#Jus cause they liked a woman does not mean they can't like a man

[montysoup]

'Can 2 men not just be friends?'

Sure they can, infact it's rude to assume they're anything more than that if they're real-life people. Of course, just because it's rude doesn't mean your wrong but as my dad (and lots of other people I'm sure) likes to say, 'assuming makes an ass out of you and me'.

However if the 2 men in this situation are fictional then them just being friends is entirely up to interpretation.

A straight person might just see them as friends because it's content and we all like to see content that represents us -even if they already have abundances of it.

And a queer person might see them as potential lovers, both due to being more open-minded to something like that and because, as I previously said, people like to be represented.

Now I don't mean to say straight people aren't open minded because, fact is, your sexuality does not define how open you are to things. All I'm saying is a queer person is more likely to already be open-minded due to having to realise their sexuality is different from the perceived 'normal' and having to be accepting of it.

So in conclusion, yeah 2 guys can absolutely only be best pals but that might just be how only you see it, and maybe there's something you need to look deeper into if you're getting upset at people interpreting the relationship of 2 fictional guys as romantic.

[blorbocedes]

If winning the WCC is a team effort, does that mean if redbull chose Mercedes at the end of the year, the whole team has to offer service? Do all redbull employees get to have fun with Merc employees or just the team principal? I don't know but the thought of grandpa Newey and one eye blind grandpa Marko double teaming Toto makes me crackle.

Are drivers included in the package? I mean drivers are a very big part of the constructers afterall. Does the winning tp get to have fun with anyone from the chosen team or does everyone from the winning team get to have fun with anyone from the chosen team?

If the drivers are included, I can already imagine Lance crying while throwing his hands up like a spoiled brat to Lawrence because he knows he ain't getting picked by his once man again. That cat with two women meme, Lance being the woman throwing tantrums for a race win or constructors win because Checo isn't going to pick his annoying his ass any time soon. While Lawrence is the cat thinking— what the fuxk is this bitch saying, is it too late to abort a 23 year old.

My personal headcanon for the winners room universe is that— George has never got picked by anyone, not even Valtteri because he knows choosing him would give the tory satisfaction. I'd like to think after his dnf in Sakhir 2020, he was literally begging to the racing gods for an Alex win because that is the only person who could theoretically pick him. Every time Maggie Thatcher' illegalized legal grandson ruins someone’s race, thinking if they win they'd pick him to defuse their rage, he's only hurting his chances because no one (expect maybe Alex) won't pick his annoying ass jus hear God save the queen/king all the time.

Another headcanon of mine is that— just like how Seb went to AM because it's like a bootleg version of his ex-wife (redbull), Lawrence employed him because he thought getting another older man would get his son to stop crying. But neither Seb or Lance got the satisfaction and now both of them are wailing at Lawrence's ears (one more directly into his ears than the other) and now he wants yeet himself through the window anytime he sees his drivers walking towards him.

at first I was like oh it's just toto, but then like . one 60 year old dude for ALL of redbull??? isn't that great a reward, so I'm revising it to merc staff -- specifically the ones toto told to have a picture of their enemy (redbull) taped to their wall for #motivation (so weird that's a real thing 😭 his lockscreen is Christian Horner isn't it), so merc employees EXCEPT drivers are fair game (cause drivers get to be picked for wcc winner's room so they can't be double booked)

but for redbull constructors, yes the rb drivers get to join in they brought in all the points!!!

vahdjns not Lawrence thinking it's too late to abort a 23 year old 😭😭😭

I LOVE George never getting picked for the winner's room 😭😭 just puffing his chest out and watching all his peers get picked (max with all his spare wins gets alex, charles wins, carlos picks landito) and he's just waiting . Waiting for that Lewis first win maybe... maybe then???

gahsjdjd lance wanting an older teammate to top him but seb is a bottom so no one's getting what they want and Lawrence has a HEADACHE 😭 so he signs the dilfest dilf on the paddock nando to throw at lance if he shuts up

[lit-works]

As I pat my team captain on the back, I notice his expression suddenly turns grim. "What is wrong, Logan?" I ask as the two of us move away from our teammates.

"I smell a fire, Kurt," Wolverine whispers. "A big one "

"The wind is coming in from the west." I note. "There's a U.S. Forest preserve over that way. Do you think it could be a forest fire?"

My friend shakes his head. "No, I smell traces of gasoline fumes, burning rubber, insulation, phosphorous…"

"Phosphorous? You mean like a bomb?"

I look towards the X-Men leader, but Storm is speaking intently with Magneto as he herds the youngsters back inside to attend their studies. I signal Rogue to come over to Wolverine and I.

"What can ah do for you gentlemen?" The young woman asks in her melifluous southern drawl.

"Rogue, I want you to fly over the lake and see if you can spot smoke," Wolverine says.

"All right." She replies, looking at me, puzzled.

I hold her back for a moment, "Just look, Lieb-chen," I say, "Don't get close. The fumes could be dangerous."

"Ah'll be real careful, Shugah." Rogue replies teasingly. She runs a gloved finger up the blue fur along my arm and flashes me one of her dazzling smiles before she starts upwards.

A touch of sadness creeps over me as I watch her fade Into a speck in the sky. Rogue can be a charming flirt, and is quite attractive, but I know it is only her defense against the loneliness that her mutant powers forces upon her. I can't imagine what it would be like to be cursed with her power, to have to avoid touching all human flesh. If she does touch someone, she steals that person's spirit for a time and causes them to lose consciousness. Rogue originally came to the X-Men for help with this precise problem, but so far, no one has been able to discover a way to permanently control the automatic transfer.

"I used to feel sorry for myself," I tell Wolverine. "Because I look so different. But I can not think of any problem worse than Rogue's. At a time in her life when she should be exploring intimacy, she dares not to."

Wolverine shrugs. "She's probably better off than the rest of us."

I eye Wolverine critically. I've seen him heartbroken on many occasions, and yet he hasn't given up on love. I know that beneath his gruff exterior is a man whose soul aches for the true union of body and spirit with another.

"Surely you do not mean that." I whisper quietly.

"Maybe not," He says, watching Rogue land lightly on the balls of her feet like an acrobat, her face flushed with the exhilaration of flying. She is not jaded by this power, even though she uses it constantly.

"The fire's on Obar Island," She announces. "Billowin' clouds o' black stuff. Y'all don't think the sparks could spread the fire over all that water,do ya?"

"Probably not." Wolverine replies.

"Obar Island," I muse. "Isn't there some sort of military base there?"

"Last time I flew over there, about a month ago," Rogue reports. "They were jus' puttin' up some buildin's and postin' it with some real unfriendly signs–all about prosecutin' trespassers and stuff like that."

"Sounds like the army, alright," Wolverine mutters.

Just to be sure, the three of us troop into the school kitchen to use the telephone. I listen as Wolverine reports the fire to the local authorities. He speaks to someone on the other end of the line for a moment, then says, "I see. Okay."

"What did they say?" I ask.

"The situation is under control." Wolverine answers.

"Good."

"Not really," he replies. "'cause they're lyin'."

"How do you know?" Rogue asks.

"I just do."

I've had enough experience with Wolverine's intuition before. He's not often wrong. I'd be willing to bet he is right now, too. "But why would they lie?" I ask.

"Maybe there's some sort of poisonous gas out there, an' they don't want t' panic the populace." Rogue guesses.

"You've got a vivid imagination, Kid." Wolverine states. "But I don't smell any poison. More likely, the army just doesn't wanna breach security on the island. They'd rather let it burn into the water than bring in outsiders."

I shake my head. Wolverine once worked for the military, and he accepts such things matter-of-factly, but I am still appalled by such a destructive, secretive mentality. "Well?" I ask. "Should we consult with our fearless leader on this one?"

"Ah'll go find her," Rogue offers, and she hurries off to fetch Storm.

[onegreybun]

You Called? [Prompt 15, Part 4]

Viv sits in the creaking chair, her brow knit with deep lines of worry.

She looks towards the man across from her, watching as he sets his coat up on the hooks by the door. Blunt fingernails start scratching the skin of his bare arm and he turns his elbow to see if an insect bite has caused this irritation. It had been such an adjustment at first, getting used to Kouka without the scars. Even more that his life was no longer defined in that way.

It was another part of the viera's rejuvenating magic. A whole new body, solid and intact.

"...Kouka, are you sure?"

Her voice comes out in a small whisper. It's similar to a child's tone, trying to find out if they're in trouble or not.

The man sits down heavily, the chair he chooses also letting out a loud creak in protest. It's common theme in Idyllshire with any furniture that's not stone. Kouka leans forward, placing arms on his elbows and threading his fingers together.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure. 'f I saw a dream like that, I'd remember it. Any dream I'd remember it, but 'specially that one... Betch'er life on it."

She shakes her head. "I don't understand. You haven't had any of these dreams... How come this is happening to us, and not to you?"

Kouka's eyes are relatively absent. It's an emptiness that they've all had at one point or another, their burdens too great to process so the mind relieves them for a bit. In this case, it's from a lack of having the answer desired. All he really has is a hunch that he can deliver with a small amount of confidence.

"Well... I din't really die, Viv. Not like th'rest of y'lot. You all let that las' breath of soul out, and he had ta put it back in. Me? He jus' grew me a new neck-down."

Viv always kept forgetting that. Even when she did remember, she never considered it an important enough distinction to make. Kouka had been so close to death back then with his illness and condition. Not to mention his attempt at leaping from the ledge. Part of her was grateful that her friend hadn't met the end.

A larger part just kept screaming 'lucky bastard' off the walls of her mind.

"You're sure he doesn't know what's going on? He knows about the dreams, but... It's not on purpose? You're really sure?"

Kouka shrugs. "Sure as anyone can be, given th'kind of person he is. Never tells y'much about this stuff anyway. But he had that loss in his eye when I told him. Din't have an answer for th'question, y'know? Kinda got quiet... Changed th'subject. Y'know what that means."

The woman rubs her face, drinking from the cup of coffee at her elbow. Room temperature. Yuck. She pushes it away to avoid another brainless sip and sighs.

"...Right..."

Light green eyes see this, and a large hand takes the mug. "Think that's all y'wanted to know, right? Even with th'new stuff... That's all I got. Burnt yer letter, though. For appearances," He punches open the latch of the window, carelessly tossing the dark liquid out and onto the grass below before closing it again.

Viv snorts out a chuckle. "Does he still not know you can read, now?"

Yellowed teeth stretch into a grin and he cackles. "Nah. S'the one thing I got over him, y'know?" Kouka walks to the kettle, pouring a fresh mug of brew and setting it in front of Viv. "...Nice, too. T'hear 'im. Since he makes th'letters talk with th'magic."

She arches a brow. It's 'nice'? That's not something she's expecting to hear. Not even a little bit. A year back, Kouka and Bashu were at each other's throats. "...What are you saying?"

A silence builds between them before Kouka vigorously shakes his head. "No, no, nothin' like... Anything like that. No. Ain't... In a romantic way. Jus' that..."

He sighs with the weight of a man who has been through unfathomable trials. They all had, in their own ways, but Viv knows the brinks Kouka has been pushed towards. He seems to lack the words to continue his thought, but it's not necessary. Viv can guess where it's going. And even if she can't, it's probably none of her business anyway. She reaches to his hand and rubs the back of it to pass a little comfort.

"I'm just glad you're here, Kouka."

The man nods and wraps his arm around her shoulders, the two of them squeezing each other in a tight, side-ways embrace. Truth be told, it's been on-and-off hugs since he called to her in the street. Both of them are exceedingly grateful for this one anchor of security among the chaos.

"S'right. I'm here. An' I ain't leavin' again 'til we get this shit straight."

[erinomeumbriel]

Chapter 1

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“Blyat, I did it again!” A woman in her early 20s yelped in distress, another mistake was made again within the last 30 minutes, as she accidentally knocked out a pile of paperworks by her office table, this was the fifth time she did comprising the mentioned time, one that kept happening due the way her desk is full of other business that she needed to do. Absolutely, she’s stressed to the boot and yet, she can’t complain when she knows that the job she chose wasn’t that of an easy-going one. There’s a lot to do, and it doesn't help matters when she’s feeling so stressed and annoyed by the unfortunate happenings that seem to be targeted towards her and her only.

