ You tried to keep your tone light as you turned to her. ‘I guess I’ve just been busy.’
Natasha watched you. You felt yourself tense. You glanced away.
Natasha’s smile faded.
‘Right.’ She murmured quietly. She took a step back. Her hands found her pockets. Her lips pressed together.
She knew. You were sure. She could tell that you liked her.
You stared at the ground.
‘I should go.’ Natasha spoke quietly. You only nodded.
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The next time Wanda invited you over to the Compound. You declined. You invited her to the cinema that afternoon instead.
You were relieved when she said yes.
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.
Wanda had never invited Natasha to the cinema before. When she asked, Natasha’s first concern was that Wanda was trying to make her feel better.
Wanda had clearly become your best friend. She must have been told all about the strange, clingy Avenger that often forgot how to speak.
.
You waited patiently in the cinema lobby, stare focused on the main entrance.
You’d arrived a little earlier on purpose. You’d bought the tickets already. You shifted from foot to foot absentmindedly.
You glanced at your phone, wondering if Wanda had left a text about being late.
You heard a throat clear behind you and your chest tightened with dread.
Natasha and Wanda stood behind you. They'd clearly come through the side door.
Natasha faltered when your gaze met. Nausea filled her expression.
This was hell.
Wanda hesitated. A pleased, almost smug, expression dropped from her face and for a moment she looked confused. The silence was awkward. You could feel her staring at you with a sudden, concerned focus that she’d never had before.
You swallowed with worry when you saw her eyes begin to glow. It only lasted a split second. Abruptly, she switched her focus to Natasha.
Natasha met her glowing stare with a resigned look of embarrassment. Her fists clenched inside her jacket pockets.
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Wanda’s eyes returned to normal and for a moment she looked between you two. Her eyes swam with sympathy and you were sure she knew now all about your impossible dream.
Her mouth twisted with something like pity and she touched Natasha’s shoulder. Natasha’s jaw tightened. She radiated with a fragile tension.
‘You are both so stupid.’ Wanda said matter of factly.
You watched dumbly as she lifted the paper cinema tickets from your hand.
‘If you could see a movie with anyone in the world, who would you pick?’ She asked suddenly.
Your eyes moved to Natasha automatically. Natasha's gaze was already on you.
‘So stupid.’ Wanda commented again.
You didn’t look away from Natasha.
You let Wanda slip one ticket back into your hand and the other into Natasha’s pocket.
Wanda walked away and didn't look back.
Natasha’s eyes flickered with a thousand emotions.
Then, she smiled.
She reached out and offered you her hand.
You took it and realised you could have impossible things.
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Natasha watched the movie with an unseeing gaze. The screen glowed with a story she didn’t care to remember. She was too focused on her own.
She fought to keep her smile small, even though her cheeks were starting to hurt.
You fidgeted in your seat and unexpectedly your hand brushed hers. Sparks ran along Natasha's skin. She reached out and found your hand properly in the dark. Her fingers traced the ridges of your knuckles.
Natasha thought about your eyes and the roaring in her chest.
She closed her eyes and smiled wider. The pain in her cheeks made her happy.
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from the rooftops || m.l
twenty one. yn protectors
🕸🕷✮⋆˙ wc. 1.5k w. curse words, stalking, stab wounds ! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
it was a new day, and an extremely calm one at that.
there had been no tweets made about you in gossip accounts, and no texts from anyone creepy. god, what had your life become?
it was weird though, how an unsettling feeling clung to your stomach as you got ready to go to class, how it didn’t go away during your lesson. you thought it was probably due to the recent events in your life, but it still wasn’t pleasant in the least.
“i don’t know, i feel funny” you shrugged as you walked next to chanhee and younghoon, slowly approaching where rei and yujin sat, munching down on snacks you would definitely be stealing.
“a lot has happened these days, it’s normal that you feel that way” younghoon reassured, ruffling your hair once you got to the table. “hey, uglies” he greeted the girls, causing yujin to roll her eyes exaggeratedly.
“look who’s talking about ugly” she said, a disgusted expression in her eyes.
younghoon mimicked her in a high pitched tone, sticking his tongue out at her before settling on one of the benches, opening his arms so chanhee could sit between his legs.
you couldn’t help but smile at the sight, the feeling at the pit of your stomach slowly dissipating now that you were surrounded by the people you loved the most.
a few minutes passed between laughs and loud bickering that had completely distracted you from whatever it was that bothered you.
“isn’t that mark and his friends?” rei asked as she pointed to a large group. you squinted in order to see if she was right, your heart fluttering as mark’s eyes connected with yours.
you waved them over with a smile, happy to see everyone.
“hey” you said happily once that mark was in front of you.
“hey, ynnie, everything alright?” the boy asked with a soft smile, reaching to ruffle your hair lightly, eliciting a small laugh to fall from your lips.
“everything alright, markie” you nodded, reassuring his silent concern.
“are we painted on the wall or?” chenle’s voice interrupted your thoughts, making you pry your eyes away from marks in order to wave at the rest of them as well.
“i’m sorry, hi guys” you spoke, being met with enthusiastic greetings from all of them before the whole group erupted in conversation.
you loved spending time with all of them. even when having that large of a group could be overwhelming at times, you felt lucky to have made such good friends with each of them. it made you feel supported and protected, something you would need then, even when you didn’t know that.
“oh, hi” you heard jaemin’s voice say as he greeted a strange male that had approached the group. everyone’s attention moved towards him, heads tilted in curiosity. your eyebrows furrowed as you felt uneasy once again, too focused on trying to remember if you had met that man somewhere before to notice the way mark’s face changed to a far more serious one and how hyuck took a hold of his wrist silently.
“hello” the guy greeted shortly, not spearing anyone a glance as his eyes focused on you “miss ln, i would like to talk to you”
the name made your heart beat with fear, instantly recognizing it from the messages that had been creeping you out for days on end. your friends seemed to connect the thoughts as well; yujin grabbing your wrist from behind as younghoon stepped forward as if to shield your body. mark stepped forward as well, looking more serious than you had ever seen him.
“you’re the creep that’s been harassing yn” rei spoke with a frown on her face, and that made the rest of the boys’ ears perk up. jeno stood up and you almost smiled at how the creep’s eyes widened at the size of him.
“i do not intend any harm, i would just like to talk to her in private” he spoke, his hands flying up in defense.
“you’re not saying jackshit to her” mark spoke, and his voice sounded so serious that your heart fluttered among the fear on your chest.
“that’s not for you to decide” the guy deadpanned, and you swore mark’s hand twitched.
“it’s fine, mark” you said, stepping up from behind younghoon. “he’s right, i already told you i don't want anything from you. i’ve blocked you twice, without mentioning that one of them was when you texted me to my personal phone number which i sure as hell didn’t give you.” you responded, voice steady even when you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. “i told you to leave me alone, so leave before i stop acting like i give a fuck about what they do to you.”
his eyes flickered between you and the people around you before he took a step back, bowing politely and muttering “very well” before turning around and leaving like nothing had happened.
once he was out of your sight, you felt your chest deflate with a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.
“what a fucking creep” yujin broke the silence, making everyone erupt in chatter again.
“you okay?” chanhee asked, looking at you with worried eyes.
“yeah, im okay” you gave him a weak smile before turning around, joining the conversation again as you tried to shake the odd feeling away.
…
“i came with my car, i’ll be fine” you assured younghoon as you stood in the parking lot of his apartment building.
“alright” he sighed, knowing that it was best to give up “please tell us when you're home”
you nodded and gave him a hug before entering your car and driving home. the drive was silent until you finally got to your destination. you hopped off of your car and walked to the door of the apartment building when a voice made you freeze on your steps.
“miss ln”
your eyes widened and your heart raced as you turned around slowly, finding no other than your very own stalker.
“i would like to talk to you now that we’re alone” he walked forward, and you couldn’t react. you had been so brave when facing him before, but that was when you were surrounded by people, a good chunk of them being massive (for some reason unknown to you). “i have a proposition that i think would benefit your future as a reporter, you see. since you have a close relationship with spiderman, it wouldn't be hard for you to unmask him. we could solve a big mystery, miss ln, we could be great”
he continued to walk closer to you, and your heart was about to explode. “i already said no, please leave me alone” you muttered, your voice sounding weaker than you had intended it to.
