#girl help. also the effort i put into Finding these photos

[northgazaupdates]

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Graphic design artist and journalist Moataz Abu Sakran @moatazart was still finishing his beautiful home in Gaza City when the IOF bombed it. They destroyed everything he and his wife Maryam had built, leaving him, Maryam, and their baby girl Maria homeless. Moataz lost the ability to work, and his family is struggling to get food. They have been repeatedly under siege by the occupation, including during the long siege of the Al-Shifa Medical Complex area.

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[wosoamazing]

Qualifiers

Warnings: Knee Injury, IDK

A/N: Just a bit of a fluffy fic I guess, hope you like it, also I'm currently on mid semester break, so I hopefully will be getting more fics out.

“Steph, have you noticed they’re behaving? Like it’s so quiet” Caitlin remarked as she sat opposite Steph on the bus.

“No, they’re not behaving, they are just asleep.” She replied pointing to the seats where you, Kyra and Charli were all fast asleep, your head leaning on Charli’s shoulder. Everyone shifted their bodies so they could get a view of the three of you, all taking photos, finding the scene in front of them very cute.

“They’re so cute,” “Yeah when they aren't being menaces, Y/N is a really sweet kid though, she just has a lot of energy, I think that stems from….” “Yeah she is great, and such an amazing talent too,” Caitlin rescued Steph as she drifted off, hoping to cover the unfinished sentence, Steph was about to mention your ADHD to the team, all the girls at Arsenal knew about it but Steph hasn't asked you if you were okay with the Matildas knowing.

“How old is Y/N though?” Raso asked

“She turns 17 in June,” “Oh so she is like a baby” “Yeah,” Steph nodded, smiling at you.

“She lives with you and Dean right?” Alanna asked.

“Yeah. Her parents approached us when they found out she was singing for the club and asked if we could take her in, in a way, and we said of course. The club signed off on it and so she moved in with us”

“Wait, how do her parents know you? Or was it random?” “No, we knew them, well more specifically her Dad from our time at Melbourne City, most of you would know him too, he is like on the board or part of the leadership team or something for City as a whole, she explains it much better than I do, but basically he is between all the city clubs and so she couldn’t live with them because they didn’t want her to be alone for long period of time.” They all nodded

“How is she going at Arsenal? She’s been getting a decent amount of minutes hasn't she?”

“Yeah she has. I think she really enjoys it”

“But wait, why does she play for Arsenal if her Dad works for City. Like are they not City fans?”

“Well I don't actually think she is allowed to play for city, but she grew up supporting both Arsenal and City, so I don’t think it really mattered. But I think the main reason is she can't actually play for city.”

“I think she’ll be good for the team, and she is a diverse player, I think Jonas being indecisive has helped that but I mean, it wouldn't hurt to have an all rounder, she is good at everything. I’m just glad she has settled in well, like I know you are all nice and wouldn’t be mean but she is just so much younger, even compared to Kyra. But to be fair she did already know Kyra so that helped. But if anything I’m seeing her more with Charli than Kyra so that is interesting” Caitlin added some food for thought.

“Yeah and something we need to keep an eye on.” Steph said referring to you and Charli spending time together, worried Kyra was getting left out.

_____

You were doing mini drills in teams, so you had a brief break. You walked up to Steph and gave her a hug, 

“Hey little one,” she said as she wrapped her arms around you to hug you back “you okay?”

You looked up to her “Yeah, am I not allowed a hug from my Stephy?”

“No, you are, of course you are. I just wanted to check if you were okay. You just seem a little off today that's all. But you know you can always talk to me about anything right?” Tony called both your names out as Steph was finishing what she said, so you let go of the hug rolling your eyes at her, before she put her arm around your shoulders and you walked off to Tony.

“Go have showers and get changed into clean training gear, the media team wants you both. Good work today though, love the effort.”

_____

“Yes Y/N” Tony said as you had your hand up, “Dad is calling me, I’m really sorry but could I answer?”

“Yeah sure, go ahead that is all good, let him know I said hi,” you nodded and walked out, normally Tony wouldn't let such a thing happen, but as you were younger he agreed.

You had just gotten off the phone with your parents, unfortunately they couldn't come to the game tomorrow, City needed your Dad for something, he was very apologetic and he had tried everything he could but City wasn't budging. Steph was right when she said you had seemed off today, because you were, you were just a little overwhelmed by everything that was happening, it was just lots of little things building to form one larger thing. You headed back towards the room feeling nervous for some reason, maybe you just weren't sure, you didn't really know, you hesitated slightly before opening the door, as you took a step in Steph immediately caught your eyes, she nodded to you and you made your way over to her rather than returning to your seat with Mini, Haper, Charlie and Kyra. A few tears left your eyes and Steph sat you down on her lap instead of you sitting down on the empty chair, you dropped your head into your hands and your body shook slightly as you silently cried. Steph rubbed your back as she looked up to Tony, who nodded at her and mouthed ‘go’.

“Hey, I’m going to take you up to my room, do you want me to carry you or do you want to walk?” You didn’t say anything but started walking, she followed behind, once you were out of the room you stopped and turned around to her, she picked you up and started heading for her room again. You weren't actually rooming with Steph but she knew you would want to be with her tonight, for some familiarity, so she placed you down on her bed before quickly going to get what you needed.

“Oh sorry,” Hayley said as she walked into the room, seeing you and Steph, you were still crying, you were just overwhelmed. 

“It’s all good, we’ve both had showers so if you want you can have one.” “Thanks.” 

