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IF THE WORLD WAS ENDING | wanda maximoff

i know, you know, we know, you weren't down for forever and it's fine. i know, you know, we know, we weren't meant for each other and it's fine. but if the world was ending you'd come over, right? i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! main m.list whispers of heartache m.list

i was distracted and in traffic, i didn't feel it when the earthquake happened / i tried to imagine your reaction, it didn't scare me when the earthquake happened

Wanda Maximoff sat in her car, stuck in the middle of New York City traffic. The honking of horns and the hum of engines created a cacophony around her, but she barely noticed. Her mind was elsewhere, lost in the memories of her past with Y/N. She stared blankly out the window, the world around her a blur as she replayed their moments together over and over in her mind.

Meanwhile, across the city, Y/N was at her apartment. She sat on the couch, flipping through an old photo album filled with pictures of her and Wanda. They had been together for years, and every photo captured a moment of their love and happiness. A smile crept onto Y/N's face as she traced her finger over a picture of them at the beach, their faces lit up with joy. But the smile quickly faded as reality set in; they were no longer together.

Back in the car, Wanda sighed deeply. She thought about the first time she met Y/N, the way their eyes had locked across a crowded room. It had felt like fate, an instant connection that neither of them could deny. She remembered their first date, their first kiss, the way Y/N had made her feel so alive and loved. But those memories were bittersweet now, tainted by the pain of their breakup.

Suddenly, the car in front of her jolted forward, and Wanda snapped back to the present. She glanced around, realizing that traffic was moving again. She pressed her foot on the gas pedal, but her mind quickly drifted back to Y/N. She wondered what she was doing right now, if she ever thought about her. Wanda missed her terribly, but she knew she had to move on.

In her apartment, Y/N was startled by a sudden jolt. The ground shook beneath her, and the building creaked ominously. It took her a moment to realize what was happening: an earthquake. She quickly dropped the photo album and moved to a safer spot, her heart racing. As the shaking intensified, Y/N's thoughts turned to Wanda. Was she safe? Was she scared? Was she thinking about her too?

but it really got me thinkin' were you out drinkin'? were you in the living room chillin' watchin' television? / but it really got me thinkin' that night we went drinkin', stumbled in the house and didn't make it past the kitchen

Her mind raced with possibilities. She imagined Wanda out there, maybe at a bar with the Avengers, laughing and drinking without a care in the world. Or perhaps she was at the compound, sitting comfortably in the living room, watching her favorite sitcom. The thought made Y/N's chest tighten. Despite everything, she couldn't stop caring about Wanda.

Meanwhile, in her car, Wanda's mind drifted back to a memory that always brought a smile to her face. She remembered a night not too long ago when she and Y/N had decided to have some fun and drink a lot. They had stumbled home, laughing uncontrollably at something they couldn't even remember. They had barely made it past the kitchen before collapsing on the floor, still giggling like children. The memory was so vivid, so full of warmth and love, that it made her heart ache.

As the car rocked gently with the aftershocks, Wanda clung to that memory, wishing she could go back to that time. She missed the simplicity of those moments, the unguarded joy they had shared. She missed Y/N more than she could put into words.

Y/N clutched a pillow to her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. Her thoughts were still with Wanda. She remembered that night they had come home drunk, how they had laughed until they couldn't breathe, how safe and loved she had felt in Wanda's arms. It seemed like a lifetime ago now.

"Was she thinking about me?" Y/N whispered to herself, the question hanging in the air like a fragile hope.

The apartment grew quiet again, the only sound the distant wail of sirens. Y/N sighed, her thoughts a tangled mess of love and regret. She knew she shouldn't dwell on the past, but it was hard not to when every little thing reminded her of Wanda.

Wanda, now parked safely at the side of the road, took a deep breath. She pulled out her phone, her fingers hovering over Y/N's contact. She wanted to reach out, to make sure Y/N was okay, but she hesitated. What would she say? How could she explain the mess of emotions inside her?

She leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes and letting the memory of that drunken night wash over her. She could almost hear Y/N's laughter, feel the warmth of her body pressed against hers. It was a bittersweet comfort.

Back in her apartment, Y/N's thoughts returned to that night they had come home drunk. She could still see Wanda's smile, hear her teasing remarks. It was those little moments that she missed the most, the ones that made her feel truly alive.

She wished things could be different, that they could go back to the way things were. But she knew that wasn't possible. Too much had happened, too much had changed.

Still, she couldn't help but hope that somewhere out there, Wanda was thinking about her too. And maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other someday. But for now, all she had were the memories, and they would have to be enough.

it's been a year now, think I've figured out how, how to let you go and let communication die out / ah, it's been a year now, think I've figured out how, how to think about you without it rippin' my heart out

It had been a year since Y/N and Wanda had broken up and stopped contacting each other. A year filled with moments of trying to forget, trying to move on, and trying to heal. But despite the passage of time, the memories and feelings lingered, refusing to fade.

Wanda sat now in her living room, staring at her phone. Y/N's contact was highlighted on the screen. She had thought she'd finally figured out how to let Y/N go, how to let the communication die out. But as she looked at Y/N's name, her resolve wavered.

"Should I call her?" Wanda whispered to herself, her fingers hovering over the call button. She sighed, leaning back into the couch, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. It had been a year, yet the thought of Y/N still made her heart ache.

Meanwhile, Y/N sat by her window, gazing out at the city lights. She had believed that with time, the pain of losing Wanda would diminish. She thought that by now, she could think about Wanda without it ripping her heart apart. But she was wrong. The wound was still fresh, the pain still sharp.

She picked up a photo from the table beside her. It was of her and Wanda, taken during happier times. They were smiling, arms around each other, radiating joy. A single tear escaped her eye as she traced Wanda's face with her finger.

Wanda took a deep breath and put her phone down, unable to bring herself to call. She had spent the past year convincing herself that she was moving on, that she was letting go. But in truth, she had only been trying to bury her feelings, not confront them.

"Why is this so hard?" Wanda muttered, running a hand through her hair. She stood up and paced the room, memories of Y/N flooding her mind. She remembered their laughter, their shared dreams, and the way Y/N's eyes lit up whenever they were together.

Y/N put the photo back and closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. She had hoped that time would heal her, but every thought of Wanda still brought a fresh wave of pain. She missed her deeply, more than she had ever imagined possible.

"Why can't I let you go?" Y/N whispered, her voice filled with anguish. She hugged herself, seeking comfort in the emptiness of her apartment. The silence was deafening, a stark reminder of the void Wanda had left behind.

Wanda sat back down, defeated. She picked up her phone again, scrolling through their old messages. Each one was a reminder of what they had lost, of the love they had shared. She knew she should delete them, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She typed out a message, her heart racing. "Hi Y/N, I hope you're doing well. I've been thinking about you a lot lately." She stared at the words, her thumb hovering over the send button. But then, with a sigh, she deleted the message and put her phone away.

Y/N felt a sudden urge to reach out to Wanda, to hear her voice, to know if she was okay. She picked up her phone, her hands trembling. She typed out a message, then deleted it, then typed it out again.

"I miss you, Wanda. I think about you every day."

But she couldn't send it. She knew that reaching out would only reopen old wounds, and she wasn't sure she could handle that.

Wanda sat in the dark, her mind replaying their last moments together. She had hurt Y/N, and she regretted it deeply. She wished she could take back the things she had said, the pain she had caused. But it was too late for regrets.

She whispered to the empty room, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry."

Y/N finally put her phone down, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. She knew that holding on to the past was only causing her more pain, but letting go seemed impossible. The love she had for Wanda was too deep, too ingrained in her soul.

She looked out at the city once more, a silent prayer escaping her lips. "I hope you're happy, Wanda. I hope you're okay."

And so, they both sat in their separate spaces, hearts heavy with the weight of what once was and what could never be again. It had been a year, and they both had tried to move on, but the love they had shared still bound them together in ways they couldn't fully escape.

The distance and silence between them were filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. They had both learned that time alone couldn't heal all wounds, and some loves, no matter how painful, were impossible to forget.

i know, you know, we know, you weren't down for forever and it's fine. i know, you know, we know, we weren't meant for each other and it's fine

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. Y/N and Wanda sat on opposite ends of the couch, the silence between them deafening. It was the day they had both been dreading, the day they decided to break up.

Wanda looked down at her hands, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt nervously. "Y/N, I don't know how to say this, but... I can't keep doing this. My life as an Avenger, it's too dangerous. You deserve better, someone who can be there for you all the time."

Y/N's heart ached at Wanda's words, but she nodded, trying to hold back her tears. "I understand, Wanda. Your job is important. I always knew it would come to this."

Wanda's eyes filled with sorrow as she continued, "You're safer without me. I've seen too many people get hurt because of what I do. I don't want that for you."

Wanda reached out, her hand trembling as she touched Y/N's. Wanda's voice broke as she spoke again, "I wish things were different. I wish I could be the person you need me to be. But I can't, and I'm so, so sorry."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she squeezed Wanda's hand. "It's okay, Wanda. It's not your fault. You came into my life and showed me what love could be, even if it was just for a short time."

Wanda's tears flowed freely now as she looked into Y/N's eyes. "I hate that I'm doing this to you. I hate that I came into your life just to break your heart."

Y/N shook her head, wiping away her own tears. "Don't say that. You didn't just break my heart. You also filled it with so much love and happiness. I'll always cherish that."

Wanda pulled Y/N into a tight embrace, holding her close one last time. "I love you, Y/N. Please remember that."

Y/N clung to Wanda, feeling her heart shatter into a million pieces. "I love you too, Wanda. Always."

They stayed like that for a few moments, holding onto each other, knowing it would be the last time. Finally, they pulled apart, their eyes red and swollen from crying.

Wanda stood up, her legs feeling like lead. "Goodbye, Y/N. I hope you find someone who can give you the love and stability you deserve."

Y/N watched as Wanda walked away, her heart breaking with each step. "Goodbye, Wanda. Take care of yourself."

As the door closed behind Wanda, Y/N sank to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. She had told Wanda it was fine, but deep down, it was anything but fine. She felt like her heart had been ripped out, and she didn't know how she would ever heal from this.

That night, Y/N lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying their last conversation over and over in her mind. She knew Wanda was trying to protect her, but it didn't make the pain any less. She missed Wanda already, missed her presence, her warmth, her love.

Meanwhile, Wanda sat alone in her apartment, tears streaming down her face. She knew she had made the right decision, but it felt like the hardest thing she had ever done. She loved Y/N with all her heart, but she couldn't keep putting her in danger.

Both of them lay awake that night, hearts heavy with sorrow and regret. They had loved each other deeply, but it wasn't enough to overcome the challenges they faced. 

but if the world was ending you'd come over, right? you'd come over and you'd stay the night. would you love me for the hell of it?

Y/N thought the disaster was over as the tremors subsided, but she was wrong. The ground began to shake violently once more, and when she looked outside, her eyes widened in horror. The ground shook more violently, buildings crumbled, and the sky was filled with smoke and debris. It wasn't just an earthquake; the city was under attack. Aliens and enemies of the Avengers were wreaking havoc, destroying buildings, and spreading chaos.

Her heart raced, but it wasn't out of fear for herself. Her thoughts were consumed by one person: Wanda. She picked up her phone, her thumb hovering over Wanda's contact name. She wanted to call her, to hear her voice, to know she was safe. But she knew that was impossible. Wanda was an Avenger, and she was undoubtedly in the thick of the battle.

At the Avengers Compound, Wanda was in a tense meeting with the team. Tony Stark, Captain America, Black Widow, and the others were strategizing on how to fend off the attack. 

"Alright, people. We need to contain the threat in the city first," Tony Stark said, his suit already forming around him. "We need to split up and tackle these invaders on multiple fronts. Wanda, you and Vision take the east side. We need to protect as many civilians as we can. Thor, Banner, and I will handle the west." Tony said, his voice commanding attention. 

Wanda nodded, "Got it." she replied, her voice steady. "Alright, team, let's move out." Steve commanded.

Back at the apartment, Y/N sat back down on the couch, her phone still in her hand. She felt strangely calm despite the destruction outside. It wasn't fear that gripped her but a deep sense of longing. She opened Wanda's contact again, staring at the picture of them together. She missed her so much.

Meanwhile, Wanda and Vision were in the east sector, using their powers to shield civilians and fight off the alien attackers. Wanda's mind raced between her mission and thoughts of Y/N. She knew she had to protect the city, but she couldn't shake the worry for her love.

"Wanda, focus!" Vision said gently, noticing her distraction.

"I'm trying!" Wanda replied, her voice strained. "I just... I can't help but think about Y/N. I hope she's okay."

"She's strong," Vision assured her. "And we will protect this city and everyone in it. Let's do what we came here to do."

Wanda nodded, redoubling her efforts. She blasted enemies with her chaos magic, clearing a path for civilians to escape.

all our fears would be irrelevant, if the world was ending, you'd come over, right? the sky'd be falling while I'd hold you tight. no, there wouldn't be a reason why we would even have to say goodbye

Back in the apartment, the building shook as another explosion rocked the city. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. She knew Wanda was out there, fighting to keep everyone safe. She had to believe in her. 

