#stalker cas

[an-android-in-a-tutu]

I love your AU ideas so much. The weird high school serial killer romance one... *chef's kiss*

HELLO thank you so much you're very sweet.

So I have many thoughts very few concrete details about this au. You're absolutely right about Dean being weirdly flattered about his stalker guy that's the whole reason things are able to continue and kind of escalate after he learns about Cas. My first idea for this AU was mostly just kicking around ideas for the conversation where Cas offers to murder Dean's abusive ex or whomstever, but the more I thought about it the more ideas I had for like a more gradual progression.

I think Dean would probably still have a really unstable childhood, but at the time of the fic he's at least relatively settled in one place, I think he moved to an entirely new city right before Cas found him, either leaving behind a not great situation or at least after some kind of life disruption so he's kind of isolated and off balance. Cas for his part like, changes his habits and patterns a lot within the city he lives, but he doesn't leave it much, and since his previous obsessions were all relatively short lived, he never felt the need to uproot himself if they moved somewhere. If Dean left at this point he would follow him though, he's aware that he's in it for the long haul.

Anyway, one of the ideas that came to me was like. The first actual contact Dean and Cas have is something Dean doesn't remember because he was shitfaced drunk. Depending on how the like main threat takes shape this could be an early incident hinting that Dean is being targeted by someone, like Cas might intervene to keep a stranger from taking a thoroughly incapacitated Dean out of the bar, who may simply be very drunk or may have been drugged, using information he gained by being an actual stalker to prove he knows Dean and can be trusted with him. Or alternatively since Dean isn't in the greatest emotional state at the start of this journey it could just be regular old recklessness that has Dean stumbling out of a bar well on his way to blacking out and right into the arms of his stalker. Maybe one happens and then the other, since I think this is an incident that gets repeated a few times.

Anyway, I digress. Cas finds Dean in a vulnerable situation and breaks his rules about no contact to take him home, because Dean is too far gone to remember him anyway, and he's concerned about what will happen to Dean if he doesn't. Of course he also has reason to be concerned about what he will do to Dean once he gets him in his car, because the temptation to take Dean home and disappear him from the outside world is very real. Especially because he's been following Dean long enough to know that he has very few outside connections and no one will be looking for him for quite some time. This is one reason why it'd be better to have Cas take him home without confrontation the first time, the temptation would be even greater if Cas, for example, picked Dean up half conscious in an alley behind a bar and knew for a fact that no one had seen them together. So he spends the entire car ride debating and wrestling with himself and imagining what he could do to Dean and thinking about how easy it would be, and then jerks out of the fantasy when he realizes he's stopped the car and that he's already taken them to Dean's apartment on autopilot. And he sits in the car for a little while resisting the urge to start the car again and leave before almost robotically forcing himself to take Dean inside.

At this point the smart thing to do would be to dump Dean on the couch and let him believe he made his own way home, but Cas can't resist taking care of him a little, so he cleans him up and takes off his shoes and jeans and tucks him into bed, plugs in his phone and leaves him a glass of water and some pain killers on the bedside table for the next morning. Takes the time to wander the apartment a little and maybe absentmindedly tidies as he goes, rather than being careful to leave things in their place as he usually is.

So when Dean wakes up the next morning he only has hazy half memories of the journey home, an impression of Cas' hands and his voice. And he's definitely confused because he's pretty fucking sure he didn't know the guy, and doesn't recall ever telling him his address, or even his name for that matter, but he's also completely unharmed and left with the warm fuzzy fragmented memories of being gently cared for, so he's left more curious than he is unsettled.

Which is like, sort of the catalyst to the shift in its own way, Dean talks about this with a newish friend/acquaintance/work colleague and he starts jokingly calling Cas his guardian angel, and Cas is able to see that Dean despite being aware of his presence, isn't frightened of him yet. So the next time Dean ends up in a vulnerable position and has to be taken home, he's even more obvious about it. Like I have this image in my mind of Dean at some point, maybe the third or fourth time something like this happens, he wakes up and shuffles into the kitchen and there's a still-warm breakfast waiting for him in an empty apartment. Cause Cas has literally just left.

