#we both are swifties so any taylor songs go

[shidouryusm]

samiruuu! do you have a selfship playlist for you and gojo? what are your top songs?

Amiruuuu this is such a wonderful question.

Hehehhe I dooo and some of them are especially curated by Satoru himself😌 our top 5 songs are

1. Hey Daddy- Usher (guess who added this)

2. My love my all mine- mitski

3. lover- taylor swift

4. Delicate- taylor swift

5. Sad girl- lana del rey

special honorary mention to- agora hills because we love jamming to it randomly out of nowhere together

[stzrgirl4norris]

The Sound Of Our Love Song - LN4

Lando Norris x Reader (smau)

Summary: Lando starts posting cryptic romantic love songs on his instagram posts, slowly soft launching his girlfriend

based on this request by my favorite anon

🎵 Taylor Swift – Lover

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lando been getting into lattes lately

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yourusername: this better be almond milk

georgerussell63: Woah, personalized takeout cups messages... So we’re in year 8 now?

danielricciardo: oh we’re ENCHANTED now huh

> lando terrible joke now mate

oscarpiastri Glad you acquired taste

user i wonder what possessed lando into drinking coffee

user this is 100% a “I just met her but I’m obsessed” post

user okay king but why this song? 😭

user someone get this man a breakup playlist or a girlfriend

user was not expecting lover with that matcha pic but I respect the chaos

user are you okay bestie blink twice

user blink twice if that matcha is a metaphor

user lando norris confirmed swiftie was not on my bingo card

🎵 Strawberry Wine - Noah Kakan

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lando cool latte art ☕

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yourusername bold of you to post my latte art without credit

> user "without credit" now chat what is this????

oscarpiastri are you gonna marry her or just send increasingly cryptic latte posts

user is this the male version of writing her name in your notebook over and over

user not strawberry wine im not okay 😭😩

user bro is in love love

user bold of you to assume i wouldn’t overanalyze this

maxverstappen1 I liked this before I saw the song, Unliking.

> user what is wrong with noah kahan??😭😭

🎵Close to You - Gracie Abrams

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lando the only winner's you'll ever see😎

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charles_leclerc I resent this caption

oscarpiastri I didn’t get any Italy gifts

danielricciardo gracie abrams is wild here

alex_albon this man is being soft in a group photo

georgerussell63 There is a lot of thrid wheeling here

user lando are you living in a romcom?

user HE’S SO BAD AT HIDING HER I’M OBSESSED

user this is the slowest soft launch in history but also the best

user is this a pr relationship soft launch or is he just being quirky???

user ok but why does he keep using love songs? this is literally a bro pic 😭😭

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🎵Mama, You Been On My Mind - Jeff Buckley

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lando i give her props for the song suggestion this time ❤️

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danielricciardo: i feel like i just watched a proposal in 4 pictures

charles_leclerc: wow she actually likes you. incredible. 👏

oscarpiastri: i’m free. i’m finally free.

georgerussell63: i’m not crying i just… fell down the stairs.

alex_albon: this post healed my seasonal depression 🤌

> lilymhe same. and i don’t even follow him

carlossainz55: can you do a boyfriend tutorial or is it too late for us? 😅

yourusername please i was not ready for the feet pic 😭

user THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

user i was ready for a hard launch, but NOT a love letter in JPEG format

user sir. SIR. we were not READY.

user this is the most aesthetic relationship reveal in f1 history

user anyway i’m going to go sit outside in the rain now

🎵Happy Together - The Turtles

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yourusername he can stop pretending he likes coffee now

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lando thank god.

oscarpiastri I’m getting cavities just looking at this

maxverstappen1 I muted you both and it’s still not enough

lilymhe this is what couples therapy wishes it could do

user we watched a latte become a metaphor for soulmates

user she is the blueprint. the bar. the standard.

user she picked the best love song in the world. i can’t do this anymore

user this isn’t a soft launch or a hard launch anymore. this is a ✨cinematic universe ✨

[staytinyville]

Cruel Summer

↣ Summary: It was never really brought up what Jeonghan did for a living. You didn’t live under a rock, however you just didn’t want your summer to go to waste. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Jeonghan x reader

↣ Genre: mature 

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!jeonghan, summer romance, fwb

↣ Word Count: 5.4k

↣ Warnings: oral (m and f recieving) honestly nothing is really hardcore and I feel I sucked at this smut so I really don't know what to put lol

↣ A/N: We love song fics. I had to ask who I wanted for this song and there were a couple but I wanted to do Seventeen. I have more Taylor swift song fics to make honestly. This is for the Taylor Swift Fic event on my page. Please read some of the other amazing writers who are swifties just as much as the next person!

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The cold air of the A/C blowing in your rented out apartment, blasted out the door the moment you opened it. You shoved the man inside without a care, slamming him against the wall beside door lips finding any part of skin within reach. His snorted, fingers barely catching the door to keep it from making a loud noise as it shut.

Jeonghan snorted, stretching his neck to give you more access. “You’re impatient.”

“Says the one who had his hands down my dress in the uber.” You murmured, tongue licking the sweat that had built up from the club you came from. 

“They weren’t down your dress.” He shoved you off him, hands moving along your body as he bunch up the clothing around your waist to reach skin in a hurry. 

“The inside of my thigh counts as the same thing.” You breathed, giggling to yourself as he walked you backwards further into your apartment. 

Jeonghan found his way to the couch, quickly falling on top of you as you accommodated him between your legs. Your dress has rode up on your hips, exposing your panties to his wandering fingers. You let out breathless moans as the tips teased at your hips. You felt his thumbs dip closer to you core, messaging the bone almost.

He let out a snort from your collarbone, drifting his hands down the sides of your thighs. “You’re literally heating up here.”

You whined, clenching your thighs as his hands rubbed at your inner thighs. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not.” He whispered leaning closer, his lips running along your neck until he reached your mouth. “I can only imagine how you feel wrapped around me.” 

Your fingers dug into the back of skull, getting a grunt from him as you lightly scratched at his scalp. “Take off my clothes and all your imaginations will come true.”

He didn’t bother to tease after that. Both of you quickly rushed to take off your clothing. The fabric was thrown across the floor, on the back of the couch—some of it still hanging from your legs. 

You moaned as his chest pressed to yours, arms wrapping around his shoulders and hands gripping onto his hair again. He gave breathless groans every time you pulled, his mouth moving harsher against your skin. 

It wasn’t a fight for dominance—you didn’t really care who topped. It was just an aggressive game of push and pull. Jeonghan’s teeth would scrape against you and you would pull him back to feel the cold air on your wet skin. 

“Fuck, suck pretty skin.” He spoke to himself, reaching the top of your breasts. 

“Want to ruin it.” His tongue poked out and gave a flat lick to your nipple. 

You squeaked out, pushing your chest farther into his mouth. When he got two licks in for each nipple, he leaned back up, hands flying to your hips as he turned you onto your hands and knees. When you noticed him moving to crouch closer to your heat, you shuffled towards the arm rest to lean over. 

You giggled as you caught him ogling your core. 

“You’re clenching over nothing.” He said with an open jaw, moving to lightly touch your slick. 

You wiggled your hips, teasing him as you felt the tip of his finger probing at your entrance. 

“Wait.” He scolded, giving your ass a loud smack.

You gasped, whining as you pushed your hips back. “Do it again.” You pouted, arching your back to give him your ass cheek again. 

He chuckled, leaning up as he scooted closer to pull your ass flush against his hips. His palms smoothed over your cheeks letting you think that the inflicted pain was about to come but it hadn’t. When he watched your head turn to give him a pout, that was when his hand reeled back and harshly connected with your asscheek again. 

You squeaked, flinching upwards as you wiggled around from the electrifying nerves running through your nerves. Jeonghan moved onto the other side, giving you another smack that quickly caused your skin to burn in a pleasurable way. 

He leaned back down, his thumbs spreading your lips apart causing the tips of his fingers to lightly scrape at your most sensitive parts. You panted breathlessly, trying to keep from moving too much from the sensitivity of your nerves. 

When you felt his breath hitting your core, you squealed, flinching back and causing your thighs to clench together. You heard his chuckle before you felt his lips fully enclose themselves around your clit. This caused your fingers to scratch at the couch, hips pushing themselves further against his face as he ate you out from behind. 

He wasn’t shy with where his tongue and lips went. He gladly sucked on your outer lips while moving to shove his tongue teasing into your hole. And from there he only moved back to suck on your slit once more. 

“Jeonghan…”You moaned, falling off the armrest of the couch to arch your back fully. 

“You’re so sensitive.” The man teased, laughing into your cunt as you lifted off your knees from all your squirming. 

“Taste so good though…” He moaned, eyes hooding over as he looked back down to your core. “How many fingers can you fit?” He asked himself. 

You moaned louder when he pressed his middle finger into your heat, biting his lip at how warm and tight you felt clenching on his one finger. He sucked on his teeth and grinned wickedly when he easily found your sweet spot inside, wasting no time putting in a second finger. 

You panting had him quickly leaning up and wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from moving. His hips pulled your heated ass flush to him as he fingers suddenly began to curl into your g-spot. 

The wet sound of Jeonghan’s fingers paired with the way he was lightly pushing at your good spot had you groaning louder, throat going dry from not being able to swallow your spit. It was when his other hand pulled around to play with your clit that you began to see black cloud around your eyes and your legs gave out on you causing you to fall forward from his fingers. 

“Jeonghan…” You whined softly, body twitching as your orgasm spread through your body. 

He shifted once more, getting to his knees as he spread your ass apart to lick up the mess you left between your thighs. You mewled softly, hips slowly rotating as he lightly probed at you with his tongue. You turned on your back when you finally got your bearings together, giving him a giggle. 

He went back to cleaning you up, looking up at you from between your thighs. You smiled as you watched him grin, hand lightly treading through his hair. 

“My turn?” You grinned, scratching his scalp causing him to roll his eyes back. 

He slurped loudly as he leaned up, climbing back onto the couch. His tongue swiped across his lips, being greedy and going all the way out to reach his chin in a teasing manner. You laughed again, quickly coming back which surprised Jeonghan how ready you were to go after an orgasm. 

As your legs moved to make room on the couch, he sat against the other armrest, legs spreading open as one arm moved to the back of the couch. 

He gave his hard leaking member a glance, lips pulled over his teeth in a sharp grin. “Be my guest.”

**

“I’m going to look the menu over so I know what I want to order. That way we don’t have to wait the moment we are seated.” You told your friend, quickly pulling out your phone to find the restaurant's menu online. 

“That’s smart.” Your two other friends pulled out their own devices, following your lead. 