"Fuck it." Y/N muttered under her breath and dialed Wanda's number. The phone rang, but Wanda didn't answer. She knew it was a long shot, given the chaos outside, but the call instantly went to voicemail.

Y/N sighed, bringing the phone back to her ear. "Wanda, if the world was ending today, you'd come over, right?" she said instantly, knowing that her words would go straight to voicemail. 

She paused, listening to the silence on the other end, the faint sounds of explosions and sirens filtering through the walls. "I don't know if you'll hear this, but I just need to say it. I miss you, Wanda. I miss us. All our fears and worries... they don't matter now. If the sky was falling, I know you'd come to me. We'd hold each other tight, and there wouldn't be a reason why we would even have to say goodbye."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued, "I still love you, Wanda. I hope you're okay out there. I know you're fighting to keep us safe, but please be careful. I'll be here, waiting for you to come home."

Y/N ended the call, her heart heavy but somehow lighter after saying what she needed to say. She put the phone down and looked out the window. Everything around her was falling apart—the buildings, the ground, people screaming outside. Yet, she felt a strange sense of peace.

if the world was ending you'd come over, right? you'd come over, you'd come over, you'd come over, right?

It had been two years since the battle that had nearly torn the city apart. The streets, once filled with chaos and destruction, were now bustling with life and normalcy. The citizens were slowly rebuilding their lives, and peace had finally returned.

Wanda Maximoff was in her car, driving through the city. The memories of the battle still haunted her, but today she was determined to confront a different kind of ghost. She was on her way to visit Y/N.

As she drove, her mind drifted back to the day she heard Y/N's voicemail. It was just after the battle had ended, and the city was in ruins. Wanda had been in the middle of the fray, fighting alongside Vision and the other Avengers. The adrenaline, the fear, and the urgency had kept her focused. But when she finally had a moment to check her phone, the voicemail from Y/N brought her to her knees.

"Wanda, if the world was ending today, you'd come over, right?" Y/N's voice had been calm, almost resigned. "I don't know if you'll hear this, but I just need to say it. I miss you, Wanda. I miss us. All our fears and worries... they don't matter now. If the sky was falling, I know you'd come to me. We'd hold each other tight, and there wouldn't be a reason why we would even have to say goodbye. I still love you, Wanda. I hope you're okay out there. I know you're fighting to keep us safe, but please be careful. I'll be here, waiting for you to come home."

Wanda's heart had shattered when she heard those words. She had dropped her phone, tears streaming down her face, the weight of her love and guilt crashing down on her.

Flashbacks of the battle filled her mind as she drove. She remembered the moment she had found Y/N's apartment building, reduced to rubble. Panic had set in as she frantically searched through the debris, her powers moving massive chunks of concrete and metal. Her heart had stopped when she found Y/N, buried beneath the wreckage.

The scene replayed in her mind with agonizing clarity. Wanda had cradled Y/N's lifeless body, tears pouring down her face. She had screamed for help, but it was too late. 

Y/N was gone.

Now, two years later, Wanda parked her car at the cemetery. Her steps were slow and heavy as she approached Y/N's grave. The weight of her grief and regret pressed down on her with every step. She knelt beside the grave, her fingers tracing the name etched into the stone.

"Y/N," she whispered, her voice breaking. Tears pooled in her eyes, spilling over as she spoke. "I'm so sorry."

Wanda's shoulders shook with sobs as she continued, "I miss you every day. I hear your voice in my dreams, and I see your smile in my memories. I thought I could protect everyone, but I couldn't protect you. You were everything to me, and I lost you."

She stayed there for what felt like hours, talking to Y/N, pouring out her heart and soul. She recounted their memories, their laughter, and their love. She spoke of the future they had dreamed of but never got to live. And she apologized, over and over, for not being there when it mattered most.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Wanda said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you. I always will. I failed you, and I have to live with that. But I promise I'll keep fighting, for you and for the world you believed in. I won't let your memory fade."

She pressed her forehead against the cold stone, her tears soaking into the ground. "I hope you're at peace now. I hope you know how much you meant to me. You were my world. I'm so, so sorry."

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the cemetery, Wanda finally stood up. She wiped her tears but the sorrow in her heart remained. She placed a gentle kiss on the gravestone, a final farewell to the love of her life.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," she whispered one last time. "I wasn't there when the world was ending. I'm sorry, I didn't come. I was busy saving the world, and I failed to save you. I failed to save my own world."

With a heavy heart, Wanda walked back to her car. The city was at peace, but her soul would forever carry the scars of that day. As she drove away, she made a silent vow to honor Y/N's memory, to keep fighting for the world they had both believed in, and to never forget the love they had shared.

if the world was ending, you'd come over, right?

i'm looking and in need of new friends, i'm so friendless... like, really.

[shitsndgiggs]

a kenan fanfic in where he is rumoured to be dating another model which leads to yn, becoming insecure and believing that he is cheating on her because she went abroad to study for a few months. maybe like she blocks him or something and he flies out to her?

DO BETTER - KENAN YILDIZ

In which you think that he is cheating

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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The news hit me like a punch to the gut. Sitting in my tiny dorm room, thousands of miles away from home, I stared at my phone screen, unable to process what I was seeing.

Pictures of Kenan with another model were plastered all over social media, accompanied by headlines suggesting that they were dating.

My heart sank, and insecurity gnawed at my insides. Was it true? Was Kenan cheating on me while I was abroad studying?

I tried calling him, needing to hear his voice, but he didn’t answer.

Each missed call only fueled my fears. In a moment of frustration and heartbreak, I blocked his number, cutting off any means of communication between us.

The following days were a blur. I threw myself into my studies, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy and sadness that tightened my chest every time I thought of Kenan.

But the rumors and photos kept surfacing, making it impossible to focus.

The feeling of betrayal grew, and I started to believe that our relationship was over.

He hadn't even bothered to explain or reassure me. Maybe he didn't care anymore.

A week passed, then another. Each day without hearing from Kenan solidified my belief that he had moved on.

I tried to convince myself to do the same, but my heart wouldn’t let go. My friends noticed my distress, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell them the truth.

It was too painful to admit that the man I loved might have betrayed me.

Three weeks later, I was sitting in my dorm room, attempting to study, when there was a knock at the door.

Sighing, I pushed my books aside and went to answer it. My heart stopped when I saw Kenan standing there, looking exhausted and worried.

“Kenan?” I gasped, unable to believe my eyes.

“Y/N, please, can we talk?” he pleaded, his eyes searching mine.

I stepped back, letting him in. He closed the door behind him and immediately took my hands in his. “I flew here as soon as I could. Those rumors, those photos—they’re all lies. I would never cheat on you.”

“Then why were you with her?” I demanded, my voice trembling with hurt and anger.

Kenan sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “It was a charity event. She was just a date for the evening, nothing more. The media twisted it into something it wasn’t.”

I pulled my hands from his grasp, pacing the small room. “It’s hard to believe you when I’m so far away and all I see are those pictures.”

“I know,” he said softly, his voice full of regret. “I should have been more transparent with you. I should have called and explained everything.”

“But you didn’t,” I shot back, tears welling up in my eyes. “You left me to find out through gossip and headlines.”

Kenan stepped closer, gently tilting my chin up so I had to look at him. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I was trying to protect you from the stress and drama, but I ended up hurting you instead. Please, believe me when I say that you are the only one for me. I love you.”

I searched his eyes, finding the sincerity and desperation there. My anger began to dissolve, replaced by the overwhelming relief that he was here, that he cared enough to fly halfway around the world to see me.

“I’m sorry too,” I whispered. “I should have given you a chance to explain before shutting you out.”

Kenan pulled me into a tight embrace, kissing the top of my head. “We both made mistakes. Let’s not let this come between us. You mean everything to me, Y/N.”

We stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the distance and doubt melting away.

Over the next few days, Kenan and I spent every moment we could together, rebuilding the trust that had been shaken. He took me out to dinner, where we talked and laughed for hours.

We walked through the city, exploring little shops, holding hands and stealing kisses.

One evening, as we lay in bed, Kenan turned to me, his expression serious. “I know I’ve been busy with football and it’s been hard being apart, but I promise to do better. I’ll make sure you never doubt my love for you again.”

I smiled, feeling the warmth of his words. “I believe you, Kenan. And I’ll work on trusting you more. We’ll get through this, together.”

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Between the Ropes: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 38: Make you understand what the fuck is going on.. pt. 2

December 27th, 2024 10:45 A.M

Rhea sat in the therapist’s office, her eyes fixed on the neutral beige walls, mind still grappling with the chaos of memories that seemed to swirl endlessly. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but she knew something was buried within her past with Matt—something she needed to confront if she ever hoped to truly move on. Her therapist leaned forward, breaking the silence.

“Demi,” she began, using her real name to ground her in the moment. “Where do you think things went wrong?”

Rhea blinked, taken aback by the question. “Where things went wrong?” she echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“With Matt,” the therapist clarified, her tone gentle but probing. “Where do you think it started to unravel? Before everything that happened… when do you think the issues began?”

Rhea’s mouth opened as if to respond, but no words came out. She truly didn’t know. When she thought back on her relationship with Matt, the memories were blurred, clouded by a strange mix of warmth and unease. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her mind racing to make sense of it all. “I… I’m not sure,” she admitted, feeling a twinge of frustration. “I thought everything was fine… I really did. Maybe I missed something?”

The therapist nodded understandingly, her expression both encouraging and compassionate. “That’s often the case in relationships like these,” she said softly. “When we’re in the midst of it, it’s easy to miss the small red flags. They seem insignificant, like quirks or concerns that don’t really register as warnings. But looking back… we can often see the patterns more clearly.”

Rhea swallowed, feeling a familiar knot of discomfort settle in her chest. The idea of going back to the beginning, of picking apart her relationship with Matt piece by piece, made her stomach churn. But there was a quiet strength in her therapist’s gaze that urged her to keep going, to uncover the hidden truths she had once ignored.

“Maybe… we can start from the beginning,” the therapist suggested, her voice calm and steady. “Let’s go back. Sometimes, when we revisit our past with fresh eyes, we find things we might have overlooked. It could help you understand why things turned out the way they did—and why you stayed, even when you sensed something was off.”

Rhea took a deep breath, nodding slowly. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, willing herself to reach back to those early days with Matt, before the possessiveness, before the shadows had crept into their relationship. Her mind began to drift, sorting through fragments of memories, piecing together the moments that had once felt like love.

“Well…” she began, her voice almost a whisper as the memories started to surface. “We first started dating in August 2022…”

August 2022

The beginning of their relationship had felt like a fairytale to Demi. She had been swept up in the affection and support Matt seemed to offer so effortlessly. He was always there, at the airport, ready to drive her home or grab a bite to eat with her. She remembered the first time he surprised her with coffee after an early-morning workout after she had spent a night at his house, grinning as he held the cup out to her. She had laughed, playfully punching his shoulder. “You’re going to spoil me,” she teased.

And he had. Or, at least, that’s what she thought back then.

But there were moments, even early on, that seemed slightly off. During lunch with her friends, she caught him watching her a bit too closely, his eyes narrowing when she laughed a little too loudly at one of her male colleague’s jokes. “Better watch yourself around him,” he muttered afterward, only half-joking, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. Demi had brushed it off, telling herself he was just being playful.

Yet the frequency of these comments started to increase. If she posted photos with friends or tagged someone in a story, Matt would ask about it. He’d say, “Just curious,” with that tight-lipped smile, a smile that made her stomach twist. Still, she didn’t recognize it as a warning. Not then.

Fall 2022

Months passed, and the playful comments about her friends turned into something darker, more invasive. Demi began noticing how he questioned every male friend she mentioned, every interaction she had outside of their relationship. She tried to brush it off, convincing herself it was just Matt caring about her.

One evening after practice, Demi lingered in the gym, chatting with some of her fellow wrestlers. Matt had been waiting for her outside, and when she finally joined him, he was silent, his jaw clenched as he stared at the pavement. “Something wrong?” she asked, but he just shook his head, gripping her hand tighter than usual. The silence in the car was heavy, palpable, and Demi found herself growing anxious, not understanding what had shifted.

Back at her apartment, Matt finally spoke. “Do you enjoy spending time with him?” His voice was quiet, yet laced with a dangerous edge.

Demi blinked, taken aback. “What? You mean my teammate? Matt, we’re just friends. It’s nothing.”

He nodded, the tension in his body not easing. “I just… I don’t like how close you are with him, that’s all. People might get the wrong idea.”

She laughed, thinking he was joking, but the look he gave her made her laughter falter. “It’s just work, Matt,” she reassured him, her voice softer, hoping it would ease whatever insecurity he was feeling. And in that moment, he softened, pulling her close, murmuring apologies against her hair. But beneath the apologies, Demi couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.

Winter 2022-2023

As the months turned colder, Matt’s presence in Demi’s life grew more intense. He started showing up at her training sessions unannounced, standing in the corner of the gym, arms crossed, watching her every move. At first, she’d found it endearing, a mark of his support. But then she noticed how he was less interested in her workouts and more focused on who was around her, his eyes flickering whenever she interacted with others.

