#have to go back for a private tour to get some pictures of them

[mer-se]

Brought my friend to see wolves for her (belated) bday present 🌧️🐺

[princess35azzi]

The Hard Launch of "My Current Girlfriend"

Hi All- this is my first fic ever so please be kind and patient! I did not even edit it so all mistakes are mine and I am so sorry.

I kept seeing those "My current boyfriend/husband" videos on tiktok and kept thinking about how fun it would be for Azzi to play that prank on Paige.

Hope you enjoy it!

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For years, fans and the world around them have speculated about their relationship. Heated debates under their Tiktoks, their friends' lives, their instagram dumps. Always keeping track of every little move.

Azzi Fudd and Paige Bueckers were suspiciously close—closer than most best friends, some insisted. Even now, with hundreds of miles between them every day off you could count on Paige being wherever Azzi's world tour had taken her. And you could always count on running into Azzi in Dallas on her days off.

Then there were their social media soft launches. Something they joked about constantly. Paige always around the edges of Azzi's posts. Sometimes Paige caught checking Azzi out in a mirror selfie, sometimes Paige asleep on Azzi's shoulder on a plane, sometimes Azzi wearing Paige's hoodie in Paige's bathroom.

Azzi's dumps were always a little chaotic. Always sending fans into spirals.

One photo would be her post-game stat. The next? Paige's softly smiling at her across a table lit by a candlelight. Another? A group dinner with Paige's hand in Azzi's lap, barely visible, their pinkies linked under the table.

"IS THE PRIVATE IN THE ROOM WITH US?"

"Yooo how many more soft launches until we get that hard launch?!?"

"IS THAT PAIGE'S HAND ON HER THIGH?????? OMGGG the pinkies plsssss 🥹"

"WE GET IT BUT CAN PAIGE FIGHT?????"

Paige loved it. She knew Azzi was very private about her life. For her social media had become an extension of her professional life. Paige loved to see her have a little fun with their relationship. It also make her giddy to think Azzi could not help but share how happy she was in their relationship.

"baby, lowkey," Paige had said one night while Azzi's head lay in her chest and she played with her curls. "You're the worst at the game of private."

Azzi grinned, eyes shinning and dimples showing. "I don't say anything. I just let the pictures speak."

Still, never a confirmation. No public hand-holding, no public kissing, no captions that said more than "💗", "my shooter", "😍".

But there were many signs.

A favorite was the latest addition to Azzi's favorite heart shaped necklace— a delicate pendant of the number 5. Paige had gifted it to her the night she formally asked her to sit on her table at her WNBA Draft Night. They both knew Azzi would be there, but the asking out loud was a quiet confirmation that they were both ready to take the next step. They knew people would speculate and write discussions posts about what it all meant. But for Paige and Azzi it was just another moment of them showing up for one another and living their love in the safety or their bubble. Always private, but never secret.

And now here they were with Paige visiting Storrs for a weekend. They were getting ready to go out to Ted's with the team. Paige was sitting on Azzi's bed waiting for her to finish getting ready.

Azzi angled her phone for a TikTok. She wore a black crop top and black cargos, her hair up in a bun with a couple of curls framing her face, gold hoops on her ears. Paige, in the background, was lazily adjusting her vintage hoodie, halfway paying attention.

Azzi pressed play and started filming.

"Hi everyone," she said casually, dimples pointing at the camera. "Today my current girlfriend and I are going to do a little fit check."

Azzi's eyes carefully watched for her girlfriend's reaction in the back.

There was a beat of silence. She could see the wheels turning in Paige's head. In the reflection of the mirror, she could see Paige frozen.

Azzi smiled and kept talking like nothing happened. "She is wearing a thrifted hoodie I found, my old UConn tee, and jeans."

Paige slowly turned, her face caught between shock, pure offense, and existential crisis.

"uh-huh not allat...repeat that please? whatchu mean your 'current girlfriend'" Paige said giving her the air quotes with her fingers and a bewildered look. Before Azzi could answer Paige continued, "Current girlfriend???? I am sorry, did we break up and I didn't get the memo??"

Azzi could not help but giggle. Turning to her, dimples in full force like she hadn't just casually dropped a bomb.

"Oh, but you are my girlfriend right now? Baby, that makes you my current girlfriend" she said, feigning innocence.

"Yes, I caught that," Paige said, stepping closer and holding her by her hips and she rested her head on the crook of her neck. Eyebrows furrowed and pout in full display. "You just hard-launch our relationship on Tiktok and implied you have a full roster."

Azzi laughed, tucking a loose curl behind her ear and turning to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Relax. You are my only girlfriend. Current is just a true statement and it sounds cute and lowkey...unbothered you might say."

Paige, did not smile. She narrowed her eyes and stared at her in the reflection of the mirror. "It sounds like you've got a backup."

"No. no, baby. You are everything. My starter and my bench." Azzi teased. "You are the roster. All-star. MVP."

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. "You are lucky I am madly in love with you."

"I know," Azzi said sweetly. "What are you going to do about it? Kiss me on camera to confirm you are the one woman roster in my lif-?"

Before she could get the word out Paige's lips where on her only interrupted by the soft laugh coming out of Azzi's mouth.

The next morning Azzi is laying on Paige's chest enjoy the warmth of her body while Paige plays with her fingers. Paige raises her hand and kisses her ring finger with a lazy smile spreading a cross her face followed by, "I can't wait to be your current wife."

It is in that moment that Azzi decides that video is not staying in her drafts.

The comments start to come immediately:

"EVERYONE WILL REMEMBER WHERE THEY WERE DURING THE PAZZI HARDLAUNCH"

"WAIT. WHAT.WAIT. DID AZZI JUST CALL HER HER GRIELFRIEND?

"not us finally getting a hardlaunch after years of waiting and it was a drive-by"

"PAIGE'S FACE OMG AZZI FIX IT KISS HER RIGHT NOW. I COULD FEEL THE HEART BREAK!"

"Paige is never recovering from being called 'current'"

"AZZI BETTER ADD HER TO YOUR DUMP WITH A "FOREVER" IN THE CAPTION OR WE RIOT"

They read and laugh about them all morning. Azzi liking a couple of them. Until she sees the one Paige left on her post:

"pov: you didnt know if you were being hard-launched or soft-dumped 🥺"

Azzi does fix it that night by posting another dump.

(Slide 1) A mirror selfie in her apartment. Azzin in her sweats, Paige behind her in a hoodie, one arm slung casually around Azzi's waist. The pendant with the number 5 visible. Eyes on each other.

(Slide 2)

A shot of their iced coffee cups on a cafe table. Azzi's name spelled right, Paige's cup says "Azzis Forever Girl" (in Azzi's handwriting.)

(Slide 3)

A close-up of the pendant necklace on Azzi's collarbone, the "5" in the corner of her collarbone with Paige's finger resting lightly right under it in the shot.

(Slide 4)

A grainy polaroid held up by Azzi's finger next to Paige's soft smile of Paige asleep on her shoulder during a movie night.

(Slide 5)

A picture of Paige and her family at the dinner table. Paige hold Azzi's pinky on top of the table.

(Slide 6)

A picture of Paige's soft smile as she stands at the baggage claim area with a bouquet of flowers in hand and strawberry and nutella snack on the other.

(Slide 7)

A picture of Azzi sleeping on Paige's lap with Paige hand caressing her cheek.

(Slide 8)

A picture of two paper rings. And Paige's soft look and timid smile blurred behind them.

(Slide 9)

A picture of Paige's latest visit to Storrs. A group photo of the team around Paige. Azzi sitting on her lap with her arms around her neck. Cheeks pressed together and Paige's arms lazily around her lower hips.

(Slide 10)

Paige asleep in her bed wearing her old hoodie sleepily reaching for her hand.

The caption is simple: "ft. forever 💗 "

the top comments make her grin.

"Ft. forever" is INSANE WORK AZZI."

"Paige currently fighting for her life trying to stay nonchalant final boss"

[freshlovefein]

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ RAPPER!CHRIS X MODEL!READER HEADCANNONS

HEADCANNONS of rapper!chris and model!reader ,★

warnings , mentions of sexual themes, drugs, and alcohol.

read in DARK MODE!

. ⭐️ ݁₊ ੭ RAPPER!CHRIS HEADCANNONS ,

RAPPER!CHRIS , who’s stage name is ‘FRE$H LUV’.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who’s very needy when he is high and craves attention when he is around you and becomes very touchy until you give him the right attention.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who always includes something about you in his songs, expressing how much he appreciates you and loves you and always refereed as ‘my girl’.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who make you be included in some of his songs getting you to record your laugh or you saying his name and your voice mails you send him when he is on tour.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who’s always by your side when you are around his boys, as much as he trusts them in general he doesn’t trust them around you so he makes sure he is overly touchy with you when you are around them.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who had a bad reputation before he met you, but you changed his point of view on life completely once you both started dating.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who loves when you are being bratty because he knows he is able to fuck it out of you if you carry on — ‘you want me to f’you right here or sum?’.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who loves when you give him head in the studio when you come and see him there especially when he is in the studio working late.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who always makes sure he is at every single one of your shoots when you are shooting for brands and your runway shows, so you know he is your biggest supporter.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who only focuses on making as much money as he can, his musics, you and his brothers.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who is obsessed with having phone sex when he goes away for work, he loves hearing you moan his name and beg for him to come home because you crave him — ‘mmh, ma keep using those pretty fingers of yours until i’m back okay!’.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who’s lock screen is a picture of you from one of your lingerie shoots.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who doesn’t let you do any drugs, he doesn’t want you touching any of the shit he does other then weed because he loves your high eyes.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who loves snorting lines of your tits when he is in club.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who definitely likes it when he is rough with you when fucking you in doggy — he loves watching your ass bounce against him whilst covered in hand print marks from spanking. ‘good girl, keep bouncing that ass all on me,’. ‘s’good, ma taking me all in’.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who gets your initials on his grills and always makes sure he is wearing them when around other women.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who gives you money each week so you can treat yourself get your nails done, lashes new jewellery and a new set for you to wear whilst you ride him.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who has your initials embroidered on the passenger seat headrest in his car because you are his passenger princess.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who always makes sure your in his music videos if it includes any women in them as he doesn’t want to be touching anyone other than you.

RAPPER!CHRIS , who has your name tattooed on the inside of the bottom lip so when they are making out and you bite his bottom lip you can see your name knowing only you can kiss him.

. ⭐️ ݁₊ ੭ MODEL!READER HEADCANNONS ,

MODEL!READER , who sits on his lap when they are in social settings and you slowly pushes your self into him, you love teasing him in public.

MODEL!READER , who has his name tattooed behind your ear, when he holds your hair back when you are giving him head he strokes it.

MODEL!READER , who rolls his blunts for him whilst he is on the mic in the studio working.

MODEL!READER , who moans and dirty talks in his ear quietly when you are feeling horny and are out in public so he knows to come with you and find somewhere private to go — ‘my pussy is so wet baby just from looking at you!’.

MODEL!READER , who’s whole camera is full of videos of you going to his concerts and all you can hear is you in back of them as you are his biggest fan.

MODEL!READER , who is always mentioning him when you are doing an interview and getting him in your vouge beauty secret videos.

MODEL!READER , who dances on him when you both go to parties together, making sure all the girls who have been looking at him the whole night know to look somewhere else.

MODEL!READER , who buys yourself and him matching chrome heart bracelets.

MODEL!READER , who makes sure you invite him to everyone of your shoots that involves lingerie so he can pick his favourite one on you.

MODEL!READER , who always offers to give him road head whilst he is driving you both back home from being at the studio. — ‘lemme relax you baby, you look stressed’.

MODEL!READER , who models all the clothes you get sent by brands in front of him.

