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How To make Dua For Someone To Miss You
Have you ever wished someone could think of you more often? Imagine the joy of being in their thoughts, just like they’re always in yours. Our guide to the Dua to Make Someone Miss You is designed to help you achieve just that. To know more, you can visit: https://halalnuskhe.com/dua-to-make-someone-miss-you/
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Dua to make someone Miss You
Aslam Walikum all dear readers, today we give you Powerful Dua to make someone Miss You. All of us often fall in love once in our lifetime. It’s the most beautiful feeling out of every other feeling. However, if the person you love is not into you, then it hurts you every time, deep down. In this case, reciting dua to make someone miss you can make them miss you. All you need to do is recite the…
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New Rules | Don't let him in.
Table of Contents: Teaser (Prologue); Don't pick up the phone; Don't let him in
Pairing: f*ck boi!Jisung x f!Reader; Jisung x Minho
Genre: choose your own adventure; drabble/vignette series; angst and smut; f*ck buddies; college/post grad
Summary: Jisung has had you wrapped around his finger for the last half-decade. You know good and well that it's time to move on…but you can never seem to follow your own rules long enough to shake him.
*Based on the lyrics of "New Rules" by Dua Lipa
Content warnings: 18+ (minors, dni) Explicit smut; toxic relationship; characters commit sexual acts after having partaken in controlled substances (themes continued from previous chapter); Minho touches reader intimately without asking for consent (not against her will, but still, no check-in); masturbation; flashbacks/backstory; lust and resentment; possessive Minho; cum on a character from a previous sexual encounter; super brief spanking; cursing; name calling: slut - sexual, derogatory(?); subby Jisung; kissing/making out; oral sex (f. receiving); face-sitting; female orgasm; lots of conflicting and negative feelings; drunkenness and vomiting; are we in some unhealthy territory here, folks.
Word Count: ~1700
Author's Note: Well, things are getting darker and messier. 🖤 I want to ask that any readers please review the content warnings before partaking! Thank you for everyone who's voted so far!! I absolutely love that you all chose to involve Minho in this, because the dynamic brewing here is something else. Remember to vote in the pole at the bottom of the fic if you'd like to help decide where these characters go from here! 😊
As always, if no one has told you today, please know that you're loved, and worthy of love! 🧜♀️💜
You'll have to kick him out again.
Three dragging raps against the door of your hotel room pull your head from the pillow and the rest of your body follows lethargically, weighed down by champagne and dejection. You bumble into a pair of sweat pants and sag against the door momentarily before pushing up on your tiptoes to press an eye to the peephole.
Mother fucking asshole.
“What do you want, Jisung?” you bark venomously, not reaching for the lock.
His brow furrows and he steps back, stumbling. Clearly, he’s made equal use of the open bar.
“Howdya know it was me?” he slurs, eyes wide in slow-witted confusion.
“I can see you through the peephole, moron,” you sneer.
His lips tug down into a pout, the kind that makes him look like a sad, injured puppy. You know them all, the manipulatively emotive masks of expression. It’s been a while though, and you can’t be sure this particularly somber scowl isn’t genuine. No, you know. It doesn’t matter if the offense he’s taken is real, the things he’ll say once he crosses the threshold won’t be. And you can’t fucking do it again. Not tonight.
You slide down the door onto flat feet and turning to press your back against the glossy eggshell paint of its surface.
You’d known he’d be at Chaeryeong and Changbin’s wedding, and you had been tempted to just send a gift out of the sheer desire to simply avoid this moment. But part of you wanted to see him. Wanted to see if he had found someone new - or if the hand that had once kept him just out of your reach still held him in its grasp. You wanted…closure, if you were being honest with yourself. A reason to move on. But of course, he’d come solo, and refused to make eye contact with you for the for the entirety of cocktail hour. Then, significantly later into the evening, you’d felt a familiar gaze burn into your breasts, your ass, the back of your exposed neck. So you’d left before you could get drunk enough to backslide onto his cock; which, should history prove exemplary, would be two shots of tequila from where your BAC currently stood.
You feel a thump against the door, and you hear his voice, closer now, like he’s leaning against it.
“Miss you.”
“No, you don’t,” you counter, with a heaving sigh.
“You don’t…hey…”
“Get out, Jisung.”
You hear him push himself off the door and shuffle over the carpet, then he thumps back against the door hard enough to jostle you.
“Just let me…use your bathroom. I’ll l-leave.”
But he never leaves. He stays, poisonously yet addictively parasitic until you carve him out like a cancer, taking so much of you with him every goddamn time.
Jisung was still panting against Minho’s chest, cum slipping slowly down his heaving belly when he opened his eyes and saw you that night all those years ago. He didn’t speak or move, jaw hanging open and eyes locked on yours as Minho leaned up to murmur whispers onto the shell of the his ear. You watched as Jisung’s eyes slid to down your body, a delicious pulse shuddering through you, and suddenly you became aware of your own fingers against your clit. You blinked down through the haze of heat and substance, to see your skirt lifted and your hand pressed to your messy cunt. You pulled it away to steady yourself against the edge of the bar.
Minho licked his lips as they stretched into a smirk, hitching the younger man up by his hips and onto his feet, pants still shoved around his thighs and his wet cock growing soft above their open waistband. Minho slowly stood, his palm sharply cracking against the bare flesh of Jisung’s ass, spilling a whimper from his lips and causing him to stumble forward, his shirt falling down over cum-slicked skin as he fumbled to tug up his jeans. The senior stalked toward where you swayed on your feet, crowding you as his hand grasped the side of your waist. As his eyes bored into yours you felt like a little quivering creature in a jar - his gaze searing past your retinas and into the dark recesses of your being where he dissected you bit by bit. His cold, steady hand slid down your hip and over your thigh, pushing your skirt up to impassively cup your sex. You let out a shuddering moan, your eyes squeezing shut. Minho chuckled darkly.
“Hmh - such a needy pussy. All puffy and wet…” he purred condescendingly above you. “Hannie baby will take care of that, right?” his hand dragged up your body to take your jaw in his pretty, powerful fingers, still damp with your arousal. Your trembled in his grasp as he pulled back to regard you with a smirk. “Remember, though - sweet, stupid little slut - you can play with that cock all you want…but I own it. Capeesh?”
You sucked in a breath and he released your chin with a hum, patting your cheek before slipping his hand into his pocket and strolling around you. You heard the sliding glass door open and shut. Jisung glanced up at you, running his hand through his hair.
“I…Jisung…”
“You’re not wearing panties,” he muttered with a swallow, his eyes on the rumpled fabric obscuring your sticky want.
“What?” you breathed.
His eyes darted up to yours.
“You liked it - watching. Didn’t you?” His voice shook as he asked. It was such a raw question - not taunting, like Minho’s had been. He was hoping. Begging.
As you watched him shuffle forward, still fumbling with the button of his jeans, you remembered his face as he came. You remembered Minho’s eyes. A fragrant, poisonous hunger bloomed to life in your belly. You surged toward Jisung, daydreams forgotten - shoving him and causing him to stumble back, eyes going wide with surprise. Alarm bells sounded somewhere in your skull, and you look down at the tremor in your hands. You didn’t recognize them. You didn’t recognize the voice that came out of your mouth.
“You’re pathetic.”
He froze, lips parting as he drank in the venom of your tone.
“Baby…” he murmured, stepping toward you cautiously.
“Don’t call me that,” you clipped, your lip quivering as your heart thrummed like a frantic hummingbird trapped inside your chest. “He called you that.”
His brows knitted, as if unsure if your words held accusation or question. He didn’t ask. Just as well. You didn’t know. Some thorny thing weaving its way around your soul tore at the innocence of your longing.
