#Dua to get my husband back

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These are the best wazifa for marriage problem solution such as marriage proposals,marriage soon,early marriage,successful marriage,quick marriage,arranged marriage,second marriage and removing all kind of hurdles in marriage.The quick marriage solution is to recite sura rahman each day for 11 times in such a way that when word”fabeayeala e rabbe ka ma tukazeban” shall be read repeatedly for 21 times ,and during this wazeefa one shall stay clean and shall say his/her prayers 5 times a day and read the protection verses for best results.

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Hadith About Husband And Wife Fighting

The relationship between a husband and a wife is one of the most precious relations directly made by the almighty God, and the bond of marriage is already predefined. Suppose you were forced to marry the person. In that case, you don’t love, or due to the pressure of your parents and society, if you are engaged in marriage with the person you never felt for then, it’s really impossible to adjust…

[cher-rei]

afterglow pt- 14 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, workplace romance, fluff, slowish burn

[wc: 4.8k] masterlist

notes: time to meet the in-laws heheeh

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the sound of his parents chatting in the kitchen caught trent's attention. he didn't expect them to still be at home seeing as it was a saturday. they were often out together, shopping or just taking a drive to a museum just to get some fresh air.

and judging by their expressions when they saw their son come downstairs fully dressed as if he had somewhere to be, they thought the same. diane set down her coffee on the table and nudged her husband as well.

trent stood frozen for a moment, unsure of the reason for their looks of shock. "what's wrong?" he asked, checking himself to see if it was an issue with his outfit.

michael, his father, stifled a laugh and turned his attention back to his breakfast which left the stare off to diane who had the faintest idea of what the occasion was. it's been like this for weeks now, the same routine of trent coming home late or leaving early in the morning.

sure he was a grown man, but diane knew her son and it was out of character. "do you mind me asking where you're off to?"

trent shrugged his shoulders, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "jamie has some errands to run today, so I'm tagging along."

the familiar name made diane smile. she craned her neck to get a better look at trent who had just blatantly lied to her. he could of just said that you were going on a date, there was really no reason to hide it and he knew that.

it's just that you weren't official yet so he didn't know whether to properly call it a date, or mention to his family that you were possibly the best thing that's ever happened to him. during supper he always had to refrain from gushing over something that you said, or making it obvious that he had feelings for you.

he was merely being careful and didn't want to give himself and his family false hope. was it eating him up on the inside? definitely. but he kept it up, and tried to mellow his emotions until you were ready.

"you know what's funny?" diane said, causing trent to shake his head. "I keep on hearing about jamie but--" she looked around the kitchen and made a gesture to the empty space. "--I never see her."

trent couldn't hold back his groan, his frustration mixing with the sound of his father's amused laughter. "mum, there's no reason for you to see her." he said honestly, a hint of apprehension slipping through his tone.

diane pulled a face. "since when am I not allowed to see your girlfriend?"

trent's heart dropped, his immediate reaction being to cover his face in embarrassment. "she's not my girlfriend, how many times--"

"oh wow." she threw her hands into the air with an exasperated laugh. "it's dua lipa all over again."

the mention of the pop star sent trent into a spiral, his words lodged into the back of his throat while his mother complained to her husband who was trying his best to stay neutral.

"remember dua lipa, michael?" she hit his arm. "we had to find out about her through an article."

"we've been over this, I've never even met dua lipa." he leant against one of the cabinets and rubbed his temples to calm himself down.

it was a few years ago when the rumour began to spread out of nowhere. a few of them said that he was dating the singer, but the vast majority were convinced that he rejected her. where they got that information from? he had no idea.

"so is she better than dua lipa?" michael spoke up, a ghost of a smile hiding behind his coffee mug. he loved to tease his son like this, usually he was the neutral party but not today.

a few muttered words left trent's mouth, incoherent as he tried to figure out what to say. his frustration was on the brink of boiling over and it was evident in the blush on his cheeks. he felt cornered, trapped even though he could just leave. but he didn't.

maybe this is what he needed. enough pressure to finally make the girl he'd been head over heels to light. "I mean she's..." he awkwardly scratched the nape of his neck. "she's nice."

diane's eyebrow quirked. "nice? that's something you say about a dessert, not your girlfriend."

this prompted trent to roll his eyes, not being able to find the words that were resting on the tip of his tongue. "she's a lot of things, okay? a lot of good things."

"oh," it was his fathers turn to lean closer. "so she is your girlfriend?"

"what? no I--"

"yes, you did."

"why don't you invite her over for lunch tomorrow?"

so many things. so many things were being at the same time and it felt as if his head was about to explode. here he was— a grown man being interrogated about his love life. it was all too much and be was beginning to feel overwhelmed.

bring you over for lunch?? with his entire family being here?? INCLUDING HIS BROTHERS?? what were they thinking?

the last thing that he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable or rushed and as much as a small part of his softened at the thought of you meeting his family, his logic knew what was right.

so before he burst into tears in front of his parents he covered his ears and darted out the front door straight to his car. he was sure that they were still calling out for him but he needed to be gone. away from all that apprehension.

"are you sure that it's okay for us to be going out in public like this?"

that question had been sitting at the back of your mind ever since he picked you up, and now that you were nearly at the café it only worsened. ever since the efl final, you've felt a little more cautious about your presence— not just with trent but with the team in general.

your question made trent frown. "I mean it's bound to happen eventually." he watched from the corner of your eye and you fiddled with the clip of your hand bag, a soft "uh huh" leaving your lips.

"are you okay?" his hands caught yours for a gentle squeeze which only managed to supply half of the reassurance you needed. "you've been awfully quiet lately."

your pulse quickened at his observation and managed to bring a small but noticeable smile to your lips. "yeah it's just--" you let out a heavy sigh. "--you know how people are and I don't want this to cause a scene."

almost as if it were planned, trent parked the car not too far from the café, and immediately unbuckled his seatbelt to face you properly. he searched your uneasy expression for answers while you shuffled in your seat, your cheeks growing warm.

"jamie," he said softly, gaining your attention. "is this about the interview last week?"

your expression depicted an ease you didn't necessarily feel, uncomfortable with his ability to figure you out so well. you could have lied and said no, but trent's gaze was intense in a way that you couldn't bring yourself to hide anything.

your composure was under attack, so you simply nodded. trent's expression grew still and serious, not having thought that the post match interview a week ago would've gotten to you, and neither did you.

you were headstrong, the type to not let the words of others cut deep enough to fracture your demeanor but this gnawed at your confidence.

it happened for the past few days, where you'd find your thoughts trialling back to that evening as you stood in the press room not too far from the back as jurgen and virgil were interviewed respectively. it was going as per normal until your name slipped from jurgen's mouth.

you weren't paying much attention until then.

"she was rather rowdy today from the bench," the reporter prompted and your shoulders tensed, not catching the way that jurgen's brows drew together in an angry frown but the reporter continued. "this happens often. what is it like having her around during matches? she's not a part of the team so does it cause any issues?"

issues? was there a line that you crossed?

jurgen was quick with his answer but the hint of anger in his tone was clear despite his chuckle. "jamie likes to be part of the action, she's always standing on the touchline with me and asking questions. she's very passionate about the sport and it's nice to see that she cares."

the reporter opened his mouth again to further his question but jurgen cut him off, his gaze intense which contraindicated the smile he adorned. "If I had the choice I'd say she should take after me when I resign."

that wasn't even the worst, the entire press conference you felt targeted as if everyone was watching you with more criticism than usual. you were used to the attention but this was suffocating— and it had gotten to you unfortunately.

trent's gaze softened, cupping your chin. "you did nothing wrong. they were just prying for something and didn't get what they wanted."

"they said I'm too intense." you stiffened with a heavy sigh mimicking the weight on your chest. "I think that I need to take a few steps back, trent."

"well you're thinking wrong," he said, his voice raising a bit at your absurd idea. "we love you when you're screaming on the touchline, we love you when you're dragging us to do stupid tiktoks for the supporters, and we sure as hell love you when you give us the energy we need."

you bit your lip to stifle a grin, letting trent's lecture settle in the air for a moment. "you think my tiktoks are stupid?"

an easy smile played at the corners of his mouth and he leant forward, his lips grazing yours as he spoke. "very."

the feeling of trent's lips gently melting into yours lifted an immense weight from your shoulders. the sensation sent your thoughts spinning, any doubts vanishing almost immediately until you pulled away, breathless.

when the two of you finally entered the café— the whole reason for this entire trip, you were pleasantly surprised to see that there were fewer people than you expected. trent casually took the liberty of ordering, happy to know that you trusted him enough to know what you liked.

you picked out a spot at the back of the café, a few tables away from the window so you weren't spotted too easily. just in case. as you settled, trent couldn't help but notice the way that the soft light from the window and how it danced on your features.

he smiled. feeling grateful for the moment of peace despite what happened in the car. he knew better than anyone than this being a dangerous idea, that no matter how well known that you were, it was only bound to ruin your image if certain people saw you together.

trent has had his fair share of crazy or delusional fans that took it a step too far on more than one occasion, and it was one of the main reasons that he kept his social life as private as possible. but not with you. it was impossible in every way.

but that didn't mean that he was going to back off.

his attention was drawn back to you began uncontrollably giggling from the seat opposite him.

"what's so funny?" he asked, trying to peak over at your screen.

you teasingly held the phone out of his reach, a playful smile etched on your lips with the twinkle in your eyes. "just sofía. pablo walked in on her changing."

trent raised an eyebrow. "they're still living together? I thought that they would've killed each other by now," he joked and you nodded your head.

"alex says that they're bound to crack under pressure any day now."

your comment had trent fighting back his laughter, mostly agreeing with the statement seeing as their personalities classed and complimented each other's in the best way possible. he didn't know much about them, but with the stories that you've told him, they needed to get a room.

when your desserts arrived your eyes lit up immediately and almost instinctively your hand reached for your phone and opened the camera. trent was just about to taint his cake when you slapped his hand away.

his eyes widened at the harsh act, looking to you with his lips parted. "what did I do?"

you rolled your eyes and continued to take pictures of the food, making sure to get every angle possible. "it's like you've never had a girlfriend before," you muttered in slight irritation.

trent on the other hand couldn't let the comment slip by, his lips tugging up into a smile. "oh? so you're my girlfriend now?"

your body tensed immediately, unable to look him in the eye as he held your flustered state under his playful gaze. the heat rushed to your cheeks quicker than you expected and to save yourself the embarrassment you remained silent to prevent stuttering.

it hadn't even been a month yet but you were definitely ready to jump into whatever he wanted. you couldn't bring yourself to say it though and decided to wait until he brought it up. which was now apparently.

after a bit of forced laughter, you scoffed. "nobody said that I wanted to cancel my trial. yet. you haven't done anything to chase me away yet either, so at least there's hope."

he rolled his eyes at your quip and watched as you continued to eat your cake, your mouth moving as you talked to him but nothing registered. instead his mother's voice sounded through his mind.

it was now or never.

"would meeting my parents be enough to chase you away?"

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"no way you got my mum flowers," trent said in awe when you got into the car, the vibrant colours of the assorted bouquet set on your lap.

you buckled your seatbelt and gave him a knowing look at the absurd remark. "of course I did. what do you take me for? an animal?"

the footballer didn't bother responding to the question and scoffed, leaning forward to kiss your cheek before heading back to his house, where his family were gathered for sunday lunch as usual.

at the café yesterday, he wasn't sure what overcame him when he asked you to join them as his mother suggested, but something swelled in his heart when you happily agreed. there was a glint of excitement and disbelief in your eyes that he couldn't help but reprocicate.

and even if you were anxious (which you definitely were) you hid it well enough for trent to feel at ease too. the two of you shared one last look of reassurance before getting out of the car and leaping head-first into something that would either be a mistake or just what you both needed.

you felt his hand slip into yours and give it a light squeeze to ease your nerves, finally opening his front door. you were familiar with his house, just not when there were other people besides the two of you inside.

a wave of nausea washed over you when you stepped into the foyer, trent's hand not letting go of yours even when his mother caught you both before you could walk any further.

the woman adorned a gleaming smile at the sight of you st her son's side, even better that he was holding onto you for dear life. "hello, jamie sweetheart," she greeted with her arms out for a hug. "it's so good to see you again."

you let go of trent's hand and gave into her embrace with an even bigger smile knowing that she was actually happy to see you. "hi, diane. it's good to see you too."

from a few steps back, trent watched with lovestruck eyes and his heart pounding in his chest at the exchange between the two of you. the look on his mother's face was so familiar— the same glint of comfort and adoration she had for him and the rest of his family.

he watched as you handed her the bouquet with diane nearly bursting into tears at the kind gesture. trent couldn't tell if he was overwhelmed or simply in love, ready to get down on knee right then and there. but it was only when the two of you walked further into the house and he was left behind in the foyer that his mother's greeting registered in his mind.

it's so good to see you again.

he didn't have time to ponder on it however and made a beeline for the living room where the rest of his family were. tyler and marcel were standing in front of the television, playfully arguing about something that didn't matter. his father was sitting on the sofa beside tyler's girlfriend olivia who had her daughter resting on her lap.

it was nothing out of the ordinary but trent couldn't find the words lodged in his throat, only managing to watch you greet the rest of his family members who were more than delighted to meet you.

you were familiar with tyler and marcel after having run into them a few times at matches, but this was your first time meeting olivia. the happily handed her daughter over to her father-in-law to stand up and properly greet you with a hug, complimenting your outfit before you could compliment hers.