Y/n could only scowl and lean down from her seat to collect the papers that fell, did she absolutely want to rip it apart, every time she went through pages and pages her resentment grew and grew more to the point she had to take a deep breath to stop herself from going berserk. She almost slammed the papers back to her desk the moment she was finished, instead she decided to focus on the dossier at hand so she can finally move on to the other ones. However, before she could even lay her eyes on it, someone knocked at her office.

It’s either someone who just wants a chat or another work incoming. Y/n prayed to heavenly deities that it was not the case.

“Who is it?” She slumped in her swivel chair. This time she’s adamant that fate doesn’t want her to finish her work and this time too, she’s given up on trying. Mental health is important, that’s her work’s motto, but fate sure is determined to deplete Y/n’s sanity little by little.

"It's me, Mario." A gruff voice said,muffled by the door that's between him and Y/n. She slumped further but fixed herself to make herself presentable in front of the higher up. Despite knowing that it is indeed another work incoming, she can't exactly sulk. That would cause her superiors to be disappointed, or worse, fire her. Yes, they're indeed petty, like everyone else.

"Ah Sir Mario, the door's open." Y/n answered after mentally and physically preparing herself. Like the professional person she is, she turned on her business smile, one that she mastered for over the years she worked under the Security unit. It was fake but real and polite enough in the eyes of the receiver, one that covers her irritation and shows none other than customer service attitude.

It works every time.

A black-haired, tall man in his 40s entered, wearing the similar white coat Y/n is wearing but instead of wearing formal suits, he has blue medical scrubs on. He must've just finished a job, probably another patient going into a manic state. She has that theory seeing the scary Red liquid staining his coat, must’ve been a violent one. It happens like a cycle and Y/n is thankful that her job doesn't require capturing and tranquilizing poor patients. If she was in the job, she would've been sent to the ground in a minute and cry her eyes out. Sometimes she wonders why she even considered working in a building full of psychos and violent people. Some aren’t that bad as they’re just depressed suffering people but the others, not that saintly. But does she really have a choice considering that there’s not many places that offer such a generous salary?

"Another patient?" Y/n asked, talking about the scratches in his arms and Mario grunted, meaning yes. Of course, he was grumpy. Now Y/n thinks that her misfortune is nothing compared to this man's. Mario had a portfolio in his hand, another delivery from the higher ups. Geez, if they want to give work, why don't they give it to her personally instead of making poor, tired Mario deliver it to her?

"Got set off by another crazy fucker, then boom, he started to go hysterical and throw food trays. When we tried to calm him down, he pulled a fork out of nowhere and stabbed a security guard in his hand." Now that's a lot of mess and now that’s where the blood came from. Yikes. She winced just thinking about how messy the cafeteria was and how chaotic and hard it would be to tranquilize the man. And before Y/n can ask another question, Mario almost placed the folder on the table when his eyes landed on the piles of dossiers. With that, he raised his eyebrows and looked a bit reluctant to even put down the paper in the never-ending pile. Y/n appreciated the action and pity.

“Are you finished with work?” Mario asked reluctantly, eyeing the tiredness in her actions and the way her office table was almost filled to the brim, the stacks threatening to fall with just one flick. One more paper added to the pile and it would fall over. Y/n, ever the typical tired worker she is, didn’t have the courage to raise her eyebrow and say something sarcastic to the man. Obviously she isn’t finished, she hasn’t finished even thirds of it, but she decided that she is for today. It’s late and she would need to go home soon, so even if she fastened her pace it wouldn't be finished either way. She didn’t want to spend the night here either, someone might break in despite the tight security. It’s just her being paranoid but it’s better than nothing.

After much deliberation, she finally answered.

“Well, no but yes.” Mario didn’t bother questioning her vague response, knowing it's just the way she was. He shrugged. If he heard the word yes, then it's a yes. And thus he finally handed the files to Y/n, who slightly slumped at the sight of the portfolio. There goes another, another work added in the pile. Thankfully, there are no patients assigned for today or they would see how much of a stressed shitpile their psychiatrist really is. Y/n took the thick brown folder, already knowing it's a new patient assigned to her and a new problematic patient in the secure unit.

“This is directly from the higher ups. It seems like a high profile one this time.” Mario supplied as Y/n opened the portfolio with much curiosity. If it’s directly from them then she has no choice but to agree, things like this rarely come by. However she can’t help but feel scared as to what kind of person this upcoming patient is.

Immediately, her eyes gravitated towards the 1x1 picture at the top left side corner of the first page. To be frank, he doesn’t seem to be the type of guy to be admitted to such a place as a Secure unit. He just..looks a bit too clean and young, despite the fact Y/n saw some who are far too young and look a bit too innocent for their crimes. Her job doesn’t require prejudice and despite encountering so many unexpected people, she just couldn’t help it. His features weren't that of a man who is capable of the reason for admission written in his papers.

He has a Chocolate colored hair, Y/n feels dumb using that kind of comparison. However when she looked at his eyes properly, she reconsidered the innocent impression she had of him. His eyes can be compared to the color of a Red Tamarillo, empty and extremely flat, just looks lifeless and devoid of emotion. And his entire face, no matter how handsome he is, Y/n takes notes, there’s just no trace of emotion, just stoicness and nothing else. He gives absolutely nothing away with his nonexistent expression.

Y/n continued to read through his file. He’s currently in College and is intelligent as listed in his additional achievements. She's right he doesn’t seem to be the type of person to commit crimes but a lot of narcissists proved her wrong already. She continued reading through and she sucked a heavy breath in, it got her furrowing her eyebrow in confusion.

“Why isn’t he in jail?” Y/n questioned and Mario shrugged, “1st degree murder isn’t something to be taken lightly off.” She continued. Contrary to his appearance, this patient is ruthless, written in his reason for admission, he killed an assistant teacher in the college he attends. She was dismembered and had 100 stab wounds. The reason of death was blood loss and a fatal wound to the throat, there could be a possibility that the victim was alive during the dismemberment, Y/n prayed that the poor soul wasn’t.

“He has Alexithymia.” Mario supplied, Y/n was about to retort when Mario raised his arm to signal her to stop talking as he’s not finished yet, “I know, it’s not a mental illness and not enough to get you admitted here.” Mario spoke and heaved a sigh, taking the file and flipped it to a certain page before giving it back to her.

“But his lawyer pleaded insanity, what’s more crazy was that the judge and juries agreed to this.” Mario said while Y/n read through, immediately she saw the reason for this unfair trial, “His family is very wealthy and paid the entire court. So his appeal was sustained and given a very short sentence of 2 to 4 years of mandatory treatment at a mental hospital.”

“I’m guessing they paid the higher ups too. Considering it’s a direct order from them.” Y/n said and Mario nodded, “Their minds got muddled in the face of money huh.”

“Yes, and you have to accept this guy.” Mario said, waving his hand. Obviously, he was numb already when it comes to justice, most of the prisoners here are the reason. This new guy isn’t spared as an example either. In a place like this, there’s no hope for justice Y/n supposed.

“I’m not planning to, he’s going to be my last patient. Besides, the pay is good.” Y/n answered and Mario smiled and shook his head. That’s true, she’s planning to leave and take on another job that’s less mentally taxing and besides, she needs that money.

“And you said those lawyers and judges are money addicted.” Mario jokingly grumbled,clicking his tongue. But Y/n despite knowing it’s already a joke responded.

“There’s a difference! I’m doing my job while those men are being corrupt, two different shit.” She reasoned, crossing her arm. In her mind, she’s already planning treatments and how to talk with a killer she finds just reading about. It’s going to be hard with his lack of understanding of emotions so immediately making him feel guilty about his crime is going to be hard, but she doubts she needs to do that. She’ll be retired by the time this guy finishes his sentence either way. Though it’s a direct order from the upper ups so she at least needs to make an effort.

“Besides it’s a win-win situation, he has no real mental illness so I don’t have to do much. Just maybe, try to help him through his Alexithymia even if has no real treatment.” Y/n rambled on, considering the whole ordeal as easy money despite her fear. If the patient ever does something, there’s security just outside her door to protect her, no need to feel scared, yes.

“Try talking him out of his murderous thoughts too by the way, we can’t have him going out to kill again.” Mario added and Y/n nodded, this time determined.

“Of course! That’s already a given.”

“Your patient arrives by tomorrow, make sure to read the papers by then.” Mario stood up from his seat, which y/n never noticed he did, probably too preoccupied in thinking. Then he gestured to the piles of papers, making her panic because she needs to clean up first before taking a patient, “Oh also, make sure to clean your office or the guy will think you’re not worthy of a psychiatrist. You might lose the money, early graduate.”

“Please stop calling me that.” Y/n felt flattered everytime hearing that nickname, it was true that she’s an early graduate who was one of the youngest in their city to do so. Psychiatry needed 10 years or so of studying and so the average age of psychiatrists were that of 30, she’s one of the lucky ones to be in their 20s in the age of being licensed. She takes pride in her achievement.

“Goodluck.” Mario bid goodbye and soon Y/n was left in her own office. She leaned on her chair and sighed.

‘Evander Bonavich.’ That was his name. Evander will be her last patient.

“Oh! I still need to fix these!” In the end, she needed to post pawn work to clean her office and be appropriate for the future patient tomorrow.

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[clicked-in]

The Attraction Trip-Wire That Awakens a Man's Deepest Longing for Love

Trip Wire: “A hidden trigger that sets off a series of explosive events.”

Deep within the heart of every man is an intense longing to be someone's hero.

This longing has ancient origins.

You see, the cause of this longing is written into the very fabric of his DNA. And there it lies, dormant… until one day, the right trigger unleashes its power.

I'd like to show you how to become that trigger, and how to awaken the full force of your man's bonding instinct.

But first, a story. It's the story of human connection.

(Or you can see how this works now by skipping to the online video here)

Before we can care deeply about someone, we must know something about their life story. Because stories evoke empathy. Stories allow us to picture ourselves in someone else's shoes.

Stories form the foundation of all human connection. They create the sensation of one shared life experience.

It's strange, but true, that we can even find ourselves rooting for thieves and criminals so long as we see their story unfold. Movies like Ocean's Eleven and The Italian Job illustrate this well.

In the movie, Ocean's Eleven, actors George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Matt Damon make for a cast of likeable thieves. But beyond their good looks, we get pulled into the story.

We discover what's driving Danny Ocean's motivation to rob a casino. A casino that just happens to be owned by his ex-wife's new lover.

We can empathize with Danny Ocean's pain. And by the end of the movie we are actually rooting for him to get away with it.

To steal the money and disappear into the sunset with his ex-wife, Tess, by his side.

Perhaps stranger still is the way we respond to fiction in the first place.

A skilled novelist can have me on the edge of my seat, rooting for a person who doesn't even exist in real life.

Literary critics may scoff, but I actually liked the twilight series by Stephanie Meyer. I think my hand was actually trembling from adrenaline as the Volturi began to march across the field, intent on destroying Isabella's daughter.

But wait, that's all make-believe. So how could it cause a physical reaction in my body?

The answer, of course, is the power of story.

Since ancient times, stories have been the primary means by which humans communicated important information.

Because of that, our minds are literally wired for story.

Stories influence our emotions. They are at the heart of communication. Allowing us to feel connected to each other.

When I reach the end of my life, I know which people I will want by my side. It will be those who have witnessed my life story.

The friendly, pretty nurse may be a wonderful person. But if she is a stranger to me, it doesn't matter what positive attributes she has. I will still feel alone.

She does not know my story, and I do not know hers.

Knowing this instinctively, she will expend great effort to quickly summon my friends and family. The people who know my story.

To trigger a man's deepest feelings of attraction, you need to become a special part of his story.

You do that by revealing your needs, and allowing him to help you meet them. Why? Because it triggers his hero instinct.

Here's the formula for triggering a man's hero instinct:

Story + Need = Activated Hero Instinct.

A man's hero instinct compels him to seek a relationship that lets him take on the role of a provider.

That's why guys fall for a woman who knows how to trigger this attraction tripwire. It sets off a series of reactions in his emotional world.

It makes him happy in a way that's hard for women to understand. Because they do not share his deeply rooted instinct to become someone's hero.

Many women are vaguely aware of a man's desire to see himself as a provider.

They understand, for example, why he may become depressed and pull away from others during a period of unemployment.

But these same women fail to recognize the power of the opposite effect...

Make a man feel like your hero, and you unleash his desire to commit to something more.

He can't help it. He just starts to see you differently.

