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astonmartinii · 2 years ago

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big reputation part two | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem reader

a new season dawns but that doesn't mean we don't have a map to our buried hatchets

MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI? | PART ONE

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: ferrari has been home for as long as i can remember, even before i joined the academy, the dream of driving for ferrari gave me a purpose. i am heartbroken it hasn't worked out, but formula one is, at the end of the day, a selfish sport and i have to think about my real goal here: to win a championship. ferrari has an amazing history, but that is what it is history. in the four years i have been here i haven't seen the drive and ambition to be as ruthless and as complete as they were with michael and with kimi. therefore i have to leave. it hurts me to leave the tifosi, but know you're always in my heart and i will always hold dear your support. grazie regazzi essere ferrari ❤️

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user3: i knew it was coming but HOLY FUCK CHARLIE COME HOME

user4: tifosi lecfosi YES SIR

user5: for real i'm down for him not that clown team

yourusername: i'm proud of you charlie, i knew how much this took. but you have to put yourself first at some point. i love you

charles_leclerc: i love you too. i'm sorry i can't stop crying

yourusername: no i love that you are so passionate. it's been a long season and you're finally allowed to let it all out

charles_leclerc: can we go to a rage room?

yourusername: FUCK YEA

maxverstappen1: pretty please may i join. i have a lot of rage. call it teammate bonding?

charles_leclerc: give me a tow in bahrain quali?

maxverstappen1: fine (NO ONE SCREENSHOT THIS OR HOLD ME TO IT)

yourusername: at least this one i don't mind having to third wheel us

user6: the SHADE that's mother right there

user7: trying to stay insanely normal over the fact that max, charles and y/n are besties

pierregasly: congrats calmar, HOWEVER, i though i was your favourite third wheel 🥰

yourusername: but you bring kika ??? how can you third wheel if kika is there? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO COUNT?

charles_leclerc: thank you pear i love you brother

user8: i love how this is some super sentimental post and y/n is asking pierre if he can count i hope they never change

landonorris: max as fave third wheel ??? @alexalbon @georgerussll63 twitch quartet erasure

yourusername: womp womp

alexalbon: WOMP WOMP?

charles_leclerc: guys i'm sad about leaving my dream team where is the compassion?

georgerussell63: yeah boo hoo there are bigger things at play here I DID NOT SIT THROUGH YOUR TEN HOUR MELTDOWN ON AN APPROPRIATE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY GIFT NOT TO BE TOP THIRD WHEEL

yourusername: you fools really will argue about anything huh

landonorris: this is the sanctity of our friendship on the line here

user9: the grid was really like YOU might be sad about leave ferrari but we ain't

yourusername

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yourusername: holibobs with sharlie

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user10: i love as soon as the season finishes charles becomes THEE instagram boyf

user11: j.peg account? no. just taking photos of y/n? YES.

charles_leclerc: i have an eye for beauty

yourusername: heheheheheheehehehehehee

alexalbon: so he can use a camera? why does he only take 0.5s of me?

yourusername: the best angle for your big ol dome

alexalbon: EXCUSE ME ?

yourusername: yeah sorry that was a bit far

alexalbon: it's like you got off the ferrari leash and now we all have to suffer

yourusername: WELP

charles_leclerc: ma belle, the only one i'll actually listen to and put sun cream on

yourusername: yes you will because we...

charles_leclerc: put spf on everyday !!

yourusername: yes! because...

charles_leclerc: we're scared of aging?

yourusername: no?

charles_leclerc: we want to be safe 👍

maxverstappen1: you guys done with the kindergarten reading lessons?

yourusername: have you seen lobster leclerc? this kind of work needed to be done

user12: lobster leclerc? goodbye, goodbye, goodbye you were bigger than the whole sky

user13: see now i'm confused cause why are some papers saying that they're breaking up? or that charles is embarrassed by the way y/n acts?

user14: bestie we've been through this DON'T TRUST THOSE HOES - TRUST THESE HOES

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user15: unless i see it from the horse's mouth I WILL NEVER BELIEVE THEY'VE BROKEN UP

redbullracing

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redbullracing: charles the qualifying king takes his first pole position for red bull in his first race and is joined by max for a front row lockout

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user18: UNWELL

user19: suck on that ferrari xoxo

user20: *rubs eyes* is that... max being happy to be challenged by a teammate ???

user21: winning three championships really takes the heat off huh

yourusername: THAT'S MY MAN YALL

charles_leclerc: love you baby

yourusername: love you too darling

maxverstappen1: love you three 🫶

yourusername: this is not the problem i thought we'd have when coming to red bull

maxverstappen1: my gf can't make most of the races so you WILL deal with me

user22: max being clingy to charles and y/n is so fucking funny to me

user23: sainz not making it out of q1? shwartzman only making it to q2 but still out qualifying carlos? charles looking sexy in blue? EVERY TONGUE THAT RISES AGAINST CHARLES LECLERC SHALL FALL

christianhorner: mega job boys, let's keep our eyes on tomorrow

maxverstappen1: tell them they have to let me come to dinner with them

christianhorner: isn't this the exact reason we rehired daniel

charles_leclerc: PLEASE MAKE DANIEL COME TO THE NEXT RACE

maxverstappen1: erm rude

charles_leclerc: i'm sorry i'm not used to a teammate that actually wants to be friends for real

yourusername: EXCEPT SEB WE LOVE SEB

yourusername: but for real max emilian i am monitoring the dutch papers... be very careful

user24: healthy teammate relationships (for now) ??? is this what heaven is like

user25: are you telling me that if max doesn't get the lead in the first lap he might actually HELP charles .... a certain spanish individual could never

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: wow !! a 1 - 2 in our first race i couldn't be happier. this car is a dream to drive and i'm so grateful to red bull for being so welcoming. teamwork makes the dream work

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user26: tears in my eyes

user27: okay i understand both of them are like with their forever partners but lestappen is also real TWO THINGS CAN EXIST AT ONCE

yourusername: SHARLIE OMG YOU TALENTED, TALENTED KING

charles_leclerc: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

yourusername: crying sesh. sharlie's drivers room @ 8. bring your own alcohol and tissues

charles_leclerc: just to make sure everyone knows THESE ARE HAPPY TEARS

landonorris: SAP ALERT GET IT TOGETHER MAN

yourusername: i know lando no-wins ain't talking rn 🤨

charles_leclerc: you walked into that one buddy

landonorris: just because i'm friends with carlos doesn't mean you have to come after me like him ...

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yourusername: bold... real bold. you're lucky i'm doing meditation and yoga (and that i want to make a good impression on christian)

alexalbon: lando do NOT look at the text she just sent your your ego CANNOT take it

user28: no no no do spill... i need the ammo if he ever takes out my fave

user29: true i need it for the next time either of the ugly twins at ferrari open their gobs

oscarpiastri: it was brutal. they need to get y/n to host the reading challenge on drag race

yourusername: oscar knows drag race?

oscarpiastri: i might be an athlete but i'm not completely uncultured

maxverstappen1: if we're talking being cultured... GET READY FOR YOUR FIRST RED BULL PARTY

yourusername: born ready my university years singlehandedly financed your 'catering budget'

charles_leclerc: no really i think she's actually addicted to the tropical one

maxverstappen1: are you FUCKING KIDDING ME? IT WAS YOU WHO DRANK ALL OF THEM

yourusername: and what?

maxverstappen1: idk i'm still kinda scared of you

user30: the way charles deflected the questions about fred and sainz ? WE'RE FREEEEEEEEE

yourusername

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yourusername: i wanna be your end game <3

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user32: you guys better be end game or like you're paying for my therapy

user33: i respect her dedication to go to every race, make ferrari staff tremble in fear and pull LOOKS

charles_leclerc: i want to be your first string

yourusername: what if we just called taylor up?

charles_leclerc: you know here you call her i'm nervous

yourusername: @taylorswift paris night one, lover and this is me trying ft. charles on the piano?

taylorswift: sure thing

charles_leclerc: why was that so easy?

yourusername: better get practising baby

charles_leclerc: OH GOD

user34: how did we get red bull charles and a taylor collab in one year?

user35: i guess we used up charles' good luck from the last four years SORRY CHARLES

charles_leclerc: i guess you're forgiven...

maxverstappen1: so could you like tell me what you'd call me if i hypothetically fucked charles over... i'm not gonna but like i need to mentally prepare myself to hear it

yourusername: i have faith in you so i haven't thought that far ahead

maxverstappen1: can you please not be too mean i can't take it

charles_leclerc: you wanna come to therapy with me buddy?

maxverstappen1: i think i might

yourusername: when we entered the reputation era i did not think it would lead to taking max verstappen to therapy

maxverstappen1: and taylor swift?

yourusername: ... and taylor swift

user36: this is all very cute and all but can we have mean y/n back

user37: when will yall learn that reputation is a love album and y/n and charles are just loving each other freely

user38: but mean y/n did teach someone a lesson in not spreading false rumours cause them tabloids have been QUIET

f1tea

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f1tea: carlos sainz was caught liking these tweets about charles leclerc and y/n y/ln, what do you think?

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user45: put me in the ring with carlos i am being so serious

user46: okay for a while i was on the fence about y/n and how intense she was being but like seeing this shit and realising it was probably what was being said in the garage she needed to do more

user47: for real if someone said that about my boyfriend i'd be in prison

user48: so charles and y/n were under contract to not say a word out of line about ferrari or anything to do with ferrari and this guy is out here liking this

user49: call me a conspiracy theorist but this was his public account... he meant for people to find it and wants people to know this stuff

user50: this is why he DNFed in the first race KARMA

user51: maybe this is why he's always the one with relationship issues bro clearly has no loyalty

user52: charles has never said anything about him even now and y/n only said something in retaliation

user53: fuck peace and love y/n needs to give this man hell

user54: read him for filth

user55: bro needs to keep his twitter fingers to himself and focus on not being in the wall ❤️

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: this is why we can't have nice things, darling

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user56: this is the most response we'll ever get from charles i fear

user57: allow me to elaborate: this is why we can't have nice things by taylor swift is about 'forgiving' the people who wronged you but she literally says "and here's to you because forgiveness is a nice thing to do... i can't even say it with a straight face" so basically charles doesn't forgive carlos or fred. and it specifically shouts out her family and friends and lover for sticking with her which is what charles' family, friends and y/n have done

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user58: thank you for service

yourusername: i'm reading what they call you lately (it says you're a race winner and a title contender)

charles_leclerc: got a taste of the celebrations and can't get enough

maxverstappen1: KEEP IT PG THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE

charles_leclerc: you're older than me

yourusername: all we said were celebrations, if anything you have the dirty mind 🤨

maxverstappen1: i am usually in the room next to you, i hope this helps

charles_leclerc: our bad <3

maxverstappen1: you don't care do you?

yourusername: not really no. when we get to the same amount of wins as you maybe it'll wear off

maxverstappen1: not on my watch

user58: is this an entertaining title fight but without the bad blood?

user59: and nowhere near ferrari? bless

alexalbon: i hate that i understand all these references

yourusername: lily trained you well

lilymunhe: like a drill sergeant

yourusername: as you should

sebastianvettel: proud of you charlie, i'm glad you're not wasting your talent

charles_leclerc: i love you seb, i'm sorry it took so long

sebastianvettel: make sure you win here, we can be ferrari failures together

yourusername: *ferrari failed you

sebastianvettel: i knew there was a reason i liked you

fin.

note: SOZ. so like i am still working on requests but that radio message FUCKED ME UP. so this had to happen. glad my queen girls (max and charles) did well today, hope you enjoyed !!!

