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sometimes you need to stoop down to other peoples' level
#mom didn't call at all in all day that was already the first red flag#and when i did call her she sounded so down#no first of all now i see where i get the issue of opening up and talking from like i asked her and all she admitted was yeah she cried#today like hello??? give me names tell me what happened fully just tell me something because i can and will be shameless enough to drag any#adult in this house been there done that before will do it again and no idc what they say to me atp nothing no matter how deep real will cu#me so just tell me no??? this pisses me off so much because everytime i will get to know through other people or it's too late#reason? you shouldn't get involved. well. too bad. and what is this with tu apna khayal rakh and make your career and they'll shut up like#yaar aap itne andhe toh ho nahi idhar mene apki life ke bits and pieces dekhi hai aur mujhe khud itna pata hai ki ye kabhi nahi sudharne#wale like i get it emotional weakness etcetc but oh my god you just have to say the truth itni lambi list hai kuch bhi bol diya karo na wha#is this nahi hum barre hai itne neeche nahi gir sakte bhai thik hai khud nahi kuch karo mujhe toh karne do na?????#maina jaake apna sar phor lungi sachi kya chutiyap faila rakha hai#mine
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Mera inner child tabhi heal hoga jab mujhe yahan jane ko milega
#bol rahe the bohut badi ho gayi hun iske liye ;-;#desiblr#inner child healing#mickey mouse bounce house#miska muska mickey mouse#5 footiya hone ke bawajud entry nhi mili
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AJSU Party Stages "Halla Bol" Protest at JNAC Office
12-Point Demand Charter Presented to Address Local Issues Demonstration highlights concerns over land, housing, and public services in Jamshedpur. JAMSHEDPUR – The AJSU Party organized a "Halla Bol" demonstration at the Jamshedpur Notified Area Committee (JNAC) office on Friday, presenting a comprehensive list of demands to the Deputy Municipal Commissioner. "The government’s policies are failing…
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#Abua Housing Scheme#AJSU Halla Bol campaign#AJSU Party protest Jamshedpur#जनजीवन#Jamshedpur civic problems#Jamshedpur infrastructure concerns#Jamshedpur land issues#Jamshedpur public service demands#JNAC office demonstration#Kanhaiya Singh AJSU#Life#local government accountability
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Why are all my friends dads the same like frikin assholes
#me and bestie had plans to go today we even planned to wear matching flowy Western dresses#like they were so pretty and woulve looked so good with heeled boots#AND THEN USKA KAMINAA BAAAP NE NAA BOL DIA#now we both sulk at our houses
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cedric is developing his baking skill rn bc of his overachiever trait (🙄). but, since he was cooking next to his husband bol, cedric wanted to impress him. cedric failed. but! his failure endeared bol. bol is like “my malewife is suffering so bad omg </3 i gotta cheer him up <3” but it kinda looks like he’s making fun of him.
meanwhile bol’s excellent quality garden salad was just born a couple minutes ago and has to watch this exchange like “right in front of my me?”
#ts4#sims 4#i think they think of each other as their malewife but the truth is tht they're both malewives#bc theyre both living off of their daughter's streamer money and keisha's paycheck. and keisha doesnt even own the house and she sleeps in a#sleeping bag or the treehouse like.... bol and cedric u guys are so silly but youre my silly guys
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Hari Bol - Gaurav Aery | Tanshree Sharma | Hare Krishna | Chapter 2 | Pr...
#youtube#ISKCON#HARE KRISHNA#KRISHNA#BHAJAN#PROG HOUSE#TRANCE#MUSIC VIDEO#MUSIC#MANTRA#KIRTAN#HARI BOL
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A Second Chance
PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader
CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF
SYPNOSIS: Tom is a gang member for your dads gang, he used to visit the house to help your dad, often running into you, the conversation only leading so far. One day, at one of your dads gang parties, Tom sees you for the first time in years, you looked so different, so beautiful and confident.
A/N: if you want to be tagged or i accidently missed your tag comment on my pinned masterlist <3 divider creds: @chaemingly
WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out, LOTS of teasing
Tom was a gang member under my dads gang, the blue bloods, he had talked me a few times when he'd come over to the house to help my dad, only very few polite words. My dads gang was very high profile and the most notorious in the country, Tom and the other gang members all contributed to maintaining that title.
One day, I was at one of my dads parties, he was celebrating a recent deal that went really well and he got more money than he asked for. It was the first time tom had seen me in 4 years, I was wearing a sexy red dress with black lace and black heels. I straightened my hair and had a simple yet sexy makeup look. I was walking in the party with my friends, laughing and trying to navigate the bar.
Toms eyes widened slightly as he saw me walk in, hardly recognising the gorgeous woman I'd become. He leaned against the wall, trying to act casual but internally cursing my fathers strict no touching rule for his daughter.
I finally made my way to the bar, ordering a vodka redbull on my dads tab, allowing my friends to all order something too. He watched from afar, admiring how confident and beautiful I was. The red dress I wore clung to my curves just right, and my heels made my legs look endless. He took a swig from his whiskey, trying to maintain his composure, "damn.." he mumbled under his breath.
He took another sip of his drink, adjusting the collar of his shirt, trying to remain professional under my fathers presence but my presence made it increasingly difficult. Despite knowing he shouldn't, he walks over to the bar, positioning himself near me.
I kept talking and laughing with my friends, enjoying the unlimited amount of drinks. It wasn't until my friends went off to dance that I noticed Tom, I turned around and looked up, his tall frame towering over me. He leaned against the bar and smirked, "quite the change since the last time I saw you.." he said, "I almost wouldn't have recognised you.." his eyes scanned my figure discreetly.
"Your father would kill me if he knew I was talking to you like this.." he chuckled, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. My face lit up and I smiled brightly, "mhm, it's been quite a while, you've grown a lot since we last saw each other," I winked "and besides, i'm a grown woman now, he can't control who I speak to, I don't need to be chaperoned everywhere I go," I rolled my eyes playfully.
His smirk widened mischievously, enjoying my confident demeanour. "True..true..But he can still shoot the messenger.." his eyes locked with mine, "I think he'd prefer you rather than some random gangbanger.." I giggled. He raised an eyebrow, "is that so? And what makes you think I'm not a gangbanger," he took a step closer, maintaining eye contact. "You don't know what I do in my free time.." he smirked dangerously.
I rolled my eyes at his attempt to scare me, "you don't scare me Tom," I giggled, shaking my head, "I obviously know you are one but..at least you have better morals than most of the guys here.." His smirk turned into a chuckle, amused by my fearlessness. "Better morals? You make it sound like I'm some saint.." he took a sip of his drink.
"Well you are compared to most people," I smirked and ordered another vodka redbull. His gaze lingered on my lips as I took a sip of my drink. He reached out and gently grabbed my chin, catching me by surprise. He tilted my head up to fully look at him, "you know..I think you're pretty bold, talking to me like this.." he whispered. The attention he gave me made my stomach flutter, I had a crush on him for years and this was the first time ever he was paying attention to me like this.
My boldness was starting to crumble, my shyness creeping in. He noticed the change in my demeanour, he liked it, finding it cute. He knew this confident, bold look was just for show, wanting to impress him. He decides to take advantage of my shyness and pulls me closer, wrapping an arm around my waist.
