#dua to make your boyfriend loves you more

[heavyhitterheaux]

Garden

Based off the song by Dua Lipa

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

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: an amazing anon 💕

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Baby, where are you going?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Be right back."

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

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

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

"Come on, wake up!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait, what?"

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

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

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

"I…."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"2006."

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I… look now.”

“Please?!”

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

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

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

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[rhiezus]

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ” // woori x taehun pera ai mandei errado mas vale duas tb !

of all the people in the world to be on a date with, woori never imagined she would end up with taehun. she was eager to meet him ever since she knew she could and she planned the words on her mind a few times, a casual encounter like one they both never knew that could happen. instead it was a little bit orchestrated by her and his very own ex. but it definitely wasn't suppose to go like that, none of it was, this had to be the worst first date ever. she was already embarrassed enough about it, did he even had to call it out loud? woori didn't knew if he gained points for reading her mind or if he lost it for the very same reason, regardless she wanted to go home and yell at nicky on the phone for ever convincing this was a good idea in the first place.

it all started when nicky and woori met at 1night a few months ago, the connection was instant. woori always dreamed of making nicky her friend because she really admired her ever since she saw her on television for the first time, she started following her on instagram and then just waited for the perfect opportunity to introduce herself, turns out that wasn't even needed because apparently nicky also followed her so it was destined to be. she might already be drunk when she mentioned how much she loved her relationship with taehun, they laughed a lot that day and she doesn't even remember why. the important thing to notice it's that the conversation didn't stop there, they continued to talk and meet often for drinks, gossip and shopping. they even got clicked having lunch which made people question if woori was gay, to which both of them a laugh. but that very same rumor was the one that set woori on the path that she founds herself now. after nicky questioned why she wasn't dating anyone to which woori replayed that it was hard to find someone like taehun just laying around, making her friend say something like "well, then have the only taehun that exists.".

conversation comes and goes now she is here, fumbling her first date ever. like ever. not only with taehun. she didn't want to sound like a loser by saying that through a text so she never said at all, worst come to it she just thought they might met for sex and that's it. but no, he actually wanted to get to know her and that came as a surprise, so much so that she started acting weird which might have gave him the impression that she wasn't attracted to him. how could she even let that happen? she once dreamed about his shirtless scene on the tv show he met nicky. now they were walking back to his car on silence, she kept looking through the bushes and buildings, thinking someone might capture a picture of them even though they were walking a bit apart from each other. still, that was enough to make an article about how she was a homewrecker, going after her friend ex's. was that was she was worried about? well, she was twenty, famous and never had a boyfriend, she was worried about many things.

"look... let's get back into your car." she avoided the question for a few minutes, until they finally crawled into his car. thankfully he was parked in a private place so there was not the possibility of undesirable viewers in sight. now finally sited, woori took a chance to look at taehun behind the wheel. that's when her anxious mind started racing, as soon as he came to pick her up, looking incredibly dashing driving his fancy sports car. making her doubt if she was ever enough to his standards. now, thinking about it, she didn't know how could she be so stupid in the first place. she was way more famous than him and way hotter, she had the upper hand from the start. the very thought made woori laugh, hard and loud. well, to him if she wasn't weird enough before now she was not only weird but also crazy. "oh my god! i don't know why i'm laughing. i'm an idiot and i'm sorry." she fumbled through her words, looking at his worried face made her want to act. when she finally controlled her laugh, her body half jumped from her seat and her head found his, close enough now to taste his breath with a smile still on her face. "i do like you." then her lips met his in quick peck, she didn't want to open her eyes again so she kissed him again, for real this time. the kiss a little rushed but it was a damn good one, he was just great at it was she imagined he would be and afterwards they were both hot and messy. "do you believe me now?"

[xo-xojj]

Theese walls

(gif is not mine)

Oliver Otto x Male Reader

Request: Nope

Desc: Oliver and reader say somethings that if these walls could talk, they would tell them to break up. (song inspo from These Walls-Dua Lipa)

Type: Angst

Warnings: Cursing, Alleged Cheating, Argument, Angst, BitterSweet Ending

Enjoy!

"Ya know what (Y/n) your always on some bs when it comes to me and Cooper" Oliver spat at you. "All Ive asked you was instead of spending so much time with Cooper maybe spend some with your boyfriend" You said. You guys had been arguing in his bed room for about 20 minutes and it wasnt pretty. Insults were thrown left and right. Maybe, you had come off a little jealous. But thats because you were. You fet like he had spent more time with cooper than with you. And it wasn't that you didnt like Cooper. It was just something about him that made you insecure about yourself around cooper. And you possibly felt like you were loosing Oliver.

“Geez (Y/n)! You can be just so dull sometimes.“

Oliver said and while it hurt, you came back quick. “You act like its so easy to find your boyfriend dependable when hes fluid!“ You say bitterly piking at hid oast relationship with Gina, which was a sensitive topic for the boy. He was hurt, of course but nothing could prepare you for what you heard.

“Maybe we should break up......“ Oliver said bitterly. He didnt really mean it. He was just being pissy. But you ended up taking it seriously. You facial expression softened along with his. You quickly got your stuff and flying out the door. He was quickly on your trail with pleads coming out hus mouth for you to stop. He apologized a thousand times. But you didnt listen. You thought its not suposed to hurt this much.

But it did. You ran to your house crying all day long. And you fell asleeo crying.... It was over.

On the other hand, Oliver sat in his chair at his desk with a palm to his head wondering how he could fix this. “If these walls could talk“ Oliver whisperes to himseld. He wasnt stupid, but he really didnt notice you felt that way. You two both had a great poker face when you wanted to. He decided to make things right.

There was a loud knock at your door. It was about 11 at night and it was just you and the dog cooper gave you for your birthday. You jumped as the dog barked. You were scared because people usually dont knock. Especially not around that time of night. You peek through the door too see Oliver. You sighed relived but tensed up at the thought of what happened. You didnt wanna be the one to break it off. You didnt even wanna break it off. “I know you’re in there“ Oliver said as you opened the door. He walked in closing your door behind him. You sat down with him and you guys sat in silence.

That was until it was broken. “im an idiot“ Oliver spoke up. “I didnt mean anything i said back there. (y/n) i just want you to understand how much i love you.“ Oliver your hand. You broke down and cried into his chest. “I know, Im sorry“ He said rocking youu back n forth. He kissed you softly. “We were really toxic back there“ You spoke up. He nodded. “I think we should get couple therapy“ you said. “Whatever you want. I just dont want this to end, baby“ Oliver said holding you close. “And from now on, its me and you. Im willing to do whatever this relationship needs, even if that includes slowing down with Cooper“ Oliver said. “Im willing to do whatever this relationship needs. Even if it includes putting my trust into you more, not that it wasnt already there, but just a little more“ You say giggling. He kisses you smiling and holding you. “I love you, Oli“ you say. “I Love you too, (y/n/n) “ He said smiling. And you fell asleep on the couch with your dog in Olivers lap sleeping with you guys.

💜

[roseharpermaxwell]

RWRB FirstPrince Sports (AU or Otherwise) Recs

Hockey, Lacrosse, Rugby - you name it, I'm here for it. Click below for some of my faves!

your future history (it's time) by kjbee81. T, 739 words. Alex and Henry, both rugby players at the Olympics, take part in the tradition of switching shorts after the game. Henry wants to start a different tradition.

OR me getting inspired by a tweet about the Olympic rugby players switching shorts...

Eye On The Prize by milowren. NR, 1.3k. Announcer 1: Alright, here we are at last, we’ve come to final event for mixed teams in archery, and this one’s all for the gold, Lisa.

Announcer 2: That’s right, John. I’m sure these last two teams aren’t feeling any pressure at all.

Announcer 1: (chuckles) Well, we’ll be able to see for ourselves in a minute here, when we get the readings from their heart rate monitors. As you know, the technique for archery at this level is so precise, any fluctuation in the competitors’ heartbeats can affect the outcome.

***

Henry and Alex are archers at the Olympics.

Born To Make History by @everwitch-magiks. T, 1.3k. This season, Henry has a new free skate. It's sassy, flirty, and actually genuinely fun, and somehow, it's taken him all the way to the Grand Prix Final. Still, even though Henry has perfected his lutz since his last competitive season, and gets that all too important second-half multiplier for every quad in his arsenal, he knows he isn't half as good as most of his competition. There's no way he's actually getting on the podium.

Except, one persistently curious and curiously attentive pair skater, with a distressingly attractive smile, gorgeous brown eyes and very interesting ambitions for the post-competition gala, seems to think otherwise.

'Coast-to-Coast' by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries. E, 1.3k. Lacrosse slang - when a player nearest their end-line takes the ball all the way down the field to the opposing team's end of the field.

Alex finds his old high school lacrosse jersey. Henry wears it.

The jersey is tight across Henry’s broad shoulders, the polymesh sleeves pulled by the tension, making Henry’s biceps pop, and if the hem didn’t reach the waistband of Alex’s underwear, it doesn’t stand a chance on Henry’s long torso. There’s at least two inches of skin visible between the top, and the band of Henry’s red D&G briefs - so selected tonight, because the red matches that in Alex’s high school logo on his chest. Henry looks sexy as hell, and he knows it.

i could be a better boyfriend by bananzie. T, 2.4k. It wasn't that Alex didn't like telling people about Henry—quite the opposite, actually—it was just that no one ever believed him when he did.

An AU in which Henry is one of England’s most famous rugby players, Alex met him during an exchange year, and they’re so in love it’s sickening, but no one believes him.

who are we to fight the alchemy by @coffeecatsme. T, 3.1k. INTERVIEWER: Kiss, marry, kill, between Taylor Swift, Beatrice Fox of the Tortured Poets, and Dua Lipa.

ALEX: Oh God, I’m gonna get so cancelled. Uh… Well, my sister would absolutely kill me if I killed Taylor Swift so I guess I gotta kiss her? I mean, she’s hot. And I guess I’m killing Dua Lipa? That leaves… Can I, like, take her brother instead of Beatrice Fox? He’s more my type.

Sets on the Beach by @happiness-of-the-pursuit. M, 3.6k. 95% of the able-bodied New York City queer population sign up to play intramural beach volleyball in the summer (this statistic is not supported by Nora). Unfortunately for Alex, this number includes Henry Fox and his very broad shoulders. Despite Henry’s unsportsmanlike recruiting and stupid genetic advantages, Alex is determined to take him (and the rest of Queerly the Best) down.