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seungcheorry · 6 months ago

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Could you do the members reaction to another’s members relationship? Like how the members interact with another’s s/o!! Idk why but I just had a thought of the members snickering at seungcheol being babied by his s/o in front of everyone, especially if he was being all “big and scary leader” before they came it.

how svt members interact with another's member s/o:

seungcheol - tries to be his cutest being, which isn't that hard. he's very polite, and he's the most likely member to call others out when they start to tease the couple (i.e let's say seungkwan and dokyeom are teasing wonwoo because he's with his s/o; seungcheol will tell them off, or just give them THEE leader side eye).

jeonghan - a fine line between teasing and being really chill. he will probably tell the member's s/o a funny story or two, especially if we're talking about the youngest members here (or mingyu, he just loves to mess with mingyu). but jeonghan also knows when to stop, his kind soul would never let the banter go way too far.

joshua - a gentleman. what more can i say? he doesn't play around - he might laugh if any of the members do, but that's about it. most likely to befriend a member's s/o too, because joshua doesn't like when people feel left out so he might engage in conversations with them and- oh, you like that band? that's crazy, he likes it too! and you know who recommended? your boyfriend! wow, life is crazy, isn't it?

jun - shyyy, shy boy. jun could never be rude to someone, especially someone one of his members love, but don't expect him to befriend them or something (at least not if they weren't friends already). he will answer and chat with them in social gatherings, but other than that he's just a quiet, comfortable acquaintace.

soonyoung - if you expected me to say that this boy will be talking and laughing 24/7 and a menace, you're wrong. soonyoung draws the line when it comes to relationship - he knows things are always hectic for everyone in the group, so whenever he sees one of his members with their s/o he just warmly smiles to himself and let them be. will probably befriend some of them though, but that's about it. don't count on him to tease or anything.

wonwoo - it really depends. he's probably very much like soonyoung, but if we're talking about mingyu's s/o then that might be a bit different. they're always together, so wonwoo will probably grow fond of that person, feel comfortable around them. other than that, i don't see him being too chatty, too "i gotta be bffs with them", you know?

jihoon - okay, at this point i feel like i'm repeating myself. the entire 96 line will act similar, so it wouldn't be different with jihoon. he might joke around a bit more than the others at some point (let's say, one of his members is with that person for many years now), because he will see them as family. but that's about it, i guess.

seokmin - oh, seokmin is the cutest. he can be quite shy around them, especially if they're the s/o to one of his hyungs, but his charm will help him befriend them. always has that sweet smile on his face, and doesn't shy away to tease his members with kisses and hugs in front of their s/o. "ya, why won't you let me kiss you? is it because your partner is here?". good luck to seventeen, i guess.

mingyu - too shy to tease. mingyu will probably be that person who will quietly laugh at the jokes thrown at the couple, and maybe call out the member if it goes too far too. but don't be scared, he's the most likely member to befriend the members' partners too, right beside joshua, so engage in a conversation with him and in two business months, he'll be hiding behind you as he runs away from one of his hyungs at a gathering.

minghao - it really depends on the type of person. if minghao clicks with the s/o, then he's gonna talk to them and try to befriend, even joking a little with a "ya, you better not let them go, you hear me?" to his member. if he doesn't click, then of course he's gonna be polite overall, but don't expect him to engage in conversations or joke around.

seungkwan - a teaser, but in a good way. seungkwan will probably throw some light jokes to the couple only so the s/o can feel comfortable around him, to light up the mood, you know? seungkwan is very friendly and an entertainer to the core, so he tries his best to befriend or at least make the s/o feel at home because if they are important to any of his brothers then he thinks they deserve to feel at ease too.

vernon - vernon is one of the members who would take the longest to warm up to someone's s/o. not because he doesn't like them, but because vernon seems like the type of person who's really careful about the people he let into his life. he's always polite, would gladly hold a conversation with them on a gathering (especially if we're talking abou seungkwan's s/o), but that's about it, i guess. he will only truly befriend them after the relationship is going for a long time.

chan - my pretty, little polite boy. he will act like the younger brother he already is, initiating a conversation with them as soon as he has the chance, but being so careful not to make them feel overwhelmed (especially if there is another member trying to tease the couple or whatever). chan knows how his brothers can get sometimes.

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notlongtolove · 7 months ago

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in eternal lines

spencer’s mind—brilliant and boundless—was one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place. but when the deadlines are looming, it takes everything in you not to snap. because while you’re good at literature because you have to be, spencer's great at it because, well, he’s spencer.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (second person, no y/n)

genre: angst, comfort, fluff... i don't know anymore

content: student!reader gets kinda pissy and snappy but she has a 3000 word essay due and a fever so go easy on her. and spencer is spencer, so patient, so kind :'

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note: as a literature major this was extremely self-indulgent... i'm sorry. i love lit student reader and i hope you guys do too! also aptly titled after the one and only sonnet 18 because it was the first poem we were given read in uni <3 (reader is basing her essay on george macdonald's 'the princess and the goblin' and isaac watts' 'divine songs' if anyone is curious; but don't read too deeply into her lines about it because i submitted that essay weeks ago and it's been relinquished it from my mind oops)

a line: You’d decided then and there that if you couldn't break the glass ceiling, you'd make a comfortable home just beneath it. Always looking up, never quite breaking through.

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. - william shakespeare

You love your boyfriend. Truly, you do. After all, who else would sift through pages of Whitman’s dense poetry with you or debate whether Rossetti was really referencing Eve’s bite of the apple in Goblin Market? Nobody else ever cared enough to try. Spencer’s mind—brilliant and boundless—was one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place.

So yes, you love your boyfriend. But when deadlines are looming, and submission dates are bearing down on you, it takes everything in you not to snap. Because while Spencer can dissect poetry and prose with an ease that seems almost otherworldly, you sometimes feel the weight of comparison pressing on you. You’re good at it too—of course you are, you have to be. You’re pursuing a degree in it forgodsakes. But Spencer? He’s great at it because, well, he’s Spencer.

And while you can hold your own most days, a fair challenger when you come back from a particularly intriguing lecture too layered to dissect by yourself, there are times you feel like you’re running to keep up. Spencer will pull references from texts and obscure sources you haven’t even heard of, leaving you struggling to connect the dots. And that’s just literature. When he dives into his other passions—you don’t even bother to compete. Instead, you resign yourself to the couch, nodding and asking questions during the rare moments you can sort of follow the thread of his thoughts.

Having an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory does have its perks. Everyone knows that.

Your friends see it too. Like today when one of them stopped by between classes to return an essay you’d been stressing over for days.

“Well, don’t you look fantastic,” she teased, smirking. “Guessing those leftovers weren’t as ‘fine’ as you thought?”

“Don’t even start,” you mutter, weakly grabbing the paper from her hands as you lean on the doorframe. You flip through the pages marked in red ink quickly with the little strength you have, eyes scanning briefly through the comments before you’re on to the next page, next page, next page. They’re not what you’re looking for.

And then you see it. There on the last page, a definite red circle around it: B+.

You’d expected it of course. B+—your ever-reliable benchmark. It's a mark of consistency you've been forced to be contented with. It wasn’t horrendous. It wasn’t amazing. It was fine. But you’d worked hard on this one. You’d hoped, maybe, for something more. You’d expected it, and yet, you don’t know why you still feel a pinch of disappointment.

“How’d you do?” you ask grimly, fighting the nausea creeping up your throat.

“Same,” she replies nonchalantly, scrolling through her phone.

You nod, trying not to dwell on the fact that she’d seen your grade before you did.

“Oh, you know it’s always the same,” she adds with a wry smile. “Solidly subpar, as per tradition.”

The phrase stung a little more now than it had when you’d coined it back in your first year. Back when, after a string of middle-of-the-road grades, you’d decided then and there that if you couldn't break the glass ceiling, you'd make a comfortable home just beneath it. Always looking up, never quite breaking through.

“Whatever, it was only 20% anyway,” she shrugs.

“Yeah…” you reply weakly, though the disappointment still gnaws at you. You can’t quite shake it. Maybe it’s because deep down, you know you do care—no matter how often you tell yourself you’ve accepted the fate of being perpetually average. You still want, so quietly, so desperately, to be something more. You’ve always had a love for literature: the way words flow across a page, imbuing meaning into simple phrases, transforming them into art. You’ve always admired the beauty of it. But passion doesn’t translate to academic brilliance, and appreciation doesn’t equal A grades. It’s a hard truth you’ve come to learn.

“How was class?” you ask, trying to steer your mind away from its current spiral. “We still on Faerie Queene?”

“Mhmm,” she hums, rolling her eyes. “Kristoff’s still rambling on and on about virtue and chastity. Ha. Imagine me living in those times—at the rate I ghost men, I’d be a certified whore.”

“Well, actually, they’d probably get to you first,” Spencer interrupts as he steps out of the bedroom, his tone slipping into that familiar, matter-of-fact cadence. “Virtue and chastity were considered to be absolute truths in the 16th century. A woman’s value was intrinsically tied to her perceived purity, which of course, was a reflection of her family’s honor.”

If you weren’t so ill, you would’ve laughed at her face—eyes wide, mouth slightly open in disbelief.

“And then there’s the public shaming,” he continues, leaning casually against the doorframe with his hands tucked into his pockets already miles deep into his thoughts. “In fact, the entire allegory of Book III revolves around chastity as a cornerstone of moral virtue. Witch trials in the late 16th and 17th centuries often targeted women who were thought as sexually deviant or independent, framing their ‘sins’ as some sort of evidence that they were consorting with the devil—”

He pauses, glancing between you and your friend. “So yeah… considering all that, if you’d ‘ghosted’ a few men back then, they probably would’ve gone straight to accusations of witchcraft or worse.”

Your friend stares at him, “...Right. Good to know,” she says, blinking slowly.

“But you know, Edmund Spenser intended The Faerie Queene to be a moral guide for young men,” he adds as an afterthought, realizing he’s just indirectly affirmed your friend’s self-deprecating joke. Spencer shifts awkwardly but can’t help himself by continuing, “It was meant to instil chivalric virtues to shape a model English gentleman. So technically, your interpretation is, um, modern at best.”

Her expression—equal parts baffled, impressed, maybe even a little scared—almost makes you forget how sick you feel.

“So…” she says after a pause, “I’m guessing you’re Spencer?”

“I am,” he replies simply.

“Well,” she says, drawing the word out, “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

Spencer offers a smile, “Likewise.”

“Anyway… I’m off.” She slings her bag over her shoulder, “Essay’s not gonna write itself. This one’s 30% by the way. God, I hate Kristoff but Burton’s a close second for sure.”

You wince at the reminder, the weight of your unfinished work pressing on you. The brief called for at least three secondary sources, and you’ve barely scratched the surface.

“Feel better soon, sweetie,” she says, offering you a sympathetic look. You manage a weak smile in return.

“Bye Spencer,” she says, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. “Take care of her for me, will ya?”

“Will do,” he says curtly, giving a small wave as you close the door behind her.

