#this hospital is fucking creepy as shit BUT cute nurse girl

[crowrelli]

SHES SO CUTE WTF

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Mc gets stabbed and shows up to vincas house only having the strength to say hey before collapsing?! And vincas thoughts while she has to take care of her can you write this please?

Combined with: Can you do vinca POV of swm mc almost dying? Maybe she got stabbed or something and they had to rush her to the hospital? Written by @cute-ogre

Warning: Mention of blood.

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Vinca's day was going well. She helped Yvette with a new trick for the show, beat the shit out of some demons that had started to behave a little bit unruly and saved the world from another potentially-apocalyptic situation, insulted a gross man that was being creepy towards Trudy and threatened him with endless torture. And now, she is having her sacred skin care routine time.

Overall, it was a great Thursday, calm and smooth, even.

For her standards anyway.

That is until someone decided to knock her door down with their bare fists.

“I'm coming!”

Vinca sighs, putting her moisturizer  down and making her way to the door, preparing herself for what could be behind it.

Nothing good ever comes from someone knocking at you door this late.

And she is right, of course she is, because what she found on the other side of it was beautiful, sweet, brown eyes looking at her with pain. And a pale face covered in blood that made the Pride assassin stop in her tracks, eyes widening with shock.

“What the hell happened to you?!”

“Hey...”

Nico whispers, attempting a smile, and starts so sway a little bit, almost collapsing just as Vinca rushes forward to hold her by the shoulders, scanning the girls face with laser focus.

“Nico! Come on! What happened to your head?”

The girl just mumbles something, taking deep breaths and trying to get her balance back.

“I... may need some help?”

“Oh, really?!”

The blonde holds her chin and tries to analyze the head injury as best as she can in the dim light of the corridor and is relived to see it was just a shallow cut, she tries to direct the girl into the apartment, until another thing catches her eye, a blood patch in her torso, hidden by her hoodie and a bloodied hand holding a knife there.

For a second  everything stops, the despair punching her in the chest with a oppressing force that makes her feel weak. She balances herself on the doorway, taking a deep breath, and try to lock eyes with the small woman. When she does, she is only able to say one stiff sentence.

“Stay calm, everything is gonna be okay.”

It's not exactly the most comforting thing to say to a person in a situation like this, but then she doesn't quite know if she is saying that for Nico's benefit or for hers.

She screams for Yvette, the woman appearing from inside her room with her cane in hand, taking a quick wide eyed look at the scene for a heartbeat before adopting a determined expression and rushing back inside, throwing one last look at Vinca over her shoulder.

“I'm driving.”

The whole ordeal to get the bike mechanic to the garage and inside her car was just a blur, they had to be careful with the injury since any wrong movement could make it worse. Vinca was on the back seat with her, trying to make pressure on the wound, and keep the Chinese woman awake.

“You are going to be alright, okay? Soon they will patch you up and you will be as good as new, you will see.”

Nico hesitates, then nods a little. Blood slowly dipping from the wound and falling on the car seat, her eyes unfocused as she gives a slow answer that is barely audible.

“...didn't have that big of a blood loss...The head wound probably looks way uglier than it is.”

She pauses for a little bit, shivering, pushing her bangs out of her eyes, and when Vinca rushes to clean the sweat from her forehead with her free hand, she smiles weakly.

She is toning it down,trying to comfort me.

Vinca realizes, throat suddenly dry.

She keeps her hand on the woman's cheek, caressing the cold skin softly.

I can't freak out now

She looks even paler now, the blonde notices, seeing the repressed, labored  breaths and how the shorter woman keeps her free hand wrapped firmly against something.

The locket.

Vinca realizes, with a gasp, feeling a numbness start to take possession of her body, her chest tightening with horror. Nico seems to take notice of her reaction, eyes darting from the locket to the shining blue eyes in front of her.

“The demon...thing.  Wanted it... and my blood...” She pauses for a second, blinking a little, as if she had forgotten what she was talking about “...they didn't ask nicely.”

It's my fault. I did this. I shouldn't have trusted demons to keep her safe, I should be there protecting her myself.

Taking a deep breath, Vinca adjusts the tick blanket on top of Nico's tights, and tries to keep the storm inside of her at bay. Grabbing the locket that was being offered to her and shoving it into her purse more aggressively than necessary.

“Shhh, that's not important right now, you are.”

“...who knew...you were such a good nurse, huh?”

Vinca's eyes dart to the woman's face at the barely understandable speech, noticing that her lips are now painted with a slight shade of blue.

Fucking hell, that's not good.

Yvette's eyes meet hers in the mirror, equally worried as she makes the last turn,the hospital coming into view. And, as if sensing it, Nico's body goes slack, not even Vinca's hysterical little shake drawing a reaction.

Oh, so this is what pure despair feels like. Great.

She presses her finger to her neck, finding a slow pulse.

“Oh no, don't you dare die on me, you brat.”

Getting the barely conscious woman into the hospital was fast with the help from the hospital staff, and Vinca almost rushed into the O.R with her before being stopped by a nurse that the blonde vaguely remembers having threatened before being pushed by Yvette into a  uncomfortable plastic seat.

The doctor - that she also may or may not have threatened - appears three or four hours later, but it could also be five or six, the pride assassin doesn't quite remember, or care. What she does know is that she talked with Yvvete, and that the blood in her hands is already dry and that there's a ugly mismatched change of clothes brought by Trudy siting in her lap in a plastic bag.

The woman in a white coat talks about things like  "blood loss", "shock" and "internal bleeding".

Which is just great. Nothing like a little blood where blood isn't supposed to be.

But what really catches her attention is the words "stable",  "should be able to make a full recovery" and "You be able to visit her in two hours or so"

The Pride assassin closes her eyes with a tiny relived sight, hearing Trudy's exited commemoration and the tsunami of inquisitive questions coming from Yvette's lips. She gets up slowly, nodding in the doctor's direction and ignoring the worried looks from her friends as she smiles at them and claps her hands.

“Well, now that I know that everything is fine, If you don't mind, I will just go wash the bloody gooe gooe from me.”

She turns around without waiting for a answer, and with a fast, firm pace she gets to the bathroom washing her hands slowly and staring at her own unbothered face on the mirror.

With a calming breath she enters one of the stalls, and just then, hidden from everyone, she gives herself permission to think about what happened, a building pressure behind her eyes.

If I cry now, I will still be able to smile when I see her.

[bonny-kookoo]

Lost Boy (K.TH x Reader) ☁️(💜)🎀

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, a bit of fluff ‘n romance, Good Girl AU

Warnings: swearing, a lot of swearing, Traffic Accident, injuries, confused Tae, it’s a mess okay, smol tough girl reader, kind of idiots to lovers lmao, did I mention they swear? Kinda fluffy? Also a sprinkle of comedy, best boy Yeontan, just read it it’s a mess

Summary: He already knew that time wasn’t playing in his favor, every day being a new possibility for you to find someone better than him, making all of his efforts go to waste and his sweet little game end- yet somehow the world just seemed to have given him a wake up slap in the face. Maybe he needed to stop playing. Maybe he needed to face the truth. Even if it would hurt more than he liked. But hey; at least he’s not alone in the waiting room of this goddamn hospital.

This is a spin-off to Good Girl; congrats if you smelled that coming from reading the Taehyung and Jungkook scene in Brave Girl!

Taglist: @ggukkieland @taetaes-aegi

The fact that he knew so little of you should scare him. It really should, because even though he only knew of your secret obsession with anything soft and cute, and the fact that you wore chokers like it was the most normal thing in the universe, he was whipped. This wasn't just something he felt like he could get over by simply fucking you- no, this felt way worse. This was something more serious than that, and he already saw Jungkook laughing at his face and reaching his hand out for winning his bet with Taehyung that he'd eventually fall for someone. Taehyung had been sure he'd win that bet for sure, very much satisfied with what he had, but eventually you had walzed into his life, in your full small and angry glory.

He'd been annoyed with you at first, really. The way you seemed so fucking grumpy at everything, your sarcasm basically your main language at this point, yet you always looked so disgustingly adorable with your arms crossed and eyes sharp looking at him, as if you could stare him down to ashes if you tried hard enough. He really hated how much he loved the way you never let someone belittle you- how you always had a sassy comeback ready to be thrown out, how you made heads turn just by simply existing in a room. He hated how he found himself looking at you when you weren't paying attention, too worried he might come off creepy if you found him staring. He hated how much you hated him.

Even if he wanted to actually ask you out on a date, all of that had been buried anyways after your last fight. And you were right; he really was just a mean old soul trapped in a young mans body. And that was another thing he despised about you. He hated how you were right.

Kim Taehyung was fucked. Whatever plans for the future he'd made prior, he'd noticed already that he could surely throw them into the next fire he'd encounter.

Everyone else would've ran over to the hospital mentioned instantly, not caring about anything, but he found himself lowering his phone painfully slow, almost as if he had to take a minute to grasp what just happened. This wasn't real. He closed his eyes and began to count. Typically, this helped him to get himself out of any dream he would find himself trapped in, but when he got to ten, he began to accept that this was actually reality.

Would you even want him there? Maybe you'd just kick him out, considering that your last conversation had been anything but friendly. You weren't friends, you weren't fucking each other, hell, you weren't even enemies or anything alike; you had made that quite clear with him. But why was he suddenly walking to his car keys, ushering Yeontan to stay before he walked outside, calmly driving to you?

He didn't know, but he also didn't think about it. The entire way he grew more and more uneasy, his entire being tensing up the closer he got, as if he had to take his final exams again. But this time he couldn't cheat his way out of things. This time, this wasn't something he could slip his head out of before the noose could be tied. Because for the first time he had to face reality.

How was he supposed to face you? You both have had radio silence for two days straight, he didn't even know why the hell he had been contacted-

It was a good thing he had been parking already, because his eyes suddenly widened comically.

'You've been marked in her phone as an emergency contact, so we thought we should inform you.'

Now why the fuck would you set him as an emergency contact, him of all people?!

"Yeontan would be happy to meet you. He loves grumpy people." He said, smiling at you teasingly, yet you could still spot how tired he actually was deep down. You furrowed your brows, rolling your eyes at him. It was a gesture never meant to be cute, but he couldn't help but lean his cheek on his hand, looking at you with almost fond eyes.

"I still can't believe that a person like you has such a cute dog." You exclaimed, reaching for the cup of water on the small plastic table. "Such a waste." You said, yelping in an offended matter when he took the cup from you, calmly, yet still without a frown or a pout as you'd expected.

"He could be yours too, you know?" He said, slight smile ever so present as he dipped the plastic straw into the cup, giving it back to you. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold it for you, he had to give you at least some sort of feeling that you were still independent and didn't need his help, even though you did. It surprised him and yourself a little how he seemed to remember that about you.

"That sounds like you're selling me your dog." You mumbled, chuckling a bit at that before taking a sip. Taehyung watched you carefully, making sure you didn't overdo it like the nurse had told you to. He grabbed his chest playfully, and you smiled again.

"Now, I would never do that!" He exclaimed, mirroring your smile before he yawned, stretching a bit to get his muscles to stop cramping up. "I meant, you know-" But you started to inhale, ready to tell him you sadly knew exactly what he wanted, but his face turned a little grim again, seriousness evident in his tone. "No, not like that." He said, rubbing his hands over his face as if that would help him. "Not to screw you, I don't want to fuck you anymore-" He said, and groaned at you and your raised eyebrows, an offended but amused glint in your eyes at seeing him struggle. "God, no, I still really wanne fuck you- wait I don't mean it like that- shit." He said, leaning back a bit too forceful, hearing the plastic chair creak a bit. "Jesus why is this shit so difficult?" He said, letting his head fall back, the mask he'd pulled down covering the underside of his chin, making his face appear less sharp than you usually saw.

"Its fine" You said, putting the cup down, and leaning back against the pillows again. "I know what you mean." You said, thinking about what he had just implied. But was that really a good idea? Getting close to someone had always been dangerous, but giving yourself to a man like Taehyung? That was pure bullshit and plain boring suicide. But maybe you didn't mind that much. His next words however, made the tips of your ears turn pink.

"Why did you put me as an emergency contact?" He said, actually serious. His voice was low, calm, and he didn't look at you, simply to give you a bit of space, to not pressurize you into answering a specific way. This had been bothering him ever since he reached the hospital, ever since he had to get up every morning at eight to be there for you when you got breakfast. Not that he minded though.

You shrugged. "To be honest, I just wanted to see what you would do in a case like this." Your explanation made him pay more attention to you than ever. "I did it when I noticed the busdriver had skipped our scheduled break. I kinda had a feeling something would go wrong when he started yawning like, every thirty seconds." You said, watching the blanket over your legs. Your fingers played with the fabric, simply to give you something to do and to keep you from looking to your side, where you could practically feel the readheads eyes on you like a red laser dot of a sharpshooter, ready to pull the trigger.

"What did you think I would be doing?" He asked, wondering.

Again, you simply shrugged it off. "I wanted to know if you would actually be there." You said. I wanted to know if you cared enough to face something like this with me. That was what you wanted to say, but you refrained from doing so, knowing he would maybe understand what you said. He scratched the back of his head, before he crossed one leg over the other. His eyes widened at your next words. "Thank you." You said, grabbing the cup again to try and cover up the embarrassment in those words. He stood up with a smile, taking the cup away from you, his face painfully close to yours. Yet he only smiled, and he looked so young suddenly that you couldn't help but stare a bit dumbfounded.

A hand ran over your head playfully, before he grabbed his keys. "I'm gonna go shower. I'll be back for dinner. Don't choke on that!" He said tipping his head in the direction of your water cup, and you spoke up before he could go out the door.

"Taehyung!" You said, and he looked at you over his shoulder. "I uhm.. tell the dog I'm gonna get on his nerves for a bit. They're letting me go on friday after 12." You tried to casually imply. "Oh and I like chinese food. But I guess pizza does the job too."

Taehyung took a bit, facial features confused until his entire being realized what you just said. "I- YES! I mean-" He cleared his throat, answering you a bit more serious. "Yeah sure, I'll get shit ready, uh, yes. Yes.!" He said, suddenly walking way faster than he did before. He poked his head in after some seconds, returning, making you tilt your head at him. "I- uh... forgot to say bye. Bye!" He said, practically running out of the hospital, his facemask thankfully hiding how red his face actually was.

The third trashbag had found its way out of his apartment and next to the garbage bins outside, as he took in a deep breath of air- cold and crisp, waking him up a bit. He'd been cleaning for the entire time after he'd spend a bit of time with you at the hospital during dinner time, practically forcing the plain hospital food down your throat, since you'd refused to eat several times. It wasn't like his apartment was an entire bombing site- he never let any food go bad or leave it laying around. But he had been living alone for so long, never really having visitors over at all, that he'd just stopped caring after a while. Yet for the first time when he came home, he actually saw the chaos of empty plastic containers and old opened mail and newspaper lying around. He saw his apartment for what it had actually become; not a home, but a snailsshell. It had become almost a prison, a pure reminder that he was unable to be alone. But things changed. His windows were open when he returned inside, washing machine in his bathroom buzzing away with his blankets inside, another load of laundry waiting for its turn next to it. Yeontan had been running around excited, interested in his owners change of mind concerning their home- and suddenly Taehyung saw traces of his Shell actually becoming a home. It smelled less stuffy, his laminated floor looking almost unrecognizable to him after he'd vacuumed. Sure, some empty boxes were still sitting in the corner, and the dishes in the kitchen were still waiting to be cleaned, but he'd do that tomorrow.

He knew that maybe he was just caught in that little bit of hope, that tiny string of rope you'd tossed him to grab onto, but he knew it would be worth it. He didn't know why, but at some point, he really did develop honest feelings for you, far away from just plain sexual desire. Sure, you were an absolute treat to look at, and he still honestly thought about what you would look like underneath him- but there were different fantasies now as well. What would it feel like holding you? Would you be okay with him holding you while you both slept next to each other? Did you move much in your sleep? Did you eat breakfast in the mornings, or not? He started to wonder if you'd let him put his hand against yours like in those cheesy movies just to relish in the size difference. He wanted to do these absolute weird things like kiss you when you just woke up even if you had morning breath, he wanted to be confused as shit buying you items for your period, he wanted to take care of you when you were sick even though he hated germs with a passion- he wanted everything, the good and the bad. Was this what falling in love was like? He couldn't tell anymore.

The last time he'd been in love ended in the love being blown out like a match in the wind, burning passion slowly becoming dull and pressurizing. It still was a painful memory to think of, but it had gotten better; he knew they both had made the right decision to end things before they become toxic, starting a new life without the other in different places. Taehyung himself had not tried searching afterwards, content with the attention he got whenever he wanted to; yet always reminding anyone that he wasn't going to turn into a boyfriend- he just craved sexual pleasure, nothing more, nothing less. He never brought anyone home to his place however- his own apartment a sacred place it seemed, yet the real reason had actually been his mess- and the intimacy it would portray for him. He didn't kiss much, always getting straight to the point right away, quiet and fast, as he liked to call it. Those were nights he loved, yet al of this had stopped when your words had reached him.

"You're really fucking lonely, aren't you?"

Well yeah, he was, he couldn't really deny it. But he wanted to change that, and with your help, he maybe would be able to.

"Taehyung really, I could've carried that!" You whined, and he couldn't help but laugh a little, actually enjoying the way you couldn't stop bantering even with your pink crutches next to you on your hospital bed, dressed in black leggings, fuzzy socks, and a plain oversized black shirt. He simply grinned, giving you your crutches before throwing the last bag over his shoulder, waiting for you to hobble after him. He was being considerate, pressing the elevator buttons for you, and holding doors- making the nurses swoon a bit at his gestures, yet you only rolled your eyes at his over the top gentlemanism. Inside you actually liked it, found it adorable how he was being so utterly desperate, but you rather ate another hospital meal instead of saying that openly.

His old 2004 Santa Fe was a little high for you to just slip in, so he made sure to help you inside the passenger seat, before you turned around quickly, spotting the excited puppy in the back. "Oh my- FUCK are you TINY!" You squealed just as excited, reaching for the puppy in the back, making Taehyung chuckle as he closed your door, getting into the drivers seat himself. "What the hell Kim Taehyung! How can you own a dog like that, this is ridiculous!" You said, face in absolute happiness as you ruffled the dogs fur, making him smile. He simply put his hand on your shoulder, silently asking you to sit properly so he could drive, and your ears turned a bit red at the warmth of his hand on your skin. "Sorry." You mumbled, looking outside the window, watching cars and buildings pass by. You wouldn't say it out loud as usual, but you actually liked Taehyungs car, even though people always told him to get a new one. It was homey, felt comfortable, and with him behind the steering wheel you actually felt quite safe. Even though you could spot a few candy wrappers in the car door, some hair probably belonging to the panting dog in the bag, and the windows werent really squeaky clean, you liked it. Because it felt honest.

"Alright, start thinking about what'cha wanna eat." He said, and you noticed how he set his indicators to the left, where a Burger King sign was brightly shining above the cars parked underneath. Your eyes widened, already searching for your wallet, when he clicked his tongue. "I'm paying, no buts. I'm taking a burger, some fries, and a shake. You?" He said, not looking at you but paying attention to the road, making you swallow as your eyes suddenly decided to lock onto his hands, rings clicking against the material of the steering wheel as he turned to the left, entering the drive thru. Did you ever have these moments where your brain just decided to randomly reboot, forcing you to stare at a spot without being able to look away? Yeah well fuck, it seemed like yours decided the delicate silver band around his pinky finger had been the perfect spot. Taehyung chuckled, flicking your forehead gently before smiling at you.

