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Ishqbaaz Liveblog, E15: Annika Decides to Legally Adopt Saahil

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Hello guys, 

Yes I’m going to continue the rest of my liveblogs here at jalebi-likes because this is my extension of everything outside IPK so I felt it would be fitting for IB LBs to be here. 

And yes, I’m back with liveblogging Ishqbaaz - just with fewer memes cause it sometimes takes too much time to upload a post! @tellywoodtrash​ see I'm back because of you!

Enjoy my crazy lbs of IB! 

Best, 

- S

E15: Annika Decides to Legally Adopt Saahil (Annika Devi Ki Jai Ho!)

- CUTIE Soumya makes an entry.

- Ok I love Shivaay being lost at this sudden random person saying whaddup Bhaiya.

- Lol, Om is dying that Rudy has made a ‘friend’ here as well.

- Wah, she literally brought a band and started singing.

- OK I AM DYING BECAUSE THE INSTRUMENT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SONG. ALSO, SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT.

- Yeah… we’re having a a Hindi retro song and it’s effects out of a modern day mic and guitar. 

- Saumya is cute… very, but also aise rishte nate banane waale aa jaate hain? Stranger danger guys...

- LOL RUDY IS LIKE SHE’S NOT A WOMAN AND EVEYRONE’S LIKE WHAAAAT AND RUDY SAID NO… SHE’S AN ANGEL

- Not a fan of the sudden song

- ANOTHER AD

- THIS IS ANOTHER AD THAT ADVERTISES… HOSPITALS?

- Lol, I love how Om is like moment is gone, for how long should we keep hugging???

- Yes Annika, leave the home. I love you. 

- ANNIKA IS TOTAL SINGHAM! WAH, LOOK AT THE WAY SHE STOPPED THE SLAP. Uff, I love the bg music they use for Annika - they sometimes use it for Shivaay. I love it.

- HAHAHA, YES “IF I LEAVE YOUR HAND, YOU’RE FORGETTING MY HAND BECOMES FREE”

- Ugh, Bua stops Annika from leaving with Saahil cause she’s legal guardian.

- AHAHA YES THEY BOTH THREATEN BUAJI THAT IF SHE FORCES THEM TO STAY WITH HER THEN THEY’LL COMPLAIN TO THE POLICE THAT HER NEGLIGENCE, OR THAT SHE IS THE ONE WHO KIDNAPPED SAAHIL.

- My heart and soul are for this sibling pair!

- I love badass Annika. There’s no deep love/respect because one’s old - rather she’s done with Buaji’s bullshit and that’s perfect.

- Wah, Rudy totally forgot that Shivaay is the one who’s sick. He’s lamenting over missing gym day, dates and the exhaustion of staying up. Lol. 

- I LOVE ALL THE O SIBLINGS STOPPING SHIVAAY FROM ATTENDING ANY AND EVERY CALL!

- So that murder aunty villain is Shivaay’s Bua??? Are all the buas in this show a creepy person.

- Yes Shivaay, I really like you in non romantic stuff, I LOVE he smells something off about his Bua. He knows his current circumstances and Bua’s entry is a bit off. 

- AWW CANTEEN AUNTY GIVES SPACE TO ANNIKA TO LIVE!!!

- Yaar these 4 Lions Canteen Aunties are the best characters in every show. First Manju, now this show.

- WOW, 15 EPISODES AND ANNIKA STILL HAS AN INDEPENDENT LIFE TO LIVE! It’s so sweet that Annika wants to legally adopt Saahil. I love this. 

- Ugh, Shivaay yapping and cribbing why Annika was released from jail. Dude… why did you recover?

- I don’t like the on the nose job the show does through Om, Rudy and Dadi about “wow, Shivaay ‘hates’ a girl, wow he feels a strong emotion for a girl… oooooohhhhhhhhh”

- awww, baby Saahil is in pyaar with with some classmate. Ofc Annika knows how to tempt Saahil with samosas. 

- Ugh, she sees Shivaay in the papers and groans. 

- Poor Annika, she’s now stuck in a legal mess of legally adopting Saahil. 

- I love and I mean LOVE the bond between Annika and Saahil. 

- So cute! Saahil gives her a chocolate so as to she can have a good day :)

- I feel Pinky is gonna make sense. YES PINKY AND JHANVI BOTH HAVE A WTF FACE SEEING THE ‘BUA’

- Dadi is crazy, getting her daughter back into the family. 

- Maut ko niyota dena, as in ‘inviting death’ has never been so literal. 

- Haha I love how Pinky is openly shitting on the Bua. While Jhanvi is gibing her subtle dirty glares. 

- I love how both Jhanvi and Pinky are oddly united in their dislike for a common villain, which is their Nanand. 

- Tia, SHE IS SO CUTE AND IS LOOKING SO PRETTY. Tia… still thinking about engagement?

- Tia is so cute, I hate how Om shoots dirty glares at her like she’s not “right” for his bro.

- Great Shivaay, you lost the chip of Tej and Svetlana. Although I don’t blame him cause he had 2/3 murder attempts on same day. 

- And Annika is in a mess, poor thing misinterpreted some random police as the ones her Bua might’ve sent to get Saahil back.

- Woah, Shivaay is so useful when he has nothing to do regarding Annika. He remembers, POST ACCIDENT AND COMA, about a chip. Mera toh aadhi memory aise hi chali jaati hai. What nuts does he eat? I need to buy more badaam.

- Lol, the chip is with Annika. Ofc. Shivaay is even more pissed. Arrey bandhu yeh toh hona hi tha. 