A moment later, your phone buzzes. He’s cute, her text reads. Another follows immediately: And basically a walking Wikipedia.

You start typing a response, but another text pops up before you can send it: Don’t dog on us for using ChatGPT now. You huff and click your phone off instead, tossing it aside.

Therein lies another source of stress. Spencer is always happy to help you untangle a difficult text or interpret a dense poem, but he draws the line when it comes to your academic work. He never interferes directly. You’ve seen it yourself—The first time you handed him your laptop to review an essay, he’d made his comments verbally, pointing at sections on the screen while explaining his critiques in detail, but never actually touching the keyboard. You’d brought it up during an argument once, after a particularly crushing grade. Your frustration had spilled over: You’re smarter. You type faster. Why can’t you just fix it? But Spencer had only responded with something about “academic integrity” and the importance of maintaining the “code of conduct.” The conversation ended there, and after that, you stopped asking.

Even yesterday, when you managed to scrape together 300 words for a draft, you’d handed your laptop to him, and again, he was careful to keep his boundaries. Too drained to make edits in real-time, you’d expected—maybe hoped—that he might step in more directly. Instead, Spencer quietly switched the document to “suggesting” mode, marking up your draft with precise yet detached annotations, never infiltrating or overstepping your own words. Spencer Reid is and always will be a stickler for rules. You try to hold yourself to the same standard. You steer clear of AI, no matter how tempting it might be. You know better. Well, that and because Spencer would never let it slide.

But now it’s late and the thought of letting some website churn out polished, perfectly phrased sentences for you in seconds has never felt more tempting. The nausea has faded, leaving behind a fever in its place. Spencer’s in the living room, reading. You’d banished him to the couch—even the faint sound of pages turning, not to mention the speed at which he reads, was enough to derail your already fragile train of thought. You’d felt bad of course; he’d made soup for you earlier, fed it to you and everything. But with this essay worth 30% of your grade and your 300 words barely scratching the surface of the 3,000-word requirement, you don’t have it in you to be oh-so-sweet and ever-so-grateful. Not right now. You’ve nailed down the introduction—a quick overview of historical context, a sweeping statement on the authors’ intents. But now, the real challenge looms: The thesis. And you’re utterly stuck.

This essay argues that… that…

You groan in frustration, flopping back against the pillows. So much for children’s literature. You’d chosen this class thinking it’d be an easy ride—fairy tales and picture books, how hard could it be? Yet here you are, being tasked with dissecting the significance of form and language. Now, the simple language and pretty pictures are anything but your friend, doing nothing to help further your argument. Your head throbs, your mouth feels like sandpaper, and the brilliant points you’d thought of in last week’s class are nowhere to be found, lost in the haziness of your mind. With a defeated sigh, you peel back the sheets and shuffle out of the bedroom, laptop in hand, every joint aching in protest. Spencer looks up from his book as the rustle of sheets catches his attention. His heart aches slightly when he sees you in the doorway, clutching your laptop and looking every bit as pitiful as you feel. He sets his book to the side.

“How’s it going, honey?” he asks sympathetically, even though he already knows the answer from the state of you.

“It’s barely going,” you admit with a yawn, tears prickling at your eyes from the force of it. They only add to your overall air of defeat as you cross the room and crawl into his lap, laptop balanced precariously on the armrest. “Brain’s foggy, can’t think straight,” you murmur in incomplete sentences.

“Finalized your thesis yet?” he asks again, his voice gentle but patient. You shake your head, sinking deeper into his chest—It’s a silent surrender, as if giving in to the exhaustion and frustration that’s been building up. Spencer notices, brushing your hair gently away from your face, his hand cool against your hot skin. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re burning up, hon,” he says softly, voice full of concern. “Why don’t we get you to bed, take a break for tonight, hm? You can work on this tomorrow.”

Tomorrow. The thought of putting everything off feels like both a relief and a burden. The idea of sleep has never seemed more appealing. But then, the thought of letting this drag on for another day—of pushing the finish line even further out of your reach fills you with dread. But you know you’re not in any state to be working on anything right now, let alone something worth 30% of your final grade. You know that you can’t focus, not when your body feels like it’s ready to give up and when your mind can barely hold onto a coherent thought. “Tomorrow, okay?” Spencer prompts again, calm and gentle. You know he’s right, so, despite the gnawing anxiety in the back of your mind, you nod. “Okay.”

Spencer doesn’t push, just gives you a small, reassuring smile as he stands. Every movement feels like a chore as he guides you back to bed but the warmth of the blankets and the prospect of rest is more than enough motivation. He tucks you in, his touch comforting and steady. You feel like a weight has been lifted, albeit temporarily. Either way, it’s enough for now. You close your eyes, the thought of picking up where you left off tomorrow seeming almost bearable.

You wake to the sunlight filtering through the curtains. It takes a moment for your brain to adjust to the new day, the stress of yesterday not entirely gone. But as you sit up, stretching slowly, mind less hazy and joints less achy, you feel a renewed determination, a flicker of focus that was nowhere to be found last night. Your mind is still whirling with fragments of ideas, half-formed arguments, and theoretical connections when Spencer strolls in with a cup of something warm for you.

“Tea.” he announces, handing it to you with a small, triumphant smile. “Decaffeinated.”

You frown, rubbing sleep from your eyes. “Need coffee.”

“Studies say caffeinated beverages stimulate the colon,” he counters matter-of-factly.

“Eww,” you groan, wrinkling your nose at him. “Why’d you have to say it like that?”

“Exactly like that,” he replies without missing a beat, his tone precise and measured. “You’ve just recovered, and everyone knows caffeine is a gastrointestinal irritant.’

You huff, taking the mug from him. “Fine, but if I don’t finish this essay, it’s on you.” Spencer raises an eyebrow, completely unbothered by your protest. “Somehow, I think you’ll survive.”

You grumble under your breath but take a tentative sip of the tea anyway. It’s not what you wanted, but you can’t deny that he’s probably right—he usually is. The warmth seeps through the mug into your hands, grounding you just enough to pull your laptop over from the bedside table. Its practically empty screen blinks back up at you, as though it’s been waiting patiently all night. Hi again. Still here. Still empty.

Spencer takes a peek at your screen and you can’t help but glare half-heartedly at the mug in his hands. Of course, it’s coffee. He’d get to enjoy caffeine while insisting you couldn’t. Typical.

“So, I was thinking…” you start, deciding to let the injustice slide for now as you scroll through your document.

“Hmm?” He looks up, his gaze meeting yours over the rim of his cup.

“What if I say that MacDonald’s pedagogy was more effective for children because Watts’s text was too directive. That works, right?” You look up, scanning his face for some form of agreement.

“That’s hardly arguable honey,” his words land softly, but you still feel your shoulders sag. “It’s an observation.”

"But—look at the words they use! It's so different. Here, look at the tone," you insist, nudging your laptop toward him. "There has to be something to be said about that, right?"

Spencer leans in, glancing at your screen before looking back at you. His expression is calm, composed, and maddeningly reasonable. "Watts’s text was meant to be read as a textbook. Of course it’s directive. You know that."

Do you? You think you don't know much at this point. You don’t know what you know, and you don’t know what you don’t know. You groan, dragging your hands down your face as if you could physically scrape the frustration away. Darn you, Isaac Watts. Darn you, pedagogical learning. Darn you, whoever had the audacity to name this course a simple exploration into the history of children’s literature.

Before you can wallow further, Spencer slides your laptop away. “How about we brush our teeth before crying over educational theories for children in the 18th century?” he suggests, his voice light. You sigh dramatically, dragging yourself to your feet like it’s some Herculean effort. When you shuffle back from the bathroom, hair slightly damp from washing your face, Spencer has taken over your spot on the bed, laptop resting on his legs as he scrolls through some article. He glances up when you flop down beside him with an exaggerated sigh.

"Feel better?" he asks, the faintest trace of a smirk on his lips.

"Not at all," you grumble. You don’t let him know that the brief pause in frustration has given your head just enough space to try again.

It’s been hours, but you’ve finally narrowed down your thesis. It’s not amazing—far from it—but it’s something. It’s arguable, at least. Spencer’s been relegated back to the living room, his presence a vague hum in the background as you attempt to focus. You’d claimed you worked better in bed, though Spencer’s tried (and failed) to prove with statistics and studies that it’s just a placebo effect, a lie your brain insists on believing.

But right now, none of that matters. You have a thesis and on that note, an essay to begin. Or, at least, the faintest glimmer of one. And that’s when you hit a wall. Again. You sit cross-legged, laptop perched on your knees as you stare at the cursor, blinking like it knows you’re stuck. You wish it would stop judging you. You drag yourself—and your laptop thats become an extension of your body at this point—into the living room like a child seeking comfort. Spencer barely looks up from his article when you slump into the couch next to him.

“What about this?” You straighten your back, determined to sound confident this time, even if you're not sure where you're going with it. “What if I say that MacDonald’s use of fantasy is critical because it creates like, an emotional bridge and that makes it more effective for moral teaching and—”

“Well, yes," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Spencer doesn’t even look up from his article. "But that’s kind of a subpoint, honey.”

You stiffen, irritation rising like bile in your throat. “It’s not a subpoint. It’s a point.”

He shifts in his seat, eyes flicking up, finally meeting yours. His tone isn’t dismissive, but it might as well be. “How is that significant? What does it build toward?”

You grit your teeth. “Ugh, you sound like Kristoff.” You mutter, more to yourself than to him. You know it’s not fair to snap, but your patience is paper thin. You can feel the fever creeping back into your skin, and you’re not sure if it's the heat or the mounting pressure, but suddenly everything feels like a little too much.

“Fine,” you say, swallowing your frustration, trying again. “What if I say that MacDonald’s narrative style is more progressive because it like, engages the reader’s emotions directly? And that’s why Watts’ text feels scarier?”

Spencer pauses. For a moment, you think you’ve finally hit something solid, his eyes narrowing just enough to show he’s intrigued. “And how are you planning to argue that?”

“Well, um… um—I… I don’t know!” You exhale sharply, throwing your hands up in exasperation. You sink back against the cushions, frustration seeping into your bones. “Something about how MacDonald’s vibe is all nice and charming while Watts is all like, ‘learn this or else’.

“Sure I guess…” Spencer acknowledges, nodding slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But you’ll need more than vibes and a strong dislike of Watts to support it sweetheart.”

“Gee, thanks,” you say bitterly, rolling your eyes.

He chuckles softly, a sound that’s too calm, too collected, and somehow that makes it worse. He’s not wrong, but you’re still pissed off. You take a breath, steeling yourself for the next round of dissection. “Okay, then what if I say that MacDonald lets kids think for themselves, and Watts... doesn’t. Because of his moral authority and intellectual agency and whatever.”

Spencer’s eyebrows rise, just a fraction, but it’s enough. You feel a flicker of something—relief, maybe? It’s hard to say. His voice has shifted, just slightly, less detached now, more engaged. “You can build on that.”

“Really?” you ask, suddenly more hopeful than you’d like to admit.

“Really,” he confirms, leaning back in his chair. But then he tilts his head and furrows his brows in a way that makes you want to throw your laptop at him. “But you’ll need to define those terms and back it up with examples. Otherwise, it’s just a claim.” Of course.

