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finexbright · 2 years

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#i have few controversial™ thoughts #i honestly don't know what kind of a fuckall contract this is but it's very clear that holivia isn't a pr stunt and that she's a beard #and she's doing everything and more with that knowledge and lording it over him #i also have a feeling that most of these pap walks and her being around him were non negotiated in the sense that #she's literally just showing up every fucking where and making sure she's seen and so they're gonna have to get along with it #i also think that she (and her team) are looking into what the gp and the fandom thinks every minute of the day #because like. remember there was this thing where pregnancy rumours and next thing she was wearing baggy clothes?#and then like. she knows none of his songs are ablout her but she's trying so hard to make it about her #like. with the baggy clothes thing coming immediately after album release and little freak having the lyric #' you hide the body all that yoga gave you'#i feel like as a social experiment if you said something like ooh harry likes woman in bright yellow dresses #you'd see her in a bright yellow dress in the next few days #i hate to say this but she's extremely clever and she sees everything and tries to fit herself into the narrative #we talked about how uncomfortable he looks around her and how they're always ten feet apart and now we get kissing pics?#and yeah given the mp teaser release it kinda makes sense but doesn't mean any of this is right #she's a diabolical narcissistic who's riding on the 5 seconds of fame like it's her last breath on this planet #and i say this with no malice but she really needs to seek mental help at this point #like always wearing his merch. and like it's very proprietary in nature.#she's seriously showing stalker fan behaviour at this point and it's ridiculous #holivia #soni rambles

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lhrry · 2 years

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little freak has to be played now, harry has absolutely no choice whatsoever

#the lyric you hide the body all that yoga gave yoga needs to be sung today ok? ok thank harry

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pennielane · 2 years

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how are you listening to little freak and not cringing at the lyrics?

Oh I know the lyrics are very Not Good but the melody and production is so gorgeous idc 🥹

#the ‘delicate point of view’ is especially bad tbh #oh and the ‘you hide the body all that yoga gave you’ LMFAO #harry honey what happened ❤️ where’s my from the dining table man #anon #ask

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milfcodedvillain · 2 years

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I'm so fucking mad that music for a sushi restaurant is actually good and little freak is so bad

#harry's house #'you hide the body all that yoga gave you' im gonna kill him

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taintedcigs · 9 months

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eddie and steve live together & steve is completely in love with reader but she’s with eddie.

he comes home one day and shes standing in the kitchen making lunch in the tightest yoga pants and he is literally gonna implode. he can’t handle it anymore 🥺

to the edge — s.h.

a/n: wrote this while listening to deftones and omfg this idea is KILLING ME nonnie!!! did not proof-read pls ignore all mistakes!! im sorry i made this soso pervy but i swear i held myself back lmao!! also idk if this is what u wanted but hope u enjoy bb <33

warnings: perv!steve,18+ only, minors dni!!!!! kinda dark but not rlly ??, male m*sturbation, steve j*rking off to ur picture, degrading nicknames but also praising kind of! just filthy idk what is going thru my head im sick. (wc: 1.5k+)

Steve didn't know how much longer he could handle this.

How much longer could he hide this from you? Or even more importantly, how much longer could he hide this from Eddie?

His breath strained the moment he came home from work, he was already worked up, going through hours and hours of paper work, and now he was beyond frustrated.

Because there you stood with the prettiest smile adorning your face as you greeted him, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander off to your body when you wore the tightest fucking yoga pants that he had ever seen.

Showing all of your curves in the best possible way, the way your breasts juggled as you skipped over to give him a greeting hug.

He felt... so fucking perverted about his thoughts of you, the way his entire body froze when your breasts squeezed over his chest, the way his hands lingered on your waist when all he wanted to do was lower them further, cupping your ass while you squealed, hitting his chest with those pretty giggles escaping your lips.

"Can you help me out?" You asked with those doe-eyes. Steve was sure he would do anything you asked if you gave him that look. Any fucking thing.

He nodded breathlessly, no words able to push past his lips as he watched you in awe.

Eddie was nowhere to be seen, probably still stuck at work and Steve felt horrible. He felt horrible by how he eyed you, he felt horrible by how his mind framed you beneath him, whimpering for more until he pounded into you senselessly.

And he was doing every fucking thing he could to keep it in his pants, it was truly torture. But he seemed to be doing fine. Until you decided to brush past him in an attempt to reach the knife next to him.

It wasn't intentional, you probably thought nothing of it. But the way your curves molded into him, the way your ass grazed against his boner was a whole new territory that Steve wasn't ready for yet.

In his mind, you two might as well have been naked. And he knew he was fucked. Because all Steve could think about now was fucking you from behind, seeing that pretty view of your ass while you melted into him, pretty lips opening slightly to mewl at him for more, his hips relentlessly pounding into you, his veiny cock stretching that perfect little cunt he always dreamed about.

