#man got syphilis and

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𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 ! ᶜˡ¹⁶

'cause somewhere in the crowd is you ₊˚⊹ᰔ

𝓬harles leclerc x 𝒎edia!male reader synopsis: even after ferrari's horrible race strategy, fans can fall back on y/n, their social media admin that loves to make fun of their drivers in red—and also some other drivers in the grid who catch some strays—and who has turned into somewhat of a fan favorite. ( part two to unpaid intern! )

genre: smau, crack humor, fluff warnings: brainrot. lando norris and 4s hate if you squint, but its all for good fun and jokes. i think i lost the plot somewhere in the middle

requested? yes! author's note: im so glad someone requested a part two i loved doing the first one. two posts in one day?? who am i???

masterlist. part one.

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scuderiaferrari ah hell nah what are my goats doing at f175 💔💔

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userone i can't look at ferrari the same knowing the person who runs their social media is charles's boyfriend ⤷ usertwo im new to f1...what do you mean 😭😭??? ⤷ userthree last year ferrari's socials started being really funny and people were confused and then it was released in dts s7 that their social media admin was charles's boyfriend! y/n came out and said that he got his job cause of charles and was basically a nepo baby 😭😭

oscarpiastri of course charles was playing chess ⤷ youruser oscar i need you to save me from this frenchman ⤷ charles_leclerc I AM NOT FRENCH ⤷ oscarpisatri i dont wanna be french...i dont wanna be french

userfour proof why we don't need a live show, they got charles and lewis playing chess of all games ⤷ youruser as long as charles doesn't have to force me to play anymore...he has like 382 wins on game pigeon ⤷ userfour ykw...im not surprised

userfive the only reason why im looking forward to the 2025 season: y/n's posts on the ferrari account ⤷ scuderiaferrari thank you userfive your support is greatly appreciated ❤️

usersix didn't know charles was an avid game pigeon user...

userseven waiting for charles's comment where he gets mad at y/n for either calling him a goat or posting him playing chess

charles_leclerc must you always post my dirty laundry 💔 ⤷ scuderiaferrari we need to show people that rich drivers like you can be relatable sorry

usereight welcome lewis hamilton, you are about to be the victim to so many shit posts ⤷ scuderiaferrari they're not shitposts 💔💔

lewishamilton chess slander in the big 2025 ⤷ scuderiaferrari who taught you how to speak like that ⤷ lewishamilton you did ⤷ scuderiaferrari ah...right

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scuderiaferrari CHARLES LECLERC GETS A $298,398,471 FINE AFTER ACCIDENTALLY FLIPPING OFF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE AND SMIRKS AFTER!!!! YOU CANT BE DOING THAT CHARLES!!!

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usernine CHARLESSS PUT THAT AWAYYYY

userten GOD CHARLESSS HE'S GOING BROKE

charles_leclerc sorry babe...can't afford rent this month ⤷ youruser what the hell 😞💔

usereleven god this account is so dumb now that y/n runs it ⤷ usertwelve sorry my dms aren't working but i hope you get your syphilis sitch worked out man ⤷ userthirteen bro has zero joy and zero whimsy in his life ⤷ youruser i'm like spongebob, i make your brain melt

userfourteen YOU CANT BE DOING THATTTT WOW CHARLES

lewishamilton my goat 💔 ⤷ scuderiaferrari OKAY STOP NOW ITS GETTING CREEPY ⤷ lewishamilton ts pmo fr ⤷ scuderiaferrari oh my god.

userfifteen i need a ferrari video where they teach charles and lewis brain rot or have them say brain rot sayings ⤷ scuderiaferrari here's a dollar for creating a banger video idea

usersixteen this account is so peak

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scuderiaferrari come with us to teach lewis brain rot ☺️☺️ ( video will be posted later!! )

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userseventeen this post seems off.. ⤷ usereighteen right like where is the funny ⤷ scuderiaferrari we need to be serious sometimes 💔

usernineteen SKIBIDI TOILET RIZZ!!

usertwenty oh god i can't wait for lewis to read out brainrot this is peak cinema

lewishamilton i already know brainrot you always tell me about it ⤷ scuderiaferrari shhh it's more fun this way

charles_leclerc i want to learn brainrot too ⤷ youruser charlie, baby, you're too monegasque for it ⤷ charles_leclerc what is that supposed to mean ⤷ youruser it means you'll make a fool of yourself

usertwentyone i'm so excited for this

usertwentytwo im going to be first like first view first save and first repost on that video im so excited

click for video transcript! [ LH: What is this one? How do you say it? (SHOWS Y/N PAPER) Y/N: (LAUGHS) This one? (POINTS AT PAPER) LH nods. Y/N: That's gyatt. Like ski, but with a g, and then yacht. Gyatt. CL laughs. LH: G-yacht? (TURNS TO Y/N) Y/N: (LAUGHS AND NODS) Perfect, Lewis. LH: {WHISPERS} G-yatt. {NORMAL TONE} What does it mean? Y/N: Like...like butt. Like I could say...(LOOKS TO CL) "Nice gyatt, Charles," and I would be saying he's got a nice butt. LH laughs. CL blushes, looks to crowd. ]

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scuderiaferrari about time unc learned gen alpha brainrot ( full video on youtube and tiktok! )

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usertwentythree I'M CRYING THE WAY CHARLES BLUSHED WHEN Y/N SAID HE'S GOT A NICE GYATT ⤷ youruser hey, i never lie 🐐

usertwentyfour whoever came up with this idea is a genius this was so funny

usertwentyfive now why did y/n go on a 3 minute tangent about the chill guy meme 😭😭????? ⤷ youruser i guess i am not a chill guy.

lando i want to do this with oscar because he is a million years old ⤷ oscarpiastri i know brainrot ⤷ logansargeant mate no you don't ⤷ scuderiaferrari LOSCAR CONTENT IN THE GREAT 2025?? ⤷ youruser wrong account ☺️☺️☺️

usertwentysix of course y/n is a loscar fan... ⤷ youruser what is that supposed to mean.

usertwentyseven LOSCAR CONTENT IN THE BIG HUGE 2025??

logansargeant i really liked it when y/n had to explain what skibidi toilet was for 10 minutes ⤷ scuderiaferrari i honestly barely understand it so i was getting confused by lewis and charles getting confused

usertwentyeight y/n AND charles both explaining 'eating' and the difference between 'i cooked' and 'im cooked' 😭😭 ⤷ usertwentynine y/n must use those a lot if charles knows what they are 😭... ⤷ charles_leclerc like you wouldn’t imagine...

charles_leclerc i knew too many of these for me to be satisfied with my life ⤷ scuderiaferrari so dramatic this one

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youruser was never a fan of paddle

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userthirty didn't know ferrari admin could get slutty like this... ⤷ youruser what a man can't be slutty and funny? ⤷ userthirty no

userthirtyone oh wow.

charles_leclerc you look so handsome mon amour ❤️ ⤷ youruser thank you my love ❤️

charles_leclerc can we recreate challengers but just the kissing part ⤷ youruser you little slut you...of course we can

userthirtytwo god ive never seen a y/n post before and man does charles whore out in the comments 😭😭

charles_leclerc that's all mine ⤷ youruser is it really? i couldn't tell...

logansargeant tell your boyfriend to behave i dont want to see that on my timeline at 8 in the morning ⤷ youruser sorry i cant control him ⤷ charles_leclerc only sometimes he can ⤷ logansargeant see this is why im not coming back to f1, because of you guys being nasty on the timeline ⤷ userthirtythree you sure it isn't because of your horrible driving abilities? ⤷ youruser leave my son out of this.

userthirtyfour since when did y/n and charles adopt logan too? ⤷ charles_leclerc even i do not know

userthirtyfive yeah..smash

userthirtysix LEMME HIT JUST ONCE ⤷ charles_leclerc you guys need holy water

charles_leclerc #smash nice gyatt ⤷ youruser CHARLES SOTP IT

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scuderiaferrari someone asked for dog-tent?

