Daisy

₊˚๑﹒Daisy﹒✨₊˚੭ • she/her • if I was a Bird, I'd know who I'd shit on.

[dumdumdaisy]

They mistook my kindness for weakness, I fucked up i know but Jesus can't a girl just do the best she can?

𐙚 Daisy 𐙚 17 𐙚 Infj 𐙚 She/her

⬤ׄ︵𖥔🪽𑁍𖥔︵ׄ⬤ °He hit me and it felt like true love.

Masterlist 𐙚

Junoon : 𐙚prologue 𐙚ch1

𑁍Saroor

🍀 !headcanons¡

𐙚 Husband Jaskirat

𐙚Major iqbal

🪽¡one-shots!

Uzair: Product Review

[subwaybug]

More people should get into poly shipping. Both because polyamory is awesome and because it's really fun to make complicated ass diagrams

[dumdumdaisy]

Iqbal

Hamza

Uzair

@chaotickittydreamer please 🙏.

[tojisloft]

listening to dancing queen by abba will fix you btw

[dumdumdaisy]

YOU ARE A DANCING QUEEN YOUNG AND SWEEY ONLYY SEVENTEENNNNNNNNNNN

[chocoette]

[dumdumdaisy]

Ok I love this.

SOOO agar Ranveer Singh FANCY DRESS COMPETITION mein Gandhi banke aya toh kya kahenge?

GANDHI BANKE AYA HUUNNN

MERA HONSLA BHI AYASHH HAII

NOW LAUGH

Junoon chapter two dropping todayyyy!!!!!

Stay tunedddddd

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[professionalakshayesimp]

This B needs a C in her P.

[averypretentiousreader]

Rehman (Akshaye’s version) needs to take me on a road trip across the country in his burgundy car, where we stop at shady motels to rest now and then.

[vakalatnelagadiye]

happy pride 🏳️‍🌈 to all those who observe it (me, I love hawt men and women 😝✋🏽)

In honour of pride celebrating my disaster bisexual 🩷💜💙

[maroonkurta55]

Watching Dhurandhar raw and undeka and I can't decide who I'm jealous of more: Hamza or Yalina

[dumdumdaisy]

BI ME IS SOO HAPPI.

I want em both.

[sinnoire]

⛓️The Predator’s Prize⛓️

—Dark! Uzair Baloch x Reader {3/?}

“In the dust of Lyari, dreams are buried... and obsessions are born.”🥀

previous-part & next-part | Masterlist

*°°°°°This is purely fictional content, so please view it that way°°°°°*

Not a safe space—things get explicit. 18+ only 🔥 👀

Warnings:Dark Romance • Toxic Obsession • Dub-Con • Psychological Horror •Forced Proximity•Power Imbalance•Underworld/Gangster• Perverted/Degradative Language.

The grey dawn of Lyari didn’t bring clarity; it brought the heavy, humid realization that the world you knew had officially ended. The room was still thick with the scent of spent adrenaline and Uzair’s cologne, a fragrance that now felt like a permanent layer of your own skin. You lay paralyzed under the heavy weight of his arm, draped across your waist like a leaden shackle. The sunlight filtered through the ornate curtains, illuminating the bruises on your collarbone, blunt, purple testaments to a man who didn't know how to touch without leaving a mark.

Uzair was still asleep, his face uncharacteristically peaceful. Without the predatory spark in his eyes, he looked almost like the boy he used to be,the one who stood in the shadows of the courtyard, invisible to everyone but the girl he tormented. But the peace was a lie. As his eyes flickered open, the "ghost boy" vanished, replaced instantly by the King of Lyari. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he tightened his grip, pulling your back flush against his chest, his breath hot and possessive against your neck. "Uthne ka sochna bhi mat," (Don’t even think about getting up)he grumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep. "Ghar ruk sakta hai. Duniya bhi. Tum kahin nahi jaa rahi." (The house can wait. The world can wait. You’re not going anywhere.)

__🥀__

The weeks that followed that first night in his room were a blurred descent into a fever dream. The Baloch Haveli, once a sprawling fortress of service and study, had narrowed down to the dimensions of Uzair’s bedroom and the suffocating heat of his presence. You moved through the house like a sleepwalker, the mark he had left on your neck hidden beneath the heavy folds of your dupatta, a secret brand that pulsed with every heartbeat.

It was during the peak of a sweltering July afternoon that the reality of your situation crystallized into a terrifying physical manifestation. You were in the kitchen, the scent of frying spices suddenly turning your stomach into a knot of cold lead. You barely made it to the sink before the morning sickness claimed you.