Fucking you senselessly until your mind was filled with nothing but Steve, and his cock. He wanted to have you drooling for him, begging for him to let you cum, begging for more...

Shit.

Steve looked down at the bulge in his pants, it was very fucking visible as his cock strained against his zipper, even the wet patch from his pre-cum was starting to form and he knew if he didn't do something about it he was going to explode.

"I—I'm just so... tired." He fake yawned, and you looked up at him.

"Oh! It's okay, I'll just finish up here, there isn't much left anyway." You gave him a small smile.

"You... uh— you sure?" He asked, hand perfectly placed to cover up his boner.

"Yes, yes... I'll let you know when the dinner is ready, Stevie." You giggled, waving him off.

Stevie.

He didn't even know how he made it to his bedroom, heaving a breath of relief as soon as he locked the door.

Stevie. He was sure you were trying to fucking kill him.

Steve was quick to take off his pants, almost juggling over them by how fast he was being.

Jesus fucking Christ

He shouldn't do this, he can't fucking do this.

He tried to reason, but the memories of you flashed through his mind faster than he could comprehend, the way those tight yoga pants framed your curves in the best way possible, the way you licked your lips as you concentrated on cutting those damn vegetables.

He could turn every memory of you into something sexual, he could picture those lips wrapped around his throbbing cock, your delicate tongue lapping up his pre-cum as your mouth struggled to take all of his length, and you stared up at him with those doe eyes.

Fuckfuckfuck.

He couldn't hold it off as he climbed into bed, trying his best to stifle his grunts when he wrenched his cock from his boxers. His cock pulsed harder as he swiped his thumb along the tip, hissing as he spread the bead of pre-cum that collected at his pink tip.

A low groan rose in his throat, as he closed his eyes. Shaky hands stroking up his lengthy cock. So slowly.

And all he can imagine was you.

He wanted you so badly that it ached, his cock in his grip was almost hot to touch, pulsating with need.

He wanted— no, he needed you. He needed you trembling under him, eager to fill all of your holes, he wanted you pleading for him, he wanted to sheath himself inside of you, as he told you how much he loved you.

He wanted to fill you to the brim, not stopping until he made sure that you were stuffed with his cum, not stopping until he made sure he painted your velvety walls white.

He fisted his cock feverishly at his thoughts, so roughly that his knuckles turned white. But he didn't care, pictures of you etched into his brain were enough to get him over the edge.

Steve was sure he had never felt this way before, he felt out of his mind, hooked on you. You were like a drug he couldn't get enough of, and it was killing him.

He tried to keep his moans stifled—but it was so hard when his dirty mind was filled with X-rated images of you.

You with your mouth hung open, tongue sticking out as you begged to taste his cum, to feel his load shooting down your throat.

"Fuck—fucking slut." He let out before he could stop himself. Tugging harder at his abused cock. "Such—such a pretty baby for me, yea?" He praised envisioning you.

He didn't hesitate to grab his bedside picture when he felt himself closer to release. He examined the picture carefully, curses slipping past his lips. There you stood next to him, and there was Eddie.

His veins throbbed with rage at the sight of him, he knew it was wrong, so fucking wrong. But every inch of him resented Eddie for getting to have you.

His thumb was quick to cover Eddie's face, he gripped harder on the picture as he focused on you.

God, did you look pretty.

Your hands were wrapped around his waist as you leaned toward him, you looked so fucking happy.

You wore the smallest fucking skirt, and your tits were pressed up against your tiny top, and it was driving Steve crazy.

He stroked his cock harder and harder as he imagined you naked, squirming under him. "Please, Stevie." You mewled, the nickname clinging to his mind.

"Cum inside of me, Stevie. Please, baby... please—need your cum." He imagined you whimpering, batting your lashes at him as tears threatened to spill from those innocent eyes.

And Steve reveled in the thought, of having you begging for his cum, his desire to get you full of him, the visual of his cum leaking out of your cunt pulled a guttural groan out of him.

"Please, Stevie, wanna be filled with your load."

He tugged at his cock harder, the thought of you begging for him, the thought of you begging to be his flooded his mind. "'M gonna make you mine, honey." He promised.

"Shit—gonna fuck my load into you, yeah, baby?"

"Gonna make you my personal fuckin' cock sleeve." He cursed as he stroked harder, gripping the picture in his hand.

"Make you my fuckin' cum dump." He groaned, the desire to have you jolted every inch of him.

"'M yours, Stevie." He envisioned you mewling for him.

And that thought finally sent him over the edge, he spurted his warm cum all over the picture in his hand. Most of it spilling on your frame as he let out loud groans, not even able to hide or stifle them anymore.

He grunted as the last of his load dripped from his softened tip onto your lips and all over your face on the picture. He couldn't help the satisfied smile on his face as he admired it.

You looked so fucking gorgeous with his cum spurted all over your pretty little face.

"Stevie!" You called out for his name and Steve froze immediately.