And as time goes on and Dean starts doing a bit better, making friends and settling into the city, bolstered by his "guardian angel" that he knows rationally he should probably be afraid of but has grown too attached to because they were the only friendly presence he had in some difficult months, he stops drinking quite as recklessly and has fewer reasons for Cas to step in and help him, so Cas starts finding other reasons to break into Dean's apartment and do things for him, or show up in the night to spend time being close to him. How much of this is aware of and what mix of anxiety vs bizarre comfort he takes from it could go a couple of ways, but he definitely is aware of Cas on some level even if he's not really letting himself investigate it too much.

With that set up I think it would make for a good idea if Dean getting drugged was the culmination of this build up actually, when Dean hasn't had to be taken home in months, and there have already been hints that he might be in some kind of trouble, and Cas stepping in to help Dean doesn't just risk revealing himself to Dean but puts him on the radar of whoever is out to get him as well. That would be the first time Dean doesn't wake up alone after one of these incidents, and the first time he properly meets Cas, and has the surreal experience of sitting on his couch while a guy he doesn't know anxiously fusses around his kitchen making him tea or coffee, already familiar with where everything is because he's been in the apartment dozens of times without Dean being aware of it...

As you can see it's all very loose and I'm making it up as I go but that's the vibe. Dean is lonely enough to find Cas' presence a bizarre comfort and then I think when the do meet face to face and he gets to experience the full force of Cas' obsession with him he finds it kind of intoxicating. Cas is also very undemanding company, since he is often just content to watch Dean whatever he's doing, and like while I think being confronted with Cas as an actual person rather than a nebulous idea of a guardian angel he could pretend was made up is initially frightening as he finally starts asking what Cas wants from him, when the answer to that question pretty consistently turns out to be nothing he relaxes into it and gets to enjoy being the absolute center of someone's world.

[iwasateenagenosferatu]

Dangers of artifact hunting in The Zone. Poor guy. Still gonna take his vodka.

Playing S.T.A.L.K.E.R in The Sims 4 ☢️💚

[locke-esque-monster]

You know what I find really fascinating about the destiel confession? The entire discourse about if it's canon or not.

Let's ignore those who say Cas's speech wasn't romantic love for the purposes of this post (though I beg them to try to limitus test I've seen of giving that speech to a platonic friend or relative and it not being uncomfortably weird).

I'm talking about how the argument I've seen, both by Destiel shippers and non-shippers it isn't canon if Dean never responded.

And like yeah - that's fascinating.

First because it means everyone has their own definition of canon. Is it someone confessing their love to the person they're in love with? Is it both parties confessing? Is it a physical action like a kiss or sex? Do you have to have both the love confession and the physical act or will only one suffice? Is it someone acknowledging to themselves or another 3rd party their love for someone even if it's not to the person in question?

We all have our own definition of canon intrinsically and this one happens to fall in an incredibly loose gray area.

And that's because there's the other limbo of this confession in Dean's lack of response. I actually can think of no other example of a show that does anything like this (though if they exist I'd love to know). Any other show would have something definitive at some point of Dean acknowledging the sentiment. Dean confessing back. Dean telling Cas he loves him, but as a friend. Dean telling someone after Cas's death he was in love with Cas. Dean being confused by Cas's confession and him dealing with that love after the fact that he doesn't share. Dean acknowledging afterwards he doesn't know how he feels about Cas's confession. Quite literally - any verbal acknowledgement either during or after the fact this confession happened.

And it doesn't exist. It's Schrodinger's confession. Or maybe Schrodinger's response. We all (Destiel shippers) assume the cat is dead because all evidence points to the fact (it's been in the box 3 years after all). But there are factions pointing to the lack of proof because it isn't official because we haven't looked in the box. And frankly, a lot of people would love to look in the box, find out definitively, but it's not an option on the table. The box isn't in our hands to check.

