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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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[artificialfanfiction]

I like your stories inspired by songs so my request involves a song 🙂

I was listening to Love Again by Dua Lipa and had an idea for a Noah X Reader story. Reader has dated a bunch of jerks in the past and has given up on love until she meets Noah. He's the opposite of anyone she's been with - sweet, loving, respectful, gentle. She thinks he's too good to be true especially since he's a "rock star" but he helps her feel loved again. 🥺

Thank you for your request! Hope you liked it!

You never imagined you’d end up at a rock concert, especially not after the string of disasters you’d called relationships. It felt like another lifetime ago that you believed in love, back when you were naive enough to think people would treat you right if you treated them well. But those days were over. Every guy you'd dated had been a master at playing nice until their true colors showed, until the lies, cheating, or emotional neglect came creeping in. And now, you were done with it. Love was just a fool's game.

But here you were, dressed up in a venue that smelled of beer and sweat, surrounded by screaming fans, all because your best friend insisted on dragging you out.

"You'll love them," she had said. Bad Omens was their name. You'd heard of them, but rock music wasn't exactly your scene. Still, you needed the distraction. As soon as the band took the stage, the energy in the room shifted. The crowd roared, the lights flared, and your eyes fell on him, Noah Sebastian. He moved with a quiet intensity, his voice wrapping around the crowd like a force that couldn’t be ignored. His presence was captivating, a mix of raw emotion and controlled power, and for a brief moment, you forgot about everything. You were watching him, lost in the music, the passion in his voice stirring something you hadn’t felt in a long time. When the show ended, your friend somehow managed to convince you to go backstage. She knew someone, apparently, which led to you standing awkwardly among the band and crew, unsure of why you were even there. You scanned the room, ready to bolt, but before you could make an escape, Noah approached.

"Hey," his voice was softer than you expected, not the rough, edgy tone you'd heard on stage. "You looked a little out of place out there."

You blinked, startled that he’d noticed you. “Not really my scene,” you admitted, keeping your tone casual. “My friend dragged me here.”

Noah chuckled, his eyes kind. “Yeah, I could tell. I’m Noah.”

“I know,” you said before you could stop yourself, feeling your face heat up. “I mean…it was hard not to notice you up there.”

His smile widened, but it wasn’t the cocky grin you expected. It was genuine. “Glad to hear it.”

You expected him to move on after that, to brush you off like most guys would, but instead, Noah stayed, asking you about yourself, making conversation that felt surprisingly easy. You talked for longer than you intended, and by the time your friend was ready to leave, you found yourself not wanting to go.

As you walked out of the venue, your mind was spinning. Noah wasn’t like anyone you’d met before. You told yourself not to get ahead of things, it was just a conversation. He probably forgot about you the moment you left.

But then he texted.

The first time you got a message from Noah, you were shocked. You hadn’t expected him to remember you, let alone reach out. The texts were casual at first, just small talk, but soon you found yourself opening up to him more than you thought possible. You met up for coffee one afternoon, and what was supposed to be a quick catch up turned into hours of deep conversation.

There was something about Noah that made you feel safe. He listened when you spoke, really listened, and it was so different from the selfish, shallow conversations you’d had with your exes. Noah never tried to push you into talking about your past or your feelings, but his patience made you want to open up. He was calm, kind, and respectful, a total contrast to the emotionally draining men you’d dated before.

Yet, as much as you liked him, a voice in the back of your head kept warning you. He’s too good to be true. He’s in a band. He probably has girls falling over him. You’re setting yourself up to get hurt again. You couldn’t help but brace yourself for the inevitable disappointment.

But it never came.

Noah continued to prove, over and over, that he wasn’t like anyone else. He never made you feel small or unimportant. He texted to check in on you, remembered little things you said, and made time for you, even with his busy schedule. He was gentle in a way that felt unfamiliar but comforting. The more time you spent with him, the more you found yourself thinking that maybe, just maybe, you could let your guard down.

A few weeks later, Noah invited you on your first real date. He took you to a quiet art exhibit you had mentioned loving during one of your conversations. It wasn’t loud, crowded, or flashy. It was thoughtful, personal, just what you needed. As you walked through the halls, you found yourself relaxing in a way you hadn’t in a long time.

"This is…different," you said, glancing up at him. "Not what I expected."

Noah looked down at you, his lips curving into a small smile. "Different bad or different good?"

"Good," you admitted, feeling a strange flutter in your chest.

He paused in front of a painting, his eyes scanning it before turning back to you. "You’re not used to this, are you?"

You hesitated, unsure how much you wanted to reveal. But something about his calm, non judgmental demeanor made you feel safe enough to be honest. "I’ve been burned before. A lot. It’s hard to trust people."

Noah didn’t say anything for a moment. He just looked at you with a kind of understanding that felt rare. "I’m sorry you’ve been hurt," he said softly. "But I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N. You don’t have to worry about that."

You wanted to believe him. God, did you want to. But the scars from your past relationships were still there, and you couldn’t shake the fear of being hurt again. You nodded, but a part of you remained guarded, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And then, it did or at least, you thought it did.

A week after your perfect date, you saw a picture online of Noah with a fan, her arms draped around his shoulders. The headlines hinted at something more, twisting the narrative into something that made your stomach churn. You stared at your phone, feeling the old, familiar ache of betrayal rise up inside you.