"Beta? Kya hua? Tabiyat theek nahi?" (Beta? What happened? Are you not feeling well?) Ulfat Bhabi’s voice was laced with a suspicion that quickly morphed into a knowing, sharp-eyed gleam.

Before you could offer a stuttered excuse about the heat, a heavy hand landed on the small of your back. The heat of it seared through your clothes. Uzair had appeared like a wraith, his eyes scanning your pale face with an intensity that made you want to shrink into the floorboards. He didn't say a word to Ulfat; he simply gripped your arm and led you upstairs, his stride possessive and urgent.

In the privacy of his room, he shoved a small plastic stick into your hand, something he must have had one of his men fetch from the pharmacy. "Check kar," (Go check) he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

Ten minutes later, the two red lines stared back at you. Your knees gave out, and you sank onto the edge of the bed. Uzair stood over you, the smoke from his cigarette curling around his head like a halo of ash. He looked at the test, and for the first time, you saw a flash of something other than predatory hunger in his eyes. It was a terrifying, absolute triumph.

"Mubarak ho, rani sahiba," (Congratulations, my queen) he whispered, kneeling between your legs. He didn't touch your face; instead, he rested his large, scarred palm over your flat stomach. "Ab to bhagne ka khayal bhi zehan se nikal do. Mere khoon ko apne andar liye kahan jaogi? Ye bacha mera hai. Aur iska matlab hai ke tum... tum hamesha ke liye meri ho." (Now you should stop even thinking about running away. Where will you go carrying my blood inside you? This child is mine. And that means you… you are mine forever.)

__🥀__

The announcement to the family was handled with the bluntness typical of the Baloch brothers. Rehman let out a booming laugh that shook the chandeliers, while Ulfat immediately began planning the Nikah. To them, the scandal was secondary to the preservation of the bloodline. Within forty-eight hours, the Haveli was being draped in marigolds and red silk.

The day of the Nikah was a sensory overload of traditional obligation and dark intimacy. Ulfat dressed you in a heavy, blood-red jora, the weight of the gold embroidery making every movement an effort. As she applied the henna to your palms, she leaned in close, "Uzair thoda sakht hai, beta, par wo tumse bachpan se junoon ki had tak mohabbat karta hai. Ab toh bacha bhi aa raha hai. Sab bhool jao, aur is ghar ki malika bano." (Uzair is a little harsh, beta, but he has loved you obsessively since childhood. And now a baby is on the way too. Forget everything and become the queen of this house.)

The ceremony itself was a blur. You sat behind the floral curtain, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm. When the Maulvi asked for your consent, you felt Uzair’s gaze burning through the fabric of the partition. You knew the weight of his threat, Faisal’s safety, your own survival.

"Qubool hai," you whispered. The words felt like the final lock clicking into place.

__🥀_'

The moment the guests cleared, Uzair didn't bother with the traditional festivities. He hauled you up the stairs, his grip on your waist so tight it left bruises through the silk. He kicked the door of his room shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot. The room was bathed in the amber glow of oil lamps, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and the sharp, masculine tang of Uzair’s cologne.

He turned you around, his hands tangling in the heavy gold necklaces around your neck. "Biwi... meri biwi,"(wife...my wife) he groaned, the words sounding foreign and delicious on his tongue. He began to unpin your heavy dupatta, his fingers trembling with a suppressed violence that made your breath hitch.

He didn't wait. He pulled you into a kiss that was a collision of teeth and tongue, a desperate, starving reclamation. It wasn't the kiss of a husband; it was the kiss of a man who had finally captured the sun and intended to swallow it whole. You felt the scratch of his beard against your skin, the heat of his body radiating through your bridal layers. To your horror, your body responded—a treacherous, deep-seated ache that had been cultivated by months of his relentless attention. Stockholm Syndrome wasn't just a psychological trap; it was a physical one.

"Uzair... dhang se toh baat kijiye," (Uzair… at least speak properly)you gasped against his lips, your hands clutching his shoulders for balance.

He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes were bloodshot, dancing with a mix of lust and an agonizing vulnerability he still didn't know how to voice, "Baat kya karoon? Mujhe alfaz nahi aate. Mujhe sirf ye pata hai ke jab tum mere samne nahi hoti, toh mera dil karta hai ke main pooray Lyari ko aag laga doon. Jab tum kisi aur ki taraf dekhti ho, toh mera hath meri gun par jata hai." (What am I supposed to say? I don’t know how to put things into words. I only know that when you’re not in front of me, I feel like setting all of Lyari on fire. And when you look at someone else, my hand reaches for my gun.)

