#like when taylor said christmas lights til january you just ???? love them!!!!!

[ilostyou]

love is like a poem written on a bathroom wall!!!!!!!!

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"Lover" by Taylor Swift Sentence Starters

I FORGOT THAT YOU EXISTED

"I lived in the shade you were throwing until all of my sunshine was gone."

"I couldn't get away from ya."

"I forgot that you existed."

"I thought that it would kill me, but it didn't."

"It isn't love, it isn't hate, it's just indifference."

"I would've stuck around for ya."

"Would've been right there, front row, even if nobody came to your show."

CRUEL SUMMER

"I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below."

"Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes."

"What doesn't kill me makes me want you more."

"It's a cruel summer with you."

"I'm not dying."

"We say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times."

"We're not trying."

"I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone."

"If I bleed, you'll be the last to know."

"I'm drunk in the back of the car."

"I cried like a baby coming home from the bar."

"Said, 'I'm fine,' but it wasn't true."

"I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you."

"I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

LOVER

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January."

"This is our place, we make the rules."

"There's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear."

"Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?"

"Can I go where you go?"

"Can we always be this close?"

"I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you."

"My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue."

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

THE MAN

"When everyone believes ya, what's that like?"

"I'm so sick of running as fast as I can."

"I'm so sick of them coming at me again."

"If I was out flashing my dollars, I'd be a bitch not a baller."

"If I was a man, then I'd be the man."

THE ARCHER

"I say I don't want that, but what if I do?"

"I've got a hundred thrown out speeches I almost said to you."

"I never grew up, it's getting so old."

"Help me hold onto you."

"Who could ever leave me, darling, but who could stay?"

"All of my heroes die all alone."

"They see right through me."

"Can you see right through me?"

"All the king's horses, and all the king's men couldn't put me together again."

"All my enemies started out friends."

I THINK HE KNOWS

"I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans."

"It's like I'm 17, nobody understands."

"He/she/they got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue."

"I wanna see what's under that attitude."

"I want you, bless my soul."

"He'd/she'd/they'd better lock it down or I won't stick around."

"Good ones never wait."

MISS AMERICANA & THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE

"You know I adore you."

"It's you and me, that's my whole world."

"You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes."

"It's you and me, there's nothing like this."

"We're so sad, we paint the town blue."

"Voted most likely to run away with you."

PAPER RINGS

"Now I wake up in the middle of the night and watch you breathe."

"Kiss me once cause you know I've had a long night."

"Kiss me twice cause it's gonna be alright."

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

"You're the one I want."

"I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this."

"I'm with you even if it makes me blue."

CORNELIA STREET

"We were a fresh page on the desk filling in the blanks as we go."

"I hope I never lose you, I hope it never ends."

"That's the kinda heartbreak time could never mend."

"I get mystified by how this city screams your name."

"I thought you were leading me on."

DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS

"Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts."

"I get drunk, but it's not enough."

"The morning comes and you're not my baby."

"I look through the windows of this love even though we boarded them up."

"I can't pretend it's okay when it's not."

"What once was ours is no one's now."

"The only thing we share is this small town."

"You said it was a great love, one for the ages."

"If the story's over, why am I still writing pages?"

LONDON BOY

"But something happened, I heard him/her/them laughing."

"They say home is where the heart is, but that's not where my mine lives."

"Darling, I fancy you."

"I guess all the rumors are true."

"Babe, don't threaten me with a good time."

"Just wanna be with you."

SOON YOU'LL GET BETTER

"I didn't tell you I was scared."

"Desperate people find faith."

"I know delusion when I see it in the mirror."

"You make the best of a bad deal."

"I just pretend it isn't real."

"I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try."

"I hate to make this all about me."

"Who am I supposed to talk to, what am I supposed to do, if there's no you?"

"This won't go back to normal, if it ever was."

FALSE GOD

"We were crazy to think that this could work."

"Remember when I said I'd die for you?"

"I can't talk to you when you're like this."

"I still do it for you, babe."

"We might just get away with it."

"Religion's in your lips even if it's a false god."

"I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me."

"Hell is when I fight with you."

"We'd still worship this love even if it's a false god."

YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN

"You are somebody that I don't know."

"You need to calm down, you're being too loud."

"You're coming at my friends like a missile."

AFTERGLOW

"I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue."

"Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves."

"Why'd I have to break what I love so much?"

"I don't wanna do this to you."

"I don't wanna lose this with you."

"It's so excruciating to see you low."

"Tell me that you're still mine."

"Tell me that we'll be just fine."

"Tell me that it's not my fault."

"Tell me that I'm all you want."

ME!

"I promise that you'll never find another like me."

"I know I never think before I jump."

"I know that I went psycho on the phone."

"I never leave well enough alone."

"Trouble's gonna follow where I go."

"I promise that nobody's gonna love you like me."

"I know I tend to make it about me."

"I never wanna see you walk away."

IT'S NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND

"Wanna hang out?"

"Yeah, sounds like fun."

"It's nice to have a friend."

"You've been stressed out lately, yeah, me too."

DAYLIGHT

"My love was as cruel as the cities that I lived in."

"There are so many lines I've crossed unforgiven."

"I'll tell you the truth but never goodbye."

"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you."

"I don't wanna think about anything else now that I thought of you."

"Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky."

"I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked."

"I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden."

ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE

"Your past and mine are parallel lines."

"Every dead-end street led you straight to me."

"Now you're all I need."

"Teenage love taught you there's good in goodbye."

"I wanna teach you how forever feels."

[the-metatron]

The Metatron's Taylor Swift Curse Blessing Playlist

Thank you for the tag , @confused-book-noises. I am eager to share my music playlist with my beloved followers.

Rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people.

1. Love Story - Taylor Swift

As you already know, I am an ardent supporter of star-crossed lovers and would never try to keep them apart.

2. Shake It Off - Taylor Swift

Taylor's rapping during the bridge was exquisite. Eminem has nothing on this. sick. beat.

3. Blank Space - Taylor Swift

I, too, have a long list of ex-lovers (everyone's grandparents) but they all prefer @pret-a-metatron to Starbucks.

4. London Boy - Taylor Swift

Who doesn't love a London boy? Darling, I fancy you(r grandfather). A true spiritual successor to Estelle's American Boy featuring Taylor's long-term archnemesis who shall not be named.

5. Lover - Taylor Swift

In @metatrons-heavenly-kingdom we will keep the Christmas lights up all year round, not just til January.

6. You Belong with Me - Taylor Swift

Ah, I remember when I used this song to seduce God. Good times (even though She rejected me).

7. All of the Girls You Loved Before - Taylor Swift

Though I appreciate her country, pop, and folk outings, Taylor Swift is at her best when she's channeling Ariana Grande and using suburban-friendly 'R&B' beats.

8. Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift

Ever since @ask-eric-the-disposable-demon placed the Taylor Swift curse upon me--which I've now come to embrace as a blessing--I've missed listening to other musicians. This song took me back to when I could listen to the Killers' A Dustland Fairytale and it was quite nostalgic for me. I saw the ending when I turned the page, I threw my money and I ran away I saw the scoreboard and ran for my life.

9. Cardigan - Taylor Swift

Kissing cars and downtown bars is truly all I needed. (In fact, the first two verses were unnecessary filler until this point in the song--don't tell Taylor I said that though, I'm sure she is already aware.)

10. Delicate - Taylor Swift

If anyone can empathize with Taylor Swift's undeserved bad reputation that has never been worse, it is me. Still, I try my best to get people to like me for me (and my coffee).

Full Pressure Tags (I'm the Metatron, what do you expect?)

@bildads-rib-shack, @kleenexwoman, @aceisdoingthings, @janeway-lover, @helphowdoiusethis, @violet-yimlat @morningbloodystar (and your entire family), @bagelofchaos (and everyone in your group chat), @creative-soul-22, @agoodpairofsocks

And anyone else who would like to participate--if you do, I will gift you a free oatmilk latte with almond syrup

[foxes-that-run]

Lover

The Lover video, the title track from Lover, is also brimming with Haylor references, some from Harry's later videos. Starting in Green the Benjamin photo is a reference to Olivia in Me!

Orange room they are on the ceiling, like the cover of Harry's house

The games are a reference to Scrabble, which Harry loves. Taylor also references playing Scrabble with Harry by text in the End Game Making of. Harry has posted about Scrabble on Insta and again in 2015 and again a game with his mum in 2013, in this video and photos by Georgina Fowler in 2013 and this collection of Harry's scrabble board photos.

The other games are lyric references, After glow is an apology, paired with king of my heart a YB song. On a scrabble board in a song about an affair.:.. my theory is that about half of this album and Harry’s Fine Line is about a Haylor affair. Breakable heaven & devils roll, are from cruel summer.

At dinner they eat Spaghetti, which Harry also eats in late night talking. This is an odd one, but the same joke was in this scene as this fan mail interview. When Harry reads it he seems surprised, then gets it and smiles.

The Red room features New Years Day, with the party and glitter on the floor after. He looks sad because they broke up after rather than staying to clean up bottles. 💔 However, in lover they have matured and commit in their own rules (not the 1950’s shit people want from her) so alls well that ends well to end up with you. ❤️ The beau's jacket references a Live on Tour suit of Harrys from Summer 2018.

The Style Video is referenced in the video projector room. This is also in the Lyric video for the song and both reference the home movies used in Style and 1989 promos.

The Fishbowl room is about Taylor's life being in a fish bowl and the muse being willing to jump into it. This is a Haylor Reference because Harry did, whereas other partners have been very private. Harry referenced this scene in the Adore You video where he had a fish that kept getting unmanageably large as he kept doing everything he can to care for it. The Adore Lyrics include: "Honey (ah) / I'd walk through fire for you / Just let me adore you" meaning he will jump in the bowl.

Taylor's yellow dress is very similar to Harry's yellow bird in Daylight.

Lyrics

In diary of a song Taylor tells how she wrote the lyrics in a night in Nashville flew to New York and finished the song that day. She said the song was about putting a spin on typical marriage themes. While often attributed to Joe, the title of ‘lover’ means not boyfriend/husband. The comments on a spin relate to committing to a non traditional relationship. She posted a bizarre thanks to Scott b in that same shirt when she changed label in nov 2018, though that date she was in Tokyo. It looks like maybe an earlier photo recording lover.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

In diary of a song Taylor said the first line is about making your own rules. The initial lyric was leaving the lights up till April. Taylor is telling us this is a non-traditional relationship where they set the rules.

20 seconds/20 years is referenced in Taylors Daylight. 20 (13+7) is in many Haylor songs. Mysterious ways is similar to in So it Goes Taylor refers to her muse as "my magician".

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover

Can I go where you go is a reference to wanting to be together despite their careers keeping them apart. Harry and Taylor have a lot lyrics about distance keeping them apart (Come back, be here, If I Could Fly, Love of my Life, Canyon Moon)

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

When Harry and Taylor were first together neither had a fixed address, they spent a lot of time in hotels and referred to each other as home (Sweet Creature) They also both bought their current houses in that time, which explains the young adult lyric.

Taylor and Joe had been together for 3 summers, so maybe YB. However the song title is 'lover' not 'boyfriend' and she sings summers, not years. HS and TS had also been together for 3 summers: 2012, August 2013 & 2014. Other maybe times are fall 2016 and winter 2018 not Summer.

Gold Rush also talks about feeling suspicious that people who see Harry want him. It would have been very hard even for a popstar for a 23 year old to date this guy:

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

In diary a song Taylor talked about a spin on marriage vows, like paper rings these songs are saying she will not marry either beau, one her lover who she wishes she could follow everywhere and the other her ‘not-shiny available boyfriend’

Taylor also uses Magnetic to describe her muse in Gorgeous, there in the context of not being able to hold back from them. Taylor also describes Harry as Magnetic in suburban legends.

The borrowed heart refers to the other people Taylor has dated during the on/off period. A blue heart is a reference to depression, something Harry has sung about in Falling and HS1. Blue is also the colour of 1989.

They are both overdramatic and true to each other. This line in particular separates YB and HS as the muse, YB is decidedly not overdramatic and seemed to tolerate it in TS.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my Lover

In diary of a song Taylor talks about “can I go where you go” as a profound question, which it is if going where your lover goes means giving up one of your massive careers and engaging with Stan’s and tabloids. As explored in Anti-hero and Peace Taylor’s career is big enough to make anything hard, but the wording here of going where her beau goes implies the muse has their own challenges beyond hers. Taylor asking how can we make it work and fit in our lives together, how can we protect this connection.

Take me home, is in Style: "So it goes / He can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mm / Takes me home / The lights are off, he's taking off his coat, mm, yeah" they also sing about home a lot.

Finally, my "Lover" means a partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage, AKA not her BF.

[taylorswiftandx]

Taylor Swift and Our

'Taylor Swift'

Mary's Song (Oh My My My): And our daddies used to joke about the two of us

Mary's Song (Oh My My My): And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said, "Oh, my my my"

Mary's Song (Oh My My My): Take me back to the time we had our very first night

Mary's Song (Oh My My My): We were sitting at our favorite spot in town

Mary's Song (Oh My My My): Our whole town came and our mamas cried

Mary's Song (Oh My My My): We'll rock our babies on that very front porch

Our Song: Our song is the slamming screen door

Our Song: Our song is the way you laugh

Our Song: Waited for something to come along that was as good as our song

Our Song: Our song is the way he laughs

Our Song: I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I wrote down our song

A Perfectly Good Heart: Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart, now?

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

Breathe: People are people and sometimes we change our minds

Change: Tonight we'll stand, get off our knees

Change: And the battle was long, it's the fight of our lives

Jump Then Fall: The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet

That's When: And I said, "Leave all those in our past"

'Speak Now (Taylor's Version)'

Mine: And I remember that fight, 2:30 AM, as everything was slipping right out of our hands

Last Kiss: And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are

Last Kiss: Just like our last kiss, forever the name on my lips, forever the name on my list, just like our last

Long Live: The time we stood with our shaking hands, the crowds in stands went wild

Long Live: We were the kings and the queens and they read off our names

Long Live: The night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same

Long Live: When they gave us our trophies and we had them up for our town

Long Live: May these memories break our fall

Ours: The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours

Ours: But they can't take what's ours, they can't take what's ours

Timeless: I’m gonna love you when our hair is turning gray

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

State Of Grace: We are alone with our changing minds

State Of Grace: Up in your room and our slates are clean

22: It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters and make fun of our exes

Holy Ground: We had this big wide city all to ourselves

Ronan: I remember your blue eyes looking into mine like we had our own secret club

Run: We can go where our eyes can take us, go where no one else is, run

'1989 (Taylor's Version)'

Welcome To New York: When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors, took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer

Wildest Dreams: And when we've had our very last kiss, my last request is

Wonderland: So we went on our way, too in love to think straight

New Romantics: We show off our different scarlet letters, trust me, mine is better

New Romantics: We are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet

Suburban Legends: I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs would surprise the whole school

Suburban Legends: When I ended up back at our class reunion, walking in with you

'reputation'

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: People started talking, putting us through our paces

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: But we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied, hands tied

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: Yeah, we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied, hands tied

Dress: Our secret moments in a crowded room

'Lover'

Lover: We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January, this is our place, we make the rules

Lover: We could let our friends crash in the living room, this is our place, we make the call

Death By A Thousand Cuts: And what once was ours is no one's now

Death By A Thousand Cuts: Our songs, our films, united we stand, our country, guess it was a lawless land

Death By A Thousand Cuts: Paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans

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

You Need To Calm Down: Like, can you just not step on our gowns?

Daylight: Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now, it's brighter now, now

'folklore'

Seven: And just like a folk song, our love will be passed on

Seven: Passed down like folk songs, our love lasts so long

Invisible String: Bold was the waitress on our three-year trip getting lunch down by the Lakes

Peace: Our coming-of-age has come and gone, suddenly this summer, it's clear

'evermore'

Champagne Problems: How evergreen, our group of friends don't think we'll say that word again

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

No Body, No Crime: That ain't my jewelry on our joint account

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

Happiness: In our history, across our great divide, there is a glorious sunrise

Coney Island: Were you waiting at our old spot in the tree line by the gold clock?

