#i’m everywhere i’m so julien

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porsche snapshots from today 📸

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Hello 👋🏻, how are you? I hope real life is treating you well!

I love your JD’s exes AU! I’m always happy to see new content!

I was wondering if you are planning on updating that art where there is a line up of JD’s exes? Now that you have revealed Patty I think it be nice to see the complete picture and maybe have it in color as an extra treat! But that’s your choice of course as the artist.

I do have a question out of all JD’s exes which one is the worst and which is the best? Like not only how the whole relationship went as a whole, but also how it ended and how JD gets along with them after the break up? Like are they still friends? Do they get along well?

Also I don’t know what your end goal is for Otto but I feel like the best outcome for him is to end up in a serious relationship/marriage to Clay with JD and Floyd having to get along/play nice with Otto for the rest of their lives 😂🤣!!!

Final roster!!!! Choose your fighter!!!

Honestly JD is on good terms with pretty much everyone but Julien and Otto. Cory, Bass and Barley are major sweeties and get along well with everybody. Otto obviously is a mega slut so he wreaks havoc everywhere he goes. Hutch and Patty lead busy lives so they don't see JD very often. But they all get together for the Brozone reunion tour (and after party)!

We'll see what's in store for Otto 😉

[lottins-only]

I love you, it's ruining my life | Part V

pairing: Kylian x black!fem!Reader

word count: 4.5k

part one, part two, part three, part four

V. May 2024

She’d gotten the invitation in the mail a few weeks ago, a creamy white envelope announcing the upcoming wedding of Julien, a childhood friend from Bondy, to his fiancee of several years. Seeing his name on the paper had brought a smile to her face; it had been years since she’d seen him.

She’d be in Paris to visit her parents anyway, it would be a crime not to go.

She’d quickly written to him to say congratulations, and Julien had texted back a thank you. Moments later, he’d texted her something she’d expected. 

Not sure if you’re still in touch with Kylian, but if you can let him know about the wedding, that’d be great. We haven’t seen each other in ages!

Unsurprisingly, the response she’d gotten from Kylian was a firm and resounding no. 

“Why not?” She’d asked over the phone.

“Because of a lot of things, Y/N” There was a lot of chatter from Kylian’s end, she had caught him just as he’d entered the locker room after a grueling match. 

“Well, what are those things?” She’d asked. 

“I can’t just go to a wedding” He’d grumbled. “Haven’t been able to do that in years, in fact. I  have to think about bringing security and all that stuff”

She’d expected he’d say that, so her response was quick. “So bring your bodyguard. I’m sure Julien and his fiance won’t mind”

“And let someone leak a story to the press about how I’m a stuck up asshole who brings a hundred people with him everywhere he goes?” He’d snorted. “No thanks”

She’d rolled her eyes. “I don’t think anyone we grew up with would do that, Kylian”

“How would I know? I haven’t spoken to those people in years” 

“I haven’t either.”

“Exactly” He’d said. “Let’s just not go. It’s Ousmane’s birthday party that weekend  anyway. Actually, he said to tell you that you should come”

She’d frowned. “So you’d rather go to a party than to your childhood friend’s wedding?”

“It’s just a wedding Y/N” He’d said, his tone weary. “People get married all the time”

She couldn’t believe how mean and dismissive he was being.

“And get divorced all the time” He’d continued, letting out a humorless chuckle. “The stats on that are crazy, actually. Someone should let Julien know”

“What? Kylian, that’s so harsh. Why are you talking like that?” She was starting to get angry now.

“I’m not being harsh. Just honest” He’d said “Look, the last thing I need right now is to go to a public event, okay? I’m sick of people asking me about where I’ll be next year, and I’m sure as hell sick of having a hundred cameras pointed at me”

“Ok, then.” She said, her irritation evident in her voice. “You have fun at the party. I’ll go to the wedding.”

“But–”

“Tell Ousmane happy birthday for me”

He’d paused before responding with a resigned “Fine”

They hung up after that, goodbyes curt. She didn’t know what was going on with him, but he’d been very tired and irritable lately. He called less and less, and took longer to text back whenever she reached out.  She suspected it had to do with his contract with PSG, which she knew was nearing its end, but they didn’t speak about things like that. If he had news, he’d tell her. So far he hadn’t said anything, which meant things were probably still up in the air and it was troubling him. She’d chalked it up to that, and was therefore able to quickly move on from the conversation. 

The day of the wedding arrived, and Y/N found herself at the crowded venue of the wedding reception, wearing a silky blue dress she’d bought a long time ago but had saved for an occasion like this. She was seated next to Manon, a girl who used to live two doors down from her, and Anna, who she knew was Kylian’s first kiss and who she’d consequently been very envious of as a pre-teen. It was great catching up with the two and reminiscing about the old days. It turned out Manon worked in marketing while Anna was a tattoo artist. 

“So, are you and Kylian still friends?” Anna asked, taking a sip from her drink. The toasts had been made, and dinner had been eaten. They were now watching the bride and groom take the floor for their first dance. 

“Yeah” She said. “We’re still friends”

“Well, wave him over then. He looks like he’s lost” Anna nodded towards something behind her. 

Y/N whirled in her seat. Sure enough there was Kylian, his head down, weaving his way through the tables. People looked up to stare with hushed gasps as he passed by them. Y/N raised her arms to wave, and thankfully his bodyguard noticed and started guiding Kylian towards their table. 

“Hi” Kylian said, smiling tightly as he pulled a chair and took a seat.

“Hi” She said. “I thought you weren’t coming”

He shrugged. “You were mad at me”

“And I was right to be” She said, smiling despite herself. He looked handsome, she could tell he’d gotten a fresh cut. 

“Sure” He rolled his eyes before turning to their tablemates. Anna and Manon were briefly starstruck as he greeted them, as if they forgot they’d grown up with him. The initial awkwardness wore off quickly though, and before long they were all chatting animatedly. 

“Remember when you two–” Manon chuckled,  gesturing between Kylian and Anna.

“Ah, yes. When we dated for a whopping two days in the seventh grade” Anna laughed. “I do remember that” 

Kylian laughed along with her, shaking his head in embarrassment. 

Y/N couldn’t help but snicker. “Two days? What happened?”

Kylian opened his mouth to respond but Anna beat him to it. “We kissed one day, and then the next day was valentine's day. I found out he gave you a card, while I got nothing. So I dumped him”

Y/N gasped, elbowing Kylian. “Oh my god, I remember that. Those anonymous valentine’s cards we did in class. That was the first year someone sent me one, I was dying to find out who it was. I didn’t know it was you”

“Oh, we all knew” Manon said while Anna nodded in agreement. 

“Everyone knew he had a crush on you”  Anna said. “At least everyone except for me. I found out after the whole card thing”

Kylian said nothing, keeping his eyes trained on the bride and groom as they swayed. 

“Okay, so what happened after that?” Y/N pressed. She was flushed. If only her twelve year old self had that information. “Did you two ever talk again?”

Kylian finally turned to her, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Not really. I acted like it never happened” He grimaced at Anna. “Sorry about that, by the way”

Anna laughed. “You were the ultimate heartbreaker, Kylian!”

He chuckled, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that made Y/N’s heart skip. “Yeah, well, I got my karma back, don't worry.”

“What do you mean?” Anna asked curiously. 

He hesitated before answering. “I’ve had my fair share of heartbreaks, is all”

Y/N looked down at her lap, idly fiddling with her jewelry. The cynic within her had convinced her that Kylian didn’t care for her in that way. She’d allowed herself to believe he wanted her only for her body, just another fleeting fling in a long line of them. But his behavior over the past couple of months had made it clear that her own insecurities had clouded her judgment. She had the person she cherished most right in front of her—the boy she had loved since she was twelve—and yet she had pushed him away.

As she watched the bride and groom twirl, doubt grew inside of her. Was that kind of love even possible for her? Could she ever meet someone she cared for as deeply as she did for Kylian? The thought felt almost laughable. In her heart of hearts she knew that there would never be anyone else who could fill that space in her life.

Suddenly, the DJ switched to an upbeat song and people started to flock to the dance floor, eager to join the bride and groom. Manon and Anna went off as well, leaving just the two of them at the table. 

Y/N nudged Kylian gently.“Dance with me?”

He looked at her with an apologetic look, wordlessly shaking his head no. He looked tense, evidently very aware of being in public. 

Y/N visibly deflated. She wanted to be in on all the fun, but Kylian clearly wasn’t up for it. Oh, well. He did come here for me. I don’t need to make him even more uncomfortable, she thought. 

She smiled tightly at him, hoping he couldn’t see her disappointment. But of course he did. 

He hesitated before grabbing her hand and standing up, pulling her out of her chair. “Let’s go”

She grinned, her heart fluttering as  they made their way to the dance floor. Sometimes, when he did things like this purely to make her happy, the walls she’d built around her feelings for him would break down, sending her heart into a joyful spin.

They got to dancing, laughter bubbling between them as she playfully teased him about his abysmal dancing skills. 

“You just want me to be publicly humiliated huh?” He grumbled, a mock pout on his face. 

Just then, the song changed to a slow ballad. They froze, exchanging uncertain glances. It was only couples around them now, slowly moving to the romantic song playing. 

“What now?” Kylian asked, his voice low.

She stepped closer, wordlessly wrapping her hands around his neck. Her breath hitched when she felt his hands land on her hips.  They swayed to the song,  shifting their eyes  away from each other whenever their eye contact got too intense. His fingertips on her hips felt like they weighed tons. She wondered if he wanted to kiss her; she knew she’d let him if he tried. She’d fantasized about it more times than she could count.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone’s back. They’d been so focused on each other they’d completely lost track of their surroundings, it seemed. She turned around, ready to apologize, but froze when she saw who it was.

“Lucas?” She said incredulously. 

He had a different haircut than the last time she saw him, but it was definitely him.

