#BUT GODDAMN!!! LOOK AT THE ABS ON HAPPY CHAOS

[crystalchimera]

Originally posted May 13 on Twitter/X.

Happy Chaos and Leo Whitefang I drew for a Guilty Gear art collab! First GG fanarts, so naturally, first time drawing both of these characters!

Bonus close ups <3

[it-was-too-cold-always]

Always Read the Fine Print Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Who actually reads all the terms and conditions? After mindlessly checking a box years ago, our Reader unintentionally agrees to be part of a scientific study to create super soldier babies. To make matters worse, her fellow test subject is the brooding and intimidating Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky gets stitched up, the reader struggles to keep her thoughts in check, and the happy couple moves into their new home.

Warnings: arranged marriage, forced proximity, eventual smut, lots of angst, violence

You sat and watched as the nurse dug the bullet out of Bucky's shoulder. He wouldn't look at you. His thousand-yard stare was directed straight at the door, barely a grimace on his face as the nurse fished inside his flesh. You, however, were shamelessly staring at him. His shirt was off, covered in blood and discarded on the floor. He was RIPPED. Like six-pack abs ripped. His whole torso looked packed with muscle. You admired his ridiculously large bicep, eyes then floating over towards his metal arm. Jesus christ, you thought, those scars are nasty. Your stomach did flips as you imagined what he had to go through to get those scars. He was incredibly still, not even a flinch as she dug around in the bullet hole. That had to hurt like a bitch, you thought. As if he could read your thoughts, he stole a glance over at you. For half of a second, you made eye contact. Just as quickly as it came, his eyes darted back to the door in front of him. Goddamn, it was unnerving. You blushed heavily, suddenly extremely aware that you had been staring at him and probably looked really stupid. You failed to get fully dressed like Bucky told you to. You succeeded at putting your leggings on, but you were still wearing the hospital gown on top. You sheepishly held your bra and shirt in your lap, unsure what else to do. You fixed your eyes to the floor after that.

"Aha! There we go!" the nurse exclaimed, coupled with the sound of the bullet clinking onto a metal tray. She started patching him up, humming while she worked. Read the frickin room, you thought. The air was suffocating with tension. There were agents all over the place, taser batons at the ready. Bucky was obviously pissed off, and you were...you weren't sure what you were. Scared, a little embarrassed, worried, a little flattered? Bucky risked getting in trouble to break you out. That had to mean he cared at least a little, right?

"Alright bud, you're good to go," the nurse said as she finished placing the last piece of tape on the gauze. You almost snorted. Bucky being called "bud." This nurse really was something else. Once she moved towards cleaning up, an agent came up to Bucky with a black t-shirt. "She wants to talk," he said. You couldn't help yourself, you stole another look at his incredible muscles as he slipped the t-shirt over his head. Good lord, he really was something. Quit drooling, you chastised yourself. You have the horniest thoughts at the worst times. But you couldn't help wondering what those muscles would feel like under the palms of your hands.

Bucky was escorted to god knows where, meanwhile you were left alone in the exam room. Was anyone going to come get you? After a while of waiting, you decided it was safe enough to fully change back into your clothes. With all the chaos, you forgot about cramping you felt after the IUD removal, but now you felt it in full force. Right as you were contemplating crawling into the fetal position on the floor, Bucky came through the door.

“We’re leaving,” he stated, not bothering to even look in your direction. Too flustered to trust your voice (you knew it would be squeaky and embarrassing), you silently got up and timidly walked towards him. He gestured for you to walk past, holding the door for you. He led you down to a garage. You struggled to keep up with his pace. Those damn long sexy legs, you thought. From behind him, you could see his broad shoulders, trim waistline, and long ass legs. Not to mention his ass…those black pants looked phenomenal on him. Focus, you thought, you gotta keep up with him. Stop being weird.

He stopped in front of a black sedan, a very sexy, sleek car. He opened the door for you to get in the passenger seat. You timidly walked past him and sat in the seat. Buckling your seatbelt, you broke out in a cold sweat at the thought of going for a drive with Bucky. Do you make small talk? Sit in awkward silence? You knew you’d spend at least half the time debating which road to take.

He started driving out of the garage and onto the road. You noticed two black SUVs following behind. Probably babysitters to make sure Bucky doesn’t go ballistic again. You didn’t dare glance over at him. Not after all the blatant staring you did earlier. You decided to stare out the window and not open your mouth – you knew you’d start saying stupid shit and make a fool of yourself.

“They’re going to have two agents in the house at all times for the next couple of weeks. We’ll have to share the master bedroom, but don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the floor,” he spoke gruffly. His voice was deep and gravelly. You turned to look at him, but his eyes were glued to the road. You just nodded your head slowly, returning your gaze to the window. It was setting in how close in proximity you were about to be with him. Living in the same house. Sleeping in the same room.

You pulled onto a gravel driveway, a small farmhouse standing in front of you. It was cute. Light yellow with a big white porch. It reminded you of some picturesque cottage core mood board. Once the car came to a stop, your stomach did flips. Here we go.

Chapter 5

Taglist 💛

@kandis-mom @learisa @pono-pura-vida @smile1318 @stinkerbelle007

[wannaeatramyeon]

mooooom! i got a request for youuu~ 💌

-young reader learned taekwondo from hansu, but never got to meet his son. so, she only knew taehoon from hansu's stories and cute photos of him aaand that's how she developed a crush on taehoon. years later, she finally meets him... but her "cute" image of him immediately shattered the moment he opened his mouth; chaos ensues 💀

this scenario has been on my mind for a while now and it makes me giggle to an unhealthy degree that i want an entire fic of it 😭 also if it wasn't obvious, i thirst for hansu content 🥺🫶 tysm in advance 🤧

p.s. i really REALLY love your fics and your writing aaaaaa 🫠 ik i already told you before and but im saying it again hehe hope you have a great day! ilyy~~ 💖💖

My dear lovely baby Rie! I saw this and thought yes, let's drop everything INCLUDING Tears of The Kingdom and write this.

But... I'm sorry, there really isn't much Hansu in this, it's very very Taehoon centric.

One of the best things about fandom is bringing people together and I'm so happy to have met you!

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Strangers to... a Not-Crush

Follow up with Hansu and Taehoon here

You're pretty sure you're in love with this Taehoon.

The first time you heard his name was during your very first Taekwondo lessons, many many years ago

Schedules, circumstances, situtations; all the usual life happenings has stopped you both from actually meeting.

But Hansu waxes lyrical about his son. You must have heard for the hundredth time how he is a spinning prodigy, how he has surpassed Hansu at a similar age, how he will be one of the best. His name destined to be written in the history books.

As Hansu talks about his son with stars in his eyes, you can't help the shine rubbing off on you too.

.

.

"Y/N, this is Taehoon."

Your jaw drops. Sure, Hansu has shown you countless pictures. Compared to the real living thing though, the gap is so vast you might as well say he's the least photogenic person alive. That's really saying something, because Taehoon photographs well.

He's one of the prettiest boys you've ever seen.

With his lips and eyes and even his goddamn hair. Are those lashes even for real? And then you notice his stature and his muscles, his rock-solid chest and abs peeking through.

Maybe he's not pretty at all. He's fucking hot.

You jaw drops even further.

Why on earth hasn't Hansu ever shown you a full body picture, he could have at least prepared you. Like a cliche, you feel weak at the knees. You feel light-headed-

Then Taehoon opens his mouth and the illusion shatters. Splinters into a hundred million little pieces. With his next words, you've never felt more pissed off in your life.

"Keep looking pervert, and I'll pluck your eyes out,"

What the fuck is this guy's problem.

.

.

For once, the stars align, and you see each other constantly.

You curse the damn stars. You curse Hansu for passing your tutelage to Taehoon. Most of all, you curse Hansu for creating this.

The idea of Taehoon is much better than this... this fucking menace you have to see day in day out.

Taehoon makes you address him as Master. He hits you on the head for stepping out of line (you bite your tongue every goddamn time), he takes no prisoners during your spars together, makes you repeat exercises over and over until you're on all fours and trying not to throw up.

And infuriatingly, he touches you.

Little corrections with his hands, his elbows, his knees, his legs, his foot. "Your stance is shit," he tells you, "your technique is still off," as he taps the offending body parts, mere millimetres out of place. Your cheeks burn every time and your skin is on fire even hours later.

What's worse is your head swims every night with Taekwondo and Taehoon.

Lying in bed, all you can see is him. That antagonising smug smile on his lips. You want to wipe it off his stupidly handsome face.

See if he has any cutting words left when, not if, you beat him in a spar, and you gloat over him, straddling his hips, trapping him between your thighs and you can feel how aroused he is-

Oh.

Shit.

You hug your pillow tighter to your body.

This relevation is a fucking nightmare.

.

.

Taehoon reckons your skills are average at best. What he's most impressed with is your dedication and tenacity.

No matter how many times he kicks your ass, you still get back up for more. Regardless of all his nitpicking and corrections with your form, you take onboard his words and listen.

He hasn't missed that it's all through gritted teeth. Still.

He also hasn't missed you blushing and your breath catching in your throat when he touches you.

Nothing not out of necessity, all completely above board. But it's still funny. Messing with you.

Taehoon tells himself he is completely unaffected. People fawn over him all the time, you looking at him with hearts in your eyes is nothing new.

It's just amusing, that's all.

.

.

You don't know whether this is heaven or hell.

Taehoon piggybacks you all the way from the studio to the emergency room. You're so close you can almost taste him, see all his faint freckles, the vein in his temple from the exertion and concern.

All this proximity is doing nothing for your crush. Which you are determined to get over, by the way. Because this guy is a goddamn asshole and nothing else.

It was a silly accident, really. You went for an opening when there was none, causing Taehoon to mistime his kick. You collapsed like a sack of shit.

Worried hands check up on you even as his mouth runs.

"It's fine," you say, waving off his concern. When you tried to stand up, your ankle is in no mood to bear any weight.

You go down for a second time.

Taehoon's patience is unexpected. He waits with you until you are seen to.

Conversation is strained, and he doesn't talk much, just giving you wary glances every now and then.

But you fill the silence, telling him little anecdotes from your life and your day. Bridging the gap between Taekwondo and the little pieces that make up the rest of your life.

His lips quirk as you speak. The smiles aren't condescending.

Eventually, when the nurse tells you it's just a simple strain and will heal if you keep off it, Taehoon is the one that nods and asks follow up questions.

At the end of the day, after another piggyback this time to your home, you thank him for his time and he is surprised at your sincerity.

.

.

Taehoon doesn't miss you. Definitely not.

The only reason he is at your door with stew and kimchi is because his old man told him to check up on you.

You're not able to attend any lessons while you recover, and Hansu wanted to make sure you're ok. Not Taehoon. Taehoon could not care less. He also did not jump at the chance of seeing you again, so much so that even Hansu gives him a questioning look. Ridiculous.

Why is his palm sweaty? Must just be the heat. Taehoon wipes it on his jeans before knocking twice on your door.

"Come in," you call out, and Taehoon hasn't missed your voice. And he hasn't missed the sight of your face neither.

He doesn't greedily take in the colours of your bedroom, the pictures on your wall, the books on your shelf.

He doesn't memorise your handwriting when he walks past your desk, something that is so uniquely you, like a fingerprint.

And when you give him a shy smile and apologise for the mess, it doesn't affect him.

Nor when you take the proffered food and have a mouthful, Taehoon doesn't soften at this.

The ensuing silence is not comfortable. He doesn't want to stay longer. His fingers don't twitch in your presence, having grown used to casual touches with you.

.

.

This song and dance is continued for the next few weeks only because Taehoon is a good son, and an even better teacher.

He needs to check up on the welfare of his student.

And then finally, after too long, when you show up at the studio again, Taehoon's heart absolutely does not soar.

[droughtofapathy]

"Welcome to the Theatre": Diary of a Broadway Baby

Oh, Mary!

