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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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afternoon delight

pairing: rhett abbott x girlfriend!reader

author’s note: this idea has been rolling around in my head for a while, and all the recent lew content has given me the push i needed to finally write it. i’ve been in a bit of a rut with my writing lately, so i’m just glad to be able to get this out of my system!

warnings: 18+ for explicit sexual content (semi-public sex and nearly getting caught), language, a healthy dose of fluff

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store.

Well, maybe that wasn’t exactly true.

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store alone.

At least when Moira or Kayla shared a shift with you, there was time for some idle chitchat and laughter. But it was a few weeks yet before the spring semester was over and the girls would return home from college for the summer, so today you were on your own.

And you were bored.

It wasn’t that nobody in Wabang visited the store in the early afternoon hours, but there was definitely a lull in the already slow activity once lunchtime rolled around. Most people in town headed home around noon for a quick snatch of respite and sustenance. That, or they headed to The Handsome Gambler for a liquid lunch. Either way, their minds certainly weren’t on buying a new shovel or a few cans of paint.

So the store remained virtually empty as the bright afternoon sun reached its zenith in the wide open sky, and you were left dusting the already clean shelves for what felt like the hundredth time since you’d arrived. Your parents would have been there working with you, but they’d taken a drive to visit one of their suppliers.

“You’ll be alright on your own for a few hours, won’t you, sweetheart?” your mama had asked before she and your dad left.

It was a rhetorical question and you both knew it. Besides the fact that your parents were already well aware there’d be hardly any customers in their absence, you’d also grown up in the store and knew how it operated like the back of your hand.

“I’ll be fine, Mama,” you assured her, waving as they headed out the door. “See ya’ll later.”

And you were fine. You were just so bored you thought you might lose your mind.

Tapping your fingers absentmindedly on the countertop near the register, you glanced down at where your phone sat, silent and still. You’d toyed with the idea of calling Rhett and asking him to come keep you company, but you knew that wasn’t fair. He had a lot to do on the ranch, especially at this time of year, and he couldn’t afford to play hooky just to keep you entertained at work. Besides, he’d already promised to take you out to dinner tonight. As much as you missed him, you knew you’d just have to be patient.

Huffing out a decidedly impatient breath, you stepped over to the ancient radio your father had refused to part with and fiddled with the knobs until you landed on a radio station you were satisfied with. At least now the silence in the store wouldn’t feel so deafening. You couldn’t help but grin as a new song began, the mildly familiar tune swirling in the warm air, among the dustmotes and beams of light spilling in from the large glass windows at the front of the store. You didn’t even know the name of it, but you knew it had been playing on the radio the other night when Rhett took you out to go stargazing, the two of you lying in the bed of his truck and lazily pointing out various constellations in between whispered words and slow kisses.

Your mood brightening considerably at the memory, you began humming softly under your breath as you decided to take the time you had to yourself to restock some of the shelves in the back of the store. Stepping into the back room, you grabbed a new box full of deodorant and shampoo and dragged it towards one of the shelves along the back wall. You were so focused on lining the shelves in the orderly manner your mother had taught you that you were caught off guard by the sound of the front door opening, the small bell tinkling to announce the arrival of a customer.

“I’ll be right with you!” you called out, your back to the entrance of the store as you reached for the last couple bottles of strawberry-scented shampoo. You smiled to yourself when you remembered the time Cecilia had come in and bought a whole case of it at a discounted price. Rhett had smelled like strawberries for over a month. Not that you minded one bit.

So caught up in the vividness of that memory were you that you didn’t register the heavy footfalls making their way down the aisle until a familiar pair of muscular arms were snaking their way around your waist and the stubbled face you loved more than anything was pressing against yours.

“Mmm, and what if I’m in a hurry and too impatient to wait for you up there, huh?” Rhett’s husky voice whispered low in your ear, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine as his lips ghosted over your cheek.

“Rhett!” you gasped in surprised pleasure, dropping the shampoo bottle you’d been holding without a backward glance as you turned around and faced your boyfriend head on. He looked exceptionally rugged and handsome in his Stetson and Wranglers, the sleeves of the plaid shirt he was wearing rolled up to the elbows, revealing his sunkissed forearms, the ones that made you feel so safe whenever they were wrapped around you.

“Heya, honeybee,” he grinned in that way that had you mentally pinching yourself to remind you that he was real and not just a figment of your wildest dreams. Pushing his hat back with one calloused finger, he lowered his head to plant a slow, lingering kiss on your lips.

“What are you doing here?” you breathed out once he finally pulled back, your eyes half-lidded and your brain feeling a little fuzzy.

“Now what kind of greeting is that when I drove all the way out here to see you?” Rhett teased, reaching out and resting his hand on the shelf behind your head so that he was leaning over you slightly.

You smirked in return, not minding at all the close proximity of his hard, muscled body. “Do Royal and Perry know you’re sneaking off like this?” you asked with a chuckle, one of your fingers trailing lazily along the buttons on his shirt.

“My mom had to take Amy to a doctor’s appointment, so I told them I’d drive into town and pick up some lunch,” he explained, running a hand down your bare arm. You’d worn one of your favorite sundresses today—one that just so happened to be Rhett’s favorite, too—which left your arms and a good portion of your chest exposed to your boyfriend’s hungry gaze. Food clearly wasn’t the only thing on his mind. “I think they figure I’ll be a little while,” he added with a suggestive wink, which made your cheeks grow warm instinctively.

“Hmm, and I was just thinking to myself how lonely things were getting around here. You’ve got some timing, Abbott,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to you, kissing him deeply.

Rhett responded in kind, a low groan escaping his mouth as his arms wrapped around you and he pressed you tightly to his chest. As the kiss grew more intense, his tongue snaking out to brush against your bottom lip and beg entrance into your mouth, the two of you stumbled backwards, your back slamming up against the shelves you’d just been painstakingly restocking and upending an entire row of men’s deodorant, sending them crashing to the floor.

With low moans of both yearning and frustration, the two of you broke apart and glanced down at the mess you’d made.

“I’ll clean it up later,” you panted with an indifferent shrug of your shoulders, your lips seeking his once more.

“Damnit, honeybee,” Rhett moaned as you bit down gently on his bottom lip, his hands reaching up to play with the straps of your sundress. “You just had to wear this of all things?” he murmured, his voice thick and husky with want.

“Thought you’d like it for dinner tonight,” you whispered, smiling against his mouth.

He threw his head back slightly, which granted you access to his exposed throat. “Like it right now,” he ground out, his fingers running through your hair as you nipped and sucked on his neck. “Fuck, baby, I need you. Right now,” he practically growled, holding you closer so that you could feel just how intense his need was.

“Not here,” you told him, glancing over his shoulder. “Someone might walk in.” You could feel his heart thrumming in his chest, could hear the unsteady rhythm of his breathing. Your own heart was beating wildly, your body aching with just as much need as his. “Come help me with something in the back,” you told him with a mischievous grin, taking his hand and leading him into the back supply room, making sure to close the door firmly behind you.

It wasn’t a huge room, but it felt even smaller with Rhett standing in it, his large, powerfully built frame the only thing your eyes could focus on.

His gaze was fixed on you as well, his blue eyes blazing as he looked at you. He only broke eye contact for a moment to glance around the room, a smile curving his lips as his eyes darted back to your face.

“Never imagined we’d be fooling around in here, honeybee,” he murmured, his pulse racing at the very notion of taking you in the back of your parents’ store, a store which anyone from town could walk into at any moment.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, chewing on your bottom lip and twisting your hand in the folds of your dress.

“Oh, make no mistake, baby,” Rhett rasped, stepping closer to you. “I want to.” His eyes were serious as he suddenly wrapped his hands around your hips and lifted you up onto the wooden worktable that sat behind you, spreading your legs so that he could step between them. “I want to,” he said again, burying his fingers in your hair as he kissed you like a starving man.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” you breathed out, rubbing your body against his and kicking your sandals off so that they fell to the floor. “Someone could—I mean anyone might—”

“Honeybee, trust me,” he cut you off, resting his forehead against yours. “The way you got me goin’, I don’t need much time.”

You mewled softly in response, turned on by his words as he lowered his head to kiss you once more. You were desperate to run your fingers through his hair, but his hat was in the way. Moaning softly against his lips, you reached up and tugged it off his head. For a moment, you considered dropping it next to you on the table, but then a better idea struck you. Smirking slightly, you dropped his hat right on top of your head, feeling the way his body went taut beneath your palms.

“Honeybee,” he grunted, his work-roughened fingers digging into your waist through the fabric of your dress. “You’re really determined to make me lose my damn mind, aren’t you?”

“Come on, cowboy,” you whispered teasingly, your tongue flicking out against his lower lip. “Clock’s ticking.”

Your words seemed to flip some kind of switch in his mind because suddenly he was pulling you to the edge of the table, his hands less than gentle as he shoved your dress up, bunching it around your waist. Slipping his hand between your legs, he pushed your panties to the side and swiped two fingers up your slit without preamble.

“Fuck,” he panted under his breath, his head falling forward to lean against your shoulder. “Already soaking wet for me, honeybee,” he moaned, pressing a kiss to your bare skin just to the right of your dress strap.

You just gasped out his name in response, your arms tightening around him, which spurred him to slip both those fingers inside you, curling them against your spongy walls in a way that had you struggling to catch your next breath.

“Rhett,” you whimpered, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a relentless pace. He smelled like sweat and sun and the Wyoming earth. He smelled like Rhett. And there was nothing that aroused you more.

“Sh, sh, I got you, baby. I’m gonna take care of my girl,” he murmured softly, peppering your temple and the side of your face with kisses.

“Need you,” you gasped, fisting your hand in the front of his plaid work shirt. “Need you inside me. Now,” you begged, your pulse racing in your veins as the temperature in the back room steadily climbed.

Rhett didn’t put up any argument, his fingers sliding out of you as he reached for the waistband of your panties and tugged them down your legs, leaving the soft scrap of fabric dangling around your ankles, all while you reached for the belt at his waist, unbuckling it with lithe fingers before making quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Damn, honeybee, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move so quickly. Like lightning,” Rhett chuckled hoarsely, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” you laughed breathlessly, helping him tug down his jeans and his boxers just enough so that he could free himself from their constraints. He was thick and hard and ready, but he pumped himself a few times for good measure before lining himself up against your entrance.

“You alright, baby?” he asked, stroking your cheek with his free hand. He knew you were usually used to more foreplay than this, and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, cupping his face in your hands to reassure him. “Please, baby,” you mouthed against his lips.

Within seconds, he was buried deep inside you, your fingers tangled in his hair and your legs locked around his waist as he began rocking his hips back and forth in an increasingly frenzied rhythm.

It was messy and sloppy and chaotic, and you loved every minute of it. You cherished the moments of slow lovemaking that you and Rhett shared, when he worshiped every inch of your body and took his time giving you more pleasure than you ever could have thought possible. But you also loved these wild and crazy moments, when the two of you were so overcome by your animalistic need for each other that your bodies came crashing together in a way that was so uncontrolled and frantic and perfect because it was yours.

“Rhett,” you moaned, your voice high-pitched with pleasure. “Rhett, Rhett, Rhett,” you cried, tugging on his hair and panting against his ear, your words tumbling out in concert with the sound and rhythm of his thrusts.

“Right here, honeybee,” he gasped out, lacing his fingers through yours as he reached for one of your hands. “I’m right—oh, yeah. Oh, shit, baby. Shit, shit, shit,” he grunted as his movements became more frenetic and out of sync.

You knew he was close. So were you.

“Rhett! Baby, I’m—”

“Sweetheart?”

Everything came to a crashing halt as the sound of your mother’s voice suddenly pierced your consciousness. Your back stiffened immediately and your eyes went wide with horror.

“Rhett!” you whispered frantically, your boyfriend still rutting inside you.

You could tell from the way his head had shot up in alarm that he could hear your mother, too, but he was too far gone now. You both were, and neither of you knew how to stop.

You heard your mother call out your name, louder this time. “Are you here, honey?”

Terrified of what your voice would sound like when you called out to her, you first made sure to clamp a hand over Rhett’s mouth, trying to keep him as silent as possible.

“Y-yes, Mama!” you called out, breathing through your nose to keep from screaming out in pleasure as Rhett continued to pound away, hitting your most sensitive spot. “I’m in the back!”

Rhett’s forehead screwed up in concentration and you felt him take your fingers into his mouth, which sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head in ecstasy.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?” your mother asked. It still sounded like she was near the front of the store.

“No!” you practically shouted, eyes widening once more. “I mean, um, I’m okay! I’ll be out in a m-minute,” you announced, your legs starting to tremble violently.

Burying your face in Rhett’s shoulder, your hand still clamped firmly over his mouth, you rocked your hips against his at an almost violent pace, desperate to drive the both of you over the edge.