You shook your head, simply scrambling out what you always ate, and he nodded, repeating it to the microphone next to his car, elbow leaning on his opened window. If he wasn't such an asshole you could totally see him as a perfect guy- he was actually a nice person to have around, he had the looks too, only his attitude had always been a problem for you; him being an absolute manwhore in your eyes was just too much of a wall to overcome. Yet it seemed like he had been trying to take this wall down for you, brick by brick, and as much as you hated to admit it, it seemed to be working. The more time you spent with the actual Kim Taehyung instead of Taehyung the one who flirted with everything that had a pulse, you had less and less to complain about. Even worse, things that had been annoying before suddenly became normal or even kind of cute in your eyes; the best example being his bright boxy smile. It had been something that had made you roll your eyes previously, now you found yourself laughing along a bit, finding it charming if you were honest. This was fucking stupid.

You were falling for Kim Taehyung, the guy you fucking hated. Just great.

"Did you actually clean up?" You asked, wobbling into his apartment after he'd helped you slip off your shoes, looking at his living room, eyes falling onto the couch. "Damn. Screw those monthly subscription boxes, you're more surprise than I could ever get." You mumbled, and he grinned a bit, crouching down in front of his couch before pulling something out. "A sleeping couch too? Neat." You grinned, as he made quick work of making a bed out of it. You found yourself actually starting to smile in a fond manner as he took so much care into what he did- making sure the pillows were properly placed, pulling the table a bit further away so you'd have enough space, and more. He suddenly looked up before becoming a bit shy.

"I uh.. The couch is bigger than my bed so, I guessed it was better to let you sleep here." He said, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants. "Jungkook slept over once I think. Said it was comfortable so, hopefully he didn't lie." You nodded, thanking him, before he helped you sit down, huffing surprised when you pulled on his arms, making him almost fall ontop of you, face only centimeters away from yours. You looked at him for a bit before placing a kiss onto his cheek- and he felt like he was back in school, receiving the first gesture of kindness from a classmate. He'd fucked six ways till sunday and back, yet he was frozen in shock by that small kiss, and it wasn't even on his lips. His eyes looked at you, confused, and he got even more scrambled up in the head when you ran a hand trough his hair, smiling contently.

"Hm.. You should stop bleaching it. Makes it feel weird after a while, like I'm touching one of those cheap fake fur coats my mom used to have." You mumbled, before tapping his nose. "I'm eating your fries by the way!" You sang, already crawling towards the paper bags hiding the delicious food inside. Taehyung sat down in front of the couch, hands leaning on the fabric of it, head falling ontop of his arms.

"Don't play with me." He mumbled, and you stopped fumbling around with the bag to look at him. "I know I.. "He raised his head, and you could see how serious he looked. "I know I've fucked up big time but Y/n." He said, looking at you with a pained expression. "I've never once toyed with you, never. Don't do this to me. Please." He said, before trying to get up. You moved towards him, throwing your own principles out the window as you grabbed his neck, kissing him. He pulled away after a moment, eyes closed as if he was in pain. "If you don't mean it sto-" He said, before you kissed him again, more urgently, wincing as you sat weirdly on your leg, making him pull you down onto his own, his large hands reaching for the sides of your face, loosing himself in the feeling of your lips against his. This was everything and more to him, a feeling so uplifting he thought he might get dizzy, the faint salt on your tongue left from the few fries you'd already stolen in the car, everything made him feel high. His senses felt like they were sparking pure electricity, his breathing heavy, as he forced himself to calm down. You did too, resting your forehead against his, as he suddenly chuckled. "Please tell me this isn't just because you pity me." He whispered, and you shook your head, grinning.

"Please tell me you won't fuck this up Tae." You said in an equally quiet tone of voice, and he sighed.

"I wont. Please say my name again like that." He pleaded, and you happily complied.

"Taetae." You mumbled, and his voice made a pleased hum inside his throat.

"Again." He asked, his hands wrapping around your back.

"Tae." You answered, chuckling a bit as his grin widened.

"Again." He said with a laugh cutting him almost off.

"I like you Tae." You said. "I really like you." Slowly leaning your head on his shoulder, he pulled you closer.

"I know." He said, chuckling when you playfully hit his chest. "I really like you too."

And for the first time he didn't mind being immature. He didn't mind as long as it was with you.

"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch with me though."

"Fair enough young lady, I'm gonna go to bed now."

"Goodnight then."

"Goodnight!"

"...Taehyung, can Yeontan sleep on the couch with me though?"

Taglist: @ggukkieland @taetaes-aegi

[alexlabhont]

I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter Seven

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing:  Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Everybody’s in!

Tags: @dopeyouth​ (If anyone want to be tagged in, just tell me)

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

CHAPTERS 

Previously

ONE-SHOTS 

Just a dance (Zoey x MC)

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“Hello?”

“Beck?” Zoey’s voice through the phone sounded scared, her walking was so strong and fast that they could hear it through the handset. It sounded as if she was running, actually. “I heard what happened. That miserable… How are you? Are you at the nursing? I’m going right now”

“No, I’m… I'm not really there…” Shit, they forgot to tell her their whereabouts… now it would be awkward.

“Did that prick send you to hospital?! God, I swear I'm killing him when I see him!”

“No. I'm not at the hospital neither…”

“Where are you, then?” Zoey was confused.

Ok, their time has come…

“I’m in Poppy's room.”

Silence. Beck could almost see her face of surprise and shock as if they were there in front of her.

“What?”

Beck waited, not knowing what to say, feeling a lot awkward.

“Ok, now I'm definitely going.”

“No!” They said quickly, hurting their rib accidentally. “Ouch!... Ouch... ouch... Please don't come…”

“And why not? Are you afraid I'll be making her uncomfortable?” Zoey ironized, making Beck sigh… Ha! They wish. It only took them to stretch their arm with their phone in that hand to make Zoey understand why she shouldn’t come.

“I WANT HIM EXPELLED! I want him so fucking far away from us that Google maps can’t be able to find him!”

“Oh my God, is that Poppy?”

“Yes…”

“I don’t pay you for making stupid questions! Just do it! Make it happen!”

The first thing Poppy did once they arrived was to call a doctor to check their rib out, it turns out it wasn’t broken, the doctor said it was just a bruised rib, although, the man also said it was better to have an X-ray to be sure. Poppy was next to them all along, asking even more questions to the doctor than Beck, observing attentive every time the doctor told her to observe, squeezing tightly their hand each time he touched their bruise to measure their pain. She was there… She really was there.

After that, Poppy locked herself in her bathroom, she needed to make a call, she said. She wasn’t counting that One could hear everything from there… Beck really wanted to apologize to the person she was talking to.

“She's been like this since half an hour ago.” Beck told Zoey.

“Who is she talking about?”

“Carleton Burnett.” Beck responded, having absolutely no clue about how to feel about it.

“He attacked my mate…! Yes, yes, my classmate, whatever. Are you up to the job or should I find someone else a lot more competent than you?”

Damn…

“Are you really telling me Poppy Min-Sinclair wants the guy who hurt you to be expelled?” Yeah, even in Zoey’s words sounded crazy.

“I don’t really think is just that…” Beck murmured, their head deep in thoughts. “But don’t worry, I'll go home as soon as I…”

The bathroom door opened, letting Poppy walk in to where Beck was. The girl looked just as fresh as how she went inside that other room the first time, as if nothing happened. That, until Poppy saw Beck on the phone.

“I…’ll call you later, ok?”

“Wait, is this Wade?” Beck frowned, why she wanted to know that?

“She is, why?” They asked, defensive.

“Gimme.” Poppy took the phone right from their hand without hesitation, she walked a few steps far from them while Beck was feeling alarmed.

“Poppy, I swear, if you yell at her…”

“Zoey?” Her voice tone was neutral, but nothing similar to the one she used to the person she called a few moments before. “First of all, I know you and I had a little encounter so I’ll making it quick. I’m taking Hughes for an X-ray, just to be sure their rib is not broken. I’ll have my assistant sending you the deets. Toodles~” And Poppy hung up, walking towards the bed to take a sit right next to them. “But first… let’s fix this mess…”

Poppy took cotton and alcohol from the little night table next to her bed, soaking it to start cleaning the little cuts and wounds on Beck's face.

“Now, I need you to stay still…” Poppy said, but the only thing Beck could think about was how close she was from them.

Her hot breath a few inches from Beck’s… there it was, that perfume, those honey eyes looking captivating while working, concentration adorning her flawless beauty. The burning feeling of alcohol in their wounds wasn’t new at all, but the gentle touch and the softness of her hands made them feel they were being taking care by an angel.

“I couldn't reach out sooner…” she murmured, Poppy hadn’t look at Beck to the eyes, but they were aware of every detail of her face. She did feel bad for it. “I saw you from afar… Why didn't you defend yourself at first?”

“What for?” their answer brought a frown from her, but they continued. “If there’s something I've learned from back home is that… sometimes, it gets worse when you fight back.”

“Why is that?” She asked, still frowning while taking care Beck's forehead.

“People like them have no honor whatsoever… But they have lots of friends” Beck said, a little chuckle in their voice, the good old days, right?  But the strawberry blonde bite her lower lip, understanding the meaning of what they said.

“He can try.” The death threat implied in those words was palpable, as if she could do something about it. But Beck didn’t need her protection, Beck actually hated it. They weren’t some fool who couldn’t take care of themselves, they felt unprotected, vulnerable all their life until recently times, and they weren’t going back to that.

“Why would you say so?” Beck clenched their jaw, remembering Carleton’s words. “Do you have business with him?”

“Ha! As if” She said, a weird laugh coming out of her.

“Really? Because I believe this was because of you.” Shit, that sounded bad, even their voice came out as from rancor. Poppy noticed that, moving off from them as if Beck was spitting acid.

“Are you really fucking blaming me?”

“Of course not!” Beck responded as fast as they could but it was too late, they already could see the harpy features transforming that lovely lady into a beast.

“You sure about that, Farmsville?” Poppy raised her eyebrow, that bitchy face of hers coming back to life. “Because it sounded like it. And you have to believe that if I wanted to make it physical it would be way, way worse than that but here you are in my room, laying on my bed because I absolutely hated to see that fucking caveman hurting you…!”

“He called you his woman!” Beck interrupted, Poppy was right in every creepy and threatening aspect, even in the actually cute parts as well, and Beck somehow knew that. They only had to remember how mad she was, the way she hugged him as if she wanted to protect them from that cretin on the floor. But then, something clicked inside their head.

And inside Poppy’s head as well.

“Wait… You were mad because he hurt me?”

“His woman?!”

Gosh… This is awkward. The whole moment and place were awkward.

“I can’t believe this.” Poppy was the first person in the room to speak after that moment of silence. “I mean, seriously what the fuck? We only had drunk sex, what? Once? Twice? My god, what a loser.”

“Did you two really had sex?” Beck asked. Well, the guy wasn’t that bad, but… No, it was pretty lame… kinda basic vibes with no spectacular thing whatsoever. Nowhere near Poppy’s inner circle, how the hell did that happen?

“I know, right? Gross. But I was kinda feeling insecure and Nobody right there was an easy and convenient target at the moment. Worse scenario ever. You so not want to see a boring Poppy.”

“What about your friends?” The only mention of them caused her to laugh in a very cold and ironic way.

“Friends? You know I don’t have any friends!” She said still laughing, the truth in her words being represented by her as a satire. “Do you realize who I am? I’m Poppy Min-Sinclair. I’m in constantly social danger, my parents, the society… This whole college! Everybody’s looking for an opportunity to take me down. To take my life down. And coming from an interracial crib, I don’t have the luxury to have friends.”

Her gaze, her posture and even the expression on her face were telling how confident she was about it. Like it was her against the world without sweating it. But the way her fingers played around with a piece of cotton and the slightly tapping from her designer shoes where saying something else.

“I also don’t need them. They’re an unnecessary hazard that will kick you the minute you left them do so.”

And, painfully, that was something Beck agreed with. They had one friend once, a best friend who became a secret lover, the only person in their life back then that was there no matter what… or so it seemed. Sooner than later, everyone in Farmsville knew about them both, and she had no remorse at all while she was throwing them under the bus. Even today, after so many years, Beck could close their eyes and listen to her call them a freak, claiming they were manipulating her, threating her to do awful things… the stupid apology after that later in the night, crying through the phone call because she got scared.

Well, yeah… Beck get that. She got scared, but Beck got the first beating of their life.

“So that’s why you want Carleton to be expelled? Because you don’t want anyone to know about you and him…”

“Oh my god, how did you even made it into top ten? Carleton is stupid. Anyone else would be a threat, but him? Please, nobody would ever believe him.”

“So why did you made that call?”

“Because I didn’t want him to hurt you anymore.”

“Me? Your so called enemy?” Ever since day one, by the way.

“Hughes, I consensually and publicly kissed you, how can you be so fucking dumb?”

Silence again, neither of them talking. Poppy trying to understand why it was such a big trouble, while Beck was trying to put the puzzle pieces in the right order, making it make sense. Because it actually did, but something inside them just won’t let them admit it all hundred percent.

“So… you like me?” Beck asked, a playful flirty grin, meant to annoy a little.

The strawberry blonde has never grunted so badly and exasperated as in that moment, but instead of a verbal reply, Poppy’s hands took Beck’s neck strongly and dominant, kissing them. She was rude at first, an angry, reassurance kiss, tasting just as how a “Shut the fuck up�� would taste. But then, it became sweeter, it became intoxicating; those soft lips caressing theirs, sucking, biting… Beck’s arms looped around Poppy’s waist, feeling her coming closer to them, letting herself go in their mouth, savoring the moment, their lips just as much as they were doing it.

Gosh… Beck really wanted this…

Poppy slowly break apart, but they didn’t want it to be over just yet. Just a little more, please… they needed to feel that kind of warm in their chest a little longer. So it was their turn to kiss her again, and so they did, taking Poppy by surprise for a second, second that was used by her to move her fingers to their face, squishing a bit their cheeks, smiling against Beck’s lips, over and over, until the moment became one of those ones when you don’t actually know why, but you want so badly to laugh, to be happy in that fraction of time. And you are. So you chuckle despite the pain in your rib, both were chuckling, connected.

“Come one, Tushi-face…” She whispered, the smile still in her face. “You need an X-ray.” Beck growled, just like a disgruntled puppy.

“Uhmmno… I don’t need it. I’m fine.”

“Seriously, pamper me a little and turn on your brain, would you?”

“It’s not broken at all.”  Beck said, moving a little just to stand up from the bed with difficulty. “It hurts, but is not that bad… I actually know how a broken rib feels like. I’ll be fine.” The blondie pinched the bridge of her nose, wasted. “Just trust me?”

“I actually hate your guts, Farmsville.”

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[splendidshinobi]

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 6-10

back at it again with the white vans

episode 6: the alchemy exam

alrighty then

um mustang calling edward “ed” is EXTREMELY offputting

ohhhhhhh noooooo not shou tucker

FUCK

im wholly unprepared

them all being in central instead of east is low key jarring like my brain isnt computing it

alexander’s intro is basically the same 

nina bbyyyyy girl u deserved so much better

ed is such a fucking nerd...chemistry club modern au confirmed

god the more tucker talks the more i wanna beat his face in

al pretending to eat by tossing a potato in his armor i-

aww theyre playing in the snow theyre so pure

wonder how long thatll last

“bigger brother” and “little big brother” and ed doesnt even get mad

ed’s birthday party????????

A MELON? ED YOURE SO RUDE

so 03 had ed’s bday instead of elicia’s...CAUSE THEY GOT ELICIA IN THE WOMB

“it’s here!” “the tea?” “the baby!” hughes is a fuck head

ok so now they’re having elicia replace rush valley baby arc

this was winry’s time to shine in fmab i miss her 

if winry isnt here who is gonna birth this baby

oh my god they just realized ed can use alchemy without a circle

no wonder he’s been using circles this whole time

SO ELICIA JUST POPPED OUT????? WHAT

STUFF ALEXANDER IN THE ARMOR AND PRETEND YOURE A TALKING DOG???

“i dont think thats very funny” NO ALPHONSE IT IS NOT

THEY KNEW EXACTLY WHAT THEY WERE DOING WITH THAT ONE I SWEAR TO GOD IN THIS ESSAY I WILL

damn bradley what up homie

im so thrown off by the way theyre doing the exam omg

seriously what the hell is fuhrer bradley’s purpose right now is he even the fuhrer in this i feel like they wouldve mentioned it

oh lord ed is about to impress everyone with his clappy hands

ok so next episode is nina FUCK

episode 7: night of the chimera’s cry

havoc babeeee

im gonna marry him my himbo king

also can RIZA DO SOMETHING PLZ

“huhhhhhhhh nina” ew tucker that was weirdly gross

wonder why

cant do it cant do it

do we think jean kirstein was modeled after jean havoc slightly looks wise

was that purposeful 

ill have to google 

serial killer who only targets women?  it cant be scar...scar drinks respect women juice

barry or slicer bros maybe? um ok

why did we start with liore if they were just gonna hop right back into the past for a huge chunk of episodes idk

assessment day??? oh noodles

AL WHY DID YOU TELL TUCKER TO MAKE ANOTHER TALKING CHIMERA ALPHONSE NO

THE NOISE I EMITTED IM GONNA TAKE A LAP

im gonna FUCKING SCREAM

ed r u writing to winry??? that’s a bit out of character for u good sir

no tucker put that baby down

im gonna fucking SCREAM

aww he burned nina’s picture thats not sus at all

SHESKA!!!!!

wait does the ironblood alchemist know what tucker did to his wife? thats kinda the vibe im getting

SCARRRRRRRR

looking like a pirate too damn

his voice sounds different is that j michael tatum 

apparently not it was dameon clarke in 03 ya learn something new everyday 

ew elicia has a lot of hair for a FUCKING NEWBORN

ed really is such a cynic very suspicious of everyone as he should be really

basque grand knowS SOMETHING

oh jesus oh fuck oh god please do not TOUCH THAT BABY

ed and al snuck back in to the house well u know what its for the best

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

im gonna cry again please god no

FUCKING DIE SHIT HOLE

she’s hurting? oh my god

my sweet angel

ew his eyes!!!!!!! 

tucker is such a fucking failure...like look at the chimera squad and greed’s theatre troupe being the way they are. ugh it really hits how fucking unfair it is 

ed was really about to split them? boy you know better

where is nina going...im hurting

ed really tried to save her in this one

SCAR KILLS NINA IN THE STREETS???????? SIR

thats different

oh snap 

oh FUCK

SCAR WHY DID YOU LEAVE HER BODY LIKE THAT

THE WAY SHE WAS ARRANGED ON THE WALL THAT WAS FUCKED UP

AND THEY FOUND HER LIKE THAT???? AT LEAST IN BROTHERHOOD THEY DIDNT HVE TO SEE HER CORPSE ARE YOU SHITTING ME?

that was fucked.

episode 8: the philosopher’s stone

can yall get ed and al away from nina’s fucking MURAL 

get out of the car mustang

finally jesus christ

roy mustang talking about healthy coping mechanisms dont make me laugh but alright baby boy go off i guess?

im curious about who this goddamn serial killer is though lets turn to that plot thread

r u kidding me

mustang is making ed and al take over tucker’s research?? thats actually wildly messed up

oh tucker was straight executed that’s a choice i guess

tucker and the philosopher’s stone sounds inaccurate but ok

ed please stop being mean to your brother

03 mustang has got me reaching for a fucking baseball bat on GOD

scar and edward having this conversation right now i literally cannot

WINRY yes bitch

BRADLEY WHAT IN TARNATION

JESUS LORRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDD

alphonse shut your mouthhhhhhhhhhh

im so confused what is bradley up to

“alchemists are not cold blooded murderers?”