"and this angel must be aura," you cooed and bent down slightly to tickle her stomach earning a slight giggle from the infant. "there's not a second that goes by where your uncle isn't talking about you and I can see why."

you look up at olivia with a smile. "I love her name. it's gorgeous."

she waved her hand in front of her face at the compliment again. "thank you. it's been in my notes app since I was in year 10."

your lips parted at the familiar answer and you immediately reached for your phone. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours..."

"shut up, deal. tyler watch aura, jamie and I are heading to the kitchen to help with lunch," olivia said hurriedly took you by the hand and led you to the kitchen without further discussion.

you didn't even spare trent a final look before you were swept away, the comfort finally setting in around the family. trent was still stood silent in the archway of the living room, watching as your figure disappeared further into the house as your laughter rung through the air along with olivia's.

"ew, he's in love," tyler commented with a face of disgust, completely disregarding the fact that he had a girlfriend and a daughter.

the afternoon progressed smoothly with you and olivia helping diane in the kitchen (you spent a good 40 minutes talking about absolute nonsense). it got to the point where you forgot that trent was somewhere in the living room.

"you've never been?"

olivia shook her head at your question and sighed. "I haven't had the time. aura is literally all I see 24/7."

a small frown took place on your lips. "leave her with tyler for a few hours. I'll tell you when I'm free and we can try it out. I'll make it my mission that you see the light of day again."

the rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter and getting to know each other. your main fear was that you were going to be interrogated about every single part of your life, but it was nothing like that. instead, the questions were out of genuine intrigue.

"have you always wanted to venture into sports marketing?" michael asked, from one end of the dinner table and you eagerly nodded.

"I wanted to work in the industry one way or another," you said with a genuine smile. "I wasn't too keen on journalism, so when I started gaining a following online I thought that I might as well put it to good use."

michael hummed in acknowledgement and looked at trent with a smile from beside you. "well if you hadn't then I'm sure you wouldn't be sitting here right now."

diane laughed at her husband's comment, taking notice of the blush on her son's face as his brothers teased him. the entire afternoon she couldn't help but watch in awe at how he acted around you.

it made her heart ease knowing that he acted comfortably around you, how he could joke and tease you with you doing it back with just as much playfulness. even at the dinner table, when you spoke he couldn't keep his eyes off you and listened attentively.

a blush rose to your cheeks at marcel's question about when you started to develop feelings for his brother. trent shot him a glare from across the table but you waved him off, giving him a moment to think even though you knew exactly when it was.

you leant back in your seat casually and nudged trent's arm. "he kicked me with a ball during training. it hit my arm and there was this huge bruise for two weeks."

"trent john alexander-arnold!" diane gawked in shock, turning to him with a disappointed look, causing him to raise his hands in defence. "how could you do that??"

"it wasn't on purpose!" he defended and looked at you beside him, the smile etched on your phase because you knew exactly what you were doing. "jamie, you said it didn't even hurt."

you shrugged your shoulders. "I didn't want to make you feel bad. you were already bummed over the injury."

tyler laughed at the memory of his brother's hamstrings injury last year. "I remember that. he was so depressed, ugh take me back. life was so good back then."

"tyler don't say that, you know how upset it makes him," olivia scolded her boyfriend, slapping him on the arm but he had no regrets and let the comment stand.

trent sent her a grateful look, but you couldn't help but laugh. "you think that was bad?" a laugh escaped your lips. "you should've seen how he waddled down the stairs at the training center."

the rest of the dinner table burst into laughter, except for trent of course who was covering his face in embarrassment. not sure of who's side you were on in this case. and it only got worse when you showed them the video of you and dominik shutting the elevator door before be could make it in.

the cheeky laughter of both you and his best friend brought back the memory, the video perfectly showing just how pathetic he was when trying to catch up, but obvious didn't make it.

it was a bit before 5 p.m and aura had just woken up from her nap when you all gathered in the living room. the saudi arabian grand prix played as a form of entertainment as you sat with trent's head resting on your shoulder while aura sat on your lap, occupying herself with the rings on your fingers.

"oh, come on these mercedes drivers are going to be the death of me," michael said in frustration, gradually bringing the conversation around to the mechanics of the car and how the season hadn't been too good so far.

you were fairly quiet for bit, watching the rave with immense concentration until you were pleasantly surprised. "oh my gosh!" your excitement made both aura and trent jump up, but you were too busy taking pictures of alex on the screen to bother.

"sorry, you know how I get when I see alex show up at races," you apologised and trwnt shook his head, resting it back onto your shoulder.

"you talk to her every waking moment of the day, you're insane," he said, still not understanding how you could get so giddy just by seeing her on screen.

olivia looked at you with her eyes widened. "you know her?"

you nodded with a proud smile. "she's one of my best friends. just haven't seen her in a while."

"oh, so you're famous famous," marcel added. "how did trent even manage to catch your eye??"

after the race, you found yourself helping diane with the dishes. well that was until trent decided to interrupt the moment to which his mother happily leave you two be, a fond smile on her face as she left the kitchen.

the two of you didn't exchange any words for a few minutes and instead packed away the dishes in silence, your bodies moving in a familiar motion that happened quite often at your own home when he helped you with cleaning.

you took a moment to breathe, leaning back on the counter as trent finished up the last of the utensils. a fond smile formed on your face for some reason but you didn't fight it and kept your attention on him even when be caught on.

he quirked a brow in confusion. "why are you looking at me like that?" he took a few steps towards you.

"looking at you like what?" you teased and he eventually stopped in front of you, casually draping his hands around your waist as if there was any sort of privacy.

you didn't fight it though.

the footballer rolled his eyes jokingly, unable to believe that you still had the energy to joke with him after outing him multiple times today. he was sure that at some point his face was unable to remain any other colour besides red with the way that he was blushing.

"you know what?"

your question raised even more confusion but he nodded slightly, allowing you to carry on with whatever you wanted to say.

"I think it's time to clear up the fog," you said and took a deep breath. "I like the way that we work."

trent's lips parted and he went immobile for nearly a minute. the words that came from his lips made no sense, to the point where you had to pinch him. suddenly he let go of you and walked to the other end of the room, purpose in his stride as he shut the kitchen door and locked it.

oh, shit.

he was frantic with his movements and you were struggling to keep up until he took your hands into his and gave you a look. "are you sure?"

"100%." you retorted with so much confidence, making trent's smile widen in excitement, the twinkle in his eyes nearly losing you.

"jamie," he started softly, gaining your attention. "would you like to--"

he didn't even get to finish his sentence before your lips were on his, ever so thankful that he locked the door so that you could cherish the moment properly.

your body melted under his touch, the feeling of his lips tugging into a smile having your heart pounding harder than it ever had before. all those months of uncertainty led up to this moment— late-night drives, weeks without talking to each other, advice from your friends. everything led up to this feeling of bliss and relief.

when you pulled away you were both breathless, with childlike smiles and laughter sounding through the room that you felt your tension drip away in.

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐀: 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 🪩

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem oc; Nadia Hamilton

summary: social media posts from the most recent chapter! <3

warnings: twitter environment, cussing

saint’s team radio 🎀: 2 for the price of 1 😝. did not mean to take so long so here’s a little gift 🫶🏽

pic credit: pinterest and ig!

fc: @/unclewaffles_ on ig

plastic off the sofa: chapter 7

renaissance: the masterlist

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nadiahamilton guys my back tat looks so delicious

loriharvey YOU’RE JOKING? NADIA

nadiahamilton hello 🤭

user and what if this causes my hospitalisation?

dualipa i was so lucky to see this in person

nadiahamilton thank you for such an amazing show!

versace 💗

lilymhe i fainted a couple of times

arianagrande WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU JUST WAKE UP AND LOOK LIKE THIS

nadiahamilton i don’t, i swear 😭

kehlani can your man fight

haileybieber you look like a dream 🥹

user whatever your affirmations were, hand them over!

sza that ass is SITTING

francisca.cgomes i am begging for one chance

alexandrasaintmleux me too omg

user i don’t think you understand what you’ve done now

nataliatheedon you’re actually unreal WHAT

latto777 it’s actually so unfair that he gets you to himself

iamcardib like it’s actually pissing me off rn

amaraonmars this is insanity. do it again

jackharlow oh you was serious

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user probably something at the party

user and dare i ask who took the photos….

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user not you calling him selfish 😭😭😭

lewishamilton had to take a breather

charlottieee we’ll give you your pump, grandpa

fencer THIS IS SO CRAZY???

nataliatheedon CHARLOTTE YOU CAN’T SAY THAT 😭

lewishamilton hi mrs hamilton

nadiahamilton hi 🤭

user they had to remind y’all REAL QUICK

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user publicly thirsting over him, aren’t you embarrassed?

user girl that’s her husband…..

carmenmmundt we need to get together like that soon, it was so much fun!

lilymhe i felt like i was in a chick flick

francisca.cgomes not when you tripped and your ice cream fell ‼️

alexandrasaintmleux kika let’s be nice but YES tinkerbell, i need another girl’s day or else i will combust

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nataliatheedon 😧

user i have the slightest feeling that you can cook, can you?

nadiahamilton yes?

user since no one is talking about it, yes he looked so good that day Nadia

nadiahamilton THANK YOU LIKE SOMETHING WAS IN THE AIR THAT DAY

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user “is this one of those tiny mics?? I LOVE TINY MICS”

user “i promise you, go up to one of these white people and they will give you a paddock pass. i’ve seen it.”

user “sorry i gotta fix my nose ring hold up”

user “there are days where he sounds incredibly british and it’s just so interesting to hear.” “but he is-” “and that’s what makes it better!”

user “these are my ladies, those drivers couldn’t stand a CHANCE!”

user a dog and its owner walk by: “omg look at it, i wanna squeeze that dog.”

user “i won’t hold you, i’m craving a big ass bowl of pasta rn.”

user *sings in the most angelic voice you’ve ever heard*

user “i’ll never stop being a teacher, it’s so much fun.”

user “if you’ve got extremely blue eyes, do not stare at people, it’s so scary. i’m talking about you, pierre gasly.”

user “omg you’re craving cupcakes? let’s go get them!”

user “you like that bag from gucci? let’s go get it.”

user “i love laying on the floor so much.”

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saint’s notes 🎀: this took so long yoh, hope you enjoyed!

[heavyhitterheaux]

Would You Love Me If.....

First Lady of Private Garden Blurb

AN: These two lmaoooo

Synopsis: You ask Jack if he would still love you if you were a worm

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist

It was around 2 in the morning and your husband was sound asleep while you were wide awake scrolling through your phone. You didn't know why you were having so much trouble falling asleep and knew that you would regret it later.

When this happened, usually Urban would still be awake so you would go and bother him but when you peeked into his room he was also knocked out cold.

Then your mind suddenly decided to run rampant with your thoughts which was the last thing you needed.

You turned over to look at Jack and called out to him since you had been facing away from him as he had his arm wrapped around you.

"Baby?" You said as you poked his cheek.

Silence.

"Smush?" Now you booped his nose.

Silence.

"Pookie?" You started playing with his beard and could see him moving indicating that he was finally awake.

Jack didn't open his eyes to look at you, but he did hear you and immediately answered,

"Yes, baby? Something wrong?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

It took Jack a few seconds for his mind to register what you had just asked him, but when it did, he opened his eyes to look at you.

"Ba.... what?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm? I need to know." You asked again and Jack was just looking at you like you were crazy.

"You woke me up at 2 in the morning to ask me that?"

"Yes, because I couldn't sleep. This is very important and I'm going to need for you to take this seriously. Urban is sleeping so I'll ask him later when he wakes up."

"You better not ask him that dumb ass shit and you shouldn't have even asked me! How the hell could I have married you if you were a worm? Explain that."

"Oh, so your answer is no."

"Baby, I didn't say that. I just needed clarification because WHAT?"

"You don't love me."

"For the billionth time, WE ARE MARRIED."

"That doesn't mean anything!" You said as you were now straddling Jack as he was now laying on his back and you were pouting.

"What the? SERIOUSLY?" Jack said while rubbing his eyes before running a hand through his hair.

"I'm kicking you out. Go life with Druski since he's your life partner." You responded while rolling your eyes.

"Baby, are you seriously upset over this?"

You stayed quiet and Jack noticed your lip start to quiver.