It's as if your relationship unlocks a version of himself he has always longed for. It feels right in a way he can't put into words.

It unleashes his protective instincts, the noble aspects of his masculinity, and most importantly, his deepest feelings of love and attraction.

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You already have needs and desires.

Why not learn how to translate those desires into requests that trigger his hero instinct?

Then relax into the warmth and passion he is only capable of showing to a woman who has triggered his hero instinct. A woman who knows exactly how to become the central character in his emotional world.

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Creating Deeper Love

After watching this video, many women are surprised to learn a man can actually feel more deeply in love when he feels more deeply needed.

That seems strange, doesn't it? And yet that is the reality for men.

Many of us have a tendency to buy gifts of the sort we would like to receive ourselves. It can be like that with love.

We try to love our partner the way we want to be loved.

So you make him feel special. Yet he seems unaffected by that. You speak your own native love language to him. Apparently, he speaks another.

But I'm here to tell you about one incredible, universal method you can use to grab his attention by triggering his hero instinct.

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Wishing you all the best,

James Bauer

References:

[melissa-kenobi]

I Can't Go On Without You

[Arthur Morgan x Reader]

WARNING: Major Character Death

"Arthur- you cant- I won't let you leave me!" Arthur watched with a deep sadness in his eyes as you broke down in front of him. Your entire body trembled with agony, while you tried to hold yourself back. He knew you wouldn't take the news very well, neither did Arthur to be honest. He still hadn't accepted it himself. "They can't take you from me- n-not when I just got you back."

"Sweetheart, it's not good. Doc says I ain't got long." Arthur mumbled as he took a step closer to you, only for you to take one back in shock, heading back into the tent. Arthur's eyes scoured over you as your hands searched through the chest where your things were kept. Throwing all sorts of memories out, you mumbled to yourself about a cure or a potion that you'd read in a book.

"I- Hosea lent me a book befo-" Cutting yourself off as you held back a deep sob at the mention of the man who raised you and Arthur like his own children. He too had left you, you wouldn't let Arthur do the same. "He er- he gave me a book which had all sorts of-"

"Sugar- it won't work- the doc's alread-

"I don't care!" You yelled at him, voice raised with annoyed at his words. "He ain't tried this medication, it'll work, I know it. I jus' gotta find it first, then we'll take t'him and I'll find all the herbs 'n everythin' we'll need."

Arthur's heart ached as he saw Sadie and Mary-Beth walk past with tears in their eyes at your state. They knew, they understood Arthur wouldn't make it. They also knew something was wrong with Dutch and the gang wasn't what it used to be, ever since Blackwater. But you, you were his stubborn wife, his oh so beautiful, wonderful stubborn wife. You'd deny it all you like but could never take bad news very well, no matter what it was. You were one helluva outlaw and Arthur was proud to have you as his wife, but you were utterly optimistic about everything.

Sadie knew how hard it would be to live without Arthur for you, remined her of her Jakey. She'd suffered for months before she reclaimed herself as Sadie Adler, simply a woman who was but a shell of who she used to be. She'd never forgotten Jakey, he still lived in her heart as he would till the day she died. Hosea had always said that you and Arthur were two peas in a pod, balancing each other out. Sadie didn't know how you'd manage without your other half, but you were one of the toughest women she'd ever met, if anyone could make it through then you would, no matter what.

"Found it!" You smiled, wiping the wetness gathered on your cheeks. "Here, look we'll take it to the doc and it'll be all fine honey. We'll pay for the medicine, no matter ho-"

"Y/N. Stop it." Arthur gripped your wrists gently, making you look up at him. Your doe eyes looking at him with such hope and adoration for him and Arthur couldn't beat around the bush anymore and watch you build your hopes up for nothing. "It's terminal darlin', there's no cure for it."

Arthur watched your face for a reaction only getting a sniffle and rapid blinking as you processed the words. It's terminal darlin'. Terminal. Meaning your husband wouldn't be coming back.

"Darlin'-" Arthur was cut off as you dropped to the ground, knees hitting the soft grass as Arthur rushed after you. He caught you just before your entire body collapsed on the ground in disbelief. His own voice cracked with regret as he aplogised. "I- sweetheart- 'm sorry"

Shaking your head in denial, you clutched your husband tighter, holding him like he was about to disappear before your very eyes. "No-no-no, you can't leave us, you can't leave me."

Arthur was expecting you to react badly, but not like this. He'd never seen you break down like this, you were a strong woman, the strongest he'd ever known and to see you like this hurt him. He was the one who had caused this upon you. His own heart broke that his wife would have to go on without him. With the way the gang was heading, he wasn't sure how long they would have before the Pinkertons caught up with them or his TB did. He swore to get John and his family out of this and that meant you too.

"Arthur- " Sobbing hardly in your husbands arms he held you. He couldn't care less about the gang right now. He needed to be there for you, for as long as he had left.

"Promise me you'll get us out of here?" You whispered into his ear, voice cracking. "I don't want you to- not here, please?"

"Jus' me and you sweetheart. I promise."

Arthur knew his words were a lie, but they were the best he could offer right now. You were slowly breaking apart at the thought of your husband dying. To save you the horror he made a promise he couldn't keep because he knew nothing hurts like a broken heart.

"I promise."

***

You made sure to cater to Arthur at every single moment. Making sure he was comfortable, that he ate and drank plenty of fluids. You fussed over him every time he had a coughing fit, ensuring he was okay afterwards. Your heart broke each day as you watched your husband grow weaker and paler with every passing day.

Arthur hadn't told you about the coughing fits he'd had after he'd finished the job with John. Or when he visited Charlotte, how he'd passed out straight. He couldn't have that worry placed upon you, he hated it. He knew how weak he was getting, it was harder to him to breathe with every passing day.

One day Micah had gotten on your nerves and you nearly shot him point blank. Arthur was lucky to even walk in at the right moment to stop you.

"Hey princess, ya seen black lung arpund or has old age finally caught up to him ay?" Micah let out a teasing cough as he winked at you.

"You better shut the hell up Micah 'fore I put a bullet in that tiny brain of yours!" You growled, pulling your revolver out, switching the safety off and clicking it into position. One shot and this rat would be outta your lives.

Micah held his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright princess, ain't my fault you're a bit touchy 'bout cowpoke. Although, when he does finally- ya know-" Micah made a crude cutting motion against his throat resulting in your firing a warning bullet at his feet, gracing the toe of his boots. Sadie, Ms Grimshaw and Mr Pearson watched with baited eyes, almost wanting you to rid them of the rat that was Micah Bell.

"You best shut your goddamn mouth about my husband Micah Bell! I swear, you say 'nother word 'bout him and this camp'll find your body flat on the floor in seconds!" You hissed, ready to pull out your other weapon but not before Arthur had ran in, practically grabbing your weapon and dragging you into your shared tent.

"Once Morgan's out the way, you're more than welcome to share my bed princess!" Micah called out as he watched Arthur drag you away. Arthur may have disarmed your guns but you still had your knives, almost instinctively you grabbed them and threw it at Micah, aiming for head but only just missing as it flew past him and near Dutch's tent. You grinned at you heard Micah growl in pain as one had hit his shoulder.

"Y/N! What are ya doing?" Arthur reprimanded you, pulling down the flaps of the tent for privacy. "As much as I wanna kill Micah, you can't jus' attack him like that!"

Huffing in anger you looked up at your poorly husband, "He was talking shit 'bout you, and I ain't havin' it." Your words were final and Arthur knew it. He sighed as he took a seat next to you on the cot, pulling you into a hug. He knew how hard the past few weeks had been, Pinkertons everywhere, Dutch's plans were completely ridiculous and some of the girls had left.

"Thank you sweetheart."

***

Arthur had already warned John, days before. He knew something was up when Dutch turned up without John. Abigail was captured, half the gang was gone. After rescuing Abigail, you'd headed back with Arthur, Sadie and Abigail.

"Go with them Y/N. I'll find you once I've dealt with something." Arthur turned to you, eyes hopeful that you would go with Sadie and be safe. But his heart knew better, you'd follow him to the ends of the earth if it meant you'd be besides him.

"You know I ain't falling for that shit." You mumbled as you hopped onto the back of Arthur's horse, having given yours to Abigail. "Now c'mon honey, we got a goddamn rat to kill.

God Arthur loved you more than words could express. "I love you Mrs Morgan."

"And I love you too Mr Morgan."

***

"You need to go Y/N. Go with John, I'll hold them off- " Arthur let out a fit of coughs as he held onto the tree for support. You'd been running for ages, Arthur's horse being shot down while you ran through the mountains trying to get away. Arthur didn't have much left in him they all knew it.

"Arthur-

"Please sweetheart, I'd res- " Arthur knew he didn't have very long but if he told you that, you'd certainly stay and die besides him and he wouldn't allow that. So he lied, lied for your sake. "I'll be right behind you darlin', I promise. Just get John outta here."

"But-

"Please- for me?" Arthur pleaded, needing to have you out of here and safe. His heart leapt as you nodded in agreement, knowing that you'd be safe from the Pinkertons, from Dutch and Micah. "I love you sweetheart."

Rushing forwards you quickly grabbed the lapels of your husbands coat, pulling him towards you as you gave him a kiss. Arthur savoured the feel of your lips on his, holding your body tightly against his. He knew this would be last time he ever see you, ever hold you in his arms, tell you that he loved you and that he wished he could have provided a better life for you.

"I love you Y/N. My wife. More than anything in this world, don't ya ever forget that." Arthur pulled back to place his forehead against yours. "Now go, get John outta here and I'll meet you there."

"I love you Arthur. Don't ya dare forget about me." You smiled, pulling away, rushing off to get John to his family.

"I could never darlin'..."

***

It had been too long. Arthur was supposed to be coming right after you, but he hadn't. You'd gotten John to his family and now they were heading off.

"Get outta here Marston." You told him, only just noticing he had Arthur's hat on, your heart skipped a beat. Why? Why would Arthur give John his hat, his satchel? Unless- unless he never planned on coming after you. "No-

"Y/N!!" John called after you but you were already gone, pushing your horse at a fast pace, not caring if the Pinkertons spotted you. You needed to get to Arthur and fast.

"C'mon girl, you can do it! I gotta get to Arthur." You praised the horse as she listened to your commands, legs going as fast as she could.

Making up to where you'd last left Arthur you dodged past the patrols of Pinkertons, rushing up the mountain only to find a body slumped on the ground, hoping it wasn't your husbands you rushed over and sighed when it wasn't him. Moving closer to the edge of the cliff you saw another another, one that looked like it has dragged itself closer. You knew, in your heart, that it was Arthur.

"Arthur!" You called out as you fell on your knees. Clutching his body, his chest only moving slightly as his eyes were slowly closing. "Hey, hey, I'm here. It's okay."

Arthur's hand moved to hold yours as he smiled up at you. His last breaths, slowly eating away at him as he watched you and the sunset. "It's pretty here ain't it?"

"I know you love the sunsets. It's beautiful, jus' like you huh?" You smiled as you took a second to look away from Arthur to the sunset, a mistake you'd come to regret for the rest of your life. Looking back down at him, you felt his hand go limp and his eyes close, his chest no longer moving, not even a small wheeze could be heard from him.

"Arthur? Hey- hey look at me." You gently turned his pale face to you, his cheek bruised and lip bust as you let a sob. "My Arthur, plese don't leave me, please. Not yet, I ain't ready!"

"No, no, I can't go on without you Arthur. I can't-" Your voice broke as you cried into his chest. Your chest aching in pain as your other half had been taken from you, half your heart had been ripped from your body as you collapsed onto him.

A rustling came from behind you but you didn't care, if it was the Pinkertons, you'd rather have then kill you than live without Arthur. "I- " Dutch's voice wavered as he watched you cry over your dead husbands body. "I am sorry Y/N."

You didn't have the energy to argue. "If you're here to kill me, then do it.. please.. least I'll die at the hands of someone I once trusted rather than a Pinkerton."

"I don't- I never wanted this- my son, Art-

"If you ain't here to kill me then go. Leave. NOW!" You brokenly yelled at Dutch, your former father figure and mentor, now a traitor to his own gang. To Arthur. You didn't want him to breathe Arthur's name. Dutch left quickly, hearing the patrols come closer.

"You lied Arthur. Told me you'd get us outta here." You sniffed. "That we'd be safe. Can't believe I actually believed ya honey."