You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but all the memories of being lied to, of being made to feel like you weren’t enough, came rushing back. You told yourself that Noah was different, that you should trust him, but the doubt gnawed at you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

When you met up with Noah, your emotions were all over the place. You had tried to keep calm, but as soon as you saw him, the words spilled out. “I can’t do this, Noah. I don’t want to get hurt again.”

Noah’s face softened, his brows furrowing in concern. "What happened? Did something change?"

You pulled up the picture on your phone, handing it to him without saying a word. He looked at it, then back at you. “Y/N, this is just a fan. It’s part of the job, but it doesn’t mean anything. I’m sorry if it made you feel like I’m not serious about you, but I am. I don’t want anyone else."

You wanted to believe him, but the fear was too much. "I just…I can’t go through this again, Noah. I don’t think I can handle it."

He didn’t argue. He didn’t try to convince you or beg you to stay. He just looked at you with sad, understanding eyes. “If that’s what you want, I’ll give you space. But I’m here if you change your mind.”

You didn’t know how long it took for you to realize the truth, but one day, the weight of your decision hit you. Noah had been nothing but kind, patient, and honest with you, and you had pushed him away out of fear. Fear of something that had never even been his fault.

You texted him, asking if he could meet. The reply came almost instantly: Of course. When and where?

When you saw him again, he was quieter than usual, his eyes searching yours for answers.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the guilt heavy in your chest. “I let my past get in the way. You didn’t deserve that.”

Noah looked at you for a long moment. “I don’t blame you for that,” he said, his voice steady and calm. “I know it’s not easy to trust again after you’ve been hurt. But I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I’m here as long as it takes.” Noah stepped closer, his eyes softening as he cupped your face gently. “I get why you’re scared, Y/N. But I’m not them. I just want you to feel safe with me.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself believe him. Truly believe him. You felt the walls around your heart start to crumble “I’m trying,” you admitted, tears pricking at your eyes. “I just don’t know how to do this…with someone like you.”

Noah’s smile was soft, reassuring. “We’ll figure it out together.” He was standing patiently, letting you decide when you were ready to let him in.

Weeks passed, and slowly, your relationship with Noah grew stronger. The walls you had built so carefully over the years began to crumble, brick by brick. He never rushed you, never pushed you to be anything other than who you were. He made you feel safe, cherished in a way you never thought was possible.

One night, as you lay in his arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you realized something that left you breathless.

You hadn’t just found someone to love, you’d found someone who had taught you how to love again.

And Noah? He was everything you never thought you’d deserve.

[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.

[rashidali768]

Dua For Love

Assalam Alaikum ,

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Things become more difficult when an outside person is involved in the situation. If you are walking around with a broken heart, this is not how you should live your life. No one wants to go through life without love, so we have a Powerful Islamic Wazifa for EX Love Back that can eliminate that third person and solve your problem. Islam is one of the largest religions in the world and we created this website to help our Muslim brothers and sisters get knowledge about their religion and how to use Wazifa’s and Dua’s to get anything they want in their life.

Some important points to be kept in mind while performing the dua -

To make your dua more effective, keep the following points in mind:

– Keep yourself clean and the place where you perform this dua – While doing this dua, keep your face in the direction of Qibla Sharif – Start this dua after any Namaz for best results – Imagine your love with good intentions; your only motive should be marriage

Our wazifa is specially meant to help to get your desired wishes and dreams to come true. We believe that to get something you did not need anything except the acceptance of Almighty Allah (SWT)

Wazifa for Love Back Step by Step:

Start by reciting Durood e Ibrahimi 7 Martaba.

Recite Surah Yaseen [36:57] Eleven Times Given below.

On a white piece of paper, please write down the name of your lover that you want to bring back and put it in front of you.

Now in the memory of Allah Tallah, recite “subḥaan-allaahi wa biḥamdihi wa subḥaan-allaahil-‛aẓeem“ 101 times.

Take that piece of paper and put it underneath your pillow. Sleep with it for three days.

Surah Yaseen [36:57]- “Lahum feehaa faakiha tunw-wa lahum maa yadda’oon”

English Translation– “Every moment will be a joy for them. They will have whatever they ask.”

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“Wazifa for love back ” is an age old Islamic practice which provides a solution to problems like love, marriage, job-loss etc. Though the Islamic culture and thinking of people is getting modernized, but still majority of people believe in this. As far as Islamic practices are concerned, “Wazifa for love back ” is very effective in solving love problems, provided the belief is strong.

Wazifa To Get My Love Back -

Note: It’s important to Perform this Wazifa after you have Performed the Isha Night Prayer.

1. You will need to recite ‘Valar Umar Zeen Kaleef’ at least 300 times. 2. After that, you will need to say the name of your lover. 3. Repeat this Wazifa for getting love back at least twice a day. 4. Continue this for seven days. 5. At last, Recite Durood Sharif Eleven times.

5 TIME NAMAZ

1 – Fajr (ڈان کی) Morning Prayer

2 – Zuhar (Duhr) (ظہر ) Noon Prayer

3 – Asar ( آنے کا ) Afternoon Prayer

4 – Maghrib ( مغرب ) Evening Prayer

5 – Isha ( میں ) Night Prayer

Important note -

Note –

If this dua or wazifa is not working, it means that someone has put a black magic spell or is doing Kala ilem on your relationship. If you have this problem, contact our Molana Rashid Ali by clicking on the Consult with us button below. Girls should not do this dua or wazifa during their periods. Do this dua or wazifa with a pure heart and pure intention, and have faith in Allah Tala.