By the time Hayley had finished her shower you were no longer crying however you still let out a shaky breath every now and then and from how you were playing with Steph’s rings she could tell you were still nervous. “Hey, you know you’re going to do amazing tomorrow, and if you make a mistake that's okay we all make them, and if you miss, that's okay as well, it happens, we’re humans we can't be perfect. But no matter what we are all going to be proud of you and the way you perform isn't going to affect how we all view you. You know they asked me how I would classify our relationship today, and I told them you were like my little sister. You know I love you right?” you didn't reply but nodded your head, she was a big sister to you, really everyone at Arsenal was like your big sister too you. A yawn escaped your mouth, “Lets get some sleep hey,” you shuffled around to be in a more comfortable position before you softly spoke “I love you too Steph”.

“Is she okay?” Hayley asked now that you were asleep. “Yeah, her parents just can’t make it to the game tomorrow and I think she is kind of scared, but she will be okay,” “Yeah, she is a great player, like really, I might head off to sleep now if that is okay with you,” “Yeah, see you in the morning.”

___

In the 22nd minute you scored your first national team goal, you were ecstatic however 5 minutes later that feeling disappeared when you were pushed, causing your knee to lock before twisting, you heard a pop in your knee, as a pain of wave rolled over it, the world around you went fuzzy, this couldn’t be happening, it couldn’t be your ACL, you couldn’t handle that, this was your first cap and now you might be out for 9+ months. You were quickly pulled back to reality by Tony calling all the girls over, who were surrounding you,  they all dispersed except for one, who was wiping your tears away, as the medics assessed you. They gave you a green whistle before they stabilised your knee and moved you onto the stretcher, Steph wiped away the last few tears that appeared on your face, before placing a kiss on your forehead, you were then quickly taken down the tunnel, left in your own thoughts, you were so badly hoping it wasn’t your ACL.

There were about 25 minutes of the game left when there was a knock at the door, “come in” the door opened slightly to reveal Steph, whose eyes immediately melted when she saw you, your knee was heavily strapped and in a hinged brace, a pair of crutches leant against the bed.

“Oh, Y/N/N,” she said as she approached you, wrapping her arms around you.

The physio explained to her that you had dislocated your knee slightly, but they were able to put it back in place, she also explained that you had to keep the tape and brace on at all times, until you saw the specialist back in London, she explained they had booked in an appointment for you as well as an MRI.

“Is there any idea of when she can play again?” Steph said, now holding your hand in hers.

“We aren't able to say anything yet, there is no way of knowing what other damage was done, until she gets the MRI, the specialist will be able to tell you everything though when you see them.”

“Okay, thank you, are we able to head out to the pitch, or does she need to stay in here?”

“No, you’re all good to go out. I’ll give you two some space, just let me know if you need anything.” Steph nodded, you looked up to her, her gaze meeting yours.

“Do you want to go back out?” You nodded, “Okay, let's go.” Steph helped you get off the bed and she walked beside you as you slowly made your way back out.

The full time whistle was blown and the stadium erupted, the Matildas had just qualified for the olympics, Steph picked you up and spun you around, “We’re going to the olympics baby!”, you couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t we it was her, their last number 20 did her ACL, maybe the jersey just came with bad luck.

[zepskies]

August Fic Recs

Hey, friends!

I got inspired by the awesome monthly rec posts that @winchestergirl2 and @deanwinchesterswitch put together, and decided to try this out. I might not do this every month, but we'll see! lol I now realize how much time and effort this takes, so to you guys who do this on the regular, I salute you! 🫡 😂

Note: If the author provided a summary, I'll include it. If not, and if it's untitled, I'll include the first line of the story. If it's a series and the author provided a series masterlist link in the chapter post, I'll also include it. MINORS BEWARE: a lot of this is 18+ content!

Supernatural

Dean Winchester x Reader:

@mxltifxnd0m -

Cute Glasses

Boyfriend Headcanons

@dewwinchester -

Stitches Summary: Dean texts you for help, and you drop everything for him.

@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior -

Things Learned and Unlearned | Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15 Summary: Y/N has spent her life trying to outrun her mother's reputation. When she meets the rich and successful playboy, Dean Winchester, how quickly can he get her to stop running?

Every Fucking Time Summary: You want to help Dean, but he knows you can't.

@talltalesandbedtimestories -

Just a Little Spice Summary: Dean likes to spice things up, but it would be nice if he didn’t have to put his life in danger in the process.

@luci-in-trenchcoats -

Oh, Baby Summary: When Dean is cursed on a hunt and turned into a baby, the reader has to take care of him along with Sam. Dean however, is a bit more adult than they might realize…

A Shirtless Winchester

Imagine...Breaking Dean Out of Jail

@zeppelinlvr -

"Better?" "Much" Summary: waking up next to Dean and getting ready with him.

@ohsc -

Help You

@rizlowwritessortof -

Sweet Escape - Part 1, Part 2 Summary: What happens when a friend jokingly does a spell at your birthday party to bring your cardboard standup of Dean Winchester to life?

@deans-queen -

Stolen Moments Summary: Y/N finds herself unable to resist capturing a rare, peaceful moment of Dean Winchester sleeping in a motel room. But when Dean wakes up and catches her in the act, what starts as an innocent photo op quickly turns into an intimate encounter.

Sweet Distractions Summary: Reader (Y/N) is at the bunker, working on an essay for her Child Development class. When Dean comes to check on her, his bad-boy charm quickly becomes a distraction she can’t resist, no matter how hard she tries.