It was girl’s night out, and while you would have enjoyed going out to a club or bar, you had already done that last night out so this time around was tame compared to those adventures. Rather than getting sweaty against other equally as sweaty bodies, the night was going to be spent at a popular steak house enjoying gossip about the past couple of weeks. 

Besides, you hadn’t gotten the chance to tell your friends all about your sexcapade from two weeks ago. All they knew was that you had gone out with a man who you claimed to them you trusted enough. If anything you were shocked he trusted you. 

“Oh! We’ll set a table up for you boys right away!” The hostess spoke up loudly, causing everyone who had been waiting for a table to huff quietly at the special treatment the people who had walked in seemed to get. 

You glance up to see who it had been, eyebrows raising when you notice one of the men with a neat bun tied at the bottom of his neck. Your eyes went wide, eyebrows raising as a grin seemed to overtake your lips. Your leg began to bounce up and down in anticipation, body fidgeting as you wanted him to find you waiting there but didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. 

Him and his 5 other friends waited on the other side of the lobby, his hands in his pockets as he laughed at something one of them said. They were dressed to the nines–as one usually is in the kind of restaurant you had gone to. It wasn’t a suit and tie but it for sure was much more formal than his leather jacket from the club. 

It had been two weeks since you had been with him. You remember him leaving in the afternoon after you both woke up. He was a gentleman, nothing really awkward between the two of you as you both got ready for the rest of the day. He told you he had the day off but you explained you didn’t want to keep him, opting to walk him to the front door. 

You both felt content with the night, not really thinking anything of it because there weren't any stale feelings that morning when you both were sober. You waved goodbye at him with a bright smile on your face, the stress of the week having been taken care of by him. And he walked with a pep in his step, a giggle falling from your lips.

There wasn’t an exchange of numbers or socials. You both had thought that it was a one time thing that wasn’t going to continue not matter how good it was. And yet here you both were two weeks later at the same restaurant with the same group of friends. 

“Okay, we got what we want to eat.” One of your friends spoke up, making you turn. 

“We are ready for you!” The hostess called out, smiling at the group of men. 

One of your friends scoffed loudly, crossing her arms as she had a glare on her face from seeing the group of men get seated before everyone else just because they got special treatment. It caught the attention of some of them but they didn’t pay any mind to the upset woman, following the hostess to reach their table. 

However, Jeonghan had been one of the men who looked over, seemingly doing a double take at the bashful smile you had on your face as he made eye contact with you. He began to smirk to himself, standing up straighter and fixing his tie for a moment. With one last glance at you, he followed his group of friends. 

“Group of five?” The hostess called after a couple of minutes, watching as your group stood up to follow. 

You had been seated at a circle booth in the corner of the restaurant, allowing your friends to slide in as you sat yourself at one of the ends. You fixed your outfit as you got comfortable, placing one leg over the other as you smiled at the waiter who came to ask for your drinks. In order to enjoy the food instead of waiting another two hours, you all told him your orders, content with the way the waiter smiled your way and said that the food would be out as fast as possible.  

Jeonghan had been seated close to the middle of the restaurant due to how many people were in his group. So naturally, he had seen your group pass and could easily make out your form at the end of the booth. He had a grin on his face every time he would look up to meet your eyes already looking at him. 

While you tried your best to enjoy your time with your group of friends, you couldn’t help but fidget at the way you were able to feel his eyes on you. It wasn’t like he was the only one making sex eyes at the other. You were trying not to be obvious every time you looked over, trying to keep an eye on the conversations your friends were having while also taking a peak at Jeonghan. 

After finishing your second fruity drink, you decided it was best to take a restroom break from all the laughing you were doing. It was best not to pee yourself while talking so much trash about other people from your college. What you didn’t catch was someone else also getting up.

When you walked out into the hallway that led to the bathrooms you froze for a moment before laughing to yourself. You grew closer to the man casually leaning against the wall, barely moving his head to look at you. 

“Is there a line in the men’s bathroom?” You asked with a smirk. 

“Not at all. Just making sure there wasn’t a creepy perv preying on people going to the bathroom by themselves.” Jeonghan swiped his tongue along his lips, his teeth showing in a teasing smile. 

“So waiting outside the woman’s bathroom isn’t pervy at all?” You giggled, hands falling onto Jeonghan’s shoulders as his own fell to your hips. 

“I was just making sure you were okay.” He pouted playfully. 

He looked down at your lips, pulling you closer for a moment. “You didn’t leave me anything to contact you again.” He whispered. 

“Didn’t think you wanted something.” You bumped your nose with his, giving him a peck.

“I didn’t.” He shrugged. “However, seeing you again, I think I should ask for it now.”

“Mhm. Liked it that much?” 

“Can’t recreate the way you sucked me off.” He hummed. 

“Tell me when.” You gave him a kiss, the man sucking in a breath. 

He hummed out, pushing you back before looking out to see if anyone was coming to the bathroom. Turning back to you, he took your arm in hand pulling it off him. His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. 

“You’re gonna regret your words.”

**

It’s not like you did. 

It was a bit sporadic the way he would call you up and ask to hook up. You weren’t complaining–you didn’t have much to do at your apartment and no work to keep you busy during the night when the escapades would happen. And being able to destress the week away a few times a week was absolutely amazing. 

It really depended on who was in the mood to lead. When he would take control it meant being treated like a pillow princess and get to cum more often than not. Sometimes you had to watch where things went down because you really didn’t want to sleep on a soaked mattress. But you weren’t complaining when you couldn’t feel your legs for a few seconds. 

However, when you took the reins, Jeonghan’s breathless moans and head thrown back was just as pleasing. He was more than happy to lean back and allow you to take him as you pleased. Just like in that moment. 

There was something about the way Jeonghan had turned up at your apartment with a tired look on his face and a pout. It was one of those where you knew you were going to please him. And you were more than happy to take care of him the way he always took care of you when you called him up. 

You had him take off his shirt, arms stretched along the couch and legs spread wide open to accommodate you between them. You were naked, except your panties that you left, giving his stomach light kisses as you tried to get his nerves to become sensitive. 

He still wore his jeans, but that was something you personally enjoyed. There was something about being naked in front of him while he still had his clothes on. However, because you were more than happy to allow him time to suck on your nipples it made you want to take off the rest of your clothes before he even did. There was something calming about sucking on some tits. 

At that point though, you had him resting on the couch while you pulled his zipper down and ready to pull out his hard length. You enjoyed teasing, mostly to get the nerves fired up which made everything else feel amazing. You had already reached that point though as his skin reached a red color and his adams apple bobbed up and down the closer you got to his cock. 

“Can you please get to it?” He breathed out, hips rotating just a bit to catch your attention. 

You chuckled. “Impatient.”

You pulled him out, boxers moved to rest under his balls. He lifted his hips up to get the rest of his jeans off and to his knees to be more comfortable, leaning back to allow you room. It had been a tough few days for him so you knew exactly what he wanted. 

You didn’t wait anymore, laying your tongue flat against the bottom of his length before dragging it up to his tip. You wrapped your mouth around him, flicking the bottom of his head lightly before sucking with all you could. It was only for a fleeting moment though as you quickly pulled back to grip his length tightly at his base. 

You wiggled closer, knees scraping against the fuzzy carpet in your living room. Your nails lightly scratched at his thighs after you placed his cock back in your mouth. This time you didn’t bother to tease him anymore, deciding to go all the way down until your nose was tickled by the trimmed hair he had. 

Jeonghan cooed, breathlessly letting out a moan as his hands moved to run his fingers through your scalp. He let out quiet oo’s and aa’s, hips lifting just a bit as he slowly allowed himself to fuck your mouth. 

When he felt you keep still at one point, he took it as the moment to start thrusting up. He didn’t try to force himself harder than you could go so he slowly moved back and forth, fingers holding your head up in a delicate manner. 

“Sweet girl, thank you.” He moaned out, head falling back against the couch. “Such a pretty mouth. Always so good to me.”

Your cheeks hallowed and you quickly pushed his hips down when his praise reached your ears. When he started to whine the way he did, it made you want to suck the soul out of him. So you would always try to make him reach his high faster. 

There was a trick you had that always seemed to make him moan louder. You’d push him down, giving him the signal to stop moving. Then you would take him all the way to the back of your throat–slowly so as to not gag around him. And when you felt comfortable enough, you would use the back of your tongue to suction his tip which would have him whimpering. 

“Yes, please.” He moaned. 

His fingers went down your scalp again, legs spreading wider. 

“You know how to please a guy.” He chuckled, a huff falling from his lips after. “Such a good girl.” He rubbed his fingers along your chin, feeling your throat moving as you took his cock further. 

“Gonna cum, baby.” He breathed out, head flying back and hips pushing further into your mouth. 

You braced yourself, swallowing more of him so he could cum down your throat. And when you heard his loud groan, fingers moving along his nipples and his hand pushing you further down, you closed your eyes trying not to moan yourself or else you wouldn’t be able to take him all. 

When it became too much, you pulled back, swallowing what you could and pumping his hot length to allow him to finish completely. Your throat felt sticky as you kept trying to swallow your spit to get rid of his cum but it didn’t matter when you looked up at Jeonghan’s closed eyes and lips pressed together.  

You quietly moaned to yourself, sitting up from the floor to reach over to his lips. He didn’t bother to stop you, allowing your tongue to fall into his mouth and play around with his. He was breathless, feeling up your chest again as he got your nipple hard and played with it. 

“You good?” You asked, a teasing smile on your lips and you placed a knee between his legs, leaning closer to allow his face to reach your chest. 

He hummed tiredly, going back to sucking your tits once more. “Always.”

He let go with a pop, looking up at you with a teasing grin. “Wanna sit on my cock?”

**

The following morning you had woken up laying on his naked chest. It wasn’t anything new, ever since the first night it was obvious that he would be staying the night. However, as of recently he had been slowly staying longer than the last. 

This time you found yourself making breakfast for two after fully waking up. Last time you were in the midst of making your breakfast when he gave your cheek a kiss and left the front door. You weren’t going to keep him if he didn’t want but since you made food for two, you were going to force him to take the food. You weren’t about to let it go to waste. 

You laughed to yourself as he walked into the kitchen with his hair all over the place. “There’s mouthwash in the bathroom. No extra toothbrush though, sorry.” You smiled. 

He rolled his eyes playfully, moving along to find the hallway bathroom to wake up fully. When he came out looking a bit better than when he woke up he glanced at the extra plate you had on the table. He was going to open his mouth but you beat him to it. 

“I made extra and I’m not going to accept a no to you eating it. I don’t care where you eat it so long as you do. No wasting food.” You tsked, shoving the plate to the other side of the table to get him to sit. 

He scoffed. “Bossy.” 

But he ended up staying, enjoying the time with you as you talked about miscellaneous things. He told you that he enjoyed getting to wake up later than usual because his place with his roommates was hectic. Usually one of them was up and banging drawers or stomping around. 

