#olivia beanie baby

[fuckthispost-andhappybirthday]

September 09: Happy Birthday Olivia (Beanie Babies)!!!!

[somebodylovesyougcv]

Watching bcs 6.04 like nooooo don’t ostracize jimmy at the courthouse. Yes he defended lalo salamanca and scammed the court but look at his face!!! His sad eyes!!!! How can u be mean to that man ?!?!

[sturniolopepsi]

‘tis the season…for seasonal depression (C.S)

cw: talks seasonal depression/anxiety/ED (LIGHTLY) (read at own risk please!) use of y/n ¿ANGST i think¿

req: no i was listening to “Can’t catch me now” by Olivia Rodrigo and we got here. enjoy!

A/N: please don’t read if your triggered by the topic! your mental health is more important and this fic will always be here to come back to when you’re in a better headspace love! MY DM’S ARE ALWAYS OPEN!

~what i write is completely fictional, these are just ideas in my head. i understand the people i write about do not and may not act like this in these situations ITS FICTIONAL BABES!~

NOT PROOF READ. AND JUST A JUMBLE OF THOUGHTS

***

y/n’s phone buzzes on the night stand, she debates answering it but taking the covers off her head to face the world around her seems to be to big of a daunting task at the moment. it buzzes again but she chooses to ignore it, snuggling deeper in her safe place under the covers.

she hasn’t actually spoken to anyone in about two days… but this depression episode started about a week ago, y/n slowly started to drift away. her boyfriend and his brothers busy with meetings and their lives hardly noticing her absence.

***

the triplets getting home from their meeting, chris tries calling and texting y/n. with no successful attempts he goes downstairs into the kitchen where his brothers are sitting planning the next wednesday baking video.

“has anyone heard from y/n?” chris asks his brothers both of them having a confused look on their faces. “no actually not for a few days.” matt responds, “not since the day we brought her mcdonalds. which was monday i think” it was now Thursday. “last time i heard from her was tuesday she put a short response in the girls group chat but that was itttt.” nick adds now matching chris’ horrified expression.

chris knew of her seasonal depression but it only being november he didn’t expect it to hit this early and this fast. “yeah, i didn’t get to message her yesterday i passed out before i could” he starts walking out of the kitchen. the boys could hear his voice breaking knowing he’s blaming this all on himself. before chris knows it he has his beanie on and shoes on.

“chris, where are you going?” nick asks standing in the hallway looking out towards the door. matt starts to grab his keys knowing his brother is about to ask for a ride to y/n’s house.

“too her”

chris opens the door disappearing out into the cold winter boston night.

***

hearing the front door open and closing downstairs startles the poor girl awake. before the panic attack can start she hears his voice. “y/n where are you?” she would answer him. but she doesn’t want him to see her like this. so if she pretends she’s not here maybe he will think she’s at her parents house. though, knowing him he’d try there too if he didn’t find her here. causing her parents to then worry about her whereabouts and well being as well as chris. she hears his footsteps coming up the stairs.

“in here chris… i’m okay just not feeling good i wouldn’t come in” her voice cracking after not being used in a while. she hears his pace picking up over the stairs and a little knock on the bedroom door before he slowly opening it to the dark room. seeing her poke her head out of the covers tears instantly threatening to fall at the sight of him “i’m sorry” her voice breaks. “oh baby” is all he can whisper walking over to the edge of her bed.

that’s when the tears start, she can’t control them and she doesn’t even know why she’s crying every doubt every fear RUNNING to her head at once. he climbs in bed with her instantly pulling her into his arms. whispering, “i’m sorry baby… it’s okay… shhh… i’m here… i’m here pretty girl… you’re not alone anymore…” softly kissing her on the top of the head. her face shoved into his chest and her body rattling with each sob, which only makes him hold her a little closer and keep whispering sweet things to her.

after some time she calms, chris still holding her as close as before. “i’m sorry… i’m so sorry chris” she states again her voice stuffy from the crying. “don’t apologize, pretty girl. don’t ever apologize for this.” she looks towards him, her face red from the crying, her eyes soft and tired, hair a mess from being in her bed. that’s when he hears her stomach growl. “baby when was the last time you had something to eat?” he asks looking at her, her face going from this soft sad to a confused state. the fact she’s trying to remember when her last meal was let’s chris know it’s been to long. “umm mcdonald’s, with you” she responds. his face drops… “y/n… that was monday night kid, it’s thursday.” her face looks confused clearly not realizing what day it was. “oh my sweet girl… am i able to go and get you a bath ready or a shower depending on what one you feel comfortable with. if you want i’ll call matt once you’re done he can come get us we can get something to eat, stop and get some snacks, and you come back to our house? i want you to be close to me so i can make sure you’re okay” he understands that he can’t just 1. force her to leave her bed if she’s not ready yet hence why he asked if she was comfortable with that. and 2. he knows he can’t just tell her everything will be okay and she will be perfect and happy again. he knows depression works on its own time but, at least if she’s with him he will be able to keep an eye on her.

she slowly nods processing the information and making her decision. she also really doesn’t want to be alone so, it seems like a good idea. “yeah. that sounds okay… just will you sit in the bathroom with me please?” laying her head back down on his chest seeming silly asking him if that request. “of course. anything you need sweetheart. you just tell me when you’re ready to get up okay?” giving her a light squeeze kissing the top of her head once more.

“we will get through this y/n… no matter when, no matter where… i love you.”

“i know… i love you too chris”

A/N: IM SOBBING IM SO SORRY

[joshlmbrt]

Bad Haircuts & A Tiny Ballerina. (divorced dad!s. harrington x reader)

warnings; pure FLUFF!!!! that is all - unless you don’t like kids!

an; this was so fluffy. i’m sorry. (i’m not)

There was hair glitter, mini rubber bands, hairspray, and gel scattered over the table. Olivia was holding the pastel pink bow in her hand. She had on her white leotard and pink tutu.

“Are we about to add glitter?!” She tilts her head back to stare at you.

You let out a small laugh, fixing the bun before grabbing the hair spray. “Almost, little fairy. Tilt your head back up for me, please.”

She listens and stares at the door. “Do ya’ think daddy will be home soon?”

You glance at the clock. “He should,” You spray her hair before smoothing down the little flyaways. “He had to get daddy and chase went to get a hair cut.”

The door opens and there’s stomping footsteps before running ones. You lift a brow when you see a frowning Steve and a grinning Chase emerging.

“Your haircut looks awesome!” You smile at Chase.

He giggles. “Too bad dad’s looks awful!”

“I’m not taking this beanie off until it grows back out.” He mutters, walking to the refrigerator and grabs the orange juice out.

“Oh, Stevie. I’m sure it’s not awful.”

Chase snorts and slides into a chair at the table. Steve glares at his son before turning and grabbing three cups before turning back and squatting down slightly and places them on the counter. He turns and gets one more.

“You will be grounded,” Steve says with no ill intent. He then starts pouring the orange juice. “It’s awful. So awful I might even sleep with the beanie on.”

You lift a brow, grabbing the bow from Olivia’s hand and putting it into her hair. “Let us see.”

“Yeah, daddy! I wanna see!”

He sighs and puts the jug down, pulling the beanie off. You stay silent, blinking at him. “Go ahead. Laugh it up.”

There’s a laugh from the door making Steve quickly slip the beanie back on.

“What happened to your hair!?” Eddie cries out, walking further into the kitchen. Violet slips into the seat next to Olivia. She slides her a cookie.

“Eddie, be quiet. You’re the one who told me to go get a haircut!” Steve throws his hands up in the hair.

“That is a different look on you, Steve-o.” He narrows his eyes at Eddie.

“Well, I think you still look handsome as ever.” You grin at him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before moving behind Violet to start her hair. She had on black dark purple leotard and a black tutu, holding a black bow in her hands.

Eddie leans over. “She’s just saying that.” Steve hits his shoulder.

۵

“You did so good, peanut!” Steve lifts Olivia up easily. She rubs at her eyes and grins sleepily.

“Thank you, daddy.” She yawns.

“Ooo, big yawn.” You scratch at her side softly. She bends to the side and giggles softly.

“Ice cream?”

“It’s, like, 10 degrees out there and you want ice cream?” Steve lifts a brow.

“Yes,” She nods. “I worked my booty off and I’m hungry.”

“I’m tired.” Chase whines, wiggling your hand. You glance down at him.

“How about tomorrow we go for ice cream?” You look at Olivia who pouts. “Babe, you look like you’re ab to pass out right now. What if you fall asleep and fall face first into the ice cream?!”

She giggles and nuzzles her face into Steve’s neck. “It’ll go up my nose.”

“That’s right, pumpkin. And you don’t want that.” She shakes her head, the pink bow jabbing dangerously close to Steve’s eye.

“Can I go to mama?” She picks up her head from Steve’s shoulder.

“Baby, mama is probably asleep right now, and I definitely do not-”

“No, not that one,” She shakes her head and looks at you sheepishly. Your lips part as she points at you. “Her, mama.”

You pout softly, exchanging Chase’s hands to Steve’s before reaching out for Olivia. She wraps her arms around your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your cheek when her eyes close.

Steve smiles softly, reaching up and wiping under your eye softly. There was a sparkle - and a tear.

Eddie breaks the sweet moment, combat boot kicking the door open, Violet in one hand and her small duffel back in the other.

“She fell asleep taking off her little pointe shoes, the rascal.”

You laugh softly, following Steve out of the building and place Olivia into her booster seat, buckling her up. “It’s okay if I call you mama, right?”

