#GOOD GIRL FAITH AND A TIGHT LITTLE SKIRT AND WHEN WE GO CRASHING

[campbyler]

are we gonna get a 'style' chapter? because will and mike in acswy are so heavily style coded (or maybe its just me being a swiftie)

i meannnnn i don’t think any of our current chapters are explicitly based off of style if that’s what you mean? however we have plenty of other taylor inspired chapters (squints at ch8) and inspiration tends to strike whenever and wherever it wants to so you never know! they are soooooo style coded tho i can’t agree more

[backtodecembertv]

i know exactly where this leads but i watch us go round and round each time!!!

[devileyesboy]

“Cause you got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt, and I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt and when we go crashing down we come back every time cause we never go out of style”

That's what I was supposed to write in the background but I, as always, forgot. Btw my babies that I miss every day.

And more details bellow bc I always think Tumblr doesn't catch my effort enough.

[ilovecatilinclark]

Style

Paige Bueckers x Reader

Based off of style by taylor swift

you and have been having a situationship with her, finally she confesses.

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I Know exactly where it leads, but I Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

You knew you should've off told her to go home but you just couldn't, you knew what was gonna happen. You guys would end up making out but never actually confirm the relationship. Even as hard as you tried to push her away from you. You couldn't even if you might be a fling you hoped and tried.

Time went by fast first she was on the couch now your on the bottom of her making out passionately. You knew you were just another one of girls she would come to when she was bored. Every time she came she would always end up ranting about a new girl that ghosted her or played her. Then you guys would be making up on the couch helping comfort her.

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

While you were at a party you saw Paige, she made eye contact with you. As you both held the eye contact your friend soon called you over still feeling a lingering eye on you. You knew she was still staring especially since you were wearing her favorite red lipstick you owned.

As she stared you down you tried your hardest to ignore her lingering eyes and not to make eye contact with her. Even with how soft her gaze what you knew you shouldn't look for too long. You didn't want too catch feelings for her just from how her eyes looked at you. Seeming like she longed for you, as you were continuing partying and drinking you felt a pair of hands wrap around you.

"Hey, you look breath taking" Paige said with her adoring eyes looking up and down at you stunned at how good you look. "Thanks" you said blushing trying to avoid her gaze.

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Even with the times she ghosted you or left you on read you knew you guys would always be back together and would always find each other. It was a habit of hers to never really reply or ghost you when she found a new girl or because she lost interest talking to you.

Even when you would cry to your friend's or your close friend Aaliyah Edwards as all she could do was comfort you feeling pity. Even after crying your heart out Paige always went back to you and always came back to fix everything. You guys would always come back and be best friends you knew she didn't feel the same as much as you. But you never gave up even if it was this continuous cycle.

You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

As you were walking around the campus you spotted Paige. She was wearing her white t-shirt and the slick back hair that got you every time. It was clear she just came back from practice. As you planned to ignore her knowing she was probably ignoring you. You walked past her till you felt some arms hug you in the back. "I missed you" she said tucking her head into your neck smelling you.

Oh you were so back you guys soon were gonna meet up at this party. You knew you were knew as a good person, you were kind and never judge mental always giving everyone a chance. Everyone knew you and Paige were on and off and all they felt was pity. Knowing you were such a good person. You soon arrived in the party you met with Paige "cute skirt" she said as you waved at her. "thanks" you said grabbing the drink from her hand.

As you guys were partying you both knew you wouldn't be able to keep your hands away from each other. As Paige was being a bit handsy you couldn't help but get flustered but kept partying. You wanted to ask "What are we" but knew Paige would blow it off.

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Before you could even text Paige the next morning you saw on Instagram you were blocked again. You were so confused you thought you guys were better now. As you soon called Aaliyah to cry to her again about how this always happen. You didn't know on the other side Paige was also in the room with the rest of the team. Listening onto the conversation.

She felt guilt, she knew she was always blowing you off and just really using you as a comfort. But she started to feel genuine feelings, but she didn't want to hurt you. Soon after the call her teammates told her to just confess and to stop hurting you. She knew she had to act, soon she was at your dorm knocking. As you opened the door with red puffy eyes. She quickly said "Will you be my girlfriend" she said as she stared into your eyes. You were stunned you were confused but you couldn't help but feel relieved and happy.