So instead we treat it like a knock of "Shave and a haircut" without the two knock response. If there's a call, there has to be a response. And we all fill in what we assume the last two knocks are based on our own individual definitions of canon and fight over why our knocks don't match someone else's.

And, on top of that, Cas's confession is all about the being and not having. We can be in the moment and enjoy this ship is canon. But we also can't actually have it (it being a concrete response, a kiss, a happy ending) as much as Cas couldn't. It's prophetic - breaking the 4th wall by accident - it's something almost not quite nothing - regardless there's something about the parallel here that's telling about the ship itself.

So yes, while the shipper in me is eternally torn between this being somehow both terrible and great, the English major/secret TV critic in me finds this terribly fascinating.

[eldrichfuck666]

Well, STARVE.

[theostrophywife]

to the anon who sent a fic idea re: cassian size kink and azriel corruption kink…🤝

just know that you have awakened something dangerous in me

[deansawthetvglow]

oooo i wanna read a horror fic again

[soullessjack]

live footage of me begging convincing Steve Yockey Andrew Dabb Bobo Berens and whichever half of Buckleming is the better writer that they should absolutely keep going with their special little guy in the prequel and perhaps even beyond it if they feel so inclined

[tamayokny]

i don’t care how old an episode of unsolved mysteries is. if the case has no update/is still unsolved (particularly a murder case), that shit freaks me out

[pavedinashes-if]

PAVED IN ASHES - DEMO DROP

Prologue - ca. 23k words [ ▶ CLICK BELOW THE IMAGE TO ACCESS THE DEMO ]

or click here: Paved in Ashes Demo on Dashingdon

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WHAT IS PAVED IN ASHES ABOUT?

You're only 20 when suddenly your life goes bam! Throwing you into a whole new city, a different country even. Wasn't part of the plan, but you know how life loves to mess with plans. People happened, stuff happened, and suddenly you're on the move. The new chapter ahead? Buckle up, 'cause it's not gonna be all sunshine and rainbows. And guess what? Your step-mom? Yeah, she's right there in the same city. She's always had this knack for trying to steer your ship, like every decision's a GPS checkpoint. But hey, there's this one thing that's never let you down—your skateboard. It's the buddy that's been with you through thick and thin, the one that never bails. Among all this craziness it's your anchor. So, the big question is—can you break out of the loop you got in? Find your place in the world and restart or lose yourself in temptation? Time to find out.

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Below you find a little insight on the contents of the demo - beware of potential spoilers!

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What's going on?

Arrive in Hamburg, Germany [Airport]

Handle the new circumstances

Deal with a...thief?

Use the ride "home" to calm down, before you...

...meet your stepmother

settle-in in your new "home"

What can you do? Define...

...some first impressions ...first details about your personality ...how you handle stress, incl. first vices ...your favourite music ...your favourite food ...how you feel about certain people

& be a proper stalker

[an-android-in-a-tutu]

since it's the theme lf the week:

[adventuringblind]

Don't Leave Us

Lestappen x Reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: With the mass amount of online hate and a relationship that's not public, it all gets too much.

Warnings: graphic depictions of self-harm, graphic depictions of suicide

Notes: I hope you're doing okay, Nonny! Maybe this will help you like it does me :)

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It's not like the toxicity of social media is a new thing. She's always known that it could happen. She just wasn't expecting it to be so... much.

Her relationship with Max and Charles isn't out for the public. There are dangers that come with opening that up for everyone to get a glimpse of. Reporters waiting to make snide remarks. Fans that want to bash on the drivers they dislike.

Plus, she's not famous. People don't notice her. At least - they didn't until recently.

Some WAG account had managed to get photos of her with either Max or Charles. Not the three of them together. Speculative fans determined she must be playing both of them.

Not all of them, some people defend her. Those comments make her cry out of relief that at least someone isn't trying to tear her down.

She doesn't bring it up to either of the boys. They have enough on their plates as is. Stress and sickness become her new best excuses to not go out in public.