MODEL!READER , who does explicit photoshoots just for him, so he can keep the photos to himself so when he goes away for work he can touch himself to the pictures of you.

MODEL!READER , who has a huge walk in wardrobe in your home that you demanded chris��� to allow you to have.

MODEL!READER , who gives chris’ ‘fuck me eyes’ when you are both across the room from each other — you love too tease him at all costs.

© chromehrts 2025

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[astroellies]

˚༄࿔ more singer ellie (ft. actor reader) headcanons

warnings! happiness and fun.

⭐︎ you know that one video of oscar isaac and jessica chastain? yeah ellie likes doing that when you two are on red carpets together. she’s shameless and lovessss to show you off, especially when you’re feeling hot.

⭐︎ likes to take 0.5s or other unflattering photos of you during commerical breaks at award shows. she likes to post them for your birthday or anniversary (to keep you humble of course).

⭐︎ she likes you to star in her music videos. especially if they’re short films or otherwise telling a story. if you’re fem(me) she loves when you have a hyper-feminine vibe or if you’re more masc she thinks it’s so hot to butch out with you. her videos are essentially thirst traps but she’d never admit it.

⭐︎ AND the fans absolutely eat up the bts of the music videos. you like to bring a camera to set to film her. cute videos of her getting her makeup touched up and smirking at the camera saying hi baby. or silly ones of her talking in a thick southern accent dressed as a cowboy saying something like howdy, partner.

⭐︎ pre-eras tour ellie says that she isn’t a swiftie but you drag her along to the concert and catch her doing a frat-flick during we are never ever getting back together. (also she heard champagne problems live she became evermore’s #1 fan!)

fans see her too and definitely give her friendship bracelets and post videos of her dancing to tiktok. the masses are saying that ellie and taylor need to collab (no matter how different their music styles are).

⭐︎ speaking of ellie liking taylor swift she loves to hype up the other music girls. she was definitely spotted at chappell’s gov ball set wearing heart sunglasses and screaming after midnight. i feel like she’d dream of collabing with sabrina carpenter and being freaks together. ALSO megan the stallion is her biggest celebrity crush like watch out if she ever meets her it’s over for you two. specifically loves big ole freak.

⭐︎ sings with joel all the time. whether he’s famous or not (nepo ellie?) he’s featured on at least one of her songs. they’d definitely do a cover of like country roads, take me home or something.

⭐︎ you two would somehow end up doing like a wired autocomplete interview together and they have to cut the footage because you two are flirting or just being silly together. like pedro pascal and oscar isaac’s but romantic.

⭐︎ there are definitely some paparazzi photos out there of her looking just straight up silly lol. i’m talking one of those i’m not a gynecologist but i’ll take a look shirts, huge ass adam sandler shorts, mismatched socks, and crocs. and she’s like on a grocery run or walking a dog or something.

⭐︎ has done calvin klein or perfume ads that have people going crazy. close ups of her eyes and her tattoo. in a sports bra. hair slightly slicked back.

⭐︎ your biggest fan ever when you win awards. full standing ovation, kissing you all over before you can actually go on stage and collect the award. will post a picture of you two at like dennys or some 24/7 diner post-oscars. your hair and makeup messy. you’re wearing her blazer. the trophy sat next to you on the table. and the caption is like so proud of my girl.

⭐︎ if you kept your relationship private before getting married the internet would lose their shit. like you post a singular picture of her, tattoo peaking out from under her suit, ring on full display and hand wrapped around your waist. saying something like best day of my life with the best wife(!!).

⭐︎ i think she’d love sending edits of you, herself, or both of you to you. she’d be like babe we’re so hot. (if you have opposite aesthetics people definitely edit you to style by taylor swift!)

⭐︎ she’d probably get her instagram password taken away after posting like it was her spam account. like maybe she unintentionally spoils a new movie you’re in by posting a bts photo of you in her photo dump.

⭐︎ no matter how famous she gets, black converses will always be her go-to performance shoe. and she wears them to the DEATH. it doesn’t matter if you buy her a new pair she will wear the old ones until the sole is falling off and then she will wear the new pair. her fanbase definitely jokes about this similarly to how the tlou fandom does. like tiktoks of the most fucked up shoes and they’re like this is so ellie williams core.

⭐︎ she goes on like jimmy fallon or some late night show and they show a clip of her after getting her wisdom teeth removed (or some other procedure that makes you loopy)…

and she’s crying because she called you really pretty but she has a girlfriend and she feels so bad about it. but you’re behind the camera telling her you’re her wife. which makes her cry harder because you’re so so beautiful and perfect. and joel’s in the front seat, driving, and laughing his ass off.

⭐︎ you two get to go on snl together, you’re hosting and she’s the musical guest and you two fuck up every skit you’re in. like as soon as you make eye contact with her you’re bursting out laughing (how could you not when she’s dressed like an 80’s rockstar or a stereotypical nerd).

[concretejunglefm]

You know that one video of Noah taking a picture of fans? Could you do a one shot about that but y/n is his girlfriend and the fans are super excited to meet her as well and maybe one fan is holding a sign asking y/n to sign it so y/n asks Noah if she can go up to the fans. I'm not sure if I'm explaining this right but I just thought about it and thought it would be a cute fluffy type thing idk 😭.

enjoy nothing but pure fluff anon <3

As you exit the venue, you find yourself lingering behind Noah, enticed to shield yourself from the adoration of the fans who had patiently waited for them backstage. While you could have easily slipped away, you’re kept in your spot behind Noah, with his arm tucked behind him, hand holding yours, and your fingers intertwined.

Before he climbs into the minivan, he turns his attention to the crowd, snapping a photo of them with the disposable camera in his other hand. It’s the same camera he’s been using backstage for most of the day, capturing his own memories of their second visit to Australia, and your first.

Nicholas slips past you, banana tucked against his ear as he continues his long-standing joke of using the fruit as a phone. Meanwhile, Jolly breaks away from the group to distribute the remaining guitar picks among the fans, expressing his gratitude and engaging in a few words with them.

As you climb into the van, following Noah’s lead, you hear your name being called amidst a cacophony of voices. Turning your attention, you scan the small crowd of faces to find the one calling out to you. To your surprise, they’re holding up a sign with your name written on it.

You believed no one cared about you, being the girlfriend of a lead singer, despite being the sole lifeline that allows them a glimpse into his life, amidst baking posts and tour-related ones where you express your pride in him. You never flaunted your relationship with Noah; you were quite private about it. However, seeing a sign bearing your name made your heart flutter.

When you glance back at Noah, you notice a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes are fixed on yours, radiating a gentle warmth that you had always noticed when he was gazing at you, even when you weren’t aware he was.

“Head over there, you have your own fan.” He nods his head, gesturing for you to approach the fan who was proudly displaying the makeshift sign in a small crowd of people, alongside other fans holding their own signs.

“Are you sure?” you murmur, noticing his head tilting and nudging you to walk over there.

As you approach, Noah guides you with a hand at your lower back, while Jolly calls you over.

“Hi,” you begin hesitantly, unsure of how to act in this situation.

You’ve encountered fans who’ve recognized you in the past, but they tend to jump in, making comments about Noah, the band or even requesting a photo when you’re seen with him. While it’s rare, it does happen, but Noah is polite enough to respect your privacy and politely decline. The only exception has been at music venues, after a show, or at festivals.

“Hi!” A girl around your age eagerly steps forward, restrained only by the barrier that had been erected to prevent fans from encroaching on the bands personal space. “I’m a huge fan. I absolutely adore all your baking videos.”

“Oh gosh! You watch those?” You shake your head with a soft laugh, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.

You love baking, and while only a hobby, you take it seriously enough to document it on your Instagram, occasionally featuring moments of Noah’s playful antics, like him jumping in and stealing some of the mixture or a freshly baked good while they’re cooling.

“Would you mind?” she asks, holding out a sign and a Sharpie. As you get a closer look, you notice the decorative colored sprinkles and cupcakes around your name. For a moment, you’re speechless.

A gentle nudge from Noah brings you back to reality. His hand slips around onto your waist, giving you a soft yet possessive squeeze.

“So, you came to the show for her?” Noah asks, as you grab the sharpie and start scribbling your signature, wondering how any of the guys—or even celebrities—can possibly decide on a single one.

“Of course!”

You catch Noah’s mock offended gasp, quickly giggling in response. As you return the sharpie, you whisper a quiet thank you to the fan.

“How does it feel to be known as her boyfriend?” she asks.

You tilt your head slightly against the front of Noah’s shoulder as he draws you closer to him, your brow raising, as if waiting for him to respond.

“It feels pretty good.”

That makes you scoff and roll your eyes, playfully swatting at his chest with a hand. “Oh, please. I bet that hurt to say, ‘Mr. big egotistical rockstar’,” you quip, your tongue pressing between your front teeth as you scrunch your nose.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grins, and it melts your heart when you catch that familiar soft look in his eyes. “Why don’t you get a photo together?” he suggests, gently releasing you and guiding you towards your fan.

“Really?” you both reply in unison.

Noah pulls out his phone, Jolly reaching for the fan’s, as you move to stand as close to them as you can, awkwardly deciding how to pose. It was easier when you were backstage, working with Bryan, where he would snap numerous photos of you being silly, in between their usual takes.

“Oh my god! Thank you so much! The group chat won’t believe this!” She practically squeals as Jolly hands back her phone. You smile, offering your own gentle thanks, before feeling the gentle pull of Noah as you’re called back over to the minivan.

As the fans bid their farewells, you settle into your seat, gazing over the photo on Noah’s phone screen.

“Your very own fan. How does it feel?” Matt asks, leaning over the back of your seat to glance at the phone.

“Insane,” you exclaim, your bewilderment evident in your voice.

“You’re officially a part of the crew now, kid,” Matt says, ruffling your hair before he settles back down. You shake your head, laughing.

When you glance across to Noah, seated beside you, you notice his mischievous wink before his knee gently nudges yours across the narrow walkway, easily done due to his long legs.

It really did feel like you were part of the Bad Omens crew now.

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[smutoperator]

Luck Inside Her Backdoor

Kim Yoohyeon x Male Reader

Tags: 100% anal, big ass, butt plug, casting couch, facial, gape, glasses, (a lot of) lube, sloppy blowjobs, sugar daddy

Word count: 4223.

Your daughter came with an unusual request. She wanted to attend the concert of a K-pop group. You had never heard of them. Dreamcatcher, apparently. But you decided to be a good father and give her the tickets to the concert. You knew nothing about them but wanted to make your daughter happy, especially following the recent divorce you had with her mother.

At the concert, one of the girls caught your attention. She was quite tall and moved her body perfectly while also performing great interactions with the crowd. "What's her name?" you asked your daughter. "Yoohyeon," she replied.

Indeed, Yoohyeon had hypnotized you, especially her ass. You kinda wanted to impress your daughter and see if you could find a way to meet Dreamcatcher after the concert, but more than this, you wanted to take a closer look at her.

You contacted the managers, who said it wasn't possible; they just weren't going to give you access. But you insisted, using your money and influence to bribe them and get your daughter to have an improvised fan meet with them.

Your daughter was quite happy, taking as many pictures with their idols as she could. But you were even more delighted as you managed to sneak in a message to Yoohyeon. "If you're still in town tomorrow, meet me at this place. Here's my phone number." Yoohyeon was about to throw it out, but she texted you out of curiosity, asking why you would want to meet her in private. "For sex, tell me where your place is, and I'll pick you up," you replied in the next message. "Sure," she agreed.

You left your daughter at school and guided Yoohyeon to your place. It was a cold day, meaning she was wearing a quite long jacket, but her long-sleeved top had all the buttons in place but still showed off her beautiful midriff and elongated navel, while her jeans showcased the great figure of her bottom. She also looked extremely cute with the glasses she had on. Yoohyeon sat on your couch as you approached her, asking her a question. "Are you ready for your audition?"