- The End -

My two cents: I love the plot. It’s nice, honestly and the only thing that’s not working for me is actually the lead pair (not acting - Surbhi’s acing Annika), it’s that I don’t see why Annika and Shivaay should be together. They’re still better off in their individual lives. I’m waiting for when I’ll ship them. But overall, absolutely LOVE the sibling love, the plot lines, the villain, Annika’s life and everything. 

- S

[step-on-me-khun]

Hello, may I request the scenario where female reader is irregular (she didn't let anyone know even bam, khun AA, etc) from another world and that she climbs the tower in order to find a way to go back, but khun AA somehow finds out that she is irregular and doesn't want her to go back. Thank you ><

You had made your way up the tower with various other groups, wanting to get up as quickly as you could, hoping you maybe would be able to get back to where you wanted to be. 

But as the group's you traveled with dispersed, your own hope soon dwindled. You tried not to be put off by everyone leaving, but that was easy to think than to do. 

It was pure chance that you ended with your current team, you were alone before and little to no determination. But that didn’t stop you from going along with them, being a person who would give them advice and support when they needed it. 

It wasn’t really hard for you to strike up a conversation with anyone, but you got on well with Endorsi and Shibisu, and more or less everyone else. You just hoped that they wouldn’t be able to tell that you were a bit different. You wanted to keep the fact that you were an irregular from them so that it would be easier for you when you finally got the courage to leave. 

You were walking down the corridor, not noticing anything other than the floor, or the fact that Khun was walking on the opposite side, heading toward you. 

Khun got in front of you, stopping you from going any further. 

“Where are you going?” Khun asks, looking at your face. 

“I’m going to get some rest.” You explain. 

“But you hardly do anything,”

You sighed, closing your eyes, “you’re such a prick,” you quietly complain. He stood still, arms folded. Eyes still fixed on your face. “What do you want?”

“Nothing really,”

You moved to the side, trying to get yourself away from him. 

“I’m not in the mood for your bullshit,” you say, trying to rush away. 

His arm grabbed your wrist, you turned to look at him, concern was spread across his face. 

“I know you’re an irregular,”

Your eyes widened. This was something that surprised you, he wouldn’t really be the one to bring up something like this unless it benefitted the team and or Baam in any way, plus he’s a lightbearer, so it wouldn’t really be hard for him to find out. But you were hoping he would just keep to himself and not bring it up. So much for that. 

Your gazed fixed to the floor again, waiting for his grip to lighten and let you go. 

“So you’re not going to deny it?” Khun questioned. 

“It’s none of your business what I intend to do. When I find my way back, I will go,” you explain. 

“Don’t,” Khun says quietly. 

“Don’t what?”

You heard his breathing, what was it he wanted to say to you. 

“Please don’t think about leaving us,” he let go of your arm, you looked at him, confused. His own face stared at the floor. 

“Why are you so concerned about it?”

“Because you’re one of the team, you’re more helpful and needed than you think. you’re kind of like a light to us. Plus, you put others in their place, so, please don’t consider leaving us,”

Well, it was weird. You had never heard Khun let his feelings out, normally he would just be his normal smartass self. 

Maybe you had to reconsider everything. 

[melyaliz]

Chapter 2 Enter the SandMan

Masterlist 

Fandom: Marvel / X-men 

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x OC 

Summary: No matter when she goes to bed Gemma always feels exhausted when she wakes up. 

Notes: special thank you to all the support I have gotten so far on this fic. Gemma has been an OC I have had for some time now but always seem to struggle to tell her story (for some reason)

Also, I feel like not a lot of happening but I promise it will pick up.  

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They had been dealing with these mutants for over a year now. Not consistently but every once in a while they would pop back up. Only stealing weird stuff from power cells. Once they had stolen a whole truck full of household batteries (like AA and stuff). Another time they had broken into a string of car dealerships but only took the engines  

Regardless they would strike and then disappear just as quickly. 

Xavier had said that it was possible they had been causing crimes for longer but the X-men had only come upon them recently. 

Because of their mutant powers he had been worried they would ruin all the hard work he was doing to build a better world where Mutants and Humans could co-exist. They weren’t shy about using their powers both in a fight and when they were busy taking whatever they wanted. 

Peter had never really thought much about it. 

They were just more baddies they needed to fight. 

Until he met one of them on the bus.

Gemma

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Gemma yawned again rubbing her eyes as she turned on her boombox letting the music pulse through the room. James Hetfield’s gravelly voice filled her small bedroom as she changed from her work clothes into something more comfortable for bed. 

It was soothing, the energy pulsing from her speakers. Not that many people would call the tunes of Metallic soothing but she wasn't many people. Sitting down in front of the boombox she hummed along letting the manic sounds flow through her like sparks from a current. As weird as it was to say the fast-paced rhythm was calming she couldn’t explain it any other way. 

Getting up she threw herself down onto her bed letting out a low moan as she buried her head in her pillow. Closing her eyes letting sleep overcome her. Praying it would be a peaceful night. That her body would just rest. Just let her have one good night’s sleep. 

Was that too much to ask for? 

Apparently

Her dreams were filled with weird lights flashing behind her eyelids. Yelling and screaming. Flickers of energy flashing like lighting across her face as monsters with human faces she didn’t recognize danced around her. Their deformed bodies flickering back and forth as if the lighting itself was summoning them. 

And a silver-haired boy. 

Running around her faster and faster. Her headphones on his head.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up.” 

Gemma found herself laying flat on her back on the hard floor of her bedroom, her body unable to move as she looked up at her ceiling blinking a few times. Reality slowly seeped into her consciousness images from her dreams fading. 