Why Dua Is Not Heard by ALLAH ?

There are so many reasons why dua is not heard by Allah , But we need to solve it. We should try to solve it by following the steps which i have mentioned in this blog. Dua can only be heard by Allah when we are healthy and strong. We should try to follow the simple steps which are mentioned below.

There are a few reasons as to why your dua, or supplication, may not be getting answered.

The first reason could be that your dua is weak – this means that you’re not asking for it correctly, with the right level of emotion and faith. In order to make a proper dua, you should have strong Iman.

The second reason could be that you’re not pure. This refers to if you’re doing anything haram – If you’re participating in any activities that are forbidden in Islam, then your dua will not be accepted by Allah.

The third reason is that you’re not sending a greeting towards Prophet PBUH. Your dua will not be heard by Allah until you send peace to His messenger.

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HELLO, 30 YEARS OLD AYESHA IS HERE

Wah gila sih. Long time no write broooooooooo.

Jadi ceritanya aku abis nutupin tab-tab di chrome hapeku terus aku nemu akun writeas ku yang lama, tulisan taun 2020. ANJIR BAGUS YA AKU NULISNYA (tapi bxb)

Terus aku scroll tumblr ini ampe taun 2016 yang which is 8 taun yang lalu yang ya ampun sangat berbeda dengan aku yang sekarang. Aku 3-4 tahun terakhir beneran krisis sih. Yang selama ini aku tulis disini gak ada apa-apanya WKWKW

INI SEMUA GARA-GARA COVID.

I feel like it took my 3 years of my life, I am stuck in that unmoved 3 years.

Anyway, dipersingkat dulu ceritanya.

I was happy with my job. Freelance, gaji dolar, jalan-jalan. Covid datang. Aku gak bisa jalan-jalan. Kerjaan macet dan rate-nya sangat turun jadi gak worth it buat dilanjutin. Dalam 3 tahun my parents expected my to get married yang bahkan kalo ga covid pun ga tau dah bisa nikah apa gak :'D Terus aku balikan sama dua mantan yang aku punya dan dua-duanya putus (INI SUPER PANJANG LAGI CERITANYA). To put it simply, my parents blamed me for those failed relationships and gaslighted me to this and that. Udah gak bisa kemana-mana gara-gara karantina, bisnisku bangkrut, hubungan sama orang tua sangat memburuk. Aku masih belum bisa deket lagi sama mama sampai detik ini. Sama teman di Malang kok juga makin kesini makin gak cocok. Tapi best thing happened because of covid was aku jadi deket banget sama icun dan vita sih.

So I started on things that I should not. Pertama nyoba dikit-dikit. Keterusan.

Karantina udah selesai, aku kabur kejauhan. Pertamanya cuma liburan. Dua minggu, sebulan, dua bulan.

Sekarang I am officially living in Jakarta, almost a year.

Kabur, tapi dengan tujuan. I am pursuing career.

Sumpah ini gatau mau nulis darimana dulu WKWKWKW. Anyway this moment, I am happy where I am now. Aku ketemu sama orang-orang baik. Gak tau kok bisa-bisanya Harris masuk ke hidupku. Harris ini orang Korea, lulusan Berkeley, CEO global of this company headquartered in Singapore. Kegiatanku sehari-hari ngurusin bisnis-bisnisnya dia dan ngobrol ama istrinya latihan bahasa Inggris (sama ambil kelas bahasa Korea sih). They are sooo nice to me. Kasih aku opportunities diseleksi dulu mana yang bagus buat aku, dan keep it for me first.

Dan aku sampe nangis ngomong ke istrinya, "I am so thankful that I met you and your husband. You are the first people who tell me that I am young, you both believe in me, my skill, and everything, even when my parents said to me I am too old for this and that."

Trus dia cuma jawab, "Ah, you are power F."

Tapi aku sama si Audrey ini kek bestie abis, anaknya udah dua, umur 4 sama 5 taun, dan kita sama-sama E. Kalo ngobrol gak habis topiknya. Aku yang terharu lagi dia bilang, "You should watch Emily in Paris. She is very bright and cheerful, I see you in her."

Anyway, flashback lagi. Di tengah aku yang pas itu masi kabur dikit-dikit, aku beneran butuh escape trus aku bisa-bisanya ketemu orang seperti AU, kek perasaan hidupku yang kemaren-kemaren dengan segala kebetulannya udah kayak drakor, tapi yang ini SUPER AU.

Kocaknya lagi, aku baca tulisan-tulisanku taun 2020 kok PERSIS BENERAN KEJADIAN. PANTESAN aku kemaren-kemaren sangat invested sekali karena I was living my own writing. Ntar deh aku post disini tulisan-tulisanku. (Warning: contains angst)

He was the trigger sih. Dari yang nyoba dikit-dikit jadi nyoba banyak hal. Melebar. Makin bervariasi. (Apa hayoo)

I am not I was before. I don't know if I could ever turn back, or I was never really there? Moving to this big city, meeting new people, new places, new experiences, kayaknya dari pada merubah cara pikirku, lebih tepat memvalidasi pertanyaanku selama ini.

