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kybabi · 3 years

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you should do a part two of the hoodie jealousy thing w other members !!😋

reacting to their s/o wearing another guy’s jacket

w/ kita, atsumu, and akaashi!

part 2!

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(a/n: PLS I LOVE THIS PROMPT SM ugh i just want them to be real :’) but anyways thank you sm for requesting this; you didn’t specify which characters so i did a few of my favs!

also sorry i didn’t post anything yesterday lmao i passed out in the shower HAHAJDK SORRY)

kita

you’ve always loved wearing your boyfriend’s hoodies

they’re soft and warm and they smell like him

neither of you know how many times you’ve stolen his hoodies and honestly you don’t care to count

but to kita, it was getting annoying, as he kept losing his jackets, and soon enough he wouldn’t have any for himself, which he expressed to you

you were saddened, as wearing his clothing was comforting to you, but if it made him uncomfortable you decided you would stop

but today you’ve forgotten a jacket at school, and while kita’s looks warm and cozy, you remember that it annoys him

but during class, your seat partner nudges at you and asks if you’d like to borrow his, as you look cold

you accept happily :)

kita sits down next to you and opens his lunch, holding it out to you as an offering, and you oblige happily, picking up some rice and meat and putting it in your mouth. you hum happily.

for your own lunch, you’ve packed some miso soup and some rice, which is perfect for a cold day. you take a little sip of your soup , snuggling into the sweatshirt and sighing contentedly.

kita looks over at you, not recognizing the hoodie you’re wearing. he tugs gently at the fabric.

“y/n, have you always had this?” he asks curiously.

“oh, no, i just forgot to wear one today, so my classmate gave me his! it’s much softer and bigger than mine at home, anyways,” you note absentmindedly.

something foreign and bitter stirs in kita’s gut at seeing you in the offensive item, and he shifts uncomfortably. he swallows.

“why didn’t you ask for mine if you forgot one?” he asks, voice quiet.

“oh, don’t worry about it, i knew you would say no! i remembered what you said earlier, and it would be inconsiderate to ask you again,” you reply, hoping kita would appreciate your thoughtfulness.

“right,” he mutters, and turns back to his lunch.

in his head, shinsuke knows you’re just being kind, and the thought that you remembered his words makes him happy. it’s a very logical thought, and he doesn’t blame you for thinking of him in this way. but still..

it’s such a strange feeling, the way his emotions are stirring up in him, but he wishes you wouldn’t go to another man when you needed something. that’s why he was there, after all. to be there for you. and now it just feels like he failed at that.

he turns to you. “would you like to wear my sweatshirt instead?”

“no, baby, it’s okay. i know i’ve been a little overboard with everything, so i don’t mind asking other people!” you reassure him.

that did not work as i had hoped, he thinks. he tries one more time, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and handing it to you bluntly.

“shin—”

“please wear mine. and keep asking for them, too. as your boyfriend, it is my duty to provide for you. please see this as an extension of my affection,” he explains.

you stare at him, baffled.

and then you just laugh.

“you’re so cute, shin,” you giggle, pulling the sweater over your head and pulling the sleeves past your fingertips. “i love you.”

he smiles softly, the sight rare.

“and i love you.”

atsumu

a few days ago, you and atsumu got into a little argument😀

“babe, it’s not my fault that other girls are so jealous of you. maybe if you didn’t keep parading around in my hoodies then—”

“so i cant even wear your HOODIES anymore?”

“look babe, i’m just saying that you can’t expect to not get hate when you wear them😐”

the two of you made up, of course, but you decided maybe he was right

so you stopped asking for them, resorting to wearing your own for now

he hasn’t noticed yet

but today you forgot to bring a jacket with you, and instead of asking for his like usual, you managed to borrow another guy’s, and that’s when he finally realized :D?!

“y/n. what the fuck was that?”

“huh?”

atsumu sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as you pull the hoodie over your head.

he had been waiting for you after class, only to see you talking to one of your male classmates, who proceeded to hand you his sweatshirt, which you are currently putting on.

“why are you wearing that?!” he whispers loudly, exasperated. your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“what do you mean why am i wearing this? i was cold,” you say, shrugging, and continue your path down the hallway.

“but—” he pouts childishly, running to catch up with you.

“but what? i think i like it better this way; less of your fangirls chase after me everyday,” you laugh absentmindedly.

“i didn’t mean it like that!” he whines, tugging at the sweatshirt.

“i know, baby. but i figured you were right, and this one fits me just as well, don’t you think?” you say, twirling. he deflates.

the two of you sit down, taking out your lunches. the entire time you eat, he’s sneaking glances at you. you’ve been practically cuddling the fabric all of lunch, and it’s making him restless. then you nose against the collar of the hoodie, inhaling the scent there, and he loses it.

“just wear mine already, damn it!” he sneers, pushing his sweatshirt into your arms, painfully obvious in his jealousy. you freeze.

“i know you don’t like that people pester you about it, but i like when you wear my clothes. i just want people to know that you’re mine, okay?”

his face has gone completely red, and he’s never looked so adorable before. you take in the sight before he’s bowing his head and muttering something that sounds like a never mind.

you giggle, and pull the sweater over your frame. he looks up at you, still a little flustered at his own outburst. at the sight of you wrapped in his clothing he relaxes.

“thanks,” he mumbles, embarrassed.

you snuggle up to him affectionately, putting your head under his chin and sighing.

“you know, if you were jealous, you could’ve just said so,” you tease.

“SHUT UP!”

“love you.”

“...i love you too.”

akaashi

your boyfriend always let you borrow his hoodies if he had one on him

even if it was the only one he had, he would give it to you

even if he knew he’d be cold for the rest of the day, he made you wear it

but today was different

you forgot your jacket at home, assuming akaashi had brought one for you to borrow anyway

however, when you got to school, you noticed he wasn’t wearing a jacket

and when you had asked him, he’d said, “sorry baby, i had to lend it to a friend. she said she’ll have it back to me by next period, though.”

your heart sunk at the thought of him giving his jacket to another girl, and you turned away to hide your disappointment

you figured you’d just borrow someone else’s for today

akaashi is waiting for you outside your class, there to pick you up for lunch.

you see him, your eyes lighting up, and you walk over to greet him. you’re about to give him a hug before he motions for you to stop, noticing the new hoodie you’re wearing.

“hey, where’s you get that?” he asks, head tilted in a question.

“oh, my friend gave it to me! he said it’d be a little big on me, but i think i like it this way,” you reply.

“oh. uh,” keiji mutters. “i got mine back, if you wanted to wear mine instead..”

“i’m okay, babe. thanks for asking though!”

you start walking, leaving him dumbfounded. you’ve never refused to wear his clothing before?

when he catches up to you and you guys sit down in the library to eat, he looks at you.

“hey, you always wear my hoodies. is something different today?” he asks, nervous. what he really wants to ask is, did i do something wrong today? he doesn’t, though.

your mood seems to grow a little agitated at that, though it’s obvious you’re trying to hide it. he gets even more nervous at that.

“well, no offense, but i didn’t really feel like wearing something that smells like another girl, thanks,” you mutter, jealous.

“what do you mean?” he asks, genuinely confused.

you scoff, frustrated.

“well, you wouldn’t give me your sweatshirt because you’d already given it to another girl to wear, so excuse me for not wanting it back.”

oh, he thinks.

“baby, i didn’t give it to her to wear,” he replies.

“what?”

“she needed design inspiration for her sewing class, and she happened to like the one i was wearing, so i gave it to her for a period,” he explains. you stare at him, and then bury your face in your hands.

“y/n? you okay?”

you sigh.

“i’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” you mumble. he just laughs.

“‘s okay. it’d make me feel better if you wore it now, though.”

you look up at him to see him smiling softly at you, and you nod happily.

after you’ve pulled it on and crawled into his lap, you nose at him affectionately.

“you were so jealous,” he teases. you gasp.

“WHAT? so were you?!”

“yeah,” he whispers, not arguing, and your face goes red. you hide in his shirt. “i love that you’re mine.”

you sigh contentedly.

“me too.”

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hwavsg4ch4n · 2 years

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Joker!minho X innocent!reader?

OUUUU I LIKE THIS!!! Thank you so much for the request!!

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Warnings/tags: fem!reader, innocent!reader, soft joker!minho, caregiver!minho, boyfriend!minho, gore, implied murder, abuse, toxic relationship, flashbacks, suggestive, mentioning of another member (Chan), mentions of drugs, substance abuse, petnames.

Due to tumblr being mean to me, some parts are heavily re-written. This is bc some parts got deleted for some reason. Lol.

I really hope you like it! I haven’t written anything like this for a long time so I feel kinda rusty lol! Again, thank you so much for your request! Also, this is more a "softer" joker (???) idk.

This is pure fiction… not real, yeah.

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“Oh mommy~!” His mother rolled her eyes as her son strutted down the stairs. “Play with me.” Regardless of the shots, the blood curdling screams and the blood splashing on the windows, the neighbors didn’t dare call the cops; because who cares about some junky and her son? The cops pitied the boy, how could a murderer kill everyone he had, leaving a defenseless 10 year old upstairs with headphones. The cops that didn’t take pity all died the same premature death, poisoning. His mother deserved it, so did the men that helped burn him with cigarette buds. He was tired, tired of the drinking, the biohazard sum needles that he found under his pillow. But strangely that wasn't the worst part, he despised the mess, the dust, the mold growing on the walls. Legend said Minho screamed "You filthy filthy woman!" while taking his mothers life, he hated the mess.

You shivered at the recall of the story, the story Minho didn’t even tell you, the story you had to hear from one of his henchmen; said henchman died once Minho knew he told you. But you were told he quit, you still believed he quit. Plus it was all just a scary bedtime story, that’s what your boyfriend said. You loved Minho, yes his logic sometimes confused you but he was harmless. Everyone deserved love, and you were more than happy to give it to him. Despite his illegal activities, you stuck beside him. For it was only a large drug ring, only dealing with shipments and money, right?

“Where the hell is my flower?!” You flinched, as did everyone else in the lecture hall. Your man had a thing for making a grand entrance, you eventually got used to it. “M-Minho, s-sir.” Your professor trembled as your boyfriend strutted in with a sleek suit, his men waltzing it behind him with a mixture of pink AK-47’s and yellow UZI’s, their faces adorned with different animals masks.

You often asked Minho why they carried those guns around, to which he told you that they were fake, only to be used to scare off the enemy, you believed him. “Well they should be in pretty colors, so they won’t seem so scary.” You pouted playfully, a wide smile spread on his face; he let you pick the colors. “Also, the body guards should have cute animal masks. Don’t you think?” Minho nodded, trying to stop his eye from twitching as one of his men groaned in protest. Minho told you he quit too, a lot of men quit that month. Not to worry, they’d always be replaced.

“M-Miss y/n? Are you h-here tod-day?” You frowned as your professor trembled, confused as to why he was so scared, your boyfriend was harmless. “Yes I’m here!” You stood up and raised your hand. You smiled as Minho grinned, “Come on flower, I’m taking you out to lunch.”

You were grateful for Minho, he took you in under his wing. Gave you a roof over your head, gave you food from luxury chefs, provided you with clothes no regular college student could afford. He called you beautiful, told you he was proud of you, he made you feel whole, told you he'd do anything to see you smile. You had to connivance him it was a good idea to enroll for classes, he hated it. "All the things you want I can give darling, let me take care of you, hm?" But you shook your head with a smile. "This is what I want."

Minho was your life, every since you two met in the orphanage you were inseparable, claiming you as his and no one dared to separate you two. You got looked up to him, waking up when he did, eating when he ate, only listening to him and he loved it, what he said was right. You cried, threw a tantrum when you got a adopted. You sobbed for hours while 17 year old Minho threatened the ones who took you, but they just laughed, spewing out their own threats. “Minnie!!!!” You screamed and kicked as your new family pulled you away. “I’ll get you back, flower.”

Of course he did… years later; after your parents died in a car crash, something about a malfunction, you didn’t understand. You were devastated, you parents sheltered you. No phones were allowed, no calls to be made, you had no curfew because you were never let out, you couldn't even wipe your own ass; who was going to take care of you now? These thoughts accumulated. That's until he showed up to your graduation, you were alone, back in an orphanage, but there he was. In his clean black suit, standing there with open arms in the vibrant green grass. “We meet again flower.” You didn’t comprehend the screams of terror around you as his men flooded the venue, you were too pre occupied running off the stage and hugging the only person you have left, nothing else mattered, you were finally safe.

5 years later and here you were, sipping on coffee and talking to Minho about your day. He listened attentively, to every word you said. “That sounds wonderful darling.” You giggled and his cold heart fluttered as you smiled at him. “Sir.” You waved in greeting to the only guard without a mask as he walked up to your table, he bowed before speaking. “What do you need Chan? I’m busy?” Minho sighed at his right hand man. “The rogues, they ki-” Chan looked down at you hesitantly before continuing, “They hid all of Rowan’s drugs. They’re coming to Gotham next, sir.” You frowned in worry as your boyfriend screamed in annoyance, causing all the tense customers in the establishment to scurry. You rolled your eyes at their actions, it was only drugs.

“Well y/n, I have to go.” Minho gave you a tight lipped smile. “Where are you going?” You followed behind him as he stood up, grabbing his hand and halting his movements. Minho turned around, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back tonight. Chan take her home.” You pouted but didn’t protest. Minho smiled, you were so obedient.

You waited for hours, doing homework, as well as work that wasn’t even assigned yet. Baking and cooking, refusing the maid’s help every time they butt in, but you were terribly bored. It was 2am and your boyfriend still wasn’t home, but then it reached 2:30am. You hopped off of the couch as you heard the door open, you rushed to the entry but you smile soon dropped. “Minho!” You screamed, rushing to his side as he chuckled. “The shit I do for you flower.” He whispers, not catching your ear as you were to focused dragging him upstairs. The big gash in his head didn’t stop bleeding, you looked over him, almost tearing while seeing his white shirt covered in crimson.

“Now now, no crying darling. This isn’t my blood.” You looked into his eyes as he laughed at your concern. You sat him down and took out the first aid kit; tending to the deep cut on his forehead. Minho didn’t flinch as you cleaned it, only starring up into your worried eyes as he grinned. “I’m done lying to you y/n,” he started, you listened, refusing to interrupt and distract yourself from helping him, partially scared of his confession. “I don’t only work with money and drugs darling. I kill people, and I like it.” He deadpans, you freeze. “What is so bad about that? They deserve it! Don’t they flower?! It brings me peace knowing that the worthless can stop being so damn annoying.” You starred into his cold eyes as he spoke nonchalantly, deep down you knew the truth, of course you knew, but it was better to deny it. Even the public would scramble as he walked by, when you ended up being alone for projects because you were his girl, the grizzly stories you were told by the people who dared to speak to you, only for those people to be filed as missing.

Nonetheless, you couldn’t find yourself to care, maybe you were just as crazy as he was. You placed yourself on his lap after his bandage was secure. “Why did you lie to me?” You ask softy, playing with his brown strands. “Because you’re my precious little flower. I would hate to make you wilt, all because of me.” You blushed, he cared about you like no one else would; you wanted to show him you cared too, he deserved it for giving you everything.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He mumbled, confused as to why you pivoted on his lap, starting to kiss at his neck. You look back up at him embarrassed, “I-I just wanted to show you that I love you.” His heart melted at your words, a deep feeling he’s never felt once before overcame his form; it almost made him shed a tear. “Since when we’re you so good with words pretty girl?” You smiled sheepishly, ducking your head back into his neck.

Minho would let you do whatever you wanted to him, he’d hand you a gun and let you use him as target practice if that’s what you wanted. He'd let you torture him, get out all the trauma you held. But you’d never do such a thing, he’s all you have.

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courtofjurdan · 4 years

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One Chance part 15

Jurdan College AU - previous chapter

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A/N: I wrote this three times and I think I still hate it. I hope you guys enjoy it and I promise the next one will be better.

Cardan saw her black out and fall over. He tried his hardest to get to her before she fell, but he was too far away. She fell on her side. Cardan was worried for her and the baby because Jude did have a hard impact with the ground and the side of her stomach took a lot of the blow.

He turned her over to lie on her back. He took her face in his hands.

“Jude, baby, wake up, please.” Cardan paused to think. He needs to call an ambulance. He pulls out his phone and dials 911.

“This is 911, what’s your emergency?”

Panting, Cardan replied, “My-” small pause then decided he could think of this later. “My girlfriend just fainted. She’s kinda sweaty and hot to the touch. And she’s 16 weeks pregnant.”

“Where are you at?”

“Elfhame University.”

“And did you say pregnant?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay. By any chance can you see any blood between her legs?”

Cardan looked at her leggings and saw no stains. “No there’s none.”

“Okay that’s a good sign. Put your hand on her stomach. Can you feel any small movements? You might not since she’s not too far along.”

Cardan did as told and he couldn’t even feel the slightest movement, which started to worry him despite what he’s been told. “No, I don’t feel anything.”

“Okay. That’s okay. The ambulance is on their way. If someone nearby can get a cold rag to put on her forehead that might help her wake up faster.”

“Okay.” Cardan looked over his shoulder to find some kids and the professor from their last class standing there. He asked the professor to get what he needed and he did. Cardan placed the rag on her forehead. Cardan thanked the operator and waited for the ambulance.

Jude was sliding in and out of consciousness. Never enough to speak but her eyes would move and then she would go back under.

Cardan kept one hand on her face and the other hand rubbing gentle circles on her bump. Reassuring her she was going to be okay.

In ten minutes the paramedics were there and loading her into the ambulance. Cardan followed them in his black mustang. Getting there at the same time she did. He parked and went back into the room with her. Because of their relationship and the fact that she was caring his baby, they let him stay with her.

She was still out when they got her to the hospital. They started to hook her to a whole bunch of monitors. They put these sticky pads in her chest to monitor her heart rate. They started putting this monitor around her stomach to monitor the baby’s heart rate. They started an IV and gave her fluids.

