#and if im going to draft it i might as well post it

[greenxgloss]

Hello hello!! Im enjoying the way you write so much😭💓

Can I request something where Yoongi is in the mafia and decides to marry his childhood best friend (their families act civil but are enemies) to save her from an arranged marriage.🥹

Against the Oath

Of course my love i got you! When i originally started the rough draft for this it ended up being like 8k words and I felt like a lot of it was filler so I've condensed it down to this BUTTT if you would like to read the 'authors cut' *wink wonk* I could post that as well. ANYWAY I hope this was up to your standards I'm finding a lot of these requests to be really intimidating lol but ig that's how you improve your writing right? thank you for your request :)) Summary: As the heir to your parents' position in the gang you were raised in, you were forced into an arranged marriage. However, when your forbidden best friend uncovered the dark secrets of your intended suitor, he stepped in to take his place. Word Count: 4.2k Themes: MafiaLeader!Yoongi x GangHeiress!Reader, Near arranged marriage, Angst, Fluff, Controlling parents, Best friends to lovers

“Yeah, she’s inviting him over tomorrow.” 

You were leaned back on your pillow, propped up against your head board, sighing and pinching your nose bridge as you caught your best friend up on how your mom has found a ‘suitor’ for you. An arranged marriage. 

“I- will help you figure this out, don’t worry. I'm sure it'll be fine. And if not, we can't run away to a deserted island.” Yoongi smiled, hoping he could ease your anxiety even just a little, and you did giggle momentarily, but the pressure and sense of impending doom was much stronger than your best mate's words of affirmation right now. 

You sighed dramatically. “I can't believe this is happening. Like- now?” you whined, kicking your legs about like a child and slumping down on your pillows. 

“Listen I gotta go, but you'll be okay. Just get through the dinner and call me with updates afterward.” Yoongi rushed his words. “Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow night, so stay up,” you teased, knowing Yoongi was usually tuckered out by 9:30 if he wasn't busy.

When the dinner came round, you found yourself super zoned out at the dinner table, the buzzing sound of muffled kitchen appliances echoing in your mind subconsciously while the sound of your parents talking to Lee Ho drowned out, almost mimicking closely to how the adults sound in Peanuts the movie. You might be Snoopy now.

Your father was on the topic of golf at this point while your mother had stepped out just a moment ago to go check on the food and then go to the restroom.

“I know you'll love to see my collection of putters,” your dad gushed, face red with nerves as he rushed out of the dining room, leaving you and Lee Ho alone.

Lee Ho was tall, charming, smelled good and apparently would be studying to become a surgeon after his military service in the coming year. You picked up on these bullet pointed details in moments that your mind came to focus. 

To you, he sounded boring. Having been raised around gang life, no matter how much your parents tried to keep you away from it in your developmental ages, you still grew comfortable with the instability. You don’t feel you could click or relate to stability, and Lee Ho seemed to be the picture of it.

“You’re not interested at all, are you?” Lee Ho broke the silence, his hands awkwardly folded over his lap like he wasn't sure where to put them. He must really be nervous. Thats when the guilt washed over you.

“Uh, no sorry,” spoken like a true heiress. “No I'm sorry. Women are supposed to agree on this- procedure along with the men being arranged.” he sighed, looking down at his lap and smoothing his slacks. You nodded. He seemed unsure of his vocabulary, like this conversation was a topic he’d never touched out loud before. 

“I- we could still get married,” he suggested bashfully, and your eyebrows rose against your will. “What?” you asked in nearly a gasp. He chuckled. “Well, your mom seems relentless about finding you a partner as soon as humanly possible. How do you know the next guy won't be someone who argues with their knuckles?” he pursed his lips, lettingout  a sharp noise similar to a balloon. The tension in how you breathed released itself once you welcomed thoughts that could cause you to panic.

“I dont mind if us being married is purely on paper.” Lee Ho chewed on the inside of his cheek as he searched your face for the slightest hint of what you were thinking. 

Although getting married this young and fast without an ounce of love was crazy to you, and you could never really understand it, your mother would never understand because she needed to put the gang first right now. It was one of those things that if you thought about it too muc,h it would make you react and act out of hurt.

You exhaled sharply and looked up at him. “Okay. it- doesnt sound so bad,” you spoke in a clearly reluctant tone, hopping and praying quietly in your mind that this wasn't an impulsive decision you’d made in a panic that was shutting your logic out. 

Lee Ho smiled softly and nodded slightly. Your parents walked back in just as your conversation ended. “Here are my beauties.” Your dad smiled, with his golf bag falling off his shoulder.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, and just before Lee Ho left you managed to get his number. 

“So? What do you think?” your mother asked, joining you in the common room after sending Lee Ho off. You just nodded, and that was enough for your mother to understand. “Really?!” she exclaimed, grabbing your hands and clasping them to her lips to kiss. “Yeah.” your tone flat. 

Your mother ran off to her study, squealing causing you to have your own giggle fit before getting up to grab snacks from the kitchen. 

Your kitchen staff had gone home for the night so you were free to have your pick of the pantry. As you scanned the wall of snacks, you brought out your phone and gave Yoongi a call, the time only being 9 pm.

“Salt and vinegar or caramel popcorn?” you asked when the ringing stopped, looking the two options over. “Caramel.” Yoongi's smile was audible and it was equally as contagious as the visual.

You picked the bag and walked up to your room while Yoongi asked his own question. “So how’d it go?” he asked, shifting in his bed being heard on his end. Worry bubbled up in your stomach when you realized the outcome of tonight was definitely not what Yoongi thought he’d hear.

Your stomach twisted. “Im- getting married,” you spoke, a new anxiety bubbling in your stomach. “They got to you, huh?” he chuckled. You sighed softly. “Yoongi,” you whined, sitting in your bed and opening the bag of popcorn.

“I guess the only way I can explain it is I was able to talk about what I wanted in the marriage, and not only did he listen, her suggested other freedoms. He suggest the marriage be strictly paper.” you rambled before stuffing your mouth with popcorn, anxiously anticipating his words.

“That sounds safe and healthy to you?” he asked. Yoongi didn't really have to say anything else, you were saying it out loud for yourself for the first time, and you heard exactly why he’d say such a thing. You sighed in defeat as if this was your only option and sure in your family it is the only way but in real life as an adult you have so many choices but you had no idea what would happen if you defied your mother.

“It's all I got.” You bit your lip then licked your fingers clean and placing the bag of popcorn on your nightstand. “I dont like that. You deserve way more than to settle.” he spoke softly almost whining, his emotions audible. “Its quite literally my only option.”

“Wanna sneak over?”

You giggled and stood off your bed.

Sneaking around with your forbidden bestfriend at your grown age was not ideal but you couldnt really complain considering your families were barely on amicable terms and, you know, forbidden.

Yoongi helped you into his window. Avoiding the goons keeping guard around the mansion was always very fun, it helped you exercise your stealth and agility. 

"Have your parents looked into this guy?" Yoongi asked, his voice laced with something unreadable—concern, maybe, or skepticism. He'd been quiet for most of the conversation, listening intently as you spoke about your so-called fiancé. But now, his sharp gaze was fixed on you, his fingers idly tapping against his thigh.

You blinked, considering his question. "Not that I know of," you admitted with a small shrug. "But I doubt that’s something they’d skip over."