i mean

kimblee would beg to differ for one

whos this creepy lady 

her voice sounds familiar

barry’s food shop?

the killer is barry ok got it

IS BARRY DISGUISED AS A WOMAN

I KNEW THAT WAS JERRY JEWELL’S VOICE

WELL I KNEW IT SOUNDED FAMILIAR AT LEAST

WINRY GET OUT OF THE FUCKING TRUCk

has PINAKO TAUGHT YOU NOTHING

ok so i VASTLY prefer suit of armor original manga canon barry

this is such an odd plot what in fuck

um OW the meat cleaver

im so confused this fucking plotline

oh hey alphonse nice of you to show up!

is barry still gonna become a suit of armor later on

it makes NO SENSE to introduce him otherwise 

everytime i see 03 mustang i wanna beat his ass HONESTLY

literally i will shove my foot up his ass

fullmetal here we go

ed thinks he’s so punk rock 

oh great scar’s seen the watch

episode 9: be thou for the people

ed you simp buying winry all this stuff my edwin heart is ascending

SIMP SIMP SIMP

“mr. elric”?? you mean MAJOR ELRIC

to be fair though fuck the military

YOUSWELL??? oh LORD

im gonna need to read a full chronology of this show

 alphonse continues to be a precious angel 

where’s my boy yoki!!!!!

edward you idiot don’t go flaunting your money

woof woof ed

al looks so offended by ed saying they just met

whereas in brotherhood didnt he totally throw ed under the bus??? 

a choice to be sure

ah there he is hello yoki

who’s the chick

shes a lesbian

yoki makes me miss my baby girl mei chang

mei where r u

WAS THIS MILITARY DUDE REALLY ABOUT TO CUT DOWN A CHILD??? oh my god

hawkeye getting a promotion yes bby girl

jesus theyre transferring them to east now OKKKKKAY thats not how it happened it the book but ill take it....just doing it the opposite way i guess

who is lyra who is she

cute some military bribery 

umm lyra what the fuck did you do

lyra is a homunculus im callin it now

they definitely invented/changed up some homunculi in fact im certain they did and shes one of em. gotta be

i feel like 03 wrote ed as much more insensitive towards others than he really is...just a vibe im getting

i know he was faking for the townspeople’s sake but i still get this vibe from other instances 

i mean i cant say its not “canon” because its 03 canon

anyways what a show off

i cant believe theyre going to east...fuery and breda better be there

ok finally some answers on their ages....ed got his license at 12 like normal and nina and youswell were when he was 12...liore was 15, 

if they didnt flash the ages on the screen id be lost honestly

at least we’re back up to “present day”

episode 10: the phantom thief

ed saying he doesnt wanna see mustang

same

03 mustang is activating my fight or flight and im choosing fight

ed cheating at cards totally checks out

um who the fuck is this woman

what is she wearing

SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THAT CUTOUT MAAM HOW DO YOUR C**CHY LIPS NOT POKE OUT

idk but this is fem!hisoka

“hey shouldnt we talk first” after getting handcuffed??? christ almighty these innuendos

siren??????? siren is probably also a “fake” homunculus

ugh

ok so the nurse is siren

ya aint slick girly

alphonse control your crush

I REFUSE!!!! ALMEI RIGHTS

why is al’s hair so brown in this flashback anywayssss

oh its spelled psiren ope

like she’s literally a batman villain...

oh my god...............the tiddy grab. my son would never

my son is respectful

is this her homunculus tat or just a random alchemy tat

the added plotlines and original content continue to confuse and astound me every single time....

ok but if psiren really was doing this for the hospital she wouldnt be so flashy about it. like thats how you get caught sweet cheeks

girly stop flirting with this child on god im gonna fucking kick you

now shes a nun????????????????

Shes a fucking troll i hate her

im going to kick alphonse into the sun 

oh great now shes a teacher

wow shes a savior. the savior of amestrian venice. greatttttt

ed looking exactly like this emoji on this gondola rn 🧍‍♀️

STOP FLIRTING WITH THE CHILD 

GOD THIS IS SO BATMAN VILLAIN ESQUE

alphonse plzzzzzzzzzz she aint your girl

ok so probably not the last we see of this ding dong con artist

ok so its starting to get muddy. im scared the 03 stans are gonna come after me like i do like it and im having fun watching it but some of the plot and characterization choices are just....odd??? idk i gotta keep going though!! im sorry i just stan arakawa and her work in all her glory!!!

[megan-is-mia]

One Night Only Chapter 1 (Poly! Giomis w/ Artist! Reader)

(more reposting, reader’s nickname is ember)

((the gangbangers names are a reference to the three stooges))

“This is nice” (Y/n) said to herself laying on the floor with her sketchbook open and a pencil in her hand. Her phone was unlocked and was displaying a picture she’d taken that morning. There was a light knock on her apartment door that was then followed by the handle being turned as her boyfriends let themselves in.

“Shit it’s been a long day” Mista groaned kicking off his shoes and tossing his hat and coat on the couch before sinking into the floor next to (Y/n).

“Hang your coat up Guido, at least be a courteous guest,” Giorno said clicking his tongue, he hung his coat up and put his shoes away before joining his lovers on the rug in front of the couch.

“Nope, too tired” Mista replied slumping back and using the couch as a back pillow as he stared up at the ceiling. (Y/n) let out a chuckle as she blew a kiss at her boys before returning her attention to the sketchbook.

“Whatcha drawing?” Giorno said leaning down to squint at the few lines of graphite already on the paper before glancing at (Y/n)’s phone for context.

“Don’t look! It’s not ready yet!” (Y/n) protested trying to swat him away. “It’s supposed to be a sketch of the Veiled Christ, but I’m having some trouble with drawing the fabric,” she said glumly. Giorno let out a soft hum before pressing a kiss to the top of (Y/n)’s ear.

“I think it looks nice,” he said with an affectionate purr that was answered with a light punch from the girl who’s face had turned pink with a blush.

“Oh shush, how would you know? You say that about everything I draw, you know flattery will only get you so far” (Y/n) mumbled with a serious expression despite her flushed cheeks.

“Oh? How far will flattery get him, Ember?” Mista chimed in his eyes dropping down as the pet name left his lips and he grinned at (Y/n). She rolled her eyes and sat up closing the sketchbook with a sigh.

“Maybe a kiss or two. Anyways it doesn’t look like I’m not gonna get any work done until you idiots go home” (Y/n) said getting to her feet and putting her sketchbook away in her bedroom. When she returned, Mista was still sitting on the floor but Giorno had moved into the kitchen and started preparing dinner in her brief absence.

“Since I told you what I did today, mind filling me in on what shenanigans my gangstars got up to since I last saw you?” (Y/n) said sitting down next to Guido and leaning against his shoulder. (Y/n) had learned that Giorno and Mista were in the mob very early into their relationship.

To be honest, it kinda bothered her, but she understood why they did what they did. Between the choice of having them in the mob and having them behind bars for their crimes... she’d always chose the former without a second thought. (Y/n)’s only rule was that they were as honest as possible with her about what they did as mobsters.

“Nothing much ran from the cops, shot some drug dealers. You know the usual” Giorno provided nonchalantly as he mixed something in a pot as a pleasant aroma began to permeate the apartment. When he was finished cooking he called (Y/n) and Mista to the table so they could eat.

Halfway through the meal (Y/n)’s phone began ringing loudly. With a bemused expression, she rose from her seat to answer it, walking to her bedroom so she could have some privacy.

Giorno and Mista exchanged looks, shrugged before continuing eating. They stopped eating upon hearing a mournful cry from the bedroom. Rushing to the door and peeking in to watch (Y/n) pacing back and forth with the phone pressed to her ear.

“Summer’s in the emergency room? She was shot ten times? In the head and spine?! The surgery’s been going on for two hours? Is she gonna be okay?! Yes, I want to see her! Yes, I’ll be over soon!” (Y/n) said before hanging up and shoving her phone in her pocket.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, lock the door when you leave. I love you!” she said throwing a passing glance at the boys as she went. Running as fast as she could down the street before hailing a taxi to speed her the rest of the way to the hospital.

Bursting out of the cab and sprinting to the front desk, (Y/n) slammed her hands down on the counter in front of the receptionist. The woman to her credit did not jump and instead looked calmly up at the frantic girl.

“Hello, how can I help you?” The woman said smoothly in a tone meant to put others at ease. But (Y/n) was not at ease as she panted furiously trying to catch her breath so she could speak.

“Which room is Summer O’Reilly in?! I’m her sister (Y/n), O’Reilly! I want to see her as soon as possible!” She babbled out still a bit out of breath. The receptionist, with a smile still on her face, looked down at her computer screen and typed something in. A few moments later she looked back up to address (Y/n).

“Officer O’Reilly is still in surgery but I can direct you to which room she will be taken too once the operation is complete,” the lady said helpfully and wrote down on a sticky note the location of Summer’s room before handing it to (Y/n) who uttered a quick thank you as she rushed towards the elevator.

Waiting for and then riding the elevator felt like an eternity to the girl who spun around impatiently. Once on the correct floor, she dashed to the room to find it mostly empty. The only person present was Summer’s patrol partner Officer Arabella Aramina who was slumped in a chair by the window.

“Well, it’s about time you showed up kiddo” Arabella said barely gracing (Y/n) with a glance. She kept her face neutral even though on the inside she was seething with rage and sorrow.

“The hospital just called me but they didn’t tell me much. Only they Summer had been admitted to the emergency room with multiple gunshot wounds” (Y/n) said dragging a chair over to Arabella and sitting beside her.

“Yeah gunshot wounds that’s putting it lightly,” Arabella said with a derisive snort. “It was more like those motherfuckers were trying to turn her into human Swiss cheese” she added with a growl. (Y/n) gave her an inquisitive look and she sighed deeply.

“Let me give you the facts before anybody tries to feed you shit. It wasn't supposed to get nasty yah hear. Me and Summer were scoping out a drug deal undercover. We were gonna find the perps and arrest them no pain no foul. But then a third party decided to show up. Turns out the deal was just a set up by Passione to clear out the bottom feeder drug dealers on their turf” Arabella explained her eyes darting around the room trying to avoid making eye contact with (Y/n).

“It turned into a firefight and Passione’s men slaughtered the dealers in a matter of minutes. I managed to get to cover but Summer didn’t and took the worst of it. Weird thing is they quit shooting after her sunglasses came off. And one of the thugs said something about them getting killed for injuring the Don’s member or whatever” Arabella said finishing her story and leaning back in her chair.

“What do you mean the Don’s member? And were they talking about Summer?” (Y/n) said more questions forming in her mind as she proceeded the details of Arabella’s story.

“I don’t fucking know, I couldn’t tell what they were saying! I was hiding in an alleyway. Though if I had to make a guess, I think they mistook Summer for a member of their Don’s inner circle” Arabella said with a sigh. (Y/n) felt her stomach twist into knots as she slumped down into the chair.

About half-an-hour later Summer was rolled in on a gurney and transferred into the hospital bed. Leaping out of her chair (Y/n) was by her sister’s side in an instant hugging the older girl lightly and crying.

“Sumi! You’re okay!” (Y/n) babbled using her sister’s childhood nickname as she pressed her head against the other’s chest. Summer raised a gauze-covered head to weakly ruffle the younger girl’s hair.

“Yup I’m okay, sorry for worrying you Emby” Summer said using her childhood nickname for her little sister in an effort to calm her. It didn’t help much as (Y/n) continued to sob against Summer’s hospital gown. The sisters remained embraced for a long time neither speaking until Summer began drifting off from all the drugs still in her system.

(Y/n) didn’t want to leave her sister’s side but the night-nurse kicked her out after about an hour. She began walking home to jittery to call a cab, her eyes darted mistrustfully down every alleyway she passed as she balled her hands in her pockets.

“Well, well, well what do have here? A little lamb wandering out in the night all by her lonesome” a creepy man’s voice said as he sidled up to (Y/n). His grin was rotten and half the teeth were missing from his mouth.

“She’s a real cutie ain’t she? What’s a fine young thing like you doing with a frown on your face?” Another man had snuck up on (Y/n)’s other side also grin unpleasantly. He had more teeth than his friend but his face covered in scars and bumps from brawls.

(Y/n) kept her head down trying to ignore the men, she even tried to walk faster to shake them off but they easily kept pace. The men (Scars and Smiles is what she decided to call them in her mind) were soon joined by a third man who walked directly behind the girl.

“Did your boyfriend dump you, sweetheart? I could be your new boyfriend sweet cheeks” this third man said, (Y/n) glanced over her shoulder and shivered at the sight of the man’s heavily tattooed skin.

“S-s-sorry, I’m not interested. I already have boyfriends, but thank you for the gracious offer” (Y/n) said her stomach flipping like a fish. She quickly dubbed the third man Tattoos as she tried to get away.

“Aww the little lamb is so flustered she can’t even think straight” Smiles groping (Y/n)’s ass and chuckling cruelly when she let out a squeak.

“I bet that pretty mouth of hers can make lots of other cute noises when it’s wrapped around my cock” Scars growled and smacked his lips loudly before grabbing at (Y/n)’s ass as well. Unlike Smiles though, he didn’t let go and continually squeezed the girl’s rump like a stress ball. Without thinking (Y/n) swung her fist and slugged him in the jaw. Scars released her ass to grab his face while Smiles and Tattoos stared dumbly.

Not wasting a moment (Y/n) began running as fast as she could. If she could make to her street she’d probably be safe but that was eight blocks away and the men chasing her were closing distance fast.

One of them took the lead and threw himself on top of her slamming her to the cement. Her hands were torn up by the friction of the concrete against her flesh and her nose was broken on impact.

“Gotta now you little bitch” Tattoos hissed and leaned down to lick (Y/n)’s neck having been the one to tackle her as Smiles and Scars finally caught up.

(Y/n)’s head had hit the ground pretty hard so it was understandable that her ears might be ringing a bit and her vision might be cloudy as a black limo pulled up to the curb beside her.

“Well, what do we have here? If I’m not mistaken it’s Liario, Elmo and Ricci~” A familiar voice said as the limo window was rolled down. “Weren’t you three already warned that the Don won’t tolerate this behavior anymore” the man in the limo went on in a bored tone.

“Help me! Please!” (Y/n) croaked spitting out blood that had trickled down from her nose into her mouth.

“Shut up bitch the men are talking!” Tattoos snarled slamming (Y/n)’s head back down against the ground. She let out a howl of pain which was answered by the sound of a gun being cocked.

“Please don’t shoot me! I don’t wanna die! Please, my sister’s in the hospital!” (Y/n) blathered the blood running into her eyes now as the limo door was opened and the man inside stepped out before slamming the door shut behind him.

“I told you to be quiet!” Tattoos roared bringing his hand back to strike (Y/n). She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the hit but when it didn’t come her eyes popped open in curiosity. The man from the limo had grabbed Tattoo’s wrist mid-swing before pressing a pistol against his temple with a grim expression.

“I wouldn’t hit her again if I was you Ricci” the man from the limo said coldly. “I really wouldn’t, do you know how many times you just insulted the Don just now?” the man said in a low tone his eyes dropping down to look tenderly at (Y/n) before returning to gazing at Tattoo with an icy gaze.

“What the fuck is going on?” Scars muttered massaging his still sore jaw as the man from the limo clicked his tongue.

“By my count that was two acts of physical assault and two acts of verbal abuse against the Don’s property,” the limo man said his brow furrowing in annoyance. “Of course it had to be four, absolutely unforgivable” he added which rung a faint bell of recognition in (Y/n)’s pain-addled mind.

“I don’t think you even deserve a second warning for this heinous crime. No one disrespects the Don of Passione or his prized Ember” the limo man said firing a bullet through Tattoo’s brain killing him instantly. Scars and Smiles received similar punishment even as Smiles tried to run yelling “Please Capo forgive us! Have mercy Capo Mi—“ but he was dead before he could finish the plea.

With all three thugs dead, the limo man pulled (Y/n) up from under Tattoo’s corpse and off the pavement into his arms. He opened the limo door and gently placed the girl inside before sliding in himself. Blinking weakly (Y/n) felt her heart skip a beat as she realized there was a second man in the limo.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to get out to scold them Guido, or kill them for that matter. They must have really ticked you off and—” the second man whose voice had been causally bored came to an abrupt stop when he looked down at (Y/n). The girl felt herself blushing under the blood on her face and tried to sit up but the first male put a hand on her chest to keep her laying flat. The second male gently cupped her face in his hands with an expression of concentration.

“Stay still Ember, this is going to hurt but please bear with it” the second male said his golden curls of hair resembling an angelic halo to the bewildered girl’s unfocused gaze. A moment later sharp pain shot through (Y/n) and she began moaning out in pain. The first male had taken up petting her sides and mumbling encouraging words while his partner fixed up her wounds.

The shock of the fix-up was too much for (Y/n) to handle and she passed out before it was over. When she next woke up somebody was dabbing a wet towel against her face. Her eyes flickered open to see an unfamiliar girl with a determined expression dipping the towel back into a bowl of warm water and continuing to clean up her face.

“I’m Shelia E” the girl provided before (Y/n) could even open her mouth to ask. “The Don and his right-hand man brought you in about an hour or so ago” she added answering the second question (Y/n) had planned on asking as she looked at the room around her: it was a very ritzy looking bathroom.

“You were covered in blood and your clothes were filthy so they were throw out” Shelia E went on moving the towel to clean behind (Y/n)’s ears. At the mention of clothes the girl’s eyes darted down and she blushed when she saw all she had on was a silk bathrobe. Even her bra and panties had been removed making her shift uneasily as she became aware of the sensation of the air on her nethers.

“Hold still, I’m almost done. I had to cut part of your hair off because of all the blood and dirt. Hope you weren’t too attached to it” Shelia E said sternly as she finished cleaning (Y/n)’s face and surveyed her work with a satisfied nod.

“Let’s get you dressed,” Shelia E said pulling (Y/n) to her feet and herding her out of the bathroom into the small sitting room attached. (Y/n) sank into a large comfy looking loveseat that took up a quarter of the room trying to process what was going on.

“Wait what? Why do I have to get dressed?” (Y/n) said confusedly as Shelia E dropped a large box with a bow on it in her lap.

“Well I don’t want to judge but I think you need a little more clothes than just a robe. I don’t think the Don would like want your first introduction to his underlings to be so racy... but hey that’s your decision, not mine” Shelia E said with a shrug. Blushing vividly (Y/n) opened the box to find a beautiful red dress made of crushed velvet. Lifting out it out of the box, the bottom of the dress fell to the floor and the shoulder straps tied behind the neck.

“Where are the undergarments?” (Y/n) said turning the box upside down with a perplexed expression, a throng dropped on her lap but there was no matching bra. Shelia E shrugged and gave (Y/n) a nonchalant look.

“Great he’s a pervert just my fucking luck. I hope my boyfriends never find out about this, they’d never let me hear the end of it” (Y/n) grumbled and untied the robe dropping it on the floor. She slid the panties up before letting Shelia E help her into the dress which zipped up the back and fortunately had a build-in bra so her boobs were under control.

She refused Shelia E’s efforts to style her hair or put makeup on her face. Tying her hair back into simple braids that wrapped around her head like a circlet before joining into one braid that ended at the nape of her neck. Then applying some light make-up before turning back to Shelia E with a nervous smile.

“Okay, I’m ready to meet the Don... I guess” (Y/n) said allowing Shelia E to lead her out of the sitting room and down a set of carpeted stairs into the bustling club below. (Y/n)’s heart pounded and she kept her eyes down as she was led through the crowds of people talking, drinking, and laughing.

