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Throne
CW: oral (f) and fingers
You and Spencer are friends who attended at party for a mutual friend and find you have an interesting shared book fantasy.
It had been several hours since youâd arrived at the party for a mutual friend. Reid had been cautiously watching you as you talked to everyone and gave them a small amount of your time. Every so often your gazes would meet and youâd exchange a smile from a distance. Although youâd greeted him when he walked in, youâd been rushed away my another friend for some kind of emergency. Every guy you talked to made Reid anxious. He hated the idea of you walking out of this place with someone else. Anyone else but him. Finally you made your way over to him, sitting down beside him and smiling.
âWelcome backâ. Spencer said as you took a sip of your drink.
âThanks. Itâs been very hectic. Youâd think for a going away party it would be more fun. Instead Iâm chasing down my drunk friends.â You sighed.
âYeah, I think I saw one of my drunk friends fall off the bar earlier.â He laughed.
âI saw that. I think weâre the only two here that arenât drinking.â
âI like to be in control of myself. I drink occasionally but in this atmosphere I donât think itâs wise.â
âI agree. To much going on and Iâm already over stimulatedâ
âGlad Iâm not the only one.â He nodded.
You tucked your hair behind your ears and shifted closer to him. âIâm really happy you came.â
Spencerâs eyes lit up, âIâm glad too. Iâll admit I was on the fence until I heard youâd be coming too.â
âReally?â
He nodded, âYeah. This isnât my thing. Bars. Or people.â
âI would much rather be at home reading. I hate all this.â You shrugged.
âOh, thatâs reminds me I started reading this book about ancient erotica and I think -â
At that you held up your hand to stop him,âDid you just say erotica?â
Spencer nodded, âYeah, but not in the way youâre thinking of pornography. Itâs rather tasteful compared to todayâs idea of erotica. Iâve read a few of what is considered erotic today and I think itâs just porn on paper.â
You stared at him for a long moment. His brown eyes stared back anticipating your response.
âPorn on paper is called smut now.â You smirked.
âYes, and it is just sexually charged writing. Ancient erotica is art. Paintings and images that are tastefully done.â Reid explained.
âI guess my bookshelf is filled with porn then.â You laughed softly.
âYou readâŚsmut?â He bit his lip.
Suddenly you felt hot. Did the temperature go up? Youâd just admitted you had read spicy books.
âI-wel-âŚI meanâŚI have other kinds of books too.â You stammered. âI have biographies and nonfiction also. Fantasy.â
Spencer was enjoying watching you squirm. You were flustered now. He could see trying to save whatever semblance of a normal conversation there was left.
âFantasy? What kind of fantasy?â He asked.
âNo sexual fantasyâŚI have Fourth Wing. Have you read it?â
âDragons and thunderâŚI have read it and its sequel.â Reid nodded. âBut may I askâŚhow you felt about the throne scene?â
He was torturing you now. He watched as your eyes went wide and your breathing halted just enough to notice.
âIâŚuhâŚSpenceâŚyouâre doing this on purpose.â You said softly.
âAm I? Iâm just curious.â
You raised an eyebrow, âAre you?â
âVeryâŚâ He nodded.
He watched you bite your lip. The conversation had taken a sharp turn and now you were staring at each other, both quiet. You wished you knew what he was thinking about.
âDo you want to get out of here?â Spencer finally asked.
âYesâ. You agreed.
He stood and held out his hand for you. You took it and slipped out of your seat, following him out the door. You felt anxious as you walked out into the cold air, cautiously looking up at him.
âDid you drive?â He asked, looking back.
âNoâŚI came with (your mutual friendâs name).â
âYou should probably tell her youâre leaving.â Spencer smirked.
âI can text her.â You blushed a little as you arrived at Spencerâs car.
You turned to face him as he opened the door for you. It was only now that you realized he was so much taller than you. All the time working with him at the university and youâd never noticed. He stepped closer and slid a hand around your waist.
âCan I kiss you?â Spencer asked.
Your brained seemed to short circuit, unable to form words, so you nodded almost too enthusiastically. Spencer leaned down and cupped your face, kissing you gently. The feel of his mouth on yours was dizzying. You werenât drunk but you felt like it. He pulled you a little closer and you welcomed the feel of his body. After a few long moments he pulled back leaving you aching his touch. He gazed at you, stroking your cheek gently.
âStill want to go home with me?â He asked.
âYesâ Was all you could managed, still seeing stars.
Spencer helped you in the car before closing the door and running to the other side. You watched him get in and start the car.
âDonât forget to text (your friendâs name).â
âOh, right.â You reached for your phone and sent a quick text letting them know youâd found a ride.
They sent a reply with eggplant emojiâs and water droplets. Thank God it was dark because your cheeks were red at the idea of them knowing who youâd left with. The man youâd confided in her to having a crush on from the minute heâd walked into your life. As he drove you pulled your sleeves over your hands and fidgeted with them anxiously. You couldnât have possibly expected him to not notice. He reached over and laced his fingers with yours.
âYou play with your clothes when youâre nervous.â Spencer said, glancing at your hands.
Of course heâd noticed. The many meetings youâd sat in together, the times youâd been in the elevator together alone, the time heâd come to you asking for your opinion on a case, heâd seen it every time he was near you. You looked up as you felt the car slow to a stop. He put the car in park and you both sat for a moment. Finally your eyes met his. He gave you a soft smile.
âDo you still want to come inside?â Spencer asked.
âI do.â You answered.
He nodded and got out of the car, coming around to open your door and helped you out. Her nerves were started to become more noticeable. You didnât do this. You never went home with guys. Especially not guys you worked with. Especially not anyone with an IQ of 187 and read books on ancient erotica. Spencer took your hand and led you into his building. Once in the elevator you chewed at your lip, your fingers linked with his as he pressed the button to his floor.
âAre you okay?â Spencer asked, reaching up to brush your hair behind your ear.
âSpenceâŚyou need checking on me. Iâm fine. Iâm sure. I promise.â You said, standing on your toes to kiss him.
He cupped your neck, returning the kiss. He was gentle and soft. You could only hope he maintained that once you were in his apartment. The elevator dings upon arriving at his floor. He pulled away reluctantly and you stepped off, making your way to his front door.
âIâm slightly surprised we arenât stumbling down your hallway, too impatient to get inside.â You joked.
Spencer slid his key in the door, âWe could have been but you deserve more respect than me just trying to fuck you.â
Your jaw dropped, surprised. âSpencer Reid said fuck!â You smirked.
âIâve been known to swear on occasion.â He replied, letting you inside.
You stepped inside the apartment, looking around. He closed the door and locked it.
âSoâŚwhat now?â He asked, stepping closer to you.
âSpenceâŚwe both know whatâs going to happenâŚbut can we pretend for five seconds that youâre not thinking about undressing me and be making obscene sounds shortly thereafter?â You asked, taking his hand.
âWell now that youâve put that image in my headâŚitâs going to be hard not to.â He smirked.
âYou mentioned you had books. I want to see the collection.â
âThe lady gets what the lady wants.â He replied, leading you to his bookshelf.
It seemed to overflow with classic literature in many languages. You looked at the titles, a few familiar and many youâd never seen or heard of. Then your eyes caught a familiar gold cover. You smirked and pulled out Fourth Wing.
âYou really did read it.â You smirked.
âYou and Penelope wouldnât shut up about it, I was curious what had you so worked up. Itâs not my thing but it peaked my interest.â He replied. âEspecially chapter 48 in Iron Flame.â
You froze, knowing exactly what he was referring to. He leaned in close, his breath hot on your skin.
âMy house. My chair. My woman.â He whispered.
You looked up at him, your mouth suddenly dry. You had forgotten heâd mentioned the throne room scene.
âYouâŚumâŚyou know the exact chapter.â You stammered.
He smirked down at you. âOf course I do. You never told me how you felt about it.â
âI meanâŚobviously itâs hot.â You turned to face him. âWhat woman doesnât want a man worshipping her on his knees on a throne.â
Spencer raised an eyebrow. âIs that what you want?â
âDo you have a throne?â You asked.
âNot quite a throne, but I definitely have a chair we can pretend is a thrown.â
You licked your lips as you felt your pulse rising. You felt hot again. You knew why youâd come to his apartment and now was the time you stopped pretending it was innocent.
âShow me.â
Spencer gave a soft smile and led you to his room. It was neat, bed made and everything orderly. Your eyes fell upon a gorgeous leather chair near the window. It was the perfect reading chair, but tonight it was going to be a throne for him to worship you on. He walked you over and you admired it. You could see it was tall enough that your feet might dangle if you sat down, and the leather was soft. God forbid you dig your nails into it and mark the leather.
âAre you sure?â Spencer asked from behind you.
You felt his hands sliding up your arms, stroking your biceps gently. His breath was hot on your neck as you leaned back into him.
âYes.â You said, eyes closing when he kissed your neck.
âThen sit down.â
You swallowed anxiously, turning to face him before sitting down. You could have sworn his eyes darkened just a bit as he moved to the floor. Surprisingly the chair was the perfect height for you to be face to face. You pulled him against you and kissed him. His hands ran through your hair and down your shoulders. You knew exactly want was coming. He pulled away and removed your shoes. As his hands moved to your jeans you feel your pulse racing and your breathing quicken. He pulls you to the edge of the chair and tugs them down your legs. The air conditioning sends goosebumps over your skin as Spencer looks up at you. His eyes met yours and you forgot to breathe. He didnât look away as you placed kisses on your legs, creeping higher and higher up your thigh.
âYouâre so gorgeous.â He said, stroking your opposite thigh. âGod, youâre perfect.â
You bit your lip, having trouble forming words. All you wanted was for him to devour and absolutely worship you. His hand slid over your hips and to the top of your underwear. The second they were gone you knew youâd never be able to recover. You ached for him. Slowly he slid them down and you watched him carefully. Spencerâs eyes darkened even more at the sight of you bare before him. He could see the moisture pooling at your core and he was instantly rock hard.