“but if you just heard the plan” he said, already standing way too close for your comfort when he lifted his hand, seemingly about to touch your hair when he stopped abruptly.
in one second, he went from being a few centimetres away from you to the floor thanks to a harsh yank on his arm.
you looked at the direction in which he had gone, finding none other than spiderman standing mighty and firm just above him.
“she told you to leave her alone” he spoke, his voice firm as he approached him. the man stood up and looked at him with such fury in his eyes that you would’ve been scared if you didn’t know spiderman. he charged at him quickly, moving quickly and frantically as if he had a chance to ever actually harm him. the superhero dodged him with ease, moving swiftly away from him. “you know, i'm normally pretty friendly, but you’re starting to piss me off” he grunted.
the guy kept going at him, his hand moving to his pocket for a few seconds before flying out, holding a knife. you screamed the hero’s name in order to warn him, but your words did more harm than good.
his head moved up to look at you just as the guy charged once again, landing a blow to his stomach and burying the knife in.
“motherfucker!” spiderman spoke as he punched the guy away and trapped him with spiderwebs to the floor. the synchronization between him and the police had been astonishing, because just as he carved the knife out of his body, sirens blared in the air.
everything happened in a flash, the police questioning, spiderman leaving, the guy being arrested. it happened so fast that you thought you could have been making up the entire thing when you sat on your bed, staring at the floor. that until you heard a knock on the glass, of course.
your eyes shot to the figure hanging by your window, a superhero you were more than familiar with clutching his bloody side. you rushed to open the window and let him in, guiding him to sit on your desk chair quickly.
“i’m so sorry, i shouldn't have called your name, you were busy and i interrupted” you ranted, picking at your nails nervously.
“it’s okay, none of it was your fault” he assured, and you couldn’t really distinguish his facial expressions through the mask. “are you okay? did he hurt you? that was pretty intense”
you shook your head, heart warming at how he still worried about you, even when he was the one bleeding. “i’m okay, but you’re bleeding”
he looked down like he had just remembered he was “oh shit, i better get out of here before i stain anything” he rushed, standing up.
“wait! i can help you if you need” you rushed to say “i have a first aid kit and i can do stitches, i just really need to know that you’re okay”
mark’s heart warmed at your words, that caring nature that he loved so much shining through more than ever. he weighed his options in his head; he could go to hyuck as he always did and worry for you at home or he could let you help him and worry about you right there. “okay, that would be good”
you smiled at his answer and rushed to the bathroom, taking the first aid and a few towels to lay down on the floor around him.
“i’m going to need to either cut up the suit or that you take it off” you said, cautiously. “i think i have a halloween mask somewhere, you can wear that.”
mark chuckled softly, shaking his head “don’t worry, not necessary” he spoke and somehow undid the top part of the suit, leaving his toned upper body in its naked glory. “sorry, the whole top comes off” he said awkwardly as he noticed your staring.
you shook your head and quickly moved your eyes away from him, going to sit next to him and beginning to tend his wounds as carefully as you could. “it’s going to hurt, i’m sorry” you mumbled before pressing a towel with alcohol on the wound.
he hissed softly, but endured it as if he was used to it. “stop saying sorry so much” he reassured, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
“sorry” you said, earning a chuckle to stumble past his lips.
you did the rest of the procedure in comfortable silence, all up until he was standing at the edge of your window once again.
“thank you for saving me” you spoke, a small smile on your lips.
“of course, i’ll always be there when you need me” he smiled, ruffling your hair before waving and swinging away as fast as he had arrived.
funny, mark always did that.
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hi can u do brother jj and reader is dating rafe, but rafe is toxic and abusive af. jj is confused why she is so distant and wears really baggy clothes cause of the bruises. then he forces her to raise her shirt and then he finds the bruises. ANGST ANGST ANGST PLSS u can add more stories and plot
I’ll fucking kill him
a/n: oh the angst! I love it
WARNINGS: Abusive relationship, bruises, incescurity, he does see some of see your stomach and chest but only so he can clean the bruises
For the past few months, the time you spent at the chateau lessened and the days you seemed upset had increased.
Every time someone asked you about it, you brushed it off, replying with a “I’m tired.” or “I’m okay.”
You began to wear long sleeved shirts, despite it being the middle of the summer and almost 100 degrees outside. Your shirts got baggier and your self esteem diminished.
JJ had missed your presence, whether he’d like to admit or not. His little sister was pulling away from him, and it was slowly destroying him inside. It was destroying you inside too, but JJ wouldn’t understand, you thought. He’d flip out if he even knew you were dating him.
Rafe was sweet at first, showering you with expensive gifts and his attention. But something in him snapped after about 5 months, he began angrier, more closed off and more stressed than ever. He treated you more like arm candy those days, like a cute little trophy he earned.
He got worse, despite your multiple attempts of trying to help him, he never accepted it. He got angry, each and every time.
The more angrier he got, the more aggressive he got, until eventually, he began to hit you.
You blamed it on the coke, knowing how he was when he was on it. That and his daddy issues.
You tried to rationalize it all, find excuses. He was going through a hard time, he was a troubled boy, he had no other outlet or way to take out his anger.
The bruises began forming, black and purple spots blossoming on your body, and you hid yourself more. Cropped shirts and tank tops were discarded, along with shorts.
You wore baggy clothing, long sleeved shirts and hoodies that almost reached your knees and pants that drowned out your body.
Whenever you did go back to the chateau, you could feel JJ’s confused and upset stares. He didn’t know what he did, he didn’t know what happened to make you so distant from everyone else.
He wished he’d noticed the signs, the baggy and long clothes, the way the circles under your eyes got deeper, and the way you hugged your body every time.
Every time he asked you if you were okay, the only response he got was an “I’m okay” before you were out of the chateau again.
He decided that he had to take some action, figure out what was going on if you wouldn’t tell him.
It was late at night when he snuck into your room, and despite it feeling wrong, he continued. He needed to figure it out. You were his little sister. It was his job to protect you, this was his way of doing it.
He rummaged through your drawers, through cabinets and everything else he could.
He was going through your drawer when he saw something peek out, a little white corner. He moved your clothes, picking it up.
Arnicare bruise cream.
Okay, that was odd. But, that could be for anything, right? Right? He thought, opening the bottle to find it almost completely empty. Okay, not so normal.
He did some more digging through that drawer, to find bottles of ibuprofen. His heart sunk at the possibilities, holding both the bruise cream and a bottle in his hands as he sat down in your bed.
He remembered himself doing the same thing when your guy’s dad would hit him, the long sleeves, the hiding ointments and pain killers.
He heard you walk into the chateau, but he was frozen, not moving even as you walked in, staring at him with widening eyes.
“JJ.” You spoke, stepping forward into your room. You shut the door behind you, and the both of you stared at each other before he spoke up.
“Why were you hiding this?” He asked you, voice eerily quiet. He held up the two objects in his hands, and you didn’t reply, just stood there and stared at the ground, fighting the tears that threatened to fall.
“Why are you even in my room?” You argued, still not looking at him.
“Because I’m worried about you! And this- this is why, because I knew something was going on. Y/n, tell me. Please, tell me why you have these.”
“I’m sorry.” You cried out, and his demeanor had changed. He stood up, wrapping his arms around you, letting you cry into his shoulder, tears staining his shoulders.
Your hands fisted his shirt, and he frowned, hands pulling you closer to him.
Once the sobbing died down, he sat you on the bed, his eyes going back on the ointment on the bed. He looked at you.
He gripped your arm, pulling up your sleeve to reveal blossoming spots of dark purple on your skin. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, you staring at the ground, avoiding his gaze.
“Who- who did this?” He asked you quietly. “Was it dad? Did you go back home?”
You shook your head, “It was…” you sniffled, shaking your head for a moment again. “It was Rafe. I’ve been- I’ve been dating him for months. But he was so sweet, JJ.” You let out a sob at the end, “You have to understand-“
“Rafe? Rafe did this to you?”