“I’m going to get going.” Jeonghan spoke up, getting up from his seat as he took his plate to the sink.

He looked at them for a moment before looking over at you making your way over to clean the dishes up.

“Text me when you make it home?” You smiled, looking at his lips.

He rose an eyebrow. 

“Gotta make sure you didn’t fall in a manhole on the way or someone kidnapped you.” You giggled. “Then I would be the one they investigating for being the last to see you.” 

 “Sounds like a hassle.” Jeonghan snorted. “I’ll try not to get kidnapped or fall in a manhole.”

You didn’t try to keep him longer, allowing him the room to leave you home on his own. And as you closed the door after giving him a kiss goodbye, you felt your chest tighten just a bit. It had you locking your jaw, fist clenching against the door handle and feeling irritated with yourself. 

What were you going to do at that point?

**

“You’ve had two drinks and you’re already drunk crying?” Your friend pursed her lips. “It’s been a tough week hasn’t it?”

“Not really. We’ve been doing everything we normally do.” One of your co-worker friends chimed in. “This is something else.”

You had your head on the sticky club table, not really caring for how dirty it might have been. You were just going to go home and wash your face anyway. Once more it was the time again for the night out. This was going to be the last one for a long while though seeing as the college semester was coming up in a couple of days. The end of summer party if you will. 

And when summer ends, it usually means all the other good things about it must come to an end as well. 

It was only two days ago that you had last talked with Jeonghan. Having him stay for breakfast and spending a bit more time together on the couch as you guys tried to get your things together to have him leave. It felt just a bit harder to let him go. And you weren’t wanting to be hopeful when you noticed that he seemed to have trouble leaving as well. 

For the night, you wanted to get drunk and forget about him for just a moment to gather your feelings and tell yourself that things were coming to end. It was your night to come to a conclusion. 

This summer thing you had going on was over with as it usually went. 

“Another drink!? You sure you can handle it?” Your friend brought you out of your wallowing, looking up to find a waiter had placed another alcoholic drink next to your head. 

You looked up at the waiter, giving him a confused face seeing as you hadn’t ordered another beverage yet. He took your expression the right way because he answered you quickly. “That gentleman over there ordered it for you.”

Turning to where he nodded his head, you licked your lips and sighed deeply. Smiling bashfully to yourself, you sat up from your table reaching out for the drink. Raising it in the direction of the man who bought it for you, you were quick to chug it down. 

Slamming it onto the table you stood up, catching your friends by surprise. You had your sights on someone and they watched with wide eyes at who it was you were walking towards. 

“Are we going to stay here for an hour longer or are we going to get out of here?” You asked, stopping in front of him as he leaned against the table on his side. 

Jeonghan smiled at you, chugging the rest of his drink before grabbing his hand and pulling along. You could hear his friends chanting at him, but you still slipped your fingers between his and allowed him to take you towards the entrance of the club. 

Like the very first time he took you to his car, placing you in the front seat before getting in himself. As your eyes shut and took in his scent that lingered in the car you suddenly felt like all your energy was let go. 

Tears pooled at your lashes, your eyes squeezing shut to keep them from falling but it was inevitable. When you felt a hand be placed on your thigh, you turned to look at Jeonghan who kept his eyes on the road but seemed to have a sober look on his face. 

“Summer is ending.” You spoke up, grabbing the hand that was on your thigh.

You smiled as his fingers seemed to tighten around you, messaging into your flesh. “I got classes coming up again so I have to leave for university.”

“We’ll get there when we get there.” Was all he said. 

**

He had you on your hands and knees at that point, face shoved into the pillow as you cuddled it closer to your chest. Your fingers kept clenching and unclenching back arching further as Jeonghan pushed and pulled your hips back and forth on his cock. 

“You’re such a good girl, baby.” Jeonghan moaned. “Always so good for me. Everything about you is so perfect.” 

You began to push yourself back onto him, causing him to stop thrusting and allowing you to use him. 

“Go ahead, use me baby.” He panted. 

When you got tired, and stopped for a moment, Jeonghan leaned over your back kissing your shoulder as his hips went back to thrusting in and out.

“Jeonghan.” You whined. “I’m close.”

He quickly pulled himself off and out of you, causing you sputter and cry at the loss of a close coming orgasm. It was quick though, that he turned you over onto your back and shoved himself back in. 

“I want to see you cum.” He panted, going hard again to get you to return back to that pleasure. “I need to see your face. It’s always so beautiful when you come.”

This felt different to all those times before. This felt both intimate but in a sad way. You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes but you tried to play it off as pleasure. As he moved your legs to drape them over his shoulders, your moans grew louder as his cock began to hit your good spot.

“Jeonghan!” You cried out, hands flying out to find his skin to touch. 

“Cum for me, baby.” He panted, hands wrapped tightly around your thighs and eyes on the way your pussy clenched around his length. 

“Fuck…Fuck.” Jeonghan cried out, feeling your core clench around him tightly as your orgasm hit.

He pulled out, watching as you began to squirt on the bed and thrust your hips up. You were sobbing at that point both from pleasure and too much emotion. Jeonghan was quick to look up at your face, sniffling as he softly climbed back on you. You opened your eyes to look at him, hands moving to his cheeks as he gave you a grin. 

You pulled him in for a kiss. “Please put it back in.”

“Of course.” He answered you, lining himself back in. 

This time he went slow, feeling every throb and squeeze of your walls around him. He was close too with the way he dug his head into your neck and little whines fell from his lips. His hand kept a soft hold on your hips, shifting back and forth as slow as possible as his orgasm built up. 

And when it hit, you moaned, feeling the hot load drip out into the condom. You could feel how it heated up your insides, a very small part of your brain zapping with serotonin at the thought that he had came inside without a condom. 

Jeonghan stayed in you for a bit longer, allowing his cock to soften before pulling out slowly with a hiss. He ran his fingers through your hair, watching as your tears stained your temples from how you were laying down. 

“Aren’t we already as far as we can go?” You told him, bringing up the conversation that you both had in the car. 

Your nose started to get runny but you tried not to allow it to bother you to where you had to sniffle and catch his attention. But he was already facing you, wiping away the tears with a soft brush of his thumbs. 

“We both knew what we were getting into.” He spoke softly, wiping away your tears. “We still have summer.”

**

With your semester coming to a start, your phone went off to showcase that a new album had been released from a band you followed on spotify. Quickly opening the app, you placed your headphones on a pressed play.

“What are you listening to?” Your roommate asks. 

You snort, taking a look at your phone for notifications. Inhaling deeply, you purse your lips at the empty phone.

“Just the new Seventeen song.”

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[silentstyx]

"You Belong With Me" ~ (jake peralta x reader's version)

tw! tbh none rly, reader is a SWIFTIE!!! SUCK IT UP!!!

sum! "We've never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall and when we end up showering at the same time, we sometimes sing duets." (guess where i thought of this one...)

i love this prompt sm and it literally is grabbing me by the shoulders, screaming in my face - "THIS IS JAKE PERALTA AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT BESIDES POST IT"

You move into a new apartment, you got a fair warning before moving in that you're neighbor has a shower directly opposite of the wall of yours. So if you both take a shower at the same time you might hear each other.

You were fine with that. You're fine with thin walls, hearing your neighbor have a entire concert in the shower... oh well. The apartments sorta cheap.

This somewhat annoyment was before and only before you figured out he was a swiftie, then you tried to get in the shower at the same time constantly.

The man seemed to catch onto how you would always start showering as he would begin. What else he notices, you would sing duets together. Everytime he would play a Taylor song in the shower, you would sing along with him.

You both recently would give each other short term solo's during songs. It wasn't only Taylor Swift that played, sometimes it was just early 2000's songs. Still you would duet together nonetheless.

You would go to work and tell your friends about your neighbor that you know nothing about, besides his music taste.

Oblivious to you Jake had been doing the same thing at work.

"Charles!" He whisper yelled across the bullpenn, coming from the elevator. 

He fangirled to Charles about what was happening. Charles was practically begging him to ask you out, apparently he wanted a double date with Jake. Soon.

When you both got home at the same time, which Jake planned, he was going to ask you for your number. Maybe. If he psychs himself up enough.

Because worst case scenario wasn't that you "reject him". Worst case was you get weirded out, you don't ever talk to him again, you avoid him, you never do the shower concert duet thing whatever again.

You don't say anything as your unlocking your apartment, feeling awkward about seeing him. He knows your music taste. That's a detail not many people get to find out about each other. He heard you scream sing "You Belong With Me" in the shower.

"Hey, uh.." Jake said nervously, while walking up to you.

You stop unlocking the door, taking a deep nervous breath in, and putting on a smile.

"Uh, my names Jake. I'm the neighbor that you uh-" You cut him off before he finishes speaking.

"I know what we do." You say with a somewhat nervous snicker, "I'm (y/n)"

He smiles at you, "Hi. Uh, I was just wondering if I could take you out maybe sometime... and maybe get your number with it?"

Your smile got twice as big, you could feel it. You nod your head, not feeling any words possibly coming out anytime soon.

"Really?!" He said excitedly, before starting his cool guy persona again, "I meannnn, coolcoolcoolcoolcool..."

"So I can drive you to a restaurant of your choice at 9:30 on saturday? I'm a police officer, I work weekdays and I work late."

No. He had plans on friday to rewatch every single die hard movie. Also using Saturday gave him plenty of time to be ready to take you out.

"Sounds good, bring Taylor." You say before getting into your apartment.

[wordsarelife]

—twenty-two

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: you try to make theo a swiftie and succeed

warnings: none

note: kinda modern au, considering reader has a phone and a working internet connection (technology works at hogwarts in this fic)

you’d always known theo was a tough nut to crack, but you were determined. if there was one mission you were set on, it was getting him to appreciate the artistry of taylor swift. he could roll his eyes all he wanted, but you weren’t giving up. not when there was so much he was missing out on.

it started with small things—playing folklore in the common room when you knew he was studying nearby, leaving your taylor swift playlist on shuffle when he happened to be sitting with you in the library. he never said anything, just raised a brow or gave you a look, but you could tell. the seed had been planted.

you started to go a bit deeper, always choosing the right song or album for theo's mood at the moment.

you would play lover or red when you were getting ready and theo was watching you sort through clothes or put on makeup with a content smile on his face.

you played folklore or evermore during quiet nights in the common room, with thick socks and fluffy blankets in front of the warm glow of the fireplace.

he was not ready to admit it yet, but you could see that theo didn't mind as much as he used to. he never actually said something, about liking her music, but he had stopped frowning when you took out your phone and opened your music app.

one time, in the middle of studying, you even saw him bop his head along to 'you belong with me', which quickly turned out to be his favorite, because his mood would rise anytime you played it.

