#Powerful Dua For Love Back

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Powerful Dua for Love Back: How to Reunite with Your Lost Love

Love is a profound and beautiful emotion, but it can sometimes lead to heartbreak when relationships end unexpectedly. The pain of losing someone you truly care about can be overwhelming. In such moments, turning to faith and prayer can offer solace and hope.  In Islam, the power of dua (supplication) is emphasized as a way to seek Allah’s help in every aspect of life, including matters of the…

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Powerful Dua for Love Back: How to Reunite with Your Lost Love

Love is a profound and beautiful emotion, but it can sometimes lead to heartbreak when relationships end unexpectedly. The pain of losing someone you truly care about can be overwhelming. In such moments, turning to faith and prayer can offer solace and hope. 

In Islam, the power of dua (supplication) is emphasized as a way to seek Allah’s help in every aspect of life, including matters of the heart. For those seeking to reunite with a lost love, there are specific duas that can be recited to ask Allah for guidance and intervention. 

This blog explores the Powerful Dua for Love Back and how you can incorporate it into your life to bring back your lost love.

Understanding the Importance of Dua

Dua is a form of communication with Allah. It is not just a request for material things but a way to express the desires of your heart, seek forgiveness, and ask for what is best for you. In matters of love, when someone dear to you has drifted away, you may feel a sense of helplessness. 

However, by making dua, you put your trust in Allah’s wisdom, seeking His guidance to either reunite you with your love or provide peace of mind to move forward.

When making a dua, it is essential to be sincere, patient, and consistent. Remember that Allah knows what is best for you, and the outcome of your dua will be in line with His divine plan.

Why Use Dua for Love Back?

Islam encourages individuals to seek solutions for personal struggles through prayer and devotion. If you have lost someone you love due to misunderstandings, differences, or distance, reciting a dua for love can help you seek Allah’s assistance in mending the bond. 

The love back dua focuses on asking Allah to soften the hearts of both you and the person you wish to reconcile with. It is important to approach this process with pure intentions and patience, as the timing and outcome rest in Allah’s hands.

Reciting specific duas can help not only in seeking love but also in strengthening faith and resolving personal issues that may have contributed to the relationship's breakdown.

Steps to Perform Dua for Love Back

Performing a dua requires a clean and sincere heart. Here’s a guide on how to perform a dua specifically for bringing your lost love back:

Purify Yourself: Begin by performing wudu (ablution) to cleanse yourself physically and spiritually. This purification sets the right intention and focus when making the dua.

Choose a Quiet Place: Select a peaceful, undisturbed place to make your dua. This helps you concentrate fully on your prayer and minimizes distractions.

Recite Durood Sharif: Before beginning your specific dua for love, it is recommended to recite Durood Sharif to send blessings upon the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). This helps increase the chances of your dua being accepted.

Make the Dua for Love Back: With a sincere heart, recite the following dua: "Ya Allah, You are the all-knowing and most merciful. Please soften the heart of [insert name] and bring them back into my life if it is best for me. Grant us peace and love, and remove any misunderstandings between us."

Remain Patient and Trust in Allah: After completing your dua, place your trust in Allah. Do not lose hope if the answer is not immediate. Continue making your dua consistently, and have faith that Allah’s plan for you will unfold in the best possible way.

Key Duas to Bring Back Lost Love

There are several powerful Dua To Get Love From Someone that can be recited when seeking to reunite with a lost love. These include:

Surah Al-Fatiha: Reciting Surah Al-Fatiha after every salah is one of the best ways to seek guidance from Allah. It is a simple yet powerful prayer for resolving conflicts and bringing peace into your life, including matters of the heart.

Surah Al-Ikhlas: Recite Surah Al-Ikhlas 101 times after performing your Isha prayer, then pray for your lost love to return. This dua helps to cleanse the heart and remove negative feelings, allowing for reconciliation.

Ayat-ul-Kursi: Reciting Ayat-ul-Kursi is known to provide protection and blessings in all aspects of life, including relationships. Ask Allah to bless your relationship and remove any obstacles between you and your lost love.

The Role of Faith and Patience in Dua Prayers

When performing Dua Prayers For Love Back, it is essential to remain patient. In Islam, patience is a virtue, especially in matters of the heart.

Relationships can be complicated, and sometimes, reconciliation may not happen immediately. However, with persistent prayer and a firm belief in Allah’s wisdom, you can find peace and comfort, regardless of the outcome.

It is also important to ensure that your intentions are pure. When asking Allah to reunite you with your lost love, make sure that your motives are sincere and that you are seeking a healthy, loving relationship. If the relationship was toxic or harmful, consider asking Allah for guidance to move on and find peace.

What to Do If Your Love Doesn’t Return?

While making a Dua For Him To Love Me Again or any other dua for love, it’s essential to understand that Allah’s wisdom is infinite. Sometimes, despite our best efforts and heartfelt prayers, the person we desire may not return to us. 

In such cases, trust that Allah knows what is best for you and that He may have a different plan for your future happiness.

If your love doesn’t return, it may be a sign that it wasn’t meant to be. Ask Allah for strength to accept His will and to provide you with the patience and understanding needed to move forward.

Conclusion 

Love is a profound and powerful emotion, but it can also be fragile. When relationships end, it is natural to feel a deep sense of loss. However, Islam teaches that no situation is beyond hope, and through the power of dua, you can seek Allah’s guidance to bring back your lost love.

By reciting the Dua To Get Love From Someone, and remaining patient and faithful, you open the door for Allah’s mercy to intervene in your life. Whether you are reunited with your love or find peace in moving on, the process of dua can bring you closer to Allah and offer comfort in times of emotional hardship.

Remember, the outcome rests in Allah’s hands, and His plan for you will always be for your best. Keep your faith strong, your intentions pure, and your heart open to His guidance.

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Dua For Love Back

I understand that you’re seeking guidance on a dua (supplication) for bringing back lost love. It’s important to remember that dua is a form of personal prayer and should be sincere and heartfelt. While I can provide a general dua for guidance, it’s important to consult with a religious scholar or imam who can provide more personalized guidance based on your specific circumstances. One general…

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new rules

pairing: ex!Worst!Logan Howlett x f!reader word count: 2.7k summary: You've been broken up for long enough. It shouldn't be this hard to stay away. content/warnings: smut, angst, Logan's a disaster alcoholic, suicidal ideation, unhealthy relationships, big dick a/n: I didn't expect the Logan bug to bite me, but here I am, horny for this old man, writing a songfic in the year of our lord two thousand twenty four. Dua Lipa's "New Rules" came on shuffle and I needed to make it about our big boy. Thank you to the loml @ozarkthedog for being the best human alive and also for hyping me up, reading it thru, and telling me "it made me actually want to try to fix him" 😅

You’re in your pajamas, toothbrush in hand and moisturizer shining on your face, when the screen of your phone lights up. You wince when you see the contact name.

DO NOT PICK UP

You watch as it rings out, and you exhale when the comfort of the black screen returns.

And then it lights up again.

Just ignore it. Just ignore it.

As you’re spitting your toothpaste into the sink, the screen lights up again, DO NOT PICK UP flashing across.

It’s a bad idea. It’s always a bad idea. 

But as it lights up a fourth time, you hit accept. As you bring the phone to your ear, you already know what you’re going to say; you need to stop calling like this; have you been drinking?; this isn’t going to happen again–

And then you hear his voice. It’s just a single word, and comes out more as a croak than anything else.

“Hi, baby-”

Just like the first time. The third. The five hundredth. It makes you fucking melt, makes your body heat and your stomach flip.

“Hi Logan.”

—

“It’s been too long, sweetheart-” 

“Yeah, well-” you sigh. You know how this always goes. “I told you not to call.”

“But you answered.” 

Even over the line he sounds smug. You wish you could punch him, god, if only. But you knew from past experience that his adamantium bones and entirely unfair regenerative powers would leave him perfectly unblemished, while you nursed a broken hand.

“Sooo-,” you venture, “Is there something you need?”

It was better to play clueless, you reasoned; You weren’t gonna jump the gun. You would make him spell it out.

"Just you, hon,” his voice is low and dangerous and you think you might really hate him this time.

“You know it’s nearly midnight, don’t you? Are you ever gonna call me when you’re sober?”

You hear a noncommittal grunt on the other end.

“What do you want, Logan?”

He takes a deep breath.

“Can I come over? I’ve just been missing you. Been a rough day.”

“No.”

“Please, baby? I need you. Please?”

You close your eyes and exhale. Ten calls ago, you might have tried to hide the frustration, but you’re well beyond that now.

It’s always a bad idea. Always makes you remember the bits of him you miss desperately. Your nights together. How you still fucking love him.

“Can take care of you, princess-“ he pleads.

“I hate when you call me that. And no, you can’t. You can’t even take care of yourself, Howlett.”

He huffs a laugh. “Been doin’ alright a couple hundred years. Keepin’ myself alive.”

You don’t want to say the question neither of you will acknowledge.

Is this really living?

“Fine. You can come over.”

“I’ll be there in five.”

“Motherfucker-! Have you been on your way this whole time, Lo?”

With a snort, he ends the call.

He’s on you before you can even get the door closed behind you. His hands are cradling your head as he kisses you deeply. You were right; he tastes like cheap whiskey. And cigarettes, you realize. Fucking cigarettes. And then you remember– he’s all but abandoned his cigars, as though the pain of losing a vice was part of his penance. 

With an awkward foot you try to hook the bridge of your foot along the edge of the door, pull at it, but instead of closing it you just overbalance, tumbling further into him.

He catches you as if it was nothing, as if he were so innately steady he’d always be there to break your fall.

When he has you back on your feet, he gets right back to it, tearing at your clothing and his, pulling your top over your head, fumbling with the drawstring of your bottoms. He cups your breasts, pinching and teasing, and walks you backwards till the backs of your knees hit the foot of your bed and you tumble. 

Logan tumbles with you, his hold on you never ceasing, and now you can feel how hard he is against you.

It sends a shiver down your spine.

You’ve missed this. Fuck you’ve missed this. What kind of self-destructive dumbass judgment were you letting rule you? 

You need to gain some control back.

“Condom,” you tell him. 

He rolls his eyes.

“I’m not joking, Logan. Should still be in the top drawer.”

He exhales with a chuckle, but pulls his beater over his head and lets you get an eyeful of his toned chest before leaning over and sliding the drawer open.

Then, he rummages around, pulling back with a shit-eating grin. 

In his hand is a roll of condoms, classic fit.

“You got a little boyfriend?” he asks, and you feel your face heat.

“Shut the fuck up, Logan.”

“Now I’m not seeing the Magnum’s in here. You sure you still have them? Or are you so busy fucking dumbass boys with little pricks that you can’t even bother to pick up the phone?”