You nodded, him going to stand up before you pulled him back down.
“No, no!” You cried out, “please, don’t do anything. Don’t leave me alone.”
He hesitated, but nodded upon seeing your state. He sat back down next to you, his hands going to the cream next to you. He held it in his hands, and he spread it onto your arm, getting all the spots that began to form on that arm. He moved to your other one, before asking if you had any more.
You sighed, lifting your shirt up slightly, to reveal even more on your stomach and chest, scattered around. He clenched his jaw, anger bubbling in his chest at the thought of it.
He wordlessly began to smear it on those spots as well, and when he was finished, he put it onto your dresser, standing there for a moment.
“I’m sorry.” He heard you mutter out, him furrowing his eyebrows.
“It’s not your fault.”
“I’m sorry.” You repeated, him frowning, moving to wrap his arms around you again, pulling you into his chest as you began to cry again.
“He’s never gonna fucking touch you again, okay? You hear me?” He asked, you nodding against his body. “I swear, I’ll fucking kill him.
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I know a little bit ago u said you'd be open to trying x reader so here's a prompt i randomly thought of! But ignore it if it's not ur vibe
Patrick sets art up w a girl (reader) who's like quiet and pretty normal, someone who wouldn't be too much for little artie to get out of his shell... and then when they start dating Patrick is in arts dorm snoopinh and finds a punch pf freaky polaroids of art being put in like full nelson or something LOL
Idk i need Patrick to make fun of him but be lowkey turned on and asking if his gf is up for a threesum n art gets all defensive but also very turned on
Thanks for the prompt, lovely!! I took a few liberties and changed it from Polaroids to video lol. Hope that’s okay <3
CW: 18+ !NSFW! Explicit
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Patrick doesn’t think anything of it. You’re pretty and shy and you seem like a good girl. Probably exactly what Art needs. Someone sweet to break him in. The last thing he wants is Art to leave high school without ever having had a girlfriend. Patrick’s proud of himself for the way that he gets you two together . It’s easy enough. At homecoming he pulls you away from the wall for a dance and when the song is over he leaves you with Art, convincing him to dance with you as he disappears to go flirt with one of the more popular girls.
You are a little shy. Most guys tend to overlook you because of your shyness, they think you’re a saint. But honestly you had been crushing on Art Donaldson since puberty and even though you were too nervous to approach him you’re not too nervous to take advantage of the opportunity.
Art is as sweet and adorable as everyone says and by the end of the night you lead him to an empty classroom… kiss him slowly and somehow convince him that it’s okay if he just slips one or two fingers inside you.
”Are you sure?” He whispers anxiously.
You giggle and kiss him. “Yes, please.”
Patrick doesn’t know any of that. He thinks the two of you are just so cute. “Two pretty little virgins,” He teases Art, when you guys start dating. He imagines you two going on walks, holding hands, cuddling, sitting quietly in the park or something like that. Sometimes he wonders if Art will be brave enough to take your virginity or if he’ll have to coax Art into doing that too.
Patrick is borrowing Art’s laptop late one night in a hectic attempt to review the slides for the history exam tomorrow because his computer is acting up. He clicks on a window accidentally and a video pops up. From the still he can see your face. He glances over at Art, snoring lightly in his bed while the tv plays quietly in the background.
He can’t help his curiosity so he presses play. “Please, lemme film it baby,” your voice sounds from the video.
Art appears then, half naked, only his boxers on. They’re in this bedroom. Patrick must’ve been in class or out at practice or something. “Okay, but just for me and you right?” He says, he’s grabbing at your waist.
“Yeah I want to watch it later,” you say grinning. Patrick swallows as he watches you preening for the camera in your panties, your bra is white lace and see through, your dark curls are falling messy into your eyes, it’s clear you and Art have been messing around before you started the video. Patrick can’t believe he didn’t realize how fucking hot you were.
Art pulls you closer. “Mm you’re so beautiful.”
“I am?” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up and gently tosses you on the bed. Patricks bed.
”Yeah,” Art smirks, “mm getting hard.” Patrick watches as Art tugs your bra straps down and starts licking at your tits. Pretty pink, lips and tongue sucking at them like he’s never been more hungry. It’s doing something to Patrick to watch Art and you like this. He’s so hard he feels dizzy.
“All yours baby, you’re such a good boy,” You moan, teasing your fingers through his golden hair.
Patrick’s forgotten completely about his history exam. He glances up from the computer again. Art is still fast asleep so Patrick eases his hand down his pajama pants, touching his aching cock while he watches the video of Art bending you in half, gripping your thighs and pumping his swollen dick inside you. Watching you squirm and moan as your pussy opens up for him again and again. The sound of your desperate moans mixed with his, the way you start squirting all over the sheets, giggling, as Art gasps out, “oh fuck baby oh fuck it’s so messy, gonna come inside baby, need to come inside you. I’m so sorry baby, oh fuck—” And then he’s spilling.
Sliding his dick out when he’s done and watching as the cum leaks slowly from your twitching cunt. “Sorry baby,” he whispers, flushed all over, hypnotized by your cunt as more semen spills out.
“Mm it’s okay, Artie. I know you couldn’t help it.” Your voice is pitched all high and soft.
”Yeah,” Art agrees, licking his lips. “You’re just so pretty. You drive me crazy.” Then he starts using his spend to finger your pussy till you come, squirting wet again all over Patricks sheets. Watching you shiver and moan, sucking on his fingers when he’s done.
Fuck.
Patrick’s coming hard in his hand. He didn’t know Art had that in him, had no idea that you were such a freaky little girl. He wants to get his own dick inside of you. Let you squirt all over it. Maybe get it inside of Art too while he’s at it.
The next day Patrick’s looking at his sheets and realizes Art must’ve changed them but the mattress is definitely stained with you. He can’t get it out of his head. Suddenly he’s asking Art about you everyday and Art realizes when he’s messing with his laptop, that Patrick’s seen the video.
“I didn’t mean to watch it. But holy shit, Art. You guys act so fucking innocent and the whole time you’re doing that… on my bed.”
“I’m sorry I used your bed but mine was already a—a mess and��and we cleaned up after… besides you're the one who acts like we’re so innocent,” Art says and that’s fair.
“Your bed was a mess? So she’s just….” Patrick takes a breath. “You can have her over when I’m here if you want.”
“Shut up man.”
“No seriously, I mean you think she’d be into a threesome?”
“Come on, Patrick,” Art says irritated.
“Im serious… I mean, imagine if we… you know… took turns or whatever. Imagine if me and you… kinda…if me and you fucked… or whatever.”
“God, you’re fucking crazy,” Art says, but he’s flushing even more than when he first confronted Patrick, fidgeting with his hands in his lap.
And when Art tells you about it a few days later you’re both giggling about how crazy it sounds. But then he accidentally says Patrick’s name while you’re fucking and you both come almost immediately after that…both lost in individual fantasies about his best friend. And two weeks later Art invites you over with your camera and when both him and Patrick greet you. You can’t help but to smile.
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imagine being wanderer’s classmate and somehow against all odds you catch a glimpse of his student-housing-adjacant apartment he never lets people come over to and you, like many people in the Akedemiya, are like “wow… Hat Guy is so academically respectable but also so dashingly peculiar and mysterious… I wonder what his house looks like…he really never shares much about his background so it would be good insight onto what kind of person he is…” then you step inside and are just incredibly confused, right, because you have no idea this isn’t a normal human guy who needs to eat/sleep/etc like everyone else does & this naturally reflected in the way he occupies a living space
Its not that it’s a mess or anything, in fact everything actually seems pretty well maintained/diligently organized, it’s just you glimpse his kitchen & its completely empty/bare like it’s not used for Anything but making tea (there is no sugar for the tea). Additionally most of what you’d imagine to be a designated area for eating meals instead just has a confusing number of potted plants all over it. He doesn’t seem to have a Bed either, in the place one should be there is only a stand display of an inazuman blade, and, of course, more potted plants.