Or, Cowboys star Alex crashes out of the closet in an interview. This is how everyone reacts.

bed with your name on it by silver maples. E, 3.3k. “Are the beds really anti-fuckable ‘cause, if so, that’s gonna be an issue for me.”

These are the first words Alex says to Henry after throwing open the door to their shared room. Henry blinks, sitting cross-legged against the headboard, rereading The Little Prince - it felt apt to bring - when Alex’s eyes settle on him.

“Oh fuck,” Alex follows up with, and, “Oh, you’re not Liam.”

go the distance by @indomitable-love. T, 3.7k. His legs are like jello. He’s not entirely sure how he’s still upright. He’s running on fumes and the energy gel he’d been handed about forty minutes ago by one of the secret service as he’d passed by. Fumes, energy gel pouches, the roar of the crowd against New York streets, and pure adrenaline because he can see the finish line. He knows what’s there: June and Nora and Henry.

Henry. The reason Alex is doing this whole damn thing in the first place.

Alex decides to run a marathon. It's all Henry's fault, really.

Red, White & Navy Blue by @jedusaur. E, 4.4k. "Fine," says Alex. He clenches his jaw and his fists. "Great. Watch me. I'll bromance the shit out of the motherfucker." 

Twenty Seven Batters by @historicallysam. T, 4.6k. A ballplayer will refuse to stop playing because they want one more hit, steal, strikeout. One more homerun. One more win. So they get old and they lose their skill and embarrass themselves long after they should have hung up their spikes.

If that’s the rule, then Alexander Claremont-Diaz is the exception.

Because today, at age 38, Alexander Claremont-Diaz is six outs away from a perfect game.

Catch and Release by @welcometololaland. T, 4.8k. Henry isn't good at many things, but he is fairly good at rowing - something which is very deeply fine, until a transfer student from America turns up.

When Henry winds up being Alex's roommate on a training camp, they don't get off to a great start. Fortunately, their coach has other ideas.

A slice of the rowing AU involving midnight training sessions, extreme physical exertion and just a little bit of Only One Bed.

You Spin Me (Right Round) by @myheartalivewrites. E, 5.4k. “...he signs up for Henry’s evening class again, and if he comes in wearing a cropped sleeveless t-shirt with a bi pride flag on it and skintight burgundy leggings, well, that’s just a coincidence. He doesn’t necessarily mean anything by it.”

Henry is a spinning instructor and Alex is attending his first class after being ill. The whole thing is unexpectedly moving. And horny. Everyone is WAY TOO horny.

Tonight, You're Gold by @cha-melodius. E, 6k. “You could stay with me,” Henry says before he can properly think it through. Across from him, Alex raises his eyebrows. Christ. In for a penny, in for a pound. “Only, my roommate’s already done competing, and he’s moved out. So I have an extra bed.”

Alex laughs, his curls bouncing as he shakes his head. “I’m not sure I’m allowed to just move into Team Great Britain territory.”

(When Alex's room in the Olympic Village becomes uninhabitable, Henry acquires a new roommate who, it turns out, he's maybe, sorta, possibly falling in love with.)

your court or mine? by @silvermaples. E, 6.4k. When the guy bends to grab the ball, his little, white shorts lift, and all Alex can focus on is the way those thighs move and the sheer power behind them. He’s focusing so hard he doesn’t notice the incline of the sidewalk, nor the rock in front of him. And then, naturally, he’s bowling over and falling on his ass before he even realises what’s happening.

He may as well just die. Lay here and succumb to his wounds. Here lies Alex Claremont-Diaz, twenty-two and useless. Cause of death? Hot guy in slutty little shorts.

“Oh dear,” He hears, exceedingly British and posh and deep, and he lifts his head. Maybe death was a little premature of an idea after all. “Are you alright?”

you know i love a london boy by @coffeecatsme.  T, 6.5k. “A very special friendship bracelet,” Bea corrects, with such a delight in her voice that Henry is immediately suspicious. He grabs the darn thing and twists it around, glittery beads shining under the lights of the room. A phone number, if Henry is counting them right. Despite himself, his heart skips a beat. “From the one and only Alexander Claremont-Diaz.” She grins, bouncing on the balls of her feet—the day she stops playing matchmaker for her brother will surely be a cold day in hell. The sole excitement of her life since she doesn’t do romance.

Henry twists the bracelet in his hands, counting the numbers again, and then looks up. “Who?”

Or, 5 times Alex and Henry keep their relationship a secret and 1 time they don't. 

let's get lost (and let the good times roll) by riversdeep. M, 6.5k. “Fuck, sorry,” The man says, distinctly American, holding a hand out to right Henry where he’s fallen. His face comes into view as Henry lets the man pull him up, worried eyes and furrowed brows, and he’s utterly mortified to realise that the man isn’t just any random man, he’s Alex Claremont-Diaz, June’s volleyball playing brother. Her very attractive, very concerned looking volleyball playing brother.

There's No Problem That San Diego Can't Solve by @historicallysam. T, 6.7k. Alex doesn’t even bother knocking; he simply twists the knob on the door and shoves it open. His eyes narrow as the door bangs against the wall and he sees Henry on the phone. Maybe (definitely) it’s rude but his blood is fucking boiling so he doesn’t really care.

Because I’m A Scoundrel by @inexplicablymine. E, 8.3k. Alex Claremont-Diaz has exactly thirty minutes to make himself look as slutty as possible for this Halloween Gala. At this very moment he looks a little bit like a sexed up pirate, but with the addition of his small black vest - rest in peace to the Patagonia packers and finance brethren- and a low slung belt with a “blaster,” a very sex-on-legs Han Solo is looking back at him.

Henry Fox, who is both a double scull rower with enough Olympic medals it would make anyone other than Alex sweat, and the definitive arch nemesis of Alex - is wearing a white sylvette Princess Leia costume, hugging his curves in all the right ways, the clingy fabric draping to the floor.

When you and your arch nemesis show up to the most important gala of the year in a couples costume you either play it up or shut it down. Alex has a decision to make, but the way that dress is hugging Henry’s ass isn’t making that decision any easier.

(la)cross(e) my heart by weather_stained. E, 8.6k. Alex is determined to start a lacrosse team at his college. It's his junior year, and he's closer than ever. That is, until he finds out someone else is trying to start a rugby team, and there's only enough funding for one additional sport.

Clubs Day comes around, and he finds that his rival is no other than the insufferable Henry Fox. Alex definitely doesn't spent more time staring at Henry instead of running his booth, but if he does, it doesn't mean he's obsessed with him or anything.

Thin Ice series by @priincebutt. E, 8.8k. Alexander Claremont-Diaz, charismatic center for the NHL's Dallas Stars, is completely and utterly smitten with the posh British librarian he met by complete accident. Tonight is the night, and he's got a plan to completely woo Henry and get his man.

Don't Quit It by @inexplicablymine. M, 9k. “And goddamn last but not least on my Hit It and Don’t Quit It list would be the Saracens rugby player Henry Fox. That man has great depths, and he could so easily plumb my depths, if you know what I’m saying. An all-around fantastic player, but also someone who is ridiculously smart off the field. And we all know by now that everyone on this list features my mile-wide competency kink. Henry, if you are seeing this, we could play around with some balls that aren’t just in play.”

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.

Alex has just accidentally outed himself to 6.7 million people. And according to the comments section, they seem to be all too aware.

Or... Announcing your crush via viral TikTok... that's one way to get his attention ;)

Puck It by @kiwiana-writes. E, 9.7k. “I’m English, dear,” Henry tells him, and fuck if the nickname isn’t doing something to Alex too. “Our national sport is rugby, and we play it with a lot less protective gear. Though,” he adds thoughtfully, “rugby players do wear mouth guards, which means they have the significant advantage of generally keeping all their teeth.”

“We wear mouth guards.” It’s a common misconception, and one that annoys the shit out of him. “And I’ve still got all my teeth. Wanna check?” 

Love-Love by @smc-27. T, 10k. “I hear Alex Claremont-Diaz is available,” she says, and while the idea is terribly appealing, he knows that it is incorrect.

“Alex is an incredible tennis player. If he wanted to pair up, I’d be open to that.”

It is not often Henry’s mouth gets him in trouble. Years of media training and growing up with a celebrity for a dad have left him very practiced in the subtle art of the spin.

Apparently the mere mention of Alex had all that leaving his head entirely.

lacrosse, my heart by indomitablelove. E, 10k. Logically, Henry should have known to expect this. He’s aware of how lacrosse works. Or, at least, he’s developed enough of an understanding of how lacrosse works through Alex. He’s seen photos of Alex in his lacrosse uniform before, and yet somehow that still doesn’t prepare him for the sight of seeing Alex actually playing lacrosse.

Alex returns to his high school to play a charity lacrosse match. Henry joins him and sees Alex play lacrosse for the first time.

You didn't tell me you play rugby by Moony_Reggie_stars_1003. E, 10k. Alex finds out that Henry plays rugby, and has some very specific feelings about it.

Tread Lightly by @smc-27. E, 11k. Alex notices this guy the moment he walks in. Which implies that he hasn’t noticed the guy before now, which isn’t true at all. He’s seen him around. He - like everyone else - has stared at the guy’s eyes and waist and thighs and fucking Disney prince swoopy hair.

Alex is really used to hitting on people and getting the outcome he wants.

Or: Lax bro Alex wants Henry

How to stay with you by lovergalore. E, 12k. Alex feels like he hasn’t slept in weeks, which is essentially ever since he got his new roommate, Henry. Alex doesn’t have anything against his roommate—or his sexual proclivities; obviously, there’s nothing wrong with that, but it gets to a point where almost every other night Henry has a ‘friend’ over and Alex has to pull out his noise-canceling headphones to be able to endure another minute in their shared dorm.

CHECK(MATE) by ma_lark_ey. T, 14k. "It's such an unexpected pairing, a hockey player and a punk star. How'd you too meet?"

"Oh, well, it's really silly. It actually started when Alex's fans started..."

"I met Henry because my Tumblr followers started this elaborate hoax about us being best friends."

"And, let me guess, you ran with it?"

"Oh, June, you know I commit to a good bit."

Pumped by myheartalive. E, 22k. Recently moved to London, Alex meets Henry at a climbing wall, where accidental rudeness and misunderstandings keep them apart, until they don’t.

There's pining, there's climbing, there's stupid boys falling for each other, and smut towards the end.