“God, you’re making this so much harder than it needs to be!” you snap, the irritation rising in your throat. “I get it, okay? I need examples. But you’re not even letting me work out a point before you just, I don’t know, shit all over it.” Spencer’s eyes widen, and for a second, you almost feel bad for snapping at him.

“I’m just trying to help,” he says gently, but there's something in the way he says it—just a little too patient—that makes you bristle. You hate how right he always is, how calm he always looks, how much care he always has in his eyes even when you’re acting out.

“You’re trying to help?” you repeat incredulously, shaking your head. “You’re poking holes in everything!” Even in your feverish haze, you know you’re being cruel—but you just can’t help it. All you can think about is how everything is slipping away, how your thoughts won’t line up, how your head is starting to hurt again. You’re not even sure if you’re angry at him anymore, or just angry at everything else.

Spencer doesn’t answer right away. He glances at your screen again, a mess of quotes and bulletpoints. “I just want to make sure it’s solid, honey,” he says finally, his tone softer.

You scoff. “Yeah, well, you tore apart whatever solid lead I thought I had after two hours of work in just about five minutes, so thanks for that,” words tumbling out before you can stop them. Spencer’s silence hangs heavy in the air, and for a moment, neither of you speak. “Just… just let me get through this.”

Spencer sits there for a moment, just enough for you to feel the weight of the tension shift in the room. “I’m not saying you can’t get through it. I just want you to get through it right,” he says carefully, his voice quiet but insistent. “That’s all.” There’s no judgment in his voice, just care.

But the heat, the fever, it’s all swirling inside you, and you can’t hold it together much longer. “Of course you are…” you mutter bitterly, already regretting everything you’ve said. It feels like every step forward just leads you straight into another wall, and you’re just too tired to keep going. It’s not that you want to push him away or that you don’t appreciate his help. You’re just too irritable, too exhausted. You just want the whole damn essay to be done—and you wish you didn’t need his help to make it happen. You want to yell, to throw something, to demand that the world stop spinning long enough for you to catch your breath. But all that comes out is a hollow, defeated sigh.

You feel like you're drowning and you don’t want to drag him under with you. “I’m just…” You stop yourself, swallowing hard, trying to gather whatever little strength you have left. “I’m just so tired.”

Spencer looks at you, eyes full of concern, but it doesn’t help. You don’t want sympathy. You want to be better—to be able handle all of this. You want to be able to write this damn essay on goddamn children’s books without falling apart. And it doesn’t help that you’re falling apart in front of Spencer. The same Spencer who can recite verses from Paradise Lost at the drop of a hat. You’d almost burst into tears the last time he did it after it had taken you an entire week just to decipher and analyze a single chapter with any real confidence. You can’t help but feel that pang of inadequacy every time he breezes through something you’ve struggled with, even if he doesn’t mean to make it look so effortless. You hate yourself for it. You can’t find a way to shake the feeling that you’re not doing enough, not good enough. Not for yourself, not for him. You feel the sting of it, it’s pressing on your chest, suffocating.

“I just… just feel like I can’t keep up with any of it.” You don’t say it with any anger, just exhaustion. It’s not even directed at him anymore—it’s just the fact that you feel so stuck, so far behind where you should be, where you so badly want to be. “Like I can’t keep up with you.”

Oh. Spencer feels his heart sink. He’s always prided himself on being able to read people. He should’ve known better. He’d been so focused on helping, so intent on pushing you to reach the level he knows you’re capable of, the level he knows you want to be at—even if you keep telling yourself you don’t. The fever, the deadlines, the constant pushing—he should’ve known that it was all too much.

“You don’t have to keep up with me honey, I’m right here with you,” he says, trying to get you to look up at him. You can’t meet his gaze. You feel guilty for snapping, for letting the frustration slip out, but you’re not rational enough right now to pull yourself out from this spiral of self-pity. It’s easier to stay here, in the anger, the frustration, than to face the embarrassment of it all.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, his voice tinged with regret. “I didn’t mean to make things harder for you.” Spencer takes your hand, cautiously, testing the waters. He knows you don’t exactly want to be touched right now. He knows it makes you feel coddled. He pauses, waiting for your reaction. When you don’t push him away, he gains the confidence to cradle your face gently. You don’t resist, your tired eyes meeting his, heavy with sadness and Spencer thinks he can actually feel his heart break.

“You’re doing just fine sweetheart. You’re not falling behind. You’re just stressed. And sick.” He knows you’re feeling fragile, like any comfort might smother you so he threads forward lightly. “This essay? You’ll get it done. I promise.” It sounds right, and yet it doesn’t really help. It doesn’t stop the doubt that’s eating at you, the sense that you’re just not measuring up to everything you want to be. You feel like you’re barely treading water, no matter how hard you swim, the shore never gets any closer.

But for now, Spencer’s words are enough to quiet the panic—a buoy in your sea of sadness threatening to pull you under. You cling to it, knowing you’ll have to start swimming again soon. But for this moment, you allow yourself to stop. A beat. A pause. A breath—Just for now.

It’s only the next day that you manage to get the words on the page, not in any smooth, brilliant way, but they’re there. The sentences form, sometimes haltingly, sometimes with more confidence, until the essay is painfully but finally done. Not perfect, but it’s done. Relief washes over you, even as exhaustion lingers.

The moment you hear the front door open, you practically leap up, laptop in hand, meeting Spencer before he can even take his shoes off. He raises an eyebrow, setting his bag down as you both settle onto the couch. Without a word, you hand over the laptop, nerves bubbling beneath the surface. You wait with bated breath as he begins to scroll, your laborious effort displayed in black and white. The sound of the touchpad clicking feels louder than it should in the quiet room. He asks a few questions, here and there—clarifications, mostly. Questions you answer with ease, surprising even yourself with the confidence in your responses. He nods along, his expression thoughtful, but not critical. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Spencer looks up, eyes bright, a proud smile on his face. “It looks great, honey. You did a really good job.”

You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face at his praise. “Really?” Spencer leans in, cupping your cheek gently, and presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Really.” When he pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours for a moment, his hand still cradling your cheek. “You worked so hard on this,” he murmurs. “So proud of you.”

Your chest tightens, but in a good way, and you can’t stop yourself from leaning forward to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring the comfort he always seems to bring. “Now," he pulls away just enough to smirk, "can I have my bedroom back, or should I just start setting up camp on the couch?” You laugh, rolling your eyes, but it’s full of affection. “Don’t even start.” Spencer chuckles, his arm slipping around your waist as he pulls you closer, the tension of yesterday long forgotten.

When you get your paper back, you flip through the pages, one after the other, looking for the feedback, waiting for the corrections, the marks that tell you where you inevitably went wrong.

Next page. Next page. Next page.

And then, there it is. On the last page, in a definitive red circle, unmistakable: A.

It’s an A.

A goddamn A.

It doesn’t feel like a one-time fluke, not exactly, but you can’t shake the thought that this might be the only time you break through the glass ceiling you’ve spent so long looking up at. And who knows, maybe you’ll never push past it again. But for now, you allow yourself to relish in this singular moment of triumph. It’s enough. It’s more than enough.

Because now you know that the other side is real, and that you can get there. But Spencer, the genius, the enigma, who’s always been a step ahead of everyone in everything academic, has always known.

And while everyone knows that an A in an essay that’s only a partial percentage of your overall grade isn’t anything compared to what he’s achieved, nothing compared to the academic milestones he’s already crossed—Still, he’s here, celebrating with you. You can see it in his eyes, even if he knows you’re not one to make a big deal of these kinds of things. His quiet joy is evident in the way he grins that little grin of his, the one that’s only for you.

So, in summary, in essence, in all the words and ways you could possibly use to phrase a conclusion—You love your boyfriend. Truly, you do. After all, who else would read through your entire syllabus for the semester (frustratingly quickly), just because he knows you understand better when you can talk things out? Who else would patiently stick around, exiled to the couch in their own home, while you’re exhausted, irritable, and buried in deadlines? Nobody else ever cared enough to try. Spencer’s mind—though brilliant and boundless—isn’t the only reason why you fell for him.

Because when the world feels too heavy, when the never ending lines of poetry and prose become too difficult to untangle by yourself, Spencer’s there reminding you—ever so gently, ever so steadily—that you can make it through, one word at a time.

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mina-org · 3 months ago

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young thing on the down town scene

୨୧ yandere!aged up!mafia!John Price x reader

୨୧ tw: reader has a kid, stalking, misunderstanding, price has internalised toxic masculinity and talk of a shitty dad, implied kidnapping

୨୧ a part of the Art Deco series, I got really frustrated and just posted it.

୨୧ word count: 2600ish

"Uh, sweetheart?" Kyle taps the door gently, interrupting you're 30 minutes of peace, "Mr Price is here to see you. I wouldn’t want to disturb ya but the boss is in a proper sour mood, need ya to sweeten him up for us, yeah?"

You nod. it had become a common occurrence now, one of his business deals or whatever he did would go wrong and Kyle or Johnny or ghost would drop him off and you’d entertain him, make him endless drinks, tell him about your studies or just listen to him ramble endlessly. Your back turned away from the door as you pack up your lunch, cleaning up any dishes you had dirtied.

"sweetheart?" Alessia’s voice is hardly above a whisper as she moves closer. "Mr price is closing the shop earlier but he wants to talk to you about like an audit thing I think."

" Of course," you reply, not even bothering to look up and met her eyes, she nice, a little quiet, but nice. it was a fine line, pay too much attention to a coworker? they’d be fired. come off as disliking them? fired.

it was a balancing act you usually failed at, if price’s eyes weren't glued on you he had Kyle watching you and usually ghost watching him. Johnny used to come but you laughed a little too hard at one too many jokes so now he smokes outside, in hell or high-water, once he waited in the hail for like 30 minutes, you weren't sure if that was a punishment to Johnny or a warning, probably both.

John grins, taking in the familiar scene of the coffee shop around him, customers, staff, his own men all file out and, finally, he’ll have sometime alone with his sweetheart. His eyes shine as they lock onto you. You stir his tea, in his cup, as you stand in clothes he brought, you stand in his kitchen, well not his home kitchen but he’s working on it.

As if reading his thoughts, Kyle leaves, in thee blink of an eye, he’s gone. The cafe is empty.

It’s just you and price.

crickets

A shiver runs down your spine, sure Mr price, no John, is nice, play dumb he likes it. while he’s never done anything physical, he’s always gone a little or a lot too far. Though your complaints fell on death ears, your friends said you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, and if you really wanted to discourage you probably wouldn’t take him up on every offer; he paid you double the normal salary and you only worked every other weekend, you could afford to go back to uni, a childminder and a vacation loomed in your future, something you didn’t think you’d be able to give your baby. it was too perfect and you didn't want to upset him, didn’t want to take opportunities away from your baby, you can only imagine the tsunami of wreath that would wash over you if you ever quit. John claimed to hold loyalty in high regard, he reminded you, every time. it felt like you were in too deep and it was just easier to play dumb and smile, and hope that women Kate wouldnt get the wrong idea and show up at the cafe, or worse the flat .

“sugar and milk? you ask softly, “not on rations anymore, sunshine.”

sunshine. suddenly all the thoughts of revenge plots, red spots that stain his hands, the fear of letting down his boys, are all washed away when you say that. you watch his face morph into that of a quokka but you have to keep track on all the shady stuff. But, suddenly you don’t wanna question who Kate is (shady), or why she messages him so much (shady 2x), or why he has 10 fingers in 10 different pies (shady 3x), rather why aren’t they in you, yet.