His pupils were swallowing his irises as he raised his hand to touch your cheek. His brows drew together again, but this time with a desperation so intense it was erotic. You were soaked. He leaned in and kissed your lips, and you let him. You moved your hands up to grip the sides of his shirt. He was a needy, messy kisser, and it fed the thing burning inside you that loathed and lusted with equal relish.
He dipped his hand between you to brush his fingers over your drenched folds and he groaned into your mouth. Someone stirred on the loveseat off to the right and you choked on a moan.
“Not here…” you shoved him off.
The next thing you knew your knees were kissing the harsh chill of the downstairs bathroom tiles as his mouth kissed your cunt. Your nails pressed dully into the palm of your hand through the barrier of your bunched up skirt, pulled away to afford your eyes the sight of his face between your thighs. Your other hand gripped the edge of the counter for dear life as you fought to stay upright through the overwhelming pleasure of his languid laps against your sex.
“Fuck…oh, fuck…” you whined and he whimpered against you in response, sending a buzzing vibration through you that had your body screaming out for more. You tucked the hem of your skirt into the band and reached down to part your folds with your fingers, presenting him with your flushed, swollen heat. Immediately latching onto your clit, he sucked as though his survival depended on it, and you wailed up to the ceiling, grinding down over his greedy lips and tongue.
You came against his mouth, but that wasn’t what you remembered on feverish nights thereafter. You remembered the churning in your stomach and the burning in your thighs and the drug of his gaze, heady and addictive as you smothered him, injecting itself into your veins.
You push to a stand against the hotel door, legs shaking. You want it. You need it. Just one more time.
You open the door but he pushes past you, stumbling into the bathroom and collapsing in front of the toilet.
You let out a hissing sigh, leaning against the door frame as he wretches. Perhaps this memory of his body rolling to its back on a tile floor will push away the one that’s haunted your fantasies. Perhaps. But that’s now how it’s seemed to work thus far. He raises himself up to vomit again and leave him there, tossing yourself back into bed.
Pulling the door open to a gentle knock, you recognize Changbin’s best man.
“Hi,” he grins at you sympathetically as you open it further, “One of the groomsmen said there was someone who needed a helping hand back to their room?”
He’s effortlessly handsome in his dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, tie discarded in favor of an open neck. The smile he’s sporting which presses a dimple into his cheek could likely melt tungsten at ten percent intensity. Your mouth goes a bit dry and when you swallow, it tastes like shame. You glance at Jisung laying in front of the sink.
“Uh, yeeah..” you blink, shuffling back to grant him entry.
He ambles in and peeks his head into the bathroom before turning back to you with a little furrow between his brows.
“You okay?”
You wish this stranger would immediately stop looking at you with those brown eyes - the kind that seem to scan you for weaknesses without a single predatory intention. You cross your arms over your chest and duck your head. You wish you liked it, those eyes on you - a gaze that promised nurture and healing. But you know who you are, what you crave.
“It’s been a long night. Thanks…”
“Chris,” he offers as he pulls Jisung up to a stand. You think he smiles again, but you’re not looking.
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MAKE ME STAY!
landonorris x famous!oc
summary: where she sends the Internet into a slow spiral after releasing a song out of the blue (except it’s not out of the blue, it’s papaya)
part 1: make me stay, series masterlist
faceclaim: dua lipa 🫶
rory’s voice mail 🎧: PART 1! hope you guys like this, it’s obviously going to be a slow burn but I’m really excited to write it for y’all <3 ALSO the first two chapters are gonna be a little slow to set up the story and a strong base for it 😚 LOVE YOU SAY IT BACK
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@THEHOLLYWOODFIX • 2 hours ago
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Pop Sensation Liz Colton is Back!
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Imagine you are Hayden Christensen's closest friend from college and you help him going through his divorce. Will friendship be enough for either of you? Based on the request made by @calzone-d ...
Warnings: *long post*, drama, explicit smut, fluffy endings.
Recommendations: "Summertime Sadness", "Ride", by Lana Del Rey; “Scared to be Lonely” by Dua Lipa; “Here with me”, by the Killers; “Always” by Gavin James.
***
How it started...
You were 19 years old when you finally got the chance to study cinema at Y/C's university. An old dream you had, to be able to transmit onscreen all your ideas. Your family encouraged you to pursuit the academy of arts in order to become an actress, but you thought yourself too introspective to act.
Well, here you were when you met him. The one who was destined to remain a principal figure in your life over the years. Taking acting classes--well, you did need to study it anyway--you bumped into Hayden Christensen.
"Excuse me", he said to you, a little out of breath.."Is this the acting class with Miss H/N? I fear I am slightly late..."
You remembered finding his blue eyes the handsomest pair of eyes you ever came across with: they were intense, secretive, but friendly too, somewhat emotional. You were instantly captivated.
"Yes, it is. And you are not in the slightest late, young man, but /very/ late indeed. Come in, take your seat, I'll have you updated..."
He gives you a long gaze, relieved for being saved from a bigger trouble—and you can tell he is a freshman like you.
“My name is Y/N”, you side smirk at him.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I am Hayden.”
You both shake hands. Something ignites within, but you think it’s because he has such a good aura…
*
“You are such a great actress!”, he is telling you, so many months later. “Quit with the production, you are better than me in decorating the lines.”
You grimace, which makes him laugh. The sound of his laughter is so comforting, like this call to your home.
“I don’t like this acting thing”, you dismiss his compliments nonchalantly. Today, you are in a cafeteria, celebrating the end of another semester. One more to go and you will be ready to keep up with your lives, though you and Hayden had vowed to each other never to be apart. “I feel more comfortable behind the cameras. By the way, I just had this idea!”
And then you lean to him, ready to shake him by his shoulders. He nearly chokes with his coke—but then laughing as always because your impulsiveness often brings him to laughters.
“For the love of God, woman. Do you want to see me dead before the time?”
You side smirk, silently apologizing with your puppy eyes. Hayden smiles back, before encouraging with what you had to say with only a nod. As you do, he seems to suddenly notice how nice your hair looks this day.
“I just had the greatest idea ever! I could film your audition and send to George Lucas. The Star Wars director is looking for someone of our age to portray young Anakin Skywalker. You know, before he becomes Darth Vader, of course.”
Hayden is taken aback by what you tell him. You can see the mix of sentiments that rises behind his blue eyes: insecurity, suspicious before reasoning to excitement.
“What? Are you for real, Y/N? How come did you hear about it? I mean…”
You tell him how your internship led you to it. This is how the fun begins, how both of you in fact begin your career.
*
You are there in every moment of his life: when Hayden has to conciliate his last semester with the filming of “Episode II: Attack of the Clones”, when he tells you that he and his on-screen romantic pair are having a thing.
He is also present at your graduation, the moment when you begin to transit to adulthood. What about it when you get yourself drunk for the very first time?
He is there too.
“I hate the taste of alcohol”, you grumble, unsure how come you are at his couch. “It aches my stomach, makes me sick.”
Hayden chuckles at how all of a suddenly you turn into these kind of discoveries after spending five years in college doing nothing but well behaving. However, due to such a strong bond you two share, he takes care of you.
“This is the moment where I tell you something you told me once: better to put out than to swallow all in.”
You raise your face, eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Did you just hear yourself?!”
“Wasn’t that what you told me?”
“No!”, you laugh hard at his remark. “Oh my God, H!”
He chuckles after you.
“Well, it did make you laugh, didn’t it?”
***
• The subtle changes…
You are single again. Your ex dumped you. Coincidently, Hayden is single as well. He’s also been going through a difficult phase in his life after all the critics coming from the fans of “Star Wars”. “Episode III” of the franchise didn’t go that well and even though it’s been a year since it’s release, he’s still affected by it.
“We’ve been through so much together”, Hayden tells you one day. “We should definitely do something new for a change.”
