#I am a Singh alright

[shut-up-rabert]

Is your true name akansha Singh? U have a Wattpad acc ?

Not even close lmao XD

I do have a wattpad but that's just where I keep my drafts for Ao3, I have posted nothing.

[moonstruckme]

happy new year lovie!!!! i feel bad for requesting this bc just thinking ab the volume of ur inbox is a little overwhelming and ive gone a bit overboard 😭

but..... bodyguard!james finds out his mum is quite sick right before his shift one day and leaves to take care of her after letting reader know. he has to take the week off and reader is visiting and bringing them their favorite homecooked meals everyday (which she has memorised bc, bless him, james loves to talk abt his mum) and james is LOVEEESTRUCK. she's there, bright and early every morning (with a different bodyguard bc god forbid she leaves the house with no protection right in front of james' own two eyes!!!) with muffins and flowers and bags of food in hand :( james is enamored and so sweet on her!!!!! and reader is obsessing over how vulnerable and emotionally in tune james is at a time like this!!!!! i'm thinking maybe confessions are getting pretty hard to hold back by the end of the week ☹️🩷

thank you! (if you do decide to write this or if you dont for letting me ramble on in your asks x)

Don't feel bad my love! Thank you for requesting :)

cw: sick family member

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

No matter how many times James has visited home throughout his adult life, he always manages to discover something he’s forgotten about living there. Like how particular his mum is about the way the dish towel is folded, or which drawer the scissors are kept in, or the ungodly amount of door-to-door salesmen that come by on a daily basis. 

Lately, he’s being plagued by the last. He recalls them being vaguely annoying when he was younger, but James’ family is currently going through a difficult time that leaves one with somewhat frayed nerves. He very nearly snapped at a particularly tenacious primary school student selling chocolate yesterday. Not one of his finer moments. 

So when the doorbell rings while his mum is trying to sleep down the hall, James has to make an effort to reel his wrath back in before he’s even answered it. 

Funnily enough, any negative emotion completely evaporates when he sees you on the front steps. 

“Hi,” you say, looking apprehensive. 

“Hi,” James echoes. He opens the door the rest of the way, nodding to the fill-in guard you’ve brought with you. “Hey, Singh.”

Singh nods in return. 

“I hope it’s alright that I just came by.” You give him a sheepish sort of smile. “I didn’t even realize I don’t have your phone number until now. You’re always just…there.” 

James laughs, the mood that’s descended over him since getting the call about his mum lifting slightly. “Yeah, I suppose I am. What brings you out, sweetheart?” 

You hoist the bags you’re carrying a bit higher in your arms. “I brought some stuff for you and your mom, if that’s okay.” 

A tiny hand fists around his heart, squeezing pleasantly. “Course it is,” he all but coos. “Come on in. Singh, you alright to stay here and keep watch?” 

Luckily, the other man doesn’t think to remember that James is currently on leave, and so defers to him with a curt nod. James shoots him a smile as you come inside, closing the door behind you. 

“They put Singh on day shift?” he asks, taking one of the bags from you and leading you into the kitchen. “He’s barely finished training.” 

“He seems fine,” you say in your good-natured way. 

“He took you to a location that’s never been reconned without even bringing another guard to post outside.” 

“It’s your mom’s house, Jamie.” The smile is evident in your voice, sweeter even than the smell wafting out of these bags. God, he’s missed you. “I doubt he suspects either of you are going to try and hurt me.” 

“He should be prepared for the possibility,” James says, but he can’t manage to work any menace into his tone even to tease you. You tilt your head at him, mouth curving up to one side like you’re well acquainted with his particular brand of silliness, and he lets his grievances go instantly. “You didn’t have to bring us anything, angel face.” 

You flush a bit at the endearment, directing a soft smile down at his family’s old wooden table (which is great, because now James is in the position of being jealous of a table). “I wanted to do something,” you reply simply. “How’s your mom?” 

“She’s alright.” Not great. Not worse, which is always good. If the only thing he accomplishes in a day is that she doesn’t get worse, James can feel good about that. “She’s sleeping in this morning.” 

“Oh, shit.” Your voice drops to a hush like the breeze blowing through leaves. “I haven’t woken her, have I?” 

James grins. “No, you’re good. She can sleep through anything.” 

You lose a breath. “Right, well I brought some meals to last you a few days,” you say, digging some containers out of the bag. “It can all be heated up whenever you’re ready to eat, and—oh, also some flowers. I know it’s stupid, but I thought they might brighten things up for you two.” James doesn’t think it’s stupid at all, but you go on before he can tell you so. “Can I put these in your freezer? I brought some muffins for this morning too, if you want them.” 

“Yeah,” James says, the word leaving him on a breath. “I mean, yeah to both. Thank you.” He grabs several of the containers as well, showing you to the freezer. You both start cramming them in between things, wherever they’ll fit. He takes note of the food as it goes in, a heady warmth growing in his chest. “Did you make all of this?” 

You hum in brisk affirmation. “I had plenty of time on my hands yesterday. Turns out things are pretty boring without you around.” 

“How’d you know what to make? This is all—these are our favorites.” 

You turn to him, a tenderhearted sort of smile curving your lips. “You talk about your mom a lot, Jamie,” you say. “I know all her favorites by now. And the things she’d make that were your favorites, too.” 

James hadn’t realized he’d spent so much time rambling about his mum. It hurts his chest a bit to think of it now, worse to think that you’d been listening so intently. 

“This is only really enough to get you through a few days,” you go on, oblivious to his yearning, “but I figured I’d come back with more if you’re both alright with it.” You look at him as you pack the last of the food away, your gaze careful. “I don’t want to intrude or anything.” 

“You could never intrude.” James isn’t sure how he gets the words out, his heart ballooning until it’s nearly cutting off his airflow. The cool air breezing onto one side of his face stops, and he realizes you’ve shut the freezer. “This is just…so, so kind of you. I don’t know what to say.” 

“James.” Your voice is soft. Your smile has faded, and now you look at him with an unabashed, steady kindness. “You don’t have to say anything. I can’t stand the thought of you and your mom going through this. I wanted to help, somehow.” One of your shoulders comes up in a sheepish half-shrug. “Even if it’s really small.” 

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you hesitate only a second before bringing your arms around him too. You squeeze him tight. James lets himself relish the feel of it, lovelorn. “It’s not small,” he says fervently. “It really…it means a lot, sweetheart.” 

You only squeeze tighter in response. When he lets you go, your gaze is sad. Worried. You ask without prelude, “Are you doing okay?” 

James gives you a half-smile. The truth of it. “Yeah, we’re alright over here. It’s hard to see her like this, but I think everything’s going to be okay.” You nod, solemn in your understanding. “Sounds like I might be doing better than you, actually, if your company’s bad enough that you’re entertaining yourself in the kitchen all day.” 

You crack a smile at that, and James’ heart lightens. “Yeah, Singh’s no you. He doesn’t seem to like to chat.” 

“Ahh, so that’s why you’ve really come out here, yeah? You just missed me.” 

“You’ve caught me.” 

It’s said like a joke, but James’ pride inflates foolishly nonetheless. “I hate that I can’t be there,” he says. “Especially now that I know they’ve put Singh on my shift.” 

“He’s not so bad,” you laugh, heading towards the table. You fold up the bags. “Anyway, it’s more important that you’re here. And I’ll be back in a couple days to restock you.” 

James fixes you with a look as you start for the door. “You really don’t have to.” 

“I’m going to,” you say breezily. “Don’t forget to put the flowers in water, and the muffins are strawberry chocolate chip.” He grins. His mum’s favorite. “I’ll tell Singh you were raving about him.” 

“Oh, please do.” He rolls his eyes, feeling lighter than he has in days. “Thanks, angel.” 

You shoot him a smile worthy of the moniker as you go out the door. “See you in a couple days, Jamie.”

[inmyheaddd]

alone with you, does that makes sense? - ravi singh x reader

a/n: woohoo new ravi fic my bf 💖💖 wc: 1k masterlist

you stumbled into the dimly lit kitchen in the middle of the night. rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you reached for a glass and began to fill it up as you hummed to yourself. the only thing on your mind was your bed, and how dry your mouth felt. 

as you sipped on your water, the doorbell rang. 

you frowned to yourself, wondering who would be outside in the dead of night while it was raining. 

you set down your glass and hesitantly walked to the door, and another knock came, more urgent this time. you cracked the door open only to see your boyfriend, with droplets of rain on his jumper and wet hair. 

“ravi?” the sleep left your body in an instant, “what the… are you mental?” you said as you opened the door wider, partially sighing in relief as it was just him, not an axe murderer or something of the sort. 

“possibly.” he breathed out as he saw you, wiping a water droplet off his cheek.

“oh my gosh, get inside — it’s freezing!” you exclaimed as you ushered him inside. 

you crossed your arms over your chest, feeling the cold seeping through the fabric of your pajamas as he stepped in and took off his shoes. 

“what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night.” to say you were beyond confused was an understatement.

“i couldn’t sleep.” he shrugged, like that answered your question perfectly.

“so you just came to my house?” 

“yes?…” he paused, taking in your confused and honestly unimpressed look. ”well, i did call you multiple times — and i texted! so i didn’t just come to your house.”

you sighed, knowing your phone was almost always on do not disturb. “i…” you paused, eyeing his figure as he ran a hand through his soaked hair. “well… do you need anything? i can make you tea if you’d like?” 

“i’m alright, thankyou.” a grin found his face, and he slightly lolled his head to the side. “would it be too cheesy to say i just need you?” 

your cheeks flushed, “yes. it would be.”

“perfect.“ he flashed you a toothy grin, “i just ne-“ 

“stop it,” you cut him off with a sleepy laugh, your voice still tired, “you’re so unbelievable.”

“and you’re way too welcoming.” he said as he took a step closer. “do you treat everyone this nicely, or am i just special?” 

you snorted, “you’re definitely special in the head, i’ll tell you that much.” 

he seemed to have gotten his answer from the way your cheeks flushed even more as he got closer, “alright, fair.” he sent you a boyish grin, “i’ll take it.” 

you laughed before hitting his shoulder and said, “let’s go to my room, let me just get my water.”

you heard him mutter something along the lines of, “wow, take me out to dinner first.”

shaking your head with a smile, you grabbed your glass and then he followed you up the stairs.

—

once inside your room, you tossed him a towel from your dresser. “here, dry off before you catch a cold.”

he accepted the towel with a smirk. “are you going to tuck me in, too?”

you rolled your eyes, but it was impossible for you to wipe the smile off your face. “only if you behave.”

he dried his hair, making it stand up messily before he ran his fingers through it. it somehow just made him look even more endearing. “i always behave,” he said, though his smile told you otherwise.

“sure you do.” you replied, pulling the covers back on your bed and climbing in. “now, get in here before you freeze to death.”

“yes, ma’am,” he teased, but there was a softness in his eyes as he joined you under the blankets.

the warmth of his body next to yours was comforting, and you couldn’t help but snuggle closer, resting your head on his shoulder. “better?”

“much better,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you. “listen,” he hesitated, “im sorry for showing up so randomly, i had a bad day and just…” he trailed off, trying to find the right way to put it, “i wasn’t lying when i said just needed you.”

you tilted your head to look up at him, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his gaze. your brows furrowed and your chest felt constricted at the thought of him being anything other than happy. 