He panicked and covered himself up as soon as you knocked on the door.

Did you fucking hear him?

Did you know about his disgusting thoughts?

"Y—yeah?" He replied, voice filled with shame.

Thankfully, you didn't open the door as you just yelled. "Dinner is ready!" He heaved a sigh of relief quickly.

You were going to be the death of him.

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avocado-writing · 6 months

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Kinktober 29

29. Genital Pumping, Coercion/Blackmail, Pregnancy

You’ve been sneaking out, and your husbands are determined to know why.

Every Sunday morning. Usually you’d come straight to the bookshop, there bright and early at nine, ready to spend the day together. But recently you’ve been appearing a little later. They’re sure you’re not hiding anything illicit - that’s not your style and besides, you’re eight months pregnant. It’s hard for you to hide anything when all you can do is waddle.

They can’t follow you. Neither of them have the subtlety for that, not when it comes to you, anyway. You’re far more observant than either of them. If they tailed you, it would be a dead giveaway in moments. And they can’t ask any of their friends to follow you or they’ll get some strange looks.

So, intervention it is then.

You unlock the bookshop with the spare set of keys Aziraphale gave you. It has an Isle of Wight keyring on it. You take off your coat and are about to call out for your husbands when you stop dead.

They’re sitting on the sofa, a cup of tea in both of their hands, one on the coffee table with the handle facing the chair opposite. An invitation for you.

You sigh.

“Oh god, what’s going on?”

“We just want to have a chat, darling,” Aziraphale says, pleadingly. You can tell this is going to be ridiculous and meander over to the armchair, sitting down heavily.

“We’ve just noticed you’ve had a change in schedule, and were wondering where you were heading off to Sunday mornings.”

You groan as you take a sip of your tea, cast your eyes downwards. Crowley and Aziraphale exchange a look.

“Is there something wrong with the babies? With you? If there is, we want to be there to help,” Crowley says, firmly. That makes you look up.

“What? Oh goodness, no. They’re fine, I’m fine. We’re all fine. I’d never hide something like that from you, ever.”

“Then what is it, darling?” Aziraphale pleads. You sigh. Take another sip.

“‘Mgoint’prenataly’ga,” you mutter under your breath.

“Sorry?”

“I’m going to prenatal yoga, alright? Please don’t make me say it again.”

Another exchanged look, but this one less worried and more baffled.

“Oh. We thought you were doing something actually worth hiding,” Crowley sniffs, and you can tell his mind is crawling with ideas as to what that might be. Suddenly it all comes rushing out of you, like a dam has been detonated in your throat.

“It is worth hiding! Look at me, I’m two thousand years old, and I’m doing the warrior pose with a bunch of women young enough to be my great-grandaughter fifty times over. I’m a month away from giving birth, I’m carrying twins, and it’s bloody embarrassing alright! I look awful!”

You slump back into the chair dramatically, balancing your teacup on your belly, and stare up to the ceiling. It takes only a couple of moments for your husbands to perch on either side of the armchair, bringing your attention back to them.

“Oh, my darling,” Aziraphale whispers, “you can’t possibly think that, can you?”

“That I look awful? Well, have you seen me?”

“Yes,” he says quietly, but there’s a gravelly quality to his voice which has you looking into his eyes. They’re dark with lust, something only echoed as he reaches over and runs his hand across you.

“Darling, you are beautiful. You are brimming with new life. Do you not understand how wonderful that is, how you ought to be revered for it? We’ve always thought you were gorgeous, and now it’s just… a different kind of beauty.”

Aziraphale captures you in a kiss with far too much tongue to be chaste. You feel Crowley move his lips down your body, planting them on your neck, your collarbone, your stomach - then he settles between your legs. You let him part your thighs and reach under your skirt, stripping your pants off. You go to object about the unflattering style of them but are cut off when he moves the bunched fabric to his nose and takes a deep inhale.

“Fuck. I’m never going to get tired of the smell of your cunt,” he growls, tucking them into the pocket of his waistcoat before burying his face in you. You yelp, not quite realising that your body had been so receptive to their attentions. You’re already wet when Crowley starts to eat your tender pussy, clit throbbing under his every lick.

“Oh– fuck–”

“That’s it. Let it out,” he mutters against your cunt. Aziraphale strips off your shirt, unhooking your bra and draping it lazily over the back of the armchair, before pressing his mouth to your breast. You hiss as he snares your nipple between his teeth, pulling just to the edge of pain before running his tongue over the sensitive little nub.

“You are so lovely, darling. Tell us you know that. Tell us you believe it.”

You fist one of your hands in Aziraphale’s waistcoat, the other in Crowley’s hair.

“Oh— fuck! Yes! I do,” you wail, thrashing until Crowley pins your hips to the armchair with one surprisingly strong forearm.

“Good,” they say, in unison, but don’t stop until you’re screaming.