“Go on then,” he says, sitting with a big huff, “ya spoilin’ me sweetheart.”

"How's school been going? you enjoying it? not too much for ya, was never that arty me self." he says, slightly scoffing at the idea of an art degree, price always assumed that stuff spoke for itself but his girl didn't need to worry about a job, he'd take care of you and you could do endless art degrees, as long as you came home to him.

Soon his tea lays in front of him, his thighs spreading, one hand laying on his inner thigh, material pulled taut. He looks so inviting, you could stop avoiding his advances, stop playing dump, but you dont know anything about him and while he talked a lot he said nothing at all. and it was on purpose, you knew that. you were playing the same game.

you open your mouth to talk, assure him that a little sugar hurt never anyone and that school wasn't too much, until a metallic shriek stops you, price is immediately to his feet, guiding you to hide behind the counter, before his usually heavy footsteps turn stealthy and he disappears out the back. A few more metal clangs, the walk in slamming and eventually Brooke? no, no, not his name. One of Kyle’s friend. Brooks, or something, they all had like multiple names, more shady shit, what does bravo six even mean? and why was Kate saved as watcher in his phone? he was obviously just trying to hide his wife or some shit. He’s a man! horrible! ew! you can’t fall for another shitty man.

You don't miss his narrowed eyes, unstable glint shining through as he guides brooks out. His face screaming for silence for Brooks to just, shut the fuck up but the younger man doesn't catch it. “I didn’t mean to disturb you ‘n ya missus” he says, the shit eating grin, you hear something about John robbing the cradle as he’s being dragged out. That look haunts you, you don’t see it often and it’s never directed for you.

You can’t get involved with him. He’s a weird, creepy boss in disguise of a DILF. Your actions have consequences beyond you, echoes in your head.

He’s soon back, ordering you to sit with him and you do, you don’t want to deal with him, much less him angry.

“Ignore him sweetheart, he’s a proper muppet.” His voice is gruff and you nod.

“alessia mentioned an audit,” you say taking a sip of your drink, trying to stir the conversation to a nothing topic, John just says theres an audit when he’s not getting enough attention, of course he’ll talk about standards for a bit but than he’ll start prodding, trying to dissect you.

Soon enough it’s 5, and you can finally cut him off, he knows the look, knows you’ve been watching the clock compulsively since 4:30, which he tries to ignore, only commenting on it a few times. He wants your attention, he can only imagine how you would look when he proposes, the adoration you would send him as he slides the ring onto your finger make it all worth it, all the bloodshed, firing, everything.

“I hate to say, but I've gotta go home John.” Doe eyes gleaming up at him, you look so sorry and so pretty, all for him. You bring your purse to rest on the table top and his hand clamps down as he flicks his head up to signal you to follow him out and you do of course, gotta keep him happy.

“Don’t be in such a rush love, it a’it safe sweetheart, it’s dark and cold, let me drive ya.” it’s not an offer, or an ask. He’s telling you.

A confined space with your creepy boss? What a perfect way to spent 20 minutes.

“What’s the SAS? is that a rank?” you ask so softly

“special air service, sweetheart.” he says smiling, so happy you’re asking him stuff, usually you just nod and hum on the occasion. “Was a captain, how I met the boys.”

“what did you guys do? what wars are happening?” the question slips out and you cringe but you know he loves to mansplain this shit to you and you don’t want to be questioned anymore.

“Things that happen in the dark should stay there, sweetheart” he huffs, eyes staring at the road, it sounds a lot like there is no war in ba sing se, you miss the bitterness that comes up for a second, like acid reflux, you put you’re life on the line, prioritise them over your wives and ruin two marriages and then get dropped off in hopes you’ll freeze to death.

soon enough he watching you leave, throwing him an awkward wave as you cross the street. disappearing into the building while he finds a place a park where you won’t see.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but he just can’t help himself.

He’s knows you don’t live at the building he dropped you off at. How? He only brought the fucking building, he was gonna hike prices under the mask of a faceless corporation and then you’d have to beg him for help. Now he owns an entire block go flats, not a cheap investment but the man does love a damsel.

With his heart racing in his chest, he loves a hunt too, your walk is hurried. You should really be more alert of your surroundings, headphones on, looking straight ahead. He was excited, hormones pumping at this game of cat and mouse but, nothing. he keeps his distance but five minutes into the walk, you completely stop looking around, you even start scrolling on tik tok, that'll be a quick fix once you’re with him, you wont ever be alone, or at least leave the house alone, hes already plotting one too many war crimes, and losing you? May just plunge him to another rock bottom.

Eyes scanning around your form as it disappears up a set of stairs. six flats.

Six.

He licks his lips, truly feeling like the cat who got the cream. he finally got your real address.

of course the street becomes his new favourite spot and people watch, or really watch you but some would call that creepy. Soon enough he spots you leaving, where were you going this early? all your classes started at 12, he had Kyle check that. and in the pissing rain?

Soon enough he sees reason, a small boy dressed in uniform, struggling to zip his coat up as he drags his feet.

It feels like a dream come true, he always wanted a kid but at 40, the insecurities had began to fester, he wasn’t a young man anymore, started having troubles that he didn't have in younger years, new aches made themselves known everyday. he had been been felling less like a man, it didn't help when he was surrounded by men in their prime like SImon, Johnny and Kyle, he couldn't help lashing out at Johnny all those months ago, he knew Johnny wouldn’t go there, but other men would and he felt the difference, sometimes you spoke to him like a teacher or father and he was down for a daddy kink thing but it was more tailoring the truth so you wouldn't get a lecture. It had always been drilled into him, be a man, he remembered the first time he had been reprimanded, for wanting to bake, not go out with his father, who’s outbursts about his masculinity would only become more extreme as he grew up. The idea, the dream of having kids dwindled, stab wounds puncher marks marred it from his past marriages and now his own insecurities had started to infect it.

Why didnt you ever tell him? he can forgive you of course but this will not happen again, he’ll make sure of it.

A few weeks later and price is driving you home from a house, he was supposed to pit up Kyle but he had found his way in to another bed but he couldn’t let his girl walk hime alone, certainly not looking that good.

Soon enough you’re in the car, complaining about a shitty professor, who he’ll be sure to talk to. You’re a little tipsy, the smell of liquor invites you him closer. the car ride is full of flirts and giggles, a hand firmly planted on your upper thigh and soon enough he’s pulled up outside your flat.

You look at him with pretty eyes, such pretty eyes, luring him in and he feels something different. He goes in for a kiss and its like heaven, lips so soft and he get to feel them, for a quarter of a second, you pull away.

"No." His voice is harsh and his grip tightens, digging into your thigh.

“I don't want you John, you have a wife. We can’t do that and I don’t want you.”You know your tone is harsh, but you're hoping that and the fact you’re pushing him away is the slap of reality he needs to let you go.

“I’m divorced, she’s remarried so I can too, don’t fucking talk about it. You don’t mean that, you want me” his voice picks up as does his fist as he pounds on the dashboard, your eyes turn glossy and the shake of your head sends him over the edge, “you don’t fucking mean that. ” ”John, look I have a kid.” you say anxiously blurting out, “You have Kate, I can’t”

“Kate is a friend, don’t assume im lying cause you lie ya fucking arse off. Can’t what? After all I've done of ya sweetheart? can’t give me a chance, bet ya would’ve spread ya legs if Johnny was at that party.” His voice shatters the tipsiness, you realise he’s taken you to your actual apartment. “what’s wrong with me aye? I’ve done every fucking thing for ya. you can hear me out and be honest to me, ya understand that?”

“John, I have a kid. I can’t just get with anyone, I gotta put him first.” you try and get out but the door is locked.

You’re soon met with his laugh, full of bile and bitterness, looking straight into your eyes. “Don’t fucking do that, you I can provide. How would you study and earn enough without me? I take good fucking care of ya and I have been for a year now. You have to give me a chance, sweetheart, a chance and I’ll give you everything.” he growls back, voice low, his eyes fixed on you, his grip only getting tighter, nails punching the skin, he leans in closer and . “You refuse to accept the fact that you’re mine now, and that I’m what’s best for ya and the kid. Gonna’ take you home sweetheart and our kid. The sooner you accept that, and accept me, the sooner we can get back to normal. Even let ya study and you’ll never have to work again. just focus on ya pictures and shit.” patronising, condescending but you couldn't dwell on that, not right now.

“Just let me leave, and we can pretend that none of this happened, okay sunshine?” your voice is soft, a little shaky as you place your hand over his, tracing delicate circles over it. trying to distract him from the fact you’re frantically pressing the off button, phone wedged between your thigh and the passenger seat.

“That isn’t very nice, sweet. After all that I’ve been doing for ya?” the phone is soon snatched away from you. “I don’t think you fully comprehend your situation right now, I already told ya. You’re mine, and I’m not just gonna let ya go so easily. Now stop the lip quivering and get used to it.”

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 9 months ago

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The Nightmare Before Christmas Lost in The Book: Over The Spiral Hill

{1} {2}

Being stuck in a strange book was not what you expected, now you had to worry about your fellow Ramshackle doormates! You hoped they would be fine, without Yuu or you. You glanced at Yuu and Grim, the two students happily looking over the strange pumpkin patch.

You look away only for a moment, hoping to see what was over the garden wall. Instead what caught your interest was the odd scarecrow hidden in the shadows. Raising a brow, you walk closer, hoping the moonlight would shine on the object.

“(Y/N)! Look at this one!”

You pause, you turn attention back on Grim as you see the little furball try to pick it up.

You sigh, feeling the wind play with ends of your clothes, about to walk over to the two. An idea forms in your mind!

Kneeling down, you notice the scarecrow seemed much closer than before. Gently picking up the smallest fruit, the unmoving straw body was MUCH closer now!

You tilt your head, eyes shining with curiosity. You notice the sign above its head, “Halloween… Town.”

Reading aloud, you turn away, a sweet laugh leaving you, flustered as you hold the autumn fruit closer. “I… Hope you don’t mind.” You say to the scarecrow, “I promise to return it.”

Turning away, you carefully walk through the pumpkin patch towards your companions. Letting out a cough to grab their attention, you hold the pumpkin as if it were a skull.

“To be.. Or Not! To be.. Such is the question..!” You quote, expecting a laugh. Instead, Grim frowns in confusion. “To be what? A pumpkin?” He questions.

“No. It’s Shaksphere? Yuu, please tell me you know!” The Prefect shrugs, tapping their chin thoughtfully. “It sounds familiar…”

Going back to the scarecrow, you lean up against the wooden pool. Fluttering your lashes dreamily, letting out an over-dramatic sigh, “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.” You state, raising the object close to your lips, as they pucker.

Yuu huffs, about to retrieve the fruit as Grim lays on their shoulder.

“I still don’t get it! But whoever this shake-ysphera guy is, sure is dramatic.”

“Well, that line was Juliets… From Romeo and Juliet…” You murmur as you chuckle at Yuu snatching the pumpkin away, placing it next to its brethren on the soil. “Rome and Jule?”

“No… Okay let me explain.”

Heading to the other side of the scarecrow, you say another quote. “A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows. Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.”

“Hmm… Henchman, do you get it?” Grim questions the other magicless human. They nodded thoughtfully, the wind tussling their hair.

