#(this is shit pls stab we with a pen

[wastingawayinmyroom]

Uhmmm story time cuz I saw ur reblog of the 'reblog if u want one of these in ur asks box' thing !!!! But first ure amazing, ure doing well and I hope ur mom comes around to ur being bi

So some time ago, one of my friends was getting bothered by this senior a year above us. The senior kept on grabbing him and hitting his back like the way u do when someone is choking kind of. So this BITCH (affectionate) (to the friend) told his parents and his dad told him to bring a knife to school and attempt to stab him (his 6 yr old brother told me to fuck off, the family is wild). Which. This DUMBASS (affectionate). Did. Lmao. So he brought a pen knife and told everyone it was for this project that we had (he didn't even use it for the project he borrowed mine 💀) and during lunch break, when the senior went up to him again he fucking THREW THE KNIFE AT THE DUDE. thank goodness he has shit aim or he'd be in juvenile honestly💀. He got into detention for 3 days and got let off tho (our sch has the weirdest leniency ever). I frickin loved this if u want more stories pls tell me muah love ya <3

WHAT THE FUCK

kudos to the dad tho that sounds badass lmao

tysm for the random story!!! i hope ur friend hasn't stabbed anyone!!!!

[blackacre13]

NEW YEAR LOUBBIE SEX PLS ASRRHHHHG

Nothing like New Year’s in May, right? Kinda like Christmas in July?

“Isn’t this all kind of cliche?” Debbie asked, watching Lou’s pocket knife stab into the cardboard before gliding along the tape like hot butter. “You know you have box cutters and employees around, right?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Lou smirked, waving the pocket knife in the air with a wink before placing it down beside her so she could open the flaps, carefully examining the bottles of champagne to make sure none of them had cracked or leaked during shipment.

“You can’t really water champagne down though, can you?” Debbie smirked in return as she pushed another box towards Lou with her shoe.

“Watch those sharp heels, Ocean,” the blonde warned. “And that bratty mouth.”

Debbie merely blew her a kiss in response, hoisting herself up from the ground with a grunt before placing herself on Lou’s desk, her legs swinging as she observed the blonde from up high, admiring the way her tongue flicked out between her lips as she concentrated, slipping the pen back behind her ear and placing the clipboard down as she pulled the other box towards her slowly, the knife driving into the cardboard once more with a satisfying sound.

“Not every day has to include a con, honey,” the blonde finally offered, looking up at her with twinkling eyes. “It’s New Year’s eve. Fresh start,” she shrugged.

“Again,” Debbie sighed. “Cliche.”

“I mean it’s our fresh start,” Lou whispered, eyes still locked on the Ocean’s as she swallowed thickly. “Your first New Year’s in half a decade out of…”

“Yeah,” Debbie mumbled. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Oh, honey,” the blonde chuckled. “I’m always right.”

Debbie blew a weak raspberry before shooting the blonde a glare, the two of them bursting into a fit of giggles.

“I don’t usually celebrate it,” Debbie shrugged.

“I know,” Lou laughed. “You’ve been in my life for a quarter of a century, Deb. New Year’s has come up a few times, I think. Maybe once or twice,” she teased, jumping up as she threw the pocket knife to the side, shuffling the boxes out of the way before coming to stand in front of Debbie, the brunette wrapping her legs around Lou’s hips to pull her in. “Now if this is how you want to celebrate, I’m in,” Lou chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from Debbie’s face before kissing her softly.

“What would we do?” Debbie breathed, heels digging into the back of Lou’s thighs as she let out a soft grunt.

“Well, I’ll be here at the club,” Lou reminded her, almost regretting the plans she’d had set for weeks now. “But maybe you could stay with me?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” the blonde smiled, wrapping her arms around Debbie’s shoulders as she let her forehead fall against hers with a hum. “Ring in the new year together. There’s a whole thing planned for midnight. April came up with some rigging shit to let all this confetti fall as the clock strikes.”

“Confetti?” Debbie wrinkled her nose.

“You’re a snob, Ocean,” Lou shook her head, kissing the brunette’s nose before she bopped it with her finger. “It’s all gold, honey. Don’t worry. Practically designer.”

“What happens at midnight?” Debbie asked, her fingers playing with one of Lou’s gold chains for a moment before she tugged at it, the blonde chuckling as she took the hint, leaning in further.

“I kiss you,” Lou whispered. “The room disappears. Everyone is shouting and celebrating, but we can’t hear anything. Can’t see anything. It’s just you and me, Debs. The world fading away. The promise of a new year. A fresh start. Ringing in the new year together, knowing we’re together and have forever.”

“Sounds pretty good to me,” Debbie murmured, licking her lips. “And then maybe, I sweep your hair to the side so I can whisper in your ear, slipping my hand inside your pants as you let out one of those little frustrated groans.”

“Yeah?”

“And then I go a step further and stick my hand inside your boxers and cup you, feeling how hot and wet you are for me.”

“What if I was planning on packing tonight, honey?” Lou smirked, her breath hitching as Debbie’s hand slipped inside her leather pants, playing with the elastic of her underwear now.

“Then I’d grab your strap, hard. Tugging it. Stroking it. Whisper in your ear, nice and sweet.”

“And tell me what, pretty girl?”

Debbie’s fingers dipped in between Lou’s folds, her lips falling a smirk as she felt how wet the blonde was getting from her words alone, determined to make it worse as she started to pump into her slowly, Lou letting out a soft hiss, her hips starting to roll towards her and the desk, subtle but desperate.

“I’d tell you to Fuck me,” Debbie whispered. “Would tell you I want your fingers teasing me. Want your tongue tasting me. Want your strap filling me up and Fucking me hard. Making me beg for you. Making me scream your name.”

“What else?” Lou gasped, Debbie’s rhythm starting to pick up the pace, Lou’s grinding growing more rapid, her nails digging into Debbie’s arms as the brunette crooned.

“I’d tell you how badly I want to ride your cock. How badly I want to make a mess all over you. And then I’d tell you that I wanted to have the chance to clean you up too.”

“You’re gonna suck me off, honey?” Lou asked, her voice strained, biting her lip to keep from crying out as Debbie added another finger.

“Yep,” Debbie smirked, popping the the word against her lips, knowing it would remind Lou of the way she released the strap from her mouth when she sucked it clean, the blonde letting out a deep groan. “Lap you up. Tug at you. Until you’re begging me to really touch you and let you come. But I’m not going to.”

“No?”

“I’m going to beg you. Plead you. Please, baby? Please Fuck me with your strap.”

“Fuck,” the blonde gasped, shaking against Debbie. “I think that can be arranged, honey.”

“Yeah?” Debbie smiled, looking up at the blonde innocently as she twisted her fingers inside her.

“Oh yeah, honey,” Lou smirked, pausing her thought for a moment as she shook, her hips rolling once more as she fell against the brunette, trying to catch her breath for a moment. “I’ll Fuck you into next year.”

[romiantic]

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❝ 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄? We’re so young, boy we ain’t got nothing to lose.” The R&B singer aloud on your living room TV, you sang along like you were at a concert performing with her. You’re not sure why but this song always brings a positive yet lovey-dovey feeling whenever it is played, but then again, it isn’t called “Kiss Me More” for a reason. Every time you sing this song, your mind goes straight to thinking of your handsome boyfriend Kazutora, just the thought of showering him with unlimited amounts of affection gives you this elated feeling, like a little girl with a school crush. This song always reminds you of how grateful you are to love and be loved by someone like Kazutora. He isn’t the best at love but the way he tries his best, every day at that, convinces you that he does love you covers that.

Currently the black/sandy blonde hair boy was doing some paperwork for the pet shop in the guest room. Giving blame to the song, you were definitely in need of a kiss from Kazutora but you didn’t want to disturb his peace, especially when it came to his job. Then again, one peck wouldn’t hurt him.

You left the TV on with music still playing yet turned down the volume a little bit. You took quiet steps to the room, making sure not to make a single peep, also being quiet as you twisted the knob. Entering inside, you saw the sight of your fine boyfriend with his typical look; hair tied up on a ponytail, lounge clothes on, and tapping his cheek with a pen. Even though it was an everyday look for him, just seeing him like this makes your heart louder and the lovey-mushy feeling that's swirling around your brain elevates to a higher volume. The demand of wanting to just sit on his lap and sprinkle the boy’s face with kisses was much higher.

You closed the door and approached the boy, still trying not to disturb his peace, and placed your chin on his shoulder. While there, you skimmed the messy pile of papers that laid out on his desk then looked over to Kazutora, who currently looked like he needed a break or two.

“What are you doing?” Asking him in a sing-songey tone and in a high-pitched voice.

“The shop recently got some new animals and Chifuyu left me to do all the legal signing. All this paper in front of me makes me feel like I’m popping a vein, no one told how stressful this legal shit is.”

“Someone should’ve told you when you were locked up.” You mumbled, though it was clear that you wanted him to hear it, just a joke, nothing serious. Of course, Kazutora heard and rolled his eyes at your slick comment, sarcastically replying, “Haha y/n, it’s too bad that I was busy fighting for my life in there and trying not to get stabbed by a damn chicken bone.”

You let a small snicker, “Not the chicken bone and not you trying to talk like me.”

Kazutora sucked his teeth at your repetitive response, “You always think someone is trying to be like you y/n.”

“Cause you are Kazu’,” you snaked your arms around his shoulder and moved a tad bit closer to his neck, giving him a small peck there and hoping he wouldn’t notice, “see how you sucked your teeth? Tryna be like me for real, it’s fine though, I don’t mind a y/n junior.”

He still noticed but didn’t think anything of it since you’re always trying to sneak a kiss or two, instead he continued on with his paperwork. “I think a Kazutora junior sounds better.” You scrunched your face, giving him a look that said, ‘fuck no’ to his idea

“One thing for sure and two things for certain, never in my life will I name my kid after their father, motherfuckers always end up looking like their damn father. Plus if he ends up like you, I already know I’m gonna get a headache.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“I’m talking about before jail you, ya know ‘gang gang’ Kazu.” You threw up fake gang signs and giggled at the way your boyfriend sighed from your goofy nature. “Did you come in here for something or you just wanted to argue about our future kid?”

“Can I do both?” You smiled brightly.

“Will you name our son after me?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then no.”

“Fuck you.” You removed your arms from Kazutora and pulled away from his body, leaving his desk with a fake mad face. Whilst, your boyfriend knew that you were putting up an act and grabbed you by your waist, pulling you back to him. You tried to continue the act and pretended to run away but gave up since you knew Kazutora wasn’t gonna let go till you gave up the act.

All too quickly you dropped it when he sat you on his lap and positioned his head into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses. Even though you dropped it, you kept a face and tried not to make a move, indicating that you were still “mad” and that the kisses weren't phasing you. Though, it didn’t help when his kisses started trailing upwards, leaving your neck and heading up to your chin. His lips felt warm against your brown skin, feeling soft when they brushed up and placed one kiss after another, either on the same exact spot or circling around.

Oh these moments, his sweet kisses that you always adored, his kisses that spoke for him, saying, “I love you and I know you love me.” Kisses that made it feel like he was your high school sweetheart, giving such a feeling that just resembled being at cloud nine. His hair tickling your cheek and his hands set on your stomach, giving small squeezes to your plushy body here and there.

From here, your body was starting to melt away, ready to give itself away and respond to Kazutora’s kisses. Kazutora knew that himself when you fleetly connected your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling at your demand finally being filled when Kazutora kissed you back. He pulled back and lightly laughed at your face giving a blissful look, eyes lit up and your mouth stretched a great smile.

“Happy now?”

“You knew I wanted kisses didn’t you?”

“The song might have given it away.”

“It’s catchy ain’t it?” You started humming the words and did a move or two. Kazutora gave a small smile and enjoyed the close contact of the two of you, realizing once again how much he loved and how much you loved me. Truly believed that nothing can separate the two of you, the love was too great and too strong.

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[rhysismydaddy]

Unholy Matrimony Pt. 1 (Nessian)

Nesta’s part of the Damnation Series.

OOF this took so long sorry. I rewrote it, changed it, then deleted it entirely about 9 times. I literally started writing the version before you, from scratch, on Sunday. All parts are linked below, so I’m only tagging people on this version! To go to the next chapter, there is also a link at the bottom <3

ALSO, an important caviat: Nesta is an only child in this one! I originally wrote it for her to be adopted and not know it, but it wasn’t really relevant to the story, so... idk. Just ignore that plot hole I guess.

Parts 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 -- pls like each part I’m insecure

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~Cassian~

“You’re getting married.”

The glass of bourbon halfway to my mouth pauses, because despite being known for being rash and unpredictable, even I’m surprised by the sudden change in conversation.

My eyebrows raise as I look over at Rhysand, my best friend and Capo, trying to figure out if this bastard is serious. His tone says he is, but that doesn’t make sense, because before a few seconds ago, the word “marriage” was in neither of our vocabularies.

He’s been single for as long as I have, although I’m starting to suspect he’s got a bird in the city. He’s too damn happy these days, and the other day I saw him laugh at something on his phone.

Which is weird, because we both know long-term commitments don’t really do well with our lifestyle.

We were raised to not give a shit about anything except the job. We kill without remorse, live in the shadows, and whatever other shitty euphemism you want to use. Settling down in some suburban, picket-fence prison has absolutely no appeal to Made Men.

Don’t get me wrong, most of us get married at some point. But never for love.

