(jada williams x soccer player!reader headcannons)
ask: could you possibly do jada williams x lsu soccer player!reader and how that would work dynamic wise ? maybe like how all the wbb are close with the gymnastic girls but soccer instead ? hc style as well x
author's note: hiiii! i've been getting a lot of jada reqs so here you go!!! reqs are open!
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✶ the women’s soccer and basketball teams are close, and i mean like super duper close. although soccer doesn’t play during the basketball season, the girls enjoy practicing parallel together, trying to learn each other's sports despite them being incredibly different. but honestly, it was sort of empowering for both teams, being able to connect with one another, with both being in male-dominated sports, and just having that connection.
✶ obviously, wbb fans were obsessed with the dynamic, like always shipping and making jokes about the teams together
✶ i feel like jada would get into the “friend group” sort of a little late, just because she transferred that year, so she’s a little on the shy end when she first enters. she would definitely begin with going out with the teams to like bars and stuff, but relatively sticking to her crowd and only really talking to people she’s introduced to
✶ you guys would meet in the line to the bathroom, maybe you’re two behind her in line, and she recognizes you and invites you to cut in line with her, and she would like to introduce herself and ask about you and stuff. i feel like you would be immediately attracted to how polite she is in the moment. again, she’s lowkey nervous, so she’s on the quieter end here
✶ over time, you build a friendship that slowly morphs into more. you’re constantly having sleepovers at one another’s apartments and getting teased by your teammates who tell you to “keep it down” and stuff
✶ you guys are so pda, and as cute as you are, your teammates get absolutely sick of it, like they shove you into a room or the bathroom when you start making out because they know you guys are absolutely feral
✶ when it’s soccer season, jada is at all the games in the bleachers, obviously wearing your jersey with maybe some face paint of your number. you love like going up to her and standing on your tippy toes to kiss her while she leans over the wall
✶ when it’s basketball season, best believe you’re courtside with her jersey and a tiny skirt just the way she likes it, being the absolute courtside baddie you are. of course, she gets distracted by you on the sidelines. i feel like both teams would go to support one another's games too, honestly
ask: for a jada williams fic i was thinking headcanons of their relationship maybe childhood besties to lovers trope ??
author's note: hiiii! i got this ask for jada williams and am absolutely obsessed with her rn so here you go. lmk if there's any other oneshot/hc ideas you want!! reqs are open!
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✶ your relationship had always kind of been platonic, never crossing any boundaries except for the handful of drunk kisses, something neither of you talks about.
✶ your friendship became less and less the more you were away from each other. from being inseperable to the most you text is 'happy birthday' to each other. it was hard honestly, thinking back to how close you were and how far you've come from that.
✶ but this all changed when jada entered the transfer portal, deciding lsu wasn't the right fit for her- the vibes just didn't match- and she switched to iowa state. cooinccidentally your university.
✶ but, you didn't know that she was there at first. honestly, you had no idea until one of your friends dragged you to a women's basketball game and you recognized her on the court. and damn, she looked good. still being on friendly terms, you decided to go up to her after the game, finding that she also recognized you.
✶ being new and not as acquainted with life at iowa state, she was honestly so relieved to see you, but the tension and awkwardness were still present. being polite and also seeking that comfort, she invited you to hang out the following weekend, claiming that she wanted to catch up.
✶ that first hangout went way better than either of you expected. like way way way better. you actually got so enthralled in conversation that you ended up having a sleepover like old times
✶ when you first reconnect, she’s trying to act normal, but she stares a little too long, laughs a little too hard at your jokes, and always sits just a little too close
✶ slowly, your friendship progressed again. you hang out at least once a week, go to all of her games, and text frequently. it's nice, becoming close again, practically the same level as high school. you two are inseparable again. but this time, it feels different.
✶ she’s lowkey territorial without realizing it. she often drapes her arm across the back of your chair or pulls you by your wrist instead of asking you to follow and introduces like this: “this is my girl- I mean… my friend.” but of course, you're just friends still.
✶ you’re the only person who sees her softer side again. after games, she automatically looks for you in the crowd, and win or lose, you’re the first hug she wants. she absolutely melts when you play with her hair like you used to. she just missed you, honestly, just the comfort of being around you and the way you take care of her
✶ one night, drunk, things happen. being pushed into a dark closet together, you're close. too close. but honestly, is it even that bad?
