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[islamicspecialistforloveback]

Effective Dua To Go Abroad With Husband

Dua To Go Abroad With Husband or to live with husband in abroad can be use for settling abroad with husband. Use our dua to travel abroad with husband. It is a dream for many people to go and reside abroad. Many people who think living in abroad will enhance their social status. Many people love the scenic beauty of abroad and want to live there. Some just want to go abroad to make money. But,…

[heavyhitterheaux]

Garden

Based off the song by Dua Lipa

Synopsis: You want to spend more time with your boyfriend, but find that the two of you are drifting apart. It isn't until he almost loses you that he realizes what he has in front of him

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: an amazing anon 💕

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It was dark outside when you had woken up from being startled because of Jack moving around your shared bedroom. You had been waiting for him to come home since he had been gone all day, but your eyes began to get heavy around midnight and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand to look to see what the time it was and it was 3:36 in the morning when Jack had promised you that he would be home no later than 8 PM.

"Babe? Are you just now getting home?" You softly asked as he began to take off his sweatshirt.

"Shit. I didn't mean to wake you up. Things just ran over a little bit." He threw it across the room and it landed in the hamper perfectly while you sat up to plug your phone into the charger.

"A little bit? You were supposed to be back at 8 PM LAST NIGHT. It is now 3 in the morning. Did you eat anything? How much water did you drink today? I don't want you getting headaches like you were before."

"Y/N, I'm not doing this with you right now. I need to go to sleep because I need to leave by 9."

"I… I'm just worried about you. I need you to slow down and take a break once in a while. I planned for us to do something around 5. Do you think you'll be done by then?" You asked as Jack has gotten in the bed to lay down next to you and pulled the comforter over himself.

"What are you worried about me for? I'm fine. Don't I need to keep a roof over your head? So let me do what I need to do since you're always asking me for expensive ass shit."

"Really? I'm worried because my boyfriend is a workaholic and a people pleaser that doesn't know how to say no sometimes and his girlfriend would like to spend more time with him."

"When things slow down, I will. I promise, but I can't let up now."

"What about meeting up with me at 5? Just us for a date."

"I'm not about to tell you yes and then I get busy and not show up because that will cause a whole new issue."

"I just don't get why you’re being so defensive about me wanting to spend time with you. Don't blame it on you being busy because when your second album came out you still made me a priority despite everything going on around you."

All Jack did was sigh and roll his eyes which you quickly caught on to.

"Y/N, I'm only going to get five hours of sleep and arguing with you is cutting into that. Can we just let it go and continue it later?"

"Seriously? And when is later because I never see you."

All Jack did was throw the comforter away from him and hop up out of the bed.

"Baby, where are you going?"

"To the guest room to get some fucking sleep since I'm clearly not going to get it in here."

"I… come on don't be like that. I just…."

"I'll probably be gone by the time you wake up." Jack muttered before making his way out of the bedroom and leaving you upset. 

You waited about an hour or so before going to peek in on Jack who was sound asleep. All you wanted at the very least was for him to sleep next to you and at least hold you, but it seems like nowadays that was asking for too much. You softly walked to the left side of the bed and crawled in next to him and he was startled by the movement.

"Y/N..." Jack started to say but you immediately cut him off.

"Can you at least hold me so I'll sleep better. I didn't come in here to argue. I just want you close to me." 

All he did was raise his left arm and you cuddled closer to him as he wrapped it around you and it almost seemed forced like he didn't want to do it. 

"I love you, Jack." You whispered to him, but all you got were his soft snores in response letting you know that he had fallen back asleep.

You felt your eyes watering and the tears slowly ran down your face and you did your best to even your breathing so that you wouldn't wake him up again.

You just simply wanted your loving boyfriend back who would always spend time with you and never made you feel as if you were a burden.

When you woke up, just as he told you Jack was long gone and you simply let out a sigh. When he left early like that he would usually send you a text message that said good morning and how much he loved you, but you didn't know the last time he did that. You would usually send them and now they went unanswered.

You had some work to do yourself and had been working from home for the past few days. You couldn't quite put your finger on what it was that was bothering you besides the obvious with Jack, but you didn't feel 100%. 

Hoping that a hot shower would help, you hung eucalyptus at the top of it to open you up so that you could breathe better and lost track of time of how long you had been in there. 

Once finished, you got dressed and decided to bring your laptop to the living room in order to watch some movies for some background noise and order some food since you hadn't felt like cooking.

You nibbled at your food all day while you worked and when 5 PM came around of course Jack was nowhere to be found. You had sent a few texts throughout the day to ask how things were going and all he was doing was reading them and not responding, making you grow frustrated.

Around 10 PM, since you still didn't feel well, you made yourself a cup of ginger tea in hopes that would help and made your way upstairs to your room not even bothering to wait for Jack. It was clear that he didn't want to talk to you so you weren't about to force him.

When you woke up it was around 7 in the morning and you had felt worse than you did the night before. Jack wasn't next to you and you heard the shower running so you assumed that he was getting ready to go out and leave you by yourself…. Again.

Once he came out the shower, you couldn't help but to blurt it out.

"Baby, can you please stay home with me today?" You couldn't put your finger on as to why, but you didn't want to be by yourself.

"Y/N…. What is it now? Didn't we already talk about this?" He answered and had an immediate attitude.

"I just don't feel that well and want you to keep me company. It's just for a day.  You can miss one day."

"What don't you get when I say that I have to provide for us? You saying that you don't feel good is just another excuse to try and get me to stay home and start an argument. You look fine to me and I can't believe you would pretend to be sick for me to stay."

"Just say you hate me and go." You muttered and stormed into the bathroom while locking the door behind you.

"Why would you even say that?! I don't hate you!"

You didn't bother responding and simply brushed your teeth and washed your face. You could hear him moving around the bedroom and once you heard his keys, you knew he was getting ready to leave despite your protests. All you could do was sigh and attempt to go on about your day.

By noon, you couldn't focus and no amount of medicine was helping you feel any better so you decided to get dressed and head to the grocery store in the hopes of getting ingredients to make some soup and hopefully you would be able to keep it down. You had gotten to the couch downstairs and were putting on your shoes when you suddenly felt lightheaded. You gave it a few minutes to let it pass before standing up. And once you did, your head immediately hit the floor.

Jack was in the studio and cursed to himself. Nothing had been going right that morning and be felt that it was low key his Karma for blowing you off.

"What's wrong?" Urban asked while seeing his frustration.

"Could you do me a favor and go to my condo to get a sample hard drive that I forgot? I don't want to see Y/N."

"Wait, what? Why? Are you two fighting again? You've been fighting a lot more than usual."

"I just don't want to deal with her right now."

All Urban did was sigh because he hated seeing the two of you at odds. He didn't want to get in the middle of it, so he didn't bother saying anything.

"Be right back."

When Urban walked through the door, he called out to you but when you didn't answer he was confused. Your car was still in the driveway and he could hear the television playing so he wasn't quite sure what was going on.

He walked further into the condo into the living room to discover you on the floor and not moving.

"SHIT! Y/N!" Urban said while rushing over towards you and trying to tap you to wake up.

"Come on, wake up!"

Nothing he was doing was working and he quickly pulled out his phone to dial 911.

"Hello 911, what is the address of your emergency?"

Jack was growing increasingly inpatient and was wondering where Urban was since it had been at least two hours since he left. His condo wasn't that far from the studio and he figures that you had coerced Urban into staying with you and gave him the same sorry excuse of not feeling well that you told him earlier.

It was another 45 minutes before Urban stormed into the studio pissed off and red in the face.

"Do you not know how to answer your fucking phone anymore?!"

"What? You were coming right back anyway. It's been on DND all day. What took you so long?"

"Your girlfriend is what took me so long." Jack immediately rolled his eyes.

"Oh, did she give you that same bullshit ass excuse of her not feeling well?"

"You are such a fucking dumbass. When I got there she was on the floor, passed out! So when she told you that she didn't feel well, she wasn't lying! The paramedics were asking me all these questions that I didn't know the answer to since I didn't even know how long she had been on the floor or if she hit her head!"

"Wait, what?"

"You fucking heard me, your girl is in the hospital and hadn't even woken up when I left because I had to rush to get to your dumbass to tell you since your phone is on DND. The hospital had been trying to call you ever since she got there!"

All Jack did was mutter fuck under his breath and immediately started to feel guilty.

You had been telling the truth the entire time and all you wanted to do for the past few weeks is spend time with him and all he did was ignore you.

"I…."

"Just come on, I'll drive." Urban said and all Jack did was nod his head as a million thoughts were running through his mind.

Urban sped through traffic and made it back to the hospital in record time. Jack barely gave him a chance to stop the car at the entrance before jumping out and trying to get to you as soon as possible.

He immediately ran to the desk to ask the secretary where you were before she gave him directions to your room down the hallway.

Once he reached your room, he saw you sitting up with your head resting in your hand while the other was flipping through channels on television that was in the front of the room.

"Baby?" Jack said as he entered the room and all you did was look at him.

"Um, what happened?" He asked again and all you did was sigh.

"Don't you have somewhere else more important to be?" You asked while turning away from him to look at the TV.

"What? You're important to me, you're my priority."

"You can save the bullshit because I don't want to hear it. You know this is the first day that you called me baby and not by my first name in almost three weeks?"

"I… I'm sorry I was busy, but I'm here now." Jack tried to take your hand, but you quickly pulled it away.

"And you can leave. I don't need you here or want you here, you have to keep a roof over our heads, remember?"

"I know you’re mad at me, pissed is more like it for good reason but I just want you to talk to me."

"Oh, so now you want to talk? When you thought something might have happened to me? You have been acting like I bother you with everything that I say and you wondered why I said that you hated me this morning. I'm being admitted for the night so you'll be able to get your rest without me bothering you. I'll get Urban to pick me up tomorrow so that you can continue to provide for us. Now, you can leave so you can go and do that."

"You haven't even told me what's going on with you! I'm not leaving!"

"Why? So you can pretend to act like you care? I have started not to be able to recognize you anymore and I don't like the person that you're becoming so do me a favor and get out of my sight."

You had been home for a few days and Jack actually ended up staying the night with you in the hospital despite your protests. 

Long story short, you fainted because you were dehydrated and the stress that you had been under didn't help either.

Jack had been walking on eggshells around you since that day and was staying with you at home to make sure you had everything that you needed without having to lift a finger. However, now he was getting on your nerves because he wouldn't let you out of his sight. It sh

"Babe, when's the last time you drank water?"

"2006."

"Y/N! I'm trying to make sure you stay hydrated. I don't want you fainting again."

"I'm fine for the millionth time so you can leave. It's amazing how much free time you have now." You fired back and all he did was sigh.

"I never properly apologized to you and I'm sorry for making you feel like I didn't care about you and you should have never had to beg for me to spend time with you. I just get so wrapped up in my head with work that it's all that I focus on. I promise to do better moving forward and never make you feel that way ever again. I want this and I want us for the long haul."

“I don’t want you to promise me anything, instead show me by your actions.”