"Oh hell no, don't tell me you're about to cry. Babe! Is your period coming because that is literally the only time you ask me outta pocket shit all times of the night and then cry when you don't get the answer you want."

"Maybe it is, but I just find it funny how I would love you if you were a worm, but I don't get that same treatment in return!"

"Baby girl, I will love you in this lifetime and all of the other ones after that, now please go to sleep."

"I am having a crisis and my husband is not supporting me through it."

"WHAT CRISIS?"

"Just go back to sleep. Dua and Clay wouldn't treat me like this." You said while attempting to swing your leg back over, but Jack immediately stopped you.

"They would probably look at you the same way that I'm looking at you now. But baby please go to sleep because I already know what this is."

"Fine." You said as you plopped down face first onto his chest.

It was 10 in the morning when you had woken up to an empty bed. You figured Jack was somewhere with Urban, but you were definitely going to ask Urban the same question when you saw him.

You went to the bathroom to see that Jack knew exactly what he was talking about.

Your period had started.

No wonder why you were crying so much.

This happened every damn month and still surprised you.

Once you had taken a shower and put on comfy clothes, you walked back out into the bedroom from the walk-in closet to see Jack coming in carrying a basket.

"Ooohh, what's this, pookie?" You asked as he leaned down to kiss you before showing you what was in it.

"Here my little worm. All your favorite snacks, painkillers, heating pad, tampons, the works. And you get ultimate cuddles from me. I looked at the date and it's the 7th so I already knew so I woke up early and got prepared."

He set the basket down on the bed and sure enough your eyes started to water.

"YOU CALLED ME YOUR LITTLE WORM! I KNEW YOU WOULD STILL LOVE ME IF THAT HAPPENED."

"You make it hard not to since you're so cute. Now go ahead and pull up Titanic."

"I have to put it in the group chat that you would still love me if I was a worm. Big husband energy."

"Don't push it. PG will never let me live that down."

Not even three seconds later, you heard Urban yelling down the hallway.

"Y/N! STOP ASKING ME WOULD I STILL LOVE YOU IF YOU WERE A WORM!"

"I NEED TO KNOW FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES!"

"JACK, GET YOUR WIFE."

"HE SAID THAT HE WOULD LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM!"

"BECAUSE HE'S A SIMP!"

All Jack did was sigh and shake his head.

"Just three days, just three days." He muttered to himself.

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[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

Songs I listen to about Skittlescript’s Isekai’ed to the West and Triad au Playlist

hahaha lol checkout @skittlescripts’s isekai to the west au, here’s some songs that remind me of the au and some scenarios imagined would make the daydreams better, special thanks to the works of @semisolidmind, @rennsdeaddoves, @thesexydancingcrepe, @rainyriu, @ritzhasmonkeybrain and @theweepingegg

this is for the Sun WuKong and Six-Eared Macaque simps out there

problem - ariana grande - reader starting to have feelings for Sun Wukong

dear future husband - meghan trainor - reader saying what marriage be like

right there - ariana grande - how macaque feels in triad au

the guy that i'd kinda be into - be more chill the musical - reader describing the monkie she likes

bad romance - lady gaga - macaque’s feelings for reader in triad au

one last time - ariana grande - Wukong trying to understand his emotions

la on a saturday night - hearts & colors - macaque’s monologue song in triad au

a whole new world - aladdin - Wukong and reader just ridding his cloud to Flower Fruit mountain

symphony - clean bandit - Macaque when he finally accepts he’s inlove

rhythm of the tambourine - hunchback of notredame the musical - Triad au

made you look - meghan trainor - reader’s themesong in triad au

title - meghan trainor - Wukong in triad au trying to get a date

not fall in love with you - rwby soundtrack - works both for the Isekai and triad au

kiss the girl - the little mermaid - Sandy making sure his OTP is cannon

there's nothing holding me back - shawn mendes - triad au wukong in general 

stutter - mariana's trench - wukong’s 5 stages of grief about having a crush

troublemaker - olly murrs - wukong’s themesong

still into you - paramore - if Isekai to the west had a crossover with Triad au

millennium parade - belle - a reader song for triad au

light switch - charlie puth - wukong’s crush in triad au

i wanna be your slave - maneskin - wukong in a more hornii mood for reader

she's kinda hot - 5 seconds of summer - Isekai to the west chapter 3 song

teeth - 5 seconds of summer - triad au wukong’s song during a meeting

marry you - bruno mars - wukong trying to convince reader that they get married

paper rings - taylor swift - wukong finally getting a date with reader in triad au

teenage dirtbag - wheatus - macaque’s angst about having a crush on reader

my heart's a stereo - maroon 5 - Macaque starting to fall inlove in isekai au

hips don't lie - shakira - reader meets wukong for the first time in triad au

voodoo doll - 5 seconds of summer - wukong before he realises he likes reader

she looks so perfect - 5 seconds of summer - both monkey’s admiring reader

love me like you do - ellie goulding - wukong and reader in isekai

love me harder - ariana grande - reader’s feelings with wukong

girlfriend - avril lavinge - macaque's song when he’s jealous in isekai

everytime we touch - cascada - wukong simping for reader in triad au

teenage dream - katy perry - reader realising her crush in isekai au

ET - katy perry - reader and wukong’s relationship in a nutshell for isekai

lucky strike - maroon 5 - wukong vs macaque in isekai au

levitating - dua lipa - reader in isekai au

the story of the phantom - goosebumps the musical - macaque in isekai au

take me to church - hozier - wukong having a crush angst in isekai

can't hold us - macklemore - a sun wukong song in isekai

bad reputation - joan jett - how heaven feels about reader and wukong together

guy.exe - superfruit - reader describing her type of guy in triad au

super mario hyadain - wukong vs macaque for reader in isekai au

play with fire - sam tinnesz - macaque and reader first impressions

positions - ariana grande - wukong and reader relationship song in isekai au

34 + 35 - ariana grande - wukong and reader song in triad au

dinero - trinidad cardona - reader’s alter ego song in triad au

no roots - alice merton - isekai to the west in a nutshell

sway - micheal buble - triad wukong takes reader out dancing

helpless - hamilton - triad wukong being lovesick and lovey dovey, while MK witnesses his mentor being cringe

call me by your name - lil nas x - triad wukong themesong

dead girl walking - heathers - wukong and reader having some spicy fun just after wukong is banished by tripitaka

i wanna dance with somebody - whitney houston - reader during the triad au before having a relationship

fairytale - alexander rybak - reader angst on having feeling for wukong in isekai 

why don't you do right - who framed roger rabbit - triad wukong meets reader’s alter ego for the first time

La seine and i - a monster in paris - reader performing in triad au

blues in the night - queen tyr'ahnee cover - reader having feelings for triad wukong angst

the great pretender - the platters - reader’s emotional stability during isekai

boys - charlie xcx - reader thinking about wukong in isekai

you will be okay - helluva boss - reader’s song for ao lie and her kids in isekai

no matter what - book of life - reader choosing to be with wukong instead of going home in isekai

Someone you like - girl and the dreamcatcher - triad wukong pining for reader

Ang huling el bimbo - eraserheads - slow dancing in the kitchen in triad au

Something just like this - cold play - macaque pining for reader in triad

Love story of a certain bakeneko - vocaloid

Ahh, it’s a wonderful cat’s life - vocaloid

The wolf that fell inlove with little red ridding hood - rin and len kagamine

Magic mirror - rin and len kagamine

Dance with me tonight - olly murs - a date night song with macaque in triad 

La la dee - cody simpson - triad wukong describing his feelings for reader 

Perfect - ed sheeran - wukong’s feelings for reader near the end of the journey to the west

Shape of you - ed sheeran - triad wukong being a simp for his wife reader

Seniorita - camila cabello - triad wukong flirting with reader

My oh my - camila cabello - reader’s accepting her feelings for wukong in triad

Uwu - chevy - Wukong’s feelings when he realises he wants to be with reader in isekai au

Canterella - vocaloid - triad wukong and reader on a mission

Je t’aime - kelly sweet - wukong descrining his love for reader in isekai

You’ll be in my heart - tarzan - reader just being happy with her family

Strangers like me - tarzan - wukong being curious aboutreader’s life before the journey to the west

A million dreams - the greatest showman - wukong’s song when he marries reader in isekai

One kiss - descendants - wukong when reader because of magic shenannigans needs to wake-up with true loves kiss

Secret garden - undertale - flowerfell au fansong - triad wukong and reader angst

So she dances - josh groban - triad wukong describing reader to MK

Beautiful ghosts - taylor swift - macaque’s song about reader in isekai

Slow dance with you - adventure time - macaque’s song regarding his pinning for reader

Tightrope - the greatest showman - reader’s conflicting emotions about staying with wukong or going home

Thinking out loud - ed sheeran - wukong pining for reader in isekai

Work form home - fifth harmony - reader flirting with triad wukong

Criminal - britney spears - triad wukong and reader’s relationship in a nutshell

Do it for her - steven universe - triad wukong training isekai wukong to protect reader

Back to life - bumblebee movie - reader and wukong’s wedding song in isekai

I love you to much - book of life - macaque pinning for reader in isekai

Death of a bachelor - panic! At the disco - triad wukong pinning for reader

I’m in love with a monster - fifth harmony - triad reader tells isekai reader on her feelings for triad wukong

Black magic - little mix - reader is jealous that triad wukong is flirting to get info

Animals - maroon 5 - wukong being in heat and wants to mate with reader

I’m a lady - meghan trainor - the jttw crew finds out about reader being isekai’ed to help them

Who i am - the score - macaque introducing himself to the reader in isekai after kidnapping her

Rewrite the stars - the greatest showman - triad wukong and reader fall inlove 

Buwan - juan karlos - wukong serenading reader during their first date in isekai

Bad little boy - adventure time - reader and wukong’s dynamic

Monster - adventure time - Wukong angst about reader’s mortality in isekai

Hey soul sister - train - triad wukong being a simp while being cringe

Crush - tessa violet - reader pinning for triad wukong

Would you be so kind - dodie - reader pinning for wukong in isekai

I do adore - mindy gledhill - triad wukong and reader cuddling

Despair - leo - reader pinning for wukong and vice versa in isekai but angsting of it being unrequited

Save me - bruno martini - macaque and wukong paniking because their falling for reader in isekai au

Can’t sleep love - pentatonix - reader talking to sandy about her crush on wukong in isekai

Suki kirai - rin and len kagamine - reader being in denial about being inlove with triad wukong

Someday - disney’s zombies - wukong and reader in general for isekai

Boop - rwby soundtrack - wukong trying to show off and impress reader after he accepts that he loves her

Little miss perfect - owl house fandom - reader angst on wanting to focus on the journey to the west but the dilemma of falling inlove complicates things for her once the journey is done

Ordinary - owl house fandom - reader questioning wukong why he’s inlove with her in isekai au

One more night - maroon 5 - triad wukong wanting reader to stay longer in bed cuddling

You’re the one that i want - grease - triad macaque romantic feelings for reader

If i can’t i love her - beauty and the beast - wukong being in denial for being inlove with reader in isekai au

Evermore - beauty and the beast - wukong angst when reader is presented with the option of returning to her original home

Love like you - steven universe - wukong wondering why reader loves him in isekai

If i could tell her - dear evan hansen - triad macaque hiding his feelings for reader

Only us - dear evan hansen - set during the time wukong is banished from the journey to the west

Your text - sundial - triad wukong trying to get reader’s number

Glad you came - the wanted - triad Wukong meets reader for the first time

Castle on a hill - ed sheeran - wukong reminises his life before the journey to the west and meeting reader

I won’t say i’m in love - hercules -  reader being in denial about being inlove with wukong in isekai au

Circus - britney spears - another themesong for reader in triad au

love story - taylor swift - how wukong tells his kids on how he met their mother in isekai au

you belong with me - taylor swift - how triad macaque feels when he sees reader with triad wukong 

burn for you - bridgerton musical - wukong pining for reader, but not wanting to confess in isekai au

[ironwoman18]

A Match made in heaven

Disclaimer: The characters or the main plot of Spy x Family belongs to me and the song Physical belongs to Dua Lipa and the composer of the song. Only the idea for this story is mine.

This idea came to me while I was listening to this song. I didn’t have the idea clear until I sat down and started to write it. It’s short but I hope you enjoy it.

By the way, I mentioned an event that happened in the Manga 103, it is just a small mention so, if you read it you will know, if you didn’t it won’t be a spoiler.

Common love isn't for us We created something phenomenal Don't you agree?

It’s been a while since Yor and Loid discovered their secret identities and both felt like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. Now Garden and WISE did some missions together, especially the ones that required murders or a different approach.

Loid and Yor were OK with it and they even asked to work as a partner, which was accepted by their bosses. They were in love and wanted to protect the other, even when they knew that the other was capable of surviving on their own.

It had been six months since their reveal and they made the perfect team. Yor assassin abilities and Loid’s costumes and quick thought process were a match made in heaven.