"aren't you putting on any music?" theo asked one day while on a walk through the hogwarts grounds.

"well, do you want me to?" you retorted, a winning smile on your face.

he shrugged. "i don't care. just thought it was odd"

you didn't miss the slight smile once you had pressed play on speak now or how he took your hand in yours, connecting them to the enchanting melody of mine.

the following night both of you stayed up longer, per theo's demand, so you could explain to him the lore of taylor swift and kanye west.

theo was pretty laid back and usually not interested in any drama, but he was kind of intrigued as long as no one he closely knew was involved.

you recounted everything that had happened between your favorite singer and kim kardashians husband. theo nodded along understandingly, throwing in his own questions at the appropriate times.

"i didn't know that there was so much backstory"

"crazy, right?" you asked, wide-eyed. "but if that hadn't happened we wouldn't have reputation now"

"what?"

"it's another album" you shrugged "it's called reputation"

"did we ever listen to that one?" he asked, recounting all the times you had shown him some of her stuff, while you had always made sure to mention what album the song you were listening to was on.

"no" you shook your head.

"why? you clearly like it"

"it's one of my favourites" you nodded, deep in thought "i never showed you because i didn't want to listen it as long as it wasn't a taylor's version yet"

"a what?"

his question resulted in twenty more minutes of backstory. theo's eyes widened as you explained the lore of the rerecordings to him.

"i guess i could show you the album through youtube" you muttered, taking out your phone "fan accounts that made lyric videos should be alright to watch"

theo and you spent the better time of the rest of the night watching fan-made videos for the songs on reputation. you could tell that he was obsessed immediately, going as far as taking out his phone and screenrecording the songs he liked most.

"they are amazing" he gushed as he recorded so it goes, which seemed to be his favorite off the album.

"told you" you shrugged, a soft smile on your lips as you watched his amazement grow. "it's not embarassing to admit that i was right"

"should've listened to you, baby" he muttered, pressing his face into the pillow next to him. you moved a hand through his hair. "i like it"

"i know" you kissed his temple. you put your phone on the nightstand after searching for a playlist of calm taylor songs to fall asleep to. "now we can enjoy her together"

theo pulled you into his arms, his voice humming along to the tunes of last kiss, as both of you slowly fell asleep.

after that night, theo added a few taylor swift songs to his regular playlists (he had different ones for different moods) and made a habit to learn the lyrics to his favorites.

one time, when him and blaise were out for a smoke, theo put on one of the playlists (smoke and relax) and the shuffle promptly landed on delicate.

blaise quickly noticed who was singing, considering your simple overuse of her music during study time with your friends, making fun of theo almost immediately.

"taylor swift, really?" he puffed out the smoke through his mouth, quirking a brow at theo.

theo simply shrugged. "y/n loves her"

"you don't have to like everything your girlfriend does, you know man?" blaise muttered "you're allowed to have your own interests, taylor swift shouldn't be one of them"

"yeah? why not?"

"huh?" blaise had been a bit surprised by theo's quick and simple answer. "you're not a girl, mate"

"thank you, i'm aware"

theo's sarcasm clearly annoyed blaise, as he threw his cigarette onto the ground, stomping it out in the snow, before he turned to head inside. "don't let it change you, man" he smirked. "you're not a swiftie or whatever they're called"

"i might as well be" theo shrugged, not even bothered at this point.

"you're doing weird shit to get laid"

"yeah, maybe if you would put in the same effort you would get laid too, ever considered that?" theo smirked, clearly amused by the shocked expression that crossed blaise's face.

"so, uh..which album would you recommend?"

[reiderwriter]

hii!!! so i was wondering if you could do a one shot that’s inspired by either false god by taylor swift where spencer and reader are just worshiping each other? thank you <3

Hi! I'm not much of a swiftie, so I've never heard that song before I sat down to write this but it was perfect inspiration for a fic! I hope you enjoy it 💕

Warnings: Case details mentioned, typical CM violence, angst-adjacent confrontation with happy ending, hurt/comfort, heavy petting, oral (F receiving), squirting (implied), vaginal sex, implied creampie (no birth control mentioned). 2.2k words. Based on:

It was when the door to your hotel room slammed shut that you knew there was finally going to be a confrontation. Combing a hand through your hair, you threw your bag down and turned to look at Spencer. He stood there, just watching you from the door, his jaw tense as he struggled to break the silence and actually talk to you the way you knew he wanted to. 

“Spit it out, Spencer. If you’re going to push your way in here, you might as well say what you want to say.” You were frustrated and his silence was only making the fatigue from a day on a tough case worse. “Come on, Spencer, I don’t have all day.” 

“Do you want to die?” His voice held steady when he finally let out the words, and they hit you like a succer-punch. “Because what I saw out there today seemed like someone more than happy to put themselves in harm's way for no reason.” He stepped closer to you as he said the words, and you felt yourself grow hot. You just weren’t sure if it was from shame or anger. 

“Don’t profile me, Reid. I knew what I was doing.” You turned your back on him and began to go about your business, hoping that he would drop it and vacate the room as quickly as he’d stormed in. 

“You tried to take a bullet for me. Y/N, I was in the middle of talking him down, and you pushed me out of the way and forced his hand.” 

“So will the thank you card be delivered in the post, or can I expect it on my desk tomorrow?” You still wouldn’t make eye contact with him, thinking back to the events of the day. 

You’d known the plan all along was to have Reid talk the suspect down while you got his last victim to safety. Everything in the profile pointed towards the unsub being a loner, someone with narcissistic personalities who you knew wouldn’t end up shooting his way out. Someone that had acted with a cold violent misogyny in his crimes, and someone who would not respond well to a female agent trying to get through to him. You knew all that and you still couldn’t help yourself. 

“In this world of ours, Agent, men like you and I should be Gods. It’s my right to take that power for myself,” the man had said, holding his hostage in his arms as if she were a ragdoll, carefully watching every movement you and your team made. Morgan and Emily had the back entrances covered should he try to run, and Hotch, Rossi and JJ were coordinating with the backup SWAT team outside, should he gain any miniscule upper-hand in the situation. 

It was when Reid started talking to him again that you felt the bile rise in your throat and your body stop listening to your rational thoughts. He was giving the man everything he wanted to hear; stroking his ego, complimenting him, agreeing with him, and the man was responding as well as you could hope. 

But something was wrong, and it was clear from the moment that he levelled his gun in the direction of Spencer and released the female victim that something was about to go horribly wrong. 

“I think I was wrong, actually. We both cannot be Gods, can we?” He laughed as he said this, and you froze up instantly. Your only regret was probably that you forgot to go and check on the victim sitting on the floor, your eyes watching on in horror instead as your body through itself in front of Reid just as the unsub was ready to pull the trigger. 

The push had knocked the two of you off-balance. But the unsub was slack-mouthed and caught off-guard. He hadn’t even pulled the trigger yet, and now here the two of you were sitting pretty for him on the floor of his dump site waiting for him to put a bullet through your brains. He didn’t have the chance to, the SWAT sniper getting the orfer to open fire the second you’d strayed from protocol. 

Spencer still hadn’t left your room, his anger and frustration rolling off of him in waves. You moved about the room in an organized frenzy, completing your nightly rituals with as much obvious frustration as you could muster. You dropped your gun and badge on the nightstand, pulled off your jacket and mindlessly rooted through your bag looking for nothing in particular, praying that Spencer would walk out of the door and not force you to face your stupid decisions. 

Instead he grabbed your wrists, spinned you around and pushed you against the wall, forcing your eyes to meet with his as he pinned you there. 

“Stop fucking ignoring me,” he growled out in a low-voice. The sudden burst of movement had you both gasping for breath and you just stood there quietly again for a few seconds, breathing each other. You gave in first and rested your head against the wall, letting him force your eyes up to meet his.

“Ask me the question you really want the answer for, Reid. Because we both know I’m not suicidal.” 

“Why won’t you let me keep you safe?” his voice came out in a small whimper now, his body weight slowly pressing up against yours as he moved to rest his forehead on your head. The two of you stood there suspended in time, just lost in the feel of each other, the pressure and the heat from his body in contrast to the sharp cool of the wall at your back, and you silently begged him to make a move. But he was determined to get you to answer, holding his tongue when all you wanted him to do was crash his lips against yours and help you to fill yourself with him. 

“Because I do not want to be safe in a world without you,” you finally confessed. He lasted only a few seconds with that answer hung between you before he gave you what you wanted. 

His lips were cracked and dry but he was warm and sweet and you instantly received him, desperate to pull him so close that he could never leave. Your lips crashed together again and again, as if desperate to stretch your first kiss into your first ten, twenty, one hundred. He dropped your wrists after an eternity, only to greedily run his hands up and down your waist, snaking around you so tight that you gasped and let his tongue in. 

He explored you with his entire body, his mouth pressing into you messily his hands roaming desperately trying to map the plains of your body, like knowing you would be his salvation. You did the same, gripping his sweater with balled up fists and forcing him closer into you, unwilling and unable to let him move away. 

He gently walked you to the edge of the bed, not straying from his ministrations for even a second, until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you were falling. But he was falling with you, and so you didn’t care, 

He finally pulled away from you then, raising himself up onto his arms and looking down on you like you’d personally put the stars in the sky. 

“Have you ever stopped to think for a second that I’d hate any world without you in it as well?” Shifting his weight, he bought his hand down to cup your cheek, then let his finger ghost over your neck and down to the swell of your breasts as he moved to undo each button of your blouse tantalisingly slow. 

“Give me the word, and I will worship you. I will show you exactly what you mean to me. Just give me the word and I will let you know peace.” You whimpered out a breathy ‘yes,’ and he was on you again in seconds, with a renewed passion. 

Your blouse was discarded in seconds as his tongue traced its way down to your breasts in sloppy open-mouthed kisses, and still the only sound that filled the room was your desperate pants. Your hips rolled up against his as he pulled you up to discard your bra, his tongue finally landing on your painfully erect nipples. He tweaked and teased, moving between them languidly, and you were content to have him stay there forever. 

He obviously had further plans though, and he moved lower still, kissing down to your navel and lifting your hips just enough for you to shimmy them down your legs and discard them quickly. And then there he was, just sat with his head resting in between your legs, pressing sweet kisses to the insides of your thighs and looking deeply into your eyes as he worked his way closer and closer to your core. 

Your panties were slick to your skin, so when he made his first drag of his tongue up your slit, it was with the beautiful added friction of the lace against you. He buried his face in your core then, and started licking and sucking and devouring you like a man starved, like you were nectar from the heavens and your attentions could grant him immortality. 