"Yes Paige I will be' your girlfriend while sniffling but smiling, as she came closer and hugged you. Even if it took some time for Paige to like you back. You knew you two would never go out of style always finding each other and staying together forever.

[glamorousfantasyfic]

Singing my heart out

Pairing : Azriel × reader

Word count : baby , Idk

Summery: Azriel is your roommate and you are in the mood to blast out songs but didn't expect Az to see you singing your personal concert .

Warnings : some kissing scenes, banter, fluff .

I looked outside the window, the city was bustling and small lights marked the streets. I couldn't hear the city noise, thanks to the soundproof glass but I was comforted by others going about their night.

I was having too much energy for tonight, and it will probably bite me in the ass later when going to bed and not being able to sleep.

So I turned towards my room and searched for my speaker and microphone which I had gifted myself as last year's birthday present. I wanted something fun and a dance song to get this pent-up energy out.

" Perfect, this is the one "

I grabbed my microphone and put on Taylor Swift cause there's nothing I love more than Miss Tay's music.

I started bobbing my head with the beat and closed my eyes.

" Midnight "

" You come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive

Could end in burning flames or paradise"

Now I am doing a full-blown dance and singing like I am Miss Tay, ohh how I wish !!

"Fade into view, oh

It's been a while since I have even heard from you "

Now I am just letting go and feeling this music baby !!

"And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

That's it, this room is my concert and I am doing a show for the audience.

And I am singing as loud and proud as I can " You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"

I am imagining someone's eyes they are golden and warm like honey and they hold me captivated. With my eyes held closed, I imagine him with his beautiful face looking at me with so much heat.

His eyes did not leave mine, not even blinking.

"You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"

His piercing gaze on me and his Adam's apple moving and now I am hot and bothered. With a fuzzy feeling in my stomach.

"So it goes

He can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mm

Takes me home

The lights are off, he's taking off his coat, mm, yeah"

I can't stray my eyes away and I just want to tear his clothes apart with my bare hands. And he's taking off his coat, the fuzzy feeling in my lower belly expanding.

"I say, "I heard, oh

That you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl"

And that other gurl, I am gonna kill that one yeah!

He says, "What you heard is true, but I

Can't stop thinkin' 'bout you and I"

I said, "I've been there too a few times"

Yeah but gotta pretend that doesn't bother me. Yeah and as I open my eyes to roll them

There were warm eyes

Wait what ??

I stared, my eyes wide, song forgotten, Taylor you really need to shut up now.

His mouth tilted upwards, he looked at me from afar, arms crossed across his chest, the tattooed muscles bulging.

Standing and leaning against my door frame looks delicious with droplets dripping down his face, one coming down his neck and ...

Okay! Snap out of it.

I quickly or tried to turn off the speaker, turned calmly and placed my microphone on the bedside table, my back to his I took a deep breath.

" You don't have to stop at my expense, darling "

And coughed right out of the air. Turning towards him said, " Umm .. well I kinda was hoping I was alone "

I said looking down and playing with my hands and the string of my pajama pants !!

Oh no, I am in my pajamas! These are hideous.

" Well we can't let that whole show, go to waste can we ?"

Quickly untangling my hands, I looked up, " How long were you standing there ?"

" Since your tight little skirt, yeah that's what that was, isn't it? "

I tried to fight the blush creeping up my face but it was no use.

" It was an amazing show though, I thought I was having a heavenly experience. "

He said still leaning, still with his stupid smirk which was now turning into a smile.

" Shut up, I thought I was alone and wanted to burn off some energy, okay !? "

I said folding my own hands across my chest and his gaze moved towards my chest. Then I realized, were not covered with bras and we were perked up because of my little show here.

His gaze moved upwards but that smile had turned into something malicious.

I quickly dropped my hands to my sides, still unsure why had I put on my pajamas so early.

He stalked towards me.

" What are you... doing?"

He didn't stop until he was a foot away from me.

Feeling his warm breath, I tilted my head upwards, almost injuring his chin and my head.

"Oops sorry."

I said with intent to take a step back but his arms sneaked around my waist holding me in place and flushed against his.

Leaving me no room to breathe, he bent down brought his mouth close to my face and whispered in my ear

" Y/N, I can suggest many activities to release that energy ."

Too flabbergasted to answer I just stood there not breathing, just still.

" Y/N, darling you need to breathe."

I snapped out of it and took a slow, steady breath.

"Az," I said or wished to say but it came out as a whisper.