"Was silly of me. I shoulda been here with ya, maybe then we'd have made it out alive."

"I ain't ever leaving you again Mr Morgan."

***

A few days later...

Charles had gotten word Arthur had died up in the mountains and made his way to find his body. But what he didn't expect to was to find you, holding on to your husband as you lay on his chest. Charles' felt a wave of sadness pass him as he saw how you clung to his body.

"Y/N.."

He'd managed to pry your from Arthur's body as he saddled the two of you on his horse. You'd muttered a few words to Charles about where you wanted Arthur's body buried. A small hilltop where you and Arthur had planned to buy out and live. It was perfect for the two of you, small and secluded, with a beautiful view of the sunset.

"Thank you Charles."

Charles watched as you sat besides your husbands grave, talking to yourself about memories from your younger days. Charles knew you were made for each other. With Arthur gone, he knew you'd never be yourself again because nothing heals a broken heart. Especially not one as broken as yours.

But what was left was that of a broken woman who couldn't go on without her husband.

***

[alexhogh7137]

The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Twenty-Three Pt. Two: True Colors

Chapter Twenty-Three Pt. One

Word Count 3.1k

Warnings: heavy angst, fluff here and there

Hvitserk wraps his arm around your shoulder before Ivar decides to speak up of the matter at hand. Hvitserk knows that you are not going to take this conversation well so he wants to comfort you as best as he can. He and Ivar know that it is for your own wellbeing and your child's, they somehow have to convince you that as well. 

Ivar "I went to the Healer, Y/n."

"What..what did he say? Is the baby okay?!" You immediately began to panic and think of the worst possible outcome first. 

Ivar "No no no, she is fine sweetheart." You relax back down into Hvitserk's arm and fixate on your breathing to calm yourself down. "But you will not be if you keep not resting."

"What are you saying Ivar?" Ivar looks at his brother, who is trying to stay calm himself without breaking down into tears. 

Ivar "The Healer told me that you need to take it easy Y/n. The more you do, the more harm that it will cause to your body." 

Hvitserk "That is why you are struggling to walk..to do anything really. You need to focus on healing for not only your sake but also for our daughters." You take a deep breath and take in the information that is given to you. You understand their concern and as of right now, you are just as concerned as they are. 

"So you're telling me that I cannot fight? Do I have that correct?"

Ivar "As your husband and your king, yes. You cannot fight sweetheart. I can't lose you...I won't be the cause of your demise. If I allowed you to go out onto that battlefield, your body will certainly give out on you and you will die Y/n."

"But I would be on my dragon.."

Hvitserk "That will not help you. Your heart rate would be too strong for your body, you could have a heart attack Y/n. Your body cannot handle the stress of a battle, let alone a battle to seize your father." You sigh and look down at the little bump on your lower belly. Your daughter needs you, your husband needs you. 

"Okay." Ivar looks at you from looking down at the ground. "Okay, I won't fight."

Ivar "Y-ou aren't?"

"No. You two made me too scared to fight. And I understand what you are saying, Ivar. I mean I stood up so quick that I fainted.."

Hvitserk "All the more reason to rest and heal." 

"I will..I will try. I am a queen, it is hard for me not to rule."

Ivar smirks, "You are a wonderful queen my love. But the people understand that you need your rest."

"What all do they know?"

Ivar "That King Harald took you captive and held you in Wessex. And that you were tortured and raped. I did not go into detail, but they needed to know." You slowly shake your head. 

Hvitserk "But that does not define you, Y/n. You are a strong woman and queen. And you are going to be an incredible mother." You smile and nod in agreement. You don't really know what more to say. You feel defeated and so weak that you feel misplaced. You feel helpless.

Ivar "Honey?"

You let your emotions out and you burst into tears, "You will not win," Hvitserk holds you tighter and looks up at Ivar, "you won't...not without my dragon's. You'll die out there." You start to hyperventilate. 

Ivar "Hey sh shh..we are not going to die. And we are going to win."

"How?! Your army is down to few soldiers…"

Ivar "We have an Uncle, Y/n. He is a king of many many empires," Hvitserk looks at Ivar and smirks, "his name is Rollo. And we have sent a letter of utmost urgency to France. We are simply waiting to hear back from him. His army is greater and stronger than Harald's army. His soldiers are all Vikings."

Hvitserk "He will certainly fight with us. If we have him and his soldier's, we will have the odds in our favor." You try to wrap your head around this new sudden information.

"Why did you not tell me this at the round table?"

Ivar "Because we sent them out the night before, we have yet to hear from Rollo. We didn't want to give false hope."

Hvitserk "But he has fought with us before so why not now? We have not betrayed him, so we will surely hear from him soon."

"If he does not arrive, what then?"

Ivar "Then we postpone the fight until you are healed enough to fight." Hvitserk is stunned by his brother's words. He has never turned down a fight. Then again, your father has not come to start a war, we are bringing it to him. 

"You would do that for me?"

Ivar "Of course I would. I love you and you deserve justice." You force a smile. 

Hvitserk "Brother can I talk to you in privacy for a moment?" 

"Hvitserk?"

Hvitserk "We'll just be a minute, kitten. Finish your meal and we will be back in soon." Ivar and Hvitserk get off of the bed and walk out of the room.

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Hvitserk is not stupid nor is he naive. He knows his brother's schemes and when he is being devious.

Hvitserk "You'll postpone?"

Ivar "That is right."

Hvitserk "You have never done that before, Ivar. I am not stupid. What is your real reason why you would postpone?"

Ivar clenches his jaw and sighs, "Y/n is right Hvitserk. We would not win without her dragons." Hvitserk chuckles, "We wouldn't. If Rollo does not tend to us, we will have no choice but to call the attack off until she is healed."

Hvitserk "So let me get this straight. You would be willing to wait so that you could use your wife and her dragon's to win a battle?"

Ivar "Of course I would-"

Hvitserk "SHE COULD DIE IVAR!"

Ivar "That is not certain. She has not died yet has she?! She is strong, she is a warrior. She belongs on the battlefield. She would be fighting right now if she was strong enough."

Hvitserk takes a step back, "She is with child Ivar. How could you say that, hmm? What if she did fight today or tomorrow, and she died. How would that make you feel?"

Ivar "Devastated. I love my wife! But I would not stop her from fighting if her state was different."

Hvitserk "You know you keep telling yourself that you are different, that you are a different king and a different husband...but deep down you are still the same man that you were when you were married to Freydis."

Ivar chuckles, "Now that is not completely true. Freydis died because she betrayed me, Hvitserk. She chose yours and Bjorn's side over mine. She sealed her fate when she did that. Y/n is not Freydis, she truly loves me. She would never betray me, do you know why?!" Hvitserk does not respond, "Because she knows my past. She knows what I am capable of. Now do not tell me that I don't love her because I do. She means a lot to me and I would feel lost without her. That is why she is not fighting."

Hvitserk "Why do I get the feeling that the real reason why you aren't allowing her to fight is because if she perished in battle, the people of Kattegat would grow suspicious of yet another wife of king Ivar's perishes so suddenly?" Ivar stays silent, that is when Hvitserk knew that he was right. 

Hvitserk chuckles, "Look Ivar...if anything ever happens to Y/n..and I have any suspicion that it was because of you, I will not hesitate to kill you, are we clear?"

Ivar "I would never-"

Hvitserk "Are we clear?!"

Ivar snickers, "Yes of course, dear brother." When Hvitserk walks away and opens up the door, you are standing in the doorway with tears in your eyes. Hvitserk is stunned and does not know what to do while Ivar starts to walk over to you.

…

"So all of that was a lie, was it? That you loved me and that I deserved justice...that is why you would wait? You did not mean that."

Ivar "Of course I did."

"Ivar do not lie straight to my face. I am your wife, your queen. I deserve your honesty."

Ivar "Your dragon's would help tremendously during battle, yes. But I care more about your safety and your health right now."

"Do you love me?"

Ivar "More than anything!"

"More than victory?" Ivar does not say anything, "Answer me."

Ivar "Of course I do." 

"I...I need air. Where is Torvi?"

Hvitserk "Y/n-"

"Ubbe?!" You start to walk and shout for Ubbe until he comes running to you.

Ubbe "What is it?!"

"Where is Torvi?"

Ubbe "In our chambers feeding Ragnar, what is the matter?"

"Jus-tell her I need her when she is done, will you?" You don't let him finish before walking away. Hvitserk watches you take a fur cloak and throw it over your body and head for the cold wintery air. 

Ubbe "What has happened?"

Hvitserk "Its Ivar. He showed his true colors and Y/n is-"

Ubbe "Oh gods..what has he done?"

Hvitserk "He told me that he wouldn't fight because without her dragons, we would not succeed and Y/n overheard." 

Ubbe scuffs, "It appears that Ivar is turning to his old ways."

Hvitserk "I am not sure if he is completely, but he is definitely not in the right mind right now."

Ubbe "Is there anything else that I need to know?"

Hvitserk "Just help me keep her safe, will you?"

Ubbe "Always."

Hvitserk "We do not want her to end up like Freydis do we?"

Ubbe "That is not going to happen."

Hvitserk "No it is not. Go get Torvi. I'll go find Y/n."

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He finds you huddled up in the snow in the middle of all three of your dragon's. They surrounded you, making you feel safe and loved. Hvitserk walks up and Ryuu begins to growl.

Hvitserk "Hey hey...easy boy...I'm not the enemy here."

"Ryuu...stand down." Ryuu lies back down and rests his head on his paws. Neith makes room for Hvitserk to enter. When he sees you, your face is red and your eyes are glassy from the tears that you have been shedding. He grabs you and puts you in his lap. 

Hvitserk "Hey.." you don't respond, "I know that you are sad right now and you have every reason to be, but do not let Ivar stunt your healing."

"Does he love me Hvitserk? You know him better than anyone."

Hvitserk "Yes he does. When it comes to power and victory, he turns into a more ruthless person. He cares for you and he loves you very much. He makes that very clear. But he also wants to win this battle. He wants to win this victory for you, to get you justice. But he will do what it takes to win that victory, no matter what the cost."

"I don't know what to say anymore."

Hvitserk "You don't have to say anything, sweetheart." He continues to hold you and lets you ride out your emotions and helps you calm down. A few minutes go by and Torvi comes to join you and Hvitserk.

Torvi "Oh you poor thing.."

Hvitserk "Do not pity her, just comfort her."

Torvi "Tell me what happened." You along with Hvitserk explain to her the events that happened and she was not at all surprised by Ivar's actions. She knew that it was only a matter of time before Ivar slipped up. 

"I know that he loves me, but I fear that he does not care about me or this child."

Torvi "Well luckily for you, his is not the father, Hvitserk is." You look up at him and he has a big smile on his face. You melt into his embrace and feel the warmth fill your heart once more. "And Ivar does care for you Y/n. He does, I can see it and everyone else can see it. But like Hvitserk said, when it comes to battle, he will use whoever and whatever he needs to succeed. In this case, he would use you and your dragon's."

"I understand why he wants to use my dragon's, they are used as weapons...but he told me that I am not able to fight."

Torvi "You aren't."

"But he said that he would wait until I was able...what if I refused? Then what would he do? Demand me to fight?"

Torvi inhales deeply, "Maybe, or he might take your dragon's without you. But that is not going to happen. You and your dragon's are staying in Kattegat and you are going to rest and heal...and grow that beautiful human in your core." You smile and feel much better. You don't know what you would do if you did not have the love of Hvitserk and Torvi. They both mean the world to you. 

"Can we go inside now? It is starting to snow.." Hvitserk looks up and smiles.

Hvitserk "You are making it snow! The air was still while you were somber and now you are happy..and it is snowing." Torvi looks at you and smiles.

Torvi "Perhaps your dragon's aren't the only one's that are powerful." You giggle and Hvitserk and Torvi walk you back inside.

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Hours go by and nightfall hits Kattegat. You have not seen Ivar since this afternoon but you just keep to yourself. You know that when Ivar is ready to show himself, he will. But until then, you spend your time with Hvitserk, Ubbe, Torvi and their children. You hold little Ragnar in your arms and Hvitserk smiles down at the sight. All he can envision is you holding yours and his daughter. He can see a beautiful little girl with his blonde hair and your eyes, but she shares a mixture of yours and his smile. You gleam up at him and you see him staring with almost heart eyes. 

"What?"

Hvitserk snaps out of his own trance, "Just happy. That is all."

