#⌜text message⌟ ✦ * · ˚ miles teller.

[christopherchacex]

chace: broski. you and the old ball & chain going on vacation soon? chace: let me know at least two days in advance, so i have time to pack my holiday spirit and my speedos. chace: we playing golf this week too? you got a butt whooping coming your way, teller. / @tellingmiles

[khaylin27]

A Little Dodger Traitor

Part 7 of DODGERS V.S. PHILLIES BABY!!!

Pairing: Miles Teller x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: A year after Aaron was born, you and Miles decided to go visit his family in Philadelphia for his birthday. While you're there, the family decides to go to a Phillies game like always. What you didn't know was that they bought a Phillies jersey for your baby boy. Inspired by Trea Turner bringing his son to a Phillies Press Event

Warnings: FLUFF, mentions of sex, mentions of the pandemic

Word Count: 1035

A/N: BEFORE Y'ALL COME AT ME, I respect Miles and Keleigh's relationship and marriage. THEY ARE RELATIONSHIP GOALS!!!! I wanted to write this because I love Miles and baseball. If you feel this isn't for you, please don't read it.

When Aaron was born, you and Miles decided not to travel with him until he was 1. There were many reasons you guys didn't want to travel with him: He was too young, there was still a virus happening, and you just wanted to have your little family for a while. It wasn't until The Teller Family Group chat started asking when you would visit Philadelphia.

TELLER FAMILY GROUP CHAT

Merry Teller: Hey Y/N and Miles! I hope I'm not bothering you two but I was wondering if you three can visit Philadelphia soon. We miss you three.

Dana Teller: Dang she put you on the spot. You gotta answer now Y/N and Miles 😈

Merry Teller: DANA DON'T USE THAT EMOJI!!!

Miles: Hi Mom. Dana 😑 We were actually talking about that earlier. Y/N and I are thinking about going over there to celebrate Aaron turning one.

Merry Teller: That's perfect! I can't wait.

Mike Teller: We can go to a Phillies game before his birthday! The Phillies are playing the Baltimore Orioles on July 26. Do you guys want to go?

Miles: ABSOLUTELY!! But what about Y/N. I know the Dodgers aren't playing against the Phillies that day.

Y/N: It's fine. As long as we get to spend time together that's all that matters. I'll even wear my Phillies hat because I love you guys. 🤍

Mike Teller: And that's why you're my favorite daughter in law.

Merry Teller: She's your only daughter-in-law Mike.

Mike Teller: Exactly. She's my favorite child-in-law too.

Dana Teller: I'm telling that to my husband, dad!

Y/N: Aww thanks, Mike 🥹

Miles replies to Y/N text: Thanks Sugar. I'll make it up to you later.

Dana Teller: OOOOH 😏 BABY TELLER #2 COMING SOON 👶🏻

Merry Teller: DANA!!!

Erin Teller: And that's why I don't like talking on this group chat.

END OF CONVERSATION

After the text messages from the Teller Family Group chat, you and Miles decide to plan your trip to Philadelphia. You guys decide that you'll be staying there during Aaron's birthday week. You'll mostly be spending time with family and going locally to places Miles went to during his youth so that Aaron can experience what his dad did growing up.

Y/N’s Instagram stories

July 26

"Hey Hot Stuff." You yell for Miles.

"Yes Sugar. What do you need?" He finds you and sees that Aaron is crying. He was crying because you were putting a Phillies hat on him. "Why are you crying baby boy?"

"He doesn't like the Phillies hat. When I put it on him he was confused and started crying." You explain to Miles why he's crying.

"Don't cry, baby boy. This hat is daddy's favorite team." Miles holds the toddler hat and shows it to Aaron. Aaron looks at the hat and grabs the hat with his tiny hands. Miles hoped that Aaron would like the hat but Aaron throws the hat across the room and starts crying.

"You see he doesn't like the hat. It's probably because it's not the Dodgers." You laugh at your comment while Miles was giving you a dirty side eye.

"Don't use our son's pain to comfort you." He says to you seriously while Aaron was crying. All of a sudden you hear Miles's dad, Mike come into your room.

"Oh no! What happen Aaron!?"

Aaron turns around and sees his grandpa, "PAPA. PAPA!!!" He continues crying for his Papa until Mike takes him into his arms.

"It's okay Aaron. Your Papa is here." Mike comforts Aaron and helps him to calm down. "What happened to my grandson!"

"Y/N was getting him ready for the game after he took his nap. He was okay until she put on the hat. He started crying because of the hat." Miles explains to his father the reason why his grandson was crying. "Y/N thinks it's because it wasn't a dodgers hat."

"Hey don't expose me! I'm trying to stay your dad's favorite child in law!!" Mike starts laughing at your comment.

"Aww, you poor thing," Mike says while wiping Aaron's tears. "I think your MiMi has something else that you'll like." The word MiMi gets Aaron all happy and excited. "You want to call MiMi?" Aaron responds by smiling at his Papa. "MiMi!"

"MiMi!" Aaron repeats what his Papa says. They keep calling for MiMi until she comes into Miles and Y/N's room.

"Yes, baby boy. What do you need from your MiMi?" Merry asks Aaron. He gets all excited and starts smiling.

"Aaron started crying because he doesn't like the Phillies hat. Can you please get the jersey we brought for him?" Mike asks Merry if she can get it and she says yes.

"Wait you bought him a jersey?" You ask your father-in-law, while your mother in law was going to the living room and getting the jersey.

"Yes, we did dear. He's our first grandchild from Miles so we wanted to spoil him." She comes in holding a powder blue toddler jersey. It was custom made so on the back it said TELLER with the number 1.

"Do you like that baby boy?" Mike asks his grandson and he starts to smile. "Why don't we put it on you?" Merry hands Mike the toddler jersey so that he can put it on Aaron.

"Aren't you so cute baby boy!!" Miles's mom squeals with happiness as her grandson was wearing the powder blue jersey. Aaron matches his MiMi's energy and gets all happy.

"No crying from Aaron. He really likes it." Miles says to you as you guys watch him and his grandparents so happy.

"I guess that's a good thing," You look up at Miles and give him a small smile. "He's a little traitor though for liking that jersey but he is adorable."

"It's okay Sugar." He says getting closer to your ear. "Tonight my parents are going to take care of Aaron so we can have some alone time. I'll make it up to you." He looks at you with a smirk on his face.

He's definitely going to make it up to you tonight.

Y/N's Instagram Post

A/N: Baby Teller #2 might be coming soon 😏 Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter!

Here's to be added to the taglist

Taglist:(crossed out means I couldn't tag you) @eternalsams @angiem219 @mizzysx @xlynnx07 @withakindheartx @lethalbeautiful @atarmychick007 @shanimallina87 @adoringsebstan @mak-32 @nograce-nomercy @brittancqs @luckyladycreator2

[lamarquesacaleruega]

Carla gazed out the window of the jet as it descended slowly towards LAX. Her mind had been a whirlwind of images. Everything that happened over the past couple years filled her thoughts. Even though she went away to college in London, nothing could erase the emotions she felt. She tried so hard to forget, but who was she kidding, it would never go away. When her father told her that he wanted to invest in wineries overseas. Carla was more than thrilled to conquer the task. She'd always dreamed of visiting California. Now was her chance and she took it. Being a million miles away from Spain was exactly what she needed. Beaches, Rodeo Drive, and Orange County were some of the places she was excited to visit. Her father had already purchased her a town house in a wealthy suburb outside of Charming. As soon as the jet landed, Carla closed the files she had been reading. Carefully placing them in her bag, she looked around to make sure nothing was left behind. Slipping her heels back on her feet before standing. The heiress of the Marquesado de Caleruega thanked the pilot and others for the flight. Exiting the jet she felt the hot summer heat on her face. It was something she was not use. The weather in Spain was very different.

"Ay dios mío. Este maldito calor va a ser mi muerte." Carla said as she walked towards the sliding doors of the airport.

"Mierda!" She declared loudly. All Carla could think about was lounging around her private pool. At least her father did something right. Entering the airport quickly a gust of cool air hit her. Letting out a deep breath she looked around for the backage claim. Someone was suppose to pick her up, but she had forgotten who. Thirty minutes went by, yet it felt like an eternity, and she finally got her luggage. Hearing her text message notification. She read the text and answered her father. The conversation was brief.

"Who is picking me up?" She asked.

"Gemma Teller. She knows what you look like. I sent her a picture." The text conversation ended before Carla could say or ask anything else. Little did Carla know that her world would turn upside down.

@samcrosprincex

[fvlsegcds]

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[blue-aconite]

I posted 5,249 times in 2022

That's 3,120 more posts than 2021!

271 posts created (5%)

4,978 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@yanna-banana

@anniesocsandgeneralstore

@jakeseresins

@skloomdumpster

@babyrooster

I tagged 2,007 of my posts in 2022

#crush - 495 posts

#glen powell - 426 posts

#robert pattinson - 293 posts

#the batman - 199 posts

#bruce wayne - 127 posts

#top gun maverick - 113 posts

#i hate him so much he’s ridiculous and i want to marry him - 109 posts

#semi feral pet bat - 105 posts

#jake hangman seresin - 93 posts

#miles teller - 91 posts

Longest Tag: 117 characters

#haven’t properly cried since 2013 but sometimes i just stare into the void when i don’t want to deal with my feelings

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

between the wolves || prologue

Summary: She was, after all, running away from him. From their future. A future she didn’t want.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin x OC 

Authors Note: It’s finally here. Thank you to my werewolf love @anniesocsandgeneralstore for beta reading. Thank you for cheering me on, listening to me rant and being my best friend. This fic would not exist without you.

New Message

To: Sam H

“I’m sorry. I need some space. I need to breathe, to be alone. Take care. I’ll miss you.”

The last part was a lie, she thought as she stared at the screen before locking it and putting her phone away. She wouldn’t miss him. She was, after all, running away from him. From their future. A future she didn’t want. 

Cassandra leaned back against the uncomfortable seat and closed her eyes. Check-in had gone smoothly and she wasn’t set to board her flight for another thirty minutes. She double checked her boarding pass and passport when her phone went off again.

There were four messages from Sam and two from her mother, including three voicemails. She had opened neither. At the top was a new message from her father.

1 New Message

From: Dad

“Be safe. Text me when you land. I’ll deal with your mother. And Sam.”

She smiled before setting the phone on flight mode and pocketed the device. Looking up, she saw people were beginning to move, anxious to board the plane but Cassandra stayed put. There was no point in rushing. 

She might have been in the middle of one of the busiest airports in New York but she had never felt calmer. Leaving had been the right decision. 

‘Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 75B to Anchorage, Alaska. We are now inviting those passengers in first class, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you.’

Cassandra gathered her things and joined the queue, letting an older couple through first.