As soon as Yoohyeon heard those words, she already knew what to do, getting on her knees. She slowly took off her jeans and panties, showcasing her meaty pussy and the butt plug covering her asshole. You already knew her ass was amazing, but it looked even better in full display—truly a packed and stacked bubble butt.

Yoohyeon gave you a little smirk as you started playing with her anal plug using your left hand, removing it, then putting it back in a couple times. Every time her butthole got exposed, you used your tongue to lick it fully. Yoohyeon enjoyed the attention as you focused on her ass before sliding your right hand under her to massage her pussy. "Ah yes," she said in approval.

Having someone willing to be her sugar daddy was something she wasn't expecting. Things looked pretty safe for Yoohyeon as of lately. Her group avoided the seven-year curse, and she had a steady income from sales and touring, but she knew she had to ace today's performance more than any concert to be set for life. She got herself barefoot as you kept playing with the plug in her ass and making her let out some very sexy moans. 

You picked up the pace and fucked her a little faster using the plug while placing your free hand at her massive cheeks. You started giving Yoojyeon some hot kisses without looking at her cute face as both of you closed your eyes to enjoy the touching of both your lips better. Between the kisses, you continued to warm up her asshole, pushing the plug in and out of it.

"Let me see that dick," Yoohyeon interrupted you with a naughty request as her eyes brightened under the glass. "You want it now?" you asked. "Yes," she said with a big smile, truly ready to impress her sugar daddy. But you decided to tease her a little, fingering her pussy while still manuvering the plug in her asshole. "Take it yourself," you told her.

Yoohyeon turned around and placed her hands in your belt, taking it off and then unzipping you as she unveiled your cock. It was still flaccid due to the weather, but it definitely had the size. Nothing like some little work couldn't fix it, as Yoohyeon grabbed it hard and inserted it in her warm mouth, prompting a rush of blood from the rest of your body towards your pole.

You started taking your shirt off as Yoohyeon coughed on your dick while taking it deep in her throat for the first time. She managed to warm your cock up so quickly that it wasn't long before your tip was springing out of the foreskin. "Oh fuck, oh shit, god damn it," you murmured as Yoohyeon started her no-hands blowjob that made her gag on it.

As more spit came out of Yoohyeon's mouth, she started to unbutton her jacket and take it off without ever leaving your cock out of her mouth, even with you making it harder on her by pushing her head against your crotch, as she closed her eyes while her forehead landed on your belly. That only made Yoohyeon try harder, as she had now taken her jacket off to the fullest and started loosening up her top's buttons one by one as soon as she gagged on your prick once again, rolling her eyes as her glasses touched the base of your cock.

Yoohyeon pulled out of your cock as soon as she managed to take her top off, with you moving her face close to yours to kiss her sloppy mouth while caressing her beautiful round boobs. You took Yoohyeon's pantyhose off, the last piece of clothing she was wearing, staring at her now fully naked body from top to bottom. It was freezing cold outside, but her body was so hot that you weren't feeling anything. Quite the contrary, as your cock was now fully erected and throbbing for more heat from Yoohyeon's filthy mouth.

As Yoohyeon dove under your cock to suck you off a little more, you placed your right hand right on top of her big ass, closing your eyes as her mouth sucked the shit out of your dick. You fucked her ass with the plug, dreaming of replacing it with your cock the more she gagged on it. You pushed your shaft a little up, reaching all the way down her throat, to make it harder for her, leading Yoohyeon to gulp and almost throw up as you hit her gag reflexes. You two started it all over again, this time with her lasting much longer with it bulging under her throat as she quickly adjusted to your length while also adding some hot massage to your ballsack. 

She really knew where to hit the right spots, as Yoohyeon's massage ended up being a massive turn-on to you. And she sensed the same, increasing the speed at which her hands moved around your big balls. "Oh my God," it was all you could say once she finally finished it, moving towards fast dives into your cock and a high-paced blowjob that slowly turned her on as well, making her nipples quite hard in the process.

You pushed Yoohyeon's hair a little to the side to have a better view of her pretty face gagging all over your meat. But it didn't take long until you received a request from her. "I want you to shove this dick deep in my ass," she said. You loved hearing those words. Yoohyeon was ready to take it straight up her butthole and not waste any time in her pussy. She knew she had to go big or go home, and her begging voice clearly indicated it. Today, it was anal or bust.

"You do? Then beg me," you tease her. "Please, daddy, shove it up in my big fat ass; I want you to stretch my asshole out and gape it to the size of the moon." Yoohyeon meant business as she turned around and got on her knees on the couch, her butt now facing you as she licked her tongue. You removed the plug off her anus in one go as Yoohyeon held her left hand into the couch's arm, bracing herself for your big cock fully inside her. You added some lube as her butthole quickly started to clench shortly after the plug's removal.

You shoved your tip on Yoohyeon's backdoor, taking advantage of the lube you placed at her anal entrance, leading her to elicit a few moans. "Oh my God, yes," she approved as your shaft slowly disappeared inside her bunghole. You penetrated it slowly, making sure to take your cock deep inside her cavity from the start. Yoohyeon then starts fingering her pussy to increase the stimulation as you grab her slippery tush with just your right hand.

You give Yoohyeon very deep pumps, with the lube helping you slide all the way in with ease. Running your hands on top of her ass, you keep impaling her with your full length for a decent amount, leading her to scream. "FUCK!" she yells as every inch of your cock is already buried inside her butthole. "Want to take it deep again?" you ask. "AHHHHH YESSSS," she says in sync with your cock ripping her hole apart as you pull out of her.

Yoohyeon closes her eyes as you get ready for yet another deep anal insertion. This time, you go a little faster, making her feel much more of the heat. "Ugh, fuck, give me, give me, give me that cock," she says, her body bouncing at each thurst you give her. You pull out to check her already large gape, spitting straight inside her asshole and pounding her big ass with more speed as soon as you go back inside. "Ohhhh, so fucking deep," she says as her voice starts to crack, squealing as your balls start clapping her round cheeks, rolling her eyes at each pump you give her.

You pour some extra lube on her cheeks and your cock. Yoohyeon's ass jiggled as she felt your meat stretching her cornhole out. You kept putting more lube in her ass and using your hand to spread it out as she panted and moaned with your cock deep inside her butthole, enjoying the massage you were giving her butt. "Put it deep in my asshole; oh fuck, make me cum so much," she said as you started pounding her harder with the lube fully settled in and making her ass shine.

Yoohyeon held her hands against the couch's arm as you railed her, groaning and getting out of breath. "YEAH! YEAH!" she screamed at each pump. She put her ass up and enjoyed your balls smashing her cunt, rolling her eyes while doing so. You started spanking her fat cheeks, showing off who her owner truly was, and printing your hands all over her ass before switching to slower thursts to enjoy your shaft disappearing inside her ass to the fullest while she screamed in submission to your cock and groaned more and more.

"Let me taste that dick," Yoohyeon said as she pulled out. That imposing girl you saw the day before had turned into a submissive whore who would do everything to please her sugar daddy's huge cock. As she dove back into your shaft, you surprised her with some thrusts into her mouth. You weren't even going fast, but she was already spitting all over that dick. You grabbed her by the hair, shoving your cock harder in her mouth as you increased the pace. Yoohyeon was gagging and spitting so hard that your cock had turned into a pudding mess of saliva.

Still catching her breath, Yoohyeon sits on your massive meat and starts riding it, giving you a perfect view of her ass bouncing up and down your cock as she gets impaled. Her spit is more effective than any lube, it turns out. She goes slow, trying to adjust to your length as she puts her feet on your thighs while riding. But as soon as she does that, you pump your cock up Yoohyeon's shithole, challenging her to keep her balance as you mercilessly pound her ass.

"FUCK, IT'S SO HUGE!" Yoohyeon screams as she closes her eyes and grips her feet as hard as she can against your thighs, managing to regain control of the bounce as she finally takes it full length inside her asshole. Yoohyeon pants a lot but wants more, gyrating her hips as she takes it deeper in her anus.

Your cock hitting the whole length of Yoohyeon's butthole makes her moan much harder. You sense the opportunity and start fingering her cunt while she bounces on your manhood. Yoohyeon now spreads her legs as you massage her clit, getting even more passionate as you draw her body closer to you, kissing her while she moves up and down your cock and running your hands all over her fit belly and sexy tits.

"GOD, YES, YES," Yoohyeon felt overwhelmed: your mouth in her lips, your hands now deep in her meaty pussy, just like your cock balls deep in her ass, it was too much for her to handle as she closed her legs and her thighs started to jiggle involuntairly. You took advantage, and shortly after, you resumed pounding her hard. Yoohyeon couldn't decide between staring at the ceiling and closing her eyes or staring at your big cock manhandling her. Your high-intensity pounding had flipped a switch on her, as she started bouncing hard on your dick as if she had something to prove. Well, she kind of did, but at this pace, she had passed your test with ease; everything else was just a bonus now.

"OHHHHHH. UGGGGHHHHH," Yoohyeon lets out a massive scream as you tilt her body slightly and start hammering her. But her next reaction would be even more priceless. "Oh shit," is all she can say when you lift her legs up and lock them with your arms, placing her under a full Nelson as you hit deep in her shitter. Yoohyeon is completely imobilized and gets the perfect view of your cock working inside her bunghole.

"Ahhh, oh my fucking God," is all Yoohyeon manages to say when you free her and now tilt her entire body sideways, closing her legs as you kiss her passionately and keep stretching her out, her pussy gushing at each pounding you give her asshole. "Holy fuck, you're making me cream so hard," she says as she gets fucked with her legs fully up in the air and the perfect view for you to look at her face screaming and crying. "Ahhhh, so so good," she says in an almost muffled manner as you get close to her face to kiss her, grabbing her thighs as you give her a sort of spooning with her legs lifted.

Yoohyeon moans a lot, prompting you to tell her to hush. You spread her legs a little for deeper penetration as you increase the speed of your poundings in her butthole. Yoohyeon fingers herself as her left leg rests on your couch while her right leg is fully up in the air. You go harder and get her out of breath before slowing down to take a pair of deep pumps in her ass.

"Now taste it," you say as you pull out of Yoohyeon's dirty hole and she gets on her feet for the first time in a long while. But that doesn't even last a couple seconds. Like a puppy, Yoohyeon crawls back to your big rod on all fours to suck it dry and taste her shithole, gagging on it, slurping it, and massaging your balls as you run your hands all over her big ass.

"Ready to go back?" you ask her. Yoohyeon doesn't need any words to answer, just her eagerness to jump on that pole and ride it like a cowgirl as she lines it up against her anal entrace once more as you add more lube to her shiny cheeks. Yoohyeon sits on it as she tilts her body down and lets your cock fill her ass up to the fullest while you massage her huge tush that carries half her weight. She starts very slowly, enjoying every time your tip touches the depths of her bunghole. You spread her ass a little for easier penetration, grabbing it to push it up and get longer bounces from her.

"Shit!" Yoohyeon exclaims as you start clapping against her ass again and giving it some spanking. She rests her head on the couch, bracing herself for another round of rough pounding. You get so overconfident that your cock slips out of her hole, but you quickly make up for it, making her cheeks make a noise akin to someone's while riding a horse, as all the lube accumulated around it makes it splash at each pump. And indeed, Yoohyeon was getting mauled by a horse hung all the way deep in her ass at an increased speed.

Drops of Yoohyeon's saliva were still glued to your cock as they created a little string between your cock and her buttcheeks, resisting your hard thursts as you now spanked both her cheeks. Yoohyeon decided to take a bit of control and ride it herself, much to your approval. "Just like that," you told her as Yoohyeon smashed her fat ass against your hips and made your cock disappear between her enormous cheeks.

