𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚 | 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

Hotch touches your face much more than a boss should. Or, 5 times you have a nosebleed +1 time Hotch does.

8k words, a slightly bloody coworkers to lovers, fem!reader, nosebleeds, reader works in the BAU but isn't a profiler, jack is a sweetheart, hotch has game fr, fluff + hurt/comfort

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You like your desk job. You handle paperwork primarily, and act as a sort of assistant unofficially. Anything to be useful — you get paid either way. It's why you don't mind trying to be helpful in the office and take on some of the office administrator's overflow. 

Today, that's fixing the coffee machines. The office can function on one at a stretch but both being broken means an entire roster of grumpy agents and all of them are on your back. And when they have to see all the stuff they say? You figure fixing the coffee machines is the least you can do. 

You're ignoring the weight of their waiting, elbow deep in one of the machines. The instruction manual had mentioned a little spout that can get clogged with detriment. Hopefully, you can clean it out and get at least one machine working by midday. 

"Oh no," you murmur. 

The piece you're trying to unscrew is tightly wound, too tight for your fingers to work behind. You're probably going to need a small tool, like an allen key. 

"No luck?" Agent Prentiss asks, sounding defeated. 

You look up from the machine and smile quickly. "I need smaller hands," you joke, letting the machine sit back on the counter and pulling out your aching fingers. "I'll have one working by the end of the day, Agent Prentiss. Scout's honour." 

She shrugs and waves a hand at you. "It's alright. What's one day without caffeine?" 

You laugh at her good-natured sarcasm and go back to your machine. When you're certain you can't jimmy it you turn your attention to the second machine and run through the steps. You're too determined to lose. Your coworkers depend on you. 

You start by changing the filter and are unsurprised when that doesn't work. You check the button connectivity, the fuse, and then you turn again to that small piece that needs to be washed. 

"Yes," you cheer under your breath, pulling the piece from its home to assess the problem. 

It's a tiny pipe with a piece of mesh that acts as a sieve to trap dust. Maybe. Whatever it is, it's full of caramelised coffee grounds. You move to the sink basin and turn on the faucet to clean it, washing with anticipation as the burned coffee trickles down the drain. 

You're pleased enough to feel a mild adrenaline rush, and your excitement leads to butter fingers: you drop the prized piece of pipe and it rolls out of sight.

This is not a good time for business casual. 

literally giggling and kicking my feet 🫢❤️

I know we've all been having the "Stevie is Sherlock, Nate is Watson, David is Irene" conversation for a while but I'm so sad bc nobody has brought up the most obvious of comparisons: Pix is Mrs. Hudson

Game Night

Tonight was the night. One of the most intense and exhilarating nights for the dojo. It was Miyagi-Fang game night!

Ahhhh!!!! Omg this was amazing!! It was so cute and definitely one of my favorites!!! 💜💜

Manhunt (Peter Pevensie x reader)

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Request: Idea was brainstormed by me and the lovely @Pezzbosch on wattpad. I hope you enjoy lovely!

Prompt/summary:  Peter and the reader decide to play Manhunt

Word Count: 1,305

Authors note: Definitely didn’t take inspiration from some Dreamwastaken imagines I’d seen floating around on here… what? No. Prove it. Kinda short but I just was in the mood to write a fun short Narnia imagine :)

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“So the rules are that simple?”

“Yup,” the blonde grinned, “Run, hide, you can even fight me if you can get a weapon. Obviously don’t hurt me, I won’t hurt you, and if I catch you… I win.”

I don’t even know how we got onto this topic, but after a sleepy day at the castle a horse ride seems to have turned into a bet.

I looked over at the devilishly handsome king beside me, “And how do I win?”

Peter paused, thinking over how to make the rules fair, “We’re about… 2 miles from the castle. You’re wearing your riding trousers so if you can make it all the way back on foot without me catching you then I guess you win.”

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This was adorable!! I loved it so much!!!💜💜

A Sibling Ordeal

A/N: UHHHHH. Yeah. Fluffy request. Let me know what you think?