The plants intrigue you. While not the only decor present, its certainly the most prominent one. You ask him if it’s a hobby. You are swiftly informed it is not, as Hat Guy, apparently, does not “do” “hobbies”. The plants are there, he explains, because the dendro archon keeps breaking into his house when he’s not looking and leaving them there to “make the place look more lively”. He suspects she may also have something to do with the fact the plants do not die and remain in perfect health even when he doesn’t come here to water them for days because he “has little use for a living quarters and quite frankly usually prefers the peace & quiet of the room he was granted in the sanctuary of surasthana”.
He complains he has too many and insists you take one home. You cannot turn this down.
That night, with your new, possibly immortal house plant sitting in the nearby windowsill, you lay awake in your bed wondering why hat guy of all people appears to intentionally live in a category 4 r/malelivingspace layout kept sensibly tidy & exclusively decorated by potted plants involuntarily bestowed upon him by the most prominent god in the area. You have no answer for any of this. The burden of this knowledge haunts you
#scaramouche#wanderer#nahida#fern.txt#one of the many visions I have for if I was inexplicably tasked with writing dating sim scenarios for genshin characters#hat radish
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✮⋆˙ newboy!matt goes to a bonfire at the beach but afterwards, wishes he'd just stayed at home.
read the other newboy!matt blurb here and find everything else here
matt sat at the edge of the cafeteria, the food on his plate untouched, it had been a couple of weeks since he had started at the new school, and he knew that the rumours about him hadn't stopped spreading— his temper, his past, why he'd gotten kicked out of his last school, everyone thought they knew his backstory, but they didn't. most people hadn't even bothered asking him about it, they all just looked at him with a familiar mix of curiosity and fear.
the only person who hadn't treated him like an outsider was one of the few people that had made an actual effort to talk to him, a guy called nate who sat next to him at lunch on his second day, he had started a normal conversation, not about any of the rumours or his past, but instead, gave him the in's and out's of the school—who is who, where to sit, who to avoid.
for the first time since he’d arrived, nate made matt feel less out of place, even though he hadn’t planned on making any new friends when he started, he realised how easy it was to be around nate, it felt natural and like they’d known each other longer than a few weeks.
nate was talking about some new computer game he had picked up over the weekend, but matt was only half-listening, thoughts still spiraling, he caught the looks and the whispers out the corner of his eye, it felt like everyone was looking at him all the time, waiting for him to do something, but his thoughts are cut short when he notices you making your way over to his table, tray in hand.
you stop infront of them, a soft smile on your lips. "hi boys" you greet them both, eyes lingering on matt for a moment longer. "are you doing anything tonight?"
nate looks up at you, his grin wide. "we have nothing planned for this fine friday night, why do you ask?"
you lean against the edge of the table, looking between the two of them. "there's a bonfire on the beach tonight, you guys should come" you say, voice casual. "the football captain is hosting it, you know him, right? he throws the best parties, nothing too crazy but it'll be fun."
matt raises an eyebrow at you, the football captain, he'd heard about him a few times, he was a guy who walked round like he owned the place, popular, athletic, liked being the centre of attention. the golden boy everyone seemed to worship, he was exactly the type of guy matt avoided at all costs and this certainly didn’t sound like the kind of party matt was interested in.
nate, however, had already made up his mind for the both of them, he flashes you a grin, "yeah, we'll be there" he says, his tone confident. "we wouldn't miss it for the world.”
matt kicks nate under the table, but the expression on his face remains neutral, he didn't want to go, matt thinks to himself. he was trying to keep his head down, avoid trouble, and parties that the popular crowd were hosting sounded like trouble, he wasn't in the mood for any drama, and honestly, he was planning on just spending the weekend with nick and chris.
but nate didn't flinch, just shooting matt a look, the corners of his mouth curling into a smug grin before he mutters to matt through gritted teeth, "relax bro."
you give them both a satisfied nod, your smile lingering and again, your eyes meet with matt's a little longer than usual, there was something so obvious in the air between you—an unspoken tension—and for a moment, matt thinks he senses nervousness in your expression, you straighten yourself up, your voice full of nerves but masked with a false confidence. "so, i’ll see you there, matt."
he meets your gaze then, lips curling into a smirk. "you sure will" he says, holding your gaze, still not breaking the eye contact.
with a final smile, you turn and make your way back to your friends, but as soon as you’re completely out of earshot, matt leans into nate, voice low, muttering. "what the fuck man? i wasn't gonna go"
nate raises an eyebrow, his grin only widening. "oh yeah sure, you weren't, we both know you've got the hots for her" he smirks, lightly pushing matt away. "just think of it as your chance to shoot your shot, take it or leave it buddy, we’re going”
matt shoots nate a look, but doesn't say anything, letting his friends teasing slide without a word.
nate chuckles and leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying the situation. "alright, but dont go acting grumpy at the party, its meant to be fun, it’s not a life sentence and you might just surprise yourself and have a good time."
when matt and nate arrive to the beach that night, the atmosphere buzzed with the crackling of the bonfire and the distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the crowd was already pretty rowdy, scattered around the fire, all laughing and talking, people were gathered into groups, some standing, others sitting down on the sand, all with drinks in their hands, the whole beach buzzing with energy, and matt couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place as he looks around.
he was stood at the side lines of it all, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jackst, he wasn’t here to party, he had barely even wanted to come, only coming for nate’s sake.
he had also somehow ended up with a beer in his hand, but he wasn’t planning on drinking it, he wasn’t here to get involved, or to put himself in any kind of situation, it was hard to ignore the way people were watching him, they all knew who he was, or at least, they thought they did.
that’s when he sees you, standing near the fire with a few of your friends, some that he recognised from classes and some he didn’t, you were laughing at something one of them had said, your head tilted back slightly, smile bright and effortless as you soak in all the attention, you hadn’t noticed matt yet, but then again, why would you? you were surrounded by people, your circle of friends all buzzing around you, all eyes were on you, their golden girl, making him feel like an outsider in your world.
suddenly, an unmistakable voice cuts through all the noise, pulling matt away from his thoughts.
“ah, it's the new boy” matt turns his head towards the sound, and there he was, the football captain making his way towards him, a smirk already plastered on his face, clearly drunk as he staggers from side to side. “hey, i’m glad you came, i've been hearing a lot about you" he says. "you're the guy with the temper, huh? heard you caused a bit of a scene at your old school."
matt raises an eyebrow, his expression casual and he tries to keep his tone light. "oh, really? probably all just gossip" he says, shrugging, as if he didn't care. "people like to speculate"
the captain narrows his eyes at matt, “yeah, maybe. i’ve also heard you like to settle things with your fists” he says, letting the words hang in the air before slyly adding, “not a great reputation to have, is it?”
matt’s gaze is steady, not a flicker of irritation in his eyes as he takes a sip of the beer he didn’t even want, keeping his body language entirely unbothered. “reputation is just another word for rumor, doesn’t mean anything if you don’t buy into the talk”
the captain's eyes smirk falters slightly, obviously frustrated that matt wasn’t biting as easily as he’d hoped he would. "right" he says, leaning in a little closer, lowering his voice so only matt could hear. "i've also heard you don't just talk, you get straight into it, huh? throw punches first, talk later."
matt stays silent for a second, letting the words hang in the air, he wasn't going to rise to it, he wasn't going to be that guy again, his jaw tightens but he keeps his cool, though he can feel the tension rising. “i’m not here for this shit”
the captain doesn’t take a step back, and matt can now feel a crowd beginning to watch. the whispers amongst people spreading like wildfire, and he could see a few of the guys that he recognised from being on the football team, obviously friends with the captain, grinning like they were waiting for something to happen, like they were expecting this, it now becoming clear to matt that he wasn’t standing here just for a conversation.
“no? then what are you here for?” he pushes, gaze fixed on matt, like it’s a challenge to him, “maybe you like people thinking you’re this tough, mysterious guy who’s untouchable, but really you’re just a kid who got kicked out of his old school because he couldn’t keep his fists to himself”
matt could feel his heart pounding in his chest now, the adrenaline kicking in, he wasn’t sure if it was the football captain’s words or the crowd lingering but something inside of him snapped and without warning, he takes a quick step forward and shoves the captain hard in the chest, causing him to stumble back a few steps, clearly catching him off guard.
the crowd gasp and erupt into whispers, unsure of what was going to happen next.
