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starlightbooklove · 2 months
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Sally Jackson really said "drop everything now meet me in the pouring rain" and Poseidon answered
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folklore-girl · 4 months
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this pain wouldn’t be
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for evermore.
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sbrinapacks · 9 months
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you can do more sabrina carpenter icons + taylor swift headers?? love ur blog
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daisicons · 1 year
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herlondonboy · 9 months
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I Can See You
pairings: Taylor Swift x gn!reader
summary: a hallway romance with Taylor Swift on the set of Valentine’s Day idk what else to say
warnings: it’s mostly just you and Taylor making out tbh, doesn’t really follow the song greatly idk. Probably spelling mistakes
word count: 2.2k
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You can see her.
You can always see her. She does it on purpose. Flaunts herself in ways that only you would be able to notice. Whether it be the way she flips her hair or how her hips sway whilst she’s walking.
You watch Taylor from across the hall, completely captivated by her every move. The way she carries herself with confidence and grace mesmerizes you. It's in these stolen moments of observation that you realize your heart has been claimed by her.
Your joy knows no bounds when you remember that you and Taylor are in a secret relationship, even if it means keeping it hidden from the world. The thrill of knowing that your connection is something special, something intimate, fills your heart with warmth.
As you pass by Taylor you carefully slip a folded note into her pocket, your hand trembling with excitement. The note simply reads, "meet me at midnight. you know where."
The thought of meeting Taylor in the secrecy of night sends a rush of anticipation through your veins. You both share the knowledge of that special place, the secret hallway where your romance blossoms. It's a place where you can be yourselves, away from prying eyes and judgment.
With each passing moment, your excitement builds, wondering if Taylor will find the note and accept your invitation. The thought of being in her arms, even if just for a stolen moment, makes your heart flutter with anticipation.
As the clock strikes midnight, you find yourself standing in the familiar secret hallway. The dim lighting casts an ethereal glow, setting the stage for a clandestine meeting. Every second feels like an eternity, until finally, you hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching.
And there she is, Taylor, standing before you, her eyes filled with the same longing and excitement that you feel. In that moment, the world around you fades away, and it's just the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of your secret love.
The weight of the formal attire lingers on your shoulders, but the sight of Taylor entering the hallway brings a spark of joy to your weary heart.
As she approaches, a tender smile graces Taylor’s lips. “You’ve been looking quite dapper today,” she says, her voice filled with admiration. “But let me fix that tie for you.”
You stand still, grateful for her presence and the touch of her gentle hands. Taylor steps closer, her fingers delicately adjusting the knot of your tie, her eyes locked with yours.
“There we go,” she says, her voice a soft whisper. “Now, you’re perfect.”
The intimate gesture fills your heart with warmth, and you can’t help but reach out, placing a hand on Taylor’s cheek. “Thank you,” you say, your voice filled with gratitude. “You always know how to make everything better.”
She smiles, her eyes filled with affection. “It’s my pleasure,” she replies, her voice carrying a hint of tenderness.
As you embrace, you savour the sweetness of this hidden connection, cherishing the stolen moments and the magic they bring. In this secret hallway, your love can thrive, untouched by the outside world.
“I missed you,” you whispered into her neck.
Taylor giggled at your words. “We saw each other an hour ago.”
“So?” You ask as you break away so you can rest your back against the opposite wall.
Taylor's gaze meets yours from across the hall, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, she strides purposefully toward you, her steps filled with determination. In an instant, she presses you against the wall, her lips crashing into yours with a passionate intensity.
Your heart pounds in your chest as the world around you fades away. The feeling of her touch, the taste of her kiss, ignites a fire within you. The hidden hallway seems to shrink, encompassing only the two of you in this stolen moment of desire.
But just as the heat of the moment reaches its peak, a sound in the distance catches your attention. A faint rustling, an indication that someone may be approaching. Reluctantly, Taylor breaks the kiss, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and caution.
“What if it’s your parents?” You ask in a whisper.
Taylor shushes you. “It’s late, they’ll be asleep.”
The air crackles with anticipation as you both catch your breath, your bodies still pressed against each other. The possibility of being caught heightens the intensity of the moment, the risk making it all the more exhilarating.
