#midnight you come and pick me up no headlights long drive could end in burning flames or paradise || sirius

[glittery]

Midnight. You come and pick me up, no headlights. Long drive. Could end in burning flames or paradise. Fade into view, oh, it's been a while since I have even heard from you, heard from you.

1989 ERA Taylor Swift: The Era's Tour (Taylor's Version)

[mickyschumacher]

𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: carlos sainz and you have an on and off relationship: full of an alluring pain. and no matter what, it seems you two always come back to one another. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors DNI), infidelity, toxic relationship, reader has a vagina, unprotected sex (wrap it up like a gift!), reader slaps carlos, crying, ANGST, carlos bordering on being a sadist, cumming inside, fingering in the car, that being said - dangerous car driving, oral sex, incorrect model stuff probs, severely poorly utilised spanish, probs poorly written smut lol, probably missing plot holes but yeh

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: carlos sainz x model!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4k+

𝐀/𝐍: this is poorly based off taylor swift' 'style'. i hadn't realised i turned such a nice song into something well um... not nice? proof-read but as always, don't hold it against me!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⋆  •°.  。  .°•  ⋆

Before you even started your cat-and-mouse game with Carlos, you were well aware that he was trouble the moment he walked into the room.

Scratch that.

Formula One drivers were nuisances. Ask any other model on the street and they would probably agree with you.

You knew that it was a relationship you probably shouldn't even be in. He was always going to be away in a new country every other week while you were doing photoshoots and walking runways. You would barely have time with each other. You don't think that you could even label such a relationship 'long distance'.

So when your management sent you down to the infamous Monaco Grand Prix as eye-candy, how were you to deny those brown eyes constantly lingering on you, following your body as he sported a smug smile? No one would be in their right mind to not fall for a guy like Carlos.

The heated gazes, the flirty comments, the burning brushes of touch... it was clear for the both of you that you had to be together.

But of course, despite knowing all of this, you couldn't help still feel a bit emotional about your relationship.

midnight

you come and pick me up, no headlights

long drive

could end in burning flames or paradise

fade into view, oh

it's been a while since i have even heard from you

Here you were. In Miami. The sun had fully set and the rare few stars you could find had taken up their night shift.

You were just leaving the office of your management after having a discussion on what photoshoots you were doing in the upcoming weeks and what events you were attending.

Chanel, Dior, Ralph Lauren, YSL, Louis Vuitton...

Brands on any other general day you would've love to talk about. But your mind was in a state of disarray after receiving a message from a certain Spaniard.

hot spanish polla (prick)

pick you up in 15, princesa (princess)

behind your office.

Even now, looking at the message again, you let out a scoff. You scrolled up, finding the last message you had sent to him. In January.

It was currently May.

Your fingers clenched around your phone as you let out a shaky sigh. Despite all the rage you felt, of course you were here, in the secluded area of your company.

You looked down at your clothes. A model life meant wearing 'fashionable' clothes. You, your manager, and your stylist often pre-agreed on the outfits you wore just for the sake of your image. Today, your stylist had dressed you in a black mini skirt and maroon sweater. You neck and ears all adorned in thin gold jewellery while you feet were hugged by a classic pair of white sneakers.

You pursed your lips. At least you looked good.

But of course this was just like Carlos. Speaking, calling, texting... all when he wanted. You knew he was in Miami. You weren't an idiot. You had all of this season's races organised into your calendar.

You were just in disbelief that Carlos had the audacity to even text you after not hearing even a word from him in almost five months.

Your ears perked up to a low rumble of a car entering the area. The headlights were off but you could still spot it's familiar features. You eyed the iconic Prancing Horse and rolled your eyes. The love and hate you had for Ferrari was unexplainable.

The car stopped in front of you and the door of the driver's seat opened. Carlos came out as if he were in slow motion.

You sucked your tongue to your lips upon eyeing his appearance. He was in a black coat, a simple white shirt that stuck to his sculpted body paired with black trousers that brought out his stupidly defined thighs. Those thighs... god, how much time had you spent on them?

and i should tell you to leave 'cause i

know exactly where it leads, but i

watch us go 'round and 'round each time

Carlos waved a hand through his hair and smiled at you. You could feel his eyes waver over you, making you suppress the innate shudder his gaze would usually send you. You couldn't let him think that everything was okay.

He opened the door to the passenger side and gestured for you to come in with an extended hand.

You folded your arms and stared at him. Were you really going to do this? Yes. Was this what you deserved after so long? A man who felt dizzy for you but wouldn't speak to you for four months? Yes and no.... yes.

Carlos narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to look at you. He knew exactly what you were thinking. "Get in the car, Y/N. Before I make you."

There was nothing threatening about his tone. In fact, even if it was, it would be an empty threat. Because at the end of the day, the both of you knew you were going to.

You internally sighed, before walking up to the open door. You turned your head to him and gave an amused huff. "As if you would, Sainz."

Carlos flashed his classic grin, the very one that had gotten you into this mess in the first place, and watched you enter his car.

By the time you had but on your seatbelt and rested your arm on the door, Carlos had finally sat next you.

"You look good, cariño (darling)," Carlos murmured, bringing your hand up to his mouth to leave a small kiss.

You clenched your jaw at the fiery tingle that sprawled across your hand. You snatched your hand away. "I know. I look good all the time," You mentioned curtly.

Were you being a bitch? A bit catty? Simply put, yes. But you thought a man who usually got what he wanted deserved some sort of catty behaviour.

"Four months, Carlos, four goddamn months... of nothing," You sighed out.

A remorseful expression fell over Carlos' face. "I know. I'm so sorry, cariño. I don't have any excuses."

You huffed once again with an irked smile, folding your arms while you looked out your window. You could think of one. But maybe it wasn't time to bring it up right now. You were tired of this game already. You would rather a false peace than the raw reality.

Your eyes peered over to him. "Long drive home?" You asked.

Carlos smiled softly at you. "As per usual."

You nodded slowly and Carlos turned the key of the car. The engine came alive and seemingly so did he as his hand naturally fell to your thigh while he reversed out.

you got that james dean daydream look in your eye

and i got that red lip classic thing that you like

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carlos could feel your eyes on him as he drove down the empty, long roads of Miami, dotted with the sparsely spaced palm trees swaying in the warm summer breeze.

Your eyes trailed over every inch of him. His hair. His eyes. His lips. His neck. His body. Every crevice. As if you were trying to print an image in your mind.

You always looked at him like that. Carlos remembered asking you about it. "What are you looking at?" He would ask.

"Just you," You would retort, "I just can't believe someone like you exists."

Carlos would chuckle and question what you meant by that. You simply said he reminded you of James Dean. Even now. His hair was slightly grown and slicked back with the heat of Miami. His entire aura was smug and intoxicating. The entire world could see Carlos Sainz as the Spanish romantic driver, but you knew that behind that warming exterior, was something dirty... troublesome in the best way, in fact.

You, god, you were the complete opposite. Y/N L/N. The good girl model. Pure. Untainted. The type of model you would see in spreads of brands right after they had a controversy because your angel aura would put anyone back in the good books. No matter how revealing your clothes were or how much skin you had on display, you were somehow still the epitome of unadulterated goodness.

There was a saying that people often associated with good girls like you. Every good girl wants a bad boy to be good just for her.

You wished that wasn't true. How desperately had you avoided all those flashy teenage popstars and actors. But here you were inevitably falling for an intoxicating Carlos Sainz. Time and time again.

so it goes

he can't keep his wild eyes on the road

You let out a shaky sigh as Carlos' hand travelled closer and closer up your inner thigh. "Carlos," You warned, eyes widening slightly as those brown eyes were planted firmly on you, taking in every little movement of yours, instead of looking at the road.

"Yes, my ñina bonita (beautiful girl)," He answered almost questioningly in a teasing tone.

"Keep your eyes on the road," You weakly mumbled.

You both watched his fingers linger up your skirt. His fingers danced across your burning skin and paused at the thin material covering your core. You sucked in a sharp breath once those fingers met your panties.

Carlos grinned at your shaking eyes and the warm dampness on his fingers. "You make it hard to look away," He confessed earnestly.

You could feel his fingers rub your pussy ever so slowly, only just grazing over that sensitive nub of yours.

"Jesus fucking christ, Carlos," You hissed out, hips bucking at his touch.

Carlos could feel his pants become incredibly tight all of a sudden. The control he had over you was so enthralling that he wanted to simply stop in the middle of the highway, grab you by yours hips and fuck the living life out of you.

What a sight that would be. You straddling his lap, soaking his trousers as your ass rested against the Ferrari symbol embedded into the steering wheel. He would make sure that the brand he represented would be covered in your cum after he was done with you.

Carlos sucked in a sharp breath. "Jesus fucking christ, indeed, cariño," He managed to get out, blinking hard at the road in front of him.

He watched out of his peripheral vision as your head fell back against while his thick fingers pushed past your panties and slid against your drenched folds.

His fingers ventured and craved a journey, feeling each crevice of your pussy. Carlos thrusted his fingers into your warm walls, briefly watching you envelope him entirely.

"Fuck, Carlos," You moaned out, hand instinctively reaching out to covers his. You couldn't tell if you wanted him to stop in this horny haze or push him in even further.

It must have been the latter as you could feel his fingers delve further into you. Carlos let out a strangled moan, foot pressing further on the accelerator. He needed to get you home as fast he could.

takes me home

the lights are off, he's taking off his coat

i say "i heard, oh, that you've been out and about with some other girl"

he says, "what you heard is true

but i can't stop thinking 'bout you and i"

i said, "i've been there too a few times."