“I agree”, you sigh. Currently unemployed, you haven���t been yourself lately either. “Any thoughts?”
“A good journey would do us well. Let us go to Scotland”, so he says, excited. “Come on, Y/N. I’ll let you drive!”
You chuckle at his old tendency to be so reckless. And you do so because you can’t refuse him anything. A bad omen you clearly ignore, of course.
“Very well. When should we do this trip?”
But why’d you bother to ask when you know the answer? Hayden smiles warmly at him.
Oh that damn smile…
“Tomorrow. I’ve already bought the tickets and booked the hotel.”
You scoff at him, offended.
“What? Why? Are you taking me for granted, Christensen? For the love of God…”
Just like that he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder, smiling as you scream out of surprise. As he puts you down, Hayden messes with your hair, delighted when seeing he’s the reason of your amusement.
And he realizes this is a nice view to contemplate: the sight of your smile, the sound of your laughters, the joy that sparks in your eyes… Seeing you like this makes him genuinely smile in his turn and forget about his bad phase.
But he doesn’t realize that this may mean something else. Or perhaps he doesn’t want to. It’s been years now since you and him became the closest of the friends, so what if all of this is just the result of genuine admiration from one friend to the other?
Regardless, he’s going to take you with him to Scotland. And so you go with him… It is wild to consider how you are usually all straight, not doing nothing that goes out the line all the whilst Hayden is more prompted to take chances and live the present quite intently.
On that fact you blame him being very aries all the whilst you, as taurus lady, prefer to know where you are going. However, he makes life so interesting that even you, as already observed, cannot deny him anything.
So here you are now at Edinburgh.
“I love everything that is medieval”, you tell him excitedly with a spark in your eyes that makes Hayden smile. He does like when you speak passionately about the things you are interested. “I cannot believe I took so long to come here!”
“Yeah, me neither!”
It is a good time to be alive, both of you agree. The landscape is seductive, peaceful, traits much sought after such a bad period you both went through. People too are kind, albeit reserved, but very pleasant.
Those days are being built in your memory as something great to be remembered, but perhaps there is just more that neither seem too attentive…
“Lady, one bedroom with two beds”, asks Hayden, when you got to London eventually because he, of course, is a man who plans very little—much to your distress, the woman who likes everything settled.
But this is not any hotel, but a fanciful one. The said lady looks at him pitifully.
“Mr Christensen, my apologies, but there is only a suite with one bed.”
You two blush, but Hayden somehow doesn’t mind it. This is when you realize you not only don’t mind it but you also want it…badly. Perhaps that’s why you sabotage it.
“You know what? Let’s make it for another day. Come now, Hayden. Thank you”, you blurt out, pushing him outside.
“What the hell was that?”, he frowns at you. “Y/N, what’s wrong with sharing a bed? Do you honestly think anything would happen or what?”
He doesn’t realize his words hurt you, but in truth there is more than his subtle frustration at your refusal allows him to admit. There is an unspoken rising desire between you.
And of course you have to ruin everything.
“I just… please don’t be upset! It’s because I cannot afford it and…” and you tell him the other reason for it, which appeases his anger and is more palpable than you’d care to admit: you are expecting an interview.
Hayden softens, naturally, but you know he’s changed. You hate it because you know why. There are so many things that suddenly rise in your throat but they die choked.
Somehow Hayden knows it too. But he chickens away. He hugs you instead, not willing to lose his best friend.
“I’m sorry for being such an impulsive jackass. But we did have a great time, didn’t we?”
Oh but if only you knew what waits for you back to US…
***
• The marriage
Here you are, dressed in yellow, standing as a maid in honor for the bride and groom. Your heart breaks because you realize a little too late that you are in love with your best friend.
Worse is: had you accepted to share one bed with Hayden in London, everything would be different. Yeah, you may not have gotten that job as a producer of that movie, but Hayden wouldn’t meet Rachel Bilson.
Nonetheless, here you are. Celebrating their vows, wondering if you could be there for a moment, what would be like if you were her.
“Hey, Y/Nickname!”, Hayden exclaims after the ceremony is over. He is wearing his gorgeous smile and dressed in fanciful robes, which all highlights his handsomeness. But you have learned to bury everything deep inside your heart. A secret that you’d take to your grave.
“I can’t believe you are married, Hay!”, you giggle when you greet him with a tight embrace. “I’m so happy for you! Oh my God, look how grown up you are!”
He laughs quietly.
“I know right? Who’d ever thought? The idea of marriage was hardly ever entertained for me”, so he says.
“Oh right! As I told Rachel once, I do have recollections of your drunkenness state and all that came between”, you laugh too, remembering the first time he had a hangover.
“What a time to be alive”, says Hayden in his typical good mood.
As you speak, you do seem to come to terms that if he is happy, so are you. You are at peace with it at long last. Hayden, on his turn, for a time seems to have suspected that you harbored feelings for him. But he always ignored it for the sake of your friendship. Now seeing how genuinely happy you are for him, certainly he believes it was all a thing of his head.
But why does he have a bittersweet taste of it?
“Could you introduce me to that man over there?” You nudge his sides, pointing to a handsome man that is not very far from Rachel herself.
Hayden raises an eyebrow.
“Really, now, Y/N?”
“You don’t expect me to be a nun, do you?”
He chuckles.
“Well I don’t want to see you get hurt, is all…”
Quite unwillingly, though, he leads the way. And maybe the night will not end that bad for you, after all.
***
•The divorce and the consequences…
In fact, looking back now it was really a great job pushing Hayden to introduce the guy to you because he ended up becoming your boyfriend.
This new relationship of yours, however, changed the dynamics of your friendship with Hayden for some time—but maybe it was all because he was living a different life now, becoming a father in the process.
A few years rolled upon, though, when everything started to fall apart—for you and Hayden. You found out that your new relationship was damaged because you and your boyfriend were scared to be lonely. A crisis developed to fights, to exchange of words that only broke hearts.
In the meantime, Hayden realized how long he missed his best friend. His own marriage started to fall apart, but the more it broke down, the more he needed you again.
Was it a selfish wish to have you by his side? Such questionings never reached you out due to his pride, that masked his hurt. Perhaps he was only scared to be lonely too. He could deal with it himself.
Nonetheless, destiny—the same destiny that pushed one from the other—is about to bring you two together again. One call and your night would be different.
You are single now, ready to go out that night with your girlfriends when suddenly a phone call startles you. It’s Hayden. Your heart races: he hasn’t been the one to call, and hasn’t done so for a long while.
“Hey, H. How are you? Haven’t heard of you for some time. Is everything ok?”, you ask, concerned.
There is a pause that accelerates your heart. You know he is not well. Before he answers, you immediately add:
“I’ll be in your home in a few minutes.”
“I’ll give you the new address. I’m not living with Rachel anymore: we got divorced.”
You are stunned upon those words. Now your silence leaves Hayden uncomfortable. He breaks it by saying:
“Y/Nickname? Are you there?”
“Yes, honey, I am. I’m so sorry, Hay. Please stay there… I’ll be on my way.”
He chuckles.
“Where else would I go to?”
In a matter of minutes, after requesting an Uber, you, dressed the way you are, arrive to his new home. Hayden side smirks when seeing you, though how he eyes you up and down makes you blush lightly.
“Wow, Y/N. Looking hot, aren’t you?”, he laughs when seeing the pink painting your cheeks, hugging you tight when receiving you. “Please tell me I didn’t ruin your night.”
You slap his shoulder playfully, eyes rolling at his drama.
“Don’t say bullshit to me, Christensen. I just wish I knew it properly before. I hope you don’t mind me looking like this.”
“You have always been a distraction to my eyes”, he teases you, pleased to see nothing has really changed between the two of you. “We need some wine, it’s not really a warming night, I suppose.”