You could feel him tense up, caught his gaze as he looked at you, his blue eyes almost hazy from the high of his pleasure. Wordlessly, the two of you stared at one another as, seconds apart, you came undone, your mouth open in a silent scream as your climax tore through you. You could feel the warmth flooding you as Rhett reached his finish as well, his chest heaving as you continued to hold your hand against his lips.

Your mother called your name again as Rhett’s lips met yours in a searing kiss, one that robbed you of any breath you might have had left.

“Just a minute, Mama!” you called, hoping you didn’t sound as lightheaded as you felt.

“God, I love you,” Rhett whispered, holding you close to his chest as he stroked your back slowly.

“I love you, too,” you whispered in return, leaning against him for support.

Knowing you were short on time, he pulled back reluctantly to reach for your panties, sliding them back up your legs and securing them in place. He pressed the fabric against your entrance, knowing it was liable to get messy when you stood up. He dropped a kiss on your forehead before stepping back to adjust his pants, buckling his belt as quietly as possible.

“Grab that box off the shelf,” you instructed him, sliding off the table and adjusting your dress. “There’s no way Mama isn’t going to see you, so we’ll just tell her you were helping me get some things from back here.”

Rhett shot you a mildly skeptical look, but did as you told him, pulling a large box off a high shelf.

Just as you were about to open the door, however, he suddenly hissed. “Honeybee! My hat!”

Gasping, you quickly pulled off his Stetson and dropped it back on his head, grateful that he was paying more attention than you were.

When you and Rhett finally stepped back into the store, your mama looked over and raised a surprised brow.

“Hi, Mama,” you chirped with an overly bright smile. “Rhett just stopped by on his lunch break and offered to help me get some boxes from the back,” you offered before she could even ask.

“Ma’am,” Rhett nodded respectfully, his cheeks turning bright red.

Your mama glanced from you to your boyfriend, then to the back of the store, and back again. You felt your heart plummet inside your chest. Your mother wasn’t a stupid woman. And you weren’t a very good liar.

“Thank you, Rhett,” was all she said, glancing down at the cash register. “Always such a good boy.”

“Of course, ma’am. Um, thank you,” Rhett stammered sheepishly, unable to meet your mother’s eye.

“Um, well, shouldn’t you get going, baby? I’m sure your daddy and brother are getting hungry, waiting on you to bring home lunch,” you said, shooting him a pointed look.

“Oh, yeah,” Rhett nodded, blue eyes widening slightly. “You’re right about that. I best be off. I’ll see you tonight, honeybee,” he told you, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. Turning towards your mother, he tipped his hat in deference before hurrying out the front door.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, your mother turned to look at you, eyebrows arched.

You swallowed nervously, wanting nothing more than for the earth to devour you whole.

“Just be glad, little missy, that it was me and not your daddy who came back early,” your mama said, shooting you a knowing look before pulling out the ledger from underneath the counter. “Now can you go pick up that deodorant that’s all over the floor?”

“Yes, Mama,” you nodded, your mortification complete as you slowly walked towards the back of the store.

As you walked, you felt your phone buzzing in your dress pocket. Pulling it out, you saw it was a text from Rhett.

Sorry, honeybee 😬😘

Smiling despite yourself, you tapped out a quick message in response.

You’ll just have to make it up to me tonight 😉

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett x reader #x reader #x female reader #outer range #lewis pullman

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ohdorothea · 25 days

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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

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

Stay Beautiful lyrics

Cory's eyes are like a jungle

He smiles, it's like the radio

He whispers songs into my window

In words that nobody knows

There's pretty girls on every corner

That watch him as he's walking home

Saying, "Does he know?"

Will you ever know?

You're beautiful

Every little piece love

And don't you know

You're really gonna be someone

Ask anyone

And when you find everything you looked for

I hope your life leads you back to my door

Oh, but if it don't

Stay beautiful

Cory finds another way to be

The highlight of my day

I'm taking pictures in my mind

So I can save them for a rainy day

It's hard to make a conversation

When he's taking my breath away

I should say, hey, by the way

You're beautiful

Every little piece love

And don't you know

You're really gonna be someone

Ask anyone

And when you find everything you looked for

I hope your life leads you back to my door

Oh, but if it don't

Stay beautiful

If you and I are a story

That never gets told

If what you are is a daydream

I'll never get to hold

At least you'll know

You're beautiful

Every little piece love

And don't you know

You're really gonna be someone

Ask anyone

And when you find everything you looked for

I hope your life leads you back to my front door

Oh, but if it don't

Will you stay

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful?

La la la

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, but if it don't

Stay beautiful

Na, na, na, na, na

🫶🫶🫶

Tied Together With A Smile lyrics

Seems the only one who doesn't see your beauty

Is the face in the mirror looking back at you

You walk around here thinking you're not pretty

But that's not true 'cause I know you

Hold on, baby, you're losing it

The water's high, you're jumping into it

And letting go

And no one knows

That you cry, but you don't tell anyone

That you might not be the golden one

And you're tied together with a smile

But you're coming undone

I guess it's true that love was all you wanted

'Cause you're giving it away like it's extra change

Hoping it will end up in his pocket

But he leaves you out like a penny in the rain

Oh, 'cause it's not his price to pay

It's not his price to pay

Hold on, baby, you're losing it

The water's high, you're jumping into it

And letting go

And no one knows

That you cry, but you don't tell anyone

That you might not be the golden one

And you're tied together with a smile

But you're coming undone

Hold on, baby, you're losing it

The water's high, you're jumping into it

And letting go

And no one knows

That you cry, but you don't tell anyone

That you might not be the golden one

And you're tied together with a smile

But you're coming undone

You're tied together with a smile

But you're coming undone

Goodbye, baby

With a smile, baby, baby

#tsqst

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64yrsold · 2 years

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you know where the city is

a bit different today! we're doing write anything that you want to week with @imightgetbetter <3 today's theme is early matty, so i decided to write about hearing "the city" on the radio for the first time :-) hope you all enjoy! - love, 64

I watched his hands jump over each other on the steering wheel, driving us around another winding curve. It was almost a spectacle, watching the light expose his bare arms, travel up his black t-shirt and crawl up his neck, then disappear before it could illuminate his mouth. Then he’d be covered in darkness again, until we reached the next street lamp.

“You can drop me home, if you’d like,” I offered, turning down the radio so he could hear me.

“Come on, stop it,” he frowned, glancing over to me, “We can stay out as long as you want.”

“I think my parents-“

“They’re fine,” he interrupted, reaching a hand to squeeze my knee, “They like me, don’t they?”

“Maybe not after tonight,” I quipped, rolling the window down. The air here always felt like a childhood memory, like after-school walks and first kisses. I liked the way it blew against his curls, frizzing the ends. He pushed a few strands behind his ear.

“I’ll get you home soon,” he sighed, hand firmly planted against my thigh, “Just wanted to show you one thing.”

"Oh, are you surprising me?" my voice wavered with excitement. He nodded, bottom lip wet as he smiled.

"I was out driving with the guys-"

"I don't want to know," I said quickly, earning a boyish giggle.

"No, it was very innocent, babe. I'm behaving, I promise," he stated, but his grin said otherwise. He looked at me from the corner of his eye, finding me unconvinced, "Whatever, I'll just show you."

"You boys need to focus on the band," I scolded, fingers tracing his cuticles.

He scoffed, "You know how committed I am."

"Mhm," I hummed, "You're very good, you know."

"I know," he half-joked. His palm opened around the steering wheel as he turned a corner. Trees were thick on either side of the road, the pavement transitioning to gravel.

"Where the fuck are we going," I whined, "Is this where you finally murder me in the woods?"

"Yeah, I've got the axe in the back," he nodded, slapping my thigh playfully. The radio was cutting out, fizzling with static as we drove further into the wooded area. I changed the station, trying to find one that was intelligible. We approached a clearing, and I switched the station once more, hand frozen when I heard a familiar punctuated bass drum. He slammed on the brakes. I lurched forward, hand against the dash.

"Is this..." I paused, staring at him with parted lips. He threw the car in park, tangling his hands in his hair.

"Holy shit," he whispered, stars in his eyes, "Holy shit!"

"What the fuck!" I yelled, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"What the fuck!" he returned, jaw hanging open. I could see the tears rimming his waterline, and he quickly covered his face with his hands. "I sent this song to every fucking station I know, but nobody got back to me, I-" He interrupted himself with a guttural scream. I screamed back at him, the car reverberating with his voice on the radio.

He dropped his hands to my neck, searching my face wildly. My face was aching from my splitting grin, my pulse crawling up my ears.

"This is it," I mumbled, tears stinging behind my eyes, "This is really it."

"I can't fucking believe it," he cried, grabbing my jaw and pulling my mouth to his. He laughed against my lips, emotions swirling between us. He kissed every unspoken word into my mouth, and I could taste the excitement like pennies on my tongue. He pulled back to scream the chorus, and I joined him, chanting the words wholeheartedly. I dropped my head on his shoulder, finding a sky of milky stars mirroring the faint lights of the city below.

"Don't forget me when you're all rich and famous," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his.

"Couldn't if I tried, love," he smiled, "How could I ever forget this?"

#write anything that you want to week #early matty #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy oneshot #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #64matty

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now-that-i-saw-you · 7 months

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Thinking about how music is such a big theme on Debut.

She opened her debut album and her entire career by name-dropping one of the biggest singers in the Country music scene. It's such a clever move because a song called Tim Mcgraw is sure to draw the attention of the crowd she's aiming for. The song presents the idea of "music as a lifeline" that's all over her discography . It's a bittersweet letter to a lover, asking to be remembered, something that is so common in Taylor's music (Wildest Dreams comes to mind). But she's not only asking her lover to think of her when he thinks of Tim Mcgraw, she's also asking the listener to do it. What a bold move it is to say to people when you think about the famous country singer, think about the young girl who dreams to be just as big (and will be bigger).

Teardrops On My Guitar is an even better example of "music as a lifeline" because it's about how writing music helps her cope with heartbreak. She compares the person she loves to a "song in the car I keep singing don't know why I do". Music is so important in her life that the highest compliment she can give someone is by comparing them to a song. Or by comparing his voice (or smile?) to the radio.

A Place in This World doesn't directly mention music but the song's about looking for her place in the industry.It's the pipline from the optimism and uncertainty of this song to the confidence in Fifteen to the contemplation and "what ifs" of 'tis the damn season and Midnight Rain and the parallels between A Place In This World and You're On Your Own, Kid. For Taylor, making music is the only natural order of things.

Mary's Song walked so folklore could run. The song blurs the line between what's real and what's fantasy. How much of the song is what Mary said and how much is just Taylor daydreaming about real love? The fact it's called Mary's Song and not Mary's Tale or something like that. Songs are a tool to tell a story, songs are also used to make wishes and manifesting a "true love"

Songs are like love letters, they're a form of courtship. The song that truly captures the spirit of the album is Our Song because it focuses on her creating the song. She hears music everywhere! He whispers songs into the windows in words that nobody knows, she hears music in the way he laughs and when reminiscing on their first date and the slamming doors and late-night conversations on the phone. When a partner ruins their relationship the first thing she lists the absence of is songs (Should've Said No).

Now I really hope Debut (Taylor's Version) will include Writing Songs About You.

But speaking of The Tortured Poets Department, I think it will bring this theme back and expand on it. Music is her truth! It's her evidance, her lifeline.

#ttpd prep #debut (taylor's version)#taylor swift (taylor's version)

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not---meat · 5 months

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Paradise: Chapter 12: Falling To Pieces

Pairing: Javier Peña x McKenzie Martel

Rating: A - Adult

Warnings: Angst, domestic violence, domestic abuse

Summary: Javier takes Kenzi home.

Note: I apologize in advance for any historical inaccuracies. We are in the mid to late 90's now woooo. Officially after the events of season 3 of Narcos!

MASTERLIST --- PARADISE MASTERLIST

Steam rose from the coffee cup between her hands. A mind so troubled, it drifted away from her, wandering off into the depths of her being as shye waited for him to speak. To say something. Anything. McKenzie knew the peril that he was facing. She had seen it on his face the moment he saw her. The way that he reacted when she winced away from his touch.

They sat in silence for a while, his eyes scanning over her, taking in the bruises, taking in the split in her lip and her tear stained cheek.

"I don't understand, Kenz." He whispered, "How did you let it go this far?"

The emotion in his voice told the story of the heartbreak he felt. Seeing her this way was hurting him and she knew it. She knew that, if she were a better person, she shouldn't have called. At the end of the day, though, he was still her person. Her Cradle to Grave. There was nobody else that she could call.

"Kenz…" He spoke again, reaching out to her, touching her hand and trying to grab her attention. "Kenz, it's okay. I've got you."