When you next go to prenatal yoga, there are two new mums joining. One’s a slightly older homely looking woman in beige, the other is a yummy mummy all in black who refuses to take off her sunglasses. They put their mats next to yours and for once you don’t feel silly about doing garland pose.

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#aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale #Avo’s kt 23 #fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween

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jackles010378 · 6 months

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Jealous Dean 😏

(Just a quick one shot 😜)

Sam had been bugging you into exercising with him for a while now, so you finally caved. You'd go on runs with him, work out in the gym at the bunker with him and now he was suggesting Yoga. You knew Dean wasn't one for running or yoga, so it was pointless asking him to join you guys.

You gave Sam a quizzical look, you'd never done yoga before but you thought you may as well give it a shot.

Rolling out the mats in the library after Sam had moved the tables over a bit. Sam had put some what he called relaxing music on (mainly whale and ocean sounds) you ran off to your room to put on some comfy clothes.

After throwing on your skin tight leggings and a crop top you rejoined Sam and followed the poses he was showing you.

You didn't think you'd be one for Yoga, but you found it quite relaxing. You had gone through quite a few poses starting with Bridge which was simple enough, he then guided you into the Warrior then the triangle pose. You didn't want to admit to Sam that you were enjoying yoga and that you'd definitely want to do it again.

The next pose had you lying on the floor on your back. You looked over at Sam and thought now this is a pose I can do and laughed to yourself. But then you saw him lift his hips off the floor. You followed and groaned a little at how long he held the pose which you believe was called Bridge Pose.

Sam laughed at your little moan and told you to roll onto your stomach. He explained the next pose and you glare at him, Upward-Facing Dog, he can't be serious you thought to yourself. But nope you were lifting yourself up on your arms with your head held back, you could feel the stretch all down your body. 'damn that feels good' you thought to yourself.

"how much more are we gonna do Sammy, my body is sore and I wanna take a bath" you asked the younger Winchester. "One last pose and we're done I promise" at that Sam stood up so you followed. You then watched as he bent over and stretched his arms forward, "I am not doing that" you said through a laugh. Sam just looked at you "alright fine, but then I'm getting my bath". You got into the position Downward-Facing Dog.

What you didn't know was all the time you had been doing yoga with Sam the eldest Winchester had been watching you. Watching every pose you had done, watching how your body moved into each pose, the way you delicately moved from one to another. The way that you looked calm and peaceful and happy. It was rare that Dean got to see you like this. You were always stressing over the brothers, worrying about them being on hunts. You and Dean had been together for just over 6 months after one night out made you both admit your feelings for each other.

Seeing you do that last pose released a small groan from him, not realising how loud he was, you shot up and glared at Dean who was hiding behind one of the pillars. "Enjoying the view over there Dean" you said with a hint of sarcasm. Dean slowly came from behind the pillar and stalked over to you "oh sweetheart, you have no idea how much I enjoyed that view" he was now standing directly in front of you. Your eyes travelled down his body and landed on his obvious erection trying to find a way out. You leaned in close and whispered in his ear while lightly ghosting his firm cock "I think I have a good idea" he swallowed harshly as he felt you cup him.

You heard Sam in the background coughing "you two get a room, or actually I will go for a run, a really long run. I don't wanna see this" Dean smirked at his brother. He kissed you passionately "y/n there are few moves I can teach you that are a lot more fun that what you've just been doing" he said winking at you. "what are you waiting for" you replied pecking his lips teasingly. You started to walk off, Dean grabbed your wrist picking you up and threw you over his shoulder. You let out a little squeak as he slapped your ass "oh darling this will be a night you're never gonna forget!"

I don't know what made me think of this but I like how it turned out! Hope you guys like it too 🥰

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ok-ak · 6 months

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hey quick question,

did you dress up for Halloween? 🎃 remember when i spilt beer on your friend—I'm not sorry🤷🏽‍♀️…wasn’t there like— a golf swing and a trampoline?? ⛳️maybe we'll do this again 🤞🏽look at you in that tracksuit and a ponytail- you hide the body all that yoga gave you 👀 i’m just over here drinking red wine and a ginger ale, but you would make fun of me, for sure 🙄anywho, i was thinkin' about who you are😍, your delicate point of view🥺, I was thinkin' about you 😮‍💨i’m not really even worried about where you are📍or who you go home to, i’m just thinking about you. ok bye!🥰🥰🥰🥰

#do y’all hear him like do you hear him????

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jaxxsoxxn · 1 month

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Boomer is surprisingly agile.

It's not a new thought for Barry, who's sitting in one of many boring JL meetings. Hal, sitting on his right, is chatting silently with a few of his fellow Green Lanterns, who decided that they wanted to be briefed into the mission, while Booster, who came only for the man, is sitting on his left and trying his best not to look miserable. And failing.