"Is that so?"

Hvitserk "Yes. You are going to be an amazing mother, Y/n."

"And you an amazing father."

Ubbe "That news is still probably the best news I have ever gotten besides Torvi telling me that she was with my own child." He says chuckling.

Hvitserk "Thank you, brother. You have not told our people have you?"

Ubbe "No I would never. But I want you both to know that I am happy for you two."

"Thank you Ubbe..for everything." Ubbe raises his horn for a cheers. Hvitserk and Torvi raise theirs and they clink. You sit there and take in this little moment. You know that once this seige happens, things will not be this happy...this calm. Ubbe looks behind you and clears his throat. 

"What is it?" Ubbe only raises his eyebrow to try and get you to turn around. Once you do, you see your husband standing behind you. 

"Torvi, take Ragnar please." She takes him from your arms but sits back down. Neither of them leave your side. 

"What is it Ivar?"

Ivar "I..I've come to apologize. I realize that I was wrong in saying that I would use your dragon's for battle..I am sorry." You slowly nod. "And I never want you to think that I don't love you, that I don't need you. I do love you and I need you more than you could know. My mind is in a chaos with itself..trying to figure out how to win this battle for you and your mother. You deserve this justice for everything that you have endured. And I apologize for trying to accomplish such in the way I suggested. If Rollo does not come to our aid, we will simply wait until you are better. Even when you are better and you do not wish to fight, you and your dragon's will not fight. Okay?"

You slowly nod, "Okay."

Ivar "You don't have to forgive me..I know that I was wrong but I just had to tell you that I am sorry. I love you Y/n."

"...I love you too." Ivar leans down and kisses your head.

Ivar "If you choose to sleep with Hvitserk again tonight..I will accept that. Goodnight princess." He walks aways and you turn back to the table. Ubbe and Torvi are staring and Hvitserk has his head down, staring at his plate of chicken bones.

"Can I have your opinion please.."

Ubbe clears his throat, "I feel like he was sincere. As sincere as he can possibly be."

Torvi "What are you going to do?" You just place your head into your palm and think to yourself.

….

Hvitserk walks you to bed and opens the door but you holt. He stops and looks back at you and realizes that you have made up your mind. He smiles and leans down to kiss your cheek. When he does, he pulls back but you pull him back down for a real kiss. He grabs your jawline with his left hand and your hips with his right hand. He kisses you until you pull away.

"I love you."

Hvitserk "And I love you. You know where to find me, sweetheart. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." You walk shortly down the hall to Ivar's chambers and open the door. He is already fast asleep so you tiptoe to your side of the bed, undress and get into bed. You pull the fur over you and his body. Once you are completely in, you snuggle up to his side. When he feels your presence, he awakes. He looks down at you in his arms and tears fill his eyes. He did not expect you to be in his bed, especially not after what he did today but yet you are here. He feels as if he does not deserve your love but yet you give it to him. He places his hand over yours and intertwines them. He uses the arm that you are using to wrap around your waist. 

Ivar whispers, "I love you." You simply kiss his chest as a I love you back. He will take that answer with a smile on his face. He could have lost you today, you could have left him but you didn't. He feels terrible but he knows that he did the right thing and apologized. And now you are in his bed and in his arms and for that, he is grateful. He leans his head down and kisses your hair, as he inhales the flowery scent, he falls back asleep.

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[postmortem-bookworm]

Bright - Bucky Barnes - Part One

Fandom: Avengers

Type: Series

Word Count: 1,753

Character(s): Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Shuri, T'Challa

Warning(s): Cussing, Mentions of attempted suicide (but shouldn't be anything triggering), smut (maybe), mentions of X-Men, Steve is crushing

A/N: This picks up almost right after Black Panther, but before Bucky is awake, there is no Thanos, and everyone is alive.

My first series! Please enjoy!

Shifting nervously in her seat, she watches though the window as Steve and Natasha talk to the King and Princess of Wakanda in privacy. Steve seems to notice her watching as he looks over at her, giving a small smile, which Natasha seems to notice, because she turns to look at her with a unconvincing mirror of the Captain's, and her blood runs cold. Steve hasn't smiled much, since the battle of team Iron Man verses team Captain America at the airstrip. Natasha does smile much, period. This can't be good. She twirls a lock of burgundy hair around a finger, her nail is painted with chipped black varnish, something she'll miss from now on, unless someone in this almost alternate dimension, has any.

"-hut all ready for her stay." The King says as the door to the room opens, the four of them exit as she shifts in her seat once again, gnawing at her bottom lip as Steve nods to the King, before walking over to her, grabbing the suitcase resting at her feet.

"Good news, you can stay. They even have a semi secluded area where they've prepared your hut." She narrows her eyes at the Captain, his baggy eyes and mussed up hair, like he's ran his fingers though it a thousand and one times, doesn't help convince her much that this is for her safety, and not their own. His emotions are chaotic as they practically slap her in the face. "Maeve?"

"You should shave." She says as he reaches up to rub the beard that isn't quite stubble anymore, but isn't a full on beard yet, the apples of his cheeks are red, and the Princess giggles.

"I am princess Shuri, I will help deliver you to your new home, and help explain our culture to you, as best as I can." She says in a friendly manner as she steps up to Maeve, holding out a hand to the American. "Welcome to Wakanda, Ms. Smithe."

"Hello, Princess Shuri. I am pleased to meet you. Please, i-if you don't mind, please just call me Maeve, or Mae." She smiles, shaking the princess's hand, and Shuri drops her hand, smiling.

"Only if you call me Shuri." She says. "Come along. Brother, are you coming?" She asks, looking at the King. T'Challa nods and smiles, everyone following the Princess. The King is close to the Princess, Mae falls behind to talk to Steve and Natasha.

"We will be at your call, anytime you need us, Mae." Steve says as he puts his free arm around her shoulder. Regret and thankfulness emit from the Super Soldier, her exhaustion at everything lately makes her unable to shield against the emotions, though she's grateful she still can fight back against his thoughts.

"You know we won't be able to be here right away, but we'll be here as soon as you need, Mae. This isn't us abandoning you." Natasha says, draping her arm over Mae's other shoulder.

"I'm used to it." She says, ducking out of their hold, moving to follow the King and Princess closer. Natasha and Steve exchange looks with sadness radiating from the duo, as the burgundy haired mutant reflects the emotion back.

The hut sits in a grassy meadow, it's a medium size made out of wood, with a pergola off to the side, and stream in the back behind the small forest. Another hut sits not far away, but other than that, there isn't another in sight. The hut has modern equipment in it, a TV, fridge, stock and oven, running shower, and toilet, with a small bedroom tucked into the back, with a queen-size pillow top mattress. The floor of the hut is wood, with a nice rug every few feet, and plush couch in the living room. A modern house with an un-modern appearance. Outside the pergola is white, with ivy and flowers twining up the posts, a bench sits on the inside, and a foldable art easel is tucked in it, to the side.

"This is nice." Steve says after he sets her suitcase on the end of the bed. "It's remote, so you won't have to feel all of those emotions, of a bunch of strangers. You won't hear their thoughts." He smiles at her as she touches the drapes over one of the windows, before looking over at him.

"It'll do." She says simply, causing Natasha to give him an almost patronizing look, and Mae turns to her. "It's not just his fault." She looks at Mae in confusion, like she's not feeling what Mae knows that she knows Mae can feel. "I can feel your irritation." Natasha sighs as she walks over to rest a hand on Mae's shoulder. The air is tense, making her grateful that the King and Shuri decided to stay outside, to let the three of them have their time.

"This isn't like your parents, Maeve! We're not abandoning you, but we need to do this, for everyone's safety. Not just our's, but for your's as well." Natasha says in anger.

"Bullshit!" Mae snaps, jerking away from the two of them. "You can lie to me, and to yourselves, but your emotions betray you! You think that I'm too dangerous after what happened at the airstrip!" She clenches her fists, before wrapping her arms around herself. "Ju-Just leave! You did what you set out to do, so just go!" She turns away from them, fighting back tears as Natasha looks at Steve, who nods as he leaves the hut.

"I'm not leaving, Maeve." Natasha wraps her arms around the young woman, who is curling into a ball. "Not while you're like this." Natasha pets her hair, holding Mae close. "You're my sister, Maeve. You're my sister and I love you, and I would NEVER abandon you." Her whispers are soothing, her emotions just solidifying the affection she has for Mae.

"I'm sorry, Nat." She sobs, curling up against the assassin, who caresses her hair, silently crying as well. "I just can't forget about how it felt, when my parents left me at the School." Natasha shushes her, and pets Mae's hair.

"It's alright, Mae. I'm not going to hold it against you. We have to protect ourselves, but you too. Your emotions affect your abilities, and we can't have that happen when we're on the run." Natasha explains, and Mae wipes her face, and nods.

"I understand. It's okay." She takes a deep breath, and Natasha smiles at her as the two of them stand up. "Promise me, you'll be safe." She says as she hugs Natasha, who hugs Maeve back in return.

"We'll try, but we can't promise that." She points out, causing Mae to nod sadly as they part. "Now, go tell Steve goodbye." Mae smiles as she walks outside, Natasha is right one her heels. Steve smiles as Maeve smiles sadly at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek with a hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry." She murmurs, causing him to shake his head, his cheeks taking on a ruddy color as he cups her cheek with a free hand.

"No, doll. It's not your fault. I'm just sorry we can't stay." She smiles up at him, leaning up on her tiptoes to throw her arms around him.

"Please be safe, try and protect each other." She whispers in his ear as he places his hands on her waist, hugging her back.

"Of course, doll. And, don't forget that we're here for you, no matter what." He murmurs as she nods, leaning back on her heels. She ignores the rush of warmth in her chest, knowing that it doesn't belong to her. "You take care of Bucky for me, when he wakes up, okay?"

"Of course, Steve. You can count on me." She promises, causing him to smile, and scratch his scruffy cheek.

"I know, doll. I'll... give you two a minute to say goodbye." He says, gesturing between Natasha and Maeve. He walks a bit away as she turns to Natasha, who is smirking at her.

"What?" Natasha shakes her head and laughs, yanking Maeve by the wrist into her arms.

"You couldn't be more oblivious, even with your powers." Natasha says, hugging Maeve.

"No, I know how he feels. But, it's just a crush for him. He feels warmth when he's near me, but elation at the mere mention of Peggy's name." She steps away from Natasha. "And, I don't feel that way about him. I don't feel that way, after..."

"Logan, I know." She grinds out his name, before kissing her forehead. "Rat bastard." Her snarl has Maeve throwing her head back, laughing as Natasha blinks, before smiling. "Good to see you laughing. I love you, sis."

"Love you too, sis." She hugs the assassin again. "I'll see you soon, yeah?" She grins.

"It'll be fun." Natasha promises.

"Bye, Nat." She says, and the assassin nods as she starts to walk away, the King nods the Maeve, before walking towards the other two, walking them back toward the castle as one of the women warriors comes into view, standing on the hill with her spear in hand, waiting as Shuri rolls her eyes.

"Mae, these are you Kimoyo beads." She hands the to Maeve, who slides them on her wrist. "I've personally designed them, they will allow you to make calls, and purchases. Brother has taken care of funds, so you need not worry about it." Shuri explains, causing Maeve to nod as she studies the beads. "There are many other things they can be used for, but you can learn about them later."

"Thank you, Shuri." Maeve says as she slides the bracelet up and down, looking at them before, looking up at the Princess. "Would you- I mean... Could you- I feel..." Shuri was her stumble over her words, before nodding as she gestures towards the door.

"I will stay, until you are settled." She says with a smile, the two of them duck inside the hut, the lights coming on as the sun starts to set outside. The two young women talk for a few hours, about the world outside the Wakandan boarders, and Maeve's history with the Avengers and her life before. Shuri talks about the culture of Wakanda, her shenanigans with her brother, and his wife Nakia, and even life inside the castle. It turns out, they're just two lonely girls, craving a friendship. This might work out for the two of them, after all.

[grossbabygoblin]

Didn't ask for your life story. You're sexualizing children and child like behaviour. You're promoting actions and feelings towards someone acting like a child. If you're willing to judge anyone for abortion for legitimate reasons then you should be judged by your own warped morals. Stop promoting child sex, stop playing God by refusing the gender you were born with. How would you respond to a trans man that had been raped aborting a bunch of cells because the pain of the trauma is to much because that is not what his gender is supposed to do and the idea of going against it makes them want to kill themselves?