“ravi, i’m here for you, always.” you moved to press a gentle kiss on his lips, and his hand came up to caress your cheek. 

when you pulled back, you lay your head back on his chest. “i’m really sorry your day was horrible.” you mumbled. 

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” his tone was a lot softer now, more vulnerable. “i mean, i have my ridiculously amazing girlfriend in my arms now, i couldn’t ask for anything more.”

you lifted your head again, amused at his ability to slip back into his wits so easily. “you’re really something, you know that?” 

he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “yeah, something special in the head, right?”

“yes,” you laughed quietly, “but not only that. i mean, you’re sort of ridiculously amazing too.”

he gasped dramatically, feigning shock, “was that a compliment i heard?” 

“i take it back.” 

“so it was a compliment.” it was almost impossible for his smile to get any wider, “don’t get all soft on me now, love.” he patted your head, but there wasn’t a single bone in your body that felt the need to make a snappy retort back.

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you said as you snuggled in closer to his side. 

“but you help me sleep at night.”

you raised your eyebrows, even though he couldn’t see it. “then why aren’t you sleep?”

when he didn’t respond, you lifted your head up to find him closing his eyes, with his lips twitching as he tried to bite back a laugh. 

“you’re such an idiot.” you muttered under your breath with a laugh as you put your head back down, and ravi wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer.

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the blankets.

you could hear his steady heartbeat as your breaths started to even out, and he traced silent “i love you”s and hearts on your skin, which had you almost asleep within minutes.

“i love you too,” you mumbled into his chest without thinking twice, and sleep washed over you before you could feel the kiss ravi pressed on the top of your head.

soon enough, the rain pattering on the window and soft breaths the only sounds that could be heard.

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[shoot-the-oneshot]

Crimson Cage 3

thank you guys for being so patient

Rafe Cameron x Reader Outer Banks Masterlist

Closing your eyes, breathing in the sea air, waves crashing was the only noise surrounding you, if you tried hard enough you could imagine you were at the chateau, home.

The crisp blue waters and white sand beaches of the Caribbean are only a stones throw away. Almost any time of day you could be found here, on the balcony, hot tea in hand the breeze blowing through your hair, you were used to the feeling but the surrounding luxuries that accompanied it were new. Lush white furniture, the flawless railing you could run your hand across a thousand times and never get a splinter.

You weren’t used to these luxuries but you also weren’t used to being a Cameron.

“Marry me” Rafe spoke, the softness In his tone making the question almost sound like a real proposal, stealing a glance at the shiny band on your left hand, you suppose it was.

“Do you think I’ll get a ring like that one day?” Wheezie asked from her spot next to you when she saw you looking at it, "If you want one" You nodded your head.

“If Rafe doesn’t scare everyone off.” She mumbled, her lips pushing out in a pout when you laughed agreeing with her, thinking back to all the times he scared tourons and pouges away from you in your teen years. “He is really good at that.”

“Well if it isn’t my two favorite girls.” You both turned to see Rafe leaning against the open door, the easy smile he's had on his face since you got here still on his face as he walked closer, pulling you both under his arms. Ruffling her hair making her squirm. You liked this version of him, softer less murdery. While Wheezie struggled to get out of her brothers' playful grasp, you leaned further in.

“And how's the beautiful Mrs Cameron doing?” He asked pulling your left hand to his lips. After the wedding, he called you that for a week straight, it was the first time you saw him happy in a long time.

“Oh, you know soaking in the rays like every day.” It was true despite your cage getting an upgrade and having more freedom than you did, it still wasn't home.

Rafe perused his lips, pressing a kiss to your forehead staying there as he spoke. “I have to leave for a bit.” You jerked back eyes wide at the sudden news.

“you’re what!”

“That French guy found a buyer for the cross, I'm taking the boat down there and once I'm back we can do whatever we want.” His voice lowered “Think about what we could do with all that money.” You could finally get away from Ward, you thought to yourself. Rafe hands continued on their paths up and down your arms, hoping you wouldn’t fight too much.

"Can I go with you?" You knew it was a long shot but in your mind, anything was better than staying here with Rose and a bedridden Ward, unsurprisingly he shook his head, dipping his chin to meet your eyes.

"Baby I got this, trust me. You just stay here with Whez and I'll take care of everything, okay?"

“Excuse me?” Rafe turned hearing a new voice, rolling his eyes at the newcomer.

“What are you doing here?” Kiara demanded. “What am I doing here? Why are you here!”

“I was wondering if the reunion would cause sparks you know.” The man's voice cut off the two bickering. “Who are you?” Rafe asked. “My name is Carlos Singh Mr Cameron,” he turned to Kiara. “Miss Carrera.”

“So you know our names is this about the cross or not?” Rafe deflected his intimidation tactic. “This is about the cross Mr Cameron and something much more than that,” Singh spoke of some diary his words going in one ear and out the other until he got fed up.

“Alright I'm done with this, tell her all about your little book.” He exclaimed walking out of the room facing an armed guard. Rafe huffed out turning back to Singe.

“Do you think I’m a fool, Mr Cameron? You have the cross, she and her friends had it at one point. If you truly don't know where the diary is it’s in your best interest to convince Miss Carrera to change her mind. You have one day to decide.”

After he finished they were escorted to a bedroom upstairs that was locked by one of the armed men. "Look out the window if you would like a demonstration of just how serious I am," Singh said before they were taken away. creeping to the window keeping clear of each other they watched a man that Rafe had never seen dragged away before a single gunshot.

"What, Who was that?" Rafe asked, seeing Kiara back away from the window.

"Jimmy Portus, he tried to help me." her voice cracked. Rafes mind ran overtime, rubbing his hands over his buzzed head. "Okay, this diary do you know where it is?"

"Have you forgotten what you did!"

"Which part?" Rafe being the smartass he was replied.

"Killing Peterkin, shooting your sister, stealing the gold and the cross from us beating up Pope!" Kiara shouted. Rafe groaned pacing the length of the room before turning back with his eyes glossy.

"I know you all think of me as some kind of monster I get it and I feel bad about what I did to Sarah, but I'm a victim too. Don't look at me like that, I am, okay!" Rafe paced in front of the window as Kiarra watched silently, waiting for him to explode again

“Listen listen I know you don't trust me or like me honestly I don't care.” He spoke raising his hands to point at his chest. “But you care about Y/N.”

The girls brows furrowed. “You mean my friend that you kidnapped."

Rafe rolled his eyes "She was my girlfriend I saved her from a suicide mission, but that's not the point."

His tone dropped stepping forward, Kiara matching with one of her own backwards until she hit the bed frame.

"She married me." raising his left hand showcasing the gold band on his finger. At the sight, she took a deep breath no doubt about to start yelling.

"Everyone thinks my dad is dead, which means the business the money the gold, it went to me and now Y/n." his voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned closer.

"Rose can't touch her when I'm there but if I die she gets everything. what do you think Rose would do with all the power and money right there for the taking?"

"You might not want to help me get out of here fine, but do you really want whatever happens to her on your head?" Rafe cocked his head watching her resolve crumble and her teeth grind.

"Fine, I have an idea."

Rafe crept through the house, it had to be around midnight with how dark it was keeping his footsteps as quiet as possible he pushed the bedroom door open, seeing the silhouette on the bed. who sensing his presence flipped over and gasped.

"Rafe!" quickly moving he knelt on the bed his hand going to her neck.

"shh baby you're okay, it's me I'm back" his thumb rubbed back and forth soothing her back to laying down now on his chest. god how he missed this, the feeling of her pressed against him, her breath fanning across his neck as every inhale filled with the smell of her shampoo.

"Did you sell the cross," you whispered. feeling his arms tighten around you.

"Don't worry about that, but I did some thinking while I was gone." he sighed into your hair. "I think it's time we go home." you shot up a hand pressing against his chest not giving him a chance to escape, not that he would go anywhere with you looking at him like that.

"We're going back to the Outer Banks?" grabbing your hand and pressing soft kisses long it as he sat up, his face illuminated by the moonlight allowing you to see his smile through the darkness. "We can leave in the morning."

Seeing the happiness glowing from the love of his life he's glad he withheld the finer details of the pouges and Singh, all that mattered was getting home.

Meanwhile, across the world, your sibling was floating back to the same island with their now alive father. who after steering the boat for a few hours joined John B down below.

“Where’s my butterfly is she still in OBX with that Cameron boy?” His father spoke sitting across from him at the table. it was still surreal to see him alive and well in front of him

“Uh, I don't know?” John B tucked his head. “What do you mean? She wasn’t with you"

“No, after Ward framed me for Peterkin, Sarah, Y/N and I were going to run on JJs dads boat, but she never showed up.” He watched as the information sunk into his dad as he slowly sunk into the chair his full attention on his oldest child.

"Sarah was with you on the run?"

"uh yeah." John B rubbed the back of his neck. "We're married, Dad." his foot tapped nervously waiting for his father's response.

"You married Sarah Cameron? Ward's daughter Sarah?"

"Are you mad?" he asked, trying the read the look on his father's face, who cracked into a smile.

"That you went after the big catch? not at all son, just sorry I missed the wedding" John B released a breath of air he was holding when the room went serious.

“So where is Y/N John B?”

“Sarah told me on the island that Rafe took her thinking she was on a suicide mission following me, she was on the ship with the cross when I last saw her. She stayed behind.”

The older man was silent in thought, “So Ward tried to kill me. Rafe shot Peterkin, you got framed and went on the run while Rafe kidnapped your sister. You found her but left her and got stranded on a island and married his sister, is that right?” John B nodded mumbling “There were a few things in between but yes”

"You know his sister so tell me bird, would he hurt her?" John B has never seen his father so serious about something other than treasure.

"No, Rafe would kill just about anyone, but he wouldn't hurt her, if anything he'd do it for her in his own twisted way."

"Alright then, we get to the OBX, find the map then get your sister." the older man slapped his thigh going to stand up ready to get them home as soon as possible.

This is the life you missed, it was like nothing changed. the second you landed back in the OBX you demanded Rafe take the roof off his jeep and take you driving wanting to see everything immediately. And who was he to say no?

Left hand free played full blast through the speakers as you drove downtown. your smile widens seeing Haywards, then the beach where you and Kiara saved baby turtles that one summer.

Unable to hold in your excitement you unbuckled your seatbelt and before Rafe could stop you, you stood up holding onto the bar. "I'm home!" you yelled at the top of your lungs against the wind. you could barely hear Rafes laugh at your antics.

His hand landed on your thigh the second you sat back down against the leather. you turned to look at him, you realized how young he looked in that moment no stress on his shoulders, he looked like when you first fell in love and would drive around town just to talk all day. except now there was a shiny ring on his left hand steering the car.

"I love you." the second the words left your lips the car's brakes slammed to a stop, the only reason you didn't hit the dash from the sudden jolt was the arm holding you back.

"What did you say?" Rafe shouted, before composing himself and asking again in a quieter tone. you haven't said it since before the tarmac but also haven't felt this since then.

He watched you intently as you smiled, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. "I love you Rafe." you felt his breath shudder against your lips. his hand tangled itself in your hair. "I love you so much Y/n, always have always will." his lips crashed against yours with the passion of two lovers separated for years, which in a way you were.

You could feel Rafes smile against your lips. "Take me home Rafe."

once again he did as you asked, you don't think you've ever gotten to Tannyhill so fast before. the car was barely stopped before Rafe jumped out and ran to your side.

