#i'm so sorry to respond to this post with a photo of myself

[takoto]

Went somewhere important today

[royalarchivist]

YD: Ahh, so adorable. I recorded some stuff, like them trying yukke. [Reading chat] Right? I was flabbergasted when I heard his age! I didn’t know that he was… 20 years old??? He was also shocked when I told him my age. I don’t really ask their ages when I’m talking to foreigners, we’re just friends, ‘cause they don’t have distinct honorific and informal languages like we do. And he guessed I was like, 23? [Laughs] I laughed my ass off.

YD: These kids are polite. They seem very polite, don’t they? Especially after hearing how old I am. It feels like they’re saying, “Yes ma’am, it’s very delightful.” So cute, and they seemed like they really enjoyed their meal.

YD talked about meeting up with Tubbo while he was in Korea and shares two videos of them eating food at a Korean BBQ place!

MASSIVE thank you to @Forgetmelotz on Twitter, who translated and subtitled this video and gave me permission to share it on Tumblr! Please make sure to give the original video a like.

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YD: So I was planning to have a dinner with Kei [a Kpop Idol / Singer], but unexpectedly, there's a foreigner friend I met on QSMP named Tubbo, he's from the UK, and apparently he's visiting Korea. And he posted an Instagram story about it. I saw it and was like "Wait, are you coming to Korea?" and it [Tubbo's post] even says Korea blah blah within the date two days after my birthday. So I sent him a DM and he responded with "Haven't you seen my Twitter DM?"

YD: I recently distanced myself a little from Instagram and Twitter for a while, yeah I didn't check my phone that often, and it turns out he messaged me about 3 - 4 days ago saying "YD, I'm flying to Korea! Blah blah–" so I was like "Oh, oh... I'm sorry I didn't see that!" and I checked the DM the day before he arrived here... I told him that I am so sorry and asked if I can meet him in person.

* [Translation note: this can also mean the other way around, ie: he may have asked her if they could meet in person]

YD: So we ended up seeing [each other] on the 21st. I was supposed to have dinner with Kei, so I told her "but my friend from abroad... is in Korea now... what should I do..." and we rescheduled the dinner to inviting her to come over next week. So um, the, right– Tubbo, Tubbo's friend [Eryn], Seoneng [one of YD's crew members] and Kang-si [YD's husband] the 5 of us had dinner together.

YD: We went to a Korean BBQ place. I was searching through restaurants thinking “Uh… which Korean restaurant should I take these foreigners to so that they would be super impressed?” [YD thanks a dono] Yeah, I was searching hard and so I asked Ryeori. You know the Kwak tori & Ryeori couple? Ryeori the hair designer, I asked him, “Reyori, I’m trying to buy a dinner for my foreigner friend, do you have any recommendations for where I should bring him?” and he started listing up like Michelin star-rated pork gukbap restaurants and stuff. Then he also tells me that it’s really difficult to find an actual Korean restaurant in Hongdae, like it’s difficult to find a decent place. There are mostly fusion Korean food [places]. But then he goes, “Oh, hey, this place looks fine” and recommends me this Korean BBQ restaurant. I decided to bring them there and fed them.

YD: The reason I liked that place was that they sell doenjang-jjigabe, galbi-tang, jeyuk bokkeum, and other dishes as well as their main menu, the beef KBBQ. The banchans [side dishes] were also served neatly, they even had japchae, they sold yukke. Obviously there are better Korean restaurants outside of Hongdae, but their hotel was located there. It wasn’t like he had a car here, so I was trying to meet them somewhere they can just walk to. So Hongdae it was. On top of that, YD 4-cuts is also located in Hongdae.** So I thought it would be the best to just eat out here. And while we were eating, I’ve recorded some videos.

** [Note: This is a photo booth event with custom YD frames, as show in the background of this video]

YD: [Scrolls through to find the videos and laughs] Ahh, so adorable. I recorded some stuff, like them trying yukke. [Reading chat] Right? I was flabbergasted when I heard his age! I didn’t know that he was… 20 years old??? He was also shocked when I told him my age. I don’t really ask their ages when I’m talking to foreigners, we’re just friends, ‘cause they don’t have distinct honorific and informal languages like we do. [She thanks another dono] And he guessed I was like, 23? [Laughs] I laughed my ass off.

[YD plays a video she took of Tubbo and Eryn at the restaurant]

Tubbo: Oh, ok. [?]: You should tell them how to eat it together.  Tubbo: You’re overestimating my chopstick skill.  [?]: Here. [Passes Tubbo some of the meat]  Tubbo: Oh, thank you. [?]: And here, together. Tubbo: Ok. [Takes a bite] Waitress: With this vegetable. Tubbo: Mm, it’s really sweet! [?]: Foreigners quite like it. Eryn: [Reaches over and tries some food too, struggling a bit with his chopsticks] [?]: Unexpected, right? [?]: Oh, they like yukke? [?]: They just need to get used to it. Waitress: I will grill and hand it over to you, so please help yourselves. [?]: Ok, thank you. Eryn: [Tries more food and gives it a thumbs-up] [?]: Hm, good?! Tubbo and Eryn: Yeah! Tubbo: So far 10/10.

[The video ends]

YD: These kids are polite. They seem very polite, don’t they? Especially after hearing how old I am. It feels like they’re saying, “Yes ma’am, it’s very delightful.” So cute, and they seemed like they really enjoyed their meal. They were eating it up. They drank soju, they ate some noodles, and even doenjang-jjigae. I’ve heard foreigners don’t really like the taste of doenjang-jjigae, but they ate pretty much [all] of it. The restaurant also had pot rice, so I made them try that too. They ate that well too.

[YD plays the second video she recorded of them at the restaurant]

Tubbo: Go crazy ok, yeah! Alright.

YD: We ordered naengmyeon for a palate cleanser too. We ordered a lot.

Tubbo: [Struggles to cut the noodles with the scissors that were handed to him]

YD: He’s asking why we cut the noodles.

Tubbo: [Manages to cut the noodles] Kang-si [?]: Ok, and- and– [does chopstick motion] Tubbo: [Laughs] What am I gonna need?  Eryn: Chopsticks? Kang-si [?]: Yeah. YD [?]: Chopsticks, mm. Eryn: [To Tubbo] You go first. Tubbo: [Inaudible] Why is it cold? YD [?]: Oh, because the noodle is cold.

YD: Yeah, he found it interesting that the noodle is cold.

Tubbo: [He struggles with his chopsticks] Oh no, oh no… [Everyone laughs] Kang-si [?]: Very difficult. Ok! Tubbo: [Manages to fish some noodles out and holds his hand under them so they don’t splash everywhere as he transports them to his bowl] Seoneng [?]: Oh, uh, oh! It might be difficult for them to eat that. YD [?]: Hm? Kang-si [?]: Do you want some, Seoneng? Gimme the chopsticks, I’ll share you some. Eryn: [To Tubbo] Slippery. How did you get it?  Kang-si [?]: I’ll give you some, hand me the chopsticks. Seoneng [?]: Can I hand you mine? Just a small amount, please.

YD: They mimicked how Kangseok [Kang-si, YD’s husband] handles the noodles. Like, picking up the noodles like this and moving it to your dish.

Tubbo: That’s why you’re better than me (?).

YD: That’s Seoneng.

Kang-si [?]: Here’s your chopsticks, Seoneng. Eryn: I think this is enough. YD [?]: Oh, he’s taking some to his dish. Seoneng [?]: He learned. Tubbo: Do you like, spin 'em? Seoneng [?]: Scissors? Kang-si [?]: Like– [He holds up his chopsticks and shows them how to do it. Ok. OK! Eryn: [Picks up only a few noodles, which dangle] Seoneng [?]: Good! Tubbo: Maybe I did- I did a sht job of cutting, I'm sorry. Eryn: That's ok. Doing good.

YD: It had a nice atmosphere.

Eryn: Bravo. Tubbo: Oh, thank you. YD [?]: The noodles might be a bit slippery for them to...

YD: They really struggled to pick the noodles up. They asked why we cut the noodles then proceeds to eat like that 'cuz it's too long.

YD [?]: Shall we cut it? Kang-si [?]: Eryn? [He leans forward and cuts Eryn's noodles with scissors]

YD: –So we had to cut it for him like he's a baby.

[Everyone laughs] Eryn: It kept on moving!

[The video ends]

YD: [Laughs] Ah, so cute. It was fun. So we tried various dishes together. And uh, UK– UK– both of them are from the UK, but they didn't know there is a viral series of British students trying Korean food,*** so I told them "Seeing how you react to unfamiliar foods, like... How do I put this? You were very polite trying these out, not making any weird disgusted noises (so you can go viral too)." They didn't refuse anything. Well, they also said that this was the best Korean food they had so far. They might've been just being polite, but still, you know, they were... Hmm, very neat? Yeah. I get why he's so popular.

*** [Note: YT: Korean Englishman]

YD: Anyways, it was a lot of fun. After the meal, I asked them if they wanted to go take a YD 4-cut with us, explaining this is a trending form of birthday event amongst fans of younger generations in Korea where they rent and run a photobooth for their YouTuber / CCs / Influencers. I asked "It's close from here, you wanna go?" and he said yes. That's how we ended up taking a group photo. It wasn't planned beforehand.

YD: We arrived there– [Laughs] I tried, I knew it closes at 10pm, so I tried to visit there around then (to avoid people). So we got there around 9:30? And my fans were sitting there waiting for me. As soon as they spot me they go, "Wooooooo!!! It's so good to see you in person!!!" ...then they started crying, which made Tubbo and Eryn panic a bit. They were like "Wow YD, u a superstar! Whoa." [Laughs]

YD: No, 'cuz I told them that there might be a few fans because it's my birthday event, and they were OK with it. Well, he's also a Youtuber, so he wouldn't be too unfamiliar with this kinda situation I figure. But even though I warned [him] about it, they seemed a bit surprised as people started SOBBING, so Kangseok evacuated them all. He told them, "Let's get out and try some salted butter rolls while she..." The boys leave and get bread, and I go have a short conversation with my fans, take photos, give autographs... [Laughs]

YD: It was a LOT of fun. It was a memorable day.

The original VOD can be found here (please note that the video is only available to VIP members of YD's channel).

Timestamp for this conversation: ~12:30 - 23:00

[ddejavvu]

mvm where you’re sexting with hotch and it escalates to sending pictures and hotch feels so smug sending you a video but you call him and yell at him for not leaving the sound on in the video bc that’s the best part

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Aaron's rather proud of himself, considering how long he'd been out of the relationship game before you. He and Haley had never sexted, it was before their time. And he wasn't into hookups on dating apps, so he wasn't exactly used to snapping a dick pic and sending it on its way. Now though, he's responded to a photo of your new lingerie fashion show with a video of how he'd touched himself to it, and he's looking forward to your response.

It comes in the form of a call, and his dick is already stirring again in his pants from the thought of listening to you touch yourself. He's sure that's what it'll be, you moaning wantonly into the speaker while accentuating the lewd squelching sounds of your fingers in your wet cunt.

He picks it up, leaning back against the pillows on the hotel bed, "Hi, sweetheart."

"Aaron!" You shriek, and it's much less lustful than he'd anticipated, "What is wrong with you?!"

His heart nearly stops in his chest; what had he been thinking? He's out of the game, he's not some sort of expert, why had he been bold enough to send you such a lewd video? Oh god, what if you'd opened it in front of someone, or another person had opened it altogether, trying to take a message from him for you. He's not sure if he's ever going to be able to look you in the eyes again if you're upset with him for what he'd sent.

