#swiftmas 2023!

[gublernatural]

Invisible String ❆ Spencer Reid

☃︎ SUMMARY: spencer’s new gf shows him a photo her mother sent. he happens to recognize it.

☃︎ WARNINGS: very short lol, mentions of diana and her dementia, all around cuteness

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“And isn’t it just so pretty think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?”

“Spencer!” You were practically sprinting through the BAU, with your arm extended and a phone in your hand. “Spencer!” You yelled with more urgency as you came to a clumsy stop behind his chair. He spun around to face you with furrowed eyebrows and a perplexed expression.

“Are you okay?” He asked, resting his hands on your hips for a moment, just briefly. He made sure you were steady before he let go, but he didn’t want to draw any more attention to the public display of affection currently going on behind his desk. It was hard enough to keep the higher ups off of your backs for just dating, let alone showing off your relationship.

You nodded excitedly, forcing your phone into his hands. “What is this?” He asked, looking at a thread of text messages from your mother.

“Look at the picture!” You cheered, leaning over to point at the image your mother had sent you. Spencer scrolled up a little bit, opening the photo. It was one he’d seen before, he knew that much. He couldn’t forget it if he wanted to, eidetic memory and all.

It was a photograph of a high school girl’s soccer team from around the 1950s. He recognized exactly one of them, his mother. She was dressed in a classic soccer uniform, with hair much longer than he was used to seeing her with. Spencer had seen the photo in a yearbook she had when she had first begun showing signs of dementia.

“That’s my mom’s high school soccer team,” Spencer concluded, not understanding why you were showing him this, or why your mother sent it to you.

Contrary to his confusion, you were full of glee. He looked up at you and was basically blinded by the radiant, beaming smile on your face. He was even more entranced by you when you spoke, “Noooooo,” you extended your words for emphasis, “that’s MY mom’s high school soccer team!”

You and Spencer hadn’t been together long, merely a few months. Due to the nature of your jobs and the way you were constantly on the go, he hadn’t had the chance to meet much of your family, not even your parents. The topic of them had come up, but he didn’t know much. You spoke more about how you grew up, telling anecdotal stories when appropriate.

“Really?” Spencer asked, bringing the phone closer to his face and scanning it for a woman who resembled you in any way. He could feel you excitedly nod, again, as he did so. “She said she knew your last name but couldn’t remember where from! She was cleaning out her storage closet and found her yearbook!” You were laughing as you spoke, mind blown by the crazy coincide.

“There’s like a one in a million chance this could’ve happened!” You explained, leaning down to point at your mother in the photo. He followed your finger, smiling when he saw her. You did have a bit of resemblance to her. He was so in awe of the situation that he didn’t do the numbers to figure out the real chance.

“How did we not know this?” Spencer asked, handing your phone back to you. “My grandfather was a higher up in the military, so my mom moved around a lot. She said she stayed at this school from 8th to 11th grade and it was the longest she was at one school.” You explained, still shocked by the photo.

“It’s like destiny!” You cheered. However, when you saw Spencer’s face twist up, your excited demeanor fell. “There’s no such thing,” Spencer declares, ever the man of science.

“Look up the Red Thread of Fate, boy wonder,” Penelope butts in from behind you. She’s watched the entire exchange. You smiled at having her be your back up, and because you could finally teach Spencer about something.

“That’s just folklore,” Spencer dismisses, brushing off Penelope’s suggestion. “Just admit it, Spencer!” You demanded, “there’s always been an invisible string tying us together!” You pulled him to a tight hug that only lasted for a second.

“Okay,” he agreed after contemplating for a while, “only because it’s very sweet that you think so.” With that, he turned back to his computer, trying to hide his blushing face.

[lillytopie]

Definitely the best version of Christmas tree farm

[why-not-movies]

Twilight Secret Gift Exchange 2023!

this is my entry for the @twilight-secret-gift-exchange for @jasperhaleobsessed !! here’s a playlist of a you and jasper love story🩷 i don’t use spotify but here’s the youtube music link and the songs listed below in playlist order!!!! (as well as a little moodboard because i couldn’t help myself) im really into the whole new age americana modern cowboy type vibe so this was SO fun to make!! i tried to keep the country music to a minimum because it didn’t seem like ur vibe but i couldn’t help myself since it’s jasper😭 trust that i only listen to good country and have a very merry swiftmas!!