You smile at her softly, nodding. “You can call me whatever you feel comfortable with, pumpkin.”

“‘luh you.”

You lean in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I love you too.”

۵

Chase had declared you tuck him in after he had changed into some warm pajamas.

You watch as he flips on his fan and the small nightlight in the corner. You step further into the room when he slips under the covers. “Ready for a snug-bug?”

He stares up at you, tilting his head. “What’s that?”

You grin and pull the covers up and under his chin, tucking him in as ‘tight’ as you could. “Snug?”

He grins, one of this front teeth is missing - he just recently lost that one. “As a bug.”

You smile softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his temple. “Night, love. Sweet dreams.” You lift, walking towards the door.

“Wait,” You stop and turn, walking back towards him. He looks a bit shy, eyes glancing at you before looking away again. “Can I… uh, can I call you mama too?”

Your heart clenches. You squat down and push some of his hair back. “You can call me whatever you feel comfortable with, love. I don’t mind.” You smile softly.

He nods and smile softly. “Okay.” You nod and lift, pressing one more kiss to his forehead before walking towards the door.

“Open or closed?” You point to the door.

“Opened, please.”

“Alright. Goodnight, Chase.”

“Goodnight, mom.”

You smile softly, watching as he pulls his arms from the cover and roll onto his side. You turn and walk towards Steve’s room. He had decided that it was way too late for you to be driving home.

You close the door quietly, smiling when you see one of Steve’s button ups resting on the bed with some boxers for you. You grab them, stepping into the bathroom, shutting the door and changing into the new clothes, folding yours up and placing them on the rack.

You open the door and step out, sitting in the middle of the bed as picking at a loose thread. Steve opens the door and lets out a loud sigh, scratching at his covered head.

You giggle watching him. “Just take it off, honey. Your head is gonna be so sweaty.”

He grumbles and pulls it off. You smile at the wild strands. He walks over and plops down beside you. “Chase okay?”

You nod and take his hand in yours. “He’s fine… Wanted to know if he could call me mom too.”

“Oh… I’m sorry about that… If it made you-” You’re quick to quiet him with a peck.

“I couldn’t think of anything better. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable.”

He smiles softly and gives you another soft kiss. He pulls away and sighs, falling back against the bed. You turn slightly and look at him over your shoulder.

It takes a moment but then…

“You sure this haircut isn’t weird?”

You roll your eyes and hit him with a decorative pillow.

steve tags; @officerrrfriendly, @keerygal, @lavendermunson, @halflifejess, @whisperingwillowxox

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[rebeccawangart]

Olivia, 2023

Acrylics on 16x20 canvas

This is Olivia, aka "Squashy". She is my own cat, a very special soul and the most extraordinary cat I have ever met. She passed away in June 27, 2018 from a long fight with bone cancer, and I have still yet to recover. She was only 10 years old, and left us far too soon. I have been putting off doing her portrait for a long time because it was so difficult, emotionally and technically.

Anyone who met Olivia knew what a special cat she was. She only wanted to be with me, and she followed me everywhere, no matter what I was doing. She listened to me, and seemed to understand what I was saying. She had a deep crackly meow and was not afraid to use it. She loved her beanie babies; she would carry them around the house, making a crying sound, and put them in little piles. She gave hugs and kisses, and loved to sit in my lap and be cuddled, constantly, no matter what I was doing. Whenever I was sad she would cling to me and give me extra hugs.

Her passing has left a huge hole in my heart and soul that will never be filled. 😿😭💔

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[astranva]

Backstage Girlfriend | Pt. 3

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 

This is divided into TWO endings for your liking!

Word Count: 3.9k

Category: Fluff, Angst

Warning: Strong language

Summary: In which Harry gets you back

AND

In which Harry realizes what he lost but it’s too late to do anything about it.

Scenario #1: Harry & Y/N get back together.

He couldn’t sleep. 

Hell, if we were really talking, Harry couldn’t function at all. 

Food tasted funny when you weren’t comfortable, the weather was never right, the bed was never welcoming, and you feel homesick even if you were home.

Harry carried the uneasy feeling everywhere he went after you left him. For three days, he let you take your time and had given you some space, even when he struggled to adapt to his space, environment and life without your presence. 

“Call her, man,” Mitch said, leaning his arm behind Sarah who sat beside him, cuddling their sleeping baby.

“I can’t,” Harry mumbled, staring down at your number on his phone, his finger itching to press on it so he could hear your voice.

“For fuck’s sake, Harry,” Sarah whispered tiredly, “It’s been 3 days. You give it any more time and she’ll feel like you didn’t even fight for the relationship.”

“She looked–She looked done,” he said, looking up at them for a moment before looking back at his phone, “With me.”

“Well, you did hurt her,” Mitch mumbled shamelessly. Harry blew out a breath, closing his eyes momentarily, “What? You did,” his friend confirmed yet again.

Sarah nodded in agreement, “You did fuck up, H, I’m sorry.”

“Are you just going to make me feel worse?” 

“Nah,” Mitch sighed, “You know that well yourself.”

“What am I supposed to do now?” 

“End the shit with Olivia,” Sarah said, “Talk to Jeff. You don’t need this.”

Harry seemed like he wasn’t even listening to his friends and band mates. He was in his own little world, a million thoughts running through his mind that only had his anxiety trippling. 

“Do you think she’ll hate me if I just–pop up? Like, at her work?” He asked them.

Mitch shrugged, “Don’t think it’ll get worse than where you are now.”

Sarah elbowed him, “I don’t think so but I think she’d be overwhelmed. Maybe text her first, ask if you can meet up.”

“I can’t just text her.”

“Well, you can’t just pop up at her work either.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, knuckling at his tearful eyes, “When did all of this happen?” 

The couple stayed silent, looking at their friend as he scrolled through your pictures like an old lover would; reminiscing the time when all he cared about was not giving and receiving enough kisses from you.

He nursed a cup of tea, staying quiet and uncomfortable as his friends tried to cheer him up for two hours but in vain. It was like it was humanly impossible for him to think about anyone or anything but you.

God, he wished he could’ve taken by his friends’ advice because the moment Harry stood outside your office building, he was sure he could’ve thrown up on the side of it if it weren’t for the comfort mint candy in his mouth. 

His sunglasses hid his swollen eyes, green beanie covering his head and oversized hoodie swallowing him whole with the baggy jeans he wore. Harry’s bottom lip was bruised from the way he kept biting down on it, knuckles white from the hard clench he had on his fists.

He felt like a joke.

Harry walked inside the building, reluctantly taking off his sunglasses before his eyes fell on the short receptionist.

“Jenna,” he addressed her with a fake, small smile.

“Harry!” The short girl greeted with her usual grin before it faltered, “Thank God you’re here,” she sighed, leaning forward a little as to be discreet with him, “You know anything about why Y/N’s been in that mood?”

His stomach fell, clearing his throat as to compose himself, “What mood?”

She shrugged, “Sad. Like really, really sad,” she answered, “Mike and I think she broke up with that boyfriend we know nothing about but,” she gave another shrug before sighing, “Asshole. Definitely didn’t deserve her anyway.”

He was officially a joke.

“Is she here? Y/N, is she here?” Harry asked.

���Yeah, mate. Just go in.”

The film production company was used to seeing Harry in their space.

It was no surprise to see him carrying lunch, sharing smiles and “hello”’s with everyone as he visited, whom they thought was his friend, you.

His skin felt hot and he felt like the air was thick as he stood outside your door, hyperaware of all his surroundings. 

“Jesus,” he muttered to himself, taking a deep breath in before exhaling, “Get her back, you fucker. You fucking owe her.”

The knocks on the door were softer than the thumping of his heart, and when you gave a “come in!” he was sure that no beating drum could ever beat the intensity of his own heartbeats. 

It was in that moment that he realized that he was empty-handed and he almost felt like running away.

But Harry opened the door slowly, eyes down as he took a step closer before he looked up at you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your fingers going numb against your laptop’s keyboard as you froze in your seat.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

It took you a moment to reply. 

Your eyes were on him; knowing him well enough to know that he was about to shit bricks and from the way his nose and lips were extra pink, you knew you were right.

You stayed quiet as you gave him a nod, tearing your eyes from him to look at your laptop screen in distraction, aware of his hesitant steps inside your office after closing the door behind him. 

“Can I sit?” 

He wanted to hear your voice. He wanted you to address him; look at him with care one more time. Anything to assure him that maybe you didn’t hate him.

But you gave him another nod instead.

Harry sat in the chair in front of your desk, fiddling with his fingers on his lap. 

You nervously cracked your knuckles, suddenly feeling every molecule that composed air in your lungs.

“How are you?” 

That seemed to make you crack.

You looked at him in disbelief, noting how he understood from your look that it was a stupid question to ask. 

“Fuck, sorr–I’m sorry,” he quickly corrected, raising one hand to rub his eyes in frustration.

“What are you doing here, Harry?”

It wasn’t anything he wanted to hear but he would’ve been a fool if he hadn’t expected it, but at least you addressed him.

“I–” Harry paused, cursing himself in his head at how he felt like he was a deer in headlights, “I wanted–I want–” He paused yet again.

You gave him a look, crossing your arms on your desk as you did. 

Harry let out a breath, “I just want us to fix this.”

“Ah,” you let out with a subtle nod of your head, “How do you think we can do that?” You asked him gently.