Kylian's grip on her tightened slightly. “You’ve got to be kidding me” He muttered under his breath.

Lucas’ eyes lit up in recognition. “Y/N, wow. How are you?”

“I’m good” She said, forcing a smile.“ Crazy running into you here”

He smiled a fake smile, pointing to his dance partner, who she hadn’t noticed until then. “My girlfriend is co-workers with the bride”

She greeted his girlfriend, who was nice enough. 

“So you two finally got together, huh?” Lucas said. Y/N could tell he’d had a little bit too much to drink by the way he was swaying on his feet.  He leaned closer to Kylian, making it known the next part was just for him. “Better have her on a tight leash,  or she’ll start emotionally cheating on you”

Kylian recoiled at his words. “That’s not a bigger red flag than breaking up with a person over the phone, or thinking of women as animals you put a leash on” He gave a pointed look to Lucas’ partner. “He’s in the habit of doing that, by the way”

Poor girl looked like she wanted to disappear. 

Y/N felt disgusted. “Can we not do this here?” she said to Lucas. “It’s a wedding.”

Lucas shrugged, unfazed. “Just looking out for the guy. He should know what he’s getting into.”

Kylian stepped closer, a protective stance forming. “She can speak for herself, Lucas. And right now, she’s not interested in your opinion.”

Y/N suddenly noticed that some of the wedding guests had their eyes on them, clearly having noticed Kylian on the dance floor. They had their phones out, no doubt ready to send social media ablaze with pictures of Kylian and a ‘mystery woman’. Without thinking, she stepped away from Kylian and his hands fell away from her hips. 

He gave her a hurt look, confusion etched on his face.  “Y/N…”

“There you go!” Lucas laughed. “She doesn’t even want you to touch her”

Kylian gave Lucas the dirtiest look she’d ever seen him give to someone. “Fuck you” 

He turned on his heel and strode away without waiting for a response, his bodyguard trailing closely behind him adding a dramatic effect.

She made to follow him, but he disappeared into the crowd quickly. She turned to Lucas angrily. 

“You’re disgusting, you know”

He opened his mouth to say something, but she stormed off. 

She found him taking pictures with a group of people, dimples and charisma on full display. Someone even pulled out a jersey—though she couldn’t quite fathom why someone would bring that to a wedding. Still, he signed it with a gracious smile, effortlessly charming everyone around him.

“Kylian” She said as she stepped closer. “Can we talk?”

“Sure” He said, his smile fading slightly as he excused himself from the group. 

“Look, I’m really sorry” She said. “It’s not that I don't want to be seen with you or anything. It’s just –”

“No, it’s fine” He said unconvincingly. 

“It’s not fine” She said earnestly. “That was really inconsiderate of me. Especially since you were standing up to that asshole for me. Thank you for that, by the way”

He shrugged. “That’s what he deserved” 

My sweet Kylian, she thought.

She enveloped him in a hug, taking in the smell of his cologne. He hugged her back, albeit somewhat hesitantly. She could tell something was still bothering him.

“Kylian, are you okay?” She asked, pulling away. “You’ve seemed off for a while now”

“I’m okay” He said, looking at the ground. “Just a bit stressed is all”

She looked at him empathetically. “Tell me”

“Well, for starters, I shouldn’t be in public right now”

She frowned, feeling guilty. “I know, it’s a lot–”

“No, it’s not just that. That I can prepare myself for.” He said. “It’s because there’s a video announcing my departure from PSG that’s going to be released–” He paused to look at his watch. “-- In about 20 minutes, so…”

She stared incredulously. “What?”

“I said there’s a video–”

“You’re leaving PSG?” She said in a hushed yet raised tone.

“Yes” He affirmed.

“And it’s going to be announced in 20 minutes?” 

“Yes” He repeated. 

“And you’re in a packed wedding full of proud Parisians” She stated the obvious. “One week after crashing out of the Champions League”

He nodded, then yelped when she smacked his arm. 

“Kylian, why the hell did you come?” 

“Because I wanted to make you happy” He said simply, rubbing his arm.

She didn’t know whether to smack him again or kiss his beautiful lips. She decided on neither.

“Let’s get out of here then” She said, already dragging him to the exit. “Before the video is released and all hell breaks loose”

“But we haven’t even talked to Julien!”

“You’ll send him an expensive gift” She said, sounding determined. 

He chuckled, letting her lead the way.

They were in his car, his driver speeding away from the wedding venue. She watched him look out the window, the city lights casting a yellow glow over his skin. He looked less stressed, but she still thought there was something going on with him.

“So, where are you going?” 

“Hmm?” He pulled his eyes away from the window, seemingly jolted out of his thoughts. 

“Where are you going to play next?” She asked.

“Take a guess”

“Uh, let’s see, Leeds United?” She teased. 

He rolled his eyes. “You know where”

She squealed, launching herself across the backseat to give him yet another hug. “Real Madrid? Oh my god! Congratulations, Ky”

“Thanks” He giggled, hugging her back tightly. “I’m really excited”

“You should be! This is your childhood dream” She pulled back to look at him, her eyes wide with excitement. “Remember that winter you abandoned me to go visit them?”

“Well you’re getting back at me for that now” He said with a sad smile.

“Hm?”

“You’re moving back here” He clarified. “While I’m going there. You’re the one doing the abandoning this time”

“Oh” She said, understanding. “About that, I, uh–I’m not moving anymore”

He froze. “What?”

 “ I mean, I was going to, but… things changed. I got a promotion at my job, and the pay raise means I actually get more than what I’d earn at the new job here, so I told them I’m not gonna go for it”

He lets out a strange laugh. It’s near hysterical, but it stops as abruptly as it starts. “So you’re not moving back? You’re staying in Madrid?”

“Yes” She said slowly. “I’m staying in Madrid”

“Cool” He fidgets in his seat, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest “Great”

He looked out the window again, then turned back to her, his face breaking into a huge grin.

“What?” She giggled. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m just really happy you’re staying” 

“Why?” She knew why, she just wanted to hear him say it.

“I wanted better for Luna” He exhaled loudly, as if this was a concerning issue he’d thought long and hard about. “ I hear the cat food here sucks”

She burst out laughing. She didn’t know what, but she could tell something just shifted between them. 

“You know, I haven’t been back in a while” He said. “To Bondy”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” He said thoughtfully. “You just reminded me, when you mentioned that time I went to visit Madrid”

“Why don’t we stop by?” She said, her eyes lighting up. 

He paused for a moment, contemplating. 

“I don’t have anywhere else to be. Let’s do it” He said finally. 

He told his driver, and they went on their way. They sat in silence for most of the drive to the suburbs, both lost in their own thoughts.

“Oh!” Kylian’s eyes lit up suddenly. He pulled something from the console. “I forgot to give you this”

“What is it?”

“Belated graduation gift” He said as he handed her a small gift bag. She’d graduated from her masters program a couple weeks ago.

She beamed,  pulling out a jewelry box from the bag. “You didn’t have to” She cooed.

“Liar”

“You’re right, I love gifts” She grinned.

Her eyes widened when she revealed the pair of earrings. “ Kylian, wow” 

She looked at him in disbelief as she held up the jewelry delicately. “They’re so beautiful”

“I got them from Cameroon, when I visited last year” He explained. 

There was a card nestled amongst the wrapping of the earrings, small enough that she almost missed it. 

“Oh, there’s a card” She said as she picked it up.

Kylian’s eyes widened, reaching out to take it from her hand. “Wait, no—”

She leaned away from him to avoid his grasp, her smile almost fading as she read what was written:

“Y/N,

I don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but right now I’m in Cameroon, and I’m heartbroken. 

Maman thinks I should call you. Tchaga and all the others think I’m annoying because all I do is sulk.

We visited a traditional market today. I saw these earrings, and I thought of you immediately. They’re made by female artisans, which I think you’ll like.

 I love you, I think it’s ruining my life.

–K”

She looked up, the last sentence reverberating in her head, almost drowned out by the pounding of her heart. 

She didn’t know what to say, just looked at Kylian, who was avoiding her gaze.

“I forgot that was there” He said quietly. 

The car came to a halt just then, and Kylian’s driver let them know that they’d arrived at their destination.

They found themselves at the park they frequented as children, where they spent countless afternoons and evenings. They took a seat on a bench, facing a gaggle of children playing football. The park was otherwise empty save for a couple other wanderers, which was unusual for a summer’s evening. Y/N wasn’t  complaining though; fewer people meant less chances of Kylian being spotted.

They seemed out of place in their formal clothes; her in her silk maxi dress, and him in his suit.  She stole glances of his side profile as they watched the kids’ game, marveling at his beauty: his big brown eyes, the strong nose he’d inherited from his mother, and those pink, pouty lips. More than 10 years of knowing him and yet he still managed to take her breath away.

He turned to her suddenly. “What’s on your mind?”

She decided to be honest. “I was thinking about how pretty you are”

“Pretty?” He chuckled.

“Yeah. Pretty” 

“Don’t think anyone’s used that word to describe me before” He said.

“Well I have” She said. “Many times before – in my head”

“Me too,” He admitted, his gaze warm. “I’ve called you pretty. Also many times —in my head.”

She grinned at him. It was impossible not to. “Speaking of pretty, I want to try those earrings!”

She pulled them from their box, quickly removing the ones she was already wearing and carefully putting on the new pair. Kylian took an exaggerated double take, his eyes widening. “Qué hermosa!” 

She snorted. “ Working on your Spanish, I see”

“I’m already fluent, cherie” He winked at her as he pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of her. 

A loud cheer erupted from the kids; someone had just scored a goal. Y/N and Kylian briefly turned their attention back to the game, smiling at the infectious joy of the kids as they rushed to one another for a group hug. The celebrations gradually faded, and the children returned to their positions to continue the game.

She swallowed hard. “Did you mean that?”

