#there are more details i wanted to add but this is a good start

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Ooh so i was watching "Sawdes" And i thought what if desi reader and Lando watch that movie together and she explains all the small details to him, like the caste system and how rigid it was, and how it actually was in the villages and Lando's like very curious to know about India.

swades ⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡

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lando was sprawled out on the couch, legs stretched comfortably over the ottoman, a bowl of popcorn precariously balanced on his lap. the tv flickered with the opening credits of "swades," the soothing hum of the background score filling the cozy living room.

"so, what's this one about again?" lando asked, glancing at you with genuine curiosity.

you settle next to him, tucking your feet in under you. "it's a movie about this indian guy who works for nasa and then goes back to his roots and finds a need to give back to his community."

lando inclines his head. "sounds deep."

you smiled. "it is, but it's also very beautiful and so real."

as the movie started, you noticed lando's brows furrow slightly during the scenes that showed mohan—the protagonist—returning to his village. the dusty roads, the humble huts, and the villagers carrying out their daily routines seemed to intrigue him.

"wait, why's he sitting on the ground?" lando asked during a pivotal scene where a villager refused to sit on the same level as mohan.

you stopped the movie and turned to face him. "that's actually a huge part of india's history—the caste system. it's a strict social hierarchy that has been around for thousands of years. people were divided into different groups based on their jobs, and it determined where they could live, what they could do, and even who they could talk to."

lando's eyes widened. "seriously? that's awful. is it still like that now?"

"not officially," you said, picking at a stray thread on your sweater. "the indian government banned caste discrimination years ago, but in rural areas… it's complicated. traditions and mindsets don't change overnight."

he nodded slowly, digesting your words. "so that's why the guy didn't sit on the bench. he's… lower caste?"

"exactly," you said. "he probably grows up thinking he's not good enough for someone like mohan, who's educated and from the city. it's just sad."

lando sat back, scratching his head. "man, we brits really left a mess behind, huh?"

you snorted, unable to hold in the laugh that had begun to rise. "a bit of an understatement there, lando."

he grinned sheepishly. "alright, alright, point taken. i’ll add it to the list of things i’m apologizing for. right under the tea tax."

the movie continued, and you found yourself explaining more details to lando—how arranged marriages worked in rural India, why electricity and running water were still luxuries in many villages, and the deep cultural significance of festivals like dussehra. lando hung onto every word, his questions reflecting genuine interest.

"it's crazy to think about," he said during intermission. "like, i took so much stuff for granted-growing up—clean water, electricity, just even … being treated as an equal. and then this guy's coming to alter the way an entire village lives its life. inspiring,"

you smiled at him, a warmth spreading through your chest. "that's why i love this movie. it's not just a story; it's a reminder of where we come from and how much work there's still left to do."

"also a reminder that my ancestors were the worst," lando added, giving you a mock-serious look. "you're never letting me live this down, are you?"

"nope," you said, popping a piece of popcorn into your mouth. "you're stuck with me and my history lessons."

By the time the credits rolled, lando was wiping at his eyes, laughing sheepishly when you caught him. "alright, i'll admit… that hit harder than i expected."

you chuckled, leaning into his side. "told you it's a masterpiece."

he looked down at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. "you'll take me there one day, right? to india? i want to see it for myself."

your heart swelled at his sincerity. "absolutely. but only if you're ready for a sensory overload-the crowds, the colours, the chaos."

lando grinned. "bring it on. as long as i've got you to explain everything."

you smiled, reaching for his hand. "always."

you then realized just how lucky you were-to share a piece of your world with someone who cared enough to listen, to learn, and to embrace it wholeheartedly.

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i tried to add a little humour in this, but like, the movie itself is really serious, so i kept the fic a little serious too. i hope you like it! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

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[writing-whenever-whatever]

Little song bird- I warned you pretty boy

Emperor get x reader x emperor Caracalla 

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 

Summary: it’s a few days till the wedding and your starting to crack, people are ignoring your request and you’ve had enough it only ends in a mess by the end of the day, thinking you’ve messed up you apologise but little did you know this would only make the emperors want you more than ever before

Warning : mdni, violence, blood, gladiator fights, Caracallas blood lust, neck kisses, concubines pushing limits, kissing, hickeys, reader looses her shit, pregnancy talk, lust, not proof read, no details smut sorry xx

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A few weeks have passed and it’s a few days before the wedding the staff around the Palatine are rushing getting everything prepared for the big day but also the festivities that are in the lead up to such a big event. Even though todays events are taking place at a member of the senates home the help around the palace  are still trying to keep everything in order. 

I’m getting dressed early in the morning my servants doing my hair the tunic is a golden silk piece embroidered with flowers and leaves that glisten in the sun “ are the emperors awake “ I ask looking down at one of the maids “ emperor Geta is awake my lady, but emperor Caracalla is still resting” she responds not looking me in the eye as she tucks my hair into a tight braided bun “ I shall wake him once I’m dressed” I sigh quietly looking at the jewellery laying infront of me my hand running over the cold gold necklaces I stop at a gold and emerald necklace curled into a floral design  “ I shall wear this one” I smile sweetly as they place it on me with matching bangles and rings I take in my appearance taking a deep breath “ stunning work today ladies” the maids take a long exhale of relief as they step back looking over their work for a second “ thank you, you may be excused now” they quickly rush off without another word. 

I look out the window looking over the Palaces gardens watching the birds flying and singing in the morning breeze enjoying the freedom of the sky, i notice Geta sat on the edge of the fountain staring up at my window still dressed in his scarlet robe he wore to bed last night, I look down at him giving him a small wave and a smile before I leave to join him. 

As I walk out into the garden Geta has turned to watch the water ripple in the fountain and see the small fish swim amongst the lily pads that float on the surface“ morning” I smile sweetly walking towards him my dress flowing behind me “ morning my love how did you sleep” he asks his attention not moving of the water as I sit next to him “ I slept well thank you” I rest my hand on top of his making him look at me a smile comes across his face as he takes in my beauty 

“ you’re dressed beautifully” I blush resting my head on his shoulder “ you look lovely also” I giggle as he raises his eyebrows “ really?” He chuckles looking down at himself “ I think you look good in everything you wear Geta” he scoffs shaking his head “ your flattery works on me song bird you should know that” he kisses my cheek before rising from his spot “ are you ready for today’s festivities“ he asks offering me his arm which i take meeting him at his side “ I think so, but I will have to wake Caracalla to make myself completely ready to go” he nods chuckling “ let us pray that he’s in a good mood today “ he adds looking down at me as I hum in agreement “ it’ll be fun trust me” he runs his hand up my arm “ I believe you” my voice soft as we make our way up to Caracallas bed chamber and hear yelling from inside and then loud crashes. 

I quickly open the door rushing in to see a maid cowering on the floor her legs scraped and bleeding, a table had been flipped over and a vase had been thrown at the girl “ I told you to leave him” I look down at her my voice calm but cold, trying not to startle Caracalla i walk towards him slowly “ my love are you ok” I coo to him my hand brushing against his cheek as his maddened cloudy eyes turn gentle, a stuttered breath escapes his lips his head nuzzling into my warm hand “ I’m alright ” his voice is stifled by his nervous twitches 

“ let us get you ready for today “ I smile sweetly as I look down at his partially nude form only covered by a scrunched up bed sheet “ very well” he sits on the edge of the bed as I turn to the maid “ I will dress him, you clean up the mess you caused” I snap slightly causing her to scramble to her feet cleaning up the smashed pieces of pottery. 

Caracalla grabs my hand pulling me into him “ don’t leave” he whispers his voice barely audible as he holds me close “ I’m not going anywhere “ I smile at him as he rests his chin on my shoulder “ what do you want to wear today “ I look at him smiling sweetly as he looks at me a smirk cracking into his face “ surprise me” I get up walking towards his wardrobe looking through all his extravagant clothes finally pulling out a red and gold patterned tunic with two large golden broaches and a chain “ this one” I pull it out bringing it to him “ I think it’ll flatter you quite well” I smile as his eyes scan over it “ very well my love” he gets up as I help dress him and get him neatened up combing my hands through his messy hair making him hum slightly as my nails scratch against his scalp. 

I step back looking over him a grin coming to my face “ you look perfect “ he smiles hooking his arm around my waist “ not as perfect as you” I rest my head on him gently as Geta walks in, now dressed in a gold and blue tunic “ great we’re all ready” he claps his hands together smiling as he looks over both me and Caracalla I hold his arm gently walking towards Geta “ we’re expected to leave very soon “ I nod smiling more as he joins my other side “ let us go to the chariots  and get comfortable “ Caracalla suggests as he looks down at me “ perhaps we could have some wine” I smile sweetly as we walk out to the golden chariot waiting, taking a seat by the window next to Caracalla and opposite Geta. 

Both boys sit staring out the window getting settled in their seats “ so what’s gonna happen when we get there” I ask tilting my head slightly “ there will be food, drinks, people to talk to and entertainment “ geta smiles looking at me I hear Caracallas gasp his eyes going wide with excitement “ you’ll witness your first gladiator fight” he claps his hands a grin wide on his face “ obviously you’ll be sat with us, so if you get squeamish we’re here” Geta a adds quickly taking my hand in his holding it tightly “ sounds fun “ I smile turning to look at them as the chariot starts to move slowly through the streets of Rome. 

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As we pull up at the senators home we’re greeted by crowds of people who are cheering children throwing flowers petals and waving wanting to get our attention as Geta and Caracalla leave the chariot I take a guards hand as I step out, the sun blinding me as I come face to face with the public.

A young girl runs up to me holding a bunch of violets and daisies I smile bending down to the girl her eyes gleaming as she passes me the flowers “ for you empress” her voice is tiny and sweet as I take the flowers “ thank you they’re beautiful “ I smile going into my pocket pulling out a coin “ this is for you, sweet girl keep it safe “ I place it into her small hand as she squeezes it tightly her smile beams as she runs back to her mother in the crowd, I rise to my feet waving to the people as I catch up to Geta and Caracalla, they both smile at me looking at the flowers I hold in my hand “ they love you” Geta exclaims a chuckle leaving his lips “ obviously who wouldn’t “ Caracalla laughs taking my free hand as we enter the senators home.

The house is smaller than the palatine walls and floors a glistening marble with expensive decorative vases and ornaments scattered around the halls as people bustle through talking to each other, a band are singing with instruments playing and exotic foods like rhino are on the table as we walk in things fall silent as they turn to look at us 

senator thraex comes up “ ah emperors empress welcome to my home I hope you’ll enjoy yourself indulge in some food you look starved” he smiles as he kisses Caracalla and getas hands I hold onto Caracallas arm tightly as I get knocked into by others causing me to stumble slightly “ ugh watch where you’re going “ I snap slightly staring daggers at one of the women who barged I to me “ my apologies my lady” they bow their heads rushing of quickly “ do they bother you my love” Geta asks his voice low as I shake my head “ it’s quite alright” I smile through gritted teeth trying to hide my growing annoyance, following them to a large seat at the front of the hall “ this is for you the best seats in the house “ senator thraex smiles starting to blabber on as we take a seat I sit between both boys sitting comfortably as the senator leaves us to our own company.