Sure, she's isolating herself and not talking to anyone. Carmen and Lily keep trying. She's just not ready to show her face.

Nothing is sacred anymore. The rumors are too much. Even avoiding all social media isn't enough. She can't even leave her house without someone trying to discreetly take her photo.

Her skin burns with attention every time she steps out the door. She can't eat knowing people are always looking at her. She can't even go to the shop to get groceries or to her mailbox.

It gets worse by the day. Soon enough, someone figures out where she lives. Knowing she has a stalker makes every ounce of security she once had vanish.

It's miserable seeing her information leaked out for everyone to see. Privacy is now a luxury of the past. It's enough to send her spiraling.

When her safety is called into question, Max and Charles bring her to Monaco. They are willing to risk it for her. Their attempt at giving her some piece of mind by staying in the same apartment only makes her thoughts darker.

She's the reason there is so much negative publicity. The sharks are circling them, just waiting for one wrong move. Is she ready to be the catalyst for her lovers' downfall?

The thought sends her stomach up her throat. The thoughts swirl around her head, paralyzing her body into a perpetual state of fear. Stuck in a luxurious Monaco penthouse. Because people being toxic and stalking her is such a horrible problem to have. She should just suck it up; pretend everything is fine.

So then, why is it so hard? Why can't she just be alright?

One week. A plan in her head and a smile plastered on her face. The boys haven't asked about it. Their concern shows in the facial expressions, but they don't push. Maybe it would be better if they did. Send her already crumbling walls to the ground.

She deep cleans on Monday. She does her best to make sure the apartment isn't in disarray, that her own things are packed away, so they won't have much to deal with. The contrasting red and blue of Max and Charles' clothes are the only things left in the closet when she's done.

Speculations start again on Tuesday. Max and Charles spend all day in some PR meeting about it. It gives her time to sort out her affairs without them hearing her. She cooks them dinner to help ease the frustrations. Their teams don't want them to come out, but they do.

Wednesday, they leave to their next destination. She doesn't leave the hotel room despite the concerns of others. Carmen and Lily come around at some point. They eat in with her and kick out the boys. It feels normal for the first time in months. She almost breaks and tells them.

Thursday is media day. She feels for both boys as they get asked invasive questions about their love life. They look stressed. She gets hugged a little tighter that night. It calms the thoughts, but it's not enough. They hurt more every day. She's just wants it to stop.

Practice on Friday goes well for both. Max and Charles are in better spirits. She drags herself out to eat with them. the boys don't care who sees. She does. The anxiety nearly suffocates her. eyes crawling over her skin. Please, make it stop.

Saturday is a wreck. The qualifying is difficult for both her partners. Their relationship status is once again coming under fire. The speculating is becoming extreme, enough for the whispering of the paddock to become deafening to her ears. She spends her time hiding away, writing her last thoughts in messy scrawl.

Sunday, they turn the weekend around. The podium has always suited them. Smiling for everyone to see and dousing each other in champagne. She smiles too, even though it hurts.

They fly back to Monaco that night. Conversation turns to going public despite team wishes. They are willing to risk it for her. She can't bring herself to say yes. They worked hard to live their dreams; she won't ruin it for them.

Monday comes around again. The notes are laying out on the table. The boys are with their friends, some kind of brunch get together.

She leaves the bathroom door unlocked.

The bath filled, her clothes still on. Her thoughts finally still. Tears streak down her face.

The water is cold.