Until a familiar laugh caught her ears and made her head shot up to look for the source: Giorno. Once her eyes locked on him it was like everyone else in the room faded away as she sprinted towards him. She bumped into people and almost tripped in the stupid shoes she’d been forced to wear but it didn’t matter.

“GIORNO!” (Y/n) squealed and threw herself at the blonde. Giorno barely has time to react to his girlfriend launching herself into his lap but he managed to wrap his arms around her even as his chair tipped and toppled under the sudden movement.

The Don’s guards hadn’t been able to react in time to the girl throwing herself into the Don’s lap and knocking him over but they quickly swarmed in ready to remove the intruder. Giorno put up a hand to signal there was no need to act even as his face was covered in kisses by (Y/n).

“Hey don’t I get some sugar too?” Mista said squatting next to (Y/n) and Giorno. Without a single word (Y/n) eases her waist off of the blonde so she can tackle-hug the brunette and shower him with the same intensity of affection.

“God I’m so happy to see you! I was hoping I’d have a chance to... before I had to go see the Don and his lieutenant and thank them for saving me from some thugs” she said half-laughing and half-crying from the stress. Her head dropped to press against Mista’s chest as the laughing devolved into just crying.

“I’m a fucking mess aren’t I?” (Y/n) said between sobs. “Summer got shot by mobsters and I think she might have accidentally gotten involved with Passione’s Don because.... because” she was too distraught to speak as Mista scooped her up and carried her into a quiet drawing room with a couch at the back of it. He sat down on the couch with (Y/n) curled up in his arms like a puppy.

Giorno followed after his boyfriend and girlfriend into the drawing-room shutting the door behind them. He placed a hand on (Y/n)’s back petting lightly as he sank onto the couch beside Mista.

“Start from the beginning, all we know so far is that you left your apartment in a hurry and ended up on the bad side of town,” Giorno said in a soothing tone as he continued to pet the girl’s back.

“You’ve met my sister Summer right?” (Y/n) began and received affirmative nods. “And you know she’s a cop...” again she paused and again she was given the go-ahead to continue speaking. “Well while she was on a stakeout for a drug deal there was a firefight lead by Passione. And they stopped after hitting her cause they didn’t want to get in trouble for killing the Don’s member. She’s at the hospital now and in critical condition” (Y/n) managed to say without falling back into sobs.

“And then on my way home from the hospital I got jumped by gangbangers but a limo stopped and I guess the man erm men inside were the Don of Passione and his right-hand man. So now I owe a debt to the Don for saving me and I need to make sure my sister won’t be attacked by anyone while she’s in the hospital” this time she fell into sobs and Giorno and Mista let her cry until she regained control of herself.

“You look nice” Mista offered trying to lighten the mood. He hated seeing his girlfriend cry and he hated seeing her stress over things even more. He was hopeful that the flattery would trigger the normal response of brushing-off the words yet secretly accepting them as well.

“Don’t you even start Guido! I didn’t pick this monstrosity! Apparently, the Don had my old clothes thrown out and left this red eyesore as my only choice of attire” (Y/n) irritable said before Giorno’s nose pressed against the nape of her neck under where the dress was tied.

“So you don’t like the dress?” The blonde commented nuzzling absentmindedly at her neck. (Y/n)’s cheeks turned almost red as the dress as she let out a nervous giggle.

“Well okay, I guess calling it an eyesore is a little strong. It’s just... this dress must have cost thousands of lires. It’s too expensive for me and I’ve got practically nothing on underneath this thing” (Y/n) admitted quietly, noticing with some secret satisfaction that both boys looked hot and bothered now. Giorno has started kissing down the expanse of her bare back and Mista’s face had burrowed into her bosom to motorboat.

“Stop it! I still need to look presentable for the Don! I’ll come find you after my appeal and—“ (Y/n) was cut off by Mista’s head popping up from her boobs to crush his mouth against her lips playfully.

“—Nope, your appeal is happening right now” Mista said pulling back briefly then sticking his tongue in (Y/n)’s mouth and reaching around to untie the straps of her dress. Giorno has taken hold of the dress zipper in his mouth and began pulling it down. The drawing room’s door opened as Shelia E poked her head in. Both boys paused while (Y/n) scrambled to make herself presentable again.

“The car is ready and waiting out front Don Giovanna,” Shelia E said neutrally before shutting the door. (Y/n) stared blankly at the door before beginning to laugh nervously.

“Funny, that’s funny I could have sworn she called you Don just now” (Y/n) said still laughing uneasily when Giorno and Mista stared at her calmly her laughter began to fade into silence.

“Y-y-you’re the Don of Passione?” the girl said incredulously. When she received only cool nods, she felt her stomach twisting and her limbs became wobbly. If Mista hadn’t been keeping her on his lap with one arm around her waist, (Y/n) was sure she would have fallen onto the floor.

“I think I’m gonna faint” she mumbled as Giorno and Mista led her to the limo the blonde sliding in first before (Y/n) was set in his lap and the brunette sat beside them slamming the car door shut as he did. (Y/n)’s brain struggled to put all the pieces together but when it all came together her face fell into a grimace.

“Summer’s going to be targeted for being my sister isn’t she?” she said numbly. “I’m entwined with the mob now and that means I’ve put her in danger just for sharing blood” (Y/n) tearfully melting against Giorno’s chest desperate for the stability he usually brought.

“Don’t worry about your sister, I’ll have some of my men sent over to the hospital to watch over her. Nobody will lay a finger on her except for the doctors until she’s at full health again” Giorno soothed running his fingers up and down (Y/n)’s sides in a calming matter.

“Really? You’d do that for me? Th— How much will I owe you Don Giovanna?” (Y/n)’s tone warped halfway through her response going from cheerful relief to cold resignation. Giorno felt a painful pang in his chest at hearing his title leave her lips.

“There’s no need to call me that Ember. Giorno or GioGio will be fine” he said nuzzling her forehead and kissing her. “Nothing’s changed, I’m the same person I was a few hours ago” he added pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’s chin.

“But I’m not! A few hours ago I was just (Y/n) O’Reilly. Now I’m Don Giovanna’s hussy!” (Y/n) said as a troublesome thought started worming its way into her mind. What would happen when Giorno and Mista grew tired of her? Surely they wouldn’t have her killed right? But the memory of how Mista had coldly executed the gangbangers was still fresh in her mind and she shivered in silent terror.

“Don’t worry so much, everything will be fine. Believe me” Mista murmured into her ear reminding (Y/n) that he was present and slipped his hands under her dress, pulling at her panties so they slid to her ankles. “We’ll be home soon so we can resolve some unfinished business” he added with a purr and kissed her bare shoulder.

Despite these words sounding like there’d be a brief respite for the girl, the dress was already on the floor of the limo before the three reached their destination. (Y/n)’s shoes had also been lost somewhere in the car amidst the passionate chaos.

Mista took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around (Y/n) making her decent enough as he lifted her up into his arms to carry inside the mansion and upstairs to the bedroom he shared with Giorno. The girl hid her face against his chest which made his heart skip a beat excitedly. Once in the seclusion of the bedroom he set (Y/n) on the bed and began smooching up her neck before making hickies. However, he didn’t get much further before the sound of light snoring ruined the mood. Somehow, someway, (Y/n) had fallen asleep despite the romantic attention.

“Heh guess somebody’s too tired to get freaky” Giorno commented yawning and stretching as he began to undress. Mista threw him an evil look but also began changing out of his suit. (Y/n) continued to sleep sprawled out naked as a babe until one of the boys’ finally manned up enough to grab an old tee shirt for her to wear.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to talk business tomorrow then, maybe she’ll finally agree to move in with us” Mista mused as he tucked (Y/n) under the covers before sliding in beside her and pressing his face against her chest. Giorno made himself cozy against the girl’s back kissing her shoulders lazily a few times before resting his head on a pillow. Tomorrow would be a new day, and a new dawn would rise on the story of the Don, his Lieutenant, and their Artist Ember...

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

White Knight Syndrome: One

A/N: I know I said I wasn’t posting this weekend. I am a dirty fucking liar. I had a Biker!Bucky story kicking around in my head so... Merry Halloween?

In the cool fall morning, Bucky Barnes woke to two things. A splitting headache and the cacophony of move-in day. He gave up on sleep when the clatter of feet on a metal ramp echoed in his head. “Fucking fuck.” he groused through the haze of the hangover. In his head, he cursed Sam up one side and down the other. Him and that fucking mason jar of Moonshine he had brought back from his last trip to Virginia. He couldn’t think of anything other than coffee. 

So that’s what he did. He made coffee and watched the show across the street. Big burly movers hefting boxes and a girl in the middle of it all directing traffic and keeping it all organized. Her hair is in a messy bun and she’s wearing jeans and a men’s flannel over a t-shirt.  She’s cute. Petite. Even from across the street she looks like a hippie. She just has an air that says “I shop at farmers markets and burn incense.” He snorts to himself and takes a sip of coffee. He half wonders if your coffee table is made of crystals. Just a giant slab of quartz. 

The coffee starts to kick in and he supposes he should go be neighborly. Introduce himself. But a knock on the door keeps him from examining that thought further. The knock is perfunctory. More the last vestige of a formality than a knock and is followed by Sam and Steve half stumbling through his door. 

The blonde muscular asshole he’d known since they were kids on the same block. Steve hadn’t always been built like a brick shit house. He’d been a sickly little kid with asthma and a big mouth. It had taken joining the track team and then the Army to bulk him up like that. Steve might be able to take care of himself now but in the back of Bucky’s mind, he was still a scrawny little punk. The other asshole, the African American man with a cocky smile and an eye for a girl with black and grey tats was Sam. He’d been friends with Steve and Bucky since they all met at a support group for vets. That had been the origin of their little motorcycle shop. Working on Customs and doing charity rides for whatever legitimate cause they got hit up for. 

“Hey,” he said over his coffee cup. Steve and Sam both had hangovers of their own to nurse. There wasn’t much more than grunts and nods as they helped themselves to coffee and raised the fridge for breakfast before they got to work on the new bike they were about to have to ship out. 

Coffee and breakfast in their stomachs, the other two men were eager to get to work. It was Afternoon and the chaos across the street was a dull roar now that the moving van had left. A van pulled in behind the little Jeep in the drive and a woman and her kids got out. You were greeted with hugs and giggles as you swung kids up off their feet one at a time. It was a good time, looks like. 90′s alternative music played, bumping through speakers and on towards evening, pizza was ordered. The men worked on the bike, mostly ignoring the chaos across the street but, Bucky was a little glad to know you weren’t on your own. This wasn’t a rough neighborhood or anything but moving sucked. A lot. Even with Sam and Steve it had been a fucking miserable experience. 

As the sunset and the guys celebrated another job done with a round of beers, you helped your unpacking party into the van with leftover pizza and hugs. You wave them off and blow kisses, waiting until the van has rounded the corner before turning and walking up the steps rubbing the back of your neck. Steve jerks his head your direction and smirks, “She’s cute, Buck. You gonna go say hi?” Bucky snorted, “Nah,” he said, “Not really into crystals and patchouli.” Sam rolled his eyes, “Mother fucker,” he said, “You’re not exactly drowning in pussy over here. Pretty sure Barton gets more ass than you do and he’s married with four kids. Shit. Natasha gets more pussy than you.” Bucky opened another beer and laughed, “Nat gets more girls than all of us combined. Don’t use that as a metric. Even girls can’t turn down a redhead. Even girls that don’t like girls.” Steve smirked, “He’s got a point, Sam.” 

Sam rolled his eyes but let the matter drop. Bucky was grateful. The two of them meant well. Blind dates, Tinder, getting Natasha to introduce him to pretty girls she knew but wasn’t fucking. The works. Hell. Once they’d even sent a dating resume around the bar to try and get him a girl. Bucky hated it. He was happy working. Happy adjusting to this life where there were no bullets flying. Lonely, but happy anyway. It wasn’t just that you probably weren’t his type personality-wise. He didn’t think he could take having a girl in his bed when the nightmares came out of nowhere and woke him up screaming. He didn’t want the pity and the trying to make it work for a hot minute before giving him the let's be friends speech. It was just better to leave you be. 

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He watches you for a few weeks. Not in a creepy way, he tells himself. Just. Nosy. He’s curious. You stay to yourself, you don’t really have a ton of people in or out. And from what you leave the house in sometimes, you seem to work long shifts in some kind of medical thing. Maybe a paramedic or a nurse in a trauma ward or something. You wear dark scrubs. Maybe it helps hide blood. And prevent stains. It made sense he guessed. You only went to work three or four days a week and seemed to be off the rest of the week. You tinker on furniture and stuff in your garage and he isn’t sure what you’re doing but, as often as you bring stuff in, you load it up completely redone and take it somewhere. He figures you sell it to boutiques in the tourist trap stores downtown. 

Nothing is really amiss. You potter around doing some groundwork for what’s probably going to be raised garden beds. You start a compost pile. It confirms his assessment of “Hippie” but at the very least you seem like a socially conscious hippie. One that actually walks the walk. It isn’t until a strange car pulls up in your driveway when you aren’t home that anything looks out of the ordinary. The man that gets out of the car sets Bucky on edge. He looks pissed. The guy bangs on your door and looks through windows. He yells for you, making Steve jerk his head up. He and Bucky trade looks, silently agreeing that they should probably tell you about this as the guy gets in his car and drives away. 

By the time you get home, in the wee small hours of the morning, Bucky is waiting for you. He’s tinkering in the garage, killing time. He’d thought about waiting for you on your porch but figured coming home to a random man waiting for you in the dark would probably not be a good first impression to make. He doesn’t, contrary to what the realtor says, make a habit of scaring off neighbors. You get out of your jeep and stop for a moment, staring up at the sky like you’re looking for answers. Bucky crosses the street slowly, hands in his pockets to try and make himself smaller. He doesn’t know why. You’re half his size. But you look like your nerves are frayed. The careful efficient bun you had put your hair in the morning is a rats nest. Snarled and chaotic. You move slowly, like your joints ache or your balance is off and as he creeps closer, you smell of disinfectant. A sharp, sterile, hospital smell that doesn’t fit with you’re will o the whisp features and big eyes. “Hey,” he says, stopping a good distance away to avoid startling you. “Hey,” you say guardedly, turning slowly. Bucky clears his throat, “Bucky, I’m the big scary biker the realtor warned you about,” he says offering a hand. You smile a little, looking tired “Y/N,” you say, offering him a hand in return. 

Your hands are clean. Your nails are short and pristine. The skin is dry and cracked from constant washing and sanitizing. The difference between your hands and his own startle him for a minute. Your hands don’t fit you either.

He half smiled, “Look. I don’t wanna be nosy of anything but there was a guy nosing around earlier. He seemed pretty pissed.” Bucky watches several emotions flit across your face until finally your head falls forward and your pinch the bridge of your nose. Feeling defeated. “Thanks for the heads up,” you tell him, standing up straight again. “I’ll get it taken care of,” you tell him, “I’m sorry if it disturbed you. Have a good night.” You turn to go and Bucky catches your arm gently, “Y/N?” he said, “Is there anything I can do? I mean... I’ll scare the hell out of a guy for some beer and a pizza.” You snort but shake your head, “It’s my ex-husband,” you tell him, “I guess moving halfway across the country wasn’t far enough.” Bucky lets go of your arm, nodding, “That’s rough. I’m sorry.” You sigh, “It’s fine. I knew he’d find me eventually... He never did like the idea of someone else playing with his toys. I’ll go talk to the cops tomorrow. Get them to do some drive-bys and take them a copy of all the court orders. You won’t have to listen to that again. I’m sorry.” 

You turn and go back into the house and Bucky watches you go feeling about 3 feet tall. You had clearly had a bad day. There was blood on your shoes and you looked wrecked. He watched you take your shoes off in the garage and then turned to go into the house. He turned and to go back across the street. He could see the defeated look on your face even as he sprawled on his bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark. It bothered him. You were obviously sweet but he hadn’t realized you were brave. He figured you kept to yourself because of your work hours. Not because you were hiding. Or feeling vulnerable on your own without much of a support network. He wondered about your family. If they knew where you were or if you had anyone to care that you were gone. That worried him. It wouldn’t take long for this guy to get violent. Bucky was willing to bet that he’d put his hands on you before and that made his stomach turn. No one deserved that. 

Bucky didn’t doubt that the cops were good guys. That they’d do their best. But, he wasn’t going to leave anything to chance. He’d talk to his crew tomorrow and have them keep tabs on you. Keep an eye on things and not so gently discourage him from coming around. He didn’t know why it was so important to him, but it was. There was something about the defeat on your face that broke his heart. He knew that look. He saw it in the mirror all the time. 

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“I’m telling you, Nat,” he said handing the redhead a beer, “He’s been here every day this week. Y/N doesn’t even come home. She’s been picking up shifts at the hospital left, right, and center. Just to avoid her own house.” The woman quirked an eyebrow, “And how exactly, James Buchanan Barnes, do you know that?” Bucky blushed and looked away, “I might check on her a couple nights a week when she gets home.” Nat smiled a little and swallowed the sip of her beer, “And what did you find out?”

Bucky shrugs, “It’s a story we’ve all heard. Sweet girl with a shit home life married the first scumball that was nice to her. She got pregnant, he didn’t want her to be and put her in ICU. After that he fucked around on her and took potshots at her from time to time. Once he started bringing girls to their house, she had enough and took a job over here. Left in the middle of the night and until she moved in here she was living out of hotels.” Nat shook her head, “Christ,” she said, “Poor kid.” Bucky snorted, “She’s not that much younger than us. She’s in her mid 20′s. She’s just baby faced.” Nat nodded, “So what does she do exactly?” Bucky stretched, “She’s a nurse in a level one ER... Explains all the scrubs. I figured it was something like that.” Nat sighed, “So pretty, smart, sweet girl, married an asshole and now you have white knight syndrome. Got it.” Bucky frowned, “I do not,” he said. “Yes you do,” Sam said strolling into the garage from the house. “ Bucky turned and mimed throwing a wrench at his friend, “Do you even know what we’re talking about?”

“No,” Sam snorted, “I just know Nat is probably right about whatever she said.” Nat snorted, “Bucky has white Knight syndrome. He loves him a damsel in distress.”  Sam laughs, “Oh christ. Yeah, he does.” Bucky blushed and coughed, “I fucking don’t,” he said. He can’t look at either of them as you lope up the drive with a six-pack in your hand. You’re dressed in a hoodie, trying to stay warm in the chill outside. “Hey,” you say, hovering awkwardly just outside, “Saw this at the store. You didn’t seem like pumpkin spice flavored beer kinda guy but... I’ve heard this is pretty popular locally.” You hold out the six-pack with a wry smile. Bucky takes it and smiles a little, “Thanks,” he said, “Is this a bribe?” 

You snort, “More of a thank you. I appreciate the help getting that dresser out of the back of my jeep.” Bucky chuckled at the memory, “If it hadn’t been twice your size you would have had it.” You’d been pretty close but Bucky had been a little afraid that you were about to drop it on yourself.

“Girl,” Sam said, “I know your house isn’t that big. What do you do with all the furniture you buy?” You grin, “I sell it to bitchy wine moms after I make it look bougie and expensive. The dresser I made into a changing table and I’ve got a piece of shit changing table that I’m making into a bar cart.”  Sam whistled, “That’s a nice little racket.” You nod, “Works better out here than it does at home.” You yawn, “I better get back, I got super on the stove and I think the insurance company would get suspicious if my house burned down.” You turn and go, leaving Bucky to face the teasing from his friends alone. He can’t help it. He watches you go wishing he would have been a little smoother. Wishing he would have offered you a drink and asked you to stay for a minute. 

“Damn,” Sam murmured to Natasha, “She’s got him fucked up.” The redhead nodded, “Yup... Wanna put money on it?”