âLast timeâŚyou want this?â He asked.
âLast time, yes.â You panted, âPlease, God, just touch me.â
Begging wasnât something youâd thought youâd be doing but you were desperate. He nodded, moving one leg to sit over the arm of the chair and the other over his shoulder. You nearly came as his tongue slid through your wet folds. You let out a loud gasp, your head falling back against the back of the chair. He swirled around your clit, toying with it gently.
âSpencer, fuck!â You moaned, nails digging into the leather.
He smiled as he continued his actions, lapping up your juices. His hands held you firmly in place and you squirmed under his.
âDonât stop, please.â You whimpered.
Spencer watched you coming undone, enjoying every second of it. Watching your breathing catch when he licked your clit. You moaned even louder when he slid a finger into you. It was nearly enough to finish you. Your hand moved to his hair and you tugged at it, causing him to groan against you. The vibrations only added to the pleasure. He added another finger, pushing you closer to the edge.
âOh, fuck, fuck, fuckâŚâ You panted, so close to cumming.
Spencer felt you clench around his fingers and he moved them faster. His tongue massaged your delicate folds until finally you couldnt hold on.
âSpence, oh, fuckâŚâ You whimpered before coming undone.
He smiled, working you through it. Finally you could breathe again and you looked down at him. He was just watching you, stroking your thigh gently.
âYou okay?â He asked.
âMore than okay.â You blushed as you sat up.
âHow was it?â
âIt rivaled all the fantasies I had about being worshipped in a thrownâ. You admitted.
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âJust Breatheâ
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: You're nervous about meeting Yoongi's parents for the first time
Warnings: angst/comfort, brief mentions of toxic family life, not proofread
A/N: Thanks to @vicky-chaos for this request! I hope you like it!
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The late afternoon sun warmed your back as you walked down the street hand in hand with Yoongi, the familiar hum of street noise around you a welcome soundtrack that you hoped would distract from the anxious thoughts that had been filtering through your mind all day.
Normally you loved going on errand runs like these with Yoongi, finding comfort in the mundane routine, but today you had found yourself unable to relax fully and enjoy yourself, even now fidgeting with the handles of the shopping bags in your free hand.
Yoongiâs parents were coming to visit for the weekend, and he had asked if you wanted to help him cook dinner on the first night so that you could meet them. You had been touched that he wanted to introduce you to them at all and had agreed to the plan eagerly enough at first, but inside, there had been a growing tinge of âwhat if?â.
If this evening didnât go well, you worried how it would affect you and Yoongiâs relationship going forward.
Yoongi had noticed your growing nerves and had tried to reassure you that things would be fine, even giving you a crash course on his parents' personalities and interests to help make you feel more confident and give you something to talk to them about.
â-And Dad likes reading, so just keep conversation focused around that if you canât think of anything else.â He finished as you were headed back towards where he had parked the car.
âRightâŚâ You replied distantly, chewing on your lip.
âItâll be fine, donât worry.â He assured you, squeezing your hand gently.
You nodded, but you couldnât stop your heart still anxiously skittering around your ribcage, seeking out escape.
âHey,â His tone was much softer now, drawing your attention back to him with a gentle touch on your cheek, letting his fingers just brush over your skin in the same way that he did as you fell asleep at night. âJust breathe, okay? Everything will be fine. Theyâre gonna love you.â
You hesitated for the briefest moment.
âWhat if they donât?â Your asked quietly, breaking his heart at how small you sounded.
He knew his parents werenât the easiest to get along with, especially his father, but he had faith that they would see what a beautiful and remarkable person you were. He couldnât imagine anyone meeting you and not immediately falling for your warm heart and infectious personality.
But no matter how many times Yoongi tried to encourage and reassure you, your anxieties over what could possibly go wrong persisted.
He knew your fears werenât entirely unfounded; it was no secret to him that the relationship between you and your own parents was difficult to say the least, leaving you with more than a few emotional scars that you were slowly trying to heal. But he was not so secretly hoping that this might be the start of a better relationship with parental figures for you, that you might start to view his family as your own. He just needed you to believe.
âIf they donât like you, then thatâs their problem and theyâll have to get over it.â He told you matter-of-factly.
âYoongi-â You started, but he stopped you.
âI mean it, if they know me and care about me at all, then theyâll make the effort to get along with the person I love.â
Your eyes shot up to meet his in shock, making him realize his accidental admission.
âYou love me?â You asked.
âYeah, of course I do.â He said, trying to ignore the creeping redness that he could feel coloring his face.
âItâs just-, youâve never said that before.â You pointed out, still staring at him.
âIâve felt it for a while, Iâd just been trying to find the right time to say something.â He replied quietly, suddenly finding the pavement very interesting as he scratched at the back of his neck self-consciously. âAnd itâs no big deal, you donât have to say anything ba-â
âI love you too.â You cut him off.
His head snapped back up, his dark eyes filled with cautious hope.
âReally?âÂ
You nodded. âI always have.â
Before you could blink, Yoongi closed the gap between you, crushing you to his chest in a hug that nearly knocked the wind out of you.
âI love you.â He mumbled into your hair. âI love you so fucking much, and nothing anyone says can ever change that. Not my parents, not anyone.â
Your eyes stung at his words, trying to fight back the sudden wave of emotions that threatened to overtake you.
âI love you too.â You managed, blinking away the wetness in your eyes.
It was moments like this that reminded you of just how thankful you were to have Yoongi in your life, always willing to make room for you, to protect you, to fight for you.
After a long moment, he pulled away enough to meet your eye again.
âWe got this, yeah?â He asked. âWeâll be okay.â
You nodded, a small, genuine smile creeping across your face for the first time today.
âLets go home.â He said, catching your hand in his again and giving it a slight squeeze.
The two of you walked on together in comfortable silence, savoring the feel of the shared warmth of your joined hands, keeping away the autumn chill that tried to chill your fingers.
Everything would be okay. So long as you had each other to hold onto, you could face anything.
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hey queen! Could you do a angst of Pau cubarsi? Pau and reader having an argument before going to his family gathering. Pauâs sister noticed that reader is quite upset and talks with Pau about it. When they return home, theyâll talk about it and everything! đŤśđź
Coming clean â Pau CubarsĂ.
Pairing: Pau CubarsĂ x Fem!Reader
Summary: An unresolved argument with Pau had ruined your whole night. Luckily for you, Irene is right there to help you get Pau to come clean.
Word count: 1.17k
Disclaimer/s: arguing , angst to resolved ending.
A/N: itâs 3:45 am and i canât sleep so here is this! + hi Bea! how about you try to end a fucking post w out it ending in a kiss???đ¤Śââď¸
The car ride to Pauâs parentâs house was silent. No music, no talking, just pure and tense, silence. The lingering anger from the argument that had only happened ten minutes ago was still fresh.
Even when you arrived, at least a foot apart, you still hadnât talked. You separated from each other instantly; Pau finding his cousins and you wandering around aimlessly.
Irene watched as you arrived, she could sense that something was off when instead of finding her or her parents, you milled around the food table.
She pushed off the counter she was leaning against and made her way towards you. When Irene called out your name, you plopped a grape into your mouth before turning to face her with a forced smile.
âIrene! Hi!â Your expression falters when you see the way she was looking at youâpity. âWhat?â
âLetâs go take a walk, yeah?â
Your eyes dart to Pau, who was busy conversing with his cousins. âOkay, yeah. Where to?â
Looking around, the girl points to the back door. âMy momâs flowers started to bloom, want to take a look?â Subtle. Very, very subtle, Irene.
Lips pulling into a thin line, you nod. Irene spins on her heels and marches her way towards the door. You pass Pau, but he doesnât bother looking in your direction, though you knew he saw you by the tick of his jaw.
Trying not to scoff, you take a deep breath and follow Irene out the door. The spring air hits you comfortingly and the view of Mrs.CubarsĂâs flower garden brings a genuine smile to your face.
âItâs really improved since the last time I was here.â You comment, bending down to sniff one of the vibrant flowers.
Irene hums in agreement. âSo, what happened with you and Pau?â When your head snaps in her direction, she chuckles. âSorry, I just noticed you two were unusually distant and you looked upset.â
You let out a quiet, âoh!â Before you continue. âWe argued. Itâs a communication problem.â You wave your hand as if to dismiss the problem, but a butter taste lingers on your tongue.
âOkay��� tell me about it? Pau is usually an open book, or at least, he used to be.â
You snort at the last part. âUsed to be, yeah. Not anymore. For some reason, heâs been holding things back recently, and oh! Yesterday, I went to hold his hand and heâwell, he pushed his hand back into his pocket.â You point at the house, though not directly to wherever Pau probably was. âHim avoiding affection? Not normal.â
Ireneâs forehead creases in confusion. Pau had never, not once, refused to show you affection. In fact, he was always seeking it out. âOkay, yeah, weird. What did he say when you tried to talk to him?â
You couldnât help but scoff, âhe said that I was âreading too much into thingsâ and that I was, âbeing dramaticâ. Iâm staring to thinkââ Your mouth clamps shut, you couldnât say that.
Giving you a look, Irene urges you to continue. âThink..?â
âThat heâs..â You run your hand over your mouth, âthat maybe heâs falling out of love. Itâs stupid, I know, but I canât help but assume, yâknow?â
Frowning, Irene nods in understanding. âHe loves you, iâm sure of it. Heâs just being difficult. Maybe you two should leave early, talk it out?â She pauses, âor I can give him a talking to.â
Your eyes widen, âno! No. Do not talk to him, iâll figure it out. Just.. need to figure out what to say first.â
âLetâs go back to the party and you contemplate while we stuff our faces, perhaps?â
âThat sounds like a brilliant idea.â
When the gathering was over and Pau was driving you back home, you play with the hem of your skirt. âPau?â You speak quietly, not sparing him a glance.