“We can–We–” He groaned, “Can you please not talk to me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m–It’s like I’m your client, bab–Y/N.”

You put your hands on your temples, closing your eyes for a moment, “You’re making this hard for me.”

“It’s already hard, Y/N,” Harry instantly said, “We’ve been together for 3 yea–”

“Were,” you corrected him, “We were together for 3 years and not a day went by where you felt like I was worthy of showing off.”

“That’s not true,” he shook his head, standing up to quickly approach you behind your desk, turning your chair and holding on to your arm rests, leaning down close to you, “That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” you almost scolded yourself for the state he put you through just by being close to you.

“I was a fucking twat,” he said, “I was wrong. I did you wrong, I admit it,” his tears tearfully confirmed his words, “But not once–not once did I do it because I don’t love you.”

You stayed quiet, looking down at your lap as your own eyes grew tearful. 

“It’s taken me 3 days to know that I can’t fucking function without you,” he said, “But that night–When I was performing and I didn’t see you up there,” he took a breath, “Nothing made sense. When I saw you with your bag and–and when I saw your stuff not next to mine, that didn’t make any fucking sense either. Nothing makes sense without you.”

“How do I know you mean it, Harry?” You sniffled, looking up into his eyes, “What’s going to happen if I tell you that I love you too? You’re just going to hide me away an–”

“No,” he cut you off firmly, “I won’t. No more.”

“Yeah, good luck with Jeff.”

“Fuck Jeff, fuck my career, and fuck my life without you.”

You shook your head slightly, wiping your cheek, “Please be logical here.”

“I am being logical,” he said, “Y/N I–” He but his lip in thought, looking to the side before looking back at you, “Look, if you want me to get down on my fucking knees and–”

“Oh my God, Harry.”

“I would! I really would,” he said, “I’m not losing you, Y/N. I can’t.”

“Do you actually realize what happened? Do you–Do you realize why we broke up?” You asked him.

It felt like copper in his mouth the moment he heard you say that, almost like the two words had an unpleasant taste to them that he felt.

“I do. I reall–”

“Because I feel like you don’t,” you admitted, “You didn’t–Do you realize how it feels like to be with someone who believes being with you is bad for their image?” That was when your tears fell, “Do you know how it feels to–to have the person you love so much, whom you’d do anything for–have to see them with their arms and with their lips on someone who isn’t you? Do you realize how fucking awful it feels like to basically be told that you’re not enough for the person you love the most?”

Harry stayed quiet, looking down at your lap as he heard every word.

You sniffled, “You don’t. Because I would have never put you through that.”

He looked up at you, “I know–I know it feels like that but–” He shook his head, sniffling, “You’ll always be better than anyone can ever be.”

You stayed quiet but you shook your head in disapproval which made Harry reach to cup your face gently in his hands.

“You’re right for feeling all these things. I treated you like shit. I didn’t stand up for you when I should have done nothing but that–All this–All this is on me, but please,” he whispered, “Please, baby. Let’s try again. I didn’t do that shit because I don’t love you but I was stupid. I was so fucking stupid.”

“How do I know it’ll change?” You asked quietly, looking into his eyes as his thumbs softly caressed your cheeks.

“Find it in you to trust me,” Harry said, “Trust me enough to know I’ll fix this for you.”

“What about your relationship with Olivia? And Jeff?”

“First of, it’s not a relationship. It’s–It’s basically business–It’s–Just,” he shook his head, “Just don’t worry about it. Consider it done. Gone. No more.”

You stayed quiet but you leaned your face on one of his hands, only looking at him.

“I love you,” Harry said quietly, leaning closer to gently place his forehead against yours, “You. Only you.”

“I love you, too,” you said with a tearful chuckle, “You’re such an asshole, Harry.”

“I am,” he nodded with a small smile, “I was,” he joked, “But I love you,” he said again, pressing a soft kiss on your nose as he continued to caress your cheeks. “Can I kiss you?”

It wasn’t like you needed to think about it because you nodded the moment he finished asking his question, and it wasn’t like Harry needed to prepare for anything because he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that almost screamed “welcome home”. 

“No more hiding,” he said, “I promise.”

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Scenario #2: Y/N moves on, but it’s not Harry and he can’t find it in him to not feel bitter.

“You never know what you have until is gone” is a statement that Harry wished he didn’t know. 

Sure, it was a cliche for a reason–it was true, and Harry knew so, but he wished the phrase could go down to the lowest level of hell.

It’s been two days. I respect your space, and I want to give you all the time you need and deserve but please let’s talk. I’m sorry, I love you. H 

I feel like a fucking pest. I’m sorry I called you, it was out of habit. I miss you and I hope you’re staying safe. I love you. 

Saw these two dogs today while I was on a walk. I know you would’ve loved seeing them hug :) x 

Congratulations on your cousin’s wedding, love. You looked beautiful. x

Gemma told me it was disrespectful of me to keep texting you. I’m sorry. You probably think I’m a let-down creep, and I don’t blame you for it. I don’t know if you get my flowers and I don’t know if you’ll be comfortable with us meeting although I think I might know the answer. I’ve hurt you and I will never forgive myself for it. You never deserved this, Y/N. You deserve the best of things because you are the most beautifully, kindest person I know and I can’t believe I had the privilege of being loved by you and I ruined it. I wish you a good life, one that you deserve and one that will do nothing but make you happy and secure in ways I never made you feel. I’m sorry, always. I love you, always. 

Hiiiiiiiiii misssss youuuuuuuuuuuu sppp michhh!! Were ging tp be fine right?? Im wearng yoir prfume so I can smell likr you I looooove youuuuu xxxx

7 months passed. 

7 months of no progress for Harry other than sheltering unpleasant feelings in his gut, allowing them to occupy the space of his body and to scream in his head. It was especially at nights when the screams got louder and louder, making Harry’s sleepless nights the factor of making him look like he had aged 5 years in the span of 7 months. 

He watched you from afar and he hated it.

He went through your Instagram before going on stage, after leaving stage, on his way to wherever he was staying, before bed and the first thing in the morning. He went through your pictures together; ones you had always taken behind the privacy of closed doors and discreet places so no one knew you were the love of his life and him, yours. 

He watched you post stories of your smiling face a month after the breakup; surrounded by your family and friends, looking like you were definitely going through something.

He watched you post the first picture of yourself looking all glammed up with a glow that screamed “I’m single!” two months later and he felt like a fucking hypocrite because he wanted to be happy for you. He wanted to feel like he was happy that you were out and about and not sulking in your room, but how could he when he knew he was, in no way, the reason behind that glow?

It was only a day after you posted a picture of yourself on your private Instagram when Harry noticed it. 

You had unfollowed him.

And God, he hated the social media era so much because never mind that you hadn’t been answering his calls or texts, but then it all felt too real.

You wanted nothing to do with him.

Harry felt like a walking red flag. He felt like the most toxic person there is when he didn’t unfollow you back. He wanted to accept your decision to leave him out of your life, but every time he got a notification on his phone that you had posted a story or a post, he was always quick to watch and check. The both of you had turned on Instagram notifications for one another 2 years ago and he didn’t think he’d have the heart to turn them off.

It was ironic how during the time when he broke the love of his life’s heart–the time when they were no longer together, fans were going on about him and Olivia breaking up.

They had noticed his vibe, noticed his change of energy, and they noticed how he was different than the Harry Styles they had always watched and seen.

While some had speculated that it was his breakup with Olivia that caused that after their lack of interaction and presence, others speculated that things went south with the one friend they loved seeing of–you.

usertwitterhandle: Y/N unfollowed Harry on Instagram….

usertwitterhandle: Y/N, the only person to ever go out of the way to actually interact with us during shows is apparently not friends anymore with Harry. All men do is disappoint 

usertwitterhandle: Y’all saying they were friends but it was so clear that there’s more…

And it went on for months.

Fans circulated multiple theories around for months, and while Harry’s social media presence was then limited to just you, he took notice of it.

It was the 8th month when he saw it.

usertwitterhandle: I’M SORRY BUT IS THAT Y/N HARRY’S FRIEND WITH JOE KEERY?????

usertwitterhandle: SHUT UP JOE KEERY’S NEW GF LOOKS SO CUTE AND THEY LOOK SO HAPPY 

usertwitterhandle: isn’t she harry styles’s friend???? how did she even meet joe?

usertwitterhandle: y’all forget that y/n used to work as an art director for 21 laps entertainment production company which is stranger things’ prod. company

“Have you seen–” Harry Lambert paused mid-sentence, warily looking at Harry whose eyes were set on his phone with a deep-etched frown, “Is everything alright?”

Harry stayed quiet for a moment, looking at the picture again and again. 

“Is this about Y/N?” Lambert asked, and Harry’s head instantly shot up to look at his stylist.

“You know?”

Lambert scratched his neck awkwardly, “Yeah,” he mumbled. Lambert, being one of the team, knew about yours and Harry’s relationship and although he despised Harry’s actions because he absolutely admired you, he stayed quiet.

“Do you talk?”

“Not really,” he shrugged, “We check up on each other every now and then. It’s always casual.”

“Did–” Harry took a breath to contain himself, “Did she mention anything about…?”

“A couple of times,” Lambert felt like he was snitching but it was the truth, “Just that she was seeing someone.”

Harry hummed, looking back at his phone.