Even with the panties interrupting any direct contact, you could feel your need for him bubble up to your boiling point, and you squeezed your thighs around him, suffocating him in your first release. He pulled your legs apart again, taking the time to remove your panties now before pinning your legs apart again and returning to his last supper. 

He sucked, nipped, kissed you again, one hand pressed firmly against your hips to pin you down as you bucked and writhed in your sensitivity. His face was slick with your juices, as he thrust his tongue in and out of you now, using his nose to press into your aching clit. 

He worked tirelessly, desperate to shower you with all the attention he wanted to give you, and you gasped and moaned and whined back to him, like a goddess whispering affirmations in the ears of her most devout follower. 

It was understandable when your second orgasm hit, then, and he found himself flooded with your juices, doing his best to ride you through this time and taking in as much of you into his mouth as possible. When he finally pulled away, your legs were twitching and your eyelids heavy, but with your remaining strength, you cupped his cheeks and bought his face up to yours. He face glistened with your cum, his lips now plump and shining, and you pulled him down to you, aching with the desire to taste yourself on his tongue. 

“I’m going to keep you safe and hold you like this until you understand that I am not capable of living without you, do you understand?” he whispered in your ear when he finally pulled away, and you let the tears that had been building up fall finally as he pressed one final kiss to your lips before moving away to rid himself of his clothes. 

You were crazy to think that you would ever be able to turn your back on this man, that he would ever walk away from you and leave you alone. As he returned to you you held out your arms open to him, and he fell into them. It was a home-coming, a return to the palace the both of you belonged, wrapped up in each other like that. 

Still weak from his earlier attentions, he helped you move your legs to wrap them around him, as you twined your arms up and around his neck, pulling him in for a deep and passionate kiss as he pushed despairingly slowly into you. 

You winced as you adjusted to his size and he pressed chaste kisses along your neck as you got used to him, whispering between each one. 

“You’re beautiful,” your neck. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met,” your jaw. “I will spend my entire life in awe of you,” the corner of your mouth. 

When you were ready you finally blinked your eyes open and pushed your mouth into his, and he finally began his movements. Rocking his hips gently into yours, the two of you were in no rush to consume each other, savoring the feel of your coupling. You finally understood the meaning of calling the act making love - never before had you felt so cared for, so loved and desired as you did in that moment with Spencer Reid. 

You felt him getting closer and closer to bliss when he started picking up his pace slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his body heavy with the weight of his love for you. 

“I love you,” you gasped out as you felt him shudder inside of you, letting him hear the words just as he was tipped over the edge. Even though it was the first time you’d voiced the words so clearly outloud, you felt no panic, no anxiety at having made a hasty decision. It felt right, it was right. 

And you were going to keep telling this man, who worshipped you so wholly, as often as you could from this day forward,so help you god. 

[dearreader]

honestly everyone needs to start learning to seperate the subject matter from the song. i’m not just saying this about swifties who go after jake gyllenhaal. im saying it to the people who made “sympathy is a knife” all about taylor swift and talking about how charli xcx was shading her and chanting fuck taylor swift at brat events to the point charli had to get on instagram stories and say to stop it and she didn’t condone that. i’m talking about the people who went after sabrina carpenter with death threats over “drivers liscense” when she was a one off line mentioned in a song about a teenagers first heartbreak and coming of age and turned the whole song into this war between the two. im talking about all the people saying that, before sabrina carpenters ex cheated on her, that everyone needed to not say a word about him because the music we were gonna get from the heartbreak was gonna be so good.

like, media literacy extends farther than just movies and things. y’all should be able to listen to a song and separate it from its source material. yes, i love fleetwood mac’s “rumors” and love the whole “silver spring” joke, but i can also just appreciate the beauty of the song and the heartbreak stevie nicks is writing without having to know she wrote it so lindsey graham would feel the same way she felt when they performed “you can go your own way” on tour. i love “thanks for the memories” and all of infinity on high, but i can separate that album (and basically any song pete wentz writes) from the whole petekey relationship and just appreciate the lyrics.

like, this was why taylor swift combined both joe alwyn and matty healy into one on ttpd. she said in the albums epilogue that they both hurt her in similar ways and the album helped her process that. so instead of making songs about one or the other, they’re both combined and she talks about the feelings with both muses because they both hurt her. it’s why the songs being about one or the other is mute and renders discussions pointless because taylor swift herself is saying “who the song is about doesn’t matter, this is about my emotions of being stringed along by two men who swore they loved me and said we’d get married and start a family only to abandon me and break my heart.”

trying to turn “sympathy is a knife” into being a taylor diss track when charli wrote it about feeling inferior in her music, which she said in interviews also stemmed from other things, and seeing someone who she could never be give her sympathy. charli was writing about a very vulnerable moment about struggling with your career and art and seeing someone do it better than you succeed and how that hurt her. and yet everyone just focused on the “don’t want to see her backstage at my boyfriends show/fingers crossed behind my back they break up quick” line instead of the actual song material and what that line means or analyze it beyond “charli hates taylor!”

like, imagine if the “girl, so confusing” got the lorde remix and everyone then went after and attacked lorde for hating charli when we knew nothing about what was going on.

like… i’m all for people criticizing swifties for not separating taylor’s music from the people they’re supposedly written about and attacking them (except john mayor because he deserves it, hungry hungry hypocrite) but to then see them turn around and do the exact same thing but think it’s not is infuriating.

like, fucking thinking about the songs meaning instead of just who it maybe about.

[letters-adressed-to-the-fire]

so this is why i think peter is the one looking in people's windows

A few days ago, I saw a swiftie on TikTok talking about how I look in people’s windows could be taken as the other perspective of the same story narrated in Peter, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. So, I decided to go in-depth and start a self-assigned quest to look for any clue that could interweave these two stories in a way that made sense.

I know this could sound a little absurd or could be taken as a stretch of some sort, but I believe, and I’m sure most of her fans would agree, that most of the beauty in Taylor’s writing comes from the countless different interpretations people bestow on her lyrics. I’m not asking you to take this analysis as absolute truth because I’m genuinely just having fun with it, and I hope you do too.

I’ll analyze “I look in people's windows” from Peter’s point of view and “peter” from the other character’s pov, whom we’ll call Wendy given the obvious parallelism to Peter Pan.

Well, the main and obvious connection is given by the “window” element. While Wendy is waiting for Peter by the window, Peter is looking for her from outside that window. If you look at this through very literal and rational eyes, I believe you’d think it doesn’t make sense that they were both looking for each other through the same window but never met again. So HERE is where I want to insert my interpretation.

There are two options I can think of that would explain the failed meeting. 

Peter intentionally avoided Wendy while still looking for her every day.

Every time they were looking for each other, it happened at different moments.

The first case presents a lot of questions, like, is the pledge to grow up what is stopping Peter because he knows he can’t do it? Or was he cruel enough to wait for Wendy to move on and then come back? Either way, the conclusion remains the same. In this scenario, Peter was a coward. If it was because he didn’t want to grow up, if it was because he just wanted Wendy to never move on, or if it was because he never gave her a real answer.

On the other hand, the second case talks about something that’s closer to a tragedy. They were always doomed by the narrative. While Wendy was waiting for him, Peter was looking for her, but Wendy never saw him—not when she waited or when Peter was looking for her. We would need to assume some things here tho. Either it all comes back to the first option and Peter had been avoiding her the entire time, or he thought she had already forgotten about him. The first option shows us, once again, that Peter is a coward, but the second one also tells us something important: he may be too scared to grow up, but he’s not selfish enough to stop her from moving on.

“Northbound I got carried away As you boarded your train South, south, south, south, south, south A feather taken by the wind blowing I'm afflicted by the not knowing so”

Based on this verse, we can design a new theory. He watched her leave and he was aching for her to come back to him. So he started looking for her in other people’s windows, wondering if one of them was gonna be her. Even when he had already said goodbye to her.

And here’s where another verse of peter will acquire significance:

“I thought it was just goodbye for now”

With both songs in mind, it sounds like he said goodbye to her, hoping they were gonna see each other again, but he also knew he had to let her go at the time and that he was condemned to miss her. But what Peter didn’t know was that Wendy was gonna go through the same thing, but she wouldn’t have the comfort of knowing what he did (wait for her).

“promises oceans deep, but never to keep”

This is why we get two completely different endings for both songs. While Peter is still addicted to the what-ifs, Wendy has turned off the light; the fantasies have expired for her. Wendy grew up; Peter didn’t. While I look in people's windows gives you the feeling of being running from house to house in a neighborhood you don’t recognize anymore, trying to fit into a routine you were used to in the past; peter reads like the last chapter of a book you’ll never touch again.

[graciegoeskrazy]

i wish you would

(matty healy + daughter!swift-healy!r)

warnings: bit of tears, absent mother but like...not really she's just not tour but like she is?, matty being a best dad, some angst, more hurt/comfort vibes.

a/n: I told myself id do a hc for swift-heavy!r first but then I got this request and went straight to my computer so here we are lol. ty anon for requesting! I've wanted to do something similar to this for awhile but I've also been a swiftie since I was like a baby (debut came out a year and twenty days after I was born) like I've been singing our song since before I could talk so for some reason I can never write her in a 'bad light' (meanwhile I've put Matty through hell lmao) but this isn't even that bad so whatevs. love ya!

Both Matty and Taylor had always agreed on one thing - you came first. No matter where they stood with each other, no matter how messy things got between them, your well-being was the priority. No matter what. They never wanted to overwhelm you with their worlds - the flashing cameras, the stadiums packed with screaming fans, the chaos of fame - so they kept your involvement to a minimum. You weren’t a secret, they never wanted you to be, but you also weren’t a prop to be paraded around. They wanted you to have something resembling a normal life.

So, the arrangement was simple: whoever wasn’t headlining a world tour was the one you stayed with.  

It had been that way for as long as you could remember. When your father was touring, you stayed with your mom. When your mom was touring, you stayed with your dad. And when he went to rehab, you stayed with her full-time.  

At first, it felt like a sharp, painful shift - like being uprooted from one world and thrown into another. Not because you didn’t love your mother, but because it wasn’t what you were used to. Your life had always felt more settled with Matty. He was your constant. But during those months, you learned to navigate life with her. You got used to her routines, her world, her way of doing things.

And then, just as you adjusted, your worlds flipped again.

Ever since the start of her record-breaking stadium tour, you had been back with Matty full-time. It made sense. The biggest tour in history wasn’t exactly the best place to raise a preteen. And of course there were times, especially int he beginning, where you would go visit her for a week or two at a time. Your father had been more than happy to have you home, and you were happy, too. Truly. Life with your father was easy, familiar. You fit into his world like you were always meant to be there.

So why did it still hurt?  

Why did it still sting every time you watched her post clips from another show, thousands of miles away, singing songs that made people cry, making time for fans - millions of fans - but not for you?  

