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something something theater kid!art with ice queen!reader. it's not like art chose the nickname, it just kinda...stuck to you (though bitch was a close second). it was just with all your extracurriculars, your well-groomed appearance, and tendency not to hang out with the rest of the cast, it was hard for anyone to call you otherwise.
art couldn't just stand for such slander to your name, not when last week he saw the corner of your glossy lips curve ever so slightly when he questioned your director about the ethics of having emotionally immature young adults dump all their trauma into a scene for the sake of an 'authentic performance'.
so he decided on behalf of the show and yall's chemistry (and not because he wants to hang out with you and try to make you smile again, of course not) that it would be his duty to get a reaction out of you.
as of today, it's going pretty well.
"only you, y-you're the—fuck—only thing i'll see forever." the crisp words rang out in the silence of art's bedroom, only broken up by moans and the squelch of your arousal down art's fingers. "i-in my eyes, in my words and every...."
the movement underneath your skirt stilled once you, and you whined, hips gently grinding on the digits. "i wanna hear that pretty little voice of yours, or else i stop, yeah?" art's lips nipped behind your ear as he thumbed at your swollen clit, still edging you on the brink of release. "keep going, you were a little pitchy."
You’d started the night cocky.
Literally.
Because after months of hearing Clark’s quiet bragging about “holding back” and “taking it easy” with you, you’d decided tonight was the night you proved he wasn’t that much better than a human man.
Mistake number one.
“Four rounds,” you’d panted into his neck after the third, riding the adrenaline high of thinking you’d actually worn him down. “Bet you can’t go five.”
Mistake number two.
Now it’s hours later. Your skin is slick, your hair is a disaster, and your voice is hoarse from begging and swearing and—God—crying out his name so many times you’re pretty sure the neighbors think you’re filming a porn.
He’s not even sweating.
In fact, he’s grinning. Grinning. Like the smugest farm boy in the galaxy, holding you in place with one arm around your lower back while the other hand braces his weight over you.
“One more, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice all honey and sin. “You can take one more.”
“Clark—” Your voice cracks, half pleading half pleading him to continue. “You—” You cut yourself off to gasp when his hips roll. “You—smug—overpowered—alien—”
“Mhm,” he hums, utterly unbothered, like you’re not writhing beneath him. “And you love it.”
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who is irrevocably in love with you, even if not very good at voicing it most times. he yearned for you for such a long time that now that he has you, he can’t help but literally kiss the ground you walk on and see you as someone meant to be in his life.
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who loves mornings with you. wakes up quite early so doesn’t blame you for being groggy, gently guiding you to the kitchen to make breakfast. pulls you to sit on his lap while he has his coffee and reads the newspaper - you’re mostly dozing off on his shoulder or spacing out but he doesn’t seem to mind it, pressing small kisses to your forehead every other minute.
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who tries not to melt on the spot when you come to stand beside him while he’s talking to someone, sliding your hand across his waist until you have your arm around it. he’d never admit it but he almost always stumbles on his words when you do it. logan’s waist being a soft spot.
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who does domestic chores as if they’re nothing. you’ll find him folding your clothes on a random afternoon or carefully learning how to iron them because he’s really trying. is absolutely hubby material from day one!!
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who might not mention it, but notices and makes note about every complain or unfortunate thing you mention. your shower’s water is too cold? you can be sure it’ll be magically fixed the next day. run out of your favorite perfume? logan will hand it to you a few days later like it’s a penny.
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who is sooo horrible with using technology. barely even has a cellphone until you insist he needs a nice one so you can text him when you’re away and send him silly videos, and who is he to tell you no? might write in all caps for the first few weeks but he gets the hang of it <3 is definitely a very dry texter but doesn’t mean to be.
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who will use petnames like ‘woman’ or ‘trouble’ in the most affectionate possible, the words always coming paired with a very much whipped smile. almost in a way of hiding his fondness for you, as if that could even be possible. not to mention he absolutely blushes the first few times you use sweet petnames on him, has a personal but very secret favorite, ‘baby’ <3
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who gets out of bed in the morning for a quick second so he can brush his teeth and come back to wake you up with fresh minty kisses. but if you tell him you also have morning breath, he’s quick to brush it off and tell you he really doesn’t care.
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan whose gaze turns gentle everytime you walk into the room, immediately wiping the constant frown he has on his face off. talks to you with an unusually soft voice that no one else gets to hear
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who gets extra grumpy when sleepy (even though he sounds more whiny than anything else), curling up into you and forgetting about his inner fragile masculinity for a split second. will even pout when you make fun of his bedhead.