“Mean what?” Kylian dragged his eyes away from the game. It didn’t matter if it was being played by a bunch of 10 year olds, football was still his favorite thing. It was quite endearing, actually. 

“What you wrote on the card” She said quietly. 

“Yes” He met her eyes. “I do”

“What did you mean– what do you mean when you said it’s ruining your life?” She asked.

He took a deep breath before answering. He had a pained look on his face. “It’s just – I don’t know, it feels like torture sometimes, not having you. First it was the whole time you were with Lucas when I was pining after you, and then it felt like I had you, but you ran away. Let me tell you, those couple months after that when we weren’t speaking were the worst of my life.” He took a shaky breath. “And whatever we are now, just friends, it’s never going to be enough”

“Kylian..”

“And I was speaking to Papa” He continued, ignoring her. He scooted closer to her, eyes so intense. “He told me to take a leap of faith. To cut out all the bullshit and tell you I love you.  So here I am, I guess. I want you to tell me what you truly want. Not what you think you should want, or what other people want for you. What you really, really want. Because if it’s me? I’m all in, Y/N” 

He took her hand, gently opening up her palm. “Because you’ve had my heart here” He traced his index finger over her palm. “Ever since I met you at my birthday party all those years ago. It’s always been you for me. There will never be anyone else”

Y/N didn’t respond immediately,  lifting his hand that was on hers to her lips and kissing his trembling fingers. “Just so you know, I’ve wanted you as long as I’ve known you. And you’re right, maybe all of the excuses I was telling you and myself were lies. Because I was scared. I thought if we did this and it didn’t work out, I’d end up losing you forever. I didn’t want that, Ky. But how would we know if we don’t try? We have to try, right?” She paused. “I really want to try”

Kylian let out a relieved laugh at her words. They were so close to each other, their faces mere inches apart. He cupped her face with his hands, caressing her cheeks in a way only he could. She closed her eyes, basking in his touch. She felt gentle kisses on each of her eyelids.

“Yes” She heard him murmur. “I want to try”

They closed what little distance was between their lips, kissing passionately. All the tension, all the unspoken feelings that had been brewing for ages seemed to dissolve in that moment. It felt like releasing air after holding her breath for a long time. It felt like relief.

“Wait, there’s someone taking pictures” Kylian muttered as he pulled away.

“I don’t care” She said, chasing his lips with hers.

To her annoyance, he pulled away again. “But you–”

“I said I don’t care” She mumbled, kissing him again. She felt him smile against her lips.

They left the park after the game ended, satisfied and at peace. Hands intertwined, lips swollen from kissing. She thought about the kids that they used to be, the ones who used to run to the very same park everyday after school. Oh how they’ve grown,  how they’ve changed. 

Inside the car, she turned to him, her heart steadying after a long while of drumming loudly. “So, what now?”

His gaze was unwavering. “ No more running away.”

"No more running away" She repeated softly, leaning her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes.

A/N: Aaand thats it folks. hope you like this last part <3 i'm working on an epilogue though so stay tuned for that. as always lmk what you think in the comments or in my inbox. thank you for reading!

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[brandogenius]

Hi! I love your writing and I was just wondering if you’d be willing to write jb x controversially!young gf (like maybe 19-21)?I saw another writer do it and became obsessed with the concept

Obviously you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable but I just wanted to say your writing is so good!

hi! thank you so much!! that’s so kind of you i will cry 😭 of course my love! i’ve never written something like this before but! i can try! i’m sorry if it’s not good :( !

i would love to add more onto this tbh! it is late so my brain is tired but yeah!

‼️RPF‼️

HC - julien x controversially young gf reader!

- being 21 and in college means daily trips to your favourite cafe to study on break and do assignments

- you’re major is studying in music sound engineering so music comes naturally to you.

- one of your assignments was currently due at the end of the week, consisting on researching a favourite song of yours, key analysing the instrumental usage in the songs. time signatures, etc

- julien often comes to visit you at the cafe on your lunch breaks, sitting down for as long as you can while you work together on the assignments

- julien being a professional musician, you’re confident you can get a good opinion and thesis from julien to help broaden your view for the research.

- the beginning of you and juliens relationship with a bit of a rocky road. the both of you have been dating for a year now.

- julien was a bit worried in the beginning, considering your large age gap of 7 years, she was worried about dynamics and what others would say. how people would treat you.

- obviously you didn’t care. you wanted to be with julien and loved her. but julien was more on the hesitant side. just for the sake of protecting you and not wanting to accidentally take advantage of you.

- very slow at the start. hesitant touches. first kiss after their fifth date. a lot of reassurance from you, confirming that it is ok had julien loosening up a bit more

- “i promise i’m ok baby. now can you please kiss me already or are you gonna leave me standing?”

- the boys love you

- always teasing you, acting like younger sibling vibes truly

- julien drives you to school, somedays phoebe or lucy if juliens in the studio

- “jb is at the studio early, you ok with one of us elderly taking you instead?” phoebe loves to jokingly refer to her and the boys as elderly around you considering your age gap

- “have a fun day at school sweetie”

- going to award shows with julien, she respectfully wants you to stay out of the public eye as much as you can.

- you’re a college student, if you’re photographed in the paper or on news articles everywhere online. she worries about your safety.

- she wants the best for you and your education. she doesn’t want you to fail or have to drop out because of her.

- sleeping together took a LONG time

- nights you offered julien over she offered to take the couch or the guest bedroom.

- “babe i’m fine with the couch i promise. go to bed- shoo! you got early classes tomorrow remember?”

- the day you finally convince jb to come to bed with you, she was nervous but excited

- hesitant arms wrapping around you, delicately protecting you from the darkness as if you’d break and crumble into a thousand pieces

- “i just don’t want to squeeze you too hard or hold you too tight darling”

- you end up having to wrap your arms around the older woman instead. face smushed into her chest

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

hiii idk if u have your requests open but could you write julien x reader based on lacy by olivia rodrigo?

like maybe julien is so jealous of reader but actually wants her (like enemies to lovers kinda thing)

jj chats: i am so sorry it took me a couple days to get to this!!! ive been very busy with school! i loved this request and i hope i did it justice!!! love you anon!! <33

warnings: RPF, use of y/n, reader is a musician/famous, reader cries

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

Julien wouldn’t say she hated you, no she wouldn’t go that far. But when anyone would ask about you she’d scoff and change the subject right away. Anything to cover up the butterflies that flourished in her belly at the sound of your name.

“Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell?”

She would say your music was bland, in reality, she thought the lyrics were thought-provoking and better than anything she’d ever written. The public commented on how she didn’t follow you back on social media. She didn’t follow you because she didn't like that burning sensation she got in her heart when she saw your posts with your friends. She especially hated the photos of you and that girl, arms wrapped around each other, smiling at the camera like the happiest people alive.

“I linger all the time, watchin', hidden in plain sight”

You were close with Lucy, you two being long-time friends, which meant that Julien had to endure your presence. At get-togethers she sits away from you, observing your interactions with her friends. She’d feel a burn when you laughed at their jokes.

“I see you everywhere, the sweetest torture one could bear”

Eventually, the two of you would have to talk to one another. When left alone in a room one time, you walked up to her, smiling wide. It was a smile Julien had seen plastered on magazine covers, a smile people fawned over. Julien completely understood why, even when she didn't want to.

“I hear you and Lucy are close, I’m sorry I haven’t introduced myself before, I’m (Y/N).”

Julien looked at you in awe. How was it, not a hair was out of place? That your outfit wasn’t covered in wrinkles or dog hair? How was it fair someone could look so gorgeous, be so perfect? Julien plastered a fake smile on her face, not reaching a hand out to shake as she knew hers were very clammy due to her nerves, “I’m Julien.” Her tone was bored like she couldn't wait to get away from you.

“I feel your compliments like bullets on skin”

Julien was excited to hear that Lucy planned a dinner to celebrate their Grammy wins, she thought that maybe it would be nice to be the one being celebrated. Until she heard your name mentioned. She knew the night would be difficult, she still couldn’t figure you out, couldn’t understand you. 

At dinner that night, everyone gave a toast to the boys. Compliments were spewed every which way. When you stood to speak, you locked eyes with Julien, giving her your award-winning smile. 

You began to congratulate the boys, your speech was lengthy as you talked a bit about Lucy and Phoebe. All Julien could focus on was your lips and then the words directed towards her, “I haven’t known Julien long but I can tell she is a dedicated musician, an amazing friend, and is very very pretty.” Your words dug daggers into her skin, but it was a pain she loved.

“I care, I care, I care, like ribbons in your hair, my stomach's all in knots”

After the main course at dinner, you had excused yourself, a phone call was what you said. You ran out of the restaurant, dealing with whatever call you got alone. Julien hesitated a few minutes but ultimately excused herself as well after you did not return right away. She felt an overwhelming desire to make sure you were okay. It scared the hell out of her. Your friends gave each other knowing looks.

You made it outside, and looked around, spotting you on a bench, head in your hands. She cautiously approached you, her stomach tied. Once she was close she asked, “Are you okay?” 

You looked up, startled, and as if by instinct you smiled at Julien, using the backs of your hands to wipe off your tears. “Yeah-” your voice broke, “yeah Julien I’m alright! Thanks for-” another break, “for checking on me.” 

You weren’t fine, and Julien knew. She walked towards you, then sat next to you. You faced her, trying to keep your composure before the dam blew and you started to sob. To Julien’s surprise, you immediately reached out, grabbing her jacket and crying into her shoulder. 

“People are people, but it's like you're made of angel dust”

She tried to get away but instead found herself wrapping her arms around you carefully. Scared of your fragile state, scared in a moment you'd be gone and out of her reach, scared she’d hold you too tight and crush you into dust.

“Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately”

The moment passed, and Julien bore witness to you regaining your composure at a rapid speed. In the seconds you went from sobbing to smiling, ready to rejoin your friends she wanted you to cry again, if anything just to hold you for a little bit longer. In that moment she abhorred you. How could you go from a mess to perfect? Why couldn’t you stay sad like the rest of us for a minute more? Why couldn’t she be like you? 

“And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you”

Julien stayed behind and watched as you walked back towards the restaurant, but before you reached the doors, an elderly couple was also approaching. Julien gazed as you jogged to get to the door before they reached it, and then you opened the door for them, smiling as they walked in. Julien felt her heart swell, and that's when she knew she was in for it.

“I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you”

 You turned to Julien, waving her to follow you. In an instant Julien was up. Her legs worked double time to catch up to you as you held the door open for the both of you, you reached your hand out, waiting for her. 

As Julien made it to the door you grabbed her wrist, she twisted her head in order to face you properly. “Thank you for sitting with me Julien, I really appreciated it,” you smiled, squeezing her arm. You pulled her inside the heated restaurant, “let’s get back to our friends, they must have thought we’d run off together.”

You laughed. Julien laughed. 

Julien followed you back to the table, sitting back down in her seat. She soon realized what she just did and scolded herself for listening to you so obediently. She was so confused at all the feeling coursing through her, so angry at herself for letting her fall so hard and so fast. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands until she looked up and locked eyes with you. You smiled at her as you always did, and when her fingers loosened and her heartbeat boomed she realized that maybe jealousy wasn’t quite what she was feeling anymore. This feeling happened to start with the infamous letter L.

[ihateapbiology]

One for the road

tw- kinda smut not really but kinda

You had just recently moved into the city, and your best friend phoebe invited you to come to some get together at her friend julien's apartment. you're tired and not realizing julien's been noticing you. when people begin to leave, you still haven't been picked up and julien sees you sitting on the couch.

“you're runnin' pretty low on your drink, d'ya want me to make you another one for the road?”

You perk up hearing the faint southern accent, a little reminder of the home you were missing, but also resenting all at the same time.

“Hey another southerner?” You ask.

She smirks “yep where you from?”

“Oklahoma” you respond “yeah I know most exciting state ever.”

“So you familiar with tornados and…” she laughs drawing a blank.

“Small town Oklahoma so I’m familiar with tornados and the Bible.” You laugh.

“Well we can cheers to that.” She laughs and she holds up her soda.

You start to relax more into the couch actually enjoying yourself now.

“So what brings you to NYC?” She says.

“School and so I came up for like undergrad right and then stayed for grad school.” You say.

“Wow cool so do you miss the south.” She asks.

You raise your eyebrows surprised but enjoying how she’s past the usual small talk. “Yes..and no… I miss you know being around what I know, and knowing everyone having that community feel but then I also enjoy being able to be lesbian and not you know have the local priest act like I killed someone.”

She gives you a sad smile “yeah it’s tough even when you have people who accept you, like my parents were accepting but it was still I guess lonely ya know. Not a lot of people out like you, resources.”

You nod “BUT you do know what I hate how people act like the south is like hell and every person from the south is like the worst person ever.”

You guys continue talking and talking “ughh I should probably go cause I’m gettin myself home and don’t wanna be walking home at 3am alone.”

She bites her lip “wellllll you could always stay the night with me.” She puts a handle on your thigh.

You grin enjoying her more blatant flirting “oh yeah? Would I be sleeping on the couch or…”

She starts to pull you up “yeah ain’t no way.”

You follow fast and the second she closes her bedroom door she pins you against the wall.

“Mmmm I’ve been wanting to kiss you all fucking night” she grins looking at your lips.

“Well do it.” You challenge.

Your lips collides, starting gentle and then soon becomes more passionate. You gently bite her lip testing the waters and when you hear her respond with a soft moan and continue.

A flurry of discarded clothes, pillows flying, and moans later.

You stare up at the ceiling like you saw God. You swear you can still feel her hands over your body, her tattooed hands..everywhere.

“Holy shit.” You utter

She just gently kisses your temple.

She gets up.

shit. You were just a hookup.

You at least thought she was gonna say something.

You gingerly grab your clothes and put them back on and head for the door.

“You trying to bolt baby?” She emerges from the bathroom with a washcloth and water.

“Wh-what oh I well okay I didn’t wanna like intrude you know cause you went to the bathroom.” You explain awkwardly.

She laughs “Honey…we just had sex …you ain’t intruding..”

“Well I mean I thought you left.”

“I’m just getting you stuff lay down I said you’re spending the night. You’re spending the night. I don’t just want a hookup from you.”

You blush and sit down back on the bed. Julien gently massages your shoulders and then cleans up your thighs.

Soon you’re fast asleep on her chest. She gently strokes your hair and gives your cheek a kiss.

[thatonefemmelesbian]

Hey! If you ever want to maybe like a jealousy fic? Thanks!

Thank you for the suggestion!🩷

Description: you and Julien are at a party when someone starts hitting on you, making Julien jealous and slightly possessive

You and Julien were dancing around together to the music blasting from the speakers, her hands firmly gripping your hips, rocking you side to side. You notice Julien staring off behind you, a stern look on her face and her grip tightens, slowing your movements as she pulls you closer to her, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You pull away blushing, but notice she still has a serious expression painted on her face, eyeing someone behind you. “What are you looking at?” You ask. Her attention is brought back to you as she replies “That girls been staring at your ass at all night! She needs to keep her eyes off what’s mine.” Your blush deepens, finding the thought of Julien being jealous quite hot. You turn around to see who she’s talking about, but they suddenly turn around and walk off, only allowing you to see the back of their head. “Well she’s gone now.” You say, resuming your dancing. “Good, she better not look at my girl again.” She says, continuing to dance with you.

Your legs start to ache after dancing for what felt like hours. You find a place to sit down as Julien goes to get you a drink. “Hey, I love your dress! You look really pretty” you hear someone say, looking up to see the girl who was previously watching you. You’re not sure how to respond, not being able to tell if she’s genuinely complimenting your outfit, or attempting to flirt with you. “Oh, uh thanks, I really like yours too” you reply, just trying to be nice, hoping she doesn’t take it as anything more. “Thank you! So what are you doing sitting all alone? A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be left by herself” she says back. You now regret responding to her, looking around everywhere trying to find Julien, until you feel a hand placed on your back. “She’s not alone, is she?” Julien says, leaning down and kissing you passionately. She sits down beside you and pulls you onto her lap, handing you your drink and staring up at the other woman. “I’m Julien, her girlfriend. Who are you?” She asks her, running her hand up and down your thigh. “Oh, uh it doesn’t matter. I was just saying she looks really nice in that dress.” She replies, her confidence starting to fade. “She looks gorgeous, doesn’t she?” Julien replies, her question directed more to you than her, grabbing your chin and kissing you again. The other woman begins to slowly walk away, finally getting the hint.

“You’re mine, don’t forget that, doll” Julien says, her voice low and serious. She attacks your neck with kisses, her hand squeezing your thigh. “I’m all yours, Jules” You reassure her, pulling her face up for a kiss. She doesn’t let go of you for the rest of the night, holding you tight in your arms, never letting you out of sight. You continue dancing for a while longer, until you get tired and decide it’s time to head back home. Julien carries you to the car, gently sitting you in the passenger seat and pressing a kiss to your forehead before she shuts the door. She holds your hand the whole drive home, and being extra affectionate the rest of the night

[gingerjolover]

I’ll be honest, I can’t exactly pin who ( I’m leaning Lucy though) but someone from MunaGenius will make everyone at that damn Christmas party wear something matching for the whole night( Santa hat? Christmas pants? Antler headband? so many possibilities)

omg this is soooo interesting, i think it would depend on who is hosting! if phoebe was hosting i think there would be a plethora of cute christmas items like those christmas light necklaces or santa hats or cute headbands.

i think lucy would probably fuck w matching sweaters?? lucy isn't super into Christmas but if her gf was or the sweaters were genuinely cute and she could get good photos i think she would like them

if we are using the same soft!gf x julien housewarming party/holiday dinner scenario, i think soft!gf goes all out and there are disposable cameras everywhere and there's a bunch of christmas items and everyone is either dressed up or in matching sweaters/pajamas

i also love to think that naomi or someone in the friend group dresses up like santa and everyone takes pics on their lap LMAO

but i lowkey think lucy would police people to putting something on for a photo but phoebe or katie (!!!) would be genuinely encouraging people to wear matching stuff

there's def a picture with a group of people wearing antler headbands and then on person in the front with a red nose and antlers

millenial core hehe

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Gossip Girl Reboot 2x08: Quotes

- “Rise and shine, followers. They say the first 15 minutes of the morning can make or break any day. I suppose that depends on if you got up on the wrong side of the bed. Or perhaps you’re not getting out of bed at all these days. And to the early birds who managed to thrust themselves out into the world, I wonder what did you find?” (GG)

- “Always on the lookout for trends that feel timeless. And I’m usually so thorough with my background checks. (Luna) - My dating life isn’t the only thing I keep private.” (Romain??)