“The condoms are just in case– better to be prepared– and besides it’s none of your fucking business if I’m sleeping with anyone else!”

“You know I can’t get STIs, right?”

You do know. You remember that first conversation years ago. You grit your teeth.

“And if you’re so worried,” he continues, “I’ll buy you Plan B.”

“Move,” you tell him, and he scoots back so you can look in the drawer yourself. Much to your chagrin, he’s right. Not a single gold packet in sight.

You groan, and he laughs.

You should tell him no. Should tell him that if he wants to fuck you, he needs to go out and get some. Because it’s not even the risk of any sort of transmission, or even the risk of pregnancy that gives you pause. It’s the intimacy. The way you can hardly bear it when you can feel him dripping out of you. The love you still have for him, even after everything. 

The way you know he still needs you, too. More than you need him. But after everything he’s done, everything he’s been through, everything he’s lost– you can’t bear to be another thing he loses, not fully.

But now he’s straddling you, scooting you backwards towards the head of the bed. His cock presses heavy against your thigh, and you’re so overwhelmed by the way he’s pressing kisses along your jaw and nibbling behind your ear, you barely notice as he lifts your hips to pull your panties down. His nails scrape down your back and the angry scratches start to bloom with heat. 

You don’t realize you’re both fully naked until you feel the heat from him press against you, the slick of his weeping cockhead dragging a trail just below your navel, down down down-

He strokes himself twice and lines himself up, pressing against your opening. You wait for the feeling, for the way he always slams inside you, but he surprises you. Presses the tip in and rocks himself gently, easing you open.

After a moment (and hardly a single inch) he pulls out and sits up.

For a gut-wrenching second, you think he’s changed his mind, and how fucking dare him? He’s not the one who gets to back out of this. Fuck.

But then his cock is replaced with his hand, and he pumps himself with his left, while pressing inside of you with his right, scissoring his fingers open, pulling whine and moan and gasp out of you, coaxing you along with his filthy mouth the whole way.

“Jesus Christ,” he sighs, letting out a groan when you squirm against him, “You’re tight as the first time I fucked you. Clearly no one’s been takin’ care of this pussy, huh?”

Two fingers become three, and you’re overwhelmed with sensation, pleasure taking over any rational thought.

“That’s it, honey, open up for me. Such a shame no one’s been fuckin’ you right. Would make you feel good every damn day if you’d let me.”

He rubs against your clit in unyielding circles and pulls you right to the edge. You feel yourself dripping, thighs trembling, and tears rolling down your face, but just as you’re about to cum he stops. He guides your arms upwards and pins you down by the wrists with one rough hand and leans over, caging you against the bed. In a second beat, he knocks your legs wide, baring you fully, and he presses himself in. You’re beyond slick and the glide is exquisite. The feeling of his bare cock pressing into you makes you shudder with arousal. The wiry hairs at the base of his cock grind against you, making you shake. 

He fucks you deep and slow. The drag is exquisite. He pulls almost the whole way out, before rocking back in again, his foreskin adding to the delicious glide. With every thrust he’s burying himself so deeply you’d swear you could feel him in your belly.

“You’re openin’ up so nice, takin’ it so good,” he growls, and you feel a thrill of pleasure bloom through your body at the praise. “Been missin’ this. Miss how soft you feel around me. Have you been missin’ your old man, too?”

You don’t even register he’s asked a question till his palm is swatting your jaw. It’s not painful, it doesn’t even sting. And it does exactly what he’d hoped; it refocuses you on him.

“Wha- What?” you ask, coming back to him, whilst feeling your peak build and build and build-

“Have you been missin’ your old man, princess? 

“Fuck you, Logan.”

“Use your words.”

“Yes-”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes I’ve been missing you. Stop looking at me like that, Lo. C’mon now, fuck me like you mean it.”

You can’t deal with him being sincere right now. You need it rough and you need it mean.

It takes him a moment to pull himself away but then he does, obliging as if he can read your thoughts. He pulls out, leans back, hooks your legs over his shoulders, and makes you moan as he folds you in half. He’s pressing so much deeper now than he had only a moment ago. Any gentleness that had been there disappears immediately.

He’s panting, letting out heavy grunts as he slams into you and sweat drips down his temple. 

As he fucks you, he drives into you cruelly but you match each thrust. Every time he knocks you back, you press against him harder and heavier. Make sure it hurts, for both of you.

He’s never been a selfish lover and makes you scream on his cock, cumming three times in rapid succession, each peak that little bit higher. Each peak is a little bit harder. 

You’re boneless and spent. When he cums inside you, his claws shoot out, angrily splintering existing notches on your headboard. Blood trickles down between his knuckles. One drop lands on your lips, the perfect kiss from this mess of a man. Another drop lands on your new linen pillowcase.

At least you got those tide pens. 

You want to tell him off about the headboard–the splintered edges are ugly and ragged. But the fact you hadn’t gotten a new headboard is kind of on you. It may as well be an invitation.

You add a note to your shopping list. Plan B.

—-

You wake up alone in a dark room. The first thing you see is your bedside alarm clock, red blinking numbers telling you it’s 3:12 AM. Then, you hear a rustling in your living room.

You step out to investigate, bleary-eyed, to find Logan silhouetted in front of your liquor cabinet, bottle of amber liquid in hand. He raises the bottle and takes a swig.

Back to this-

"Go home, Logan.” You tell him, and he startles at your voice.

"Baby- I been havin’ bad dreams-” 

You cut him off. "I’ll call you a cab. You’re not staying here, trying to drink yourself to death on my sofa-”

"Sweetheart,” he cuts in, “You know it never sticks-“ 

He says it with a grin like it means nothing, and it’s mean. Makes your stomach flip.

This is the closest either of you had ever gotten to the depths of it all. You’d both been pretending for so long.

You leave the room.

A minute later, you’re back, and Logan has emptied the bottle.

"Get dressed.” You toss his shirt at him. It smacks him in the face and falls unceremoniously to the floor. “Cab’s on its way. You owe me for the whiskey.”

He nods. His movement is loose, and you can see the booze is finally affecting him. More than just making him gutsy, it’s making him sloppy. Every movement is sluggish as he redresses.

"You wanna know why?” He asks, and it comes out slurred.

You ignore him. “I’ll walk you down. Get home safe, okay?”

He nods again. Looks like he’s trying to put on a show to prove just how sincere he is.

You kick his shoes towards him, and help him with his jacket when he struggles.

A horn honks outside, and you both look to the window. When you turn your head back, though, he’s only inches away from you, whiskey-breath across your cheek, and a wearier frown than he’s ever let you see before.

"When I drink I don’t dream-,“ he tells you, “Claws don’t come out.”

Then he kisses you on the cheek, turns on his heel with an unsteady sway, and leaves your home.

You struggle for hours to fall back asleep, the bed suddenly much too big.

You ignore his calls for a week. They come through later and later. Nine PM, ten. Midnight. Two.

And then one night you get a text. 

He’s rarely one for texting, so to see the notification makes your heart speed up and your stomach flip.

DO NOT PICK UP - Attachment: 1 Video

With a single, hesitant tap, you open it.

You’re not sure what you expected. Something dramatic, maybe? Something miserable? You hope to god he’s not figured out some way to make himself an adamantium bullet. It’s a fear that’s bounced around in your head for a while now, but you’d never ask just in case he hasn’t thought of it yet himself.

Whatever it is, though, it has to be something that will make your heart ache and your head spin and–

It’s anticlimactic. Kind of.

It’s just a video of him, phone angled to show him in his steamed-up mirror.

There are dark shadows beneath his red-rimmed eyes, but besides that, he looks as perfect as ever. You can’t see below his hips, but you know Logan and you know he’s fully naked. His body hair is slick, his skin glowing from being freshly showered.

This fucking asshole knows exactly how to get you.

You hit play. 

At first, you can barely tell it’s a video. And then you see the way his arm is moving. He’s holding his phone with one hand, his other casually stroking himself just below the frame of the video.

“You gonna stop ignoring me?” he asks, his voice a throaty purr. “Quit playing games. Get your ass over here and let me take care of you.”

AND, you realize with a twinge, you text with him so rarely, you never turned off read receipts.

Three dots appear and you know that he knows you’ve seen it. 

A moment later, the text comes through.

“Ready for you, princess.”

God, if only it would take more than that.

As if overtaken by a horny ghost, you’re already slipping your panties off and putting on your favorite skirt. 

You’re at his house an hour later. 

You let him guide you. Taste you. Fuck you. Fight with you. 

You let him devour you, and let yourself fall in with him, in with the guilt and the anger and the hate and self-pity.

And fuck, it’s the love, too. It never went away.

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the aftermath (of champagne & tequila)

synopsis: so maybe those few glasses of champagne and tequila wasn’t your smartest choice of beverages at your high school reunion. but how were you supposed to know that running into your childhood crushes absolutely wasted would have you dealing with the aftermath of making out with not one, but both within the same hour?

pairing: haechan x fem! reader & mark x fem! reader genre: love triangle, childhood crushes au, college au, fluff, humor word count: 7.4k warnings: swearing, making out, mentions of alcohol, vaping, weed, jokes about death and just a 'hol lot of y/n being a dumb drunk

note: there’s really no plot to this, just pure thirst and chaos but then again, isn’t that all my fics ever🙃 (and god forbid any of my irls see this bc they'll know exactly who everyone is based off of💀)

[ playlist: all my friends - snakehips / feels - calvin harris / pretty please - dua lip / one kiss - dua lipa / leave the door open - bruno mars / nasty - ariana grande / streets - doja cat ]

IN YOUR DEFENCE, you weren’t planning on getting this drunk. 

In fact, you remembered reassuring your group of friends about this the day before, emphasising your astounding hatred towards the very limited selection of the free alcoholic beverages available at the bar (namely, beer and wine). 

Further backing up your case, you had initially turned up to your high school reunion an hour late with the lazy excuse of your last-minute decisions towards your outfit that day – which, considering your turbulent meltdowns about having no clothes at two in the morning, was a complete fucking lie – only covering up your actual reasonings of not wanting to face your high school year group. 

You didn’t exactly have any particular reasons to avoid anyone – a matter of fact, you liked to think you got along with everyone back in the day, often bouncing around from friend group to friend group with shiny eyes, inviting smiles and friendly banter – but there was something about reuniting your cohort again after a year which felt awkward. 

There was no doubt that everyone would have changed in some way shape or form. 

Heck, you were a completely different person from when they last saw you in the body of that wide-eyed girl in the crisp white blouse with the conservative knee-length pleated skirt. Plus, judging by the daily scroll of your Instagram feed, many of your peers seemed to don an altered version of their high school selves as well – meaning you had to get to know everyone all over again. 