" Mhmm, yes ." He rumbled, his eyes darting between my mouth and eyes.

I felt his words to my core, but an idea snapped at me.

" That song, I was imagining Cas," I said fighting a smile.

His eyes snapped towards mine, the lust circling in his eyes, tampered down but still there.

He pulled himself back, his hand still around my waist.

" What did you just say ?" Raising an eyebrow, he said.

" I said ...."

I say saying every word and sound painfully slowly.

"I dare you to say another man's name right now," he said possession and jealousy in his eyes as he slowly stepped towards me.

I smirked and looked in those dark yellow eyes

I stepped back but due to the bed behind me I fell

" Oomph"

As we fell on the bed, I pinned underneath him.

" I said Cassi-"

His wings were tucked neatly and unraveled, and both hands were on either side of my face. He caged me and kissed me roughly with passion and so much hunger, I couldn't help but kiss him back but as I moved my hands for his hair, he grabbed both of my wrists and pushed them back into the mattress

I groaned he broke away from the kiss,

" This is your punishment for trying to tease me. No hands on me, and you are my dessert, which I am going to have early. "

He said smiling wickedly and as I went to pout, he roughly kissed me again.

That's how we spent our evening and safe to say I slept very peacefully that night with all the ' Activities' that I had done.

I hope you enjoyed this, it was my first time writing my crazy thoughts down so please feel free to correct me or give any feedbacks that you have. If you have any Azriel requests, do share these and I will talk to you soon.

Byeeee !!

[vividxpages]

☆.。.:*・°💕 ☆.。.:*・° being in love with Jacaerys - an imcomplete playlist with songs by Taylor Swift ☆.。.:*・💕 °☆.。.:*・°

you belong with me - "dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time"

style - "you got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt and I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt and when we go crashing down, we come back every time"

wildest dreams - "I said, "No one has to know what we do", his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever"

gorgeous - "whisky on ice, sunset and vine, you've ruined my life, by not being mine. You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face 'cause look at your face"

dress - "all of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you"

so it goes - "I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose, you know I'm not a bad girl but I do bad things with you, so it goes"

mirrorball - "hush, when no one is around, my dear. You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinning in my highest heels, love, shining just for you"

the prophecy - "please, I've been on my knees, change the prophecy.

Don't want money, just someone who wants my company, let it once be me. Who do I have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?"

the 1 - "but we were something, don't you think so? Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool. And if my wishes came true it would've been you"

king of my heart - "and we rule the kingdom inside my room. 'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars with their Range Rovers and their Jaguars never took me quite where you do"

(feel free to add!)

[cherryblossomfairyy]

"We never go out off style"

Pairing : spencer reid x reader

Summary : the endless circle of your relationship with Spencer along the lyrics of the song "Style" by Taylor Swift.

"Midnight." The night air was thick with tension as I slipped into his car. "You come and pick me up, no headlights. Long drive." Just the hum of the engine and the open road ahead.

"It's been a while since I have even heard from you", but the moment I got his text— "You up?" —I knew I couldn’t say no. I should have tried atleast. "I should just tell you to leave 'cause I Know exactly where it leads, but I." But here I was, watching the city lights blur past, lost in the thrill of something I couldn’t quit.

He glanced at me with that "James Dean daydream look in his eyes" , a smirk playing at his lips. "Miss me?" I wanted to say no, but if I were honest with myself, then yes. But I couldn’t tell him that. His ego would get to big. The only thing I could say was "I missed you, but only if you have missed me". I knew he had, otherwise we wouldn't be here. "And I got that red lip classic thing that you like"

In a low voice, he answered "Ofcourse I missed you. I can't stop thinking of you." I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the way my heart raced. He had that effect on me. The bad habit I could never break.

I started to reminisce of a better time, where I could never call him a bad habit. We were at a BAU summer barbecue. All the team members and their loved ones together, enjoying a rare day off in the summer sun. I remember we took a group photo. "You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt. And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt". That photo now is probably in the paper shredder in Spencer's home office.

As we pulled up to his place, he killed the engine. The silence stretched between us, thick with unsaid words. He reached for the door handle, but I stopped him. I had too ask him if the rumors were true, and if so, I wanted to go home. Not awkwardly sitting on his couch.

"I heard, oh. That you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl". I said, my voice sharp. I wanted to sound indifferent, but my heart betrayed me.