Life is not black and white, your views are worthless and everyone is entitled to their own views and rights over their body. You can't dictate what they do or don't do with it is wrong

First of all, I was answering your ask. So yeah that included a bit about myself and it is also my blog you are coming on and I was explaining myself. And i am NOT promoting child sex! I already explained that! Child sex is p3dophilia! That is evil and p3dos should fucking die! And i would murder a p3do on site! DD/LG as I already explained is between adults and there are no children involved!

And I’m not refusing the gender God gave me, I know I am a girl and a woman but I also am a boy and a man. Bc guess what?? Our souls are not gendered. And trans men who get pregnant through rape and get an abortion would still be murder. While it would be horribly difficult for them to go through that pregnancy, does not mean they can kill an unborn child.

Abortion which is actually harming and killing children and taking away their right to life vs kinks that take place between two adults w no children involved are completely different things btw. Tho kinks should be kept more private and not out in the open bc we should make this world a safer place for children.

And yeah I can say what my views are just as much as everyone else on their blogs is allowed to say their views. And if y’all keep sending me asks regarding my opinions and views then you’re gonna just keep having to hear it. But go ahead and judge me for my kinks that I’m trying to overcome that don’t harm anyone. And I’ll keep judging people who support abortion which actually causes harm. Let’s jus all judge each other. And you can get the fuck off my blog now if you don’t like hearing what I have to say 🖕

[tellytantra]

The Fight ~Part 1 Was it so serious a fight? He didn't know. Until he realized it was, when she went packing to her dad's house in pretext of caring for an ill father. They had these ideological clashes since the start. Not that they were unaware but may be he should have restrained from speaking such an indifferent and hurtful words. It wasn't disrespectful but sure it was mean to say her than he liked it when she just didn't talk about her ideologies or their life would be so much better had it been just about them discussing their mundane stuff or just being friendly playing and goofing around like they are now. She is really clever. She made it genuinely seem that she was really worried for her ill father recovering from a minor surgery. While she was, he knew that wasn't the only reason. He knew it. He was prude to apologize as if he was right about his ideologies. While he still thought he was, her last words before leaving the house sure pricked him inside "Ek doosre ki nazariya ko izzat Dena bhi mohabbat hi hota hai Kabir. Mujhe laga tum thoda kache ho. Par pata nahi tha main galti Kar rahi thi"  She was utterly disappointed that she was loved by him only if she was that Zara without her ideologies and principles. That doesn't comprise love for her? Does it? That meant he has never loved her for the Zara she has always been. May be he loved that begum Zara who showered love and trust in him without questioning or suggesting anything he did. Those things she had suggested had been out of her own will, never once he asked her opinion himself. She was too much blinded by the love for this man to realize this. In the recent turn of events there has been visible change in how he changed with her compared to rigid initial days. He had started to open up, be more comfortable, smile and laugh a little, may be try small pranks with her in the closet of their room. She felt he was falling in love. What she missed is that he still is that right person who would prefer to love a woman as a whole, only if she wouldn't clash with his ideologies. The moment he gets uncomfortable or defensive he stopped seeing things they had achieved as a whole and expressed his displeasure that he wasn't ready to accept this. This was not healthy, she thought. Perhaps they need some time off each other to introspect what they really want in this relationship to make it work. She can't keep clashing with him and choose to hurt her self respect at the cost of the love. She thought she figured out this man. But he seems to be never ending mystery. Perhaps she needs time alone to figure this thing out. She had successfully fought the urge to call him or message him for 50 th time of the day. He doesn't care, she thought with the pain. There had been no message or call from him ever since she left in the morning. Fighting tears of self pity, she moved to living room leaving the phone behind in the bedroom, to meet Reema. After a light dinner, he settled in his room for the day. Complete silence. No tinkling anklets, no fragrance of lillies, no endless meaningless banters, no freaky games of love. Absolute silence. As he sat staring at the drapes above the bed, his phone blinked. Excited that it may be her, he grabbed it up. No luck. It wasn't her. 2 version of texting complexities ran in his mind; Maybe I should text her if she is doing fine? Or she couldn't even text me if she reached there and her father is doing fine?Ok they may be at loggerheads but he needs to enquire about her father. That's the basic courtesy of a son-in-law. He convinced himself. The call was as disappointing as her abrupt departure after their fight. It is really silly of her to go to her parents house after there is a fight. He thought with a slight annoyance. Like the logical reasons be the last thought in his mind, his mind was torn between the prejudice as well thoughts of missing her equally. Her last ideology clash sure strained his sensitive nerve a little which caused him to spurt more than necessary bitterness at her. But she brought that upon them. She spoke as if her intrepretation of holy Quran was the best. As if woman are being deprived of any opportunity as mentioned in holy Quran. She didn't think his old fashioned debate made sense. There is a reason women weren't allowed to pray in masjid. But no, she would bring facts of quran with every annecdote and argue with him till he had flared at her. What is she made of? She can rile him up like no one, but she can also calm him down like no one. Just days back rukshar conspiracy finally settled. And things were back to being bloomy and beautiful between them. No she had to get this heated argument at this time.Lost in thoughts with a half drafted text message, Kabir sat still. After about an hour long inner monologues, he dialed up her number. There was a sober tone. He enquired everyone's well being, her father's recovery. There was a nudging question in the mind to ask when she is planning to return. But that would make him seem too desperate, his pride argued in his mind. From the likes of her conversational tone, she was pissed off. Like really really pissed off.The call ended in abrupt 2 mins. Writer: Karmic World The Fight ~ Part 2 One, two .. days passed .. still not even a message from her! As long as his ideologies are being worshipped, she being not there or there wouldn't matter an inch to him, thought Zara! Though he had acknowledged that he is in love, she'd always remain a second priority compared to his principles and ideas, pained thoughts crossed her mind Her mohabbat would just take a back seat if it were for her ideologies, he had an agonizing thought. Thoughts of their private nikaah flashed vividly, in his mind. Her face was sparkling and eyes twinkling as if they'd compete with the stars. As they sat enchanted, lost in each others eyes, in a surreal magnetic charisma, she uttered those magical words with heart brimming in love "Qubool hai" He was staring at the empty skies. Why does he have to be in a position to choose between two most important things in his life. His usool is as important to him as her. But when did she silently crept up to the most discreet place, he didn't know. Before he was aware, she was the integral part of his life as much as his Ibaadat and Usool. He hated situations in which he'd to choose one over another. As much as he ignored, avoided or side stepped such situations, his wife being the inquisitive one somehow props up such situations. Her opinions are perhaps right, from a woman's POV. But he refused to believe that his old-school principles and beliefs are irrelevant, either. May be it's tough to follow in these modern times, but one must have conviction to do that. Perhaps she could demonstrate a little understanding on the part that she is gonna coexist with his usool and nazariya and not try to prove him wrong or feel the need to change him, always. But is he ready to lose.her for the principles which formed the very foundation of his entire life, he wasnt sure. Kabir Ahmed would have been so.sure of it months back. But now, he has involuntarily got used with her presence and the love, that's something he can't negotiate even when he was forced to divorce her at gun point.  He turned towards her side of bed and traced her side with his hands.  " Tumhe aise nahi karna chahiye tha. Tumhaari jalbaazi aur zid ko iss baar main jeethne nahi doonga. Chahe uskeliye kitna kuch sehna pade" he swore in his mind. But no matter what, he couldn't prevent an innate feeling of emptiness.  He had been looking forward to celebrating this eid with her, alot. So was she. But never did they expect things would take an awry turn.  She was lying down with a heavy heart and a disturbed mind. Has she done the right thing? Her conscience stayed clear she did. But why would Kabir treat her this way for that? Can't he understand that she fought for the right things, always? So all that mohabbat was subject to terms and conditions unlike hers. While they fought for the opposite parties, she never let that cloud her relationship Dynamics. She never got angry on him as a wife. But for him, it's one and the same. He can't see her as a board member and a wife separately. She never wronged him as a wife. But still he had to hurl those hurtful words. Tears escaped her eyes thinking about how she had been foolish to even think about unrequited love. Theirs had been a political marriage and will always remain one, she thought with a bitter mind!! Unable to sleep after tossing and turning for almost 4 hours, he pulled her pillow closer. It had the distinct smell of the "iktar". Oddly comforting enough, he held the pillow closer to him and snuggled into sleep.  Still 2 more days passed, except for his brief meeting with her at the shariah board, he never got to hear anything from her. Even in the board, she refrained from talking to him. At the end of the meeting, their refreshments sponsored from one of the member had arrived. He had silently passed it to her through one of them. It was her favourite food, he knew. When she relished it with slightly excited face, he had a slight smile on his face.  Dark clouds had already formed when they were about to leave. He walked up to the car with stolen glances at her. She was very careful in avoiding him. Realizing that she is ignoring him, his heart twitched a little. It had started to rain. She was standing under the canopy waiting to catch an auto while he watched all this drama clutching the steering wheel, restlessly. His ego wouldn't let him go and offer to help, but the frantic romantic heart wouldn't stop falling in awe of the droplets of rain in her face. His hands wanted to trace the droplets in their own pattern and may be pull her closer by waist and may be stare at her lusicous lips and may be smell her hair and may be.. Kabir squeezed his eyes. He is crazy!!!  She was well aware he had been waiting in his car. Somehow her heart jumped thinking it was because of her, but lingering hurt applied much necessary caution. She wanted to get a Rick and move out of this place before getting vulnerable at her weakening self.  Getting more frantic with every passing minute, he finally stopped his car beside her offering to drop her at her home. She had no other choice since the rains we're getting stronger and her abbu had called her thrice already. Throughout the ride, there was a controlled heavy silence. As he dropped her home, she thanked him and asked him to come in as a courtesy. When he refused with a bleak response, she never bothered to insist but simply walked away.  He let out a deep sigh, as he watched her walk away as if he mattered no more. This started to hurt more than he thought. The pain of being ignored after being showered unrequited love was too much for him to bear. He thought he was fighting her in this case, it now seemed he is fighting his own self more!!! Zara wondered at the late night message from him!! How come he is awake and more so concerned enough to send her a message? A skeptical thought crossed her mind. It was a picture. The picture of him feeding her favourite pigeon that regularly visited their patio space.  "Tumhe doondh Raha tha" A glittering smile adorned her face!! *** Fight ~ Conclusion She shouldn't ve done it! His heart rattled restlessly!   Whatever be, she shouldn't have testified against him! She could've avoided just like his ammi did. If she thought this relationship was any better than her individual achievement, she could've found alternatives. But she didn't. Shariah board isn't going to compel anyone to testify. She came out of her own accord. She could be Qazi's daughter but she is his wife, before all that. The fact that Zara considered her duties and priorities vested to society in fighting deep rooted principles of the society more than him or her marriage only proved one single thing. He never mattered to her. If there was a choice between him and her nazariya, she chose the principles, he thought with a bitterness. What he missed was that if he was in her place, he might have done the same thing, for him his usool and mazab are the prime reasons which he weaved his life around with.  This relationship has no future, he thought with contempt. There has been a constant clash of nazariya's right from the beginning of their marriage. In fact they were well aware theirs was a political one for various reasons. But the in between period has been so good and transformative, that they had forgotten the primary reason why this marriage was arranged in the first place and they were trailing in the valley of love and adulation for each other binded by their feelings for one another. But now, the fog has lifted, the reality came biting in it's harsh form. Kabir realized the truth that this marriage is going to remain like this no matter how much they are going to stay in a make believe state that they are also a couple in love. Their marriage was a forced one, the one between a diabolical opposites and also between the ones who are very strong headed when it came to their principles, rules and interpretations of Islam.  Islam! It's their biggest similarity yet the biggest difference! The interpretations of "The holy Quran" and "Allah's" rasool are going to be the  foundation yet the biggest point of conflict between them. Being individuals brought up in these deep rooted ideologies and religious perspectives, none of them were willing to compromise on that. Even at the  cost of their own marriage Should they consider separation? He thought! But he isn't any spineless coward to use the "Triple talaq" as his ultimate weapon against Zara. That he considered as against Allah and his rasool. A talaq isn't easy. It isn't easy for the individuals as much as the family which united them in the first place for their own political reasons. The implications of the talaq in his family would be bad since no one had ever taken the talaaq route in his family no matter how big the difference of opinions are. Their family has a rich heritage and he was sure Zara's family had such reputations too. Her father being the Qazi of  Lucknow sure had earned a very good reputation. It isn't a proud one to consider in his family too. Moreover it took two to marry, so divorce is also an amicable decision between 2 individuals. He can't decide for both of them. On top of all  that, he himself wasn't sure if could deal with a permanent seperation from her. The proceedings of the day sure left a bad taste in his mouth as far their relationship dynamics are considered.  But that doesn't mean he isn't human. His heart can't erase the lovable memories etched in time and move on. The emotional implications of a permanent seperation is too much to handle at this point. Perhaps he should just rest it and deal with this in a different way. *** Kabir stormed into Zara's house. Everyone of their household were present in  the living room and he hesitated for the moment. He couldn't help but feel frustrated yet a little happy the way her face bloomed on seeing him in her house. Her face is like any mirror. Clearly anticipation running high, she looked at him with all the hope and love that she could probably nurture in her heart. For instance Kabir thought if she was the same person who testified hours before against him. How can a person stay cold and warm towards the one they love? Isn't love supposed to be impulsive one that messed with the feelings and rationale. If that isn't what kind of love is that? Is that a love of compulsion or a convenience? Not wanting to think on either of that lines, he sought privacy to clear things with her. While in her room, Zara hugged him immediately, asking him for forgiveness for testifying against him. He distanced her a little. Her eyes glistening in moisture, reflected the disappointment and hope together. Unable to handle the sheer volume of intensity of having to lend more disappointment, he turned away but started in a clear tone "Zara jo kuch bhi hua, wo hum sudhar nahi sakthe. Par mujhe bahut dukh hai ki, iss masle ki wajah se tune humhaari rishthe ko nazar andaaz ki. Jo wada tune shariah board mein ki, humhaari rishthe ke liye, wo wada nahi nibhah paayi. Humhaari rishthe hi aise hai. Humhaari aur tumhaari nazariya kabhi mil nahi sakthi par abhi tak uski bhoj itna bhari nahi thi. Aaj sabki saamne humhaara rishtha ek tamaasha ban gaya, sirf aur sirf humhaari nazariya ki tashan ki wajah se. Kabhi kabhi main sochtha hoon, ki kya humhe iske aage saath mein rehna chahiye? Par talaq humhaari dono families ki upar bahut bhari pad sakthi hai. Toh, jo nikaah humhe humhaari khandaan ke liye kiye hai, wo aise hi rehne dete. Bas humse aur kuch umeed nahi tumse. Humhaari marriage ek contract hai. Contracts mein jasbaat nahi hote. Toh maine faisla liya hai ki, tum humhaari saath aao aur jaise humhe contract sign kiya poore duniya ki saamne, wo nikaah ki contract, uski hisaab se tum humhaari ghar mein bahu banke jeeyo aur jo tumhe sahi lage, pasand lage, karo. Bas ghar aur gharwalon ki izzat aur jazbaat ko dyaan rakho. Par iske aage iss nikaah ki aur wajah nahi hai aur hum tumse kuch aur expectations nahi rakhenge. Hum partners hai. Toh batao, kya meri decision tumhe Qubool hai?" Silent long tears slid down her cheeks and fell on the floor. Back in her mind she knew the implications of testifying against him. He was emotional and impulsive, she knew him pretty well. She being the one who feared the implications of issue on their relationship while demanding a promise from him, it was pretty unfortunate that fate took such a bad turn and she was stuck in a position to break it herself. Somewhere in her mind, she knew that she broke that delicate pieces of the relationship over the nest of love but situations were equally trying. Perhaps he was right with this decision. She couldn't keep the promise of their relationship, neither she could prove to be a good wife with this issue which had spiralled beyond her control. But she is fighting for a greater good and somewhere in her heart she knew that "Allah" is by her side. By the almighty's powers, Zara prayed she be granted one more opportunity to build that broken trust and relationship in both of their hearts.+ "Qubool Hai" Her voice echoed low from the broken tresses of her heart!