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userthirtyseven IS THIS LEGAL?? CAN YOU DO THAT??

userthirtyeight BE CAREFUL THEYRE GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS ONE Y/N

lando Y/N???????????????? ⤷ scuderiaferrari hi lando ☺️ ⤷ lando that is so out of pocket pookie bear 😞😞😞

oscarpiastri oh that's so mean...do it again ⤷ lando OSCAR?????????/ ⤷ scuderiaferrari 😉😉

userthirtynine even his teammate went against him...poor lando 💔

userfourty did you guys not see the discourse on twitter of lando saying he'd name his dog charles or charlie or something so they were saying that lando was gonna walk charles like a dog and lectwt used that pic of lando in retaliation??? ⤷ scuderiaferrari oh...i didn't know this was happening 🙇 ⤷ userfourty Y/N YOU ARE SO MESSY

charles_leclerc y/n ☺️ my love ☺️ what is that last picture ☺️ ⤷ scuderiaferrari oh that must've snuck in there on accident ☺️

userfourtyone there are no other admins like ferrari and vcarb i swear their admins are peak 😭😭 ⤷ scuderiaferrari we really are peak, aren't we visacashapprb? ⤷ visacashapprb we really are 🤝

userfourtytwo mama a 4 behind you... ⤷ scuderiaferrari theyre upping my security detail next race..

userfourtythree do it again do it again do it again

lando can't believe this is my life... ⤷ scuderiaferrari me neither diva ❤️

mclaren y/n you are expected to visit mclaren next race during media day. ⤷ scuderiaferrari ah. ⤷ charles_leclerc RELEASE HIM HE DID NOTHING ⤷ logansargeant Y/N IS INNOCENT LEAVE HIM ALONE ⤷ lewishamilton sir lewis hamilton orders you to leave y/n alone ⤷ scuderiaferrari if i think nobody got me, all my goats already had me 👊👊👊🐐🐐🐐🔥🔥🔥🔥

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scuderiaferrari LANDO, WE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPION! WE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPIONS I SAID! LANDO!

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userfourtyfour oh that's oomf in a ferrari post

userfourtyfive y/n is this your apology for lando ⤷ scuderiaferrari in my own way

lando we can be world champion 💔💔💔 ⤷ charles_leclerc failed hopecore 💔 failed world champion core💔 ⤷ scuderiaferrari failed wdccore is right... ⤷ charles_leclerc oh who is you ⤷ scuderiaferrari i regret teaching you things

userfourtysix oh the twitch quartet my heart just shattered ⤷ userfourtyseven does this mean y/n watched the twitch quartet in quarentine...and just like manifested dating charles and getting a job at ferrari ⤷ scuderiaferrari actually no they had me study 12 hours of different compliations. including 'the twitch quartet being iconic for 5 minutes gay', 'charles leclerc being stupid for 10 minutes', 'lewis hamilton being the goat for 24 minutes gay', and then 'the brocedes lore explained in under an hour' ⤷ userfourtysix brocedes mention in the great 2025...oh god

userfourtyeight imagine getting a job at ferrari and you're forced to watch a documentary about brocedes... ⤷ scuderiaferrari "documentary" it was a fan video

alexalbon oh twitch quartet how much i miss you... ⤷ lando you have all of our numbers ⤷ alexalbon yes, but it's not the same

oscarpiastri twitch quartet was bop (before oscar piastri) so it means nothing to me ⤷ scuderiaferrari HELLO 😭😭😭????????

a/n: the plot was fully lost

tags: @milessunflowers @lokisen @kevinlolwife @op-81-lvr-reblogs @kazanskied @481rosier @raizelchrysanderoctavius @mountainshuman @bunnisgreen

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Dick Pics: John Shen x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

You’re already waiting for John when he steps out into the ambulance bay, a Starbucks Double Shot Espresso can in one hand and a mocha Frappuccino in the other. It’s one in the morning and you’re grabbing a breather between ambulance call outs while your partner gets some shuteye in the back of the rig.

“Heard you’re seeing someone new.” John says as he hands you the Frap bottle before taking up residence alongside you. “I also heard he’s an asshole.”

“I was seeing someone.” You admit as you pop the lid and take a swig. The rich chocolate taste blossoms on your tongue, invigorating your senses as the caffeine winds it’s way through your veins. “It turned out he was also seeing Ivy, one of the nurses on the day shift.”

“Ouch.” He winces as he pulls the tab on his own drink. “Gotta hurt.”

“It’s gonna hurt him.” You respond, your ass coming to rest upon the wall that lines the ‘decorative’ part of the hospital. “We collaborated and put the dick pics he sent on the pinboard for the med students so they can see what syphilis looks like.”

“That’s who’s they were?” He huffs out a laugh, his palm rubbing over the nape of his neck. “He’s fucking terrible with those angles, who takes one straight down the barrel? It’s not a good look for any man.”

“Philanders.” You tell him, the radio on your hip crackling with call outs to other rigs. “And you sound very well versed in the photogenics of dick pics.”

“It’s an art form.” He informs you, draining his can of coffee. “But I never send unsolicited, I don’t wanna foist my junk on some unsuspecting person eating their hoagie.”

You choke out a laugh.

“You’re a king amongst men, you know that?” You say raising your drink up in homage. “A real diamond in the rough.”

“I try.” He says before his phone chimes indicating the end of his break. He tosses his coffee can into the trash before turning to face you. “Be safe out there tonight alright? Mischief Night, it’s no joke.”

“I know.” You say, using your palm to brush your hair back so he can see the neat scar tucked in against your hairline. “Abbot stitched me up real nice last year after someone through a brick through the windshield of the ambulance.”

“Christ.” He says his fingertips brushing over the indented flesh. “Nice work through.”

“Yea, that man knows exactly what he’s doing with a needle and thread.” You say softly as his fingertips trail lower to the one at the edge of your eye socket that’s barely visible.

“And this one?” He asks, his gaze meeting yours and that’s when it happens that lightning bolt you hear about in all those romance books you read. That moment of recognition, of connection. You don’t understand because you’ve hung out with John Shen hundreds of times since he’s become an attending and although there’s always been chemistry, there’s never been intimacy, not like this.

Your radio crackles again, your call sign being hailed over the line as he pulls away and you feel the loss acutely as you take the radio off your hip.

“You can tell me later.” He tells you as he heads towards the entrance at the hospital. “Over breakfast after shift.”

“EMS don’t get the cushy shifts you doctors do.” You remind him, bring the radio to your mouth, finger resting on the button. “I’m on til 11am.”

“Alright, we’ll do brunch then.” He responds, walking backwards towards The Pitt. “You’ve got my number, text me when you’re off and I’ll come out and meet you.”

“You’ll be too tired John.” You call out across the ambulance bay.

“Baby, I’ve got stamina for days.” He informs you as he ducks back in through the entrance. “Trust me I’ll be there.”

Fuck me, you think. No unsolicited dick pics and stamina for days. You might just fall in love with this man.

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[arguing] Skip: I sure as shit ain’t payin’ you for whatever this is, lad. Aster: Please, Robin-… Robin: I said all I had to say, okay? I’m done-.. get over it and leave me alone already. Skip: Stormy seas, eh? Robin: Something like that. Skip: Well, chin up! There’s other fish n’ all. Robin: Is everything you say ocean related? Skip: Half the fun o‘ bein’ a seaman, innit-.. an’ don’t laugh at that neither. [Robin cackled anyway, grateful for Skip’s effort to distract him and for the job that’d kept him busy recently] … Levi: What’re you doing? [Wren jumped slightly, almost toppling into the crates she’d hid herself behind] Wren: Fuck’s sake! Levi: I didn’t take you for a stalker. Wren: [tuts] I came to do your dirty work and annoy Robin-.. Aster was already here though, they’re arguing. Levi: About what? Wren: I don’t know, I forgot my spy equipment-.. what’re you doing here? Levi: I also enjoy annoying Robin; plus, I thought I’d see if Alex was oka-… Wren: Shh, shh! [Aster’s bewildered gaze flicked between Wren and a suddenly sprawling Levi, trying to work out why they were both in the same place-.. had they followed him, what were they doing? Did they know each other?] Wren: ‘Sup, Ass-man. Aster: Stop-.. how do you two know each other? Levi: We don’t. Wren: We met through an STD support group; syphilis is way more common than you’d think. Levi: I don’t have fucking syphilis! Wren: He’s still in the denial phase… … Aster: [lowly] It’s fine, I know what she’s like. Levi: How’s that? Aster: I mean, like-.. well, I’ve seen her at school and stuff, y’know? Levi: [sighs] Can we cut the shit, Aster? I know you’ve been dating Robin for a whil-… Aster: We’re not together. Levi: Anymore, or..? Aster: Like, full stop! What the hell, Levi.. what makes you think I’d date Robin?! Levi: Dude, c’mon… Aster: I’ve got stuff to do, okay? I’ll see you later.

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Mamma Mia 𓂃۶ৎ

Charles Smith x reader, John Marston x reader, Javier Escuella x reader

rating: explicit (18+)

Life has been hectic lately, which is only amplified after you find out you're pregnant. The kicker? You don't know who the father is.

content warning: f reader, smut MDNI, liberal use of the RDR2 timeline, reader is going through it, cheating (not by reader), pregnancy, angst, fluff, i'm ovulating sorry

word count: 4.3k

You're fucked. Absolutely fucked.

The doctor in Strawberry was very certain. You're pregnant.

With whose child? Well.

A month ago, you had had the two weeks from hell. A rendezvous with a past lover, a lay with a friend with benefits, and a night with the man you pined for, had all happened in a very short amount of time.

And one of them is the father of your unborn child.

"I'm fucked."

Arthur lifted his head as you said that, his hat revealing his concerned look. Passersby gave you both judging looks, only amplified by Arthur's panicked look.