Then it's red.

~~~~~

"I worry about leaving her alone." Charles pulls the car back into its spot.

"Well, if we brough her along it wouldn't be much of a surprise, yes?" Max checks his watch again. "Plus, what could she have done in the fifteen minutes we were gone?"

They haul the ridiculous number of snacks to the front door. They decided last week they would see if they could coax the female out of her depressive state, just for a little while. Maybe get her to confide in them. If not, then at the very least a therapist.

The distance is damn near suffocating. She's so close physically, yet so far away mentally. Always staring at the walls with a distant look in her eyes.

The apartment is eerily quiet when they step inside. The kind that Charles despises after living in a chaotic house with two brothers and three busy schedules his Maman had to keep track of.

He drops the bags and peers around the entry way. Then searches the corridors until he finds one of the bathroom doors closed.

Charles knocks on the door but receives no response. "Cheri? Are you not feeling well?"

Charles almost dives out of the way when Max comes barreling down the hallway. The Dutch tries the doorknob, heavy breathing filling the odd silence.

Charles pales at the sight revealed to him. Paralyzed that this horrific scene could even be a possibility. Is he dreaming? He has to be - there isn't any way for this to be real... right?

"Charles!-" the Monegasque is dragged from his thoughts. Real or not, Max needs his help. Scratch that - she needs his help. "- Get an ambulance!"

Charles fishes his phone out of his pocket and makes the call. Max is desperate trying to stop the bleeding from the vertical slit traveling her forearm. "Is she...?" He can't finish the thought. Heart being through his chest at the possible answer.

"Pules is there but faint." Max sounds like he's desperately trying to hold back his tears. His mind working desperately to keep her alive.

Charles must space out. He doesn't remember opening the door or watching her be carried out by the swift paramedics. The car ride doesn't register, not until they are already in the waiting room.

Max hands him her notes. The paragraphs she wrote to them. A final goodbye in messy scrawl, but the tails of her letters still curled.

"She did it for us, Charlie, because she thought she was hurting us."

They both break down in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. Charles violently sobbing. Neither of them respond to their messages. Phones buzzing with calls that go to voice-mail.

A doctor comes calling her name. Charles is only half listening. Specifically looking for either a confirmation of death or the relief of hearing that she's okay. Max seems to be paying attention. His shoulders sag, and there is a soft look on his face when they are left to their own devices.

"She's alive, Charlie."

He erupts until tears once more.

~~~~~

Everything hurts. Her thoughts are fuzzy. There is something soft beneath her.

The white ceiling is paired with the burning smell of alcohol. A sterile environment. Meaning-

Fuck. How did it go so wrong? How had they managed to keep her alive?

The beeping on the heart monitor picks up. A sign that she's definitely alive and in a hospital.

Her attempts at moving are futile. There is too much pain and exhaustion to do so. A pulsing behind her ears drowns out the thumping of her heart.

"Rest now, amour."

It takes a single stroke of Charles' fingers on her cheek to make her entire facade shatter into nothing.

She's mumbling incoherent words. It's a string of apologies, rants of anger and embarrassment, and confusion at why they are even here with her. They are continually reassuring her. They coo into her ear how they are so glad she's alive. That she doesn't have to fight whatever battle through hell this is alone.

Recovery is difficult. They have to put her on a suicide watch, but Max and Charles somehow manage to keep her out of the psychward. Mostly because they want to be with her at all hours of the day.

They miss a singular race for her. Then drag her to the next. Part of the deal they had made was that they won't sacrifice their careers for her.

They negotiated with the teams. Managed to wriggle around their soft spots and get them to approve going public. Max and Charles want to openly defend her. No more public executions. They'er pulling her out of the shark infested waters that is the media.

It's slow. People ask about it sometimes; why Charles and Max had missed that race. None of them give an answer. They aren't obligated to.

"Why fight for me?" She asks. a year after the events.

"Because chéri, we love you enough to help you carry the burden."

"Honestly liefste, we fight for what we believe in. We believe in you and the love you have for us."

"Maybe it's selfish, but we want to share that with you. Keep you here with us to go on adventures and explore the different paths life offers."

"So don't leave us yet. You are worth every sacrifice."

[iwasateenagenosferatu]

Good Hunting, Stalker

So I've been playing S.T.A.L.K.E.R but in the Sims 4. Inspired by the Rookie Village in STALKER: Shadow of Chernobyl. Your girl is off to the ZONE

[scoobydoodean]

I have 2 spn accounts, a Deancentric blog that ships Destiel and another account that unintentionally follows a lot of Samgirl blogs. So one blog follows majority Deangirl blogs and the other incidentally follows a lot of Samgirl blogs. And here's the major difference I've noticed on the different dashboards.