- “Were are my memes? (Monet) - Oh, they, uh, they exist. You don’t wanna see them though. Trust me. (Luna) - Okay. Well, now that you’re so visible, I’m back to being invisible, and it’s not fair. (Monet) - Who’s invisible? (Luna) - There she is slut-shamer!” (Student 1)

- “Uh, don’t we feel like forgery’s too far? Or...” (Aki)

- “The, uh, “traitors” section is in historical non-fiction.” (Audrey)

- “Then what was it? An optical illusion? Sorcery? (Audrey) - Sabotage. She saw your mom’s emails to the seamstress.” (Julien)

- “You know, people usually get arrested for doing this outside playgrounds. (Wendy) - And here we get paid. Your point?” (Kate)

- “Having it both ways. That always works out.” (Wendy)

- “Harvard’s all about connections, not just who you know, but who you can introduce them to.” (Kate)

- Oh, playing it both on and off the field now? (Wendy) - She doesn’t have to. It doesn’t have to be true. (Kate) - You’ve gone full Fox News. (Wendy) - Another DM from Audrey’s wicked stepmother. But it’s probably premium gasoline, so...” (Kate)

- “Well, if getting cancelled were fun, everyone would do it. Will you be the Andy to my Miranda Priestly just this once? (Luna) - Oh, honey, I’m already invisible. The best attribute for an assistant. And I would love a day away from this hellscape.” (Monet) 

- “But hitting that first screening is... (Aki) - Your favorite tradition? I know. We do it every year, honey. (Audrey) - Yeah, but it’s Max’s first time. (Aki) - That’s a phrase I haven’t heard in years. (Max) - Well, in the spirit of the weekend, maybe leave the revenge plots to John Woo and Truffaut. Or Director Park. (Aki) - This is not about revenge. This is about redemption.” (Audrey)

- “Clearly, that’s still bothering you even though I told you I didn’t know who she was and was sad and lonely and, well, she is hot in a sadistic, Charlize-would-play-her way.” (Jordan)

- “Everyone knew what they were getting themselves into.” (Kate) - But you’ve changed it now. You’re... Well, you’re lying. Manipulating facts to sell stories. And worse, you’re addicted to it. (Jordan) - I can stop anytime I want. (Kate) - Said every addict everywhere. (Jordan) - I know what I’m doing. (Kate) - Prove it. Temporarily disable Gossip Girl, like you did when you got too close to the edge before. Take a couple days to get your head on straight.” (Jordan)

- “Partial credit. Shouldn’t you be thanking me? (Jessica) - For driving an even deeper wedge between me and my best friend?” (Julien)

- “For us both. I didn’t know you were coming to town. You could’ve at least called, Mami. (Luna) - Oh, mi amor. You know that I don’t love that word. Our relationship is not bound by rules of languages. Call me Lolo. And as for why I didn’t call... I’m swamped. Interview after interview. This trip has been all business, mi amor. Third on a call sheet is not a costar. That’s a day player.” (Dolores)

- “I should know better than to ask how you got these. (Zoya) - Just don’t run your finger across the ink for a bit, okay? You ready? Time to channel our Little Monster. (Shan) - Okay. Let me get this straight. You think Lady Gaga, Oscar Award winner and like mega superstar, is gonna want to help us with our little fight with an anonymous Instagram toll?” (Zoya)

- “Okay. So, what? We just wait here until she comes out? How are you gonna introduce us? (Zoya) - I think best when I force myself into fight or flight mode.” (Shan)

- “High school bullshit is so two years ago for me. It’s fine. It happens. It’s just, if you give that stuff too much energy, you end up missing out on things that actually matter. (Ingrid Lim) - Well, Audrey and Max matter to me. (Aki) - Of course, but so should you.” (Ingrid)

- “You had no choice, it’s your mother. And men can’t handle a pivot. Yet another reason I don’t date them.” (Monet)

- “I had no idea you two were related. (Eric) - Because she dropped Cruz so she can make a name for herself apart from me. Can you believe that?” (Dolores)

- “She’s jealous of you, Luna. (Monet) - What do you want me to do? I want you to stop dimming your light to make her feel better. She’s never going to respect you if you don’t stand up to her.” (Monet)

- “Maybe I could give her like... some book thing. A first edition Joyce Carol Didion or something. (Julien) - What? (Obie) - You can’t block someone on Goodreads, right? (Julien) - I cannot believe you just did that. You’re right. I’m not normally so involved in my one-week stands. This is our second week, though.” (Obie)

- “Thanks for meeting me. (Julien) - Since you roped Obie in, Dr. Menzies made me. Question. So, when you said you’d stay away from Jessica, did you think I meant Simpson or Alba or Chastain? (Audrey) - I only went to see her to tell her that I refuse to be associated with her any longer. Do I have your permission to do whatever it takes to do that?” (Julien)

- “No, you’re right. I didn’t. She did. Julien needs to learn that there’s consequences for her actions. (Audrey) - I thought you were choosing redemption over revenge? (Aki) - Why should I have to choose?” (Audrey)

- “These people get away with literal murder. You think they won’t kill a messenger? (Teacher) - They can’t if they don’t know who the messenger is. (Kate) - How much do you think Menzies would give me for your name? We are all underpaid and underappreciated. (Teacher) - She’s got a point. (AP teacher) - She has no points. She’s taking us in circles.” (Jordan)

- “The Foolian” is trending.” (Audrey)

- “Audrey and Max and I have this trip planned. (Aki) - Dud, who are you living for? You might be their partner, but are they yours? All I’m saying is you’re special, and if... if they can’t see that, at least you have to, right? Sorry. (Ingrid) - Sorry, uh, yeah. (Aki) - No. It was... It was wrong of me.I just wanted to do that last year, and I told myself I’d at least tell you, and instead of telling you.... (Ingrid) - No, it’s... it’s okay. (Aki) - I hope your partners do too.” (Ingrid)

- “I do have to admit, the bitch did look flawless on film. (Monet) - Well, she probably slept with the DP. (Luna) - What? (Monet) - My parents have an agreement so long as it benefits her lighting.” (Luna)

- “Harris cracked. You set me up? I was only trying to help you. But you never wanted that, did you? You just wanted to make me look bad. (Julien) - I asked you to stay out of my life, but you never listen. You always show up in the worst ways. I had to do something. Do you have any idea what right or wrong is anymore? You wanted her to step into that room and be around those people, those people who ruined her fucking life? (Audrey) - Those people includes your dad. And though he may not be the most gracious, or kind person right now, he’s... (Julien) - Selfish and cruel. He’s a lying, cheating thief. (Audrey) - Is this about me or you? (Audrey) - This is about us. (Julien) - You cannot fix everyone’s families just because yours is unfixable. Some people are just bad. You can’t see that by now? Or can you not since you’ve become one?” (Audrey) 

- “Maybe we can pick her up a new heart. Hers no longer works. (Luna)  - Waste of time. She’d only break it. (Grandma) - Why is she like this, Grandma? (Luna) - It’s her nature. Women are supposed to support one another, but your mother only sees them as threat. I tried to warn your papa, but he was in love. He went along with her plan for you, and look. (Grandma) - A plan for me? What do you mean?” (Luna)

- “I knew it would end up like this, with me forced to see a vision of myself I could never get back. (Dolores) - You sent me to live with Yoli, Mamá. You could’nt stand being around me. Understand you chose your ego over your family? I do understand that, Dolores. I always have. I wish I didn’t. But now I know something else too. Something I won’t keep to myself.” (Luna). 

- “You lost. I know how it feels. I’ve done it a lot. (Jordan) - I didn’t lose. My victory just got delayed. (Kate) - Just what exactly does this victory mean to you? My best friend gets one more month to be a monster and then she gets her soul back.” (Jordan)

- “I just love the movies, don’t you? Two hours in the dark where you can forget who you are... and pretend to be whomever you choose. But it ends when the lights come on. That is, unless you’re Dolores De La Cruz. Looks like Lady De La Cruz has curated an image built entirely on lies.” (GG)

- “But she’s anonymous. You can’t defeat anonymous.” (Obie)

- “Leaving without saying goodbye? (Romain??) - I don’t remember you saying hello. (Luna) - You’re right. I owe you an apology. (Romain??) - And I owe you one. So we’re even. (Luna) - It didn’t seem like the right time to introduce you. (Romain??) - Doesn’t seem like the right time for anything. At least, not right now.” (Luna)

- “I know what you all want. You want me to tell you that people will eventually do the right thing. That they’ll come around and listen to their better angels, or maybe even right their wrongs. But what if I said there are no better angels? Only devils and deals and the space in between? And you know what they say about dancing with the devil. Prepare to get burned.” (GG)

- “After GG cancelled Monet, there was a subtle shift in my daughter. A thank you here, an air of heretofore unseen humility there, but tonight she walked into my study, hugged me... and told me she loved me. It appears Gossip Girl has achieved what I have failed to accomplish in 16 years. To instill respect. She succeeded. Going forward, I ask that you and the other teachers continue to share your insights with Gossip Girl. In return, you’ll receive cooperation from me, in any way you need.” (Camille de Haan)

[angellayercake]

Sam and the Series of Disastrous Dates

Sam has watched her new best friend fall in love with the man of her dreams but when will it be her turn? For OC kiss week 2023 we will follow Sam from the Pastimes for a Retired Papa series on some of her dating adventures and see if she will ever meet her dream man.

Original Female Character x Original Male Character

AO3

Day 3 - Nostalgia (TW graphic descriptions of violence from the Jack the Ripper murders) 

She had finally resorted to tinder. Her friends had let her down. She certainly didn’t feel like approaching anyone in the wild. So she was sitting in her apartment one evening swiping away at endless pictures of men hiking abroad, men posing with tigers, men posing at the gym, men djing. Over and over again it was the same thing. 

Only swipe right for blondes. No. Left.

Only listens to EDM. No. Left.

Has four different cities listed in location. No. Left.

Only looking for hookups. No. Left.

Only travels north of the river. No. Left

Found myself while travelling in Thailand. No. Left.

Doctor of History who runs walking tours around the city as a hobby. Maybe. She taps on his picture and reads the rest of his comments, intrigued. He had shaggy hair, dressed like a hipster geography teacher and wore glasses. He looked down to earth and approachable. Ok so swiping right then. The ‘It’s a match’ pops up instantly and the app sends her straight to the message system. Here goes nothing. 

Two nights later she finds herself waiting by a bus stop in East London watching as he concludes his last tour of the day. The tourists were hanging on his every word. He had caught her eye as they arrived, offering her a smile and she was relieved to see he looked exactly like his pictures. The group started to disperse and he stopped to shake hands with an older couple who looked like they were thanking him and handing over a tip. Then he was walking towards her and she felt the beginnings of butterflies in her stomach. 

