#jo is jb

[emergingghost]

littlewomengenius <3 @this-is-boygenius

[brawngp2009]

god bless autobiographies because people will spill the craziest beans and publish the funniest pictures!!! for the whole world to see!!! (Jennifer i love youuu)

[brandogenius]

I knew Jo was gonna have you in a chokehold sooner or later.

Be prepared to be a bit flustered when you see concert videos of them cuz there's just something about how they handle their guitar when they're preforming.

THE MINUTE I SEEN JO I WAS LIKE WAIT A MINUTE 👁️ 👀 AND DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE I WENT!

i’m glad you knew- you know me so well anon fr

no cus for real!!! it’s so mesmerising i feel like i could watch them play guitar all day!! for real a super talented guitarist 🔛🔝

[boldlyvoid]

there is nothing weirder to me than when straight people are like "i love him he's like my brother" and then they fuck... are you okay?

[newtness532]

dreams should not be better than reality because what do you mean im not really in love with her and thiiis close to her and being with her??? i mean even the julien baker told me "you're in love, you're smiling, ive never seen you do that before"

[spooky-haze]

quick jo bro cover 🥴🤷

[tonyspank]

Tony....please make me an angsty-romantic, JO or JO character x Fem!Reader one shot! You decide who it fits more. With a good ending, please!

I'm currently listening to Waves by Calpurnia.... this song is so mesmerizing.

My request would be based on that, but it's okay if you don't want to do it!

Hope you are eating well, Thank you so much!

-🎸

HOLD ON

Jenna Ortega x Gn!Reader

Summary: “I don’t want to die.”

Warnings: Cancer, gunshot, blood, violence, and let me know if there’s anymore.

A/N: thank you so much for this request anon! i hope you enjoy, although im not very good at angst 💔

Jenna’s not famous in this & also! this was heavily inspired by jbs music video !!

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$13,892, the minimum amount the doctors told you Jenna's treatment would be. $14,283, the amount you were quoted by a second hospital for the same treatment.

The problem? Jenna has no insurance.

Jenna has no insurance, and you have no money. You saw the look on your girlfriend's face when you were given these estimates, and you knew she practically gave up right then and there. You promised Jenna you would find a way to cover the cost, no matter what it took. But you have no idea where to begin.

That was three weeks ago.

Jenna was your best friend, your companion, and your girlfriend, and you can't bear to see her suffer without the treatment she needs. But with only two months until the deadline, you still have no idea how you'll ever be able to afford the medical attention she needs.

You sit on the floor of your bedroom, your back against your bed frame, and a hand covers your face. You take a deep breath, but it does little to soothe the tightness in your chest. You feel lost, helpless, and hopeless.

But you know one thing for sure: No matter what happens, you'll do anything and everything you can to help Jenna.

Jenna stirs in her sleep, awaking you from your thoughts. You quickly wipe away a tear before she opens her eyes. You know that you have to stay strong for her, no matter how overwhelmed you may feel.

When she opens her eyes and looks around, her gaze finally meets yours. Her smile is weak, and you can see the pain behind her eyes. She holds her hand out to you, and you quickly take it, kissing it softly and pressing her palm against your cheek.

"Good morning." She says, her voice raspy from lack of use.

"Hi." You reply, leaning forward and kissing her lips gently. Jenna's lips are cold and dry, a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand in yours. You try not to think about how much pain she's in.

"What are you doing sitting on the floor?" She asks you, her eyes searching yours for an answer. You smile softly, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "I wanted to be closer to you." Jenna's eyes soften, and a small, grateful smile tugs at the corners of her lips.

But it soon fades away, replaced by a look of sadness. "You should get some sleep," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I know you've been up for hours."

You feel a lump form in your throat, knowing that she's trying to protect you even in her own pain. "I can't." You admit.

"I'm okay." She mutters, but you know she isn't. She can barely move her left arm. Her breathing is labored, and she's so pale, it's like she's lost all her color.

"You're not okay."

"No." She agrees, looking down at her hands. "But I will be. Please, Y/N, get some rest. I'll still be here when you wake up." You finally relent, knowing that she's right. You lean in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before climbing into the bed next to her.

"I'm scared." She admits it quietly.