One day, after she had hugged one of her friends goodbye, Matt pulled her aside, his jaw clenched. “Do you have to be so friendly with everyone?” he asked, his tone icy.

Demi frowned, feeling a mixture of confusion and defensiveness. “Matt, he’s just a friend. There’s nothing to it.”

But Matt’s face didn’t soften. Instead, he gripped her arm tightly, his gaze hard. “I know what guys are like, Demi. They don’t look at you like that unless they want something more.”

The conversation left her feeling drained, questioning her actions and her own boundaries. She began pulling away from friends, subtly, as Matt’s possessiveness crept into every corner of her social life. He was always there with reassurances afterward, telling her he was only trying to protect her. “I just love you so much, Demi,” he’d murmur, his voice warm and soft. “I don’t want to lose you.”

And somehow, she found herself nodding, convincing herself that this was what love looked like.

Spring 2023

As spring approached, Demi found herself living more for Matt’s approval, tiptoeing around anything she thought might upset him. She barely noticed how she’d begun isolating herself, choosing to spend every free moment with him, avoiding activities she used to enjoy without him by her side. She told herself that he was her priority, her partner, that this was how relationships worked.

One night, she tried to confront him gently, voicing her concerns about feeling overwhelmed by his constant presence. “I just need a little breathing room, Matt,” she said, choosing her words carefully.

He stared at her for a long time, an unreadable look in his eyes. Then he wrapped her in a hug, so tight she almost couldn’t breathe. “Why do you need space, Demi? Am I not enough for you?” His voice was low, tinged with a hint of pain that made her heart ache.

She felt guilty, doubting herself. Was she asking for too much? Matt’s words were wrapped in hurt, making her feel selfish for even suggesting distance. And once again, she found herself reassuring him, trying to calm his insecurities. He seemed to draw strength from her guilt, a subtle satisfaction in her willingness to abandon her concerns.

August 2023

By August, Demi was starting to feel cracks in the foundation of her relationship with Matt, though she still couldn’t pinpoint why. She felt like she was constantly treading carefully, ensuring she didn’t say or do anything that would upset him. But whenever she felt overwhelmed, he would pull her back in, his words sweet and affectionate, making her feel like she was the center of his world.

On a warm August evening, he surprised her with a trip to the beach. The setting was idyllic—golden sunset, waves crashing softly against the shore. As they walked along the beach, Matt suddenly stopped, kneeling before her, holding a small box.

“Demi, you’re the love of my life. I don’t want to live without you,” he said, opening the box to reveal a diamond ring, glittering in the fading sunlight. “Will you marry me?”

Overwhelmed by the grand gesture, by the way he looked at her with such intensity, she said yes, her voice trembling with both joy and uncertainty. In that moment, her doubts seemed to vanish, replaced by the excitement of their engagement.

But beneath his proposal, Matt’s intentions were far from pure. To him, this was not just a promise of love—it was a seal, a guarantee that she belonged to him. He held her close that night, whispering, “Now you’re mine forever,” his voice soft but possessive.

Demi, blissfully unaware of the darkness lurking beneath his love, let herself fall deeper into his embrace, convincing herself that this was the commitment she had always wanted. But with the ring on her finger, Matt’s control over her grew more secure, binding her in ways she could never have anticipated.

As they celebrated their engagement that night, Demi’s heart was filled with hope, while Matt’s was filled with triumph.

October 11th, 2023

It was an unusually warm evening as Rhea sat with her family around the dinner table, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. She was seated beside Matt, who, as always, had his arm draped protectively over the back of her chair. The two of them seemed inseparable, his touch never straying far from her shoulder or hand, his gaze constantly following her every movement.

As dessert was being served, Rhea got up to clear some of the plates. Matt’s hand lingered on her wrist for a moment, his fingers tightening slightly as if reluctant to let her go, before he finally released her with a nod. She flashed him a smile, brushing off his gesture as an affectionate habit, and headed toward the kitchen.

She hadn’t even noticed the look her father had been giving Matt all evening—one of quiet disapproval and barely masked concern.

Once she was in the kitchen, her father followed her, standing by the counter as she rinsed the plates. Rhea looked up, surprised to see him watching her with a troubled expression.

“Everything okay, Dad?” she asked, wiping her hands on a towel.

He sighed, his face tense as he weighed his words. “Demi… I wanted to talk to you about Matt.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this conversation might be headed. “What about him?”

Her father hesitated, glancing back towards the dining room where Matt sat alone, glancing in their direction every few seconds. “I just… I don’t trust him, sweetheart. There’s something about him that doesn’t sit right with me.”

Rhea’s eyes widened, a defensive edge creeping into her voice. “Dad, come on. He’s perfect. He treats me well, he’s attentive, and he’s… protective. Isn’t that what every father wants for his daughter?”

He shook his head slowly. “There’s a difference between being protective and being possessive, Demi. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And the way he acts around others… the control, the subtle digs at people who get too close to you.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Sometimes, people like that don’t reveal their true selves until it’s too late.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, brushing off his words with a dismissive laugh. “Dad, you’re overthinking it. Matt’s just… particular. He loves me. That’s all this is.”

Her father’s expression softened, but the worry in his eyes remained. He reached out, pulling her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her with an almost desperate protectiveness. “One day, Demi,” he murmured, his voice laced with sadness, “I hope you see what I see. I hope you realize he’s not who you think he is.”

Rhea pulled back slightly, giving him a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry, Dad. I know Matt better than anyone. I promise, he’s a good guy.”

Her father watched her with a resigned look, his eyes filled with a pain that she couldn’t quite understand. “I hope you’re right,” he said quietly, glancing toward the dining room again where Matt was watching them both, his jaw clenched as if bracing himself against an invisible threat.

Rhea shrugged off her father’s words, brushing away the seed of doubt he had tried to plant. She couldn’t see it then, blinded by her affection and belief in Matt. To her, he was still perfect—still everything she thought she needed.

As she walked back to the dining room, she missed the look Matt threw at her father—a silent warning, a flash of anger that her father saw but chose to keep to himself, hoping that one day she would see Matt’s true colors without having to learn the hard way.

November 24th, 2023.

The studio lights glared brightly, casting a polished sheen over everything as Rhea and Dominik laughed, their chemistry lighting up the entire set. The photographer snapped photos of them, Rhea holding her title belt proudly as she and Dom posed with ease. They fell into a rhythm as if no one else was watching—a series of friendly grins, playful gestures, and perfectly timed glances. Their connection was effortless, a camaraderie that anyone could see.

But in the shadows, standing off to the side with his arms folded tightly across his chest, Matt observed every interaction with a dark intensity. His jaw was clenched, his gaze fixated on the way Rhea leaned into Dominik, the easy laughter she shared with him, and the mutual trust between them that was on full display. To everyone else, this was just a photoshoot between two colleagues, friends even. But to Matt, it was something else entirely.

As his mind spiraled into a possessive whirlwind, a voice cut through his thoughts. Matt turned slightly to see Finn standing beside him, eyeing him curiously.

“You good, man?” Finn asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp, picking up on the tension radiating from Matt.

Matt forced a tight smile, nodding. “Yeah. Just… watching the shoot,” he replied, his voice strained, as if he was trying to convince himself more than Finn.

Finn raised an eyebrow, sensing something off. He tried to lighten the mood, making small talk about the recent matches and the Judgment Day’s storyline direction. But Matt’s responses were curt, barely masking the agitation simmering beneath his calm facade.

After a lull in the conversation, Matt’s eyes flicked back to Rhea and Dom, who were now looking through the preview photos on the photographer’s camera, laughing at some of the blooper shots. Unable to contain his insecurities any longer, Matt turned to Finn with a question that seemed to come out of nowhere.

“Hey, Finn… you know if Rhea and Dom have ever shared a room before?”

Finn’s smile faltered, his surprise visible as he tried to process the unexpected question. “Uh… yeah, mate. We’ve all shared rooms here and there. It’s a bit like family, ya know? Sometimes, it’s easier to stick together when we’re on the road.”

Matt’s expression tightened. “She shouldn’t be sharing a room. Not with him, anyway.”

Finn’s gaze sharpened, picking up on the undercurrent of jealousy and possessiveness in Matt’s tone. He hesitated before replying, carefully choosing his words. “Dom and Rhea are like brother and sister, man. There’s nothing weird about it. We all look out for each other; that’s what we do.”

Matt’s eyes narrowed as he glanced back at Rhea, now reviewing the last few photos with Dom, oblivious to the storm brewing nearby. He muttered, almost to himself, “I don’t want her too close to him. She should know better.”

Finn took a step back, the uneasy feeling growing as he realized just how deeply rooted Matt’s possessiveness went. He opened his mouth to say something—to defend Rhea’s autonomy and to remind Matt that he didn’t own her—but thought better of it. Sensing the tension radiating from Matt, Finn gave him a nod, masking his concern with a polite smile before turning to leave, feeling the weight of the awkwardness settle heavily between them.

As Finn walked away, he couldn’t shake the discomfort gnawing at him. He’d always known Matt was protective of Rhea, but this… this felt different. It felt darker, more controlling. And he couldn’t help but worry about what lay beneath Matt’s stoic exterior—the thoughts he kept hidden, the resentment he masked behind polite smiles.

That Same Night..

The bar was alive with the low hum of music and laughter as the Judgment Day crew settled into their corner booth, sharing stories and toasting to another successful event. Rhea excused herself, announcing she was getting another beer, and Finn immediately stood up, saying he’d join her. She raised an eyebrow, amused but grateful for his company.

At the bar, Rhea ordered a Michelob Ultra, and Finn opted for a Corona. The bartender slid their drinks across the counter, and Finn took a quick sip before glancing at Rhea, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Rhea…” he started, carefully choosing his words, “have you ever… noticed anything off about Matt?”

Rhea chuckled, rolling her eyes as she took a swig of her beer. “Matt is just Matt, Finn. You know how he is—quiet, intense… but harmless. What’s got you all suspicious?”

Finn shifted his weight, debating whether to push the topic. “I don’t know,” he replied, trying to keep his tone light. “Maybe I’m just reading into things too much. But earlier, during the shoot, he seemed… I don’t know. Possessive. Like he didn’t like seeing you and Dom so close.”

Rhea waved him off, her laughter echoing softly above the din of the bar. “Come on, Finny. That’s just Matt’s way. He’s protective. Maybe a little over the top sometimes, but that’s how he shows he cares.” She playfully nudged his shoulder. “Stop worrying about me. I can handle myself.”

Finn forced a smile, sensing the weight of eyes boring into them from across the room. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was—Matt, undoubtedly keeping a close watch, his gaze fixated on them like a hawk. Finn could feel the tension building, the possessive stare Matt cast over them unmistakable. He took a deep breath and let it go, not wanting to alarm Rhea any further.

“You know what? You’re right. I’m probably overthinking,” he said, feigning a casual laugh. “Just… just looking out for you, is all.”

Rhea’s expression softened as she placed a hand on Finn’s arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, Finny. For always protecting me.” She smiled, warmth and gratitude shining in her eyes. It was a simple gesture of friendship, yet somehow, it made her feel safe.

But as they turned back toward the booth, Finn couldn’t shake the feeling gnawing at him. He glanced back, his eyes meeting Matt’s for a brief, tense moment, before he looked away. Finn’s instincts told him something was wrong, and though Rhea brushed it off tonight, he hoped for one day for Rhea to see it through Matt.

— Present

Rhea looked at her therapist slowly, her expression pensive. “There were signs…” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper, as if the realization itself weighed heavily on her.

The therapist set the pen down, meeting Rhea’s eyes with a gentle gaze. “Often, we don’t see them,” she reassured. “It’s easy to miss things, especially when we’re caught up in the emotions of it all. You’re not alone in that.”

Rhea took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and guilt surface. She hadn’t even realized how much she had buried these thoughts until now, how much of herself she had ignored in her desire to make things work with Matt.

The therapist smiled gently, sensing Rhea’s exhaustion. “Why don’t we take a break and regroup next week? Same time?”

Rhea nodded, feeling grateful for the support and the space to process it all. As she stood up, the therapist gave her some words of encouragement. “In the meantime, consider journaling. Write down whatever comes to mind, especially as memories surface. And talk to Jey about the idea of couples counseling. It could provide both of you with a safe space to address everything you’ve gone through.”

Rhea managed a small smile, her mind already racing with the thought of opening up further to Jey. “I’ll try,” she said softly.

“Good,” the therapist replied warmly. “Remember, healing is a process. You don’t have to rush it.”

As Rhea left the office, her heart felt just a little bit lighter, though she knew the journey ahead wouldn’t be easy.