Still, as the words left your mouth, a sliver of doubt crept into your mind. Your parents were powerful, calculating. They had connections that could dig up anyone’s past in an instant. But did that mean they actually had? Or were they so blinded by what this marriage could offer them that they hadn’t bothered?

Yoongi hummed, nodding slightly, but his expression remained unreadable.

The two of you were sprawled across his bed, your back against the headboard while he lay stretched out at your feet, leaning back on his elbows. It was comfortable—familiar. You'd spent countless nights like this, talking about anything and everything, but tonight, there was a weight to the conversation that neither of you could ignore.

He shifted slightly, tilting his head as he studied you. "Doesn't that bother you?"

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

He let out a soft sigh, sitting up a little. "That they didn’t tell you anything. That they just expect you to go along with it."

You swallowed, looking away. "It’s not like I have a choice."

Yoongi scoffed at that, running a hand through his dark hair. "There’s always a choice, Love." The nickname rolled off his tongue with something close to bitterness, but there was an edge of playfulness too, like he was trying to keep things light despite the heaviness of the situation.

You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face. "What am I supposed to do, Yoongi? Say no? I’ve already tried that."

He hesitated, as if weighing his words, then spoke again. “It’s strange to me—how easy it was.” His voice was steady, but you could hear the slight hitch in his breath at the end.

“I know,” you murmured, pausing as you struggled to find the right words. “I… I can’t explain it. Lee Ho just—he—” You shrugged, frustration lacing your sigh. “I don’t know how to put it into words.”

Yoongi nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. Then, after a beat, he asked, “Did you ever stop to think about what this means for us? What if we won’t be able to see each other anymore?”

His voice was cold—calculated, even—but you knew him too well. Beneath the carefully measured tone, there was something else. Hurt. Fear.

Your stomach twisted. In truth, you hadn’t thought about that at all. You had been so caught up in your own whirlwind of decisions, obligations, and consequences that the idea of losing Yoongi—your closest, and perhaps only, real friend—hadn’t even crossed your mind. And now, the realization hit you like ice in your veins.

“No,” you admitted, your voice hollow.

Yoongi clenched his jaw, chewing on the inside of his cheek. The weight of your oversight sat heavy between you, an unspoken betrayal. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes now, not when you knew exactly what you’d find there.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, eyes fixed on the floor, on the fabric of his socks—anywhere but his face. "you know what, I'm- we arent teenagers anymore. you don't have to consider me everytime you make a life changing decision." he nodded and the hurt became more and more evident, breaking your heart more and more. 

"oh yoongi im sorry, i should have considered you. it was so tense I wasn't thinking at all. You're like- my whole life." you brought your hands to your face and rubber your eyes before sitting up and turning your body to face your best friend. yoongi chuckled in response. "shut up its not that serious." he smiled.

"you're my life too." he rolled his eyes, speaking in a whisper.

After a few months of hectic wedding planning with your mother and spending more time with Lee Ho it was time for the wedding.

The night before the ceremony arrives, and you find yourself sinking into the luxurious soaking tub of your lavish suite, the warm water enveloping you. Just as you begin to relax, the sudden ringing of your phone pierces the quiet, startling you. Your heart leaps in your chest as you gasp, but you quickly rise from the tub, reaching for your phone on the counter.

“Yeah?” you spoke into the phone, trying your hardest not to crack the mask you had spread on your face. “Are you at the hotel right now?” Yoongi asked, the sounds of revving cars, beeping and loud streets coming through the line. “Aw ya coning?” you spoke nearly incoherently in a desperate attempt to keep your mask in one piece. Yoongi chuckled. “Yeah text me your room number and ill be there.”

You scrambled out of the tub to get dressed, your hair still damp and smelling of raspberry. 

“Open up!” yoongi knocked on the door while you stumbled around getting your jeans on. 

“I hired a private investigator.” he blurted once you had the door wide open. You were too stunned to speak but he pushed right through you. “Lee Ho; hes been lying. Hes part of a small gang from a small city. I found out they’ve been trying to recruit.” Yoongi rambled on as you followed him to the bed where he sprawled the photos over your bed accompanying files and screenshots of messages and emails.

Your blood ran cold, you stood frozen just behind Yoongi, scanning the photos.

Suddenly you remembered everytime Lee ho stepped away at awkward times to have secret phone calls or when he’d disappear in the middle of events and lied about where he was. You hadnt given it much thought but it all made sense now. 

“What do I even do with this?” you asked, shaking your head. Your hands were steady, but you could feel the tight knot forming in your stomach. “If I bring this to my mom, she’ll just demand to know how I found out.” And then what? She’d tear through the city to figure out who had leaked this information, and if she found out it was Yoongi…

Your grip on the edge of the mattress tightened.

Yoongi exhaled through his nose, as if he had already thought this through. “We could get married,” he said casually, reaching forward to push the phone out of your line of sight.

You blinked, snapping your gaze up to his face. “What?”

His expression was unreadable—calm, unwavering, serious.

Your cheeks burned hot, yet at the same time, it felt like all the blood drained from your face. “Yoongi, are you joking?”

“No.” His eyes locked onto yours. “Marry me instead.”

"that is genuinely the worst idea youve ever had." you sighed, bringing your hands up to cup your face.

Yoongi leaned in, his voice steady but filled with something dangerously close to excitement. "But think about it," he urged, his dark eyes searching yours. "If you and I get married, your mom can't force you to take her place. She won’t be able to push you into marrying some stranger for the sake of the family business. You’d finally have your freedom. And…” he softened, a small, teasing smile forming as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a warm side-hug. "You’d get to be stuck with your best friend forever. Not the worst deal, right?"

You rolled your eyes but you did give it a once over and still you worried of the consequences. “But what about your parents?” you stood up, running your hands through your hair in an attempt to self sooth. Yoongi looked down at you. “What about my parents?” you asked in a panic just as you began pacing.

Yoongi watched you walk in circles with a dumbfounded look on his face as you rambled on and on about what could possibly happen as a result of you marrying the one person your parents didnt approve of. 

He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a hug, one hand resting on your back while the other pressed your head into his chest. “Trust me, its going to be okay.” he whispered as he began rubbing his hand up and down your back and just like usual you melted, relaxing in his arms. “Okay.” you took a deep breath. “Okay, okay.” you hugged him back.

What started as an absurd, last-minute idea turned into a long, drawn-out conversation—one that stretched into the early hours of the morning. Every doubt, every concern, every possible worst-case scenario was dissected between the two of you. And by the time the first rays of sunlight bled into the sky, the decision had already been made.

So, with the kind of recklessness that could only come from desperation and blind trust, you and Yoongi found yourselves standing in front of a clerk at city hall, signing away your last names and sealing your futures together.

You glanced at Yoongi as he pressed the pen to paper, his signature flowing effortlessly. He caught your eye, lips curling into a smirk.

"Too late to back out now," he teased.

You bit your lip, suppressing a laugh, and quickly signed your own name. The witnesses—who very clearly recognized the both of you—exchanged hushed whispers, shooting skeptical glances your way. But none of it mattered.

Because as the final signature dried on the page, Yoongi nudged you with his elbow, eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Guess you’re stuck with me now, wife."

For the first time in the sixteen years you had known Yoongi, you felt butterflies in your stomach. A feeling so foreign, so unexpected, that it nearly knocked the breath out of you. Because this wasn’t just Yoongi—your childhood best friend, your partner in mischief, the boy who always had your back.

No.

This was Min Yoongi. Your husband.