"I am too." You tell her, pulling her close. "I promise I'll be here for you every step of the way," you whisper, feeling her body relax against yours. "We'll get through this together."

With those words, she closes her eyes, finding tranquility in your presence as you both drift off to sleep, holding onto each other tightly.

Your dreams have been the same for a few days, almost as if you were reliving your life with Jenna. The memories are always happy, and they help distract you from the reality of the situation.

You dream about the day you met her. It was on the late afternoon on a beach in Los Angeles, with the waves going back and the sun rising and falling. You were just wandering along the shore, looking at the scenery and the people.

She was sitting on a large rock, looking out over the ocean, her feet in the water, and the sand beneath her. You remember seeing her from a distance and being immediately drawn to her.

So, you walked towards her, not knowing what you were going to say, or what you were even going to do. "Can I help you?" She asked, turning her head and giving you a smile.

You felt a rush of nerves as you approached her; she was gorgeous, and her smile was captivating.

That wasn't the only day you spent together. Every weekend, you would meet on that beach. Sometimes, you would go out for dinner, and sometimes you would just spend the whole day together.

But now, it was hard for Jenna to leave the apartment, let alone walk on the beach.

You had been dating for three years, and now she was in your apartment, her illness was getting worse, and your money was running low. You were struggling to balance taking care of her and working long hours to pay for her medical bills.

Another week had passed. Jenna had gotten worse, the chemotherapy was taking a toll on her body, and the medical bills were piling up faster than you could keep up with.

You were barely making enough to cover her medication and hospital costs, and the stress was beginning to affect you. You had been working nonstop, barely getting any sleep, and you were starting to feel run down.

You were losing hope. The deadline was only a month away, and you had no idea how you would manage to come up with the money. You had tried everything, but nothing seemed to be working.

Jenna was fading away right in front of your eyes, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

You couldn't bear the thought of losing her. She was the love of your life—the one person who made you feel alive. She had been the only person to truly understand you, and the thought of losing her was like a dagger in your heart.

You were sitting in your garage , surrounded by all the tools and equipment you had collected over the years. Your eyes fell on an orange plastic gun sitting on a workbench, gathering dust. It was a toy gun that Jenna had given you as a joke, but now it could be the key to your plan.

You picked it up along with a can of black spray paint, determined to do whatever it took to save Jenna. You carefully painted the gun, and once it dried, you tucked it into your waistband.

Jenna's last words before she was admitted to the hospital echoed in your mind.

I don't want to die.

It was a cold, rainy night. You were dressed in all black, the orange toy gun was tucked into the pocket of your hoodie, and your motorcycle helmet was securely fastened under your arm. Your hands were shaking as you gripped the gun. You were nervous, and you knew the consequences of what you were about to do.

But you couldn't let fear stop you. Jenna's life was on the line, and you were willing to do whatever it took to save her, even if it meant risking everything. With a deep breath, you stepped toward the bank teller, sliding her a note demanding the money and making it clear that you were armed.

The teller looked at you in shock but quickly complied with your demands, giving you the money. You quickly stuffed it into a bag, keeping the plastic gun hidden in your pocket as you quickly walked toward the back exit where your bike was parked.

Suddenly, an alarm rang out , causing panic to erupt in the bank. The security guard sprang into action, blocking your path to the exit. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you shoved him into a nearby table and made a run for it, jumping onto your bike and speeding away as police sirens wailed behind you, knowing that you had to escape quickly before they caught up to you.

You weaved through traffic, trying your hardest to escape from the multiple police cars chasing after you, their sirens blaring. It was a dark and stormy night, and you were driving through the streets of the city, the rain pouring down heavily. Your hands were shaking, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Abruptly, a car pulled out in front of you, causing you to slam on the brakes. You looked around and realized you were surrounded by police cars with no way out. The officers approached with their guns drawn, ordering you to put your hands in the air.

Your hands stayed on the handles, the gun pressed against your leg, and a lump formed in your throat. There was no way out. You were trapped, and there was no way you would escape.

A shot rang out, causing you to flinch and close your eyes in fear. When you opened your eyes, there was blood seeping through your hoodie, and you felt a sharp pain in your side. You never really understood the meaning of flight or fight until that moment, but now it was clear - you had to fight for your life.