‘It’s Sam isn’t it?’ He was soft spoken but sure of himself. ‘I’m Julien, it’s lovely to meet you in person.’ They had messaged enough to establish there was some kind of connection and attraction and when she had jokingly asked for a private tour he had eagerly offered to meet the next night after his last group. 

‘Thanks Julian, great to meet you too, although I think I’m more excited for the tour.’ She joked and he gave her a cheeky smile. 

‘Sure, how can I compete with Jack the Ripper! I’ll never be as interesting and mysterious as that guy.’ They laughed together, the slightly awkward first date atmosphere clearing so when he offered her his arm she took it smiling and let him lead her away through the bust foot traffic. 

‘Whitechapel was referred to as such because of the church that dominated the skyline in the area and what started out as just a landmark became a nickname and then it stuck so the area is still named after it today long after the church is gone. Nothing else about the area could have been considered white or pure, with some of the most dangerous streets being known as the ‘blackest of the black streets.’ not only because of the lack of the now iconic gas street lamps but because of the black deeds that used to take place here.’ He wasn’t just lecturing her about history he was weaving a tapestry with his words, so vivid she could almost picture it blanketing over the cars and neon signs that filled the East End streets now, transporting her back to 1888. 

‘The area was adjacent to the worst factories in London, the Tanneries and the Slaughterhouses, so noxious fumes and pollution were everywhere. This made rent cheap and attracted a deadly cocktail of immigrants, criminals and the desperate. You can imagine how high tensions were, no jobs, no way out, all just crammed in together with no hope. It was a tinderbox and the murders were about to set it ablaze.’ She was barely able to keep her eyes off him as they walked. She was captivated so when he came to a stop under the opening of what used to be Bucks Row she almost crashed into him. 

‘This is where Mary Ann Nichols, the first canonical victim was found. She was found by two workers at 3.40am her throat viciously cut and her abdomen open to expose all her internal organs.’ After his almost poetic descriptions of the Victorian setting it was a shock to hear him talk about the vicious attack on the women with similar glee. 

‘She met a terrible fate,’ Sam interjected wanting to stop the gruesome explanation. 

‘But she was an unfortunate. So many met a terrible fate in one way or another. At least as a Ripper Woman, her name has gone down in history.’ She didn’t like how he referred to her as a ‘Ripper Woman’ like she wasn’t a human being in her own right. 

‘I think she would have rather lived on even if it was the life of an unfortunate.’ He looked at her curiously like he had never considered the victims to be people in their own right before. 

‘Ok, well shall we continue?’ She nodded allowing him to lead her onwards but as he continued waxing lyrical about the filthy lodging houses and notorious rendezvous of thieves, the magic never quite came back. 

They meandered the Whitechapel streets pausing at areas of interest as he continued telling her the story. He really was very attractive, and if not for the unsettling feeling of something off, this could have easily been the best date she had been on in a long while.

As they reached Hanbury street, the location of the second murder he veered back on to the topic of victims injuries and Sam could only wince to herself. Once was slightly weird but twice was not something she could ignore. 

‘He slashed through her abdomen you see and then he disembowelled her. But not only that, he removed her uterus. Cut it away with a precision hardly expected from professionals at the time. And he achieved that silently in a dark back alley. It’s an impressive feat, so impressive.’ He was staring at the ground at the area where he indicated her body was found like he was picturing her brutalised corpse lying there. 

She looked around feeling the urge to be more aware of her surroundings. It was completely dark now, the area lit by the orange glow of the streetlamps. The side street they were currently walking down was surprisingly quiet but she could hear the traffic on the main road nearby and could see pedestrians crossing the road up ahead. The longer she was listening to him speak the more it sounded like he was talking about an obsession rather than a subject of academic interest. 

She shivered as a gust of wind blew down the street stirring the litter along the gutter and he finally looked away from the pavement. 

‘Getting cold are we? Let’s keep walking and see if we can get you warmed up.’ She just nods in agreement and takes his offered arm. She feels some of her anxiety begin to ebb as he leads her back towards  the main road. They were heading towards Spitalfields market, a place always bustling with activity even at this time in the evening and they paused as they went peering through the windows of artisan bakeries, hipster boutiques and record shops, their conversation turning more light hearted. She began to think perhaps she was overreacting. As a tour guide he must have to add a degree of drama and exaggeration to the story to keep the tourists entertained. That was probably just seeping into his performance for her. It just felt a little intense for a one on one tour.

As they discussed their favourite records she felt even more at ease so she didn’t mind as he steered her away from the market towards Berner Street and the site of the third victim. 

‘The double incident,’ he said with a flourish of his arms. ‘The only time the Ripper was ever nearly caught in action. A tired man returning from work with his horse and cart. Only able to find his way in the dark because he knew the streets like the back of his hand. If only he had had a light he would have come face to face with a legend. But that didn’t stop our Jack, did it? No he was not content with just slashing that woman’s throat so we move on, as he did that night.’ He took her by the hand, excitedly pulling her along until they reached Mitre’s Square. ‘And here, he committed his most impressive feat. In only fifteen minutes he performed a full disembowelment, smeared the corpse with faeces, mutilated her reproductive system, removed part of her kidney, too take as a trophy perhaps.’ As the list went on she felt more and more nauseous she swallowed down the taste of bile in her throat.

‘I hope she was dead before he did that to her.’ The least she could hope was that she hadn’t been in pain. ‘The poor woman.’

‘But that wasn’t all! No, he added something extra this time. He cut into her face leaving her almost unrecognisable and took her ear lobes as well. Whether he had planned to do the same to the first of that night's victims or if his near discovery sent him into a frenzy but it was clear that he was escalating and would only continue his reign of terror.’ He didn’t even acknowledge her comment even though he was looking at her intensely and she felt her anxiety creeping back.

‘Shall we continue?’ He asked, snapping back to the here and now. ‘The last place on our tour and the location of Jack’s most brutal canonical murder.’ He gestures for her to follow him and she is once again relieved to see more people around. They quickly arrived at White’s row. 

‘This area has been completely rebuilt since the 1800’s’ He explains as they slow to a stroll. He stops about half way down the road looking up at the row of buildings in front of them. ‘But after comparing maps both new and old this was the location of the Ripper’s first and only indoor murder and the first with any degree of privacy here in the squalid rented room of Annie Chapman. He took his time, her clothes and shoes neatly folded in the corner and she was laid out on the bed open from thigh to chest. Her uterus, intestines and one breast piled together pillowing her head. Her other breast and liver were resting at her feet then either side her intestine and spleen were laid out. The removed skin had been as carefully folded as her clothes and left on her bedside table. But her face was the worst of the lot, completely destroyed to the point of being unrecognisable as human. Apart from her eyes, which were completely untouched and stared up at anyone who looked upon her mutilated body with a look of pure terror.’ 

She swallowed as nausea rose within her once again. She hoped he wasn’t this graphic when touring with the public, the dreamy grin on his face as he described the fate of the last poor women disturbed her most of all though. 

‘I think that’s about as much talk of murder as I can handle for one night.’ She nervously laughed trying to ease her own tension more than anything. ‘How about we head to that pub we saw a while back? Drinks are on you though. I saw that couple slip you some notes.’ She would rather go home actually but for now her main priority was to be around other people and not be stuck down a quiet residential street with a serial killer’s number one fanboy.

He turned to her still with the far away smile.

‘Do you know what date it is today?’ She didn’t like that he didn’t even acknowledge her question. 

‘Um the 8th of November?’ She was unsure why it was relevant but his smile grew wider.

‘It sure is. And that is also why I just had to do this with you tonight.’ She racked her brains to try and remember why that date would be relevant.

‘And um why is that?’ She wasn’t sure she really wanted to know.

‘Tonight it is exactly 134 years since the last murder. How could I pass up this opportunity?’ He was walking towards her now and she felt her heart rate increase. He got closer and closer and she felt rooted to the spot. ‘No one has ever really shown interest in this before Sam, and then you message me and ask to learn more about him just days before. I felt almost like fate.’ He was close enough now that he could place his hands on her shoulders and every instinct in her was screaming at her to run but she couldn’t move. He continued coming closer and closer until he brushed his lips over hers so gently but she could barely feel it, face entirely numb from fear. 

‘I thought to myself that’s potential wife material right there! Now what were you saying about getting a drink?’ Whatever crazed fog had been over him before had disappeared in an instant giving her emotional whiplash. She gasped in a breath as she realised no she wasn’t about to get murdered to honour Jack the Ripper, she was just on a date with a weirdly intense nerd and she had to blink away the tears of relief that formed in her eyes. 

‘Yeah right, come on then.’ She takes him by the hand and leads him back in the direction they came.

Later on the train home she deletes tinder. Never again.

[jodilinbio]

Part 47

Written in 2012

2012 turned out to be one of our best years, though it came with significant losses. This time, it wasn’t about financial or material loss—it was about death. I find myself almost wondering who might be next.

On February 24th, my father passed away. Then, on September 23rd, my mother followed. On October 15th, my beloved Italian foster mom died, and on December 21st, my brother Larry succumbed to liver cancer.

We also lost two pet rats—first Tinkerboy, then a baby rat we’d adopted to keep Romeo, Tink’s replacement, company. Sugar has since joined us to fill Julien’s place.

In January, Nane and I reconciled and I’m in touch with her, others I’ve mentioned, as well as Becky and Maria from Valleyhead.

In the spring, Tom secured a new job with excellent pay and benefits, even though the hours are tough. With this stability, I was finally able to address my dental needs, getting cavities filled and a bridge to replace a tooth I’d lost back in Oregon.

June brought an unexpected shock: Kim proved to be worse than Molly in some ways. I’d known she was a bit odd and not particularly sharp, but I never anticipated she’d turn into a relentless stalker. Alison and I both cut ties with her. While she’s left Alison alone—likely because Alison has since joined the FBI—she continues to target me anonymously on a question-and-answer site.