With a shared understanding, you exchange a knowing glance, silently acknowledging the need for caution. This secret love affair, although thrilling, carries the weight of secrecy. In this fleeting moment, you must retreat, allowing the world to return to its unaware state.
Reluctantly, you disentangle yourselves, stepping back from the wall. The hallway regains its anonymity, concealing the passion that sparked between you. But the electricity lingers, a reminder of the hidden love that continues to thrive within the shadows.
“Taylor,” You call out last minute, making her turn to you. “I love you.”
The blonde grins at you. “I love you too, baby.”
As you part ways, your eyes lock for a brief moment, filled with unspoken promises. The secret hallway will always be your refuge, a place where your love can flourish away from prying eyes. And until the next stolen moment, you carry the taste of her kiss and the memory of her touch, fueling your desire until you can meet again.
And as the night unfolds, you know that no matter how hidden your romance may be, the love you share with Taylor is a treasure worth protecting. In the silence of the secret hallway, your hearts beat as one, bound by the strength of a love that can withstand any obstacle.
You can't resist the overwhelming desire that consumes you after that stolen, passionate kiss with Taylor. The need for more, for deeper connection, drives you to take a daring step. Under the cover of darkness, you find yourself sneaking into Taylor's trailer.
Heart pounding, you carefully navigate through the quiet film set, making sure not to draw attention to your covert mission. The anticipation mounts with every step, your mind filled with visions of what lies ahead.
As you enter Taylor's trailer, the familiar scent of her lingers in the air, intensifying your longing. The space feels intimate, a reflection of the private moments you've shared. You search for her, your heart racing with both excitement and apprehension.
Finally, you find her, sitting near the vanity, engrossed in her own thoughts. You approach silently, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty and vulnerability she exudes in this private sanctuary. Her presence fills the room with an intoxicating energy.
Without a word, you reach out, gently tracing your fingers along her cheek, eliciting a shiver of anticipation. Taylor's eyes meet yours, and a knowing smile dances on her lips. The unspoken connection between you deepens, an invisible thread that binds your souls.
Time seems to stand still as you draw closer, your bodies gravitating toward one another. The air crackles with electric anticipation as your lips meet once more, this time with a hunger that surpasses any previous encounter. The world outside fades away as you immerse yourselves in this stolen moment of pure passion.
Your heart races as you feel the soft touch of Taylor's lips against yours, igniting a wildfire of desire within you. The sound of footsteps drawing near becomes a distant echo, drowned out by the intensity of the moment. In this private haven, where it's just the two of you, nothing else matters.
You cling to Taylor, your bodies pressed close, unwilling to let go. The urgency of your connection overrides any sense of caution. Time seems suspended as you savour the taste of her kiss, the warmth of her embrace, relishing this stolen moment.
Despite the approaching footsteps growing louder, you choose to stay, to revel in this private bubble you've created. The outside world becomes a mere backdrop to your shared passion, a distant murmur that fails to intrude upon your sanctuary.
With each passing second, your desire deepens, and the embrace intensifies. The urgency of the situation only heightens the sensations, as if the risk itself adds fuel to the flames of your love.
Finally, as the approaching sound reaches its peak, reality crashes back with a jolt. You reluctantly break away, breathless and longing for more, knowing that discretion is crucial to preserving the secret of your love.
But as you catch your breath and lock eyes with Taylor, there is an unspoken understanding. The connection you share is too powerful to be confined by the constraints of the outside world. In this private moment, your love feels unbreakable, invincible.
As you part, the sound of footsteps retreats, and the world outside your embrace falls back into focus. But the memory of that stolen kiss lingers, a reminder of the passion you share, a secret flame that burns brightly within you both.
In this private haven, you find solace, knowing that no matter the obstacles or the risk, your love for Taylor is worth every moment of clandestine bliss. And as you walk away, the anticipation of your next stolen encounter fuels your spirits, ready to face the world until you can be together again, in the secrecy of your love's embrace.