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[thatjusthappned]

Going Up?

I woke up in the hospital. I have an IV hooked up to me and I feel like I’ve been hit in the head with a frying pan. I began to sit up and I’m looking around. The room is full of windows but the blinds have all been draw shut so there’s not a lot of light. I see a big flower basket in my room that has a note on it. Another thing that I’ve noticed is that I have a one person room. Then it hits me. Holy shit, I was in an elevator with Shawn Mendes. My eyes go wide as I try to remember everything. “What the fuck is my life.” I say out loud to myself, then I look for the call button and not long after a nurse is walking in, leaving the door half way open. Shawn is standing out there, talking to someone I can’t see. He looks in at me, smiles and look back at the person. “Hey sweet heart. I would like you to look at me.” The nurse says so I do “How are you feeling?” I take a second to think “My head just hurts and I’m hungry.” she writes this down “Okay and is that all?” I nod and look back out the door. He’s gone, Shawn is gone. 

“Hello Miss Y/N. Just coming to check on you.” The male Doctor says as he walks in closing the door behind him. He’s checks my eyes and looking over the note from the nurse “So Y/N nothing too serous happened just a little hit in the head. You passed out they couldn’t get you to wake up, so Shawn made them bring you to us and we did a whole lot of tests and everything came back perfect.” I nod “What about Shawn? Was he okay?” I ask the Doctor. He smiles “Oh yeah he’s fine, he was very worried about you. He made sure we took good care of you. Even got you those flowers.” He says pointing to them “Now some people are gonna come in and talk to you about how everything that’s happened. You know legal stuff. But Brooke hear will stay in the room with you, so if you need anything let her know. She’ll try and help the best she can.” With that he left. 

“Do you want to watch the press conference?” Brooke asked grabbing the remote to the TV. “About the elevator?” “Yes Shawn is talking in it.” I nod with a small smile. She turns the TV on goes to the news channel. Shawn walks on screen and sits down at the table. Andrew his mangers is with him and you can see all the camera flashing, I can’t began to imagine the amount of people that are in that room. “Is this being filmed in the hospital?” I asked looking at the nurse she nods. The reporters are yelling Shawn’s name and he point to one the noise dies down as he speaks “Is it true a fan ran into the elevator to be with you?” reporter one asks. “The person that was in the elevator forgot their bag in the elevator that is why they ran back in and the doors shut before they could leave again. Had nothing to do with me.” Shawn says picking someone else next. “Did you at any point feel like you were in danger in the elevator?” reporter two asks “If you asking if I felt scared of the person stuck in the elevator with me, No. Now when we found out we were stuck we both panicked but we collected ourselves pretty fast after that.” Shawn picked another one, answered that question. Then the crowd go really loud and Shawn held up his hands to quite things down.

I noticed that he didn’t have his zap anymore. Making me look at my own hands where mine has remained. Complete an utter shock is the only way to describe my thoughts. It was a phone number with the words “Text me” under them. Shawn wrote down his number for the zap. What the hell. Then suddenly fear washed over me. Did he see his zap before it was gone? The thought that he could have possibly saw it made me fall into a pit of embarrassment. What was I thinking writing that down in the first place. Plus if he did see it, and didn’t do it that’s just even more embarrassing. Maybe I was dreaming a little too big, or maybe I just wrote it down for the hell of it. What if he wrote his down then saw mine and regretted putting his number down. Great I’m that creepy fan.

Then a question pulled my out of my thoughts “Why won’t the name of the girl be released?” a reporter asks Shawn looks surprised when they said ‘girl’ but Andrew quickly took over “Listen the other person involved is just as much as a victim in this as Shawn. The persons name, age and gender have been kept under wraps for a reason. For their safety it would be great if it could stay that way.” Andrew finishes. He leans into Shawn saying something in his ear then stand up and leaves. So they’re trying to protect me?

                                           ( 3 months later.)

It’s been quite some time since the elevator thing happened. Found out Shawn wanted to keep my name out so I could go back to living a normal life, Brooke was telling me how cute it was that he was so protective over me. She told me she’s felt like he liked liked me, but as cool as that might be it couldn’t be. So I didn’t text him but I did save his number in my phone. Then things went back to normal. Well up until 2 weeks after when TMZ released pictures and audio from the elevator. Which let people find out who I was and where I lived and my place of work. Which was hell to say the least. Good thing as that it’s August 3 months have passed since the whole thing. Life is getting back to normal for the most part. 

“So Y/N, what are you going to do about Shawn’s birthday party?” My best friend  May says jump and landing on my bed as she eats those rainbow sour candies. She’s kicks her feet in the air staring at me. I groan wrapping myself back in my blankets “What!” She dramatically says. Well you see after everything I needed to tell someone about it, that person is May, but when I told May in one of our ‘stay at home, drink wine, maybe get a little high, and watch movies’  nights she grabbed my phone found the contact for Shawn then texted him. I was pissed and yelling at her but then the phone went off seconds later and it was Shawn calling to make sure it was me. 

Ever since then we’ve been texting everyday and he wants me to come to his 21st birthday in LA. I told him no I couldn’t because of work, then May told our boss everything that was going on and my boss gave me a week off with pay to go. Still told Shawn I couldn’t make it because I didn’t have the money. Shawn said he already bought my ticket. Then I said I would think about it. Now it’s 2 days away and I still haven’t made up my mind. 

“Y/N just go. You have an outfit, you have the time off, you don’t need to worry about how you’re getting there. Plus Shawn really wants you to go, you guys are friends as much as you try to make it not a real thing, it is. He texting everyday even if it’s just one big long text before he goes to bed telling you about his day and asking you about yours. Or if it’s a phone call or facetime every other week maybe. He puts in so much work in your guys friendship. I hate to say it, but you own him.” May was right, and I hated that she was right. I sit up in my bed groan “You suck.” As I got out of the bed, walking into the hall to the bathroom. “So you’re going?” She yells to me and I smile to myself then “slam” the door. “Yes Bitch! I’m packing your bags right now!” She yells out making my laugh. I text Shawn, letting him know I’ll be seeing him in two days.

                                     ( Shawns Birthday Party) 

  I’m sitting on the bed in the hotel room Shawn had got for me and it’s honestly the nicest hotel room I’ve ever stayed in. I’ve been scared to touch things. So all I’ve done is change into the same three outfits over and over again, took a nap one or two times. Picking the right outfit to meet a whole bunch of famous people is hard. Like do I go bold, stay casual, or just a little more dressed up than normal? I get up to look at myself again in the mirror one more time but a knock at the door makes me jump. I walk over to the door taking in a deep breath before opening it. “Hey Y/N it’s Brian, Shawn had me come and get you. The Party started just a little bit ago, so we should get going if you’re ready.” He says with a smile. “Um I just have one question.” Brian smiles “Shoot.” I smile back “Do you think this outfit is okay?” I say looking down at the clothes on my body. “Do you feel comfortable?” He says making me look at him “Yeah?” I say kind of awkwardly “Then you look good. Now lets go if we take any longer Shawn’s gonna have someone else drag us both down to the party.” I and grab my room key from the table. “Already.” I say as we walk out the door.

The party was being held in the hotels Ball room, but it looks like it had been turned into a club for the night. Famous people everywhere, I think I just passed by Niall. My eyes we’re looking at everyone, “Does he know all these people?” I yell to Brian over the music. “Some are friends, some are just people he’s meet over the years. This Party is more for business purposes than a party.” I nod then ask myself then why am I here then? Brian takes me to a table where Alessia Cara is sitting. 

“Alessia this is Y/N, Y/N this is Alessia.” He introduces us we both extend our hand to each other. “Come sit next to me.” she says tugging my hand lightly. So I do “Shawn talks a lot about you, you’re kinda stealing my best friend you know.” She says sounding a little serious but something told me this was all a joke so I say “Can you take him back?”. Her face goes straight and now I’m thinking I’ve read the situation wrong but then she bust out in laughter. Thank God, “You know that’s the best response I’ve ever gotten from someone.” I smile at her, and laugh a little as well. “You know what, I like you. Want a drink?” She ask and Brian gets a phone call and steps away for a second. “So now that He’s gone, Do you like Shawn?” She asks and I’m shocked and don’t really know how to respond. “Um, Well he’s amazing, so yeah I guess.” she looks at me with squinted eyes “No like do you like him like him?” my eyes widen “Do I have a crush on him?”  I ask back, she face palms “Girl you’re just as bad as he is, Yes that’s what I’m asking.” I think for a second “Yes I do.” She smiles and nods “Good.”. Brain comes back “Y/N I’m gonna go get Shawn we’ll be here soon.” He says leaving me with Alessia. 

Well soon isn’t soon, soon is 2 am when I’m shit face drunk with Alessia talking about what color of light in the room is the best one. “No the green one is just so pretty though.” Alessia says as her head rest on my shoulder “But look at that purple, It’s just so peaceful.” We giggle to ourselves. “Maybe they’re both the best ones, because all of them are the best ones!” Alessia says sitting up really fast. She almost falls out of her seat be I grab her arm. “Oh, that could have been bad.” We laugh together. “Hello.” I hear Shawn say from behind me and I turn to look at him. He’s smiling “You know soon isn’t 3 hours later right?” I say pointing a finger at him. He smiles and asked “Are you drunk?” 

“So what if she is?” Alessia says coming to my defense leaning on me, clearly drunk also. “Nothing wrong with that, I mean it is a party.” Shawn says laughing to himself, taking a seat next to me, he puts his arm around the back of my chair. I can feel his skin touch my back wear the silk tank top hangs low. It send shivers through out my body. I turn to look at him and he’s talking to Alessia, they’re laughing and smiling. He’s not even playing attention to me but I can’t help it. I reach out a touch his cheek. He stops talking and looks over at me “yes?” He smiles “You’re beautiful.” I says rubbing my thumb over his cheekbone. Brian laughs and Shawn blushes.

“Alessia how many drink did you guys have?” Brain asks trying not to let his laugh take over his words. “About 7.” “Oh that’s not too bad” Shawn begins to say “each.” She finishes. Brain and Shawn’s eyes go wide “oh okay.” Shawn says grabbing my hand from his face and holds on to it. I smile to myself. They talk for a little longer, I’m not paying any attention just watching Shawn’s hands play with mine. I’m getting tired now and I yawn. “Let’s get you to your room.” Shawn says standing up still holding my hand helping my off the chair and I still almost fall to my knees. “Whoa! A little more drunk than I thought.” Shawn says putting an arm around my waist. “Actually a lot more.” I say with a giggle placing my hand on his chest for more support. He laughs at me, “Come on lets get you going.” I turn to face Alessia and wave goodbye to her with a big cheesy smile on my face, she does the same back.

We mange to get out without being stopped much. Shawn is still holding on to me, but I’ve gotten better at walking and could walk on my own now. Something tells me Shawn knows this but doesn’t care. We’re walking to the elevator “Hey remember that’s time we got trapped in one of these things.” I say as Shawn presses the floor number. He chuckles to himself “Yes I do remember.” I groan leaning my head on his side “It was horrible!” I say. “I don’t think it was that bad, I got to meet and get to know you.” He says, I know I’m blushing but I look up at him anyways. “You think meeting me was good?” I ask he nods smiling “You’re pretty great.” I blush deepens making my smile. Then the elevator doors open and we step out. 

We walk down the hallway to my room, when we get to the door I turn to face him “Did you ever see your zap?” He smiles this tells me he did “You’re Drunk, we can talk about this in the morning.” He laughs trying to avoid this topic. “Oh no, Listen I’m sorry I only wrote it down because... Well I don’t actually know why.” I say feeling my face warm up from embarrassment. So I try to hide it with my hands. Shawn laughs, shakes his head, and places his hands on my shoulders. “Y/N” He starts “You’re right, I’m drunk and I should really get going to bed now.” I say really fast, turning around grabbing the key card from my back pocket. I open the door but stop when Shawn says “You know the rules of the zap game never tells you when we had to do the dare.” I turn to him “I mean that is why you took so long to text me right?” Shit he got me on the one. I still don’t turn around and I begin to push the door over. Hoping to get away from the question, but stop once again.

“I am going to kiss you. Not just because of the Zap thing, but because I want to.” I turn to look at him. He smiles and licks his lips then laughs “So you should get to bed and I’m gonna come down in around noon tomorrow, and we’re gonna go on a date.” He says with confidence but then is falls for a second and he says “If you want to.” I smile “Yes that sounds nice.” Shawn smiles bigger and he nods stepping back. “I’ll see you in the morning.” he says leaning forward to kisses my cheek. Then he steps back again, gives me a thumbs up and walk back to the elevator. I step into the room and smile to myself. 

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I plan on doing a part 3 but would you guys want it? If you have any requests send them in, would love to do some. 😁❤️

[snarky-bee]

His Beating Heart Vampire AU - Available on AO3 *** The sun had set and finally they could prowl the street without fear of bursting into flame. The sky was overcast, a hazy grey hiding the moon and making it even darker outside. A damp chill still clung to the air from a week of rain and foggy days. London was a cold bitch in fall. Certainly, it felt cold out, but it didn’t chill the flesh or raise goosebumps on the skin, not like it did for humans. Soft, squishy, breakable humans. 

“At least it’s not bloody raining,” Kallian said. People tended to stay in when it rained. 

Alec brushed his thumb along the dark circles beneath her eyes. “Someone’s thirsty.” He smirked and lit a cigarette. “Want a smoke?”

“I only smoke when I’m drunk,” she reminded him. 

He leaned against the wall, looking like he couldn’t give a shit about anyone else around. “And I never used to smoke at all,” Alec scoffed and inhaled deeply. 

She raised a single brow. “Maybe you smoke now, but you’re still wearing a Queen t-shirt from the 80s. Haven’t changed much, have you?”

He exhaled slowly, the heady smell of tobacco hovering in the air between them. “Queen is a classic,” he argued. “Lucky for me, they’ll never go out of style. Relax and have a smoke, Blondie. It’s not like it’s going to kill you.”

“No, you already did that part for me,” she rolled her eyes, but took a long draw from offered cigarette anyway. He had a point. Want, take, enjoy. 

“If you’re so thirsty why not just go to my hospital?” 

“Your hospital. I don’t see your bloody name on it, yeah?”

“Most of the shares are mine, my lab, innit? I’m the one running it - they just don’t know it,” he flashed a handsome grin.

“Pfft, too easy. That’s boring.” Kallian grabbed Alec’s hand, cold like her own. “Come on, I wanna have some fun. I want a challenge.” She giggled. 

“You want a fight, doll?” Alec dropped the cig on the ground and with incredible strength, forced Kallian back against the wall. “You want a struggle?” He murmured, licking a stripe up her neck. He pinned her wrists against the brick, pressed his pelvis against hers. 

Her heart didn’t beat but thirst quickly turned into need and arousal. Kallian gasped, and moaned quietly. “Fuck.” She caught his lips with hers. 

When Alec finally pulled away, he smiled down at her, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “So easily distracted, Blondie.”

She grabbed his hand, and playfully bit his finger before dragging him along behind her. “Your fault for being so sexy,” she flirted, impish grin on her face. 

The pub across the street was starting to fill up with patrons. Busy enough that if someone went missing - and someone would go missing - no one would notice. And it backed onto a nice dark alley. Perfect.

“So what’s the plan? Want me to play cute and flirty?” It was so damn easy to lure men away like that. 

“Act nervous. Try to get away from me,” Alec murmured against her ear. “Play the damsel needing saving.”

“Sounds familiar,” Kallian said. “You do love being a predator.”

“You like it,” he replied with a confident shrug. “It’s funny. A decade ago no one would have seen me as the bad guy, chatting up a pretty bird like you. You would have just been playing hard to get.”

“I do like playing on ‘male guilt’ and all that.”

Alec held the door open for her and a blast of heat and smells hit Kallian in the face.

She took a deep breath, eyes closing as if she were savouring the smell of pub food and ale. When in fact it was a richer bouquet she sampled. Blood. So rich, and overwhelming. The flirting patrons, relaxed laughter, and the drink mixing together to create a heady aroma of lust, racing heartbeats, life.

Her fangs came out. She needed to feed.

“Careful, Blondie. Don’t want the hunt to end before it begins,” Alec reminded.

Kallian swallowed roughly, fangs withdrawing into her gums again.

“Yeah, yeah.” At that, she dodged away from him, a smack to the hand trying to creep down to her bum. 

There was a pool table in the middle of the bar, with a low hanging light dangling above. The balls were scattered across the table, abandoned mid-game, it looked like. Perfect place to get an audience.

Kallian sauntered over to the table, taking her time inspecting the cues for one that was in decent condition. She rolled her hips as she walked around the table, setting up to start a game. Cue in her hand, she leaned low on the table and, wiggling her hips slightly, she took aim.

Right on cue, Alec’s shadow loomed over her and he pressed his groin to her ass. “Need someone to show you how to play?”

Playing her part, Kallian stiffened, eyes going wide, and let out a nervous giggle. “I think I know how to.” She tried to slip away.

His hands gripped the table on either side of her, trapping her in a cage. “Come on doll. I’ll buy you a drink, we can play a round. I promise I’ll go easy.”

She made a loud disgusted noise and squirmed away from him “No! Go find someone else to wank off to.”

Lazy, half grin on his face, Alec threw his hands in the air. “Whoa there doll, no need to play so hard to get.” Cocky and arrogant.

Kallian could see some frowns among the crowd. Good. Now that she’d got their attention…

“Bugger off,” she said, and flipped him the bird.

She escaped to the bar, now on the lookout for someone… tasty... There was a pretty girl with freckles who was already busy chatting with a pair of friends, not a good target there. The key was someone alone, someone that no one would miss, at least not til morning.

Kallian found herself a space between a dark haired young lad and a blond who was nursing a drink alone. Her eyebrows drew together and she hunched her shoulders in, looking for all the world like the victim.

“Could I get a gin and tonic?” she said to the barman. “Actually…” She threw a look over her shoulder to search for Alec. “Maybe go light on the gin.”

“I would ask how your night is going but I have a feeling the answer will not be a good one,” said the blond man on her right.

He was pretty, brown-skinned with black tattoos curving along one side of his face, and Italian too by the accent! Jokes about garlic sprang to her mind and she smirked to herself. Garlic was fine, nothing but an old superstition. Crosses though, crosses and holy water hurt like hell and back. Back when she’d first turned, she hadn't believed it could be that bad. The shiny red cross imprint on her palm lasted a week after.

The barman set a glass in front of her and Kallian took a sip, considering her answer to this handsome stranger. 

“Never a fun night when creepy blokes won’t leave you alone. Is he watching me, the lanky ginger one?” 

The blond man took a sip of his own drink, a dark amber liquid on ice, and casually glanced around behind himself. “Long hair?”

Kallian nodded, glad that Alec was still playing his part.

“Yes. He is watching you as if he would like to eat you. And not in the fun way,” he chuckled dryly.

It’s not me he wants to eat.

“If he is being a nuisance, I am happy to go have a word. You’ll find I can be quite… persuasive,” he suggested. A dark glint took over his eyes when he looked again at the predatory Alec.

Just like that, she had him.

She leaned in closer to him, let the toe of her boot brush against his leg. Her mouth started to water and she could feel her fangs start to extend so she had to hold her breath and swallow as she backed away.  “I wouldn’t want to start any trouble. But thanks… ?”

“Ah but where are my manners. My name is Zevran, or Zev, to my friends.”

“What brings you to London? Take it you’re not a local.”

The corner of his lips twitched up in a half smile. “What gave me away.” He chuckled wryly. “It must have been my dashing good looks, no?”