But anyway, I am thankful juga sih mengalami ini semua di umur segini yang mana otakku sudah berkembang secara sempurna so I still on my own boundaries and rules.

Ntar deh kalo sempet aku tulis satu-satu entah love life, friendship life, career, keluarga. I went through a LOT ZUZURRRR, especially this last one year WKWK. Ini aku coba ngitung berapa cowok dalam 4 tahun terakhir ya... sepuluh lagi.... tapi ya... gak ada yang pacaran..... ini jalan (?) dua atau tiga ya... eh empat...

Bahkan aku dapet super closure yang amat sangat jelek sekali bung character developmentnya. Penonton kecewa (dan trauma).

So yeah. A bit life update.

P.S. aku sedang terkiwir-kiwir sama (tumben) mas-mas tapi beda agama :D Aku tungguin teman-temanku melarang kok enggak seh :)) Pada bilang ya udah coba aja dulu :)))) bahaya padahal

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Wazifa To Bring Your Love Back

Are you missing someone special and want them to return to your life? Don’t worry! With the help of a powerful Islamic practice called Wazifa, you can ask Allah (SWT) to bring your lost love back.

This blog will guide how to perform this Wazifa and what it means.

How Can Wazifa Help Bring Your Love Back?

If you’re feeling sad because someone you love has left, Wazifa for love back can help. By doing this prayer, you are asking Allah to bring that person back into your life. You must trust that Allah knows what’s best for you and that He will answer your prayer if it’s good for you.

Steps to Perform Wazifa to Bring Your Love Back

Here’s how you can do this Wazifa step by step:

Make a Fresh Wudu (Ablution): Start by cleaning yourself. Do Wudu, which is a special way of washing your hands, face, and feet. This helps you become pure before you pray.

Find a Quiet Place: Go to a place where you won’t be disturbed. It’s important to focus on your prayer without any distractions.

Recite Durood Shareef: Begin by reciting Durood Shareef 11 times. This is a special prayer to send blessings to Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). You can say, “Allahumma salli ala Muhammadin wa ala aali Muhammad.”

Recite “Ya Wadudu” 1001 Times: After Durood Shareef, recite the name of Allah, “Ya Wadudu,” which means “The Most Loving,” 1001 times. This name of Allah is very powerful and is known to bring love and affection.

Pray to Allah: After reciting “Ya Wadudu,” make a heartfelt dua (prayer). Ask Allah to bring your loved one back into your life. Talk to Allah as if you’re talking to a close friend, and tell Him what’s in your heart.

End with Durood Shareef: Finish your Wazifa by reciting Durood Shareef 11 more times. This closes your prayer beautifully and respectfully.

Repeat for 21 Days: Perform this Wazifa every day for 21 days. Have patience and trust that Allah is listening to your prayers.

Important Things to Remember

Have Full Faith: You must believe that Allah has the power to do anything. When you pray, do it with complete faith that He will help you.

Don’t Lose Hope: Sometimes, Allah tests our patience. If you don’t see results right away, don’t give up. Keep praying with a positive heart.

Be Good and Kind: While you do this Wazifa, try to be kind and helpful to others. Doing good deeds can make your prayers even more powerful.

Why This Wazifa Works

The reason this Wazifa for love back is so effective is that it involves the name “Ya Wadudu,” which is one of Allah’s beautiful names that means “The Most Loving.” When you call upon Allah with this name, you are asking Him to bring love and kindness into your life. This Wazifa works best when you do it with sincerity and patience.

Benefits of Wazifa to Bring Your Love Back

Brings Peace to Your Heart: When you perform this Wazifa, it brings peace and calm to your heart, making you feel closer to Allah.

Strengthens Your Faith: Doing Wazifa regularly can strengthen your faith in Allah and His power to change your situation.

Improves Your Relationship: This Wazifa can help mend broken relationships by bringing love and understanding between you and your loved one.

Positive Energy: Performing Wazifa fills your surroundings with positive energy, making it easier for your prayers to be answered.

Guidance from Allah: Through this Wazifa, you seek guidance from Allah, which can help you make better decisions about your relationship.

Conclusion

Wazifa is a powerful way to ask Allah for help in bringing your loved one back into your life. By following the steps with a pure heart and full belief, you can strengthen your relationship and bring peace to your heart. Remember, the key to a successful Wazifa is patience, faith, and sincerity. Keep praying, and trust that Allah will guide you to what is best. May Allah bless you and bring happiness to your heart. You can visit our website – Yaraheemu.com

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Wazifa to Make Your Husband Come Back

Today we will share the Wazifa to Make Your Husband Come Back as we know that the most beautiful relationship in the world is called marriage. Opposite-sex people promise to live together and stay together to face each other’s life problems. Sometimes, it is seen that this beautiful relationship gets ruined because of weak mutual understanding. It hurts a lot when a relationship goes downhill or…

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Love Back Dua

You should use these 6 tried-and-true “Dua For Loved One To Come Back” if you love someone and want them to return to you. Are you losing love? It hurts a lot to lose something important to you. Every relationship split is hard to get over. However, this piece will greatly help you if you love someone and don’t want to lose them.

We looked into the holy Quran to find the best dua for loved ones to return to their lives. For this “Love Back Dua” to work, you must do it with a sincere desire to get them back and a good purpose. Do not act for someone who is already married; it will not help at all.