The weight of that realization settled over you like a second skin, both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. He had chosen this—chosen you. And as if he could sense the storm of emotions brewing within you, Yoongi tightened his grip around your hand, grounding you.

You giggled, unable to help yourself. He smiled slightly, the corners of his lips twitching in quiet amusement, but he said nothing. The two of you simply took your copies of the marriage documents and headed toward the grand venue that had once been meant for your wedding to Lee Ho.

The moment you stepped out of the car, a shrill voice cut through the air.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Your mother’s panicked screech rang out as she stormed toward you, the chiffon of her designer gown billowing with each sharp step. “You’re not dressed! You don’t have your things! Do you have any idea what you’re doing right now, Y/N?”

You barely had time to react before she was gripping your wrist, her nails digging slightly into your skin as if to keep you from running.

“Mom. Mom.” You quickly took her hands in yours, squeezing them in an attempt to calm her. "Please. Just listen to me."

Your mother inhaled sharply through her nose, clearly battling the urge to continue her tirade. With great effort, she pressed her lips together, her chest rising and falling in measured breaths.

“What?” she hissed, voice laced with venom. “What is it, Y/N?”

You swallowed hard, but there was no hesitation in your words.

“Min Yoongi and I are married.”

The world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Then, Yoongi stepped forward, emerging from behind you with the kind of effortless confidence that only he possessed. His posture was relaxed, but the quiet power in his presence was unmistakable. He met your mother’s gaze with an unreadable expression, his dark eyes steady, unwavering.

Dressed in a deep lavender button-up, black slacks, polished dress shoes, and with his hair styled neatly, he was the picture of a responsible young man. Someone respectable. Someone competent.

Someone untouchable.

Your mother’s face instantly flushed a deep, unforgiving shade of red. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she turned sharply on her heel and disappeared into the venue without another word.

You blinked, momentarily stunned by her lack of reaction.

Finally, you turned to Yoongi, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Well… that wasn’t exactly the reaction I was hoping for,” you admitted, pressing a hand to your stomach as a light giggle escaped your lips. "But honestly? It’s a hell of a lot better than the one I thought I’d get."

Yoongi smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Guess we got off easy.”

just as the two of you began walking back to the car the entire crowd began walking out of the venue, all the guests. "that was quick as fuck. i do not want them to see you just get into the car." you rushed yoongi and he nodded, climbing into the car.

Yoongi did feel like he had taken something special from you, the wedding you had planned and prepared for so he allowed the two of you to planned one of your own. He wanted you to have your own beautiful day.

And so your fingers idly traced the outlines of floral arrangements and color palettes as you fine-tuned the vision for your wedding venue. You felt the indentation your pencil made on the paper just beneath your fingers. It had been a long day, and the quiet hum of the apartment was soothing. That was until the door clicked open causing your attention to snap up at your husband. God it made your heart grow a size everytime you remembered the two of you were married.

“Hey, love,” Yoongi’s deep voice filled the space, smooth and familiar. He kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, his movements relaxed but deliberate.

You looked up, offering him a small smile. “I’m working on the visuals for the venue,” you murmured, holding up the pages for him to see.

Yoongi leaned over the back of the couch, resting a hand beside you as he peered over your shoulder. His warmth surrounded you, a presence you had grown so used to over the years but had never been this hyper-aware of until now. “Mmm, that’s beautiful,” he murmured in approval. “The colors are gonna fit perfectly. I can send you the playlist I put together later.”

“You made a playlist?” you teased, glancing at him with a raised brow.

His lips curled into a lazy smirk. “Of course. You know I have good taste.”

You chuckled, shaking your head before returning to your sketches. The comfortable silence settled between you both, but Yoongi didn’t move away. Instead, he shifted, lowering himself onto the couch beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. His gaze lingered on your face, thoughtful.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice was quieter now, softer.

You hummed in response, still focused on your work.

“Are you happy?”

That made you pause. Your fingers froze over the page, and you turned to face him fully. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were searching, almost hesitant.

“I mean, with all of this,” he continued, nodding toward the wedding plans. “With me.”

Your breath hitched. It was an unexpected question, but one you didn’t need time to answer. “Of course, I am,” you admitted, almost confused as to why he’d ask.

Yoongi’s lips parted slightly, like he was weighing his next words. Then, with a quiet exhale, he ran a hand through his dark hair, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before locking onto yours again. “I know we started this for convenience,” he said, his tone careful. “But I don’t think I’ve been pretending.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I think it was ninth grade that i figured out i have feelings for you,” he confessed, avoiding your gaze. “I just... never said anything because I thought it would mess things up. But now that we’re here, now that you’re mine—” he swallowed, fingers flexing against his thigh, “—I don’t want to pretend like it’s just for show. I want this. You. Us.”

The weight of his words settled over you like a warm embrace, and for a moment, you could only stare. The realization bloomed in your chest, sudden and inevitable, like a match being struck in the dark. He called you his so comfortably and it instantly made you feel like you were floating out of your body.

So you didn’t say anything. Instead, you reached for him, closing the space between you as your lips pressed against his.

Yoongi inhaled sharply, as if he hadn’t expected you to respond this way, but the moment he processed it, he melted into you. His hand cradled your jaw, fingers grazing your skin with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. The kiss was slow, unhurried, filled with all the words neither of you had dared to say before.

When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the room.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Let’s not pretend.”

Yoongi smiled. “Yeah?”

You nodded, and for the first time since all of this started, you felt truly, completely sure. 

“So,” you paused, straddling him. “This is what you meant when you said that I deserve way more than to settle?” You giggled, draping your arms over his shoulders but Yoongi had been so satisfied with the outcome of his sudden confession that all he did was smile while the soft blush consumed his face. His smile alone satisfying you.

so like i said i found this request intimidating because Ive never written mafia au before but I wanted to challenge myself and I ended up having a lot of fun with it lol and actually had more of a hard time deciding in which direction I wanted It to go. let me know if you guys would want the 7k word version of this. not to sound like I'm holding it hostage but i of course need more than 1 or 2 people to want it. OH ALSO new banner what do you think? i thought this fic needed something new since its a whole au lol and yes the full version includes smut (you dirty dawgs ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ

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[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

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[truethes]

talking / plotting with me is literally anywhere up to a few months silence before i send you novellas for replies / ideas / musings and im so very sorry for that.

[perilegs]

embarrassed myself by being the loudest cheer in my row when they asked who wants to see mpreg phil 😔

[arsenicflame]

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[aroaceleovaldez]

I really dislike the inherent main plots of TSATS and Chalice of the Gods as they’re being explained to us currently, mostly just cause I feel like they take away from already established lore of the series and other plot points.