Pau turns in your direction momentarily, offering you a short, âhm?â
âCan we talk.. please?â
No matter how upset, or annoyed Pau maybe be, he couldnât resist the pleading tone in your voice. âI guess.â He answers, âwhat do you want to talk about?â
âWhy youâre upset with me. I mean, before our argument. Clearly I did something to hurt you, or maybe you just..â Your voice fades into nothing, scared to speak.
âJust what?â He doesnât comment on the parts before that, so you know you definitely did something wrong.
You pick at the lace harder, âI know itâs probably me reaching, but, I just thought that maybe you are likeââ You were tripping over words, too embarrassed to speak them out loud. Forcing yourself to come clean, you take a breath, âmaybe you were falling out of love.â
The car lurches to a halt, right at a red light. Pauâs head whips in your direction, âwhat? No! Jesus, baby, no! Not that! I love you, I do.â
His words of reassurance made you feel a sense of relief, but still, your theories about upsetting him were only becoming easier to believe. âI love you too, but, my question still stands. What did I do to upset you, and how do I make it right?â
As Pau begins to drive again, he sighs. âThe other day, when we were having dinner with the guys and their girlfriends, why did you lean away from me when I tried to kiss you?â
You did that?
Genuine surprise takes over your face. âWait, what did I do? Shit, Pau, I didnât even realize.â
His bottom lip tugs between his teeth as he turns into your driveway. âAre you sure? Because it felt intentional.â His words had bite to them, whether he meant to or not.
âSeriously, I wouldâve never done that intentionally. Is that why youâve been so withdrawn?â You frown, leaning your head back against the headrest and unbuckling while Pau parks.
He nods shamefully, âsorry, I just got upset. I was being a dick when I should have just talked to you about it. Iâm sorry.â He couldnât meet your eyes, to annoyed with himself to face you.
âPau.â You sigh out, âlook at me.â
He does just that, meeting your eyes with a pained look. âIâm sorry.â
âI know. You canât do this again, though.â You give him a warning tone, âand you owe me, big time.â
Nodding, Pau grabs your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. âAfter my next game, we should go on a date. Anywhere you want to go, iâll take you.â
Tapping your chin, you ponder the idea. âHow about a movie night? I want alone time, and you will be watching every movie I chose, got it? Oh, and please bring snacks.â
A smile forms on Pauâs lips, causing one to grown on yours. âAnything you want. Make a list, iâll stop by the store on the way here.â
Sitting up and gathering your things, you nod. âWill do! Goodnight, I love you.â
âGoodnight, I love you.â Pau leans over, meeting your lips in a soft kiss.
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thinking about viktor with a chronically ill reader. you know? we see the vision, right?
it just works.
the thing with chronic pain, illnesses, disabilities, all of that - is that you can't always see them. sometimes you can, sure, you can see the mobility aids and the not-standing-up-for-too-long and the bruising from blood draws and sometimes you can see the compression garments, the pills and inhalers and the i'm fine, i just need a moment-
but most people just don't pay attention to that. or if they do, they don't put the pieces together fast enough to figure out what's really going on under the surface. viktor does, though; he's been there, and most of the time he's way beyond hiding it. or, well, he's way beyond hiding some of it.
walking with a cane was like carrying a neon sign that said yes there is something different here. yes i can't walk the way you can. no it's not going to get better. that last part wasn't directly evident just from him using a cane, sure, but with the way his cane looked, it should've been pretty clear. He had used one practically forever and it had evolved with him, he'd made it as comfortable to use as it could be, had even made it match his uniform.
so yeah. viktor knew what it was like. he'd been the disabled kid forever, even if some of the others were never going to say it out loud. that was just a thing about him, and he knew how hard it could be to navigate something like that in an academic environment. it was hard to admit you couldn't do something, that you had to sit down, that you needed a moment. that sometimes your body was just falling apart for no particular reason and it was just another tuesday.
sometimes it was easier to sit with the pain than take medication in the middle of a meeting, knowing that someone would make a bigger deal out of it than it had to be, even if it was just raising their eyebrows meaningfully. they'd think about you differently afterwards.
he could see you push through it, and he didn't blame you, really, he did that himself, too, but - he didn't want you to hurt yourself. you hadn't been in the lab as long as he had, so he could understand you being a little cautious with how you acted and what you told people, but he didn't want you to feel like you had to put on a show for him. he was, after all, walking around with the equivalent of a light-up sign of i'm disabled, too, and he liked to think of himself as someone who wouldn't come off as judgemental about stuff like that. other stuff, sure, stupid stuff, but not that.
so when he sees you dealing with the telltale signs of being in pain, he conveniently sends jayce and the others to pick up some parts that would take a while to collect and that they wouldn't actually need until the next day. but better prepared, right? what's the harm.
and then he comes to sit next to you and sighs deeply. leans back. relaxes to the best of his abilities. asks if you're alright, and sounds like he already knows the answer.
you sigh too, shift your position, and answer with it's fine. and viktor recognizes the strain in your voice, in your posture, and he knows there's a key difference between this and i'm fine, but he'll take it. it's not what he'd like, but he'll take it.
he leans over to dig around his belongings, and then offers you a bag of candied almonds.
"if you're going to take pain killers, it's better if you eat something first," he says, and you just stare at him. "i assume you haven't taken anything yet. nothing strong enough, at least," he continues, casually, and you take a deep breath and accept the almonds.
he smiles. continues like this is totally normal. "jayce made me start carrying around some food so i could do that. for myself, i mean. but it doesn't hurt to have some snacks around either way, i suppose."
he knows he's skirting around the real topic of the conversation, but he also knows that sometimes people get uncomfortable around his bluntness, and you hadn't exactly told him you were in pain, so he'd understand it if you were a little weirded out. after all, most people didn't notice this stuff. but you haven't run away from him, and you're eating, and then you're digging around your own bag to take your medication, so he'll count this as a win.
thanks, you exhale, handing back the almonds, and he takes a handful of them himself.
"i'm fine, really," you continue, not really looking at him, "it's just hard sometimes."
he nods. it was - even if he didn't know the specifics, he knew that it was true. especially since you had been hiding it from the others. and with something like that, something the others couldn't see, the invisible step to let them see it would grow bigger and bigger with time, when they expected you to be able to do everything they did without a second thought.
he also knows you didn't mean fine in the dictionary definition sense of the word, but more in the this is normal and you don't need to worry -sense. and that's fine. he was used to functioning on different parameters than most people, so this version of fine was good enough.
my body just isn't always very reliable, you explain with a sigh, and that he knows better than well.
he hmms in answer and nods. he knows.
you exhale a small laugh at that.
and he's glad you're relaxing, wants you to be as comfortable here as possible.
"these people are alright," he says casually, "as far as healthy people go."
viktor smiles a little.
another win for him.
and then he sits with you, talking and not talking and enjoying the quiet comfort if it all. and then he makes up some excuse so you don't have to keep working yet. he was well aware what it was like trying to work through the pain, waiting for the medication to kick in, and he wouldn't exactly recommend it. besides, as a rule, you were more likely to make mistakes if you were thinking through a layer of pain, and that was just plain bad planning. it made much more sense to just take a break and continue when you felt better. in fact, he was in dire need of a caramel latte and a pastry right now, do you want anything?
and after that it just... sort of falls into place. you're more relaxed around him. and the others, too, but he's the only one that really gets it. doesnât make a whole thing out of it when you need to sit down for a moment or take a break while your pain killers kick in. he's just there.
he knows what it's like, and that feels like an invisble curtain lifted from between you and him, and it's just easy. you don't have to pretend you're doing better than you actually are and he doesnât hide it when he's in pain, either.
most people don't see it, but there's a mutual understanding there; yeah, sometimes life sucks and sometimes you're in pain and no it's not fair that sometimes your body is falling apart and life just keeps going. you can't do all the things you want to do but you still have to show up for the other life-stuff and if you took a day off every time you felt bad you would never get anything done and it just never stops.
but sometimes there's someone who'll sit through it with you without judgement. offer a warm drink and a snack and some understanding.
#scribbles#yes i did write this while waiting for my pain killers to kick in what about it#it works. you know i'm right#viktor arcane x reader#viktor x reader#viktor arcane
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Never Wanted Love Just A Fancy Car - N.R
Summary: Time seemed to pass by so quickly, everything seemed to be moving past between Natasha's fingers, but would she let the only thing that seemed to be giving her everything go? It is not what she wanted anyways... right?
Author's Note: Hii! Omg, finally! I hope this is enough to fill the weeks I haven't updated, I kind of got lost and everything's piling up. But, now, I finally have a good vision on how I want this to go! This is 3k+ words.
Warnings: Starting of Mean!Natasha (ughhh, here we go), bruises, mentions of abuse, sad Y/n (give my girl back her dog and lucy!)
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3rd Person's POV:
A week has already passed by, a routine was set between Y/n and Natasha. Inside that week, Maria, Clint and the other noticed how Natasha stayed in the penthouse, which was very unusual, given that she mostly lives in the manor. They chose not to mention it around the red head, thinking that they might just be thinking too much about it.
Y/n already knows the whole penthouse by heart, keeping everything as tidy as possible even though Natasha had kept saying that she has people to do those things. Making different delicious meals for the both of them, even making extra more for Clint, Maria, Bucky and Steve whom she met on the 3rd day of being there.
Y/n's kindness and attentiveness did not go unnoticed by the people that would come and go inside the penthouse, her actions warms the head of the people around her and makes their stomach churn in a very good way.