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[tloog]

weinstein and more

IKM: Man, this Weinstein thing is turning into a fucking VORTEX of a shitstorm

IKM: sucking in everybody close to the dude

Kenzie: yep

IKM: Now Affleck has all kinds of groping allegations

Kenzie: I don't know if they are allegations

Kenzie: a bunch are on tape

IKM: at this point, I think we can say "groping facts"

Kenzie: Tarantino had to release a statement

Kenzie: Ben is toast

IKM: yeah, a bunch of his movies were produced by Weinstein

Kenzie: Matt Daman had to be like "I had no clue. keep my name out your mouth."

Port: Ben and his bro been bout that creep life

Kenzie: all of his movies

Kenzie: yeah I forgot about Casey

Port: I've just heard that Hollywood, generally, is filled with creeps and weirdos the higher you go

Kenzie: I would bet most of them get into the business for the ladies

IKM: Yeah the stories are starting to come out of the woodwork

IKM: the Steven Segal stories are terrible

Port: Once Terry Crews talked about getting groped up by some dude in front of his wife I was like shit.

Kenzie: what happened with Steven Seagal

DG: yeah Afflecks are verified creeps

Port: Women don't have a chance out here.

DG: Segal is involved with the Russians

IKM: Segal was inviting women to his house for "casting" interviews and would answer the door in a robe

Kenzie: Terry could have put hands on that man but didn't for his career sakes

Port: Correct

DG: Oh, didn’t see that (doh)

Port: For career's sake. Now think about a 5'3" lady

Kenzie: Segal looks like the type

Port: She can't do shit.

Kenzie: nope

IKM: Segal aint shit

IKM: and aint been shit for a long time

IKM: question is, what do we do with the likes of the Afflecks?

Port: Are we sure Segal doesn't not think he is starring in a new movie?

IKM: Casey has an Oscar and got it AFTER the whole allegations of something or other

Port: Sure did

Kenzie: there is nothing that will be done

Kenzie: they will apologize

Kenzie: give money to a cause

Kenzie: and continue to get jobs

DG: ^that

IKM: "In 2010, Affleck was sued by two former co-workers. I'm Still Here's producer, Amanda White, sued Affleck for $2 million. She detailed numerous "uninvited and unwelcome sexual advances" in the workplace, alleging that Affleck had instructed Spacehog guitarist Antony Langdon to expose himself in her presence, spoke "inappropriately" about her advancing age and fertility, discussed his "sexual exploits", referred to women as "cows", invaded her "personal space" by locking her out of her hotel room while entertaining another woman, attempted to "manipulate" her into staying with him in a hotel room, "violently" grabbed her by the arm when she refused and sent her "abusive text messages" for refusing to stay with him. White alleged that Affleck refused to honor the terms of the production agreement, including her fee, in retaliation.[163] The film's cinematographer, Magdalena Gorka, sued Affleck for $2.25 million.[164] Gorka alleged that she had been subjected to "routine instances" of sexual harassment by crew members including Langdon, "within the presence and with the active encouragement of Affleck."[165] While staying in Joaquin Phoenix's apartment during filming, Phoenix offered Gorka the private use of his bedroom. Affleck allegedly joined Gorka in bed while she slept, wearing only "his underwear and a t-shirt ... He had his arm around her, was caressing her back, his face was within inches of hers and his breath reeked of alcohol." She claimed that she was later berated and verbally attacked by Affleck for refusing his advances and she was forced to resign because of harassment and abuse."

IKM: Jeez man

DG: oliver stone said something dumb ass yesterday like “you don’t realize but what Harvey is going through right now is very difficult”

IKM: Oliver is....

IKM: I just don't know man

IKM: what a disappointment that dude is to me

IKM: seems absolutely clueless

DG: so, which Affleck is that? because either is plausible

IKM: Casey

Kenzie: yeah I knew about the Casey Affleck stuff

Kenzie: some of these guys are in a tough position

Kenzie: because they know Harvey personally

Kenzie: and some probably had prior knowledge of it

Kenzie: they have to act like they didn't know about it and hope no one has evidence contrary to that

IKM: but everybody knew

IKM: MANY people were complicit in this

IKM: apparently all of Hollywood

DG: supposedly Weinstein's contract had verbiage in it about sexual harassment suits lobbied against him

DG: not sure if that is standard contract shit or not

Schaedey: I mean it been a pretty established assumption for years, I have been hearing the same Harvey Weinstein jokes for a loooooong time

DG: really?

IKM: I think that's a problem though

IKM: people joked about it but who confronted him?

IKM: told him to stop that shit

DG: Harvey Weinstein is not on my radar on a normal day

DG: I think there’s a lot of Hollywood that is disgusting

DG: and there’s going to be a lot of shit that comes out that is terrible

DG: tip of the iceberg type shit

Port: That's what I'm saying. The culture of Hollywood seems to be gross

IKM: That's not just Hollywood though

IKM: This is pretty much male culture at large

IKM: Hollywood is just high profile

IKM: male culture at large is gross

Port: Also correct

Port: I'd imagine every creepy Hollywood exec is like turbo Gronk

Port: Jus a non-stop stream of sexually suggestive jokes

IKM: we "expect" Hollywood to be better cause they are generally liberal, pro-women in Hollywood

IKM: but that's a falsehood. Nowhere is pro-women

Port: Nah I dunno if I ever expected anyone with power to not be a scumbag but this is still exceeding my expectations

Kenzie: you expect a certain level of decency

IKM: Do you?

Kenzie: and I don't believe all in Hollywood are scumbags

DG: I think there’s gotta be more good people than bad, just the bad is so terrible

IKM: Maybe yall grew up differently than me

Kenzie: exactly DG

IKM: Cause male culture growing up...

Kenzie: growing up yes

Kenzie: but then you grow up

DG: some do

IKM: exactly

Kenzie: and you realize you were a scum bag

IKM: SOME

DG: but where does that example of the culture come from?

DG: you don’t just conjure this shit up

IKM: exactly

Port: Easy guys this is just locker room talk

(unamused)

DG: for example: I hadn’t seen blade runner in decades so I watched it this last week prior to seeing the new one… there is a scene where Harrison ford straight up rapes the replicant chick

IKM: Real shit, if you were to ask all the women you know if they have a sexual harassment, assault or straight up rape experience and they were to be truly honest with you, what percentage do you think would say "yes" to at least 1 of those three?

DG: but it was this scene that was probably thought of as an attractive and aggressive man keeping a woman from leaving when you know she wants to stay

DG: at least

Kenzie: their entire life?

Kenzie: I would say 75%

DG: revenge of the nerds the head nerd straight up rapes the hot girl

Kenzie: I am thinking about all of the shit I did as a teenager

IKM: Man DG I don't remember that

DG: he has a Darth Vader mask on I think? and screws her pretending to be her boyfriend

IKM: shiiiit

IKM: didn't even remember that

Kenzie: although that is rape it isn't what was considered rape back then

Port: 100% IKM

Kenzie: I want to hold out some hope Port

Kenzie: are we talking catcalls are sexual harassment also

IKM: Makes you really want to go back and think when you were younger like "Did I do some repugnant shit?"

Kenzie: I know I did

Port: This is coming from my small sample size but I've asked every one of my lady friends every one of them has at least one story

Port: From the light end to the awful end.

Port: I know for a fact I did

Kenzie: teenage boys are awful

Port: Can confirm

Kenzie: myself included

Kenzie: how many random asses did you grab on a dare from your friends

K Myers Jr.: I didn't do any of that cause I was an anti-social misfit.

