#midnights by taylor swift

[tsyloricons]

midnights era 

[daniallh]

The great war, Taylor swift// Afterglow, Taylor Swift// tweet from @Killdads

[heytherenashra]

"You changed" bro it's a new Taylor Swift album.

[thaliasthunder]

oh my god guys nico is just so "you're a crisis of my faith" and guys he's so "i would've stayed on my knees and damn sure i'd had never danced with the devil" and omg also he's so "now that i'm grown im scared of ghosts" and holy shit he's too "memories feel like weapons" oh fuck and also he's "god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be" and for last i swear to gods nico is just so so SO "living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts, give me back my boyhood it was mine first!"

[tragicromanceftus]

can't wait to relate every song on midnights with the marauders.

[magical-gifts]

idk what kind of crack miss taylor swift and mister jack antonoff put in “london boy” to make it literally unskippable but I be going 90 mph in the car screaming it at the top of my lungs.

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

Lavender Haze

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A/N: This imagine is inspired by Taylor Swift's song, Lavender Haze. I will post other imagines with songs from the Midnight's album.

Summary: Being a Kook had its perks, but it also had its downsides. You lived on the edge of Figure Eight and The Cut. Unlike most Kook parents, your parents let you live a carefree life and be friends with whomever you wanted. However, they were still set on you presenting a good image to the other Kooks. When you moved, you met Kiara and her friends. It shouldn't be surprising that you fell for the blonde surfing Pogue.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/F/M: Your Favorite Meal

Warnings: Long Imagine

JJ Maybank x-reader

The ceiling fan circle around and around, a gust of wind whipping past the wooden blades. My music hummed in the background with the soft sound of crickets outside my window. I flipped on my side with my shoulder against the mattress. In bold red lettering, my clock read 12:30 am.

Every night for the past few months, JJ had been sneaking into my room to see me. I had told him multiple times that my parents didn't mind him going through the front door, but he said that coming in through the window was more fun. I sat up in my bed to check my phone.

No messages from JJ, only one from Kiara about a funny TikTok she saw. I leaned back in my bed as I scrolled through my Instagram feed. A couple seconds passed until a knock came from the window beside my bed. JJ sat there with a smile.

I practically hopped off the bed to open the window. He stepped in, trying to keep his balance. "Sorry, I'm a few minutes late. John B couldn't find his phone and decided to tear the whole chateau apart," JJ said. I closed the window before joining him on the bed.

"Couldn't you have just called it?" I suggested. "Yeah, but he had it on silent for some odd reason," JJ replied. I chuckled as the two of us fell into a comfortable silence. He laced his hand with mine, running a thumb on the side of my palm. "You ever notice that your ceiling always shakes like it's going to fall?" he mentioned.

Meet me at midnight Staring at the ceiling with you Oh, you don't ever say too much And you don't really read into My melancholia

I turned to him with my brows furrowed, keeping down a laugh. He shifted his position, so he was on his side. "Now, why would you say that? Because now all I'm going to think about is my fan falling on me in the middle of the night," I replied. He let go of my hand, raising his arms in defense.

He sat up in my bed with his eyes settling on the view behind my house. My house was close to the water, perfectly positioned in front of the docks of other houses. I often would stay up just to see the moon sit above the dark blue waters.

Sometimes, I'd even do an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise. My head comfortably rested on JJ's shoulders, our hands still intertwined. I looked up at him and admired how the moon landed on his skin, illuminating his little sun freckles.

In the past, I never really had good relationships, not counting that one fling with Kelce in middle school. JJ knew that this whole relationship was new to me. I wasn't used to someone being there for me 24/7.

I've been under scrutiny You handle it beautifully All this shit is new to me

JJ must've felt my gaze. He turned away from the view to catch my eyes. "What?" he said. "Nothin," I responded, bringing my attention to the water. A few boats would coast by, which was normal. Sometimes a few reckless and adventurous Kooks - or Pogues - would spend all night on the water.

My friends and I occasionally do that, but Pope usually declines, given his parent's strict curfew schedule. "Were you looking at me again?" he said. "Looking at you? I always look at you," my attention was still on the window.

He sighed before setting a finger underneath my chin. JJ brought my focus back to him. Now, I noticed the limited space between us. JJ kept his finger underneath my chin before bringing his lips to mine. The same hand went to the side of my face.

I felt my stomach do flips at the feeling of his lips on mine. We've shared moments like these several times, but this is the first time it has felt like this. I couldn't keep my smile from going away when we pulled away for a pause. "So, since you're a Kook," JJ said.

"I'm not a Kook," I replied, "I'm a...."