"Rafe!" you yelped when he picked you up, "Just carrying my bride across the threshold."

The weeks you've had in the OBX have been a dream, it was back to how it was. One morning while cooking breakfast Rafe to your shock, even dropped the keys to his jeep in front of you with a kiss on the head telling you to drive safe, before leaving on his bike to wherever he went during the day.

The first place you went was the chateau, softly shutting the car door all the memories you've made here hit you. The bedtime stories your dad would tell you and John B of pirates and gold, sleepovers with the pouges, even sneaking out to meet Rafe. You thought things would be the same when you came back, but nothing was. Now you had to push away cobwebs just to get inside.

With a sigh you looked around the chateau, kicking aside one of John B.'s shoes he threw everywhere, the floors creaked as you made your way around the house the layers of dust only confirming what you thought. No one was here, you didn't know where your brother was but figured he was as far as he could get from here.

Wiping your hands of dust you decided to go back home. you never thought you would call Tannyhill home but the feeling you had in that large white house felt better than you did minutes ago. Rafe was still gone when you got home so you went to your favorite spot in the house, the master balcony. the water looked nothing like in Guadalupe but you loved it.

Rafe who snuck in behind you, silently wrapped his arms around your waist pulling your back to his chest, his breath fanning your neck as he spoke. "I missed you wifey." you jumped in shock then relaxed back into his hold recognizing his voice, returning the sentiment he turned you around thumbs rubbing your waist from where he snuck his hands under your shirt.

"I had something made for you," Rafe smirked giving one last squeeze before moving his hands one going to the back of your neck the other reaching for something in his back pocket. pulling out a necklace covered in diamonds. before you could protest he clasped it around your neck his fingertips brushing along your collarbones as he fixed it.

"Rafe," "Just say thank you, and let me treat my wife like a husband should." he sushed you still admiring the hardware. reaching up on your tiptoes you pressed your lips together. wrapping your arms around his neck pulling away you showered his face in kisses, his jaw, cheek, nose everywhere. He practically preened loving the attention you were giving.

"There's one more thing," Rafe spoke suddenly looking uncharecterlisticly sheepish, like he was afraid of your reaction. curious as to what would pull that reaction out of him you wordlessly nodded your head. "Close your eyes." doing as he said you felt him pull away and heard shuffling. "Open"

You opened your eyes finding him on one knee eyes hopeful and ring in hand. "I know we are married already but I always wanted to give you the ring you deserve and what better place than your favorite." he choked up a bit on his words his eyes glossy. "So Y/n love of my life, will you stay married to me?"

Honestly, you wanted to laugh he was right the papers were signed but with how he looked right now you couldn't dare make fun when he took it so seriously. "Yes Rafe, I'll stay married to you." you smiled as he released a heavy sigh of relief. This is how you originally imagined him proposing, here not on some boat. the second he got to his feet his hands caged your face pulling in, kissing you like it was the altar. you watched as he slid the biggest oval diamond you have ever seen on your finger. "Oh my god where did you get this its massive!"

If you were paying attention you would've seen his shoulders tense momentarily. "We are Cameron's baby." was the only answer he gave as he watched you admire the ring and the view of the ocean in the same scene. he took his spot back behind you with you held tight in his arms nuzzeling your neck.

“You know this is all ours right? Just how it was always meant to be.” He whispered looking over the backyard of Tannyhill with you.

“We’re here to sell it Rafe it's not ours.” you sighed.

“Isn’t it? My dad can’t come back here, it's all in my name. I always told you this would be ours one day.” He paused using his grip on your hips to spin you to face him.

“Today is that day.” He nuzzled his nose in your hair taking a breath as you felt excitement fill you at the possibility of being home again. Your hands went to his face pulling his eyes to yours. That easy-going smile he got when he knew he did something you'd like on his face.

“We can really stay?” You whispered hopefully as if a louder tone would ruin everything. Rafe smiled loving that happy look in your eyes once again. He nodded his nose rubbing against yours with the movement. “We’re home baby.” He spoke against your lips before before pressing more fully.

Excitedly smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck laughing as he spun you. maybe Rafe was right and everything that happened was for the best because this felt like where you were supposed to be.

a few days later you watched Rafe walk in, instead of joining you in the kitchen he leaned against the enteryway watching you, "Let's go for a drive there's something you need to see. his somber tone rattled you. He led you out to the jeep looking like he was fighting himself with every step. the ride was quiet your leg bounced with nerves, normally Rafe was your rock if he was calm you didn't need to worry but his hands kept flexing and shifting on the wheel.

You looked to Rafe in confusion as he pulled the truck to a stop at the chateau. He pulled your hand to his face making you caress his cheek, turning his head he kissed your palm before letting you go and turning to face the house.

“Go, I’ll be here.”

You shook your head. "There is nothing there i already looked." Rafe sighed nodding to the house again.

Not understanding but still trusting him, you pulled open your door and stepped out, looking at Rafe one more time who gave you a forced smile confusing you even more. Shaking it off you made your way to the backyard surprised to hear voices. Turning the corner you froze seeing the pouges all standing around smiling at someone who was spinning with JJ on their back it wasn’t until they turned around you saw who it was.

“Dad?”

The group froze hearing the new voice. Their eyes widened seeing you, who for all they knew was somewhere in the Bahamas under lock and key. now stood right in front of them. JJ slid off your dad's back as he straightened to full height staring right back at you, or you think he was, your vision was blurry welling up with tears.

"There's my butterfly." he choked out, opening his arms. for you to fall into, you were hit with the familiar smell of your father as you wrapped your arms around him. "We thought you were dead." you sobbed against his chest. you felt it rumble with his chuckle. "Seems like there was a lot of that around here."

He pulled back, hands cradling your face and wiping your tears like when you were little. "I missed you, kid."

"I missed you too Dad."

"I missed you too you know!" your attention turned to John B, who was quick to wrap you up in a hug. "I'm sorry I never should left you on that ship, I should've made you jump first-" you laughed cutting him off mid-rant. "It's okay, we're back now, all of us." Big John who was watching turned to the pouges.

"Well, kids I think we need some family time." Sarah hesitates leaving with the others when John B. walks back to her side and grabs her hand. "She's family to dad." Big John sighed, nodding his head. "Come on then." holding the door open you stood still as your brother and Sarah walked into the chatue.

"You guys go ahead I'll be right there." you waited until your dad shot the door behind him before jogging back to the driveway. Rafe who saw you quickly jumped out of the truck to meet you. "Are you okay?" his hands went to your jaw making you look up at him, his thumbs gently swiping under your eyes. you didn't bother telling him about your dad, figuring that's why he brought you here.

"My dad called for family time, you should be there too." Rafe smiled at your words pulling you closer to press his lips against your forehead before taking your hand, letting you lead him inside.

Everyone was sitting at the small table when you both walked in, John B. and Sarah's Eyes widened while your father looked like he almost expected it. You both sat down rafes arm slung over the back of your chair fingers brushing your upper arm. "So fill me in." Big john spoke.

We all took turns explaining our sides it was well after nightfall until everyone was done, Dad sat back in his chair with a glass of bourbon held in his hands. "never thought I'd miss both of my kids weddings." he said before emptying the glass in one go.

"I'd just like to point out we're the only ones that are legally married here, not just some sea law." Rafe pointed out pointing between you and your bother, his ring caught the light. "And we could always have another wedding here like it was supposed to be." He spoke nonchalantly, making you perk up. the Guadalupe wedding was beautiful but it was always a dream to get married here, at home.

Rafe turns back with his smug smile on his face shooting you a wink. John B disgusted by the scene in front of him speaks up. "Maybe a double wedding then huh Rafey." he mocks using your nickname for the man who doesn't even glare back just smiles. "No." your dad laughs at the two as the night comes to a close. You had everything you wanted, Rafe, your dad, and your brother back everything was perfect, until a few days later.

You had just gotten back to Tannyhill from the chateau walking up the wide white steps nothing seemed amiss. "Hello Y/N." you spun around, breath catching in your throat.

"Ward."

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ravi singh fics please!! maybe x reader where she’s having a bad day and he comes over and they cuddle and watch a movie 🫶🏻

forever & always

ravi singh x fem! reader

when ur day falls into shambles, your boyfriend is there to pick up the pieces the best way he can

a/n: u dont know how happy i am to see a ravi request. he’s been on my mind lately esp cus my friend is reading the series !! he’s my top book bf next to peeta mellark 🫶🫶 thx sm for the request hope you enjoy !! p.s. i read the us version so it's gonna be based one that.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of small injury, minor blood, lmk if anything else

you collapsed on your bed the moment your knees hit the mattress. burying your face into your pillow, hoping the day just fades away. you arrived home, the house empty due to your parents still working. you were relieved because you truly had no energy to greet anyone - even the trudge up the stairs was a challenge enough.

your day had been rough, to say the least. you'd woken up late, sleeping past your alarms and snoozes. when you'd awoken you had less than twenty minutes to get ready, which meant no time to come up with a cute outfit. you slapped on some jeans, a cropped graphic tee, and jewlery and called it a day. you managed to put on some lipstick and mascara in the school parking lot before you ran to clas.

in the process of running, you also fell and scraped your knee; you didn't even check the wound because you were rushing to avoid the tardy bell. spoiler: your knee was crying in pain.

you were late by a minute, yet your first-period teacher had given you a berating in front of the whole class for it. even though he literally walked in a few seconds before you.

you went toward the back of the class to put your phone in the mandatory basket with everyone else's phone, and that was when you realized you'd left your phone at home. you mentally facepalmed yourself as you remembered you'd left it on your bed when you were hastily putting on your shoes. hopefully, ravi didn't require anything urgent that couldn't wait til you got home.

you later learned, after a random kid pointed it out, that you had a splotch of red on the knee area of your light colored jeans. turned out your skin had scrapped enough to draw blood.

at lunch, pip, the prepared person she was, helped clean your cut with anitbacterial wipes and put a bandage over your knee. cara even tried to get the red stain out, but it was smudged it further around your legs.

cara apologized profusely , but you brushed it off, telling her it didn't look that bad and they were just jeans. however, inside, you were ready to lose your last straw and mourn your favorite jeans. you swore you had the worst luck today.

you repeated it over and over in your head, school's almost over you can do this. but it was certainly not over for your luckless day. the librarian, who already hated you, dress coded you for your shirt, and sent you to the office. the principal was ready to call your parents to bring you a shirt, but you quickly said you had friend who'd be abe to give you one.

to be honest, you were even sure if cara or pip had any spare clothes, and to add to your misfortune, they didn't have any spare shirts. you were ready to break down right there and then, but held it off and reassured them it was alright.

you were ready to throw the towel in and call your mom and face her wrath for disrupting her at work when connor entered the conversation saying he had an unused gym shirt. it could've fit like adress on you, but you gratefully took it.

the final bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day. you didn't waste time in packing up and look for your car keys inside your backpack. but being so distracted led you to stumble down the school stairs. you were utterly humiliated and knew multiple people had witnessed the scene. you had no choice but to just get up and walk out.

traffic was horrible on the way home, and multiple angry drivers honking didn't help. when you finally parked into your home's driveway, you leaned your head against the steering wheel and burst into tears. the events of the day weighed on you heavily. suppressing all your emotions all day made everything you were feeling just come crashing down in that moment.

after half an hour, you were calmed down, but your eyes were swollen and your throat was sore. you prayed none of the neighbors witnessed your breakdown, you think you'd start crying again if that were the case.

now, you were in bed, exhausted from your crying, and ready to just sleep whatever hours of the day were left.

the moment you closed your eyes, your phone chimed, letting you know you received a text. you knew it was ravi because you'd set his notification sound to be different. you hadn't spoken with your boyfriend all day since you forgot your phone, so he likely was asking why you didn't send him your daily random school photo. but you were just too tired to pick it up and type of reply. you told yourself you'd take a fifteen-minute nap, then call him.

your slumber was disrupted when a force was shaking your body back and forth, the repeated call of your name in the distance. you were still somewhat mentally in your dream state, so you weren't quick to respond.