"What did he say?" He asked. You opened your mouth, but arthur was already listing possibilities, "Pox? Flu? Scarlet fever? Syphilis?!"

"Christ, Arthur, calm down!" You said through gritted teeth, grabbing his arm and dragging him to where your horses were waiting.

He stares down at you, eyes wide as he awaits your explanation. You sigh, avoiding his scrutinising look and patting your mare, Lavender's neck.

"i'm pregnant." You sigh.

Arthur stares at you for a minute. You turn to look at him, as he stares at you stock still.

"Is it mine?"

"Arthur, we haven't had sex."

"Oh. Right. Sorry, I panicked." He clears his throat, taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair, "So who's the father?"

"That's the thing..."

"God, it's not Sean is it?" Arthur asks with a mix of fear and revulsion.

"No!"

"Thank god."

"It's either-"

"Either?!"

"Shush!" You slap his arm, shutting him up, "It's either john's, Javier's or Charles'."

He stares at you.

"You get around."

You slapped him around the back of the head. He guffaws, as you climb atop your horse with a glare his way. He climbs upon his own, and you barely make it a yard when he begins asking questions.

And he asks them the entire way back to camp.

At camp, everyone was milling about, going about their days at usual, completely unaware of your inner turmoil. Hosea greeted you warmly as you passed, and you gave him a tight lipped smile, patting his shoulder affectionately as you passed. He watched you go, eyebrows furrow in concern at your clear anxiety. When he looks at Arthur, the enforcer merely shrugs and continues to brush his horse.

You walked to Pearson's station, grabbing an apple to satiate your hunger, looking across camp.

John was arguing the Abigail, much like any other day, while Jack sat a few feet away, playing with some pebbles and stacking them into a small mountain.

You and John Marston had a past. You had been close friends as teens, which naturally progressed into romance. He even proposed to you. You thought you would live your fairytale romance, like something out of Mary-Beth's books.

That was until he got Abigail pregnant.

He came to you one night, tears in his eyes, telling you he made a mistake. It broke your heart, and no amounts of him begging you to forgive him and move past it made you yield.

He disappeared when Jack was born, fearful of becoming a father, and upset that it wasn't you he was sharing a baby with. You liked Abigail, and grew closer to her during her pregnancy. When Jack was born, you took on the role of his second parent until John decided to step up.

When he finally returned, you were glad he was here for his son, but refused to talk much to him.

That was, until that night.

A month ago, you and he had been attempting to rob a stage coach. An unexpected interrupted by the law, had the two of you fleeing on foot after your horses were spooked.

Angry words were thrown between you, years of pent up rage and heart break coming to a head. Before long, you had him pressed to a tree with a knife to his throat, pouring out your heart as tears filled your eyes. He watched you with somber eyes, before taking the knife from your hand gently, and holding you close.

You slept with him that night. You allowed him to hold you close and murmur apologies into your neck as he rocked his body into yours. He clung to you like a life boat, and you held him just as hard. Your heart was breaking all over again.

After you both redressed, you asked him to never speak of this again, and left him devastated in the middle of the woods.

A bang startled you out of your thoughts, turning to see Uncle apologising after knocking over a crate. You wave him off, looking back at John, only seeing his back as he walks away from Abigail.

You sigh, taking another bite of your apple as you look to your left, spotting Javier sharpening his knife below a tree.

After John broke your heart all those years ago, you became a nightmare to be around. Always snapping, always angry, arguing with Dutch and ignoring Hosea's attempt to help.

Two days after John told you of Abigail's pregnancy, you found yourself sitting a ways away from camp, crying against a tree as the moon shone down on you. Your heart ached, but you didn't know how to express your agony. John, Hosea, Arthur, Dutch... they all wanted you to talk through your pain, but you just couldn't.

Footsteps approached you, and you spotted Javier walking towards you. He held his hands up in a calming manner, offering a small smile as he sat down beside you.

You sniffed, rubbing your nose in slight shame. He hummed, wordlessly pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, offering it to you. You accepted, letting the burn in your lungs and flush of nicotine in your head distract you. He said nothing, simply sitting with you while you shared the cigarette. After a while, you rested your cheek on his shoulder, and he held you close.

For so long, it felt like your life was a river, ebbing and flowing during the chaos of outlaw life. Until John's betrayal hit you, a damn breaking and flooding the water.

Javier became a raft for you to hold on while you waded through the wreckage.

He was a great friend. Unlike Arthur in ways, who you adored, for the fact that he hadn't been with the gang long enough to feel like a brother.

Maybe that is why you slept with him.

It happened naturally. The two of you sat in his tent as he tuned his guitar, the morning sun slowly rising. Everyone else was asleep. You leant on his shoulder, letting the calm wash over you. You turned to look at him at the same time he turned to look at you, and you pressed your lips to his gently.

After that morning, filled with affectionate and passionate sex, you and he began a friendship with benefits.

It was all you needed for the moment, never worrying that he would break your heart because he didn't ask for it, just two people who cared for one another, caring for one another.

He looked up as you watched him, his stoic face breaking out into a kind smile. You returned it.

Sean stole his attention for a moment, and you chuckled at javiers instant frustration.

When you turned, your eyes fell on Charles.

You and charles were... complicated. He joined the group not long before the incident in Blackwater, immediately establishing himself as a strong and reliable member of the gang. He was fierce, but calm. Deadly when needed, but gentle when he wanted to be.

You and he rarely talked at first, apart from the occasional greeting and small conversation by the camp fire.

But he saved your life during Blackwater. While havoc ensued, a lawman shot you in the arm while you fled. Charles arrived like a knight in shining armour, taking out the lawman and ignoring his own injuries as he carried you to safety.

In colter, you found yourself falling for him. you watched him as he worked, his brow always set in quiet contemplation, his eyes showing an intelligence and understanding you were unused to seeing.

You were resigned to never tell him your feelings, holding your heart in your hands like a newborn baby, protecting it from all outside forces. John broke your heart, Javier helped you put it back together, and you were afraid to put it out there to be at risk of being shattered again.

After arriving at horseshoe overlook, you took to hunting as well as your 'womanly' duties, and Charles offered to teach you how to use a bow. The two of you would regularly go hunting together, something which you both loved and hated.

A month ago, on one of your trips, rain began to fall too heavily to see, and you decided to camp where you were to avoid getting lost in the storm.

Being around him had felt even more intense that day, and in the dead of night; your body acted before your mind could.

You left your tent, clearing your throat outside of his and asking charles if you could come in. When you entered, he sat up, an eyebrow raised in concern.

He looked so beautiful.

You found yourself pressing your lips to his urgently, needing your actions to speak for you, as your world would surely fail to do your feelings justice.

After a moment of hesitation, he cupped your cheek, bringing you further into the kiss, lying down and bringing you with him. No words were spoken.

Charles held you close as he stripped you both of your clothes. He was gentle and slow as he rolled you on top of him, fucking up into you with ease. his soft groans and praises filled your head. You fell asleep on top of him, your bare skin pressed to his.

When you woke up, he was already getting dressed, not looking at you as he frowned down at the ground.

"Charles?" You asked groggily.

He looked over at you, opening his mouth to speak before he closed it, his jaw ticking.

"We best be going. They'll be worried about us." With that, he left.

Your fragile heart cracked.

Clearly, he regretted what happened. You resigned to hide your hurt and never speak of it. No more words were exchanged between the both of you on the way back. In fact, you hadn't spoken at all since that day.

You tore your eyes from him before he could see you, tossing the apple core away as you walked back to your tent.

The sun set, and the camp was once again alive with music and chatter, drinks flowing easily.

You were sat beside Arthur around the campfire, trying to follow Sean singing a song you were not familiar with. Your eyes kept going to Javier, who was smiling easily as he strummed his guitar. Catching your eye, he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, completely unaware of the reason why you were not partaking in the drinks.

Jack was sat at your feet, trying to avoid his mother so he could stay up past his bed time. You held his hands in yours, waving them about in dance, and he laughed happily, looking up at you with loving eyes.

Your heart clenched. Jack felt like your own at this point, god knows Abigail considered you his third parent.

You could be carrying his sibling, the child of the man you once loved more than anything.

Feeling the familiar sense of someone's eyes on you, you looked up and saw john watching you. His eyes were soft, a small smile on his lips as he watched you with his son. He made eye contact with you, the familiar look of grief and sorrow filling his grey eyes. You looked away, turning back to jack to focus on making him do silly dances again.

Abigail laughed and hugged your shoulder, telling Jack to head to bed before she makes him sleep even earlier the next night. With a kiss to your cheek, he walked away, hand in hand with his mother, and John followed them after.

You stood as well, apologetically refusing the whiskey bottle Sean offered you, siting a bad stomach. Arthur watched as you left, trying to be casual with his worry. Javier noticed, though.

Walking back to your own tent, you spotted Charles making his way through the camp, carrying more logs for the fire.