With a final, lingering glance, you retreat from Taylor's trailer, leaving behind the traces of your stolen intimacy. The taste of her kiss, the touch of her skin, remains etched in your memory, fueling your desire until the next illicit affair.
As you step back into the world, you carry the weight of this secret love affair, the knowledge of what lies between you and Taylor. The thrill of these stolen moments intertwines with the ache for something more. For now, the secret hallway and the hidden moments continue to be the stage for your passionate connection, an enigmatic romance that dances on the edge of discovery.
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You and Taylor had been cautious about your secret relationship, trying to keep your emotions under wraps on the set of your film. But it seemed that your cast mates had become more observant than you anticipated.
One day, as you and Taylor shared a subtle exchange of glances during a break, you noticed a mischievous smile pass between Emma, one of your co-stars, and Carter, another cast member. Their knowing looks spoke volumes, making you realize that they had been keeping a watchful eye on the two of you.
As the days went by, more instances occurred that hinted at your cast mates' suspicions. They would drop playful hints or make comments that seemed innocent to others but held deeper meaning for you and Taylor. The whispered gossip behind closed doors became more frequent, making it clear that your secret wasn't as hidden as you had hoped.
Faced with this newfound awareness, you and Taylor held a private meeting in the secret hallway, where your love had blossomed. The dim lighting and the familiarity of the space offered solace and comfort as you discussed the situation.
“We can't deny that they're onto us," Taylor admitted, a mix of concern and determination in her eyes. "Our secret isn't as secret as we thought."
You nodded, understanding the need for caution. "It's better to be safe than sorry," you replied softly. "We have to be more careful, even if it means not revealing our relationship to anyone. Quieter.”
Taylor sighed, her fingers intertwining with yours. "I wish we could shout our love from the rooftops, but I agree. For now, we have to protect what we have."
The decision weighed heavily on your hearts, but you knew it was necessary to safeguard your love and maintain a harmonious work environment. The secret hallway, once a place of passionate rendezvous, now became a haven where you strategized and found strength together.
From that day forward, you and Taylor became masters of subtlety. You kept your interactions on set professional, always aware of prying eyes and listening ears. Any longing glances or stolen touches were hidden beneath a façade of friendship, allowing your love to simmer beneath the surface.
It was a challenging task, suppressing your emotions and refraining from displaying your affection openly. But in the quiet moments when you were alone, you found solace in each other's arms, cherishing the stolen moments that only the secret hallway could offer.
As time passed, your cast mates' suspicions seemed to fade, their attention shifting to other matters. The initial intensity of their curiosity waned, leaving you and Taylor with a sense of relief. Yet, you remained vigilant, knowing that the eyes of others were still watchful, even if less openly.
In the end, your secret relationship became a testament to the strength of your connection. It proved that love could thrive even in the most hidden corners, and that the power of shared secrets could strengthen your bond.
And while you yearned for a time when you could openly share your love, you found solace in the whispered exchanges and stolen moments that continued to fuel your passion. The secret hallway, with all its memories and the love it held, became a symbol of resilience—a testament to the enduring power of your love.
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withlovefromolympus · 2 years
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it’s been two years and i’m still not over the original cardigan lyrics
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flyingfar · 9 months
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If one thing had been different, would everything be different?
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nayoungs-archive · 6 months
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⁺ ׂ  ⋆  t-t-touch me, and you'll never be alone ☆
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gimmethegoddamncoffee · 7 months
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"Would've, could've, should've" fits Jason Todd so well that everytime i listen to this shit, its like i heard the voice of a 15y old Jason screaming GIVE ME BACK MY CHILDHOOD IT WAS MINE FIRST!!! and i cry every fucking time
And of course ik Bruce loves him, but damn "god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be, this wound wont close, i keep up waiting for a sign, i regret you all the time" its like a punch in the face
Its like Jason's telling that he regret being Robin, and can you imagine what Bruce would feel if Jason ever tell him that? Shit, that would be a fucking nightmare for both of them AND FOR US
"I would've stayed on my knees, and I damn sure never would've danced with the devil, at nineteen, and the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven" TELL ME IS NOT LIKE HIM!!! I DARE YOU!!!