Some men choose a bride that’s pretty and sweet. Someone who will donate to charity and help clean up their image. Governors’ daughters, women from old-money families, and social princesses make up this category.

Some men marry to advance their station in the Family. Second sons who will never inherit the business marry daughters of Underbosses to get a nice boost to their status.

And then there’s the ones who are forced to marry by their capo--ie. me-- so they choose whatever attractive woman that’s in the Family and available. Those are always the happiest.

But regardless of the reasoning, marriage in the mafia is heartless, political, and for me, unnecessary.

I know I’ll have to pick someone eventually, but there aren’t a whole lot of desirable options at the moment. Not many of the other Underbosses have daughters that are over the age of fifteen right now, and I have no interest in doing the child-bride thing.

Plus, there’s no way I’d marry someone outside of the family. At my rank, it isn’t an option.

That leaves... a widow?

The only one I know is Ianthe, and considering I highly suspect she killed her last husband and the fact that she’s crazy, there’s no way in hell I’d legally bind myself to her for life.

So he must be joking.

I take a pull from my cigar and look over at Rhys with narrowed eyes. “Uh huh. Sure. To who, exactly?”

“Volchonok.”

The Wolf Cub.

The cigar snaps in my fingers.

“You’re fucking kidding,” I say, honestly hoping that’s the case. He’s either that or insane, and I’d hate to lock someone who’s like a brother to me in a padded room.

Rhysand’s unflinching gaze doesn’t change, but his tone morphs from that of my friend to my boss. “You will marry her, Cassian.”

“She’s a fucking Russian,” I spit, not understanding. That should be reason enough for him to be joking.

In our world, being Russian is a crime similar to stabbing the Pope.

We’ve been at war over New York with them ever since they decided to try and get a stronghold on the east coast, and I’ve killed more of them than I can fucking count. Now I’m marrying one?

“Yes, she is, and so is her father, Alexei Olov.” Aka the Bratva Boss responsible for blowing up half of St. Petersburg last year when the local police refused to buy his weapons. “You will marry her, move to New York full time, and run the city with her by your side.”

“Why? Two or three more years, and we’ll have the city anyway.” Every day the Russians get weaker, and I’ve been responsible for pushing them out of my city block by block.

So there has to be a reason we’re suddenly okay with the enemy.

Rhysand sighs. “It was his idea, not mine. Orlov has agreed to sell our coke in Moscow and Seattle instead of his usual dealer and will supply us all the weapons we need for five years. There will also be no more midnight raids, bullshit arrests on bullshit charges, or missing shipments. He’s offering you a dowry, too.”

I don’t need his money, but the old fashioned term makes me laugh.

“Yeah? And how much does he think his wolf cub is worth?”

His lips twitch. “Ten million.”

“She must be a real pain in the ass, then, if he’s going to pay me that much to take her,” I chuckle.

Not that ten million dollars is anything but pocket change for the man. Orlov may be losing the fight in New York, but the bastard is richer than sin. 

Selling arms to half of the entire world will do that to a person.

“I hear she’s beautiful,” he says, trying to tempt me to not fight him.

“Then you marry her,” I shoot back, not ready to give up the argument.

“I don’t feel like it.” Fucking typical. Rhysand sighs. “You and I both know we can work this deal to our advantage, so what will make you say yes?”

He could order to me to say yes and I’d have to, but he hates enforcing that kind of authority with me.

So I think it over, make a show of lighting a new cigar. “I want Sera.”

It’s a burlesque club in New York I’ve always been a little envious of, owned by Orlov and operated by his men. I’d tried to buy it a few years back but hadn’t had enough leverage on the Russian to strongarm him into selling.

Now I do.

Rhysand--the only one who knows about my failed attempt to buy the place--nods and tells me he’ll make it happen.

“When’s all this happening, anyway?”

He looks like he might laugh. “Wedding is in a month, but she’s flying in tomorrow night.”

A quick laugh forces its way out of me. Also typical of him to give me absolutely no time to change my mind.

Well, I have a month. That’s already longer than any relationship I’ve ever had. 

Sighing, I stand and shake his hand, cementing the deal before I can even lament the loss of my bachelorhood.

~Nesta~

“Chto sluchilos?”

I slide my gaze to my father, because seriously, that’s the stupidest fucking question I’ve ever heard. 

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Everything.

“Nichego,” I lie, assuring him for what feels like the tenth time as I look out the window. The plane picks up speed and lifts off, taking me towards an uncertain future, an uncertain place.

I might have told him nothing’s wrong, but inside, I’m screaming.

Three days ago, I woke up to find a marriage contract on the pillow beside me. There was a blank space where my name had been typed and a pen waiting for me to remedy that.

I still haven’t.

I’m not signing anything until I meet this... Cassian. 

God, what an Italian name.

An image springs to mind, one of a slumped-over, hairy-chest beast with slicked back hair and a gold chain. 

I know it’s stereotypical and hopefully incorrect, but I’ve never been to Italy and Alexei strictly forbids me watching movies that portray Italians as anything except revolting. 

But looks aside, there’s one thing I don’t need to guess to know. 

My future husband will be like all the other men in my life: controlling.

Men in the world I live in take what they want, don’t ask for permission, and feel like they’re entitled to anything and everything. I’ve dealt with it my entire life, so it’s more amusing than anything at this point.

I guess I’m a bit non-traditional in that sense, considering most of the women around me have no problems taking orders from their fathers or husbands. But Alexei and I figured out pretty early in life that wasn’t going to work for me.

As he frequently likes to tell me, I started telling him to fuck off when I was five.

What did he expect? All the kids I hung out with were the opposite sex and at least five years older than me, so my vocabulary and mannerisms became pretty... colorful early on.

Regardless, I’m just not looking forward to having to deal with yet another man who thinks he can control me.

“Ty vresh',” Alexei accuses, lips twitching. You’re lying. 

“Konechno.” Of course. 

Of course I’m upset, but I understand what’s happening. I might have found out about it three days ago, but I’ve known it was coming for far longer.

As the only child of the great Alexei Orlov, Wolf of Moscow and Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, I’ve been told my entire life that I will one day be used as a pawn to gain more power.

It would--should--piss me off, but I’ve also been told I’m to one day take my father’s place and run his company.

So by gaining more power for him, I’m also doing the same for myself.

Not that I really give a shit about that kind of thing. I started officially working for Alexei years ago, and I already have enough money saved to never have to work again. 

But in the Bratva, there’s no getting out. I was put in this world by birth, and the only thing that will take me out is death. 

In case it isn’t obvious, I’m not a typical business woman. 

My father is an arms-dealer. 

A less than legal one, if you believe the heinous lies the media spreads about him.

He sells weapons to governments, private armies, and whoever the fuck else has the money to buy. 

He’s also built himself a shipping empire to haul said weapons around the globe, runs the drugs and prostitute rings in Moscow, and has enough real estate to rival most small countries.

It probably sounds like I don’t care, and that’s because I don’t. 

I like what I do in the sense that I have a mind for business. I went to business school and graduated at the top of my class, and I enjoy running the clubs and hotels I have. Trained by Alexei himself, I’m ruthless in negotiations, enough so that people started calling me the Wolf Cub by the time I was twenty. 

But despite being good at it, I’m not particularly fond of the aspect most people think of when they picture my career in the Bratva. I detest drugs, have never hired a prostitute, and don’t really enjoy selling arms to bad people. 

The alleyway meetups, the broken bones and bullet holes, and the blown up houses are all a little tiring to me.

Sure, it sounds exciting. And for a while, it was. I used to lose myself in the chaos, used to enjoy coming home with busted knuckles. But I honestly just got tired of it.

Right now, I don’t have to deal with it as much because Alexei’s still alive. But when he dies and I officially take over the family business, I’ll have to be more involved. Even if the thought makes me want to sigh.

I pull out my laptop and look over the financial report for Sera, my newest club in New York. As predicted, everything’s running smoothly. 

I turn the laptop around to show my father, grinning when he pulls out his reading glasses and leans closer. 

“Starik,” I tease. Old man. 

He flicks my forehead, then reads the report and nods. Then he turns to his phone, probably playing Angry Birds or some shit, and leaves me to work.

The plane ride goes by quickly, and by the time we’ve landed in Chicago, I’ve gotten ahead on my schedule for next week, slept, and changed into what I’ve chosen as the “meeting my future husband” dress.

It’s simple and sleek, the black material clinging to my curves without being obscene. It’s long enough to hide the holster on my thigh, not that I feel in any danger with four personal guards stationed near me at all times.

My heels click as I make my way down the plane stairs and across the tarmac to the waiting sedan, and once my luggage and belongings are unloaded, we head to the Italian Capo’s house.

We’re meeting here, finalizing the contract, and then Cassian and I are flying to New York. 

My new home.

“Try to look happy,” Alexei tells me, his heavily accented English almost ridiculous to hear. He speaks English only when he’s in the states, and considering he hasn’t come here since I graduated B school two years ago, he’s a little out of practice.

“I’m ecstatic,” I say, intentionally using a word I know he doesn’t understand.

His eyes narrow, because it isn’t the first time I’ve used this trick, but he doesn’t call me out on it. We continue to ride in ecstatic silence, eventually pulling up in front of the Capo’s... house.

It’s almost obscene to call it that, considering it’s fucking huge. Like obnoxiously huge.

I heave a sigh, step out of the car, and take in my surroundings. The neighborhood’s quiet, likely filled with friends of the Cosa Nostra too scared to make any noise. 

A butler--seriously, a butler--opens the door and welcomes us inside, and as soon as I step in, I have to repress the urge to roll my eyes.

The amount of dirty money in the air is suffocating. It drips off the vaulted ceilings, down the artwork on the walls, across the marble floors. It’s in the little details of the crystal chandeliers and the mahogany staircase. 

Ridiculous.

One look at Alexei’s disgusted face says he’s thinking the same thing.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re rich. Grossly so. Alexei could have ten houses just like this, if he wanted them.

But he doesn’t. He owns property all over the world, but most of it is commercial or apartment complexes--property that makes him money, in other words. This, however, is a massive waste of capital. 

The butler leads us further through the house and into an office where four men wait. 

One is immediately identifiable as their lawyer, his over-priced cologne making me have to resist the urge to sneeze. The humongous man in the corner is hired muscle, if the boxy shape of the guns under his jacket is any indication.

The man behind the desk is obviously in charge, so I’m guessing he’s the Capo. Rhysand or Rhyland or something weird like that. He takes me in silently, bright eyes not seeming to miss any details. 

That leaves the man leaning against the desk to be Cassian Azara.

My fiancé. 

Our eyes meet, his golden gaze beautiful and wild, and I have to remember to keep my expression bored. 

Because the stereotype, the horrible image I’d conjured up in my mind, couldn’t be further from the truth.

For one, he isn’t hunched-over. He stands tall, leaning a hip against his Capo’s desk with obvious confidence. But I see more than just self-assuredness in his eyes. He seems a little too rough around the edges, wild gaze almost like he’s daring someone to swing at him. 

If the confidence didn’t already make him attractive, his looks sure as hell get the job done.

His hairs long and dark and curly, half of it pulled up in a rouge manner that clashes with the suit he’s filling. He has a few days’ stubble, too, like standing still long enough to shave just isn’t an option. 

His shoulders are impossibly wide, narrowing down to trim hips and legs long enough to make him tower over everyone in the room. 

His knuckles are tattooed and split open, and there’s a cut above his eyebrow that tells me I was correct to assume he’s a fighter by nature. 

Usually, that would be a deterrent for me, but there’s something about the way he’s dressed in a dark suit jacket and crisp white shirt while also looking so untamed that has me cocking my head to study him some more. 

He studies me, too, beautiful eyes taking in the long blonde hair and bright blue eyes offset by pale skin. He looks at the dress like he can see everything underneath, and I have the strangest urge to blush. Jesus, he’s toxic.

He’s attractive, is what I’m getting at.

Which is not what I had planned on, considering I’d been trying to think of a plan on how to not sleep with him, but suddenly that’s all my mind can focus on.

His lips twitch like he knows what I’m thinking, and I realize we’ve just been standing here staring at each other for a bit too long.

So I turn back to Alexei and shrug like I’ve seen what my future husband has to offer and aren’t impressed in the slightest. 

I toss the marriage contract on the desk, grab the Capo’s fancy little fountain pen out of his hand, and sign my name on the blank above my name. 

Cassian watches, but I ignore him entirely until the ink has dried. Then I look up at him through my lashes and wink, turn on my heel, and leave the room.

~Cassian~

I think I’m in love.

Fuck.

She hasn’t said a single goddamn word, but the way she looked at me has me feeling itchy all over, anticipation and nerves rolling through me. I feel like I feel before I fight or something exciting happens.

Like I’m primed and ready and need it to happen now. 

Nesta Orlov, my bride to be, is nothing like I expected. 

I was fully braced for some meek little woman, similar to most of my friends’ wives, to come in and smile and say hello. 

But nope. Nesta didn’t smile; she came in like she was walking onto a battlefield. 

And she didn’t smile. She looked me over, clinical blue gaze noticing too much, and left me feeling winded. God, she’s beautiful. Just looking at her made me hot.

She also didn’t say hello. 

Just signed the contract and left, like this was nothing more to her than a boring business deal. I mean, that’s what it is, but... I don’t know, I expected more of a reaction. 

I’ve heard from some Underbosses that their wives cried or raged when they were forced to sign, but shit if that were the case with Nesta. She honest to God looked like she didn’t care.