June 28, 2024 | Broadway | Lyceum Theatre | Evening | Play | Original | 1H 30M

It's so goddamn stupid. The whole thing is just slapstick unhinged chaos from start to finish. It's predictable. It's overtly queer. It's thoroughly over-the-top. And sure, it's definitely a fun night out. I did enjoy myself, for the most part. It's a clever bit that refreshes theatre, but look, this show is pandering hard to gay men (dare I say specifically gay white men because let's be honest, it's for them) and I am a mean Vietnamese lesbian. I was not miserable despite the brand of humor being something I usually find tedious, so that's a point in its favor. Cole Escola has some serious stage presence, and they're a force to be reckoned with. Did I care about (spoiler) Abe Lincoln being a closeted homo getting an under-the-desk blowjob? Not really. Definitely a shock value scene made to delight gay men and straight women. It was mildly amusing at best to me. What's this about Lincoln and John Wilkes Booth being gay lovers who have a dramatic falling out? Should have seen that one coming. The only other woman around is Louise, and she's only there to add some comedy with her whole deal being that she has a secret fetish for rubbing ice cream all over her pussy in some temperature play kink thing. And she doesn't even get to do it on stage, so what's the fucking point?

In all, it's a good piece of theatre. It's funny, it's clever, it's original. I didn't hate it, so I'm satisfied with what I saw. Happy to have spent the Friday leading up to Pride weekend at the Lyceum, no matter how much I dislike that venue.

Verdict: A Lovely Night

A Note on Ratings

[xpao-bearx]

Part 1 HERE

NOTE: OMG I really wasn't expecting for the previous first part of Heavenly Sins to blow up as it did, but I just wanted to give a huuuge THANK YOU to all of you amazing folks!! 🥰🥰🥰 Your support truly means so fooken much to trashy ol' meh and y'all are the reason I am writing this story series in the first place :')

I do have my ideas, but I still don't know much yet of what to do or even how long (or short) this story will get. So, if you would continue to give me your mindblowing support, it would seriously mean the W O R L D.

I do, however, very much enjoy writing Negan in particular so far. He's one of my absolute fave characters ever and JEFFREY DEAN FUCKIN' MORGAN NEED I SAY MOAR?!? 🥵💕💕

But this second part will be focusing a bit more on our beloved sheriff Ricky boi! Of course, Daryl will also get some much deserved love and attention tho I think he will appear in the story a lil later on.

Also, if you ever feel compelled, you are more than welcome to take some inspo from this story and make your own imagines and such! I'd love to see 'em, so please tag me 😁

P.S. There won't always be long ass notes like this, only if I wanna say something or bring up whatever is important. Also, if you wanna be tagged on any new/future story parts, then just tell moi and I will dedicate the latest one to the people who wanted to be tagged!

DEDICATED TO: The wonderful @buttercandy16 💖

"Heavenly Sins"

Part 2

After your little spiel, you haven't spoken to Negan since then. But on the way home after church, you passed by his house and found him tinkering away on his motorcycle (which you previously learned he interestingly named Lucille) in the garage. Not being able to help yourself, you paused in your tracks and just curiously watched him for a while.

His leather jacket was off, revealing a plain white t-shirt. The shirt was quite tight, and you noted how it perfectly hugged the taut muscles of his chest. Your eyes then slowly trailed to his toned arms, adorned by tattoos you wished you had a better look at. He stopped briefly, placing his tools down before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

You didn't even think twice as your eyes dropped, hyperfocused on his abs. He wasn't the buffest guy out there, but he was lean and fit and--to put it bluntly--hot. A part of you screamed bloody murder to get a grip on yourself, to just turn your stiff body around and proceed on home. But another part completely squashed down those protests without even a fight; as if your pathetic excuse of a resolve wasn't even meant in the first place.

"Take a goddamn picture, darlin'. It'll last longer."

Your head snapped up, meeting the tantalizing hazel stare of Negan. His lips were curled in a smug smirk, and nevermore in your entire life have you wanted to both slap and kiss someone so badly.

But you only clicked your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare before (at last!) turning and walking away as you hid your blush. In the distance, his amused chuckle begrudgingly sounded like the sweetest fucking music to your ears.

♡♡♡

You woke up at 7:05 a.m. like you typically did the next morning, Monday. It was the dawn of a new week, and while most people dreaded it you actually didn't mind it so much. You had your job to thank for that.

Sure, it wasn't always easy, but it was worth it in the end. You loved teaching and spending time with the children, and you were even more ecstatic since you knew Judith was going to be at the daycare.

As you finished eating breakfast and preparing for the day, you grabbed your bag then went out the door. You opted to walk again today, the weather far too beautiful to miss plus the daycare really wasn't that far away.

Eventually arriving at your destination, you approached the daycare building's doors with a little spring in your step. Once inside, a young woman with her blonde hair high in a ponytail smiled and waved.

"Hi, Y/N! Goodmorning!" Beth Greene greeted energetically.

"Morning, Beth." You chuckled, the girl's radiant smile infectious. You've known Beth for some time now, especially since the Greenes were one of the oldest families in Alexandria and they were well respected. But you got along best with Beth, you thought she was the friendliest and she was also the latest hire of the daycare.

Stashing your bag away in your personal locker, you fixed yourself up a bit before getting your nametag and sticking it on your top. Looking up at the wall clock, you read that it was 7:50 a.m. Perfect, just in time for the kids' drop-offs.

You waited outside with Beth and the rest of the daycare workers, until finally the parents started rolling in. It was the usual; some of the children were wailing, snot snivelling down their nose as their embarrassed parents tried to tug them away from clinging onto their legs. You could only offer a sympathetic smile as you tried to help, while other children were much more relaxed and didn't even spare a second glance at their parents as they were dropped off.

"Well, that's about all of them." Beth piped up.

"Wait, we're still waiting for Judith." You said, searching for the toddler. "Rick said she'd be here."

Beth checked her watch, her brows creasing a little in worry. "That's odd. Sheriff Grimes is never late when he's dropping Judith off."

Just as she said that, there was a honk that disrupted the peace. You and Beth both spotted a crying Judith being held by Lori, the woman appearing utterly exhausted before her eyes locked with yours and didn't waste another second dashing towards you.

"Please don't run when you're holding Judith. Also, no honking is allowed on the premises." It was hard for you to keep the malice out of your voice, but you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back since you miraculously managed to not make it sound the worst it could get.

Lori raised a brow at you, but only handed Judith over to you. Judith immediately quieted down when she saw it was you, you cooing gently at her as she giggled and snuggled up comfortably against your chest.

"Rick will be picking her up later." Was all Lori said, pressing a quick peck on Judith's curly little head before parting ways. As Lori rushed back to the car, you saw Shane in the driver's seat shamelessly attack her neck with fervent kisses and you couldn't restrain an eyeroll.

"Fucking bitch..." You grumbled.

"Uh-oh. Bad!" Judith giggled again, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Right, right. Bad. Don't copy me, okay?" You laughed, completely forgetting about your aggravation as you rubbed your nose with Judith's and went inside.

♡♡♡

The rest of the day rolled along splendidly. No one threw a tantrum and for the most part, all the kids properly shared the wide assortment of toys and even did their activities orderly and on time. So, you decided to indulge them with a small yet much sought after reward.

Painting.

When it comes down to children, painting can be utter chaos. But you figured since they were being so good, you'd allow it. At the daycare you worked in, painting was quite a rare occurrence and that only solidified how much the kids adored it.

Once the materials were set out, it was a dizzying flurry of excited hands grabbing anything it could latch on to. As the kids went about doing their creative business, you found Judith all alone sitting in the corner playing around with some blocks.

"Whatcha doin' there, Judi?" You asked, sweetly calling out her nickname. "You don't wanna paint?"

"I wanna, but not with papers." She replied, shaking her head.

"Oh? Then where do you wanna paint?"

"I wanna paint on faces, but no one wants me to!"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to let you paint my face." You smiled.

"Really?!" Judith's whole face lit up, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around you as tightly as she could. "Thank youuu!"

You chuckled, ruffling her hair and watching as she happily gathered some paint and brushes.

♡♡♡

It was finally the end of a long day, and your face felt a bit itchy from the paint Judith put on you. But it didn't matter; as long as the little girl was happy, it was the best damn day ever.

You were holding Judith's hand as you waited outside for Rick to pick her up, and once he came up with his car Judith beamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice day?" His face looked tired, his greying beard making him appear slightly older than he really was, but his smile was genuine as he carried Judith in his strong arms.

"The bestest! Y/N lemme paint her face!"

"She did, huh? What did you pai--oh my god."

You bursted into laughter at his reaction, flashing him a toothy grin. "In the words of Judi: You're a pretty tiger! Grr!"

"Now that you mention it, I can see it." Rick joined in your laughter, nodding his head. "Looks like we've got a talented lil artist in our hands!"

"Daddy, I wanna paint your face next! You can be daddy tiger and Y/N can be mommy!" Judith proclaimed.

You and Rick flushed pink at the same exact time, but Rick was quick to clear his throat and change the topic. "A-Anyways, Y/N, how 'bout me and the kids give you a ride? Thank you for today, by the way."

"No problem, and sure! Thanks so much."

As you settled in the passenger's seat, two hands covered your eyes from behind. "Guess who~?"

"Hmm..." You hummed, making a show of thinking. "Are you an elf?"

"No!" The hands were removed, Carl popping his head out from the backseat to look at you as he laughed. "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry! You're just so short, I thought you were an elf." You teased good naturedly.

Carl huffed, sticking his tongue out at you. "Y'know, in a few years, I'll be way taller than you!"

Once Rick was done buckling Judith into her carseat, he took his place in the driver's seat and drove out of the premises. You just talked about anything that came to mind: work, the weather, Alexandria's local shops, etc. To anyone else, maybe it seemed like regular boring conversation. But speaking with Rick was truly one of the highlights of any of your days. He was extremely easy to talk to, and he never failed to cheer you up. And it was obvious Rick was the same. He was allowed to simply be himself around you; to loosen up, momentarily forget about the stress and sometimes even the woes that came along with being the town's upstanding sheriff.

As you were nearing your home, Carl decided to cut in.

"Y/N, can we stay at your house? It's been a while since we had a sleepover." Carl asked, his baby blue eyes identical to Rick's alight with hope.

It wouldn't be the first time Rick and the kids would be staying over. You were very close to the Grimes family, sometimes even almost considering them as your own. You didn't mind it. Since you lived alone, it can get pretty lonely. And having people around surely brightened up the house and made you keep your sanity.

"I don't mind, but you gotta ask your dad." You chuckled.

Carl turned to Rick, pouting and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Rick rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress an inkling of a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. But let me drop you and Judith off with Y/N first. I'll be back, I just need to get some extra clothes and essentials."

"YAY!" Carl cheered, Judith following suit as they both raised their arms and hollered.

"You're so whipped for them." You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Rick.

"I ain't denying that." He sighed dramatically, grinning.

[singeramg]

Midnight: Chapter 15

Pairing: Clark Kent/ Metahuman! Black! OFC!

Rating: E or M, NC-17 whatever just not for under 18

Warnings: Smut! ( Finally what I promised right?) 

A/n: Okay as as mentioned above this chapter does contain smut, if its not your thing skip to the end. I give a brief summary in my ending author’s note. Please don’t blow me up talking about you weren’t warned.

Catch up HERE! 

Midnight: Chapter 15

*Flashback*

  “Come on Clark you gotta tighten up my dude. This shit is not cute.”

I was standing in the bedroom to his room at his mother's house, in jeans, yellow t-shirt 70′s writing of the words BOSS, across the chest, my silver hoop earrings and freshly applied cherry carmex. Mrs. Martha had called to to come drag Clark from his self imposed shut down, so instead of a quick mall trip by my lonesome, I was here.  He and Lois broke up two weeks ago and he went from optimistic to wanting to follow her to the assignment she picked up overseas (and I told him that might be a bad idea if Superman got a rep for stalking women) he was now in the depression stage. Martha has enough of him not coming out of his room (he also couldn’t go back to the apartment he shared with Lois.) and requests for chocolate and junk food.

Apparently I was the big guns, and I had no clue how bad it was until just now standing in the doorway to the room. It literally had enough empty bottles to become a recycling plant. He was giving me teenage boy vibes and this was a grown ass man.