Cardan held her hand through all of it. Even though she had no idea. He sat in the chair beside her bed the whole time. They told him everything looked fine. Her’s and the baby’s heart rate were great. Her body just needs rest, she’ll wake up on her own time. Cardan let the sound of his baby momma and baby’s heartbeat lull him to sleep.

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Cardan awoke to his hand being moved. That means Jude is starting to wake. He opened his eyes and quickly stood onto his feet. Jude was just waking up. He cupped her face into his hand.

“Hey Jude, how are you feeling?”

She looked at him confused. Then started to look around.

“Wh-what happened?” Jude muttered.

Cardan took his hand off her face. “You passed out in the hallway after you were leaving your class. I saw you fall and I couldn’t get you to wake up so I called 911.”

“The baby?”

Trying to keep down his panic and keep his voice calm for her, “Um, they said the baby is okay but I’m not sure what caused your episode. They were waiting for you to wake up.”

Jude nodded her head. And realized she was holding Cardan’s hand so she took it back abruptly. She had Cardan go get the doctor while all the memories of why she was mad at him flooded back.

Dr. Tatterfell came into the room. Without Cardan.

She spoke, “Hey Jude, I’m glad to see you awake. I told Cardan to stay out there unless you want him in here?”

Jude shook her head no. Dr. Tatterfell continued, “We did some blood tests and your blood sugar was really low. Some women can get something called gestational diabetes. We check during the 24-28 week checkup. But you're only 16 weeks so we obviously haven’t checked for it. Some people have it more on the severe side and I would say you are one of them.” she paused. “Have you been feeling much more tired recently?” Jude nodded. “Nausea?” Jude nodded. “Bigger appetite and drinking more?” Jude nodded. “Okay well we can’t take all the symptoms away but we can sure try to manage them.”

“Are there any risks for the baby?” Jude asked hesitantly.

“They can have low blood sugar when they’re born. They can have jaundice. Pre-term birth. Can have some breathing problems. And you can get high blood pressure which can hurt the baby, try to be as stress free as possible. So If you ever feel off call us immediately.”

Jude shook her head yes. The doctor talked to her about the route of treatment they would go, and some diet changes she can make. After that, Cardan came in while the doctor left.

Cardan asked, “Are you okay? Is the baby?”

Jude told him the rundown of things.

“Jude, you should have told me you felt bad. I would have tried to help.”

“Well I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Cardan, or if you’ve had your tongue down to many people's throats, but I’ve been distant.”

Cardan sat down in the chair beside the bed and watched Jude as she rubbed her hand in circles on her bump.

“I’m sorry, Jude. I forgot who I was. I’m not the kid who mocked and tortured you anymore. I don’t want to be. I messed up, and I messed up bad.”

“Yeah no joke.” She paused. “Cardan I need you. I can’t do all this alone. I can’t raise a kid alone.”

Cardan looked up, voice thick with emotion, “You will never be alone.”

“Let's take a break. I will go back to my dorm.”

“Jude, you can’t stay alone. If I overheard right, the doctor said it was wise for someone to stay with you. I’ll sleep on the couch. You get the bed. I’ll keep to myself.”

“Okay. But if I get annoyed, I’m leaving.”

Soon Jude got to go leave. Her body was weak and she just didn’t feel good. Cardan got her back to the dorm and to bed. After that he left to go get Jude some food for her newly formed diet plan.

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Cardan helped Jude and was as friendly as he could be. Jude had good days and bad days with him. If she felt bad, she was a butthole. If she felt okay, her attitude was more playful with him. Things were beginning to heal between them. The bitterness was slowly leaving them. It was back to cuddling and playful banter.

One night watching a movie on the couch, Cardan spoke up, “Jude, are we good? Will we ever be what we used to be? Well we started to be?”

Jude didn’t know if this was the hormones talking or not, “Yeah Cardan were good. I love you too much to give you up over a mistake. A drunken mistake at that. Just don’t do anything stupid, okay? Then I may not forgive you.”

Cardan chuckled. “Okay. I love you, Jude.” He dropped a kiss to Jude’s head which was laying on his shoulder.

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It’s been two weeks, which makes today November 13th. Not only is it Jude’s birthday, but they get to find out the gender of their baby today. Well they won’t find out but the bakery that will make a cake blue or pink cake will find out today.

They decided to have a small get-together with their friends to reveal the gender. It was Cardan’s idea. Jude just wanted to know at the appointment, but Cardan wanted to have a small party. Jude relented. It can’t be that bad. She just hates surprises. Waiting another day won’t hurt.

On top of the gender reveal party, Cardan wanted to celebrate Jude’s birthday on the same day, to which she also relented because Cardan’s puppy dog eyes are charming. But she said yes on the behalf Taryn gets celebrated also.

Jude doesn’t like to celebrate her birthday. The memories of birthday parties as a young kid with her mom and dad are what come to her mind. But Cardan wants to make her birthday different. A happy day.

They are waiting in the waiting room of the doctor office. Jude has missed the last appointment in being busy which she knows is bad but since she was at the hospital and everything was fine, she saw no need in coming in sooner.

She is 18 weeks. Almost half way through her pregnancy. Her stomach doesn’t just look like she’s gained weight, it's obvious that she is pregnant.

She cradles her bump with one hand and holds Cardan’s hand in the other. She is rather anxious for this appointment. She doesn’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, but she is just nervous anyway.

“Jude Duarte.”

Cardan gives her a hand and helps her up even though she can get up easy-ish. She goes back and lays down on the table and pulls the hem of her t-shirt up. Dr. Tatterfell comes in.

“Hello, Jude how are you?”

Jude gives a sweet smile, “I’m doing good. Feeling huge.”

Dr, Tatterfell laughs at that. “Well, darling, it only gets worse from here. Have you been eating, drinking, and resting well?”

“Umm yeah I have.”

Dr, Tatterfell gives her a look of disbelief and looks to Cardan, standing beside Jude.

Cardan clears his throat. “Well she has definitely been eating well. More like raiding my kitchen. Drinking lots of water. The rest is…. complicated. Some days she rests, and other days I can’t get her to stay still. She is stubborn.”

“Yes, I do pick up on that. Jude, rest is very important. You are almost halfway through your pregnancy. You are going to be really tired. Your body is working for two people. With gestational diabetes on top of that, it’s important to rest.”

Jude nods her head in understanding. Dr. Tatterfell continues with a genuine smile, “Well now, would you like to know the sex of your baby?”

Cardan and Jude look at each other, Cardan speaks, “We would not. We want to have a gender reveal party to reveal it. So could you put the results in an envelope?”

“Yes I can. I can also give you pictures of the baby today without the gender so it will still be a surprise but you can still have pictures of your baby.”

They both nod their heads. The doctor squeezes the cold gel into Jude’s bump. Cardan grabs a hold of Jude's hand and they look at the screen together. Jude looks over at Cardan with admiration in her eyes. He shows so much love for someone he hasn’t even met or felt. She loves him for that.

They look at their baby’s head, nose, arms, fingers and then Dr, Tatterfell asks them to close their eyes for the next part so she can find out the sex. After she’s done, she looks at them both and says, “Congratulations.”

She prints the photos and the results and puts them in an envelope and gives them the “safe” picture, meaning it doesn’t show the gender.

She gives Jude a tissue to clean herself off with and says she will see her in a few weeks. Before she leaves the room, Dr. Tatterfell mutters, “Happy Birthday by the way.”

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They drop the results off at the bakery and Cardan takes Jude to lunch for her birthday.

They were walking back to the car when Jude stopped suddenly and put a hand to the side of her stomach.

Cardan whirls around, “Jude, what’s wrong?”

Jude grabs his hand and places it over the spot where their little baby kicked. Realization dawns in Cardan and he muttered quietly, “Did the baby just kick?”

Jude nodded her head. Cardan’s grin widened. He bent over and kissed the little bump saying, “I love you, little one.” He captured Jude’s lips and walked to the car.

He and Jude watched a movie marathon and went to sleep. They were now sleeping together again. Now that forgiveness was bound.

They were both excited about tomorrow. Not only was it Jude’s birthday party, but it was the day they would finally learn the gender of their little one.

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years

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immj2 13 + 14.11.20 lbs

13.11.20

i’m just gonna skim through this one, coz i don’t wanna dwell on the death and maatam and all.

hahahahahahahahaha riddhima is screaming at god for letting this happen and kabir is like “bhagwaan ko beech mein kyun laa rahi ho, mujhe bhi toh credit do!” i truly love this crazyass fucker.

riddhima continuing to scream at god about vansh jissne “KOI KABHI BURA KAAM NAHI KIYA HAI” ?!?!?!!?!?!?!? sis what the fuck???? first of all, none of us over the age of like...... 7, are truly sinless. and THIS MAN PARALYZED AND THREATENED TO KILL YOU MULTIPLE TIMES, FFS.

KABIR IS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I AM KABIR

now she trying to throw herself off the cliff and for some reason i cannot understand, kabir is holding her back????? literally why, my bro????? let her die, saaari musibatein khatam. ugh, you still have some kinda residual feelings for her from your not-that-kameena days, don’t you?

asalkdjaldkjsaldkjsalkdjl riddhima ke andar OG prerna ka bhoot chadh gaya, she hitting kabir with danda the way Mother India did dhulaayi of yudi in the disco (still one of the most iconic scenes of tellywood for me, istg)

dude, idk if it’s just ego waale possesive issues or he still has feelings for her, but kabir def wants riddhima to be “his girl”. even after danda beating he’s trying to help her as she stumbles around in sadma.

anyway she sauntered off rubbing that stupid muffler of vansh’s on her face. SIS YOU GONNA BREAK OUT IF YOU RUB SUCH GANDA KAPDA ON YOUR FACE.

5 min of flashbacks of vansh. fwding.

family (dadi, chanchal, and all the rest of the riff-raff) has come back home and ghar is all dark.

weird how angre is also with them. i woulda thought he’d be on whatever tasks vansh set him on, instead of doing mandir yatras with these assholes.

mummy has decided to break news in most non-tactful way ever. wearing all white and has set up photu with haar already.

yeah, requisite screaming and crying blah blah. nahi dekhna.

i’m only here for ishani and angre’s reactions. bechaare look genuinely devastated. i mean dadi does too, but bohut hi zyaaaada overdramatic and i’m getting uncomfortable.

riddhima has returned.

to her surprise everyone already knows. zara dimaag lagao behen, how they even found out before you reached??? (ok no i understand you’re numb from trauma rn and can’t think of all this, but i hope your idiot brain thinks of it later.)

WHY THE FUCK IS DADI YELLING AT RIDDHIMA KI TERE HOTE HUE KAISE HUA YEHHHHHH, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE TO TAALOFY GIANT COSMIC DECISIONS LIKE LIFE AND DEATH????? isse apni khud ki jaan nahi sambhali jaati, let alone someone else’s.

holy shit she’s actually saying, “tu toh uski dhaal thi, uske liye tuney goli khaayi thi, iss baar kaise chook gayi????” MAN, FAMILIES OF DESI BOYS REALLY BE FUCKIN WILDDDDDDDDDDDDDD WITH THEIR EXPECTATIONS FROM BAHUS. one time she took a bullet for him wasn’t enough????? you want her to actually fucking die before something happens to him. god forgive me but i really wanna slap this dadi rn.

mummy cooking up some fucking ridiculousssssss story about gunde in the house and how vansh was chasing them and gaadi khaayi mein gir gayi and god knows whatttt

ok she’s saying siya got the call about it and she was running down the stairs while in shock and now whoopsie daisy, she’s in critical condition (probably in a coma or some shit.)

aryan looks sad at the siya news. thank god this mummy ka niyana has basic consideration for someone else other than himself and his mother.

mummy ka rona dhona drama fwding.

ishani is now yelling at angre. which..... kinda deserved. you’re his safety person dude.

ok too much crying. fwding.

riddhima asking mummy why you lie to family about how he died. mummy like how tf i tell them police dragged him out and he died in an encounter for trying to escape. it’s better for them to not know the truth. which.............. ok fair, but coming from this shadyassss woman......

god this mummy ka ainvayi praising vansh waala scene is going on too long. fwding.

riddhima back to room. some more flashbacks. OUFF. FWDING.

obligatory kamre ka tod-phod scene. FWDING!!!!!!!!!!

fell asleep crying and holding one of his coats.

LMAO ISHANI KA MANN NAHI BHARAA GHAR KE ITNE CASUALTIES SE............ SHE’S LIKE WHAT’S ONE MORE????

dadi slapping ishani for doing what any one of us would do, honestly, so.... whatever. fuck off dadi.

ishani telling 100% truth ki jabse this useless b has entered my bhai’s life, his problems have been never ending, i’m fucking sureeeeeeeeee she’s the reason he’s dead. the only voice of reason in this show, truly.

dadi all WOH EK HAADSAAAA THAAAA, NOONE CAN CONTROLLLL THOSEEEE, oh yeah, not the sentiment that you were expressing to riddhima when she walked in, you stupid old bat. whatever, i’m fwding this scene.

kabir and mishra have entered house. coz they are awwal no. ke sadists. need to get off on watching this family cry and suffer.

LMAO THE LOOK RIDDHIMA GAVE KABIR. HE’S LEGIT SCARED OF HER.

angre bhi staring daggers at kabir. chal hatt, i know for sure you’re behind saving vansh and stashing him somewhere to crawl out whenever it’s the right time.

body nahi mili blah blah blah

lol this one’s face clearly says milegi bhi kaise, main tum logon ki tarah nikamma nahi hoon. i have 16% success rate. it’s low but it’s more than y’all 0%.

lmaoooooo oh DOW DIGGY DIGGY DOW DIGGY DOW DOW, i love you sooooooooo much.

ALSO WHAT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO MAAROFY THE PUN KI “MAINE VANSH KE VANSH KO MITAAAAA DIYAAAAAAAA” severely disappointed in you, kabir.

yup. appropriate response. to just generally all the men in your life.

lmao riddhima like you arrested vansh ONLY COZ I LOVEDDDDDDD HIMMMMMMMMMMMM. lol the amount of self delusion. sis, his feelings for vansh were faaaaaaar more powerful and intense than anything he ever felt for your dumb ass.

kabir saying there’s nothing left for you here, why don’t you come back to me and lmao............... he tried.

“riddhima nahi. riddhima vansh raisinghania.”

ok whatever you say, sis. i’m just grateful to god this manhoos episode is finally over.

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14.11.20

redo of last scene.

lmao kabir is like I HATED VANSH WAAAAAAAAAAAAY BEFORE YOUR DUMB ASS FELL FOR HIM. YEAH I DON’T LIKE THAT YOU PICKED HIM OVER ME, BUT I’M NOT SO BAD THAT I’D TAKE REVENGE FROM HIM FOR THAT. yeah, dude. he just wanted his money; not youuuuuu. like..... chillll. kahaan se aata hai logon ko itnaaaaa confidence khud pe???

kabir saying i had proof vansh killed ragini, i found his watch there next to the body. she’s like i had it, i took it to repair it, and ragini died in front of me. vansh wasn’t anywhere near there.

lmao she’s back to shoving him around. what an annoying bitch she is.

kabir like did you SEE who shot ragini? no????????? then it could very well have been vansh, right????? plus i got that footage from 3 years ago.

she’s like hein hein heinnnnn where you get it from when i burnt that chip????????? OH NOW SHE’S USING HER BRAINNNNN. SO WAS VANSH THE ONE RENDERING HER SO FUCKING STUPID? NOW HE’S NOT ADDLING HER BRAIN WITH LUST HORMONES, HER 3 BRAIN CELLS ARE FINALLY WORKING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! take this as proof, ladies. MEN MAKE YOU FUCKING DUMB AS SHIT BY JUST MAKING YOU BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS THEM.

kabir saying someone from inside the house probably saved it and sent it. and that vansh made all this happen by taking mishra’s gunnnn and forcing them to take the sunsaaaan paaath and he tried to runnn and blah blah blah.

again he’s asking her to come be with him and she’s like gtfo i don’t wanna see your cuteass face anymore, you’re dead to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok she didn’t say the cute bit, i did. i think y’all already knew that. but how to resist??? he sho cute!!!!!!

mishra like this b kuch zyaada nahi bol gayi????

“dil par jo chot lagti hai, woh nazar nahi aati, but ghaav bohut gehra hota hai. yeh dard maine bhi mehsoos kiya tha, jab riddhima mujhe chod ke chali gayi thi vansh ke paas.” heinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn? now he suddenly is/was truly in love with her again???? bhai, tu decide karle, ki if she’s just a pawn to you or something more. ainvayi jhool raha hai idhar udhar.

mishra like, ok whatever, but where vansh’s body tho???

clearly not him. the head shape alllllll different.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS THEY FINALLY PUT RRAHUL’S FINE ASS IN JEANS!!!!!!

again, no wedding ring. dead body is not vansh.

“bhagwaan jaane kahaan chali gayi uski laash.” lmao i really loled the way he delivered the line. i really love him the mostttttttttt.

kabir you are honestly suchhhhhhhhhhhhhh an idiot, if you think not getting his body is a good thing. DON’T YOU KNOW HIM AT ALL??????? AT ALLLLLLLL????? NO BODY MEANS HE’S STILL OUT THERE, BIDING HIS TIME TO FUCKING COME GET YOUUUUUU.

he’s like good, vansh didn’t even get antim sanskaaaar. who knew kabir was sooooo religious??????

vansh so efficient and independent ki khud ka kriyakaram kar raha hai. aatmanirbhar ho toh aise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not before he maarofied his own pocket tho.

“bohut jald iss VR mansion ke aage KR mansion ka signboard hoga.” hein???????? the R in there is for RAISINGHANIA. why the hell would you add one random surname to your name??????

YEAH. I KNOW THOSE CHITTAAA-ASSS EARSSSSSSS.