He began to undo the buttons of your blouse, his touch surprisingly gentle given the fire in his eyes. He stopped when he saw the faint marks he had left on your shoulder days ago. He leaned down and licked the skin there, a slow, possessive gesture that made a low moan escape your throat.

"Tumhe nafrat hai mujhse?" (You hate me?)he whispered, his hands sliding down to the curve of your hips, pulling you flush against the hard evidence of his desire. "Hone do. Nafrat bhi ek junoon hai. Main tumhe itna pyar dunga ke tumhari nafrat thak jayegi. Main tumhe itna todunga ke jab tum khud ko dobara jodogi, toh mere bagair tum adhuri hogi." (Let it be. Even hatred is a kind of obsession. I will love you so intensely that your hatred will grow tired. I will break you so completely that when you put yourself back together, you’ll be incomplete without me.)

He pushed you back onto the bed, the red silk of your dress spreading out like a pool of blood. He loomed over you, the lonely boy long dead, replaced by a king who looked at you as his only sanctuary. The sexual tension was a physical weight in the room, thick and suffocating. Every time his skin touched yours, it felt like a brand.

As the night progressed, the power dynamic shifted in a way you hadn't expected. In his bed, under his touch, you realized that you held a weapon of your own. His obsession made him weak to your whims; he was a slave to the very woman he had enslaved. You saw the way his eyes glazed over when you finally, tentatively, ran your nails down his scarred back. You saw the way he shuddered when you whispered his name, not as a plea, but as a command.

__🥀__

Months later, their imperfect happy ending had rooted itself deeply. You sat on the balcony of the Haveli, your stomach now heavy and round with his child. You were no longer the girl who dreamt of college; you were the woman who ran the Baloch household with an iron fist wrapped in velvet. Ulfat deferred to you, and even Rehman respected the way you could calm Uzair’s most violent rages with a single look.

Uzair walked out onto the balcony, the evening shadows of Lyari lengthening behind him. He had just come from a "meeting," his knuckles bruised and his shirt stained with someone else's blood. He didn't go to the sink; he came straight to you. He knelt at your feet, resting his head on your lap, closing his eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"Sab theek hai?" (Is everything okay?) you asked softly.

"Ab theek hai,"(Now it is)he murmured, his voice muffled by the fabric of your dress. He looked up at you, and for a fleeting second, you saw the lonely boy who just wanted to be seen. But then the predator returned, his hand gripping your chin, pulling you down for a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of iron and salt.

You didn't pull away. You leaned into it, your eyes closing as you accepted the dark, golden cage you had helped build. Outside, Lyari was at war, but inside the Haveli, there was a terrible, beautiful peace. You were the Predator’s prize, his queen, and his prisoner, and as he whispered "Meri jaan" into your ear, you realized you wouldn't have it any other way. The dumb boy had won, and in his victory, you had found a power that no textbook could ever have taught you.

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Taglist:— [want to be tagged? just ask 🤍] 👇 @anxiousbeeing @aditititiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii @abolitionistlawpluscoffee @afortoru @avasif @blossomedfloweroflove @batata04 @cvclee @chai-aur-chaand @chocolate-and-trouble @carpediemdps707 @crimsontraditiongolem @dilfconisuer @dumdumdaisy @eypresho @falakrazzaq @gloriouspurpose01 @gulaabjamun08 @goldenharrysworld @gehra-hua @harrystyleskiwi9 @hereforfanfictionsfr @itsnotmai @kamalkafool @lavenderwinkle @laal-pari @miaaaow @miraclejin1204 @malekathesimp68 @main-apni-favorite-nahi-hoon @mainyahaankyunhoon @niyadarealart @ooopssssu @philosophical38 @precioussophia @roses-and-iron @rosiasthings @sea-breeze-in-my-hair @scornedloverr @sabii5 @st4rmiist @seasonofthenerd @saniisinsane @written-in-ishq @writrsblu @between-smoke-and-roses

[tobitoooo]

A hug and a "good job" from this man would fix my whole life i'm not even joking rn

[fori-the-fool]

