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otherworldly-locos · 2 years
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My thomas design is finally done oh my god (1/7)
Here is the boy! I’ve procrastinated for maybe like 5 months now on trying to get my ttte designs done. I have no idea why, but my body physically wouldn’t let me draw the train men 😭
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But now since Thomas is done, im gonna start working on edward pretty soon.
Some info on him under the cut :))
•Thomas Graham was born in the uk and loved everything trains. His father worked on the gwr so he was a very big inspiration for little Thomas. He took the time to watch his father work and tagged along with him if he could.
•Thomas was friends with Percy Lewis growing up, a kid who also really liked trains but also liked knitting and other activities like that. They always played a game where one of them was a conductor and the other was a passenger. The train was usually made out of a wooden box.
•They both went to the same junior high, high school, and university centered on engineering and robotics. Both of them were practically inseparable.
•Then after university, they moved to sodor to become engineers and the fat controller gave them both their own engines.
I’m not that good with the biography stuff so I’m gonna move to hcs lmao
•Thomas is very famous on the island due to the multitude of heroic deeds he had performed for the past couple decades.
•very much a big prick. He can be kind and respectful on rare occasions but to mostly everyone (even sir topam hatt) he is very rude and annoying. Hiro and Percy are the only exceptions though. He cares for them too much.
•He likes playing sports a ton. He plays a game of football (soccer) with the steam team when they all have their break days.
•This is just a quirk that my ver of sodor has but people who are born on sodor or have moved to the island are gifted/cursed with sorta eternal youth. But it varies from person to person. This is a phenomenon that’s never been explained.
•That specific quirk effected Thomas when he moved to the island. When he arrived, he was 26. But as time went on, he noticed he never aged physically. So thomas is pretty damn old considering how he works on the railway for decades. But he still has a childlike attitude.
•Thomas has the biggest, fastest crush on Percy. He loves his best friend so much. But he can’t bring himself to tell Percy. He fears it’ll ruin their relationship.
•him and Percy like to pull pranks on the steam team and other ppl on the island that they know
•This mf has a record collection and loves listening to billy Joel and the Beatles. Although he was born in the uk, he likes American music very much.
•He hates Diesel 10 so so so much. Like a grudge type of hate. He feels this way because d10 did some not very good things in the magic railroad and dotd. There’s definitely no way he’ll change his opinion on him anytime soon.
•other then Percy, his other close friends have to be Anne & clarabelle, hiro, skiff, lady, and the rest of the steam team ofc. He has a rocky relationship with the strike trio but still loves them very very much.
•dude snores so loudly. Gordon’s room in next to his and the man wants to throw him through a wall sometimes.
•very very proud of his shitty stubble
•saving this for last but Thomas is fatherless. His dad died of an accident whilst walking to work. Very sensitive topic for him :(
All this info probably sounded a lot better in my head but I hope this is alright! I’m really excited about making my own human au. I’ve been thinking about this for awhile :))
Edit: fuck the whole thing about the island having a weird age thing, I’m not gonna mess with that since it’s complicated and I’m lazy so they age normally now.
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greatwesternway · 1 year
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What's your take on Proteus?
The first time the show tells us about Proteus, it's in a story that Skarloey is relating. This implies that Proteus is a folk hero or an urban legend since tales like that usually are maintained as oral histories.
However, the next (and final) time Proteus is mentioned, it seems instead that he is a character created by a children's author named Mary Marvel.
Couple of possibilities then.
Proteus is a narrow gauge folk legend and Mary Marvel just adapts existing stories about him for print.
Proteus is a character she created and that why she's written so many stories about him.
In a perfect world, I'd prefer if it was Option 2 if only because I think the concept has an interesting byplay with the RWS itself. That is, the engines of the RWS are famous in their world because they have been written about in these books. And there's a whole book about children not believing the engines were real because they were characters in childrens' books. So I think it'd be quite amusing if Proteus was a fictional character from a children's book, but because Sodor engines' experience with this is that they're in books and they're real, therefore logically so too must he be. Or have been.
I also prefer this option because Proteus' story involves magic, which I do not care for on the surface level of a RWS story. Story within a story is fine because trains themselves are superstitious and prone to fanciful belief.
But there's one thing complicating that idea: the statue. The statue of Proteus that Peter Sam finds is very old. Much older, I think, than Mary Marvel is. Of course, we could afford ourselves some sense-of-time fuckery: even though times change, time does not pass on Sodor. We could easily assume the same sort of lineage for the Marvels as the Hatts have. And it would be analogous to Christopher Awdry taking up his father's work. Parallels are very satisfying!
But if I was gonna actually use Proteus, I think I'd do a mix of the two just to keep it tidy. Proteus was originally just an urban legend about a narrow gauge engine with a magic lamp, a story famous enough for someone to commemorate it with a statue (and then promptly forget about it). Mary Marvel found the (conveniently public domain) story compelling and built out a children's book series around the character.
Also, as an aside, I think the Skarloey Railway engines (as well as the Culdee Fell ones and Arlesdale too) tend to behave more maturely than the standard gauge engines, due to their tighter financials. They can't afford to be fucking around like Sir Topham Hatt's engines do. The niche railways seem to have a repertoire of cautionary tales (Godred, Smudger) to keep engines level-headed, so a nice morale bolstering tale (even if it features unlikely magical intervention) is something I think they might see some value in. I'd prefer if the point of the story wasn't so broad as "wishes come true" because what do trains really ever wish for beyond what they mostly already have? Still, Peter Sam wished to find his way back to the incline, sought out what he thought was the magic lamp (videogame level design wisdom: if you're lost, head towards the light), and lo, he got his wish.
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Due to popular demand of one whole person (@land-of-diesel-10), the first of many OCs, Ella! My beloved axe-wielding shortstack, her In The Sky!design specifically :D
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Since she's an OC, and I haven't talked much about her, here's a little rant about my girl:
Her backstory, summed up as best to my ability (that is to say, ya'll are in for one hell of an angsty ride):
Ella, with her fleet of siblings (364 of them to be exact, reference to the MÁV 424 class of steam engines she's based on) worked for the AU's equivalent of MÁV, high up in the sky. Nothing special there. Well, working for this shitshow of a company is a nightmare, so Ella, along with her siblings, tended to try and fly as far away as they could. Unfortunately, they aren't able to get very far.
After literal decades of the roster's shenanigans (one of which resulted in Ella getting the axe she's holding in the drawings), staff decide they have enough of their antics and chain and lock them all up in an old, abandoned station with limited supplies.
They planned to come back for them, planned being the operative words here, but times change, as do people in charge and eventually, they're all forgotten.
Days turned into weeks, months, years, the weakest of the bunch dying in what ended up being a decade-long "adventure". Out of the 365 siblings, 19 remain, Ella being one of them.
As the last 19 tried passing the time, hoping for someone to find them, or death at that point, Sir Topham Hatt, with Edward came to Hungary for some sort of meeting I haven't completely fleshed out yet. The latter ended up hearing the remaining few trying to get themselves noticed by singing songs as loud as they could manage.
Since this post is already very long, let me summarize: Edward checked the old station, just to make sure he hadn't gone completely nuts, while STH did his own thing. Finding the sight of his chained up bretheren, he stood still for a second, then ran for STH, who, along with whichever executive he was talking to, was shocked, to say the least, to find 19 workers chained up and locked away from the outside world.
One thing lead to the next, and now those 19 live their happiest lives on the Island of Sodor, free from the figurative and literal chains of their home country.
Personality:
Ella is a sassy goofball, always down to pull a prank. She's actually not very social, tending to spend time by herself if given the option, but she gladly chit-chats with her coworkers-turned-friends during the day. She's also very observant, reading anyone like an open book. This caused her to not be approached often by many, mostly those who tried to fake something about themselves to her.
She loves to read and draw, and she's not a stranger to writing either, stories in general being something that she's living for. Gardening is another hobby of hers.
As for things she dislikes, there aren't many actually. One of said few though, is tight spaces. If you read her backstory, which I hope you did if you're this deep into the post, you know why (-> why she has cieling-to-floor windows in her room).
What does she think of her new coworkers?
Thomas: He's a tiny gremlin child and she loves him like a son.
Edward: She and her siblings literally owe him their lives, so immediate respect. Ella in particular sees him as a father figure.
Henry: They're both introverts and have many things in common. From their dislike of tight spaces, to their interest in gardening. She looks up to him like that one cousin who always seems to have an answer.
Gordon: She sees him as a brother, something she'd never admit to his face. That in all senses of the word: she'd try to beat him up in a heartbeat, but will also do anything in her power to make him as happy as she can. They're both fucked up and vibe in peace.
James: She thinks he's annoying as fuck, yet also very fun to be around. His apparent obsession with his clean, pristine uniform never fooled her, thanks to her ability to read anyone like a book. Overall fine, can be a bit much at times.
Percy: "My caterpillar son :)" that's literally it. She loves him like a mother loves her son.
Toby and Henrietta: they're like grandparents to her, they're normally the ones she'll go to rant about her day, or James.
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crimsonrose95 · 3 years
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*screams*
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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years
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If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle
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Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, flirting, Bruce is frustrated
A/n:So been in a dc mood today and couldn’t get this out of my head i really hope you enjoy it xx
Bruce meets you when you both get called into the school and instantly wants you to himself.
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If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle.
You grumbled as you walked up to the pretentious school pissed that it wasn't near any bus routes, cos these type of people don't use that sort of thing. The walk was long and arduous especially after the 10 hour shift you just finished cos some stupid little twat decided he didn't feel like coming in today and called in 'sick' at the last minute even tho you heard his giggling girlfriend in the back ground. Sighing you pulled out your hair tie slapping it up into a neater messy bun as you made your way into the school reception stopping ,you raised an eyebrow at the receptionist as she gave you a side glance pretending not to notice you. You looked up to the ceiling praying for some restraint because you'd had just about as much as you could take today and didn't need the snobby attitude of these people. After a few moments you looked at her.
"Excuse me I'm here to see Mr Koleman I'm running a bit late so could you sign me in?" you said as calm as possible she rolled her eyes.
"Mr Kolman doesnt take personal meetings on the school grounds" she said snidely dismissing you , you growled at the implication.
"I'm Jack Cookes sister you phoned me earlier?"
"oh? you have an appointment?" she said. you grit your teeth.
"Trust me if I didnt I wouldnt be here" she gave you the once over then reached a perfectly manicured hand beside her screen lifiting a clip board
" and your Mrs?" you shook your head
"Miss Cooke with an e" a chuckle and whispers rippled through the office as she checked you in and handing you a visitors pass. You snatched it and made your way down to the hall to a mini reception outside the principles office. As you opened the door you spotted your little brother supporting a bloody nose ,cut cheek and eyebrow. Ignoring everyone you ran across the room stopping before him and his best friend.
"Oh for fuck sake Jack, here let me look" you said tilting his face this way and that you looked beside him swivling on your feet pulling the boys face up.
"Damien are you ok- seriously you to?" you cut yourself off seeing a dark bruise on the boys jaw you tutted rummaging through your bag pulling out a pack of ibuprofen and small bottle of water passing it to them both.
"here take these" stopping as the principles secretary snapped at you.
"Miss! you cannot give medication to other student's god knows what they are!!" you rolled your eyes giving the sleeve of tablets to Jack who then popped out two and gave them to Damien before taking his own.
"Happy?" you quipped at her with an innocent smile then turned to Jack
"Jack please please tell me you still have all your teeth" he smiled showing a full set then looked at Damien who copied. You sighed in relief smoothing both boys hairs then placed a kiss on each of their heads. You continued coddling them unaware of the man behind you watching shocked as damien sat still letting you fuss over him. Bruce didnt know you from adam but damien apparently did
"Was it them again? I told you if your gonna retaliate keep it off campus!" you said kneeling in front of them hand on either boys knee.
"We didn't start it." your brother stated and you believed him , he and Damien get themselves into trouble I mean there a couple of teenage boys there bound to act up but he doesn't just 'verbally disrespect people and attack other students' as the teacher on the phone had put it.
"Ok what happened?" you asked they both looked down Damien spoke up first
"They started calling us names again, kyle tripped and blamed Jack for it getting him told off so i called Kyle out on it then they started calling us names again we told Mrs Hatt and she laughed saying sticks and stones" . Jack continued
"So I called her a drunk fat bitch who was at best a fucking baby sitter, kyle slammed my head into the desk for it cos he's a little ass lick." you sighed as Damien took over
"SoIi punched kyle in the face knocking him on his ass and Clarence hit me and Jack headbutted him then we were pulled apart"
"yeah were did you learn to punch like that? he went down like a sack of shit" Jack asked laughing damien joined him laughing you deadpanned as they high five'd one another.
"Ok guys thats neither here nor there the point is your teacher sat back and watched?" they nodded there teacher seemed to have a problem with your brother due to your social class, he'd been accepted as part of a new law that all private schools must accept a certain number of full scholarship students to give everyone 'an equal opportunity' you'd been complaining to the school about the bullying and the teachers attitude but nothing has been one it seems.
"So you didn't hit them first?" you asked Damien shook his head at you. you believed them they were good kids.
"Good but you know fighting isn't the answer right?" they shook their heads you stood up fully taking a seat beside them.
"Damien thank you for helping him and Jack fuck sake don't you know headbutting hurts you more than the other guy. I'm sorry this is still happening guys but I'm gonna take care of it ok? trust me?" they both nodded at you still looking a little sorry for themselves you swung around in your seat only now seeing Bruce sitting opposite you.
"Bruce Wayne, you must be Jacks sister Y/n was it?" you nodded as his hand devoured your in a hand shake.
"Yep that's me. sorry your boy got dragged into this" he chuckled waving it off
"He will always find trouble at least this time its for sticking up for his friend, im glad to finally have a face to put to the name they talk about you alot" you nodded at that couldn't help your breathing hitch slightly at his smile his eyes seemed to burn into you analyzing you. You flushed slightly under his gaze
"Good things i hope" he nodded at you licking his bottom lip damien sighed you loked away before smirking at Jack.
"You really called her a drunk fat bitch?" he laughed proud of himself
"Yeah, sticks and stone and all that thought id test it" you laughed out loud
"To quick for them huh? I see where your going with it tho smart ass" he smiled sheepishly
"Well it worked for you, had to give you a leg to stand on" you laughed high fiving him . Bruce flinched as the display made you look your age. your relationship with your brother was a strange one. One moment you had to be the 'politically correct parent' the next you could return to being his 'cool older sister', there was 12 years between you but it didn't bother either of you , it wasn't that long ago that you were in school so you understood him. You struck up a conversation with the two boys, Damien had been the only one in the school to get along with Jack and you were thankful that they found each other two peas in a pod and he seemed to be coming round constantly it hadn't taken long before you started mothering him to. They were always together at your house or the manor but youd never met bruce jntill today sure damien had spoke about him, convinced that the two of you would hit it off, you just laughed him off saying it was wishfull thinking, but you couldnt help but wonder as you sat across from the handsom man well aware of his eyes watching your every move. Bruce watched fascinated as you seemed to be on the same level as the boys , if he was honest he was happy to see Damien relaxed around someone. Damien constaly gushed about you to him and he could see why as his eye scanned you up and down taking everything in , you was certainly beautiful petite and slightly heavy set you had a young carefree air about you that still held a nurturing aspect , probably what drew damien to you the boy had never had a motherly type of women around him, hell even he felt drawn to you in more ways then one, he noted as he felt,his blood rush south. It had been a while since any woman had coaxed such a strong reaction from him. He'd never been one for the young domestic type but there was something in him that wanted you. He tried reasoning that it was because of the way you had coddled his son, or maybe it was that he missed that motherly affection himself, but no there was something more then that a deep atraction pulling at him.He could see why Damien had taken a shine to you he'd be lying if he said he hasn't already been thinking of a reason to meet up with you outside of school. It was rare that someone caught him by surprise and you had defiantly caught him by surprise. Clearing his throat he re-position himself on his seat as his boxers became tighter embarrassed and admittedly a bit confused as watching you mother the two teens had begun to arouse him. You looked over to him with concern.
"Are you ok Mr Wayne?" he inwardly groaned at the name and way you looked at him so innocently ,no idea what you were doing .fuck. He forced a charming smile
"Yes just wish they'd hurry up." you sighed pouting slightly
"It seems a bit stupid calling this an emergency then making us wait this long. twats." you snipped crossing your arms across your chest huffing he chuckled hearing the barely held back irritation, imagining just how bratty you could be, and exactly how he could deal with said bratty behaviour a shiver ran down his spine, he sucked through his teeth as his cock twitched at the thought his mind racing to other tempting scenarios of you and him, shaking his head he had to snap himself out of it. The door opened and you were both called in. He watched wide eyed as you rose your demeanor changed completely, gone was a fun loving motherly young woman and there stood a less than impressed mama bear under 5ft tall but walked like a giant. He blinked and staggered in behind you thankful that he opted for a longer blazer that helped cover his 'situation' once in the office you set down in front of Mr Koleman the principle a stout balding man that was king of his own little castle and like to let everyone know it.
Mr Koleman looked at you with distaste then smiled shaking hands with Bruce.
"Ah Mr Wayne good to see you again tho I hoped it was on better terms. Miss Cooke I'm glad you could come down today I wasn't sure you'd make it this time." he said condescendingly you smirked putting on your polite 'adult' voice.