He looked at you at the same time, he pace faltering before he kept walking, nodding to you before passing.

"Charles-"

"Sleep well, Y/N."

You felt your throat close up as he walked away.

Turning back, you saw Hosea sitting on his own bed roll, a book in his lap as he gave you a sad smile. You returned it, joining his side. His presence comforted you, though you were unsure about telling him of your situation, worried about his reaction.

He noticed. He knew you too well to ignore your obvious distress.

"What's wrong, my dear?" Hosea asks softly.

You sighed, playing with the laces of your boots, avoiding his eyes, "Just... life."

He was quiet for a moment, before putting his book away and taking your hand in his, "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"I'm... I'm pregnant." You whispered.

His eyebrows raise, and he takes a deep breath, "is it Charles'?"

"I, uh, I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"It could be his. We were, um, intimate about a month ago. But... I slept with Javier a few days before that, and John about a week before both of them."

This is humiliating, you think to yourself.

Hosea sighs, holding the bridge of his nose. You gnawed at your lip, expecting his disappointment and a lecture, at the least.

But he held your hand harder, giving you a soft look.

"I don't care who the father is, dear. That's your baby, and it's going to be a damn force of nature, that's for sure." He says fondly, "You should talk to them, let them know what's happening, and we need to tell the others so we can prepare... having Jack is hard enough when we're constantly in danger. We'll need to lay low, make sure you and the baby are safe."

You smile, relieved at his immediate support, leaning into him so he can wrap an arm around you, kissing the crown of your head paternally.

"Thank you, Hosea."

"Of course, sweetheart, we'll figure this out."

Seven months had passed since the day you found out you were pregnant.

Hosea had convinced Dutch to pull off one grand score, getting enough money for the gang to semi-permanently move into a farm far away from Blackwater and the Pinkertons.

The gang was excited for the new addition, though it took a while to get used to.

The girls were constantly distracted from their chores because they were sewing you maternity dresses and little baby clothes. Miss Grimshaw complained about losing a worker and the women being distracted, but would always be the first one checking on you and berating you for doing too much.

Hosea and arthur were always at your side, when they weren't working on the farm. By the time your bump was big enough that you couldn't see your feet, Arthur was attached to your hip, picking heavy things up for you and carrying you if need be.

They were both excited to be an uncle and a grandfather. The calm life in the farm was making everyone happier, though Dutch often disappeared to go and search out scores.

Life was good, though. Everyone could agree to that.

The fathers were settling, as well. Despite the strangeness of the situation.

Javier had reacted to the news the best.

He knew about your nights with John and Charles, and didn't care who the real father was. He was just excited to meet the little one, singing to your growing belly and helping you come up with names.

John had freaked out initially. He was afraid of what the future would hold, especially due to the uncertainty of who the father would be. He avoided you at first, but when you started showing, your relationship improved. His priority became your safety and comfort.

But even when he was in a weird mood, Abigail would step up, helping you with your aches and nausea and never ending worries. Jack was obsessed with the bump, not caring for the overall tensions and just being happy that he would have a little sister or little brother. Abigail assured you, that no matter who the father was, the baby would have Jack as a big brother. Hearing her say that made you cry, grateful for your little family.

Charles was concerned at first. He was understanding of your situation, and decided to no longer distance himself from you, not when you were vulnerable. He checked on you morning and night, making sure you ate and got enough rest. But there was a lingering worry in your mind.

During your fifth month, you were overwhelmed with hormones, your emotions got the better of you constantly.

Charles found you crying in the barn and immediately fell to your side, taking your hand and pressing a strong palm to your belly, asking what was wrong in his gentle, baritone voice.

"I'm sorry, Charles." You said, voice thick with tears, "I'm sorry all of this is happening. If this baby is yours, I'm sorry you're going to be stuck with me. I know you regret what happened between us. It's not fair to trap you."

Charles looked confused, intertwining your fingers as he looked away, searching for the right words.

"I thought... you would want to forget it happened." He said gently, rubbing your bump soothingly, "I didn't want you to feel obligated to stay with me because we slept together."

"Are you kidding me? I love you, you moron." you said through tears.

Charles' face softened, his hand leaving your belly to cup your cheek. You leaned into it, your tears coating his warm palm.

"I'm sorry, my love." He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "No more tears. We're in this together now."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything."

Another few weeks have passed, and you and charles lay on your shared bed, another agonising day of being huge and the baby still hadn't arrived.

The doctor said you were a week overdue, and you had been given strict instructions on what to do to speed up the process. Walking, drinking specific tea's, having sex... a lot of sex, and nothing had happened. Your back was killing you, even just lying down.

You groaned, standing up. Charles watched you, eyes soft as you stretched and rubbed at your bump.

"Everything alright?" he asked.

"Yup, just the old back pain." you sighed, stretching your back and walking around leisurely, cracking your stiff joints.

"You're starting to sound like uncle."

"Excuse you, I have a reason to complain. I'm carrying a toddler at this point."

You looked out at the night sky as Charles chuckled, turning back over in bed to get some rest. The stars twinkled up above, and you admired them with a small smile. The baby kicked gently, eager to get out and see them for itself.

The sound of dripping liquid caught your attention, and you looked down, noticing some water pooling by your feet. You were confused for a second, before you began panicking.

"Oh shit." you whispered, looking at charles, who immediately sprung up from the bed and came to your side.

"What's wrong?" he looked down, face completely calm as he assessed the situation.

He looked up with a smile, which you shakily shared.

"Baby's coming." You said breathlessly.

Endings...

here i go again john's version

a fire within my soul javier's version

now or never charles' version

Thank you for reading, it's been months since I completed a fanfic so I'm cheesin at my phone screen. Likes and reblogs are appreciated but I just hope you enjoyed! <3

[gloomskulls]

I guess my type is emperor/king, with severe mommy issues, jealous of their sibling, killed their sibling, is a manwhore, an unhinged personality, got abruptly killed by their own men, entitled man-child, has a pet they cherish, and probably has syphilis

[eclipseiz]

Twin Thrones

pairing- caracalla x fem! oc x geta

(♡ synopsis)- calista amulis was determined to get her brother back, no matter the cost. even if that means she had to cozy up with the emperor's to do it.

part 1 of ?

please note...

✧ this is set PRE gladiator 2 as the story progresses it might dabble in the beginning but that's about it.

✧caracalla will not have syphilis in this story, he'll just be a crazy freak.

✧this story is gonna be dirty and raw (lol) so 18+

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Calista Amulis was set on saving her brother, Caius from Rome the moment she had heard he’d been sold to them.

The sun beat down relentlessly as she leapt from the boat, the heat biting into her skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire that fueled her every movement. She darted away, her heart pounding with urgency, desperate to stay ahead of the soldier she had seduced only hours before for the free ride to Rome. She had played her part well, weaving the web of deception so carefully. She stumbled upon a young woman walking with a basket filled with what looked like bread, “Pardon me!” she called out making the woman turn around

“Yes?” the woman raised an eyebrow

Calista looked around and leaned in closer, “Do you know who I can talk to in regards to the Gladiators?”

She seemed to think for a moment before answering, “Macrinus would be your gentleman. He buys them up the moment they touch Roman soil. If I were to guess I'd say he's in his office near the Gladiators cells just down there.” she pointed down a dusty stairway to the right of the Colosseum.

With a quick ‘thank you’ Calista began down the path coming across a bustling corridor with training men she assumed to be the gladiators and guards. “What's your business here girl?” a bald man walked over to her.

“I'm looking for a man named Macrinus, is he here?” she asked folding her hands together

He grunted and began walking, commanding her to follow him with a wave of his hand. She moved with him until they stood in front of an archway, “Sire this girl here has a few words for you.”

Calista stepped into the room and watched as Macrinus gave her a once over, “Thank you Viggo you may return to the floor.” After the guard had retreated, Macrinus leaned back and clasped his hands together, “Well why have you come to see me…?” he requested her name.

She moved to sit at a chair in front of the desk, “Calista. My brother was sold to you after our city was attacked and I would like for you to release him. I'll give you anything you require.” 

Macrinus tilted his head before letting out a laugh, “Silly girl, who knows if your brother is still alive.”

“Caius. His name is Caius.” she urged

The man thought for a moment, “Ah yes ‘Cyclops’. Quite the fighter…managed to lose his eye during his first fight here.”

Her face flashed with worry, “He’s still standing then?”

“For now.” Macrinus answered with a shrug. He got up from his seat over to where he had a glass of wine, “I know what you can do for me.”

Calista straightened her posture and put her confident mask in place, “Anything.”

The older man hummed, “I'm sure you’ve heard of the emperors Geta and Caracalla from wherever you have come from?” 

“The twin tyrants?” 

His lips twitched, “Correct. I want to take them down and I had no way of doing so until now. You are a pretty girl, Calista, just their type…”

She furrowed her brows, “I am not following.”