"And now that im grown, im scared of ghosts, memories feel like weapons, and now that i know, i wish you'd left me wondering" we need to talk about it? Because i will talk about he feeling like every fucking thing he does is wrong and will never make Bruce proud of him and how he truly thought he was replaceable
I wont even start about hoax and Damian, or Dick and mirrorball, or even Tim, conner's death and marjorie
Please, tell me im not the only one thinking about this
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These Taylor Swift songs are theirs
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Timed on my favourite parts of each song
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reidselle · 1 year
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idea creds: @madhumoiselle @boldlyvoid
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hanniefangz · 9 months
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skz x taylor swift songs - ★。・:*
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pairing: skz x GN!reader
tags: fluff & angst [both apply for most of them!!] - also jeongin a is a tad suggestive
summary: the skz members in situations that are based on taylor swift songs
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for all my stayswifties <3 pls be my friends
CHAN - enchanted
the first time you'd laid your eyes on chan, the two of you were teens, at a gathering of all your parents friends, and as he's the son of your mothers best friend, they wanted you to be just as close as they were at your age. the moment he spoke to you, butterflies erupted in your stomach and you knew exactly how you felt about him in that moment, and those feelings only grew as the night went on. before you'd spoken to him, you felt uncomfortable and awkward, the youngest person in a room full of adults you'd only met a handful of times; many of which you couldnt remember, and all of that fluttered away when your eyes had met his.
you'd spent the entire night by his side, laughing at his jokes, ranting about your parents, hiding away where no one else could find you. you felt like you were in a fairytale, you'd never felt this way about anyone you'd ever met; of course you hadn't, you were only young.
all too quickly, the night came to an end and you had to say goodbye to each other. the two of you didn't want to leave, and with tears in your eyes, you gave him a hug, and begged your parents to let you see each other again as soon as possible.
the entire car journey home all you could think about was chan, how you ran through the garden hand in hand, how you'd danced under the fairy lights, and you face flushed red and heart soared every time you thought about him. you prayed that that wouldn't be the last time you'd see him, that this was the start of something new. you secretly hoped that he felt the exact same way about you as you did about him. you hoped that you were the only one, that there wasn't someone else waiting on him while you thought about him the way you were. you prayed that he wouldn't forget about you, you could just tell he was going to be on your mind for a long time. the entire night would stay present in your memory for the rest of your life. you pleaded over and over in your mind that tonight wasn't a dream, that he was real, that he was out there thinking the same way of you. that you would cross paths again one day soon. and you'll spend forever wondering if he knows how much meeting him meant to you.
and no matter whether you do meet him again somewhere in the future, or never see him again, all you know is that you were enchanted to meet him.
MINHO - all too well
too much time had passed since you'd last seen minho, you remember your last conversation in mid july, the harsh words you'd said to each other ingrained into your mind like scars that would never fade. now in september, you sat in your bedroom and wondered to yourself if he'd ever moved on from you, for you certainly hadn't. the absence of his presence was all too noticeable, the slightly cold autumn air surrounded you, he would have once shielded you from it, his strong arms wrapping around your body as you cuddle in your bed, watching endless movies, just the two of you, forgetting the entire world.
you remember last autumn, the first and only which you'd spent together. you remember watching the change in the colour of the leaves as they fell from the trees, you remembered being in minho's car as he drove you around his small hometown, hand on your thigh as you sang along to the radio together. you remember how you'd danced around his parents kitchen the first night you met them, the feeling of his hands in yours melting away all your worries. you remember how his parents had shown you pictures of him from when he was young, how his ears grew redder from embarrassment as you told him how cute he was. you remember how you'd given him your favourite scarf one night as you were walking home together, his nose significantly redder than usual as the wind whipped around the two of you. he'd kept that scarf, making sure to wear it when he was around you, and you'd still never gotten it back. you wonder if he still has it, does he still think about you when he sees it? does he remember all the moments as clear as you do? does it still smell like you? does it still remind him of the first autumn you'd spent in each others company, hand in hand?