"well I've been trying to get an appointment with you about these issues that I'm sure your fully aware of, however you seem fully booked so I'm glad I finally have the opportunity to straighten a few thing out" he grimaced as he took a seat behind the desk.
" Yes well I am a very busy man." he said
"Yes I noticed that when the receptionist mistook me for a personal visitor." you hear Bruce cough covering a laugh as the principle opened and closed his mouth speechless.
"Any way what was it you wanted to discuss Mr Koleman?" he scowled not used to being shut down by a young women. He leaned forward shuffling papers
"yes well we've been having problems with Jack for a few months as your aware-"
"Yes I'm aware that he is being targeted by his teacher and bullied by other students in the class which is being over looked and in some instances encouraged by the staff at this school. but go on." you interupted him staring at him unblinkingly Bruce gapped before collecting himself sitting back to watch the show the distinct feeling that you were going to rip this man a new arsehole.
"Uh-oh i was not aware of that"
"do not lie to me" you growled 'and here we go' Bruce thought he'd been with enough women to know that all hell was going to break loose as the quiet sweetheart form out side became a little spitfire in the office and couldn't help the a quick fantasy of you being this fiesty for him in his office. You pulled out a small red diary from your bag turning to dates in it.
"On the 4th of March I phoned the school and spoke to a Mrs Hatt to discuss cases of bullying she said that it was being taken care of and that I had no reason to worry. March the 12th Jack came home with bruises on his back caused by the same students they had tied knots in there ties and whiped him with them while getting changed for p.e, I had raised concerns about it nothing was done. I phoned again and once again was fobbed off by Mrs Hatt that there was nothing happening, then Jack comemhome with a sprained wrist, then it was bruised stomach, then a cut forhead and a brokennfinger from them smashing it in a door etcetera these incidents continued and I continued to report them and it was always the same names that popped up, the same three boys. I'd had enough on May 21st I phoned and asked to speak to you instead I got through to a Mrs Hamsten? the vice principle?" you watched as his face became paler and paler as you spoke he nodded. Bruced leant back eyes blown finding himself getting hotter as he watched you tear down the man infront of you.
"Yes and she said that the boys had been put into detention for it which turned out to be a lie another student confirmed that nothing had been done. I then put my issue in writing, I wrote a letter sent by recorded post to you about the issue and received a reply, sighed by you, that you have a no tolorence policy and would look into it, nothing has been done and now you have the audacity to call me up and have me come in here because he finally had enough and stuck up for himself because this little shit split his face open on a desk whilst the teacher watched? tell me Mr Koleman do you still want to pretend you dont know what I'm talking about because I've recored all the calls I've made about this." you tore into him as he shrunk further and further into his seat not prepared for you to come at him so direct. Bruce didnt know what the fuck happened to the sweet little thing he saw outside but what he did know was that was one of the sexist things he'd seen as you asserted yourself beautifully not giving the man time to respond. If it wasn't for Mr Koleman sitting behind the desk he'd already have you spread out on it underneath him. 'Another time'he thought to himself he licked his lips tugging at his trousers again trying to ease the ache in his cock as it strained against its confines.
"Ah yes well, now that I think about it I do remeber a letter" he stumbled over his words you nodded your head
"Yes I'm sure you do. Today was the inevitale blow up." He collected himself looking at Bruce for some sort of back up instead the billionaire scowled at him.
"Be that as it may there is no excuse for calling a teacher a drunk fat bitch." you nodded
"I agree how ever it was for science. Your member of staff who has neglected her duty to keeping my brother safe on school grounds ,has brushed off his bullying useing 'stick and stones' so he decied to test that theory by calling her a drunk fat bitch, turns out names do hurt and caused her to become agitated that she allowed him to have his face smashed into a desk by another student cutting open his eyebrow, cheek and bloody his nose. I dont think she should be able to teach if she cant practice what she preaches and certainly shouldnt be left incharge of children if she is that unstable that she would allow an attack to happen because her feeling were hurt."
"yes well he dragged Mr Waynes son into this-"
"Damien and Jack are friends Damien saw Kyle attack Jack and defended him which is more I can say for the staff at this school. I'm warning you Mr Koleman sort it out before I go to the press. How do you think that would look? when your school board find out that Mr Wanyes son was injured defending his friend when the teacher didn't lift a fucking finger. You wanna go there? cos I fucking will I've had enough." he sat up straighter alarmed, Bruce moaned deep in his chest but watching you was really doing it for him he didnt know why or care in all honesty he just wanted more of you.
"No, no theres no need for that. We can sort this out between us no need for the governors or press. Mr Wayne is there anything you'd like to add." he said trying hard to wrap up this meeting. You looked at Bruce who frankly you forgot was even there he shook his head looking strange, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.
"I think Miss Cooke summed everything up wounderfully, and she has my full support sort out these kids, I know that they have been causing Damien problems name calling getting him in trouble such and he has said the teacher dosn't do anything about it. I wont stand for it any more , if its not sorted out by the end of the week I will bring Miss Cooke with me and we will speak to the school bored in person." You let out a breath you didnt know you was holding relief flooded you as he said this slightly worried that he'd throw you under the bus. He locked eyes with you his pupils were blown wide and he was breathing heavy he winked subtly, you flushed looking back to the man behind the desk as he cleared his throat.
"Right well I will see to it personally and it will be sorted by the end of the week, you both seem to have concerns with Jack and Damien's teacher so as of tomorrow I will have them moved into another class whilst I investigate. I will phone you both up to check in with the boys I'm terribly sorry that it has been left this long." he stood motioning for you both to do the same ending with.
"The boys can leave early today while I deal with this." Bruce opened the door letting you through growling as the principle made a point to oogle your ass as you left, quickly standing between you blocking his veiw of you he glared at the fat prick his message was clear. That hot little spitfire is mine so back off. He stared down at him chest puffed out standing taller and broarder intimidating the little weasel until he looked away. Bruce smirked then left the office slamming the door behind him finding you explaining to the boys what was happening, joining you as they stood up getting there bags .
"you boys go out and wait by the car while we sign out at the front." Bruce instructed they nodded running ahead to the school enterance.
"The car?" you asked looked up at him shyly
"Yes i will give you both a lift" he said leaving no room for argument. You thanked him then spoke quietly looking down trying not to freak out as he stood closer then you thought was neccasary.
"Thank you for sticking up for me in there, I dont usually get like that but you know I get a bit protective." he chuckled at you showing off a brilliant smile
"Its no problem, to be honest I found the whole mama bear thing very sexy your lucky we we'rnt alone" he said winking you blushed
"Wh-what? sh-shut up" you squeeked out he shook his head at you as he put an arm out over you holding the doors to main reception you thanked him queitly skipping through feeling small catching yourself breathing deeper to smell more of his fresh scented cologne.
"No I'm serious any where else and well" he wiggled his brows at you making you giggle
"and the way you are with damien?ive never seen him like that" he asked trailing off
"Yes well he is a sweet kid, he comes over quiet a bit as you know Alfred drops him off and the boys go off doing their thing, just sort of started to mother him a bit sorry" he smirked at you
"Well if I'd known how stunning you were it'd be me dropping him off. And dont apologize I'm not mad just a bit jealous. Tho not for long" he said handing his pass to the snooty receptionist who gave him bedroom eyes before glaring at you for keeping his attention.
"J-jealous? of Damien why?" you stuttered then bit your lip blushing. He groaned the site of it as he throbbed agin nearly cumming as his cock rubbed harshly agains the soft cotton of his boxers, he just couldnt control it. oh he was definatly gonna have you for himself, somehow you turned him into a horny teenager all over again.
"Well he got to have all your attention earlier, hurts a mans pride when his son can capture a beautiful woman's attention and he cant." you looked away from him giving your pass to the secatary who snatched it with a snarl.
"Im hoping you'd show some mercy and come out for lunch with me?" you gasped snapping your gaze at him.
"Wh-what you mean to talk about the school?"
"No as in a date" he explained you froze feeling butterflies in your tummy looking at the gorgeous man.
"Date? now? like right now?" he nodded smirking thoroughly enjoying you being so flustered.
"yes now I dont have anything else planned for today." you gulped when he gave you a heated look you felt like a meal taking a step back
" I'd love to but I have to clean up Jack and-." you began your excuse only for him to cut you short.
"Nonsense he can come to the manor and spend the day with Damien, Alfred is a good nurse he will patch them up." you blinked trying to think of another reason as he stood staring you down at you waiting to for to decide feeling like a deer in the head lights you realized this alpha of a man wasn't going to give you much of a choice.
"O-ok if your sure alfred wouldn't mind watching him." you nodded shyly Bruce gave a triumphant smirk and threw an arm across your shoulders tucking you against him walking to the main doors.
"Alfred wont mind watching the boys." you both walked outside to the boys Damien sighed at his dad before Jack spoke up.
"Told you he was looking at her ass"
"JACK! He was not!" you screeched at him damien laughed and bruce unlocked the range rover
"I thought I was being subtle about it" you gaped at him speechless as he opened the passenger door the boys gagged getting in the back. You got in the car pouting to yourselfand Bruce climbed in.
"Fucking hell I've never seen her speechless, how'd you do that?" Jack said Damien scoffed
"Dad just keep your boner in your pants until were out of the way."
"Yer shes my sister dont need to see her sucking face." You blushed trying to shush the boys
"DAMIEN! He does not have a boner!"
"Uh yer he does look."You tired not to look you really did but it just sort of happend you squeeked covering your mouth faceing forward and jumped as bruce leant over buckling your seat belt whispering in your ear.
"I did tell you the mama bear was sexy" puljng away he spoke to the boys
"Dont worry boys, we will behave until your out of ear shot" You gapped as they cringed with cries of 'ew dad no' and 'come on thats my sister' he laughed at them patting your thigh before pulling out of the school
"So you asked her on a date yet Dad?" Bruce raised and eye brom looking at him in the rear view mirror pulling out onto the main road.
"Well we are dropping you both off at the manor does that answer your question?"
Jack groaned not sure if he likes the idea of his sister dating his best friends dad.
"dont you hurt her Mr Wayne I know where you live" you smiled at that finding it cute him trying to be the protective little man. The drive was quiet for a while before jack piped up.
"Holy shit if they get married I'd be your uncle" you groaned holding you face in your hands bruce only laughed
"Jack its one lunch date jesus"
".....Can I walk you down the isle?"
"JACK?!"
"What she means is well cross that bridge when we come to it" you stared at Bruce as he smirked enjoying teasing you the boys snickered in the back. You sat back wondering just what you'd gotten youself into.
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eepytheartist · 3 years
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TTTE: Magic Beyond the Engine
Greetings guys, gals, nonbinary pals and everyone in between. Welcome to the Information Page of TTTE: Magic Beyond the Engine, where you can get context to whatever the hell I post on here. There’s a lot and much is subject to change, so buckle up butter cups because we’re going for a ride.
Table o’ Contents
1. Basic Story
2. Characters
3. Personal Headcanons
4. Canonical Relationships within TTTE: MBtE
5. Other Notes
6. Link
I) Basic Story
   Several years ago in the year 20XX, a facility located in [REDACTED] was doing experiments involving a mysterious golden substance and what it could do for the human race. Its goal was to eliminate the need for high-maintenance engines to save money. However, much of what was done ended up being a total flop, except for one. A little girl, Madison [REDACTED] was the only successful trial the facility was able to produce. This girl didn’t know why or how she even got here, but knew that her family didn’t want her, and instead gave her up to this [probably very illegal] facility. For years the scientists running the experiment pushed her to her limits, training her to pull lines of cars weighing several tons. They were delighted by what she could do. They had finally compacted the strength and speed of an engine into a human. However, bad luck struck as the facility went belly up, when Madison was 21. News of the facility spread, and so did news about her. Humanity didn’t take her well, and she was labeled an outcast. Though, in the light of things with her negative fame, Sir Topham Hatt found out about her and thought she’d be a wonderful addition to the railway along with the new tank engine he just bought! So she was picked up by this cheeky little shit, and her story working alongside sentient engines unfolded.
II) Characters
   A) Thomas
      The one who picked up Maddy. He was awfully confused by her, but respected her nonetheless. Still his cheeky self that everyone seems to just adore, Thomas quickly became best friends with her, protecting her whenever she needed it. Thomas sometimes gets a little too cheeky, and pushes her off the edge. Pranks ensue and Thomas is usually left bumbling for apologies. Who knew something so small could be so dangerous. He also commonly gets called ‘Tommy’ by the wee lass, something he absolutely despises. It only fuels her need to use it.
         1) When human, Thomas stands at about 5′ 7″ or 170 centimeters. He’s clad in a simple hoodie that matches his paintwork with a big 1 on the back, and plain khakis. He wishes he could have something else, but he doesn’t get paid and his driver and fireman refuse to lend him money. His hair is fluffy and rather short and is a few shades darker than his paintwork. Maddy likes to braid it when she’s bored and he hates it. Her favorite part though, besides honking his bulbous nose like he was a clown like she does with James, is his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of ocean blue. If he wasn’t such a shit, she’d get lost. He can’t brag though, she basks in all the colors her friends have. 
“Why does she get to swear and I don’t? It’s not fair!” ~T
“Maddy’s an adult, Thomas.” ~E
“Well so am I you old fart!” ~T
   B) Maddy
      Little Maddy. Don’t call her Madison, she hates it with a passion and refuses to explain why. She currently stands at the age of 21, but looks much younger. She had overheard at the facility that a side effect of the mystery stuff was that she aged like an engine, so she could be around for hundreds of years if she wasn’t stupid. At just 5′ 3′’ or 160 centimeters, Maddy is the shortest out of all the engines on the railway, even Bill and Ben. Her hair is a medium shade of brown, kind of long, and it mostly covers one of her eyes, which are, as Thomas describes, “As if the sky could make steel.”. Shy when you first meet her, Maddy is quick to come out of her shell and be just as much of a shithead as Thomas and as angry as James, if not worse than the two combined. Her outfit was rather simple, a dark scarlet hoodie with her number on it, and dark grey or black leggings. She liked it that way, she looked good and it was flexible and comfy. When she first arrived with Thomas, she felt something click with James, despite him being an utter jackass to her. After begrudgingly showing her around and having to shunt trucks, the duo became good acquaintances. It wasn’t until after James’ accident that the two became best friends, being asshats together and generally being a happy sight. He’s the one Maddy is generally seen with if she’s not working on her own. Soon enough, though, something started brewing within her heart.
“Ah crumbs, he’s in a mood.” ~T
“James is always in a mood.” ~M
“Fuck both of you.” ~J
   C) Edward
      Ah, Old Iron. He was there when Thomas and Maddy first arrived to the island. Like most that laid eyes on her, his main worry is that she was itty bitty. Usually calm and collected unless something goes majorly wrong, Edward was quick to unknowingly swoop her under his wings. When Thomas started poking fun at him for being fatherly, Edward nearly keeled over. An engine can’t father a human, can they? He guessed they could as soon after Maddy just gave a shrug and accepted the Number 2 as her father, after being given away by her own. It didn’t take long for Edward to actually father her, asking how her day was, sometimes folding her laundry, comforting her, scolding Maddy James, y’know, dad stuff. He earned the name ‘Dadward’ from her, and his heart melts every time she says it.
         1) As a human, Edward looks like a kindly old man and a youngin’ at the same time. He stands just a bit shorter than James at 6′ or 183 centimeters. With short, almost midnight-blue hair, Edward is the perfect gentleman. He even has a small pair of gold glasses that set snuggly on his nose. His eyes are a lovely shade of steel blue, something he gets flustered about when Maddy compliments him. His outfit consists of a white dress shirt with a dark blue tie, a blazer matching his paintwork with his number on his right arm and dark grey dress pants. He’s not usually in his human form, but when he is, Maddy unusually asks for a lot of hugs..
“Will you two leave her be?” -E
“But look how red her face is!” P&T
“FUCK THE LOT OF YOU-” ~M
   D) James
      Ah, James. One half of what his friends call “The Red Disasters”. He’s still his normal, vain ass self. He has a soft side, everyone knows it but virtually no one can get to it. Except Maddy, who can get to it quite easily. Though, when they first met, all he did was make fun of her. Well, they made fun of each other, but still. They had the complete opposite of favorite jobs, they still do and always will. James loves pulling coaches, she hates it. She loves trucks, he despises it and always tries to weasel his way out. It usually doesn’t work. He’s earned many nicknames from her: Jamsey, Jimbo, Buzzy, Buzzy Butt, the list grows. Two of them came from the mistake about telling her the story about the bees, the other.he’s not too sure. What he is sure of, though, is that Jimbo has spread than to more than just her and he hates it. It fuels her though, so he’s gotta be careful. Originally, though, James didn’t know what to think of her. After the accident, his boiler felt all fluttery and he pushed it down to just being ill. He had to learn the hard way about what romantic love was. He knew how to flirt, it got people to love him more! But what that flirting did, though, he was completely foreign to.