The part of me that wanted Clark for myself was kind of happy that he and Lois weren’t together but a bigger part of me was crushed for my best friend. I knew how much he loved her, how he planned on proposing to her next month on their anniversary. I could feel how upset he was and I wanted him to feel better. 

 “Gia what are you doing here?”

 “I came to figure out why my best friend has been dodging my phone calls for two days the. I find out he is back at home with his mother and is doing his best to become part of the furniture.”

  “I’m sick Gia.”

I stare at him pointedly. 

  “Kiss my ass your sick....That would work if you were human Clark. You can’t catch a goddamn virus. Now if you had told me a stomach ache I might have believed you. Get your lying ass up dude!”

I walked into the room, and sat at the foot of his bed. He had the covers pulled over his face. He had reached the grief stage and it was not good. I started pulling on the covers trying to inch it down and it worked for the whole of two seconds before he put a stop to that. 

  “Gia I just want to be left alone.”

 I raise an eyebrow and look around in the chaos.

  “If this room is any indication to go by you cannot be trusted to be left to your own devices.”

“Giaaaaa.” He groans out and I stifle a giggle, because I know he is in pain but the whine he did was kinda hilarious.

“Kaaaal.”

I copy his tone and then he sighs and pulls the cover tighter. It was my turn to sigh. I kick off my shoes, and walk over to the opposite side of the bed that Clark was laying on.

I focus all my energy into my hand and yank at his cover, having just enough force to pull it away, however I don’t yank it completely off of him, choosing to slide in next to him.

Clark’s big blue eyes look about as sad as I had ever seen him and his hair looked slightly overgrown and he was growing a beard, only clothed in a pair of shorts. Laying down next to him, I  reached up to his face, because the face of the strongest man in the world did not look like the strongest. 

 “Clark you have got to come face the world sometime.”

 “Does it have to be today? The world is probably the reason she left. I was so busy saving it that I bet she didn’t want to stay around.”

 “Yes boo it has to be today. You can’t sit in here day after day, it won’t make her come back. I’m not saying it isn’t hard to get over something like this but the first step is to try.”

“What if I don’t want to try?”

 “Well I guess we could lay here all day? I mean I may or may not start doing my Britney Spears impressions, then maybe I’ll move on to Miley Cyrus, because I know just how much you love that Party in the USA song, then maybe a little “Girl on Fire” by Alicia Keys....”

He doesn’t move

“ Ooh baby, baby, ohh Baby baby” 

 “Okay okay. I’ll get up just please no singing.”

I start laughing as Clark flips the covers back, and gets up. I knew he absolutely could not stand those songs and/or artists. I couldn’t help but look him over, his body just as fit as ever, slightly jealous that he could spend multiple days eating and drinking nothing but crap and still look like you could grate cheese on his abs. 

-“Stop it Gia.”- I told myself because I knew I couldn’t go down that road of thinking.

   “So now that you got me out of bed what do you want me to do.”

-‘Get back in.-’ Says my inner-thoughts. Outwardly I say

 “I think you need a day out. Get dressed Kent. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

I pull myself from his bed and start walking, slightly tripping over something on the floor.

“Oh and you need to clean up this mess before we leave, Ms. Martha is not about to chew me out for your mess. No sir.”

“M’am yes M’am.” He says with a look that didn’t scream America Golden boy, but something that was up to no good. 

He says cheekily and half ass salutes in my direction. I toss up my middle finger in his direction and start singing, ‘She’s just a girl, but she’s on fire...’, much to his annoyance,  and close the door to his room on the way out, knowing he can hear me all the way down the stairs and even is whisper, which annoys him even worse...

*Later that night*

 “Clark you are such a cockblocker!”  

We were standing near the exit outside of a bar in Metropolis. We had been there about an hour and a half, Clark had a couple of beers while I sipped on a drink. I left him at the table to get us another round and some shots when a good looking guy walked over to me. He was tall, fit and looked like he kept himself together with a neat fade all waved out and a swagger about himself. Also his emotions were quite even keeled. Which was nice and rare for a change of guys coming up to radiating all the emotions of someone only looking to bone. He introduced himself as Terrance, and I gave him my name. We were talking for all of 10 minutes when Clark walked over to where we were standing, and I had just finished laughing at something Terrance had said, Clark puts his hand on my lower back and says

  “Gia darling I’ve been looking for you. Did you get the drinks? Oh who is your friend?”

I glared at him and then said “This is Terrence, Terrence this is my friend Clark.”

Clark shakes his hand but I can tell he puts just a little too much force behind it because the guy winces ever so slightly and Clark emotions go from protective, jealous to pleased.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes and instead look at Terrence.

  “It was cool to meet you both, I’ve got to get back to my friends.”

He was scurrying away before I could even say goodbye. It was then that I dragged Clark outside.

  “What do you mean Gia?”

  “Don’t play dumb with me Alien boy.” I say the last part in a whisper and poke him in his chest.

  “I didn’t do anything.”

 “So you are going to act like you didn’t just almost break ole’ boys hand in there?”

At this he laughs slightly, but it was at least more of a genuine laugh than I had gotten from him in a few weeks.

  “I wasn’t going to break it. I just wanted to see how he held up. If he even wants the potential to be in your life he’s got to pass muster.”

  “Your muster. He passed mine just fine.”

  “You would have chewed him up and spit him back out Gia. Besides he wasn’t worthy I mean he didn’t even have his pants pulled up all the way.”

 “I told you if it’s done right is called swagger. Anyway. Like I said you are a cockblocker.”

 “Sure, you will be thanking me later from saving you from a bad decision.”

I did some kind of cross between a growl and groan and turned away starting to go back inside realizing Clark wasn’t going to get it. He stops me by gently grabbing my arm.

  “Gia wait.”

He pulls me backward to him again, I end squarely folded into his arms, with his front pressed to my back, face in the curls I left down for the night. I ignore how good this feels, the smell of him, the strength corded through his arms as he holds me tightly.

  “I am sorry Gia. I guess I just don’t want you to leave me. Tonight was supposed to be about the two of hanging out, helping me get over a heartbreak. I just didn’t want my best friend to leave me to drink alone.”

He says next to my ear and I fight off a shutter. I respond by taking a deep breath and saying.

  “I wasn’t going to leave you Clark, what kind of best friend would I be if I let you drink alone?”

I did my best to be mad, but with the way he wrapped his arms around me, the small yet sweet words he used, I was putty. He didn’t have to know how turned on I got by the sound of his voice and honestly I didn’t want to figure out why my heart was racing. If I stayed like this any longer he would figure out it wasn’t from anger.

So I pulled away from him and turned back faux mad and said

  “Come on Kent bring your ass, next round is on you...”

 One hour later:

We walked into my apartment, glad that I hadn’t left it a mess before heading over to see Clark. He trailed behind me, holding the box of cookies from the late night cookie place not far from my house. 

  “I still can’t believe we stopped for cookies at 12 in the morning.”

 “Come on Clark you know there is nothing better than a warm cookie late at night. How many times have you snuck one of your mom’s cookies at night when she was sleeping.”

He ponders

  “Touché. I didn’t even know that place existed.”

  “Yes, it’s fairly new but still awesome. My coworker told me about it and I went one night.”

I didn’t tell him my first time going was the night he showed me the ring he got for Lois and I ate way too many cookies and some vanilla ice cream then had a pity party I threw for myself.

He shakes off his jacket and I cut on a lamp in the living room. He goes over to my couch and plops down, carefully as not to break it. He opens the box of treats and starts to eat one. One of the types I picked out, even though he didn’t ask for that one when specifically asked.

I came back with bottles of water from my kitchen to find the travesty in my living room.

  “Oh hell naw! You are seriously about to get put the fuck out dude! I know you are not eating my peanut butter chocolate chip cookie.”

“There’s like 3 in here.” He shrugs not giving a care in the world and looking down at his phone.

“Yep and all three were mine Kal-El. Now I’ve got to fight you...”

At this he looks up and notices I have red energy balled up on my fingertips. He has half of the cookie left and offers it to me sheepishly, I almost knock it out his hand but that would be too much of a waste so I grab it and eat the rest and wave my hand at the tv.

  “It is so easy to forget you have powers Gia. That you are like me in some ways, but then you do little things like cut a tv on with a wave of your hand or try to kill me and I remember.”

  “I’ve been trying to tamper my use but honestly I just don’t want to look for the remote.”

  “Good reason. Now since I’m not ready to go home yet and you promised me a movie. What’s on?”

I flicked through Netflix, choosing to cast some action flick I’d been meaning to watch, knowing that anything sappy would just make Clark sad again. I put my feet on the coffee table in front of me, relaxing into the cushions finally. Honestly I wanted to put on pajamas but currently they all consisted of Clark’s shirts and short-shorts (if I even wore those) it wouldn’t be appropriate to wear around him, nor did I want him to take them back. So I stayed in my clothes and Clark had come out of his shoes, socks and the glasses he didn’t need. In a surprise move however instead of sitting straight up on his end of the couch, he lays down, head in my lap. 

Most of the time it was Lois he laid on like this or I fell asleep on his shoulder on accident, never fully intentional. I didn't jump up, instead my hands flew up to his hair and pushed it back. He emits relaxed energy and settles further in my lap. I briefly wondered how long had it been since he allowed himself to be cared for? 

We watched the movie and I polished off two cookies and we were about halfway through when an intimate scene came on in the film. My heart rate picks up slightly as the faces on scene blur slightly and I let my mind wonder to what it would be like if that was me and Clark. 

  “You know I can hear your heartbeat right?”

I push at his head playfully and he sits up, but he is much closer than before because of how  he had moved to put his head in my lap. He is smiling one of those megawatt smiles and I Want to punch him kinda but I also want to kiss him. The thought only arouses me further and I want to disappear into the couch.

  “It’s a perfectly natural reaction to the movie.”

 “Sure, this isn’t because you find Sebastian Stan attractive or anything. Sure.”

He takes a large slip of his water, smug.

  “Hey I’ve got to take my kicks where I can get them. Since someone that shall remain nameless kept scaring the guys away from me all night.”

 “All of them were looking at you like a piece of meat.”

“ Did you ever think that I wanted them too.  I mean come on, a girl has her needs.”

 “Yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to sleep with some guy you barely know because he shows you some attention.”

I look at him hurt. He had no clue I was still a virgin but that didn’t give him the right to imply I was whoring myself out to any and everyone. Even if I did he still had no right to judge me.

 “Do you really think that low of me Clark? That I sleep with everyone?”

He immediately radiates guilt and regret.

  “No I didn’t say that.”

 “You implied it. I..I think I’m going to head to bed. You can let yourself out now Kal.”

I say and realize maybe that was one of the reasons he could never see me the way I saw him. This whole time he thought I was a hoe. I get up from my position on the couch, and as my face and eyes burn from embarrassment and sadness I walk to my room, but Clark is faster, stopping in front of me to keep me from the entrance to my bedroom.

  “Clark move.”

I say, moving very quickly to the anger stage.

  “Gia wait. Please I’m sorry. I swear I wasn’t thinking of you like that. It was bad wording...”

  “If it came out that easy then you were already thinking it.”

   “I wasn’t! Honest!”

I roll my eyes and focus my energy into my hand again, having practiced just enough strength to move Clark even if he wasn’t willing. I was proud of myself when he actually moved and I had enough time to get into my room, close and lock the door.

  “Fucking Jackass.” I whisper to the empty room.

 I don’t wait to hear the door close, settling on a hot shower to get all the grime and dirt off of me from sitting in a smoky , sweaty bar half the night. I chastised myself the entire time I was in the shower looking back on all the times we laughed together, me possibly making a sex related joke or dirty throw away comment and realizing he had been thinking that of me the entire time. I grabbed an old shirt and shorts for bed, glad that bras were not required for being in your own home. I cut off the light to en-suite bathroom and jumped nearly a foot finding Clark sitting in my accent chair next to the now open window.

  “Goddamnit  Kal-El you scared the shit out of me. How did you get in here?”