Slowly, ever slowly, her eyes flickered to him, flickered about his face. Somehow Javier still looked the same. Somehow he had left and come back the same as she remembered. Yet there was something different in the way that he spoke to her. Something deeper, more compassionate. More caring. As if his words had more meaning to them.

Tears rolled from her eyes and she looked out the window of the diner once again. There was nothing that she could say, no explanation to be made.

"I love her." McKenzie spoke, her voice soft, broken and cracking, "I love her and… I - I thought she loved me."

Deep brown eyes filled with emotion stared over at her, meeting hers when they flickered back into his direction. Javier didn't say another word. A sigh passed his lips as he pulled out his wallet and left money on the table. He stood from his spot and walked over to her, offering her his hand.

"Come on, hermosa, let's take you home." Javier spoke, taking her hand into his. She stood, looking up at him with wide eyes. "To the ranch. Not to her. I won't let her hurt you again, Kenz. Never again. I made a promise to be there and I'm going to be there."

Kenzi opened her mouth to argue but Javier stopped her, shaking his head. He led her back to the truck, helping her into the passenger seat.

There was silence when they sat in the truck together. The both of them recalling the emotions, the memory of the last time she was sat beside him. The rain feeling too familiar to the both of them as it pinged off the cab of the truck.

Like a brutal reminder of the past. A horrific scene that brought them back to when she walked away from him.

Please don't leave me like this.

You don't have to love me back.

White knuckles folded around the steering wheel, hardly moving as he drove down the road. The radio played a song that Kenzi didn't recognize. Something about being broken. Kind of perfect. Not a word was spoken, letting the soft guitar ring out between them. Javier seemed to know the song, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing slightly as he tapped along to the beat of the gentle tune.

Kenzi just stayed quiet, occasionally glancing his way as he drove down the pavement road leading to the ranch. It was Javier who spoke first, ending the silence between them with a barely audible, low whisper that was almost drowned out by the sound of the rain pinging against the cab of the truck.

"I'm sorry."

He didn't look at her, his gaze still fixed ahead of him as he leaned back in his seat.

"This is my fault. I shouldn't… Fuck. I shouldn't have left. I should have fought for you." Javier breathed, finally looking over at her, sadness reflecting in his big, brown eyes. "I'm sorry, Kenz. I'm so fucking sorry."

Words escaped her. Instead of saying a word, Kenzi just closed her eyes. She leaned against the seat and breathed out. The throbbing in her eye had gotten worse.

She just wanted to sleep. She just wanted to forget. The events of the night having taken their toll, McKenzie just wanted to curl up and let her dreams take over.

Noticing her silence, Javier let out a sigh. He unlocked the truck doors and slid out, shutting the door behind him. As Kenzi pulled off her seatbelt and moved to open the door, Javier was already there, opening the door for her, offering her his hand to help her out of the truck. Doing the things he had always done before but now they seemed like they meant more. Like he meant more.

It almost felt as though his touch had gotten more tender, as if the reasoning behind his actions meant more than they did before. Or maybe McKenzie was reading too deeply into it. At the end of the day his actions hadn't changed. Javier had always opened the door for her. He had always taken her hand and helped her out of the truck. This wasn't a new thing and yet, for reasons unknown to Kenzi, it felt like it meant more now. More loving. More tender. It wasn't just a friendly touch anymore. It was something more.

Unspoken words that, had they been revealed long ago, could have changed the trajectory that their lives had taken and yet now they just hurt. Broken hearts. Broken friendships. Yet Javier was still there, still keeping up his promise. Kenzi still called him even though she knew she had no rights to do so. Javier still showed even though he knew he had no rights to still love her.

But he did. He still loved her and she still loved him.

Not that it mattered anymore. Not that any of it mattered anymore. Too much had happened now and Kenzi wasn't in the right state of mind to let anything else happen. She hadn't spoken. She didn't know what to say.

Wordlessly, Javier led Kenzi into the house. He led her through the front door and helped pull her jacket off of her. He hung it up to dry and held her hand as she stepped out of her shoes. Kenzi watched him, noticing the small things he did. Noticing the way he made sure that her shoes were set to the side to dry, that the shoelaces were undone so they didn't crust up and dry in the tied position that they were in. She noticed how gentle his touch was when he led her throughout the house, walking past Chucho without a sound, knowing that a conversation with him could happen later.

Javier led her to his bedroom and let her sit on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of her and helped her out of her soaked jeans, tossing them into the hamper. Not a word was spoken between them. Not a sound made. He did everything she needed him to do, even helping her get into some of his pajamas.

All Kenzi could do was watch, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. How was it that she deserved him? After all that he had done, after all that she had done, after all of the bitter words and hatred passed between the two of them. How was it that he still cared for her?

Almost as if he had read her mind, Javier took her hand in his. He reached forward and ever gently wiped her tears with her thumb, smearing the wetness across her cheek and being careful not to allow the salty tear to touch the cut over the bone.

"I care about you, McKenzie. Nothing has changed. You're still the person I care about the most." Javier whispered to her, squeezing her hand gently. "You need to sleep, Kenz. Get comfortable, okay?"

He stood from the bed, glancing back at her before leaving the room. All Kenzi did was stare, her eyes flickering around his bedroom. Frames pictures of his life scattered about the walls and the surfaces, almost all of them including her. Smiling faces and shimmering eyes. Life was simpler then. Easier. Out of them all, though, one stood out the most.

Without even thinking about it, Kenzi stood and walked to his dresser, picking up the picture that she didn't even know existed. It was of them, of course, sitting in Chuchos livingroom.

A box of pizza in front of them, his arm around her, her head on his shoulder, with Javier looking up as Kenzi sat with her eyes closed.

"That was the night after grad." Javiers voice rang through the doorway, a glass of water in his hand. "We had just gotten back from the grad party. Your date had ditched you so I spent the night with you listening to music. You were drunk and falling asleep. I had to carry you to bed."

Kenzi nodded slowly, setting the picture frame back down where she found it. "I barely remember that night."

"I know."

"I didn't know this picture was taken."

Javier chuckled, the hint of a smile on his lips, "I know that, too. You were falling asleep. Chucho took it. We got some old films processed and… well there it is." Javier handed her the glass of water and an ibuprofen, "For your head. I don't doubt its going to hurt and swell tomorrow. I can take you to the clinic tomorrow."

Kenzi took the pill and popped it in her mouth, she used the water to wash it down and handed him the empty glass. "Thanks. I should… probably go home tomorrow, though. I don't want to make things worse than they already are."

Javier frowned slightly, clearing his throat. "Why don't you sleep on it, Kenz. We can talk about it tomorrow. Do you… need anything else?"

"No. No I should be alright, thank you." McKenzie offered him a small smile before making her way back over to the bed. She sat down on the edge of it, wrapping her arms around herself as she stared up at Javier. "Are you sure you're okay with me sleeping in here? I… I don't mind sleeping on the couch."

Javi pursed his lips slightly, shaking his head. He walked over to her and lifted her chin with his finger. "You get sleep. You need sleep. You've never slept on the couch here and tonight is not the day that you will start. You sleep in the bed. No arguments."

McKenzie stared up at him for a minute, eyes flickering about his face as she took in his words. "Okay." She whispered, "Okay. Just… Get rest. Get good rest."

Javier smiled softly, gently booping her nose before pulling away. He walked over to the door and leaned against the doorway for a moment, looking in at McKenzie as she slid onto the bed and pulled the blanket over herself.

"Cradle to Grave, Kenz." He murmured, flicking of the light, "No matter what."

NEXT CHAPTER

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arrestmebobbygoren · 1 year

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Queer Theory Song Analysis: 'Stay Beautiful' by Taylor Swift

There is much literature written on the male gaze, and the fact that the camera lens has historically (and usually in the hands of male directors) reduced female subjects to mere objects of male sexual desire. Sometimes this will present like a Bond film, where the female characters exist primarily for Bond’s (and the audience’s) enjoyment and only secondarily to advance the plot. Other times, this will look more like a perfume add, where we will see a model’s neck, breasts, hands, legs, feet in stilettos – each presented in a disembodied way to obscure her humanity in order to sell a fantasy.

And while the male gaze is both a product and perpetuator of the patriarchy, it also has some basis in biology; research suggests that human brains identify women ‘locally’ (from their individual body parts) but recognize men ‘globally’ (as a whole rather than as a sum of their parts). Exhibit A: the linked article.

What I have always found interesting about Taylor’s music is the way that she (or, more generally, the singer, if she is singing from ‘the male perspective’) will embody the male gaze by reducing the subject of her songs to a series of body parts. The result, whether she intends it or not, is to position the listener so that we are consuming her song subject in the same way that society might have us consume its female muses – beautiful body part by beautiful body part.

[Verse 1]

Cory's eyes are like a jungle

He smiles, it's like the radio

He whispers songs into my window

In words that nobody knows

There's pretty girls on every corner

They watch him as he's walking home

Saying, "Does he know?"

Will you ever know?

Here, in Verse 1, we encounter the shimmering mirage known as Cory. We cannot know him, as he does not exist as a three-dimensional person with hopes and dreams and agency. Instead, we must infer him -- the argumentative, antithetical dream girl that he is – from his eyes, his lips, and from the desire he arises in us. He is wanted, but he does not want. Or perhaps, it is because he does not want, that he is wanted.

[Chorus]

You're beautiful, every little piece, love

Don't you know you're really gonna be someone?

Ask anyone

And when you find everything you looked for

I hope your life leads you back to my door

Oh, but if it don't

Stay beautiful

And as if to give words to the male gaze, the chorus loses all sight of a differentiated ‘Cory’, instead evoking a feast of drumsticks and thighs. We are now vibrating with the collective hum of desire, consuming beautiful pieces of flesh until we are satiated and content to only ogle from afar.

[Verse 2]

Cory finds another way to be

The highlight of my day

I'm taking pictures in my mind

So I can save them for a rainy day

It's hard to make a conversation

When he's taking my breath away

I should say, "Hey, by the way"

The second verse tries to resume focus on Cory, but our dream girl is so ethereal that we cannot even capture her on film. Rather, she lives entirely in our mind’s eye, where we can masturbate to the idea of her, but never have to engage with her messy humanity.

[Chorus]

You're beautiful, every little piece, love

Don't you know you're really gonna be someone?

Ask anyone

And when you find everything you looked for

I hope your life leads you back to my door

Oh, but if it don't

Stay beautiful

By the time we arrive back half of the song, we finally see the truth for what it is. The male gaze does not long for a partner or an equal. It exists to subjectify. It longs to objectify. It lives to consume.

[Bridge]

If you and I are a story

That never gets told

If what you are is a daydream

I'll never get to hold, at least you'll know

And it constantly requires parts. It requires parts, so it can assemble and consume and re-assemble, a little differently this time, and re-consume, and re-assemble, differently again. Rinse. Repeat.

[Chorus]

You're beautiful, every little piece, love

Don't you know you're really gonna be someone?

Ask anyone

And when you find everything you looked for

I hope your life leads you back to my front door

Oh, but if it don't

Will you stay beautiful, beautiful, beautiful?

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

All of this is to say that Taylor objectifies her song subjects in the same manner that society – and our brains – objectify women. What this suggests about the true gender of her muses, well, I suppose that is for Taylor to know and us to merely deduce.

[Outro]

La-la-la

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh, but if it don't

Stay beautiful, stay beautiful

Na-na-na, na-na

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taylorswiftandx · 1 year

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Taylor Swift and My

Note: huge thank you to @meandmypagancrew who collaborated with me on the lyrics for this post!

'Taylor Swift'

Tim McGraw: He said the way my blue eyes shined put those Georgia stars to shame that night

Tim McGraw: When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think my favorite song

Tim McGraw: Think of my head on your chest and my old faded blue jeans

Tim McGraw: In a box beneath my bed is a letter that you never read

Picture To Burn: State the obvious, I didn’t get my perfect fantasy

Picture To Burn: Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time

Picture To Burn: I’m just sitting here planning my revenge

Picture To Burn: My daddy’s gonna show you how sorry you’ll be

Teardrops On My Guitar: He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

Teardrops On My Guitar: The only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart

A Place In This World: I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know

A Place In This World: Got the radio on, my old blue jeans and I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve

Stay Beautiful: He whispers songs into my window in words that nobody knows

Stay Beautiful: I hope your life leads you back to my door

Stay Beautiful: Cory finds another way to be the highlight of my day

Stay Beautiful: I’m taking pictures in my mind so I can save them for a rainy day

Stay Beautiful: It’s hard to make a conversation when he’s taking my breath away

Stay Beautiful: I hope your life leads you back to my front door

Should’ve Said No: You shouldn’t be begging for forgiveness at my feet

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): Our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said oh my my my

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): Just two kids, you and I, oh my my my my

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): You stayed outside ‘til the morning light, oh my my my my

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky, oh my my my

Our Song: I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car

Our Song: He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart

Our Song: Got to the hallway well on my way to my loving bed

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: Everything I need is right here by my side

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: And I don’t try to hide my tears, my secrets, or my deepest fears

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

Fearless: You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless

Fearless: I don’t know why but with you I’d dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless

Fearless: My hands shake, I’m not usually this way

Love Story: I close my eyes and the flashback starts

Love Story: And my daddy said, “Stay away from Juliet”

Love Story: My faith in you was fading when I met you on the outside of town

Love Story: Is this in my head? I don’t know what to think

Hey Stephen: The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name

White Horse: My mistake, I didn’t know to be in love you had to fight to have the upperhand

White House: That was a small town, there in my rear view mirror disappearing now

You Belong With Me: I’m in my room, it’s a typical Tuesday night

You Belong With Me: Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night

Breathe: I see your face in my mind as I drive away

Breathe: You’re the only thing I know like the back of my hand

Tell me Why: Why do you have to put down my dreams so you’re the only thing on my mind?

