#x desi!reader

[moonlightwrites004]

Khamoshiyaan...

Caleb Xia x non!mc reader

Reader is POC and chubby.

'When 2 broken hearts come together in silence, who knows what bond could form...'

CW: heavy angst with comfort, mentions of MC, betrayal, heartbreaking angst, open ending, no part 2.

This was a union built on a whim.

Macie married Sylus, breaking both yours and Caleb's heart.

Caleb's, he loved Macie more than himself.

Yours, you loved Sylus as the dry earth did monsoon rain.

The day you both married was the same day as Sylus and Macie. Two broken hearts trying to fix each other with their shattered parts.

You were a extinguished diya, tears dry on your cheeks, kajal smudged like your bindi as you signed the marital document.

Caleb's face was cold, distant as if he was carved from candle wax when he signed the document, binding himself to you legally.

You, poor you... You had nowhere to go. That was why you agreed to wed him when he asked.

Then there was Caleb, the boy who remembered you from your college days and never approached you as Macie was his 'one and only'.

How very ironic huh?

"Where are we going?" You ask him softly, your voice was hoarse from disuse.

After signing the documents, you soon found yourself seated next to him in a car, going off to Bhagwan knows where.

Caleb didn't answer.

It was as if he never heard you, at least that was what you thought until...

"My home in Skyhaven."

That was it. No other words. Just the place he was taking you to live at from now onwards and nothing else.

When you reached his home, it was a wreck. Everything was broken like its owners. You never questioned it. You knew why it was a wreck.

You also would've done the same.

Caleb directed you to your now shared room. Once alone, you silently cried, muffling your sobs and cries into your saree pallu.

Your Sylus betrayed you. Your Sylus loved someone else. Your Sylus...your Sylus who you loved so much that you left behind your home forever never loved you enough to do the same...

"Narak mein saro..." You cursed his photo and crumpled it.

The days that followed were met with silence from both you and Caleb.

You'd wake up early, make his lunch and send him to work then, you'd busy yourself with chores to not think of the past.

To not think about Sylus.

Whenever Caleb came from work, you both would eat in silence then head to rest.

He too, would busy himself tinkering in the house or overworking on fleet reports.

So he wouldn't think of Macie.

That would have been both of your routines for weeks, months or even years.

Until one Friday afternoon.

You had just decorated your lamp for the divine goddess Lakshmi. You lit your lamp and prayed.

Caleb came home early and witnessed your prayer.

He didn't speak, he didn't comment or remark anything. He simply observed you.

When you were done, that was when he spoke. The words came out naturally on their own.

"I'm home..."

You froze. Not because he came home, it was because this was the first time he spoke in days since your wedding to him.

"Welcome home." You replied softly.

The colonel gave you a subtle nod then headed to freshen up. You prepared tea for both of you and sat down, straightening out your saree as you did.

The beautiful red bordered white kanjivaram saree was draped on you elegantly. The pallu was draped across your chest to serve as a blouse.

You didn't care much for it. It was your outfit every Friday. But Caleb noticed how you took pride in your dressing.

But he never mentions it.

He wondering what would happen if he did build this marriage with you.

And so that evening, he spoke to you about it after dinner.

He did the dishes then washed his hands before taking a seat not opposite you, but beside you by the table.

"I want to apologize to you..." He began gently, "I was heartbroken by Macie and Sylus's wedding...I forced this union on you...I am deeply ashamed of myself."

You heard him as he spoke. You noticed everything. The tremble in his hand, the guilt etched onto his delicate waxen features.

He meant every bit of his apology.

"I hope you find it in yourself to forgive me some day...but, I want to make this union work. The rest is up to you." Caleb ended, at this point, he was ready to leave.

Ready to leave you to think about what he had said, perhaps even for you to shut him out.

But you surprised him by slowly placing a palm on his shoulder.

"I should apologize." You began somberly, "I only agreed because I have nowhere to go....when I courted Sylus, I left my papa's house behind me...I couldn't return there."

It was Caleb's turn to listen now. He patiently heeded to your woes.

How you ran away from your father's house just to be with Sylus yet, in that 4 years you courted Sylus, he never once asked you marry him.

The cards were clear, Sylus had no intention to wed you. You were kept as his 'decoration' in his gloomy house.

"You shouldn't apologize..." Caleb spoke warmly, covering your hand on his shoulder with his mechanical one.