You got me feeling diamond rich Nothing on this planet compares to it Don't you agree?

Yor was at peace knowing that they didn’t have secrets, even Anya told them about her powers and some of her experiences, that’s why Garden and WISE were after the people behind Apple Project and, probably, after the project Anya was part of.

It was difficult since they were a super secret wing of the government and they couldn’t find it as easy as they wished for.

But even with that, she couldn’t help but be happy about having a beautiful family and sharing moments together when they were free.

Who needs to go to sleep when I got you next to me?

Their missions were at night so they couldn’t put Anya in bed, especially when the mission needed them to be at a party. Loid had to use his costumes and mask but Yor didn’t need them since she never let anyone alive so they could identify her.

Some other nights they didn’t need to go sleep because they ended up making love in their, now official, married bedroom.

All night, I'll riot with youI know you got my back and you know I got youSo come on (come on), come on (come on), come on (come on)Let's get physicalLights out, follow the noiseBaby, keep on dancing like you ain't got a choiceSo come on (come on), come on (come on), come onLet's get physical

There was one mission where they ended up making a riot, they needed information and Yor was there as a back-up in case Twilight was found, and it happened. She began to use her sharp weapons to protect him and he stole a gun from a dead body and both, back to back, started to fight.

Her strength and stamina were amazing but his stamina was good as well. He had to keep picking up guns as she killed the men on their way to the exit while he covered her back with those guns.

They entered a room and he shot the light interrupter and they managed to escape, with the information they needed. Her husband was that good. They shared a kiss and left the house of their mission’s target.

Adrenaline keeps on rushing inLove the simulation we're dreaming inDon't you agree?Don't you agree?I don't wanna live another life'Cause this one's pretty niceLiving it up

They arrived home early in the morning and with the adrenaline still high, they took a shower and prepared for a school meeting where both parents needed to be.

But neither Yor nor Loid wouldn’t want it any other way. This life was perfect for them... Spy and assassin but above all of that... parents.

Hold on, just a little tighterCome on, hold onTell me if you're readyCome on (come on, come on)Baby, keep on dancingLet's get physical

They were sitting on the sofa, just holding each other. That day was quite eventful but if they have each other, they couldn’t have any other way. They were ready to do everything to protect this life, this peace.

Watching news about seals trapped in their canal or how happy others were by a day in the park playing with a dog... Those things were enough for them to never give up. Especially when that little girl sleeping in the other room is happy and safe.

They aren’t afraid to get physical if that means peace.

OOooOOooOO

I might leave this fanfic open in case I think of more songs to use for these two with the same theme. Them knowing each other’s identities.

If you enjoy it, let me know and there’s a song that could be used next time.

Thank you for reading.

[amniotic]

I do love to make little mixtapes for my ships. well, this got out of hand, so there's the lyrics and the vibes i get of each of these songs. i'ts first time that i make a "story" with the songs, so each one is from zoro or sanji pov, kind of progressing cause my headcanon it's that they started like frenemies with benefits to married husbands cause i'm a romantic at heart.

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lyrics under the cut ♫₊˚.🎧 ✧

Montero (call me by your name) - lil nas x

Romantic talking? You don't even have to try. You're cute enough to fuck with me tonight. You know that you can Call me when you want, call me when you need Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way Oh, call me by your name. Tell me you love me in private, Call me by your name.I do not care if you lying

Amarrame - Mon Laferte

Ignórame. Ven y pierde la razón. Quiero que me ruegues y me mires a los ojos. Dame la espalda, desenfócame. Tómame del pelo y repíteme mi nombre. Y ámame, pero sin querer

Kiss with a fist - Florence + the machine

You gave a kick. I gave a slap. You smashed a plate over my head Then I set fire to our bed I spilled your blood upon the floor. You broke my leg in return So sit back and watch the bed burn. Love sticks. Sweat drips. A kick to the teeth is good for some. A kiss with a fist is better than none

Rush - Troye Sivan

Big communication, tell me what you want Translate your vibration, let your body talk to me I feel the rush, Addicted to your touch

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

If you like your coffee hot, Let me be your coffee pot Secrets I have held in my heart, Are harder to hide than I thought, Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

Good Old fashion lover boy - queen

What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy, Set my alarm, turn on my charm. That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy. Let me feel your heartbeat, can you feel my love heat?

O sarracino - Renato Carosone

'O sarracino, 'o sarracino. Tutt"e ffemmene fa 'nnammurá Ll'uocchie 'e brigante e 'o sole 'nfaccia. Ogne figliola s'appiccia si 'o vede 'e passá. Na sigaretta 'mmocca, na mana dint"a sacca. E se ne va smargiasso, pe' tutt"a cittá

Pienso en tu mirá - Rosalía

Me da miedo cuando sales Sonriendo pa' la calle Porque todos pueden ver Los hoyuelitos que te salen Me da miedo cuando sales Pienso en tu mirá', tu mirá', clavá', es una bala en el pecho

Algo contigo - Rita payes

Y me quedan muy pocos caminos. Y aunque pueda parecerte un desatino, no quisiera yo morirme sin tener algo contigo

Hallucinate - Dua Lipa

I hallucinate when you call my name, Got stars in my eyes, And they don't fade when you come my way No, I couldn't live without your touch, No, I could never have too much, I'll breathe you in forever and ever, Hallucinate Kill me slowly with your kiss, Wrap me 'round your fingertips

Washing machine heart - mitski

Baby, will you kiss me already? And toss your dirty shoes. In my washing machine heart. Baby, bang it up inside Baby, though I've closed my eyes, I know who you pretend I am

Your best american girl - Mitski

You're the sun, you've never seen the night. But you hear its song from the morning birds. Well, I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star. But awake at night I'll be singing to the birds. Don't wait for me, I can't come You're the one. You're all I ever wanted. I think I'll regret this

誰かの願いが叶うころ - Utada Hikaru

あなたの��せ願うほど　わがままが増えてくよ. それでもあなたを引き止めたい　いつだってそう それならあなたを抱き寄せたい　できるだけぎゅっと

Can't help falling in love - elvis presley

"Only fools rush in". But I can't help Falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin. If I can't help Falling in love with you? Take my hand. Take my whole life too

One of your girls - troye sivan

Give me a call if you ever get lonely.I'll be like one of your girls or your homies Say what you want, and I'll keep it a secret. You get the key to my heart, and I need it

Sei la mia cittá - cosmo

Sei la mia città, fuori dal tempo. Sei la mia città, è un complimento. Sei la mia città, ti sento dentro

koko de kissu shite - shiina ringo

I´ll never be able to give up on you. So never say good bye And kiss me once again 行かないでね. 何処にだってあたしと一緒じゃなきゃ厭よ. あなたしか見て無いのよ 今すぐに此処でキスして Don't go. Wherever you go, you have to be with me. I only see you. Kiss me here right now

Eres para mí - Julieta Venegas

Temes sentir más de la cuenta. El corazón es un músculo, Si no late revienta. Extraño mirarte de lejos. De hacernos los tontos, parecemos tan viejos. Tiempo, mm, ¿quieres más tiempo?. Mírame la piel, ¿no ves acaso lo que siento?

Tú eres para mí, yo soy para ti El viento me lo dijo con un soplo suavecillo

Strawberry blond - mitski

I love it when you look my way. Look at you, strawberry blond. Fields rolling on, I love it when you call my name. All I need, darling, is a life in your shape I picture it, soft and I ache

there is a light that never goes out - the smiths

Oh, please don't drop me home¨. Because it's not my home, it's their home And I'm welcome no more To die by your side Is such a heavenly way to die. And if a ten-ton truckKills the both of us To die by your side. Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

From the start - laufey

Don't you dare look at me that way I don't need reminders of how you don't feel the same. Oh, the burning pain Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate "She's so perfect", blah, blah, blah That when I talk to you Oh, Cupid walks right through And shoots an arrow through my heart. And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it, too? Confess I loved you from the start

Enamorada - Miranda!

Mi corazón palpitaba, Cada vez que ese hombre se me acercaba. Y con el tiempo me empezó a gustar. Debo decir que no me fue tan mal Ahora estoy mucho mejor, Porque me di cuenta que tuvo sentido Haber recorrido lo que recorrí. Si al final de cuentas él era mi recompensa, Qué suerte que nunca me fui

Somethin' Stupid - Frank Sinata

And then I go and spoil it all. By saying something stupid like "I love you"

Dreams - the cranberries

Then I open up and see. The person falling here is me A different way to be And now I tell you openly, You have my heart so don't hurt me. You're what I couldn't find

Love on top - beyoncé

I can feel the sun whenever you're near. Every time you touch me, I just melt away Nothing's perfect, but it's worth it. After fighting through my tears And finally, you put me first. Baby, it's you.

[fenrisisms]

the lovely @lastlightinternet tagged me in ye olde six song soundtrack for my ocs, presumably to cause me lasting psychic damage but unbeknownst to them i'm the Sound of my ocs Guy. so anyway they picked some guys and i made some soundtracks. i was really unwell about this. some of them escaped containment and got seven songs, even. i even annotated the playlists. enjoy.

i'm not tagging anyone specific but if you see this and you want to have a crack consider yourself tagged by me c: i linked all the songs on youtube but everything is available on spotify as well if thats more ur speed.

RIVA AMELL -

1. an event that defines their past: knock me down - youngblood hawke [circle. enough said.] 2. how they see themself: i was born, i have lived, i will surely die - young guns 3. how others see them: don't stop me now - queen 4. their closest dynamic: see you in a bit (i still care) - teen jesus and the jean teasers [in the context of origins i think many of his closest relationships are in a state of change and he is at a point of disillusionment with them & struggles to accept that he can be hurt by the actions of people he loved and trusted and still hold that love for them. many such cases for him, mostly people he knew in the circle.] be that as it may - herizen (the get down soundtrack) [the natural conclusion to the aforementioned arc. to me] 5. fight scene music: if u seek amy - britney spears 6. closing credits: blackbiird - beyoncé ft tanner adell, brittney spencer, tiera kennedy & reyna roberts

EIRA MAHARIEL -

1. an event that defines their past: o death - amy van roekel & jeff grace (until dawn official soundtrack) 2. how they see themself: labour in vain - mac the knife [she is depressed and angry but she has a job to do so she can't really care about all that rn. but she does <3] 3. how others see them: smile - wolf alice 4. their closest dynamic: physical - dua lipa [the way this absolutely does not fit on this playlist but it is The eira x alistair ride or die dynamic mental amv song to me. personally. also kind of doubles as a fight song to me because the play on physical (boinking) and Physical (beating the shit outta somebody with ur boyfie) is fun. to me.] 5. fight scene music: raise hell - dorothy 6. closing credits: i hope you dance - lee ann womack

BRONSON COUSLAND -

1. an event that defines their past: second chance - shinedown [there are not a lot of songs about your whole family being murdered by a trusted family friend. so mostly for the twins i did this based on their mental state Before That.] 2. how they see themself: broadfields - young guns 3. how others see them: i won't back down - tom petty 4. their closest dynamic: he ain't heavy (he's my brother) - the hollies [bronson is more shaped by bryant than the other way around so he gets this one. everything he does in origins is for the good of his brother. even some of the more bonkers things. he is not coping] because the night - patti smith [i had So many bronson/zevran songs in mind. ultimately this one made the cut because the Sound of it just works for the emotions they evoke. guys who remember the will to live together.] 5. fight scene music: gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight) - abba 6. closing credits: a beautiful life - dorothy

BRYANT COUSLAND -

1. an event that defines their past: caught up - chapel [this one stumped me for the longest time because So so much the cousland murder drives his whole character arc but uh. this sums up where he was Right before that pretty well!] 2. how they see themself: landslide - the chicks 3. how others see them: changes - david bowie 4. their closest dynamic: romeo and juliet - dire straits ["hey i know ur husband just died and also we had a screaming affair breakup like 10 months ago right before i was presumed dead but is now a good time to talk about getting married" is basically the same thing as "you and me babe, how 'bout it?" right? anyway bryant x anora song.] 5. fight scene music: holding out for a hero - jennifer saunders (shrek soundtrack) 6. closing credits: that's life - t-pain (live from the sun rose)

KATARI ADAAR -

1. an event that defines their past: rest in peace - dorothy [again there are not many songs that encapsulate the exact circumstances of her background and i refused to put a six60 song on this playlist so this works well enough <3] 2. how they see themself: missile - dorothy i like it heavy - halestorm [at this point i was just like there are So many dorothy songs in this lineup. i should throw something else in there. so i did. but i couldn't get rid of the other one it works too good] 3. how others see them: we will rock you - in this moment ft lzzy hale, marina brink & taylor momsen 4. their closest dynamic: black sheep - dorothy [inside her mercenary company that i invented from scratch are her chosen siblings so. this song is about them and their dynamic <3] 5. fight scene music: enter sandman - rina sawayama [this was so hard for her because so many of the songs on this playlist could double as fight scene songs. so for the last two i just picked songs that Sonically vibe since the lyrical heavy lifting was done earlier LOL] 6. closing credits: poison - starbenders

SYRACUSE TREVELYAN -

1. an event that defines their past: fuyu no hanashi - given (given soundtrack) [contextually this song is about grieving/moving on from a dead lover but without knowing the full nuances of the language it's vague enough that it COULD work about a dead sibling. see the vision] 2. how they see themself: towers (on my way) - young guns 3. how others see them: now come on now (mell hall remix) - KYE ft mell hall 4. their closest dynamic: if i fall you're going down with me - the chicks [again. many such bull x syracuse songs vying for the title but this one is just So funny and exactly how syracuse approaches that relationship. if he's experiencing love for the first time so are you. bitch.] 5. fight scene music: 365 - charli xcx 6. closing credits: this hell - rina sawayama

[holy3cake]

Get to know you better!

