I know you erased my password. Probably deleted my retinal scan. But if you want to stay ahead of me, Mr. Secretary… you need to keep both eyes open.
— Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) dir. Anthony & Joe Russo
simon suggests a game of truth or dare one night at watford
a/n: @cherryonsimon is the best and still betas these daily even tho i’m running her ragged with another huge project 💜 (go send her some love)
“Hey, Baz.” Snow says one evening, interrupting me from my Elocution homework, “truth or dare?”
“I said,” he repeats slowly, “truth? or dare?”
“We aren’t playing that,” I say dumbly.
“Of course we are,” he says, like it’s not even a question.
Crowley, what’s gotten into him? We never talk to each other in our room if we can help it. It’s almost become an unspoken rule. One Snow is apparently willing to break for the sake of a stupid game.
“Fine,” I snap, “but I go first.”
He leans back on his bed as if to say “go ahead”.
“Truth or dare?” I ask him and he sticks his chin out defiantly.
I wrack my brain, trying to think of something horrible, but all I can come up with is: “I dare you to lick the soap in the shower.”
He rolls his eyes. “Really, Baz?”
I nod and he stands, making his way to the en suite. He returns with a bar of soap in hand, which he makes a big show of licking. It must taste horrible and I catch him grimacing, but he does a fair job of hiding it.
“That was too easy,” he snorts. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” Oh Merlin, this was a mistake.
“Do you fancy anyone?”
I wasn’t expecting that. Truthfully, I thought this game was some sort of trick to get information out of me; but if that were true, why would he need to know something like that?
Unless he’s trying to get me to let my guard down, in which case I need to do something to rattle him back.
“No. No, I don’t fancy anyone.”
He nods like he understands, but doesn’t say anything.
“Truth or dare?” I ask for the second time.
“Dare”, he says again and my smile goes predatory.
“I dare you to kiss me.”
I expect him to curse at me. I expect him to start yelling, to throw open the door to our room and tell everyone what I just said. I even expect him to go off.
The last thing I expect is for him to actually do it.
He takes my face in his hands and I’m so shocked I forget to close my eyes. He keeps his open as well, and we both watch each other lean in. My eyes fall shut at the exact moment our lips meet, and I can’t believe this is happening.
His lips glide over mine, and he’s doing this nice thing with his chin that I like. His hands come up to tangle themselves in my hair and I should be angry at him for messing it up, but it feels good. (So good.)
In the note Brittany left she’d said she didn’t care what we did with the baby, but she really wanted you to keep him. She said he was full werewolf and she wanted him to be raised as one. It’s been about a week and the little boy remains nameless. Derek went out and bought a portable crib just until you figure things out. You hadn’t had time to focus on anything but this baby. The only weird thing about it was that the baby looked like he could be yours and Derek’s. The pack has pointed that out. Multiple times.
“Shh..shh. Come on, buddy.” You stand in the living room at 4 a.m rocking the baby.
Derek comes downstairs, rubbing his eyes. “Still? Here, can I see him?” You nod and hand him over.
You sit on the couch and let out a sigh. “He needs a name.”
“Are we really keeping this random baby?”
“Yes, Derek we’re keeping the random baby.”
“Then we can name him…Henry.”
You groan. “That’s awful. What about Dayton?”
“That’s about the whitest name I’ve ever heard.” Derek chuckles. He’s gotten the baby to be quiet. “What about Max?”
You smile. “I like Max.” You stand and walk over to him. “Hi, Max.” The baby coos and you look up at Derek. “He likes it.”
“You don’t think this will interfere with becoming Isaac’s guardians do you?” Derek asks.
“No..if anything it should help.” You shrug.
“I’m up for good now. There’s no use going back to sleep.” Derek groans as he sits on the couch.
“I’ll make a pot of coffee.”
Scott and Stiles decided to come over to hang out for awhile, so you were all sat in the living room.
Derek was laying across the couch and you were in a recliner, you both were having trouble keeping your eyes open.
“Derek are you asleep?” Stiles laughs.
“I have a right. I’ve been up with Max all day long. All. Day.“
“Me too.” You yawn and get up, Max whining from his crib. You grab the bottle off the table and cradle Max. You sit back down and feed him, rocking in the recliner.
“How does it feel to be parents?” Scott asks.
“Not at all what I expected, because for one thing..I thought I’d be married and I’d be feeding my own baby now. Just know that life never works out as planned.” You shook your head.
“Trust me. He knows.” Stiles laughs.
“It feels kinda weird..I mean, Y/N and I went on one date and now we’re adopting one kid and becoming legal guardians of another.” Derek yawns.
“It’s different for you guys though.” Scott smiles. “You’re pack parents, that means you’re drawn together, it means your soulmates.”
“What do you know about soulmates, Scott?” Derek laughs and you smile.
Scott pouts and crosses his arms, “Enough.”
You smile wider. “Sure.”
“But really..I did a lot of reading on it…pack parents usually are an older couple, people who’ve been married a long time…not people who just met. That’s got to mean something.”
“Yeah, it means we make a good team.” You shrug. “Anyway..Stiles how are you? How are you handling everything?” You look at him.
“I’ve gotten way better at lacrosse, so…” He smirks. “Honestly, I never wanted to be a werewolf..I thought I’d never be able to handle it. I’m having a hard time controlling my changes but Derek’s been helping me.”
You look over at Derek and smile.
“He’s doing well..really well.” Derek nods.
"I’m glad you two have bonded.” You sit up, sitting Max’s bottle down so you can change his diaper. He peed, you can tell.