         1) At 6′2′’ or 188 centimeters, James stands as the third tallest among the main eight. When he still had his black livery, James’ human form basically had him looking like what I can simply describe as a butler, though he had a vest and a red tie instead of all black. After, though, he had quite the change. His long, black hair now had dyed red tips and his right ear had a cute little heart piercing. Hair covers most of his left eye, which is what Maddy lovingly described as, “You managed to make the color of red rust beautiful.”. He thinks his hair looks cool only according to Maddy. He usually wears a long-sleeve, dark red button-up shirt with three dark grey stripes on both arms and grey pads on his shoulders. His number was sewn onto his left breast. Maddy pokes fun at him for looking like a band geek, but she nonetheless likes it. His outfit is simply finished off with grey pants. Sometimes, though, he’s seen wearing a solid red hoodie that Maddy got him. He won’t admit that it’s his favorite piece of clothing.
“Honey Bee, you’re acting irrational-” ~J
“DON’T MAKE ME GET THE BEES-” ~M
“NOT THE BEES-” ~J
   E) Gordon
      There isn’t much to say about Gordon. He’s his usual, grumpy self. We all know deep down he’s a good engine, though. Gordon’s...rather indifferent about Maddy. He doesn’t dislike her, but he doesn’t see her appeal either. Nonetheless, she’s an awesome part of the team. She does the most important job: listening to James bitch so they don’t have to. Of course, though, like the rest of the team, he’ll defend her if need be. Gordon has a heart, he just doesn’t like to show it.
         1) Gordon’s the tallest, at 6′8′’ or 203 centimeters. Everything about his human form is perfect. His hair is just a tad darker than Edward’s and a teeny bit shorter. He keeps it slicked back most of the time, but it’s hilarious when he has bed head. Maddy got a picture once and sent it to James just in case he forced her to delete it. Just like most of her friends, Gordon’s eyes were her favorite, they were a blue similar to his hair, but a few shades lighter. Maddy remembers a time she complimented them and Gordon puffed away all red in the face. His outfit consists of a three piece suit, in his paintwork color of course, a white shirt and a red tie. His number is on his right breast.
“The Express isn’t that important.” ~M
“Why I’ll tell you-” ~G
“Is her intent just to piss him off?” ~E
“Yes. It’s both of ours.” ~J
   E) Henry
      Maddy’s favorite engine besides James. Thomas is insulted that he isn’t even considered one of her favorites. Henry gushed over her the first time she came. He must protect the small. Love the small. If James suddenly didn’t exist, Henry would be her go-to. She adored puffing through the forest with him, looking at all the trees and wildlife. Maddy would take pictures of flowers she’d find while strolling through and Henry would just ooze over them. Once she showed him a photo of a squirrel holding a wild flower under an oak tree whose leaves were just started to turn different colors, and the big engine cried with joy. He requested she print the picture out so his driver could carry it for him, and she did. It was his absolute favorite.
         1) 6′6″ or 198 centimeters, what a height to be. At second tallest, Henry is the definition of a gentle giant. His resting face looks nervous, but he’s usually not nervous at all. His hair is a forest green, not too short, not too long. Actually, Maddy’s favorite part of him is his chicken-wing bangs. Of course she loves his eyes, which are a lovely jade green, but the bangs take the cake, Whenever they hang out, she likes to play with them when he talks about plants. He finds it comforting. His outfit is literally just a more modest and fancier workman’s outfit, but matching his livery, with his number on his right breast. It made sense, since he was usually one to do heavy work.
“You don’t like the rain either?” ~H
“The last time I went out in the rain I derailed Percy.” ~M
“Why were you even out in the rain!? You’d catch a cold!” ~E
“Fat Man said I was the only one available and told me to suck it up. I did catch a cold. James tried making me soup, remember?” ~M
“What do you mean tried..?” ~H
“He forgot to cook the chicken beforehand. I got salmonella.” ~M
“So that’s why you were bedridden and wouldn’t talk to him for a week after..” ~H
   G) Percy
      Ah, little shit number two. Thomas’ partner in crime. When he first met Maddy when he arrived, he teased her relentlessly for being short-tempered and short in general. After giving him the silent treatment though, Percy was a bit nicer. He and Thomas still tease her plenty enough, but they tease about things she usually won’t kick their asses for. He likes Maddy now. Plain and simple.
         1) Second shortest, 5′5″ or 165 centimeters. He holds those two inches with pride. Percy uses them against Maddy very frequently. Maddy won’t hurt him though. She physically can’t. His little baby face, those big ol’ light green eyes, that short light green hair, his cute little outfit [which consists of a shamrock colored shirt, black suspenders held up by gold buttons, and dark green shorts]. If he was any smaller Maddy would die. James sometimes gets jealous by how much she gushes over Percy, but doesn’t exactly blame her. Percy’s adorable and he damn well knows it.
“Ha, you’re short.” ~P
“You’re short too.” ~M
“I’m taller than you.” ~P
“Won’t be for long when I take your kneecaps.” ~M
   H) Emily
   Ah, Emily. The first girl engine she met. They made damn good friends, too. They gossiped whenever they had a chance. Maddy usually talked about shit James has said, and Emily just gossips about anything and everything. They were will to throw hands for each other, with Emily more willing to for Maddy. Maddy would throw hands just as an excuse to do it. Emily still loves her, though.
         1) Emily currently stands at 5′8″ or 173 centimeters. She isn’t as girly as she looks, either. Her hair is short, with half of it buzzed off. Maddy would describe her as someone punk-ish. Of course Emily’s personality doesn’t reflect that at all, she just chose to look like it. She’s the only other engine besides James to have piercings, usually with two black on on the top of her ears and hoop earrings to pay honor to her engine build. Emily was a little more casual than her friends, usually seen wearing a simple green dress matching her livery. Her eyes were a very dark grey, almost black, with flecks of brass scattered in there. Maddy told her once that she was the prettiest girl she’s every seen and Emily nearly crashed.
“James being a bitch again?” ~Em
“What do you mean again?” ~M
“I can hear you.” ~J
“I know.” ~M
   I) Others
      Other characters consist of secondary characters within the story who do not play as big a role. There are a few who teeter on the edge between primary and secondary characters, such as Duck, Donald, Douglas, Diesel, Diesel 10, and Lady. They play an important role, but not enough so to have their own descriptions. Diesel’s..y’know, Diesel, the twins think of Maddy as their long-lost sister, Duck..well, they like to poke fun at James together when he’s not droning about the Great Western Railway, Diesel 10′s goal is to get her to say something about Lady, and Lady...no one’s really sure yet. Then, as of right now for true secondary characters there is Oliver, Toad, BoCo, Bill, Ben, Mavis, and Salty. There’s more to come, but that’s what I got right now.
III) Personal Headcanons
-The engines can eat and taste in both forms. They don’t know where it goes when they’re engines and don’t feel like finding out.
-James learned to cook for Maddy when she couldn’t for herself.
-For the longest time, James was the only engine with his own phone.
   -He learned hip language and Maddy started regretting every choice in her life.
-Maddy comes to Salty for him to tell her stories when she’s bored.
-Rain is Maddy’s one weakness since she has no way of covering herself.
-She, along with her friends as humans, run with skates that reflect their wheel configuration. The wheels retract when not in use. [I’m thinking about switching to roller blades, we’ll see.]
-Maddy intentionally starts beef with the Scottish Twins because she thinks the fighting is hilarious.
-Thomas will occasionally beg Maddy for a cotton candy sucker. Specifically cotton candy. She doesn’t know why either.
-Thomas initiated a prank war with her once. He lost.
-Gordon once bet her that she couldn’t pull his heavy goods. His driver was out 30 bucks because of him.
-Maddy tortures Duck with duck puns.
-Maddy still trick-or-treats for free candy.
-Emily once convinced Maddy to derail James for the fun of it. She was subsequently chased around the island.
-James is the ultimate flirt and he uses that against Maddy, who flusters very easily. 
-Percy loves Teddy Grahams.
-Edward likes loves to tell others about his daughter. Maddy does not. He is becoming too dad-like.
-The Scottish Twins know damn well that Maddy simps for their accents and they intentionally use it against her if they can.
-Maddy knows about Diesel’s ducklings. It’s the only reason she decides to befriend him.
-James utterly hates Diesel for many many reasons.
-Like many others headcanon, Thomas can’t cook. He fucked up a cup of ramen once and Maddy still refuses to let him live it down.
-Edward refuses to let Thomas and Percy swear. They hate it. James and Maddy know this. They swear more because they can’t.
-James and Maddy are at a tie for worst potty mouths. The twins don’t count. That’s not fair.
-Oliver thought Maddy was an engine for like a month before he met her.
-Maddy dislikes the Mainland. Not the engines there. They’re cool. 
-If Maddy isn’t around, James sleeps in her bed with her hoodie.
-Henry worries for Maddy all the time. More and Edward and James combined. He just doesn’t show it.
-Gordon says he has no opinion on Maddy, but he really does like her.
-No one knows where Maddy’s really from. She won’t tell them either. Not even James or the Fat Man really know.
-Want more? Just ask!
IV) Canon Couples within TTTE: MBtE
~James/Maddy
~Edward/Henry
~Emily/Thomas
~D10/Lady (In the past)
~~We’ll see about others as the story progresses~~
V) Notes
- Lady is the reason the engines have sentience. She is not the reason for their human forms. That will be explained later.
-Maddy is much more resilient than an average human, which is why most accidents don’t just straight up kill her.
-As stated before, Maddy can now live for hundreds of years if she’s careful enough. She won’t age as fast as a normal human, so who knows how long she’ll be baby-faced. Not that she cares, more opportunity to trick-or-treat.
-The engines can get frisky, but no babies. Don’t even think about it.
-Maddy will eventually give in and buy beds for all her friends to give them an opportunity to sleep like she does.
VI) Link
Silly me, I forgot to give a link to my story! Shame on me for making you search, that won’t happen again, here you go!
Sodor’s New Worker
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And that’s really it. If you have any questions, please please please please please ask!
UPDATED: August 3, 2021
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omnivorousshipper · 4 years
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For a change of pace Rowen- Roman sees a sleepy exhausted Owen for the first time
😳friend. I will give you my very soul in honor of you sending me this request. I can’t believe someone’s asking for Rowen (the ship name for Roman/Owen) I hope everyone else likes this ship! It’s a bit of a crack one, I know 😂
Working with the Shaw family was... interesting
Wait no. Scratch that
It was terrifying
Absolutely. Utterly. Terrifying
Roman had no idea how all three were able to do the most impossible things. Every hair brain idea seemed to work out, no matter how risky or impossible the plan was
The latest mission the siblings had helped them with had ended with Roman riding an top of a broken elevator, that had been free falling. It still didn’t know how he had ended up being perfectly fine
He could still feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, making him jumpy
Everyone was a cushy jet, heading back to Nowhere to report back to Nobody. He could see that everyone had found their own little corners to pass out in, leaving Roman to sit back in his own seat, trying to figure out when he life had gotten so crazy
He could hear quiet murmurs from towards the front of the plane. Luke and Deckard were still talking, no doubt arguing. Roman had wonder if it was an act to keep the crew from thinking that they were dating, or if they thought arguing and insulting each other was foreplay
Closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep, Roman let out a terrified squeak when he felt someone plop into the seat next to him, a weight on his shoulder
Opening his eyes and slowly looking down, Roman felt his heart stop
Because Owen. Fucking. Shaw was snuggling into him
“What-“
“Shut up.” Owen mumbled, face shoved into Roman’s neck. “Deck and that arsehole won’t shut up. I don’t know how Hatts can sleep through that.”
Roman blinked
“Why-“
“Because nobody else has a free seat and Ortiz would cut my bollocks off if I tried to get close to her or Toretto.”
“But-“
“Shut. Up.” Owen hissed and glared up around him, a hand clenched in Roman’s jacket as he tried to shove himself even closer to Roman
Who was just a ball of confusion
Shaw was one scary dude. But when he glared at Roman, he had other thoughts
Roman couldn’t help but think of the kitten his niece had. It was a little terror but when he got tired and tried to take a nap, it would curl up on your lap and glare at you until you petted it, lulling it to sleep
Somehow, Owen Shaw was doing a spot on impression of that little kitten
“Do you have another inane question or can I sleep?” Owen asked, sounding more grumpy than menacing
“Sorry. Yeah, you can sleep.”
“Thanks.” Owen mumbles, face shoved back into Roman’s neck, even breath ghosting against his skin
Now, even more adrenaline was coursing through him. Owen might be able to sleep, wrapped around him, but Roman had a feeling that it was going to be a long flight
Thank you soooo much friend! I love Rowen just as much as Shobbs!
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tellywoodtrash · 4 years
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sanjivani 30.10.19 lb
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..... can this show not afford the rights to other sad songs? like, come on, we've heard this song twice already, it has no more emotion remaining in it.
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SOFT BOIS, THE ONLY ONES THAT CAN BE TRUSTED, ARE HERE.
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neil's soffffffft voice trying to comfort her is just breaking my heart some more. what a goooood bean he is. the bestest ever. 
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ishani wants answers. in a crazed kinda way.
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rahil is like ishani, snap the fuck outta it.
he seems to be losing his cool more often these days. bechaara, yeh bc saare milke usko pagal bana rahein hain, mc ke bachche.
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juhi is the most unrealistically understanding boss in the history of capitalism.
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OK SID..............
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support de rahe ho, achchi baat hai, par tu abhi do minute pehle hospital mein personal emotions ka lecture deke aaya hai. UNHAND HER THIS SECOND.
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lmao ishani has now turned into gossipy mohalla aunty who cannot believe ke padosi ke ladki ne LOVE MARRIAGE karliiiii!!!!!!! apni love story toh bataoooooo (taaki main usmein apna extra mirch masala daal ke sab mein phaila doon!)
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sid i swear to god, she should drag your ass to HR for this kinda harassment. aise kaise just giving her cases to "your wife"??????
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glass uske sar pe maarti sis. shaayad akal thikaane aa jaati.
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oh ishani. have you considered putting this time and energy into a duolingo course instead? i hear norwegian is the hot new language to know! it's gonna give you a better ROI than being in your feelz about a dumbass guy anyway. if nothing, you can go to norway and get yourself another tall hot supermodel doctor who is part viking!
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even anjali, who's drinking coffee to spite her dad, is disappointed in sid and his decisions.
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is this the nisha case? vardhan is now CFO-cum-office boy, passing old files around to everyone. 
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oh ho ishani. tum toh video game villain ki tarah har jagaah prakat ho rahi ho.
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change in strategy: targeting asha instead. coz she's clearrrrrrrly the kamzor kadi here.
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lmao asha like KAUNSA GRIH KISKA PRAVESH? YEH SAB BHI KARNA HAI??????? I DID ALL THIS TO CONTINUE TO LIVE HERE AND BE A DOCTOR INSTEAD OF SOME ASSHOLE'S WIFE, AND TUM TOH MUJHE USSI JHAMELE MEIN GHASEEET RAHE HO????????
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why does she need to saamne se hatt jao?? itta saara toh rasta hai bagal mein, chale jao. kuch bhi.
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*SRK VOICE* HAATH KYUN PAKDA?!?!!?!?!?!!?
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DONO KE HAATH MAIN KAAT KE NAALE MEIN NA PHENK DOON????????
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lmao asha's faceeeeeeeeeeeeee. ishani ki haaye toh lag hi rahi hai sid ko, asha ki alag se lag rahi hai. ab hua na tu sach mein manhoos!?
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oh ishani.
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lamentations against bhagwan.
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i'm almost thankful for vardhan and his fuckery rn, it's providing me much-required levity from the rest of the doom and gloom.
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yup. knew it, juhi ke haathon kisi ki maut hui, and shashank covered up to save her career. 
the question here is, if vardhan knows all this (assuming this IS his sister’s case), why's he still behind SHASHANK for revenge, and not juhi???
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WOOP.
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lmao anjaliiiiiii, is this the issue now????? ki he can sense juhi!??! aana kaaryathinde edekku chena karyam. (malayalam saying about obsessing over small details - a yam - when there's a much bigger issue - an elephant - at hand.)
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yup officially time for juhi to take fellow broken-hearted baby ishani AND GTFO HERE, LEAVING THESE FUCKING MEN AND THEIR BULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSHIT BEHIND.
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i'm not even mad at you anymore. this plot is an improvement over all that's going on here rn.
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oh this is some mohalle ki aunty, not asha's mom.
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SACH MEIN SHAADI KAR LI KYA TUM MANHOOSON NE!???? RE DEVAAAAAAAAAA. SAU KEEDEIN PADE TUM DONO PE.
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"achchi hai, par meri pareshaani nahi hai." AW GUDDU. I LOVE YOU MOST.
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guddu is all of us.
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god roshni is literally the best mom ever. she's supportive and giving him space and time, even though she's so so disappointed in his choices.
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this shaadi is looking pretty real to me you guys. which makes me lol coz, siddhu is perfectly willing to chadhaofy bechaari asha ki bali, as per his superstitious belief, huh? she doesn't even know about his manhoosiyat ka record like ishani does!
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um ishani, why do you keep ketchup and jam in the freezer????
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also uhhhhhhhh, that's the kinda ready to eat food that doesn't need to be kept in the freezer? it's shelf stable.
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MTR waalon ko pata hai ki unke khaane ki thok ke bhaav ki beizzati ho rahi hai is show mein????
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THIS IS SHIVAAY/ANIKA'S ANGST SONG. IDHAR KYUN GHUSAAYA????? OUFFFFF. KUCH TOH ORIGINIALITY RAKHO YAAR.