Tell Me Why: You ask me for my love then you push me around

You’re Not Sorry: Could’ve loved you all my life if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold

The Way I Loved You: All my single friends are jealous

The Way I Loved You: He opens up my door and I get into his car

The Way I Loved You: He respects my space and never makes me wait

The Way I Loved You: He’s close to my mother, talks business with my father

The Way I Loved You: My heart’s not breaking ‘cause I’m not feeling anything at all

The Best Day: It’s getting cold, I’ve got my big coat on

The Best Day: I’m thirteen now and don't know my how friends could be so mean

The Best Day: God smiles on my little brother, inside and out he’s better than I am

The Best Day: I know you were on my side even when I was wrong

Jump Then Fall: I like the way I can’t keep my focus

Untouchable: I wanna feel you by my side standing next to me

Come In With The Rain: I’ll leave my window open

SuperStar: I’d be breaking all my rules to see you

SuperStar: I can’t take my eyes off of you

SuperStar: Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, superstar

SuperStar: When my world wakes up today you’ll be in another town

The Other Side Of The Door: I said leave, but all I really want is you to stand outside my window throwing pebbles

The Other Side Of The Door: Me and my stupid pride are sitting here alone

The Other Side Of The Story: All I want is you to stand outside my window throwing pebbles

Today Was A Fairytale: I can feel my heart, it’s beating in my chest

Mr. Perfectly Fine: Mr. I’ve been waiting for you all my life

Mr. Perfectly Fine: Forgets he ever even heard my name

Mr. Perfectly Fine: I’ve been picking up my heart, he’s been picking up her

We Were Happy: You threw your arms around my neck

That’s When: You watched me go and I knew my words were hard to hear

Don’t You: My heart knows what the truth is

Don’t You: So I’ll walk out of here tonight, tried to go on with my life

Bye Bye Baby: The rain didn’t soak through my clothes down to my skin

Bye Bye Baby: Bye bye to everything I thought was on my side

Bye Bye Baby: All the pages are just slipping through my hands

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)'

Mine: There’s a drawer of my things at your place

Mine: You learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded

Mine: You say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes

Sparks Fly: My mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea

Sparks Fly: I’m on my guard for the rest of the world

Sparks Fly: I’ll run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild

Back to December: So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night”

Back to December: And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind

Back to December: I’d go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

Back to December: But this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night”

Speak Now: There’s the silence, there’s my last chance

Speak Now: I’ll meet you when I’m out of my tux at the back door

Speak Now: Baby, I didn’t say my vows

Dear John: Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you

Dear John: Counting my footsteps and praying the floor won’t fall through, again

Dear John: My mother accused me of losing my mind, but I swore I was fine

Dear John: Maybe it’s me and my blind optimism to blame

Dear John: You’ll add my name to your long list of traitors who don’t understand

Mean: You have knocked me off my feet again

Mean: You have pointed out my flaws again

Mean: I walk with my head down, trying to block you out ‘cause I’ll never impress you

The Story Of Us: I used to know my place was the spot next to you

The Story Of Us: See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy

The Story Of Us: How I was losing my mind when I saw you here

The Story Of Us: I liked it better when you were on my side

The Story Of Us: But I would lay my armor down if you’d say you’d rather love than fight

Never Grow Up: Your little hand’s wrapped around my finger

Never Grow Up: So here I am in my new apartment in a big city

Never Grow Up: So I tuck myself in and turn my night light on

Enchanted: And now I’m pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door

Enchanted: My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again

Haunted: Oh, holding my breath, won’t lose you again

Haunted: Oh, holding my breath, won’t see you again

Haunted: He will try to take away my pain

Last Kiss: Your name, forever the name on my lips

Last Kiss: I roll my eyes and then you pull me in

Last Kiss: I love your handshake, meeting my father

Long Live: I said, “Remember this moment” in the back of my mind

Long Live: I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you

Long Live: When they point to the pictures, please tell them my name

Long Live: I had the time of my life with you

Ours: But right now my time is theirs

Ours: The jury’s out, but my choice is you

Ours: And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored ‘cause my heart is yours

Electric Touch: I’ve got my money on things going badly

Electric Touch: All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Electric Touch: I’ve gotten used to no one calling my phone

I Can See You: I’ve been watching you for ages and I spend my time trying not to feel it

I Can See You: You won’t believe half the things I see inside my head

I Can See You: And I could see you being my addiction

Castles Crumbling: They used to cheer when they saw my face

Castles Crumbling: And I feel like my castle’s crumbling down

Castles Crumbling: And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground

Castles Crumbling: Crowds would hang on my words and they trusted me

Castles Crumbling: Power went to my head and I couldn’t stop

Castles Crumbling: My foes and friends watch my reign end

Castles Crumbling: Smoke billows from my ships in the harbor

Castles Crumbling: Used to chant my name, now they’re screaming that they hate me

Castles Crumbling: My castle’s crumbling down

Foolish One: My cards are on the table, yours are in your hand

Foolish One: You give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high

Foolish One: And I will block out these voices of reason in my head

Foolish One: And it’s delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof

Foolish One: ‘Cause when my head is on your shoulder, it starts thinking you’ll come around

Foolish One: Now I’m sliding down the wall with my head in my hands

Foolish One: And the voices in my head are telling me why

Foolish One: And maybe I will finally learn my lesson

Timeless: And something in my head said stop, so I walked in

Timeless: In another life, you still would’ve turned my head

Timeless: I had to smile when it caught my eye

Timeless: And you’ll say, “Oh my, we really were timeless”

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

State Of Grace: You’re my Achilles heel

Red: Moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head

Red: That’s why he’s spinning ‘round in my head

Treacherous: I hear the sound of my own voice asking you to stay

Treacherous: Your name has echoed through my mind

All Too Well: And I left my scarf there at your sister’s house

All Too Well: Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze

All Too Well: Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well

All Too Well: I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it

All Too Well: Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone

All Too Well: But you keep my old scarf from that very first week

All Too Well: Wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all

I Almost Do: In my dreams, you’re touching my face

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me

Stay Stay Stay: I threw my phone across the room at you

Stay Stay Stay: But you carry my groceries and now I’m always laughing

Stay Stay Stay: You took the time to memorize me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams

Stay Stay Stay: It’s been occurring to me, I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life

The Last Time: Put my name at the top of your list

The Last Time: You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye

The Last Time: You find yourself at my door

The Last Time: This is the last time I let you in my door

The Last Time: This is the last time I’m asking you why you break my heart

Holy Ground: Back when you fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme

The Lucky One: ‘Cause now my name is up in lights but I think you got it right

Everything Has Changed: All I’ve seen since eighteen hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind

Everything Has Changed: And all my walls stood tall, painted blue

Everything Has Changed: And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies

Everything Has Changed: Meet me there tonight and let me know that it’s not all in my mind

Everything Has Changed: All my days I’ll know your face

Starlight: I said, “Oh my, what a marvelous tune”

Begin Again: Turn the lock and put my headphones on

Begin Again: You pull my chair out and help me in

Begin Again: And we walked down the block to my car and I almost brought him up

The Moment I Knew: I’ve got my eye on the door, just waiting for you to walk in

The Moment I Knew: As I comb back through my memory, how you said you’d be here

The Moment I Knew: And it was like slow motion, standing there in my party dress

Come Back… Be Here: I told myself, “Don’t get attached,” but in my mind I play it back

Girl At Home: Call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl

Girl At Home: Call a cab, lose my number, let’s consider this lesson learned

Ronan: I can still feel you hold my hand, little man

Ronan: You were my best four years

Better Man: I know I’m probably better off on my own

Better Man: And I know why we had to say goodbye like the back of my hand

Better Man: Push my love away like it’s some kind of loaded gun

Better Man: I gave to you my best and we both know you can’t say that

Nothing New: Lord, what will become of me once I’ve lost my novelty?

Nothing New: How long will it be cute, all this crying in my room?

Nothing New: When you can’t blame it on my youth and roll your eyes with affection

Nothing New: And my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles

Message In A Bottle: You could be the one that I love, my love

I Bet You Think About Me: You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes

I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you think about me when you say, “Oh my god, she’s insane, she wrote a song about me”

Forever Winter: My voice comes out begging

Forever Winter: Live my life scared to death he’ll decide to leave instead

Forever Winter: My voice comes out screaming

Run: And my so-called friends, they don’t know

Run: There’s been this hole in my heart

The Very First Night: My friends all say they know everything I’m going through

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): All I felt was shame and you held my lifeless frame

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): I’m in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): You, who charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): The punchline goes, “I’ll get older, but your lovers stay my age”

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): From when your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): Wind in my hair, I was there, I was there

'1989 (Taylor’s Version)'

Blank Space: Oh my god, look at that face, you look like my next mistake

Blank Space: Grab your passport and my hand

Blank Space: Keep you second guessing like, “Oh my God, who is she?”

Out Of The Woods: Your necklace hanging from my neck

Shake It Off: Got nothing in my brain, that’s what people say

Shake It Off: It’s like I got this music in my mind saying, “It’s gonna be all right”

Shake It Off: I never miss a beat, I’m lightning on my feet

Shake It Off: I’m dancing on my own, I make the moves up as I go

Shake It Off: My ex-man brought his new girlfriend, she’s like, “Oh my god”

I Wish You Would: Windows down, you pass my street, the memories start

I Wish You Would: It’s 2AM in my room

I Wish You Would: You always knew how to push my buttons

I Wish You Would: See your face, hear my voice in the dark

Bad Blood: Still got scars on my back from your knife

Bad Blood: Time can heal but this won’t, so if you’re coming my way, just don’t

Wildest Dreams: My one condition is, say you’ll remember me

Wildest Dreams: His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

Wildest Dreams: My last request is, say you’ll remember me

This Love: Your kiss, my cheek, I watched you leave

This Love: Your smile, my ghost, I fell to my knees

I Know Places: You stand with your hand on my waistline

I Know Places: Just grab my hand and don’t ever drop it, my love

Clean: Hung my head as I lost the war and the sky turned black like a perfect storm

Clean: When the butterflies turned to dust that covered my whole room

Clean: Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you

Clean: The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing

Wonderland: Didn’t you calm my fears with a Chesire cat smile?

You Are In Love: Pauses, then says, “You’re my best friend”

You Are In Love: And why I spent my whole life trying to put it into words

New Romantics: It’s poker, he can’t see it in my face but I’m about to play my ace

New Romantics: Please take my hand and please take me dancing and please leave me stranded

“Slut!”: Got love-struck, went straight to my head

“Slut!”: Got lovesick, all over my bed

“Slut!”: Adorned with smoke on my clothes

“Slut!”: Everyone wants him, that was my crime

Say Don’t Go: I hold my breath a little bit longer

Now That We Don’t Talk: I call my mom, she said that it was for the best

Now That We Don’t Talk: I call my mom, she said to get it off my chest

Now That We Don’t Talk: And the only way back to my dignity was to turn into a shrouded mystery

Suburban Legends: You had people who called you on unmarked numbers in my peripheral vision

Suburban Legends: I was always turning out my empty pockets and when it came to you

Suburban Legends: You’d me more than a chapter in my old diaries with the pages ripped out

Suburban Legends: I broke my own heart ‘cause you were too polite to do it

Suburban Legends: You don’t knock anymore and my whole life’s ruined

Suburban Legends: And my life had been ruined

Is It Over Now?: You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

Is It Over Now?: Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

Is It Over Now?: Your new girl is my clone

Is It Over Now?: At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight

Is It Over Now?: Only rumors about my hips and thighs and my whispered sighs

Bad Blood (feat. Kendrick Lamar): My TLC was quite OD, ID my facts (ID my)

Bad Blood (feat. Kendrick Lamar): It was my season for battle wounds

Bad Blood (feat. Kendrick Lamar) Still, all my life, I got money and power

'reputation'

…Ready For It?: Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so

…Ready For It?: In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do

…Ready For It?: In the middle of the night, in my dreams, I know I’m gonna be with you so I take my time

…Ready For It?: We’ll move to an island and, and he can be my jailer

End Game: You love it, I love it too, ‘cause you’re my type

End Game: You hold me down and I protect you with my life

End Game: Both sprung, I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders

End Game: For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

End Game: With four words on the tip of my tongue, I’ll never say it

End Game: I can’t let you go, your hand prints on my soul

End Game: You’ve been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks so here’s the truth from my red lips

I Did Something Bad: I can feel the flames on my skin, crimson red paint on my lips

I Did Something Bad: I can feel the flames on my skin, he says, “Don’t throw away a good thing”

I Did Something Bad: But if he drops my name then I owe him nothing and if he spends my change then he had it coming

Don’t Blame Me: Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

Don’t Blame Me: I’ll be using for the rest of my life

Don’t Blame Me: For you, I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind

Don’t Blame Me: My name is whatever you decide

Don’t Blame Me: Echoes of your name inside my mind

Don’t Blame Me: Halo, hiding my obsession

Don’t Blame Me: I’d beg you on my knees to stay

Don’t Blame Me: Trip of my life, oh, every time you’re, every time you’re touching me

Delicate: My reputation’s never been worse so you must like me for me

Delicate: Phone lights up my nightstand in the black

Delicate: Is it chill that you’re in my head?