Your survival instincts kicked in, and you made a split-second decision to make a run for it, ignoring the pain and speeding past the officers. The sound of gunfire echoed in your ears as you accelerated towards the familiar streets you had taken nearly hundreds of times.

Your bike sputtered to a stop as you reached your destination, sirens getting closer and closer. You stumbled off the bike and ran through the hallways of the distinct building, clutching your bleeding side and pushing past startled onlookers.

You could see Jenna's room number at the end of the hallway, and you knew you had to reach her before it was too late. You burst into the room, and relief flooded your body when you saw her sleeping peacefully.

"Y/N?" She whispered, slowly opening her eyes. Her voice was weaker than ever, and her skin was pale.

You rushed to her side, tears streaming down your face as you laid your head on her shoulder. "I'm here, Jenna," you choked out, holding her hand tightly. "I love you."

Jenna weakly squeezed your hand, her head slowly turning to the doorway where the police stood, waiting to take you away. "I love you too," she said softly, her eyes filled with tears.

[bitethehnd]

Hii, love your writting! ❤️❤️ Can i request one where JB and reader are seen kissing at a party and fans freak out on social media and the next day they look at the posts together?

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pairing : julien baker x fem!reader

synopsis : after a fun night out celebrating the boys’ new album, you and julien wake up to madness

cw : really nothing, just fluff and an accidental hard launch. some sexual innuendos, actress!reader because i said so, femme!reader, phoebe being a menace

you were a fairly well-known actress, julien was a fairly well-known singer. the two of you should have probably known to be more cautious if you didn't want your business showcased all over enews, but neither of you were thinking about that. the boys had just released their album 'the record' last night at midnight. it had done very well on the charts so far, and there was nowhere to go but up from there. you were insanely proud of the women you loved and all of you were celebrating their achievement.

muna had joined you and the boys at the bar you were at. the four of you all sprouted grins as you stood up to greet them. you pulled jo's girlfriend, kelli, in for a long hug.

"hi, baby," kelli said into the hug. you smiled brightly and kissed her cheek.

"thank you for coming, kells. i know it means the world to them that you're all here," you said sweetly as you pulled away.

"are you kidding me? jo wouldn't shut up about seeing them all week." you and kelli started to giggle loudly. jo and julien turned around in amusement at the sound.

"and what are you ladies laughing about?" jo asked sarcastically and raised one eyebrow. julien walked up to you and wrapped one arm around your waist securely, a giddy smile on her face. it made you practically beam to see her so happy.

"i was just telling kelli my elaborate plan to steal her away from you. you better watch out, jo," you winked at the curly-haired woman with a smug smile. jo fake gasped and pulled kelli away from you. the four of you all started to laugh loudly your antics.

"who's ready to party?!" phoebe suddenly yelled over the loud music. you all started hollering and made your way to the bar top. some ordered drinks, but you and julien opted for soda instead. she was sober and you had decided when you two got serious that you wouldn't drink around her. she insisted that it was fine and it didn't bother her in the slightest, but you stuck with your decision. you were sober in spirit for her.

as the drinks were downed, all of you made your way to the dance floor. you cheered in delight as a rihanna song came on, pulling julien to dance with you.

"babyyy," julien whined, "you know i can't dance."

"anyone can dance, jules. now c'mon, just follow my lead," you said and placed her hands on your hips. you guided her movements, instructing her to move her hips in sync with yours. you put your arms around her neck as your bodies got closer together.

julien leaned up and burrowed her head in the crook of your neck, sucking marks onto the delicate skin. you giggled softly at her actions, moving your torso right up against hers. at that point, you two were practically grinding on each other. you could feel the outline of her abs through her button up shirt, and she was right at eye level with your cleavage that was probably spilling out of your top.

neither of you were thinking about anything other than each other, so you failed to see the woman that was recording you sitting at the bar.

after about ten minutes of dancing, you pulled julien's face away from your neck and told her you needed a drink. she, of course, followed you to the bar and ordered a cherry coke for you.

the bartender filled up the glass for you and slid it across the bar. you took a long sip from the straw as julien watched you. she took the drink from your hands and did the same. you sat down on a stool, and she moved to stand in between your legs. you placed the drink down and wrapped your arms around her neck, her pulling you by the waist to get you closer.