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yeah i'm afraid you shedding half a tear at the sight of a paratha isn't gonna cut it for me, sid. i need big time suffering. BIG TIME.I NEED TEARS OF BLOOD, AND YOU LYING PROSTRATE ON THE FLOOR, BEGGING ISHANI TO ACCEPT YOUR LOVE.
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lo subah subah hi aa gaya, iska din kharaab karne. LET MY GIRL LIVE, YOU STUPID ASSHOLE.
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louwe failure suicide case. ishani's like #relatable #bigMood. and now siddhu's terrified and is gonna have to be on suicide watch.
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ishani pls, mard ke liye hum apna naakhoon bhi na kaatein, nas to door ki baat hai. RISE ABOVE IT SIS!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE A BADASS MEDICAL BOSS BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN’T THROW YOUR LIFE AWAY FOR SOME DUMBASS BOY.
ishani, juhi, and anjali, all srsly need to get their fucking shit together and take over this hellhole, fueled by sheer female rage and spite.
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abbe oh, ishani ka "yeh haal" yeh sab kaand karne se pehle sochna tha. fucking asshole, abhi palti maar raha hai and trying to ruin asha's life also. WILL YOU LET AT LEAST ONE BITCH LIVE PEACEFULLY!!?!?!?!!?!?
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also asha, ajeeb khudgarz ladki ho? at least let her know the reason. she might even help. aise chupaakar you're just fucking with her.
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yeah asha, i'm afraid an ice pack isn't gonna cut it anymore. either give her answers, or opioids.
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aeide-thea · 5 years
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the thing that's frustrating about trying to read german is that i'm so used to being able to precisely identify what's going on with each word in a sentence, and how all the parts stand in relation to each other, and i'm just not familiar enough with this language to do it yet! grr, argh, &c.
Erster Teil
Eine Art Einleitung
have we talked yet about how irritating it is that feminine forms in this language are so often so fucking vestigial? i didn't get tripped up by it here, but this whole ‘how would you like some words without any clarifying endings?’ thing is just. deeply offensive to my sense of order. anyway. ‘First Part. A sort of introduction.’
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Woraus bemerkenswerter Weise nichts hervorgeht
so... ‘From which notable manner nothing results’? or ‘develops,’ or ‘emerges,’ or whatever you like for hervorgehen; i'm increasingly resenting having to try and select the correct nuance in a vacuum! also i didn't know you could use woraus as a determiner [q.v. usage #11, here], but that seems to be what's happening here? you learn something new every day.
the ~Wortstellung~ also isn't quite clear to me... or rather, it's clear from it that ‘Woraus bemerkenswerter Weise’ constitutes a single noun-phrase, and that the verb is behaving as if this were a dependent clause... which didn't quite make sense to me until i typed those last two words, because of course, it isn't an independent clause, is it? in the sense that while it may not have an explicit antecedent, it's also very much a phrasal clause, not a full sentence that stands on its own. so i guess that does make sense after all.
moving on to the first Actual Sentence, and discarding a number of ~humorously self-deprecating~ remarks about how long it has taken us to arrive there—
Über dem Atlantik befand sich ein barometrisches Minimum; es wanderte ostwärts, einem über Rußland lagernden Maximum zu, und verriet noch nicht die Neigung, diesem nördlich auszuweichen.
‘Over the Atlantic stood a barometric minimum; it moved eastwards, to a maximum settling over Russia’—i think the dangling zu here is actually a separable prefix belonging to wanderte, but i don't quite understand the comma after ostwärts or why einem... Maximum is in the dative, so i might be construing this all entirely wrongly! but: ‘it drifted eastwards, reaching a maximum where it settled over Russia, and did not yet betray the tendency to divert away from this’—what is ‘this,’ though? the Maximum?—‘to the north.' the definite article before Neigung is a little strange in english—i'd expect ‘a,’ or ‘its,’ or even ‘any,’ but maybe this is just an idiosyncrasy of the language? other than that—while i feel more than a little like a foal taking its wobbling, stilted first steps—the rest all seems more or less okay, as far as it goes...
okay. second sentence!
Die Isothermen und Isotheren taten ihre Schuldigkeit. Die Lufttemperatur stand in einem ordnungsgemäßen Verhältnis zur mittleren Jahrestemperatur, zur Temperatur des kältesten wie des wärmsten Monats und zur aperiodischen monatlichen Temperaturschwankung.
...i love (““love””) when german uses very precise, very esoteric technical terms very casually, as if they weren't deeply jarring to encounter in a scene-setting paragraph of a novel! i mean, don't let me pretend i'm knowledgeable enough to understand style or tone yet, but. ‘The isotherms and isotheres did their duty. The air temperature stood in a proper relation’—god, ordnungsgemäß is my new favorite word maybe, there's just something about compressing ‘in accordance with the regulations’ into a single adjective that... i don't know, it just feels like there's a lot of iceberg below the surface there. anyway—‘to the average yearly temperature; to the temperature of the coldest, as of the warmest, month; and to the acyclic monthly temperature variation.’ wow, this is riveting. sure am feeling glad i picked this novel to work laboriously through!
Der Auf- und Untergang der Sonne, des Mondes, der Lichtwechsel des Mondes, der Venus, des Saturnringes und viele andere bedeutsame Erscheinungen entsprachen ihrer Voraussage in den astronomischen Jahrbüchern.
‘The rise and fall of the sun, of the moon, the changing phases’—lit. ‘the light-shifting,’ but i get the impression this is all supposed to be boringly technical rather than poetic so it seems like smoothing it out auf englisch is the way to go?—‘of the moon, of Venus, of the rings of Saturn and many other important phenomena corresponded to their forecast in the astronomical almanacs.’
at this juncture we find our hero increasingly missing the readings A— came up with, and thinking glumly, maybe i should've tried kant or something, instead of this enormous Midcentury Modernist Novel... but then, i haven't even read a paragraph yet; there's no english classic i'd be giving up on this quickly. courage, dear heart, & onwards—
Der Wasserdampf in der Luft hatte seine höchste Spannkraft, und die Feuchtigkeit der Luft war gering. Mit einem Wort, das das Tatsächliche recht gut bezeichnet, wenn es auch etwas altmodisch ist: Es war ein schöner Augusttag des Jahres 1913.
‘The water vapor in the air had its highest’—i don't really understand Spannkraft here. ‘concentration,’ maybe? ‘saturation’? or actually, let's try: ‘pressure, and the humidity of the air was slight.’ ...okay, here's a dumb science question: if there's a lot of moisture in the air, wouldn't that translate to high humidity, not low? color me confused. anyway: ‘In a word (which describes the actuality quite well, although it is also a little out of fashion): it was a beautiful August day in the year 1913.’
i! hate! having to look up so many words! this is like greek all over again, & without any beaux yeux to gaze upon my efforts approvingly, even—not to disparage the yeux of those of you who have been kind enough to engage with my deutschposting, which i am sure are perfectly beaux! but you know. ughhhhhhh. okay. paragraph zwei:
Autos schossen aus schmalen, tiefen Straßen in die Seichtigkeit heller Plätze. Fußgängerdunkelheit bildete wolkige Schnüre. Wo kräftigere Striche der Geschwindigkeit quer durch ihre lockere Eile fuhren, verdickten sie sich, rieselten nachher rascher und hatten nach wenigen Schwingungen wieder ihren gleichmäßigen Puls.
‘Cars’—or no, that isn't right, is it; we're in 1913 still, it ought to be ‘Automobiles darted down narrow’—wow, tief is remarkably hard to translate here! streets aren't ‘deep,’ so i imagine the image is one of overhung dimness... maybe ‘plunging streets in the shallowness of bright’—places? squares? spaces? when in doubt, go generic: ‘places. Pedestrian gloom formed cloudy strings.’ okay, okay, i'm sorry i was catty about how unpoetic i found the previous paragraph—peccavi, domine, miserere mei! ‘Where bolder streaks of speed drove straight through their nonchalant haste, they clotted, subsequently trickled faster, and had, after some oscillations, their regular pulse once more.’
an odd place to stop, that—mid-paragraph, even!—but i think that's all the focus i can muster for the night. stay tuned and idk, maybe we'll meet some characters eventually? looking back on what little i have so far, i can at least see that in a language i read more fluently i might find it charming, which goes some way towards my finding it charming in this one...
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ricksanchezfics · 6 years
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For the Sake of the Band- 2/?
Part 1
thanks for reading guys! to be honest, i’d imagine any drugs that Rick would have procured on tour would have been fucking crazy so strap in for a wild ride lol it just got mature up in here. enjoy...
Stuffing the songs in my notebook, I groaned. 
These songs had to perfect by now, right? Instead, I was this close to throwing out two of the three I had written. Why couldn’t I just leave it be?
“I can’t leave anything be,” I muttered ironically to myself. “And you’re just a big dumb idiot for going to this party.” Sighing, I shoved the notebook away. I had a bad feeling. Like an inevitable, enticing shit-storm was rolling my way and I didn’t know if I was ready for it. 
One more deep breath, and I got ready to go. Might as well make the most of it.
Anyway, what did Rick bring me? My mind wondered conjuring up nothing. We were friends, sure—but we’ve only been touring for 3 weeks now. There’s no way Rick’s been seriously paying attention to what I’ve been saying these past few weeks. So, what could it be?
Either way, I practically ran away from the deafening silence. Damn, how long had I been working?
Laughing and singing rose to greet me as I walked into the parking lot of our hotel. It felt more like a motel, with all the rooms facing out. Like a tall beach hotel. Made it easier to host random parties, I guess. Whatever. I was itching for a drink.
My converses squeaked on the metal stairs as I made it to the third and final floor, and tried not to skip down to Rick’s room. Don’t ask me how I knew where it was. I’ve just... been paying way too much attention to where Rick Sanchez was staying nowadays. 
Something fluttered against my ribs as I peered down the hall to find Rick leaning on the railing, puffing on a cigarette. His blue tattered shirt rode up his abdomen a little, revealing taunt muscles, and his ass wasn’t easy to look away from either. Jesus, fuck, this was going to be harder than usual. 
A grin slipped to his face when he turned to see me. “I knew you’d show up,” He called down the hall with a belch. “Couldn’t resist me, huh?”
I shrugged, trying to mimic him from earlier. His smirk didn’t bulge, so I rolled my eyes, grinning as I got closer, “Well, you did say you had a surprise for me.” I poked him in the chest.
He shrugged back. “Nah, baby. You’re gonna have to work for it.”
This time, I cocked a brow. “You’re kidding me right? I just worked like all day. I’m getting a drink, baby.” Baby? God, why does he have to call me that? 
It’s not the first time he’s called me baby or anything. It’s just... Something had changed recently. His touches transformed into delicious fire. When he was near, I wanted him closer. He was fucking dirty. And an ass-hatt most of the time, but I could joke with him and never think he’d take it to heart. At least, he understood that I loved what I do.
Reaching in the fridge to grab a cold bottle, I shook my head. Nope. I’m not catching feelings right now. And lose my only friend? Popping the top and gulping, I drank to my decision. I couldn’t get caught up again. 
“Good to know that you can make yourself at home,” Rick said from behind me. 
“It’s what I do best,” I sang with a flourish of my beer. He was frowning. “What’s up?”
“Krysti is so annoying.” When I went to look around me, Rick stammered, “dddon’t do that, ya damn idiot. You want her to know we’re talking about her?”
I titled my head. “You mean that you’re talking about her. What’s she doing anyway?” I didn’t really care. Krysti was my least favorite. She was just so predictable. “Wait, I know. She’s staring at us with the shittiest look on her face because you couldn’t keep your cock in your jeans—”
“—their tight—”
“—and now she’s pissed as hell because she thinks you want to bone me now.”
“So?”
I stared at him. “Are you saying ‘so’ because you could now care less, or because you want to bone me?”
Rick sighed, exasperated. “Do you ever shut up?”
“Well?” I took a swig of my drink, ignoring him. “Where’s this surprise?”
He paused. His eyes bored into me like the universe for only a second before he drooped and shook his hair. “That’s all you want me for,” he muttered, and I clucked my tongue at him. 
“Quit the theatrics.”
He snapped his head up with a quick glare then patted the pocket on his chest with a smirk. “Right here, sweetheart. But we gotta go to my room—alone.”
I coughed on my spit as attractively as I could manage. I totally failed because Rick smiled. 
“Don’t choke.” Grabbing two more beers out the fridge, he added, “Yet. Follow me.”
Recovering, I attempted my signature eye roll but Rick was already leading the way without caring if I followed or not. Sighing, I pushed through the throng of people with dyed skin of reds, purples and blues to catch up to Rick as he pressed his fingers to a sensor on the door. 
“Wait,” I paused looking around, “this isn’t your room? There’s always parties in here—I thought it was yours.”
He chuckled. “Nope. It’s Squanchy’s. He’s... squanching somewhere. Either way, I never have the parties. I like the option to escape.”
I nodded, completely understanding. I missed my own bed with it’s privacy and window that looked out to the backyard. “Lucky.”
When the door opened, I was surprised to find nothing out of the ordinary, except a metal cube with green veins of light pulsing through it. “What the hell is that?” I went to reach for it, but his hands snatched mine out the way.
“Don’t go touching things that don’t belong to you, sweetheart,” He showed his teeth. “You might get hurt.”
Cocking an eyebrow, I tried to step away from his scent. The musk was mixed with sweat and a touch of steel. So interesting...
“You ever smoked out of a zong?”
The word made me want to laugh. “We call it a bong where I come from.”
He rolled his eyes. “I know what a bong is, dumbass. I’m talking aabout a zong. It’s completely different.” Pulling open the closet door, whipped out a contraption that had glowing rings and blue-ish liquid in the middle section.
“Is there a mushroom in there?”
“Shut up.”
“Okay, but seriously. Is this thing going to fuck me up more than usual?”
“Probably.”
“Then let’s give it a go.” With a laugh at my willingness, he led us outside to the balcony. The sounds of the party rose and fell as people went in and out the door on the balcony beside us. Over the railing were rows of houses mostly built into trees. We were at the top of a cliff that over overlooked a bay that stretched out like fingers from the ocean and the never-ending stars. Rick packed the bowl then handed it to me. 
“You get first greens.”
I giggled, then coughed at the cringing sound echoing my mind. “Hm. Thanks, though I must say this contraption is a bit out of my league. How should I take it?”
“Just be easy. It’s like taking a GB, except smoother.”
“Dabs. Got it.”
“What the fuck is a dab?”
I shook my head with a smile and just took the hit. The light intensified on the rings, blue liquid gurgled and glowed as I inhaled the smoothest smoke ever. I held it in, though it was hard. The smoke surprised my lungs—I wanted to cough so damn bad—but I held firm. When I blew up, the smoke was a thick as fog.
“Holy fu—” I started hacking, but caught my breath enough to calm myself. Rick was stuttering with laughter. 
“Holy... shit. That... that was a huge hit. Oh, you’re gonna be feeling that one soon.” 
I found I could only sink deeper into my chair. Then I just said, “Don’t leave me hanging, Sanchez. Come join me up here.”
Stars were so close here. Or maybe the atmosphere made it look that way. I didn’t care. It was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. A hand covered mine. 
“When you gaze at something like that, it makes it hard for me not to kiss you,” Rick said, suddenly. I looked over at him and he stared right back. 
“Then kiss me,” I told him, surprising myself, but leaning closer anyway. I knew he would do it, I just didn’t think I would.
Swiftly, he scooted his chair closer to mine. When he was close enough, one hand grabbed hold of my knee, pulling our bodies nearer. His face inched towards mine until his nose gently nudged mine up so he could get a better angle. When our lips met, I gasped softly into his mouth.
His lips were hard, but soft when they cupped my own. I felt like I was going too slow—I wanted more. Even though a muffled part of me was yelling at me to stop doing this rightthefucknow.
My fingers laced through his thick hair anyway, grabbing the blue strands by the nape of his neck eliciting a groan from his mouth. I hummed around his tongue, catching it around my lips. Fuck his hand.
His hand was massaging my thighs up and down, hard then softly tugging. He wanted me out of that seat, but it felt so good I didn’t want it to stop. 
“Fuck it,” I murmured against his teeth, pulling away then swooping in to plant myself in his lap. As soon as I was close enough, I launched my lips at him. He grabbed my ass, sending shivers up my spine. I wanted to howl.
“Yeah, baby,” Rick purred when my core rubbed on his crotch. “You’re getting me—keep doing that.”
I obeyed all the while devouring his mouth, nipping at his neck and jawline, and relishing in each praise he gave to me. 
“Fuck,” he moaned, “Baby, I want to taste you.”
Pleasurable arrows shot straight to my groin.“Yeah?” 
He slapped my ass urging me to get up and follow him inside. “Yeah, baby. I gotta have you laid out on the bed so I can see all of you.”
Trembling knees followed him to the foot of the bed. Surprisingly without falling over, I toed off my converse and quickly kicked them and my socks to the far side of the room. No reason to mess the mood up by stinking shoes. Honestly, it didn’t matter. All I could think about were his lips. 
“Come here,” I whispered, threading my fingers through his hair and tugging again.