I felt my cheeks getting hotter and my eyes widening at his sudden move. He leaned in close, his hot breath against my ear as he whispered, "I think I like your bold side better..but this shy side is cute too.." his hand slowly slid down to give my bottom a gentle squeeze before pulling back with a smirk.
I tried to put on my bold act again but it failed miserably, causing me to stammer over my words, "Mhm? W-well she never left," he smirked, "and you're really bad at hiding it," he teased, "you're trying to act all tough, but you can't even look me in the eye without blushing.." he chuckled softly, his arm around my waist pulling me even closer.
I chuckled and smacked his arm playfully, hiding my face, "shut up.." he grabbed my hand, intertwining my fingers with his. "Or what? You going to beat me up?" his free hand traced circles on my lower back. He leaned in close, pressing a gentle kiss to my neck and whispering in my ear, "say..how about we go somewhere more private..hm?"
He guided me discreetly through the crowded party, searching for a quieter spot. Finally he found an empty bathroom, gently walking in with me and locking the door behind him. He pressed me against the bathroom counter, caging me in with his hands on either side of me.
He stared down at me, his eyes locked onto my lips as I bit my lower lip. He could feel the tension between us growing thicker. My chest was heaving slightly, he leaned in, giving me a chance to pull away. "Last change to act all tough.." he mumbled, his voice low and husky.
I grew some confidence and smashed my lips into his, desperately kissing him. He was taken aback by my sudden confidence but quickly returned a rough kiss, pressing his lips against mine firmly. His hands moved to my hips, pulling me flush against him as he deepened the kiss.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my neck, sucking and biting gently. "Fuck.." he mumbled, moving his hands to the strap of my dress. He whispered against my neck, "this dress is dangerous.." tracing a finger along one strap. "One move and it could slip right off.." he smirked, knowing full well what he was doing. "Though I wouldn't mind if it did.." he whispered, moving his hand to the other strap. In one swift motion he dragged them down my shoulders, letting the whole dress fall down to my hips, exposing my barely there bra.
His eyes widened as he took in my nearly naked form, the black lacy bra doing nothing to hide my curves. He reached out and hooked his fingers in the waistband of my dress, lifting my hips with his strong arms and pulling it right off, throwing it across the room.
"Holy fuck.." he mumbled, his hands flying to my bra and practically ripping it off. He hungrily sucked and licked my tits, his hands roaming over my body. He groaned against my skin, his hands squeezing and caressing my bare breasts. He could feel himself grow hard in his pants as he continued to lavish attention on my chest.
Without warning, he got on his knees, grabbing my panties roughly and pulling them off. He spread my legs wide and shoved his face into my pussy. He used his fingers to spread my folds before running his tongue up my slit, my body slightly jolted at the action, making him smirk mischievously.
"You like that huh?" he lifted his head up, "mhmm.." I whined softly, embarrassed by how reactive I was to his actions. "Mmmh.." he chuckled softly, "well, I'm just getting started doll," and with that he buried his face into my pussy again, licking and sucking furiously.
He hooked his arms around my thighs to keep me in place as I moaned and squirmed, my hands desperately trying to find security. I held onto the edges of the countertop, moaning loudly as his tongue feverishly circled my clit.
His tongue continued to work me mercilessly, flicking my clit just the way he knew I'd like it. The sound of my moans only drove him on more, his hands gripping my thighs tighter, his fingernails digging into me, "fuck..you taste amazing baby.." he grumbled, moving his tongue to my hole and pushing it deep inside, his nose rubbing against my clit to heighten the pleasure.
The sounds of me getting wetter and wetter made him impossibly hard. He lapped at my core, wanting to make me cum so hard, like I've never before. He could feel me getting closer, my thighs trembling against his face. "Tom!" I yelped, my hands sliding down and gripping onto his hair tightly, shoving his face into my pussy more.
His face was completely buried in my folds now, his nose and mouth working in tandem to bring me to the brink. He can feel my nails digging into his scalp, pulling his hair tighter. It did hurt but it only spurred him on, he doubled his efforts, hearing me scream in pleasure as my orgasm was quickly approaching.
His intensifying movements drove me crazy, his tongue moved to my clit again and his fingers slid up, he shoved 2 fingers inside my dripping hole and fingered me roughly. "That's it baby, come for me!" he grunted, his voice muffled against my pussy. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me still as he brought me closer and closer to my climax.
I screamed out in intense pleasure, my orgasm crashing down. A small stream of clear liquid coming out of me. He lapped up every drop of my release, not wasting a drop. His chest heaved as he stood up, his eyes dark with desire as he shakily undid his belt, "I need to be inside you now.." he mumbled, capturing my lips in a deep kiss, letting me taste myself on his lips.
My hands moved to help him, he slid his belt off and I dragged his pants down. His thick cock pressed against his boxers desperately, a wet patch of pre cum stained on the material. His breath hitched against my lips, he pulled away to shove his boxers down, letting them pool at his feet just like his pants.
His hand wrapped around his hard length, pumping it a few times as he stared at me with heavy lidded eyes. "You're so beautiful...look at what you do to me.." he motioned to his throbbing cock, the tip leaking more precum.
He positioned himself between my spread legs, his throbbing cock pressing against my still sensitive entrance. "Should I fuck you hard, right here on this counter..?" he whispered, his lips tracing along my ear. I nodded and looked up at him, he smirked darkly and stepped closer, grabbing my thighs tightly.
He alinged himself with my entrance, slamming into me hard, filling me completely. I was taken aback, gasping and holding onto him. He chuckled, "too much for you? he pouted dramatically, sarcastically cooing.
I smirked at his teasing, "shut up and fuck me.." I spat out. He shook his head and chuckled, his hips starting to move in a fast punishing rhythm. "Fuck..your tight pussy feels so good around my cock.." he groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh.
I moaned loudly, my chest heaving and my tits bouncing wildly as his pace quickened. Each thrust brought us brought me closer to another orgasm. One hand moved up to catch one of my bouncing breasts, squeezing it roughly while the other hand held my hip steady, "you like that? want me to fuck you even faster?" he panted against my neck, his voice coarse.
"Fuck yes!" I whined, "harder!" he smirked, instantly obliging. He increased his pace once again until he was practically jackhammering into me. He wrapped his arms around my legs, pulling them up higher and onto his shoulders as he continued to pound into me mercilessly. The counter creaked beneath me, the sound mixing with my loud moans and his low grunts.
"You're so loud.." he chuckled, placing rough kisses on my neck, sucking on the skin to leave dark purple hickeys wherever he went. "You like that, hm? You like how my cock slams into you like that..how good it makes you feel..?" he whispered, nibbling softly on my earlobe, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
I let out a loud moan as my answer, nodding my head rapidly. His face contorted in pleasure, his eyes locking onto my as he picks up the pace even more. The sound of his balls slapping against me filled the room, his voice dripping with dominance, "good girl..feel all of me.." he groaned, reaching in between my legs and rapidly rubbing my clit, wanting my orgasm to be big and powerful.