Kim’s excessive behaviors and repetitive questions were always annoying, but what truly disturbed me was her lack of empathy and respect. Her fascination with celebrities and role-playing, something we were aware of, became problematic when she started impersonating celebrities on sites like Twitter. This was more than just fondness—it was an obsession. When confronted, she would immediately deny it, deactivate her account, and become highly defensive—a classic guilty reaction, as Aly observed.

Aly suspected that Kim was anonymously asking her rude and personal questions on the question site as well. When I realized Kim was likely behind it, based on her activity on the site, she reacted as she usually did when caught and called out: she blocked me on Facebook. I thought that would be the end of it, but I was wrong. Confronting her only caused her to follow and bully us everywhere.

If I’d known that confronting her would provoke this crap, I’d have quietly distanced myself as Aly did. I now see that the woman I once considered a friend held a hidden resentment toward me—and likely toward others as well. Gone are any feelings of sympathy for her and I can see why her older sister has custody of her. She likely has some form of retardation.

Kim has now resorted to pestering me under anonymity, reaching out not just as celebrities but as people Aly and I actually know. Though her questions are often harmless and casual, the fact that she won’t respect my requests to leave me alone is deeply troubling. It’s even more bothersome when she tries to contact Andy. He may not mind, but I do. I’ve had to keep my Facebook friends list hidden and restrict my profile to friends only for privacy so they don’t end up being harassed just for being connected to me.

Molly now lives in a group home and may have issues, but she’s only ever been Molly. Molly seldom contacts me and doesn’t hide behind anonymity.

After four years of dealing with Molly and seven months of Kim, I wonder how much longer this will continue. If Molly becomes problematic again, I could potentially report her to her group home. But with Kim, there’s no one to hold accountable except herself.

With my parents’ deaths came a newfound resentment toward them that surpasses anything I’ve ever felt. Their masks were stripped away, and the false “wealthy” image they tried so hard to project was exposed when it was discovered that my mother—likely without my father’s knowledge—had gone on a credit card spree in their final years. Maybe they were never truly wealthy, but they were quite comfortable most of their lives, and they could’ve done more to help me if they’d cared enough. When I saw photos of their beautiful condo, I felt more resentment than happiness for them. They lived well while my husband and I struggled in a rundown trailer, even though we worked as hard—if not harder—to get ahead.

When they rescued us from homelessness in 2007, I was immensely grateful, feeling almost as if I owed them my life despite their past treatment. But as time went on, I realized they hadn’t always been there for me when I truly needed them. Yes, they helped in 2007, but where were they when I needed rescuing from institutions like Brattleboro Retreat or Valleyhead? Or when I was living in poverty on disability and food stamps in the slums?

In the end, Dad’s heart gave out as we’d expected it might someday, and shortly afterward, my mother suffered a stroke and lost the will to live. They were both cremated, but I refused my mom’s ashes. I cried a little when Dad passed but didn’t shed a tear for Mom or Larry, nor will I ever.

Have you ever suddenly come to a realization about something? For years, I’d wondered whether she gave me up or if the State took me away. Then, out of the blue one day, the answer hit me as I thought back on my last morning at home before the State took over. She gave me up. That’s why she was so determined to get me up for school and out to the bus that morning, even though I insisted I didn’t feel well.

Once I got older, more mature, and able to see her for who she truly was, it all made sense. Her behavior aligned with everything I’d come to understand about her; after all, she never wanted me around to begin with.

Anyway, their vehicle, store, and condo were recently sold off, bit by bit. Despite their shortcomings, it was sad to see parts of their lives being sold one by one. I may receive a small inheritance, though nothing near what they’d led me to expect over the years. I’ve had my hopes dashed about money before, but this time will be the last.

I assumed I would drift away from my remaining family entirely after my parents’ deaths, but life doesn’t always go as expected. Surprisingly, Tammy and I have grown closer, and I now keep in touch with two of my four nieces.

Jennifer has allowed her father’s lies to keep her away, Lisa has some serious issues, and I have a nephew I don’t know or care to know. Only God knows how many children Larry fathered before he passed—he was a bit of a ladies’ man. He married a 21-year-old named Stefanie, and they had a son named Jason. Most would agree that 21 is too young to have a child and 58 is too old, but that was Larry for you—a great sense of humor and quite a character.

Tammy and I have always been different in many ways, but enduring the same abusive upbringing has created a bond between us. She’s let me vent and cry, and she and her husband, Mark, plan to visit us soon.

Even my extended family has reached out. I’m now connected with cousins Philip, Sharyn, Michelle, and Norma on Facebook. My Aunt Ruth, Uncle Ronnie, and other cousins still ignore me, but that’s okay. I only want people in my life who truly want to be there, and I only want to be part of the lives of those who want me in theirs.

The hardest loss was Anne’s, my Italian foster mom. Though I only stayed with her briefly when I was 16, she and her husband, Harry, left a permanent, treasured mark on my heart. They were the parents I never had but always wished for.

The way I discovered Mom’s passing was almost surreal. She popped into my mind out of the blue one day, and I was flooded with memories and dreams of my time with her. I tried searching for her, but it was as if she had disappeared. I hoped that since I couldn’t find an obituary, she must still be alive. Deep down, though, I think I knew otherwise.

Later, while studying Italian, I realized I’d been misspelling her maiden and married names. When I searched again, I found her obituary and burst into tears. I was too late. She had passed peacefully at 81, surrounded by family. It was a bittersweet comfort to know she hadn’t suffered, and I was surprised to learn Harry was still alive. Unsure if he had an online presence at his age, I decided to write him a letter.

I regret not staying in touch and not having the chance to say goodbye. But the night before I discovered her obituary, I had a strong feeling—could it have been her spirit saying goodbye? Was it a psychic moment, or just a strange coincidence? Even one of the rats acted out of character, leaping from my arms as if suddenly startled by something unseen. Who knows if he sensed something I couldn’t. This wasn’t the first time someone popped into mind that I soon discovered recently passed.

Aside from a possible unexpected onset of menopause (I’m over two weeks late), Tom and I are in good health and are excited to buy a mobile home in a 55+ community this year!

[17illiteratebees]

🎀 list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your moots or followers <3

1. my cat!!! he is everything to me

2. creating and looking at art, and trying out new mediums. right now i’ve been crocheting a lot and doing pixel art, but ive done a lot of drawing (esp w colored pencils), painting, digital art, writing and just various crafting throughout my life! i’m not very good but it’s fun

3. video games. right now i’m playing who’s lila & the sims 4 a lot

4. hanging out w people! i mostly do nothing all day (on that unemployment grindset) so i love getting the opportunity to yap

5. music! i have to wear noise cancelling headphones everywhere bc of my autism so i end up listening to a lot of music. right now im listening to the new mxmtoon album and julien baker a lot

[brandogenius]

hii! just wanted to let you know that your work is incredible, i love reading everything you put out.

could you write some headcannons on jb with an anxious reader that’s maybe overwhelmed by everything that’s going on in her life? <33

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! oh my god you don’t know how happy that made me!! i’m so glad you like my work! i love your stuff as well, lovely! you’re work is immaculate *chefs kiss*

of course i can write that!

‼️RPF ‼️

HC - julien x anxious reader

- julien knows you suffer from anxiety and knows how to stop it before it gets worse

- julien has been able to notice when you’re spiralling / about to go into an anxiety attack. from scratching at your arms or running your hands over your collarbones / neck in an agitated manner she is quick to step in

- in public spaces it’s almost the same as well. you’d immediately grab onto juliens hand or hold onto the back of her coat / shirt as she guides both of you through the crowds to somewhere more quiet.

- big crowds were never your thing. claustrophobic if you will. it’ll make you panic and go into an anxiety attack so julien tries to avoid it as much as possible.

- “just hold onto my hand princess. you trust me right? i won’t let anything happen to you” and she sticks to her word.

- will try to find a quiet place for you to relax and calm yourself down

- getting anxious at home can be a bit more different opposed to in the public eye.

- you end up breaking down one night from an exam you’re studying in college. the pressure of your grades and the weight of the exam sits heavily in your stomach.

- julien was quick to notice. you hunched over the small desk in the corner. julien noticed you weren’t really studying more staring into space.

- not getting a reply from you, she was quick to place a hand on your shoulder. moving quickly into action.

- “c’mere baby, how about we rest for a bit? we can study together later”

- gathering you into her arms moving to the bed she bundles up together with you and the blankets

- unable to really form much words you just end up letting out tears. jb understand though. “take your time, let it all out”

- about of praise, reassurance too. you always need to be reassured. it helps ground you and bring you back

- “i love you so much baby. you’re doing so well”

- rubbing your back, hands in your hair, gentle kisses to your lips, cheek, nose, forehead everywhere.

- you end up tiring yourself out but calming down a bit more, feeling ready to talk to julien

- my god is she patient. you could be here all night refusing to talk and julien would be ok with it. she’d rather take all the time in the world to make sure you’re ok than you being uncomfortable or still anxious.

- jb knows what it’s like to have anxiety. the unsettling pit of dread and fear in your stomach. she wishes she could take it away from you.

- you end up having a heart to heart with julien for a couple of hours. sharing what made you upset.

- julien tries to help, asking what she can do to help you in the future, what can she improve.

- she knows these exams are taking a toll on your mental health. deciding once you’re finished the last of your exams she’ll treat you to a nice weekend away. some time together without the worry or fear of exams or in the public eye.

[thecaptain102]

BBC Ghosts Thomas Thorne x (selfish) Self-Insert - Chapter 1

I am currently obsessed with Thomas Thorne from BBC Ghosts, and I want us to fall in love so I'm making this.