"y/n!"

"babe."

"light of my life."

"my little honey butter biscuit."

"huh?"

your sleepiness was starting to fade away, and you were able to deliver a somewhat coherent response. you had to blink a few times to focus your vision on the face before you. it took you a moment to process ravi in your vision, kneeling in front of the side of the bed where your head lays. "ravi? what are you doing here?"

you yawn as you sit up on your bed and stretch out your spine, turning to face ravi. you rubbed your eyes a bit to keep them from drooping. ravi then immediately engulfed you into his arms, pushing you back onto the bed.

you were thrown aback by the gesture, but you would never object a hug from your boyfriend, especially given the day you had.

ravi pulled away, sitting down next to you on the bed. "oh my god, i thought something happened. you hadn't answered any of my texts and any time i called you, it went straight to voicemail." ravi anxiously explained, holding your face in both his hands.

"i'm sorry," you gave an apologetic peck to his lips, "i was gonna text you when i woke up from my quick nap after school." you went to grab your phone from the corner of your bed. you clicked the power button a few times, but it wouldn't turn on. your phone was dead, the reason why your alarm didn't go off and ravi's calls weren't going through. the world had to be playing a prank on you at this point.

"quick nap?" ravi furrowed his brows, "it's already 7 pm."

"what?" you exclaimed, wide-eyed. how could it already be so late? you were going to take a half-hour nap to recover your energy. you still had homework and chores to do before your parents got home. you went MIA almost the whole day, likely why ravi was so worried and came into your house. with all the murderous events this town has faced, you felt guilty for having him alarmed. horrible girlfriend award goes to you.

automatically, your face made its way into your hands from guilt and frustration of every going wrong today. you sighed heavily, holding back tears threatening to fall. even though you had a full crying session before coming in the house, you still had tears left to shed. you were trying very hard to not cry in front of ravi.

ravi reached out toward you, putting a hand on your back and a hand on your knee, “baby, what’s wrong?” he voiced with concern.

"it's nothing," you responded in a cracked voice, suppressing all your emotions. a blatant lie, that didn't even convince you, and one ravi could see through.

"c'mon, it's obviously something if it has my girlfriend so upset about it. let me see your pretty face." ravi grabs your wrists and pulls them apart to uncover your sullen face. not having the energy to resist, you opted to face your head down to your lap and have your hair cover most of your face.

“dont hide from me baby.” he whispers to you. he parts your hair behind your ears and sees your face and then moves his hand to your chin, making you look up to him with watery eyes. “now, tell me what happened. or i’m gonna just stare at your really hard until you do.” he says the last part playfully, but you wouldn’t put it past him to actually do it.

looking into your boyfriend’s eyes was enough to spill your guts. and his genuine concern for you only made you love him impossibly more. you knew it was safe to cry your eyes out around him, so finally, you let your emotions through.

you choked up for a moment trying to get a word in, but all you could do was start with a miserable sob. you go to cover your mouth with your hands to reel some of it in, but hot tears are already coming down from your eyes.

immediately, ravi pulls you into his embrace, and onto his lap - your face now smushed into his chest. tears likely staining his graphic tee, but he didn’t seem to care. he rubs a hand soothingly along your back, cooing and shushing you in attempt to help calm you down. all you could do your hold onto him tight for comfort in your troubles.

it took you a few minutes before your cries were getting dulled and you were able to breathe steadily. ravi just held you the whole time, patiently waiting for you to settle, so you can recite to him the issue.

you sniffled and moved your head away from his chest, ready to finally have a proper conversation without interruption by your hiccuped breaths. ravi began wiping any wetness from your face with his hand, then removing hair from your eyes and putting it behind your ears. “do you feel better now?”

you nodded, taking a deep breathe to further calm yourself. he gives you a small smile then plants a quick kiss on your lips. “good, now tell me what has my girl all down in the dumps.”

you crack a smile at his corny phrases, slightly feeling better. you began to recount all of the day's incidents, starting from waking up late and ending with your hysteria in your driveway. all through it, ravi held you close, rubbing small circles on the side of your thigh in a calming manner.

“so that was my shitty day pretty much. it all sounds kind of stupid now that i say it out loud to someone. sorry for worrying you over dumb stuff like this.”

“hey, anything that makes you upset is reason enough for me to start worrying.” ravi’s hand trails toward the area of your knee still stained with some of your blood, “you know what, i’m boycotting stairs. i refuse to associate with anything that harms my girlfriend.” he responds in faux seriousness. you can’t help but laugh at his behavior and playfully slap his chest lightly.

“thank you. for being the best boyfriend ever,” you say with sincerity. only ravi was the type of person who could make you laugh after bawling your eyes out.

“well, i am quite ravi-singh-ing aren’t i?” ravi cockily boasts. he flips his wrist, flipping over imaginary hair dramatically.

you rolled you eyes, “oh god, are you ever going to let that go?” you one time joked his name looked like the word ravishing when he had written it down. ever since then, he loved to constantly bring it up to boost his ego.

“never. it never gets old. and you know what your amazing boyfriend proposes?” you wait for him to continue, “a movie to remedy your shitty day.”

you pretend to think about it for a moment, “okay, but i choose.”

ravi's mouth goes agape, “what! it was my idea.” he protests.

“yeah, but it’s my crappy day.” you counter back.

he narrows his eyes at you, and you give your best pleading pout, “fine, i suppose it's lady's choice tonight," he relents. "you should be ever so lucky to have such a gentleman as a boyfriend.” he adds in an overdone proper tone.

“yup. i’m just the luckiest girl.” and you meant it.

"now," ravi manured his way out of your bed and stood up. he proceeds to carry your bridal style, being careful of your knee, "let's fix up your little injury."

"babe, i can walk; my leg isn't broken." despite your small protest, you move to wrap your arms around his neck for stability.

ravi, with you in his arms, walks out of your room and toward your upstairs bathroom. "excuse me for being chivalrous." he states defensively, "you should be fawning over me with heart eyes at this moment." he says a matter of factly.

you give another eye-roll to his antics, "your right my bad, let me try again." you clear your throat for effect, "on my god, ravi, you're so dashing and charming, and your good looks just stun me." you exclaim with melodramatic affection.

ravi sets you down on the gray granite counter of your bathroom next to the sink. he looks at you with a crooked smile, "that's more like it. you just forgot to mention how you dream of me at night, but it's alright - i've sleep next to you enough nights to know how much you say my name in your sleep." he winks at you with he last bit of his sentence.

you lightly hit his chest, "are you gonna continue to admire yourself or put a bandaid on me so we can watch a movie?"

"while, i'd love to do the former, i'll go with the latter. actually," he pauses, and starts digging through his pockets in search for something, "aha! here, this should make your frown turn upside down." cue another eye roll for his corny humor. he opens his palm toward you to reveal a bandaid, a hello-kitty one.

you take it with a cheerful smile, "thank you, but why do you have this?" you look up at question him.

"you mean why do i carry bandaids for my accident-prone girl?" he rhetorically counters, while kneeling down in front of your bruised knee. "i just figured if you're hurt you can at least look cute being injured."

you can't help but smile at him lovingly as he replaced your dried bloody band-aid with the pink hello kitty one. to finish off, he places a quick kiss on it. "there, all better."

yeah, it was all better now.

-

"hunger games? again?" ravi questions exasperatedly. you two were currently settled under your bed sheets, facing your television. ravi is sat up with your head settled on his chest and his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

the netflix app was open, and the two of you were in the process of deciding on a film. well, you were picking, and ravi kept adding in his own personal opinion that prompted you that annoyed you enough to not choose a movie. netflix recently added the hunger games movies, and you couldn't help but want to watch it - no matter how many times you'd seen it with ravi already.

is having a movie about children dying and killing each other and government control as a comfort movie a red flag? maybe.

"are you judging me, your girlfriend, right now?" you challenge with an arched brow.

ravi holds a hand to his heart, "no, no, of course not. if my girl tells me to do something, then my only option is to obey," he replies mockingly.

you nod in approval, "exactly. glad you get it." you pat the top of his head as if he were a dog who just learned a new trick.

he mimics you and then tickles your side, causing you to jolt in your spot. "shush it, and put the movie on." you give him a glare but move to grab the remote next to you, pressing play to start the film.

as the movie began and went through, the two of you commented on scenes as they came on the tv.

"if we were tributes from the same district, would you kill me?"

"most likely." you say nonchalantly.

you scoff, "gale gets more annoying the more i watch this."

"i would kill for ceasar flickerman's job." ravi expressed.

"i just know you would've fallen off that tree on your own."

"ow!- ok sorry."

after a good three-fourths of the film, your eyes get heavier. yet, you try to remain awake and respond to whatever ravi was saying. but you decide to close your eyes for a moment, claiming you'd open them again when ravi says something. however, that never came to be because you were out like a light, the noise of violence and yelling from the screen lulling you to slumber.

"okay, this is a good movie, but i refuse to watch the sequel after this too." ravi frowns when you don't respond. "baby, i was just kidding, don't give me the silent treatment." he looks down at your body, then takes notice of your closed eyes and steady breathes.

he laughs, "of course, you fell asleep, not even surprised." he leans his head down and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. he whispers to your ear, "good night. hopefully, you have a better day tomorrow, and if not, i'll always be here to cheer you up."

@marigold-morelli

[intellectual6666]

Really, I don't write much about my father. I think, that what specifically should I write about, because there are a lot of things, but too less words to describe. Today, as I sat with my notes app on, I thought and rethought about what should I write.

So let me write about a guy, who is literally Kabir Singh but with one exception that he is a Green flag and without the beard.

As my mother described, the most handsome and charming man she has ever seen in front of her eyes. The one who treats her like a Queen she is. The one whose male ego strikes down once he gets infront of her.

The way the world describes, the angry, disciplined, man of his words and trustworthy man anyone has ever met. The one who didn't let any other guy look at mum in the eyes. The manliest man any girl ever wanted.

Now the way I describe, the man who raised my standards so freaking much, that I don't think I can settle for any less. The man whose photocopy I am. The man with whom I never really discussed my problems but he always gave me an "everything's gonna be alright" eyes. The sweetest, cutest and bubbliest, plushy like guy everyone thinks is very "angry and short tempered"

Happy birthday Baba, maybe this sounds very cliché but I am ready to follow the cliché for you.

[ahamasmiyodhah]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈: Pratap's Dilemma

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: || Kesariya ||~ The Saffron Shade of Love

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: This story is a fictional account on the marriage of Maharana Pratap with Purbai Solankini, the Princess of Solanki Clan. It's strictly fictional and bashing in comments or in my Asks as anons is not allowed other than constructive criticism.