"have i told you how proud i am of you?" you asked her as you played with her hair. she let out a soft chuckle.

"have i told you how beautiful you are?" she countered with a smug smile. you laughed loudly and slapped her on the shoulder.

you leaned in to give her a sweet kiss. she immediately responded, kissing you back passionately and gliding her tongue along your bottom lip. you gave her access, letting her tongue into your mouth. you two made out for a few minutes before phoebe came into sight and wolf whistled loudly. you laughed and julien just flipped her off. that night was perfect.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

the next morning, you and julien woke up to phoebe banging on the guest room door. the two of you and lucy decided to stay in the blonde’s apartment, which in hindsight was a bad idea. phoebe stayed up all hours of the night doing god knows what and woke the two of you up so early.

“phoebe! cut it out!” julien whined and rolled over, shoving her head under a pillow. the door practically busted open and phoebe came running in.

“guys, oh my god. you have to see this,” the older woman said and almost threw her phone at you.

you sighed and took her phone from her hands, the blonde bouncing on her feet anxiously. what could have made her so worked up? you didn’t know.

phoebe’s phone was opened to twitter. the tweets on her homepage were filled with videos and pictures of you and julien from last night. your eyes practically bulged out of your head as you scrolled.

“oh my god, julien, get up,” you said with a hardy laugh. the dirty blonde rolled over and glanced over your shoulder at the phone. her jaw was slack and she had a horrified look on her face. phoebe came and sat next to you on the bed as the three of you saw the leaked photos.

“this is…” julien trialed off and tilted her head.

“kinda funny…” you said monotonously before looking over at your lover and bursting out laughing. phoebe joined you in the giggles as julien looked at you guys like you grew three heads.

“guys! it’s not funny!” julien tried to reason, but she herself was starting to crack up.

“it’s funny. like, really funny,” you let out through your laughter. it sucked that someone had invaded your privacy, but the two of you were making out in the middle of a bar, so really it was your fault.

“it’s julien’s fault for practically fucking you in public,” phoebe shrugged.

“i was not!” julien exclaimed dramatically and hit phoebe with a pillow. the blonde fake gasped and hit her back. you were stuck in the middle of their childish fighting, trying to get out of the way of the flying objects.

“can you guys shut the fuck up! some of us would like to sleep!” lucy suddenly yelled from her bed down the hall.

“sorry, luce!” you yelled back.

“alright, get the fuck out, bridgers,” julien said and pointed a finger at the blonde.

“fine, baker,” she sassily responded before taking her phone and walking out of the door.

you and julien looked at each other as she shut the door, soft smiles on your faces. you hugged julien and gave her a kiss on the forehead, she cuddled into your chest.

“do you think we should tell people we’ve been together for two years?” julien asked jokingly as she looked up at you. it was surprising that you guys managed to keep your relationship a secret for so long.

“do you think we should tell people we’re engaged?” you joked back as you two fell into laughter again.

the rest of the morning was spent scrolling on social media to see people’s reactions. most were surprised and overjoyed, and some said they knew all along. which was obviously a sham because the two of you were ‘just friends’ to the public until now.

the tiktok edits made you blush and people’s shocked tweets made the two of you smile. after a while, you two decided to post an instagram story to your profile. the picture was the two of your hands laced together. julien’s unique tattoos made it obvious it was her, but the real surprise came from the diamond ring proudly placed on your ring finger. let’s just say twitter had another field day after that.