Author’s Note: I've never really written fanfiction but my love for Thomas Thorne from BBC Ghosts is making me do it. I will be using my own name because he consumes my thoughts, so if anyone does read this for some reason you can replace my name with yours if it bothers you. There might be grammar errors, but hopefully not. Enjoy, I guess? :)

Link to the outfit Mckenna wears when she arrives at Button House --> https://www.pinterest.com/pin/595812225716576534/

Mckenna Addams has had the gift of Sight ever since she was little. She could see ghosts everywhere she went, and it didn't bother her in the slightest. She even has some ghosts in her childhood home that kept her company and become part of the family. But, Mckenna has been looking for a change from her somewhat boring life in Texas, in her somewhat boring apartment.

Imagine her surprise when a certain video was trending on Twitter. A girl wearing a yellow hoodie that seemed to say 'Butt Ho' made her laugh but also intrigued her when she listened more to the girl's story. "Button House", she thought, "hm". Mckenna found a link to the Button House website that gave more information about the house and how Alison Cooper (she now knew her name) and her husband were trying to turn it into a hotel.

But as she scrolled down, she saw that they were looking for more intimate help with renovating Button House, someone that could be available to help at any time, which led to this being a live-in position to make it easier. Without another thought, she sent them an email asking if this position has been filled, and just as soon as she sent it, a reply came back.

"Looks like I'm moving to England!"

TIME SKIP TO 2 WEEKS LATER

"Hurry up Mike! We have to get everything cleaned up before Mckenna gets here" Alison told Mike as she was making sure everything looked just right.

"I know" Mike sighed as he was sweeping up the living room. Mike and Alison were surprised when they actually got a reply to their help wanted post on the website but also relieved that they didn't have to do all of the work by themselves. The Ghosts were also buzzing with excitement, well only Kitty was, everyone else was not too sure about this idea.

"Alison, I do not see why we need a stranger in this house when you and Mike are perfectly capable of doing it yourselves." Captain said with Lady Button nodding in agreement.

"You know Mike and I need more hands around here and ones that we can count on. We're going to do a trial week anyways to see how she does" Alison explained to the ghosts as she was tidying up. They all still didn't look too convinced, but it was too late as a knock was heard at the door.

"Oh! That must be Mckenna" Mike said to Alison as she followed him excitedly to the door. Alison and Mike composed themselves as soon as Alison swung open the door revealing an also very excited Mckenna. As soon as Thomas saw Mckenna, time stopped still, and he had to somehow catch his breath as she was welcomed by the only two living people in this house.

"It's so nice to meet y'all in person!" Mckenna exclaimed as she went in for a hug with Alison and then Mike which caught them off guard.

"Oh god! She's a Yankee!" Lady Button yelled in despair.

"At least she's good looking" Julien smirked as he straightened his tie.

"It really is. Thank you so much for contacting us, we really needed the help" Alison said.

"It's no problem! Uhh, my back is killing me from the flight" Mckenna sighed as she straightened out her back.

"That bad huh?" Mike questioned as he grabbed her bags and walked them into the living room while the two girls (and the ghosts) followed.

"10 hours next to a chatterbox? Yeah, it wasn't the best" Thomas hasn't looked away from Mckenna since she walked through the door. He has never felt anything like this before, not even with Isabelle or Alison. As Mckenna sat on the couch across from where Alison and Mike were sitting, he couldn't stop the bewildered gaze as he continued to stare at her.

"Who is this siren that has stolen my gaze? This enchanting creature that makes me want to sing out to the heavens" Thomas dramatically proclaimed while never leaving her side which made all of the other ghosts sigh.

"Here we go again," Robin said as Thomas sat next to Mckenna, still staring at her. Alison rolled her eyes at Thomas's antics as she listened to what Mike and Mckenna were saying.

"So, that's all we still need to finish in the house and hopefully with your help it will get done faster," Mike said as he finished explaining the future plans for Button House.

"This place is going to look amazing when we’re finished!" Mckenna said confidently as she gave them a thumbs up, which made them feel somewhat relieved. There was a quiet moment as Mckenna was looking around the room.

"This place really is beautiful. The pictures you have online don't do it justice" Mckenna said, "At least she has some taste", Lady Button said as the Captain agreed with her. As Mckenna was done taking in her surrounding, she looked back at Alison and Mike and asked,

"This place is haunted, right?" To say everyone was stunned was an understatement as Mike and Alison scrambled to form an answer. Thomas became even more intrigued with her as he looked at her, at Alison and the other ghosts, and then back to Mckenna. But as soon as he looked back at her, Mckenna whipped her head to stare directly at Thomas and yelled,

"BOO!" Thomas jumped and screamed so high; that he almost touched the ceiling. He felt he had a heart attack even though that wasn't possible. The other ghosts had a mini heart attack as well as they were also not expecting that. While Thomas was trying to catch his breath, Mckenna was laughing her ass off as Mike was the only one confused about what was happening.

"Hahahaha I'm sorry," Mckenna said between breaths, "I couldn't help myself," She said as she wiped a tear from her eye.

"You can see them?" Alison questioned.

"Yeah," Mckenna said as she finally managed to calm herself down, "I've been able to see ghosts ever since I was little" She explained as Mike grumbled,

"Great, another person who can see ghosts"

[just-a-fun-loving-girl]

Hypocrite

Otto “Obie” Bergmann IV x Platonic!Reader

warnings: swearing - not much

“You know its late, right?” I said, rubbing my right eye, slightly, letting the curly haired boy in. 

The boy dropped his coat on the couch and sat down, sighing, “I know. I’m sorry. With Audrey’s mom being in the hospital and Aki helping her and his dad- oh my god, did you know that Aki is-”

“Yes,” I said, interrupting him. “But its nice to know that I’m your second choice.”

He looked at me so fast and immediately said, “That’s not what I meant.” I smiled at him and walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of vodka and two glasses in the cabinet, next to the fridge. I handed him one of the glass and poured him one. “So, what was so important that you needed to disturb my beauty sleep.”

“My mom, Zoya, Julien, everything going on,” he replied, tossing his head back. I took a deep breath and sat down next to him, “Otto, you’re a hypocrite.’

He turned to me very fast and then retorted, “What?!”

“I have a feeling on what the problem is,” I continued, “I’m guessing Julien told her little sister how she met your mother and said little sister saw the mommy’s boy.”

Obie started to look everywhere but me, “Maybe...”

“Look, O, I love you, you’re my best friend but you’re all talk,” I said to him, “You’re family is one of the most powerful people out there and are the ones who are causing these renovations, per say, and you’re passionate about these people and care about them but you are afraid to speak up and stand up to your own parents.”

“You don’t understand-” he started. 

“I don’t understand?!” I exclaimed, “O, I’m the one who fucking understands it the most. Having the pressure of being born into such powerful family. I’m an l/n. L/n are the largest realtor moguls out there, has one of the the biggest hotel and casino chains. But at least I’m not afraid to speak up or open my wallet. You may give up your watch or buy food for the protesters but never once did you ever try to get the land or give them compensation for what your family is doing.”

He looked at me and then took a shot. “You know the others have one open account that they all contribute to and its for a bunch of charities.”

Obie turned to me bewildered, “Seriously?” I nodded after taking my shot. “Yup! Me, Julien, Max, Audrey, Luna, Aki in secret, of course, hell, even Monet.”

“No shit?!” he swore. “Yes, shit. You may think we don’t care but we do.” I replied, “Maybe its time to show your mother the real Obie. The Obie, me and Aki love, our best friend. The guy Zoya likes and the guy Julien likes.”

He nodded and put the glass down. “Thanks, y/n.” He gets up and puts on his coat. And before he can go out, I yelled, “Don’t play with them.”

He turned and cocked his head to the side and asked, “What?”

“Julien and Zoya,” I paused. I stood and walked over to him, “You like them both. Actually, you never stopped loving Julien. You know I’m starting to think you’re just using Zoya to make Julien to the person you want her to be.”

“What- I don’t what are you-”

“They’re sisters. Sisters who have been looking to have that sibling relationship but can’t because of their fathers but now that they can don’t ruin that,” I interrupted. “Please.”

He stared at me for a few seconds then nodded. He walked out the door and I before I closed the door, I pulled on his coat and whispered, “Promise?”

“I’ll try.” He answered then walked away. I closed the door and sighed and whispered to myself, “This is not gonna end well.”

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

just saw the trailer for the gossip girl reboot and where was monet in that also everyone is apparently BI and making out with each other they are really trying so hard to make this show not get cancelled with being fake woke and giving us yt gay rep like we needed more of that!

trying so hard to be woke and giving us yt gays like we want that or care about it when it’s literally everywhere this could have been amazing if they had dark skin black bi kids but no it’s the usual yt gays and yt rich kids! and y’all gonna eat it up and have it get 10+ seasons

she the only trending and above gossip girl too

right like we watching for her and she didn’t even show up on the trailer instead and gave us yt gays like we asked for it! couldn’t give us black people now this mess I cant I hate it here!!

are their any secrets other then all of them make out with each other because that’s not big enough mess for gossip girl to care about! they said we have all of them get together but not season after season just all of them at once I couldnt even see who I wanted to ship but it’s monetobi superior gossip girl reboot ship wbk

monet obi, monet aki best couples ships already I see the light and best characters to was hype for zoya luna julien but they weren’t really giving me anything in the trailer I’m afraid!

wait I said they would be the hottest couple next to aki and monet! I never lose when I get this ship!! monet and Obie Endgame now!

when money fucks otto snd takes the crown and she has everything she wants exactly my girl and boy winning! he don’t want zoya he is using zoya to distract Julien from the fact he’s in love with monet and she is taking over! giving me dair vibes exactly me getting my ship this time

when I get monet aki and otto in a ot3 poly ship then what literally the only people I care about and most interesting characters the rest can go home I’m sorry but what y’all brining to the table I would cared for luna and julien if they weren’t so fuck*ng boring and bland plz