Cowboy Like Me: And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up

Marjorie: You'd always go past where our feet could touch

Right Where You Left Me: If our love died young, I can't bear witness

'Midnights'

Mastermind: I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails and the liquor in our cocktails

Glitch: But it's been 2190 days of our love blackout, our love is blacking out

Would've, Could've, Should've: Years of tearing down our banners, you and I

Hits Different: Each bar plays our song, nothing has ever felt so wrong

Other Songs written by Taylor

Christmas Must Be Something More: So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives

Christmas Must Be Something More: So here's to Jesus Christ who saved our lives

Eyes Open: In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords

If This Was A Movie: Wrapped up in your arms and our friends are laughing

Only The Young: They aren't going to change this, we gotta do it ourselves

Safe And Sound: The war outside our door keeps raging on

The Alcott: And over, like I always do / ‘Cause I love this curse on our house

This Is What We Came For: I say, "Our place," when we leave

Official Alternate Releases

If This Was A Movie (2010 Version): Locked up in your arms and our friends are laughing

Cowboy Like Me (Clean Version): And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to mess this up

[reverie-starlight]

{lover- m. atsumu}

I was listening to lover and I got inspired... this song makes me feel all kinds of lonely. Like- there's lonely, and then there's the kind of lonely I feel while listening to Lover.

Please enjoy this! I had fun writing it. I even made a special header for it cause this has literally been months in the making. I used the lover logo and everything hehe.

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Warnings: some language and alcohol consumption by reader, like one (1) dirty joke. slightly suggestive, but very very briefly in a couple spots. this is one of the fluffiest things I've ever written and I blame Taylor Swift for making me soft. not proof read.

Character: Miya Atsumu (you have no idea how long this has been sitting in my drafts under the name (lover- unspecified hq character) because I couldn't decide between Akaashi, Atsumu or Suna. Of course Atsumu prevailed bc I am in love with him.)

Word Count: idk but it’s long... definitely closer to 2k?

Synopsis: A collection of moments from when you and Atsumu navigate having your own home and living together for the first time.

Notes: The way this is set up isn't going to match the song 100%, I just chose some stand out lyrics, so it's a songfic, but not really. It isn't the whole song. And these moments aren't like, in sequence or anything, it's basically drabbles based on whatever I thought of for the chosen lyric.

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we could leave the christmas lights up 'til january

this is our place, we make the rules

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you were able to sit down on the sofa and admire your handiwork. You curled up against your boyfriend's side and smiled at what had been accomplished.

For the past week and a half, you and Atsumu had been busy moving into your new shared home. It was an apartment, and it was already a million times better than your previous living arrangements. You were living together now and it was surreal.

And what's more was that it was yours. You weren't just spending the night, you weren't visiting- it was your shared home with someone you cared for so deeply. It was your place, and both of you were free to do as you pleased with it.

"You know," you started off quietly, not wanting to disrupt the peace but also wanting to get this thought off of your mind. "We could potentially put up the Christmas decorations around the apartment one day after work this week. We're not running on anyone else's schedule anymore. We can literally put them up whenever we want."

Your boyfriend peered down at you and smiled. It wasn't one of his usual arrogant grins reserved for the court, or one of the teasing smirks that he used when he wanted to get on your nerves. This one was softer. It matched the look in his eyes and you knew it meant he was as happy as you were.

Tired from helping you move around furniture all day, but very happy.

"That's true. And that also means we wouldn't have to rush to take 'em down within a socially acceptable timeframe. 'Samu was always a stickler for that." He slightly shifted so that he could look at the one storage box that had been left out for the time being. In black marker it read Holiday Decorations- they had come from your old apartment.

You felt bad leaving your friend without any decorations at all, but since you paid for them (and Osamu refused to give his brother their shared box) you took yours with you.

"That is also true." You sighed and looked around the newly finished living room. A comfortable silence took over once again.

"So were ya thinking tomorrow after you get home, or..." Atsumu trailed off.

Home. He must've said sentences similar to that a million times over the course of your relationship, however it was always referring to a different place with people who weren't him. The weight of it was different now. Home was with him, and though it felt like that even before moving in together, home- as in the physical place you now lived- was also with him.

"That sounds perfect." you grinned up at him.

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have I known you 20 seconds, or 20 years?

The only way to describe this moment was pure.

Lying face-to-face in bed with your lover, not talking at all, just admiring each other. Sometimes he would brush away a strand of hair from your face and follow up with caressing your cheek. Talking wasn't needed. You were at a point in your relationship with Atsumu where silences didn't need to be filled with meaningless small talk.

You had an understanding of each other now and it ran so deep that you wondered how you hadn't known this man your whole life. In the grand scheme of your time on this planet, you had only known him for a small part of it.

It baffled you, in all honesty, how you knew he would be your forever.

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can I go where you go?

can we always be this close forever and ever?

When he first brought up the prospect of living together, you were a bit hesitant.

You knew there was no need to be, considering you had been together for years, but you were scared of change and you really loved how things were going. Moving in together was bound to cause more petty arguments until you could both navigate the new dynamics that it was bound to bring to your relationship.

And if you were being really honest, you were worried that you wouldn't necessarily have your own space- your room would now be shared, you had to be mindful of how you decorated the place so it would be to both of your likings... you were scared that moving in with someone (who wasn't just your roommate) would take away some of the joys of independence.

But once you got settled and used to living together?

You never wanted to be apart from him again.

Laughter rang through the kitchen as he flung some flour at you. It was one in the morning and the two of you decided it would be a good idea to make cookies.

"Okay, okay! I yield! Just stop!" He laughed as you were about to crack an egg over his head.

You set the egg down and pretended to be done with your attacks. Walking over to the sink to wash your hands as he put the cookies in the oven, you silently filled up a small cup with water.

"Alright, I'm gonna go change-" he was cut off by a splash of water in his face.

You grinned at him and started backing away as he wiped a hand over his face. He noticed you trying to sneak away and lunged at you.

"Oh no, you're not getting away that easy," he laughed, chasing you around the kitchen.

Yeah, you wouldn't trade living with him for the world.

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take me out, and take me home

You were drunk.

You had gone out with a group of your friends to celebrate a birthday and you were lucky enough to not be playing designated driver. You were going to offer but Atsumu suggested that he take that role on instead since he had practice the next day and didn't want to go in with a hangover.

("Plus," he said, "You always offer and you deserve to have some fun, too.")

You seldom drank when you went out with friends, usually just preferring to watch over them and make sure they were safe. Even Atsumu had only ever seen you drunk a handful of times, and never in a public setting with loud music and other drunk people involved. But tonight you decided that as long as he was there to keep you from doing something stupid, you could let loose. He had no idea what was in store.

So when you stumbled up to him and interrupted his conversation with one of your friend's boyfriends (who also opted to stay sober), he couldn't help but laugh a bit. You tried to lean on the bar beside you but missed it, causing your boyfriend to quickly catch you before you could drop to the ground. You bounced back quick from the embarrassment, using his hands on your waist to your advantage.

"Hey, handsome," you tried to flirt, putting your arms around his neck, "can I buy you a drink?"

He stared at you for a second before smirking. If he knew one thing about you when you got drunk, it was that your confidence could easily be turned into clinginess or shyness depending on how he responded to whatever advances you made.

He whispered something in your ear that made you flush. Then you were hiding your face in his neck as he laughed at you even more, patting your side.

"'Tsumu, c'mon, let me be the flirt in this relationship for once," you mumbled against him.

He rubbed your back comfortingly and said "I'm very sorry, baby, you can flirt with me all you want on the car ride home, kay?"

You nodded and brought your face out of hiding.

He checked his phone for the time. "We should get going, actually, it's getting pretty late. Is that alright with you, sweetheart?"

You nodded and jumped on him, making him scramble to catch you once again. "Take me home, lover."

And when he did eventually get you home, after saying bye to your friends, and a car ride full of your flirting, he realized had to carry you the whole way up. Sleepiness was taking over and you were getting sappy- his favourite part.

He sat you down on the bathroom counter, washing your face and brushing your teeth for you with the softest look in his eyes as you rambled on about all the reasons you loved him. He listened to you speak with a fond smile, small hums of acknowledgement leaving his mouth and his chest swelling with love.

"And, I'm just so proud of you, baby, you're amazing." You finished your slurred rant with a bright smile and a sloppy kiss to his forehead.

He giggled a bit and hugged you tightly before pulling away to look into your eyes. "You have no idea how much I love you. How grateful I am for you," he ran his hands up and down your sides and smiled when you squirmed. "Now let's get you into bed, sleepy." He peppered you with a few kisses before taking you to your shared bed and lying you down.

He always wanted to be the one who brought you home.

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and i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

i've loved you three summers now honey, but i want 'em all

He had taken you as his plus one to an event he was obligated to attend. It was some sort of banquet- you weren't really clear on all the details but you did know that it was a big deal for Atsumu. There was going to be a lot of potential sponsors for him and his teammates, so you wanted to make sure that you weren't being anything less than perfect so you wouldn't attach a negative image to him. (He told you that there was nothing to worry about, that nothing you could do or say would ever be so bad, but you worried anyway.)

You really were trying to be calm and collected.

But this girl, the daughter of a potential sponsor, was seriously pushing your limits.

The entire night she had been eying him, just waiting for you to leave his side- glaring at you then smiling at Atsumu if he happened to look over. You were not having it, obviously, and you tried to make it clear that she had no chance.

But she was persistent.

"I mean, come on, I can get my dad to sponsor you so easily- I have a lot of sway with him, you know? There’s just one condition you’d have to meet," you heard her say as you were walking out of the bathroom and back to his side.

You rolled your eyes. You knew your boyfriend was attractive- it wasn't unusual for people to try to flirt with him before realizing he wasn't single- and you knew you had nothing to worry about. He was so loyal and loving and he would never even entertain the thought of betraying you like that.

But sometimes he could be a bit dense.

He definitely wasn't the playboy flirt the media often made him out to be. In fact, you even made the first move before you started dating. He hadn't realized you were flirting at all until you made it clear to him.

So you didn't hold it against him when you heard him being friendly with the girl who now had a hand on his arm. You walked up beside him and looped your arm through his free one. He immediately turned and smiled at you, then tried to introduce the girl. 

“Oh, hey baby, there ya are. This is-” he widened his eyes at you in panic as he realized he forgot her name and you had to fight back the smile that was making its way onto your face. He quickly turned to face the girl to make it seem like he directed that last sentence at her. “My partner, (L/n) (Y/n).” 

She didn’t remove her hand from his arm and only seemed to latch onto him tighter at your arrival.

The girl faked a smile towards you. “Hi,” it was obviously cold, and if Atsumu hadn’t noticed her behavior before, he was definitely catching on now.

He pulled his arm out of her grasp and moved closer to you. “She was just telling me about how ‘er father’s company could be a potential sponsor. What were ya saying before about me having to meet a condition?” 

She flushed but didn’t lose any confidence. “Well, I was going to say the condition was buying me dinner... would you be interested, Atsumu?”

Your eyes widened at her use of his first name and he frowned. “Uh... definitely not. Please call me Miya. We’re not close, and we’re never going to be. Thank you for your sponsorship offer, but I think your condition is a little too impossible for me to meet. I have a partner and the least ya could do is respect that.”

With that said, he moved his hand into yours and tugged you along behind him. You stuck your tongue out at the girl as you passed her, not feeling bad at the embarrassed look on her face one bit.

Once you were out on the balcony, he apologized for not realizing she was flirting sooner. 

“’Tsum, it’s all good. Once you did realize it, you shut it down immediately. You did nothing wrong.” 

He nodded but you could still tell he felt guilty. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it so he would look at you. “If you feel bad about getting hit on a lot when I’m around, or flirted with despite this relationship being public knowledge, please don’t. I trust you and I know that you would never break that. It can be frustrating, and maybe some days I feel more insecure than others, but at the end of the day? We go home together. We’re a team, okay? I love you.”

Atsumu looked at you like you just hung the stars in the sky. “I love you so much.” He wanted to hug you, pick you up, kiss you- show you how much your words reassured him and how grateful he was for you. 

But there were still people on the other side of the door who would be eager to call the two of you out for being unprofessional at one of his work events. So instead he settled for placing a quick kiss on your hand.

He glanced through the doorway and then stood up. “How mad do you think my publicity rep would be with me if people saw us leaving early again?”

“He’d be pissed. You’ve been so good tonight.”

“And you’ve been perfect. Just like I said you’d be. I think we can risk a few articles, right?”

You sighed, but smiled up at him anyway. “One of these days we’ll see a work party through to the end, but today is not that day.” 

The two of you giggled and snuck out of the party, not caring one bit about the affronted looks of old businessmen or the teasing glances of his teammates.

The next morning, his phone was blowing up with angry messages from his managers and some snarky texts from his brother. He shut off his phone and rolled over to fall back asleep with you in his arms. 

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and you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

“Baby, I lied, I have another one,” said Atsumu as he walked up to where you sat on the couch. 

You groaned. Your boyfriend had been telling you bad jokes all morning, obviously trying to get on your nerves, and you finally managed to get him to stop.

Or so you thought.

“Atsumu, I swear, it’s only been twenty minutes-”

“Just listen! I think you’ll like this one.”

You sighed. “Fine. Go ahead.”

He dramatically cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. “Now this may seem corny but you make me-”

“Atsumu,” you cut him off when you realized where the joke was going. 

“Knock knock,” he said, as if he anticipated you’d cut him off.

“Who’s there?” you couldn’t have sounded more done with him if you tried.

“Al.”

“Al who?”

“Al give you a kiss if you just open this stupid door!” The smile he gave you reminded you of a puppy after doing a trick- proud and looking for a positive response.

You pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and kissed him.

“You’re lucky that one was cute- it made up for that other one.”

His smile widened. “Speaking of that one-”

“Oh fine, have your way.” You tried and failed to sound annoyed as you put your arms out for him. 

He laughed and picked you up, running to your shared room.

You had to admit- you were happy that you were the only one he directed those types of jokes to.

And even if they were lame, you still loved him with everything you had.

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you're my, my, my, my lover

[eleanorbloom]

Marry My Lover (Bryce x Eleanor Proposal Headcanon)

A/N: Well, I thought I wouldn't do it because I was too invested with this fic, but I've been thinking adult life is so fucking hard that maybe I'll never find the time and inspo to finish this fic, so... well, why not realease it to the world as headcanon/very-poorly-written-fic. If later I find the inspo, maybe I'll write it, maybe not, but I think posting this will lift a heavy weight off me.

Please forgive me my grammar mistakes and poor english, I mean, I know it's not poor, but I went really basic here, other way I would've never finished writing this lol

Tagging my WYR readers, in case you're interested in reading this @curiousconch @romereadingshop @utterlyinevitable @lahellacute @chocopeppermintcake

Also this is sumbission for @openheartfanfics Weekly Trope Challenge, week 2: Weddings & Proposals (@openheartheadcanons)

Marry My Lover

Bryce had wanted to propose to Eleanor for a while, considering both spontaneous and prepared ways to do it.

One of the first ideas was proposing on a visit to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, as it was the place of their first date. But none of their shifts let them assist for a couple of weeks, so he decided to look for something less complicated.

As he saw their annual meeting with the gang was coming, he decided he would propose on that occasion. Surrounded by friends, the people who helped them get together and supported them in the most difficult times both personally and as a couple.

So he would propose at Donahue’s. With a song, no less. Marry Me by Bruno Mars. A cheerful song, Eleanor loved Bruno Mars and simply matched with the tone he wanted to have on the proposal. Happy and spectacular. He wanted to make her feel the luckiest, most loved woman on earth.

So when he decided what he would do, he shared the news with Sienna so she could help him orchestrate the event. He would arrive a bit later than Eleanor, Sienna would keep her distracted, and then whoop, Bryce would appear at the center of the bar singing the song.

On the day of the meeting, Bryce was in the locker room when he received a text from Sienna: “All set, B! We’re waiting for you”. He breathed deeply, excited and a bit nervous at the same time.