Thank you for the tag @lancedoncrimsonwings!

Do you make your bed? Yep, but somehow my sheets never seem to fit properly. I hate the snappy corners.

Favourite number? 3 or 13, I really like "unlucky" numbers, but I do tend to get good news in 3's so I'm drawn to that number.

What's your job? I work in conservation, but I'm planning to start my PhD soon (employment psychology).

If you could go back to school, would you? Absolutely, and I did! I had some years out when I was younger, and I was scared that I couldn't return after that, but University honestly made who I am today :). If I had infinite money, I would go back and do at least two more degrees (I have a bachelor's in Psychology, but I would 100% go back and do English Lit and History).

Can you parellel park? Uhhh the first time I drove a car (my first and ONLY driving lesson) I drove into another car because I have AWFUL spatial awareness. So no, I cannot parallel park haha.

Do you think aliens are real? I'm kinda undecided on this one. I think I've watched too many horror movies so it's warped my overall view on aliens as a concept, but I would like to think they are real. But it's the psychologist in me that says no. I'm a bit of sceptic (especially with ghosts as well).

Can you drive a manual car? Following my previous car answer, the first car I drove was a Corsa without power-assisted driving and I was yanking the steering wheel like my instructor had suggested, but I crashed. So uhhh...no.

Guilty pleasure?...... I mean, apart from Harry Gilby? Probably not many, but I do like a shortbread (I try not to eat them because they have wayyyy too much sugar).

Tattoos? Unfortunately not, but I will endeavour to get @lancedoncrimsonwings to do a Daniel Sharman tattoo for me one day lmao.

Favourite colour? I used to love yellow when I was younger, but now I really like gold or bronze, almost candle tones.

Favourite type of music? I will listen to just about anything, but currently my playlist consists of Dua Lipa and Sabrina Carpenter. I always put on a good medieval lo-fi soundtrack when I'm writing though.

Do you like puzzles? I am extremely partial to a good sudoku puzzle, but I do like jigsaws as well (I just don't have a lot of time to do them).

Any phobias? I have Hydrophobia, but it's not as severe as it was when I was little. My husband is teaching me how to swim, so it's really nice to be able to get over that fear. I used to be scared of dogs as well, but now I love them :)

Favourite childhood sport? I genuinely don't know if this is a secondary school fever dream, but did anyone ever play benchball? When you stand on a bench and throw a softball at people? If you catch the ball, you get to join those on the bench, but if the ball hits you you're disqualified? It was absolutely hilarious.

Do you talk to yourself? Yeeeep, I think we all do don't we? Although I tend to just kind of speak aloud, normally when I'm writing or reading.

Tea or coffee? I really love coffee flavoured things, but despise coffee itself. Like coffee and walnut cake is my absolute dream. But I have to choose tea, I'm probably the most stereotypical Brit you'll meet, I would carry a box of tea with me if I could lmao. Earl grey is my go to though, especially to enjoy with @waterfallsilverberrywrites TLK fanfics :)

What movies do you adore? I am an absolute horror buff, I'm working my way through every single one. Buuuut my favourite movie is Love, Rosie, so take from that what you will haha.

No pressure tags: (Please do not feel pressured to answer all of the questions, this is purely what you're comfortable with :))

@jayalover @lord-aldhelm @waterfallsilverberrywrites @persephones-journey @redacted-thething @cary-elwes @book-and-music-lover

[airbrushfather]

50 and 76 ❕

asks from this post!! thank you c!!

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

oh boy i've been waiting for an opportunity to publicise this story because it's so insane. me and my friend go for breakfast every friday and one week i had no plans afterwards so we were just hanging out in town for a bit, and we passed the market which was at that time only two stalls: one selling flowers, and one selling fish. now, we live in a very small town next to several other very small towns, so if you frequent this market you know the people who run each stall. usually, it's two men who run the fish stall, but on this day, it was two women. my friend (t) very loudly and very happily says "oh!! fish women!". the women smile. i comment about how this seems like a strange word for mermaid and t politely informs me (in the making-up-bullshit way you do to your friends) that the fish women is actually a group of activists. naturally, i prod her on this. what are they campaining for? i don't know, says t, we are just women for fish. oh, not fish for women? no. women for fish. has someone... hurt the fish? yes, says t, the government. oh? i say, tell me more. we get to the bus stop. t sits on the curb with me and tells me about the women for fish movement, which as it turns out, is something they're doing because the british government is putting bleach in the water in the seaside town she is from (this is not true, but sometimes when you're friends with people like i'm friends with, you begin method acting. i think it's good training for my hopeful upcoming scare acting gig.) i'm prodding about this town and it turns out that everyone who lives there is either a woman, or married to a woman. i think this is a little unfair on gay men or single people or widowers. t shrugs and says, feminism. as it transpires, as we get on the bus and later go to t's house, none of the women can read or write and the seaside town (whose name changed every time someone said it, but was always somewhere close to fishton-upon-ribblesley) has no internet, no cars, and no healthcare. i (naturally) assume the character of the first tourist this town has had for years and am curious to know more. my name is jemima puddleduck, and i've come here to find my long lost family. as it turns out, fishley-by-the-sea is a microstate of england, and its own independent enclave, not even governed by british parliment. their system of government, instead, is based on fifteen increasingly ridiculous rules (which included, from memory, all of the rules from the song 'new rules' by dua lipa, and the fact that you have to train to be a blacksmith) and the first rule is that anyone who wants to be an elected official must be sent out to sea and return safely. you'd think, for a seaside town, that everyone would be at least somewhat skilled in seafaring, but no -- every single elected official they have sent out to sea has not returned, so they've not elected any new officials in years. the only one to ever come back is a man whose government name is grandad puddleduck. first name grandad. last name puddleduck.

hold on, i say, my last name is puddleduck. is he my grandad? it turns out yes, and i have to go and meet him because i was not raised in fisherdale-upon-hammersmith and have never known my family. it turns out i have a sister here too, whose name i can't remember, but she has a husband named gavin and two alive children, many, many dead ones. gavin is a bird. my poor old grandad is sick to bastard death of being elected official, especially since i imagine his business in town is mostly just sending people to die at sea. i tell him, i will become the new elected official so you can live out your old age by the sea peacefully, and maybe then i'll make some changes to this godforsaken place. like teaching the women to read. okay, says grandad, who is played by t, but you'll have to follow all the rules. the first rule is that all elected officials must be sent out to sea and come back whole, as you know. i decide to befriend the local fishermen and see if one of them will take me out in his boat. (is that against the rules? grandad says there's nothing in the book about it, so it's probably okay.) the first man i meet is named michael spearman (which i, the real me, danny, not jemima) genuinely just pulled out of my brain and did not know who it was attached to. i knew he was someone, but i couldn't really remember who at this time. i had a lot on my brain, such as the other fourteen fucking rules i would have to follow in order to become elected. it's appropriate, though, because he spears the fish. we affectionately name him fishermichael. fishermichael agrees to take me out in his boat, and it's a lovely little trip out into the ocean. however, as i learn the hard way, fishermike has a terrible condition wherein he will collapse if he hears a profanity. what fishermichael deems to be a profanity varies wildly based on how t (who is also playing fishermichael) is feeling. several times, i swear and fishermike is knocked out cold, and i have to go and do a side quest in order to kill time before he wakes up. eventually, we go out to sea, and for the first time, a prospective elected official begins rule 2.

what is rule 2, you ask? i can't fucking remember. this shit was taking hours. however, somewhere along the way i do indeed learn to be a blacksmith, and it turns out the blacksmith family thinks i am horrible. this will not fare me well in the election.

i also meet a character called archaeological dave. he runs the archaeology society, which he runs out of a shack which he built around a large statue he unearthed of a bald man holding a huge pickaxe, engraved with the phrase 'me when i go digging'. i will attach a picture for reference of what this statue may have looked like. an approximate recreation made by the greatest minds of our archaeological generation. archaeological dave drinks lots of coffee, which i soon come to learn is laced with cocaine. tons of cocaine.

he helps me complete some more of the tasks i need to do. i honestly don't remember most of them. once all fifteen rules have been completed, the town holds a very big celebration on the beach, including a maypole dance, a wreath making contest, afternoon tea, and a choir led by my brother in law the bird. as it turns out, poor old fishermike has another unfortunate condition where hearing music makes him turn into a table. this proves very frustrating when i have to ask him if he would vote for me and he can only speak in table wobbles.

my final task as elected official to be is to go around and 'hold the election', which involves asking every character i have met if they would like to elect me. almost everyone says yes, except for the blacksmith, who is just a wanker for some reason. i think grandad puddleduck once accidentally broke into his workshop and smithed something and he wasn't a big fan of that. but, cmon, blacksmith, i'm two generations removed from that and i'm new in town. give me a break. his wife and children say yes anyway, so i'm not that bothered.

after my flurry of yesses (and t forgetting how to do most of the voices), i am finally there. ready to become elected official of fishwick-upon-fishwick and bring literacy to it's women and install a proper healthcare system. but there's one problem.

remember when i said all women in fishborough-southwest-of-lumbago are married?

jemima is not married.

i have to frantically run around and find an unmarried man (who isn't also a child or my relative) but it's proving very difficult. hope is fading. i will have to abandon this small, small, small country and leave it's poor female populus without the joy of ever reading 'this is just to say' by william carol williams, or writing 'woz ere' on a toilet door. how will i ever live with myself?

but then. oh, then.

out of the darkness comes my shining light. his wife is dead. she's buried in the garden. he's on so much fucking cocaine.

archaeological dave.

(by this point, it's like 3pm. me and t left breakfast at about 10. this has been going on for fucking hours. and, to answer the question, we've been laughing our asses off the whole time)

i propose to archaeological dave and we become engaged. that's kind of the end, it fizzles out around here, because t and i are just in hysterics. what the fuck have we just done for the last approximately five hours? we've been in her garden, playing a roleplaying game like children. my phone is full of people asking where the fuck i've gone. t's mum is inside and has heard the whole thing through the open kitchen window.

my stomach muscles hurt for the next three days.

so, probably that.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

anyway. it's mash tater.

[headlessmage]

Glad to see you back friend!

Aset and/or Wesir please? 🙏

(Thank you friend, I’m so glad to be back on the right path! This may or not be relevant for you, but I based this prayer off of old petitions where you claim to be a specific Netjer in order to get the other Netjeru to listen!)

Dua Aset and Wesir!

Divine Parents, Divine Siblings,

Queen and King of the Duat!

I know you, for I am your Son,

Heru-Sa-Aset!

Hear my pleas, for I am your Sister,

Nebthet!

Let none impede my way,

For I am your Son!

Let my prayers reach your ears,

For I am your Sister!

Aset, you who are the Mother and Sister,

Who creates the Sky, the Earth, and Underworld,

I am your Brother Wennifer!

Protect me and assist me!

Wesir, you who are Husband and Brother,

Lord of the deceased and the Underworld,

I am your sister Aset!

Protect me and assist me!

[aggresivelyfriendly]

Harry Styles: One night only

Her lip might as well be covered in her favorite red lipstick for all the abuse it's taking. Sylvia knew she was a bit of a mess getting out the door, it had been one of those mornings at the end of a holiday where the country they were in seemed finished with them. They'd gotten lost, gotten fined and she'd even got hit by a car, gently but- still.

It was time to leave, but with locking their key cards in their suite and the restaurant they'd dined at seemingly having a single person kitchen and a 100 person dining room, she was so ready for bed and overwhelmed she did not do her normal before bed check of her wallet and passport, nor did she plan her airport outfit to

Maximize comfort and minimize time at security.

All of her time went to propping her eyelids open, a la a looney tunes character while supervising her family packing once they'd finally eaten some food and made it back home.

These were the only excuses she could come up with as to why she left her pocketbook with everything at the hotel.

The flight was early, she might be able to beat housekeeping.

"Amor," Sylvia's voice carried the alarm she was feeling like the tornado sirens she found shrill when they visited Chicago once. "I've left my pocketbook."