“The emperors are young fragile men. Just the kind who can be turned agaisnt each other when it comes to a young beautiful woman.” he handed her a cup half full of the alcohol.

She swirled the liquid in the cup, “You want me to seduce them? Both of them? How do you suppose I got close enough to do that?” 

“I can handle that without fretting. Though you will need to wear something of more taste.” he gestured to her raggedy dress which she had been wearing for days.

Calista stood, setting the cup back down, “And after I somehow manage to pin them against one another, what after?”

Marcinus took the girl's face in his hands, “I'll take over from there. You'll find I can be very persuasive.”

She scoffed, “And you'll let my brother go?”

He gives her a pat on the cheeks before backing away, “If all goes to plan then yes. Caius will be freed.”

“And if it doesn't?” she anxiously questioned

“Then you'll most likely die at the hands of the emperors.” he shrugged like it was nothing.

Calista let out a breath of air before slowly nodding, “Fine I'll do it.”

“Wonderful!” Macrinus beamed, his smile wide and full of triumph, as though he'd just secured a victory in a game of great importance. “I can arrange for you to meet them as soon as tomorrow. But first, let me tell you a little about them.” He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping on the edge of his desk as he considered the task at hand. “Geta is the older twin,” he began, his tone steady and assured. “He’s the one I consider the true leader. Handles most of the imperial duties, keeps things running smoothly. He's a sharp, methodical person who expects loyalty, and demands it. He’s the one you’ll have to watch closely.” Macrinus paused, rocking back slightly, as though trying to find the right words for the next part. "Caracalla, on the other hand..." He shook his head, a flicker of something between amusement and disbelief crossing his face. "Crazy, to put it lightly. He's unpredictable, impulsive and makes decisions on a whim, often with disastrous results. He'll be the easy one to handle, no doubt. But it’s Geta you need to worry about." He sat forward, his gaze sharpening. "Geta is the real challenge. If you can get to him, take him down, the rest will fall into place.”

She regarded Macrinus for a moment, her expression calm but calculating. "I see," she said slowly, her voice smooth and confident.

Macrinus tipped his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll have my servant prepare your bath, clothes, everything. If all goes well with the twins tomorrow, they'll likely request a room for you at their palace."

She blinked, a furrow of confusion crossing her brow. "Wait, hold on," she said, her voice calm but edged with uncertainty. "Just like that? They’ll let me in? You make it sound almost too easy."

“It’s not as difficult as you’re making it sound,” he said, his tone calm and reassuring. “The twins are accustomed to intrigue and manipulation, but they both believe in appearances. A beautiful, well-dressed woman appearing as if by chance? They’ll think nothing of it. The way you present yourself will make all the difference.” He paused, watching her carefully. “Don’t overthink it. If you act confident, poised, and play to their egos, they’ll let you in without a second thought.

She chuckled sarcastically, the tension in her expression easing for a moment. "Let's hope I'm as good of an actor as I've been told then." Her voice was dry, but there was a flicker of determination beneath it.

“Cordelia!” Macrinus called for his servant. “I'll have her get you cleaned up. Get a good night's rest and get ready for tomorrow.”

“If sleep can even call upon me.” With that, she exited, the weight of what was to come settling on her shoulders. Tomorrow would tell whether the pieces would fall into place or whether she'd be walking into a trap.

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[luciferrswolves]

uhhhhh @subpar-humor asked for people to reblog their post with rejected longform names, and I got slightly invested and thought it’d be easier in an actual post, so….

Oo’s Yer Dad (The off-season)

Mr Polar Bear goes to London (And So It Begun)

Satan's Little Helper (The Detective versus The Christmas Tree Bandits)

The Seven Sins of the Screaming Menopausals (Toby's Secret Pocket)

Get Out of My Face! (Burglary and Bobsledding)

The Murderous Mummy Spider (Moist and Magical)

Who Stole All The Blue Cheese?! (Murders In Space)

The Fishmonger of Venice (The Lighthouse)

The Internet's Search History. When The Nightingale Sang It's Last Song. The Chicken and The Polka Dot Dress (Wine Under The Bridge)

Bengal Brothers. Marge Is On A Vengeance (Caesar and Juliet)

When Porcupines Splat (Priscilla's Final Petal)

Revenge On Sight. Cheeeers. (The Evil Make-A-Wish Kid)

The Elephant Boy. The Butterfly Strangler. Safari Death Row. (Susan's Holiday)

Stalker. (Beetroots and Murder)

I'm Sorry It Just Happened (The Milkman)

The Flamboyant Flamingo (The Neighbour's Under The Bed)

The Magic Paperclip. Donald Trump's Apology (The Leftenmost Window)

The Devil. The One That Got Away. The Dinosaur Really Ate My Books (The Prime Minister's First Day)

One Man Six Strangers. Bilbo Baggins Finds A Diamond. The Confused Racist Panda (The Excited Chinchilla)

The Jimmy Savile Story. Spare? The Lion, The Witch and The Nazi (The Cardboard Stegosaurus)

Gender Reassignment Surgery. The Man Who Sold His Kidney (Wild, Wet and Worrisome)

The Monkey Who Ate A Banana. The Sea Platypus Who Went On A Bridge. (No! I Always Loved That Caravan!)

Taxidermy For Beginners. The Leaning Brothel (All Eyes On Nigel)

First Murder. Last Murder (BUS)

Plato and the Conundrum of the Cucumber. Eureka I've Found It! Return of the Syphilis (Inside The Mysterious Cube)

CAKE! Shit Happens (The Midnight Mystery)

BOOBS! Cuckolding (Once Upon A Time I Killed Mum)

The Shrimp Who Loved A Tortoise. That Horse Looks Kinda Hot (The Hare Who Wore A Sweater)

A Rainy Day In England. Masters Of The Glitter Sky (Too Big To Be A Jockey)

Dogging In Westminster (The Dark Moons Of Slough)

Chandelier! (The Meringue Haberdashery)

The Great Pretender. Gladiator (Oh My God, Is This A Joke)

I didn’t include the names that were combined to create the actual name, and I skipped like one bc I was tired but otherwise this is all

[joaniam]

Punish Lakan or Comfort Fengxian: Punitive Justice vs Restorative Justice

Major spoilers for season 1 of Apothecary Diaries, fyi

Lakan is a specter haunting the second half of season 1. Being a total creep, setting impossible tasks, lurking around, trying to contact Maomao, despite the Look she gives Jinshi when he mentions the guy's name.

And yet... get gets the girl in the final episode. He gets to happily marry the love of his life.

In some versions (i.e. web novel) Fengxian dies during Lakan's three years away. His suffering has no relief. For his lapse, his absence, for being such a creep in the narrative, he is punished. A fitting end for a dude who has been, thus far, kind of creepy at best.

He gets what he deserves. The love of his life is dead, and his daughter is totally estranged from him; after all, who would want to be around this dude?

But, like, what good is that to Fengxian?

In the manga and anime, Fengxian is still alive, though suffering from the rashes and general paresis of late stage syphilis. She barely recognizes people around her, and doesn't really do much except sometimes sing or arrange stones on her bed like she's playing go.

Of course, we might also say 'well she did cut off part of her toddler's pinkey finger, do we really need to care?'

Well, by this stage the syphilis probably got well into her brain. That, plus the horrible shock of losing the man she's risked EVERYTHING for put her in what one might call A Bit Of A State. She surely wasn't in her right mind at that point.

Secondly, Maomao is rather philosophical about the entire thing. So even she doesn't really want revenge or anything.

And thirdly, by the time we reach canon, Fengxian is too sick to hurt anybody. No matter what she has done in the past, she is now 100% reliant on those around her, who have essentially absolute power over her.

What is the just way to use that power here? For a sick, dying woman?

In the web novel, Fengxian dies alone in an annex, dutifully taken care of by Verdigris House, despite her actions bringing the reputation and stability of the house into very serious question.

In the manga and anime, she is reunited with the man she loves and gets to play go with him for the rest of her days. The people who have looked after her get to throw a HUGE party, and Verdigris House's reputation jumps up yet again.

In the end, Lakan gets his happy ending. But so does Fengxian.

Fengxian, who most of us probably just instinctively pity, if not recoil from. She gets to be taken care of by someone who loves her, who sees her as beautiful, and who delights in her company.

We are all going to end up like Fengxian to one degree or another. We will depend on others for our care. I only hope that we all might get someone half as dedicated to see us to our end.

[baddieland09]

It’ll be okay

Warnings:fluff and angst

Summary:You and Spencer meet at a coffee shop but after losing his last relationship losing mave room a toll he isn’t sure if he’s ready to move off but he keeps finding himself at that bookstore waiting to see you again

Guys someone requested this in my comments so this is there request thingy

Word count:1,282

Spencer Reid x fem reader

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I walk down the street looking for the bookstore I had been recommended from someone who knew how much I liked to read

When I had finally found it I was happy my legs burned a bit and in all honesty I was out of breathe

I open the door hearing a little ding sound letting the shop owner that someone had arrived

Walking down the aisle looking for the genre I liked I see a tall man with brown hair and..dressed like a grandpa?