He sighed, rubbing a hand through his slicked-back hair. "What you heard is true", he admitted."But I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you and I"

I should’ve left. Should’ve demanded he drove me home immediately or simply walked in the cold night. But instead, I whispered, "I’ve been there too. A few times."

Because that was us. A cycle we couldn’t break. The crash and the comeback. The fire and the ashes. "And when we go crashing down, we come back every time. Cause we never go out of style".

No matter how many times we fell apart, we never really ended. We both knew it should have stopped the first time we broke up. This wasn't healthy, it slowly killed me every time I saw him. Like a poisoned visual.

But we never learned. The cycle just kept repeating itself. One of us broke first, and texted the other to meet up. Followed by awkward small talk, confessions that we could never save us, not even the first time. Looking back at the better days. And in the end getting hit with the realisation that we never stop burning down. Our destiny was set in stone.

With the same tears as always, I asked with a voice I only use when I'm with him"take me home. Just take me home". He nodded, aware that tonight we again crashed and burned down. Maybe better luck next time we see each other. "Cause we never go out of style."

[alwayshinny]

Hinny ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

“You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style”

[livvyofthelake]

idk if you've heard but... you got that james dean daydream look in your eye and i got that red lip classic thing that you like and when we go crashing down we come back every time we never go out of style we never go out of style you got that long hair slicked back white t shirt and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt and when we go crashing down we come back every time we never go out of style we never go out of style.... if anyone even cares

[tarlosbuddie]

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

[bubbl3gumbittch]

Taylor Swift songs x Smosh Ships/Duos (pt2)

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Courtney&Shayne *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Mastermind

Once upon a time

The planets and the fates and all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room at the same time

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Of a chain reaction of countermoves

To assess the equation of you

Checkmate, I couldn't lose

What if I told you none of it was accidental?

And the first night that you saw me

Nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork, and then just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

I know places (Taylor’s Version)

Somethin' happens when everybody finds out

See the vultures circling, dark clouds

Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out

It could burn out

'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes And guns

They are the hunters, we are the foxes

And we run

Baby, I know places we won't be found, and

They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

Style (Taylor’s Version)

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

Lover

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'II save you a seat, lover

Paper rings

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh-huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this

Uh-huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool

When you jumped in first, I went in too

(pt1/ianthony)

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info and lyrics for the songs under the cut!

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

If you’d like to send in interpretations or propaganda for a specific song you can send them to my inbox! All interpretations are welcome and let’s be open and kind in response to all interpretations <3

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Now That We Don't Talk lyrics

You went to a party, I heard from everybody

You part the crowd like the Red Sea, don't even get me started

Did you get anxious though, on the way home?

I guess I'll never, ever know

Now that we don't talk

You grew your hair long, you got new icons

And from the outside, it looks like you're trying lives on

I miss the old ways, you didn't have to change

But I guess I don't have a say

Now that we don't talk

I called my mom, she said that it was for the best

Remind myself the more I gave, you'd want me less

I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost

And what it cost

Now that we don't talk

What do you tell your friends we

Shared dinners, long weekends with?

Truth is, I can't pretend it's

Platonic, it's just ended, so

I called my mom, she said to get it off my chest (Off my chest)

Remind myself the way you faded till I left (Till I left)

I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost (What I lost)

And what it cost

Now that we don't talk

I don't have to pretend I like acid rock

Or that I'd like to be on a mega-yacht

With important men who think important thoughts

Guess maybe I am better off

Now that we don't talk

And the only way back to my dignity

Was to turn into a shrouded mystery

Just like I had been when you were chasing me

Guess this is how it has to be

Now that we don't talk

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Style lyrics

Midnight

You come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh

It's been a while since I have even heard from you (Heard from you)

I should just tell you to leave, 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style

You got that long hair slicked back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style

So it goes

He can't keep his wild eyes on the road

Takes me home

Lights are off, he's takin' off his coat, mmm, yeah

I say, "I heard, oh

That you've been out and about with some other girl

Some other girl"

He says, "What you heard is true, but I

Can't stop thinking 'bout you and I"

I said, "I've been there too a few times"

'Cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style

You got that long hair slicked back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt (A tight little skirt)

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style (We never go, we never go)

We never go out of style

Take me home

Just take me home

Yeah, just take me home, oh (Out of style)

'Cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style

[backtodecembertv]

i should rename this blog “taylor swift lyrics about your toxic situationship”

[faramirsonofgondor]

you got that james dean daydream look in your eye

and i got that red lip classic thing that you like

you got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt

and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

and when we go crashing down

we come back every time

cause we never go out style, we never go out of style

[yetanothersparrowofthedawn]

Style

Extended Masterpost

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: ex!Jake x Reader

Genre: mix of sort of angst, sort of hurt, sort of fluff idk, ex!Jake

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come.