   “You should really keep your windows locked, I mean there are so many weird folks out here that could want to hurt you. Trust me I hear most of them.”

  “Well I can deal with most creepers just like I thought I had dealt with the one standing in my room right now.”

I say, waving my hand toward the lamp next to my bed that comes on to illuminate his face. I can feel that he’s sorry and then desire comes right behind the sorry emotions.

  “Are you wearing my shirt?”

Clark asks me suddenly, with his head turned slightly, almost in confusion and I take note as I looked down, that it was one of his royals shirts and it fell about mid-thigh, which regrettably hid my shorts.

  “I may or may not have borrowed it a while ago, but anyway that is off topic. Why are you still here?”

He comes from the other side of my bed rather quickly, but his gait is not relaxed, it is more of a proud quickstep. I called it his ‘determination’ look, and now I was nervous. Was he mad for me borrowing...stealing the shirt? His emotions didn’t read mad however. In fact they were the exact opposite, the intensity of them made me rub my thighs together slightly.

 “I was here to make you listen to my apology because you are being stubborn again and you know exactly how much I hate you being mad at me so I was going to volunteer servitude and grovel shamelessly but now I am not so sure.”

I could feel the tension in the room and I was sure I was just making it awkward for myself. So I crossed the room, away from him, and headed to my dresser, going to a drawer where I kept other nightwear that didn’t belong to Clark. I didn’t have many options but I certainly didn’t want to look at him. I bent down to get a new shirt from the drawer, quickly skipping over the other 6 shirts that belonged to him. 

 “So what aren’t you sure about Clark? I don’t give apologies for stealing a comfy shirt. Like you want it back or something? I mean at least let me toss it in the wash first.”

Grabbing a purple tank top that I hardly wore, I stood back up, jumping at the slight of Clark directly behind me in the mirror.

 “Oh I think I want it back but not after you’ve washed it.”

I haven’t turned around, choosing to stare at him from the mirror. Our eyes are locked and my face feels warm again, I fiddle with the shirt in my hand as lust begins to roll off of Clark in waves. In direct reaction to both of our emotions  swirling around I feel myself grow wet.

  “You know I’ve been looking for this shirt all over.”

 Clark steps close enough that I feel the warmth he radiates on my back. He doesn’t break eye contact as he pulls me backwards, I gasp feeling his hardness poke me in my back, seeing as he was quite a bit taller than me. He leans down his hand still on his waist, and sniffs, I let myself melt closer to him, so unsure of myself or what exactly was happening but unable to stop it. He pulls away from my hair and sniffs again.

  “You know Gia, one of the perks of being an ‘Alien boy’ as you like to call me, is that my sense of smell is fantastic. Do you have any clue what I smell now?”

I shake my head, too nervous to say the wrong thing and ruin whatever was happening.

  “I smell nothing but you. I can smell how aroused you are and it’s driving me crazy. Usually it’s faint, covered by your clothes and body washes, I can ignore it, chalk it up to you thinking of someone else. This time I can’t.”

  “Clark I am...”

  “Please don’t say you are sorry Gia. I don’t want you to be. What I want is my shirt back, now are you going to take it off or should I rip it? Although I have to say I’m partial to the first because I want more opportunities to take it off of you in the future.”

I feel my breath leave my lungs and it is almost embarrassing how quick I reach down to the hem of the shirt and pull it upwards. We were still standing in the mirror with my back to him, but with the shirt off and no bra, everything was on display. 

Clark delicately runs his fingers down my bare arms, then leans down and his lips meet my shoulders, kissing toward my neck where the junction of my shoulder and neck meet. His hands move to the front of my body, a light touch to my stomach and upwards. The mirror reflects as his large hands grip my breasts and squeeze. I moan out as my eyes drift shut, and my head falls back into his shoulder.   I grind myself backward against his hardness and he releases his own moan against my ear. His fingers from one hand drifts over a darkened nipple and then down space between my breasts, trailing down my stomach.

  “I could leave as you requested Gia, but I know you don’t want that do you?”

“No. Please stay.” I say and I free myself from his grasp as I turn around. He was still wearing the glasses so I pulled them off, sitting them on the dresser without breaking eye contact with his blue eyes that are blown so wide they are almost black. I reach up, and pull him down by the collar of his shirt, finally kissing him the way I had been dreaming about forever. 

He doesn’t break the kiss, only leans down to pick me up and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. He walks over to my bed, laying me down and following with him on top, my legs automatically opening to make space for him between them.  He stops kissing me to pull his shirt off revealing the glorious chest I had seen more times than I could count, but never in this context. I reach down to pull at my own shorts, but he stops me.

  “Allow me.”

I nod at him still nervous to speak much. I watch him pull my shorts and panties off and he stares at the glistening mound between my legs. 

  “So wet,  I bet you would leave a puddle if I picked you up.”

  “A..aaand what will you do about that Kent?”

I taunt him nervously, but it’s not as clear as it would be normally. The smirk he sends in my direction would have melted my panties if I had been wearing them, it screamed dirty. 

  “Guess I’ll have to clean it up won’t I?”

He says and leans down to kiss me again, my hands fly up into his curls, and meanwhile his hands drifts from my hips downwards to my thighs, his hands are warm and they skim up my thighs teasingly. His fingers don’t stop at my thighs and they finally land at my center., meanwhile he stops kissing my lips and his kisses begin to drift down my body. Warmth soon encloses one of my nipples, teasing me until it is taunt with his wet tongue, and one of his long digits enters me slowly. 

“Oh Clark” 

I groan and shift to look down. He takes it as encouragement and moves over to my other nipple and after a few more minutes he adds another finger, stretching me. My hips arch into his hand and as he moves them in and out I can feel myself shuttering around his fingers. I want more inside of me than just his fingers but I was still nervous about all of this. I had fooled around before, made it this far with exactly one guy before him but everything felt new with Clark. Before I had always been in control  of how I felt and what was being done, but I felt like I had none of that with Clark. He doesn’t stop kissing my chest, down my stomach, his lips meeting his fingers. 

This was new to me and as his lips made contact my hips lifted off the bed. My thighs try to drift shut, but of course Clark doesn’t allow that to happen, now using both hands to hold my thighs open, and my hands move back to his head again, desperately wanting to keep him there, with his tongue dancing around my clit.

 “Oh my god Clark!”

 “You taste so good Gia. I could stay down here and worship at the fountain of you forever.” 

My eyes roll shut again, his words making my juice flow even more, which he drinks up with a chuckle against me, the vibrations only driving me further into my pleasure. When he stops eating me out I glare at him like he’s gone mad, I had been so close. Did he not just say he wanted to drink from me forever? 

I glare at him, probably more like a pout I figured since he only laughs again. 

 “Such an attitude for someone who wants to cum.”

 “Clark, where are you going?”

I am afraid he’s finally changed his mind about all of this. 

 “I am not going anywhere beautiful. Everything I need is right here in this room.” He begins unbuckling his jeans, I watch as they slide down his thick thighs revealing his length which I immediately get intimidated by. He is long and thick and I wonder how that plans to fit inside of me? Clark’s eyes follow my eyes to where I had been staring.

 “Where is the famous Gia courage? Don’t think you can handle me?”

I can’t meet his eyes and look around the room. I was actually nervous about this moment. 

 “Actually...I don’t know if I can...I..”

Clark’s eyebrows furrow as he notices that I am no longer looking like I am going to pounce on him, but instead looks like I’m ready to bolt. Instead of climbing on top of me he lays next to me.

 “Gia why are you so nervous? You know I would never hurt you right?”

I nod and pull one hand across my chest covering myself, feeling more self conscious the longer he looks at me. I am staring at the wall opposite him.

 “I am just nervous that’s all. I’ve ne--- I have never done THIS before okay?”

He doesn’t say much for a moment and I just know he is about to get up and get dressed because somebody that looks like Clark doesn’t want someone inexperienced like me. Why would they? He had to notice all of the women at the bar staring him down all night. He had his pick and those women probably knew what to do and could give him a lot more pleasure than I could. 

Clark’s hand comes up to my face, fingers delicately touching, turning it so that I could look at him.

  “Gia. Are you saying you are a virgin?”

 “Fresh as the fallen snow on a mountain top. Kinda blows your “Gia is hoe” theory doesn’t it?”

I joke, trying to relieve the awkwardness of the room, but Clark doesn’t laugh with me.

 “ I’ve never thought that about you and please don’t deflect this... seriously. Are you sure about this? I mean that you want to do this with me?”

I nod. My mouth was too dry to speak, but Clark wasn’t letting that slide.

 “I need words from you Gia.”

The command is simple and direct but a turn on nonetheless. I don’t let it show outwardly however. 

 “Yes Clark. I’m sure. I trust you with this part of me.”

He searched my eyes for a lie, but I knew he wouldn’t find any. His demeanor changes as he kisses me, and his fingers find my opening again. He spends more time opening me up, and he swallows almost every gasp and moan from my lips, then drops back down creating a suction with his lips around my clit that send me soaring.I begin to cum around the fingers tapping that spot inside of me that make me writhe about on the bed. 

Once I come down from the high of my orgasm, I find him staring at me again, if I could I’d blush over the intensity of his gaze. 

  “You are breathtaking Gia.”

He turns and grabs his wallet from the jeans that had been unceremoniously dropped to the floor, producing a condom from inside. I can’t watch him put it on, and I know he can hear how fast my heart is racing again. Clark glides over my body and my legs open wider to make space for him again.

 “I promise I will never intentionally hurt you, but this may hurt slightly based off of what I’ve been told love.”

I brace my hands on his strong shoulders.

 “ It’s okay. Like I said I trust you.”

I feel his length slide in between my folds gathering the wetness there, before slowly guiding  himself inside of my welcoming body.  At least I thought it was welcoming, it felt like I was trying to push him out, and it felt like forever before he came to a stop. He stares at me and kisses me again, full engagement of his lips and tongue as he pushes forward, which makes me break the kiss to gasp into his mouth and whimper through the pain. I don’t even realize my face is wet until Clark wipes my face with the hand that is not holding him upwards. 

  “Breathe please Gia baby.”

I feel my chest rattle as I settle into the pain. Clark is whispering sweet nothings in my ear, and as the pain abates I cue him to move.

He moves out again slowly and as he sets a pace, the pain drifts into pleasure and my nails can’t dig into his back, as his skin doesn’t allow it, so they glide across his back. His hands glide down my body touching every part he could find.

 “Ugh Clark Faster.” 

The overwhelming sensation builds and I flutter around the hard flesh as it moves in and out of me. Clark is definitely holding back and I can tell as he thrusts me through my orgasm. The second one of the night for me and none for him. I start to feel that maybe this is a penance for him, maybe it me, or maybe even a mistake to him. His desire hadn’t gone away, as he was still hard inside of me.

 “Clark, is there a reason you haven’t… you know.”

His face is hovering above mine, his smile is wide following my question. I feel embarrassed considering I couldn’t even use the right words, despite him being inside of me at the current moment.

 “I’ve already asked you to use your words Gia.”

He pushes forward suddenly and I make some cross between as gasp and moan.

“ Fuck.”

“ Well that's a word. A dirty word, but word nonetheless.I’ll give you what you want.” 

He teases me.

 “I didn’t think anything else expressed that properly.” 

 “No? I think I can get a few more words out of you tonight. Then again as long as my name is one of them you can say whatever you want baby.”

His hands slide up the back of my thighs, ending behind my knees. He pulls them up and thrust downwards, deeply into me. My arms lock behind his neck and he obliges me to pull him down into a kiss. He thrusts harder and faster, his lips swallowing my groans and cries as we both hear how wet he is inside of me. He was so deep inside of me and I relished in the groans into my ears. 

I gave completely into the feelings of the moment, feeling Clark inside of me transcending the moment. As I flutter around him again, and he moves us higher and faster, I realize that us ...like this was what I had been waiting on…

*End flashback*

That night had been one of magic, at least at the time. Clark had taken his time and thoroughly taken me apart, and put me back together. Despite my later ramblings I never regretted that it had been him, and not just because of our son. I haven’t asked Clark if the condom broke and if it did he never told me.  I never regretted it because at the time it had been everything I didn’t know I needed and I seriously doubted it would have been that good with anyone else. 