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

"Ajabde? Are you here?" Jaiwanta Baiji asked as she stood at the threshold with Sajja Baiji. The Two Queens were here to talk to Ajabde about the alliance, and wondered how she would react.

"Raani Maasa, Majhli Maasa!” Ajabde got up with Amar, the baby giggling seeing his grandmother, but half asleep and comfortable in his mother’s arms to leave it. Jaiwanta and Sajja Baiji awed the little boy, their little Patta.

"Ajabde, are you busy? Oh, looks like Bhanwarji is sleepy. It's fine, we will come later." Jaiwanta Baiji said gently, looking at Ajabde’s tired eyes. "No no Rani Maa, come in. Amar Singhji will sleep off soon,” Ajabde said softly. “Kuch kaam hai?”

"Ajabde, we have to talk about something important to you." Jaiwant Baiji said gently, gesturing to the Couches. Ajabde smiled confusedly but nodded, walking to couch with them. "Ji Raani Maasa?" Ajabde sat down with Amar in her arms, the baby clinging to her pallu tightly.

Jaiwanta Baiji and Sajja Baiji exchanged a glance. "Ajabde, you know well that we are short of ammunition and army." Jaiwanta Baiji took a deep breath. "Sajja Baiji told us that her Father has a big army in Toda, and I suggested an alliance." She said softly in the end, watching Ajabde's expression falter.

Ajabde felt pain fill her heart, when she read between the lines of Jaivanta Bai's words. She had expected it, but had also not realised how much it would break her when such a situation came up. She slowly nodded.

"For Kunwar Pratap?"

:Jaiwanta Baiji nodded slowly before speaking. "Pyaar Kanwar Solankini. she's niece of Sajja Baiji and granddaughter of Rao Prithvi Singh Solanki of Toda, Daughter of his eldest son and first daughter in law, she was raised by her younger stepmother mainly. I have seen her since childhood, you will love her." She said softly.

”Alright, Rani Maa sa. I understand,” Ajabde said softly. Her words surprised both the Queens, although mildly.

"Ajabde, think again. I don't want you to be hurt. Not that Pyaar Baisa will come between you two- I know her like I know my Shakta." Sajja Baiji said and gently held her knuckles. "But think again."

"Majhli Maasa, I’m not worried about Purbaisa coming between him and I, I don’t know if anyone can ever,” Ajabde said softly. “But I understand. I am Kunwarani of Mewar. I only worry about his reaction.”

"Kunwar Pratap, but why him?" Sajja Baiji asked, but Jaiwanta Baiji understood. Uday Singh had been a hard nut to crack when Sajja Baiji's rishta came for him.

"Majhli Maasa, he won't accept it easily," Ajabde said gently. "He will worry about me, and not pay attention to anyone else in anything but a friendly manner." Ajabde said and Jaiwanta Baiji smiled.

"Ajabde, I know you can make him understand." The hidden meaning was understood by the other two. It was needed for the Kingdom, and potential enemies like Mughals. They had heard about the alliance between Jalaluddin and the Amer Princess Harkha Bai, and realised that Jalaluddin wanted to marry Rajput Princesses to gain momentum in his taking over of Rajputana.

"I will, Raani Maasa. I planned to, anyway," Ajabde cradled Amar close to her, needing her baby boy's comfort. "Ajabde, why don't you write a letter to him?" Sajja Baiji suggested as Amar hugged his mother. "I will, Majhli Maasa. I will,” Ajabde said softly, knowing both mothers had noticed the tears forming in her eyes.

"Ajabde.." Jaiwanta Baiji said softly as Sajja Baiji stood up and hugged her. Both knew how much it was hurting Ajabde, but they also knew that she would have to toughen up. Pratap was heir to the Throne, he had to marry multiple women.

Ajabde hugged Sajjabai tightly, smiling through her tears. “Don’t worry Raani Maasa, I will ensure Kunwar Pratap marries Rajkumari Pyaar Baisa. This is my promise to you both.” Sajja Baiji smiled softly. "We trust you, Ajabde." Sajja Baiji kissed her head, wondering how Ranaji and Ajabde would manage to convince Pratap.

Once they left, Ajabde sat on the couch all while hugging the yoing Amar Singhji, who had fallen asleep as tears brimmed her eyes. Ajabde’s heart clenched painfully at the thought of another woman beside Pratap, her beloved husband. Yet, she swallowed the rising bitterness, knowing their duty to Maatrabhumi outweighed personal emotions.

Her mind raced through memories of their life together, the unspoken love and shared battles, but the reality of their kingdom’s need was undeniable. An alliance through marriage could strengthen Mewar’s defence, and Pratap’s role as Crown Prince demanded such sacrifices. Ajabde reminded herself that their bond was deeper than titles or ceremonies. With tears held back, she resolved to accept this, knowing they both served a higher purpose.

..

Kelwara, Mewar's Base

"Rawat Kakaji, you here?" Pratap came out with a smile along with Chakrapani, wondering what was Rawatji doing here instead of being by his Father's side.

"Kunwar Pratap, I bring an important message for you from your Daajiraj and your Maasa. Also, there is a letter from Ajabde Baisa as well." Rawatji said, his tone serious.

"What is it?" Pratap said and forwarded his hand to the inside of the tent. "Please come inside." He said and they walked in.

"Here is the letter." Rawatji said in a tensed tone, and handed Pratap a scroll. "A serious message?" Pratap asked, worried, taking both letters and opening the one from his father, scanning through it and freezing. "A second marriage? Why?"

Rawatji sighed softly. "We need more army to fight Jalaluddin, and no one is willing to go against the Mughals. The only person who can help us is Toda's King Rao Prithvi Singh Solanki. That's why Maharanisa has suggested an alliance." Rawatji said.

Of course. Of course she would have agreed. They both had vowed to put their Maatrubhumi first and foremost. Taking a deep breath, Pratap looked at Rawatji."So I am to marry someone I do not know, Rawat Kaka?" Pratap asked softly, now needing his father figure. "And what about my Ajabde? How will she feel?"

"Here." Rawatji said and Pratap took the scroll with shaky hands, already knowing the contents.

..

Pratap sat in his tent, the letter from his father, Rana Uday Singh of Mewar, resting heavily in his hands. His heart weighed down by its contents, yet his mind was a battlefield of conflicting emotions. The letter had come with a simple command: a marriage alliance with Pyaar Kanwar Solankini, Princess of Toda. His father’s words spoke of strategy, political strength, and the need to fortify Mewar’s alliances in these turbulent times. Pratap understood the reasoning—he had lived by the same ideals his entire life, putting Mewar and its people above all else. But this… this felt like a betrayal of the heart.

As a warrior, he had faced countless enemies, both on the battlefield and within the political arena. But nothing could have prepared him for the internal war he now fought. His thoughts drifted to Ajabde, his wife, his partner, his confidante. She had always been by his side, understanding his duty as a Rajput, as a warrior. But what was her heart enduring through all of this?

A second letter sat unopened on his desk. Ajabde’s handwriting, so familiar and comforting, now seemed to mock him. With trepidation, he unfolded her words, knowing she had sent this to convince him to accept the alliance. As he read, his heart ached.

My Kunwar Pratap,

Jai Eklingji Ki! I hope you and our army are doing well, Hukum. I know you remember that on our wedding day, we both took an oath together, and promised each other, to put our MaatruBhumi first, to put our people first, before ourselves. That is why I am writing to you today, to give you permission to marry Rajkumari Pyaar Kanwar Solankini. I, in fact, urge you to do the same. The strength of our army will be renewed further, and this is a first step to the Rajputana unity both you and I have envisioned since our childhood.

Hukum, we both know our Rajdharma comes first, and here, your dharma is to marry Purbaisa, and mine is to encourage you to do the same. As your Kunwarani and your wife, I wholeheartedly accept this alliance, and hope you will honour it like you do everything else.

Further, I have heard that the Princess is kind and gentle, and a lot like Majhli Maasa. She will be a happy addition to our family, and our Amar Singhji will get another person to dote on him.

Always yours,

Aapki Ajabde..

Ajabde’s letter was written with care, each word laced with quiet strength and an unspoken pain. She spoke of duty, of how this marriage could strengthen Mewar’s defences and bring peace to their kingdom. She acknowledged that such decisions were never easy, but she believed in him, trusted him to do what was right for their land, for their people.

Pratap could feel her struggle in every line, even though she hadn’t said it outright. She had accepted this, not because she wanted to, but because she understood the larger picture. Yet he could feel the wound this decision had carved into her heart. Ajabde was strong—stronger than anyone else he knew—but she was human, too. And he knew that this decision, no matter how selfless, had hurt her deeply.

His hand trembled slightly as he set the letter down. He could almost see her, sitting alone in their chambers, trying to muster the courage to write those words, forcing herself to ignore her own pain in the name of Maatrabhumi. The thought twisted his heart. He was not in favour of this alliance, not even for a moment. He had never wanted to share his life, his duty, with anyone but her. They had fought together, built their future together, and she had never asked for anything in return except his loyalty. Now, he was being asked to give that loyalty to someone else in the name of political strategy.

But he knew he had no choice.

Pratap was a son of Mewar before all else. He had been raised with the belief that the kingdom always came first, even above personal desires. His father had made that clear. But for the first time, Pratap felt the crushing weight of that belief pressing down on him, suffocating him. He had to agree to the alliance—there was no other way to secure their kingdom’s future.

Yet the knowledge that he was hurting the one person who had always stood by him made his heart bleed. Ajabde’s quiet acceptance made it even worse, for he knew that she would never express her pain. She would support him, just as she always had, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t break something inside her.

With a deep breath, Pratap resolved to speak with her. He needed to tell her that this decision, while necessary, was tearing him apart as well. He couldn’t undo the path set before him, but he could, at least, make sure she knew that she was still the queen of his heart—no matter what alliances were made for Mewar’s sake.

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[whowantslovergirl]

An: YALL VOTED SO ITS HERE pt. 2 of reckless 🥳 YOU NEED TO READ THE FIRST ONE TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE or you will be like this 🫠 and all of you should thank @kentfisherswifee6 for suggesting this WE LOVE YOU hope y’all enjoy 💋

Reckless but Careful

CAN WE TALK ABT FINEEEE HE LOOKS IN THIS GIF GAWT DAYUMM

Pope Heyward x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: tbh idk, ig happy ending, cursing, kissing, reader appreciation, and i think that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

outer banks masterlist

Summary: You learned your lesson about being reckless

posted: April 18,2023

“You didn’t turn off your location!” You roll your eyes. Of course the first thing he didn’t do was turn off his location. “I have Samsung!”

“I have a Samsung too!” So you all see the text between JJ and Singh. Your eyes widened at this one text.

‘I want you to bring Ms. Jewel.”

Well shit.

“Ask him why!” You exclaimed.

“Alright! Alright!” JJ typed and typed.

“You’re such a slow typer.”

“Shut up Y/N! Ok he said ‘I want to see her’ that’s some pedo shit.”

“Shut up Jay! Ok do like a trade in thing. Like I want her for her type shit.”

Pope did not like that idea one bit.

“What? No I’m not letting you do that.”

You roll your eyes and everyone can feel your frustration. He said he was done with you and he has the audacity to care now. You are not letting that bullshit slide.

You turned to him and he sees the look on your face. “I thought you were ‘done’ why do you care?” He was silent searching for an answer. “You’re still my friend Y/N.” You scoff. “Bullshit!”