As you look into his new apartment, he promptly gets the best wine to serve you. Without your knowledge, Hayden’s eyes follow your moves: noticing your y/c hair is now on your shoulders, how vivid your eyes are, remaining as observing and curious as before.
He cannot help admiring you physically too: though this is a cold night and you are dressed accordingly, when you drop your black coat on his coach, he sees your warming blouse shows some skin.
Indeed, Y/N, looking as hot and beautiful as always. Such is his thought.
He never really told you but Rachel was jealous of you. According to her, she could see you harbored feelings for him and part of her feared Hayden would correspond. Nonsense, he’d tell her.
But now, was she really so wrong? Yet, another and more important question he asks himself is: how could have he let go of you? Not only about matters of sentimentalism, but you’ve been an important piece of his life.
Seeing you back hurts his heart because he now sees the stupidity in letting go of you. He wishes he could have asked you to wait for him, to never let go of you. But this is such a state of complex selfishness that he quiets his internal riot and puts a smile on his lips when bringing the two of you the best wine he has, aware you prefer the sweet ones.
“I was admiring your new apartment”, you tell him, smiling in thanks as he passes you a full glass. “Whoa, looks like we are having a full drinking night, aren’t we? Christensen, I am not that young anymore. Not sure I am prepared to have a full hangover again.”
Hayden cracks loud and the sound of his laughters makes your heart skip a beat. Nothing feels different, you think, pleased.
“I’m bringing us something to eat, silly head. Besides I’ve always taken care of you, right?”
“That is true”, you agree. “But what are we having to eat today?”
“Always hungry, eh?”, he teases you.
You shrug playfully before saying:
“What can I do? I am a Taurus, you know it!”
He rolls his eyes, laughing loud again at your remarks—and that sound has always made your heart race, hasn’t it?
“Not with that astrology nonsense again!”
You slap his arm playfully before joining him in chuckles.
“Always with that astrology nonsense, silly.”
It is not until pizza is brought to you that the serious conversation is finally there.
“So what happened, Hayden?”, you ask him softly.
He sighs heavily, avoiding your gaze. He is silent, but you are patient, giving some time, for which he appreciates it.
“How often do we fall for the idea our minds make of the person?”, says he, sounding frustrated. “Not rarely we come to romantic ideas of marriage that break before the crude reality, you know? It’s not just about being different, Y/N, it’s… the commitment, I suppose, in making everything right. Turns out we had very different ideas of making it right.”
“I’m sorry, Hay. I really am”, you speak gently, taking his hand to yours, realizing how broken he is makes your heart sensitive to his pain.
He appreciates it, but when feeling your skin against him, Hayden is remembered the days before he met Rachel. The way he made you smile, the jokes that brought him to laughters. How easily it was to be around you, how you softened him. He, who was never a sentimental man, hugged you more times than he realized.
But Hayden sweeps away such memories.
“I am too. But I am fine now”, he shrugs. “I mean, not entirely recovered, but better than being broken.”
“Take your time, it’s the best you can do. How long has it been going on?”
Hayden hesitates but says:
“Six months.”
Your eyes go wide and your voice comes louder than expected:
“YOU HAVE GONE THROUGH A DIVORCE SIX MONTHS AGO?”
At least he has the decency to blush.
“Hayden! How could you keep me in secret for such a long time?!”
You’d remove his hand but Hayden doesn’t let you to. Pulling you to his side, he says, almost in a tone of desperation:
���I thought I could handle this by myself”, he explains. “I really didn’t want to bother you…”
Perhaps it’s the wine, but your tongue runs loose with words that have long been choked in your throat.
“And what am I to you? A second option, a plan B that didn’t work out? You’ve kicked me out of your life, Hayden. You’ve never called me to ask me if I was doing ok!”
He gives you a painful look that makes you regret instantly of what you said. You’d think he let go of you and a fight would come—this happened once when both of you were drunk, though by then you were both silly and immature.
“I’ve got a war in my mind for a long while”, he exclaims, holding your wrist and he pulls you even closer to him. “I was fucking stupid, I screwed it, I know. But never would I kick you out of my heart, Y/N! And I… I’m sorry I was fucking blinded by my pain. But only because I feared to hurt you.”
You await for his burst to end, very familiar with his intensity—but when his blue eyes search for yours, your soul is denuded.
Oh fuck.
“I stepped away because he was a douchebag”, he proceeds. “You deserved better than such a man, Y/N. I’ve heard of his doings but I couldn’t reach you out when… when I was in the mid of a crisis myself.”
“You’ve always been too shut in yourself to let others in”, you sigh. “But what relation is there with the fact I was in a relationship?”
“You deserved better”, he says with greeted teeth, holding your face with his hands, both of you barely noticing how your bodies have been dancing dangerously close to each other. “You are still slow after all this time?”
You are shocked, perplexed by his words. You freeze. Hayden smiles slowly at your reaction.
“I feel it everywhere, nothing scares me anymore. I won’t let you go. Now now, not ever. Fuck, I married the wrong person. Heaven has always been my favourite place on Earth when I was with you.”
“You have always been the best”, you mumble incoherently.
Just like that your lips clash against his. In between fervent kisses, where he pulls you to his lap, no reason is admitted. Not anymore.
“I’ve missed you, Y/Nickname”, he groans against your lips. “Like the sun misses the moon.”
“Always the romantic”, you chew his bottom lip as your hands run over his hair, pulling it gently. “Don’t want your memories anymore. Fuck, Christensen, you took so long.”
“This is not a game, I swear”, he breaks the kiss to pursuit your skin, his tongue already on your neck as his hands hold your hips, making you feel his rigid pants.
“Oh Lord. My worst sin is to never be able to refuse you anything”, you hate how wine makes you speak your mind.
Raising his head to watch you intently, he messes with your hair before holding your chin, drawing you closer to him.
Oh that intensity that involves one to the other!
“Then make me a sinner too for giving you all that you deserve.”
You crawl over him, you know you do, when your tongue pursuits his, one pairs the other rhythmically, perfectly. And then he lies you there on the couch, hands already working to remove your pants.
His eyes are set on yours like that of a hunter about to capture his prey. He knows you are on fire and that he is the gasoline. You lean partly to remove his shirt, hands all over him. You gasp when feeling his muscles under your touch and you want more, but…
“Patience, Y/Nickname”, his voice is husky and domineering when laying you down again.
“Yes, Master”, you giggle softly, in such a state that makes you both smile to the other.
And just like that his hands find way to your thighs, gently parting before inserting one right there in your feminine parts, not really taking away your panties for such.
“Oh, God!” You moan sensually, enjoying his eyes on you as he works wonderfully on you. “This is better than I thought!”
“Is it?”, he groans softly in your ear. “How long have you been thinking about it, dear one?”
“For a long while! God knows how much…”, another moan breaks you, earning him a smirk. “Hayden…”
“Yeah?”
“I fucked him thinking about you”, you admit.
His eyes dart, his body shakes lightly with desire. Slowly moving on top of you, his moves increase intently, watching you with desire.
“Damned be you for never speaking your thoughts to me”, he lifts your blouse gently but you help him removing it. As he starts to kiss your neck down to your chest, your legs begin to get heavy at his tenderness. “You should have spoken it to me…”
“Never had I the courage to do so”, you moan, enjoying having his hand over your neck lightly as he bites down your bra, slowly removing it with his mouth.
“For you should. It would have spared us some time. I fucked her thinking of you too”, he admits it drunkly before burying his lips to your nipple, much to your delight.
Hayden ruins you and it’s better than you could have thought. You want him to yourself, to make him unspeakable things but it’s difficult to do or say anything when his lips are so occupied with each nipple, twirling his tongue around it, sucking and biting it.
The sounds in his living room go louder each time. You are brought to heaven, and only then you take control of yourself again.