“Can I have a kiss to help me get started?” Jack asked while pouting and you immediately rolled your eyes before leaning over to kiss him since he sat next to you. 

“Uhhh I need one more for strength and maybe two more for good luck.”

“I… look now.”

“Please?!”

You obliged while leaning over to kiss him and he quickly pulled you onto his lap.

“I love you and I should never go that long without telling you again.” Jack whispered against your lips.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

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[saintslewis]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐀: 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 🪩

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem oc; Nadia Hamilton

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

warnings: twitter environment, cussing

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

pic credit: pinterest and ig!

fc: @/unclewaffles_ on ig

plastic off the sofa: chapter 7

renaissance: the masterlist

Twitter!

Instagram!

nadiahamilton

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nadiahamilton versace x dua lipa.

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pinned!

nadiahamilton guys my back tat looks so delicious

loriharvey YOU’RE JOKING? NADIA

nadiahamilton hello 🤭

user and what if this causes my hospitalisation?

dualipa i was so lucky to see this in person

nadiahamilton thank you for such an amazing show!

versace 💗

lilymhe i fainted a couple of times

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

nadiahamilton i don’t, i swear 😭

kehlani can your man fight

haileybieber you look like a dream 🥹

user whatever your affirmations were, hand them over!

sza that ass is SITTING

francisca.cgomes i am begging for one chance

alexandrasaintmleux me too omg

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

nataliatheedon you’re actually unreal WHAT

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

iamcardib like it’s actually pissing me off rn

amaraonmars this is insanity. do it again

jackharlow oh you was serious

user white boy, what are you talking abt? 🤨

user probably something at the party

user and dare i ask who took the photos….

user there could only be one selfish man who did this

user not you calling him selfish 😭😭😭

lewishamilton had to take a breather

charlottieee we’ll give you your pump, grandpa

fencer THIS IS SO CRAZY???

nataliatheedon CHARLOTTE YOU CAN’T SAY THAT 😭

lewishamilton hi mrs hamilton

nadiahamilton hi 🤭

user they had to remind y’all REAL QUICK

nadiahamilton

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nadiahamilton hello monaco! (can we pls focus on how good he looked)

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

user girl that’s her husband…..

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

lilymhe i felt like i was in a chick flick

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

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

user YOUR SHIRT??????

nadiahamilton super cute right?

user it’s so iconic!!!!

user nadia liked and favourited an edit of mine, just wanted to flex 🙏

user now why would you expose that girl’s secret like that (share the edit)

nataliatheedon monaco isn’t a real place, hope that helps!

nadiahamilton if i were you, i’d keep quiet 🫵🏽

nataliatheedon 😧

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

nadiahamilton yes?

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

nadiahamilton THANK YOU LIKE SOMETHING WAS IN THE AIR THAT DAY

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f1femmepost bumping into nadiahamilton was the highlight of our Monaco Grand Prix weekend! Tell us what your favourite interview moments were!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

f1femmepost because of all these posts, we love Nadia Hamilton so much! 🫶🏽

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

[dionysianivy]

Songs that reminds me of Dionysus ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Hello everyone🍇 This is my playlist of songs that remind me of the time I started working with Dionysus, or the songs that make me feel most connected to him. Maybe some songs don't have any Dionysian vibes, but they are important to me because they make me feel free, wild, and confident. They allow me to show my true colors and not be afraid to reveal who I really am, which is really important for my soul and for my Sag moon! >ᴗ< hope you like it♡

🌿🐆🌿🐆🌿🐆🌿🐆🌿🐆🌿🐆🌿🐆🌿🐆🌿🐆

1. My Blood - Twenty One Pilots | 3:49

2. This Charming Man - The Smiths | 2:42

3. Touch of My Hand - Britney Spears | 4:19

4. Electric Feel - MGMT | 3:49

5. Tarzan Boy - Baltimora | 3:50

6.  (Von Dutch Remix) - Charli XCX, Addison Rae, a.g. cook | 2:37

7. Phonography - Britney Spears | 3:33

8. Kill the Lights - Britney Spears | 3:59

9. Big in Japan - Alphaville | 4:45

10. Follow Me Down - 3OH!3 | 3:23

11. Affection - Between Friends | 3:55

12. Sadeness - Enigma | 4:15

13. My Prerogative - Britney Spears | 3:33

14. Karma Chameleon - Culture Club | 4:12

15. New Flesh - Current Joys | 2:47

16. Get Naked (I Got a Plan) - Britney Spears | 4:44

17. All I Need - The Frights | 2:54

18. Hotter than Hell - Dua Lipa | 3:07

19. Can’t Wait - Doja Cat | 3:55

20. Evil - Melanie Martinez | 4:06

21. Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears | 4:11

22. Follow Your Fire - Kodaline | 3:58

23. Hands Up - 6arelyhuman 2:14

24. Overcompensate - Twenty One Pilots | 4:16

25. Fairly Local - Twenty One Pilots | 3:27

26. Breathe on Me - Britney Spears | 3:43

27. Don’t Let Me Go - RAIGN | 3:51

28. Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye, kygo remix | 6:08

29. Little Dark Age - MGMT | 4:59

30. Metamorphosis - INTERWORLD | 2:23

31. If I Had You - Adam Lambert | 3:48

32. Break the Ice - Britney Spears | 3:16

33. Just Dance - Lady Gaga | 4:02

34. Drunk Together - Jai Waetford ft. Allday | 4:25

35. Wonderland - Natalia Kills | 3:32

36. Gimme What I Want - Miley Cyrus | 2:34

37. Night Crawling - Miley Cyrus feat. Billy Idol | 3:11

38. The Greatest - Sia | 3:33

39. National Anthem - Lana Del Rey | 3:51

40. Miami 82 (Kygo Remix) - Syn Cole | 5:42

41. Alejandro - Lady Gaga | 4:34

42. Poker Face - Lady Gaga | 3:57

43. The Business - Tiësto | 2:50

44. Brutus (Instrumental) - The Buttress | 3:13

45. I’m a Slave 4 U - Britney Spears | 3:23

46. Champagne Problems - Nick Jonas| 3:13

47. Ecstasy - SUICIDAL-IDOL | 2:00

48. Blackout Days - Phantogram | 3:47

49. Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen | 4:10

50. What’s Love Got to Do with It - Tina Turner | 3:48

51. Touch of My Hand - Britney Spears | 4:19

52. One of Your Girls - Troye Sivan | 2:59

53. Get Back - Britney Spears | 3:46

54. In the Arms of a Stranger - Mike Posner | 3:28

55. Piece of Me - Britney Spears | 3:32

56. The Answer - Britney Spears | 3:55

57. Acknowledge Me - Doja Cat | 3:15

58. Brother Louie - Modern Talking | 3:41

59. Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking | 3:45

60. At the Risk of Feeling Dumb - Between Friends | 3:25

61. Where Is My Mind? - Pixies | 3:53

62. Wildcard - Miley Cyrus | 3:14

63. Thousand Miles - Miley Cyrus | 3:51

64. Often - Doja Cat | 3:20

65. She's Like the Wind - Patrick Swayze | 3:52

66. Heavydirtysoul - Twenty One Pilots | 4:12

[idontblushsrry]

Levitating|| Shunsui Kyoraku

Pairing: Shunsui x GN Reader

WC: 1,555

A/N: This started as a writing exercise so that I could get back into the flow of writing again but I like it so I'm posting it. Sorry I've been MIA for like 2 years, I'll be posting on again/off again for a while. Also I changed some of the lyrics of the song, Dua Lipa stans pls don't come for me.

Warnings: None, some swearing?, there's talk of marriage because I feel like the Soul Society doesn't really have "dating"

Shunsui + Levitating

I believe that you're for me, I feel it in our energy // I see us written in the stars

Shunsui knew that he was an old man. It was a notion he never attempted to disavow himself of, finding it to be a pointless endeavour; Besides, he was proud of his age.

With age, comes wisdom, one that he has refined enough to know not to deny the fluttering of his heart whenever he so much as heard your name. For him, it was nothing to be  embarrassed about, no matters of the heart were. He would readily admit that it was a bit disorienting. One moment he’d be talking with Nanao and suddenly his breath would be stolen at the slightest hint of your perfume. 

You possessed a gift so unique, a hold over him like no other. Being in your presence somehow managed to send him back to his days in the academy, leaving him feeling like nothing more than a lovesick student. You’d set his heart alight and made it seem as though the world was slipping away every time you smiled. Your visage immediately righted any wrongs. He was sure that your laughter could cure any affliction he may be ailed with. To put it simply, Shunsui had found himself utterly enraptured by you and yet, he didn’t mind. The butterflies you’d managed to elicit from him only added to the weightless feeling he’d become stuck with since meeting you.

We can go wherever, so let's do it now or never, baby // Nothing's ever, ever too far

You hadn’t treated Shunsui any different from normal, but it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. The usually laid-back yet sharp captain suddenly became ditzy and distracted whenever you so much as glanced at him. He was quite obvious, and though he hadn’t quite acted upon his feelings, he’d made it clear where he stood. His schedule as head captain didn’t allow him free time at the best of moments and yet Nanao somehow found herself overencumbered trying to fit ‘Lunch with Y/N <3’ into Shunsui’s schedule.

“I don’t see why you don’t make things official with her. Everyone already knows that you two are sickeningly in love with each other”, Nanao would frequently complain.

Shunsui would always fix her with a look that would make her regret saying anything and reply, “Matters of the heart can’t be rushed.”

If you asked Nanao, it was all arbitrary bullshit. If she voiced that particular complaint however, Shunsui would “remind” her that she’d “understand when you have someone to love”.

Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes//Shining just the way we are

“Oh Shunsui, this is lovely.”

As you cooed over the late-night picnic that he set up, he took a moment to examine your features. The curve of your mouth, the slope of your nose, the reverent way your hair framed your face. Everything about you looked lovely as usual, bathed in moonlight however…

He’d give you anything you wanted.

When you looked at him with those eyes, endlessly rich and glittering with the light of the night sky, he couldn’t help but yearn to kiss you. Even just a gentle press against your lips, oh how he’d kiss you so lovingly. He’d hold you so gently and ask if he could have just one more, one more, one more.

Your gaze flickered down to his lips.

He ran his tongue over them and he swore your eyes grew darker.

You placed a tentative hand into his hair, nervous but sure fingers weaving their way into his tresses. He swears then and there that he has never loved his hair more (if only so that there’s more of him for you to touch).

He cups your face with his hand. You lean into his palm and smile. He feels that weightless feeling come back as he leans forward to feel that smile against his skin when--

“Oh Shunsui look! Did you know there were going to be fireworks tonight?”

He did, it’s one of the reasons he planned a date on the rooftop of his home. He wanted you to see the fireworks and he wanted to see the way your skin would look bathed in the multi-colored light. He doesn’t regret the way your face lights up, this time in awe, but he does wish the timing could’ve been a little better.

He supposes the feeling of your body pressed against his is an apt substitute.