“Ok lets not do this right now. We have someone who wants to see you and he’s coming here in-.” John B checks his broken watch. “Five minutes!”

You both look at that ground like children getting scolded.

_____

You guys set up traps around the abandoned building and it worked. Singh was now looking for you and you never got Kiara.

So it was totally worth it.

“We need to get her back!” JJ was now going crazy that we didn’t get Kie back. Which is a lot of emotion for someone ‘you like platonically’ or so he says.

“Jay you need to calm down. We’re going to get her back.” Now he was just pacing back and forth, mumbling different plans to get her back.

You can see in the corner of your eye Pope staring at you. You roll your eyes again and you are about to say something but you hear a boat.

It’s Kie.

“Jay” You pointed behind him. He turned around and saw her. They ran up to each other then everyone went to them except you and Pope. You both look at each other. He can tell you miss him and you can tell he misses you.

“Can we talk?” He turned to you and nodded. He went on the boat and you followed.

_____

“They almost kissed?!” Pope just told you that he saw JJ and Kie almost kissed. He nodded. “I obviously don’t care but it’s the-.” “Principle.” You both say it at the same time and looked at each other.

You really miss him even though you broke up only like two hours ago.

“But I understand it is pretty weird since he knows y’all history. You want me to talk to him?”

“No it’s fine I really don’t care.” He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry.” You both say at the same time again.

“You can go first-no you should-.”

You both laugh.

“Can I go?” You turned to him. He nods and does a ‘speak now’ motion. You laugh again. That’s the first thing you liked about Pope. His humor.

“I just want to start by saying you’re right. As much as I hate to say it but you are Pope. I don’t think about my actions and I almost died several times while doing so. And I’m sorry.”

He went up to me and put my hands in his. I looked up at him with a dreamy look.

“I am so sorry with being so stupid. The plan was actually really good. I just don’t want to lose you at least not this early. I love you and I really appreciate you. I just don’t want you to lose your life over something stupid. And I didn’t mean anything I said.”

“So you’re not done with me?”

“Not even one bit.”

You put your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your waist.

“I love you too Popesicle.” He leans in and you smile in the kiss.

You’re going to be more careful next time.

An: AHHHHHH IM SO SORRY YALL i took forever and a day to do this SCHOOL HAS BEEN KICKING MY ASS FRRRR but until I post again my lovers 🤍 (hint: Fred Weasley smut ;)

[mirlvshft]

day 4 of reya singh’s 4-day mind reprogramming process! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

day 4: today is the day you will shift. anchor this firmly in your mindset. as you go through your day and routine, consciously connect every action to shifting. drinking water, brushing your teeth, showering, watching tv, breathing, eating— associating literally every activity, no matter how mundane, to bringing you closer to shift. even negative experiences can be reframed as stepping stones toward this goal. let this relentless positive focus saturate your consciousness. this day takes you into your desired reality.

alright!! this is technically not day 4 as it would’ve been monday the 5th not today (tuesday 6th) so, excuse that, i’ll explain. anyway! before we get into this, i just want to state: no, i did not shift, but maybe got close. this attempt is similar to another. i will explain what happened and my overall thoughts about this process. long post!! (˘ŏ_ŏ)

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆what happened?⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

so to address the timeline, i did attempt to shift monday which is the official 4th day but right when it hit 12am for me since i’m in bed by then. i love “awake” methods, they’re all i usually do but i can only do them at night when i am left alone and nothing is bothering me. i’m busy during the day and there’s never a quiet moment.

i did everything as usual, i got myself ready for bed, buzzing with good energy and semi-controlled giddiness. i lay down, put my headphones on and i listen to reya’s guided meditation. i get into a nice deep calm state, i don’t feel my body too much and i’m very relaxed. i affirm and affirm, keep relaxed. i don’t feel any “symptoms” per se, maybe like a tingling sensation here and there but i barely notice (i know i don’t need to experience these). so this continues on and eventually i go in and out of consciousness. the whole time i doze off and come back, i hear the subliminal music in my ears and no cue i’m in my wr. i remember getting frustrated but not why, i wasn’t mad i wasn’t in my wr or anything i know that for sure. really strange, but i’m not thinking much of it. in summary, i fell asleep and nothing much happened.

that brings me to 12am today. i got ready for bed as usual and around 11:20pm (of yesterday) i’m finally in bed. i’m looking through notifs, apps, etc., then i decide to shift again. because why not? fuck it, let’s do it.

so after reviewing my script (and adding to it), i lay back with alunir’s guided meditation playing in my headphones. i’ve used it several times before. i relax immediately, etc etc etc., you know how it goes. again, not many “symptoms”, i barely notice the smaller ones like tingling. i get into a very very relaxed state, can’t feel my body much and i affirm and set my intentions as i hear what alunir says. like the last attempt, i doze off a little at first but then i’m fully awake. and soon i start smelling the faintest scents of rain and cologne (scripted this for my wr). i’m even calmer than last time this happened, got excited but i shut that shit down quick to focus. another cue i had in mind to know i’m in my wr is connor “waking” me up. he would gently wake me up not by talking but touch. (i’ve yet to post abt him, i will soon. he’s connor from a game called detroit become human. he’s like my assistant(?) in wr)

man i just remembered as i’m typing this up, i felt a shove to my arm/shoulder. it wasn’t aggressive but not so gentle, somewhere in the middle. i can’t tell if this was just a jerk my body did or something more for a split second. i don’t know what to define it as but i’m more sure it was just a jerk than anything else.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆overall thoughts⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

i think this is an amazing process. i believe it really helps lock down your belief in shifting as well as whatever you want to work on while using this. i felt pretty confident about my abilities to shift and it helped strengthen my positivity about shifting as a whole.

throughout all the exercises of this process, it helped strengthen so many parts of myself. reflecting on my journey thus far and what i hope to get out of one of many lives is so incredibly motivating and eye-opening. it gets you to really sit down and think about what you want and what you see for your overall life. this process really helps you see your dr(s) as a real place. not something you can only dream of but a real place where you can be. where everyone around you is real and have very real lives.

i definitely recommend others to try this process out. even if you don’t end up shifting, it can help strengthen your mindset and get you to think deeply about your dr(s). in turn, get you that much more closer to shifting!! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

[blackwendigo13]

Return of the King (preview)

USS Enterprise. Captain's Personal Log: It has been forty-eight hours since the Enterprise was first requested to aid the USS Aquarius in the Theta quadrant. The smaller Starfleet vessel was called to assist with repairs on Starbase Polaris, but their journey here hasn’t been easy. One week ago, the ship was assailed by two unidentified shuttles, suffering minor damage across some of the lower decks before it could raise its shields. It is still not known why this happened nor who the attackers could be. My best guess is that it was an opportunistic attack on Starfleet. Petty vandalism. Something along those lines.

James Kirk drew a glass to his lips, thinking over the frantic message he had received after the attack. He had half expected there to be no ship left to rescue by the time he got there.

He smiled into the glass as he remembered the expression on Captain Singh’s face. He had never seen someone look so relieved.

The ice in his whiskey clinked against the glass as he set it down again.

The crew are admittedly quite shaken up by this encounter, but the USS Aquarius managed to escape fairly unscathed. Our engineers are over there at the moment making sure everything goes smoothly - though, I am of the opinion that they are probably just there to offer moral support. The Aquarius crew is more than capable of supporting themselves. That being said, I am concerned that this unfortunate set back may have given weight to a pervasive myth among the crew of both ships. It is the Captain’s first outing, but the Aquarius has somewhat of an unfortunate reputation, particularly among those who remember its maiden voyage.

He grimaced.

I don’t believe in superstitions; I like to think we have outgrown the need for magic and myth in this age, and yet, I find myself hesitant to outright deny the aura of bad luck that follows that ship around.

There was a knock at the door.

“Enter.” Said Kirk.

The door opened and Spock stepped inside, his hands folded behind his back, “I’m sorry to interrupt, Captain, but Captain Singh has requested to speak to you personally.”

“I'll take the call here.”

“I'm afraid that won't be possible.” Spock said, sparing a glance over his shoulder at the closed door. “She's already onboard.”

Kirk let out a sigh, “Alright, fine. I'll meet her in the briefing room.”

Spock pursed his lips.

“Let me guess,” Kirk rolled his head to the side, “She's already on the bridge.”

“You would be correct.” Spock nodded, “Very astute.”

“And what is it this time?”

Spock stepped away from the door, cutting a slow, elegant path towards the windows on the bulkhead. The bright blue of a nearby nebula was painted across the black expanse outside.

“Permission to speak freely, sir.”

Kirk made a little waving gesture with his hand, “Sure, go ahead.”

“I believe Captain Singh is seeking an excuse to be anywhere other than onboard the Aquarius.”

Kirk cast his eyes over Spock critically. He was still facing the window but his posture had relaxed slightly, as if the strings holding him upright had slackened.

“Really? Why’s that?”

“I thought you were aware of-”

“No, Spock,” Kirk smiled faintly, examining his nearly empty glass as the ice slid across the bottom. “I know why I think she’s here, but I want to hear what you think.”

Spock stiffened, “I don’t think there’s any merit to-”

“Relax, relax.” Holding up his free hand, Kirk shrugged. “I’m not suggesting you actually believe the stories, I just- Well, I’d rather hear it from you before I have to relay this whole incident to an Admiral.”

The tension slowly ebbed out of Spock’s shoulders. “Oh. I see.”

“So?”

“One must admit that the frequency of misfortunes associated with the Aquarius is higher than those of the average Starfleet vessel.”

“Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?”

“Excuse me?”

“You know,” Kirk rotated his hand thoughtfully, “We get into enough scrapes for fifty ships-”

“So it would be unfair to pass judgement on others?”

“Exactly.”

“Even so,” Spock sighed, “The Enterprise is equipped with long-range missions in mind which somewhat necessitate that the crew will eventually encounter danger. The Aquarius, however, is not.”

Kirk made a noise of acknowledgement.

“In four years,” Spock continued, “That ship has encountered no less than eight dire emergencies; two of which lead directly to the death of the previous Captains, the first of which occurred on the ship’s maiden voyage.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“From what I have observed, there seems to be a particular negative connotation with misfortune on a maiden voyage.” Spock’s eyes scanned the ceiling thoughtfully, “One might make the assessment that a ‘bad start’, as it were, indicates an undesirable outlook for the future.”

“And what do you think?”

Spock blinked, turning his gaze to the Captain. As he opened his mouth, Sulu’s voice echoed out from the communicator at the door.

“Sulu to Captain Kirk.”

“Hold that thought.” Kirk set his glass down and crossed to the door, “Yes, Sulu.”

“Captain Singh is here. She says she wants to speak with you.”

“I thought as much. Don’t worry, I’m on my way. Kirk out.” He smiled apologetically at Spock, “We can have this conversation another time.”

“Please.” Spock nodded, “I find human superstitions to be a most intriguing matter of discussion.”

“Then let’s find out if this one holds any water.”