By the time you had reached home and got to your bedroom, the entire of your house remained living in the darkness you had found it in.

Carlos and you didn't need lights. If there was anything he was purely confident about, other than his driving of course, it was your body. He knew it like he knew those race tracks. Every curve. The distance from your breasts to your pussy. How long it would take you to cum. He knew it all.

Carlos shrugged off his coat somewhere onto your floor, needing a release from the heat surging through his body. Your shoes and socks he had pulled off in a haste as well.

His lips had found yours as his hands roamed your back, pulling him closer to you. His fingers snuck past the hem of your shirt, brushing your bare skin while reaching up your torso to find a neat surprise.

"No bra," Carlos' hoarse voiced queried with the sound of a smirk playing at his lips. At least thats what you could assume in the dark.

Carlos inched you towards your bed as if it was a second nature to him.

The soft silk sheets he had bought you last year consumed the both of you as his fingers brushed past your nipple.

You released yourself from this kiss at the action, gasping for the air that Carlos had taken from you.

"I heard you were with some other girl. Is this what you did with her?" You finally asked, feeling a small smirk grow onto your face despite the annoyance running through your body.

You could feel Carlos stop moving, probably boring those beautiful brown eyes of his into you.

He knew what you were talking about. February. Pre-testing season. The drivers, some staff and their partners had gotten together to celebrate the upcoming season.

Lando, like the photo lover he was, had decided to document the night with his camera and post it to his Instagram dedicated to photos, lando.jpg.

You had clicked on it a few hours later, deciding to see how much fun they were having while you were doing a photoshoot with Kim Jones. Pictures of Charles dancing terribly with Max had made you laugh. Carmen looking concerned for George's wellbeing as he took shots had made you laugh even harder. There was also a photo of Alex and Lily being the cute paddock couple they were while Carlos was drunkly looking into the camera

But then your fingers stopped on particular photo of Carlos.

He looked good, you could not deny him that. Flushed skin, hazed eyes, the perfect smile... all while dressed as the Madrid's richest.

But lo and behold, that wasn't the only thing getting your attention. Instead, it was the girl in his arms. The same girl who in the next few photos had her lips on him and his hands on her ass. You could even spot a fresh hickey that wasn't on her neck in the previous photo.

God, the comments and tweets were coming in at lightning speed.

user55: who's the girl? i thought carlos was with y/n?

user04: maybe they broke up?

user16: wasn't just with her for new years? jfc, that man needs to get a grip

mickyschumacher: y/n deserves better than this

user44: i wonder if she knows?

Quite soon after, Lando had taken down the post, apologising to you profusely. You reassured him it was okay, even though deep down you were exhausted of this.

Not only had Carlos been going around with another girl, but he didn't even have the decency to say sorry. He would rather say nothing.

Carlos didn't know what was worse. His growing guilt or the fact that your reaction was making him harder.

His fingers skimmed across your swollen lips. "Obviously what you saw was true. But the thing is... I can't stop thinking about you and I, princesa. You consume me for every second of the day. Even if I don't show it. Fuck, I have a ritual before every race, you know? To cum to your name... to your body."

Was is it a poor excuse? Yes. It didn't even explain why he had done it in the first place. But the most damning thing was, you didn't care. Or you could care less to begin with.

Instead you were turned on. The pool in your panties had gotten even bigger as you released a light moan at his words. Your hands travelled to his waist, peeling off his white shirt while he raised his arms. The combination of your body heat was so high that it could almost be considered unsafe for the average human.

"You're a lucky man, Sainz. I can't stop thinking about you too."

Carlos could only let out a moan at your words, removing your sweater before bringing his lips to your nipples, dividing his attention to them equally. His hands were busy unbuckling his belt and taking off his trousers.

Your hand reached into his long hair, gripping the locks tightly as he moaned against your breasts. You could hear the clink and thud of his belt and pants hitting the floor as he pushed up your skirt, unbothered to take it off.

In face, these mini skirts were going to be the death of Carlos. He loved them on you. It wasn't just the easy access to the heaven down there. But if he had to explain it, it was the way they rested on your thighs. Laying there simply, not doing anything but creating a monster in him.

Carlos pushed your panties to the side, plunging his fingers into you without any warning. He could feel you arch your back and push your head into the bed while you writhed under his touch.

"Fucking hell," You swore, clenching your thighs around his hands.

Carlos chuckled. "Such a dirty mouth, princesa," He stated before speeding up his pace.

Your loud moans echoed within your empty house. Your hips bucked into his hand, fucking yourself faster on him to chase the release he had built up in the pit of your stomach.

"You wanna cum, Y/N? Hmm? Tell me?"

The sweat was building up on your skin as Carlos had added his thumb over your clit. He rubbed his thumb briefly in slow circles but he had given up on the teasing. He wanted you to squirm in his hands because that's how much pleasure you were receiving. He flicked the nub in fast motions, dropping his warm spit into your hot folds.

"Holy–Carlos!"

Carlos smirked at the ironic combination of words following out of your mouth. Yes, he was holy. But if he was that divine, you were no angel. You were a sin. A goddess. A she-devil.

"I would love to watch you cum, princesa. I really would. But my cock is begging for you, hmm? I think your pussy deserves some attention that isn't my fingers, no?"

Carlos had stopped moving his hand and removed his fingers from you. He could feel you shake in his hold. From anger or pleasure, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he had left you begging for more.

Although it must've been anger.

Because almost immediately, he had heard it before he felt it. The sharp whack of the air. The burn on his cheek almost sizzling.

You could feel his hot gaze pierce through you as your chest heaved up and down in frustration. "You're a little shit, Carlos," You groaned. "Sorry, no. What was it in Spanish? Polla? Yes, fucking polla."

The room had turned eerie in seconds. Carlos' silence had started to worry you. You could still feel his gaze and hear his laboured breathing but he was saying nothing.

Suddenly you felt his hands wrap around your waist and move to his lap. You let out a gasp at the bare cock you had been placed upon and the sloppy lips resting near your ear.

"I think I need to fuck the nice back into you, princesa, no? Maybe if you become my little divine goddess, I'll let you cum, hmm? What do you think?" Carlos' whisper was hot and heavy in your ear. "Use your words, mi amor (my love)".

Goddamn it. He had broken out the 'mi amor'. The only thing that had you hanging by a thread. The sliver of hope that whatever you and Carlos had going on was more than this. That you truly loved one another.

"Yes, Carlos," You said, bringing a gentle peck to his lips.

You could feel him smile against your lips. "There's my good girl.''

Carlos pushed your panties aside, assured that you were stretched out and wet enough by his fingers. He grabbed his cock and was overcome with a shudder when rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds.

"Spit, cariño," His voice commanded.

You gathered all the saliva that had easily accumulated after salivating for this man and let the warm fluid fall from your lips.

Carlos couldn't see but he could just imagine if the lights were on. The bubbled liquid falling from those pretty lips of yours, turning into thin strings as they had perfectly landed on the slit of his cock.

He didn't even have to say anything as your nimble fingers rubbed your saliva over his shaft. You could hear his heavy breaths in the air and a small sigh of pleasure came from his lips. "Baby, let's get me in you, hmm?"

You let out a small whimper at his words before releasing a strangled moan as you pushed his cock into your pussy. You could feel each swollen and puffed out fold take him in and your warm walls wrapping around him tightly.

Carlos shut his eyes tightly. "Mierda (shit). You feel so good, princesa," He groaned, lifting his hips up.

You moaned in agreement, throwing your hands around his neck as he thrusted in and out of you.

The concept that cock could made a person dumb often sounded strange. But with Carlos, it was true. You couldn't do anything or say anything but moan in pleasure.

"Lamp. I need to see your face, princesa," Carlos muttered out in awkward pauses, rutting his hips against you in an angle that almost made it impossible for you stretch your arm out and turn on the lamp.

A yellow illuminated the room and finally, you could see each other.

You had made eye contact with Carlos. His eyes bore into you while his mouth was agape as if he was constantly ready to moan. His normally slicked hair was now tousled courtesy of your fingers.

Jesus, was he a sight to behold.

But Carlos didn't think any less of you. God, how were you even real? Your skin was flushed, hair sticking out in every direction, sweat and traces of your wetness across your body and your eyes: dazed with lust and bordering on the edge of being fucked out.

But most especially, those goddamn lips of yours. They were painted with red when Carlos had first picked you up. The red had faded, only trace amounts left mixed with the red flush of the swelling he had brought by kissing you. What a vision you were.

Your eyes flickered to the specifically red cheek that faced you. God, this man knew how to make you feel for anything. His hips jerked into you, pushing his cock deeper as every second passed. The spell he had on you was serious; dangerous.

You could feel a glaze of water fall over your eyes as your fingers brushed his reddened cheek. His skin was still warm from your slap. Carlos shivered at your touch, eyes fluttering shut.

"I'm sorry, Carlos," You murmured out so quietly that if he wasn't listening so intently, he would've missed it. "I didn't mean to."

Carlos could feel his heart pace as you softly kissed the burning skin of his. It was as if you were kissing his pain away. A warm tear from your eyes had fallen onto his cheek, making his heart melt.

Carlos could feel himself tighten at the action, even more so when you clenched your walls tightly around him.

"You think you deserve to cum, mi princesa?" Carlos queried, wrapping his hand around your jaw and making you turn to face him. His eyes shook at your teary eyed gaze. The mascara and eyeliner you wore had broken down. If he hadn't felt so soft for you, he would've teased you and said you looked like a racoon.

Carlos could feel you start to shake as you buried your nails into his skin. To his surprise, you shook your head no. You begun to slow your pace and clench around him, only trying to get him off.