“Kinda like... Christmas and Halloween, two opposites and can’t collide.” Yuu states proudly like they figured out the code!

“Oh so like that made-up holiday you created during winter!” Grim states, pointing a paw at you.

“IT’S NOT-How is that even-?” You groan, moving away from the protector of the patch. You try to explain, or direct the conversation elsewhere.

A glove-like hand grasps your own, as an unfamiliar laugh rings behind you, Yuu and Grim gape in fear while you freeze. A young man with a grin steps into your view, his grip like a spider's web, strong yet delicate when holding your palm.

“I greet you with a kiss, for this wonderful encounter..~!”

“Gino! What am I to do with these!?” Foulworth asks his companion, holding the box of decorations in worry. “(Y/N) and Yuu instructed us before, but this not as simple as I hoped.”

The fox-beastman grumbled, poking at a strange velvet hat with a cotton ball placed on top. Mixed in with the other Halloween items placed inside the brown box.

Rollo scoffed from his seat, hiding his sour words into his silken handkerchief. Watching the two fumble with green and purple tinsel as the ghosts aid them.

[Ya’ll, I’m head over heels for mister Skele-boi over hear. He’s voiced by one of my all-time va’s. So I’m just in awe! I’ve been squealing all day about him! I might, possibly write for this event if anyone is interested. Let me know!]

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p3ndeja6 · 4 months ago

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skz x megan thee stallion lyrics

skz x fem! reader

content: porn without plot, riding, no real dom or sub dynamic (i cant tell), f! receiving, size kink, established and unestablished relationships, some jealousy and some other freaky shit i cant notice.

a/n: this was in the archives for sooo long. i love these meg songs; do listen to them, reader on her pimp shit if you really look at it. i dont hate it but i dont like it either... im trying to write more.. but i get lazy.. sorry

lazily proof-read.

word count: 3.6k

here’s the hyung line ver. ᰔ.ᐟ

Maknae line

Han

“lookin at your pretty face while im straddlin it”

red wine

Saturdays were boring for you and your boyfriend jisung. though it was filled with affection and a movie that was on the tv.

holding onto him as you both laid on the couch, gently caressing his stomach. To you it was innocent but to him it was making the blood rush to his tip.

you unconsciously kept caressing his stomach,watching the movie on the tv but jisung was already a whimpering mess.

“What’s wrong baby?” You looked up at him

his face felt hot and he shook his head. “n-nothing nothing, im cool im fine” he said nervously

you looked at him curiously. “You sure?”

he couldn’t help it but let out a moan, which took you by surprise. You soon started to realize that it was your simple touch making him feel this way. You smiled and kissed his jaw.

“freak.. it was innocent touching and look at you already weak” you smiled as you stopped touching him and slowing got on top of his lap.

he couldn’t help but let out a shaky chuckle, watching you as you got on top of him. Instinctively went to hold on to your hips, giving them a small squeeze. “I genuinely can’t help myself, I just love the way you touch me… makes me want you more then I already do”

“oh yeah?” You were toying with his sweatpants strings. Jisung’s breath was hitched as he watching you slide his pants down. you were hovering over his lap and you tugged his sweatpants and boxers down.

the dark living room, and the tv illuminating his beautiful face.

You were salivating as you watched his cock spring out, so pretty and pink with a hint of red. His precum leaking already.

You grabbed the head of hi cock and gently rubbed his tip. Feeling it twitch between your fingers. His whimpering making you wet; getting off him and taking your leggings and underwear off alongside. Now hovering over his lap, looking directly at him as you slide down all the way.

he couldn’t help but let out a loud desperate moan.

“you like that baby?” you said as you tried adjusting to the size

“mmhm…” was all he could manage to say. finally you were able to move. Slowly rocking your hips to create friction. The friction making you both moan.

you looked up at him smiling, caressing his arm reaching up to his neck and to his hair. Tugging slightly on his hair making squeak.

“look at me” You said slightly out of breath as you continued to bounce on him.

felt the liquid of your wetness and his precum trickle down your thigh. Holding onto his shoulders as you slowly bounced on him.

he tried to look at you but he felt so embarrassed that if he would look at you he’d bust automatically.

“cmon baby, look at me I wanna see how pretty you look as I ride you…” you whispered in his ear, tugging on his earlobe with your teeth. He shivered feeling your teeth graze his earlobe like that.

“I can’t..I’ll come if I look… at you” he was heavy breathing

you stopped moving, he whined out loud and finally looked at you. “baby why’d you stop”

“oh you can look at me now?”

“please baby … please keep moving” he was begging at this point, gripping your hips tightly.

“look at me jisung” you demanded, he couldn’t do anything but obey.

you smiled and straightened your back, holding his hair in your hand, tugging on it and looking at his pleading boba eyes.

his watery brown eyes looking up at you, pleading with his eyes to have you keep riding.

you started to bounce on his cock gain, making him moan out loud. you loved how vocal he was during your intimate moments.

“yeah baby… I love the way you sound, the way you look” you kissed him all up his neck. gently sucking on his sensitive area of his neck. Heavy breathing as the clenching wet noises filled the living room.

“fuck…baby I’m gonna come..” he panted out

“hold it”

You were riding him faster, the skin slapping of his balls and your ass getting louder by each pounce. “please please I can’t hold it, I need to come.. please let me.. please.” He gripped onto your waist so bruisingly delicious as he was fighting his orgasam, knowing you haven’t given him permission to come.

“you got it baby.. I know you can hold it for one more minute” moaning, your head falling back as you started to get dizzy knowing that knot in the pit of your stomach was close to snap.

he was getting overstimulated, he couldn’t hold it anymore. Letting out a beautiful cry moan as he bucked his hips upwards as he came, spurring out his hot liquid deep in you. It didn’t take long for you to follow after, squirting all over his lap.

room filled with loud pornographic moans as you both rode out your highs. He Immediately started to apologize for coming early, holding you close to him. Burying his face into your chest, hoping you weren’t too mad at him.

he was lucky he had a pretty face to stay mad.

Felix

“he was a lil borin, now i got him doin freaky shit”

fell in love

felix was a vanilla lover, thats all he knew. his past girlfriends were vanilla as well. he was a perfect boyfriend who was sweet and caring, but the first night you spent together, you expected.... more.

it was great dont get me wrong but it was... too vanilla for your liking. you were certified freak. you know how to please and how to be pleased, so when the first night with felix came, you let him take the wheel.

he was currently in you, trying to finish. once he did he looked at you searching for your face full of pleasure, and saw a innocent guilty smile, his face dropped.

"you didnt come did you.." he quickly got off you and sit up on the bed. You quickly grabbed his arm, "no felix wait please" he glared at you, "what? so i can see how i couldnt please my girlfriend?, yeah no thanks" "no felix, please" you felt terrible, so you had to act quick. "baby please, look at me" you pleaded.

he looked at you, a hint of embarrassment spread across his face. you pulled him closer to you slowly, laying him down on the bed. "let me show you how i like to have fun, yeah?" you said softly, straddling his lap. he gasped softly as he felt you aligning yourself on his cock.

"i promise, this will feel good, ill take good care of you okay?" you caressed his face softly, tracing his cheekbones. he nodded slowly but eagerly, anticipating your next move. you aligned yourself, holding his cock to keep it up straight, sliding down on him.

He let out a loud moan, feeling your sweet tight cunt, you whimpered at the feeling of him stretching you out at this angle. he instantly gripped your hips, looking up at your beautiful, naked body on top of him. you smiled down at him, as you begin to move your hips slowly, rocking back and forth; creating friction between you two. he moaned, his body arching back as his tip rubbed your gushy cunt.

the pleasure was so good, you fastened your hips, moving a bit faster. he guided your hips, bucking up into. the bed underneath you beginning to creak.

"fuck baby... you're so good' he moaned, his hand reaching up to squeeze your breast, you moaned as you felt him squeeze you. you put your hand on top of his, making sure he kept his hand there. "yeah? you like.. this?" you panted, bouncing on his dick, the springs getting squeakier.

he was getting overstimulated at the sensations you were creating. "yes... fuck.. no one does is like you" his eyes closed shut due to the pleasure, sweat beads trickling down his temple. his released so close, and you knew he was close. you slowed down, and this caused him to groan. "why did you slow down?" he whined. you chuckled, moving the hair out his face as you leaned down to kiss his neck. "wanna make you beg for it"

this made felix shiver. he never knew how much this turned him on, you making him beg for release. "cmon baby, i know you can" you teased him by moving at a very excruciating pace. he whimpered at the slow pace, he needed more, he wanted you to move. "god.. please y/n please move, bounce, do something.. please baby please i need you to move" he whined out. you smiled, caressing his face, moving the sticky hair from his face. "you sound so pretty like this" You started moving again, gripping onto his shoulders. you couldnt help but moan a little, his begging making you wetter, as the squelching of his cock and your pussy clear as day, the quiet room being filled with the squeaking of the bed, and the aroma filling with sex and sweat.

he gripped your hips so tight, shutting his eyes as he let out low, deep moans. he was getting dizzy at the sensation, that knot getting so tight, its so close to snap.

"im.. close.. god.. so close.. please let me.. let me come" he breathed out. you kept going at the fast pace, you kissed and nibbled on his neck, biting it gently leaving small marks on his light complexion. you caressed his stomach, grazing it up to his neck. squeezing it.

this made felix roll his eyes back, moaning out loud. he felt lightheaded, and that knot in stomach snapping.

you felt him come, following along with him, moaning as you chased your orgasam, riding him out.

you slumped over his shoulder, heavy breathing. he was trying his best to catch his breath and regain consciousness.

"fuck baby... you're so good" he looked up at you. moving the hair from your face, as his hand goes down to your hot and sweaty shoulder. you smiled down at him, kissing him gently.

ever since that night, felix want to do and try every possible position with you, from the back, the side, upside, on the wall, in the bathroom, on the couch. all of it. hes addicted to you, and never knew what sex truly was until he met you.

no more vanilla...

Seungmin

“he’s a sweetie, kiss it when he eat it”

Captain Hook

seungmin never settled for one girl, he didnt give a fuck about a single girl. fucking bitches left and right. all of this was casual for him, but for some reason.. the first night he spent with you felt so different. compared with the other girls he fucked, you were so different.

he didnt know if it was your really unintentional funny jokes, or the way you smelled so good around him, or could be the way you felt so tight around his fat cock, or the way your pussy tasted so fruity....

whatever it was, it got him bad. he's hooked. he cant get enough of you. he tries to downplay his feelings, that you were just a regular, a girl he went to casually when he wanted a quick fuck.