“You’re a natural.” Derek flicks his eyes over to you.
“You know..it’s kinda strange. I feel like this is my baby already. I’m not really sure how to describe it because I know I sound absolutely insane, but this is my little boy. He’s supposed to be with me.” You grab a diaper from beside his crib.
“I feel the same way. I get it.” Derek sits up.
“Aww. You guys have a baby together.” Stiles remarks.
Derek rolls his eyes. “Kind of..but don’t be annoying about it.”
Isaac slams the door as he walks in, making Max shriek. “Come on, Isaac!” Derek groans, getting up and walking over to you. He takes his from you, relieving you from your turn.
“Sorry.” He winces at the shrill sound. He walks over and looks over Derek’s shoulder. “He looks a lot like you. Are you sure he’s not yours?”
“Ha. Ha. Yeah, I got a fourteen year old pregnant.” He turns and gives Isaac a look, rocking with Max.
You watch adoringly as he talks to Isaac. He was your soulmate. Scott was right, neither of you wanted to agree with him though.
It’s been about a month since you got Max. Adoption paperwork has been started and you’ve gotten legal guardianship of Isaac. If you were being honest it was way easier than you expected.
“Quit fighting! You’re irritating the baby! You shouted into the dining room. Liam and Mason were having a heated argument about something they read at school. Everyone else voiced their opinions on whose side they were on…loudly.
Liam and Mason continuing shouting. You settled Max into the rocker you and Derek purchased a couple weeks ago. You storm into the dining room and slam your hand down on the table. "Stop. Now. If I have to tell you again you’re all getting kicked out of my house. Every single one of you.” You spot Isaac smirk. “Don’t think I won’t kick you out too, bud.” You give a once over of the silent room. “Thank you.”
“You’ve gotten a lot scarier since Max.” Mason said quietly.
You leaned over in front of him. “Good. Maybe you won’t yell in my house if you think I’m scary. If any of you want dinner I’m ordering Chinese.” You spin on your heel and walk back to the kitchen.
You spot Derek walking in, closing his umbrella and taking his jacket off. “I like this whole newfound aggression. It’s makes you even more attractive.” Derek smiles.
“Shut up.” You laugh. “Now that I have an actual baby, I’m not too keen on the teenagers acting like toddlers.”
“We heard that!” Jackson shouts.
“Good! You were meant to.” You smile at them over your shoulder.
You call and order the food before feeding Max. “How’s the loft?” You ask Derek. He goes back occasionally and checks up on things. Scott said he goes to see his uncle Peter. You’ve never met him and you’re unsure if you want to.
“Fine. The same.” He grabs a beer from the fridge and sits beside you on the couch.
You nudge him away when he sits. “Don’t drink beer by my baby.” You laugh.
“He’s my baby too. Do you think he’ll get sick from secondhand alcohol?” He laughs along with you. “You’re a dork, Y/N.”
Stiles and Scott come running through the living room, jumping over the couch and going upstairs.
Derek looks at you, “Do I want to know?” You groan and shake your head.
“They’re having a werewolf race. I don’t know what it means but the boys are doing it so apparently I’m timing.” Lydia pokes her head between you and Derek.
“Wow. And you called me a dork.” You smirk at Derek.
“It runs in the pack.” He laughs.
You smack his arm and laugh.
“Just get married already.” Malia stretches out on the couch beside you.
“Yep. That makes logical sense.” You push her legs off of your lap.
“It does. Plus, if you get married we can be cousins.”
“I look forward to that then. Derek, please propose right now, I cannot possibly wait any longer to have Malia in my family tree.”
“Oh, of course.” He gets down on one knee, showing you his beer bottle cap. You both laugh, Malia giving you both a death glare.
Scott and Stiles jump down the stairs.
“Please be careful. I know you both heal, but I still don’t want any bones broken.”
“Scott won!” Lydia shouts.
“Alpha in the house!” Scott bangs on his chest and Stiles rolls his eyes.
“It’s not fair. You have two years experience on me.”
“Aww. Is the wittle baby sad?” Scott fakes pout and squeezes Stiles’ cheek. Stiles swats his hand away and rolls his eyes.
“You’re all equal in my eyes.” You tease.
The doorbell rings and Mason answers it. Everyone throws money in and he brings the food in, sitting it on the table. “You guys better share! Leave some for me!”
Derek gets up and follows them to the kitchen. “I’ll make you a plate.” You thank him and take Max upstairs. You put him in the crib and grab the baby monitor, bringing it with you.
“Hey, I forgot to tell you that I invited someone over. We were best friends in high school and he just moved back to town. I ran into him when I was out grabbing diapers.” Derek sits beside you with your plate.
“That’s fine.” You smile. “What time?”
Derek glances at the clock. “Anytime now.” Just then you heard a knock at the door. Derek got up and went to answer it.
You were conversing with the pack when he walked in. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny it. You had no idea what was in the water with these Beacon Hills guys but you didn’t mind.
“AJ, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is AJ Harding.”
You stand and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” You smile and he nods.
Derek goes around the table and introduces him before they both sit down.
Lydia leans over and whispers. “He’s cute. If it wasn’t for Derek..” She raises an eyebrow at you.
“Lydia!” You scold, you can’t help but laugh though.
“I’m just saying..if I were five years older I’d be all over it.” She shrugs.
“So, Derek..is she your girlfriend?” You hear him lean over and whisper. “She’s hot, so good for you.”