[cafeleningrad]

Hiii ! Here some film ask : 1, 2, 7, 9, 15, 16

Merci beaucoup our tous tes questions, chèrie! :D 🎬

What’s the most depressing movie you’ve ever watched? Easy: Tyrannosaur (2011, directed by Paddy Considine)

2. What’s the most disturbing movie you’ve ever watched? Ooof, okay that's harder because I've some things that do definitely squick me out. For once I saw El perro andaluz way to early at the age of 11, and I still can't forget the moon-eye scene (I don't recommend looking this up, and if so with massive gore warning.) Given that I might not even have watched the most transformative horror movies yet, I think the movie making me feel the most squeamish was Happiness (1998, dir. Todd Solonoz) - which is not even a horror movie. But psychologically thrilling nonetheless. :D

7. A film you wish had a sequel? Phew, another taxing question. Mostly I like movies which manage to economically tell a story within their runtime. Unless their part of a series or saga. And even with these I think they should contain a logical tale within themselves. That's good story telling, knowing exactly how to tell everything properly. (Also sequels often are not... good - mostly.) Alright, enough rambling, if there was a movie I feel like wanting "more of this, please!", Nice guys (2016, dir. Shane Black) could've been such a fun buddy private eye dramedy series.

9. The most aesthetically pleasing movie you’ve ever watched? Uuuh, so many to choose from. I'm general I really love good photography and landscape shots, so even weaker Tyler Sheridan titles, and some of Scorsese's newer movies strike some aesthetical chords in me. There will be blood is generally a good movie (it has Pual Dano it it, yay!), some landscape shots are still burned into the back of my mind. The photography and background design was perhaps the only things that saved Maquia (2018, dir. Okada Maria) for me. Sorry to be such a weeb on main but The Adolescence of Utena (1999, dir. Ikuhara Kunihiko) is just absolutely fantastic visual direction, framing, colour symbolism, geometrical design, direction, theme, and animation skills are at their absolute peak in this movie. But as we are on the topic of anime, every Yen spend on Akira was worth the visual result. Tarsem Singh always creates gorgeous images, the costuming as story telling, the bright colours, the sets, an absolute treat. Edit: How did I forget about Loving Vincent (2027, directed by Hugh Welchman and Dorota Kobiela)?! One movie which doesn't have the most outstanding editing, or colours but still stands out because of the sheer absurdity of set design was Lucky number Slevin (2006, dir. Paul MacGuigan). There is an entire production process for movies. Did none say anything against these terrible wallpapers?! Their existence in the movie was deliberate but how did this decision come to be. I remain fascinated. (By the way the movie is fun, Lucy Liu is in it, yay!) Also, I am a simple woman: If a movie lives on delicious looking cooking scenes, I am all in!

15. A film everyone loves but you hate? Phew... I think for me there is this sense when a movie gets a lot of general hype how "great!", "fantastic!", and "genius!" it supposedly is, and then I watch it, and... it is well made. It s a good movie. In the sense that the crew knew their craft: Proper story telling, good build-up, good lighting, good sound, good costume, good acting. Over all a good work. In times of scraping for the bare minimum of course it's exciting to see a well put together work, and not Netflix slob to fill the screen and kill time. In comparison to another Rayn Reynolds Netflix paycheck work, Boy kills world looks like pure cinema. :/ Still, there is this weird sense of annoyance when a movie is good but no Park Chan Wook, and the fan adjectives are larger than the work itself. But the movie I really don't get the hype for is Mean Girls. Probably I was too old when I watched it, by virtue of being a non-US-citizen, the high school scenario doesn't make sense either. However the only reason I understood why people liked it was nostalgia ("it's so quotable" girl, even Morbious got quoted, the movie is still garbage). It is racist (when isn't Tina Fey), and lacked the actual depth, and larger insight why girls terrorize each other in school than the much better, much more thought through Heathers had. Don't get me wrong, everyone who likes it shall enjoy themsleves, it just a movie I absolutely do not get (if there're better works about such a topic in comparison as well)...

Edit: Oh wait, apparently, I depsise this movie so much I banned it from my conciousness: Seven (1995, dir. David Fincher). A dear friend of mine explained to me carefully how good the editing was. She is right. Yes Fincher is a good director but the material he directs is so often more about him despising other human beings - and the script of Seven is gross and gory for the sole purpose of making an edgelord edgy point how hopeless and bad people are, man. It's nowhere as deep as it wants to be. Given that I've watched other stuff of his, and how all his villains are put in bright colours, I am convinced Fincher must've been traumatized by his mother getting hit by a paint pot. I don't know how else to explain this drap colour grading. This is a movie I can barely be objective about anything.

16. A film you love and everybody hates? A cure for Wellness (2016, dir. Gore Verbinski). I don't know if it's exactly hated but it received poor reviews, and bombed at the box office. Still, I'd fun.

[inmyheaddd]

ravi singh boyfriend headcannons

a/n: omg this has been sitting in my drafts for agesss sorry 😭 need to write for ravi more he’s so bf wc: 1k taglist: @heartwithsimplenotes @anintellectualintellectual @thecircularlibrary masterlist

your parents literally like him more than you now, and boy does he know it. 

you’d come back home to find him in your room sitting on your bed.

“oh, you’re back! was waiting for you for hours— i started to think something terribly awful happened to you.” he got up from the bed in an instant, wrapping his arm around your side and giving you a quick peck on your head.

“hi ravi, um who-“ you furrowed your brows as you looked back to your door then back at him. “who let you in?” 

“oh, your brother did.” he stated matter of factly as you both went to sit down on the bed. “then your parents asked me to stay for lunch, then your dog started playing with me, then i started to miss you so i came up to your room. it smells just like you in here.” 

one thing caught your attention. “then you started to miss me? wow, i see how it is…” you shook your head dramatically and frowned in faux disdain. 

he shot you a smile, “what can i say? the whole family likes me, it’s not my fault.” 

“well i don’t like you.” you crossed your arms over your chest. sarcastic bits like this with ravi happened constantly. 

“oh, you especially like me.” his lips turned up into a slow grin and he poked your shoulder, breaking your annoyed facade and making you laugh. 

ravi makes new nicknames for you all the time.

you were talking a walk, telling him about your day when you paused abruptly and turned away from him, ravi looking at you confusedly and raising a brow.

then you sneezed, and then you sneezed again.

“woah, bless you.” he said through a chuckle, “and bless you again.”

after you tried to resume talking only to be interrupted by a sneeze for the third time, he spoke up.

“sweetheart, you’re going to be holy by the end of the day with how many blesses you’re getting.” he bent down slightly to get a better look at your face. “are you alright?”

you sniffled slightly, “yeah i’m—“ sneeze “i’m fine.” you said as your cleared your throat.

“okay sneezy,” he said as he slung an arm around your shoulder, not caring about getting sick himself, “how about we get you home, you take some medicine while i make you some soup, and you tell me what a spectacular cook i am?” 

“but you’re a horrible cook.” you muttered with a light laugh.

“i’m sorry, what was that?” he bent down slightly with a large grin on his face, “you’re so excited and can’t wait? oh, you’re too sweet to me, sneezy. what did i ever do to deserve you?” he quipped back as kissed the top of your head, before steering you two back to walk back to your house.

he kept calling you ‘sneezy’ the rest of the night and for days after that.

“would you stop calling me that?” you asked.

he took a second before answering, putting a finger on his chin and looking up, before shrugging and simply saying, “no.”

a week later he was the sick one, (he hates being sick. “this is what i get for spending time with my beautiful, amazing, but incredibly ill girlfriend?”) and he would still call you sneezy. 

as much as you wouldn’t like to admit it, you were missing the other cuter nicknames he would call you like crazy. but to be fair sneezy did grow on you. 

his sneezes could make a deaf man hear again. 

you were both sitting in silence, focus only on the horror movie playing on the tv and his sneeze literally made you scream and jump off the couch in fear. you thought you were about to meet your end.

“oh my- ravi!” you said breathlessly as you put a hand over your heart, catching your breath.

he was an absolute laughing wreck at your reaction, and all he had to say was, “what, no bless me?” 

speaking of scaring you, his favorite ways to greet you unexpectedly is hugs from behind, telling you how much he missed you and kissing your head. 

that, or placing his hands on either your shoulders or waist, jolting you and yelling at the same time. you always know it’s him but you get nightmarishly scared every single time. there’s no in between. 

you two have a playlist together and when you’re away, he’d randomly send you a screenshot of a song on it with something along the lines of, “this song reminds me of you.”

when he has to go on a long car ride alone he sends you updates by the hour. literally.

your texts:

ravishingly handsome — Hour one, all is good. Some bastard cut me off and another nearly rear ended me, but still, all is good 👍 

you — oh my god ravi 

you — are you okay?!?!

you — pls call me when u can 

ravishingly handsome — I’m actually perfectly fine

ravishingly handsome — Felt a strong urge to curse them out and hit something, then I thought about your face and oddly enough I felt perfectly peachy, if not a little happy 😃🙂

you — no you did not 😭 possibly giggling and kicking my feet rn

you — ur emojis make me laugh out loud 

ravishingly handsome — I think I’M the one making you laugh out loud, not my emoji choices

ravishingly handsome — Also, call me any time. Always free for you.

he texts like an old man honestly, but you love it. 

he’s the type to not be on social media too much, so when you say a reference/ joke he just thinks you’re insanely funny. 

you don’t have the heart to tell him it’s not your joke.

you start to influence him though, and he has little pieces of your slang/ way of talking in his everyday talking.

obvious but, he is a proud member of the sassy man apocalypse. 

all of your parents are now best friends because you and ravi spend so much time together and are always at eachothers houses.

it’s gotten to the point when sometimes your mom texts ravi’s mom to ask you to clean your room when you get back, because you aren’t answering your phone. 

sleepovers that last days are very common occurrences. 

you’re always wearing his sweaters, and he secretly loves seeing them on you so much. 

forehead kisses are 24/7, along with interlinked hands and his thumb running circles on your knuckles.

he doesn’t believe in all that toxic masculinity BS, but when you hold his bicep when walking, his heart flutters a little.

he’s always mentioning you, and your friends harmlessly poke fun at him for the way he can’t stop smiling whenever your name is mentioned, or how he can’t stop talking about you.

you both adore the small quiet moments, like him putting a necklace he bought you on you, or running your fingers through his hair after he’s had a stressful day. 

sometimes he cuts himself off when talking to you, or forgets what he’s saying simply because he thinks you’re so gorgeous. you act annoyed and tell him to “stop that,” but the flush on your face and the way you bite back a smile says otherwise.

[sleepy-boything-shit]

Hello, again, dear. It seems that you need more kindness tonight, which I am happy to give. Here are some questions to distract you:

On a scale of 1-10, how much do you use the word “like”?

Have you had any water as of late? (If not, here is your reminder that water is good for you.)

If you could have any superpower, what would you pick?

If you could choose between flight and invisibility, which one?

Do you have any pets? If yes, how many/what kind? If not, do you want any? If yes, how many/what kind?

What is your favorite subject in school?

What is your favorite song as of late? What is a song you grew up hearing?

I know life is tough right now. Everything feels like it’s against you. But, I assure you, the world has a place for you. You will find it. Maybe not today, but you will; good things take time. You’re doing great, dear. You’re doing just fine. Make sure you’re taking care of yourself, alright? You are loved.

- 🎶

probably like a 10

yeah, had twice the amount i usually do. and the amount i usually have is probably like a fourth of what i should.

invisibility.

invisibility.

I have none.

Choir

A different age - current joys, take me to church - hozier and tum hi ho - arjit singh

thank you. ill try.