Yall are probably wondering two updates in one day? So the chapter before this one was to include this section as well but I thought it was going to be a bit over crowded so I just separated it 😂😂😂 also this chapter has another part but I’m nowhere near close to that one. I do have to remind yall that I’m a non linear story teller which means some things are out of order. :)

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𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 | 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 {𝙸𝚅}

☆ Warnings: Textfic, profanity, this has lost all seriousness, I don’t even know what’s going on

☆ 1.3k words | AO3, Tumblr

Taika: r u getting read

Taika: ready

Taika: send pic 

You: [one photo attached]

Taika: OO LALA

Taika: anddd it’s all over the screen

Taika: man I didn’t even get a second to edge to that I just bust everywhere…

You sighed, switching your phone off and setting it on the side of the dressing table. It continued to buzz relentlessly as Taika assaulted your chat with what you could only imagine were graphic obscenities; she never could settle for a simple “you look good.”

Applying a quick layer of lip gloss and adjusting the strap of your dress, you took a step back to look at yourself.

Is this too much?

You picked up your phone.

[13 new messages]

All from Taika, of course. You ignored them and began typing.

You: is it too much?

You: [one photo attached]

Taika: ermmmmm no?

Taika: you look secy 

You: yep, secy…

You: it’s just, it’s not a date or something so I don’t think I should put in this much effort

Taika: die

Taika: die

Taika: die

You: what

Taika: die

Taika: go fuck yoruself 

You: WHAT

Taika: act like it’s a date 

Taika: this is your only chance

You: you’re really fucking weird

Taika: r u gonna let him hit

Taika: remember to tap it before you wrap it

You: I’m blocking you

Taika: NOOOO MOMMY NO NOO 

You: jesus save me

A notification appeared on your screen.

Kenji: Hey I’m outside 

You: ok coming 

Tossing your phone inside your handbag, you quickly rushed down the corridor and put on your shoes. You opened the door and went down to the gate. The night air bit at your skin as you tugged on your coat.

“A motorcycle? Really?” You didn’t know what else to say.

He raised a dark eyebrow, jerking his head at the spot on the seat behind him. You clambered on. “What’s wrong with a motorcycle?”

You shrugged. “Dunno.” You froze for a minute, unsure of where to put your hands. 

He let out a low snicker at your evident hesitation. “Shoulders.” You frowned, settling your palms on his shoulders, digging in with your fingers. He barely flinched, instead revving the engine.

“So where are we going?” You had to almost shout over the wind. He didn’t reply, just went faster, making you clutch hard onto him. The city lights whizzed past you both. 

The ride was a blur, your mind mostly preoccupied with- with things that didn’t matter, and once you came to a stop it actually took a second for you to snap out of your daze. 

“Uh… where are we?”

“Tonkatsu Tonki. Uh, come on.” And without warning he simply went inside.

You frowned at yourself. Fuck you, Taika. This isn’t very date-like. But nevertheless you stumbled in after him. 

-

“Hey. Uh, I think you’re meant to dip the noodles-“

“In the sauce, yeah, whatever.”

You stayed silent and folded your hands in your lap, as he proceeded to not dip the noodles in the sauce. He paused, and his eyes flicked to yours. You flinched. 

He straightened up. “So. What we're here to talk about…”

“Yes, uh…” Not very date-like.

He paused again, as if he was thinking about something, then lightly shook his head. “We can talk about it later. Aren’t you gonna eat that?”

You stared at your plate, then picked up your chopsticks wordlessly.

He set this down. “So… how’s work?”

You looked up. “Work? Like…”

“Yeah, like, you know, work.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine I guess.” You twirled a chopstick in your fingers. “How about you?”

“Well, you know. Game next week. Training.” He shrugged awkwardly.

You laughed. It came out scathing to your own ears. “Fun.”

“…Yeah.”

Silence.

“So like, did we go to the same college, or did you just go to all the games to stalk me?”

You almost choked on your food. “What?”

“You know. The pictures.” He seemed so casual talking about it while you were prepared to turn your own skin inside out and crawl into your guts that it made you want to scream. 

“There’s a lot of pictures,” you said stiffly. He snorted, and began laughing, and you stared at him.

“C’mon, [name]. Why’re you so formal?”

“…”

“We’re friends, right? I mean, we know each other. At the very least.”

Friends. A label. You nodded. “Right, you’re uh, you’re right. No, we went to the same college. I was a biology major.”

“Huh? STEM? You’re a photographer now though.”

“Yeah, my parents wanted me to…”

Surprisingly, time flew. It was easy to talk to him. Barriers fell, the awkwardness melted away, and before you knew it he’d dropped you home, walked you to the door, and said goodnight.

Very date-like.

Except you’d both forgotten to address the actual issue at hand at all.

-

Kenji: We forgot to talk about it.

You: yeah…

Kenji: Let’s just talk about it now.

You: we just saw each other thirty minutes ago

Kenji: Yeah whatever so

Kenji: Basically

Kenji: What are we gonna do about it

You: wym? just issue a statement saying it’s not true

Kenji: Yeah or we could make it more fun

You: oh hell no

Kenji: Come on [name] it would be funny

Kenji: Also it would be good for like

Kenji: Publicity 

Kenji: You might get hired more

You: what

Kenji: Look I kind of already told my teammates it was true so we have to roll with this for a while ok

You: WHAT

Kenji: SORRY

You: when I catch you…

You: so how exactly are we going about this.

Kenji: You’re gonna do it? You’ll help me?

You: sigh yes ig 

Kenji: Thanks

Kenji: Thankyou

Kenji: With these words I express my undying gratitude towards thee, in which I shall solidify the notion of with any favours mine body is able to lay at thine feet and mercy

You: ok yappatron 2000

You: how are we gonna go about this

You: what’s in it for me

You: and don’t say exposure I’ll kill you and use your skin as a lampshade

Kenji: Uhhhhh I’ll pay you????

You: are you telling me or asking me?

Kenji: I’ll pay you ma’am

You: …thanks

You: how much

Kenji: idk like $100

You: I am literally lying to the world for you

Kenji: I’ll throw on a few extra zeros at the end

You: thanks pookie bear!

Kenji: I’m regretting this 

You: you’re rich stfu 

You: so now what do I have to do

Kenji: Date at LEAST once a week. Preferably Saturday evening. If we could go somewhere that isn’t too private so people see us. Unless that’s kind of a stupid idea. Idk.

You: no I’m busy I have to go on a date with my bf every Saturday evening 

Kenji: You what

You: I’m joking yaptimus prime

You: doesn’t matter where it is

You: but you’re paying 

Kenji: …okay 💔

You: is that all

Kenji: You just like do stuff on social media and like uhhh attend my games idk

You: I literally work at your games 

You: You silly goose 

Kenji: Mhm

Kenji: Okay look I have to go now. Is everything settled?

You: yeah yeah sure it’s all good

Kenji: Alright cause my daughter just woke up so I have to put her back to sleep

Kenji: Bye

You stared at the screen.

His what?

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Star-Crossed Connection: chapter two

Nick Folio x Original Female Character

WC: 3k

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this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.

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A few days later I’m finalizing my festival outfits with my stylist. The photos the paparazzi took were splashed all over the tabloids and drama blogs the day after they found Folio and I were ambushed on our date. 

My plan worked like a charm. Every article or blog post was gushing over me and my newfound love. It was almost too easy to sway the public perception. All it took was a few perfectly timed photos of a new hot guy shielding me from the onslaught of flashes and pestering questions from pathetic men who have nothing better to do than follow girls like me around day and night trying to get a million-dollar photo. 

Looking into the 360 mirror I admire the beautiful black one-strapped ball gown my stylist picked out for the movie premiere. “It’s lovely, this was an amazing find, Lala. Did you find any cute stuff for skiing?” Lala smiles and pulls out another rack of clothes with several snowsuits in all different colors. I decide to try on the pink one and the all-white one. 

“I’ll take both of these they’re so hot, so all that’s left is a few choices for the press junket and I’ll look through some of the options you brought for my date.” I move to look through the outfits she’s picked out for folio and choose a black Armani tux and full black snowsuit along with some jewelry that one of my brand deals has sent. “These are perfect, he is going to look so hot,” I say finishing up and choosing a few more accessories from the table. I grab several rings, necklaces and a few different bags. “So things are getting serious between you and this new guy?” Lala asks and I put on my sweetest lovesick smile, “Oh yeah, he’s great. The perfect guy for me. Nothing like the egomaniac actors I usually date. He’s so real.” I answer, fighting the internal ripple of shame that overwhelms me. Folio and I have been texting back and forth since our paparazzi fiasco and he really is a nice guy. I’m a massive asshole for using him like this but it’s just a week and then I can say something about how it was a mutual decision because both of our careers are so hectic. 

Just then my phone pings with a new message 

Nicky F 🏍️❤️‍🔥: TMZ is blowing up my phone about those pics, what should I say?

Seraphina 👑: you can tell them no comment. Or ignore it, it’s up to you! I’m sorry they’re bothering you, I figured they would just bombard me. 

Nicky F 🏍️❤️‍🔥: No worries sweetheart, you can’t control the crazies that follow you around. 

Damn, I fucking suck. I should just be honest with him. It’ll definitely make it easier if he’s in on my plan. 

Well, I’ll explain it all on the plane when we leave in a couple of days and if he decides just to turn around and go back home I will totally understand. It’ll totally ruin my plan and I’ll look even more of a loser but I can’t just keep lying to him about everything. 

I don’t have any plans for the rest of the day so I decide to head home and rot on my couch. While I’m rewatching Gossip Girl for the millionth time on my couch I get a surprising call from a certain motorcycle-driving drummer. I answer it and am surprised by the smile that spreads across my face at the idea of talking to him. 

Hey Folio! 

Hey sweetheart are you busy? 

Um no, just watching TV what’s up?

Are you up for a ride up the coast to watch the sunset? I know a place.

That sounds great! I can be ready in 20. I’ll text you my address. 

Okay, I’ll head over soon. 

Okay! Bye!

Alright, looking forward to it sweetheart. 

Thirty minutes later I hear the hum of a motorcycle from outside and get a text from Folio that he just pulled up. I run out of my front door wearing my black levis with a plain white tee under my cropped black hoodie. “Hey!” I call out over the sound of the motor. “Hey!” he responds quickly hopping off the bike to wrap his arms around me in a quick hug. “You ready to get out of here?” he asks and I nod enthusiastically “Yes, I’m excited!” 

He climbs back over and I throw my leg over the side behind him and wrap my arms around his waist as he starts up the bike again. “Hold on tight sweetheart” he drawls out as he turns out of the driveway and down the road. 

“I’m taking you to a spot near Malibu that’s beautiful at sunset,” he says over the sound of the roaring motor. 

It takes over an hour to get to the beach, the sun is low but there are still maybe 10 minutes left before it’s fully set. We park and Folio grabs a blanket from a storage trunk on the side of his bike. We walk hand-in-hand to a spot with little foot traffic. He unfolds it, it’s thick, hand-woven, and dark red. It’s large and looks big enough for us to both sit comfortably off of the sand. He spreads it out on the ground so we can sit and watch the sun take its last moments before dipping below the horizon. 

“So, Phi, can I call you Phi?” he asks softly as his gaze slides from the sunset to me. I nod softly as he continues, the orange light of the sun covering him in a warm glow. “so Phi, I want to help you with this whole festival thing, but can you give me some information about what I might expect? Will the paparazzi be around every corner? Or is that only when you give them a heads up where you’ll be?”  

I try and fail to hide the embarrassment and shock that’s written all over my face. “What- what do you mean? Heads up? What do you even mean?- I” his unamused face is all it takes for me to drop the act. I had said to myself I wanted to be honest with him but I guess I didn’t anticipate getting caught. “I’m sorry,” I say with a sigh, “how did you know?”

He laughs softly and tosses a rock he found on the other side of the blanket towards the crashing waves. “I had a hunch, and a photographer friend of mine may have given me a heads up.” He arches a brow at me, waiting for my reply.

“I was going to tell you, I swear. I know that doesn’t mean anything now but-“ I look up as the sun finally disappears, leaving the sky a beautiful orange and pink. “I didn’t want to keep lying to you. I know we’re practically strangers and for some reason, you’ve agreed to help me with this absurd plan, but from now on I promise I will keep you informed on all of the things I can control” I turn to face him, prepared for him to either tell me the plan is off or by some miracle bless me with forgiveness. 

“You know, we could’ve given them way more of a show if I had known” he laughs and the tension I was holding between my shoulders drops. “I don’t really understand your world or how it works but if you teach me I’m happy to play along,” he says and it feels so sincere, I almost wish this was real, but he’s right, he’s just playing along. 

“I think I’ve just let this whole situation get to me too much, I mean look at me, asking some stranger to pretend to be my boyfriend because I’m too--well, it doesn’t matter. I just, all I’ve ever wanted was to act and my parents did everything to help me get to this point. I can’t help but think of how ashamed my dad would be to see me now” 

Folio bumps lightly into my shoulder before throwing his arm around me and pulling me closer into his side. “Strangers? I don’t think so, but there’s definitely more I want to learn about you Phi. I don’t think he’d be ashamed at all.”  He says as he rests his head on the top of mine while we watch the final colors of the day disappear and the darkness of night blanket the sky. “What are you doing tomorrow?” 

“Just final packing for the trip, didn’t have much of anything planned,” I answer. 