You pulled out and gaped Yoohyeon's asshole as some fluid came out of her asshole. It was the lube that accumulated inside her after so much pounding; although it looked so much like cum, it felt like you had creampied her when it landed on your skin. "Want another gape?" you asked. "Yeah," she answered while moaning as you slowly removed your cock and spread her cheeks. Her butthole was fully red and wide after such a long and rough fucking.

Yoohyeon put your cock back in and bounced a bit, but soon it would be stopped as you gaped her again, this time placing your middle finger at the edges of her anus and spreading it out. But Yoohyeon wanted something different. "Stop teasing me and fuck my ass," she says as you insert your cock back in her and give her a hard pounding while beating her buttcheeks like a drum.

Yoohyeon then decided to place her feet on the couch to give your meat another ride, bouncing her fat ass so hard that your impalment eventually hurt her, leading you to lift her ass up in the air and regain control of the pounding, showing no mercy for her now sore asshole. Yoohyeon tries to stay strong as you tear her ass apart, howling and screaming like a puppy. Her cheeks are fully red, she groans and moans like never before, and the couch trembles at each pounding you give her. "AHHHHHHHHHH,"  she screams hard as you continue to impale her nonstop.

"Yes, baby, I love that dick in my ass. I love it," Yoohyeon says. "Then show it," you tell her, pulling out for her to taste it once more as you dunk her head on your cock. "Gag on it, bitch," you demand as she also spits on it, and you impale her mouth like it's her dirty asshole. Yoohyeon can barely breathe, but you don't care and push her to the limit, giving her a congratulatory kiss shortly after.

"Get on all fours like a good puppy," you tell her. An extra lube and your cock slide inside Yoohyeon's gaped butthole with little resistance, going deep inside her in the first thrust. Her wet cunt taints your couch, but you couldn't care less; you just wanted to admire her stretched hole, taking your cock in and out of it to the fullest multiple times. "Ahhhh, stretch my asshole," Yoohyeon begs as you keep playing with it and watch her cunt drip.

In, out, in, out. You keep doing it, now a little faster, until Yoohyeon spreads her cheeks just enough for you to pound her to the fullest. "AHHHHHHH. AHHHHHH," she screams with her eyes closed as you top her and ram her like a dog. She cries a bit as you spank her ass and clap her cheeks hard. "OHHHHH FUCK FUCK," she keeps begging. Your couch now creaks at each pump you give inside Yoohyeon's used-up asshole as you take her balls deep. "Good puppy," you tell her after you slow down. She can only look at you with begging eyes as you dominate her.

"You're gonna make me fucking cum so hard," Yoohyeon says as Squirt keeps gushing out of her vagina. Her impending orgasm leads to pleasurable pain for her as her already sore anal walls get even more sensitive, and she keeps barking and howling. "Then let me see it," you tell her.

You order Yoohyeon to put her back on the couch and face you, giving her a missionary fucking. Her legs tremble as she starts cumming while you fuck her ass, enjoying an amazing orgasm that only gets better after each thrust. Even your cock now is a little bent over after such long wear and tear up her butthole. "Jeez," Yoohyeon says as she continues to orgasm and you continue to fuck her.

Yoohyeon spreads her anus and shows you her massive gape once more. She's so stretched out now that even your balls can enter her anus while barely forcing them in. She's just your slutty puppy, your begging sugar baby, and your anal gloryhole. "Stretch my ass," she says as you place your thumb in her mouth. One extra layer of lube to grant her wish, and you're back inside her worn-out pooper. You grab her legs to allow you to increase your pace. Yoohyeon feels it as just a couple of faster thrusts have already sent her over the moon. "Oh fuck," is all she can say; her tits now jiggle as you go rougher on her, putting your hands between them. The couch continues to creak, now harder than ever as she can barely say any words now with your cock hammering her like a sex toy. Now her whole body trembles just as you give her a rest and switch to a slow-paced fucking of her lube-filled shitter.

But your mercy only lasts a few seconds as you rub Yoohyeon's dripping cunt, searching for more squirt, sensing she's still aching inside her holes. "D-d-daddy," she says with her grinding teeth, in a way you can barely hear it. She keeps squealing and moaning as she feels weaker than ever and can barely feel her legs. Your dominance over her is almost complete; you just need one item to cross off your sugar baby's checklist.

Yoohyeon closes her eyes and opens her mouth. You keep pumping her deep. She seems to be waiting for something. It doesn't take you long to find out. "May I have your cum, please?" she asks. "You want it? you reply. "I want your cum. I want it so fucking bad; please, please, give me your cum," she continues. You increase the pace of fucking her asshole, getting ready to finish inside it and crown your work of art, pushing Yoohyeon's body hard against the couch's arm, but she has different plans.

"I want your cum all over my fucking face. Hit my face with your fucking cum; cover my glass. Please, please, cum on my face; I want to taste it. Please, I want your cum. Please, please, please," Yoohyeon starts to beg. You answer her as she gets on her knees, and you start jerking your cock off before she takes control and does it herself, sucking it and getting it ready to burst. "You want that cum? Work for it!" you tease her. "Yes, I want your fucking cum," she says. "Oh, keep going," you tell her as she gets you on the edge and close to finishing.

"Oh fuck, I wanna cum." It doesn't take long for you to say those words. After an extra jerkoff from Yoohyeon, you cover her nose and her glasses full of jizz, eratically shooting to a point where some of it lands on her collarbone. A very pleased Yoohyeon sucks your cock, and now your legs are the ones that tremble. Then she takes her glasses off to lick and swallow the cum that got stuck in there, later scooping what was in her face and sending it straight to her needy mouth.

Yoohyeon keeps sucking your cock, still hard, even after she drained your balls. "Can I be your sugar baby now?" she asked. "You didn't even need to ask," you tell her. As she keeps jerking you off and you guys start thinking of your future plans, she hears some noise coming out of the door.

"I think someone is entering the house," Yoohyeon says. "Let's get out of here."

It was your daughter.

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (12)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

About yn: although the character does not have a faceclaim, pictures suggest reader is white.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 12) — STILL IN NYC

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yourinstagram nyc this is not a drill: my favorite person in the whole wide world is here and even tho she’s just arrived she’s not wasting any time!! i mean ive barely recovered from how freaking good the show was but im already out here having yet another greatest night thanks to her. god i missed you ＠bestfriend lets find you a fake job too so you never leave my side okay? okay love youuuuuuu  

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bestfriend COUNTDOWN IS OVERRRRRR bestfriend WE FINALLY MEET AGAINNNNN  bestfriend WHERE IS MY PIZZAAAAAA user3 the chaotic energy i get from these two is so healing istg  harrystyles I feel betrayed

↳ yourinstagram no boys allowed when it’s girls night ↳ bestfriend you’re invited next time tho we’ll make an exception

harryfan1 harry can you please just follow her already ftlog you’re here all the time anyway  harryfan5 aaaaaaaa it happened it finally happened!! user1 omg I’m so happy for you, so excited! I guess this means she’s going to the second show, right? 🤩 harryfan3 OKAY BUT I NEED TO KNOW ＠bestfriend did you meet harry already or?? I mean how was it are you okay did you fangirl PLS SHARE user2 is ＠bestfriend getting her own short video like your mom did? 

↳ harryfan7 omg that’s so true I remember when that came up she was doing those videos all the time and now we haven’t gotten one in so long 😭

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ynupdates Hey guys! As many of you already know, ＠bestfriend turned her ig private right when Yn joined Harry Styles on tour and her number of followers it’s pretty low.

Luckily for us, as soon as we created the account and started posting about Yn, she followed us. We were only able to follow her back after a little while, but since then we’ve been able not only to stay in touch with her but also to keep up with her posts.

All this time we’ve been very supportive and respectful of her privacy and never shared any pictures or information related to Yn (or even mentioned anything existed in the first place). 

This weekend, though, the two best friends are finally reunited ❤️ it was a surprise for all of us, and the excitement we felt when we saw these stories was really hard to contain. So… We reached out to ＠bestfriend and asked if we could share these with you — to which she very kindly said yes! (if we promised to cover yn’s face, of course)

With that being said, we hope you enjoy these glimpses posted by Yn’s best friend during the day. Pictures include them sightseeing in NYC this morning, the cutest pose by the one and only Harry Styles, a cake from backstage at the Madison Square Garden, and Yn doing her job right before the show! 

We’re so happy and so thankful that we get to freak out about all this with you! Share your thoughts with us, and let’s show our love to the coolest best friend who is also the most supportive we’ve ever seen! 

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user1 ahhh!! I follow her too and I freak out every time I see anything. I’m so happy to know she was okay with you guys sharing this ❤️ user2 uh-oh… this place is about to get so crowded… harryfan1 oh my goodness look at him???!??!???? harryfan3 they’re all hanging out together?! I need more details pls user3 let me innnnnnnn  user4 everyone say THANK YOU BESTIE

↳ user5 THANK YOU BESTIE ↳ harryfan5 THANK YOU BESTIE 

user6 I’m not a fan of Harry Styles but damn he looks hot harryfan7 guys I’m so jealous I wanna follow her too :(((( harryfan9 okay but what if she posts about the show?? and more pictures of him?? will you share everything with us???

↳ harryfan11 say yes please ↳ ynupdates only if she’s okay with it :) we will never share anything without her consent! 

harryfan13 real talk now: how many secrets have you been keeping all to yourself since you’ve followed her?

↳ ynupdates 🫣🤐

ynrryfan THOSE ARE MY PARENTS AND MY MOTHER  ynrryfan THANK YOU ＠bestfriend WE LOVE YOU ynrry THANK YOU ＠ynupdates WE LOVE YOU TOO harryfan8 ???? wtf 

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yourinstagram second show in nyc is over guys 🥺 

gosh im supposed to be out celebrating rn but ive been in my hotel room staring and smiling at the only two pics i took tonight. i honestly cant believe how genuinely happy i feel. i never tried to hide how much i love harry’s music, or how to be able to watch him perform my favorite songs every night is a dream come true for me. but then to be there with ＠bestfriend singing and dancing to OUR favorite songs is something so extraordinary i cant even imagine putting it into words. she was there when i needed someone to push me so i finally started posting videos on youtube, she cheered me on, and she supported me all the way through every achievement. but above all that, she was also there when i was going through the lowest period of my life. when i didnt want to leave my bed and when i could barely recognize myself anymore. she was there and she never let go of my hand. just like she still wont let go of it until this day. life isnt perfect and not every day is the happiest, but every day i feel the luckiest for having such an amazing friend next to me. ily bestie and thank you for sharing this moment with me!

also and finally (before someone comes knocking on my door and yelling at me for how late i am…….), i just wanna warn you that i’ll be the most annoyingly happy person in nyc tonight. i had the greatest time of my life and im so over the moon that im not the least embarrassed of being this emotional or this dramatic or this unbothered by my silly grammar and punctuation!! lol all jokes aside these people around me make me smile everyday and there’s nothing but gratitude and love towards them. thank you thank you thank you. to all of you. my favorite fake friends. you smashed it tonight and im sure madison square garden had never seen such talented gorgeous wonderful people take over a stage like you did the past two days. im proud and ily all. 

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bestfriend shut up bestfriend did we just post pictures of the same moment? bestfriend we so did! bestfriend ugh i love you so much there are no words to describe it bestfriend my fav song was even included on the set list i feel like i won the lottery or something  lookitsnyoh there’s nothing but gratitude and love towards you, too 🧚 pillowpersonpp Let’s cheers to that tonight! user1 ahh, i love your friendship! user1 also i just remembered when you bought harry’s album with your first paycheck and you mentioned something about your ex being jealous so he didn’t want you to buy it? 