My back was pushing back against the mirror, hitting it roughly from his brutal thrusts. I felt a knot form in my stomach, a signal to my approaching orgasm. "Mmmh! 'M close...don't stop!" I yelped, rolling my eyes back from the intense pleasure.
His movements become almost relentless, hitting that sweet spot deep inside me over and over again, driving me crazy. With one last flick of my sensitive clit and hard thrust my orgasm came crashing down, I practically screamed and held onto the counter tightly, the pleasure coming in furious waves.
He groaned, rolling his eyes back as my orgasm rippled around him, he fucked me through my climax, drawing it out until I was trembling. "That's it..take my cock..ohhh fuck.." he grunted. With a final thrust he buried himself to the hilt and found his own release inside me. He let out one last low, guttural groan, his body shuddering.
After a few moments he slowly lowered my legs and gently pulled out of me, helping me down from the counter. I was absolutely spent, my chest heaving as I tried to calm down from my earthshattering orgasm. He wrapped an arm around my waist to support me, noticing how wobbly I was, "you okay baby?" he chuckled softly, kissing my forehead.
I nodded softly and buried my face into his chest, too tired to even respond. He smiled and grabbed my clothes, setting me back on the counter to help me get dressed. "Don't tell anyone this happened sweetheart, I wanna make it out alive so I can see you again," he smirked, I rolled my eyes playfully, "fine, fine."
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I’m really fucking drunk right now
But the request is to just make Soap and Ghost happy, however you decide to do that 😭
Complete freedom of uhhhhhhhh prompt just that, idk, I’m floating off the face of the earth right now I am not here nope nowhere too much wine I think but it was fun 👍
mistletoe [ ghost ]
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I hope I did well with the request given, it said to make Soap and Ghost happy. And the boys do need some love. And anonymous, I feel you- my exact though process on wine lol
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Christmas, the time of giving… even in the military… even in its special branches. You were the only female on your squad, which meant one thing. You would be the only one getting them presents, because that’s just what you did at the festive season.
No missions, but you did find out from Price the most vagrant member of the teams’ phone number; being placed with him and Soap on most occasions.
When he didn’t respond to your text message to meet up, you set Soap on the case. You didn’t have family, Johnny didn’t speak to his and Simon you really had no clue about… the 23rd December rolls on, you had been up since four in the morning from habit but decided to get prepared. Cutting carrots… getting the roasties ready to cook later… Yorkshire pudding mix ready to go… Turkey in the oven…
Before you knew it there was a firm knock on the door and it was ten o’clock, and you’d expected to just see the postman before they went on their holiday leave. “Somethin’ smells good… watcha cookin’?” Johnny brushed straight past you to the kitchen, and the biggest surprise was seeing Simon Riley on your doorstep.
“He’s not wrong…” He said, rubbing is feet on the mats on both the inside and outside. Taking his boots off, you smiled at his politeness. You had never hung out with Simon, he kept himself to himself. Though you thought Johnny pushed him into coming over.
Entering your kitchen, stood Johnny MacTavish with a finger dipped in the eggnog… looking like a guilty child when you entered, “It wasn’t me, I swear…” You waved it off.
“A bit of gun grease never hurt anyone…” Knowing how messy the job proved most of the time, “How does it taste? The eggnog, not gun grease…” Ghost just stood leaned against the door frame connecting kitchen and living room. While Johnny tasted.
His eyes electric giving a hum, “Oh my god, Simon, you’ve got to try some…” Eyes lingered on you and then Johnny.
“I’m driving back, remember…”
“Come on, Lt… I’m sure Y/N doesn’t mind us staying until later, do you?” Head shaking with a dim smile on your lips.
Opening the overhead cupboard, “I even stocked a couple bottles of bourbon…” A brow raised by Simon beneath the hood and Johnny chuckled.
He shook your shoulders from behind you, “How can you say no to these faces?” Both giving your best mopey frowning.
Simon’s arms folded, “Use that technique in negotiations? Because I’m not turnin’ down a bottle of bourbon…” Johnny released your shoulders, returning back to the eggnog jug. “I wanna know why we’re actually here?” You hadn’t realised he’d slipped to stand directly beside you, and you felt your knees numb at the height of the man you’d spent hours of missions with…
It felt like you were under interrogation, “I thought you both deserved a homemade Christmas meal instead of a ready-made spag bol from the shops…” Only comprehending how close the man was to you, pushing off the island countertop and checking the turkey…
You had ushered the men to sit at counter on stools, Johnny had a jug of half gone eggnog in hand and Simon a whiskey glass. Simon more than Johnny marvelled how you worked around the kitchen, a spring in your step and a cheeky glint in your eye. A nudge to his right side, “Y’ staring, Lt…” He didn’t respond to the Sergeant, knowing fully well… maybe it wasn’t a good idea to go to your house and stay for an alcohol catering pre-Christmas meal.
But he couldn’t help it, “Need any help?”Talking to an optimistic person was what he craved and you seemed to be the only one in 141 that was a ray of sunshine in the storm ahead.
You queried, “You any good with mashing potatoes?” You swore you had never seen fluffier potatoes after Simon had finished up with the saucepan. “I’m impressed… and you alright there, Johnny?”
“Me nanna always slipped m’ some eggnog when I was a wee lad,” His cheeks ruddier than usual, and his smile wider. Let alone his speech, Simon and yourself sharing a humoured look at barely being able to understand your teammate.
Simon nudged him, taking the jug passing it to you, “Think you’ve had enough of that, Sergeant. Barely fuckin’ understand ya…” You giggled into your wine glass, taking a sip; meeting Ghost’s eye contact. He’d forgotten to take his mask up as the drink sputtered down his neck and onto his white shirt, “Fucks sake…” Discarding his jacket.
Johnny from the side, “Shit, bourbon stains like a bitch…” Simon didn’t care about the shirt, he just didn’t want to spend the entire day with an orange stain down himself.
“Throw me the shirt, I’ll get it out in a jiffy…” He cocked his eyebrow at you, “Not shy are you, Ghost?” In no time, his shirt was off and a flash of white caught in your hands.
His chin jerked up, “Work your magic then, love…” You couldn’t believe Simon Riley was taunting you, attempting to avert your gaze from landing on that toned chest and his broad shoulders. Relatively easy being around muscled men your entire career, though you were disappointed when his hoodie came over to block his skin. All while you used bicarbonate and white vinegar, scrubbing until the darker patch faded till it was barely there.
“Á voila!” Holding up the large T-shirt, “just need to chuck it in the wash.” Throwing it in with a bundle you had yet to put on. The alarm going off for the oven. Thinking a curse, tackling so much at once. Opting to run to the washing machine, throwing some washing powder and conditioner in. Returning back to the kitchen, alarm on snooze but met with the sight of Ghost carving the turkey, his collarbones defined and visible as was the top of his chest. The hem rising just enough to see the band of his boxers.
Johnny just smirked at you, merry as could be watching his squad members mentally undress each other between half-lidded gazes. “So you’re good with all kinds of knives?” You didn’t mean it to come out like a purr but it had, dishing up the roasties. Johnny was setting the three table places- he shot you a smile. A knowing one, that you had harboured a crush on your superior since you joined the SAS.