Another part of you felt stupid for even thinking that she could have time for you in the first place. She was the busiest person on the planet right now. You understood that. You really did. But understanding didn’t make it hurt any less.

You had been carrying that weight for weeks, trying to swallow it down, trying to ignore the ache in your chest every time someone at school mentioned her, every time an interview clip popped up on your feed. And for the most part, it worked. You had a good life with your dad. You were happy here.  

Why change that?  

So, you didn’t say anything. Not when she missed another one of your calls. Not when another week passed without a single text. Not when your dad noticed the way you had been shutting yourself off.  

Instead, you buried yourself in schoolwork.  

You sat curled up in your room, hunched over a notebook, scribbling down answers to math problems that weren’t due for weeks. The numbers blurred together, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to keep your mind busy. To not think about it.

You had barely spoken to your dad and Gabi when you got home earlier. A quick hug, a vague comment about your day, and then you were upstairs before they could ask questions. You didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to admit that it was bothering you.  

A knock at the door broke through the silence.  

“You alright?”  

Matty’s voice was soft, careful. You didn’t look up.  

“Peachy.”  

A pause.  

“You’ve been acting different lately.”  

You kept your eyes glued to your notebook. “Yeah? How so?”  

“Quiet. Distant.”  

You hummed, a meaningless response, hoping he’d drop it. But you should’ve known better.  

“You gonna tell me what’s going on?”  

You could hear it in his voice - the concern, the gentle persistence. He knew something was off. He just didn’t know what.  

You didn’t answer.  

Matty wasn’t deterred. He stepped into the room, crossing the space between you. When you were younger, if you were upset, you’d blame it on being moody or having a bad day or, if all else failed, you’d roll your eyes and say, It’s the period talking, Dad. But you weren’t a little kid anymore. You were almost thirteen. More aware of your feelings. More aware of how hard they were to ignore.

“I don’t want you to get mad,” you murmured, fingers picking at the frayed edges of your comforter.  

Matty hesitated before sitting down beside you, careful, patient. “Why would I get mad?”  

You shrugged, keeping your eyes down, willing yourself not to cry.

“Did you do something, illegal?” he said, half joking, half serious.

You rolled your eyes, “No.”

“Drugs?”

“What- no.”

“Drinking?”

“No!”

“Boys?” He said, eyes narrowing.

“Dad, no!”

His effort to make you laugh hadn’t really worked. Starting to make you more agitated.

“Tell me, baby.” His voice was quiet, coaxing, the way it always was when he was trying to get you to let him in.  

You inhaled sharply, then exhaled slow, trying to make it sound like it wasn’t a big deal.  

“I just miss her.”

Matty let out a slow breath - not frustrated, just…understanding.  

“Yeah?” he asked gently.

You nodded. “I don’t like how she’s always working now.”

He took a second, choosing his words carefully. “It’s okay to be mad at her-”  

“I’m not mad at her,” you snapped, suddenly defensive. “You’re the one who’s mad at her.”  

Matty let out a small huff of laughter. “I’m not mad at your mom, baby.”  

You studied him, searching for cracks in his reassurance. The past two years had been messy - so many fights, so many reunions, so much history between them that you barely understood. The fact that they had made it back to each other at all was still something you weren’t sure how to feel about.

“Are you sure?” you asked, finally looking at him.  

He nodded. “Whatever happened between me and her…it’s nothing for you to worry about.”  

You sighed, frustration bubbling up. “So it’s just for you two and the rest of the world to worry about?”  

“Y/n…” he said in a warning, “We’ve talked about this,” he started, but you cut him off.

“Just - forget I said anything. I’m sorry.”

Matty paused, watching you carefully. Then he softened.

“Y/n, we all know - everyone knows - this tour is huge. The biggest thing on the planet right now. But it’s almost over, and when it is, she’ll be all yours again.”

“Not just mine,” you mumbled, twisting the frayed fabric between your fingers.  

Matty frowned slightly. “Y/n…” His voice was measured now, careful. “He’s nice to you.”  

You scoffed. “Everyone’s nice to me. I’m the daughter of two pop stars.”  

Matty let out a small laugh. “What about Gabi? You’ve never had a problem with her.”  

“That’s different. She’s cooler than him. And you and Gabi aren’t as famous as them.”  

“First of all - Ouch.” He said while holding up a finger. He smirked when you cracked a small smile. “Second of all - he’s probably the best boyfriend your mother has had in a long time.” 

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. You knew he was right.  

“He loves her, Y/n,” Matty said, his voice softer now.  

“I know,” you admitted. “That’s why I never see her.”  

“She’s busy-”  

“Too busy for me?”  

Matty sighed. “No-”  

“Then why doesn’t she ever want to see me?” Your voice wavered. “I don’t even remember the last time we talked. But he gets to see her all the time. Her fans get to see her all the time.”

Matty’s face fell, and something in your chest clenched.  

“Your mother loves you,” he said. “More than anyone.”

You swallowed hard.  

“Have you tried texting her?” he asked.  

“I don’t want to send a message just for her to ignore it.”  

He learned closer. “Y/n,” Your eyes met his again, “She’ll answer.”  He said.

You weren’t sure if you believed him. But when he nudged your phone toward you, you hesitated - then picked it up.  

And typed.

[zzhhbloom]

love story

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: it’s your after-graduation high school party, your entire batch is here. love story by taylor swift starts playing and everyone, regardless of their cliques and previous histories, are arm-in-arm, shoulder-to-shoulder, screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs. some people are long gone wasted, barely able to keep their eyes open. others, like you, have had a drink or two, just enough to feel the electric buzz simmering beneath your consciousness. and others, like sunghoon, have the audacity to remain seated. in your tipsy state of confidence, you rush over to where they are and pull him to his feet, dragging him to the center of the crowd...

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: sunghoon x gn!reader || high school crush

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: alcohol, tipsy kiss, not 100% proof-read

≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: ~1.7k words

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: BEEN A WHILE!! this was in the drafts collecting dust and spiderwebs but i'm feeling chancy. this is a strangely specific fic don't read into it too much

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form represent the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a kpoppie doing something fun :)

We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

I'm standin' there

On a balcony in summer air

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns

See you make your way through the crowd

And say, "Hello"

Little did I know

Nobody in your high school batch would have expected their award-sweeping, model student, perfect attendance valedictorian to be fucking it up at the club four hours after throwing their caps in the air, and yet there you were. You were a great student, but now that you’d graduated and you weren’t going to be a student for the next three months, you were going to give yourself the freedom you deserved.

After the after party (held in school, with everyone’s parents around), a few of your batch mates had spontaneously planned an after-after party at a club nearby. Being invited to go, you decided—why the hell not? After four years of ceaseless working and model behavior to your batch mates and underclassmen, this was the final thing on your high school bucketlist. You had gone to parties before, you knew your alcoholic limits, but you’d never gone with this particular group of people. Who cared? You had no obligation to be the perfect student anymore. And, once you got home, there was no guarantee you’d ever see your fellow graduates ever again. You had chuckled to yourself getting into your friend’s car to head to the venue; why not give them a show?

So that’s how you ended up with your feet hurting, still wearing your fancy shoes for the ceremony, cocktail in hand, jumping with your friends and batch mates. You were a couple drinks in, not drunk enough to pass out and forget everything the next morning, but tipsy enough that you probably shouldn’t be making any life-altering decisions. You were about to go sit down at the table your group had reserved when Love Story by Taylor Swift came on. Your friends instantly dragged you back to the dance floor.

At this point in the evening, your group had split off to different parts of the room. But somehow, you all found each other in that crowded club for the song that ran in all your veins. Right next to the DJ, arms over shoulders, all of you singing, even you singing your heart out to the lyrics. Who knew a little alcohol was all it took to bring out the inner Swifties in all of you? To your right was the girl from your math class you’d talked to only once—but now you were laughing together with her arm around your neck as if you’d been close for years. In front of you, the popular group of guys you tended to avoid, were shouting the loudest and jumping the hardest to Ms. Taylor. You found they were a lot more courteous and watchful over your female batch mates in the public club than you thought them capable of. You scanned the circle of your highschool peers, realizing how close you’d all become, even if you’d sit on different sides of the canteen. You glanced back at your shared table and locked eyes with the one person sitting out the song—

You could deny it or change your answer as much as you could, but for the last two years you’d had the biggest crush on Park Sunghoon. What made it worse was you were friends for even longer. You weren’t super close, but you would say hi in the halls, tease each other about assignments, fail to get group projects submitted on time due to your bickering, and play online games together with a few other people. He had his own circle (two of which were standing in front of you now, drunkenly jumping along to Ms. Taylor’s banger chorus), and you had your own. You’d gone back and forth for years wondering if what you felt was romantic or not, the inner debate always ending with the conclusion that you were content as long as you were in his life, one way or another.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you

We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew

So close your eyes

Escape this town for a little while, oh oh

Well. You were both going to different countries for university now. Who knew if you’d even come back to this town for the breaks? Who could guarantee that you’d stay in touch and meet over the holidays? If you were no longer in his life, could you have lived with yourself?

You were tipsy enough to probably not be making life-altering decisions. But there you were.

“Y/n, where you going?” your friend asked as you pulled out of the circle.

“I’ll be right back,” you yelled back, gesturing to the table. They nodded you off as you made your way through the crowd.

—

You came to Sunghoon like a burst of light and laughter. He had been watching Jay and Jake make absolute fools of themselves, fresh highschool graduates in the center of a club at one in the morning. He’d caught your eye earlier, your brilliant, joyous smile framed against the dark of everyone’s silhouettes. You glowed. And now there you were in front of him.

“Hey,” you were breathless from fighting through the press of bodies. You crouched down so he could hear you. A few other of your batchmates were there, a couple too far gone to even stand, another tending to them. “You doing okay?”

Sunghoon held up his can of cola with a cheeky grin.

Before he knew it, you had pulled him to his feet and were dragging him to the dance floor. The song had reached its second chorus and the entire club—highschool graduates, college kids, weird guys way too young to be legally allowed in, actual weird creepy guys, and people off work on a Friday night—all jumped along to the song, as if they were all born with the lyrics of this song imprinted in their hearts.

You had both Sunghoon’s hands in yours as the two of you danced in the center of all your friends. Even in the multicolored lights he could tell your cheeks had an alcohol flush, but your eyes were clear and bright. Before he knew it, he was jumping along with you, ignoring the off-tune shouts of his friends. When he tagged along to their parties he was always the designated driver; the one to make sure everyone was okay and alive, but also the one sitting out on the side. He never felt the need to down a drink, and he felt enough of an energy surge just watching everyone sway and shout. People had tried to get him on his feet before, but for some reason, when you pulled him up to dance, he felt like he had been waiting all his life for that moment. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone. You were just his friend—the one you said hi to sometimes, the one who knew his secret favorite song, the one he had a tiny crush on in middle school but not anymore. Obviously, not anymore.