I feel like we're forever, every time we get together//But whatever, let's get lost on Mars

It is not long after the night with the fireworks that Shunsui decides that maybe Nanao was right. He found that the temptation of you was far too much for him to bear. He’d been distracted since that night with thoughts of you, driven himself half mad wondering what could’ve been if he’d leaned in a fraction sooner.

It isn’t until he visits your office for a quick cup of tea (something that both you and Nanao have scolded him for) that he has this realization however. You tell him that you don’t have much time to chat, Seireitei Communications is running some special issue from what he can recall, but you’re happy to spend this time with him. 

As you get up, telling him he’s free to stay as long as he’d like, “Although, you really should get back to work Shunsui, you’ll stress poor Nanao out”, and leave, he feels a sinking feeling for the first time in relation to you. It all just clicks for him that he wants the feelings he has with you to last forever. He wants a lifetime of levitating, of your joy, of your glittering eyes locked onto him, he wants you for as long as you’ll have him.

He realizes that the fluttering feeling comes back at the mere thought of calling you his spouse.

As he floats back to his office (he isn’t quite sure that his feet ever touch the ground), confusing every person he passes along the way, he places an order for a ring and decides to have a talk with you after things settle down.

Later, when you drop by his office with snacks as a small pick-me-up, you ask him what’s got him so giddy. He merely replies with a look that turns heated the longer he looks at you. It softens at the adorably flustered way you mess with your hair and look away from him. You try your damnedest to avoid making eye contact with him, squirming in such a way that, if he were less of a gentleman he’d pull you close and feel how affected one look made you.

As it stands, he decides he can wait a little longer.

‘You want me, I want you, baby’

After mulling it over, he decides he wants the proposal to be a private affair. The entirety of the Sereitei may know of your feelings for each other but that didn’t mean they needed to see this. He wanted to keep the way that your face-- nightsky eyes glimmering-- would light up to himself. He never considered himself to be a selfish man but he supposed when it came to you, everything became unexpected.

He still remembers the way his stomach, twisted in knots, became miraculously clear when you smiled. He asked if marriage was what you wanted, if it was ok to marry you. All the more reason to keep the proposal private, it’s much harder to reject a public suit from the captain of the 13 Court Guard Squads (you’d still reject him if you wanted regardless, another reason he was nervous).

You looked at him, trying to piece together what he was asking before deciding on your answer. “I’d love to marry you if that’s what you’re asking me Shunsui.” Somehow, your smile grew even larger, he wasn’t sure what his face looked like but he’s sure his grin matched yours.

Just thinking back to that day makes this moment all the more important. In the weeks following that conversation, you’d joked that you’d be eagerly awaiting his next move. He’d welcomed the challenge, stupidly. Now he was standing here fretting over if the grass was green enough, what if you suddenly became allergic to his shampoo-- He hoped that you wouldn’t notice the clamminess of his hands.

Another power that you found yourself ordained with, making the great Head Captain nervous. He could sense your spiritual pressure before you, which made him snap out of ‘panic mode’ into ‘focused commander mode’.

When he saw you, dressed up beautifully, jewels in your braided hair. He relaxed incrementally, this wasn’t a battle to be won, you were the one he loved. He was proposing, all he had to do was speak from the heart (easy) and hope you’d accept (he was sure you would but he was nonsensical at the best of times).

He saw recognition in your eyes, like a loose thread that has finally been tucked back into place. Your eyes tear up as he moves to ask you the question that has plagued his mind for months.

You nearly burst into tears, nodding happily and sealing your engagement with a kiss.

I'm levitating

[valexformula1]

Electricity - DR3

Request: No

Summary: Reader and Daniel being fools for each other but not confessing after Daniel heard Lewis is gonna ask reader out

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x best friend!reader

Word Count: 1323

Warnings: little sad and fluff, house moving, Daniel and reader being a pair of fools for ice cream, cursing

Author’s Note: Inspired by the song electricity of Silk City, Dua Lipa. Don’t be a ghost reader, it took me a while to write in it.

1996

At your 7 years you got to move from your country because your father got a job offer at Perth, Australia, you got to admin it was scary at first, moving from Peru to Australia was not easy especially when it was a different idiom, people, school, basically everything. Your mother died when you were 4, so it has been you and your dad only until you meet him.

Your dad was a mechanic engineer, and he was working at the Australia track when you meet him. 

It was a very hotness Wednesday when you were looking around for your dad since you got lost looking the other cars when suddenly him bumped you, a pretty boy with big brown eyes and a cheeky smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t see where I was going” 

“Sorry too, are you okey? ” he said cheking on you to see if you were fine

“Yep, I’m y/n by the way”

“I’m Daniel, nice to meet you” he said shaking hands with you “Come on, let’s go for some ice cream” 

Before you could answer he was already running and holding your hand, so you could follow him.

Since that you and him start to hang more and more becoming best friends, you attending to his races and him been for you in every broken heart.

2011

When I'm with you

Ooh, baby

Giving up my ghost for you

“Gosh Daniel, I’m so proud of you debuting for F1” you said

“What you think about the race?” he replied

“That someone is getting an F1 seat soon” 

“You really think so?”

“Absolutely, you’ll see”

“Thanks, changing theme” he said looking behind you “where is Michael?”

“He isn’t coming, actually he isn’t coming anymore we split out, think it wasn’t meant to be”

“What? Why? You okey?”

“Yep, we just wanted different things” you said trying to recover the reality “come on let’s go for some ice cream” you said grabbing his hand.

The truth was that Micheal want to call it quits since he saw how much time you spend with Daniel and you attending to the race and cancelling your date 3 days before was the straw that broke the camel's back. 

He told you that it was clear you and Daniel were in love, so he broke up with you, you didn’t agree with him saying that you got a thing for Daniel when it wasn’t he was your best friend that was all.

2021

All I see is you, lately

Wide awake and in my dreams

I see your face so vividly

I don't know what I'd do

Ooh, baby

If you only saw a friend in me

I'd be bittersweet

That casual kiss on my cheek would have meant nothing up until recently, every time that you saw, hug or touch Daniel there was a feeling, a feeling in your stomach.

This started to happen since that GP 2 years ago when he wins, you watch him get off the stage to hug you and since then you could stop thinking about him. 

Now you weren’t dumb you knew what it meant, but it didn’t matter, today you decided to give it a shot and tell him after the race. 

“Hey Dan, congrats on p4” you said after entering on his driver's room

“Thanks y/n” okey it was now or never

“So, I want to tell you something” said both of you

“Go ahead” he said

“No, you” you said thinking he would say what you think it was, was it that he felt the same? He also likes you ?

“Well, I meet this pretty girl yesterday and I ask her to go on a date tomorrow” he said smiling

After that you learn that online date apps were not that bad at all.

2022

I know you've been treating, treating yourself wrong

So let me care for you

Ooh, baby

I'ma love you differently

I'll give you electricity

“Hey, you wanna grab some ice cream?” you said to him after he opens the door of the hotel

Everybody knew Daniel wasn’t having the time of his life this season with Mclaren treating him like shit.

“Thank but not in the mood” he says a little sad

“What’s wrong?” you could feel something was not fine

“Imleavingmclaren” he whispered 

“What?” you replied confused

“I’m leaving Mclaren y/n” he said more loud this time with tears in his eyes

This past few weeks Daniel was the center of attention on the paddock but not for a good reason, everyone wanted to know where he was going to go or do after the news. Daniel started to push everyone, fake smiling all the time, there wasn’t that smile that you saw years ago anymore, he started to lose weight and cancelled to your friend dates.

“Daniel, talk to me” you beg, this week you found out Daniel wasn’t eating

“I am fine”

“No you’re not, you being skipping foods” 

“Just wasn’t hungry, that’s all”

“What about our Wednesdays of ice cream that you seem to skip now” you replied a little angry now

“Busy”

“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo stop it, I know you since we were 7, and I know you are not fine, and it’s okey not being fine sometimes” you said now hugging him

“It’s just too much for me right now, I feel like my life doesn’t matter anymore, I feel lost” he cried

“You’re going to be fine, let me care for you ”

2023

I feel electric, baby

So electric, baby

Wanna let you know, let you know

I think I'm ready, baby

I think I'm ready, now

It was the Australia GP and you decided to go see it with Daniel, that night at the hotel he started to feel better, it has been a tough way, but now he was the third driver of Red Bull Racing, and he had enough time for Wednesdays of Ice cream.

“Hey Seb, how retiring treating you?”

“Very good, where is your lovebird?”

“Not my lovebird”

“Come on y/n, you two are bound to one another, you always have been, and I know he feels the same” 

“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think he feels the same way” you replied

“Who? Daniel?” said Hanna joining the conversation “he is a fool for you” 

“Yep but y/n says he is not” Seb said telling his wife the context 

“I even thought you were dating, there is no way he doesn’t” she said

“Yeah, well he doesn’t” you said 

Max has won the Australia GP, and you’re at the hotel getting ready for the party when you heard a knock.

“Hi Dan” you said opening the door

“So I heard Lewis want to ask you out” he says while entering to the room.

What? Lewis? I mean he was cute, well hot, but you were more into a certain Australian “Really? Who you kn..” you couldn’t finish because you feel his lips against you. 

“Before you said anything I just want you to know I’ve always liked you, from the first moment I saw you at that Wednesday when we went to eat ice cream, and you order vanilla, and ever since that day I have hidden my feelings because I didn’t want to lose you, but now I heard Lewis want to ask you out, so I have to risk now because I know him, and I know that if you say yes to that date I will lose you forever so here I’m telling you everything and hoping you feel the same way y/n”  he lower his head as he finishes saying that, not wanting to look your reaction but instead of a push he feels your lips again.

“That means you like me too?”

“Of course you fool”

He started to smile, grab your hand and run while yelled “Come on, let’s grab some ice cream to commemorate this moment” 

[lfc21]

Rating your boyfriend throughout the day

TW: Fluff

Prompt list: Tik Tok

Summary: You and Trent rarely had a day spent with just one another but finally today was the day and you knew that rating his every action would make it just perfect.

It was once in a blue moon in which Trent had a day off with just yourself and him. As this was the case you knew today would be the perfect day to participate in another silly yet cute Tik Tok trend. You knew how much Trent secretly loved you making all of these stupid videos and letting the whole world know about your relationship. You couldn't help but have the urge to do the rate-the-day challenge.

1/10 stole all of the bed covers and wouldn't give them back.

The clip presented you and Trent in the early hours of the morning with your cold body and Trent sleeping softly with the soft warm covers wrapped all around his body. This wasn't the first time he had completely ignored your protests just because he was comfy and snug all to himself.

6/10 Helped me make breakfast even though he was still half asleep

Trent had his head in the cruck of your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist whilst you poured the contents of the cereal box into the two bowls in front of you. The camera was perfectly in front of you both capturing Trent's sleepy eyes and your constant giggles at him.

3/10 screamed the words to one kiss by Dua Lipa whilst in the shower

You filmed the bathroom door which had the noise of Trent's awful singing bouncing off every object. He often thought he was Elvis Presley in the shower but from the sound of his singing you would never off guess. The video was also filled with your loud and constant giggles from behind the camera.