"Oh mi amor, mi ñina bonita, you deserve to cum. You deserve a lot more than you know," Carlos whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear. He planted a soft kiss to your forehead before bringing his thumb to your clit, rubbing hard and increasing the speed of his cock thrusting in and out of you.

You couldn't help but let out a sob mixed with both pleasure and sadness. A wave of euphoria convulsed within your body as Carlos staggered to a halt in you. His cock twitched and throbbed, spilling his hot cum into your walls.

You bought Carlos into a tight hug, pushing yourself further onto his cock, making him groan again and release a few more ropes of his cum into you.

Carlos brought his lips to your shoulders and left a small trail of kisses as the two of you calmed down.

The double meaning to his words had thrown you off.

You could tell what he meant.

This why he had reached out in the first place.

His guilty glances. The poor excuses.

This was the last time.

Whatever this was between you... it had to end.

You both needed to move on.

But especially you.

It was a gutting feeling to know. But Carlos was right. This sadness, this anger, this toxicity could go on no longer. Despite being heartsick, you were happy though.

Because even if this ended, you had gone out in style.

𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[twstgarden]

✿ ❝ 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘄? ❞ (17+)

━ leona kingscholar x fem! reader ━ thinking you have moved on, you would not spare a glance at your ex, yet you found yourself looking back and fantasising about what could have been. getting no closure, you wonder if your relationship was really over. (modern au! the setting stays the same, but they are not students of night raven college) (f/n means first name) ━ song(s) used: is it over now? by taylor swift, style by taylor swift

17+, reader discretion is advised cw: (including, but not limited to) talks of unhealthy romantic relationships, hints of infidelity, implied intimacy/mature content, mentions of self-harm

requested by: @lqmoncake request type: oneshot requester's message: hii i was wondering if u could write a leona x reader (fem or gn wtv u want!!) story?? oneshot?? (sorry ive never requested anything) based off the song is it over now by taylor swift 🌝🌝 (the model in the song can be like vill or something idk whatever you want and can the new guy be malleus pls) thank u and take care mama 💗💗 florist's note: angst! my time to shine~ time to write for drama. thank you for the request, little one, and do take care of yourself as well. <3

this work may contain slight spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia’s arc.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

whilst you sat on the floor, you were rummaging through your belongings to sort out the things that are deemed as trash and ones that you might need. it was all going well until you came across a specific necklace.

you stared at the pendant of the golden necklace as memories started flooding your head. you kept telling yourself that you had moved on, that you were already happy with your current lover, malleus.

but sometimes, thoughts of the past start to haunt you.

being in a relationship with someone who never had their personal wounds healed can be quite traumatizing, to say the least, but oh, the first stages of a newly-bloomed relationship will always be blissful no matter how unhealthy it ends.

midnight you come and pick me up, no headlights a long drive could end in burning flames or paradise

not everyone was aware of your relationship with the second prince of sunset savanna, and that is exactly how you both wanted it. you knew what you walked into the moment you started dating this prince. you knew exactly what people would think once your relationship with him had been publicized.

and yet you did not care. all you knew was this blissful private relationship could either end badly or wonderfully, and you knew the former would have been the outcome if you were to be realistic.

this was another one of the nights where you stayed with him in his home. it was way past 12 in the morning as you went to his room and cuddled with him whilst you two spoke about your day, your hands tangled in his brown locks as he held you close by your waist.

and i should just tell you to leave, 'cause i know exactly where it leads, but i watch us go 'round and 'round each time

*six months have passed and the so-called honeymoon phase of the relationship started to die down. what you thought was a fairytale turned out to be just another average, if not worse, nightmare.

the little things have blown into intense arguments, every mistake ends up becoming a huge deal, and you desperately wanted to make it stop already, but you couldn't.

and how did that end? things go in a loop. one apologises, the other forgives, and love prevails, until another fight breaks out, and the cycle begins once more.

the couch and the bed that you have grown accustomed to have begun filling you up with memories - both good and bad. as you sat on the couch with leona, cuddling up with him, you whispered, "i love you."

"i love you too," he whispered back, and like a fool, you both believed it's you and him against the world, that you two would always stick together no matter how much the universe wanted to break you apart.

leona reached for something in his pocket and revealed a golden necklace, locking it around your neck as he spoke, "keep it." your eyes glanced at the pendant resting above your chest with a smile on your face, thanking him with a loving kiss on the cheek.

i say, 'i heard, oh that you've been out and about with some other girl' some other girl he says, 'what you heard is true, but i can't stop thinking 'bout you and i' i said, 'i've been there too a few times'

*nine months into the relationship. you'd think you were growing stronger, but in reality, it was starting to become a mess. a number of your close friends and mutual friends have been aware of your relationship, and the public has been slowly getting hints and making predictions that you two are actually dating, but neither you nor leona have confirmed it as you both wanted to stay private.

"i saw the second prince of sunset savanna with another princess!"

"no kidding! i saw him with her too."

and because of that, rumours have been spreading around that sent you worrying. doubts started to cross your mind, but you always pushed them back and told yourself, 'he would never do that. he respects me enough that he wouldn't do something so cruel.'

you were right.

"i was with her because my brother set up that meeting. it was to discuss topics related to the *mining and energy facilities of sunset savanna," spoke leona, informing you of the actual reason why he was seen with another woman. he realised it was feeding up doubts in your mind, making him frown a little and you can sense this might stir up another argument, "...did you think i was doing something else?"

"i'm sorry... it's just that i heard people talking and i assumed..." you trailed off.

"assumed that i was being unfaithful."

a stern tone was evident in leona's voice as he completed your sentence, disappointment was an expression clear as day on his face as you tried to console him, not wanting to escalate the topic further into another mentally draining argument.

"don't try to act like the victim here. people have seen you with vil and that bastard draconia, but did i say a word about it? no. because i trust you, f/n," snapped leona as he glared at you.

this statement made you upset as you glared back at him and retorted back, "i was only asking you! i did not mean to doubt you, but the way people talk about it was making it seem like you were doing something else!"

"so does your side of the story! i've heard others saying how you would openly flaunt at vil and shower him with compliments that i myself have never heard from you. i've heard others talking about how you would smile so sweetly at that bastard and comfort him when he feels down," argued leona, "but i chose to not believe them because i trust you. i trust you enough that you would never do something like that to me, and yet when you hear one rumour about me, you automatically assume i was cheating on you?"

that night went on with a fight and ended with him sleeping on that couch you both grew to love and hate, while you stayed on his bed. both had wanted nothing to do with the other for a while and opted for the so-called silent treatment.

'cause we never go out of style (we never go, we never go) we never go out of style take me home (ah) just take me home (ah) yeah, just take me home (ah) oh-oh, woah-oh, oh (out of style)

a week after the argument, you started to lose hope that your relationship will ever flourish well. you started to pack your belongings to return to your home while he was out doing business. you finished packing and carried your bag as you went downstairs, only to find him on the couch as it seemed he had returned from wherever he went.

he turned to look at you and stood up, wrapping his arms around you as he asked, "where are you going?" you didn't want to fall for it again, his arms around your waist and the sweet whispers in your ear, none of that, no matter how tempted you are. you looked up at him as you told him the truth, "i think we need a break..."

leona looked down at you as he asked, "why?" once again, you both shared your thoughts and apologised for all the wrongdoings done by each party. another chance out of several endless chances, and you found yourself retaking a break from him.

on and off. this was the best way to describe the current predicament of your relationship.

on and off. he'd drive you home and take you back to his.

on and off. you spent nights loving him and sharing your dreams with him, and you spent days arguing and crying over small mistakes and doubts.

until you never heard from him again. no text, no letters, no meet-ups. it was as if everything fell silent. there was no closure on either side.

once the flight had flown (uh-huh) with the wilt of a rose (uh-huh) i slept all alone (uh-huh) you still wouldn't go

back to the present, you eyed the golden necklace on your hand as you remembered when he gave this to you and realised he was wearing the same matching necklace. you sighed softly to yourself, placing it back on the box you found it in before settling on the bed, laying all alone with nothing but thoughts of your previous lover resurfacing again.

no matter where you are, no matter how hard you try to forget about him, reminders of your relationship with him will always resurface. you truly never felt alone with the memories haunting you every now and then.

let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later i see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor you search in every maiden's bed for somethin' greater, baby

morning weekends are generally a great time to spend with yourself, show some self-care and indulge in your hobbies while your current lover is busy with his royal duties.

does it seem like a coincidence? your ex was also a member of a royal family, and your current lover is also a member of a royal family, albeit he is in line for the throne, which adds more responsibilities.

to start your day, you decided to get some coffee in the nearby local café and possibly visit some spots you intended to go to. upon entering the café, you approached the counter and ordered your usual takeout. it was all going fine until you saw the barista brewing your coffee, he had the same shade of green eyes as he does, and a similar neutral expression that made him look so mysterious and stern.

you brushed it off, thinking that your mind is playing tricks on you again. the barista then handed you your drink and you thanked him, to which he gave you a small smug smile before returning back to work.

the same smile that you see on his face a lot.

you shook your head a little to snap out of your thoughts before walking away and leaving the café, trying your very best to think about something else and not your ex.

was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

you and leona never got closure from one another, and it left you wondering if your relationship with him was really over from the moment you heard the rumours of him with that princess you talked about and how their relationship had been growing close.

or was it over the moment you entered into a relationship with malleus? the moment you start to forget about leona and spend your days with your new lover, giving him the love and care he deserves. was it really over the moment you spent your nights with your new lover and not him?