You vaguely remember turning up at the congested bar next to your high school building. The entrance was decorated with popped bottles of champagne with only a few clean empty glasses left on the display tray. The rest are in the hands of the various levels of tipsy college kids packed together like a can of sardines in front of the bar, eagerly milking out the bar tab set by the committee. Despite your school renting out the entirety of the second floor, it felt a little too tight, almost claustrophobic inside as you discreetly tried to scan the drunken crowd for your usual group of friends. However, your search didn’t last long, resulting in you eventually giving up after a few seconds, opting to ease the mild squeamishness with some liquid courage.

The cheap champagne burned the back of your throat as you settled on painfully chugging the glass in mere seconds, sticking out your tongue in disgust. Regardless of your initial reaction to the first taste, you began lining up for another glass, maybe in hopes of finding your intoxicated friends swimming in the chaos.

“Oh my god, Y/N! Is that you?” 

Your ears perked at the familial voice amid of the loud chatter, head whipping towards the warm beam of Huang Renjun – a longtime locker mate/bandmate during school. Crushing you into a tight hug, you momentarily thanked the higher power of the universe for sending at least an old buddy as your first very sober interaction. 

Though you and Renjun had never exclusively shared the same social circle, your friendship went way back. It started from being in the school’s so-called “rock” band together to trauma bonding over some unfortunate extension English classes in middle school to being neighbouring lockers for the entirety of high school. You recalled Renjun being a wholesome-looking guy, uniform always neatly tucked in, hair short and well kept, so when you spotted his long bleached hair and a silver ring hanging off the left corner of his lip as you pulled away from his grasp, surprise was an understatement of your reaction.

“You pierced your lip!” you exclaimed, turning your face to various angles around him to have a closer look.

A hearty laugh escaped his lips, throwing his head back as he playfully modelled his new accessory with a childish smile, “I did! Though I would be lying if I said I got this voluntarily.” 

You cocked your head at him as the two of you received your preferred beverage from the bar counter, gesturing for him to elaborate. Renjun paused, sipping on the overflowing bubbles of his beer before adding, “I lost a bet with Donghyuck.” 

Lee Donghyuck, a name you would say you were well acquainted with. He was a popular figure with the female community of your school for his visuals and many other talents, an eye-catching part of Renjun’s circle and your childhood friend. Well, sort of.

The two of you met in second grade, the joyful period of a child’s life where everyone was automatically considered friends if you shared a class or your mothers exchanged more than two sentences and invited you to their birthday parties. Also meant, playing with the designated child of your mother’s chosen friend of the day until their hour-long conversation was over. 

Considering the sheer amount of afternoons spent with Donghyuck throughout your elementary school days running around with his family puppy on the school grounds, you would think that would automatically deem the approval of the “childhood friend” title. But the two of you didn’t really talk outside of your forced interaction nor did you share the same lunchtime activities much to your pathetic heart’s dismay. 

It would be a lie if you said you weren’t charmed by the warm scruffiness of the little boy, oftentimes guilty of shamelessly boring holes into the back of his head during class and daydreaming about your futures together instead of listening to your homeroom teacher. You had a feeling your mum knew of your little infatuation towards the boy, often sending you a knowing gaze after your weekly runarounds with him and after the mention of his name in conversation prompting you to believe that her coincidental run-ins with Donghyuck’s mother weren’t so accidental afterall. 

Though growing out of your shorts and summer tunic dresses and into your somewhat maturer age of a teenager; the validation of the excuse of your mother’s budding friendship to catch him after school expired alongside the dissipating giddiness you had once held for him. Something you saw coming for a while as you found yourself seeing less of him around which came as no surprise as neither of you shared the same class nor the same friends as you naturally started gravitating to different parts of your enlarging year group. 

Finishing off the remainder of your flat champagne, you raised your eyebrows at the boy, “Donghyuck? Haven’t heard that name in a while, how is he?”

Renjun hummed, fingers drumming on the sides of his beer glass, “Why don’t you ask him? He’s here today,” he began standing on the tips of his battered converses, peering around the bar for the boy in question.

You shook your head with a chuckle, “Don’t worry about it. It’s going to be impossible to find him-”

On queue, Renjun hollered Donghyuck’s name at the back corner of the room, waving at a shadowed figure exaggeratedly. You weren’t even sure how he was able to spot him within the chaos so quickly when you were still left in search of your friends. But that wasn’t your biggest problem anymore as you recognised Donghyuck emerging from within the darkness, jokingly shoving past the large group of huddled and what you assumed to be intoxicated boys. 

He didn’t look too different from the last time you met, maybe a few centimetres taller, skin sun-kissed from the recent summer weather but holy shit, was he still as hot as ever. If not more.

“Damn Y/N, is that you?” 

You were too sober for this. Sure, you had started to feel the buzz peppering various parts of your face; but your emotions, the logical voice in your brain remained intact, with it blaring “DON’T FUCK UP!” in bold capital letters the closer he got. 

Shoving your jitters further down your lame excuse of a brain, a playful smile was forced upon your lips, “The one and only.” 

Donghyuck grinned, lightly pulling you into a welcoming embrace, catching you off guard, “It’s good to see you again.”

You could tell the alcohol had already hit his systems judging by the uncharacteristically physical greeting and eyes lazily half-lidded as he pulled away from your grasp. “Looks like someone’s had a bit to drink tonight?” you teased, eyeing the lingering closeness between the two of you.

Donghyuck chuckled, softly shaking his head, “I haven’t had too much, maybe a couple of glasses of champagne at school and a few beers here. What about you?”

“Only two glasses of whatever they’re serving at the bar,” you shuddered at the thought, placing your empty glasses down on the side of the countertop. 

“So what I’m hearing is that you haven’t had enough yet,” Donghyuck sent a cheeky wink your way, completely forgetting about poor Renjun’s presence in the conversation as he lightly tugged at your sleeves back in front of the bar, ordering your preferred drinks with the bartender. Clinking your topped-up glasses with the boy, you wondered if making conversations with the boy was this easy before. It wasn’t like he was antisocial or judgemental during your high school years, maybe a little arrogant at times which initially caused your group of friends to have a slight dislike towards the boy.

“Y/N no,” you remembered your best friend Ningning immediately shutting down your thoughts followed by the excessive nods of your friends. 

The five of you sat on the floor in front of your lockers, the smell of the freshly made fries Minjeong had bought from the deli next door wafting down the corridor as you had your heated discussion for the day. How you ended up on the topic of your resurfacing feelings for Lee Donghyuck was a whole other question of its own. (Ah, you remembered. Minjeong tripped down the stairs as you and Donghyuck exchanged smiles and pleasantries, whilst she panicked about her one fry which flew out of the cardboard box, all you could think about was him)

Ningning scrunched her eyes, lips formed into a sour expression, “He’s just so…” 

“Egotistical?” Shuhua offered.

“Short?” Yunjin added, throwing a handful of fries in her mouth.

“Both,” Ningning affirmed. She patted your lap, a thin smile drawn on her face, “You’re too good for him Y/N.”

It was safe to say that the droplet of leaking feelings had shrivelled back up into your heart that day, both due to your friend’s confronting opinions towards the boy and the unapproachable aura he exuded. (Ok, maybe you admired his golden face from across the room from time to time but who could blame you? It wasn’t your fault his stupidly good looks started appearing at every extracurricular activity you signed up for that term) 

A full glass’ worth of conversation passed at this point, and the both of you head deep into your storytelling of your crazy nights out. Bursts of booming laughter thundered as he described canon bombing into his university’s questionable lake and audible gasps sounded as you described your New Year's celebrations earlier that year. Maybe you were wrong about your skepticisms towards the boy during your schooling years, blaming your tendency to catastrophize any minor inconvenience to blow his inherent “unattainableness” out of proportion.

Pulling your phone out of your handbag to check the time, you were greeted with several missed calls and spammed messages from your friends, slapping you back to your original goal in mind. 

“Everything alright?” Donghyuck’s face appeared beside your phone screen, eyes concentrated on your sudden change of expression.

“Uh-” you began typing your response to your group chat, reassuring them of your whereabouts in the heavily packed venue, ”-yeah. Yeah, sorry,” you clicked your phone shut, stuffing it back into your purse before facing him again, “Just reassuring a panicked group chat.”

He laughed, dipping his head in understanding, “I’m guessing I’ll have to let you go?”

You shrugged, offering him a small pout, “Unfortunately but hey, take a shot with me later?”

A soft smile littered Donghyuck’s face, hands squeezing the tops of your shoulders.

“Bet, I’ll come find you.”

NOTE TO SELF: Don’t go into the female restrooms during a big event in a relatively logical state of mind.

The girls' restrooms were a lively place for the residents of your school, always scented with the popular fumes of grape ice and strawberry watermelon vape, the tile floors littered with abandoned pairs of laddered stockings in the winter and forgotten multicoloured hydro-flasks perched on the benches. With quite the vaping addiction of your school, it was always a fun game of guess who when you took the trip to the restrooms during class, which clique was occupying the stalls together, which flavour they were attempting that day or what piece of drama you were going to be handed. 

You realised that not much had changed when you found your friends huddling with quite the assortment of other girls in your year group in the bar restroom. The air was concocted with the nostalgic smell of blue raspberry vape and Maison Margiela, accompanied by loud loving gossip in the unoccupied stalls and the occasional drunken mirror selfies in front of the basin.

“Oh my gosh Y/N! You’re alive!” Ningning screeched, glomping you into a tight hug, “I was about to get up on the tables to find you out there.”

“Sorry, I missed your calls,” you wheezed as Minjeong came over to peel the girl off of your body, “I didn’t realise my phone was on silent.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” Shuhua slurred attaching herself to Minjeong’s side, “You must’ve been bouncing around like you usually do, judging by how long it took you to find us.”

“Yeah,” – if bouncing around meant from one drink to another with the same person – “You could say that.”

“Yunjin said hi by the way,” Minjeong interrupted, pulling up a photo of your absent friend striking a cute pose in front of a sushi train in Hawaii, “She said to drink on her behalf, which I don’t think is the best idea.”

“That girl’s probably drunk right now,” Ningning snickered, turning to face the large mirror to reapply her lip gloss, “But I’ll take any excuse to drink more.”

Minjeong raised an eyebrow at the girl, “Didn’t you say that you were saving your liver for next weekend?” 