He takes a moment to think before he speaks again, “What if instead of flying to Colorado we rent a car and drive to Colorado together? It’s only a 14-hour drive. It will give us time to get to know each other better and since it’s a rental we can just fly home at the end of the week. What do you think?” He asks gaze still fixed on the horizon. 

Humming in thought I consider his proposition. “You want to road trip to Colorado? I guess I could get a last-minute rental, we’d need to leave tomorrow though, you can be prepared for that?”

He huffs out a laugh, “Yeah, I can pack pretty fast.” I laugh as well at the absurdity of the way this is all turning out. But it sounds like it will be a fun adventure. We spend a bit longer on the beach making idle conversation. I was able to work out a rather quick rental agreement thanks to my brand deal with Hertz and I sent a quick text to my assistant that I would be traveling up a day early. She and my glam team are going to meet us at the resort. “Well, your spontaneity has worked out in our favor. I have the car teed up to be sent to my house at 7 am. I can pick you up after and we can head out.” He excitedly agrees to the plans and even offers to just meet at my house, as long as he can park his bike there while we are gone. 

After Folio drops me off later that evening I rush around to pack a quick bag. Jules, my assistant, has already arranged for my clothes to be sent to my hotel room at the festival so I just need to pack a few essentials into my suitcase, my daily makeup and toiletries along with my loungewear and casual clothes. It’s already late and I’m exhausted by the time my head hits the pillow so sleep overtakes me quickly.

I’m awoken by the sound of my alarm going off at 6:30 am and I find myself feeling excited about the prospects of the day despite the early hour, especially after getting way less sleep than usual. No worries though, nothing a little coffee can’t fix. I throw on a comfortable outfit for a long car ride and begin making my first coffee of the day. Around 6:50 am I received the text that the car was here so I run out to accept the key and sign the final paperwork. 

“Oh shit! You’re Seraphina Holloway! I’m a huge fan, your show on MTV was amazing! I can’t believe they canceled it!” the guy who dropped off the car said with a huge smile spread across his face. “Haha thank you! I loved being on that show it was such a fun time! I’m glad you liked it!” I reply. He leaves with a giddy smile and waves excitedly as he pulls away in the car that followed him in with the rental. I ended up with a black 2024 Chevy Tahoe and it looks so cool. 

I am bringing out my bag to load into the trunk when I hear the rumble of Folio’s bike coming up the road as he turns the corner up my driveway I can’t help the goofy smile I give him, I almost feel self-conscious about how happy I am to see him until he whips his helmet off and is wearing a matching smile of his own. “Mornin’ Phi, how are ya feeling?” he asks while hanging his helmet off of the handles of his bike. He walks over to wraps his arms around me in a big hug. “Hey Nicky, I’m feeling great! I’m excited about the road trip. How are you?”

He sides my bag onto his shoulder and gestures for me to unlock the trunk. “I’m feeling great sweetheart. I’m excited as well! I hope you’re prepared for a killer playlist.” 

“Oh you’re on! We will see who’s musical prowess puts who on top.” I jokingly tease. He laughs and puts the rest of his things in the car along with my bag. 

I invite him inside while I finish locking up, I offer Folio a coffee and he accepts thankfully. “Oh my god yes please, my roommates drank the last of the creamer and I cannot drink black coffee.” I laugh as I make us two fresh vanilla iced lattes for the road.

Heading towards the car I offer to drive the first leg. Nicky tried to offer to drive the whole thing but I can’t allow that. Plus splitting it up will help it go by faster. 

“Alright! Let’s hit the road, Nicky! Next stop Colorado baby!!!” I pump my fists in celebration and before I can feel the embarrassment of the action take over he’s pumping his fists as well “WooHoo! Hell yeah! Lets gooo!” he calls out and I can’t help the joyus laugh that takes over as we back out and talk off down the road. My phone is connected to the carplay so I have control over the first music rotation. “Alright, this is my time to shine. For your consideration.” I say before hitting shuffle on my road trip playlist.

It starts off with playing Panama by Van Halen. “oh shit! Starting it off strong with Van Halen. You are more than meets the eye Hollywood.” 

I laugh with my whole body, “Not what you expected huh? My dad used to quiz me on car rides, I was raised on classic rock.” 

jump back, what's that sound ? 

Here she comes, full blast and top down. 

Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue. 

Model citizen zero discipline 

Don't you know she's coming home with me? 

You'l lose her in the turn. 

I'll get her!

“Panama, Panama Panama, Panama Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine. Got the feel for the wheel, keep the moving parts clean.” we sing along together. 

When the song finishes and “Go Your Own Way” starts next. “So I found this list of questions to get to know each other better on the road,” Folio says. “So, starting off easy, what are your three favorite movies?” 

“Oh crap, oh my god? Easy?? Okay….three favorite movies are Pride and Prejudice from 2005, Pacific Rim but NOT the sequel and oh god, um I’ll say Secret World of Arrietty, which is a Studio Ghibli. What about you?” I ask.

“Okay I love Pacific Rim so I trust you and will be watching the other that you mentioned. I like Star Wars Empire Strikes Back, Kill Bill, and the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.” 

“I love horror movies! And omg okay nerd of course you would say the name of the episode instead of just Star Wars.” I joke and he laughs. “alright alright, it’s an important distinction. Real fans know what’s up. Okay, next question, what is your favorite photo?”

I think for a moment about all the pictures I’ve ever taken and am hit with a beautiful memory, “there was a summer my family took a vacation to the Florida coast and my cousins and I started a sand castle competition. I built a huge three-story sand mansion. My dad helped me get the towers just right. My mom took a picture of us right as a tower fell,” I laugh softly, “my dad and I are laughing hysterically as it falls, I didn’t even care about winning I was just having fun with my dad.” 

I turn my eyes off the road for a quick moment to look over at Nicky and he’s smiling thoughtfully. “That’s beautiful Phi, sounds like it was a great trip.”

“Oh god no, our hotel was infested with fleas, and my dad’s credit card got stolen on the second day, but those hours on the beach made it all worth it. Okay your turn, favorite picture.” 

Folio opens his phone and scrolls through rows of photos until he finally lands on one, “this one is for sure on of my favorites.” I look quickly and it’s a photo of him and the other guys from his band all grouped together with huge grins on their faces, almost like they’re laughing. “It was after the first concert of our first tour, I was the happiest I had ever been and when I knew that I’d do anything to make this dream come true with those guys.”

“That’s amazing Nicky, and you guys did it! That’s amazing.” 

We continue our game of a million questions for a few more hours of the drive while listening to music in the background. One question leads to more conversations and I feel like I’ve talked more genuinely about myself than I have in years. It’s so refreshing. At the halfway point we pull off in a small diner and eat a quick early dinner before Folio takes over for his leg of the drive. 

The great music and conversation make the last hours of the trip fly by, before I know it we are passing the Colorado state line in the late evening and finally pull into the resort’s long drive way at nearly 3 am for our check-in. I take a deep breath, “okay, are you ready fake boyfriend?” I ask him and he gives a mock salute, “oh I’m ready girlfriend, it’s gonna be a good time.”

next chapter ->

[invisibleraven]

"Your smile is beautiful. I want to see it more often..." + Rulie?

Reggie sighed as he wiped his hand over his face wondering yet again why he decided to take up photography. There were only so many flocks of geese and sunsets to capture on film right?

He was kind of stuck on his final project which had the topic Everyday Beauty-the subject matter was up to im but time was running out, and he honestly wasn't sure what he could shoot.

"Why don't you just take photos of us?" Bobby joked. "We're hot shit!"

"That is actually not the worst idea," Reggie mused. "Taking pictures of the parts of us that we don't see as beautiful, but show inner beauty!"

"Okay, I was joking but that sounds amazing Reg," Bobby said, clapping him on the back.

Reggie took up his camera, and planned each shot, asking each of his friends to pose for him, showing off the parts of themselves they felt the most insecure about. They parts they had been mocked for, or felt ashamed of. No holds barred, but Reggie would let them choose what they did.

A shot of Luke, shirtless, proudly showing off his top surgery scars.

A close up of Alex's hands, covered in callouses and holding a bottle of Ativan.

Bobby hugging Celia, the flag to the Philippines held between them.

Willie sitting on his skateboard, clutching his cracked helmet in one hand, and the key to his childhood home on the other.

Flynn with her hair in it's natural state-no braids, no weave, but a brilliant smile on her face.

Carrie standing by herself, a blurred crowd all around her, face frozen in a silent scream.

Reggie even took a picture of himself; capturing the rosacea on his cheeks, the freckles on his nose, and the crooked grin that had been the source of shame for so long.

He only hit a wall with Julie.

"It's stupid," she muttered. "I know it's a stupid thing to be insecure about."

"What is it?" Reggie asked.

"My smile," she said. "Kids always made fun of the gap, about how it made me lisp when I was younger, always whistling at me."

"Is that why you never smile for us?" Reggie asked quietly.

Julie nodded. "And I know you guys wouldn't make fun of me, but it's so hard to make those voices go away, to believe anything but the negative."

"I get it," he replied. "I suffered through years of braces and a retainer and I hated smiling with either one. But you know what I did?" Julie shook her head at him. "I smiled more. If I made it seem like they couldn't bother me, they stopped trying."

Julie giggled at that, releasing her smile, and Reggie held a hand to his heart.

"Your smile is beautiful. I want to see it more often..."

"Stop!" Julie protested, but now she seemed unable to stop smiling, bright and beaming.

"Can I please take a picture?' Reggie asked. "Maybe if you see yourself the way I do you'll finally realize how beautiful you really are."

"That's the point of your project isn't it?" Julie asked.

"Pretty much."

"Okay then," Julie agreed, letting Reggie pose her against a flowy curtain, leaning towards him and unleashed her smile once more.

Reggie took a moment to take her in, and was sure his hands were shaking as he lifted the camera. Taking picture after picture, capturing Julie as she smiled and laughed, and finally pulled him in for a picture of the two of them, faces squished together, their smiles filling the frame.

Reggie didn't submit that one, instead printing it off and it lived on his nightstand, and it was that pose that they recreated on their first date after he aced his project, after they got engaged a few years later, and again at their wedding.

And Julie's smile was big and bright in every single one. Just as beautiful as always, just like her.

[taehyungfirst]

i know we are tried of debating about this subject and the fandom in general just wants to move on from that and pretend that era never existed (yes, the “ta3nnie” era) but i’m still giving the whole situation a lot of circles because it doesn’t make sense. it never did.

recently there have been a lot of idols having relationships confirmed by dispatch. karina, sohee, eilee, a korean actress and most recently jihyo from twice has been allegedly dating this korean athlete for a year and dispatch just decided to say it now - the company responded by not denying but not confirming either - “it’s their personal life so we can’t say” and fair.

the thing is that tae/jn were never outed in the typical way a couple from the k industry is. dispatch never published pictures of them or claimed it was true. not even by her record. dispatch has outed her previews relationships by showing pictures and indicating a time line of events. but for them, it was always leaked content from random people (the car photo) a photo that was so pixelated that you couldn’t made up it was them. and then, leaked pics from her alleged phone that the company never took care of. and might you, all of the leaked content that was apparently personal was never hd just a bunch of blurred pictures with most of their faces covered. And I’m not going down that rabbit whole since i’ve convinced myself that most of those weren’t edits. but i just think it’s strange not even a video came out from a supposedly phone leak. those leaks also felt very controlled to me. like they were releasing photos but never giving too much to still keep the speculations and ambiguity going around. do i think some of those leaks were planted by her team? yes. absolutely.

and yes, we can say dispatch never involved itself with that because they don’t mess with hybe/bts. that’s an speculation going on. but i just think it’s funny how dispatch would go out of their way to deny situations such as when people started saying they came back together from cannes and left in the same car. not only did dispatch shut that down but tae did a whole live in the car to prove the fact he was alone.

after a few months of quiet, the famous paris walk came out and everything about it screamed staged. they’ve been dating for how long and this is the first time a video like that comes out - in every single video you can tell that they are aware the cameras are there and it seems like they’re performing for them. that devil manager knew it and so did her team. a video that also came from a random twitter user and no one else. tae was giving autographs away, the managers were allowing proximity and that’s not a tae behavior especially since it was supposedly a a romantic “date”. do i think that was staged to distract from the bad press jn was receiving during that era for her involvement in that show and the lazy allegations? yes.

and you would think that after that video and their active participation in it, there’s not going back and they wanted to be seen to launch the relationship but nothing. none of the companies spoke and not even dispatch. and after that bruno concert they attended where they weren’t even close and half the industry attempted (including her two ex bfs) - nothing.

don’t even get me started with her posting the exact same outfit of that video 2 months later to ignite the fire (that happened to be during a time yg was in shambles dealing with their renewal, that other member dating an european billionaire and stocks falling) so i don’t think that was a coincidence and all of that did was make her fandom send hate to tae because apparently “she was the only one brave enough to admit the dating rumors while he’s acting like a coward” and bla bla. like, what was she trying to prove with the post? that wasn’t an innocent post as her fandom claims it was.

even after that, nothing about them ever again, until the break up article that came from jtbc (not dispatch) but jtbc has done accurate reports before so i don’t doubt it and again no one spoke about it despite every single media outlet reporting on it and a lot of those shippers were sensing a “break up” ever since september so. i do believe that they allowed a report like that happen to draw a line, even if they never confirmed the relationship, having headlines about the break up allows them freedom from reports and they can move on with their lives both personally and media wise.

but i’m still trying to understand the whole reason behind it because - what was there to lose in confirming? specially because tae has been vocal about people invading his privacy and shutting down rumors before. i think the speculation provoked more hate in the long run and continued the persecution and invasion of privacy. but i suppose we’ll never know…

side note but if ta3nnie shippers swore for those leaks - then those leaks would also confirm that she dated g-dr4gon considering pictures of his hands were found on her alleged phone leak but according to them - it was never real. so, they pick and chose what dating rumor it’s true depending on the person.