Track List:

style- taylor swift

lacy- olivia rodrigo

(can we be friends?)- conan gray

roses are falling- orville peck

the last one- maisie peters

how you get the girl- taylor swift

paris- taylor swift

i’m only me when i’m with you- taylor swift

be your husband (live at sin-é, new york 1993)- jeff buckley

butterflies- kacey musgraves

paper rings- taylor swift

she calls me back- noah kahan

hey stephen- taylor swift

love is a wild thing- kacey musgraves

the wedding song- reneé rapp

cowboy take me away- the chicks

our song- taylor swift

cowgirl for christmas- drake milligan

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[bbcnews03]

The Taylor Swift-Inspired Christmas House Returns, Bigger and Better Than Ever

The family who went viral in 2023 for their Taylor Swift themed Christmas house is back—and they’ve taken things to a whole new level.

Amy and Brian Scott spent weeks meticulously planning their Swiftmas display in Naperville, Illinois, crafting ideas like masterminds on a mission.

Back in October, during a date night at a local restaurant, the couple brainstormed ways to showcase three of Swift’s iconic eras—Reputation, Folklore, and The Tortured Poets Department.

The result? A cozy Folklore cottage, a giant Tortured Poets typewriter, a dramatic Look What You Made Me Do vitrine, and even a nod to Travis Kelce in a sharp tuxedo.

"We started by writing a mission statement together," Amy shared, gesturing to the 20-foot mesh banners featuring Swift’s smiling face with her signature heart-hand pose. Above her hands reads a simple yet heartfelt message: “Spread love and joy this holiday season.”

The display is divided into Swift’s sixth, eighth, and eleventh eras. In the Folklore section, a moss-covered cottage mirrors the one featured on Swift’s Eras Tour.

The wood used to build it was salvaged from a neighbor’s discarded bed frame, while a chandelier, donated by another neighbor, hangs inside to illuminate a stool and cardigan.

At the foot of the cottage, mushrooms and disco balls add a whimsical touch. Brian, who owns a printing business, designs many of the quotes and signs scattered around the display.

One sign in the Folklore area, shaped like the number seven (referencing a track from the album), reads, "Love you to the moon and to Saturn." Another sign brings the Invisible String lyric to life: "One single thread of gold ties me to you."

In the Tortured Poets section, a six-foot cardboard cutout of Swift stands in her iconic Vivienne Westwood white dress and Louboutin heels, with red glitter applied along the bottom.

A typewriter, reminiscent of the one from Swift’s Fortnight video, takes center stage. Each key is crafted from pickle jar lids, and the message in serif script reads, "May you have a holiday season filled with joy, peace, and love."

“When she released Tortured Poets, it felt like such a raw, authentic album where she showed the world she’s human, with real emotions, and that it’s OK to not be OK,” Amy says. “It’s such a powerful message for anyone going through a tough time.”

On the far left of the display is the Reputation era, featuring a glass case with a silhouette of Swift in her iconic red-and-black concert catsuit and a red rotary phone.

A cardboard cutout of a Jaguar E-Type sports an Illinois license plate that reads “GETAWAY,” a reference to the album’s Track 9. Nearby, a sign with shimmery red lips and the words "You're So Gorgeous" adds to the vibe.

Icicle and snowflake lights twinkle across the rooftop, where visitors will spot a cutout of Travis Kelce holding a glowing “Taylor’s Version” sign. He’s dressed in the three-piece outfit he wore at Wembley Stadium on June 23.

One of the Scotts’ daughters, Emily, dreams of Swift seeing photos or videos of the enchanting display. “I would hope she’d be in awe and love that we’re doing this,” Emily says.

[shesgoldenlikedaylight85]

Maybe an introduction is in order..