Batman's answering the seventh question asked by Plastic Man and by now, Barry's brain is going so fast that he fears he'll jolt and run through the place just to be occupied by something, anything! Yet he stays still and lazily lets himself get lost in his thoughts about the Rouge.

Digger wasn't big on stretching, above the basics, always kinda grimacing when he mentioned or out right asked him if he did Yoga. Normally, before he got his hands on the Speed Gauntlet, it didn't show half as much - normal people just didn't have the means to create enough space that this type of movement needed. Boomer, on the other hand, was natural enough with the Speed Force, that not only he made it look easy, but he also made it look so good.

His body almost moved naturally, twisting and sliding through the air like he was born for it. Few of the people closer to him, that knew about their relationship, asked about it - what's his routine, how can he do that or, usually only asked by other speedsters, how much does he know?

Which was his personal favorite, because how do you say to them that "he knows so much and nothing at all."? He can instinctively know where you'll end up before you know that while speeding, but he has no idea what exactly Speed Force is, he knows about phasing and about how you do it, he has no idea if you can run normally. He's the smartest idiot you've ever met, and he's so adorable while talking about it all, that Flash listens through his stupidest hypotheses.

He'd actually fight the Gotham's Condiment King and his goddamn old mayo shooter just to see Boomer stretch. He wonders if that'd make him even more agile or would it do nothing, since it'd be easier than his normal stuff. Can Digger do splits? Fuck, that'd be a view - he usually wasn't big on exercising or doing anything alike near him. Shame was how Harley called it teasingly, but they both knew by the way his red cheeks would give it away, that she's saying the truth.

Is there a deal to be made here? If he could get him to exercise near him like that...

Fuck maybe he didn't even need to make it a deal, maybe if he'd just say that he doubts it's a possibility for the man, he'd do it just to prove him wrong? Or maybe being sweet was the better option, if he'd get his lover comfortable enough, maybe he could help and what wouldn't he give to lay his hands on those thick thighs and-

"Flash!" a hand landed in front of him, on the table, shocking him from his thoughts. He grimaced when he noticed whose hand was it.

Slowly, he looked up at Batman, ignoring Hal's snickering on his side and the amused stare Diana tried to hide.

"Yes..?" he said, trying his best not to show how he wanted to just run, get away and jump his lover the second he was let go.

Bruce, with a heavy sigh, looked at him with enough disappointment to make him wiggle in his seat. After a few seconds of this torture, he looked up briefly and just gave up.

"Okay, this briefing was... worse than usual. At the end of this week, I'll send you the message with a new date for it, since it's not anything needing our attention immediately... You all are excused." his voice was stoic, but slightly tired, and before Flash could feel bad about it, he sent him a thankful look and bolted. Hal and his friends be damned, he will catch up with them later.

Right now he had to catch up on something else with his dear Rouge.

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #boomerflash #flash x captain boomerang #flasherang #flasharang #fan fiction #writing #bad writing #lowkey spicy #but its mostly flash drooling while bat tries to brief these idiots #he is failing #“hey why is he just kinda jumping from one subject to another so quickly?” SHUTSHUTSHUTSHUTSHUT #thats how thinking works trust

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thestylesindependent · 11 months

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"...you hide the body all that yoga gave you..." Love on Tour: London 1 via hsatellit3

#harry styles #june 2023 #lot: london 1

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womanexile · 8 months

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Is little freak about Taylor? What's ur theory on that?

Little Freak is sooo about TS. It’s one of the more obvious ones on HH. HS wrote this while he was in Japan in late 2018. We’ve all heard the rumor that something might have happened between them that summer.

Little freak, Jezebel

You sit high atop the kitchen counter

The kitchen is a sacred place for Haylor. They both use it a lot in their lyrics.

TVFN “danced in the kitchen, chased me down through the hallway”

Sunflower Vol. 6 “kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor”

Lover remix w/ Shawn Mendes “we could light a bunch of candles and dance around the kitchen babe”

Daylight “you were just doing cocaine in my kitchen”

Stay green a little while

Champagne problems “evergreen our group of friends”

You bring blue lights to dreams

Starry haze, crystal ball

Somehow, you've become some paranoia

A wet dream just dangling

But your gift is wasted on me

I was thinkin' about who you are

Your delicate point of view, I

Here HS refers to TS song Delicate

Was thinkin' about you

I'm not worried about where you are

Or who you will go home to, I'm

Just thinkin' about you

Did you dress up for Halloween?

I spilt beer on your friend, I'm not sorry

Here I think HS is referring to KK. In July of 2018 they were both at the same yacht party. It would make sense that’s why he’s not sorry for spilling beer on her.

A golf swing and a trampoline

TS used to have a trampoline on her tennis court in 2012. Maybe they would star gaze laying on it.