“ there’s a lot of people here” I say looking at Geta as he pulls my back into his chest  humming in agreement I giggle slightly as Caracalla pulls my legs into his lap “ get comfortable song bird thier will he lots of sitting around and chatter” he smirks as he spots the horde of concubines coming towards our direction gathering around us I can’t help but let a grimace slip on my face watching how they beg for attention from those above them. A woman sits on the arm of the sofa next to Geta, her left tit hanging out of her revealing garments as she strokes his arm gently giggling sweet nothings into his ears making me feel sick and a rather feminine looking man sits bellow Caracalla resting against his knee slightly as he leans back against Caracallas open man spread his hand wandering closer to my thigh every so often making me flinch back slightly. The others seem to just gather around watching everyone. 

Suddenly senator thraex enters the room again clapping to get everyone’s attention “ everyone get back get back” he announces before turning to look at us again bowing “ my emperors, lords, ladies and gentlemen and senators for your entertainment, the art of combat” the crowd seems to get excited gasping and clapping as i feel the emperors shuffle forward in their seats moving me with them. Now I’m closer the the male concubine, who’s hand now seems to be caressing my thigh causing uncomfortable goose bumps to form under his touch. I swat his hand away making him chuckle just to move his hand back moving it higher, I sit up causing getas attention to fall back to me, I look at the man dead in the eye as grabbing his wrist “ touch me again and I will cut your hand off do you hear me” I snarl under my breath glaring at him he nods snatching his hand out of my grip his breath escaping him with a grumbling sigh as I lay back into getas arms I smile up at him “ all is fine my love” I reassure him as he looks back at thraex “ may I present the barbarian vs from my own stable the mighty Vichek!” He announces clapping as both men are brought out everyone claps observing both opponents. 

Geta leans to my ear “ who shall we bet on” he looks at me with cunning eyes as I look back at both men the Barbarian seemed small but looked strong willed and fast in his feet and the other seemed big and bulky with muscles but that could limit the matter of wit “ the barbarian” I look at Geta “ he may not have a lot to his name but there’s something about him” Caracalla looks at me hearing my words “ I agree with her brother” they exchange a look then geta turns to macrinus “ is this your gladiator “ he asks his voice raising over the applause “ it’s is” macrinus responds bowing his head slightly as he talks “ three rounds, hand to hand” thraex calls out just to be inerupted by Caracalla “ swords, we want swords a fight to the death” he taps the cheek of the man say infront of him receiving a fucked out look from the boy as he leans back on himself making me giggle as Caracalla rests his hand on my leg squeezing my thigh with a slight bruising force a smug look drifting over his face as his tongue brushes over his bottom lip “no quarter to be offered or given” he glances at Geta “ fight now” his voice impatient as two guards give the men their swords.

I turn to Geta “ isn’t this a bit dangerous giving two slaves swords in an open area such as this” he raises an eye brow hesitating for a second to think as the woman sat on the arm laughs looking at me “ it’s all for the fun my lady, don’t be so worried “ I look at her my lip curling slightly “ I wasn’t talking to you” i grumble slightly as getas hand meets my waist “we’ll be fine my love” his thumb rubs up and down my side as the fight begins. 

Both men circle each other “ brother let’s not kill each other for the sake of their amusement “ the barbarian states just to get lunged at by his opponent I watch my full interest being sucked in as two men dance about their blades occasionally clanging together or ripping through flesh that’s when a bust is picked up off a table and smashed into the mighty Vichek’s head causing him to fall back dazed, a laugh slips from my lips as the two rugish men punch and beat each other punch kicking biting tackling all of the above then the barbarian is slammed into a table I slip off the seat onto the floor next to the male concubine not bothered of how unladylike it appears watching wide eyed my breath heavy with some sort of pleasure, an entertained grin spread across my face as the barbarian stabs the mighty Vichek through the stomach till the blade is visible the other side then he pulls it out the man falling to the floor in a puddle of his own blood I clap my hands applauding such a fight as Geta stands “ remarkable “ he tells laughing as he turns to macrinus “ congratulations “ he smiles looking at the gladiator again “ remarkable “ he repeats himself wandering up to the man “ from where do you hail” he questions his voice filled with confidence just to receive silence back “ speak” he orders “ I said speak” he steps even closer I raise to my feet joining his side taking his hand in mine “ he is from the colonies your majesty his native tongue is all he understands “ macrinus steps in his voice lower than getas but still clear. 

Then the barbarian steps forward out of breath as he pants “ the gates of hell are open night and day smooth is the decent and easy is the way “ he laughs at getas confusion as I hold onto his arm tighter staring at the gladiator as spit comes out of his mouth landing on us with each word causing me to flinch back each time “ but, to come back from hell and to view the cheerful skies in this the task and mighty labour lies “ he stares at Geta a toothy smile on his face as he pants for his breath “ poetry” I mumble under my breath “ by Virgil my love” I look at Geta “ how do you know such a thing” I question looking at the rugged gladiator still not letting go of getas arm as Caracalla wanders towards us “ poetry, very clever macrinus” he laughs as everyone else does “ I’ve grown so bored but you surprise me “ he looks at macrinus laughing more as I turn to him “ to amuse you is my only wish” macrinus assures us with a smile “ we are amused, we are amused” Geta says eyes not leaving the gladiators his grip on my arm tightening

“ we all look forward to seeing your poet perform in the arena “ he smiles as macrinus nods “ so do I your majesties thank you” then the gladiator gets taken away soon to be followed by macrinus. 

Geta and Caracalla exchange looks as I look down at my tunic seeing blood splatters dotted across the fabric I look up and them smiling as we both go back to the sofa the excitement still buzzing in the air as we sip wine and discussing “ you seemed excited “ Caracalla chuckles his hand poking at the splatters of blood on my clothes playing a game of connect the dots “ it was incredible I felt completely compelled “ geta kisses my neck gently “ we knew you’d love it” I lean back on both feeling completely different as if coming down from some sort of high .

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As the day continues to go on, I’m laid back against both brothers after drinking a tad to much wine, my head is spinning slightly as Geta strokes my head gently looking down at me a smile on his face as I look so relaxed no longer bothered by the fact that the concubines have gained more confidence by moving closer to Geta and Caracalla. 

the woman has her hand on getas chest her fingers tangling with his chest hair, as the male concubine sits closer to Caracalla his hand palming the bulge under his robe as Caracalla kisses along his shoulder a dazed grin on his face. I stay laying down half asleep as thraex makes his way towards us “ emperors would your lady like a room she appears quite exhausted “ he offers looking down at me my eyelashes fluttering slightly at I look at him “ I’m quite comfortable here, thank you” I mumble my words slurred as I snuggle down Geta smiles down at me as he places a kiss on my forehead “ leave her be thraex, she’s fine” Caracalla looks down at me “ do you want anything my love” he asks smiling at me with hooded eyes “ I’m alright” I smile closing my eyes again sinking back into their touch.  

When I wake up I’m curled up between both emperors a wool blanket had been placed over me a male concubine kneels infront of me looking at me, his hand running over my head similarly to how getas was. Geta has a girl in his lap and Caracalla has the other male concubine on his, both of the occupied by both whores who seem to be drowning in the emperors attention . 

My eyes blink getting used to the light around me “ I don’t feel to good” I mumble slightly as the male hushed me “ you’re ok sweet empress “ he coos his voice soft and masculine as I lean more into his touch, it makes both emperors chuckle “ I told you she’d be fine with him brother ” Caracalla chortles a grin on his face the concubine in his lap leans in, taking his bottom lip between his teeth biting it playfully I sit up using the man sat in front of me as support he holds me up slightly, stabling me my head spinning as I move too quickly. 

I look across to both geta and Caracalla observing the state they’re in with whores on their laps giving them everything they could want, I can’t help but roll my eyes as the one on Caracallas lap reaches out to touch my thigh similarly to before my warning still tasting strong on my tongue as i look down at his hand a softer  expression washing over me for a second as i lean to the tray placed next to Geta, I pick up a blade quickly stabbing it into his hand my eyes wild and manic as a devilish laugh escapes Caracalla he stares at the man who screams out “ I warned you pretty boy I told you not to touch me” I pull the blade out his blood spurting out onto my dress ruining it “ now look you’ve ruined my dress” I stand up looking down at the man who clutches his hand hysterical cries escaping him as Caracalla pushes him off of his lap “ you always seem to surprise me “ he breaths against my ear as he takes the blade from my hand passing it to one of the guards who quickly disposes it. 

“ I warned him” I sigh tutting under my breath as I look at the man slowly passing out on the floor I let a small laugh escape me “ but he just kept pushing” a fire seems to be lit behind my eyes as Geta joins my side his hand reaching my shoulder “ come my love, we should leave now” he insists his voice slightly hurried, as we walk back out the the chariot waiting for us when I get in I notice the blood dripping from my thigh from where the knife had gone through the man’s hand and had stabbed into my thigh not to the point where it’s to noticeable. I look at them as they sit opposite me staring “ what” I ask looking at them confused “ I think today went quite well” I smile sweetly at them as they both laugh as we start going back towards the palace 

“ it’s seems sometimes everyone has to get their anger out” Geta looks at me as he observes my face as I watch the streets through the window “ I enjoyed the gladiator fight” I smile sweetly “ and the poetry” I giggle looking down “ I’m sorry if my actions were out of order” he smiles slightly “ they were slightly unusuall, but I think those in court are aware of the madness that comes with royalty” Caracalla looks at me his eyes slightly glossy as he stares his mouth ajar “ you’re even more beautiful covered in blood, red suits you”he smirks shuffling closer to me “ thank you, but I do not want to get too used to having my clothes tainted with blood unless it’s fully necessary “ he smirks his hand moving to my thigh “ it’s always necessary “ his voice is low against my neck a gasp escapes my lips as i move into his lap kissing him passionately his hands instantly moving to my waist as he chuckles “ Caracalla, brother don’t get carried away” Geta warns his brother eyes glaring slightly “ you’re only jealous “ Caracalla scoffs I lean back tilting my head upside down to look at Geta I smile as I pull him down to kiss me a moan escaping my lips as Caracalla kisses down my chest leaving dark red marks along my collar bone 

“ it’s improper to do this before our marriage the gods will be angry “ Geta sighs looking at me “ but gods I want to” he growns “ just a few days left” I giggle kissing him gently as he smiles “ they couldn’t go any slower “ Caracalla chuckles pulling me back up onto his lap his hand landing on my lower stomach “ can’t wait till you’re full of our seed, you belly swollen with our heir” I look at him blushing violently “ it won’t take long” geta smirks looking at me “ I’m sure you’ll be a great mother, i saw how you were with that girl on the streets” he smiles looking at me as i nod “ I’ve always dreamt of having children” I smile sweetly looking at them “ a little girl to pick flowers with and a boy to grow as strong as his father” I lay me head back closing my eyes imagining it “let us hope we can make these dreams a reality” Geta smiles as I hum quietly in response as the chariot pulls to a halt and the door opens welcoming us back to our home. 

As we enter the building my maids rush to me “ my lady a bath has been run for you and a healer has been sent to your chamber” her voice is so fast that it’s barely understandable “ thank you but I’m fine” I look at her “ but you’re bleeding my lady “ she stutters her eyes meeting mine for a second “ there’s no need to worry” I reassure her turning to Geta and Caracalla “ go bathe song bird we have important things to attend to” Geta insists smiling as he places a kiss on my head “ will i see you before bed” I look at them both “ of course my lady” Caracalla smiles kissing my cheek “ be good” he whispers in my ear his hand landing on my ass with a smack making me blush violently as he pulls away walking to the opposite direction . 