"You were young and naive...Sylus took advantage of that."

Your lower lip trembled at his words, you held back your tears as he spoke further.

"I am not the best at warm words but, let's make this bond between us work...You don't have to love me. We'll simply live quietly and with respect for one another."

You listened to him speak. He did have a point. You couldn't live like strangers forever. A bond of respect was far better than the coldness of the previous few days.

"I agree..."

The first week of this new beginning was an awkward learning experience.

You found out quickly that he hated coriander. You used it less in cooking now. You also found out of his love for planes.

Caleb on the other hand noticed how much you loved your bangles and sarees. You wore sarees more than the dresses that hung in your wardrobe but, he also learnt that you hated spinach with a passion.

Soon, you both warmed up to each other.

A beautiful bond began to blossom between you both. The kind of bond that a lotus has to the muddy depths of a river.

Although forged upon the melody of two broken hearts, Caleb and you found a unique way to live together.

One evening, he came home with a gift bag. "I'm home." He called from the door as he entered the house, removing his shoes and setting it on the shoe rack.

You were in the kitchen, heating up dinner and dressed in a lilac and gold saree with a pretty jasmine gajra in your hair.

"Welcome home." You replied timidly as you gently stirred the pot of food on the stove.

"What's for dinner?" He asked warmly as he came in the kitchen. "It smells lovely in here..."

"Butter chicken and garlic Naan." You replied.

Caleb chuckled. He wouldn't admit it but, he enjoyed this particular dish you prepared.

He already felt his mouth watering for the rich flavourful dish.

"I'll freshen up and come..."

He practically ran off to freshen up. You fixed 2 plates of dinner in the meantime and waited for him at the dining table.

Caleb joined you after a few minutes, unashamedly inhaled 3 servings of the food. You held back a smile.

"I got you something by the way." He said casually whilst eating. "Open it when we're done here."

"I also got you something." You blurt out. Caleb froze in surprise.

"Really?"

"Yes..." You replied with a cute determined look on your face. Caleb chuckled.

"Fine... I'll open it when you open what I got you."

That was the agreement. After dinner and cleaning up, Caleb and you sat opposite each other with your respective gifts.

You opened yours first, pulling out a beautiful peacock print saree with a green shawl from the bag and a new pair of anklets.

"You got this for me?" You ask him, a smile formed upon your lips as you shook the anklets. A sweet twinkling sound echoed in the house.

"Of course I did..." Caleb began, "I know how much you love your traditional clothes, you wear them everyday...so I got you a new outfit..."

You thanked him and then watched as he opened the gift you got him.

It was a puzzle, a plane puzzle. Fixing the pieces together would build a plane.

"You told me that you like planes and jets...I saw this on sale and thought of you...so I got it." You explained but then in a softer voice, you asked: "Do you like it?"

Like it? Caleb loved it!

He motions you to sit closer to him as he opened the puzzle onto the coffee table.

"Help me build it..." He asked gently and you agreed.

"Can you pass me that piece over there please?" He asked.

"Where does this piece go?" You ask when you completed a part of the plane model.

"Over there, the right side." Caleb answers as he points to the place.

4 gruelling hours later, you both were done. Caleb set the plane model on the shelf next to the TV.

"Perfect." He praised before gazing down at you. "Thank you Y/n...for everything."

You smile up at him, a genuine smile after a long time. "You're welcome Caleb..." You answered timidly.

Unexpectedly, your hands brushed closely together. Neither of you pull away.

But your sweet moment however was interrupted by a phonecall.

"Excuse me." Caleb murmured sheepishly and turned to his phone. The smile fell from his face at the sight of the caller ID.

'Macie 'Pipsqueak' incoming call.

Decline or Answer.

Divider credits: @droideplane and @angeliicide

Literally wrote this on a whim 🥲.

Let me know your thoughts.

Love y'all!!!

-MLW004✨

[ilovecaroleandmanon]

I absolutely love reading on Tumblr, but I genuinely need some of you to state what race you’re imagining when you write.There’s absolutely nothing wrong with writing a white reader, just admit that’s who you’re writing. Seriously, when a reader’s race isn’t made clear, I stop reading immediately. So please, just be honest about it

[itsprashimusic]

Maybe Leave The Cooking To Me

Summary - You love to cook, and Lando loves to help, but this time it goes sideways.