There is no way TSATS can go that doesn’t make either Tartarus feel cheap and/or the entire book just feel like Percabeth In Mark Of Athena: 2 Electric Boogaloo. Unless the twist is that they don’t go to Tartarus it is physically impossible. Because either they go to Tartarus and breeze through it, which makes Tartarus as a setting feel cheap and ruins all prior instances of it being used as a landscape of suffering, or they suffer Lots and Lots and it just feels like we’re rehashing the same exact plot over again purely for the sake of treating solangelo the same as percabeth, which doesn’t work because they’re vastly different character dynamics and putting them in the same situation has nowhere near the same emotional weights. Also it makes Nico’s original foray into Tartarus feel null because it makes it feel like his trauma doesn’t have any actual meaning, because why would he jump right back into it? Even with Nico’s character being extremely self-sacrificial, we’re at a point where we’re being told he’s improving on that and this is possibly the one circumstance he would think twice about. AND it makes Tartarus feel overused - Nico surviving Tartarus once? Okay, makes sense, he’s the son of Hades, and it’s cool that he’s the first mortal to ever survive it. Percabeth too? Getting iffy (especially since we see their trip in detail and that inherently means it’s lost a lot of potential oomph, because when you’re going for horrifying a lot of the time less is more) but okay, sure, Nico probably gave Percy some Tartarus Tips after being rescued and they had a literal dues ex machina or two helping them out, and they fell in accidentally so it’s not like how Nico waltzed in there. Third time? And it being Nico AGAIN and Will Solace (who as far as we know has little to no quest experience and most of his experience is being a battlefield medic) and then purposefully going there? Nope. It’s just a poor set-up. Plus “the major gay couple goes on vacation to superhell” is a... questionable plot set-up to begin with, especially when it’s been heavily implied it will be traumatizing for them, and we have already been told explicitly that references are being made to things like Call Me By Your Name so there is a self-awareness about the themes there (also that alone raises questions about how we’re going to be taking the tone of things - again, there’s two ways it can go and both would be extremely difficult to get right). If Mark Oshiro were not co-authoring this I’d be a little horrified. I’m very glad Mark Oshiro is co-authoring this. I don’t believe it can’t be done tastefully, and yeah it’s a situation ripe for symbolism, but it is definitely the kind of subject that would be difficult for a non-queer author to handle appropriately.

As for Chalice of the Gods, we know two things: A.) It takes place prior to TOA, and B.) The chalice Percy has to retrieve has the power to make anyone who drinks from it immortal. ..... so basically, without the book even being out, we are told “If Percy had waited like 20 minutes, all of TOA would be null.” Admittedly, this does give justification for Percy specifically to be doing this quest outside of “college” reasons, and in my opinion, “The gods asked Percy specifically because they have verified he adamantly does NOT want to be immortal” is hilarious. However, adding yet another universe mechanic to the repertoire that nullifies death is annoying as hell, because death as a consequence in the series has been completely ruined since HoO. The more avoiding death options there are, the more every death scene feels completely pointless and avoidable.

[lgbtshawn]

god. thinking about amy singing 'i love you truly' right before it cuts to shawn walking in and she doesnt continue when the wedding continues as if that little song was meant for cory and shawn and setting up that scene of them arguing and feeling confused and conflicted

[danidoesathing]

"Buck doesn't react to the ghosts because he has been able to see ghosts all his life and it's given him this fucked up relationship with death where he's both fascinated and desensitized to it" vs "Buck doesn't react to the ghosts because he spends most of the movie incredibly sleep deprived, constantly hallucinating and high off his ass on a transdimensional drug, so the ghosts are honestly only the 3rd weirdest thing thats happened to him that night"

[boomerang109]

what if capitalism is making the one job i thought was possible for me feel unattainable not because i haven’t literally been doing it since age 13 but because it’s not well paid enough so until you get into a higher position you have to work multiple jobs and i knew that i always knew that but. fuck. why is adulting going to be so exhausting. what if this really is the best time of my life? being a depressed college student? what if it’s downhill from here?

[beneaththebloodylake]

okay, for the sake of argument imagine im a publishing company and i get the liscence to publish, lets say an american police procedural comic (works different in different countries), in the uk and to adapt it for the domestic audience not only do i change the spellings, i also change all the vocab and expressions to sound more natural.

but i dont stop here, cause its still set in america and oh, maybe that will put people off. yes, much better that its set in slough instead. so i change every mention of america to the uk and the city to slough. hamburgers are now kebabs because of course no one in the uk has any idea what a hamburger is

the pictures are still the same though except for the spellings and so are all the details of what happens. you can still see it looks like america and everyones got guns and the setting at least vaugly follows the american system and all the characters are going off american culteral assumptions

and this version or ones in other languages with the same approach are the only ones its capable to get internationally. and the international fandom (which is completely seperate from the american fandom cause they built a wall around themselves and refused to acknowledge the existence of outsiders ever again) acts as if it in universe is actually happening in slough and everyones actully british and uk circumstanes apply

completely and utterly ridiculous right? well, adding a language barrier wouldnt make it not so, and nor would it being more culturally seperate countries

[poisondionaea-art]

RIP to the dress I spent 2 weeks hand making from another dress I upcycled for my Halloween costume but now can't wear, because the fabric didn't take the bleach I painted on it and then ate an entire bottle of white paint when I tried to use that instead to get the skeleton on the dress.

[littleeyesofpallas]

Okay im just gonna roll thru these issues, I guess like a liveblog, and ramble about this shit aa it comes, as i have given up trying to wrangle my adhd ass brain into actually forming cohesive thoughts...

For starters, cover art is fucking rad. Evan Cagle has just been consistently knocking these things out of the park every issue. Really sets the mood, maybe even sets expectations a little too high. On the inside though Rafael Albuquerque is no slouch. Really the aesthetics for this run has just been stellar all around. Even love the new title logo.

Anyway scene opens on an opera house, inside is a very on the nose production in which a grieving masked figure bent over the body of a collapsed woman is haunted by a bat-like demon. The dark haired boy(man?) demands to know where this unseen demon is as we got a shot of an empty seat, reserved for one Bruce Wayne. Theres a line about pearls around a neck, just in case we somehow werent picking up on the parallels.

The textography implies this is sung, and again pointing to this being an opera rather than just a spoke word stage play. The aesthetic is all very deliberately reminiscent of Phantom of the Opera. Also of passing note: the production is titled "L'Auriga" as in Italian for The Auriga, as in the constellation Auriga, "The Charioteer." He is depicted most often with a goat or kids in his arms, which given the cliche associations with satanism seem poignant here.

Elsewhere Batman beats up some gangsters doing generic crime at the docks, one of the Maroni capos is there and a sound over a loud speaker causes him to hulk out in grody dark magic fashion. Batman is a little off his game, Talia show up to finish the thing off, and she says Bruce isnt ready for the shit about to hit the fan, its older than either of them, its not human, and he's off his game... She elaborates no further and scoots off into the night.

Bruce tries to figure out why he's old and Dick pokes fun at him. He needs to see a man about a cube. (Oh the cube was being smuggled by the Maroni crew, which is where he got it and why its tied to the monster, I hadn't really made that clear... I'm not doing a very good job summarizing...)

Cool transition tho, we see the cubes source, the Orgham palace in "Svatrstal" which is as far as i can tell a meaningless assemblage of generic slavic sounds. The castle itself however is called "Coronis" after the mythic greek princess and lover of Apollo. (The more direct associations with the sun will come into play later. By proxy it might be that The Charioteer allusion could also be a reference to Apollo, via his chariot that drives the sun across the sky, making the subject of the play, Erichtonius, king of Athens.)

(Incidentally Coronis is also the name of a Spanish zarzuela by Sebastian Duron. It is about the nymph Coronas, Triton, Neptune, and Apollo, so there's that....)

But in any case we meet Arzen Orgham and his mother, in thematically appropriate sun-like headdress. She tasks her son with going to Gotham with a confusingly styled land deed(its a scroll, like with full on umbilicus, but it's apparently a legally viable document written in english?) We also get name drops of what will be his main goons, Shavhod, Neang, and Gael.