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG BHAGWAAAAAAN NE MERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SUNNNNNNNNNNN LIIIIIIIIII THEY MADE HIM SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ASALKJDLKJDSLAKJDLASKAS

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THE DUMBASS FAKE DEEEP VOICE IS GONE TOOOOOOOOO ALKSDJSALKDJLASKJDLSAKJDLASKJDLASKJDLKJLKS I JUST

styling also EXAAAAAAACTLY HOW I LIKE IT.

helllllllllllllllllllllllo hunny. NOW YOU’VE MADE THIS SHOW FINALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY WORTH WATCHING. bas thodaaaa saa tharakkkkk ka maska i need to make my tellywood viewing experience sooooooo much easier. AUR WOH MUJHE AAAAAAJ SE MIL GAYAAAAAAAAAAA.

ok 13 days later.

bitch looks better after going through life-altering trauma than i do on my most stable mental health days.

talking to portrait about how the misery is unending, etc. etc.

kabir still calling her. WHY??????? dude just take the L and move the fuck on.

lmaooooooo mummy is like 13 din rone ki acting kar karke aankhon ki band baj gayiiiiii.

standard mwahahahahaha we succedded bufoonery from too complacent evil ppl. dumb dumb dumbbbbb!

but let’s admire this evil cutie bean.

riddhima’s mangalsutra which she justttttt set down on that bureau missing. she in a panic.

ofc these two are behind it.

ishani wants the truth about that dayyyyyyy and aryan jumping in about how riddhima never loved vansh and just always doubted him and blah blah.

my question is since when aryan loves vansh bhaiiiiiii so much huh???????

anyway. this happens. and those two are left plotting some more about getting the truth out.

VIHAAAAAAAAAAAN is the new name.

seeeeee????? i knew his ass had some lucrative skill in the current economy. he some tech bro types.

CAN YOU BELIEVEEEEEEEEE THEY HID THAT FUCKING JAWLINE AND THOSE DIMPLES UNDER THAT BEARD FOR 5 WHOLE MONTHSSSSSSSSS. FUCKING HUMAN RIGHTS CRIMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

unf, boy got cake. that ass just needed shirali to stay tf away from it.

also askdjalskjdlsakdjlaskjdlkj they turned ragini’s container waala room into his hacker man cave. what a wonderfully multipurpose room!

honestly, i’m just soooooooooo relieved i can just watch this show for eyecandy now. kaleje ko suchhhhhhhh thandak, yougaizzzzz.

banda khud vansh ke net worth (5000 cr.) ko dekh kar hairaan pareshaan. yeah, this much wealth accumulation is fucking immoral, asshole. you vansh did deserve to get thrown off a fucking cliff.

show laaaaaaaaaakh convince karne ki koshish karle ki yeh koi aur hai, my bullshit meter says it’s vansh vansh and no one else but vansh.

unrealistic af, someone PRINTING photos out in this day and age. what kinda tech person are you???????

lmao he’s checking out each photo for each family member and the commentssssssss.....

rudra chacha and chanchal chachi: “kaafi expressive faces! koshish bhi kare chupaane ki toh bhi chupaa nahi paa rahe ke lomdiii hain yeh ghar ke.”

aslkdjaslkdjlsakjdlskjdlksj i already like him better than old vansh.

aryan: “doosron ke bharose jeene waala.”

ishani: “raisinghania hone ka bohut ghamand hai, magar bechaari ki shaadi angre se ho gayi.”

how he know that if he not vansh????? angre not even in this set of pics.

siya: “kehte hain jo chal nahi sakte, unka wifi network bohut strong hota hai..... kab, kahaan, kya pakad le, koi nahi jaanta.”

“aur yeh hai....... RIDDHIMAAAAA....... iss parivaar ka most special aur khoobsoorat member.”

“moh aur maaya...... dono ka mel [...]”

yup, i definitely like this cheeky and cheesy persona better than the murder-threatening-paralyzing shit we had to put up with earlier. happy days, you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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cassieschaosdimension · 3 years

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I'm going to post this on tumblr instead of wattpad cause I'm like that, but this will be a collection of fanfic one shots from Draco's perspective giving him a redemption arc cause he deserves! Please let me know if you do want more after this.

The Train:

Eleven year old Draco Malfoy was standing on Platform Nine and Three Quarters hoping for a glimpse at the boy who lived. He like everyone else in the Wizarding world had grown up hearing his name. The story was one of legend and he wondered if Harry remembered it all. He was interrupted in his thoughts by two rambunctious red headed boys who brushed past him laughing loudly. He heard his father give a sniff of disapproval.

He pitied the boys even though he knee nothing about them. His father, Lucius Malfoy, was notorious for making sure none of his enemies were around to stop him. Draco had always wondered about the company his parents kept much perfering to stay in his room whilst they had any visitors at all.

"Draco darling," that was his mother. He sauntered over to where she was and listened to what she had to say. "Draco remember no matter what happens at school your father and I love you very much. We will write you as soon as we get home and eagerly await your owl. Chin up, back straight. Malfoys and Blacks do not slouch."

Nodding his head Draco says "Yes mother. I love both of you too. And I can't wait to see the castle with the lake and my classes. Mom, do you think people will like me? What if I can't make any friends? I don't want to hang out with Blaise or Crabbe and Goyle or Pansy. They're mean and stuck up to people."

"Just be yourself darling and remember what I told you. Go see your father." Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy, formerly known as Black, was a thin woman who demanded respect when she walked into a room. No one ever knew what she was thinking, but one thing they knew was she loved her family dearly. She would do anything to keep her son safe and away from harm.

Draco walks over to his father. "Draco, while you're at Hogwarts please try to remember we are not like the others. We are of noble blood and we must be treated as such. Do not let others get you down. You are a Malfoy and the name of Malfoy has demanded respect for centuries. Do not mess it up. Have fun at Hogwarts, but do not forget what I have told you. Get on the train."

Mr. Lucius Malfoy did not have the best childhood and when Narcissa became pregnant he vowed to protect his son from harm. He did this by only letting him intermingle with those of his own kind. Pureblood was what Draco was so pureblood it was. He made sure his son had a normal childhood. Well as normal as he would let him.

After hugging and kissing his mother and shaking hands with his father Draco runs excitedly onto the train waiting to see if he could make any friends before he even got to Hogwarts. After looking into one compartment on the train he shies always from that one. It had really tall, really loud people in it! He didn't want that at all.

Another compartment had only girls. His only experience with girls his own age had been Pansy and he wasn't eager to find out if all girls were like her. She was enough to deal with. He wanted a group of guy friends. Crabbe and Goyle did what he said because his father was the boss of their fathers. They weren't his friends. They had to do whatever he said and he didn't like it. He wanted to have stimulating conversations like he had with his mother over tea.

Whenever Pansy and her parents came over she was so mean to the poor house elves Draco always went and apologized for her behavior. The house elves were sad to see him go off to school, but they were excited too.

Draco was not excited to leave his only friends behind. His parents had always taught him to look down on the house elves, but he was nice to them in secret. He didn't feel nice knowing he had to be mean to people. Elves were just like witches and wizards only different and way way shorter.

"Excuse me. Coming through. Lee has a trantula for us to look at. Budge along." It was the two rambunctious red headed boys who had brushed him going onto the platform. When they got to where Draco was their patient look turned sour.

The one on the right looked at the one on the left and said "Pardon me your Highness. Will you let us pass to get to our compartment?" Draco didn't like the tone he used. He wasn't doing anything wrong. The train hadn't even started to move yet!

"Oh yeah," Draco pressed himself up against the wall to let the two pass. He didn't like these two and hoped he wouldn't have to interact with them in class. They looked older though like they were definitely not first years. In fact all of these people looked a lot older than he was.

Draco was starting to get scared and started to stumble along the long, velvet carpeted, hallway separating the compartments from the platform.

With each peek into a compartment, he was getting worried. He had yet to see any people who looked like first years. At one compartment he saw Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy and immediately lurched past with his head down.

Shaken up at seeing them he stepped into a random compartment and was relieved to see a round faced brown haired boy with a toad sitting next to him. This boy looked like a first year like him.

"May I sit down?" Draco asked politely.

The boy looked to Draco and jumped in surprise. "Yes, yes you can. My name is Neville Longbottom and this is Trevor." He gestured to the tod sitting next to him. "Sit down and close the compartment please, Trevor might escape like he's tried four times already."

Grinning at the warm greeting, Draco complied. He stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Draco Malfoy. It's really nice to meet you Neville! I hope we can be friends!"

At the name Malfoy, Neville shot up in his seat in alarm. "M-mal-malfoy?! As in the Death Eaters?!" He started to fidget and panic.

Draco looked at the poor boy in utter confusion. "Former Death Eaters. Are you okay Neville?"

Eyes wide in fright Neville grabs Trevor and huddles at the furthest edge of the compartment. Away from Draco as if he had a disease. Draco wanted to cry. Here was a first year boy who looked terrified of him because of his name. He didn't understand why Neville was so scared. His parents weren't Death Eaters anymore and they only did it because He - Who - Must - Be - Named made them! All he wanted was a real friend!

Draco on the verge of tears turns to go. As soon as he opens the door he's met with a mane of brown, frizzy, bushy hair. He falls backwards in shock and hears a whimper from Neville.

"Hello. Everywhere else is full. They're about to depart so would you mind letting me into the compartment they would be wonderful." The bushy haired girl says with authority. "I would like to be seated when the lurch is felt. Excuse me."

She pushes past him and Draco stands up and when he's turned around the scene he looks at is chaotic.

Neville stands up to leap after Trevor, who with the door open, makes his way hopping faster than Draco expected towards freedom.

All else forgotten Neville screams "Grab him!" The bushy haired girl lunges for the toad and misses. Now it's Draco's turn to redeem himself in Neville's eyes. He too lunges for the toad and manages to grasp his left hind leg before he falls flat on his face his grip loosening on the toad who hope away unaware of the chaos he is about the cause.

Neville's face is distraught. "My great uncle Algie gave me Trevor when I got accepted into Hogwarts. See they didn't expect me to get in. I didn't show any signs until I got pushed off the Blackwell Pier. They expected me to drown, but I didn't!"

Draco and the girl exchange concerned glances. Draco knows that any Wizarding family will have almost all of their family members accepted unless they're a Squib and he's sure his family tree doesn't have any Squibs.

"So you're a pureblood?" Draco says cautiously accidentally falling into the girl who just sat down as the train gives a lurch just as the girl said.

The girl huffs and moves to give Draco room to sit and he smiles gratefully at her. He's never seen her before and she seems to give off the same air he does and he wonders if she's a pureblood from another country. As she speaks again he realizes they sound the same.

"Oh purebloods! I've read about them. They're the silly witches and wizards who think that half-bloods and Muggleborns are scum. I find that absolutely atrocious as I am a Muggleborn myself," the girl turns to Draco. "My guess is you're a pureblood?"

When he nods she starts to lecture him. "You all should be ashamed of yourselves! I read that if you guys didn't marry outside of your circle you would have died out! The mindset is completely rubbish and shouldn't even be put into practice. And at a school no less!"

Neville and Draco look at her shocked. For such a tiny girl she can inflict fear into anyone with that tone. "I'm Hermione Granger. And what House do you hope to be in? Personally I want to end up in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor as Slytherin seems filled with selfish and mean people and Hufflepuff seems filled with pushovers." (please don't hate me I adore the Houses remember she is basing them off of what she read in Hogwarts: A History it was really hard to insult my own House HUFFLEPUFF for life 💛💙💚♥️ fair House representation)

At this Draco swells. "Excuse me! My whole family has been in Slytherin for centuries and I can tell you we are not selfish and mean people! We care for the greater good!" (Just so you know I do not condone this type of thinking. This is just so wrong on so many levels this is just how he was raised remember that)

Neville seems to shrink into his corner again at the last three words and Draco instantly regrets. He wants Neville as a friend and now maybe he won't want to be his friend!

Hermione turns towards him so fast her hair slaps him in the face. "You sound like Grindelwald! He sounded like you! Are you a supporter of He Who Must be Named?! They were both awful men! How can you sit there saying that when they did such horrible things!"

Fear starts to creep into his eyes. These two do not like him. He is only repeating what he's heard his parents say! Should he say that? The words pop out before he can stop them. "My parents taught me that and I'm sorry if that was wrong all I want are real friends for once! Please give me a chance!"

Hermione looks at Neville and walks over to him. They converse in hushed voices. Draco's heart begins to sink. Will they give him a chance to be their friend?! All he wants is a real friend he count on! He doesn't think he wants to be a Malfoy if this what the name gives him.

The waiting is agonizing. It seems like forever when they suddenly turn to him and Neville says, "How do we know you're not lying? Your mom's sister made my parents insane! I had to be raised by my grandma! I love her, but I miss my parents!"

Hermione rubs his back and looks at Draco. "Okay, we don't trust you, but we are willing to give you a chance. Now, please help us find Trevor. He's special to Neville and he doesn't want to start Hogwarts without him. Please help us look for him."

Draco sensing a wonderful opportunity stands eagerly and nods. "Where do you want to start? Should we split up or stay together? Personally I think we should stay together because all of those people out there are scary."

The two stare at him in shock. They were not expecting him to jump up so suddenly and agree wholeheartedly.

Hermione says split up and Neville agrees, but then Draco pointed out no one would tell him anything since almost everyone knew who he was anyway. Finally it was agreed Neville would go on his own and Draco and Hermione would ask together.

Neville heads off to the left towards the front of the train because that's where he thinks Trevor would have gone. Hermione and Draco head towards the back of the train.

The first few compartments they encounter will only tell Hermione if they saw Trevor or not and ignored Draco completely. He wants to cry. Is the Malfoy name really making people not like him?! But they don't even know him! How are they supposed to know they don't like him if they don't know him?!

The last compartment holds two boys: one very red headed and one with round glasses and black hair. Draco had learned to hang back while Hermione does the asking. When she asks, they say no. The red headed boy pulls out a wand and Draco inches closer to see a real spell done. His mother made him promise not to use his wand until his first class because he could hurt people and he agreed.

The red haired boy says something about rats, daisies and yellow. As expected the rest does not turn yellow. Hermione scoffs and then fixes the black haired boy's glasses.

When the red haired boy introduces himself as Ron Weasley, Draco wrinkles his nose. He can't help it. His father says the Weasleys are blood traitors and Mugglelovers. He was always taught they were bad, but now he's not so sure.

Then when the black haired boy says his name is Harry Potter, Draco surges forward. As he comes into view Ron turns away in disgust and he deflates a little bit. He's going to have to be careful in how he says things. "Hello! My name is Draco Malfoy and I'm also looking for Neville's toad. I'm assuming since this is the last compartment he's not here. Hermione, I'm going to head back to the compartment to see if Neville found him."

With a smile and wave goodbye he leaves the three of them stunned into silence. The smile falls off his face as he trudges with a heavy heart towards the compartment to put his robes on. He realizes he should only stick to the people he has already met and he vows to steer clear of Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy for as long as he can and since they'll be in Slytherin like him it'll be hard. He'll manage.

He puts his robes in in the empty compartment and waits for Neville and Hermione to come back. Hopefully they will since their trucks are here. Smiling to himself at the he stares out the window already imaging what fun things he can do with his new friends!

Thank you for reading it! I hope you enjoyed it!

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy #hogwarts #hermione granger #ron weasley #neville longbottom

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bluebird722 · 4 years

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Flying Over the City

Characters: John Stewart/Green Lantern, Anissa Pierce, Jennifer Pierce

Rating: K

Summary: While Metropolis is under a lockdown during the pandemic, John Stewart gives his nieces a night to remember.

Author’s Note: Because John is an uncle, but we don’t have any scenes of them interacting.

Disclaimer: Do I really even need to say it?

John Stewart enjoyed nights like these, when he did not have to be Green Lantern but could just be John Stewart, American, brother, uncle--the life he knew and loved. It wasn’t that he came to resent being Green Lantern, but it was nice to heat up burger patties, Spongebob macaroni and cheese, and mix frozen corn.

“Anissa, Jennifer,” he called out as he gave himself a bigger serving of each side dish, “dinner’s ready!”

Anissa and Jennifer, who were lying on their stomachs as they worked on puzzle books, immediately jumped to their feet and ran to the kitchen, squealing and grinning. “No running,” he reminded them of their mother’s rule, especially when with a babysitter.

“Thank you, Uncle John,” the sisters chorused after they washed their hands really good and pulled themselves into their chairs to the table that Jennifer helped set.

“You’re very welcome.” John cut the cheeseburger--the one with the weird vegan cheese that the girls enjoyed--in half. “All right. Let’s eat.”

Anissa took a big bite of her cheeseburger half and sipped from her glass of milk without slurping. “I hate this lockdown,” she grumbled. “I miss going to school, and it’s so hard doing school on the computer.”

“Yeah,” Jennifer agreed. “We can’t even have playdates with our friends anymore! We tried doing that--what’s it called--”

“Zoom,” Anissa reminded her.

“Yeah, Zoom,” Jennifer remembered, “and we couldn’t laugh or play like we would at Aunt Iris’s house!”

“I know it’s rough, girls,” John said before taking a bite of corn. “Even the League is struggling. We try to help in hospitals, give medical supplies, but even still, we’re being careful with social distancing.” He drank half his water and thought about Barry rushing around the country to hand out supplies to hospitals, then going to the Watchtower to wash himself and his uniform, before he could go home. Even Clark was almost inactive, what with a toddler at home.

Anissa swallowed a mouthful of her macaroni and scratched the back of her head. “At least we’re able to see you, Uncle John,” she said with a smile, “and at least Daddy has only a cold, not the thing.”

John was relieved when his former brother-in-law was revealed to only have a cold but encouraged his girls not to stay with him and play “nurses”. Lynn was very serious about social distancing and who was the actual nurse. “Fortunately, John was rather pleased that she was working the night shift now; it gave him the opportunity to look after his nieces and see them grow up.