© bitethehnd

[gingerjolover]

can we prioritize jb controversially young gf pleaseeeee i vote yes

to ease y'all into it, get ya warmed up, here's a little appetizer (courtesy of my friends @boywithpinkcarnation and @ever-siince-new-york aka the loves of my life)

julien w a controversially!young gf

okay i have an (unpopular) opinion that i don't think julien would date someone controversially young not because there's something wrong with it but because she will get so existential and I feel like she would feel bad if your brain wasn't fully developed lol

however!!!! this aside, lets continue

I don't think it would be a best friends little siblings scenario or like the kid of someone on her team or the bg team

young!gf is probably a writer or an artist of some kind and julien is either a fan or is at a charity event or something similar and she meets boygenius and they all instantly love her sm

and jules and young!gf really hit it off and so julien leaves with her number but doesn't find out shes young until like 3 days later

has an absolute crisis about it, especially because she doesn't want to hurt you or change you

thinking young!gf is 20 about to be 21, like just old enough that some people will be like um??? but also you're a whole-ass adult so you can do what ya want

but julien and young!gf have a very serious convo bc they are both feeling the vibe and julien just wants a healthy, mutually beneficial, safe, and loving relationship

but anyways

lets get right to it, phoebe and lucy and MUNA love you

like the love u sm but they also love teasing julien

julien could be getting up from a chair or like be laying on the floor and phoebe is yelling "life alert" to you, a glare pushing its way onto jules's face

phoebe is the biggest instigator, always snapping photos of you both candidly and adding them to her photo dumps

I had that phoebe buys young!gf a t-shirt that says I love milfs but @boywithpinkcarnation said a shirt with I <3 cougars and its iconic honestly

phoebe will 1000% caption a photo of you sitting on jb's lap and be like "sugar daddy vibes🤑" or one of jb sitting on your lap with the caption "jb is taking babysitting wayyy too seriously" (@boywithpinkcarnation)

they all call you baby and they mean it

katie is the second biggest instigator and right after that is lucy, then nomi, then jo

katie always teases about "respect your elders"

lucy will post a very wholesome photo of the two of you but caption it "spend time and cherish your elders, they aren't around forever❤️" (straight from social queen @boywithpinkcarnation)

eventually young!gf gets into it and starts making jokes like kelli tiktok vibes (@ever-siince-new-york)

she gets asked in a day in the life vid or a live a question about jules and shes like "I'm not sure really...i just with her for the money," and julien is in the back like that interview when lucy says they're breaking up like "baby! don't say that! it's not funny!" and she's groaning coming into frame, her hand on young!gf's head, "they're gonna start to believe you, ya know?" like all sassy how jb gets🤓☝🏼

PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET VIBEZZZZ @ever-siince-new-york, carlena said and i quote, "like they're not lovesurging on tiktok but if the paps get jb giving hickies on film... oh well😁"

they are also STOKED for you to turn 21, since most of them are sober the idea of getting you drunk is so appealing

and jb is SO protective, like already jb has her hands on young!gf all. the. time. like in the dip of her back or on her hips or hand on the back of her neck, jb is always making some type of physical contact

BUT especially in the club or at a bar

they do get freaky on her 21st bday hehe

maybe the day after bc young!gf just lets joi keep giving her shots and julien is just standing there jaw dropped because who knew their sweet baby girl was a mf tank

but lit katie, molly, kelli, jo, nomi, lucy, and phoebe LOVE you sm, like yes you're young and everyone is pushing or already 30 but young!gf is so profound and mature but not in a way that's not acting her age, she just has a very old soul and enjoys rest and knows what she likes and what she wants

and julien loooooves this, like jules doesn't want to groom you and mold you into something you're not, she wants you to act your age and like she doesn't isolate you or make you act 28 because everyone is around that age. like she fully supports if you wanna go out and party or like do something kinda childish or if you wanted to stress about school or be homesick, julien lets you just vibe and doesn't pressure you to grow up faster, she truly just wants you to grow up without the age gap looming over you

back to the daddy!jb antics, without infantalizing you, jb handles ALL of the "adult stuff" like y'all def split bills if you live together but she manages all of the subscriptions and pays all of the utilities and makes sure your car has gas and is always maintained like takes it to get inspected and stuff

if young!gf is in school than that's your biggest priority in jb's eyes, like yes focus on school or your work and then when you graduate we'll start to divvy up the household stuff

jb just loves to care for you, like she always has an extra hair tie on her wrist and its your scrunchie like the one you love

before you live together, jb is stocking her house w your stuff to make you comfy

your fave snacks are in the kitchen, your fave drinks in the fridge

jb buys a full size of your fave perfume and body wash, she has you pick out pajamas for her dresser and puts a jewelry holder on her dresser just for you (@ever-siince-new-york 🥹)