Show Me What You’re Working With by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 23k. He doesn't want to think the words "monster cock" but frankly, it's too fucking late, because they're now living rent-free in his brain in twenty-foot high neon letters.

How does that even work? Do the women he sleeps with come out changed? Does he have the goddamn ER on alert every time he goes on a date?

Alex isn't into dick, except maybe he is, and maybe this one specifically. 

the winner takes it all by @dumbpeachjuice. E, 24k. In theory, this shouldn’t be a thing. Alex has spent his whole life around other cyclists, on the track and the road and off both, and he’s never had this sort of visceral reaction to any of them.

(Well. Kind of. Maybe he let his eyes linger on a teammate once or twice. But like—Alex is an athlete. He appreciates the human form.)

But the way the muscles in Henry Fox’s thighs stretch and ripple as he urges his bike up the mountain—

Yeah.

It’s a lot.

And if Alex weren’t so determined to steal that yellow jersey off his back he’d fall off his bike.

Made the Right Selection by clottedcreamfudge. E, 27k. "You don't take 'no' for an answer, do you?" Henry says curiously, and Alex cocks his head to the side; his hair falls into his eyes just a little but he doesn't bother to brush it aside. Henry's fingers itch to do it for him.

"I do when it's the actual answer," he says eventually, and Henry's face twists into a smile.

"Right," he says.

"Alex, come the fuck on," Nora calls over from where the squad has started to wander off into whatever day there is left. Henry suspects, looking at the sun, that there's rather a lot of it to go.

"See you later, H," Alex says with a grin, and then he's gone, leaving Henry with his helmet in his hand and his heart in his throat.

Alex is a cheerleader. That's the premise. 

catch my breath to breathe your name by goingmywaydoll. M, 29k. “So,” the person says without pause, “I heard you like soccer butts but not the people attached to them.”

Where Henry’s family owns a (fictional) football club and Alex is fresh from the States and the new star addition to the team and it's all entirely predictable.

Stupid Games, Stupid Prizes by JustAnotherWriter_93. E, 38k. The College AU where Alex is a football player, and Henry has had a secret crush on him for two years, attending every football game possible. Henry thinks that getting involved with Alex will be nothing but a disaster, Alex thinks that maybe he isn’t as straight as he thought, and they’re both a little bit right.

Faster, Higher, Stronger by everwitch. E, 64k. When Alex fails to qualify for the 2022 Winter Olympics, it’s all too easy to blame Henry Fox, the dual citizen who’d switched from Team GB to Team USA and snagged the last spot for men’s figure skating. After Alex is abruptly thrown back into the games, he forms an unexpectedly deep connection with Henry. But no athlete who aims for the top of the podium can afford any serious distractions. Will Alex be able to keep his flaring emotions in check and take home the Olympic gold medal he’s always aimed for?

Baseball Boyfriends series by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 121k. “It’s just — I’ve had such a hard time feeling like I really belonged. I think that’s what got me in the slump in the first place. But coming back here, seeing all the love I still got even though I’m not on the Rangers anymore… that really helped. And being on the Mets, being in New York — you helped with all of that. More than you’ll ever know.”

Or, Alex and Henry are dumb, horny disasters. With an added bonus of baseball.

A Sporting Chance series by clottedcreamfudge. E, 236k. "Marry Henry - destination wedding. Combine all of our names so paperwork is a fucking nightmare." Henry stares at him and Pez rolls the dice, and-

"Congratulations to Alex and Henry Claremont-Diaz-Fox-Mountchristen," he says with a bright grin, and Alex punches the air and makes a 'whooping' noise. "Your wedding is attended by the Beckhams, the President, and several key members of congress. Henry is very gentle on your wedding night." Henry is going to fucking kill Pez.

"Fucking sweet," Alex says, because Henry is apparently the only one here trying not to have a coronary about all of this.

It had just been a party game, except now Henry is in way over his head.

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[dudadragneel]

Like I promised.

One last fic before 2023 ends for me!

I don’t know why but ever since Hyunjin’s Versace fashion show I can’t stop thinking about how he said he was really nervous and like (you can tell he was). I can imagine accompanying him there and him being so excited but when you guys get there he’s so anxious, taking pictures and talking to everyone. Him telling you he’s starting to feel sick and he doesn’t know if he can stay long but deciding to anyways. Until the moment after his interview & he tugs on your sleeve and asks you to come with him to the bathroom because he feels like he’s going to throw up. You discretely going with him but stopping in the doorway to the bathroom because he can’t hold it in and you have to place your hand under his chin to catch the little that comes out before you make it to the sink, holding his long black hair back and trying to calm him down. Having to call Felix to come pick you guys up early because Hyunjin’s in such a bad state and still feels sick from nerves.

A NOT-SO-FASHION SHOW

Taking part in official events for famous brands were something important for idols and it could later mean an endorsement deal or even becoming ambassador of said brand.

Your boyfriend Hyunjin had been invited to a Versace fashion show, in collaboration with Dua Lipa and you couldn't be more excited.

- OH MY GOD BABY!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

- Thank you honey! I'm happy as well!

- When is it gonna be?

- May 23rd, in Cannes!

- IN A WEEK!?

- Yes! They said that apart from the staff, I could bring someone with me. Would you do me the honor of accompanying me?

- Really? Are you sure? Wouldn't that cause a stir?

- I don't care. I love you and I want you to be with me

- Well, then. I'm more than happy to.

You said almost crying on the other side of the phone.

- I'll se you in a few days then. I love you.

- I love you too.

You couldn't hide the fact that you were excited for the fashion show, specially after he invited you. You didn't need to worry about your outfit because you trusted him to choose one for you.

The fashion show would take place in Cannes and this time Hyunjin would be going without the boys. Well, one of them, Felix, was coming along, not to the event but some other schedule. Despite that, he took some English lessons with Chan and Felix so he could be interviewed without feeling that nervous. And plus, you knew English pretty well so you could help him if he needed.

Five days passed since you found out he had been invited and he carried on with his schedules while you worked and you met on the way to the airport one day prior to the event. It never really entered your mind why they had to travel so close to the day of the events instead of going a few days before and being able to rest for a while.

Arriving there you unpacked your bags and went for a little sightseeing, lunch and some other fun stuff, which could be kind of rare in these occasions.

It was finally the day of the fashion show. It was sunny outside and the weather looked beautiful. You had breakfast together then went on to get dressed for the event. And that's when Hyunjin actually started to feel nervous, as if he had just now realized what was happening.

- Baby, I'm nervous.

He said grabbing your hands and laughing nervously.

- I know babe. But it's gonna be okay. I'll be right there with you.

You said pulling him for a kiss. You could see he was shaking a little and you wish you could just take away all that nervousness.

He got dressed before you and when he came out wearing that beige set and black purse, he looked ethereal. How could someone look so stunning wearing such a simple yet elegant and fashionable set?

- You look incredible! Oh my god!

- Thank you. Now it's your turn.

He has picked your outfit and hadn't shown you yet, but he knew you like the palm of his hand, being with you for so long, so he picked exactly what you'd love to wear in such occasion.

When you went into the dressing room with some of the female staff and you looked at what he has picked for you, you had tears in your eyes. When you put it on and looked at yourself in the mirror, tears actually rolled down your face. The outfit looked so pretty on you, the staff also smiled fondly at your reaction.

You came out and when Hyunjin saw you, he was at a loss for words. He couldn't describe how beautiful you looked in that outfit. He just kept looking at you, eyes shining like the stars and mouth agape.

- Babe? Do I look strange?

- No! You look absolutely beautiful, love!

He said picking you up, kissing you then putting you down and having you spin around to show the outfit.

- Did you like it? I tried picking something you'd not feel uncomfortable in.

- I love it! It's so beautiful! I haven't felt like this in a while! Thank you my love!

You said hugging him and kissing him.

It was now time to leave for the event. It had been a while since you last actually appeared in an official schedule as his partner, so you were a bit nervous and didn't want to attract attention to you, after all this was his event.

As soon as he got out of the van, a sea of flashes started and you were amazed by that. He turned to the car and extended his hand to you. You took a deep breath and held his hand to get out of the car and you two officially entered the venue of the event.

You could swear there were flashes coming from the sky and you even told him that, making him a laugh a little, to release some stress.

And it all started officially. Everyone wanted to take selfies with him, official photos, pictures with you as well. Adding to that, there were tons of celebrities wanting to chat with him and that was overwhelming him, all the flashes, sounds, people, the fact that he had to communicate in english. And you were helping him with the last part, making his interactions a little less stressful.

After this first round of socialization, the anxiety he was feeling earlier had grown stronger. He felt overwhelmed by his surroundings, he felt suffocated.

You were standing, looking at people and everything when he squeezed your hand, getting your attention as you could feel it shaking.

- What's wrong honey?

You said quietly behind your hand and leaning towards him. He did the same to answer you. After seeing so many scandals with idols, you learn that communicating like that can really keep you away from trouble.

- I'm starting to feel sick...

- Really?

You said a little surprised but holding his hands reassuringly.

- I don't know if I'll manage to stay here long...

- Oh baby... Leaving like this might raise suspicion...come here. Let's go somewhere a little less crowdy and quiet.

You took him away from the crowd which thankfully not everyone noticed, since there were a lot of other known names out there. When you were in a quiet space, you grabbed his hands and tried to calm him down.

- Honey, look at me. Unfortunately, you still have some things to do here. Now, let's breathe together, ok? With me.

You began a breathing exercise with him and he followed along. You brought his hand to your chest so he could feel your heartbeat and see how relaxed you were and then be able to calm himself down.

He exhaled and then looked at you.

- How are you feeling?

- A little better...thanks to you...

- Good. Do you think we can go back there now?

- Yes...

- Hey. It's gonna be alright. I'm right here with you and for you. If you don't feel well just tell me.

- Alright.

You went back to where everyone was and the second round of socialization started. More photos, more chatting. And then Donatella Versace herself came to talk to him. You could tell she had an affection for him, she treated him well, talked with him and then took some pictures. Despite feeling nervous he had a genuine smile on his face, which made you happy.

After that, he had an interview. By now he was feeling overwhelmed again and his stomach was doing flips, he could feel nausea starting to build up inside him. He took a deep breath and started his interview, you watching by his side and stepping in whenever he had any difficulty understanding the question or answering them.