Derek chuckles. “No she’s not, we just have a baby together.”
“Oh so you hit that? Again, good for you.”
“No..we’re adopting. It’s a long story but we’ve neither dated or had sex.”
“So she’s available?” You feel his eyes on you.
“N-no..I mean, yeah she’s available. She’s not dating anyone.”
You thought that Derek for sure felt the same way about you that you did for him. You were wrong. You decided to milk this whole situation with AJ. That’ll show him. AJ must not know you’re a werewolf and you’ll definitely use that to your advantage.
Character / Genre: Min Yoongi x oc (Yoongi’s POV) | Lucid Dream!au, fluff, smut
a/n: This is my first time writing a scenario and it kinda went a different direction from how I first imagined it. Forgive me for any mistakes (I’ll try to edit this later), but I do hope everyone likes it.
“Yoongi….” You whispered into his ears. With your sweet voice and your slow movements next to him, he is finally starting to open his eyes. It takes him awhile to adjust to the bright sunlight entering the room, before he looks into your eyes with his deep stare.
“Good morning, baby… ” You whispered to him, smiling and moving closer into his body.
He sighs, placing one of his arms under his pillow. He raises the other arm and caresses your chin, while rubbing his thumb softly to your lips. “hmmmm….morning,” said Yoongi with his dry sleepy voice.
He leans down closer to kiss your top lips. You start kissing him back with a smile on your face, both palms onto his chest. As the kisses gets deeper he swiftly moves his body so he is on top of you and between both your thighs.
He starts kissing down your cheek, to your chin and trails down kisses to your neck. “Yoongi…” You breathed his name over and over as you feel your body heat rising and every inch of you shudders beneath him. He closes his eyes as your fingers start ruffling his messy hair.
And by the time Yoongi opens his eyes, he is awaken on his bed. Alone. Wondering who you are and why you keep coming back into his dreams.
Buck Buck got attacked by a Cooper’s hawk. He fought it until I chased it off.
He’s not bleeding badly, only a tiny bit from his head but it doesn’t look serious.
I’m more concerned about his one eye. It’s not bleeding but it looks slightly sunken in? I’m not sure. It looks better already but I don’t know if I’m just seeing things.
He’s keeping both of his eyes closed, but I saw the normal one open for a few seconds to look at me. It seemed okay.
He’s barely talking and walked around a little bit. I have him sitting in a box with a towel wrapped around him. I’m going to give him water with vitamins soon. He’ll be staying inside.
He appears to be breathing normally. He’s just far too quiet. I think he’s just in shock? But any suggestions would be most appreciated.
Edit, 5:24: If his eye changes I’ll try to get him to a vet. Warmth. Fluids (with electrolytes). Quiet. I’m on it. Thank you.
Edit 2, 5:54: Have him under a heat lamp now. Want to give him some undisturbed time before trying to give him water. I can see his eye twitching around when I talk to him. Breathing seems okay. A little noisy sometimes but he’s always been like that.
Edit 3, 6:21: Checked his bad eye. It’s colored normally but has one large “bubble” inside of it with a few tiny ones. Anyone know what this is?
Edit 4, 6:28: He’s trying to sun himself under the heat lamp. Buck Buck pls
Edit 5, 8:55: Drove an hour to get to the vet. Waiting to be seen now. His condition has not changed.
Notes: sup here’s my trashy ass back with another smut (this time noah hanifinE) i literally hate myself smut is so annoying but enjoy love you all!! also there may be a part two to this jsyk (bc guess who didn’t put a condom on….) but also sorry its so short and bad i didnt rly have a lot of motivation for it bc i lowkey hate writing smut and will probably be stopping after these requests are done
Mentions: Jack Eichel
Warnings: SMUT gang,
Requested By Anonymous: Hello could you write a Noah Hanifin smut pls :)
I have the biggest soft spot for these two! Something about two magical, nerdy, sweet and selfless people coming together in a way that compliments the other just makes me happy! I’m so over the Knight/Princess trope! Crown Princess/ Royal Wizard is my new Fave! Mateo better keep both eyes open, something tells me Elena is FULL of spontaneous surprises!
Has Mulder ever fallen asleep with scully's breast in his mouth?
Sorry for the late reply. You know I feel like this would be difficult because I’m personally a restless sleeper, also Mulder talks in his sleep… but. Maybe. If he were dead tired? Rated R.
Oh, hello, he thinks, in sleepy surprise, when her hands begin tugging him into her room by his belt. He’s happy in that way he’s always happy when sex is in his future, but he’s also one flat surface away from losing consciousness. When she stands on the tips of her toes to kiss his jaw, the corner of his mouth, he suddenly doesn’t have the heart to tell her he just came over to cuddle.
She gets his hulking weight on the bed just in time, before his forward slouching takes them both out. His eyes close and he bites back a yawn when she starts to strip him like a candy bar. Her fingers tickle his sides when she pulls the undershirt over his head, and he actually chuckles in a crazy sort of way. She pulls back to raise her eyebrow and he shrugs. Okay.
When she whisks away her own clothes, he’s able to summon up more interest. Hey, Scully’s taking off her shirt. Cool. Hey, Scully spent the whole day running around in thong panties. Wonderful. She peels them off, wiggling her hips in a way that will reappear in his dreams. Like an eager tigress, moments before pouncing…
“Mulder? Are you okay?” His eyes snap open, and she’s frowning, concerned. She smooths her small hand through his hair, and he leans into it. “We can just go to bed.”