“And I’m very thankful that I get to see you girls, too,” he agreed.

They finished their dinner and put everything in the dishwasher, and John turned on Netflix so the girls could watch something uplifting and would get them up to sing and dance, not Cat Grant or Tod Donner reporting on the latest death toll.

At seven, the girls brushed their teeth and put on their pajamas while John messages his fellow Lanterns, who had nothing to report. In some ways, crime was not as bad now that people were not leaving their homes. In other ways, it was worse now that people were fighting for toilet paper and basic needs. Sighing, John walked upstairs and knocked on the girls’ door. “Anissa, Jennifer, you girls in bed?”

“Almost,” said Anissa with a grunt.

Taking a deep breath, because he knew that they would tell their mother and quite possibly their father, he knocked again. “Why don’t you girls come out? I have something to show you.”

He heard a race to the door, a slap, and Jennifer hiss “Ouch”, and then his nieces presented themselves to him, Jennifer in her flannels and Anissa in her nightgown, both in fuzzy socks. “Come with me, you two,” he said as he held out his hands.

“Ani hit me, I didn’t--” Jennifer began, but he gently shook his head. She immediately went silent. He checked through the window to make sure no one was watching or outside. Then, with his ring of power, he shifted from his sweatshirt and sweatpants to his Green Lantern uniform.

Anissa and Jennifer giggled as they did ever since they were tiny, but then he used his ring to create a little magic carpet that swept them off their feet. With one hand, John opened the window, and the magic carpet reached upwards to shape masks around the girls’ noses and mouths. They stared at their uncle, their eyes wide, as he checked the area one last time and flew the girls outside.

As John closed the window, Anissa and Jennifer looked around their neighborhood at a view that they had never seen before. “Look--I can see the playground!” Anissa pointed.

“My friend’s house!” Jennifer squeaked.

Smiling to himself, John flew his nieces higher into the air, loving their tiny “whoa”s and gently sailed them over their neighborhood. Jennifer even took down her pigtails and let her curls fly behind her. She felt like Superman, with her hair as a cape.

John flew them to a familiar apartment and eased down to a particular window. Inside, Jefferson was in bed but not sleeping, though he sat up when he saw his daughters’ faces pressed together outside his window. They smiled with opened mouths and excitedly waved. After staring incredulously at John, he responded and blew two kisses, and then John gently moved the magic carpet away.

He took Anissa’s and Jennifer’s hands as he zapped away the magic carpet with the masks still in place, and the girls outstretched their arms, giggling as the wind brushed against their faces, and Uncle John rolled the three of them over on their way north.

Anissa gasped. “My school!” she pointed to her uncle, who remembered volunteering at bake sales and watching her in the school play a little over a year ago. John gently swooped her down to fly over the roof and let her point to her classroom. The decorations were gone, as were her and her classmates’ names on paper clouds, but she could still see her old desk, the corner where good students were allowed to sit in bean bags to read their stories, and her teacher making lessons on multiplication a fun game.

When John pulled her up, she threw her arm around his neck. “Thank you, Uncle John,” she said in a muffled voice.

“My pleasure,” he whispered. Then he flew her down to the heart of Metropolis, where few cars were on the road and several people who were on the streets were masks. They admired the giant globe of the Daily Planet and John let them orbit the globe three times.

“Ewe, bad man!” Anissa pointed to the LexCorp tower. John chuckled to himself and hoped that they didn’t hear, but then the girls blew raspberries, stuck out their tongue, and held out their middle fingers.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he gently scolded them as two green hands clamped over the ones they held out their middle fingers. “Where did you girls learn that?”

Both Anissa and Jennifer went still. “A movie?” they said so quickly that John couldn’t tell if they were lying or honest.

“Please don’t do that again,” he said. “It’s rude and makes you two look uneducated--promise?”

“Promise,” the sisters said together.

John flew them over to their favorite restaurant, Bilbo’s Diner, which was now closed but offered takeout services and accepted donations for people who were on welfare. “We should have ordered a pie to share after dinner,” John thought aloud.

“Tomorrow, maybe?” suggested Anissa.

“We could,” said John as he swept them away, “but a pie we can all share.”

“My favorite is chocolate,” said Jennifer, “but Ani and I share pecan all the time.”

“We can do that,” said John. He flew them to the nearby children’s hospital, where the virus had not infected any child but families had restricted visiting hours. The girls made their way onto his back so he could hide them while he waved to children who were still awake but alone. For fun, he used his ring’s power to spell out, GET WELL SOON!, U R STRONG!, and THINKING OF U! Nothing delighted him more than to see the delight on those faces, brightening their moods in this torrid time. It made him more grateful that his nieces, the only children that he cared about more than any others in the world, were in good health, but it was nice to expose them to less fortunate children.

Close to the children’s hospital was the Metropolis University Hospital, where John let the girls wave to medical staff and make heart shapes with their thumbs and fingers. The doctors and nurses did the same, but the patients stared in awe that a member of the Justice League brought over two little girls just to say hi.

Afterwards, John held the girls’ hands again and let them fly through the clouds, though Jennifer was disappointed that they didn’t feel like anything. When her uncle flew them down to look at the girls’ favorite ice cream place, Anissa turned to him. “This is so much fun, Uncle John,” she said. “Can we do it again?”

“Someday,” he promised. “But right now, it’s time for bed.”

As if on cue, Jennifer loudly yawned. John laughed and kindly flew them back to his sister’s house, where he opened the window and slid the girls inside. They kept yawning, loudly and silently, struggling to hold up their heads. Nevertheless, per their mother’s request, they washed their hands and faces before bed and let their uncle put them under the covers.

“Good night, girls,” he whispered.

Jennifer yawned. “Thank you, Uncle John,” she said through a yawn that nearly dislocated her jaw.

“Thank you for the best night ever,” Anissa added.

Smiling, John ruffled their hair. “Of course,” he said. “This is a trying time, but there’s still some good in the world...if you remember to be careful and take part in it.”

Jennifer and Anissa smiled before promptly falling asleep. John left the room and hoped that they had wonderful dreams of flying, unaware that they dreamed of being superheroes who would continue in their father’s and uncle’s footsteps in costume or as their mother in scrubs.

#young justice #fanfiction #John Stewart #green lantern #jennifer pierce #lightning #anissa pierce #thunder #justice league #lynn stewart #jefferson pierce #black lightning

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pastelwitchling · 5 years

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Malex one-shot Angst/Fluff Prompt List #9 (Prompt #17)

17. “Sleep is for the weak.”

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Michael heard the faint sound of typing before he opened his eyes. He reached an arm out, hoping he was wrong, but as his fingers touched warm sheets, he sighed, his arm going limp. He waited a moment, hoping Alex would somehow appear in front of him on his own, or that his telepathic distress call would send him running in.

When his boyfriend failed to do both, Michael, whose face was half-buried in his pillow, groaned. “Alex?”

The typing didn’t stop, and Michael called again. Everything went silent, and for a second, Michael thought Alex would come in to check on him, but then the keyboard sounded, and Michael thought he was going to lose his mind.

It was ridiculous, he knew, to be jealous of a computer, and he wasn’t saying he was, but it would’ve been unfair to dismiss the fact that the stupid screen got to see Alex more than his own boyfriend did.

Resigned, Michael forced himself up and opened his eyes. He was curious to find himself in a large bedroom, then remembered that he was spending the night at Alex’s cabin. He’d been spending a lot of nights at Alex’s cabin lately. The thought gave him comfort as he trudged out of bed, pulling the blanket off the mattress and wrapping it around his shoulders, covering his naked body.

His feet touched cold wood, and he shivered as the chill shot up his legs. He stepped into the living room and found Alex on the couch, the light of his laptop screen illuminating his face. He wore that military man expression that Michael was starting to forget he had; the one that spoke of a man who’d seen indescribable horrors, lived to tell the tale, and wished he hadn’t. Michael, who was unafraid of most things, was scared of that face. It never meant anything good.

He was careful to keep his voice light despite having just woken up as he said, “If you tell me you’re cheating on me with some middle-aged housewife who loves nice guys and taking walks on the beach, I’m gonna be really disappointed.” A smirk broke out on Alex’s lips, his expression softening, and Michael felt at ease. “You deserve a skyping Frenchie with abs and a big dick, at least.”

Alex’s smile widened, and pride swelled in Michael’s chest as he walked up to him. He wore pajama pants, his prosthetic leg off, his other crossed under his laptop.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked, and before Alex could answer, he plopped down beside him, stretched an arm over his shoulders, and said, “No, wait, don’t tell me. ‘Don’t worry, I’m just spying on Russian intelligence, Guerin. I’m basically a vampire, Guerin. Sleep is for the weak, Guerin.”

Alex breathed a chuckle, rubbing his face with one hand, and Michael’s smile turned small. He had been right not to trust that military face. He’d never seen Alex look so exhausted.

Alex leaned his head against Michael’s arm, his voice soft as he asked, “Did I wake you?”

“Kind of,” Michael confessed. “I don’t think I’m capable of sleeping in a bed anymore if you’re not in it.”

Alex’s smile was both apologetic and fond as he leaned forward to gently peck Michael’s lips, and returned to his work. Michael kissed his shoulder, and frowned.

“Alex, you’re freezing,” he said, pulling the blanket off his torso and covering Alex with it, even through his objections. “It’s not fine, you could get sick.”

“It’s okay, really,” he said, his eyes on his screen. “I’m almost done anyway.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just going over a few security servers for some upcoming ops,” Alex said.

Michael frowned, tugging Alex closer to warm him up, “Sounds stressful.”

“It is,” Alex said. “If anything happens, if any communication lines are compromised during a mission…” he trailed off and sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes.

“How long have you been staring at this thing?”

Alex shook his head. “I don’t know, a few hours.”

“A few hours? A few hours of just staring at green numbers on a black screen?” Michael reached out to close the laptop. “Alex, come on, you’re gonna drive yourself crazy, you have to go to sleep.”

But Alex waved off his hands. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“If only I could, but you never seem to want to give me the chance.” Michael watched as Alex worked for a bit, then, “Are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Michael’s brows furrowed, “now that I think about it, you’ve been up before me every morning for the past month.” It was only for a split second, but Michael noticed Alex’s fingers slow over the keys. “Alex, have you… have you been sleeping at all?”

“Of course, I’ve been sleeping,” he said, chuckling, but Michael prided himself on knowing Alex better than anyone, which meant he knew when he was faking a smile. He’d done it so often before, Michael had hoped he would never have to do it in front of him again. “I wouldn’t be able to function if I haven’t.”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Michael said, his eyes on Alex’s face, carefully watching for the slightest shift in his expression.

Alex must’ve pressed the wrong key because he hissed, annoyed, and covered his face, seemingly trying to keep himself awake. “Damn it. Wrong input.”

Michael looked at the numbers and secret codes, none of it making any sense to him, and he asked, “Do you even need to do this now? Or do you just wanna stay busy?”

Alex said nothing, focusing intently on the computer as he fixed his mistake, and resumed scrolling through.

Michael stared at him a moment before he leaned forward. “Alex, forget the computer for a second – look, I’m taking it away, okay? That’s it – and talk to me.”

Alex sighed, looking too tired to even put up an argument. Michael turned him so that they were facing each other on the couch, Alex’s leg over Michael’s, the blanket sliding off their shoulders.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” Michael said, taking one of Alex’s hands and massaging it. It made Alex laugh, as Michael knew it would because Alex had a habit of giggling whenever Michael touched him in a way that wasn’t sexual. “Why haven’t you been sleeping?”

Alex’s laugh died down, the smile on his lips, as he watched Michael’s fingers play with his, small, far from the look in his eyes. “You can’t do anything to fix it, Guerin.”

Michael searched Alex’s face, then grabbed his hips and pulled him closer so that he was almost straddling him. The two leaned against the couch cushions, close enough that their foreheads were touching.

“Tell me anyway,” he said.

Alex’s eyes caught his and he looked away, and Michael hated that. He hated that Alex felt the need to look away from him, as if afraid.

He took Alex’s hand and kissed his fingers. “Tell me,” he whispered, and Alex inhaled a shaky breath.

“The noise,” he said. “I can’t take all the noise.”

Michael frowned, shaking his head slowly. “Alex, there’s no noise.”

“Yes, there is,” he quietly said, tapping his head. “All the time.”

Realization dawned, and Michael’s fingers tightened around Alex’s. “The war. You still get nightmares?”

Alex swallowed, his eyes filling with tears, as if they were just waiting for him to slow down so that they could show themselves. “You know, whenever the outside world goes quiet, I hear them. Intercoms, and screaming, and gunshots. It’s like an alarm clock… that never turns off,” he whispered, a tear falling down his cheek, though he smiled as if it was just what it was, as if it happened to everyone, and he was used to the pain by now.

“I look out the window when it’s dark, and I keep waiting for that bomb to go off in the distance, to see fire suddenly grow in the blackness, and feel the windows shaking. I lie in bed, and it’s like I’m back in that plane, and my eardrums burst, and my stomach drops, and I can’t –”

“Okay, okay, shh,” Michael held him close, one arm coming around his back, the other around his shoulders, his hand in his hair, his grip tight. “Shh, it’s alright.”

Alex clenched his jaw, tears silently falling as he wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist, holding him close. Michael could feel Alex shaking against him, and he wondered how the hell he hadn’t noticed this before.

Because Alex is a warrior, Michael reminded himself. He’d endured training that could only be associated with torture, and not only survived, but became one of the best there was.

But at what cost? He thought. They shattered him.

Alex sighed deeply against Michael’s chest, wiping his eyes as he pulled back, though Michael didn’t fail to notice the slight tremor in his hands.

“Are you taking medication for this?” he asked.

Alex sniffed and nodded. “Sometimes it’s just a little harder. It’s okay, it should get better soon.”

“What triggered it this time?”

“Nothing,” he said, though he didn’t seem too upset by it. He didn’t seem anything now but tired. “It comes and goes. Seriously, I’ll be okay. Go back to bed, I promise I’ll just finish up and follow you.”

And Michael watched as Alex mechanically took the computer back and resumed his work, as if he couldn’t wait to distract himself again, to keep his mind running on something – anything else, even if it was excruciatingly mind-numbing security sequences.

The cowboy sighed and raised his legs onto the couch, making himself comfortable as he curled up against the cushion, watching Alex work.

Alex realized he wasn’t going to budge, and raised a brow at him. “Guerin –”

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you want me to go back to bed and leave you here.”

Alex stared, his expression falling, and Michael nodded, settling himself close enough that his lips barely pressed against Alex’s shoulder. “Yeah.”

Michael’s eyes fluttered shut to the sound of typing, the sound never ceasing, even as the sunlight hit.

***

The prompt is courtesy of @hellsdemonictrinity.

I don’t know what happened. Honest to Asmodeus, this was meant to be a super-short fluff piece with maybe some smut. I don’t know how it turned into this. Oh well.

But guys, I did it! If you’ve read my previous work, you’ll know that I’ve been completely behind on prompts, but I finally buckled down today and finished my last three, so I am officially all caught up! 🎉

Okay, that is all. I’m tired. Hope you have dreams of wonderful, healthy relationships with no love triangles whatsoever. Goodnight ❤

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almaasi · 6 years

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x02 “Gods and Monsters”

Cas gives the softest, most loving advice, full of character growth, and hello yes where’s the petition for me to adopt him as my angel dad

03:13pm

the title reminds me of Lana Del Rey’s song of the same name, and/or the cover of the song from American Horror Story, and by extension, that song has reminded me of Cas in purgatory ever since purgatory became a thing. i used to sing that song to my rat Barty, definitely up there in my favourite songs of all time

oh no this is a deadly duo episode

immediate dread

hrhrhhhhhhh

please don’t make me hate the song

03:15pm

here we go

03:18

michael!dean: “yyeeesss... good boy”

on the one hand, yes dean please do praise other men like that while giving them something to drink, please do that a lot

but on the other hand NOT THEIR OWN BLOOD PLEASE and it would be great if you had their consent and you weren’t possessed while doing it

in other words: yes but NO but yes

file thing under sexy things i would rather came with a different context

03:22

bobby: "voracity”

mmm good word

03:24

sam: “cas you know why you can’t come with us, right?”

cas: “my angelic presence will be sensed by michael, thereby nullifying your hopes of a sneak attack”

okay while that’s probably true, WHAT a buLLSHIT REASON TO KEEP CAS AWAY FROM DEAN BECAUSE IT’LL END UP BEING ANOTHER “I LOVE YOU PLEASE FIGHT THIS AND COME BACK TO ME” SCENE

like i know people were complaining cas was kind of useless last episode but THIS TAKES IT TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL

YEAH LET’S JUST DO A SNEAK ATTACK AGAINST A SUPER-POWERED ANGEL MANIAC WITHOUT THE MOST POWERFUL ALLY WE HAVE

great idea

last episode’s uselessness was kind of explainable and excusable but this one was just like “hey let’s point out exactly what we’re doing under the guise of a real reason”

03:28

cas: “nick is *chuckles* just a mess”

sam: “it’s not his fault”

WHAT

HOW DOES CAS NOT ALREADY KNOW IT’S NOT NICK’S FAULT

CAS IS MADE OF EMPATHY

WHAT

unless the squint is cas’ surprise that sam understands nick’s predicament

03:32

nick: “i don’t get how i could let lucifer possess me”

um.... victim blaming much

cas: “you were in a lot of pain, and lucifer saw a vulnerability, and he exploited it”

this is probably destiel tbh, given lucifer possessed cas for half a season and basically used that time to mess with dean’s feelings

03:35

bobby: “if they were doa, do you have an eta on tod?”

i probably watch too many murder mysteries if i knew what that meant before i even realised he was using acronyms

LIVER TEMP

03:38

aww but isn’t this cute?? sam gets to run a case with his mom and his kind-of-dad <3 <3 <3

FAMILY BONDING OVER DEAD BODIES

...i.e. my family yesterday

03:40

you know, i just realised what bothered me about sam saying “you know why you need to stay behind, right cas?”

it’s not the fact cas stays behind, because he’s clearly needed here in the bunker, and he gets his story, and he gets to do stuff, and we get to see soft caring cas. so i’m not mad.

but what bothers me is the... i guess condescension from sam? not in his voice, since jared acted just right, but in the script. the fact sam had to give a reason, and ask if cas knew why. and it could’ve just been cas saying “hey you know what, i don’t wanna screw up your mission, i’ll stay”

and maybe sam could’ve argued a little and then cas puts his foot down and say no (and maybe cas doesn’t want to see dean possessed because it’ll hurt too much)

that would’ve read better to me

03:45

how the hell do they have old books on angels in the bunker library??? before angels showed up in season 4 nobody saw them for years???? and i thought there were no books on them

how does jack come up with figures like “a month” to replenish archangel grace

03:47

jack: “what did you have left?”

cas: “well - i had sam and dean”

the way he says that makes me smile

and i love that this season they seem to be going for a “cas knows he’s loved” thing

cas: “just basic me.... as dean would say, without all the bells and whistles”

<3 <3 <3

03:49

“the past... is important, but it’s not as important as where you’re going”

can cas be my dad pls

03:51

oh nick has muscle memory defence mechanisms leftover from lucifer

03:52

cas: “even though he’s departed, there may still be some of his influence within you”

i snorted... “influence”

spn conventions ruined that word

i can’t imaging misha got through that line without making dirty jokes at least 5 times

03:57

*crosses fingers* pLEASE LET THIS ELEGANT BROWN LADY IN THE RED DRESS NOT DIE HORRIBLY and/or be raped or something

i don’t trust a red dress, too close to a red shirt

04:00

micheal: “now... summon your master”

oh no is this gonna be another one of those familiar-is-a-brown-person-and-the-white-master-has-sex-with-them things

(sidenote edit after watching this episode: i feel like the deadly duo has been sliiiiightly less racist and sexist in recent episodes they’ve written? i mean a woman died this episode and a background black dude, but i wonder if they’re Trying Hard and i’m (we’re?) ignoring progress because of past mistakes. still not a fan, but... i sense something a little different here. just a bit??? mayhaps. could be wrong. time will tell.)