Simon Riley just had a swagger about him- a cockiness to his aptitude. He was also caring, whether he accepted that compliment or not. He had saved your life more times than you could count, you’d had his back countless in turn. Partners in stealth and then Johnny was brought into the dynamic, you’d hit it off immediately- you viewed him as an annoying, endearing brother all the while Ghost commented flirty jokes to you. Never enough to have intention but he still said it.
Never knowing much about the man, for all you knew he could have a wife and kids at home.
But the way he was acting, it could be a Christmas miracle that Lt. Simon Riley returned whatever flicker of a feeling you held for him. Fingers brushing against each other as you reached for the same cutlery set bundled beforehand by Johnny. Simon’s whiskey beside your wine while you had staved Johnny on lemonade. “I’m comin’ ‘ere for every Christmas… how did you ge’ the turkey like tha’,” It warmed your heart, you knew Johnny didn’t speak to his family all that much and that his Christmases were spent alone. “Wha’ abou’ you, Lt?”
Simon had his mask up below his nose, and had been munching away. Simply giving a shrug, before digging into more. If he hated it, he wouldn’t be going in for more on the plate.
“You’re okay with us stayin’ the night?” You had been the one to suggest it, and your house had three bedrooms. Though Johnny seemed content sleeping on the sofa- passing out after finishing off the jug of eggnog. You had draped a blanket over him. Simon was holding his whiskey well and hadn’t overdone it unlike the man asleep like a baby.
You were glad to be upstairs, avoiding Johnny’s snoring. “We’ll leave in the mornin’, so you can get shit ready for your family to come over…” That was the sad truth and he saw it on your face.
“I don’t have anybody round Christmas time…”
“No family?” It wasn’t like Simon to ask, the whiskey had loosened him up.
Your head shook, “My parents died, they’d been disowned by their families… so I’m usually on my own with a ready made spaghetti bolognese on Christmas,” You were too close to him- a wall overhead. Only noticing then that a stray mistletoe sat in that spot all year round. Your parents used to make an effort to kiss under it every day…
“We’re under mistletoe…” His gruff voice spoke too effortless while a blush covered your cheeks; maybe from the wine but maybe from how naked he was under that hoodie- forgetting that his shirt was still in the wash. “You’re gonna have to take it off?”
An arm around your waist as you wobbled. “What do you mean?” His other hand removed the mask he always made an effort to wear even while eating. But there he was, a normal man with a charming grin and puppy dog eyes. “Simon…?” Unsure of him…
“I wanna kiss you, Y/N…” And you sealed the deal, lips on his- stood on tiptoes with his palms keeping you upright. He was fire against you, your fingerprints were invisible when marking his neck. It was like a wave calmly drifting to shore, like Simon all together. Something that could be so violent yet tender, especially beneath your touch. Your lips off his, finding comfort in the eyes you’d known for years. “Did you want us to stay in the morning?”
Pondering, “Don’t you have family who want to spend Christmas with you?” A shake of the head with a lopsided grin on his face.
The man shrugged, “We never did anything for it, it’s just another day,” that’s when he grabbed your hand, “But I’d love to spend Christmas with you… and Johnny…”
The three of you ended up making another Christmas dinner on the 25th, Johnny got drunk on eggnog and ended up doing karaoke while you and Simon held hands under a blanket. A snap of you three on your Polaroid and added to your kitchen’s cork board and a picture from Christmas evening of you and Simon Riley in bed- no mask but the fact neither of you were wearing clothes wasn’t obvious.
He would come back after dropping Johnny off on Boxing Day… “Shit! I forgot to give you two presents…” He pulled you back onto the sofa as you went to rush away.
“You gave us something better than a present…” Before planting a kiss on your temple, “And your cooking was perfect,” cuddling into you watching a cheesy Christmas movie. Kind of like the one you had just lived out.
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⭑⌗ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 + 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
✶ let's go ahead and clear that idea that ellie wouldn't be like. immediately obsessed with you and giving you secret discounts on the weed.
✶ she met you five seconds ago and she was like. why would she ever pay for anything?? she's literally my reason for breathing?? (ok babe 😭) so you're getting that stuff for lowest price she can possibly make it. and if you flirt a little?? she's wondering why she's not just handing you the bag for free.
✶ when you guys get closer, she notices you're kinda into pink so when she sees pink papers???? she's SLAMMING that card, best believe. when you're freaking and like HOWD YOU GET THIS she's trying to pretend to be all cool like oh idk just found 'em and thought it'd be funny but if you like 'em you can have them ... i guess 😒
✶ if you're a little inexperienced with it she's a little protective and is like oh i don't think you should try that this one's way better and gives it to you on the house like?? you're trying to pay for it and she's like noooo it's for you just take it even though that was some of her good weed and she never gives that out. but you're nice and sweet and her bestest customer so who is she to charge you??
✶ when y'all are closer she literally just starts buying shit for you. you're like oh my gosh this bracelet is literally so pretty and next time you come over she's like so.. guess what and there's the bracelet in a box under two pretty pre-rolls (that she's also not letting you pay for btw)
✶ n you're so worried about breaking her bank when she does it but she's literally living lavish because she's everyone's dealer and no one with weed isn't getting it from her. (charismatic queen tbh)
✶ plus if you think this is gonna kill her wallet just wait until you guys start actually dating. she's not even waiting for you to ask for shit, she's telling you to put your cart on public so she can surprise you all the time.
✶ you're like babe how am i gonna pay you back and she's like just .. be pretty for me, yeah? 's not hard for you at all. (just flustered myself give me a minute)
✶ and some random things i just think she'd do:
✶ texting you high out of her mind about dinosaur facts because she just knows too much and needs to get it out immediately (she's such a nerd I love it 😭)
✶ trying to shotgun with you but she sees your face lookin' all pretty n dazed, chokes on the smoke, and just simply never does it after that. (give her a week, she'll be back)
✶ reading a shit ton of sci-fi. she compulsively reads savage starlight all the time but she's actually obsessed with the whole genre n can't exist without it atp (she DEFINITELY owns a few space cowboy books and before meeting you she would always imagine she was the lead guy with the hot love interest who was definitely some kind of alien. don't question it.)
✶ if you're a plushie girlie (me fr) she's ALWAYS buying you plushies. but she always buys one that matches yours for herself so you guys are "always together" or something. idk she's a little bit of a loser.
✶ she's so bad at keeping up with skincare but now she just weaponises that and makes you do it for her. literally rolling her eyes and pouting if you do yours without her, mumbling shit like "oh yeah, just forget about ellie, huh? that's what they all do" until you're like babe what??? 😭
✶ also i know that everyone says this but she really does own some weird ass shirts 😭😭 she'll get high and buy weird shit like that shirt that just says tomatoes it's so wild going through her closet lmaoo
✶ and because of her high shopping she also has some weird ass bongs like. seriously. there's a an astronaut one with octopus legs for sure, i can feel it.