They had talked about marriage, about a life together thousands of times, but it was different just taking the step and doing it, of proposing marriage. Marriage. Damn.

But at the same time, it was just a confirmation of the love they had for each other. Their love that had grown exponentially, to unknown highs and depths in the three years they had been together, and he was sure that their love would keep growing and getting stronger with each day.

After getting ready, he texted Keiki: “Hey Keiks, are you there already?” “Oh, yeah, hidden in the parking lot, super spy.” “Awesome, I’m coming out of the locker room I’ll be there in five” “Okay”

Bryce didn’t want her to miss it for the world. Keiki would kill him if he let that happen. Luckily for both Bryce and Keiki, she was studying close to home, more than close. Cambridge. BS in Physics at MIT, so as she was living just a few minutes away from Boston, they saw each other pretty regularly, once a week or once every two weeks depending on how busy the three were.

Keiki was excited about it, but there was just this strange smirk on her. Bryce thought it was just the fact that her brother would propose to Eleanor at last.

Once at the bar, he greeted their friends, Elijah, coming from Chicago, Jackie, from Baltimore, and Sienna coming from New York. Aurora was the only one living in Boston, working at Brigham and Women’s Hospital as attending and part of the new Diagnostic Team there.

Everyone was happy but at the same time with this strange smirk, like they were hiding something.

“And Elle?” he asked.

A few moments after the question was made, a guitar started to play. He looked at the center of the bar, and found Eleanor, on a yellow dress, and matched hatband playing guitar and singing: We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Bryce couldn’t believe his eyes. His ears. His skin. How a shiver ran down his spine, making tingle every inch of him; how his stomach fluttered at the sight of her there, beautiful and singing and… Surprising him.

It was Lover by Taylor Swift, because, how not, his girlfriend was a Swiftie since High School, so once a Swiftie, always a Swiftie.

Bryce knew almost every song of the last two albums she had released in the last couple of years because they had blasted the speakers of their home for weeks. Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, ah Take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover

After singing the chorus, Eleanor handed the guitar to Rafael, who continued with the melody, and took the mic in one hand, singing the second verse as she started walking slowly towards him. We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call She took his hand on hers and softly pulled him to the center of the bar

And when Eleanor sang “And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you”, both chuckled knowingly, because they knew how true that was, wherever he goes, he enchants.

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

It had been three summers indeed and nor he or she couldn’t imagine a summer without each other.

Eleanor kept singing, every word with meaning, it was like the song was written for them, especially “I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover” Because who else on this planet was a magnetic force but him?

Bryce was beaming the whole song, smiling, laughing, biting his lip, showing how happy, flattered, incredulous and in love he was.

He couldn’t believe his luck. To this day, after more than three years, sometimes he still couldn’t believe he had the chance to love so much and be so loved. So happy, so free, so understood. And he would probably live this luck, this love, forever and ever with her.

When the song ended, Eleanor took out something from the pocket of her yellow dress. A velvet box. When she opened it, a silver ring with a diamond at the center shined under the multicolor lights of the bar. Eleanor took his hand in hers and kissed his knuckles softly before asking: “Bryce Lahela, mi amor, we both know we want to spend the rest of our lives together. In these three years you have made me nothing but happy. The happiest luckiest woman alive. I want that for the rest of our lives. Would you marry me?”

“Yes,” he said, eyes sparkling, shining so bright with emotions, with love, with adoration, with happiness, “Yes, babe, yes! The only thing I want is to spend the rest of my life with you!”

Everyone cheered, Sienna was crying, Kyra too, and even Keiki had shed a tear.

Eleanor put a ring on his finger and both kissed sweetly in the middle of the bar.

After a few moments, Bryce kissed her hand and chuckled, “Well, now it’s my turn.”

Eleanor stared confused at him, and when she heard him shouting “Música maestro!” she understood.

Eleanor couldn't believe it either. When the notes of Marry Me by Bruno Mars started playing, she covered her mouth with her hands just like Cecilia Bolocco when she won Miss Universe in 1986. “No way, love!” she squealed.

After a few verses, Bryce took her hand and turned her to the wall, where a video was playing. Videos of colleagues, nurses, even patients, with thumbs up singing along “Don't say no, no, no, no, no, Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah” Then, her parents showed up in the video, beaming as they sang along too. Even her grandparents from Chile, Ricardo and Ofelia, appeared in the video asking the same.” “Oh my god,” Eleanor couldn't hold it anymore and simply let the tears fall. Tears of joy, of happiness.

Then Bryce started to walk around the bar, singing with a persuasive tone, asking the patrons to join him in his singing, as if he had to convince her to marry him. Friendly patrons would nod and show their thumbs up and sing along for a couple of seconds.

Once the song ended, Bryce bend on one knee and took the velvet box out of the pocket of his pants, where a beautiful rose gold ring was there, with a round diamond at the center and smaller at the sides. “Well, you won me. This was my idea too, but you were faster, or maybe you had friends who took your side and decided to help you instead of me.” Everyone chuckled. “Or maybe she just asked before you did,” Jackie teased. “Either way, I’m honored and flattered, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity to propose to you. I mean, I’ve dreamed about this day practically since I met you.” “Awww, mi amor.” “I want all summers with you and all winters, especially winters so you can keep me warm on snowy nights.” Eleanor giggled, her eyes full of tenderness, “Of course, my love. Summer, fall, winter, spring, all of the seasons and all of the years I have left on this planet.” “Good. And you, Eleanor Andrea Bloom, would you marry me?” “Yes, my love, mi amor, sí, sí, yes!” Bryce put the ring on her finger, and again, people cheered and clapped. Keiki and Jackie whistled.

When Bryce and Eleanor got off the stage, the gang approached them, filling them with congratulations and hugs, and just love for the happy, recently-engaged couple. they disclosed how everything had happened -Eleanor indeed had asked help first, she had been practicing guitar for more than a month with the help of Rafael.

After a while, Bryce took Eleanor’s hand and led her to a quiet place so they could have a moment for themselves. They smiled and laughed without saying anything, still processing what had happened and trying to understand the happiness they were feeling. their hearts were simply overflowing with happiness and love. “You know? I can say people, mostly women, have asked me a lot of things in my life, some of them shocking, some of them rather cute, but never had a woman proposing to me, so this is a first. You're definitely a keeper.” “Oh, that's why you're agreeing to marry me?” she asked, feigning offense. “One of the four hundred million reasons, babe.” Eleanor smiled pensively, earnest, “You deserve everything, my love, everything. And that includes being proposed, because, damn, we’re too far from gender stereotypes and toxic masculinity.” “I agree.” “And because I really wanted you to know that I wanna marry you, and spend the rest of my life with you, just as much as you do.”

Completely spellbound by the sincerity of her love, now and always, Bryce simply bit his lip and leaned to plant a sweet kiss on her lips.

There was nothing else to do but be happy.

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Ps: Here pics of Bryce and Eleanor engagement rings. I had the idea of a collage, but it would've also taken me a day to finish it, lol sorry

Thank you for reading! ❤

[amazingmaeve]

My, My, My, My, Lover - Scott McCall

Teen Wolf Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Summary: Y/N and Scott go through their life from high school to marriage and explore the ups and downs of a relationship.

Request: can i please request lover by taylor swift and scott mccall? i have fallen in love with tyler posey and lover is one of my favorite songs. as for an idea, maybe just all the cute moments of scott and the reader, from their first meeting, to the first kiss, a random moment of her scraping her knee or something, up until the wedding. i just need some scott fluff. 😭💕 thank you so much. you don’t have to write this if you don’t want to! 🥺

Requested by: @blkwd

Pairing: Scott McCall x Female!Reader

Warnings: Nothing just fluff

AN: Based on the Song Lover by Taylor swift. I love this and I love Scott and Taylor Swift.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January This is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Y/N met Scott when she was in the 11th grade through his mom who she worked with a student volunteer. She knew who Scott was since he was the captain of the lacrosse team but she never actually met him.

She was invited over to dinner when Melissa asked her to join her and Scott for dinner. She agreed because she didn’t want to be mean and rude to her.

When they first met they obviously had some chemistry.

Scott asked her out a week later with a smile on his face. And of course Y/N agreed because she liked the boy as well.

When she found out about him being a werewolf is when he showed her after a few months of dating. He was worried that she was going to be scared of him and run off.

But Y/N didn’t do that she hugged Scott and whispered in his ear and told him “Thanks for telling me and trusting me.”

Even though Y/N was kind of freaked out the first time she saw him turn to a werewolf she wasn’t scared of because she knew he could never hurt her.

Scott hugged her back thankful that he didn’t scare her off.

She became friends with his friends and was close with Lydia after they first met.

Whenever Y/N and Scott talked it felt like they knew each other for years. She loved everything about him and he loved everything about her.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover 

After high school they stayed close through long distance since Scott wanted to be a vet and Y/N wanted to be a doctor. Even though long distance is hard they face timed and called everyday.

They visited each other in Beacon Hills for holidays.

When one day they came to Beacon Hills for Christmas. Scott was nervous since he was going to ask Y/N to marry him.

He asked for Lydia’s help to pick out a ring and Lydia gladly excepted to help. She was happy for her best friends.

They were in their 4 year of school and have been dating for a long time.

Y/N had a surprise for him as well. She was going to move where he was and take online school for the rest of her college years. She missed being next to Scott and didn’t want to be away from him even more.

After eating Christmas dinner her and Scott went out for a walk.

As she was about to tell Scott he got on one knee and got a jewelry box out.

“Scott what’s going on,” Y/N gasped.

“Y/N you and have been dating for 6 years and I know you are the love of my life. After Allison I thought I wouldn’t find anyone else but then you came along. Will You marry me,” Scott asked with a smile on his face while Y/N gaped at him with her mouth wide open.

“Yes,” She accepted with a wide grin on her face while pulling him up to hug him and kiss him on the lips.

Scott put the ring on her finger after they were finished with their kissing with a smile on his face.

“I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all 

Now Living together Scott and Y/N live together are happy with their lives. Even happier than before.

After Scott asked her to marry him, she told him about wanting to move with him. At first he said no because of her education but she explained she could do on line school.

Scott was a bit hesitant but agreed none the less.

When ever their friends come to visit they would always have a place on the couch for them. When ever their friends were in town there was always a place for them at their place.

They only owned a one bedroom apartment and it was small.

Even though Scott was still a werewolf he could control it with the full moon because of Y/N.

Whenever Y/N saw Scott talking to a girl she gets a bit jealous because whenever she sees someone looking at him she thinks that they want him. She keeps that to herself because she trust Scott.

Same thing with Scott he would get jealous of any guy talking to her as well.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my lover 

Arguments.

They were very rare for Y/N and Scott but when they do they always end of saying something that they don’t mean.

Scott would always sleep on the couch and Y/N would always be alone in the bed.

This one argument was over Y/N wanting to get married sooner than later. Scott said not at the moment because they were in college still.

Y/N asked why and asked if he didn’t want to get married. And in return Scott told her why he wouldn’t be in love with and to stop being so selfish. In return Y/N called him a dick and ran to her bedroom locking the door.

Scott could open the door but decided against knowing that she need some time to her self. And he felt guilty.

He didn’t mean to snap at her but school was getting him frustrated.

In the morning Scott made breakfast for her.

“No,” Y/N blandly said before turning to the room but Scott stopped her.

“Please just sit and we can talk,” Scott pleaded with her giving her his puppy dog eyes. Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes before sitting down.

“So what do you have to say,” Y/N asked while shoving some bacon in her mouth.

“I wanted to say sorry about how mean I was, I was frustrated with school and took it out on you and I shouldn’t have,” Scott apologized to her.

“I just wanted to get married sooner,“ Y/N whispered looking down at the scrambled eggs.

“I know and I decided I want that too,” Scott admitted putting some eggs in his mouth.

Y/N head snapped up with a shocked look on her face.

“Really you sure you ok with that,” Y/N asked feeling really giddy. She didn’t want to force him into this thought.

“Yes I’m sure,” Scott chuckled.

Y/N clapped her hand getting up to sit on his lap bringing her lips to kiss his lips feeling happy. 

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover 

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Finally they got married. Y/N was so excited to marry him that day. She had the perfect dress and hair.

Y/N was so happy to be with him. She could be herself around him and he didn’t judge her for that.

With the hard ships they found each other.

Y/N had her hair broken by many boys and Scott had Allison die in his arms and he knew she would want him to be happy. He loved her and she loved him

Scott kissed her softly and everyone stood up and clapped happy for the too. Y/N had Lydia as her bridesmaid and Stiles was Scott’s best man which was convenient for the both of them.

“I’m so happy you’re now my wife.”

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my lover

Now a year later Y/N laid in bed with Scott by her side. He was sleeping and she admired him as he slept.

His arm was wrapped around the huge baby bump.

She found out she was pregnant around six months ago. She was happy and worried. She didn’t know if Scott wanted to be a dad and if he didn’t would he leave her.

When she told him he was over the moon for Y/N and himself. He hugged her and kissed her happiness surrounded him.

“What’s wrong Y/N/N,” Scott yawned as he woke up and noticed she was awake as well.

“Nothing I’m just happy to be with you.”

[myfanwymusings]

TAYLOR SWIFT / LOVER+

These lyrics come from Taylor Swift’s 2019 album, Lover. It is her seventh studio album, and the first that she owned fully. Lyrics may be modified to better fit roleplay situation, please feel free to adjust to your needs. Additionally, two solo tracks that were released in this era Only the Young and Beautiful Ghosts have been included  -  these were not included on the album, but are considered to be of the same era.

I FORGOT THAT YOU EXISTED

How many days did I spend thinking about how you did me wrong?

I lived in the shade you were throwing until all of my sunshine was gone

I couldn't get away from you

I was in my feelings more than Drake

But then something happened one magical night, I forgot that you existed

I forgot that you existed

I thought that it would kill me, but it didn't

It was so nice

It isn't love, it isn't hate, it's just indifference

I forgot that you got out some popcorn as soon as my rep started going down

You laughed on the school yard as soon as I tripped up and hit the ground 

I would've stuck around and fought the whole town for you

But you showed who you are, then one magical night I forgot that you existed

You sent me a clear message 

You taught me some hard lessons

I just forget what they were, it's all just a blur

You taught me some hard lessons, I just forget what they were, it's all just a blur

CRUEL SUMMER,

Oh yeah, you're right, I want it

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below 

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes 

What doesn’t kill me, makes me want you more

It’s new, feeling the shape of your body

It’s blue, this feeling I’ve got

It’s a cruel summer

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em, no rules 

There’s no rules in breakable heaven

I'm not dying 

We'll just screw it up in these trying times

We're not trying 

I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone 

If I bleed, you’ll be the last to know

I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

I’m fine

I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you

For whatever it’s worth, I love you - ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?

For whatever it’s worth, I love you 

LOVER

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

This is our place, we make the rules 

There's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close? 

Take me out, and take me home 

You’re my lover

We could let our friends crash in the living room 

This is our place, we make the call 

I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you 

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all 

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

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

Save all your dirtiest jokes for me

At every table, I'll save you a seat

THE MAN

I played the field before I found someone to commit to

When everyone believes you, what's that like?

I’m so sick of running as fast as I can

I’m so sick of running as fast as I can wondering if I’d get there quicker if I was a man

I'm so sick of them coming at me again 

It's all good if you're bad 

It's okay if you're mad 

They paint me out to be bad, so, it's okay that I'm mad 

THE ARCHER

I’m ready for combat

I don’t want that, but what if I do?

Cruelty wins in the movies

I’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches I’ve almost said to you

Easy they come, easy they go

I never grew up, it’s getting so old

Help me hold on to you

Who could ever leave me, but who could stay?

I’ve been the archer, and I’ve been the prey

What if I’m alright right here?

I cut my nose off to spite my face, then hate my reflection for years and years

I keep waking at night and pacing like a ghost

All of my heroes died all alone

Can you see right through me?

They see right through me

I see right through me

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put me together again

All of my enemies started out friends

You could stay

Who could stay?