“Hayden…”, you barely speak when he finishes with you.
You both are a puddle of mess when you, nude, sit over his lap. You share a drunk look, one filled with the darkest desires for so long muffled, now brought to light.
“Yes, babe?” He kisses your shoulders, groaning as you rub yourself against his hardness. “Will you forgive me for such a behavior?”
His words are barely heard when his head is thrown back because your skillful hands find way to his pants and remove it so soon.
You glance at his manhood, impressed by how it is when it’s this hard under your touch.
“You don’t deserve forgiveness”, you giggle softly as you start rubbing it, enjoying to feel the drip of it. “You should be punished.”
He holds back a gasp at your words. Now eyeing you, interested in your upcoming moves. And when you slide to your knees…
“Babe…”
“Yeah?”
One glance. Unspoken words fill the air. And you take with his mouth at long last, not stopping until you have it all down your throat.
“For God’s sake!”, he gasps. “I can’t wait any longer to have you with me!”
All gentleness is left aside when he helps you settle on his lips and he slides inside you. To feel him throbbing like this, going so hard in you makes you arch your back.
“This feels so good!”
His hands move down your back as his lips pursuit your skin, licking and taking every bit of you—though he does know how much you enjoy when he takes his time around your nipples, which he does graciously.
But it’s not until his eyes meet yours, sealing your lips as much as you seal your bodies together, that all is at long last truly consumed….
***
• Nowadays
In a sober state, everything is better appreciated. Hayden watches as you gleefully prepare breakfast. There is nothing but genuinely love in his eyes.
What had started as an explosion of sentiments for so long kept in secret has now flown to what should have always been: a genuine relationship. From friends to lovers. From lovers to something better.
He smiles, not now missing the lateness of his realization that you have always been the love of his life. He stands and moves to behind you, holding you close and smelling your scent as you prepare him some eggs.
“What? I’ve been sensing your eyes over me”, you giggle like a little girl. “Don’t get me weak again, Christensen. This is so not you.”
He turns you at him and holds your face between his hands.
“I love you, Y/Nickname.”
Hayden smiles wide when seeing a blush painting your cheeks. And he beams when you tell him the same.
“I love you too, H. Though I fear I love you more.”
“That is not true”, he protests in between laughters.
But before you fall into that old cliche you and him enjoy in secret intimacy, breakfast is ready. As you two enjoy that morning moment, it doesn’t strike as how many years have passed before you two achieved it at long last.
“I have news to tell”, says Hayden with a bright smile on his lips.
You rest your chin over your hands and say:
“Well? Tell me at once.”
He appreciates all the love that comes from you. The way you look at him, how genuinely you listen and help him in every moment, how kind you always are, how sincere you speak your heart out. So many virtues and even your flaws he appreciates.
There is so much love between the lines and out of them too.
“I was asked to play Anakin Skywalker again.”
And how fantastic you are as his soon to be wife when you jump in his arms excited with his news.
“That is awesome, my darling! I’m so happy for you!”
“A better start than I could have thought”, he admits, pulling you to sit on his lap.
“You deserve it all”, you brush your lips against his. “I love you, my heart.”
“I love you, my soul”, he whispers back.
And this is the ending you deserve.
***
•Epilogue…
When you show up dressed in red—from your full lips to your body—Hayden feels something rise in his chest.
“My God, you look gorgeous, Y/N…”, so he says mischievously when you show up after leaving him waiting for 30 minutes. “It was worth the time…”
You giggle, blushing lightly after all this time. Your hair is loose wavily, put on side as you wear the necklace and earrings Hayden gifted you in your birthday.
“Don’t be silly. Have they arrived yet?”
The occasion is to celebrate Hayden and Ewan’s series “Kenobi”. Hayden’s aforementioned friend said he was going to pick them up in a limo so they’d go all together.
“They are about to… which leaves us a few minutes”, he places right behind you, holding your waist tightly.
“Hayden… It took me some time to get properly dressed. Besides, I…” you get lost at your words when he starts kissing your neck and his hands move up and down your back.
“What are you trying to say?”
Hayden smirks, enjoying the effect he has over you. It’s been some good years since you got together, but even now he manages to get you speechless.
“I…”
Your mind goes blank when he turns you to the mirror and see the naughty look that rests in those blue eyes. His hands move to your breasts, playing with your nipples before slowly exposing them.
“Hayden… they are….” You moan softly, struggling to keep your composure.
He turns you now against the wall of your bathroom, mouth dropping to your full chest all the whilst his hands move to your thighs.
“Hmm”, he sings softly, humming against your skin. “Hot as hell, wife.”
You try not to fall from your heels.
“Hayden!” You cry out when his fingers find all the way to you.
“You get your man on knees every single time. Getting me overzealous, uh?”, he smirks when going to his knees. “All wet for me, honey? Let me taste you thus…”
You are almost ruined as he does so, his tongue in you the way you want him to. You forget yourself, forget the reason why this expensive gown you bought three months ago was quite difficult to dress—precisely why you’d want to tell him by the end of the night.
You forget your state, you forget you should be checking time before your friends arrive. There is nothing to remember as he fucks you with his tongue deliciously until you are about to come undone…
Just like that he lifts your thighs and before you complain, he slides his manhood within, fucking you slowly and pleasantly.
“Oh God!” You scream but he has to quiet your sounds, especially because… the bell is rang.
“That was quick”, he manages to say breathlessly as he rushes to keep himself recomposed.
You giggle, suddenly shy as you do the same.
“Indeed…”
Hayden finds you adorable and peppers kisses around your face.
“They can wait a little. I thought you wanted to say something… you know, before…”
You two share a giggle and he smiles when you bury your face in his shoulder.
“I… I am pregnant, H.”
He hugs you closer. What a night, what a life with you is. Hayden Christensen could not have been any happier…
#star wars#star wars imagine#imagine star wars#Hayden Christensen#Anakin Skywalker#darth vader#Hayden Christensen smut#hayden christensen x y/n#Hayden Christensen x female reader
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Hi, I’m glad you’re bringing this topic up without it feeling like you’re going to be rude—in fact you’re being kind about it.
I do wish she’d speak up on a lot of topics. I live in the south, but am not a “typical southerner”. I’m a queer liberal. I would’ve loved for her to say something about the reproductive rights that were taken away from my state the very week she played multiple shows here, but she didn’t. Or to have voter registration available at the venue.
But back to Palestine, which is an absolute genocide. I’ve been torn wondering if I’m simply wanting her to speak up on it because it’s what I believe is right—or do I think it would effect change? I don’t know the answer to that, but you seem better versed than I am, and I guess I’m hoping this is a safe space to ask that. What would we hope comes from Taylor speaking out about this? I am trying to think critically about this, so I hope you won’t see this as me disagreeing. I really do wish she would. I just don’t if what we’re asking of her would end up being performative for the public, or would it effect real change to save lives in Palestine?
Hi anon, firstly, I’m so sorry to hear that your reproductive rights were stripped from you and your fellow citizens. If there’s anything I can do to help – whether that be signing a petition or donating to women in need – please let me know.
Secondly, I do want to make sure this is a safe space for swifties (especially those of us who are minorities and often feel overlooked in the fandom) to express their thoughts because its important that we use our critical thinking skills as opposed to following someone blindly and without question (we’re not sheep, after all).
To answer your questions, “What would we hope comes from Taylor speaking out about this?” and “would it effect real change to save lives in Palestine?” there are 2 main points worth discussing.
Firstly, the most obvious point is that Taylor herself believes in activism and has stated that "I need to be on the right side of history". For reference, please see her Miss Americana documentary, her Rolling Stone interview on discussing white privilege as well as a bunch of other times she has made her stance clear (Tweets about Trump, interviews in her Lover era, her speech during Pride Month etc.).