And then, it was like the internet only cared about you and Joe.

usertwitterhandle: SHUT UP THEY LOOK SO IN LOVE AND SO HAPPY I’M SLEEPING ON THE FUCKING HIGHWAY TONIGHT

usertwitterhandle: happy 2 months anniversary since we found out about joe and his new gf y/n besties <333 

usertwitterhandle: joe and y/n today omg

usertwitterhandle: THAT VIDEO OF JOE SINGING AND SMILING AT Y/N IN THE CROWD IS MAKING ME CRY

Harry consumed it all. He stared at every picture, watched every video, and not once did he feel fine or even as little as okay.

He watched Joe on stage, guitar around his shoulders as he sang with a genuine, happy smile on his face as his eyes were set you. He watched you look up at him, your hands clutched together on your heart, face glowing and beaming as you sang along with a sway of your body.

Drinking sucked. Drugs sucked. At that point, Harry was sure he needed somebody to knock him out to stop his thoughts. 

It was one day when, what Sarah always called, his intrusive thoughts got to him.

Fly out and go to Y/N’s house, they said. Fly out and went to your house, he did.

God, he was stupid. He was many things, actually. He was hurt, he was bitter, he was so fucking jealous.

He was sorry.

His sunken face was no similar to your beaming one as you opened the door.

His heart fell when your smile faltered the moment your eyes met his. 

“Harry,” you breathed out in surprise. 

What was he going to say? “I’m sorry”? It was 9 months too late. “Forgive me”? You probably didn’t give two shits about him.

“Hey,” he let out and he almost scolded himself. 

“What are you doing here?” 

He hated that. 

He hated how your voice was gentle with him. He hated that you didn’t look angry. He hated that your eyes didn’t tear up as his did. 

He hated it because it made him realize that you moved on from him.

“I–” He paused, “I was actually coming to–” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. “I don’t know.”

Did he mention that he hated how your eyes seemed to hold pity for him? In fact, that one was more than hate.

“Do you–Harry, you don’t look too good. Do you want to come inside?”

Fuck that, you really were past him.

He nodded though. He nodded because yes, he did want to go inside and be with you. He did want to be around you. 

He stepped inside after you stepped aside, and his muscles almost seemed to relax.

Almost.

“Baby, they’re almost done!” 

Almost. 

Your eyes instantly went to Harry, gauging his reaction to Joe’s voice. 

His face completely fell. He was already devoid of color, but right there and then, he almost looked lifeless. 

“Just a second!” You called back, “Come sit down, yeah? I’ll get you a drink.”

“No,” he quickly said, “No, I won’t fucking sit down to have a chat with your boyfriend, Y/N, I–” He took a deep breath in, closing his eyes as he pinched his nose, “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he shook his head.

“It’s alright,” you replied awkwardly. 

He wasn’t sure, but maybe he wanted you to scream at him. Shout. Cuss him out. It wasn’t alright.

“I’ll–” He pointed behind him at the door, “I’ll go. I’m sorry, this–this is so embarrassing.” 

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said.

“It’s not,” he replied, “Please just–Stop. And stop–stop with the eyes.”

“What eyes?”

“The pity eyes,” Harry said with a shake of his head, “I don’t deserve them.”

“Harry,” you sighed, reaching up to rub your eyes.

He was tired. 

Harry felt like the biggest loser there was. He felt like it was only then that it was really it for you–the both of you. 

“He’s–He seems like a good man,” he said, and he wished he didn’t mean it.

“He is,” you said gently and cautiously.

He nodded, unsure of what to say, “Are you happy?”

Still cautious, you nodded, “I am. I actually am.”

“Great,” he sniffled, nodding, “Great. Good.”

You only looked at him. 

“I’ll–” he pointed behind him again, this time taking quick steps back to the door and opening it before he paused in the doorway, turning back to you, “Do you think–Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?”

You gave him a small pursed smile, crossing your arms across your chest, “I always wanted the best for you, remember?” 

God, he hated himself.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

You gave him another smile, being gentle as you replied:

“I know you are, Harry.”

[onewmin]

the perfume on the shelf. pt. 1 | bangchan

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!reader

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: A slight au, profanity, angst, slight smut, mentions of emotional abuse, unhealthy relationships, typos, maybe punctuation errors, a lot of references to Taylor Swift and Olivia Rodrigo’s songs, but mostly blondie’s music

Author’s note: very self-inserted in parts with parents, toxic exes and therapy lol hope you enjoy!

Part 2

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Tangled in silk sheets, sinking into the colour red surrounding you, you watched him stand up and get dressed, then turning left to take his phone from the nightstand. Closing your eyes quickly, you felt a kiss on your temple.

“Goodnight, baby”.

A sweet whisper sent shivers down your spine, but you kept your sleeping façade present: he couldn’t find out you weren’t asleep. Otherwise, it’ll be harder. Otherwise, you’ll make him stay for another hour, entangled, glistening, lost in pleasure. It’s better if he leaves, it’s always better.

You listen attentively to him collecting his things — car keys, his beanie, bag — and shutting the door on the way out. You hear his keys turn in the door, and regret the moment you gave him a spare one. And as he left, your hands were at your eyes, covering the tears. There was no point in muffling your cries other than for them not to turn into full howls. You were so tired, exhausted of being just a rebound to Chan. Because that’s what you were — a shadow of someone he loved.

You, on the other hand? He didn’t love you. As a friend, yeah, but as a woman? His woman? Never. Never in a million years. Or so you thought.

Sitting on the bed, you wiped the tears from your cheeks, and let out a breath. No, you couldn’t do it anymore. The further this situation progressed, the less you recognized yourself. Chan wasn’t a bad guy, no. It’s just… Despite your big age, despite the built up persona of a mature adult, in the end, you were a naive, broken girl, who just wanted to be loved. Even if this love was collected by you from crumbs of attention Chan was giving you as a potential partner.

Your cat jumped on the bed, coming closer to you; immediately purring after you petted her, and lied down next to your legs. The only living being that loved you unconditionally and the one you loved more than anything. Although you did joke to Chan she grew more fond of him than of you, and he laughed, taking her into his arms and scratching behind her ears. She did love him, too. And he loved her. At least, he loved one part of you — your cat.

Standing up from the bed, followed by a quiet “meow”, you came up to the window. The moon lit an empty street, where Chan’s car was parked just minutes ago. You loved watching him pull up, with a takeaway in his hands and eyes glued to your window. Waving at each other, grinning — he was to see his closest friend, and you…

What about you?

Shit, you wished there was never anything between the two of you. No friendship, no sex, nothing.

You remembered the first time your friendship took a dangerous turn, when his plushy lips landed on yours in a ferocious, drunken kiss. You both were wasted, drinking to ease your sorrows and pain. Both being broken up with your partners at approximately the same time, Chan and you decided to talk, while sharing a bottle of wine. A bottle turned into two, and then three, and you both were crying, cursing your exes, and you found yourself in his lap, fingers tugging on his hair. And his hands on your waist, controlling the way you grinded against him. You remembered sweet nothings whispered into your skin, his gentle, soft palm on your cheek while he was pounding into you. And the look in his eyes, so intense, as if he was starring right into your soul.

Maybe that was the moment when you fell in love with him. Or maybe you convinced yourself you loved him just so you wouldn’t be alone. You really didn’t know. Your therapist said you’d gotten into yet another unhealthy situation, and you believed her, you did. However… Chan wasn’t like your ex. He wasn’t emotionally abusing you, wasn’t turning every happy moment of your life into a nightmare because he was envious. Chan wasn’t a narcissist — a type of guys you tended to fall for in the past. You decided to put a stop to toxicity, and Chan, you thought, sex with him would be an amazing distraction. Oh boy, were you wrong.

“You tell this story, and yet, the guy you’ve been talking about is emotionally, romantically unavailable, right? Isn’t it the same type you’ve been trying to avoid?”

Yeah, your therapist was not in the wrong here. Narcissistic guys, who took everything from you — your emotions, happiness and will to love — unfortunately, were your type. The ones you’d been collecting, falling for, because you didn’t know any better. Repeating the scariest scenario — your mother’s. You were running away from the image of a man, who had never said anything nice to your mom and you, the man, who was selfish and full of shit, the man, who was emotionally abusive and never apologized for his harsh words and actions. The image of your father, and the relationship between two adults you got dragged in against your will. Being involved into it since your early teenagehood, you didn’t know the image of a healthy family, and what’s more important, you had no idea what healthy relationship looked like. One thing to see it in movies and saying,

“Hey, that’s so easy!”

And another one to fulfill it in real life. Your father never complimented your mom, never told her he loved her — the usual, embarrassing things healthy couples do in front of their kids. He was emotionally unavailable, drained, you used to say. Casually cruel for the sake of being honest, the man himself stated. And yet, your mother never left him, even after complaining to you, how tired she was of the rows he was picking.

“Get a divorce”.

“And stay alone when I’m old? Who needs that?”

You stopped giving advice. She would never listen and you’d never help her. She was inserted in this scenario by herself and was never willing to leave it.

And now you were following into your mother’s footsteps, running to the guy type you despised. But daughters tend to repeat their mothers’ mistakes, don’t they?

Although Chan wasn’t like that. He was your friend first (the only guy friend you’ve had in years), and the way he treated you just as a friend… Needless to say, not a guy your mother would even consider looking at herself, when she was younger. But whenever you spoke of him?

“I think he’s in love with you, honey”.

What did she know about love? Didn’t she marry a guy after a couple of months just to have a baby?