However, as he was being interviewed he felt something revolting inside him. He was feeling out of breath, his heart was racing and his stomach was churning, the nausea from before growing even stronger. At some point during the interview he thought he was done, that he'd end up being sick in front of everyone but he looked at you and managed to recompose himself, even if just to finish the interview.

When it was over, it was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders and he could now let his guard down. You were moving away from where the interview took place and Hyunjin was feeling incredibly unwell. He could feel his breakfast threatening to make an appearance, his stomach was doing flips again and his mouth had this foul taste inside. He tugged on your clothes as you were walking and you immediately halted your movements.

- What's wrong honey?

- Can you come to the restroom with me? I think I'm gonna throw up...

- Really? Let's go.

You wrapped your arms around him and tried leaving without attracting attention to the both of you. Thankfully you had gone to the restroom before so you knew where it was and you wouldn't need to ask and have people wonder what was going on. In this situation, the less attention, the better.

As you were walking, his stomach contracted, making him gag wetly and cover his mouth. It took every ounce of strength in him to control his body not to jerk forward and not to throw up in front of everyone.

But a few steps away from the bathroom, another contraction sent liquid up his throat making him gag once more, he tried to hold it in but it was too late.

You noticed his movement as he jerked forward a bit and managed to place your hand under his mouth just in time to catch that pale brown liquid before it got on his clothes and entered the restroom locking the door behind you.

You guided him to the sink and turned on the tap water to clean your hands and muffle some of the noise.

He grabbed the edges of the sink for support and took a deep breath and then his stomach jumped again, making his mouth fill with saliva and a foul taste.

He bent over to spit some of that saliva out and then straightened his back to take a deep breath again. Just then his stomach contracted, sending hot foul tasting liquid up his throat making him bend over as a thick wave of partially digested food gushed out of him.

For some unknown reason, none of you had brought a hair tie on your purses. So you held his hair back as he ducked his head when another stream made its way out followed by a wet burp bringing up another one.

- Oh baby...it's okay.

You could see he was about to start panicking, after all he was throwing up during a fashion show, and anyone could listen to what was happening inside the bathroom.

- babe--

He tried saying but was cut off by a harsh gag that arched his back, sending up even more foul pale brown liquid and then another burp brought up even more. You noticed his distress, so you used your free hand to rub his back.

- It's okay. You can let everything out. It's just you and me in here. I'm right here with you.

- Than-

He tried answering again, just to trigger his stomach one more time that now sent partially digested food out his nose as well.

- Oh god, baby....

You said as your kept rubbing his back in circles while he proceeded to throw up again, vomit mixing with was already in the sink.

- Babe...I think I'm done....

- Okay. Let's rinse your mouth and sit down. I'll call Felix to come pick us up, okay?

- Hmm...

He just nodded, head looking down while he sat down on the floor.

You decided to call Felix, who had traveled with you for another schedule and happened to be free at the moment.

- Felix? Hi!

- Oh! Hey, y/n! Is everything okay?

- Not exactly...

- What's wrong?

- It's Hyune...he threw up.

- What!? What happened?

- I guess he was anxious. I think the nerves got the best of him. Can you come pick us up? I don't think it's a good idea to stay here.

- Yeah. I'll be there in a few minutes.

- Oh! Felix, one more things. Can you tell the staff whats happening? We kind of left in a hurry to the bathroom and I think they lost sight of us and I don't have their phone numbers.

- Sure.

After you hung up, you turned your attention back to Hyunjin who still had his head down.

He just kept his eyes closed, focusing on breathing and trying to ignore the uneasy feeling that still lingered in his stomach. It just kept gurgling and he could feel everything sloshing around, to add to that, his heart was beating fast because he was too anxious about the situation.

You kneeled down in front of him and grabbed his shaking hands and squeezed them, a reassuring touch bringing him back to reality.

- Hyune? I'm right here, okay? Don't be nervous. You're with me, you can relax. You'll be okay. We'll leave in a few minutes.

- Thank you....I'm sorry...

- Don't be sorry. I already told you, a millions times, it's not your fault. Being anxious it's not a crime.

- I know...

He felt his stomach revolt again, a burning sensation up his chest, saliva pooling inside his mouth and a foul test at the back of his throat.

- I wanna throw up again-

You helped him up and brought him inside one of the stalls. He bent over, hands on each side of the edges of the toilet, his mouth opened with him spitting out thick saliva as unproductive gags kept coming.

You held his hair and rubbed his stomach and felt it gurgle under your touch.

- Oh baby...

A harsh gag made him jerk forward as a thick stream of vomit gushed out hitting the edges of the toilet and just barely missing both of your outfits before splashing on the water with a sickening sound. He barely had time to catch his breath as a wet burp brought up more partially digested food.

You kept rubbing his stomach up and down while he threw up one more time and after that he was left dry heaving and spitting out saliva.

- Baby, I think you're done. Take a deep breath.

- Can I hug you?

He asked, voice raspy from the strain and sounding defeated and exhausted.

You pulled him into a hug and placed his head on your shoulders and you could swear his temperature was a little high.

- I'm tired...I wanna go...

- we'll be at the hotel soon, baby. Then you can sleep all you want.

You helped him rinse his mouth and gave him some water so he could relieve some of the pain in his throat.

And just in time, the staff arrived, knocking on the restroom door.

- Y/n? Hyunjin? Are you guys in there?

- Yes.

- Felix told us what happened. He's outside waiting for you in the car.

- Is it okay for us to leave? Hyunjin's not in a good state right now, I'd rather not draw any attention.

- Yes, it is. We formed a barricade, no one will see you or take pictures.

- Okay. Well get out then.

You put Hyunjin's arm over your shoulder and wrapped your arm around his waist to help him walk, after being anxious and throwing up he was feeling weak.

Just as the staff had ensured you, there was a barricade waiting for you outside. They quickly helped Hyunjin and you get out of the place without being much noticed.

They helped Hyunjin into the car and you sat beside him and placed his head on your shoulder, as you reclined both of your seats.

Felix who was sitting in front greeted you with a concerned look on his face.

- Y/n, what happened?

- I'm not sure Lix. He said he was nervous earlier, even before we left the hotel. When we got at the venue, it felt like the entire world has its attention on us, or rather, him. There was a lot of talking, pictures. He told me he was feeling overwhelmed but it wasn't until the interview that he felt sick.

- But how did he do it?

- Despite feeling nervous, he did well. I'm proud of him.

- And how's he doing?

- He threw up a couple of times so I hope that now he can only rest.

You said turning to him and seeing he was fast asleep.

He still felt awful from the nerves but at least he was out of the crowd and could try to relax at the hotel. He still got sick a few times after you went back and the only thing he wanted was to go home. But everytime he thought about that, he remembered that he had to get into a plane and it would take a few hours to get back in Korea and that made him sick, so it became a vicious cicle.

[avatar-anna]

ik this is super vague but could u write something w a black!reader? love ur writing ❣️❣️❣️

Good in Bed

kinda mean harry, but this was fun to write! hope you like it!

We don’t know how to talk, but damn we know how to fuck.

“God, one date! I just want one date!” 

“Y/n, we hang out like every day,” Harry said.

“To hook up or watch you work on one of your stupid projects, or be in one of your stupid projects,” you said.

“I never promised dates when we started seeing each other. We agreed on just hooking up!”

“God, you’re infuriating!” you cried, doing your very best to not tug at your hair. You hated that he had this much of an effect on you. Harry was right, this started out as just hooking up, but it became more, and you knew he knew that. 

“You’re exquisite,” he murmured, brushing his lips across your neck. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone so beautiful. I’m blown away every time I look at you.”

You gripped his hair and tilted your head to the side to give him better access. “You mean that?”

“With my whole being. Please let me paint you.”

“I don’t—”

“Shh. I promise it’ll be worth it,” he said.

Harry was close enough to kiss, close enough to push all the way in, but he didn’t. It made you squirm a little. “Harry, please—”

“Say yes. Say yes first.”

He was so close you could taste it. It made you almost desperate enough to agree. But, “That changes things. We—We would be more—”

“Whatever you want, petal. You can have me however you like.”

“You just said all that shit, didn’t you?” you said now, feeling like an idiot. How could you be so stupid? “Empty words all so you could paint me and stick it in while you're at it.”

“Why are you trying to ruin what we have going on here? I thought you liked our arrangement.”

You did, and perhaps it made you selfish, but now you wanted more. “I don’t know.”

Harry stepped towards you, and you let him, let him tip your chin up to meet his gaze. “We make each other feel good, yes?” You shrugged and mumbled some kind of assent. But that wasn’t good enough for him. He squeezed gently on your chin. “Do I not? You don’t sound sure.”

He was such a cocky asshole. He knew you liked him, liked what he did to you, and now he’d turned this argument into some kind of game. But no matter how good he made you feel, you were still mad, still wanted to argue. So you just shrugged.

“Do I need to remind you? Is that why you started this argument in the first place?” he asked.

Another shrug.

“I’m not going to take you on a date. If that’s what you want, I would seek elsewhere,” he said, lips grazing your cheekbone. “But perhaps I should show you just how crazy you drive me.”

He leaned in, and you kind of hated yourself for it, but you let him kiss you. You practically melted underneath him, sighing even as he only sucked on your bottom lip and left you craving more. Harry’s hands moved down past your waist, squeezing appreciatively until your legs were wrapped around his waist.

You hardly noticed as he moved through his apartment until he sat down, you with him, on a stool.

His studio, you realized. A room you were familiar with, having spent many a modeling session in here. You’d never seen any of Harry’s pieces, though. He was always so secretive about them. Until now.

Your breath hitched, and not just because Harry was nuzzling the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. The painting in front of you was beautiful. Harry caught your likeness perfectly, and yet you looked more ethereal, the white of the slip dress you’d worn looking iridescent.

“Is a boyfriend gonna honor your body this way, huh? Your beauty?”

Harry began unbuttoning your jeans as he muttered in your ear, taking the shell of it between his teeth. Your whole body felt electric with every touch Harry gave you, so much so you’d almost gotten lost in it. Almost.

“It’s not enough. I want to go out, not stay—stay cooped up in your studio all the time.” Getting the words out was hard as Harry kept touching, kept kissing, but you needed to say it. No matter how good he may have made you feel, you still wanted a relationship. And maybe that didn’t align with what he wanted, but that just meant you had to move on. 

If only getting up was that easy.

“I see. You don’t want to go on dates,” he said, making you gasp as his fingers began to move. “You want to be shown off. You want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” you spat, even if they sparked something in your belly. He was twisting your words around, and yet you still wouldn’t stand up. It just felt too good.