“Thank you dear. Travelling alone?” the woman smiled kindly. She reminded Cassie of her own grandmother.

“Yes ma’am. A break from everything.” she smiled. The woman patted her arm before joining her husband again. 

While settling into her seat Cassie couldn’t help but to think about what she had told the woman. A much needed break. She was aware that she was running but she didn’t know what else to do. So much of her life had been planned for her but wasn’t what she wanted. Not anymore. 

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#4

FE YOURE KILLING ME WITH THE GLEN CONTENT

I’m just doing my duty ma’am

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73 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

#3

not a bad thing || j.h.s

Summary: She always thought their love was special, something solid and grounding. So when he first started to withdraw, she hadn’t questioned it. She believed his excuses, never arguing or second guessing him. Because he would never hurt her. He had sworn that he never would.

Warnings: Emotional cheating/affair, angst, swear words

Word Count: 2k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x f!reader

Authors Note: This is for @jostystyles and her “top tracks writing challenge” 2.6k followers! Congratulations on the milestone darling! I’m sorry this is late. Thank you to my lovely betas @writercole @therebeccaw @princessmisery666 @imjess-themess @anniesocsandgeneralstore, you all made this fic so much better! 

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216 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#2

it’s to you i will always return || b.b & j.s

Summary: Missing her boys while they’re on deployment.

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader

Authors Note: This is for @callsign-phoenix​ 500 followers celebration! It’s a little late but it’s here now! Congratulations Soph on 500 followers! And thank you to @marvelandotherfandomimagines​ and @anniesocsandgeneralstore​ for beta’ing!

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842 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

you said you’d grow old with me || b.b

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw had been in her life since she was 16 years old. Her rock, anchor in a bad storm, shoulder to cry on. Her best friend. It felt like they had known each other forever, two pieces of a puzzle. She could talk to him about everything.

Warnings: Terminal illness, angst, no happy ending

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader

Authors Note: This is all thanks to @imjess-themess. Blame her. Thank you @imjess-themess @writercole for reading it over for me. I wrote this in less than three hours and I spent most of them crying.

Song; you said you’d grow old with me

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[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

Philophobia is the fear of falling in love.

Will Smith's first name is Willard, not William.

Loneliness is both physically and mentally damaging.

Napping for just six minutes can help improve your memory.

In the 1940s, butt plugs were marketed as a headache remedy.

In Switzerland, you can be denied citizenship for being too annoying.

Google has a database of 25 million books that no one is allowed to read.

You are 8 times more likely to be killed walking drunk, than driving drunk.

A survey of Americans from 2008 found wellbeing peaked at around age 82.

According to a new study, Finns have the longest weekend lie-ins in Europe.

A new study finds delays in texting responses may indicate the other person is lying.

The first copy of Rolling Stone magazine came with a free roach clip to hold your joints.

You're more likely to be killed by a vending machine related accident than to win the lottery.

A vital part of the mixing of ocean waters comes from huge masses of anchovies having sex.

On D-Day, J. D. Salinger fought with six chapters of ‘The Catcher In The Rye’ in his backpack.

In 2004, a boat in Texas capsized because everyone ran to one side to look at a nudist beach.

Being called ‘Baby’ has a positive effect on the female brain, causing instant emotional stress relief.

51% of Americans use subtitles all or most of the time when watching TV shows and movies.

In order to protest against a lack of cemetery space, the French town of Sarpourenx made it illegal to die.

Penn Jillette, of Penn and Teller fame, has a patent for a hot tub with a clitoral stimulator, called The Jill Jet.

The world’s deepest hole is about 7.5 miles deep. It was made by the Soviet Union just to find out what was down there.

At the start of World War Two, Soviet intelligence employed more graduates of British universities than MI5 and MI6 did.

McDonald's ended its 40-year relationship with Heinz in 2013, after the condiment company hired Burger King's former CEO.

George Clooney used to refund the cost of a cinema ticket to anyone who mentioned to him that they watched ‘Batman And Robin’.

New research suggests that drinking alcohol doesn’t make others seem more attractive, but it may give the drinker the confidence to approach people they already find attractive.

Switzerland hasn't had landfills since 2000. All municipal waste is either recycled or incinerated. 50% of the waste is recycled, and the other 50% is incinerated to produce electricity.

In France, it's illegal to completely disinherit one's children. French law mandates that a specific portion of a deceased person's estate, known as the "réserve héréditaire," must be allocated to their children.

Paul McCartney wrote ‘Hey Jude’ to comfort John Lennon's then-five-year-old son, Julian, who was upset about his parents' divorce. Paul wanted to encourage Julian and give him a hopeful message that life would get better.

After years of drug abuse, Ozzy Osborne vowed to never take acid again after he engaged in an hour long conversation with a horse. “In the end, the horse turned around and told me to fuck off. That was it for me, enough was enough.”

After going on a trip and returning to find that his wife had died and had already been buried, Samuel Morse was inspired to work on the telegraph. He wanted to find a way to deliver messages promptly, so others wouldn't have to feel that kind of pain.

Hikikomori is a phenomenon in which people withdraw from social life, often seeking extreme degrees of isolation and confinement. The term is most commonly used in Japan, where an estimated half a million youths and a comparable number of middle-aged people live as hikikomori. They often refuse to leave their parents' house, avoid work or school, and isolate themselves for more than six months at a time.

Tokaido Shinkansen a.k.a. The Bullet Train has carried 5.6 billion passengers since it first opened and daily ridership has soared from 61,000 in 1964 to around 420,000 today, making it by far the busiest high-speed line not only in the Japan but also the world. The Tokaido Shinkansen cost Yen 380 billion to construct or £377 million at 1964 exchange rates. To date, the unfinished HS2 has cost taxpayers £100 billion.

A travel influencer who has been to more than 121 countries has branded the ‘penis village’ he found – complete with phallus murals and decorations – as the strangest destination he’s visited. Daniel Pinto, 25, discovered there was no shortage of items shaped like male members in Sopsokha, Bhutan. The village is located in the western part of the landlocked Asian country and has many penis symbols adorning buildings and sculptures on display. Mr Pinto, from Viseu, Portugal, said: “It’s a very beautiful traditional Bhutanese village surrounded by rice fields. But the closer you get the weirder it becomes.”

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

[shai-woods-blog]

imessage ➡ miles teller 👊

shai: what's up dude

shai: it's been a while

shai: where have you been?

[last-capy-hupping]

So, I was gonna do a detailed recap of my thoughts on Top Gun: Maverick, but now I’m just gonna hit the highlights. As for why I saw this movie on 4th of July weekend? Because my fiancé loves planes. And I owe him one because he watched Dune with me. Also, I liked the first one because of the iconic homoerotic Volleyball Montage scene. Anyway, here goes…

1) This sure is military propaganda. But not the outwardly jingoistic, American Sniper kind. It’s the fun kind, where it’s about how great and fun being an aviator for the Navy. And also, the Navy needs to have fewer rules and regulations and just let mavericks like Maverick (hahaha) do what they want. This isn’t a criticism of the military. This is a criticism of bureaucrats who want the military to have to follow rules and be accountable.

2) Related to point 1: the movie opens with an anti-drone message, but it’s not one of the ones that make sense. If Eye in the Sky was trying to tell us that drones were bad because it makes killing real people seem like killing video game characters, then the first ten minutes of Top Gun: Maverick is trying to tell us that drones are bad because Maverick won’t get to fly cool planes, and Lockheed Martin (I guess?) will lose out on some of its contracts. (My fiancé also added that the mission that made up the rest of the plot could’ve probably been flown risk-free and more effectively with drones.)

3) Ed Harris is an infinitely more fuckable old man than Tom Cruise (caked in stage makeup), but he’s only in the first ten minutes of the movie. He’s a pro-drone admiral, and you think that he’ll be the villain. He won’t be. This movie doesn’t really have a villain, apart from bureaucrats who care about safety and responsible defense spending.

4) Miles Teller was literally the perfect choice to play Goose’s son. And his call sign is Rooster. Get it? Also, for the first time in my life, I’m sexually attracted to a man with an 80s pornstache. Well done, Miles Teller. Well done.

5) The movie teases us early on with the idea that there’s gonna be a homoerotic rivalry between Rooster (this isn’t a dick joke, it’s a bird joke) and Hangman (played by Glen Powell, who as far I can tell, can only play pilots; astronauts; and cheeky, annoying men who fly things) that will echo the iconic homoerotic rivalry between Maverick and Iceman. This is a lie. Do not get your hopes up. Keep your dick in your pants. There’s nothing there.

6) You know how we all loved that homoerotic volleyball montage in the first movie? Well, this movie gives us a…foam football in the ocean montage. It’s…kinda homoerotic, I guess.

7) I feel like someone told Tom Cruise how flamingly gay the first movie was, and he set out to correct it.

8) On the other hand, he and Iceman (in his phone as Ice) text a lot and have more chemistry over text than he does with Jennifer Connelly, who is playing Kelly McGillis in this movie. (The character is Penny, but she’s basically replacement Kelly McGillis because they decided that Kelly McGillis didn’t age well enough or something.)

9) Val Kilmer is back to play Iceman, and he was happy to do it, but like…Iceman is also suffering from the same cancer that stole Val Kilmer’s voice IRL, and it’s too close to reality, and it’s too sad. Also, Iceman dies. From the cancer. Fuck. This. Movie.

10) John Hamm is in this movie. He’s also an infinitely more fuckable middle-aged man than Tom Cruise, and he’s in this movie way more than Ed Harris is, but he…doesn’t do anything. The movie makes poor use of John Hamm.

11) The main emotional core of this movie is the quasi-father-son conflict between Rooster and Maverick. It’s fine. It works. Neither one of them die.

12) Early in the movie, Rooster plays “Great Balls of Fire”, the song that Maverick, Goose, and Goose’s wife Meg Ryan played in Top Gun while baby Rooster sat on the piano. Everyone in the bar immediately knows it. Everyone in the bar. Not just Rooster’s friends in the navy. Everyone in the bar. I don’t think that “Great Balls of Fire” is that famous. Maybe they all saw Top Gun and immediately remembered that scene?

13) In spite being at least sixty, Maverick flies the impossible mission (and yes, there was a trailer for the new Mission Impossible movie, Dead Reckoning: PART ONE) and leads it because he’s still the best dog fighter there is. I haven’t spoiled anything. I knew that he was gonna fly it. You did. Your dog did. The people buried in the cemetery closest to the theater did.

14) Absolutely nothing in this movie is surprising, but that’s fine and oddly comforting.

15) I’m not a man, and I don’t have a dick, but I did get hard watching planes take off and land on an aircraft carrier while Danger Zone played. Granted, that could’ve been the theater vibrating, but I am glad that this movie gave me the ability to live vicariously through Tom Cruise while he lives vicariously through all of the F18s that the military let him use for propaganda…I mean out of the goodness of their hearts.