Ten People You'd Like to Know Better

Thanks to @unconsciousxreality, @tobyig, and @greatcrestednewt for tagging me :D

Last song(s): Her - Jvke ft. Annika Wells / Neon Odyssey - The Midnight & Avantris / Never Love an Anchor - Crane Wives Currently watching: Tornado/Storm Event studies on Youtube and various Star Wars things (Animated, Live Action, just whatever tbh) Current obsession: At this EXACT moment? That'd be Fi and Jesse lol But also Kes and the Batch/the long fic I'm writing of them, as well as the DnD AU of them. Currently reading: Fics. All the fics. Been on a ObiMaul kick tbh Currently working on: The Kes/Batch long fic (Working title is Blur of Consequences), a one shot of when Kes and Echo met before the events of Blur, and I'm currently in the planning stages for Fi/Jesse fic (ᵕ ó ᴗ ò) Last Google search: How to un-fold our electric lawnmower lol

And some no pressure tags :D

@tiwaenriel @cyarex @jetii @onedeadlurker @onemass @vimse @ct7567329 @daidrm @isaut @vaderxvibes

[tiwaenriel]

hi, hi, tysm for tagging me!!! ^^

Last song: “Dark Angel” by Lalleshwari (Katie Jane Garside)

Currently (Re)Watching: Pokémon and ATLA!

Current obsession: still clone wars, but specifically my ocs. They haunt my thoughts 24/7 lmfao.

Currently Reading: “Alas, Babylon” by Pat Frank

Currently working on: getting better at art (digital and traditional), and writing a fic about Mustang and Vermillion!

Last Google search: pink haired girl from Ponyo (it was Gran Mamare I was looking for; I wanted to inspire a character after her).

Aaaaand tagging (no pressure):

@tobyig @sequestered-jester @t4ckie-j4ckie @suborbitalrailgun @jesuswarriordaughter @drowninginmytbr @docilechagrin @sleepyyecho @monoetr @elealovesstarwars @riaheatsdrywall

[t4ckie-j4ckie]

:> :3 :} thanks for the tag :}

Last song: Not by Big Theif Currently watching: Rainworld lore videos on YT, specifically on the Watcher DLC Current obsession: Star wars,,, specifically Mandalorian culture + my ocs Currently Reading: Started the Republic Commando novels, halfway through Triple Zero Currently working on: Tattoo 'map'/showcase for my oc Roscoe Arazu, as well as worldbuilding for mandalorian culture again Last google search: "raptor tail dinosaur" - I was doing some creature design and needed a good ref aha

Tagging (no pressure !!): @ladyknight33 @whoops-junk-drawer @dick-djarin

[whoops-junk-drawer]

Last songs: I Want To Know What Love Is - Foreigner, Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears, Time - Pink Floyd

Currently Watching: nothing in particular. Mostly tornado videos on the ol ‘tube

Current Obsession: STAR WAR!!!! TAR WARS!!!! CLONES!!!

Currently Reading: my own writing! I’ve passed the “writing spree” stage and entered the “reread your own fics and then kick yourself for not finishing them” stage.

Currently Working On: Various outfit/set design pieces for my ocs! I’ve finally pushed myself to flesh out the places these people are visiting/living. I’ve had them for almost three years and I’ve only just gotten around to it. But hey! I’ve gotten round to it! Yay!

Last Google Search: Ehlers Danlos Syndrome (I may have it, I was googling symptoms, lmao). And the one before that was “normal blood pressure by age group”. So I guess I’m more of a hypochondriac than I thought i was?

Tagging (first time, kinda nervous 👉👈)

@t9909-gk @qalanthe @mistycatt (can I tag people who aren’t my mutuals?? What is etiquette) @eobe (oh no I don’t have ten. Send me to the plinko or something)

[mistycatt]

thank you for the tag !!

hi I’ve never done one of these even though I’ve been tagged in a bajillion of them

here we go..

last song: graduate by third eye blind

currently watching: clone wars… again

current obsession: obi wan still. Specifically I’ve been thinking about obi wan directly after order 66 but haven’t drawn it because I don’t usually like drawing sad stuff.

currently reading: rogue planet !! Yay Star Wars book

currently working on: drawing Obi wan. I want to draw him in mando armor and also do some codywan art. I have a whole list of things my friend Finn wants me to work on lol. Also my codywan fic I’ve been working on for months that I’ve hardly made progress on. I’m no author lol

last google search: “jar har” I was trying to type Jar Jar but something went wrong in the process 😔😔💔💔

tags (you don’t have to lol): @finlayflop @atomicheart99 @therestlessbones @coolskeleton66 @coquette-corpsie @saigesays @yapofalltrades

hope I did this right lol

[coolskeleton66]

THANKS FOR THE TAG !!