My name is Krystal Lynn (with no defined last name currently..thats another story). I am the lucky mom to 3 beautiful children,a son Riley(20), Chloe Mae(6) and Eliana Taylor Grey(2). Before my children, my life was nothing much to live for, nothing I wanted to live for anyways. I was SA'd from age 3 to 13, around 9 or 10 I became ill and would go through bouts of that with no answers for a very long time(until last year, Im now 38) When I was 22, my cousin/best friend Jesse was killed by an impaired driver. When I was 27, I was caught in the crossfire of a shooting(unharmed physically..had an angel that night). At 31 I met my now ex husband, married, testified in court against my father from the SA(the second court case), had 2 children over 6 years. Left in 2022, and currently going through divorce. Beginning of 2023 I was finally diagnosed with Chronic Lyme Disease. Sprinkle in some other traumas, bad relationships, complete brokenness, loss grief...life. Now, I unravel all of that. Now I breathe. Now I learn who I am, truly, as I heal from my past and work towards healing the illness that plagued me most of my life. I mentioned the impact @taylorswift has had on my life in my initial post..the brain dump..because she is like a book. She helped me escape into another world in my mind. She helped me want to stay in the real one by weaving hope within her lyrics. Sometimes when you carry a lot of pain, the only thing you want to do is pour kindness into the lives of others. I made it a life mission from a very young age to do that...naive little me thought it would/could change the world. Thought it would give me worth and the ability for others to see value in me. Then Taylor started Swiftmas..and again I felt valid again..we may not change THE world but we can change A world. Even for a moment. I just wanted to be a light in the world. Just like Taylor. I felt seen. I carried that with me in a pocket in my heart throughout the years..that I wasn't the only one who cared about people..she does too. No one will likely take the time to read any of these posts but my God it feels good to just get words out again. I used to write to survive. It got me through my life but when I lost my cousin..the trauma I endured before that just flooded out of me. I think my brain just flipped a switch and Ive had writers block more than I havent. In hindsight, it was and has likely been the Lyme flaring up from the stress as well. My thoughts will likely come across unorganized and I apologize for that in advance. I will be sharing and writing here like a journal of sorts because I need to get this out of my mind and heart. There's freedom in releasing repressed thoughts and pain. I am desperate to heal. Desperate to live a beautiful life, to give a beautiful life to my children.

Until next time,

Krystal Lynn

#taylorswift #trauma #childhood trauma #lyme disease #healing

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[ashleylovestaylor13]

Steaming Taylor’s music!!! @taylorswift @taylornation

We’re polishing up real nice for the new year! 🥂✨

How are you planning to meet 2023 at midnight? 🌙

[gublernatural]

I Can See You ❆ Spencer Reid

☃︎SUMMARY: spencer and another BAU member spend all day sneaking around and teasing each other, how do they get through Rossi's party at the end of the day?

☃︎WARNINGS: smut MDNI, piv, public teasing, secret relationship, reader is shorter than spencer, needy!Spencer, voyuerism, alcohol

☃︎swiftmas masterlist!

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But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

There was nothing you could’ve pictured being more boring than paperwork at the BAU. Filling out paperwork paper was boring and mundane and repetitive and you absolutely hated it. There was no good part about it, and paperwork days were your least favorite part of your job.

Until you were dragged into a meeting run by HR. They were droning on and on about healthy relationships in the workplace, and you were tired of hearing about it. You had caught on to the fact that Penelope and Derek’s interesting relationship had been the cause of this meeting and you were growing agitated with Derek’s humorous reaction to the presentation, especially when you were bored out of your mind.

So, naturally, you needed to entertain yourself. And what better way to do that than by engaging in your own healthy relationship? 

Spencer flinched when your hand landed on his thigh. Nothing too risque yet, simply resting right about his knee. He was surprised at the contact, but also how open you were about touching him. Your relationship was a secret, no one in the BAU could confirm it, even if they had their suspicions. 

You felt brave, being as you were sat in the back, hidden from the eyes of the HR team, and Derek and Penelope. As they were the reason for the meeting, they’d been forced to sit up front. You loved the secrecy, almost too much.