16) The mission is destroying a uranium enrichment plant for an unnamed “enemy” nation without having to engage their 5th generation fighter jets in a dog fight. They just refer to them as “The Enemy.”

Anyway, the country is Iran, and the planes are a loan from Russia. Very cool, very vague and Cold War.

17) There’s a moment where you think that they’re gonna make you watch Tom Cruise pretend to fuck Jennifer Connelly, who is playing Kelly McGillis. They don’t. I appreciated it.

18) I kept hearing “North Island” as “Northern Ireland,” so I kept wondering if Maverick was gonna do a raid against the IRA. That’s on me, not the movie, but I wanted to mention it.

19) Even though she was a scientist and instructor in the first movie, Penny now owns the bar on North Island. She plays a very unfunny prank on Tom Cruise where she makes him buy everyone in the bar drinks and maxes out his credit card. I almost had an anxiety attack and wanted to run out of the theater to check my banking app. Not cool, movie, not cool!

Anyway, those are my thoughts.

[scribbuluswrites]

The Ending

It’s Friday, and thus, time for another chapter! I hope you guys have had a good week and a decent start to the year. :)

As always, thanks for reading! Comments, likes, and reblogs are always incredibly appreciated.

Katarina tried Happy’s mobile for a third time. He wasn’t answering, and she worried he was in chapel or on a run. She sent a text - ‘Emergency’ She knew he would call as soon as he could, but she really couldn’t just wait around. 

She made a decision, hoping it wasn’t the wrong one. Kat called Juice instead. She hoped he still had the same number from years ago, still saved in Kat’s phone from all the time he spent with her friends. 

He answered on the second ring, sounding unsure about the strange number. “Yeah?”

“Juice, you probably don’t remember me, and I don’t have time to explain. Do you know where Happy is?” Kat asked, hoping he wouldn’t ask too many questions. There was silence on the other end. Katarina wondered if Juice was just going to hang up on her. 

“I can give him a message,” he offered, still sounding unsure. 

“Juice, it’s a fucking emergency,” she insisted, her voice too emotional to really hide anything. “Please.” 

“He should be at the shop in about twenty minutes,” Juice finally admitted. He might not know who she was, but he felt confident that Happy could handle himself if it was a ruse. “He doesn’t have a phone so you’ll have to call the shop to get him.” 

Katarina exhaled in relief. “Thank you. I promise I’ll explain later,” she assured, hanging up quickly. She watched out the window as the ambulance took off. The EMTs wouldn’t let her ride along, and Kat already knew the hospital wasn’t going to let her in. She had to do something, so she rushed out to her car and headed for Teller-Morrow. 

She arrived at the garage and saw a long line of bikes parked along the fence. Kat recognised Happy’s motorcycle and took a few deep breaths before walking into the clubhouse. 

The look on Happy’s face was even worse than she’d expected as he caught sight of her. Even from across the room, Kat could practically feel the anger rolling off of him. 

“The fuck are you doing?” he growled, grabbing her arm roughly and dragging her outside. Kat smacked his hand, waiting until he let her go and took a half-step back. He didn’t utter a word, but Kat could see the apology in his eyes and the slight incline of his head. 

“I found your mom unconscious this morning, and you need to get to the hospital right now. They took her to the Stanford center since it’s larger and can handle emergency situations better,” Kat said quickly. Happy’s expression hardened, and she imagined he was trying to box up anything he was feeling. “Do you want a ride?” she offered, knowing he wouldn't want to, but it felt safer than letting him ride there. 

Happy shook his head. “Helmet in the trunk?” 

“Yeah, but-” Kat stopped abruptly, recognising the look on his face. Happy wasn’t going to change his mind or be swayed in any way. “Do you want me to meet you somewhere so they don’t see?” 

“Get on the bike, Katarina,” he said gruffly, too preoccupied to worry about the club seeing. There weren’t many people here, and he could set them straight later. 

Kat put her helmet on, tossing her leg over the bike behind Happy. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, pressing her cheek against the back of his shoulder. It was the best gesture she could manage. 

As they took off out of the lot, Happy briefly let his hand rest against Kat’s knee, giving it a squeeze in thanks. He was entirely focused on getting to his mom, and both Happy and Katarina missed the beige Hummer parked just down the street. Happy didn’t expect Galindo to be watching the clubhouse. However, after the alleged threats from the VPs old lady, the cartel was keeping a close eye. 

Happy made the 25 mile ride in record time, ignoring almost every traffic law. It was a hard ride, but Katarina didn’t feel nearly as afraid as she would have expected. She knew Happy wouldn’t do anything too reckless and risk hurting her. 

Kat followed Happy one pace back, not wanting to interrupt or involve herself in something this private. She loved Dorothy, but at the end of the day, she wasn’t really family.

Despite her hanging back, Happy reached for her hand. He needed her stability to keep him from threatening every doctor and nurse in the hospital when they said there was nothing more to be done for his mom. He needed her humanity to remind him it was ok to feel this completely.

The only time Happy let go of her was when he sat down next to Dorothy’s bedside, wrapping his mother’s hands in his. Katarina stood behind his chair, resting her hand on his shoulder as Happy spoke to Dorothy. She tried not to listen in, knowing how private this was, but Kat caught a few of his words as he told his mom it was alright to rest. Kat’s breath caught as she heard Happy explain that he had Katarina to keep him human now. 

She stood by Happy for an hour as Dorothy slowly slipped away. Her heart broke for Happy and his loss. She also felt the keen sting of losing someone she’d looked up to as a mother-figure. 

After the doctor came in to record the time of death, Happy twisted in the chair. He wrapped his arms around Katarina’s waist, pressing his face into her chest. He clung to her for several minutes, grateful that Kat never tried to talk to him or look at his face. She let him have this time, stroking her hand over his back. 

Happy released her, sitting up straighter and wiping at his eyes. When he looked up at Kat, all trace of his emotion was gone and the mask was firmly back in place. 

“You wanna stay at a hotel tonight?” he asked, standing up and leading her out of the hospital. “I’ve gotta take care of some things with the club, but I understand if you don’t want to go back to the house.” 

Katarina shrugged, settling on the back of his motorcycle. “I don’t really want to be alone, so it doesn’t matter to me either way,” she admitted, her fingers fumbling with the buckle on her helmet. She tried to take a deep breath, unable to stop a few tears from sliding down her cheeks. The club came first, and Kat respected that, but she hated the timing. “Sorry,” she murmured, swiping at them roughly. 

“Why are you sorry?” he asked, stepping forward to adjust the strap on her helmet. It was a small gesture, but it felt like more. 

“I want to be strong for you,” Kat said quietly. “But, I wish you didn’t have to leave.” 

Happy snorted, a fond grin on his mouth as he looked at her. “Can you behave yourself at the clubhouse for a few hours?” 

“Of course,” she replied, not returning his joking tone. Kat wanted Happy to know that she would do anything for him right now. 

“Then let’s go,” he replied, firing up the bike. 

When they got back to the clubhouse, Happy finally noticed the big beige SUV watching their movements. He recognised it, but he figured Romeo was just there to check on some details for their meetup later that night. It wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary. 

Out of habit, he slipped his arm around Katarina’s shoulders as he walked with her towards the heavy front door. There wasn’t anyone outside, and he caught himself just before they walked in, dropping his arm. Kat caught his hand for a second, giving it a squeeze. She kept her eyes focused forwards, though. 

Happy held the door for her, giving Jax a nod as he saw him walking out of the chapel. He inclined his head just slightly, inviting his VP over. 

“Got a minute?” he asked, his voice gravelly. Jax nodded, letting Happy lead him away from the other bikers coming out of the room. “I need to leave her here while we make the drop,” Happy explained, gesturing toward Kat. 

“Ok?” Jax agreed His brows were furrowed, but he didn’t ask any questions. He knew the girl was familiar, but he didn’t really remember why. 

“She’s my ma’s healthcare worker,” Happy expanded, knowing he could trust Jax with details like this. “I don’t want to tell the club yet, but she died this morning.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry, man. Are you sure you can handle this exchange?” Jax asked, resting his hand on Happy’s shoulder. 

“I’m good, brother. Kat lived with my ma for about three years, so I just don’t want to drop her off alone at the house,” he continued, his expression firm. 

“I get it. I don’t know where the hell Gemma is, but I’ll make sure the prospect keeps an eye on her.” 

Happy nodded his thanks. “I appreciate it, Jax. I’ll let her know, and then I’ll meet you outside.” 

Kat pushed up from the barstool she’d been leaning against, watching Happy move towards her. His face was neutral, but Katarina could see that he was just a little less stern, knowing the look in his eyes well. 

“Prospect’ll keep an eye on you,” Happy told her quietly. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, and then we can go home.”

“Home sounds good,” Kat murmured, glancing up at him. She tried not to look as lost as she felt, knowing Happy likely wouldn’t mention his mom to anyone for a while. “Come back to me,” she whispered, her eyes scanning to be sure no one could hear her. 

“Told you, I’ll always come back, girl,” he grumbled, risking a grin at her despite his tone. 

Kat watched him go, making sure she didn’t stare too obviously. Once the guys had left, she looked around the empty clubhouse, feeling out of place. After a few minutes, one of the members returned, surprising Kat who’d expected the prospect. 

“I’m guessing you’re who called me,” Juice said, walking up to her with a curious look. 

“Yep,” she nodded. “What happened to the prospect who’s supposed to keep me company?” 

Juice grinned a little. “I’m staying behind.” He didn’t say it, but Kat could tell Juice wasn’t staying by choice. “Want some tea? Happy said you needed it.” 

“He said I needed tea?” Kat snorted, following Juice to the bar. “I’d say no, but I bet you’ll make me a cup anyway.” 

“Oh yeah. I am not risking Happy’s wrath right now. You got a preference?” he asked, filling an electric kettle with water. Kat shook her head, lifting her shoulders in a noncommittal gesture. “Herbal it is. I make my own blend,” Juice continued, looking like he appreciated having a task. 

“Not the hobby I expected,” she commented, sniffing at the cup he placed in front of her. 

“What’d you expect? We can’t all have murder as a hobby like Happy.” 

Kat laughed loudly at that. “I have no idea what his hobbies are, but that’s my favourite suggestion. I guess I figured you’d just like bikes and broads,” she shrugged, taking a sip. She made a noise of appreciation. “This is really good, though.”

Juice gave her a curious look, and Katarina could pretty much predict his next question. “I thought you and Happy were close?” 

“Not really,” Kat replied, shaking her head. “I work for him, but I don’t really spend time with him. His mom’s the only one I hang out with.” Juice didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t ask more questions. 

After a few more minutes of silence, Kat grinned, realising Juice had zero clue who she was. He looked nervous about her smile. 