“drop this stupid shit” matt growls, his voice low and full of warning. “come on nate, we’re going”
there was a tense silence hanging in the air, the captain’s eyes were locked on matt’s with an intensity now like no other, it was no longer playful, it never was to begin with but now his gaze was almost calculating, as if he was weighing up his options on wether or not to take things further.
matt didn’t give the football captain the chance to escalate things. without another word, he turns and walks away, tension still heavy in the air, a bitter feeling erupting in his chest, he hasn’t asked for any of this or provoked any of it, he never wanted to be dragged into this mess, but it felt like he’d been shoved right into it.
it felt like you had known this would happen—inviting him to the party, just to watch him get caught up in it all, it felt like some kind of set up.
the way you had looked at him earlier, that smile of yours that, now that he really thought about it, had to be on purpose. the way you smiled at him after he had agreed to come—like you knew exactly what was going to happen.
you were no different from the rest of them, acting all sweet and innocent, always acting nervous around him, but all along you were obviously waiting for things to get messy so you could see if the rumours about him were true, he’d thought you were different but now, he could see you were just like every other one of your popular friends, playing a game.
maybe he had been the fool all along, for thinking you were anything other than that.
note: was he or was he not set up?!!! oo angsty!!!!! but so exciting!!!!! also fun lil nate feature in this one :) let me know your thoughts, my asks are always open for any of my au’s so come yap to me about them!!!!
#✮⋆˙ newboy!matt x popular!reader#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo angst#matt sturniolo x you#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo x you#sturniolo triplets
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We often can't help ourselves but to look at other people's experiences of abuse to see who has it worse, to put our own situation in some sort of context, to place ourselves in this big scale of how bad it was. We're used to comparing, because in abuse we are often compared to every fictional scenario of 'who has it worse', to make us shut up about our own situation, so if we have some real scenarios to compare ourselves to, we will. Even if we know it's bad to compare, that pain is pain, and all abuse is bad, we still wanna know where we are in this fictional scale of who had the most horrible abuse. The implication being, that only people who had it worst are allowed to complain about it and have symptoms.
And I think it's natural to a point, to want your experiences put into some sort of context, to be able to see how our experiences compare to others, and we're not necessarily doing it to make anyone else feel bad or shut anyone up. We don't believe in the hierarchy of 'who had it worse', we just want to know exactly where we are in the scale and to adjust our behaviour accordingly (we need to know our place in the hierarchy to know if we're allowed to complain and show symptoms.)
But the thing is, the consequences and the symptoms won't necessarily reflect the hierarchy. The damage from the abuse will sometimes come from the intensity and the perceived amount of trauma in the situation, but it will also come from what the abuse communicated to us, and what it taught us. Because if we were exposed to abuse, any kind, it is likely we all got communicated the exact same thing to us: you're not worthy of acceptance and love. You're not inherently deserving of happiness and care. You've deserved to be hurt, it's normal and natural for others to hurt you. You're a burden on others. You're unlovable. You can only exist in specific conditions where you're being consistently punished for being who you are. You're weak. You're supposed to be handling everything better. You're incapable of living a normal life. You're too sensitive and too emotional. You're a failure and you won't ever be able to deserve anything.
Whether these messages are communicated via violence, neglect, shaming, guilt-tripping, manipulation, exploitation, the consequences are the same. A person feeling deep shame about who they are, feeling alienated from human society, scared of being seen for who they are, scared of trusting others, desperate for positive attention but either ashamed or completely oblivious to how to get it without inviting further abuse into their life. Most of us have these consequences in common, despite the intensity or duration of abuse; and it's equally devastating for all of us.
We're taught to look for differences and levels of intensity of abuse, but the reality is that the hierharchy and scale are not real in any tangible or comparable ways; we all have much more in common than we have different between us. We're all cut off from feeling loved or safe, we're all alienated and struggling to feel like a part of society, we're all betrayed by our loved ones, we're all insecure in our personal relationships and identity, we're all struggling to keep any kind of faith in humanity. The scale was inflicted on us in order to silence us from speaking up about it; it created this mythical person who had it so much worse and is allowed to complain, while we're not, because we didn't have it as bad. But all of us had something cut off form us, and all of us should say it. We don't need to alienate ourselves from each other based on variety of abuse because we can speak in unison about how it affected us.
There's nobody who's 'not being abused bad enough to be allowed to complain' because all abuse alienates us from ourselves and our humanity, and it's going to be more similar to what everyone else abused is going trough, than it is from being treated in a normal and humane way.
#abuse#trauma#cptsd#aftermath of abuse#child abuse#domestic abuse#abusive parents#long term abuse#consequences of abuse#comparing abuse#comparing trauma#trying to see our experiences in context#but only ever in context of who had it worse#we never compare ourselves to those who had it better#because we weren't taught to do that
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𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘? 𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙.
𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔶: A new video in collaboration with Sam and Colby, where the group enters an abandoned church full of mysteries. What starts as an exciting adventure quickly turns into a nightmare. Y/n will have terrifying nightmares and must fight her fears after entering the darkness. Part 1. Part 2.
My vision was blurring, the nun's grip on my neck tightened, cutting off my air. She started to lift me by my neck.
With the little strength I had left, I tried to pull her hands from my neck, but I failed completely.
It was the end. My heart was slowly giving out from lack of oxygen. My arms slowly fell, and my body gave up.
The nun's sobs turned into laughter, a terrifying, proud laugh for taking another life.
My eyes were closing slowly, unable to stop shedding tears of fear.
“Y/n!” I heard Matt shout. I hadn’t realized he was awake, but luckily, he came in time. The nun disappeared as soon as he appeared, afraid of being seen.
The constant lack of oxygen had knocked me unconscious, and I fell to the floor with a hard thud. Matt rushed to me, afraid that if he touched me, I would break, I looked so weak.
He started talking, but I barely understood him. My mind was foggy, unaware of what was happening around me. The air was heavy, my whole body ached, but at the same time, I felt nothing.
A few seconds later, I slowly began to wake up, my eyes opening to see three figures in front of me. “I- I don’t know, Chris!” Matt said loudly, clearly stressed as he held my hand. “I was sleeping, and then I heard a glass break. When I came into the kitchen, Y/n was levitating, and- and I don’t know, I thought… I thought I was going to lose her,” Matt said as he began to sob. Nick wrapped his arm around his shoulders, trying to calm him down.
Trying to breathe normally, I began to feel a sharp pain in my back, and I remembered the glass I had dropped a moment ago.
I groaned in pain, and all three heads turned to look at me with concern.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Matt asked me, kissing my forehead. My back burned with pain, but my chest ached too, probably from the high level of anxiety and panic I had experienced moments ago.
I nodded, as I slowly began to breathe normally again. The tears started flowing once more; I had almost died. My body began to tremble, and the panic returned, but now I was surrounded by my best friends. While Matt held my hand tightly, Chris and Nick sat beside me, their faces showing nerves, panic, and fear.
"We're here with you, Y/n. The ambulance will be here soon," Nick tried to ease the tension. I tried to lift my head to look at my body, but the pain was too strong.
"Don't move, we need to make sure you don't have any broken bones," Matt told me.
A while later, the ambulance arrived. The paramedics put an oxygen mask on me and some IV fluid to ease the pain. My vision was still a bit blurry, and my mind was foggy, but I could see how Matt stayed by my side the entire time, answering all their questions and holding my hand.
I don't remember much else from there, as the IV they gave me took effect and I fell asleep. I woke up in a hospital bed, with Matt sitting beside me, thinking about how if he hadn't woken up, I probably wouldn't be here anymore.
The bright, cold light blinded me, and the air was filled with a strong smell of medicine. Despite being surrounded by the people I love most, I felt alone and scared.
I was so close to crossing the line, to going to the other side. So close to never seeing the love of my life again, to never eating my favorite food again, to never saying "I love you" again, to never feeling, loving, or living again.
My eyes started to fill with tears again, but I fought to keep them from falling. Matt looked devastated, as did everyone else in the room.
We all knew this wasn't over, of course not. We had to find a way to end the curse.