The drive back to the manor was long but it gave me time to think. I needed to think about what I could say to Clark. How do you admit to someone that you’ve loved them like forever? One could guess you would just say it, but I didn’t know it would be that simple. I was about halfway home when a shadowy figure appeared in the middle of the road. It causes me to slam my breaks and I find myself spinning in a circle, then I was rolling, where it came to rest against a tree.

I cough roughly looking around for my phone and I am grateful that I was wearing a seat belt. I can feel that I am in extreme pain, blood dripping from my face, but with the smell of gasoline in the air. I can’t stay in this car or I will die. I use heat energy to create a blade to cut my seat belt since it jammed from the impact. I crawl myself from the driver's seat, ignoring the searing in my hands as the broken glass digs into them.   

 “Fuck.”

I say, noting that my ankle feels like it’s on fire again indicating some sort of injury. Coughing I try to see my way to the road for help as the car begins to smoke. My heart clenches as the shadowy figure walks toward me with nothing but hatred and determination on its heart.

I try to scramble away and try to toss a hasty shield but I’m too weak to manage it. 

The figure grows closer and closer, it laughs. Surprising me by being light and feminine.

It comes close enough as the car, that I had moved away from explodes. It pulls off the hood to reveal a familiar face.

 “Waa...Tracy?”

 “Long Time no see Gia. It’s time to come home.”

And with that she punches me in the face, and everything fades to black...

A/n: Boom.

No but really I truthfully need feedback on this one, because I like reading smut, but hate writing it. Had to get that Superababy here somehow huh? 

SUMMARY: Flashback of the night Kalen was conceived! Gia is forced to crash her car and is taken by someone by the name of Tracy who is familiar to Gia.

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[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz ep 400 - 404 lb

now, let’s see what fresh hell my idiot children have raised in the one week i left them unsupervised! 

ep 400 (30.10.17)

ok you know what, i reallllllly do not care about this lameass shivika plot. i didn’t care one week ago when i was watching in real time, and now one week later, i literally couldn’t give less of a fuck. ugh. already disgruntled at having to sit through this garbage. 

YOU FUCKERS SHOULD BE CONCENTRATING ON RIKARA, PAR NAHI, IDHAR BHI APNE AINVAYIII KE ISSUES. HONESTLY. THINK ABOUT SOMEONE OTHER THAN YOURSELVES FOR 4 MINUTES. AND IF YOU HAVE TO THINK ABOUT YOURSELVES, THINK PROPERLY LIKE NORMAL MARRIED COUPLES, AND GO BANG. GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD. 

ugh ok i really don’t care about anika’s nonsense mental issues when there’s literally so many other problems. fwding this bs. 

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas, rikara!!!!!!!! 

i am honestly so emosh rn. 😭😭😭

yaaaaaaas baby girl! call him out on his bs! 

ok can’t help but feel a little bad for kunal’s kamar in this scene. is it just me or is he ladkhadaayiing a bit? 

UGH GTFO SHIVIKA I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU TWO RN UNLESS YOU’RE FUCKING. 

anika has legittttttttttttt lost her goddamned mind. honestly, what the fuck have they done to my girl???? 

IS THIS HONESTLY AN ISSUE???? LIKE???? I CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE TWO ASSHOLES RIGHT NOW. JUST GTFO MY SCREEN BEFORE I RAGE QUIT WATCHING THIS EP. 

lmao ok kunal ki saaas phul rahi hai, someone give the poor boy a sec to catch his breath. 

YAS GAURI ASKKKKKKKKKKKK HIMMMMMMMM 

pffffffft, don’t even talk about shivika’s ishqbaazi rn gauri, coz... i just can’t. 

“WOH DONO EK DUSRE KO NEECHA NAHI DIKHAATE KABHI.”

ok someone needs to sit gauri down and tell her all of bade bhaiyya ke puraane paap. 

and rudra’s just going snip-happy on ajay’s car like a toddler in crafts class. best. 

ok ruvya nonsense is what i care about least in this show so fwd fwd fwd. 

this trope of shit getting stuck in each other’s jewelry and what not is literally the worst. 

OK RUDRA NEEDS TO BE GIVEN ONE TIGHT SLAP. WHY THE FUCK IS BHAVYA EVEN PUTTING UP WITH THIS BS? SHE JUST NEEDS TO TELL SHIVAAY WHAT’S UP AND GTFO THE STUPID “BOND” CLAUSE. 

god i’m just so mad at heterosexuality rn. all these ppl just need to leave each other alone already, coz together, they just make each other and everyone else miserable as fuck. 

YAS GAURI. TEAR THAT DUPATTA. FREE YOURSELF FROM THE SHACKLES OF THE HEGEMONIC INSTITUTION THAT IS MATRIMONY IN THE DESI SOCIETYYYYYYYYYYYY

why am i being forced to watch this utter TRASH that is this shivika plot? it’s literally worse than the ruvya plot. #bloodyUNSAHIKKABLE (something for my southie peeps there.) 

never thought i’d relate SO MUCH with shivaay during an argument, but hey, here we are. matlab facepalm kar kar ke mera toh mooh hi laal ho gaya hai. 

ok what even is this editing? ffs, kuch toh transition effect daalo scenes ke beech mein. 

oh gauriiiiiiii, my baby girl, don’t cryyyyyyyyy. mera dillll jaltaaa haiiiiii. i can’t bear to see you like this. 😥😥😥😢😢😢

ok i can’t bear his crying either, but he deserves to cry a little, so dil pe patthar rakh ke seh loongi main. 

GOD SRSLY ANIKA YOU NEED TO GROW UP. 

great. usko bhi pakad ke taana and issue. shivaay just leave her be. let her go eat something and she’ll calm the fuck down in time and come find you. 🙄🙄🙄

i’m just fwding this garbage, because after EVERYTHING they went though, if she still doesn’t trust him, phir mujhe kuch nahi kehna. honestly, so done with this. 

ok just in case i didn’t hate men enough in this episode, ajay’s here to MAKE SURE ki koi kasar reh toh nahi gayi. 😒😒😒

okay fuckkkkk offf shitty ajayyyyyyy, with your crappy unibrow. 

OMFG HAATH LAGAAYA, SAALE KAMEENE HIMMAT KAISE HUIIIIII KAAAT KE GANDE NAALI MEIN NA PHENK DOON MAIN

ok this grownass man has been TOLD the issue to his face and he’s still like “idk why she’s mad at me?????” why are men like thisssss????? 

god why won’t this shitty ass episode enddddddddddddddd??? 400th episode my ass. 

waah, bhavya’s gonna solve the mysteries of the feminine mind for bhaiyya. 

lol this little golu molu baby sardar. what a cutie. 

this show really nails their casting of kids. highly surprising how all of them are non annoying. 

YOU KNOW HOW YOU CAN BRING BACK HER KHOYA HUA CONFIDENCE? BY SEXING HER. SO PLEASE. GET TO IT. MATLAB, TUM AADMI HO YA PAJAMA?!!?!

GOD FINALLLLLLLLLLY THIS DAMN EPISODE IS FUCKING OVER. HALLELUJAH. 

ep 401 (31.10.17)

aaaaaaaand golu molu is back. 

shivaay, don’t you have enough issues in your life???? ek aur issue ke beech mein taang adaa rahe ho???? go talk to your stupid wife.  

... is there a reason he got outta costume for this???? 

and god the ugly blue filter. hate. HAAAAAAAAATE. WHY DO THEY USE IT EVERY TIME THESE TWO HAVE A SCENE IN THIS LOCATION????? IT’S SO FUCKING UGLY. 

man do i haaaave to watch this???? he’s just gonna be all i promise ill love you when you’re old and blah blah blah physical looks don’t matter dil matters and blah blah. 

“i’m not trying, i AM cute.” 

pffffffffft. ek toh overconfidence ki hadh. you’re not even that cute. doosra, bebe!Anika is this close to taking off her chandni and beating all the cute outta you. 

my god i cannot be gladder than i am to be utterly single rn, coz jesus above, being in a relationship looks fucking exhausting. yahaan mujhse apne emotions aur issues jhele nahi jaate, and you have to be deal with someone elses’ neuroses too???? no thanks. 

i am baby!sardar and he is me. utterly sick of these ppl and screaming “meri jaan baksh do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

called shivaay’s nonsense speech almost down to the word. not feeling particularly proud about it tho, coz that just means the writing of this show is just thaaaaat thakela. 

OMG ANIKA WHICH OTHER WOMAN WOULD EVEN WANT THIS STUPID GODFORSAKEN DEMON OF A MAN?????????? HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF THAT????????? THAT LITERALLY NO OTHER WOMAN IN ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH CAN TOLERATE HIM????? 

ok i swear to god rudra needs to get hit by a bus or something. #freeBhavya

WHY WON’T THIS STUPID SCENE END OMG

fwding. don’t care. gimme gauri. NOW. NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW. 

OOOOH. WHY’S BULBUL COMING TO OMKI????? is she realising that she’d rather be married to repentant hottie shaayar rather than ugly unibrow handsy fucker???

ok. clue has been given that richa is the reason. use your goddamn brain now, omki. 

god his sexyyyyy agony whisper voice. it’s doing things to meeeeeeee. 😍😍😍

haaaaaye his face. be still my beating heart. 

of course. ajay is daksh 2.0, but not even half as entertaining. 

i miss daksh, man. after svetlana, he’s the most lolz delivering waala villain this show has ever had. 

OK WHAT EVEN IS THIS OUTFIT GAURI IS WEARING LORD ABOVE NA SAR HAI NA PAIR, JAANE KAISE TEEN CHAAR CHICHDE JOD DIYE HAI AUR USKO “OUTFIT” BULA RAHE HO

angsty sexyyyyyyyyyyyyy eyes are being maaaaaade. 😭😭😭

and ugly ajay is noticinggg and grinding his teeth all shivaay-style. 

ughhhhh ajay you’re the fucking worst. i really fucking hope the oberois go to town on you and repeatedly kick you in the nuts. 

ok shivaay’s outfit has actually made me go blind and i’m now watching this episode with my mann ki aankhein. 😣😣😣

shivaay still can’t understand the concept of consent and free will. honestly, i think this idiot needs to have the point beaten into him. 

aisi time par bhi isko shayari sooj rahi hai. emo!maxxxxx only my son is. 

“mujhse vaada karo hum aur kuch nahi karenge.”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BOY DO YOU NOT KNOW YOUR OBEROI KIN AT ALL??????? SHAADI KHUD KI HO YA KISI AUR KI, TAMASHA TOH KARNA HI HAI! 

omfgggggggg anika, COZ PYAAAR (woh bhi aisa ek number ka ghatiyaaaa “pyaar”) ISN’T EVERYTHING IN LIFE OK????  

ok anika just don’t give a fuck anymoreeee. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaand the wig is offfff.

why’s gauri shocked? she fully knew anika was here? they slept in the same bed??? 

ajay is the shivaay of bareilly. all authoritative and shouty and shiz. pity that the real shivaay is here, and about to teach him how it’s really done. 

LMAO MAAAAAAAAAA IS LIKE “I DIDN’T KNOW NOTHING! MAIN TOH ALLAH MIYAAN KI GAAAIII HOON!!” 😂😂😂😂

shivaay’s having a haaaaaard time controlling himself. teeth grinding and eye rolling to the max. 

lololololololol looks like ajay’s maa itself shall be cockblocking him. 

“THA NAHI. HOON.” 

daaaaaaaaaayum son! 