Unfortunately, because she no longer participates in activism and hasn’t for a long time now during the peak of her career, it’s fair to criticise her previous activism during her Lover era as performative or selective.
It begs the question, “Does she no longer care about standing up for what is right?”
Secondly, to answer your question: yes, speaking out and doing the right thing matters and makes a difference. And there are three reasons for this:
The principle: to be on the right side of history
Safety of the oppressed (recently, Swifties have been caught committing hate crimes against minorities and doxing Palestinians)
It makes a difference (e.g. donations feed the hungry and poor, awareness leads to better voting outcomes which in turn leads to better policy decisions).
I’ve already spoken about the first point.
The second point is especially relevant following recent events where Swifties have harmed minorities (see below). In this case, it’s important for an influential leader of a powerful fandom to make their stance clear on a genocide so that innocent people don’t get harmed.
And the third point is that activism matters because it creates a real impact. For example, The Weeknd recently donated millions of dollars to families in Gaza which means people who are starving and are victims of genocide can at least be fed. Because Taylor is a billionaire, she has the capacity to spare a few dollars to feed those who are starving like her celebrity peers – Gigi Hadid, The Weeknd, Dua Lipa etc.
This is especially important for Taylor because the IDF and the State of Israel use her and her music in their PR strategies (see their post about her bodyguard on the social media account of Israel). This is similar to when Trump and the Republicans actively used her in their PR strategies and spoke about how much they liked her and so she became a darling of the extreme Right. That was until she came out and said she was against white supremacy and showed public support for the Dems.
Finally, as @placeinthisworld so eloquently put it, “friendly reminder you can love taylor swift but still be critical about her silence about politics and current events because tbh it’s pretty obvious where her values lie now”. Here are other Swiftie’s who are more articulate than me:
Anyway, I hope this answers the question of why her fans (including me) are disappointed in her decision to remain deathly silent on genocide.
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Mhhh I get the disappointment in shift for a queer friendly audience / atmosphere but tbh if we look at Louis behavior and his image, why would anyone bring a flag? He’s not known for engaging with them or waving them himself. To an outsider he might come across as someone who has a problem with the community, based on old actions / tweets. For artists like Dua or Beyoncé you know there’ll be many queer fans in the audience , for H you know no matter what he’ll wear a pride flag on stage every night. But it must be intimidating not knowing the vibe you’re getting into and number one priority is safety above all. It’s really sad but eg you wouldn’t take a pride flag to a Michael Bublé concert either. Not cause he’s a homophobe or cause only straight fans are there but it’s not like he stands for a known save lgbt environment or exceptional vocal support. Neither does (and tbh ever did) Louis. He saw the pride flags the past tours and didn’t really act like he was super glad they were there, so why should fans continue to put themselves out like that you know?
No, I totally get what you mean. His shows were different during the Walls tour because there was a big push toward bringing flags and doing fan projects. But it’s got less of that feel right now. Part of it his that Louis hasn’t said or done much for the community that a new fan or someone in the GP would catch. But those of us who’ve known him for years know how much he supports the community. That’s just what makes it harder to stomach.
A similar thing happened during the earlier shows of Love on Tour when the Watermelon Sugar girlies were being super nasty towards larries and queer fans and even the presence of flags. It shifted again as tour went on, but I remember people really missing the loving vibe that Live on Tour had.
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Songs4Caplan Challenge
(I located an older song fic challenge from a deleted blog I had that had this graphic on it. LOL)
Rules:
Tag me in the authors notes & send me a message with yuor fic once it's posted! (along with the hashtag so I know which Masterlist to place the fic when I post it)
Please tag the proper warnings before the fic
Can be ANY CHARACTER YOU'D LIKE!!
More than one person can write for the same prompts
RPFs are allowed
If you’d like to write for more than one song, please make them separate fics
the songs are randomly picked from my playlist, so don't judge lol.
Can be however long you’d like the fic to be, however, please be considerate to the folks using the app and place the 'keep reading' feature on your posts!!
PLEASE tag the fic as #songs4caplan so i can easily find your fics!!!
Addicted to you simple plan
Africa Toto
All downhill from here new found glory
All for you sister hazel
All summer long kid Rock
Alone together fall out boy
Amnesia 5 seconds of summer
Animals maroon 5
As it was Harry styles
as the world caves in Sarah cothran
Ashes of Eden breaking Benjamin
Attention Charlie put
Bad guy Billie eillish
Bad things jace Everett
Beautiful mistakes maroon 5
Beautiful soul Jesse McCartney
Before he cheats carrie underwood
Before you go Lewis capaldi
Beggin maneskin
Better than me hinder
Blue ain’t your color Keith urban
Burn usher
Car radio twenty one pilots
Church fall out boy
Climax usher
Come & get it Selena Gomez
Count on me Bruno mars
Criminal Fiona Apple
Deja vu Olivia rodrigo
Delicate Taylor swift
Diary Tino Coury
Dirty laundry Carrie underwood
Dirty thoughts Chloe adams
Don’t call me up Mabel
Downtown lady a
Drivers license Olivia rodrigo
Easy on Adele
End of me a day to remember
Every breath you take the police
Every morning sugar ray
Everybody hurts r.e.m.
Fall for you secondhand serenade
Fallin Alicia keys
Fast car Tracy Chapman
Flowers Miley Cyrus
For the first time the script
Forever young alphaville
Forever and ever amen randy Travis
Fuck it Eamon
Fuck you bitch wheeler walker jr
Ghost of you Justin beiber
Glimpse of us Joji
God gave me you Blake Shelton
Hate (I really don’t like you) plain white tees
Havana Camilla cabello
Heart attack Demi lovato
Heartbreak anniversary giveon
Heaven Kane brown
Hello darlin Conway twitty
Hold on, we’re going on drake
How do you sleep Jesse McCartney
Hurt Johnny cash
I fall apart post Malone
I miss you blink 182
I see red everybody loves an outlaw
I wanna be your slave maneskin
I’m not the only one Sam smith
I’m the only one Melissa Ethridge
I’m yours Alessia Cara
In my blood Shawn Mendes
It ain’t me baby me Johnny cash
Jealous nick Jonas
Just one yesterday fall out boy
Just the way you are Bruno mars
Keep Holding On Avril Lavigne
Killer queen Queen
The last of the real ones
Leave the door open Bruno mars
Leavin’ Jesse McCartney
Let her go passenger
Like I can Sam smith
Lips of an angel hinder
Little do you know Alex & sierra
Little Talks Mumfords & sons
Mama's broken heart Miranda lambert
Man down Rihanna
Misery Maroon 5
My Boo usher & Alicia keys
Needed Me Rihanna
Never gonna be alone Nickelback
New Rules Dua Lipa
Not Over You Gavin DeGraw
Obsessed Mariah Carey
One Call Away Charlie Puth
One More Night Maroon 5
Our Song Taylor Swift
Picture KidRock & Sherry Crow
PillowTalk Zayn Malik
Please Don’t Leave Me Pink
Red Taylor Swift
Remember the time Michael Jackson
Rolling in the deep Adele
Say My Name Destiny’s Child
Say So Doja Cat
She’s Got You Patsy Cline
Shower Becky G
Smokin out the Window Bruno Mars
Someone You Loved Lewis Capaldi
Stay With Me Sam Smith
Take a Bow Rihanna
Take Me to Church Hozier
Take You Dancing Jason Derulo
There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back Shawn Mendes
Title Meghan Trainor
Too Good at Goodbyes Sam Smith
Too Little Too LAte JoJo
Trip Ella Mae
Trouble P!Nk
True Love P!NK
Unfaithful RIhanna
Unholy Sam smith
Unsteady X Ambassadors
Uptown Girl Billy Joel
Wait For You Elliot Yamin
Walk Me Home P!NK
Walkin After Midnight Patsy Cline
Want U Back Cher Lloyd
What a Man Gotta Do Jonas Brothers
What Ifs Kane Brown
Wolves Selena Gomez
Would You Go With Me? Josh Turner
You Found Me The Fray
You Had Me @ Hello A Day to Remember
You Need to Calm Down, Taylor Swift
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SENTENCE MEME DUA LIPA / DUA LIPA
in the beginning, god created heaven and earth.