Previous track : Secrets from a Girl

Chapter soundtrack : Style – Taylor Swift You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt, And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt, And when we go crashing down, we come back every time, 'Cause we never go out of style.

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Laughter filled the air as friends and industry colleagues toasted to Danny's happiness and success. The drummer's 25th birthday party was an intimate affair, tucked away in a bar on the outskirts of LA. Greta Van Fleet just happened to be in California at the time which meant, to everyone’s delight, that YN could attend the celebration.

"Holy shit, I'm so fucking hammered," Josh declared as he plopped down onto the seat beside YN, the pulsating beat of the music reverberating through the air.

A soft chuckle escaped YN's lips. "Might be time to lay off the melon liquor, babe," she teased, casting a playful glance in Josh's direction.

Josh leaned in, feigning despair as he buried his head in her cleavage. "If drinking fruity little drinks is wrong, then I don't wanna be right.”

“Fine,” she laughed, shoving him off, “but don’t come ask me to pull your hair back later.”

"Well, you're one to talk," A voice interjected. They both looked up to see Jake approaching. “I’m pretty sure your breath could power up a tank right now, YN” he smirked.

"And yet here you are, Jacob" she retorted, shooting him a playful grin as she eyed the drink he’d gotten her, “my bartender in shining armor”.

"What can I say? Can't let a girl die of thirst," Jake shrugged casually. "Uh-uh,” he shook his head, holding the glass just out of her reach, “first… would you look at that!" he exclaimed, pulling a glass of water from behind his back.

"That better be tequila in there, Jacob," YN said, eyeing the clear liquid warily.

"Drink up, superstar," Jake insisted, his tone teasing yet firm.

As she reluctantly grabbed the water and downed it, Josh chimed in with a question. "So, why'd you say Harry couldn’t come, again?"

"Prettyboy is shooting a perfume ad somewhere in Tuscany," Jake replied before YN could, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Jealous, Kiszka?" YN teased, raising an eyebrow playfully, “But yes, that’s why I’m flying out tomorrow, we’ll do New Year’s there.”

“Aw, a New Year’s kiss with your new lover, how adorable,” Josh teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he and Jake visibly gagged.

"Bitterness is an ugly look, you know?" YN retorted with a roll of her eyes.

Suddenly, Sam's booming voice cut through the din of the party, calling out to YN from atop the bar. It was a familiar sight – it wasn't really a party until Sam was up on the bar, urging others to join him in his revelry. “Come on up!” he shouted, holding out his hand.

“Not in a million years, Sammy,” she yelled back over the music.

The youngest Kiszka’s eyes widened in mock disappointment, “You used to be fun, you know?”

YN scoffed. But before she could respond, Jake interjected with a smirk, “She’s a good girl now, haven’t you heard?”

YN turned to the guitarist, her expression a mix of amusement and surprise at his teasing. “Am I, really?” she countered playfully, her eyes dancing with mirth. “Alright, give me a boost,” she relented, allowing Jake to grab her waist and hoist her up onto the bar with unexpected strength.

“There we go,” Sam declared, immediately pulling her into a twirl as she laughed.

“YN, sweetheart, that is an awfully short skirt you’ve got there,” Josh chimed in mock-shock, clutching his pearls for added effect.

“Well, keep your head down, then, perverts,” YN shot back with a grin, as she looked down. She met Jake’s gaze, who raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” he interjected teasingly. She rolled her eyes at his comment, but a shy smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Amidst the vibrant energy of the party, Jake found himself caught in a moment of quiet observation. His gaze softened as it lingered on YN's figure, admiring the way she effortlessly commanded the attention of those around her.

Josh, ever perceptive, caught the momentary lapse in Jake's usually composed demeanor. He observed the subtle softening of his brother's features as his stared at the girl he used to have and hold.

Sensing Josh's scrutiny, Jake shifted uncomfortably, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he realized he had been caught. With a playful smirk, Josh raised a knowing eyebrow.