All but one, a silver-haired boy.  

Well man really, but you know. 

“Maybe I need to stop playing music before I go to bed” she muttered sitting up rubbing temples trying to bring some feeling back into her body. It felt so numb and exhausting. As if she had just run for miles. Getting up she turned off the buzzing alarm on her clock before dragging herself into the bathroom to try and get herself ready for the day. 

“Morning!” Drew said as his older sister stumbled down into the kitchen looking like death itself. He would never say it to his sister but later she really didn’t seem… herself. “I made coffee,” the 12-year-old said, holding out a mug.

Gemma smiled gratefully taking it in her hands letting the warmth fill her body before taking a sip. “Ok but why are you the coolest brother ever?” 

Drew shrugged “It’s my gift.” 

“Oh, if only I could be as cool.”

“Maybe someday my young padawan”

“Teach me your ways yoda” Gamma chuckled already feeling the effects of the caffeine bringing her back to life. 

“Speaking of the best movie that has ever been made, are we still on for marathoning tomorrow?” 

“Don’t you have like, cool friends you want to hang out with?” 

“Yeah but my sister said she would make her sugar popcorn and I got a bunch of star wars themed snacks with that money you gave me.” As he said this he pulled out a box of C-3PO's cereal out of the cabinet. “I mean look at this,” 

“I mean, I know I want to hang out with you and quote Star Wars ad nauseam until our sweet dear parents make us turn it off or at least speak with inside voices but I assumed you had like… you know kids your own age you wanted to hang with.”

“It’s the summer we hung out all week. Weekends are our time.”

“Sounds perfect to me. I literally can’t wait.”

After a hearty breakfast of sugary themed cereal and coffee Gemma grabbed her bag and rushed off to the bus stop while Led Zeppelin cheered her on through her new headphones.  

Normally Gemma wasn’t one to really pay attention to the other patients on the bus. Keeping her head down and enjoying whatever mixed tape she had made that week. But as she walked onto the bus that morning she couldn’t help but notice a silver-haired boy sitting at the back. 

Was he stalking her? 

Naw probably just had the same route. 

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Peter was stalking her. All night he had rushed around unnoticed by the small family that resided in the house Gemma had entered.They were your classic American family. Two kids, a boy and a girl (if not a bit of an age gap) with loving parents. They said grace and talked about their days over a roast. 

Picture perfect. 

Besides the constant yawning, Gemma seemed happy. Smiling and engaging with them. Very polite and even seemed to care about the work story her father had to say or what drama Karen was causing in her mom’s sewing circle. 

Shit that Peter would have bashed his head in if he had to listen too. 

Shit, a villain like the woman he had fought wouldn’t sit through. Or at least with a genuine smile like the one Gemma wore. It was like she actually enjoyed family time. 

After dinner, they all watched some TV but Gemma had chosen to rest early. Going to her room where she blasted some music from her stereo turning around letting her hands hover just a few inches from the speaker. This was the first time he noticed any non-normal action from her. Just her standing there, eyes closed, head tilted back, mouth open slightly letting the music wash over her with her hands so close to the sound it was as if they craved it. 

After a few moments she removed her hands then walked toward her bed face-planting on the bed and promptly fell asleep. 

Which was his cue to leave. Yes, he was stalking her but he wasn’t a creeper. Time to find out who this weird girl was. 

A quick break-in and a couple photo books later and he learned she was a VERY average girl. Normal grades, all comments in her yearbook generic like “good luck” “rock on” with a few quotes from songs, all heavy rock and metal. (At least she had a good taste in music) 

There was one thing though, it looked like in her early years she had dark brown hair and eyes which slowly through her teens faded into the white hair and bright blue that she had now. Probably had something to do with her mutation. 

This also confirmed she was one of the four mutants.

Which was almost impossible to believe considering how generic and bland this girl’s life seemed.

It was a puzzle. 

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Their eyes met in that awkward “so should we act like we know each other or not’ look. In the light of day and (in the loosest term possible) rest, the silver-haired boy wasn’t bad looking. Large brown eyes and that laid back “whatever” attitude that Gemma had always fallen for in high school. 

But she wasn’t in high school anymore and he was just some weird guy on the bus.

Deciding to not engage she flashed him a half-smile before taking a seat in the middle of the bus. Ok, maybe she shouldn’t have smiled. But it was that christen upbringing engaged in her. 

Be kind to others.

Or some bullshit like that. 

“You forgot your headphones yesterday.” 

Gemma basically jumped out of her skin when the boy appeared out of nowhere now sitting next to her in the empty seat. Holding out small headphones in one hand for her to take. 

“I…” she checked behind her to confirm that the seat he had been in was empty, it was. “I didn’t forget them,” she said, turning her attention back to him. He smelled good, was that bad for her to think? But he did so maybe it was just more of a fact. Kind of like fun. He smelled like fun. Which shouldn’t have a smell… but if it did it would be how this boy smelled. 

He was still sitting there holding out the headphones for her, a look of confusion on his face. 

“I gave them to you.” she clarified, “So you could listen to some better music than Pink Floyd.” 

“Outch, what do you have against Floyd?”

She chuckled, shrugging, “Honestly I don’t, I just felt like razzing you.” 

The boy shrugged fighting back a smile, (was it ok to like this girl if she was a bad guy?) “Fair.”

Both of them sat in an awkward silence for a while. 

“Well this is my stop” the boy said as the bus slowed.

“Cool, bye” 

And like that he was gone. 

Weirdo.

Cute, but still a weirdo.