@tofics -

Let There Be Light Summary: You, Dean and Sam are fighting America's monsters together. Coming from a long line of hunters, you fit right in with the Winchester boys, despite having been raised entirely different from the two. Where you were brought up with love and care, John raised Sam and Dean with rules and obedience. Seeing what Dean does for the world, you decide it's time that he gets his own share of love...

@jackles010378 -

A Sweet Treat Summary: Dean gets a little excited when Y/N makes his favourite treat.

Dean Winchester x OC:

@rizlowwritessortof -

Remember Me - Part 4

@spnbabe67 -

Girls, Girls, Girls Summary: While on a witch hunt Dean gets hit with a spell. Later at the hotel, Dean feels the effects of the spell and Tori has to help him through it.

It Takes Two Summary: Dean and Tori get roped into doing a pregnancy yoga session and he reminisces on how he found out she was pregnant. (Dean's POV)

Comfortember Day 7: Sick As A Dog Summary: When Dean wakes up sick, it's up to Tori to make him feel better again.

Comfortember 2023 Master List

The Broken Heart Trilogy Master List

Sam Winchester x Reader:

@ohsc -

Delicate

Untitled Drabble - "She wouldn't stop giggling."

The Boys

Soldier Boy x Reader:

@kaleldobrev -

Yes Ma'am (Soldier Boy x Plus-size!Reader) Summary: Macho Man Ben never thought he’d ever take orders from a woman; but now he does so with a smile (aka Ben is whipped and he doesn’t care).

After Everything Summary: You and Ben have a heart-to-heart.

@artyandink -

The Art of Heresy - Prequel, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Summary: Modern day, 2022, and you have no clue what’s going on. You knew what you went through. You knew it was real, but why were there people trying to convince you that everything that happened to you wasn’t real. Hell, you called bullshit. But you get your chance to fight back when you get a call at your door.

Billy Butcher x Reader:

@lady-z-writes -

Untitled Drabble - "Butcher stumbles in the office. Haggard, nothing new."

Tracker

Russell Shaw x Reader:

@impala-dreamer -

Don't Mention It

@luci-in-trenchcoats -

M.I.A. Summary: When Colter Shaw calls the reader for help on a job, she thinks nothing of helping out. Only he never shows up and Colter may have just become the latest disappearance in this small town. It’s up to her and Russell to work together to find him before his case goes cold like all the others before…

Jacklesverse

Various characters portrayed by Jensen Ackles and/or crossovers:

@deanbrainrotwritings -

Jacklesverse Bingo 2023 Masterlist

@justagirlinafandomworld -

Stranded - SPN/The Boys crossover: Soldier Boy & Reader, with a mention of Dean.

@lamentationsofalonelypotato -

It's Not a Big Deal - SPN/The Boys crossover: Soldier Boy x Reader, with a side helping of Dean. Summary: Dean's in for a rude awakening when he finds out exactly what you did when you got stranded in another universe.

@artyandink -

Nature's Beauty Summary: You have stretch marks. How would the boys react to that?

Chicago Med

Will Halstead x Reader:

@deanstead -

5 Times You Held Back + 1 Time You Didn't Have To Summary: Five times you held back, and the one time you didn’t have to.

Wow, I read a lot this month! 😂 I hope you enjoy these lovely writers and their stories as much as I did. 💜

[thebrightsilverlining]

P5X and the Importance of Community

There’s something interesting about how P5X is handling confidants. Obviously, I’ll have to wait until it gets officially localized, but there seems to be a running trend in regards to community.

See, X is different from P3,4, and 5 in that the protagonist did not move before the start of the game. There’s no adjusting to some new environment and meeting a bunch of people there. Wonder has lived here all his life. So making friends isn’t about becoming a part of a new place. Instead, it’s a signifier of Wonder’s change in attitude.

Wonder’s whole deal is that he was just kinda coasting through life. As the lyrics of Ambitions and Visions points out: “Act like I don’t care. Why even bother? That’s what I though then. Just another bluffer.” He was a go with the flow guy who couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort whose bitterness and lack of ambition was the reason why things weren’t going the way he wanted in life. A fact that he didn’t really want to admit.

But that changes when he becomes a Phantom Thief and he begins to actually put effort in and start caring. The whole idea of the Phantom Idols is that Wonder’s connection to the Sea of Souls allows him to see the potential in people. To see who they could be. Meaning he’s learning to shed his previous ambivalence and see people for who they really are and who they could become.

This becomes even more impactful, because he’s not in some new place with new people. He’s in his home, with most of the people having already been living there alongside him. So it’s not a matter of the world changing. It’s his perception of it that changes. It’s him realizing that the people he’d written off are actually pretty amazing.

So one of the confidants is his next door neighbor and his mom’s friend. Someone who was always around but he never bothered to really get to know. It’s his mom’s friend and they’re both old, what could possibly be interesting about that? They probably talk about whatever it is middle aged women talk about. Boring.

Except she’s not. Once he starts paying attention he finds out that she used to be a fashion designer. And she was good at it!? Not to mention those photos of her when she was younger. Who knew that Mrs. Tomiyama was COOL?!

And hey, did you know that she also has a nephew? Yeah, he’s only like a year older than you and he wants to be an actor someday. Gonna star on tv in Featherman and make so many people smile. If you’re getting to know Mrs. Tomiyama you should probably get to know him too. Who knows? You might even become friends.

And hey, what about that girl that’s always helping her father with running the local bar? You must’ve passed her by a million times by now and you’ve never spoken a word have you? Did you know that she wants to be a nurse when she grows up? Or that she’s planning to simply stay home instead so she can take care of her father with his back problem?