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ii posting again!

ngl I hope when we do get more ii we get to focus on some of the less popular or less seen characters

I wanna see salt finally outgrow her code like the others and figure out if she ever even liked oj or the idea she had of him, I want her to actually figure out her relationships beyond what they were in season 1, to realize she hasn't changed while pepper has and has likely been trying to help her change too

I wanna see how soap has changed during her time at the hotel! She seems like she calmed down a lot from her time in season 2, and was even willing to hold tissues hand to help him in the finale when at the start of season 2 she definitely would've left him for dead purely out of crippling germaphobia

speaking of tissues, I wanna see how he's doing! He was already kinda isolated compared to other hotel residents pre finale, tissues is perfectly fine being social and is entirely willing to just casually talk things out or gossip from the looks of it, but nobody even wanted to be near him thanks to the sneezing and major congestion issues, and is now aware he was created as a gross out humor joke, and he genuinly found that devastating in the movie! I mean, his self doubt about his condition genuinly almost killed him in the red line game! I wanna see how he's doing now, if he's actually got decent connections with other guests, if he's still dealing with the self doubt of being made as a literal joke, it's just such a good character building point and I wanna see it!!!

I wanna see how bomb is doing, we haven't seen him since season 1 and the literal end of season 2! I genuinly don't remember much about him aside from he's a gamer, and he has a stutter, he seems like a cool dude and I remember I really liked him when I was a kid watching season 1, it would be fun to see him more! (my memory of season one is really fuzzy im sorry- it was a little too chaotic for me now that I'm older xD )

Hearing more from the cherries could also be cool, I barely remember anything about them besides they liked making paper puppets and i think they were mischievous, I don't think much of them was explored unless I just don't remember, and the whole conjoined yet separate situation is a genuinly inturesting dynamic to explore, we already have yin yang sharing a body, but the cherries technically being separate could add a new detail to the two in one situation

Just

It would be so cool seeing more of characters we don't really see often! Even if it's just a casual slice of life setting it woukd still be so fascinating watching new relationships form and new dynamics between characters who hardly ever interacted on screen before

Plus the situation with almost everyone "knowing" box but literally nobody actually knowing her, all of them competed with and casually lived with her dead body in the room and now there's the situation of her actually existing as a person, none of them know her, not really

IMLOVE CHARACTER DYNAMICS AND WEIRDLY COMPLICATED SOCIAL SITIATIONS! (from an observing perspectuve anyway, actually experiencing em sucks but its so facinating to observe in a story!)

[misswifi]

I got struck with inspiration when I read this and almost instantly wrote this. Not the best work and I didn't even proof read it. BUT! I tried and I hope you guys enjoy :^>

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Scar would say he quite enjoyed his job. Like look at this garden! It's absolutely magnificent. From the different types of flowers that grew in the area, to the statues that stand tall. It was alot of work if he was honest but seeing the beauty of the garden come to life meant the world to him. His work, his passion.

The only problem was, he was incredibly lonely while doing his work. Not that he was complaining! He has amazing friends outside of work that love him and would help him with his loneliness here in the garden. Atleast the statues were good company, they always seem to listen to him and his ramblings. Well not that they can awnser in anyway, they are statues, pieces of beautifully carved stone.

He always made sure to keep their beauty. Not letting even a pieces of dirt cover any area of them. Some believe that these statues of those of the deities who only grant wishes to those that prove their loyalty to them.

Scar was never one to believe those stories, much more appreciative they details. No matter who they are.

One of Scars favourite though was the one in the middel of the Maze. It seemed as they people wanted to protect the statue and its vision. The statue was that of a petite man, with wings of an angel. Short hair that curled around his face. Whenever it came close to sunset, it would let the last bits of sunrays make him look like true elegance one would expect of true deities. He heard people refer to him as the sun, warmth and the bringer of new beginnings. It amazed him alot how positively people see him, though no one has ever dared call him by name.

Not that it really matter to Scar. Seeing as he spent most of his time in the Maze the statue was hiding in, he more than often talked to this staue. Feeling solace and peace whenever he's near, feeling comfortable to be himself even though the statue couldn't be able to judge him. Again they are just carved from stone, but he can't deny the feeling he gets from being here. He kinda appreciates it.

Carefully working on the poppies and lilacs that grew near the statue, while talking to the staue about Jellies two latest new kitty friends.

It was calm and peaceful, he couldn't ask for more.

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Grian often grew bored being alone in the Maze. Yes he was able to leave anytime he wanted but only when there was no one around. They all had to make sure no one saw that their deities are truly able to move away from the stone post. Though recently a slight problem had appeared. Before there was only certain times where people were allowed into the gardens, often they would start to mess with the garden and with the statues. Even though those mortals seemed to hurt their garden, Grian never really cared. His statue was hidden away from the rest of the garden. Much to his preference, he liked being alone on alot of the time but boredom caught him way more than he likes to admit.

Up until recently though a mortal human came to visit him and clean his garden. Keeping his precious flowers alive and proper. The mortal was quite breathing to say the least. Perfect toned skin covered in a few scars. Brown hair that often reming him of the dark rioe coco beans in the jungle. His eyes shown a bright olive green that would compete with the brightness of the garden and its well kept bushes.

He talked alot when he worked here. Almost like he was talking to Grian himself, telling him about everything that he did and saw outside of the garden walls. Or stories of his precious cat Jellie or his friends Cub and Bdubs whom he spoke of very highly off. Grian liked to hear him talk about anything, his voice was as smooth as honey. He felt like he could listen to him forever, he often used a little of his power to add a more calming presence around his area when he was around. It seemed to help keep him around longer, sometimes he just sat infront of Grians statue and just talked to him about what's on his mind. Saying how it made him truly felt calmer here. More at peace.

Grian would always listen to what problems his little flower had and would use his power to bring more happiness to his day to day life. To keep any problems away that would put a frown on his flowers beautiful face... wait since when was this mortal his...flower? He started to feel a warm feeling in his chest, he wasn't supposed to look at any mortal like that. But at the thought of calling this human his...well it doesn't sound all that bad.

Through one of Grians weaknesses was keeping something to himself. Once he recognized his feeling for his mortal, he couldn't let them go. Though he couldn't just get up and claim this mortal as his. That would be treason among deities and he doesn't want to strip his flower of all his freedom without a say in it.

Though one way he could possibly get his flower to love him too, was to start courting him. Show his flower that he was worthy of his love.

The first step though was to finally introduce himself to his flower...

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Wordcount: 926

Has anyone ever done garden keeper Scar and god who fell in love with him Grian?

Cause like see my vision, Scar gets hired to basically live in this enourmous beautiful garden and take care of it and he loves his job so much

It is truly one of those incredible gardens that have those edge bush mazes that take a ton of time to keep mantained so Scar truly has to spend all of his time on it

It also has tons statues all over that he makes sure to keep clean and he just ends up talking to them about whatever passes through his mind as he works

And one of said statues (maybe the one at the center of the maze) is one depicting Grian and Grian starts to notice this mortal that keeps talking to his statue and starts observing him and little by little he falls in love with him

And yk then at one point he actually shows up in front of Scar and starts courting him or something like that

Wouldn't that be so cute as an idea?

[spac-e-b0y]

Did a little bit of a June sprite edit!! She's infodumping.

[obsob]

do you make enough money from selling prints in etsy to sustain your life? how are you able to afford this beautiful house and time to crochet and go on walks and all of that? i’m not asking for nosiness but because i’m trying to figure out what i would need to do in order to make my life financially sustainable… is art an option… etc

short answer i mooch off my bf <333333333333333

[coldercreation]

oh

i think i... finished it?

[emmavakarian-theirin]

god the amount of art i would pump out if i stopped letting lineart talk me out of it i would be unstoppable

[hayatheauthor]

10 Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

Prev: Non-Lethal Injury Ideas

Need some creative ways to give your characters a real fight for survival? Here are 10 ideas: 

1. Punctured Artery

A puncture to major arteries like the femoral artery (thigh), the carotid artery (neck), or radial artery (arm) can cause rapid blood loss. It starts off with a sharp pain, weakness, lightheadedness and eventually can lead to hypovolemic shock. Requires urgent medical attention.

2. Punctured Eye Socket

A punctured eye socket will cause blood vessel damage leading to internal bleeding. I would use this for non-combat characters trying to get away. The eyes are an easy weak spot + you don’t need much strength to cause a critical injury/puncture. Also good for a protag's tragic backstory.

3. Torn Achilles Tendon

A torn Achilles tendon can result in severe bleeding if nearby arteries or veins are damaged. Your character will be forced to hobble away as pain causes their foot to swell and bruise. Plus, you can easily adjust the pain levels per your scene, from swift cuts to explosive jumps. 

4. Neck Hyperextension (Hangman’s Fracture)

This injury will fracture the C2 vertebra and can lead to spinal cord damage, paralysis or sudden death. This isn’t a light injury your character can come back from, so I would suggest using it only when you’re aiming for death.

5. Pierced Lung

A punctured lung will lead to a pneumothorax where air escapes into the chest cavity, collapsing the lung. Characters with this injury may have difficulty breathing, chest pain, and a cough that produces frothy blood (all the dramatics you need). 

6. Severe Concussion

A severe concussion will lead to confusion, vomiting, immobility and memory loss. More dangerously, brain swelling, internal bleeding and damaged brain tissue. Plus, it has a long recovery period. 

7. Shattered Pelvis

If you need something severe that restricts mobility but also causes severe pain then this is perfect! Involves signs of shock, internal bleeding, numbness, swelling—really a lot of things. Can occur if OC falls from a high place, hit repeatedly, car accident, etc.  

8. Internal Bleeding from Blunt Force Trauma

I like using this when you need something subtle since it doesn't show immediate symptoms. Over time, they will feel weak, cold, nauseous, and intense pain. Perfect if you want that 'everyone made it out then suddenly someone collapses' moment. 

9. Intestinal Perforation

A sharp blow or penetrating wound can cause a tear in the intestines, leaking bacteria into the body cavity, then peritonitis. It can go from small stomach pain to near death pretty quickly. Without prompt medical care, sepsis can set in, causing organ failure and death.

10. Cut to the Jugular

If you need something more visibly dramatic then go with the classic cut to the jugular. A warm rush of blood will pour out, and blood would spurt with every heartbeat. Causes panic, choking, and internal bleeding too. All the blood and gore you need. 

This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. Remember the worse the injury the more likely your character is to die (so be realistic folks). Happy writing! :)

Looking For More Writing Tips And Tricks? 

Check out the rest of Quillology with Haya; a blog dedicated to writing and publishing tips for authors!

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[reidrum]

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note: happy december i hope ur all doing well <3 a little something to hold u over until next friday when i start 12 days of reidrumas ok love u

summary: in which you and JJ are the ones held hostage in truth or dare

cw: spoilers for 14x15 truth or dare, hurt/comfort, angst, fem!reader, a heated makeout, reader wears a dress and heels, take a shot everytime reader tears up

wc: 3.6k

p.s. i am a glutton for praise if you couldn't tell from any of my fics but i love hearing what y'all think so plsplspls lemme know your thoughts in a comment or drop in my ask box!!!!

You’re not really sure where it went wrong.

When you joined JJ to pursue Casey, it was out of convenience. You both were simply closer to his last location. No one could’ve predicted he’d take you both hostage or make you play a twisted game of truth or dare at gunpoint.