↳ harryfan55 wait, what? Where did you see that? ↳ user1 she posted about it months ago  ↳ bestfriend hahahaha ↳ bestfriend thats so true and im so drinking to that tonight

annetwist ❤️ harryfan4 I’m sorry (I’m not) but there’s nothing you can say that will make me change my mind about you ynrryfan this tour is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me harryfan5 please never change harryfan7 wheres harry am i finally here before him???

↳ harryfan9 lol im afraid he only liked the post this time

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PART 13 — AFTER NYC

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Tag list: @tchlamqtsgf @theekyliepage @deamus-liv @hotchnersangel @gem1712 @firelordzu @stylessbean @this-is-tiny-mia — PLEASE READ: I’ll only add to the next tag list those who interact with this post. I hope you understand, thank you for your excitement. 

[zayne-s]

fourteen hundred hours

don't look at the timezones too closely, the idea of eddie on tour and leaving steve voicemails to wake up to in the morning was too cute to pass up ao3 link

"steeeeeve harrington."

eddie's sleepy voice rumbles away in steve's ear. there's no one else around so steve doesn't bother to hide his grin as he snuggles further under the blankets.

eddie chuckles, breathy and giddy, like he's telling a private joke. "good morning, sweetheart. well, morning for you. sun won't be up here for another–" there's a pause, then a shuffle, and steve can picture eddie rolling over in his hotel bed to look at the alarm clock even though he could just look at his phone, "–five hours, christ alive."

steve's grin turns gooey when eddie lets out a loud yawn into the receiver. he hears the sheets shifting and he has to reel his mind back in from the gutter.

"the boys say i'm stupid for leaving you all these voicemails," eddie tells him once he's comfortable. steve pictures them both laying the same way, facing each other. "they call me whipped every time i pick up my phone, but guess what, stevie?"

he pauses, like he's waiting for an answer.

steve can't help but to whisper back, "what, eds?" into the quiet of their bedroom.

"i miss you so much, sweetheart."

steve feels his heart jump to his throat so suddenly that he almost chokes on it. butterflies erupt in his belly and he can feel himself blushing. his lips wobble with the attempt to not make some embarrassing expression, even though he's the only one in the room.

it's been over a month since they've seen each other in person. photos of their teary eyed send off were still making the rounds on twitter and instagram—steve tucked into eddie's side at the check-in counter with their hands in each other's back pockets, them waiting in line at one of the airport restaurants because the flight was delayed so they had another two hour wait time. the fan video of them making out in a hidden alcove away from the band.

there's been facetime calls, but it doesn't replace the longing need to have eddie physically with him. to kiss him. to hold him. to bury his face in his neck and never let go.

"i don't think i tell you that enough, when i leave," eddie continues, his voice still soft and gravelly from lack of sleep and singing for three hours straight. "but i do. i'm so used to you being the first thing i see when i wake up that i get sad when i open my eyes and you're not beside me."

steve grips the blankets and lets out a pathetic whine, his chest tight.

"i miss holding your hand, i miss being able to kiss you, i miss hearing your laugh and seeing your smile." eddie sighs, deep and sorrowful, and it breaks steve's heart.

he wants to take his love's face in his hands and kiss him until he no longer sounds so sad.

"just fourteen hundred more hours and i'll have you back in my arms. call me after you listen to this, okay? i love you so much."

the voicemail ends and steve sits up, his bedhead wild and unruly. he taps out a message to chrissy asking for the next available flight they could put him on and sighs in relief when she says they can fly him out tomorrow night at the earliest.

mentally going over everything he needs to pack, steve falls back down onto the bed while his phone rings out on speaker.

"hey, babydoll."

at the sound of his boyfriend's voice in real time, a calmness washes over steve as he sinks back into the pillows.

"hi, baby. i got your message."

buy me a ☕?

[runninriot]

Not Like The Movies

written for the @steddiebingo main card prompt: famous au

rated: M | wc: 2.951 | tags: actors au, past heartbreak, keeping secrets, eventual smut, love confessions | read on ao3

Ever since his career took off, Steve’s life has been a crazy ride full of opportunities he didn’t dare dream of before.

He’s got options now, can choose which roles he wants to take and which projects to support. Gets to travel the world and meet amazing people. Made wonderful friends amongst his co-stars, constantly learning, improving his acting, and finding new ways to challenge himself.

It’s fun and versatile, but the life that comes with the job he loves has its downsides, too. Makes it harder to settle when you’re constantly moving, desperately grasping for something that keeps you grounded.

Work days on set can be hard and long; sometimes he’s running on 4 hours of sleep having to get up way before sunrise. Sometimes he doesn’t sleep at all because he can’t find rest in lonesome trailers or on overnight flights.

Some roles require a great amount of discipline, strict diets and workout plans to achieve the physical transformation demanded of him. Sometimes changing his appearance to a point where he doesn’t even recognise himself in the mirror anymore. Sees a man with a body that doesn’t look like his own, with bulked up muscles or sunken in cheeks. Sees a man with unnaturally long or oddly short hair. With fake-scars covering real ones and real lines suddenly smoothed out by a shit ton of makeup.

It can be mentally draining sometimes, to dive deep into the mind of a troubled character he portrays, or when a story hits a little too close to home.

Sometimes, slipping in and out of various identities makes it hard not to forget the person he is underneath. The man that once was just a geeky theatre kid with a dream. Living in a cramped shared apartment, chasing from one audition to the next in between waiting jobs, often standing in line for hours just to get a polite smile and a ‘Thanks, maybe next time’ in return. Always hoping for that one call that would change everything.

Until that call finally came.

Life was easier back then, when no one knew his face. When he could walk the city uncaring – no need to mask up and hide behind big sunglasses and scruffy base caps to go about his way unnoticed.

When random strangers didn’t stop him to ask for pictures and autographs, and he didn’t have to consider every possible misstep that could end up being The Big Talk the next day.

When no one cared about who he was and who he was with.

There are things he could really do without. Like the paparazzi following him around, invading his privacy. And red carpet events, press tours- God. Steve hates giving interviews. Hates to be put on the spot. Hates having to answer questions he’s heard either too many times before or, even worse, having to awkwardly dodge and smile away questions he’s not at all comfortable answering.

Interviews still make him nervous, make him fidgety and anxious because he’s always afraid to say too much, or not enough. Scared of saying the wrong things unintended, of giving away more than he wants to.

It only got worse after he had to learn the hard way what it’s like to have his private life publicly dissected into all its tiny parts, especially the ugly ones. Where everyone seemed to have an opinion about matters that should not have mattered to them at all. Aggressively siding with him or against, spreading rumours and outright lies – some so hideous and misleading, completely contorting his own true narrative.

It fucked him up big time, being caught in a spiral of unwanted attention that made him question everything.

Is that a price worth paying for a flicker of fame?

Probably not.

But in the end, pushing through is what got him to where he is now, and that is worth a lot more.

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[zot3-flopped]

Sylvia Plath did not stick her head in an oven for this! When Taylor Swift took the Grammys stage last month to claim her award for Best Pop Vocal Album for Midnights, she saw that spotlight as an opportunity to announce her 11th studio album: The Tortured Poets Department. The follow-up cut to audience members—Swift’s music industry peers, mind you—told us all that we would ever need to know, and the collective disinterest across the crowd echoed through our TVs.

Folks from all walks of life took to social media to express a multitude of reactions. Swifties clamored to their beloved monarch’s forthcoming era, while others lambasted the terminally cringe title and artwork and ridiculed Swift for making a night recognizing musical achievements across an entire industry about herself—knowing perfectly well that it would send her fanbase into a surge that would, no doubt, overpower the excitement around the ceremony itself.

Quite a few people questioned whether or not that moment suggested that a critical—definitely not commercial—tide would turn against the world’s most-famous pop star. And, perhaps it has—but, to most, it will look like nothing more than a single ripple in Swift’s ocean of successes.

Swift remained relatively hush-hush about The Tortured Poets Department up until its release, leaving her fans, admirers and haters alike with nothing but an album title to ponder about. And it’s a bad title.

If you have never been in Swift’s corner, her taking the route of labeling her next “era” as “tortured” was likely catnip for your disinterest. If you are a fan—not necessarily a Swiftie, but even just a casual lover of her best and brightest work—you might be beside yourself about the first Swift album title longer than one word in 14 years.

In terms of popularity—certainly not always in terms of quality—no musician has been bigger this century than Swift, which makes it impossible to really buy into the “torture” of it all.

This is not to say that Swift being the most famous person in the world makes her immune to having multi-dimensional feelings of heartbreak, mental illness or what-have-you.

But, she has made the choice—as a 34-year-old adult—to take those complex, universal familiars and monetize them into a wardrobe she can wear for whatever portion of her Eras Tour setlist she opts to dedicate to the material.

Torture is fashion to Taylor Swift, and she wears her milieu dully. This album will surely get comparisons to Rupi Kaur’s poetry, either for its simplicity, empty language, commodification or all of the above.

And, sure, there are parallels there, especially in how The Tortured Poets Department, too, is going to set the art of poetry back another decade—as Swift’s naive call-to-arms of her own milky-white sorrow rings in like some quintessential “I am going to take pictures of a typewriter on my desk and have a Pinterest mood-board of Courier New font” iPhone fodder. 2013 called and it wants it capricious, suburban girl-who-is-taking-a-gap-year wig back!

Soaking our book reports in coffee or having our moms burn the edges with a kitchen lighter cannot come back into fashion; the cyclical notions of culture cannot make the space for such retreads.

There is nothing poetic about a billionaire—who, mind you, threatens legal action against a Twitter account for tracking her destructive private jet paths—telling stadiums of thousands of people every night that she sees and adores them.

Tavi Gevinson says it well in her Fan Fiction zine: “When 80,000 people are also crying, you become less special, too.” If Swift can return to one of her dozen beach houses across the world, kick up her feet and say “I’m a poet of struggle,” then who is to say that millions—maybe billions—of people with access to a notes app and a social media account won’t dream that dream, too?

Maybe that looks like a net-positive, but it’s inherently damning and destructive to take an art form that has long stood on the shoulders of resistance, of love and of opposition to power, systematic injustice and climate warfare and boil it down to the new defining era of your own 10-digit revenue empire. “My culture is not your costume,” yada, etc.

The Tortured Poets Department does begin with a shred of hope that, just maybe, Swift knows what she’s talking about—as she sneaks in a cheeky “all of this to say,” textbook transitional phrasing for poets, on opening track “Fortnight.”

But “Fortnight” unmasks itself quickly as a heady vat of pop nothingness, though it isn’t all Swift’s fault. “I was a functioning alcoholic, ‘til nobody noticed my new aesthetic,” she muses, attempting to bridge the gap between a behind-the-scenes life and on-stage performance—only for it to occur while propped up against the most dog-water, uninspired synth arrangement you could possibly imagine.

Between producer Jack Antonoff’s atrocious backing instrumental and the Y2K-era, teen dramedy echo chamber of a vocal harmony provided by out-of-place guest performer Post Malone, “Fortnight” chokes on the vomit of its own opaqueness.

“I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary,” Swift muses, and it sounds like satire. This is your songwriter of the century? Open the schools.

The Tortured Poets Department title-track features some of Swift’s worst lyricism to-date, including the irredeemable, relentlessly cringe “You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate, we declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist / I scratch your head, you fall asleep like a tattooed golden retriever” lines glazed atop some synthesizers and drums that just ring in as hollow, unfascinating costuming.

Aside from the Puth nod, which I can only discern as a joke (given the fact that he is one of the 150-most streamed artists in the world and is one of the blandest pop practitioners alive—I don’t care if he can figure out the pitch of any sound you throw at him), I think Antonoff should stick to guitar-playing. Get that man away from a keyboard, I’m begging you.