Or what about Yaoling Li? Did you even know that a college student from China had moved into the neighborhood? Right next to the Fujikawa residence! You know, where Yukimi lives? She’s your age, why did you never even try to become friends? But maybe it’s time to remedy that, especially if you’re both gonna befriend Yaoling, who is still struggling with the signage at the local market.

It’s all about the community. That community that’s always been there, that you just never bothered to pay attention to. The people so unique and varied, with dreams and aspirations and lives so complex you can barely imagine. That you could get to know, so long as you were willing to put in the effort to do so. And maybe, if you did, you might just find your life is better for it.

It’s a concept I find incredibly interesting, and one I really hope is done well in P5X. Because, if so, it might just be my favorite handling of confidants/social links yet.

[hyallulonelyhime]

Hyahime presents: That time when a jsk became an ironing board cover..

Today i'm sharing a classic from cgl many of you have definitely heard about: The ironing board fiasco. The story of a girl, her dad's fiance and many feels.

Everything started when OP shared this image and said the following:

Due to some unusual circumstances, I'm currently living in a partially-renovated house with my dad and his fiancé.

His fiancé is a very sweet lady who is very thrifty. She makes all her own clothes and and will usually find a practical use for something, rather than throw it out (i.e recycling old bottles and jars to pot plants).

I had a Baby The Stars Shine Bright Strawberry and Cherry Ruffle jumperskirt that I didn't wear anymore, so I was planning to sell it. From memory, it cost about $400.

I put it out in the main room next to a pile of clothes I planned to donate to Good Sammies, so I'd remember to take photos of it for the sale. I then went away for a week to visit my grandparents

When I came back, I noticed the pile of clothes had disappeared. Cool, my dad and/or his fiancé had donated them for me. But wait… Where was the jumperskirt?

It was then that I saw the sight portrayed in the uploaded. My dress had been cut up to to make an ironing board cover and a tablecloth. I don't know where the rest of the material is.

It appeared that my dad's fiancé had assumed the jumperskirt was part of the donation pile, and thought there was no harm in 'recycling' it for her own uses. In her efforts to pretty up the concrete-y wasteland of a house, she had unknowingly destroyed an expensive brand dress.

Literally the only thing I could do in that moment was stare blankly. I can't even be mad at her, she had no idea.

So now I have a BTSSB ironing board and table cloth.

the story immediately caught the attention of users as they scrolled. Some found it terrible, others couldn't help but laugh..

Though some were quick to say it must've been fake.

So.. did OP fake this for attention? Let's investigate.

It is very unlikely the fabric was gathered from a replica, judging by the print details and the fact that this isn't a very sought-after or popular piece you'd see everywhere.

But how did one dress result in so much fabric? Although it looks like a lot, one anon pointed this out:

But she knew she'd get the attention, right? ...yes, but I don't think anyone would come up with this specific odd way to recycle a lolita piece and make the community react.

OP responded to the questions and thoughts with the following:

At this point, some anons were pretty much just fighting over if it's okay for OP to be so calm or not. Which.. is a little bit weird. Others were more emotional about this than the victim themselves.

But what you may not know is.. there's more. There's more to the Kawaiironing fiasco.

Op comes back.

I queried the whereabouts of the remaining material and she showed me. She said my dad told her I was "throwing them out" (I have no idea where he drew that conclusion as i specifically said I was donating a bunch of clothes, so at the very least he should have assumed I was, you know, donating them), so she thought it was fine to cut up. My fault anyway, didn't separate the "sell" pile from the "donate" pile. HOWEVER… There were a few other brand dresses I was planning to sell. I assumed they had been donated with the rest of my clothes, as they were nowhere to be found. I was a little sad about that (they were valuable Angelic Pretty, BBSTB and Metamorphose), but oh well. Then I looked in her material bag and found they had also been cut up… When dad said I was "throwing THEM" out, he did not state a plural by accident… Pics to follow.

If anyone wants individual versions of those pics lemme know.

The loli gods frown upon me today for my unbecoming carelessness in handling burando.

Op decided to keep the truth a secret: ignorance is bliss, and her stepmother did not deserve to feel the guilt of ruining so much burando.. or to know that so many lolitas were in shambles knowing about her crafts.

..Although, anons said this wouldn't stop her from doing it again. Maybe she should know so she doesn't cut up even more dresses.

One thing is certain. that's a really cute ironing board cover. Maybe the fabric could become even more random burando stuff: headbows, little makeup bags, cup coasters, mats.. oven mitts?

Lolita home goods for all! we demand a cute life!(✧∀✧)/

[celebtf]

The Flash & The double

I was sitting at my breakfast table one morning and scrolled through Instagram like I always do. Like always I never really find something but I looked at some Reels, alot of cute animals, like cats and dogs, I really love those videos.

I looked and saw that CW had put out an audition, it was for The Flash, I love that show and Grant look so hot in it too. I sended in my application with photos and resume, it was a little chance I got this job.

A week later a girl from CW called and said I was welcome to a audition next week. I thanked her and I got the script sent over.

I arrived at the location she sent over, it was this an apartment, not what I had in mind but I didn't question anything. I walked in and sat on a chair in the hallway and waited till somebody called my name.

" Steve " a blonde girl yelled and I followed quick after her in to the room.

In the room sat 4 people, I guess then would judge me, probably a jury to see if I fit the small part I was auditioning for. When I looked up I saw Grant Gustin himself sit at the table, he smiled and looked me up and down.