So, you never took your mother’s words about Chan seriously. The relationship with your parents was messy, even after years of therapy. You never felt at ease with them, not when talking about your studies, not when having a family dinner. Your mother had a picture of a “stable, happy family” in her head, and that picture was bright and shiny in her eyes. However, she never considered that picture being a façade for a real monstrous family portrait, hidden in the attic. Very Dorian Gray of her, you used to think.

And then there was Chan. Maybe the first man you didn’t consider to be an asshole. He took you to the movies, walks, everywhere — and never demanded anything in return. Chan was one of the reasons your toxic ex broke up with you. Thanks god for Chan.

And when you thought you’d found a friend for years, you two had to have drunken sex. You two had to ruin everything by having hangover sex in the morning. You both had to destroy your friendship by agreeing to be “friends with benefits”. And you had to cut your life into pieces by falling in love with him.

“You feel so good, baby”, he moaned into your skin, “the best fuckin’ feeling in the world”.

You whimpered, shivering under his touch, and seeing nothing but the sky and stars instead of the white ceiling. You were drunk on him, his scent being your oxygen. And when he kissed you, his lips slowly devouring yours, you could swear, you were brought into Heaven.

How could have you given him so much power over you? How could you let yourself fall in love with someone so normal? So normal, that he didn’t fall in love with everyone who gave him the slightest bit of affection?

You slowly strolled to the kitchen, as the sleep washed away the moment you started thinking too much. You managed to get rid of sleepless, teary nights when your ex called it quits, but recently falling asleep seemed harder than it used to be. All because of Chan.

“Maybe I’m some sort of masochist”, you told your therapist once, “as I keep doing back to the same scenario”.

“It is completely the same this time?”

“Not really. Like, yeah, he’s not romantically available, cause he still loves his ex-girlfriend, but he’s different from other guys”.

“Did he tell you he was still in love with his ex?”, you didn’t answer her question. “Or is it you, who’s projecting her fears and anxiety onto a potential partner?”

That shit? Was deep. True. You were indeed projecting. But hey, how could anyone blame you, when relationship rollercoasters were the only thing you’d known?

A great way to escape responsibility for your actions, right?

Sipping tea from the cup, you wondered what he was doing now. Did he go home? Or did he, in (your brain’s twisted) reality, texted his ex and drove to her house, to confess his undying love for her? And then to make love to her just like he did to you, several hours ago? And, if he was so in love with her, wasn’t the thing you two had a kind of an illicit affair? A way of cheating on her?

“Jeez, just shut the fuck up”, you murmured, plopping onto the couch and turning on the TV.

“Maybe I am projecting, but, deep inside, I know the truth. He still loves her, and I’m just a rebound”.

“Elaborate, please. Even though you sound very confident, I’d love to hear your reasoning”.

Nothing coherent came from you that time. Probably because you had nothing to say, just “I trust my gut” — girl, what the actual fuck? Definitely an answer you therapist expected from you; she knew you too well, found out the easy way when you resisted therapy and her implications.

“The right answer is also somewhere in your gut. You just choose to block these thoughts, because if you indulge into them, you’ll have to actually leave the set scenario. But, as we’ve discussed it, isn’t it something you want to do?”.

My god, lady. Couldn’t she just be your inner voice instead of the annoying conspiracy theorist living in your head for free?

TV was boring. You turned to your laptop on the coffee table; to look for another way to distract yourself.

You didn’t plan to watch one of Chan’s latest interviews. You really didn’t. It just happened.

“And what’s your latest album about?”

“A love that slipped away. The one that got away, I’d put it like that”. Any more proof he still loved that girl, huh, Ms. Therapist-Know-It-All?

You slammed your laptop’s lid. “Shit, shit, shit”, you whined right after, checking if the screen wasn’t damaged. Making decisions based on emotions was your thing, truly, but the laptop has been fixed too many times already for you not to treat it gentler that your feelings.

Maybe, you thought, turning on the TV again and lying down on the couch, maybe he’s just too nice to say anything. To break this thing off. “Maybe he pities me, that’s why. He knows what kind of guys I dated, maybe that’s why he continues to keep this going?”

“Projecting again”.

You were too tired to fight with your therapist’s voice. Yeah, you were. But didn’t he himself said, that he had written music about her? And, having heard his songs, you only now realized how much he missed her. If you hadn’t been so pathetic in your desire to be loved by someone, you wouldn’t have fallen for him a month after you two started this shit.

“Why am I the only pathetic one? Isn’t he like that too?”

Shit, he is. A broken-hearted boy, looking for love he had lost in the best friend, who was stupid enough to think he would actually reciprocate her feelings. He made you suffer so much, catching you crying twice, while being in his bed — and never, ever, questioning himself? Never doubting his decision to keep your relationship living?

“Maybe he’s just fucking stupid, that’s all”, you muttered, starring into the screen, a “Friends” episode you’d seen million times before running on. Probably now, after his literal confession on the Internet, his ex would come back to him. And you’d be free from this cage, maybe your wings would grow out once again. Maybe the grass would be greener, and the sun would shine brighter.

But didn’t that mean he’s be the one to break up with you, leaving you with a broken heart because of him, once again? He was never truly yours to lose, so why not to be the first one to end it? You’d dodge a bullet, for sure.

Unlocking your phone, reluctantly looking at the text you’d typed. Wasn’t it better to talk in person? Or to call, at the very least?

“When trying to be nice to everyone else, try to remember: would they be as good and understanding, as you’re to them?”

Chan would be, you thought. He’d sit you on the couch, have an honest conversation, hold you if you cried, and accept every curse thrown at him. He’d understand.

No, wait, back to the possible final frame. Would he be actually understanding towards a girl who fell in love with her friend, who never promised her anything? Or would he just pity her? You didn’t need his pity, you didn’t want his fucking compassion. He would never understand the way you were feeling, the way you…

Fuck him. Fuck him, and his sorrowful gaze, and his hoarse morning voice; fuck him, and his soft hands, and his stupid laugh; fuck him, and him fastening your shirts, and him teaching you how to dance. Fuck him.

One click. The message had been sent. Hopefully, he’d read it and be relieved you had decided to call it quits first. You felt relieved, for sure. Like a weight off your shoulders.

If it was such a relief, why were sobbing into the cushion, hugging your cat? Why did it hurt so bad?

[venusxsturnio]

✧.* 𝒟𝐸𝒥𝒜 𝒱𝒰 ✧.* - Olivia Rodrigo

EP.2.GOOD 4 U

EP.1.PILOT

PAIRINGღ matt x ex!black!fem!reader!influencer

SUMMARYღmatt and y/n, were the perfect couple. until everything started to go downhill for them. the secrets, the lies, the gaslighting. It became too much for y/n. 8 1/2 months later...here we are.

FROM VENUSღ hey y'all. i just want to thank everyone who read the first part of this series and returned for the second. i hope you guys like this chapter, and it also might be really long because there is some sh!t that's about to go on...✿ (shout out to xduinen for helping me. y'all go follow her. my #1 supporter!) sorry there wasn't a lotta dialogue in the last part, i was just trying to give a general gist of the story anyways let me stop yappin. hope y'all enjoy :)

WARNINGSღ cussing...use of the word babe/baby...featuring Olivia's song(do not own the song. or other characters only mine. only plot.)

kinda proofread...i was kinda lazy today it was a lotta writing...sorry if i messed anything up. :)

REALITY...

POV: 3RD PERSON

9:45 AM

Y/N'S PLACE:

y/n was in her bathroom doing her facial routine for vidcon when she heard a faint sound of her phone ringing. she got up and walked in her room searching for her phone. she lifted up the blanket on her bed to find her phone buzzing. she flipped the phone over to find that her manager, miguel was calling. "Hello?" she answered "I have a job for you today. You're performing at vidcon. Like singing." y/n's face lit up at the thought of her performing at vidcon for all her fans. "OMG! Are you serious.?" y/n asked still in shock.

"Deadly." her manager stated. y/n silently jumped up and down in excitement. "What time do I need to be there?" y/n questioned. "12. But you might want to get there a little earlier being as it can get very hectic. You remember last year." her manager explained, laughing a little at the end. y/n chuckled a little at the thought of last years vidcon, the two hung up as y/n went to her closet to grab some gray gallery dept sweats, a white fitted long-sleeve top, and her white/black/gray retro 4's, along with her gray beanie, keys, purse and her phone as she walked out of her room, downstairs, out the door, and to her car.

10:04 AM

STURNIOLO HOUSE:

the triplets and megan were all getting ready to go to vidcon. they all got dressed and headed down stairs to eat breakfast. "So what creators are gonna be there?" chris said breaking the silence. "I know for sure that my favorite tiktoker is gonna be there. She's like the best. I can't wait for you guys to meet her." megan squealed. nick and chris looked at her in confusion, being they never really liked megan. similar to someone, they really missed y/n.

that's why they still keep in contact with her. "Who is it?" matt asked with a confused expression on his face. "You'll find out when we get there." megan stated. "Uh, guys I think we should get going. We don't wanna get caught up in traffic this time. Remember last year?" chris changed the subject, laughing at the last part. "I agree." nick said. the group finished eating, gathered their things and left.

11:40 AM

ANAHIEM CONVETION CENTER:

y/n was in her dressing room just chillin when she heard a knock at her door. "come in!" y/n yelled. her manager walked in with a rack that had a white dress and some bedazzled heels on it. "ok so this is what you're wearing on stage." miguel stated grabbing the dress and showing her. "thanks, i love it." y/n said admiring her dress. "you're welcome" miguel said as he walked out. y/n smiled to herself. she sat back down and got on her phone.