Spencer was calm, at first. He also recognized he was safe in the back, so your contact did not really matter. At first. When your hand started making its way up his thigh, he began to stress out. Your light touches tickled him under his pants, and the effects were going right to his cock. He could feel himself beginning to get hard.

“Y/N,” he whispered as a warning, willing you to stop. It was cute, the way he lost all ability to form coherent sentences as soon as you began making moves on him. You let out a giggle, not turning to meet his eye. Your movements only stopped for a second before you changed to lightly drawing figure-8s along the expanse of his thigh.

What would you do if they never found us out?

A groan got caught at the base of Spencer’s throat at this change, and he dropped his head to your shoulder to keep it from coming out. This had you smiling again, opting to keep a solid grip on his thigh. Spencer let out a breath of relief when you stopped. He readjusted himself in his seat when he sat back, trying to hide his growing boner.

“Thank you for listening, remember, keep all work communication appropriate and friendly.” One of the speakers dismissed everyone, keeping a watchful eye on Morgan and Garcia as they prepared to leave.

“Come with me,” You whispered to Spencer, pulling him by his hand. He didn’t have room to disagree as you pulled him into a secluded hallway. Spencer was speechless as you pressed him against the wall. Your hands moved from his chest to his waist, pulling yourself up to pepper his neck with kisses.

“Y/N,” he whined, “we’re working.” You pulled away, looking up at him with wide eyes, “Technically, we’re off the clock.” You smirked at him as he rolled his eyes. He looked so pretty like this. His hair was shorter than you’d ever seen it, but tousled from him running his hands through it during the meeting. His cheeks were a gorgeous shade of pink, one that you were sure matched the tip of his dick, and you were willing to find out. His pupils were blown with lust as his eyes bored into yours.

He couldn’t disagree with your technicality. The meeting ran a bit long and your time technically ended about five minutes ago, but staying late at the BAU was something you were used to.  “So,” Spencer dragged out, “let’s go home and do this.” You shook your head at his proposal, “Can’t, gotta go to dinner at Rossi’s tonight,” you reminded him, launching to kiss on his neck again.

“We can make time,” he promised, wiggling out of your grip. Dinners with the team were fun, but all you wanted right now was Spencer. You sighed, following him out to the bullpen, gathering your things, and heading to Spencer’s to get ready.

Unfortunately, you weren’t able to make time. Penelope was calling as soon as you walked through the door, wanting to be on the phone while you got ready. It took a lot of convincing to let her just call as she wanted to video chat. She would recognize Spencer’s home with a small glance, so you spent the call telling her it wasn’t working. You weren’t sure if you convinced her, but she dropped the topic.

What would you do if we never made a sound?

You drove to the party early, reducing suspicions by allowing Penelope and Morgan to pick Spencer up. As much as you wanted to tease him on the drive, this was better for your secret relationship.

The party was fun, if a little loud. Everyone ate together, exchanging stories and cracking jokes. You sat between JJ and Spencer during dinner, and you managed to keep your hands to yourself. Rossi’s cooking was always amazing, and Penelope’s desserts were even better. Alcohol flowed as you all began planning for the upcoming FBI Christmas party.

“I’m going to get a glass of water,” you rose from your seat, making your way to the kitchen. You reached up to grab a glass, not even reaching on tippy toes. Damn Rossi’s huge house, you thought. You jumped when a familiar hand rested on your hip. You recognized Spencer’s hand as it reached up, grabbing the glass for you.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him as he handed it to you. He smiled in return, reaching to grab one for himself. You each filled up your glass, but neither of you moved from the kitchen. You were drawn together and too encompassed by each other’s presence to worry about the rest of the team outside. You shared flirty glances over your glasses as you sipped on them.

Spencer was the first to speak. He let out a frustrated groan, before asking, “Why do you do this to me?” You laughed at his question, “Do what?” You hid behind your glass again, growing shy under his loving gaze. “Tease me!” He exclaimed, resting his glass on the counter behind him. He took two large paces towards you as you spoke, “I’m just standing here!”