Zevran was attractive, no doubt about it. Plush lips, silky blond hair, and a gorgeous bronze complexion. Kallian smiled and leaned in, inhaling deeply. And he smelled delectable. Alec loved foreign food. 

“I’d love to chat more, Zevran, but…” She let her eyes go wide as an innocent deer and furtively looked over her shoulder. “I should get out of here while he’s not looking.”

“You know, there is a back exit by the lavatories. It opens to an alley. We can make a quick escape.”

Even better. “Thank you,” she said with feeling, placing a palm on his thigh. She could feel the pulse of rushing blood. Almost now.

The chatter around the bar had grown louder, crowded enough for no one to notice them slipping away. She smirked as she turned her back to him, heading towards the red-lit exit sign down the hall. His hand was so warm on her back.

Just as he was about to open the door for her, he paused, “I did not catch your name?”

The deal was as good as done. What harm was there in allowing him this one last request. “Kallian.”

Zevran flashed a grin. “Kallian,” he said. It sounded musical on his tongue. 

The emergency exit clicked shut behind them, no handle to get back in from the outside. A dead end lay to their right. And to the left, a lone figure was leaned against the wall at the only escape from the alley. The brief flash of moonlight caught his ginger hair and made his deathly pale skin shine like a ghost in the night. He stalked towards them both. The shadows playing against his angular features.

“I would not come any closer if I were you,” Zevran stood his ground. He looked back at Kallian and his confidence faltered.

She was grinning.

“What- what is this.” He took a step backwards as he glanced between them. “Ah, I see. It appears I am the fool tonight.”

“Quite a handsome lad you picked out for us, Blondie,” Alec said. 

To his credit, Zevran fixed a charming smile back on his lips and said, “My, but you are a sexy and wicked couple. I’m game to play along in whatever this fantasy of yours is. I do play a prisoner quite well, you know.”

Kallian snorted. “There’s only one thing we want from you.”

“Very well then,” Zevran acquiesced. He reached into his back pocket. “Please, take what you want. Just do me one favour and try not to damage the face?”

“That won’t be an issue,” Alec said, alarmingly close and right in Zevran’s personal space. He combed fingers through his hair. “Just hold still.”

“And if I were to run,” he glanced to his right.

Kallian tilted her head as an innocent child would and smiled. “We would catch you.” Merely a statement of fact.

Zevran ducked out of Alec’s way but a pale hand immediately grabbed him around the throat and slammed him into the wall. 

“It’s always more fun when they try to run.” Alec pulled the Italian against him and ran his long nose along the veins in Zevran’s neck. He inhaled deeply.

Zevran licked his lips. “Kinky. I am more than happy to be used in whatever game you are playing. In fact, I am very good with my mouth, or so I am told.” 

He even wiggled his hips against Alec’s, the slut. Was he completely shameless? Kallian loved it, loved watching him.

“I play for both teams, as they say,” he continued to offer himself up.

Despite the thirst ever gnawing at her, Kallian bit her lip. Blood wasn’t the only thing she lusted after. A primal human need remained. 

“And what a fun toy he could be,” Alec continued to muse aloud as he held him firm. “You know I’m a sucker for blondes, babe.” His long fingers traced the artery along Zevran’s throat.

Kallian swallowed and a thrill shot down her spine. Almost. Almost. She couldn’t wait any longer. Her fangs came out and she licked her lips. Thirst and longing, that hunger clawed at her belly. “I’d rather have your blood than your cock.”

“My wh-”

Kallian descended on him, strong as a London gust of wind and just as sharp. She gripped him by the hair and tilted his head back, her fangs pierced his neck and he yelped, struggled, trapped between their unyielding bodies. Warm blood flowed into her mouth, and what she didn’t lap up, trickled down his neck.

He whimpered, squirmed some more. “What are you - Stop! Stooop!” 

Alec’s hand caressed her back and slid up her body to tangle into the roots of her hair. Zevran jerked in their grip again and she knew Alec was feeding too. She couldn’t contain the moan of pleasure at the taste, the craving sated at last, heart pumping its contents directly into her mouth. 

With every thick swallow, Zevran’s struggles weakened, his protests became mere groans and his head lolled back against Alec’s shoulder. 

“Mmmm. Hang on, Kal,” Alec said.

Her eyes were closed and she drank deeply, ignoring the request.

The fingers in her hair tightened and pulled hard. “I said hang on.”

“What?” she whined. She licked her lips clean.

He smirked. “I was just thinking, since he was so nice to offer himself to us, that we ought to accept. It might be fun to play a little longer, innit?” He was holding Zevran up now, the man was barely conscious.

Her eyes widened in realization. “You want to take him home!”

“Didn’t you say once that you always wished you had a pet?”

[ccskell]

So this morning i had this insanely fucked nightmare I felt tumblr would appreciate.

I’ve been under a LOT of stress from work, and sleep hasn’t come easy or been good for that matter. This morning was an important contribution towards that. I woke up from something apparently called Cortisol awakening response, which feels like shit. I tried to calm down for like an an hour until I ultimately relaxed enough to fall asleep again. Which I payed the fucking price for.

So in this dream im like a teacher, nurse, babysitter or something. IRL I’m a business owner and marketing manager, this is literally not even remotely close to what i do. Although i do love kids.

But anyways, me and a girl i dont know, but apparently work in the same building, are assigned to look after 2 recently rescued orphan toddlers.

My partner is bringing them over, They show up to this like half bedroom half classroom kind of place where i am.

They’re super cute and calm. we’re kinda just looking after them, we play a little etc.

But then while playing one of them got a hole in his little overalls so i go grab a sewing kit.

In the dream this sewing kit consisted of a bunch of loose needles, very unsafe and un profesional of me idk why i did this, i obviously wouldn’t leave a bunch of needles on a carpet next to a baby but here i did. All the while my partner is just carrying and playing with the other kid.

I fix the overalls without taking them off, since theyre loose enough on him for me to not poke him. He kneels down once im done and gets poked by a needle from my sewing kit, that is now sticking out of his knee. He doesn’t cry or anything which is weird, but it didn’t faze me apparently

I get it off with a lot of care to not hurt him, im really focused so im not noticing much around me.

Once i take it off though i lean back and look at him. I slowly start noticing more needles on him, some smaller than others. I see some that were in super visible spots, but were somehow new to me, like onn his little nose and right cheek. The nose one has pus when i get it out. As if he’d had them for a while, and they definitely didn’t come from my sewing kit. Im taking more off, like 4-5 when i see one sticking from behind his right shoulder. i turn him a little to take it off and i see his whole back is covered. they’re thick and look like those images you see when you look up trypophobia. Its the needles dont even stick out, much, like theyre all the way in except for a little bit of the tip. And i can tell they are long, because it looks more like his skins been pulled back to cover most of them, rather than them sticking out. Im concerned as hell and tell the other girl that we are taking him to the hospital right now. Mind you he is still completely not in pain or anything, which is still weird. My partner says no, that we shouldn’t take him to a hospital, cause apparently she’s worried they’ll blame it on us, like accusing us of abuse n stuff.

It takes me a second to process what i just heard, and im like, it wasn’t us though, and regardless we can save our ass from jail later, this kid needs a hospital NOW

But I stop for a second and process. I ask her if shes sure WE didnt do this, or well in this case her, cuz i sure as hell didnt.

Her face starts turning creepy and pale white. In a weird voice she admits to having done that to the little boy herself, and starts fucking laughing. Her eyes flip back sorta and her mouth opens like shes trying to bite me or some shit. Slits start to appear on the sides of her mouth like the fucking joker. She looks like right out of one of those shiver manga, WHICH I DONT EVEN CONSUME MIND YOU

And she tries to come at me, she grabs my neck to choke me snaps bites at me. She doesn’t manage to get a bite in because i grab her upper teeth and face with one hand and her jaw with the other, and I literally snap them apart. the top half of her head is hanging behind her neck while her the jaw hangs in front of her. It wasn’t hard or anything. Kinda like snapping a PVC tube thats been dried up by the sun in half.

After that I’m pretty sure it was just overkill, but I’m just so fucking shaken with fear and adrenaline that I try shoving her spine in down her neck, and it works surprisingly easy.

I kinda wake up in the midst of that, granted with a surge of cortisol making me super anxious and jittery

Now I swear to god that although i do like scary movies i DONT wantch anything like this, and certainly do not think i could snap a fucking human head in half….

Although i gotta say, Its kinda cool that every time I have a super fucked up dream like this I always make it out, apparently I’m brave enough to fight off all these things that attack me, regardless of how scary they are.

But honestly I feel like I’ve proven myself enough times, I want out 😖

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs SAO S1

The real question is how no one has arrested this game creator yet 

There are only two types of game players those who create their avatars to look as much like them as possible and those who want to be a pretty princess 

“2,000 people have died so far” well that escalated quickly

Lmao @ Kirito’s group-work anxiety same my guy same

I don’t trust Blue Haired Knight he is hanging back at the rear while everyone else fights 

Well he’s dead now so I suppose it’s irrelevant

I like that Kirito was phased by the fact his partner was a pretty girl for about five seconds before he was calling out battle tactics

Jesus Kirito went from plucky young boy to Edgelord in ten seconds

“Are you talking about suicide?” “That’s not such a bad idea” I mean... u right

I can’t be the only one wondering what’s happening to their bodies while they’re spending literal months in this game unable to eat or defecate

How do u think Kirito’s mum would feel about him sleeping in bed with girls

Kirito made friends and they all died so quickly yikes 

All of Kirito’s decisions are made so abruptly he decided to adopt Silica out of nowhere

Nice to know romance isn’t dead in the virtual reality hellscape

Things are so happy right now I’m sure everything’s about to go terribly fucking awry

Apparently Kirito is a bounty hunter now these time lapses are wild

I can’t believe Asuna is taking Kirito on a date in exchange for letting her nap

Grimlock is a name that screams evil but I’m honestly more suspicious of Yoriko

It seems me being suspicious of someone means they’re immediately going to die lmao

Nope I was correct the first time whoops

“How many times you been married anyway?” Kirito pls 

“I had to kill her while she was still my wife” calm down Othello

Kirito, explaining marriage: “If you marry someone, that means you already like whatever you know about them, doesn’t it? And if you discovered something you didn’t know about them before and fell in love with that too, then that would be awesome?”

Dfghjkfhgkjdhgksd;hf

Lisbeth: Brr it’s cold

Kirito: Well damn Lisbeth I can’t control the weather

But if Asuna has a date and it’s not with Kirito who else are these teens romancing 

“Especially if that someone’s a girl like you, Lis” the biggest recurring trope in this anime is that Kirito is inadvertently romantic 

Lis is such a good friend she sees that Asuna likes Kirito and immediately backs down

“It’s been almost two years since this game of death began” yikes how decrepit must your real body be what about your family what if some of these players have children you are a child

These domestic virtual times are sweet but depressing because their lives are a lie

Sfdjhgdfhgkjh does Asuna’s bodyguard have a titty detector that senses when someone is touching her

“Hey, Klein, still alive huh?” Kirito’s social skill are so great

Lmao @ Kirito punching Klein for trying to hit on Asuna even he seemed surprised by it

I appreciate the plot twist of dual wielding because it’s cool but not like unreasonable within the context of the story

I really do not like that Asuna is basically the prize in this duel 

It’s really zero percent surprising that this event turned to murder so quickly

Literally every choice Kirito makes is so abrupt like I know he likes Asuna but he went from reluctantly joining her guild to kissing her and vowing to stay by her side forever in like a day calm down Romeo 

Gfkhgkjdfhgkfhgkjhfkgj Kirito just wanted to hang but Asuna thought he wanted to bang I’m crying

“And then... we’d get married” I know you’ve been in this game a long time but I feel like you are definitely still minors

This show is the definition of that escalated quickly they decided to get married one minute ago and now they have a house in the woods

“Is he younger than me?!” ASUNA I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU MARRIED HIM WITHOUT KNOWING HIS AGE WHAT IF HE’S 12 AND YOU’RE 17 AND ALSO IF YOU DON’T KNOW HIS AGE WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE BOY YOU JUST MARRIED

They’ve still got separate beds and haven’t seen each other naked but also I don’t know what I expected they’re like 15 

I can’t believe they’ve just adopted a child this is insane they are really embracing the ‘I do what I want’ philosophy

You can never escape the stranglehold of capitalism even in virtual reality

“Your mom’s crazy strong, isn’t she?” they’ve really embraced their roles as Yuhi’s parents huh

“I’d rather trust her and regret it than not trust her and regret it” what a lovely philosophy Kirito

It’s really cute that they’re like this little family and all but also really fucked up and sad because they’re not her parents and who knows if Yuhi’s even real

Oh my goodness their baby is a robot 

“Remember, you’re our child” this is going to be upsetting

Did they just promise to recreate their robot baby christ how do you plan on raising her

“Nice job, honey,” this is so funny he’s so proud of his wife the fish slayer

Finally addressing the reality of their decrepit comatose bodies

I knew we couldn’t trust Captain Cheekbones 

I’ve never heard “I promise I’m gonna end this world” said in such an optimistic tone

Whoa they’re both dead that is not where I thought this was going but I guess they went full Romeo and Juliet huh

Well this plot twist makes a lot more sense also how is no one in this hospital stopping Kazuto from escaping the hospital surely a nurse notice him flatline

Is this intro meant to imply that these guys continue to play MMO games after their extremely traumatic two year comas

How exactly did Kazuto explain his relationship with Asuna to her family

Is Asuna’s father going to marry off his comatose daughter?? Surely there are laws against this 

“If I proposed and she could speak, I’m pretty sure her answer would be no” WHAT THE FUCK 

Kazuto makes it sound like she’s just moving away instead of being married against her will while in a coma 

“In the end your heart belongs to her” Is Suguha in love with Kazuto because even if you’re not siblings you’re still cousins ew pls stop

Robot baby has returned

Kirito does not know the meaning of low profile

I am not okay with this cousin-fucking vibe that’s going on Leafa u need to stop

This dude is a fucking rapist I hate him 

How is Kazuto’s education going I wonder considering he just lost two years of his life 

“Do you feel the same way about him?” Obviously not bc she’s too busy wanting to fuck her cousin

Dickface accidentally giving Asuna hope by confirming that Kirito lives

“Did he.... set you that way?” Leafa is asking if Kirito has a daddy kink

This level of drama and dedication to not letting anyone die must not make sense to someone who does not know he was trapped in a life-or-death game coma

It’s funny to see how quickly Kirito has jumped on the killing train now that there’s no longer a danger of actually killing someone

Although with Asuna there it stands to reason that there is potential to hurt someone because there are still some people whose nervous systems are still tied to the game

I can’t believe that Kirito is delaying stopping his girlfriend’s real-life marriage to deal with in-game politics where are your priorities dude 

Kirito as a news anchor: Violence in video games is ruining this generation

Honestly this boy has never been anything less than 200% Extra a day in his life how does he expect to get Asuna if he is causing a ruckus everywhere he goes

Lmao @ everyone hitting on Kirito while he is lowkey thinking about how he’s married 

I can’t wait for Asuna to murder her forced fiance

“Do I want to be a good sister? Or...” do you want to fuck your cousin? It is the latter and it’s unsettling

“I’m in love with my brother, and that’s something I can’t tell anyone about ever” at least you’ve registered that it’s incest but doesn’t mean it doesn’t give me the heebie jeebies still

Without the context it might just seem like Kazuto and Asuna are a weird couple that calls each other mommy and daddy 

I guess Kirito brought a sword to an arrow fight 

“I can do this on my own,” he said immediately after dying

Leafa tried to give Kirito the Hug of Passionate Restraint but instead gave him the Shoulder Grab of “You’re Making a Poor Decision”

Suguha coming to the realization that her life has twice as much incest as she thought it did

I DON’T KNOW WHO IS MORE UNCOMFORTABLE RN ME OR KAZUTO

“I’m sorry” Don’t apologize Kazuto it’s not your fault your sister/cousin wants to bang you

“Right then and there, I swore to close the gap that had grown between us over the last couple of years” looks like that gap was closed a little too well my guy 

That’s a lot of love confessions in a very short time frame 

What are you apologizing for homie literally all you did was exist and be a good human being 

I fucking hate Sugo he is the worst person alive

I think this is the first time I’ve seen someone assaulted on screen in an anime I feel sick to my stomach

What kind of honourable ass shit is this Kirito just gave his enemy a sword

I guess honour only extends so far when you’re tossing someone’s bisected body into the air to impale them

What the fuck are you gonna kill a teenage boy Sugo 

Well if you’re gonna get stabbed a hospital is the best place for it to happen

THIS IS THE REAL WORLD KAZUTO YOU CAN’T JUST KILL PEOPLE YOU DON’T LIKE 

Kazuto should really get those stab wounds treated

Lmao @ these priorities “well you just woke up from a coma it’s time to meet and make out”

Pretending you have objection to PDA Ms. Let’s Get Married at 16

I like how they all come out of the VR world and they’re all still fuckin nerds

Kirito is such a good big brother to his creepy little sister

[scriptshrink]

Random thoughts I had while watching Legion (S1E1)

The TV show Legion confuses me. I'm just going to be focusing on general stuff / stuff related to the psych ward / therapy until I get a more complete picture of the main character's mental illness.

I wrote down some of my thoughts as I was watching the episode. I'm not going to make a full post on this show until the end of the season, but here's what I observed.  These will probably not make sense unless you've seen it.

CW: suicide mention (The show also portrays an on-screen suicide attempt), character death, and some spoilers.

They'd never let her have a lighter in a psych ward. Like, those guards would confiscate it the second they saw it.

What the fuck kind of psych ward has a wall of plants in it? The fuck?

Even if they did have a wall of plants, why would they just let a guy spend the entire day hiding in it?

Wheelchairs? Really?

OH MY GOD SHE DID A PILL CHECK. An incomplete one (she would have had to lift her tongue too), but that's the first time I've seen it done ever in a piece of media.

Shitty therapist is shitty.  

"People need to be touched" wow, way to be a creepy awful perv

Also, did the therapist fucking disappear for the second half of this scene? There's no way in hell a therapist wouldn't have commented on the whole "will you be my girlfriend" thing.

There's a reason relationships are discouraged in treatment.

Okay I will admit tying their hands together instead of holding hands is kinda cute. But they shouldn't have had something like that in the first place - you could use it to hang yourself with. The same goes for her headband.

What the fuck kind of psych hospital has long cylindrical pillows?

Oh. The kind that needs them there for plot reasons.

BAGEL JUMPSCARE

Ngl, the kitchen scenes with all the whirling crap was a really gorgeous effect.

The man with the yellow eyes = Baron Harkonnen.

They'd have had to put more electrodes on his head than only two of them. You can't get jack shit readings from only two points.

Also why do the orderlies have pink hats

Therapists are generally too busy to escort someone outside of a psych ward like that - that's something that staff would do.

When someone is freaking out and has to be therapeutically restrained, patients generally don't gather round REAL CLOSE. Like, they're close enough to get hit by him.

I forgot when this happens in the episode, but when he has his bed freakout staff were there INSTANTANEOUSLY and bootyjuiced him without even talking to him to try to calm him down. Where the fuck was the syringe-happy nurse during this later freakout?

As an fyi "bootyjuiced" is not my term but someone I know who's been in numerous psych wards uses that to describe being chemically restrained and it's too amazing of a term not to use

I have no idea what time period this takes place in, but automatic door closers were invented in the 1880's. The door to the psych ward would probably have had one.

Psych wards don't generally have number keypads as locks. All it would take is for a patient to see the combination and boom, the lock is useless.

I don't understand her powers yet, but the therapist totally touches her on the face and nothing happens. Is that because it's really him??? I am confused.