You knew it was a quick fuck, and you were fine with it, but when seungmin knew these feelings were growing, he didnt want you to just be fine with it. he wanted you feeling crazy the way he was crazy about you, crazy for you.

when he found out you were fucking other dudes, he was furious, he hated it; but deep down it hurt him badly. it hurt him the fact you can find pleasure anywhere else, when he was right here.

one night you both were hanging out, usually hang outs were a quick movie and then get to the fucking. Though tonight, the air felt more different, more passionate.

the movie was going in the background, and you and seungmin were making out. his lips started trailing down your neck gently sucking on your neck, creating marks on your pretty neck. sooner your shirt was off, he trailed from your chest to your stomach until he was at the waistband of your flared leggings.

he gently rubbed you through your leggings, making you moan softly. He started to tug them down along with your panties, leaving you completely bare. your glistening cunt on full display for him.

he started kissing your inner thighs, placing soft and tender kisses. these kisses were different from the ones he'd normally give when he gave you head. his hands over your thighs, holding you still as he made his way to your wet cunt, giving soft licks and kisses on your lips, swiping his tongue on your slit

causing you to moan and arch your back, your hand moving towards his head as you hold him in place. he couldn't help himself but smirk as he kept sucking and licking you. he was eating you so well and the noises your wetness and his spit were making as he slurped you up. his nose hitting your clit so good, your whiny moans were music to his ears. god..

you were so close, the way he was eating you, making you feel so dizzy. your left hand went up to your left breast, gently squeezing yourself, pinching your nipple as he kept sucking.

"fuck seungmin.... you eat it so good" you moaned. this turned seungmin on more, he grutted his hard cock against the couch, needing a sense of friction.

he has not once lifted his head from your pussy, he's been eating you out for 30 minutes. you couldnt take it anymore, you felt the sensation at the bottom of your stomach get tighter.

"please.. min.. im so close" he continued to eat you, now that he knew you were close, he planted small kisses on your clit. trying to keep you in this position, he wanted to express his love for you in the way he eats.

"fuck.. i love this pussy.."

you whined as he slowed down his tongue movements, "please min... please im so close.." he smiled and continued to place kisses on you.

he couldnt deny he loved how you begged him, right now he had you begging and wanting him more.

he gave you more, he tighten his grip on your thighs. he went in, pressing his full face into you, your juices and his saliva streaming down his chin. moving his head, side to side quickly. making you arch and moan out loud, you knew your neighbors would hear how bad seungmin had you. You didnt care, all you cared about was coming on his face. your belly got tight, and finally letting out a waterfall of your juice all over his face, the droplets coating the couch and his face. he didnt move his face from you.

you couldnt do it anymore, you tried pushing him off, crying how you couldnt take it anymore, it was too much.

he came after you whined out you couldnt take it anymore.

after he came he just laid his head in between your thighs, not moving or saying anything. he stayed that way for almost five minutes.

you finally caught your breath and noticed he hasnt moved. you sat up a bit. "seungmin...?"

you grabbed his hair and pulled it up, he looked up at you, doe eyed and with a small smile you grew to love in secret.

"you scared me, i thought you died.."

"i dont mind dying in there"

"why'd you stay in there?" you chuckled softly. "why not, i can literally eat you out for hours, you taste so good" he said nonchalantly.

"you know.. you ate me a bit different tonight.." you said as you pulled your panties back on, leaving you in a t shirt and panties.

"oh yeah? how so?" he knew how different was different. he just wanted to know if you knew that he knew it was different.

"yeah.. it was more.. i dont know.. you were more sweet with it"

he couldnt help that you brought out this sweet side of him out.

he'd be your sweetie any day

Jeongin

“he dickin me down so good, tryna reach my soul”

consistency

you grew a crush on jeongin, a genuine crush on him. you werent sure how he felt about you. you couldn't deny how you've had wet dream about him and how it would feel with inside you.

but the day you somehow managed to get in him in bed with you finally came...

you were making out with him, as he was slightly on top of you. holding your face as he kissed you. pushing his tongue in your mouth as the kisses started to get heated. your hand slowly went up his shirt as you caressed his chest, feeling the ridges of his abs. he moaned softly into the kiss, and his arousal for you grew. he grinded his hip into you, feeling how hard he was for you. how you made him feel this way with just your kisses. intoxicating him, he cant get enough of you.

he slowly started to take your shirt off, pulling away to help you take it off completely. you did the same with his shirt, peeling it off him. you went up to kiss his chest, his neck.

he moaned softly, pushing you back, as he stood up on his knees, unbuckling his belt and tugging down his pants.

you bite your lip, unbuttoning and pulling down your jeans, tossing them to the side.

"god you're so beautiful..." he said as he dove back down into your neck. you placed your hand on his head to keep him close to you.

his hand slowly made his way to your already wet panties, soaked and warm. "god.. you're already so wet baby?" he whispered into your ear, all you did was nod and whimper.

sooner or later he was already positioned in front of you, holding your thighs as he scoots closer to you. teasing you with his tip; he slowly pushes in, going in slowly. you moaned and arched your back, folding your arms over your face as he stays still, letting you adjust to his size. he finally bottoms out, moaning in your ear. "fuck baby.. you take me in so good... so so .... good" he began to move, creating a slow pace.

"hmm jeongin...." you lewded out, his big cock digging in you so deep. the sensation making you go dizzy, hes too big but he felt so good.

"thats it pretty, take me.. let this pussy suck me... in.." he breathed out, moving his hips a bit faster.

you gripped his shoulder, letting out these loud moans you didnt even know you had in you. He pushed his hand against your stomach to feel where his cock was.

"mm you feel that?.." he kissed your neck, yes.. yes you can defienelty feel his so deep inside.

god this was the best you ever had, "god... fuck you feel so good, please go faster.." you whined. he couldn't resist a pretty girl like you who was so cock-drunk in his dick, begging him to go faster.

he lifted one leg over his shoulder, creating a new sense of friction at this angle. you couldn't help but cry out loud, his pace going faster, making the headboard hit the wall.

"oh fuck yes... yes right there!" you moaned, you were so dizzy, you didnt know how much more you had to hold it in. it was getting too much.

he gripped your hips hitting you with his pelvis, skin slapping echoing around the room. he felt you tightening around him, he gutted a moan from the bottom of his throat at the feeling of your cunt getting tighter around his cock.

"yeah baby... fuck y/n you feel so good.. i cant get enough of you"

"im so close innie..... please.." you weren't sure what you were begging for at this point but you just... just needed more.

"please what pretty...?" his pace never slowing down, he knew you wanted to come but he just wanted to hear you say it.

"please i need to come... please let me come" you cried out as your body was limp and your movements were of his pace and him still holding onto your hips.

"just.. hold one for one more second..." he panted out, his head hanging near your face, rocking his hips into you, trying to catch up to you. his tip rubbing against you so good, he was close.

he leaned down to kiss you, hungrily, moving his tongue into you. he pulled away slightly, a few inches from your face. "come for me.."

thats all you needed to released all you had built up, moaning so loud, so pornographic. sounded like a real star.

he soon followed after, releasing inside you, he didn't stop rutting into you until his spill was completely inside you.

he plopped next to you, holding you close to his chest as you both tried to come back to reality and the fuzziness of the pleasure settles down.

"wow... jeongin.." you looked up at him, he opened his eyes and made eye contact with yours. he smiled. showing those beautiful dimples he had.

he moved the hair from your face as he placed a gently kiss on your forehead.

"felt like we submerged our souls together.." you chuckled softly

he let out a breathy laugh, holding you tighter against him.

he didn't mind being soul bounded with you, if you felt this good every time...

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sauronxgaladriel · 1 year ago

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Haladriel Library

Saurondriel/Haladriel Fanfic Recommendations. Some of these stories could fit into multiple categories. If you have any more recommendations feel free to add them!

Marriage

Shadow-Bride by eye_of_a_cat

Bridesprice by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks), Irony_Rocks

Poison & Wine by Coraleeveritas

Galadriel takes longer to discover Sauron's identity

no matter how many skies have fallen by stitchingatthecircuitboard

A man is a god in ruins by eye_of_a_cat

Queen of the Southlands by FormerlyIR

Galadriel Says Yes

The House That Fire Built by Ready_For_The_Laughing_Gas

dig up the bones (but leave the soul alone) by Wyrd_Syster

Gilded by eye_of_a_cat

And white winter, on its knees by eye_of_a_cat

Mortal Laws by Helholden

A Portion of Thyself by Frotu

Reforged in the Making by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks)

Fabricated by Frotu

Canon Divergence/Reimagining of S1 and onwards

I could be your king by cliffdiving

The Tides of Fate by fireheart321

In Case of Defeat, Break Glass by eastwynds

that i may rise and stand, o'erthrow me by mortaltemples

Five times Halbrand's secret got revealed by eye_of_a_cat

Across That Fine Line by MyrsineMezzo

Instruments of Salvation by Scriberated

a fair form by properhaunt

Autocorrelation by EisforEverything

The Return of the Queen by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

A Feast of Starlight by TheLightofArwyn

Supernatural Creature AU

should have known better by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo) (Witch/Demon AU)

Wild Magic by Scriberated (Witch/God)

Storm Tides & Weaving Threads by elssiie (Siren AU)

just a taste by stardustspell (Vampire AU)

Haladriel meet before TROP

Spark, Ignite, Burn by cliffdiving

our souls were made from the stars by silverwing12 (Deleted)

Necessity's Bargain by Scriberated

Though the Gods and the Years Relent, Shall Be by Helholden

determination is the cure (for longing) by downtheroadandupthehill

where the spirit meets the bones by kangaroopaws

people throw rocks at things that shine by ophidion

Pick a star, and follow it home by CloudlySkies124

Hades Persephone Vibes

Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den by Helholden

a dust like thine by mortaltemples

One-Shots

Unsired by shady-swan-jones (sweetleaf), sweetleaf

the light of his eyes by eastwynds

now dark, now glittering by mortaltemples

In the Shadow of Your Heart by mzladybird

i cannot heave my heart into my mouth by fallofrain

this love is glowing in the dark by Orcas86

we could just kiss, like real people do by justatinycollector

a millstone around my neck by mortaltemples

the nameless by bimmyou

next time by you_wear_fine_things_well

ouroboros by Amuria

Pregnancy/Parenthood

Light and Power by chronicallyexhaustedwriter

shining like a fiery beacon by ophidion

A Blessing of Eru by Scriberated

mitosis by Orcas86

Darkness Bound by no_more_doubt

Smut

A Stressed Tiding by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks), Irony_Rocks

this love is glowing in the dark by Orcas86

Buried in Bone by Invisible_Hand

Riptide by makeshiftdraco

Perfection by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

like magnets work, only drawn to thee by audreystark

To Follow the Light by Thrill_of_hope

A Moment of Honesty by Draconic_Grace

Dream Within a Dream by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

bind yourself to me by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

Dream Within a Dream by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

Lady of the Seas by eye_of_a_cat

Dark/Dead Dove

all your pain will end here by poeticmemory

Land of Enchantment by EisforEverything

perle by emphemeron

Glanduin Kiss by Anonymous

The Cost of Victory by EisforEverything

what you and i have wrought by thefudge

what heart's ease by fallofrain

Sauron as Annatar

hold her head above the water by Orcas86

next time by you_wear_fine_things_well

the light of his eyes by eastwynds

Contaminate by Frotu

#haladriel #saurondriel #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #this list is maaaainly for my own use but i thought id share xD #more to add later #im prowling for more fics to devour #trop #the rings of power

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arik-fonarik · 7 months ago

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Greeting fair child,

Tis my request that you perhaps give us a demonstration on how ye draws poses?

If not then that is fine too. I was just asking you cause your art style fills me with what one might call Massive amounts of serotonin.

I bid thee fair well dear Monarch of said Blog

Greetings, good traveler!

To be honest, I'm not sure how to fulfill your request correctly, so I'll show you my sketch in stages.

I usually start with the head, then add the body.

I detail and erase a little, then draw a thicker line.