In spite of a lot of Greek mythology being flung around(Coronis, Auriga, the labyrinth) and implicit Italian to the opera themes, the core influence seems to be more Eastern European, and given the Dracula derived aesthetics it's not unexpected, but it all feels very weirdly. Also that this is apparently fully active nobility??? Like they're still rich and have modernized finances and resources (as opposed to like, an ancient dragons hoard of nonliquid but clearly "valuable" riches) so like do they govern this country????? This weird gap in information will become more of an issue with later developments...

Anyway... Gael has been the Orgham's vangaurd in Gotham, so while the young heir and his entourage are enroute, Gael slaughters the rest of the Maroni contacts he'd arranges the botched hand off of the magic cube with. He is noticeably more, uh, "ethnic"(?) looking than the other goons. Given the overall gist of the Orghams, that would seem to suggest something vaguely Mongolian adjacent? I mean, I guess it might be more obvious to assume he's meant to look Romani, but given the rest of the themes at play shouldn't they all be Romani anyway?

Anyway then Bruce has a cool nightmare about Barbatos and then wakes up to the sound of the mystery cube, which as it turns out is a music box, and the issue ends. Other than a few little oddities, I loved this issue and thought it was a great start to the story. Love the gothic horror vibe, the Dracula and Phantom of the Opera notes, the use of Barbatos, the idea of the Arkham lineage being traced back to the old country, the idea of addressing the future of Arkham Asylum(even though I could have sworn we'd already been given a different hook for that at some point...), the idea of Bruce dealing with his age it all makes for a really solid pitch. It'll get.... I don't want to say "worse" honestly, but some of those set ups will get shakier as this goes on....

[icewindandboringhorror]

Other Misc. Rambling Thoughts on the topic:

(~ !!!!!!!!! if you're just reblogging this post for the Poll section, please reblog the original post without this addition* lol. ~)

(*not that there's anything super personal or weird about the addition, just that it's meant to be kind of casual Side Commentary, not really part of the Main Point Of The Poll, so it would feel kind of weird for it to be emphasized by being included in reblogs unless the reblogs were explicitly about the side commentary, etc..... if that makes sense.. ANYWAY!)

It's neat to read the written descriptions that people are mentioning in the tags, since it's almost like I can see or conceptualize the idea as well, but it's just.. I'm not SEEING it.

Like for example: I can imagine a vase, it's a muted mint green and slightly translucent, elaborate golden birds sprawled down the side in streaks of thin rough watery paint, the base material shimmers gently in the light, there's a small chip where it's cracked on the handle, etc, etc. .. But as I'm thinking about this I see literally nothing.

It seems like perhaps some people can visualize an object first, and THEN describe what they see. But I sort of work backwards. I am building the object in my mind, I can never see it, but it's a collection of concepts. Rather than visualizing all details as a whole at once, I am adding each detail one by one, building onto the IDEA of the thing.

The vase doesn't have a crack on the handle because I just automatically visualized a vase with a crack. It was more that I cognitively understand the concept of a vase, what they tend to be made out of, how they tend to look and feel, the properties they have. So based purely on that knowledge, I can imagine "a chip is something that a vase could have, it would look this way and behave this way" - more like... I'm constructing a bullet point Fact List about the object rather than seeing it.

So if you tell me to imagine an object, I can, in a way, imagine that object in great detail, but it's just.. I'm not SEEING those details, more just knowing it's qualities in a purely conceptual way. Sometimes in the tags when people are like "yeah I can see the skin of the apple, texture, little dots on the surface" it's like… I can imagine that too, I can know it's there, but just with no visual attached.

I guess rather than SEEING something and going ''ah. I know what this looks like because I have seen it''. I more just skip that visual step entirely and go ''I know what this looks like, I just randomly have a list of information about the concept in my mind.'' etc. Maybe similar to how sometimes in dreams, even though a house may look completely different and be in an entirely fake 'dreamlike' environment, you just somehow KNOW intuitively that it's meant to be your childhood home or something. Even when it looks nothing like it in reality. There's a built-in base knowledge of the properties or information of some things within a dreaming mind, etc.

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This also makes me wonder about like.. how storytelling and myth is so important to cultures all across time. Or how this could tie also into concepts of religion.. etc. etc. If so many people really can kind of conjure these vivid images in their mind, then maybe that's part of why certain things are so meaningful to them? Like a "religious experience" being something you can actually really SEE/feel/lingering with you in your head, rather than just abstract words on a page, detached purely theoretical ideas, etc... hmmm

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Plus also just for average emotional stuff too, even outside of broader cultural conceptual attachments..

Like, I don't think there's a direct 1 to 1 link (obviously not all people with mental illnesses that significantly reduce their emotional or expressive capacity also MUST have aphantasia or vice versa), but it's interesting as someone who DOES also have a much more lessened emotional range/pretty flat affect/etc. etc. to think like.. Maybe I WOULD be more emotional, in a way, if I could have these vivid experiences..?

Perhaps memories would hold deeper significance if they could really stay with me vividly. Or storytelling would evoke more of a deep emotional reaction to me if I could really picture and feel the things that are going on. If things were more TANGIBLE in my brain, rather than always merely conceptual highly abstracted ideas.

Kind of like, it's probably easier to get over the death of a pet or something, if after not seeing them for an hour you already don't remember what they looked like (beyond just a vague fact list of traits), and you have no vivid memories or mental reminders of them (beyond just factual information stores). COGNTIVIELY you can appreciate the idea of their absence, of course, you still miss them, but there's just no remaining visceral sensory ties. A very "out of sight, out of mind" sort of thing in terms of attachments, memories, emotions, etc. Maybe certain things are easier to "get over", when you're not having constant mental sensory reminders that occasionally rekindle your feelings about the event or etc.??

(like for example, maybe someone could remain angry about an argument longer if they could vividly replay it in their head over and over again. VS just like.. 'Yes I can factually recall the fact I had an argument, and I do have knowledge stored about what precisely was said, but any sort of sensory data such as sights/smells/feelings, etc. from the actual moment of the event are long gone and can never be conjured again in my mind." etc.)

Which again, I think lessened emotional permanence and image permanence in the mind are NOT inherently linked, can all be caused by different things for different people. And, since I can't visualize anything in my head, maybe I'm misunderstanding how it happens and the effect it may have on stuff like remembering things you miss or replaying arguments, etc. etc. But it's still a little interesting to think about, if they could influence each other to some degree.... :0c --

Lastly, It's also weird because I'm actually pretty good at estimating distance and spaces? I can quickly assemble furniture without an instruction manual, pretty easily have a concept of how much space a chair may take up in a room, how two mechanical parts might fit together - BUT, I am literally not actually visualizing anything. I cannot see 3D objects in my mind at ALL. It's like.. just based on the pure List Of Facts About Things Which I Have Observed.. I can intuitively go "oh this works like this/this is this size" just because.. I know it's that size. I don't have to see anything to know..?

But then on the other hand, I'm terrible at directions without a map (I guess because a 3d outdoor environment has WAY more complexity than like.. "Will this square fit into another square?"etc. lol ).

BUT, I also draw/sculpt/etc. entirely without references, and seem to do mostly okay at that..? Like.. I can't even remember the last time I actually used a reference or looked at anything whilst drawing. It's all muscle memory, and me just adjusting as I go until something "looks right" on paper, I never have a set image in my head (or external reference) before hand.. Hrmm....