That thought is both heavenly and unbearable. He can’t keep his eyes open. A heaviness fills his limbs with the weight of another mystery unexplained, and the dust of three long days spent trekking miserably through Arizona sun and sand and desert barren methscapes. That he even wants sleep, actively seeks it out now is a victory in itself. A testament to the work in progress that is Fox Mulder. But… Scully’s naked…
“Hmm,” he says intelligently, and though his joints protest mightily he pulls her in the bed beside him and curls his body around her until they’re tightly packed. She hums with pleasure when he works up the energy to lick a lazy path down her throat. He bums himself out at the realization his taste buds are weak. But he continues, closing his eyes when her fingers again tangle in his hair and pull him to exactly where she wants him.
The cool motel sheets rub against his bare legs when his mouth finds her nipple, and her breasts are softer than anything. He nuzzles his nose into her skin and breathes in, letting the flat of his tongue press against her for a teasing moment. He takes his tongue back into his mouth and kisses the tip of her nipple, trails over to her other breast, and latches on with a soft suck.
Her hands massage his scalp, and her voice hangs on in her nighttime lull, raspy, low, spoken for the guts and not the ear… it fills him, she strokes the hair at the base of his neck, he moans into her flesh and thinks about how long it took them to get here, to a place where he can knock on her door and be invited into her body. Her voice floats away with his thoughts, about her, about how a problem unsolved isn’t so bad when you’re rewarded anyway…
She understands he’s fallen asleep when his muscles slacken and his breathing goes deep and even. The need that consumed her when she saw him in her doorway, sexily rumpled with his loose tie and messy hair, dims somewhat with the affection that floods her and her own exhaustion. She pulls his mouth away from her chest very gently, arranging him so that her arm wraps around him in a half hug, and he sleeps nestled underneath it with his cheek pressed to her sternum.
Summary: You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)
There needs to be a fic or a scene where Alex runs Maggie through some DEO training after Maggie and Alex playfully argue who's more bad ass. Local cop vs Feds. Oldest rivalry in the book. Shooting range. Hand to hand training. Winner take all and super friends betting on who's gonna win type scene. Just saying.
“All us feds are all the same, huh?” Alex pants, raising her hands for another go with her girlfriend in one of the DEO’s sparring rooms, having just tugged Maggie to her feet for the second time in a row.
Maggie backhands sweat off her forehead and grins.
“Let you win at pool, let you win at sparring,” she retorts, and she lunges, landing Alex flat on her stomach with her arm locked behind her back.
“Damn Sawyer!” a shout makes them both jump, keeps them both from bringing their lips together, keeps them both from turning one form of working out into… quite another.
“Schott, I locked this door!” Alex shouts, pushing off the ground as Maggie tries to hide a smirk.
“And Superman called me the resident DEO genius!” Winn beams, bouncing on the balls of his feet, utterly unterrified of the sister that usually makes him cower after watching her get her ass handed to her by her girlfriend.
“You’re never gonna let that go, are you, Winn?” Maggie asks, grabbing a towel for herself and tossing another to Alex.
“You know what I’m never gonna let go?” Alex turns to Maggie, ignoring Winn’s wide, grinning eyes and the way he’s motioning Kara and James into the room. “The fact that you said you’ve been letting me win, Sawyer.”
“You should make a real competition of it,” James pipes up, and Alex and Maggie raise their eyebrows.
“Lap dance!” they call at the same time.
“You’ve gotta ask for something else at some point, Maggie, you know I’m not giving you a flash grenade.”
“You giving up already, Danvers?” Maggie winks, and Alex splutters, because suddenly all she can think of is the lap dance she just asked for.
Maggie smirks and licks her lips. “James, Kara. Take me to the shooting range. Danvers, come on, I’m gonna get me that flash grenade.”
Alex pffts but shoves past James and her sister to lead the way.
“My money’s on my sister,” Kara murmurs.
“Of course it is,” James grins. “But I’ve been working out with Maggie almost every day, and she uh… she’s got a chip on her shoulder, and she’s a lot stronger than she looks.”
“But Alex is scarier,” Winn shudders, and James and Kara clap him sympathetically on the shoulders.
“You know we can both hear you, right?”
“You know I’ll show you who’s scarier, right Winn?” Maggie tosses over her shoulder, her voice honey smooth.
“Scared, babe?” Maggie flirts as she and Alex slap on their goggles, their noise-cancelling headphones, in the shooting range.
“You wish,” Alex grins with a heady glare.
Each bullet out of Alex’s glock forms exactly one hole in her target.
Maggie’s does the same, and James whoops in support.
Alex turns to glare at him, and he straightens his face and closes his mouth.
“Aw, is the big bad Guardian afraid of my sister?” Kara teases, and James crosses his arms across his chest as Winn laughs behind his hand.
“No! She’s Alex, she’s…” The three of them watch as Alex lays down fire at a series of moving targets, a gun in each hand. Head shots and knee cap shots, all.
“Yeah, she’s terrifying,” he sighs, and Kara straightens up proudly.
“Don’t underestimate how badly I want that flash grenade,” Maggie calls through the communicator in her protective ear wear, and she reminds herself to keep both eyes open at the last second.
Head shots and knee cap shots, all.
“Not bad for a local cop, huh Danvers?” she smirks, straightening up.
She frowns when Alex doesn’t respond. She puts down her guns and heads to Alex’s side of the partition. “Babe?”
“Can we finish this later? I um… you’re hot with two guns in your hand. All that local cop skill and shooting pizzazz and… all the…”
“Danvers, are you giving up so you can take me home and have your way with me?”