Pairings - Lando Norris x fem!Reader

Warnings - minor injury, reader has good relationship with parents, reader is same age as Lando, fluffy.

W/C - 1.4k

A/N - my first fic for f1 lets gooo Happy reading<3

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 It was the end of a triple header meaning that now you had a break you were craving. The Monday meetings were done with, you and Lando were on the flight back to your Monaco apartment. The exhaustion caught up with you and the both of you were out within seconds of your heads hitting your pillows. 

It was now a Tuesday night. There was some music playing in the living room, Lando was somewhere in the house, and you were in the kitchen. You wouldn’t call yourself a chef, but you loved to cook and learn new recipes. Travelling the world with Lando made it so that you would not get to cook very often, so when you did get to cook you would take the chance.

You sat on the counter contemplating what to cook. Before you shifted to Monaco your mom had written out a recipe book for you with all different kinds of recipes which she had found and curated to your and your family's taste and liking. So you sat on the counter, reading through the fat book.

"Babe, what do you wanna eat?" you yelled to Lando, your eyes still focused on the book. You didn't get a reply, but 5 seconds later he walked into the kitchen. "I'm not really sure," he said while walking up to you. He walked in between your legs and tilted the book in your hands so that he could read it.

"Oo, how about spaghetti? You always say how you wanted to make it." He said and pointed to it. "By that I meant making it from scratch. It is too late to do that." you reply and turn the page.

"Then just boil the spaghetti we have and make the sauce." The excitement in your eyes when you heard him say that made him chuckle. You got off the counter and began rummaging around the kitchen looking for all the ingredients. "Red sauce?" "Red sauce" he confirms. You get out the tomatoes, chillies, garlic, herbs and spices while Lando takes out the spaghetti.

You give him the simple task of watching the pasta boil and reminding you when it was 20 minutes. He dutifully did his task and even drained the water and left the spaghetti in the colander. It was getting late and the two of you were growing hungrier, but knew that the food would be worth the wait.

While waiting for the boiled tomatoes to cool you were cutting some onions and garlic. "Can you get the grinder out?" you asked Lando. He was a bit deep in thought, so only hummed before retrieving the asked for item. "What are you thinking about?" "I could've overtaken Russel at turn 14." he said.

"Baby, it's ok," you abandoned the half cut onions and wiped your hands. You walked over to Lando and gently made him look at you, "Could you have done something then? Yes. Can you do anything about it now? No. It's no use dwelling on something that can't be changed. The best you can make of it, is to be aware of it and try and avoid repeating it in the future. Hmm?" you hummed at the end with a nod. Lando looked at you and nodded along.

To get his mind off of the last race you got him to make good use of his muscles and crush some dried chillies. The cooking went on. You peeled the tomatoes, put them in the grinder and set up the wok on the stove. Lando was slicing some pieces of soft chicken which he wanted you to add in the sauce.

The sauce was half ready when you turned the gas off and went to the sink to wash your hands. "Is it done?" he asked you. 'No' you told him and dried your hands, "It still has some chunks which didn't get ground." This is where your casual Tuesday night took a turn.

Lando, being the muppet he is who can't cook, poured the chunky liquid into the grinder bowl, covered it and put it on the machine. You then faced him and saw what he did. But you did not have enough time to tell him to not do what he was about to do.

He turned the knob and within less than a second the hot tomato sauce spewed out of the bowl and all over you, Lando and your cosy kitchen.

You would expect that a formula 1 driver's quick reflexes would not just be limited to when they are driving. But if you saw the scene inside Lando and his girlfriend's kitchen on a Tuesday night after a triple header, you would be greeted with quite the opposite. The once clean kitchen was now covered in red food. You and Lando were covered in near-boiling hot pasta sauce.

When the sauce spewed out, Lando's first reaction was to let out a slightly high-pitched scream and you quickly turned the loud nightmare-like-sounding machine off. Neither of you said anything, you just looked around the kitchen, taking in the mess, processing what happened, and slowly registering the pain you felt where the sauce lay on your bare skin.

Thankfully most of the spilt sauce got on your t-shirts and not on either of your faces, but some did reach your arms. Lando was the first to say something "Ow, that hurts, that's-that's starting to burn, ouch." Without wasting much time, you grabbed his arm and took him to the bathroom. You turned the shower on, "keep your arm under the water. Do. Not. Move."