I THINK HE KNOWS

I think he knows

Your footprints on the sidewalk lead to where I can't stop 

His hands around a cold glass make me wanna know that body like it's mine 

I'm drawing up the plans

It's like I'm 17 and nobody understands 

I wanna see what's under that attitude

I want you

I’m not gonna tell him, I think he knows

You'll want me to stay 

I think he knows he better lock it down or I won’t stick around

The good ones never wait

I’ll drive

So, where you wanna go?

Where are we gonna go?

MISS AMERICANA AND THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE

You know I adore you

I’m crazier for you than I was at sixteen

I’m lost in the lights

American glory faded before me

I’m feeling helpless

I ripped up my prom dress

I saw the scoreboard and ran for my life

No cameras catch my pageant smile

It’s been a long time coming

It’s you and me - that’s my whole world

She’s a bad girl

The whole school is rolling fake dice

You play stupid games, then you’ll win stupid prizes

There’s nothing like this

Our team is losing

I saw the high fives between the bad guys

You are the only one who seems to care

The damsels are depressed

If boys will be boys then where are the wise men?

Darling, I’m scared

The storm is coming now

I don’t want you to go

I don’t really want to fight

I don’t really want to fight cause nobody’s gonna win

I think you should come home

I’ll never let you go

This is a fight that someday we’re gonna win

PAPER RINGS

The moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met

I went home and tried to stalk him on the internet

I've read all of the books beside your bed

I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night 

You know I had a long night 

Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright 

It's gonna be alright 

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

Darling, you’re the one I want

You’re the one I want in dirty dreams

I'm with you even if it makes me blue 

This takes me back to night that we painted your brother’s wall

Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws we wouldn't be standing here so tall 

I want to drive away with you

I want your complications

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me

CORNELIA STREET

I rent a place on Cornelia Street

We were a fresh page on the desk filling in the blanks as we go

I hope I never lose you

I hope it never ends

That's the kinda heartbreak time could never mend

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again 

I get mystified by how this city screams your name

I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away 

I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away I'd never walk Cornelia Street again 

Back when we were card sharks, playing games I thought you were leading me on 

You packed your bags, left Cornelia Street before I even knew you were gone 

Sacred new beginnings that became my religion

DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS

Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

I get drunk, but it's not enough cause the morning comes and you're not my baby

I get drunk, but it's not enough

The morning comes and you're not my baby

I look through the windows of this love even though we boarded them up

I can't pretend it's okay when it's not 

I dress to kill my time

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright, they say, "I don't know"

I don’t know

What once was ours is no one's now 

I see you everywhere, the only thing we share is this small town 

You said it was a great love, one for the ages

But if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages? 

I’m trying find a part of me that you didn't touch 

You gave up on me like I was a bad drug 

Paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans 

LONDON BOY

We can go driving in, on my scooter, uh, you know, just 'round London

I love my hometown as much as Motown

Something happened, I heard him laughing, I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

They say home is where the heart is but that's not where mine lives

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

Darling, I fancy you

So, I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

I love high tea

You can find me in the pub

Babes, don't threaten me with a good time 

God, I love the English 

Just wanna be with you

SOON YOU’LL GET BETTER (FT. THE CHICKS)

I didn’t tell you I was scared

Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too 

Soon you’ll get better

I know delusion when I see it in the mirror 

I just pretend it isn't real 

I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try

And I hate to make this all about me but who am I supposed to talk to?

What am I supposed to do if there's no you? 

This won't go back to normal

It's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because cause I have to

FALSE GOD

We were crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I'd die for you? 

We were stupid to jump in the ocean separating us

Remember how I’d fly to you? 

I can't talk to you when you're like this 

Stop staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town. I'm New York City, I still do it for you, babe 

They all warned us about times like this 

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith 

We might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips, even if it's a false god we'd still worship this love

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love

The altar is my hips 

I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me 

Hell is when I fight with you, but we can patch it up good 

I can't talk to you when your like this, daring you to leave me just so you can try and scare me

You're the West Village, you still do it for me, babe

YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN

You are somebody that I don't know but you're takin' shots at me like it's Patrón

Damn, it’s 7 am

Hey, are you okay?

I ain't trying mess with your self-expression but I've learned a lesson that stressing and obsessing about somebody else is no fun 

I ain't trying mess with your self-expression

I've learned a lesson that stressing and obsessing about somebody else is no fun 

You need to calm down

You’re being too loud

You need to calm down, you’re being too loud

You need to just stop

Can you not step on my gown?

Why are you mad, when you could be glad?

You just need to take several seats and then try to restore the peace and control your urges to scream about all the people you hate 

You just need to take several seats

AFTERGLOW

I blew things out of proportion

You put me in jail for something I didn’t do

Thought I had reason to attack 

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves 

Why'd I have to break what I love so much? 

I'm to blame 

Hey, it’s all me, in my head

I'm the one who burned us down but it's not what I meant 

I don’t wanna do this to you 

I don’t wanna lose this with you

Don't go

Meet me in the afterglow 

It's so excruciating to see you low

Just wanna lift you up and not let you go 

It's so excruciating to see you low, I just wanna lift you up and not let you go 

This ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the fight 

I lived like an island and punished you with silence 

Don’t walk away

Tell me that you're still mine

Tell me that we'll be just fine even when I lose my mind

Tell me that it's not my fault

Tell me that I'm all you want even when I break your heart

ME! (FT. BRENDON URIE)

I promise that you’ll never find another like me

I know that I'm a handful 

I know I never think before I jump

You're the kind of guy the ladies want

There’s a lot of cool chicks out there

I know that I went psycho on the phone

I never leave well enough alone and trouble's gonna follow where I go 

One of these things is not like the others 

When it comes to a lover I promise that you'll never find another like

I’m the only one of me

You're the only one of you 

I know I tend to make it about me

I know you never get just what you see but I will never bore you baby

I will never bore you

There's a lot of lame guys out there 

I never wanna see you walk away 

There ain't no I in "team" but you know there is a "me" 

You can’t spell “awesome” without “me”

IT’S NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND

Walk me home

I lost my gloves

Wanna hang out?

Yeah, sounds like fun 

It’s nice to have a friend

You've been stressed out lately 

Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand 

Carry me home

The rice on the ground looks like snow

You called my bluff

DAYLIGHT

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in

Everyone looked worse in the light

There are so many lines that I've crossed, unforgiven

I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

Now I see daylight

I only see daylight 

Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky and so I became the butt of the joke

I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked

Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke

Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down

Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town

Can we throw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now?

It's brighter now

I can still see it all in my mind, all of you, all of me intertwined

I can still see it all in my mind

I once believed love would be black and white but it's golden

I once believed love would be black and white

I can still see it all In my head, back and forth from New York sneaking in your bed

I once believed love would be burning red but it's golden like daylight

I once believed love would be burning red but it’s golden

I once believed love would be burning red

You gotta step into the daylight and let it go 

Just let it go

I wanna be defined by the things that I love, not the things I hate, not the things I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of or the things that haunt me in the middle of the night

I wanna be defined by the things that I love

I just think that you are what you love 

ONLY THE YOUNG (FROM MISS AMERICANA)

It keeps me awake, the look on your face the moment you heard the news

You did all that you could do the game was rigged, the ref got tricked

You did all that you could do

The game was rigged

The wrong ones think they’re right 

You were outnumbered this time

Only the young can run

You go to class, scared and wondering where the best hiding spot would be 

The big bad man and his big bad clan, their hands are stained with red 

Their hands are stained with red

Oh, how quickly they forget 

They’re not going to help us

They’re not going to help us, they’re too busy helping themselves

They aren't gonna change this, we gotta do it ourselves 

They aren't gonna change this

We gotta do it ourselves 

They think that it's over but it's just begun 

Only one thing can save us 

Don't say you're too tired to fight

It’s just a matter of time

BEAUTIFUL GHOSTS (FROM CATS)

Follow me home if you dare to, I wouldn't know where to lead you

Follow me home if you dare to

I wouldn't know where to lead you

Should I take chances when no one took chances on me?

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

All that I wanted was to be wanted

You’re too young to wander London streets, alone and haunted

I’m too young to wander London streets, alone and haunted

I was born into nothing, at least you have something to cling to

I was born into nothing

At least you have something

At least you have something to cling to

I have visions of dazzling rooms I'll never get let into

The memories were lost long ago

At least you have beautiful ghosts

The memories were lost long ago but at least you have beautiful ghosts 

I hear voices calling

Out here, the wild ones are taming the fear within me

Scared to call them my friends and be broken again

Is this hope just a mystical dream? 

So maybe my home isn't what I had known, or what I thought it would be

So maybe my home isn't what I had known

I feel so alive with these phantoms of night

I know that this life isn't safe, but it's wild and it's free 

I'll never wander London streets, alone and haunted 

With them, I have something,

With them, I have something to cling to

I never knew I'd love this world they've let me into 

I'll dance with these beautiful ghosts

[whatiwillsay]

off topic - let’s talk about gaylena 👀

selena gomez is one of taylor’s oldest and bestest friends and given that she is in the 22 liner notes, a huge part of taylor’s life, and maybe fruity herself it seems like possibly we don’t talk about her here at the blog enough!

i don’t want to do a timeline of selena and taylor’s friendship - you can read more about that here, but they met back in the day when they were both dating jonas brothers and to me this idea of finding a real friendship in the midst of these contrived promances is pretty adorable.

ofc most of y’all think taylor is a fruit basket but i think there’s a good chance that selena is too!  i’m not saying she is for sure but y’all know me.  i’’m here to make a compelling case that everyone and their dog is gay so let’s gooooo! 

Part I - At least one fake rs!  

Selena “dated” Taylor Lautner in 2009 and he’s definitely gay.  Of course, that doesn’t mean she is, it could just be PR, but y’all know I gotta note everything!  We stan our fruity bffs dating the same gays 😍

Part II - Selena x cara delevingne

i feel like there’s a chance they met through taylor but everyone in that squad adjacent circle knows one another.  cara dated michelle rodriguez for the first half of 2014 and then got with annie clark in March 2015 but it feels like it’s possible something has gone on between her and Selena from summer 2014 - early 2015? ...maybe something casual on and off a bit?

August 2014 - Steamy pics surface in Saint-Tropez, France

Selena and and a freshly single Cara vacation together in part to celebrate Selena’s 22nd birthday.

They party together and look cozy!

Pictures such as this surface and spark rumors around the two:

Selena apparently loves the rumors and gushes about being shipped with Cara.

Quote:

You say Selena drag queens were the true measure of success for you. But isn’t it true that you’re not truly famous until you’ve been the subject of a gay rumor? And last year, the tabloids had a field day with photos of you and Cara Delevingne. I’ve made it!

How did you react to those rumors? Honestly, I loved it. I didn’t mind it. Especially because they weren’t talking about other people in my life for once, which was wonderful. Honestly, though, she’s incredible and very open and she just makes me open. She’s so fun and she’s just extremely adventurous, and sometimes I just want that in my life, so I didn’t mind it. I loved it.

Notice she doesn’t deny them?  Now of course she could just be being cool, if she freaked out about it that might be even weirder but hey, it’s still kind of interesting.

Then she admits to questioning her sexuality???

Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Oh, I think everybody does, no matter who they are. I do, yeah, of course. Absolutely. I think it’s healthy to gain a perspective on who you are deep down, question yourself and challenge yourself; it’s important to do that.

(Selena btw, this is cool and all, but not everybody questions their sexuality, maybe you’re just gay 👀)

November 1 - LACMA Art + Film Gala 

they even left the event together 👀

and they hung out earlier that day as well:

They were seen the next day partying for Kendall Jenner’s bday singing to her:

a few weeks later Cara tweets Selena’s lyrics!

In December 2014 they are travelling together in texas:

in january 2015 they get cozy at the golden globes together!

and they leave together again:

January 19th/20th a bunch of gay nonsense happens

They post this gay shit with matching shoes and linked fingers:

then they say this to one another:

Enty says they were hooking up!

then we don’t get any more content that i can find for about six months! perhaps they had a fling from summer 2014-jan 2015 and then it ends, Cara gets with Annie in March?  Then after half a year apart Selena and Cara resume a friendly relationship?  Perhaps!  Selena is seen with Justin a bit off and on during this time but this was in their Style/Heat Death Era imo (tbh i probably shouldn’t give a hetty pairing including Justin that designation 🤢but y’all get what I’m saying - it’s fully possible Selena was hooking up with both of them!

Now I’m not super familiar with Selena’s discography so y’all lmk if I’m missing anything major - lyric wise that point to her not being straight.

Selena’s album Revival that comes out after this relationship has a few songs with some vibes, even though I get the feeling a lot of it is probably about Justin, allow me to reach.  The title track could be translated as someone coming to terms with their sexuality (among other things):

I feel like I've awakened lately The chains around me are finally breaking I've been under self-restoration I've become my own salvation Showing up, no more hiding, hiding The light inside me is bursting, shining It's my, my, my time to butterfly

Good for you, imo, is too sexy to be about a man even if it’s not super queer lyrically it’s a vibe ok?

Me & My Girls might be a bestie anthem a la 22 (oh wait, no 22 was gay too) but I mean...could be about a girl gang of lesbians too!

And if we want it, we take it If we need money, we make it Nobody knows if we fake it You like to watch while we shake it I know we're making you thirsty You want us all in the worst way But you don't understand I don't need a man 

Quinn Fabray indeed!

Nobody feels probably like a retrospective on Justin 🙄but...there is a hint of sapphic craving in there!  Saying this particular lover loves them differently than everyone is a bit 👀 plus this stanza:

No oxygen, can barely breathe My darkest sin, you've raised release And it's all because of you, all because of you And I don't know what it is, but you've pulled me in No one compares, could ever begin To love me like you do And I wouldn't want them to

Is Perfect about some bitch Justin started dating?  Probably but bear with me here this song is actually pretty fucking gay.  Gay enough that I’m gonna add it to one of my gay playlists.  Could this song actually be about Cara moving on to Annie?

Ooh, and I bet she has it all Bet she's beautiful like you, like you And I bet she's got that touch Makes you fall in love, like you, like you

I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest I can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips Maybe I should be more like her Maybe I should be more like her I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too And she's perfect And she's perfect

Part III - Selena x Julia Michaels

Julia Michaels is a singer/songwriter known for her song Issues.  I don’t know her sexuality but she at the least has gay vibes!  It seems they met around this time perhaps because Julia wrote on Revival.

They have a friendly enough friendship for a few years, liking one another’s posts on IG from time to time, posing for a photo a time or two and then they seem to get swept up into this very intense friendship in 2019.  They write some music together and Julia goes whole hog in promoting the shoe brand Selena is hawking this time 😭

2019 - The Superior Sapphic Jelena Timeline:

It starts, for some reason with a lot of shoe promotion:

chill, chill

more shoes

but more gayness?

this homo shit

ok...

Then we go into the REALLY GAY NOVEMBER OF 2019:

Then they perform together:

And...actually kiss...on the mouth on stage???

Sure it’s just a peck but still...if that were a guy people would say they were dating.  

Somehow kissing on the mouth isn’t the gayest thing these girls do over this period because these fucking dykes got matching tattoos.  I’ve read enough Larry blogs to know this actually means they’re secretly married.  All jokes aside this is fruity behavior. 

From their IG stories:

Selena gets Julia a very nice christmas gift:

Covid sets in and content drops off but god damn!  It’s possible they just had an intense friendship but if a man and a woman collabed on music together, kissed in public, and got matching tattoos everyone would say they were dating!

Selena, as far as I can find, didn’t have any public boyfriends around this time so who are some of these love songs about?

Rare comes out in January 2020 and perhaps has some gayish songs?

Don’t tell me why but boyfriend lowkey, has a gay vibe.  Don’t ask me to explain it but it’s just the musicality of it.

Crowded Room could be a love song for Julia?  (or by Julia for Selena, since they’re collaborators?)

Baby, it's just me and you Baby, it's just me and you Just us two Even in a crowded room Baby, it's just me and you, yeah

These are general gay vibes, our secret moments in a crowded room tease

It started polite, out on thin ice 'Til you came over to break it I threw you a line and you were mine

It would have started out polite between them, since they worked together for years before whatever 2019 was happened.  And throwing someone a line first of all makes Selena sound like the aggressor but also “throwing someone a line” could be a reference to writing songs together.