thinking you had both moved on, you found peace with malleus. you never experienced hearing him raise his voice at you or argue over little things. he would always make a point to talk about an issue, and not yell about it as he thought that would amount to nothing.

what you went through in an unhealthy relationship moulded your perspective when it comes to love. what you deemed as normal, such as apologising for the little things and fearing to speak about certain topics to not anger your partner, was always deemed as odd to malleus.

this was another case of finding the person who truly loves you, but you are too wounded from the past and it may cause toxicity to arise in your relationship if you are not careful.

your new girl is my clone and did you think i didn't see you? there were flashin' lights at least i had the decency to keep my nights out of sight

as you scrolled through your phone, you came across an article from a famous entertainment news blog talking about the second prince of sunset savanna being arranged for a political marriage with a girl who has the same shade of hair and the same eye colour as you.

was it intentional for him to be destined to marry someone who looks like you?

you tried to brush that thought. surely, now that he was rumoured to get married, it meant it really was over. everyone was talking about it, from the littlest moments of them conversing in public areas to pictures of them spending time together privately.

at least you had the decency to keep the private aspects of your romance with malleus a secret.

oh, lord, i think about jumpin' off of very tall somethings just to see you come runnin' and say the one thing i've been wanting, but no

despite telling yourself that you have moved on, you still think of your ex from time to time. thoughts of even trying to harm yourself crossed your mind, in hopes that he would come and save you.

of course, that will always just be an imagination.

'maybe if i try to jump off this building, he'll come running.'

what a dangerous thought that was, and yet you never acted upon it as you knew better than to cut your life short over someone who made you feel so many things at once - both positive and negative.

you started to wonder what went wrong.

you knew that both of you had their contributions on how the relationship got unhealthy afterwards, and yet, you couldn't help but wonder what exactly was the reason that made your fairytale of a relationship turn into one hell of a nightmare.

was it the rumoured illicit affairs?

was it the rumoured blooming romance between you and someone else?

was it your mistrust?

was it his lack of comfort?

(flashin' lights; oh, lord; oh) let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later (oh) (flashin' lights) i was hoping you'd be there and say the one thing (oh, lord) i've been wanting (oh, lord) but no

and once again, you found yourself on the same coffee shop, looking at the cup you were holding as you watched the steam from the hot coffee with a soft sigh, smiling a little to yourself in an attempt to comfort and make you forget about such thoughts.

you have moved on, have you not?

*six months and *nine months refers to the three-six-nine rule which is noted to be an informal rule that some people follow when they are in a new romantic relationship (source). *mining and energy facilities is a reference to chapter 7 part 1's update where the third years discuss where they plan to have their internships and leona mentioned he'd do something related to the mining and energy facilities of his country.

© twstgarden 2023 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[ohdorothea]

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

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

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

🫶🫶🫶

Now That We Don't Talk lyrics

You went to a party, I heard from everybody

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

Did you get anxious though, on the way home?

I guess I'll never, ever know

Now that we don't talk

You grew your hair long, you got new icons

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

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

But I guess I don't have a say

Now that we don't talk

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

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

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

And what it cost

Now that we don't talk

What do you tell your friends we

Shared dinners, long weekends with?

Truth is, I can't pretend it's

Platonic, it's just ended, so

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

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

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

And what it cost

Now that we don't talk

I don't have to pretend I like acid rock

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

With important men who think important thoughts

Guess maybe I am better off

Now that we don't talk

And the only way back to my dignity

Was to turn into a shrouded mystery

Just like I had been when you were chasing me

Guess this is how it has to be

Now that we don't talk

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Style lyrics

Midnight

You come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh

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

I should just tell you to leave, 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

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

'Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style

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

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

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

'Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style

So it goes

He can't keep his wild eyes on the road

Takes me home

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

I say, "I heard, oh

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

Some other girl"

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

Can't stop thinking 'bout you and I"

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

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

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

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

'Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style

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

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

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

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

We never go out of style

Take me home

Just take me home

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

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

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

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

'Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style

[axlerica]

COOKING DINNER ~

-The one where Pedri came home from training and cooked dinner with Y/N-

After a long day of intense training on the football pitch, Pedri returned home to a warm and inviting scene. As he stepped inside, the aroma of baked salmon with roasted potatoes filled the air, making his stomach rumble with anticipation.

There, in the cozy kitchen, stood his girlfriend (Y/N), wearing an apron and swaying gently to the tune of "Daylight" by Taylor Swift playing in the background. Her infectious smile welcomed him, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy seeing her so carefree and happy.

Y/N: *smiles and greets him* "Hey, welcome home handsome! How was training?"

Pedri: "It was intense, but great. I missed you, though." *moves closer to Y/N for a hug*

Y/N: *laughs playfully and steps back slightly* "Hold on there, stinky! You need to take a shower first before I let you touch me."

Pedri: *pretends to be offended* "Stinky? Really? I thought you loved my football player scent."

Y/N: *laughs* "I do love you, but I also love fresh-smelling you better. So, off you go to the shower!"

Pedri: *smirks* "Alright, alright, I'll take a quick shower. But you better save some cooking for me!"

Y/N: *playfully rolls her eyes* "Don't worry, I will. Go freshen up, and I'll have everything ready when you're done."

Pedri: "Thanks, cariño . You're the best."

Y/N: *smiles* "I know. Now, go get that stinky scent off you, and come back to a delicious dinner!"

Pedri: *heading towards the bathroom* "Deal! Be ready for the best-cooked meal you've ever tasted!"

Y/N: *laughs* "I can't wait. Now, hurry up!"

Pedri: *winks* "I'll be quick, promise!"

Pedri: *finishes his shower and follows the inviting aroma to the kitchen, where he hears Y/N singing along to Taylor Swift's "Style"*

Pedri: *after a moment, he can't resist joining in and starts singing along with Y/N* "Midnights, you come and pick me up, no headlights~"

Y/N: *surprised and delighted, she smiles at him, their voices blending together* "Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise~"

Pedri: *softly takes her hand, intertwining their fingers as they continue singing together* "Fade into view, oh, it's been a while since I have even heard from you~"

Y/N: *feeling the warmth of their connection, she leans closer to him* "I should just tell you to leave 'cause I know exactly where it leads, but I watch us go 'round and 'round each time~"

Pedri and Y/N: *their voices intertwine in a heartfelt duet* "You got that James Dean, daydream look in your eye, and I got that red lip classic thing that you like~"

Their voices blend perfectly, creating a mesmerizing harmony that fills the room with warmth and love. As they sing the chorus together, time seems to stand still, and they feel an unbreakable connection between them. The song becomes an expression of their feelings, a testament to the deep bond they share.

Pedri: *looking into Y/N's eyes* "And when we go crashing down, we come back every time, 'cause we never go out of style~"

Y/N: *smiling, her heart swelling with affection* "We never go out of style~"

Pedri and Y/N found themselves drawn to each other, their hearts pounding in sync with the melody of the song still lingering in the air. Without hesitation, they closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tender, heartfelt kiss.

In that moment, time seemed to slow down, and everything else faded into the background. Their embrace was gentle yet passionate, as they melted into each other's touch. Soft, warm, and full of love, their lips moved together in perfect harmony, conveying emotions that words could never fully express.

As they kissed, a spark ignited between them, intensifying the connection they already shared. They felt the depth of their love in every brush of their lips, every gentle caress, and every fleeting moment of breathlessness. Their hearts beat as one, and they could feel the electricity of their affection coursing through their bodies.

The world around them ceased to exist, and they were lost in each other – two souls entwined in a dance of love and desire. Their fingers intertwined, holding onto each other as if they never wanted to let go.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Pedri couldn't resist a cute gesture after their intimate kiss. He reached out and gently booped Y/N's nose, making her giggle softly.

Y/N: *laughs* "Oh, you're being adorable now?"

Pedri: *grinning* "I can't help it when you're so cute!"

Y/N: *playfully pouting* "Well, you're cute too."

Pedri: *teasingly* "Oh, you think so? Maybe I'll have to boop your nose more often, then."

Y/N: *smiling* "I wouldn't mind that at all."

As they continued cooking together, the playful atmosphere lingered, and Pedri couldn't resist teasing Y/N, adding a touch of light-hearted banter to their time in the kitchen.

Pedri: “So, are you sure you know what you're doing there?"

Y/N: *laughs* "Of course! I'm an excellent cook."

Pedri: *raising an eyebrow playfully* "Hmm, I seem to recall a certain incident with burnt pancakes last week."

Y/N: *playfully nudges him* "Oh, hush! That was just a small mishap."

Pedri: *feigning concern* "I think I should be the official taste-tester just to make sure."

Y/N: *laughs* "Oh, really? I think I can handle it just fine."

As they bantered back and forth, their laughter filled the kitchen, making the cooking process even more enjoyable. Despite the teasing, they were a perfect team, effortlessly complementing each other's skills.

Pedri: *helping with the ingredients* "You know, it's really nice cooking together like this."

Y/N: “It is. I love spending time with you, whether it's on the pitch or in the kitchen."

Pedri: "Does that mean you want me to be your cooking partner from now on?"

Y/N: "Well, I guess you can stay as long as you promise not to eat all the ingredients before we finish cooking."

Pedri: *laughs* "Deal! But only if you promise to let me taste the food before serving."

Y/N: *laughs* "Deal! It's a cooking partnership then."

After all the cooking and teasing, Pedri and Y/N sat down together at the dining table, ready to enjoy the delicious meal they had prepared with love.

Pedri: *raising his glass* "To a fantastic cooking partnership and an even better meal!"