You went to the sink and shed your tomato-covered top and left it there. You got Lando to do the same and then joined him by putting your own, now slightly burnt, arms under the spray of cold water. "Baby, why did you start the grinder with a hot liquid inside of it?" you asked him, your voice soft and full of concern, "I'm not mad, just wanna know why."

"You said you had to grind it." His voice sounded broken, you wanted to hug him tight and never let go. "Lan, you have to wait till it has cooled down. The steam inside created pressure which caused the lid to pop open and the sauce to scatter everywhere." He just gave a quiet 'oh' in response.

"How much of your arm got burnt?" you asked and he showed you the parts which hurt. You left the bathroom and came back with two handkerchiefs and ice packs. With the help of rubber bands you secured the ice packs to his forearms. "Where are you going?" he asked when the two of you changed your clothes.

"To clean the kitchen and salvage whatever is left of the sauce."

"Let me help, please."

How could you say no to that face he was making? After some back and forth he got you to also attach an ice pack to your forearm. you grumbled but nevertheless allowed him to take care of you.

You both clean in silence. He cleaned the counter, cupboards and the grinder while you cleaned up the floor where most of the sauce got. 10 minutes later the now salvaged sauce was on the gas with the chicken in and almost ready to eat.

Lando got out two plates and served you both some spaghetti. Your stomach rumbled, which made him giggle. The two of you quickly began laughing. Some people process and handle things by crying, some yell, some throw things around the house and some just sit in silence and wallow and wither away. But you had a different way of coping with emotions and stress. By laughing. That was one thing you and your boyfriend had in common. You both would laugh to process things.

It was kind of the reason the two of you got together in the first place.

Soon the sauce was ready and was severed. You both took your plates and forks and sat on the couch, something ready to play on the TV. The ice packs had come off by then, but Lando insisted on wrapping the cold napkin around the red part of your hand which was not covered in ice earlier.

He finished wrapping your arm and you leaned forward to kiss his nose. Before you could reach though, his lips caught yours in a short but sweet kiss. You both ate your spaghetti and watched what was playing on the TV, occasionally making comments about it here and there.

"Babe"

"Yea?"

"Next time, maybe leave cooking to me?"

"I’m with you a 100 percent on that one" 

A/N - this fic came to be because I read a lando fic where reader was eating chicken pasta and decided to cook spaghetti for the first time and ended up burning myself(dw i'm fine, the burn was very minor)

Hope you enjoyed reading<3

[femalefemur]

The tradition of hiding your fiancé's name in your mehndi design.

Giggling as you watch Johnny eagerly grab your hands and pour over every inch of the intricate design, eyes lighting up when he finally spots it. A grin on his face as he squishes your cheeks and plants a messy kiss to your lips while mumbling about how much he loves seeing his name on you.

Watching as Kyle's fingers gently trace over the design, his eyes occasionally flicking up meet your giddy gaze as he asks how close he is, a playful smile on his lips when you refuse to tell him. A triumphant grin splitting on his face when he finds his name hidden in the design, grabbing your hips and asking for a reward for finding it as he kisses you breathless.

Smiling when John's eyes twinkle with mischief and delight as he holds your hands in his. His keen gaze spotting it right away but playing along like you told him, eyes wandering over intricacy of the design before finally placing a finger on where his name is hidden. His beard gently scratching against the palms of your hands as he noses at the design and kisses his way up your arms.

Looking gleefully at Simon when you tell him to try find his name in the design and watching the surprise in his features. Watching the way his eyes trail over the design on your hands, your hands gently resting in his as his thumbs ever so softly rub circles on your hands. Hearing the almost imperceptible inhale of breath when he finds his name and the gentle kiss he presses to it. Gently wiping away his tears as he keeps staring at it, his name on your skin, even if it is just for a short amount of time, showing him just how much you love and care for him.

[jake-g-lockley]

The Light of My Knight | Moon Knight x Desi!Reader | Ongoing

Masterlist

Summary: Your whole life was a rollercoaster of emotions and turmoil, and all you've ever wanted was peace and to do what you love. You begin your new dream job as a tour guide and historian at the British Museum and you’re met with a surprise, well, three very confusing and frankly, gorgeous surprises.