I don’t know he was cute so I push aside the nervousness I felt and walk up to him I was gonna try to start a conversation

“Um Hi WHATS your name”

I smile at him when he looks at me

“Oh um Spencer…Reid”

I nod taking in the way he looks

“Do you know where the history books are I can’t fined them”

He nods as I see him glance off into the area behind me thinking

“The third row” he says a little awkwardly

I nod and smile at him

“Thank you”

I smile at him this time a little wider

He nods back and goes back to what he’s doing as I walk off hearing him leave the store quickly

I get my book and pay for it holding the small paper bag as I walk out looking for more stuff to do

For the next couple days I read my book thinking about our conversation

Didn’t matter where I was or what I was doing I had that book in my hands

I laid in my bed before finally finish the book and laying down deciding I was gonna go back to the book store Tommorow

When I did I was once again walking down the street I didn’t mind thr walk tho It was nice to see everything around me

I walk in seeing the same bookseller she smiles seeing me so I smiled and waved back

I was walking down the isle slightly hoping I’d see Spencer again he was so cute

I make it to the history section seeing a head of brown hair and tall figure and I imedantly smile

I see him just standing there looking like he was waiting for something or someone

I see him looking around before he had seen me and looks at the ground

I walk closer smiling at him

“Oh hey Spencer how have you been”

I was trying be nice to get him to talk to me more or my main goal was trynna get his number

I loved basically everything about him his hair,the way he dressed anything you could named I loved-

“Hi”

I smile at him he was so cute and nerdy

“Y/n my name is y/n”

He nods

“Did you like the book you got”

He suddenly asks me

“Yeah-yeah I did it was good”

He nods

“What book did you get”

He suddenly ask me which made me smile

“The radium girls”

He nods before I see him perk up a bit

“Did you know The women's illnesses included: Toothaches and loss of teeth Jaw necrosis Severe anemia Brittle bones The women's deaths were covered up by their employer, who blamed them on syphilis. The women's legal action led to changes in labor safety standards”

He says smiling a bit

“I didn’t know the last part”

He nods before continuing

“ The women's cases helped establish occupational disease labor law”

I smile at him listening before I finally get the nerves to speak up

“hey can I get your number”

I see him tense up and bit clearly I said something wrong or atleast Im my eyes

“Im sorry that was weird”

“No it’s okay but yes you c-can”

He writes his number in the book I was getting

“Bye y/n”

He waved awkwardly before leaving rhat was weird he didn’t even buy anything

I go to pay for the book the bookseller putting it in the same paper bag as before

“You know HES came in for the last couple days waiting a couple hours I think he was waiting for you”

I was shook at that “Waiting for me”

she nods smiling

“yes for you dear” I leave and later that night me and Spencer were texting a bit but he was being a little slow with reply’s

A couple days later he calls me asking if I wanna come over to his for a date of course I said yes who wouldn’t

He tells me he will be at my house by 7 aclock I quickly got into the shower and did everything else in my routine before sitting on my couch waiting for him

a hour later I hear him knock on the door quickly taking a deep breath and opening my door seeing him standing there with flowers

“I saw you staring at a book about these”

He hands my a bouquet of my favorite flowers

I smile taking them out his hand

“thank you”

We get to his car getting in before he starts driving towards his house

Once we get there he nervously opens the door letting me inside I see a table setup with candles and food on the stove the stove off before he turns it on

I notice a couple picture frames of a girl She had brown hair and palish pink skin I decide to ask him about it

“hey Spencer” he hums stiring something

“who’s the girl in the photos” he pauses before speaking a little more quietly

“she was my girlfriend for 10 months she was shot infront of me”

i just stand there in shock

“shot?” He nods before continuing

“im a profiler for the FBI” I just nod this was a lot of information to take in

“Im so sorry that happened”

“THATS why I was so cautious of you at first I thought you were pretty yes but I didn’t want you to get hurt cause you’d be in danger being with me is that something your willing to risk”

I nod and he just stands there

“are you sure” His voice almost broke

“Im sure”

I watch as he takes the food bringing it up to the table putting some on our plates both of us sitting down it was some type of spaghetti but it looked and smelled good

“It smells good”

He smiled at me

“Thank you”

We both begin to eat it was really good so I was eating a little fast

“Thank you for inviting me over”

I smile at him

“You’re welcome”

After we got finished he tells me I can go relax in the living room while he washes the dishes

I sat on his couch looking around He comes back and I smile at him as he sits down

“there’s a lot to talk about” He ended up telling me everything about him his job,teamtes,mauve and everything else

I just listened

“Spencer I don’t care about what you’ve done I care about you like a lot”

“we’ve only know each other for a little bit”

I nod he was right but I still had my point

“yeah but I Still care you know” He nods

“yeah”

I smile a bit

“does your little profiling thing tell you Im lying”

He looks me over for a second

“No” I nod

“we’ll your right” He smiles a bit

“Im hardy ever wrong” I laugh shoving him slightly

“I really like you Spencer” He nods

“We’ll I really like you too Y/n”

I lean in a bit and I see him hesitate before he does too our lips finally connecting he wraps his hands around the back of my head

“Itll be okay we’ll get thru this” I say into the kiss

He nods

“I know I like you too much to not try too”

[whereserpentswalk]

You've gone to hell, and it's not like, super terrible. It's not as nice as the big afterlives like heaven or nirvana or even hades, but it's not like horrible or anything. Satan really wanted this to be a cool place for sinners to hang out, he's clearly trying his best, he just doesn't have the same budget to work with.

You get to hang out with a lot of neat people down here. Your roommate when you first get an apartment in hell is a girl who died medieval Venice. Apparently she spent a lot of time dressed as a man and may have drowned a priest because of a girl they were mutually trying to seduce. She knows a lot of the best places to hang out in hell, which is basically just one giant city at this point because there's not that much space in any given afterlife and there are a lot of people here.

There are some truly terrible people down here. You met someone who made a living selling fake cures for syphilis. And you nearly got into a fist fight with a crusader whose down here for consuming human meat. But generally most sinners you meet are chill people who just sort of had nowhere else to go.

Not much happens in hell. Occasionally the demons give people activities, but for the most part you're just on your own. But that makes it kind of chill, nobody eats or sleeps or has sex or anything, you just kind of hang out and talk, and watch a lot of movies and read books. Nobody has to work, sometimes you create art because you have the time but that's not the same as a job.

Its fun swapping stories with people from the past. Everyone understands eachothers languages for whatever reason, so you can talk to eachother without an issue. You feel so connected to human history, there are so many people down here with interesting lives.

Occasionally you'll meet someone historically famous, like Joan of Arc, Thomas Jefferson, and Steve Jobs all live down here and you might just run into them. And you find that cool. You saw HP Lovecraft crying on the side of the street near your apartment, you think he just does that sometimes.

Generally hell just feels chill. It feels like you should be more passionate about being down here. You didn't die for a very happy reason. You're happy that you get to relax now. Even if it isn't heaven.

[byebyassociation]

Cahara the Skank (Character analysis)

Tw: The topics of 1500s prostitution, violent rape and suicide ideation

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Cahara as a protagonist

“Cahara of the South… He originates from the Eastern Sanctuaries. A bastard child left on his own at a very young age. Somehow this poor soul found his way to these dungeons…”

Cahara grew up under unfortunate circumstances, as he was abandoned in Jettiah he had to learn nothing in life came easy or freely

He had three choices to be a pickpocket, burglar, Or lead an honest life

But this choice means little past starting skill/item. No matter what Cahara becomes a mercenary.

“As you grew older you took part in various mercenary armies and learned the dirtiest tricks to stay alive. You were taken in by a notorious veteran highwayman and you joined his little band of criminals and ex-soldiers.”

Instead his first real life choice is if he will stay beside his first real allies or ditch them for his life.

They do not join him in the dungeons if they live

“During one of your many raids, your brigade got ambushed. The odds were seriously against you. You could have just abandoned your comrades and kept you life, or you could have fought to your last breath...”

He didn’t have to take this mission, however his mental narration states as if he does: shoving down fear for the money.

“Something is clearly not right about this mission and you have felt nausea since the the moment you agreed on the job. But you are short on silver and the reward is all that matters in the end.”

Really, he shoved his own feelings down for Celeste

"Celeste, you're still doing this job with the little one on the way and all?!"

Cahara is not opposed to Celeste’s sex work, instead he is opposed to the men who want her due to her pregnancy

"If anything, I feel like there're more gentlemen folks asking for my services these days."

"This isn't right. I don't like it."

"Girl's gotta eat and now I got the little one to feed as well”

"I'm a man. I should take care of you two."

“I’m leaving tomorrow if— no when I get back things will change. You just wait and see!"