“You don’t recognise me, do you?” 

Now Juice looked downright worried. “Am I supposed to?” 

“I mean, I figured I’d be familiar at least. We’ve met like a dozen times at parties in Tacoma,” she told him, nearly grinning at how much bigger his eyes got. 

“Uh, I’m sure whatever happened between us was really great, but-”

“No, Juice,” Kat laughed, shaking her head quickly. “You fucked around with five of my friends, but we definitely never hooked up.” 

“Oh, thank god,” he breathed in relief. “I, uh, I made this awkward,” he stuttered, suddenly turning his focus to a deck of cards. “Go Fish?” 

“Definitely,” Kat answered, glad for a completely unrelated topic. 

They played cards for almost two hours before Katarina started to yawn frequently. She was emotionally drained from the day, and it was starting to overpower her. Juice noticed her heavy eyelids and suggested she take a nap on one of the big leather couches. 

Kat curled up on one, accepting Juice’s hoodie as a blanket. It was cold in the clubhouse, and it gave her just a little bit of comfort in such an unfamiliar place. Juice stayed seated at the bar, keeping a close eye on her just to be safe. 

Around midnight, Happy and the rest of the club returned. The drop had been successful, but he was more than ready to get home. 

Katarina had heard the rumble of bikes, sitting up and stretching. She stood up and passed Juice’s hoodie back, thanking him for the loan. Happy had caught sight of her, his chest a little tight as he saw her smile at his brother. He knew logically that nothing was going on, but he couldn’t stamp down his burst of jealousy. 

“Ready?” he asked, walking up to her. He didn’t look at Juice or say anything to anyone else. Katarina nodded, dreading the long drive back to Oakland. “You ok to drive?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little sleepy. It’s no big deal,” Kat fibbed, wishing she had a cup of coffee. The tea was delicious, but she could really use some caffeine. 

“Nah,” Happy disagreed, seeing right through her. “I’ll drive. You can bring me back tomorrow when we start making arrangements,” he said, holding his hand out. Katarina gratefully deposited the keys into his hand, reminding herself not to wrap her arm around him. 

As soon as they were in the car, Happy started it up, not saying anything to Kat. She wasn’t sure if he was preoccupied or thinking about what had happened today, but she didn’t try to encourage a conversation. Once they turned out of the lot, Happy reached over to rest his hand on Kat’s knee. She glanced down at his hand, her eyes moving to Happy’s face after a moment. He was looking over at her, a grin on his face. 

“Let’s go home,” he said, squeezing her knee. Home. Kat smiled at him, resting her head against the window. It was the second time he’d said that, and she really liked the way it sounded. 

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[atlafan]

hi mom I'm back to pick up my laundry so listen I was thinking of that movie two night stand w/ miles teller where he has a mediocre hookup with a girl then she gets snowed in at his apartment so they fall in love basically and try again on the second night so uhh if you could write a harry fic where him and reader have vanilla sex and then she gets snowed in (omg they were quarantined style) and then they get kinky for round 2 that would be amazing ok thanks mom I appreciate all you do for me

a/n: hey there sweet summer child, thanks for coming to pick up your laundry, I folded it nicely for you. your basket is by the stairs. never seen that movie but I love this concept so let’s gooooooooooooo

Swipe Right

Your friend had convinced you to download Tinder after your breakup. It was awful, but you needed a rebound. She told you who to swipe left and right on. You come across a guy named Harry S, 26. You swipe through a couple of pictures. 

“Damn he has a lot of tattoos.” You bite your bottom lip. “What do we think?”

“He’s fucking hot, swipe right bitch.” 

“Okay okay.” You swipe right.

A few hours later you’re just chilling at home, and you get a notification on your phone. 

Message from Harry S.

“Hey there beautiful.” 

“Hello there.” 

“How’s your day going?”

“Good, yours?”

“Better now.” You roll your eyes. He’s cheesy. “What are you up to tonight.” Oh, a double text. 

“Nothing really. wbu?”

“Just chillin, bored.”

“How could we fix that?” 

“You could come over...” 

“How do I know you’re not a serial killer, lol”

“What’s your snapchat? I’ll send you a pick.”

You exchange information, and he sends you snap chat. You send a few more messages and finally agree to go over to his place. Even if he did kill you, who cared? 

You change into a tight pair of jeans and a crop top. You look outside, and check the weather app on your phone. You put on a pair of boots, and your long jacket. It was supposed to snow later tonight. You drive to his apartment building, and ring the buzzer. He lets you up. You knock on his door and he opens it. 

“Um, hi.” You blush.

“Hey, come on in.” You walk in and take your jacket off. “I can take that for ya, love.” 

“Shit, you’re British?” He chuckles. 

“Yeah.” You hand him your jacket and he goes to hang it up. “Can I get ya anythin’ t’drink?” 

“Um, sure...I’ll pour it myself though.”

You follow him to his kitchen, and he opens a bottle of wine. You pour yourself a glass and go to sit on his couch. 

“This is a nice place.”

“Thanks.” He smiles at you. He places a hand on your thigh. You both knew exactly why you were there. You both sip on the wine. You run a hand through your hair and look at him. 

“So, um, what do you feel like doing?” 

He leans in close to you. His lips brush against yours.

“Is this alright?” He says and you smile, leaning in to kiss him. 

He deepens the kiss by swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. You part your lips for him, and his tongue goes in your mouth. You mold your to his and soft moan comes out. His hand on your thigh moves up your side and to your back. He pulls you on top of him. You straddle his lap, and roll your hips down on him. His hands move down to your butt and he squeezes you. He was a good kisser, like a really good kisser. You could feel him getting hard against you. He breaks the kiss for a brief moment. 

“Care to take this in the bedroom?”

“Sure.” 

You get off him, and he leads you into his room. The wine was starting to hit you, and you were feeling pretty good. He tugs at the hem of your crop top and he lifts it up over you. You unbutton his his pants and he unbuttons yours. You take his shirt off. His body was gorgeous and he had even more tattoos than you thought. 

“You’re so sexy, Harry.” 

Your lips attach to his neck and lightly suck on his skin. He pushes you back on the bed, and gets on top of you. His hands are all over you, and they feel amazing. What didn’t feel amazing was the actual sex itself. He didn’t do much to prep you, and his dick was a little big. Everything felt tight and uncomfortable. You pretended to have an orgasm just so he would finish. 

“You can, um, spend the night if ya want...” You didn’t feel like driving back yet.

“Um, okay.” 

You get up to use his bathroom. At least everything was clean. He gives you a t-shirt to wear to bed. He snuggles into you, spooning you for most of the night. You wake up around six in the morning. You slowly get out of the bed, and grab all of your things. You nearly trip when you leave his room gasping at the sight from outside. There was a fucking blizzard outside. 

“Hey.” He says rubbing his eyes. “You were just gonna leave?” He smirks.

“Um...well, yeah. But I can’t now.” You point to the window.

“Oh shit!” You groan. “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but is it so bad you’re stuck here? I can make us some breakfast.” He scratches the back of his head. 

“It’s just I feel sorta gross.”

“Feel free to shower. I can get you some sweats. Think I got a spare toothbrush.”

“Oh...well alright, yeah that would be great.”

“Do like pancakes?”

“Love them!”

“Great, I’ll whip some up while you’re in there. Feel free to use whatever you need.” He hands you some sweats and the toothbrush. 

After your shower you come out to the smell of pancakes. He has butter and syrup out on his kitchen table. He smiles at you.

“Coffee?”

“Please.” You sit down as he fixes everything up for you. You dig into the pancakes, and they’re absolutely perfect. “These are so good!”

“Glad you like ‘em.” 

Harry goes to take a shower after breakfast, and you get cozy on his couch. He comes back out with only sweatpants on. He looked even better in the daylight. he sits down next to you. 

“Doesn’t look like it’s gonna let up soon.” He says looking at his phone.

“Sorry, I hate imposing like this.” 

“Yeah, cause bein’ trapped with a pretty girl is just the worst.” You giggle at his sarcasm. “C’mere, lets have a cuddle and we can watch a movie on Netflix.” 

You lay on top of him. He pulls a blanket over the two of you and puts a random comedy on. He rubs your back lightly. You feel yourself start to nod off, and so does he. You both wake up a few hours later. 

“Hey there.” He says.

“Hi.” You giggle. 

You both sit up. You spend some time just talking, getting to know each other. You find that you actually kind of like him. He’s funny, extremely charming, and intelligent. He thought you were gorgeous, smart, and funny too. You found you had a lot more in common than you thought. He told you about growing up outside of London. You were fascinated. 

He inched closer to you. He wanted to kiss you again. 

“Harry, can I tell you something?”

“Course.”

“Last night was honestly...not great.” His face goes red. “I think I just had my mind on a lot. I’m sort of getting over a bad breakup.”

“Probably why you were on Tinder.” He chuckles. 

“Yeah.”

“Well...what could I have done differently? What do ya like?”

“It would’ve been nice if you had fingered me...”

“I didn’t do that?!” He groans. “Yikes, probably shouldn’t have drank before ya got here. I was a little nervous to be honest. I’ve never just asked someone over to my place like that before.”

“Why’d you pick last night then?”

“You were just so fucking hot, I had to have you.” You swallow hard. “Would ya give me another go at it? Bet I can make ya feel real good.” You blush and nod yes. What the hell else were going to do while you were snowed in? 

He leads you into the bedroom. He takes off all your clothes. He starts with soft kisses on your lips, then works his way down to your neck, and stops at your chest. He spends time sucking on each nipple. You let out soft moans. His mouth trails down your stomach. He looks up at you just as he’s about to reach your area. You see him smirk and then he starts to lick you up and down. He licks you all around your folds. His tongue flattens, and licks a stripe up your center before his mouth wraps your your clit. He sucks and nibbles on you. 

“Shit.” You gasp as your hands find his soft hair. Your hips buck up, but his hands move to hold you down. 

Why couldn’t he have done this last night? You moan out when you feel him slip his middle finger in while he continues to suck on you. 

“Fuck, Harry.”

His tongue flicks at your clit faster as he pumps in and out of you. Your legs start to shake and you feel your stomach tighten. Another few moans and you’re tugging at his hair as you release. He licks on you slowly as you ride out your high. He sits up and smirks at you. It takes you a minute to catch your breath. 

“Knew you faked it last night.” He shakes his head. “Definitely didn’t make any of those sounds. You could’ve just spoken up, I would’ve done anythin’ ya wanted.” 

“Just...be quiet and fuck me.”

[damienhaasbaybee]

Figured it out 😂 for the let's get personal, can I request that you do them all?

I DID IT BAYBEEEEEEE.

* 1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

I’ll Be There For You and Bad Medicine by Bon Jovi, In My Head by Ariana Grande, I Believe by Jonas Brothers, Air Force Ones by Nelly, and Chasing Pavements by Adele

* 2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Harry Styles or Damien Haas so they can fall in love with me.