Hi! Great timeline 😭

I wanna immediately reply to the “what was there to lose confirming?” and say that the companies didn’t confirm to keep the rumor alive, to give a scapegoat (the video, the leaks, the blurry pictures) when shit was happening to her and to her company. Taehyung treasures his privacy and always set his boundaries, if he was in any way related to that girl he would’ve shut down the invasion of privacy in 3 seconds —something that a lot of people seems to forget, he’s the same person who quoted “ugh” and sued sojang bc of their videos.

The timeline of the events happening is good, but we also need to give context to each event. Everything happened when YG/Hybe needed distractions: starting from Garan from lsfm and her bullying scandal, bp new comeback, bp actual comeback, bp renewal news, yg stocks dropping, Jn’s horrible hbo series, the bad press from that, enlistment news, L!sa’s allegedly not renewing with yg, stocks dropping because of that, L/sa’s bf (Jn posting those pictures made the article abt that DISAPPEAR), bad press, bad press, Hybe and Yg working together. Now, knowing all of this you can place each event in the middle of them.

People who choose to believe Gurumi’s “leaks” are the weakest breed. The same Gurumi who said J/soo was in the telegram groupchat and she was jealous of the whole thing. There’s a reason if when they started suing, the only photos that disappeared were pictures where Tae was in it, and not those edits.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

do you think that those who are in denial about the tae’s situation is actually kinda /disappointed/ with taehyung? i mean bcs we can see that tae is someone who REALLY values his privacy and if its true about him dating her i think its kinda weird that he would freely went out with her in public, knowing & ALLOWING the paparazzi taking photos of them freely :// i get it that if they want to go public, but i think a simple statement could just be made & whatever mess that is happening rn in the fandom could be stopped.

and i admit that jn is hot & pretty, but tbh she doesnt looks like tae’s type lol i always picture him dating a woman who is more elegant/classy/chic and i think the situation will be different if he dates someone else (bcs these two fandoms are always at each other throats lols)

however, i know that we owe both of them nothing & should be respectful of their private life. and tbvh i dislike how ppl always trying to relate & connect whatever things that both of them do in their life to each other just bcs they are in a r/s, both of them are their own person first and foremost i feel like now ppl will only discredit their own hardwork bcs of their relationship ://

sorry for the long rant tho hope you have a nice day!

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer this. I've been in a weird place this past week. Everything's been a blur.

Anyway! Thank you for being patient 🙏🏻

Firstly, I'm not gonna speak for majority of people bc everyone is different, not everyone is sad or mad or happy. That being said, I would hope people aren't disappointed in him, although some might be, I can't say bc I don't know 🤷🏻‍♀️ everything i say here is solely my opinion and in no way an attempt to lump anyone into a group.

And speaking of, in my opinion, neither of them has done anything wrong and there's no reason to be disappointed in Tae himself as if he's done something he shouldn't have. But that's me! I can't stop people from feeling what they feel.

Who knows, maybe he doesn't gaf anymore, y'know? Idols are constantly being stalked and ruined by paparazzi, it's sick and inevitable. Maybe they just wanted it to be on their terms? I'm sure they knew they'd be on camera, but I'm not them so I don't know that either. All I can say is if they did know and wanted it on their terms so they said "fuck it" then I say SLAY. It's about time idols feel like they have some say in their own lives even if all hell breaks loose bc of it.

I don't think a statement would have been much different tbh. People will be angry if they want to be angry, people will be happy if they want to be happy, and people will be hurt if they are hurt. A statement might have made it more clear instantly, but I think it's pretty clear already imo. And I think people still would choose to wonder if it's say, a promotion scheme thing, like they have already. People like to make conspiracies if they don't like the truth about something.

Fandoms are constantly a mess for one reason or another honestly 😭 idc we can all fight it out as long as tae is happy and the army's that are genuinely hurting are not attacked just bc it would be easy to point fingers at them. I'll stick up for our artists and I'll stick up for the army's and blinks that are hurting 🤙🏻💕

Jennie is so much more than hot and pretty, though. I've been a blink for almost as long as I've been an army. I found bts in 2017 and blackpink just a few months later. Yes, they are beautiful and talented. But they are also sweet, and kind, and so funny. Jennie has gotten so much shit that she never deserved. It's easy to hate people when we don't know them and when we're behind a screen. I personally love her, I don't know her in real life, but from what I've seen of her, she is so loving and kind and funny and protective and just all around an amazing human being. It doesn't matter what I think, but in my opinion it makes sense for those two. They're both amazing souls that are full of goodness. And if that ever changes or is proven different for either of them, then I guess I was wrong. But that's how I feel rn.

As for the ideal type thing. I've got a few things to say about that.

First of all, we don't know them. Their ideal types could be the exact opposite of what we think or imagined. There's never a way to know.

When they say stuff about their ideal types, its usually when they're newer in the industry and younger. And they are more than likely feeling pressured about answering so they either pick general things, or what they think then, and it probably changed lol. I doubt anyone's ideal type stays the exact same forever.

Besides. What if his ideal type was the opposite of Jennie, and then he met her and fell for her anyway bc he's not shallow? Seems like that happens a lot to people that aren't immature.

You might not have meant any harm with that comment, but I think you should think about it some more. It's offensive to Jennie to say she's hot and pretty and end it there, like that's all she has to offer, and also offensive to Tae to say it's weird he ended up with her bc armys imagined it differently and to think he'd pick someone solely based on their looks. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, he likes her and that's that.

And let's be honest. Asking a teenage boy what he likes in a gf/bf is stupid. Firstly, it doesn't fucking matter and who knows why tf they do it. But also, teenage boys are most likely gonna be shallow. They are gonna focus solely on looks, especially in a society that normalizes that.

And then they'll be labeled with that even as they grow and begin to mature in their thoughts and words and as they realize it's not okay to label people as needing to be a certain height or weight or to shove them in a box to fit their "type".

It doesn't matter if it was someone else, like I said people will be mad if they want. Its an excuse to hate on someone who they have already chosen to hate without good reason.

Fan wars are stupid. I'm just gonna say it. They're stupid and immature and literally pointless. It has been such a ridiculous journey being both an army and a blink. It's honestly disappointing that fans feel like they can validate the war between BTS and Blackpink. There is no war between them and never was lol. Just the fans that can't grow up. Like damn. Hasn't anyone learned? Can't we love our boys and girls by showing them love in ways that aren't solely on votes and views? Fans start attacking their own for not streaming. Ridiculous.

Nonnie, I hope that you don't think I've attacked you personally in any way in my answer. I know it might not be how you think or perhaps something was worded in a way that you did not mean. I think the word 'disappointed' triggered something in me and brought me back to years ago when Jungkookie apologized to army for the dating accusations and said he wouldn't disappoint us. That still fucking hurts me so badly to think he'd give up on something just to keep fans happy. As if they won't someday grow up and marry and leave him wondering his own worth in the end. It kills me inside when they feel like them being human is a disappointment.

Tae could never disappoint me unless he did something unforgivable, and that certainly wouldn't be dating someone.

I hope that no one feels like that about him, but they will feel what they want and I can't stop that. I also hope people won't be judging their accomplishments bc of their relationship.

You don't have to apologize for sending long asks guys, I don't mind at all and there's nothing to be sorry for!

Love you nonnie, and again I hope I didn't hurt you with my answer. It is to a lot of people, not just you 💚

ILY 💜

-chip

[scribblesandink]

Dionysus sighed, running his fingers through his hair

"Look, we didn't fuck. I swear it in the Styx"

"There was a picture of you kissing" She sobbed

"Again, swearing in the Styx it didn't happen. He spent the entire time utterly miserable, Audrey. He didn't want to be there, he wanted to be here with you. And I'm not trying to make you feel guilty, I'm trying to explain that whatever happened was a misunderstanding"

Her father pulled out his phone and silently showed him the pictures, still glaring. Dionysus took the phone, looking even more confused

"..... What...? Shit.... Hang on"

He grabbed his own phone and scrolled through his pictures. Eventually, he stopped on nearly the exact ones from his memories

"Ok. You're right. They were real. But they were from 15 years ago, Audrey"

She looked up, eyes bloodshot

".... What? "

"When we were still together, we went to a bar with Ari and Artemis. It was one of the first CTT shows, and we were all drinking. Ari took some pictures of us together and sent them to me. I never deleted them"

He handed her his phone and showed her the photos, even more than were on the post, and then pointed out the dates

"The background is blurred, but it's the same picture. Anyone who got into my Cloud could have gotten them"

Audrey realized just how badly she had screwed up

Do you think covid existed in the Season? Do you think that for 2020-2021 Zeus couldn't host two Seasons. He had to wait until 2022 when restrictions finally lifted?

I'm gonna assume that covid didn't exist for my own sanity

[jojobellelondon]

Losing my sister.

Where do I even begin? It has been seven weeks since my sister Esther died. It was just over a year ago when she found out she had bowel cancer. Since her shock diagnosis, it has been an emotionally intense year of watching and supporting her through the brutal demands of battling stage 4 cancer. I’ll never forget the night when she rang to tell me her news; it’s impact so visceral it changed how I looked at life and my relationship with her. I couldn’t help but think this kind of news can change the course of a families life and it was at that point I resolved to treasure and make the most of whatever time I was gifted with her. 

As I pen these words I weep; the grief is raw and deep and the recent memories painful. However, I want to write, I need to write. I have had essays cooped up inside of me all year, pushed down deep, mindful of not wanting to insert myself into a story not my own. For in many ways it was her story, her journey, her battle. I was just her sister; a close friend. I journeyed alongside, listening and encouraging her when the path of suffering was hard and scary, but it was not happening to me personally. What was and is personal to me is how I felt and feel as a woman, who has been in a supporting role and who has now lost her sister and friend.

Even now, I struggle to wrap my head around the fact that she is no longer here… no longer on planet earth. She, who had been an integral part of my life for 40 years is no longer a phone call away. Everyday my phone shows me photo memories, and her face is present in so many. We shared so much life together and it hurts to think of life moving forward without her in the memories to come. It would usually be right about now that we would be planning for family Christmas gatherings. A sister date would be in order and we would be discussing family dynamics, menu ideas, gifts and all the complexities of this time of year. This Christmas is hard. The usual glow and wonder is dimmed. All of life at the moment feels like it’s lost its colour, blurred and muted through a tear filled lens.  

Everything about this experience has challenged and changed my thinking. The things I took for granted, the unspoken, subconscious thoughts I imagined about the future. The things I worried about and gave so much of my emotional energy and time to. The things I thought about God, about his purposes and his promises; how I read and understood the bible. Esther was a woman of Christian faith, and she had a special and particular journey of going deeper with God. I too am a woman of faith, and I too have been on a journey, wrestling long and hard with the confronting reality that we live in a temporary and broken world full of suffering and hardship. Yet we have a loving God who cares for us deeply, whose plans and ways are good, merciful and kind, and who can be trusted for our future. 

I take great comfort in the fact that Esther is now in the loving arms of Jesus. Eternal life with God; completely healed and free from suffering and pain. My brother said to me, “Our saddest day, was her greatest day.” I believe that to be true. It says in Psalm 139, “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made, your works are wonderful I know that full well… all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts God. How vast the sum of them. ” 

Her story in this life is over. God knew exactly how long her life story would be. He was the author and he was lovingly in control. Her death was not a surprise to him. While I don’t understand fully his ways, I trust God completely, for his ways and thoughts are higher than my own. While I mourn her passing, and hate how painful this is, my story is not yet over, and so I want to continue sharing the things that God has been teaching me throughout this past year, and the things he is yet to teach me as I continue to do life here and now.

[ivanshogun]

A Friend's Trust Part (1/3)

“Yo dud, uhm.... you free today? Can we meet up.. I just need something :v”

My phone rang, seeing the message kinda surprised me. It's from a friend of mine, although we don't really talk that much, she's still the kind of friend that would talk to me on hours on end. I just can't ignore her or she might actually commit suicide, she's a sad and depressed girl. She's always been complaining about life, her lovelife specifically, she's getting ignored by her boyfriend. Well I'm just a friend to comfort her.

“Hmm I'm free so why not. Anyway what do you need? Your message is kinda sus”  I replied

“Lmao amogus, don't worry I just need something, I'm gonna tell you about It after meeting up”  I sighed as I read, I'll just go I guess.