“It counts as a forfeit, I win!” James cheers, and Kara groans and adjusts her glasses furiously as Winn slams cash into James’s open hand.
“Thanks a lot, Danvers,” he grins, and Alex takes Maggie’s hands into her own and leads her out of the shooting range without sparing a glance for anyone else.
“Forfeit or not – and we can debate that – I definitely win,” she murmurs into Maggie’s smiling lips once they’re out in the hallway.
They’re so occupied with each other that they don’t notice J’onn stepping into the hall; don’t notice
James, Kara, and Winn notice him noticing Alex and Maggie’s making out, pointing and laughing hysterically at his poor papa bear face; don’t notice J’onn turning and retreating back around the other way before his Earth daughter finally realize he’s there.
“Good god, the children are loose,” he mutters as he retreats down an alternate route to the shooting range, his eyes glistening with happiness and pride despite himself.
How we see god is a direct reflection of how we see ourselves. If god brings to mind mostly fear & blame, it means there is too much fear & blame welled inside us. If we see god as full of love & compassion, so are we.
The path to the truth is a labour of the heart, not of the head. Make your heart your primary guide! Not your mind. Meet challenge & ultimately prevail over your nafs (self, psyche, soul) with your heart. Knowing your ego will lead you to the knowledge of god.
You can study god through everything & everyone in the universe, because god is not confined in a mosque, synagogue, or church. But if you are still in need of knowing where exactly his abode is, there is only one place to look for him: in the heart of a true lover.
Intellect & love are made of different materials. Intellect ties people in knots & risks nothing, but love dissolves all tangles & risks everything. Intellect is always cautious & advises, “beware too much ecstasy”, whereas love says, “oh, never mind, take the plunge!” Intellect does not easily break down, whereas love can effortlessly reduce itself to rubble. But treasures are hidden among ruins. A broken heart hides treasures.
Most problems of the world stem from linguistic mistakes & simple misunderstanding. Don’t ever take words at face value. When you step into the zone of love, language, as well know it becomes obsolete. That which cannot be put into words can only be grasped through silence.
Loneliness & solitude are two different things. When you are lonely, it is easy to delude yourself into believing that you are on the right path. Solitude is better for us, as it means being alone without feeling lonely. But eventually it is best to find a person who will be your mirror. Remember only in another person’s heart can you truly see yourself & the presence of god within you.
Whatever happens in your life, no matter how troubling things might seem, do not enter the neighbourhood of despair. Even when all doors remain closed, god will open up a new path only for you. Be thankful! It easy to be thankful when all is well. A sufi is thankful for what he has been given but also for all that has been denied.
Patience does not mean to passively endure. It means to look at the end of a process. What does patience mean? It means to look at the thorn & see the rose, to look at the night & see the dawn. Impatience means to be short-sighted as to not be able to see the outcome. The lovers of god never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.
East, west, south, or north makes little difference. No matter what your destination, just be sure to make every journey a journey within. If you travel within, you’ll travel the whole wide world & beyond.
The midwife knows that when there is no pain, the way for the baby cannot be opened & the mother cannot give birth. Likewise, for a new self to be born, hardship is necessary. Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, love can only be perfected in pain.
The quest for love changes us. There is no seeker among those who search for love who has not matured on the way. The moment you start looking for love, you start to change within & without.
There are more fake gurus & false teachers in this world than the number of stars in the visible universe. Don’t confuse power-driven, self-centred people with true mentors. A genuine spiritual master will not direct your attention to himself or herself & will not expect absolute obedience or utter admiration from you, but instead will help you to appreciate & admire your inner self. True mentors are as transparent as glass. They let the light of god pass through them.
Try not to resist the changes which come your way. Instead let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?
God is busy with the completion of your work, both outwardly & inwardly. He is fully occupied with you. Every human being is a work in progress that is slowly but inexorably moving toward perfection. We are each an unfinished work of art both waiting & striving to be completed. God deals with each of us separately because humanity is fine art of skilled penmanship where every single dot is equally important for the entire picture.
It’s easy to love a perfect god, unblemished & infallible that he is. What is far more difficult is to love fellow human beings with all their imperfections & defects. Remember, one can only know what one is capable of loving. There is no wisdom without love. Unless we learn to love God’s creation, we can neither truly love nor truly know God.
Real filth is the one inside. The rest simply washes off. There is only one type of dirt that cannot be cleansed with pure waters, & that is the stain of hatred & bigotry contaminating the soul. You can purify your body through abstinence & fasting, but only love will purify your heart.
The whole universe is contained within a single human being - you. Everything that you see around you, including the things that you might not be fond of & even the people you despise or abhor, is present within you in varying degrees. Therefore, do not look for Sheitan outside yourself either. The devil is not an extraordinary force that attacks from without. It is an ordinary voice within. If you set to know yourself fully, facing with honesty & hardness.
If you want to change the ways others treat you, you should first change the way you treat yourself. Unless you learn to love yourself, fully & sincerely, there is no way you can be loved. Once you achieve that stage, however, be thankful for every thorn that others might throw at you. It is a sign that you will soon be showered in roses.
Fret not where the road will take you. Instead concentrate on the first step. That is the hardest part & that is what you are responsible for. Once you take that step let everything do what it naturally does & the rest will follow. Don’t go with the flow. Be the flow.