* 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“me that it was a sometimes temporary paralysis that causes damage”

* 4: What do you think about most? the fact that I have nothing to really work towards

* 5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

“I’m tireddd”

* 6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

without most of the time

* 7: What’s your strangest talent?

number and address recall 🙄 its embarrassing sometimes lol

* 8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

girls go to college to get more knowledge boys go to jupiter to get more stupider

* 9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

fuck no lol

* 10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

um... today.. in the car

* 11: Do you have any strange phobias?

raw chicken.

* 12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

a piece of ice so i could pierce my nose.

* 13: What’s your religion?

christian

* 14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

um... if its for pleasure... swimming.

* 15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind lol

* 16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

of all time... linkin park or one direction

* 17: What was the last lie you told?

that I’m fine lol

* 18: Do you believe in karma?

v much so

* 19: What does your URL mean?

um... i am damien haas’ baybee and he is also my baybee

* 20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

weakness, helping people until I die strength, i am honest

* 21: Who is your celebrity crush ?

james marsden, david dobrik, zac efron, miles teller, damien haas...

* 22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

no

* 23: How do you vent your anger?

i sing real fucking loud

* 24: Do you have a collection of anything?

one direction memorabilia lol

* 25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

either works with me tbh

* 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

yes.

* 27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

sound I hate: hearing others talk on the phone, sound I love: rubbing clean hands on a clean table

* 28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

what if I’m just crazy and none of this is real

* 29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

yes and yes. anything is possible.

* 30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

my comforter both times lol

* 31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

a clean house lol

* 32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

uhhhh Louisville

* 33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

west coast because i have never been

* 34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Harry Styles

* 35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

to leave the earth better than I found it

* 36: Define Art.

art is everything and nothing that a person wants it to be

* 37: Do you believe in luck?

I do. circumstances create luck.

* 38: What’s the weather like right now?

pretty clear

* 39: What time is it?

10:08pm

* 40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

yes and yes! I won’t say what it was but it hit ME.

* 41: What was the last book you read?

I tried reading Girl Wash Your Face but couldn’t get into it.

* 42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Yes

* 43: Do you have any nicknames?

yes I do... you can call me queen tho.

* 44: What was the last film you saw?

Legally Blonde

* 45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

several ankles sprained severely on each side.

* 46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

no

* 47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

yes. damien haas.

* 48: What’s your sexual orientation?

bisexual, demisexual, pansexual????

* 49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

yes. I was pregnant.

* 50: Do you believe in magic?

no.

* 51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

yes, unfortunately.

* 52: What is your astrological sign?

cancer

* 53: Do you save money or spend it?

both!

* 54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

a carwash for my dads truck

* 55: Love or lust?

both

* 56: In a relationship?

somewhat

* 57: How many relationships have you had?

two

* 58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

no

* 59: Where were you yesterday?

home

* 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

yes, my water bottle

* 61: Are you wearing socks right now?

no, never

* 62: What’s your favourite animal?

polar bear

* 63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

my hospitality (including dis mouf)

* 64: Where is your best friend?

idk, at home?

* 65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

oooooo bisquett, thebasketcase101, persistence-ofmemories, creativegoof, and zanesgirlfriend

* 66: What is your heritage?

I am part native american and european as far as i know. i want to do a 23andme so I can find out. My skin tans realllllly dark even with tons fo sunscreen on so that makes me think I have more Native American than I thought.

* 67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

I was definitely watching New Girl

* 68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

idk... Jones?

* 69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

biiiiitch of course I have.

* 70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

Yes. I may suck but I am loyal as hell and I’ll do anything for my friends.

* 71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

save the dog, fuck that job.

* 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) yes b) spend it with family and write a book c) fuck yes. i am terrified of death all the time.

* 73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

trust. love is nothing without being able to trust.

* 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

It’s A Great Day to Be Alive by Travis Tritt

* 75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

1389.. not in that order.

* 76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

honesty and communication.

* 77: How can I win your heart?

buy me food and show me that I can trust you with my heart. I sturggle to trust people. I also NEED to be called pet names.

* 78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Yes.

* 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Quitting my toxic ass job.

* 80: What size shoes do you wear?

9.5

* 81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

She did her best, even when odds were against her.

* 82: What is your favourite word?

I dont have a favorite but my least favorite is “creamy”.

* 83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

Love.

* 84: What is a saying you say a lot?

“ooooo bitch”

* 85: What’s the last song you listened to?

Always You, Louis Tomlinson

* 86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

darkkk red and black

* 87: What is your current desktop picture?

bitch I aint been on there in so long, I have no clue.

* 88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

Donald Trump

* 89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

depends on who is asking, if its my family... asking my sexuality.

* 90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Fucking scream and run.

* 91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Mind reading.

* 92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Seeing my dads face when I walked across the stage at graduation or him telling me how I looked in my junior prom dress.

* 93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Watching my dad die.

* 94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Harry Styles.

* 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

The beach, pronto.

* 96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

Not anymore

* 97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

No

* 98: Ever been on a plane?

Yes. I loved it.

* 99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Love others like you would like to be loved and see where that gets you.

[jumpingflyingsidekick]

At What Cost : Part 2

Kia ora, this took so long. I’m not even sure if it’s what I wanted but it’s what I have. I’m deeply invested in this one.

A Kageyama fanfic with thought provoking one-shots about his rise through his volleyball career with a partner. Second one-shot kind of thing. Remember to picture YOUR OC as Shurui.  

I don’t own, just a fanfic.

Name: At what cost

Part one: What do you love more

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Walking along side

Volleyball was the center of his attention and she knew that.

Leaving Miyagi district was hard for them. But in the grand scheme of things it was necessary, they needed to move. And although Kageyama didn’t make a lot of money, he made enough to provide for them both and a beautiful tidy home.

It is small but a modest house they shared. Shurui had been careful in the selection. In the summer it warmed her skin the sun, it peaked through the kitchen window in the morning onto the table. And disappeared in the afternoon behind the large apartment block set three levels high, blocking the sun. However, it was winter, she poured Kageyama another tea, he responded by picking it up instantly with eyes focused on his laptop.

He pushed his chair in and gathered his gear, “we’ll be finished late afternoon, want me to pick something up?”

“No, I have everything.”

He kissed her forehead sweetly and left for the day. The National Team practiced religiously six days a week three times a day. It was a struggle, but they spent time where possible.

She smiled as the envelope fluttered away when it sent. She often sent him sweet text messages throughout the day, and he would reply when able which was usually during water breaks.

A puff of hot air escaped when he smiled, ‘I love you.’ He shivered, the morning frost was cold, he tugged the scarf higher to stop the snowflakes hitting. Another smile as he tucked the phone away and remembered a time when they’d been shy to express their feelings.

He thought back to the moment he blurted his confession.

Kageyama high from a win jumped the barrier and ran straight to her. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her passionately, and the crowd roared. “I love you,” he screamed, a grin spread wide. So, he said it first.

And during winter, for her, time moved slowly. The days were long when she spent them alone. On many occasions they argued about her reasoning for getting a job. Kageyama would scoff each time because the thought of it offended him. He was stubborn. Every time the subject would be raised, he would revert to a child and she would smile sweetly and nod agreeing with him once more. Though a job would fill in the time she would tell herself constantly.

So, Shurui would turn her attention to books in the quiet mornings. It would not do her mind well if left to nothing, she had been accepted into one of the most prestigious law schools. She paused briefly. The thought of the letter caused a stir in her heart, as quickly as it came it left. Contempt, with the decision she made. She had to be.

This caused a sudden urge of need to be useful. She could at least use the background knowledge of accounting and business from high school even if it wasn’t paid work. A lovely thought struck her, maybe charity would be a viable option she placed the book down. Rejuvenated with possibilities she obtained the laptop and accessed the files from the cloud.

‘Revision,’ she thought and smiled widely.

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She eyed the sliver card puzzled, “What is this?”

“It’s a start and not much,” he flushed, embarrassed maybe, “but what’s mine is yours. It’s a credit card, you have access to my account.”

“Oh, how thoughtful,” she paused, her moment for freedom perhaps, “Kageyama I am capable of paying my own way and if...”

Brows pressed into a frown he retorted, “Don’t do that.” Eyes stern with resolve, they stopped her. She took a small breath, again smiled, and nodded.

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The restaurant was noisy and bustling with activity a rating of 5 stars on google review from most. A small but intimate set up, tables literally one metre from each other and the waiters moved through the patrons as they lifted the plates and beverages above their heads, smiling.

The big hand on the clock hit six. An hour had past and every 15 minutes she would get a refill of water. ‘No messages,’ her inbox glowed.  When the waiter approached this time she politely motioned no and collected her things.

Once outside she dialled a number only to be met with the engaged sound. A nice night for a walk, she thought. She fixed the buttons on the beige jacket to the top and made her way home only a couple blocks away. She almost pressed in the second earpiece when a shout caught her attention.

“Shurui!”

Confused at first, her eyes scanned the area until she heard the heavy pants behind her, Kageyama.

Out of breath he stood tall and placed his hands on his hip exhausted, “Sorry….” A couple more pants, “did some extra sets and lost track of the time, are you still hungry?”

Again, she smiled politely and nodded.

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It surprised her when her mother came to visit. Shurui ran to the nearest store to purchase the exact tea her mother loved, blackberry. Not a favourite in the household but for her mother she would go the exact mile.

The tea set used was bought from a dainty opportunity shop, a collectable the teller said. It wasn’t the fact it was a collectable that caught attention it was the amazing tale of two lovers etched in a beautiful blue design that did it. She poured their third tea.

“Where is he?” her mother questioned.

Shurui took a short sip, “training. He is an Olympian, mother. Volleyball is the centre of his attention.”

“I know.”

The tone used didn’t sit well with Shurui, it made her flitch at the implication, but not enough to show. She placed her tea down, gathered her thoughts and smiled at her mother. Who dressed in all her glory, hair pinned high, lips red as a red delicious apple and eyes judgemental. She sipped her tea.

“Mother,” Shurui breathed, “Tobio Kageyama works hard for this family…” her mother cocked a brow, taken by her daughter’s sudden boldness. “And if that means he needs to spend most of his time at the arena…”

“Is that where he is, and you know for sure?”

The question caught Shurui off guard, but she understood the meaning. Her fingernails dug into her knees and briefly she her eyes closed thinking of a response, but none came.

“My love, I know the life of an absent partner. Your father, though I loved him dearly was just like Kageyama. It starts out with late replies and missed calls but eventually.”

“Mother, please,” Shurui motioned with her hand she’d had enough, dismissing her mother’s words. “I have been with him every step of the way. I know him.”