No one could have predicted that Casey would force you and JJ to reveal details that hadn’t seen the light of day. He didn’t even care for those secrets, egging you both on to reveal something that would satisfy his masochistic itch. When he realizes that neither of you would break, he ups the ante by angling the gun to the middle of your head. JJ panics and speaks before she can even process what she said.

Because as you’re staring down the barrel of the gun clocked at your forehead, you realize the bullet isn’t inside the cylinder, it’s in JJ’s next words.

I’ve always loved Spencer.

You look at her mouth agape, blood draining from your face and tears springing to your eyes. She returns your gaze with one full of remorse and pity. To any onlooker, it would seem like a harmless confession. But they didn’t know the times you confided in JJ about your feelings for Spencer, the late nights at the office she’d stay with you giving advice and words of wisdom, when all JJ wanted was for her friend to be happy.

But now, how much of that can you believe to be true?

Casey seems to be satisfied with your reaction as he lowers his gun, with you reacting quickly grabbing your hidden second pistol and gunning him down. The only audible noise left is the heavy breathing of you both, the adrenaline rush starting to fade. JJ says your name remorsefully, but she’s interrupted by the rest of the team and police arriving to the scene.

The next thing you remember is sitting outside on the back of an ambulance rig, blankly staring out at your new reality. JJ loves Spencer.

You couldn’t compete, how could you? She was JJ. and you were, you. You had lost before you even began, you might as well toss the towel now.

It makes hugging Spence for what could be the last time—not to be dramatic—bittersweet. To know that this is an insignificantly normal moment he won’t remember, but one that you’ll play on repeat for the rest of your life.

Spencer holds you close into his chest with his arm smoothing out your back, “Thank god you’re okay, are you hurt?”

You scoff internally. Yes, but not in a way that can be fixed. In a way that you are not privy to yet, but once you are it will rip us to shreds.

“I’m fine, just a few scratches.”

He nods while examining you with his own mental checklist, “Okay, if your head starts hurting or your vision gets blurry you need to tell the EMT.” you nod as he adds on, “I’m gonna go check on JJ, you’ll be okay?”

No, no I won’t. There is no reality that exists where I can be okay anymore.

“I’m good. Go.”

He squeezes your shoulders and with another nod he walks over to where JJ rests on another ambulance rig, her arms instantly opening to welcome Spencer’s warm embrace. His back is facing you and JJ’s face rests over his shoulder, her eyes meeting yours in a look of sadness, grief. You look away before you can read more into it.

Wrapping the foil blanket around you tighter you let your head fall back and stare at the night sky, hoping there was a message out in the stars that would tell you what to do.

Your relationship with Spencer was, on the surface, nothing more than a friendship. He had joined the BAU only a year prior to you and when you came along it was clear from the first second that you two would be inseparable. Small talks in the bullpen quickly turned into mornings spent at the coffee shop, into weekly movie nights debating the superior science fiction franchise, to holding his hand when he needed a friend.

To Spencer, you were his anchor. Through all the trials and tribulations his life had dealt him, he knew he didn’t need to worry so much as long as you were around.

To you, Spencer was all consuming. He was threaded through every neuron and vessel in your body, intricately and impossibly tethered to you that it would take the work of the divine to painfully separate him from you.

Or, one Jennifer Jaraeu.

You don’t even realize tears are falling down your face until the EMT taps your shoulder and asks if anything has started to hurt again. Quickly shaking your head, you unravel yourself from the foil blanket and hand it back to her. You spare one last glance back at Spencer and JJ, eyes immediately zeroing on their joined hands, his thumb gently brushing the top of hers.

Your feet trudge you back to where the team is set up, one look to Emily and she’s already excusing herself from her conversation. She walks over to you phone up to her ear, saying something about you. You’re not really sure, it’s all water noise.

“Anderson will be here in about five minutes to take you home,”

You nod silently, not willing to make eye contact. Emily could sense your turmoil from a mile away, chalk it up to the Pisces moon in her but behind the hard exterior she put up there lay Emily, your empathetic friend who just wanted to hug your shattered pieces back together.

“You’ll be okay?” The second time you’ve been asked, your answer is still unchanged.

No. “Yeah.”

She sighs knowingly. The reason the two of you were such close friends was because of your similar ability to remain emotionally bottled up until it was too late, resulting in an outburst enough to take out armies and yourselves.

Anderson honks the car as he pulls up, alerting you of his arrival. Emily looks from the car back to you,  “I should go check on JJ.”

“Woman of the hour, it seems.” you chuckle under your breath.

Emily gives you that look, the conflicted ‘I’m sorry our friend made you feel this way, I still have to check on her.” look.

You brush her off, your casualness hopefully sending the message that the situation isn’t that deep. For her, you think.

The sound of the car unlocking rings through your ear as you hop in the passenger seat. Anderson tries to make small talk with you to no success, settling for the late night 00s radio station as he pulls up to your house, driving off as you bid him goodnight with a wave.

The breeze of your empty apartment greets you as you open the door, the air chillier than you’d expect for the season. You tug your shoes off harshly, placing your keys on the mail table next to the door. Your heart drops as you catch sight of a floral embossed card lying on top of your mail on the table.

Rossi’s wedding.

The one you were told to absolutely prioritize, the one in which JJ had helped you find a dress for, the one where you hoped you’d feel brave enough to tell Spencer how you truly felt.

You sigh deeply knowing you still had to show up and look presentable tomorrow despite being held hostage only 24 hours prior. But, maybe this is how you make a clean break. All this time you’ve been in love with Spencer and nothing has happened, despite all the signs you think you’re giving him. Maybe this is the opportunity to save Spencer from further tension, albeit unknown to him at this point, and let him finally be happy.

You knew about the Redskins game, how excited he was to go with JJ and yet it turned into something he hadn’t anticipated. You were new to the BAU at the time but your heart still ached for him, unable to understand how anyone would pass up on someone so special like Spencer Reid. It seems she’s finally come to her senses.

You take your dead phone out of your pocket to place it on the charger and you head into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The hot water loosens your tense muscles enough to prick tears in the back of your eyes, and you turn off the water before you can get too worked up. Once you’ve dried off you check on your phone on the bedside table seeing it’s turned back on, a flurry of missed texts and calls showing up.

11:14PM - Emily: Get home safe?

You heart the message and reply with a simple ‘Yes.’, scrolling to the next messages.

10:09PM - JJ:  Did you get home? 10:10PM - Missed Call from JJ 10:15PM - (2) Missed Calls from JJ 10:24PM - JJ:  I’m sorry, please let me explain. 10:25PM - Missed Call from JJ

You consider leaving her on read, not willing to entertain a conversation at this point, but you settle for an ‘It’s fine.’ for the sake of having communicated your safety.

10:13PM - Spence: Hey, where are you? 10:20PM - Spence: The EMT said you took off? Did you leave? 11:34PM - Spence: Emily just told me Anderson drove you back. You could’ve told me, I would have taken you home.

Your chuckle sadly at the text, Spencer hated driving but he would do it for you. It almost makes you think that your relationship could withstand the harsh weathering it’s been subjected to.

12:07AM - You: Sorry, phone died. I’m home now.

A response dings through a minute later.

12:08AM - Spence: I’ll go to the store tomorrow and get you a portable charger to keep in your bag. You should get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow for the wedding right? Well, the wedding that’s today seeing as it’s past midnight. You know what I mean.

A single tear falls down your face at his rambling words. Oh, how you’d miss this once he learns what’s really happened.

12:10AM - You: I’ll be there. See you tomorrow, or today? You know what I mean. Good night.

12:11AM - Spence: Good night :)

—

You smooth out your dress before going up the steps, making eyes with Penelope at the top. You’re wearing a silk chiffon dress in purple, deliberately picked for Spencer’s favorite color, some strappy heels and some dainty jewelry painting you in as the picture of elegance.

“Hey hot stuff, look at you!” Penelope exclaims squeezing you tightly, “You look sooo pretty, doesn’t she look so pretty?” she gestures to the two men behind her you now acknowledge to be Luke and Spencer.

“Like a dream.” Luke agrees.

“Yeah,” Spencer clears his throat, “You look…beautiful.”

Penelope the Oracle of All Time quickly senses the 

atmosphere created and grabs Luke’s forearm, “Come on, you owe me that dance now!” She looks back and slyly gives you a thumbs up before dragging Luke further onto the dance floor.

Spencer slips into the vacated space to be right next to you, “How are you feeling?”

You know he’s asking about how you were held hostage at gunpoint, and not about how he’s about to become the loss of your life.

“ ‘M fine,” you swirl your champagne glass, “You?”

“Better now.”

A ghost of a smile creeps up on you, but you don’t let it travel further than that. He’s just being nice.

“Well, I’m just going to find the bathroom really quick.”

He holds a hand out for your glass, “Here, I’ll hold it.”

Your smile returns with bearings this time as you wander off in search of the bathroom. You’d feel embarrassed by how long it took you to find it but this place was massive, the Rossi money ran deep. Retracing your steps back to the main room you find Spencer and your glass not in the same place he was when you left. You scan the room looking for him and finally find him deep in conversation with—oh.

They’re too far for you to be able to hear them, but you can imagine that it’s the conversation. You watch JJ squeeze his forearm with affection and suddenly you can’t take it anymore. You couldn’t stand there and watch yourself become collateral in real time. Spencer turns at the sound of rustling up the spiral staircase followed by a door closing, catching the last glimpse of purple before it vanishes.

Spencer feels sick. He’s overwhelmed and overstimulated at the new information he’s learned about what really happened in the gas station. Then he comes to the realization of how walking in on him and JJ talking must have made you feel. His feet are carrying him up the stairs before he even realizes he’s made the choice. 

He finds you at the end of the hallway and calls out your name with a firmness you’d never heard from him. But you’ve cut all the strings of sanity by now, and you whip around and snap, “What?”

He doesn’t like that tone. “JJ told me what happened.”

You snort and don’t meet his eyes, “Oh, did she?”

His brows furrow, “Yes, she did.”

“And?”

“And what?”

And what? Is he serious? Did you have to spell it out for him? It borderlines sadist the way he’s putting you through the ringer.

“What happens now, Spencer?” you exasperate, “Is this the part where you tell me we can’t be friends anymore because she finally confessed?”

Confusion colors his face more, “Why wouldn’t we be friends?”

A halfway scream—groan leaves your throat in frustration. “Spencer, come on.”

“Honey, I don’t understand—“

“That! See, you can’t just say things like that knowing what has to happen, and expect me to react like a normal person.” you exclaim with hands flailing.

“I’m really confused—“

“Because I’m in love with you!” you cry, “Now do you see why?”

Time all but stills in the hallway you’ve found yourselves in. You don’t know how long you’ve been up here. It’s a little farther down from the stairways so there’s no threat of evesdroppers, but with how worked up you’re getting the proximity renders itself useless. The faint muffle of animated conversations and lively jazz music fills the silence between you and Spencer, who looks like…well, actually for once you can’t decipher what he’s feeling. 

He looks like he’s about to open his mouth when you both turn your head to the ascending footsteps—JJ looking for you, or Spencer probably, to come cut the cake. Spencer darts his eyes between the walls, a nervous tic you’d caught on to, before you realize he’s looking for a door and pulling you inside one. You yelp at the unexpected force and quickly quiet down again. The light switches on and based on the furniture you conclude that it’s a powder room, because of course Rossi’s venue has a powder room.