Maybe we'll do this again

Tracksuit and a ponytail

You hide the body all that yoga gave you

Red wine and a ginger ale

But you would make fun of me, for sure

I was thinkin' about who you are

Your delicate point of view, I

Was thinkin' about you

I'm not worried about where you are

Or who you will go home to, I'm

Just thinkin' about you

I disrespected you

Jumped in feet first, and I landed too hard

Here HS referencing one of TS older songs. He does this a lot.

A broken ankle, karma rules

Do I really need to explain Karma here? 😂

You never saw my birthmark

HS has two birthmarks. One on his right wrist & one on his back. This is referring to him never turning his back on TS.

I was thinkin' about who you are

Your delicate point of view, I

Was thinkin' about you

I'm not worried about where you are

Or who you will go home to, I'm

Just thinkin' about you

And this is what American Songwriter had to say about Little Freak.

Illicit affairs “You taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else”

#haylor #harry styles #taylor swift

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foxes-that-run · 6 months

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Little Freak

Did you dress up for Halloween? Little Freak is a sweet song, Harry is thinking about an ex and looking at the relationship with distance. It has many references to Taylor. It was written when he was in Tokyo Oct-Dec 2018. Taylor had her last Reputation concert 21 November, 2018 in Tokyo.

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Little Freak was written on bad rental gear, he said it went through 19 versions before finally being on Harry's House. Ophelia is possibly written at the same time, it references Tokyo. TBSL is similar, references Taylor in a similar way, but Harry said it was written in Bath later.

To Howard Stern, Harry said if a song didn't make a previous album why would it make this one, however noted 2 songs on Harry's House are older, but they fit sonically on the album. There is another great post here.

Lyrics

Little freak, Jezebel You sit high atop the kitchen counter Stay green a little while You bring blue lights to dreams

Jezabel is possibly a reference to 'Slut!' Taylor also references this line in the opening of the Bejewelled MV "the prince would not have anything to do with that Harlot again."

Harry references kitchens in Haylor songs Sunflower Vol 6 (kiss in the kitchen), Two Ghosts (fridge light washes the room white), here it is a device to remember a calm intimacy with his muse

A Blue film is an adult film, the last line is a wet dream.

Starry haze, crystal ball Somehow, you've become some paranoia A wet dream just dangling But your gift is wasted on me

The starry haze, crystal ball is a reference to the Ready for it...? MV. Which is about Harry, he also referenced it in To be so Lonely. Ready for it also references a sexual dream "In the middle of the night, in my dreams (eh) / You should see the things we do (we do), baby" It was an impressive tour open too.

The paranoia refers to the complicated nature of their relationship (Fine Line, DBATC) he is asked about her a lot and while their songs imply they interact, they are almost never seen together so they may work hard at that.

The wet dream, just dangling, to me means unfinished business with her that he doesn't know how to resolve.

He feels her musical gifts are wasted on him, (they aren't Harry, you're the best muse)

This producer video comments on the use of a Linn drum machine as something Jack Antonoff uses on Taylor Swifts songs. (26:30)

I was thinkin' about who you are Your delicate point of view, I Was thinkin' about you I'm not worried about where you are Or who you will go home to, I'm Just thinkin' about you

This verse refers to another Haylor Reputation song, Delicate, which also tells of sexual tension. However, here Harry uses the song title to flatter her and adds that he is not feeling possessive, just thinking of her.

Did you dress up for Halloween? I spilt beer on your friend, I'm not sorry A golf swing and a trampoline Maybe we'll do this again

This verse refers to Taylor and has links back to their time dating.

Taylor does dress up for halloween, like this 2014 1989-era Pegacorn. Harry and Taylor were also both in Tokyo a few weeks after Halloween

The spilt beer is often thought to be this photo of him with Karlie Kloss on a fashion persons yacht. It looks like water in front of him but I like to imagine this is it.

Blank Space MV Taylor took a golf club to a classic luxury car. Harry has many nice classic cars. In the Red era when they first dated Taylor had a trampoline on her tennis court and it also featured in the 22 MV.

in the close he asks maybe we'll do this again, I interpret that as maybe be together again one day. Olivia, WITW and Someday maybe have similar messages.

Tracksuit and a ponytail You hide the body all that yoga gave you Red wine and a ginger ale But you would make fun of me, for sure

Above I have a grab from Miss American, which was filmed during the Rep tour, in most of the back stage, home or recording scenes she is wearing a variation on a tracksuit and ponytail.

Red wine and ginger ale mixed is a seltzer type drink, here it is an 'easter egg' as there are red wine references in a lot of Haylor songs: DBATC (My time, my wine..), Clean (You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore), Maroon (The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me), Olivia (This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love) and Grapejuice ("Give me something old and red")

I disrespected you Jumped in feet first, and I landed too hard A broken ankle, karma rules You never saw my birthmark

In the last verse Harry has started reflecting on how things ended, he acknowledges he disrespected Taylor. This may refer to the time in Now that we don't talk.