Y/N: *smiling, clinks her glass with his* "Cheers to us and many more moments like this."

They took a bite of the food, savoring the flavors, and exchanged knowing glances that spoke volumes of their satisfaction with the meal. The happiness in their hearts was palpable, and they felt a sense of contentment just being in each other's company.

Pedri: "I have to admit, this is even better than I imagined."

Y/N: "Told you so! I have some culinary skills up my sleeve."

Pedri: *chuckles* "I'll never doubt your cooking prowess again."

They continued to eat, sharing stories and laughter along the way. Every moment was a reminder of the love they had for each other and the joy they found in each other's presence.

As they finished their meal, Pedri and Y/N moved to the cozy couch, snuggling up together under a soft blanket. They scrolled through their movie collection, searching for the perfect film to watch.

Pedri: *smiling* "How about a romantic comedy? It seems fitting after our lovely dinner."

Y/N: *nods, smiling back* "Sounds perfect to me. I love a good rom-com."

They selected a heartwarming romantic comedy, and as the movie began, they leaned against each other, enjoying the comfort of being close.

As they watched the movie, they shared laughter, inside jokes, and gentle touches, their bond growing stronger with every passing minute. The love they felt for each other was evident in the way they looked at each other, in the way their fingers intertwined, and in the way they found comfort in each other's presence.

During funny moments in the movie, they would burst into laughter together, and during touching scenes, they would exchange affectionate glances, feeling the love and connection between them deepen.

As the night grew late and the coziness of the couch enveloped them, Y/N's eyes began to grow heavy. She nestled her head on Pedri's chest, finding comfort in the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Pedri, gently stroked her hair and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Y/N snuggled even closer, sighing contently as she drifted off to sleep.

In that serene moment, Pedri admired the peaceful expression on Y/N's face. He knew he was lucky to have her in his life, and he cherished every moment they shared together. Her presence brought a sense of calm and happiness that he couldn't imagine living without.

With a tender smile, he whispered softly, as if Y/N could hear him in her dreams, "You’re so cute, I love you so much.”

They stayed like that for a while, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace and the silence of the night. As Pedri watched Y/N sleeping soundly on his chest, he felt a surge of love and gratitude for the person he had in his arms.

With tender care, Pedri gently lifted Y/N into his arms, cradling her lovingly as he carried her to the bedroom. Her peaceful expression warmed his heart, and he was determined to make sure she had a restful sleep.

Once they reached the bed, he carefully laid her down, making sure she was comfortable. He tucked her in, pulling the soft covers snugly around her, ensuring she felt warm and safe.

Pedri stood by the bedside for a moment, admiring the person he loved so dearly, still smiling at the sight of her peaceful slumber. He couldn't help but plant another soft kiss on her forehead, expressing his love and affection.

"Sleep tight, mi amor," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

In that moment, Pedri knew that he had found his home in Y/N's heart.

Pedri then sleep right next to her. He carefully slipped under the covers, snuggling up to her, and pulled her gently into his embrace.

Feeling the warmth of his body and the softness of his touch, Y/N stirred slightly, as if sensing his presence. She nestled closer to him, finding comfort in his arms, even in her sleep.

Pedri smiled and with his arm around her, Pedri closed his eyes, content and grateful for the love they shared. As they drifted off to sleep together, their breathing synchronized, and their hearts beat as one.

And so, they slept peacefully through the night, wrapped in each other's arms, knowing that they were each other's home, and that tomorrow would bring another day of love and happiness together.

[cleon-playlist]

midnight you come and pick me up, no headlights long drive could end in burning flames or paradise

— style by taylor swift

[nednickerson]

okay i know we're all feeling insane about the vault tracks but let's not forget about midnight come and pick me up no headlights long drive could end in burning flames or paradise fade into view it's been a while since i have even heard from you (heard from you) i should just tell you to leave 'cause i know exactly where it leads but i watch us go round and round each time 'cause you've got that james dean daydream look in your eeeeyyyye and i've got that red lip classic thing that you liiiiike and when we go crashing down we come back every time 'cause we never go out of style we never go out of style you've got that long hair slicked back white t-shiiiirt and i've got that good girl faith and a tight little skiiiiiirt and when we go crashing down we come back every time 'cause we never go out of style we never go out of style!!!!!!!!!

[luv1eeee]

hello my name is Luvie. today I will tell you about a song that I often listen to. the song is a style sung by Taylor swift. why i like this song because the song has a cool tone even though the song is about love. the message of the style song is to tell about Taylor has a relationship with a man who has slicked back hair. this story was created because it was inspired when Taylor passed by Ali Payami's room, because the song has a good tune. I will show you the full lyrics.

Midnight

You come and pick me up, no headlights
Long drive
Could end in burning flames or paradise
Fade into view, oh
It's been a while since I have even heard from you (heard from you)

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

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

So it goes
He can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mm
Takes me home
The lights are off, he's taking off his coat, mm, yeah
I say, "I heard, oh
That you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl"

He says, "What you heard is true, but I
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout you and I"
I said, "I've been there too a few times"

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

Take me home
Just take me home
Yeah, just take me home
Oh, whoa, oh
(Out of style)

Oh, you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down (now we go), we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

" You got that long hair, Slicked back, White T-shirt "

These lyrics remind me of Mark who wears that style. and here is the photo

[nevmattsonroy]

thread para @boiando24hrs desse starter — STYLE de taylor swift.

                                   ◜ "midnight you come and pick me up? no headlights." avisou, se o outro tivesse carro e ficasse com os faróis ligados, podia chamar atenção de que estava saindo escondido. pesar de maior de idade, os pais enchiam o saco dele perguntando para onde ia a todo momento. "a long drive. could end in burning flames or paradise." dramatizou com um sorriso divertido, estava brincando, era apenas uma festa fora da cidade, trote da faculdade. "mas tá afim mesmo? não precisa ir comigo se não quiser."

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph <3, I hope you're doing well!🪩 there is a song that reminds me too much of Jhonlock and it is "Style" by Taylor Swift and I would like to add it to the Playlist

The rhythm and lyrics of the song give me a lot of Sherlock and Jhon vibes and the "Cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye" makes me think that Jhon was referring to Sherlock that way and Jhon himself as "And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like" and they'd be like 'And when we go crash down, we come back each time' Because they never go out of style!

(P.S: god, sorry, my English is sooo bad 😭)

[Verse 1] Midnight You come and pick me up, no headlights A long drive Could end in burning flames or paradise Fade into view, oh It's been a while since I have even heard from you (Heard from you) [Pre-Chorus] And I should just tell you to leave 'Cause I know exactly where it leads But I watch us go 'round and 'round each time [Chorus] You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style [Verse 2] So it goes He can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mmm Takes me home The lights are off, he's taking off his coat, mmm, yeah I say, "I heard, oh That you've been out and about with some other girl" Some other girl [Pre-Chorus] He says, "What you heard is true But I can't stop thinking 'bout you and I" I said, "I've been there too a few times" [Chorus] 'Cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt (A tight little skirt) And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style (We never go, we never go) We never go out of style [Bridge] Take me home (Ah) Just take me home (Ah) Yeah, just take me home (Ah) Oh-oh, woah-oh, oh (Out of style) [Chorus] Oh, you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down (And when we go) We come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style (Lyrics from Genius.com)

Hey Nonny!!

NO APOLOGIES ever! Thank you so much for this one, surprised it hasn't been recced before! I love it. Thank you so much for the addition!

🎶 LISTEN TO THE JOHNLOCK PLAYLIST ON [SPOTIFY] & [YOUTUBE] 🎶

[womanexile]

Probably not the same stories or inspiration, but elements made me think of this:

You Are in Love

One look, dark room Meant just for you Time moved too fast You play it back Buttons on a coat Light-hearted joke No proof, not much But you saw enough Small talk, he drives Coffee at midnight The light reflects The chain on your neck He says, "Look up" And your shoulders brush No proof, one touch But you felt enough

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you You can feel it on the way home, way home, you You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You are in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you You can feel it on the way home, way home, you You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love

And so it goes You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

Style

Midnight You come and pick me up, no headlights Long drive Could end in burning flames or paradise Fade into view, oh It's been a while since I have even heard from you (heard from you)

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

So it goes He can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mm Takes me home The lights are off, he's taking off his coat, mm, yeah I say, "I heard, oh That you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl"

He says, "What you heard is true, but I Can't stop thinkin' 'bout you and I" I said, "I've been there too a few times"

Lights Up

What do you mean? I'm sorry by the way I'm never coming back down Can't you see? I could, but wouldn't stay Wouldn't put it like that

What do you mean? I'm sorry by the way I'm never coming around It'd be so sweet if things just stayed the same La-da-da-da-da

All the lights couldn't put out the dark Running through my heart Lights up and they know who you are Know who you are Do you know who you are?

Shine Step into the light Shine So bright sometimes Shine I'm not ever going back

Oh it’s definitely the same inspiration

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HellooO everyone ( 👋🏻 ),introduce my name is Rasya Althafunnisa and today im going introduce too my favorite songs, My favorite songs is "Style" by Taylor swift, i like this song because kinda like my love story (?), i don't know but this song is included in the playlist of songs that I listen to while i studying, the message of this song is :

a relationship that loves each other even though they have differences, such as differences in character and appearance

The story behind this song is:

tells about Taylor Swift's ex who continues to interfere with Taylor Swift's life, even though they broke up a long time ago.