"A Pook," he finished. I sat up in my spot, tilting my head in confusion. He chuckled at my expression. "What the hell is a 'Pook'?" I said. "It's a Pogue and Kook. You know, a Pook," he clarified. I shook my head in amusement and laid back down, now resting on his chest. He kissed my head until the two of us fell asleep.

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me. So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

_____

(Later the next day)

This morning, I had to leave JJ's arms to take an early shift at The Wreck with Kiara. Kiara and I stood side by side as we refilled the napkin dispensers and condiment trays. We had about fifteen minutes before the restaurant opened up.

It usually wasn't busy in the morning, but when the clock strikes 12:00, The Wreck gets really busy. "And he spent the night? Yet, you never told him?" Kie mentioned, following me as I set one of the silver dispensers at a booth.

I nodded and went back to our station. Kiara and Sarah were the only ones in our group who knew I loved JJ. Pope and John B were aware of my relationship with JJ, but they didn't know how I truly felt. Kiara sighed and finished filling the last bit of the napkins. She started working on adding the condiments to some of the trays.

"I just," I paused, "I'm worried that if I say something, it won't end well."

She nodded and handed me two trays. Kiara pointed to the other side of the restaurant. "I mean, that thing with Kelce in middle school and then Thomas freshmen year doesn't help," she said, "And, what makes you think JJ would make fun of you for telling him?" She grabbed one of the trays from me. "I don't think that. It's the anxiety and overthinker side of me that's thinking that," I replied.

My best friend chuckled and nodded her head in agreement. I married the two bottles of ketchup, making sure they were even. Kiara leaned against the table with her arms crossed. "Just skip the 'l love you part' and get married. God, it's like watching two feral cats fight over a piece of salmon," Kiara commented.

All they keep asking me Is if I'm gonna be your bride The only kind of girl they see is a one-night or a wife.

I looked at her with my mouth agape, trying to think of a response to her terrible analogy. Kiara trailed her eyes away from the floor to look at me. "Wha-what did you just say?" I chuckled between each word. She shoved my shoulder and went back to her job. "You know what I meant," Kiara replied. She sent me a look, preventing me from saying anything.

Her parents walked out of the doors of the kitchen. They looked around to check our progress. Mrs. Carrera noticed the two of us were laughing together. "Girls, could one of you go change the toilet paper and towels in the bathroom?" she questioned.

"I can do it," I set the tray at one of the empty tables. Kiara laughed to herself, remembering the stupid comment she had made. Mrs. Carrera cleared her throat, which caught her daughter's attention. I escaped into the bathroom, still laughing.

As I set a new paper towel in the bathroom, and some toilet paper in each stall, I couldn't get the talk with Kiara out of my head. My phone rang from my back pocket. JJ's profile popped up on my screen:

Mr. JJ Maybank: Hey! How's your shift going?

Me: Pretty good. Kiara compared me to a feral cat, so...

Mr. JJ Maybank: What? 😂

Me: It's a long story. What are you doing?

Mr. JJ Maybank: John B needed my help to clean the boat.

Me: By helping him, you mean watching him do all the work and saying he missed a spot.

Mr. JJ Maybank: Shhh, go back to work, Y/N/N.

I sent him a 'middle finger' Bitmoji before stepping out of the bathroom. Kiara was sweeping the dining area with a glum look on her face. I guess her mom tasked her with cleaning when she saw us laughing.

"Feral cats," I muttered when I walked past her.

She reached over and tapped me on the back of the leg with the spikey broom. I lunged at her as if I could fight her. "Oh, I'm so scared," she said. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the cleaning spray and some paper towels to wipe down the tables and windows.

A couple hours passed, and The Wreck was busy as usual. I balanced a tray of food on my way to a table outside. It was nice to feel the bright sun on my skin, immediately warming me up. "I've got a plate of fried shrimp, curly fries, and a small side of corn salad," I handed the plate to the little girl, "And crab cakes with potato wedges and coleslaw." I set the plate down in front of the girl's father.

"Can I get you two anything else?" I asked, tucking the tray underneath me. "Yes. Could we get some more napkins and one of the Lobster Bibs?" the man asked. "Of course, I'll be right back with those," I said. I dropped the tray off with the rest of them and grabbed some extra napkins and one of the bibs from the kitchen.

The man thanked me when I handed them the things he asked for. Today felt more busy than usual, I've already had three people ask me for things that weren't on the menu and an older woman asking for a nonalcoholic drink that we didn't offer.

"Hey, Y/N, table three was asking for you, by the way," George, another server, said. "Okay. Anything specific?" I asked, grabbing a pen from the stand. He shrugged and went back to the kitchen.

I sighed, thinking of endless possibilities as to what the table wanted. I hadn't served them, so who knew what they wanted. My worried demeanor was replaced when John B, Pope, Sarah, and JJ sat at the table. "Hey, what're you guys doing here?" I asked, setting my notepad into the pocket of my apron.