if you're in school, jb def has a desk set up in her office or music room and its one she built and it has cute pens and stationary and a pretty keyboard and a comfy chair where you can cross your legs and then under it is built in storage for some of your books and crocheting/knitting/crafting stuff

when you move in, jb designs (w the help of lucy and Katie) your own office where you can write and paint and it has the best sunlight in the whole house

julien also gets really anxious leaving you at home, not because you're not capable but she grows so attached and is like "you'll be a different person when i come back:("

always sending flowers and dinner and gifts while on the road (@ever-siince-new-york)

not smut but smut adjacent

julien is sooooo nervous to have sex w young!gf

maybe she hasn't done it before or julien just feels a lot of pressure to take care of her

and she has to be like "do you not like me?" kinda insecurely because julien is treating her like shes glass

and jb is like "oh my god sweet girl, no no no, i- of course i- i love you!"

and she's like "you WHAT??"

[ur-sick-and-married]

Hii could you write naomi mcpherson x younger reader going to mungenius christmas party? Appreciate you!

THE PARTY’S ON, THE FEELING’S HERE (Christmas special)

(Naomi McPherson x reader)

TW: mention of smoking, use of y/n, JBLU is a thing in this (idk if that bothers people)

SUMMARY: your partner takes you to a Christmas party :)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: these stories will be sporadic. I have no game plan.

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In the car, your hands were a bit shaky, but not from the raging cold. Getting together with your partner’s friends was intimidating, especially since you were a bit younger than all of them.

“You alright over there?” Naomi asked from the driver's seat. “You’ve been quiet.”

“I’m okay.” You nodded. Your voice broke.

“Don’t be nervous, baby.” Naomi said softly. They could always tell how you were feeling.

“I know I shouldn’t be.” You sighed. “It’s just…”

“I get it.” They squeezed your thigh. “We’re all older than you, and we’re all cool Los Angeles musicians. It’s definitely a little scary.”

You nodded, feeling understood. “Just…don’t leave me alone for too long, yeah?”

“Of course.” They smiled.

When you got to Katie Gavin’s home, you could see friends already inside, and the driveway was full of cars. You panicked a little.

“Are we late?” You gasped.

“Uhh…no.” Naomi checked the time. “Everyone else is early. Katie said to be here around this time.”

“Naomi, we are late!” You groaned, sinking into your seat. “Everyone’s here and we’re just arriving!”

“Babe.” Naomi said firmly, making you look at them. “It’s alright. Being late isn’t gonna mean anything to them. I’m actually surprised Jo and Kelli are here on time. Jo is constantly late. We’re not even late!”

You sighed, pushing your hair out of your face. “Jo is…always late, huh?”

“It’s the ADHD.” They shrugged.

You laughed a little, shaking your head.

“You’ve met them before, honey,” Naomi reassured you. “Multiple times. Katie, Kelli, and Jo love you. You’re like an additional member of the band at this point. And the boys adore you too. They think you’re cute…which you are.”

You blushed a bit, but covered it by wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead. “Alright, alright.”

“So you wanna head in?” They asked. “We will be late if we don’t.”

You quickly pulled yourself together, forcing your nerves away. Naomi’s comforting words had helped. Plus, if you were really that shy around everyone, you could always get Jo caught up in a good conversation.

Naomi held your hand tightly, the metal of their rings cooling your sweaty palm, as you went inside. You were met with a chorus of greetings. Everyone was sitting in the living room. Katie and Phoebe Bridgers were on the floor by the coffee table, Kelli Caton, Jo’s girlfriend, was in a nearby chair, Josette Maskin on the arm of the chair, and Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker were on the couch, taking up minimal space with JB sitting on Lucy’s lap. They were all in sweaters and jeans, apparently deciding that’s the gay Christmas look.

Naomi steered you to the other end on the couch, where they leaned on the arm, just like Jo. There was a quick round of “How are you” and then their earlier conversation continued. They filled you in, of course. The discussion was simply about what Christmas was like growing up.

“Guys, I’m Jewish!!!” Jo exclaimed.

“Then tell us about Hanukkah.” Kelli told her while the others laughed.