We fell back on the bed, sliding our bodies against each other and up until our heads met pillows. My tank and his shirt had slithered up during the process and I sighed loudly when my bare skin finally touched his. My hands wanted to explore. Like fire, my fingers sizzled against his hot torso, scraping over muscles and sensitive areas with my nails just to feel him gasp in my mouth. I was dizzy from it. 
His hands weren’t idle. Not at all. While I explored his body, he was gently grazing his fingertips along my jaw to eventually grasping my throat enough to rasp my breath. One of my hands laid on his, telling him this was okay. 
Pulsing his grip while we kissed, Rick slipped his other hand down between my legs and cupped me fully through my jeans. 
I was hot, I knew it. But, fuck, how was I supposed to know it would feel like that when he finally went down there? I pressed against his hands, needing more friction.
“Pants, off,” Rick commanded, “now.”
I immediately obeyed, but had trouble taking them off. “Help,” I pleaded with a whine. “They’re too tight.’
Rick chuckled and stood to help me shimmy out of my jeans by pulling the foot-ends. When they were finally off, I chuckled with him and thanked him. That’s when I saw his erection. Fuck, he was huge. He smiled slyly as he dropped down on the bed  to crawl up my body. He ground his hard-on against my thigh. “You want this cock, baby?”
“Yes,” I admitted, closing my eyes against the thought of Rick sliding it inside me. My pussy ached with the image.
“I gotta make sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping of honey. Rubbing his fingers across my clothed slit, he hissed. “Fuck, you’re wet, aren’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” I told him since I couldn’t really speak words at the moment. Rick stroke my slick panties until I was grinding on his hand. I whimpered when his applied pressure lifted for the second it took him to tear my underwear off me. 
“You better replace those,” I murmured, though I doubt it sounded like anything but lustful breaths. A bolt a pleasure shot through me when he pushed a finger inside of me.
Slowly and deliberately, Rick twisted and curved his fingers until I was panting. With his thumb, he rolled over the hood of my clit, trying to find the slick bud. He whispered, “So beautiful—such a beautiful—pretty pussy.” When he found it, my back arched on it’s own.
“Oh, that’s the spot, huh?” He rubbed the pad of his thumb around my clit, making a come-hither motion with his other two fingers. “What about right t-there?”
His middle finger found the rough button of my g-spot and each time he pressed it, my pussy clenched around his fingers. 
“Come for me, baby,” he pumped his fingers faster, “can you come for daddy?”
“Oh, mmmfuck.” He said ‘daddy’? That... that was new. And damn if it didn’t shoot bullets of pleasure straight to where his fingers rubbed against me.
He slowed his pumps. “Say it, baby. Who’re you gonna cum for?”
He wants me to call him daddy, but I could barely say anything. The only sounds coming out my mouth were moans and tiny mews that were just loud breaths. My legs were shaking, and fuck, I wanted to cum so bad.
“Come on, baby.”
He nudged against my clit, swiping it with the pad of his thumb and I blurted, “fuck, daddy, yes finger fuck me, yes oh fffffuck”
My release lifted my body towards the stars, letting me drift into the night while my legs shook and my pussy clenched around his still pumping fingers.
Finally, he pulled out and I flushed, watching as he brought his fingers that were slick with my juices to his mouth and sucked them dry.
“Mmmm,” he purred with a smack, waggling his brow at me, “I could eat you all night, baby girl.”
That’s when I knew, for sure, that I was done for. I had fucked up. Not only was this definitely going to cause some riff within the band—but I could genuinely care less when Rick was solely focused on my pleasure. 
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Teil B13: Freitag war kein guter Tag
Liebe Natascha,
Freitag war kein guter Tag.
Donnerstags hatten wir versucht noch abends über mögliche Flüge für mich zu sprechen. Ich würde fliegen! Als wir am Freitagmorgen Flüge buchen wollen, kam der kleine etwas unangenehme Teil: Die Flüge waren auf einen Schlag Sackteuer und den, den ich gern genommen hätte, nicht mehr verfügbar.
Aus der Ferne betrachtet, könnte man sagen, dann nimm halt einen späteren Flug.
Ja, das ist richtig. Aber in dem Moment war ich so am Boden zerstört, weil ich meinen Partner so vermisste, ich so Angst hatte, ihn nicht zu sehen, alles so grausam wirkte. (Bedenke: Am Tag zuvor hatte ich einen kleinen Zusammenbruch.)
Ich war verzweifelt. Ich musste jemandem das Ohr volljammern, der nicht mein Partner war. Am liebsten meiner Mama. Aber sie zeigte sich weiterhin sehr distanziert oder unerfreut. Wannimmer ich etwas Gutes über meinen Partner erzählte, sagte sie: “Das ist doch ne Lüge!” oder Ähnliches. (Ob ich die Familienfotos von ihm überprüft hätte, nicht dass das Random Leute von Google sind.. Äh? ok.) Also rief ich meinen Vater an, der auf seiner Arbeit saß, nichtsahnend, was seine kleine Tochter wollen könnte.
Ich heulte ihm das Ohr voll, mit allem Üblen, was gerade vor sich ging. Er war sichtlich überfordert. Ob ich später bei meinen Eltern vorbeischauen wolle? Viel mehr sagte er nicht. Ich bejahte.
Danach widmete ich weiteren Versuchen, Fluglinien zu finden, bessere Preise zu erhaschen und zu heulen.
Nach Stunden rief mich meine Mutter an. Sie fragte, wieso ich meinen Vater gesprochen hatte und nicht sie. Ich erklärte, wie ich mich fühlte, wenn sie schlecht über meinen Partner sprach, ihm Dinge unterstellte und dass ich Angst hatte, sie würde mich nicht trösten können, sondern nur weiter runterziehen. Sie schien wirklich betroffen. Und das war etwas wirklich Gutes an dem Tag: Wir redeten darüber kurz und ich hatte das Gefühl, als könne sie all ihre Vorurteile beiseite legen, mich und diese Situation annehmen, meinen Partner annehmen. Also fuhr ich zu meinen Eltern und ließ mich dort etwas “betutteln”.
Mein Vater schaute nebenbei nach weiteren Flügen. Auch er war erfolglos. Ich schrieb nebenbei mit meinem Freund und wir entschlossen uns, einen späteren Flug zu nehmen und uns die Kosten zu teilen.
Dann gab es weitere Probleme mit Bezahlsystemen von Flügen. Es hieß auf den Airlineseiten immer, dass es “der letzte Platz” war. Was ich nicht ganz glauben konnte. Aber ich konnte die Buchung nicht beenden. Ich drehte erneut durch. Anderes funktionierte auch nicht.
Und dennoch ging es mir weniger schlecht als am Morgen. Es war einfach gut, bei meinen Eltern zu sein, zu wissen, dass es schon irgendeinen Flug geben wird und wenn es nicht der spätere ist, dann eben ein noch späterer...
Part B13: Friday was no good day.
Dear Natascha and everybody,
Friday was another not good day.
On Thursday we tried to find flights. They were a bit expensive so we decided to book them on the next day. Really bad idea. When we wanted to book them: One was not available anymore and the other ones were more expensive. Fuck!
Taking a step back you could say: Take another flight, some days later.
Well, yes, would be possible, but I missed my partner so much, I was truly desperated and I feared something would happen, like more restrictions, that would prevent me from flying. I was really really scared. I wishied I could fly the next day. Which was of course not possible.
I needed to talk to somebody. Usually I would have talked to my mother. But how she acted when I was talking about my partner. No. I couldn’t. So I called my father and overwhelmed him while he was at work with a crying daughter. He didn’t say much, just: Come over later.
I said yes and felt a bit better and tried my luck again with flights and airlines.
Hours later my mother called. She was a bit concearned, why I did not talk to her. And this was the good thing about that day: I told her, what I felt, when she always said things like: the things this man tells you must be all fake. But there it is, my family is something I can rely on. And she stopped being like that, maybe she changed her mind, talked to people, whatever and just tried her best to comfort me. And when I was at their home with food and drinks and warmth and talks. I have an amazing family. And it was helping.
My father checked other opportunities when he was home. But I was doing this the whole day, so he was as unsucceeding as I was.
At home my partner I decided to share the tickets, take a bit an expensive one, but not the forst and most expensive ticket.
Well, then we had problems with the booking pages. They told me “only one seat available”, which I didn’t belive. But it happened twice, when I tried to book it, it wasn’t possible anymore and after returning: Flights not available.
Fuck.
Other things gave us some struggles too. And no chance today, we had to wait until tomorrow.
But, because of the comfort of my family, I could stand this.
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chibicrow · 7 years
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"if you knew my entire history involving Yusei Fudo from Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s" irgendwann mal davon erzählt? kommt mir so neu vor. ich hatte jetzt nie so das Gefühl, dass du Yusei so sehr magst. Crow aber schon! :D
So, you’re basically asking what said history is, right? I’m actually gonna answer this in English since my mental capacity to answer in a language other than English is shot rn. 
BUCKLE UP, FRIENDS. IT’S STORY TIME.
I’ve mentioned this before, but it took me three times to actually get through the first episode of 5D’s. But, the reason I couldn’t get through it was not because I thought the characters weren’t interesting.
As a matter of fact, the first character I “latched onto” (so to speak) was Yusei Fudo. Sure, I thought Jack Atlus was an interesting, loud character, but I didn’t particularly like him yet. But, Yusei (at the time) was a breath of fresh air for me in the midst of anime main protags with no backbone whatsoever or cheery characters with little to no concept of the world around them. (partially why it took me 12 years to properly watch YGO GX lmao) 
So yeah, Yusei Fudo. Great guy. Love him. 
Then, I watched episode 30. Crow-sama easily replaces Yusei as my favorite 5D’s character, (especially after it’s revealed he’s taking care of five kids like I’m such a sucker for characters who have such a soft spot for children.) but Yusei is still easily in the top three. 
Episode 46 rolls around. The episode where Rudger spills the beans he knew Yusei’s dad and he does the cowardly thing of using Rally to duel Yusei right when he’s about to lose. 
And that’s when the whole “UGH. I HATE YUSEI. DON’T EVEN BOTHER TRYING TO CONVINCE ME HE’S A GOOD CHARACTER.” phase started and off-and-on lasted for seven years.
Even though I’m really embarrassed about this phase now, I actually do understand why it started. Even when I rewatched the episode last year, I still felt that sense of anger not towards the ones responsible for making Yusei react the way he did to Rally’s “disappearance” (a friend we didn’t even get any backstory for as to how they met) as opposed to Martha’s (his foster mother), but rather to Yusei himself. I did realize Yusei’s reaction to Rally’s disappearance was just a result of all his emotions building up, but it just seemed 1) really out of character for Yusei considering his priorities and 2) insensitive. 
I was honestly so pissed at Yusei back in 2009 like ok, Rally might be a good friend and all, but you haven’t given us any reason to care for Rally more than your own foster mother. Why do you react more violently to Rally’s “disappearance” than Martha’s? What the FUCK, my dude?
Which, looking back on that moment, it’s kind of weird I had that reaction, considering it’s not like I got along well with my parents at that point in time (although, at the time, I was big into “respecting my elders” deal, so maybe that was part of it). So why would I care about how Yusei reacts to his foster mom’s disappearance as oppose to Rally’s? 
I do realize part of it was that I didn’t particularly like Rally at that point in time either (to this day, I’m still not sure why. He just rubbed me the wrong way, I guess. He was okay to me during my rewatch tho.), so why does he deserve more of  a reaction than Martha, a character I did like?
So, that’s where the bitterness started.
Because how could a character I really like just disappoint me to the extreme like that? I thought he was better. 
Then, I was incredibly bitter towards Yusei  up until episode 57. Right when I decided I kinda sorta liked him again, he falls into the Momentum. Great timing on my part, amirite? 
And really, that should’ve been it. I should have been able to like Yusei from that point on, right?
I should’ve. But, unfortunately, that’s not what happened.
What happened in between my liking him again (but not as much, in case the crab sonovabitch decided to annoy me again –> middle school logic) and my not liking him again after he fails to Accel Synchro against Placido that first time was honestly the core reason why I hated him for so long. 
Insert the extremist Yusei Fudo fans of the YGO 5D’s fandom here. 
Honestly, they probably would not have bothered me as much as they did had it not been for the fact  that they consistently attacked Crow-sama, calling him a Gary Stu, ugly (yes. several people have called Crow-sama ugly. still baffles me.) worthless 5D’s character who stole everyone’s development and what not while Yusei Fudo was the perfect cinnamon roll who could do no wrong (*hollowed laughter*).
At this point? Crow-sama already saved my life for the better (go here [it’s a link] if you haven’t read that story) so I was not in the mood to let these fans desecrate my 5D’s fave, who saved and changed my life, like that. 
And, as an added bonus, many of these vehemently anti-Crow-sama fans also happened to be Faithshippers (YuseixAki). Hence why that ship is my biggest NOTP to this day, although I do respect the individuals who ship it but don’t attack others for not shipping it. 
So I made it a mission to find and point out the flaws in Yusei’s character whenever I could. Of course, the people who needed that pointed out of them weren’t gonna care because they wouldn’t see, but I still did it for my peace of mind.
The ironic thing is, when I first watched 5D’s and when I rewatched it, I realized they were right to an extent. 
Yusei was a “perfect” character.
But that wasn’t necessarily a good thing because he didn’t get any development. So what was the point of his perfection? 
Of course, I love Yusei now and, like I said before, I’m still very much embarrassed about my anti-Yusei Fudo phase. But, I also still recognize that Yusei was a failure as far as a character in a story goes. He has no clear development arc and the show rewards him for that, which isn’t fair for everyone else in the show who’s gone through so much to have their development arcs.
Even if everyone else in the show changed because of Yusei, Yusei should experience some change because of what he experiences. But he didn’t. 
So yeah, that’s my history with the guy. :D
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izzybeth · 7 years
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yuletidery
I BRING RECS (it's a short list but RECS)
10 Things I Hate About Reunions by BryroseA, 10 Things I Hate About You. Everyone and their cat is reccing this, but I don't care, it's just so delightful. Kat quite predictably doesn't want to attend her ten year high school reunion, Bianca overuses emojis, and Patrick is a charming bastard as usual.
under god's power she flourishes by kmo, American Gods. Sam Black Crow works in Helen C. White Library with a goddess.
work it out with your fingers by Febricant, Blazing Saddles. I have maintained for over a decade that Jim spends the entire film making bedroom eyes at Bart.
Mission Impeccable by executrix, Great British Bake Off. Caper fic! Mob boss Mary Berry! Candice and her lipstick! Nadiya's color coded hijab! This is just cute and fun.
It's a Neighborly Day In This Beautywood by Masu_Trout, A House I Pass on the Way to Work Has This Sculpture in Its Yard. I'm sure everyone is reccing this too, but holy crap and elder gods it's amazing.
A Strange Attractor in a Stable System by misura, Jurassic Park. Ellie/Alan/Malcolm, and it turns out I am So Into This.
basically all of the Mesopotamian RPF because SERIOUSLY there are FOUR WORKS based off that tumblr post of the Mesopotamian tablet documenting 4000 year old shitty customer service, I fucking love fandom so much.
But the walls are giving way by FanchonMoreau, Mozart In The Jungle. The other MitJ fic this year, and the Rodrigo voice is SO GOOD. Hailey is awkward but thoughtful like she is, and I really loved Gloria in this too. Bonus hallucinatory composers.
Bed of Roses by eleanor_lavish, Pride. Thirty years of Jonathan and Gethin. Really lovely. Author locked this to AO3 members.
And A Place To Stand by shihadchick, Star Wars X-Wing. THIS IS MY HAPPY PLACE AND IT IS SO HAPPY. There is a mission and everything goes pear-shaped and Wedge is SO BAD AT WORDS and Wes is a shit I LOVE IT
to shine in use by BlackEyedGirl, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. Deirdre and Jacqueline, PTA meetings, sex, polite society, lipstick mixed to match your new dress, yknow.
A Rip in the Sky by Mithrigil, Velvet Goldmine. Are you fucking kidding me with this fic. ARE YOU. What the fuck, this is So Fucking Good. It's WEIRD and sparkly and should be read at maximum volume.
Lust for Life by Basingstoke, Velvet Goldmine. Yes, another one. Based on Ewan's life-making tweet from last year.
peace and quiet by alessandriana, Vorkosigan novels. Ivan and Gregor, my favorites, being My Favorites. I love these two so much, and their particular dynamic is pretty much the best thing for me about these books.
melt my heart down to gold by Aurum, Yuri!!! On Ice. Fluffity fluffy fluff. Turns out Yuuri beat Victor to the punch there.
And! Look what I got, oh man I got TWO AMAZING STORIES:
saga hwæt ic hatte by Selden, The Exeter Book. Oh my GOD this is gorgeous. I just. Yeah, this is the second time someone's gifted me Anglo-Saxon depression and apocalyptic death for Yuletide, and I'm just rolling the fuck around in it. It's so beautiful, the way Selden uses language, and how it changes by the end, and there's a conversation with an old god, and you should read it. Go read it now. I'll wait.
Love, Marge by Jay Tryfanstone, 14th Century CE RPF (Margery Kempe, Julian of Norwich). Jules betas for Marge. It's in Middle English. There's ecstaties and PORN. IT'S DELIGHTFUL.