last songs: gommene gommene ft hatsune miku by kikuo, ego renegade boy ft kagamine len by flavor foley, king for a day by green day

currently watching: heated rivalry, South Park, and sw rebels

current obsession: anakin, Vocaloid, and friedrich Engels (I know everyone's favorite trio). Also vtubers cause im getting back into live2d

currently reading: random medical and forensics case studies and also fan fiction (for Star Wars and Dexter!)

currently working on: 3 indie game projects, a vtuber rig who I've been procrastinating, 2 fan fics (one which I posted and is time travel but hasn't had an update in like idk how long and another which I hope can see the light of day one day), a cal kestis and oc drawing for a moot (I love them/p), a codywan drawing that's stuck in the idk what I'm doing stage, and an anidala drawing in a similar stage last Google search: ao3 (pretty self explanatory)

no pressure tags: @pbpiewrites2018 @hearteyesllc @shiny3chariot @stupidlilguy3 @iolesbookshelf @type-40-nightingales @linosadobo @coquette-corpsie @starwarsnerd457 @clearmintjelly

[pbpiewrites2018]

THANKS FOR THE TAG !!

last songs: Across the Stars, How Lin-Manuel Miranda Orders a Pizza by Daniel Thrasher, Heart Attack by Demi Lovato and Mr. Darkside by Sub-Radio

currently watching: The Clone Wars 2008, probably gonna rewatch some Star Wars movies, probably gonna rewatch Tom Holland's Spider-Man trilogy in preparation for Brand New Day

current obsession: Star Wars (the prequels and the clone wars)

currently reading: Clone Wars: Wild Space

currently working on: The first fanfic in my Happy AU series where Palpatine dies, Padme lives, there's no Empire, and everyone is happy apart from Anakin apparently (don't worry he'll get there). I'm trying to write it realistic in the sense that this is what I think would have really happened if the story played out like this, but I think only the first story will have any politics in it. I love the in universe politics of Star Wars, I think they're fascinating and I wish there was more information out there on it, but there's not. Making random stuff up is exhausting. I don't want to do too much research, so I'm just going to write Happy Skywalker Family fluff and angst instead of galaxy altering shit lol

Google search: How do court trials work in Star Wars? (literally no info on Wookieepedia...)

No pressure tags: @magmeter @user24709 @evildala @herowithfears @vaderscurls @aquaeclipse @anakin03986 @panakin-crywalker + Anyone else who wants to join in!!!!

[user24709]

thanks for the tag!!

last songs: underground, i choose you, ufo, sugar free venom, instruction, magic clock

currently watching: taxi driver season 2, good morning call, trying to force myself to finish jjk, gonna start if wishes could kill and the other maze runner movies

current obsession: f5ve

currently reading: myriad and random aot fanfics

currently working on: doing as much revision i can for end of year exams then i'll carry on with my mystery fanfic

last google search: ammonia (i needed the structural formula for an equation)

npt: @holyspirit6 @fairyprincessqueen14 @unapologeticpristinelamb @divinebitch16 @actually-an-angel @t-bird510 + open tags!

[holyspirit6]

Ty @user24709

Last songs: idk Depeche Mode or smth

Currently watching: st season 3 finale (rewatch) and I think the red shoes

Current obsession: Kyle maclachlan or Hayden Christensen

Currently reading: are you there god?, it’s me Margaret and re-reading a fanfic on here

Currently working on: trying to forget something that happened yesterday 😁

Last google search: ‘soundtrack twin peaks Barnes and noble’

🏷️: @sincereleedoll @divinebitch16 @beethovnerotica @babybutterflybree @flowersfromunderground @girlrottinginmyroomallday + open tags

[sincereleedoll]

hihihi tysm for the tag @holyspirit6 !!

last songs: put yourself in my place, kylie minogue

currently watching: hannibal season 1 & ahs asylum

current obsession: meredith inglesby (don't ask)

currently reading: lots of things omg

currently working on: the school musical

last google search: time in the uk 😭😭

@sparklingsonderingdeer @cobramalachi @sprklemuffinn @frankkensteindolly @harlotstarlet777 @cruelgirll @sullengun @girlrottinginmyroomallday @gunsinthesummertimee @1rottengirl @worstangelalive

[cruelgirll]

Tyy 4 the tag <3 @sincereleedoll 💋💋

Last song: the first taste - Fiona Apple

Current watch: asoue & Veronica mars

Current obsession: the beauty in simplicity, and the parallels between people and nature; within things that just exist and how everything is interconnected + MERMAIDS 🧜🏼‍♀️

Reading: rereading some Seneca. Also decided to get more into Anaïs nin’s writing (delta of Venus is very interesting…) + satanism and witchcraft by Jules Michelet