✶ high ellie tweets>> she's actually so out of pocket sometimes 😭 some of her greatest hits would probs be
✶ also she was so nervous around you and wouldn't look you in the eye for too long because she didn't wanna scare you but then she got a little bold when she found out you liked girls and then was just straight up cocky when she realised you liked her, too (that blunt flick when dina said she wanted her to kiss her .. yeah that ellie)
✶ she's just the bestest, silliest, nerdiest girl ever and the best girlfriend literally anyone could ask for 💞💞
hey guys back with another banger hope you guys enjoyed make sure to like follow and subscribe‼️ no but seriously give me opinions because i love hearing you guys have little convos and the reposts are always so wild 😭😭 thank you new jersey, and goodnight (also don't look at the tags im shy) as alwaysss creds to @ cafekitsune bc these dividers are so mf cute
#˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ — reine writes !#ellie williams#tlou2#the last of us#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x female reader#poc reader#dealer!ellie#dealer!ellie williams#dealer!ellie williams x reader#ellie tlou2#ellie tlou#ellie the last of us#ellie williams the last of us#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams tlou2#and thats how sue sees it#sorry for the impromptu glee reference
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'What I Missed'
'The Doctor ponders how much of his best friends life he missed whilst looking through family photos - and it hurts.'
Another feely Fourteen fic, set a couple of weeks after the Giggle so expect lots of angst! Can also be read on AO3
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It was rather hectic in the Temple-Noble household.
Shaun was making supper, trying to stave off a very adamant Sylvia, who had told him three times in the last five minutes that more salt was a must for the vegan mince.
Donna was making sure Wilf didn’t over-prune the apple tree which needed cut back to stop the apples from falling into the neighbour's yard.
Rose was dipping in and out of the kitchen, having set the table amidst the mad rush and decided to take ten minutes to play a game the Doctor had downloaded onto her phone – a game supposedly from 2046.
The Doctor himself was sat alone in the quiet living room, hunched over a photo album Wilf had let him borrow for the day.
The cup of tea he’d made for himself an hour ago was now stone cold, forgotten on the coffee table. Instead, the Doctor was completely engrossed in the pictures stuck onto the smooth sheets of paper, some of them labelled, while others were harder to identify.
It had started as a nice, quaint distraction from the chaos in the kitchen - he’d only been settled in the house for two weeks, still finding his place while learning to accept his new life.
Now, however, the Doctor found his chest was growing tight, and he was finding it hard to stop his mind from spinning, as he looked through all the photos of Shaun, Donna and Rose. It was delightful to see Rose growing up in the photos, thrilling to see the achievements of the family… but it hurt.
It hurt in a way he rarely let himself feel hurt. Every page he turned, there was the smiling face of the best friend he'd lost.
Time was one thing he did have now, but the photos screamed to him – look how much you missed.
Eyes glazed with wetness, completely oblivious to the world around him, the Doctor missed the approaching footsteps.
Shaun appeared, as happy and cheerful as always at the living room door. He didn’t knock, and instead cleared his throat with a smile.
“Supper’s nearly ready – my famous ‘Spaggy Bol’, as the kids call it,” Shaun announced with his very favourite pair of oven mitts slotted on his hands.
“The kids don’t call it that, Dad,” Rose uttered as she passed her father by the living room door, abandoning the game to brave the kitchen. Shaun wasn’t too pressed by the information, focusing on the Doctor once again, despite still hearing Sylvia’s comments about salt from the kitchen.
“Doctor?” Shaun prodded gently – not to hurry the Doctor, but rather to ease him out of this quiet, distracted trance he could sense.
As if only realising he was sat in the middle of a house with other people, the Doctor suddenly acknowledged Shaun, glancing to the door over the top of his glasses.
It was clear the other man had missed his initial announcement, and Shaun smiled. “Supper?”
“Oh,” the Doctor replied, “sorry, yeah, I’ll be through in a tic.”
“No worries, just come through whenever you’re ready,” Shaun assured, and both men shared a quick smile before Shaun disappeared towards the hectic kitchen.
Alone again, the Doctors gaze shifted back to the page of photos on his lap, vision a little blurry. All the distant noise faded around him as his fingers traced over a photo of Donna and Rose, on what seemed to be her first day of secondary school.
How much had he missed? A lot, clearly. Humans did so much growing in such little time.
The heaviness gripping his hearts grew tenfold, as he saw a photo of a very tired looking Donna in a hospital bed, with Rose in her arms.
For her, 15 years had passed… for him, thousands, if not millions. Yet the raw wound of losing Donna sat as fresh as could be. A wound now seeping with sadness over missing so much.
Her life had continued, which was all he’d wanted for her, no matter how much it stung. He could still feel his fingers pressing against her temples as she begged for him to stop all those years ago in the console room of his ship.
Don’t make me go back… Doctor, please! No, please, no… no!
“Brainbox?”
Unlike Shaun’s voice, Donna’s voice cut through the silence like a balloon unexpectedly popping. The Doctor jumped and tensed all in one, the album nearly falling from his lap as he abruptly straightened up.
Thousands of years of being followed, stalked, hunted… Donna saw it all in her best friends’ movements, like that of a rescue dog who took time to settle, but was easily spooked.
“Hey, no need to jump a mile, it’s only me,” she reassured him. The Doctor, a tad embarrassed, rushed to close the book. Donna smiled – even if the Doctor had only been living with them for two weeks, she was so proud of Shaun for quickly picking up on when the Time Lord needed somebody. That was why she was there.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to react like that,” the Doctor clarified, “still getting used to a house, a home, people, rooms… y’know.”
Donna promptly joined the Doctor at the sofa, sitting just beside him while trying to catch a glance at what album he was looking through. Before she could ask, the Doctor was already trying to blurt out an excuse as to why he hadn’t joined them in the kitchen.
“I didn’t mean to keep you all waiting… well, didn’t realise it was… I was just-”
The nervous mumbling made Donna extend out her hand to find the Doctors, gently intertwining their fingers together and squeezing, until he stopped tripping over his words, and grew quiet with a sigh.
He didn’t like being a bumbling mess in front of anyone, but in the past few weeks, he’d found himself doing it more and more. Normally, he had the option to run away, brush off an awkward situation by tinkering with the TARDIS, or ignore a question that required him to express his feelings a little too much.
Now, it wasn’t so easy. He wasn’t in the TARDIS… he was in a living room, a house, surrounded by people.
“It’s okay, there’s no rush,” Donna said, “is this the album Grandad gave you this morning?”
There was a tear on his cheek. Donna didn’t say anything as the Doctor nodded in reply, and she simply squeezed his hand again.
What was bothering him?
Donna reached to lift the cover of the album up, revealing the first page of pictures. Immediately, it was clear which album it was – a family album, one Wilf always kept close by.
“Haven’t looked through this one in a while, myself,” Donna pondered, “I might have to borrow it off you later.”
A silence followed.
It only lasted seconds, because Donna didn’t want the Doctor to suffer in silence any longer.
“What’s wrong, Spaceman?” Donna asked gently. She kept his hand securely in hers, sure she could feel him trembling.
A heavy sigh.
No chance of running away now.
The Doctor took the album and leaned forward to place it gently on the coffee table. Then, he took his glasses from his face with a deep sniff, still oblivious to the tear on his cheek.