AND.. I used to say that I had a photographic memory when I was younger, which I know NOW is not true (I always thought it was just an expression, not that people could literally see things in a photographic way). But what I was describing is, I do often associate information with imagery, just... without imagery....

Like "Oh, I know that I took my medicine earlier today because I have a distinct memory, a snapshot of a moment in time, of me rattling the pill bottle in my hands as I looked up at a stop sign while in the back seat of a car". When I say this, I can't ACTUALLY see/feel/hear a pill bottle, or vividly picture a stop sign, but it's more just a factual recall, of. Even though I don't see these things, I know they happened, the information of them happening (me hearing a sound and also looking at a stop sign at the same time) has been stored in my brain as a memory, a collection of linked facts. --

As for other senses, I cannot taste or feel anything in my head AT ALL.. wild that some people mention that. I mean, again, I can have a purely factual recall as if reading a textbook, knowing the information of 'X item typically has X texture, therefore I can imagine what it may be like to feel it' or 'X usually has this taste' etc. - but I can never actually experience those senses in any capacity in my mind alone. I would say audio is my strongest mental sense (maybe a 2.5 or 3 (if it were translated onto the above scale where 1 is most vivid and 5 is nothing)), then visual (4.5 at most, usually 5), and then taste and smell and such are just complete 5, absolutely nothing, I didn't even know people could experience taste or feeling just in their mind alone.. lol...

I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :

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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )

[reginyani]

Bed Chem | s.reid x fem!reader

summary: Derek Morgan hits you up for you and Spencer Reid, a genius FBI agent, to connect. One things leads to another, and you both have really good bed chem.

warnings: 18+, mdni, nsfw, drinking at a bar, p in v, unprotected sex, softdom!spencer, sub!reader, use of y/n, spencer comes in reader (if im forgetting something let me know)

word count: 3.2k

authors note: felt like its been 20 years since i've posted a fic, but here ya guys go!! i love the song bed chem, so this fic is sabrina carpenter themed💋. i don't really like this, but its been sitting in my drafts for a while now so i hope you guys enjoy(the smut isnt my best work im sorry!). if you did, just remember to like and reblog:)!

Spencer Reid wasn’t the type to go to bars, but when the team had finally wrapped up a particularly exhausting case and a few of them decided to head out for a drink, he couldn’t exactly say no. He didn’t mind spending time with his colleagues, but when the plan shifted from the corner booth to the bar, he felt his nerves start to rise.

Derek Morgan had a gift for getting people out of their comfort zones, and today, he’d decided that Spencer was due for a little socialization. 

Spencer sat awkwardly at the far end of the bar, sipping a glass of water, watching the team interact with ease. His eyes wandered around the room, but then they unintentionally froze when they landed on you. You were sitting with a friend near the center of the bar countertop, laughing softly at something your friend had said. There was an easy, effortless charm about you that made Spencer’s heart beat a little faster.

But, as usual, he couldn’t bring himself to approach you. His mind spun with a thousand reasons why it would be awkward— why he wasn’t the right person to start a conversation. What if you didn’t like him? What if he said something weird? What if he wasn't good looking enough for you? He ran his fingers nervously through his hair, trying to shake the unease. He tended to self-sabotage things like these.

Derek, who had been watching the entire conflict play out with a grin on his face, noticed Spencer's hesitation. He chuckled to himself, shook his head, and stood up. “I’ll handle this, pretty boy.”

Spencer glanced over, his eyes wide in disbelief and embarrassment. “What are you—?”

Derek flashed a mischievous smile, already walking toward your side of the bar. “Trust me.”

Spencer’s heart skipped a beat as he saw Derek in the corner of his eye approach you. He couldn’t help but watch the whole thing go down. 

Derek walked up with his signature charm and a smooth smile. “Hey, ladies,” he greeted, leaning casually against the countertop. “Mind if I join you for a second?”

You glanced up at him, surprised, but smiled politely. “Sure, go ahead.”

Derek didn’t miss a beat. “Thanks. So, I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room,” he said smoothly. “Especially when I’ve got a buddy over there who’s been staring at you for a while.” He pointed behind him, subtly motioning to Spencer, who was frozen in the corner of the room, clearly aware that the jig was up. Spencer immediately felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

You glanced over at Spencer, catching his eye for a moment before he quickly looked away. You raised an eyebrow. “He’s shy, huh?”

“Yeah,” Derek said with a wink. “But he’s a good guy. Just a little... socially awkward.” He chuckled. “But I think you might make him a little less awkward.”

You smiled, intrigued now. “So what’s his name?”

“Spencer Reid,” Derek said, a little too smugly. “I think you should text him. He’ll appreciate it.”

Derek pulled out a piece of paper with Spencer's number already on it, like he had already planned this the whole time. “I’ll let him know you’ve got it,” he added with a playful grin.

You looked at the number in your hand. “Well, I’ll have to think about it,” you said, teasing Derek. “But thanks for the introduction.”

With a wink, Derek gave you a nod. “Don’t keep him waiting too long,” he said before turning back toward Spencer, who was now practically melting into his seat with embarrassment.

A few minutes passed before you decided it was time to approach him. You slid off the seat and slowly walked up behind Spencer, tapping him on the shoulder. He quickly turned around, clearly startled by your sudden touch.

"Uh… Spencer, right?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him. 

He gulped before responding, staring at you for a quick second. "Yeah…" 

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N; wanna get a drink?" You give him a friendly smile, trying to make him feel comfortable enough to come back to your side of the bar with you. 

He smiles back and nods quickly. "Yeah! Yeah... sounds good." He slides off his chair, letting you guide him back with you. You can feel his friend's eyes all on you as you walk away with him, leaving them speechless.

As you both sit down at a barstool, Spencer fidgets with his fingers rapidly. You look down to see his shaking leg and him picking his fingernails.

"Hey, it's okay. I don't bite, I promise." You chuckle, making him look up into your eyes with his own beautiful puppy eyes.

"Yeah, I know. I just… never really show my face at the bar. I'd prefer reading over this, but… here I am." he says with contempt as he slowly nods his head.

You smile, agreeing with a nod. "Yeah, me neither, to be honest. My friends dragged me out here, which I'm assuming yours did as well." you laugh.

"Yeah… but hey, I'm with you now, so…" he says, leaning his arm onto the bar countertop. You smirk.

"Your friends seem nice. How do you know them?" you ask, trying to keep the conversation as interesting as possible.

"Uh—you know... We're co-workers." He responds blandly, not wanting to reveal his place of work in case you were to get intimidated by it.

"Oh really? What do you work as?" You continue to ask him questions, pushing a response out of him. You were curious.

He hesitates a moment. "I—uh... well, I'm an agent at the Behavioral Analysis Unit," he finally says, taking a sip out of his drink awkwardly.

"FBI, huh?" You smirk, looking him up and down. "That's sexy. Do you carry your creds?" you ask, looking up into his eyes.

"Yeah… Uh…" his cheeks burn a crimson red as he fumbles around for a second before finally pulling out a foldable wallet. He opens it smoothly, holding it up for you to see. 

His picture looked nothing like how he does now. His hair smooth and slicked back with a side part, and a completely blank and pale face. 

"How many years ago was that picture taken?" you chuckle, scanning it one last time before he flips it over to see himself. 

"A long time ago." He laughs, his voice softening as he closes the wallet and slides it back into his pocket. "I should probably get it updated, huh?"