"Honey-" He scrambles for an excuse, "I- I'm sorry, I thought we were-"

"There's no sound?" You cut him off, "What kind of monster are you, Aaron? You tease me, you send me a video of you jacking yourself off, and you don't even let me hear it?"

He hadn't meant to leave the sound off. He hadn't made sure it was on, of course, but he hadn't considered at all that you'd be upset if it was off. Some of the panic clawing at his throat has subsided now, and he manages to stammer, "I didn't- I'm sorry, I didn't know it was off. Did- are you, uh-"

"How am I supposed to get myself off if I don't hear you, Aaron?" Your furious tone slips into a whiny whimper, "Talk to me, please? I need to get off, so bad. Talk to me, and- and I'll watch the video, okay? Please, I have to hear your voice."

If Aaron's pants were tightening before, they're fit to burst now. He nods, cheeks flushed and hand already drifting south, "Alright. Okay, honey, I'll talk you through it."

[pennymaykittensworld]

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Hiya! This is a blog dedicated to all of my fun little desires and fantasies. My name doesn't matter, so you can call me whatever you like (I respond well to baby, baby girl, and slut🤭). I'm an eighteen year old virgin exploring her naughty side.

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[storiesforallfandoms]

icdiwabh ~ joseph quinn

word count: 3688

request?: no

description: after finding out that her recently broken up with ex is already in a new relationship, she puts on a happy face for the public. but she can't do the same with him

pairing: joseph quinn x female!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty angst, rpf, use of y/n

based on this song

masterlist (one, two, three)

To give her credit, my best friend and guitarist, Chloe, tried her best to keep me from looking at my phone before our show. And it was working. I didn't even think anything of it, just that we were goofing off before a show as usual.

And then my phone chimed with a text from my mom. She always sent me a good luck text before a show. I unlocked my phone to respond, then saw that my social media notifications were blowing up more than usual.

I shouldn't have looked, but you know what they say about curiosity and the cat.

I opened Twitter to see I was being mentioned a lot. Mainly in replies to other tweets, and most of the tweets were along the lines of, "What happened to @(Y/U/N)?" I clicked on one to see what that context was, and was brought to a tweet from Pop Crave.

"Joseph Quinn photographed on a date with Doja Cat," followed by various photos of my ex-boyfriend getting cozy with another woman.

I felt my heart drop and break into millions of pieces.

I know what you're thinking: why would seeing my ex moving on hurt so much? It's not like we were together. We were both free to see whoever we wanted now. But there were a few reasons this news was upsetting; for one, we had only broken up three months ago, which apparently is around the time when these pictures were taken. Second, Joseph had broken up with me due to the fact that I was a singer, which meant we didn't get to spend as much time together as either of us would've wanted. I understood at the time. I mean, of course the break up still hurt, but I kind of knew it was coming when things between us had felt different the last month or so of our relationship.

Then there was the biggest reason: Doja was the woman he told me not to worry about.

I am not joking.

Joseph and I were together when the whole Doja versus Noah stuff happened online. We both laughed about it at the time, and i had jokingly asked Joseph, "Should I worry about you getting stolen away by Doja Cat?" He had wrapped me in his arms, kissed me, and said of course not.

Obviously, that had changed.

Chloe found me just as the tears started to fall. She was quick to hug me and whisper comforting words.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry," she said. "But we have to get to the stage."

Performing was the last thing on my mind, but I had thousands of fans waiting for me. I couldn't let them down just because I was heartbroken.

I followed Chloe to take my place. I wiped the tears from my eyes, hoping my face wasn't too red or puffy. Our backstage crew passed me my microphone as the countdown for the show to start started in my earpiece. I took a deep, calming breath, pushing everything out of my mind. As the blinding stage lights hit me, I put on my best show smile.

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The next few weeks were tough. I had to go on a full social media hiatus, meaning I deleted all social media apps from my phone to keep myself from seeing any more updates on Joseph and Doja. Chloe took up posting on my accounts so no one suspected anything. We had already decided the best course of action was to ignore the questions and comments, and to pretend like the news didn't even hurt me.

But it did. It hurt me more than any words could ever describe. Having to go on stage two to three nights a week and sing the love songs I wrote about him made it even harder. I struggled to keep it together on stage sometimes. I saved the emotions for when I'd get back to the hotel or the tour bus. Then I'd be able to cry until my eyes hurt and were too heavy to stay awake.

Some nights were sleepless, though. On those nights, I'd usually just lay awake or try to use one of the streaming services on my phone to distract myself. One night, I found myself too hungry to be distracted. My stomach was rumbling enough that I could hardly hear the show I was watching. After some quick Googling, I found a 24 hour diner that seemed like it would be slow enough for me to go without being recgonized.

I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a baggy hoodie with the hood up to cover my face. I put my phone and my hotel room key in my pocket, and left to make my way to the diner.

As I expected, there weren't many people there. Maybe one table with two young ladies sat there, plus the workers. I kept my hood up anyways as I ordered, just in case. The host who took my order did look at me like he may have known who I was, but he didn't say anything.

My plan was to get my food and take it back to the hotel to eat it. But that plan was quickly changed when a familiar British voice said, "(Y/N)?"

I froze. There was no way he was actually here. It had to be a figment of my imagination. A hallucination made up by my misery over the breakup and his quick moving on.

But when I looked up, there he was. He was also in a hoodie and sweatpants, but was doing less to hide his identity. Actually, nothing to hide his identity. I couldn't help but glance around to make sure no one was looking at us or there was no paparazzi that had followed him and started snapping photos.

"How did you know it was me?" I asked, then realized it was a stupid question and winced at myself.

"That's...um...my hoodie."

I looked down and realized that he was right. I hadn't even noticed that I had it, even when I packed it for the tour.

"I was wondering where it went," he said with a little smile.

"Here it is," I said, lamely flourishing my hands. "I'd offer to give it back, but I'm not wearing anything underneath."

I saw him swallow at my comment. I thought I saw a tinge of pink creeping onto his cheeks, but I figured it must've been the lighting or something. There was no way I could still make him blush when he obviously had no feelings for me anymore.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm in town shooting the Fantastic Four movie," he explained. "I just finished a late shoot, so I stopped in for something to eat. What are you doing here?"

"I had a show tonight. I couldn't sleep, and I'm hungry. So..." I did my lame flourish again.

"Oh yes. The post-show adrenaline."

I ground my teeth to keep from saying anything. The weeks of sadness and misery suddenly vanished and became anger. I was angry at him for reminding me that he knew me so well. That we had shared memories on sleepless nights like this. I was also angry that he didn't think our breakup and his quick moving on would be the cause of my sleeplessness. Did he think I didn't know? Or just that I'd be okay with him and his new girlfriend mere weeks after our two year long relationship ended?

I just shrugged in response.

My order was called and I quickly grabbed it. I turned to give Joseph a wave as a goodbye. I needed to get out of there and get back to my hotel room to wallow in my dispair.

But it seemed Joseph had other plans, as he stopped me before I could leave. "Do you want to sit? Maybe...catch up?"

"Is that a good idea?" I asked.

"I don't see why it wouldn't be."

"You don't want your new girlfriend to see paparazzi photos of you with your ex."

There, it was finally out. No more tiptoeing around the topic.

It seemed to have its desired effect as Joseph was now awkwardly shuffling. He rubbed the back of his neck, which was now undoubtably turning pink. "So, you've heard."

"Of course I heard!" I snapped. I glanced around again, realizing I was raising my voice. "Your pictures are everywhere, and I'm being tagged in them cause we never told everyone we had broken up."

"I'm sorry you had to find out that way."

I scoffed. "How else was I going to find out? Were you going to call me and tell me you were dating the girl you said wasn't a threat to our relationship?"

He sighed. Before he could say anything else, they called that another order was ready, and evidently it was his. It was also packed in a to go bag, so he clearly had no intentions of staying either. With any luck, he'd drop this stupid idea of sitting down for a "catch up" and let me leave to deal with all the emptions I was feeling.

But of course, luck was not on my side.

Joseph grabbed his food and turned back to me. "Just...sit with me for 15 minutes at least. Let me explain."

Even though I very much wanted an explanation, I said, "You don't have to explain anything."

"Just...please, (Y/N)."

And that's how I found myself sat in a booth that was tucked away, in the middle of the night with my ex-boyfriend.

It was a bad idea, and I knew that. Besides the fact that I definitely should not be sitting down with the ex that I had been in shambles over for weeks, it was also a bad idea publicity wise. Joseph wasn't trying to hide himself. Anyone could see us and snap a picture, or call paparazzi to make a quick buck. Even with me trying to hide myself, someone would eventually put the pieces together to realize it was me. Then we'd have a whole new shit show on our hands.

I opened my food and started to eat. There was no point in letting it go cold and completely ruin my night. Joseph wasn't as quick to do the same. He was watching me. When I realized he wasn't eating, I made a gesture for him to start talking.

"Is there anything specific you want to know?" he asked.

Well, that was a stupid question. There was a lot I wanted to know. So much so that I knew we'd be here way longer than 15 minutes if I asked it all.

I decided to ask him the most prominent question on my mind: "Did you leave me for her?"

He seemed stunned by my question. "No! No, of course I didn't. Why would you think that?"

I gave him a look. "Come on, Joseph. We both know why I'd think that."

He shuffled in his seat. "It's not like that."

"Then explain it. That's the whole reason I'm sat here."

So he did. He told me he met Doja (he used her real name, which made my stomach churn) at her concert. He had gone with a few friends, and when she found out he was there she brought them backstage to meet her. He swore it was all casual at first, that they were just friendly and were making light of the situation between her and Noah. When things started changing, he swore it was just a rebound thing.

"I never meant for it to become anything more," he insisted. "I was still so hurt. I just wanted something that would take my mind off of the pain."

I couldn't hold back the scoff that escaped my lips. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," I said. "I'm just so sorry to hear that you were hurting."

"What, you don't think our breakup was hard for me?"

"Weirdly enough, no, I didn't think you took things hard when you dumped me."

Joseph sighed. "It wasn't - "

"And you know what else?" I cut him off. "You told me you found it hard for us to be together because of our professions. And, honestly, I understood! If you weren't away filming, I was away touring. If you weren't doing press for a movie or show, I was doing press for an album. It wasn't easy, and while I was willing to go through those strifes for us, I did understand how it could be too difficult for you. But then you turned around, not even a month after you dumped me, and started dating another singer."

He was quiet. He couldn't even meet my eye.

I felt a lump forming in my throat, and my voice cracked as I said, "If you didn't love me anymore, you could've just said that."

He looked up at me quickly. "That's not - "

He was cut off again. Not by me this time, but by his phone. Someone was calling him. When I looked at the screen, I saw her name. It felt like a knife directly through my heart.

I packed my food and stood. Joseph looked like he was going to say something, but I put a hand up to stop him. "Answer your girlfriend, Joseph."

He didn't try to stop me when I left this time.

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As I expected, photos of Joseph and I got out. I didn't know to what extent as I still wasn't back on social media. My manager confronted me about it and I explained what had happened. She wasn't upset as I wasn't the one who hadn't been concealing my identity, and she agreed that the best course of action was just to ignore everything until it blew over.

Another two months passed and the tour finally ended. It became easier to perform as the time went on. Not completely easy, and I did have a night or two where I slipped up and got emotional on stage, but eventually I was able to put the meanings of my songs aside and just performed them for my fans. I knew some nights weren't as great as others, but I got through it, and finally I was going to have a break.

Chloe reluctantly agreed to let me have my social media back. I was still hurting a little, but I told her I couldn't isolate myself forever. It just wasn't healthy. Besides, I would need something to keep me occupied while I was home, besides just watching mind numbing reality TV. She finally relented when I told her she could watch me block the words "Joseph Quinn" and "Doja Cat" on all social media so that I wouldn't have to see any posts about them.