✶ the second the door shuts, and it’s dark, both of you go dead silent, but you can literally feel her breathing on your lips. she’s the one who breaks first with a quiet “you good?” that comes out way too soft, your “yeah” barely leaves your mouth before she’s kissing you. it’s not gentle at first; it’s years of missed chances, tension, and “what ifs”, hands grabbing, pulling, not knowing where to settle. but it feels familiar in a weird way, like you’ve been here before… just never let it go this far. when you pull back, neither of you even pretends it was a mistake, just heavy breathing and a quiet: “we probably should’ve done that a long time ago…”
✶ slowly your relationship grows as you become closer in ways your high school selves thought were impossible. little things suddenly mean more, like her hand brushing yours or sitting thigh-to-thigh becoming intentional instead of accidental, and eye contact lasts just a second too long. jada starts texting you more than ever now, sending you good morning texts or “you make it home safe?” or random “thinking about you” texts at like 2am.
✶ when you’re alone, she’s touchy. her hands grip your waist when she walks past, or she lightly slaps your ass, and she loves pulling you into her lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. she LOVES when you wear her clothes again like actually obsessed. like you ask to borrow something and she just stares and is like "you can actually just keep that"
✶ she is so soft. like she's constantly kissing your forehead or calling you "pretty girl" under her breath. you have a post-game ritual together. immediately after the game, she finds you and buries her face into her neck as she hugs you, whispering, "i missed you," even though you'd only been apart for an hour.
sypnosis: taylor tweets something rude about diana on twitter and wnba fans go crazy, pitting the two against each other... but is that really what either of them want?
wc: 2.8k
warnings: closeted!gay!caitlinclark, closeted!taylor swift, stereotypes being thrown around, fade-to-black, explicit language, unrealistic story line, travis and taylor are a pr stunt
author's note: hiiii! i originally posted the first chapter of this fic on my old tumblr account and decided that i missed tayrausi so much that i wanted to bring it back. anyways, here it is, all reworked and amazing now. i hope you loveeeeee! ALSO! please please please, read the warnings. if you don’t like any of them, don’t read this because they will mostly be used heavily. i am not speaking in definitives here. obviously taylor and diana are not a thing. we don’t know if taylor is gay. this is fanfiction. it’s not real! again, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. i also wanted to add that this will have fade to black at the so far, i just don't feel like writing smut tbh and just like yeah. i absolutely hate writing smut as much as i enjoy it, so as far as i know, it will be fade to black. sorry to dissapoint! i find it kind of fun and bit angsty still! thank you! reqs are open!
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“And about that tweet Taylor Swift posted earlier this week? Dissing the NY Liberty? How do you feel about that?” The reporter holds the microphone up to Diana, smiling expectantly.
The basketball player’s eyes go wide like a deer in headlights, about to leave, she mumbles into the microphone, laughing as she’s trailed by security guards. “I’d like to ask her on a date, to be honest,”
The reporters break into laughter, the sound following Diana as she makes her way through the crowded arena to her car. Security guards usher her in, slamming the door behind her as she turns the ignition on, setting off for her apartment.
She wasn’t lying to that reporter; the singer was fucking hot. Blonde? Definitely her type. Tall? Diana loved a woman who could match her in height. And those lips? Jesus, she’d love to see them screaming her name. But didn’t she have that boyfriend? What was his name? Tyson? Tristan? And weren’t they getting married? Whatever, the point is, the woman’s off limits.
~~~~~~~~~
“I mean, it’s not good PR, Taylor,” Tree shrugs, looking down at her phone in her hand, hundreds of documents open.
Taylor’s strewn across the couch of her dressing room, hand thrown exasperatedly over her face as she sighs. “But she’s gay,” The blonde whines, her voice pitching high at the end. “And so am I,”
“Yes, but the world doesn’t know that,” The redhead takes a seat on the couch across from Taylor. “And what about Travis?”