Yeah, I was afraid, but you made it safe I guess that is our combination Said you feel lost, well, so do I So won't you call me in the morning? I think that you should call me in the morning If you feel the same, 'cause

Lots of people are afraid at the beginning of a gay rs.  Treacherous tease 👀

In summation!

Selena does gay stuff like fantasizing ab kissing other women in her music, getting very touchy with famous dykes on vacay, hangs out with Taylor Swift, has chronic mental health issues, dated a jonas brother and a twilight gay, has admitted to questioning her sexuality, and loves being shipped with women.  Is she gay?  I don’t know!   But all she’s missing from her celesbian bingo card is a suspiciously intense friendship with a Glee Cast member! What do you guys think?  Selena fruity or just weird?

Edit to add: so apparently I missed an entire ship and Selena supposedly acted really gay all the time with her backup dancer Charity Baroni.  Exposing SMG has posted a lot about all that.

Also Selena has been cast in a gay role! edit to add: @bisluthq went and found this for me - julia is indeed a fruit queen

[k-and-the-arts]

Lover - Willex

Pairing: Alex Mercer/Willie Word Count: 2412 Based on Taylor Swift’s song “Lover.” Read on AO3

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

And this is our place, we make the rules

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

 It all happened so fast. One minute, Alex was walking down Sunset Boulevard, clearing his head, and the next minute he was getting run over by a gorgeous boy on a skateboard. He wanted to be mad, he really did, but when the boy started talking, all anger dissolved. The skater was charming and dorky and was able to convince Alex to follow him after exchanging only a few words. 

Willie guided Alex to his favorite spot on Sunset Boulevard -- a simple bench that was “the best place to people-watch” as the skater had said. People in weird furry costumes and outfits of dead celebrities walked by, but Alex only had eyes for Willie. The brunette talked about everything that popped into his head, and none of it seemed to have a coherent flow. He mentioned his favorite places to skate, random facts about the ocean, and weird ways different famous people died. The blonde talked about his friends, the band, and the one time they ate street dogs that were so bad, they had food poisoning for three days.

“Reggie was convinced we were going to die,” Alex had told Willie, causing the other boy to burst into a fit of giggles that sounded like music to Alex’s ears. 

The drummer didn’t say much after that; he was content with listening to Willie’s voice and all of the stories that fell from his lips. He loved watching the way Willie’s eyes sparkled when something he was talking about reminded him of another topic, and it amazed Alex that the boy knew so much about everything.  

There was a lull in the conversation as the sun started to set, painting the sky in beautiful shades of purples and pinks and oranges. Willie was watching the sky but Alex was watching Willie. There was a dazzling glow around the boy that made him look ethereal. A small gust of wind blew through the street, causing Willie’s long hair to float gracefully around him. Alex’s breath caught in his throat and he tried to take it all in. He wanted to replay this moment in his mind over and over again for as long as he could remember it. 

There was suddenly a small, sharp pain in his chest; a sign of his anxiety taking over. He tried to push it down, push it away. His instincts told him to run, this is happening too fast, but his heart told him to keep his feet planted firmly to the ground. He had never felt so smitten about someone so quickly before and it was the most exciting yet terrifying thing he had ever felt. 

Even though they had been talking for only a few hours, Alex felt like he had known the skater his entire life. It felt like they were childhood friends, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. But Alex knew there was still so much to learn, and his heart ached for so much more. 

As the sky grew dark, Willie’s gaze floated back to him. Alex quickly looked away, focusing his attention on the fairylights on building awnings and edging that had created an intimate glow around them. If Willie had caught him staring, he didn’t say anything, and Alex appreciated that. 

“I love leaving the Christmas lights up until January,” Willie said suddenly, causing Alex’s eyes to snap back to the boy that was beautifully sculpted under the soft light.

“Hmm?” Alex hummed, hoping Willie would continue.

Willie gestured to the fairylights above them. “I didn’t get to experience a lot of proper Christmases growing up,” Willie said quietly, as if talking too loudly would shatter the tension that had grown around them. “I want to experience Christmas for as long as possible. So I try to leave the lights and decorations up for as long as Caleb will let me, which is usually in January.” 

The question was on the tip of Alex’s tongue -- Who’s this mysterious Caleb? 

But he stayed silent, nodding to acknowledge Willie’s words. He knew Willie would tell him if he asked, but he needed something to look forward to when they talked again. If they talked again.

Willie opened his mouth to speak again but the sound of smooth jazz interrupted him. The brunette pulled his phone out of his pocket and sighed. He ignored the call but stood up from the bench, slipping the phone back into his pocket and placing the helmet back on his head. 

“It was really nice to meet you, but unfortunately I have to go. I’ll catch ya later, Hotdog,” Willie smirked, letting his board drop to the ground.

 Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

  Alex wanted to run after him, wanted to follow him home. He immediately missed Willie’s warmth and light and yearned to be by his side again. He rewatched the entire afternoon in his mind like a movie, and by the time he made it back to the studio, his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Julie and Flynn begged him to tell them everything, while Luke, Reggie, and Bobby teased him mercilessly. But he didn’t tell him any details and ignored the overdramatic swooning and kissy faces, refusing to let them ruin one of the best days of his life.

 We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

 The next three years were the most difficult and exhilarating years in Alex’s life. While his relationship with Willie grew wonderfully, along with the band’s success, his relationship with his parents fell apart. As soon as he graduated, he packed his bags and found the cheapest apartment he could. He took the first job that would hire him and tried to support himself as best he could. The Molinas offered to take him in but he didn’t want to burden them. The band suffered as they tried to find a way to rehearse around everyone’s work schedule. Alex could feel his life crumbling around him and he found it harder and harder to wake up every day.

But then there was Willie. He was the light in the darkness and the glue that kept him together. 

And when Willie suggested they move in together, Alex felt his heart stop. 

“I’ve been wanting to move out for awhile now and I already found a place that I can afford and it’s decent and I know this is like, a crazy huge step but --”

“Yes.”

The word flew from his lips before he allowed his brain to catch up, over think, and lose his nerve. The large smile that grew on Willie’s face was all the confirmation he needed that he made the right decision. 

Willie convinced Alex to quit his shitty job and convinced Caleb to let the band play at the Hollywood Ghost Club whenever they weren’t playing at other gigs. They were finally living the dream. Rehearsing and writing during the day and playing to large crowds almost every night. 

After their sets at the club, they would just linger around the building, mingling and making connections with the Hollywood elite that could afford to be there. Alex would watch Willie work, flitting from table to table and chatting up anyone who would look in his direction. It was amazing to watch him go from a dorky skater boy that couldn’t even finish a complete story without switching to a new topic, to a super charming and eloquent figure that never failed to convince a guest to give a very generous donation to the club. 

Alex was also pretty sure that half of the crowd was just as besotted with Willie as he was. But he knew he didn’t have to be jealous of anyone in the room. He knew he had Willie’s entire heart, just as Willie had his. And at the end of the night, he would be the one that would be holding Willie’s hand, and kissing Willie’s lips, and laying next to him in bed.

And if their friends got a little too drunk to drive home, he would be the one to help Willie carry them back to their apartment. He would be the one helping Willie rearrange the living room so that their friends had a place to sleep. He would be the one thanking him for being the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. 

 Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

 Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

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

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

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

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

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

  That same night, Alex was lying against Willie on the couch, playing with the skater’s rough, yet surprisingly soft fingers. Their friends were asleep, sprawled out everywhere on the living room floor, and Alex wished he could just freeze time and just stay in this moment forever. He was surrounded by his love and support and he couldn’t imagine anything better than this. Not until Willie whispered those words.

“Have you ever thought about marriage?” 

Alex sucked in a breath and his fingers were still against Willie’s. Had Alex thought about marriage? 

All the time.

Ever since they moved in together two years prior. But he always thought that it was too big of a thought; too obsessive. He didn’t want to scare Willie by moving too fast, even if they were just flashing ideas in his mind. He didn’t want Willie to leave him because he was too dependent, too attached to their relationship, too--

Alex realized how silent he had been and tried to scrounge up words so that Willie didn’t think he was freaked out, even if he kinda was.

But Willie didn’t seem to be bothered by Alex’s silence. Because Willie knew Alex so well. He knew exactly how Alex would react if he were to ask that kind of question. Willie continued, “I’ve thought about it a lot, recently. I’ve thought about us and this thing we’re doing. I don’t know all the details or anything, but I do know one thing for sure,” Willie paused and Alex looked up at him, waiting for the deep sentiment the boy was about to share. “Luke would definitely be the flower girl.”

This threw Alex into a fit of giggles and Willie’s smile was radiant. “I think Ruby would fight Luke for that position,” Alex said through his laughter.

At the mention of his sister, he sobered up. He had no doubt Ruby would absolutely want to be a part of his wedding; she would probably want to plan everything herself. He just hoped his parents would want to be there as well. Even if they didn’t agree with it, he’d hope they would at least care enough to see him happy. Thinking about how he would tell his parents and how they would react, his thoughts started to spiral once again.

It was as if Willie could sense his anxiety rising. He laced his fingers with Alex’s and squeezed reassuringly. 

Alex could feel Willie’s chest rumble as he spoke again. “We’re not gonna have a traditional wedding though. Those are too boring. Maybe we’ll do something crazy like have all the girls be groomsman and all the guys be bridesmaids. Or however it’ll work for us.” Alex didn’t really know either, but nodded in agreement. “And no traditional vows. We gotta get creative. Like, I dunno.  ‘I, Wilhelm Covington the Third,’”

“Willie, your first name isn’t Wilhem and you’re definitely not a ‘third,’” Alex chuckled, grinning up at his boyfriend.

“Shush, that’s what makes it creative. Now where was I? Oh yeah,

‘I, Wilhelm Covington the Third, with all the skateboard scars on my hand, take this magnetic force of a man,’” Willie paused, and Alex could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears as he tried to think of something funny. When that famous smirk crossed his features, Alex was ready to cringe. “‘I take this magnetic force of a man, Hotdog, to be my husband. Through cracked helmets and bad street dogs, and even when we’re ghosts.’”

Alex rolled his eyes but his smile only grew wider. He decided to play along, “and I promise to be super over-dramatic and constantly swooning over you.” 

“And you’ll save all your worst jokes for me. I want your lamest and dirtiest and cringiest jokes,” Willie added.

Alex nodded in agreement, trying to think of other funny vows. But the more he thought about it, the more everything was sinking in. Willie continued to ramble about silly vows and untraditional wedding things they could do. But all Alex could think about was the fact that Willie wanted to marry him. 

Willie wanted to marry him. 

He wanted to be Alex’s husband. He wanted to be Alex’s forever. No matter what life threw their way, Willie wanted to be by Alex’s side. He wanted to go everywhere and do everything with Alex. Through sickness, health, and everything in between. 

Alex looked back up at Willie and pushed himself up to interrupt his boyfriend with a gentle kiss to the lips. 

“Yes,” Alex whispered, his heart pounding and anxiety -- no, excitement -- filling his chest.

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

 Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

Lover

[whorefordean]

lover x e.d

song fic based on the song lover by taylor swift

wc: 2.4k

pairing: ethan dolan x reader 

warnings: a few cuss words and a dirty(ish) joke 

requested: yes 

a/n I would like to sincerely apologize for not posting a fic or anything in months!! I have so many requests from June/July and I’m so sorry!  I promise I am going to try to write some more soon!! Anyways, enjoy!!

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We could leave the christmas lights up ‘til january

This is our place, we make the rules

You were struggling with Ethan.  You had been begging him for months to do it.  But ever since you and Ethan got your own place, he had always talked about how your home needed character.  Which is why you were trying to force him to get up now.  

“Ethan c’mon.  We have to take them down today!” You scolded while pulling Ethan’s arm, trying to get him off the couch.  

“Why can’t we leave them up?” Ethan whined, not budging from his spot.  You groaned.  

“For how much longer, Eth?” You questioned.  

“Til January,” Ethan shrugged.  You laughed loudly, dropping his arm to cross yours across your chest.  

“It’s July, Ethan,” You pointed out.  

“We make the rules, babe,” Ethan smirked.  

You sighed and flopped back down beside your boyfriend.  

“I can’t believe you,” You mumbled out.  

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Ethan wasn’t always like that, though.  Before you guys had gotten close, and into a relationship, Ethan was more lowkey about expressing himself.  It was alluring, really.  He was so mysterious and closed off when you met him at the beach one night.  

“Shit, sorry,” he said.  You just laughed and shrugged.  The guy laughed awkwardly, trying to recovers from the trip he had just taken into your side.  

“It’s cool.  We haven’t even met, and you’re already falling for me,” you teased the boy in front of you.  He laughed nervously, and you were quick to notice the blush across his face.  

“Y/n,” you introduced, extending your hand out for him to shake.  

“Ethan,” the boy smiled, shaking your hand gently.  

The two of you talked for hours that night.  You watched the sunrise together.  

“Can I tell you something, but you can’t laugh at me?” Ethan asked quietly, breaking the comfortable silence that settled over the two of you.  

“Already in love with me, E?  I just met you a few hours ago,” you teased.  Ethan laughed softly.  

“Wow, you really do know everything about me now, don’t you?” Ethan joked back.  

The two of you laughed together for a moment.  

“Honestly, I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, y/n,” Ethan confessed as you settled down.  

“Ditto.” 

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?  

“Wanna hang out?” you asked Ethan through the phone.  

“I have to run errands today,” Ethan responded.  You could hear the gloom in his voice, and your shoulders slumped.  

“Can I come with?” You asked hesitantly.  You waited in silence for a few seconds.  Just as you were about to shut down your own idea, Ethan answered.  

“I’ll be there in ten.”  

So, ten minutes later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of his car on the way to the grocery store.  

You both spent an hour annoying each other and trying to embarrass the other in the store.  After nearly getting kicked out, you and Ethan were walking back to the car with a buggy full of bags.  

“Can we always be like this?  This close, I mean?” You asked.

“Always,” Ethan smiled.  

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my lover

You laughed quietly into Ethan’s chest as he pulled you closer.  

“Why are you laughing at me?” Ethan asked playfully.  

“When you asked me out this is not what I was expecting,” you let out between giggles.  

Ethan had finally asked you out on a date after months of flirting.  You were ecstatic when he asked, and you were sure he knew that with how quickly you answered before he even finished the question.  

Your date had started off pretty normal.  Ethan took you to dinner, then the two of you decided to skip the movie and go for a walk in the park.  What neither one of you expected was getting stuck in the piss pouring rain.  And, better yet, Ethan decided it was the perfect time for dancing.  

You couldn’t be too mad, though.  Ethan looked so young and carefree as he laughed while spinning you around in the middle of the empty park.  

And Ethan couldn’t be bothered to care that his car would be soaked, and you’d both likely end up with colds.  He couldn’t be bothered to care about those things when your cheeks flushed red as he whispered sweet compliments into your ear.  He watched in aw as you threw your head back, laughing at some stupid joke he had executed so horrendously.  

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

“How did you manage to drag me into this?” You questioned your boyfriend as you dragged him into the kitchen away from the thumping bass in the living room.  

“What do you mean?” Ethan asked, playing dumb.  Honestly, you weren’t even sure he was playing.  

“Everybody’s drunk, E.”

“Okay?”

“How are they getting home?” 

“You really are the mom of the friend group, y/n.”

“Ethan, be serious.”

“I am.”

You huffed at the man standing in front of you.  You crossed your arms in front of your chest, causing Ethan to mock you and do the same.  

“What are we supposed to do, Ethan?” You begged for an answer.  Ethan thought for a moment.  

“They can sleep in the living room!” Ethan responded like it was some grand idea.  

“There’s no way you’re being serious,” you shook your head.  Ethan just smiled at you and nodded.  

“It’s our house.  We can let fifteen people sleep in our living room if we want,” Ethan shrugged.  You sighed.  

“You’re making the pallet.”

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

“You can’t seriously be mad at me, babe,” Ethan laughed as you walked into your shared home.  