Ningning merely shrugged, waving her off before grabbing ahold of your hand with an animated wiggle, squabbling about something along the lines of you looking too sober. You ran into many old faces on the short journey to the bar front, hearty laughter and juicy gossip unconsciously spilled and overheard from the neighbouring conversations (Though whether it was true or not, you weren’t sure, but considering the topics of accidental pregnancies and very messy breakups – maybe it would be best to wish for the latter)

You were on your fourth glass of champagne at this point, something you couldn’t understand as every sip you took attempted to change your mind; it really just tasted the same – like fucking ass. The state of yourself on the other hand arguably has made some progress, to your best friend’s delight. You had joined in on Ningning’s nonsensical babbling a half glass ago, nodding along to whatever came out of her mouth with a small giggle tickling up your throat. She leaned into your ear, slurring some muddled sentence that was drowned out by the screaming lyrics of ABBA. A nod came as a reflex for you, a dazed smile tugging at your lips.

She gave you a little squeeze on your shoulders, shuffling past a sea of people and to the other end of the room. The world seemed to move faster than what your brain could handle at that given moment, only registering the disappearance of your friend as well as the foreign group of kids gathered around you a few minutes later. 

There you were, at square one once again, like a clueless fish stuck between the school of other wandering creatures. Except, replace the ocean with flat champagne and cheap house beer.

With an exasperated sigh, you took a step back from the chattering circle, but what you thought was an empty space was in fact a person. A person with a full glass of beer – well, half full after you knocked into it.

“Shit- Fuck- I’m so sorry, is your drink o…kay?” Your words trailed off as you came face to face with your ex-best friend Mark Lee.

Ah yes. Mark Lee and Y/N L/N, quite the known duo during your middle school days. Inseparable, protective and unanimously voted as most probably secretly dating or housing feelings for each other – which to be fair, wasn’t exactly false. 

Your rather complicated feelings for the boy began in fifth grade when the boy slipped you a silly doodle of a duck in a top hat during math class. The two of you were seated a table apart from each other with your respective seatmates so you weren’t too sure of why he specifically chose you to gift his work of art but regardless, you giggled, pencilling in the words “Taffy the Duck” on the top of the page to pass back to him. Your little note passings continued throughout the rest of elementary school, leading to middle school where in your despair realised that you shared zero classes with the boy. Despite this, your friendship stood as strong as ever, hanging out during lunchtimes and visiting the local 7/11 after school until well – it wasn’t.

There was no pivotal moment when you stopped being as close as you were; in fact, it was a question that remained frustratingly unanswered throughout the years. It wasn’t like the two of you ever argued or had a major fallout – which could’ve given you a proper reason to either make up or talk to him again – but rather be described as a painstakingly slow drift, enough to the point where it was unnoticeable. Maybe it started with the branching of different friend groups then led to your attention on your respective crushes at the time – which now that you recollected on your past, think that your hidden feelings for each other at the time were the only thing holding you together.

Sure, you had attempted to revive your friendship at times, starting with the ever-so-awkward first hellos in the stairwell to a couple of sentences exchanged before classes started in your final year, but all efforts seem to have unravelled as you graduated from school and went on your separate ways, until today.

“Oh hey, Y/N?” 

You handed him a napkin from the bar, “Mark.” 

Shaking the excess residue off of his hand, he mumbled a quiet thanks as he took the napkin from you. You wanted to die, really. As a matter of fact, you were convinced that it would be a much more pleasant experience than silently standing like some dumb wooden doll in front of your ex-best friend, as he cleaned up after your mess. 

“So,” he cleared his throat, “It’s been a while huh?”

You gulped down the last sip of your drink, feeling the burn of the champagne trickling down your oesophagus, “Yeah, I mean the last time we talked was, one and half years ago?” – Technically, it was his birthday a little less than a year ago when the two of you last exchanged messages. It entailed your short greeting of “happy b’day mark!” and the equally blunt response of “haha thanks y/n”. However according to the Cambridge dictionary, a conversation is defined as a discussion about a particular subject and well, nothing was discussed.

“Well, how have you been? Your brother doing well?” Mark passed his fingers through his dark locks, turning his full attention to you.

You were surprised he remembered your brother, with him starting school not long before you guys stopped being friends, “He’s doing well, grown up a lot since you last saw him,” you snorted, remembering his little presence trailing behind the two of you after school, begging for you to buy him Mcdonald's fries, “How about you? You attend NCIT right?”

“Yep, studying Business,” he rolled his eyes, “Quite the regretful choice. How about you?”

“Communications at Yonsei,” you responded, “Though, I did originally transfer from Business, due to as you said. Quite the experience.”

Mark chuckled knowingly, raising his glass to take a sip of his remaining drink, “It suits you. Communications that is.”

“What? Because I’m loud?” you joked.

He shook his head, “You always had great ideas, people always looked to you for advice.” 

A warm smile made its way onto your face. It was a reassuring phrase to hear, short but impactful nonetheless. Especially as you struggled to figure out your path after school, switching from one faculty to another in hopes of finding the one that didn’t make you want to throw yourself off a cliff side. Communications was a spontaneous jump but it was the only choice that made you confident in your abilities so hearing this sort of external validation felt nice, especially from him.

Mark returned the gesture, eyes crinkling into the tender crescent shape. Despite the maturing of his facial structure, he still housed the same childlike smile. The one which stretched to the outskirts of his cheeks, softening his overall cold exterior. The one that made you fall for him in the first place. 

“How come I didn’t catch you at school earlier?”

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts, “O-Oh, I turned up pretty late so I missed out on the terrace drinks.” 

“That makes more sense,” Mark hummed in affirmation, eyeing you up and down, “I feel like I definitely would’ve noticed you if you were there.”

What. 

“Tequila shot?” he offered.

You bat an eye, “Uh, sure.”

YOU SEE, you were an affectionate drunk – most often seen clinging onto your friends’ bodies for dear life or littering kisses on their cheeks towards the peak of your night outs. You concluded your drastic personality change was due to the massive confidence boost and the silencing of the practical parts of your brain, meaning that your already concerning amount of extrovertedness maxed the scale.

Before that evening, this quirky little trait of yours never caused you harm, only resulting in the multitude of ‘friends’ being made in the club’s restroom line or several new followers on Instagram the morning after – half of which you barely remember the existence of. 

It was barely eleven when Donghyuck snatched you away from your friends, keeping what you thought to be an empty promise of taking a shot with you. Although you were the one originally suggesting your actions, you won’t lie that you held low expectations for him to follow through – most definitely considering his current state of mind.

Clinking your shot glasses together, you downed the liquor in mere seconds, followed by the soothing taste of the lime, melting away the burn that chased up your throat. An electrified laugh sounded from your left as the familial chords of Bruno Mars blasted through the speakers. Donghyuck held no hesitation to grab your hands, dragging you to the front of the speakers as he playfully serenaded you throughout the way.

You could only shyly giggle as he twirled you around the circling crowd, blatantly avoiding his grand gestures for you to sing along. But your resistance didn’t last long as the chorus hit, finding yourself swaying to the beat of the music, accepting the enclosing distance between your bodies. You peered up to meet his eyes, still filled with the childlike wonder and life from the early days of your friendship to the sharp slope of his nose to his scattered moles down to his supple lips.

“You know Hyuck, you’re really hot.”

A satisfied grin laced Donghyuck’s lips, “Am I now?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You weren’t exactly sure what initially prompted you to blurt your relatively forward words to the unsuspecting boy. Maybe it was the lingering fresh taste of the lime on your tongue. Maybe it was the way he swiped his tongue against his bottom lip to soak up any last droplets of the liquor or simply because you just wanted to. Either way, what you didn’t expect was for a smirk to tug against Donghyuck’s lips, stepping closer to your body, eyes flickering to your lips as a finger grazed the underside of your chin. He momentarily wavered a couple centimetres away from your lips, warm breath fanning against your face before his lips met yours. 

The once horridly ear-deafening music of the room with the bubbling chatters of your cohort seemed to fade into the background as the ghost of Donghyuck’s hands skimmed the bare parts of your waist. His tousled curls tickled the sides of your cheeks as he nipped at your jawline, pinning your body firmer against the wall. 

“God forbid if our mothers saw us right now,” you let out a slight gasp as he kissed the sensitive part of your neck.

“Well, good thing our mothers aren’t here to see us, right?” a low chuckle rumbled from his throat before reconnecting your lips again, his tongue fighting for its place in your mouth. Your fingers gripped at the back of his head, tugging at the strands to elicit a staggered moan from the boy, filling your chest with a weird sense of pride and definitely not helping your already inflated ego.

You could conclude you had certainly passed your tipsy stage, with the last shot of tequila seeping into your system and pushing your brain’s irrationality almost a bit too far. You remembered once hearing your tenth-grade biology teacher talk about the effects of alcohol on the human body and how it altered your brain’s chemical composition. Specifically, how it lowered an individual’s inhibitions and social rationalisation.

And considering your ongoing messy but undeniably hot lip-locking with Lee Donghyuck, you began regretting zoning off in the latter part of that science lesson (not really. You did manage to beat your personal record in 2048) where she had subsequently explained how to piece together the drunken jumble in your brain as the following few words which tumbled out of your mouth, you would inevitably regret.

“Wait, I need to pee.”

YOU HAD TO ADMIT. It was quite scary the amount of things you managed to figure out about yourself whilst severely intoxicated.

One, you really couldn’t hold your bladder. Evident by the frequent trips to the restroom every thirty minutes or the number of times you had bumped into the same group of girls gathered outside the basins, offering you a hit of their neon-coloured vape and a piece of their drunken secrets. 

Two, realising the sheer amount of time and money wasted spent trying to figure yourself out during your high school years as the one night of limitless alcoholic beverages seemed to be a confronting personality test in itself. 

Three, the emotions you spent years persuading to simmer down in your heart were capable of rapidly firing out in mere seconds alongside the memory bank of shitty pick-up lines and your apparent drunken rizz that went through the roof.

Four, maybe your best friend’s words of you supposedly being in your “hoe phase” were really true because at that moment, you really, really wanted to kiss someone – more specifically, Mark Lee.

It wasn't exactly the best course of action, considering your heated make-out session with Donghyuck not too long before – which you left halfway through, might you add. But wise decisions weren’t things you were great at making. Especially a few too many glasses of champagne and spirits deep.

According to your very skewed sense of time, it was around midnight when you stumbled into Mark once again, this time hidden within the shadows behind a pillar in the corner with another drink in his hand. Not many people lingered around this part of the room. You guessed it was due to the immobile bodies sprawled across the dingy carpet a few metres in front and a frustrating lack of both music and alcohol. With a light trip in your step, you made your way towards the boy.

“Oh my gosh Mark! What are you doing here?” 

A concerned grimace appeared upon Mark’s lips, prompting him to place his drink on the carpeted floor to steady your rocking body. The room had begun spinning at this point in time, with Mark’s face distorting ever so slightly to your hilarity.

A giggle bubbled up your throat, followed by your hands which gravitated towards the poor boy’s face, poking various parts of his features in such fascination. Mark could only sigh, registering his sheer lack of control in the situation, as he sat you on the plastic chair. 