LMAO SHIVAAY’S FACE LIKE “I TRIED, MAN. I TRIED.” 

styyyyyylish and tadi-filled removal of pagdis and wigs. 

god kunal, tumhe koi haq nahi banta ki tum itne khoobsurat lago. NOT FAIR! 😫😫😫😫

lol nakuul’s champu hair, compared to the other two’s faaaaaahbulous, totally-unaffected-by-pagdi hair. 

obligatory ‘haaye my beautiful boys!’ waala shot. 😍😍😍

gauri be like WHY ARE MY SASURAAL WAALE SUCH FREAKSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OMG

EP 402 (01.11.17)

LMAO like whaaaaaaaat trip is ajay even on? she’s HIS wife, not yours. what “cheeeen lega” and all??? kuch bhi. chal hatt, chutiya kahinka. 

can’t wait for obros to hand ajay’s ass to him. coz he’s quite honestly asking for it. 

hee hee hee, i shall always get a kick outta shivaay jumping men who have like at least half a foot on him and trying to fight them. my smol fighty baby. 

OMFG OMKARA KO CHAANTA. AB TOH NAHI BACHEGA TU BETA. AB TOH TICKET KATAA HI LE WAAPSI KI. 

WHY’S RUDRA STOPPING SHIVAAY???? BRO, YOU’RE SUPP TO JUMP AJAY TOO???? MY GOD, NIKKAMMA KA NIKAMMA ONLY THIS IDIOT BOY IS. WHEN YOU GONNA START PULLING YOUR DAMN WEIGHT AROUND HERE, ASSHOLE???????????????

awwww man shivaay’s face is making me cryyyyyyyyyyyyyy. 😭😭😭😭

OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGG BULBUL CALLING OUT TO BADE BHAIYYE #MYBROTPLIVES #shivriHameshaAmarRahe

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAS BITCCCCCCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

ab baby bulbul ne aadesh diya hai tohhh... 

lol bulbul’s bloodlust will not be satisfied with just the one obro. she wants them ALL to go to town on these bareilly bastards. and that’s allllllllll the encouragement hubs needs. 

how awesome is this shot of bulbul and her three protectors tho! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

gimme some shots of anika and bhavya kicking ass too plz??? 

ugh no, they’re relegated to cheerleaders. how lame. 

LMAO GAURI’S HAPPINESS AT THE CHAOS, FADING AWAY AT RICHA/MUKESH’S WTF FACES HAHAHAHA

shivaay’s like bro i’ve had enough of this small town bs. can we gtfo here pls? 

god i realllllly hate gauri’s outfit. it’s drowninggggg her tiny frame. 

“hum waapas nahi jaa sakte.” 

lmao everyone’s faces like “behen itna maar dhaar karne se pehle nahi bol sakti thi???? phukat mein energy waste.”  

i really love how shivaay is having waaaaaaay more of a devastated reaction than om at gauri not coming back. 

protip to shivaay: just legally adopt gauri (like you did sahil), so she’ll be your sister no matter what the fuck goes on in the rikara marriage. 

... we’re back in OM? 

oh yes we are. unless shivaay authoritatively makes hot chocolate for ppl in others’ kitchens as well. 

ok that sleeved vest looks really bad under THAT kurta, shivaay. 

shivaay, ever heard of giving someone (anyone!) personal space? no? ok cool. 

CAN A MAN ANGSTILY MOPE IN THE DARK ABOUT HIS WIFE MARRYING SOMEONE ELSE IN PEACE? PLEASE???!?!?!!!!!!

heavy vibes of post-ishaana kadhi-chawal scene no? 

still one of my eternal fave obro scenes. (“main iss baare mein baat nahi karna chahta!” *talks about it for 2 hours*)

“hota hai.”

haan is ghar mein toh aksar hota hai, ki biwi kisi aur se shaadi karne chali jaati hai, lekin NORMAL LOGON KE SAATH aisa nahi hota. 

oh boyyyyyy, shivaay ke khurafaati dimaag mein idea. 

meanwhile gauri is doing full intezaam of bhaagna from there. 

gosh gauri, since when are you such a terrible liar???

maa is doing everything she can to cover bitiyaa’s ass. love it. 

ajayyyyy doesn’t even wanna marry her???? then why’s he so insistenttttt????? 

STOP LYING TO HER SHIVAAY. FOR FUCKS SAKE HAVE YOU LEARNTTTTTTTTT NOTHINGGGGGG. GOD. 

“shankar ji apni chiraiyya ka dhyaan rakhlenge.”

YUP. IN THE FORM OF BADE BHAIYAAAAAA. WHO’S FLYING OVER AS WE SPEAK TO SAVE HIS BABY BIRD. 

omg how daaaaaaare he LIE TO HER FACE LIKE THIS. BITCH, ONE. YOU A HELLA SUCKY LIAR. AND TWO. SHE KNOWS YOUR DUMB ASS BETTER THAN YOU KNOW YOURSELF. 

“WE GOT OURSELVES A BULBUL TO KIDNAP.”

god this asshole really going to fucking kidnap gauri. srsly, it’s like he learned nothing from his first wedding. 

“yaar hum raat ko ghee lene jaa rahe hai????” 

LOLOLOL

fuck, my hearttttttttttt. god i love these stupidass boys so much. 

ooooooooooh gauri is overhearinggggg. 

YAAAAAAAAAS BULBUL YOU BEAT THE F OUTTA THIS ASSHOLE. 

pffffffffft, oh nowwwww she wants to call omkiiiiiii. 

of course he won’t pick up. girl, this is why you should depend on no man. 

ugh the cgi for the helicopter is so terrible. 

lol gauri has emptied her whole wardrobe into making escape waali rassi. she’s seen golmaal (puraana waala, not the chutiya new ones) one too many times i think. 

pffffffffffft waise toh bada kidnapping ka plan bana raha tha??? karne ka time aaya toh shivaay is just standing there frozen and other two just pushed him to side and moved on. 

LMAO HER INNER MONOLOGUE I LOVE GAURIIIIIIIIIII SO MUCH 

LOLOLOLOL HE WAS GONNA BUST INTO A SHER AND RUDRA’S FRUSTRATION

“YEH KAISA AADMI HAI???? BHAABI MUBARAK HO, HUM AAPKO KIDNAP KARNE AAYE HAI.” LMAOOOOOOOOOO

be still my beating heart! 😍😍😍😍

omfg ommmmmmmmmm you idiot her headdddddddddd!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand great. ajay and minions are here. ugh. 

obros exchanging “it’s go time!!!!!!” faces. 

wow. that was hella easy. 

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wow, gauri still hasn’t regained consciousness? maybe you shoulda taken her to a doctor for a ct scan or something first.

“bhaiyya, aur koi illegal kaam karna hai ya main sone jaaon?” LMAO 

anika’s detective dimaag is on during half-sleep also. AMAZING. 

but never fearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! billu’s here to romance it outta her. haaaaaaye.

ugh. fuck these two ridiculously attractive assholes who won’t bang and insist on killing me with sexual tension. 

uh ohhhhhhhh, billu made a boo boo! wife is on to him!

omg look how tiny shrenu’s feeeeet are! 

ugh my heart. can these two just be happy now... pleaseeeee. they’re the life raft i have to tie myself to now that shivika are... just... idk what. 

snort. fucking idiot. 

“japan mere zehen main hai kyunki it’s my favt. country. wahan ki jo mount fuji hai na, it’s a really good mountain! mujhe wahan ka khaana bhi bohut pasand hai!”

LMAO WHAT IS THIS A NIBANDH HE WROTE FOR INTERNATIONAL DAY AT SCHOOL????? 

omfggggg “sabudaana vada khaaya hai tumne japan ka???” hahahahahahaha

I NEED SPACE?????? BITCH GO MAKE AN OBEROI COLONY ON MARS THEN. BADA AAYA SPACE MAANGNE WAALA. 

IDGI???? WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TELL HER GAURI’S IN THE HOUSE???? WHAT DOES IT EVEN MATTER????? 

goddddd anika, why must you discuss all your marriage matters with some other person???? 

lol anika calling bhavya out on knowing rudra wasn’t home last night haha

ouffffff anika, you really need to get a hobby. like, take up watercolours. or knitting. maybe get a pet. horseriding?you need SOMETHING to distract you from the fuckery that is this house and your weirdass marriage. 

LMAO RUDRA “usually kidnapping ke baad phiroti ke liye call karte hai. main karoon kya???” 

“BIWI HAI MERI, GHADDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 😂😂😂😂

“we have to keep it under wraps”... MAYBE START BY CLOSING YOUR DAMN DOOR?!?!!?!? 

lolololol man i’m loving the return of omRu scenes. i reallyyyyy missed these two together. 

OMFG OM EK TOH SHE’S UNCONSCIOUS UPAR SE YOU’RE WRAPPING HER AND STASHING HER IN A CUPBOARD????

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the sisters are here. with their shak waali nazrein. 

the face on an honest man who isn’t lying his pants off. amazing. 

oh hooooooo anikaaaa, you’re so annoyinggggg when you get like this. 

pfffffffft. brothers are here. ab hoga tamasha. 

LMAO AND TAMASHAAA IT IS. THE WAY HE FAINTED ONTO THE BED HAHAHAHAH 

ouff the amount of nautanki. 

LMAO THE WAY HE GOT UP ALL FINE AND THEN REMEMBERED HE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE AND FELL AGAIN LOLOLOLOL

lol for first time rudra is doing bagaavat against his eternal master bhaabi

OMFG THE WAY RUDRA JUST PICKED HIM UP AND TOOK HIM I AM DYING HAHAHAHAHA

ohhhhh boy she’s going back into om’s room. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand caught! 

OMFG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA “DEKHO KAUN AAYA HAI!!!! GAURI! AA GAYI!” HAHAHAHAHHAHHA I AM FUCKING DYING OMG HAHAHAHAHA

ok, what exactly is anika’s problem here? she also wanted gauri to come back? matlab... i really don’t get her newfangled issues these days. 

kabhi nahi socha tha ki yeh din bhi dekhne padenge where i’d be on shivaay’s side during arguments. waah re prabhu, teri leela. 

gauri’s having a legit “main kahaaan hoon?” moment. 

great anika has taken her lecturebaaazi outside to the devars. she’s really getting on my last nerve these days. 

like i get her point and all, but behen, tum apne buddhi waale dhong se kaunsa usko izzat-o-aabroo se lene gayi thi???? matlab kuchhhhh bhi.

lmao anika ki toh tain tain phisssssssssssss ho gayiiii. 

and lolololol look at this idiot boy who’s not even hugging her back, he’s just like OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO SOMEONE TELL ME?!?!!?!?! 

lmao shivaay’s look of triumph. he’s literally likeeeee 

ouff ok gauri, heavy on the mythological references this early in the morning. 

lmaoooo shivaay knocking om on the back for the patti thing. matlab, when sso thinks you’re being a little extra, know you’ve gone truly overboard. 

ugh ok she forgave him already??? itnaaa bhi lightly nahi jhaadna tha matter ko. 

anika be like behen, y u no tell plan? ainvayiiii mein moral science lecture diye phir rahi thi.

ok i really thought the anika learns about gauri title was about the chutki secret, but siiiiiiiiigh. 

aaaaaand these two are fighting. 

“aise hi rehna hai???? sudharna nahi hai???” 

lol 1 crore ka sawaal pooch diya tumne anikaaaa

god you two, this relationship is fucking exhausting and i’m just a passive witness to it. I CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE BEING IN IT.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND THERE GO THE PHONES. 

ep 404 (03.11.17)

servants of the house be thinking ‘itne din se kitchen achcha khaasa saaf-sutra tha. lo aa gaye phir gandh machaane.’

godddddddddddddd rudra’s besura singing.

shivaay’s being hella relatable these days.

ok i really don’t like this shakki biwi nonsense of anika’s. like, stop ruining my girl pls. 

awwww my chiraiyya and her bhaujai. 

um, why is this person dressed literally in pinky’s clothes??? 

ok i don’t caaaaaaaaare about this nonsenseeeeee. fwding. 

what even is happening?? you two have been married for like 3 hours and are still fucking up on a minute by minute basis. bade aaye rudra ko marriage advice dene waale. 

I HATE THIS GARBAGE TROPE OF MEN IN DRAG ON INDIAN TV. DAMN YOU KAPIL SHARMA FOR STARTING THIS NONSENSE. A PLAGUE UPON YOUR (ILLEGALLY CONSTRUCTED) HOUSE!

lol shivaay and om inspecting the custard in the bg as if it’s some huuuuge lab experiment or something. 