Natasha's eyes never left the petite figure of her 'significant other' wherever she goes and whatever she does. The fluttering of her heart makes her want to throw up as the compliments from her friends about Y/n makes her eyes roll. Though, she can't deny that her friends seemed to enjoy going to the penthouse ever since Y/n came.
Late night games and movies became a thing for the past week and a half, 'addicting meals'âas to how Bucky proclaimed it to be, are always served, all while Natasha kept to herself, specifically on times when she and Y/n are not alone.
She felt a magnetic-like energy, rather work at home than to do the work she normally would choose to do. Her tongue burning to get a taste of whatever's being cooked in the kitchen. The little moments and conversation that was spent between the younger girl became something she cherished and most awaited every single day, even though she will never admit itâeven to herself.
Now, at the very moment, Y/n was cooking in the kitchen while Natasha seemed to be having a very serious call on the balcony with someone. Y/n's eyes kept checking her over, eyes raking on the expressions she wear across the kitchen, to the living room and to the balcony. She wanted so badly to ask what was wrong, her inside a raging bull that kept pushing her to be there for her...wife.
Before she could even go deep inside her thoughts, the sound of the sliding door filled the air and she quickly looked down to what she was cooking. she was cooking, heavy footsteps was what it was followed, then those deep heavy sighs she's starting to get familiar with. She's stressed. Natasha is stressed.
"Are you-" She started, not even getting the chance to talk before Natasha's dominant voice went straight to her ears.
"I'm going out. Don't wait up for me. I just need to deal with something." Natasha's footsteps did not falter, not even a bit as she passed through the kitchen, leaving Y/n alone and confused, her heart and mind fighting wether should she check on the redhead or not.
This is the first time she witnessed the redhead so stressedâthe first time witnessed Natasha going out to do something without even knowing what it is. Usually, there would be a follow up reason, a short explanation from Natasha without even asking. Now, she just acted so...weird. There wasn't much evidence that Y/n saw from how she just acted, but Y/n could feel it.
What happened?
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Back at the penthouse, silence enveloped the whole atmosphere as Y/n fixed the food inside the microwave, deciding to wait up for Natasha so that they could eat together. Surely, she won't be home late, right? She always gets home by dinner.
Deciding to spend her time waiting by the living room, turning on the TV to watch something. Her hand subconsciously going up to play with her ring finger, wondering when will the ceremony of their wedding will be. Her mind fantasizing how beautiful the even might be, her younger self's dreams might finally happen in just a few days.
Her mind flooded with questions. Will my parents be there? Will Lucy gonna be there? Tamtam? Her heart fluttering in excitement at the thought of the two latter. She don't know how the wedding will go, all she knows is that this is all about something between Natasha's parents and her's. But, it's a wedding, a special event, a matrimony, it has to mean something more than just a business plan, right? Right.
Even though she still has mixed feelings about her unknown relationship with Natasha, she kept learning on how to love her, that what a wife does, right? That's what they should do.
Clad in her usual clothing, leggings and a domesticated sweater with her hair up in a ponytail and strands of hair falling to the sides of her face. Her attention was swarmed by the announcement spoken by the reporter on the television.
"Stark's industry has once again published a new electronic device, setting a standardized testing all over the countries, even in Asia. But, nevertheless, we can see how Romanoff corporation is still on top of the business. Electronics, weaponry, and services for the people and the government...." A small smile made its way on her face, her heart beats with pride. She was proud. She took a mental note to congratulate the red head later, maybe that's where Natasha was going. To discuss about this, this should be something to be celebrated.
Her gaze averted down to her arm, where the sleeves of her sweater was slightly ridden up. There was a vivid bruising, already healing. Caressing it, her eyes fell into a solemn look, thinking of home. Tammy, Lucy. She just hopes they're doing good. Her parents would call her, asking how she is, spending only a minute to talk to her before the conversation is averted about Natasha.
Pulling up the sweater to check on her other bruises, she saw how the others are still visible in the eyes close-up. She hopes it will be gone soon, people might think weird of her once they notice how she only wears a sweater and cover-ups.
Too lost in her thoughts, she did not notice the ninja-like footsteps getting near her. "Y/n?..." She jumped up at the sound, looking up to see Maria with a certain look on her face, her eyes glazing over the arm that was set in front of her. "Are you okay? What happened?" Looking down, Y/n realized that the sleeves was still ridden up.
Quickly pulling it down, she stood up. "Maria! I didn't- I didn't hear you... Why are you here?" Y/n mentally slalpped herself, sounding so nervous and maybe even mean. Fiddling the hem of her sleeves, she continued, "Have you eaten already? I cooked something... I-I'm just waiting for Natalia to come home, she left earlier, by the way-just incase you're looking for her..." She trailed off, not knowing what to say anymore.
Maria's gaze stayed for a while on Y/n's covered arms that was visible a while ago. She saw it. Bruises littered on her body is what her life is all about in this business, and she can't be mistaken if she saw one. She saw the stiff shoulder of Y/n and what seemed like a tensed body, clearly having a good read that it is not something she would be open into talking about. But to Natasha, she will for sure ask about it. There's no way Natasha's hurting her?
"Yeah- no, I mean, I was just gonna pass by to bring these papers to Natasha..." Briefly holding up a briefcase in hand, Maria's gaze averted to look back into Y/n's face. "She's been spending work times here, I told her I'd just give this to her and she agreedâwhere is she, by the way? Did she say anything about where she was going?" Maria asked as she put the suitcase on the coffee table and sat on the couch.
Y/n stayed standing up, "Uhm... no, she left in a hurry... and she also seemed stress." Silence enveloped the atmosphere around them, Maria seemed to be in a very deep thought as her gaze glued on the television while Y/n shifted on where she was standing.
"Would youâ would you like to eat, Ria?" Maria look back at the young girl, smiling at the sound of the new nickname she earned.
"What do you have there?" Standing up, they both walked towards the kitchen.
"I cooked salmon! I also did some vegetables salads, if you would like I can make you some juices." Setting up a plate, Maria frowned.
"Aren't you gonna eat too? Did you eat already?" Sitting down, she muttered a small thank you when a glass of water was set in front of her.
"No, don't worry about me. I'll wait for Natalia..." Maria's eyes squinted a little as she looked at Y/n who was taking out the food from the oven.
"Why do you keep calling her Natalia?" Maria blurted out and Y/n frowned, her movements faltering as she turned to look at Maria.
"Isn't that her name?" She questioned.
With a chuckle, Maria took a sip on her water as the food was set in front of her. "No, yeah, it is, it is. She hates that name, do you know that? We all call her Natasha." Maria explained, amusement sparking in her voice.
With a deeper frown, Y/n sat down beside her, after setting all the food that is available in front of the raven haired woman. "She hates it? Really?" With a blown confused voice, she asked. "It's just... it was what I used to call her... before. From as far as I can remember."
"Yeah... but, doesn't seem like it when you're that one calling her that..." Maria took a bit of the delicious food, just as she was about to take a second bite, her movements faltered. "Wait... before?" Looking at Y/n who was looking ahead into a space, seemingly lost in her thoughts with a faint blush creeping up on her cheeks.
"Yeah... when we were kids. She used to come in our house with her parents, but I remember only very little." She explained, looking at Maria with a small smile on her face. "Why?" Seeing the distant look on Maria's face, she asked curiously.
A blip of silence came over, the gears running inside of Maria's head seemed to be heard by the girl beside her before she clears her throat slowly. "Urhm... no, nothing. Just curious, that's allâThis is so good, by the way. Might eat it all if only Natasha would not kill me." Giggling, Y/n shook her head.
"I can cook you another?" Warmth spreading in her chest, she thought how Natasha got so lucky.
"No, no, don't bother, this is all good." With a nod, Y/n settled beside Maria, conversation thrown at each other like a normal friends would do.
Y/n could only hope Natalia is fine and will come home sooner.
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3rd Person's POV:
Hours passed by and the both of them had settled by the living room, with Maria deciding to stay for a couple of more hours and Y/n now falling asleep on the couch.
Averting her gaze from the television to the young woman who had her head on her knuckles while the other hand cuddled a pillow on her lap. Maria looked down on her phone, all of her messages from Natasha popped up immediately with no reply in sight. Sighing she got up to get herself a glass of water, deciding to stay a few more minutes before heading off.
As she was pouring herself a glass of water, a sheets of colored papers along with some art materials caught her eyes. Flower papers. The same ones she saw on Natasha's glovebox. The same one she also saw on Natasha's room yesterday.
Huh. Smirking, she shook her head before the sound of the door caught her attention. It might be Natasha. Deciding to stay in the kitchen as those familiar quiet footsteps reached her ears. From where she was standing, she could still clearly see where Y/n was laying on the couch but she's not visible for anyone to see if the person walking inside will go straight in the living room.
She watched as the familar form of a red haired woman with a dominant aura walked slowly with careful steps that Maria is not familiar with approach the young woman. With furrowed eyebrows, curiosity filled her body as she watched Natasha stand still, her figure looming over the girl, just watching over her.
Slowly, a sly smirk made its way on her face as she decided to step little by little closer to the living room, coming into a view where she can see Natasha's face clearly.
There was a certain look in Natasha's face that she could not pinpoint. A certain look she'd never seen before. Now, with a frown, she thought how could Natasha not notice another presence with them? With her eyes soft and tensed at the same time, analyzing the small figure by the couch, she decided to get her attention.
"Natasha..." With an uncertainty in her voice, she called out.
Head whipping around, shoulder becoming tensed as her features falter, Natasha replied, "Maria..." Clearing her throat, she straighten up, turning on her heels and walked towards the kitchen, her eyes trailing towards the art materials present on the table. "What are you doing here?"
Watching as Natasha opened up the fridge but just stared. "I got you the files. Where did you went?" She asked.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you not to come anymore. I'll be going back at the mansion." Closing the fridge, she went to sit on one of the stools, now looking straight into Maria's eyes, not caring how she ignored the second question.