I was honestly surprised to find that I didn't want to look up anything to do with them. For a long time, the desire to know about their relationship was eating away at me. There were so many specifics I felt like I needed to know, but I eventually realized that I was just going to hurt myself further if I looked into them. Of course, I didn't completely stop thinking about Joseph. I didn't expect to. We had been together for two years, almost moved in with one another. I thought we were going to get married. You don't just let that go easily. But at least it was getting a little easier to live in a world where he was no longer mine.

On one particularly nice day, I decided to go out on the balcony to read. It was one of those fall days where the sun was out and there was a little heat coming from it, but not enough that it was unbearable. A slight breeze would blow through every so often, just cool enough to keep it tolerable outside. I was laid back in one of my deck chairs, engrossed in my book to a point that I hadn't heard someone approaching.

"Must be an interesting novel."

I jumped at the sound of a voice coming from my driveway below. I bookmarked my page and sat up to see the last person I wanted to be around. "What are you doing here, Joseph?"

"I just got back from filming."

"Good for you."

"I...I was hoping you were home."

"Well, you see that I am. Don't let the gate hit you on the way out."

"(Y/N), can we just talk?"

I stood from my seat and leaned over the balcony railing to look at him. "We said all there was to say in that diner months ago. There's nothing else to be talked about. Besides, do you want more pictures of us to come out? I'm sure Doja wouldn't be happy to see her man making a personal visit to his ex's place."

"We broke up!"

I stopped. "What?"

"Last month. It was all over social media, or so Lupita tells me." He tilted his head. "You didn't hear?"

"I-I blocked yours and Doja's names on social media so I wouldn't have to see any tweets or posts about you."

Joseph looked at me for a moment before barking out a laugh. I couldn't help but put a hand over my face as I laughed as well. Of course, by trying to block him out completely, I had totally missed the one thing I would've wanted to see.

I was a bit reluctant, but eventually I invited Joseph to come up. He knew his way through my place, he had been there enough times. I sat back down on my deck chair and pulled another one closer to me, as he appeared in the glass doorway. He sat down next to me and memories of all the times we had been out here flooded back to me.

"I wasn't done talking that night in the diner," he said. "I still had so much to say, and I have even more to say now."

"I didn't want to hear it," I admitted. "In my mind, after hearing how you and Doja got together, it just made more sense if you had broken up with me because you didn't love me anymore."

He shook his head. "It wasn't that at all. I never stopped loving you."

I was itching to ask him if that meant he still loved me now, but instead I said, "Then why?"

"I broke up with you because I loved you so much," he said. "Because loving you but not getting to spend time with you hurt so much, and I knew there was no way around that. When I started getting more job offers I knew things were just going to get so much busier for me, and that our already very short time together was going to dwindle down more and more, and I hated the thought of that."

"I would've taken a break," I told him.

"I couldn't ask you to do that. You love making music and performing. I could never ask you to stop doing that, or to change that. I thought the best thing for you would be if you could find someone who wasn't as busy, and who'd be able to go on tour with you and be at all your shows. Someone who wouldn't be in a different time zone basically 11 months out of a year and only be able to call you for an hour max every night."

"But what if that's not what I want?" I asked. "Yes, it was hard not to get to see you all the time, but I never would've traded that for anything else. I was so proud of you for all those roles you were getting, and even if I only got to talk to you for a few minutes, I loved getting to hear what you were doing. Because you were achieving your dream, and I got to be there to experience it. I don't want someone who can be with me all the time, I want you."

I hadn't noticed that we were both sat on the edge of our chairs. We were so close we were almost touching. I could smell the familiar scent of his cologne and it was making my heart skip a few beats.

"I should've talked to you instead of deciding just to end things," he said, his voice soft and quiet.

"You should've," I agreed. "And then if you were going to rebound, you shouldn't have done it with the girl you told me not to worry about."

He awkwardly chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, not my finest moment."

I sat back in my chair, although I didn't want to. I wanted to keep being this close to him, or maybe to get closer. "So why did you two breakup anyways?"

"She was nice and all, but she wasn't you."

We sat in silence, letting his words sink in. He was looking at me, almost like he was waiting. Maybe I was waiting, too, to see where that confession was supposed to go. After a few moments, my body moved before my mind could comprehend what was happening. I quickly leaned forward, nearly putting myself on Joseph's lap, and started kissing him. He kissed me back immediately, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me the rest of the way onto his lap.

"I missed you," he mumbled against my lips.

"I missed you too," I admitted. I pulled away to add, "But don't think you're completely off the hook. You did still hurt me, you know."

"I know I did. I'll spend the rest of my life making up for it if I have to."

I smiled. "I think I like the sound of that."

He smiled back at me and pulled me back in for another kiss. Eventually, my book was abandoned on the balcony, and the large blinds were closed to keep from anyone being able to see the reunion happening inside.

[aechii]

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A/N ?! last fic for the day booooo 😥 i dont know if i will be able to post any tmrrw, but i hope i can. anyways enjoy my lovelies

p.s. there's a little written part in this but it's abt 500-600 words

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[y/n]'s heart's racing. every palpitation hammers against her chest with much force, so much so that her full-upon-entry water has decreased to less than half left in just 30 minutes. the heat still fused with the air, but as the sun begins to sleep, it loses its energy, leaving a cool undercurrent that presses into the skin of all the attendees. she's so glad about the cooler weather, finding it completely unfathomable how she would've coped if the heat joined tham at night as well.

but the man seated beside her crashes all of her composure, and her body begins to feel hot and strangled.

she hasn't seen such a visually blessed male specimen in all the years of her living, and the fact that his body was so close to hers because of the crammed seating made matters worse. she can't think, breathe or concentrate on the influx of dressed models that come and go non-stop.

"you look disgusted."

the voice comes from right beside her, and her head whips around, startled. the man that has enraptured her entire conscience smiles goofily at her, and her heart wavers.

"what? me?"

"yes," he chuckles softly, "you."

his eyes turn back to the show before them, yet he continues speaking before [y/n] can justify herself, "i don't blame you, though. some of the outfits are... questionable."

his facial expressions are priceless, and [y/n] falls into a bout of laughter, "you're sick!"

he looks on seriously, eyes flashing with extreme judgement, "i'm not lying! how does anyone find pairing a skirt and baggy trousers aesthetic?"

the combination, that [y/n] had, most likely, missed from being consumed by her thoughts, makes her grimace, "yeah, that wasn't a good look at all."

he turns back to face her and, god, he stares so intently that she has to look away.

"speaking of outfits, what brand you wearing? 'cause i know it's not lv for sure, i'm not seeing any," he thinks of the right words, "over exposure of the logo."

"that's one way to put it," [y/n] snickers, looking down at her outfit, "i made it all myself... apart from the shoes of course."

the boy is taken aback, mouth agape and eyes wide, "no way!"

she begins to feel flustered by his reaction and just smiles.

"that's so cool, honestly. i would take more pride in that than wearing a slutted out luxury brand."

"slutted out?" [y/n] can't believe her ears; he's going to kill her, she's sure.

"how the hell did you come up that?!"

the boy purses his lips, looking smug, "i'm just that amazing."

"you're delusional."

he pretends to think for a moment, "delusional enough to think i'd get your number?"

[y/n]'s eyebrows shot up, "you want... my number?"

he doesn't hesitate to nod, "i don't think i'll be leaving without it."

jobe, who had been painfully listening in on their conversation, decides to make himself apparent, "don't do it, you'll regret it."

she turns around, coming face to face with a younger boy who looks almost identical to the one she had been speaking with for the past 15 minutes.

"you two brothers?"

the older one responds, "yeah, he's a cockblock though, don't listen to him."

"cockblock? jude, i'm trying to save her life!"

ah, so that's his name.

"clear off, jobe," he rolls his eyes, turning back to the girl sitting beside him, "sorry about that- so, your number?"

"don't do it!"

and much to his dismay, she does.

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y/n_l/n paris photo dump !! met some cool ass people there lowkey

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judebellingham was lovely meeting you, such a vibe 😆

y/n_l/n you too!! <3

yfn__ best time of my life honestly

y/n_l/n paris at night is a sight to see

user1 you look GORGEOUS

user2 i really missed pfw just a day after i left france </3

user3 JUDE????

user4 I'M ACTUALLY SO SHOCKED

user5 😮

user6 WE FOUND HERRRRR

user7 and jude beat me to it already 😐

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y/n_l/n love the after party candid, send it to me plz xx + tell jobe i'm sorry but not sorry

judebellingham you look so pretty in it ofc + he'll see it anyways xx y/n_l/n @/judebellingham stop plz 😭🛑 jobebellingham @/y/n_l/n buy me croissaints and maybe i'll forgive you

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user1 who's that girl in the last pic????

user2 someone who he met at the lv show, got her number and everthingggg 😭

user3 AND SHE KNOWS JOBE TOO? that's my chance stripped unrightfully away from me </3

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user5 this is my 13th reason

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a/n helloooo guys this is part 2 from my last fic!! the end is lowkey rushed so im sorry, i’ve been procrastinating this for like a week but here it is!!

A week had passed since I last saw or heard from Chris. I've tried texting him, multiple times. I was left on read. Multiple. Times. Matt and I have briefly texted, and he gave me updates on Chris and how he's doing.

Matt says he seems fine but very distant. Which I find concerning considering he walked in on his brother giving his girlfriend head.

The last time I texted Matt I was left on delivered. I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to calm down by taking a nice long shower, I did my skincare, and of course, I lit a candle. My flat screen tv lit up as I picked up the remote. Pressing resume on Outer Banks.

Not even 15 minutes into the episode, my phone dinged. I picked it up quite rapidly, noticing the familiar name and contact photo.

Chris<3: Come over. We need to talk.

Me: Oh, so now you wanna text me back?

Chris<3: I'll explain everything, just come over, please.

Me: Fine. I'll be over in 20.

Chris<3: Matt is gonna come pick you up.

Me: Wait what? I'm perfectly capable of driving myself.

Chris<3: I know you are. Matt is already on his way so get ready.

Me: Whatever.

Chris<3: Drop the attitude.

My heart felt like it could practically jump out of my chest. One, why the fuck is Matt coming to pick me up? Two, why did Chris want to talk at one in the morning? I mean it is better than being left on delivered.

Getting out of bed, I slip off my robe and put on a blue shirt with a pair of gray sweatpants. My phone dings signifying someone texted me.

Matt: I'm outside.

Me: I’m coming.

Grabbing my keys along with my phone I walk out the door and see Matt standing against the passenger seat door. He nods his head in a come here motion “Get in sweetheart,”

He opens the door for me while I awkwardly walk over. He sent me a tight lipped smile. Not even bothering to give him one back I lift my hand and give him a slight wave.

Once I sit down in the car I start to mentally prepare myself for this interaction. I haven't talked to nor seen Chris since it happened. I look up to see Matt walking around the car, getting into the driver's side. He starts the car, putting on his seatbelt.

He gestures to the heat and the air knobs. “Do you want me to change it?” I shake my head, “No thank you.” he nods his head as he starts driving farther and farther away from my apartment.

“So, how have you been?” I hear him say nonchalantly. Not even wanting to look up from the endless Instagram posts on my phone I say, “Like you even care”

I hear him suck in a raspy breath, I turn towards him to see his reaction. Jaw clenched, hair messy, and a slight smirk on his face. “I do care,” he says nonchalantly. “Yeah, sure, says the one who left me on delivered for three days.”