Not that she was really one to talk. She was VERY far from being normal. 

Turing up her music she leaned back in her chair letting it play as she held the cassette player in her lap trying to make sure she didn’t touch it with her hands. Sometimes her powers would drain electronics when she wasn’t paying attention, especially when she was tired. 

Tired. 

Why was she always so tired? 

Music playing through her head and thoughts of a silver-haired boy played around in her mind as the world rushed past her.

And that was the last thing she remembered. 

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[andrea-lyn]

anything with alex jealous of past Michael/male oc, maybe an old hook-up returns to roswell and alex is suddenly wearing his tightest shirts and skinniest jeans?

For months, the Wild Pony had been a dangerous place for Alex to set foot in. He might walk in and see Michael making out with Maria, or Michael tugging on the long-haired bartender’s ponytail to yank him in for a kiss, or a tourist from a passing town who happened to find their way into Michael’s lap. In those months post-Max, Michael really took to the whole ‘no encores’ with aplomb.

Maybe Maria would have been different, if she’d let it happen, but as soon as she’d cottoned onto Michael’s game, she opted out.

So it’s safe to be back, tentatively, because Maria’s put Michael on a one-night only restriction, with the provision that he isn’t allowed to pick up anyone new. “He’s going to give himself an STD,” she says, aggressively polishing the glasses. “I can’t believe you’re telling me you still love him,”

Alex shrugs, because it’s not something he can help.

He and Maria had talked it out over a bottle of tequila and it had ended with her resolute promise to respect Alex’s feelings, even if Michael didn’t seem to even understand what a feeling was, those days. She hadn’t been willing to let Michael use her and since Alex is in the same boat, it leaves them fast friends once more, sitting at the bar of the Pony and watching Michael wander in for his weekly allotted time at the bar.

“DeLuca. Manes.”

Alex tries not to let that sting, but he did go radio silent when he’d figured out that in the wake of Max’s death, Michael was trying to burn himself to the ground. He’s not going to walk away any longer, but he’s also not planning to step in with the fire extinguisher.

He has his own healing to do.

“Guerin,” Maria replies evenly. “Guy over there in the corner has been asking after you. I thought I told you no hookups,” she says sharply, gesturing to the hot guy in the booth, wearing a biker jacket and a pair of jeans that are so tight, Alex feels the sympathetic hurt.

Alex had noticed him when he’d walked in because he’d been checking him out, but Alex doesn’t really give random people much attention, not when he’s still trying to figure out his move with Michael to both let him know that he’s still interested, but that he also needs Michael to work on his bullshit.

Michael glances to the booth and raises a brow. “Shit,” he exhales. “I didn’t know he was back in town.”

Alex and Maria exchange a confused look as Michael ignores ordering a drink to go say hello to whoever the old friend is. They look close, which Alex is trying not to pay too much attention to.

He knows Maria will hold on to her rule about no hookups, but that doesn’t help when it looks like Michael is all buddy-buddy with the guy, leaning into his touch. They might not be looking to hook up tonight, but Alex has the feeling that they definitely have in the past.

Alex forces himself to turn back around, reminding himself that it’s none of his business who Michael used to sleep with or who he’s sleeping with now. If Michael doesn’t want to date or do anything, Alex doesn’t get to insist otherwise. It’s not his turn to make demands.

Maria offers him a sympathetic look and a warning nod, which is all he gets before Michael’s at the bar with his friend at his side.

“This is Murphy,” Michael introduces him, clapping him on his back. “He and I worked on Foster Ranch two summers ago,” he says, letting his eyes slide over Murphy’s chest, pushing a long exhalation out past his cheeks. Alex’s jealousy is starting to spike off the charts, because he thought he was the only one who made Michael react like that. “We had a great summer, didn’t we?”

“Definitely great,” Murphy agrees, voice low. “You working the ranches this year?”

“Nah, got a new gig at the junkyard…”

Alex tunes them out and drinks, noticing how Michael doesn’t introduce either him or Maria to Murphy, which means that he must have already told them. “Well,” Murphy says, voice low, “You should stumble out to the ranch sometime. Maybe we can get into some of that old trouble.”

Alex clears his throat, pushing off his stool.

“You don’t have to go…”

“No, I’m good,” Alex says firmly. “Just taking a bathroom break,” he says, because he wouldn’t leave Maria here alone to deal with this either, even if she had been fairly clear about how Michael’s downward spiral had done a good job shattering any deeper feelings she’d been starting to develop for him.

Apparently, the truth of Michael’s life and his antics are enough to sway any sane person away from him. It’s a shame that Alex lost that ability ten years ago when he’d first fallen in love.

He spends half an hour collecting himself before he heads back out to the bar, ignoring Michael and Murphy at the pool table. There’s a shot of whiskey waiting for him and a mirroring one in Maria’s hand. “Here’s to our bad taste. I wish it wouldn’t linger in your mouth so long,” she says. “I met this great new guy through Liz,” she says. “Maybe she could hook you up?”

Alex shakes his head, a disappointed look on his face. “I’m still in love with him,” he admits. “For better or worse.”

Hearing the drunken slurs of Michael’s speech behind him, it’s definitely been for worse these days.

*

The next week, Alex knows he should go anywhere other than the Pony on Michael’s night, but that feels weirdly like losing. He can hear Kyle’s voice in his head telling him that it’s not a war, but it sure as hell feels like one. There’s no guarantee that Murphy will be there tonight and he still isn’t in control of what Michael wants to do.

He suspects the last thing he’s going to do is drop everything and come beg for Alex to give them a chance, but none of that matters.