..... god anikaaaa, you’re a fucking idiot. 

lmao bhavya’s such an enabler. 

ouffff gauri, not you toooooooooooo. 

anika idiot, custard toh lekar bhaagti. 

he’s not gonna catch her. and this is gonna create a huge big raita. *siiiiiiiiiigh*

calllled it. 

bhavya, my sweet, please find yourself a better man. you deserve sooooooooooo much better. 

OMFG SHIVAAY PUT THE FUCKING PLATE DOWN. FUCKING IDIOT. 

GOD THIS IS THE STUPIDEST PLOT EVER ITS FUCKING 4 AM WHY AM I WATCHING THIS GARBAGE 

NOWWWWWWWWW WE TALKINGGGGGG 😏😏😏😏

oooooooooooooooh the chutkiiiiiiii photooooooooooooooo. 

SHE’S IN THE SAME HOUSE WITH YOU. SHE’S MISSED YOU TOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BABIESSSSSSS!!!! MY TWO GIRLSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

EVERY TIME I THINK OF THEM BEING SISTERS FOR REAL, MY HEART OVERFLOWS WITH FEELS

abbe, seedha seedha custard deke jaa na; yeh senti waala lecture kisko sunna hai.

that custard is fucking LIQUID. matlab, set hone tak toh sabrrr karta bro???? 

GOD I HATE THIS NONSENSE OF THE GIRL SAYING SOMETHING WHEN SHE MEANS SOMETHING ELSE. I KNOW WE DO THIS SHIT A LOT BUT WE REALLY GOTTA STOP. MEN DON’T UNDERSTAND IT THE WAY OTHER GIRLS DO. THEY JUST DON’T. SO STOP IT. 

“400 episode ho gaye lekin anika abhi bhi yehi keh rahi hai ki SHIVAAAAY AAAP KYAAAA KAR RAHE HAI???”

i would laugh at the meta but i am too angry that you haven’t as much as made outttttttt yet. what the everlovingggg fuckkkkkkk. you ppl better bang before ep 500 so help me god. SO HELP ME GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ouffffff rudra, ever heard of personal space? you’re the worst. dafaaaa ho!

oh haaaaaaaaaai abhayyyyyy, you hotass demonchild. how you been???? actually, fuck you, where’s my girl tanya and how’s she been???? 

THIS IS LITERALLY DOODH AND JAM THAT HE’S FEEDING HER. LIKE.... IT’S ANNOYINGGGGG ME YOUGAIZ. IT’S ANNOYING ME SO MUCH. 

dayummmm, omki making sex eyes at wife. will i get my tharak fulfilled here first????? will omki shomki and chutki maarofy baazi first?!?!?! 

OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!! I JUST MIGHTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! 😯😯😯

OMG FUCK YOU RUDRA MAY YOU NEVER HAVE ANOTHER ORGASM IN YOUR LIFE EVER AGAIN YOU STUPID COCKBLOCKER 😡😡😡😡

lmaooooo om’s glee when rudra finally left. i love this idiot child so much. 

UGH BAATEIN?!?!?!!? WHO THE FUCK CARES ABOUT BAATEIN?????GET BACK TO THE MAKING OUTTTTTTTTTTTT YOU STUPID NERDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

[desforprez]

The Wise and Untamed

Chapter Twenty-One: Red Alert

Carina sat beside Cher as they watched Rezor walk back and forth in the living room. Myra and Ben were sitting somewhere in the kitchen talking quietly as Rezor taught the two girls. “Being a Ferox is about learning how to control your demon. You are one with your demon. However, depending on the demon you have, they think it’s their right to control you.” Rezor gave Cher a hard gaze. “Stray will not control you. You need to learn how to work alongside her or learn how to keep her under control. It’s only a matter of time before Stray decides she’s tired of staying on the sidelines.”

“How am I supposed to get along with Stray? You heard her. She thinks I’m a puppet,” Cher muttered.

“Then you’ll have to control her.”

“But I don’t want to control her! I just… I want to actually get along with her.” Cher shot a glance at Carina. “I want what Carina and Vexx have.”

“Cher, out of the twenty-one years of my life, this is the longest Vexx and I have gotten along and she hasn’t threatened to snap my neck yet. You’re not always going to get along with your demon.” Cher gave Carina a small pout and the Elite Ferox chuckled at her adorableness.

“Well, how can I get along with her if she only sees me as a toy?”

“You’ll have to ease into that stage, but until then, you’re going to have to control her,” Rezor sighed. Cher bowed her head when she realized he was right. “Since Stray is a lot more stronger than you, then-”

“Come on, Knox, it’ll look great!” Dahlia’s voice giggled through the walls.

“I’m not wearing that ridiculous outfit!”

“Please? For me?”

“Hell no!”

“You can’t wear a simple outfit for your own wife?”

“What part of this is simple and how are you my wife if we didn’t get married?!” Carina pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh then looked up at Rezor to see him doing the same.

“Carina, tell your friends to shut up.” Carina gave him a nod before walking over to Cher’s room. She opened the door and gave them a look.

“Will you two be quiet? We’re trying to…” She trailed off when the sight of Knox wearing a cowboy suit made her stop in her tracks. His abs were exposed through the open section of his vest and he slowly hid under his hat to hide the look of embarrassment on his face. Dahlia was a squealing mess and twirled around him with glee. “...What the hell are you wearing?”

“Shut up! This is a one-time thing!” Knox spat. Carina held back a laugh and rolled her eyes.

“Well, be quiet. We’re trying to learn how to control Stray,” she chuckled. She closed the door before walking back into the living room only to see Rezor heading out the door. “Wait! Where are you going?”

“Spiro needs my help. I’m just gonna let her have a walk in the forest. I’ll be back.” Carina gave him a soft smile and nodded.

“Be safe.”

Rezor walked deeper into the forest and took a quick look at his surroundings. “Alright, Spiro. You can come out now.” He released his hold on his body before allowing Spiro to transform. She heaved a sigh and aimlessly wandered around. “You wanna talk?”

“I just-!... I need a minute.” Rezor gave her a brief nod and settled on looking around. They continued on in silence, not really acknowledging anything around them.

“Is it one of those days again?”

“It’s always one of those days!” Spiro snarled. “I don’t know how long I can take this! Why can’t everyone understand I can’t just change my emotions like they’re a goddamn switch?” Rezor softly sighed as he patiently listened to her rant. “They’re always complaining how I’m not as snarky and cheerful like I want them to think, then when I show them who I really am, they think I act depressed just so I could gain their attention. What the fuck do you want from me?! Do you want me to be my true, depressed self, or that fake bitch you all go to for a drink or fun time?”

“I know. I’m here for you,” Rezor murmured. Spiro clenched her fists and sat down on a boulder as she exhaled a frustrated breath.

“Some days, I really do feel like the person they want me to be. I genuinely laugh and smile, but at the end of the day, I think to myself, is that really me? Or have I pretended to be that person for so long, I even fooled myself? I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t think I’ve ever known.”

“Spiro, I know this is hard for you. I know you think I’m just trying to make you feel better, but I’ve been there. I know how it feels to lie to everyone and yourself. If it makes you feel better, you don’t have to lie to me. If you’re depressed, then come talk to me. If you actually feel happy, then tell me how awesome your day’s been. Whatever it is, I will always be there. I’ll never leave.” Spiro finally allowed a smile on her face. “Let me back so I can finish up my lesson with Cher. We’ll talk later.” Once he was back in control, his phone rang in his pocket. He narrowed his eyes when he saw a call from Charles and picked it up to answer. “Hello?”

“Rezor, get to the camp. Now.”

Carina kept an eye on Cher as she watched TV. “What do you mean Stray’s watching Cher?! Why does she need to watch her?!”

“You think I'm not trying to figure that out? I have Nikita looking for info right now as we speak,” Vexx grumbled. Carina heaved a sigh and rubbed her forehead. “Carina, you need to keep an eye on her. Watch any sudden changes in her behavior or movements. Stray isn't just known as a troublemaker. She has a history of damaging her Ferox. Cher’s at risk of developing a mental disorder or even thinking about suicide.” Carina widened her eyes in horror. “Protect Cher from Stray.”

“Hey, Carina? Are you okay?” Carina jumped in surprise and looked over at Cher who stared back at her in concern. “You seem kinda stressed.”

“I’m fine. Don't worry about me,” she murmured. Cher turned around to fully face her and gave her a look.

“You may be all strong and brave, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you suffer on you’re own with your feelings. If you’re hurting, then I need you to talk to me so I can help. You’re my friend, so let me try to make you feel better.” Carina lowered her chin and tried to hide the blush and smile on her face. Cher chuckled then turned back around to watch the TV. “When you're ready to talk, I'm here.”

“Okay.” Carina kept an eye on Cher for a moment before looking down at her phone when it vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out to answer and was greeted by the sounds of heavy breathing. “Hello?”

“Get to the camp!” Rezor ordered. Carina jumped to her feet at that order and hurried to put on her shoes.

“What’s going on?” she asked. Cher noticed the sudden change in mood and got up as well.

“Helios is attacking the camp!” Carina widened her eyes in horror and clenched her fists in rage. She didn’t realize she was biting her lip until the bitter taste of blood made her cringe. “Hurry! There could be more Misers!”

“I’m on my way.” She hung up before running down the hall to Cher’s room.

“Carina, what’s wrong?” Cher called. Carina burst open the door to see Dahlia and Knox sitting on the bed watching a show.

“We need to leave! The camp is under attack!” They both widened their eyes and Carina ran back into the living room only to see Myra and Ben looking at everyone with concerned eyes. “Thank you for allowing us to stay, but we’re needed back at the Union.”

“We already heard what’s going on,” Ben snapped. “If Helios is there, we don’t want you all to fight! You have to-”

“I’m not running from Helios,” Carina snarled, giving him a hard glare. Myra and Ben widened their eyes when they saw the look in her gaze and she ran out the room with Dahlia and Knox behind. Cher watched the others go before she went to place on her shoes.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ben demanded.

“I can’t just sit here while they go out and fight!”

“You’ll get hurt! I won’t allow you to go!” Cher gritted her teeth and gave him a glare.

“I don’t care what you say. I made a vow to Carina. I’m her Sacratus and she’s not going to put her life in danger without me. We’re a team.” She gave them one final look before sprinting out the door.

Cher finally made it to the Union’s territory and sounds of sirens filled her ears. She cringed at the sharp sounds blaring through her eardrums and once she got closer to the camp, the unmistakable sounds of Misers and battling demons made her skin crawl.

She widened her eyes in horror when more Misers poured through the entrance and she looked around for another way in. Feeling her way on the outer sides of the camp, she soon discovered a small entrance between two houses. She slid in between the small space before being greeted by a Miser sprinting past towards a demon who was ready with an attack of his own.

Cher searched frantically around for Carina or the others and widened her eyes when she saw a child crouching under a porch wailing in fear for his mother while a Miser tried to claw him out. She inhaled a deep breath before running through the chaos and dodging flying Misers and demons.

She yelped in surprise when fire erupted beside her and she grabbed a wheel that was laying on the ground nearby a broken down wagon. She coughed up smoke from her lungs and turned to the Miser while throwing the wheel at its head. The Miser jerked back at the sudden attack then turned to her with snarling fangs and a growl rumbling in its throat. Okay, bad idea, bad idea! She looked around for any cover to get to, but the Miser already charged for her.

Before she could move, feathers engulfed her vision and she was knocked safely out of the way of the Miser’s attack. She gazed at the demon who saved her to see Nikita with Knox not far behind her. “Heya, Cher! Fancy seeing you here,” she smirked. She grunted as she blocked a tentacle swinging at her and gave Cher a serious look. “Grab that kid and look for cover!”

“Where’s Carina?”

“She’s with Rezor-” Nikita broke off when the Miser took another swing at her and she dodged, “-by the clinic! They’re making sure the patients are safe!” Cher gave her a nod of thanks then hurried over to the boy under the porch. He looked up at her with wide, watery eyes and Cher beckoned him out.