He doesn’t tell her what to do, only stating what he himself can do for her

Sadly, he either already had a sense this could be his end or didn’t even let himself think this would be the last time he spoke to or saw Celeste in the flesh

"Just promise you do come back."

He knocked her up in a brothel and contracted syphilis.

“You also get an itch in your groin area...”

Unfortunately a sign of the sorts of people who’d pay for her services without care for her body.

After at least speaking with Celeste he fully made up his mind. He wouldn’t come back without the cash.

“But didn’t he like it?”

Cahara as an NPC

"Oh hey."

"You got me out of here!"

Upon meeting Cahara in the prisons of the dungeons, he is quick to join your party after a short conversation

[You ask him] “What are you doing here?"

[He answers] "Wwell...”

“I do have a mission here, but let's save that story for another day, yeah?"

Regardless of your questioning, he speaks quite anxiously. Stuttering or going silent in an out of character sequence

[You ask him] "Why were you imprisoned here?"

[He answers] "I was caught by one of those malformed prison guards”

“Your conversation took an awkward turn for some reason...”

Prison guards are shown to be sexually violent to those they have access to. Both in their dialogue, their attacks and how defeat by them causes incurable hemorrhaging from sexual injuries.

Cahara does not show signs of this hemorrhaging, however D’arce doesn’t have a concussion either despite nearly having her skull caved in. Both lack status effects for the sake of balance.

When Cahara robs you he has a preference for stealing healing items

This may be his attempt to patch himself up as there is no canon cure for internal bleeding.

[D’arce’s prison dialogue says] "Le'garde... You were supposed to be here…”

When in the prisons most characters bring up your common mission. D’arce, Ragnvaldr and even Enki bring this point up

Cahara breaks this formula

[Cahara’s prison dialogue says] "Tell me... Did the guards ever capture you here?"

He wants to know if he was the only one. He wants to know if there was anything he could’ve done. He’s seeking solidarity. He’s seeking kinship

"Don't let the dungeon have it's way with you. Bye."

"Talk about traumatizing events... Sheesh…”

"This place is starting to get into my head...”

Does this sound like the words of someone unaffected by the dungeons? He is nonchalant but he is not well. In fact that last line is repeated 11 times. He has 18 unique dialogue lines in party talks, none of his dialogue or anyone else’s appears nearly as many times repeatedly.

He’s gone into shutdown, in the upper areas and especially the prisons and areas around it he just cannot hold up. Mentally he cannot juggle his need to keep moving forward and process what happened. 

This leaves his mind to go entirely unfiltered when he is in a space where he can think. Suicide ideation and turning to sex for comfort being his two major callings in this state. Sometimes even mashing together through his willingness to marry a marriage, a very literally dangerous form of sex.

"Hahaha, this is too good"

"Dying down here is most likely the easiest way to go!"

'I'm starting to feel like death would be the easiest option."

“Cahara seems really enthusiastic.”

"Just don't destroy my anus with those big muscles of yours, okay?"

"Ehh, well that's a freaky suggestion, but fine."

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Taming My Daughter’s Boyfriend with Booze and Fists of Agony • Teleporting My Cock to the Urinals Hurts When Peeing Penis Action • That Penis Is Not Mine, Stop Accusing Me of Curing Your Cancer! What • The Brothel Cup Cake Dispenser Had a Variety of Chocolate Brownies Too • The Giggling Killer Was Invited for Tea and Mustard with a Former Laughing Idiot • The Headache Fuckers with Migraine Were Chopping Fucking Painkillers • The Itchy Vampire Vagina Was a Gothic Curse from Medieval Times Song • The Lying Bitch Hermit Ducking Group Was Insisting on Bitch Slaps • The Penis Teens Shouting Squad Declared War on the Vagina Milfs Departure • The Pussy Cock Was Meowing and Cock-a-Doodle-Dooing with Glance • The Singing Orgy Group Remembered My Fancy Birthday Party, Super! • The Sock on My Penis Shook the Genuine Spokesman While Crying Song • The Syphilis Motown Singers Were Blowing Deranged Adultery at Me Song • The Toy Collector’s Mature Attitude Otter Raised Homeland Security Breach • The Triangle of Pussy and Clipping Smoothies Burping Smootch • Typical Asian Food Poured into the Purse of an European Hooker Prostitute Igloo • Under Water Farting Wiz Nick Y Minaj Naked Twerking Shower Saloon Barf Thong • Updating My Profile Picture While Pooping Macaroni with Japanese Subtitles • Using Mother´s Panther Underwear Because of Broken Shopping Bag to the Store • Washing Hamburgers with Dirty Sauce in Leather Pants While Howling • What Ugly Shit on Your Finger! Oh, It’s Your Wedding Ring? It’s Very Nice! • Whistling and Farting a Heavenly Polyphonic Song for Dying Virgins • Violin Licking Sounds by a Hard Baritone Dick Song Licker • Young Girls Selling Old Men´s Boxers in Thongs with Soulful Tutti-Frutti • Your Butthole Swallowed My Telephone, Will It Come out from the Mouth Then? • Your Mom´s Butt Massage Seems Innocent at First, Before Handing out Religious Leaflets

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Submitted via Google Form:

Any tips on creating monsters? Especially if these monsters are simply some of the native life forms of an isolated location our heroes find themselves on? I mean sure, I think of whatever creepy and scary idea you can think of and chuck it in... but there would probably be reasons they evolved that way naturally and it isn't to terrorise outsiders.

Also, if I have one of those monsters secreting a toxin, how possible is to to have one of my humans someone be immune to it, or otherwise has minimal effect on them?

Addy: If you're looking to make something fit an ecological niche, start with what already exists and work from there. Not necessarily a cut-and-paste, but take inspiration from it.

For example, there's something to be said about the simple bear. Bears are scary. They're big, they're tough, they're pretty fast, they can climb trees, they're reasonably clever, and they're very hard to kill. The word "bear" basically means "the brown one," as people used to be so scared of bears they wouldn't say their name, in case a bear got summoned.

Also wild boars. Pigs are freakishly big, and wild hogs are worse. Boar spears have a crossguard to keep the hog from just running the spear through its whole body as it runs at you. You also get into jaguars (they're like IRL drop bears in the shape of cats), crocodiles, and all sorts of kinds of things. Even hippos.

You want somewhere to start? Take a large, bulky predator (or omnivore or big herbivore) and give it some weird traits. Adapt it to the demands of your local environment. Give it a niche to fill, with a lot of the basic premise/heavy lifting done for you by nature. How about a giant bat? Or a coyote with mange (likely the origin of the capybara tale)? Or a cannibalistic giant lizard? Then add spooky and scary stuff, go for it. But remember - some of the creatures that we find very normal and commonplace? They were once considered monsters too.

For toxins... it depends on what the toxin is. If it shuts down specific metabolic processes, then your characters could be totally immune, as they have different biology. Or maybe it's like how alliums (garlic, onions, and leeks) are super toxic to most pet and livestock species, but not us. Our blood is just a bit different in a way that makes n-propyl disulfide (the compound that makes alliums toxic) wayyyy less toxic. The toxin could also be intended for birds or reptiles or whatever else, and therefore have a lesser effect on mammals. Or maybe humans are just special.

Also, threat displays are very much a thing. They're big, they're flashy, they're scary. You can have a critter that hisses and growls and blows up a neck pouch for intimidation, and the intended purpose of that is to scare off creatures that would try to steal its food.

Feral: I’m gonna take a slightly different approach to monster making than filling an evolutionary niche. Classic horror monsters often derive from thematic or symbolic exploration. Vampires are a seductive Other; although they come from older folktales, the vampire of today was born in the early 19th century to explore the racist, xenophobic, and homophobic anxieties of English society.  Werewolves also have much older origins than the common version in modern media but have always blurred the line between a civilized human and a primal beast. 

Looking to the horror King, It fed on fear, taking the shape of the children’s fears - monsters from B-movies like werewolves, a clown, a woman from a creepy portrait, a syphilis-infected homeless man, a zombified Georgie - which the narrative used to explore more abstract fears - leaving childhood and going through puberty, not to mention the overall terrorizing effect of racism, misogyny, and homophobia on the population. The Shining doesn’t even try to pretend it’s not about alcoholism and the effects of substance abuse on a family.

You mention that this story will take place in an isolated setting. Isolation is terrifically thematic. How can you lean into it? What if everyone who dies seems to be totally alone when it happens? And even after they realize they’re in danger, they keep putting themselves in a situation to be alone? Pair that with your monster’s evolution to better survive. Does the monster have some way of peeling one person off from the pack as part of how they hunt - maybe they have some form of vocal mimicry like some birds or a cat that makes the person think they are going towards a crying baby or wounded animal? Does it have exceptional camouflage so no one suspects they are not alone when they’re in a vulnerable position? You mention there being a toxin - instead of killing, can it produce hallucinations or paranoia that would cause a person to split from the group? These could all help the monster hunt whatever its normal prey would be while still tapping into much more abstract fears that you want to explore.