"100/10" Held the door open for me

You filmed Trent standing with his back against your front door whilst ushering you out first. You made sure to get his gentleman-like actions into the video as you knew how much your fans would love it and how much his teammates would tease him for it.

2/10 Had to walk on my own because instead of walking he runs

you showed the camera Trent walking miles ahead of you with your two French bulldogs whilst you were far behind. As the clip went on Trent stood to a side and held his hand out for you causing you to run towards his open embrace.

1000/10 cuddled me and finally watched keeping up with the Kardashians (He secretly loves it)

The clip showed you and Trent in bed as you rested your head on his large chest and showed Trent's wide eyes and concentrated look on the tv in front of him. You could see Trent's hand running through your long hair and his warmth creating the most perfect comforting blanket upon you.

Hey guys 👋🏻 This was so so so much fun to write for the Tik Tok prompt list ❤️ I really hope you guys enjoyed this piece 😊 please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated 🥰 have a good day 😆 masterlist 2022 💌 masterlist 2023 💌

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[skyechild]

Home for the holidays

𖤐 pairing: Seonghwa x Reader (M/F)

𖤐 genre: smut and fluff

𖤐 warnings/kinks: nothing really for warnings, kinks though...breeding kink bcuz its Hwa, collars (f) handcuffs (mentioned), blindfold (mentioned), dom!Seonghwa, sub!reader, marks, crying, squirting, pussy drunk!hwa,

𖤐wc: 4.7k

𖤐trope/au: est r/s, idol verse

𖤐 summary Seonghwa comes home early the day before Christmas Eve to surprise you and with the roads being closed to all the snow you were not expecting anyone at your door at 9pm..

𖤐 A/N: This is for 16days of smutmas! Thank you to @staytinyville for beta reading <3

𖤐 Playlist:: _World by Seventeen, Christmas Evel by Stray Kids, Cheers by SVT Leaders, Puppet Show by XG, LALALALA by Stray Kids, Crazy Form by Ateez, Swim by Chase Atlantic, Lavender Sunflower by Tory Lanez, Pretty Please by Dua Lipa, Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams, Need to know by doja cat

𖤐 special tags: @kwanisms @anyamaris @millennial-fangirl / @kpop-stories-21 @yoonguurt @twisted-tales-of-all @stardragongalaxy

𖤐 tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @kikouku / @spooo00oky / @yoonjonguwu /

Seonghwa was obsessed with your hoodie. It was your favorite, huge on you but fit him just perfectly. It smelled like you and it was soft. He always took it with him on tour, trading it with one of his. He had told you that he probably wouldn't be back in time for the holidays. Would probably miss Christmas and New Years. 

It felt like a stab to the heart.

But you had to expect it with dating an idol–they were busiest around the holidays. The weeks from October to January seemed to be when Seonghwa and the boys were extra exhausted, even if they tried to hide it from you and fans.

Christmas was your favorite holiday after Halloween, because you got to spend it with your boyfriend. Being able to curl up on the couch, coffee traded for hot chocolate, the tv playing a cheesy hallmark movie you and Seonghwa always made fun of but secretly loved, feather light snow dusting the ground and roads that would be molded into snowmen and women.

You loved sitting outside, curled up into a blanket and Seonghwa’s softest hoodie, hands around a mug as you watched cars and trucks try to make it up and down the hills, quietly cheering when they made it up or down safely. You had made a few snow rabbits and placed them on the railing of the porch.

You smiled, eyes trailing out the window from your spot on the couch. The streetlamps had turned on and it casted a pretty yellow glow on the snow that had already accumulated on the ground and roads. The roads had to be close to closing soon. Your eyes trailed back to the tree you had set up with the help of a few of your friends before settling on the presents under it.

You had been getting deliveries almost everyday that were possible gifts for you–Seonghwa’s name on the package as the sender. He had texted you earlier saying you could only wrap the outer package to the shipping box so it didn't look bad under the tree.

You smiled softly, eyes closing a bit as you rested your head against the back of the couch, humming quietly to the song that was playing in the background of a movie. You sighed, looking up at the ceiling, taking in the decorations.

The sound of a knock on your door caused you to sit up in confusion. You haven't heard any sound of tires or seen any headlights shine inside the windows. 

Your blood went cold. This was how all Christmas horror movies started. 

Slipping your phone up you checked the cameras as you pulled the blanket around your shoulders tighter and got up, waddling to the door. You stopped in your tracks when the camera opened up and showed pink hair. The person's head was down but you would recognize that figure anywhere.

Running the rest of the way to the door you yanked it open, Seonghwas head popping up at the aggressive motion, startled before he laughed lightly. He released his luggage and bags just in time to catch you. "I thought you wouldn't make it! Aren't you supposed to be in Europe?!" 

He chuckled, hugging you tight to his chest. "I needed to see you." You shifted, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist and he adjusted to hold the blanket around you as he stepped inside. 

"Hold on." He leaned down, grabbing his bags as he kicked the door shut behind him.

Shoving your face against the cold skin of his neck you nuzzled your nose against his pulse point, smiling faintly at the shiver that went down his spine at the difference in temperature of your skin compared to his. Your stomach clenched in excitement and happiness. 

Seonghwa was home for the holidays. You felt like you were going to explode with how your stomach and chest were fluttering. You wanted to wiggle in Seonghwa’s grip but not while he was carrying you. That just seemed like a bad idea. You grinned softly, tightening your hold on him.

"Hwa, I can't explain how I feel right now. 'n knowing that I'm not dreaming and you're actually here." Your bite your lip as you pull back to look at him. 

His nose almost matches his hair with the soft pink it is from the cold. "I know baby." He whispers, hugging you rightly and waddling to the couch, never releasing you. Sitting down he peppered kisses around your face, pulling giggles from you.

Sitting back on his lap more comfortable you sighed, resting your hands on his shoulders and taking in more of your boyfriend. The tips of his ears were pink as well as his nose and you pressed a kiss against his nose and the tips of his ears. "It feels like it's been years since I last saw you. Pictures 'n videos never compare." 

He smiles softly, taking off his gloves and holding your hips. "Facetime doesn't help you either–so much more breathtaking in person. Seeing you this close..." His hands move to your cheeks, stroking the skin softly. "I’m so lucky."

You giggle, placing your hands over his as turning your head to kiss the palm of his hand before nuzzling into it. 

"I love you." You smile, eyes closing as you rest your head in his hands. "I love you too baby." He murmured, eyes soft as he watched you. "I brought you more gifts." He whispers after a bit and you sigh teasingly, resting your head on his shoulder. 

"You already got me so much." Your breath fans across his neck and you feel him shiver. "I could barely keep up with the presents I was getting you." 

He chuckled, rubbing your back as he looked at the tree and at the pink packages."Is pink this year's theme?" 

You shifted, wrapping your arms around his neck, humming quietly. "Your hair is pink." You stated, hinting at the obvious reason. 

"Does that mean every year the theme is whatever color my hair is?" 

You nodded, nuzzling into his neck. Seonghwa chuckled, scanning the decorations he had set up, noticing the small touches he bet his mum did. "Baby, did mum come over and help?" You nodded and pulled back to look at him a bit. "How did you know?" 

He chuckled, a soft smile on his face. "I’d recognize my mum's decorating anywhere." You feigned a pout before you dropped a kiss on his forehead. "It's very discreet, but I'd be able to recognize it. But what is that tree over there?" He motioned to a smaller tree in the other corner, a bit dimmer than the main tree.

You followed his gaze and found the red tree you had also decorated. "Oh! It's for the boys! There are some gifts I got for them under that tree. I kept them separate because I didn't know if they were coming over since we did last year." 

Seonghwa nodded, stroking the skin of your back as he slipped his hands under your shirt. "They're coming here this time." You nodded, tightening your hold on him. "I have to cook for them." He chuckled.

"We are going over to your parents for Christmas eve right?" You nodded. "I was planning on it, i didn't know if you were coming to be home this time." He nodded then grinned. 

"So you're good to go to my parents on Christmas? I might have told them we would..." He trailed off and you nodded. “I was gonna go even if you werent home.” He gasped, as if he was scandalized. You smiled before you snuggled against his chest.“I just want to cuddle with you now." You whispered. He hummed as he stood up with you, you yelped and wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly. "You gotta warn me next time."

Seonghwa pressed a kiss against the side of your head as he moved to let the blanket fall fully onto the ground. Moving his hands he gripped the backs of your thigh with one and the other was a soft weight on your lower back as he walked towards the bedroom. Your smile had not left your face and it was making your cheeks ache but it didn't fall when Seonghwa let you fall back onto the bed, it only caused you to laugh as you bounced faintly.

Seonghwas own grin was growing on his face. He loved when he caught you watching him. You looked at him like he hung the stars and moon just for you. He would pull a star down just for you if he could, he'd give you everything you wanted if you just said the word. But you never did. You always returned his gifts with one for himself. You said you always wanted to be even.

You smiled as he slipped off the outerwear once he made it to the bathroom, shirt easily following. He was fine with the couch getting wet but the bedroom was a no. The mirror was positioned just right to where you could see him and he could see you. 

But you didn't notice when he slipped a small box to the side out of view so he wasn't surprised to see your eyes locked on his form. You watched as he shook his head, getting rid of the small remaining melted snow in his hair before he looked in the mirror. 

"I have something we can have now." You sat up a bit on your elbows as you watched his scurry out the door to the living room.

He was back before you had time to follow. Dropping his backpack by the door he dug through it and pulled out matching sets of silk pajamas. "Here I got us matching pajamas." Your smile melted and your face softened. God he was so cute. 

"Hwa...." You shuffled once you got up, wrapping your arms around his waist. "That's so cute." 

He feigned a pout before it broke into a wide smile, an arm wrapping around your waist as he swayed side to side, humming as he tossed the pajamas on the bed before he wrapped his free arm around your upper back and bent over enough to pepper kisses on your face, drawing the giggles he loved so much from you. 

“You're so cute.” He murmured.

You pushed him back for a second before you wiggled out of his grip to wander over to the dresser, grabbing something out from the back of the bottom drawer and hiding it behind your back as you turned back ground. 

“I have something we can have now. It's for both of us.” He tilted his head, looking like a confused cat for a moment. “Can you sit on the bed Hwa?” He followed, brows furrowed in wonder as you walked closer. 

“Close your eyes.” He closed his eyes as you dropped the wrapped presents between the both of you as you found your place on his lap, his hands automatically finding your hips from reflex. 

“This is for right now.” 

You could already feel the dampness of your panties sticking against your folds as you settled your weight onto his thighs. You didn't want him to feel how wet you were yet. How you got wet from just seeing his shirtless form. Your hands fell onto his shoulders, thumbs stroking the skin slowly. 

“You can open them now.” You whispered, watching as his eyes opened and he glanced down towards the gifts. 

His hands slid off your hips to start unwrapping his gifts. He had a faint idea of what types of gifts they would be when he saw you get them out from the bottom drawer.

The first one had his breath hitching. Pretty little handcuffs that would mostly be around your wrists unless he had a bad day and just wanted to be taken care of. 