Delicate: Long night with your hands up in my hair

So It Goes…: All eyes on you, my magician

So It Goes…: Gold cage, hostage to my feelings

Gorgeous: You’ve ruined my life by not being mine

Gorgeous: You should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room

Gorgeous: Guess I’ll just stumble on home to my cats

Getaway Car: The light of freedom on my face

King Of My Heart: I’m perfectly fine, I live on my own

King Of My Heart: I made up my mind, I’m better off being alone

King Of My Heart: We rule the kingdom inside my room

King Of My Heart: King of my heart, body and soul

King Of My Heart: Change my priorities, the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

King Of My Heart: My broken bones are mending with all these nights we’re spending

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: My, my love had been frozen deep blue

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: I could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: Darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis

Dress: My hands are shaking from holding back from you

Dress: My hands are shaking from all this

Dress: Say my name and everything just stops

Dress: Carve your name into my bedpost

Dress: You kiss my face and we’re both drunk

Dress: Flashback when you met me, your buzz cut and my hair bleached

Dress: Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

Dress: Flashback to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes

Dress: Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me

Dress: My one and only, my lifeline

Dress: My hands shake, I can’t explain this

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: So why’d you have to rain on my parade? I’m shaking my head and locking the gates

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: You stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: Here’s a toast to my real friends, they don’t care about the he said, she said

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: Here’s to my baby, he ain’t reading what they call me lately

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: Here’s to my mama, had to listen to all this drama

Call It What You Want: My castle crumbled overnight

Call It What You Want: My baby’s fit like a daydream

Call It What You Want: My baby’s fly like a jet stream

Call It What You Want: All my flowers grew back as thorns

Call It What You Want: I’m laughing with my lover, making forts under covers

Call It What You Want: Starry eyes sparkling up my darkest night

Call It What You Want: I want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck, chain ‘round my neck

Call It What You Want: I recall late November, holding my breath

New Year’s Day: You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi

'Lover'

I Forgot That You Existed: Lived in the shade you were throwing ‘til all of my sunshine was gone, gone, gone

I Forgot That You Existed: In my feelings more than Drake, so, yeah

I Forgot That You Existed: Your name on my lips, tongue-tied, free rent living in my mind

I Forgot That You Existed: Got out some popcorn as soon as my rep started going down, down, down

Cruel Summer: Every night that summer just to seal my fate

Lover: You’re my, my, my, my lover

Lover: With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

Lover: My heart’s been borrowed and your has been blue

Lover: Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

Lover: You’re my, my, my, my, oh you’re my, my, my, my, darling you’re my, my, my, my lover

The Man: What I was wearing, if I was rude could all be separated from my good ideas and power moves

The Man: If I was out flashing my dollars, I’d be a bitch, not a baller

The Archer: I cut off my nose just to spite my face then hate my reflection for years and years

The Archer: All of my heroes die all alone

The Archer: All of my enemies started out friends

I Think He Knows: He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue

I Think He Knows: I want you, bless my soul

I Think He Knows: I want you, bless my, I want you bless my, I want you bless my, I want you bless my soul

I Think He Knows: Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: Now I’m feeling hopeless, ripped up my prom dress

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: I saw the scoreboard and ran for my life

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: No cameras catch my pageant smile

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: It’s you and me, that’s my whole world

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: My team is losing, battered and bruising

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: Leave with my head hung, you are the only one who seems to care

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: No cameras catch my muffled cries

Paper Rings: Three times cause I waited my whole life

Paper Rings: In paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams

Cornelia Street: Jacket ‘round my shoulders is yours

Cornelia Street: I packed my bags, left Cornelia Street before you even know I was gone

Cornelia Street: You hold my hand on the street, walk me back to that apartment

Cornelia Street: Sacred new beginning that became my religion, listen

Death By A Thousand Cuts: The morning comes and you’re not my baby

Death By A Thousand Cuts: I dress to kill my time, I take the long way home

Death By A Thousand Cuts: My heart, my hips, my body, my love

Death By A Thousand Cuts: Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Death By A Thousand Cuts: My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust

Death By A Thousand Cuts: I get drunk but it’s not enough ‘cause you’re not my baby

Death By A Thousand Cuts: My body, my love, my trust

London Boy: We can go driving in, on my scooter, ah, you know, just riding in London

London Boy: I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal

London Boy: He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet

Soon You’ll Get Better: The buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair

False God: The altar is my hips, even if it’s a false god

You Need To Calm Down: Snakes and stones never broke my bones so

You Need To Calm Down: Like, can you just not step on my gown?

You Need To Calm Down: You’re coming at my friends like a missile

Afterglow: Hey, it’s all me, in my head

Afterglow: Tell me that we’ll be just fine even when I lose my mind

Afterglow: Tell me that it’s not my fault

ME!: You ran after me and called my name

It’s Nice To Have A Friend: Lost my gloves, you give me one

It’s Nice To Have A Friend: Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand

It’s Nice To Have A Friend: Call my bluff, call you “babe”, have my back, yeah, everyday

Daylight: My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in

Daylight: And I can still see it all in my mind

Daylight: And I can still see it all in my head

'folklore'

The 1: If my wishes came true, it would’ve been you

The 1: In my defense, I have none

Cardigan: Hand under my sweatshirt, baby, kiss it better

Cardigan: You drew stars around my scars but now I’m bleeding

Cardigan: I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs

Cardigan: You’d be standing in my front porch light

Exile: You’re not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?

Exile: You were my town, now I’m in exile, seeing you out

Exile: You were my crown, now I’m in exile seeing you out

Exile: Never learned to read my mind

My Tears Ricochet: ‘Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you, ‘til my dying day

My Tears Ricochet: Cursing my name, wishing I stayed, look at how my tears ricochet

My Tears Ricochet: You can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones

My Tears Ricochet: And when you can’t sleep at night, you hear my stolen lullabies

My Tears Ricochet: Cursing my name, wishing I stayed, you turned in your worst fears

Mirrorball: Hush, when no one is around, my dear

Mirrorball: You’ll find me on my tallest tip-toes, spinning in my highest heels, love

Mirrorball: But I’m still on my tallest tip-toes, spinning my highest heels, love

Mirrorball: The masquerade revelers drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten

Seven: I hit my peak at seven

Seven: Cross my heart, won’t tell no other

August: Your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it

August: And then canceled my plans just in case you’d call

This Is Me Trying: Pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could’ve followed my fears all the way down

This Is Me Trying: They told me all of my cages were mental so I got wasted like all my potential

This Is Me Trying: My words shoot to kill when I’m mad

This Is Me Trying: Fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here

This Is me Trying: Pouring out my heart to a stranger but I didn’t pour the whiskey

This Is Me Trying: You’re a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town

Invisible String: You ate at my favorite spot for dinner

Invisible String: Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire, chains around my demons

Invisible String: Cold was the steel of my axe to grind for the boys who broke my heart

Mad Woman: Do you see my face in the neighbor’s lawn?

Mad Woman: Now I breath flames each time I talk, my cannons all firing at your yacht

Mad Woman: I’m taking my time, taking my time, cause you took everything from me

Betty: Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house

Betty: She pulled up like a figment of my worst intentions

Betty: Betty, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when you see my face again

Betty: Standing in your cardigan, kissing in my car again

Peace: I never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near

Peace: I talk shit with my friends, it’s like I’m wasting your honor

Peace: Give you my wild, give you a child

Peace: Family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother

Peace: I’d give you my sunshine, give you my best

Hoax: My only one, my smoke gun, my eclipsed sun, this has broken me down

Hoax: My twisted knife, my sleepless night, my windless fight, this has frozen my ground

Hoax: My best laid plan, your sleight of hand

Hoax: My barren land, I am ash from your fire

Hoax: You knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart

Hoax: My only one, my kingdom come undone, my broken drum, you have beaten my heart

The Lakes: Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?

The Lakes: I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you

The Lakes: I’m setting off, but not without my muse

The Lakes: What should be over burrowed under my skin

The Lakes: I’ve come too far to watch some name dropping sleaze tell me what are my Wordsworth

The Lakes: I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

The Lakes: I bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

'evermore'

Willow: I’m begging for you take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my man

Willow: You know that my train could take you home

Willow: Hey, that’s my man, that’s my man, yeah, that’s my man

Champagne Problems: My picture in your wallet

Champagne Problems: You won’t remember all my champagne problems

Gold Rush: I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush

Gold Rush: I see me padding across your wooden floors with my Eagles T-shirt hanging from the door

Gold Rush: It fades into the gray of my day-old tea ‘cause it could never be

Gold Rush: My mind turns your life into folklore

‘Tis The Damn Season: I’m staying at my parents’ house and the road not taken looks real good now

‘Tis The Damn Season: It always leads to you and my hometown

‘Tis The Damn Season: I parked my car right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours

‘Tis The Damn Season: The heart I know I’m breaking is my own

Tolerate It: Use my best colors for your portrait

Tolerate It: If it’s all in my head, tell me now

Tolerate It: I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it

Tolerate It: Where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire?

Tolerate It: I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

No Body, No Crime: She says, “That ain’t my merlot on his mouth, that ain’t my jewelry on our joint account“

No Body, No Crime: Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen

Happiness: Showed you all of my hiding spots

Happiness: Haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a lifetime

Happiness: When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?

Happiness: I hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you

Happiness: Sorry, I can’t see facts through all of my fury

Happiness: Now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head

Dorothea: It’s never too late to come back to my side

Coney Island: Break my soul in two looking for you

Coney Island: Did I close my fist around something delicate?

Coney Island: I’m sitting on a bench in Coney Island wondering where did my baby go?

Coney Island: Sorry for not making you my centerfold

Coney Island: The question pounds my head, what’s a lifetime of achievement?

Coney Island: Will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?

Coney Island: I’m on a bench in Coney Island wondering where did my baby go?

Coney Island: Sorry for not making you my, making you my, making you my centerfold

Ivy: My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Ivy: I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland

Ivy: My house of stone, your ivy grows and now I’m covered in you

Ivy: So tell me to run or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become and drink my husband’s wine

Ivy: It’s the goddamn fight of my life and you started it

Cowboy Like Me: I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve

Cowboy Like Me: Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon with your boots beneath my bed

Cowboy Like Me: I’ve had some tricks up my sleeve

Long Story Short: I tried to pick my battles ‘til the battle picked me

Long Story Short: Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep

Long Story Short: When I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door

Long Story Short: My waves meet your shore ever and evermore

Marjorie: You’re alive, you’re alive in my head

Closure: I’m fine with my spite and my tears and my beers and my candles

Evermore: I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone

Evermore: And I was catching my breath, staring out an open window, catching my death

Evermore: And I was catching my breath, barefoot in the wildest winter, catching my death

Evermore: And I was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step

Right Where You Left Me: I stayed there, dust collected on my pinned up hair

Right Where You Left Me: I cause no harm, mind my business

It’s Time To Go: Begging ‘til my knees bled

It’s Time To Go: I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all, then wondered why I left

It’s Time To Go: He’s got my past frozen behind glass but I’ve got me

It’s Time To Go: The snaps from the same little breaks in my soul

'Midnights'

Lavender Haze: You don’t really read into my melancholia

Lavender Haze: They’re bringing up my history but you weren’t even listening

Lavender Haze: Get it off my desk

Maroon: Laughing with my feet in your lap like you were my closest friend

Maroon: The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

Maroon: The mark they saw on my collarbone

Anti-Hero: Midnights become my afternoons

Anti-Hero: When my depression works the graveyard shift, all of the people I’ve ghosted stand there in the room

Anti-Hero: I should not be left to my own devices

Anti-Hero: One day, I’ll watch as you’re leaving ‘cause you tired of my scheming for the last time

Anti-Hero: Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman?