Her husband looked up from His laptop unbothered in the airport Lounge, "phone the hotel. We can have it sent."

What. "What?" Her voice went up an octave. Her daughter gave her the don't embarrass me eyes and her husband's lips thinned into a grim line. The country may have wanted her out, but at the moment, she wasn't happy with her traveling companions. No one seemed to feel the fire in her

Circumstances.

"It's ok. We are valued clients." He rubbed the back of her hand. His attempt to placate her didn't work, she was not soothed.

"No, no, it will not do, I can't be without my cards and license, I have to be at school this week. I'll head to the hotel and retrieve it and meet you all tomorrow morning. May I have my passport?"

Sylvia could tell he wanted to slow her down, change her mind, but years of marriage had assured him of how unlikely he would be to give her a new destination when her mind was set on a path.

He handed over the passport with a sweet buss to her lips and a "see you at home, love you, and I hope you have a boring flight, mi amor."

She barely remembered the taxi ride to the airport, her knee bouncing, catching her nail on the door handle, ripping it, filing it on the cross grain of her jeans when she realized her glass file was packed in a bag on its way to Miami.

The front desk was helpful, as helpful as they could be. "I'm sorry Senora, but someone is already in the suite."

"Well, could I at least go knock on the door?"

"I'm sorry, Sra. but the new occupant isn't to be disturbed." The young lady at the counter looked sympathetic, but unmoved. She wasn't going to get Sylvia to the penthouse floors.

Which is how she found herself on the elevator behind someone else with the golden key that indicated they could access the exclusive floor her suite had been on. The couple paid her no mind as they seemed completely caught up in each other, luckily.

They went opposite directions and by the giggling and fast feet on the floor Sylvia was sure they paid her not a thought more. She found herself in a fit of nerves right before she knocked on the door. Who could be behind it? The hotel staff had been so cagey, but giddy. At the time, she'd just been annoyed, now she was puzzled.

Who could be behind the door, Bolsanaro? Some other political asshat, Brad Pitt here for a scout location, Dua Lipa on a quick holiday?

It was only her fatigue and sudden wish to be home that gave her the will to hit her knuckles upon the door.

She checked her watch, it was 11, surely the person inside wouldn't be to pissed at being disturbed.

Pissed wasn't the condition of the man who opened the door, bedraggled in a louche, sensual way was more accurate.

Sylvia felt her mouth go dry.

His hair looked like 100 hands had been raked through it, his lips looked swollen and reddened from affection and his shirt was non existent.

His briefs were minor and a nearly see through white.

The major thing of note though was he was Harry Styles.

"Cono!" Sylvia blushed and quickly found a new tongue. "Sorry, sorry, I'm here for my wallet!"

"What?" He rubbed his eye, and it might have been boyishly endearing if not for her severe attraction to him, and her long standing crush.

Sylvia was a big fan.

She loved his music. She'd seriously considered asking to stay a few more nights to catch his concert, but it hadn't fit in with her husband's work  schedule.

Sylvia shook her head and closed her eyes to find the right words to explain, her tongue tangled over the translation that usually came second nature between her brain and her mouth. She took a breath. "I'm sorry, let me try to explain. I need to come in. I was staying in this room last night, and I left my wallet in the bedside table. I sent my family on ahead, they must be headed to Miami by now, because I'll need it for the week, so I was hoping to get into your room to check. I'm sorry to be an imposition, but May I look?"

"You want to check out my drawers?" He dimpled, clearly waking up enough to find some cheek.

Drawers? That was slang for..

Sylvia's eyes dropped to his, underpants, for just a second. "Um, yes. Im so sorry to disturb you Mr. Styles."

His eyes opened a little, maybe because she had admitted to recognizing him, and he looked

Down, where her eyes had jsut been, and said. "You've seen me almost naked, I think you can call me Harry." And he stepped back to allow her in.

Well, Sylvia thought, this was the most in the flesh time she'd seen him naked, but she'd seen more of him in photo shoots. She shook those

Recollections from her head and thanked him going straight for the bedroom, pointedly not looking at the rumpled bedding he slept in, let alone sitting on it to rifle through the bedside table.

"!Gloria!" She exclaimed when she located her monogrammed pocketbook and opened it. She squeezed it to her chest when she found all her cash and cards including her Florida driver's license in place.

"Good news then?" Harry had found a shirt she was loathe to notice and was leaning against a door frame.

She could make out the Brasil tattoo on his high thigh. His knees were a safer place to look, until she noticed the little Italian words she'd forgotten were inked there. He was so distracting, she had to get out of there.

"Yes! Thank you! So much, I'm so sorry for rudely waking you up. I should go, try to catch up to my flight. Maybe I can get out of Chile today." Her mind was already running through contingency plans if not.

"Hmmm, that's too bad, I was going to insist you come out to my show tonight as my guest, since I was rude enough to take over your room before they were even able to clear it enough to have your pocketbook at lost property."

oh!"oh!" Sylvia said. She'd love to go to his show... but "I should probably get back." She would really like to see his show. "Or at least I need to check and see if I can manage a flight even." Did he offer tickets to everyone he even slightly inconvenienced or met?

"Please, make yourself comfortable" he motioned toward the bed, but Sylvia made her way to the couch to find a seat and open her phone.

She cursed under her breath and was thankful she had a carry on with necessities.

"Any luck?" He was right on her left, over her shoulder and the back of the couch. Sylvia could feel his heat and see his tattoos, both in her mind's eye and in her periphery.

"No luck. The next flight I can get on is about this time tomorrow." She allowed her eyes to meet his.

He pursed his lips and shrugged one shoulder. "Ah well, let's call the front desk and get you a room." He came and sat next to her, his shorts riding up high, exposing his lean long thighs, to reach over and pick up the phone. "Id offer the couch, but it's become sort of the unofficial after party spot."

"I thought you went to bed early and didn't party on tour?" She may as well be wearing a t- shirt with his face on it.

He smirked knowingly and pressed down on the hotel phones hang up button. "Well, usually. But have you tried to go to bed in Chile, or anywhere in South America?"

She could feel the smile on her lips creeping yup her face despite her best efforts to control it.

"Stupid question." He laughed like a hammer trigger had been tripped and he couldn't stop the honk he made from issuing forth.

"I grew up here, so I did a fair job going to bed for 18 years or so."

"Even when you were 16-18?" he raised his perfect eyebrows at her.

"No, I suppose it was difficult to go to bed a time or two when I was around that age." Unless there was someone waiting in a bed for her.

"But, it's hard for me to go out, anywhere, but here I get..."

Mobbed, she knew, the streets could flow with people not water. It was a wonderful and wary thing. So she just nodded.

"In any case, once you get your flight sorted and a place to sleep secured, you should come to the show, for your trouble, and if you like, come back here for the after party, you know your way about the place." He nudged her shoulder smiling.

God his dimples were stunning, she was so happy to have left her wallet. This felt like the beginning of one of her fantasies about this man.

She shook that thought out of her head. That was too unlikely to entertain. Now she just had to wait until Jaime made it home to explain her predicament, and plans to make the most of it, to him."

"Well," she found herself saying two hours later. "I'm already stuck here, so I would like to see him." Naked.

She'd tried to quell the excitement in her voice when she told Roberto about Harry staying in their room, sharing the bed they'd fucked in, but he already knew. She tried to keep her slight obsession normal. To act like she was a normal fan with a normal amount of interest in a musical artist, but her Google alert and compulsive need to buy whatever magazine cover he was on betrayed her.

Her husband knew her, or at the very least shared a home with her.

"Do you have an outfit for it?" He finally asked, and she knew that was his tacit approval, and why she loved him, he knew to ask the important questions.

"Not yet, I have a back up option among my things, but" she checked her watch, she should have time.

"You're gonna go shop a bit?" He asked with a audible smile.

"Si." She laughed with him.

His laugh had always been her favorite. She was a lucky woman.

"Well, don't do to much damage, youll only wear it for a Short time."

Her mind shot to Harry taking it off her, but she couldn't imagine that's what her husband meant.

"Well, since I'm his guest, I'll need to make an impression."

"His guest? Where are you sitting?"

She wasn't sure. "His assistant is getting in touch, I don't know the details."

Even she was shocked when her phone rang and it was Harry's assistant. Apparently she was going with his small entourage to the stadium, a few hours early. She was glad her shopping had been successful and quick. Harry wasn't among those traveling to the venue, not the bands whose faces she was familiar with, they must have went much earlier for sound Check.

Rather than the nosebleeds. Or maybe the suite she had been expecting, Sylvia found herself backstage. The place was a bit like a carnival and street fair all in one. There were instruments here, food and drink there, and Harry Styles everywhere.

He encouraged her to come watch his opener with him, after he'd made her a plate and made sure to find her drink of choice.

She was a little rusty as it had been many years, but it felt like a really weird date. Since she'd arrived he'd paid her a lot of specific attention. Her eyes drifted down to her wedding ring, and he caught it, while they watched Koffee working the crowd.

"What does your husband do?" He leaned back against the speaker he was standing next to.

"He's a journalist?" It wasn't a question, but she was looking into his eyes and they were so green she was a bit overcome.

He seemed to skip over her faux pas.

"And do you work outside the home?"

"I used to, but, we have been traveling a lot and my daughter's schedule kept filling up, so lately I've just been running her from engagement to appointment." It was so much more

Complicated Than that. But she had a nice life, no one wanted to hear her complain.

His eyes narrowed for just a second, and then softened before he asked, "do you miss it?"

And she was honest, with herself even, "yea, everyday." But she knew it would be a few years before she could justify working because she wanted to.

Harry just nodded, leaned a little closer. "Need another?" He gestured to her caipirinha.

She loved them, but those things were deadly. Best to tread lightly. "Not yet."

He nodded and his hair didn't bounce the way she wished it would, bound up in his cute little clip.

She was having a lovely time, even talking about her family, her lost dreams. He seemed to be genuinely interested in hearing her talk, in fetching her drinks, in meeting her needs. There were so many people around them he could be focusing on, his job to do coming upon them as well, but she couldn't help but feel like a really good date.

It wasn't, but if it was, this would be a first date she didn't come home from. In her younger years, she would t even feel bad about it.

Jaime was her last date, and she went home from that one, but only because she knew, somehow, that soon her address and last name would be his.

Sylvia relaxed into the moment and found herself dancing side stage. The rhythms were not exactly her own, but the overlap caught her hips in a twirl. Another drink found her hands and Harry danced a little to, she taught him a step, and his hands on her hips once he picked it up all too quickly were warm at their point of contact and hot between.

He excused himself to get ready by the time she was breathless and ready for another drink or whatever else he had to offer.

That meant she shouldn't have it, and she was happy for that decision when he came onstage. She didn't want to forget this, watching her favorite current artist from an intimate location among the traveling circus he was ring master of was an experience to savor.

The light show from the fans had her holding back tears, and his beautiful cover song, one she only vauguely remembered hearing a time or two in her life, had her feelings all over her cheeks. Her fingers snatched them away along with her sense of right and wrong, even propriety.

So when Harry asked her to come to the after party at his suite, the only answer was yes.

When she called her husband to explain her predicament, she found herself passing the phone to her new found, friend.

After Harry's compliment, he'd called her incredible and congratulated her husband on his lucky match while looking in her eyes and his voice was deep and powerful enough to fill every mile between her and her family and responsibilities, she almost didn't need her husband's sanction.

She was sure Jaime had made it before the show in jest, but hearing Harry's voice say her name and talk about her in a tone that resonated between her thighs like a guitar string plucked by his expert fingers, it wasn't a joke to her anymore.

It was a prophecy.

"oh god... well, if you get the chance to fuck him you have my blessing. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity" Jaime had said, with a chuckle, but they'd been married long enough for her to hear the worry, the anxiety about her actually taking her chance. But, he'd said the words hours ago when only the invitation had been extended, when the possibility was remote, and she was just selfish enough, looking at Harry's long lean body, his tattooed arms and chest, fine boned, long fingers wrapped entirely around his caiparinha, to ignore the false note in his benediction.

If Harry came on to her, Sylvia would spread her legs willingly.

Her pussy was already throbbing at the mere thought of tracing his newly revealed muscles with her fingertips and tongue. She'd always found him beautiful, from the first time she came across his long haired self singing a vibrato she felt everywhere, but now, everything about him was sharpened, refined, hewn, like he'd been baked.

He looked delicious.

Sylvia was sure her pupils were blown, nipples hard, and pulse visible when Harry seemed to feel her reckless stare just after she'd disconnected the call and he'd been summoned away from her to another part of the room. His eyes caught hers and his narrowed for just a second, he breathed out his nose and cleared his throat, she saw it happen, before he let his eyes drop to her mouth, breasts, lower. She didn't avert her stare, and his answering smirk tightened her lower belly along with her resolve.

She was going to fuck Harry Styles and do it with no compunction or inhibition. She'd only have him for one night.