Before he can respond, we pull up to the their house. Before I can even reach my hand out and grip the handle on the door, Matt locks it. Rolling my eyes once again, I whip my head around, “What are you doing?” I ask with aggression laced in my tone. “I need to talk to you before we get in there without you being a brat,”

“What?” I say with no patience. I really don't care for what he has to say. “Look-”

He gets cut off by Chris knocking at my window. It startled me but I'm happy to see him after a week. He goes reaching for the door handle, not knowing it's locked. When he tries to pull open the door he realizes it's locked. Looking at Matt and scowls at him. “Unlock the fucking door, Matt.” He's muffled by the glass but we understood what he said.

Matt’s eyes drift back to mine, searching for reassurance. I nod my head lightly, gathering my phone and keys in my hand, ready to step out of the car. Matt unlocks the door allowing Chris to swing open my door.

He reaches his hand out, I glance down at his hand and back up at his face. I hesitantly take his hand, whispering a quick thank you. Walking into their house, them following behind me.

I go straight to the catch only to look up confused when I see them both standing, not sitting down. Confused, I gesture to the couch silently asking if they're going to sit down, they both shook their heads no. Pulling a tight lip smile I nod my head awkwardly.

“Chris, I just wanted to start by saying that I'm really really fucking sorry, there's no excuse-” he cuts me off with a laugh that echoes throughout the living room. “Baby, I'm not mad at you,” wait…what? I did a double take making sure I was hearing him right.

“You're not mad either?” I say looking at Matt, only to be met with a soft laugh and a “No sweetheart I'm not.” I'm so confused. If neither of them are mad then why did Chris want me to come over? Why did he leave me on read for a week?

“Wait I'm confused if neither of you was mad, then why did you both ignore me for days?” the words come out of my mouth quickly, I'm not even sure if they registered what I said. “Well, we talked about…the situation and we came up with a proposition.”

“Ooo big words,” Matt mumbles faintly under his breath. I shake my head, still as confused as ever. “So, what is this proposition?” I say in-the-air quotes. They both take a step forward, toward me, sitting down on the couch. “Well um-we-,” Chris stutters until Matt cuts him off. “We wanted to know if you wanted..both of us for a night,” the words could hardly leave his mouth before my eyes bulged out of my head.

“Just to experiment,” I hear Chris say as I turn my head towards him. I didn't know what to think. I mean it sounds amazing but won't this ruin my relationship with the both of them? “But, what If it ruins our relationship?” I ask hurriedly, making a mental pros and cons list. What if they hate me after or, each other?

“It won't, it's just to see what it would be like. Think of it as a free trial type thing,” Matt says as he grabs a hold of my hand, pressing a kiss to the exposed part. “If you're uncomfortable we don't have to do this,” Chris lets out.

“It's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that I'm scared,” letting out a strangled breath. “There's nothing to be scared of sweetheart, we’ll take good care of you.” I can practically hear the smirk in Matt's voice. Chris slowly makes his way to one side of my neck, as Matt makes his way to the other. “Fu-fuck, what abo-about Nick..?” I say in between staggered breaths.

“He at a concert, with Madison,” Matt says groaning against the skin of my neck. “He won't be back for a few hours,” Chris mumbles before harshly biting down on my neck. Matt detaches his mouth from my neck, pulling me up from the couch, “Come on baby,” he holds me by my waist as we walk to Matt's room.

“Lay down on the bed sweet girl” Doing as he says I start to feel nervous, I've never had a threesome, hell I've had hardly any experience at all. Chris sits up against the headboard while Matt starts to make his way towards me from his position in front of the bed. Gripping onto my gray sweatpants, Matt looks up at me, asking for permission.

With my approval, he yanks them off only to be met with my soaking wet core. “No panties, dirty dirty girl,” Chris says with sarcasm in his voice. Maneuvering his way behind me, Chris’ chest to my back, he takes my shirt off also to be met with my bare chest. They both let out quite gasps. “Spread your legs for me darling,”

He starts kissing all over my thighs, skipping where I need him most. Chris starts playing with nipples, pulling and kneading them in the palm of his hand. “Ple-please, Matt,” staring down at him

getting closer and closer to my dripping wet center. “Please what baby? Use your words f’me,”

“I…I need you Matt, s-so bad,” breathing heavily at the sight in front of me. Matt starts placing delicate kisses on my folds. Finally, after what felt like hours he directly attaches his mouth to my clit, sucking and leaving soft kitten licks. Tightly holding onto Chris’ wrist, trying to ground myself.

“Hmm, you like having Matts' mouth being on your ma, does he make you feel good?” still caressing my boobs and now moving lower to my sides. “S-so, f-f-fuck, good,” stuttering like a madman trying to keep my composure. The feeling of Chris holding my hips down and Matt continually circling his tongue around my entrance.

Positioning two fingers at my entrance, Matt harshly thrusts them into my pussy, his tongue returning to my throbbing clit. “Matt, s-shit, faster, pl-please,”

Matt continues to slam his fingers into me, deeper than mine have ever reached. He keeps sucking on clit, I start to feel the knot tightening in my stomach. “You ready to cum baby,” Chris asks from behind me, sucking on my neck and pulling on my nipples. “Mhm, shit, so..so close Matt, pl-pl-please keep going,”

Increases the speed of his fingers, he detaches his mouth from my clit, replacing it with his fingers, rubbing in harsh, fast, circles. “You ready to cum, sweet girl?”

“Yes! Fuck- please, cu-cumming, I'm cumming!” the words fly out of my mouth at a frantic pace. Slowing down his fingers, helping me down from my high. “You did so good for us,” Chris says from behind me. Also, detaching his mouth from my neck, but continuing soothing his hands down my sides.

“Think you can handle one more ma..?” he says with a hint of excitement in his tone. Nodding my head as Chris got up from behind me. “You okay sweetheart?” Matt says, empathy laced in his tone. Letting out a quiet, mhm. “Use your words,” he says sternly. “Ye-yes I'm fine Matt,”

“One more sweetie. Okay,” nodding my head, Chris grabs a hold of my waist, flipping me onto my side. Matt maneuvers himself off the bed, he and Chris stripping from their clothes. I'm still lying on my side as Chris lies behind me. Matt slid himself back on the bed in front of my face, his cock inches away from my mouth.

He looks down at me with a smirk on his face. I feel Chris’ dick slide through my folds, positioning it at my entrance. “Fuck, you're so tight, baby,” sliding his dick slowly into me. My jaw drops, as my eyes close in pleasure. Matt takes that as an invitation to shove his cock down my throat. “Fuckkkk, so good sweetie,”

Chris starts thrusting into me, and at the same time, Matt starts to fuck my throat. Chris grabs my thigh lifting it with his hand so he can hit deeper inside of me. Matt starts to fuck my throat faster. I reach my hand up, massaging his balls in the palm of my hand.

“You take our cocks so well,” I hear Chris say behind me as he thrusts into me faster causing me to lunge forward on Matts cock. “Good. Fucking. Girl.” He matches up his words with his thrusts. Taking my unoccupied hand, reaching down, and starting to toy with my clit.

Chris smacks my hand away, replacing my fingers with his own. My eyes roll back in pleasure as he starts rubbing fast circles. I feel Matt stop thrusting into my throat. Looking up at him with glazed eyes, “Finish the job, sweetheart,” bobbing my head up and down, wrapping my lips around the tip and sucking. Hard. Trying to get him to finish as quickly as possible.

Clenching around Chris’ dick, he inhales sharply. “Do that again, fuck, just like that ma.” I start to feel the familiar knot in my stomach. “Fuck, keep sucking my dick, just like that sweetie, f-fuck yes,” Matt's moans increase.

“Shit- baby, I'm g-gonna cum,” he whimpers pathetically. Fucking his cock to the back of my throat again. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum down this pretty little throat of yours- shit!” moans and whimpers leave his mouth as he cums down my throat. Swallowing every last drop.

Chris’ thrust proceeded to get faster, his fingers never leaving my clit, still toying with it. “Fuck! Ch-chris I'm go-gonna cum!”

“Go ahead ma, cum all over my cock,” with his permission, I cream all over his dick. Leaving a white ring around the base of it. Not long after he cums in me. “Baby, fuck, I'm cumming,”

All of us were on Matts' bed, out of breath, sweating, and the smell of dirty acts in the air. Chris gets up first, getting me a wet towel to help me clean up. Matt stays in the bed with me, brushing my hair out of my face.

“How was that?” he whispers in my ear. “It was amazing Matt,” I whisper in a hushed tone, yawning, exhausted from the activities that just took place. Chris comes back with the towel in his hand, cleaning me up. Matt gets off the bed, grabbing a shirt from his closet.

After everyone gets dressed we all make our way back into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, awkward silence surrounds the room. “So, how do we feel,” Chris says after a beat of silence passes through the room.

“Great,” me and Matt answer at the same time, laughing surrounding the room. “Would you guys want to do it again?” I ask hesitantly.

“I thought you’d never a-” Chris gets cut off by the sound of the front door opening.

Nick walks in, pausing at the scene in front of him.

“What happened here?” he asks while gesturing to the three of us.

“Nothing!” we all say in unison. Nick rolls his eyes as he walks away, “Whatever I'm going to bed. Goodnight good people!”

a/n ~ this is ass because i was rushing, thank you for reading!! mwah 🌀

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@spininnsturn

@lovesodakid

@m0r94n

[writeroutoftime]

I literally love Jamie so much 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 saw your post asking for stuff for Jamie and after mom city all I can think about is Jamie bring reader to meet his mum in Manchester; she just absolutely fawns over the first girl he’s ever brought home 🥲

pairing: jamie tart x reader (no pronouns used)

words: 1k

a/n: mom city was such an amazing look into jamie's character, and I loved it so so much!! and we all know jamie's mum would love to get to know anyone that he brings home!! please enjoy, lovely!

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Hand in hand with Jamie you made your way down the residential street, your heart pounding faster and faster the close you got. It was not lost on you how monumental it was that Jamie had asked you to come and meet his mum and her husband. You knew how much Jamie adored his mother, and it warmed your heart to know Jamie wanted these two parts of his world to collide.

Just as Jamie reached to open the door, your hand shot out and grabbed him, suddenly frozen with fear. "Hey, what's up, love?"

"It's just, what if she hates me, Jamie? I mean your mum means so much to you, and I don't want to be the person who comes between that. And then," you began to ramble until Jamie cut you off.

He gently placed his hands on your cheeks and stared directly into your eyes. "My mum's gonna love you, okay? I promise there is nothing to worry about. In fact, she's been bugging me to bring you 'round for quite a while now."

You smiled as his words washed over you and let your eyes flutter closed for a moment. The warmth of Jamie's hand and the sincerity of his words helped you to take a breath and relax. When you opened your eyes again, you nodded and allowed Jamie to ring the doorbell.

There was barely a moment delay before the door swung open to reveal a man who beamed at you and Jamie. "Oh, welcome! You must y/n, I'm Simon." he introduced, pulling the oven mitts of his hands to shake your hand.

He ushered you and Jamie inside, shutting the door behind you, giving Jamie a quick hug. Immediately, you were struck by how warm the house felt. Not necessarily in temperature, but by the greeting, and the way you can tell the house was truly one that was lived in and experienced love.

You began to stroll through the halls of the home and took everything in with a soft smile on your face. From the wallpaper, to the pictures, and the other decorations scatter about, they all offered you a glimpse into what it must have been like for Jamie growing up.

Eventually, you wandered into the living room where it was near impossible to miss the display of Jamie's photos that lined the table against the wall. Your eyes briefly caught some of his more recent photographs of his time at Richmond, but you gravitated towards the pictures that showed you Jamie as he was growing up.