A wave of peace washed over your bodies for a few minutes, with Mark quietly sipping on the remainder of his drink whilst you traced your fingers across his jawline. Though much to his despair, the calm before the storm barely lasted three minutes as your loud ass mouth began itching to dominate your brain.

“Mark, has anyone ever told you how fucking hilarious you are?” 

Mark deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest, “I haven’t said anything.” 

“SEE?!” You bounced out of your seat, “A fucking knee slapper that one!” 

Another sigh escaped his lips, getting ahold of your shoulders again to place you back down, “Y/N, how did you manage to even get like this?”

“You know Donghae? Haechang? Whatever his name is-”

“Donghyuck.” Mark corrected, eyebrows furrowing at the mention of his name, “What did that overgrown cabbage patch kid do to you?” 

“Relax, he just bought me a shot…” You drew out your words before pouting, “Or two, and maybe a couple drinks before that.”

Mark shook his head, patting your head, “I’m gonna get you some water.”

“Nooo! Don’t go, you’re so sexy!” You latched yourself onto his waist, fingers twisting around the belt loops of his jeans. 

You could feel him visibly freeze on the spot, occasionally twitching nervously the closer your hands lingered to his crotch. You staggered up from your seat again, hands grazing his torso to wrap around his neck. Despite only a part of his face being illuminated by the light behind the pillar, it was enough to make out his parted lips and widened eyes.

Just like Hyuck, you realised how much Mark had grown into his mature face over the years. His cheekbones were more prominent, and his hair styled with the hard gel he refused to use in middle school. You reached to pass a stray strand across his forehead, though your eyes never left his and your lips inching closer towards his.

“You’re drunk, Y/N.”

You shrugged, eyes flickering down to his lips, “I wasn’t drunk when I wanted to kiss you.”

“And when was that?”

“Middle school, high school,” You paused, pondering for a second, “After graduation.”

A moment of shock flashed across the boy’s face, lips partly ajar and what seemed like a rollercoaster of emotions tumbling within his eyes. You had always questioned what his response would’ve been to a potential confession back in the day; maybe he would’ve reciprocated your drawn-out feelings and lived as a happy couple to this day, or if you wanted to be pessimistic, suffered the horrors of a toxic middle school relationship and be forever traumatised by love for the rest of your life; or maybe he would’ve rejected your feelings and just remained as an awkward pair of “besties”. 

There was a little voice shrieking from the depths of your brain to shut the fuck up, most probably belonging to your sober self trying to save your face. However, it seemed as though the mystery to your decades-long question would be answered that night as Mark chuckled, clearing his throat.

"Middle school me would've gone crazy hearing this." 

You knew you were definitely wasted at that moment, his words of reciprocation to your elementary school feelings flying over your head and rather hyperfocused on the warmth of his embrace and the subtle gulp of nervousness he took.

"What about present-day Mark?” You murmured, your breath hitting his lips, “Is this making him crazy too?"

"Absolutely insane."

You were reminded of your friends’ comments on your drunken rizz, with apparently any form of embarrassment and dignity thrown into the gutter to crash and burn. With the amount of unknown dms you had woken up to the morning after drinking, you’d think you would’ve learnt your lesson by now – but your drunken alter ego was a stubborn bitch. 

A bitch who definitely needed some kind of therapy.

As Mark smashed his lips onto yours, it was then you were hit by your mother’s words about drinking responsibly. Obviously, to avoid alcohol poisoning, potentially blacking out and passing out on the side of the road, but most importantly, to avoid involving yourself in sticky situations in which your sober self had to deal with the aftermath.

But how were you supposed to anticipate that the aftermath of a fuckload of champagne and tequila shots was going to have you hooking up with your childhood crushes at your school reunion?

Oh, and blackout whilst you were at it.

YOU WEREN’T GOING TO LIE, waking up in the comfort of your sheets came as a surprise for your tired self. 

You were quite proud of yourself for making it back in one piece, or even back at home at all and not passing out on the side of the road somewhere, considering the rather large gap in your memory and the fact that you were most definitely still drunk when you woke up. 

There was a slight wobble in your step as you made your way over to the kitchen, head pounding and face still numb as you took the first miraculous sip of water. Your phone screen lit up with a bomb of message notifications and Instagram tags from last night, in which you nervously opened your active group chat.

[ yunjin ] did i miss anything?

[ shuhua ] i shit talked about ppl with aeri and somi whilst high

[ ningning ] yk i don’t think i recall parts of last night

[ you ] i mean,, understandable. u were pretty fucked

[ minjeong ] y/n wrestling tongues with donghyuck was the most unexpected for me

[ shuhua ] you what😭

[ you ] we are not mentioning that…

[ ningning ] wait i swear it was mark, was it not?

[ yunjin ] lol plot twist: it was both

[ you ] …

[ minjeong ] YOU MADE OUT WITH BOTH OF THEM!??!?!?!

You chose to shut off your phone at that moment, predicting the bloodbath of capitalised screams and spammed Facetime calls from the group. Which, in all honesty, you severely lacked the willpower to deal with.

A soft shuffle of slippers sounded at the kitchen entrance, and you turned to face your mother. Still in her pink fluffy pyjamas, drowsily waved as she made her way to the fridge, delicately opening the door to grab the milk. 

“How was last night?” she asked, making her way to the milk frother.

You hummed, walking to the coffee machine with a mug in hand. “It was…”

An absolute clusterfuck of chaos – would be the correct answer. But telling your mother you had drunkenly made out with the sweet little son of her old friend and the name of a boy she hadn’t heard from for half a decade probably wasn’t the best piece of news to be told first thing in the morning – if at all.

You slipped a capsule into the machine with a crack, half haphazardly pressing buttons on the top before a mellow whir filled the silence, “... Interesting.”

A short chuckle resonated inside the refrigerator door, “What did you do this time?” 

You scoffed, offended by the direct jab of her question, “Hey! I don’t always get into trouble!”

“So you didn’t do anything last night?” 

You groaned, pouring the foamed milk into the coffee mug, “Well, no…” Dragging on the o, you passed the mug to your mum, huffing as you sat on the countertops, “How can you always tell?”

“I think I’ve heard enough drunken antics from you to know,” she took a sip from her mug, raising her eyebrows at your phone lock screen, “And I think the amount of notifications you’re receiving says a lot too,”

You reached over the end of the countertop, swiping your phone with a roll of your eyes. Your once pretty lock screen of you and your friends had been bombarded by the stacks of message notifications, fulfilling your prediction of incessant exclamation marks and illegible keyboard smashes. However, one contact profile stood out from the rest – that being a concerned Renjun.

[ renjun ] u feeling alright after yesterday?

[ you ] physically, pretty decent.  [ you ] mentally, very confused.

[ renjun ] haha fair, u did seem pretty wasted before u left

His message made you pause, attempting to dial back your inefficient memory to when you left the venue. 

Did you even see Renjun before you left? Pfft, who were you even kidding – you didn’t even have any recollection of how you got home in the first place.

[ you ] remind me how i got home..? :)))

[ renjun ] … mark left u with minjeong who called u an uber home [ renjun ] god, how much do u remember?

[ you ] … not a lot

[ renjun ] u free wednesday? i think we need a debrief

“IS IT TRUE that you kissed both Mark and Donghyuck at the reunion?”

Now. When you agreed to get a casual drink with Renjun the following Wednesday, you had expected a few questions about your little flings with his friends to come up in conversation. But boy, did you fail to prepare for such bluntness so early on.

“H-how the fuck- did you- know?” Choking on the sharp intake of the unmixed gin at the bottom of your cocktail, the calm approach you had rehearsed on the way over to the bar fell apart as your response came out as a desperate splutter of coughs and stutters.

Renjun threw you a sidelong look, chucking the pathetic remains of the stale popcorn at your figure, which you barely dodged.

“Because those horny fuckboys told me, how else?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, the accentuation of the word fuckboys making you feel rather defensive over your drunken behaviour, “Just for the record, I don’t usually go around sucking faces with every hot guy I see.”

“I never accused you of doing so.” 

A smug look settled on Renjun’s face, clearly amused by your unfortunate situation judging by the quirk of his lips as you reached for your drink once again. 

“You are insufferable.”

“So-” Renjun dragged on, resting his elbows against the tabletop, “Who was the better kisser, hm?”

The alcoholic concoction got caught in your throat once again, sending both you and your rapidly declining self-preservation into a downward spiral. The straightforwardness of the boy is one of the contributing factors, the rest being the rather vivid flashbacks of your liaisons a few nights prior. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t talked about this before – in fact, you recalled it being one of the first questions shoved into your face when you picked up your friends’ calls. However, whether you gave them the answers they were desperately seeking for, you weren’t sure because simply. You weren’t exactly certain about how to answer it either.

“I cannot believe that you hooked up with both your childhood crushes and managed to mess up both interactions,” you remembered Shuhua splutter incredulously through your FaceTime call with the approving nods of the rest following shortly after.

“I just- how did you get the courage to pull the two hottest guys in our year whilst being the drunkest you had ever gotten?” 

“It was because I was the drunkest I had ever been,” you grumbled in response, rolling your eyes at your screen, “I wouldn’t have otherwise.”

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t hook up with them again?” 

You chose to remain silent for Ningning’s question, neither wanting to directly confirm or deny any theorised accusations which plagued your best friends’ minds, but, with the growing giddiness which reflected on their faces, you realised that no amount of silence could ever hide your real thoughts from your friends, prompting the passing notion that maybe the silence was actually meant for you and your restless little brain. 

Shaking away your thoughts, you turned back to Renjun, “Why are you so interested in this anyway?”

Renjun slurped the last droplets of his cocktail, eyebrows raised in amusement, “Well, aside from the fact that you chose my two best friends as your hookups for the night – which, may I add, coincidentally happens to be both your childhood crushes – Let’s just say those two aren’t exactly on good terms right now.”

Your lips parted from the straw, “Aren’t on good terms?”

As far as you remembered, the three of them had been best friends since early middle school – a fact that made you want to coil up into a shameful ball of nonexistence – you recalled seeing them on the soccer field at lunch, oftentimes doubling over themselves over something on Donghyuck’s phone or the rare exchanges of shy hellos and flustered smiles when they had met up with Mark as he dropped you off in front of your classroom. 

Despite the drift in friendship from your end, Mark’s friendship with Donghyuck had always seemed to remain close – which, considering their shared activities of partying, sports and residing in the same social circle, made sense.

Noticing your puzzlement towards his revelation, he added, “Believe it or not, they fought over the same girl a few months ago.” Renjun popped the fries in his mouth as if he wasn’t casually spilling his best friends' secrets to a girl he randomly reunited with a couple days ago, “which is funny because that’s literally what’s happening right now.”