The guitarist's response was swift and dismissive, a pointed retort to deflect Josh's silent observation.

"Shut up."

--

"Oh, come on, stay a little longer,” Josh pleaded with a playful grin as YN slipped on her coat, “it's barely past midnight."

"I told you I have an early flight," YN replied with a regretful smile.

"Party-pooper," Sam nudged her.

As she reached for her phone, Jake approached her. "How are you getting home?" he inquired.

"I'll just get a cab," YN responded.

"No, let me give you a ride," Jake offered, his tone firm yet gentle, “I’m the designated driver, anyway.”

YN opened her mouth to protest, but Jake raised a hand to silence her, “I'm not letting you get in some random cab in this state," he asserted, his gaze unwavering.

She relented eventually, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she yielded to his insistence.

But as she moved to bid her farewells and make her exit, Danny's voice cut through the air, his arms wrapping around her in a brief embrace. “Are you sure you have to go?” he pouted in playful desperation, “Italy’s not going anywhere.”

"Sorry, babe” she mumbled, leaning in to press a kiss to the drummer's cheek, “Happy Birthday."

YN blew kisses to everyone else in the room and, with a final wave, she turned towards the door. Her steps faltered slightly as Jake's hand closed around her arm, halting her in her tracks.

"Stay here," he instructed, "I'll go get the car. You'll catch your death with that skirt."

YN waited inside, her mind swimming with a heady mixture of alcohol-induced thoughts. She couldn't help but think of the way Jake had looked in the dim light of the bar, his rugged features softened by the glow of the party lights.

Moments later, the sound of a car pulling up outside snapped her back to reality, and she made her way out to find Jake waiting by the driver's side, a chivalrous smile gracing his lips.

"Madam," he greeted her with mock formality, opening the car door and extending a hand to help her inside.

"Remind me to give you a tip," she chuckled as she settled into the car, the warmth of his hand lingering on hers.

Jake made sure YN was nice and buckled up, his hands lingering for a moment longer than necessary as he ensured her safety.

Thoughts of the past and the uncertain future crossed his mind. Long drives like these once had a tendency to either end in burning flames or paradise. There had seldom been an in-between for the two of them.

--

After a while of playful arguing over the GPS setting, the air conditioning, and the radio channel, they finally settled into a comfortable silence, the only sound the soft hum of the music filling the car.

Jake couldn't help but steal glances at her as they drove, his wild eyes flickering from the road to her. She caught his gaze.

 "Take a photo," she teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips, “it'll last longer.”

"Can't blame me," he quipped back with a smirk, "It's been a while since I've gotten you to myself."

"Well, to be fair," she retorted, her tone light yet tinged with a hint of underlying seriousness, "It's been a while since I've heard from you."

Jake sighed knowingly. They both knew they should do more to stay in touch, but life always seemed to get in the way. Despite the easy banter, there was a subtle tension lingering between them, unspoken words and unresolved emotions hanging heavy in the air.

"So, how's the next album coming along?" he broke the silence, in a not-so-subtle attempt to change the subject.

She didn’t reply, instead turning up the volume to avoid his question. Only, the subtle sadness lingering in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed. Not good, apparently.

"Come on,” he persisted, his tone lightening as he tried to cheer her up, “I'm sure you must have something cooking for your new muse."

She giggled at his playful mockery of her recent romantic endeavors. The sound was like music to his ears.

“Here, I’ll help you out,” he cleared his throat. "His eyes green as English grass, and boy, did you see that ass?" he mockingly sang over the music, his voice going in and out of tune.

She chuckled at his attempt at lightening the mood, turning the volume up even higher to drown out his voice.

"Boybands may be a bit crummy," he continued even louder, reveling in seeing her smile again, "but you know he's giving me the one D."

"You're an idiot," she laughed, shaking her head affectionately.

--

As the GPS finally announced their impending arrival, YN suddenly spoke. "Wait, turn there instead" she instructed.

Jake glanced at her, his brows furrowing in confusion as he followed her gaze to the upcoming turn. What was she up to now?

Before he could voice his question, she continued, her words taking on a playful tone, "You love that song."

She quickly reached out to turn up the radio and open the car roof, allowing the cool night air to rush in and tousle her hair. The wind whipped around her, sending tendrils of hair cascading over her shoulders as she swayed to the music beneath the open sky, her movements fluid and effortless.