Noting the difference in the younger persons demeanour a change of topic of sorts was in order, “I see and after his performance at the Olympics he will be head hunted. I don’t doubt or pretend to not know that he is an amazing player but at what cost my dear?” The older woman waited for a response or even an inkling of a retort, but it didn’t come, “you are a smart, intelligent woman and what have you done with it? Except follow this boy around for the better half of almost four years.”

Usually Shurui would be able to hold her emotions not often did she feel anger or resentment or express them for that matter. However, the constant belittlement of their relation started to affect her naturally calm nature. A swell gripped hold of her chest, but the smile she gave hid her true feelings of growing anger. An emotion she hadn’t felt in a long time not since early high school.

“I am not following, mother. I am walking along side him there is a difference. I know in doing so that I have placed certain things out of sight and out of mind,” a scowl formed, attention turned to the woman sat opposite. “And I will continue wherever that may lead us because I, mother. Think about others.”

The tea was cold neither of the two drank during the seemingly innocent altercation and neither looked to back down.

“I haven’t seen this side of you for some time. Independent, determined, and stubborn. My qualities I thought you lost.” And with that she conceded, looked to her daughter, and smiled dryly. “I wasn’t always there for matters I shouldn’t bore you with, but you don’t know what your father was genuinely like. Nights alone with a baby wondering when he’d be back or if he’d come back. Constant lies. I hadn’t wanted to leave but at the time I thought it was best.”

“For, who.”

“You.”

A side to the story she hadn’t heard to their divorce, her parents. All other times an excuse or fabrication. This time felt true, honest. It pained her to look at her mother. A proud woman for sure but in this moment, her whole being changed, it felt like regret.

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Months after the Olympics their lives changed considerably. It almost hurt to know her mother was right about Kageyama. The young aspiring player was indeed head hunted by multiple teams. Time was mostly spent answering demanding phones calls from managers, declining offers from no-name teams or out-right snorting at offers from companies who would pay copious amounts of money to have him. But it wasn’t about the money for him, he needed the best deal to help him stay on the court the longest. And Shurui tried best to keep her head above the water. She knew this would come.

In in a rare moment, they managed a night together away from outside influence. The house dimly lit helped by romantic candlelight spread carefully through the dining area. All electronic devices turned off, especially his.

Tonight, was a special night he told her. Dawned in a magnificent black dress that spaced and separated her breast evenly. The cup line hung low to reveal a tasteful and respectable amount of cleavage and flared down beautifully from under that point and sat above the knees. She would be lying if she did not say she was embarrassed. But Kageyama bought the dress, especially.

The look of bewilderment he gave every time their eyes met was worth it. He appeared shocked by her beauty and would avert his gaze somewhere else for a second only to find their way back.

“You look, breath taking.”

She smiled sweetly and blushed. She cooked the meals in all her magnificence. Kageyama’s heart skipped watching her. A kind woman that thought of others before herself who made sure everyone else was cared for. Kami knew, he was blessed with this creature, gods he knew he was blessed.

After dessert which was a homemade sharp lemon tart pie and vanilla ice cream, they talked about everything but volleyball which surprised her because it was a known fact that her partner loved to talk about it, always. He was being polite and courteous wanting to know the ins and out of the day she had, and she deeply appreciated it. But it was late, he had meetings in the morning. Meetings about their future.

“I should get this all cleaned up.”

Before she could rise Kageyama gripped her hand, “Wait.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled a black box. Kageyama’s hand shook as he rested in on top of the table. An overwhelming nervousness, the thought of a decline had him sweating profusely. He gulped to help moisten the dryness in his mouth. With two hands he opened the box and eyed her with anxiety.

“Will you… Will you marry me?” Forgetting he had to be on a knee he quickly fell to the ground almost losing the grip on the box. He stared up and fidgeted with his tie and nervously smoothed his tuxedo.

She giggled at his abruptness and beamed a smile, “yes, Tobio. I will.”

On his knee Kageyama, ‘yes,’ himself just like he would after an epic score. The ring a simple thing with a gorgeous opal gem slipped perfectly into place. They both stood and enjoyed a deep passionate kiss. He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, “thank kami. I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”

“You already have.”

They stayed in each other’s company not wanting the moment to end.

[lulutellcr]

( @axeltellcr )

Sluggish was the only word to express how Luna had been feeling the last few days. She had been experiencing minimal abdominal cramping and had chalked it up to early-on Braxton Hicks contractions, which was normal at her point in her pregnancy. Luna was in her 30th week, her third week in her third trimester. Time had gone by so fast for them. She and Axel had only about a month to themselves as a married couple before discovering their pregnancy. Since then it had been a mix of firsts as husband and wife as well as firsts as parents-to-be.

After a solid night’s sleep, Luna had been awoken by a sharp cramp — one similar to her bad period cramps. Her eyebrows furrowed as her hand rubbed her bump, “Woah, you’re really preparing me for your birth, aren’t you?” she spoke aloud with a chuckle before opening her eyes. It was 10:45 in the morning, which was her new bright-and-early. Before pregnancy, her favorite thing to do was drink coffee and watch the sunrise, but fatigue was definitely a prominent symptom for Luna. Axel was gone at work and she was to herself to finish packing. With the new addition on the way, they had decided buying a house would be a bit better than a small apartment in the hustle and bustle of Manhattan. Their lease wasn’t set to end for another couple of months, but they thought slowly moving their things to their new home would be better on Luna (and the baby) than a big, quick, and stressful move. She rolled out of the nest of pregnancy pillows she had made and did her morning routine. The brunette was in a cute set of lingerie and decided to take a mirror pic to send to Axel. “Woke up missing you,” she messaged along with the photo.

Eventually Luna got dressed and made her way out to get to work on packing. Not much had gotten done due to the increasingly bad cramps, but thankfully her father was in town to help with the move. “How’re you doin’ in there, love?” her dad projected from the kitchen, the noises of dishes clanking as he packed echoed behind. The brunette was on her side, balled up as the cramp passed. “I’m… okay,” she replied with a strained voice. “You feeling those cramps again?” he asked. Luna sighed in relief as she relaxed from the intense cramp, “Yeah, they haven’t stopped.” She entered the information into her contraction app. It was now 1:20 in the afternoon and the cramps were 3 minutes in between, on average. That sent Luna’s anxiety through the roof. She debated on texting Axel and heading to the hospital, but she was afraid of showing up and just being sent home. She was afraid she was overreacting.

It was then 1:40 and Luna bolted towards the bathroom with the sudden urge to pee, but she didn’t make it in time. Her shorts were completely soaked and her legs were dripping. An insane amount of fluid left her body, except it wasn’t urine. Her water had broken.

She was frozen, her bare feet wading in amniotic fluid as she absorbed what had just happened. Once it clicked, her heart sank and her stomach was up in her throat. “Dad!” Luna screamed as she began to shake. With his mouth full, Mason Hayes ran to Luna, looking into her eyes and only seeing horror. “What? What’s wrong? What’s going on?” he quickly asked muffled through a mouth filled with food, looking her up and down. He finally noticed the fluid and it had clicked for him too. “Please tell me that’s pee,” Luna begged with scrunched brows, but both she and her dad knew what was going on. “Nope, no. C’mon, let’s go,” Mason sighed, his heart racing as he tried to help Luna out of the mess. “No! No, this isn’t happening! I’m 10 weeks early, this isn’t happening,” she spoke as if trying to convince herself that it was impossible. She attempted to wiggle herself out of her father’s grasp, but she failed. “Luna, I’m not doing this with you. This is happening. You need to get changed now or else you’re going with soaked shorts and an ambulance escort. Get ready, now,” he enforced. It’s what she needed in that moment and she was grateful for him being there. She knew if she were by herself, she’d still be too nervous to go. Although it took her a minute, the brunette followed her father’s instructions and rushed to her room to get a fresh pair of clothes while Mason grabbed a towel to clean up.

Just a few moments later, the two of them were out the door. “My water broke a few minutes ago. Please meet me at the hospital.” Luna texted Axel as they walked down the corridor to the elevator. “I knew I wasn’t crazy for packing the go bag yesterday lol,” she texted again, knowing her attempt at comedic relief would fall flat. The ride down was long and felt like forever, but her contraction probably contributed to that feeling. Her eyes were shut tight as she winced, her hands clutching the railing as she fell to a squat. “I’m so fucking scared,” she whispered to her father in the, thankfully, empty elevator. “I know,” he sighed, rubbing her mid-back. “It’ll be okay, Lulu,” her father assured softly. He was scared too. With his four children, they were all delivered within a week of their due dates, so this was all new territory for him.

When they got to the ground level, she was fresh out of a contraction and ready to get into the car and go. The two of them practically bolted to her car, her dad opting to drive as Luna tried, but failed, to relax in the passenger seat. Although the hospital was only a couple of miles away, that meant at least 20 minutes in the car, and they somehow got there in that amount of time. Her dad pulled up to the valet in front of the labor & delivery wing and Luna was instantly transferred from the car to a wheelchair. As she was wheeled in, a massive contraction came along that made her feel like she was going to pass out. As they approached the check in, she let out with a loud wince followed by an equally as loud groan and threw her head back. “I need to see Dr. Chastine now. I’m 30 weeks and my water broke like 30 minutes ago,” she spoke through gritted teeth as she rubbed her stomach. After a bit of exchanging information, Luna found herself in a hospital gown in a delivery room.

Luna was in and out of consciousness, but the sound of gloves being taken off jolted her to full consciousness. “Alright, you’re about 5 centimeters dilated and 90% effaced. Since your water has already broken, you’ll be having your baby today. I’ll be back in a few hours when you’re ready to push. Until then, these nurses will take excellent care of you, Mrs. Teller,” the doctor announced before she left the room. A look of panic rushed back to Luna’s face as she searched the room. “Where’s Axel?” Luna anxiously inquired aloud with wide eyes.

[stories-by-shanna-p]

Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge 2019

I did a similar challenge last year and it went amazingly! So, I decided to do another one this year. Perhaps I will make it an annual thing? We shall see! ^^ 

This challenge is exactly as it sounds, it is a daily writing challenge. Each day, I will post a prompt for those who sign up for the challenge, and it is the goal of each participating writer to write a story for that prompt. It is the goal that by the last day of the challenge, writers will have a story for EACH story prompt for the month of May! Last year, the prompts contained a quote, song, genre, line of text, etc, but this year, I have created some different ones to really get you thinking and writing different aspects of your character! :D  

If you are feeling inspired, see the rules below on how to enter the writing challenge as well as how to participate, as they both have some information in them you will want to note going forward.  I will note, only one writer will get a certain character, no duplicates.  So you get that character all to yourself for the challenge!