We were all created in his image, & yet we were each created different & unique. No two people are alike. No hearts beat to the same rhythm. If god had wanted everyone to be the same, he would have made it so. Therefore, disrespecting differences & imposing your thoughts on others is an amount to disrespecting god’s holy scheme.
When a true lover of God goes into a tavern, the tavern becomes his chamber of prayer, but when a winebibber goes into the same chamber, it becomes his tavern. In everything we do, it is our hearts that make the difference, not our outer appearance. Sufis do not judge other people on how they look or who they are. When a Sufi stares at someone, he keeps both eyes closed instead opens a third eye – the eye that sees the inner realm.
Life is a temporary loan & this world is nothing but a sketchy imitation of reality. Only children would mistake a toy for the real thing. And yet human beings either become infatuated with the toy or disrespectfully break it & throw it aside. In this life stay away from all kinds of extremities, for they will destroy your inner balance. Sufis do not go to extremes. A Sufi always remains mild & moderate.
The human being has a unique place among God’s creation. “I breathed into him of my spirit,” god says. Each & every one of us without exception is designed to be God’s delegate on earth. Ask yourself, just how often do you behave like a delegate, if you ever do so? Remember, it falls upon each of us to discover the divine spirit inside & live by it.
Hell is in the here & now. So is heaven. Quit worrying about hell or dreaming about heaven, as they are both present inside this very moment. Every time we fall in love, we ascend to heaven. Every time we hate, envy, or fight someone we tumble straight into the fires of hell.
Each & every reader comprehends the holy Qur’an on a different level of tandem with the depth of his understanding. There are four levels of insight. The first level is the outer meaning & it is the one that the majority of the people are content with. Next is the Batin – the inner level. Third, there is the inner of the inner. And the fourth level is so deep it cannot be put into words & is therefore bound to remain indescribable.
The universe is one being. Everything & everyone is interconnected through an invisible web of stories. Whether we are aware of it or not, we are all in a silent conversation. Do no harm. Practice compassion. And do not gossip behind anyone’s back - not even a seemingly innocent remark! The words that come out of our mouths do not vanish but are perpetually stored in infinite space & they will come back to us in due time. One man’s pain will hurt us all. One man’s joy will make everyone smile.
Whatever you speak, good or evil, will somehow come back to you. Therefore, if there is someone who harbours ill thoughts about you, saying similarly bad things about him will only make matters worse. You will be locked in a vicious circle of malevolent energy. Instead for forty days & nights say & think nice things about that person. Everything will be different at the end of 40 days, because you will be different inside.
The past is an interpretation. The future is an illusion. The world does not move through time as if it were a straight line, proceeding from the past to the future. Instead time moves through & within us, in endless spirals. Eternity does not mean infinite time, but simply timelessness. If you want to experience eternal illumination, put the past & the future out of your mind & remain within the present moment.
Destiny doesn’t mean that your life has been strictly predetermined. Therefore, to live everything to the fate & to not actively contribute to the music of the universe is a sign of sheer ignorance. The music of the universe is all pervading & it is composed on 40 different levels. Your destiny is the level where you play your tune. You might not change your instrument but how well to play is entirely in your hands.
The true Sufi is such that even when he is unjustly accused, attacked, & condemned from all sides, he patiently endures, uttering not a single bad word about any of his critics. A Sufi never apportions blame. How can there be opponents or rivals or even “others” when there is no “self” in the first place? How can there be anyone to blame when there is only one?
If you want to strengthen your faith, you will need to soften inside. For your faith to be rock solid, your heart needs to be as soft as a feather. Through an illness, accident, loss, or fright, one way or another, we are all faced with incidents that teach us how to become less selfish & judgemental, & more compassionate & generous. Yet some of us learn the lesson & manage to become milder, while some others end up becoming even harsher than before.
Nothing should stand between you & god. No imams, priests, rabbis or any other custodians of moral or religious leadership. Not spiritual masters & not even your faith. Believe in your values & your rules, but never lord them over others. If you keep breaking other people’s hearts, whatever religious duty you perform is no good. Stay away from all sorts of idolatry, for they will blur your vision. Let god & only god be your guide. Learn the truth, my friend, but be careful not to make a fetish out of your truths.
While everyone in this world strives to get somewhere & become someone, only to leave it all behind after death, you aim for the supreme stage of nothingness. Live this life as light & empty as the number zero. We are no different from a pot. It is not the decorations outside but the emptiness inside that holds us straight. Just like that, it is not what we aspire to achieve but the consciousness of nothingness that keeps us going.
Submission does not mean being weak or passive. It leads to neither fatalism nor capitulation. Just the opposite. True power resides in submission to a power that comes within. Those who submit to the divine essence of life will live in unperturbed tranquillity & peace even the whole wide world goes through turbulence after turbulence.
In this world, it is not similarities or regularities that take us a step forward, but blunt opposites. And all the opposites in the universe are present within each & every one of us. Therefore the believer needs to meet the unbeliever residing within. And the non-believer should get to know the silent faithful in him. Until the day one reaches the stage of Insan-I Kamil, the perfect human being, faith is a gradual process & one that necessitates its seeming opposite: disbelief.
This world is erected upon the principle of reciprocity. Neither a drop of kindness nor a speck of evil will remain unreciprocated. For not the plots, deceptions, or tricks of other people. If somebody is setting a trap, remember, so is god. He is the biggest plotter. Not even a leaf stirs outside god’s knowledge. Simply & fully believe in that. Whatever god does, he does it beautifully.