It’s a tiny room, big enough for a vanity table and a chaise lounge. Small enough to not have any room to leave without going past him. You stand an arm’s length away from him, the faint muffles of talk and music replaced by your sniffling. You shouldn’t have come, you start to realize. Having to say goodbye to him in person might actually rip you apart. Your chest weighs heavy with that familiar sad irony of mourning someone who hasn’t even told you they’re leaving yet. Preemptive measures that turned into routine practice. 

You sniffle, “Look, it doesn’t matter anymore, not that it ever did. I’m sorry I just sprung it on you like that, that was unfair. JJ…I thought JJ was my friend, I guess she is still but I’m not too sure now. But…she’s JJ and I’m just me and I know both of your pasts with each other so obviously it would be her. I’m making this too big a deal, I think. I just want you to be happy, in whatever capacity that looks like and I know it’s not with me so—“

Spencer stops your rambling by silently reaching out for your arm to pull you right in front of him, his hands reach to cup your face up to his, thumbs naturally swiping away the tears. He says your name like a coo, with a softness and delicacy you don’t feel you deserve right now. It hurts your heart entirely.

“Please don’t make this harder than it is.” you whisper through soft sobs.

You don’t know when it happens. Maybe in between scrunching your eyes or staring at your feet—but it happens. A cold pressure, then warmth, his lips are warm when he kisses you. A little surprising that he still tastes like Penelope’s sugary mocktail from earlier. A welcome pressure on your face as he holds you in place, as if you’d slip away further if he let go.

He stills in place, thinking he’s overstepped, until you finally remember that his lips are on your lips. You return the force back with as much as he gave you and let your arms loop around his neck, his own sliding from your face to take purchase on your hips.

That’s when Spencer starts kissing you. His hands grip your hips and tug you even closer as he deepens the kiss, plunging deeper back into the plush of your thighs to sit you on top of the vanity table. He slots himself between your legs, your hands wandering up to tug at the hairs on the nape of his neck. A soft groan leaves his throat and he detaches from your lips to amble down your neck, leaving a trail of lovebites in its wake.

This is wrong, like so wrong. You’re practically opening a salt box and pouring its entire contents on your wounds. But dammit, if this is the only time you’ll ever get to kiss Spencer, you’re sure as hell going to make the most out of the fleeting moment.

He mumbles something in between kisses to your neck, you instinctively ask him to say it again not expecting a response, and you immediately regret it as you feel his presence get lighter as he pulls away.

One more kiss to the spot behind your ear, he feels you preening below him and makes note of this—amongst everything else—for later, he pulls back to meet your eyes again.

“I love you.”

Your face drops, “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not being funny.”

Yes he is, he has to be. Because the universe in which Spencer Reid allows a piece of—the whole of it according to him, unbeknownst to you—his heart to be fully yours is not this one. You’ve never had luck like that.

“Then you’re lying to me, and that’s worse.” your voice cracks, Spencer feels the same crack imprinted on his heart.

“Sweetheart, I’m not lying. I love you.” He says it again to your surprise, the tenderness of his touch returning as he deliberates how to disarm you. The defensiveness you have isn’t surprising to him, it’s the note of insecurity in your tone he isn’t ready for, like you are unable to even believe it could be you. 

You’re a dandelion, he thinks, the puffballs teetering attachment to their base with one wrong move sending them astray into the wind. He’s wading treacherous weather but he finds that for you he’d do anything and everything eyes closed if he had to.

“…Really?” you ask meekly. He nods slowly, never breaking his gaze on you. “But…JJ.”

His eyes soften and he nods in understanding, “There was a point in my life where, yes that was all I was waiting to hear,” he starts, “But, I am no longer at that point in my life anymore. I’m here now. She knows that.”

You’re unconvinced, Spencer can see it clear as day. Maybe it’s more apprehensive than unconvinced, but no one could blame you. How are you to believe anything when you went through what you did in the last 24 hours? You look defeated if anything, like you’d accepted your fate of always coming second place.

Spencer racks his brain hard trying to think of a way to show you that the podium doesn’t even exist, it’s only ever been you.

He pulls out his wallet and rifles through the many things inside, finding what he’s looking for before handing it to you. You look up at him in confusion when you make it out to be a movie ticket stub from the Korean film festival you’d both attended a little after you started at the BAU, the first time the two of you ever spent time together. The edges are soft and smoothed out as a result of time, like it’s been held and comforted for many days.

“There’s more in my apartment.”

“Movie ticket stubs?” you ask bemused.

“Commemorations of you,” his fingers brush the span of your arm up and down soothingly, “I probably have something for every time we’ve ever hung out. If it reminds me of you, I have it.”

Tears well up in your eyes for the umpteenth time, a few spilling over rapidly.

“Hey no, you’re not supposed to cry at that.” he whispers softly between you, his thumb taking the rightful and familiar place under your eye to catch the tears.

You shake your head, “I don’t think I’ve ever been loved like this.”

His heart tightens, “No? Well, I think you have to get used to it now.”

“No choice?” you pout.

He catches the timbre of humor in your voice and smiles widely. He hugs you tightly, pressing your head into his chest, “I guess you don’t have to. Just because you’re not used to it doesn’t mean I’ll stop. If you’re like this now, wait till you see the box I have of our things.”

You sniffle again, your head reeling as your tears stain his shirt and the scent of him invades your being. It’s overwhelming and all consuming, just how you know Spencer to be. He doesn’t expect you to believe him right away, you’ve been through so much that it would be unfair to ask that of you. You don’t know what tomorrow holds, or even the rest of this night, but one thing you have learned is that to Spencer you are known, and therefore you are loved.

[evie-sturns]

all night long - Matt Sturniolo

summary: when you start getting needy for more during a makeout session with matt, he gives you more.. too much more.

contains: rough sex, overstimulation, making out, faux sympathy, face fucking, dom!matt (everything he does is consensual)

‘🎵imma make you scream, all night long🎵’

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i shift on matt’s lap, my hands intertwined in his silky hair as i let out desperate moans into his mouth.

tonight went from matt and i baking, to us making out messily in his room. we haven’t seen each-other in over a month, so this was definitely needed.

his soft lips press against mine harshly as his tongue fights for dominance in my mouth, his large ringed hands find their way down to my hips,

he grins me against his clothed bulge, he pulls away from the kiss for a second,

“you see what your doing to me?” he pants, his eyes travelling down to the obvious tent in his boxers.

“i need you- so bad matt.” i breathe, reaching for the hem of his shirt.

he peels my hands away, placing them back on my lap.

matt collides our lips together again, his hands travelling to the back of my hair.

i whine into his rosy lips, rubbing myself against his jeans.

“i want you so badly- please.” i almost beg matt, speaking against his lips.

“yeah? what exactly do you want?” he taunts with a small smirk on his face.

“you!” i say frustratedly, reaching down and palming him through his jeans.

he looks at me, his head cocked to the side. “i think i’m gonna need some more detail,” he sighs, pretending he doesn’t know what i’m saying.

i hesitate for a second before speaking “i want your dick matt- ‘want you to fill me up.” i practically whisper, avoiding eye contact with matt.

he still has that stupid smirk on his face, his cheeks a dark hue of pink.

“there we are, wasn’t so hard?” he smiles, shifting me off his lap

he stands up out of bed, his hands finding their way to my shoulders.

he flips me over on my stomach, before dragging me to the edge of the bed by my ankles.

my skirt rides up my thighs from the friction of him pulling me across the matress.

he flips my skirt up, revealing my lacy panties. i would’ve put on some sort of lingerie if i knew this was going to be the outcome of matt and i’s baking session.

he doesn’t waste time to pull off my panties, ripping them down the plush of my thighs.

“spread your legs apart f’me.” he demands, his tone lower than earlier.

i spread my legs apart, my face pressed into the sheets as i feel matt’s hands run across my ass from behind me.

“did you touch yourself in the month i was away?” he asks, his hands trailing over my lower back.

i shake my head, burying my face into the matress.

“why not?” he asks, moving his hand down to my entrance.

“didnt- didn’t feel good.” i breathe out,

“yeah?” he says, dipping his long middle finger inside of me.

i gasp, the last time that had sex was with matt right before he left for his trip, i’m not used to anything being inside of me right now.

he doesn’t waste time to add a second finger, i whine loudly.

“god, you’re ‘fuckin tight.” matt says quietly, pumping his fingers in, and out of me.

“i- i cant-“ i protest as he pushes his fingers faster, with each thrust he speeds up significantly.

“you can’t? weren’t you just begging for this?” he replies,

i squirm on the mattress, all of my moans being muffled by the blankets on matt’s bed.

i clench around his fingers, causing him to quickly pull them out of me,

“i didn’t tell you to do that.” he states,

“i’m sorry- i’m sorry-“ i repeat myself,

he grabs my waist and flips me over onto my back.

my skirt is still pushed up, he reaches over and scoops me up under my arms, lifting me onto my feet.

my legs wobble slightly,

he points to the floor, instructing me to sit.

i kneel down on the cold wood planks of his floor, my knees digging into the ground.

he stands infront of me, his clothed bulge right by my face.

he looks down at me, waiting for me to do something.

i hesitate before reaching for his belt buckle. fiddling with it before sliding it out of his belt loops.

it falls to the floor with a loud clank.

i unbutton his jeans, letting them drop to his ankles.

finally i tug down his boxers, he’s already fully hard.

“gonna let me use that pretty mouth, won’t you?” he says, wrapping his hand around his base and positioning his tip at my lips.

he rubs his tip over my closed lips, his precum spreading across my mouth.

i nod,

“go on then, open your mouth.” he speaks,

i slowly part my lips, matt quickly pushes his length into my mouth, inch by inch.

i squeeze my eyes shut as i take more of him, feeling his veins against my tongue.

matt’s hand finds its way to the back of my hair, twirling it into a makeshift ponytail.

“gonna take it all?” matt asks, followed by a strangled whimper from him.

i whine around his dick, he pulls out of my mouth just to the tip, giving me time to breathe before forcing his length down my throat.

i reach up and grip the back of his thighs as he quickly pulls out again, followed by him thrusting back inside my mouth.

“oh my god..” he groans, i look up at him through my lashes,

he watches his cock thrust in and out of my mouth, i don’t try to protest it because of how many moans are falling from matt’s lips.

my mascara runs down my cheeks as matt’s leg starts to subtly shake.

i run my nails up the back of his thighs, which seems to tip him over the edge completely.

he finishes with a loud groan, his head tipping back as his release fills my mouth.

he quickly pulls out of my mouth, “swallow it.” he says through deep breaths.

i squeeze my eyes shut before swallowing his load,

“there we are.” he says, picking me up off my knees and throwing me onto the bed.

i squeal as i hit the matress, matt lets out a low chuckle before flipping me over onto my back.

he wraps his hands around my ankles and tugs me to the edge of the bed. matt pushes my legs back so i’m fully revealed for him.

“did so good.” he mumbles, pushing my knees close to my stomach.

he wraps his hand around his base, positioning himself at my entrance.

he scans over my face as he pushes inside of me,

my mouth falls open, matt’s definitely not going slow.

he buries his cock inside of me, his tip kissing my cervix.

“matt-“ i whine, he gives me no time to adjust before he’s thrusting full force inside of me.

he keeps a firm grip on the back of my knees as he repeatedly fucks into me.