Sunghoon felt like he was dreaming, spinning around in that circle of freshly minted high school graduates with both of your hands in his, the two of you jumping in unison. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, even if he wanted to.

“What?” he shouted, thinking you’d said something. Then you realized you were singing the lyrics of the bridge. To him.

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone

I keep waiting for you, but you never come

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

—

You had no idea what you were doing. Did you really just drag Sunghoon up to dance? Were you really holding his hands right now? Were you really this close? You could see the colored lights in his eyes. His cat’s fang smile peaked out at you as you practically shouted in his face the bridge of the song.

And then Park Sunghoon was singing back. You had to be dreaming. Things like this never happened in real life. You’d dream of him holding your hand or kissing the top of your head, and then you’d wake up and go to school and you weren’t even able to hold his gaze. And now you somehow got him to stand up, hold your hands, and now he was singing with you and gazing into your eyes as if you were the only people in the room. You wanted to scream.

And said, "Marry me, Juliet

You'll never have to be alone

I love you and that's all I really know

I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

Before the song was over he was kissing you. You heard cheers around you, whether from the high of the song or because of the two of you; but you didn’t care.

—

Sunghoon didn’t care about the hoots and whistles. All there was was you. Your breath on his lips, slightly sweet from the alcohol, your arms around his neck. The song ended, but you were still there, pressed so close to him he felt weightless. Don’t let go. Sunghoon thought at you, circling an arm around your waist. Someone clapped his shoulder, but he brushed them off. All he cared about was this. You—right here, in his arms, with no space in between you.

When the next song started playing, another cheer went up around the club, and the bliss of the after-kiss was left sacred to the two of you. Your forehead was still pressed against his, your fingers playing with the back of his head, sending chills down his spine.

“Wanna get out of here?” You said to him. You were so close he could hear you even over the booming bass and whirls of lights.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Sunghoon reached for your hand at his neck and tugged you towards the exit.

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[multidimensionalslvt]

۪۫🐾'۪ 𖧵 introducing my archeologist-YouTuber dr ˊ˗

A/n: FINALLY GOT MY MOTIVATION 😭😭. If you have any questions ask!!

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ME - E - EE .ᐟ

✶⋆. birth name : Moira Swan

✶⋆. online name : Angel

✶⋆. nicknames : ang, mor, moi

✶⋆. nationality : Swedish-American

✶⋆. birthday : September 27

✶⋆. zodiac : libra

✶⋆. languages : Swedish, English, German

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PERSONALITY .ᐟ

✶⋆. traits : quick thinker, genius, creative, hilarious, adventurous, compelling, attractive, initiative, problem solver, sarcastic, flirty, competitive

✶⋆. likes : going on runs, digging, archeology, coffee, drunk karaoke, dancing, working out, chocolate chip pancakes, reading, playing guitar, Dr Pepper, F1, going to the beach, Taylor Swift, flirting with people, being unhinged on the internet, my friends, making youtube videos, Streaming on twitch, hockey, animals, learning about history

✶⋆. dislikes : Littering, Poaching, nosy people, Dr Pepper haters, people that slut shame, being told to calm down, the smell of nail polish, rude people, lavender scented things, liars

✶⋆. known for : the songs ‘maneater’ ‘slumber party’ ‘circus’ ‘promiscuous’ ‘obsessed’ ‘where u @‘ , iconic one liners,, being an archeologist, angelsplaining, being bffs with jshlatt, being friends with Charles and Arthur Leclerc, being a formula one stan, streaming, being a YouTuber, party girl, flirting with EVERYONE, being a swiftie, being beautiful, where I’m from, reading spicy books, taking so many photos, having cool hair, being up at crazy hours, having an insane converse collection, having best fan interactions, drunk karaoke, vlogging, being a hunger games, marvel, and criminal minds stan, simping for celebrities and fictional characters on the main, being unhinged, knowing basically everyone

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APPEARANCE .ᐟ

✶⋆. face claim : Madison Bailey

✶⋆. height : 5’6

✶⋆. hair : My hair is a mixture of red, ash blond, brown (like a calico cat I suppose).

✶⋆. extra : I have light freckles, septum piercing, 5 ear piercings on both sides, belly piercing, central labreth piercing, mountain looking birthmark on my thigh, scar on my hand from my first time in the field, 16 plus tattoos

✶⋆. style : idrk how to describe it but it’s a mix of everything. Casual and abstract.

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FAMILY/BACKSTORY .ᐟ

✶⋆. backstory ; Grew up in Sweden until my brother and I were 10 years old. (Our parents were not rich but well off) Then we moved to the USA. Mal and I started carting in Sweden at age 6. At 12 our parents died in an accident. And we were forced into foster care. My brother and I stopped carting for a while until we were 14 and my sister convinced him to continue. When our sister became 18, she started raising us. We lived in Texas. Until we graduated highschool (mal and I graduated a year early) then I went to college and my sister and brother moved to cali. I graduated at 20 then I jumped head first into my archeological career.

sibling one

✶⋆. name : Nevaeh Swan

✶⋆. age : 28

✶⋆. career : professional dance choreographer.

✶⋆. extra : we’re so close omg. She has a YouTube channel.

sibling two

✶⋆. name : MalakI Swan

✶⋆. age : 24

✶⋆. career : formula 2 racer (soon to be f1)

✶⋆. extra : my twin. we’re known as the trouble twins😭. Oh and I forced him to make a yt channel.

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LIFE .ᐟ

✶⋆. job : archeologist, streamer, youtuber

✶⋆. main friends : handsum fella, Jshlatt, Ludwig, Jack Manifold, Hasanabi, Austin show, Carina Singh (my manager), Lando Norris, Logan Saergant, Valkyrae

social media

✶⋆. youtube channels : I have like 3

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ subscribers : 999k

⊹ content : random facts about archeology, have a segment called “angelsplaining” where I basically explain shit.

✧ user : angel.digz

✧ subscribers : 714k

✧ content : gaming content/like more of my streaming content

ᯓ extra : I also am thinking about having a vlog channel. And my siblings and I have a channel for our podcast.

✶⋆. twitch :

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 645k

⊹ content : this is more so streams about my day job ig.

✧ user : Angel.digz

✧ followers : 701k

✧ content : where I do video games or tier lists or wtv. I also have a segment called “angelic nights” where I pull all nighters with my guests. We stream 3-4 hours then vlog the rest.

✶⋆. instagram : I have 3 accounts. My 3rd one is private.

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 991k

✧ user : angel.jpg

✧ followers : 289k

✶⋆. tiktok :

⊹ user : archAngel101

⊹ followers : 1.01 m

⊹ content : a bunch of shit tbh idk how to describe.

✧ user : angeldigzdeeznuts

✧ followers : 21k

✧ content : this is my alt so I just post unhinged videos?? Idk😭

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number one

✶⋆. name : Cassius

✶⋆. age : 2 years

✶⋆. species : frog!!

number two

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[joesalw]

Just something I’ve noticed from reading your asks today and from being an ex-fan. It seems like the people she TRULY loved she writes breakup songs about LEAST. Joe obviously got a couple but 6 years and he got a handful of songs compared to her fling of 6 weeks which got basically a whole album. Calvin got one or two songs on Reputation and the only other person she’s dated that I personally think she could have come close to marrying was Calvin. They both got barely any breakup songs in contrast to her other exes. They both were relatively private (she was more public with Calvin but that breakup still is a mystery because it came out of nowhere then all of a sudden there was A LOT of bad blood which skewed the narrative of the breakup same as Joe). I just find it really interesting.

i was about to lose the hater card by saying that she respected joe enough to not write about their personal problems. even though airing his depression in her songs is a terrible thing to do but imo she went soft on him. the other song is also about how the relationship just faded with time. also you’re losing me is not exactly a diss track, only swifties interpret it that way just because they need to bully an ex. the only thing i find ironic is that she blames him for letting her giving him her youth, but girl he also did the same...but still it's kinda mature how she says that both of them will find someone. the only thing we get that he didn’t marry her and never fulfilled her emotional needs for depression (which makes her look bad btw) i remember during red era she said it in an interview that she only writes about a breakup when she's damn sure that she's never going back to that person. so idk why she didn’t write anything about calvin because i was not a part of this lore back then. but i mostly think that she respected her relationship with joe enough to not air all the negative things that have happened (she's not fooling me with cornelia street, exile, you’re losing me performances) so i'm kinda enjoying how matty is getting the full blow of this brief fling with taylor while joe is quietly moved aside in the corner.

[9w1ft]

I always interpreted evermore as a song about depression, I never linked it to Kaylor, can you tell me your view on this song?

dang i had a conversation about this with someone several months ago but i can’t find it. ill give you the abridged version. firstly, i think it can be about both! because the situation got depressing there for a hot minute!!

taylor said in an interview with zane lowe for apple music that she had written the song when the election was upon us and she didn't know what was going to happen. evermore the album was released in december 2020, which suggests that she wrote it pretty close to the release date, but also had time to reflect on what she knew to be true before releasing it— that trump wouldn’t win reelection. there’s a billboard article where she talks about the moment she learned biden won and i think it meshes really well with how evermore concludes thematically and emotionally.

when we think about the impact that trump being elected had on kaylor back in 2016–throwing a birthday party for lorde only days before the 2016 general election and wearing the vsfs angel wing ring in public for the first time, and that picture of them both kissing lorde on the cheek, going from that to at once enacting a love blackout and never being seen regularly in public again (the next time being rep tour 2018)— and on top of that, them going out of their way to separate themselves in the media via the creation of a “feud” during 2017 (swish swish, sushigate, etcetera) which pitted karlie with katy perry and kanye and cast her as someone for swifties to hate, guilty by association, we can imagine the weight and sadness of this chapter in their story. this is the start of the pain. this choice (i consider it a choice), to take the battle underground, sunk kaylor little by little into the world of the improbable for any casual observer. and it also put somewhat of a hex on karlie indefinitely, and for as brave of a soldier as she is, its an awful long while to be put in jail for something you didn’t do.

with these details as the background, i consider evermore to be a song chiefly about 2019 onward, though you might also position some of the date markers in the song within a sort of 2016/2017 focused timeframe. personally though i tend to think that 2019 events work just as well and operate under similar themes. for example, “hey november i’ve been down since july” could be in reference to the period of time where it became slowly more clear that the 2016 election results might not be a non-starter. or, it could reference the day after the masters sale (which was end of june 2019) and the theorized “failed coming out” that many expected her to do at the new york city pride parade that week. this followed by november, the conclusion of editing Miss Americana which would be released the following month (“motion capture put me in a bad light”) or alternatively november 2020, the point at which she is writing this song. there’s also an lsk theory that taylor and karlie were broken up from july to november 2019 but im not so versed in that so i’ll just keep it to a mention.