"Kiara said you two were having a tough shift. So, we figured we'd come and visit," Sarah said, smiling. I smiled and thanked them. "She's not wrong," I said.

"When do you and Kie have your lunch break?" JJ asked, reaching over to lace his hand with mine. I checked my watch. "In about twenty minutes," I answered. "We can wait," John B said.

I thanked my thoughtful friends and went back to my other tables. Twenty minutes felt like twenty hours. Kiara and I sat with the boys outside, away from the customers. We had snuck some food out of the kitchen. JJ and I shared a plate of Y/F/M with a side of fries.

John B went on a tangent about JJ not helping with the HMS Pogue. My boyfriend claimed he saw a 'huge ass spider' and refused to step foot onto the boat. JJ's fear of spiders was something neither of us could speak about.

"It was big, okay? You'd be scared if you had seen it," JJ said, his hand resting around the back of my chair. "Oh, yeah, I'm sure tough guy," Sarah scoffed and rolled her eyes. Our lunch breaks were usually around thirty minutes, sometimes forty if Kiara's parents were feeling generous. Since it was busy today, we probably wouldn't get a forty-minute lunch.

I opened my mouth to speak but was rudely interrupted by someone. Thomas Collins joined in on our conversation. This was the same Thomas that I dated my Freshmen year. He's one of those guys that won't take no for answer. I didn't realize that until four months into our 'relationship'.

JJ took his arm off my shoulders to set a hand on my thigh. "How's my favorite crew doing?" Thomas asked with a sly smirk. "We're doing okay, thanks," Pope replied. Sarah took a sip of her Lemonade, trying her best to ignore Thomas' presence.

"So. JJ, Y/N. How're you two doing? Can't help but see you two are enjoying yourselves," Thomas said. Despite our hints, he grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat with us. I discreetly checked the time on my watch.

Thankfully, Kiara and I only had ten minutes left of our lunch break. Kiara looked over her shoulder, trying to find her dad or mom. "Have you gotten bored of her yet?" Thomas continued, "Does she still do that thing where she'll ask you to help her with something? Because she'd do that all the time, it would get so f-"

I drowned out his statements, watching him move his mouth in an obnoxious tone. JJ ran a hand up and down my leg. I noticed Kiara would glance at her watch and then at me. During this whole conversation, I hadn't noticed that JJ wasn't paying any attention to Thomas.

Which was weird. He'd do anything to threaten any guy who spoke badly about me. I looked at JJ to find him with his eyes already on me. He reassured me that everything was going to be okay, he wasn't listening to Thomas one bit.

I find it dizzying They're bringing up my history But you aren't even listening

Thomas leaned back in the chair with crossed arms. I hoped the chair would break from underneath him, and he'd humiliate himself. "Y/N and I have to finish our shift," Kiara cut the conversation short. JJ grabbed my hand and led me out of the chair. "Thomas, why don't you come out with us?" Sarah offered. "We'll show you around The Cut, take you to our favorite places," John B added.

My ex-boyfriend glanced at the two and then at JJ, standing before me. "No. I think I'll stay here, keep Y/N and Kie some company," Thomas denied. "Now," JJ's voice was tense. Kiara took me from JJ before things escalated. We went to the counter and clocked back in.

"You okay?" she asked. I nodded and tied my apron around my back. Kiara handed me my notepad, setting her own into the pocket. "I'm alright. I really thought we were gonna witness a Kook vs. Pogue battle," I responded.

"Yeah, me too."

_____

(Later)

I stepped out of the shower and changed into a pair of clothes. My best friend sat on my bed, flipping through her TikTok feed. "Any word from the gang?" I set my bag beside the bedroom door. Kiara sat up in my bed with her cell phone in hand.

"Yeah. I told them we'd head over to Chateau when you were done getting ready."

She set her phone down, grabbing her sandals from the side of the bed. I slipped my shoes on. "Are you okay after what happened earlier?" Kiara stood up from the bed. "I'm fine. Thomas' comments don't get to me anymore," I slipped my arm into the strap of my tote bag.

Kiara nodded. We hopped into my car and drove to the chateau, listening to Taylor Swift's new album. Taylor Swift was the number one artist that just the two of us listened to.

The boys hated it. Well, Pope didn't mind listening to her music. We often joke that he is a die-hard Swifty. When I pulled into the Chateu, John B and Sarah were sitting in the hammock while JJ and Pope were passing a football back and forth.

"Let's hope hanging out with Thomas didn't go haywire," Kiara said. I chuckled, stepping out of the car with my bag in hand. Pope caught the football before it fell to the ground. JJ was the first to greet Kiara and me.