Currated Playlist:

Warnings: Swearing (I'm a bloody sailor lol), mentions of sex, mentions of mental health, trauma, violence, lots of mentions of gods, maybe death, smut

Tags: Ongoing, Desi Reader, comedy, fluff, angst, the reader is a Hindu and Tamil.

A/N: The moon boys know of each other, they are still Khonshu’s avatar and this is set after the events of episode 6, season 1 of MCU’s Moon Knight.

Chapter 1: Lord of Dance

Chapter 2: Demeanor

Chapter 3: Onward!

Chapter 4: Left in the Dark

Chapter 5: Smudged Kajal and the Fist of Vengeance

Chapter 6: What is Worship?

Chapter 7: Divine Couples

Chapter 8: Ladoos and Jasmines

Chapter 9: Tainted

Chapter 10: Turmeric Face Masks

Chapter 11: (Coming soon)

[aynanasstuff]

hi angelll <3 :)

so I watched the music video of ang laga de and I- if you’re writing for spence can you do a forbidden lovers au where they decide to get married, with heaps of smUt too >:)

I literally can’t get that kiss scene out of my head help-im literally a slut FOR IT please write in a kiss scene like that I’m BEGGING

@lil-stark HI ANGELLLLL OH HELL THIS ASK HAS BEEN HAUNTING ME FROM MY INBOX BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANNA DISAPPOINT YOU BUT I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO IT AND IT KINDA TURNED INTO ITS OWN THING! i hope you like it anyway, it's not the most smutty :( (aaj kuch smut aa hi nahi raha tha dimaag mein 🥺) so in conclusion, I did something and you're going to have to deal with it lmao I'm SORRY

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Nothing Changes// Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: You were Cat Adams' accomplice. Spencer still falls in love with you and you now call him your husband. How will his team react?

Warnings: smut, allusions to Spencer's wheel of trauma, forbidden lovers trope

masterlist

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Spencer knew this was wrong. He still went all in- eyes wide open, heart beaming.

You knew this was wrong. You still went all in- eyes wide open, heart beaming.

The stars were wicked with the way they planned your lives. A tale as old as time really, as old as the capulets and the montagues. But this wasn't fair Verona.

This was modern day Virginia.

Being Cat's former best friend wasn't your proudest label. She was everything a person shouldn't be. Manipulative, selfish; she preyed on people who didn't deserve it. You saw through it but you were too late. She'd already got you in a jam, tangled up in her lies.

But in a twisted way, that's how you met the love of your life. You were doing time for something you didn't even know you had a hand in, an elaborate plan Cat set in place so she could have you do her dirty work without you even knowing. However, knowingly or unknowingly, you were guilty in the eyes of the law and you were sentenced to five years in prison. But somehow, it was reduced to two years and with good behavior, you managed to make it out six months early. Upon release, you realised it was Spencer who fought for you. Call it empathy, projection or just a genius at work, but apparently the man didn't take a single second off of working on your case. Something gnawed at him to believe your innocence. Spencer had first hand experience with the utter despondency that comes with being caged despite not deserving it. But it didn't stop people from believing you were just as bad as Cat, just as cruel and conniving. People in the BAU still thought you couldn't be innocent, not as irrevocably as Spencer thought. The attacks on your character hurt, but at least you were free.

Spencer met up with you after you were released. That one meeting led to many such meetings. Maybe he was drawn to broken birds, just like you were- wings clipped but still so beautiful. No one would guess that you'd fall apart together, that you'd fall apart over and over till you were shaking and moulding into each other, dying to reach a closeness that you couldn't put into words. No one would know that in each other, you reached there.

This wasn't the exciting love that people talked about, the sneaking around was not teenagers at rebellion. It was a quiet love, passionate nonetheless, but quiet. Because who knows, it was a wish that you could not speak out loud because what if it's snatched away? What if Cat ruins this? What if her presence in your past, in Spencer's past, ruins a life you wanted to build together?

So you kept quiet. Your childhood dreams of a big wedding were exchanged for a peaceful one, one without judgement. It was a hard decision. It was the right decision.

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His hands entwine with yours next to your head, your whines making his hips rock faster. Your breathless release makes him burrow his face in your neck, his grunts telling your that he's close to the edge. "Let go, Spence, let go, baby." That's all the coaxing he needs.

The next moments are spent in silence. Breaths lulling you to a calmness that can't be found outside these four walls, not for the both of you.