Fuck. He did love that song.

As he watched her, a surge of something pulsed through him, igniting a fire that had long lain dormant within his soul.

In that moment, as the world faded away and all that remained was the two of them and the music, Jake knew one thing for certain:

They would never go out of style.

--

The car eventually came to a smooth stop and they both stepped out onto the quiet street. The night air was cool against their skin as he walked her to the door.

"I should get going," Jake murmured as he glanced back to the car.

YN's lips curved into a playful smirk, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes as she drunkenly leaned against the doorframe. She knew deep down she should tell him to leave, but in that moment, with the warmth of alcohol coursing through her veins, she couldn't bring herself to do so.

"Don't you want to take a peek?" she teased; her voice laced with playful invitation. Jake had yet to see her new place. “I did promise you a tip,” she added.

She knew she was playing a dangerous game.

The guitarist looked hesitant. He, too, knew too well where such things often led.

"Do you really need me to tuck you in?" he asked.

"Come on," she insisted with a smirk as she stood on her tiptoes, “I've got choccy milk in the fridge," she murmured in his ear.

Jake couldn't help but chuckle at her antics, the corners of his lips quirking upwards in a reluctant smile. He could never say no to her.

--

He stood by, patiently, as YN drunkenly fumbled with her set of keys. With a triumphant click, she finally managed to unlock the door.

Together, they walked into the cozy confines of her home. She made a beeline for the light switch, her movements slightly unsteady, while Jake shrugged off his jacket.

"So, this is your new place," Jake remarked as he took in the surroundings. It wasn't extravagant, but it was quintessentially LA, with sleek furnishings and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline.

YN hummed in agreement. “Make yourself at home,” she said, a contented smile gracing her lips as she disappeared into another room. Left to his own devices, Jake settled onto the plush leather sofa.

Moments later, YN returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Jake's eyes twinkled with amusement.

"No chocolate milk?" he gasped in mock offense, his tone laced with feigned disappointment. "Can't believe I've been tricked into coming in under false pretenses."

"I know, right?" YN replied with a chuckle as she poured the wine, “You’ve got to be more careful.”

Jake's expression softened, a hint of concern flickering in his gaze as he studied YN's flushed cheeks and slightly unfocused eyes. "Don't you think you've had enough for tonight?" he asked gently.

But YN simply brushed off his concern with a dismissive wave of her hand. With a playful giggle, she extended a glass of wine towards Jake.

"I'm good, thanks” he said. Their gazes met in a quiet exchange. A silent acknowledgment of the boundaries that needed to be maintained. Jake couldn’t indulge if he wanted to drive back. And he had to drive back eventually… right?

YN said nothing in response. She simply nodded and kept the glass to herself. But there was something in her gaze as she took a sip. A mix of appreciation, respect, and something else that Jake couldn’t quite make out.

Truth be told, it was disappointment that lingered in her eyes. Who she was disappointed in, though, was a different question altogether.

"Mind if I light up?" Jake broke the silence.

YN nodded in approval, and he pulled out some rolling paper and tobacco from his pocket.

 She watched from beneath hooded lashes as Jake skillfully rolled the cigarette, his fingers moving with practiced precision, her knees pressing together involuntarily when his tongue dragged against the rolling paper.

With a flick of his lighter, the tip of the cigarette glowed cherry red as Jake took a long drag, smoke curling lazily into the air. YN couldn't help but inhale deeply, the familiar scent stirring memories buried in her flesh.

He held out the cigarette to her, a silent invitation.

She shook her head, a wry smile playing on her lips. She’d been avoiding smoking to preserve her voice. Besides, Harry disliked the smell.

Right, Harry. Harry disliked the smell.

"I'm a good girl now, haven't you heard?" she said in playful defiance.

"Are you, really?" he countered, a low murmur that sent a shiver down YN's spine, before placing the cigarette back between his lips.

She chuckled softly and stepped forward. With a gentle touch, she plucked the cigarette from his lips, her fingertips brushing against his skin ever so softly.

He watched, mesmerized, as she brought the cigarette to her lips, her red lipstick leaving a smudge of crimson upon the filter. Jake clenched his jaw, something primal stirring deep within him.

The smoke filled her lungs, swirling around her like a lover's embrace. Heady and intoxicating.