Frowning, she asked, "What? What about Y/n?"
Natasha shrugged, "What about her? I mean, she's doing fine here...I can just check on herâyou guys can check on her from time to time." Taking a sip on the beer she got from the fridge, she averted her gaze to look by the living room, her gaze immediately falling down on the young woman laying on the couch.
With a still frown, Maria couldn't help but notice how the atmosphere had shifted, now taking notice that there was something up with her friend. She know her too well not to notice it, but seeing how tensed Natasha was, she chose not to question. Questions that are already piling up after the things she had witnessed and learned today.
"Well, then, I should go now. The files are by the living room..." Turning, Maria gathered her things she left on the kitchen counter earlier.
"Thank you, Maria." Natasha said with a monotone, acknowledging the effort that was made by the woman.
With a nod, Maria walked towards the exit, but her movements faltering as she turned her head to look at Natasha who was still looking ahead. "She cooked for you..." Even with her face in a stone cold feature, Maria could see right through her. "She was waiting for you to come back."
Receiving no reply, Maria headed off, leaving Natasha in her own bubble that seemed to be going off in any moment.
As soon as the sound of the door closing in, she swallowed a heavy lump that formed in her throat, her facade falling into pieces as she took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she let it out.
As soon as she opened it, she saw a movement by the living room. Taking a large swig of the beer, she watched as the figure took notice of her presence. Those eyes that haunted her in her sleep, the same ones she craved as soon as she wakes up. Natasha made no effort in resolving her facade, watching as the young woman marched forward in the kitchen, strands of hair falling into place as she took careful steps just like what she always do, as if worrying that she might trip.
Natasha learned all her habits, the way she would tuck her hair behind her ear, how she would fiddle the ends of her sleeve as she tried to cover up her hands as if she was not covered enough with those sweaters and cardigans along with leggings and pants that seemed to be countless. The way her eyes would move everywhere when she's nervous and couldn't seemed to hold an eye contact. Many more she could not even begin to explain, and many more she could not stop thinking about.
She was held captive, and she knows it. Especially, after tonight. It was a hard pill to swallow, finally realizing that she was capable of doing something she grew up thinking she was not able to do so.
"You're home." Home. Natasha's gaze felt like she was burning holes into Y/n's eyes. "Do you wanna eat? Wait, let me just reheat it. Maria was here earlier, she got your files by the living roomâoh, I also made a dessert for us, thankfully Maria did not see it inside the fridge, she would eat it all for sure." A giggle passed her soft lips, even though she was not in Natasha's view, the red head could see the smile she wanted so badly to keep from the world and own it to herself.
So that she could only see it.
So that she could only smile for her.
She was not supposed to feel like this, and that was what makes it more a bitter thing to taste.
"She's just simply the paper in between their business, Natasha. After the marriage, you and I both know she's nothing to father..."
Her facade hardened at the voice of her sister from earlier, receiving the truthful message that made everything clear for her.
She was not supposed to feel like this because that smile was never meant to be hers.
She has a mission to do, a mission for herself.
"...and you and I both know she means nothing to you..."
Standing up, everything seemed to be closing in around her. Gulping down the beer while her eyes strayed away from the one's who's trying to catch it with a confused and worrying gaze.
"I'm not hungry. You should also clean that mess up... can't have my house piling up with childish things." Pointing briefly on the art material she knew clearly well was meant to be given to her.
She was met with silence, and it was almost deafening. Walking away, her insides screamed to her the giggle earlier, craving to hear her voice filling up the air as she bid her goodnight.
Once again, a lump started to form in her throat, but this time, she can't find the strength to swallow.
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Author's note: Hope you liked it! I tried my best, really ಠâ ︾â ಠI'll do better on the next one! More angst piling up in the corner, I know this seemed to be in a rush but I promise to give more on the next ones! Many peeps keeps on messaging me and piling up my asks so I just did what I can do at the moment ಠâ  â ೧â  â ಠthank you for reading, until next time!
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⤡ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: I've added Victor into this, but I want to have a conversation about if he can be a romantic partner - or he will always be platonic?
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You're still in Fromville, not having escaped yet but making the best of it.
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ăťDomesticity to Boyd is so much different in this town compared to the 'real' world.
ăťFor example, he would be awake before you, no matter the day just so he could surprise you with your favourite drink and a pastry each morning.
ăťThe chores would be split 50/50, with Boyd usually picking up any slack (he doesn't mind at all)
ăťHe loves doing the laundry, folding your clothes with so much care.
ăťBut here... his actions to show his love are limited and it kinda pisses him off
ăťBut you constantly remind him of all the good he's done here and how he keeps everyone together.
ăťYou celebrate every win, even the small ones.
ăťBoyd is big on DIY, and loves fixing up things for you. Anything you ask - you want a different type of curtain, or you want part of the window patched up - he does NOT let you do it. That is HIS job.
ăťMassaging his shoulders at night, feeling how taught he is. This town is so hard on him. It constantly makes you wonder, why him?
ăťYou do have one rule though: last one in bed has to make it!
ăťBoyd seems like the type of person to keep everything about himself to himself. But that isn't true. He likes telling you things, he enjoys opening up to you.
ăťOne really important factor in your relationship is the challenges of town and its mysteries.
ăťMany people in town were basically betting how long you two would together.
ăťBut what they didn't know, was that the horrors STRENGTHENED your bond. It made you both rely on each other so deeply.
ăťHaving a partner means so much to him.
ăťBoyd loves you so much. He would never burden you with what he knows, but he loves when you have random conversations.
ăťIt makes things feel just a bit more normal. It gives him hope.
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ăťMornings and nights are especially special to you both
ăťSlow, careful, mindful, warm and cosy.
ăťTouching each other in some way - hugging each other from behind, pinkies entwined, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, rubbing noses together - if anyone else saw you too they would gag (ITS CALLED LOVE)
ăťKenny LOVES tucking you in at night.
"You comfy now?" As he wedges the blanket under the side of your body.
"Yes Kenny! Now get in bed you loser!" You answer laughing.
"Okay, okay, I'm just looking after the most important person in my life thank you very much."
ăťYou love listening to him; to his stories about his childhood up until he came to town.
ăťOne of Kenny's favourite things is when you read to him. Even if you don't have a book in front of you, he just wants you to recount as much as you can from books you have read.
ăťMight be kind of painful, but you two like talking about how life would be like together outside of this hell.
ăťOwning two cats, two dogs, maybe some fish.
ăťWhenever you hear the creatures screeching, you automatically cling to Kenny, you can't help it. You HATE the noises.
ăťBut you always feel safe around Kenny. Always.
"I've got you. I swear to god I'll never let anything happen to you."
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ăťEvery morning he gives you a kiss on the head and 'tip toes' out of the room, trying not to disturb you.
ăťYou usually yell at him to get back in bed
"My looooooove, I have important business to attend to!"
���The bed is pressed up against the wall, and Jade says if someone/something were to enter the room, he would be the first thing they see
ăťFrom then he starts his daily ritual of figuring out how to get the hell home
ăťJade teaches you A LOT of stuff. And you're always surprised by how well he does at teaching. He's patient (only with you but you don't know that), and takes his time to teach in ways you'll understand (once again, only for you...)
ăťHe is like a walking computer at times. Really good with dates and great with measurements.
ăťBut one thing he is terrible about is the fact that he's a repeat offender blanket stealer. Absolute criminal.
ăťNo matter how much you tug and pull, or wrap yourself in it, Jade somehow unravels you in his sleep and takes the blanket.
ăťWhen you both wake up, you've practically snuggled underneath him...
"Babe, what are you doing?"
"You stole the blanket again and I got cold," you reply muffled beneath him. He's very warm.
"Oh god, sorry! We ah, we should probably get more blankets then... god why didn't you wake me?"
"Wake you? Ever since we got our own place, you've slept like you've never done so in your life!"
ăťIt was quiet before he replied, and then he wrapped his arms around you.
"That's because I haven't sleep properly before I met you."
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ăťYour relationship with Randall is one that surprises you. Constantly.
ăťPeople don't see him the way you do. At times they start to though.
ăťBut only you get to see his true soft side. The side that moves the hair from your face, kisses your forehead, nudges his nose against your own.
ăťYou are the ONLY person to make him laugh.
ăťHe knows so much about you - the way you like your clothes folded or hung up. He knows which books are your favourite, which song you could listen to on replay.
ăťMusic is a big thing to Randall, and the fact that he can't just randomly play something on his phone gets him really down.
ăťSo one night you guys make a list of every song you like, when you heard it and what it made you feel
ăťMaking each other guess who you were before arriving in hell.
"Hmm... you were ... a ... farmhand on a ranch..."
"What the fuck Y/N."
"What? Were you?"
"Oh yeah sure, you hit the nail straight on the head sweetcheeks," and then he rolled his eyes.
ăťYou laugh, loving when he gets 'annoyed' (you know he can never really be annoyed with you right?)
ăťYou know each other's favourite tv shows, colours, smells, literature and so on. You whisper to each other through the night, trying to take your mind off of the screeching coming from outside.
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ăťAlways the last to get up, sometimes he wakes before you but he'll still lay in bed, watching you sleep. Sometimes blowing air on your face when it's been a few hours and he gets bored
ăťLeaving sweet notes in unexpected places, they range from:
'hey baby, went down to do some work in the greenhouse, love you xx' to 'yo sexy honey see you tonight ;)'
ăťAnd you keep every single one of them. You have a sort of time capsule thing underneath the bed in one of your bags. Just small photos, letters written to each other, etc.
ăťSide note - Ellis is a cheeky man who loves to rile you up. Push your buttons. Make you red in the face.
ăťBut he knows when enough is enough; he's extremely intune with your moods and doesn't have to ask when the days get too much.