“I mean, it isn’t a real relationship,”
“Taylor,” Tree tries to make genuine eye contact with Taylor, but comes up empty-handed, the blonde choosing to keep her eyes covered. Post-concert Taylor is tired. “You know you can’t be seen out with her if you really want to pursue this,” Tree motions to Taylor, meaning Taylor and Travis’s “...relationship”. The engagement between Taylor and Travis is a whole PR to hide the truth, Taylor’s truth.
“Why?”
“Because she-” Tree stutters over her words, trying to find the nicest way possible to say what she’s attemptingt ot say. “She looks different,”
Taylor peaks out from under her arm. “Like gay different, you mean.”
Sighing, Tree opens her computer, nodding her head exhaustedly. “Yes, ‘gay different’ if you want to call it that,”
“Meaning the public will speculate?”
Tree nods. “They most certainly will.”
“I’m going to do it,” Taylor says defiantly in a voice that Tree is no stranger to.
“I know you are.” A slight grin appears on Tree’s face, just barely visible, and she tries to hide it with her laptop screen. “But I'd better get a raise for this.”
~~~~~~~
I’m flattered, more than flattered, if that’s even possible. To think I had just been rude to a woman as a joke, on the internet, and said woman flirted back?? Oh, I’m gay. Pacing my apartment, red wine in hand, phone in the other, I bounce ideas back and forth with Gracie, figuring out how to message Diana-freaking-Taurasi.
“The woman already shot her shot. What more do you need?” Gracie asks, laughing as she takes a sip, watching me.
I wave it away. I’m gay, not a man; it has to be good. “But it’s not that simple. Now I have to make the first move.”
Gracie raises an eyebrow. “Seems like she already did,”
“You’re right,” I pull at my hair, making a strained face. I have no idea what to say. “Ugh, I’m scared though,” With Instagram pulled up on my phone, I rush over to the couch, plopping myself down next to Gracie as I excitedly hand over the phone. “You just do it for me,” Drunk-Taylor’s mood swings are insane.
“Something nice?” Gracie giggles, watching my nervous energy bounce around the room. She holds her hand out next to her, limp.
Rolling my eyes, I take the phone back, smiling as I attempt to come up with my own ideas. “Remind me why I invited you over?”
~~~~
My phone pings on my nightstand. Looking up from the book I’m reading, I reach around blindly, finally feeling the familiar metal in my palm. Unlocking it, I find a notification on Instagram from… Taylor Swift? No, it can’t be. Putting on my glasses, I click on the banner, opening the DM.
taylorswift: You mentioned a date?
A smile slowly crept across my face as I read and then reread the message. I type my own back.
dianataurasi: I did. How’d you know?
The reply comes back almost instantly. Thank God.
taylorswift: Well, you’re asking me out on a date, so I’d hope that I know about it?
dianataurasi: What about your boyfriend?
taylorswift: My team will message yours.
taylorswift: Anyways… about that date?
dianataurasi: What date?
taylorswift: ugh
dianataurasi: You gonna be in town next week?
taylorswift: Yes
I smirk as I type out my response, hitting the send button as I wait for an answer.
dianataurasi: Great. I have a game
taylorswift: Oh hell no
dianataurasi: Oh hell yes
dianataurasi: And you’ll be there
~~~~~~~
“Oh my fuck!” Giggling, I wrap the blanket closer around me. Looking to the side at Gracie, she’s smiling equally as hard at the message.
“She is so flirty,” Nudging me, Gracie waggles her eyebrows, but then quickly returns to looking at the phone in my hand. “Okay, okay, how are you going to respond?” She asks with the excitement of a child.
taylorswift: What time?
“Oh my god, stop!” Elbowing her, Gracie takes the phone from my hand. “That was definitely not flirty enough. I’m taking control.”
dianataurasi: 7
dianataurasi: And I’m taking you out to dinner afterward, so dress nice
A smirk appears on Gracie’s face as she reads the message. “Never mind, maybe that was fine,” Giggling, the brunette hands the phone back to me, tossing her head back in laughter.
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taytayupdates13 Taylor sitting courtside at the New York Liberty game tonight!
“And Taylor, how did this ‘beef’ with the New York Liberty end so quickly? The fans are dying to know,” The man looks at me, microphone in hand, as he outstretches it, so it’s positioned in front of my face. His brown eyes bore into mine, expecting an answer.
The stadium around us is buzzing in excitement from my face plastered across the Jumbotron, along with the reporter, smiling at me.