And here's what I wrote: six metamorphoses after Rutledge for valkyrierising, Mozart In The Jungle. WHY isn't there more fic for this show? Happy to do my bit, and this was fun to write. I'm only good for humor these past few years anyway, and there were a couple sections where I got to be funny so that was good. I used Write Or Die for one of the sections, and it worked rather well (until I couldn't c&p what I'd written into the gdoc, oh well). Now I have to actually watch season 3 (but try not to mainline it, savor it, come on elizabeth you can do it).
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summery:  It all started when Luke intended to get back at Deckard for the whole Mike Oxmaul stunt. He didn't expect it to go any further
This was written for the Summer Shobbs Fic Exchange. This is for my partner @possiblypogue  Link to fic on AO3
Luke could barely keep the smile off his face as he hit the call button and heard ringing. Leaning against the wall of the gym he was at, he finally felt his face split into a wide grin as he heard a british voice answer. 
“Let me guess, you have a mission to save the world that you just can’t do without me,” Deckard asked, and Luke could absolutely hear the eye roll in his voice. 
Putting the phone on speaker, Luke let out a chuckle as he stood and took off his jacket. 
“Nah, man. I was checking in on how my good friend was doing,” he said, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice. “And I, um-”
“Who are you talking to?”
Luke froze. 
“Deck, who are you talking to?”
The voice of Owen Shaw was very distinct, even if it barely filtered through the phone. 
“Get the hell out of my face, you little prick!” Deckard hissed back. 
“Not before you tell me who you’re talking to. They have to be important to make you smile like that.”
A muffled sound came from the speaker, and if Luke had to guess, he would put his money on Deckard trying to keep his little brother from grabbing the phone. 
“It’s none of your business!”
“Is it Tom?”
“No!”
“Lydia?”
“For the last time, Owen! I’m not talking to anyone you forced me to go on a blind date with!” The brit nearly yelled, his voice bouncing off the walls. 
“Blind date?” Luke asked, his curiosity thoroughly peaked. He grabbed up his phone, took it off speaker and put it up to his ear. He needed to make sure to hear all of this. “I thought the great Deckard Shaw would be able to get anyone he wanted. And not be forced to be set up on blind dates by his brother.”
“Shut it, you knob,” Deckard growled back, but didn’t deny anything, which only made Luke’s curiosity and laughter to grow. 
“C’mon, just tell me who you’re talking to!”
“Is your little brother seriously whining right now?” Luke asked incredulously. There was a lot he was hoping to hear today, but to hear the guy he had chased around the world literally whining had not been something he had been expecting. 
Unfortunately, his question is ignored, and instead Luke can hear Owen’s voice much better. No doubt he was getting right up in Deckard’s face. 
“Who the bloody hell is ‘She-Hulk’?”
“Nobody!” Deckard’s voice was getting close to sounding like a rabid animal, in Luke’s opinion. If the man kept growling, Luke was pretty sure he was going to hurt himself. “Would you leave me alone, you arsehole?”
“Fine,” Owen huffed, his voice getting smaller again. “You want another pint?”
“Yeah. But, don’t you dare drink half of it again!” Deckard barked after him. 
“You know what?” Luke asked. 
“What?” Deckard sighed, all fight seeming to disappear from his voice. 
“When I met your brother, he never striked me as the ‘annoying little brother’ type,” Luke commented. 
“Yeah, well. You didn’t really get to know him, did you?” “Fair,” Luke agreed. Even now, he didn’t really want to get to know the younger Shaw brother. But, he had a feeling Owen would have a few choice words for what Luke had planned for Deckard. 
“Anyway, why the hell are you calling me?” 
“Oh, no particular reason,” Luke nonchalantly said. “Just wanted to hear what’s about to go down.”
“What are you talking about, numbnuts?” Deckard snorted. “All that’s going to happen is me and my brother enjoying a pint together.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that’s all that’s going to happen,” Luke smirked, and could just imagine the extremely suspicious look in the other man’s eyes as he said that. 
“What the bloody hell did you do, Hobbs?” 
“Just wait for it,” Luke chuckled. “It might involve rubber gloves and a cavity search.”
“You didn’t,” Deckard responded, his voice revealing that he didn’t quite believe Luke’s statement. But suddenly, Luke could hear shouting in the background. Right on time. “You bloody bastard.”
“Told you I would get you back, Shaw,” Luke laughed. 
“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Mike Oxmaul,” Deckard grunted back. 
“Oh, I will,” Luke promised him. “Just make sure your little brother doesn’t hurt the bobbies too much, Hugh Janus.”
“It’s not Owen they should be worried about. Or you, for that matter,” Deckard told him cooly. “Make sure to watch your back, Hobbs.”
“HOBBS?!”
And with that final shout from Owen, the call was ended, leaving Luke sitting on a bench press, staring down at his phone. On one hand, he couldn’t wait to hear how Deckard and his brother got out of the situation he had set up. On the other hand, Luke couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement at Deckard’s last words. 
“Do your worst, Shaw,” Luke whispered down to his phone. He couldn’t wait to hear back from the Brit. 
~~~
Although he would never admit it, Luke was on edge for a while after that last call between him and Deckard. He tried to stop himself from looking behind him, tried to not stiffen up when a loud noise occurred, and most definitely tried not to think about all the ways the Brit could get back at him. 
Instead, he focused on planning his and Sam’s trip to Samoa, and finally allowing all of his family to come together. Luckily, since he just saved the world for the umpteenth time, nobody was really against him taking a long vacation. And every thought even connected to Shaw flew out of his mind when he saw the amazement in Sam’s eyes when they touched down in Samoa.
And when he saw his mother embrace Sam, Luke couldn’t help but feel conflicted. If he had to live his life over, he wouldn’t change the fact that he turned his father in and ran from his family. But, he wished he had come back to Samoa sooner. To repair bridges and let Sam have more of a family than a father. 
Now, as he sat in a chair, watching his family dance, sing, and laugh around a bonfire, the warm night air keeping their spirits high, Luke couldn’t be happier. He was so lost in watching everyone around him, he jumped a little when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw it was a text from Hattie. When he had introduced Sam to Jonah and his mother, he had gotten a picture of them, and without thinking, had sent it to Hattie, telling her about his family reunion. 
Looking down at the text, Luke could feel his eyebrows raising. 
Got my family reunion too :p
Luke couldn’t help the loud snort he made as he looked down at the picture Hattie had sent.
It was a selfie of her and Owen. Hattie was smiling so much, Luke was surprised if it didn’t hurt, but he couldn’t help but copying her as he looked at Owen. Her brother’s face was completely covered in whipped cream, with his eyes screwed shut. Chuckling, Luke texted her back. 
That’s a good look for him
Putting his phone back into his pocket, he forgot about the Shaws as he saw Sam running up to him, excitedly telling him about the cars Jonah had shown her. 
He didn’t think about the texts between him and Hattie until much later, when his whole family had crashed from the party, and he had finally convinced Sam to go to bed herself, promising that Samoa would still be there when she woke up. 
It wasn’t until he had gone to his own bed, ready to fall into it, that he got another text but this time from a different Shaw. Apparently Deckard also wanted to send him pictures. 
“Now isn’t that adorable,” Luke muttered, scrolling through the several pictures the Brit had sent him. 
The first was of Hattie and Owen, who seemed to have melded together, because Luke couldn’t tell where one started and the other began. They were both asleep, cuddled up on a couch. Luke had to admit that both siblings looked the most peaceful he had ever seen either of them looking before. Hattie was laying on Owen’s chest, head tucked under his chin, while Owen had his arms securely wrapped around his little sister. 
The next photo was of an older woman, who Luke had to guess was Magdalene Shaw, the siblings’ mother. She was dressed smartly, but her composed demeanor was completely destroyed by the position she was in. She was fast asleep in an armchair, her head resting on her shoulder, while her hands rested on the armrests, both hands holding something. An empty wine glass and a plate with half-eaten food stayed in her loose grip.
Luke’s grin just grew as he took the older woman in. It seemed like it was naptime for the Shaw household. 
The other pictures were all of Owen and Hattie, both seeming like they were having way too much fun in Luke’s opinion. Especially when in the one with both of them juggling knives. He looked the pictures over, a small smile present on his face. It was nice to see that the Shaw family had finally been mended. 
He was about to text back to Deckard, when he instead received one.
Deck was being a butt and refused to send these
“Really living up to the reputation of a little sister, aren’t you Hattie?” Luke snorted. 
He wasn’t surprised in the least to wake up to a text from Deckard in the morning. 
Hatts stole my phone. Ignore all of this
Rolling his eyes, Luke texted back. 
I’ll gladly ignore you princess
~~~
The kitchen was filled with delicious smells, the sounds of several pots boiling, a frypan sizzling, and the sound of rhythmic cutting, all which could be heard over soft classical music. Suddenly, a loud ringing filled the kitchen, cutting through every other noise. Putting down the knife he had been using, Deckard whipped his hands before picking up his phone. 
“Shaw.”
“Did you send a fucking assassin after me?!”
“Nice to hear from you, Hobbs,” Deckard smirked. He put his phone on speaker, placing it on the counter next to him. Picking up his knife again, he continued to cut up the onion on the cutting board. “Sounds like you didn’t quite enjoy my latest present.”
“Airport security is one thing, Shaw,” Luke growled. “A fucking assassin is another!” “Oh, please,” Deckard rolled his eyes. “I didn’t ask him to kill you.”
“No,” Luke hissed. “Instead, you asked him to ruin my mission, beat the shit out of me, and leave me a laughing stock in front of my whole team.”
“Well, what else would you expect to happen?” Deckard asked. “The guy was wearing a clown nose.”
“What kind of assassin would wear a clown nose!” Luke shouted through the speaker, making Deckard burst out laughing. “And not to mention, that guy is even smaller than your puny ass! Do you know what the guys are saying about me after this whole fiasco?” “I would love to hear what they’re saying,” Deckard hummed. “But you really shouldn’t have even tried fighting Francis. He’s not quite… classically trained.”
“Yeah, I kinda got that when the guy started dancing and still got me on my back,” Luke hissed back. 
“Just be glad I didn’t actually ask him to kill you. The guy still owes me a few favors from Siberia.”
“Well, thank you so much for sparing my life, your majesty,” Luke groused, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “But don’t you dare think we’re even.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Deckard snorted. “Have fun writing up the report of how you got your ass handed to you by a clown.”
“Fuck you, Shaw.”
~~~
Two weeks later, and still no retribution from Hobbs, Deckard had to wonder what the other man was planning. He was kind of hoping the other man would copy him again and send someone after him. Deckard needed a good fight. 
After he had returned from Samoa and proved his innocence of killing his team when he was an agent, Deckard’s life had gone in several directions. MI6 had been trying to contact him, with Hattie bugging him every other day to answer their calls. Meanwhile, his mother was out of prison and up to her old tricks. 
Both parties were trying to convince Deckard to work for them. And in all honesty, he was sick of it.
It was offensive that the spy organization thought they could ask him to come back, with no sort of apology or acknowledgement that they had hunted him down like a beast. All they wanted was his skills and undying loyalty. It didn’t help that they had convinced Hattie that Deckard working for them would be a dream come true for the younger Shaw. 
And at the same time, here was his mother, calling him nearly every day and asking him what he was up to. And then asking if he would like to join either her or Owen on a heist. And while her offers did sound tempting, they were not what Deckard was looking for. 
After so many years being on the run and relying on himself, Deckard had to admit one thing: it had been freeing not to take orders. 
His whole life, he either followed his parents’ word, and then it was every drill sergeant, captain, squad leader, and then senior agent telling him what to do. He had been the perfect agent. Always following orders to a T, but now, after experiencing life following his own code, he didn’t want to return to following someone else’s rules. 
For the first time in a long time, he was truly free to do whatever he wanted.
The only problem was, Deckard had no idea what he wanted to do. 
Now, here he was sitting alone in his home, late at night, reading a book on gardening. 
He had already gone through several books: some biographies of famous spies, others about Russia’s rulers, and even a japanese romance novel Owen had left at his place. None of them had kept his attention. 
Nothing seemed to be keeping his attention nowadays. He had taken a walk earlier through the streets of London, and everything seemed… dull. 
He used to find the old city’s streets to be exciting when he was a child. But his excitement turned to cautiousness as he grew older and the streets began to become much more threatening. But even when he was on the run and every street corner could have spelled his doom, Deckard had never thought of London as a dull place. 
But now everything seemed dull in comparison to his time spent running around the world, being chased by Brixton and being forced to work with Luke Hobbs. 
Sighing, Deckard put his book down and scrubbed a hand down his face, and briefly considered just turning in for the night. Even sleep seemed more interesting than anything else in his apartment. 
The only real highlight of his days recently had been when his siblings would visit. It was calming to be in the kitchen, bickering back and forth with one or both of them. To have his home filled with teasing and laughter, instead of the usual silence that encased it like a tomb, it was a nice change. But, it didn’t happen often. MI6 had fully reinstated Hattie and was constantly assigning her to missions, while Owen was busy helping their mother with heists or heists of his own. 
And while Deckard enjoyed having his family around, he would never bother them and force them to stay longer. They were all adults and they had their own lives to live. Deckard just wished he could figure out to live his. 
Ringing from his phone cut through his thoughts and making Deckard blink in surprise. He shouldn’t be getting calls this late, unless someone was in trouble. Picking the phone up, Deckard tilted his head at the caller, but nonetheless he answered it. 
“What do you want, Hobbs?”
“Hey,” Luke greeted him hesitantly. “It’s not too late for me to call, is it?” Deckard quirked an eyebrow at that. 
“Luke Hobbs being considerate of what time it is for me? What has the world come to?”
“Oh, fuck off, you jackass,” Luke huffed back. “I’m trying to be nice.”
“And why would you want to do that? Need something?” Deckard asked, sitting up, a hint of suspicion in his voice. 
“Actually,” Luke sighed. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
Deckard felt his other eyebrow follow the first, as they both raised in surprise. 
“Finally admitting you’re not superman and actually need help?”
“If you’re going to be an ass about it, then I’m just going to hang up,” Luke snapped. 
“Oh, don’t go getting your knickers in a bunch, you oversized idiot.” Deckard rolled his eyes. “What do you need help with?”
It was almost as if a switch had been hit because Luke’s voice went from snappish and full of his usual bravo to professional. 
“Since you’re more familiar with Europe’s criminal underground, I was hoping you’d be able to help me with something in France’s black market.”
“I might know a guy who sells illegal tech in France,” Deckard offered. He heaved himself off his couch and went towards the kitchen, where he left his laptop on the table. “What are you specifically looking for?”
“We’re looking for a very intelligent trojan horse. A prototype has been making its way through some smaller countries’ firewalls and we want to find it’s source. We think whoever programmed it is selling it out of France.”
Getting comfortable, Deckard listened to Luke, his hands flying over his laptop’s keyboard, messaging his contacts and hacking into a few others’ systems and seeing if they had anything to do with it. 
They went back and forth, sharing what information they were both collecting, talking each other through several theories of who could be behind the virus. Of course, small insults were thrown in, but if anything, it helped keep the air between them light, and without realizing it, Deckard had started to smile. 
He didn’t know when he started to laugh at the more inane jokes Luke threw out, claiming that he was a father and allowed to make such jokes. 
“You’re a wanker, is what you are,” Deckard snorted. 
“I can be both!”
Time passed quickly, both too caught up in their search and personal banter to realize how late it had gotten. 
“So, we have it narrowed down to three suspects,” Luke concluded. Deckard leaned back in his chair, looking over the three profiles on his screen and let out a hum. 
“I still think you should take Josh Lafrance off the list.”
“Why? You know him?”
“Only met him a few times,” Deckard admitted, chewing on his lip in thought. “Let me call him up. If I can’t make him squeal, Owen can.”
“Please don’t tell me your brother is involved in this shit. I don’t need to be chasing his ass around the world again.”
“Bugger off. If Owen was part of this, I’d wring his neck.”
“Just wanted to check,” Luke placated. “But, how does he know Lafrance?”
Deckard felt his face twist in consideration. 
“It’s not really any of my business, or your’s, but I’m pretty sure they shag occasionally,” Deckard finally admitted. 
“Oh.”
“Oh what?”
“Sorry, just didn’t think your brother was into guys.”
“He’ll get with anything that’s pretty enough,” Deckard shrugged. “Or interesting enough. You wouldn’t believe how many times he’s gotten in trouble by shagging the wrong person.”
“Oh, I can believe it,” Luke chuckled. “And what about you? Have you ‘shagged’ anyone’s wife that you shouldn’t have?”
“Oi! I don’t sleep with any married people,” Deckard huffed in indignation. “But, there was this one time I got into a spot of trouble by sleeping with a mob boss’s son.”
“Of course you did,” Luke outright laughed. 
“It wasn’t my fault the little bugger used me as an excuse to sneak out!” Deckard defended himself, but felt his smile undermining his statement. At the time, it had been intimidating to get threatened by a mob boss, but now, Deckard couldn’t deny that it had been a bit funny that he had been an act of rebellion by the boss’s son. 
Deckard was about to explain further, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a yawn took over his words and made him completely incomprehensible.
“What in the fresh hell was that noise?”
“Fuck off, you prick. I’m just yawning.”
“Oh shit. How late is it for you?” Luke asked, no doubt just noticing the time. “Shit. I shouldn’t have kept you up.”