12:05 PM

a few moments later she got a text on her phone from miguel saying "come on out the ppl are waiting!". y/n grabbed her phone as she walked out of her room. she made it to the door of the building and walked into the big room, with all the booths, and tables, and people. every section she walked by people were screaming and cheering for her. she laughed as she walked over to her section, and everyone started screaming. "OMG HI!." one fan said. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! CAN I GET A PIC!" another said.

y/n got flustered and she felt her cheeks go hot. she smiled and waved at the fans, as she went to sit down at her booth. even some people from other booths were running over to hers. that's how much people loved her. she started grabbing books, and papers, and started signing them. she even took some pictures. y/n was happy until...

12:10 PM

the triplets walked into the building and to their booth while megan went to grab a chair and sit on the sidelines, since she was kind of irrelevant in this situation. she watched as all the girls piled up all over the triplets. giving them hugs, and fake little kisses on the cheek. some might say she even got jealous. the boys signed some books, and papers as well. they also took pictures, you know the usual. megan was kind of getting tired of it, so she went to go see if her favorite tiktoker was here. she walked around for some time, until she came up on a long, line. she gazed her view from the back of the line to the front. she met eyes with y/n. she smiled and waved, y/n smiled back as megan ran to the line, to wait for her turn.

the guys took a break from taking pictures and went back to signing autographs as matt looked around for megan. "Guys, where's Megan?" matt asked confused. why would she leave without telling him. "Don't know don't care." nick said with a bit of an attitude in his voice. "Same here." chris said with a sarcastic tone. "What the hell is wrong with you guys?" matt asked. he always wondered why the boys would act like that whenever megan was brought up, or she said something. "What do you mean?" nick said, acting clueless as usual. "You know what the hell I mean. Why do you guys act that way towards her?" matt asked started to get irritated. "BECAUSE WE DON'T LIKE HER!" the boys yelled out of frustration. the fans jumped back a little at the tone of voice that was being used.

the triplets went back and forth for a little while longer until matt saw megan running excitedly. "OMG MATT! LOOK I GOT HER SIGNATURE!" megan yelled. before matt could get a good look at the autograph, smoke started shooting out of canons, and everyone looked towards the stage. lots of people started running towards the stage to figure out what was going on. before everyone knew it CoryxKenshin walked out onto the stage.

"What's up everybody. It's ya boy CoryxKenshin and welcome to Vidcon! We have a special guest joining us today. She has over 4.3M followers on tiktok and she just got to 1M subscribers on YouTube. Please welcome our special guest!" Cory exited the stage as 'Good 4 U' started blast on the stage speakers. y/n entered stage left in her dress in heels. she walked like a model. once she reached the mic she grabbed it, spun around and blew a kiss at the crowd. everyone started cheering and y/n started singing. "Well good for you I guess you moved on really easily."'

matt was frozen he didn't know what the hell to do, as he looked towards the stage to find a familiar face.

MATT POV

i looked towards the stage and i saw a girl who looked to be y/n. she looked so...different. she looked good. she dyed her hair. she shaped up. damn, is that what breakups do to someone. i-i can't believe she's here. and where did she learn to sing like that. i felt megan's grip on my arm and she jumped up and down signing with y/n.

Y/N POV

"Well good for you I guess you're getting everything you want." 'you bought a new car and your careers really taking off' i sung. wow, this was amazing, i cannot believe i am on stage right now. wait is that who i think it is. oh my fucking god. it's matt. omg i cannot believe i signed her picture and she dates...matt.

MATT POV

damn she's really good. wait is this the tiktoker megan was talking about? is this the whole reason megan wanted to come? i can't believe how much y/n's changed. i wonder...has she been thinking about me to?

Y/N POV

why does he keep staring at me. maybe he's enjoying it. alright maybe i should do something big for the end to impress him. or make him jealous. i think i should jump into the crowd. 'like a damn sociopath, i've lost my mind and i've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom' alright get ready.

3RD POV

y/n got ready to finish the song as she l=made eye contact with matt. she jumped off the stage and into the crowd. she made her way onto the floor in the middle right with megan and matt. they made eye contact. she spun around whipping him in the face with her long goddess braids as she ran back up stage and finished the song. "Well good for you I guess you moved on really easily."

MATT POV

well ouch for one. why did she jump off the stage and come to me. why did she make eye contact with me. why did she whip her hair onto me. i can't help but to think this song, this performance, that dress, the new look, was all meant for. me.

FROM VENUSღ hey guys! hope you liked this chapter, it was A LOT to write! how did y'all like my suprise. i mean coryxkenshin, like what ? when did he get here. anyways remember my dm's are always open, so if you have any ideas or suggestion, i'm happy to help. :)

[orderofthelosers]

My first post and it's cringy Minecraft: Story Mode headcanons. Give a round of applause for me, folks.

The Ocelots (Minecraft: Story Mode) headcanons.

A lot of these are pre-witherstorm !!

{Lukas}

• Autistic.

• Loves big blankets. Quilts, comforters, etc. If it's not puffy, he doesn't want it.

• Feeds stray animals. He buys extra cat/dog food and saves table scraps to give them.

• He hangs out with Jesse sometimes but he mostly sticks with the ocelots.

• Very extreme speed-walker. He's walks super fast 24/7 for no reason.

• Buys random little contraptions. Like those water toys where you flip it upside down and the droplets slide down the platforms.

• Him and Ivor gossip.

• Loves when people show interest in what he's talking about. He'll sit and explain something for hours upon hours to someone if they ask him too.

• He hand-made the matching jackets.

{Aiden}

• Dyslexic.

• He snores a lot. The volume varies, but he's usually a little hard to sleep next to.

• Perfers black cats over ocelots but will never tell Lukas.

• Acts like he's the coolest person ever but he's actually pretty lame. (affectionate)

• He has like 20 middle names, so it takes him like a solid 5 minutes to write down his full legal name.

• He had a fairly bad childhood and makes jokes about it all the time.

• Despite them being extremely deadly, Aiden unironically loves hostile mobs. He tries to pet spiders all the time, makes attempts to give zombies fists bumps when they have their arms out, hands blocks to enderman, dodges the arrows when he gets shot at by skeletons and pretends their "playing," ect.

• Got very heavily bullied as a kid and he projected that onto Jesse, Axel, and Olivia.

• Has a pet turtle

{Maya}

• Colorblind. (blue and green specifically)

•Absolutely obsessed with horror movies that it's almost concerning.

• She genuinely hates mint so so much. Doesn't matter if it's smell or taste, she is a full-fledged hater of mint.

• She has the opening skills of 3 month old. She can't open baby gates, she can't open child locks, she can't open jars or bottles,,,,,, actually nothing.

• She's a jerk to basically everyone, not just Jesse, Olivia, and Axel. She cools it down a bit when she's with The Ocelots, but they're still a target for insults. They love her, though.

• She pulls all-nighters 24/7. She literally never gets tired but she has massive fucking eyebags.

• She hates all of Jesse's friends but she loves Reuben. She'll never admit it, though.

• Both reread and rewatched Matilda all the time when she was younger. She still does sometimes for nostalgia purposes.

{Gill}

• Has Adhd.

• Very stupid. (affectionate)

• He has a little sister and he used to get in trouble all the time for purposely teaching her curse words.

• His birthday is the same day as Endercon, which is both a blessing and a curse because he gets to celebrate his birthday at Endercon every year, but the witherstorm was also created on his birthday, so he basically got traumatized for life on his birthday.

• He could honestly care less about Jesse, he just makes fun of him because Aiden and Maya do and he picked it up from them.

• Very good listener. Someone could ramble to him for hours and he'd listen and show interest the whole time.

• Collects Beanie Babies.

• He needs noise to sleep. A fan, the TV, anything.

• He's an extremely slow walker and is always struggling to catch up to people.

{More than one}

• Aiden and Maya have a sister/brother relationship despite not being related in the slightest.

• Gill gets worms off the ground after it rains and gives them to Aiden for his turtle.

• Maya tries to make Gill pull all-nighters with her sometimes but he always falls asleep at like 11pm.

• Maya made fun of Aiden for how many middle names he has once and he pushed her off a bridge. Never again did she make fun of his name.

• Gill and Aiden stay over at Lukas’s house all the time to make pillow forts and binge watch cartoons. Maya refuses to participate because she thinks pillow forts and cartoons are cringy and childish. (shame on you, Maya)

I will take absolutely no Maya, Gill, or Aiden hate. They are all my children, my cutie patooties.

Also, if anyone with artistic skill happens to see this lost and draws one of these (very unlikely) pls pls pls tag me in it ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[poptimus-prime]

I managed to spit out a thing about baby pictures and parents embarrassing their kids a bit.

“You’re expecting me to believe that grew into Stormy? I sincerely doubt that.” Ratchet scoffed as he stared hard at the yellowed photo being held to his face. He could recognize Liv, even if she was in a somewhat ridiculous Halloween costume. What he couldn’t recognize, however, was the little pink blob in her arms with the crocheted black beanie with cat ears. Olivia insisted that was Stormy when they were about a month old.

He pressed x to doubt. This was just his luck when the kids were out with Optimus, that the human adults would try to prank him.

 “Well, yeah. Humans start out this tiny.”

“You’re calling Stormy ‘tiny’? They were, like, 10 pounds when they were born, unless there is a typo on their birth certificate!” June was incredulous from the couch. “Now Jack, Jack was tiny. Scary tiny, honestly.”