You carefully picked up a particular photo where Jamie couldn't have been more than eight or nine. His smile was infectious, and you could see the stars in his eyes as he was doing what he loved. Before you could grab another photo, you heard footsteps behind you and turned to see Jamie's mum watching you intently.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry, I just couldn't help myself." you rushed to explain, not wanting to upset Jamie's mum before you had been properly introduced. "I just love seeing him so carefree in these photos."

Instead of responding, she moved forward and threw her arms around you, hugging you quite tightly. "I do too." she confessed, before pulling back to get a good look at you. "Oh, it's so lovely to finally meet you! Call me, Georgie." she insisted. "Jamie's been going on and on about you. It's so nice to finally meet you!" she gushed, ushering you to sit down.

"Mum." a voice whined from the entry to the living room, but Jamie had a small on his face that gave away his joy.

He walked into the room and sat next to his mum, leaning into her touch. You watched as Jamie melted against her, closing his eyes as she gently ran her fingers through his hair.

The time seemed to fly by as the four of you shared stories, laughed, and came together under your shared love for Jamie. The amount of stories Georgie shared with you of Jamie growing up were something you knew you'd never forget.

"I swear," she started, already laughing. "he told me he wanted to dress up as Roy Kent for Halloween."

You fell to the side of the couch, clutching your stomach, as you couldn't stop laughing. "Oh, that's just too good. Jamie, wait 'till Roy gets a load of that."

"Eh, he won't be hearing that from anyone. What happens in this room stays in this room." he tried to argue through the red blush that spread across his cheeks.

Before you knew it, you and Jamie had been with his family for hours and the sun had long set. With an early start for Jamie the next morning, the two of you began to collect your things and said goodbye. Simon offered you a hug goodbye, and you made sure he knew how wonderful all of his food was as you began to walk outside.

You watched from a distance with a smile on your face as Jamie said goodbye to his mother. It might have shocked many people to watch how soft and sincere he was with her, but it didn't surprise you in the least. Deep down, Jamie always was a sweetheart. He showed you that side, and now you got to see him demonstrate that with his mum.

With one last kiss to her cheek, Jamie pulled away and walked to you, quickly grabbing hold of your hand. "Ready to go, love?"

As you opened your mouth to respond, you bit your lip instead and gave Jamie a one second sign before running back to where Simon and Georgie stood near their front door. Nervously, you slowed down in front of Georgie and threw your arms around her tightly.

"Thank you." you spoke so only she could ear.

She pulled back and cocked her head to the side with a slight smile - similar to what you'd seen Jamie do so many times before. "What for, dear?"

You chanced a glance back and your boyfriend. "For raising a wonderful son."

Georgie looked at you, eyes welling up with tears. "You keep looking out for him for me, okay? I know you're doing so much good for him." she told you, sending you off with a smile when you nodded your head.

Together, you and Jamie offered one final wave to Georgie and Simon, walking off hand in hand - your relationship just a little bit stronger than when you first arrived.

[graneymar]

#1. NEYMAR: Bitter taste

SUMMARY: You and Neymar have been dating for only a few months when there were rumours about you being on vacation with your ex.

WARNINGS: angst

PAIRING: Neymar x female reader

Neymars POV:

Impossible. This can't be real. She would never do that. She loves me. I kept looking at the pictures and videos Y/N's ex posted on instagram a few days ago. She told me she'd be on vacation with her mother, but seemingly my fans knew better. They found recent pictures of her and her ex in Malta. I couldn't take my eyes off those pictures and stories. Pictures and videos of them at the beach together, clubbing, hugging, even kissing. Of course these images went viral instantly. Everyone was talking about how the "former playboy" Neymar Jr. got cheated on himself this time. Some people called it my karma, saying I deserved it. Others wished Y/N death in the comment section. But me? I felt nothing, pure emptiness. No emotions, no feelings. No sadness, no anger, nothing. Looking at her in these photos, I couldn't even recognize her as the woman I loved so much. She seemed so different. Her facial expressions, her gestures, her whole behavior. Who is she? Have I been really giving my all to someone I didn't actually know at the end of the day?

"Sinto muito irmão", Cris, one of my closest friends, texted me [I'm very sorry, bro]. Obviously he heard about the news already. I didn't even have the power or nerve to respond.

I was sitting outside on the terrace. It was about 8pm and Y/N was supposed to get here in about two hours. In those eight months we were together we have never been apart from each other for so long. We always managed to at least see each other at the weekends. Now she has been gone for three weeks and to be honest, I didn't even want her to come back. Thinking about how jealous she always used to be, how scared she was of losing me, and now it was her I saw in the arms of someone else.

I walked around the apartment, trying to find something to distract myself. The bottle of red wine I planned to drink with Y/N tonight caught my eye finally. Sinking into the couch I opened the bottle and couldn't stop myself from taking one sip after another. My family and friends called and texted me non-stop, reaching out to make sure I was alright, but I didn't want to talk to anyone. I switched my phone off and continued gazing at the TV that wasn't even on. All I saw was my reflection, sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine in my hands. Like a damn fool.

Soon enough, the second bottle was opened and I started feeling a little tipsy. No, I can't be here when she arrives. I can not stand looking or talking to her now. "Hey Kylian, what's up? Wanna go out tonight?", I called him after switching on my phone again, ignoring all the messages and missed calls. "Do you really think it’s a good idea to go out clubbing? Y/N will be there soon, you should probably talk it out", he replied.

"This is exactly what I don’t want and need. I've been sitting here overthinking it all for hours now. I need some distraction." It was clear to me that Kylian wasn't thrilled, but in the end, he agreed to get some drinks with me.

Y/Ns POV:

I could barely hold back a squeal of happiness the moment I opened the door to Neymars house. Three weeks without him felt like a year to me. I never thought I would miss someone so much.

Why are all the lights turned off? Weird. I expected him to wait for me, but didn't think of anything bad as I assumed he probably fell asleep on the couch, but no, he didn't. The only thing I saw were two empty bottles of red wine and a third one open. I laughed to myself "He really couldn’t wait and got drunk before I even arrived, hm?" Being sure that he already dozed off in the bedroom, I entered quietly, only to find the room empty. I slowly started worrying. Where the hell was he? What was going on? Is this another one of his stupid pranks? I tried to switch on my phone to see if he texted me anything, but the battery was dead. As I was looking for a charger, I noticed a little note at the side of my bed and picked it up.

I hope you had a great vacation with (your ex's name). Pack your stuff and be gone by tomorrow morning.

What the fuck? Where did this come from? My heart was racing, I started panicking. "Come on, come on, come on", I said as I tried to turn on my phone once more. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I finally was able to type in my code. I tried calling Neymar, but as expected, he didn't pick up. After the probably 7th call I decided to check if he posted something on his instagram story, revealing where he would be or what he was doing. He didn’t post anything, but Kylian did. He was out with Neymar, in some kind of club. Suddenly I got a text from my best friend. "Uhm, why is (your ex's name) posting pictures of you two together? Aren’t these old?" What did he do? I knew he never liked seeing Neymar and me together, but making up rumours?! For what? Did he really think I'd go back to him after he tried to destroy my relationship?

I searched (your ex's name) up on instagram and was in shock. He indeed posted pictures and videos of us together in Malta from a year ago. I scrolled through the comments. Some people were making of Neymar, saying he deserved to get played after everything he has allegedly done to women. But most of them wished me death, stating they expected me to cheat, I am so fake, I never loved Neymar but his money and fame only.

The tears started rolling down my cheeks as I sat down on the bed. How could he ever think I would actually cheat on him? Didn’t I show how much I loved him? Wasn’t I doing enough for him and our relationship? Glancing at the note he wrote once more, I shook my head. I wouldn’t just leave him like this. Not for some stupid cheating rumours.

Neymars POV:

I decided to spend the night at Kylians house, giving Y/N the opportunity to leave before I'd get home. Normally, going out with friends and drinking always distracted me for at least a few hours, but it didn’t help me at all last night. Quite the opposite even. My eyes were still red and puffy from all the crying. My throat was burning due to the amount of alcohol I drank.

Entering the house I could still smell her fragrance. I took a deep breath, knowing this was the last time I would be "that" close to her. Looking around I realised there really wasn’t any of her belongings, meaning she most probably read the note and left like I told her to. "Oh shit", I whispered to myself as I entered the living room, seeing the bottles of wine that left a disgusting smell. As a consequence of the heavy drinking from last night, I couldn’t stand to smell any form of alcohol, so I decided to spend some minutes on the terrace. To my surprise, the door stood open. I stepped out and saw Y/N sitting on the bench, drinking coffee. "What are you doing here?", I harshly asked, "I told you to leave by the morning."

"And you really think I would just leave you like that?" Her eyes were as red and puffy as mine. She looked like she hasn’t slept the whole night. My heart would actually break seeing her cry, especially knowing I was the reason, but this time I didn't even care. "Well, you really should since I fucking told you to." The tears in her eyes were forming again as she looked away from me. "Have you at least packed your bags?", I asked her. She shook her head from left to right. "Then I'm going to do it for you", I said going inside.

"Neymar", Y/N shouted following me. I opened the door to her closet and started taking her stuff out. "Can you at least hear me out? I just want to explain it all to you." I looked at her in disbelief and laughed sarcastically. "I don't need an explanation. Everything I need to know, I saw."

"But it isn’t true Neymar, I didn’t cheat on you." I let out an annoyed moan. "You want to tell me these pictures are photoshopped? You met him by accident and then decided to spend your vacation with him so you wouldn’t get bored with your mom? Honestly, just drop it. I don’t wanna hear shit from you." Watching her breaking down in tears made me swallow very hard, but I couldn’t give in, not after her cheating on me with her ex. "The pictures and videos he posted are old. It was on his birthday, last year."

"Mhm, and it’s just a coincidence you've been there on his birthday again right?"

"Actually, yes. You know he lives there. The year I've been with him I was there all the time. I even thought of moving there. Trust me, I don't give a damn about him anymore. I just fell in love with the island." We remained silent for a moment, while I continued to throw her belongings into a random suitcase I found. "I don't know how to prove it to you, Ney. I deleted all those pictures as soon as we got together. I can’t even show you they’re old." No response from me. "He always wanted to tear us apart because he knew you were the real reason I left him."

"Congratulations to him. He succeeded", I coldly replied. She took out her phone and started scrolling, "Here." From the corner of my eye, I saw her holding her phone up. "Y/N, I don't want to see anything. I don't even care anymore. We're done."

"But this is undeniable proof that he is lying", her voice got louder, which made me raise an eyebrow at her. "Undenibale proof you say, huh?" I took the phone out of her hand and saw her instagram story archive. The same pictures and videos he posted a few days ago. My heart stopped for a second when I saw the date. Over a year ago. Not even able to look at her, I handed her her phone back. I couldn’t say a word, I felt so stupid. "But if you wish for me to leave, I will", she broke the silence, ripping her stuff out of my hand, "I just wanted to let you know that I would never cheat on you and if you still decide to go separate ways, it’s okay. Just please know that I really do love you and could never do anything to hurt you." I watched her filling the suitcase with her clothes. "And for your future relationships, you should really consider talking to your girlfriend first before leaving her without even giving her a chance to explain herself", she somehow managed to say inbetween her sobs. "Y/N, baby…" I softly hugged her from behind and turned her around. She buried her face in my chest and started crying even harder. "I'm so sorry. I can’t believe I even thought you would do that to me. He just made everything seem so legit and real." We just stood there, no one saying a word until she calmed down a little. "I love you Neymar, I love you so much. How could you even believe it for a second?" she spoke up.

"I didn’t at first, but… what would you think? I knew you were actually there and all of a sudden these photos appear on his instagram. And it’s not even a year ago that you broke up with him. I was scared you could possibly go back." Y/N finally looked up, staring right into my eyes. "I love you, you idiot", she said before pecking my lips quickly. "I love you too." I wiped away her tears with my thumb. "How about we'll take a nap, order food later and watch some movies? I think none of us really slept this night." She yawned as she nodded. "Sounds good to me."