Harry broke his foot playing football while on tour in Ireland in October 2015, this is close to the time period in NTWDT, Harry includes a reference to Karma, Taylors maybe album, evential song from that time period.

Harry has a birthmark on his back so many think this means he has and will never turn his back on her. (I have seen another fandom say this means they were not intimate, dude- strangers on the internet can link to it)

to me the birthmark is not literal, I think she never saw his full self because of his age & the band. He spoke to both Howard Stern and Zane Lowe about all of his adult decisions being made as part of a group from 16-20. It was in a context of leaving One Direction. To me this emotional coasting (he says he was 'away' in TBSL) was a factor in the events of NTWDT and Is it over now?

But both of these are true, he won’t turn his back on her and he wasn’t his full self then.

#Youtube #happy halloween #harry styles #taylor swift #little freak #haylor #harry’s house

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moonshotsx · 1 year

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(a little over) six sentences sunday - anarcia popstar au

well... 👀 this was inspired by a song that is just stuck in my head these days, so i guess you’re welcome? lol

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“Let’s try this again, you keep messing up the same step. Did you even practice it when I was gone?”.

Anetra walked towards the laptop and rewound the new track back to the pre chorus as Marcia stood still, catching her breath. She fixed her ponytail before lifting her yoga pants slightly.

The rhythmic beat filled the room once again, prompting the singer to look at the choreographer through the mirror wall.

“If you can’t nail this down with me, how are you supposed to do that with another dancer?” Anetra half-whispered, placing her warm hands on the bare skin of Marcia’s sides, “Five, six, seven and…”

The blonde took a deep sight, trying her best to focus on the steps rather than how Anetra’s hands felt on her.

Yeah, I want it, want it, want it Want it, want it, want it, yeah I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', yeah

Their bodies moved as one as the song went on. This time all Marcia could feel her heart beating faster, too many thoughts rushing through her mind.

For the last chorus, Anetra spun her around, following the choreography. One of her hands slid down under Marcia’s thigh, bringing her closer.

The singer’s hands cupped the brunette’s cheeks, her thumb grazing the scar on her eye.

Yeah, I want it, want it, want it Want it, want it, want it, yeah I'm just lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah

The song slowly faded but neither of them moved.

Her eyes met Anetra’s, a question hiding behind their silence.

Anetra gave her a small nod and Marcia smiled.

Who knew Anetra’s lips tasted like cherry?

#fic prompt #six sentence sunday #anarcia #popstar au

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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Mrs. Strong let’s Jace stay the night and he can barely sleep. She’s so close to him. In that little nightgown that hides NOTHING. He takes his cock in his hand and jacks off to a photo he found of her in the guest room she gave him.

It’s her wedding photo with Harwin.

She, of course, walks in on him and pauses before he spots her and covers himself. He’s got such a toned stomach, flexing as his hips buck against her imaginary body. She can see what photo he’s looking at… but thinks he’s masturbating to Harwin. Giggling, she closes the door and apologizes. Inside… she feels almost jealous. Imagine being lusted after by such a handsome young man. With such a big cock.

Jace is flustered, but thinks this is great. She’s not disgusted by him. He walks around her house shirtless, complimenting her and clearly flirting with her. Mrs. Strong wears a LOT less because now she just thinks he’s a sweet lil’ gay sidekick and there’s no way he’s frantically hiding a boner every time she walks past him. When she asks him if he’s dating any boys on his campus, Jace is screaming internally.

How can he calmly, sensibly explain to her “No, I’m not gay, I was masturbating to your photo because I’m in love with you and I want to cum inside you till my balls go dry holy shit please kiss me.”?

He shyly says “I’m not that kinda guy… um. Sorry. I… I’m more about women. Y-Yeah..”

Mrs. Strong is so embarrassed. She’s been walking around in a short robe with just panties all day because she just assumed… oh gods! Mrs. Strong apologizes and changes into yoga pants that literally do nothing to prevent him from panting like a dog. She goes back to being motherly and starts hinting that Jace should go home the next day.

Things finally start moving when Mrs. Strong gets sent a video from an unknown number saying “This ur man?” It’s a video of Harwin and Rhaenyra, having a very public affair.

She is heartbroken. Harwin hadn’t touched her in so long. When was the last time he showed any interest? When had anyone…. Hm. Maybe someone was interested. Or at the very least, she could do something to have control again. Would that smirk off Rhaenyra’s face.

And Jace is right here. That woman’s son.

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THIS !!

I love how she thinks Jace is gay..bless her little heart. Stupid Harwin does not deserve her at all!!

#au #lust bounds him

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inthecornerihaunt · 11 months

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You hide the body all that yoga gave you

Or am I delulu?

#haylor #karma taylor swift #little freak

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rozthedirector · 2 years

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Rosa taking care of Gina

Fluff, 1K words.

Summary: based on canon timeline (2x7 lockdown episode), Rosa keeps Gina from freaking out.