“god look at you.” he scoffs,

i have mascara running down my face, my hair is messy and spread across the mattress as i let matt completely use me.

his pace quickens with each thrust,

“too fast- too much” i babble out, which matt pays no mind to.

his hair flops on his forehead with each thrust, his blue eyes fixed on where his length disappears in my pussy.

he repeatedly hits my g-spot with the angle he has me on,

my mind goes completely blank as i arch my back off the bed,

with a loud scream of matt’s name i clench around him, my stomach releasing.

my legs shake in his grip as i finish,

matt doesn’t stop.

he continues to push into my sensitive core, i squirm on the matress as he overstimulates me.

“gonna let me finish inside you?” he breathes out through small groans.

i nod frantically, “that’s my good girl.” matt reply’s, his voice hoarse and shaking

he thrusts deeply inside of me once more before finishing inside of me,

he fucks into me a couple more times, burying his release inside of me.

my head flops back against the matress, my stomach spasming.

matt pulls out of me slowly,

i go to reach for him, but he pins my hand back down onto the matress,

“you thought we were done?” he asks,

shortly after he flips me over onto all fours, i shake my head,

“oh poor thing.” he sighs, his two hands finds their way to my hips and tugging me back towards him.

my ass rests on his pelvis as i breathe heavily

“cant take more than one orgasm, that’s pathetic.” he breathes,

“i can-!” i protest,

“can you?” he reply’s,

his tip drags through my sensitive folds,

“yes- i promise-“ i whine,

he pushes his tip inside of me, his hand resting on my lower back to make me arch more.

he fucks his tip inside of me,

my eyebrows knit together as my mouth falls open.

without warning he pushes his whole length inside of me, instantly starting to pound into me.

i let out a squeal as i grab a pillow from beside me,

i bury my face into the pillow, muffling my screams.

matt’s never fucked me like this before, i don’t know if it’s because we’ve been seperated for a month, or whatever it is, but he’s going rough.

his dick slams into me repeatedly, his tip bruising my cervix over and over.

he’s hitting insanley deep spots in me, making my mind go blank.

“matt!!” i scream into the pillow, the sound of our skin colliding fills the room.

“i can’t! i can’t!” i follow up,

“i thought you could? didn’t you promise?” he asks from behind me, his hand gripping my hip.

“i- i lied!” i reply back instantly.

“i don’t like liars.” he says, pushing on my back, making it arch even more.

“i’m sorry!” i yell into the pillow,

“are you?” he says shakily, leaning foward and resting his hands on either side of my head.

his chest presses against my back as i feel his rapid breathes on the back of my neck.

i let out uncontrollable noises which are now, muffled.

without warning i clench around him again, the knot in my stomach snapping.

“i didn’t tell you to do that.” he says from behind me.

-

10 minutes later matt is still thrusting into me, pulling more and more orgasms out of me.

“i can’t-“ my voice wobbles as i lift my head from the pillow.

he grips the sheets beside me before finally finishing, burying his seed inside of me.

he pulls out of me with a slick pop, then collapsing next to me on the bed.

i fall foward onto my face, my legs shaking.

i can barely see, nor think.

he tugs me into him, wrapping his tattooed arms around me.

“jesus fuck-“ he sighs into my messy hair.

“are you okay?” he asks, stroking my arm.

i nod, matt sits me up on the matress.

he grips my hands and stands me up, my legs instantly wobble and i stumble over.

“oh-“ he almost laughs, picking me up.

“that was.. insanity.” i finally speak, earning a small laugh from matt,

“i’m sorry gorgeous.” he sighs,

“you promise you okay? are you hurting?” matt asks, walking us into the bathroom.

he sets me down on the toilet, his cum leaking down my thighs.

“i’m okay- oh my god.” my voice shakes as i smile at matt.

he bends down and grabs a towel before dabbing the insides of my thigh with it.

he brushes it over my entrance, i wince.

“i know- i’m sorry.” he sighs, wiping me clean quickly.

he grabs my hand and pulls me up onto my feet, i instantly fall into him.

“you seriously can’t stand?!” he laughs,

“matt what do you think!”

-

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[lavnderwonu]

So High School | Kim Mingyu

pairing: fiancé!mingyu x pregnant!fem!reader

rating: fluff, mature

genre: non-idol au, slice of life, established relationship

summary: you and your fiancé haven't discussed the idea of you having children, but with your wedding approaching, the idea of starting a family with him has been on your mind.

warnings: please read ALL! contains smut! not much but a little! (!!!) some time skips, reader gets pregnant, planned pregnancy, reader's mom loves mingyu, reader deals with morning sickness (for my fellow emetophobics this may be triggering!), minwon coworkers mentioned, smut warnings: creampie, unprotected sex, multiple rounds mentioned, backshots, fingering.

word count: 3k

AHEM! go listen to so high school by taylor swift (perhaps while you read!)

author's note!: i listened to taylor waaaay too much while i was writing this, as you can probably tell by the title 🫣 what can i say! guilty. my first time writing slice of life au! i had fun lowkey. AGHHH i just love writing cute mingyu esp when it involves future dad mingyu. the song lyrics are meant to be spacers for the time-skips btw! shoutout to @jenoslutie for also supporting my vision with this 💋 muah xo

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I feel so high school every time I look at you, I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you...

Mingyu was your dream man in many ways than one. The perfect boy to bring home to your parents, cooked delicious meals for you, and overall made you feel safe. 

You two had been engaged for months now, and wedding planning was well underway, the date set for early into the new year. As if it wasn’t stressful enough, your mom had already started questioning whether the two of you had wanted children, or planned to in the future. The answer was always the same,

“Mom, I don’t know… we haven’t talked about it into a lot of detail… maybe later on…” or “C’mon, we’re still young, Mom!” 

Mingyu didn’t know any of this, and you’d probably never tell him, not wanting him to feel pressured by your badgering mother. You both knew you wanted children eventually, but you never talked that far into the future.

But… you also thought… maybe you would want to have children, if it was with Mingyu. 

Mingyu would be the father to play dress up and makeovers with your daughter, have tea parties with her, or play with faux tools with your son and pretend to fix things, and play with plastic dinosaurs.

You couldn't picture anybody that would be more perfect to do it with than him.

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? It's just a game, but really I'm bettin' on all three for us two...

Mingyu stands at the kitchen counter, cooking dinner like he usually does, and he usually insists since he gets home a little earlier from work than you do most days. 

You come from the kitchen after changing out of your work clothes to see him chopping garlic as a pot is boiling on the stove. 

“What are you making?”

“Agio e olio,” Mingyu responds, looking up to smile at you briefly. “I know it’s your favorite, and you said you were craving it.”

You smile, coming over to kiss him on the cheek quickly. “Thank you, you make it so good anyway.” You chuckle as he playfully rolls his eyes. 

He tosses the garlic in a pan on the stove, stirring it a little, then adds the pasta to the boiling water.

You decide now is the time to break your silence, and tell him what’s been on your mind lately.

“Gyu,” You speak up. “… I think we should talk about something.” 

“What?” Mingyu’s gaze turns to meet yours, a concerned look on his face, and you immediately want to kiss him and make it go away.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been thinking…” You pause, racking your brain on how to word what you’re about to tell him, also given that you didn’t want to scare him. “What do you think about us… having a baby?” 

You look up at his undeniable surprised expression; after all you did come out of nowhere with that statement.

“I mean, I know we haven’t really discussed it much, and we’re getting married in a few months… but I have been thinking about it a lot, and I want to, we’re at that age-“ You break out into a nervous ramble before he cuts you off.

“I’ve thought about it too. I thought it should be something that we should…you know… talk about.” Mingyu says.

“I don’t want to put any pressure on you, or I guess, on us.” You continue. “I know we’re not married officially yet, and our wedding isn’t until a few more months, but I don’t know, I think I want to.” 

Mingyu turns to you, smiling ear to ear in the adorable happy puppy way he typically does when he’s over the top excited about something. “I know, me too.”

“Does this mean… we’re trying?” You can’t even hide your smile, your cheeks hurt as you attempt to be the least bit nonchalant.

“Yeah… fuck… c’mere.” Mingyu pulls you closer to him, kissing you fervently.

You pull back, releasing his grip from your waist.

“Hey, after dinner,” You smirk, giggling at his eagerness. “You’re gonna burn your garlic.”

“Mingyu… I can’t, fuck-“ You whine, your face nearly buried into the pillow underneath you.

“Yeah you can baby…” Mingyu grunts, his hand slides up your back to push you down even more. “Taking it all like a good girl…”

You nearly collapse as you can barely hold yourself up anymore, and you’re being pushed forward almost to the headboard from the force of him behind you.

“I’m gonna come, ‘gyu.” You cry, your hand trailing down to rub tight circles on your clit, making your thighs tremble as you push yourself closer to the edge. 

“Go on baby…” Mingyu groans, feeling you get tighter around him. “Cum all over my cock like a good girl.”

You cry his name again as he pushes you over the edge, white-knuckling the sheets as he keeps thrusting inside you, almost even harder.

“Fuck…”  He groans as he slows down, stilling before he comes inside you.

He pulls out, watching himself drip out of you briefly as he curses under his breath, before he pushes it back inside you with two fingers, making you whine.

“Sorry, baby…” Mingyu sweetly apologizes.

You flip over on your back, pulling him down to kiss him.

“I wanna go again…” You say against his lips, pushing his sweaty long hair back.

“Really?” He asks sweetly, leaning down to kiss your neck a few times. “Wasn’t too much?”

“Never…”

Truth, dare, spin bottles, You know how to ball, I know Aristotle Brand new, full-throttle, Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto...

The next few weeks were just the usual. Going into work during the day, shopping for the wedding with your sister, … Mingyu practically never leaving you alone, but that you wouldn’t complain about.

“What kind of flowers are you guys doing?” Your sister asks you. The two of you made plans to get coffee, and you guys typically talked about whatever. She always voiced her opinion on your life whether it was boyfriends, career moves, and now: your wedding.

“White lilies; one of my favorites. Mingyu said I could just pick what I wanted, he’s happy with whatever I choose.” You say.

“That’s sweet,” She smiles, stirring her matcha latte. “Even though, he probably doesn’t care.” She chuckles.

“You’re probably right, I think he has other things on his mind other than flowers.�� You laugh, only you know what you mean by that. 

You never told her the both of you had been trying to have a baby.

“I’ve always liked him, though, you know that.” She smiles. “If there’s anybody you marry and spend forever with, i'm glad it’s him. He’s just right for you.”

You smile, glancing down as your gaze flickers on your sparkling engagement ring under the coffee shop lights.

You’re definitely glad it’s him.

“Do you mind if we go into the grocery store down the street? I need to just run in and get a few things.” She asks you.

You nod. “Yeah, that’s fine. I could probably use a few things too.” 

“How do you know if a watermelon is a really good one?” She asks you, as the fruit by the entrance catches her eye.

“You’re asking me?” You laugh. “I have no idea, I have heard though if they’re a dark green, it’s too watery.”

“You were always good at picking them, I know Mom used to always say that.” She replies. “Maybe I won’t get one, are they even in season?”

“Probably not, it’s November. Anyway, what did you need here?” You say, grabbing a hand basket for yourself.

“Just usual stuff, yogurt… eggs, oat milk, some strawberries… whatever else I find that I think i need.” She says, placing strawberries and avocados in her cart. Already straying from the list. 

You follow her, bagging up some apples, cucumbers, and brussel sprouts into your basket. 