Even if nothing is going to happen, he’s not going to passively sit there and let Murphy get all of Michael’s attention. He takes care that night when he dresses, putting on the pair of skinny jeans that he knows flatters his ass best, along with a long-sleeved shirt that stretches against his shoulderblades when he shifts. He adds just a hint of eyeliner to the lids of his eyes, runs gel into his hair, and puts on a pair of combat boots along with his leather jacket.

He looks good. He knows he looks good.

Alex isn’t even sure why he’s doing it, because it’s not like Michael had been making out with Murphy in that booth. There had just been the implication that something had happened in the past, but Alex knows how Michael looks at people that he wants and it hadn’t been hard to see.

He takes one last look in the mirror even though he knows he looks good, then he heads for the Pony.

Maria gives him a knowing look, rolling her eyes. “I’d say that you’re addicted, but here I am instead of sending out my bartender,” she says, with a hopeless shrug. “I, however, am not wearing my very best. Can you even sit in those?”

“We’re going to find out,” Alex says, inching down onto a stool because he’s not sure if they’re going to end up splitting at the seams. Maria brings them both beers and they get to gossip, trying to avoid Michael’s name even though they both know why Alex is dressed up like that.

For pride, for himself, for whatever reason he wants to say, he wants Michael looking at him.

Unfortunately, as the hours pass, it doesn’t seem like he’s coming. “Maybe he discovered AA,” Maria suggests.

“Or someone else’s bed,” Alex replies miserably, turning on the stool to get up, wishing that Michael didn’t keep spiraling like this. What he’s not expecting to see is Murphy standing in the door of the Wild Pony, a wary look on his face. Alex nods to get Maria’s attention. “What’s he doing here?”

Actually, the question he wants to know is ‘what’s he doing here without Michael?’

“Alex Manes?” Murphy asks, walking over to him.

“Yeah?”

“Michael’s outside,” Murphy says, looking him over with a soft huff. “Okay, I get why he’s still sitting in his truck.”

Alex exchanges a confused look with Maria. This whole thing is weird, because Michael’s ex-something is currently looking for him and Alex has absolutely no idea what the fuck is going on. “Sorry, what the hell is happening?”

“Michael’s outside in his truck. I caught him on my way in, he said to come talk to Alex Manes, see if he’d go outside and talk to him there.”

Alex gives Maria a wary look, not sure what’s happening. He’s not sure he likes it either, because this kind of sounds like the start of him being kidnapped, but what’s the alternative? He just ignores it? He finishes his beer and gestures to his seat to give to Murphy, who seems all too happy to sit down and flirt with Maria (and his friend, traitor, pushes Alex to go see what’s wrong, occupying Murphy with conversation).

He wanders outside to see Michael parked in the corner. If he thinks about it, he kind of thinks he’d been parked there when Alex had turned up, even.

Walking over, he leans his forearms on Michael’s rolled-down window, raising both his eyebrows. “I was summoned?”

“Yeah. Fuck,” Michael hisses. “It’s even better up close.”

His brows creep up even higher, which he didn’t think they could do. Alex gives him a speculative look and wonders how much Michael’s had to drink or whether he’s been hitting the acetone too hard. He sighs and leans forward on his forearms, giving Michael a wary look. “What the hell is going on?”

“I know,” Michael starts, his voice low and rough, “I know I’ve been kind of shitty lately.”

“Slutty or shitty?”

“Come the fuck on, you’re gonna get pissed at me for sleeping with people? I’m not with anyone,” Michael protests and Alex holds up his hands to allow it to slide because Michael’s right, it’s not like anyone is dating. “So, I’ve been shitty lately and drinking too much and yeah, maybe I’ve been a little free and loose with the sex, but then Murph comes back to town and you turn up tonight looking like that…”

Alex feels his heart clench in his chest. Maybe it’s because he can hear the turmoil in Michael’s voice.

“Do you wanna go for a ride?”

“We can’t just pretend things are fine because I wore one decent pair of jeans?” Alex protests quietly, even though every ounce of him wants this. Why else would he dress up like this, if not for this specific end goal?

Michael shrugs, looking sad and pathetic. “I know,” he admits. “Murphy told me I needed to get my head out of my ass, that I had people who cared about me, as friends.” Alex knows he cares a whole lot more, but he lets Michael speak. “So, I’m saying let’s go for a ride and talk. Tomorrow, maybe you can wear that really soft black sweater and we can talk. And the day after that,” Michael says, reaching for his cowboy hat to set it on the dash, “you could wear anything you want and we can talk then, too.”

Alex’s smile softens and he nods, gesturing to the passenger seat. “That seat taken?”

“Only by you.”

So Alex, despite all his better senses, gets in. They do talk. What’s more surprising is that they only talk, but it’s good. It’s clear Michael is still wildly fucked up, but that’s okay too. Alex isn’t exactly a shining paragon of mental health these days either.

They talk. They go for more rides and they keep talking.

It’s not three nights later. It’s not three weeks later. It’s three months later when they go for a ride, but at the end of it, Alex decides to wear nothing at all when they get back to the cabin. From the look on Michael’s face when he wanders inside and sees Alex laid on the bed in the moonlight, he feels fairly confident that Murphy over at the dairy isn’t going to be getting any attention this season.

That’s more than fine for Alex, who’s coming around to the ‘better’ part of ‘for better or worse’ these days.