" So Steve, can you do any acrobatics? " Grant asked me with a big smile, his teeths are perfect I though for myself.

" Yes, I can do both acro and parkour, I been training for years, I used to be a stunt double back in the days.. well 2 years ago " I laughed and smiled.

" So we are looking for somebody that can do this small part and also be a stunt double for Grant if that would be needed " the blonde girl said, I smiled answered her.

" Okay we are switching things up, here, take one of my scrips" Grant said and gave me a page with a few of his lines from season 1. I read them and did the audition and after, I went home, questioning how good I really did.

A few days later calls Grant himself my phone to congrat me on getting the job, he said I would only work as his Stunt double as they cut the other character, I didn't really complaine ofcourse, it's The Flash. They would need me on set tomorrow for a Suit fitting.

The next day I was on set early since I didn't want to be late for my first day. " Steve, there you are, welcome " Grant met me with open arms. He smelled so Woody and musky, drove my mind crazy. Me and Grant walked together to the costum departementet since I didn't really know my way around.

We both arrived and walked in to the costume departement, it was so big, and it had mini rooms and a whole closet, I had never seen something this big before.

" Hey Steve, sorry for calling you in this early , just needed to check some things, your suit is over there, we will leave for a while when you change. " the girls said and left me and Grant alone. " Is It okay if I stay " he asked, I felt myself getting harder, but answered him and he stayed.

The suit looked really good for it to be a stunt double one. Usually the company don't really put in the effort when it comes the the stunt double's costumes because they often get trashed on set.

I took of my clothes so I was only in my white boxers, I could see Grant checking me out in the corner of my eyes. I took the suit and started dressing myself, on leg at a time, then over my butt, over my abs and all the way up. I asked Grant to zip it up, and he did. " let me help you with the mask too" Grant said and put the mask on me.

I could feel my body start to shake, a wave past through my body and I felt my feet grow bigger, my legs and thighs got thicker, my butt got fuller, in the pain I saw Grant lick is lips and grab his bulge. My spine cracked and I was in pain, so much pain, my arms got bigger and thicker. A wave of pleasure went down to my dick and it started to grow harder and longer. I could feel the mask heating up, my jaw got shaper, my nose got smaller, eyes went brown and my hair shortend and became brown.

" Looking good Sexy, damn, my ass looks so good in that suit " Grant laughed and walked towards me. " You did this, you planned all for this " my voice cracked and came out darker. He laughed again " Ofcourse I did, from the start, that's why you got to read my lines at the audition, remember, now look in the mirror and say you don't look hot "

Damn I look good and I snaped a picture, I could here Grant laugh behind me again. He came behind me and started to touch my new body.

" I see somebody is excited to see his new face and body " he grabed my bulge and I moaned. " You know, when you're as famous as me, you can't be at two places at once, so I planed this, so you could do half the work and I do the second one. " he laughed and gave me his script " You do the scenes today, I'm sneaking home, I texted my adress, come over with your stuff, you're living with me now". Grant grabed my bulge again and I moaned, he laughed and left.

I went over the lines, went out on set, I kept telling myself I'm Grant Gustin.

Hello I'm back with a new story, this one is inspired by @dulafer and his story " The stunt double " but with a twist. I hope everybody likes it.

[wileys-russo]

head over (tar) heels II a.russo x reader

this one goes out to my favourite era (besides boyfriend less ofc) PSA: I’ve never been to an american college :)

head over (tar) heels II a.russo x reader 4.7k words

the first interaction.

"shit." alessia mumbled to herself. anxiously chewing her bottom lip she held the campus map at eye line, tilting it to the side and squinting her eyes as if that might help her magically understand where she needed to go.

lotte and lois having a different class together had already taken off leaving alessia to stumble her way around hopelessly lost, attempting to navigate her way to geology.

the english girl was still relatively new and though given a quick tour on her first day, her american team mates seeming nice enough, she'd hardly had more than a couple rapid fire training sessions to get to know them and had no clue if they shared any classes in common.

homesickness had also meant that most of her spare time where she could have been putting more effort into getting to know them, had been instead consumed with constant phone calls back home, trying to wrap her head around the time difference and gazing longingly at photos of her friends and family. sharp pains shooting through her chest she repeatedly ticked over if such a huge decision had actually been the right one.

quickly checking the time on her phone alessia's stomach tightened into a knot, the blonde looking around in fear as more and more students disappeared into buildings and strode off confidently in all directions. alessia looked on with a sense of envy, her peers clearly knowing where they needed to go.

swallowing her panic alessia took a deep breath to re-ground before shoving the map into her bag, desperate for a solution. spotting a girl who looked potentially around her own age alessia mumbled herself some encouragement before hurrying off after the stranger. 

"uh, excuse me!" she called out, panic resurfacing when the girl either heard and ignored her, or had no clue alessia was even actually speaking to her.

then again why would she respond,  a critical element needed to signal you were actually being spoken to was someone knowing and calling out your name.

"sorry, excuse me." alessia reached the stranger, tapping her gently on the shoulder as the girl jumped in surprise, turning quickly and pulling an earphone out.

nice going less, pick someone who can't hear you and then startle her like a creep.

"yes?" you questioned raising an eyebrow expectantly, caught more off guard by the glowing blue orbs you'd now locked eyes with than the actual tap on your shoulder.

"i'm really sorry to bother you but i'm horrible with directions, would you happen to know where chapman hall is?" alessia asked nervously, the wind knocked right out of her chest at the sheer beauty of the girl standing in front of her.

your face softened at the obvious foreign accent and you nodded. "which building are you looking for?" you asked politely, pulling out your other earphone and tucking your phone away into the pocket of your hoodie. 