Currently working on: my filmography journal — movie analysis, film theory & production, just trying to watch more films again + my favorite the psychology of cinematography (which I love exploring)

Last Google search: some essay ‘the humanness of morality’

Tags - @worstangelalive @b0rn2run @vampurrss @paranoiddollie @hero1nchic21 @cannibal4u @crying-b1tchxx @psychotropico 🩵

[crying-b1tchxx]

Ty 4 the tag @cruelgirll 🫶🏻

last song: anticristianos - dulce liquido

currently watching: -

current obsession: abandoned nature

currently reading: metro 2033

currently working on: -

last Google search: pharmacies open today 😭😭

tags: @paranoiddollie @delicatefawn-222 @vampurrss @hero1nchic21 @fallenangelparts @sullengun @thepearlsuicides @thr0wnd0wn @riacain @gleno0phobia @sincereleedoll @lydster0224 + who wants!

[thepearlsuicides]

awwww tysm for the tag lovely!

last song: strangers by ethel cain!

currently watching: twin peaks

current obsession: too many....

currently reading: the naturals for fun + wuthering heights for school :3

currently working on: my religion and literature assessments

last google search: is white silas ethel cain (i need to make it known that i already know she is, i was just typing it up to convince my friend)

tags! @livi-loo2 @pinkmary123 @epiclittlel6dy @m6lancholiaa @lovergirl-3-3-3 @nonchalantnarcissistchhavi67 + open!

[nonchalantnarcissistchhavi67]

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG @thepearlsuicides

Last song: Beautiful liar by Beyonce

Currently watching: nothing rn but I wanna watch off campus

Current obsession: CORTIS (my audacity to even think that I could do the redred dance😋)

Currently reading: gonna read crime and punishment after my exams

Currently working on: studying for my pre mid term exams 😭

Last Google search: what conditions determine the boiling point of alcohols (chemistry 😋)

Tags:

@dewaniiiii @hamzakamehroomkurta @potterwitch4 @lutt-le-gaya

@ghost-in-pieces @midnightaashiq @diltobacchahaiji @chikuuuuuu

+open tags<3

[hamzakamehroomkurta]

Thank youuuu so muchhh for the tag @nonchalantnarcissistchhavi67 <33

Last song(s): Ambarsariya by Sona Mahapatra, Winner by Conan Gray, Pickup by Seedhe Maut

Currently watching: Gilmore girls & Wake up Sid

Current Obsession: wolfstar </3 also rehmat fics

Currently Reading: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, also rereading Byomkesh-Bishupal Badh by Sharadindu Bandyopadhyay

Currently working on: shit ton of projects and online lectures 😭

Last Google Search: Fossils concert timings 💔

Tagssss:

@rosesandpeoniesthings @yearnerray @nevereversaygoodbye @gheekhatamhaibhai @gloriouspurpose01 @sparksfromhell @catharsis-9 @work-of-procrastination @debsreads21 @dewaniiiii @amar-hiyar-majhe @srijaa @midnightaashiq @encoreabj @indigo-pdf @yourfriendlyneighbourhoodboytoy @canteenkasastamaal @noor-e-sur @maroonkurta55 @lutt-le-gaya + open tagsss<3

[work-of-procrastination]

Thank you so much for the tag bby @hamzakamehroomkurta

Last songs - Koi Fariyaad by Jagjit Singh, Wake me up when September ends by Greenday

Currently watching - (rewatching) friends, (watching) Bridgestone season 4

Current obsession - Dhurandhar

Currently reading - The little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

Currently working on - SEMESTER KI TAIYAARI.

Last google search - Hubert de Givenchy

Tagging - @baddiefication101 @ppinkitten @dumdumdaisy @littletigerspeaks2 @chocoopiee @gulaabjamum08 @gehra-hua

[dumdumdaisy]

Thank you so much for the tag @work-of-procrastination and @lessbutliving !!! Mwahhh

Last song: we can't be friends by Ariana Grande and Vaari Jawaan by Noori sisters.

Currently watching: Made in heaven (season 2)

Current obsession: Dhurandhar

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[work-of-procrastination]

Childhood Best friend Uzair

(Headcanons)

Uzair Baloch x Reader

Disclaimer - work of fiction

Warnings - fluff, smut.

Happy Reading

Childhood Bestfriend! Uzair – who met you for the first time when you were 7 years old and he was 9 at an ice cream shop, where his slightly taller self you to get your ice cream from the vendor. The spark was instant and the inseparable wave of affection was quick to follow through. He gave you the nickname of mumphali.