The second had his eyes darkening a bit. “Oh sweetheart.” His voice had dropped an octave and your hands slid from his shoulders down to his stomach and tenses for a moment under your touch. The acrylics you managed to get before the roads got bad gliding across his skin. 

You bit your lip as he pulled out a pink lacy blindfold. You had both talked about a new blindfold, the current one getting distressed from the about of use.

He preferred the color pink against your skin. He said it made you look like a pretty doll, especially when he had you gasping and whining when he went past the overstimulation. ‘What a pretty fucked out looking doll. Aren't you beautiful.’ He would coo once he saw a few tears slip past the fabric.

Glancing back up at you he licked his lips, eyes scanning your face and a smirk pulling at his lips when he noticed the pink flush on your cheeks. 

“Are you getting shy?” He whispered and you had to force yourself to not look away. Seonghwa loved eye contact–craved it. 

“You have a few more.” You murmured. 

He chuckled at the diversion attempt. 

You slipped your hands up to his neck, nails brushing against his nape up into his hair. His motions stopped a moment at the feeling of your nails in his hand and against his neck. He couldn't wait to feel them scratching down his back. His eyes fluttering and head falling back into your hands for a moment before he quickly finished unwrapping the other gifts. A bullet that you know he will love using on you and a collar that had his initials on them.

He placed them on the bed beside him and flipped you both so he was hovering over you, a smirk on his lips. “I haven't even been home for a few hours and you already want to be on my cock? Did you miss me or my cock more?” 

You can hear the amusement in his voice as he bends down to leave a quick kiss on your lips, snickering as you try to follow him back. His hand presses down against your chest, keeping you against the bed.

 “Hm…What should we use first?” He hums as he licks his lips, his eyes catching on the collar. “Let's do just this for now. I want to watch as you fall apart on my cock, leaving marks on my back with these pretty nails.” 

He easily slips off your shirt, taking in the soft skin of your stomach and chest. “Oh, how I missed these.” He purrs, sliding his thumb over a nipple, watching as it hardens before he ducks down, easily slipping one into his mouth. 

Your groan echoed through his ears as your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the locks tightly. He hums against the bud, pulling a whimper out from you before he switches to the other after blowing air against the wet nipple, smirking at the sharp gasp that he managed to rip out from you. 

“Has it been so long that you're this sensitive?” You huffed at the teasing before he slipped the collar around your neck. 

“Well my fingers and video calls only help so much, and your fingers are longer than mine-” You choke on the rest of your words at the feeling of Seonghwa’s hand slipping past the hem of your sleep shorts, and his fingers brushing against the damp spot on your panties. 

“Look how wet you are sweetheart.” He murmurs mockingly as rips off the rest of your clothing, humming at the bare sight of you, eyes roaming your body as you squirm, trying not to cover yourself.

 Seonghwa liked to admire you sometimes but it always made you self conscious. You bit your cheek, you weren't going to slide down that rabbit hole with your boyfriend in front of you. 

“It's all for you Hwa.” 

He lets out a pleased noise at the mention of your body's reaction to him. “Yes it is. All of you is mine–just as all of me belongs to you.” He whispers, fondness seeping into his tone. “I love you so much little one.” 

You smiled widely at him. Those words coming from his mouth always distracted you, made you feel like it was the first time you had whispered the words to each other.“I love you too Hwa!” He smiled widely, a soft look on his face as he dropped a kiss on your nose. 

Then his eyes darkened, his fingers pressing against your clit after giving a quick swipe through your folds, humming quietly and your choked out whine of his name. He chuckled as he brought them up to his lips and popped them in his mouth. 

“God, I almost forgot how good you taste.” He murmured as he shuffled down the bed, pushing your legs apart more. “Keep them open or I'll get the bar.” You hated the bar and he knew it. He had adjusted a spreader bar so you couldn't close your legs around his head–even if he liked it sometimes.

He watched as you nodded before dropping kisses on your inner thigh. You bit your lip in quiet anticipation. You loved Seonghwa’s tongue, especially when it was on your pussy. You loved when he gave oral and he loved giving. 

Pulling one leg out his way he smiled against the skin of your thigh before he nipped at the skin, chuckling as you squeaked, leg jerking away. He fixed his position, pulling your legs back and over his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and jerking you closer to his face, legs being pressed against your stomach from how he was positioned. 

“Such a pretty little thing.” He murmured, eyes locked on your pussy before he dropped his head, nose brushing against your clit as he slipped his tongue through your folds, eyes fluttering shut.

You let a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the feeling of his tongue on you. He hummed at the taste, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine. You whined as his fingers crept closer, spreading your folds and slipping his tongue from your entrance to your clit and giving a harsh suck on the bud. You twitched in his hold, hands gripping his hair tightly and tugging faintly.

 “Fuck, Seonghwa.” He hummed, making you shiver. 

Seonghwa’s eyes opened to flick up and meet yours, pleased to see you already looking at him. “Good girl.” He whispered, lips already wet with your arousal. 

He ducked his head back down, eyes sharp as they stayed locked on yours. His eyes were dark as the indecent sounds of slurping filled the room. Your legs twitched on his shoulders and he narrowed his eyes, a threat in dark eyes.

Close your legs, I dare you.

You could almost hear his voice in your head and judging by the amusement that took over the place of challenge in his eyes told you that he knew. You jolted, yanking his locks as you felt his tongue press inside of you, slipping against your walls. 

You loved this, most of all, you knew he loved it. Especially by the way his eyes got a bit hazy. You were sure this wasnt going be just him eating you out then fucking you. No, the haziness in his eyes told you that he was planning to get drunk on you, then maybe fuck you if you didnt have to ride him–you wouldnt be complaining. 

You shifted, pulling his head more into your pussy and humming as he pressed his nose against your clit, taking his time licking through your folds and flicking his tongue against your clit before sucking on it before shifting you to get his tongue as deep inside you as he could. 

The sudden tightening of your stomach and the feeling of your orgasm hitting you like a brick wall had you gasping, fighting between the feeling of pulling him closer or pushing him away. But by the way he tightened his grip on you left you knowing he had made your choice for you. 

He was planning on having you squirming on his tongue, whining and crying before he got you on his cock. The small glimpses you got of his face, the orgasm had got his chin and lips wet, what mostly had you pushing at him was the almost drunk look in his eyes.

He could break you like this. It had been a while since he had been able to give you oral but when he looked up at you and watched you push at him, it had you stopping. He wasn't going to stop unless he got you squirting on him. 

He pulled you against him tighter, refusing to let you move or try and push him away. With him doubling his efforts and how you were still sensitive from your first orgasm it hit you just as hard as his fingers were added into the mix, pressing against the edge of your entrance.

Your hips jerked out of his grip once it loosened as he closed his eyes, smirking hazily as he got you to squirt on his tongue. He pulled back, eyes still slightly hazy as he climbed up closer, pressing your lips together. 

You groaned at the taste of you on his tongue once he licked into your mouth. Your chest pressed against his as you tugged him closer., letting him press his weight against you, pressing you into the bed. 

“We would use the toys, but it's been a while and I want to see you.” He murmured as he pulled back a bit, words fanning against your lips. A fond chuckle fell from his lips, as you unconsciously tried to follow his mouth.

“Plus, I want to feel your hands on me.” He dropped a few kisses on your lips.

You moved your hands from his hair to his shoulders, nails leaving faint pink lines as he sighed. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before he stripped off his pants and boxers and climbed back onto the bed between your legs, sitting back on his heels as his eyes roamed over your body. 

“God you're so pretty baby.” He murmured quietly as his hands slid down your thighs, smearing the wetness on your inner thighs a bit, grinning at your whine. 

Your hands found their way back onto him as he lifted your ass onto his thighs, letting his cock rest on your stomach. “God, sometimes I forget how big I am compared to you.” A corner of his lips curled up in amusement. He let you wrap your legs around his waist as he pulled his hips back.

“We have to make sure your tiny pussy is still made for me.” He teased as he pressed his cock in slowly, placing his hands by your head once his hips met yours, a soft groan leaving his lips as a high pitched moan left yours. 

Looking down at your stomach he closed his eyes quickly. “Fuck I forget sometimes….” He trailed off as he licked his lips. You quickly looked down as well and whimpered quietly as you pressed a hand on the slight bump in your stomach. 

“God, imagine when I manage to get you pregnant.” He murmured, almost to himself and you clenched around him and his gaze snapped towards you, a brow quirking. 

“Would you like that?” He teased, teeth showing as he gave you a smirk. 

You feel your cheeks head up in embarrassment, a mumbled ‘maybe’ leaving your lips as he grins. “Maybe I'll just try. We could try everyday. I make enough money for both of us…” He grinned, snapping his hips, cutting off whatever you were about to say as you let out a whine. 

“Fuck, Hwa please.” 

He groaned softly, dropping from his hands to his elbows,kissing your forehead before he started moving his hips consistently. While being very talkative he wasn't very loud in bed–soft groans and moans, slightly louder whines and hisses. 

He growled low as he bit down on his bottom lip as your nails raked down his back once his hips sped up. “So pretty for me baby.” He whispered against your cheek as his kisses moved down, kissing the spot behind your ear before leaving light hickies down your neck until he got to where you'd be able to cover them, marks getting darker the lower he went. 

You whined softly once his lips brushed against a sensitive spot on your neck and he hummed as he gave more attention to that spot. It was cold outside, and a scarf would cover the marks. He grinned before he left a darker mark.

He groaned as you clenched around him, one hand moving down to your hip. “Keep squeezing me and I won't last much longer…” He mumbled and you giggled slightly as you dug your nails into the skin of his back, dark red marks appearing, causing him to arch his back for a moment.. 

Gathering what little strength you had you flipped the both of you, sighing as it felt like he cock slipped further inside. “Fuck Hwa…” You moaned softly, nails already slipping down his chest. Seonghwa always loved when you were on his lap, even more when you were riding him. He gripped your hips tightly as he met your hips with his own. 

“Lean on me baby.”

He let your hands rest on his chest as he held you up a bit once he noticed your movements slowing down. Following his words you placed your hands on his chest, the move making you lift off a bit but it was quickly changed once he bent his knees, feet on the bed and snapping his hips up into you. You choked on a gasp as the tip of his cock hit the sensitive spot inside. “There it is.” He murmured as he noticed the change in your face. “Don’t close your eyes, keep looking at me, I want to see your pretty eyes.” He purred softly.

You struggled to keep your eyes open as you let yourself be engulfed in the feeling of your boyfriends cock hitting the sensitive spot quickly. “Touch yourself.” You groaned. “Lean back on my knees baby.” He added quickly, sharp eyes watching your hands as one went to rub your clit quickly, the other pinching your nipple and you shook on his lap. 

“Can i cum? Please?” You whimpered, looking down at him again.”Almost there baby, lets cum together yeah?” He groaned as you clenched around him. “Fuck, im gon’ fill you up so well with my cum, make sure it takes.” He murmured, more to himself but you heard it and jerked, walls tightening around him and eyes rolling back, your orgasm hitting hard. It set off Seonghwa’s own orgasm, his hands pinning your hips against his as his cock twitched inside you, warm ropes of cum coating your walls.