in any case, “hey december” can circle back to miss americana being released, not as a coming out documentary but as a “political coming out” documentary. hence the “can’t remember what i used to fight for.”

or it could be both, in a way. for example rewinding the tape but all it does is pause on the very moment all was lost could be both the rewinding of the miss americana documentary released in 2019, and/or perhaps conceptually the idea of the 2016 election night footage being rewound by everyone in the disbelief that occured the night that “all was lost”

because all was lost that night, in a way, no?

i tend to see justin vernon’s part as being a depiction of karlie after kaylor was exiled to a new level post the masters sale. i don’t mean this to say they were broken up. it’s just that they had to do a factory reset on a lot of the progress that had been made up until that point, and they would not be seen together (in order to accomplish some vigilante shit, is what i think anyway). back to justin vernon’s lines. it just reminded me deeply of all the hate karlie got that summer. and indeed, all the hate she had accrued until then. whether summer or winter, this feuding arc had put karlie in a position that i would argue was growing unbearable and incessant. “out on waves im being tossed, is there a line that i could just go cross?” referring to the latest wave of said hate. in this scenario, “can’t not think of all the cost and the things that would be lost oh can’t we just get a pause to be certain we’ll be tall again?” seems like karlie calling out to taylor, amidst the haze and confusion of the masters sale, think about everything that we would be giving up if you don’t come out right now. (think of me.). and then upon that line leading nowhere saying hey let’s pause before we hurt each other, to be certain we will make it through. here “tall again” reminds me of paper rings “standing here so tall”

so what of the ending? well, as a time marker i would once again refer to when the song was released, post-2020 election, where taylor saw that trump had lost and they would have a path forward. …covid-19 was yet to happen of course, and with that i think there were life priority shifts, but i just see evermore as a song that covers taylor and karlie seeing a light at the end of the tunnel that had been their love lockdown to love blackout to exile story. its a song that encompasses so much hope and i just really really really love it as a kaylor song because of the specificity with which you can tie it to their story, specifically a more contemporary chapter, the likes of which we hadn’t had too many songs depicting up until that point (basically just peace/hoax/the lakes).

so yeah that’s why it’s a kaylor song to me 🫶

[tibby]

i think it's partly bc of rerecording her albums and having fans love the vault tracks that she now feels she cant leave anything on the cutting room floor just in case

i definitely think that's part of it, but - and i say this as someone who likes a majority of the vault tracks - i think it was a good thing that they were initially left on the cutting room floor. including them originally would have detracted from what the albums were trying to say.

speak now and 1989 are the best examples of this. the point of speak now was two things: taylor wanting to prove she could do it on her own, and each song referencing a specific person or scenario. with the exception of when emma falls in love (the weakest of the lot imo) and castles crumbling (which has a feature), the SNTV vault tracks are more...vague in who/what they're about. and sure, if they'd been released on the original album with the secret messages we might have more context, but that isn't something we can say for certain. speak now is the only album that's about multiple people and we can pinpoint who or what each song is referencing (except maybe sparks fly which was included for the fans, and haunted but that could be because i've never cared enough to investigate if it's about john or joe).

as for 1989, i think the vault tracks are definitely stronger than some of the songs that made the cut (as much as i love WTNY and HYGTG, they're not her best work), but i don't think they would have fit into the story she was trying to tell. whether taylor successfully made an album that is about independence and not love is up for debate, but she claims that was her intention. IION and say don't go aren't great fits for that story, especially since it was one she was trying to tell within the secret messages.

i think red's biggest problem is that it was already too long of an album (which is also part of speak now's problem). i think the red vault tracks fit the theme of all the varying degrees of love, but red TV clocks out at over two hours. it's possible that forever winter in particular was too raw a song to release at the time (has she played it live yet? i haven't kept up with eras tour that much).

and while i love the fearless vault tracks, i do wonder if including them would have earned it less acclaim. they're good songs, but fearless is by far her most polished album imo. even the deluxe tracks, which i also adore, kinda take away from how well rounded the standard album is. it's very possible it's only capped at 13 tracks because cds back then could only hold so much, but i also think that it was a better decision for the marketing of the album itself.

but now, with ttpd and the eight million versions of midnights, it's harder to find the good shit because it's surrounded by so much filler. and yeah, part of it is that some of the songs on those albums are just...not good (bejeweled my deepest enemy), but i think a culling would have greatly benefitted them. ESPECIALLY with ttpd. taylor's always been songwriter who releases stuff that could be diary entries, but at least before it was like...you at least edited this. now it just seems like we're getting every single journal entry as is. and it's tiring. 31 songs is too much. hell, 16 songs for lover was too much.

ultimately i think it comes down to the fact that she no longer gets any push back from the people she works with, and fans are both willing to accept quantity over quality and (for many swifties, but not all) there's just a refusal to criticise her work at all. and i think taylor's desire to constantly release new content (which i think is a combination of a constant need for relevancy combined with the fact she's always writing) combined with being surrounded by yes men and adoring fans is impacting her work negatively. which has been the case since lover if not earlier, but i think midnights/ttpd are her most glaring examples of it.

anyway lmao sorry this got long. sorry for never being on here and then finally showing up to have opinions about taylor swift. do you guys still think i'm hot.

[ifyoureanythinglikemes]

yapping time @gaveyouigaveyoui :) since we're allowed to talk about collabs this week......allow me to go on a few tangents with this one lmao this specifically is a topic I really love. if you follow me on my main then you'd probably already know that one of my other favourite artists is my chemical romance, comprised of gerard way, frank iero, mikey way, and ray toro. and though we have no *direct* interactions between the two or any sign of a collab all the fans of both that I know are manifesting one HARD and I'm gonna be outlining why :3

taylor's already collaborated with a good number of the major culturally emo/pop-punk bands of the 2000s (panic! at the disco, fall out boy, paramore) so she might as well complete the collection with The culturally emo band lmao.

both mcr and taylor always seem to have One degree of separation from each other as well. for one, all the bands listed above (especially fall out boy and paramore) are on good terms with mcr even now which makes sense since they were peers in the same 2000s rock scene. even jack antonoff has met gerard before:

and chris gutierrez (a figure adjacent to the 2000s scene who's important in The Lore™️ of it all but that's another really long story) has been a fan of hers since at least the 1989 era and has gone to eras tour twice. which brings us to this, which is probably the most direct taymcr interaction we have to date: (deadxstop is chris)

as for taylor's own connections to mcr we Do know that she has historically been a fan of culturally emo bands of the time for years so honestly I feel it's not a stretch to say that she's heard mcr. she's also done an apple music commercial that, although I can't it find in good quality, it had welcome to the black parade on the playlist (second song):

in conclusion taylor and mcr should collab because why not at this point and because I think It Would Be Cool, they could make a banger theatre kid coded track together, and also because I want it to piss off those mcr stans who love to shit on swifties for some reason. I'm also a rock taylor truther at my core so that probably also has something to do with it <3

[thedelicatearcher]

Swiftie Finnick dragging rock reader to the eras tour. At first she's hesitant but when she finds out Paramore are opening she finally agrees to go with him. She won't admit it, but she screamed both Paramore and Taylor songs🤭🤭

swiftie finnick and his rock gf go to the eras tour !!

as silly as you could think it was, you couldn’t hide your excitement at the idea of dressing up for a concert. you had dressed up for concerts before, but you had never worn costumes to any of them. for months, you and your boyfriend finnick had spent entire afternoons sewing and attaching fake gemstones to your outfits.

at first, you had suggested just wearing ‘22’ shirts and calling it a day, but he was very adamant about doing the most AND making it from scratch. there were many discussions about what you should wear. on one hand, finnick really wanted to go matching with you. the idea of going as a hamburger and fries, like taylor swift and katy perry in the ‘you need to calm down’ video, was brought up but quickly dismissed by you. “how am i going to enjoy myself at a concert wearing a big ass fries outfit,” you protested. “bold of you to think that you were going to be taylor,” he retorted.

the classic ‘miss americana & the heartbreak prince’ outfit was also on the table, but finnick was eager to make a more elaborate outfit, so that idea was discarded too. even though it wasn’t what you both wanted, you decided to wear non-matching outfits. he scrolled through pinterest with you for half an hour before you finally found one you kind of liked: a black top and skirt full of gemstones that simulated the ‘bejeweled’ music video outfit. your eye makeup would include little beads, and your platform boots too. it wasn’t what you would normally wear to a concert, but you didn’t dislike it.

then, there was your boyfriend finnick odair, with his tongue sticking out in concentration as he sewed the ringmaster outfit that taylor had worn on the red tour. he had the same expression when he made friendship bracelets. being impeccable with knots, your lover was very focused on making friendship bracelets. in the time it took you to make three, he managed to make ten. his bracelets were very well done, with quirky references and pretty color palettes, although they were a little bigger than normal because his reference was his own wrist.

you love concerts, but you had never been to a taylor swift one before. when finnick invited you, you were a little unsure about going. “i wouldn’t want to take the ticket from a real fan” was your excuse, given your vague knowledge of swiftie culture after years of dating the blond. the moment he told you paramore would be the openers, you tossed that compassion for other swifties out the window.

as you made your way to your seats, you felt a little uneasy, as if you didn’t quite fit in. the vibe was nice but different from what you were used to. it wasn’t until people started trading bracelets with you that you began to feel more comfortable. a beaming smile adorned finnick’s face at the sight of your arm full of traded bracelets.

as you eagerly awaited paramore’s performance, you could hear your boyfriend’s gasps and hums of approval at other swifties’ outfits. once or twice, he pointed at someone and said “next time, we should dress up like that.” whenever someone complimented your outfit, he couldn’t help but cheerfully announce that they were handmade. but in reality, finnick’s outfit was a total spotlight stealer, so much dedication had gone into it. the colorful jacket gleamed in the sunlight reflecting off the beads. he had brought a ringmaster cane too, but sadly it was confiscated by security. he apologized profusely and promised the people behind him that he would remove his hat before the concert started, even before they had a chance to complain.

by the time paramore was midway through their set, you had already sung your heart out. you had danced like no one was watching during ‘hard times’, screamed ‘misery business’, and jumped while singing ‘still into you’ to finnick. when taylor took the stage, you were still so hyped up that you danced and sang (the few songs you knew) along with everyone else. you didn’t miss the glimmer in finnick’s eye as you danced so freely during the reputation era, or the sheer brightness on his face for being at a concert of an artist he so dearly adores. that look made everything worth it, a warm sensation overpowered your chest and you remembered once again why your heart truly and hopelessly belonged to him.