The silence was heavy, but it was quickly interrupted by the sound of the door bursting open. "Guys, I think we know what we need to do," Sam said excitedly, entering with Colby. The four of us turned to look at them, surprised but also curious about this new opportunity.
"We need to find someone who has a protective totem. The only problem is that it's almost impossible to find. Plus, the person has to help us activate it..." Colby said. "But where will we find one?" Chris asked.
The chances of finding a totem are almost impossible, and on top of that, someone to help us activate it? Don't even think about it.
We all looked at each other, knowing this was impossible. Matt was heartbroken, seeing me like this broke him into a thousand pieces, unable to help me in any way other than being by my side.
My mind was still a little foggy from the medicine, but I remembered something important. My grandmother. She's sure to help us.
"My grandmother..." I tried to speak, but it was hard to understand because of the IV. Everyone turned to look at me, waiting for me to repeat what I said. I coughed a little to clear my throat, "My grandmother... she can definitely help us."
My gaze met Matt's, which, behind all the worry, fear, and stress, held hope. And that's what mattered, the hope.
I gave him a weak smile, and he returned it. My gaze shifted to the others, still worried, faces. They all nodded, and now I could see a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
My still-weak arm, wrapped in bandages, reached for my phone. Searching through my contacts, I found hers and tapped it. After a few seconds, my grandmother answered.
"Hi, Jenny," I said softly. "Hello, sweetie! It's so nice to hear from you. How are you doing?" she asked. Her voice was calm, something that always made me relax when she read me stories as a child.
"I..." I didn't know where to start. I looked at Matt beside me, and he nodded, encouraging me to continue. "I have a problem, Grandma." Matt squeezed my hand gently, reminding me that he was with me, no matter what.
"I'm sorry to hear that, honey. Tell me what happened," my grandmother asked. She was so calm, not knowing what had happened to me. She had always warned me about the dangers of delving into the unknown, and I hadn't listened. "I think it would be better if I told you in person."
We talked for a while, and we decided that we were going to go to her little cabin in the woods, and there I would tell her everything.
As soon as I ended the call, we begged the doctor to let me leave. He refused at first, saying that my condition was too dangerous if I didn't take care of myself. But after a long time of pleading, he finally let us go.
The six of us got into the car, now with a little more hope. I sat in the passenger seat while Matt took the wheel. Before starting the car, Matt rested his hand on my thigh and looked me in the eyes, "We'll get through this together, love," he said with a smile.
A familiar warmth grew in my chest, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach, just like the first day. I returned a warm smile, completely grateful to have him by my side.
It was about 2 in the morning, and everyone in the back was asleep, tired from the long day. Matt kept his eyes on the road. My body was begging for some rest, but I couldn't sleep. The fear of closing my eyes and returning to the darkness made my hair stand on end.
Matt noticed my eyes were tired but didn't say anything because he knew what was going through my mind. He began to move his thumb in small circles, caressing me, trying to calm me down.
A few hours later, we arrived at the cabin. It was a place far from the city, in the middle of a forest full of trees and nature. We knocked on the door, and my grandmother let us in, happy to have guests after so long.
"Make yourselves at home. I made some coffee if you'd like..." We all settled into the living room, a little tense but relieved to have arrived safely. "So," my grandmother sat in her chair. "You're going to tell me what happened?" she asked me.
I couldn't lie to her, not at this moment. I had to tell her the whole truth, without leaving anything out. It didn't matter if she was angry with me for not listening to her, she had to help us get rid of the evil inside of me.
"We went... we went to an abandoned church to investigate. I went into a room alone, and... I think something came with me." I lowered my head, unable to look her in the eye. My grandmother felt betrayed, but her concern for me was greater. "Tell me more about what happened inside the room."
I raised my head, surprised that she hadn't scolded me for not listening to her. I felt Matt's hand on my leg again, giving me the confidence to continue. I relived the memories in my head, the panic slowly returning, but I tried to push it aside so I could tell what happened. "I could barely see anything, just the wooden floor, which creaked under my feet. I walked a little, but the lack of light made me lose sight of the door. Suddenly I saw some paintings, some of faces, others of angels, and..." I took a breath, knowing the hardest part was coming.
"And I found a painting on the floor, it was of the devil." My grandmother's face changed to a more surprised and slightly frightened one. "When I got closer to look at it, the reflection of a nun appeared in the glass. But when I turned around, she was gone." She already knew what was happening, but she decided to let me finish explaining.
"I got scared and started walking towards the door to get out of there, but when I moved away from the wall, I saw nothing but the floor. It seemed like I was walking in circles. Suddenly-" my voice cracked. The panic I felt at that moment returned again. "You can do it, Y/n," Matt said softly, gently squeezing my thigh. I looked at him with a weak smile, took a deep breath, and continued, "A very deep voice said that I dared to enter the darkness. I panicked and started running, I- I was scared, Grandma," I confessed. My grandmother's tense expression softened, saddened that I had to go through such a terrifying experience.
"It's okay, sweetie, continue," I nodded and continued, "When I got to the door, I went out and there they were. Then, doing the 'estes method' I had another kind of vision..." the air in the room became denser the more I told the story.
"It's like it knew my fear of the dark. At night I couldn't sleep, so I decided to go to the kitchen for some water, and there the nun appeared. This time she stopped and tried to strangle me. If it hadn't been for Matt... I think I wouldn't be here." I turned to my side to look at Matt, silently thanking him for being there.
"I think... I think I've heard this story somewhere before..." My grandmother explained, standing up to search for her big book in her 'special place'. "It should be around here..." she said, searching among the large bookshelves. I heard one of the guys cough from the dust that had accumulated there over the years the place had been closed.
"Here," my grandmother said, opening a book that looked centuries old. Sleep was no longer important; my mind was completely focused on the book in front of me. My grandmother began searching through the pages for the solution to free me from the nun's evil.
"It says here that we need a protective totem, but to activate it we have to go to the place of origin and show it to the entity," my grandmother looked away from the book to meet my gaze. "No. No, no, no. I won't go back there. I can't, I-" I started to refuse, but my words were interrupted by Matt's. "Honey, it's the only thing we have left. Please, I can't see you like this anymore."
Matt's words hit me harder than I thought. Was it the last resort? Yes. Did I want to be free from this monster? Clearly. But the adrenaline I felt there was on another level, something I never wanted to experience again.
Besides, what if I don't show it to her in time? What if she tries to kill me again and succeeds?
I couldn't go back there. Never. But I also didn't want to live in fear, thinking that I could die at any moment.
"Okay, I'll do it." I finally agreed. My grandmother began to explain what I would have to do once I got there. When she finished, she gave me the totem, a small piece of gold with a green diamond in the center, representing its rarity and validity. The power of holding something like that in my hands was indescribable.
"It would be best if you all slept here tonight, and tomorrow when the sun sets we'll go to the church," my grandmother explained. We all nodded, and soon after we were sleeping in different rooms.
Even though I was still afraid to sleep, the security of being there, with Matt by my side, was enough to calm me down. He held me tightly all night, afraid that something would happen to me again.
In the blink of an eye, the sun came up and its rays pierced through the window, falling on my face and waking me from a deep sleep. I groaned, complaining about the sun in my face. Matt woke up and hugged me tighter, the smell of vanilla that came from his body filled my nostrils.
"Good morning, darling. Ready for today?" Matt said. Truthfully, no, I wasn't ready. Not at all. I was very scared, but I also knew it was the only option. I nodded silently. "Don't worry now, we still have several hours."
He was right, I didn't have to worry now because there was still a lot of time for that. So, I decided to clear my mind and enjoy this moment, cuddling with Matt and maybe sleeping a little more.
The sound of knocking on the door made me jump a little. "Breakfast is ready, kids!" My grandmother called us, even though we're already adults. These little gestures she does, like making us breakfast, letting us sleep here, is what makes her the best grandmother.
I smiled when I saw Matt's face, who was grateful not to have to make breakfast, but annoyed at having to leave the warm bed. I got up slowly, the pain in my back still hadn't gone away.
Matt followed me, and we both went downstairs to the kitchen. The guys were already sitting at the table, enjoying breakfast.