 

You tilt your head playfully, taking another sip from your alcoholic beverage. "I don't know, I think it's cute. Kind of shows how far you've come and grown." 

Spencer blinks, not expecting the compliment. He adjusts his tie nervously, his fingers brushing over the fabric. "Thank you. That's... nice of you to say."

You lean in slightly, resting your chin in your hand. "So, Spencer Reid, FBI agent," you say, your voice teasing yet warm at the same time. "What's something you don't know everything about?"

He chuckles, his lips twitching into a shy smile. "Plenty of things, actually. You'd be surprised at how much I still have to learn."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Like what?"

He pauses for a second, as if genuinely thinking about your question. "Well… I've never really been good at small talk," he admits, sheepishly smiling. "Or, uh, anything involving this…" he gestures vaguely between the two of you, his cheeks flushing again.

You laugh softly, the sound making his heart skip a beat. "I don't think you're doing too bad." you assure him. "And for the record, I'm not much of a fan of small talk either. Let's skip it—tell me something real about you."

Spencer quirks an eyebrow at your directness, but there's something about your tone that puts him at ease. "Okay, something real about me…" He thinks for a second. "I have an IQ of 187, have an eidetic memory, and can read up to 20,000 words per minute, but sometimes I wish I could slow down, y'know?"

You blink, completely shocked by this brand new information. "I— No… I don't know." You laugh, still completely taking it in. "That's... insane," you finally manage, shaking your head in disbelief. "187 IQ? You're like, literally a genius."

Spencer tilts his head a bit, clearly a bit embarrassed by your reaction. "Well, technically, yeah. But it's not as impressive as people think. It just means I remember a lot of things. Well… everything."

You grin, leaning a little closer. "Okay, Mr. Modest. If you're so smart, hit me with a scientific fact. Blow my mind." 

Spencer's lips quirk into a shy smile, but there's a glint of mischief in his eyes now. He pauses for a moment, as if sorting through the thousands of facts stored in his mind. He looks directly at you, his voice soft but steady.

"Did you know," he begins, "that during intense physical contact, your brain releases tons of chemicals, including dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins, which heighten pleasure and create emotional bonding?"

You blink, the corners of your mouth twitching upward as the suggestive undertone sinks in. "Intense physical contact, huh?" you repeat, tilting your head at him with that same smirk on your face. "That’s a pretty specific fact to share."

Spencer's eyes widen, his mind now racing and wondering if maybe you took that fact to offense. "I just meant… It's a common and well-documented physiological response. I wasn't implying—" 

You laugh at his fumbling words, cutting him off before he goes and spirals even further. "Relax, Spencer. I'm just teasing you." You lean back, taking another sip of your drink, your eyes twinkling. "But hey, maybe we can test that out sometime." 

His mouth opens, seemingly caught off guard. He looks at you, not sure whether you're joking or not. "Uh… yeah," he says, barely audible. "Maybe."

You smile, tilting your head a bit. "Hey, wanna get out of here? Maybe go to my place? We can call a taxi," you say suddenly, finally finishing your espresso martini and putting the glass down with a clink.

He hesitates for a second, looking back at his coworkers with an open mouth. "Uh… Yeah, sure. I don't see why not." 

The ride back to your apartment is quiet at first, with Spencer sitting stiffly beside you in the back of the taxi, his hands fidgeting in his lap. You can practically feel the nervous energy radiating off of him, and it makes you smile.

"You alright over there, genius?" you ask softly, tilting your head over to look at him.

"Yeah," he says quickly, too quickly. He clears his throat and glances at you, his lips twitching into a sheepish smile. "Sorry. This is just… not exactly something I usually do."

You nod slowly in understanding, trying your best to make his discomfort fade away. "No judgment. I don't either, to be honest, but you seemed too interesting to leave back at the bar."

This earns a laugh out of him, and his shoulders relax a bit. "Well, uh… thanks." 

When the taxi finally pulls up to your apartment building, you pay the driver and lead Spencer upstairs. He follows closely behind, his eyes darting around as he takes in his surroundings.

"This is a nice apartment complex," he says as you unlock the door and step inside, gesturing for him to follow.

"Thanks," you say, flicking the lights on and setting down your bag on a nearby chair. You toe off your shoes and look back at him. "Make yourself comfortable." 

Spencer hesitates for a moment before awkwardly shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the back of a chair. He stands there for a second, unsure of what to do, until you notice and step towards him.

"You don't have to look so nervous, y'know," you tease gently.

"I'm not nervous," he replies, though the slight tremor in his voice was surely nervousness. 

You tilt your head, studying him. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" 

His lip stretches into an upward shy smile.

"So I've been told," he admits.

You laugh softly at his words, and you gesture towards the couch. "Sit down. Do you want something to drink?"

He shakes his head, making his way to the couch and sitting on it stiffly. "I'm alright. Thanks."

You sit down beside him, close enough to brush shoulders but not so close as to make him uncomfortable. For a moment, there's silence, and then you glance up at him with a playful smile.

"So… want to share another one of those scientific facts of yours?" you ask, leaning slightly closer to him.

Spencer chuckles, his shoulders loosening as he meets your gaze. "Only if you're ready for it." 

"I'm ready," you say, settling in and giving him your undivided attention.

He thinks for a moment, then smirks slightly as he chooses one. "Did you know that the human brain processes the sensation of touch faster than almost any other sensory input? It’s why even the lightest touch can feel so intense."

You raise an eyebrow, the corners of your lips curving upward. "Is that so?"

He nods, his confidence growing as he begins to explain. "It’s because of specialized nerve ending called mechanoreceptors. They send signals to your brain almost immediately, making touch one of the most primal and powerful ways to communicate."

You hold his gaze, letting your hand grab his cheek. Now your voice is soft but laced with curiosity. "And what exactly do you think touch is communicating right now?" 

His breath hitches slightly, his gaze flickering down to your arm as it reaches his face.

"I think," he says, his voice quieter now, "it’s.. saying a lot."

"Good," you murmur, leaning in just a little closer, "because I think I like what it’s saying."

Spencer’s eyes meet yours, wide and full of something you can’t quite put into words. And for the first time all night, he doesn’t hesitate, and in one swift motion, his lips are crashing into yours.

  The kiss started off soft and warm but quickly grew heated. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. You could practically feel his nervousness melting away as you two continued, replaced by confidence. Gone was the shy, awkward man from the bar.

You tilt your own head, your fingers sliding up to his head, tangling in his soft hair. Spencer's breath hitched at your touch, and he let out a quiet whine that sent shivers down your spine. For someone who looked and sounded to be inexperienced, he sure as hell didn't make it seem like that.

When you both pulled away, it wasn't forced, it was synchronized. You searched his face, cheeks flushed with a deep pink, and his eyes watery as he stared into yours. 

You both stood up from off the couch and pressed your lips together once again. But this time, it was slower, as you savored the way his hands gripped your hips.

 

Spencer broke the kiss this time, looking at you before saying, "Where's your bedroom?" You smirk, grabbing his hand and leading him to your bedroom before slamming the door shut. 

When you both finally make it to your bed, you lay down, him on top of you as his lips trail down your jaw to your neck. "God, you drive me insane, Y/N." He murmurs, his words muffled against your skin.