The full lyrics :

Midnight

You come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh

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

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

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

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

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

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

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

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

So it goes

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

Takes me home

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

I say, "I heard, oh

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

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

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

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

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

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take me home

Just take me home

Yeah, just take me home

Oh, whoa, oh

(Out of style)

Oh, you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down (now we go), we come back every time

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

Thank YouuuUu 👋🏻👋🏻

[lazysublimeengineer]

Betrothed - Chapter 8

Summary: “Marry me Isagi.” Reo’s calm and collected voice snapped out Isagi’s any wandering thoughts and he faced him harshly.

The impact was much like a ball landed unexpectedly on an enemy’s territory out in the field.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He bit out, demanding answers from him.

Reo remained unperturbed and unruffled by his outburst which made Isagi more irritated with him.

“It’s just like what I said Isagi. Marry me. Or do you have any other options in mind? For sure, your analytical mind can catch up with me, right? Or do I need to spell it out for you?” Reo replied with an arched brow but his mauve orbs held a glint of amusement at the other’s expressions, taking in delight of the multitude of expressions that flitted across the male’s face in just a few seconds.

- Or a Reosagi marriage of convenience AU that no one asked for but I still deliver: Isagi loses on the match and his career is on the line until Reo swoops in with an offer that could still save him and his future.

Characters: Isagi Y. & Reo M.

Link for the 7th chapter:

(A/N: Rating has changed folks. Be warned ahead of time that there will be an explicit sexual content and gratuitous smut in this chapter so if this is not your cup of tea and wanted to retain your innocence then I simply suggest for you to hit the back button after reading this note. But if all is good, then feel free to join me in this hell and continue reading downwards. Also, this was inspired by the 1989 track of “Style.” When I heard that song, it captured Reo perfectly and probably the love relationship that one would have with him. Lastly, I don’t own anything from the franchise except this fic of mine. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro & Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this beautiful yet classic song. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did upon writing it).

Midnight

You come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh

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

The light, ticking sounds were the only noise that can be heard in their room that night.

Reo was talking with some of his parent’s business associates outside as they will be meeting with him later that night at the hotel’s café when they go down there for a simple dinner.

Isagi didn’t know what constituted as a simple dinner with the rich people when they were practically invited to attend an evening luncheon meeting with the other guests that’s mostly around Reo’s social stratum.

So, again he needed to look his best.

He looked at himself in the mirror and adjusted his bowtie carefully and slicked back his hair with a comb after spraying it with some hairspray to keep its gravity and intact.

He wasn’t sure if he looked good enough to be by Reo’s side but he deemed it enough as presentable because he didn’t look like a drab. Fortunately, he was able to remember on how Reo’s mother adjusted his bowtie properly during their wedding so he wasn’t helpless this time.

Isagi was wearing a monochromatic gray tuxedo this time with a double-breasted navy-blue waistcoat and slim pants that gave contour to his shapely legs and thighs. He was still amid in making himself looked respectable in front of the mirror when he heard the door opened suddenly to reveal Reo who was making his way inside.

“Isagi are you done it’s almost 8—.” Reo stopped his sentence midway when he saw him and just stared at him for a moment.

His orchid irises raked over Isagi’s form from head to toe in silence.

This made Isagi paused in what he was doing and blinked owlishly at him. “Y-yeah. I’m almost done…?” He inwardly cursed at himself for stammering like an idiot in front of him. Damn it to hell. If Reo kept looking at him like that, Isagi might not be able to control his face any longer and he might’ve combusted in a multi shade of red because of self-consciousness and embarrassment!

“Oh right, right. I’ll just get something from the bedroom. Let’s both go down at the café once you’re done.” Reo cleared his throat before speaking then turned away and headed towards their bedroom hurriedly and didn’t wait for his response, leaving Isagi there with rubbing his nape awkwardly and feeling the tips of his ears turning into pinkish hues.

“Got it…” Isagi mumbled in response, trying in vain to fix his attention again on the mirror and fixed his bowtie but he could feel the slight tremor of his hands.

Fuck. Why was reacting like this? He could feel the loud beating of his heart inside his chest to the point that he might go deaf.

Just because Reo was staring at him like that didn’t mean he had to react like a bumbling adolescent idiot in front of him! It’s not like he likes him or anything—.

His mind came into a screeching halt and stared at himself in the mirror like he grew another head.

What the fuck.

Nope.

Nada.

Zilch.

He doesn’t have any feelings for him.

‘Don’t even go there Isagi.’ His mind warned him menacingly which made him grimaced inwardly.

“Get a damn grip over yourself Isagi and get your mind out of the gutter.” He berated himself in a harsh whisper before he took a deep breath and clapped his hands over his cheeks as if to rid out any of these nonsensical thoughts that continue to baffle and distract him.

They have a dinner event that they’re required to attend and he needed to have a presence of mind.

He just hoped that everything will go smoothly and they can sleep peacefully in their suite after this one.

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

The hotel’s café was already filled with the crowd as numerous guests who were dressed to nines were gathered inside and speaking with each other casually when they arrived at the venue.

Isagi’s eyes roamed around the place and his attention was caught briefly by the glittering splendor of the chandeliers suspended elegantly above the ceiling.

There was a long table at the side of the place decorated with trays of food and a beautiful four story of chocolate fountain was displayed in the middle of the extravagant buffet.

‘So much for a simple dinner event huh?’ Isagi thought ironically as everything screamed of exorbitance and opulence around him. It reminded him of those parties arranged by Gatsby on the novel he read at Chigiri’s place where the man himself always arranged flamboyant events like this for rich people.

“There you are! We thought you two wouldn’t be able to make it since y’know this is supposed to be a special getaway for a newly married couple such as both of you.” A male, gregarious voice snapped him out of his thoughts and caught Isagi’s attention as his gaze fell over at the smiling blond, middled aged man who clapped Reo by the shoulders.

“Of course, we’ll be here Mr. Smith. Wouldn’t miss out an important event such as this especially if the invitation was extended to us personally. It’s an honor to be here.” Reo replied smoothly before he added something and finally introduced Isagi to the man and to his other business associates beside him.

“By the way, this is my lovely husband, Isagi Yoichi. Yoichi, meet Mr. Smith, Director Allen, Managing Director Cooperhouse and Secretary Brown from Glasshouse Corporation.” A diplomatic smile hovered around his lips.

Isagi managed to smile at them courteously and extended his hand for a handshake. “Hello sirs. It’s nice to meet you all.”

Mr. Smith and the others shook his hand warmly, smiling at him. “So, you’re the one Reo’s speaking about. It’s quite true that he got a lovely and a talented husband in the field of soccer.”

Isagi tried to remain graceful and kept the polite smile on his lips even though simple compliments such as this left him bashful most of the time. “As Reo had said, it’s an honor to be here and to finally meet all of you. Thank you for having us.”

For the next few minutes, they exchange pleasantries and small talk before Reo was caught up in a small group and smiled apologetically at Isagi because he left him to his own devices for the next few more minutes.

Isagi could only smile back and nodded in understanding before he decided to roam around the place and ended up taking the glass of champagne being served by the waiters around.

He resisted the urge to yawn as he remained upright and presentable.

Damn it. This was one of the reasons why he didn’t like going to events like this.

Stuffy people and lavish crowds were not his thing overall.

Before he knew it, he was already reaching out for another glass of champagne and sipping on it, inwardly wishing that this dinner event could be over soon.

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reo didn’t know how many minutes had passed but he eventually had to bid goodbye to the people he was conversing with.

As much as he wanted to keep on talking with them, Isagi was still with him and he didn’t want to appear a neglectful husband in this crowd.

Besides he already had a bit too much alcohol in the system as he couldn’t outright reject their business associates on the offering of the glasses of whiskey around him.

‘Shit. I hope I didn’t lose him in here.’ Reo thought with a grimace as his eyes searched for Isagi’s presence around the place. He remained cool outside but he’s getting frantic and frankly tipsy.

Nevertheless, his gaze narrowed when he finaally saw Isagi sitting at one of the tables and laughing at some guy with brown hair conversing with him. He ignored the pesky feeling arose within him at the sight.

Well, he couldn’t fault Isagi for that as he was gone for how long he knew and probably grew bored out of his mind.

But still…

A melodious, inviting sound surrounded the whole place after a moment, signaling for a slow dance between partners.

Luck must be on his side because Reo took the opportunity gladly and strode around but not before getting a glass of whiskey again from one of the waiters who’s offering around the guests.

He drank it in one go and the hot, burning sensation sizzled around his throat going through his veins. Any remaining inhibitions or hesitations melted off his body as he focused solely on the dark blue haired striker alone.

“There you are dear. May I have this dance? Surely you wouldn’t mind that bud will you if I have a bit of a time with my husband?” Reo smiled congenially at them but his purple irises glinted sharply at the other guy who was beside Isagi.

If Isagi was surprised at his sudden appearance, his face didn’t show it as he smiled back tightly at him.

“Well of course not! Sure, go-ahead sir and enjoy.” The brown-haired male smiled at them and quickly left them.

Reo finally took Isagi’s hand and led him to the dancefloor of the hall room.

“Must be pretty interesting out there while I’m gone.” Reo commented lightly as his hands wrapped around Isagi’s waist and started to sway at the music.

“It is. But maybe it’s more fun on your side since you enjoy talking with your buddies out there.” Isagi replied in a low, sardonic voice as he placed both of his hands on his shoulders and tried to follow the other movements.

“Well, I can’t exactly leave a pleasant conversation without seemingly rude so I have to endure it.”

“And I can’t exactly reject every person who wanted to talk to me earlier. I don’t wanna tarnish my husband’s name by being an unpleasant person around.” Isagi countered as his blue irises clashed against Reo’s deep, pomegranate ones.