Paint dark places and proceed to correct inaccuracies.

And then add shadows and color if desired.

#answer

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stacytea · 2 months ago

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@deeep-in-silm I'd vote Celebrimbor for Mirabel's role

might or might not be because of the last post I reblogged, but

Modern au Russingon with Fingon taking Mae to the cinema to watch encanto because he thinks it's gonna be a fun cheerful movie to watch randomly, but it ends up with Mae silently crying through most of it because Luisa is a character he'd relate to wayyyyy more than he'd ever admit in front of his family

#sth sth about how he couldn't save his family like mirabel could so he just ended up rebranding 'get thee gone' to 'speak friend and enter'#I just feel like if he didn't live in a tragedy he'd probably assume mirabel's role #like idk just mirabel and isabela having fun together for the first time in what feels like forever just for granny show up and be like :((#it just really gives me curufin 'I'm so tired of being fëanor 2.0' celebrimbor 'you're literally my dad plz stop killing ys to be fëanor 2.#you're better off as your authentic self and I love you *hug and feanor who's like :(((#(also it just hit me that isabela not only is the perfect child of the family like curufin but also abuela kinda sees her(younger)self in #her (at least I once read that theory somewhere :p ) and that's curufin and fëanor all over again; my people plz don't mind me crying in th #corner it's fine I promis #silmarillion #feanorians #sons of feanor #curufin #idk I have so many feelings about curufin and celebrimbor and also all 3 of them (fëanor curufin celebrimbor line)#will it come out in a separate post some other day? maybe

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visualtaehyun · 2 months ago

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TNP EP.2 language annotations & novel extras ✨️

Minimal screenshots and no fancy themed line breaks this week since I'm posting from mobile and gotta make the most of the 10-picture limit :T

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

All pronouns are presented in an "I/you" format. Words and expressions that I've previously explained in my TNP EP.1 annotations won't be explained again so please refer to that post if need be 🙂‍↕️

CharanKhanin

default: ผม/คุณ /pom, khun/ in both directions

Ran, whenever he slips into ราชาศัพท์ /raa-chaa-sap/ to Nin's annoyance: กระหม่อม/ฝ่าบาท /gra-maawm, faa-baat/ + royal male ending particle พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

He does this a lot in the show when he barely deviates from their default in the novels' early chapters! In fact, Ran even once snaps at Nin, going lower actually by calling him เธอ /ter/, when Nin almost gets run over by a motorbike in Ch.7 and then tries to brush off Ran's serious concerns about someone being after him:

"คุณดูหนังมากไป" /khun duu nang maak bpai/ = "You watch too many movies."

เด็กนี่... ไม่ได้เข้าใจอะไรเลย /dek nee... mai dai khao-jai a-rai loei/ = This kid... didn't understand anything at all.

"เธอต่างหากที่อ่อนต่อโลกเกินไป" /ter dtaang haak thee aawn dtaaw lohk geern bpai/ = "You're the one who's too naive about the world."

พี่น้อง /phi-nong/ (=siblings; close friends of different ages) or...?

Ran refers to Nin as his น้อง /nong/ here which means 'younger sibling' but can be used for anyone who's younger. So Nin accordingly refers to Charan as พี่รัณ /P'Ran/ to play along.

Nin, when he's playing into Vethit's assumption that he's Ran's boyfriend: เค้า/อั่งอั๊ง /khao, ang-ang/ + polite male ending particle ครับ /khrap/ (used between lovers, this does make it sound more sweet and convincing)

-> เค้า /khao/ = a cutesy 1st pers. pronoun often used between lovers

-> อั่งอั๊ง /ang-ang/ = a similarly cutesy pet name that Nin made up by reduplicating the first syllable in 'uncle':

Ran of course retaliates by calling Nin ดื้อ /deuu/ (=stubborn, obstinate, unruly, doesn't listen) to which Vethit so helpfully suggests changing it to a matching ดื่อดื๊อ /deuu-deuu/. Ran plays along for exactly one sentence lol when Nin asks him to try calling him by the new pet name, Ran overly sweetly goes:

ครับ ดื่อดื๊อ /khrap. deuu-deuu/ = Fine. Tue-Tue.

Nin, while bored on the train: ดื่อดื๊อ/อั่งอั๊ง /deuu-deuu, ang-ang/

อั่งอั๊งว่าดื่อดื๊อแสดงละครเก่งไหม /ang-ang waa deuu-deuu sa-daaeng la-khaawn geng mai/ = Do you think I'm good at acting?

Ran & Vethit

rude pronouns กู/มึง /guu, meung/ in both directions

casual impolite address (ไอ้รัณ /ai'Ran/) and rude ending particles sometimes (like ว่ะ /wa/)

Since Vethit is an amalgamation of two different novel characters, I kinda have to mention both of them: Ran and Itt/Wetid use ฉัน/นาย /chan, naai/ (friendly, informal) in both directions but a lot of friendship dynamics in the novels use ฉัน /chan/ and/or นาย /naai/ actually.

Nin & Vethit

Nin: ผม/พี่ /pom, phi/ + polite male ending particle ครับ /khrap/

Vethit, before Ran tells him the truth: พี่/[omitted] /phi, #/

Vethit, after Ran tells him the truth lol: กระหม่อม/ฝ่าบาท /gra-maawm, faa-baat/ + royal male ending particle พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

Nin refers to him as พี่เวทิศ /P'Vethit/ when he's talking about his acting chops with Ran on the train

Ava & Ramil

Ava: หญิง/ท่านพี่รามิล /ying, than phi Ramil/ + royal female ending particle เพคะ /pheh-kha/

Ramil: พี่/น้องหญิง /phi, nong ying/

-> หญิง /ying/ as a 1st pers. pronoun is likely derived from her title (ท่านหญิง /than ying/). I've heard it used that way on The Loyal Pin, for example. But I've been utterly unsuccessful at finding any references or sources for the use of หญิง /ying/ as a pronoun in ราชาศัพท์ /raa-chaa-sap/ 🥲 In the novels, Ava simply calls herself น้อง /nong/ when speaking to Ramil and Nin.

-> เพคะ /pheh-kha/ = particle used when speaking to royalty, basically the royal equivalent to the common คะ/ค่ะ /kha/ and the female equivalent to พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/. Ava is the youngest among the three heirs so she has to address Ramil and other royal family members respectfully.

-> ท่าน /than/ is a respectful 2nd pers. pronoun you can hear many of the royals use (for example in the meeting scene). Here it works like a prefix to make the common พี่ /phi/ more respectful.

-> น้องหญิง /nong ying/ is also a departure from the novels where Ramil mostly just calls Ava เธอ /ter/. น้องหญิง /nong ying/ is more appropriate though since it acknowledges her title.

RamilPaytai

Ramil: เรา/เธอ /rao, ter/

Paytai: กระหม่อม/ฝ่าบาท /gra-maawm, faa-baat/ + royal male ending particle พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

Did anyone order their toxic yaoi with a side of power imbalance?

-> เรา /rao/ = 1st pers. pronoun but in the context of royals using it, it's not the same as used between age mates or when speaking to someone younger where it's pretty neutral. In this context, it is used by someone of authority or status when talking to someone inferior. Many of the royals can be heard using it this way, chiefly the King of course.

-> เธอ /ter/ = informal 2nd pers. pronoun, also mostly used between age mates or for someone younger. I should mention perhaps that it kinda has the reputation of being used between lovers.

Tharin & Thipokbowon

Tharin: ลูก/เสด็จพ่อ /luuk, sa-deht por/ + royal male ending particle พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

the King: พ่อ/แก /por, gae/

-> ลูก /luuk/ = son/daughter, child; used as a 1st pers. pronoun. Ava can also be heard using it in the trailer when talking to her dad.

-> While Tharin calls his father เสด็จพ่อ /sa-deht por/, Rachata can be heard referring to the King as เสด็จลุง /sa-deht loong/. Chana can also be heard referring to the King this way in the EP.3 preview. It indicates that both their own fathers were younger than the King since ลุง /loong/ = older uncle.

-> แก /gae/ = familiar 2nd pers. pronoun. Fun fact: in the novels, none of the characters go more impolite than แก /gae/, it's only ever the bad guys that use กู/มึง /guu, meung/ lol

MISC. NOTES:

The handcuffs are a show original so I hope they make a comeback later down the line 😜

The hotel they stay at is so much smaller in the novels! It's a typical double-bed hotel room near the airport so they actually sleep side by side. The forced proximity of sharing a room and bed all throughout their journey to Emmaly is another factor in how attached they are once they reach Emmaly. Keep this line in mind actually:

ถึงตอนนั้น คุณจะยังอยู่กับผมใช่ไหม /theung dtaawn nan, khun ja yang yuu gap pom, chai mai?/ = When that time comes, you'll still stay/be with me, right?

In the novels, Ran also persistently tries to get a grieving Nin to eat since the boy refuses basically all food until they talk more and get a bit closer. I'd say the flashback they inserted of Thatdanai and Nin talking Thai food could have been a flashback of the two of them talking about Thatdanai's cooking since one heartbreaking thing Nin says as he's denying food offered by Ran, yet again, is:

"I want to eat my father's cooking."

Food given, especially sweets, holds a lot of meaning in the novels. The caramel candy Thatdanai gave Nin in the show is such a major symbol in the novels (if I find time, I might type up the entire scene I'm referring to since it's so vital to Nin's state of mind in the face of losing his father and his old life) that Nin softens and opens up more to Ran when he gets Nin ice cream:

"In case eating something sweet might make you...feel better."

The taxi driver is played by comedian Beer Saranyu from Buffalo Gags. Nunew has previously been on his YouTube comedy format Buff Talk (no subs):

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The pet names อั่งอั๊ง /ang-ang/ and ดื่อดื๊อ /deuu-deuu/ are straight from the novels and I am very glad that the subs went with romanizations instead of the versions from the English translation of the novels: Uncie and Brattie 🥴

The quick switch from Unc-Unc & Tue-Tue fake dating shenanigans to Vethit immediately being told the truth is because 1) the script massively condensed the journey to Emmaly and their layover in Thailand, 2) Vethit had to be in the know sooner since he's both Itt and Wetid (Itt didn't find out the truth until later and Wetid didn't even get introduced before Emmaly) and mostly seems to function as a helper in the show, and 3) we still needed the set-up for future uses of Unc-Unc & Tue-Tue!

To quote novel!Khanin:

But honestly, even without sleep... that god-given face still looked unnaturally good. The heavens were clearly biased.

To quote P'Zee:

อย่าใช้หน้าตาเป็นอาวุธ = Don't use your face/looks as a weapon!

หนูอย่าใช้หน้าตาและน้ำเสียงหนูเป็นอาวุธ = Nhu, don't use your face and tone of voice as weapons!

⇒ emblems, territories and royal houses of Emmaly

⇒ royal family of Emmaly + other character bios

⇒ relationship chart

⇒ characters and cast of TNP

⇒ all my TNP posts

#the next prince #charankhanin #ava davichmetha #ramil bhuchongpisut #ramilpaytai #local woman harps on about tnp #local woman harps on about linguistics #local woman harps on about znn #domundi #zeenunew #ข้ามฟ้าเคียงเธอ #no clue if this post is all that coherent but i don't really have any more time to work on it 🥴#the next prince novel

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