your body is the one paradise that i wanna fly to every day and every night.
i've been sick and tired of running.
these late nights don't mean nothing.
i just wanna apologize.
i need your love.
i need your touch.
this is getting serious.
tell me that it's not the end of us.
how can we go back to the beginning?
without you, i've got no air to breathe.
we can start all over again.
my deep intuition tells me that i'm doing you wrong.
just say you forgive me and don't let me go.
my will keeps bending and breaking.
i wanna die in your love all night.
one taste and i'm hooked on it.
i'm addicted to your light.
he calls me the devil.
i make him want to sin.
it's the darker side of me that makes you feel so numb.
we're hot like hell.
am i the answer to your prayers?
not finished with you yet.
you're not fooling anyone.
come back to me, we can work this out.
i won't let you down and run.
there is nothing i wouldn't do for you.
you got inside my head.
you have got me wrong.
i don't need your love.
i already cried enough.
you say you're sorry, but it's too late now.
i don't give a fuck.
play the victim and switch your position.
i see you begging on your knees.
you're all in the past.
you talk that sweet talk, but i ain't coming back.
you can't tame me.
if you don't like the way i talk, then why am i on your mind?
if we don't fuck this whole thing up, i can blow your mind.
used to think that this love was heaven sent.
are we leaving the garden of eden?
tonight i'm so self-conscious.
nothing's ever perfect in paradise.
don't know what it's worth until you pay the price.
when you bite your tongue does it draw blood?
i would die for you. would you do that for me?
i hurt you and you hurt me.
we did some things that we can never take back.
some things are not meant to last.
let's love like there's no goodbye.
let our bodies say what we can never seem to communicate.
i can't stop thinking about you.
he makes me feel like nobody else.
you know he's only calling because he's drunk and alone.
don't be his friend, you know you're gonna wake up in his bed again.
if you're under him, you ain't getting over him.
i keep pushing forward, but he keeps pulling me backward.
you're the only remedy.
all my bones are begging me to beg for you.
you give me a reason, something to believe in.
it's a bittersweet feeling.
i wish i was there with you.
all my dreams have come true.
last night, my fantasies came true.
it just got complicated.
it's time you started listening.
karma's got a kiss for you.
why are you blaming me for all your insecurities?
you're like a king with a crown looking down.
you should've never done something like that to someone.
i hope that one day you will change.
we're more than machines.
do you feel complete?
you've been telling me some lies.
even though i run away, i still come back.
i know you're bad for me.
me and you together are like a loved up bruise.
i'll make you an offer that you can't refuse.
you won't go breaking my heart.
i guess we're misunderstood.
the heaven's forgave me.
let's be bad, make the devil smile.
i know that you miss me when i'm gone.
i need someone to hold on to.
you're the only thing i know.
close to you, i feel like i'm at home.
we were built to last.
take my hand.
dive in this romance.
we could burn and crash.
it's way too soon to feel so strong.
was it worth it?
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Learn Here Dua to Make Someone Miss You
Dua to make someone miss you is for those couples who want to create the feeling of love in the heart of someone. Almost everyone in this world misses someone in their life because everyone has a heart that contains true feelings. So if you are also one of them who is looking for dua to make someone miss you, then this is the right article that will help you. With the help of this dua, someone…
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Pat Quinn - Just Dance OC
Dancitizen | Non-binary | he/him
Appearances - Physical by Dua Lipa l (background)
Glove - none
Naturally kind and inclusive, Pat is the kind of person who will always try to be friends with someone at least once. He's impulsive, infrequently thinking for more than a few seconds before acting on his first thought.
While he tries to think the best of everyone, typically seen as optimistic and positive, he does not suffer idiots and once his trust is broken, you have to work really hard to get it back again, if you even can.
Pat believes in the power of the individual as much as, if not more than, the power of the group. Everyone can make a difference, and no matter what, that difference matters. He doesn't trust anyone who tends to focus or comment on the bigger picture. To him those people tend to miss out on the details like the people who get affected by their decisions.
Chaotic Good - will do what he believes is right even if it is unsafe or unwise to do so
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Day 5: "I can't take this anymore."
T/W: Disturbing visions, violence, implied harm or death, vivid sensory descriptions, implied SA (in a vision), pushed to breaking point, ladywhump, superheroes, 'can't-save-everyone'.
@ailesswhumptober A/N: As much as I love medical whump and lab whump, I decided to try different styles and situations as well so it wasn't as repetitive and some prompts are more fitting for that sort of whump than others, so rest assured there will be more med/lab whump to come later in the month! ^^ Thank you so much for all of your support and follows so far it truly means a lot ^^ xx
They say that Allah will never give us more than we can bear. That he will never burden us with more than he knows we can physically take. I have never questioned that myself. He gave me this gift for a purpose — and it is my duty to use it to the very best of my ability as one of the city's sidekicks, to do good for others, as he would want. That's what I tell myself every day — no matter what kind of strain it puts on me, Allah knows I can take it.
"Take your time, alright? We have a lot to get through today."
I read Liam's lips carefully, fiddling with my hearing aids to be sure that I understood everything correctly.
Take my time he says, but every second counts...
Slowly, I step up to the tables in front of me, silently adjusting my hijab. On top of them are various items found from the latest missing person investigations. Their nature varies from stray articles of clothing to a small plush rabbit. Each of them are no doubt precious or related to someone — some poor missing soul in need of our help.
And I have the chance to save them.
Drawing in a breath, I reach out for the first item — a yellow silk scarf. Closing my hands over it, I close my eyes — and allow my prophetical Third Eye to naturally activate. I focus fully on the scarf, on the soft sensation in my hands, on the sweet floral perfume scent of its wearer. The aroma fills my nostrils, joined by—
Aftershave. Strong overpowering aftershave. The scent makes me gag as it constricts my throat. A man hovers over me. Forties. Tanned. Brunette. I take in every feature. I have to remember it, as if my life depends on it. Terror suddenly rushes through me. I feel my heart pounding in my chest. The cool air brushes across my exposed skin. His rough hands grab at my face, tilting it back. He sneers at me. I can see his lips moving, but I cannot hear the words. No sounds at all. I don't need them to know what will happen next—
"Dua?"
N-no, NO—!
Gasping, my hands tear up the next item in my desperation to escape — a small leather wallet. The scenes morphs around me—
"Dua, what is it? What's going on?"
The mattress creaks. He's sitting up, grabbing at my shirt. He tears it open down the middle, exposing my abs. His hands mercilessly invade me, before slowly reaching for his belt. I try to kick, but my feet are tied. I've never been so scared in life. His pants come off—
"Dua!"
I'm barely aware of the tears running down my cheeks as I frantically grab onto the next item—
Cold. Icy cold. My muscles are locked, frozen. Everything ripples and shimmers around me. Every move is too much. Water rushes into my lungs. I'm so cold, so cold — I should have listened to Mom—!
"I-I'm sorry...!"
A sob slips free. I almost knock the table over as I grab onto the furry bunny—
Cigarette smoke. It’s him. He's coming. He's going to keep hurting me. No matter how much I plead. The pain hurts so much. Why won’t he stop hitting me? W-was I a bad boy? Oh God, send me an angel to—!
The smells. The sights. The sensations. The pain. The terror—
The next one—
Scattered leaves. Hooded figures. Blood sticking to my hands. Sharp chemical fumes—
It's too much—
Red soaking into my shirt. Multiple boxes. A distant warehouse. Blindingly bright lights. A raised shining blade—
"Dua!"