Synths can be, if you use them correctly, one of the most emotional and provocative instruments in any musician’s tool-box. There’s a reason why keyboards defined the 1980s; they rebelled against the very oppressive nature existing outside of the cultural company they kept. There’s resistance in electronic music that, while they brandish an aesthetic that, to a layman’s ears, seems like technicolor hues for any infectious pop track, it’s a genre that aches to tell its own story. That is simply not the case here, and that electronica hangs Swift out to dry when she drags us through the lukewarm “I laughed in your face and said, ‘You’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith’ / This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel, we’re modern idiots” lines, only to hit us with a softly sung F-bomb that sounds like a billionaire’s rendition of that one Miranda Cosgrove podcast clip.

I used to rag pretty heavily on Reputation—mostly because I thought (and still do, mostly) that it sounded like Swift had given up on making interesting, progressive pop music; that, in the wake of her (arguably) best album, 1989, it seemed like she’d lost the plot on where to go next. But as she’s put out Midnights and The Tortured Poets Department back-to-back, I find myself clamoring for the Reputation-era more than ever—at least seven years ago, Swift wrote songs like she had something to prove and even more to lose.

That was the always-obvious charm of Reputation, even despite the downsides—that she took a big swing from the echelons of her own musical immortality, that the comforts of winning every award and selling out the biggest venues in the world were no longer pillowing her aspirations. Even though that swing didn’t land, she still made it in the first place—and Swift is at her best either when she is clawing upwards (Reputation) or faced with nowhere to go but into the studio and noodle with the bare-bones of her own sensibilities (folklore).

You get something like The Tortured Poets Department when the artist making it no longer feels challenged, where she strikes out looking.

The mid-ness of The Tortured Poets Department will not be a net-loss for Swift. She will sell out arenas and get her streams until she elects to quit this business (a phrase decidedly not in her vocabulary, surely).

She will sell more merch bundles than vinyl plants have the capacity to make, and rows of variant LP copies will haunt the record aisles of Target stores just as long as Midnights has—if not longer.

Perhaps, in five or six years’ time, we will speak of this record just as we now do of Reputation. But right now, it is obvious that Swift no longer feels challenged to be good. The Tortured Poets Department is the mark of an artist now interested in seeing how much their empire can atone for the sins of mediocrity.

Can Swift win another Album of the Year Grammy simply because she released a record during the eligibility period? The Tortured Poets Department reeks of “because I can,” not “because I should.”

On “I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can),” Swift tries stepping into the shoes of the country renegades who came before her—the Tammy Wynettes and Loretta Lynns of the world. But her self-aggrandizing inflation of importance, glinting through via a seismically-bland bridge, is backed by a minimal set dressing of guitar, drum machine and keys.

“Good boy, that’s right, come close,” she sings. “I’ll show you Heaven if you’ll be an angel—all mine. Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man. No, really, I can.” On “Florida!!!,” Swift calls upon Florence + the Machine to help her sing the worst chorus of 2024: “Florida is one hell of a drug / Florida, can I use you up?”

Even Welch, who is a fantastic pop singer-songwriter in her own right, delivers a grossly watery verse: “The hurricane with my name, when it came I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away.”

Not even the typos on the Spotify promotional materials for this album could have foretold such offenses. I won’t even get into the sonics, because Antonoff just rewrites the same soulless patterns every time.

What separates The Tortured Poets Department from something like Reputation is that, on the latter, Swift made it known what was at stake and who she was making that album for—herself, in the aftermath of her greatest long-standing criticisms (“Look What You Made Me Do” triumphs exactly because of this).

On The Tortured Poets Department, there is a striking level of moral nothingness. The stakes are practically non-existent, and the album sounds like it was made by someone who believes that they had no other choice but to finish it, as if Swift fundamentally believes that her creative measures are firmly embedded in the massive monopoly her name and brand currently hold on popular music. That’s how you get meandering pop songs about hookups, wine moms, Stevie Nicks comparisons, Jehovah’s Witness suit mentions, hollowed-out, tone-deaf nods to white-collar crime in lieu of empowerment and, topically, Barbie dolls.

(Don’t even get me started on the Anthology lyrics, which feature these absolute barn-burners: “Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto” and “My friends used to play a game where / We would pick a decade / We wished we could live in instead of this / I’d say the 1830s, but without all the racists / And getting married off for the highest bid.”) This album and its hackneyed grasps at relevance exist as “Did I just hear that?” personified, but in the most derogatory sense of the notion.

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys” features another low-point in Swift’s lyrical oeuvre, as she sings “I felt more when we played pretend than with all the Kens, ‘cause he took me out of my box”—perhaps a measure of her capitalizing on the Barbenheimer mania that none of us could escape, not even the musician who spent most of 2023 flying across the world from one country to another.

But you, us, the listener—we want to believe that Swift makes these records because she has the artistic will, drive and interest to continue giving us parts of her story in such ways that they exist as an archival of her life.

But the problem is that, on The Tortured Poets Department, Swift is packaging her life into a form that is easily consumable for the 17 or 18 years olds who pour over her music. Just because her Eras Tour film is on Disney+ doesn’t mean she has to strip her songwriting (which we know can be, and has been, phenomenal) down for the sake of it being digestible by a wide spectrum of ages.

And, sure, maybe that makes the work accessible. But on The Tortured Poets Department, Swift makes Zoomer jargon her bag—titling a song after one of the most popular video games in the world and conjuring flickers of “down bad” and “I can fix him”—and it feels like she’s cosplaying because the Fountain of Youth was out of order.

Now that Swift is in her 30s, it sounds like she is infantilizing her own audience more than ever before—that singing to them at a level that could force them to reckon with something more akin with adulthood would be some kind of kink in the coil or her consumeristic threshold, that writing lyrics that sound like they were penned by a 30-year-old would, somehow, deter the interests of the billions of people who adore her.

If making one, continuous coming-of-age album is what Swift has been doing for 15 years, folklore and evermore were hiccups in the timeline—existing as the most fully-formed renderings of Swift’s own insecurities and concerns. They mirrored our platitudes towards an uncertain future with sweet, stirring remarks about isolation and heartbreak and the unavoidable, hard-worn truth about getting older. On those records, her larger-than-life living seemed, for once, to truly feel as close to the ground as ours.

Now, though, Taylor Swift is at the top of the mountain. Far better artists have made far worse records than The Tortured Poets Department, but you can’t read between the lines of this project. There is nothing to decipher from a place of quality.

Sure, Swift’s fan base will pour over these lyrics for the rest of their lives—insisting they know, for certain, which song is about who. But you cannot place a bad album on the shoulders of lore and expect it to be rectified.

We are now left at a crossroads. Women can’t critique Swift because they’ll run the risk of being labeled a “gender traitor” for doing so. Men can’t critique her because they’ll be touted as “sexist.”

And, sure, Swift is probably too easy a punching bag in this case—and most of the time, I would argue she is undeserving of being a victim of such barbs. But, you cannot write about someone being a “tattooed golden retriever” and get away with it and still retain your title as the best songwriter of your generation. You just cannot.

Sisyphus should be glad he never got the boulder to the top of the mountain—because Taylor Swift is showing us that such immortality and success ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. And, when you’re standing on the peak alone, who else is there left to hit?

In a recent interview with The Standard, Courtney Love said that Swift is “not interesting as an artist,” and I think The Tortured Poets Department proves as much. She has nothing to fight for, no doubters left to drown.

So where does she turn? Well, to boredoms of celebrity thinly veiled as sorrow everyone and their mother can latch onto—because we’ve all had to “ditch the clowns, get the crown” at some point in our lives, right?

The billionaire is having an identity crisis, but there are no social media apps for her to buy up. So she sings like Lana Del Rey and writes meta-self-referential songs about looking like Stevie Nicks.

What’s hollow about The Tortured Poets Department is that the real torture is just how unlivable these songs really are. No one can resonate with “So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street, crash the party like a record, scratch as I scream ‘Who’s afraid of little old me?’ You should be.” And normally, that wouldn’t be an end-all-be-all for a pop record—but when your brand is built on copious levels of “I’m just like you!” as the demigod saying it to their fans does so from a multi-million-dollar production set, it’s hard to not feel nauseated by the overlording, overbearing sense of heavy-handed detritus we’re tasked with sifting through on The Tortured Poets Department.

Love’s words to Lana, her advice to “take seven years off,” should be applied to Swift. Now, that doesn’t mean that, to make a good album, you must sit on material for years and labor extensively through the sketching, shaping and recording in order for it to be transcendentally landmark. But it’s obvious now that not even Taylor Swift wants to be the head of an empire—that she, too, can’t outrun the damning fate of being plum out of ideas by hopping in her jet and skirting off to God knows where.

See you at the Grammys.

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[hopelessromanticwh0re]

20:40

One of the most exciting days for you was always when Vernon came back home after weeks or sometimes months on tour. He would sweep you into the biggest, warmest hug, making you feel whole again. You’d spend hours catching up, talking about the tour, how much you missed each other, and the new foods he’d tried while he was away. To top it all off, you’d always go on a date that same day—usually something silly and fun like the arcade or bowling.

However, today was different from your usual routine. Vernon came home looking tired, but there was something else, too—something that seemed to be weighing on him. The hug that usually melted all your worries away felt short and distant. Instead of heading to your shared room to talk, Vernon quietly slipped off his old clothes, threw on some basketball shorts, and lay down on the bed, face halfway buried in the pillow.

You followed him, sitting on your side of the bed and looking at your boy.

“Baby,” you said softly, giving him a gentle shake. Vernon turned his head slightly to look at you, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, and his pink lips set in a pout.

“Bub, you okay?” you asked, stroking his fluffy brown hair.

“Just sleepy,” he mumbled.

“Yeah?” you replied, and he nodded.

“Sleep well,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you too, bub,” he murmured, finally closing his eyes completely.

Vernon ended up sleeping longer than you expected, and eventually, you drifted off as well. When you woke up, it was around 1 a.m., and you noticed Vernon wasn’t beside you. You found him on the patio, smoking a blunt in silence. He didn’t smoke often, but when he did, you knew something was wrong.

“Baby,” you said quietly from the doorway. Vernon sat on a chair, his elbows on his knees, the blunt in his right hand. He turned his head to look at you.

“Hi, Princess,” he said, motioning for you to sit on his lap. You walked over, straddling his lap and burying your head into the crook of his neck.

“Sorry we didn’t get to talk much today,” he whispered, rubbing your back.

“It’s fine,” you assured him, your voice soft.

“What’s the matter, baby?” you asked, lifting your head to look into his eyes. Vernon placed the blunt in the ashtray and shook his head.

“Love, you can tell me,” you encouraged, bringing your hands from his neck to his hair. “That’s what I’m here for.”

He took a deep breath before speaking. “I think I want to go back private,” he said, looking into your eyes. You paused for a moment, waiting to see if he had more to say.

“That’s fine,” you replied without hesitation.

“I saw the way people were talking in your comments the other day,” he continued.

A few days ago, you had posted a picture of you and Vernon before he left for tour. Some fans were upset, leaving hurtful comments, but you hadn’t taken them to heart. Vernon knew that things like this didn’t usually bother you, but he still didn’t like that it was happening. He had also received a bunch of messages about the post from fans.

“And I’m so sorry you have to see all those mean things just because I’m your boyfriend,” he said, his sad brown eyes looking up at you. He rested his head on your chest, and you gently played with his hair.

“And I don’t want to be a bad boyfriend and not protect you from that kind of stuff,” he added.

“Oh, baby, don’t apologize,” you soothed, still running your fingers through his hair. “It’s not your fault. You shouldn’t feel guilty because of other people’s actions.”

“But if I was a regular guy, you wouldn’t have to deal with this kind of stuff,” he murmured.