“Well…”

So Jo began telling you about that, which gave you time to relax. Naomi gently rubbed the back of your neck while Jo spoke, silently reassuring you that they were right there.

Once Jo’s rant was finished, they turned to you for your input. For a moment, you internally panicked, but you managed to talk a bit about your Christmas experience. Once you brought up how the concept of Santa Claus is creepy, everyone agreed eagerly, pulling you out of your shell.

Eventually, Katie announced it was dinner time, and the chatter moved to her dining room. Each person had brought a little something, creating a nice meal. Holiday music played in the background. The atmosphere was safe and cozy. It was hard to be shy at that point. They were all so kind, and they genuinely enjoyed hanging out with you.

At the table, Jo insisted that they say a prayer, so you held Naomi and Lucy’s hands as Jo thanked whoever for the food and for being gay and sexy.

Naomi kept a grip on your thigh under the table, only stopping when they needed to eat something with two hands. It was reassuring, though you didn’t need their comfort anymore. You engaged in a quiet discussion with Lucy, while the other talked about L.A. and what not. Lucy carried around a small camera all night, taking funny photos, along with beautiful ones.

Once the food was done, you and Naomi took the dirty plates into the kitchen, which gave you a moment alone.

“Hey,” Naomi pulled you to their chest, smiling softly. “How are you holding up? It seems like you’re doing good.”

“I am.” You smiled. “Everyone’s so nice. I like being with them.”

“I knew you would.” They chuckled. “Social anxiety, hm?”

“Yeah.” You laughed.

The group gathered in the living room once more, still chatty. The talk was lively and fun, not depressing, like you’d assume six indie musicians and their partners' conversation would be.

You helped Katie with dessert, Jo tagging along as well, when it was time.

“Don’t worry, I’m not making y’all decorate the cookies,” Katie explained. “I did that earlier. I don’t trust Jo with frosting.”

Jo grumbled, shaking her head, making you smile.

“I did…burn the cookies just a little.” Katie admitted. “But…they taste fine. They’re a little crisp if anything. I taste tested one or two.”

“Let us be the judges of this.” Jo said, picking up a cookie. She bit into it, and chewed thoughtfully, before declaring they were fine. She offered you the treat, so you took a bite from the opposite side. It definitely tasted…a little burnt. But the taste of the frosting covered it up.

“I mean,” You said. “It’s not like it’s black or something.”

“Thank you for the positivity.” Katie laughed.

“At least it’s not undercooked.” You shrugged. “No salmonella this Christmas.”

Things died down eventually, once the cookies were eaten, so people separated momentarily. Naomi and Julien slipped outside for a smoke break, Katie and Kelli went to start cleaning the dishes, Jo started cracking jokes, per usual, to Lucy, and you quickly went to the bathroom.

In the mirror, you stared at your reflection for a minute, and found color in your cheeks, and a content look in your eyes. All side effects of good friends. Connection was a bit scary to you. It

took a lot for Naomi to lure you to them. Being able to find kindness in the group made you happy. It was almost like a Christmas gift.

[kishmishorkissish]

Certain fandom and their president

When the topic is ishman:- 😑😡😡🤬

When the topic is their fvrt(shub-sara):-😍😍💞💞💞

Chalo start karte hai:-

To vo jo comment tha jiska ko ne reply Kiya vo comment bhai ek funny comment tha aur vo fandom mai reh jaata baat khtm thi but blud decided to puta a show .

Ha theek hai uska pov bhi vi ki shub got a life and we can't judge him blah blah blah , kyuki jo hume dikhta hai vo sirf 1pc hota hai maximum baaki hume literally kuch nhi pta. but the way he putted the things says so much bout him man was soo pressed aisa tha ki pta nhi aisa kya bol diya 💀💀.

Bhai ko jokes ka nhi pta .

Mera pehle ye tha ki bola rude tareeke se but theek bola hai like agr vo comment popular ho jaata (jiska chance sirf 0.1 pc tha ) to dikkat ho jaati, kyuki pta hi hai media aur ict fans ka . But bhai vo ek fandom ki cheez thi . Aise to usne Tumblr dekh liya to kya sabki ID bnd karwaega kya .