Alexei, on the other hand, does look a little pissed about the situation, but I couldn’t care less of the old man’s opinion. He’s signed the contract, so to me, he’s irrelevant. Regardless, he and Rhys proceed to iron out some of the details about the wedding and other shit I’m not paying attention to.

Then they shake hands, and the Russian warlord turns to leave. 

He reaches the door and looks over his shoulder at me, and there’s amusement in his cold gaze as he mutters, “Udachi.” Good luck. 

As soon as he’s gone, Roman and the lawyer follow, leaving me alone with Rhys. 

He slides the contract to me, and I sign my name next to hers, making this shit official. 

“This should be interesting,” he comments, vague as usual. 

I sigh, because I have a feeling interesting isn’t going to cover it. 

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[ ▲— ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʜᴀᴠᴇ the ability to cut him open and bleed him dry is nothing new. That something as simple as a sentence can trigger all those things he does not want to feel is a well know fact. However, he would never have expected it to come from him. At first, there’s silence. As the minor shock settles into his system, slips into the cracks and crevices of the blackness that is his existence: enhances the bits and pieces of the anxiety that has been tainted, twisted into hatred and anger. The very core of who he has become. Part of him knows he should have waited for such a question (at least something of the like) given the other’s profession. But still, he had been naïve enough to hope it would not be brought up. And now when it is out there, when his mouth feels dry as the answer dies upon the tip of his tongue, his default defence kicks in with full force.

The parts of him that had been lain out as an open book for Hyunshik to read are abruptly shut — the pages of his story locked away within less than two seconds. A bridge, burned with such a simply expressed inquiry.

Dark hues come to a close, the grin settling upon pale lips cold and bitter before words escape him, each one dripping with anger-induced poison. ❝  Don’t you think it’s ironic that you’re asking questions you have no proper grounds for? Because really, Hyunshik, what do you know about me and my past?  ❞ He inquires, tone cold; as if every lingering emotion has been momentarily shut off. ❝ You don’t know who I really am or where I come from, you know the things I want you to know and that’s nowhere near close enough for this kind of shit. Don’t pull your shrink tricks on me. ❞ He almost sounds eerily calm, though the chill that has embedded his demeanor with ice is more than obvious.

❝  How about we let this conversation trickle off into nothing before it gets unpleasant? Or would you prefer me to bring you down the way i bring everyone else down? By pointing out every single flaw I can see with my own two eyes? Because you know, that’s really really easy. You’re not the only one who watches your surroundings with an analytical twist. Oh no. But really, the choice is yours. Why? because I am fucking considerate enough not to want to rip your throat out. Hat it been anyone else… well it’s pretty obvious. I’ll interpret this as a mistake, not the crossing of a line. But only if you promise to keep your analytical shrink bullshit to yourself form now on. I don’t want your comments, not your help. I’m who I am and that’s that. Let it be or go the fuck away. ❞

HYUNSHIK sits there as he listens, his face free of emotions; he is not cold, nor is he distant, he simply is, while he lets Noah talk. His words from a few heartbeats back had been truly honest, they resembled things he has been able to read off of his immortal friend with surprise ease. But of course his words do hold a purpose, he does not say such dangerous words without a care in the world -- oh no, definitely not. 

CURIOSITY is what drives him forwards, makes him push even those whom he deems close, towards edges of deep, mental canyons. And with Noah, there are even more things he wants to uncover; the differences between humans and those, whose hearts have stopped beating. At first, when his friend has originally told about his immorality, Hyunshik had assumed they would not be affected by emotions such as humans do. But along their friendship, he has been able to realise that the assumption is far from  the truth; that emotions withinv vampires are more related to a switch, rather than simply black and white -- every emotion or no emotion. This is why he is curious if simple words could trigger something within Noah; an emotion so strong it has him snap a little. It is not as if he sees the other as a plaything or a guinea-pig; no, he is a friend before anything else. But like said, Hyunshik is a curious person, and the want to see if his conclusions are correct is strong. So he does not rush to excuse himself, apologise or explain his sudden words.

HIS fingers linger by the cup of tea he has settled in front of him on the table, his unreadable gaze not leaving Noah as he follows the reaction he is receiving.  Eventually he shifts a little, like a statue that has come to life, a small frown settling upon his face. “No proper ground for?” he repeats the older one’s words; the tone of his voice cleared from all the possible emotions, reduced to just a sound. “I made no specified accusations or assumed incidents from your past. My words fit almost every person in the world, it was your own mind that found what it wanted from them.” He brings the cup to his lips, taking a small sip before setting it back to the table; taking his times, without a rush. He does not feel threatened by Noah words, he knows he would be dead already, had the vampire truly wanted to end his life. He has trust on his friend, dead or alive. “I never promise anything, Noah. You know that.” He licks his lips some. “Nevertheless, your reaction has told more than one could hope for.”

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The Bookkeeper - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Wuthering Heights 

pairings: logan/patton (logicality), roman/virgil (prinxiety) words: 3216 chapter warnings: mild swearing, mild existentialism chapter summary: once upon a time...

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“I know a lot of kids who’ve endured Civil wars and famines These kids are wise  Aware  And they’re searching for a little beauty in the world Because life without beauty is unbearable”

                                   – Jordan Tannahill, Concord Floral

 ~*~

Imagine for a moment, the process of a songwriter. One picks a key, uses the notes within the key, and tinkers with the piece until it sounds pleasing, familiar; until it sounds like anything. 

All art is, to some extent then, structured and formulaic. So if that is the case, is there any ‘magic’ in art’s rigid form? In practice, art disrupts the very foundation of its being; creating something out of nothing. Hence, is there any true value—under the nihilistic impression that life bears no meaning—in pursuing art if it, at its core, has no purpose? Where could one derive significance from the way notes scatter on the staff, when it holds no initial meanin–

Logan Fray cursed as he slammed his pen into the counter. He gripped onto the surface of the paper he was writing on, crumpled it, and squeezed it out of the spiral binding of his notebook. Without looking up, he hurled it towards the garbage can to his left. He heard the soft sound of it hitting the metal rim and sighed, flicking his wrist without much thought.

A small spiral of shimmering navy dust shot out of his index finger and caught the balled-up paper before it could fall. He glanced over to his left, realization clicking in his head. Logan sighed and, annoyed, steadily moved his finger across his line of sigh. The crumpled piece of paper followed suit until it hovered over the garbage can. 

Logan narrowed his eyes at his magic. The blue coated the creased edges of the balled-up paper, as if contemplating the survival of this draft and its feeble grasp on the edge of the tin-can cliff. 

“Oh isn’t this quite the show!” 

The loud, triumphant voice behind him jolted Logan forward. He lost concentration on his spell and the paper dropped helplessly into the bin. 

Logan pushed his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“Christ, Roman…” 

“Sorry, sorry! Didn’t want to disturb the almighty Wizard Fray and the extraordinary use of his powers! Fray and Far Fables is in for a treat today, fellas!” 

Logan rolled his eyes, spinning around in his chair and watching as the small, fairy-like form of Roman floated in front of shelves. Roman’s red magic formed some sort of feather duster.

“Anyway, don’t mind me! I don’t mean to be a heckler — just doing some spring cleaning!” He exaggerated a flick of the magical duster against a book.

“You don’t have to dust the spines of books, Roman,” Logan drawled. “It is illogical. With your magical wards, nothing here collects dust. And even if it did, your size and your...general aura deems you an ineffective housekeeper.” 

Roman gasped, twirling around in the air to float over to Logan’s face. He hovered in front of his nose with his hands on his hips. 

“I will pretend you did not just hurt my feelings just then!” Roman smiled smugly as he dusted Logan’s nose. Powder puffs of his red magic fogged Logan’s vision. “I will instead pretend you said ‘thank you, Roman, oh dashing bookkeeper!’”

“A happier reality, I’m sure,” Logan huffed, rubbing his nose and holding back a sneeze. Roman floated back to the shelves.

“Besides, someone has to tend to the nooks,” Roman hummed pointedly, landing on the edge of the shelves and leaning against one of the book spines. “Each one is a ghost town at this point.” 

“They were always ghost towns,” Logan gritted out, annoyance growing. “There’s nothing in there.” 

“Yeah yeah.” Roman stuck out his tongue. “ ‘Art has no meaning in a meaningless life’ or whatever, which means there’s nothing in art and there’s nothing in books, yada yada yada – you keep telling yourself that, Specs.” 

“I am not the only one saying that. If you read Virgil Aries’ work on nihilism and its implications on art as a sort of void—” 

“Yawn, Logan,” Roman groaned, “uber yawn. I’m not going to read some sad philosopher’s existential crisis.” 

“Virgil Aries was not sad, he was brilliant–” 

“I’m sure he was.”

Logan sighed, standing up and sweeping the books off the counter and into his arms. He walked around the counter and across the store, placing the books back on the other shelves. Roman flew closely behind him.

“It is nice to see you using your magic again, even in pitiful displays." Roman nonchalantly tilted his head up. "Almost thought you forgot how to.”  

“It was just an impulse, Roman,” Logan muttered, letting Roman dust the floor of the shelves before sliding the books into their proper place. “I was deep in thought and wasn't thinking I will not make a habit out of it.” 

“Ugh, when will you understand that I want you to make a habit out of it– I want to have cool magic duels with you!” 

“More the reason why we don’t need these ‘pitiful’ displays of magic. First of all, I’m not even supposed to be using my magic while we’re open. What if someone walked in? What would you say to them then, hm?”

“ ‘Hey, do you want to see the coolest thing in your flimsy, mortal life?’ ”  

Logan rolled his eyes. “ ‘Cool’ is not how I would describe it.” 

“Ouch!” Roman turned his red feather duster into a small, sparkly sword. He dramatically stabbed it into his chest, bits of his red magic exploding in a small puff around him. The sword dissipated upon contact. “What is up with your...your spiciness today?” 

Logan slid the last book into the shelf and leaned against it.

“I’m just stuck on this speech again .”

Roman deflated. “Oh, here we go…”

“I just don’t understand what my problem is. I have all my research in place, I know what I want to say about art, I know what I want to do, but nothing I write has any substance! None of it makes sense. I can’t answer the fundamental question of my own damn argument.” 

“Which is…?” 

“ Why, ” Logan hissed, running both hands through his hair. “Why do people pursue such meaningless tactics of escapism if– if they’re escaping from nothing. That, in turn, makes art nothing. Right?” 

“I don't know, Lo. Maybe that actually means it’s not entirely meaningless then,” Roman hummed idly. 

Logan glowered at Roman, whose face was plastered with a shit-eating grin.

“I just need to get this speech done,” Logan stiltedly said, evening his breath. “If I get any of it done by the end of the month, I can be reassured that I won’t make a complete fool of myself at the university conference.”

“It’s a convention of sad, young nihilists with student debt. Everyone there is a fool.” 

Before Logan could respond, the bells above the front door echoed across the shop. Roman and Logan exchanged frantic looks. Shit. Logan didn’t even realize what time it was.

“Book nook. Now,” he hissed. Luckily, Roman already beat him to it. Roman pressed his hand onto the spine of a nearby book on the shelf. His red magic spread across the surface until his hand could go through the spine. Then, with a small yelp, Roman tumbled into the book and disappeared from Logan’s view. 

“Logan! Hi!” a peppy voice rang out at the same time. Logan spun around on his heel to face the front door and forced a smile. 

“Salutations, Patton,” Logan replied, awkwardly leaning against the shelves. He snuck cautious glances to the book Roman had hid himself in, making sure he was completely out of sight.

“I’m here for a book!” Patton chirped, tipping his hat at Logan. He looked up at the shelves around Logan with a smile. “And I have a feeling you have just the one for me!”

“You come here every week, Patton. You do not have to repeat the same thing, I know what you are here for.” Logan, despite everything that was occurring, found himself smiling warmly at Patton. “Please roam around as you see fit.” 

“I shall!” Patton said, moving past Logan and starting on the opposite end of the shelves Logan was leaning against. Logan’s eyes widened. 

“Um, did you end up finishing the book you bought last week? The one by Elizabeth Gilbert?” Logan blurted out as he moved closer to Patton, his back covering the book he knew Roman was hiding in. Patton looked up at him and smiled.

“Oh! Yes, The Signature of All Things, right? I really enjoyed it! I can’t believe you made me enjoy historical fiction — I’d usually fall asleep a few pages in, but Alma’s life is just so interesting!”

Logan nodded tensely as Patton moved closer to him. He pressed his back against the shelves as if that could further hide Roman. “Truly.”

“And I actually brought you a painting!”

“Oh?”  

“Yeah!” Patton fished through his messenger bag, his hat nearly slipping as his head tilted down to find it. Logan could hear a small thump! muffled behind his back. Logan winced. He hadn’t even considered the conditions of the book nook. While he knew none of them could ever hurt anyone—especially Roman—he definitely knew some were not ideal. 

He tried to quietly grab the book Roman had escaped in, slowly turning around to take it off the shelves while Patton wasn’t looking. 

“Here it is!” Patton exclaimed loudly, animatedly pulling out a rolled piece of paper. Logan jumped at the abrupt action, ducking to the side to avoid getting hit by Patton’s arm. “The book took me longer to read– I didn’t even think I’d finish it within a week– so sorry that the painting is a bit crude!” 

“That is quite alright, Patton,” Logan said, adjusting his tie. “It is a gift that you do not have to keep giving yet...you do. So I appreciate the painting regardless.”

“Of course! Take a look and tell me how you like it!” 