Also, why do cis guys always go immediately for the boobs when they switch bodies?

ALL THE DOORS ARE GONE AND THAT'S SUCH AN UNDERSTATED BUT HORRIFYING THING

NO NOT HEADPHONE GIRL! D:

Shit, I just realized they wouldn't have let her have headphones because of the cord. Or because someone would steal them.

Also they wouldn't let her have headphones on during group therapy.

The writers really like sentences that are only half...

THINGS THAT I THOUGHT OF LATER BUT HAVE NO IDEA WHEN THEY TOOK PLACE (the whole thing is a nonlinear mess)

His bed would have been bolted to the ground. He still could have levitated it b/c he seems like he's strong enough to break the bolts, but a shot of it straining would have been cool

SYNCHRONIZED DANCE NUMBER GO GO GO! (I also love that plant guy is also dancing a tiny bit in the background)

I don’t know if I can recommend it yet. But I’ll be watching the rest of it for sure.

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz dec 22 - 30th lb

thank you all for the incredibly touching messages you left me. to receive such heartfelt sentiments from those who’ve never met me and my family genuinely made me happy-cry. 😭😭😭 you’re all the sweetest. thank you thank you thank you. 💜💙💚💛❤💕💗💘💝 *squishes all of you into a giant hug; sorry for the snot on your shoulders*

i’m almost all caught up with ishqbaaz; because A+ technique to avoid relatives who make saddddd eyes and then bring up when i’m getting married (“not anytime soon, possibly never; leave me alone, the only one i want to cuddle with right now is my obese cat” is not an acceptable answer, apparently.); so here’s the first installment of liveblogs!

22nd december

i know i said that one gesture wasn’t enough for redemption, but damn. what a gesture. he handled that situation very well. in a most non-shivaay like manner. 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

i’m so confused. who is this man, really? 🤔🤔🤔

i love that anika is still giving him silent treatment. you go girl. don’t give it up that easy. 😎😎😎

“baat karlo na.”

i love gentle yet petulant shivaay. he’s adorable.  😚😚😚

since gentle shivaay isn’t doing the trick, tadi waala shivaay has taken over. 😐😐😐

anika’s gentle smile @ shivaay’s tadi walk! lol, is she checking out her own husband? 😏😏😏

oh boy. battle of the wills. 😬😬😬

“yeh kahin suna hua hai. oh haan, yeh toh mera hi dialogue hai!”

you cocky little shit. you’re asking for it. 🙄🙄🙄

god the constant sunglass theatrics. 😑😑😑

i just noticed his mickey mouse pocket square! lol, cute.

i like seeing these little nakuul touches, though they’re the most un-shivaay-like things. 🙃🙃🙃

oh girl. so extra. i mean, this time he didn’t even deserve it as much as the last time. 😣😣😣

lol those security guards give zero fucks about the marital war unfolding in front of them. 😂😂😂

he’s in lurrrrrrve. with his windshield smashing wife. 😍😍😍

that smile looks so unnatural on him. it’s weirding me out as much as it’s weirding ANIKA out. 😶😶😶

lmaoooooooo khanna makes videos of these two. what a creep. 😂😂😂

at least one member of this family is constantly under the threat of death at any given time but this guy has the time to make fanmixes of his otp and distribute. honestly. 🙄🙄🙄

what do you mean he made the wedding day video? how the hell did he get the bits inside the hotel room? 🤔🤔🤔

lmao khanna hates shivaay’s guts too. 😂😂😂

hahahaha “WHAT IS YOUR LANGUAGE????” 😁😁😁

oh he’s been saying “watch your language” all these days? i thought it was “what’s with the language?” 😐😐😐

lol khanna’s gone back to a good vantage point to shoot his videos from. 😂😂😂

yesssss, my girl is back in form. 😘😘😘

ohhhh, my boy is getting into “ishqbaaz” form as well. 😏😏😏

lol the family’s faces. 😂😂😂

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WHAT AN ASSHOLE. 😂😂😂

lol shakti’s loving it. 😆😆😆

aw, anika. just beat it, as quickly as you cannnn. 😗😗😗

LOOK AT THAT SHIT-EATING GRIN. SMACK IT OFF HIS FACEEEE, GIRL. 😋😋😋

… or not. mutual giggle fest is fine too, i guess. 😕😕😕

this is the most married thing they’ve ever done. 😌😌😌

“i’m not a joker. i’m shivaay singh oberoi.”

pft. what an idiot. is your name a profession? 🙄🙄🙄

lol aw anika, come on, that quite a nice laugh. give the handsome boy some credit. 😊😊😊

i wouldn’t pause like she is. if he said “sar pe maaro” to me, you’d best believe, he’d have cartoon stars and birds swimming around his head the next second. 💥💥💥

aw, puppy eyes. 🐶🐶🐶

HE’S APOLOGIZING. WITH PUPPY EYES. 🙈🙈🙈

(what was the weird move with the phone tho? is he… recording this?) 🤔🤔🤔

KISS, IDIOTS. KISSSSS! 💏💏💏

why’s tia in some rando storeroom in the oberoi mansion? 😐😐😐

goddamn, tia looks so fuckingggggg goooood. i don’t look this good when i’m in the best of moods, let alone when in a suicidal spiral. 😒😒😒

OWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!! heropanti ki bhi limit hoti hai shivaay. 😬😬😬

lmao mrs. kapoor calm the f down. 🙄🙄🙄

tia’s the next virgin mary; just in time for christmas too! merry christmas, oberois!!!!! 🎄🎁🎄🎁🎄

23rd december

lmao shakti’s like “behudaaaa harkat!!!!” while tej is just like “bro you shoulda wrapped it before you tapped it.” 😂😂😂

lol everyone’s michmichi at shivaay’s sex life being out in the open like this. 😂😂😂

good lord, tia and her mom roofied shivaay. you ladies are out of fuckin’ control. ya crazy bishes. 😬😬😬

ok mrs. kapoor, you’re being weird and creepy. ew. 😖😖😖

“in the same room!”

wow, mrs. kapoor is really overestimating the power of shivaay’s swimmers. 😐😐😐

oh god tia’s sanskaari drama. girl, please. you’re so much better than this nonsense. 😑😑😑

shivaay’s silent, but his face is screaming BRO THIS SUCKS ASS, I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO DO THE FUN PART OF BABYMAKING 😂😂😂

what i wouldn’t give for omRu to be here and to see their reactions. 😚😚😚

shivaay’s look at anika: BUT I LIKE MY CURRENT WIFEEEEE. I WANT TO KEEP THISSSS ONEEEE. 😗😗😗

pinky ko aur bahaana mil gaya, to ship #shiTia 😐😐😐

tej, how shitty a businessman are you, if you’re constantly wringing your hands about shivaay overtaking you in business by marrying someone. 🙄🙄🙄

everyone’s #teamShivaay except pinky. 😶😶😶

OUFF PINKY. SHUTTTTT UP. 😣😣😣

now the deal is only 36 crores. which, come on. i’m sure shivaay’s sunglass and car maintenance budget alone is that much anually. 🙄🙄🙄

*sighhhhh* tia. girl, i loved you so much. y u be so damn shady? 😩😩😩

lmao that was the worst denial i’ve ever seen of not being happy married to anika. dude, sound more assertive. 🙄🙄🙄

lmaoooooo his michmichi at her mention of “humara baby” 😂😂😂

THEY NEVER HAD SEX???? WHAT WAS WITH ALL THOSE MASSAGE NIGHTS THEN? what a load of bullshit. 😮😮😮🙄🙄🙄

wow, tia’s voice at “indignant screeching” is just… only bats and dogs can hear her at that frequency. 🙉🙉🙉

and girlllllllll, stop laying it on so thick. it’s gonna be hella bad when you get found out. 🙈🙈🙈

expert bitchface on both sides. impressive, ladies. impressive! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

lmao his face when he turns around and sees anika “NO BABY I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT, I MEANT I’LL BE THERE FOR HER BABY IN THE CAPACITY OF A DISTANTTTTT MAAMA, OR SOMETHING. I ONLY WANT TO MAKE BABIES WITH YOU!” 😂😂😂

oh tiaaa. you’re being so overconfident. be smarterrrrrrr. 😑😑😑

anika’s face after “tumhe toh main shivaay ki zindagi se phek kar rahoongi”:

“oh tacky ki bachchi, zyaada english jhaadi na mere saamne, toh tumhe chaadar ki tarah jhaad doongi, samjhiiii?” lololololol best.😂😂😂

god this loser and his disgusting hair. does anyone actually think this looks good???????? 🤐🤐🤐

BRO SHE DOESN’T WANT YOUR FUCKING CHAI. 😒😒😒

ugh, so rapey. he’s even more rapey than daksh. 😖😖😖

anika trying to do a reprise of shankar mahadevan’s breathless, except more gossipy. and with more metaphors about dal. 😂😂😂

lol, what to even say to that, anika?

O BETE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 😱😱😱

oh no, both your khurafaati dimaaags together. 🙈🙈🙈

no you two also agreed that love was a waste of time, when mallika was around. 😌😌😌

aaaaaaah, marriage. must not be so bad. 😙😙😙

god i don’t even wanna witness what freqeuncy tia’s voice goes to when he suggests the dna test. 🙉🙉🙉

you’re still agreeing on the same topic, you fucking idiots. 🙄🙄🙄

tia kapoor is two steps ahead of you chuckleheads. tum toh bade kachche khilaadi ho. 😊😊😊

SHE PAID THE DOCTOR OFF YOU IDIOT. HOW CAN YOU BE SO DAMN STUPID? 🙄🙄🙄 you need to learn some shit from arnav singh raizada (like, in general, but also SPECIFICALLY about this topic.)

24th december

looks like shivaay’s aman isn’t as efficient as arnav’s aman. 🤔🤔🤔

okaaay girl, coulda bataofied his dhyaan some other way too, y'know? 😐😐😐

why would her breaking the button off cause HIM to be in pain??????? 🙄🙄🙄

oh, so tia is REALLY pregnant. by poor dead dobin. uski aakhri nishaani tak ko… this show really screwed over pure, innocent dobin. 😖😖😖

lol CHICKCHIK. 😂😂😂

pfffffffft. these idiots and their competition on who can thread a needle. 🙄🙄🙄

“BUTTON SHIRT PE LAGAANA HAI, BODY PAR NAHI!”

she’s too busy checking out your chest to be doing this well, billuji. take it as a compliment. 😏😏😏

lol, ok, guess these two will never have the romantic moment where she’ll come close to bite off the dhaaga. he has to bite off the dhaaga on his own. 😂😂😂

lol shirtEIN.  😂😂😂

ffs shivaay, you have more money, coulda paid him off with more to say its not your baby. 😑😑😑

lmao, pinky’s happiness in contrast to everyone else’s disappointment. 😆😆😆

ANIKA YOU IDIOT. WHAT HAPPENED TO MERI AANKHEIN HAMESHA TUMPE RAHEGI. 😒😒😒

why would anyone call sAumya for a statement on an oberoi baby? 🤔🤔🤔

lol, pinky wants baby to say “oh my mata” as well. 😂😂😂

WHY IS NO ONE NOTICING TIA AND HER MOM’S SMIRKS?????? 😧😧😧

pinkyyyyyyyyy shushhhhhhhhhhhh. 😣😣😣

thank godddd, he finally spoke up. 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

looks like shivaay needs to go to tirupati too. 😐😐😐

anika’s in full wife haq mode. 😏😏😏

…. yeah, i was expecting that. 😒😒😒

that was a very mild reaction for shivaay actually. 😐😐😐

we heard the plate break, but now it’s intact??? 🤔🤔🤔

pft, ok stop, this isn’t a romantic moment at allllll. 🙄🙄🙄

badddddd dubbing. such baaaaaaad dubbing in this scene. 😑😑😑

good to know: shivaay has a tobasco allergy. we finally know how to kill him if he gets too out of hand. 😈😈😈

ouff, this prinku never comes with good news. ab kya raita phel gaya hai? 😒😒😒

shivaay watching tia on the news like

pinkyyyyyyy, ouffff. 😐😐😐

lol standard passive agressive desi mom response: FINE, DO TEN THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😂😂😂

um excuse me ppl, you need tia’s blood samples too for a PRENATAL paternity test. how the hell are you going to get those????🤔🤔🤔

SAHILLLLLLLLL IS BACCCCCKKKKKKKKKK! 😚😚😚

ew, what’s this dancing? is this her drunk ‘khaike paan banaras’ moment? 😟😟😟

SAHIL’S A PART OF THIS WEIRDLY SEDUCTIVE ROUTINE TOO??????? 😖😖😖😖

26th december

who dis lady with a sweater on her face? mrs kapoor? who tipped her off tht anika was going to dr. chatterjee? 🤔🤔🤔

lmao what is this slutty nurse halloween costume? no nurse in indian hospitals dresses like this. 🙄🙄🙄

what the helllllllll is anika even wearing? it’s like a dupatta as a top or something. 😕😕😕

“fetus ka sample, woh humne dr. malik ke lab se mangwaa liya hai.”

WHAT NONSENSE? I’M PRETTY SURE YOU CAN’T JUST “MANGWAAOFY” A SAMPLE FROM ANOTHER PRIVATE CLINIC. ESPECIALLY WITHOUT CONSENT FROM THE PERSON WHO THE SAMPLE BELONGS TO. 😑😑😑

pinky i get you’re being a good mom and all, but just take a damn chill pill. 🙄🙄🙄

lol “tadi mein nahi khaa rahe honge” i love sahil so much 😂😂😂

oh god. dancing waala plan in her mind. ugh.😖😖😖

ouff this house and its instantly party-ready pool area. 🙄🙄🙄

and where the f did anika manage to get a costume from? like… honestly, i hate contrived dance sequences so fucking muchhhhhhhhhh, they make me want to die of michmichi. 😩😩😩

bringing myself to watch this is like… the toughest thing i’ve done all day.😫😫😫

OK SHE JUST MAAROFIED THAT LAMEASS DIALOGUE AND I CAN’T, OK?? I JUST CAN’T. fwding fwding fwding. ⏩⏩⏩

lol “bhains ki aankhein kanji thodi na hoti hai” 😂😂😂

ouffff emotional dialogueeeeeee. 🙄🙄🙄

OH NO MORE DANCING. FUCK THIS SHIT. 😫😫😫

did see a cute shot of shivaay dancing with sahil in his arms while fwding, so awwwwww! 😚😚😚

oufff more drama with these damn reports, when we already know that they’ve been fucked with. 🙄🙄🙄

lol the doctor’s expressions at these three scary bitches. 😂😂😂

jesus christttt they kidnapped his kid. 😯😯😯

OMFG IS THAT ROMIIIIIII AS THE FUCKING NURSE?!!?!? 😲😲😲

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG SVETLANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😱😱😱

jesus christ, what a team of crazy fuckin’ bitchesssss. only person missing here is roop. 😦😦😦

also holy soap opera twist!!!!!!! 😨😨😨

lol svetlana’s pronounciation of “tsunami” 😂😂😂

how the helllllll did tia even get here this fast? 🤔🤔🤔

holy shitttt, MASTERSTROKE by tia, with that khoon and khaandaan dialogue. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

loving sAumya’s A+ “this bitch lyinnnnnnn’” face. 😂😂😂

never thought i would feel sorry for shivaay, but i do rn. 😶😶😶

battle of the bitchfaces! i don’t know who to support! i love them both!!!!! i support both!!!!!! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

OH GOD PATNI SAUTAN MUQABLA JESUS CHRISTTTT ABOVE 🤦🏽🤦🏽🤦🏽

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OMGGGGGG THE THREE WITCHES AND THEIR POETRY. 😂😂😂

27th december

the orange lipstick is weirdly clashing with the rest of tia’s outfit and it’s distracting me. 😐😐😐

oh god, anika and her bullshit sanskaari pativrataa-ness. 🙄🙄🙄

i’m making the same face that tia is, at her patniiii waale dialoguebaazi. 😒😒😒

i’m glad tia found herself some supportive girlfriends and all, but did it haveeeee to be these fuckingggg crazies? 😩😩😩

HOW THE HELL DID ROMI EVEN FIGURE INTO ALL THIS???? LIKE, HOW DID THEY MEET AND FORM AN ALLIANCE? 😯😯😯

something about the way the svetlana actress talks bothers me so much. is she not indian? why does she have such a dodgyyyy accent? 🤔🤔🤔

her hair and makeup are A+ as always tho. 💁🏽💁🏽💁🏽

WAIT HOLD THE FUCK UP WHAT?????? SVETLANA IS TIA’S SISTER?!?!!?!?!?? 😦😦😦

ROMIIIIIIIIII IS THEIR SISTER TOOO?!!?!? WHAT THE FUCKKKK IS GOING ON!?!?!?? WHAT??? JUST WHUTTTTT!?!!?!?!?!? 😧😧😧

MY MINDDDDD IS FUCKINGGGGGGGGGGGGG BLOWNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

lmao the dramatic hand choreography tho 😂😂😂

that’s a realllly fucked up promise to take from 3 children all under the age of 10, mrs. kapoor. 🤐🤐🤐

jesus, my mind is still processing the fact that these three are sisters. such cray-cray! 😬😬😬

i fucking hate when shivaay wears vests that don’t match the pants of his suit. it looks ridiculous. 😒😒😒

“mujhe aap par yakeen hai.”

you shouldn’t. after the shit he did to you. aaaah, crazy love. 🙄🙄🙄

coz he’s a stupidass self sacrificial idiot. 😑😑😑

ok calm down, you didn’t REALLY die or anything. jesus. 🙄🙄🙄

sAumya’s role these days is just to run into shivaay’s room and proclaim something in a panic. BRING RUDRA BACK ALREADY! 😐😐😐

lmao what the fuck kinda question is that, it’s his kid, he’ll announce whenever the fuck he likes. besides, in desi culture, making an announcement before the 1st trimester is over is never done. 😒😒😒

lmao yeah bro, you look superrrrrr stoked. 😂😂😂

LOL THE PRESS IN THIS SHOW IS RIDICULOUS. WHAT KINDA STUPIDASS QUESTIONS. 😂😂😂

god these anika-tia confrontations are getting FUCKING RIDICULOUS. i’m not amused anymore. 😑😑😑

god this show has morphed into some other genre altogether overnight. 😕😕😕

what non brand video player is shivaay using to view this video lol 😂😂😂

ouffffo tia’s overactingggggggg. 🙄🙄🙄

lmaooooo mrs. kapoor and conservative?????? sure. 😂😂😂

mr. oberoi doesn’t quite want to divorce the comely mrs. oberoi yet. 😚😚😚

lmaoooo he just took HIS food and started eating. such concern for the mother of his unborn child. 😂😂😂

HE DIDN’T EVEN PUT IT IN HIS MOUTH. WHAT TERRIBLE ACTING. 😐😐😐

godddddd, such a contrived issue. besides, you should probably eat less salt these days, shivaay, better for your bp these days. 😋😋😋

WHY WON’T HE PUT THE DAMN SPOON IN HIS MOUTH LOL LIKE… THIS IS RIDICULOUSSSSSSSS 😂😂😂

DID NAKUUL THINK HE WAS OUT OF FRAME OR SOMETHING? IS HE DIETING? UPVAAS KA DIN? WHAT???