“I told you. I’m not going to hold your hand across a dinner table or share popcorn with you at the movies. Go find some boring idiot if that’s what you want. If you want your face hung up in a gallery and have people know just how beautiful you are to me, then stay, but I’m not gonna beg.”

He was acting tough, but you could feel him straining against his trousers. This wasn’t one sided, you made his heart pound as much as he made yours, he was just too stubborn to admit it.

When you didn’t say anything, Harry began to remove his hand, but you quickly put your hand on his wrist, keeping him right where he was.

“No? Finally seeing sense?”

“You’re an ass,” you said, but slouched against him further.

His lips were on your jaw, but you could hardly feel them, could hardly feel anything but his hand moving beneath yours. “Heard that before.”

His free hand snuck under your shirt, tracing patterns in your skin as they moved up your stomach toward your chest. “I’m better—fuck—better off without you.”

Harry chuckled before nipping at your jaw and soothing the spot with his tongue. “Oh yeah?”

“I’m not playing these games with you anymore. I—I know what I want. This is the last time.”

“Heard that before too,” he said before ripping his hands away without any warning.

You let out a broken cry, but the tips of Harry’s fingers were on your mouth, dipping inside and shutting you up before you could speak. He raised a brow at you, that smug, condescending smirk on his face that drove you insane.

“Better make it count then, shouldn’t I? Gotta make you miss me.”

Whimpering around his fingers, you held on tight as he picked you up again, presumably to take you to bed. Harry set you down irreverently, his movements languid as he removed his clothes and joined you on top of his sheets.

A complete and utter tease, that’s what he was. Everything he did was to bring you to the brink, but never quite getting you there—touches that lacked the right amount of pressure, kisses and bites that just missed your most sensitive spots, hands that massaged around the places you needed him most.

Harry wanted you to be the one to pull him closer, to push him in the right direction, to finally give in. You were holding out, but you could only wait so long before you combusted.

In a fit of frustration, you swiveled until you were on top of him, legs on either side of his waist.

His grin was crooked as he took you in, from your head all the way to where your skin met his. “A shame this is the last time,” he said, resting his hands on either side of your hips. “I would’ve liked to paint you just like this. Guess I’ll just have to find someone el—”

In one fluid movement, you shut him up, rocking your hips back and forth in a way that had him closing his eyes. “Shut up. Don’t ruin this for me.”

Harry peeked an eye open, a grin that screamed pleasure on his face. He took a coil of your hair and twirled it around his finger and admired it. “Go on then.”

.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.

Yeah…that wasn’t going to be the last time.

[daintyduck99]

^^"We should definitely get out of here. Don't you think so?" and you just(AHHHHH) "Y-yeah, sure. Uh huh." And they chuckle at your shyness because they know just what kind of effect they have on you. + Kayla/anyone

Julie is grateful for her boyfriend for many reasons. He makes her laugh, stops her from studying too much, dotes on her so much that it's hard to believe he's real…

She could go on and on. He's the best. 

But generally speaking, she's grateful for Reggie because they've established something comfortable. Gone are the days where they'd have to dance around, distracted by every little action or fond word, trying to figure out what they meant. 

She loves him, and he loves her. They never have to wonder what they are. 

Only…they hadn't counted on Kayla. 

Though she transferred to their university fairly recently, it feels like they've known her for forever. Something about her…

Something about her simply upends them.

She's pulling Reggie onto the dance floor now, and Julie just shrugs, smiling, as he sends her a helpless look. Julie had been the one in his position half an hour ago; Kayla had whisked her away before Reggie could register what had happened. 

She's a force to be reckoned with, for sure.

She catches Julie's eye and winks.

Julie takes a quick sip of her drink, hoping it'll excuse…any of her behavior, but the sideways look Flynn sends her from the other end of the bar quells that notion. 

Thankfully, Flynn doesn't materialize right beside Julie like she usually would; she keeps getting sucked into conversation with the leader of Kayla's dance group, a severe blonde in insanely high heels. Julie can't tell if they're flirting or arguing, but knowing Flynn's type…it's probably both. 

Still, Julie isn't taking any chances. And she does love to dance, distraction or no. 

She finds Alex first, then Luke and Willie. It's actually kind of insane that Willie managed to get Luke out on the floor; how agreeable he is to it depends on the music, and a Dua Lipa fan he is not. 

Julie never actually finds Kayla or Reggie, though, because Kayla sneaks up on her. 

Her slender arms snake around Julie's waist, and Julie's squeak is lost to the bass as Kayla's glossy smile brushes her ear. 

"Did you get lonely, Julie?" 

"Mhhm." Julie reaches for Reggie as soon as he appears, and they squeeze hands in a familiar sort of mutual SOS. "Not badly." 

Kayla laughs low in her throat, in Julie's ear. "We should definitely get out of here."

Julie shivers, and Reggie gasps; she can't hear it, but she knows it when his lips part. 

"Don't you think so?" Kayla adds softly after they fail to respond properly, unfazed.

Julie wishes she could be that composed. 

As it is, she stammers, "Y-yeah. Sure." 

Reggie nods, still gaping. "Uh-huh." 

Kayla just laughs, low and sultry again, and before they know it, her lip gloss is decorating both of their flushed cheeks. 

"Come on, then. I have a few ideas." 

And as it turns out…it's more than a few. 

[bisluthq]

I think some female singers like Sabrina or Ariana write about sex in a way that appeals to men who can fantasize that she’s talking to them lol. Like the very general “Hey men I’m horny and I want you to fuck me with your big dick” obviously directed at a specific man, but written in such a way that a horny male audience can easily imagine she’s talking directly to them. Whereas Taylor doesn’t really write sexual content in a way that’s designed to appeal to the male gaze and make men wanna fuck her. She has never had much of a male audience at all and generally doesn’t care about appealing to men or being sexy for men as a conglomerate, but she does for AN individual man who she’s actually fucking lol. In general she kinda seems to not care much about MEN but cares a lottt about A MAN.

Idk that either is necessarily good or bad, I just noticed that’s kinda the difference with female singers who have and try to appeal to male audiences as well vs don’t. Taylor also doesn’t really act like she’s trying to seduce her audience. Though she sometimes does like with vigilante shit and stuff, but then ironically her audience is vast majority women so gaylors say her doing so is evidence she wants to fuck women lol. But like she plays up the sexiness on stage a lot whenever HER man is there.

Like Sabrina is very specific about Barry in bed chem but nonetheless idk there’s something general about it, also the vibe is generally like “I’m sexy I like sex I wanna fuck” whereas all Taylor’s horny songs are about a whole highly specific story that’s the context in which the sex takes place. It’s never just like “I want you to fuck me” it’s like “I want you to fuck me because you met me at my lowest point were there for me at my worst times and we have been having to try and hold back from each other while in a public space and it’s driving me crazy”. It’s not just like “I’m horny thinking of you” it’s “I am so bored in my relationship with my boyfriend it feels like there’s nothing left here and you, my ex, are sending me sexy songs and I’m thinking about you and the thoughts are turning more and more sexual, now I’m wanking to you, is this wrong that I’m fantasizing about you? But like it’s just thoughts not action? But actually I really do want to take action I want us to be together because I’m madly in love with you but other people will be pissed that I leave my bf and date you since you’re controversial but you know what fuck it they can go fuck themselves I think we should be together now I’m wanking to you again”

lmao I’ve genuinely never met a straight man who likes any of Ari’s music tbh. I’ve met more straight men who like Taylor’s (they often just don’t want to admit it). Ari, however, is very much for the girls and gays. That said, I think a lot of what she says is what girls think guys want to hear or maybe are into hearing in a non musical way. That I do not know.

Sabrina I’m not sure about, I haven’t surveyed enough of them yet on this topic.

That said, I do like your take on what makes Taylor’s music sexy that it’s about what’s in your head more than anything else. I think that’s the common denominator with a lot of sexy music. Dua’s sexiest stuff is tbh also like in her head/thinking about it and not like straight up offering lol. Maybe it’s the latter that makes Ari and Sabrina’s sexy songs not quite land.

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Don't Start Now

This is after the events of s8

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For some reason, my brain can picture Keith singing Don't Start Now at the top of his lungs when Lance tries to ask him out after Allura dies.

Like, yes of course he still has feelings for Lance, but the fact that he only noticed Keith after Allura is gone hurts a lot.

So Keith makes the spontaneous decision to start singing at the top of his lungs. Lance just stares at him in shock and awe, and Keith gets the feeling that Lance is even more determined to go out with him now.

He should have remembered that Lance loves Dua Lipa's music.

They end up in an all out 'please date me' war of random pop songs.

Lance randomly pops into the room one day while Keith is talking to Shiro, and he yells the chorus of Heat Waves.

Lance's songs- Shower, Halo, For Him, Make You Mine, Talk Too Much, Delicate, etc.

Keith's Songs- Crush Culture, I Knew You Were Trouble, Flowers, Bad Blood, We Are Never Getting Back Together, FRIENDS, etc. (Taylor Swift was very helpful, he can now sing most of her songs by heart.)

And the worst part is, Keith realizes that he does really want to date Lance now. It's kind of hard to ignore the gay panics when your crush sings love songs to you while staring soulfully into your eyes.

This is literally the stuff of Keith's dreams.

They're sitting on the couch with the rest of the team, watching some really cringey Altean rom-com. Although they have all diverged onto different paths, they meet up regularly.

When the credits roll, Keith starts to sing again. His voice is sore and rough from all of the belting he's been doing, but right now it's soft, and under his breath.

Lance turns to him, and he quickly catches on to what Keith is singing.

They completely forget about the rest of the team as they sing Feel It Twice as a duet.

It's perfect for them, and Keith is surprised to find his eyes watering.

Neither of them are looking at each other, but rather at the wall straight ahead.

When they do finish they turn their heads to watch each other's faces.

Lance won't let go of this. He's already lost one partner, he can't let another slip through his fingers.

And looking into Keith's starry eyes, he realizes something.

Allura was beautiful. She was funny. She was witty. But she never Lance this comforting feeling in his stomach, or the longing that is clawing at his throat. They had something together, but Allura barely glanced at him, she shrugged him off like he was some annoying roach half the time.

That was great, but this is right.

"Please," he whispers. "I'm so sorry that I dismissed you, that I didn't take this chance before. But please, please, please, I just need one chance to prove myself to you. If not, then you can break up with me, never speak to me again. Just one more try."