“This isn’t a laughing matter, Ethan,” you huffed out while kicking your shoes off at the door and flinging your purse onto the table beside the door.  

You were irritated, to say the least.  You and Ethan had decided to go to your favorite diner down the street after having a rough week at work, and the waitress was getting a little too flirty with Ethan. 

“It’s really not a big deal, honey,” Ethan reassured you as he pulled you into his chest.  

“You didn’t see the way she looked at you, E.  She was practically drooling onto my fries,” you mumbled into Ethan’s chest while wrapping your arms around him.  

“I only have eyes for you, honey.  I’ve only had eyes for you for three years,” Ethan whispered the last part into your ear softly.  

“Good, cause I want ‘em all,” you whispered back.  

“You’ll have them all,” Ethan smiled while twisting the engagement ring that had recently been slipped onto your finger by the man himself.  

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my lover

“Cam, please just let me go see him,” you had begged the older Dolan standing in front of you.  

“Y/n, I am not letting you sneak off to see, Ethan.  It’s bad luck to see your groom before the wedding.  Plus, it’s only one night.  I think you’ll survive,” Cameron teased you.  You groaned causing her to laugh at you.  

“We don’t have to tell anybody,” you huffed under your breath.  Cameron rolled her eyes and shook her head.  

You flopped onto yours and Ethan’s shared bed and sighed.  

“Cam, I’m always with him.  I miss him,” you admitted.  Your eyes had begun to water as a wave of emptiness settled over you.  It felt wrong to lay in your bed without Ethan there beside you.  The two of you truly had been connected at the hip since you met.  

“Hey, y/n, it’s okay.  It’s just one night.  Then, you’ll never have to spend another night without him,” Cam comforted you.  

“I’m such a crybaby, holy shit,” you laughed at yourself as you wiped your eyes.  

“If it makes you feel better, Gray texted me and said Ethan has been whiney all day,” Cam grinned, nudging your shoulder.  

“Can I at least call him?” you gave Cameron your best puppy dog eyes, knowing she’d cave.  

“Fine, but no FaceTime,” she groaned.  

You sat up way too fast, shaking the dizziness off as you grabbed your phone from the nightstand.  You clicked Ethan’s contact as fast as you could, and after two short rings, the call connected.  

“Oh, thank god,” Ethan sighed, “I thought I was gonna go crazy.”  

“Cam finally caved,” you giggled as Cameron rolled her eyes beside you, a soft smile resting on her lips.  In all honesty, she loved how in love you and Ethan are.  

“I was fully convinced I would murder Grayson if I didn’t talk to you tonight,” Ethan confessed.  

You laughed at Ethan.  The two of you talked for hours.  Eventually, Cameron had fallen asleep in the guest room, and you settled into Ethan’s side of the bed.  

“Can we always be this close, Ethan?” you asked, barely audible.  

“Always,” Ethan replied before telling you to sleep well.  

“Big day tomorrow,” he’d remind you, sending a smile to your face, knowing that the same time the next night you’d be Mrs. Dolan.  

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

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

“It’s not too late to back out,” Ethan whispered into your ear as the priest started the ceremony.  

“Ethan, don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet,” you teased back.  You could never be scared of Ethan leaving you at the altar.  The two of you had talked about marriage for years.  There’s no way you’d ever leave each other.  

“Y/n, do you take Ethan Grant Dolan to be your lawfully wedded…” the priest continued.  You smiled at the thought of spending the rest of your life with the man standing in front of you.  Ethan was grinning at you with small tears rolling down his face.  

“I do,” you whispered, only loud enough for Ethan to hear.  

“You may kiss the bride,” the priest spoke cheerfully, stepping away from you and Ethan slightly.  

Ethan quickly grabbed your face in his hands and pulled you in close.  Your hands were wrapped gently around Ethan’s wrists as he kissed you passionately.  Time seemed to stop and the loud roars were drowned out with the love coursing through you as you and Ethan kissed.  

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

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

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

You and Ethan laid in the dark in your shared bed.  It was well past 3 am, and you could feel your eyes getting heavy.  Ethan was holding your hands in his, slowly tracing shapes onto the back of your hand.  You smiled as he drew a small circle on your hand.  

“Endless.  Like my love for you,” Ethan whispered softly.  

“You’re so cheesy, E,” you smiled at him in the dark, burying your face into his shoulder and breathing him in.  

“Just don’t wanna lose you.  Don’t wanna hurt again,” Ethan mumbled.  

“Never gonna lose me, love,” you reassured Ethan while pressing slow kisses to his shoulder.  

“Promise?” Ethan asked.  

“Am I not dramatic enough for you?  Do I not express my love well enough?” you playfully teased your husband.  

“Please, you could be an actress with your theatricals,” Ethan snorted.  

“Must I shout my love for you from the rooftops?” you continued.  

“Oh, please, y/n, not again,” Ethan groaned as you pulled yourself out of Ethan’s embrace and onto your feet.  

Ethan tried to grab you, but you were too quick.  Already halfway down the hall before Ethan made his way out of your room.  

“Y/n, people are sleeping! We have neighbors!” Ethan scolded as you slipped through the guest bedroom window and heaved yourself onto the roof.  You walked cautiously, waiting for Ethan to get up there with you.  

“I am in love with Ethan Dolan!” you shouted as loud as you could.  Ethan blushed and quickly pushed his hand against your mouth.  

You watched as a light from the house across the street flickered on.  

“Oh shit,” you whispered, causing Ethan to snort.  

“Again, y/n?” your neighbor, Mrs. Dott, the sweet old lady who baked you cookies every Friday, called out to you.  You giggled softly at her teasing words.  

“Always,” you called out in response to her.  

“Young love,” you heard her mumbled faintly before turning around and going back inside.  

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

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

“Ethan, it’s not gonna fit,” you huffed out.  

“You know we always make it fit,” Ethan smirked and grabbed your hips.  

“Now is not the time for your dirty jokes, Ethan,” you huffed, still trying to adjust the  Christmas tree in the corner of the living room.  

“But I love watching you blush,” Ethan teased while poking your cheeks and leaving a few kisses down your neck.  

“Not now.  We have to set everything up,” you scolded.  Ethan raised his hands in defense and helped you with the decorations.  

“Why did you wait so long to start decorating?” Ethan asked.  

“It’s a magical thing called procrastination, Ethan,” you mumbled back.  

A few days later, Grayson, Lisa, and Cameron were talking in your living room as you and Ethan quickly finished cooking dinner.  

“Dinner’s done,” you called out to the three guests with a warm smile.  You and Ethan placed the dishes on the table.  You scooted the chair beside you an inch closer and slid it out enough for Ethan to sit down.  

Ethan smiled at you and placed a kiss to your forehead while tracing a circle onto your thigh.  You smiled back at him and gestured for everyone to begin eating.  

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my lover

[geo-winchester]

WORKING ON CHRISTMAS

Llewyn Davis x Reader.

Sumarry: Yn had to work on Christmas Day but she wouldn’t know that she’ll meet someone that make her fall in love.

A/N: hey everyone I hope you’re been great, so I know I’m really behind with the holiday blurbs but I’m really trying to write them down, for the moment I have this! I hope you like it and your feedbacks will be very welcome! I inspired on the song of lover of Taylor swift but the cover of Shoshana Bean

Lover - Shoshana Bean

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If someone asked you what were you going to do for Christmas, you tell them that maybe you would visit you sister, maybe you’ll stay at home watching christmas movies all day as you eat something or maybe you’ll go to one of those Christmas party your friend always invite you. You can say a lot of plans but you never thought that your boss will make you work on the bar on Christmas, the only thing that make you say yes was the fact that at least he’s going to pay you more. You sighed as you start to clean a few glasses as you look around the tables, most of the people sitting there were the usual costumers, lonely people who came almost everyday to forget about their crappy lives. You were focusing on your own business when you hear how someone came to the bar and sit on one of the chairs, when you look up, the guy in front of you with black curls and a beard look at you a little confuse but he smile at you.

-Hey, you’re not Mike...

-Sorry to disappoint you, Mike asked for the day off, I’m all you got today- you said making him smile.

-That’s great- he left his guitar beside him -I’ll have a beer if you don’t mind- you nod your head before you went for the beer, he took a zip before he look at her -So, are you new here?

-I start working a couple of months ago, but I usually don’t work on opening nights.

-That’s a shame- he said making her blush.

-Llewyn! You’re up on 5 min- your boss said from behind the bar.

-You’re Llewyn?- he nod.

-Did you know about me?

-Mike told me that you usually asked for a couch, is that true?

-Sometimes- he said looking at his beer.

-I also heard that you sing pretty good.

-You’re about to found out- he wink before he stand up and took his guitar.

You always thought that you already heard all the great singers of the city, but no one compares to Llewyn, he could make you feel the story he was singing and made you forget everything around you, and you want to keep looking at him but a man come to the bar and talk to you.

-So I know folk is more about a song that never gets older- he said after he finish his song- well I heard this song the other day and today I just understand the meaning of that song- he look at you with a weak smile -We could leave the Christmas light ‘til January- You heard that song before, it has been on the radio for a few weeks and you thought it was ok, but now that Llewyn was singing it, you feel like it was more personal specially when he look at you -Have I know you 20 seconds or 20 years- he wink at you -Can I go where you go? can we always be this close? And Ah take me out, take me home, your my, my, my... Lover- you couldn’t help to blush as he keep singing, you didn’t know you could smile that way.

When he finish singing he step out of the scenario and walk to the bar. He was different as you imagine, all the stories about the fights he start on the bar, sometimes with you boss, everyone told you that he was a difficult man, but now that he was in front of you the only thing that you could thing was that he was different and you have the feeling that he had a really difficult life. When he was finally in front of you non of you say a word, you just stood there smiling like a fool, after a few second you were going to be the first one to talk, but he was the first one to talk.

-Can I walk you home?- You though for a moment.

-I... Yeah- you said as you nervously took a bottle and walk away before you turn around and chuckle -I finish in an hour.

-I’ll wait- he said.

You don’t know if it was the excitement or the poorly amount of work but that hour feel like it pass a year, every now and then you look at Llewyn, sometime you meet with his eyes as he was watching you but sometime it seem like if he was thinking something important, a part of you want to know what was that. When the moment came you walk to him with your coat on your hand, he look at you like you were insane.

-That is all you bring?- you nod, he chuckle and took of his scarf.

-What are you doing?

-Your going to need it, is snowing outside...

-And what about you? You just bring that blazer.

-I had it worst- he wink before he let you go first trough the door.

He was right, the streets of city was turning white as it keep snowing, but you love it, you always love that weather specially if it was with someone you like, you walk through the street so close sometimes his hand brush yours, but when he finally took it, you feel the heat on your face.

-So Llewyn... How did you became a musician?

-Honestly? It was something I always love, after I came back from the merchant marine union, a friend and I start to play in old bars, people said we were good- he said.

-What happened? Did you split up?- he shook his head.

-He died...

-Oh, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t...

-It’s ok, it was a few years ago- he tried to sound calm -Any way, I keep trying to get my shot, I have a few records, but no one has buying it.

-That’s a shame- she said as she think -I’ll buy one tomorrow.

-You don’t have to...

-Hey after hearing you tonight, maybe I’ll buy more, I mean I heard you were good but you were amazing.

-You really think that?- she nod.

-I like the last song.

-I’m glad- he said as he follow you to your place- So tell me about you, you grew up here?

-No- you said -I’m from a little town not to far from here, my sister take care of me since I can remember, and one day I decide to pack and came here, I remember the face of my sister when I told her that i was moving out, she look at me as if I was crazy- she laugh.

-what make you came here?- you shrugged your shoulders.

-I don’t know I feel like something was calling me here... I know it sound stupid but I think it was fate- Llewyn smile.

-it’s not stupid- you smile at him, after a few minutes they stand in front of her building -So this is it.

-Yeap- you said as she stand in front of him -thanks for walking me home.

-It’s ok- he smile -I got to admitted, that last song was for you, I know this is weird and believe this is not a thing I usually do but... I don’t know there is something in you...- he couldn’t finish the sentence, you kiss him, you could feel how his arms were around of your waist making the kiss more passion, when they break the kiss you bite your lip.

-so... Do you still need that coach?- you asked shyly.

-I thought you never ask- he joke before he kiss your forehead and follow her inside.

[cali-holland]

Teenage Love Story, Part Five- S.M.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader

Prompt: Shawn writes his own version of "Lover” for you, a.k.a an extension of part four mainly from Shawn’s point of view.

Word Count: 2500

Previous Parts: Teaser   One   Two   Three   Four

Warnings: lil bit of sexual jokes if you squint

Based on: Lover (Remix) by Taylor Swift ft. Shawn Mendes

A/N: Here’s the fifth part no one expected six months later...

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August 2019

Shawn couldn’t help himself as he paced nervously in his hotel room. He had just finished his show in Boston, and he should be filled with exhilarating adrenaline; instead, he was overcome by nerves. 

He found himself in a catch 22 of sorts- Taylor had just released a new song, Lover, and he knew that you wrote a good amount of that track, but he missed you and he knew the song would only make the pain in his heart grow. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to listen to it, if he could even bring himself to listen to it. It was supposed to be your song, your love ballad to him; and he knew it must be good if Taylor released it as a single. Who was he kidding- he thought every song you wrote was good.

“It’s just a song.” Shawn whispered to himself as he played with the phone in his hands, “I’ve listened to all of Y/N’s songs. This isn’t any different.” He kept talking to himself, shaking his head as he tried to reach a decision. “That’s it. I’m going to do it.”

Sighing, he laid down on the bed and opened up Spotify. Of course, it was advertised at the top of his phone: “Taylor Swift’s new single, Lover, out now”. He began the song and listened intently.

“We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January,

This our place, we make the rules,

And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear,

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?” Shawn let out a heartbroken laugh, remembering back to that day that he first read through your journal. He knew it was private, but he just desperately wanted to know. That was the day he gave you that promise ring and promised to always be yours. 

As the song continued on, Shawn felt his eyes begin to sting with tears. Defeated, he stared up at the ceiling, longing to hold you again.

“And I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you,

I’ve loved your three summers now, honey, but I want ‘em all,” He didn’t need to even think about whether it was you or Taylor who wrote that line; he knew it was you. He saw that in your journal as well, and he had told himself he wanted all of your summers too; yet, here he was, spending his first summer without you in years.

As the song ended, Shawn put it on repeat and just stayed there, crying alone in his hotel room. If anyone were to walk in, he doubted that he could even bring himself to be embarrassed of his current; his head was filled with thoughts of you. He just wanted you and only you.

He wiped away his tears and looked at his phone clearly for the first time since he first heard the song. Spotify had credited you as a co-writer of the song. Shawn smiled fondly, glad that you finally took credit for your song-writing talent. He found himself reading over your past text messages to each other from all those months ago. You were so in love back then. He wanted to reach out, to tell you he loved the song, to say that he was proud of you, to apologize for hurting you.

But he couldn’t. He thought maybe you had moved on, maybe you had found someone better than him. He knew that you deserve the best and he highly doubted that he was the best for you.

Abandoning his hopeless scroll through the text messages, he began to go through his photos. He didn’t think it would make him feel any better, but that bittersweet feeling of reminiscing was all he could get at that moment. Photos of your time together was the closest he could get to you.

He had an album titled “Lover” that he had started while you were still together. While the pictures and videos were all out of order, he still admired it. You found it cheesy but embarrassing as he had some pretty questionable photos of you saved in there. You’d never admit it to him, but you adored it.

The very first picture was the first one of the two of you. It was of you two backstage of the 1989 tour; you were sat in Shawn’s lap and he had his hands over yours as he showed you how to play one of his songs on guitar. Taylor had taken that picture, and she was so proud of her matchmaking work. At that point, you and Shawn had been dating for a little under a month. He loved that photo so much that it was still framed on the wall in his house.

One of his favorite photos was of the two of you dressed as Jack and Rose from The Titanic for Halloween, when Shawn managed to come visit you for the holiday while you were away at college. You had both agreed to do a couple’s costume, and the idea of using The Titanic came from a movie marathon the night before. You watched everything from that to Dirty Dancing to Mamma Mia. Shawn felt himself starting to blush thinking back to that night- you two definitely focused more on each other than the actual movies. 