Methods to Follow 6 Tried-and-True Duas to Call Back a Lost Love

Let’s do our best “dua for our loved one to come back” by following these steps:

It is essential to say this best “dua for a loved one to come back” at night after Isha’s prayer.

You must first do wudu, which means “ablution.” (Do You Know How To Do Wudu Right?)

After that, you need to say the Isha prayer.

You have to say Surah Yunus 101 times after that.

Now, picture your loved one’s face and blow air into the room.

Finally, ask Allah with all your heart to bring your loved one back into your life.

5 Effective Duas to Win Your Love Back in 3 Days

You can get your lover back in three days if you love them. Here are five powerful duas that will help you do that. You can’t stand being without your partner, not even for a day. You should believe in Allah because he is the only one who can help you when no one else can. Trusting Allah and asking him for something makes Allah happy, and he gives you everything you ask for. If you want to make your lover fall in love, read our 5 Amazing Dua To Make Someone Fall in Love With You.

We promise that this “dua to get your love back in 3 days” will help you so much that it will work from the first day and show you its magic in just three days. If you do this “dua to get your love back in 3 days” carefully, correctly, and with a pure heart, it is mighty, helpful, and has fantastic results very quickly. Don’t worry if you don’t know the exact ways to say dua or even if you need to know how to say dua or which dua will help you. Many people have tried this method and found it to work 100% of the time. For complete information, visit loveduaghar.com. 

Step-by-step Instructions for 5 Powerful Duas to Get Your Love Back in 3 Days

Here are the steps you need to take to say our powerful and magical “dua to get your love back in 3 days”:

As the first step, do wudu, which means “ablution.”

Now read Durood-E-Ibrahim seven times.

Say “Ya Wadoodu” 2100 times after that.

Say Durood-E-Ibrahim seven more times.

Finally, picture your lover’s face in your mind’s eye and pray to Allah with all your heart that He will agree with your sincere wish to have your love back as soon as possible.

To improve things, we think you should recite this “dua to get your love back in 3 days” every day for seven days. Within 3–7 days, we wager, your significant other will try to contact you by phone or text.

6 Powerful Surahs to Bring Back a Lost Love

Are you having a hard time because you lost your lover? Read our “6 Amazing Surah To Get Lost Love Back.” This Surah will help you get back in touch with your lost love. Do you want to find a “Surah to get lost love back”? You’ve come to the right place! Many Surahs make up our Holy Quran, and each one helps us differently. Some Surahs allow us to escape poverty, others keep us safe, and many more are on the list. All praise Allah for giving us the Quran, the most potent holy book and thought to solve all problems. You can say our 5 Amazing Dua To Make Someone Miss You to make your lover miss you and want to call you.

We will tell you about the best Surah to bring back a lost love. “Surah to get lost love back” will help you a lot if you are depressed or anxious because the person you loved most has left you, leaving you to deal with all the pain and sadness on your own. So why not give it a shot?

How to Say the Six-Tested Dua to Make Your Loved One Return

Here are the steps you need to take to use the most powerful “Surah to get lost love back” in your life:

To use this most powerful “Surah to get your lost love back,” you must have a picture of the person you want to bring back.

You must first do wudu, which means “ablution.”

After that, read Durood Shareef three times.

After that, you need to say Surah Al-Qari’ah seven times.

Now, read Durood Shareef three times more.

Finally, you need to beg Allah from the bottom of your heart to bring back your lover, and then you need to blow three times on a picture of them.

It’s over! This is the most powerful Surah you can use to regain your lost love. All you have to do now is be patient and wait.

Four Powerful Wazifa to Return a Loved One Home

According to the Quran, a wāzī can solve any problem. To help you get your love back, we’ve put together 4 powerful wazıfa that will bring your loved one back home. It’s very painful to lose someone you love, and it’s even harder to get over that pain. In their anger, many people don’t hold back and hurt themselves or someone they love or even call. However, it is essential to remember that Islam is a peaceful religion. Also, why go the wrong way when we can use an Islamic Wazifa to bring a loved one back?

The Quran has a lot of duas and Wazifas that keep us from doing anything wrong in Islam. We should be grateful to Allah for all the good things he has done for us. Many people have used this “Wazifa to bring loved ones back home” and seen it work to get their loved ones back. It will only take a few days before you see how powerful this “Wazifa to bring a loved one back home” is. This “Wazifa to bring a loved one back home” is easy if you follow all the rules.

How to Process Four Strong Wazifas to Bring Loved Ones Back Home

Here is the step-by-step guide to performing this “Wazifa to bring a loved one back home”:

If you need to, you must take a bath and do wudu, which means “ablution.”

You may say this dua at any time of the day.

Before entering, you must say, “Subhanaka la ilaha illa anta ya rabba kulli shai in wa waris hoo wa” 15 times with Surah Fatiha.

Then you have to blow on a sweet and make them eat it without telling them about this “Wazifa to bring a loved one back home.”

Final Words

To sum up, the dua and Wazifa for love back are strong prayers that can help you get your ex-lover back. There is a light at the end of the tunnel if you can be patient and believe in the process. It may take some time to see the results of your hard work. 

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way” is a saying that says you can achieve your goals if you believe in yourself and give it your all. Do not give up; keep trying and have faith in yourself; amazing things can happen!

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Grammy Awards host Trevor Noah on why to tune in, being nominated and his post 'Daily Show' life

NEW YORK

Trevor Noah is ready to face one of the toughest audiences of his career — the millions watching as he once again hosts the Grammy Awards.