They both have tears on their faces, but neither cares.

And before they know it, their lips are pressed together, and Lance can feel hope blooming throughout his body like the first flowers in spring.

If Allura was fireworks and the 4th of July, then Keith is warm hugs and wind blowing through trees on a crisp day in fall.

Keith is safety and steadiness.

"Um, cool, glad you guys finally did that. The singing was starting to get on my nerves. Do you, like, need a moment?"

Both men jump apart to see Pidge watching them with an inquiring eyebrow.

Lance stammers while Keith shoves his reddening face into a pillow.

"N-No! You're good! We-We're just gonna-"

Lance can't even finish his sentence before grabbing Keith's hand and dragging him out of the room.

The head up to the observatory, which is a large glass dome which offers a wide view of the milky way above them.

Keith falls asleep being hugged around the waist by Lance.

Apparently being his boyfriend means that Keith is bound to snuggles.

Warm arms around him at all times and plenty of kisses.

Keith can live with that.

[mabelsmittens]

Q&A

How tall are you? 180cm / 5'11"

Where are you from? Yorkshire, England.

What was life like growing up where you're from? I guess... it's hard to compare. I've never lived anywhere other than where I live and where I've grown up. I've been to quite a few other countries on holiday but I've only lived here. It's quite nice. There's so much greenery in England, and it's really pretty. And we really like dogs here, which is a great aspect because I have these two.

When did you start singing? I did lessons every once in a while. I did acting, singing, and dancing. I started a club for it that was called Stage Coach which was one hour every week on Saturday. At 4 years old is when I begun singing.

When did you start dancing? Same age. I also did ballet -- started at the same time for a couple years. After I left both those clubs I did some commercial dance lessons, stuff like that.

When is your birthday? At the end of the year, in December. That's all I'll say.

What is your most challenging dance you've done? Most challenging.. there are a lot I've found really challenging. For a lot of LISA dances, they're really hard for me. Floor moves are really hard. I think the hardest dance video I've done is Naughty by Red Velvet - IRENE & SEULGI. It's all the tutting and stuff, I don't think I've completed it correctly.

What is your favorite/least favorite dance? Favorite... ever since it's been out, it's an old one, Oh Sorry Ya by SUNMI is my favorite one. Least favorite... least is hard. One of the ones.. I think it'll be shocking for people.. is I'm Ill by HELLOVENUS, one of my more popular videos. I did not like doing it very much. It was because of other reasons for filming it. I was working with someone who was offering advice, and it made me so nervous to do it. It wasn't a good day, and the dance wasn't that interesting.

When did your taste for dance covers begin? It began from doing Just Dance, the video game on the Nintendo Wii. I did some of those dances, I really liked it, and I just kept wanting to learn them. There was a Kill This Love one during lockdown that I learned and then it led me to YouTube, then to the official dance video. I found their other dances and got really involved it, then found MAMAMOO, ITZY, and kept going from there.

What do you like doing more, singing or dancing? I find dancing easier to film and I get a lot less nervous. I find it more cathartic singing than dancing.

What's your favorite genre of music to make choreographies for? If I could just say Pop, then I probably would. The ones that I've done that I really liked... I did Dua Lipa a few times, because her songs have a really smooth beat for moving. Cardi B is amazing, so rap songs, but not all rap songs are good for it. If a beat doesn't have a lot of layers for it, it can be hard to add those extra fun bits to it. Megan Thee Stallion is also amazing for dances.

What's your favorite dance cover this year? There are a lot to choose from. I've done so many this year. My favorite for both turnout and performance is Vengeance by BIBI. It's one of my favorites to watch. It was amazing doing it. I had water poured over me for the last part. It felt like it was my natural state to be in, and to have all of those different facial expressions I got to do with it. It was really my chance to do something that I really liked. It turned out perfectly, in my opinion.

How old are you? Not going to say but I will say why. It's because people mostly judge you for it, whether you're too young or too old, your accomplishments -- whether they're worth more if you're younger... and there's no real reason to know. It doesn't add anything to who I am or what I've done. It doesn't say much about me.

Do you live in the United States? No, a couple people have assumed I'm American but I'm not. I find it quite hard to do an American accent while singing.

Do you have a boyfriend? I've been asked this quite a few times. People also assume I straight, it's funny. My answer to that is I'm not available, and I haven't been for a few years.

Are you still in education? Yes. It's probably confusing because of how much I upload, but I manage to find time to study at home from text books. If I need to take the exams, I go to a place for them; but I do all of the learning stuff from home, between doing all of those videos.

Why do you love kpop so much? The dances! The reason I clung onto kpop was because of how the dances were formed, and how clean they were. The artists would sing and do these perfect dances, and I thought it was really great. Maybe it's because I haven't seen that much of western artists in groups doing dances so cleanly together. With BLACKPINK, it's just the four of them, no backup dancers, and it looks so great. I just thought that was a great way to do things, and it's so satisfying to do the choreography and do it well. So what got me into it is how much I really like the organization and unity, and how those performances are done. The music is really good too.

Will you do LE SSERAFIM's "Perfect Night" choreography? Yes! It's on my list. There have been so many releases recently. I try to keep up with them and requests, and mix them in. It may be some months, I'm sorry.

(Editor's Note: Since this question, Mabel has released Perfect Night by LE SSERAFIM)

[naneun-no]

💭 Thoughts on Seven - song and MV

Are you looking for someone to react to this with you? Are you wanting to hear someone else’s thoughts so you can organize your own? Here you go! This is gonna be a long one but I have thoughts to share! I’ve broken them down into categories…

The Song

Lo and behold, the horny anons were (a little bit) right! This song is definitely about sex! Lol.

I’m gonna need a few more listens to really solidify my opinion, but first few listen throughs and… I like it! It’s fast, its a little chaotic, but it’s still so melodic and pleasing to listen to, courtesy of Jung Kook’s impeccable vocals, as usual. It’s a lot more explicit than I was expecting, lmao, but we’ve been saying for a while that he’s a grown ass man. No serious person was out here thinking he doesn’t fuck. Is the song somewhat aspirational for him with the “every minute every hour” thing, considering he spends at least 2 hours at a time in the middle of the night making noodles with ARMY? Perhaps. But hey, most of us alosexuals can only dream of getting lucky seven days a week, so I don’t blame him for manifesting that energy. Also, he didn’t write it. So there’s that.

Concept & Video

My condolences to the horny anons for the lack of steamy, sexy scenes in the video (the scenes that the rest of us knew wouldn’t be there, and let’s be real Jung Kook singing about fucking somebody right is already probably the most his fans can take at any one time lmao. I’m sure there were ladies fainting at his GMA performance like they were front row watching Elvis swivel his hips in 1956).

I liked the video! It was fun, and unexpectedly funny; JK playing the part of a boyfriend so obsessed with his toxic relationship that he keeps chasing his poor woman down even after every breakup (and murder?) attempt, through these surreal settings that just show how chaotic and unstable their relationship is. Han So Hee was gorgeous and did a good job despite her character pretty much having the same reaction/feeling in every scene but the last. Jung Kook, as so many pointed out, did a pretty terrible job looking angry or frustrated at any point 🤣 but that wasn’t really the point — the point is his obsession with his partner and willingness to jump off of a literal gurney and right back into the same situation that put him there in the first place.

Which brings me to my one gripe about the concept of the video which is that…. It doesn’t really match the lyrics? It’s not like that’s unusual in the world of MVs and I don’t think videos always have to be a play by play of the song, but it does feel like an excellent execution of a concept that would have fit better with a song about obsessive love, being unable to stop falling into the same toxic patterns, etc. Instead the song is pretty purely about sex and romance. To be honest, a few scenes of them falling into bed together would probably have made a bit more sense, honestly, if that’s supposed to be the reason he can’t stay away from this woman who seems to want almost nothing to do with him, lol.

Overall the video was visually satisfying and interesting, and this moment actually made me laugh out loud, boy was in his goofy element for a moment:

Latto

I’ll start by saying I was very excited when I realized that she would be featuring. I know some people had complaints, others didn’t know who she was, but I very much do know who she is and love her sound, so I was jazzed. My one concern was that… Latto lovers don’t be mad, but in my opinion she doesn’t have a lot of on-screen charisma.

I think it’s because she’s still relatively new. She’s beautiful, but I’m not sure she knows what to do with it yet other than sensually touch herself and minutely dance. It’s reminiscent of Dua Lipa in the early days when she wasn’t really great at dancing but was thrust up in the spotlight surrounded by backup dancers (who lest we forget have typically been training in dance nearly all their lives). For Latto, if she has no interest in dancing, that’s totally fine. I don’t think she HAS to do it or be good at it, but then in that case, I would expect a bit more expressiveness in her face and actions. And maybe you totally disagree with me — feel free to watch the Big Energy video and decide for yourself. To me though, she doesn’t bring enough energy (lol). Basically the opposite of Jung Kook in the GMA performance (which he fucking owned 😩 the 90s boy band vibes, the way he held his own and actually drew my attention the entire time despite the immense talent of his backup dancers. Holy shit that boy is a star.)

And my initial excitement and concern about Latto pretty much held up. Her rap was good, a fun add to the song, and I think she nailed the energy and the rhythm and the vibe (seriously when will male rappers catch up? Women are the only ones I want featuring on pop songs from now on. They’re the only ones who understand how to stay on topic). That being said her feature in the video was… just okay? The funeral scene was one of the better ones because of the above moment I mentioned, so that saved it, but I wish she’d given a little more than just like…touches to her boobs, you know? But to be fair, that was in keeping with the song’s theme.

Overall it’s a job well done for her. I was bummed she couldn’t join him at GMA but baby rapper JK came out of hiding and did a few of her lines, which was fun. He did quite intentionally change out the pronoun from “him” to “her” which brings me to…

Does this song mean he’s announcing he’s straight?!

I feel like I’m going to get a lot of anons about this… or maybe not since their wild predictions of pornographic make out scenes didn’t happen, after all… but I feel like there will be a lot of people calling this his definitive “coming out” as a pussy-loving straight dude. And to that I say…

Maybe? Here are my thoughts on this in no particular order:

We always say to listen to the guys. I didn’t disregard it when he and Jimin chose not to change the pronouns in their cover of “We Don’t Talk Anymore” and I won’t disregard the fact that he did change them in his performance here. For whatever reason, he wanted this song and this performance to be about a woman.