“Don’t worry about it, twinkletoes,” Deckard told him, but had to stifle another yawn.
“Either way, sorry to keep you up so late,” Luke apologized. “An old man like you needs his rest.”
“Who the bloody hell are you calling old, you rat bastard?” Deckard growled, but was only met by laughter. 
“Night, Shaw. Thanks again for your help.”
And with those parting words, the call ended, suddenly plunging Deckard back into silence. 
Looking down at his phone, Deckard couldn’t help but slump back into his chair. 
“Night, Hobbs,” he said to the empty room. 
~~~
Luke was in a hotel room in France a week later, finally falling into bed after busting an infamous hacker who had been selling government ruining tech to the highest bidder. Luke was exhausted and planned to sleep until it was the next day and he had to fly back to L.A.
He let out a groan of despair when he heard his phone ringing. 
“What the fuck do you bastards want now?” He sighed to himself, but eventually forced himself to sit up and answer his phone. He didn’t bother checking who was calling, just assuming it was his boss calling for an update. 
“I really wish I was an only child sometimes,” a british voice sighed heavily into Luke’s ear. 
“What?” Luke responded back intelligently. 
“My brother and sister are going at it right now,” Deckard explained. And Luke grimaced at the sound of bone tiredness in the other man’s voice. He sounded even more exhausted than Luke felt. 
“What are they fighting about?” He asked, a bit of concern in his voice. It had seemed like the three Shaws got along fairly well. What could have happened to set them off?
Luke’s worry only grew when Deckard didn’t respond. 
“Shaw?”
Another sigh. 
“Hattie knew Cipher.”
“What?!” Luke yelped. 
“Well, she didn’t really know Cipher,” Deckard amended. 
“Then how the hell does Hattie know her?” Luke demanded. 
“Apparently they met in a bar,” Deckard explained. “They hit it off, had a few one night stands, and then parted ways.”
“Did Cipher do anything to Hattie?” Luke asked, his exhaustion completely forgotten as he thought about all the ways Cipher could have hurt the youngest Shaw. 
“That’s the weird thing,” Deckard huffed in frustration. “It was only a small fling. Nothing else happened. We don’t think Cipher even knew who Hattie was.”
“What? How’s that even possible?”
“Hattie erased all traces of her being related to our family when she left,” Deckard sighed. “She must have done such a good job, Cipher didn’t find any trace of her in Owen’s or my files.”
“So, it was just a harmless fling between them?” Luke cautiously asked. 
“Seems that way.”
“Then why are your brother and sister fighting?” “Well…”
“What?”
“Owen might have, uh…”
It was Luke’s turn to sigh. 
“Let me guess, your brother also had a fling with Cipher while he worked with her.”
“Yeah.”
“But why would Hattie be upset?”
“It’s not that simple,” Deckard said. “This isn’t the first time Hatts and Oh have slept with the same person.”
“Oh my god.” Luke wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or not. “How many times?”
“Too many,” Deckard let out a groan. “They’ve been at it for an hour already.”
“Do you think they’ll wear themselves out?”
“Not really,” Deckard siad. “Here, listen.”
There was a beat of silence, no doubt Deckard walking back to his siblings. And then-
“YOU ABSOLUTE CUNT!” Hattie’s screech came through loud and clear. As did Owen’s response. 
“GO FUCK YOURSELF!”
“See?” Deckard’s voice sounded small next to his siblings’ yelling. 
“Yeah. I kinda wish you were an only child, too.”
It was nice to hear Deckard’s laugh after all the sighing he had been doing earlier. 
~~~
They had talked for a while after that, Deckard telling Luke about all the times his brother and sister found out they had been with the same person. But eventually, he had to hang up, Hattie demanding he come to her defense. 
Before the other man could be pulled into the screaming match, Luke had made him promise to keep him updated on the fight. He was too invested now. 
Unfortunately, Luke fell asleep, phone still clutched in his hand. When he woke up hours later, he blurriedly blinked at the several missed messages from Deckard. 
Two hours now
Four *eye roll emoji*
They’ve finally stopped for tea
Nvm. Owen started throwing biscuits
The final message was a picture of Owen and Hattie throwing food at each other, but a smile on both their faces. 
They always have to ruin my kitchen
Luke let out a laugh, just imagining the look of irritation and fondness on Deckard’s face. 
~~~
After that, Luke could feel a shift in their sorta-kinda-maybe friendship. Luke didn’t hesitate to call the Brit, asking for his help in something. Their talks would start off professional, but would soon dissolve into something warmer, friendlier. It felt natural for Luke to throw out a harmless insult, or start a nonsensical argument, because Deckard would respond in kind, keeping up with Luke with his own wit. 
Soon enough, their calls turned to texting, mostly because he didn’t need Sam picking up on his language. It was summer vacation now and she kept insisting for her bedtime to be later and later. 
It seemed like no matter when Luke would text Deckard, the man would respond within ten minutes. He became used to always seeing a message from the Brit, that Luke could feel a sense of worry crawl up his spine when Deckard didn’t respond to him for several days. 
It was after almost a week of no response, when Luke finally received a text in the middle of the night. Sam was at a sleepover and Luke had treated himself to a marathon of all the basketball games he had missed recently.  
You busy?
Luke furrowed his brow in confusion. Deckard was usually not that brief in his texts.
No. What do you need?
Instead of a text, Luke’s phone lit up with a call, which he answered immediately. 
“Deckard?” He gently asked. 
“Hey.”
Luke winced at the croak that came over the phone. Deckard’s voice sounded wrecked. 
“Is something wrong?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” Deckard mumbled, his words slurring together. 
“Are you drunk?” Luke asked incredulously. 
“A bit,” the Brit sighed. His voice sounded even more distorted, almost as if something was covering his face. 
“Tell me what happened.”
“I saw my Da,” Deckard whispered so quietly, Luke almost couldn’t hear him. And he noticed how thick the Brit’s accent was getting, no doubt the alcohol loosening his tongue. 
“Is that a bad thing?” Luke cautiously questioned. He couldn’t remember either Deckard or Hattie talking about their father. And he hadn’t seen anything about the man in any of the Shaw siblings’ files. 
“I don’t know,” Deckard sighed and Luke could tell the other man was lying. His voice sounded so broken, and Luke swore he could hear something else in his voice. 
“Do you want to talk about it?” 
“Not really.”
“Okay.”
“Could we…” Deckard trailed off. 
“What?” Luke asked, his voice gentle, not wanting to scare Deckard off. 
“Could we just talk about something else? Anything else?”
“Of course,” Luke immediately agreed. “What do you want to talk about?”
“How’s your daughter doing? Sam, right?” “She’s doing great,” Luke started, a smile appearing on his face. “She’s gotten into rollerblading recently. You wouldn’t believe how many times I have to remind her to wear her knee pads.”
“As reckless as her old man,” Deckard chuckled softly. 
“Who the hell are you calling old?”
They talked for hours after that. From how the next school year would go for Sam to what the weather in London would be like in the morning. Deckard never talked about his father or why he had drunkenly called Luke, but Luke wasn’t about to push the man. He understood father issues. Instead, he stayed up with Deckard and didn’t let him off the line until he was satisfied that Deckard was in a better mood. 
It wasn’t until the fifth yawn in a row did Luke finally tell Deckard:
“Alright, princess, I think it’s past midnight. Your fairy godmother's spell is going to wear off soon.”
“Screw you, Luke,” Deckard yawned loudly. 
“Sweet dreams, Deck,” Luke whispered. 
“Mmhmm,” Deckard hummed. “You, too.”
~~~
The next morning, Deckard woke up with a raging hangover and laying on the floor of his living room. Gingerly sitting up, Deckard looked around for his phone, wondering what time it was. Sun was already streaming through the windows, only helping to make his headache even worse. 
“Where the bloody fuck did it go?” Deckard hissed quietly, holding his head in one hand, and groping under the couch for his phone. Finally, slick metal brushed against his fingers and he quickly snatched up his phone. 
It was nearly noon. 
“Bloody hell.”
And then he blinked at the message from Luke. 
Hope you slept well princess
Suddenly, Deckard’s headache didn’t seem so bad. 
~~~
Curled up on his couch, Deckard sipped at his tea and enjoyed the newest episode of the crime drama he was following. Almost everything in the show was nonsense, but the characters were interesting and had unfortunately caught Deckard’s attention. 
His quiet evening was interrupted by his phone going off. 
Putting his tea down and picking up his phone, Deckard smiled at the screen.
It was Luke. 
It was almost ritual at this point. Almost every day after Deckard had drunkenly called Luke, they would call each other, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. The only reason they hadn’t talked in the last three days was because Luke was undercover on a mission. 
Answering the call, Deckard smiled wider. 
“About time you called, twinkletoes.”
“Hey, Deck,” Luke wheezed.
Deckard’s smile dropped immediately. 
“Luke? What’s wrong?” Deckard tried to keep his voice calm, but it was difficult as he felt a jolt of fear go down his back. Had the mission gone wrong?
“Things went a bit tits up,” Luke responded, his voice weak. 
“What happened?”
“Someone leaked that I was a cop. I barely got out of there.”
“Are you hurt?” Deckard tried not to sound too panicked, but was sure it still came through. 
“A stray bullet to the side,” Luke grunted in obvious pain. 
“Where in the side?” Deckard demanded. 
“I’m not a doctor, Deck. I’m losing blood fast, that’s all I know.”
“Is backup on its way?”
“Yeah. But not for a while.”
“Try not to move. And keep pressure on the wound,” Deckard hurriedly suggested, feeling his frayed nerves bristle at the weak chuckle Luke let out. 
“I know, Deck. I’ve been in this kind of situation before. I know what to do,” Luke reassured him. 
“Then why the bloody hell did you call me? You shouldn’t be talking and using up your strength,” Deckard snapped. 
“I don’t know. I just,” Luke started. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”
Deckard felt his heart clench at those words. 
“You idiot.”
“I know. But I’m your idiot,” Luke said, clearly straining to speak. 
“Just stop talking,” Deckard pleaded. “Save your strength.”
“Then you talk. Tell me about your day.”
“Fine. Just promise me you’ll stay awake.”
“I promise,” Luke whispered. 
Deckard talked about anything he could think of: about all the missions he did for MI6, about the recent heists his brother had just pulled, about the annoying neighbors across the street. Occasionally, he would hear Luke hum in response or give a one word answer, just to show that he was awake. 
“I swear, I’m going to go over there and bash their teeth in one day,” Deckard groused. “Who the hell needs to play music that loud?”
He waited for Luke’s response, but there was silence. 
“Luke?”
Nothing. 
“Luke!” Deckard checked that the call was still going. It was. 
“LUKE!”
“Deck?” Luke weakly coughed. 
“Luke,” Deckard heard his voice break. “You need to stay awake. At least until backup arrives.”
“I can’t,” Luke slurred. 
“You have to,” Deckard urged him. 
“Deck, I…”
Then Deckard heard it. 
Shouting. 
“Luke! Is that your backup?”
All he heard was the sound of Luke’s labored breathing. 
“Please, for the love of Christ, Luke! Please answer me!” The only thing that came through the phone was shouting, but it was still too far away from Deckard to make anything out.
And then nothing. 
Looking down, Deckard saw that the call had ended. 
He didn’t notice he had been crying until a tear fell onto the phone’s black screen.
~~~
Deckard kept calling Luke’s phone, but to no avail. He didn’t know anyone that Luke worked with. When he called Dom Toretto up, the man was clueless about Luke’s whereabouts and not even knowing he had been on a mission. Desperately, Deckard tried hacking Luke’s phone, but all that got him was Luke’s location, which was in Washington, D.C., where Luke’s mission had taken place. Half a world away from Deckard. 
Luckily, it seemed like backup had arrived, because Luke’s phone was at a hospital, one of the best in the country. 
Deckard didn’t want to admit it, but the whole time after their call had ended, Deckard had barely moved from his computer. He barely ate or slept, only staring at his phone and nearly begging it to ring. 
It had been over twenty-four hours, and still no word. Deckard could feel himself going mad. 
“If you don’t survive this, Hobbs, I’m going to bring you back from the dead and kill you myself,” Deckard growled. 
When the thirty hour mark hit, Deckard decided that he was too jumpy to hold a knife. So, he went out, intending to grab something to eat, knowing that he at least needed to keep his own strength up. 
He was halfway to the Gregg’s near his apartment when he felt his phone vibrate. 
Nearly ripping his phone out of his pocket, Deckard had to try three times to actually hit the accept call button. 
“Luke?” “Hey, princess,” Luke said quietly. And even though his voice sounded scratchy, Deckard could hear the energy in it. “Hope I didn’t scare you too badly.”
“Are you alright?” Deckard demanded, ignoring what Luke said. 
“I’m fine, Deck,” Luke soothed him. “The bullet didn’t hit anything major. I just lost a lot of blood is all.”
“Oh, you just lost some blood?” Deckard sneered. “It’s not like you can die from that!”
Deckard glared at the people on the street staring at him. Can’t a man yell in peace? “Deck.”
“What?!” He snapped. 
“I’m fine. Really.”
Deckard took a breath, about to start shouting again. But suddenly, the last day of worrying and no sleep crashed into him. He could feel himself wobble as he stood on the sidewalk, his head feeling like it was filled with cotton. 
“If you’re sure,” Deckard whispered instead. 
“I am,” Luke said firmly. “I’m sorry to make you worry, Deckard.”
“Just don’t do it again,” Deckard sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He began walking again, even though his legs felt like jelly from the relief that Luke was going to be fine. 
~~~
Deckard was in his kitchen again, when he got a call from Luke. It had only been a few days since Luke had been shot and in the hospital having surgery. Putting down the carrots he had gotten out of the fridge, Deckard answered his phone. 
“How are you feeling, twinkletoes?”
“I’m good,” Luke said. “But I’d be better if you opened the door.”
Deckard blinked. 
“What?”
“Deck. Come open the door. I’m melting out here.”
Not really knowing what was going on, Deckard made his way to his front door. Opening it, he came face to face with one Luke Hobbs. Who held his own phone up to his ear, smiling down at Deckard. 
“About time, princess.”
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tellywoodtrash · 6 years
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billu jhoot toh dhang ka bola karo. you’re so bad at this.
look at him fishing and trying to get the birthday secret out, the fucking idiot. 
KHANNA YOU’RE A DAMN RUINER. OF EVERYTHING. EVERYWHERE. IN EVERY UNIVERSE. HONESTLY. 
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lmao his trying to hide his smile at shivaay’s idiocy tho. there is a limit of farmabardaari and khanna has reached it today. 
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LMAO OH BILLU. IT’S ALMOST AS BIG AS THE MURTI. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THISSSSSSSSSS???? 
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lololololol. khanna bhaiyya agar anika ke itne khaas dost nahi hote toh aaj unki toh chutti honi thi. 
look at his pride at the pandit essentially calling him a fucking freak.
“yeh aise bohut si cheezein karte hain jo koi aur nahi karta.”
HAHAHAHAHA. 
+10 for khanna’s snort. he really gives no fucks anymore. 
oufffff billu. why are you LIKE THIS? soooo fucking awkward. 
i notice that he’s back to the fun socks though!
“mauka bhi hai, mandir bhi hai, panditji bhi hain, bhagwanji bhi hain...”
is he PROPOSING or.... like... kehna kya chahta hai tu billu????
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same, anika. #same. 
btw, how did anika’s terrible cold MIRACULOUSLY cure itself? like literally about an hour ago, she was sneezing up a fucking storm when khanna came to give her all the stuff. kapde badal diye toh zukhaam bhi chala gaya? 
god he’s really trying THE MOST with this fucking dosti thing, isn’t he??? 
it’s really painful to watch like, a 35 year old man have ZERO fucking game like this. GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF MAN. 
"nahi, red waala nahi! red lovers ke liye hota hai!” 
.... is there something special about the yellow roses or has he really deluded himself into thinking that he’s okay with being “sirf dost” with her forever???????
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ugh look at him following her around like a fucking puppy. endearing dumbass. 
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... i... i just give up. he’s beyond help. 
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this poor girl. having to put up with this nonsense on her birthday. 
oh billu. if only you knew what she was thinking. 
“may i?” 
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idk what kinda friends you two have in your lives, but i’ve never looked at my “sirf dost” like this, like i wanna french kiss them and adopt+raise puppies with them. but you do you, guys. 
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the moment’s been ruined. shivaay chutiya hai hi, woh sab theek, but yeh nikhil toh awwal darje ka chomu hai. 
OK FUCKING HELL, FUCKING BEAT HIM UP SHIVAAY. FUCKING THOPDA HI REARRANGE KAR DE USKA. 
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ouff oh anika, it’s a shiv mandir. shivji is totally into destruction and shit. let shivaay do his thang and open his third eye at this fucker. he deserves a good beatdown. 
lmao really shivaay? is that what you were attempting to do with nikhil? SAMJHAAOFY him? 
birthday’s been ruined with the rakhail talk. sigh. 
greaaaaaaaaaaaaaat, he’s going to prolong this some more with some more tamaasha. just great! 
gauri is overacting in a bid to get anika to that house. girl pls, every one knows birthday ke din aise pentre are always a bid to get to venue of party.