Their hot, languorous breaths mixed with alcohol brushed teasingly against their skin at their proximity, creating a silent tension that gripped both as they continued dancing together.

No words were spoken between the two of them after that before Reo finally let him go as the song ended.

The night is young but they both knew that this dinner event was the least of their concerns and interests.

“It’s getting late. What do you say in heading back upstairs?” Reo asked casually but his smoldering gaze almost made Isagi breathless at the sight.

“Right. Sure.” Was the only thing that Isagi could say as he followed the other leaving the café.

So it goes

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

Takes me home

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

I say, "I heard, oh

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

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

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

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

Together, they spent the remaining time stumbling hazily back to their suite.

Both were drunk but surprisingly Reo was more in a drunken stupor than Isagi considering that Reo was now giggling childishly and humming out a tune a bit loudly much to Isagi’s chagrin and embarrassment.

Isagi was now tipsy and was on the verge of being stupidly drunk as well if he didn’t utterly forced himself to stop drinking from the glasses of champagne and other liquors that the waiters offered around to their guests.

“God Reo. Just help me out here will you and walk properly! I can almost sink to the ground by your drunken ass putting all your weight into me.” Isagi grumbled as they trudged haphazardly into the quiet corridors going to their suite.

“Loosen up will you Isagi-kun.” Reo replied teasingly before a laughter erupted from his lips again which made Isagi shook his head before they finally made it inside their suite and closed the door behind them.

Isagi begrudgingly hoisted Reo up going to their bedroom and was trying to get him lie on the bed peacefully before he lost his balance and they came stumbling down on the mattress with Isagi landing on the bed and Reo on top of him.

Isagi stared at him wide eyed. Reo’s face was only a few inches apart. And if he moved closer, he’ll probably end up kissing him.

So, he should push him away, right?

But why the fuck he’s not doing anything but instead stared at him like a lovesick idiot who was anticipating the other’s next move?

Isagi swallowed thickly and Reo’s gaze seemed to follow his every movement.

But he knew the moment that Reo closed the distance between the two of them and captured his lips in a feathery kiss that promised of everything yet nothing at the same time, it was his imminent downfall.

Isagi could taste the sharp tang of whiskey from Reo’s lips. But the other’s kiss grew fervent and hungry. It made him dizzier and more intoxicated that Isagi could only gripped the lapels of his shirt for support and guidance as he felt that he might fall apart if he didn’t hold on to him right there and then.

But after a moment, Isagi suddenly pulled away with a groan leaving his lips as he broke off the kiss to heave some deep breaths with Reo automatically latching his mouth into the pale column of his throat and letting his tongue darted out to lick, kiss and left some love bites on the sensitive expanse of his skin which made Isagi gasped and turned into a moaning mess.

Isagi knew that they should stop. He should stop him rather because there was still an ounce of lucidity clinging into him despite the inebriation, he felt from the alcohol he drank earlier. However, his body was not cooperating with him and developed a mind of its own and seemed to be enjoying the electrifying kisses and sensations that Reo gave to him that left him wanting for more.

If it’s so wrong why the hell did it seem so right?

Isagi knew that this could be his utter downfall when he let Reo kissed him as if there was no tomorrow waiting for them and let his hands roamed all over his body that left a trail of fire. But right now, he couldn’t care less about his future and focused more on the present which was the mind-numbing pleasure that Reo was giving to him.

Both of his hands had made it into his scalp and carded his fingers through his hair as Reo continued showering his neck with kitten licks and fiery kisses before it travelled downwards, settling into his exposed collarbone after Reo’s hands unbuttoned his shirt where his leaned chest peeked through the fabric and the draft of cold air from the air conditioner made Isagi shivered from cold breeze and hot breaths of Reo crawling over his skin simultaneously.

“Ngh… Reo… Ah… That’s…” Isagi gasped lightly and pulled on his hair reflexively when the onslaught of pleasure hit right through him upon feeling Reo’s warm tongue encircling on one of his sensitive nubs across his chest which grew erect and tinted with darker hues of pink when it was lavish with enthusiastic kisses, licking and sucking from the other.

“Hm? What is it?” Reo asked huskily as his drunken gaze landed up on him but his tongue continued to circle around Isagi’s nipples teasingly.

“I-I’m s-sensitive around t-there…” Isagi stammered, a delicious moan leaving his lips as Reo continued his ministrations against his chest, his body shaking like a leaf underneath.

“That’s good because it means I’m doing it right.” Reo shot him a devious smirk before he focused his attention on his body again and let his heated lips dove right into his chest hungrily again with the intent to lavish it with passionate kisses and love bites that left Isagi breathless and mind floating in cloud nine.

As moments passed them by, Isagi found himself naked beneath him as Reo finally undressed him successfully and threw his last piece of garment haphazardly across the room. Despite the cloud of haze circling on his judgment, a tiny part of himself felt embarrassed at having been exposed like this in front of Reo and he could feel himself looking away from him.

“Hey, hey. Look at me pretty boy. Don’t shy away from me now.” Reo remarked in equal tenderness and silkiness as one of his fingers tilted around on Isagi’s chin and turned him around his direction so that he can face him. It revealed the other sporting a faint blush on his cheeks which he found cute yet sexy at the same time.

“Not f-fair… I’m totally naked while you’re still fully dressed on the other hand.” Isagi grumbled weakly which made Reo chuckled lightly under his breath.

“You wanna undress me then? Go ahead. I’ll grant my dear husband’s wish to take them off.” He replied in a teasing yet seductive voice that sent Isagi’s heart somersaulting inside his chest.

“God, you’re still insufferable even if you’re drunk as hell.” Isagi scoffed lightly to hide the reddening of his cheeks and the nervous anticipation creeping up on him slowly as he got up from the mattress and kneeled in front of him.

His hands were slightly shaking as he started to take off his vest and then unbuttoned his white shirt. Isagi refused to look at him on the eye and focused his gaze on his task of undressing him. But he couldn’t help the light gasp that escaped his lips when the sight of his well-sculpted chest peeked through his shirt. The well-defined muscles and lean frame were finally revealed in front of his eyes. Isagi could only stare in a quiet yet begrudging admiration that Reo’s body was temptingly beautiful as his face.

Reo seemed to notice the other’s expression on his face which made him chuckle huskily under his breath.

“Like what you see?” Reo asked playfully.

That seemed to shake off the stupor from Isagi’s mind and brought him back to the present. He glowered at him out of embarrassment of being caught ogling at him before he successfully discarded his vest and shirt and threw it recklessly on the ground.

“Shut up you dumbass. I’ll take off your pants now.” He replied testily as his hands were now on the button of his pants.

He felt Reo’s gaze burning on him but he refused to give in and looked back. Instead, he focused on unbuttoning his pants then slowly unzipping it. His breath hitched as he caught the sight of an elegant looking pair of black retro styled boxers which hugged his thighs perfectly and revealed the other’s plump derriere and the shape of the other’s cock which was now erect. It made Isagi’s heart jumped out of his throat and swallowed thickly.

Fuck. He could see how lengthy it was and how wide its girth was through the fabric of his damn boxers alone which was probably seducing him.

‘Do I also need to take it off?’ He thought hesitantly before he slapped himself inwardly.

Now was not the time to back off.

If Reo witnessed his second-guessing nature, then he’ll probably tease and mock him for being a scaredy cat. And Isagi was having none of that bullshit.

He doesn’t back away from any challenges even if it’s something like this.

So, without further ado, he placed his hands on the waistband of his boxers and took it off in one go, discarding it successfully into the ground.

His mouth watered at the sight. Reo’s dick is as pretty as his face. It’s not a monstrous cock. But it’s a curvy, lengthy one with a wide girth and small veins on the side. Its tip was a deep shade of lustful pink, precum was slowly dripping on it. Isagi found it hard to move, breathe nor think logically at the sight of Reo’s cock and naked body in front of him.

His eyes couldn’t help but to roam over the rest of him and he noticed his shapely legs and toned thighs that’s tantalizing him to be smothered by those lusciously beneath them. His robust arms were also prominent in this angle because of his long and active career in soccer previously. Reo wasn’t a brawn muscly type like Kunigami nor Barou. Nevertheless, he possessed a lean svelte yet well sculpted frame that could rival the sophistication and beauty of the statues of Gods in Rome.

In a moment of dazed curiosity, one of his fingers brushed unconsciously to the tip of Reo’s cock which earned a hiss and low groan from the other which caught his attention. There was a look hazy pleasure and want coloring his face and Isagi decided that he really liked that kind of expression on his face. Maybe it was the alcohol or the inhibition melting away from him but Isagi grew bolder and finally wrapped his hand slowly around his cock, giving it a teasing stroke, which drew a lecherous moan from the other.

“Fuck. You like that don’t you?” Isagi breathed out, his blue eyes turning into a deeper shade of indigo as his pupils were blown wide with lust and want while he gazed intently at Reo’s reaction.

“Fuck Isagi. I didn’t know you have it in you.” Reo laughed breathlessly only to be interrupted by a series of moans as Isagi stroked him faster and harder.

“You’re not the only one who can tease me all the time my dear, loving husband.” Isagi drawled out mockingly but it only made the arousal in Reo spiked higher, seeing this kind of boldness from Isagi alluring and invigorating at the same time.

Isagi wore a drunken smirk on his face as he continued stroking him vigorously, stealing Reo’s breath and made his body shook as the electrifying sensation shot through his veins. One of his hands reached out to Isagi’s wrist and made him paused on his movements.

“If we wanna make this last then you need to stop doing that.” He growled out lowly, his eyes flashing darkly.