This time, it was he who held you by your waist, pressing hard kisses to your neck. “Spence, this isn’t very professional,” You scolded, despite leaning your head back to give him more access. “I don’t care,” He demanded, before sucking a mark into the top of your shoulder.

“The team is right outside,” Your words were discouraging, but the way your free hand came up to the back of his head was the opposite. “Be quiet then,” He demanded, pressing himself closer to you. You moaned when you felt his hardened dick press against you. He pulled away briefly, to take your glass out of your hand and rest it on the counter behind you. He quickly resumed his previous position.

His hands were everywhere. They started on your hips, before moving to your ass and squeezing. One moved up, massaging your breast, while the other moved down to rub along your thigh. “Spencer,” you moaned, knowing you needed to end this before someone came looking for you guys. Your hands moved to his chest, lightly pushing him away.

“We can’t do this here,” You mumbled, reaching down to straighten out your dress. You refused to meet his eye, not wanting to let him know how turned-on you were. Your eyes darted around Rossi’s house, landing on the door to the bathroom at the end of the hall. You turned your head to look at Spencer, who was in the process of tucking his hard-on in the waistband of his jeans.

“What?” he asked, noticing the mischievous look in your eye. You didn’t answer, simply grabbing him by his hand and making your way to the bathroom. If Spencer was a different man, he would probably complain about the way you’ve been manhandling him today, pulling him around like some kind of ragdoll. But, he wasn’t, and the only thing he had to complain about was how his dick has been leaking precum all day.

Once the door to the bathroom was closed, you two quickly resumed your previous actions. It did not take long for your dress to be bunched up around your waist and Spencer’s dress pants to be pushed down to his hands. With all of the teasing today, as much as you wanted to take him in your mouth first, you needed him inside of you and you needed him to last for a while.

He was pumping steady thrusts into you from behind, keeping one hand resting at your chin, with his pointer and middle finger shoved in your mouth, keeping you quiet. His head was pressed against your shoulder. You could occasionally feel him bite down on your flesh as he was trying to keep quiet.

The height difference between you two made this angle feel heavenly, his cock hitting just the right place inside of you. It didn’t take too long for either of you to reach your high. You came first, biting down his fingers. The pleasurable pain of your bite and the way you squeezed him as you came had him coming right after, with a hard bite to your shoulder.

He kept himself inside of you, both of you trying to catch your breath. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, wiping them on his boxers. You took this time to analyze him in the mirror, still shocked that you got Dr. Spencer Reid to fuck you in your boss’ bathroom.

Spencer pulled out, using toilet paper to clean your juices off of him, before pulling his pants up and putting on his belt. He ran his hands through his hair, neatening it as best he could. He, then, moved to you, helping you slide your underwear up your legs and putting your dress back into place. You leaned back against him, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You okay?” He asked. You nodded, turning around to pull him into a gentle hug. “Can we go home or is that rude?” You asked, burying your head in his chest. He smiled, wondering if you wanted to leave for round two, or if you wanted to climb into bed and go to sleep for the night. Either way, he was all for it.

After double-checking that you two both looked presentable, he went back to the yard, made up a lie about you being drunk and going to make sure you made it home okay, and you were on your way to his home in no time.

Luckily for you guys, everyone else was too intoxicated to see the purple bruises beginning to form on your necks.

[lillytopie]

@taylorswift @taylornation

You helped me through so much you can't even imagine, thank you for everything you did this year, we will stay ❤️

[santaswiftie]

Secret Santaswiftie for @sky-is-torn ★ Sky!! Merry Swiftmas! My name is Brooke (@summeritsclear) and I am your Santa Swiftie!!! I made you 6 lock screens edits based on what you told me about your fav songs/lyrics and I hope you love them!!! (I am not the best editor so they aren’t perfect :))) I hope your holidays have been full of joy and 2023 brings you all the best. ❤️❤️❤️

[chickawah23]

I think Taylor wants to submit Red TV for a Grammy in 2023, so she is promoting the hell out of it. For some reason, I don't think 1989 TV will have the same energy because that album got ALL the awards.