[lafiametta]

I feel bad for the Lord with leprosy on Shogun like how horrible. I know he's probably done a lot of bad things but still 😕

Understandable. Having to sit behind a screen during your working lunches so that your colleagues don't have to look at your disfigured face while you eat seems pretty crappy (as well as having to listen to one of them call your cousin a "rotten syphilis").

If I had to rank the co-regents, though, I might have to put him towards the bottom of the pack:

5) Kiyama — claims to be a "warlord," but how hard can it be to assassinate one little barbarian heretic? 4) Ohno — sorry about the leprosy; glad you've still got the remaining eye 3) Sugiyama — it only took you five episodes to realize you're being played, and unfortunately for you (and your entire family), looks like it was an episode too late 2) Ishido — gotta respect a guy who's clearly enthralled by a hot, scary lady; also, his world-weary stares when some bit of his office politics goes wrong are comedic gold 1) Toranaga — was it even a question? here's a man with a flair for the dramatic, be it with a fan or a prize falcon, and he looks as good in his consort's kosode as he does in battle armor

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Gyutaro Headcanons: Jealousy and No Regrets (Demon Slayer)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! We got a bonus update today, and it is with Gyutaro! The man who takes diet looks to the extreme! This man has the body of the twinkest twink that ever damn twinked! We love him! So let's do this!]

(Disclaimer: Gyutaro is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! His demon form is an adult and is over 100 years old, so HE IS AN ADULT IN THIS! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, as long as you are NOT illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Nasty Flaky biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Gyutaro AKA One of The Upper Rank 6 Moon From Demon Slayer-

.Gyutaro had a hard childhood, he was treated horribly and not even allowed to eat most of the time.

.He would end up eating wild things like live frogs and rats.

.He also most likely had symptoms of Syphilis that were passed down from his mother, the disease being most likely the disease in the show that was called Ume.

.There was one good thing in his life while human and that was his sister, she was perfect and it showed how much Gyutaro could care about a person.

.His sister was the one thing he cared about and always told her to go after what she wanted.

.When she was burned alive, Gyutaro was so angry, he killed the man who did it.

.He then shortly after became a demon and a man, he was no longer the kid that was easy to take advantage of and kill.

.No he was a powerful demon and he would continue to get stronger and stronger, but he always felt that something was missing, and he learned what that something was when he laid eyes on you.

.Gyutaro had found the something, not the someone he was missing.

.He never thought anyone would find him desirable romantically or sexually.

.He had paid for whores in the past to sleep with him, but they did it with disgust on their faces.

.He believed he was meant to be alone, and that he was fine with.

.Until he saw you, you were what he was missing all this time, you were the person he wanted most in the world.

.Gyutaro was instantly enraptured by you and he would stalk you at night, making sure you made it home safe and sound.

.If any guy or girl for that matter looked or talked to you too long on your way home he would kill them and leave their hearts for you in front of your door.

.He just knew you had to love his gifts, he was giving you the hearts of the ones that were unworthy of you. To show his love.

.Gyutaro is a very jealous yandere, and would be jealous of anyone who even got to glance at you, how could they have the right to look at your pretty face when he has to slink in the shadows to do so?

.He is also a very petty yandere in which anything a rival did he would be so petty about, oh they bumped into you? how dare their shoulder got to grace yours!

.So he would be killing anyone and everyone cause man this man is the most jealous and petty yandere I have ever seen.

.He is also jealous of you, you get to be out without him, you get to see the sky during the day, and you get to spend your time away from him! How dare you have the freedom of being a human!

.He would put a stop to it, by turning you into a demon. That way you can never die of human diseases, you cannot die of old age, and you will never be out in the day, where he cannot keep an eye on you.

.He is also very cruel and sadistic and takes great pleasure in killing his rivals for you, mocking them and saying how pathetic they are for thinking they could have you.

.That you belong to him and you and him were destined to be together.

.He takes great pleasure in ripping out their hearts to offer to you, to show how much he loves and adores you.

.He also kills people for their clothes, and well anything really. He does not have money but he will kill people for gifts for you.

.To show he cares for you and wants you to be treated like the special little person you are.

.He wants to give you the best and to have you showered in the most beautiful of jewels and the finest of silks!

.He would spoil you because you deserve it and he adores you, you are his treasure after all and he wants to make it known to you how much you mean to him.

.He knows you could do better than him, that he is not handsome in the least, but... if you ever dared try and be with someone else he would kill them, kill your family, and then tell you that it was because he loved you and could not bare losing you.

.But he does have a genuine love and care for you, and when he sees you hurt it brings intense fear and worry into him.

.He would rather die than see you hurt, and he would never force himself on you, no matter how much you turn him on. He would never force his love on you in that way.

.He would wish that he was born human in a time with you, that way he could have had a life, and family with you.

.Of course that is not possible so he lets his selfish nature take control and to have you as his.

.He will do his best every day to show you how much he loves you and that he will die for you, to keep you safe.

.Not to mention he will slaughter millions of people to keep you safe as well.

.He would confess his love to the day he showed himself to you.

.If you accepted his love he would be genuinely in shock and he might even cry that you actually love him.

.He would have never felt so lucky.

.If you turned him down, well he was expecting that, so he would grab you and fill you with Muzan's blood.

.Turning you into a demon, because he is never letting you go, you were his.

.He believes that since he had such a hard life, he is owed you, that you were made for him and him alone.

.The Gods had dealt him such a terrible life that he has the right to have you as his and it does not matter if you accept his feelings or not!

.You will learn to be a good little darling, he will make sure of it.

.When you come to as demon you have no memories of your life, but there he is, there for you and always supportive of you.

.You cling to him as he is all you know and he is the only one you need.

.Just as how it should be, he will never regret becoming a demon and he will never regret turning you into one as well.

.You and him will be together now... forever.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, I am really happy with this one, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[alexdelray1]

Hi! I wanted to request a mizu x reader with the same glasses as her just the actual lenses are black out so you can't see her eyes at all because they're heterochromatic

Sorry that it took so long.

Mizu x fem Reader.

-Listen. If he's not a millionaire, it means I have to go. - I said to Yuri, closing my eyes.

-He's even pretty, and why do you need a millionaire? - my friend who was standing behind the counter asked me. Yuri has been a prostitute for about 2 years, but most of the time she just serves drinks in this brothel. All I do here is kill troublemakers. Some guy wants to take one of the girls home? Maybe another weird-smelling drink? Or maybe you want to come to this black room with me?

-Because a millionaire would have to hide from beating me and wouldn't do it as often as a normal man. Wait, is this a samurai? - I asked, looking at the corner of the brothel bar. There was a guy sitting there with a cape and a big hat. I couldn't see him very well through my tinted glasses.

-A millionaire would also find out that you're not actually blind and you're just pretending to get permission from the geisha to wear them.- Yuri replied and I quickly corrected myself so as not to look like I was looking at something.

-Shhhhhh. Someone else will hear. Give me my cane. I'll go to him and tell him I'll give him a drink at the brothel's expense. Maybe I'll finally end up with a big dick in my cunt instead of constant fingering, and it's done in such a way that I have to wonder every now and then whether someone has accidentally torn my uterus with a fingernail. It's not that I'm a prostitute, but sometimes when there aren't many brawlers and the geisha gets angry, I'll find some cutie with a six-pack.

-Okay, here you go. Just remember that it may kill you, so don't take too many risks. - she said and handed me the cane.

I got up and started walking towards him, pretending that I sometimes trip over things, but without spilling the drink that I had previously received with the cane.

I sat down in front of him and poured sake into his glass.

-You're not going to book any escorts?- I asked him with a smile.

-I'm not here for such things and I don't want to be infected with syphilis or another venereal disease.- he replied without any deep emotions. I looked at his face. His forehead was covered with a hat and his eyes were covered with glasses similar to mine, only his had orange lenses so I couldn't see the color of his eyes.

-You don't have to worry about such things with me. It's true that I had several sexual partners, but each of them was a virgin. - I encouraged him.

-So you specialize in virgins. You must have a hard time getting them into bed or you rarely have an orgasm. - he commented and smiled slightly.

-You don't know how. You usually have to pretend with these people, otherwise they will get so angry and may not pay you. And by the way, your glasses… Are they a family heirloom? - I asked him curiously.

-Not really they just help me just like yours help you, don't they? - he asked and smiled. Throughout the entire conversation, I forgot that my glasses had fallen down a bit. My one eye was green and the other was black.

I fell silent and adjusted my glasses.

-So you're trying to hide your eyes too? Yours are much better than mine. - he said and opened his glasses slightly so that I could see his blue eyes.

-During this short conversation, we revealed our important secrets.- I commented and adjusted my kimono.

-If you want, I can show you one more secret.- he said and I waved my head.

He took my hand and we went to one of the private rooms.

-Reader is busy today.- Yuri commented.