“It is easily the most nerve-wracking thing that I do, but I love it every single time," Noah tells The Associated Press ahead of Sunday's telecast. "Each year there’s a new highlight and a new moment that is embedded into my memory.”

The 2024 Grammy Awards will air live on CBS and Paramount+ from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles. The telecast — with SZA having a leading nine nominations — will be Noah's fourth consecutive hosting gig for the awards.

He said he's looking forward to the live performances, especially ones by nominated artists Burna Boy, Billie Eilish, Dua Lipa and Travis Scott.

“I always love seeing artists who have an innate understanding of how different and powerful the live experience is, and I think Burna Boy is one of those artists,” Noah said. “He really excels in transforming live energy into a special moment in time.

“Billie Eilish has never given a half-hearted performance. Every time she’s on stage, it feels like watching a vignette from a classic film. It’s really thought-out and beautiful. I think Dua Lipa is one of the best pop performers of our lifetime. She does a fantastic job for this generation. Travis Scott is definitely going to be doing something crazy, so we should get ready for that. I would tune in because I think it’s a good mix of predictably amazing and then unpredictably amazing as well.”

The comedian, best known for hosting Comedy Central’s “The Daily Show” from 2015-22, just won an Emmy Award for best talk series for the last season of the show. He previously won one in 2017 for hosting a spin-off show, “The Daily Show — Behind the Scenes,” which was voted outstanding short-form variety series.

Noah is not only a host this year — he's also a nominee, with his comedy album “I Wish You Would” up against “I’m an Entertainer” by Wanda Sykes, “Selective Outrage” by Chris Rock, “Someone You Love” by Sarah Silverman and “What’s in a Name?” by Dave Chappelle.

“I’ve looked into all the Grammy bylaws, and there’s nothing that says being the host will give you any leg up in winning the award,” Noah jokes. “I think Dave Chappelle is the favorite because he’s always the favorite, and rightfully so.”

If that happens, don't expect Noah to be complaining that he lost the Grammy to Chappelle or that it's the second time he's lost a best comedy album Grammy to Chappelle.

“I’ve looked into all the Grammy bylaws, and there’s nothing that says being the host will give you any leg up in winning the award,” Noah jokes. “I think Dave Chappelle is the favorite because he’s always the favorite, and rightfully so.”

If that happens, don't expect Noah to be complaining that he lost the Grammy to Chappelle or that it's the second time he's lost a best comedy album Grammy to Chappelle.

“I don’t understand how people live in a world where you can lose something that you never had. I’ve never won a Grammy. I don’t have a Grammy. Unless Dave Chappelle comes to my house and takes my Grammy. I can never lose the Grammy to him,” he says.

Award show hosts have had a rough few years, with The Slap marring the Oscars in 2022 and comedian Jo Koy getting critically panned at the Golden Globes earlier this year.

“In my head, it was always hard being a host. I always assumed anything could happen. I guess the very nature of comedy has always felt like that for me,” says Noah. “I never blame an audience. I might not enjoy an audience, but I never blame an audience.”

Harvey Mason Jr., president and CEO of the Recording Academy, has got Noah's back, calling the comedian “a total pro” as host.

“There’s never a hesitation, never a hiccup. There’s never a stumble. Second of all, he relates so well to the artists and to the music community in my mind, because he’s a fan and he’s an appreciator and a lover of music,” says Mason.

Noah says he's enjoying his life post-"The Daily Show," which includes hosting the interview podcast “What Now? with Trevor Noah” which has attracted the likes of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, Bill Gates, Kerry Washington and DaBaby.

“I’m trying to build a platform where I get really comfortable and people get really comfortable having honest and open conversations with each other,” says Noah. “We’re in a little short supply of that compassion for each other as human beings."

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Dua To Get Love Back in 3 Days

In the labyrinth of love, we often find ourselves tangled in the complexities of relationships. Sometimes, despite our best efforts, love slips away from our grasp, leaving us stranded in a sea of heartache and longing. But what if there was a way to beckon love back into our lives, to rekindle the flames of affection that once burned brightly? Enter the profound world of dua – an ancient practice rooted in faith and spirituality.

In the realm of astrology, Maulana Ji stands as a guiding light, offering solace and solutions to those navigating the turbulent waters of love. With his deep understanding of the celestial forces that govern our destinies, Maulana Ji unveils a powerful dua that promises to reunite estranged lovers in just three days.

But what exactly is dua, and how does it wield such transformative power? Dua, simply put, is a supplication or prayer offered to the Divine. It transcends the realm of mere words, serving as a conduit for heartfelt intentions to reach the heavens above. Rooted in unwavering faith and sincerity, dua has the ability to move mountains and manifest miracles.

The dua to get love back in three days is not merely a recitation of verses; it is a sacred invocation that resonates with the energies of the universe. Through the rhythmic repetition of these divine words, one establishes a profound connection with the cosmic forces that govern love and relationships. It is this alignment of intention and cosmic resonance that makes Maulana Ji's dua a potent catalyst for rekindling lost love.

But like any spiritual practice, dua requires unwavering faith and dedication. It is not a quick fix or a magic spell but rather a heartfelt plea to the Divine for guidance and assistance. As Maulana Ji often emphasizes, the efficacy of dua lies not in the words themselves but in the sincerity with which they are uttered.