God is a meticulous clock maker. So precise is his order that everything on earth happens in its own time. Neither a minute late nor a minute early. And for everyone without exception, the clock works accurately. For each there is a time to love & a time to die.
It is never too late to ask yourself, “Am I ready to change the life I am living? Am I ready to change within?” Even if a single day in your life is the same as the day before, it surely is a pity. At every moment & with each new breath, one should be renewed & renewed again. There is only one-way to be born into a new life: to die before death.
While the part change, the whole always remains the same. For every thief who departs this world, a new one is born. And every decent person who passes away is replaced by a new one. In this way not only does nothing remain the same but also nothing ever really changes. For every Sufi who dies, another is born somewhere.
A life without love is of no account. Don’t ask yourself what kind of love you should seek, spiritual or material, divine or mundane, Eastern or Western. Divisions only lead to more divisions. Love has no labels, no definitions. It is what it is, pure & simple. Love is the water of life. And a lover is a soul of fire! The universe turns differently when fire loves water.
A/N: WWWWHHHAAAA!?!?! I have actually uploaded an imagine!? I have had this written for a long time now and I just never finished it, but I have now so I hope you guys like it!I’m combining two different requests from anons: “Seth Rollins smut where you broke 2 of your ribs in a match but it’s slowly healing.. But he’s really scared during sex incase he hurts you.. Please make it long and fluffy :( Pllllllease and thank you” and “Reader friends Charlotte and Dana stab her in the back in the ring (she didn’t knew about the change in the storyline) after that her whole body hurts and she feels horrible so she hide in one of the many empty rooms in the stadium and start crying, Seth hear her and try to give her comfort and somehow convince her to let him check if there anything broken in her body, Seth is so skilled with his words and hands that everything turn in smut”
The chair shot came from nowhere. It hit your skin so hard that it echoed throughout the arena, a sickening sound that made the people in the front row wince. You fell to your knees, dazed and in pain, gasping for air. Another hit and your body dropped to the mat. You could hear Charlotte yelling about how she was so superior to you, Dana laughing. Then you felt Dana kick you in the ribs, making you roll out of the ring. She picked you up and flung you into the steps. You felt something crack. Tears flooded your eyes and you dropped to the ground in a crumpled heap.
This wasn’t how it was suppose to happen. It was suppose to be a slap from Charlotte that would end your on screen alliance, not…this. You saw their boots turn and leave, Charlotte ‘woo’ing as she went. Their music blasted through the arena and trainers rushed to you. “Are you alright y/n?” You couldn’t answer so they helped you up the ramp, your arms slung over their shoulders. The moment you got back stage you shook them off, saying that you just needed ice and that was it. They did everything they could but you refused any help, too hurt emotionally and in too much pain to think clearly. Reluctantly, they handed you ice packs and let you walk away.
“Hey y/n!” It was her. You felt anger wash over you as you turned on Charlotte, your best friend. Before she could even get any words out, you completely exploded.
“What the fuck was that!? Why the fuck did you not tell me there was a change!? What kind of fucking stupid ass idea is that!?” She looked like you just slapped her, and you took so much satisfaction in that. “You know what, go fuck yourself Charlotte!” With that you turned and stomped off. She didn’t try to stop you, just mumbled something angrily under her breath. You had absolutely no idea why you refused medical attention or even where you were going. The sound of the crowd died away and you suddenly felt so alone, so isolated. Tears were falling from your eyes, completely obscuring your vision, so you opened the nearest door and locked yourself inside.
Lance sneezed. Once, twice, and three times. Although he was hidden in the blankets of his bed, he had no doubt that he had to get up and train with the rest of the paladins. They were counting on him, he thought to himself, his heavy thoughts aching in his brain.
“Lance? Come on, we have training. Lance?” Keith entered his room as he stood up, trying his best to avoid looking sick. Luckily for him, Keith didn’t notice as he frowned at Lance for sleeping in. “Stop trying to blow off training and get your butt out of bed.” Keith crosses his arms as he leaves the room with a frown.
Lance only sighed, which upset the sinuses beginning to pound right behind his nose, and drudged into his armor, his body aching.
“I’m dying.” Are the first two words muttered to Pidge, Hunk, and Coran as he sits down at the table, Hunk handing him a small bowl of food. Pidge rolls their eyes, Hunk sighs, and Coran looks slightly alarmed.
“What the quiznak do you mean?!” He yells, which only makes Lance’s mild headache get worse as he doesn’t touch his food.
“That’s a human expression for over reacting.” Pidge says between bites of food. Unluckily for the team, but lucky for Lance, they didn’t seem to notice the paleness of his skin, the flush of his cheeks, or the slightly slick sheen of sweat on his face as he gets up, walking into the training room.
Keith was already in a battle between himself, the training simulator, and Shiro, where they were tag teaming the simulation. “C'mon, Lance! Jump into the battle!” Keith yells as he sees Lance enter.
Lance nods weakly, grabbing his bayard, shooting at the sim as Keith, Shiro, and him stand next to each other. Lance’s vision swims with dots, making it harder for him to aim, which Shiro and Keith both notice quickly.
“Keep your eyes open, lazy.” Keith says, and Lance tries to blink away the dots, but God, Dios mio, they were getting worse and worse. He felt like at any moment he was going to collapse into a pile on the floor. And sure enough, less than five seconds later, he does, landing with a thud.
“End simulation!” Shiro shouts as Keith races over to Lance, lifting his head to lay in Keith’s lap. “Lance?!” Keith starts to freak out, seeing the light flush on Lance’s skin, feeling the fever practically exploding off of him in waves.