Laughing, I lean into the mic so my voice is clearer. “Long story short, I got invited by a pretty amazing player,” I lean away to let him speak, but quickly grab the mic again, adding, “As friends, of course.”
The reporter seems not to notice the tag-along, moving on to the next question, but is abruptly stopped by a voice over the speakers, and he’s ushered away.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” The lights dim as the arena breaks out in applause. “Give it up for your New York Liberty!” He drags the ‘y’ out, his voice booming throughout the arena for the added dramatics.
The jumbotron plays through a series of graphics, each woman on the team looking even gayer than the last, until it reaches Diana. I can practically feel my belly flip as a sequence of highlights plays, and then her back. Literally just a video of her back, and I think if a woman could get a boner, that would be me right now. Like, my seat is practically soaking. I assume it’s a promo video because red and purple lights flash behind her, illuminating the expanse and giving me a clear view of pure muscle. Oh my god, is this how girls feel about men in their gray sweatpants??
Quickly, I clean up my composure, clapping when the video ends before looking around, making sure no one has seemed to notice me practically salivating at the jumbotron.
The voice comes back, booming, over the loudspeakers as he now announces players' names, and with them come the women jogging onto the court.
“Your guard! Number 16!” A woman comes out, and I recognize her almost immediately. Laughing, I watch as she makes a face, sticking out her tongue at some manager on the sidelines. She’s the one who made the tweet about the dildo. Oh my god, she’s hilarious, I love her. “Sydney Colson!”
“And finally!” Sitting on the edge of my seat, her silhouette comes out of the tunnel, almost exactly how it was pictured on the jumbotron. “Your point guard! Diana Taurasi!” The announcer says her name with a growl, eliciting a huge reaction from the crowd. Obviously, they seem to like her. Waving to the crowd, she jogs by, making slight eye contact with me before winking.
I think my brain malfunctions in this moment because I literally cannot do anything but stare. The woman is tall. Like, I am able to wear heels around her tall. This can definitely work for me.
The team does whatever the hell basketball teams do at the start of the game, doing their little line-up thing and beginning the first half.
It goes by decently quickly, with my sneaking looks at Diana, trying my best to remain unfazed and not so obvious. Clearly, this does not work because she catches me a couple of times, smiling at me from across the court when our eyes meet. But we’re trying to keep it casual, so we’re subtle. I think?
~~~~~~~~~
“Did I do good?” Looking down at me, Diana smirks, waiting for my answer while we walk to her car. The game is long over, but not wanting to raise any suspicion, I waited until most of the fans left to head into the back, meeting Diana near the doors so we could walk out together. She does, in fact, confirm my initial suspicions. The woman’s still towering over me while I walk in heels, tall ones nonetheless. “Did I meet your expectations?”
Snorting, I look at her as though she’s crazy. Of course, she met my expectations; she practically exceeded them. But I just nod, wanting to be overenthusiastic on our first date. If we could even call it that. “No, no, you were great,” I giggle, looking down at my feet.
“Good, I was worried.”
I quirk an eyebrow at her, smiling back. “I don’t think you need to be worrying about that.”
She just laughs, bumping into me slightly, and I think I quite literally feel a pulse of energy run through me. God help me.
~~~~~~~~~
“Party of two?” The hostess asks, looking down at the iPad in her hand, I assume to look for our reservation.
Nodding, Diana stands close to me with her hand on my lower back as she takes in the space. The restaurant is dimly lit, and there are a few people seated, but none too close to be able to hear our conversation. The woman begins leading us to a small table in the center, but Diana leans down, pressing her front to my back as she whispers in my ear. “Do you want to be somewhere quieter?” She points to a table in the back, secluded with plants surrounding the area.
So we met maybe 2 hours ago, and she already knows me like the back of her fucking hand? Public pressure gets hard sometimes; it’s stifling to always be watched, never truly knowing if there’s a camera up your ass with someone listening to your every word. But she knows. Of course she does.
I nod, smiling in appreciation as she puts in our request to the hostess, who happily obliges.
~~~~~~~~~
“So, you’re 35?”