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who is a sucker for hugs from behind. if he finds you cooking in the evening right when he was looking for you, he’ll be on you like an ivy in a matter of seconds. hugs your midsection gently, resting his cheek against yours with a gentle squeeze before kissing it and asking you about your day - all of it without letting go of you :)
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who will willingly drive you around in his truck, even if you have your own car and know how to drive. feels better knowing you’re dropped off and picked up safe. keeps his hand on your thigh at almost all times, squeezing it from time to time and bringing your hand to his lips for a quick kiss there. and god, you have to hold yourself back from drooling when he reaches a hand behind your seat to see properly when reversing the truck, muscly arm almost ripping through his tight tee.
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who always makes sure you’re eating well, even if you never gave him reason to doubt that. always makes you lunch when he can and takes it absolutely personally when you mention you didn’t have time to have a proper meal the whole day. definitely learns how to make your favorite foods just because.
⋆˚࿔ bf!logan who starts being extra careful when on a mission, not just because he really has a reason to live now, but because by now he has realized how much he means to you and would never willingly put you through the pain of losing him. not to mention never seeing your face again seems like torture to him.
Dogs possess roughly 300 million olfactory receptors, an evolutionary advantage Spencer has always admired, especially considering their demonstrated ability to detect hormonal fluctuations in individuals they are emotionally bonded to. He used to consider that an elegant, if primal, feature of mammalian design.
But that admiration falters somewhat when he realizes he’s developed a similarly acute sensitivity to you. He’s attuned to every slight change in your tone from two rooms over, his brain practically twitching like some highly strung labradoodle hearing the rustle of a treat bag.
It’s instinctual, inconvenient, and frankly embarrassing. It’s probably something he’ll have to discuss extensively in future therapy sessions once this undercover nightmare is behind him.
In theory, you and Spencer should be alone. He cleared the house, thoroughly, obsessively, multiple times because Spencer doesn’t believe in half-measures, especially when your safety is involved. Every door locked, every window verified, every conceivable point of entry triple-checked and secured.
So, either you’ve taken to casually chatting with the toaster (a possibility he won’t dismiss outright, because honestly, stress affects people in weird ways), or someone else is inside.
Either way, it drags him toward the door with a frown and seventeen conflicting scenarios, each one less plausible but somehow more stressful than the last. Maybe he’s catastrophizing — actually, scratch the maybe, he’s definitely catastrophizing — but he’s never exactly excelled at moderation, has he?
Spencer makes two lightning-fast calculations the moment he clears the corner, neither of which bodes well for his blood pressure.
First there’s you, standing visibly tense, robe secured in haphazard knots and hasty angles, with a thin trail of wire at the base of your neck.
Second there’s him, some guy standing way too close, radiating the kind of arrogance you find in a man whose sense of entitlement is rooted deeply in unearned victories. His gaze strays in all the wrong places, never once bothering to meet your eyes.
Spencer has never considered himself a violent man. Really. But even the most carefully constructed moral compass can be snapped if enough pressure is applied.
He drifts up behind you, his body apparently well ahead of his common sense, one hand settling at the base of your neck.
It’s only when he’s pulling your collar to hide the wire that he realizes exactly how close he’s standing.
“Morning,” he murmurs, close enough that he can feel your startled breath against his jaw. “Didn’t realize we were hosting. I would’ve dressed nicer.”
The nameless man doesn’t shrink under Spencer’s stare. If anything, he looks amused, eyes scanning you both with an expression just shy of lewd.
“Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. Just thought I’d introduce myself, neighborly thing to do and all. Guess I should’ve waited. Looks like you two are… otherwise engaged.”
He feels you tense beside him, fingers tightening around your robe, clutching it as though you’re afraid the whole thing might spontaneously combust and leave you even more exposed.
Spencer sees your mouth open, already forming what will inevitably be a sweetly oblivious, utterly incriminating sentence, and he reacts accordingly, because clearly, maintaining your cover is solely his responsibility now.
“Newlyweds,” he announces casually, stepping just enough in front of you to block the stranger’s line of sight, because that’s definitely what a totally casual, completely non-possessive husband would do. “You know how it is.”
Connect the dots however you want, it’s probably far less interesting than what he’s imagining right now.
The man flashes an unconvincing smile, palms lifted slightly as if to say, I’m harmless, I swear.
“Right. Well,” he drawls, clearly amused by his own perceived cleverness, “I’ll leave you two to it.”
Spencer doesn’t move a muscle, tracking the neighbor step by painstaking step, counting silently until he passes the imaginary perimeter he’s already established in his mind as secure. Only when he’s sure the threat, real or imagined, is gone does he shut the door.
Immediately, he hears you make a strangled sound behind your palms, part laugh, part existential dread. He’d sympathize, really, but he’s currently too busy trying to process what just happened.
“You plan on staying hidden like that forever, or should I start making coffee?”
Your attempted glare is weak at best. “Coffee, please.”
He chuckles, already halfway to the kitchen. “Probably a good call, sounds like you could use the energy after our busy morning.”
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