Sylvia intend to milk it, the experience, the fantasy, his cock, for all it was worth.

Once her decision was made, she'd decided to put away any guilt about it, she began nursing her drinks, she'd be damned if she'd forget this whole night, one second of it.

Across the room, for the next hour or so as the party thinned and thinned, she and Harry would catch each others eye, share a smile or smoldering glance.

He seemed as resolved as she was.

When the party had dwindled to just 5 or so people, Harry and herself included, Sylvia nearly didn't noticec she'd been teaching one of the last remaining ladies the skirt flounces of the marinera to the reaggaeton beat the party had settled into. Her dress was really to short for it, but she could feel Harry's eyes on her thighs, so the flashes of her thong, wet down the middle whether he could see or not, and the cool air on her bare ass every once in a while fueled her

Fire.

She'd just decided to have a bit of water, walking away still laughing with her dance partner who remained on the makeshift dance floor, when Harry slipped behind her, his body heat immediately quieted her giggles while her cheeks warmed. He smelled so good, she almost leaned her head back on his chest to get a whiff, and remembered her promise to herself for the night, to take this all the way and do it like it wasn't their first time, but instead like it was their only.

So she lay her head back on his rounded chest and tilted her chin just enough to take a healthy whiff.

His arm slipped around her waist quickly, behind the small bar where she'd gone to find the water. Luckily the low wall was enough to block their lower bodies. He pressed himself against her and murmured, "did you just smell me?"

Sylvia's eyes looked up though her lashes quickly, "yes." She whispered back, letting her alcohol tinged breath waft over his perfect pink mouth.

He bit his lip then, pressed his warm firm erection against her ass and said, "hmmm, do you need a night cap?"

Sylvia shook her head, she was more than ready to get drunk on him. "No, but I'd like to drink you in, if you'd like."

He closed his eyes briefly and nodded, "Head on into my bedroom while I get rid of everybody, ok?"

She appreciated the bid for consent, though since their eye contact earlier, both of their intentions here had been transparent.

Sylvia wasn't in the bedroom long, just long enough to find herself at the window, looking out at the cityscape she herself had enjoyed from this room for several days.

She heard the door close, a shotgun to her races, and would have turned to him, had he not taken both of her hands and pressed her palms to the glass, her whole body compressed between him, hot and hard behind her and the cool glass igniting her front.

"Harry!" She moaned.

"Get used to saying that." He groaned out, nipping at her jaw, nudging with his nose to gain access to her neck. On a shiver, she turned her head enough to catch his eye. "Give me your mouth." His lips tingled against Hers and she obeyed. Her pout met his, and the edges of her consciousness blurred, between the sensations of his warm body, full lips and wet tongue, she was panting. "Are you sure?" He asked. "What about your husband?"

She really thought she'd covered this, she'd "jokingly" mentioned backstage at the venue that he was her hall Pass and her husband had given the green light not two hours before.

Sylvia turned in his arms, "hall pass, yes?" He looked a little unsure, so she slipped her hands up his chest, caressing the sides of his neck, and into the ends of his curly hair. When his eyes closed, she knew she had him. "I don't see anybody here but you and I." His eyes fluttered open and Sylvia gave a tug to his thick locks.

They didn't close but they darkened.

His eyelids did fall when he buttoned their lips together. She knew her eyes had gotten heavy with his gravity too. The simple lip locks were lovely, but when his tongue slithered out to wet her lips, she felt an accompanying swelling in her panties.

She loved slippery kisses. Her mouth opened to him and welcomed his sliding, slipping muscle. The kiss was promising. If he set her to tingling like this from minor contact...

When he reached beneath her ass and lifted her effortlessly onto his hips her head fell back. His mouth moved to her neck and she lost herself to the sensation until he dropped her into the bed, she might have bounced had his body not caught her reverb. He pressed her back just a bit and deepened the kiss he'd initiated as soon as he reconnected their lips.

"Mmm" he gave her the sexiest set of dimples, "what do you like?" His hand came up, his thumb twitching back and forth over the nipple pressing through the thin material of her dress.

She liked that. Her moan might have been enough, but she was thinking he need words. "I'm thinking I'll like anything you do to me." It was true, he turned her on just being him.

His lips pursed, "well then," his voice was low and dark, he pinched her nipple this time and she lost her breath. "That's better. What do you love?"

God, what did she love? Should she be super honest? Her hand came up over his on her tit and gave it a strong squeeze. He got the mesage, copying her pressure and was a quick study when her took over.

"What else?" He asked those words against her mouth. And started licking her neck.

"I like sucking and bites on my neck." He immediately switched his game up. "I prefer hands to mouth on my tits." He pinched her nipple at that. "But, you're welcome to suck them if that's what you like. He pulled a tip out and licked it, when he bit she, "Harry!"

"What else?" Her dress was unwrapped at that. His fingers coasted down her stomach and played with the edges of her panties while he ran his mouth down.

"I've always wanted to know what that mouth could do." That was an understatement. She'd fantasized about that too many times to count.

He smiled and picked her legs up, kissing one thigh and biting the other before licking right over where her panties had darkened. "You like to be given head?" He nudged her panties out of the way and took a whiff, groaning while she panted.

"Fuck, yes!"

"How do you like it?" He nosed at her clit.

"I like licking." He obliged and her head fell back. Top to tail, his head worked and her fingers dove into his hair to direct him. His tongue hooked under her hood and caught the bead of pleasure there on each upswing. It had her writhing. He sucked on the point of pleasure he'd found. "Not so hard there." Sylvia cautioned. He licked around her labia and she shivered.

"What else?"

"When you suck, open your mouth more, vacuum like, and lick too." When he complied she nearly lost it, his hand came around her thighs to the bowl of her pelvis and held her down.

"If you keep going, I'm gonna come." She warned.

He looked up, mouth wet with her, slippery with spit and arousal. "Yeah? good!" He was just about to go back at it when she decided to ask for the fantasy playing in her head.

"Can I ride your face?" Fuck, she hadn't done that since, well before she got married. And the idea of looking down at that head and those lips and swiping his beautiful nose like a credit card could have got her off alone.

He made a sound in his throat, slid her panties down her legs with her assitance, and picked her up by her hips, sliding her up the bed and reversing their position, placing her right over his open mouth all in one motion.

Fuck!

"Be my guest.." he let the words blow against her clit and she gulped before pulling her lips apart to sit her clit on his waiting tongue. She got a rhythm going, riding his slick muscle from her sensitive quivering hole to where he labia gathered. She wanted to feel his tongue farther back.

She wanted his fingers there, well, everywhere. She grabbed his hand from beside him and brought it through the bottom of her legs and pressed his hand to her vaginal opening. He slipped two in and pressed against her front wall, finding the textured spot and hooking his fingers forward immediately. "Yes! Now suck." She put her clit right in his mouth squirming when he resumed his work from earlier.

When his thumb brushed her asshole she moaned louder. "Yeah?"

"You can play with me back there." She loved a little finger play and tongue there. He licked his fingers and her eyes rolled back in her head, when he decided just to put his mouth there to really get it wet, she knew she was done for. And so with his mouth open, tight, and working on her clit, his finger against her g spot and his thumb in her back openings it took little riding for her to begin to quiver and pulse.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She screamed along with his name and he pulled his hand free to hold her up when her legs could support her anymore. He licked her through until the aftershocks turned i to to much or not enough. She rolled off his glistening face. "Now you." She yanked him up and got his shirt off and pants open and down. He kicked them away.

"God yes!" She swallowed at his swollen, beautiful dick.

He rubbed it against her swollen lips as she went onto all fours to receive this communion. But before she did, she thought she'd extend him the same wonder he'd given her.

"What do you like?"

He giggled a bit, so becautiful above her, happy and pulsing with need. "I like a little tease, and deep throating. Maybe a little face fucking, but whatever you're comfortable with."

"Yes, to all of that. But, you're bigger than anybody, least since I've known what I'm doing. I'll tap your thigh if I need to breath?"

He nodded and she responded by licking around his top before getting a grip On him and licking from the seam of his very tight sack along the thick ridge up the bottom of his fluted head. He leaked a pearl of precum then and she was torn between licking it or swirling it around, she decided to do both. Spreading his taste around before she took the end of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around before flicking her it over his head again. He was so hard his fore skin had retracted and she slid it up and over the mushroom a couple times before taking him in to the hilt. She gave herself a few passes before she took a big breath, lay out her tongue and took him to the back of their throat, she relaxed then and pressed it through her tonsils, she held and swallowed, her nose in his groomed thatch.

Sylvia did this three more times, looking up on the last one to make eye contact.

"Ready?" He strained out. She nodded around her mouth full. He pumped in and started shallowly fucking her mouth politely if there was such a thing. He reached over her back and started to play with her wet Pussy then. It was a nice distraction for when he stopped being polite and put some force into his thrusts. She eventually had to tap out and pulled off gasping for breath.

"Cmere,!" He pulled his fingers out of her and when he had her standing on her knees face to face with him he smeared them over her swollen lips before kissing her deeply, rapacious tongue and a little teeth. "I can't decide whether to come in your mouth or get to fucking you."

Sylvia felt herself pulse.

"I want to taste you. If you finish in my mouth, how long until we can fuck?" God, his tongue had loosened Hers.

"Not long, I'm sure there's something else I can come up with to do to you while we wait." He smirked and licked into her lips once more before gently pressing her mouth back to his dick. This time he kept his hand on the back of her head and she opened wide to take him deep and swallowed around him until he filled her throat. She coated her tongue with his spunk for just a second, savoring the moment to commit his flavor to memory.

His hand fitted around her fragile throat like an egg and rose her mouth up to his for a kiss, full tongue to share their mingled flavors before grabbing the inside of her thighs, flipping her onto the mattress, her back meeting the bed with a bounce. That was a move but before she could swoon over it he was talking, "Flip over and move your hair to the side."

God, she liked when he gave orders too. Her long hair fit in the crease of her arm against her torso. She squealed when he opened her knees and pressed down on her low back. Her pussy was exposed to the air and she was so sensitive she could feel the change, it made her clench.

"Oh, you're a needy one." She guessed he'd seen her bodies' talk.

Harry kissed over her back and ran his fingers up and down her from her shoulders to her ass and down to her ankles even tickling her instep. On the way up, he stayed on the lane up her thigh and her moans must have been a green light for him when he reached the center of her body, perched up for access, he played on her wetness and spread it up and over her clit, the rubs there had her writhing but the pinch and slap drew his name.

"I like that." He said and she decided to be a little more liberal with screaming out his name, she'd need to get it out of her system before she went home.

His fingers coasted up and two fitted into her body, reaching up and forward. Several strokes had her turning, twisting and murmuring into the pillow she grabbed to bury her face into. A quick slap to her ass and a command to "let me hear you!" Left just her hands clutching the full fabric. He prodded and rubbed until she felt herself balloon inside, god it had been ages since she came like that. Right when she was ready to burst, he lifted her hips enough to slide his head under her, kept up the pressure and applied the flat of his tongue under her clitoral hood over her button and pulsed it against her until the friction and his fingers had her yanking her hips up when the ballon popped. She looked down at him, saw her pleasure running down his face like tears into the hair at his temples and slid her body down his torso. She reached back to be sure he'd been right about his cock getting hard again before she even caught her breath. She was hungry for more, invigorated by his expertise.

He was so hard in her hand, she had to look back to see it. His pulse beat into the head of his dick and was the red of his well used lips.

"Fuck!" She breathed. "Condom, I need to feel that inside me."

He was catching his breath from smothering between her thighs still. "The bedside." She grabbed the gold foil and scooted her wet core leaving a trail of moisture down to his thighs. Sylvia stroked over him a couple times, revealing and hiding the flute of his head a couple times.

"Please!" Harry begged from above her. She'd have to tease with him more during round two.

The condom rolled on, and she lifted herself, Harry instantly brought his hands to her hips, after spitting into his fingers and smearing it over the skinned tip of him.

Sylvia hovered over him and eased herself over the top of him, appreviteing the Audible pop of him as the head made its way through the ring of muscle at her entrance. "Fuck!" They both moaned and grinned at each other. Because the sensation was so pleasing, she backed off and came back over him twice more before easing her way inch by inch down until her thighs met his pelvis.

Her head fell back onto her trapezius and she rolled it side to side before grinding herself back and forth until she opened and it felt wet enough for her to begin riding him at a bounce. She got her legs under her and braced herself with his proffered hand for balance.

"Aw fuck!" Harry said while watching himself appear and disappear within her. She kept up her gallop until she had to hold her horses to stop the burning of her thighs.

Harry sat up at that and braced her at her sacrum, Sylvia swirled her hips against him before putting her hands behind her and pressing through her heels where they were placed behind her. Riding him from base to tip with a circular motion until he was groaning and he was sweating. Once he was sufficiently out of his mind and babbling, she started drawing him most of the way out before powering her hips down to bottom him out.