But thanks to him the thing is now popular. maine fer Tumblr khola then I got to know bout the other side and they are not wrong . And when you know all perspective tb cheeze jyada clear hoti hai . So here I am . Rai ka pahad bna diya hai usne .

Many are saying he is homophobe , then it's his problem not ours blud needs to fix his brain.

Bhai ko ye mazaak itna serious lg gya inke liye mazaak to vo hai jb pura stadium sara sara krta hai . He be like ohh they are doing this in funny way , even when the team officials told them to stop with the chants . Tb to isne ek statement vi nhi di 💀💀 agenda king. But ek comment itna lg gya .

Aur fer isne ek newspaper waale ko vi bash kara like theek hai , agr ye iske uss comment pai reply krne ke baad hai tb you guyss know ki aisa isne isliye kiya taaki koi ye na boley ki baaki cheeze nhi dikhti , safe play you know. Mereko batana ki usne ye pehle Kiya tha ya baad mai.

Mereko to ye pura ek stunt lg rha hai kyuki jb saare unko psnd kr rhe hai to isko kya dikkat hai including them also . Ya fer Ishu se hoga kuch.

Aur iss sbka fayda hua hai ek certain fandom ko cause their president didn't bashed thier fvrt. Aur bolega vi kese achi frnd jo hai vo.

Dekho mai kisi ko hate nhi krti mujhe koi frk nhi pdhta koi kya kr rha hai

Aur apna view share karo aur tamasha dekho bss 😌😌😌 .

Bhai kl tk itna khush they aaj ye bakchodi ho gyi 💀

Toodles, tum log vi apne vichar batana , aur agr mera koi point tumko acha na lga ho vo vi batana 💞😍😍😍

[thatonefemmelesbian]

Hi! iI love our writing, I think something about Julien and reader dating but yk reader is friends with Boygenius, Muna and Kelli (Jo's gf) so they all hang out and tease JB and reader, idk I think it would be cute and fun ^^

Omg I was literally thinking about writing some hcs and maybe a story about reader x julien hanging out with munagenius! Thank you so much for the suggestion💕 (i decided to go with some hc but I can totally do a proper story if you’d prefer that <3)

Always referring to you as ‘the lovebirds’ instead of your actual names

Always saying “get a room”

Definitely placed bets on how long it would take for you two to get together, if reader and Julien were friends before

Lucy fake flirting with you just to rile Julien up

You’ll never hear the end of it if you have a hickey in a very obvious spot

You and Kelli ‘gossiping’ about Julien and Jo when you hang out

Calling you by your first name paired with ‘Baker’

Joking that the only time they see Julien without you is when she’s on stage

They definitely let her go out on stage with your lipstick stains on her face/neck and don’t say anything to her

Always taking photos of you two when your not looking and posting them on instagram

Julien getting very defensive over you when they tease you a little too much

You and Kelli teasing each other when watching Julien and Jo preform

I think it would be cute if you and Julien go on doubles dates with either Phoebe and Bo or Kelli and jo from time to time

Teasingly calling you the pet names they hear Julien call you and vice versa

[brandogenius]

jo / julien:

masc grumpy reader: hi-

jo / julien: i'm gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure

[shubhadeep385]

Jb Mera data pack khatam hota h n tabhi tere ko online rehna hota h sala jindagi jhand ho rakhi h 😭😭 ooper se m kisi ka dimaag bhi nhi kha sakti !!!? 😤

Ok joke aside ye bta padhai kaisi chal Rahi hai??? Sb mast ?

Mere ko to yarr monk banna h ^_^ !!!!!

Tera bf tho mai hu nhi, jo tera data recharge krwa du, jindigi jhand mera bhi hai... 🤧😂

Guys yeh mera dimag bohut khati hai..😰

Padhai badiya chal rha hai, mai bhi mast, tu bhi mast, ab jaa school..✨

Monks gali nhi dete..🤧

[rogerdavisreal]

the existence of a JD and a JP implies theres JAs, JBs, JCs, JEs, JFs, JGs, JHs, JIs, JJs, JKs, JLs, JMs, JNs, JOs, JQs, JRs, JSs, JTs, JUs, JVs, JWs, JXs, JYs and JZs. all with very different personalities and disorders

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