ăťLOVES MAKING UP RANDOM SONGS ABOUT YOU, they are terrible but they make you laugh
ăťCONSTANTLY setting up spontaneous things for you guys to do. Seeing a smile on your face is the best thing he has ever seen.
ăťLiterally puppy love.
ăťYou guys seem to be able to talk to each other mind to mind. Glances from across the room are easily read by one another.
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PSA: As I said above, I'm not sure if Victor can be a romantic partner - I would love everyone's thoughts on it and maybe we can come to some kind of agreement??? Anyway, read this how you like âĄâžââ˝âĄ
ăťHome...this town is the only home that Victor had ever truly known.
ăťHow could you show him that the way he'd been living was not normal? That he should be able to feel safe, he should have gone to school - maybe even his drawing could have evolved into something astonishing
ăťSo, in little ways you introduce this life to him
ăťHe can't remember his birthday (so you help him choose one) and the two of you, along with Ethan, Tabitha and Julie celebrate
ăť...home decor projects are mostly just Victor's drawings. The really scary ones, you ask to be put away and he obliges <3
ăťVictor is used to living with other being, but not sleeping in the same room as another person.
ăťYou would also need to get used to his blatant honesty. It isn't like he's trying to hurt you but he can just be brutally honest.
ăťPicnics in your room where you scavenge whatever food you can and talk about the funniest things you've seen people do
"I saw Jim ... trip over today," Victor says in a hushed voice, a cookie halfway to his mouth.
You burst out laughing, even snorting as you imagine the uppity Jim Matthews take a tumble.
"God, I wish I saw that."
ăťAt first Victor didn't want another friend. He didn't want to get close to someone, he knew something would happen to you. You'd be taken away from him.
ăťBut you swore to him that you would always be there for him.
ăťIn town, and when everyone leaves. You've told him that you can be his home, his family.
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Music keeps me alive. M.S. Chapter II
summery: y/n's father passed away, and she moved to Boston to finish school. She always keeps her headphones on, only she knows the reason why. What happens when she meets Matt?
Chapter I
As she arrived home, her mind couldn't stop thinking about how lucky she was to have met such kind people as Nick and Anna. She had only spoken to them for a short time, yes, but the fact that they had taken the initiative to approach her when she was alone and had continued the conversation until there was no more time was an act that would undoubtedly remain etched in her memory.
Her mother wasn't home yet, as her new job started at the same time y/n got out of school. Because of that, y/n walked to the kitchen, grabbed a piece of fruit, and returned to the living room. Without hesitation, she grabbed the TV remote, searched for Spotify, and played her favorite playlist. It was moments like these that she loved to enjoy some jazz while doing homework, reading a book, or simply enjoying some alone time to think.
The windows were shut, all the lights in the house were off, the only light visible was that coming from the fireplace in front of the armchair. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, the vibrations of the music filling her ears. Everything was perfect... well, almost everything. Y/n had always loved being alone, since she never had anyone to show her the beauty of the moment, or anyone to share it with. Why has this changed now? Should it change? It wasn't necessary, she'd always enjoyed being like this. Y/n thought as the hours ticked by.
After a long time of pondering, Y/n realized it was quite late, so she decided to skip dinner and go straight to sleep. She went to her bed, after putting on her pajamas, and closed her eyes to drift off into a long, deep sleep.
The next morning, Y/n got up as usual, got dressed, ate breakfast, packed her backpack, and got ready for school. "You look very happy, honey. It's so nice that you're enjoying going back to school," her mother said. " Thanks, Mom, Nick and Anna seem like really good people and I'm so glad I met them," Y/n smiled. Her mother returned the smile and hugged her tightly. They said goodbye and Y/n started her journey to school.
On the way, thinking to herself and listening to music, she realized her mother was right. She felt happier herself the day she came back from her first day of school. But this had just started, and it was too early to say that she already liked going as much as when she was little, but you never know.
While swapping a few things in her locker and backpack, Y/n felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned around and quickly noticed Nick and Anna standing beside her, and a little further back were Matt and Chris. Y/n took out her headphones and let them hang around her neck. "Good morning, ready for your second day?" Nick asked with his usual kind and welcoming smile. Y/n simply nodded, closed her locker, and started a conversation with the four kids beside her, about some rather irrelevant topic.
Whenever Y/n spoke, she felt everyone's eyes on her, but Matt's were the most noticeable. He looked at her as if he were really listening, paying attention to every detail, every movement. And she also noticed that her cheeks were getting redder and redder, but luckily it seemed like no one had noticed, least of all Matt.
The five of them entered the classroom and sat in their respective seats, except Y/n who switched places with another boy to be closer to her new friends. The class went by normally for everyone, except Matt. Just like yesterday, he was distracted by the figure with straight hair and headphones in front of him, because the seat she had found was right in front of him. Luckily, no one noticed, or so he thought. "Matt, you're going to look obsessed with Y/n if you keep staring at her like that," Chris whispered in his ear. Matt just looked at him with a serious look, as if telling him to shut up. Chris chuckled lightly and went back to paying attention to the class.
âAnd you will have to form groups of five members to present the first big project of the year," Professor Thomas dictated. And suddenly, Y/n felt four heads turn to look at her, who was thinking about what she was going to do because she didn't know if they were really going to invite her. She was about to stand up to ask the professor if she could do it alone when she heard a deep but soft voice call her name. "Yes?" she asked. "Do you want to... maybe do the project with us?" Matt asked, clearly nervous, but she was too. It was the first time she had heard his voice, and damn, she was going to remember that voice, it was unmatched, its tone of kindness and gentleness, its softness and feelings, all in a simple voice.
She quickly accepted and sat back down at her desk, this time turning around to face her classmates. "If you want, you can come to our house today, my mom will be there and she can make us some snacks," Nick suggested. Anna and Y/n quickly agreed. Y/n's eyes quickly met Matt's and for a second she could swear she couldn't breathe. Her cheeks were burning, and the air was stuck in her throat. It was such an intimate moment, between the two of them, and public at the same time, since everyone could see. Her heart started beating faster, but all she did was smile. Matt quickly returned the smile, and they stayed that way for a few seconds that felt like years, studying each other, without caring about anyone else, just the two of them.
Their little moment was interrupted by Nick and Chris's shouts as they fought over who knew what Mom was going to cook when they arrived. "You don't even know if she's going to cook," Matt said, interrupting their fight. "Don't get involved, Matt," Chris said and went back to arguing with Nick, causing Matt and Y/n to laugh.
Later that day, Y/n sent a message to her mom saying she was going to hang out at Nick's house. It was the first time she was going to someone's house who wasn't family or a friend of her parents. And she was very nervous, it was a little noticeable. The five of them walked to the brothers' house and when they entered, they left their backpacks, Chris and Nick went straight to the kitchen to see what Mom had cooked, while Anna went to the bathroom, leaving Y/n and Matt alone for the first time. "Why are you nervous?" Matt asked, he didn't know Y/n, so he didn't know why she was nervous. "It's the first time I've been to a friend's house," Y/n confessed. As I said before, she never had friends, so this moment was very special to her. "Were your parents that strict?" Matt asked, trying not to sound too surprised, because he was, and Y/n was 17 years old and had never been to any friend's house before, which seemed strange to him. "No, they always let me go wherever I wanted, I just... never had... friends." Y/n said, so low it was almost like a whisper. She had never said it out loud, that's why she was 'ashamed'. Being 17 and having 0 friends was something she felt very ashamed of, not because she thought she was a bad person, she just wasn't very outgoing, or it was really because the place where she grew up didn't let her make friends because of how toxic it was. "I- Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't know," Matt started to say nervously, his words overlapped and his ideas crossed. "Don't worry, I'm so grateful to have met you." Y/n smiled at him and the knot of ideas in Matt's head was undone just by seeing her smile. He returned it and once again they stayed like that for a few seconds, the outside world didn't matter anymore than the two of them. Matt looked at Y/n's lips and then back at her eyes, he wanted to kiss her, and it showed, but he couldn't, they had just met. Y/n noticed and did the same, this time she looked at his lips a little longer than he did. The tension in the air could be felt, and they both felt this push towards each other. "Matt, Y/n!! Come to the living room!!" They both heard Chris shout.
Once there, they started taking out their folders and Nick brought his computer. "Okay, so we have to do a presentation on some monument and recreate it," Nick said. "Uh, I have an idea, what if we do the Statue of Liberty?" Chris suggested, "But so many people are going to do it for sure," Anna said. "Yeah, Anna's right, what about Christ the Redeemer in Brazil?" Nick said, "I don't know, I think we should do something with more history behind it, what do you think?" Matt asked. Everyone nodded and thought. "What if we do the monument at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park? I think the story is very interesting, I was reading a book about a survivor and it's very moving..." Y/n said but stopped when she saw that everyone was looking at her with a smile on their faces. "Um, is everything okay?" she asked nervously. "If you want, we can do something else..." She couldn't stop talking from nervousness, plus no one was saying anything and everyone looking at her made her even more nervous. "It's a great idea!" Nick said happily. And so, they all started thinking about how they were going to do it, what they were going to say, among other things.
After a long time working, they decided to relax a bit and play board games, as well as chat and chat for hours. They laughed a lot and shared a lot of stories, everyone listening to the other when they spoke. Y/n felt very happy, too much, and comfortable, being there, despite not knowing anyone well enough, she felt like she had known them for years.