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 05.09.18 lb

... so zero resolution to that conversation yesterday??? 

i suppose there was nothing more to be said. 

but man, i’m kinda bitter at anika’s accusations. all mohit was doing was fussing over nancy. shivaay jumped out of a building and walked into one that’s on fire, and then electrocuted himself for this chick here, and she has the gallll to be like oh nancy is so lucky just because mohit is fucking toweling her hair or some shit????? 

anyway...

ouff bed and sofa issues again. itnaaaa bada bed toh hai. just both of you sleep on it and stick to your sides. 

or do you not trust yourself to do that, shivaay? 

lmaooooo shivaay, so she literally gets the WORST part of having a husband? “obeying” one? fuck off, that’s not what she wants. 

OMG OMG OMG OMG THEY’RE PLAYING OLD O JAANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ASDKJFKJSDH I AM ACTUALLY EMOTIONAL!!!!!!!!! I LOVE OLD O JAANA SO MUCHHHHHHHH

WHY IS SHE SUCH A CREEPY STARER?????????? STOP IT ANIKA. IT’S WEIRD.

there’s someone actually monitoring the cctvs of the house???? 

the images on the screens make no sense though. there’s multiple shots and angles of the living room, some where the lights are on, some where they’re off, so fucking random. 

also, as we’ve long suspected, there ARE cameras in shivaay’s room. but it’s currently showing it as lit up and empty. which is not the case. 

yeah i’d get these cameras looked into if i was you guys.

guess khanna’s not the only nikkamma security staff. they’re all idiots.

oh hello shady person aka mohit. 

lmaoooooooooooooooooo whut? also, what does this accomplish? only the display is damaged. the cameras are still doing their things. 

EEEEEEEE TIME FOR #RIKU OF THE DAY. 

lmao “taj ki titli paani mein kya giri, humare toh poore plan pe paani phir gaya.”

gauri’s hair is so big today. (because it’s full of secrets.) 

caught by di!!!!!!!! 

lol their faces. 

priyanka very valiantly taking the fall for her lady love. 

lol how cute, their excitement that di liked it. 

“par dobara aisa mat karna.”

lolololol at gauri’s “hein???” 

ohhhhhhhhh boy, even these two are getting the bullshit kismat waala lecture. 

lmao she’s giving it to the wrong ppl though, coz these two are kismat writers. they’re not gonna stop meddling. 

JIJU AAYE NAHI, GAURI NE TURANTTTTT PALTI MAARI. INSTANTLY PLAYING IN HIS TEAM AND THROWING HER OWN SISTER UNDER THE BUS. 

i don’t even give a fuck about what’s happening in this scene coz again, they’re playing old o jaana and aaaaaaaaaaah. love ittttttttt. 

ok no lemme rewind and focus. 

“buraai kar rahi thi meri?”

“kyun, itna bhi haq nahi hai mera?’ 

LMAOOOOOOOOOO PRINKU’S FACE AND THE WAY THAT CHESHIRE CAT GRIN JUST GREW. 

gauri can play on team jiju all she wants, but prinku is most definitely on team bhaabi with the rest of her siblings.

“khanna tum jab bhi aate ho, koi na koi problem lekar aate ho, aaj kaunsi nayi baat hai...” 

lmaooooooo wtf. it’s not HIS fault you live in a house of horrors and every single person in the world wants to murder you???? 

oh so you dgaf about your family and their safety, just the guests’ safety????? 

lo aa gaya apna jaadugar saiyaan. 

aur uski corpse bride. 

the newspaper’s name is BREAKING NEWS OF INDIA. snort. 

titli’s face isn’t changing one bit from that placid smile even as her husband talks about how she was harassed. lord. 

when you surprise SHIVAAY with your stories of phenking things... that’s rare. you win, for the day. 

tag yourself. i relate to prinku the most here. 

lmao wow titli’s face changed. from bland smile at sexual harrassment, to this stone face of appreciation. 

ugh can they stop with this “taj ki titli” garbage. it sounds ridiculous. 

every time mandana talks, my brain just starts playing elevator music. 

anika needs to get over this weird idealized crush she has on them as a couple. 

yes, please leave, mohit; you’re very annoying. 

god anika, please also get over this obsession you have with his magic. 

ugh why is he so extraaaaaaaa and weirddddddd?????? 

is shivaay jealoussssssssss of anika’s winning smileeee at paraaya mard? 

lol nope, just suspicious of iske dimaag mein kya chal raha hai.

godddddddd one jaadugar was not enough ki ab anika bhi ussi mein lag gayi hai. 

they’re really bringing back alllll the OU music and i’m so happy. 

LMAO @ ANIKA TRYING TO DO MAGIC WITH A BELAN. 

kaash hermione yahaan hoti to correct her pronunciation. ( “it’s not jhingalalahoo, it’s jhinGAA-LAAlahoo.”)

wow, jhingalalahoo is the spell to summon a husband! who knew?????

“kya kar rahi thi tum?”

“jadoo.”

“woh toh tum waise bhi karti ho.” 

OUFF. WHAT A LINE. WHAT A FUCKING LINE. AND THIS MAN THINKS HE’S NOT IN LOVE WITH HER???????? WHAT A DUMBASS. 

... so a google search was all it took to dispel her impression of magic. 

MAN THIS GROWNASS 35 YEAR OLD MOTHERFUCKER THINKS MAGIC, ESPECIALLY THE AMATEUR BS THAT MOHIT’S BEEN DOING, IS A CHAMATKAAR? 

hey remember when just like 2 months ago, OU shivaay busted siddhi maaiii? i miss him and his rational mind now. 

ughhhhhhhhhhh pyaar ka jadoo. literally fuck offffffffff anika. 

ohohoho, he’s one of those “love is a neurochemical con” kinda ppl. like me. BUT DON’T BE LIKE ME, SHIVAAY. LOOK WHAT A PRETTY WIFE YOU HAVE. I WOULD BELIEVE IN LOVE IF I WAS MARRIED TO SOMEONE THIS PRETTY.