Childhood bestfriend! Uzair – who would spend hours with you, bunking school and going around playing. You two would roll and giggle on the grass by the river side once tired from all the playing which took place for hours. Two young hearts of his and yours made a promise and pacrt of never leaving each other and sealed it with a peck on each other’s nose, which later became the ritual of affection for the two of you.

Childhood bestfriend! Uzair – who was devasted when he found out that you belonged from a pathan family who were well knit with Arshad and his gang. He had leant from his bhai to stay away from pathan’s but he would rather kill his tiny self than being separated from his mumphali.

Childhood bestfriend! Uzair – Who cried like a kicked puppy, begging Rehman to let him stay friends with you. “Bhai...mai promise kar raha hu...pinky wala…yeh buri nahi hai..” he said pointing at you after he had sneaked you in the backyard of the Baloch haveli to play and got busted by Rehman. Rehman looked at yours and his brother’s glossy eyes and melted instantly and you were an unofficial member of the Baloch family.

Childhood bestfriend! Uzair – who grew up with you in his teen years and yours. Shared mistapes, ice creams and eventually hearts. He dwelled over the fact that you were more than just his best friend. When he realized he loved you, he tried his best to keep it to himself. But he had always been on the slower side and your sharp wit figured out that he was hiding something almost in a blink.

Childhood bestfriend! Uzair – who confessed his feelings for you when the two of you were 18 and he was 20, after a long fight about you enquiring him regarding what he’s hiding and his constant denial. To make him overcome his denial you showed off the fact that you were going out on a date with another man. Uzair upon finding it out, least to say, took away the ability to walk from that poor boy.

“TUNEY USEY KYU MAARA UZAIR?” you yelled at the taller boy.

“TU USKE SATH GHUM KYU RAHI THI” he yelled back barely containing himself.

“TUJHE KYA MAI KISI KE BHI SATH GHUMU< TU TOH AJ KAL MUJHSE CHEEZE CHUPA RAHA HAI NA? TUJHE KYA BALOCH?” you argue as tears brimmed in your eyes.

“MAI BEINTEHA MOHABBAT KARTA HU TUJHSE…. NAHI DIKHAYI DETA, ANDHI TAMATAR” he huffed out the confession only for you to pull him a much-anticipated kiss.

Childhood bestfriend! Uzair – who started to date you in secret, knowing full well that your family will not be reacting well to the relationship. He would sneak you at his haveli often as both Rehman and Ulfat loved you as their own. He would often sneak in through your window past midnight for cuddles and sneak out at the crack of dawn whilst kissing you half hanging from your balcony and whining as he had to go.

Childhood bestfriend! Uzair – who was in your arms finding abode there, resting on your bed when your mother barged in and the act of secrecy was immediately dissolved. The melt down was immediate. You were locked away in your room, with your electronics taken away. Uzair on the other hand was losing his mind and cussing at himself for being so naïve about the sneaking around.

Childhood bestfriend! Uzair – who saw red when he found out that your father arranged your marriage upon the revelation of your relationship with him. He was quick to converse with Rehman and curate the plan of making you escape the situation.

Childhood bestfriend! Uzair – who barged in the wedding ceremony while you were sobbing in your drenched in sorrow and claded with red wedding suit. You heard commotion downstairs and soon your door was kicked open by a bloodied Uzair, it did not take you much time to understand that none were his own blood. He hoisted you up in his arms and walked downstairs as you hid your face. The wedding was a mess and a slaughter ground. Your father stood striked with fear as Rehman pointed a gun at him. He gave you and Uzair blessings under the pressure and tension of Rehamn’s revolver.

Childhood bestfriend! Uzair – who married you the very day and in that same outfit. You could not have been happier. You wished for your parents to be more welcoming but you consoled yourself after being warmly welcomed by your new family.

Childhood bestfriend! Uzair – who carried you to his (now yours as well) room which was decorated with roses for your suhaag raat. He worshipped you that night, fulfilling the entirety of your friendship, turned relationship, turned marriage.

NSFW

Husband! Uzair - who loves worshipping your body like it’s his heaven. He loves your plumpy curves. His hands always found them every second he is close to you. He behaved almost touch starved even if you were away for 10 minutes.

Husband! Uzair – who will pull you aside to makeout with you at any lone corner of the household, traumatizing the every member of the family.