"uh 803 I think."

"geology with smith?" you guessed and alessias eyebrows furrowed, the taller of the two nodding in surprise. "same, we can go together." you sent the girl a dazzlingly reassuring smile, alessia's stomach doing back flips at the sight.

"god i thought i was never going to find it. thank you so much!" alessia sighed in relief, returning you a smile as the two of you set off, now in the right direction. 

(which had in fact been the opposite that alessia was originally headed)

 "so, british?" you questioned, cringing at yourself for the clearly obvious statement.

"alessia, actually." the blonde beside you joked, sending you a cheeky grin as she held out her hand, the italian unsure where her sudden boost of confidence had appeared from. "y/n, american." you shook her hand, the two of you pausing at your words before laughing, conversation flowing easily as you both made your way across campus.

"do you want me to properly show you around sometime? the place is huge but once you get settled you'll be an expert in no time!" you offered kindly, alessia having just finished telling you about what had brought her here in the first place, how attentive and interested you seemed in her words not lost on her.

"yeah actually that would be great. thanks!"

the realization.

"-and i think she's coming to the game on the weekend with her friends! though i told her she didn't have to cause its an away match and I know she has a load of assignments. but she's so smart she hardly even has to try, unlike me. i swear without her notes i'm gonna fail geology. but who even needs geology!" alessia rambled on, so focused packing her kit bag for an early training session tomorrow she missed the knowing smirk exchanged between her english team mates. 

"so less tell us exactly when are you asking her out then?" lois asked quite casually, alessia tripping and falling head first into her bag she was so caught off guard at the question, lotte shooting up to help the blonde back to her feet. 

"what?" alessia spluttered out, still in a state of shock as she peeled away the socks from her face.

"less, mate. you clearly like the girl, just ask her out!" lotte bumped her team mates shoulder supportively before sitting back down on the bed beside lois who nodded eagerly in agreement.

"i do not! we're just friends, don't make it weird." alessia mumbled, busying herself with unpacking and refolding her already neatly folded training kit.

"less, it's okay if you do like her. she's all you talk about half the time! plus the way your face lights up whenever she's around, it's a special thing to see." lotte tried again, smiling reassuringly at the younger girl who frowned sliding down onto the floor, uniform still in her hands as her head softly thumped back against her mattress of the bed behind her.

"her face lights up too! i don't think it's one sided. the two of you hang out all the time, sometimes it feels like you prefer her company over your own teammates!" lois teased with a grin, alessia's cheeks flushing a rosy pink as she shoved her uniform back into her bag, pulling her knees to her chest with a troubled sigh.

"how do you even know when you like someone...like that. not to say i do like her!" alessia was quick to correct, pointing a finger sternly toward the girls across from her who nodded. "well, when you're around her, you feel happy right?" lois started, alessia nodding, eyebrows still knitted into a frown.

"i feel like that when i see any of my friends lois." alessia answered bluntly, lois looking toward lotte to continue, the girl being the one everyone would go to for any sort of advice, wise beyond her years.

"when you guys aren't together, do you still speak? like message and stuff a lot of the time?" lotte questioned as alessia nodded in confirmation. "and when you aren't together, do you miss her? wish you were still hanging out?" alessia gave yet another nod at the question, this one a little more hesitant.

"what's something you like about her?" "well she's really really kind, and passionate, and she actually listens when someone speaks. like properly invested in the conversation, makes her easy to talk to." alessia answered honestly, eyes moving to gaze up towards the roof as she crossed her arms over her chest, legs thumping back down to the ground.

"okay, now I just want you to tell me the first thing that pops into your head yeah?" lotte encouraged softly, alessia nodding along in understanding, eyes still trained toward the roof.

"how do you feel around her? other than happy." "i don't know, sort of light headed i guess?" alessia answered with a small frown and an uncertain shrug.

"what's her favourite colour?" "green, like a forest green."

"biggest strength?" "she reads what people need really well."

"what's her major?" "social science."

"what's her first class tomorrow?" "ethics."

"first thing you notice about her?" "smile."

"thing you miss when she isn't there?" "her laugh."

"and where would you like to kiss her?" "on the lips."

a sudden somewhat suffocating silence filled the small dorm room. a beat of time passed before alessia jolted upright, eyes widening in shock as she registered how casually the last answer had slipped out, lotte sending her a knowing smile. 

"jesus christ lot if this football thing doesn't work out, you could be like a love expert or something..." lois spluttered out as she looked to the girl beside her in awe who simply shrugged.

"and that less is how you know you like someone."

the first kiss.

"-and that second goal what a rocket! poor keeper never stood a chance you just booted it!" you rambled excitedly, alessia laying down on her bed watching you reenact the goal with a soft smile, giggling as you kicked a throw pillow across the floor.

just over a month had passed now since the realization that alessia did in fact like you a lot more than she thought, and not as just a close friend. ever since then her feelings toward you seemed to grow more by the day, and in turn she began to pay closer attention to all of the small habits and traits that made you you.

like the way the corner of your eyes would crinkle when you smiled, tiny dimples appearing in each cheek. or the way you'd always put your hand over your mouth when you laughed, and need to be reminded to breathe in amongst your giggles, the tips of your ears flushing bright red.

or the way the tip of your tongue would poke through the small gap in your teeth when you concentrated, biting down on your bottom lip with a confused frown when stuck on a particularly hard question.