You tilt your head back, groaning as his lips continue to work against your skin. "Fuck, Spencer…" 

His hands fumble around your body until his fingers finally catch onto the zipper of your dress. His fingers quickly move to unzip it, then skillfully move to take the straps off your shoulders. You whine in disappointment as he takes his lips off of your neck to slide the dress down your body and off at your legs. He throws it somewhere on the floor before quickly going back to press his lips to yours.

You squirm as his fingers graze over your lace panties, practically teasing you in a place you need him most.

"Spencer…" you let out, huffing audibly. He quirks an eyebrow, the erection in his pants growing by the second.

"Yes, baby?" he coos, his fingers continuing to trace circles on your panties.

"I need you..." You whisper, embarrassed at your own neediness. He smirks, pretending to not hear you.

"You what? I need you to speak up for me," he teases, and this drives you mad. 

"I need you!" You yell in desperation, tired of the teasing. "I want you to… fuck me," you mumble, looking up into his eyes.

"Didn't exactly take you as a begger, Y/N," he snickers, continuing to look down on you. "But all you had to do was ask." His hands swiftly move to his pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He pulls them down, still stuck on his thighs.

He looks down and slowly moves your panties to the side. "Already wet, huh?" he teases. He then grabs your legs and swings them over his shoulders. "Ready?" he asks softly. You nod your head, squinting your eyes shut. 

When the tip of his cock hits your entrance, you squirm slightly, getting out a small whimper. "Oh, god…" you murmur.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he slams into you, making you let out a loud yelp as he continues to slide his cock in and out of you with swift movements. He groans, the feeling of your warm pussy making him throw his own head back. 

"Holy shit… you're so tight, baby…" he says breathlessly, the loud sounds of heavy breathing and clapping filling your bedroom. "Look at me," he demands. "I want to see those pretty eyes of yours."

You follow his command, your watery eyes looking into his wide brown eyes. "Fuck, Spencer… right there!" you're practically yelling at this point.

Both of your bodies are moving at the same time, practically glued together, stuck together like magnets as your body bounced on his cock. Your hands gripped your baby pink sheets harshly, knuckles turning white as you arched your back.

"Sweet girl… 'm going to come." he warns, breaking eye contact with you to throw his head back once again.

You finally feel relieved, knowing you were chasing your own high. "'M almost there, baby. Oh, god…" your voice cracking between each word, warning him of your own orgasm.

As you begin to rock your hips, you finally moan, "Come inside me, baby! Please, yes, please!" and that, finally drives him over the edge. 

As your body starts to give out, you and Spencer release at the same time. Feeling the warmth of his release spilling inside of you as you both moaned in one synchronized motion, making your own orgasm feel even better.

When he finally pulls out, his body collapses next to you, both of you breathing heavily as you try to catch your breath. You turn your head to look over at him, smiling softly.

"Well, I guess you can say you seduced me with your scientific facts," you admit, laughing lazily, which earns one out of him as well.

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[torifuckingspring]

the thing is. i can do whatever the fuck i want and be whoever the fuck i want because on the internet everyone knows you but no one knows you and it's fucking awesome

[chaostudee]

please please please, charles leclerc

summary : "please please please don't prove them right" charles leclerc has been labelled as a noterious playboy so when popstar starts y/n y/ln starts dating him she puts him in his place. warnings : language, suggestive content, hate comments. a/n : i acc have so much unfinished works in my drafts rnnn

y/nusername n1 in sydney.

liked by taylorswift, gracieabrams, tyla, and 4,628,925 others.

user72 ugh i love her so bad

username13 taylor liking is crazyy like she has been y/n's idol for years

user99 so so proud about how far she has come stopp i could cry

username222 sold out show in melbourne WHAT

fangirl truly the best night of my life (not an exaggeration i fear)

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y/nusername 48 hours in australia next to miami !!

》 TAYLOR MF SWIFT Y/N WHAT

》 cutest dump ever stfu

》 screamingggg

》 stopp she looks so happy let me sob 😭😭

》 confirmed she loves us aussies 🇦🇺

》 the dress was *chef kisses*

》 storytime rnnnn

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charlesleclerc miami prep 💪

liked by landonorris, carlossainz, scuderiaferrari, and 1,992,451 others.

user23 oh damn.

username788 holy shit i just woke up

f1fan oml

user00 i'm so jealous of any girl he has ever been with

user23 my dreams are just dreams 😫

f1lover podium plssss

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y/nusername guess where i am hehe

》 miami gp !!

》 is that charles's car i see 👀

》 "everybody is a ferrari fan"

》 y/n and f1 i'm here for it

》 oh great another influencer being invited to an f1 race

》 oh yessss

》 f1 omggg queen i love youuuu

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y/nusername a little pit stop before my show tonight ;)

liked by charlesleclerc, taylorswift, sadiesink and 2,728,667 others.

sadiesink ugh i had the best time

f1fan i'm not okay y/n and f1 MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING

user13 im shooketh

username22 omg sadie and y/n together again i love them smmm

f1lover OMG GUYS WHAT IF SHE WAS THERE FOR CHARLES

user72 this is too insane....but he did like her post so maybeee user23 omgg and on the podium he did wink at someone maybe it was her?!?! f1girl okay not to alarm anyone but i did see him walk into the paddock with y/n 🤭 user23 OMFG ACC

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charlesleclerc miami the city that keeps the roof blazing

liked by y/nusername, carlossainz, taylorswift and 4,729,901 others.

user23 i love charlos so bad pls never seperate them

f1fan oh girl....

user52 yesss charles back on the podium again

f1girl yesss the caption miami by will smith on toppp

f1lover are u dating y/n???

user626 yesss give the people what they want

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y/nusername miami you were amazing 💋

liked by taylorswift, charlesleclerc, chappellroan and 3,791,551 others.

user72 mommy

username90 we need the makeup routine rnn

fangirl the pose tonight was crazyyy

user52 omggg i was with my mum fangirl stoppp i would die

user00 her tour fits always eat so bad

f1fan in a perfect universe this would be my life

user22 okayyy what if charles was there?!?

f1lover y/n plsss come to monaco

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hotones video with y/n out now !!

liked by y/nusername, tyla, charlesleclerc and 426,829 others.

y/nusername I TOLD YOU TO CUT THAT PART OMG GOING TO GO KMS

user627 oop

username22 i mean she has a chance so she might as well shoot her shot

f1fan not charles in the likes this is so messy

user72 oh to have her confidence

username78 omggg she is such a legend for this

f1girl this interview was so good omggg

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charlesleclerc the best weekend of my life

liked by carlossainz, y/nusername, landonorris and 6,916,411 others.

y/nusername 💗

user62 girl f1fan wait was she there?? user62 nope

carlossainz finally

user562 i actually shed like real tears

f1girl so so proud

user90 im a new fan but this was emotional for me

username82 i hope he knows that we are all so happy for him

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messages between taylor and y/n

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y/nusername please please please out now hope you enjoy 🤭🫣

liked by charlesleclerc, landonorris, taylorswift and 7,291,081 others.

user72 NOW THIS IS A HARD LAUNCH

username90 i died dead

f1fan fuck idek who i want to be more

taylorswift omggg i'm so shocked i defo didn't know about this for months

y/nusername 😭😭 plsss ily

user62 THE MV WAS SO GODDAMN HOT THE WAY HE WAS LOOKING AT HER OMLLL

f1girl this is just so perfect

user90 i fear im in a state of shock rn

user52 im not even phased cause i saw it coming

landonorris can i plss be in a mv next plssss

user62 helpppp

username11 y/n my queen

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