Anti-Hero: I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money

Snow On The Beach: And my flight was awful, thanks for asking

Snow On The Beach: I’ve never seen someone lit from within, blurring out my periphery

Snow On The Beach: My smile is like I won a contest

You’re On Your Own, Kid: I touch my phone as if it’s your face

You’re On Your Own, Kid: There’s just one who could make me stay all my days

You’re On Your Own, Kid: Something different bloomed, writing in my room

You’re On Your Own, Kid: I play my songs in the parking lot

You’re On Your Own, Kid: I search the party of better bodies just to learn that my dreams aren’t rare

You’re On Your Own, Kid: I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

You’re On Your Own, Kid: I hosted parties and starved my body like I’d be saved by a perfect kiss

You’re On Your Own, Kid: My friends from home don’t know what to say

Midnight Rain: He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Midnight Rain: My town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences

Midnight Rain: My boy was a montage

Question…?: I don’t remember who I was before you painted all my nights a color I’ve searched for since

Vigilante Shit: I’m on my vigilante shit again

Bejeweled: Didn’t notice you walking all over my peace of mind

Bejeweled: Diamonds in my eyes, I polish up real, I polish up real nice

Bejeweled: I made you my world, have you heard I can reclaim the land?

Bejeweled: Sapphire tears on my face, sadness became my whole sky

Bejeweled: Some guy said my aura’s moonstone just cause he was high

Bejeweled: You can try to change my mind but you might have to wait in line

Labyrinth: I’ll be getting over you my whole life

Labyrinth: Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Karma: I keep my side of the street clean, you wouldn’t know what I mean

Karma: ‘Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma: Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma: Karma is a cat purring in my lap ‘cause it loves me

Karma: My pennies made your crown

Karma: Karma takes all my friends to the summit

Sweet Nothing: I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly, a pebble that we picked up last July

The Great War: My knuckles were bruised like violets

The Great War: Spineless in my tomb of silence

The Great War: My hand was the one you reached for

The Great War: I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone

The Great War: Your finger on my hairpin triggers

The Great War: Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

Bigger Than The Whole Sky: Salt streams out of my eyes and into my ears

Paris: Privacy signs on the door and on my page and on the whole world

Paris: Sit quiet by my side in the shade

Paris: Confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters

Paris: Let the only flashing lights be the tower at midnight in my mind

Paris: My love, we were in Paris

High Infidelity: Put on your headphones and burn my city

High Infidelity: Dragged my feet right down the aisle

Glitch: You don’t live in my part of town but maybe I’ll see you out some weekend

Glitch: Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I’m in and what’s in my system

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: If you’d never looked my way I would’ve stayed on my knees

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: You’re a crisis of my faith

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: Stained glass windows in my mind

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: I fight with you in my sleep

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first

Dear Reader: My fourth drink in my hand, these desperate prayers of a cursed man

Dear Reader: You wouldn’t take my word for it if you knew who was talking

Dear Reader: I pace in my pen and my friends found friends who care

Hits Different: I washed my hands of us at the club

Hits Different: Oh my, love is a lie, shit my friends say to get me by

Hits Different: Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

Hits Different: My sadness is contagious

You’re Losing Me: I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore for you ‘cause you’re losing me

You’re Losing Me: Every morning, I glared at you with storms in my eyes

You’re Losing Me: I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

You’re Losing Me: My face was gray but you wouldn’t admit that we were sick

You’re Losing Me: I know my pain is such an imposition

You’re Losing Me: My heart won’t start anymore, my heart won’t start anymore

You’re Losing Me: I gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy

You’re Losing Me: I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): So I keep my head up, my bread up, I won’t let up, never

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): ‘Cause karma is my boyfriend / Damn

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma takes all my friends to the summit / Facts

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god / Karma is my bestie

Other Songs written by Taylor

Beautiful Eyes: My heart has never felt this way before

Beautiful Eyes: ‘Cause you’re my lullaby

Beautiful Ghosts: I watch from the dark, wait for my life to start with no beauty in my memory

Beautiful Ghosts: Scared to call them my friends and be broken again, is this hope just a mystical dream?

Beautiful Ghosts: Maybe my home isn’t what I had known, what I thought it to be

Best Days Of Your Life: A shame that every time you hear my name brought up in a casual conversation you can’t think straight?

Best Days Of Your Life: Live out my dreams with someone new

Best Days Of Your Life: So I’ve got my pride and she’s got you

Carolina: Oh, Carolina creeks running through my veins

Carolina: And she’s in my dreams

Christmas Tree Farm: My winter nights are taken up by static

Christmas Tree Farm: I close my eyes and I’m somewhere else just like magic

Christmas Tree Farm: In my heart is a Christmas tree farm

Christmases When You Were Mine: My mama’s in the kitchen, worrying about me

Crazier: You lift my feet off the ground

Crazier: You opened my eyes and you made me believe

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: I’m sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life

I Heart ?: Fix my heart, put on my makeup

I Heart ?: I got an I heart question mark written on the back of my hand

If This Was A Movie: Last night I heard my own heart beating, sounded like footsteps on my stairs

If This Was A Movie: And I just wanna see you back at my front door

Renegade: Carry your baggage up my street and make me your future history

Renegade: And then you squeeze my hand as I’m about to leave

The Alcott: I tell you my problems, you tell me the truth

The Alcott: It’s the first thing I do / Did my love aid and abet you?

The Alcott: I’ll ruin it all over / Rain on my parade

The Alcott: I’ll ruin it for you / Shred my evening gown

The Alcott: I’ll ruin it all over / Read my sentence out loud

The Alcott: I tell you my problems / Have I become one of your problems?

The Joker And The Queen (Remix): I showed you my hand and you still let me win

The Joker And The Queen (Remix): So I kept my cards close to my foolproof vest

The Joker And The Queen (Remix): You called my bluff and saw through all my tells

Two Is Better Than One: You came into my life and I thought, hey, you know, this could be something

Two Is Better Than One: You know that it all takes my breath away

Two Is Better Than One: There’s so much time to figure out the rest of my life

Two Is Better Than One: When I close my eyes and drift away I think of you and everything’s okay

Official Alternate Releases

Haunted (2010 Version): Oh, I’m holding my breath, won’t lose you again

Haunted (2010 Version): Oh, I’m holding my breath, won’t see you again

Lover (feat. Shawn Mendes): Look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth, the girl in my story has always been you

Ivy (Clean Version): Oh, I can’t, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Ivy (Clean Version): It’s the fiercest fight of my life and you started it, you started it

Hits Different (Clean Version): Oh my, love is a lie, it’s what my friends say to get me by

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imhereonthekitchenfloor · 2 years

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i somehow feel obligated to tell you that the lyrics in stay beautiful are parts of different thoughts:

1. cory’s eyes are like a jungle

2. he smiles

3. it’s like the radio [how] he whispers songs into my window in words that nobody knows

just wanted to shed some light on something that once plagued me 😅

(👁👄👁) what

#THANKS BUT ALSO HOW THIS IS LIKE CRUEL SUMMER ALL OVER AGAIN #BUT I REALIZED CRUEL SUMMER LIKE SECOND LISTEN AND NEVER REALIZED ON THIS ONE #ask #anon

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music-in-my-veins14 · 2 months

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Cory's eyes are like a jungle He smiles, it's like the radio He whispers songs into my window In words that nobody knows There's pretty girls on every corner That watch him as he's walking home Saying, "Does he know?" Will you ever know?

#Stay Beautiful #Taylor Swift #Lyrics

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derekthesavage · 2 months

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Had an amusing interaction on the bus today. Thought I might share.

Me: (thinking) Hmmm... I hate liberals.

[The bus is packed. Full of people staring out the window and looking at their phones instead of communicating. Instead of living in the moment.]

Me: Could this day get any worse?

[Just then, the bus driver turns on the radio... Run the World. Beyonce.]

Me: *gags*

[Nobody speaks up. Some of the liberals even start bobbing their heads along.]

Me: This is gonna be a looooong ride.

[Suddenly, a scraggly kid in the back stands up. Blue hair. Beanie. Nose ring. Clearly a liberal. He struts up to the front of the bus before tapping the bus driver on the shoulder.]

Bus Driver: *turns around* Huh?

Beanie Kid: Turn that racket off, and try this on for size.

[He reaches into his coat, producing an unmarked CD. The bus driver hesitates, but takes the disk as it becomes clear this kid won't take no for an answer. Calm as can be, the kid turns around and returns to his seat.]

Me: (thinking) Oh, great. What is it this time? Brittany Spears? Justin Bieber? Or maybe *gags*... Taylor Swift? This is just about the worst day I've ever-

[The speakers begin to emanate a new song. Heavier. Stronger in presence. As I gather myself, disbelieving all the while, a familiar voice echoes throughout the bus.]

Radio: My name is Kiiiiii-

Me: *eyes widen*

Radio: -iiiiiiiiiiii-

Me: *jaw drops*

Radio: -iiiiiiiiiiid

Me: (mouths the words) No fuckin' way.

Radio: Rock!

[The bus begins vibrating under the weight of Bawitdaba, Kid Rock's classic anthem. People begin looking around and whispering to one another. A few even start dancing in their seats. I look to the kid in disbelief as a knowing grin creeps across his face. The noise of the world fades out momentarily, before returning with a vengeance in the form of a legendary lyrical hook.]

Radio: Bawitdaba, da bang, da bang! Diggy, diggy, diggy, said the boogie, said up jump the boogie!

[The blue haired kid slides my way and we begin headbanging in perfect unison to the rhythm of the song.]

Radio: Bawitdaba, da bang, da bang! Diggy, diggy, diggy, said the boogie, said up jump the boogie!

[We dance like hell to the rest of the tune, most other passengers joining in with us. Even the liberals can't help but gently sway in their seats, though they seem to be hoping nobody notices.]

[By the time we reach the kid's stop, I feel as though I've been dancing for hours. The energy in the bus was amped up, but not the kid. Cool as ever, he gathered his belongings and exited without a word. He leaves the CD with the driver and steps out of our lives forever. The bus doors close, and we drive on as though nothing happened. I slump back in my seat.]

Me:(thinking) Okay... Maybe SOME liberals are okay.

#storytime #true story #kid rock #liberals #hard to believe #it really happened #public transportation #who would have thought

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ohdorothea · 17 days

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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!

🫶🫶🫶

Stay Beautiful lyrics

Cory's eyes are like a jungle

He smiles, it's like the radio

He whispers songs into my window

In words that nobody knows

There's pretty girls on every corner

That watch him as he's walking home

Saying, "Does he know?"

Will you ever know?

You're beautiful

Every little piece love

And don't you know

You're really gonna be someone

Ask anyone

And when you find everything you looked for

I hope your life leads you back to my door

Oh, but if it don't

Stay beautiful

Cory finds another way to be

The highlight of my day

I'm taking pictures in my mind

So I can save them for a rainy day

It's hard to make a conversation

When he's taking my breath away

I should say, hey, by the way

You're beautiful

Every little piece love

And don't you know

You're really gonna be someone

Ask anyone

And when you find everything you looked for

I hope your life leads you back to my door

Oh, but if it don't

Stay beautiful

If you and I are a story

That never gets told

If what you are is a daydream

I'll never get to hold

At least you'll know

You're beautiful

Every little piece love

And don't you know

You're really gonna be someone

Ask anyone

And when you find everything you looked for

I hope your life leads you back to my front door

Oh, but if it don't

Will you stay

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful?

La la la

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, but if it don't

Stay beautiful

Na, na, na, na, na

🫶🫶🫶

Our Song lyrics

I was riding shotgun

With my hair undone

In the front seat of his car

He's got a one-hand feel

On the steering wheel

The other on my heart

I look around, turn the radio down

He says, "Baby, is something wrong?"

I say, "Nothing

I was just thinking

How we don't have a song"

And he says...

Our song is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window

When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have."

And when I got home ... 'fore I said, "Amen"

Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up

The front porch steps

After everything that day

Had gone all wrong

And been trampled on

And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway,

Well, on my way

To my lovin' bed

I almost didn't notice

All the roses

And the note that said...

Our song is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window

When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"

And when I got home ... 'fore I said, "Amen"

Asking God if he could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio

Waited for something to come along

That was as good as our song...

'Cause our song is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window

When we're on the phone and he talks real slow

'Cause it's late and his mama don't know

Our song is the way he laughs

The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"

And when I got home ... 'fore I said, "Amen"

Asking God if he could play it again

Play it again

Oh, yeah...