Logan took the paper out of Patton’s hand and unrolled it. 

Sprawled across sketchbook paper was splashes of watercolour making up an array of botanical illustrations. The flowers and plants overlapped each other on the old-yellowed background in a way that didn’t seem too suffocated; each plant had space to breathe. Thin, cursive descriptions sprawled across their stems. It almost felt like a map of some sorts, navigating through each individual aspect of a garden.

“It’s a bit reminiscent of my collagist days,” Patton said with a small giggle. “But I like it! I actually drew a lot of inspiration from the cool sketches of all the plants scattered throughout the book. 

“Evidently,” Logan hummed, smiling at the painting. He looked up at Patton. “It is very nice, Patton. You capture the book’s essence very well here.” 

“Oh, well I know how you feel about the art stuff– but thank you for humouring me, Lo!” Patton giggled. Logan’s smile faltered, but he fought to keep it upright. 

Logan kept observing the painting, idly walking away from the shelf, as if mesmerized by Patton’s work. 

“Ooh, this book looks interesting!” 

Patton’s voice suddenly snapped Logan out of his daze. Roman. 

Logan turned around to see Patton standing in front of the book Roman was in. Instinctually, he shot a small burst of magic at the display table behind Patton, sending books tumbling to the floor with a loud thud!

“Oh!” Patton whirled around at the noise. He gave Logan a sheepish grin. “I must’ve bumped into the table or something! Sorry ‘bout that!” 

“No worries,” Logan said with a tight smile. Patton crouched down to start picking up the books as Logan tucked the painting under his arm, quickly moving to the book Roman was hiding in. He pulled the book out slightly. 

“Roman,” he hissed as quietly as he could. “Get out of there.” 

Almost immediately, Roman hopped out of the book, all his clothes dripping wet. 

“An unfortunate choice,” Roman muttered, shivering. Logan shook his head. 

“You can clean yourself upstairs, just go now– ” 

“There you go!” Patton announced, standing back up in a swift motion that knocked his hat off his head.

Logan watched as Roman, clearly panicked, jumped into the back cover of the book and flattened himself onto its surface. Logan, startled, pulled the book off the shelf and pressed it to his chest, attempting to cover the new picture of Roman on the back cover. 

“Everything’s in its place!” Patton continued, brushing off his hands. His stare flitted over to the book in Logan’s arms. “Oh! That’s the book I was looking at! Do you mind– ?” 

“N-No!” Logan blurted out. Patton frowned at him, and Logan squeezed his eyes shut, clearing his throat. 

“I...I mean, no problem. That would be...no problem at all.” 

“Cool!” 

Patton took the book from Logan, who kept his eyes glued to the frantic 2D-Roman next to the book synopsis. 

“Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë,” Patton read aloud. “Huh! Sounds interesting.” 

“Y-Yes!” Logan slowly reached to grab the book back. “How about I get a bag for y–” 

“Let’s see what this is about!” 

Logan paled as Patton turned the book around, almost in bullet-time. Logan caught a glimpse of Roman’s eyes widening and, horrified, watched as Roman slid his flattened form into the spine of the book, becoming squished within its confines.  

“ ‘The wild, passionate story of intense and almost demonic love between Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff’,” Patton continued to read. “ ‘Brontë captures the evocative, conflicted interplay of nature and culture in her’– wow, ‘masterpiece of English literature’!” 

Patton playfully tossed the book in the air, catching it by its spine. “Sounds like I found a winner!” 

Logan yelped, snatching the book back from Patton, who tilted his head to the side. Logan broke into a sheepish smile. 

“Er, let me check you out!” 

Patton winked. “If you insist!” 

Logan flushed red, hurrying to the cash register. He crouched down behind the counter, lowering the book out of sight and disguising his attempts of freeing Roman as him grabbing a bag for Patton. 

Logan knocked firmly on the spine, sending Roman disappearing through it and into the book. He then opened the book and Roman emerged with a gasp, as if he was swimming in the pages.

“Good Fantasy- Gucci–”

“Shh!” 

“What was that?” Patton asked from above. Logan’s eyes widened as he stuffed Roman in his pocket, despite muffled protests. 

Logan shot back up with a small paper bag and a forced grin. 

“Shhhh-ure is a great day to buy a book!” An unnatural laugh escaped his lips. “That...that is what I said, heh.” 

“Ah, it is!” Patton slid a few bills across the counter and brought the bag to his chest in exchange. “I’m excited for the new book! Sounds good for a rainy day.” 

Logan tensely nodded, feeling his pocket slowly dampen. “Mhm.” 

Patton’s stare floated over to Logan’s open notebook, his smile faltering. 

“Still stuck on your speech, it seems?”

Logan blinked, following Patton’s gaze and sighing. “It appears so, hm?” 

Patton nodded slowly. 

“I know you explained it to me once, but I still don’t really understand your plan for the speech. Wasn’t the prompt supposed to be ‘finding the meaning of art’?” Patton’s stare flitted towards the shelves behind the counter with all of Logan’s various philosophy and aesthetic texts. “Yet you’re tackling what seems to be the opposite and...and I admittedly don’t get it. Just ‘cause it’s for a bunch of art students doesn’t mean it has to be all deep and dreary, heh.” 

Logan shrugged helplessly.

“I just need something new to say,” he mumbled. “You can’t understand art’s meaning without understanding the implied lack thereof.”

“So you’re stuck in the lack thereof?” 

Logan looked up at Patton and frowned at his slightly-amused smile. 

“It’s a lot more complex than that.” 

“Uh-huh.” Patton’s smile felt filled with pity, or perhaps sympathy. “Maybe the solution– just a suggestion– is to go outside? Touch the grass? Find meaning in the world rather than bury your nose in a book?” 

“Ironic,” Logan scoffed, though regretted it instantly. Patton, however, just laughed. 

“Touché.” Patton shrugged. As he was about to leave, he turned his head over his shoulder. “And hey, I’m sorry that I keep pestering you about the speech, heh. It’s just…” 

Patton lowered his gaze, shifting on his heels. In an uncharacteristically hushed tone, he said, “I care about you, Lo. More than you think. I would hate to see you unravel yourself in trying to find the answers and...well, I fear that you already have.” 

“That’s impossible,” Logan mumbled, though averted his gaze from Patton. “If I were to unravel, it would be because the answers ended up in me, in which case I would need to access them." Logan tugged his collar awkwardly. "But...but they are not.” 

Patton rose an eyebrow. "Maybe we both need to get out there then.” 

“ ‘There’? As in...the world?” 

Patton grinned, holding his new book close to his chest. “And all the other ones too.” 

The door closed swiftly, bells chiming in Logan’s ears. Logan heaved a deep sigh of relief as Roman floated out of his pocket, arms-crossed, unamused. 

“We have to be more careful,” Logan muttered. “Who knows what would happen if he figured out about you, about the book nooks, about me… ” 

“Come on, Lo. It’s Patton , we’re talking about.”

“Still.” Logan grimaced at the thought. “He could see everything in the wrong way and I would prefer to keep some things normal around here.”

Roman just nodded, shaking off like a dog. Small drops of water splashed against Logan’s cheek. 

“Soooo….that Patton sure is a character, hm?” Roman eventually asked, looking at Logan coyly. Logan felt his cheeks heat up. 

“That is what you want to focus on?”

“I just think he has a lot to teach you. And it seems as though your heart is telling you the same.” Roman winked. “Maybe it’s time for you to listen.” 

Before Logan could rebuttal, Roman flew up the stairs to clean himself off. Logan shook his head, walking over to the door to close up early. On his way, he nearly slid on something on the floor. He frowned, picking the item in question up. 

Patton’s hat. He must’ve forgotten about it.

Logan stared at the hat for a few seconds. He held it up and then, without really thinking, held it to his chest. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and then opened them to see a blurry view of the world outside his shop doors. 

‘What does it all mean?’ 

Logan sighed, shaking his head as he flipped the door sign to ‘closed’. He stalked back to the counter, sitting back in his chair and tossing the hat to the side. With a flick of his wrist, a small stream of magic shot out of his index finger and landed on a book behind him, lifting it off the shelves. 

He continued to levitate books without turning back, and Logan began to write once more.

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(requested by anonymous)

“Hey, Texas. Long time no see.” Bison greeted the Lupo as she joined the rest of Penguin Logistics at lunch for the first time in a while. “Just get back from a mission?”

“Yeah. I’m beat.” She certainly looked it - hair messed up, one of her sleeves torn at the cuff, eyes ever-so-slightly glazed over.

Exusiai, who was sitting in the seat to her right, sniffed her shirt. “Yep, coffee and nicotine are all that’s keeping her awake right now.”

“Really?” An ominous voice from behind them. “So she’s already close to breaking down?”

“Not the time, Lapp’n,” Croissant advised her, waving a drumstick in her direction.

Their marksman nodded. “Yeah, come find her when she’s awake enough to give you the time of day.”

“It’s fine,” Texas managed, waving them off. “I can deal with Lapdog myself.”

“...‘Lapdog?’” Sora asked, an eye slightly twitching as her idol persona reined in a massive amount of sudden adrenaline.

The white-haired Lupo froze. “She said it.”

“Wait, is that what you think of her?” Bison chuckled. “Oh, man, Mostima would’ve loved to see this-”

“And whose fault is it she isn’t here, again?” The Sankta shot back.

The Forte raised his hands. “Hey, she’s always been a roamer. Didn’t realize she couldn’t take a break-up from the other side.”

“‘Sides, work’d out just fine fer us,” the other Forte added, “so lay off.”

“‘Lapdog?!’ Why don’t I have a cool nickname like that?! You don’t even like her!” The idol was out of her chair and had in fact picked it up to brandish it as a weapon.

Lappland smirked as she grabbed one from the empty table behind her to match her opponent. “I’ve been dancing a lot longer than you, princess. Try to keep up.”

“...Fuck.” Texas slumped backward, her head catching against the other Lupo’s chest and rendering her virtually immobile - giving Sora the one shot she needed to knock her out.

Things went haywire quickly. Bison tried to step in, only to get swung at in turn, which encouraged Croissant to step in too, only to get fired at by Exusiai and her Emperor-inspired rubber band gun (which RI had no issue with her carrying around despite its pretty extensive laws on loaded firearms); that rubber band hit Beagle in the back of the head, so Kroos fired back with a precisely-aimed scoop of mashed potatoes, which the Sankta dodged...meaning it hit Cliffheart; Courier leapt to his feet to defend his lady’s armor and charged that table, followed closely by Matterhorn and SilverAsh wielding lunch trays and plastic cutlery (not that that would diminish the power of the True Silver Slash); that meant they had to pass the PL table, though, which led to more crossfire…Within a few minutes, it was a full-fledged lunchroom brawl, with the primary instigators unconscious on the floor, one Lupo’s head resting comfortably on the other’s chest with a smile.

It was enough that the Doctor had to come in from his office, pull the fire alarm (triggering the sprinklers), and, brandishing Cuora’s baseball bat, direct them all to the giant-ass conference room they had for company meetings. A few hours of accusations and therapeutic confrontations later, it was discovered that Lappland and Texas were still on the floor in the lunchroom - or at least, they were as far as anyone knew - and they were the instigators. Looking for them, however, didn’t turn up with any results, meaning their punishment would have to be postponed. Not that that meant they weren’t facing the consequences, just, well, in their own way.

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“Ugh...Where’d everybody go?” Lappland, about an hour after the room had been cleared out, woke up with a sore jaw, in a puddle of spilt condiments, with Texas’ head sandwiched between her boo- “Hey, Tex, wake up.”

Nothing.

“Still sleeping, huh? Guess they did say you were tired earlier...C’mon, let’s get out of here.” She sat up, taking the other Lupo with her, before picking both of them off the ground and carrying off her counterpart to her room.

“Mmm...heh...no, don’t...” The Vanguard muttered nonsense in her escort’s ear. “What are you doing...with that pen?...Not here...”

Lappy sighed, shaking her head as she unlocked the door to her apartment with a percussion key - aka, kicking it open. Not like she ever locked it; hell, she welcomed the chance to fight a thief. Once she had Texas on her couch, however, she did just that. “Alright, let’s take an inventory. I’ll start with myself, since you waking up half-naked on my couch won’t do me any good until I can explain what happened...Whatever that was. Jaw’s not cracked, but sore, and I’m missing a tooth; my jacket is ruined for the third time this week; I broke the stitches under my left eye; and you called me Lapdog...for the first time since-”

“Where…?!” Tex’s eyes opened and immediately shot to her nemesis. “Why am I here?”

“Cafeteria was cleared out, and I figured we’d have a talk when you woke up. Wanna take a shower?” The Lupo used a hand to gesture to Texas’ clothes, which were a mess as well.

The transporter looked down at herself, felt like she was already starting to get sticky, remembered what had probably led to all this, and sighed. “Yeah, a shower would be nice.”

“Cool. I’m gonna heat up some soup, since that brawl ruined my lunch.” As she went to do that, however, Tex didn’t move. “Shower’s back there. I can help you find some clothes or something-”

“You don’t want to share?”

...The Guard blinked. “What?”

“What?” Texas shrugged. “You need to clean up, too, and it’s not like we haven’t seen it all before.”

“That was before...fuck it, you know I can’t say no to an offer like that.” Her pants were already off.

She nodded before walking towards the back, balling up her garments as she methodically removed them mid-step. “Good. We can talk with the water running.”

“Sure.” A couple of minutes later, the two of them leaning on opposite walls of the steamy glass-doored shower, they did just that. “Any idea what happened?”