Pairing: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death and heartbreak, otherwise, fluff, literal sweets and sugar, and Morgan being a sassy pants

Summary: It’s finally time for you to reunite with your family, and you think it’s also the right time to introduce them to your boyfriend, Shangqi.

You chewed on your bottom lip and sat in your car, not moving, stuck at the airport only because you weren’t ready to move yet. Here you were, back in New York, working up the courage to drive to the lake house.

Originally, you had no intention of coming back here, but after everything that had happened in Madripoor, and Sam and Bucky leaning on you to see your family saying that you have to face them eventually, you decided to go. Plus, it happened to be a special weekend. It was the anniversary of when Tony and Pepper first kissed that night in Queens after the Stark Expo. It was the start of the three of you really becoming a family together and accepting what you all were to another. You figured that Pepper could surely use the company, and, honestly, you wanted her company at this moment too.

And then there was your kid sister who you met briefly and immediately ran away from, because looking at her was like staring at your dad with all the faces she made and how it looked like she could so very easily tell how full of shit people were. It was unnerving. You couldn’t look at her.

Shangqi glanced over to you, smiled sweetly, and squeezed your hand telling you that it was going to be okay. You slowly exhaled and nodded, finally starting the car for a quiet drive back to the house.

When you pulled up to the house you still couldn’t move. You sat in the car and stared at the house, then towards the lake where you had last sent your father off to. Shangqi felt the car rattle, and he looked at you cautiously.

“Are you…?”

“I’m just going to wear the gauntlets this weekend, I think,” you said as you slipped on the gauntlets and pulled a cardigan on top to hide them. You could hear a door open, and you knew that Pepper had spotted you and lost her patience in waiting for you to enter.

You swung your car door open and heard a thunk. Swearing, you slipped out and slammed the door shut to find Morgan sitting on her butt, one hand up and rubbing her forehead while her eyes narrowed and her face scrunched up as she looked up at you.

“Oh, fucking shit, I am so sorry,” You blurted out to the child. When you realized you were swearing at said child, it only got worse. “Oh, fuck I’m fucking this up already. Shit, I’m sorry, Kid.”

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This made my heart burst! I loved it so much!!

reader x billy andrews imagine where you get to live out your romantic fantasy of punching him in the face while the love of your life gilbert blythe cheers you on

scene #20348302 that reduces me to an emotional wreck

It’s November 2nd…. 

IVE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR TO POST THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

I’m crying. 

i scheduled this a year ago..

Scheduling for every year

better off running wild

summary: college au. reader is supposed to be tutoring tony, but things get carried away.

words: 3,360

warnings: make out session

tags: @stanathanxoox​ @pageofultron​  @jrenn10​ @andreasworlsboring101 @dressed-up-just-like-z1ggy​ @ms-allenbrown​ @ikbenplant​ @dylpickles1267​ @diaryofafan17​ @specialagentlokitty​

There’s just something you’ve always hated about jocks. 

Most of them were alright, admittedly. Those who mostly kept to their own giant friend circles and didn’t pay you much attention. There’s even a basketball player in one of your classes who gave you part of his lunch during lecture, which was pretty cool. 

But the sentiment of disliking jocks, while cliche, is never so prominent than on Wednesday afternoons. 

“Hurry up, Slowpoke. I got practice at four.” Tony’s broad chest is pressing against your shoulder, pushing himself into your space. All it earns him is an elbow to the gut, and the sound of him grunting is strangely satisfying.

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This is one of my favorite tropes ever, and this was a flawless execution! I loved this so much!!

Omg thank you so much!! ❤️❤️

In Your Blood: JJ Maybank

MASTERLIST

summary: JJ and Y/N go to visit John B in jail and while they're there, an officer makes a comment that hurts JJ. But, Y/N's there to comfort her boyfriend.

word count: 3.6k

a/n: THERE'S SPOILERS IN THIS FIC FROM SEASON 2. I'm not done yet but when I was watching episode 5 of season 2 I thought of this fic and couldn't help myself. Enjoy!

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This=AMAZING!! Loved it!

JJ>Rafe but Drew>Rudy

plz don’t cancel me...