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anika ka toh pata nahi, but this is all the birthday gift *I* want. *rubs my face on his*
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LMAO THIS EXTRA AF MAN. HOW AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHY THE HELL DID HE GO GET A COMPLETE WARDROBE CHANGE IN LIKE 10 MINUTES???????????/ BIRTHDAY TUMHARA THODI HAI!!!!!!! 
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gauri tum toh rehne hi do. no one believes you’re on any other team other than shivaay’s anymore. 
... so she’s completely over the rakhail conversation they had like 10 minutes ago???????? 
why can’t all of nakuul’s dialogue delivery be like this “zindagi mein khushiyaan...” line?  
LOL TELL THE TRUTH SHIVAAY, YOU’VE THREATENED/BRIBED THIS CHACHI INTO BEING NICE, HAVEN’T YOU?????? SPILL! 
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lmao yup. that’s a “do as i say if you want to live” face if i’ve ever seen one. 
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lololololololol. i love these two and their faces so much. 
every time they cut to shivaay’s deathface getting more and more formidable by the second, i wonder exactly what the fuck he threatened chachi with to get her to say all this. 
anika is such dumbass to fall for this shit. doesn’t she know her chachi at all???????????????????
LMAO HE GOT INSPIRED BY TRUMP AND SEEDHA DEPORTATION FROM THE COUNTRY ITSELF HE THREATENED. 
hahaha, after all that, the most sassy “CHACHIJI!” to top it all off. 
pft, ainvayi ka patronizing scene using sahil and his handicap to show us oh ho yeh kitnaaaaaaaa achcha aadmi hai. chal hatt! 
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DANG GAURI TRIVEDI, LOOK ATCHA, PUTTING THE MOVES ON HIM RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS SISTER. SOMEONE GIVE ME AS MUCH CONFIDENCE AS THIS GIRL! 
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lmao prinku’s sweet as pie sassy smile throughout the whole exchange. 
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, how stinking cute is omki shomki’s shyness though! awkwardly tugging on his shirt, husky unsure “bolo?” 
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lol beta suchhhhhh utaavlapann to know. do you liiiiiiiiike her???? hmmmmm??????
LOLOLOLOL. it’s what we alllllllllll wanna know, gauri. IT’S EXACTLY WHAT WE ALL WANNA KNOW.
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poor boy. kaise chop ho gayi iski.
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OMFG SHE EVEN REACHED OUT AND TWEAKED HIS HAIR. I LOVE HER. 
lolololololol i fucking love how this prinku truly enjoys watching her poor brothers in misery and taking their case. 
om, if you like her and want something to happen why haven’t you made a move eh? number toh hai na tere paas? har kaam woh hi kare? tu kab kuch karega????? 
great, this day and its zillat is just never ending for anika. shivaay ne poore din ke nautanki ka theka le rakha hai. 
GOD SHIVAAY YOU’RE.... UGH. JFC, SO FUCKING EMBARRASSING. YOU’RE HONESTLY THE FUCKING WORST. 
i cannot watch this crappppppp. it’s cringe!max. 
“anika ko aap ke ya kisi aur ki character certificate ki zaroorat nahi.” 
then why are you doing this???????????
yeah you didn’t make anyyyyyyyyy of this better atttttttttttttttttttttt allllllllll, not even a little bit. all you did is associate your name even more inextricably with hers, without specifying any kinda legitimate relationship. neither did you fess up to lying on that day about all the things you said about her. even if they don’t say anything to her face anymore, they’re all going to be gossiping about you two and the nature of your relationship behind her back. allllll you did was strengthen the “rakhail of a powerful man” image for her even more. congrats billu. you played yourself.  
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i am this random uncle, who’s like kya bakchodi hai bhai???? hai kaun yeh chutiya? 
OMFG SHIVAAY YOU DON’T HAVE THE SLIGHTEST IDEA HOW INDIAN SOCIETY WORKS!!!!!! JUST SHUT UP AND GO AWAY. LORD!!!!!!!! 
i cannot believe she’s falling for this garbage. honestly. tell me she’s quiet because there’s truly nothing that can be said or done at this point. other than fucking move out to a whole different state or country or something. 
yup. really nailing that repairing her reputation thing, with holding her hand and leading her off all authoritatively in front of all of them. 
... okaaaaaay? and where is this exactly? 
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also, what “sirf dost” hang out in semi-dark places like this all by themselves and look at each other like THAT????? 
anika you’re honestly the biggest damn fool ever. are you really thanking him for that fucking tamaasha he did that solved absolutely nothing? i’m so fucking done with how fucking stupid you are in this redux. 
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this lighting is really fucking amazing for her skin. she literally looks like the moon. 
ohohohoho “iss pyaar ko kya naam doon” moment. 
oh well, i guess i’m happy for you two and your momentary contentment in things the way they are. 
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aw, cute!
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suuuuuuuuuuuuure shivaay. that cake is soooooo not what you wanna devour right now. 
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you too, missy. i see the way you’re looking at him. I SEE YOU. 👀👀👀
yeah don’t kid yourself baby girl. dat izzat goneeeeee. i mean, the kind you want, with societal approval and shit. best find yourself a new mohalla. 
... he was really just walking around with that SCROLL in his pocket all this time??? 
aaaaaaaaaaaand he ruined it (for her.) 
i toh think he’s doing absolutely the right thing. FOR ONCE in his godforsaken life. 
lmao OU mein bhi he had presented the divorce papers to her in a gift box. if only everyone in indian society had such a healthy, progressive view towards divorce such as shivaay did! 
anyway, what you two need is an annulment, not divorce. 
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but... but.... i thought we’d eat this cake off each other later tonight. (still as “sirf dost” tho.)
anika be thinking BUT BITCH I’M A MASOCHIST WHO WANTS TO BE IN YOUR BANDHAN. IN BOTH THE MARRIAGE WAY AND THE 50 SHADES OF GREY WAY. Y U RUINING THIS?!?!?!?!? THAT TOO ON MY BIRTHDAY???????
ohohohohoho, and the angst begins! ab aayega mazaaaaa!!!!!! *rubs hands gleefully*
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soooooooooo i missed my “deadline” (again.) but that’s nothing new around here. you guys are used to my bs by now. my net was being fucky (thanks monsoons!) so i just went the fuck to sleep last night.
ANYWAY, ONWARDS!!!!!!
was jiya under the impression that arsal WANTED to be married to her or something? itne gusse se yeh sab ISKO kyun suna rahi ho?
btw, doesn’t iqra look like nargis fakhri had a baby with ileana d’cruz?
now there’s the plot for main tera hero 2. ALLLLL THE PRETTY LADIES!!!!!!!
i love how excited and happy arsal gets every time they agree on something.
haaye bechaara, he just wants to make love, not war.
PAHAADI BAKRA!!!! FIRST INSTANCE OF MY FAV INSULT!
“tumne APNI shakal dekhi hai kabhi? jo gusse se naak phulaati ho, toh mirgi ka daura pad jaaye dekhne waale ko!”
haaaye laanat hai tumpe arsal. she’s so pretty!
lmao what’s a “pao bola”?????? 
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kekekek i love this idiot boy’s face.
“yehi! yehi tumhari buri aadat hai! har cheez mein jo jaanwaron ko ghused deti ho!!!!!!!!!!!!” lolololol ok guess it’s some kinda animal
yeah i see why ppl were saying that iqra was a little EXTRA in the initial eps. still love her tho, and i think it just goes with the kinda character jiya is.
“toh aisi zehreeli baatein sunke, tum pehli fursat mein... MARR KYUN NAHI JAATE??????”
god grant me the ability to be this savage.
hahahaha dekho kaise poori tarah se chaabi lagaake bhej rahi hai apna kaam karwaane ke liye.
also, her lil typical desi head nod as she sends him off. too cute.
jamshed and his nonsense bandook, pffft.
idk about you guys, but i have neverrr ever once been able to take jamshed seriously when he threatens to beat up arsal. arsal looks like he can just give one stern look of his and jamshed would be cowering behind shanno. lbr the only one here who can control puttarjee is his amma.
“aaja puttar aaa, phenti khaa.” i love how she invites arsal to his doom so casually every single time.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT. IDIOT. abbaji ko bandook sang dekh saari hawa nikal gayi.
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HAHAHAHAHAHA SHAHANA’S ISHAAREBAAZI. WHY IS EVERY DESI MOM LIKE THISSSSSSSSSSSSS
hahahahahaha look at him slinking back to her side.
and she too knows him sooooo well. that smug expression of hers was in place waaay before he even sat down.
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pffffffffffffft. overconfidenceeeeeeee ki hadh.
look at the way she’s marching towards the room, my tiny little toofaan!
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lol the way she literally checks on her head for seengh.
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she’s so dramatic, i love it!!!!!
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lmaooooooo HIS smugass smileeeeee.
HAHAHAHAHAHA THE NOISE HE MAKES AS HE MOCKS HER WITH THE EYE-TO-EYE GESTURE, I’M DYING. what a pettyasssssss...... 
“badiiiii phon-phaan karti gayi thi.” lmaooooooooo
wait wow, masooma was anti-arsal in the start?!?!?!?!?!? 10 ep mein toh aapko shehzaada dikhne lagta hai woh!!!!
and jalal phupa was ok with him, but anti-jiya! wow, how things changed!!!!!!
NAIK SEERAT, AUR KINZA? KHUDA KA KHAUF KAREIN, JALAL MIYAAN!
lol awww, jalal phupa just wants some lovin’.
god kinza, do you not have any apps on your phone to pass the time? some temple run? twitter? at least candy crush? matlab, kuch aur bhi hobbies develop karo, har waqt is ek bande ki photo hi dekhti rehti ho.
am i supposed to feel bad for her? i don’t. dafa ho, you meesni.
lmao the ammas don’t give one single fuck about these two’s ~~~~angst.
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SHANNO’S FACE BE LIKE “BITCH WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO THIS WAY?????? AND YOU PUT THAT FINGER DOWN BEFORE I PUT IT DOWN FOR YOU.”
arsal/jiya, you should call your impertinent declarations “wedding cake”, coz in 30 days, YOU’RE GONNA BE EATING THEM.
bijaan is so amazingly petty towards masooma’s sasuraal lol.
bijaan too, like us, never gave a shit about kinza. kuch bhi kaho, bijaan insaan ko parakhti badi sahi hain. 
OMG SHERRY’S DAD’S NAME IS MUNAWAR. MEANING SHERRY’S NAME IS SHEHERYAR MUNAWAR.
damn bijaan the grudge is stronggggggggg.
SHERRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. YOU CUTIEEEEEEEEEEE.
aw man, it’s so nice to see arsal and sherry be friendly towards each other.
haaye why’d they have to break up the BROtp like that tho.
huma truly is a saint to put up with the hellion that is jiya. so aggro!
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GOD HUMA IS SO STINKING CUTE I CAN’T!!!!!!!!!!! WHY GOD WHYYYYYYYY COULDN’T SHE BE ENDGAME FOR SHERRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY JUST LOOK AT HER SHE’S THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF RASMALAI (SWEET AND SQUISHY)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
gosh i really feel aghaji’s frustration. nothing i hate more than ppl who come obstruct the tv. wtf you think you made of, glass???? SAAMNE SE HATT BEWAKOOF INSAAN!!!!!
“crown mahal” for taj mahal. god sherry, you are SUCHHHHH a burger bachcha!
so much aapas ki rishtedaari ki sherry bhi confuse ki aghaji shanno ke khaalu hain ya phupa. 
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UGH HE’S SO CUTE. *kisses screen*
lol sherry ka bhi nickname chanda hai kya? dikhta bhi chand jaisa hi hai. *kisses screen some more*
“bin bulaaye toh allah miyaan ke paas bhi nahi jaonga main, shaadi toh door ki baat hai!” waaaaah, what tadi, what swag.
lmaooooo such typical desi shaadi invitation list - humne unko yeh diya tha, ab humari lene ki baari!
my god masooma and her idhar udhar ke ainvayii ke jhagde, khatam hi nahi hote!
gotta respect jalal for calling out bijaan’s pettyness tho.
haha shahana’s meethi churi waali smile at jalal.
idhar shahana ki nautanki shuru. god this family is so damn Extra.
lo, nawa katta khul gaya. card pe naam chaapne ka.
i am nazaakat. too much fuckery, mera bhi bp shoot kar raha hai.
LOOK AT THIS SAHABZAADA JUST SITTING WAITING FOR HIS ROTIS.
AADHE SE ZYAADA EPISODE HO GAYA, MERA GOLUUUUUUU KAHAN HAI?????
lmao arsal is truly his mother’s son in terms of shadin’ on ppl.
pfffffffft arsal, if you think she’s going to get jealous at some other chick’s ROTI MAKING SKILLZ, you really don’t know her at all.
lmao she was legit just stealing a roti OFF HIS SIDE PLATE. hadhhhhh hai jiya!
arsal’s so used to these threats of violence, he doesn’t even bother retorting.
i love how she just replies to him without even fucking blinking. telling him to piss off is as natural as breathing to her!
GOLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“lo! aa gaya tumhara matka bhai! laaya hoga tumhare jaisi koi manhoos khabr!” lololololololol
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SCENE: JIYA’S “JAAN CHOOTI!” RELIEF, ARSAL’S INSTANT “YA ALLAH TERA SHUKR HAI!!!!”, JIYA’S LIL SLAP AND HIM QUICKLY CHECKING ON KINZA, WHO BTW HAS SEEN ALL OF ITTTTTT.
lmao arsal’s 300% insincere “so sad!” fucking idiot.
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hahahahahahaha, in the end our girl got what SHE wanted - the rotis.
“baap itne jaldi kyun marr jaate hain????” OMFG MASOOMA
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adorable fucking idiots.
“haaye jalal miyaan, toh kya main maut ke kuwein mein motorcycle chalaake khush karoon?” lmao bijaan’s examples are the bestttttttt
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“kudi te munde da naam katwaake tussi doweyaan da naam likhaa diye?”
lololololol phupa’s face. (and jamshed’s face!!!!!!!!!)
“koi akheeri beghairat aadmi hai jalal phupa!” “haan. bikul tumhari tarah. koi izzat-e-nafz hi nahi hai!”
lmao ek bhi mauka nahi chodti. sach mein bijaan ki hi potttiii hai.
naak like eiffel tower isn’t really an insult tho? everyone wants a nice, straight nose like that!
lmao she called him a daddu tho.
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shanno is us. fangirling hard.
is ghar mein SABKO hi BP hai kya?
waise hairaani ki baat hai bhi nahi. harkatein toh ek ek ki aisi hi hain, ki jo bhi dekhein, bp high ho hi jaaye.
EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE AND THEIR LAUNDRY WAALE MASLE, LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ugh, is kinza ne toh kasam le rakhi hai, istiri kar kar ke biwi banne ka. hattttt manhoos, kitna bhi karle, nahi milne waala tujhe!
lol arsal being like you’re too polite to be related to us badtameez ppl.
EPISODE 2 MEIN HI THIS MEESNI HAS STARTED HER TACTICS. GOD I HATE HER SO MUCH.
ugh arsal, badhaawaa na do!
and god kinza you dumbass, he’s just using you. as his ainvayiiiii ka “yes man” and dhoban.
le, yeh paagal itne mein hi itnaaaaaaaa khush hai. bewakoof beghairat ladki.
lol did he make the shower excuse just to get kinza out of his room???? he’s sitting here in the same pehle waala outfit now.
this pattern waala passcode thing is the most BS thing ever. it’s the easiest way to get into someone’s phone. you just have to observe them unlocking their phone ONCE. why ppl keep using it is beyond me.
lol shaitaani message bheja bhi, toh itnaaa shareeef.
arsal ko golu ki pitaayi kiye bina khaana hazam nahi hota. (god why are boys like thisssssssssssssss)
DUMBASS, SO BAD AT SPYING
OHNOE! CHAANTA! BUT WHY????????????!
oh ho jiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! kabhi toh ungli mat kiya karo!
haaye bechaare ko ainvayi jhaapad khaana pada. *rubs his cheek*
“DURRR FITTEH MOOH AISE JAZBAATON KA!” lol shanno, maybe take some of your own advice also.
“insaani tareekh mein aisa zaalim, aisa jabir baap kisi ka nahi hai, jitna mera hai!”
ok that’s a bit much betaji.
lol at him side-eying his friend’s roohafza tho. ladka is halal!max.
obligatory dialogue about i may have lived outside but i still gots me sanskaar!!!!!!
or as they put it here, “khaandaani riwayatein”.
lol his animated retelling.
so sherry and aghaji are supposedly in london, but those bags are most definitely for outlets in the middle east.
“by god, itni waahiyat cheap story maine aaj tak nahi suni! jiya ne mere totay udaa diye, maine uska dupatta jala diya..... tum dono ne koi insaano waali harkat ki hai aaj tak?”
lel, this friend (yasir?) is all of us.
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lololololol golu’s face.
“kya kar logi itna padhkar? aakhir mein wohi haandi-chulha hota hai.”
ok 0.3 seconds of feeling bad for kinza, that she’s been conditioned to never want more in life.
i love how she says LSE mein admission leti, as if baaju ke kiraane ki dukaan se chai ki patti khareedne jaisa easy ho.
kinza toh just wants to get jiya out of the way. tu chup kar, meesni!!!!!!
aaaaaaaaaaand no doubt, golu’s been paid to drop this little tidbit of info in front of jiya?
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