“I'm going to make sure it takes.” He pressed his tongue against his cheek once you both came to. “We can stay like this for a bit, then ill clean you up.” You nodded tiredly, laying down on him, head under his chin. “Dont fall asleep.” He whispered after a second before he smiled softly, stroking your hair as you nuzzled against him.

If you did he would just carry you. Seonghwa let you both rest for a few minutes before he was sighing and sitting up, holding you tightly. “You awake baby?” You rubbed your eyes with one hand. “No.” He chuckled at the blatant lie. “C’mon, lets go get cleaned up.”

-

The night ended with you both curled up in bed wearing your matching pajamas with a cheesy hallmark movie on and hot cocoa, even if you had fallen asleep after finishing the drink, Seonghwa stayed up a bit longer to scan over your face as you slept. He thinks about the box he had hidden in the bathroom.

“I cant wait to marry you.”

[solcorvidae]

Modern Witcher AU: My Headcanons: (part 3 of ?)

Geralt smells of coffee, caramelized sugar, kerosine, and mineral oil. The sugary scent is from his favourite fragrance (Vanilla Woods—The 7 Virtues) and it mingles well with his natural body chemistry and environmental scents. It’s very subtle but distinct and it works shockingly well for him.

Jaskier is determined to figure out what fragrance Geralt wears but is looking in all the wrong places. He assumes some of the “masculine” notes from the environment that linger on his skin and clothes are a part of the perfume. It takes Geralt explicitly telling Jaskier to look in the feminine and/or the unisex sections (of fragrantica) for him to actually do so and finally get put on the right track.

Jaskier smells of lavender and chamomile. His hair also retains the smell of his shampoo exceedingly well so he always smells clean. He uses solid fragrance that’s reminiscent of “Chamomile and Lavender Milk Tea” by The Dua Brand. It has notes of honey and raw almond milk that gives it a good balancing effect and works well with his body chemistry.

Jaskiers extended family organizes regular family reunions at grossly lavish locations at least once a year. Most of his family besides his parents and a few cousins don’t know about his cross-country road trip… or Geralt. When Jaskier brings Geralt along one year to a reunion at a rented out ski chalet he wants to make sure Geralt makes a good impression. Little did he know, most of his family would adore him and think he is such a doll. Geralt had no less than two people at any given time chatting with him for the vast majority of the weekend. As an introvert, he was exhausted by the end of each day. Jaskier is secretly convinced his family loves Geralt more than him after just a few days; however, Jaskier is more than happy to show him off so it never really bothers him much.

Geralt has a stiff gait. It stems from extremely tense muscles in his hips and lower back as a result of so many hours on the road and not enough proper stretching. Jaskier makes it his personal goal to get Geralt into physiotherapy and at the very least, flexible enough to touch his toes comfortably again.

Geralt’s nausea inducing alcohol of choice is tequila. Eskel’s is flavoured vodka. Lambert loves to get a reaction out of them over it.

Geralt can't have tequila (especially margaritas) anymore because of the near-two day hangover he had after drinking with his brothers on New Years Eve one year. Not even the night he came of age could compare to the sheer amount he knocked back that night.

Eskel's grievance against (lemonade) vodka started after a night out at the bar in his early 20's. He doesn't remember how many times he threw up that night (and he doesn't really want to either).

Lambert can hold his alcohol well but gets hangovers extremely easy, unlike Geralt and Eskel who rarely get more than a headache that's readily manageable with a single ibuprofen capsule. Lambert started keeping a bucket under his bed for this exact reason. He doesn't have a gag-inducing alcohol because if he did, all options would be exhausted with the amount of times he has been ill after a night out.

Geralt’s personal vehicle is a baby blue rust bucket of a pickup truck. It’s a sturdy but rough looking 1990 Ford Ranger.

Eskel drives a grey 2013 VW Jetta that was not taken care of too well by it’s previous owner. It’s a secondhand shitbox but it’s his secondhand shitbox.

Lambert refuses to buy his own car and when he’s not working, he makes Vesemir or his brothers drive him places when he can’t/doesn’t want to catch the bus.

Eskel gets extremely bad caffeine withdrawal symptoms since he has a much lower tolerance and rate of consumption than Geralt, who has a worrying dependency. Geralt says he's fine, but his blood pressure says otherwise.

[Modern AU Headcanon Masterpost]

[theythembehavior]

Hello! I've heard your cry and offer a Hurt/Comfort idea/request!

Okay, how about Qiu and Tamarack react to MC, who had been a cheerful child throughout their childhood and early teenhood, beginning to break down from the hardship of becoming adults, but refuse to stop smiling or let others know about their struggles because they don't know what else to do...

"When my heart breaks (they never see it, never see it)

When my world shakes (I feel alive, I feel alive)

I don't play it safe (ooh), don't you know about me? (Uh-huh)

I could dance, I could dance, I could dance..."

'Dance The Night' By Dua Lipa

Hope that this was good enough!

*consumes your idea.* Love it @beawesome04

I know people have different experiences with school. As well that I slightly moved away from the fear of growing up to the fear of failing and/or not being good enough. However, I feel like those two fears deeply tie into each other. Regardless, I had so much fun writing this <3 Take care of yourself lovelies!

It was hard to believe Fall was coming again. Junior year could be arguably the hardest, depending on who you were. Most people kicked back and relaxed for senior year, but not for you. You were pushing yourself to the limit, perhaps a little bit beyond.

You were a bright student, school used to be easy for you. It's not that you knew everything, you just caught on quickly enough to make it seem you were great at everything. And it was clear how growing up thinking you could do everything has effected you.

Praise and rewards everywhere you turned. On shelves from any activity, awards from school, pictures of you on days of achievements, sometimes even stellar report cards. You used to feel great for all your achievements, now it was all different.

Highschool doesn't pat you on the back as easily as elementary and secondary school did. You had to work, not that you didn't but you had to work hard. Teacher's with different expectations, ideals, approaches, and styles. But that wasn't close to the root of the problem.

Reminding. The dreaded reminder you're going to be an adult soon, you'll be on your own. No one is going to praise you, help you, assist you, or teach you. You got 12 years to prepare yourself for the real work and you felt as if you had wasted 10 of those years.

You staked yourself on advanced placement classes and duel-enrollment. That's where you began to fall apart. Those past achievements only reminded you of how you were not achieving anymore, it felt like a fall from grace. You kept pushing yourself to be better than you could manage, and it was beginning to show. It became a habit to come to school early and have Renee help you with makeup to hide lack of sleep. Sometimes, she fixed up your hair and outfit while you did more school work.

You just left the counseling office after trying to schedule a meeting for awhile. One look at your grades and the counselor decided that absolutely jampacking your schedule full of duel and AP classes was the best idea for your future. Pushing the idea of college wasn't a problem. You could go or not go, that was easy enough considering you have already been reached out to by multiple through a program given by AP. No, it was the idea of having to leave home, to go somewhere new and learn a whole new area. You couldn't just go home to mom anymore, you had to help yourself. And you didn't know how.

The walk home was terrible, leaving you to wallow in your thoughts. The walk past that wall, that God damn wall. You wanted to tear it down for all it was worth. Break every trophy, every hand-made item, every damned certificate. You were not worth an area for everyone to see, not worth a space outside of your room.

The second you entered your room, you dropped the backpack on the floor. And room seemed to get more and more disgusting every single time you entered. Qiu said it wasn't bad as their own, Tamarack said it had it's own charm, Renee often often would comment on how she would clean for a granola bar, and mom only mentioned how she wouldn't mind washing your clothing (honestly all said "mess" seemed to be clothing) but you always felt terrible about it. But you didn't have time for that. You took out the commetically large binder full of all kinds of work. You started on it until a piercing headache overtook your senses. It hurt, but you had too much work to do, too much to get done to stop now.

Knocking on the door before it opened. Right there stood Qiu and Tamarack, you had forgotten you had agreed to go out to town with them today. You felt like a mess as your heart dropped about forgetting an agreement made between two people you deeply cared about. You immediately stood up, and tried to apologize profusely. When did you start crying? Was it just now or before?

You tried to make your apology but before you could get even three words in, Qiu made their way and gently covered your mouth.

"Quite. Don't apologize, we know you are, let's just put everything away and hang out." Qiu looked around. You looked down, mortified beyond belief. Everything was a mess, you were a mess. You never felt like this before. What happened to being capable? Being enough?

"If it makes you feel better, our AP project was pushed back a week!" Tamarack was so right, that did make you feel so much better. You could temporarily focus on other classes.

"Not today. This is hang out time." Qiu gently wacked you in the back of the head with a packet of work from the floor. Were you that readable? That work seemed to be due soon... Apparently, you were that readable as you learn when Qiu wacked you with it again.

"O-oh yeah! Granny got a movie for us from the redbox!" Tamarack gently lifted the flap of her satchel, presenting a new release. Well, as new and 3 months could possibly be.

"Let's clean up. We can all kill ourselves

The next few moments consisted of picking up around the room. Qiu throwing clothing into a corner, Tamarack was tidying thing around and helping you put away all the papers on the ground. The fact they knew your room said way too much about you. But it felt comforting that they knew you well. You hoped they were proud of you. You think they were from how both Qiu and Tamarack cared for you.

Qiu completely uprooted your bed of all it's blankets and pillows. Tamarack gave them a scowl, only response she got from Qiu was a shrug.

"Be glad I didn't take the sheet too."

"Might as well take the mattress woth you as well." You smiled.

Yeah, yeah this was good. You felt better. You still had work to do, that didn't change, but this? Not focusing on it for a change felt healthy. One or two missed assignments felt insignificant when given the chance to have out with the closest people in your life.

[heavyhitterheaux]

One Last Sleep

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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

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

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

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

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[tahyal]

Hi Tahyal,

I hope you are doing well. I'm going to warn you this is a long question and sorry if I'm asking you this but no one I know seems to give me advice on how to solve this issue of mine. So I thank you in advance. My soul feels very tired :(

At the end of march I started working at a new job. The thing is, I like the job and it also pays be pretty well, but with time I've realised this place I've been woking is the most toxic work environment I've ever seen in my life. Because we're a group of new wokers, the "elders" have been treating us like total trash. They've made multiple of us cry, and many have wanted to leave. They are horrible with us and constantly talk ill about eachother. It's very very bad. It's been almost a month and I've endured until three days ago, when the way they've been treating me for the past days has made me cry for days in a row everytime I get out of that place. I've thought about leaving the job but I'm still not sure, as I'm in uni and I pay for my apartment and all of my expenses by myself. My parents live in another city where I don't want to go back to and I also can't ask money from my parents to maintain me. These people yell at us, even sometimes insult us and even when you've been doing your job correctly they try and find ways to yell at you about. The mindset I've adopted is, I'm going to talk back as the worst thing they can do is fire me. They all hate me because I talk back (when they personally attck me for no reason) and I'm not a kiss-ass.