“aap maane ya na maane, lekin jadoo ek din sar charh ke bolega.” 

another one of anika’s challenges. 

and he’s scared. coz so far, he’s lost all of them. every single one. 

MOHIT MOHIT MOHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. OUFFFFFFFF. GO FORCE-MARRY HIMMMMMMMM IN THE MANDIR THEN. 

lol aw, him mirroring her hand pat with his belan. too cute!

great, she’s started snooping around mohit’s room. 

GOD SHE’S SOOOOOOOOO NOSY. JUST RANDOMLY OPENING UP ANYONE’S SHIT. 

great, nancy hasn’t learnt her lesson and is fucking around with her magic shit next to the pool again. 

god the setups to lead shivaay into temptation with this zinda laash. soooooooo contrived. 

we already know what’s gonna happen. compromising situation, but anika and her andha vishwaas on his nirdoshta and maasoomiyat will not believe and all this will be pointless. 

SHIVAAY YOU’RE SUCH A DUMBASS. "SOUNDS GOOD LET’S DO IT.” HONESTLY. 

anika you are ruuuuuuuuuuuuude as fuck. who just goes through someone else’s stuff like this??????

lmao the shivika fangirls are nottttttttttttttttttttt going to be happy with this track. i don’t think shivaay’s ever cavorted like this with anyyyyyyyy other “temptation” in the show ever. 

ouffffffff ainvayi ka red herring. i reallllllllllllly don’t care about this bs. 

lmao this poor dumb son of a bitch and his denial. may the lord give him the strength to work through it quickly. 

ISHQ HAI AANSOON ISHQ HAI NAGHMA ISHQ SUKOON HAI RAAHAT HAI. 

NO YOU KNOW WHAT A SUKOON AND RAAHAT IS???? THIS SONG. PLEASE GOD NEVER STOP PLAYING IT I BEG OF YOU. 

god she’s literally soooooooooooooo cute. 

OMFG NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT WHY IS GAURI PULLING A POOJA FROM HAHK AND FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS ADSLKJFLSDKJFLSDKJF

SAME SHIVAAY, SAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

oh thankkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk god she’s okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

WHY DON’T YOU FUCKERS BELIEVE IN THE CONCEPT OF TAKING PEOPLE TO A HOSPITAL??? 

oh greatttttt the servants are in for it. 

mohit ko raat ki chai yeh kyun de????? ghar mein itne naukar toh hai. tujhe itna shauk hai toh tu jaake de. 

“aapko chehra bhi padhna aata hai?”

“sabka nahi. kissi kissi ka.” 

GOD SHIVAAY. JUST TELL HER YOU LOVE HER. 

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HE RUINED IT WITH THAT DOST SHIT AGAIN. 

iske baad zindagi mein anika kissi se bhi “dosti” nahi karegi. she’ll have grown sick and tired of the concept itself. 

oufffffffff anika, just accept his nice gesture and the sentiment behind it. stop lecturing him on shaadi. fucking hell man, i try so hard to be on your team and you just... 

he should watch his khud ka cctv ka footage. then maybe he’ll see what a lovesick fool he is for his “dost”. 

yup, nancy is full on chance pe dance maarofying on shivaay tomorrow. 

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy it’s looking like a veryyyyyyy rapey situation the way he’s struggling. WHY IS THIS FUCKING SHOW LIKE THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS????? 

[overclocksaa]

anon / Hello, was it ever mentioned in comics whether or not Tony suffered from alcohol withdrawal during his captivity? Was he even held a captive in the comics? How does his origin differ in the comics? 

so...i’m gonna quote tony directly from his soberversary meeting in invincible iron man vol. 1 (well, technically vol. 2 but marvel did their legacy numbering bullshit and things get confusing so for ease of finding) #500.1 “what it was like, what happened, and what it’s like now”.  it’s kinda...couched in evasive language bc he says later he kept it as vague as he could because you lose people when you get into the fin fang foom of it all and it’s an aa meeting where you know, he’s not supposed to be called out as being who he is (which is a really famous face), but basically:

“i...ah...so a little while after school, i go into the family business and find myself kind of ambushed.  i thought i knew the job better than they did, and they were gonna make me pay for it.  you know how it goes.  i got...partnered up with this old guy on this one particular project.   sort of a matter of life and death for us both.  we had these...really...overzealous...micromanagers watching over us constantly.  they wanted us to do things one way, but we wanted to do things our way, there was all this secrecy and hiding...and i hadn’t been sober at this long a stretch since high school.”