[sofiareidings]

I'm Not Yours

Summary: You're getting over a breakup and meet a cute guy on a case, what you didn't realise was that your best friend has been waiting for years. Warning: Swearing

A/N: I'm sorry my post is so late!! I had it queued up to post at 9am like normal and then it didn't?? And then I had a math test so I couldn't go on my phone or anything, AND THEN HALF THE STORY JUST DISSAPPEARED SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT?!?!? It has been quite the hassle. Also this was a prompt from @andiebeaword's 3000 follower celebration! The first sentence of the story was the prompt. Also, I meant for this to be gn!reader so if anyone sees any she/he pronouns for reader please tell me! Love you all <333

Word Count: 1.5k

Song Suggestions: Yours - Conan Gray

"I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again."

***

His bright blue eyes shined in the sun, a ray hitting across his face perfectly. Pushing his short brown hair out of his face while smiling at you made your insides flutter, completely forgetting about your ex now.

"So as I was saying, it would be best for you and your team to set up here. There's lots of room and we haven't used it in years." His voice came out in this long, deep tone. JJ walked into the room raising an eyebrow at you before taking over the conversation with the officer.

"What was that look?" Jumping slightly, you turned around and saw Penelope. It was that once a year situation where she actually had to join the rest of the team for a case. "Someone likes the officer."

The girls took any chance they could to get you to talk to the guy. They weren't wrong, you did think he was insanely cute but, you just weren't quite sure if you had the guts to really talk to him.

"I do not!" You laughed, "And even if I did…it's not like anything could happen." Penelope continued pestering and Emily joined the conversation and made sure to give her opinion as well.

***

"You better at least get his number, we're only gonna be here for a few more days." Penelope had been bugging you the most out of anyone, "Well, I let you sit on that thought. I need to go work my wonderful magics so I will talk to you about this later." She smiled and strutted away back to her laptop setup down the hall.

"What was Garcia talking about?" Turning back to the task at hand, Spencer was standing at a board. Working on the case. "Is this about that officer?" His voice was very flat, little emotion which was unusual for him. Especially around you, the two of you had been best friends since you transferred to the BAU.

"Yeah it was, she's trying to get me to get his number." Not turning from his work you started to flip through some files and continue to talk. "I do think he's pretty hot, but I also think it's way too early to start putting myself out there you know?"

"Yeah, yeah I guess I can understand that." Peeking over his shoulder briefly to look at you. Hearing the way you were talking about this guy was leaving him conflicted. The first day he had met you he'd already fallen in love. No statistic or math problem could explain how that happened. He's been sitting on the sideline for the past three years, watching you go from boyfriend to boyfriend, letting him be your shoulder to cry on when it was heartbreak after heartbreak. But honestly, he didn't know how long he could keep going like this.

"...But it could also be some type of fate thing. Like, I break up with a toxic asshole and then meet a dreamy police officer? I don't know, what do you think Spencer?" Walking over to him to put up some photos and thoughts on the board you look up at him, waiting for his response.

"Whatever you think is best I suppose," It took him a long time to respond, the way you were speaking of this guy was just breaking his heart more and more. It was taking all his power to not just scream 'I LOVE YOU!!' and see your reaction. "Do you want to ask him out."

"I think so, I guess he is really nice, and really good looking…" Going on about him a bit more, you paused then changed your thought process. "I mean everything and everyone is telling me to go for it but some small part of me is saying no."

"I think I'm just being paranoid, why shouldn't I put myself out there? It has been like three months. And if it doesn't work out, so what? At least I tried. I think I'll do it." Just like that, the hope died. Should he just say it? Get it out there and hope for the best? This was impossible.

"What does that mean? Are you just not ready to put yourself out there again or is it because there's someone else?" A small glimmer of hope ignited in him, maybe he still had a chance after all.

***

"I'm going to do it. So you can stop annoying me about it, Pen." She smiled and started to ramble about how it will be so good for you. The case had been solved and you were all packing up. Everyone with the exception of Hotch and Rossi were in the room given to the team.

"I'm so glad you're going to do this! You two would be such a sexy pair I just know it." You and Penelope continued to talk, but Spencer was just heartbroken. Standing on the opposite side of the room he could still hear you. He was packing up his things slowly, hoping to get a chance to talk to you alone.

"You should just go for it kid, don't let them get with another guy without you atleast saying it." Derek, giving his opinion to Spencer while leaning against the wall. Tossing a ball now that he was all packed up.

"What if you say something and they like you back?" Derek counter protested. Spencer thought about it for a minute, he had a point. But on the other hand he couldn't tell what would be worse; watching you ask someone else out again or telling you and losing such an important person in his life.

"I know, I just don't want to ruin three years of friendship. What if I say something and they never talk to me again?" He questioned, still listening in on your conversation.

***

"I'll be done in a minute!" You called out to Penelope and Emily. Still packing up your things it was only you and Spencer left in the room.

Finally throwing your bag over your shoulder you started to catch up to the rest of the team you heard Spencer call out to you. "Wait! Can I talk to you for a minute, please?"

"Yeah, of course." A little confused on why he sounded so nervous you stood infront of him, waiting for him to continue. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing it's just," He cleared his throat, no or never. "I was just wondering if you gave that officer your number yet."

"Oh, not yet. I was actually about to do that. Why do you ask?" Titling your head, curious. He started to fidget with his hands, not sure what to say.

"Oh, so you are going out with him." His voice barely above a whisper. "That's nice I suppose."

"Okay…" You smiled and started to head to the door. "I'm going to go now, see on the jet Spencer?"

"I- please, I need to say something." He tripped over his words, come on Spencer, just say it!!!

"Are you okay? You seem nervous." Why was he acting like this? It was so confusing to you.

"Okay, I'm just going to say it." He sighed, "I don't want you to go out with that officer. I mean if you really want to you should do it of course but I don't want you to because I want you to go out with me. If you don't feel the same way tell me but it's just, I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again." Biting the inside of his cheek, waiting for your response.

"Oh," Was all you could say at first. You didn't really know what else to say. "You, you like me?"

"Yeah, I do. And if you don't feel the same way I get it and pretend I never said anything because I don't want to lose you. But if you go out and date this guy I'm going to have to put up a boundary, I'm sorry."

"Spencer, I don't know what to say," You laughed lightly, not sure how to say what you were thinking. "I feel the same way, I just assumed you never would like me back so I have been trying to get over it."

"Really?" He smiled and gave that puppy-dog face he always made. "Are you serious?"

"Why would I lie?" Throwing your bag over your shoulder you hugged him then stepped back giving a small smile. "We should go though, the jet is supposed to leave like now. But can we talk about this later?"

"I would like that." The two of you started to head out, and you completely forgot about the officer. Spencer just walked out with a huge smile on his face. Why didn't he say this sooner???

[valkyriexo]

Since you want the attention that bad. Here you can have it.

statement and rant below the cut

If you're going to post screenshots of a conversation. Post the full thing. But since you didn't. I will.

let's start at the beginning, shall we?

the first time you felt "attacked" was in a staff channel, where you claimed one of our moderators at the time was attacking you. Here is a screenshot of that conversation.

Mind you, this is in response to you saying you didn't think fake texts were a valid form of fan fiction or work. But of course you can have your opinion,

but so can we.

The second time you claimed you were attacked was when you were called out for your negative criques every single time someone posts anything to general chat. In this case, it was a photo of Chan. The original messages between both you and ace were removed, so I'm not going to recount them as it will just be hearsay. However, what I can show are the screenshots of our conversation when I put both of you on timeout (cant send messages for a period of time) and issued warnings out.

Here is the official warn.

Here is our conversation.

I was not rude to you. I did not attack you. I did not blame you.

In the meantime, you continue to make remarks about others' appearances, making people in the server feel like they can't share anything without being invalidated or ignored because you always find a way to make it about yourself. You've turned what should be positive spaces into negative ones, and it's giving serious pick-me energy. You can't blame others for not wanting to engage with you or for voicing their concerns when your behavior pushes them away. Maybe instead of questioning why people aren't talking to you, you should consider why they don't feel comfortable doing so in the first place.

Here are some of the many statements you've made in public chat channels.

No one sent anyone to hate on you. the statement had to be made public because it wasnt just two or three people complaining. it was 12+ people through different forms complaining about how you were making them feel.

You're saying the complaints weren't real? The only reason i am not showing you them is because people came forward confiding in me. so i will not be putting them on blast.

HOWEVER.

You stated and i quote

"People claimed they felt so horribly unsafe by my presence, God knows why (nobody ever explained it beyond insulting me on anon lol) "

But here is the original message that got sent to you from our admin. TELLING YOU EXACTLY WHY.

You chose to leave, that was YOUR decision. We did not remove you.

You also stated and i quote "but sending your minions to harass me, insult me and tell me to kill myself is totally safe. This is absolutely fucking insane."

Here is the post i made both on discord and tumblr, along with Bel ( a mod) post that was also made

No where in this did we ask people to hate on you. and this is the message you sent me.

Apparently, I'm supposed to control the community? hm interesting.

I'm not a dictator, I'm not the president, and I'm not even the only administrator of the community. The name says it itself, it's a COMMUNITY. I'm not here to control people on the internet.

I'm sorry, your getting hate. But I'm not Tumblr's help desk. you can report your issues to tumblr.

Now onto the statement you said about @seungminindabuilding.. here are all the messages you so kindly left out.

But .. you have the full conversation, so you can re-read it yourself.

During this conversation, is when you blocked me. While I was responding to your message, you sent me on Tumblr.

You know... when you "recognized the language being used" as if i was the one sending the messages.

I'm sorry you're receiving hate; I don't condone that kind of behavior. But I want to be clear—I am not the person sending any of it to you.

I value myself as someone who is kind and calm, but that doesn't mean I'll tolerate disrespect. You do not get to bash me, this community, or its members without expecting a response. Respect is a two-way street, and it’s about time you learned that.

In short.

I stand by what I said.

You do not get to be rude to me and my staff and then play the victim in my messages. We were genuinely trying to help you, and in return we get you attacking us and blaming us. no thank you. You blocked me. now its my turn.

Have the day you deserve

-Val

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hey! I loved your work! Can you write something with Gerard on the reunion tour and a reader who is a singer and is opening for the tour? (I'm sorry if it's confusing, English is not my first language)

HI! Thank you so much for liking my writing. I hope you like this one! let me know if you're looking for something different though.

Opener - Reunion!Gerard Way x GN!Reader

Pairing: Gerard x GN!Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1,456

Summary: You open for MCR on the reunion tour

My Chemical Romance. Reunion Tour. With Y/N. Those were the words displayed on the large signs in front of the venue. We had been on tour for a few weeks then, but the nerves never subsided. I pulled out my entry pass and walked through the backstage halls towards my dressing room. My soundcheck wasn’t for another hour, but I thought I’d go and scout out the stage area. I grabbed a Coke from the mini fridge and found my way to the stage entrance. Music was playing, but I was sure that was just the crew checking the speakers. Oh, how I was wrong. The whole crew was setting up instruments, and Mikey, Ray, and Frank were soundchecking their instruments.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I stuttered, moving out of the way. Being on tour with My Chem had been a dream come true, but four weeks into the tour and little interaction with anyone in the band felt isolating, to say the least–especially since I was a solo artist.