“Maybe, but I knew what I was getting into when you asked to be my boyfriend,” you reassured him.

“I just feel like a bad boyfriend for putting you through that,” he said, sounding slightly upset.

“You’re not a bad boyfriend. You’ll never be a bad boyfriend,” you said gently, trying to calm him down.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Positive,” you affirmed. “But, baby, if you feel this way, we can go back private—just me and you.”

“Yeah?” he asked quietly, looking at you with hope in his eyes.

“Of course,” you said, smiling at him.

Vernon wrapped his arms around you even tighter, placing tender kisses on your neck and up to your cheek.

“You’re truly the most perfect girl in the world,” he whispered in your ear. “Like, seriously, I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you.”

“I’d do anything for you, baby, and you know that,” you said before kissing his soft lips. “I’m happy if you’re happy.”

“I didn’t like sharing you that much anyway,” he teased, making you laugh. He smiled at the sound of your laughter.

“I love you so much, Princess,” he whispered near your ear, his voice filled with affection.

“I love you too, bub,” you replied, giggling at his ticklish kisses.

That night, you both decided to take a step back from the public eye. You deleted all your posts with Vernon and made your account private. Vernon deleted his post with you and logged off Instagram for a while.

It was just you and him, back to where you both felt most at peace.

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okay so im back yet again. I wrote this like a month ago while I was listening to Mac miller and like came up with this idea idk. im not sure if it like my best work or even its a good idea in general, but yk it whatever. I hope you liked it guysss ily sm and thank for reading ofcc LOVE YAAA 🩷!! (also this was not proof read sooo sry if I fucked up somewhere)

[madamewhistledown]

I’m going to say what you’re not supposed to say:

I believe it would be easier on everyone, on Luke and Nicola, on their families and friends, on the fandoms and their PR teams, if they are clear on what’s going on with them and their romantic connections. Just a short quick statement, and explain they won’t be discussing this further, and we move on.

And frankly, I know, this has nothing to do with my life, and it’s none of my business. (I know that!)

Here the thing about me: I’m a person with an open heart. A hopeful heart. A heart that wants to stop hurting over the pains of the world and the pains of people we know. I want goodness to rule the day. And if I have to grieve something, I want to be able to grieve it as I should so I can go about life again.

For some stupid reason that I can’t fully explain, I cheer Nic and Luke with an open and hopeful heart. I want them to be together. And I’ve been trying to understand what it is about them that I’m so drawn to. It’s their light, their energy together. I want that energy for our world.

I also want to find a way to walk away. Everyone has to be so tired of all the negative energy and misdirections. I’m so exhausted of the back and forth of this fandom and all of the breadcrumbs and cookie crumbles we’ve been given, wondering if they are true. The Luke-coded things that Nic posts. The Nic-coded things that Luke posts in his stories. We are so sure that they are together and…

A photo comes out. A comment is posted.

And the whole fandom flips out again.

You have the Occam’s Razor folks- the ones who believe based on only what they see explicitly, and nothing directly from Nic or Luke. Most of these are photos from paparazzi or just assuming that when friends get together, they must be dating.

Then there are the Big Picture folks, like me. Sure I don’t know what’s going on. The thing is - I look at the whole narrative, Nic, Luke, and what the people they trust have released. We use our critical thinking skills and know that many simple comments or photos don’t fit in with the big picture narrative. Many of us see how the pieces fit together. Nic likes puzzles. This is a puzzle.

So now we are at a moment when many of us believe they are together and some other private events are happening. And we are elated. We are waiting for the day that everything is confirmed—

But then one comment by someone who we believe has Luke’s interest at heart has mentioned someone else.

This doesn’t fit with the Big Picture. It just doesn’t. And maybe this is the confirmation we need. It makes us horrifically sad. We grieve. And I know this has nothing to do with our lives. But we grieve anyway.

In the past, we have been ready to accept that they’re not together… and then something gives us hope. We’ve gone through emotional whiplash over and over again. And we shouldn’t feel this way. This has nothing to do with our lives. Yet many of us are empaths and sense things and feel emotions greatly.

We’ve be happy. We’ve been upset. We’ve overanalyzed everything to death because we are puzzle people. We’re also romantics, and we want the happy ending we are ever-hoping for. We’ve grieved, told ourselves we need to leave this behind, and still, because of their light, believe in goodness, in light, and in love.

It would help everything if the bandaid would be pulled off. The people who need to grieve can grieve. The people who want to celebrate are able to. People will face the truth and stop blaming Luke or Nic or anyone else they are related to.

And we can get back to our pre-World Tour, “I can be the Ken for her”, days again whether we are grieving or celebrating.

[rapunzellovesbooks]

The entitlement some people feel over Luke Newton´s career is baffling to me. Like, people out here saying "Oh, he has not milked the success of Bridgerton enough, his time has passed" or "He played his cards wrong" is just... wrong. Like, I get it, compared to Nicola, in the past few months, she has been much more active on social media than him, but can you actually blame him? Yall saw one picture where he was clearly uncomfortable, running away from the paparazzi and destroyed him online. Then he went on a vacation after months of press (and God knows which auditions, jobs or fittings on the side) and made it seem like he was committing a crime. Then he posts about a trip to Spain and some of you go call the hotel to check who he was with. If I were him, I would not post anything online ever again, because there is no winning, is there? He commented on one of Nicola´s post and she had to delete the awful comments people left. All because of what? A picture taken out of context with a girl who is not Nicola. News flash, people are allowed to have other people in their lives, romantically or otherwise. And to the people thinking that he did it to disentangle himself from Nicola, what drugs are you on? Like, he was holding so tight to her the night before, so excited for the premiere of Part 2, always praising her and looking at her with love in his eyes, even when no cameras were on them. I bet if people had not haunted him on social media he would have posted bts, or shared funny edits but the toxic fandom made it impossible for him to do so in real time. Because, apparently, to some people, if he had posted about Nicola while not being officially together with her, that is leading them astray. Umm, what?

And then you have the idea that he is not working. Nicola literally signed off to do Magic Faraway Tree before Part Two and has a small role in it, and the rest of her work has been in fashion. He went to fashion shows as well. Both of them are signed to Season 4 of Bridgerton and from what we have heard, they have quite a big part in it. If it took them 8 months to do their season, I can, at least, see them being there for maybe 4 or 5 months of shooting. That is work. Going to rehearsals and fittings is work. They literally get paid for that. It is astounding to me that Nicola has no future projects lined up yet, same as him, but everyone is on his ass for the same thing he has been doing for years, work in private. Now, I am a shipper, I do believe they will be together eventually, but I genuinely do not understand how that has anything to do with people trashing him for his upcoming projects. He may not have found the project he wants to do or is waiting to share info. Also, I bet you Nic or him would have shared a picture of going back to set already if some fans weren´t analysing pixels on screens.

I do feel like there is a double standard here, because if Nicola had done the same, gone on vacation or been photographed with a random guy, everyone would have been like "Good for her, etc.". She gets on the Top 100 List for, honestly, being more present online with the work she does, but there are so many people who do great work who are not and will never be on that list. If Luke had gotten on it, some people would be so mad at him, I just know it.

I just miss them together and I have to blame the toxic fans for not seeing them together anymore. I do not doubt they have been in contact since, I mean, this whole ordeal happened because we are so obsessed with their connection, they must have talked about that infamous day, but also, I think some fans are creating stories of them not talking or growing apart that are just hurtful. Even before the world tour, they did not see each other every day, they do not have to speak every day for them to have a great bond. They simply cannot share it online anymore or, at least he can´t, because people over dissect every thing, even if it is just a smiley. Taylor Swift was framed with the whole Kanye thing years ago and she disappeared for a year. She was still doing stuff and seeing friends but we just never knew about it. And I get it.

It hurts me so much to see a genuinely nice and kind guy who did an amazing job as Colin get so many negative comments over nothing. Every time Nic does something, people throw it directly in his face. Oh, he was not at the Emmys. Oh, he was not at a fashion show. Maybe he does not want to be?! Maybe he couldn´t? Does Zendaya have to be everywhere with Tom Holland? Like, what?!

#lukola #nicluke #lukenewton #nicolacoughlan

[tulisydan]

What's your personal top 4 in the bojere moments battle? If everyone voted Correctly how would this have ended?

Oh god what a question. Where to even start? Gotta to both 2023 and 2024 right? Yes okay.

(For the sake of my own mental health I decided to leave Vse kar vem -hug and Ljubav out. For obvious reasons)

2023 in no particular order

1. Bojere karaoke

Yes I scream about this all the time but. Look at them! This moment literally IS Bojere. It’s what Me and You is about! Them. Just them, in their own bubble together. Look how adoring Jere is here! He adores, admires, loves Bojan so much. And he just has to touch him or he DIES! Also look his reaction when Bojan starts to laugh 😭 Then there’s Bojan… oh lord. He’s still kinda shy and nervous here, he doesn’t know what to do with all that love and admiration that jere showers him here; he literally has to turn away from Jere a little bit! He’s so happy and overwhelmed that doesn’t know what to do with his body!! And that little hand touch in the end… ”I feel whatever this is too”

2. Neck kisses

Jere’s time to be overwhelmed with the love and care that Bojan’s showing him after he lost. It’s actually still very hard for me to watch this clip because it feels too private. It should be private! Jere with his limited english is trying to show his deep gratitude by kissing Bojan on his neck multiple times and thank you Bojan you are here, and Bojan, sweet Bojan is a bit surprised by this sudden attack, just smiles and takes Jere in his arms. And gently VERY GENTLY just holds his head.

All of these moments after the final really showed how crucial Bojan’s support to Jere was: ”You always get me some surprise” after Bojan surprised him by wearing his bolero ”when am I gonna see you again?” While he was crying in the toilet ”Bojan… my friend…” Not finding words to describe Bojan while being interviewed. This moment really culminates their time together during those weeks.

3. Between us there’s something. I can feel it. Something good.

This is about Jere’s words here. They are finally reunited after a busy and hard summer. They are being asked: how does it feel to meet again? Horrible of course. Khihih! But this is not the right time for jokes for Jere! This is serious! He starts to explain, while looking at Bojan, that between him and Bojan there’s something there. He can feel it (in his heart). He necessary doesn’t quite know what this something is but it is there. And it’s good. In the written version of that interview he also said the same thing as he did later in the concert ”we are brothers. Or maybe something more”. Something good.

4. Bojan beer

Jere publicly showing support to Bojan when he was going through a difficult time. Posting this was not a coincidence. This photo always reminds me about their nordic tour instagram live where Jere asked the guys how their tour is going and Bojan answered that they are quite tired. ”But happy?” Jere asked Bojan. He really wanted to make sure that Bojan was happy and cared for during their time in Finland after difficult and traumatic summer :(

5. (Because I can, this is my blog!) Airport vibez

Think about them having the time of their lives while being out together. Think about Bojan watching Jere and thinking ”he’s so precious 🥹” Think about him ruffling his hair and Jere loving it. Think about him thinking how CUTE Jere is. Think about him taking his phone and snapping a photo of Jere being all precious and cute. Now think about him rewatching all of these photos while waiting for his flight back to Slovenia. Think about him wanting to post that picture but it wouldn’t make sense to post that now. Think about him thinking of a plan and making it seem like the photo was taken in the airport. Think about him writing ”airport vibez” as the caption while already missing that cute little face with the perfect hair.

2024 in no partical order

1. is Bojan here?

Jere’s soft private Bojan voice. This was not meant to be heard by us!