“Sora gets a little possessive. Not that I’m hers to begin with,” the Vanguard replied, shaking her head.

Lappland reached for her soap and loofah. “Yeah, my front teeth caught onto that about her pretty quickly. Before that, though, you called me ‘Lapdog.’”

“So that wasn’t just a dream, then.” Texas sighed. “Mind if I wash your back?”

“You’re not planning on stabbing it, are you?”

The Vanguard crossed her fingers. “No promises.”

“Good.” She tossed her the loofah and turned around to give her access. “So, ‘Lapdog?’ You haven’t called me that to my face in years.”

“I’ve had a rough couple of days on the road. That’s what messed me up...but you never stopped being Lapdog. I tried to get rid of my past, but you followed me like a lost puppy. How can I call you something else when your codename is a twist on my nickname?” By this point, the loofah was being put to good use.

The other Lupo sighed - less from the response and more from the feeling of Tex’s hands on her back. “I didn’t think you’d notice...Still want me to change?”

“You want the old me back,” she replied, “and I want the old you back.”

“Heh. Wasn’t expecting that.” Seriously, how could she? The old her, the pre-Infected her who wanted something more than blood on her hands, was long gone by now-

-but that didn’t stop Texas from hugging her from behind. “I miss you.”

“...I miss us both.” Lappland reached behind her. “Wanna switch?”

“What’s wrong with where we are right now?” The transporter replied.

The Guard chuckled. “At least let me look at you. Haven’t been this close in ages.”

“Fine. Turn around.” Tex let go just long enough for her to do that, only to squeeze her even closer. “This is better.”

“What’d I tell you?...Ya know, I think I’ve got a compromise.”

She took a step back, putting them both under the showerhead. “What’s that?”

“We get back together,” Lapdog replied, “and we don’t try and change each other.”

“You think I’ll go back to my old ways fast enough?” Texas asked her, head on the other Lupo’s shoulder.

Lappland kissed her collarbone. “Either that, or I won��t care as much about that. No matter what happened to me, you never stopped being Texas after all, so maybe-”

“Deal.” Tex felt her leg give a bit, so she leaned back against the shower wall, managing to find purchase. “I’m so tired, Lapdog.”

“Yeah, no shit. We’re still the same size, I bet, so if you wanna borrow some clothes and crash here tonight-”

Thoroughly out of energy for words, the transporter replied with action, and suddenly the water wasn’t the only reason there was steam...

[notyetneedcoffee]

Pls pls can you write a pt. 2 for Overheard, like the morning after ?? That story was amazing!

Okay! Here you go!

Overheard - The “Morning” After

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Shower Smut, Fluff

The growl of a stomach made you giggle. Sill, you buried your head further under the covers. You did not want to face today. Time could just stop, right here, right now.

Steve’s warm body curled around yours. He tugged at the covers. You pulled them back up. Laughing, he tried again. This time you shimmied down, hiding your face in his chest. “Wake up. I’m hungry.”

“No.” You mumbled. “I’m comfortable. You’re warm.”

“But I’m hungry.” Steve pulled the covers free and threw them to the bottom of the bed.

“But I don’t want to go out there.” You whined, rolling over and putting the pillow over your head.

His laugh as he trailed his strong hand over your back and down your ass nearly made you forget your resolve. “What? Are you embarrassed of being with me?”

“No,” you spoke into the mattress. “But I was drunk as shit last night. It’ll be a total walk of shame.”

“A what?” He chuckled, pulling the pillow away.

“I only have the same clothes from last night. The girls will KNOW.”

“I know.” His blue eyes lit up. “I can’t wait.”

Your mouth fell open. “What?”

“Come on,” He jumped up and lifted you in his arms. “We need a shower.”

You stood under the hot water trying to run your fingers through your tangled hair. Already clean and just standing close, hands on your hips, Steve looked down at you with a silly grin.

"What?" You laughed, then pulled a face when your knotted hair got caught in your fingers.

"I'm going to have to get conditioner, 'cause creating all those tangles was way too much fun." He pulled you a little closer, his arousal stirring.  

Placing both hands on his chest, you stopped him. "Hey, you were hungry."

"In more ways than one." His ran wet, open mouth kisses on your neck.

"I need to get back to my place." You couldn't help the sigh, it felt so good. But damn, you'd already spent the better part of the day in bed. "And if I wait much longer it will be dinner time and everyone will be out there."

"I know." His hands grabbed your ass and pulled you flush against him. He sucked on your bottom lip before crushing his mouth to yours in a heated kiss. A playful battle of tongues and teeth, Steve turned you against the tile wall and lifted you until your legs wrapped around his waist. His large hands cupped your ass.  

You nipped your way along his jaw to his ear. His right hand slipped between you, fingers slipping in your wet cunt. Moaning into his ear, “Fuck, you’re insatiable.”  

He chuckled. “Months of suppressed want with do that to a man.”  His fingers rubbed against your g spot, making you shudder. His look turned to one of reverence. “You are so beautiful.”

“Steve,” You held on to his shoulders. His cock slipped into your wet heat. “Oh, yes. You feel so good.”

Hard tile at your back, Steve’s strong body pressed against you, into you. Holding onto him, you gave yourself over to the sensations, the feelings. Lazily, drowning in your heat, nibbling at your flesh, he too just lost himself to the moment. Wonderful tension built low, mixing with the heat of the shower, of Steve. A flush spread, slow and thick, engulfing you in honeyed bliss.  

Steve felt your body quiver, buried himself harder in your soaking, clenching core. His forehead pressed into your temple, “Fuck, yes, Sweetheart.”

His rhythm skipped, hips jerked, as he pushed hard and deep into you, emptying himself.  His lips ghosted over your ear, breathing heavy. Slipping out of you with a groan, he gently set you on your feet. Still, he didn’t let you go. Steve’s arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close.  

Relaxed and pliant, you laid you head against his shoulder. He turned you under the water again. With gentle hands, Steve washed you both before turning the water off and reaching for the towels. As you both dried off. He kept stealing kisses. The goofy grin returning.  

“What?” You finally laughed as you toweled your hair.

“Nothing.” Steve’s smile got bigger. You shot him a look. “What? I can’t be happy?”

“Yes.” You laughed. “I’m happy too. But you’re looking maniacal.”  

“Come on!” He laughed. “I am not.”

He was slipping on his clothes, when he stopped. “Do you want to just borrow some sweats?”

You considered. It would be better than putting on yesterday’s clothes. Fuck. There was no hiding the fact that you spent the night, and all day, in Steve’s room. Best to just fully embrace it, you figured. Steve probably wouldn’t let it happen any other way.  

“Yeah,” You nodded. “Okay.”

He beamed as he pulled out a pair of dark gray sweat pants. You slipped them on. They hugged your hips and ass tighter than they did on him, and were way too long, but were actually pretty comfortable.  

“You’re going to drive me nuts know you’re not wearing any underwear.” Steve growled, capturing your lips.  

“I’ll let you in on a secret.” You grinned back. “I don’t usually wear underwear when I’m lounging around in sweats.”  

He kissed you again. Holding out a tee shirt and a white tank top, he asked, “Which one?”

You snagged the tank, giggling at his pout when you put your bra on. “Do you have a pen or a pencil I could borrow?” Confused, he fetched you a pencil. When you twisted up your wet hair and secured it with the pencil, Steve took the opportunity to kiss the back of your neck.  

“Can we go eat now? I’m starved.” He pulled at your hand. With a heavy sigh you nodded and followed.  

Voices and clattering dishes reached you before you saw who occupied the communal kitchen. Steve squeezed your hand, his smile as wide as you’d ever seen it. Oh, shit. This was going to be interesting.  

“Bucky, if you steal one more piece of avocado I’m going to stab you with this.” Natasha threated.  

“I like them.”  

“We’re almost done.” Clint responded. “There’s plenty taco fixings for everyone.”

“You sure.” Steve said as he came in to the kitchen with you. “I’m pretty hungry.”

The whole group gathered around the counter where a big taco bar had been set up for everyone to help themselves. 

Bucky took one look at the two of you and his smile about matched Steve’s.  

Natasha and Clint both smirked, but said nothing.

Wanda’s eyes widened, tucking around where only you were in eyeshot, mouthing “oh my god”.

A boisterous laugh cut through the room. All eyes turned to Tony. “Holy shit! Y/N, did you thaw out his Capsicle?”

You felt your face heat up, “Tony!”

To your complete amazement, you felt Steve’s arm snake around your waist and his lips press against your temple as he chuckled. “Something like that.”

“Steve!” You reddened even more.  

“Aw, look at her get all flustered.” Stark teased, taking a swig of beer.  

“Tony.” You pleaded.  

“So, Steve,” Natasha filled the dish with taco meat, an evil glint in her eye. “When did you finally get the nerve up to ask her out. Y/N, you didn’t say anything about it last night.”

“Nat! Really!” You went so red you could feel your face go hot.

“Come on, Doll.” Bucky had a platter of tacos in hand, and he pulled you away from Steve with the other. “I’ll save you from these asshole, even if your fella won’t”

“Thanks, Buck.” You hooked your arm in his and followed him to the table.  

The big stupid smile took up residence on Steve’s face again.  

Nat smirked. “What’s with look, Rogers?”

He strode over to you. Sharing a knowing smile with Bucky, he leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Just proud to be Y/N’s fella.”

You felt yourself beam back at him. “Yeah, it’s not so bad being your girl.”

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Seriously?! Jesus Christ. At least if O’Brien had paired it with Catherine’s neglect-filled, trauma-filled childhood (which probably wasn’t that bad in reality), it would’ve made sense in a “well, they barely remembered to feed her, why would they educate her?” way. But nope, for some reason, they just didn’t care that Catherine de Valois, likely future queen of England, didn’t know how to read because she was a girl. LOLWUT. Eleanor Cobham very likely could read (possibly not in French or Latin, but still) and she was well below Catherine’s status.

Honestly, it’s all so stupid. Catherine gets told as a child that Englishmen have tails because they’re evil (by a nun in the convent she’s raised in, no less) and then she’s so stupidly innocent on her wedding night she just straight out asks Henry V if he has a tail. I’ll never know why he doesn’t immediately the marriage annulled because she’s clearly an idiot and not suited to be queen at all? Most Catherine novels seem to be leaning heavily towards the romance novel so I think that’s something to do with it too? They go hard on how tragic Catherine is - she’s got a tragic childhood, she’s got her evil mother pimping her out and then she marries Henry V (who may or may not be a decent husband), then he dies and Catherine is immediately forcibly separated from her son (I think she was with him until he was about 8? So normal medieval procedure, then) and no one lets her get involved in politics or shag Edmund Beaufort… so Owen turns up not so much to be a character but her reward for suffering so much. So he ends up being anything you’d want in a romantic hero except interesting.

Maybe Edward IV was the original Weird Pasty English Guy That Women Go Nuts Over? (Now it’s Richard III). I watched a clip they did of the history behind The King (I’m still yet to watch the movie itself) and they talked about the arrow-wound and it’s not even in the film? WHAT. Honestly, I’m forever disappointed that we never get any actual arrow-wound in any Shakespeare adaptations. And how the fuck can you do Agincourt without any arrows?! What is the fucking point.

I finally decided to transfer our convo to new post to avoid eye torture lol.

It’s only part of her “trauma-filled childhood” insofar as her mother neglects to educate her because she is neglectful in general. I actually scrolled through The Forbidden Queen ebook again to see if I remembered it correctly and while Catherine isn’t 100% illiterate, she “struggles” to read and write. Then there’s this passage:

“Does she read? Write?” “Not that I am aware.” “She must be taught.” “Is it necessary? Such skills are irrelevant for her future role, and I doubt she has the mental capacity to learn. Look at her.” The Queen was cruel in her contempt as I snivelled in terror, wiping my face on my sleeve. “She will be wed for her blood, not for her ability to wield a pen.”

BAHAHAHA. A lot of these novels go so overboard on the pathos too. I’ve lost track of how many novels have Catherine starving and wandering around in rags, being ignored by Henry V, having Henry VI ripped out of her arms by his evil guardians etc. Like, is it really so hard to feel sorry for someone who had an insane father, was widowed at 21 and legally prevented from remarrying? And Owen Tudor is literally just a plot device half the time and any semblance of personality he’s given is pretty repulsive (Jarman pls).

The King is alright as a movie but it is an absolute HISTORICAL CLUSTERFUCK. It might as well have been a straight-up fantasy movie about High King Frodo, Fifth of his Name because that’s how little it resembles history or Henry V or the Shakespeare plays, for that matter. I don’t know if I should recommend it to you because you might lose your shit (I know I did). SPOILERS obviously but don’t say I didn’t try to warn you.