She sent a picture, a picture of her and an emoji to block her face off,sitting on a Park bench, the place is quite familiar place, a park I once visited when I was a child. She sent Another message;

“I'll be waiting even if it'd take hours. Just be sure to go here :>” another photo were sent, this time a photo of her with nothing to block her face except that it's blurry, she's still at the same place. I don't to make her wait so I immediately took a bath. I'm nervous, I've never met any friend that I met online, I'm usually aloof and doesn't socialize that much irl. It took me roughly one hour to arrive at the place, surely she's still waiting. Walking around, I don't know if I'd find her, maybe its just a prank. “Hey!! ████!!” a girl waved her hand over the distance, wait is that really her? She's way more beautiful than the photos, well her photos were always blurred. Walking towards me, I can see her smile, she's quite cheerful than I expected. With her short skirt and a casual tops, it fits with her Petite body, oh hell what am I saying. “Shall we get going then?” she clinged to my arm, like we were someone close to each other, not to mention she already have a bf. “Hey hey, where are we going?” I asked. “Just go with me okay” she smiled while she holds my hand, her soft hand made me comfortable and I just followed her. We ended up on a Fast food chain, ordering food without my consent, well she's the one who paid. Is this some kind of date. She forced me to eat with her and not letting me leave. “So Shane what do you really need?” I asked as I sip down on a smoothie. She started to sob before she speaks, “My boyfriend dumped me” she cries as slams her cup on the table. So basically she just needed comfort, then why did I even had to meet up with her?

“After all those years, 8 fucking years of relationship and he would just end it all. I did everything I can, gave him gifts yet he didn't even gave me the love that I wanted, not even a single kiss or hug from him. He ignored me for 9 fucking months and he'd just show up and say that we're breaking up? Goddamnit, I thought he's going to be the one for me but I was wrong.” she cried out Loud, the other customers looked at us, they might misunderstood it that I made her cry. Pulling out my handkerchief to wipe her tears, I started to hug her, it's the best thing I could do as a friend. “Hey don't cry now, it's alright, you'll find another guy that'd suit your needs, that'll equally love you as much as you do.” I pat her head as she slowly  calmed down, ah fuck now my shirt is wet from her tears and snot. “Thank you,████” she sniffed for the last time. “Is your home nearby? I'm gonna take you home now” I said. “Yeah, it's near here” she said as she rubbed her eyes and held my hand. Walking down the street, she just won't let go of my hand. I bet she's really sad about everything. Dropping by at her house, I decided to leave. “Thank you for today, and please don't do anything to harm yourself, Shane” I said as I open the door. “Im gonna go home too, it's getting late” I added but before I could even exit the door, she hugged me from behind and stopped me. “Can you stay here for a little while” she said as she slowly starts to cry. “Okay, Alright. If that'd be good for you” I said as I pat her head. I closed the door as the sun slowly sets, it's just little while to comfort a friend of mine.

[britswriting]

Unlocked H.S

Masterlist

Read on Wattpad here

Idea from: Fanjoy unlocks sam and colby’s phone

Summery: Harry plays an interview game where he shows what’s inside his personal phone

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!reader 

MC: harry styles 

Request: no

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"Hello, I'm Harry Styles and I am here to Unlock my phone!" Harry introduced the video, gripping his personal iPhone tightly in his hand.

"This is my personal phone. I have a work and a personal one, and I was told that the person would be more interesting" he chuckled.

"Question One, Passcode?" They asked and he smirked.

"Can't say, my sister will watch this" Harry informed, a gleam in his eye from knowing his family very well.

"Two, your lockscreen" 

"Erm" he let out a breathy laugh "it's uh.. m'girlfriends dog" he showed the puppy, the time stamp reading 2:19pm, Tuesday, May 17th.

His lock screen showed 5 new messages, a missed call and a blurred out email.

"Your home screen?" They asked and he unlocked his phone, turning it around.

"It's a photo of m'girlfriend and I holding hands over a table" he blushed, the photo making him smile.

His girlfriend's nails were painted a pretty purple design, his own in a colorful pastel polish on each nail.

"Last text you sent?"

Harry opened up his message app, spotting the recent text convo, smiling at the reply he was just now seeing.

"S'to m'girlfriend. Says "about to film, call you when I'm done. Love you" Which I sent right before filming this" he gave the camera a cheeky grin, hearing a few of the PA's laugh.

"Last text received?" The producer asked, going through the array of questions this segment had.

"Was from my mum. Reading "Gemma tried to give the cat a bath, it didn't go very well" with an image attached of my mum's cat, and my sister from about 5 minutes ago" he laughed, showing his phone that had the image and text on it.

"Last image you sent?" 

"Um………. Was my outfit for an upcoming event. Sent it to my girlfriend about…. Two hours ago? Wanted her approval" his cheeks reddened, his face flushing a little.

"I'd show you… but I can't" he let out a breathy laugh, glancing down at the fitting image his team had sent him. "My team wouldn't um.. be very happy with me" 

"Last photo you received?" The producer asked and Harry grinned.

"Besides the one my mum just sent? It's a photo from my sister of my mum this morning” Harry laughed, clearly amused by the image.

He showed the photo, and it was Anne in her bathrobe in the kitchen, a breakfast mess surrounding her. Something spilled down the front of her.

“Recently deleted photo?” the producer asked and Harry gave them a weird look.

“Where do I find that?” he asked and a few people laughed.

A PA walked over and showed him how to find it before walking back behind the camera.

“Recently deleted photo?” the producer repeated, probably to make an easy editing transition.

“It’s a photo my girlfriend took of a bruise on my back. I got it from filming, and I asked how bad it was, so she took a photo” Harry explained, showing the image that they had retrieved.

“I feel like this isn’t that interesting. I’m not often on my phone” He murmured to mainly himself, feeling weird about showing this stuff to a camera.

“Last vemo you sent?” The producer asked, almost done with all the questions.

“Erm… It was to m’girlfriend. It was 23 pounds for losing a bet” He chuckled.

“What bet did you lose?” Someone asked and Harry smirked.

“The title reads “I love you” I think it had to do with some household chore. I don’t remember. The date reads March 27th” he laughed, unsure why he sent his girlfriend such a weird amount of money.

“Let me look….. Ah! Okay, she sent me 75 pounds. I believe this had to do with our car karaoke bet” He chuckled and he noticed a few people gave him some weird looks.

“Car karaoke?”

“Yeah! You win the bet you get the Aux, you lose the bet you pay up. It’s this whole thing because we argue over music” he laughed.

He saw their confused glances, so he explained further.

“We don’t like each other's music taste, so whoever was in the passenger seat got the AUX, but if you really wanted to win, you could pay. Or like, let’s say I don’t mind her having the AUX but I don’t like the song she chose, I could Vemo her a dollar, and she’d change it.” 

“Why is it with money?” A PA asked, not knowing if their conversation would make it into the video or not.

Harry laughed, locking his phone. “It was to keep money fair. The 75 was for the Aux and she paid for dinner. You know, when I started this weird game, I didn’t think I’d be exposing our relationship like this” He laughed.

He knew they were all still kind of confused about his Vemo game, but it worked for them, and it stopped the arguing so it was fun.

Plus, little did each other know that every pound sent back and forth was put right back into the other person. Whether it be date night ideas, who got the Aux or something as simple as a surprise gift or movie night.

“Well, I’m Harry Styles and that’s my phone Unlocked!” He grinned, extremely happy to be done with this weird game.

He honestly couldn’t have been happier that the images sent today were from his mum and sister, and not his girlfriend or friends.

God knows this interview could’ve looked very different…

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Written on: May 10th 2022

[anime-rambles]

"OMEGA STOP PART 1"

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, Angst, blood, SFW

Word Count: 2900+

A/N: Seeing how everyone is loving “Welcome Home Omega” I decided to do another omegaverse fic this time with lots of angst. Thank you so much for all the kind words, reblogs, likes and follows. Was thinking of making a Part 2 for this? What do you think?

Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her alpha’s after being away in Europe, thinking she would be able to re-join her alphas and be happy. Only to discover they move on without her.

Link to Part 2 = https://anime-rambles.tumblr.com/post/657712192264814592/omega-stop-part-2

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I collect my suitcase from baggage claim and make my way towards the arrivals gate. It has been an incredibly long 8 years since I’ve been back home in Japan. After graduating UA with all my friends, I decided I needed a new path, something exciting that didn’t include my alphas. Being away from my family and friends has been one of the most difficult things to go through and more importantly being away from my alphas. It was nice to be needed and not just because of my second gender.

After graduating UA, I joined Fatgum’s agency and from there I met Jackie one of fat’s previous partners on the drug squad. She needed a bright new hero that wanted to work outside of Japan and head off a special unit in charge of investigating quirk enhancing drugs. At first everyone was onboard and excited fir me but as time went on, it was becoming increasing hard to keep in contact with my busy alphas. So, one Christmas, two years into the job we all agreed to stop dating and put our relationship on hold, until I was finished with the special unit or until one of the alphas said enough, come home. I agreed happily, never thinking I would get the come home call, but here I am. I left Europe and returned home.

The doors of arrivals opened in front of me, I look around the barrier hoping to see either of my boys, Bakugou or Kirishima, but neither blonde nor red head could be seen. I walk the corner a small bit, thinking they might be hiding but nothing. I spot movement in the distant, a blur of pink rushing to my arms, knocking me off balance.

“YYYY/NNNN, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR HOME” Mina sobs into my ear. “Mina” I say back hugging her tightly. Out of everyone in UA Mina stayed in constant contact with my updating me on the group’s latest gossip and everyone hero’s ranking. “Come on, lets get you home” She speaks again, taking one of my bags and my hand in hers. I smile to her and gladly accept her hand. Mina is an omega like me, after UA her and Sero got together and currently have a beautiful house and a serval fluffy cats. Once we reach the car and start our journey. Mina tells me of everyone, what they are doing and what is planned for my coming home party tonight.

“Wait, slow down, where are you taking me first” I say, laughing at her excitement. With her hands on the car wheel. She says “Bakugou and Kirishima’s” I pause for a second. They must just be living together and not actually still together without, right? They wouldn’t betray me, would they? These thoughts are fully my head, maybe coming home wasn’t a good idea. I should have ignored the “come home” agreement. What if they just want to use me to have their kid and toss me aside.

“Y/N, please say something, you made me promise not to talk about the boys when were away and right now you’re kinda scaring me.” She presses.

“I’m… just thinking. So out with it tell me what has been going on, why are they living together.” I asked shifting in my seat to look at her and she drives down the straight road.

“Okay, so it started whe….”

Mina basically said what I thought she might after I left fully and didn’t come back like we agreed. Kirishima and Bakugou stopped for a while, they didn’t live together, socialise or anything but after Kirhisma was badly injured in a battle, they moved back in with each other and kept their relationship quiet, it’s been 6 years, that they been together while I have been alone.

“So that’s basically all of it y/n, I’m sorr…”

I cut her off, “Mina this is not for you to apologise for, you kept your promise to me and now I must face the music as they say in Europe.” We had arrived outside their house ages ago, but we ended up talking. I step out of the car and move to grab my bags. I look up to the house, it’s huge and white. Very modern and what’s looks to be very expensive. But what can you expect from the Number 1 and Number 5 heroes in Japan. Mina steps out and comes to my side of the car to hug me goodbye and to tell me the information for tonight. Just then the front door opens, Kirishima steps out with a huge grin on his face. He has changed a lot since I left. He is like a wall, thick with muscle and sporting a high red ponytail.

“There she is,” Kirishima says, holding out his arms as he makes his way down the path towards me. I drop my bags and run to him. I can be anger later, but right now I need this hug. “Here I am,” I say back to him, I took my face into his neck to breathe him in, he tries to do the same but it is unable as I have my marks and scent glands covered as Europe has different rules than us. I can sense the confusion and say I will explain later. Kirishima greats Mina and they discuss briefly about this evening's plans and Mina is off on her way, waving goodbye. With his arm around me, he guides me inside towards the kitchen. We each stand on opposite sides of the Island, not knowing what to say first.

“So, where’s Bakugou? I thought you would both be at the airport” I say frankly to him, showing my frustrations. “He had to work, but he should be back home soon,” Kirishima replies shuffling his feet. I stare at him, I want to voice my anger, I want him to know how much I hurt, I need to do this with Bakugou. “Okay” I reply looking at my bags, why did I come here, why did I think we could go back to normal. “He’ll probably be late like always though, why don’t show you to your room and you can get ready for this evening” He smiled at me, like he trying to form an olive branch between us. I nod and follow him out of the room and up the stairs. All around me are reminders, parties I could not attend, award shows I missed but right now I can’t dwell on that. My time in Europe was the best experience of my life and right now I want to go back. Kirishima leads me to a guest room and leaves me to get ready. I sigh, this is going to be difficult.