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

*𝐠𝐢𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 @megfox

The cold, frigid air of the October night filled the room, causing everyone to shiver. You pulled the hood of Pope’s oversized hoodie onto your head, snuggling into your boyfriend's chest. Pope pulled your shivering body into his chest, doing his best to keep you warm as could be.

"John B," Sarah spoke up, getting the 17 year old's attention, "apparently your heating unit isn't working." the blonde finished, gaining nods from JJ and Kiara as well.

John B slowly got up from his position on the couch, making his way to a stash of firewood next to the fireplace. He threw some of the wood into the fireplace, and then some newspaper as well. After that, the brunette lit the firewood and paper with a match, slowly warming the air before sitting back down.

'Black Smoke Rising' by Greta Van Fleet was playing through Kiara’s bluetooth speaker that John B had borrowed for this late night hangout. JJ was softly humming along, his voice barely audible.

All of a sudden, Pope got up to play a song. Your boyfriend chose 'Love Like This' by Ben Rector, creating confused looks on the faces of John B, JJ, Kie and Sarah, but causing a small smile to creep onto your face.

Pope came over to you and took your hand in his. He pulled you off the couch, pulling you closer to the fire. A blush slowly crept onto your rosy cheeks as your boyfriend gently snaked his arms around your waist. You softly placed your arms around his neck as the two of you began to slow dance by the crackling fire.

"You are perfect, Y/N/N. Please, don't ever forget that." Pope told you sweetly. As he said that, you could faintly hear the ever so amazing JJ whisper something sarcastically, earning a chorus of laughs from the rest of the Pogues, but neither you nor your boyfriend paid any attention to it.

After that, there was pure silence that filled the air as Pope and you both swayed back and forth, not wanting to ruin the sweet and beautiful moment and just savor the October night.

"I love you from the bottom of my heart, Y/N Y/L/N." Pope quietly mumbled as he pressed his forehead against yours, your guys's lips a few inches apart from each other.

"I love you so fucking much, Pope Heyward." you smiled back at him, peering into his brightly lit eyes and leaning forward to kiss him passionately on the lips like you were afraid to ever let him go.

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲! 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝!! - 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐚 :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; @babybuckleys @baby-bearie @jjmaebank @anonymous0writer @jiaraforever @outrbanks @obxfics @heywards @jjmaybnks @jjtheangel @thatsme-johnbookerroutledge @johnbfanpage @johnb-routledge @johnbroutledge @johnbsupreme @obxjj @obxwritings @obx-writings @obx-saltlife @maybankslefttoenail @maybankiara @jjouterbanks @jjaybank @downbytheouterbanks @drewstarkey @supremestarkey @kiarasflowr @popeheyward @jjmaybank @kiaracarreras @popesscholarship @rafecameron @heywardsmaybank

This is so comforting❤️

𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

PART ONE- “I’m Rich And I’m Pretty, So It Doesn’t Really Matter”

You and JJ hate each other’s guts, you’re a witty, bitchy kook from Figure Eight with signature red cherry lips, and JJ’s an impulsive, bitchy pogue from The Cut with untreated anger issues. Why wouldn’t you hate each other? But, you’re forced to interact since Sarah and Kiara are your best friends, and Sarah happens to be dating John B, and Kiara happens to be best friends with him and his best friends. What could possibly go wrong? — not based on the song I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys, but it fit the vibeeee💚🌙

word count- 3k

tw- weed smoking, verbal fighting, sexually suggestive comments, swearing, Reader is a rich BITCH but she’s mostly joking.

a/n- im not a huge fan of kook reader tbh, but I had this idea and I just couldn’t resist. this series is set somewhere in season one and two, I don’t know. it’s a world where the race for the gold never happened and they’re just pogues doing pogue things.

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“Did Sarah have to bring along her prissy friend?” JJ said, just loud enough so you could hear, to his best friend in the driver’s seat.

John B gave him a side eye, “Careful.”

JJ scoffed. “Seriously? You’re gonna stick up for the kook in the backseat?” He asked, making it painfully obvious, using his thumb to point to you, sitting quietly next to Sarah and Kie.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed JJ, but we have three kooks in the backseat. Two of which are your closest friends, so if I were you, I’d shut your mouth.” John B seethed, grabbing the blond’s hand and shoving it back in his lap.