“I am,” A coy smirk appears on my face as I look at her. We’re sitting down, and this woman is practically towering over me. “And you’re 41,”
“You did your research,” She bobs her head, raising her eyebrows as she smiles at me. “But, really, this isn’t going to be a problem?” She gestures between the two of us. “Our age?”
“It’s only 6 years, it’s not too bad.”
She laughs, bringing her water glass up to her mouth as she looks at me. Like all of me. Her eyes scan down my upper torso, lingering on my chest, before meeting my gaze once again. “Right,” She says, plainly.
I feel like a bubble waiting to burst, watching her act so nonchalant, while inside I just want to talk and talk and talk to her.
I wait a beat, but I can’t help myself. Laughing, I lean in, resting my elbows on the table. “You’re doing that thing where you’re pretending not to know exactly what you’re doing.” We’ve been talking for a while now, maybe 30 minutes since we put our orders in, so it’s pretty safe to say I’ve picked up on a couple of her habits.
“What thing?” She smirks, copying me and leaning in so our faces are maybe a foot apart. She definitely knows what she’s doing.
“That thing,” I point to her, my voice getting quieter.
“Like this?” Her eyes scan my face, dropping down to my lips and then coming back up to my eyes.
“Uh-huh,” I nod, feeling hallucinogenic and drunk on her. She’s practically on top of the table now, leaning in as far as she can. She’s so close, her warm, a musk, delicious scent wafts around me, tickling my senses. I can’t even form a thought right now.
“Can I kiss you?” Her voice comes out low and eager as she somehow comes even closer, her hand now resting against the side of my neck.
I just bob my head, and before I can even process what’s happening, I feel her lips on mine and her fingers entangled in my hair.
~~~~~~~~~
“That was fun. I mean, really fun.” I laugh, wine drunk as we walk down the streets of New York, her jacket over my shoulders.
“Yeah? I’m glad.” She smiles down at me, tossing her arm around my shoulders to bring me closer. “You liked making out over the dinner table in the middle of a restaurant?” She says this at a volume that passerbyes can’t hear, smirking as she says it. The woman is big on dramatics, as you can tell. The kiss was short, if you could even call it that. It was honestly a peck at most. Actually, who am I kidding? It definitely wasn’t a peck. But it wasn’t long, I will say that.
I push her slightly, knocking her away from me as I pretend to be mad.
“No one saw,” She reassures.
“You’re right,”
It gets quiet for a couple of minutes as we walk, not in any particular direction. Just somewhere. “You were good tonight,” I say easily, bumping Diana’s shoulder.
Diana smirks. “Just tonight?”
I smile, looking up at her. “I’m trying not to inflate your ego. It’s a public service.”
Raising her eyebrows, she nods. “Right, right,”
~~~~~~~~~
“Taylor, this is bad.” Pulling at her hair, Tree paces the room, staring daggers at me.
“At least no one saw the kiss,” I mumble, looking sheepishly to the side as I avoid eye contact with the redhead. I’m clad in my sweats, just finished practicing for the second leg of the Era’s tour.
As soon as the words come out of my mouth, I immediately regret them. She spins around, and it looks as though Tree might rip my head off. “The what?!”
I shrug, shrinking into my seat on the couch. “It was in the back; no one saw.”
Her voice softens at my sudden fear. “Taylor, I’m trying to help you.”
“I know,” I say, barely audible.
“You don’t want the world to know, and that’s completely your choice,” She says as she sits down next to me, pulling my hands into her own and stroking my palm with her thumb. “But you also need to make choices that help me help you,”
“I know,” I say, barely audible as I nod, still not able to meet her gaze, and then I continue, just as quietly. “People can’t know,” I shake my head ferociously. “I’m not ready– they’re not ready,”
“Whenever you feel the time is right, Taylor,” Putting an arm around my shoulder, she pulls me in for a hug. “I’m right here.”
~~~~~~~~~
“She smells so good,” I muse, lying on my bed and phone in my hand. I can still remember the scent, musky, but slightly sweet, it’s intoxicating.
“She’s tall, isn’t she?” Selena says over the speaker, clearly doing something because I can barely make out what she’s saying.
“Very.”
“Was she nice?”