“Wait!” I heard a voice shout, and I turned around to see someone standing up at the very back of the venue. I squinted through the lights and saw they were waving me over. Trying to avoid tripping over the cables lining the stage, I walked over to the figure. He was shorter than I expected him to be, his hair was long and brown, and he was dressed in a twilight t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a green flannel. A twilight shirt. This 45-year-old man was wearing a twilight shirt. I almost had to restrain myself from laughing.

“Y/N, I’ve been trying to find a good time to talk to you, you know,” he smirked. Gerard Way was smirking at me.

“Wait really?” I questioned, shocked that the frontman of one of my favorite bands was wanting to talk to me.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say I’m really glad we’ve got you on tour with us. I actually chose you to open. Been a fan for a while.” I stayed silent, entirely shocked that he was saying anything to me at all–let alone that he liked my music.

“Are you okay? You look like you need something to drink or you’re going to pass out,” Gerard placed a hand on my shoulder and bent down to look in my eyes. I nodded quickly, starting to feel a little dizzy.

“Yeah, I think I need some water,” I mumbled.

“Mikey! Can you pass me my water?” he shouted, Mikey throwing a plastic water bottle halfway across the venue. Gerard ran to pick it up, opened it, and passed it to me. I took a drink and a few deep breaths.

“I think I’m okay now, thank you,” I smiled.

“Good. Now I think it might be time for you to do a soundcheck. It looks like the others are done.” He got up from his seat and walked back towards the stage as I stumbled behind him. “Oh, and after the show, come find me. I want to show you something,” he beamed, slipping behind the curtain and disappearing backstage.

Soundcheck went well, and I had gone through all of the songs for the night. I was playing for about two hours, so I headed backstage to relax, call some of my friends, and respond to any emails or social media stuff I needed to. This was when I opened up my Instagram and found the post, a photo of me from behind, sound checking next to a sketch of the same thing, Gerard’s name signed at the bottom. The caption, wonderfully put: Our opener is both fantastic and beautiful - see them tonight and every night of tour! They’re going to do amazing things with their art and I can’t wait to see where it takes them. Especially with me as their number 1 fan - G

Sorry, Gerard Way called me beautiful. This wasn’t happening. Notifications were popping up on every social platform, we were trending on Twitter, fan accounts on Instagram were posting, and my text messages were blowing up. But there was no time to go and talk to Gerard or anyone else because the stage manager was rushing me to the stage, shouting, “Ten minutes till show time!” over and over again. The gig went great; everything went well, and the fans seemed to react well to my performance. After I’d finished and had a shower, I put on some sweatpants and a hoodie to watch Gerard and the others play on the television screen in my dressing room. The group ended with sleep and came backstage for a quick break before the encore. I ran out to see Gerard, who was very clearly out of breath and trying desperately to catch it.

“We need to talk when you’re done,” I looked at him with crossed arms. He nodded, looking slightly terrified that I was mad at him. It definitely didn’t help that Frank wouldn’t shut up teasing him as I walked away. They all went back on stage to play Helena and Vampires. The sound of the crowd screaming could be heard on the other side of the venue, even with closed doors. I could hear the band finishing up as each one of them ran down the hallway to their dressing room, except one. I heard a loud knock sound from outside my room. It was him; it had to be him. Opening the door, I knew I was right. He stood there panting and looking like a sweaty mess.

“Hi,” he breathed, running a hand through his sweaty hair. I opened the door further to let him in, and he immediately collapsed onto the couch.

“You guys had a good show,” I muttered, trying to avoid the topic of his Instagram post.

“Thanks, it felt good. But that’s not why I’m here, Y/N,” he sat up, having finally caught his breath.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I didn’t mean to cause an issue if you’re upset about the post. I just–I’m so fascinated with you… and your music. And god,” he gushed, “you’re so beautiful.” A smile grew on my face.

“You’re pretty cool too, Gerard.” I moved to sit next to him, and he scooted closer to me. I looked into his green eyes, desperately trying to read his mind. Was I insane, or did he feel something for me too? His hand moved up to cup my face, and I closed my eyes in response.

“Let’s both just breathe before we do anything we regret, okay?” I nodded, hoping he was going to kiss me. I felt the air enter my lungs and exit slowly before opening my eyes again. I felt a hand grip the back of my neck before my lips met his. They were rough, clearly desperate to feel something. I thought back to the teenager who had posters of My Chemical Romance on their bedroom walls and the reaction they would have if they knew what we were doing right then. The kid whose favorite song was Sleep, whose favorite music video was I’m Not Okay, who wished to be the very man before them. I was lucky, lucky that Gerard Way was sitting there showing me that every moment of disappointment it took to get here was worth it. I breathed through my nose, resting my arms around his shoulders and smiling into the kiss before it broke.

“I’m sorry, I had to,” Gerard rested his forehead against mine.

“It’s okay, Gee, I wanted it,” I ran my fingers through his hair, curls starting to form from the heat.

“Okay, you two, get a fucking room,” Frank laughed from the doorframe.

“We’re in a room!” I shouted, smiling brightly.

“Get another room!” Mikey shouted, walking past us. Finally being left alone, we moved into each other’s arms, finally cooling off from performing.

“We should probably figure out what we’re gonna do now that the guys know,” Gerard turned to me.

“Want to go get coffee?” I asked.

“See, this is why I like you!” he beamed, standing up and grabbing his car keys.

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Warnings: Discussions of body dysmorphia, eating disorders, self image issues. If you, or anyone you know, is struggling with these thoughts or illnesses, please seek the help needed. I have linked some international helplines and support below for any of you who may need it. You are loved and worthy, always.

International Eating Disorder Treatment Information & Resources Help (eatingdisorderhope.com)

Email Helpline – BDDF (bddfoundation.org)

Professional Help And Support - Body Image Movement

Author's Note: I hope I’ve done this idea justice, I love you all and thank you so much for reading my work <3 You are always enough

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It was just an Instagram post, wasn't it? Just a photo of the two of you. A photo of you and Drew from Chase's film camera - you both sat at the table at dinner, a beer bottle in Drew's hand, your head on his shoulder, a grin across his face. Innocent.

But the comments were far from it. The words were forcing a clench into your chest, a tightness in your throat, a tremble in your bottom lip.

What does he see in her?

I'm sorry but he can do so much better

This girl is not it, Drew

You were sure someone had just taken your heart from your chest and ripped it up in front of your eyes, broken off every band-aid you'd used to heal it, peeling them and tossing them aside.

Drew had been the person who helped to heal you, since you two had started dating eight months ago. It took him a while, but he broke down the walls you had built to protect yourself. He healed the pieces of yourself that you thought were broken beyond repair. But, now, it seemed the world was out to destroy all of that.

You can't help the tears that spill down your cheeks, dropping in blurring patches over the words on your phone screen. Your fingers fumble to lock the screen quickly, trembling in their movements.

"Babe? Are you ready to go?" Drew calls out from the other side of the locked bathroom door.

You take in a shaky breath, dragging a hand under your eyes to try and pick up any of the stray tears. You clear your throat.

"(Y/N)?" He's closer to the door now, his shadow visible under the gap at the bottom.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a second," You call back, raising your voice so it masks the break in your words, the way your throat is still constricting.

You drag a hand over your eyes once again, smooth over your hair, shift the material of his baggy hoodie around your shoulders, another deep breath, and you open the bathroom door to see him.

He frowns a little, "Everything okay, honey?"

"Yeah, yeah," You shake your head, "I just couldn't get my contacts in."

Drew nods as if believing you and reaches out a splayed hand to wait for you to hold it, "Shall we go?"

"Sure,"

You grip his hand a little tighter so that he doesn't notice the way yours are still shaking, noticing your appearance in the mirror just before the door to your apartment - tired, but in the drained of all energy sort of way.

~~~

"I just think objectively I dress better," Drew defends himself, his arm sprawled out on the back of the couch behind you.

"Yeah but that's because you have (Y/N) telling you what looks good," Chase points out, though their argument seems to blur in the space between you and them, their words not sounding clear.

"Oh come on!" Drew scoffs, "Babe, will you tell them that I actually am capable of dressing myself?"

You can't bring your mouth to respond when your brain feels like it is running a thousand miles an hour.

"Hey," Drew drops his hand from the back of the couch to squeeze at your shoulder, like he's making sure you're still there.

"Oh, sorry, yeah, yeah, he does," You glance up from your hands momentarily to where the rest of the group were all looking directly at you.

They know you better than to try and pry, instead turning amongst themselves and chatting about an event they had coming up. Drew waits until he is sure that everyone's attention is away from the two of you before he makes any move. He shuffles himself a little on the sofa and brings his arm down so that it envelops around your shoulders and he can pull you into his grasp a little tighter - drawing him into you.

"What's up babe?" He asks running a hand up and down your spine, the delicate feeling making your skin tingle.

"Nothing, I'm okay, I just zoned out for a second, that's all," You encourage, staring down at the material of his joggers so that you don't have to look up and meet his eyes.

You can only imagine the frown on his face as he says, "Are you sure?"

"Of course," You try to inject a little more energy into your words then, hoping he'll believe them just a fraction more.

"Okay, I'm going to get a beer, do you want anything?" He kisses the top of your hair.

Your mind flashes back to the comments from before, one in particular - She needs to lose weight if she wants to be good enough for him.

"Just a water please."

Drew narrows his eyes at you, "Who are you and what did you do with my girlfriend?"

You laugh and it seems to satisfy any worry in him as he disappears into the kitchen. You shift your weight on the couch and pull his hoodie around you, making sure it didn't sit too awkwardly around your stomach. You swallow the lump in your throat and try to blend into the room you now felt completely separate in.

~~~

There was always that half an hour of procrastination after you had a shower where you would sit on your bed and let the time just pass. You'd been scrolling aimlessly through TikTok with no real attention, until you came across a video of your own boyfriend. It was an edit of him from interviews with the cast recently, that brightness in his eyes that never faded.

You're not sure why you do, but you click onto the comments. And it's practically flooded.

How (Y/N) managed to get him is beyond me

She's never going to be enough for him

He'll realise it eventually.

She was better looking when they first got together but she's let herself go.

The last comment has a video response attached to it and it's simply instinct when you click onto it. There's a montage of photos of you just before you and Drew had got together, and when the music changes, it's photos of you now that you and Drew were eight months in. Sure, your body had changed. You were comfortable, and healthy, and you were no longer as concerned with counting your meals like they were all crimes against you. He made you confident in a way that let you see your body as more than its image. But that didn't seem to be enough for his 'fans'.

Your eyes drift up to the outfit hanging from a clothes hanger on the door of the wardrobe in front of you, the one you'd been so excited to wear tonight. It was black and tight fitted, a low neckline and a lower back that dipped to the bottom of your spine, two thin diamond circled cut-outs on either side of your torso. When you'd first put it on, it felt like a dream, and you felt like you couldn't wait for the event when you could wear it. You imagined the photos they'd take of you and Drew, the way he'd look at you in awe like you were the best thing he'd ever seen. But the thought of wearing it now is bringing a sick feeling to your stomach that you are sure won't leave.

"What are you doing here?" Drew laughs when he walks into the room, snapping you out of your daze, "And what are you watching? I've heard that song playing like ten times in a row."

You look up from your phone and lock it quickly before he can see the screen.

"What are you hiding?" He narrows his eyes at you jokingly, "Is it your secret boyfriend?"

"One of them," You return sarcastically.

He walks over to the edge of the bed and stands between your legs, where you were sat with your towel wrapped around your drying skin.

"You know if you sit here longer you'll be complaining that we're going to be late," He comments, running his fingers over the water droplets that are lingering on your shoulders.

"Yeah, um, I hope you don't mind," You take a deep breath, not making eye contact with him, "I think I might take a rain check on tonight."

Drew steps back a little like he's genuinely taken aback, before crouching down in a squat in front of you so that his eyeline meets yours, "Okay, what's going on babe?"