First of all what is your opinion on the matter? do you think I should leave the job although it pays me well and I actually like it, and it's also a pretty important position and I don't really want to go back to being a waitress? or should I stay and be patient but raising my voice when I feel like I'm being disrespected?

And my real question is this. I know we are not allowed to curse in Islam, so I've never reached a point in my life where I've wanted to cure so bad anyone in my life but here we are. Because I cannot do that, do you know any "halal" way to make dua' against a person? Or any way to attack them without getting any bad karma in return?

Wallah my soul is tired lately, especially from these people :(

Thank you for taking the time to read this <3

Hi love!

Im sorry you’re going through this, there’s some undeniable strength emanating from your message though! Masha Allah.

Since it’s a job that you like and that pays well, id suggest you stay but remain assertive! Things might get better along the way, I sincerely pray they do.

There are several duas you can make! One of the best ones is Hasbunallahu wa ni’mal wakeel, it has worked for on so many occasions. There is also the du’a of the oppressed, I can’t remember it but you should easily find it online.

Here are a few others :

Please update me, may Allah make it easy for you! 🤍

[thesinglesjukebox]

SOPHIE ELLIS-BEXTOR - "MURDER ON THE DANCEFLOOR" (2001) (2024)

23 years on and this groove's still got some life in it...

[7.11]

Thomas Inskeep: Sophie Ellis-Bextor should've been the next Kylie — and for a couple years, almost was. Her 2001 debut album Read My Lips spun off a trio of top 3 singles in the UK, including this one, which has over time become her true classic. Dua Lipa's entire career was birthed in this single, the dictionary definition of ebullient dance-pop. (It's fitting that Lipa's "Houdini" is currently the most-played song on UK radio as this single is re-ascendant.) SEB has never gone anywhere: she's still making music, touring (based on her 2022 Sophie Ellis-Bextor's Kitchen Disco (Live at the London Palladium), she still sounds great), and is now a DJ on BBC Radio 2. She just didn't become the massive pop star she deserved to be. Now, thanks to its placement in a climactic scene in Saltburn, her greatest single is getting its flowers, climbing back up to #2 in the UK (so far — my fingers are crossed it can make it that final notch higher). "Dancefloor" still sounds fresh, certainly fresher than the glut of '90s-sampling dance-pop dominating the UK charts. This single sparkles, SEB giving a knowing wink as she sings, especially on the line "gonna burn this goddamn house right down." She knows what she's doing here: making magic.   [10]

Edward Okulicz: I bought this on single back in 2002, which tells you something (other than that I am old): it was an irresistible bit of sparkly disco radio pop back in the day. Move it forward or backwards a few years and it might have been an indie rock song for someone else, a filter house record, or (gulp) a Ronan Keating record. Fortunately that never occurred, and it's a delight to see a classic gain new fans from age groups and territories that didn't get it on saturation rotation. Part of it's the solid song by Gregg Alexander, who at his best was a master craftsman of a much-maligned form. Another part of it's the much nimbler, slinky production compared to the rest of his soft-rock oeuvre. And a very, very large part of it is the Debbie-Harry-but-English pose of Ellis-Bextor, too cool to do anything but be filmed dancing from the waist up while she stomps her heel into your eardrums. "Murder" really has everything — a catchy chorus, the tinniest guitar solo ever, hooks that fall as much off the words as the melody — and so is perfect for every occasion, even a movie I am never, ever going to see.  [10]

Alfred Soto: Like the Pet Shop Boys' "Rent," waaayyyy too good for Saltburn — perhaps Emerald Fennell thought their incandescence would rub off on her as if it were glitter. Part of a vanished climate of French house-inspired crossover pop like Kylie Minogue's "Love at First Sight," Sophie Ellis-Bextor presages Katy B's regular-person anonymity: she surveys the strings and rhythm guitar licks like a party hostess keeping an eye on the band while sipping her prosecco. [8]

Alex Clifton: I haven't seen Saltburn and frankly have no interest in it, but this film has led to the Sophie Ellis-Bextor renaissance which is a net good for society. "Murder on the Dancefloor" is just brilliantly composed and produced; it feels as fresh today as it did twenty years ago. There are so many thrilling little moments from Ellis-Bextor's vocal delivery: the way her voice curves into "about your kiiiiiind," the little rasp in "there may be others," the little trill of "dancefloor" in the bridge. I feel so biased writing this review because I've literally been listening to this song since I was a kid, but I'm so jazzed about "Murder" finally receiving the love it deserves.  [10]

Ian Mathers: How can you not love pop music when it'll randomly do things like this, suddenly giving us a song to review from before the earliest days of the Jukebox, that is here purely because of its use in a movie that I have not seen but am informed was probably picked on the basis of Ellis-Bextor's plot arc in the music video. And if I'm not willing to go to bat for it quite as hard as I would for "Running Up That Hill," I did love "Murder on the Dancefloor" in 2001 and it still sounds great now. I don't find myself having any reaction more complicated than happiness at hearing it again and that particular joy of people liking something you like. [8]

Nortey Dowuona: If you told me this came out in 2021 and Emerald Fennell asked Sophie to use it in her movie set in 2001 because it was just that on point in depicting the time, I would agree. Then after taking out my phone, I'd be punched in the face and meekly give up my phone. Then, after watching you sprint into a nightclub, I'd immediately thank goodness you didn't ask for the passcode and run like hell for the closest subway. I am three stops from home before I remember this did not actually come out in 2021; there are other Sophie Ellis-Bextor songs and jailbreaking is a thing now. [10]

Leah Isobel: RIP Mark Fisher. You would've written a hell of a blog post about Saltburn. [7]

Mark Sinker: Necessary digression 1: heraldry as a science in Europe is roughly 900 years old, a bright and stylised easy-read guide, highly rule-bound and policed, to class and land and title — which is to say to material history (its jargon-field is still mostly words not otherwise used in the UK since the 14th century; even property law is less lousy with extinct Norman French terms). And like many very aged things, it has necessarily also passed through phases and fashions, as technologies of display arrive and depart. In fact the first inkling I had that I wasn’t going to get on with Saltburn was the typeface chosen for the title on-screen at the outset. It’s a font with a fairly specific ill-set ungainliness to it: it wants to have the weight of "pleasingly and weirdly old; not how we do things now," but it might just as well be some off-the-peg super-modern studio confection — or even (though I slightly doubt this) something custom-fashioned purely for the film. There’s no discernible care to the choice. Necessary digression 2: back in the late '70s when Peter Saville was busily and insouciantly borrowing from this or that actual-real document or design, of such-and-such era, part of the point was the severity of the decontextualisation — except there was a rigour to the carelessness. The item was being supplied with an iconicity (the very word) pulling you in towards whatever the item was that Factory Records was then placing on the market. The surface glamour of the original was to be funneled through in such a way that its weight amplified only the new relationship. In fact (in its stylised easy-read way) Saville’s work was ruthlessly the opposite of heraldry, so very good at managing the ambient melancholy that suffuses the wider Factory moment; all the blocks and counterspells necessary to conjure here beyond the end of creative time as the context for the music to have presence. Anyway, long story short (lol) Saltburn – which would love to believe it has accessed the aura, for example, of the cover of New Order’s Technique — is attempting to juggle the same double burden. It wants to conjure a play between the decontextualised pull of 24-hour-party-people hedonism and the real ineluctable unremovable weight of actual history and actual class and actual land and actual title. Except for its story to work it needs both dimensions (hedonism and weight; heraldry and careless scribble) to register, as Saville absolutely didn’t. No block, no counterspells, nothing to dampen the disturbances — so when poor old Sophie EB’s voice and poise are scalpeled out of their 20-year-old chart context and abruptly c/p-ed into whichever late-stage scene it is, well, here they are, as a clumsy synopsis (calculation, side-eye, dancing, death) the structure really shouldn’t require, in a role the song is the wrong mood (a faintly gauche trifle, a chirpy hustle) to deliver. The movie never works out where it gets its deep reveal from, or what shape its politics are (if politics is even a useful word here). Ill-set ungainliness all over again: the carelessness floods back into the borrowed adornment, and breaks it in pieces. I don’t even love this song that much but I hate how it gets what value it has so gracelessly driven out of it.  [2]

Jacob Satter: At the risk of killing the groove, this is a pretty boring choice for a manufactured revival track. Call me back when the kids discover "It's In Our Hands." [4]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: I'm glad everyone's having fun here but the more I try to enjoy this — either on its own terms or as an icon of nostalgia — I get nothing. Unremarkable in any year. [4]

Lauren Gilbert: It was a [10] in 2001, it's still a [10] now. [10]

Katherine St. Asaph: The thing about it being 2024 is that in the intervening 20-plus years since "Murder on the Dancefloor" came out, approximately ninety million more disco-revival tracks came out. Some of them are by Sophie Ellis-Bextor, even. And so many of those tracks are smooth where this is stiff, magisterial where this is timid (and not in a winsome Katy B kind of way; Katy got better arrangements), charged where this is inert and just generally unmurderous. It's actually startling how inessential this sounds by comparison. [3]

Oliver Maier: Even as a youth, before my brain was burdened with indulgent critical vocabulary, I felt like this song just didn't work. I can't pin down whether "Murder" is knowingly a little chintzy (dare I say camp?) or if it's just cheap tat trying sincerely to sound boutique. Benefit of the doubt granted or not, Ellis-Bextor sounds like she's doing karaoke off the sofa. [4]

Michael Hong: When Ellis-Bextor pauses, it's easy, like a quick and graceful end to a conversation rather than the expectant response to her more spirited word choice. She's committed to this casualness, easily slipping away at the hint of a faux pas, which makes the occasional lingering word more charming. "About your kind," she sings, as if looking you up and down, wondering if she's got it wrong this time; the word "others" is trailed as if she's daring you to eliminate the competition. In that way, "you better not kill the groove," delivered with such nonchalance, becomes a fervid instruction. [7]

Will Adams: It's cute, Sophie is ever-charming, but there's real problem when you've got songs in your catalog with titles like "Bittersweet" and "Heartbreak Make Me a Dancer" that offer way more palpable drama than the one with the word "Murder." [5]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: Every other line is threatening here. “Stay another song,” “Don’t think you’ll get away,” “You better not kill the groove.” Sophie Ellis-Bextor isn’t demanding fear, though. That’s what makes “Murder on the Dancefloor” so irresistible: she sounds like a friend, albeit one who’s deathly serious about having a good time. When you hear her, you believe it can be this good for you too. [8]

Taylor Alatorre: Wow. They were allowed to make these slick disco-pop reimaginings with actual guitar solos back then? We must retvrn. [8]