“Yeah, JJ. Play nice.” You said as innocently as possible, twirling your hair with your middle finger before holding it up in his direction when he turned around to glare at you.

You had been best friends with Sarah for as long as you could remember, Kiara too, before her and Sarah fell out and you took Sarah’s side. It was really nice to be back with your best friends again, but the three of you being back together unfortunately meant having to put up with Kie’s pogue friends. John B and Pope weren’t as bad as you thought they would be, in fact, they weren’t bad at all. They were really nice and welcoming, Pope always helped you with your homework and John B always lended a helping hand as you learned to surf.

A) this was amazing b) I can’t wait for the other parts!!

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐋𝐄𝐓

You sat down on the floor of Pope’s bedroom, throwing your backpack down beside you. Life was busy, between balancing school work and trying to keep a social life with your friends, going to parties and doing your best to have a normal high school experience.

It was a Thursday night. You were supposed to go out on a boat ride with the Pogues tonight, but your U.S. History teacher decided to move your test up from Monday to Friday, which only made you more stressed. You walked out of the classroom with tears threatening to fall, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing you absolutely hated his class and how much you didn’t understand the material he was teaching.

Pope had an idea, though. Instead of letting you study for this test alone, he convinced you to let him help you study. After all, he was the smartest kid you knew and knew pretty much everything about the history of the United States. He would be able to quiz you on the notes that you had taken and that you explaining the information to someone out loud might help your brain remember it better. It was scientifically proven, according to your boyfriend. After you were done studying, you guys could order some food from The Wreck and then maybe watch a movie if it was early enough.

“Is your test on the entire history of the U.S. up until now or what?” Pope asked you, sitting down next to you.

You sighed and unzipped your backpack, pulling out your notebook and laptop which contained even more information on Quizlet, “Everything up until the Declaration of Independence was signed.”

Pope nodded. “So, I’ll just quiz you on the notes you took,” he said, smiling at you before opening your notebook. When he flipped to the right page, your boyfriend winced at the messily scribbled notes before looking over at you.

You sighed, “He was talking too fast, so I had a hard time getting all of the information down in class. It’s okay. I made some flashcards on Quizlet.” you handed Pope your laptop, already open to your Quizlet profile. 

“Why am I not surprised?” Pope asked as he clicked on the set of flashcards, “You’ve probably been studying for at least a week already.” Pope began flipping through the flashcards to see what exactly you would be tested on.

“I still feel like I don’t understand three quarters of the information, though. I just want to make sure I do the best I can or else my mom is going to flip her shit.” you explained, letting out another sigh before running your hands through your hair.

Pope spent another minute or so flipping through the set of flashcards before he began questioning you, “Let’s start with this one. Where was the first successful English settlement founded?”

“The first permanent English settlement was founded in Jamestown, Virginia in 1607.” you watched as Pope clicked the keypad to see if you had the right answer, even though he already knew you were correct. He just liked the anticipation factor because he felt like it was more rewarding if you got the answer correct.

“That’s correct,” Pope smiled at you, “Now, how many men and boys arrived to help found the settlement and who was it named after?”

“104 men and boys arrived and they named Jamestown after the English king, James I.” 

Pope nodded, smiling at you. 

This went on for the next two hours. Pope continued to question you, and you continued to prove yourself wrong. You did know this information, but you were doing what you did best. Doubting yourself.

“Okay, next question,” Pope flipped the flashcard as he spoke, “What were the 13 original colonies?”

“New York, Pennsylvania,” you counted on your fingers to help you keep track of how many more you needed, “Don’t say anything. I know them, I’m just blanking.”

“Vermont?” Pope shook his head.

You sat in silence for a minute. You typing everything on the flashcard, “Maine? No, that’s not right! Ugh, I know I know this!” you raised your voice in frustration. 

Pope shut your laptop and sat down on his bed, “Let’s just take a break for now, yeah? You’ve been at this for almost three hours. You’re overworking yourself.”

You just simply nodded, lying down on the floor.