Next, he found a video from your three year anniversary when he surprised you with a candle lit dinner. As if that wasn’t romantic enough, the two of you danced around in the kitchen all night. Shawn had taken a short video of you singing “Let’s Get It On” to him, “C’mon baby, let your love come out, if you believe in love, let’s get it on”. He dropped his video at the end because you pulled him in for a heated kiss, and in that moment he couldn’t care less about his phone. 

His favorite picture of the two of you came up next. It was a simple photograph of Shawn kissing outside of your college townhouse. Sitting on the top step of the stoop, you were looking down at Shawn, who was sitting between your legs. He remembered it was definitely an awkward angle for a kiss, as his head was practically upside down, but that was one of the moments in which wanting to kiss you outweighed all other discomforts. Connor had taken that picture of the two of you, and Shawn kept it as his phone lock screen until you broke up. 

Following a string of goofy selfies taken between you two, Shawn found a video of you. You had secretly recorded it on his phone before he left for tour, knowing that he’d find it under his special photo album.

“Hey, honey,” You smiled into the camera, “If you’ve found this video, that means you’re going through old pictures of us and you’re missing me. I’m missing you too. I don’t know where you’ll be when you see this, but have a great time on tour. I’m sorry I couldn’t join you, just don’t go getting yourself any groupies,” You teased, “I’m counting down the days until I get to see you again. I love you, Shawn.” You blew a kiss into the camera before the video ended.

He let out a shaky breath and set his phone aside. Sniffling, he went and grabbed his guitar, deciding he should probably take some time to work out his feelings, rather than just wallowing in his self-pity.

No matter what melody he attempted to play, he just came back to the chords of “Lover”. Shawn ran a hand through his hair and began to play the song to himself.

“We could light a bunch of candles,

And dance around the kitchen, baby,

Pictures of when we were young would hang on the wall,

We would sit on the stoop,

I’ll sing love songs to you when we’re eighty,

See, I finally got you now, honey, I won’t let you fall,” He paused, realizing the lyrics weren’t the words you had written. Quickly grabbing his notebook, Shawn wrote down the lyrics, wanting to hold onto them in case some opportunity presented itself to use them later on. He continued playing, using your lyrics for inspiration,

“Look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth,

The girl in my story has always been you

I’d go down with the Titanic, it’s true, for you, lover,”