She settled on the sofa beside him, their thighs brushing in a tantalizing caress. With a soft sigh, she leaned back against the cushions, her breathing slowing as she fought the creeping pull of sleep.

“Alright,” YN began, blowing out some smoke, “you know all about me and Harry.” his heart skipped a beat as reality hit him like a cold shower. Jesus fucking Christ. He’d almost believed it.

 “So, tell me about you” she continued, a playful glint dancing in her eyes, “I heard you’ve been out and about with some girl.”

He didn't reply immediately, instead reclaiming the cigarette from her fingers and taking a slow drag.

"It's not true?" she pressed, curiosity evident in the tilt of her head.

"No, it's true," he admitted with a nonchalant shrug, flicking ash into the nearby ashtray. His mind briefly wandered to the random girls he'd been seeing, or rather just fucking – a decent distraction when the quiet of the night got too loud.

"A couple of them," he added, his gaze focused intently on the glowing ember of the cigarette between his fingers.

She giggled softly. "Not keen on being tied down, Kiszka?"

He sighed. “Not in a while, no.”

Her smile faded slightly as she met his gaze. She’d been the only exception.

They settled into a comfortable silence, the weight of their shared history lingering in the air. YN leaned on her side, her blinking slow and heavy.

"I think about it sometimes, you know?" Jake broke the silence, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "You and I, I mean."

YN's nod was barely discernible. "I get that," she murmured, her voice soft and drowsy, "I've been there too, a few times."

Jake couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in the pit of his stomach at her words. He wasn't accustomed to speaking about such matters sober.

After a moment of reflective silence, Jake leaned forward to extinguish the cigarette, the ember fizzling out with a faint hiss. As he did, he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "I wonder where we’d be now, had things been different." His words hung in the air, laden with unspoken longing and regret.

"You know what I mean?" Jake's voice trailed off into a whisper as he finally turned back to YN, only to find she had drifted off to sleep against the cushion, the soft rhythm of her breathing now filling the room.

A faint smile played on Jake's lips as he watched her peaceful features. He was almost grateful for the wine induced coma. It had perhaps been a sign from the universe, stopping him from going any further. Saying something they’d both regret.

With a tender brush of his fingertips against her cheek, Jake whispered softly into the stillness of the night, "Sweet dreams, superstar."

--

As the early morning light filtered through the windows, YN stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to the unwelcome sound of an alarm she hadn't set.

Confusion washed over her as she realized she was lying on top of her bed, a warm blanket draped over her form.

She sat up with a groan, her head throbbing from the remnants of the previous night's indulgence. Rubbing the remnants of sleep she found that her makeup had been removed, leaving her face bare, yet she was still fully clothed in the outfit she had worn the night before.

YN sighed, slowly recalling the previous night’s events.

Jake.

She wondered when he’d left. She didn’t even remember falling asleep.

As she stepped out of the shower and began to get ready for the airport, her phone buzzed. It was from Danny, thanking her for the previous night and attaching a treasure trove of photos capturing the festivities.

Still wrapped in her towel, YN scrolled through the myriad of pictures she’s been sent. Sam and Josh's antics filled the screen – dancing, laughing, and inevitably ending up face down on the floor. Danny's face, alight with joy as he blew out the candles on his birthday cake, was a heartwarming sight, even with his hair and face smudged with vanilla icing.

Her scrolling halted abruptly when she came upon a photo of her and Jake.

In the dim glow of the party lights, they sat side by side, lost in conversation. Her head was thrown back in laughter, eyes shining with unbridled joy. Jake, his expression softened by a rare smile, looked at her with a tenderness that sent a shiver down her spine.

YN stared at the photo, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips.

Yeah.

Looks were overrated.

But God knows these two would never go out of style.

Next Track : The Way I loved You

Extended Masterpost

OK TIME TO BE HONEST THIS IS VERY MUCH A FILLER CHAPTER, BUT I REALLY WANTED YN TO RELEASE A SONG CALLED “STYLE” BECAUSE I MEAN COME ON THE ABSOLUTE AUDACITY OF THAT GIRL

Anyway, hope you liked it! Once again, I am begging you all to interact and leave comments it makes me so happy to get feedback and reactions xxx

Also, this is only the beginning lol. I have a billion drafts for other chapters so stay tuned, peaceful army.

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[bosesmikas]

You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Jeia - Style (Taylor Swift)

-> tagging @yenalii b/c duh