Red deserved a Grammy—and she's not gonna let them forget it.

I do think she's gonna have a quick turnaround with something else though. Whether it's TS10 or another re-recording.

She will for sure do something for her birthday—cause, you know. She's Taylor. Wouldn't surprise me if she drops a Christmas album right after.

There are sobnaby possibilities...

If she wanted to submit red (tv) for the next grammy cycle she would not have put it out this early. This two week promo run will not stick in the people outside the fandom’s heads for a full year.

I wonder if she’s going to pull an evermore 2.0 and give us another project for her bday. I hope she celebrates evermore’s 1st birthday too though.

I would love a Christmas album. Or a Swiftmas Special on TV.!! 🥰

The possibilities truly are endless

[kauaikitty13]

Been entering the 107.5 The River Nashville Swiftmas. I can’t actually attend the Nashville concert since it’s right around my husband’s birthday but I’m hoping that if I win, I can give it to my bestie so she can see Taylor. I end up missing the first two name calls since I’m in Hawaii and that would be like 2am and 4am but I try to listen to the rest. It’s pretty unlikely but it cost me nothing to try and by trying, 100% more likely than not entering/not trying 😁 honestly this year has been pretty terrible so I no where to look but up! I hope my kitty (Simon) is happy in heaven and no longer in pain. All I can say is thank goodness for Midnights album. It really does make things better. Someday Taylor will make a song of losing a kitty (I hope it’s not soon) but I’m sure that day, it’ll fit perfectly to the pain I feel now. At least Im just about done Christmas shopping. Just need to figure out what to do for my anniversary. That day is also Simon’s birthday…

Here’s to a good 2023 🍺

[gublernatural]

How You Get the Girl ❆ Pope Heyward

☃︎SUMMARY: pope doesn't know how to end conversations correctly and it puts his relationship on the line.

☃︎WARNINGS: angst, kinda short, kiara is rude in this lmao, i was very uninspired so this is not that great

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Stand there like a ghost, shaking from the rain.

You knew who it was before you even opened the door. The pounds on your door were loud, but not aggressive. Pope had texted you, asking if it was okay if he came by to talk. You didn’t answer, but you knew he would come anyway.

You were mad, that much was obvious. Not the silly kind of mad you’d get when Pope stuck his spoon into your frozen yogurt or the loving kind of mad you’d get when JJ made him do something stupid and you worried about him. No, you were the kind of mad that had both of you questioning whether or not you were still dating.

It had been two days since you last spoke to him. Friday night, standing at the party, beer in your hand, and JJ begging you to walk away. You couldn’t remember when he had joined the conversation, but him pulling you away was the only thing that kept you from slapping Kiara right across her kooky fucking face.

You hadn’t heard the full story or the full conversation between Pope and Kiara, but you were mad the second you heard commenting on the dress you were in, telling Pope that you’d really decided to show off tonight. You knew she was hesitant to accept you, but you didn’t think she was actively plotting against your relationship with Pope. He’d already told you about their history, but it seemed like there were feelings still lingering.

While Kiara had been the one to stab the dagger into you, Pope was the one who twisted when he let out a sigh, mumbling a “yeah”, before trying to change the topic. He didn’t stick up for you, didn’t defend you from Kiara’s baseless accusations that you were trying to impress other people. Instead, he agreed and moved on. Anything to please her, you thought.

Since this was the little bit of the conversation you had heard before you blew up on them, you had spent the whole weekend overthinking and coming up with other hurtful things they could’ve been saying about you. You’d convinced yourself they were true, which led you to avoid the entire Pogue friend group all weekend.

So now, here Pope was, hoping he could patch up your wounds and go back to the happy relationship you’d been in. He stood in the cold rain, the chill from the coming outer banks winter was nipping at him, making his face pale and his nose gain a pink hue.

She’ll open up the door, and say are you insane?

“Are you insane?” You asked when you fully opened the door, ushering him inside. No matter how mad you were at him, you didn’t want him to get sick. You still loved him after all. He stepped in quickly, seeking both the warmth your house provided and to be closer to you.