"You ever wish we could have more?" Spencer asks, your hand taking through his curls as caresses your collarbone.

"More?"

"Yeah, more. More freedom, more support, more love? Do you ever wish we didn't have to hide ourselves because of what others might say?" Spencer says quietly.

You sigh, "Honey, I have all I need. I'm content with you. More would be nice, but it's not necessary. Do I wish we didn't have to go through so much to find each other? Yeah. But in a weird way I'm grateful that we did. What's this about, love?"

"I think they know."

You freeze, before asking, "Your team?"

"I don't think they know about you but I'm sure they know I'm hiding something important."

Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest but you contain it, "I mean, we have been married for almost a year and they are profilers after all. They could've put it together."

Spencer tightens his hold on you, "How do you feel about that? What do you think happens if they find out?"

You continue playing with his hair, the action calming him, "They find out, we probably have a bunch of judgement to deal with. But they are also your family so maybe it won't be as bad? And we're committed to each other, even if they don't react the way we want them to, nothing about us changes. At least I hope it won't. It won't, right?" Your ask in a small voice.

Spencer raises his head and places a kiss to your forehead, "Nothing changes. No matter what, we're gonna be okay, okay?"

You nod, "Do you want to get ahead of it? Maybe we tell them ourselves. It breaks our little bubble but at least it comes from us."

Spencer looks into your eyes, "Are you sure? Because sweetheart, this might not go well. I don't want you to get hurt." His palm cradles your face and you nuzzle into it.

"Spence, I'll be okay. I'm okay if we tell them, I'm okay if we don't. As long as I have you I'll be fine, baby." You smile softly. "Let's sleep on it, okay? We can talk about it in the morning?"

"That sounds good." Your lips meet for the last time that night and your eyes close to a slumber.

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Morning comes to you in the form of your husband. He places kisses on your face, waking you up. You open your eyes, blinking them to adjust to the light. Your hand reaches to cradle Spencer's face, lowering it to kiss him.

"Good morning, Spence."

"Good morning, sweetheart." He rests his forehead on yours and breathes you in.

"Have you thought about what we're going to do, baby?"

He sighs, "I think we should tell them. Only if you feel comfortable with it."

You let out a breath, "I think I do. Let's tell them?"

He nods, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

"How are we doing this?"

"You could bring them over to dinner here tonight, if you're okay with it. Or we could do it at your old place."

"The old place sounds better. It won't be as suspicious."

"Okay, here goes nothing." You place a kiss on his forehead, letting it linger, almost like a protective charm, "I love you."

"I love you."

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To say his team was shocked was an understatement.

JJ starts, "What the fuck, Spence? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because we thought it best to keep it secret. We knew the judgement it would cause and we didn't want to subject each other to that." Spencer defends calmly.

JJ continues, "Spencer, she worked with Cat, she worked with your abuser! How does this make any sense to you?!"

This hit a raw nerve in him, "I know exactly who she is, so I know that she is nothing like Cat! I knew this would happen that is why you didn't hear a peep about our relationship, that is why we kept it under wraps, this is why we eloped! You guys are so quick to judge, where was this concern for me after Tobias? Where was this concern when I was drugged out of my mind and none of you gave a shit? Where was this when I was sexually assaulted by Cat?! If you didn't say shit then, you don't get to say shit now!"

Everyone goes silent. His team looks ashamed, eyes filled with guilt as they realize they hadn't truly been there for him.

You sniffle to keep your tears from falling. Spencer's breathing is heavy, all the resentment now out of his body. You hold his arm and take a shaky breath before speaking to everyone,

"I know you are all upset because you love Spence. You want him to be safe and you want him to be happy. The truth is he is, with me. Just like I am with him. We wanted to tell you ourselves because you're his family and we shouldn't have to hide from family. Cat hurt him, but she hurt me, too. She made me a criminal and I didn't even know it. So I get why you'd think I am just like her. But please let me prove to you I am nothing like her? If not for me, for him? Because I know how much you guys mean to him and I don't want to be what comes between you guys."

Spencer shakes his head before turning to you, "You don't have to prove anything to them. You don't owe them anything."

"Spence it's okay-"

"He's right," You look over to see that it was Penelope with tears in her eyes, "you don't owe us anything. I mean, I know more than anything that your past doesn't define you. And I may not be a profiler but I have a good feeling about you. I just want Spencer to be happy."