04:04

cas: “in all my thousands of years... what happened to jimmy novak.. is my greatest regret”

for reasons unknown this became my favourite cas moment this season so far

04:06

there’s a lot of jensen in michael’s expressions, it’s weird

04:08

also feeling weird about the fact michael seduced a woman to get to her male boss??

if he could track down that lady, why wouldn’t he just straight-up track down the dude instead? i mean, besides heteronormativity and establishing michael as Straight

but then again, maybe it’s a bisexual subtext

he acts like he wants the woman but actually wants the man

okay, that makes more sense, way less weird now

04:11

jack: “mrs kline?”

HE JUST MET HIS GRANDMOTHER

I IMMEDIATELY WANT GRANDMA & GRANDSON ADVENTURES AND BOSS BATTLES

04:18

i love this shot

thank u richard speight jr

04:21

NO DON’T TELL CAS THINGS ABOUT DEAN DYING IT WILL HURT HIM A LOT

you know what, at some point this season i wanna see cas bawling his eyes out and ugly crying because of dean

but then being happily reunited with him and everything is fine

(and then they kiss)

04:24

oooooh boy maybe nick’s friend was the murderer, that flicker in his face gave it away.........

nick’s gonna murder him isn’t he

and then trigger something and have some kind of ex-lucifer power

which is gonna cause a huge fuss but at some point is gonna be directed at michael

04:32

oop no, nick was maybe the murderer, and his friend saw him coming out and was trying to protect him.

fffffffffffffffffffascinating

well it’s over~

not a bad episode? favourite bit was cas imparting good advice, and jack being jack, and then dean talking to sam at the end

probably not an episode i’ll remember a single thing about in 2 months, besides gifsets of cas from this episode showing up in character growth compilations on my dash for the next 5 years

but a decent bridging episode between the last part of the story and the next, i think

i guess this season’s starting slow and working up to something, and it’s clearly going somewhere. i await more lady characters having episodes of their own, and fun monster of the week episodes with team free will ?? please and thank. in general they’re the best ones imo

also... i thought of this while jack was talking to his grandparents: i kind of feel like they’re trying to wrap some loose ends up, just a bit. the season-4-onwards story seems to be coming full circle with michael and lucifer, i think sam will probably end up being some sort of vessel for lucifer (?) at some point, again

but that’s a theory and there’s no telling what direction anything is gonna go in, given the track record of setting up plots and then not following through

not as bad as merlin though, nothing will ever top the lack of follow-through like merlin did. still salty so many years later

but ?? i am not disappointed by this episode so that’s good right

8.5/10 maybe

OKAY COOL

#14x02 #gods and monsters #spn spoilers #season 14 #Elmie watches things #post of postiness

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ironchefignis-archive-blog · 6 years

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For @choiminhovevo, I was your Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy your gift! :) @ignoctsecretsanta.

Title: Twelve Days Of Memories. Rating: Teen (SFW) Warning: None! Summary: Twelve days is all it took to turn Noctis’ life upside down, but not necessarily in a bad way- after all, he had Ignis back, after so long apart.

Find it on AO3!

The Crown City; the star of Lucis. Once home to the King of Kings, built to last with blood and sweat, only to be torn down hundreds of years later by the daemons that once roamed the planet. Rebuilt by the King Of Light's retainers, and by the hands of those the King of Light had befriended throughout his journey to banish the Darkness and daemons, it has stood for hundreds of years more.

Although peace has made the people of Lucis lulled into a lullaby, Sleeping Gods shall awake once more and when they do, history shall join with the present. One can only hope that the people of Lucis shall be ready for what shall come to pass.

* * *

“Rise and shine sleeping beauty!” The blonde teenager laughed as his best friend swatted at him, an unhappy groan falling from his lips as the raven-haired youth rolled over in his bed and buried his head underneath the pillow. “Oh c'mon now! Up and at 'em!” Prompto tugged at the pillow, crowing successfully when Noctis let it go.

“Did you have to do that right in my ear?” the assaulted one grumbled as he sat up. Running a hand through his hair, the squinted as he glanced around the darkened room, hardly able to make out the shape of the other. “Ugh, what time is it?”

“Eleven-thirty,” Prompto answered as he shoved open the dark curtains that blocked out almost all of the light in the bedroom; which prompted another groan from Noctis. “C'mon, dude. Your parents and I gave you long enough to sleep in, we've got things to do today, remember?”

Apparently Noctis didn't, if the bleary and confused look he was giving Prompto said anything.

“The new Assassin's Creed game comes out tod-!” Prompto let out an undignified yelp as the other teenager's bedding was suddenly thrown at him, nearly toppling over from under the weight of the heavy blankets.

“That was today?!”

Prompto shook his head, a resigned look upon his face as Noctis hurried around his bedroom, snatching a clean pair of shorts off of the floor before snagging a shirt from the closet. “You are so lucky you pre-ordered the game. I don't think we'd be getting it otherwise.”

“We still might not, depending on how busy the store it.” Noctis raked his fingers through his hair, trying to make himself more presentable before giving in and snagging a cap from his dresser.

“We're going to the little game store on the far side of town, so it can't be that bad, right?”

Of course, their luck wasn't all that great, and Noctis figured that Prompto should've accepted that by now. The little game store across the Crown City was, of course, extremely busy. Part of Noctis had been expecting it, honestly, with how popular the Assassin's Creed series was, but there had been the small balloon of hope that had been popped the second they saw the line for the game store was around the block.

A few hours had gone by, by the time they got out. Knowing that Prompto's place was closer than his own they decided to crash there for the day, and after sending a text to their parents (Noct's mother and father, and Prompto's dad) Noctis and the blonde made their way down the winding city streets, following the familiar path towards the center of the city.

There in the middle of Insomnia, was the Citadel. The grandness of the building never failed to take their breath away, but whenever Noctis got to close his heart began to trouble him, so the two never got much closer than the street across from the building.

“Y'know, sometimes I still think it's amusing that your family has the same names as the Royal Family,” Prompto said as they passed the Citadel. No longer used as a home for the Royal Family, but still mightily important for the Government, the Citadel was open to most. Only the bedrooms and many of the meeting chambers were off limits to the public.

“You say that every time we pass by here.”

“Well, I still do!”

Giving a quiet hum, the youth peered at his best friend, who was whistling the chocobo theme song as the walked. “You know, you have the same name as the King of Light's best friend, supposedly,” Noctis pointed out as they headed down the next street. It was something he had learned recently in history, and having a different class from Prompto, he didn't know if-

“I know, and that's awesome, right?” Prompto grinned widely, hooking his hands behind his head as they walked, practically skipping as he said, “Well, it's either Prompto to Laetus. It gets lost in the translation, but a name like Noctis isn't hard to forget, Mr. Nightlight.”

Well that answered that question. “Shut it,” Noctis groaned.

Prompto snickered as his best friend glared playfully at him. “I guess everyone can't have as cool as a name as Quicksilver.”

“Don't you mean dorky? You sound like a gun from a video game series. Wasn't there one in that one game, Final Fantasy VII, or something?”

“Mr. Night. Light. And yes, it was Vincent's starter weapon. It's in a lot of the Final Fantasy games, though. Almost as famous as Masamune, I presume. Always a gun- I don't understand your obsession with swords in video games, guns are so much better! Then again, you lose at first-person shooters all the time.” Prompto snickered.

“Touche, and I hate you.”

The other teenager threw his arm around Noctis' shoulders, playfully cooing. “Aww, love you too buddy.”

“No, I hate you.” Noctis lightly nudged Prompto's stomach with his elbow, causing the latter to fall away dramatically, wheezing.

“Nah, man. I know you, know what you really mean to say. After all, we've been friends since we were what, six, seven?”

“Something like that. First grade, at least.” Noctis gave a little nostalgic sigh. “Back when homework wasn't a bitch to do.”

Prompto grimaced his agreement. “Tell me about it. I'm so gonna fail the math quiz on Wednesday.”

“I keep tell you, Prom, just get Gladio to tutor you. Who knows, maybe he'll tutor you in other ways, too.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at the blonde, who blushed darkly, his freckles standing out like little beacons as he shoved a laughing Noctis.

“No way! Besides, we both know he likes girls and not guys. 'specially not scraggly little guys like me.” And there was that disappointment in his tone Noctis often heard whenever he teased the blonde about his crush on their friend and Prompto denied that Gladiolus would ever like him.

“Yeah, well, then he doesn't know what he's missing out.” Noctis was waiting for the two of them to stop dancing around each other. Whenever the three of them got together it was obvious (to him, anyways) that they looked at each other in obvious attraction, flirted without even knowing it. What annoyed Noctis most was that they both obviously ignored their feelings, with Gladio going out on a date every other week and Prompto whining like a love-sick puppy. “And you don't either. Now, c'mon! The cafe's nearby and I've starved.”

Nestled comfortably between two larger buildings along the side-road near the two was a small little establishment called Sagefire. Owned by a friend of Noctis' family, the two teenagers often find themselves in the little place, sitting in one of the booths eating lunch on the weekends or just stopping by for a drink to-go, Gladiolus occasionally joining them. Something always seemed missing to Noctis, but if Prompto felt it too he never uttered a word.

The bell above Sagefire's door tingled as Prompto pushed it open, Noctis just a step behind. Lunch rush had already passed, telling the two that their time at the game store was longer than anticipated. A faint smile curved Noctis' lips upwards as he noticed that their usual booth in the corner of the shop by the window was unoccupied and made a beeline for it.

“I'll go order. Only fair since you got the game and all. The usual?” Prompto asked once they reached it, barely getting a nod from Noctis before he was hurrying away. Settling himself comfortably in the booth, Noctis slipped his phone out of his pocket, immediately starting up his game of King's Knight. When Prompto joined him minutes later he was in the midst of a dungeon. “Started without me? No fair,” the blonde playfully complained as he slipped into the seat across from him. “Dude, there's a new guy here that I bet is totally your type.”

“Uh huh. You said that about that new guy at the game store the other week. Couldn't have been further off.”

“I'm serious this time! That's why I placed our orders separate, so that you can see him for yourself.” Ah, so Prompto knew him well enough that he wouldn't look up from his phone until they left. Fair enough.

“All right. Now get on, this Level Four is kicking my ass.”

For a while they only spoke when encouraging each other in the next dungeon, hissing out instructions for begging to be healed – more in Prompto's case than Noctis' own.

It wasn't long before, “Prompto.” was called out. Noctis' brows rose in curiosity at hearing the smooth, accented voice. Tenebraen? Now that wasn't an accent you often heard. Of course, Noctis was too drawn into his game to look up, uttering a quiet curse as the nearest enemy shot down his health bar by half.

“And that's me.” He hears the quiet scuffle of Prompto getting out of the booth and making for the counter,

“Highness.” It takes a moment, and another call of “Highness!” for Noctis to realize that the smooth accented man was calling out for him. Immediately the dark-haired youth's lips twisted into a scowl as he turned his displeasure onto Prompto, who did look puzzled.

“Haha, very funny.”

“Wasn't me, dude.” Prompto held his hands out, looking completely serious. He knew how much Noctis hated anyone calling him 'Highness', had for as long as Prompto could remember. “Was probably the bartender or something.”

“With a name as popular as mine you'd think they'd stop getting a kick out of it,” the dark-haired youth grumbled as he stood, purposefully letting his chair scrape loudly against the floor. Scowling as he made his way over to the counter where the bartender had turned around to deal with the next order, unable to see the man's face.

“Hey.” As he reached said counter, Noctis opened his mouth to complain about the stupid nickname and to ask the man not to do it again, the man turned around and the teenager felt his mouth dry. He was hardly older than himself, but the way he carried himself was with a grace of a man who had to be royalty. Even working in a place like this (a nice coffee shop, but not an extremely fancy one) he was dressed to his nines, a nicely pressed white dress shirt and black slacks, dusty brown hair pushed upwards into a pompadour.

Glasses framed his eyes, and that had been exactly what made Noctis freeze; his sapphire gaze meeting with a very familiar set of emerald hues.

“...Ignis?”

He watched as lips curved upwards into a smile, those eyes softening as the man greeted softly, “Hello, Your Highness.”

#Choiminohovevo #Merry Christmas!#IgnoctSecretSanta2017 #:3 #ignis scientia #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #gladiolus amicitia #Ignoct #reincarnation

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spectrogramblog · 7 years

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The Id of L.A.

“There’s a feeling I get when I look to the West”…those are the first lyrics of Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven. When the band would come into town, they would take over two entire floors of the Hyatt Sunset. It was coined, appropriately enough, the “riot house”. Its hallways and suites adorned by groupies and cocaine, sex and parties. What else is new in a town infamous for excess? Was this heaven? Not exactly a celestial kingdom, but, Los Angeles, the City of Angels, has had its share of both luminaries and would be stars among its population.

A continuous renewal and recycle of street corner prophets, backroom political dealmakers, and rock star poets. The city of Jim Morrison, Charles Bukowski, Biddy Thompson, Kenneth Hahn, and even George Lopez. Shamans, poets, politicians, jokers. Their talent and fortitude have created legends. Heroes to some, nuisances to others, these Angelenos personify the City of Los Angeles. Bicultural before the term even existed. These Angelenos have had their feet in the sand, their heads in the clouds, their faces to the wind, their hands in the “masa”. Their hearts are the center of Los Angeles. That center being Hollywood Boulevard, Barney’s Beanery, Olvera Street, or Tommy’s Hamburgers stand all at once. It is both Olvera Street and Pershing Square, and the new Cathedral and L.A. Live. The heart of Los Angeles beats everywhere, it continues to mystify, and remains one of the great cities of the world.

Los Angeles excites the spirit, delights the palate, and bridges the worlds of imagination, illusion, and reality. This wondrous town both fixates and creates. Angelenos, be they real or fiction, have the unique ability of living in three worlds: the dream, the reality, and the in-between. Since the official founding in 1781, Los Angeles, like many great cities of the world: New York, Mexico City, or Tokyo, has, along with its citizens-Angelenos, forged itself this unique identity…the “sad flower in the sand”.

Identity and Los Angeles. The terms and subject matter complement each other so well. Carey McWilliams wrote of Los Angeles as an ethnic and cultural “archipelago”. A city where identity tends to vary from neighborhood to neighborhood. Contrary to places like Mexico City or New York, which seem be virtually identical in their descriptions: subways and metros, overcrowded and rambunctious; Los Angeles and its enclaves do not have such easy identifiers. East L.A can be identified not just by the Chicano/Mexican immigrant culture of tamaleras, lowriders, and homeboys. What comes to mind are second and third generation Eastsiders that are college grads with real estate careers and ties to city politics. The Westside isn’t only falafel stands, liberals and money. We have Venice, Inglewood and Little Osaka on Sawtelle. Even Hollywood’s Walk of Fame doesn’t just tell the story of stardom and tourism. Walk a mile east in any Angeleno’s shoes. You’ll be either in Little Armenia or the Thai/Filipino district. Just a few steps away from any common city artery, the Sunset Boulevards and the Olympics; the real Los Angeles comes to life. One or two block away from these primary arteries of life, we find the blood and the sand.

Immigrants, foreigners, bankers, actors, writers, students, homemakers. Every single one of them-dreamers. They come to Hollywood for the movies, perhaps at a chance to work in television or the film industry. Some come for schooling; others think they will do the educating. One thing is for sure, all we be taught a lesson.

Many also come from Asia or Latin America to reunite with relatives and family. They reestablish and reinvent themselves: get some work as nannies or busboys, and make just enough money to send home every month. Some may even work two full time jobs to make ends meet. Aspiring to save, forging their nest eggs with sweat equity. Households brimming with tias and sobrinos, abuelos y primos. One day, they will have enough to buy a little plot back in their homeland. But then, reality hits. They ARE home now. This is it.

“Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans” (John Lennon). But when did this all occur? Did the smog in the L.A. Skyline dull their senses? If the afternoon sunlight on a recent December day has anything to do with it, time has now moved ahead. It waits for no one. Everyone’s kitchen overlooks a road now. Not many Angelenos yearn for the wondrous, blissful California days of Helen Hunt Jackson’s character, Senora Moreno. Since the earliest migrations of indigenous settlers, from the Tongva settlers near the L.A River, to the Spanish/Mexican missionaries establishing El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora de Los Angeles y Porciuncula, up to the modern day, the modern day Angeleno, if not careful, looks out their kitchen window and can only hope to be cognizant of watching time, school, work, and many dreams come and go. Los Angeles, and its denizens, are not as suspended in time as they are captive to the city’s imagination.

Absorbed into the cries of the Santa Ana winds are the tears of Ruben Salazar, the prolific L.A. Times writer, killed by an LAPD tear gas container. Into the night sky, like the gaseous night’s view from Griffith Observatory go the frustrations of Armenian immigrants. They wait to commemorate their homeland’s tragic genocide on the streets of Hollywood, Burbank, and Glendale. And what of the people dying to get here? Where else in the world to customs and port officials, on various occasions, deal with international human trafficking on such a distinct level? From coyotes to cargo bins, from San Pedro to safe houses in El Monte, people feel the need to get here.

Los Angeles, what is the song you cry out? You are a siren dressed in coastal sage. Your phoenix chaparral burns bright among your anointed ones. The faithful, the faithless, the dreamers and the realists. The Tod Hacketts, Arturo Bandinis, Nathanael Wests, and the John Fantes: whose yearnings have been engulfed by the lachrymal Pacific; you sing the echoes of the millions that have cried their way home, to you. Your song is the Santa Ana wind, the foehn winds- howling through the canyons and passes. The Santa Monica Mountains and the Cahuenga corridor abound with the energy of your music. Echoing your own identity, you sing the song of your citizens’ past, present, and future. Los Angeles, the City of Quartz, is the anthropomorphic manifestation of its citizens. Citizens whose goals, wishes, and dreams attained or unattained, come in the form of a Bunker Hill view, a Santa Monica sunset, a carbon monoxide-stained palm tree, or an unfinished oil painting.

Fante’s Arturo Bandini had his dreams. Whether he envisioned himself a great author, the romancing playboy, or the keen observer, Bandini dreamt of his success and merit. Hopeful, not of the accomplishments, but of achieving them in Los Angeles. The reader doesn’t seem to doubt his talent. But his dreams of success, of merit, seem captive to his routine. A routine intrinsically raveled in the DNA of Los Angeles. A double helix of illusion and failure. “I went to the restaurant where I always went to the restaurant…I walked out of the restaurant, stood before an imaginary pitcher, and swatted a home run over the fence.” In this state, Bandini, the somnambulist, was captive to his imagination. The delirium of a child nestled in the bosom of Our Lady of the Angels. The city cradles and nurses its own. Each Angeleno feeds from the trough, suckles on the teat of the mother.”

The mother feeds her children. Hopes and prayers, the jungle leads to “la Calle de la Eternidad”…with thirty foot arms and hands stretched out to the heavens, reaching for the stars, muralist Johanna Poethig and her collaborators strove for the city to reach its people. The dreams of all its migrants, stretching out to their respective places of origin. The mural, on Broadway, not only reaches out sixty feet above, but stretches to the other “streets of eternity” across the globe, transcending time and space. It evokes the observer’s memory that, to be a citizen of Los Angeles-doesn’t imply having to give up one’s original roots. As any transplant or “native” Angeleno. “Where are you from? Oh, I’m from here, but, originally…”

“She had to leave Los Angeles. She found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend. She bought a clock on Hollywood Boulevard the day she left. It felt sad.” (X-Los Angeles). These lyrics, taken from the title track of the seminal L.A. punk rock band X’s eponymous album, Los Angeles, tells the story of mid-western girl who just can’t handle her life in Los Angeles anymore. “All her toys wore out in black and her boys had too. She started to hate every nigger and Jew. Every Mexican that gave her a lot of shit. Every homosexual and the idle rich.” Can any other song tie together both the love/hate relationship with this city any better? Written more than thirty years ago, the band was young, nihilistic. Now, well into middle age, they perform the song to newer generations of fans. New and old fans alike, the listener can be a native Angeleno, a punk rock fan in Belgium, or anywhere across the globe. The track, Los Angeles, resonates pungently of urgency and regret. Stay or go. Love it or leave it. Regardless of where one stands, living in Los Angeles, the resident becomes a part of the city. You end up loving it. Even when one has to part ways with it.

Why do so many come here? An often asked question. “Why? Because if he or she can make it here, then I can definitely handle this place. I mean, it’s not New York!” Better to just say “the weather” or the “California Blonde” than to open a can of worms. The new transplant under estimates the ego and heart of this city. Travelers come to envy those that are “fortunate” enough to reside in L.A. Yes the smog and sun can get to you. Everything collides and contracts here. Illusion and disillusion meet where Broadway and Calle de la Eternidad become one.

A commercial airplane lands at LAX, upon arrival, the traveler gets in their car, begins their trek into Los Angeles. Once at their destination, the majority always tend to ask the same question…”Am I here yet? Is this L.A?” Almost as if a double take is necessary to confirm one’s bearings? Where is the Hollywood sign? What about Compton, In-N-Out, or Pinks? Where do the movie stars live? All commonplace questions. Run of the mill superficial questions for, what they believe to be, a superficial town. It is never, “When and where was the city founded?” or “take me to Olvera Street”.

In stark contrast, upon departure, the business traveler or vacationer seems to always be in a hurry to leave the city. Not knowing if what they just experienced was truly a visit to Los Angeles or just a tour of the Universal Studios backlot. One thing is certain of the visitor to Los Angeles, be their visit short term or tenured, everyone wants to come back. The question is if the City’s enchantments are what beckon the visitor of if it is the illusion and fabrication of many a celluloid dream, superseding even the imagination of a child, that call one back to Paradise City.

The Angeleno also never fully appreciates the solitude of the Hollywood Hills or the mountains that roll down to the ocean. It is, simply put, a given. Angelenos nod their heads in boisterous confidence that “it is what it is”.

On the contrary, one of the Hollywood Hills’ most creatively accomplished residents was an Angeleno by transplant. Aldous Huxley-the famed British author of “Brave New World” and “The Doors of Perception”, loved Los Angeles. Admiring such idiosyncrasies as its drive-in donut shaped diners, the winding desert roads near Palm Springs, or simply, Los Angeles’ Mediterranean climate-he came to call the City of Angels his home. Once in Los Angeles, much of his creativity flourished, be it due to his new surroundings, experiments with psychotropic hallucinogens, or reading Hindu texts such as the Veda. The Veda’s primary subject mature and theme are, appropriately enough, the belief that the physical world is but an illusion. Welcome to the identity of Los Angeles.

#LosAngeles LedZeppelin JohnFante Hollywood OlveraStreet AldousHuxley

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ecotone99 · 5 years

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[FN] Waffle lad, and the fruity disaster!

In a land, not so far from this one, there was a little village. This village was known as waffle-town. In this quiet town lived a fellow named Waffle lad. Waffle lad had lived a happy, albeit boring life up to this point. The world was magical, but you become accustomed to the magic over time. The rivers of maple syrup, the trees that dripped butter for sap. It was wonderful but waffle lad was an adventurous soul. He hungered and yearned for the great unknown.

So when waffle lad finished his work, (peanut picking. Very important step in making peanut butter.) he began to wander in a new direction. One his waffle parents wouldn’t be pleased to have him go.

Soon enough waffle lad discovered a mysterious cave. One with an unmistakable aroma. Fruit. Strawberries and peaches and oh so many sweets and treats. He impatiently jumped on in, running deeper and deeper into the cave, his waffle flesh heart pounding with excitement.

He hadn’t seen real fruit in years! He’d only ever eaten dried fruit, which was good, but it was nothing compared to the lure of dripping fresh fruit flesh.

Finally waffle lad found it. Trees upon trees upon trees of apple, peach, lemon. Bushes of berries and lovely sweets of all kind. Waffle lad didn’t know yet, but he wasn’t alone. Pancake Sam was not too far off, observing the intruder with gluttonous and wrathful eyes.

Waffle lad couldn’t resist and Gave into his hunger. Eating peaches pit and all. Scarfing entire trees worth of the fresh fresh fruit. However this action would not go unpunished. Pancake Sam had already set a revenge plan into motion. He cast a devilish spell onto the fruit. And with an evil cackle exclaimed “YOU FOOL, YOU HAVE CONSUMED THE CURSED FRUIT OF SAM.” He took a deep breath and sneered, almost joyfully “You will face my wrath”

Waffle lad jumped in fear and embarrassment. He covered his fruity covered face and ran out of the cave, hoping to hide and never be seen by pancake Sam again.

However the curse had already begun. To punish waffle lad for his gluttony, pancake Sam had cursed the fruit. Any who consume the fruit would have their body swell to unbelievable size, and never be able to consume food again, until eventually they died from asphyxiation or hunger. Waffle lad of course had no idea, and simply carried on his daily life. Boring, but safe. Waffle lad remembered fondly the thrill of adventure and risk as he picked peanuts.

He tossed one in his mouth. Technically it was against company code but all his coworkers did it anyway. But then The peanut bounced and fell to the ground.

Waffle lad shrugged and chocked it up to bad aim. And this time carefully placed a second peanut into his mouth. The crunch was satisfying. But nothing compared to the soft wet flesh of apple and peach. He longed for the sweetness.

“Hey, waffle lad, your lips look a little funny. You ok?” Asked French toast tod. “What?” Exclaimed waffle lad. Waffle lad ran to the nearest bathroom and looked himself in the mirror. Sure enough, his lips had grown puffy and blown up. Like a balloon!

Waffle man immediately remembered sam’s threat. “you will face my wrath”. Chills ran down waffle lads fluffy crust. What the hell was he gonna do? The lips were growing as he stood. Then his foot began to feel funny. No. No way. He took a look at his feet. Swollen and deformed. Parts of his body were just swelling up. Like someone was blowing up water balloons under his flesh. waffle man screamed. “MY TAINT. MY TAINT. HE GOT MY TAINT!!!”

Waffle lad immediately clocked out and ran to confront pancake sam. There was no way he was gonna get away with this. He was sure. Nobody inflated his taint, or any body part for that matter, without his prior consent!

The cave grew closer, and if waffle lad had let his mind focus, and hadn’t let his rage take over, he would have seen the mighty bacon dragon, blending into the cliff face. However waffle lad did not, and sped walked right on into an obvious trap.

Thunderous feet crashed behind, and waffle lad saw the bacon dragons head sticking into the hole. There was no way it’s body would fit, however this didn’t stop waffle man from running as fast as waffly possible to hide inside the cave, deeper than the fatty breath of the dragon could get him.

Here he was. Yet again in the fruit haven. And on the other end, in a throne that waffle lad hadn’t noticed before, sat pancake Sam. “Well well Well.” Pancake Sam jeered. Pure fire burned in his hateful, petty eyes. “Here you are again. Come to make me reverse the curse?”

“Turn me back!! I didn’t know the fruit was yours! I just thought I’d found some free snacks!!!” Waffle lad explained. “I didn’t know what I was doing was wrong!”

Pancake Sam cackled his same old cackle. Sending the echo across the room. “You didn’t know? You didn’t know?! How could you not have known??” Pancake Sam accused. “You and your greedy mouth came in here, and didn’t even bother to ask any questions.”

Waffle lads dumbfounded look cued pancake Sam to continue.

“These fruit. You don’t see anything abnormal? You haven’t seen a fruit in years. Tell me, what does a fruit need to grow?” Asked pancake Sam.

“Umm... syrup and cinnamon?” Said waffle man, clearly unsure of his answer.

“You idiot. They need water and sunlight. Now tell me, what do you see?”

Waffle lad looked around. They were in a cave. Underground. But he could still see. Upon further inspection, waffle lad found vines along the perimeter of the farm, and they were glowing a warm orange. However the warmth soon decayed into a sinister red as pancake Sam stared waffle lad down.

“There is no sunlight... or water! Just stone and plants!!” Exclaimed waffle lad

“Correct. Now you understand why I punished you.” Pancake Sam laughed as he finished, and leaned back in his throne.

“So... will you undo it?” Asked waffle lad.

“No” said Sam simply.

“Wait why not??” Yelled waffle lad.

As the words left his mouth, the stone on the left wall began to chip outward. The smell of meat and fat began to fill the room.

“Now that you have been here, you know what I have. And I can’t have you spreading rumors.” Pancake sam’s face stayed flat, other than a tiny uptick in the corner of his lips. “Come my pretty. FEED UPON THE FLESH OF THE INTRUDER.” Screamed pancake Sam.

Waffle man immediately sprinted back, but found the cave entrance had been covered with a huge rock. No. No no no no. The bacon dragon dug harder and soon it’s head was visible. A rusted metal chain around this ones neck. It was a different dragon than the one outside.

It broke a wing loose and the fatty smell filled the air. And aroma that penetrated everything. A mighty roar ripped its way through the air, causing rocks to shake and waffle lad to fall on his fluffy behind.

Waffle lad screamed in terror. Big mistake. The dragons head flung towards his direction. And the wall exploded. The dragons massive form stepped into the open farm area, ducking to not hit its head.

It was flapping its wings uncomfortably, clearly trying to readjust the chains binding the creatures neck, and wing claws.

The creature had two legs, and two wings. It’s wings had claws that could work as a makeshift pair of legs, but the dragon was clearly meant to fly. It’s tale easily as long as the creatures body. It’s scales oozed with Grease and hardened chunks of cold fat were stuck around the creatures joints.

The dragon finally got its bearings and roared another earth quaking explosion. Rocks fell from the roof and Pancake Sam was nowhere to be seen. It was just waffle lad, and a mighty, flesh eating, fat breathing, grease oozing, glistening, meaty monster.

“THINK WAFFLE THINK” screamed waffle lad. Immediately the thought popped into his head that maybe he could get out the way Pancake man had. But likely the door was sealed and there was no way.

He couldn’t kill the beast. That was obvious. But the gaping hole the creature had made was still there. Only several tens of feet off the floor from where waffle lad stood.

The creature was biting at its chains, fat coagulating Into the chain link and locks. It wasn’t paying attention to waffle lad. Just roaring every once in a while.

Waffle lad began to move. Slowly making his way across the wall. The dragon watched with eyes like lasers, however it didn’t attack. Or even really seem particularly aggressive.

Waffle lad saw the creatures chains went from its neck down its back and into the wall hole. Waffle jumped and grabbed the chain. This pissed off the dragon which immediately went berserk. Throwing waffle lad down to the ground.

When his eyes opened the dragon was inches from his face. Fat and grease dripping from its lips. Then waffle of saw something interesting. It looked like a sword in its teeth. In a moment on sheer desperation he grabbed the sword, and pulled against the dragon as it flung its head back. It looked bewildered. Pawing at its face until it realized what had happened.

Then the bacon dragon nuzzled him. Waffle lad stood up and pointed towards the hole, and the creature lowered its head. Waffle lad climbed on and the dragon led him in.

The dragon was large enough for waffle lad to hide flat on its back without being seen from below. “So the deed is done?” Sounded a familiar voice. Pancake sam. “Get back into your bed. Now.” The dragon slowly sauntered into a giant cage, make of solid steel.

“FASTER” screamed pancake Sam and the creature bellowed in pain, almost throwing waffle man off. Electricity cracked through the air, but waffle man could not see below as the dragons wings were far too wide.

The dragon fell in, throwing waffle lad down into the corner. But still hidden by the dragons massive body. The door fell shut from above us in the mountain, locking the dragon in. It was a terribly small cage, for the dragon. Just enough room to stand or lay down. But it couldn’t fly or move at all.

Rage filled waffle lad. He wasn’t going to get away with this. He was hellbent now on both reversing the curse, and freeing the dragons. He didn’t even care about the fruit any longer. This was unfair and unjust.

Waffle lad immediately went into stealth mode, which was hard as waffle lad was now about double his size. Even with his doubled size, the bars were easily two waffles thick. Enough to hold a dragon, but not waffle lad.

He followed pancake Sam. Up stairs, left, right, right, left. Straight and bingo. A door with jewels and beautiful (albeit kinda over the top) Designs.

The doors opened on their own. Pancake sam wandered in. And waffle man slipped through just as the doors were shutting and hid behind some furniture.

Pancake Sam was silent other than the noise made by him pouring himself a glass of syrup. Waffle lad, sword still in hand, crawled carefully around, behind pancake Sam as he sat down to drink his syrup.

“Hello waffle lad.” Said pancake Sam.

Waffle lad froze

“Care for a drink? I’ve got plenty to share.” Offered Pancake Sam.

Waffle lad didn’t move a muscle

“I know you’re there. You’re gonna put that toothpick across my flesh and attempt to save your little dragon friend. Just come take a seat.”

Waffle lad stood slowly, and walked around to a chair to the left of the couch. Fireplace to his left, and pancake Sam to his right.

“I’m surprised you managed to befriend her. Her name is delly by the way. In case you were wondering.” Pancake Sam took a sip of his drink. “Do You know who I am?”

Waffle man stayed silent. Sword still clutched in hand.

“I was once an adventurer like you. But... we are different. Fundamentally. I liked magic and wizardry. You seem to have befriended this creature with no hesitation. You make friends. Allies.”

Waffle man wasn’t sure what he was getting at.

As if he read his mind, Sam said “my point is, I see myself in you. A different version of me. A reflection, but a shattered and dirty one. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still going to kill you. You never stood a chance.” With a flick of his wrist waffle lads sword flew out of his grip and dipped into the fire. Before waffle man could even get up, the blade was back, an inch away from his face, red hot, and razor sharp.