To harness the full potential of Maulana Ji's dua, one must approach it with an open heart and a steadfast belief in its power. Set aside doubt and skepticism, and allow yourself to surrender to the cosmic currents that govern our destinies. With patience and perseverance, trust that love will find its way back to you, guided by the celestial wisdom of Maulana Ji's dua.

In a world fraught with uncertainty and turmoil, Maulana Ji's dua offers a beacon of hope for those yearning to reclaim lost love. Through the grace of the Divine and the guidance of Maulana Ji, lovers are reunited, hearts are healed, and the eternal dance of love continues unabated.

So if you find yourself adrift in the tumult of love's labyrinth, remember that the power to reunite lies within your grasp. With Maulana Ji's dua as your compass, navigate the seas of love with unwavering faith, and watch as love returns to you, swift and sure, in just three days.

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THESE ARE JUST ABOUT FEELINGS

1. since i listened to troye sivan strawberries and cigarettes, my feeling goes to taynew. while, thei have their own songs, jason mraz 'lucky' what can i say 'bout this song? the lyrics are all about them.

yep, nulis tentang mereka dulu lah baru real life. seeing them like watching alternate universe in real life. once, i wrote about romance feeling that i felt, which actually i watched them at that time.

watched them, on their real stories, not a series or fanfiction. been so long i lost interest for romantic things. the happiness, sadness, sacrifices, love languages, their ways to keep it personal but me as part of netizen keep digging our curiosity 'bout their life.

back then, before i fell this deep into them, i was like promised to myself to not gonna spend any penny for them. then, this year i spent around 6000 thb to see them again in bangkok.

so, the romance feeling i wanted to share was like...they gonna have series together again. one of the actor congratulated them, he is theearth, nuwi's ex partner in old serie. exact partner in work coz eventho earth was his couple (at that time) tawan wouldn't leave them alone. damnit tay tawan, you possesive bastard. like, earth knew that he couldnt be together with nuwi lah, walau company support them and they have fans tho, but universe like only blessed nuwi for tawan. the love songs i collect in spotify are mostly got from tawan's playlist for nuwi, well fans also have play list for theearth and nuwi which all of them are the broken heart songs.

cuma pengen nulis soal betapa mengirinya diri ini melihat dua insan yg kayaknya lagi kasmaran banget. well berdasarkan lurking di sosial media, diketahui bahwa mereka tampak sudah kasmaran sejak 2013. waktu itu usia mereka masih muda, masih mencari validasi, setidaknya itu POV gw. then reality came through their life, like salah satu masi khawatir tentangg society judgment. while the other one mungkin juga mau ikutan move on, tapi apa daya hatinya udah mentok dgn si satu nya.

2. next is about the chines' drama i watched. so nowadays i back to watch gongjun's series i've been waiting since last year. the legend of anle. not the gayes series, the straight one, but the feeling still the same. how i always feel toward chinese colossal drama, they do really act like a drama. but the feeling they gave to me as damaged as casual series.

just look at wenkexing's eyes..i got the feeling of the scenes caused of those eyes. i ain't an expert of art, but i can give plus one for this kind of drama. the aesthetic they brought to the audience with their culture is beautiful. i dunno how were they back then in real life. but the way they express the emotion, how they doin war with power and revenge, the blood, how they not afraid of the death as long as the sacrifice is worthy.

not forget to mention their costumes and design, i believe every country is beautiful. somehow, so far...i didn't get it from my own culture..i mean in the right way. 5555. it's just how they serve the audience.

well, i might be bias coz i only watched those which played by my faves. other than that, i might only know other actors from some variety shows.

3. recently, i read this book.

well, i wouldn't say this book is the best 5555, but it's something. maybe boring, but i try to keep following coz i got the point on each parts. i can feel her, thank god there's someone who has feeling, thought and somehow maybe personality like me. i mean, there are many type of people, and those who look like with the writer well we're in the same thought. so i'm not the only one. (of course fika, you not that special tho hahahaha). like, when everyone thanked to themselves for staying and struggling, the logic mind of mine said 'emang harus gimana lagi? kan emang kudu bertahan dan dijalani, ga ada jalan pintas, kalo kabur pun masalah lain pasti akan kunjung datang lagi. wong namanya juga hidup. kalo gada masalah ya baru namanya bukan kehidupan lagi. kita punya siapa lagi kalo bukan diri sendiri dan...Tuhan? yang membawa kita ke dunia ini. that's the logic mind loh ya yg bilang. kadang kalo lagi kalut ya emang susah juga mikir kesana.

kek si mba penulis buku itu. obrolan mba nya dgn si psikiater semacam validasi orang lain tentang kondisi mbanya-which is lil'bit similar sm gw. jadi gw cukup tau dan paham aja gimana menurut psikiater itu. sedikit banyak kek konsultasi via buku. iya gw tau ini ga dibenarkan, tapi kek tadi gw bilang cuma biar tau dan dikit paham aja, jadi gw kelamaan menghakimi diri sendiri.

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Monday, July 10th: Returns

Another new week whipping in to focus. I haven’t felt that inspired to write non-fiction lately, I guess because even with my routines I’ve felt a little on the lost side, the future a question mark. But I’m starting to see it all the more benevolently, opportunities. 