the way you'd frequently go on passionate tangents about all sorts of things, only stopping yourself from speaking once you realized you were on a tangent, your cheeks flushing rosy pink and a hasty apology issued shortly after, which alessia made sure to consistently promise you wasn't needed.

alessia knew your regular coffee order off by heart, often meeting you before or after class with the iced drink at the ready, stomach doing cartwheels at the way your eyes lit up every time she would.

the way you paid close attention when she explained the actual rules of football to you after the first time you came to watch one of her games, asking her all the right questions and seeming genuinely interested in her answers. your determined commitment to best understand what was her passion in life only making alessia grow more fond of you.

it spurred her on to play her best football when she knew you were in the crowd watching. which was practically every game you could, even dragging your friends to accompany you most of the time.

alessia had even picked up the habit of a regular celebration whenever she scored, something she'd never bothered with at any other time in her career, adoring how it meant she could hear your laughter ring out across the field at the goofy pose. the blonde well aware she was embarrassing herself, that came second to the sense of pride and satisfaction felt in making you smile.

by nature you'd always been quite an affectionate person around your friends, growing up in a family and a household where it lacked meant you sought physical touch amongst others. so it wasn't uncommon for your legs to be sprawled across alessia's lap, or for you to reach for her hand and mess around with her fingers during quiet lapses in conversation. 

nor was it uncommon for alessia's arm to be draped comfortably across the back of your shoulder blades, or your hands messing around with her hair as her head laid in your lap. you could easily spend hours doing and undoing tiny plaits in her long blonde locks to keep yourself occupied whilst helping the english girl study.

which unbeknownst to you, did quite the opposite as alessia's heart would hammer away in her chest at your touch. letters jumbled with one another as she attempted to read through your notes, often requesting you read them to her given that she couldn't focus on anything else but you.

but then came her lack of confidence to actually confess any of these feelings to you. the strikers painstakingly obvious swooning and doing all she could to gain your attention and affections was easily noticed by her teammates and friends, obvious to everyone it seemed but to you.

"okay my celebration did not look like that!" alessia defended herself as you broke out into a victory dance, kicking the throw pillow into alessia's closet which had become your decided temporary goal. "oh but it did, I even got it on video." you grinned, collapsing beside the older girl on her bed and pulling out your phone. clicking into the video it did indeed confirm alessia's fears, she looked like her dad when he had one too many and busted a move.

"delete that right now! there needs to be not a shred of evidence." alessia shook her head, reaching for your phone as you quickly clicked it off. "absolutely not." you grinned with a firm shake of your head.

"it's going right into my 'things to blackmail alessia with once she's a big famous soccer player' folder." you teased, the taller girl rolling her eyes.

"football." she corrected, squeezing at your cheeks as you playfully smacked away her hands. "soccer." you argued in the same mocking tone, poking at her nose. "one last chance to say it's football." alessia warned, your forehead creasing in confusion. "or wha-" you didn't even have time to finish your sentence before the question was answered for you, the english girls slender fingers digging into your side.

"lessi!" you squealed, wriggling and bucking your body trying to evade her but it was a fruitless task given the small king single bed you were both occupying. meaning very minimal space was available for you to move away from her without falling down to the floor.

"okay okay okay, football!" you all but yelled, shoving the striker away from you as you sunk into the mattress, chest heaving up and down struggling to catch your breath back. "I hate you." you wheezed out, kicking at her as your arm fell to cover your flushed face.

"no you don't, you could never." alessia teased with a grin, tugging your arm off of your face causing you to roll onto your side, the two of you now in very close proximity. seeing you so up close only made alessia's heart harder and faster in her chest, close enough for her to count the freckles that dotted across your tanned face, all thanks to the harsh carolina sun.

time seemed to slow as alessia shamelessly stared, her watchful gaze scanning across all of the tiny features which made you, well you. her eyes then met yours as if asking permission she lent in a tiny bit to test the waters, and when you didn't immediately recoil her body took over, silencing the screaming doubts and alarm bells ringing loudly in her head.

her warm lips met with yours, the kiss short but sweet as she pulled away eyes widening in shock at what she'd just done, reality had set in. but before she could utter out the apology which was stuck in her throat, you spoke first.

"finally russo, I've been waiting for you to do that." "what!"

meeting her family.

"gio promise me that you won't be a dick!" alessia sternly warned her older brother, the boy having come to visit and stay with her for a few weeks amid his travels. "less please. i'll be on my best behavior, scouts honor!" the older italian smiled charmingly, the two of them crammed into the makeshift campus bar, everyone having gathered together to watch one of the largest basketball matches of the college season against their rival school Duke.

"that's her over there." lotte interrupted, pointing you out where you sat at a table toward the back surrounded by your own group of friends, laughing at something one of them had said. "mum was right she is gorgeous. what's she dating you for?" gio teased, staring at his younger sister whose face twisted into a glare, punching his arm at the comment.

"well, best not waste time then!" gio clapped his sister on the back, grabbing a beer he was offered before striding off in your direction, alessia doing the same and hurrying after him, lotte and some of her other team mates in tow. "lessi, hi!" you cheered happily as you spotted her, grinning as you stared up towards the taller girl whose nerves melted away somewhat at the sight, noticing you were clearly already a little tipsy.

greeting your friends she exchanged hugs with some of them she knew quite well, introducing her brother as lotte pulled you aside and into a hug, making your own way around greeting alessia's friends as the two groups merged into one, everyone hollering in anticipation as the buzzer sounded and the game commenced on the tv's scattered around the room.

eventually, after you'd finished making your rounds with your girlfriends team mates you ended up in front of her brother. alessia's world then suddenly seemed to freeze, stuck temporarily in conversation with a few of her friends across the other side of the table, contemplating quite literally jumping over it to come to your aid.

but it seemed that wasn't necessary as with only a few words exchanged between you and her brother both parties laughed and gio pulled you into a friendly hug, sitting down and busying you in conversation as alessia let out a deep exhale she hadn't realized she was even holding in.