“Yeah…he practically fit in your hand in the pictures.” Liv agreed.

“He is almost six feet tall!” Ratchet snipped a bit.

“Yes, but he was about 10 inches when he was born.” June pulled out her phone, humming a bit as she scrolled through. Eventually, she found what she was looking for and held it to Ratchet’s face. It was a digitized file of a physical photo, slightly yellowed like Liv’s. It was of June, sitting next to a clear box that had another pinkish lump with a blue beanie in it. She was smiling in the picture, but her brow was also furrowed in concern.

“What is that thing in that box?” Ratchet asked, again incredulous by the assertion that these blobs grew into the young people who run around his silo every day and drive him bonkers.

“That was Jack…he was 2 days old in that.” June hummed a bit. “He was born a little too early.”

“That happens?” 

“Does it not happen to Cybertronians?” Liv piped up.

“Not that I am…aware of?” Ratchet actually had to pause to think. Did a Cybertronian ever come out of the Allspark too early? He supposed that maybe they did towards the end of the war, but they didn’t need to be placed in a box.

“Oh. It’s really common in humans.” June shrugged. “Guess Jack couldn’t wait to see the world.”

“I had the opposite problem. Stormy didn’t want to come out.”

“Ah, the ‘five more minutes’ curse is from birth.” June joked, snickering behind her hand.

“It’s not as bad as Jack insisting that 4 AM was a reasonable time to get up.” Liv shot back playfully, starting to laugh. “Stumbling into our room in his little dinosaur footies like ‘Mommy, Miss Olivia, can I have pancakes?’”

June started sputtering in an attempt not to laugh, but all attempts failed as she buckled over. Ratchet thought for a second before his own little laugh escaped his vents, drawing attention to him.

“That sounds a bit like how Bumblebee was when he was young. He never slept more than a few hours and always demanded more Energon.”

“Oh em gee, can you please show us baby Bumblebee?” Liv’s eyes lit up as she quickly leaned in. 

“Um…I suppose…” Ratchet looked away, flustered as he looked through files. 

“You don’t have to.” June added.

“Nono, I may as well…since we’re all sharing youngling pictures today…aha. There he is.” He pulled up the picture and stepped to the side so the humans could see the monitor. It was a picture of a Bee alright–he was a little rounder and softer looking, but still definitely Bee. He was gripping an Energon cube while looking grumpy, and the cube was almost as big as he was.

And then it clicked.

“That’s why you don’t understand how human babies work. OK. That makes sense.” Liv flicked her own head in realization.

“What do you mean?” Ratchet quirked an eyebrow. 

“Humans change their appearance a lot when they grow. Bee…be just looks shorter and a little…chubby, I guess? Don’t have a better word.” She was gesturing an egg shape as she spoke.

“It’s really cute how his little grumpy face looks the same though.” June was giggling at the pouty baby face.

“I suppose it is, though now he knows how to transform.” Ratchet snorted lightheartedly. “He’s gotten some bite to his bark.”

“Fuck’s sake, Ratchet, are those my sparkling pictures?!” Bee’s beeping came from across the silo. He did not sound happy, even without the context of understanding what he said.

“Primus help me.” Ratchet muttered to the humans, who just backed away slowly.

[becausethefamilymatters]

Beanie baby trees are high enough so the puppy 🐶 thugs can’t touch my Britannia beanie baby. Olivia made the little Christmas tree last year so it is now part of my collection. The puppy thugs helped themselves to snowy and what is up with this reindeer they insist on bullying. And finally I’ve arranged the dresser. Next stop back to the dining room to see what Santa 🎅🏼 is up to. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckzqbtssem9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[captbenscn]

Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler - In beanies. (isp by/for @irasciblesoul​ )

Bonus: 

[page150]

Ruined 📱César x Reader (Enemies to Friends)

Request: None :(

Pronouns: None Stated

Word Count: 1888

Warnings: angst, mention on killing

It was night time in Los Angeles. The sky with it’s beautiful great white clouds had already turned from bright blue to black. Before, when you had waited on your porch, you noticed a few stars that poked out in the sky. You had felt a light chill in the air and as you stressed inside, you knew it had increased.

In your living room you paced back and forth. Your phone clutched in your hand as you stared down at it. Waiting for anything really. With each random notification you felt your nerves sky rocket. None of them were the ones you needed to ease your nervousness. You tripped lightly on the small hills in the carpet that had been made from your pacing, and looked at it as a sign you should sit down.

Right as you sat down you heard a knock on the door. It was different from your guardians and not like your boyfriend’s. His was sharp and in a pattern that the two of you had created. This one was soft, only one gentle tap.

The door was opened and you felt your heart drop a little. It was only César, but you could barely see him. He was sheltered in a thick black coat, a black beanie that was scrunched in his hand. Memories of your last encounters with him flashed in your mind. All the missed calls, the lies, the arguments. The last thing you wanted to do was have him disturb whatever peace that remained in your empty home.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

In your head you smacked yourself at your response.

He walked in. You noticed that he still had his shoes on. He used to always take them off when he visited, because he knew that that’s how your guardian liked it. You rolled your eyes as he sat down on the couch and shuffled something in pocket. His eyes were low to the ground, head close to his neck. You could faintly hear the quick tap of his sneakers against the wooden floors.

“Is there a reason you're here? No offense, but usually you would call and it doesn’t look like you’re staying for long.” You ask, picking up your phone again.

“Yeah, I can’t stay for long” He pauses. In a way you were glad, you didn’t really want to see him anyways, but then his eyes glance at you, then turned away. “I just needed to ask you something.”

“What?”

He didn’t meet your eyes. You moved to sit down next to him, placing your phone on one of the cushions. You noticed how close you had gotten to him so you moved away a bit. You hated how you missed sitting next to him. Basking in the warmth he produced.

He perked up and put on a fake smile. “Olivia wants you to come to her quinceañera.”

You reply with a small smile at the sound of her name. “Does she really? I’m not that close with her, but I would love to go. Will Monse and Jasmine be there too?”

“Yup. She would really like for you to come. They all miss you.” He whispers.

Your smile falls. Now you’re looking at the ground as well. The chocolate colored wood isn’t as interesting as he makes it out to be.

“I know you didn’t just come here to tell me that. Spit it out. I'm busy.”

Cesar sighs and looks at you. You had never seen him so uncomfortable. It was like you sitting next to him was torture. He didn’t even act like this when he accidentally walked in on you in the bathroom one time. His eyes looked sad. Not glossy enough for tears to fall, but almost. He took a deep breath, mustering up courage to tell you the truth.

“Where’s Latrelle?”

You get up immediately at his words. By the sound of his name the room seemed louder now. Your hands grab your phone again and you sigh in relief as you feel it’s weight, but there were no missed calls from your boyfriend, not even a text message.

“What did he do now? Does he owe you money? I’ll pay for it, how much?” You rambled.

Cesar gets up as well. “It’s not about tha-”

“No I’m serious.” Walking towards your room you grab your wallet and pull out a bunch of crumbled bills. It was the money Latrelle had given to you for your birthday. The smell of the expensive perfume he partnered it with still lingered on the bills.

“This is $150, I can get more if he made a big mistake.” You joked. Cesar didn’t laugh, “so he made a really big mistake.”

“You know what I have to do, y/n.”

“No,” You gulp. “Just take the money. He’ll be back later and I’ll talk to him. I can talk to him, I’m very persuasive.”

“He rolled up on me and Monse, y/n. We could’ve gotten hurt. It’s not my decision, it's Oscar’s.”

“I’m sorry for that and I’m glad that both of you are okay, but you don’t have to kill him! He’s a kid, Cesar. We’re kids!”

“I’m a kid that almost got shot and now it’s his turn! Don’t you care about Monse? Don’t you care about me? I don’t know why you’re still dating him! Just be a good friend and give me the information.”

Something in you was switched on with what he said. Suddenly everything that had made you want to keep the door closed was back again. You dropped your phone and walked towards him. You push an accusing finger into his chest. All your anger that was fueled toward Latrelle moved towards Cesar in a wave that almost swept tears to fall from your eyes.

“I was a good friend and don’t you forget it. I was your friend! You pushed me away! I care about you, Ruby, Monse, Jamal, Jasmine, all of you! But, then you got all secretive and kept hiding things from me. You pushed me to the side and kept me away from your friends. It was supposed to be you and me and I don’t even care if you’re dating Monse now, but I was hurt. You hurt me and Latrelle was there when you weren’t. He was there after you ruined everything! Now you come into my house in the middle of the night asking me to rat him out? After you’ve ignored me for months? Fuck you!”

César opened his mouth to say something, but your phone vibrated on the floor. You both looked at it, Latrelle was calling, on your phone screen you could see the cute photo of you on his back pop up. It was taken at the fair, two weeks after César got Ruby to uninvite you to a party.

César looked away, “You can pick it up. Warn him if you want. You know I could never hurt you.”

Tears rolled down your cheek now. Any words that you wanted to say were clogged in your throat. The phone buzzed and buzzed until it stopped. You fell to your knees and clutched it, bringing it close to your chest. Sobs wrecked through you. They stomped at your heart and you knew what was going to happen. Cesar could only look down at you. He felt something pull him to you but he fought against it. He walked out the door closing it softly behind him.

“Cesar please,” You cried. You got to your feet and chased after him. The night was cold and you shivered at it’s emptiness. All around you the world seemed to have shut down. You and him were the only living things that dared to move.