I am doing sign-ups a month in advance for people to think about which characters they would like, as well as to give everyone a heads up, and I may do some early bonus prompts! :D  Be sure to read below for the details! I hope you will consider joining in! This is a great way to dive into a character, get to know them, or even have fun with a character you aren’t as familiar with! 

Remember: Prompts will begin on May 1st and end on May 31st!  The Master Post with all the stories and authors tagged will be posted June 1st! 

Rules:

Each writer will chose a character from one of the following fandoms: Supernatural, Hobbit/LOTR, Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, TMNT, Marvel, or Detroit: Become Human. This character must be the main subject of each writing prompt in some way. I hope this will allow writers to dive in and really get into one of their favorite characters. 

Once a character is chosen by a writer, it CAN NOT be chosen by another. 

Each story post must contain the tag #Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge as well as tagging me, so I can read and reblog! 

Remember, you will have ONE CHARACTER assigned to you, and that character must be the main one in your stories. You are welcome to use any format, xreader xOC ships, any such things, but stick to your character. Of course, you will use other characters, but make sure your main focus is the one you selected. 

If you decide you you don’t want to participate after the challenge has started, just shoot me a message. I understand things happen and writing has to sit on the back burner, so don’t fret if this happens. I will still include the stories you did write on the Master Post! :D 

How to Enter/How to Participate:

All entries must be submitted via ASK. 

When you submit your entry, please identify the character you would like  and the blog username you will be posting under. It is important to identify this as I will tag writers in the daily prompt post each morning. 

I would recommend, as it would help the sign-ups go much more smoothly, to list your top 3-5 characters you would like to write for. This way, if your first option is already selected I can assign the next available one to you! As it is a first come, first choice availability, this will help things run much smoother. 

Each morning of the month, I will post a new prompt and tag you in that post.  You then can write a story using that prompt.  

Each writer needs to upkeep their own Challenge Master Post. Last year, I had massive linking issues with the number of stories, so I am asking that each writer make their own master post for the challenge. I am happy to show people how to do this. What this means is that when you post a new story, you will add it to your Master Post. I will then link that Master Post on the challenge Master Post that will be sent out on June 1st. That way, hopefully, we can get all the writers on one post this time!!! (Instead of the 5 or 6 it took last time XD) 

With that in mind, as soon as you make your Master Post for the challenge, please be sure to send it to me so I can link it! :D 

You don’t need to worry about posting EVERY SINGLE DAY, as long as you post all the stories before the end of the month, you can “win” the challenge! 

As I know it can be a challenge to post each day, so I am offering a special reward for those who participate in the challenge AND post all of their 31 stories in the month of May.  If you accomplish this task, when the challenge is over, I will write and send you (on Tumblr) a letter of thanks and appreciation from the character you wrote for! If you want to see how this worked last time, search #Tale Teller’s Writing Challenge on my blog. Quite a lot of people won last year! 

How to “Win”:

You will “win” the challenge if you are able to submit a story for EACH AND EVERY PROMPT for the month (excluding any bonus prompts). 

IF YOU WIN--You will get a hand written note (from me) as your character, thanking you for your dedication to them for 31 days and all you have done for them. (These will be posted as an image in Tumblr and you will be tagged in that post)

IF YOU DON’T WIN--Your stories will be linked on the master post to be shared with everyone. No worries, no fuss, but that also means no letter :(

I know it sounds crazy, but I hope that more than anything, if you join in, you will have fun and be inspired!!! Happy Writing! 

List of Authors Signed Up: 

Supernatural

@coallivesmatter with Dean Winchester 

@girl-next-door-writes with Sam Winchester 

Harry Potter

@agthoven with Sirius Black

@hanginwithmanerds with Remus Lupin

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss with James Potter

Marvel

@rellasworld with Miles Morales

@specialagentloki with Bucky Barnes

@thepokyone with Loki

@imagines-for-the-unpopular with Sam Wilson 

@lazilymysticalzombie with Tony Stark

@lady-of-lies with Peter Parker

@supernaturallymarvellous with Steve Rogers

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

@soradragon with Leonardo 

Hobbit/LOTR

@i-am-not-the-real-alice with Kili 

@kettsuskinchanger with Bofur 

@emilyymichelle with Dwalin

@deepestfirefun with Thorin

@c-s-stars with Fili

@theincaprincess with Thranduil

@life-is-righteous with Legolas

Star Trek

@thegryffindorbookworm with Leonard McCoy

Star Wars

@silentwanderlustfanfiction with Armitage Hux

Detroit: Become Human

@decadentenemyturtle with Hank 

[basicsofislam]

ISLAM 101: Basic Islamic Phrases: Part 4

Islamic Terms

Hijra: To migrate. This term refers firstly to the great migration of the Muslims in the year 622 from the hostile city of Mecca, which was controlled by idol-worshippers, to the safer city of Madinah (then called Yathrib) where Islam could exist freely. The Islamic calendar begins with the Hijra as the first year.

'Ibadah: This term is often translated as “worship” but it is not a correct translation. The word worship in English just means praying and bowing, like worshipping in a church. But the term 'Ibadah literally means “service” and it comes from the root word, “to serve.” When we say that Islam considers all life to be 'Ibadah, we mean that our whole life should be lived in the service of Allah. We are here to serve Allah. In Islam, any good deed, action or thought, even just holding a steady job or smiling at someone is considered doing 'Ibadah for Allah.


Iblees: Satan

Iftar: The meal you eat after sunset in Ramadan. Suhoor is the light breakfast before first light in the morning during Ramadan.


Ilm: Knowledge

Imam: Literally: leader. Although most Muslims take this term in the sense of a leader of the prayers, it does apply to the group leader outside of prayer as well. An Imam must be elected by the Muslims or at least accepted by them if he is appointed from outside. If the community rejects him, then he cannot be the Imam.

Eman: (Eemaan) Belief or faith. The root word of Eman is Amuna. It implies three meanings: 1) to believe, 2) to confirm that belief in your heart, and 3) to feel safe. Eman is what makes a person a Muslim. Often spelled “Iman”.

Ihsaan: Usually translated as “goodness”. The Prophet (p) defined it as knowing that Allah is watching you even though you don’t see Him.

Injeel: The Gospel of Prophet 'Esa (Jesus). The New Testament of the Bible is not the Gospel of Jesus. The New Testament was written by a lot of different authors well after Jesus went up to the heavens, and it contains stories about Prophet 'Esa, but it is not 'Esa’s message. The present New Testament was assembled three hundred years after the time of Prophet 'Esa by a group of white men on a Greek Island who voted on what their “holy” book should contain. Most of the votes were hotly debated! The Roman emperor who ordered them to do it then told all Christians to accept this new compilation of writings. All other Christian writings were ordered to be destroyed. The New Testament contains four books called Gospels: (Matthew, Mark, Luke and John). Hundreds more “Gospels” from other authors were burned. A few such as the Gospel of Barnabas and Thomas have survived. The Gospel of Jesus was never written down and is lost.

Insha'llah: If Allah wills something to happen only then will it happen.

Iqamah: The second call to prayer just before the actual prayer begins.

Islam: A submission to God. To surrender to Allah and find peace. To submit oneself TOTALLY to the lord.

Jahannam: Hell.

Jam'a: Together, in a group.

Jannah: Paradise, Heaven. It literally means “the Garden.”

Jibra'il: The angel that brought Allah’s revelation to the Prophet. Allah is so powerful and majestic that it is beneath him to reveal Himself to humans. We are like an ant next to a star in comparison to Allah. He sends the angels to do these small jobs, though He doesn’t need them. In English his name is Gabriel.


Jihad: A struggle

Jinn: These are another type of creature Allah created. They are invisible to us but they can see us. They were made from fire elements and thus are pure energy. They are not like ghosts or weird monsters. They can influence your thoughts, encourage you to do wrong, and whisper fears into your mind. They can be good or bad. The good jinn leave us alone. The bad ones, who are also called Shayateen, or Devils, want to destroy you. Astrologers and fortune tellers get their “predictions” and “readings"from them. Jinn spy on the Angels and learn secrets about the future, then they whisper it into the minds of the fortune tellers. Jinn live, die and have families like us but they exist on another plane altogether. The Prophets could control the Jinn but none of us ordinary people can. Although we believe Jinn can possess a human body, Islam teaches that it’s not very common. Don’t believe every “Jinn story” Muslim immigrants will tell you about their aunt or second cousin’s brother. Most of it will be superstitious stories that are culturally based.

Jumu'ah: The Friday Prayer in which all Muslims gather to hear a sermon called a Khutba. It’s time is in place of the Zuhr Salah, usually somewhere between 12 pm and 2 pm. It is mandatory on all men to attend. It is optional for women. The Prophet said if you miss three Jumu'ahs in a row then hypocrisy will start to enter your heart.


Kafir: People who conceal the Truth and actively plot against Islam. Usually we say the easier English word “unbeliever.” The plural is Kuffar. (Unbelievers.) The noun (unbelief) is Kufr.

Khalifah: This word means Steward, Manager or Care-taker. Allah made humans to be the Khalifah of the earth. In other words, we were given the earth as a trust to take care of. We shouldn’t ruin it or pollute it. The head of the Muslim Ummah is also called a Khalifah because he is to take care of the Muslim community. Muslims are supposed to elect a Khalifah, but there hasn’t been a world-wide Khalifah for a long time.

Khatib: The person who gives the Khutbah, or Friday sermon. The preacher during Friday services.

Kitabullah: The Book of Allah. (The Qur'an.) The word Kitab means book.

Mahr: The money (or whatever else) that the man has to give to a woman in order to marry her. It is called the marriage-gift and a woman can ask for whatever she wants. If it is money, it can be deferred and paid gradually over time. The husband can never take it away for any reason.

Malik ul Mawt: The Angel of Death.

Masjid: Literally means, “the place of bowing.” This is the name for a Muslim prayer hall or commonly known as Mosque.

Madhhab: This means, “School of Thought.” In Islam we have the Qur'an, the example of the Prophet and the sayings and guidance of the Prophet’s companions. Through the centuries, various Muslim scholars have tried to make those teachings easier for Muslims to live by through organizing them, talking about them and trying to use those tools to find answers to questions where those first three sources are quiet.

Of course different opinions developed between different scholars and some people chose to follow one scholar or the other. Those differences in ideas about how to follow Islamic rules are called “Schools of Thought.” There are 4 main schools today. Some people say you have to “follow” one of those schools to be a Muslim, but this is not true. You have to follow Islamic teachings but you don’t have to put some label on yourself. Each of the four schools is named after the scholar who founded or inspired it. The four are: Maliki, Hanafi, Hanbali, Shaf'i. The books and writings of the schools are a good source of information about the particulars of Islam, but our real label is, “I am a Muslim, and only a Muslim.” The Hanafi and Shaf'i schools are considered the easiest school and the Hanbali is considered the hardest in terms of social and personal rules.But they are all right in their own way and it is recommended to follow one in order to safe guard ones self from following ones own desires although it is not obligatory it is recommended.