OK THE DIALOGUES IN THIS EPISODE HAVE ALLLLL BEEN FUCKING RIDICULOUS. 🙄🙄🙄

oh god, svetlana is back in her sari of horrors from the 2nd episode. 😬😬😬

gotta say, the kapoor ladies all have amazing hair. all of them. 💁🏽💁🏽💁🏽

why are the kapoors targeting only shivaay??? surely tej/shakti were the ones who fucked up 20 years in the past? 🤔🤔🤔

OMGOMGOMGOMG OM IS NAJAYAZZZZZZZZZ. EXPLAINS WHY HE’S NOT LIKE THE REST OF THESE FUCKING CRAZIESSSSS. BE FREEEEE, OM, BE FREEEEEEEEEE. 😇😇😇

28th december

preview: anika be using her patni veto power on anyone she comes across. including her pati. who’s back to manhandling her. 😡😡😡

what dai maa? huh? who? 🤔🤔🤔

ok nakuul calm the f down with the ~~~acting. 🙄🙄🙄

everything mrs. kapoor says sounds like a damned lie. she could say good morning to me and i’d have to go out to check if the sun was out. 😑😑😑

which oberoi saab? ka kaunsaaa beta? 😯😯😯

OH SPIT IT OUT DAI MAA 😒😒😒

ok, since the source of this is mrs. kapoor, i don’t believe it. she’s shushing the dai maa too. it’s gonna end up with shivaay being the najaayaz one, isn’t it?

@azurelakes​, @aaya-ranjha-mera​ and i had this theory fucking eons ago. (#throwback to the good old days when this show wasn’t such a godawful shitshow that drove the two of them and their good sense away.)

jhanvi couldn’t conceive? and then went on to pop out 2 kids after that perfectly at a more advanced age??? SOUNDS LEGIT. 😗😗😗

how you like ‘em apples now, shivaay? now that one of your brothers (or possibly you) is najaayaz?? 😊😊😊

MRS. KAPOOR IS A DAMN SNAKE WITH THAT VICIOUS SMILE. I FUCKIN’ LOVE IT. 😎😎😎

lol, shivaay recognizes a shakedown when he sees one. 😂😂😂

mrs. kapoor doesn’t blink. it’s very creepy. 😬😬😬

why’s shivaay looking so shocked? this was always the plan. did he suddenly decide he wanted to stay with anika and not bother to tell any of us? 😐😐😐

where the f is prinku off too, packing her bag? is she off to live in sin with rapey acp? 😒😒😒

ok om is like… almost 30ish? there’s no way the stamps from THAT year would be in the passport, coz the indian passport is renewed every 10 years. 🙄🙄🙄

1990? are you telling me omkara is fucking 26????? BRUH. COME ON. HE’S YOUNGER THAN ME??????? I CANNOT TAKE IT. I CAN’T. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT. 😫😫😫

ok shivaay, you’re being kinda weird about your uncle and aunt’s sex life. stop it. 😑😑😑

broooooo shivaay’s suit. the fuck. the worst. it makes him look so boxy and bloated around the middle. you know whose body structure he looks like he has in these damn “suits”???

dadi’s back, ok whatever no one gives a shit, BUT is om back???? i wanna seeeee my boyyyyyyyyy. where is heeeeeeeee?????? 🤓🤓🤓

he’s not really the one who cares about khoon and khaandaan, shivaay, you are. if you don’t give a f, then really, noone does. 🙄🙄🙄

dude. such abrupt. and rude. 😑😑😑

rightttt in the middle of the living room too. 😕😕😕

girl, why’re you arguing? like… this was always the plan. like… i don’t get why these two are being so weird about the divorce. 🙄🙄🙄

aaaaand we’re back to manhandling. so much for that apology. 😒😒😒

i know nakuul’s going for half lidded dopey romantic eyes, but he just looks high af. 😗😗😗

meanwhile, surbhi needs some anti-perspirant. 😬😬😬

“jaise uthaa ke laaya tha waise uthaa ke phenk doona tumhe”

THIS FUCKER. THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE. 😠😠😠😠😠😠😠

1. what was with the weird… dancey maneuver? 2. fuck this dude, man. 😡😡😡

just sign the papers and fuckin’ leave girl. i’ve been screaming this at you since the day you married this asshole. 😤😤😤

SIGNNNNNNNNNNNNN THEMMMM. AND DISAPPEARRRRRRRRRR. 😩😩😩

oh no, don’t you make ‘i love you’ eyes at her NOW, after you said what you said. 😒😒😒

kaun manager?  is this mishra??? if it is, damnnnnnn, mishra majorly hotted up, with the beard. 😍😍😍

STOP MAKING MOON EYES AT HER AND SIGN THE DAMN PAPERS. ANIKA, CAN YOU JUST LEAVE? 😑😑😑

at first i thought the pretending to sign was a bad acting thing on nakuul’s part, like yesterday’s pretending to eat thing, but nope, shivaay’s legit just pretending to sign in front of tia. he’s not ready to let go of wifey yet. 😗😗😗

just torture and toy with her, like a baagad billa with its prey. 😒😒😒

mishra knows his boss well. good redemption of mishra track. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

fuck your dopey i love you eyes, asshole. fuck them to the depths of hell.👿👿👿

29th december

preview: jfc, tia’s out to murder anika like a vengeful mother in law who didn’t get the dowry she demanded. 😬😬😬

girl why even talk to him? just leave without saying a single word. you know the silent treatment gets to him. 😐😐😐

lmao please, shivaay’s never been “bhala-changa” a day in his damned life. 😂😂😂

anika, you’ve gotten a chance to “peecha chudaofy” him from your life, and instead of taking it and running as fast as your feet can take you, you’re standing here asking why??? 😶😶😶

can anyone say stockholm syndrome? 😐😐😐

“aap insaan nahi, ek bhool bhulaiyya hai, jisme main phas ke reh gayi hoon.”

one line summary of the lead couple’s relationship in every single 4 lions show ever. 😕😕😕

god, i feel so bad for her. why is she in love with this assholeee????? 😭😭😭

don’t you dare turn and look at her with your puppy eyes… 😒😒😒

… damnit, WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!!?!? DON’T!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU. 👿👿👿

oh sahil’s here to witness this too. poor kid. 😭😭😭

lol pinky thanking the gods in the bg. 😂😂😂

did his hair change all of a sudden? 🤔🤔🤔

lol, she had the box in her hand in the shot BEFORE tia comes to give it to her. 😂😂😂

nice of tia to buy anika the kinda shoes that she likes. such niceness, even when she’s trying to be a bitch! 😇😇😇

what do you mean, sAumya? 🤔🤔🤔

okaaaaaaay, setup for overly dramatic parting statement. 🙄🙄🙄

lol tia’s “BITCH, WHAT NOW?!??!?!” face when shivaay calls out to anika. 😂😂😂

… um, okay????? 🤔🤔🤔

oh hooooooooooo. code thaaaaaa. guess you have to be IN the dysfunctional relationship to really get it. 😐😐😐

why can’t open communication and honesty be these assholes’ kink? do they have to getttt off on these damn mind games? 😒😒😒

I CAN’T STOP FIXATING ON HIS HAIR. SOMETHING’S DIFFERENT!?!??! DID HE GET A HAIRCUT BETWEEN SCENES? 😣😣😣

also the happiness on his face that she got his hint. cute. 😙😙😙

6 months to divorce. really? i’m sure if shivaay wanted, he could throw his naam, paisa, power at the judicial system to get it expedieted tho? 🤔🤔🤔

ouff, overly sanskaari statement on bahuein and sasuraal. so much eye rolling. 🙄🙄🙄

sAumya + jhanvi’s happinessss. goddamnit anika, whyyyyy couldn’t you fall for om and be part of THAT famjam? 😩😩😩

cannot able to stop marvelling at the kapoor girls’ hair game. A+, truly amaze. keep it up. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

trouble among the ranks. tia’s going rogue. 😬😬😬

aaaaand his hair is back to looking like it was before. WHAT IS HAPPENING!?!?! I NEED TO SCREENSHOT AND COMPARE. 🤐🤐🤐

husband is having issues with admitting. 😆😆😆

lol chonchlebaaz. 😂😂😂

F word has been invoked! (farak. the almighty F word of 4 lion shows)

these two and their weird fucked up foreplay. why can’t you just go for dinner like NORMAL ppl??? 🤦🏽🤦🏽🤦🏽

RETURN OF DADI AND HER GODFORSAKEN RASMS. 😒😒😒

i love bitch!Tia. i do. i just do. 💗💗💗

lol romi as a MAN. honestly. 😑😑😑

please, dadi’s never gonna get it. 🙄🙄🙄

does tia not know that LPG has a godawful odour added to it for the express purpose of letting ppl know if it’s leaking in the room? all indians are taught this in like 6th grade? 🤔🤔🤔

pft. as if tia would everrrrrrr talk to the help. 🙄🙄🙄

sAumya, for fucks sake, you were supp to be the smart one. 😑😑😑

why did anika change clothes and straighten her hair for this? 🙄🙄🙄

ok, what was the point of that interaction with sAumya, really??? half the scenes in this show are such time wasters. 😒😒😒

also, didn’t either of them smell the leaking gas???? 🤔🤔🤔

someone’s become totally pativrata and shit. 😐😐😐

anika, that paneer looks kinda off. 😕😕😕

“c'mon anika, maachis jalaao AUR MARO!” lolololol 😂😂😂

the second best dialogue by tia after “dobin, aaj humari anniversary hai AND YOU’RE DEAD!” 😂😂😂

tia, you fucking idiot, should you be standing this close??????? TO AN EXPLOSION YOU YOURSELF PLANNED??? 😒😒😒

30th december

don’t worry tia. everyone dies. eventually. 😋😋😋

anika doesn’t know how to use matches, apparently. 😐😐😐

oh tia. tumhara toh pappu ban gaya. 😂😂😂

dude these idiotic kapoor sisters. why can’t they just whatsapp their shadiness like the rest of us? 😒😒😒

svetlana looks much nicer in a bindi. 😗😗😗

it’s ridiculous to see jhanvi just reduced to handing tej files, when we know

she’s smarter than him at businessy stuff. fuck this garbage. 😒😒😒

today i learned: om has a kitchen garden. 😊😊😊

RUDRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! *tackles him in a hug* 🤗🤗🤗

lmao shivaay’s panicked little startle. i think he’s thinking of sahil’s jala hua tiffin box. 😂😂😂

pinky’s face tho. *snort* 😆😆😆

jesus christ anika, how the hell do you have a catering business when you cook like this? 😟😟😟

to be fair though, other than the fact that the paneer looks a little… CRISPY (burnt), it looks harmless. go on shivaay. have a bite. 😋😋😋

this he actually tastes, but two days ago, the spoon was hovering 3 feet away from his mouth? i don’t understand nakuul’s acting methods. 🙄🙄🙄

“bete se khaana cheenegi, BHOOK LAG RAHI HAI MUJHE!”

lmao what a fucking idiot. 😂😂😂

props to him for… lying FOR her, anyway? 😏😏😏

“bhaiyya!! yeah kaise bhookon ki tarah behave kar rahe ho!” *snort*

haha he ate all the paneer from it. such chichorapan. 😂😂😂

“AUR HAI??!??! i mean… AUR HAI!!!!” 😂😂😂😂😂😂

meanwhile svetlana di is still trying to unsuccessfully rein in tia, who’s champing at the bit. 😐😐😐

pffffffffft. consider this stomachache just desserts for the shitty thing you said a while ago. 😑😑😑

“paani bhi garam mat karna kyunki woh bhi jala dogi!”

snort. full disclosure. i haveeeee put on a pot of boiling water and forgotten about it and proceeded to burn the pan. BUT THAT WAS JUST THE ONE TIME, OKAY??? I’M QUITE THE MASTERCHEF OTHERWISE! 😇😇😇

when i feel like it. which is not often. left to my own devices, i mostly survive on popcorn and takeout. 😶😶😶

oh no. she’s gonna attempt a saira bano next. please don’t, anika!!! 😣😣😣

holy shit another dude with a chutiya choti. i got scared that daksh came back. 😱😱😱

oh prinku’s really on an outdoor trip???? lol i thought she was lying. 😆😆😆

ok who plays frisbee standing THIS close to each other??? 🙄🙄🙄

of course the shitty ACP is going to be in the woods. 😑😑😑

what’s with his stupid new wardrobe of all sleeveless??? he doesn’t have arms thaaaaat great that he needs to show them off. 😒😒😒

oh anika, don’t. don’t! you’re just going to… 😬😬😬

… aaaand there. knew that was gonna happen. 😐😐😐

acp seems to have given up his day job to be a full time rapey stalker now. what a fucking loser. 🙄🙄🙄

ok tia, that’s a fucking laaaaaarge pool of oil. be more conspicuous, girl. 😐😐😐

also, what a stupidddddd fucking plan this is.

lo. chandni bhi toot gayi. ffs anika, what the hell are you doing with your chappals that they have such short lives???? 🤔🤔🤔

who puts bananas in the fridge????? what is wrong with the oberois????? 😧😧😧

who this new servanttttt? he’s unusually hunky. kuch toh gadbad hai. 🤔🤔🤔

does tia just carry behoshi waale pills around with her at all times, coz she’s evil? 🙄🙄🙄

fwding through this coz i saw it all in the preview anyway. 😶😶😶

tia, you’re pregnant, should you be hauling a fully grown woman around??? 😕😕😕

lol, there she goes, in the fridgeeeeee. 😂😂😂

why’s the FRIDGE full of ice?? 😐😐😐

looks like shivaay’s anika sensor is on for a change. 🙄🙄🙄

jesus, tia. at least shut the curtains before seducing him??? the room has at least 2 full walls of glass. 😬😬😬

snort, anika did not anticipate that patidev would be more than happy to play along with her happily married schtick. 😚😚😚

[thebibliophagist]

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A summary of the first 20% because I care about you and I don’t want you to go through the torture I just did:

August: I’m going to take my ambiguously disabled friend Sam hiking!  With a full team of professionals!  Oh no, Sam is fine but I’ve sliced my whole hand open! Nashville: You don’t know me, but I’m a breathtakingly gorgeous trauma nurse!  OH DEAR!  You need stitches!  Please come to the hospital! August: Nope. Sam: Please go to the hospital. August: Nope. Sam’s mom: Please go to the hospital. August: Nope. August’s housekeeper: Please go to the hospital. August: Nope. August in the shower: Shit. There’s blood running into my eyes as I’m washing my hair. I guess I have to go to the hospital. August in the ER: Hi. I’m here to see Nashville. Receptionist: There’s a line. August: Too bad.  NASHVILLE!!! Nashville: Come on in! Receptionist: You can’t just take this random guy in because he’s hot. There’s paperwork and a line. Nashville: Hahaha, it’s okay.  I diagnosed him myself atop a mountain. He needs a CT scan.

August: Nope. Nashville: Yep. August: I’m afraid of hospitals. Nashville: I’ll hold your hand and prioritize you over all the people who are having heart attacks and who might actually die, mainly just because you’re so hot. August leaving the ER: It’s the middle of the night but I’m going to call my security guy and tell him to do a full background check on -- shit, I don’t even know her name -- that cute nurse. Security guy: Here’s your extensive background check, complete with this girl’s entire financial history. August: Oh, she’s poor! August calling Nashville: Hi, please come to my house. Nashville: Um. How’d you get my number? August: Haha, I’m rich. Nashville: But seriously. August: No really.  I get what I want because I’m rich.  Please come over. Nashville: Okay. Nashville arriving at August’s mansion: This is... excessive. August: Please work for me. Nashville: ??? August: I know your parents need money. Nashville: But how? August: Like I said, I’m rich. Nashville: But you’re, like, literally stalking me. August: Haha, yeah. I like to know about my employees. Nashville: But I don’t work for you. August: Yet. Nashville: Excuse me? August: I’ll double your current salary.  I know what it is since I stalked you. Nashville: What do you even need a nurse for?  And why the fuck are you so creepy? August: My dad’s live-in nurse conveniently retired on the same day that I met you. And please don’t swear even though I swear all the time. Nashville: Oh, okay.  Yeah, sure, let me put in my notice.  When can I start?

*...and Sara DNFs*

August is only a romantic hero because he’s hot and he’s rich.  If a gross old man did this, it would be stalking.  Police would be called.  Nashville would have never gone to his house and she certainly wouldn’t have agreed to work for him.  In real life, someone who acts like this would be murdering Nashville within minutes of her arriving at his house.

This is disgusting behavior and I am not here for it.  I can’t believe I had to read this with my own two eyes in 2017.

In addition to that, the writing is choppy and awkward.  It’s very much “This happened. This happened. I saw this.  Here are some adjectives.  And some more adjectives.  This is something else I saw.”  I’m not even kidding:

My eye catches the only piece of furniture that doesn’t fit in. It is an old piano that sits in one of the corners of the room. It doesn’t look like it has been used in years. There are a few pictures scattered on top of it. The room is decorated in blues and browns. The couch consumes half of the room. It is all-white and L-shaped with large cushions. On the wall hangs a gigantic television set. I suddenly feel completely out of place here. I start to fidget.

I can’t do this anymore.  I can handle a bad plot.  I can handle poor writing.  I can even handle a douchey hero.  But this book has all three, and I can’t do it.

No stars.

[byvenomssweetsting]

🌓 Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon

                                                   Acts XI - XII

He's checking his appearance to look good for Usagi.

Lol Usagi is the last to know about Mina's accident.

Is Artemis in her bag???

Mina is a busy little bee. How does she have time to be Sailor V?

Lol her Sailor V outfit was in there.

Artemis is near though.

Nephrite is on the money with his hypothesis.

Appearantly his name is Zoicite though lol.

So he's hunting for it due to the dreams.

I think this is the first time usagi's dad has been mentioned unless I missed it.

Lol Mako and her lies.

Their nurse desciges lol

This feels like a trap

I feel like she should have someone else designing the stuffed animals but maybe she likes being hands on?

Now I wanna do my nails

Mina is making her escape.

Lol Mina's not please by their prescences at the hospital.

Lol Mina isn't even there is she?

Oh wait she is.

Mina must think she's a complete dumb ass

Mako came prepared.

Time to go girls.

Artemis where are you hiding?

Mina must be so lonely :(

Oh shit they're getting attack by Ami and Rei

Lol tied up Luna

Ah he's in front of them in the flesh now

Mako is body-snatched

Tuxedo Mask to the rescue!

Aw couple-y vision

Lol he was so shook he had to leave.

Mina asking the hard hitting questions I see. For real though she should have thought of it sooner.

The actress playing Mina is really monotone at times.

Mina seems depressed so maybe what the actress is doing is intentional?

So she'll go back to hospital and stop the monster with Mina then.

This monster is a spider??

Crescent knife is neat.

I always love the horror movie vibes the body snatched peole give off. It's perfectly creepy.

Usagi is rocking those glasses and is reminding that I need knew glasses.

Oh fuck I thought they were in the clear.

Lol Mina thinks she's a real flop.

I kind of love it.

Lol damn everyone is trying to drag each other. Both the moon and dark moon sides.

Mamoru needs some asprinin like whoa.

Mina's outfit is so 2004.

Lol aw. She is relating.

I'm glad she's changing into something that is a superior '04 look.

Usagi can think  on her feet.

OMG @ there being a backdoor and Mina openly calling her dumb this time.

Lol "it's a rare find"

Lol I'm bad with word to Usagi. Also this is reminding me of when my brother said "shortcake" instead of "shortcut".

Aw a cute moment <3 Happy Minako :)

I swear I'm going to get these names down eventually.

Poor Zoicite he was getting closer to un-brainwashing himself only to get an "only me" charge up from Beryl.

Zoicite the zombie.

Lol the jump ropping.

This is when Sailor v will show up right?

Yep I was right.

Yessssssssssssssss

Finallllyyyy!

omg Artemis is finally here too

Lol I just noticed her tiara

Uh oh

Tuxedo Mask to the rescue.

Sailor venus's first attack.

omg omg

He said Endymon!!!!

Now zoicite is a rock.

They all are in aw over the Princess.