At one point, Y/n looked at her watch to realize that it had gotten quite late, and walking alone in a new neighborhood at night... let's just say it wasn't a good idea. Matt noticed her worried face and asked, "Everything okay?" Y/n's gaze traveled from the clock to Matt's eyes, "Yes, it's just a bit late and I don't know if I can walk alone at this time..." "I can take you" Matt said, this took her by surprise, 'being alone with Matt always became... weird' she thought. But she also wanted to spend more time alone with him because she found him an interesting person. "No, it's okay, really" "Guys, I'm going to take Y/n home and I'll be right back" Matt announced. Y/n said goodbye to everyone and headed to the door where Matt was waiting for her. They went outside and got into the car, Matt opened the door for her and quickly ran to his. "Thank you, really, you didn't have to" Y/n said, a little embarrassed. "Don't worry, it's nothing to me. Besides, I want to have some alone time with you to get to know you better," Matt said, looking into Y/n's eyes and they stayed looking at each other again. "Uh, I think we should go" Matt said, interrupting the comfortable silence that invaded the car.
Y/n turned on the radio, as she hadn't listened to so much music all day and already felt like something was missing. "And now we'll be playing 'There's a light that never goes out' by The Smiths" the radio voice announced. "Uh, that's a good song" Y/n said and started turning up the volume. "Do you like The Smiths?" Matt asked, looking at her. "I love them" Y/n replied. The song started and they both began to sing along to it. "And if a double-decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die" They both laughed and sang along with the song.
When they arrived, Matt got out again to open the door for Y/n, who thanked him and hugged him without warning, which took Matt by surprise, but he quickly wrapped his long arms around her waist and squeezed her gently. "Thank you for bringing me back." Y/n thanked him, pulling away a little to say goodbye and go into her house. Matt just smiled and watched her go into her house. His heart was beating very fast and happiness overflowed from his face.
V: Uhh I can feel the tension building đ
Masterlist:))
#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo#the sturniolos#chris x reader#christopher owen sturniolo#nick sturniolo#matthew bernard sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#matt x reader#i love chris#i love this man#chris x y/n#christopher x reader#chris sturniolo imagine
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just remembered a wip i had which was jay at uni meeting normal people and desperately trying to act cool and normal whilst internally screaming about being in a whole new place with all new people and not having his gang with him
#i only wrote one scene where jay meets one of his flatmates#and heâs trying to make casual normal conversation & asks her who her parents are#bc that has always mattered! on the isle or at auradon prep your parentage was also a Conversation Starter#and the girl is just like âŚâŚwhat. why do you want to know that#but she tells him and jay makes it into a joke like hehe oh yes i met them at a soirĂŠe once. amazing company#and the girl is like ok who are YOUR parents. knowing full well who he is#and jay says that his dad fosters puppies. and the girl says that sounds like a good life and heâs like ohhh just the BEST#i really. love exploring jay at uni iâve written a couple of things iâve never finished#like!!! for the first time for years heâs well and truly all alone!!!!#and at least the isle & ap had similarities. uni is just full of very normal people who donât particularly give a shit#and jay who is like THE guy who cares about everything so much all the time and how people are reacting to him and heâs desperately trying+#to be so cool and unbothered whilst trying not to revert to his isle tactics regarding people who may be threats#just. being somewhere so so new. with no one he knows. everyone else is so far away. and jay is missing his gang like heâd miss+#his body parts. and itâs like. jays always buried his own emotions & hurt so he can better protect his gang#and now he has no gang to protect#and he is just laid absolutely bare. and also constantly stressing about not being there for the others#i just think heâd have an absolutely awful start to uni <3#descendants#jay son of jafar
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btw toddâs reluctance to join the dps because he doesnât want to read (which is then accommodated for) and is scared to put himself out there (which is also worked through) being read as todd not wanting to go AT ALL, and thus neil making the proper accommodations (âtodd anderson, who prefers not to read, will keep the minutes of the meetingsâ) and encouraging him to step out of the box that stifles him being seen as âforcefulâ or like he canât take no for an answer makes me insane with rage
#and him trying to stop neil from asking if todd not reading at the meetings is okay isnât him wanting not to go#its him not wanting neil to ask because (as someone with social anxiety) itâs EMBARRASSING ASF for someone to ask for things on your behalf#literally just think about it as the meme of âwhen i tell my friend im hungry and he tells his mom that *i* want food instead of both of usâ#and the whole âneil not knowing how to take no for an answerâ thingâŚâŚ dont get me fucking started#the kid whoâs had to take no for an answer his whole life? the kid whose first proper scene IS him taking no for an answer? are you serious?#being encouraging and accommodating and (admittedly) a little pushy when heâs got his mind set on somethingâ#âis NAWT the same as not being able to take no for an answer or bulldozing through conversations with people#he and todd DO listen to each other in those conversations theyre just on opposing sidesâ#âbecause their understandings of the world donât fully align at that point in time/the movie#which is totally fucking normal?????? because later on they DO properly align?????????#i feel so crazy about this every time i see someone say todd didnât want to go the dead poets meetings because itâs so obvious he DID#he was just scared#and you know what maybe it IS a little forceful#but given how dedicated todd is to shutting off and hating and isolating himself he NEEDS a little forceful to be broken through to#if no one ever pushed me to do things when i was scared (as irritated as it can make me) iâd never do SHIT dude#and obviously todd is the same way because he ALL BUT OUTRIGHT SAYS AS MUCH#âi appreciate this concern but iâm not like youâ IS about neilâs voice and opinions mattering to people but itâs ALSO aboutâ#âhim being outgoing and trying new things and putting himself out there#WHICH TODD WANTS TO BE ABLE TO DO!!!!!!!!#the moral you take away from todds growth is NOT that he has to change to be accepted because he DOESNT#its that he has to gain the confidence and belief in himself to grow and become the version of himself he WANTS to be#he NEVER changes on a fundamental level to make others happy (although his growth does make others happy) he just opens up more#and i dont know WHY some people think his arc is becoming a completely different person#like yall PLEASE#this isnt even an anderperry thing this is an issue even if you read them completely platonic#i blame the FUCKASS novelizationâŚ. dps book you will always be hated by ME#dps#dead poets society#neil perry#todd anderson
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i like overthink everything now it makes me feel so dumb. i used 2 be able to just talk 2 ppl but nowadays every single thing im like Is that actually going to make them hate me. Yes probably. and then i just dont respond which makes ppl hate me. this is how it is
#ive been overthinking 1 light and casual mildly funny response to something but im worried itll come off as disrespectful and dismissive And#make me seem stupid and uncaring all at the same time. and also be seen as insulting. but like idt itd be insulting right like. im not#saying what it is so ig for all you guys know im like I mean if i say All your shit suck ball and i hateit kys. <- thats not the thing i was#going to say#like it doesnt matter now the window for response is closed now but i feel stupid bc i shouldve just said it it was light and casual. im so#bad at keeping convos gojng im convinced im not going to survive. In like a light and casual way like in a He will not make it through the#winter joke way. dw. im not going to do anything bc i had One failed interaction. if i was going to do anythjng itd be bc of the 8000000#other failed interactions. But im not. anyways. it just makes me feel so useless đ like i want to respond i want to talk to ppl so bad but#i feel like i mess things up Irreparably every time i speak OR i take too LONG overthinking my response and then i just cant respond bc its#been too long and then its been 3 years and the only messages ive ever sent r my intro message and 1 message 2 years ago that nobody#responded to at all. or the conversation stopped immediately after. and like i used to be better at this i was lkke. talkative in a couple#muts servers like. i talked 2 ppl daily in those servers and i had fun and like. I was an important part of the group and i felt like it#but i just feel like such an outsider for Everything and its literally my fault bc i cant just like. Talk. The explosion. bc im always like#im gonna try im gonna do it this time im gonna get it back im going to finally be Good connor and im going to fix it all and make a Good#solid friend group and ill find HEALTHY LOVE and i wont selfsabotage and ill move out and have a job and ill balance it well and ill start#all my hobbies and ill have a great routine and be so loveable and on top of it and not stressed and content and happy and roll with the#punches and then theres a single hiccup and im like Well fuckinf whatever im going to be an unemployed hermit forever and im going to die b4#im 25 anyways so Who cares and also im digging a little hole for myself. and its like. AUGHH ik i just have to persevere and overcome but#even saying that feels so stupid its not fucking hard its Talking to ppl. like. i literally if ive ever said a word to you i had to think#avt it and strategize how to respond right even for like. like. it makes it sound like its not genuine it is#like for example i want to say hey i love your art! but then i freak out and im like thats not normal thats like a rly generic comment they#hear that all the time theyll thjnk im being polite and my brains like hrmmm rewrite Your art changed my life. It shaped me. Ill never be#the same. Nad im like ok too far overcorrected go back and the sentence generator is like Your art has colors đŻ like. GOD. WHY IS IT SO#difficult. and then usually i either just dont say anythinf and feel awful abt it 4ever OR i send it on anon and then i spend like 15#minutes ibsessively slightly tweaking the apelling and capitalization and punctuation to make sure it doesnt seem like its me just in case#it Is the worst possible thing to say but then i see the response and itll be like AWWW TYSM :] THIS MEANS A LOT or whathaveyou and i feel#stupid bc i couldve just Told them this to their face and it wouldve been a good positive interaction we had. but instead i had 2 hide and#tyoe entirely differently so they couldnt sniff me from my typing style. and it soesnt even feel like the thanks is actually 4 me bc i#tweaked the message sm. and it still makes me happy that the oersons hapoy but its like. that couldve been a nice mutual interaction#like not that i need a personal ty i compliment ppl when i Want to compliment ppl and when its genuine yk. i dont do it so i get mutualpoint
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Someone remind me sometime to post my essay about the way people talk about Henry VIII