The day continued until night fell. The sunlight was no longer visible. "I think we should be on our way now," Matt said. Everyone nodded and we got into the truck. My grandmother brought a few things in case the release method didn't work, like holy water, a cross, etc.
The journey began, and soon after, a light drizzle started to fall. The sky was already completely black, and there was a little fog on the road.
This made the route a little more difficult to see. My mind was distracted, the scenes from the time at the church replaying in my head over and over again.
I was so focused on what had happened that I didn't realize we had arrived. "We're here," Matt said, turning off the car. I got out of the car, surprised again by the sheer size of the place. I couldn't take my eyes off it; it was as if something was calling me.
While the others were getting out, I decided to go inside. I opened the large stone door and went in alone. This time, the place was filled with candles and the man from before was gone. I started walking towards the altar; it was colder in there than outside. Suddenly I heard a noise of something moving, but when I turned around it was just a bird flying.
I continued to explore the place, the silence broken only by the sound of my footsteps. The walls were covered in dust, hiding the old paintings. I was so lost in exploring that I didn't hear the door close. Behind me were the guys calling my name, as it was dangerous for me to go in alone, but I didn't hear them. At the altar, a rusty crucifix seemed to hold the secrets of centuries past. Just thinking about the number of people who had come here sent chills down my spine.
There was no movement, no noise but my footsteps, no life there, nothing. It was as if time had stopped in this place, leaving behind only the imprint of faith and oblivion.
I was examining the altar when I started to hear a strange sound... a subtle, almost inaudible hiss, filling the place. The feeling of tension in the place grew and grew.
The air began to be difficult to breathe, my heart beating faster than normal. 'You're okay, Y/n. Nothing is going to happen.' I tried to remember Matt's words, calming myself in any situation. Looking around, I found the source of that sound. I slowly approached the holy water font, and strangely, the water inside it was evaporating.
"What the..." I whispered, as if someone could hear me. I slowly raised my gaze, following the smoke from the water, and there I found her.
The nun had her head down, but when she lifted it all the candles went out. Once again it was dark, but now I wasn't scared... was I? I tried to convince myself not to be afraid, but who am I kidding? I'm trembling.
It was the first time I'd looked into her eyes, as black as night, her skin as pale as an angel's, and her tears as red as blood. I tried to pull away, but she raised her hand and I fell to my knees. It was as if she now had control over my body. Tears streamed down my face, my sobs growing louder and louder. Suddenly, a supernatural force began to pull me towards the altar, gripping my legs.
"No! Help!" I screamed desperately. No one could hear my cries or pleas. With my nails, I tried to dig into the floor, leaving marks all the way to the altar.
Once there, I tried to stand, as the nun approached. When I managed to stand, the nun levitated me into the air. I screamed and screamed non-stop, slowly losing my last bit of strength. A deep, maniacal laugh escaped her lips, showing her complete contempt for my suffering. "Let me down!" I begged as she laughed.
My body began to give up, this time there was no one to save me. My eyes, red from too much crying, continued to shed tears of pleading and fear.
With a movement, the nun began to strangle me. The air was cut off, my mind fading, my strength waning. I closed my eyes, and that's when I saw it. Matt and I, smiling and loving each other as always. He was the reason I had to fight, to live, and to kill this evil entity.
I opened my eyes and gathered my strength to pull the totem from my pants and show it to the nun. "I'm not afraid of you!" I shouted, the nun's expression turning to one of fear. She began to scream as the totem emitted a light that burned her when it touched her body.
I fell from the air, landing abruptly on the floor. But I still held the totem in my hand, "You won't hurt anyone else anymore." The nun slowly turned to dust.
This was the end, after so much suffering, I was free. Tears of fear now turned into tears of happiness. When the nun disappeared completely, the door burst open, and Matt came running towards me. My knees were stuck to the floor, my body slowly filling with pain again, but it didn't matter, because now I was in Matt's arms, as he congratulated me on how strong I had been.
I cried with happiness as Matt showered me with kisses and told me sweet things. "I love you, Y/n," I heard before falling into a deep sleep.
You should never dare to enter the darkness.
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#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo#chris x reader#sturniolo#christopher owen sturniolo#the sturniolos#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#scary movies#chris sturniolo imagine#matthew bernard sturniolo#sturniolotriplets#matt x y/n#i want matt so bad#i love this man#boyfriend material#matthew#matt x reader#matthew sturniolo#chris x y/n#christopher x reader#i love chris#jesus christ#vickyta:))
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The casual racism and homophobia people display when discussing Squid Game will always make me infuriated.
How is it possible to watch a 7-episode long show and not know the names of any of the characters? Are you so devoid of working brain cells that you can't identify an individual after staring at their face for eight hours in a row?
I think it's especially insane when you take into account that this is the second season of the show. How do you not know Gihun's name? He's the protagonist.
Claiming to only know these characters by their numbers is so crazy to me because I have a really difficult time memorizing their player numbers. I know Gihun's and Inho's but everyone else's is a blank.
Or, even worst, knowing them as their most basic trait - pregnant girl, old woman, trans woman, marine guy...
THEY HAVE NAMES!!!!
Hyunju isnt just a trans woman, she is brave and selfless and kind, a leader and a fighter, someone who protects the weakest around her and defends them fiercely. Daeho isnt just an ex marine, hes a man forced into a toxic masculine role by his father, who neverthless display incredible softness in his interactions with others. Geumja isnt just an old woman, she is a kind woman who cares deeply about those around her and would do anything for her son and who shows that you can change and accept others from who they are.
Their names are not difficult to memorize at all, especially if you are watching a show for hours on end.
And mixing up characters from both seasons? Like no, Jungbae wasnt in the game in the first season, that was another man. Neither was Geumja, or Minsu, or literally any other character aside from Gihun.
This definitely isn't my lane because i'm a white woman but it just reinforces the idea that all Asian people, especially East Asian people, look the same when that isn't true. It's just blatant racism and it makes me sick to see it so normalized.
The homophobia is also insane but this is from a different angle because there aren't any opely LGBT+ characters in the show.
Back in season 1, I heavily shipped sangihun, in fact I still do. And the ammount of brain dead morons who were convinced they were brothers is actually insane.
WE SEE EACH OF THEIR MOTHERS!! THEY HAVE DIFFERENT LAST NAMES!!!
How are they brothers? Because Sangwoo calls Gihun "hyung"? It's a cultural tradition, not a matter of actual familial bonds. In the second season Youngmi calls Hyunju "unnie", but we all know they aren't sisters and it never even comes up (although this is probably about transphobia).
And WHY do people insist that Inho is married? He's widowed. Junho literally visits his wife's grave. I know he says during the game that his wife is alive (sick but alive) but he's lying to get Gihun's sympathy.
I don't understand how its possible that someone can pay so little attention to a show to the point where they don't retain any of the plot points.
Or, even worst, people saying that Gihun and Inho are brothers... HOW??? Are you really so homophobic that you can't see two men being shipped without convincing yourself that they are brothers despite complete lack of canon evidence?
It pisses me off so bad and its so rampant, especially on TikTok, where just proudly announce that they are so brain dead they don't even know the name of the protagonist of the show they are watching.
#but trust if this show was usamerican and full of white people with boring ass names like kate and george they would never mix them up#squid game#seong gi-hun#racism#lgbt+#homophobia#squid game spoilers#squid game 2#yapping 4ever#hwang in-ho#hwang jun-ho#cho hyun-ju#jang geum-ja#kang dae-ho#kim jun-hee#cho sang-woo#park jung-bae#park min-su
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girllllllll no way am I logging on to tumblr dot com and you're being horny for the fucking wizard from the wizard of oz
AND I'LL FUCKING DO IT AGAIN, HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVERYBODY
I mean, i guess spoilers if you want to see the movie, but you know the scene where Elphaba confronts the Wizard, "you have no real power!" and he just, very readily, easily, quickly, "exactly, that's why I need you". Why is there something so sexy about how he said that to me. It's like, he's being manipulative, coaxing in the way he's also not even denying the accusation and also immediately using it as a pivot to beckon for her aid. He's just a small man trying to keep everything up and running and he's jumping at the chance to have such powerful magical help to the point he'll let her be rude and openly hostile to him and still turn around and praise her
hes just this, weird combination of suave seductive piano playing adulterer who can tapdance and, he's also just, kind of awkward too? He can be your silly little birthday boy AND your fascist dictator?