You groaned, slinking further into the wooden seat with your head buried into your hands, “Great. So what you’re saying is that I’ve just further ruined your guys’ friendship because of some silly drunken mistake.”

“I guess you could say that.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Oh, lovely. What a great reassurance to hear.”

“I was just offering my pure honesty, no harm intended.” 

The two of you slipped into a comfortable silence, ordering the last deserving round of the cheap happy hour cocktails before it was too late. As you waited for your orders to be delivered, Renjun spent the time scrolling through the photos of their drunken nights out, replaying the short clips of Donghyuck with a traffic cone over his head and his own unfortunate events of being rolled around the empty city in a stolen shopping cart.

With the number of snorts and giggles exchanged, it felt like no time had passed since your high school days – except for the increasing recklessness between both parties.

You began retelling your version of your nights out, from the gasps extracted as you mentioned witnessing a random street brawl in an alleyway to the disapproving tuts of his tongue about your case of being stranded on the side of a highway at three am. 

“You know Y/N? You really are the bringer of chaos.”

You could only chuckle in response as you reached for your phone, “Trust me, I’m not that bad.” 

However, as you unlocked your phone to read through your missed notifications for the evening, you realised that maybe you should fix your habit of making bad decisions whilst severely intoxicated, as what you found waiting on your lock screen served as a painful reminder of quite possibly your stupidest mistake yet.

Noticing your sudden change of demeanour, Renjun frowned, “Hey, is everything alright?”

You could only bat an eye, pushing your phone to his side of the table for him to read.

[ mark ] hey, what u up to?

[ donghyuck ] { image 1 } [ donghyuck ] wuju misses u :((

Yeah, you took it back. You really were the bringer of chaos.

a/n: bro u don't even understand.. this has been sitting in my wip docs for like more than a year😭 but i finally forced myself to write and post something on this app that wasn't a longass smau OIHFOIWEHF anyways thank you for reading!! don't hesitate to leave a comment and rb this post if you liked it🥲

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[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

Hi, I’m glad you’re bringing this topic up without it feeling like you’re going to be rude—in fact you’re being kind about it.

I do wish she’d speak up on a lot of topics. I live in the south, but am not a “typical southerner”. I’m a queer liberal. I would’ve loved for her to say something about the reproductive rights that were taken away from my state the very week she played multiple shows here, but she didn’t. Or to have voter registration available at the venue.

But back to Palestine, which is an absolute genocide. I’ve been torn wondering if I’m simply wanting her to speak up on it because it’s what I believe is right—or do I think it would effect change? I don’t know the answer to that, but you seem better versed than I am, and I guess I’m hoping this is a safe space to ask that. What would we hope comes from Taylor speaking out about this? I am trying to think critically about this, so I hope you won’t see this as me disagreeing. I really do wish she would. I just don’t if what we’re asking of her would end up being performative for the public, or would it effect real change to save lives in Palestine?

Hi anon, firstly, I’m so sorry to hear that your reproductive rights were stripped from you and your fellow citizens. If there’s anything I can do to help – whether that be signing a petition or donating to women in need – please let me know.

Secondly, I do want to make sure this is a safe space for swifties (especially those of us who are minorities and often feel overlooked in the fandom) to express their thoughts because its important that we use our critical thinking skills as opposed to following someone blindly and without question (we’re not sheep, after all).  

To answer your questions, “What would we hope comes from Taylor speaking out about this?” and “would it effect real change to save lives in Palestine?” there are 2 main points worth discussing.

Firstly, the most obvious point is that Taylor herself believes in activism and has stated that "I need to be on the right side of history". For reference, please see her Miss Americana documentary, her Rolling Stone interview on discussing white privilege as well as a bunch of other times she has made her stance clear (Tweets about Trump, interviews in her Lover era, her speech during Pride Month etc.).

Unfortunately, because she no longer participates in activism and hasn’t for a long time now during the peak of her career, it’s fair to criticise her previous activism during her Lover era as performative or selective.

It begs the question, “Does she no longer care about standing up for what is right?”

Secondly, to answer your question: yes, speaking out and doing the right thing matters and makes a difference. And there are three reasons for this:

The principle: to be on the right side of history

Safety of the oppressed (recently, Swifties have been caught committing hate crimes against minorities and doxing Palestinians)

It makes a difference (e.g. donations feed the hungry and poor, awareness leads to better voting outcomes which in turn leads to better policy decisions).

I’ve already spoken about the first point.

The second point is especially relevant following recent events where Swifties have harmed minorities (see below). In this case, it’s important for an influential leader of a powerful fandom to make their stance clear on a genocide so that innocent people don’t get harmed.

And the third point is that activism matters because it creates a real impact. For example, The Weeknd recently donated millions of dollars to families in Gaza which means people who are starving and are victims of genocide can at least be fed. Because Taylor is a billionaire, she has the capacity to spare a few dollars to feed those who are starving like her celebrity peers – Gigi Hadid, The Weeknd, Dua Lipa etc.

This is especially important for Taylor because the IDF and the State of Israel use her and her music in their PR strategies (see their post about her bodyguard on the social media account of Israel). This is similar to when Trump and the Republicans actively used her in their PR strategies and spoke about how much they liked her and so she became a darling of the extreme Right. That was until she came out and said she was against white supremacy and showed public support for the Dems.

Finally, as @placeinthisworld so eloquently put it, “friendly reminder you can love taylor swift but still be critical about her silence about politics and current events because tbh it’s pretty obvious where her values lie now”.  Here are other Swiftie’s who are more articulate than me:

Anyway, I hope this answers the question of why her fans (including me) are disappointed in her decision to remain deathly silent on genocide.

[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.

[purplezombietumbler]

The Dupain-Cheng Sisters

Name: Bridgette Dupain-Cheng.

Aliases: Lovely-Bug (Ladybug Miraculous), Beelzabub (Bee Miraculous), Clawdia Noir (Cat Miraculous), Hissette (Snake Miraculous).

Gender: Female.

Sex: Female.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual.

Age: 16.

Astrology Sign: Capricorn.

Race/Ethnicity: Half Chinese, half white. 

Height: 5'8".

Love Interest/Crush: Daphné Laurent.

Personality: Girly, absent-minded, slightly flirty.

Best Quality: Her reliability.

Worst Quality: Her lack of focus.

Fears: Being a bad sister.

Hobbies: Writting, gardening, candle making, photography.

Relationships: 

Tom Dupain: Dad.

Sabine Cheng: Mom.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Younger Sister.

Marietta Dupain-Cheng: Younger Sibling.

Vivienne Dupain-Cheng: Youngest Sister.

Various Trivia:

●Is the only child with brown hair and brown eyes like her father.

●Wears the most make up but it's more of a "natural" look.

●Can speak Mandarin, English, and French.

●She the sister that's helps with the bakery the most. Although, admittedly, she isn't THAT passionate about baking.

●Has the longest hair out of all the sisters and keeps it in two french braids.

●Has a part-time job in Wang's art shop.

●Best friends with Socqueline Wang.

●Knows Marinette is Ladybug and carries around a Ladybug keychain to show support.

●Favorite colors are pink, yellow, and orange.

●She was Master Fu's first choice for the Ladybug, but decided against it because Bridgette wasn't the best strategist.

●Met Daphné in her new school.

●Daphné was a secret for most of her family until Socqueline talked Bridgette into coming out.

Playlist: 

♤greedy By Tate McRae

♤Cool For The Summer By Demi Lovato

♤Heart of Gold By Ashley Huff

♤Lovesick By Emily Osment

♤Speed Drive By Charli XCX

Name: Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Aliases: Ladybug, Lady Noire, Multimouse, Dragon Bug, Lady Bee, Pegabug, Pennybug, Ladyfly, Bug Noire.

Gender: Female.

Sex: Female.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual.

Age: 15.

Astrology Sign: Cancer.

Race/Ethnicity: Half Chinese, half white. 

Height: 5'4".

Love Interest/Crush: Adrian Agreste.

Personality: Clumsy, sweet and outgoing, with the occasional bout of low self-esteem.

Best Quality: Her kindness.

Worst Quality: Her obsessive personality.

Fears: Being exposed as Ladybug.

Hobbies: Fashion designing, baking.

Relationships: 

Tom Dupain: Dad.

Sabine Cheng: Mom.

Bridgette Dupain-Cheng: Oldest Sister.

Marietta Dupain-Cheng: Younger Twin Sister (by 29 minutes).

Vivienne Dupain-Cheng: Youngest sister.

Various Trivia: N/A.

Playlist: 

♤New Rules By Dua Lipa

♤breathin By Ariana Grande

♤Look At Her Now By Selena Gomez

♤Power By Little Mix

♤Heroes (We Could Be) By Alesso ft. Tove Lo

(Inspired by @your-art-is-gay )

Name: Marietta Dupain-Cheng.

Aliases: Lady-Luck (Ladybug Miraculous), Mouscedes (Mouse Miraculous), Catty Noir (Cat Miraculous), Blaze (Rooster Miraculous), Maddy-Taur (Ox Miraculous).

Gender: Bigender.

Sex: Female.

Pronouns: She/Him.

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Acesexual, Heteroromantic.

Age: 15.

Astrology Sign: Cancer.

Race/Ethnicity: Half Chinese, half white. 

Height: 5'4".

Love Interest/Crush: Max Kanté.

Personality: Tomboy, plays dumb because she's laid back and hates it when people think she's going to cure cancer or something.

Best Quality: Her chill attitude.

Worst Quality: She plays dumb.

Fears: Failure.

Hobbies: Skateboarding, painting, history, sports.

Relationships: 

Tom Dupain: Dad.

Sabine Cheng: Mom.

Bridgette Dupain-Cheng: Oldest sister.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Older Twin Sister (by 29 minutes).

Vivienne Dupain-Cheng: Younger sister.

Various Trivia:

●Helps Sabine with her painting class as much as she can.

●Best friends with Alix Kubdel.

●She had a crush on Alix, but when she found out Alix was Aromatic, Marietta backed off and stayed friends.

●Knows Marinette is Ladybug.

●Fights with Vivienne the most. (Usually its play-fighting but still).

●Knows Marinette is Ladybug and has a Ladybug bracelet to show support. She also covers for Marinette most of the time.

●Has the shortest haircut out of all the sisters, styled in a disheveled mushroom.

●Favorite colors are Blue, Red, Black.

●Came out to Alix first.

●She doesn't like to show off, but she can beat Kim in an arm wrestling contest and takes pride in her athleticism.

●She perfers to be the "side character" and doesn't like attention.

●She's the only person that can keep with Max in a conversation.