[muchadoaboutstartrek]

Strange new worlds - S02E03 "Tomorrow, Tomorrow and Tomorrow"

Alright, just a quick rant- look I don't even mind the Kirk/La'an ship all too much (Spock/La'an is still my ultimate ship) but the issue that I have with it is the same that I have with Spock/Chapel - these guys have never even met prior to this episode and you want me to believe that La'an "trust issues" Noonien-Singh absolutely falls head over heels for someone she only met less than 24h ago??? I mean c'mon, are we watching the same character?

Spock/Chapel - pretty much the same shit. How do we go from Chapel meeting Spock for the first time in S01E01 to her already being all too flirty and obviously smitten in S01E02??? Like can we have some consistency.

The thing is, these guys don't interact frequently and even when they do, it's something job related in most cases. What we are missing are filler episodes that focus on the crew's character developments instead of chasing plot 24/7. I love SNW and how the episodes are full of action but sometimes I just want to see (like if we are gonna go by ships and they wanna make them believable) Spock and Chapel talking and building their relationship and Jim and La'an doing the same and not expecting me to believe in the star crossed romance they're trying to sell me after these two have never met before that...

Now you guys may be wondering, why the hell do I ship Spock and La'an then if I can't even believe in the official ships... well tbh even through limited contact these two have had together, writers seeem to be hell bent on making the two of them the pair with the most parallels ever known. Don't believe me? Well then I have to say you should definitely check out @tinderbox210 because she has the most amazing list of ALL the parallels of the two of them and the list just keeps on expanding with every passing episode.

Just so we are clear, this post is not meant to offend shippers of these pairings, I am blaming writers most of all because there are huge missing pieces in between episodes with many moments that could be used for development of these relationships. All I'm saying is, if these writers wanna sell the ship - they have to make it believable for everyone (so that even non shippers can go "ok I don't ship but this has potential and works, I can see where they're coming from).

[kraekat29]

Paper Rings- Chapter Forty Six

JJ helped Ruby off the plane, his arm going around her waist as they walked through the grass.

She leaned against him, both mentally and physically exhausted after the past events in the last forty-eight hours.

She rubbed her eyes, struggling to stay awake as JJ went over the plan with Barracuda Mike, taking the bag of machetes from him.

JJ helped Ruby onto the bus, her nuzzling her face against his shoulder as he spoke to the tour guide.

It was surreal, she couldn’t believe her and JJ had actually ended up in South America, it was apart of their dream.

So she tried to imagine this was just a vacation, not a rescue mission for a man who could care less if she was dead or alive.

JJ kissed her temple, his arm going around her and squeezing her against his side, the smile on his face was breathtaking, his eyes sparkling like a little kid.

She looked up at him, no- telling him on a crowded tour bus wouldn’t be a proper place to tell him she was pregnant.

The moment had to be perfect, she knew that much, plus she was still in shock herself, and terrified.

“Do you think we’ll be able to find them?” Ruby asked, “I think so- no fucking way” JJ said, watching as Pope and Cleo ran past.

She slung her duffel bag over herself and hopped down, taking his hand in her own, mentally preparing herself.

And just like that the two took off running until Pope and Cleo stopped, barely having time to speak before the saw Singh’s men.

The four of them ran and hid behind the fruit stands, struggling to catch their breaths as Ruby’s hand absentmindedly flew to her stomach, sighing in relief.

JJ didn’t notice, too busy getting the latest details and plan from Pope, but Cleo looked over, automatically moving over to her.

“you okay..?” Cleo asked, hugging her, “define okay..” Ruby said, hugging her back.

“So are you..?” Cleo trailed off, “yea.. yea I am..” Ruby breathed out, still in shock, “have you told rude boy yet?” She asked and Ruby shook her head no.

JJ and Pope came back over, JJ hugging Ruby from behind and kissing her head.

“Alright we’re gonna start headed toward that hill. Looks like we just gotta keep goin up” JJ said, “good thing I brought a bunch of water” Ruby said with a laugh.

He put his hand in hers, squeezing it gently as they began to walk.

Next stop was El Dorado.

[meloncholy-words]

Crime Doesn't Wait For Us

Pavitr and Gayatri are having a sleepover, holding each other so lovingly and tenderly. Unfortunately, crime does not care what you may be doing.

A/N: I wrote this story over a few days and every time I picked it up it was past 9PM. As most of my stories are made, of course. So if it isn't super great I blame that, as I usually do. I swear I can't help it, I just don't feel like writing any other time T^T

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Warnings: Mentions of past death and violence, but nothing explicit. Pavitr briefly goes into detail about a fight but it's very brief!

Pairing(s): GoldenClass(Pavitr x Gayatri)

AO3

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Inspector Singh was very protective of his daughter, and disapproved of most boys that she knew. He did his best to make sure that she was nothing but safe and loved, and was overly critical of... Well, everyone. But even so, he did want to her to be happy. And if that meant eventually caving in to accepting her boyfriend, then maybe that's just what he had to do.

When Gayatri had formally introduced him to Pavitr, he couldn't really say that he was surprised. He had seen them, even when they thought that he couldn't. He could see how they leaned into each other, how an accidental brush of the hand usually lasted longer when they didn't realize that he was looking, how their hugs goodbye after school lasted longer than they probably should have.

Sometimes, he could even hear them in her room. Now that one was a bit concerning, as he wasn't really sure how that Prabhakar kid even got in there, but he never really said anything. They seemed happy, and he knew that his daughter was responsible enough to not do anything stupid while they were alone. He didn't know a lot about this kid, but if Gayatri was so happy with him, he didn't want to ruin that by pushing too hard.

When they had finally met, Inspector Singh could say that he, for once, approved. Pavitr himself seemed to be a good person. He was confident and loud, but he was also incredibly polite. He was patient and careful with his words, and he looked at Gayatri as if she was the only thing that he could. Now that was something that Inspector Singh could trust, especially with his daughter.

Despite that, he still set some boundaries for them. He did not mind Pavitr coming over to visit Gayatri, to even spend the night if he wanted. However, he did not approve of her going over to his place. It was easier to know that Gayatri was safe if she stayed home, and Pavitr seemed to understand that entirely.

Which was how they ended up here, having a little sleepover in Gayatri's room. There was music in the background playing from Pavitr's phone, some random song that they weren't paying attention to. They were sitting on the bed, legs crossed and facing each other as Gayatri painted his nails. Pavitr was ranting about his day, talking about school and his... other duties.

"So the robber swung at me, and then I ducked because of course I did - I'm Spider-Man, it's too easy - and so I landed a few hits, and then the robber-"

"Pavitr," Gayatri said, interrupting his speech softly, "you know I love you and everything about you, but please. Stop talking with your hands for just a moment, I am painting them."

"Oh, sorry," he said sheepishly. He hadn't even realized it, but his hands had lost themselves somewhere in the air while he was talking. Delicately, he gave the hand that she was working on back to her.

"It's alright, don't worry," she reassured. Her thumb ran gently over his knuckles, which were still slightly bruised. She brought it up to her lips, kissing them with care. "I know it's your job and all, but you should try to stop getting into so many fights. At least the unnecessary ones."

"You know I can't do that," he whispered, being mindful to not get so excited he waves his hands around again. "Every fight could be a necessary one to join. If I ignore it, something bad could happen. It certainly wouldn't be the first time."

Gayatri's hand stilled, the brush of the polish stilling at the tip of his nail as she felt the mood shift. Her eyes wandered up to his eyes, glossy and rather vacant. His eyebrows were furrowed slightly, almost unnoticeable. But she had known him long enough to be able to pick it out.

"So what happened next?" His eyes become focused at the sound of her voice, meeting her gaze. "After- after you got those hits in. You never finished the story."

Pavitr smiled softly, putting himself back into the moment. He felt infinitely lucky to have a girlfriend who cared for him so much, and who knew him so well.

"Ok, so, after I got in a few hits, the robber pulled out a gun and-"

"I think that's enough of the story."

Pavitr let out a short bark of laughter, curling forward and pressing his forehead to Gayatri's. She continued decorating his nails as he laughed to himself. Her eyes briefly glanced up to his joyous face, taking in the sight of his scrunched nose and wide smile. She was so happy to have someone like him to call hers.

"Alright, now you just need to wait for it to dry," she said as she coated his final nail. "Try not to rub it on anything, and don't use your hands too much until you're sure that they're entirely dry."

"Yes, ma'am!" Pavitr assured, curling his hands into bear claws. He let out a soft, playful growl as he did so, pulling a chuckle out of his girlfriend. "So uhhhh, what should we do now? While we wait for this to dry at least."

Gayatri pondered for a moment, racking her brain for things to do. "Well, I usually just watch a movie, or if I'm up to it just talk to my dad. But we probably shouldn't bug him, so... Movie?"

"Yeah, that sounds good! You can pick one, I don't care too much."

Gayatri and Pavitr settled into her bed comfortably, her laying against his shoulder with his head on hers. Pavitr had his hands interlocked with themselves resting on his chest to ensure they dry properly. Their legs were intertwined, and Gayatri had her laptop resting in her lap as she scrolled through a list of movies.

"Anything catch your eye?" Gayatri asked, continuing to scroll mindlessly through the options. "I've watched most of the good stuff, but I don't know what you've seen or not."

"Eh, not really, and I don't want to make you watch something you've seen before," came his reply as he leaned deeper into her scent. "What if we just watched the worst rated film on here?"

Gayatri paused her scrolling for a moment to contemplate his idea. She quickly opened up another tab, looking up what exactly the worst rated film would be. It was some animated movie, and it looked absolutely atrocious. It was perfect.

The character models were flat, yet somehow chunky. The voice acting was flat, made from people who didn't seem to even want to be involved in the movie. The story itself was all over the place, and neither could really describe it if someone else asked what it was about.

There were many laughs shared, mostly over how absurd the film was. They conversed back and forth about random things, sometimes not even related to what they were watching. Gayatri let out a few yawns, feeling tuckered out as the night progressed, and Pavitr let out many more.

In the final few minutes of the movie, Pavitr was entirely gone. He was snoring softly, face buried deep in Gayatri's hair and hands still locked with each other. Gayatri smiled warmly, deciding to let it at least finish. She had gotten this far, she may as well.

She was quick to back out of the movie once it had finished, opening up one of her shows to continue watching where she had left off. Pavitr was asleep, so she didn't feel too bad. She didn't get half way through the next episode when she had fallen asleep as well.

When the sun peaked through the curtains, Pavitr found his eyes opening slowly. He felt Gayatri's body heat against hers, smelling the perfume that essentially coated the room. There was an itch in the back of his head, alerting him that something was about to come up before it actually did.

Slowly, he wiggled himself out from under his girlfriend, laying her gently against his pillows. He crept over to the other side of her room where his bag was located, slipping his hand to the very bottom and pulling out his Spider-Man suit.

As quietly as he could, he slipped his suit over his muscular skin and fluffed his hair. Silently once more, he tip-toed back to the bed. His hand found its way on the side of Gayatri's face, caressing it softly. He planted a firm kiss onto her forehead, pressing their noses together.

"I have to go my love," he whispered. "I'm sure I'll be back before you awake, but I tell you now in case I don't"

The itch in his head began to grow, ringing through his ears in a steady and heavy thrum. He pushed the window open, attaching himself to the wall and making his way onto the roof. He perched himself on the ledge, patient and focused as he listened for any danger.

A scream to his left caught his attention quick, and soon enough he was jumping over the streets. Sometimes he wished that he could just sleep in, but that wasn't really how it worked.

Crime didn't wait, and neither could he. At least he would have something interesting to tell her when he came back.