“I never really realised how much I missed,” the Doctor said, talking through a lump in his throat, “I know I come and go. I know I don’t often stay in one place for long, and, well, let’s be honest I do jump in and out of everybody’s lives. But all of this is different. You’ve had a child, had a life – and I’m so grateful for that. I just wish I could have been there.”
“Been there for what?” she questioned quietly, shuffling a little closer to the Time Lord.
“Everything… you and your life. Rose being born, watching her growing up… being there for you. I feel the worst friend in the world.”
Donna smiled sadly. “I know,” she replied.
The Doctor turned his gaze to Donna quickly, having not expected an understanding answer. “You do?”
“Yes, I do, Dumbo… you don’t rekindle with an old friend – your best friend, after fifteen years and not think about all the things you’ve missed in their life. It was all I could think about that first night we brought you home.”
“You make me sound like a stray you picked up on the side of the road,” the Doctor sniffed, trying to find some humour. Donna chuckled, but didn’t want the conversation to divert.
She knew her Spaceman a little too well.
“Getting my memories back was brilliant, but the loneliness and pain I felt… knowing you’d been through all of that without me. It hurt me, y’know. But if it makes you feel any better, I’ve experienced so much happiness in all that time, even if I missed you every day. Without knowing what I was missing.”
The Doctor swallowed and opened his mouth to speak – Donna noticed his lower lip wobbling.
“I did what I did all those years ago to keep you safe,” the Doctor continued, “so you could have this life… and somehow, well, selfishly… I’m sad I missed it.”
The Doctor didn’t like to bring up erasing her memories. He saw Donna’s expression change - however, Donna felt no malice or sadness, no anger or regret.
Instead, she was grateful he was talking to her.
“Spaceman, it’s okay,” Donna whispered, letting go of his hand, but only so she could reach up to wipe away the tear still lingering on his stubbly cheek, “as much as it hurt to forget you, I’m so grateful for the life I have now. Shaun, Rose… you.”
The Doctor didn’t realise his hand was reaching up to keep Donna’s on his cheek, closing his eyes as he let the conjured grief seep from his hearts.
“I can never get that time back… I-I can never hold Rose as a baby, see her grow up, w-watch you become a m-mother-”
His voice was breaking. Donna stroked his cheek with her thumb and shushed him ever so motherly. It was hard to keep her own emotion at bay, realising how guilty the Doctor felt for missing out on her life. All those people he knew and travelled with, it was no wonder he held so much guilt.
“Listen - you can be here now, for everything that’s still to come,” Donna assured, as if it were the most exciting prospect – because it was, “all the silly, mundane little days you never got to experience, all the fun days out, the lie-ins, the shopping, watching movies, game nights. We’re doing it now. You’re here, and I’m here. We’re together.”
Something about her reassurance made the Doctor feel instantly better. They weren't apart anymore... they were:
“Together,” he repeated quietly, almost reassuring himself that it was true.
Donna nodded silently.
Yes, he’d missed important life events, missed a lot of Donna’s life, his niece’s life… but he had a chance to be there now, to be part of their lives. Regenerating on that clifftop, he never could have predicted that two weeks later, he’d be where he was now. That was a good thing, Wilf had told him. Life was boring without surprises.
When the Doctor sort of smiled, but was clearly too overwhelmed to say anything, Donna moved her hand from his face and wrapped it around his waist. They’d hugged so many times, but each time still felt like the first.
“Come here, you big dunce,” she encouraged softly when she felt a bit of resistance, but eventually, the Doctor turned his skinny frame around and wrapped his arms around Donna, “if there’s one thing we can make up for from all that time apart, it’s hugs.”
The Doctor closed his eyes and really, truly settled into the embrace. His throat was untightening, and his eyes were a little less glazed. He sighed, but this time, it was nowhere near as heavy.
“I love you,” he uttered, as if it were the most simple phrase in existence. He wanted... no, needed her to know.
It was Donna's turn to feel her barriers breaking. She was glad her face was hidden, as tears formed and the shock of hearing those words settled.
"I love you too, you... big, soft idiot."
Donna rubbed his back with a smile. After a moment, they let go of each other. Donna quickly rushed to wipe the wetness from her eyes and then placed her hands on her knees.
“Right, come on… we have some ‘Spaggy Bol’ to eat. Together.”
“That we do, Donna," the Doctor nodded, the crows feet deepening at the corner of his eyes as he smiled appreciatively at his best friend, "that we do.”
#i am still working on drawings and other fics#but for now have this feely thang#fourteenth doctor#donna noble#fourteen x donna#doctor who#david tennant#catherine tate
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Magister Merlin Starhawk Info
Magister Merlin Starhawk, aka Merlin, Starhawk, Mage of the Stars, Starry Mage, a lazy bum who forgets to bring mugs out of his room, The Godfather of Magic, among others, is a half-treesprite half-human mage who was born in 200 B.H.W (Before the Hypogean War).
He is renowned as the discoverer of magic in around 190 B.H.W, having discovered healing magic by saving his hamster, Hammie, from near death- she later became the first-ever familiar. It is said that Dura herself granted him the key to unlock magic as a mortal.
He discovered almost all types of magic, including transformation spells by turning into a starhawk, and glamour spells by binding his chest.
He participated in the Hypogean-Celestial War of 1 A.H.W. (After the Hypogean War). It was rumored that he had become a Celestial.
After centuries of critical research in magic, astronomy, alchemy, potions, and natural sciences, Magister Merlin Starhawk disappeared in the 15th century A.H.W., often called "The Fall" of the mage, in keeping with the star theme.
He first reappeared in 17th century A.H.W., disappeared again, and did so a second time. The legends about the mage continued to spread across the world.
The third time, he appeared in the current year 1824 A.H.W. without his memories. He is slowly regaining them, but some are out of reach, as though they are locked away.
Hammie knows only that he has been "restarted" thrice, where he was the times he vanished is a mystery to everyone. Not much changed with each restart.
But by the third restart, his horns were reduced to nearly imperceptible buds that grow when he finds out more about his past, and binds were placed to keep his incredibly strong magic at bay.
Merlin will recover his memories no matter what they might reveal and meet new people along the way.
Hopefully, they will steer him clear of repeating his Fall.
Relationships: Talene (ex-best friend), Dionel (ex-friend), Hypogeans (enemies), Hammie & Chippy (familiars), Dolly (house caretaker), Lady Illucia (???), Cecia (???), General Hogan (a friend from his second restart), Mirael (student from his second restart), Valen (good friend), Rowan (like a niece to him), Lyca (astronomy friend), Cassade (biggest fan), Bryon (bird man and friend), Soren & Alsa (friends), Silverbeak (minion), Satrana (divination expert), Sinbad (good friend), Hugin (engineering buddy), Sonja & Lucca (intimidating friends), Tasi (friend), Bols (fishing expert).
Posted this so people have some info on Merlin before I post any fanfics, in case someone is curious or doesn't want to read future ff to get info on him. Bonus random facts I couldn't fit in properly below cut:
Bonus random facts I couldn't fit in properly but will probably be covered in future fanfic: He's 165cm tall. He's a vegetarian because he feels bad for animals. He faints... a lot. He's trans and intersex. Collects minerals and watches, and he is obsessed with birds and hamsters. His identity as treesprite-human has been lost over the ages so he hides his ears and horn stubs (which seem to be slowly growing as he regains his memories?) Has an enchanted hat that he seldom takes off. Has a lot of nightmares. Has endless pseudonyms, his latest being "Vulpin" (because he saw a drawing of a fox on a building) upon introduction to Valen. Eventually Valen finds out about the charade though.