Playlist: 

♤Here's To Never Growing Up By Avril Lavigne

♤Don’t Play By Halsey

♤Harleys In Hawaii By Katy Perry

♤AMERICAN HORROR SHOW By SNOW WIFE

♤Paint The Town Red By Rain Paris

Name: Vivienne Dupain-Cheng.

Aliases: Shadybug (Ladybug Miraculous), Purrsephone (Cat Miraculous), Tiger Lilly (Tiger Miraculous).

Gender: Female.

Sex: Female.

Pronouns: She/They.

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Lesbian.

Age: 14.

Astrology Sign: Scorpio.

Race/Ethnicity: Half Chinese, half white. 

Height: 4'9".

Love Interest/Crush: Zoé Lee.

Personality: Had to learn quickly that "Just because you CAN doesn't mean you SHOULD!" Has a hard time keeping her temper in check, especially with people who disrespect her sisters.

Best Quality: Her loyalty.

Worst Quality: Her temper.

Fears: Thunder and lightning.

Hobbies: Music, poetry, electronic guitar.

Relationships: 

Tom Dupain: Dad.

Sabine Cheng: Mom.

Bridgette Dupain-Cheng: Oldest sister.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Older sister.

Marietta Dupain-Cheng: Older sister.

Various Trivia:

●Emo Baby™.

●Her favorite singer is Jagged Stone.

●Has the least incommon with Marinette.

●Hates Kim. With most her being.

●Hates Chloé Bourgeois.

●She has the ability to know when someone is lying to her, and immediately doesn't like Lila Rossi.

●Favorite colors are Magenta, purple, black.

●Wears the most visible make up of all the sisters (eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick).

●When Vivienne found out what Kim did to Marinette, she pulled him aside and told him: "If you hurt my sister, purposely or otherwise, I will beat you up so bad you're going to wish that you were dead," and ever since then, Kim has been terrified of Viv and doesn't go near Marinette.

●Prized possessions are her MP3 player and her noise canceling headphones.

●Collections vinyl records.

●Gets music lessons from Luka.

●She used to get into rages and destroy things and hurt herself but now channels her energy in music.

●Has black hair like her mom and magenta highlights and styles it short choppy emo haircut.

●The closest thing to a friend she has is Luka but other than that, she has no friends.

Playlist: 

♤All I Wanted By Paramore

♤After Dark By Mr. Kitty

♤Problem By Becky G

♤Afterglow By Taylor Swift

♤Hands Up! By 6arelyhuman & kets4eki ft. pixel hood

[theink-stainedfolk]

OC Music Taste Tag

Thank you for the tag @willtheweaver

I hope ya'll don't mind me using multiple ocs. And pardon me for going into too much depth. But i think music sometimes works as a medium to see through people too. So I'll also explain.

Fated to Defy

Han Joon-oh / Juno

Given Joon-oh’s struggles with self-worth and his emotional, almost melancholic nature, he’d probably gravitate towards a mix of emotional ballads and introspective indie tracks. Expect him to listen to:

Phoebe Bridgers for those reflective, self-examining lyrics that hit too close to home.

Troye Sivan because his open LGBTQ identity would resonate with Joon-oh, especially with tracks like “Bloom” or “My My My!”

The Weeknd because let's be real—Joon-oh’s seductive new appearance post-transmigration demands something with a sensual edge, so “Earned It” would be on repeat. Lol

He might even listen to Eyes Don't Lie by Isabel LaRosa, given that it's already stuck in your head and would perfectly fit his vibe.

Melian Draegonhart

Melian’s initially aloof but deeply emotional personality would lead him toward something more intense, dark, and dramatic:

Hozier would suit his dramatic flair, with tracks like “Take Me to Church” speaking to the deep longing and complex emotions beneath his villainous exterior.

Deftones for the brooding, sultry, and borderline obsessive side of his character. Think “Change (In the House of Flies)” with its moody undertones.

Classical music – I can also see Melian listening to something haunting and dark like Rachmaninoff or Beethoven when he's alone, reflecting on the burden of his existence and fate.

Surprisingly, Melian might have a soft spot for Lana Del Rey. Her hauntingly glamorous yet tragic aura would appeal to his yearning for something beautiful and unattainable.

Crimson Threads

Rosaire Fabyan

He’s charismatic, calculated, and loves controlling situations while maintaining a flawless image.

Pop Hits & Dance Tracks – Think Ariana Grande, Dua Lipa, or The Weeknd. Something upbeat that matches his effortless charm and can keep him energized.

Smooth Jazz & Lo-fi – Rosaire also enjoys music that he can relax to in the background while working. Artists like Tom Misch or lo-fi playlists would suit his cool, intellectual side.

Vintage Classics – Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin—music from the classic crooners that speak to his sophisticated side. Something timeless and effortlessly suave, much like Rosaire himself.

But for something surprising… he might secretly listen to 2000s emo bands (My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco) for those rare moments when he’s not feeling as in control and needs a throwback to release tension.

Leisle Harpham

Leisle is emotionally raw, blunt, and overpowered.

Alt-Rock/Indie – Leisle might like bands like Arctic Monkeys, Tame Impala, or The Black Keys. Something with a rebellious, confident vibe that mirrors his own chaotic energy.

Rap/Hip-Hop – Artists like Kendrick Lamar or J. Cole. Leisle appreciates lyricism and emotional depth, and rap would let him vibe with songs that speak to real-world grit and power struggles.

Acoustic/Indie Folk – For those rare, quieter moments, Leisle might enjoy music like Bon Iver or The Lumineers. Something raw and reflective, matching his emotionally intelligent side.

The surprise? He might be the type to have hyperpop like Charli XCX or 100 gecs secretly tucked away in his playlist for those moments when he wants to let loose and shock Rosaire with something unpredictable.

Eclipsed Hearts

Shion Kisaragi

Shion probably has a soft spot for unexpected genres. Despite his cool, charismatic demeanor, I could see him secretly enjoying something soothing or laid-back, like indie pop or alternative R&B. He might surprise everyone by listening to artists like The Weeknd or Tame Impala. He'd also appreciate something with a bit of edge, like The Neighbourhood or even Deftones for those intense, introspective nights.

Raoul Kiràly

Raoul, being newer to the vampire world and still grappling with his humanity, would gravitate towards something soulful or reflective. He might listen to Sampha or James Blake, something that lets him sit with his thoughts. But when he's feeling energized, he could be into some retro-inspired pop, like Dua Lipa or even The 1975—songs that remind him of simpler times but with a modern twist.

Whispers of Shadow & Love

Vesperine Chevalier:

Given her adventurous spirit and how diving is part of her life, Vesperine might surprise people by being into high-energy pop hits and electronic dance music (EDM). Songs like “Blinding Lights” by The Weeknd or “Levitating” by Dua Lipa might make her feel energized and free when she’s in or near the water. However, she might have a guilty pleasure for mellow indie pop on calm days, like “Sea Girls” or “Florence and the Machine.” Arkyn Fontaine:

Arkyn, despite his intensity, probably listens to very chill, almost zen-like music when no one’s looking. He'd have something like lo-fi beats playing to help him stay calm and keep his mind sharp, especially while working or plotting. He might also surprise people with a love for classic rock or 90s alt-rock bands like Radiohead or Nirvana when he's feeling more introspective or needs to tune out the world. Cleo: Cleo would absolutely have the loudest, most energetic playlist. Think upbeat pop-punk or fast-tempo alternative rock. She’s all about girl power anthems, so she’d jam out to Paramore, Avril Lavigne, and Billie Eilish. Her Spotify is all about that “good vibes only” energy, with a hint of rebellion. When in a really good mood, though, she’s blasting feel-good bops from Lizzo or Doja Cat. Caden: Caden seems like the kind of person who’d have an eclectic taste, but he'd secretly be a sucker for 2000s R&B or acoustic singer-songwriters. Think John Mayer or Leon Bridges. He likes soulful tunes that make him reflect. But don't be shocked if he also listens to nostalgic 90s and early 2000s hits, or has a few guilty pleasure cheesy pop songs like Backstreet Boys or Bruno Mars thrown into the mix.

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[f1ghtsoftly]

All The Women’s News You Missed This Week

10/7/24-10/14/24

A South Korean Novelist takes home the Nobel Prize in Literature, Trump, and Harris vie for women voters. Women around the world continue to organize and fight male violence most notably this week accross South Africa, in Kolkata, and rural France. 

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US Election:

Trump to join Fox News town hall with only women in audience

Obama’s callout to Black men touches a nerve among Democrats. Is election-year misogyny at play?

Abortion has passed inflation as the top election issue for women under 30, survey finds

Women’s Health and Reproductive Rights:

‘I found out I had cervical cancer while I was pregnant’

‘The View’ abortion ad signals wider effort to use an FCC regulation to spread a message

Moreno’s abortion comment rattles debate in expensive Senate race in Republican-leaning Ohio

Texas man drops case against 3 women for helping his ex-wife get abortion pills

Transgender/Gender Critical:

A kitchen staffed by trans women is a refuge for Mexico City’s LGBTQ+ community

‘Saboteurs’ release thousands of crickets at gender-critical group LGB Alliance's London event

Colorado court ducks deciding if baker could refuse to make LGBTQ-themed cake

California Gov. Gavin Newsom signs and vetoes LGBTQ+ legislation

Florida mom of trans student sues school district, claiming retaliation and violation of rights

Women In The News:

The stats and shoes behind Chepngetich's amazing marathon world record

New Zealand ship didn’t sink because its captain was a woman, the ‘appalled’ defense minister says

American equal pay icon Lilly Ledbetter dies aged 86

Lupita Nyong'o speaks of family ordeal and condemns 'chilling' Kenya crackdown

'My employers locked me in the house and left when the bombings started'

How South Korea's 'real-life mermaids' made Malala want to learn to swim

Marine Le Pen hits back in EU funds misuse trial

Ukrainian journalist, 27, who chronicled Russian occupation dies in prison

Mothers seek justice for minors detained in Venezuelan election aftermath

Male Violence Against Women:

NY prosecutors want to combine Harvey Weinstein’s criminal cases into a single trial

Jury finds ex-member of rock band Mr. Bungle guilty of killing his girlfriend

Dad told police he killed Sara Sharif, court hears

Chris Brown concert shines spotlight on violence against women in South Africa

YouTuber Yung Filly charged with raping woman in Australia

Interpol asks public to help crack murdered women cold cases

Accused men confronted with abuse videos in French mass rape trial

Madeleine McCann suspect cleared of rape charges in separate trial

Sean 'Diddy' Combs' sex trafficking trial set for May

OnlyFans user pleads guilty in child pornography case

Arts and Culture:

South Korea's Han Kang wins Nobel Literature Prize

Art becomes outrage: Kolkata festival confronts crime against female doctor

K-pop star to testify on music industry bullying

Muni Long believes ‘Revenge’ is a dish best served with success

Riley Keough felt a duty to finish Lisa Marie Presley’s book on Elvis, grief, addiction and love

Music Review: Charli XCX’s ‘Brat and it’s completely different but also still brat’ remixes, ranked

Music Review: ‘Sex Education’ star Dua Saleh’s debut, ‘I Should Call Them’ is arty, experimental pop

Rekha at 70: Bollywood's timeless icon

Tributes paid to author's 'empathy and respect'

Experience artist Es Devlin's powerful new work

Disclaimer review: Cate Blanchett gives an 'increasingly frenzied' performance in this 'engrossing' revenge thriller

'I was told Mr Loverman was too niche for TV'

As always, this is global and domestic news from a US perspective covering feminist issues and women in the news more generally. As of right now, I do not cover Women’s Sports. Published each Monday afternoon.