“Or else what?” Isagi taunted back in a silky voice.

“Or else I’m gonna lose it and I won’t be able to do this.” Reo replied huskily as he finally pushed Isagi down the mattress and loomed over him which made the other widened his eyes for a fraction of second, his heart thundering wildly inside his chest as he could only stare at Reo’s next actions in a stupefied yet mesmerized manner.

Reo situated on top of him and in between his legs before he took both of the other’s legs and wrapped it around his waist firmly for support. With the unbridled passion and impatience thrumming on his veins, he didn’t waste his time as he finally gave a one, swift thrust and breached his sensitive walls that made them gasped and moaned out in unison at the overwhelming sensation that shot right through them.

Isagi froze beneath him, his breath got caught in his throat as he stared wide eyed at Reo. He swallowed thickly as he could feel Reo’s throbbing cock brushing along his velvety walls and stretching him to the limit. He felt like he was being torn in half because of how big he was.

“Fuck.” Isagi gasped lightly as his arms held into his back for dear life and buried his nails along his back which made the other hissed at the sudden sensation.

Despite the drunken haze that Reo was in, he recognized the tone and expression on Isagi’s face alone which halted his movements and try to give him time to adjust to their current position even if his body was itching to rail him on the mattress mercilessly like an animal in heat.

Reo couldn’t help but to lean down on his face and brushed his lips soothingly against Isagi’s lips as if he wanted to make him relax with his kisses alone. “Ah, fuck. Isagi try to relax, will you? I-I’m not gonna move until you tell me to.” He murmured against his lips as Reo tried his very best to ignore the other’s hot breath brushing against his own, the feel of the other’s legs tangled on his hips seductively and the way their bodies were so close that the slightest friction against them set their nerves on fire.

Isagi automatically reciprocated his soft kiss with a gentle coax on his own, his mind was going elsewhere as he could feel the warm, dizzying sensation of his lips against his and how the pain was being slowly replaced by an addicting pleasure that coursed along his body as he felt his cock was going much deeper inside of him and going through the intimate spots that he never knew he possessed within himself.

“R-reo… Y-you can t-try to move now…” He mumbled hotly against his mouth as he kissed him now more hungrily and couldn’t resist but to grind down teasingly beneath him which earned a guttural moan from the other.

“God fucking damn it Yoichi. I swear you enjoy teasing the hell out of me. You’re gonna regret it, you naughty little vixen.” Reo replied throatily before he pulled away suddenly and slammed right into him which made Isagi moaned out loudly in delight and surprise.

“Ah, Reo! Fuck! S-slow d-down…! T-too much…!” He mewled like a helpless kitten beneath him as Reo’s thrusts grew more vigorous and enthusiastic, plowing him recklessly on the mattress which made the bed creaked viciously against their wild movements.

“Such a naughty little liar too my dear Yoichi. Your mouth wants me to slow down but your body tells me otherwise and is way more honest.” Reo cooed teasingly as he stared down at the pleasure ridden face of Isagi. Drool was dripping out of his mouth, face completely flushed, pupils were blown wide with lust; ardor and sinful moans were pouring out of his red bitten lips.

“Ngh… F-fuck you…” Isagi glared at him weakly before a helpless mewl escaped from his lips as Reo continued to piston his insides in reckless abandon, hitting his sweet spot repeatedly.

“I am fucking you properly Yoichi. Or my husband would like to take it nice and slow?” Reo asked with a saccharine smile on his lips as he slowly halted his movements which made Isagi whined needily.

“S-stop t-teasing me… Damn it Reo… Don’t you dare fucking stop…!” Isagi warned but it came out as a breathless plea for him to move.

“But I thought you wanted me to slow down?” Reo replied innocently.

Isagi wanted to punch the living daylights out of him but the wanton need of his body to be filled up by him won so instead he decided to play along with him.

One of his hands took him by the nape and brought Reo’s face down closer to him, looking at him with unabashed need and want which Reo took by surprise.

Isagi captured his lips in a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue coaxing gently for the other to grant him a deeper access towards the entrance of his mouth. As if moth being drawn to a flame, Reo slowly closed his eyes and let himself be reeled to the sweet, languorous embrace of Isagi before he suddenly realized through his haze that it was a tempestuous trap laid in front of him as Isagi rolled his hips beneath him and wrapped his legs tightly against his hips which made him gasped and groaned against his mouth as he felt his cock brushed deeper on his silky yet scorching walls of intense need. Isagi didn’t waste his time as he plundered his tongue inside Reo’s mouth and licked at the sensitive crevices that had him moaning hotly against him.

“Ngh… Fuck. Isagi…” He groaned lightly as Isagi continued his ministrations and grinded teasingly under him.

“C’mon Reo… Give it to me now… P-please… I know you want to…” Isagi whined softly but his eyes told him a different story as it gleamed darkly against him which made Reo’s blood roared in his veins.

With a one, last swift kiss, Reo pulled away licking his bottom lip as he shot a predatory gaze towards Isagi which made the other shivered deliciously underneath him.

Fuck. How could he forget? He almost laughs at his brief lapse of judgment as Isagi can be cunning and devious when being challenged especially if he wanted to get what he wants.

He almost fell for it.

Almost.

“Alright. Playtime’s over. Don’t blame me for pushing my buttons my dear husband.” He growled lightly before he gripped his waist tightly which might leave bruises tomorrow. He pulled away and snapped his hips, thrusting forward with such ferocity that had Isagi mewling like a bitch in heat and eyes rolling back in ecstasy and pleasure.

“Fuck yes! H-harder! God don’t stop! Fuck Reo! Why’re so big…!” Isagi babbled incoherently as he let himself be swept away by the storm of passion engulfing them and let Reo pounced on him repeatedly that had his insides screaming out in delight every time his cock throbbed lasciviously around him.

“Maybe you’re the one to blame here hmm? Teasing and fooling me like that Yoichi… Bet you really like it huh? Being use as a fleshlight like this.” Reo chuckled darkly only to be interrupted by a series of moans as Isagi dug grooves on his back, the pain and pleasure hitting his veins simultaneously.

“R-reo… I-I c-can’t… I’m g-gonna… Please let me come…!” Isagi whimpered as tears of pleasure streamed down his cheeks.

Reo’s other hand had made its way to his neglected cock and stroke it furiously, the sensation doubling over as he continued to rail him wildly on the bed.

“Then come for me Yoichi… I know you want to…” Reo whispered huskily and Isagi came out with a cry leaving his lips, painting his hand and their chests with his glistening cum.

A weak moan left Isagi’s lips as Reo continued to pound on him recklessly, chasing his own high.

“Fuck Yoichi. I’m c-close… I n-need t-to p—.”

Reo stopped midsentence as his eyes grew wide when he felt that Isagi’s legs wrapped around him like a vice and stared at him incredulously.

“Inside Reo.”

“What?”

“I want you to finish it inside of me… Please…” Isagi smiled drunkenly at him which made Reo lost it and leaned down to smash their lips together in a wild and dirty kiss before his body shook like a leaf when he reached his climax and painted his insides with his thick, hot ropes of cum.

Isagi moaned salaciously against his mouth upon being filled up to his brim instantaneously.

After riding his high, Reo slowly pulled and rolled away, landing on the other side of the bed as he heaved a deep breath, his heart still thundering wildly inside his chest.

He was about to speak when he turned around and realized that Isagi passed out beside him from the combined intoxication and exhaustion of receiving the brunt of their “session together.”

Reo couldn’t help the amused yet soft smile lingered on his lips, looking at him before he took some tissues from bedside table and wiped his body away quickly of the cum and sweat covering his skin and threw it away on the nearest trash bin.

Too exhausted to even realize what he did next, he pulled Isagi closer to his frame and let the other rested his head against his chest, not wanting to think about his actions and the next day that would come.

Oh, you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down (now we go), we come back every time

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

[valerielovestaylorswift]

Midnight

You come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh

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

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

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

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

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

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

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

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

So it goes

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

Takes me home

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

I say, "I heard, oh

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

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

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

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

❤️❤️

@taylorswift @taylornation

[snarling-through-our-smiles]

okay so I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS TO BE TRUE AT ALL, but all of 1989 becomes WAY funnier if you view it as an extended metaphor for vehicular manslaughter and a hit-and-run

So the pertinent verse of Out Of the Woods goes: "Remember when you hit the brakes too soon? // Twenty stitches in a hospital room // When you started crying, baby, I did too // But when the sun came up, I was looking at you."

What song comes right after Out Of the Woods on the tracklist? All You Had to Do Was Stay. How do those lyrics go?

"The more I think about it now, the less I know // All I know is that you drove us off the road."

And the song that immediately PRECEDES Out Of the Woods? Style. And the lyrics to that go: "Midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights // Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise." Later in the song: "So it goes // He can't keep his wild eyes on the road."

Wonderland? "Flashing lights and we took a wrong turn // And we fell down a rabbit hole."

I Wish You Would? "It's 2AM, in your car // Windows down, I pass my street, the memories start // You say it's in the past, and drive straight ahead." Later, "We're a crooked love, in a straight line down // Makes you wanna run and hide, but it makes you turn right back around."

it's a little sad that people expect songs to always reflect the lives of the lyricist and not a sign of the lyricist's strong imagination.

you don't know mitski. you don't know hozier. kate bush did not witness a murder of a hammer horror star and take their role as the hunchback of notre dame (it would be fun if she did though)

[music-in-my-veins14]

Midnight You come and pick me up, no headlights Long drive Could end in burning flames or paradise Fade into view, oh It's been a while since I have even heard from you (heard from you)