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Doing the finishing touches to my hair, I smooth my dress down as I look in the mirror. I’m wearing a tight-fitting black dress, that is off the shoulders. I rub my hands down my neck, wishing I could have had the surgery to remove my mark guards yesterday before I came home. Just to show them, that I kept my promise to them. I hear noises downstairs, Bakugou had arrived home ages ago but did not even come to say hello, just went straight to the shower. Although I know what Mina told me was true, I needed proof if I was to enter an argument with Bakugou. I walk a small bit from my room trying to stay quiet, I turn a corner and see a wall of photo frames, most are from UA and some are from Dates we three had together. The difference, I was no longer in the photos, I was cut out. You could see my arm or a sliver of my hair and maybe an eye. I felt rejection, my inner omega whined. Why would they do this to me? I ripped the frame from the walls and marched downstairs. My heels clicked on the floor beneath me. I rounded the corner and enter the kitchen not bothering to wait for their conversation to finished. I throw the frames onto the countertop and look up at both of them making eye contact. If I wasn’t so mad and hurt, I would be shocked at how mature and sexy they both are right now. Kirishima's hair is half up, half down being supported with braids and he is in a maroon shirt opened slightly. Whereas Bakugou wears a white shirt and supports an undercut. My alphas have matured, I suppose I have as well.

Kirishima looks at the frames and stays quiet. Bakugou does not dare to break eye contact with me.

“So, let me get this straight. I leave home, to become great in something that is bigger than me. I leave my alphas with an agreement, that we all would hit pause, and eventually I would come back or get a called from either of you to come home. I follow the rules, and it seems to me what I got in thanks was to be cut from your lives.” I raise my voice, guesting to the pile in front of me.

“tck…” Bakugou replies and looks at Kirishima.

“Don’t tck me Bakugou, it seems to me that I’m not even wanted here anymore, so why was I called home, let me guess you need an omega to have your child and then I’m to disappear,” I respond. “No that’s not why we called you back” Kirishima speaks up, slightly walking towards to appear less hostile.

“Funny how you call us your alphas but yet, our marks, our bond is no longer on your neck,” Bakugou responds, pointing towards me. “They are not gone, they are covered by a skin slip, in Europe is safer to have them covered in case you are kidnapped and forced to bond with someone,” I say back to him. “Omega, please let us explain, I understand your hurt, but we want you still, your part of our family,” Kirishima replies placing a hand on my elbow. I jerk away from him.

“So, all this time, when I was away, suffering through my heats alone. Omega depression after omega depression. You two, were what? Together happily rutting away.”

“Yes, how do we know you never had it off with anyone else,” Bakugou said leaning on the Island in front of me. “Bakugou, don’t say that -” Kirishima scolded him. “- we don’t think that y/n”. I stand there shocked; I can sense he is hurt but right now I will not be his vent.

“ah, I see, I was away fucking my way through Europe apparently and my alphas decided that instead of coming to see me and to tell me. They went behind my back” I stare at Bakugou not daring to back down. “How do we know you weren’t, how do we know you didn’t get our marks removed?” Bakugou asked.

I scuffed and turned out of the kitchen, towards my bags that were left at the bottom of the stairs. Both Alphas stayed in the kitchen and spoke to each other. I opened my bags and reached into it to find a wrapped plastic bag. I walked back into the kitchen, hearing Bakugou raising his voice at Kirishima, “I can’t Kiri, you almost died.” Kirishima hushed Bakugou as I re-entered the kitchen. I threw the bag at Bakugou.

“Go on, open it -” I say with my hands on my hips. “- There’s your proof” I stand and watch it. Bakugou opens the bag and pulls out two jumpers, one of his and one of Kirishima’s. Their scent has well worn out but mine could be smelled. Years of being alone, years of depression, laid in their hands. Kirishima’s eye watered. “This proves nothing, maybe if you weren’t lying about our mark being gone, we wouldn’t have this problem,” Bakugou said, dropping the jumpers on the countertop. “What do you want me to do, perform surgery right now, you know once you never doubted me” I laugh under my breath.

“Yeah well once, you weren’t such a slut, betraying your alp-“Bakugou responded but Kirishima stepped in creating a barrier between us. Tears started to form in my eyes, my vision blurred. Fine, if Bakugou wants proof right now that I was loyal then fine, I’ll give it to him.

I look at my nails and smile to myself, I thank whatever god is listening that I have long pointed nails today. Kirishima is currently speaking to Bakugou, standing in front of me. I can no longer hear him. All I know is, those skin slips have to go now. I take a deep breath in and dig my nails into my neck around where the stitched used to be. I whimper, both can smell blood and turn to look at me. I rip the slip from my skin, blood starts to pour from my neck but nothing that would majorly hurt me. I reach for the other and dig my nails in. “Y/n stop, what are you doing” Kirishima reaches to stop me, but he’s too late I pulled the other off and make eye contact with Bakugou. “You wanted your proof, here you are Bakugou, take a whiff I have NEVER BETRAYED EITHER OF YOU” I scream, throwing the slips onto the counter and storm off.

“Omega come back now” Bakugou shouts after me, I can hear him chase me and reach for my arm. I pull it forward and turn to face him. Tear are leaving my eyes, ruining my makeup, my dress ruined from the blood. “What Katsuki, you believe me now? What do you want from me, why are you mad?” Bakugou stands in shock, unable to talk. “ANSWER ME NOW,” I scream again. Bakugou reaches forward grabbing my arms, tears forming in his. Kirishima was leaning on the door behind him.

“HE ALMOST DIED, AND YOU WEREN’T THERE, I WAS ALONE, WATCHING HIM DIE AND YOU WERENT THERE, YOU PROMISED ME I’D NEVER BEEN ALONE, AND YOU LEFT ME ALONE WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK” he roared at me. I shoved Bakugou off me.

“I CAME HOME WHEN EIJIROU WAS IN HOSPITAL” I shouted back, both alphas heads shot straight up and looked at me. “I was there, I broke me promise to stay away until I was asked by either of you to come home. But I saw the fight, I saw Eijirou get knockdown and didn’t get back up. I hopped on the nearest flight and came home. You need proof, ask Fatgum, Denki, Tamaki, Deku.. anyone who sat in that waiting room.” I said looking into Bakugou's eyes. Kirishima walked forward to join us. Bakugou went to speak. “No you let me speak, I was there. Kirishima opened his eyes and called me an angel and then you shot into the room in a panic and threw yourself on him. Bakugou you looked in my eyes and didn’t say a word, so I stepped back, you saw me there, you. Don’t blame this on me. Knowing how angry you would be, Deku came and got me, promising to watch over both of you.” I stopped to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“How dare you hold that over me Katsuki Bakugou,” I say to him, Kirishima reaches for my hand as if to pull us all back together. I step back, I need to breathe to get out. I walk about the front door, grabbing my handbag. “I’ll see you at the party, some welcome home this was,” I say not looking back and slam the front door.

I walk down the path and reach for my phone, dialing Mina’s number. “Hey girly, I’m just about to leave for the pub,” Mina says down the phone. I start to cry and sit down on the curb. “Sero, wait a second” Mina whispers away from the phone. “Y/n, what’s happened, what’s going on,” She says again her voice has lowered. “Mina I need some help; I can’t see everyone looking like this,” I say back to her. I cry again, I can hear the door behind me open and I stand. I turn and see Kirishima, “Y/n wait please, come back in, we can sort this out,” he says, and I look over his shoulder. Bakugou is frozen in the same spot, staring at the floor. “I’m almost there, start walking to me,” Mina says and hangs up. I bend down and undo the straps of my heels, steeping out of them leaving them on the step. I start to run down the street, I need some quiet, I need to think.

“OMEGA STOP” Bakugou shouts behind me, but I can’t. I see Mina’s car and run towards it.

[thefanficmonster]

Love For The Faceless

Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.

Requested by anon, you know who you are 😉 Thank you so much for placing a request and hope this fic fulfills the expectations you have for it.

“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.

I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.

My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.

My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.

Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.” 

“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“

I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.

“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.

“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.

“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.

“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.

“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.

“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“

I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”

Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.

“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”

                                                          * * *

The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.

“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”

In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’

Rae’s POV

As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.

I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”

The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger! 

Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at. 

Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black. 

I think I know who it belongs to.

Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”

“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.

I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”

There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.

“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!

“Listen here you...“ 

“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.

I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.

“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“

I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”

“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“

“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.

My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me. 

“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.

“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.

“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.

He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.

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Love Game

Chapter 11: Time for Dinner

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Knocking on the door, Y/n could hear Emma on the other side already yelling at one of her brothers, the Sano residence bustling with energy as usual. As the door opened, she was greeted by Emma, who hugged her tightly before welcoming her further in. It was all a blur as Shinichiro approached and hugged her tightly, followed by Izana waving hello as he went back to helping cook. From the couch sat Grandpa Sano, who called the girl over and gave her a hug.

Emma guided her through the familiar halls of the house towards her room, giggling loudly as they began making small talk. Though once they made it past her bedroom doors, she grew quiet for a second before shutting the door. Suddenly, she grew serious, catching the other girl off guard.

“Hey, can I be say something real quick?”

Y/n turned to look at her friend, nodding her head as she waited for her friend to continue.

“I haven’t been a really good friend this past couple weeks, and I’m sorry. I think I owe you an explanation.”

Emma took a seat on her beanbag, facing towards her friend as she got comfortable. She grabbed one of stuffed animals Draken had gotten her and began to mess with it as she started talking again.

“I’ve been trying for months to set you and Mikey up, and I thought it was going well. Then you started using tinder and then you showed me Kazutora. At first, I hoped it wouldn’t work out, but then you kept seeing him and it kept going well, I just kind of shut down.”

Eyes wide, Y/n just stared at her friend, soaking in all the new information. It’s not like she hadn’t noticed Emma being uncharacteristically quiet in most conversations, but holy fuck. Slowly things started to make sense as her thoughts slowed down.

“Wait, you were trying to get me and Mikey together??”

“Yeah, you told me you had a crush on him once, so I thought I would help get you both together.” Emma shrugged, squeezing her stuffed animal closer.

“Oh my god is that why you left me with him at that amusement park?”

“Of course, why else would we have just left you there.”

Both the girls paused their eccentric conversation when they realized how ridiculous it sounded. They burst into laughter as Y/n threw her head back.

“I thought you were just being weird, thought you wanted alone time with Draken.”

“Why would I, me and him are already dating, I was trying to help you, dude.”

“That makes so much more sense now.”

“I wasn’t the one who was struggling with relationships.”

Y/n tossed a pillow at Emma, who laughed even louder as it hit her in the shoulder. The girls continued laughing, Emma feeling relief at her friends reaction. They girls relaxed and picked back up their conversation, Y/n showing off her newest photos of her and Kazutora.

A knock pulled the girls from the conversation as Shinichiro’s voice pulled them.

“Dinners ready.”

As they made their way to the table, they saw Izana already filling his plate as he fought Mikey back, who was trying to steal the serving spoon from him. Shinichiro was helping Grandpa Sano fill his plate while the girls took their seat. When Mikey saw her, his grip on the spoon loosened giving Izana a chance to rip it from him and continue to serve himself.

The girls served themselves to the food, thanking Shin for cooking as they began to eat. Shinichiro started making small talk with them, asking the basic questions you would to someone you haven’t seen in a while. As Shinichiro started talking about his latest failed date, Grandpa Sano leaned over, getting the girls attention.

“Hey, Y/n.”

She looked at him, smiling and she leaned down, so she could better hear him. With the tubes in his nose helping him breath it was slightly harder to hear him now. He spoke slower than usual and it seemed to take a lot more energy, but he still seemed to be as energetic as he did 10 years ago.

“You still single? Why not suck it up and date Mikey, he ain’t so bad once you get over his attitude.”

From across the table, Mikey choked on his food, having heard his grandfathers proposition over his siblings loud conversation. His and Y/n eyes met as they both blushed red, both clearly shocked by grandpa sanos direct approach. Their embarrassment was cut short by his laughing, followed by some deep coughing. Y/n helped him drink some water before eating her food.

Shinichiro began to ask her about her life, her eyes drifted toward Mikey as she hesitated mentioning her new addition. Emma looked over at her and nodded, giving her the okay to continue.

“Uhhh, I’ve been seeing a new guy. We just started going out recently.”

“Oh, is it still Kazutora?” Shinichiro asked, stuffing his face full of food between his words.

She nodded, noticing the way Izana giggled to himself toward Mikey, who promptly stomped his foot from under the table. Emma rolled her eyes, shooting them both a glare as Shinichiro continued.

“I haven’t seen him in a while, is he still good?”

“He’s doing good, he’s working at Baji’s pet store right now.”

“Good for him. Tell him to stop by some time, I’d love to see him.”

Mikey quickly shot Shinichiro a death glare, wanting nothing more than his brother to kindly shut the fuck up. Though, Shinichiro didn’t seem to either care or notice his brothers frustration. Y/n and Shinichiro continued to talk as Mikey wished the floor to swallow him, trying his best to up keep his side of his promise to Emma.

Luckily, the rest of dinner went well, everyone happily chatting along as they ate the meal. Everyone moved to the living room to talk some more, with Mikey slipping out of the group to move to his room.

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