This might be an unpopular opinion, but him making this single about a woman doesn’t necessarily mean he did it out of an obligatory need to appear straight in order to appease his oppressive government. Maybe he just wanted to make it about a woman. And just in case you forgot…

Liking, being interested in, and/or being sexually attracted to women doesn’t automatically make a man heterosexual. Jimin has been giving off flirty vibes to men AND women his entire career, and he still melts over Jung Kook like a bomb pop on the Fourth of July. You can be a man and like women and also like men and those things can coexist and there’s a word for that. It’s called being bisexual. Hi 👋 there’s lots of us out here, even though we tend to get drowned out and ignored, especially if and when we pursue relationships with the opposite sex. Let’s not do that so much anymore, yeah?

I’ve brought it up before and I’ll continue to; he was in Charlie Puth’s video as a very obvious love interest. Now he has a woman in his video as a love interest. Neither one cancels out the other. Neither one is a definitive confirmation of his sexuality.

Also like… maybe it is that he’s just closeted and doesn’t feel ready to share his sexuality and so he’s going with heteronormativity because it’s easy and less questions will be asked. Idk. It’s not really my business to know.

Regardless, all the holding-hands-with-an-actress-in-a-music video moments in the world can’t cancel out this:

He supported Jimin in all these ways with all this undeniable lovey-dovey energy all this time. I don’t think his feelings for that man have changed one iota, whether it’s a really tight friendship (with… ahem, undertones of longing and desire) or a bona fide relationship. Either way, I think they’re enjoying it. And I hope they have fun exploring New York together.

Oh and I know he didn’t write it but… you gotta appreciate the continuity of “give me a good ride” and “it’s the way that you can ride” 🤭🤭🤭🤭

OKAY I think that’s all my thoughts for now. What are YOUR thoughts??? Please share them. Please share them respectfully, whether you comment or message or send an ask. I’m all ears 😁

[katarinayoi]

i am so in love with you that i wonder if it's possible to fit more of you inside my dear heart. but you're bigger than my heart. i can still find more space for you in my brain. i can still squeeze some more of you into my spirit. where else will you touch me? i'll make room.❤️✨️

Loving you is as natural to me as breathing. You came into my life and wormed your way into my heart. I knew the first time I saw you that there was no one like you on this planet. No one else for me. i only thought i knew hunger before this. i found that kind of touch unbearable. to witness. to want. desire is ugly. incessant. shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat. Let me make one thing very clear. I want you, I will always fucking want you. I’ve wanted you every single goddamn day since you walked out of my life, and even more since the day you walked back in it. 🥺❤️

standing in front of the mirror, my reflection and i were like rival animals, just moments away from tearing each other limb from limb. i'm tired, can't think of a thing, and my sole wish is to lay my head in your lap, feel your hand on my head, and stay that way through all eternity— argh!! akhirnya ketemu tanggal jadi kita, ya? I'm so excited for this day anyways hehehe. gak nyangka ya, ternyata kita mampu bertahan. kak El, aku gak pandai ngomong yang baik-baik, kamu tau itu. tapi aku mau bilang, bahwa aku sayang banget sama kamu kak.

aku minta tolong sama kamu buat selalu sayang sama aku, selagi kita masih sama-sama. jangan sia-siain aku, karena akupun pasti begitu ke kamu. tegur aku, kalo aku buat salah. maafin aku, kalo aku masih jadi alesan kesel sama kelakuan aku, aku minta maaf belum bisa jadi pasangan yang sempurna buat kamu, aku minta maaf karena masih harus banyak belajar ini itu, aku harap kamu gak capek ngasih tau aku mana yang bener mana yang salah.

once again, happy mensiversarry, my lovely boyfriend in the world! may you'll always be happy when you're with me kak, i love you. ❤️

ini aku bingung masukin foto yang mana buat header, jadi aku simpen yang dua ini biar kamu bisa liat juga 😁🫰

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Jojolands - First Impressions

That’s what we’re doing here. I know I haven’t really delved into Jojo’s much before, but I know several of my mutuals are big into it and I am at least a fan of this bizarre multi-generational adventure. Still need to finish Part 8 but honestly...I’ll probably just wait for the anime. It’s too confusing for me to properly binge the manga. I’ll keep any actual spoilers under the cut, but first...

I’m sold. This intro chapter hooked me more than Stone Ocean. I’ve never really been into JJBA for the plot, I like what my boyfriend said when I got him to watch the dub. “This is one where you’re just here to enjoy the experience.” If I put it in art terms, something like One Piece is a very traditional story. It’s not exactly breaking a lot of new territory, more perfecting an established style. Jojo’s? That’s abstract art. Sure there’s an overarching story to each part and how they tie together, but you’re mostly just enjoying the vibe. And oh my god do I love everything about this vibe in Part 9. First and foremost though...

My newest beloved blorbo Dragona. Just gonna say this now and get it out of the way; it’s as worth getting hung up on pronouns as it is that clip of Izo referring to Kiku as his “brother.” Differing norms are going to make this finicky, especially when we’re talking about a Japanese author writing about Hawaii as a setting through the viewpoint of a 15yo younger brother. Little different, but I live in an area with a lot of Marshall Islanders. You sorta get used to it. We could ultimately find out Dragona is as much a “woman at heart” as someone like Kiku and referring to him as such still makes sense in context. Especially with an older Japanese author and there still very much being a mindset of like, not using “transgender” to refer to anyone except someone who has fully transitioned and treating it like a man becoming a woman there. Make sense?

All that to say, use your eyes and common sense over getting hung up on specific words. I’ll probably casually use she/her most of the time because it’s hard not to. Everything I see so far suggests Dragona also acts pretty girly and hell...I’ve known 18yo trans folk existing in a space like this while they sort themselves out. We’re clearly going for something in that bubble, I’m sure Dragona will have more room to clarify...it’s Jojo’s, just roll with it. Because by all accounts we’re looking at the sane, reasonable one in the group. And that’s cool, I’m definitely keeping an eye on this pair from the perspective of wondering if maybe, just maybe Araki was a little influenced by a certain pair of samurai “brothers” who like to play with similar territory. If nothing else, our introduction does show, not tell that absent being informed most people are going to read Dragona as female. Curious about those “cosmetic injections” as well.

With that out of the way, I adore our introduction to these new Joestars. Sets the time, locale, everything so well. They’re rocking out to Dua Lipa, hassled by dickhead cops, name dropping covid, cops one up the racism with transphobia. Then our best bros fuck em up. Awesome. These parts since Stone Ocean all track with an AU version of a previous part, and I love that we don’t waste time showing off our new cast as a twist on Passione from Vento Aureo. Though this time we aren’t screwing around with noble intentions. This is all about getting filthy rich and I’m here for it. Especially with my second love from this first chapter.

This bitch. Who is, without a doubt, 100% that bitch. If she has a Stand please let it be Lizzo inspired. Speaking of Stands, Jodio’s November Rain is cool looking and I like the reference...but of course Dragona is the better one with a nod to the absolutely legendary slow jam Smooth Operator. Given the similarities I love the jokes about “Sex Reassignment Pistols” Fun fact, 80s wrestler and guy who looks like he walked straight out of a porno “Ravishing” Rick Rude would sometimes use that song as entrance music. Does it sound like fight music? Nah, but he made it werk. Where the hell was I?

Right, let’s steal this diamond! Good hook, I’m invested and we have the gang together. Although I know this series well enough to know we’ll probably find a better motivation along the way (please be nice to momma and Beach Boy’s reference Barbra Ann Araki, she’s so loving) for now I love focusing on a gang of scrunkly criminals who make no bones about it. Jodio’s going to school solely to sell drugs, Dragona and Boss Bitch Meryl seem to have a lovely bond. Like I said, a part hasn’t hooked me this well since introducing Jolyene ashamed to have been caught paddlin’ the pink canoe. Part where I just died though...

Two words were all I needed to see to know Araki did his research on the islands. Spam Onigiri. It makes sense if you know the history, soldiers in WW2 brought Spam with them to a lot of these islands because it’s easy meat to ship and stockpile. It became popular trading fodder with locals, they still very much consume a lot to this day. Because it’s also something you don’t have to worry about taking a while to ship. And there are some dope Polynesian recipes built around using it these days. I’ve just personally always found that a fun quirk from the Marshall Islanders I know and past experience with people from Hawaii, Guam, etc. Will never forget a lab partner from Guam in college, said something about it and he was just gobsmacked. Had been going his whole time here wondering why it was so hard to find certain flavors on the mainland. 

Anyways, that was a lot of disjointed rambling to say I’m very excited about Part 9. Disjointed rambling is on theme though because it’s Jojos. Nothing bad is allowed to happen to Dragona or Barbara Ann. Paco and the weird guy? Meh. Jodio’s great because he’s a scruffy no-goodnik and proud of it.

[lunapaper]

Album Review: 'Endless Summer Vacation' - Miley Cyrus

Miley Cyrus has gone through so many evolutions at this point that she’s practically a Pokemon. 

We’ve had neon-soaked Bangerz Miley trying to twerk her way out of Disney hell, psychedelic Miley and her Dead Petz, country pop sweetheart Miley on Younger Now, classic rock Miley on Plastic Hearts… She doesn’t give us the best of both worlds; she gives us all the fuckin’ worlds!  

So, I guess Endless Summer Vacation is Miley’s Solar Power? Not quite. This record doesn’t take itself anywhere near as seriously, but it’s not nearly as interesting, either.  

Like most Miley albums, Endless Summer Vacation is a mishmash of sounds and ideas. Some of it works, most of it doesn’t. If anything, Cyrus spends most of her time cribbing from other artists.  

Tracks like ‘Rose-Coloured Glasses’ and ‘Thousand Miles’ (not that one) recall the earthy 00s-style folk rock of Maggie Rogers, which is no coincidence since both tracks were produced by Kid Harpoon, who also produced Rogers’ latest record. ‘River’ capitalises on the bubbly disco pop already perfected by the likes of Cyrus’ one-time collaborator Dua Lipa. ‘Violet Chemistry’ is just something Taylor Swift already made a better version of on Midnights. Despite having a rather powerful team of writers and producers behind it (including James Blake), it’s nothing more than a bunch of chintzy synths on a loop.  

So many people have called this their favourite track on Endless Summer Vacation, but I just don’t hear it. Why? Are the pickings really that slim here? 

Well, kinda. So what does work?  