Luke adds, "Penelope's right. I'm still sceptical but I haven't seen Spencer as happy as he's been since he's been with you. I didn't know it was because of you but it's all coming together now."

"I know this might be a lot to take in so it's okay if you need time. I promise you, I love Spencer just as much as you guys do and I'll never do anything to hurt him. So till all of you come around, truce?" You bite your lip, a hopeful glint in your eyes.

Tara and Matt nod, David and Emily share a look and a small smile before Penelope excitedly blurts out, "Truce!"

You smile, relieved. JJ fixes her gaze on the two of you for a moment and then storms out of the house. You move to talk to her but Rossi stops you, "I'll talk to her. She'll come around." He smiles reassuringly and you nod.

Spencer looks down at you with adoration. The way you handled it all makes his heart swell with pride and as he promised, your love stayed the same.

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A/n: Hey y'all! I hope you like this one. Please comment, reblog and like if you do- keeps me going! Love y'all!

@lil-stark bestie I am so sorry for this atrocity lmao

[payasamlover]

Jalebi baby

Summary: Harry and Yn enjoying their after noon with some hot chai and jalebis

Word count: 1k

Warning: None . Just some fluff

A/N: Hey everyone this is my second blurb as you know I'm just getting into writing hence my writings are gonna be short. Also, I wanna point put I'm not a native English speaker I'm from India hence I may not be great at portraying writing abilities. So if there are any typos or errors or any suggestions. You can just drop it in my ask box. I'll try to write long fics in the coming days. Thank you so much for reading. Just watched it As it was bts btw. It was good. Anyways enjoy <3

Terms:

1.Jalebi :Jalebi, is a popular sweet snack in south and west Asia, Africa, and Mauritius

2.Halwai: A confectioner

3. Mithai: Sweets

4. Bukhad: A person who is greedy for food

It was raining outside. It had been raining since the morning and it hadn't stopped, not even for a second. Raindrops were splattering onto the glass windows of Yn's apartment building.

The rain was coming down at a steady pace so it sounded like someone was pounding on the glass and shouting "Let me in!" repeatedly. Yn sighed as she put down her pen. She knew who it was even before she opened her door and stood there was her lovie ."You're going to catch a cold Harry," she said. "Hey Baby," he said softly when Yn opened the door for him.

He smiled when he caught sight of her. Harry looked like hell. He was drenched from head to toe.  His hair had been matted down with rainwater. His nose and cheeks were flushed red. Yn wrapped her arms around him and kissed him tenderly."How about you take a nice hot shower and I'll make you my special chai ?" She suggested.

Harry nodded but didn't move from where he stood. "As long as you join me in the  shower." Yn giggled. "No Harry. We both know I'm just a distraction when you shower."Harry shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Yn watched as Harry removed his shoes and socks. Yn walked over to the door and unlocked it. She stepped out of the way while Harry walked inside and closed the door behind him. Yn walked into the living room, picking up their abandoned cups and plates as she went. "Do you want some food too Harry?" She asked. "I bought Jalebi's from the local Indian dessert shop,". "I would love some," he yelled from the bathroom. "M'kay I'll be right back."

Yn made her way into the kitchen to make the chai. First, she boiled the milk. Then she added the tea leaves to the boiled milk followed by ginger honey and cardamom. While she was busy straining the tea Harry came back from the shower. He was wearing nothing but boxer briefs. Yn bit her lip slightly trying to control herself. She felt her heart racing, not wanting to look away. "Mhm smells amazing  Yn," he said. "Harry placed his hand gently against her cheek and kissed her sweetly. She poured the chai into two cups and placed them on the kitchen island. Harry sat at one end of the counter while Yn took the other side and sat across from him. Yn reached under the table and held one of Harry's hands in hers. Harry smiled. They sipped their drinks slowly savouring every sip until they'd emptied their cups. "There's nothing like the authentic Indian chai innit darling?  It's a real treat," Yn said smacking his lips together. "Ugh Starbucks drink doesn't even come close to this masterpiece," he commented. "How dare you compare this wonderful delicacy to that overpriced highly saccharine drink, " Harry snickered at her comments.