and then you think back to the argument, how heated it had gotten between the two of you. you'd never seen him so genuinely upset, and at this point in time you couldn't even remember why you'd fought. you remember how you'd cried and begged him to talk it out with you, and he'd just left you, in the middle of the night, and never returned. he called you once, and you prayed it was him wanting to work it out. but it was only him asking that you leave his stuff outside so he wouldn't have to see you when he picked it up. and that broke you all over again, hearing the harshness of his words as he spat down the phone at you.
you remember how you'd waited for him all night on your birthday, wishing for even just a message, but nothing ever came. he was gone. all that was left of him in you was his memory.
the thought of the scarf drifted through your mind again, but you decided he'd probably thrown it out the night of the argument.
but across town, as if he could hear your thoughts, minho holds the scarf up to his nose with tears in his eyes, the memories of last autumn flooding back to him, wishing he could change something.
you both remember it all too well
CHANGBIN - gorgeous
the two of you had met at a mutual friends birthday, and although you had shown up with your boyfriend at the time, he was currently no where to be seen, and that didn't surprise you at all. he was the least of your concerns right now; it wasn't unusual for you to find him talking to multiple other girls while you stood around alone, but tonight you decided you wouldn't let his choices ruin your night.
and that's when you saw changbin from the other side of the room, and you were mesmerised from the second his eyes locked with yours. dark hair which perfectly complimented his dark eyes, the lights were shining perfectly on him that you could see his jawline and all of his muscles perfectly defined, and your heart almost stops. he's the most beautiful man you've ever laid your eyes on, and you're so upset that he's not yours. he smiles at you, your legs tremble and you have to look away, otherwise you might just fall to the floor infront of him.
you spend the next twenty minutes avoiding him at all costs, you were determined not to embarrass yourself infront of the most stunning man you've ever seen, so you hid in the kitchen for a long while, sipping on your drink slowly, when he suddenly appears. you almost choke on your drink when you see him and he chuckles, asking your name. his voice is just as beautiful as him and the slight anger you felt before bubbles back up in you as he talks, how dare he be so attractive and be in your presence, he's making you feel so many things and you've not even spoken for 5 minutes. he starts up conversation with you, but you feel yourself stumbling over your words every time he looks at you, it's so hard to concentrate with those eyes staring into yours. whilst he's speaking to you, you wonder if he has a girlfriend, and the blood drains from your face. of course he does, just look at him. you awkwardly splutter out the question and he laughs, shaking his head in answer. that makes you feel even worse, he's so pretty it actually hurts you a little bit.
after a while, you've started to get into proper conversation with him, with the help of alcohol of course, there's no way you'd be so confident without it right now. you're joking together, and his hand brushed across yours whilst you're in the dark kitchen and the trembling feeling you were met with when you first saw each other came back in full force. you feel so unbelievably sad that he can't be yours. you wish you could just go home with him instead.
the party comes to an end and your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen, but you couldn't care less. you'd been told he'd been seen kissing another girl and instead of getting upset, you turn to changbin and invite him back with you instead, and of course he agrees, and you felt happy because you'd finally gotten what you'd wanted that entire night, the most gorgeous man in existence, and nothing else mattered but him in that moment.
HYUNJIN - lover
you'd never loved someone as hard as you loved hyunjin, and you vowed to never love anyone that way again, he was your only one, and you prayed that you'd stay in each others company forever.
hyunjin made you feel like no one else ever had, you felt like you'd known him your entire life, there wasn't a single second of awkwardness between either of you. you were sure if soulmates existed, he was most definitely yours. the most perfect pair, nothing could ever tear either of you apart. you wished you could stay close to him forever, you never wanted to be apart from him, for her made you feel whole.
you remember when you moved into your house together, and how you'd agreed to let your friends stay the night in the living room, and giggling afterwards when you realised that it was your place now. you could do whatever you wanted in the space the two of you called your home. you spent months decorating the house to match both of your tastes; not that it mattered because you agreed on everything, whether that was furniture, colour palettes, paintings, the flooring, you saw eye to eye on everything. you couldn't ever see yourself disagreeing with him on something, especially something so small. the both of you thought so much alike it must just be meant to be. and you truly believed that. everything you thought was in parallel to him, how you both decided on leaving the christmas lights up until january just because you could; it's your place to decide on now, no one else's.
you remember how you'd worried one night that he would leave you for someone else, that if someone wanted him he'd go after it and he immediately reassured you that you were the only one for him, as you cried on his chest he stroked your hair and promised that he wasn't going anywhere, he wanted to spend every summer with just you like you had the previous ones, and you felt the same about him. you wanted to go everywhere with him, as long as you were by his side you were safe.
you promised to him that you'd always leave him a seat next to you, so that we're always by his side. because he's your lover, and you are his.