‘Jaded’ is a swirling Tame Impala rip-off but at least it’s a good one, infused with some early 00s power ballad energy. ‘Handstand’ (co-written with Spring Breakers director Harmony Korine, of all people) is big, fat and glitchy with a bright neon glow, with Cyrus tapping back into her weirdo pop instincts as she recites some swampy beat poetry (‘In the sky, we could see the riders on the horseback/On comets, coming toward us, kicking up with laughter/My friend Big Twitchy rode the boat into the light/Surfed to the north break/We danced until there was nothing left/Just me and Twitchy/'Cause that's all we knew’). ‘You’ is a jazzy, sweeping, aching ballad dedicated to Cyrus’ boyfriend, producer Maxx Morando. 

‘Muddy Feet,’ meanwhile, interpolates both Ella Washington’s 1969 track ‘Starving for Love’ and Christina Aguilera’s ‘Genie in a Bottle,’ and it works. It’s Miley at her best: Bold, raspy and ready to cut a bitch as she leans into the more bluesy tones in her voice. It’s enough to make Sia’s backing vocals feel like an afterthought. 

And then there’s ‘Flowers,’ a sassy response to Bruno Mars’ ‘If I Was Your Man’ with a nice, breezy groove tailor-made for ice cold daydreams and sunny kiss-offs to your ex. There’s also a hint of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Dreams’ in there, so Cyrus hasn’t totally shaken off the classic rock aesthetic of Plastic Hearts. It’s grown on me with subsequent listens, but it’s still sort of wild that this song, so glossy and unassuming on the surface, has managed to score a massive 96m streams on Spotify.  

But by the time we reach the final trifecta of tracks - ‘Wildcard,’ the balmy ‘Island’ and the schmaltzy ‘Wonder Woman’ – the momentum wanes, and you begin to forget the powerful high that ‘Muddy Feet’ left you with in the first place. The ‘Flowers’ demo that bookends the record isn’t really anything more than filler tacked on to milk the track’s success, though the more stripped-backed feel does give it a bit of a smoky flavour. 

While looking at Stereogum’s coverage of Endless Summer Vacation, I saw an interesting theory posted in the comments section by a delightful chap/chappette going by the name of Econoline Van Fleet. ‘Not only is it obviously dog shit,’ they wrote, ‘but Cyrus is savvy and talented enough to know that it’s obviously dog shit. I suppose one could make the argument that her awareness of this fact is some kind of subversive performance art (“She knows that we know she knows!”), but that rationalization is itself a huge pile of steaming dog shit. This is the soundtrack of an artistically bankrupt empire in decline. The barrage of dog shit is every bit as predictable and boring as the decline itself.’ 

It’s not a bad theory, but is Miley really that self-aware?  

As an artist, Cyrus seemingly suffers from a sort of identity crisis, always doing a hard reset on each subsequent era. The same also applies to Endless Summer Vacation: There’s no common thread between these songs, the tracklisting almost an afterthought. There’s a couple of empowerment anthems sprinkled here, a power ballad there, the weirdo pop track somewhere in the middle... 

And despite the title, there’s not much to suggest that these songs are bright and summery in any way beyond 'Flowers,’ ‘Handstand’ and maybe ‘Violet Chemistry.’  

Lyrical cliches are also rampant. Whether she’s pouring her heart out or sticking it to an ex-lover, Cyrus’ feelings are often vague and surface-level at best, leaving it to the tabloids and Genius cliff notes to fill in the rest. And it has an awful lot of writers behind it, too: ‘Muddy Feet’ alone has a whopping 11 while ‘Island’ - probably the most boring track on the entire album – has seven. 

Endless Summer Vacation feels more like Cyrus making a cynical play for streaming numbers while still trying to atone for her more controversial eras. It’s all so painfully ‘safe’; I can't believe people actually like this. Y’all were just praising her for ripping off Stevie Nicks a couple of years ago... 

Now 30 and newly divorced, it’s natural that the singer would display a little more growth, but blandness shouldn’t be mistaken for maturity. It’s a problem that’s plagued many a female artist before her: Being forced to file back the edges and tone things down in order to be taken ‘seriously,’ as if fun and lust and passion have a use-by date.  

Cyrus' sharp shift into adult contemporary resembles that of P!nk in certain respects: A talented singer once known for rocking out now churning out bland, radio-friendly dance pop. I'm not much older than Miley, but even I’ve got no patience for this crap. 

Endless Summer Vacation isn’t the long, breezy getaway most were probably hoping for. Rather, it lands right in the middle of the road, just idling there until Miley decides on what sharp turn she’s gonna make next...  

- Bianca B. 

[blackbird-brewster]

Hi! For the send a character ask, Dr. Tara Lewis please

MY BELOVED!!!! Thanks for the ask!

Favourite Thing About Them: Tara is such a badass, she's witty, kind, loyal and so so so so SEXY. AND QUEEEEEERRRRR!!!! She's 6ft and that makes me feel very gay in this Chili's tonight. I never thought any character could even come close to my love of Emily until Tara Lewis came on screen for the first time and it was love at first sight. She's my everything Least Favourite Thing About Them: Not a character flaw (she has none), but more on the writer's: WE DESERVED MORE TARA BACKSTORY!!!! And SHE deserved to be happy in her relationship. Favourite Line: "I'm the woman behind the woman" ('Saturday') "Went on a diet last night. Lost 185 pounds" ('Night Watch') brOTP:

Tara x Luke hands down. They're siblings and their friendship is so important and precious.

OTP:

BASICALLY Tara and all women, but specifically:

Tara x Rebecca, Tara x JJ, Tara x Emily, OR OT3: Je T'Emily!!

nOTP:

Literally any of the men on this show. She deserves better, she deserves women.

Random Headcanon:

Tara is a Taurus Sun, Pansexual(canon), Demiromantic!! I have always felt this vibe from her and she's always been Demi in Queerminal Minds lore. Now she's canonically admitted relationships are hard for her and she has trouble trusting people in terms of romance. Aro Goddess.

Unpopular Opinion:

People (in the fandom) don't appreciate/like Tara because she's Black. That's it, that's the truth. When she was confirmed as queer people really shit all over the fact she's not Emily, and folks, that's cause people are racist.

Tara Lewis is one of the most capable agents the BAU has ever had and I see so many people talk shit on her for no reason.

ALSO REBECCA WILSON DID NOTHING FUCKING WRONG!!! I hate the way this fandom decided to hate her because she rightfully got upset that her GF didn't give her a heads up about going through such an important case to Rebecca. And it SUCKS that she can't tell Tara more information about certain things but she WORKS FOR DOJ!!! Having a relationship of two people who are federal employees at high clearance levels is BOUND to have secrets they cannot discuss with each other. NEITHER of them did anything wrong, and it's completely understandable why Rebecca was so upset. (Even though obvs FUCK the writers for giving us a canon queer character being happy for what?? 3 total minutes in ten fucking episodes???)

Song I Associate With Them:

SO SO SO MANY! Depends of the ship or the fic mostly. But some top-tier Tara anthems are:

Your Song (Dua Lipa)

That Bitch (Sizzie Rocket)

Women Don't Owe You Shit (ASTON)

Could U Love Me (LIZ)

Boyfriend (Dove Cameron)

Favourite Picture of Them:

[Send Me a Character]

[the-obsessive-collector]

Popscene

(1 - 100)

Dance the night - Dua Lipa

The way that I loved you - Taylor Swift

About damn time - Lizzo

Boys - Lizzo

...Baby One More Time - Britney Spears

Womanizer - Britney Spears

Toxic - Britney Spears

For your entertainment - Adam Lambert

Whataya want from me - Adam Lambert

God is a woman - Ariana Grande

Into you - Ariana Grande

Greedy - Ariana Grande

Everybody (Radio edit) - Backstreet Boys

Beautiful liar - Beyoncé, Shakira

Crazy in love - Beyoncé, Jay-Z

EUNOIA - Billlie

Leave the door open -Bruno Mars, Anderson .Paak

Bad Idea - Dove Cameron

Boyfriend - Dove Cameron

Physical - Dua Lipa

Levitating - Dua Lipa

Hallucinate - Dua Lipa

Love again - Dua Lipa

Break my heart - Dua Lipa

Criminal - Taemin

What you waiting for? - Gwen Stefani

Tu es foutu (Radio edit) - In-Grid

Free yourself - Jessie Ware

Pearls - Jessie Ware

Begin again - Jessie Ware

Lightning - Jessie Ware

These lips - Jessie Ware

Spotlight - Jessie Ware

What's Your Pleasure? - Jessie Ware

Ooh la la - Jessie Ware

In your eyes - Jessie Ware

Harleys in Hawaii - Katy Perry

Circle the drain - Katy Perry

The one that got away - Katy Perry

E.T. - Katy Perry

I want - One Direction

Desire - Years & Years

Man's world - Marina

Ties - Years & Years

Homewrecker - Marina

Starring role - Marina

Teen idle - Marina

Valley of the dolls - Marina

Judas - Lady Gaga

Scheiße - Lady Gaga

Bloody Mary - Lady Gaga

Heavy metal lover - Lady Gaga

Electric chapel - Lady Gaga

Bad romance - Lady Gaga

Telephone - Lady Gaga

Teeth - Lady Gaga

Paparazzi - Lady Gaga

Hey girl - Lady Gaga, Florence Welch

Venus - Lady Gaga

G.U.Y - Lady Gaga

Donatella - Lady Gaga

Mary Jane Holland - Lady Gaga

Imagine it was us - Jessie Ware

Want your feeling - Jessie Ware

All on you - Jessie Ware

Midnight caller - Jessie Ware

Midnight - Jessie Ware

Slow me down - Jessie Ware

La La La - Sam Smith

Kids again - Sam Smith

Unholy - Sam Smith, Kim Petras

I'm not here to make friends - Sam Smith

Can’t get you out of my head - Kylie Minogue

SOS - Rihanna

Don’t stop the music - Rihanna

S&M - Rihanna

Rude boy - Rihanna

The hills - The Weeknd

In the night - The Weeknd

Call out my name - The Weeknd

High for this - The Weeknd

House of balloons/Glass table girls - The Weeknd

Wicked games - The Weeknd

Starboy - The Weeknd

False alarm - The Weeknd

Die for you - The Weeknd

Die for you (Remix) - The Weeknd, Ariana Grande

Earned it - The Weeknd

Blinding lights - The Weeknd

Disease - Lady Gaga