Ironically, he has poor long-range vision (about -1 in each eye, but the right sees worse). Has a penchant for extravagant outfits. The two golden bands around his hair don't come off. He went grey at the ripe old age of... 20. His original hair color was bronze, and he wanted to keep his brows dark even after he turned grey, but the spell went awry and now they are permanently jet black along with his lashes.
His eyes have always been yellow- a gift from Misarte, according to the wilders. His mother was a treesprite musician from Vaduso, and his father was an human ex-sailor and merchant from Holistone. His mother was 210 centimeters tall (without her horns, mind you) and his father was 180 centimeters tall. Neither were short, but Merlin is the outlier in terms of height in his family. His grandmothers always blamed it on him not eating enough. He thinks he just lucked out.
#afk journey#magister merlin starhawk#might be subject to change but i'm pretty solid on most of these#art#mangaka#украрт#fuji momozane#anime art
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In the elder scrolls iv oblivion you generally have to go to the Daedra. You have to seek out their shrines to get their quests, you have to ask to talk to them and put work into it, you have to head to the shivering isles of your own volition. The Daedra are all over the place but Merunes Dagon trying to break into the physical world is the only one trying to butt his way into anything.
In the elder scrolls v Skyrim you’re just going about your business when you come across an orb by accident and Meridia is like hey I’ve got homework for you and then you just try to save an island of people from an evil dragon man and Hermaeus Mora is like hey you’re my new toy Dragonborn help me kill a random old man and then you help a guy inspect an abandoned house and Molag Bol is like hey I’m in this house also you’re in a cage now go kill someone for me and
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How much of an impact has writing and consuming fanfiction had in your writing career?
I ask about fanfiction specifically because it's such an open communication sort of media, it's so easy for author and reader to interact. Do you think you'd write differently if you'd never been in the Fanfiction community? What do you think has carried over from those works and interactions into your current works?
ooh, such a fun question! I've never really thought about this before!
so I will admit, while I have been reading fanfiction since 2006, I never actually wrote fanfiction until 2018 (and then didn't share any of it until 2021). so I think those specific relationships affected my writing in very specific ways.
from a reading perspective, I think fanfic really showed me that a story can be anything, told in a million different kinds of ways. the two fandoms that I was deeply entrenched in/reading fic in were sherlock (lol) and the winter soldier (I stand by it). both of those fandoms - TWS especially - did a lot of very interesting stuff when it came to story structure, multimedia storytelling, etc. while of course there's great published fiction that does the same (I've been a huge David Mitchell stan since I was 20, I read House of Leaves for the first time a few years ago, A Series of Unfortunate Events is such a great example of this tbh), I think there's a lot of freewheeling experimentation in fanfiction that encouraged me to do things like write Some Faraway Place as a mix of journal entries, reddit posts, letters, and tumblr posts.
it's also interesting to me that you bring up the author/reader interaction, because you're right, it is such a huge part of fanfic and a part I rarely thought about for a looooong time. I'm a socially anxious lurker by nature, so I would leave comments (show your local fanfic writer some love!) and I would follow a lot of those writers, but I'd never, like, interact with them directly. and my comments were usually along the lines of "I'M FLINGING MYSELF DIRECTLY INTO THE SUN" rather than openings to conversations lol.
but that changed significantly when I started writing fic. the first fandom I wrote for was SO small and the ship I was writing for even smaller (I'm responsible for over half the fics in that tag), so there wasn't really any interaction there. but then I started writing in a different fandom - still small but much more active - and joined a discord and everything. I'm not really active anymore, but I met someone who now has become one of my best friends and who is a huge reason why Desperate Hollow, my queer outlaw novel, finally got fucking finished.
so being in fanfic really affected my writing in the sense that I found a writer friend who - like a lot of other writing friends - has had a profound affect on me as an artist. but more broadly, writing fic for that fandom - about 200k words of it in eight months - taught me some very important things:
how to write a lot of words very, very quickly
how to let go of something being perfect - no one knows who I am on ao3 and people are just happy to have fic for a small fandom, so it doesn't have to be GOOD
how to write physicality - this is very hard for me, even now. I'm an audio first person, I rarely think about what people look like, how they move their bodies, etc. writing fic is so helpful, because if you're using canon scenes, you don't have to come up with the blocking, you just have to figure out how to describe it.
dialogue/character voice - learning how to mimic a writer's style is good from two perspectives: one, you learn more about style and voice by having to unpack someone else's. two, as a writer working in a scripted medium, you often are trying to write to an established style, because you might be in a writer's room for a world that you didn't create.
this is a less tangible effect, but writing mature works for a fandom that has mostly morally gray characters helped me get more comfortable with being bolder in my own work. Desperate Hollow is about two men in the wild west, one of whom has killed a lot of people, and both of whom are career criminals. the show I'm working on currently has the messiest found family dynamic and it will only get messier. I think in the course of writing TBS, I sometimes got scared of doing the wrong thing, or of leaning too hard into the darker parts of the story, and I'm trying to let my characters and stories be deeply imperfect now.
I hope that answers your questions!
#lauren answers things#Anonymous#writing#fanfic#and no I'm not going to tell you what any of these fandoms are
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Dancing On Your Heartstrings
Chapter 1
Ranveer POV
"Ranveer Kashyap. Sweet name, by the way."
Ranveer turned to face the boy -the eternally exhausting, exasperating boy- and said, "Hindi bol le, angrez ki aulad."
Raghav put down his coke and feigned hurt, placing a hand above his heart. "Aap mujhe aisa kaise keh sakte hain?" he said in a dramatically British accent.
For the nth time that day, Ranveer sighed. Why did he ever think this could work out? No- Why did the principal think this could work out. He and Raghav could never work together. The boy was simply too… draining. He was a goddamned vampire dressed in neon jackets that sucked your life force out of you. Two days with him and Ranveer was already thinking of getting a prescription of migraine meds.
"The competition is in two weeks, Raghav. And we haven't even choreographed yet!"
Raghav, however, didn't seem the slightest bit pressed. "So? We can choreograph in two days, practice for ten days, rehearse on the last two days. Easy."
Ranveer wanted to grab him by the neck and shove his face into chullu bhar paani. "Easy? Easy!? Easy hogi meri chappal. Tu do minute cooperate to kar. Main akela thodi kar lunga ham dono ka dance choreograph?"
"Arey bas, yaar. Chill kar na thoda. See, main kathak se related kuch choreograph karta hu, tu hip hop jaisa kuch dhundh. Dono ke genres intermix to karke kuch dynamic banate hai."
"Dynamic to apna ban jayega. Pata bhi hai BCPA ki team ne kab ki preparations shuru kar di? Aur tune aaj ka pura din waste karwa diya. Na kuch kiya na karne diya," Ranveer grumbled, shoving his feet into his shoes. He shouldered his bag and walked out of the practice room. After waiting for a while, he noticed Raghav was still in the room. "Chaliye, maharaj. Mujhe is room ko lock karke warden ko keys bhi deni hai."