You ran towards César and he opened his arms to bring you into a hug.

“If I don’t do this our friendship will be ruined. Your life will be ruined, y/n please let me go so I can come back to you.” He cried.

His arms wrap around you. His lovely warmth fought against the chill of night. You realize that the darkness that came from your face being pressed against his chest was more comforting then the darkness you knew would come from the absence of Latrelle. You ignore the feeling of the outline of a gun pressed against your abdomen. He held you up, as you suddenly felt heavy. You both fall to your knees. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, his hands moved to rub circles on your back.

“It’s not your fault, baby. I’m sorry for ghosting you. Life just got so hard. I didn’t want you to have to deal with it. I want you to stay safe.” He cries harder. You just hold him tighter, not wanting to let go. Not wanting it to end. For once you didn’t feel so angry when you thought about him, you could just enjoy his comfort, but memories don’t just disappear like that.

“I will. I can stay safe. I just want you to stay safe too. I know you'll kill him regardless of what I say. I’ll be honest, Latrelle’s made a lot of mistakes.” You take a deep breath. “In a weird way I’m glad you're doing it, he’s made so many enemies, but I don’t want him bleeding out near the gutter like garbage. Don’t hurt him, be quick.”

The both of you sat there in silence for a while. Collapsed in each other's arms like tired returning lovers. César cleared his throat.

“I have to ask,” He muttered. “Why are you so calm about this?

You pause for a moment. Why were you so calm? Internally you didn’t feel calm. You felt like a kid desperate for love. You felt disloyal for ratting out someone who at least attempted to make time for you. Choosing to rebuild friendship with César or to keep someone alive who doesn’t want to change was so incredibly difficult. To calm your mind you told yourself it was going to happen either way. If César doesn’t kill him, Oscar will, or some other person would get him. It was a matter of time, but César had treated you wrong. Feeling a headache storm in your mind you responded.

“I’m not stupid I know how this works. Latrelle could have shot you or Monse. I hate how he always tries to be someone he isn’t. I hate it.”

He looks down at you. Not necessarily a smile, but his face showed that a weight was lifted. One of many. A face that ignored a weight that was now pulling you down. He lifted your chin up moving to kiss you. You turn your head and pull away.

“I don’t think I can. I haven’t forgotten.” You mumble.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders. “That’s okay and I’m truly sorry y/n.”

You nod and look up at the few stars. Maybe there were more, but it was a cloudy night.

“You should go home.” He suggests.

“Okay.” You move his arm and get back up. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach, he noticed it.

“Y/n…”

“Goodnight César.” You replied.

You wrapped your arms around your body and walk away. Leaving Cesar where he was in the dark.

Author's Note: ok so there might be a part 2 to this so stayed tuned! follow my twitter for updates @/thepage150 anyways i got my first 60 notes on a post so you can hold the applause thank you thank you! & REQUESTS ARE OPEN so please leave a request! [no smut/no real people (ex. Harry Styles, Dream)] If you enjoyed this please like and follow for more. I have a huge surprise when we reach 100 <3!! Have a wonderful day ~c'k

[1ddotdhq]

Thurs 21 Jan ‘21

Welp. Today was a busy week, huh? 

Let’s start with Zayn’s INZAYNLY AWESOME idea of writing a comic book based on his own album - take THAT reviews that said he had no concept behind it! The first panel of the story is a man in a white car speeding away from a man with purple eyes and white pupils (REALLY creepy btw), and it reads, “A madman has been chasing me for the past hour. When I go faster, he comes closer”. I am intrigued! I hope that this is some sort of enemies to lovers type thing, but knowing these guys, its strictly horror/suspense. This is being presented in video form, so the panels are moving figures and they are scored with songs from the album, which I assume is how the rest of the panels will also be presented. You can watch these two panels with the songs “Calamity” and “Better” over on YouTube for the full effect! Also, Zayn’s last listening party was today and he was the DJ! “DJ Malik”, he said in a sentimental throwback to his boyband days. He and his team had a great time throwing airhorns into the the listening party and then they did a “from Dusk Til Dawn '' encore, which I’m sure means Zayn wants us to be streaming NIL from Dusk Til Dawn! 

To keep the party going, Paul Roberts, TPWK and longtime 1D choreographer, had a chat with the BBC about working with Harry and Phoebe (WB) on the music video. He knew right away, he said, that everyone from 1D could be a great dancer if they really wanted to be, and, ten years later, he finally got the chance to test the theory! Spoiler alert: he was RIGHT! Harry had seen Phoebe in Fleabag on the West End and got on with her from the word go, and so the idea came about. “It was about three weeks before the world started to burn”, he says about the filming of the video,“We didn’t know how lucky we were”. 

Finally, let’s CHAT: it’s stunt timeeeeee!! Today is, of course, Freddie’s birthday, which meant the usual round of pictures stolen from social media from the Tomlinson sisters, silence from Louis, and birthday pics from the Clarks. Including a picture of a sonogram posted by Briana that was taken on August 3rd, 2015 (Louis confirmed the baby on the very next day on GMA). This sonogram is notable BECAUSE - drumroll pleasseeeee - it was taken at a FERTILITY CLINIC which specialized in surrogacy and IVF. So this is a clinic that only treats people who cannot have children naturally. To make matters more interesting, the clinic does not do non-client visits, and they did not do them in 2015. You simply could not go to this clinic if you had an accidental pregnancy because those are not the kinds of clients served by this clinic! I mean, if nothing else, this shows that Briana did not get accidentally pregnant by Louis, if she was pregnant at all. Likely, it was another fucked up photoshop job, where they switched Tammi’s name for hers and just forgot to change the name of the clinic. Sighhh. We knew this, of course, but WOW does this prove it concretely, huh? Anyways, I cannot BELIEVE that they are still fucking up THIS BADLY five years later, but uh. Yeah. Happy Birthday, Freddie, hope you got more than an apple this year! 

But that’s not the ONLY stunt that’s becoming faker and faker: Fauxlivia is proving itself to be nothing but the cash, and the cars, and the glory...and the pretty clothes, apparently! Turns out, Olivia is a brand ambassador for La Ligne in much the same way that H works for Gucci. She’s been featured on their instagram many MANY times, and has, thus far, worn their clothes for no fewer than TWO of the Holivia pap walks. Strangely enough, though, when this whole stunt began to manifest in late October, HARRY began featuring on their Instagram page as well. Totally Organically, of course, considering that they’d never talked about him before! That AND: the pink beanie that H was wearing in their dumb af Parking Lot Pap Walk has ALSO been idenfied to be La Ligne, which I’m sure he Just Decided to begin wearing and it had NOTHING to do with Jeff being Right There and them having promoted Gucci together at Jeff’s wedding. Mhmmmmm they’ve convinced me they’re TOTALLY in love. Celebrities that promo together, stay together, after all! (Oh, is that not the saying?)

Meanwhile, Liam’s Final Act merch has been delayed, and he has asked people to “contact him when they get it” (Harry’s team could NEVER), and JC Stewart called Niall “one of the nicest guys in music”. I’m sure he agrees! And, Niall has his own little discourse today - so much for him not creating any drama, huh? There were some shirtless pics of him posted by an ~source~ where he seems to have been working out (Niall has ABS now??) and is arranging a stack of boxes that read “nude” (just like Niall, huh?). UAs battled it out whether or not these pics should have been posted because he did not know they were being taken and there’s ETHICS involved, but Niall hangs out shirtless so much ANYWAYS that I bet he doesn’t mind.

[skepticalarrie]

I feel like some of your stressed anons are really panicking and I need to say, please relax my little baby butterflies. I have been here since the X factor days (came for zayn, stayed for everyone but Niall) and this isn’t the worst we have seen. They’ve actually done this before - 17 year old Harry apparently seduced a 40 year old married radio host! I don’t think anyone outside of UK/Aus heard about it, but this isn’t new.

Please remember that Harry spent the last two 1D tours actively seeking out LGBT+ fans. He spent his entire first tour learning to express himself in that same way. He wrote TPWK for us. He gave us that amazing video. The fact that it was dropped so quietly and lost in the shuffle of this should tell you everything you need to know.

Harry is doing his best to show us who he is. His team conversely to their best to stamp out anything that doesn’t get him notoriety. Just look at those photos and videos, where Harry angles his entire body away from Olivia the whole time, even when he’s holding her hand.

This will pass. I doubt it’s a one year contract, since it seems to be a set up for a Jason and Olivia reunion. Please, don’t get too involved. Laugh at it. Make fun of Harry for wearing stupid $400 beanies and being a dick about covid safety. But don’t fall for the narrative. In six months, this will make a lot more sense when we see what they’ve been able to achieve promotion wise. And we’re going to laugh at how stupid this is, the way we do with t*your and c*mille and whatever those ano models names are.

💙💚❤️💛💜💖

People listen to wise anon, they have wise things to say. That was absolutely lovely! I agree w/ everything. I see many people going through their first stunt basically losing their minds here. Of course it will pass, we went through much much worse and I love how positive you are!

No reason for excessive stress or panicking at all, but I see this stunt as something that definitely hit us out of nowhere. They were at least getting less and less problematic over the years, and we were getting some progress. And the thing is, we’re in freaking 2021. It has been 11 years. For how long are they going to keep shoving stunts down our throats? Yeah, we can take one more stunt, we will get through it, they will get through it. But for how long? Enough is enough.

[hopeeternal]

Karla Welch styles both Bieber & Olivia. Is a pink beanie all you got, baby??