Oh-oh, yeah

I was riding shotgun

With my hair undone

In the front seat of his car

I grabbed a pen

And an old napkin

And I wrote down our song

#tsqst

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sexybabystevie · 1 year

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how could you not like stay beautiful??? cory's eyes are like a jungle??? his smile shines like the radio?????? he whispers songs into my window in words that nobody knows????????????

#sorry i just LOVE this song so much no one says anything about it like HELLO????#em speaks #taylor swift

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heyyyharry · 3 years

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Deja Vu (part 2 of 'Drivers License')

(inspired by deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.5k

Read part 1 here

“What the fuck is this?”

Harry flinched as his girlfriend shoved the phone at him. He’d just got out of the shower, hair still dripping wet, but it wasn’t so out of the ordinary that she would start a fight first thing in the morning.

He sighed and gently pushed her phone away from his face. “Baby, if it’s another rumour about me cheating on you...I was with you this whole week!”

“No.” She lifted the phone up to his face again. “That girl just released another song about you.”

Even though Harry didn’t let it show, whenever he heard about Y/N, his heart would always skip a beat. He couldn’t remember exactly when the last time they’d spoken was, but he knew in his last message to her, he’d congratulated her on that new song about him. She’d never replied, and he’d taken it as the answer — they could never go back to the way it was.

It had broken his heart to listen to ‘drivers license’. Y/N had never been the kind of person to be vocal about her feelings. Or maybe she’d expressed it through actions instead of words, and he had been too nonchalant to see? He hadn’t meant to break her heart and leave her in the dust. After all, she used to be his best friend.

“Y/N’s a songwriter. She writes about her own experience the same way I do. Maybe that song is not even about me, babe,” he calmly told his girlfriend, who was standing in front of him with fresh tears in her eyes. He hated to see her cry, and he hated that this wasn’t the first time she’d done it because of him. He tried to reach for her but she stepped back, shaking her head.

“Listen to the song.”

“Baby.”

“Listen to the song,” his girlfriend repeated without looking at him. “Why are you so afraid?”

“I’m not.”

“Then listen to it and tell me it’s not about you, and that she’s not throwing shades at me. I’m so tired of this girl telling the world about how horrible we are as if you had even dated her in the first place—”

“Fine,” Harry exhaled sharply, his eyes pinched shut. He hated that when his girlfriend got mad, she would get so mean for no reason, and the last thing he wanted to hear right now was her insulting Y/N. He knew Y/N. She had always been respectful to his new relationship. However, he wasn’t in the position to tell his girlfriend how to feel about this situation. He knew it was all his fault, so he stayed quiet, took the phone from his girlfriend and sat down on the edge of the bed. His girlfriend stood with her back against the wall facing him, waiting for him to play the song so she could see his reaction to it.

“Go on,” she told him, her voice emotionless.

Harry looked at the song on Spotify. It was titled deja vu. He took a deep breath and one last look at his girlfriend before finding enough courage to press play.

Y/N’s previous song about him had been blasted in every shop he’d visited, all the time when he was filming, every time he was in the car, and now, the moment he heard her voice again, it really did feel like deja vu.

Car rides down Malibu

Strawberry ice cream

One spoon for two…

“Are we there yet?”

“No, stop being so impatient! Just keep on driving!” Y/N said and looked out of the window on the passenger side. The sun was going down, and the horizon was gradually turning the colour of an egg yolk. It was their last day in Miami. They had been filming for every day that week, and this was the only day they could spend just for themselves.

Harry stole a glance at Y/N and saw that she’d finished half the strawberry ice cream while bobbing her head to the song Uptown Girl on the radio. He frowned, making her laugh when she noticed.

“Open your mouth,” she said and fed him a spoon of ice cream.

“Ahh, brain freeze!”

“But it’s good, isn’t it?”

“So good.” Harry licked his lips. The face he made got Y/N laughing harder.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at a secluded beach. Y/N had found this place when she traveled to this city alone two summers ago and almost got lost.

Together, she and Harry carried their picnic things through a palm forest, and by the time they saw the ocean, the moon had made a fading presence on the pink Miami sky.

Y/N picked up her shoes and ran towards the waves, letting it chase her back into Harry’s arms and nearly knocking him over. Their laughter echoed in the wind as their shadows stretched out long and lanky on the empty beach. In that very moment, it felt to Harry as if they were the only people in this world, and he had a sense of peace that he might never be able to experience again.

“You don’t get to see this in the city,” Y/N said dreamily as she pulled Harry’s jacket tighter around herself. It was dark now, and the sky above them was full of stars. They sat shoulder to shoulder on a picnic blanket, listening to the whispers of the ocean and the wind. Harry used Y/N’s jacket as a blanket because it was too small for him to put on. They’d laughed for five minutes straight when she told him he looked like that monkey from Aladdin and took plenty of photos just to prove the point.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” he said, still looking at the sky.

“Me neither,” Y/N sighed, her shoulder brushing his. There was a pause, and he could feel her eyes on him, so he turned and saw her looking. “When I get home,” she said with a small smile that made her eyes sparkle, “I’ll learn to drive, and when we come to Miami next time, I can drive you to this beach.”

“I’d love that,” Harry said, then made her pink-promise him.

“They went to Miami last week.”

Y/N blinked. The beach and starry sky disappeared in a second, and she found herself once again standing in the fitting room with her stylist and best friend.

“What?” her best friend marched over to where she stood in front of the full-length mirror.

Her stylist was holding the phone up to show her the article. “Here. Harry took that actress to Miami last week.”

“Don’t show her these!” Y/N’s best friend grabbed the phone and put it on the vanity desk as she gestured to the stylist. “You do your work. Enough chit-chatting.”

“I took him there,” Y/N said. She didn’t even recognise her own voice at first because she was too in shock. She didn’t think Harry would do something like that. But let’s be honest -- how much did she really know about him?

It had been a few months since his last text to her, which she had ignored, and now her song had been overplayed, and nobody cared about the drama anymore. The whole world had moved on, and she had, too. Or so she’d thought. Now, seeing these pictures of him and his girlfriend on that Miami beach made Y/N feel betrayed.

“Asshole,” her best friend said and grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t worry baby. You’re prettier.”

Y/N worked up a smile and opened her mouth to say that she was fine, but then she heard someone call her name and turn around. They weren’t calling for her. Just a name similar to hers that had become an inside joke between her and her friends.

The moment she locked eyes with Harry’s girlfriend, her heart seemed to stop as she held her breath, her lips thinned as if to hold back a scream. She didn’t know the girl personally and had never run into her before today. How unfortunate that they had to be in the same room after Y/N had seen those Miami pics.

“What is she doing here?” Y/N’s best friend asked the stylist the question Y/N was too afraid to ask.

“Fitting for an event, I guess,” the stylist said.

Y/N told them to just ignore the others and mind their own business. The sooner they got the measurements, the faster she could leave. Or she could leave right now and come back another day, but that would make it look like the other girl’s presence was bothering her. They were both actresses, and so they would have to run into each other at some point. She must be professional about it. This was normal. Just act normal.

“He’s so unique,” Harry’s girlfriend said while laughing with her team. Y/N didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but apparently, the girl was making sure that Y/N heard her loud and clear. “We were watching reruns of Glee last night, and he even sang to me and told me he loved me inbetween the chorus and the verse. Don’t touch the jacket! It’s Harry’s and it’s Gucci. We exchange jackets sometimes. Isn’t that adorable?”

“Show off,” Y/N’s best friend scoffed while shaking her head.

Y/N didn’t say anything. In her mind, she agreed with her best friend for a second and immediately felt that she was being petty so she forced herself to just be nonchalant about it.

She could not. She could not ignore the fact that she’d been replaced as if she didn’t matter. Harry was doing all the things he used to do with her with his new girl. Even taken her to that Miami beach. Their place.

Y/N bit her lip and tried to hold back the half-formed tears in her eyes as the stylist went on talking about the fabric. She chose a random one just to get this over with.

“I hope that fucker gets deja vu.”

“What?” Y/N blinked at her best friend, who gave a mean shrug as she glared at the girl.

“He’s probably thinking of you while doing all that shit with her.”

Y/N pondered over it. Over and over. Even after the girlfriend’s laughter had faded down the hallway, and Y/N was also packing up to leave the studio. Her best friend’s words stayed with her as she got into the car and watched the street of London pass by her window.

That night, when she was alone in her living room with her piano. She sat down and started playing a few experimental chords. Then, she cried. Her tears blurred the handwritten lyrics on her notebook as she tried again.

“I have this idea,” she told her manager on the phone before sending the recording. It was three in the morning.

“Oh my god,” her manager exclaimed, sounding much more enthusiastic than he had when picking up her call. “This song...is so gonna win a Grammy!”

Y/N’s song had won a Grammy.

They had talked about it for so long. Harry had encouraged her to pursue a singing career, because she’d started out as an actress but was blessed with the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

Ironic, wasn’t it? Now he was sitting at the front row and looking up at her as she received the award from an artist she looked up to, for the song written about him. She smiled at the crowd as the light shone on her and everyone was cheering because she deserved this. She said her thanks and expressed her gratitude to her family, her teams and her fans. She didn’t say his name. He hadn’t hoped that she would, because he knew there was no way his name would come with a positive message. So he was kind of glad she hadn’t mentioned him.

His girlfriend squeezed his arm as if she knew what he was thinking of. He smiled at his girlfriend. A smile of reassurance. They had put it behind them and promised to try again after all the fights about the song they were playing right now. Nothing would change after tonight. Because there was nothing Harry could change.

He caught Y/N’s eyes for one brief moment as she ascended the stage. Although he was sure he loved his girlfriend, there was something about that look that made him sad. Would he be happier to come here with Y/N tonight instead of his girlfriend? He wouldn’t know, because that would never happen. He didn’t even know if she still resented him, or if she was still the same person he remembered. A lot could change in a day let alone many months. And it was scary to think someone you used to know so much had become a complete stranger. The opposite of love wasn’t hate. It was indifference. And Harry felt it deeply as Y/N never paid him a second glance.

At the after-party, he worked up the courage to approach her when he found her standing alone texting on her phone.

“Hi. How are you?” he said.

Y/N looked at him as if she couldn’t understand English. If she ignored him and walked away, this would be the most humiliating moment of his life.

But no. She pressed her lips into a gentle smile and said, “I’m good. How are you?”

“Good.” He nodded, wanting to shake her hand, but his fingers stayed glued together behind his back. “Congratulations on your win.”

“Thank you.” She picked up the glass of wine on the table beside them, and Harry knew he’d lost his chance of shaking her hand tonight. “Did you like the song?”

“Yeah. It was good,” he said, finding it difficult to hold eye contact with her. There was something new about her that unsettled him, and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For speaking out about it.”

“Oh.” Y/N showed no emotion as she shrugged. “It’s alright. I only said the truth. The song was fictional, and I don’t want anyone to get hate for it.”

They both knew it wasn’t true, and he couldn’t tell her that his girlfriend had almost broken up with him for it. Even if he had told her that, he didn’t think Y/N would care. She didn’t look like the Y/N he knew anymore. Suddenly, he recalled that night on the beach, when she was still looking at him with feelings.

“Look, Y/N, I—”

Before he got a chance to form a proper thought for what he was going to say, his girlfriend, who was obviously drunk, shouted from somewhere behind him. “Babe, Jeff’s wearing a tiny jacket! He looks more like the monkey than you!”

Harry looked at Y/N. She held his gaze. The corners of her red lips quirked as she raised her glass. “Deja vu?”

Just like that, she left him standing there all by himself.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagines #harry styles angst #harry styles writing #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles one shots #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #deja vu #drivers license #olivia rodrigo

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bunnysuit-femboy · 3 years

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Forbidden

Pairing: Dilf!Armin x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Cheating, Use of the word sir, Fingering, Slightly manipulative Armin

Quick Summary: you’re a babysitter for the Arlert family and Mr. Arlert shows you just how much he appreciates your company

Notes: This was written for @1252291‘s Forbidden Collaboration! Thank you so much for letting me join the collab, I had so much fun writing this!

You greeted the lovely couple at the door, opening it wide enough for them to slip in amongst their quiet conversation. Mrs. Arlert didn’t give you so much as a hello before she was stomping up the stairs and to her room. Mr. Arlert was nicer than his wife though; he actually offered you a hello as he entered the house and a bit of conversation before offering to drive you home.

He talked to you briefly about the things he normally asked you about; how college was going for you, how the kiddo was that night, what you both had for dinner, and if you were ready to go. It was the same conversation you had with him every Friday night when he brought you over to watch his kid as he and his wife went out for their weekly date night.

Mr. Arlert led you to his car which was parked closest to the door. He was just as gentlemanly as he had been in his youth; he opened the front door for you, led you to the passenger side of his car and even opened that door for you as well. He’s your dream man, through and through, it’s something you realized six months ago after taking the job as his babysitter. He was everything you’ve ever wanted in a man.