“Come on. I’ll take you to your mother,” she murmured. The boy’s eyes watered even more and he shook his head with a whimper. Cher squinted at him in confusion then noticed the lifeless body beside him. She widened her eyes in horror and turned back to the boy with sympathy. “Let’s get you somewhere safe.” She held her hand out for the boy to grab and he hesitated before slowly following her out. She picked him up and took off running through the camp. Her eyes darted back and forth to make sure no threat was coming and skidded to a halt when fire engulfed the building beside them. The child screamed in terror and Cher quickly turned her body to protect him from the flying sparks. She winced when the debris burnt her back and hurried down to the clinic.

Soon enough, they made it to the clinic and saw Vexx and Spiro keeping the Misers out of the entrance, Vexx fighting with rage while Spiro keeping her from being too reckless. “Vexx!” Vexx turned to Cher at the sound of her voice and beckoned to the clinic when she saw the boy. Cher moved around her and the Misers before placing the boy inside and giving him a soft smile. “You’re safe now. Just stay here,” she murmured. The boy gave her a nod before she closed the door and ran out to Vexx. “What do I need to do?”

“Get back in the clinic!”

“But I can help!”

“You’ll only get in my way!” Cher winced at the glare Vexx gave her before she turned to the Miser. The Malus bowed her head in shame when Vexx continued to fight before a shiver of fear ran down her spine when a roar stood out from the rest. Vexx seemed to tense as she slowly turned to the source of the noise. Cher widened her eyes when she looked as well.

“Helios…” The Mother of Misers made her way through the chaos and paid no attention to the demons that lunged at her. She wore a sly grin on her face and used her tentacles to slam the demons into buildings or the ground. Cher noticed she was heading out the entrance and Vexx took off after her.

“You’re not getting away from me!”

“Vexx, wait!” Spiro called. They took off running after the Sin of Wrath and Cher glanced over to see Nikita carrying Knox as they followed. She gasped when Spiro also picked her up when she noticed Cher falling behind and the Malus ducked her head low to avoid the exploding debris hitting her in the face.

They finally made it outside of camp and Vexx chased Helios through the forest. Nikita was right behind them and she gaped at Vexx in dismay. “We have to get to her before she gets herself killed!”

“Don’t think that. She’s not called the Sin of Wrath for nothing,” Spiro murmured. Nikita still looked worried and skidded to a halt when Vexx was flung into a tree. “Vexx!” Spiro placed Cher down before running over to help with Nikita by her side. Knox grabbed Cher’s arm and beckoned to a tree.

“We’ll be safe up there. Come on.” She gave him a nod before following him up the tree and watching the four demons fight below.

[itsclydebitches]

Summary:

“He likes this song.”

“How can you possibly know that?”

In which Cisco is given seven months to fall in love with Barry Allen. It’s admittedly a little weird - what with Barry being unconscious and all - but since when was anything normal nowadays?

Fandom: The Flash (TV show)

Words: 12,487

Warnings: None

Pairings: Barry/Cisco

Where to Read it: Below the cut or on AO3 (AO3 recommended for formatting) 

A/N: FINAL CHAPTER WOO! I’m happy with this fic and glad to see it completed :D

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Worth the Wait: Chapter Five 

Barry didn’t wake up for a long time.

Four more months, to be exact.

In that time they fell back into routines, and though things had stabilized, they certainly weren’t boring. Or corrosive. Cisco still caught Caitlin crying down in the pipeline sometimes, though he could also get her to join him for lunch too. Dr. Wells still threw words like knives and kept to himself more often than not, but he also had small smiles and words of praise to dole out.

Together they painstakingly catalogued every piece of Barry’s health, just waiting for the day they might get to do something with it, and Cisco was now more sure than ever that that day would indeed come. Together they learned to ride out the times he only appeared to be dying and not to get too hopeful when he looked like someone just about to wake. Cisco began regular movie nights that Caitlin said would be very beneficial for Barry’s mental health and Dr. Wells watched awkwardly from his office; not willing to fully join in, less willing to leave. They marked Barry’s birthday on their calendars—March 19th, an unexpectedly warm afternoon—and invited Joe and Iris into the lab for cake and shared stories. Caitlin began running her hand through Barry’s hair with undisguised affection. Dr. Wells kept up his physical therapy with religious care. Cisco planted quick, passing kisses on his forehead or cheek that he didn’t bother to hide anymore. No one called him on it.

He didn’t lie to himself anymore either. Cisco had a picture of the four of them (stolen from the security feed) as his phone background and he’d re-entered Barry’s birthday for the following year. He spoke to him more than he ever had his family and had on a few memorable nights cried on Barry’s shoulder. He’d finished his Suit—nearly—and the measurements were perfectly tailored for the gangly guy sleeping upstairs.

Cisco thought Barry was wonderful. He was just waiting to tell him that.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen Spirited Away,” he said, gesturing with his coke. Cisco was squeezed onto the bed next to Barry, the two of them pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, thigh-to-thigh, with the laptop settled halfway between them. There were no more monitors to avoid, considering they were all basically useless. Caitlin said the physical contact would do him more good.

She hadn’t bothered to clarify which ‘him’ she meant.

“I mean, I’m assuming,” Cisco continued. “It wasn’t on that Top 100 list you made and, ha, obviously it should be, which can only mean you haven’t seen it, which is a crime. Here, here, pay attention. No-Face is like the best part.”

Barry didn’t answer. Of course he didn’t. Cisco had long ago stopped demanding, begging him to wake up. Somewhere down the line he’d decided that Barry was worth waiting for. So this was waiting.

No reason why it had to be boring though.

“We’ll watch Totoro next.”

Cisco was a man well acquainted with falling asleep over his work, though this was admittedly the first time he’d fallen asleep next to Barry. He started fading less than an hour later, curled tight now, head on Barry’s pillow, an arm curled around his head, while the other lightly touched his chest…and a less sleepy part of Cisco could only pray that, someday, Barry wouldn’t be offended by this. That he hadn’t crossed some line before he even knew they had lines to cross.

“Sorry, man...” he murmured, "but you're kinda comfortable..." and Cisco’s eyes slipped closed.

He dreamed, more vividly than ever before. It was strange though, less like Cisco was experiencing it and more like he was watching another film, the action playing out separate from him. Cisco watched and thought first, This isn’t very action-y at all.

Because it was just him. And Barry. Him and Barry, curled on a couch in a house he didn’t recognize. They had Ghostbusters on and snacks laid out on the table. Like, a huge number of snacks. Enough that it could have fed a whole army and then some.

Barry’s finger’s were in Cisco’s hair. He was nestled between Barry’s legs. It looked so natural that the real Cisco’s heart ached to have it.

He moved a little closer.

“Lame,” his dream self said, tossing a bit of popcorn at Barry’s head. He caught it, somehow, though Cisco didn’t see when.

“It’s not,” Barry insisted.

“Uh, yeah dude, it is. We’re not dressing up as Mary Poppins and Bert. There are way cooler couple costumes. Besides, who exactly do you think gets to be who?”

Barry stared down at Cisco’s head, wearing the exact expression he’d seen a million times in photos. “I’m obviously Mary Poppins.”

“Like hell you are.”

They laughed, they were happy, and Cisco had no idea if he actually wanted to wake up or not. He was rooted in place…until his doppelgänger looked up, almost seemingly to look at him.

“Huh,” he said.

“What?”

“I think... I think I might have vibed this once.”

Vibed?

Cisco woke up with a start, feeling disoriented and a little sick. His head throbbed with an oncoming migraine, the likes of which he hadn’t gotten since grad school. He’d stolen more than his share of Barry’s blankets. The coke bottle was very nearly tipping off the edge of the bed.

“Shit, sorry man. Just gimme a minute and I’ll get you cleaned up.”

It didn’t take long, though Cisco was still hoping that by the time he was done the dream might have faded, as dreams tended to do. It didn’t. Cisco wasn’t entirely sure he wanted it to.

“Because I like torturing myself,” he announced, finishing fluffing Barry’s pillows. “But you know that by now, don’t you? Aww, don’t worry about it. I’m not dumping that garbage on you tonight. Look, I’ll see you tomorrow, kay? Another totally normal day.”

It was not in any way a ‘totally normal day.’

Not that Cisco could have known.

***

“What are you doing?”

“He likes this song.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“I checked his Facebook page,” and Cisco rolled his eyes, considering that Caitlin knew very well that he’d stalked all of Barry’s social media. He had that shit memorized. She rolled her eyes back, they separated, and Cisco began a rounding rendition of “Poker Face” for their enjoyment.

He’d only gotten through a few lines when Barry sat up with a gasp.

“Oh my god—!” Cisco yelled. Because of course he yelled. Because oh my god. Oh my god. Barry was up. He was awake. He was fucking getting out of bed and no, no, that ironically seemed like such a bad idea now.

Barry was moving and Cisco’s mind was short-circuiting. He was speaking and Cisco couldn’t breathe.

He must have though because he was talking and none of it was the smooth, comforting words he’d been planning for months. Cisco had pictured Barry waking from the coma slow and soft, giving him plenty of time to ease him through the transition. Not this, this, this fast production of confusion and chaos. Cisco was babbling, telling Barry that he’d been struck by lightning, dude and watching as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. Barry stuttered out a confused, lighting... gave me abs? and Cisco, god help him, kind of swooned because yep, this dork had his priorities straight.

Barry was everything he’d researched and imagined, spun into a tight ball of energy that gave absolutely no shits about what was normal. What even was normal anymore? He was fine—he was fine—and he fended off Dr. Wells’ questions and Caitlin’s attempts at sample collections like a pro, dancing out of STAR Labs just as quick as he’d arrived. Well no, not exactly. He had been here for what felt like forever.

“Can I keep the sweatshirt?” he begged and Cisco wanted to yell out, You can keep me too! He was grinning like a loon.

“Yeah… keep the sweatshirt.”

"Thanks!"

“Seriously?” Caitlin griped and Dr. Wells let out a massive sigh.

Cisco kept smiling. He seemed to be the only one with faith that Barry would come back.

***

He did. Faster than ever before.

Focus was a funny thing. What people chose to pay attention to, or what they put stock in. Cisco was overwhelmed at the prospect of Barry’s speed, but he wasn’t at all surprised like Dr. Wells, and certainly not skeptic like Caitlin. Because this was all fitting together, couldn’t they see? For the first time in his life Cisco understood. He knew now why they’d collected all those records; why he’d built his Suit. Cisco knew why he’d waited.

He was in love with a goddamn superhero.

It all sort of felt like fate, so while his family was setting up the airstrip to test Barry’s speed, Cisco pulled the man himself aside. For the first time since waking Cisco got to touch Barry Allen, feel his real-ness beneath his own hand and revel in his warmth. The fact that he was wearing the most god-awful prototype of the Suit somehow made it all even better.

Cisco knew what his focus was.

“Hey,” he breathed. “When we’re done here do you... wanna go grab a coffee? I can catch you up on all you’ve missed.”

Barry’s smile was a beautiful thing. Cisco knew it would be.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

It was great. It already was.

***

Time was a funny thing too. Exactly nine months more after Barry awoke, he found himself at home with Ghostbusters on, his boyfriend between his legs and a mound of snacks in front of them. They were mostly just for Barry though. Such was the curse of a speedster’s metabolism.

He’d just suggested that they go as Bert and Mary Poppins for Halloween. Barry was expecting something along the lines of, ‘Oh wow gee, that’s a fabulous idea, man, you’re so awesomely brilliant,’ but instead Cisco just laughed.

“What?” he grumbled. “How is that funny?”

Cisco shook his head. “It’s not. It’s just... I vibed this. Before. I saw this and now... now it’s here.”

He tilted his head up. “You’re here,” Cisco whispered. He raised a hand to lightly trail it over Barry’s cheek.

Barry grinned in turn, feeling full and light. “Yeah. I’m here.”

It wasn’t their first kiss and it certainly wasn’t their last, but there was something magical about a middle one too. Barry kissed Cisco slow because, speedster or no, Cisco was worth slowly down for.

Barry was worth waiting for.

They were, in so many words, worth one another.