"Nothing, nothing," You smile a little, trying to reassure yourself as much as him, "I just don't really feel like going out."

"Do you feel okay?" He brings a hand up to brush some of the damp hair away from your face, the back of his hand pressed against your skin like he's checking for your temperature.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I'm fine, I'm just not up for going out," You nod, smiling so that it hides the weakness in your eyes.

"You know these events are boring when you're not there," He squeezes your shoulder, leaning forward to kiss you.

You're cautious at the touch, something you'd never felt before with Drew. He draws one hand up to cup around your head, his long fingers sprawling backwards to grip you close to him, drawing you into his kiss. When you feel the contact of his hand against your thigh - nothing more than a gentle grip like he normally would - you can't help but flinch away.

He looks at you with a flash of worry over his features, "I didn't mean to-"

"I'm just tired," You cut in quickly, pushing yourself back a bit on the mattress, "I think I might take a nap."

Drew swallows the lump in his throat and tries to mask the concern on his face, worried he'd just done something he shouldn't have done, "Yeah, okay, get some sleep. I'll let you know when I'm leaving."

He stands up and drags a hand through his hair, looking at you again like he's trying to break through a wall without knowing why it was there, or what he'd find on the other side. But there was a strange air of uncertainty when he looked at you, like he was finding it just slightly more difficult to see you recently - and he just couldn't figure out why.

"I'll see you soon."

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Over the next few days, you try to use the excuse that you're ill to avoid Drew asking too many questions. So that he doesn't overthink when you don't want to get up to make breakfast with him, or when he goes to cuddle you in bed but wakes up an hour later to find that you were no longer in his arms. But he recognises all of it. He's making mental notes of every time he sees you skip a meal, or eat barely enough to constitute as one. He lays awake when he feels you pull away from him, knowing you're laying away from on the opposite side of the bed, neither of you sleeping. He notices the way you pull awkwardly at your clothes, and how the tighter fitting things you normally wore had all been seemingly discarded in a pile at the bottom of your wardrobe. He saw it all because he wanted to see you.

You snapped him from his thoughts as you came into the kitchen. You looked tired, and the colour seemed to have drained from your face, your body drowned in one of his hoodies, your eyes focused on your phone.

"So that's where all of my jumpers have gone," Drew comments, stirring aimlessly at the eggs in the pan.

"Did you post a photo of us?" Your voice sounds hoarse, not the sort of thickness that would tell him you'd slept well.

"Yeah, yeah," He beams, "Just one of us from our holiday, I think Madison took it, we're by the pool."

He's sure he can see a tremble in your hands when you look up at him.

"What's up?" There's a frown washing over his face, one full of fear.

You shake your head, "Nothing, it's nothing. What are you making?"

He looks down at the pan and turns down the heat, "Eggs, bacon and toast, do you want some?"

"No, no, I'm not hungry."

It's like something switches in him then, a final straw in him as he was watching you slip away from him.

"(Y/N), what's going on?"

You look up at him and your gaze meets his for the first time, it already evoking a bubbling in your chest that you were sure would result in tears.

Drew crosses the space of the kitchen island and comes to stand in front of you, "I can tell something's wrong, and I've been trying to give you your space but it's so hard - this isn't you."

He stands in front of you and holds one hand of yours in his, his other hand moving to your other one, but your phone is still gripped tight in its grasp. Drew's eyes flick down and then back up to yours, taking the phone from you like it was going to tell you an explanation of everything going on behind your eyes.

When he looks at the screen, it is flooded with your message requests on Instagram - all of them hurling various insults at you, telling you of your lack of worth, how Drew must be blind to be with you, how disgusting you were, how you'd let yourself go. There's a sickness in his stomach, and he finds himself gripping your hand tighter as if he needed something to steady him.

"How long has this been going on for?" His eyes haven't left the screen.

"A while now but the past couple of weeks have been really bad," There's a quiver in your bottom lip.

"And this is all of it? Or is there more?"

"There's comments on my photos too, and I've seen some stuff on TikTok as well," You continue, watching his every move like you didn't know what he'd do next.

"(Y/N), why didn't you say anything?"

"I'm sorry I-" You stumble over your words, tears spilling down your cheeks.

"No, no, you don't need to apologise. I'm not mad at you okay?" He tosses your phone onto the couch and uses his free hand to cup your cheek, "I just want you to be able to tell me these things, and I'm worried about why you felt like you couldn't."

"I-" You try to swallow down the nerves blocking your throat, "So many of the comments were about not being enough for you, and I kept seeing them and every time I did, I just got scared that you'd see it and you'd believe them."

"Not enough for me?" Drew's voice cracks at the thought, "(Y/N) you are everything to me."

Your tears start to fall down onto his hand but he doesn't move it from your skin.

"I don't care what these people think, I don't care what they have to say, but I do care about how it's made you feel like this. You've been losing yourself because of this, and that can't keep happening. You were so confident (Y/N), it's one of the things I love about you," He smiles reassuringly and you can't help but smile too.

There are no words now that were going to feel right for you to say.

"I don't expect you to think of yourself as perfect. Hell, there are things about myself that I don't like, but I need you to think of yourself as enough, okay?"

You nod.

"You're more than enough for me, you're always going to be," He kisses your nose, "But you also need to be enough for yourself."

When he wraps his arms around you, it's like he's breathing a new sense of love and life into your tired limbs. You look over his shoulder and can see the reflection of the two of you in the long mirror that occupied one wall of your lounge. Drew is crouched down to your height, his head dropped down to your shoulder and his arms long enough to envelop around you. He holds you like you’re the most precious thing on the planet, like he’s kissing every single one of the stars that made up your body. He makes you feel loved, and, more importantly, he makes you feel like you could love yourself. And that felt like enough.

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Hello! I have to say that I agree with you on which of the drivers give of, dating a plussize girl energi! And then a thought raced across my mind. How would the freaking world react to George Russell just showing up in the paddock with a plussize lady?! 😱 Like everyone would be stunned! And George would go like "Oh! I just took a leaf out of Micks book" I think people would be deadpanned 🤣

Okay first off I love this suggestion!!! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond and get back to posting. I've had a lot of personal stuff going on and I appreciate everyone's patience.

George Russell with a plus size girlfriend Side Note: I will admit that at first I didn't think that George would realistically go out with a plus size girl, but I then realized the reason I thought so is because I only was picturing him with Carmen mentally. I honestly only think that there are maybe just a small handful of drivers who honestly wouldn't go out or date a plus size girl and this is from my personal experience as a plus size person myself and just really reading their vibes and such. As always feedback is greatly appreciated!

- George just screams old money vibes and I know that as plus size girl myself that shopping for luxury clothing can be tougher as a larger size. I think 100% that George would research which brands were the best for making your experience best and plan a shopping day for you around that.

-I think that George wouldn't look at you as "oh yeah she's larger" or "yeah she is what they consider plus sized" or whatever. To George you're his girl and that's the end of the story.

-George overhears you telling your friend on the phone that you wish you could wear his button-ups around the house and feel sexy like those girls on Instagram, but that it just doesn't feel right. Over the next two weeks you notice George wearing button-ups that are oversized for him, but he's offering (sometimes you swear it's like begging) for you to wear them and see how soft they are

-He loves when you get all dressed up and you guys get to go somewhere nice, but he loves it even more when he is the one who gets to undress you like you're his own Christmas present

-George is always posting shirtless photos of himself and you can't help but feel a bit jealous at the models who comment on those posts, even though deep down you know you're the one who has his heart

-You two are very private, but not secret relationship vibes and so when George pulls up with you on his arm at the paddock let's just say the media and his fans had a field day

-Now George has a lot of respect for the younger Schumacher and when a reporter asks George in an interview "So were there any obvious reasons you were hiding the missus from us?" he simply replies "I just had to borrow a page out of Mick's book. He treats his lady like a queen and Y/N doesn't need any added drama to her life. She's a kind person with a stunning personality and I would never want her to feel like my job adds stress to our relationship or her."

-Now you had to reward ole Georgie for that one when you heard about the interview. Poor Georgie even had to cancel the dinner plans you two had because there was no way you were letting him leave that hotel room anytime soon after hearing how he not only stuck up for you, but complimented one of his dear friends.

-The fans were torn honestly and that's what sucked

-Some of them were so proud of George for sticking up for you like that and shutting that nasty reporter down, but some of them were so cruel and mean. They would go as far as to find your family's and friend's socials and leave rude and hurtful comments on any posts with you in them.

[chronocrump]

Hello Chronocrump, I recently stumbled upon your art the other day, and I couldn't stop staring at your gallery.. It makes me realize there is so much thats lacking from my art that I really want to improve on. I felt desperate to contact you, but wasn't sure if it would be rude. I wanted to try to ask you, how do you approach drawing? Do you structure it first, or start with a gesture drawing? Focus on the form or perspective first? Etc My other question might seem strange, but I wanted to ask how do you hold your pencil? Ive learned that different pencil grips can drastically change the quality of someone's art. Thank you for your time. I'm sorry if my message is to long, or you don't want to respond back. I wanted to atleast try, but also let you know that your work has been very inspiring for me to keep trying.

I'm glad to answer your questions, it's seriously no problem. I wanna start by telling you how amazed I was when I checked your profile to see your work. I know you have a huge lack of confidence in it, but your art is genuinely beautiful, and frankly, looking at it, I found it hard to believe that you would be asking me for advice...from my perspective, you're way ahead of me. You're certainly better with color; you might notice I really only post sketches lol. I really don't want to dismiss or downplay your feelings about it, but I have to let you know how I felt looking at it. To me it seems like your brain is telling you your art isn't good enough when it very, very much is.

Anyway, enough gushing from me lol. On to your questions.

Usually when starting a drawing, I very loosely and lightly sketch the overall form of the pose I wanna do. Very rough basic shapes/forms to get everything in its right place before I start really drawing it with confident lines. Even then, all the lines are subject to change; nothing is sacred. To be honest tho, I usually mess up the proportions and have to fix them a bit lol. I try to sketch cleanly and concisely, meaning I try not to draw a lot of lines in a spot that could really be done with just one or two. I'm not super strict on that tho, at the end of the day while I try to draw efficiently, I also want to draw comfortably. So with something like a big circle for example, I'll draw that pretty sketchy. In terms of perspective, I'm trying to get better at it, but when considering how I want to use it in a drawing, it's part of the initial image or idea I have in my head, so I lay it out from the beginning. I do also draw structure lines on the face, just a simple cross to plan where the center of the face will be. Lately I've also tried taking more pictures of myself for pose reference and it works well.

Most of my practice comes from studying my favorite artists and trying to emulate the specific ways they structure their drawings. I should actually be doing dedicated practice sessions with that, but I digress. Recently I've been trying to practice from photos first thing in the morning, tho I'm finding it hard to commit to doing it daily. I just go on pinterest and find cool poses, then draw them, trying to get down the basic shapes and prominent features more than focusing on minute details. I've posted some of these practice sketches on here but there's a few more on my twitter if you wanna see what I'm talking about.

In terms of my pencil grip, I'm not sure...since I was little, I've always had an unusual grip. Looking it up, I guess it's like the "dynamic quadrupod" grip, but with my forefinger farther back. Really the most I try to do is draw less with my wrist and more with my forearm. Some say you should "draw from the shoulder", and that sounds right...I guess it's all about avoiding straining your wrist and getting carpal tunnel lol.

Anyway, I'm flattered that you would ask me for advice. To be honest, it makes me feel like I should have more confidence in my own art. And you should too! I can say that, objectively, your art is very good. I hope my advice was actually helpful and not generic stuff you've heard before lol. Good luck in your art journey.