"Fuck, stop, I'm not ready to come." He said. Lifting her by the neck to his mouth, their lips meeting before their tongues met. "You feel si fucking good, love how filthy you are. It's too much."

"Feel free to get another taste if you need a break."Sylvia raised her eyebrow. "If you like dicked pussy that is."

"My favorite, specially when we're sharing a dick." He breathed.

Sylvia exhaled. Fuck, how was she supposed to be satisfied with tonight if he said shit like that, gave her ideas like that.

Before she could respond though, Harry had pulled out and was liking, sucking, and vacuuming her up. This time when she came, it was calmer, like her body knew this was just a break.

Before she'd caught her breath, he had his dick at her mouth, thighs spread at her chest. "Get me wet."

She took him deep, the preliminaries just previews, and the climax was nigh. She spit on him for good measure before he slid back to lift her legs together, knees up and ankles over his shoulders. He slipped in quick and found a hard deep cadence that hit all her spots.

Sylvia was cursing in Spanish and Harry was begging for more. "Knew when you started speaking Spanish, I'd been doing something right."

When he slid his hands to her ankles and extended them, kissing her ankles before guiding both legs to one side before resuming his heavy long stroke, she lost all words.

It only took a few more strokes before he was groaning. "Come with me!"

His command, her bodies pleasure. "Harry!" It became a chant through her convulsions and he only pushed through her pulsing muscles twice more before he lost his rhythm and gripped her hip so hard she was sure she'd have bruises over his stuttering "uh-uh-uh"

His body collapsed over her and she caressed his back and into his hair until he raised his head and smiled at her. "Shower?"

God his dimples were so beautiful bracketing his gorgeous mouth, even with a sheen of sweat all over him.

She could not wait to see him really wet in the shower. She intended to fuck him until the moment she'd miss her plane if she didn't stop.

She'd make the most of it- it was one night only.

[heavyhitterheaux]

One Last Sleep

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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y/ninsta and jackharlow: last sleep until we meet our babies earth side 💕

danivalentine: AHHHH I AM SO EXCITED!!!! urbanwyatt: my best friends in the entire world are about to become parents 😭(I mean they're already the parents of privategarden, but yall get it) saweetie: my bestie makes pregnancy look good! y/ninsta: saweetie I am literally a whale and I have to waddle everywhere, but go off sis lol saweetie: y/ninsta shut up and take the damn compliment smh danivalentine: three more people to love! 2forwoyne: I swear I'm not going to cry when we get to see them quiiso: 2forwoyne but how much you wanna bet urbanwyatt will? softtcurse: quiiso he may have already started lol druski2funny: how much do yall wanna bet that them triplets about to be bad as shit? lmaoooo jackharlow: druski2funny imma kick your ass for that smh y/ninsta: druski2funny they're going to be the perfect little angels! cut it out! lilnasx: can't wait to see yall in yall parent era claybornharlow: you look amazing y/ninsta! I'm glad that since you didn't choose me to be your husband, you're still in the family! jackharlow: claybornharlow what kind of back handed compliment was that? CAN I AT LEAST HAVE ONE DAY OF PEACE BEFORE I'M NOT ABOUT TO GET ANY SLEEP? claybornharlow: jackharlow no. dualipa: step mommy is here and ready for them to make their debut! jackharlow: dualipa I literally cannot with you anymore smh maggieharlow: these last few weeks have flown by! you two are going to be amazing parents! so so proud of the both of you! jackandy/naremyparents: well this is it! OMG three at one time?! lemme go pray for yall because..... WHEW normani: they are going to be absolutely beautiful and have the greatest set of parents! sza: when can I babysit?! jackharlowsource: BRB CRYING allthingsy/n: can't wait until they tell us their names! urbanwyatt: allthingsy/n urban henry wyatt there you go y/ninsta: URBY! CUT IT OUT! urbanwyatt: y/ninsta what I do?!!? theestallion: okay who do we think they're going to look like? yungskylark: theestallion they're definitely going to have curly hair since both of them have it anyway saweetie: hmm I'm thinking baby number 1 looks like y/ninsta dualipa: baby number 2 looks like me jackharlow: DUA! claybornharlow: dualipa you meant me jackharlow: what is WITH you two? quiiso: number 2 is jackharlow up and down and number 3 looks like both y/ninsta: I can tell you from the sonogram, number three doesn't look like me at all lol that's daddy's baby all the way but we'll see

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y/ninsta: the cutest date that I ever did see, look at my baby daddy 😍

jackharlow: had to do it one last time as a family of two 😭 urbanwyatt: jackharlow you mean three even though I wasn't invited smh jackharlow: urbanwyatt you went out with Yasmin! cut it out! softtcurse: jackharlow I would have left him at home and went out with yall instead, not going to lie urbanwyatt: and you think you know somebody smh 2forwoyne: hold on, you need to include PG too! we're yall kids! y/ninsta: oh goodness. here we go. shloob_: now we have to fight for their attention once the triplets get here tomorrow quiiso: yes! I second this! jackharlow: we've raised yall for how many years? yall can branch out a little lol danivalentine: yall are so incredibly cute y/ninsta: danivalentine that's my man and imma stick beside him claybornharlow: I mean he's okay, if you're into that I mean y/ninsta: little baby! jackharlow: claybornharlow we literally look alike but go off, I guess jessicakelce: me and blancahood are getting on a plane as we speak! can't wait to see the both of you and meet them! jackharlow: HOLD ON, PAUSE! y/ninsta BABY! y/ninsta: jackharlow RESUME! what's wrong? jackharlow: y/ninsta not the hot chips and bad decisions crew helping out with the newborns. THERE'S ABOUT TO BE HOT CHEETOS STAINS ALL OVER MY HOUSE! jessicakelce: jackharlow THAT WAS ONE TIME AND I WAS DRUNK. LET IT GO! jackharlow: jessicakelce HELL NO, I'M NOT LETTING THAT SHIT GO! blancahood: jessicakelce but there was an entire trail that led us to the bathroom where you were fighting for your life from being hungover y/ninsta: I remember that. good times. jessicakelce: y/ninsta MAYBE FOR YOU, BUT NOT ME! traviskelce: jessicakelce no one told you to down that last drink like it was water, you brought it on yourself lmao jessicakelce: traviskelce that's it. DIVORCE! y/ninsta: LMAOOOO AYE YO 😭😭😭 blancahood: not jess saying she wants a divorce lmao y/ninsta: but yes jackharlow they'll be with us for two weeks jackharlow: y/ninsta TWO WEEKS? BRB, babe. y/ninsta: jackharlow where are you going? jackharlow: y/ninsta to hide all the hot chips and bring them back out when they leave blancahood: jackharlow hmm funny. I'm bringing some in my suitcase and buying a stash when I get there jackharlow: blancahood then your ass needs to eat them outside and wash your hands with the hose before coming back in. if I see one crumb, I'm kicking yall out

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Day 23: Are you making dua for anything specific? (Any dua you want us to make for you?)

Well, one duā that is always constant in my duā lists is may Allāh let us all the Muslim ummah reach Ramadan next year too. And may Allāh make us among the forgiven ones. But this year I have a really important (& tough I might add) exam right after Ramadan, which I think I'm gonna fail because I'm not prepared really well, so I'm making lots of duā for that too. If you guys would be kind enough to make it for me it'd be really really really helpful 🥹❤️‍🩹

May Allāh make it easy for all of the students who are appearing for exams in and/or after Ramadan.

Day 24: Share an Eid memory that sticks out to you! What kind of Eid traditions do you have?

Definitely the night before Eid. It feels so magical. Staying up all night, going to the rooftop, searching for the moon, help the ladies clean the whole house, helping with the Eid desserts, that one cousin who knows henna almost breaking her back 😭

Chand raat tradition is really the best!

Day 25: Who is a sahaba (companion of the prophet) that you feel inspired by? Can you share the story that inspires you?

Each and every one of them were inspiring in their own way. The way they held onto their faith despite being tortured, called out, harrassed. The way they were patient while going through tough trials and hardships. Abu Bakr رضي الله عنه spending his wealth on freeing the slaves that were tortured just for accepting Islam, going to that blind women's house doing all her house work, preparing food for all her children all that in secrecy. Khadija رضي الله عنها leaving all her comfort and luxuries, being the first to believe him (ﷺ). Fatima رضي الله عنها never getting to witness the peaceful days before Prophethood like her other siblings, being a 10 year old and treating her father's wounds. Bilal رضي الله عنه not stepping away from his beliefs despite being brutally tortured. I don't think I can pick a single one. All of them were inspiring in their own way. May Allāh be pleased with them all and gather us all with them in Jannatul Firdous.

Day 26: Mention your favorite story about the Prophet Muhammad, or which of his qualities you look up to the most.

His kindness, the way he went out of his way and treated people with kindness, even those who wronged him. I mean who among could face the person with a smile who is the reason your uncle isn't in this world anymore? Also the story of prophet's (ﷺ) son passing away: Anas ibn Malik رضي الله عنه reported: We entered the house of Abu Sayf along with the Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) who was the husband of Ibrahim’s wet-nurse, upon him be peace. The Prophet (ﷺ) took hold of Ibrahim, kissed him, and smelled him. Then, we entered after that as Ibrahim was breathing his last breaths. It made the eyes of the Prophet (ﷺ) shed tears. Abdur Rahman ibn Awf رضي الله عنه said, “Even you, O Messenger of Allah?” The Prophet (ﷺ) said, “O Ibn Awf, this is mercy.” Then, the Prophet (ﷺ) wept some more and he said, “Verily, the eyes shed tears and the heart is grieved, but we will not say anything except what is pleasing to our Lord. We are saddened by your departure, O Ibrahim.” the way it shows that we're allowed to grieve and shed tears that our prophet (ﷺ) did too. A lot of people think you're not allowed to do it, you should have sabr, sabr doesn't just mean being patient, you're allowed to feel things, you're allowed to cry, it's the mercy that our hearts are not hardened.

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two-for-one

lol came for one post, but realized i still had more stuff on my mind that i wanted to say.

after eid, shit sort of went south between yasir and i. everything sort of came to a boiling point and erupted...i'd rather not sit here and type out ALL the details but basically my mom got into it with his mom and after that eid weekend, i stayed at my parents' place for an additional week (totally unplanned).

during that week i really was ready to go and file for separation or divorce or whatever.

but after letting my anger cool and realizing exactly how much work a divorce or separation would be - not to mention how much of a HUGE money/asset suck it would end up being...i decided that i would go back. so i went back. and i was willing to try and put in my effort also. but at the end of the week, another incident happened which sort of sealed my brain from yasir for a long long time.

i know, i know i'm speaking SOOO mysteriously, as if my life's shit is worth this much secrecy. it's not - i'm being private and i know the value in keeping certain details of my life to myself (this i've only begun to learn recently also - and it doesn't have anything to do with nazar or evil eye....which by the way is a personal pet peeve of mine but let's not get into THAT).

ANYWAY, all this rambling just to tell you i haven't even gotten CLOSE to the point i wanted this post to be about.

so here i am, back at home with my husband. and i'm angry. and i'm letting myself be angry and hurt and resentful. and frankly, i'm okay with it. because at least for now - i'm not gaslighting myself into thinking that what i'm angry about is not worth being angry over.

so i'm letting it happen.

the other major change i've made is i've completely and totally given up hope that yasir will even understand, recognize or take part in the domestic labour in the house or the 10 million extra things i do or think about in a day as they relate to child rearing our kid.

so i'm doing it all by myself and even when he's actively helping out here and there...i'm not asking for it.

sorry - to be clear - i'm not asking for it anymore.

a few days ago, i was talking to my mom and sister and i was telling them how i've been praying with all my heart that Allah grant me sabr. and my mom started about how she's praying with all her heart that yasir changes or realizes and sees the need to change.

to which, i told her you can pray all you want but it's not going to happen mama. that's why i'm not even BOTHERING to pray for that part of my prayer. despite wanting to see change, despite wanting to have him accept his responsibilities as a husband, father, and just a regular ADULT, i'm not actually making dua for it.

to which my sister replied with something i'll never ever ever forget.

she said "what, why not!? why aren't you praying for Allah to change yasir and to help him see and hear the things you are asking for!? are you really going to sit there and tell me YOU DON'T BELIEVE HE CAN CHANGE A HUMAN?"

i was floored.

i didn't pray for something because I REALLY THOUGHT THE MAKER OF ALL MANKIND COULDN'T CHANGE MANKIND!?

am i a fucking idiot or what.

anyway....that's probably also the thing that's making my whole body shake with the dua of forgiveness.

and now i'm actively trying my best to ask of Him what i KNOW him to be capable of giving and providing me - which is everything under the sun and over it and around it and all the way through all the galaxies and all the lands and all the realms.

kun faya kun - be, and it is.

that is what Allah has said about His ability. so how could i be so stupid?

that's all.

much love,

k