"Gina, I know you're scared, but you got to stop freaking out the civilians." Jake said, pointing at her.

"Yes I'm very influential."

"And, Diaz, you need to stop making of fun of Gina and help her."

"Fine," Rosa said and straightened herself, turned around to walk but noticed that Gina was still sitting on the desk. "Come on," she said, leading the way.

They got into the evidence room. Rosa grabbed two boxes and put them on the floor.

"Why did we come here?" Gina asked as she sat down on the box.

"'Cause you can see the whole bullpen from the captain's office and my job is to keep you from freaking out."

"Yeah, that makes sense," Gina sighed. Her eyes were watery and her teeth were chattering. She hugged herself to soothe her trembling body.

Rosa looked at the red haired woman and felt bad for her. It was like the day she got robbed. Under her shell and bold personality, there was a person who would understandably be scared of things, such as death.

It was hard to endure seeing her like this. She sighed, still standing. "Alright," big blue eyes looked up to her. "I'll get your coat and see if there's any coffee. Don't leave this room." Gina nodded.

After a minute, Rosa came back with coffees in both hands, Gina's coat hanging from her arm. "I had to punch someone to get these coffees," Rosa jokingly said as Gina's hands rose to grab one. She left her coffee on the ground and put on her coat in one swift move. "Thank you," she said, wrapped tightly in thick fabric. "It's really cold in here."

"It is not," the brunette said as she sat down on the other box. "You feel cold because you're anxious."

Gina shrugged and took a sip from her coffee. "How are you so calm about this?"

It was Rosa's turn to shrug. "If it was anthrax they would've noticed it right away."

"But it still can be something dangerous, right?"

"I don't think so."

Gina put her head on her knees and groaned. "I'm gonna die!"

"You are not!" She was getting tired of repeating herself but she had to be patient, so, tried again. "Look, the same thing happened in three other precincts. It's fine, trust me."

Gina looked over her coffee and raised her eyebrows. "Are you giving me your word?"

"I am."

"Then I promise you this, if things don't go well, I'll be chasing you in hell."

"Sweet," her lips twitched, almost a smile appearing. She bit her cheek and held out her mug. Gina gave her a frustrated look and clincked their mugs slowly. "You're not helping me, at all!"

Rosa dropped her shoulders, she didn't know what else she could do. "Why don't you play with your phone?" she asked.

"I'm in crisis, Rosa!" She was still rubbing her arms with her hands. "What do you do when you're anxious?"

Rosa thought for a second. "Just sit silently and bounce my leg."

They shared an awkward look.

"Why don't we just... talk? Maybe it'll distract you."

Gina grinned. "But you hate small talk."

"Yes, that is why it'll be our secret." Rosa took a long sip from her coffee. "And you'll owe me one."

"Ah, I see. Okay." Gina bit her lower lip, thinking. "What are you doing tonight?"

The brunette pursed her lips. "I don't have any plans. Maybe I'll do yoga."

The redhead's mouth fell open, she shifted in her box excitedly. "You do yoga? I love yoga. How come you've never told me this before?!" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "We should start doing yoga at work!"

"I'll pass that," she took another sip, trying real hard to hide her smirk.

"Rude." Gina shook her head disapprovingly.

"What about you?"

"Ugh, the usual. Have a few drinks, then sex with an extremely hot man." Rosa raised her eyebrows. "Okay, fine, I was just going to watch Grey's Anatomy and die of boredom." She squinted her eyes, "and you'll watch it with me."

"Nope."

"Fine. You'll have a drink with me." She lowered her voice, "will you?"

"Alright, we now know what to do tonight."

Gina clapped her hands in amusement. "Aww, look at us, we're digging this small talk! Amy would be so proud of us."

Rosa smiled. "I am, too."

Their conversation shifted to ,as Gina called it, "gossip time". She started telling her everything she heard about the people in the precinct. Then about the spoiled girls in her dance group. Then about her mother, then about her favorite shows... Rosa was just listening to her, humming and nodding time to time, playing with her empty mug. Judging by her sitting, Gina was more comfortable and probably stopped caring about the thing that brought them to the evidence room in the first place. Which meant that the detective successfully completed the job. Though there was a little hangup: Rosa didn't want this moment to end.

Around an hour later, Captain Holt and Sergeant Jeffords came back, just like the test results. The suspicious powder wasn't anything serious and they were all free to go home.

Gina was packing up her purse when Rosa came to her desk. "Hey," she said. "None of us have eaten anything, would you like to--"

"We'll celebrate Thanksgiving together. Cute." Her eyes were shining, she couldn't stop smiling since they received the good news.

Rosa simply nodded. "Seems like that."

"Proposing a first date on Thanksgiving to show your gratefulness to God for sending me to you. That's very romantic, actually." Her big famous grin appeared. She walked around her desk and faced Rosa. "Let's go, my lady," she took her arm.

Rosa rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed.

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