“I’ll order some stuff from The Wreck. I’ll make sure I’ll get an extra order of fried pickles for you,” your boyfriend looked over at you before placing his phone next to his ear. He was on the phone for about two minutes before hanging up, “Food should be here in half an hour.”

You nodded again, flashing him a weak smile. He sat down floor next to you, wrapping his arms around you, “How’s my girl?” Pope asked as he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m just anxious,” you explained, looking into your boyfriend’s eyes, “It’s just… he moved the test from Monday to tomorrow, so I thought I was going to have more time to prepare. I mean, yeah, I’ve been studying since Monday, but no matter how much I prepare for anything I just always seem to freeze and forget the answers when it comes to the test. And it sucks! I just don’t know how much longer I can take it.” you admitted, and Pope pulled you in for a long hug.

“I’m sorry, love. I know this might not be much help, but if you find that this study session helped when you take your test tomorrow, then we can do it all over again! Any subject, any time. And if you find that it didn’t help, I will help you think of different study strategies to try out and do whatever else you need, okay? Does that sound good?” Pope asked lovingly, kissing your forehead gently.

“It does. Thank you, you’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.” you smiled, reaching up to plant a small kiss on his lips.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, drawing the two of you away from the kiss. “That better be our food,” Pope spoke as he got up from the floor. You followed him outside of his room and down the stairs, where he was already at the kitchen table with two boxes of food and two drinks. One was a bottle of orange juice and the other was a bottle of apple juice. 

You took a seat across from Pope and laughed, “Apple juice is so much better than orange juice.”

Pope looked at you as if you were insane, “Are you crazy? Orange juice is clearly superior!”

You laughed again, gently slapping his arm, “You’re the one going insane. Only psychopaths think orange juice is better than apple juice.”

He went to retaliate, but just ended up laughing instead. You joined in on the laughing before the two of you began eating in a comfortable silence. Pope was enjoying his burger and fries while you were just munching on your delicious fried pickles. You made a mental note to tell Kiara just how good they were before suddenly whispering, “Massachusetts.”

“What?” Pope looked up at you, a look of confusion written on his face.

“Massachusetts,” you said again, this time a little bit louder than before, “New York, Pennsylvania, New Hampshire, Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Jersey, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia. The 13 colonies.”

Pope smiled, immediately following it with a laugh, “You’ve studied way too much for this.”

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨! @hufflepogue 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞! - 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐚 :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; @babybuckleys @baby-bearie @jjmaebank @anonymous0writer @jiaraforever @outrbanks @obxfics @heywards @jjmaybnks @jjtheangel @thatsme-johnbookerroutledge @johnb-routledge @johnbroutledge @johnbfanpage @johnbsupreme @obxjj @obxwritings @obx-writings @obx-saltlife @maybankslefttoenail @maybankiara @jjouterbanks @jjaybank @jjmaybank @downbytheouterbanks @drewstarkey @supremestarkey @kiarasflowr @popeheyward @kiaracarreras @popesscholarship @rafescamerons @rafecameron @heywardsmaybank @hufflepogue

I loved this!! It’s so cute!!

I’m so excited for more Pope content because I love him and he’s criminally underrated.

I’ve come to a conclusion.

Pope is the mom friend of the group.

So Sweet: JJ Maybank

Chapter Four: Look Up to the Sky

word count: 2.8k

mini series

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three

masterlist

a/n: omg I’m so sorry for being away for literal MONTHS. I just finished my first year of uni and it was so hard. Hopefully, with the new season of OBX starting soon, I’ll find some more inspiration. Until then, enjoy!

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One thought: AHHHHH!!! I loved this omg I’m so excited for this series, ahhh!!

Also I’m very proud that you finished your first year!! This was definitely worth the wait!

Cardigan.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: Based off of Cardigan. 

Word Count: 741 

Warnings: Underage drinking, and that’s it I believe. 

One of my favorite things I’ve ever written if I’m being completely honest. 

This is one of my favorite Taylor songs, and I think it fits perfectly with JJ, especially the line “when you are young they assume you know nothing”

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Just this, *chef kiss*

This is so adorable I love it!!!!