IKM: And friends can't dare you to do shit when you're friends just as wack as you, lol

IKM: but who knows, I think I totally erased high school from my memory banks it was so wack, lol

Kenzie: yeah I try not to think about all the inappropriate things I did

Kenzie: all of the stupid statements I have made

Kenzie: and young Kenzie still wasn't as bad as others that I know

IKM: Oreilly, Affleck, Weinstein, Cosby, they are dinosaurs

IKM: world has changed

IKM: even from 10 years ago

IKM: that type of behavior is simply unacceptable

IKM: except if you're the president

Kenzie: but what about shit happening at new companies

DG: the google manifesto

Kenzie: isn't Uber going through shit

DG: yes it is

IKM: and I think 10 years ago we don't even hear about that

Kenzie: of course not

DG: definitely don’t because of no social media

DG: giving people public voices that never had them before

Kenzie: shit like that becomes standard practices

Kenzie: some women are coming out saying that co-workers kept her away from Harvey because they knew the deal

Kenzie: what are the chances that Harvey's brother knew what was going on

DG: 100%

IKM: of course he did

Kenzie: exactly

IKM: whole board knew

DG: scope and breadth, maybe not

DG: I picture one of those scenes where they are talking and a name comes up and brother goes “Jesus, Harvey”

DG: “but I had to make her watch me jerk off onto a plant”

Kenzie: You think Hugh Hefner was out here being a scumbag

Kenzie: he seems like he was in the perfect position to be one

IKM: I think Hugh set his shit up the proper way

IKM: Never heard of any harassment claims or anything on Hugh

Kenzie: Like Bill Burr said you just live too long

DG: I'm a pornographer and sexual exploiter of women… (y) aaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee (y)

IKM: Hugh was never a pornographer

Kenzie: it is called soft-core porn

DG: he was never a hard core pornographer

IKM: and whether or not what he did was sexually exploit women is up for argument

Kenzie: and he has a tv station dedicated to that

IKM: Exploitation is 1-way street

IKM: and porn has no artistic value

Schady: playboy was artistic?

IKM: so if his pictures have artistic merit they are not porn

Kenzie: didn't he get his hands on Marilyn Monroe skinny dipping pictures and published the pictures

Kenzie: he had an entire station that was not dedicated to art

IKM: from what I know about playboy

IKM: it was about doing tasteful nude pictures

DG: throwing money at someone who needs it to pose naked in your magazine so you can make more money is sexual exploitation

IKM: No it isn't

IKM: I need money. I get paid to program. Am I being intellectually exploited?

DG: but you would normally program, yes?

IKM: Yes

DG: i’m gonna go out and say not everyone that appeared in playboy would normally strip for money… some sure

Schady: yeah i dont think the girls doing nude photo shoots came out of school saying that is the career i need to be pursuing

Kenzie: http://www.npr.org/2017/10/01/554854492/marilyn-monroe-helped-hugh-hefner-but-not-by-choice

Kenzie: yeah he published those pictures without her permission

IKM: He woulda got sued out the ass today

IKM: suprised he didn't back then

IKM: or really I guess im not suprised

DG: if hugh ever sold being in a playboy as a way to jump start an acting career, or saying something like “i know people, do this for me…”… that’s exploiting

IKM: I can agree with that

Kenzie: i don't know

IKM: but there were plenty of women who appeared in playboy who did have acting careers

Kenzie: if he said sleep with me i know people than yes

DG: sure that happened too

DG: pose naked so i can sell magazines

IKM: I dont want to fall into the slippery judgement slope

DG: the man did it for decades, so i’m sure there’s a little bit of everything in his history

IKM: To me there is acceptable behavior and theres unacceptable. Paying women or men to be naked in your magazine? I honestly don't think anything is inherently wrong with that

IKM: As long as they weren't duped

IKM: as long as they know what they are getting themselves into

IKM: this is a free country, so do what you want

Port: Nah Hef came from that old school where quaaludes were like tic tacs

IKM: lol so you think hef was Lud'in em up?

Kenzie: i bet his playboy mansion parties where drug dens

Port: That's the era he me up in!

Port: I'm sure they were 'ludin in the grotto

IKM: if two people choose to take drugs and have sex while high that's not necessarily a problem

IKM: it's the Cosby, "I'll lude them in secret"

Port: Hmm that's where it gets tricky sir

Kenzie: but how many people were getting cosby'd up in that bitch

Port: Lot I'd say Kenzie.

Kenzie: yep

Kenzie: i doubt cosby invented the game

Port: Throughout the 70s and 80s. Prolly enough blow to build a snowman in the grotto

Kenzie: brotha from philly he didn't know how to get down like that

Kenzie: i bet they tried

Kenzie: Hef probably took Bill under his wing

Schady: i dunno i mean there is something to be said about attracting women to a place with piles of drugs and then them making even more poor decisions in an altered state of mind

Schady: obviously the women taking them intentionally are mostly to blame but it is very is enabling and promotes poor decisions

Kenzie: substitute drugs for alcohol and is it still wrong?

Schady: its still wrong but just gets a pass cuz its "socially acceptable"

Schady: alcohol gets a pass on so much shit

Kenzie: in those circles it was socially acceptable to do the same with copious amounts of illicit drugs

Schady: there are some differences

Schady: coke is much more physically addictive short term than say alcohol

Schady: so once some girl tries it once she could be doing some fucked up shit just to stay high

IKM: listen, if you go to the grotto you know what its about

IKM: if you're getting fucked up in the grotto it's with a purpose

Schady: maybe? You think it was always known to everyone

Schady: we say this after decades of tales of debauchery

IKM: two people go to a party and get drunk

IKM: they sleep with each other

IKM: is one a rapist?

IKM: I think we would say no

Port: We would

Schady: im not saying rapist

Port: Consent law not so much

Schady: but i am saying that having piles of drugs accessible to anyone that is around is somewhat exploitative

Schady: having spent plenty of time around people that like to get fucked up

IKM: isn't it the same as having a bunch of beer and alcohol?

Schady: like i said

Schady: some drugs are different

Schady: whats the joke in half baked? "I used to suck dick for coke.... ever suck dick for some marajuana?"

IKM: LOL

IKM: Its a weird line though

IKM: cause it says, "Ok men, it's ok for you to go out and get fucked up. Women? You have to stay sober."

IKM: If men can go out and get drunk and try to get laid, why can't women?

Kenzie: if that was your intention then go ahead

Port: You can but you gotta know as a guy that that could go left.

Kenzie: yes

Port: Honestly never thought about it till later in life but yeah whenever someone doesn't have their full mental capacity about themself

Kenzie: back in the day that was easy pickins

Port: You open yourself up. Because just being wasted isn't consent.

Kenzie: when that happens you have to get as drunk as them

IKM: I mean, I was wack so I don't know the answer to this question, but as a single dude, how many times are you having sex without the influence of alcohol?

Kenzie: if both are wasted then you are good

Port: More than I did not

Kenzie: if you are sober and she is wasted you could be in trouble

IKM: sober + wasted is bad for business unless the man is the one wasted

Port: Yes. If you are both wasted you still could be if she says I don't remember consenting to this.

Port: Correct IKM. If you're blasted then it's whatever.

Kenzie: what if you say i don't remember consenting to this

Kenzie: then the question is who has sex with who

Kenzie: DUN DUN DUN

Port: Then same rules apply

IKM: lol @ dun dun

IKM: See, this is why I don't drink

Kenzie: you can drink without getting wasted

Port: Jus nobody would give a shit about Kenzies story of being wasted then taken advantage of

IKM: so you gotta give breathalizer tests at the door Kenzie, lol?

Kenzie: i don't like not having my wits with me out in the street

IKM: "Aaaaaand now sign this release form..."

Port: I think you just gotta use your adult sensors

Kenzie: at home get as wasted as you want

Port: You can tell when someone is rippppppped

Kenzie: you can tell the signs of a drunk woman

IKM: you cant tell if you are drunk too

Kenzie: they get really touchy feely

Port: Like I was out one time and this chick was wasted. Slumped in a photo booth type thing in the bar

Kenzie: LOL

Kenzie: always makes me laugh

Port: And dudes were swarming

Kenzie: sloppy drunks

IKM: See Porter, you call her homegirl to come pick her up

Port: And I was like...this may end up bad

Kenzie: somebody is going to put their junk on her head and take a picture

Port: She had no friends around her

Kenzie: i know how that story goes

IKM: Came alone and got drunk?!?

Kenzie: seen it a thousand times

Port: She could barely talk we got her phone and the last missed call was her homies looking for her

Kenzie: first off no girl goes out alone

Kenzie: they will end up alone because apparently girls get lost easily

Port: She got out safe but the guys tryna engage in "conversation" KNEW she was trshed. An easy mark

Port: Correct

Kenzie: you got to stay away from that

IKM: Far

Kenzie: even if you know the girl

Kenzie: you have to know how fucked up they are because if they cross the deep end game over

Port: Nah man these days I feel like I do my part and get em an Uber or something

Kenzie: oh so you now mr captain save a hoe

Kenzie: lol

Kenzie: i just had to say it

IKM: That would be the last time I hang with such a girl

Port: Lmaooo

K Myers Jr.: If you can't handle your liqour you shouldn't be drinking

Port: Nah man just tryna break trip cycle of male shitiness

Port: I can't handle my liquor IKM BUT GUESS WHAT

Kenzie: but how does she learn not to get that drunk

[Kenzie: not saying she needs to get assualted to learn

Port: I dunno man I can't teach that lesson.

Kenzie: but i am a 6'2 250lb black man and i don't get that drunk

Kenzie: i have no fear of someone raping me and i know better

Port: Yeah I wouldn't want anyone to learn the lesson that way.

IKM: I tell you how such a person learns that lession: the next time she wants to go out her friends are like "uggggghhhh no. YOu can't handle your drinks."

IKM: done

Port: Or they smack drinks out of her hands

IKM: even better, lol

Kenzie: i have heard of stories of girl completly losing members of the group

Kenzie: that has never happened to me once

Kenzie: they can be horrible at watching each others backs

Port: Horrrrrible

] Port: That was the girl in the story we were like where TF are your friends?

Port: They left her at the spot because they couldn't find her slumped in the photo booth

Kenzie: granted i probably wouldn't look in the photo booth for you

Kenzie: we have the sense to passout in the bathroom

Kenzie: "PORTER YOU IN THAT STALL MAN"

Kenzie: wait i got seperated once when i got kicked out the club and my boy was still in there

Kenzie: he was looking for me and i was slumped outside

Kenzie: wasn't a good look for me

Port: Lmao Kenzie that has literally been me

Port: In the stall giving up all the body

Kenzie: i had friend say he had to use the bathroom and then 30 minutes later we was like where did he go

Kenzie: i go to the bathroom and that is where he was still at

Kenzie: said he just needed a rest

Kenzie: legs wouldn't get him back up

Kenzie: lol

IKM: lol

TS: http://money.cnn.com/2017/10/12/media/rose-mcgowan-harvey-weinstein/index.html

Kenzie: why was she banned from twitter?

TS: apparently she put someone’s personal phone number on there and it got her kicked off for a day

Kenzie: ok

TS: Bro, y’all had a real ass convo on here

TS: Gotta edit it but I definitely think this goes to the logs.

TS: @Kenzie, yeah, when I think about shit looking back, I thought I was a choir boy but shit. Definitely grabbed boobs and asses

Kenzie: same

TS: My twitter isn’t the worst BUT OH GOD IF I EVER GET FAMOUS, FIRST THING GOING IS FACEBOOK

[Kenzie: i thought i was just playing a part in the game that we all thought was cool

Kenzie: i grab your ass, you pretend like you didn't like it, rinse and repeat

TS: there was a time as teen that i tried to use porn logic… Grabbing turns them on...

TS: I was lied to

Kenzie: little did i know i was a habitual sex offender

Kenzie: never used that logic tre

IKM: On 10/13/17, at 11:58 AM, Kenzie wrote:

> little did i know i was a habitual sex offender

IKM: lol wut

Kenzie: by my sophmore year in highschool i stopped most of that shit

Kenzie: it was really around the ages of 12 - 15

TS: I remember and I think this kinda will haunt me. Wasn’t me but there was this girl in HS, ran for Ms Freshman. Beautiful, fun, great personality, everything. She was being her as usual, relaxing outside the JROTC building. I went to the shooting range, came back and she was in the bathroom BAWLING. Her brother runs in furious. asks where did he go and burst out the door.

TS: Dude, for whatever reason, decided to flip this girls skirt all the way up

TS: Asked me before that and I saw enough TV to think that wasn’t a big deal. TV lied to me

Kenzie: i remember in 7th grade a bunch of guys (myself included) was chasing this girl around the park so we could get her shirt wet

Kenzie: after about 5 minutes of this she got PISSED

Kenzie: turned around and lifted up her shirt and was like is this what you want to see

Kenzie: we all sat there with the dumb face on after that realizing we fucked up

Kenzie: she was legitmately pissed

Kenzie: i remember the girls name and everything

DG: yes... cool and funny wasn't cool nor funny

Kenzie: i still feel bad about that shit

DG: and no one ever told me otherwise

DG: that's the kicker

Kenzie: it was almost considered boys will be boys

DG: have to piece all that shit together yourself through age and experience

Kenzie: can't blame all that shit on hormones but it has to play a part