As you drove towards your campus, Armin hummed to the music playing from the radio. He didn’t talk much since he had asked all of his regular questions for you at the door of his house. He didn’t have much more to say. So, he sang instead for you, humming the lyrics of most of the songs coming from his car.

You sat silently in his passenger seat. You watched as the buildings passed and the moon followed you and Mr. Arlert through the streets of the small college town. He was driving you back to your dorm building, driving carefully as he passed by drunk students and familiar buildings with your classes inside.

“I actually went to school here as well,” Armin said he passed by the Humanities building on the right, “I was an English major and a Psychology minor, believe it or not.”

You tilted your head towards the man, “A Psychology minor, I can believe - but an English major - I don’t think it suits you.”

Armin smiled at you, “What would you assume my major would be?”

“Something in medicine, probably. You’re just so formal, like a doctor. I could even see you being a physical therapist.” You shrugged at the man. “But, I do know that you teach poetry, so I guess it makes sense that you didn’t major in medicine.”

“Smart,” Armin said as he turned back to the road, “You used your context clues.”

You giggled into your hand, turning back to the buildings passing through your window. Armin wasn’t expecting that noise to come from your mouth, you let out such a lovely little laugh that it genuinely surprised him. He could hardly pay attention to the road afterwards, just looking at you with a new light in his eyes. He didn’t care what he had to do, he was willing to do it in order to hear that giggle come from your mouth again.

You turned towards the campus to hide your grinning face from Mr. Arlert. He kept sneaking peeks at you even though your focus wasn’t on him, he was hoping to catch a glimpse of your beautiful features. He almost didn’t hear you as you spoke, all of his attention focused on your person rather than your words.

“Mr. Arlert,” You nearly whispered into the passenger side window, “I really admire how deeply you and Mrs. Arlert love each other-”

“Oh, don’t.” Armin smiled bittersweetly to his steering wheel. “It’s really not something you should admire.”

You now looked at Mr.Arlert with wide eyes, “What do you mean?”

“We just-” Armin sighed before continuing. “We aren’t as perfect as you think we are.”

“What are you talking about?” Your mouth set itself into a pout as you stared at the man you’ve looked up to for so long. Not only was he an amazing man, he was an amazing father, and an amazing husband. And, to think a part of that was false drove you to a deep sense of sadness, like the feeling of finally meeting your role model and only realizing they were just another asshole in the world.

Armin grinned pityingly at you, “We’re just human, dear.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Mr. Arlert, confused with how somebody could crush your heart so casually with one sentence. You tried to hide your obvious disappointment with this new information, but it was so hard. Mr. Arlert was such an amazing man, he deserved a more real love - and he, above everything, deserved somebody who could give that to him.

Mr. Arlert drove dangerously slower than the speed limit and he even seemed to keep missing the road leading to your dorm building. It was as if he were successfully buying more time with you - pretending he didn’t know the familiar way back to your dorm, and even getting lost in the mostly abandoned parking lot once he finally found it.

You sighed before eventually turning to Mr. Arlert, “Why do you stay with her then? If you’re only pretending to be happy, then why don’t you leave your wife?”

You noticed a moment too late that maybe the question was a bit much. You were about to take the words back, quickly asking a more appropriate question. But, by the time your mind had thought of a second, better question, Mr. Arlert was already beginning to answer your last question.

Armin turned the car into an empty parking spot nowhere close to the front doors of the dorm building. He put his car into park before finally contemplating the question you asked him. He knew two answers, one answer that was true and the other answer being the one he knew you wanted to hear.

“I don’t know,” Armin answered, “I suppose it’s because-” Armin took a moment to think before continuing. “I guess it’s because I haven’t found the right person. I’m just stuck with my wife until I find somebody worth destroying that relationship for. It’s horrible, I know - I feel awful thinking this way, and thinking of these things.”

Armin ignored your face while he spoke, promptly avoiding the bright new look in your eyes. It was as if the world was coming together in the palm of your hands, like the puzzle pieces you’ve been collecting along the way were finally beginning to make a bigger picture. Mr. Arlert had said exactly what you wanted him to, even inviting you to fantasize about what his words could mean for you.

You said it yourself; Mr. Arlert was an amazing man and he deserved somebody who could give him real love. And, his wife wasn’t that person - he made that very clear, he was only with her because he had no other choice. And, you were sure Armin could find somebody out there in the world as a newly single silver fox. But, you also knew that he didn’t have to look so far for that real love, he could just look in his passenger seat for somebody who could love him unconditionally and indefinitely.

“It’s not,” You said as you gently laid a comforting hand on Mr.Arlert’s shoulder, “You deserve more than what she’s giving you, so nobody can blame you for wanting it.”

Wanting it was an understatement, Armin was practically frothing at the mouth from craving it. He couldn’t get through a single day without thinking about it - thinking about you. Thinking about how sweet your voice is towards him, even after hours of dealing with a child. Thinking about just how hard you giggle at his jokes, a soft laugh that echoes through his mind for hours afterwards. Thinking about just how slick and soft your thighs looked under the hem of your skirt, and how you seemed to play with his imagination when you bent over to pick up a toy in front of him. It was like you wanted him to stare, and like you wanted him to think about the feeling of your hips against his fingertips as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you from behind.

Armin turned slowly towards you, blue eyes sparkling thanks to the street light shining through his sunroof. His eyes watched your face carefully, afraid of missing a hint of discomfort. He wanted to lean into your touch - more than he’s wanted anything before in his life - but he would never allow himself to get closer to you if he knew you didn’t want him to.

“But,” Armin asked in a small tone, “Even if wanting something is okay, is having that same thing okay as well?”

You were suddenly hyper aware of Mr. Arlert’s eyes being glued to your lips. Your mouth was now dry, causing you to incessantly lick your lips, but nothing quite quenched the thirst your mouth craved. Being in this car alone with Mr. Arlert was turning your insides to mush, destroying your composure in front of his very eyes.

“Only if the other person wants it as well,” You said in a quiet voice only to be heard if Mr. Arlert were listening intently, “And I do.”

Armin’s eyes quickly glanced up to your own. His light blue eyes were shining with a new deepness of desire. He never felt this way with his wife - well, maybe once upon a time many, many years ago, but now - he only ever felt this way with you. He felt it from the moment he met you, from the moment you walked through his front door and into his house six months ago. It was like the dying flames of passion were suddenly reignited in his body.

And, he was so grateful that you could reverse what his wife had destroyed. He felt so thankful in fact that he wanted to prove to you how much he appreciates you. For babysitting his daughter, for making intellectual conversation, for wearing that skimpy little skirt you seemed to always be wearing around him - he wanted to show you just how much he appreciates everything you do, so he kissed you.

It was the only form of payment he could imagine, and he rather liked that it benefited himself as well as you. He liked that when he kissed you gently, you immediately pushed your mouth into his lips, only deepening the kiss. And, he liked that when he ran his hand gently through your hair, you moaned against his mouth, making him want to do the action over again and again. And - above everything else - Armin mostly liked that when he whispered how kissing you was wrong when he was married, you immediately answered with a plea for him to continue, swearing up and down that you wouldn’t tell a soul about what happened.

He liked how badly you wanted him, something his wife hasn’t shown him in many years.

Mr. Arlert’s rough hand was no longer in your hair, now instead on your smooth thigh. His calloused fingers moved under the hem of your small purple skirt, spreading your legs when he slid his finger down the crotch of your panties. The movement of his fingers had you moaning against his mouth as he continued to feel your throbbing cunt through the now wet fabric of your panties.

Your breath was hot against Armin’s mouth and it only encouraged him further. He could feel the ghost of a moan on your lips and he craved more. He wanted to hear you really moan for him, moan out in pleasure, moan out his name. He wanted to hear it all, every hiccup in your throat and every plea for him to go harder.

“Mr. Arlert,” You whispered breathlessly against his lips, “I want more, please.”

Armin chuckled to himself, “Mr. Arlert?” Armin leaned back from your face, taking in the sight of your delicate features illuminated by the streetlight above his car. Armin’s blue eyes carefully searched your face with just the ghost of a smile present across his lips. “You make me sound so old, just call me Armin.”

“But, Mr. Arlert-”

“Or,” Armin said with a soft grin, “You can call me sir.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Sir?”

Armin smiled, “Mhm, just like that.”

“Sir,” You mewled the word into his mouth, as Armin kissed you deeper. “Sir.” Between kisses, you whispered to Armin exactly what he wanted to hear. “Sir.” You wanted to please him, you craved to please him and to do so you had to do exactly what he asked of you. “Sir.” You would do anything he asked of you.

Armin practically whimpered into your mouth, “Say it again.”

Mr. Arlert’s hand is still under the hem of your skirt, his fingers brushing against your throbbing core. You could barely get an uninterrupted breath out, nevermind a full word. You were already overwhelmed by Mr. Arlert’s touch. Every graze of his fingertip against your body had you moaning desperately for more.

“Si-” Your word quickly turned into a moan out for Armin as his fingers plunged deeper into your panties. He was kissing you with each stroke of his fingers against your core, collecting the wetness that had settled there. Armin leaned back with a cocky smile against his lips, whispering a demand as he watched you struggle to speak.

“I wanna hear you say it again,” Armin said in a sweet tone contrary to the dirty things his fingers were doing, “Please, baby - if you say it again, I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

Whatever you asked? Of course you knew he meant in a shorter time frame, but your mind couldn’t help but jump to everything you could ask him. You could ask him to divorce his wife. You could ask him to marry you instead and let you love him indefinitely. Or - you supposed, for now - you could ask him to fuck you dumb in the backseat of his car. But, someday you’ll ask him to dedicate his everything to you, hopefully someday soon if he fucked you well enough.

Armin fingers teased the sensitive skin under the fabric of your panties. He played you like a piano, tipping his finger in, out, and around. Each movement was agonizing and satisfying at the same time, you moaned out for him to do more but he only refused. He was serious about his request and he wouldn’t accept your plea if you didn’t call him sir first - even though he wanted it just as much as you.

He almost couldn’t take it, he wanted to be inside of you but you were taking your time with calling for him. He had to stop himself from talking you through the word, babying you into speaking the way he used to help his daughter. He just wanted to touch you, couldn’t you give him this?

“Say it or-” Armin’s hand started to pull back from between your legs- “I don’t do anything to you.” You quickly grabbed his wrist, keeping his fingers close to your skirt.

“Sir!” You practically shouted the word into his mouth. You just wanted him to touch you and it made your blood run cold to feel him pulling away. “Touch me, please just touch me, sir.”

“That’s my girl.”

Armin did as promised, he did as you asked after complying to his request. He touched you, his hand was back under your panties and dipping his thick fingers into your wetness. It was hard to focus on the praises he whispered between your lips, you were too engrossed by his fingers diving in and out of you under the thin fabric of your skirt.

Armin groaned into your mouth as your fingers dug into his bicep. You pulled his arm closer to your body, causing his hands to follow. You bucked your hips up into his hand as you pulled his fingers deeper and deeper inside of you, hoping he could reach all of the parts inside of you that had never been touched before.

Only Armin could satisfy you completely, not the idiots you’ve given yourself to before.

Mr. Arlert was more experienced than all of those other boys. He didn’t just push himself into you, completely unaware of your own pleasure. No, Armin took his time with you, he moved his fingers in and out of you to the same beat of the song playing quietly in the background.

And when his thick and rough fingers were already deep inside of you, he curled them. The movement brought out a whole different noise from you, more like a cry out for Armin. This noise was surprisingly better than the giggle he heard earlier, and he couldn’t get enough of it or you.

You could feel his fingers bringing you closer and closer to your climax. And he could feel it as well, feel the way your body sucked him into you in more ways than one; the way your entrance pulled his fingers in, the way your hips jutted sloppily into his arm, and the way your face scrunched up in pleasure.

It only took two more strokes of Armin’s hand before the internal band in your stomach was snapping and you were releasing all over Armin’s fingers and the crotch of your panties. You had never felt so empty once Mr. Arlert had taken his fingers from inside of you.

“Mr. Arlert,” You whispered to him once he had turned himself back to the steering wheel, readying himself to leave. You put your arms around him, touching his back and thigh before leaning close enough to say the words. “Do you want me to-?”

“No,” Armin said much too quickly for your liking, “How about we do that next time? If I stay out much longer, my wife will get suspicious.”

You nodded frantically, “Okay - okay, next time - next Friday?”

Armin nodded with a gentle smile, “Next Friday.”

He kissed you once before letting you leave. It was stupid to think that anything more could happen between you and Mr. Arlert - you knew that. But, you couldn’t help but feel giddy as you stepped out of the car and walked off towards your dorm building. You couldn’t wait for next Friday, and - more specifically - the night after babysitting when Mr. Arlert would drive you home.

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