JISUNG - begin again
your last relationship had been the worst one you'd ever been in. whatever your other exes had done to hurt you, the last one did it ten times worse. you'd never felt so utterly disrespected by anyone you'd dated, and it felt so freeing to finally be away from it all. you remember how he'd always looked down on you, making you feel like nothing. he'd picked you apart, making sure to take stabs at all of your insecurities. there was no part of you that you'd felt he hadn't completely ruined. your self confidence was shattered.
and then on that one fateful wednesday, you met jisung.
for the first time in months, you'd left your small apartment to go back into your favourite cafe, the one that your ex hated, and stopped you from going in. he claimed it was trashy and cheap, but you thought it was cosy and safe. you walk in, book in hand and order your favourite coffee, ready to sit in your usual corner, when you notice someone already sat on the table. a blonde haired boy, scribbling in a book of some sorts, glasses falling down his nose. he looks up at you and smiles, and for the first time in too long, you felt free enough to smile back at him. you decide to sit on a table nearby which faced him, and start to read your book. every once in a while you'd look up and catch him looking at you, and you'd both look away and smile shyly to yourselves.
this same routine would go on for weeks, until he finally worked up the courage to introduce himself. and from there, everything started to fall into place. you'd started to sit together, he'd offer to pay for your drinks, you recommended him books whilst he let you read his scribbles which you'd quickly learnt were lyrics for songs he was writing. whenever you made a joke, he'd erupt into the most beautiful laughter, and you found it somewhat strange since your ex didnt ever laugh at your jokes. he'd pull your chair out when he saw you walking up to your usual table and you felt so cared for. he listened eagerly to all your stories, which your ex used to dismiss. he'd get to the cafe early for you, never standing you up, making sure there was always a drink ready for when you got there. jisung would tell you how beautiful you looked in every single outfit you wore. you wanted to bring up your ex every single time jisung did even the smallest actions for you, how your ex had never done any of these things for you, how he hated when you wore the clothes you picked out, how he'd ignore you when you spoke, how he would make fun of the music you liked, but you caught your tongue every time, realising jisung was nothing like him. and you'd finally met someone who understood and liked you for who you were.
and only a few weeks later, you and jisung were finally together, and it felt so right with him. you'd started to realise what love truly meant, and how you'd both fallen for each other, letting the past remain in the past and just enjoying how he made you feel.
you'd watched it all begin again, and this time it really was love.
FELIX - love story
not being allowed to have something, only makes you want it more, and the same could be said about felix.
the first time you ever spoke to felix was on your first day in a new high school, you'd been sat next to him by the teacher, and the minute he turned to you with his bright smile, you felt alot more comfortable with this new atmosphere. he was asked to show you around, and he took his job very seriously, showing you every single detail across the entire school, explaining the history, asking about what classes you'd be in, telling you about all the clubs he was in, trying to convince you to join one with him. but while he spoke, all you could concentrate on was his freckles, scattered across his face like stars in the night sky. you thought how nice it would be to sit and count them all, tracing over his soft features.
you were snapped out of your daydream when felix led you into his favourite classroom to hide away in, an old music room which looked like it hadn't been used in years. he spoke about how he'd sit in here alone to eat lunch, and asked if you'd like to join him, and of course you said yes.
every single day you would find yourself in that classroom with felix, and each day the two of you grew closer and closer, attached at the hip, no one had ever seen the two of you apart for longer than a few minutes, wherever he was, you'd follow behind. he'd wait for you in the hallways after your classes, he'd walk you to your bus stop, he'd bring extra food to share with you just in case you'd forgotten to bring something, and it was obvious to everyone around you that it wasn't just friendship for the two of you anymore.