Deangirl dashboard: Great meta analysis. Beautiful art. Level 1 and 2 headcanons (largely based in canon). Pro-Dean. Stumble across reblogs of Deancrit. Bitter Deangirl blogging. Generally fair portrayal and discussion of the positive and negative traits and actions of Dean, Sam and Cas. Deanhater anons.

Samgirl dashboard: An entirely different pool of beautiful art. Whole lotta woobie!Sam art where Dean is his abuser. Deancrit about Dean being an abuser. Bitter Samgirl blogging about how people will find any excuse to hate Sam. "How can anyone be Samcrit he has done nothing wrong ever." Level 5 headcanons (you literally ignored canon to make that up). More about how Dean is Sam's abuser. So many posts about how awful Samcrit is. "Do Deangirls really think that Dean cries himself to sleep at night thinking that ppl thinks he doesn't know how to read." I have yet to see any actual Samcrit posts (not even links or reblogs from Sam defenders), not even after literally searching the Samcrit tag for it. The Samcrit tag is full of Samgirls crying about Samcrit and no actual Samcrit. "Samgirls are feral, but we need to be bc of the hate ppl throw Sam's way."

I literally have to block so many people on the incidentally Samgirl dashboard bc I'm not on Tumblr to randomly stumble across a post on how Dean is a toxic stalker who abused Sam by changing Amelia's number in his cellphone. Do you have any idea on why Samgirls seem to feel so attacked all the time even though I literally only ever see *them* attacking Dean?

If you dig deep enough into any fandom, you will encounter people who fetishize "helpless victimhood". Some fandoms attract more people with those particular proclivities than others. Supernatural and Sam in particular attracts people who hold those sorts of aesthetic interests because of his relationship toward accountability versus Dean's.

Dean is a character with an overactive sense of responsibility. He blames himself for the Lindbergh baby and unemployment and every child murdered by a shrtiga from 1990 to 2005 because he went to play an arcade game when he was 10. He also blames himself for things like Jessica dying and Sam not being in school. Other characters pile on this blame frequently. John blames Dean for Sam getting hurt (1.18). Ruby tells him (and Sam) that Sam is a weak baby who won't psychologically survive without Dean there to protect him (3.11). Meg alleges that Dean is "dragging Sam everywhere" (1.16). Sam rewrites reality from 1.05 to 1.21 to make Dean responsible for his burning desire for revenge. Cas and Zachariah and Gabriel blame Dean when Sam breaks the last seal because he didn't stop Sam in time. Sam blames Dean for him drinking demon blood first because Dean wasn't there to protect him and then—in a complete 180—because Dean is smothering (4.04, 5.05). Dean generally absorbs blame when it is piled at his feet because he has been blamed for things he couldn't control for most of his life and thus he feels guilty and responsible for things even when him being responsible makes no logical sense. He's never a victim of anything—everything is always on him.

Sam, on the other hand, tends to eventually deflect blame because he can't handle the gnawing bite of it for long. It reminds him too deeply of being left isolated and alone as a child and the feelings of otherness and wrongness he developed through that neglect. When his actions ultimately have consequences he didn't foresee and/or that he finds undesirable, it makes him feel ugly and unaccepted and he can't face it so he eventually finds a way to make what happened someone else's fault—usually Dean's fault. Nothing is ever on him. He's always at least a little bit of a victim and Dean always carries at least partial responsibility for his decisions (1.21, 1.08, 4.04, 5.05, 8.23, 11.01)