Pancake Sam continued. “However I am interested in you. So I’m going to study you. How you befriended delly so easily. It took me months of shocking her before she submitted to me. And yet within thirty seconds you have her under your grimy palm?” The sword seemed to get hotter, and maybe it was his imagination, but it looked closer.

“You hurt them” waffle lad said

Pancake Sam gave me a curios look.

“You hurt the dragons. That’s why they don’t want to cooperate. You hurt them and they refuse to work for you and undermine you at every opportunity.”

Pancake mans face stayed stoic and strong. Nothing moved. Unbreaking, unnerving eye contact.

“I helped stop pain, and she was so desperate for a friend that she immediately trusted me”

Wether or not this was true, waffle lad had no idea. But the longer he talked the longer he had to think of something. There was a bed, lots of bookshelves and dressers. A chandelier, paintings and art. It was a luxurious room. But nothing he could use to fight back.

“Your input is interesting. But I don’t believe you. I think there is something inside. Something like me. Don’t get me wrong, we are far from the same person. But I think you are magical too. And I think it expressis itself in different ways”

Waffle lad tried to repress a laugh.

“I am deadly serious waffle lad. Most folks would be dead. But not you. You walked to a cave, befriended a dragon, and followed me to my place of residence, with little issue. My curse should have killed you in minutes. Your airway is unaffected. Which honestly threw me for a loop.” Pancake sam stood up.

“But I am here to kill you now” Sam grabbed the sword and with a mighty swing.... an explosion? Waffle lad opened his eyes to see a dazed Sam with sword several feet away. The roar was unmistakable. Delly.

Waffle lad ran. Booked it as fast as he could, and somehow found his way back to the cage. Delly was clawing at the cage, but the dragon from outside was here too, after ripping a hole through the wall.

The other dragon turned to attack but delly roared and it froze in place. Looking at me, then at delly. It seemed to understand and continued clawing at the cell. It was useless.

Waffle lad knew the door opened up so he began to lift and lift with all his might. He knew HE couldn’t lift it, but if the dragons caught on, they could.

Sure enough the other dragon sniffed and began trying to lift the bars with its nose. Delly followed suit and soon enough she was out. The odds were looking to be in my favor. Delly still had her chain on, and I attempted to remove it, to no success.

I heard roars of rage. “WAFFLE LAD I WILL KILL YOU”. Followed by some very comforting explosions and incoherent screaming. Waffle lad made eye contact with the other dragon, who happened to not have chains, and nodded. This was it. Three on one. Pancake Wizard, vs dragons and a waffle.

Soon enough the chaotic clammer made it down to the cages and pancake Sam was there. Other than minor bruising he was untouched. But he was literally glowing. Not on fire but.... it must have been magic. Magic that got stronger with rage.

Pancake sams eyes were locked onto me, into my soul. “You’re going to die here waffle lad”. Said the pancake. “you are going to die alone, and you’re never going to be found.” He took a step forward, opening his palms and dropping the sword with a light clank. “Nobody will miss you. And I am going to enjoy every minute of therapy I give my dragon friends. They WILL be punished.” Fire began to grow from his palms. “I would ask if you have any last words. But I really don’t care enough”

And with that he lunged forward. Fire exploding from behind, and erupting from his palms. Waffle man ducked out of the way and the other dragon blocked the flame with its wings. A guttural roar filled the air, and honestly waffle lad couldn’t tell who it was at first. But when the dragons face became visible, the crispy, crunchy burns became visible. But the dragon wasn’t in pain. It was the closest to a smile the dragon could have with its face structure.

The dragon kept taking the blasts, over and over, switching wings and even using its head to protect me. “DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIEEEEEEE” cackled the pancake.

And then the dragon fought back. It was horrific. The incoherent screaming and gurgling. Liquid searing hot grease and fat, and even fire was shooting from the bacon dragons mouth. And it began to shred pancake Sam. Fluffy bits of burnt flesh and syrup flew into the air, catching fire and evaporating as it touched the dragons crispy and Burnt skin.

The swelling lowered immediately. Waffle lad fell to his knees. And the dragon now easily melted the chains off of delly, and began shooting her with fire as well. Apparently dragons needed to be crispy to be healthy. The fat around her joints melted and her skin grew to be sharp and crispy, just like her friends. The dragons shared a quick head nuzzle, and delly lowered her head for waffle lad to climb on.

The dragons both knew the way out, and In a matter of minutes they were outside again. Fresh air filled waffle lads fluffy pores. And he held onto delly as she, and her dragon friend took flight. Waffle lad pointed to his house and the dragons headed in that direction after an exchange of roars.

As the dragons landed, waffle lad hopped down. No longer swollen and puffed up, Waffle lad jumped to the door. He was a new person. And as waffle lad opened the door, he realized. “I’m not a waffle lad anymore... I’m a u/Waffle-Man.”

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ishqbaaz lb: 2 - 6th january

i thought i’d be all caught up and back on schedule by now, but somehow i find myself behind by more than a week’s worth of episodes again. oh well.

maybe this week’s my week. in the mean time, here’s the second installation of liveblogs.

2nd january

preview: whut the whut???? is shivaay drunk again? is he dreaming this? is anika dreaming this? am *I* dreaming this???? 😯😯😯

lmao these three sisters are rudra's nightmare come alive; the bhaabi he never wanted, HIS FATHER'S MISTRESS, and the cult leader who kidnapped him. 😂😂😂

this bloody house and family is so fucking big, they should implement whatever technology uber implements in its cars, to keep track of what family member is where. 😒😒😒

rudra's denim shirt/trackpants outfit is pushing the limit on "athleisure" methinks. 😕😕😕

GOD DADI YOU AND YOUR SCREECHING. JUST... SHUSH.

they should really get someone else to dub for the dadi actress, coz her voice. lord above. 😬😬😬

oh no shivaay thinks anika's playing. 😟😟😟

dadi looks downright horrified at the thought. dadi, it's ok. it's how billu and biwi do foreplay. stay out of their sex life. 🙄🙄🙄

lololololol the fridge is about to start ringing. 😂😂😂

give it up tia. you're not gonna win. 🙄🙄🙄

FIGURE IT OUT FASTER YOU FUCKING IDIOTS. 😑😑😑

lmaooooo "bhaabi fridge main kaisi pohunchi???" 😂😂😂

there's a sentence no one ever plans to say in their life. ever. 😂😂😂

PLEASE NOTICE THE FACE OF THE FRIDGE MOVING DUDE. ZERO REACTION. ALL IN A DAY'S WORK FOR HIM. he must move a lot of rich ppl's fridges with bahus in them. 😐😐😐

i was like "ok she's cold but not THAT cold that you need a bonfire in MUMBAI" before i realised tht this was a prinku scene. 😶😶😶

ok, acp is like... RIGHT UP in their damn group now, and no one's like "who's this weird, fully grown man who's appeared out of nowhere and staring intently at one of our friends? 🤔🤔🤔"

what the hell does he even want??? 😒😒😒

yes priyanka, leave the group and isolate yourself, while you're being stalked. that's the smart thing to do right now. for fucks sake, this chick has the survival instincts of a fucking dodo. 😒😒😒

oh great. three MORE rapey boys. just what the show needed. MORE RAPEY BOYS. 😤😤😤

(lemme save you all the trouble of wondering how this is gonna go - acp is gonna save her, she's gonna be indebted, he's gonna be all conflicted coz omg why did i save her i hate her and they'll angstily marry each other and be the most boring-ass couple ever. 🙄🙄🙄)

i need to know what makeup primer/fixing spray anika uses that's waterproof, crying proof, torture (by shivaay + daksh) proof, freeze proof... like... what sorcery is this????? 😯😯😯

ok rudra, if you think of her as your wife, why don't you just ACCEPT it, and TELL HER? why is this plot still where it was 2 months ago????? 😑😑😑

i want sAumya's jammies. they look comfy af. 😊😊😊

oh look. husband was here all along! 😚😚😚

aaaaand he's yelling. ouff. give a girl a second to wake up properly! 😒😒😒

ok relax my man, you're in mumbai, not the north pole, that a hand outside the blanket will make her get the chills. 🙄🙄🙄

aw, he's "snug as a bug in a rug"d her! 😚😚😚

"akduuuu!" 😂😂😂

honestly boys, you can find better porn on the net, you don't have to get your jollies from watching priyanka change into a nightgown ffs. 🙄🙄🙄

romi's outfit is cute af! i want! 😊😊😊

i don't like this new YELLYYYYY svetlana. 😑😑😑

wow ok yeah that plan sounds CLEAR AF, thanks svetlana, for being so precise and detailed. 🙄🙄🙄

A+ eyeliner though. if only you lent that laser focus on explaining the plan. 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽

oh this... credo, and hand gesture thing is... here to stay? not a one time thing from that reveal scene? 😬😬😬

it's reminding me of a hateful version of the thing the planeteers do to summon captain planet. 😂😂😂

BY YOUR POWERS COMBINED, I AM CAPTAINNNNNN NAFRAT!!!! 😋😋😋

acp is shocked to learn that someone else is moving in on his "make priyanka feel violated with rapey harkatein" niche. THAT'S HIS CURB, DAMMIT, AND HE'LL BE DAMNED IF ANYONE TAKES IT FROM HIM!!!!!!! 😡😡😡

just once in my life, i want someone to be as excited about me as rudra is about anika. 😪😪😪

"aap fridge mein kyun chupi thi? aap waisi hi itni cool ho!" 😂😂😂

dadi: don't do anything that can get you killed, lololol!

seriously, dadi??? is that how you warn someone??? is the actress playing her wrong, or is she being written weird? either way, i can't fucking stand this character since shivaay and anika got married. 😒😒😒

@ ruMya: can you two just bang and get over it? 🙄🙄🙄

"hum risk sirf tabhi lete hai jab humein yakeen hai humaara prince charming humein bachaane aayega."

the day i risk anything in hope of a MAN coming and saving me is the day i die. of disappointment. 😑😑😑

headline of tomorrow's oberoi times: 30+ year old man gets his kicks from eavesdropping on youth and their discourse on romance; forces wife to participate in chichori harkat as a means to feel her up under the stairs.

why's he hugging her to his chesttttt? like cute af and all, but... lol, why? 😂😂😂

aw rudraaaaaa. 💗💗💗

aaaaaaand, there. you had to ruin it. asshole. 😒😒😒

waah, seediyon ke upar bhi romance, neeche bhi romance. 😏😏😏

where's my boy ommmmmmmmm? why isn't HE feeling up a PYT somewhere in the vicinity of this staircase???????? god knows if anyone deserves it the most, it's him! 😐😐😐

play a romantic song from this decade maybe???? 🤔🤔🤔

ok shivaay, she's your wife. you can seduce her in your room, ya'know. 😶😶😶

ok fine, i won't be such a unromantic grouch. carry on. continue fondling your wife under the staircase, like a horny high school kid. 😌😌😌

what do you mean "roka kisne hai?" YOU WERE ON HER LIKE WHITE ON RICE BRUH. pfffffffft. 🙄🙄🙄

the bad dubbing is ruining this scene for meeeeeeee. i'll have to watch it again on mute to get my kicks. 😫😫😫

wow. so this is what it's like when shivaay is romantic. nice. why couldn't you have just persuaded her to marry you her like this?????? 😐😐😐

shivaay, back in his room, googling "help i think i love my wife" and "how to make my wife love me". 😂😂😂

tia's hereeee, looking extremely becoming.😚😚😚

LMAO that HUGE step back he took when she mentioned the baby. 😂😂😂

oh i think tia's in that phase of her pregnancy when women get super horny. 😶😶😶

lol, i've never heard of the word "rest" as a euphemism for an orgasm, but this show has been so ~~~pathbreaking in so many ways so sure, why not? 😕😕😕

*while being seduced* "... i need to finish my emails!" 😂😂😂

lmao what an ISHQBAAZ. truly amazing. dadi, come take a look! 😂😂😂

anika strolling into that room like, BITCH STEP THE FUCK BACK, THIS WORKAHOLIC ROBOT IS MINE!!!!!! 🙃🙃🙃

3rd january

preview: I KNEW THE NEW HUNKY SERVANT WOULD BE SHADY! I KNEWWWWWWWWW IT! 😬😬😬

tiaaaaa was notttttt expecting anika to be so ferocious after being frozen like an bag of peas. 😂😂😂

shivaay's deep resigned sigh + "tia, you brought this on yourself" face lololol 😂😂😂

"nakhre noor jahan ke" hee hee 😂😂😂

"kasam shivaay BABY ki" LMAO 😂😂😂

shivaay's enjoying this smackdown too much lol, he's intervening soooooo reluctantly. 😋😋😋

"ACHAAR KE DAAG KI TARAH DHEET" omfg appropriating this for daily use irl 😂😂😂

might as well hang a sign around shivaay's neck saying "property of anika" 🙃🙃🙃

for that matter, tia's too, coz anika just OWNED HER ASS 😎😎😎

damnnnnnnnnnnnn anika, is this what being cold does to you??? i just get very angry and miserable and eat a lot of carbs. 😐😐😐

lololol the instant disappearance of her giggles. 😋😋😋

patidev is taking full faida of display of haq. 😚😚😚

MAIN ROZ BRUSH KARTI HOON HAHAHAHA 😂😂😂😂😂😂

shivaay's not interested in your dental routine right now anika, he has lurrrrrrrve on his mind! 😚😚😚

(that look he gives her teeth tho, lol) 😂😂😂

it's weird that he's being SO romantic all outta nowhere. with a woman he served divorce papers to THIS MORNING.

(yes, this is the same day. god. i'm exhausted just thinking how long their damn days are. 😫😫😫)

bruh, parde toh bandh kiye hote. the whole house is getting an eyeful of your seduction game. 🙈🙈🙈

which is suddenly A+ btw. looks like googling "how to make my wife love me" gave him some fucking amazing results. 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽

such cute how they can't control their silly smiles and giggles at each other. adorable idiots. 💗💗💗

lol she literally jumped out the window to get away. 😂😂😂😂😂

relatable af. i woulda done the same. 😶😶😶

yes shivaay, what's happening to you? your constant smiling and being all romantic and shit is freaking meeeeeeee out. 😬😬😬

ouff, from that cuteness to this rapey nonsense. 😒😒😒

LOL ACP'S PUNCH. 😂😂😂

acp toh shivaay ka bhai nikla in phone tod department. 😐😐😐

where the fuck is everyone, did they just leave prinku alone? 😒😒😒

why doesn't the third dude deserve a name? 🤔🤔🤔

TUJHE CHAHTE HAI JAANEMAAANNN. abhishek and sumit have been watching too many b-grade 80's bolly movies. next they'll reply "bhagwan ke liye tujhe chod denge toh hum kya karengee?" 🙄🙄🙄

GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. honestly, i am so fucking done with this acp and prinku track. i could honestly not give less of a fuck about them. 😑😑😑

yes acp, keep watching as they tear her dori and violate her. best. 😒😒😒

anika, pay attn to hunky servant. he just gave you a clueeeeee. 😐😐😐

anika, you need to get a job. 😗😗😗

pft. acp ki herobaazi. mujhe nahi dekhni. fwd. 😒😒😒

can shivaay enroll prinku in some damn self defense classes ffs???? while he's at it, some personality development classes as well. 🙄🙄🙄

lmaoooooooooo TUM MERE HO. 😂😂😂

what the hell is with this show and songssss from the fucking 90s. can they not afford copyrights to anything newer??

such dramatic dupatta odh-ing was unnecessary. hand it over like a normal dude, bro. 🙄🙄🙄

prinku's feeling the angsty lau feelings right on schedule. 😒😒😒

since when is there this giantasss plate glass window in shivaay's room? 🤔🤔🤔

snort. hunky servant's evil smile. lololol. 😂😂😂

lol what the hell is he doing with the pointer toy i use to irritate my cat? 🤔🤔🤔

what in the world is shivaay wearing? 😟😟😟

lmaooooooooo. the cat toy is being used to melt whatever's holding the glass. 😂😂😂

yeah honestly anika, why do you ask? 😐😐😐

tia speaks the truth. get a job, anika. a hobby maybe. 🙄🙄🙄

like, i love anika and all, but god, i love tia so much more. she's a cold hard bitch who gets hers. 💗💗💗💗💗

or tries very hard, at least.

by this time, you could have run back home to save him by now. 🙄🙄🙄

looking at the angle the glass was falling, he was out of the danger zone. but yeah, the flying shards... oh well. 😐😐😐

TELL ME WE GET SOME AWESOME HURT/COMFORT SHIT OUTTA THIS, WITH ANIKA NURSING HIM BACK TO HEALTH. *smoochy noises* 😚😚😚

4th january

preview: idc what these ppl are yelling about all i care about is that OM IS BACK OM IS BACK OH HAPPY DAY OM IS BACK I FEEL LIKE I HAVE REASON TO LIVE AGAIN MY LONG HAIRED ARTIST BOY IS BACK!!!!! 😇😇😇

ouff, move slower shivaay. 😒😒😒

UM HOW THE FUCK DID THE GLASS JUST SHATTER SPONTANEOUSLY??? WHAT NONSENSE. 😒😒😒

GIRL, HONESTLY IN THIS TIME YOU COULD HAVE RUN THERE. 🙄🙄🙄

pft. he's fiiiiiine. just has some glass in his hair. nothing that tadi waala hair gesture of his won't fix. 😎😎😎

what's om screaming about? boy stand still and smile so i can drink you innnnnnn. 😐😐😐

what logic. there's just one paraaya, compared to allllll these apne. 🙄🙄🙄

tej, again, he's a self made billionaire. he doesn't need your money. 😑😑😑

ouff. men and their egos. 🙄🙄🙄

shivaay's been shook out of his near death experience stupor thanks to all the yelling. ouff, this fucking family. can't you let a man ponder his mortality in peace????? 😒😒😒

rudra, maybe have less selfish reasons... like, something more compelling than a fucking SANDWICH????? 😒😒😒

anika's brain be like OH BETE KIIIIIIIIII 😂😂😂

this should be a rasm for the new bahu too, witnessing the first bullshit fight that occurs in this family on a near-daily basis. 🙄🙄🙄

for once, shivaay's angry grabbing is justified and not icky. 😶😶😶

god stop being such an angsty emo bunny, om. such a drama queen you are. 🙄🙄🙄

ouff this damn new servant. 😑😑😑

yeah we got that, om. give us the REAL REASON. 😒😒😒

ooooh i think tej's trying to marry om off to some richhhhh heiress??? 🤔🤔🤔

CALLED IT!!!!!!