T-too much!
The next—
Smoke. Thick pungent smoke filling the air. A stronger scent accompanies it. Petrol. Fumes. It's suffocating. Can’t breathe — can’t BREATHE!
"Hnnk!”
"Dua — Mark, get her away from there—!"
Pain erupting through my body. Flames licking my limbs. The nauseating stench of burning flesh. Coarse material biting into my wrists with every struggle. Scorching fire engulfing me. Can't move — can't MOVE—!
A scream rips free from my throat.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die—
"DUA!"
Hands grab onto me, yanking me away from the table. I kick and thrash against them, shrieking. My forehead sears with agony. Everything blends into one darkening haze. The scents linger in my nostrils, making me choke. Tears seep down my cheeks. I pant and gasp for breath, half-sobbing.
"N-no more...n-n-no more..."
I’m barely able to get the words out, gulping.
"Dua, look at me."
Liam's blurred face hovers in front of me. Concern creases his features. "You're safe. We've got you."
I can’t answer him, staring vacantly ahead, trapped in the nightmare of visions. as my knees quiver. "Do you want one of us to step out with you before you try again?”
For the first time since I can remember — I give in with a pitiful sob.
"I...I-I can't take this anymore. I-I'm...sor...ry..."
With that reluctant murmur of defeat, I surrender to the darkness.
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Somewhat Monthly Zutara Playlist
Ultraviolet - Stiff Dylans
She is a wave and she's breaking. She's a problem to solve. And in that circle she's making I will always revolve. And on her sight these eyes depend. Invisible and Indivisible. That fire you ignited, good, bad and undecided, burns when I stand beside it. Your light is ultraviolet.
Lonely Boy - Black Lab
You say you like to sleep alone; and I say I miss the way you breathe. You say I'd get away with murder; but you know I've paid for hurting someone I can't leave behind. Do you feel something pulling you back in? Do you see something you wanna see again? I could be the one, I could make it up to you. Take me back, I'm the lonely boy who, who loves you
Sunburst - Magnolia Park (ft. glimmers)
When I'm next to you sitting at thе park, talking about life, as the sun goes down, so does all my stress. It's moments like these that I'll always keep. Before I met you, these four walls, they were my life All these lonely nights just don't feel right. Before I met you, this was just a waste of time, but who'd have known you're the one to change my mind?
Anywhere but Here - Mayday Parade
When we're together, thoughts of her disappear. If I fell to pieces, you'd heal this pain I feel. Secret love, my escape. Take me far, far away. Secret love, are you there? Will you answer my prayer?
Bad Together - Dua Lipa
I'll make you an offer that you can't refuse. Baby, you're okay, baby, you're okay. No, you won't, won't go breaking my heart. You've seen that we got the same pain, same scar. Felt that when we got closer in the dark. Baby, I'm okay, baby, I'm okay.
#atla#zutara#monthly-ish zutara playlist#tell me what you think of the songs!#do you know any of these?#or did i put you onto something?#THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!
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"Do you have people you miss? How do you deal with it?"
It's not really a conscious thing. I usually try to keep myself busy enough to not think of them. But it doesn't always work. Their memories keep slipping through the cracks. I'd be laughing and talking to someone and then they'd very casually say something that a certain someone used to say, and suddenly the warm smile turns cold and I can't properly breathe anymore.
It's mainly just me trying to gulp down my tears and wishing more than anything that I could throw my heart out the window because I'm tired of this constant ache.
On a lot of days, it's just a lot of deep breaths, trying not to get triggered.
In worst of all worst case scenarios it's me succumbing to unhealthy coping mechanisms where I don't give myself time to think or process anything at all and end up burning out - body, mind and soul.
Often, I'm just falling ill frequently because my body tends to give up when my mind does too; my body succumbing to the aches of my heart. I am the proof that heartbreaks have tangible consequences on your health.
I try to miss them in a happy, positive way sometimes. Think of all the best times I've had with them and keep smiling at the fond memories until tears start cascading down my face before I even realise it.
But most of the time it's just me ardently making dua for them, and for myself, because Allah is the Only One Who can soothe my heart. And it's the only thing that truly works.
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Austin is scheduled to be at an LA event in the afternoon this Saturday and so is Callum. There is no way for Callum to make it to Dua's SNL appearance on the other side of the country, even if he rushes to fly out immediately after the MOTA event. He can't even make the SNL after-party by my calculations.
But he can be there the next day and for the Met Gala on Monday, and so could Austin. Austin used to be in different states from one day to the next quite often when he was campaigning for Elvis and filming "The Bikeriders."
I do wonder how long Austin was in NY this time, if he ends up going to the Met Gala, since he has to be in LA in a few days, and then right back to NY (if he goes to the Met Gala). Maybe he was in NY for some time though and just wasn't seen.
Or maybe he is not going to the Met Gala and K needed pap shots with Austin if he is not going to the Met Gala, but she wants to go and wanted to prevent break-up rumors. Or who knows. Just thinking things through.
Unfortunately, Austin had no choice but to fly back and forth from LA to Ohio due to the Elvis q&a's he had to attend in person. Those were quite important that he didn't miss them. The fact he didn't go last year is a big indicator that he probably won't go this year. As someone else mentioned, the ticket for the met gala alone would not be enough for the budget for promo of the film. If Tom Hardy and Jodie Comer were going too then there you go, Bikeriders press at the Met. But Austin going looks unlikely. imo.
I agree with you that if Kaia goes by herself, it was imperative she get pap pics with him as to clean up breakup rumors now. Im telling you, her and her team are playing a high stakes game of chess lol. always thinking one step ahead. the emmy event for palm royale isn't until may 11, so im still 50/50 on whether she is attending. she would be the kind to attend the met and then have her emmy event the following saturday, so we can clock her in as predictable.
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i found your blog and i've been going crazy bc finally someone with a brain!! i've been going insane on twiter bc ppl are so far up taylor's ass is insane the parassocial relationship is really parassocialing over there. just saw someone say that her carbon emissions are not that bad bc she is not the celeb with the most emissions anyway so why does it matter like OMG the planet is dying !!!! Dua Lipa is miss travel worldwide and she doesnt use private jets i promise you its possible !! also the claims of "she was on tour how was she supposed to travel" ummm..... have u ever heard of a tour bus ??? ppl need to go back to school *screaming crying throwing up*
anyways now about the album...i have so so much to say. for one joe was clearly a very good muse bc all her songs about him slap. but im sorry outing his depression saying he destroyed their relationship bc of it and then using an asylum as an aesthetic is crazy ?!!! like she needs therapy asap stop touring and get your ass inside a therapist's office !!! and maybe its just me but if my partner of many years cheated on me (physically or emotionally doesnt matter) while i was suffering from severe depression i wouldve kms im so serious, joe is the strongest soldier.
AND if i was joe and i was being harrassed for months i wouldve gone live and exposed all the truth i dont even care he's so much better than me!!
you can really tell that joe made her a woman bc the way she's behaving like a child now its crazy. for comparisson beyonce released lemonade when she was taylor's age and yk jay-z aside her music sounded GROWN taylor's doesnt. evermore is her magnum opus bc its her most mature album and its so good, maybe she needs to be locked again to make good music idk
im not even gonna touch on matty or ill simply collapse but her hating on him only bc he ghosted her is .... a choice. im not even gonna touch upon the 1830 lyric bc 1) im not black 2) im not american but every white fan trying to justify that lyric should just shut up and let poc speak.
anyway im so sorry for the long post but taylor is a lunatic and needs therapy. also justice for my girls olivia rodrigo and billie eillish for speaking the truth !! get behind me
a nice rant!
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