I can learn to love change. I can learn to get out of my head and finally perform a little stand up in front of something other than a mirror. I can go on another date. Each time a little wiser to the fact that men are low key bullshit. (I may or may not have commitment issues)

Moments from today:

Met Mckenna, possible new roommate, she seems like a total chiller.

Laughed with Katie in the kitchen over men and mid-20′s misery.

Practiced saying 28 in an upbeat way. I’m going to be 28. 2-8. 28. 

Goal Progress:

Reading: Finished Fourth Wing-ugh so good. Next book for tonight is “Kasher in the Rye” by Moshe Kasher. 

Writing: My phone is filled with quotes from imaginary characters, have an idea for a scene where a friend comes back from the dead and talks to you about how you’ve moved on. 

Cooking: Today I made pork chorizo sandwiches with roasted onion and poblano peppers and fig mayo. Also roasted sweet potatoes with grated cojita cheese. Listened to Pete Holmes interview Jeanette Mccurdy. Now there’s a girl with real problems. 

Political Awareness: Can I bear it to look? Ugh not really, but I have two Crooked’s to read so I’ll be buffed up before tomorrow. 

Getting Outside: Power walked my little booty to the ocean and back. Dua Lipa has been the only thing I’ve wanted in my ears. 

Dressing with Style: Powder blue leggings, navy sports bra, bitch socks, old blue Asics, navy Dosist ball cap.

Cleaning: Unpacked from LA, currently doing load after load of laundry, redid the dishes. 

Organization: Have to pay a toll and a parking ticket, accepted the google referral email from Grace. Because life is paperwork. 

Yoga: Whipped out the mat after fully not doing yoga for a week. Okay fine, 10 days. Pleasantly surprised to see my flexibility is still there. Sometimes rest is a good thing. 

Meditation: Listened to one of self-compassion, which stays with us when self-esteem leaves us cold. 

Comedy: Recommitting...tomorrow I swear. It’s been a non-funny mood lately. Moshe Kasher is a comedian though so there’s that. 

Health: No one wants to a do a no alcohol challenge with me, but I’m fucking over it. 

Skincare: Botoxed, covering my face with a hat, and sunscreen. 

New Experience: Took a cold shower, freaked at first and then it felt amazing. The cool plunge thing is real. My goal is to dunk my ass in the ocean. 

Cardio: Beach walk

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Dua To Remove Evil Eye in Islam ( Nazar Ki Dua)

Assalamu Alaikum, dear readers. Today, I want to share something very important (Nazar Ki Dua) with you. Have you ever felt suddenly tired, or like things just keep going wrong for no reason? Sometimes, this could be because of the evil eye. But don't worry, because Allah has given us powerful tools to protect ourselves: duas from the Quran.

Understanding the Evil Eye

The evil eye is when someone looks at you with jealousy or envy, causing you harm. It's a real thing and can affect our health, happiness, and success. Even the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) warned us about it. But Allah is always there to help and protect us.

Powerful Duas from the Quran

1. Surah Al-Falaq (Chapter 113)

One of the most powerful duas for protection is Surah Al-Falaq. This short surah is very strong against the evil eye. Here it is:

"Say: I seek refuge in the Lord of daybreak. From the evil of that which He created; From the evil of darkness when it settles. And from the evil of the blowers in knots. And from the evil of an envier when he envies." (Quran 113:1-5)

This beautiful dua to remove evil eye asks Allah to protect us from all kinds of harm, including the evil eye. Recite it with faith, and believe that Allah will keep you safe.

2. Surah An-Nas (Chapter 114)

Another powerful dua is Surah An-Nas. It is also very short but filled with protection. Here is the surah:

"Say: I seek refuge in the Lord of mankind, The Sovereign of mankind, The God of mankind, From the evil of the whisperer who withdraws, Who whispers in the breasts of mankind, Among jinn and among men." (Quran 114:1-6)

Recite this dua whenever you feel scared or worried. Allah, our Lord, is the best protector.

How to Use These Duas

Using these duas is simple. Recite them every morning and evening. You can also read them before you go to sleep. If you feel someone is jealous of you or if things suddenly start going wrong, recite these duas with all your heart.

A Personal Story

Let me share a story about my friend, Aisha. Aisha was a bright student, always doing well in school. One day, she started feeling very tired and couldn’t concentrate. Her grades started to drop, and she was always sad. Her mother told her to recite Surah Al-Falaq and Surah An-Nas every day.

Aisha listened to her mother and started reading these duas every morning and night. Slowly, she started feeling better. Her energy came back, and she could focus on her studies again. Aisha was so happy and thankful to Allah for helping her through the power of these duas.

Believe in Allah’s Protection

Dear readers, the evil eye can be scary, but remember, Allah is stronger than any harm. When we recite these duas from the Quran, we are asking Allah to protect us. And Allah always listens to our prayers. Have faith and trust in Him.

Conclusion

InshaAllah, by reciting these powerful duas (Nazar Ki Dua), we can protect ourselves and our loved ones from the evil eye. Teach these duas to your children and remind your family to use them. With Allah’s help, we can stay safe and happy.

May Allah protect all of us from harm and keep us under His care. Ameen.

JazakAllah Khair for reading. Stay safe and keep praying!

Dear reader, I hope this blog helps you understand the importance of these duas. Remember, Allah is always there for us, and His words in the Quran are the best protection we can have. Keep your faith strong, and never forget to turn to Allah in times of need.

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