#iâm a disability studies major#and one of the most common topics of conversation in dis studs#is the relationship between disability and villains#and that people with disabilities are often made out to be villains#but villains are also made out to have disabilities#because disability is a manifestation of inner evil#shakespeare famously did this with r3#but itâs an idea that goes back pretty much to the bible#and this idea is so ingrained in our culture we do it withiut thinking#and people absolutely do this with h8#calling him a monsterâŚguess what?#thatâs a manifestation of this idea#harping on about his weight and using âfatâ as a perjorative?#thatâs also a manifestation of this#for people that donât like h8; itâs not enough for him to have just done bad things#he also has to be grotesque and deformed because that just proves how evil he really was#itâs funny the number of times people have talked about h8 in this way to me#and iâm likeâŚgirl if only you knew that iâm a disabled person whose academic career is literally dedicated to this very subject#and youâre just feeding me even more evidence that proves my point#but i digressâŚ#henry viii#also donât even get me started on the people who have gotten mad at me for saying h8 was disabled#because as well as people who villainize disability#there are also people that sanctify it#and think that all disabled people are perfect little angels who can do no wrong#(the overwhelming message you get from doing disability studies is that peopleâs attitudes on disability are just fucking WEIRD#and why canât anyone just be NORMAL)#disability#disability studies#i wonder how many people actually read the tagsâŚ
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you know if you guys voted for stretch armstrong i probably would have shut up a lot sooner tonight
#so really this is all your fault /lh /j#i love thinking about h2o tho so im happy#VERY FUCKING TIRED THO WISH I COULD SLEEP#i think my brain is kicking into overdrive after being filled with cotton the past 3 days which. hey im glad ur back bud#CAN YOU SHUT UP NOW I NEED REST#i was just thinking because im probably not posting that essay i will summarize here (i saw#that privating it made it lose like 4 recently edited paragraphs and i don't want to type all that out again my memory isn't good enough)#it just boiled down to the pods basically making a self fulfilling prophecy by orphaning their sons and making them increasingly#desperate for connections to other people like them which is why i think erik behaves the way he does esp when ondina is around#like i am not excusing his actions in the slightest dont get me wrong here he really fucked up BUT#his last conversation with ondina before he goes to the chamber kind of sold that idea to me#how he scoffs at her saying rita says it's dangerous because she's 'old school' and of COURSE old school mermaids think all mermen are evil#and then starts adding on how he wants to do this for HER and get her home back for her by controlling it#like a bit of an add-on at the end to try and convince her#i think what he really wants is to be hailed as a hero. you know. validation and acceptance from the ppl who originally abandoned him#the OGs who made him feel like an outsider. the ppl who ripped everything away from him just bc of the way he was born (which is prob why#when he's trying to convince zac to help him he keeps bringing up their ancestors bc that's what unifies them)#i don't think he's an evil dude per se i think he thought stealing the trident stone from rita's grotto would be small peanuts in the past#once he finally got the pod to come home bc he genuinely (mistakenly) believed he COULD control the power of the chamber#i also think that's why the camera keeps focusing on his face when he's watching the others panic over#zac's sacrifice and i think he is feeling jealousy bc they are paying attention to him and not Erik#like that's not the face of someone who deeply regrets what they just did. my guy is just sitting there like 'that should be me rn'#i think that is why he also sounds so desperate to make things right with ondina afterwards. iirc he's just like 'wait no we can start ove#RIGHT?' and she's like 'uhhhh... no??????' (valid). my dude is lonely as fuck and he finally found a group of ppl like him and he messed up#big time just trying to get their attention and affection bc he couldn't just be normal abt it he had to go big or go home#like i kind of feel bad for him in a way#but i feel bad for everyone#i felt bad for denman the other day! that's how bad this is getting!!#i mean come on imagine making the scientific discovery of a LIFETIME only for all that shit to happen in a row#especially after you get your comeback. they just go right back to fucking you over again
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will my mum ever understand that i donât like talking (as in itâs really physically difficult) sometimes, especially in the morning, and not get upset with me and make me feel guilty about it despite telling her countless times that this is why? đ
i just vented in the tags sorry bout that :S
#i wouldnât say non verbal but pretty close#itâs the same with everything#she just doesnât understand at all and itâs so draining :/#she constantly makes me feel bad for trying to set boundaries so i just give up#like no i genuinely canât do some things without help no matter how many times you explain it to me iâm sorry?#no i donât like that food because the texture makes me want to rip my hair out#i want to try different foods i just have bad anxiety about it and you making comments about it doesnât help#yes i do need to have headphones or earplugs in most of the time bc sometimes itâs unbearable not to#yes i want to spend time alone in my room bc a) itâs a normal thing to do and b) itâs the one place where i can just be myself n not mask#no iâm not ignoring you you actually just interrupted a conversation i was having with my friends#âi wish you would talk to me more about thingsâ I WONDER WHY I DONT#and i canât even say any of this to her because sheâd just cry and tell me what a bad mother she is#like⌠yea exactly#donât even get me started on queer stuff#yknow i came out two years ago as not straight#and she hasnât said a single thing about it since#not even vaguely supportive#i canât even remember if she told me she still loves me#she said âi donât know what to sayâ and left me sobbing by myself#i have to censor myself around them bc i still donât know how they feel about it#the worst part of it is that i convince myself she isnât that bad so i just forgive her#and never do anything about it#even now iâm thinking â yea but she genuinely isnât that badiâ đ¤Ą#i want to leave so bad or at least not be in the same house#but iâm not financially independent yet#and i genuinely donât know if i could cope living on my own#:âD#just gotta deal with it for now#thank god for this safe space đ love u guys#about the only thing keeping me (partially) sane atm
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Having a real autism moment over the idea of doing fieldwork
#my brain just produced the thought 'they should have a class that teaches you how to talk to people before you go to the field'#sir i don't think anyone else needs that class. i don't think the people are clamoring for bulletpoints and flowcharts of social interactio#i'm just. i don't. i don't know how to do it#i can make friends fine when we've been in a protracted situation of working together but when i have to go out and meet people???#a thing you guys have to understand about me is that i WILL just stand and stare at people like the autism creature for 10 min straight#and then walk out of the room without saying anything more#or like i will start a conversation and then i will just Not Know What To Say#and like yeah it's social anxiety maybe but it's honestly more that i can't figure out how to have normal conversations#anyways. i am anxious i will say that#like i'm really excited too and i really want to meet cool people and work with them on developing the project#but also i am not sure how this is going to go. hmmm#maybe i should have just majored in cs and sold my soul. at least then i could be weird and off-putting in peace :')#(<- should not have done that. it is good to make attempts to be social and not put myself in a bubble)#perce rambles#this makes very little sense but you can ignore me i'm just having A Moment
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apparently sometimes I will just fall asleep for 2 hours, have a dream that consists entirely of having a lovely conversation with someone I really want to talk to more, then wake up, realise the conversation never happened, also remember how much I struggle with starting conversations sometimes, then just end up getting frustrated and upset about it
#personal#thoughts#đŹ post#vent post#dream posting#I'm trying to get myself to be better at approaching people I want to talk to#and I'm trying to internalise the whole ''if you want to do it but you're scared then do it scared'' thing#but I also am just better at starting a conversation if I have a specific thing I can send someone or ask about or whatever#trying to send completely normal stuff like ''hey! how's it going'' feels so painfully scripted we start panicking about it sounding weird#which I've just realised probably came from some specific experiences as a teenager... fuck đ#apparently sometimes you get to randomly make a fun little connection between struggling to start conversations now#and being bullied by family members for any part of your speech that sounded ''scripted''#despite being the ones that taught you to use those scripts to start conversations in the first place#''you should open conversations like this and ask these questions'' and then we'd do exactly that and get made fun of in front of everyone#I fucking hate this. oh yay we were bullied for saying things like ''how's it going?'' and ''how are you today?''#and ''what have you been up to lately?'' and pretty much any other basic conversation opener#and now we can't start a fucking conversation the normal way because we feel too stiff and awkward and like we'll be judged for it#because we'd ask how someone was doing and be laughed at in front of everyone for sounding ''scripted'' and ''fake''#awesome. now I need to process all of that bullshit too#I'm realising how much we got bullied for our speech patterns in general and oh my fucking god
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If you know me irl, please move along there is nothing to see here, this post does not exist.
#For real. shush. I don't want you to see this. This information is of no interest to you#go away there's nothing here. shush shush. be on your merry way#so hypothetically.#if you and your flatmate had gotten along better and better over the months they've lived in your flat#and spent more and more time together and had talked constantly and eventually spent almost every night watching a show together#and you caught feelings and confessed them to her and you spent all of one night and one morning in blissful happiness and then they said#that they couldn't do this for a variety of reasons all of which where perfectly fair#so after a few days of back and forth you decide to be just friends and things continue as normal#and then it's christmas and you don't see each other but it's fine I mean it's all gonna be normal again after (you cry every night)#and then you come back and they're kneedeep in depression so it's not back to normal but it's fine#and like you still spend time together etc and then you get very depressed and they help you and talk to you#and then they feel bad again and you start to be bad too but you were still talking#but suddenly like every time you talk they are just either mean or completely disinterested in anything you have to say#but for some reason they are perfectly able to have normal conversations with everyone else in the whole fucking world#and you try to talk to them about it but it doesn't change anything and honestly you've given up talking to them#because every time you talk to them it feels like they don't want you to be there having this conversation with you#and when you're alone you manage to convince yourself that it's just the social anxiety talking but then you go into the kitchen to eat#and they are there making food and you ask them what they're doing tonight and it's like your last straw#and their answers are like not even mean just super short and for two weeks you've just been hoping that maybe they'd just once#come back from uni and fucking ask you how your day was#and like you ate in the kitchen hoping maybe just maybe they'd start just fucking talk to you. just ask you anything.#and you almost cried like 3 times and then you went to your room to cry for real#and now you're considering disinviting them from your birthday party bc honestly being around them having a good time with#seemingly anyone but you is making you depressed as fuck and your anxiety go crazy#theoreticallly. if that were the case. what would you do?#(yes I know the adult thing would be to talk to them)#like they're probably just busy and stressed bc of exams but then why can they have a good time with every other person in the world#this has been the most important person in your life and the person to whom you talk to about absolutely everything for months now btw
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