[campingbagandstuff]

.22/9.33 {Part 2 of 12}; 21

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Dimensions

Ku waktu kapan itu pas lagi pengen nulis banyak perasaan banyak banget yang mau diomongin. Eh tapi sekarang giliran udah ada waktunya malah bingung mau ngomong apa.

Kalau lihat catatan sih, mau bahas “dimensions”, jujur ini pasti ada istilah psikologi/saintifiknya, tapi intinya adalah memahami bahwa satu orang itu bisa punya BANYAK banget facets.

Aku sempat frustrasi banget pas pernah ditegur mama: “udah mau doktor kok ya nonton konser”. Aku bingung. Hah apa hubungannya? Apakah menjadi doktor/ibu/dosen/presiden/(insert pekerjaan di sini) dan nonton konser/(insert apapun bentuk orang mencari inspirasi di sini) mutually exclusive? Apakah yang satu tidak bisa kalau yang lainnya terjadi juga secara bersamaan?

Oh jadi inget, salah satu trigger yang muncul kenapa ku pengen bahas ini adalah karena kemarin dua tweets-ku viral di saat yang bersamaan itu. Ada yang komen “ku-follow akunnya karena mau belajar sains, eh ternyata ngetweet politik, jadi unfollow deh”. Pertama ye balasan-ku ke orang ini: “no one f-ing asked”, lu mau follow gw kek, unfollow kek, bebas, terserah anda, kalo katanya Iqbal “this is not an airport, you don’t have to announce your departure”. Kedua, ya itu tadi “lah emang kalau gw saintis terus jadi gw ga bisa ngetweet politik?? Yee akun akun gua.”

Intinya adalah, ku sangat frustrasi dengan pandangan orang-orang (terutama di Indonesia) that people can’t have more than one dimension. It’s as if a person can only have one axis run in them. Oh kalau lo a, ya yaudah a aja yang dikerjain, gausah ngerjain b c d. Ini juga yang cukup menjelaskan kenapa banyak orang terkejut-kejut kalau ada Presiden/Pejabat pemerintah punya interests/hobbies di luar politik.

Cuma mau bilang aja, orang mau ngapain, suka apa juga mah terserah. Selama dia ga ninggalin responsibilities dia di salah satu posisi yang dia pegang. Gak ngerugiin orang lain. Ku super reflective banget karena ku baru sadar aku teh geologist tapi ya bahas geologinya di tempat kerja aja??? Di sosmed ya bahas apa yang kusenangi: Stray Kids, Bangchan. Kemudian kalau nggak lagi kerja ya ku bakal nonton konser. Ibadah juga, punya facet muslim juga kan soalnya. Kemudian sebagai Indonesian ku suka main angklung, gamelan. Sebagai woman, ku ada values on equality yang kuperjuangkan. Ku suka banget BELAJAR BAHASA. Jadi, ku juga explore side linguistics. Selain doing research, ku juga suka banget NGAJAR, jadi ku bakal ngebacot dan suka ngulik tentang psikologi siswa, psikologi guru/dosen, power-relation dosen-mahasiswa, assessment methods.

Kalau ku disuruh describe diriku dalam 1 kata aku ini apa, THAT WOULD BE VERY HARD?? I think I would say… “I am a learner”. WOW CLICHÉ BANGET FAK NON WKWKW. Tapi beneran I don’t think I would say “I am a geologist”/”earth scientist” karena jujur I don’t think I am se-“geos” itu. I love going to the field, but also I find it really hard thinking in the field. Mostly, I would just be amazed and mesmerized at the rocks/landscapes, appreciating the process through time, tapi kalau disuruh nulis paper tentang itu? Sorry gak dl.

I wouldn’t say “I am a teacher/lecturer” because do PEOPLE realize how hard it is to be a teacher??? The emotional roller-coaster you have to go through?? At least with rocks, they won’t talk back to you, but with human bruv? Pain. Apalagi kalau humannya super entitled dan ngerasa “loh kan gw udah ngebayar lo buat ngajarin gw? Ya ajarin gw sampe gw ngerti dong!”. Jadi balik lagi ke postingan-ku sebelum ini tentang belajar yang mana ku masih merasa responsibility of understanding something lies in the hands of the learner themselves, not on the teacher.

“I am an Indonesian”?? Jelas nggak. Ku betul-betul sudah considering melepas passport Indonesia-ku for real, karena betul-betul lebih banyak kemaslahatannya ni paspor.

“I am a muslim” juga berat banget. I don’t think I am an exemplary muslim, but I am trying(??).

“I am a KPOP fan” juga akan works in some settings, tapi beneran I don’t think I want to be remembered as that when I die later.

“I am a scientist” juga terlalu broad and with my laziness with writing, kayanya scientist is not the job I preferred to be called.

Intinya susah banget kalau harus mendefine sesuatu sebagai sesuatu (ini filosofis). I can be anything I want. So do you, so does other people. Let people have as many dimensions as they want. Jadi semoga ke depannya kita nggak yang: “ih dia kok xx sih, padahal kan dia xx”. Just let them be, people. Selama gak merugikan kita, gak membahayakan siapapun, selama mereka happy. (KU BACA LAGI KALIMAT DI ATAS, ini betul-betul prinsip liberal dan personal freedom-nya US lol).

Dah gitu dulu. Mau pulang dan solat Magrib. Happy weekend all! Part 3-nya tentang Science Comm menyusul yah. Semoga sempat menulis weekend ini.

30.18 17:26pm 26/01/2024

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Northumbria Playlist

Spotify playlist | 68 songs | 4h 10m

< all songs by Northern English artists highlighted in blue >

Sound Of The Underground, Girls Aloud

Jump, Girls Aloud

Love Machine, Girls Aloud

Biology, Girls Aloud

Something Kinda Oooh, Girls Aloud

Call The Shots, Girls Aloud

Can't Speak French, Girls Aloud

The Promise, Girls Aloud

Something New, Girls Aloud

Sweet Melody, Little Mix

Between Us, Little Mix

Shout Out To My Ex, Little Mix

Touch, Little Mix

Wings, Little Mix

Black Magic, Little Mix

Secret Love Song, Pt. II, Little Mix

Love Me Like You, Little Mix

Power (feat. Stormzy), Little Mix, Stormzy

No More Sad Songs (feat. Machine Gun Kelly), Little Mix, mgk

Up, The Saturdays

Ego, The Saturdays

What About Us, The Saturdays, Sean Paul

About You Now, Sugababes

Push The Button, Sugababes

Round Round, Sugababes

Wannabe, Spice Girls

Say You'll Be There, Spice Girls

Stop, Spice Girls

Who Do You Think You Are, Spice Girls

Ugly Heart, G.R.L

Waterfalls, TLC

Here Comes The Sun - Remastered, The Beatles

All You Need Is Love - Remastered, The Beatles

I Want To Hold Your Hand - Remastered, The Beatles

Hey Jude - Remastered, The Beatles

Best Song Ever, One Direction

What Makes You Beautiful, One Direction

Night Changes, One Direction

Story of My Life, One Direction

As It Was, Harry Styles

Adore You, Harry Styles

Don't Look Back In Anger, Oasis

Wonderwall, Oasis

Forget About Us, Perrie

Tears, Perrie

Angel Of My Dreams, JADE

Mine (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

Cornelia Street, Taylor Swift

Lover, Taylor Swift

Promise This, Cheryl

Fight For This Love, Cheryl

Call My Name, Cheryl

Parachute, Cheryl

ceilings, Lizzy McAlpine

The Tide Is High - Radio Mix, Atomic Kitten

Whole Again, Atomic Kitten

Obviously, McFly

All About You, McFly

Let's Get Ready to Rhumble, PJ & Duncan

Levitating, Dua Lipa

New Rules, Dua Lipa

Rule The World - Radio Edit, Take That

Patience, Take That

Shine, Take That

Love Story (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

Fearless (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

Picrew

[maenecoon]

Thanks for KimChay brainrot, now every song I listen to reminds me of them. Specific shoutout to (sorry for the basic taste in music):

Lady Gaga - Just Dance (post-break-up), Monster (general vibes)

Mabel - Don't Call Me Up (post-break-up) (You can say I'm a big proponent of "Chay should have been allowed to slut it up longer")

Rihanna - What's My Name? (I originally hated this song but a friend recently sent me a version of it without Drake and I immediately loved it lol Turns out it was the rap part that kept ruining the song for me), Skin (Chay should get to tease Kim a bit, as a treat)

The Weeknd - Blinding Lights (post-break-up, Kim's POV)

J Balvin & Bad Bunny - QUÉ PRETENDES (post-break-up Chay, except he is very mean to Kim here lol)

Dua Lipa - Break My Heart (Kim's POV, I believe my dude fell for Chay REAL fast from the start)

cupcaKKe - CPR (okay, this is just for pure smut value, also I love this song and it never fails to make me grin like an idiot when I'm in a bad mood)

Mystery Skulls - Paralyzed

Finger Eleven - Paralyzer

Fall Out Boy - Just One Yesterday

One True God - Love Lockdown

Alan Walker - Faded

Rasputina - Hunter's Kiss (Obsessed with the idea of Hunter!Kim and Prey/Deer!Chay 👉👈)

MOTHICA - LAST CIGARETTE

AViVA - THE SAINT AND THE SINNER

Glass Animals - Helium

Sade - The Sweetest Taboo

Billy Joel - The Stranger (back when Kim thought something sinister was going on after finding out about Porsche and Porchay's relation but still managing to fall for Chay)

Raleigh Ritchie - Bloodsport '15

Dermot Kennedy - Power Over Me

Ursine Vulpine - Wicked Game

BONUS: The Rigs - All the King's Men for Porsche because he is my fav protagonist of all times, even if I'm mostly consumed by KimChay.

holy hecK how did i miss this!!!! the next time i write, i'm gonna put all this in a playlist, thank you so so so so much for putting this together 😻😻😻

[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