Henry gets disinherited in favour of Tommen Thomas of Clarence, and only ends up succeeding because Thomas is later killed by “Welsh rebels” (barely anyone in England seems to care about this, btw). Far from being a warmonger, this Henry loves peace. He averts the bloodshed of the historical Battle of Shrewsbury by challenging Hotspur to an unintentionally-hilarious silent wrestling match, which also conveniently ends all rebellion in England. He somehow pacifies the Welsh rebels by paying Mortimer’s ransom because their historical war for independence was apparently just a glorified hostage situation. He is reluctant to go to war against France because it’s little more than his bad nasty father’s pet project (because it’s not like the English kings had claims to France dating back to Edward III or anything like that), and only ends up going because the evil Dauphin is evil. He mercifully allows the women and children of probably-Rouen to evacuate, unlike the real Henry V, who let them starve to death in ditches. But the real cherry on top is the film’s depiction of the Battle of Agincourt, which is little more than a giant mud wrestling match with the occasional arrow-confetti here and there (I counted TWO VOLLEYS the entire battle). Weapons are merely decorative; instead Henry decides that his bare fists are the most effective weapons against a fully-armoured enemy. AND THEN EVERYONE JUST STOPS FIGHTING because the evil Dauphin turns up to challenge Henry to single combat, but he doesn’t even get to fight because he keeps slipping in the mud before five random English archers descend upon him and wrestle him to death (none of the French care enough to retaliate, btw). This ends the battle and Henry becomes the undisputed master of France. The film ends with Henry stabbing a dude in the head (whose name I literally fucking forgot because I was so distracted by the flagrant and egregious historical inaccuracies) and asking Catherine to be truthful with him.

I should also mention that almost all these events take place in near total silence, including the battles/wrestling matches. The costuming and armour is just WHACK (here’s a video of someone ranting about it lol). Also, Humphrey of Gloucester and John of Bedford do not exist.

[hazftcor]

Good Vs Bad

Nolan x Werewolf!Reader

Requested: nope

Summary: In which Nolan and Y/n are best friends but Nolan doesn’t know Y/n is a werewolf.

Warning: Swearing (shouldn’t be a warning really.), blood, fights, car accidents.

Notes: dedicated to @chimeracuddles because she loves Nolan/Froy and has made my hatred for Nolan became a love hate relationship.

“Hey kids.” You say as you walk to the table where Corey and Mason were sitting. You see their facial expression as they looked up at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Brett has gone missing.” You nod your head.

“Liam went to help find him. We called Lydia to try to help and all we got was the number 68.”

“Number 68? That’s Nolan’s lacrosse number.” You tell your friend.

“Oh? Well, I don’t think we bother her anymore. I did a lot of things while she tried to focus.” Corey’s face reddens. You giggle.

“So I have a bio test and I also have a history test, which one first?”

“I say bio, because its harder.”

“Okay then, history it is.” Corey glares at you as you get up to find a book.

“So Nolan's your best friend right?” Mason pops behind you. You jump and turn your head to face Mason.

“Mason, You scared the shit out of me. Don’t ever sneak up on me like that again.” He laughs.

“I am best friends with Nolan. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. Have you told him you’re... you know... the same as Liam?”

“No. I don’t want him to know. I want to protect him from this world.”

“Are you saying that the pack is all dangerous?” He jokes.

“No! Of course not! I’m talking about the supernatural world in general. It’s dangerous and humans can barely survive it. Unless its you and Stiles.” You find a book and take it out. You head back to your seat. All of a sudden, Nolan slams his things against the table. You jump and look up at your best friend.

“Hm Nolan? Are you studying for bio?” You ask.

“Yeah actually, I am.” He sits down, his knees hit against yours, sending shivers up your spine. Needless to say, you were in love with your best friend.

“Trying to understand how organisms can change.” Mason and Corey start to help him understand while you tried to ignore the feeling you got every time Nolan’s knee brushes against yours. You tuned out of their conversation and opened your book to read. You were only interrupted when Corey got up. His hand was bloody, so was Nolan’s pen.

OWH.” Corey covers his wound as everyone in the library got up to look at what was going on. Nolan quickly grabs Corey’s injured hand and shoves it your face.

“Look at him Y/n. Look! Look at him!” Corey pulls away. You stand in shock of what just happened as Nolan leaves the library.

“Holy shit, Corey I’m so so sorry about him.” You apologize after you snap out of what had just happened.

“It’s okay Y/n.”

“I’ll talk to him, don’t worry.” You say before packing your things to go home. You wave goodbye to your friends and started texting your best friend Nolan. 

You: Meet me at my place in 20

bff<3: Okay 

When you reached your house, Nolan was already there.

“Nolan? You’re here early.”

“Yeah I got nothing to do.”

“Mmhm.” You say as you open your front door.

“Why didn’t you go in? You knew where the spare key was.”

“I wanted to wait for you.”

“How did you know I wasn’t home yet?”

“You were in the library. Also I looked at your room window. The light wasn’t turned on.”

“Hm okay. Anyway, I just wanted to ask why did you stab Corey?” You ask as the two of you enter your room. 

“I wanted everyone to know about him. I guess I wanted to prove something.”

“Nolan, you can’t go all stabby stabby on people to prove something.”

“I’m sorry. I wanted to show you that he is not a human and that he is dangerous.”

“Corey is not dangerous. If he was, I would’ve stopped being friends with him.”

“All of them are dangerous Y/n. You can’t trust them!” Nolan raises his voice.

“I can! I know them! and I believe them! They will never hurt me!”

“Are you saying that you believe them more than your best friend?”

“Nolan you know that’s not what I meant. I know you are paranoid about the situations that have happened around school but it’s not gonna happen again.”

“How do you know Y/n? What if your friends are the cause of everything that has happened?”

“They are not! Can you stop attacking my friends?”

“Why are you on their side? You’re my best friend!”

“I’m on the side that’s right and I believe that what you did to Corey isn’t right.”

“You like one of them don’t you?” You look at him confused.

“What? No I don’t! Nolan, if my friends are dangerous and are monsters, then I would be dead by now.”

“All I want to do is protect you from things that could harm you!” Your heart fluttered. 

“Nolan, I know you care about me. But I can take care of myself okay? You don’t need to worry.”

“If I lose you, I would have no one left.” He mumbles out, fidgeting with his fingers. You walk up to him and touch his hands,

“I will never leave you. You’re not gonna be alone. You are never gonna be alone.” You hug him tightly. Your phone vibrates from your pocket and you take it out.

duMbar: Help me and bring ice cream

You: Why?

duMbar: I did something very stupid, I need cheering up and icecream pls.

You: I can’t help u if you dont tell me wat u did. u always do something stupid.

duMbar: I don’t like u sometimes.

duMbar: So like I exposed US to the world and now I'm ashamed. 

You: dude, how could u? I'm coming

duMbar: really?

You: to kill u :)

duMbar: DON’t COME THEN YOURE JUST GONNA HURT ME

You: did u save Brett? Is he ok?

duMbar: YOU CARE ABOUT HIM MORE THAN ME???????

duMbar: he is fine btw

duMbar: hello? ru ignoring me?

You: sry was debating about if I should waste my $ on u.

duMbar: plsss we’re buddies pls bring me icecream.i will love u forever if u do.

duMbar: all I want is icecream is that too much to ask?

You: k i’ll bring the icecream and then I leave 

duMbar: no! don’t go, stay over plssssssssssssss

You: stop being annoying and I will come over

duMbar: oki, come thru window it will be unlocked for u:)

You giggle at Liam’s messages.

“Who ya texting?” Nolan asks trying to see your screen. You swat him away.

“Just Liam. He wants me to go over and study with him.”

“Just the two of you?” 

“Yeah I think so.”

“Isn’t that... not a good idea?”

“Hmm? You think we’re going do things together?” You giggle. “Don’t worry Nolan, we’re not. we’re just studying.“

“That’s what everyone says.” You roll your eyes at your best friend as you start to grab the essentials for staying over at Liam’s place.

“Do you want a ride home? I can give you one on my way to his house.” You ask. He nods before running downstairs to your car. You put your essentials in a duffel bag and head downstairs.

When you get in the car and start driving, Nolan glances at you repeatedly. You had to break the silence.

“Stop staring at me Nolan. If you have a question, ask.”

“Do you like Liam?” You hit your brakes hard upon hearing that question, creating the sound of a car skidding. 

“W-what? Why would you think that?” You say, calming yourself down before driving again.

“Just one text from him can get you to his house, what if he calls you, do you fly there?”

“Hey, Liam needs help studying. I would do the same to you if you were in the same situation.”

“Are you sure you don’t like him?”

“i’m sure Nolan. Yes he may be hot and cute and funny, And yes, he can play lacrosse better than you, Okay well I do feel attracted to him, I mean, who isn’t? He’s the lacrosse team captain, he‘s hot, athletic, cute, funny, not too smart but smart. And it’s the hormones too! But he’s not really my type kinda.” You explain. Nolan nods. You look at him. ‘How did he get that? I said those words and I don’t even know what I just said’

“You won’t lie to me right?”

“Yeah of course not! You’re my best friend! What is there you don’t know?” You lie. There was a thing he didn’t know and it was that you were a werewolf. 

You were walking around school, trying to find your friends. Earlier, they have told you about how the lacrosse team was going to get them to shift, and it included your best friend. You wanted to help but when the bell rang, you were called by your teacher and it slowed you down. You continued to walk around until you saw a whole crowd at the door of a class room.

“What are you trying to hide Liam? Your eyes?” Your eyes widen at the Liam’s name and you push your way through to the front. You look at the scene in horror. You push you way through the other lacrosse teammates who were holding you back.

“Nolan Nolan, Stop!” You scream. Nolan looks at you.

“I’m trying to show you who the hell you chose to be your friends!” Gabe pushes Liam towards the wall.

“Open your eyes.” Gabe demands. Liam takes a few deep breathes before opening them. You relax at the sight of his blue eyes. Nolan steps in and punches him.

“Nolan what the f*ck?” You yell at him, quick to help Liam up. You block the two boys way from getting to Liam.

“I’m showing you who he really is Y/n!”

“Stop! Nolan! He’s my friend. I don’t care who the f*ck he is. He is my friend and I don’t want you to touch him.”

“Because you’re one of them?” Gabe asks, a smirk on his face.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Why are you protecting him?”

“Y/n, Leave it.” Liam says.

“Y/n step out of the way. So I can show how dangerous your so called friend is.”

“No! Nolan stop!” Gabe suddenly pins you against the wall. You groan at the contact between your back and the wall. Nolan grabs Liam’s face.

“Are you gonna let us do this to you?”

“Come on y/n. Show me your eyes.”

“You’re looking at my eyes.”

“Quit playing games.” Gabe punches you in the stomach. 

“Y/n! What the hell Gabe?” Nolan asks Gabe.

“Nolan, She’s one of them! You can’t trust her!”

“She’s my best friend! She will never lie to me.”

“Well she did! I’m about to show you.” Gabe punches you in the face. 

“I know you can take us Y/n, all you have to do is change.”

“Change what? my clothes?” You snap.

“Why are you protecting Liam?”

“Because he is my friend!” You growl. Nolan punches Liam again. 

“Come on Liam, shift!” You grab hold of Liam’s hand. 

“The sun.”

“What?”

“The sun, the moon, the truth.”

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?”

“Who cares?” Gabe lets you go to punch Liam and you take this as an advantage to pull Liam away from them. Gabe punches the wall instead. Nolan and Gabe look at you as you protect Liam.

“Stop it!”

“You can’t stop us.” Nolan says back. You look at him with your jaw dropped. 

“Nolan! You’re my f*cking best friend! I can’t believe you would do this!”

“I’m trying to show you that these aren’t the friends. They’re monsters!”

“She’s friends with them because she’s one of them!”

“She is not! Stop accusing her!”

“Shut the f*ck up both of you.” You shout. “My friends are not f*cking monsters so would you just stop attack them?”

“Why are you always taking their side? I thought you said you didn’t like Liam?”

“Nolan! I don’t like him!”

“Then why are you protecting him? He’s a monster.” You had enough of Nolan. So you punched him. Gabe pulls you away from Liam as Nolan recovers. He throws your head onto the leg of a desk, causing you to grow dizzy. Gabe starts to beat up Liam. Finally a teacher came in and settled things down.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” He pushes Gabe and Nolan away from Liam. “BACK OFF! HEY GET TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!” Coach pushes the two boys out of the room. Nolan looks back at you. You look at him with disgust, before closing your eyes to stop the dizziness. “What the hell is this? Get out! I can’t stand the look on your faces!” The crowd disperses. 

The dizziness had stopped so you get up and help Liam up.

“You shouldn’t had done that Y/n.”

“Hey, we’re buddies. We help each other out.”

“You shouldn’t have protected me.”

“If it was anyone else I would’ve done the same.”

“Clark Kent right?” You smile, wiping some blood off his face with your shirt.

“Yeah, Clark Kent.” You, Liam, Mason and Corey group hug. 

After school, you were walking to your car where Liam and Mason were standing and waiting for you when someone called your name. 

“Y/n!” Nolan calls running up to you with a big bruise on his face from your punch.

“What do you want?”

“Are you busy tonight?”

“Yeah. I got things to do, body parts to heal. I don’t have time for you to talk about how my friends are monsters.”

“I just wanted to know if what Gabe said was true.”

“I’m busy Nolan. Ask me another time.” You say before walking away from Nolan. Nolan pulls you back.

“Nolan. Let me go.”

“Answer me.” Nolan demands, eyes burning into your soul. You felt very uncomfortable and tried to push him away.

“Nolan. Let go, You’re hurting me.” You say. He pushes you up against a wall.

“Answer me!” He raises his voice. You flinch and whimper. You had never seen Nolan act like this before.

“Nolan Let me go!” 

“Answer me!”

“What has gotten into your head Nolan? You’re scaring me!” You say back. His hand lands on your neck. He was gonna choke you.

“Nolan. Do it. Choke me to death. Let’s see if I’m actually your best friend. Or even a friend in fact.” He grips onto your neck and you start to regret saying those words.

“N-Nolan. It’s m-me Y/n. Please.” You cry.