He fist-bumped Kiara before bringing me in for a hug. JJ wouldn't let me go until we sat down on the hammock, stealing John B and Sarah's spot. John B stepped into the chateu to get some beers for everyone. "So, what happened to Thomas?" Kiara asked.

She sat down beside Pope on one of the benches. John B came out with the drinks. "Let's just say he won't be bothering us anytime soon," he handed me a beer. "What did you guys do?" I twisted the bottle cap off.

"Oh, you know, just told him that he's a terrible human being, and we that we saw him and his gf doin' it in the Cameron's pool," JJ smirked. "That'll do it," Kiara commented, tossing John B the bottle cap.

He caught it and dropped it into a trash bag beside him. I looked at Sarah when JJ said what they did. "That was the first time I heard anything about that," she said. JJ put his arm around my shoulder, bringing me to his chest.

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me. So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze That lavender haze

I felt his lips linger on the top of my head before pulling away. "So, what did Thomas do when you threatened him?" I asked. "Well, he did try to square up, but apparently, the boys are intimidating," Sarah replied. "Apparently?" Pope leaned forward to look at Sarah. She ignored his glance, finishing off her drink.

______

(Later)

As the night grew, I began to regret not bringing a jacket with me. John B started a fire a little while as the sun began to set. "Hey, your jacket's in my room if you wanted me to get it," JJ said. "I'll get it. I need to go to the bathroom anyways," I replied.

He nodded. I got up from the hammock, slipping my phone into my shorts pocket. "Could you grab me a water?" Sarah handed me her empty can of beer. "Yeah. Does anyone else need anything?" I offered. They all shook their heads.

I stepped into the guest room and found my jacket hanging on the bedpost. I could still hear my friends talking when I stepped into the kitchen. The fridge didn't offer much, but I was able to find water for myself and Sarah. As I walked back outside, I heard my name mentioned a few times, either by Kiara or Sarah.

Talk your talk and go viral I just need this love spiral Get it off your chest Get it off my desk

Sarah thanked me as I handed her a water bottle. I joined JJ on the hammock. "Hey, could I talk to you for a second?" he asked. "Sure," I replied. JJ took my hand, leading me over to the dock. The group whistled as we walked where the boat was tied. I looked over my shoulder to spot Kiara and Sarah giving me a thumbs-up.

JJ and I stood side by side. The sun was beginning to set above the marsh, creating a beautiful orange and pink glow on the water. JJ leaned against the dock with his hands resting on the wooden bar. I watched him as he thought to himself. "You okay?" I asked, noticing him playing with his bracelets.

His eyes darted from the water and then up to the long grass. I set a hand on top of his wrist, gaining his attention. "Do you ever start thinking of someone while you’re walking or doing something random, and you start smiling uncontrollably because you’ve got that certain someone on your mind?" he spoke.

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me. So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

I nodded in response. JJ sighed and turned to look at me; he leaned against the docks pillar. "You're..." he looked back at the group (GIF Above), "You're that person I think about constantly." I smiled. The same round of butterflies that happened earlier sprouted. "This whole feelings thing, it's still kind of new to me," he said.

"Me too," I nodded, looking out at the horizon. My mind reminded me of the conversation between Kiara and my thoughts that were rotating. Better say it now before I completely disregard it.

"JJ, I love you," I blurted. It took him a second to look away from the water to me. I hesitated to look up from the ground. The corners of JJ's lips lifted. "Really?" his brows rose. "Yeah," my voice was soft as I spoke. He let out a relieved sigh. JJ wrapped his arms around me.

I already knew that the group was going to have a field day. Hell, I bet they already are. They've got a good view of the dock. "I love you too," JJ said. His grip on me tightened when I rested my head on his chest.

Get it off your chest Get it off my desk That lavender haze I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

Taglist: @kasidy709 @soflties @elliecool123

[wheelercurse]

I couldn’t stop thinking about them when I was listening to this song, so I made this.

Especially these lyrics: 'Cause I don't remember who I was before you painted all my nights a color I've searched for since.

[don’t repost if you want to share on twt, I have already uploaded it: sthivgma]

[fruityfourlovechild]

holmesbury is so the great war i will die on this hill

[dosa-sambhar]

Brb listening to midnight rain for the 20th time:

[ourstolenlullabiess]

I’ve had sleepless nights, washed my sins on the neon lights and I’m still not over you

[tsyloricons]

[ryan-waddell11]

“It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”

Anti-Hero was written for Eddie Munson.

[heytherenashra]

Not to be sound dramatic or something but I think "Midnight Rain" has a chokehold on me.

[ashru-premika]

"And I wake with your memory over me that's a real fucking legacy to leave" will always be superior ✋🏽

[tragicromanceftus]

remember when we all thought "all the young dudes" was written by taylor swift?