“it was...it was the first real test of my professional life.  it sucked. but we dug in, the old guy and me, and figured out how to make it work in spite of everything...and we ended up on top of the other guys and ran the show.  for the first time in my life, i found something i loved doing.  i found a...a calling, i guess.  you think i’d have made the link between not drinking and finding a purpose in life, but that wouldn’t occur to me for a while.”

things to note and remember about this, however is: + when tony refers to high school, he’s talking about being like...13/14, because he started college at 15. + he finished mit at 17 and then spent a semester at cambridge on his own dime. + after school and taking over the family business means when howard and maria died in a car crash (which has, again i’ll point out, not a damn thing to do with bucky barnes - who was never hydra and never a super soldier, bucky was in cryo at the time bc this would be around the late 90s), and it also means tony was around 21. + he was taken captive at 22/23, depending on how long a stretch you think he ran solo as iron man (which wasn’t very long at all, it’s pretty much all but 1000% confirmed tony was 23 when he became iron man/the avengers were formed with the addition of the sliding timescale). + he was taken captive, yes, absolutely.  i’ve said it before that im1 was really the only marvel movie that held to the true spirit of 616 if not exact details.  but i also understand that marvel is an umbrella for a multiverse and that literally every universe is different and pretty much disconnected from the others.  it’s a thing right now in the current avengers run that every tony stark in existence is important and will be needed, so uh.  rip earth-199999, i guess. + the ten rings as a group does not exist in 616.  he was captured by a group led by a guy named wong-chu, thrown in with ho yinsen (who saved him) and together he and yinsen built the first iron man armor and yinsen died in the escape attempt.  the ten rings - in 616 - are literal alien tech rings used by the mandarin (who is tony’s arch nemesis in 616) and the mandarin’s son temugin.  those two things aren’t even a little connected.  like there’s a whole thing where the mandarin was indeed involved with extremis at one point but the story of extremis is really different, too, and i’ve talked about that here.

anyway, so this is how it goes.  tony at the beginning was a heavy social drinker and a bit of a party animal.  he talks about in a comic way, way back when he’s rebooting out of death, how he lived real fast those two years in between maria and howard dying and his being taken captive, how he partied hard, looked for adrenaline rushes, etc.  but while he was most certainly a budding alcoholic, at that point it really hadn’t gotten to the point where it was all that mattered.  that came later, after the stress of working a 50+ hour work week as tony stark, and pulling full time duty as iron man, and then this whole thing with obadiah stane and indries moomji pushing tony even deeper into drinking and ultimately causing him to lose his company and entire life, basically, entirely.  it just fell apart.  steve ends up rescuing him from a burning building.  rhodey ends up taking tony home to his mom in philly to try to help him sober up and he ends up running.  ends up living on the streets of new york for several months, in his words, “i had no job, no money, no power, no girls.  just the sauce and whatever i had to do to get more of it.  i was homeless, living dollar to dollar, drinking myself into oblivion, coming to, and doing it all over again.”

he hooks up with a woman named gretl anders - who was also mostly homeless, though they would get like...hotel rooms when they could afford them - and was also an alcoholic.  she was pregnant (it’s also clear timothy - the kid’s name - is not tony’s child), and they got caught in a blizzard (worst one in 50 years) with nowhere to go, and she goes into labor.  tony helps her deliver the kid and she passes, and he stays alive basically by sheer will to keep the baby alive until they’re found by some cops and taken to the hospital.  kid pulls through just fine, tony spends some time in the hospital recovering from hypothermia, class-a cirrosis, hep-c, and frostbite.  fun!  

but amanda, you might be saying, what does that have to do with his origin?  well, it’s important to know how tony’s alcoholism progressed. to understand that trying to live a double life (because his identity was a secret - not even the avengers knew tony stark was iron man because before his heart transplant he was super scared he’d get kicked off the team and after it was just habit and he constantly debated putting iron man down permanently for a long while) and the stress of that pushed him into drinking more and more.  he says himself, “so, anyway, everything was going great.  and whenever anything real happened, or i accidentally felt something, i just poured booze on it until it stopped.”

also you have to understand that tony is actually diagnosed with major depressive disorder, has suicidal ideation, and chronic anxiety.   there’s tons of comorbidity there.

so, to put it in a bite-sized, easily digestible form:  tony was indeed well on his way to full blown alcoholism by the time he was captured, yes.  but you have to understand that in 616, his finishing college → howard and maria dying in a car crash → him taking over the family business → being captured happened at the ages of 18 → 21 → 23, in very quick succession as compared to earth-199999 when he was almost 40 when he became iron man.  he didn’t have as long to run off the leash and was buckled down into responsibility very early on.

like...for all practical purposes, tony is a completely different character in 616, he’s not really flighty (he doesn’t miss work, he doesn’t skip out of meetings except for iron man things and in a lot of cases does it by phone while he’s actually in a fight, it’s a thing), he’s a lot more serious, a lot more prone to awkward rambling.  he’s funny, yes, but most of his humor is incredibly self-depreciating and built on his being awkward.  his nicknames are gentle.  he’s kind of gentle until you manage to spark his prodigious temper and then he just gets downright cold.  he’s just...very different.  and a lot of that has to do with the fact that he was captured and became iron man so young.  it shaped him early on and brought out like...parts of his personality that howard tried to crush in him like his being soft and kind and generous and emotional.  (tony still hates being like...overly emotional in front of people and he still hates people seeing him cry because he has to be in control at all times but howard wasn’t able to get him to stop.)   shield had fuck all to do with the formation of the avengers, they formed on their own (and was a bit of a different line up; it was hank pym, janet van dyne, bruce banner, thor/donald blake, and tony).  the avengers found cap, not shield (which makes a huge impact on steve and tony’s relationship because they immediately imprinted on each other the first three minutes after steve had thawed).  like the whole story is different, and i believe a lot of that has to do with the fact that tony was so very young when all of this hit him one right after another, because his time playing rich playboy was cut extremely short due to being captured and being terminal with a heart condition.  basically it’s because he’s been iron man pretty much his entire adult life, he didn’t have a chance to be otherwise the way, say, tony from earth-199999 did.  so that’s really the difference, in tony’s origin, instead of being something that happened later in life, his origin story has actually shaped his life in its entirety.  he’s been iron man so long i don’t think he’d know how not to be iron man now.