Raghav was rooted in his place. This guy was just one weird thing after another. His coffee-brown curls really looked like a bird's nest after a whole another day of goofing around and doing no real practice. His face had a thoughtful expression, eyes squinting, gazing into the distance. "Oye!" Ranveer called out to him. Then, he seemed to come back to his senses.
For some reason, there was a slight tint of redness on his cheeks. Perhaps from exhaustion. Maybe being stupid did make you tired, Ranveer had thought idiots never ran out of energy.
"Listen," Raghav called out. Ranveer quirked up an eyebrow. "You want to practise right? Come to my house. I don't have any siblings, to koi pareshan bhi nahi karega. We can look up dance moves and choreograph together."
Ranveer wanted to refuse, but when he actually considered it, it wasn't that bad of an idea. Begrudgingly, he replied, "Okay."
Raghav flashed him a grin, showing his pretty teeth that Ranveer was always so tempted to break.
Once again, Ranveer sighed. "Ab maharaj baahar aayenge ya aapke liye paalki bulai jaae?"
• • •
It was five pm when the bell to the patil household rang.
"Aati hu!" chimed in a woman's voice from inside the house. Not long after, the door opened.
It was Mrs Patil, Raghav's mother, probably. She looked at him, head to toe, from his sleek black hair, to the slight stubble on the dark skin of his face. Shit, should he have shaved? Was she judging him? He was already going mad overthinking. But then Mrs Patil tilted her head and asked, "Ranveer?"
Oh, she has never seen me before. That's why. Ranveer smiled and nodded, earning a warm smile from Mrs Patil too. She had benevolent-looking eyes and deep dimples. So that's where Raghav got them from. Ranveer had always thought he got them from his father, since he looked so much like the man.
"Arey, andar aao na, beta. Raghav told me you would come today. Do you want chai?"
Ranveer took the corner seat of the sofa and looked around. Mrs Patil hadn't waited for his answer and was already pouring a cup of chai for him. "Thank you," he said and took the cup she handed him.
"If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen, beta. Raghav bhi aata hi hoga."
With that, she disappeared into the kitchen. Ranveer sipped on his chai and cursed himself for not asking her for her name. Now he'll have to be stuck calling her "Mrs Patil" or "Aunty".
Thought the word aunty wouldn't suit her. Despite her age, she had the sort of radiance in her that many women seemed to lack. Until now, Ranveer couldn't place a name on it, but now he realised that he had seen the same untiring energy in Raghav. He had only met Raghav's father, because he also taught at their college. So he had connected all the dots about him to his father and filled in the blank spaces, the things he didn't know about them, with his imagination.
It had been easy, both him and his father were equally energetic. Though the teacher knew how to keep a class in check, and Raghav didn't even know how to keep himself in check.
But now he realised, Raghav was much more like his mother than his father. In only a few seconds, his mother had made Ranveer recall Raghav so many times you'd think he was in love with him, thinking of him every few seconds and all.
Ranveer pushed the intrusive thought out of his mind. Phew, his mind could be a weird place. Especially when he was drinking chai with this much masala. He was pretty sure he was tasting mulethi, and he'd never had mulethi in chai before. Weird, weird family and their weird, weird chai habits.
He was finished with his cup when the door sprung open. Raghav, who didn't even have the common sense of not calling someone to his home when he's not even at home himself, grinned at him and threw his bag beside him. "I'll go wash my face. You can wait for me in my room."
Ranveer went to put his cup in the kitchen sink, but he couldn't stop the heat in his cheeks from seeing the grin on Raghav's face. One look at him and Ranveer's own brain betrayed him, replaying that same intrusive thought for some reason.
Weird.
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rant incomming!! you can ignore
Why are they always telling me to think befor i speak, look who i'm talking to, khud bhi dhyaan delo ekbaar mujhe bhi bura lagta. ik main bohot bak bak karti hu, main bohot annoying hu but please aap log to aisa mat feel karwao, you are a supposed family, then why are you making me feel like a stranger in my own house. nhi karni mujhe kisi se baat kyuki jab jab kari hai i've always been told ki main kitna bolti hu, che che karti hu nhi karni mujhe aap logo se baat, baat chhodho mujhe aap logo ke saath bhi nhi baithna khush hu akele reh ke, aap logo ko har baar meri galti dikhti hai every fucking time, why do you forget that i'm also a child? aap to kehte ho na koi problem ho to batao mujhe but jab bhi batati hu tab ye kyu bol dete ho ki main pagal hu, mera dimaag kharab hai ik main hu but aap log to aisa na kaho kam se kam please just for once try to understand me, thak gai hu aap logo ko samajhte samajhte lekin kabhi koi meri taraf nhi dekhta
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Saffron comes back downstairs just as Connor and Jared are re-entering the living room.
“Hey, Jar,” she says. “How was the movie?”
“Okay, I guess,” says Jared.
“Jared saw a strange person outside when he got home so we just went to check out if he was still there,” says Connor. “It looks like he’s gone now, though.”
“What do you mean? “says Saffron. ”What was he doing?”
“He was standing on the other side of the road opposite the house. Jared said it looked like he was texting,” says Connor. He looks intently at Saffron’s face as he speaks. Her forehead wrinkles slightly and she sticks out her bottom lip in a quizzical expression. Then she shrugs and turns to her brother. Connor finds her self-possession is to be both admirable and disconcerting.
“Are you hungry, Jar?” she says. “We’ve got leftover spag bol.”
“Nah, I’m good,” says Jared. “Darren’s mother took us to Macca’s on the way home.”
“Okay,” says Saffron. “Well, Connor and I have some more studying to do. You ready to continue, Connor?”
“Sure,” he says. Jared goes upstairs to his room. After another hour of revising exchange rates and the macroeconomic effects of currency fluctuations, Saffron says she’s getting tired. It’s now past 11 pm. Connor is starting to get a headache, but the thought of going home to his empty house makes his mood darken. His mind turns to what Wes and Laura might be doing right now, and the edges of his mind grow darker still. Saffron hasn’t received any more texts. He wonders if her married man is lurking in the hydrangeas that frame the driveway, ready to pounce on him as he gets in his car. He thinks not. If he is married, then he’s a coward, too lacking in backbone to leave a bad marriage. There’s no way he’d have the courage to confront Connor. Connor feels frustrated with Saffron for getting involved with such a loser, but ultimately it’s her life, her decisions. She’s made it clear that she doesn’t want to discuss her love life with him, and he has to respect that.
“Are you going to be at the library tomorrow?” he asks her.
“Yeah, probably,” she says, with her customary off-handedness.
“Can we study together again?”
“Fine. I’ll probably be there around lunch time.”
“You can give me my book back tomorrow, then,” says Connor.
“Okay,” says Saffron. She walks him to the door, and on impulse he kisses her on the cheek.
“What was that for?” she says, making a face.
“I just wanted to say thanks for listening to me tonight,” he says.
“I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?" she says, but he notices that she stays standing in the open doorway watching him until he backs out of the driveway, and even gives him a wave as he drives away.
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