“I said answer me!!” He yells. You flinch, tears falling down your face. 

“I-I-I- let me go! Nolan! I don’t remember what you’re talking about just let me go!” You put your hands on his face. He instantly snaps back to normal. He looks at his hands in horror as he lets go. You clutch onto your neck, gasping for air.

“Y/n I’m sorry.” He says before hurrying off, afraid of his own self. You start to cry as you watch him retreat, still gasping for air.

What happened to the Nolan you knew?

You and your pack were stuck in the sheriff station surrounded by dozens of hunters. The power suddenly goes out. One of the deputies shoves a boy into the room. Nolan.

“Nolan?”

“Y/n? I thought you said you had to meet up with Liam for a study group.” Well, there goes the secret you were keeping from him.

“Throw him out.” Liam steps up.

“No. Y-you can’t, okay? Please don’t. She’ll know I screwed up.” You heart broke at his words. He was on the other side.

“He’s with them.” Liam states. You start to walk away, to avoid crying in front of everyone.

“Liam.”

“Sheriff?”

“He’s a liar and he’s sick in the head. He betrayed his own best friend.” You continued walking away, right into Theo.

“Y/n? Are you crying?”

“My best friend is working for the enemy T. What am I supposed to do now?” You sob into Theo’s chest.

You and Theo were like siblings. He saved you from the beast back then and he brought you to Scott. You were probably the only person nice to him, even after what he did to the McCall pack and his own pack. That’s why he had the heart to save you. At first, Scott didn’t want to bite you and he didn’t believe Theo had a heart after what he has done, but you somehow persuaded Scott to give you the bite so you could heal. Both Scott and Theo were your heroes and you always looked up to them from the day you turned.

“It's okay Y/n. Just stay in the room. Don’t think about it too much.” Theo kisses you forehead before leaving you. You walk into the sheriff’s office and take a seat. The tears have dried off your face, but you felt as if Nolan had just put a hole in your heart.

From out the sheriff window, you see Liam walking to the reception desk. Curiously you walk to where he is.

“What are you looking at Liam?”

“The camera from the holding cell room.” You look at the screen to see Nolan getting up fro the seat he was handcuffed in. He walks to the cell. Your eyes widens as you watch your best friend take out a jar full of purple wolvesbane. You and Liam exchange glances before quickly moving to the holding cell room to stop Nolan. Liam tackles him while you take the jar out to your alpha. 

Shaken by the fact that your best friend was gonna kill two people, you head back to your seat. Parrish had handcuffed Nolan into another room. Liam and Scott went to check the two werewolves and their eyes. When they came back, Liam sat next to you.

“Y/n. It’s okay.” Liam says.

“It’s not. My best friend has turned against me.” Liam wraps his arms around you as you take deep breathes. You hear the window shattering and you look out to see that someone had shot an arrow into the building. A piece of cloth is attached to the arrow. Malia takes out the arrow and Liam grabs the cloth. It shows a bloody number 7.

“This is Brett’s number. They must’ve got it when they were pursuing him.”

“They’re trying to rattle us.” Lydia tells the sheriff.

“it’s working.” Theo says, as Liam’s eyes glow. A scream is heard in the room where Nolan was in. A deputy had hung himself.

“I-I didn’t do anything. I -I I didn’t even say anything. He just got up and started putting the wire around his neck.” He says. You can feel how shakened up Nolan is. Normally, you would’ve went and hugged Nolan, telling him that its okay. But you couldn’t take a step towards him. Nolan turned towards you, biting his nails. You closed your eyes to avoid eye contact and a tear slipped out. You turn around bumping into Theo who wraps his arms around you.

The rest of the night was just you sitting in a corner, thinking about Nolan Holloway, the person who had broke your heart.

You were slowly putting clothes into a duffel bag Liam brought for you last year for your birthday. 

“Y/n please talk to me.” Nolan appears at your door frame. 

“What is there to talk about? I’m busy packing my things to leave Beacon Hills.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were a werewolf?” You didn’t answer him. You just continued to pack. 

“Y/n. Please. Why didn't you tell me you were supernatural?“ You stop what you’re doing and turn towards him

“I was trying to protect you! You’re my best friend and I don’t want you to get hurt!“

“You could’ve told me and none of this could’ve happened. You won’t have to leave.”

“You were still paranoid from the beast in the library. How could I say it: ‘Oh hey Nolan, just wanted to let you know that I'm a werewolf and on every full moon I’m have to control myself from hurting others and that the monster you saw in the library was Mason who was possessed by a evil spirit?’”

“You told me that you will never lie to me! And you lied.” Nolan raises his voice.

“I told you Nolan, I was trying to protect you.”

“From what? From you?”

“Yes from me! Do you wanna know how I turned?“

“How?” Nolan crosses his arms.

“I was dying, if it wasn’t for Theo and Scott, I wouldn’t have met you. I knew all about the supernatural because It’s BEACON HILLS! A literal beacon for supernaturals.”

“You promised that you would never leave me and now you're leaving.” You walk up to Nolan.

“You think I have a choice? It’s all your fault. If you and your hunter friends left us alone and not try to hunt and kill us, maybe I wouldn't have to leave.”

“But they were all trying to protect the city from monsters like you.” Nolan spits out. You look at him.

“YOU GUYS? TRYING TO PROTECT THE CITY?“ You scoff. “IF IT WASN’T FOR SCOTT MCCALL AND HIS PACK, YOU ALL WOULD’VE BEEN DEAD BY NOW! Protecting the city? Yea right.” You scoff

“You guys are all monsters who need to be vanished from the world.” Anger boils up from in you.

“Then kill me Nolan. Kill me first. Take some wolvesbane and kill me with it. If we are all monsters, why not start with the one who has been trying to help.”

“Y/n.”

“Kill me! You said I’m a monster so kill me!”

“no Y/n. I’m not gonna kill you.”

“Oh so you are afraid to kill people? Then why did you want to kill those other two werewolves at the sheriff station?”

“Y/n I d-”

“Not all monsters do monstrous things, people like Scott, Lydia, Corey, none of them are monsters!”

“Y/n I-”

“I looked at you tonight, I didn’t see Nolan, my best friend. I saw a psychopath.”

“Y/n pleas-”

“I know what Gabe and Monroe are doing. They’re trying to use mental illnesses to get you to go against us. They don’t give a shit about you Nolan. They don’t care about your illnesses as much as I do.”

“Y/n They’re not-”

“They’ve corrupted you with their beliefs. Tell me Nolan, would you rather fight with your best friend or against your best friend if they are perks of not feeling alone, fitting in, feeling happier, less scared, less paranoid if you chose against?”

“Y/n I don’t know.”

“I thought so. I don’t know who you are anymore Nolan. You think we’re the monsters while you are the monsters. I can’t believe I ever fell in love with you. When you finally figure out the difference between who’s good and who’s bad, call me.” And then you walked out tears roaming freely down your face.

Five minutes after you left, Liam came. He was about to knock on your door when your mother opened it.

“Oh! Liam! How nice to see you!”

“Hi Ms. Y/l/n. Is Y/n here?”

“She should be in her room. Are you taking her out on a date?” Liam reddens.

“Y-yeah kind of.”

“Well have fun! I’m off to go on a business trip. Won’t be back for about a month. Remember to use protection.” Liam reddens even more as he allows your mother to exit. He walks up to your room only to find Nolan.

“Where the hell is Y/n?”

“We got in a fight, and she just left.” Liam’s blood boiled as he threw Nolan into a wall. 

��What did you do?” Liam yells at the boy

“I-I d-did nothing, she just left!” Liam lets go and starts to rummage through her stuff.

“What are you doing?”

“Finding her scent so I can find her.” He reaches in your hamper and finds a shirt. He sniffs it.

“If you want to know if your so called best friend is safe, follow me.” Nolan followed him 

“How do you know where she is?” He asks Liam, who was busily following your scent.

“We have super smell.”

“Why do you care so much about her?” Liam stops looking and turns to look at the boy who was following him slowly.

“Because she's my friend. Someone who would never hurt her.” Liam states before turning back to look for you.

After a while, Liam perks his head up at the smell of blood.

“Do you smell that? Oh wait never mind you’re a human. It’s blood. I smell blood. It’s Y/n’s! Hurry Nolan, she’s this way!” Liam runs with Nolan far behind. 

They reach a flipped car.

“Y/n!” Liam shouts, running to the flipped car where you laid, bleeding.

“Liam? No you should’ve left already.”

“I was gonna pick up. Come on, lets get you out of here.”

“N-Nolan? You’re here?” You cough out blood and groan in pain as Liam tries to pull you out.

“Y/n stay with us okay.” Nolan says, biting his nails at the situation in front of him

“No No, Liam stop, It’s not just that I’m stuck, there’s wolvesbane all around here.”

“I don’t care Y/n, I’m not letting you die. Nolan, hold onto her. I’m gonna lift the car up and you pull her out okay?” Nolan nods and holds your hands tightly. You grow tired and start to fall into a pit of darkness.

“Y/n open your eyes.” Nolan says. Liam lifts up the car and Nolan pulls you out. Liam puts it backs down and speeds towards you.

“Why isn’t she healing?”

“There’s wolvesbane in her system. We got to get her to the hospital.”

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it Liam. Maybe you should leave.”

“You are! I’m not leaving without you! I will never do that okay? You’ve been with me through life and death, I should do the same now.” Liam picks you up carefully.

“Where are you going?”

“The hospital Nolan. Take my phone in case Scott calls.” Liam throws his phone to Nolan and starts to run. Nolan follows.

“Y/n stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.” Liam’s phone starts to ring and Nolan puts it on speaker.

“Liam? Where the hell are you guys?”

“Hello?”

“Nolan? Where’s Liam?”

“Scott! Sorry, Y/n got in a car accident and I’m bringing her to a hospital. She got hurt pretty badly.”

“Y/n got in an accident? Theo wait! Okay we’ll meet you there okay?”

“Okay bye.” Nolan hangs up the phone. Darkness overtakes your vision.

“Y/n. Stay awake please!” 

And then you black out.

“Y/n?” Liam slows for a second to listen to your heartbeat. He relaxes at the sound of your heartbeat. He turns to Nolan.

“She’s okay. She’s just unconscious. Now let’s hurry!” Liam starts to run again.

Nolan, close behind, has been quiet all this time because he is worried about you. He never knew it before, but he is completely and terribly in love with you.

The only question to him was: Were you good or bad?

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 14.11.17 lb

based on zero spoiler knowledge, calling what’s about to happen in today’s ep: 

naach gaana 

dadi making “i want par-pote/potiyaan” comment

shivKara trying to romance wives

dinky machaofying tabaahi by releasing the video

piya probably clearing shit up. 

let’s see how well i did at the end of the ep! onwards! 

anika back to dancing by herself. god i love her. my beautiful tropical fish. 

aaaaaand shivaaaay’s back. with new and improved confidence and 300% more cheapda thoughts. 😏😏😏

man, this girl needs to have her balance issues checked out for real. like, this cannot be healthy, the amount of times she just trips on air and falls over. 

says the person who sees spots in front of her eyes every time she gets up too quickly. plsdon’ttellmymomshe’llmakemegetabloodtest

okaaaaaaay that was a weirdass move to “catch” her shivaay. 😕😕😕

oh damn son, that was smooth as fuck. 

wife can’t help but gush either. she’s overwhelmed by this SMOOOOOOTH OPERATORRRRRRRRR

lol look at his pride. idiot boy. 

oh ho. philooooooooosophyyyyyyyyyy. 🙄🙄🙄

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS BITCH MY FAVT MOVE IS BACK GIMME MAORRRRRRRRRRRR 😫😫😫😫

wife is hella turned on by husband’s i love you. GODS ABOVE, JUST BANG ALREADYYYYYYYYYY YOU STUPID FUCKERS 😩😩😩😩

ugh fuck these two stupidly attractive people and their chemistry 😤😤😤

the little lovinggggggg blinkkkk he did at her. ughhhhh killllll meeeee. 

fun fact: slow blinks are cats’ way of showing affection, and known as “kitty kisses”. it’s a sign that they’re in a place of total contentment and trust and relaxation. it reallllly amuses me when shivaay shows literal cat characteristics. 

bulbul’s turn to get sedooooced by the hubs. 😏😏😏

here’s proof that she’s literally anika’s sister. they both have control issues, and don’t know how to delegate. at all. that goddamn bartan is big enough for her to SIT INSIDE. par majaaal hai ki she asks for help. 

ok never have the sight of just FOREARMS TURNED ME ON SO MUCH. LIKE, NOT EVEN HIS FACE OR BOD YET. HONESTLY. 😶😶😶

i blame @vishwaspur for this. she only made me aware of kunal’s sexyass hands, but i’m putting the full blame on her. 

oh haaaaaaiiiiiii omki. 😍😍😍😍

god it’s criminal how good looking he is. arrest this man!!!!!!!!!! 