I giggle, reflecting on our date yesterday. She was nice. “She held the door for me, she pulled out my chair for me, she asked most of the questions,” I sit for a minute, thinking. “She’s easy to talk to, easy to get along with,”
My best friend laughs on the other end, hearing the adoration in my voice. “She’s definitely hot,”
Immediately, this sparks a memory. “Oh my god! Did I tell you about the jumbotron?!” Selena responds in the negative, so I continue, rambling on about Diana. “Her back is. So. Hot. Selena, it looks like it’s been sculpted by literal gods. She’s muscular as fuck. Like I wanna be holding onto it while she-”
sypnosis: taylor brings a special guest to a chiefs game
wc: 513
warnings: closeted!gay!caitlinclark, closeted!taylor swift, stereotypes being thrown around, fade-to-black, explicit language, unrealistic story line, travis and taylor are a pr stunt
author's note: hi! im so sorry this chapter is so much shorter than the last, i promise the next one won't be as short. also heavy on the next part for this chapter. for this chapter, i also wanted to say that i don't support trump!! i know people think caitlin is maga and i just wanted to say that i do not support that, in this story no one is maga! in fact, let's just pretend trump isn't here! AS ALWAYS! please please please, read the warnings. if you don’t like any of them, don’t read this because they will mostly be used heavily. i am not speaking in definitives here. obviously taylor and diana are not a thing. we don’t know if caitlin clark is gay and we don’t know if taylor is gay. this is fanfiction. it’s not real! again, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. thank you! reqs are open!
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“She’s been wanting to meet you for a while, and this would be a good introduction into the WNBA and gay community,” Tree informs me as hair stylists and my makeup artist rush around me, dressing and primping me.
“Sounds fair to me,” I shrug, taking a bite of a granola bar, careful not to smudge my lipstick. “Anything we should do?”
“Just make it as natural as possible.”
~~~~~~~~~
It honestly feels like Tree scheduled this more for me than for PR. She’s kind, mannered, but most of all, she understands the world I live in. Constantly fighting against men and misogynistic pricks who just tear down women, especially for being in a male-dominated field. It’s almost a full-circle moment for me, being able to guide someone so young through something I’ve already experienced.
“I mean, the whole WNBA corner of the internet pitting Paige and me against each other has been a huge thing as well. It’s hurtful to both of our reputations to be honest.”
I roll my eyes, nodding as I take a sip out of my drink. “Oh my god, yes, the media constantly putting women against each other is so childish, I understand completely,”
We go quiet for a minute, focusing on the game until I break the silence. “Honest question, how much of the WNBA is gay?”
Caitlin snorts a laugh out next to me, leaning over in her seat. “Oh, all of it.”
“Shut up, I knew it! Gracie and I-”
“Abrams?!”
Giggling, I nod. “Abrams, yes. We were talking about how like half the WNBA is gay and anyone denying it is denying themselves,”
“Oh, absolutely, I mean, I’ve been denying on the internet, but girl me too,”
“I didn’t want to assume…” We’re whispering by now, obviously, not wanting to catch any unwanted eavesdroppers.
“No, it’s obvious, Conner and I aren’t real,”
I nod, knowingly. “That’s Travis, and my situation too.”
Her eyes go wide before she leans in, whisper-yelling at me. “You’re gay?!”
“Yes,” I say, smiling at her reaction. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“I mean, not really?”
“Well, Diana Taurasi thinks the opposite.” I look away, pretending to be absentmindedly watching the game, but I absolutely know the bomb I just dropped.
“You’re dating fucking Diana Taurasi?” Her mouth is agape as I turn towards her, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Maybe,” I shrug.
“You guys are fucking slick. How does no one know?”
“I have a good manager,”
“Apparently!” She nods dramatically, her eyebrows scrunching together.
“Wait, so are you guys gonna hard launch?”
“We had our first date the other week. We haven’t really thought about that yet.”
Diana: So... you looked GOOD today.
Diana:
Diana: Guess what I’m staring at
Me: Okay, Ms. Straightforward
Diana: What can I say? My girl is gorgeous
Me: “My girl”??!!!
Diana: If you want
Me: We are definitely not doing this over text
I haven’t giggled at text messages in who knows how long, but right now, I’m smiling, my cheeks red as I look down at my phone. Gosh, I need help.
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taytayupdates13 taylor appreciation post because dayum our girl is hawt