“Y/N,” he was out of breath as if he had run here. “I’m sorry for whatever you think you heard, but I promise I wasn’t saying anything bad about you.” He was talking fast like he didn’t think he’d have time to get everything he wanted to say out. “I would never, ever say anything bad about you or believe anything anyone else says.”

“Pope, I heard you agree with her.” You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms over your chest, and took a step away from him. He knew you were being defensive. He could only imagine how much hearing that interaction must’ve hurt your feelings. All Pope wanted to do was go back and tell Kiara to stop, to walk away from the conversation entirely, to get up and go dance with you instead of listening to her. But he couldn’t. So, here he was, trying his hardest to get you to listen.

Say it’s been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want.

“No!” He exclaimed, growing frustrated with his inability to find the right words to say. “Y/N, please,” he was growing desperate, tired of the space between you two. “I just wanted her to shut up! I don’t know what’s going on with her! I wanted her to stop talking and I wanted to go dance with you, but I’m stupid and I didn’t.” Pope looked crazed, eyes wide and arms flailing to emphasize his points.

“You didn’t defend me!” You exasperated. Your voice cracked as you basically yelled at him. You wanted him to see how bad he hurt you. Kiara, you could deal with. She was just a girl who was friends with your boyfriend. But, Pope was your everything.

“I know,” Pope’s voice was gentler now, “I know. I should’ve. I should’ve told her that you can dress however you want. That you could’ve shown up in a trash bag, or even naked, and I still would’ve shown you off. I don’t care what people think or see or feel about you. I should’ve told her that but I didn’t and I’m so sorry.” At this point, Pope’s eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

“She’s gonna keep doing this,” You informed, cocking your hip to the side. If he was going to allow her to, there was no point in this conversation. His words were sweet and calmed your overthinking, but you needed change to happen.

“I won’t let her,” Pope sighs out, taking a step closer to you. He relaxed a bit when you didn’t step away from him. “I’ll tell her to stop and that I’m not going to talk to her if she doesn’t.” You could tell by his face how serious he was. His dark eyes were boring into yours.

He took another step towards you, “Please, don’t let this be the end of his. I’ve had a wonderful six months with you.” You held eye contact for a moment, before taking quick steps to wrap your arms around his waist. He didn’t waste any time pulling you close to him. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into the top of your head.

You nodded, letting the tears fall onto his shirt. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. When you pulled away, he kept his hands on your waist. Pope pulled in for a kiss. You couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth as you pulled away, “I love you.”

He smiled as you uttered the three words he’d been waiting for the first time. He’d already said them, but it was taking you just a bit longer. He wasn’t too worried about it, as he could see the way you loved him in the things you did.

“I love you, too.”

And that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl.

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Cruel Summer ❆ JJ Maybank

☃︎ SUMMARY: jj is love sick for a kook, much to his friends' dismay

☃︎ WARNINGS: fluff, cussing, that's it really

☃︎ NOTE: welcome to swiftmas 2023! we're happy to have you here!

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And I snuck through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate.

JJ knew John B would tease the shit out of him if he knew what was going on. He could hear the way Kiara would yell at him as he pulled himself up to the top of the fence. JJ!, she would say, for a fucking kook! He couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed or ashamed about his current situation. Not when you were on the other side.

He could see the subtle glow of your fairy lights from where his feet dropped into your family’s garden. He walked a few paces, stopping at the pink azaleas he had seen your mom caring for a few weeks back. He was almost caught that night. Had it not been for the fact that he dropped his hat and had to circle back for it, your mom definitely would’ve noticed the tall blonde creeping around her backyard.

In a way, he thinks it was fate. He wasn’t meant to be caught because he needed to make it to you. But, seeing your mom had him longing to be able to come in through the front door. He wanted to come in and say hello to your parents and pet the over-excitedly family dog. He wanted them to ask him how he was and listen to them talk about their days at work. He wanted to be a part of your family.

He shakes his head to remove any of these longing thoughts. He knew if he wanted it, he had to do something about it. That was the plan for tonight.