he finally confessed one day in your classroom, he'd brought you your favourite snacks and a small bunch of flowers, sitting you down at one of the tables and taking your hands into his, looking down at the floor as he spoke, and when he finally admitted it, the only thing you could do was press your lips against his in response, letting him know exactly how you felt too. you remember his wide grin as you told him how you'd felt, finally being able to lightly trace over his freckles like you'd wanted to do badly on that very first day.
however, not everyone was thrilled about you and felix. your father, an overly protective and aggressive man wasn't happy to see you arrive home with a bunch of flowers that day, your smile giving away absolutely everything. he demanded you tell him what was going on, and you broke down in fear, spilling all of your secrets, how you'd been spending all you time with felix, how you'd fallen in love with him, and your father flew into a furious rage, ordering you never to speak to felix again. you nodded in understanding
but of course you didn't listen, felix was your everything, he made going to school worth it, he was the first thing you thought of when you woke up, and the last thing you thought about before sleeping. his smile warmed your heart, his hugs made you feel safe and protected, his voice was soothing and you wouldn't let your father take that away from you.
so you had to become more sneaky with felix, you had to pretend you were just going for walks whenever felix would invite you out, you'd hide the presents he gave you as best you could, you wouldn't speak about felix when you were home, you'd message him discreetly, but you didn't want to hide him anymore. months had passed since you had started dating and you wanted nothing more than to be able to spend the night with him, to be able to go on proper dates without fear of your father getting angry with you. you wished you could just run away with felix, leave everything behind, and be alone together.
but you were too late. your father caught you together with him whilst felix was walking you home. you father yelled at felix, demanding him never to stay away and never speak to you again. you broke down sitting on the front doorstep watching as the look on your sweet boyfriends face dropped and he walked away, tears in his eyes.
however that night never broke the two of you apart, for something forbidden is always more appealing, the risk of it all so addicting that it brought you closer together. your fathers words couldnt ruin this love story, no matter how hard he tried.
SEUNGMIN - afterglow
you hated fighting with seungmin, but these days it seemed to happen more often than not, and you were worried it was pushing you both to your breaking points. but this one was on you, and you'd do anything to fix it.
you were sat on your bathroom floor, your eyes still ringing from when he'd left and slammed the door. your stomach felt tight, you head was pounding and your hands were shaking. you felt so utterly sick when you replayed the moment back in your head, thinking about the harsh words you'd thrown at him. the fight was over something so small, that you felt so pathetic that you'd reacted the way you had, that this is how you'd ended up.
you'd gotten in from a long day at work and you'd noticed that seungmin hadn't done the dishes, and the laundry hadn't been put away. after such a stressful day, it completely set you off, and you'd shouted at him the minute he came to find you to ask you how your day was. you snapped at him, and he snapped back, he'd had just as bad of a day, and he was going to do the chores later, he was tired and wanted to relax with you for a bit before he got on with them, and you'd yelled at him for that. at that point you'd ran off to the bathroom, and that's when he walked out, slamming the door, no word of when he'd be coming back.
back on the bathroom floor, your sat crying into your hands, wishing you'd have just stayed quiet about it, or even just spoken to him about it. fighting over something so small felt so stupid to you now that you'd thought it over, and your trembling hands reached for your phone to ask him when he'd be coming back. he didn't reply, and you called him instead, which went straight to voicemail, only making you cry harder.
in the state you were in, you hadn't realised you'd accidentally sent him a voice note of you crying. he was taking a walk around where your apartment was, and he listens to the message, his heart breaking slightly. he can hear you speaking to yourself, getting mad at yourself for causing issues between you, and he immediately runs home, to find you still in the bathroom, still sobbing.
he opens the door to your shocked face, and immediately pulls you into his arms, reassuring you that it would be okay, and that you hadn't made him leave forever. you apologise over and over for how you'd spoken to him as he stroked your hair, telling you it'd be okay, and that he was sorry for reacting the way he did too. he reassured you over and over that he wasn't going anywhere, that the two of you were just fine. you cried harder, telling him that you didn't want to lose him over these things, that you didn't want to fight anymore, and he agreed. you were both determined to fix this between you
and that's exactly what you did. you sat opposite him on your shared bed, and laid out all of your worries to one another, all of your frustrations that had been causing the fights the last few weeks. once you'd done that, you made up by making dinner together, and cuddling afterwards leaving the chores another night, deciding they weren't important anymore and you'd do them together in the morning.
that night when you'd gone to bed, you laid awake thinking, thankful that he'd come back, thankful that he'd met you in the afterglow of the fight, and that you could fix it then and there.