" Oh I forgot about the Jalebis gimme a mo bubs," Yn exclaimed reaching for the top cabinet she pulled out the Jalebis and started plating them. "That looks delicious babe and I can't wait to try all of them,". Harry replied  "Here you go," Yn said sliding the plate. He grabbed one of the Jalebi "Cheers Yn," he tapped his jalebi with hers and then took a bite. He moaned loudly as he chewed. "These are the best damn things in existence. Oh my God I'm gonna cry "he declared. Yn giggled at his antics "I know right." Ever since they started dating Yn shared her culture with him whether it was cooking him her favourite desi dishes or making him watch her favourite movies growing up or shitting about Europeans colonizing South Asia and looting their money and other valuable items even if Harry was British ( he didn't mind tho because he was bitching along with her). He was so eager to learn all about her country and her culture.

"The jalebis here in America don't taste as great as the ones from India though, " Yn said thoughtfully as she nibbled on a piece of jalebis. "Really? "Harry quipped "Maybe you should come to visit India and eat them then," said Yn. "I remember visiting the Halwai during Diwali and ogling at all the mithai. The jalebis and the laddoo were finger-licking good." She said wistfully as she recalled memories. " Ooh, I can picture baby Yn dragging her parents to the halwai to gawk at the sweets". Harry teased, causing Yn to blush.  "Oh shut up you big goof" she replied poking his arm. "I bet your parents would still lecture you for eating too many sweets," he continued teasing further. Yn rolled her eyes. "Stop," she said, blushing more as Harry laughed.  "But seriously Harry, I miss those days when we would go to the market and just doing all the random things", she lamented. "I know baby, I know." Harry said putting his arm around her waist "I just miss them so much Harry I don't have anyone in the states except you"." Yn leaned in to kiss Harry, "you are right " Harry's gaze softens ."I guess it won't hurt to try a little bit more jalebi" "Yeah babe", Harry said pulling her closer. " My jalebi baby," he whispered. " .They spend rest of the day listening to soft ghazals as they talked , drinking their tea and eating each other's food. No wonder Tesher made a freaking song about Jalebi because he knows some bukhad like Yn and harry exist.😋😋

[moonlightwrites004]

Khamoshiyaan...

Caleb Xia x non-mc!reader

Reader is POC and chubby

'When the past comes to test you, remember the present.'

Part 02: The conclusion.

Part one link here.

Divider credits: @droideplane

This is short, it's a conclusion. No trigger warnings needed.

Caleb stared at the caller ID emotionlessly.

'Macie 'Pipsqueak' incoming call.

Decline or Answer.

After weeks of watching her flaunting her marriage to Sylus and her 'housewife' aesthetic, why would she call him?

His thumb hovered over the answer button. He was going to answer until...

"Caleb...I forgot to serve dessert." Your guilty voice came from behind him.

He eased up, tension visibly left his body.

What was he doing? Why was he giving in?

He wants to build this marriage with you, not wallow away in a love he could never have.

"Why aren't you answering that?" You ask him with a frown, you saw it.

And yet, he chuckled as he powered off his phone.

"Scam caller..." He answered you as he tossed his phone aside. "What you made for dessert?"

"Tanghulu and Tangyuan."

"Why not kheer or something from your culture?"

"Because dinner was from mine, it's only fair that dessert is from yours."

Caleb smiled and sat opposite you as you both ate dessert.

"I get scam calls too." You suddenly say to him. "But I don't answer. I reported the number."

Caleb shook his head, scam calls...

Wait...

He looked at you now with surprise.

Sylus called you? You blocked him?

Before he could ask about it, you were gone to bed.

That night when he was in bed, he powered on his phone.

20 missed calls from Macie 'Pipsqueak'

Call back or message.

Caleb didn't hesitate.

He taped the 3 dot icon on the contact and selected his option.

Block.

“Are you sure you want to block Macie 'Pipsqueak'? This action can only be undone after 31 days.”

The notification popped up.

Caleb grimaced. He clicked the option again.

Block anyway.

The loading icon came on the screen, followed by the notification that made the weight lift off Caleb's shoulders.

“You have blocked this person, you cannot receive or make calls and messages to this contact.”

He switched off his phone and turned to you. You were sleeping with your back facing him. He held onto you and drifted off to sleep.

Caleb doesn't need Macie. All he needs is his beautiful wife who was healing just as he was.

Your bond was worth saving, atleast to him...

That's it!...

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-MLW004✨