You’re both wandering down the ice cream aisle, as you’re grabbing whatever pint of peanut butter ice cream you can find, when your sister speaks up.

“Oh! Let’s go to the hygiene section, I need to get some tampons. That time of the month soon.”

You pause, ice cream in hand, suddenly racking your brain trying to remember when the last time your period was. A few weeks ago? Last month? Were you supposed to get it? Were you late?

“Y/n…? What’s wrong? Everything okay?” She asks, seemingly able to read your inner monologue going on in your head. 

“Y-yeah…” You reply, placing the ice cream in your basket, all while your heart is still racing. Was it joy? Nervousness? “It’s just… I can’t remember the last time I had my period…”

I'm watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night Your friends are around, so be quiet, I'm trying to stifle my sighs 'Cause I feel so high school, Every time I look at you...

“I feel bad doing this without him,” You say, staring down at the two blinking pregnancy tests on the counter. “Mingyu should be here…”

“He’ll be home from work soon won’t he? You’ll tell him then. C’mon, he’ll understand, practically sister code for me to be the first one to know.” She replies, checking the time on her phone. 

It’s true, you both always did tell each other everything before you told anybody else. 

“It’s almost time.”

“I can’t look.” You anxiously turn away. “It’s killing me.”

“How did this happen?” She asks. “I mean… not to be nosey….”

“Well we talked about it, and we’ve been kinda… sorta, trying to get pregnant.” 

“What?! How come you didn’t tell me you were?” She exclaims, playfully shoving you.

“We decided to about a little over a month ago. We talked about it, we decided it was something we both wanted,” You start, just as her phone timer goes off, you quickly turn around from the counter. “Oh my god, oh my god, I can’t look.”

“I’ll do it first,” She says, shoving her way in front of you. “Oh my god… y/n…” You can hear the excitement and smile in her voice.

You turn around, facing the two tests.

You see it, “pregnant”, displayed clearly on both.

“Oh my god, I don’t,” You almost stutter, lost for words. “I- I don’t know what to say.”

“Good news?” She asks.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You smile, suddenly becoming teary, feeling a bunch of emotions at once. Excitement. Nervousness.  “I just- fuck… I wish Mingyu was here. I didn’t want to find out like this.”

“Relax, you’ll tell him later,” She laughs. “Especially ‘cause I know you won’t be able to keep this from him long.”

“No, you’re absolutely right. There’s no way I’m holding it in.”

And in a blink of a crinkling eye I'm sinking, our fingers entwined Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me...

You spend the evening trying to decide elaborate ways that you’ll tell him. 

Putting a test in a gift bag as a present? Corny.

Hiding it somewhere and letting him find it? Too lame.

You decided to literally just come right out and tell him, especially because you didn’t want to figure out some cliche way of getting it out.

Mingyu comes home from work, greeting you as he walks in the door, adorably kissing your forehead as he wraps his arms around you, perfectly engulfing you.

“How was your day, honey?” He sweetly asks you, genuinely curious as he’s awaiting your answer. 

“It was good actually, I had coffee with my sister, then we went to the grocery store, doesn’t sound like much but we had fun.” You lean up and kiss his lips, smiling.

“But it’s better now that you’re here.” 

Mingyu smiles, kissing you again.

“I’m going to get changed really quick, okay?” Mingyu says.

You jokingly pout. “Aw, but you look so nice in your slacks and button up shirt… at least let me savor it.” You reach up, undoing a few buttons on his shirt.

“Enjoying this?” Mingyu chuckles.

“Yes, very.” You smile.

“Well I was gonna ask you, if you wanted to, Wonwoo and Seungcheol asked if we wanted to go out and get dinner with them, and hang out maybe get some drinks.” He continues, before he starts walking off to your shared bedroom to change, as you follow him. “Wonwoo asked me before I left the office.” 

“I don’t know… maybe?” You reply, hesitating a bit.

Meanwhile your mind works a mile a minute trying to think of how to break this news of yours to him.

“It wouldn’t be until a little later, if that’s better. No rush.” Mingyu says, nonchalantly unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off. What a distraction. 

He slips on a white t-shirt , and gray sweatpants; his usual after work attire. Suddenly you wonder if whatever you have to tell him is really that important anyway, and you immediately consider just saying “forget it” and fucking him right here in the early hours of the evening. What’d be the big deal? You were already pregnant, anyways.

No! You quickly shake that thought from your mind, refocusing.

“Gyu,” You start, getting his full attention. “There’s something… I have to tell you something.”

“What?” 

“I’m not even really sure how to tell you, um hang on,” You continue, leaving the room quickly to retrieve one of the pregnancy tests you’d left in the bathroom. 

You come back, very obviously holding something behind your back.

“I guess I should say I kind of have a surprise to tell you.”

“What? What?” Mingyu asks, eager already by the way you’re already smirking, unable to contain yourself.

“It’s, um, this…” You start, pulling the test from behind your back. “I didn’t know how to tell you, I was gonna plan something but I couldn’t wait.” You laugh, smiling ear to ear.

Mingyu takes it from you, seemingly uncaring, or forgetting, that you literally peed on the thing. His mouth drops opened, in awe.

“Oh my god…” He speaks, beaming. “When did you find out?” 

“Today, actually.” You say. “I wound up taking a test, and… yeah.” 

You sigh. “I feel so weird about it, I know I was expecting it but I feel so excited and nervous at the same time.”

You glance up at Mingyu, and you see him still examining the test in his hand.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mingyu nods, his eyes meeting yours and you see he’s now smiling. “I’m just… happy, surprised..”

“I mean, cmon, what were we really expecting…” You joke, blushing.

“You know what I mean, it’s still crazy to me.” Mingyu comes closer to you, kissing you. 

“Yeah, it sure is…” You smile up at him. 

“It’s okay, honey,” Mingyu reassures you, speaking softly. “Just get it out…”

Mingyu kneels behind you on the cold tile floor, holding your hair back as you’re hanging your head over the toilet as your stomach empties its contents.

“There you go…” 

You wonder how he can even stand to be in the bathroom with you, if the roles were reversed, you’d be outside the door nearly gagging.

“Are you okay?” Mingyu asks, helping you sit up, as he wraps his arms around you to keep you steady. 

You slowly nod as you flush, still feeling a touch of nausea. “Yeah, can you just- just stay here for a little bit.” 

Mingyu sits on the tile floor as he leans against the bathtub, and he guides you back to sit in front of him.

You lean back into him, and he leans down and kisses your shoulder. You catch a glance at his watch on his wrist even in the dim light of the very early morning.

“Oh my god, Gyu, is it really 5am?” You groggily ask, feeling sorry. “You have to work in the morning, don’t you?”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s not a big deal.” Mingyu reassures you. “I can always go in a little later, I wanna make sure you’re okay.” 

“…I think I’m good now,” You say, starting to stand up slowly, as Mingyu helps you all the way. “…You know, I have heard that the more nauseas you are, it probably means you’re having a girl. And if you have none at all, it’s probably a boy.”

Mingyu chuckles, “Where do you come up with this? Is that even a thing?” 

“The internet… you know, social media. Everything’s on there.” You protest.

“You’re delirious,” Mingyu playfully rolls his eyes. “Cmon, let’s go back to bed.”

“Gyu, we have to leave in like an hour,” You say, as you’re getting ready in the bathroom, finishing up your final touches on your hair. “I don’t want to be late for dinner at my parents house.”

Mingyu stands in the doorway now, “This okay?” He shows off a navy blue polo shirt and black jeans. 

“Yeah, honey, you look nice.” You smile. “Besides, you could wear anything around her, she adores you anyways.” 

It was true. Your mother would always be calling Mingyu to help around the house when your Father was away on a business trip. She needed help fixing something? She’d call Mingyu. She needs help building a side table? You bet she’s calling Mingyu. His height was also a bonus, being able to reach things stored higher up.

Mingyu smiles at you adoringly, as his eyes trail down your body.

“What?” You ask when you notice him.

“You’re starting to show a little,” He smiles. “You look cute.”

You giggle, placing your hands on your stomach. “Yeah I know, she wants to be seen now, she’s done hiding.” 

“Well, are my girls ready to go?” Mingyu smiles, kissing you. 

“Yeah,” You giggle, smiling as you kiss him again. “Let’s go.” 

It's true, swear, scouts honor You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her.

tags: @jenoslutie @wonuwrites @aaniag @cosmojinyoung

[beloveds-embrace]

Ask for the dukedom poly 141!

How did it started for all of them to get together? Any specific details? Who fell for whom first? Did it start as just sex? Is it still just sex? Or some kind of deep feelings? Some brutal men type of love wich could be soften with Reader's delicate tenderness? I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING! Please please please?

Part one

It started first with Kyle and John! They grew up together, and had all their firsts together despite the age difference because their fathers often worked together despite Kyle’s family being commoners, and by the time John became a Duke, Kyle had also befriended and slept with Johnny and was just finishing his own training- recently moved in from the neighbouring country an the attraction between them had been apparent from the very start.

Up until that point, Kyle and John hadn’t put a label on what they had; they just knew they loved the other, and slept together in more ways than one. Johnny and Kyle started out as just sex, but Johnny took his mother’s natural socialness and would still drag Kyle with him to the family bakery they’d opened up.

Johnny meets John through Kyle, and it’s that same spark of attraction once again- except Kyle joins them, obviously, too. That same spark and yet another thing that tastes just as sweet as the desserts Johnny makes and helps his parents sell.

Even now, they don’t put a label on it. They can’t, even if they wanted to. John is meant to marry a good woman who will give him an heir and they are commoners. It was never meant to be but they don’t care.

John then becomes a Duke, and as is tradition he enlists in the empire’s military to prove his loyalty and show his Dukedome’s strength. Right before he leaves, he hires both Kyle and Johnny. The night before he is set to leave is one they spend entirely awake.

It’s during his time in the military thag John meets fellow Duke Simon, whose attitude is cold and stoic yet no one can deny his strength. John is among the few who are unafraid or unbothered by his attitude.

Saving one another (John refuses to leave any man behind and Simon refuses to leave any debts unpaid), deep in the trenches and with so much tension and stress, a few fucks would honestly boost morale.

Except Simon doesn’t do anything half-assed and John is a sucker for this surly bastard and well. He knows Simon fits Kyle and Johnny’s types too.

Once he and Simon are finished with their mandatory enlisting, John takes up the rest of his duties and ignores the need for a wife even if rumors swirl. And just as he predicted, his men do get along very well. He’s happy with his men whom he loves (it took a while to accept that it was truly love, but it’s undeniable) and the last thing he wants to add into his house is a woman who would no doubt never accept this arrangement and who’d never respect Johnny and Kyle and would drag them all in trouble.

But he can’t push it off for too long, and even Kyle, Johnny, and Simon tell him they _understand_- Simon especially but thankfully most everyone is too scared of him to say anything- and that he should just do it.

That’s when you come in; sweet, precious you who don’t threaten them with anything when you find out, and who are nice to all of them even when John knows some newspapers have started calling you barren. Soft, precious you who John also accepts as his own, and he knows, just watching you interact with them, you are what would soften and sweeten this relationship more. You are perfect for them, and when he hears about Graves and you? John knows he can’t just sit back anymore.

[sweetpupii]

Hi! Do you take requests?