“toh bataiye, aur kya karna chahiye HUMEIN???”

i’d say the top item on the to-do list is bang up against the fridge. 🤓🤓🤓

STOP BEING A SENTIIIII SAP AND FUCKING KISS THE GIRL YOU STUPID HANDSOME TREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

HAHAHAHA BEEN GOOD KNOWING YOU FRIENDS R.I.P. ME I SHALL WATCH OVER ALL OF YOU FROM... PURGATORY/HELL 

HIS “HAAAAAYEEEE”  UGHHHHHHHHHH KILLL MEEEEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭

ok don’t care about rudra. fucking at all. hope you die, you little shit. 😒😒😒

don’t care about you either dinky, you discount!Twinkle Khanna. you realllllly need to get a goddamn lifeeee. 😑😑😑

ok those earrings the girls are wearing are like the thingys you hold on to in the bus to stop from falling. matlab, limit hai how big you can go! 

awkwardness wrt to pinky is so much that anika reports to tej and jhanvi.

oh but bulbul seems okay with her now? hmmm.  

ok fwd fwd fwd this filler nonsense. 

lol “16 saal ki ladki ko 21 ka bana diya”  dadi is me. 4ever in denial about our badhti umar. 

yes please dadi, fuck rudra up. isse toh jappped ki desperate zaroorat hai. 😒😒😒😒

ok fwding. 

musings while fwding:

i want cake. goddamnit it’s like 2 am where i am. 

rudra playing at being himesh reshammiya. 

they seem to be pressuring dadi into something. 

oh, speech. 

“sabhiiii mehmaano ka....”

there’s like three ppl here who aren’t from the fam. family hi itni badi hai ke pata nahi kaun yahan rehta hai aur kaun mehmaan hai. 

lol ok i guess noone gives a fuck prinku isn’t here. or roop. what fine treatment for ghar ki betiyaaan. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

lol dadi don’t give a fuck about her sons either. going straight to the pote and bahuein. 

ok fwding this senti crap. 

will forever lol at anika calling it “happy birthday” instead of birthday, despite all of shivaay’s corrections since day 1. 😝😝😝

when pinky starts looking innocent, you know you’ve crossed all possible known limits of shit-stirring and fuckery. god dinky, you’re the worst. 

ok pen drive about to be mixed up. ughhhhh. 

oh piya’s baaaaaaack. and looking gooooood. 

piya is hella smart and on to dinky! you go girllllll! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

meanwhile abhay here is still standing outside the gate like a chutiya. honestly son, what’s wrong with you? either get in or go home. ainnnvayiii ka time waste. 

this security guard is hella defensive no? 

oh boy, abhay in “ataa maajhi satak li” mode. 

ok yuck was that presentation made in 1997??? 

what gaana? lord above what gaana? 😬😬😬

my girls look hella cute and all, but they’re just riding cycles? why did they need dance lessons from piya for this? 🤔🤔🤔 

ok fwding.  

girls toh have fully taken over. boys just standing there grinning in bg. 

good. they need to shut up more. 

ooooh, piya is cluing the boys in. THANK GOD. she’s not just trying to handle all this on her own and play a hero. 

srsly, piya has shown more practical thinking in this one ep than anyone in this show ever. can we have her be a regular??? just to generally talk sense into these idiots???? lord knows this house could use someone like her. 

why are there so many gundas/security in an abandoned factory that has something to do with a 25 year old raaz? like, what faulty use of human resources and money. 

OH SHIT ABHAY ABOUT TO GET STABBED NOOOOOOOO HE’S WEARING WHITE

OMFG YESSSS SVETLANA TO THE RESCUEEEEEEEE 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

DAAANG SVETTY REALLY LEARNT SOME SHIT FROM HER TIME WITH CHULBUL, SACH MEIN EK JHAAAANP MEIN DEEWAAR PE SATAA DIYA GUNDE KO! 😧😧😧

jfc she has a gun!!!!!!!! is there no end to this woman’s amazingess???? 

.... gauri giving speech on how “pati parmeshwar” waala attitude is backward??? 

oufffffffff lecture bandhhhhh karooooo pls. 😤😤😤😤

FINALLYYYYYY IT’S OUT THAT IT’S DINKY. DO SOMETHING SHIVAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!! GET KHANNA TO TACKLE HERRRRRRRR!!!! 😫😫😫😫😫

nope. too late. too fucking late. goddamnit dinky. 😒😒😒😤😤😤

let’s see how well i did on my prediction list: 

naach gaana

dadi making “i want par-pote/potiyaan” comment

shivKara trying to romance wives

dinky machaofying tabaahi by releasing the video*

piya probably clearing shit up*

* will happen tomorrow. 

4/5! not bad eh???? 😏😏😏😏 saalon ka tellywood experience has not gone khaali! 

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 10.10.17 lb

shivaay’s animated gesticulating while talking to khanna has invited wife’s curiosity. 

if only she had omkara’s super hearing waale powers.

girl pls, wyd???? don’t you know he has Awareness waale powers?

snort. he fulllly knows. 

most amusing thing to me here: that shivaaaaay singh oberoi uses the cheapy sketch pens to write with, rather than fancy fancy pens. 

fulllllllllllly setting her uppppp. 

lol “love card” 

his glee at fucking with her. idiot.

oh my heart, the little kiss for the card. ouff. this adorbz fucker. 

oh shitttttt tanya’s gonna know that shivaay’s meeting with anika seeing the card!!! SHIVAAY YOU IDIOT! 

hein? dekha tak nahi??? 

WHUT??? WHAT IS THIS KHANJAR DOING THERE? THAT TOO, WITH KEYS AND WHT LOOKS LIKE HIS TABLET? THAT’S AN ODD COMBINATION OF THINGS TO GROUP? 

oh ho shivaay suchhhhhhhhh overacting. so not convincing. 

“maine toh gadar macha di yaar!”

what’s this language?!!? since when does shivaay talk like this???? 

“mere rudy waale abs thode se flabs ban gaye.”

take your shirt off so we can see for ourselves. y’know… for science. 😏😏😏

“hum dono, dabaaa ke khaa rahe hai”

DUDE WHO WROTE TODAY’S DIALOGUES, SHIVAAY DOESN’T TALK LIKE THIS?????

why’s the parcel soooo badly packaged? 

LMAO ANIKA IS SUCH A CURIOUS CAT???? SO DESPERATE TO KNOW. 

repair ka samaan aise gift wrap hoke aata hai? 

lol pfffffffffft. 

anika not giving up hope. ek aur dabba hai. surely that has a gift???? 

(lmao khanna’s faaaaaaaaaaaaace.)

snort. 

find someone who loves you as much as khanna loves shivaay. the true love story of this show. 

bhavya has so many shady hacker acquaintances. 

oh no, bhavya’s all dizzy.

charlie’s already a much better human being than rudra. within 30 seconds of his appearance. i choose him for bhavya over rudra. 

richa has amazing hair. but hella bad dialogue delivery. 

my ears hurt looking at gauri’s earrings. 

lambe baal waale praani has arrrrrived in gauri’s des. 

looking hellaaa fiiiine. 

errrrrrrrr, that’s not kunal’s voice, is it??? 

ok that’s some hella extraaaaaaaaa dressing gauri. but damn, you look sooooooo goooooooood. 

wow, what an amazing disguise, omki, a kadha and covering up your hair. YOU’RE UNRECOGNIZABLE. 

woulda been more convincing if you just cut your hair. that woulda thrown her off, coz it’s such a non-omkara thing to do. 

bhavya stoppppp nagging charlieeee

LMAO CHARLIE’S EXPERT HACKING IS SOME TRUECALLER TYPE WEBSITE HAHAHAHA. MUCH HACK. SUCH STEALTH. WOW. 

pfffffffft. abhay strikes again. 

dang pinky looking happier than she has in 6 months. 

wow what devrani jethani bonding. idhar anika ne same to same outfit pehna hai that gauri’s wearing there in bareilly. 

awwwwwwww, remember anika setting up the diyas last year, to bolna???? still the best song sequence in this show. 

kesariya baalam looking prettyyyy goood! loving that his kurta matches anika’s outfitttttttttt! 

oh ho anika, this utaavlapan for a gift is so not youuuuu! 

god surbhi’s lost toooo much weight. bilkul haddiyon ka dhaancha ho gayi hai. someone feed this girl! 

ugh these two are so attractive. how dare they. 

pfffffffffffffft. anika still trying to convince him that she’s NOT. AT. ALL. HUNGRY. 

“MOTI LAG RAHI HO!”

STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE, SHIVAAY!!!! 

lmaaaaaaaaao “yeh luchi tuchi tanya jab dekho shivaay ke aas paas dengue waale machchar ki taraah kyun mandaraati rehti hai??” 

tanya can’t handle the bhoooook. for her boyyyyyyfriend.

wow, this is the most animated tanya has ever seemed. maybe she should be hungry more often. 

waise anika ki kya kismat hai, har karwa chauth pe, to snoop on some sautan or the other as she sneaks off to meet her real love interest. 

DADI FUCK YOU THERE ARE SERVANTS IN THIS HOUSE FOR SUCH STUFF, SHE’S NOT THE FUCKING WEDDING PLANNER ANYMORE

oooooooooh secret hiding behind pillllarrrrr. i love. 

OUFFFFFF JUST MEET HIM IN THE GARAGEEE GIRLLLLL.

“yeh kya tha?”

“tumne vrat nahi kiya na? sweet dish!”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMGGGGGGGGGGGG SCREAMING AND DYING THESE CUTEASS MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSSSS I WAS SO NOT PREPAREDDDDDDDD

abhay gonna get his ass beat by bhavya. and he deserves it. 

oh nooooooooooo. he escapeddddd. 

richa ka mangetar is so concerned and helpful. i like. lucky you, richa. you might have scored the best pati of all in this show. 

“abhaagi chirraiyya” - gauri’s username on online forums.

SHUTTTTT UP MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOU’RE SOOOO ANNOYINGGGG

hein? tanya toh pehle hi nikal gayi thi na? how’s she following anika now? 

i feel like tanya’s talking about her un-bardaasht-able bhook, rather than shivika being sneaky. #relatable

why the scary intense mooosic??? 

oh hooooooo he’s doing the hairrrr thing. matlab badi baazi maar li hai. 

lol she’s not even looking at the card he’s waving in her face. 

yaaaas tanya, stab the f outta your shitty boyf. 

who knew shivaay had such a DIY side to him, to make all this outta repair ka samaan??? 

i’d love to take a look at his pinterest board! 

PFTTTTTTTTTTTT CARD KE ANDAR TOH AT LEAST I LOVE YOU LIKHA HOTA?!?!?!??!?! usmein bhi khaaali naam likha hua hai 😒😒😒

why’s she getting sooooooo impressed by that??? 

shakira. galli ke shakir bhai ke sister. snort. 

shivaay’s a shakira fan? man, every day i think i know this man, and he fucking subverts my expectations. 

shivaay is so ecstatic seeing jelly biwi. what a stupid nerddddddd.

ugh these two idiots. so stupidly in love. i love them soooo much. 

aaaaaand gauri’s not so new man is making an entry. 

of course bhavya’s gonna see rudra through this makeshift channniii of aunty’s dupatta. ugh. haaaate. 

“that’s like MY GIRL!” 

lmao that fakeass chand. 

also why does everyyyyy karwa chauth scene have just thissss one song? oufff. bollywood needs to make some new karwachauth songs already.

haaaaaaaaaaye my beautiful babies.

lol sup sardarKara. what an unrecognizable disguise. 

UGH. HATE. ALSO WHY IS THERE A RANDOM HOARDING OF RUDRA ON SOME ROAD SIDE????? 

AND LMAO WHAT’S A “STILIST”????? 

she just loooooooooves annoying him by throwing flowers, doesn’t she???? 

ok no, gtfo with this pair choona waala garbage. 

he’s so overwhelmeddddddd. look at the fierceness on his faaace. i am weeeeping. 

OH NO SCREEN IS GETTING BLURRY WHO’S FAINTING?!?!

OMG IT’S HIMMMMMMMMMMM

lovingggggg the reversal of last year and that she’s breaking HIS FASTTTTTT

god nakuul’s cough sounds awful and i hope he’s taking something for that. 

biwi’s like stopppp being sucha chantumaiiiiiii. look at his little grumpyyy face. 

um gauri…. you’re shitting meeee right???? HOW MANY MEN HAVE THIS SAME FACE? THIS IS SOME RAB NE BANA DI JODI BULLLLLLLLLLLSHIT. 

lmao his punjabi tho. 

…. he put ALL this effort (eyeroll!max) into the costume and not at all into the character background???? pft. 

“main kaunsa diljit dosanjh hoon jo aap dekhte hi pehchaan jayengi???” lololol

LMAO GAURI’S WTF FACE 

yeah gauri you’ve heard this voice. last time you heard it, it accused you of having an affair. 

okkkkkkkkkkk he’s hella annoying. 

OK SOME PREPARATION WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE OMKARA. YOU DIDN’T DO ANY WORK ON THIS AT ALL?!?!?! IS THIS ALL A JOKE TO YOU???????? YOU WOO MY GIRL THE WAY SHE DESERVES! 

ugh. more cuteness here. JUST KISSSSSSSSSS ALREADY!!!! 

aaaaaaaaaaand abhay’s the bairi piya. fucking hell. 

OMFG TANYA GIRL NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MAN IS WORTH IT. NOT EVEN CUTEEEE CUTEEEE ABHAY! 

god. he’s sooooo fucking cute tho.

ugh what’s this sinister look???? does he not love her? you better not f my girl tanya over you cuteass fucker. 

ok no, just badle ki bhaaavna waale looks. 

but tanya doesn’t have the trishul waala tattoo????? 

siiiiiiiiiiigh why you two like thisssssss? why can’t you just go be weird and cute together somewhere else????? 

what haq???? who died in the fire???? or are you roop’s son??? WHO ARE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU?????? 

great. just great. he’s going to make shivaaaay fuck everything up. ouff.