Husband! Uzair – who was obsessed with devouring you ever since your wedding night. He was a munch. He loved to watch you squirm as he ate your pussy like it was his last meal. He would often make you wrap your legs around his neck, pulling his face closer to your cunt so he could tongue fuck you better. He convinced you to sit his face after much hustle and he enjoyed being crushed by your bottom like anything. Least to say, you topped biriyani as his favourite meal.

Husband! Uzair – who would buy you gajra, anklets and necklaces often so that he could fuck you with only those on. He refused to let you take off those. He loved the sight of necklace resting between your cleavage as your breasts bounced whilst you rode him. The anklets sounded the best next to his ears as he rutted in you.

Husband! Uzair – who teased you about the height difference ( A habit he could not leave from childhood). He loved to manhandle you and thanked the creators for ,aking him massive as it made it super easy for him to throw you around and foldd you however he pleased to fuck and fill you up.

Husband! Uzair – who would occasionally snort his magic powder off of your cleavage, your spine and your stomach, drench you in alcohol and lick them clean. He was filthy and obsessed when it came to you. He loved your tits and wouldmpften bury himself in them as his cock found abode inside your gummy walls. He also has a raging breeding kink and often talks about how he cannot wait to see you swollen with his kids.

Husband & Bestfriend! Uzair were not much different from each other, he loved you as his tiny pigtail bearing bestfriend and also as his beautifully grown wife. He was yours and you were his through and through. His mumphali.

A/N - these are my first headcanons toh galti maaf kar dena janemans.... I love you all... Comments are appreciated. Don't be a silent reader... Motivate us to work better

[dumdumdaisy]

I need Uzair.

[baddiefication101]

Mujhe kya, mai toh lesbian hu (@work-of-procrastination)

[dumdumdaisy]

PAKKA?! 🫦🙏

[dumdumdaisy]

A very happening conversation while watching dhurandhar on tv today with my mother.

Mumma: yaar ye ladki (Yalina) kiti choti hai ekdum teri tarah.

Me: han kyunki Hamza usse-

Mumma: ye abb Hamza kon hai?

Me: arre wahi ladka jiske sath wo ghum Rahi hai!

Mumma: Achaaaa Ranveer.

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During 26/11 scene.

Mumma: ye gorra buddha (Khanani) Akshay par dorre kyun daal raha hai.

(if only I knew mumma)

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During shararat song

Mumma: ye gorra buddha pakka Akshay ko pasand karta hai!! Dekh kese chum raha hai!

Me: *too busy dancing on shararat*

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Mumma: ye arjun ke sath thik nhi kiya. Akshay ko wig diya sundar banaya. Arjun aur Madhavan ko ekdum ganda ganda kiya. Humare waqt ka sahi tha! Teri massi toh ekdum bhag ke shaadi karne wali thi Arjun ke sath.

Me: mummy please Rehman pit raha hai, shanti se dekhne do.

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During torture scene.

Mumma: ye kya hone wala hai bata! (Full panic)

Me: *about to cry*

Mumma: merese nhi dekha jayega. (Covering her eyes)

Me: *forcing her arms down* DEKH GABAR DEKH!!! *About to vomit*

"BOLL BETAAAAAA"

Me: runs to bathroom.

Mumma: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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During Rehman's Arrest scene. (In odia because it was funny)

Mumma: dekho taku! Se Aarest hauchi! Ta pare bhi taa stree ki kemiti ghelo kari jauchi. Aau gote tome! (Points towards my father) Gote chocolate aani baki ku kahili, prana chadi jauchi ankara.

(Look at him, while being arrested he's still loving his wife, then there's you, can't even bring one chocolate for me, without whining)

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There are more. But I'm too lazy to write em.

[yalinawithdaddyissues]

Please stop smoking

Im serious.

I saw a chainsmoker's lungs today and 🤢

Msg for -

@thenajayazbaap @majoriqbalahmedisi @sher-rehman-baloch

[sher-rehman-baloch]

Itna jee ke kya hi kar lunga

Jaan baki hai magar... Saans ruki ho jaise ☝

[dumdumdaisy]

Mere ek dost ke chacha the jinhone jindagi bhar na sutta and daru Piya tha.

Stage 4 cancer se maar gaye.

Isse accha toh pi hi lete.

[yalinawithdaddyissues]

Hello. Im a doctor. Stop spreading misinformation 🩷 😭

[dumdumdaisy]

Girl unki death misinformation kese hui. 🫪

[yalinawithdaddyissues]

"isse accha toh pi hi lete"

[dumdumdaisy]

I mean....

Isse accha toh pi hi lete uncle ngl.

[dumdumdaisy]

NAHHHH WHO MADE THIS.