Shawn added the new lyrics into his journal, his fingers tracing the words. He set aside the guitar and journal, knowing it was probably well past time for him to go to sleep. With an early flight tomorrow morning and the alarm clock informing him that it was now 1 AM, he decided it would be a good idea to get some rest. Lying down in bed, Shawn drifted off to sleep with thoughts of you.

~~~

November 2019

Making his way through the busy airport, Shawn was the happiest he had been in a long while. A large smile grew on his face as he saw you waiting for him by the baggage claim. He ran up to you and engulfed you in a large hug. Holding you tightly, he spun you around as you laughed.

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” Shawn said, setting you down and keeping his arms around your waist.

“I’ve missed you too.” You barely managed to get your words out before he kissed you passionately. You let out a small moan and pulled away from the kiss for a moment, “Shawn, paparazzi.”

“I think I’m completely justified in kissing my girlfriend.” He stated, letting go of your hips to hold your hand.

“You are, but I’d rather not give the paparazzi exactly what they want.” You teased.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” Shawn joked with a wink, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. Soon enough, the bags began to surface from the plane, and Shawn grabbed his luggage, ready to leave the airport. You held tightly onto Shawn’s hand as you left the airport, escorted by Shawn’s small security team through the swarm of paparazzi. 

Once back in the safety of your townhouse, you and Shawn found yourselves cuddling on your bed as Shawn was exhausted from his day of traveling. With your head resting on his chest, you listened to the sound of his heartbeat; his hands trailed up and down your back soothingly. The serene moment was disrupted by Shawn’s phone ringing.

“Needed already?” You teased as he shuffled slightly underneath you to answer his phone.

“They never let me rest.” Shawn joked, answering the call. You shifted to rest your head on his bicep so it’d be easier for him to speak. “Hello?”

“Hey, Shawn,” Your ears perked up from hearing your sister’s voice on the other line. Shawn looked down at you as you raised your eyebrows questioningly at him.

“Taylor, what’s up?” He asked, trying to inconspicuously turn down the volume. You felt his heartbeat speed up and you knew he was trying to hide something about the phone call from you. You couldn’t make out what your sister told him, but he replied back with a few ‘yeah's' and ‘that’d be incredible’. He hung up the phone and peered over at you, as you watched him expectantly.

“So, what did Taylor want?” You questioned.

“We may or may not have made a collaboration.” Shawn replied.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yep.” He nodded, his fingers finding yours. He was nervous about something, which only made you more curious. You were about to press further, when his stomach let out a large growl.

“Have you not eaten at all today or something?”

“I think I had a bagel mid-flight.” Shawn said. You sat up and pulled him up with you.

“You need to eat, come on.” You stated, now distracted by making sure your boyfriend was fed. As you got him together some leftovers for lunch, he began to play music. You let out a laugh as Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” began to play.

“Remember when I surprised you for our three year?” Shawn asked, his hands on your hips as he swayed softly to the music. He began to press light kisses to your neck.

“Remember how you almost burned your hand with a candle?” You teased.

“Hm, I must’ve blocked that out.” He laughed, giving you a kiss on your lips before going back to focusing on your neck.

“Shawn, why are you being so touchy, right now?” You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a giggle as his stubble tickled your sensitive neck.

“I just really love you.” He replied.

“I love you too, Shawn.” You lightly pushed him away as the microwave finished. You handed him his plate of food, telling him to eat. He ate the food so quickly, you would have thought that he hadn’t eaten in a week.

“So, what’s this collaboration with Taylor all about? I hope you know that you’re an awful liar.” You said.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you.” Shawn answered, “But I have a feeling you won’t let this drop.” “You know me so well.” You smiled.

“Come here,” Shawn led you to your living room and you sat on the couch while he grabbed one of your guitars. He went into ‘performance mode’, as you liked to call it. He teased, “I’d like to dedicate this next song to my lover.”

You laughed and clapped along in encouragement. You softly smiled as he began to play the beginning of “Lover”. He sang the first verse, and you grew a little confused; he was simply singing your song. As much as you loved it, it felt like a cover. That was until he got to the second verse. You felt overwhelmed with emotions as he adjusted the lyrics to fit with his own memories of your relationship. By the end of the song, you had tears in your eyes, feeling nothing but love for your boyfriend.

“Did you like it?” Shawn asked, putting down the guitar.

“I love it.” You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I’m so glad you like it. I was nervous because you already made the song so perfect. I wanted to write you my own love letter through it. You deserve the best, so that’s all I could hope for.” You cut him off with another kiss, effectively stopping his worried rambling.

“That’s the most thoughtful, beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me. And Shawn, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too.” It was then that Shawn true happiness, in the arms of you, his lover.

[robinskey]

Lover (Steve Harrington x Reader)

A/N: GUYS as you’ve probably noticed, I’m incredibly excited about the release of @taylorswift‘s new album. IMO, Lover is one of Taylor’s best songs to-date, and I thought it would fit perfectly with a fluffy, domestic Steve one-shot. 

Warnings: Mild language, heavy fluff. Story under the cut.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

This is our place, we make the rules

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

It wasn’t until you and Steve moved into your first home together that you realized how deeply in love he was with holiday decorations.

You had started the process of moving your belongings into the new place at the end of September. By mid-October, Steve had begun pestering you about shopping for Christmas decorations. You reminded him that you hadn’t even unpacked the last box yet, and Halloween hadn’t even occurred yet. Steve was persistent that you needed to get the lights up as soon as possible to “maximize the Christmas spirit.”

After a lot of convincing, Steve had finally agreed to wait until November. By then, you figured, he’d forget about it. I mean, this was the guy who couldn’t remember his social security number and occasionally wrote it on his stomach (“because I’m not dumb enough to keep it on, like, my hand, Y/N, where everyone can see it.” When when you suggested he just carry his social security card with him, he told you he didn’t trust himself not to lose it.) Surely, that guy would forget all about it, right?

Wrong. On November 1st, you were nursing a Halloween-candy hangover when Steve dragged you to Goodwill. You returned home with enough decorations to light up a mansion and spent the rest of the afternoon stringing them all around your tiny one-bedroom house. After dinner, you and Steve headed outside. As the sky faded to black, Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and he watched in wonder as your small townhouse transformed into a winter wonderland.

“Look at that, Y/N! We did that,” he said. The various colors of the lights reflected in his eyes as he gazed down at you.

“I didn’t know King Steve Harrington could get so excited over Christmas lights.” Your smooth teasing was foiled by a strong gust of wind that left goosebumps on your arms and caused you to shudder.

“I’m full of surprises,” Steve said as the two of you started back towards the front door. “For example, you probably didn’t know, but I can make the best cup of hot chocolate in the state of Indiana.”

“Oh, really?”

“Oh, yeah. Grandma Harrington taught me her secret recipe.”

Even though you’d known Steve for years, you learned new things about him every day. You wondered if you’d ever run out of things to learn about the boy you’d known all your life.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my lover

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Dustin Henderson started referring to your place as “our house” before you guys even moved in. He dropped by several times a week with updates on the newest happenings at Hawkins Middle or questions about how to handle a Suzie situation. At least once a month, Dustin crashed on your couch after a weekend movie night. 

On one occasion, you and Steve returned home from a date night to discover half a dozen adolescents gathered around the television in your living room. A curly-haired kid carried around a bag of chips in one hand and waved cheerfully with the other. He flashed his infamous toothy grin, which you met with a half-scowl, half-squint of confusion.

“Dustin? How did you get in here?”

Dustin spoke through a mouthful of Doritos. “My mom dropped us off. And then I used my key.”

Your glare switched targets. This time, you directed it at Steve. He clamped his hand down on his face; you weren’t sure if it was to avoid your gaze or express his frustration.

“Dude, I gave you that key for emergencies only.”

“This was an emergency!” Dustin threw up his hands, sending an army of cheesy corn chips into the atmosphere. After falling back to earth, bright orange triangles wedged themselves into your new white rug. “The season premiere of our favorite show is tonight, and we didn’t have anywhere to watch it.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. Your eyes scanned over the gang sprawled across your couch, armchairs, and carpet. Judging by the boxes of candy and cans of soda littered across the floor, Dustin must have raided your pantry. Apparently, the kitchen wasn’t the only place he infiltrated, since almost your entire linen closet was spread out over the living room. Lucas and Max shared the recliner beside which Dustin was currently standing. Will sat on a pillow with his back against the coffee table, his attention still focused on the television screen. You turned your attention to Mike, who was curled up next to El under a crocheted blanket you’d received from your grandmother. 

“Doesn’t your family have a TV, Mike?” 

"Yeah, we do, but my mom kicked us out so she could watch a soap opera or some shit. She and Nancy love that crap.”

Nancy. 

That name ignited the flame of jealousy in your chest. You knew it was totally irrational; she and Steve hadn’t dated since high school. They’d both moved on-something Nancy did almost instantaneously. Steve had told you the whole saga of their mostly-one-sided relationship, and you were fairly certain Nancy never really loved him.

Still, Nancy was Steve’s first serious girlfriend. She was the first girl-the only girl, other than you-to whom he’d said “I love you” and meant it. Nancy was, and would always be, Steve’s first love. There wasn’t anything you could do to change that.

“Y/N? Hey, babe, you good?”

Steve’s voice jolted you back to reality. You shook your head slightly to clear it, then nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

You pretended not to notice the way his mouth twitched downward slightly in concern.

“Great. So we can stay?” Dustin interrupted. The hopeful gleam in his eyes was too much to resist.

“I guess,” you sighed, earning a chorus of triumphant “yeah!”s from the kids. “Your show’s probably about over by now, anyway, isn’t it?”

Dustin furrowed his thick brows, as though that was the most blatantly incorrect assumption you could have made. Lucas let you know that “it doesn’t even start for three more hours.”

“Won’t that be, like, midnight? Your parents aren’t going to freak out if you come home at two in the morning?” Steve asked.

“Actually...” Dustin drew out the word until he finally ran out of air. Then, he spoke the next few words in one breath. “We were hoping you’d let us spend the night here?”

You and Steve exchanged glances. Between your schoolwork and Steve’s work schedule, the two of you hadn’t been able to spend as much quality time together. You’d finally both managed to secure a responsibility-free night and a cheesy rom-com to watch while cuddling on the couch. (Steve pretended to hate those movies, but he almost always teared up at least once during the show.)

None of that mattered now, though, because your boyfriend could never say no to his favorite child-or so you thought.

Steve scratched the back of his neck. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before saying, “Actually, Dustin, tonight’s not the best night for a sleepover. Y/N and I kind of had plans.”

Lucas raised his eyebrows suggestively. “Plans, huh? What kind of plans?” he said, earning a smack on the arm from his girlfriend.

Color rose to your cheeks; Steve picked up a pillow someone had haphazardly tossed on the floor and launched it at Lucas’s head. Instead of hitting its intended target, though, the cushion collided with Max’s face. Ever the hothead, the ginger quickly contorted her neutral expression into a deep frown. She chucked the pillow back toward Steve with tremendous force, along with a few other throw pillows. Only one actually hit Steve. The rest rained down on you.

And, as a mature, homeowning adult battling literal children, you knew there was only one correct response: to hurl each and every one of those pillows right back.

It didn’t take long before the scene devolved into utter chaos. Fluffy rectangles flew across the living room, smacking into bodies or simply into walls. The kids outnumbered you and Steve three-to-one, so you were doomed from the start. However valiant of an effort you two gave, the party still overcame you, burying you and Steve under an avalanche of pillows.

“Clearly, we won this fight,” Dustin said as he loomed over you. Steve had tried to act as your human shield, so he laid beside you on the floor. “I think that means we earned the right to stay.”

“Dustin-“

“No, Steve, it’s okay,” you said, turning towards him. “I know it’s not what we originally planned, but maybe a sleepover with the kids would be fun.”

Steve looked at you with admiration glittering in his chocolate eyes. “Yeah?” he asked softly.

“Yeah.” You shifted a few pillows to get closer to Steve and plant a gentle kiss on his mouth. He smiled as your lips brushed his, and for a moment, you forgot about the gang of gangly tweens in your living room.

Then, a symphony of “ew”s and “aw”s and “can you not”s and “I think it’s sweet”s erupted throughout the room.

Steve shot into an upright position, pointing his finger in the general direction of the sitting area. “Hey, this is my house, and my girlfriend, and if I want to kiss her, I will. And if you dweebs want to stay here to watch your stupid show, you’ll keep your mouths shut.”

“As long as you keep yours shut,” Dustin quipped. “I think I can speak for everyone when I say we’d rather not see you and Y/N sticking your tongues down each other’s throats.”

You tossed the last pillow throw of the night at Dustin but agreed. You and Steve kept the PDA to a minimum that night. They were just kids, after all, and you didn’t want to corrupt them. However, when Nancy came to pick up Mike the next morning and Steve waved to her from the porch, you didn’t hesitate to flounce out the front door in your robe and draw Steve into a passionate kiss.

You just had to make sure Nancy knew what was yours.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my lover

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

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

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

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

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

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

Your favorite part of the day was coming home to your best friend.

Steve more or less memorized your schedule. You arrived home around the same time every evening, so Steve knew when to start listening for the sound of gravel crunching under the wheels of your car. He would then meet you on the porch with a “hello” kiss and a “how was your day, honey?” You always feigned indignance as he took your bags, murmuring something about how weak he must think you are to not be able to carry them two more steps. But, secretly, you spent your entire commute home anticipating the interaction.

This was especially true on the stressful days, the ones you felt would never end. Even though Steve was completely clueless in most situations, he could typically tell when you were in a foul mood. Those were the times he pulled you a little closer to his heart, hugged you a little tighter, loved you a little extra-just in case you needed it.

Today, you really, really did. It had been one of those days where everything seems to go wrong. You couldn’t wait to crawl into bed with Steve and snuggle all your sorrows away.

As you pulled into the driveway, your heart beat faster in anticipation. You watched the front door swing open. It took you a second to realize that the figure standing on the porch wasn’t your boyfriend. Rather, it was a short, stocky kid with a halo of golden curls. If it hadn’t been for the unmistakable hair, you might not have recognized him; you’d never seen him sans ballcap but plus a paisley-print bowtie around his neck and certainly never with dish rag was draped over his arm.

“Hey, Dustin,” you said. When he responded by simply smiling back at you, you asked, “What...what’cha doing here, kid?”

“Hello, Ms. Y/L/N. I’ll be your server for the evening,” he responded without missing a beat. 

“My server?”

Dustin bent his head slightly in what he must have considered a sophisticated spin on a nod. “Indeed. Now, if you’ll follow me, ma’am...”

You kicked off your shoes and set down your purse before wandering after your guide down the dimly-lit hall. Something crinkled under your footsteps. You quickly noticed small ovals scattered across the wood floor. As you stepped on one, it felt like silk against your bare feet. 

Petals?

You were too busy staring at the flowers scattered across the hall to realize you’d reached your destination. Dustin stopped, and you ran right into his back. You stumbled before regaining your balance and taking a look around the room.

The “server” had escorted you to your own kitchen-a place you were quite familiar with, since Steve couldn’t cook a decent meal to save his life. (To be fair, though, you weren’t much more skilled with the stove, so approximately 90% of your diet was comprised of takeout and peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches.) However, you’d never seen the kitchen quite like this.

It was the cleanest it had been since move-in day. Not a dish sat on the counter or even in the sink. The crumbs typically scattered across the floor had been replaced by rose petals. Sparkling white Christmas lights stretched across the room, and Elvis Presley crooned over the record player in the corner of the room. You didn’t even know Steve owned a record player. (As you later discovered, he didn’t. He’d borrowed it from Jonathan Byers.)

In the center of the room, your cheap card table was draped with a lace tablecloth. Wedged between two covered silver platters that looked like they belonged in a castle, a flickering candle cast shadows on the face of the boy sitting beside it. As soon as his eyes fell on you, he scrambled to his feet and over to you.

“Hi,” Steve said, winding his arms around your waist. He sounded breathless, even though he’d literally just walked a few feet.

“Hey.” Your eyes flicked from his slicked-back hair and freshly-shaven face to his crisp button-up and newly-polished shoes. “What’s-um-what’s all this?” you asked, vaguely gesturing around the room.

“Oh, you know.” Steve pressed a quick kiss to your lips before taking your hand and leading you to the table. “I just thought I’d do something special for you tonight.”

"That’s...really sweet.”

Steve scooted your chair in before placing himself back into the seat across from you. Dustin disappeared into your pantry, then returned with a bottle of sparkling grape juice. As you watched the teenager carefully pour a splash into each of your glasses, you asked whether Steve had bribed or tricked him into spending his Friday night playing restaurant.

“This is my full-time job, ma’am. This is how I earn my living,” Dustin answered dutifully before breaking character. “Besides, four of my stupid friends are on a double-date, and Will’s sick, so I had nothing better to do.”

“Way to sell us on the idea that you want to be here, dipshit,” Steve remarked.

“Hey, show our waiter a little respect!” you teased, gently kicking Steve under the table.

“Thank you, Y/N. But, actually, I prefer the term server,” Dustin corrected. He proceeded to produce a notepad from his pocket and read you the specials-or, rather, special, considering there was only one: spaghetti with meatballs. “On our regular menu, we also offer a wonderful noodle dish with a marinara sauce for the same low price as the special-zero dollars.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “So...just spaghetti again?”

Dustin clapped a hand over his heart in mock offense. “Excuse you, madam. It’s spaghetti without meatballs, which is a completely different experience.” Dustin glanced around as though someone might overhear before quietly adding, “Personally, I would recommend the spaghetti with meatballs, unless you want grubby hands digging around in your dish to pull out the meatballs, which may or may not already be incorporated into the pasta.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed nonetheless. “I guess I’ll have the spaghetti with meatballs, then.”

“Excellent choice. And for you, sir?”

“I’ll have the same,” said Steve.

“Well, you’ve both made this very easy for me. Pardon my reach,” Dustin said, leaning over to pluck the covers off the platters. A heaping hill of noodles, red sauce, and meatballs lay underneath. 

Dustin took the lids and disappeared into the living room. You weren’t sure if Dustin was just trying to stay out of the way or if he was going to attempt to wash them in the bathroom sink. It definitely wouldn’t have been the weirdest thing he’d done in your house; once, you and Steve caught him trying to explain morse code to a squirrel in your backyard. That kid was truly an odd duck. 

And speaking of weird behavior, you were still seriously questioning what was happening. Steve was a sweetheart, and he did everything in his power to make you happy. This definitely wasn’t the first time he’d surprised you with a thoughtful gesture, but it was probably the most all-out he’d ever gone. The last time he even attempted to cook for you was during senior year of high school, when you first started dating. As an after-school snack, Steve had popped some pizza rolls in the microwave and promptly forgotten about them...until, of course, the kitchen appliance burst into flames.

As strange as it was, you didn’t want to ruin the moment by verbally expressing your curiosities. You simply swirled slightly-soggy spaghetti around your spoon and savored the small talk. Eventually, Dustin reappeared to clear your plates and ask if you wanted dessert. 

“What are my options?”

Dustin’s excellent waiter facade faded for a second. He glanced at Steve with wide eyes. His gaze begged for guidance-which Steve failed to provide. He simply squinted at Dustin as if to say, Figure it out for yourself.

The entire ordeal lasted about fifteen seconds. It was too long for Dustin to turn back to you with a tight-lipped smile plastered on his face as though nothing had just happened between them.

“The final course is-the dessert, uh-it’s a surprise.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could have sworn you saw Steve offer a nod of approval.

“Okay...” You drew out the word as your mind jumped to every conclusion possible. “Is it a good surprise? Or is it, like, a somewhat-edible science experiment that might actually poison me?”

“Oh, no, no. It’s a good surprise. You’ll like it. I promise,” Dustin said. “I-uh-I’ll go get it,” he said, then disappeared once more. 

“Steve, why did Dustin just head toward the bathroom? I swear, if he made Jell-O in the toilet or something, I’m going to lose it.”

Steve just shrugged. He avoided your gaze, and a few beads of sweat had broken out across his forehead. That pretty much solidified your suspicions that Steve and Dustin were pulling some weird sort of prank on you.

Dustin returned a few minutes later with yet another silver platter. (Seriously, where was he getting these things?) This time, though, there weren’t any noodles on the plate he unveiled. Instead, a small velvet box sat on the metal.

The next few seconds happened in a blur. You recalled Steve rising from his chair and reaching for the box. Then, suddenly, he was on one knee in front of you. The box opened like an oyster. Instead of a pearl, though, its treasure was a glimmering diamond ring. 

Tears began clouding your vision before Steve’s lips even parted. As soon as he spotted the water in your eyes, Steve started to get choked up, too. He tried to power through, but his voice became more strained with each syllable.

“Y/N. These past few years with you have been the best of my life, and I never thought...shit." Steve blinked rapidly, attempting to clear away the tears. “I never want to spend my time with-with anyone else-damn it,” he murmured as a drop of water finally escaped his tear duct and rolled down his face. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I had this whole speech prepared, but now I’m a mess-”

You stopped his ranting by placing a gentle palm on his cheek and a kiss on his forehead. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I love you for the whole-ass mess you are.”

Steve leaned into your touch for a moment and whispered, “I love you, too, Y/N.” Then, he straightened up, cleared his throat, and softly asked, “Will you marry me?”

“Of course.”

Steve barely had the patience to slide the ring on your finger with his shaking hands before he picking you up and swinging you around. He kissed all over your face, and your happy tears mixed with his in a joyous saltwater solution. 

The kiss fest didn’t end until Steve, caught up in all the excitement, accidentally pressed his lips to your nostrils. The two of you burst into a fit of giggles amplified by the ecstasy of the emotions you were feeling. Your hysteria lasted for several minutes and ended with you and Steve laying on the floor, lungs devoid of oxygen and limbs tangled together.

“Are you guys really that happy, or are you, like, on something?”

You both glanced toward Dustin, whose presence had completely slipped your mind. Luckily, Steve had a response ready. It was cheesy and cliche, but nothing could have fit the situation more perfectly:

“No, dude. We’re just high on life.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (Forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my lover

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continuous themes on lover, the album, by taylor swift (not exhaustive, but I TRIED)

colours (obviously, lots of blue):

London Boy: show me a gray sky // faded blue jeans

Soon You’ll Get Better: holy orange bottles // i'll paint the kitchen neon

Afterglow: blew things out of proportion, now you're blue

ME!:but one of these things is not like the others like a rainbow with all of the colors

Lover: my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

Cruel Summer: it's blue, the feeling i've got

I Think he Knows: indigo eyes

Miss Americana: we're so sad, we paint the town blue

Paper Rings: i'm with you even if it makes me blue which takes me back to the color that we painted your brother's wall

Daylight: i once believed love would be black and white but it's golden // i once believed love would be burning red but it's golden

It’s Nice to Have a Friend: Light pink sky

night/dark:

I Forgot That You Existed: but then something happened one magical night

The Archer: i wake in the night, i pace like a ghost

Daylight: i've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night // Or the things that haunt me in the middle of the night

I Think He Knows: i whisper in the dark// go there every night

Cruel Summer: Fever dream high in the quiet of the night// every night that summer just to seal my fate 

Paper Rings: now i wake up in the night and watch you breathe // kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night (Oh)

Death By A Thousand Cuts: Flashbacks waking me up

light:

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

Cruel Summer: so cut the headlights

Afterglow:this ultraviolet morning light below // Meet me in the afterglow

Daylight: everyone looked worse in the light // and now i see daylight, i only see daylight

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince i'm lost in the lights

it's brighter now, now

Cornelia Street: as if the street lights pointed in an arrowhead

Lover: we could leave the christmas lights up 'til january

Death By A Thousand Cuts: Chandelier's still flickering here

Soon You’ll Get Better: doctor's office lighting

YNTCD: Sunshine on the street at the parade

uhm, drinks and being...not sober:

Cruel summer: i'm drunk in the back of the car and i cried like a baby coming home from the bar 

Paper rings: the moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met // the wine is cold

Cornelia Street: drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

Death By A Thousand Cuts: I get drunk, but it's not enough // Gave up on me like I was a bad drug

London Boy:Tennessee whiskey // Drinking in the afternoon (Yeah)

False God: Got the wine for you

YNTCD: But you're takin' shots at me like it's Patrón

seasons/weather:

Lover: i've loved you three summers now, honey, but i want 'em all

Cruel Summer: every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

ME!: livin' in winter, i am your summer // And when we had that fight out in the rain

Cornelia Street: windows flung right open, autumn air

Miss American: and now the storm is coming

Paper Rings: in the winter, in the icy outdoor pool //i want your dreary mondays

towns/places:

I Forgot That You Existed: free rent, living in my mind // would've fought the whole town, so yeah

Miss Americana: american glory faded before me // we paint the town blue

Cornelia Street: and baby, i get mystified by how this city screams your name

Daylight: maybe i've stormed out of every single room in this town // my love was as cruel as the cities i lived in // back and forth from new york (sneaking in your bed)

Death By A Thousand Cuts: our country, guess it was a lawless land // the only thing we share is this small town

London Boy: I love my hometown as much as Motown (and basically the entire song)

False God: Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town // I'm New York City you're the West Village

home: 

Cornelia Street: as if the street lights pointed in an arrow head leading us home // memorize the creaks in the floor // walk me back to that apartment

London Boy: They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives

Its Nice to Have A Friend: Feels like home

False God: years ago, we were just inside barefoot in the kitchen

Lover // and this is our place, we make the rules // Take me out, and take me home

Death By A Thousand Cuts: I take the long way home

I Think He Knows: When we get all alone, I'll make myself at home

Paper Rings: Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

death/blood/fighting/conflict:

The Archer (obviously): combat, i'm ready for combat // i've been the archer, i've been the prey // i pace like a ghost

Cruel Summer: what doesn't kill me makes me want you more // summer's a knife// and if i bleed, you'll be the last to know // i'm not dying // killing me slow, out the window

I Forgot That You Existed: and i thought that it would kill me, but it didn't

and ran for my life 

Afterglow: I pinned your hands behind your back, thought I had reason to attack, but no// Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves// Tell me this love is worth the fight, oh

Death By A Thousand Cuts

conflicting emotions/ secrecy:

The Archer: I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches i almost said to you // I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

Cruel Summer: and if i bleed, you'll be the last to know // i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you // and i snuck in through the garden gate // said, "i'm fine," but it wasn't true

daylight: sneaking in your bed

Death By A Thousand Cuts: ’Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not

Soon You’ll Get Better: I just pretend it isn't real // I didn't tell you I was scared

childhood/youth:

The Archer: i never grew up, it's getting so old // All the king's horses, all the king's men couldn't put me together again

I Think He Knows: it's like i'm 17, nobody understands // He got that boyish look that I like in a man

London Boy: like a child when our eyes meet

Miss Americana: I'm crazier for you than I was at 16

rules/games

Cruel Summer: devils roll the dice // no rules in breakable heaven

Daylight: there are so many lines that i've crossed unforgiven

Miss Americana: you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes // voted most likely to run away with you // my team is losing, battered and bruising // i see the high fives between the bad guys

Lover: and this is our place, we make the rules

spiritual

Cruel Summer: he looks up, grinning like a devil // devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes // no rules in breakable heaven

Soon You’ll Get Better: Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too

False God (the whole song): Religion's in your lips even if it's a false god // We'd still worship this love // The altar is my hips // I know heaven's a thing I go there when you touch me, honey

Hell is when I fight with you // Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness

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

school/classrooms:

I forgot that you existed: laughed on the school yard as soon as I tripped up and hit the ground, ground, ground.

miss Americana: they whisper in the hallway, "she's a bad, bad girl" // the whole school is rolling fake dice

It's Nice To Have a Friend (the entire song, but specifically:) school bell rings, walk me home

London Boy: we are watching rugby with his school friends

Stories:

Cornelia Street: We were a fresh page on the desk Filling in the blanks as we go

Death By A Thousand Cuts: But if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages?

driving/car/streets:

Paper Rings: I want to drive away with you

The Archer: I jump from the train, I ride off alone

I Think He Knows: His footprints on the sidewalk lead to where I can't stop // He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue // hand on my thigh we could follow the sparks, I'll drive 

Cornelia Street: We were in the backseat // I say casually in the car // You hold my hand on the street

Death By A Thousand Cuts: I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright they say, "I don't know"

London Boy: a rainy cab ride

False God: They say the road gets hard and you get lost

It's Nice to Have A Friend: Sidewalk chalk covered in snow

burn/fire:

The Archer // The room is on fire, invisible smoke

Afterglow: Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there’s no us // I'm the one who burned us down

Miss Americana: American stories burning before me

Daylight: Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke

Taylor just being so, so in love

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? 

It's you and me, that's my whole world // It's you and me, there's nothing like this

you are the only one who seems to care

Three times 'cause I waited my whole life

Darling, you're the one I want

Just wanna be with you, wanna be with you

You're the only one of you, baby, that's the fun of you

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I want you, bless my soul

You know I adore you, I'm crazier for you

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

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

Swear to be over dramatic and true to my lover

This originally started out as 3 subtitles and then as I was going through the lyrics I found SO MANY THEMES and i was like “???” because I had never even picked up on them before. So before I knew it I was going through the lyrics for the 3rd time and being mind blown. There’s still some more subtle themes I didn’t list (for e.g hopelessness, fear and more!) but I did a lot!! Hope you enjoyed, this took forever!!

p.s do I want to make one of these theme lists for every song Taylor has ever written...mayhaps. It would simply be so interesting because Taylor constantly refers to old songs and !! but I know it would take forever to go through her whole discography :(( Perhaps I’ll do this with some other albums separately though!