In other words, Sam has an under-active sense of responsibility and Dean has an overactive responsibility and that dynamic—driven by their childhood experiences—places them into a vicious cycle of blame being cast onto Dean for Sam's decisions and Dean absorbing it. Dean absorbing it reinforcing the narrative for samgirls with a victimhood fetish that Dean deserves blame and that Sam truly is a helpless baby. They never watch what actually happens on the show to see whether this narrative that Dean is responsible for everything and Sam is a helpless baby lines up with the actual events that occurred onscreen because why would they? That would ruin their enjoyment. Sam isn't interesting to them outside of his capacity to be mourned as some sort of helpless martyr. And yes—they will cry and moan about how horrible and unfair Sam's suffering is, but it isn't because they're having a bad time. They're having a great time. They love thinking about Sam that way. They wouldn't be here blogging about it day in and day out for the last 20 years if they didn't actually want to see exactly what they're seeing.

Related tags of note:

#sams motivations

#taurus sam in the flesh

#In which Sam is not a helpless little waif with his hands cast over his eyes being carried along by the tides of the immutable sea

#sam the hunter

#sams follower/leader false dichotomy

#parentification

[eldrichfuck666]

cannibals are hot and this is why.

[salemahn]

Alexia Putellas

Part 1

Favourite Place ~ @kyra-cooneyx

401 / Fluff

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The Sweetest Symphony ~ @httpswritings

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Nail Polish ~ @p0orbaby

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So Proud ~ @p0orbaby

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Fingers ~ @p0orbaby

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Mami v Mama ~ @girlgenius1111

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Mess of A Mind ~ @totaly-obsessed

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Different ~ @barcaatthemoon

451 / Fluff

A Girl Consumed By Fire ~ @p0orbaby

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Alexia's Favourite Girls (series) ~ @ellatoone7

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[sturnioz]

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ohh cas u did it with this one.. i fear i might go crazy bcs i literally just started my cycle and my tits hurt and cramps are already kicking in :/

can totes imagine matt just being one of ur #1 friends!!! (stalker!matt x naive or perhaps shy!reader tbh has my mind spinning like.) took him awhile to befriend you and even when you two are so so close he's so careful to keep all the info he has on you secret and fights to bring up random facts in conversations that would reveal he knows some sketchy shit about you. he doesnt care tho bc ur soo sweet to him and the friendship is at a point ur just soo comfortable you tell him about your sex life (he already knows everything) and about your exes and he gets so hard hearing you talk about how you havent had many enjoyable orgasms (or none at all.. or ur a virgin....) its like terrible. and then hes jerking off secretly in ur bathroom when he excuses himself, biting his lower lip or his necklace between his teeth to keep all the groans down because ugh when is he gonna be able to fuck you?? also has to hide his annoyance whenever u bring up other male friends/any exes <3

ugh yes. has to fight the urge to roll his eyes and snap when he hears you talk about anyone that isn't him — especially male friends or any exes you've had because honestly... how dare you. doesn't understand why you can't open your eyes fully and see that he's right here, that he's the perfect guy for you because he knows you (quite literally knows every little thing about you). he can treat you so much better than you so-called friends and past exes.

despite being careful and calculated, i fear he sometimes slips up — you're at dinner with him and unfortunately (for him) a few of your friends, a small but lively diner decorated in white and red, and you're talking about vacation spots that you've been to and you fail to mention one because you only went for a day just to relax with your family.

"you went to that lake house three years ago," matt states as he munches on a fry, and you turn your head to look at him, your eyes wide in alarm because how would he know something like that ???

"how... how do you—"

"you told me, remember? yeah.. went to that lake house with your family. you — you mentioned about that cat you saw on the uh, the boat dock with the green collar 'cos it reminded you of a childhood cat. remember? you told me." matt immediately begins to gaslight you and you frown deeply, trying to go back on your memories to the time where you admitted that to him because not even your group of friends know that about you, especially the childhood cat who you hardly talk about as it pains you to bring up.

"i did?"

matt laughs, "'course you did, kid... you tell me everythin', don't you? because — because we're close. we're... we're best friends, right?"

and of course you nod your head because he is your bestest friend !!! and you end up feeling a little stupid and sheepish for not remembering you told him something like that while your other friends are giving looks at each other from across the table.