I like the idea of a Sorceror Reader and the Wizard BUT, but, a Reader who is also from the same Earth as him is ALSO extremely tempting because, then you're ALSO this powerless normal human who is suddenly thrust into this, splendiferous world and not only will the Wizard be your only connection to your home, the only person who totslly understands your current situation and the only confidant you can vent about missing home to, but, you'll also be forced by your very situation to be a part of his charade. You'll be forced to take part in grand spectacles with all kinds of fireworks and fanfare and specialized machines, and your new "friendly" Wizard pal will coach you on giving all kinds of fanciful speeches to tell everyone exactly what they want to hear, because, what else are you going to do? Directly cause the collapse of an entire nation? Potential starvation, unemployment, housing crisis, complete civil upheaval?
You wind up loving and hating him because, he's basically the source of all of your pain, but it's also not his fault you're here in Oz (although being trapped in the Emerald City is another matter), and he's the only person you can talk to about past memories. He offers you food and shelter and a bed to sleep in (one you have to be careful of him trying to crawl into with you) but you're also forced to put on fake smiles and perform little parlor tricks for the occasional political embassador or adoring crowd.
You're forced to rely on him, but you also resent him, and his feelings towards you? Oh, he has zero problems being affectionate with you, whether it's leading you on his arm, or, taking you by the hand and forcing you into a little dance, or, trying to force his face and lips into the crook of your neck during said dance. He's just been SO lonely for so long, you know? And here you come, a little piece of home, and he finds you so irresistibly, indescribably charming. It makes him all the more desperate to keep control of you, and not knowing where you are to constantly double-check your safety legitimately gives him anxiety. He may even start having someone follow you around, that is if he doesn't start just keeping you with him at all times!
This mf could just legitimately have you hauled away in broad daylight and then he'd probably have the people singing some kind of bullshit song and dance, "just one day, in the Emerald City, just one day, is all it takes to be wed-"
#yandere x reader#yandere wicked#tags that feel like sacrilege tbh lol#lets be real theres already a significant amount of people down bad for goldblum#yandere stuff#sinprompts
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i talk a lot about the absolute horror that daniel went through in s2ep5 and how, all twink and gay jokes aside, just imagining that night and the 5 subsequent others from his perspective is CHILLING. but the other night i was thinking about nicki, and how his entire life was pretty much an absolute horror story, complete with the idyllic happy relationship at the start that completely dissolves into horror.
think about it, one morning you wake up and your boyfriend is just GONE. the only trace of him is the open window and the bedsheets thrown back. you wonder, what the fuck happened? did he leave me? surely not, we're on like, the third story? but the door is still locked... is he dead? your friends tell you not to worry, and that this is just lestat, especially when a few weeks later lavish gifts sent in his name arrive for you and your friends. they take it at face value and suggest he just got bored, as he so often does, but something just isnt right. and to make matters worse, you feel haunted by him, by his presence, you can up and down SWEAR you keep seeing him around.
and then one day he returns, and hes fine...? and everyone is so happy to see him but hes a bit. weird. and they push him out on the stage and the next thing you know the audience is fleeing and your ears are ringing. you cant make heads or tails of this, so you follow him as he runs into a box, only to see him get shot. your ears are still ringing but youre pretty sure you screamed, and he didnt even flinch. he just stands there, like a walking corpse, and smokes vaguely from the wound. and then hes gone again, and youre still not convinced it wasnt a horrible dream, still not convinced youre not being haunted by a vengeful spirit in the shape of someone you loved.
well maybe you could get passed that. (not really). but maybe. maybe your life could possibly return to some sense or normality, shrouded by grief but nothing that you cant recover from. and then something worse, YES, WORSE! happens. something beyond nightmares. something passed describing. as youre taken kicking and screaming by a horde of... what even are they??? corpses??? husks??? suddenly this starts to make a little bit of sense, in the way that you were trying to be reasonable about this entire situation, and theres absolutely nothing reasonable or sane about it in the first place. and your boyfriend is, predictably, at the centre of it (because he always is) and now whatever hes got up to, whatever supernatural fucked up bullshit hes been dealing with, has started spilling over into your life and may just be the cause of your death.
well finally, after that fuzzy but harrowing ordeal, he takes you... home? to a dark and cold stone tower on the edge of paris? and holds you and talks to you and you think he still loves you, you think he thinks nothing has changed and that youre fine and this is fine and everythings fine, and that just pisses you off. but he holds you and talks to you and maybe you nod and agree with something. maybe you shouldntve, because then shit gets WEIRD and after everything, EVERYTHING youve been through your emotions start to spill over, and youre a vampire now, and you didnt really want to be, oh and vampires are real, and you didnt want any of this, you wanted to play violin in the theatre with your boyfriend, but now everythings fucked and youre the tragedy of a gothic horror. youre the tragic waste, you were doomed from the start, from the moment you stepped foot in paris or picked up that violin, it was already over.
and sure enough, after misery and torture and more misery and madness, long after youve accepted your position, accepted his, you make up your mind and seek out ways to bring the immortal to mortality. maybe you can finally find peace in this insanity. and the only way to do that is to leap into your own funeral pyre.
#now THATS what i call gothic horror#nicki insanity speed run any percent#iwtv#interview with the vampire#iwtv spoilers#iwtv s2#amc iwtv s2#iwtv spoiler#lestat de lioncourt#nicholas de lenfent#nicki de lenfent#nickistat#nicki iwtv#iwtv nicki#lestat iwtv#iwtv lestat#the vampire lestat#tvl#the vampire chronicles#tvc
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Some plots that I want to see for Arc 3 before I actually lose my sanity bcs I WILL be throwing hands if Netflix doesn't give us a sign:
Planning for the return of Aaravos (obviously). Claudia's return alongside with it too dont forget. (i wonder how she'll look like)
Callum learning all the arcanums. I feel like this is really important because this will help with defeating Aaravos since it's been shown he knows all primal sources. I want to see Callum at his strongest too it's gonna be so cool ngl.
Aanya and Ezran + Soren and Corvus TOGETHER PLEASE 🕯️🕯️🕯️
Kim'dael (or however you say her name) What happened to her? Where is she and why did they completely forget about her existence? I was expecting Rayla to go against her in a battle especially after what she did to her as a kid, but ig we were robbed once again. We could've maybe seen her in a bloodmoon form if that is possible for normal moonshadow elves to do.💔
Claudia either having the most emotional redemption arc (I still have a tiny bit of hope left for my girl), or becoming a full fledged villian. Maybe even worse than Aaravos. No inbetween because as much as I love this show sm, it can be a bit undecided with it's plots here and there.
Rayla finds out she's pregnant. Guys just hear me out. It could be such a good plot, kind of like Twilight: Breaking Dawn. Whilst planning for Aaravos's return, they also have to deal with the first halfling baby that hasn't been seen in Xadia for years (i think), and if it will have more abilities than usual. And I saw on someone's post that it being born at the end could represent the love and a new era between human's and elves. And other than that, it'd be cute seeing everyone stress over Rayla being reckless the entire time. (I'll pray for them all, especially Callum😭)
Zym becoming the new archdragon king. This is another important plot needed because I'm pretty sure he's the only archdragon left. Unless he goes on some sort of journey to see if there are any other archdragons out there to help rule alongside with him. Plus, we legit heard him talk bruh. I NEED MORE OF DRAGON ZUKO!!!
WE NEED ARC 3 ABEG 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
(these are just my personal thoughts i daydreamed abt delusionally btw, if i have any other ideas I'll do another post at some point)
#the dragon prince#giveusthesaga#continuethesaga#They may as well let me write it tbh#tdp fandom#rayla#rayllum#tdp#tdp arc 3#arc 3#callum#tdp ezran#tdp soren#corvus#aanya#netflix#im way too obsessed with this show its concerning now#WE NEED ARC 3 PLEASEEEE NETFLIX#im acc crying#tdp zym
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