He bent down to pick two or three of the pink flowers, neatly tucking them in the back pocket of his jean shorts. He made his way to the trellis that led right up to your bedroom window. He used to hate the way kooks decorated the outside of their houses with stupid shit like this, but it has proven to be incredibly useful. 

The gentle knocks on your window pulled your attention away from the book that was open in your lap. Your tummy erupted into butterflies, knowing JJ was on the other side. Your cheeks were starting to hurt from the amount of smiling you were doing as you opened the window for him.

He crawled into the room quickly, much smoother than he did when your arrangement first started. At first, he would come over to hook up. You’d met at a party and instantly made a connection, or you thought you did. When he walked away from where you stood and talked, returning to the pogues. Even with the lack of light at the party, you could see the dirty looks JJ’s group of friends sent your way.

And I scream, “For whatever it’s worth, I love you. Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

“Hi, JJ!” You excitedly greet him, pulling him in for a hug. Your undefined relationship had grown past just friends with benefits but was still up in the air. “Hey, princess,” he smiled, pulling you flush against him. “How’s your day been?” You smiled at his question, retreating to sit crisscross at the edge of your bed.

JJ looked very out of place as he took the spot next to you. He looked dirty, worn, compared to the bright, beautiful colors of your room. Even compared to you and your glowing skin and bright smile. Maybe that’s why he felt so light when he was in your room.

You began telling him about your day, using your hands to animate the very mundane stories from your day at the private school you attend. Usually, rich people droning on and on about the minor inconveniences they faced throughout their day would be enough to set JJ off. However, the way you lit up as you told your stories and emphasized different parts with your hands and facial expressions made it intriguing.

JJ laughed at your jokes and looked sad when you told him about your struggles. What always made him feel the best, however, was when you finished your stories and turned to him. You always asked the same question, “And what went down in JJ’s world today?” It was silly and some would even call it cringey, but he loved it.

He tells you about his time mowing a few of your neighbor’s yards, and how one of the older ladies had given him a free lunch. He watched your facial expressions as he talked, knowing you couldn’t hide your emotions if you wanted to. He saw your “aww” at the mention of the old lady, knowing who he was talking about.

He also saw the way your face twisted up as he started telling you about the dirtbike races the pogues had gone on today and how John B. scrapped the shit out of his knees. JJ stopped talking once he noticed how unhappy you looked, turning away from you and tensing up.

“Why do you always have to do that?” He said with an attitude. You were learning how easily he could get upset, but you couldn’t really blame him due to how his family life is. Still, you rolled your eyes at his words, “Do what, JJ?” You mirrored his tone, the joyful air that had surrounded you when he first arrived quickly dissipated.

“Get upset when I mention my friends. Sorry they’re not kooky bitches who cry when they get a bad grade.” You rolled your eyes again at his words, shifting your body away from him. “You know I don’t care what or who your friends are.”

“Then what’s your issue then?” He turned back to face you, raising his voice as he spoke, “I listen to you talk about your rich friends and I can’t even tell you one fucking story?” You were getting quickly annoyed as he was making assumptions about your intentions. “JJ, that’s not-” He cut you off, “What is it then?” He was almost yelling now, not caring that your family was still in the house.

“I fucking love you, JJ! I love you and your fucking friends are gonna ruin it! It’s the worst fucking thing that could’ve happened to you, to us! But I fucking love you!” It was your turn to raise your voice. You were ranting, almost, just trying to get your feelings out there. You loved him, but the pogues would never let that happen. You’re not Sarah Cameron, queen of the kooks. You’re just you, and they won’t like that.

You think you’re about to lose your mind when JJ’s smile spreads across his face. He’s grinning like a Cheshire cat, and it’s pissing you off. You open your mouth to speak, but he stops you by pulling you in for a kiss. The most passionate one you two had shared up until this point.

Once he pulls away, he holds your hands in his lap as he speaks, “When have I ever given a shit about what they think?” In his own, messed up kind of way, this is JJ’s way of telling you he loved you too. This was confirmed when he stood up and retrieved the crushed flowers from his back pocket. He handed them to you and you both erupted into laughter at the state of them.