2. Bojan came to Finland after their vacation

Very normal about this. He just came here. And they didn’t tell anyone. Going to concerts, walking around Helsinki, drinking Lonkero at pub while waiting Jere to get off from work, going to grocery shopping with Jere in the middle of the night, waiting Jere at home while he was filming Autiomaa music video… 😫

3. Lol ur not käärijä -shirt

This one I picked because Jere’s soft private Bojan –voice ”Bojan? :) I wanna see your t-shirt”. Then they went out and Jere couldn’t stop filming Bojan: Here’s Bojan playing pool! Here’s Bojan at the bar! Here’s Bojan drinking tequilla! Here’s Bojan being happy while watching other people singing karaoke! Here’s Bojan singing karaoke! Here’s a flaming heart!!! Also why did he packed that shirt with him oh my god.

4. July snus proposal

Aaaaahh they had very limited time together and decided to only post ONE video together! No time to please the fandom, this is about us!! Bojan’s ”onks kellää denssii” has never sounded as soft as here! His smile! His soft eyes that somehow became even more softer at the end! Also like I think they filmed this in the hotel where Joker Out were staying? So Jere dragged his crew with him and had whatever meeting they had planned there! To Bojan!

[alotofpockets]

Traitor | Reneé Rapp x Singer!Reader

Where your girlfriend does nothing to shut down rumours about her dating Towa Bird

Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1.4k

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Going on tour at the same time as your girlfriend had seemed like a great idea in the beginning. Instead of each of you being away 6 months after each other, you'd spend approximately the same 6 months away, and would be reunited after.

However, that also meant you saw very little of each other. You tried to facetime and call as often as you could, but since you had pretty similar fanbases to Reneé, your team had decided it would be best for you to do your tour backwards, starting on the other side of the world.

One thing you loved about social media, was that people loved to share their concert clips everywhere. This way you were able to see parts of Reneé's tour even while being on the other side of the world. 

Amongst the many tiktoks of her performing, were a fair few edits of fans shipping your girlfriend with Towa Bird, her support act. You didn't blame the fans for shipping them, your relationship with Reneé was private, the fans and the media weren't aware that the two of you were together. It didn't affect you much at first, just two friends who enjoyed performing on stage together.

That changed when Reneé was doing quite the opposite of shutting down the rumours. She now added a moment in the song where she and Towa would both get on their knees and play a little too close for your liking. As well as Reneé posting about it, clearly giving the fans what they wanted.

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reneerapp just posted

reneerapp: These are no longer Reneé Rapp concerts, they're Towa Bird concerts now

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You're worried that there might be something going on between them, but you trust Reneé so you shook it off. 

As the weeks go by, you see less and less of your girlfriend. The one time you finally seemed to have some time together, Towa swooped in to ask Reneé to go for pizza. You thought Reneé would decline because you had barely seen each other all week, and she had Towa with her the whole tour, but you were wrong. “I gotta go. I'll talk to you later?” You nod, afraid your emotions would show in your voice. You were hurt that your girlfriend didn't seem to care much about spending time with you. 

With you being about halfway through your tour, you were closer to where Reneé was performing, so you decided to go to one of her shows to figure out what you should think of all of this. With a few nights off yourself, you flew over without telling your girlfriend.

You stood in the back of the crowd, hoping to not get noticed too much. Which of course a couple people did, you posed with a few for pictures before you put on a hat and blended into the crowd. 

Your heart broke seeing Reneé openly flirt with Towa on stage. The unnecessary touches and closeness was too much for you, so you retreated into the stadium. Finding Reneé's manager, you convince her to let you into Reneé's dressing room to "surprise” her. 

While Reneé was still out performing, you had plenty of time to think, and know what you wanted to say when Reneé would get to her dressing room. Still the moment she walked through the door, you forgot what you wanted to say for a moment as she enthusiastically ran over to you.

Before she was able to wrap her arms around you, you set a step back and put your hand out in front of you. “We need to talk.” A look of confusion took over her face. “Oh, is everything okay?” You let out a frustrated sigh, “No, everything is not okay.” Before you could continue your train of thought was interrupted by none other than Towa Bird herself to walk through the door. 

“Oh, hey, sorry am I interrupting something?” You look at Reneé expectantly, but when she doesn’t respond with no, it really is over for you. “You know what, no you aren’t.” Then you turn to Reneé. “I am done.” You try to storm out of the room, but Reneé grabs your arm, “Hold on. Please talk to me, what’s going on?” 

You pull your arm away from her hold on it, your eyes a mix of sadness and anger. “What’s going on, really? Do you not see what is right in front of you?” Reneé furrows her brow, “What are you talking about?”

“I am talking about the way you have been treating me. We’ve barely had a minute together, and each moment we have you cut short to hang out with Towa. You are flaunting whatever this is with Towa to the fans, and did not stop the rumours at any point. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?” 

Your words hit Reneé hard, but the only words she can find are. “I didn’t cheat on you.” A tear escaped and rolled down your cheek, “I don’t even care if that is true or not, you let the fans believe that something was going on between you and Towa and from the moment the fans noticed, you have done nothing but try to prove their points. Maybe you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor.” 

Reneé steps towards you, hoping to close the distance you kept creating. “It’s not like that, I swear. The on-stage stuff it’s just a performance, Towa and I are just friends.” You shake your head. “So, you just didn’t care about my feelings, publicity was what was important. Thank you for making that clear. We are over Reneé.” You look between them while slowly nodding your head. “Well, I’ve got a plane to catch.” This time Reneé didn’t try to stop you from leaving the room.

You went right back to your tour, it was a nice distraction being surrounded by thousands of people that loved you, every single night. Tiktok was a funny place while trying to move past everything that happened, because the algorithm thought you would still like to see Reneé perform every night. 

Like your whole conversation before the breakup didn’t happen, Reneé and Towa were still acting the same way on stage. Usually you scrolled right past them, hoping that your algorithm would understand that you were no longer interested, but the current video caught your attention. Two weeks after your breakup, Reneé was kissing Towa on stage. 

The anger began to boil inside you once more, so you turned to what helped you most in managing your emotions: you picked up your guitar and started writing a new song.

Usually you wouldn’t play new songs while you hadn’t recorded them, but your feelings were currently too big, and you needed to scream them into a room full of people. So, that night you decide to play it on stage. 

What you didn’t know was that Reneé had come to your show that night. Just like you she was standing in the back of the room, trying to blend in with the crowd. She was there to try and win you back, to apologise and tell you it was all a big mistake on her end. But then you started singing your new song.

When the chorus hit, she knew that nothing she would have to say after the show would matter. The chorus, the part of the song you so desperately needed to scream into the crowd. 

You betrayed me

And I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

Your fingers fly over your guitar, each note you play intentional and filled with raw emotions. 

You'd talk to her

When we were together

Loved you at your worst

But that didn't matter

When you look into the crowd you spot her for the first time that night, because the door to the concert hall opens and lets in a streak of light. You sing the final words of the song as you walk her leave. 

It took you two weeks

To go off and date her

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still a traitor

The crowd loved the new song, though you weren’t able to take much of it in, as your eyes were still focussed on the concert hall door that was now closed. The moment starts to sink in when you finally hear the crowd cheering, you manage a smile onto your face and thank the crowd. The door closing seemed like a metaphor for closing a chapter, and with having screamed your feelings into the crowd, you somehow felt lighter.

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[jihyoruri]

what are some of your stardom headcanons? sorry I love this group sm

oh em gee I love this ask (there’s are more like fun facts and little moments)

★ ͘ ⴰSTARDOM — headcanons

—★ ͘ ⴰ when yuri and yn first met when they were trainees they hated each other but now they’re the closest.

—★ ͘ ⴰ eunjin is everyone’s safe place, even though she’s rlly quiet the girls love spending time with her (yn is always barging into her room and just staying there and hana is constantly bothering and trolling her)

—★ ͘ ⴰ because they’re nintendo ambassadors they like to carry any type of nintendo handheld with them everywhere (yuri likes shoving her switch in cameras at the airport)

—★ ͘ ⴰ yn and yuri booked a flight to la without anyone knowing to go to kendrick lamar’s pop out show and how sm found at was seeing videos of them on the floor with other celebrities having the time of their lives.

—★ ͘ ⴰ when summer brought the girls to her old neighborhood in new york while they were trainees they loved seeing the houses and shops that was until they saw some crazy stuff and summer didn’t even flinch while yn called her cousin (wonyoung to book her a flight).

—★ ͘ ⴰ hana has a habit of stealing the members’ clothes and pretending they’re hers. eunjin caught her wearing her Miu Miu jacket during a live stream but decided to let it slide when fans kept commenting how cute Hana looked in it.

—★ ͘ ⴰ summer is the group’s unofficial “mom.” she’s always checking if everyone has eaten, but ironically, she’s also the one who loses her phone or wallet at least once a week.

—★ ͘ ⴰ eunjin loves photography and takes polaroid pictures of the members during everything they do. stardom fans always beg her to release a photobook, but she prefers keeping the memories private for the group.

—★ ͘ ⴰ yuri is known for sleepwalking during tour schedules. during their japan showcase, she ended up in yn’s hotel room, and the two had a full (nonsensical) conversation that yn secretly recorded and played back to everyone the next morning.

—★ ͘ ⴰ yn and eunjin have a habit of going out late at night for street food without the manager’s permission. fans have spotted them eating tteokbokki in random alleys at least twice, and sm has issued “warnings” to them each time.

—★ ͘ ⴰ yn is obsessed with journaling. she has a sparkly pink notebook where she writes her thoughts, sticks polaroids, and doodles cute notes about the members. yuri once snuck a peek and found a sketch of her, yn now makes sure to hide in better places.

—★ ͘ ⴰ eunjin has a calming playlists for each member that fits their vibe that she plays for the members when they’re stressed.

—★ ͘ ⴰ yn loves surprising the members with coffee runs during practice sessions, but she always messes up hana’s order. hana once jokingly told fans, “she’s a great leader, but she has no idea how I like my coffee.”

—★ ͘ ⴰ eunjin is lowkey obsessed with true crime documentaries. she sometimes shares creepy facts with the members late at night, especially hana to get back at her for all her trolling.

—★ ͘ ⴰ eunjin is the best at keeping secrets, but when the members plan surprise parties, she gets so anxious about keeping it hidden that she starts avoiding the person they’re celebrating. yn once asked on live “why does eunjin hate me this week?” only to walk into her surprise birthday party later that night.

—★ ͘ ⴰ summer collects old cds and cassette tapes from thrift stores. she even convinced sm to let them film part of a music video in a vintage record store.

—★ ͘ ⴰ yn is a huge perfectionist when it comes to choreography. she often stays late at the practice room to fine-tune every move, and yuri always stays behind with her, saying, “you’re not suffering alone.”

—★ ͘ ⴰ yn and summer are THE vocal duo and are known for their pre debut duets.

—★ ͘ ⴰ hana keeps a “snack stash” in her bag that she shares with fans during fan signs. the company has tried to ban her from giving out snacks, but she always finds a way around it.

—★ ͘ ⴰ eunjin secretly loves plushies but pretends to dislike them. the members leave random plushies on her bed, and she keeps all of them, saying, “they’re there for decoration.”

—★ ͘ ⴰ yn has an impressive collection of vinyl records. she often plays them while journaling or brainstorming choreography ideas. yuri always jokes that yn has an old soul.

—★ ͘ ⴰ summer can’t handle spicy food, but she always challenges herself to eat it anyway. during a mukbang, she started crying after one bite of spicy ramen, and yn had to finish the bowl for her.

—★ ͘ ⴰ hana is known for her laugh which sounds more like a cackle. whenever she laughs, the other members start laughing harder.

—★ ͘ ⴰ yn is a secret night owl and often stays up sketching designs for stardom’s next concept. summer once found her asleep at the table with doodles of retro outfits scattered around.

—★ ͘ ⴰ yuri made handmade bracelets for all the members during their trainee days. they all still wear them during important events as a good luck charm.