If so, I think a fic bases on this excerpt:

"she can't have her parents walking in again. poor cassandra…finding your daughter with her whole face buried in between a girl's thighs is not the most ideal situation"

of your cailtyn story would be phenomenal 🙏

If you don't, feel free to ignore this! :)

let's start by saying caitlyn knows how to eat pussy and loves doing it :3 babe could have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and even dessert. she wouldn't call herself an expert per se, but she's quite proud of her talent.

sure, receiving it feels good—but what's better than knowing you're making a girl cum with just your mouth? to cait, absolutely nothing. the moans, the hair-pulling, the thighs clenching against her head ♡ ugh chef's kiss.

( she came untouched a few times from it but you did not hear it from me ok? )

it's usually one the first things she does when you successfully sneak into her room. like a reward for getting through massive place she calls home without anyone noticing.

your back against the bed and legs immediately spread to expose the sight she absolutely adores. god, she could just stare at it forever and it'd still have the same effect in between her own legs. new panties are needed.

she doesn't dive in face-first like an animal the second your clothes are off, even if she does feel like a starved woman. she starts by slowly kissing your thighs and caressing any bit of skin she can, hand sneaking up your abdomen and ribs to massage your breasts a little—don't mind it.

“should I continue?” cocky because she already knows the answer is a breathy ‘yes, please’.

oh and she gets way more cocky once she finally starts working on you, soft and slow stripes and twirls with her tongue. nothing fancy yet; she wants to tease a little more.

the second your hips start bucking into her mouth though? girl, grab onto something because she takes the signs IMMEDIATELY.

legs propped up on her shoulder while her hands hold your hips down to keep control of them. the slurping sounds are almost pornographic with how sloppy she's being. no whine coming from you is gonna make her stop any time soon. she's enjoying it waaaay to much already.

if she's feeling nice she will add a finger or two while sucking ๋࣭⭑ curling them just right inside you, not in-and-out like crazy. her tongue’s already lapping at you pretty fast so no need to overwhelm you…yet.

she wishes you would look down at her for a sec to see that pretty expression better, but she also understands it's her own fault that your head is thrown back against the bed, clenching around her fingers while pulling at her hair. what a curse to be so good at pleasing girls.

she knew speeding up her movements wasn't a smart thing to do so late at night as soon as the loud whine that escaped your lips reached her ears. obviously louder than the previous ones.

the heavy thump on the door when it opened proved her right.

“caitlyn.”

of course it had to be her mother out of all people.

cassandra's eyebrows furrowed as she looked away with a small huff, trying to erase the sight from her mind by blinking and observing every detail on the window. she thought caitlyn was trying to sneak out and get involved with stuff she shouldn't like she had done in the past with serious cases or something, not this!

“It is 3 am; please take your… friend out of here.” a dismissive wave of her hand showed that there wasn't much room for arguing—none really because she's already out the door with a low mumble to herself before her daughter could say anything. tomorrow's talk is gonna be awful, that's for sure.

“just keep quiet some more, then you can go home, alright?” the blue haired girl softly whispered, leaning up and kissing the soft skin on your shoulder to reassure that you're not leaving until you get a few well deserved orgasms, her fingers already going back to rubbing small circles.

she's not gonna let a pretty girl leave her bedroom unsatisfied even if it means getting caught again.

masterlist

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

FYI artists and writers: some info regarding tumblr's new "third-party sharing" (aka selling your content to OpenAI and Midjourney)

You may have already seen the post by @staff regarding third-party sharing and how to opt out. You may have also already seen various news articles discussing the matter.

But here's a little further clarity re some questions I had, and you may too. Caveat: Not all of this is on official tumblr pages, so it's possible things may change.

(1) "I heard they already have access to my data and it doesn't really matter if I opt out"

From the 404 article:

A new FAQ section we reviewed is titled “What happens when you opt out?” states “If you opt out from the start, we will block crawlers from accessing your content by adding your site on a disallowed list. If you change your mind later, we also plan to update any partners about people who newly opt-out and ask that their content be removed from past sources and future training.”

So please, go click that opt-out button.

(2) Some future user: "I've been away from tumblr for months, and I just heard about all this. I didn't opt out before, so does it make a difference anymore?"

Another internal document shows that, on February 23, an employee asked in a staff-only thread, “Do we have assurances that if a user opts out of their data being shared with third parties that our existing data partners will be notified of such a change and remove their data?” Andrew Spittle, Automattic’s head of AI replied: “We will notify existing partners on a regular basis about anyone who's opted out since the last time we provided a list. I want this to be an ongoing process where we regularly advocate for past content to be excluded based on current preferences. We will ask that content be deleted and removed from any future training runs. I believe partners will honor this based on our conversations with them to this point. I don't think they gain much overall by retaining it.”

It should make a difference! Go click that button.

(3) "I opted out, but my art posts have been reblogged by so many people, and I don't know if they all opted out. What does that mean for my stuff?"

This answer is actually on the support page for the toggle:

This option will prevent your blog's content, even when reblogged, from being shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models.

And some further clarification by the COO and a product manager:

zingring: A couple people from work have reached out to let me know that yes, it applies to reblogs of "don't scrape" content. If you opt out, your content is opted out, even in reblog form. cyle: yep, for reblogs, we're taking it so far as "if anybody in the reblog trail has opted out, all of the content in that reblog will be opted out", when a reblog could be scraped/shared.

So not only your reblogged posts, but anyone who contributed in a reblog (such as posts where someone has been inspired to draw fanart of the OP) will presumably be protected by your opt-out. (A good reason to opt out even if you yourself are not a creator.)

Furthermore, if you the OP were offline and didn't know about the opt-out, if someone contributed to a reblog and they are opted out, then your original work is also protected. (Which makes it very tempting to contribute "scrapeable content" now whenever I reblog from an abandoned/disused blog...)

(4) "What about deleted blogs? They can't opt out!"

I was told by someone (not official) that he read "deleted blogs are all opted-out by default". However, he didn't recall the source, and I can't find it, so I can't guarantee that info. If I get more details - like if/when tumblr puts up that FAQ as reported in the 404 article - I will add it here as soon as I can.

Edit, tumblr has updated their help page for the option to opt-out of third-party sharing! It now states:

The content which will not be shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models, includes: • Posts and reblogs of posts from blogs who have enabled the "Prevent third-party sharing" option. • Posts and reblogs of posts from deleted blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from password-protected blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from explicit blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from suspended/deactivated blogs. • Private posts. • Drafts. • Messages. • Asks and submissions which have not been publicly posted. • Post+ subscriber-only posts. • Explicit posts.

So no need to worry about your old deleted blogs that still have reblogs floating around. *\o/*

But for your existing blogs, please use the opt out option. And a reminder of how to opt out, under the cut:

The opt-out toggle is in Blog Settings, and please note you need to do it for each one of your blogs / sideblogs.

On dashboard, the toggle is at https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/blogname [replace "blogname" as applicable] down by Visibility:

For mobile, you need the most recent update of the app. (Android version 33.4.1.100, iOs version 33.4.) Then go to your blog tab (the little person icon), and then the gear icon for Settings, then click Visibility.

Again, if you have a sideblog, go back to the blog tab, switch to it, and go to settings again. Repeat as necessary.

If you do not have access to the newest version of the app for whatever reason, you can also log into tumblr in your mobile browser. Same URL as per desktop above, same location.

Note you do not need to change settings in both desktop and the app, just one is fine.

I hope this helps!

[rafecameronssl4t]

Cart girl || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: you meet Rafe during one of your shifts as a beverage cart girl.

Warnings: swearing idk what else

Word count: 797

A/n: beverage cart girls kept popping up on my fyp and I thought I might aswell 😂

MASTERLIST

Divider by @yoonitos

“She new?” Rafe cocks his head towards your direction before swinging his club. Kelce and Topper both look to where Rafe was referring to, spotting you surrounded by a few other golfers.

“The beverage cart girl?” Topper questions as Rafe hums. “Can’t say I’ve seen her around before,” Topper says as the three boys watch you from afar. “Shit, she’s coming our way,” Kelce comments turning around to hide the fact the fact that he was watching as Topper looks away briefly.

“Hey, you guys want anything to drink or snack on?” you ask with a bright smile, lifting your hand to shield your eyes from the glaring afternoon sun. The three boys look up from their conversation, momentarily taken aback by your friendly demeanor.

“Yeah—uh, you guys want anything?” Rafe repeats the question to Kelce and Topper, who both nod enthusiastically. “Three Westbrooks, thanks,” Rafe says, his voice casual but with a hint of curiosity as his eyes linger on you.

“Sure,” you reply, stepping out of your cart. Rafe’s gaze follows your movements intently, his eyes raking over you in a way that doesn’t go unnoticed. He exchanges a smirk with Kelce and Topper, who try to conceal their grins, clearly amused by Rafe’s reaction.

“How’s your guys’ day been?” you ask sweetly, your voice filled with genuine interest as you reach for the three cans of Westbrook. “Yeah, yeah, good,” Rafe responds quickly, almost too quickly. “You new around here?” he adds, scratching the back of his neck, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Uh, not really. I usually do morning shifts, but I’ve switched to afternoons,” you explain, handing them each a can, your fingers brushing Rafe’s briefly. “Cool,” Rafe nods, his eyes never leaving yours, the smirk still playing on his lips.

“Cash or card?” you ask, holding a small notepad ready to jot down their payment details. “Just put it on my tab. It’s Cameron,” Rafe replies confidently, his smirk widening as he notices the moment of recognition in your eyes. “Cameron?” you repeat, locking eyes with him, the name ringing a bell.

Your eyes rake over his features, taking in his confident smirk and the way he holds himself. Tilting your head the tiniest bit, you say, “Well, have a good rest of your day, guys.” You offer a warm smile before turning around and climbing back into your cart.

As you start the engine and drive away, you hear Kelce exclaim, “Fuck, she’s hot, dude,” while slapping Rafe’s chest. Rafe chuckles, his eyes fixed on your cart as it disappears into the distance.

“Yeah, she definitely is,” Rafe murmurs, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he watches you leave. Topper shakes his head, laughing softly, trying to hide his amusement. “Think she’ll be around for the afternoon shifts more often?” Topper asks, glancing at Rafe. “Hope so,” Rafe replies, eyes still lingering on you.

~

“Y’know, the craziest thing happened to me yesterday afternoon,” you say absentmindedly, sipping on your fruity drink as you watch him line up his shot. His focus on the golf ball is intense, but he pauses for a moment, intrigued by your comment.

“Hmm? What happened, baby?” he replies, turning to make his way towards you. He presses a quick kiss on your lips before reaching over you to grab another club from the bag.

“I met your son,” you say, swirling the straw in your drink with your finger. Ward looks at you, his expression curious. “You saw Rafe?” he repeats, his tone carrying a mix of surprise and interest. “Yeah,” you hum in confirmation. “He’s quite good-looking, takes after his father,” you add with a smirk, watching as Ward chuckles and throws his head back in laughter.

“He’s a coke addict, baby. Best you don’t involve yourself with him, he’s trouble,” Ward warns, his thumb rubbing gently against your bottom lip. His touch is tender, but his words are firm. You stare up at him, undeterred. “He was nice to me,” you shrug, recalling the encounter.

“That’s because you’re a good-looking girl,” Ward says, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and admiration “You think so?” you ask, your smirk growing. Ward chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. “I know so.”

As Ward returns to his game, you can’t help but let your mind wander back to Rafe. There was something about him that intrigued you and you couldn’t help but purposely run into him around the course.