JEONGIN - wildest dreams
jeongin made you feel like the most beautiful person in the world, he spoke to you like no one else ever had, he made you feel something no one else could.
but all good things come with a catch, and his was that you had to be a secret.
at first, it felt fun, he was driving you around different cities with the windows down, your hair flying behind you in the wind, his hand in yours as you sand along to the radio, the city lights illuminating his eyes. it felt exciting, hiding it away from everyone, having to hide the small marks he'd left on you when you'd been together, sneaking away from parties when no one was looking just to hide and be alone for a while. there was a rush every time you thought someone was close to finding out, it was addictive. he was addictive
but then it started to hurt. you wanted alot more than just running off places with him, you wanted to be able to put a label on the two of you, be able to do the things that real couples do, going on dates, kissing in public, holding hands. he'd start to push you away if you got too close, he'd gotten more paranoid that someone would find you out. you found that he'd ignore you for days at a time, and you started to wonder why you weren't what he wanted anymore.
did you embarrass him? did you say something to hurt him? maybe he couldn't stand the thought of being seen with you. maybe he'd gotten tired of you. those thoughts rushed around your head every single time he'd push you away, every time he'd not speak to you.
and one day you'd finally had enough, and you told him exactly that. you told him you wanted a real commitment, or the two of you were through. and he didn't object.
so just like that, it was over. months of thrills with him completely thrown away. all of the drunk makeout sessions in his apartment, the driving you through different cities, the marks on your neck from him, all meant nothing to you. it hurt at first, but you'd seen it coming. nothing lasts forever, jeongin was not an exception to that rule.
you sit and think about him often, all the things you did together, how before he'd started to push you away, he'd promised to take you out properly, to see you again. and he'd destroyed that.
all you hoped for him now was that he'd never forget you, that he'd never forget what you could have been, and that the memories of you follow him around. and haunt even his wildest dreams.
this is so long so big round of applause to anyone who reads all of it & sorry that the last three aren't as good i was running out of ideas </3 hope u enjoyed - reblogs & feedback is greatly appreciated!!
thank you for so much love on my last post too aaaaah
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almightaylor · 21 days
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I miss firstprince so much that i made a tiktok edit acc 🔑💍 I can’t take it anymore i want to spend my missing hours towards something
I dedicate this edit acc solely to firstprince and taylor swift songs — the two things i love dearly in the whole entire world 🫶🏼
Here’s my first edit ever!!!
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dr-taylorswift · 2 years
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Taylor Swift beige aesthetic blogs
Aesthetic beige moodboard (beige filter edit by me don't repost) do reblog/ like
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thecoldcoffeecup · 1 year
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god rest my soul i miss who i used to be the tomb wont close stained glass windows in my mind i regret you all the time
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whatpistachio · 16 days
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I wrote this fic after I saw the ✨spectacular✨ art of @mayskalih 💜 (check out her Blue spirit x Painted lady fan art!!)
My imagination jumped and… there it is:
🧵 Labyrinth of Night Secrets 🌌
Summary: After several assaults and fighting side by side for years, that night something will change the secret deal between the Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit, marking them in body and soul. That night will awaken something they had always kept silent.
So, let the moon rise and the spirits begin to live in the forest, until dawn.
Couple: zutara/ Blue spirit x Painted lady
Language: English
Words: 3,009
One Shot
Tag: Post-Canon, Post-War, Ambassador Katara, tension!!
They are in their 20s
Taylor Swift song: Labyrinth
Thanks to the zutara renaissance! 🥹 💜
Hope u enjoy it! ✨
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54428260
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