Mecca: (Also spelled Makkah). A city in Arabia founded thousands of years ago by Prophet Ibrahim (Abraham). At that time it was called “Becca.” Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him, was born there in the year 570.

Medina: (Also spelled Madinah). A city about 200 miles north of Mecca. The Prophet established the Islamic community there. He passed away there and is buried there.

Mu'adhan: The person who does the call for prayer.

Mujahid: A person who does Jihad or holy war.

Mu'min: A person with Iman(faith). A true believer.

Mus-haf: The Arabic text of the Qur'an. “Brother, hand me a Mus-haf.” (Qur'an with the Arabic in it).

Mushrik: A person who commits Shirk (making partners with Allah). Usually an idol-worshipper. A Hindu would be considered a Mushrik because they bow down to many idols and statues.

Muslim: A person who surrendered to Allah and is working at finding peace.

Nabi: This term means Prophet.

Nafs: This is often translated as “soul” but it really means “the self,” i.e. “You and only you.”

Naar: The fire (of Hell).

Nikkah: The Islamic wedding ceremony.


Niyyah: Intention

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Can I request a scenario with dabi ?! When his s/o is quirkless and got in trouble with other villans? Not something extreme but more like a bank robbery and he literally panicked since he knew those villains who won't hesitate to kill at all.. so let's say dabi is doing a hero job unintentionally just for his girlfriend but ends up rescuing everyone and all heros got confused 😂 but at least they know even villains have heart

I hope you enjoy this, love! Sorry it took me so long to do, but I really hope you like the way this turned out!

Warnings: Violence, implied sexual themes(?), blood, spelling mistakes maybe, idk what else, DABI

Dabi:

Looking back at it, you should have known something was upwhen your entire week had gone so well. You had gone the week with nothing butgood luck and smiles, but now it had all turned to ashes when you decided to goto the scruffier parts of town to get some money your parents had sent down foryou. All the other banks that accepted your type of card had been filled to thebrim with people due to it being pay day, and most of the ATMs in your area hadbeen shut down, drawing people to the ones that were functioning, lines stretchinglong into the parking lots and streets. 

You hated going to this part of town, but you knew not manypeople would come out of their way to use the crummy bank down here, and forgood reason. On your long walk towards this bank, you had stubbed your toe onseveral rocks, almost twisted your ankle after stumbling into a pothole, andripped open a hole in the bottom of your shoe.

 When you were finally in thebank, the lines weren’t as long, which was good. Your timing perfect since youhad caught this bank before rush hour set in, but little did you know that iswhat a few shady looking people within the bank were hoping for. Having a bankrobbery right before rush hour when most of the police officers were mainlycruising about, getting ready for the inevitable rush of traffic to soon swarmaround them was a perfect idea. By the time the police were notified, theywould have to fight against the heavy traffic to come to this specific bank,the bank that was miles away from the city, the bank that you just had to cometo today and this time. 

That’s how you had found yourself in your current situation,lined up along the farthest wall within the bank, trembling in fear with manyof the civilians who had come to this bank at the oh so perfect time. Thugsdressed in dark clothes pointed their guns and readied their quirks at the lotof you, threatening to use them if anyone so much as moved. Civilian men, women,and children surrounded you in fear, looking onward at the villains before themas they threatened and harassed the bank tellers, shouting and demanding asmuch money they could fit in the stereotypical money bags they had brought withthem.  

This is not how you wanted to spend your free time today.Already having been exasperated by today’s previous events, you really weren’tin the mood to be held up. You were sure you could subdue at least one of thesethugs, having had some run-ins of your own with villains that looked much tougherthan these ones, but these guys were armed and there were too many people atrisk. You raked your mind together, trying to think of something you couldpossibly do to get yourself and everyone else out of this situation. You lookedaround the bank space, trying to locate some sort of weapon you could use orany object that could be used to cause a distraction, but nothing turned up. Witha light frustrated sigh, you patted around your person, hoping that you hadsomething on you that you could use. You dug around in your pockets, feeling anumber of different object brush against your fingertips.  

Before pulling any of them out, you looked over at the thugs,most of them occupying themselves with getting the money whilst the rest busiedthemselves with idle conversation, weapons and quirks pointed leisurely at youall lined up against the wall. You figured with all of them mostly distracted,you could silently pull the items out of your pockets for you to examine. What youhad on you was nothing special or exactly useful: lint, Chapstick, some gum, andyour phone. 

 Your phone!

 How could you have been so dumb! You bit your lip, trying tokeep down your excitement upon finding something useful to use, but yourexcitement soon died when you weren’t sure who you should be calling. There wasalways the obvious choice, the police, but you were sure that the sirens andflashing red and blue lights would alert the thugs and have them go on arampage. You couldn’t imagine how many people could possibly get hurt if somethinglike that were to happen. You grit your teeth, trying to think of a betteroption and before too long, it hit you. 

 Despite the other people around you silently shaking their headat your actions, frightened that you would alert one of the thugs and get anyof them hurt, you hastily typed at your phone, writing a message to the only personyou knew would be able to handle this situation without problem and still beable to get you and everyone else out unscathed. 

Ten minutes had passed since you made and sent that message,chewing on the inside of your cheek as you waited for your ‘savior’ to come. Thethugs had grown impatient with waiting for the tellers to fill the bags totheir desired amount and now had begun harassing the civilians around you,threatening their lives and jostling them about. Eventually, one of them hadpicked you, standing you up and holding a blade to your neck.

 “If you don’t start hustling, this pretty girl right here isgoing to end up a whole lot less pretty. You really want her death on yourmind?!!” Shouted your captor, holding you in an iron grip as he pressed theblade closer and closer to your neck. You winced at the stinging feeling of theblade cutting into your skin, the hairline slash being enough to bring tears toyour eyes already, blurring your vision. Your heart clamored against yourribcage, your breathing staggering as all you could do was just stay still asif to not let the blade do anymore damage it has already done. 

 For a while, no body moved, looking towards you and yourcaptor in fear and worry, breaths stilled, bodies immobile. It was only when thesound of shattering glass and the smell of smoke filled the air did peoplestart moving, trying protect themselves from the glass shards and the heat ofthe blue flames that entered the bank. Flames that you recognized and more werethan happy to see.  

“You should put that knife down before you end up hurtingyourself and your buddies,” the raspy voice coming from the smoke said, soonstepping forward and showing who it belonged to; Dabi, your boyfriend. A smallsmile formed on your face as you saw him, your eyes meeting his for a moment,but the moment was ruined as the thug hold you wrenched your neck back,pressing the knife harder against your throat, this time drawing blood.  

Big mistake. 

 If there was one thing you knew for certain, it was thatDabi didn’t like other people touching what was his. Being his girlfriend meantbeing a part of his property, and he’d be damned if he let anyone or thing messwith what was his. 

 Before the thug could even utter out a threat, Dabi hadalready advanced towards him, blue flame shooting form his hand, directed rightat the man holding you. As he got closer, Dabi pulled you free from the man’sgrip, holding you to his chest protectively, watching as the man flailed andburned, his screams bringing a smile to his face as you watched in horror.  

Your gaze shifted from the burning thug to the civilians andremaining around you, watching as they too looked frightened. A few of thethugs were horrified into salience, their knees visibly shaking. The resthowever, weren’t as foolish as to just stand around watching and instead tookaction, charging towards you and Dabi.  

Yet another mistake.  

With a simple wave of his hand, Dabi had ignited blue flamesaround them men, trapping them in a circle of blue hellish flame that slowlycreeped closer to them. All the while, you clung to Dabi’s side, standingbehind him as to not fall victim to the heat of his quirk.

 Once he was done, he sneered at the thugs, giving a dry laughbefore turning towards you, placing a deft finger on your neck to wipe away thethin line of blood that was trailing down your jugular. “Come on, we’re leaving.You owe me for this shit.” He said, wiping the blood on his shirt beforegrabbing you by the arm, ready to haul you out of the bank.  

You let him drag you along for a few beats, momentarilystunned by the events that had just played out, but soon you are knocked backto your sense, pushing Dabi’s hand away from you. He looked back at you, eyebrowquirked in question. You exhaled, soon taking in a deep breath before youpointed behind you at the scared and struggling civilians trying to make theirway out but were constantly blocked by Dabi’s flames.  

He followed your finger, looking between you and them andthe exit to the building. He had a strong urge to just leave you and thembehind, rather leaving and letting you help them, but he knew that if he didthat, he wouldn’t hear the end of it from you.

 With a deep sigh and one last look to you, he raised hishands towards the flames blocking the path of the civilians, clenching it intoa fist and letting the fire surrounding them die out, stepping aside as theyall rushed out of the building, leaving you and Dabi behind to follow them out. 

“You really are a pain. First you text me some shit about arobbery whilst I’m relaxing and then you make me save some shit civies. You oweme big time.” He says to you as the both of you begin to walk out. You rollyour eyes at his words, holing onto his arm.

 “You would rather have me call upsome other hero or the police and end up dying because these thugs got butthurt about it? When you save me, you’re still saving a civi. This time you didthat helped out a few more. I’m proud of you.” You tell him, hugging onto hisarm.  Dabi is unmoved by your words however, his eyes and mind elsewhere,more specifically, on a few bags of money the thugs had the tellers collectingfor them. He removed himself from your grip, walking over to them nonchalantly andslinging them over his shoulder, soon walking back to you. 

“Dabi!” you shout, frowning at him, “You can’t take those!” 

 “Would you shut it, woman. You need money to get that cutchecked out. And like I said, you owe me. This is the first part of yourrepayment.” He said, standing in front of you, expression black but you couldsee it in his eyes that he wasn’t planning on leaving this money behind.  

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fine…keepthe money. I’m not using it though. I can pay with my own money.” You told him,puffing your cheeks out in defiance. The two of you then began walking out ofthe bank, keeping to the outline of the crowd that had formed as to not beenseen by the police that that finally arrived.  

You were happy to be safe and out of that situation now,hugging your boyfriend’s arm as he lugged the bags of money over his shoulder. Asoft smile made its way onto your face, looking up at him with admiration. “Imeant what I said about being proud of you…You really did a good job today.” Youpressed a kiss to his arm as he grumbled, though didn’t push you away.  

“Shut up about it. Shut up about all of it. I don’t need anymore people knowing about it than there already are. I just want to go home andget the rest of what I’m owed.” He said, though a puzzled look overtook yoursmile at his words.  

“What else do I even owe you? You have your money.” It was Dabi’s turn to smile, laughing darkly before hespoke.

 “You owe me a blow job and a night of raw fucking.” A blush made its way onto you face and you gasped up at him,eyes wide. 

 “What’s wrong with you! You’re such a pervert!”