“K-Keith…?” Lance mumbles weakly, opening his eyes slightly. “I… I’m s-sorry…” Keith’s eyes widen as he shushes Lance, running his hand though his hair to try and calm him. “Shh… It’s alright. I shouldn’t have worked you like that….” Keith mumbles, feeling terrible for not noticing that his fellow paladin was sick.
Pidge and Hunk, followed by Allura and Coran, rush in, the first two looking sad and guilty. “He said he felt bad… I didn’t know it was like this…” Pidge mumbles as they gather around the fallen boy. “Hey guys…. He’s cradling me in… his arms.” Lance says with a soft chuckle before closing his eyes, grimacing slightly.
Hey y’all, this is a comfort fic, I was in desperate need of it. I kinda took the cowards way out in terms of choosing a character to write, but I’m trying something new… In the interactive box, write a male’s name that you would like to be paired with… and if the box doesn’t work, H/N stands for “His Name” then there’s the usual YN for you… (that’s not interactive, I apologise.) This is just fluff and comfort Here goes
H/N groaned as the bed jostled, he felt the sudden emptiness next to him and heard the light pat of feet against the floorboards as YN disappeared out of the bedroom and into the ensuite. The tired partner fell back asleep, waking five minutes later to notice YN was still gone, the slight illumination from a phone coming from the crack in the door to the bathroom. H/N rolled over and rubbed at his eyes, kicking back the covers and standing from the comfy, warm, bed. He padded over to the door and tapped twice, pushing it open when YN gave a faint hum. “You okay?” H/N croaked, his voice still thick from sleep. Looking down at YN, she was sat on the toilet, phone in hand, sudoku open on the screen, her other arm wrapped around her middle. “Yeah,” YN answered, halfheartedly. “What’s up?” H/N asked, crouching and circling his fingers around her calf, tentatively, remembering how she’d pushed his arm off her and rolled to the fair side of the bed, earlier that night. “I don’t know, I just woke up and didn’t feel good.” She sighed, meeting his concerned gaze. Her mouth was turned down and her eyes reflected her tone; defeated. “Do you want me to get you anything?” He asked, rubbing lightly up and down the back of her leg. “A stomach that doesn’t hate me?” She asked, shaking her head for a real answer. He murmured an okay and kissed her hair before he left. She gave him a weak smile as he closed the door, mouthing a thanks. She sat there, concentrating on the pattern and the numbers on the phone’s screen, forgetting about her stomach pain until, finally, she was able to move without her body protesting. She finished the third game, and balanced the phone on the sink’s edge, staring at her toes as her brain receptors sent message after message to wiggle. Her feet were numb from sitting for so long. She closed her eyes, resting them for just a moment before cleaning herself up, then pushing up onto the useless limbs, balancing. She leaned against the sink and washed her hands, picking up her phone and turning quickly, praying she could make it back to bed before her feet began to tingle painfully from new blood flow. She climbed into bed and repositioned the pillows, packing them against the headboard and propping herself into a half sitting position. Her stomach was already threatening to start doing weird flips and knots, would she never find peace tonight? YN frowned and huffed, unlocking her phone, she started another game, grinding her forefinger back and forth over her sternum as she began to concentrate, again, on fitting the numbers into the boxes. “Still no good?” H/N muttered, rolling over to face her, propping himself up onto his elbow. She shook her head and kept going with the game. He watched her for a while before stilling the hand on her chest, moving it so he could start rubbing firm, broad, circles into her chest. She let out a deep breath, relaxing under his fist. For a second, he experienced an out of body thought; how weird it was that he was rubbing his knuckles, hard, into her chest and this seemed to relax her. He quickly discarded the thought and watched the game, she was quite good at it, finishing one game in five minutes before starting another. After three games, they were both struggling to keep their eyes open. She locked her phone and put it down, H/N withdrew his hand and folded his pillow under his head, watching as she slowly and carefully sunk further down the bed, finally horizontal. He could hear the faint noise of the sheets moving, he could feel the slightest tug of the material against his boxers. He reached across the bed toward her. “H/N,” She groaned, telling him she wasn’t well enough to cuddle, but he continued, he knew her well enough not to attempt to smother her, but he did want to feel her, fall asleep to the touch of her warm skin. He found her hand smoothing circles on her belly and took it in his, squeezing gently. Even in the dark, he knew she was trying to smile at him, her hand slipped from his, back to grind against her sternum as he gently pressed the heel of his palm into her stomach, drawing a large circle, moving in a clockwise direction.
What were once odd quirks to H/N, were now routine. If YN had a stomach ache, she’d lie on her left side or rub clockwise circles into her belly. If she was trying to take her mind off anything, she’d play sudoku, and if that wasn’t quite working, she’d press against her sternum. If she had a sore throat she’d sip hot lemon and honey, and if it progressed, she’d start on the vitamins before ever seeing a doctor. H/N once teased YN for all these different remedies, but now he could see just how much they worked for her… and somewhere along the way, they started working for him. Maybe not in the way they were intended, but they brought him comfort. Her slow and even breathing told him that she was finally asleep, her body had given into the night and let her drift off peacefully. “I love you.” He breathed into the dark room, retracting his hand from her abdomen, knowing if he were to fall asleep, the dead weight of his hand would wake her up in the night, and the last thing he wanted was to do that. He had faced her wrath of a morning once before, and he’d sworn never again. As much as he loved her, a tired, ill and angry YN was worse than a hundred hellhounds.