Tara Hillegeist: It feels like a time capsule from another era in pop music entirely, because it is. There was a time when Ellis-Bextor's stately, imperial, nigh-inhuman precision of a delivery felt like nothing so much as the edifice within which pop star royalty could be crowned, particularly in the world of UK pop; it's still hard, even now, to deny the simple pleasures of someone who knows what her job is and then executes it flawlessly. But it's been over two decades since this song originally bowed, and it must be said that it was the impact of songs like, yes, "Murder" itself that raised pop music's skill floor high enough that such icy professionalism now feels like the most tiresome part of it — Dua Lipa does this regularly, after all, and with equal anonymity. No, what saves it, and ensures the song remains nothing so much as a delightful diversion (conditions of its resurgence be damned, I say), are the sampled whoops that come in beneath the guitar solo; notwithstanding that such a slice of controlled disco can credit itself with having a guitar solo to begin with, but the canned hype is such a stupendously goofy touch. It humanizes the song instantly, stripping the archness of its artifice aside to reveal the awkward smile underneath. The moment passes, of course. But the smile lingers. [7]

Anna Katrina Lockwood: I've been waiting 20+ years for an opportunity to issue a dissertation on the songwriting genius of Gregg Alexander and by god am I ready. Though it's hard to imagine it in a different form, "Murder on the Dancefloor" was apparently a cast-off single for Alexander's New Radicals debut, replaced by the equally glorious "You Get What You Give" — like, imagine being such a talented songwriter that you can just cast off a song like this, knowing you've got an equally great one to replace it with! "Murder on the Dancefloor" is just perfection in Ellis-Bextor's hands, with a galaxy of terrific choices in its production to go along with the amazing melodic structure. I still can't help but burst out laughing at the initial vocal hit in the intro on occasion, a perfect, delicately harmonized coo of "Murder!," cutting through the disco instrumental setup occurring all around. It's as great a moment of pop songwriting as I'm aware of — setting the expectation of the song's vibe from the outset. Ellis-Bextor's lyrics are outstanding, cleverly arch but not too shiny, in the thick of it yet also gliding past suavely. The song is incredibly detailed, a carefully calibrated piece — it lopes by with a relaxed stride rather than a reckless dash, a well-tailored Savile Row suit as opposed to an H&M tunic, cut to the millimeter. Yet it's also very clearly of the disco, built for singing along, difficult to avoid dancing to when it comes on. It turns on its heel at moments' notice, with layers of melody playing off each other throughout. Matt Rowe's efforts in production also deserve notice — this song sounds great, so distinctive that it is still eminently listenable 23 years on. I honestly have not a single thing to criticize about "Murder on the Dancefloor," and it's been a long time that I've considered it to be one of the truly great pop songs of my lifetime. It feels like incredibly just desserts to see it garnering so much praise now.  [10]

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Fandom positivity ask! 1, 3, 12, and 28!

linh truly you are. the number one. forever and always and also for all time <3

~ hbowar positivity asks ~

1 - what is your fav part about being in the fandom?

people are NICE and people are TALENTED. holy shit. it's like being friends with someone that has the skills of picasso and the kindness of our lord and savior jesus christ. which is blasphemous but TRUE

3 - what are some fics that you go back and read again and again?

oh man i am a rereading BITCH i could be here all day. but for top three i would have to gooo

Knit Us Together by @almost-a-class-act - truly the mvp boss of luztoye fics. Thee Perfect Fic it's truly art simple as that. i licherally reread it like. yesterday and am now making my wife read it. sam watch out for that because she's handwriting all her thoughts for me to show you because. oh my GOD everyone go read it

The Last Voyage by @ep6bastogne - VASTLY underrated baberoe fic. the perfect blend of human sunshine babe and tired but Good gene. sad and funny and good and i will admit that i cried. @mutantmanifesto made some GORGEOUS art for this very fic on this very day, because it's That Good

Before the Fall of Rome by @educationalporpoises - quite literally could NOT have asked for a better fucking secret santa. zee slayed. zee knocked it so out of the park that no one is yet to find the ball. it's luztoye and ancient history and reunions and truly what else do you need? 10/10

12 - songs that you associate with certain mutuals?

ohoho, this is where it gets LONG. sorry about that friends. under the cut because i have a lot to say and the time to say it, which is a bad combination

@lamialamia - linh my beloved. my darling. don't kill me but you are never gonna give you up by rick astling. not only are you catchy wonderful and always brightening up my notes, but i both never want to give you up nor let you down

@almost-a-class-act - guiding light by mumford and sons because truly what would the luztoye people do without you. die i think. you are the guiding light. the OG. thee #1

@dcyllom - dance the night by dua lipa because MOLLY whatever can i say other than you are the number one cheerleader of the modern webgott divorced two times au. you light up this world truly. this song fills me with joy and so do you

@whollyjoly - read my mind by the killers. because em you. you read my Mind on many occasion it must be said. same brain at times. how's mash going

@ewipandora - cheap thrills by sia because everytime you reblog literally anything i quite literally go ooOOOOH. you have an awesome beat good words Fascinating person. ewi i am holding your hand

@educationalporpoises - the baby shark song. zee i just see your pfp and i just immediately think of this song. i've never even heard it in it's entirety the lovely lyrics just run through my head whenever i'm lucky enough to see you on the dash <3

i have so many more mutuals that i love and adore but i do not have a mind for songs!! hugs and kisses to all

28 - what's something that lives in your brain rent free and you want everyone to know about the show/the fandom/your works?

portuguese luz. portuguese luz. do i have to say anything else. that is what everyone should know. that is number one. some good fucking food <3

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Penrose Song of the Day Day 41: Feel Good by Gibbz ft. Russ Liquid

I'm having trouble writing because I'm having trouble deciding what's worth saying. What is there to say that hasn't been said already. I'm but one monkey with a typewriter, cut me some slack.

I've been thinking about taste, and recommendations, and what the music we like says about us. I've been thinking about arrogance, and cruelty, and a little bit about No True Scotsman fallacies, too. I just. I don't know. What is "good" music and why are so many people fans of "bad" music.

I don't think bad music even exists, at least not really. I think music like any medium has so many competing and often contradictory delivery methods, goals, audiences, and interpretations that a categorical verdict like that is, frankly, Quixotic. I think about things like Throbbing Gristle and Clown Core, like Taylor Swift and Imagine Dragons, like Jungkook and 21 Savage and JVKE and Drake and AJR and all of the people who would say you're not listening to "real music" or "good music". There's a pity that's normalized with the superiority of your music tastes.

On the other hand, the more you learn and deeper you dive into anything, the more repetition you hear. The more you see things as hackneyed or trite. You've seen it before, heard it before, etc. You learn when someone was stolen from, when an artist is just rehashing something or taking from an entire genre/subculture that they weren't part of. Wider eyes see the ugly truths right?

I don't know. It's tough. I wonder if there's an answer that's satisfactory.

I saw Gibbz live, actually. Back in... 2017? I was seeing... I think A SIlent Film? With my good friend Katie. This was back when she would suggest we go see a band and I would just say yes. I think Gibbz opened. I don't remember. Shout Out Rock and Roll Hotel, I miss that venue.

Gibbz wasn't what I was expecting. A little smooth, a little mischievous. Like a wink between good friends. Electronic but soulful. A Silent Film was more classic, traditional rock. Gibbz was one guy at the front with a synth and a crooner's deathgrip on the microphone.

I went up and spoke to him after his set. It was a small venue, he was an opening artist, I just told him I loved his stuff and I really loved I Really Love You (which is still my favorite Gibbz song, for the record). He was kind. He said thanks, and how it was humbling to be playing live. It was a nice interaction.

I think, given the time and money to do so, I want to get back to doing this. Just going to shows blind, of artists I've never heard of, in genre's I've never imagined.

What does all this have to do with taste. I meander, I know. I'll bring it back.

I think I have pretty basic, milquetoast tastes. I like pretty average music. I have a passing interest in things with more obscurity- I like melodic forms of metal, I keep a finger on the pulse of industrial for Lauren. I'm finding myself drawn more to house, classical, and jazz. I like Math Rock.

But cards on the table, my favorite type of music with a bullet is Hot Pop Girlies Having Fun (tm). The Sabrina Carpenters. The Dua Lipas. My second favorite type of music is apparently Men Being Sad (the Hoziers of the world). I don't think that's ever going to change. And I'm trying to be more ok with that. I'm trying to stop letting audience or surveilance or observation change what I like and what I enjoy. I'm trying to unlearn shame.

I don't know. I just want to listen to something I love. You know?

I've stopped sharing music with a lot of people in my life (I'm aware of the irony of having that rumination on this kind of post, thanks). There's like 3 people I share music with IRL and I basically only listen to music with headphones these days. I want to make music one day but I'm struggling to see what the point is. I gotta remember the effusive joy that comes from creation, but I also need to remember, somehow, some way, that sharing music is good, actually.

Anyways, enjoy this song. I hope you feel how this song feels, at least to me. Chill, soulful, grateful to be alive, and above all, I hope that you feel good.

You could be dead right now. Go listen to something you love.

[positivelybeastly]

[ 🎼 ] + 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

For Beast and Simon please <3

Nature Boy, by Nat King Cole.

"There was a boy A very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far Very far

Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he

And then one day A magic day he passed my way And while we spoke of many things Fools and kings This he said to me "The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return"

2. Love Again, by Dua Lipa.

"I never thought that I would find a way out I never thought I'd hear my heartbeat so loud I can't believe there's something left in my chest anymore But goddamn, you got me in love again

I used to think that I was made out of stone I used to spend so many nights on my own I never knew I had it in me to dance anymore But goddamn, you got me in love again

Show me that heaven's right here, baby Touch me, so I know I'm not crazy Never have I ever met somebody like you Used to be afraid of love and what it might do But goddamn, you got me in love again."

3. Rhythm of the Night, by DeBarge.

"When it feels like the world is on your shoulders And all of the madness has got you going crazy It's time to get out, step out into the street Where all of the action is right there at your feet

Well, I know a place where we can dance the whole night away Underneath electric stars Just come with me and we can shake your blues right away You'll be doing fine when the music starts, oh

To the beat of the rhythm of the night (Dance until the morning light) Forget about the worries on your mind (You can leave them all behind) To the beat of the rhythm of the night (Oh, the rhythm of the night, oh yeah)."

4. About Damn Time, by Lizzo.

It's bad bitch o'clock, yeah, it's thick-thirty I've been through a lot but I'm still flirty (okay) Is everybody back up in the buildin'? It's been a minute, tell me how you're healin' 'Cause I'm about to get into my feelings How you feelin'? How you feel right now?

Oh, I've been so down and under pressure I'm way too fine to be this stressed, yeah Oh, I'm not the girl I was or used to be Uh, bitch, I might be better

Turn up the music, turn down the lights I got a feelin' I'm gon' be alright Okay (okay), alright It's about damn time (time) Turn up the music, let's celebrate (alright) I got a feelin' I'm gon' be okay Okay (okay), alright It's about damn time."

5. Free As A Bird, by The Beatles.

"Whatever happened to The life that we once knew? Can we really live without each other? Where did we lose the touch That seemed to mean so much? It always made me feel so

Free, as a bird Like the next best thing to be Free as a bird Home, (home) home and dry Like a homing bird I'll fly As a bird on wings

Whatever happened to The life that we once knew? Always made me feel so free."

Part 2 of the Wonderbeast requests - the first part can be found here.