why's pinky making that self righteous face? it's what she was doing to shivaay too. 😶😶😶

arre bas itni si problem? nothing a little google-fu and facebook and instagram stalking can't solve! such baat ka batangad. 🙄🙄🙄

i mean, i gotta agree with tej here, arranged marriage really isn't a revolutionary concept. why's om getting so hyper like a damn white kid who's never heard of the concept? 😐😐😐

um, that's so not the reason to have kids????? 😒😒😒

he wants lurrrrrrrrrrve, tej. he wants LURVE. 😗😗😗

god this fucking murdery servant dude is getting even more footage than OM and it's pissing me offfffff. 😒😒😒

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, i mean if this argument came from anyone other than shivaay. 😂😂😂

to play devil's advocate though, he was in a relationship with tia and THINKS he knows her though. 😕😕😕

lol tej has the same idea as me. 😙😙😙

LMAO OM'S BRAIN LITERALLY SHORTCIRCUITING BEHIND TEJ, I AM LOVING IT LEMME REWIND 😂😂😂

lololololol even better the second time. 😂😂😂

bro, someone explain the structure of the oberoi businesses to me. please. i don't get it. what does shivaay do, what does tej do, how does any of this shit even work????? 😕😕😕

they're really modelled on the ambanis, i guess. 😗😗😗

tej, maybe don't disclose your petty so openly? 😬😬😬

ouff, dadi, why do you even bother? just go back to tirupati or whatever. take om with you. live in peace. 🙄🙄🙄

yeah shakti. just shut up. let a mom defend her son. 😑😑😑

what's wrong with this fucking servant, he's just going around the house tampering with everything shivaay touches. 😦😦😦

ouffffffff, jungle waala chutiyapa abhi tak khatam nahi hua. 😒😒😒

lol that weird scream. 😂😂😂

god, that's one determined rapist, going to attack prinku IN THE MIDDLE of getting his ass kicked. finish him offffff, acp. 😑😑😑

um acp??? large knife being aimed at ya girl... 😕😕😕

of course... of course acp is the one who gets slashed. 🙄🙄🙄

i wanted a shivika hurt/comfort scene. ouff, looks like i'll have to settle for this off brand nonsense instead. 😒😒😒

no? prinku's just letting him walk away? cool. 😗😗😗

ouff tej, you're like a dog with a bone, om don't currrr about your damn business. 😑😑😑

god how many times will we have to watch the same fucking argument between om and tej. i'm so bored. 🙄🙄🙄

ok tej, just stfu. THEY WERE JUST STARTING TO GET ALONG AND BE ALL CUTE AND FLIRTY AND SHIT. WHY YOU GOTTA RUIN ITTTTT????? 😑😑😑

ouff pinkyyyyyyy, shushhhhhhh.

this episode is so fucking boringgggggggggggg. ouff. 😑😑😑

oh no is svetlana back in tej's life now?????? OH NO. 😬😬😬

thank god at least one sister in the kapoor fam has a strong seduction game. watch and learn from di, tia + romi. 😎😎😎

who is svetlanaaaaa gunning for om to marry????? 😐😐😐

OHNOEOHNOEOHNOE 😯😯😯

i have this teeny tiny feeling that maybe om may end up marrying the chaddha girl, through some tej + svetlana dhokebaazi, and he's gonna hate her, but she's gonna turn out to be super nice and shit and worm her way into om's heart. #tellywoodtrashKiBhavishwyawaani 😇😇😇

dadi about to keel over from a heart attack. 😐😐😐

i feel zero sympathy tbh, coz dadi kinda deserves a tiny heart attack from the way she handled the shivaay/anika thing. 😒😒😒

the oberoi kid deserving bachpan-waala slapping is behind you, tej. he's less slap-worthy these days but give it a week or two, he's going to do something to deserve it. 😕😕😕

anika be like lord almighty i miss my bua. she was easier to handle than these ppl. 😮😮😮

calling it already, jhanvi is #bestMom2k17 👸🏽👸🏽👸🏽

good riddance. bye tejjjj.👋🏽👋🏽👋🏽

precap: shit, i thought my "bye tej" straight off dispatched him into the afterlife. 😬😬😬 nope. just some rando chick. om's girl? 🤔🤔🤔

oooh, shivaay making anika some mighty big promises. 😚😚😚

5th january

lol @ tej's hissy fit. 😆😆😆

this servant seems to have a damn phd in killing ppl. 😐😐😐

LMAO, pinky is meeeeeee. 5ever interested in the drama, but super side eye-y of it. lolololol. 😂😂😂

anika, honestly, i mean, i get your urgency, but is this the time? 🤦🏽🤦🏽🤦🏽

gaaadi hai, underwear nahi, that two people can't use one anothers'. just give him the damn keys, driver. 🙄🙄🙄

oh the plan was to kill tej all along? i have no issues with that. carry on, kapoor sisters. 🙃🙃🙃

GOOD LORD. RAPEY DUDES ARE ALSO KAPOOR SHILLS. WHAT NONSENSE. OUFF. 😒😒😒

also how the f did they send the mms to romi when acp smashed the phone last night???? 😑😑😑

anika, girl. you soundin' cray. 😶😶😶

lol the scenery chewing that this servant actor is doing. amaze. 😆😆😆

i want jhanvi's earrings. 😊😊😊

svetlana's super nonchalant "what?" at tej's impending death, i love it.

i've changed my mind, i think i love svetlana. i'm modeling my 2017 personality after her. 😍😍😍

tia, stop being such a weak bitch. 😐😐😐

OH NO JUST WHEN I GOT ON #TEAMSVETLANA, she's about to go do some suicidal stunt?!?!!! GODDAMNIT, WHY???? 😩😩😩

tej should have read @phati-sari‘s post on how to deal with failed brakes. 😊😊😊

yeah no one who takes an airbag to the face emerges looking completely fine like that. that shit deploys at like 300 kmph. 😒😒😒

oh shit u ok svetlana???? 😯😯😯

guessing this is svetlana's plan to make her way into the oberoi mansion. please don't let this end up with her marrying om tho. that's just super yucky. 😬😬😬

anika, you need to learn to communicate better. no one would believe what you're saying, the way you're saying it. 🙄🙄🙄

lol “dimaag ki dahi” what an un-shivaay like phrase. 😂😂😂

@ruMya: could you two kids just kiss alreadyyyy? 😐😐😐

ugh acp ka ott filmy dialogue. hope those big words are antiseptic and save you from catching some kinda nasty-ass infection. 🙄🙄🙄

“bohut khoon” my foot. 🙄🙄🙄

"main bura hoon, par gira hua nahi."

LMAO WHAT NONSENSE, HOW IS YOU FORCING HER TO MARRY HER IN ORDER TO TORTURE HER ANY BETTER THAN MAKING THE MMS? IF ANYTHING, IT'S WORSE. 😒😒😒

can you two get off my screen already????? 😑😑😑

thank you.

CAN YOU TWO IDIOTS STOP FIGHTING ABOUT THIS OUT IN THE OPEN LIKE THIS???????????? 🤦🏽🤦🏽🤦🏽

oh boy, om's gonna fuckin' loseeeeee it. 😬😬😬

lol his crossed arms + "both of you shoulda died" expression. 😋😋😋

god tia, TOUGHEN UP. nafratbaaz my ass. 🙄🙄🙄

svetlana doesn't even look thaaat injured tho? like she's just got a few scrapes... 🤔🤔🤔

BREATHE, SVETLANA, I JUST STARTED LIKING YOU!!!! 😩😩😩

why is no one (anika even) noticing tia losing her shit while seeing svetlana like this? 😐😐😐

LMAO TRUST THE OBEROIS TO KEEP THEIR FIRST AID KIT IN AN ORNATE GOLDEN FILGREE EMBOSSED WOODEN BOX. 😂😂😂

loving jhanvi, pinky and om's #idgaf expressions. 🙃🙃🙃

fwding to when svetlana finally wakes the f up, coz we all know she's gonna. 🙄🙄🙄

om asking all the real questions. 🙃🙃🙃

ok that answer doesn't make sense, tej. 🙄🙄🙄

nothing gets me more heart eyed than when om calls ppl out on their shit. 😍😍😍

what “jaan par khel kar”???? she just happened to be in the way with her car, there were zero allusions that she did it intentionally. 🙄🙄🙄

finally, tej lending some credence to anika's story. 😶😶😶

pft, i only watched today's episode for the shivika scene i was promised in yesterday's precap, and instead i had to watch a whole episode of them bickering and have to wait until the next ep. 😒😒😒

6th january

preview: yay, team's all here and on a mission!!!!!! 😊😊😊

lmao the knife still in the tyre. looks like murder servant isn't that smart after all. 😆😆😆

lmaoooooo no pointtttt calling security, come on shivaay. 🙄🙄🙄

sup khanna? new year, new facial hair! 😏😏😏

lol you know khanna is here only to make fanmixes on his otp. i bet he has a thriving youtube channel filled with footage of you two. 😆😆😆

why's he calling tej when he's just indoors???? 🤔🤔🤔

says the person who whatsapps her mom from the next room about how the cat is chewing on my leg. 😶😶😶

um shivaay, please to notice that your wife is currently having a breakdown? 😶😶😶

this moment is coming across as super fake on anika's part. the whole stumbling around and talking to self thing. 🙄🙄🙄

“aap BHI mujhe chod ke chale gaye toh?” awww. baby. *pats her hair*

god shivaay, why is YELLING your go-to for everything? you didn't even try to reason with her normally, before going to yelling. 😒😒😒

bad writing/shitty editing or shitty acting on nakuul's part? 🤔🤔🤔

"main kahin nahi jaunga. na main khud jaunga, na tumhe jaane dunga."

aw. but also, kinda creepy and dakshy-sounding. depends on what mood you're in while watching. 😕😕😕

HUG!!!!! 🤗🤗🤗

oh come on, you could have totally hugggggggged. why's shivaay having sudden commitment-phobia??? 🙄🙄🙄

lol jhanvi, why so obtuse? how can someone so smart, be so fucking stupid? 😑😑😑

LMAO PINKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I FUCKING LOVE YOU 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

never let it be said that true love doesn't exist in this show. 👭🏽👭🏽👭🏽 offering to murder your sister-friend's husband's mistress is the GREATEST ACT OF LOVE that has ever been displayed in the 170-odd episodes. 💗💗💗 #female relationships mean everything to me

pinky's disappointment at jhanvi not taking her up on the offer = the best. 😂😂😂

"naagin ko full fats creams ka milks pilaao" amazing. 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽

also, subtle meta reference at svetlana actress's gig on a naagin show? 🤔🤔🤔

does anika even know the whole deal with svetlana? how????? 🤔🤔🤔

kanji aankhein be shocked at...?

oh. murder servant's game is up. bye boo. it was fun watching ya overact the fuck out of everything for 3 days. 😙😙😙

rudra's brief for this episode: make an exit within 30 seconds of scene and take sumo with him. 😑😑😑

170 episodes too late, but yes, please change the security staff. 🙄🙄🙄

oh god, time for anika to maarofy heavy sanskaari statement about patni protecting pati from blah blah blah. 😑😑😑

my expression, exact same as tia's. 😒😒😒

oh boy, anika's leading tia into a phone throwing type moment. the wily minx. 😬😬😬

ooh, is this the first time tia didn't call shivaay SHIVAAY BABY? 🤔🤔🤔

lol shivaay, not much of a date if she goes alone. 😐😐😐

oh boy shivaay, don't piss tia off. she's gonna ramp up the attempts to murder you. 😬😬😬

i thought she was gonna snap his neck right there and then. 😂😂😂

lololol anika's face. 😂😂😂

methinks the shivaay doth protests too much. 😚😚😚

snorttttttt, idk if she's enjoying this or not, but I CERTAINLY AM ENJOYING THIS. 😂😂😂

nakhra is not a very hard word. neither is noor jahan. are you just stupid, shivaay? 😕😕😕

this is a silly, quite badly written scene, but they're so cute when they're unable to stop grinning around each other. 😘😘😘

tho shivaay is unusally happy for someone who almost got murdered twice today. 😕😕😕

time for oberoi mystery inc. to convene and discuss. 😎😎😎

in the most open, obvious fucking location in the house. amazing. not a single bright crayon in this box. 😒😒😒

^^^^ ACTUAL PICTURE OF THE OBEROI BOX OF CRAYONS. 🙄🙄🙄

when will my om get a girl to walk with, who loves him the way he deserves to be loved? 😞😞😞

"laser". pfffffffft. IT WAS A CAT TOYYYYY COME ON. 🙄🙄🙄

where did all the furniture in this room go? 🤔🤔🤔

lmao AJAY VERMA. might as well be named john smith. 🙄🙄🙄

also, of course he didn't come from the agency you fucking idiots. 😑😑😑

DRAMATIC TADI WAALA POSTURING! 😎😎😎

i'd be downright disappointed with tia if she wasn't eavesdropping rn.

NOOOOOOOOO DON'T LEAVE! LISTEN TO THEM PLANNING WHATEVERRRRRR! FFS TIA, ARE YOU INCAPABLE OF DOING THIS WITHOUT SVETLANA HISSING AT YOU AT ALL TIMES???? 😩😩😩

may i remind you all that they were making out like svetlana was almost in a fucking coma. still, not a single person watching over her to find that tia is visiting her and calling her "di". 🙄🙄🙄

lol svetlana's giant hair eclipsing her head bandage tho. 😂😂😂

i'm bored with this scene so here are the oberois as mystery inc. team members:

anika = velma 🤓🤓🤓 (because orange. and she's ultimately gonna be the one who solves everything.)

shivaay = fred 👦🏽👦🏽👦🏽 (requisite cis male eye candy; mileage may vary depending by case.)

sAumya = daphne 👧🏽👧🏽👧🏽 (occasionally does shit, but mostly here to fulfill the cute quota.)

om = shaggy 🙇🏽🙇🏽🙇🏽 (coz i'm sure 87% of his chill personality comes from the fact that he's 420 blazin' it up in that studio of his.)

rudra = scooby 🐶🐶🐶 (self explanatory.)

I WANT TO BURN EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE UGLY FUCKING VESTS THEY PUT ON THIS MAN!!!!!!!!! 😡😡😡

ooooooooh anika sleeps in the room now! progress! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

"anika? hi? good morning? 😶😶😶" lol. awwww. 😊😊😊

goddamnit shivaay, why the fuck are you always yelling??? honestly, that too so early in the morning. 😒😒😒

"you sleep like a log." "kaun log?"

snort. 😂😂😂

"dhang ke kapde"? you rather liked this outfit the last time she wore it. couldn't stop feeling her up every two minutes. 😏😏😏

"breakfast banane jaa raha hoon, TUMHARE LIYE."

NOW i'd say my man’s on track to redemption. 😚😚😚

what can i say, i'm a hungry bitch. feed me and i'll be yours forever. i'm very much like a raccoon that way. 😇😇😇

OOOOOOOOH A GIFT. 💖💖💖💖

wait, should i be worried? 😟😟😟

coz y'know, the last time he handed her a gift wrapped box, it had divorce papers. 😕😕😕

OOOH AN IPHONE. ANIKA FINALLY JOINS THE IPHONE FAM.

inaugarate it by dirty facetiming each other. 😏😏😏

sahil is a 7 year old. AT BOARDING SCHOOL. he doesn't need a fucking phone. 🙄🙄🙄

ooooooooh. "pyaar se." girl, watch what you're asking for. you couldn't really handle his pyaar a day back. you jumped out the window coz it was too much. 😋😋😋

goddamnit, this smooth motherf... where's he suddenly getting these moves from???? 😯😯😯

ok it's an iphone. not that there's a lot of variety to CHOOSE from. calm down, shivaay. 😑😑😑

his smiley romantic mood makes me both awwwww, and also be a little freaked out. 😬😬😬

mostly freaked out. i'm really not used to it. i'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop. 😕😕😕

"toh yeh pyaar se tha, ya dobara koshish karoon?"

holy shit. i... uh... 🤐🤐🤐😯😯😯

*loses my damn mind for a second*

ok i’m back... BUT WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE SHIVAAY WE KNOW AND LOATHE????? 😮😮😮

GODDAMN HIS SEDUCTION GAME... JUST... NO WORDS. 😶😶😶

i nearly jumped out my damn skin just like anika when he came back.

"phir se blush kar rahi ho."

GET OUTTA HERE, ANIKA AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH ALL THESE FEELZ. JUST GO MAKE THE FOOD. GO. SHOO. 😩😩😩

"yeh blush kya cheez hai???? main kar bhi rahi hoon aur mujhe pata hi nahi hai!" haha awwww 😂😂😂

sAumya looks cuddly af man. i wanttttt a hug from herrrrrr! 🤗🤗🤗

why is she not dancing in her own room tho? 🤔🤔🤔

the fuck is this???? 😒😒😒

ohhhhhhhh, it’s an ad for some shit. fwding. 🙄🙄🙄

also, why is it suddenly night if shivaay just woke anika up? 🤔🤔🤔

bloody hell, what a waste of screen time, this is an extra minute i could have spent staring at om's face. #respectOmkara2k17 😩😩😩😩

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