"see, worried your pretty little head off for nothing. it's fine! relax and have a drink, lets go Heels!" lotte finished with a scream, holding up her beer as everyone around her echoed the chant, raising their own drinks in cheers.

~

"i think i might have a new favourite russo now, sorry babe." you later teased the blonde, sat on her lap as the game counted down its final minutes, her arms wrapped tightly around your torso.

"well you're only human." gio winked, clinking his beer against yours as alessia gently pinched at your thigh for the comment, her jacket draped around your shoulders.

suddenly the bar exploded into an electric scream as the final buzzer sounded, signaling that UNC had won. it was the first time you'd conquered your rivals in two years you happily informed gio, who looked around in confusion as the bar suddenly emptied, everyone running out hollering and cheering in packs.

"it's a campus tradition, everyone runs onto main street and they start a bonfire!" one of alessia's team mates informed as the table all stood to their feet, alessia making sure to keep a tight hold on your hand as both of you were hustled out of the bar and into the crisp autumn air by the large horde of drunken fans.

"this is the weirdest tradition ever. all of this over a college basketball game!" gio laughed in disbelief as he filmed the chaos interrupting around you all, him and lotte running alongside you and alessia as cheers and singing broke out amongst the huge crowd of college students sprinting wildly in all directions.

"quick, let's go Heels!" lotte drunkenly shouted at the top of her lungs, yourself joining in with her as you dropped your girlfriends hand, launching yourself onto lotte as the girl sprinted off with you in a piggyback.

"be careful please!" alessia shouted after the two of you with a face splitting grin, cheeks flushed rose pink, a combination of the alcohol she'd consumed and the sudden temperature change now standing outdoors.

"i've never seen you like this." gio smiled toward his younger sister, the two of them now pushing their way through the crowd. "what do you mean?" alessia laughed, glancing over at him before standing up on tippy toes to try and spot you or lotte. 

"like this. so happy and care free, grinning like a bloody cheshire cat. we were a bit worried you'd come running right back home with all the calls after you first left, but then they stopped and now i think i can somewhat see why." gio laughed, nodding toward where the taller boy could see you and lotte, having linked up with some more of your friends just a little way deeper into the crowd.

"she's not the only reason i like it here!" alessia's cheeks deepened in color, catching onto what her brother was insinuating. "no but she contributes to it, and that's not something you've had before. it's nice!" gio smiled sincerely, alessia wrapping him into a hug. 

"but luca and I do have a bet going on how long it'll be before she realises she's out of your league and moves onto someone else. so if you could accelerate that to...before january, i'd be ten pound richer!" her brother smirked, alessia shaking her head and shoving him away playfully as he messed up her hair.

"you couldn't just let us have a lovely moment, could you?" "that's not what brother's are for, you should have learnt that by now."

pre match traditions.

"there, all done." you bent down to peck your girlfriends cheek as you finished braiding her hair. 

seeing her struggle and offering to do it once early on in your friendship had quickly turned into it being a match day tradition between the two of you, alessia quite superstitious when it came to big games.

and today, her junior championship final, was the big game.

"thank you. checklist?" the older girl sighed, pushing herself up using your knees as leverage from where she sat between your legs on the floor, grabbing her kit bag.

"socks, shin guards, boots, water bottle, finger tape, spare socks, chewing gum, deodorant, perfume, dry shampoo, back up water bottle, yellow gatorade, protein bar." you ticked off using your fingers, alessia humming in confirmation at each object as she located it, zipping her bag up and placing it back on your floor.

"what if i miss a sitter and it's my fault we lose?" the blonde collapsed onto her back on the bed beside you, burying her face in her hands. "you won't. it's okay to be nervous but with soccer you can't afford to dwell on all the what if's...a certain little birdy told me that." you gently pried the girls hands away, interlocking your fingers and pressing a gentle kiss to the pad of her thumb.

"football." alessia corrected, unable to help the smile that grew on her face at your words. "come here." the striker was quick to pull you on top of her, your legs straddling her hips as you leant your forehead against hers. "hi." you smiled sweetly, pecking her lips and attempting to sit up but a strong pair of arms wrapped around your back, pressing your body tightly against the one beneath you.

"give me a proper kiss." the older girl whined, lip jutting out into a pout as you rolled your eyes but obliged none the less, quickly pulling away as you felt her tongue slip into your mouth.

"no. you need to go soon! it's almost 3." you giggled, squeezing your girlfriends cheeks before unwrapping her arms from around you and sitting up.

"but it's a pre match tradition that you make out with me, so..." alessia grinned, hands clawing needily at her spare jersey which hung off your smaller frame, attempting to pull you back down.

"which is why we've already made out, twice now to be exact. you need to go! baby i'm not being picked on by your teammates as the reason you're late for warm ups, again." you rolled your eyes, grabbing the girls wandering hands as they slipped up the inside of your shirt, nails scratching gently against your bare skin.

"they know full well if they tried to pick on you they'd have me to deal with." alessia rolled her eyes, hands coming to rest on your bare thighs sat either side of her. "ooo so scary." you mocked with a teasing grin placing your own hands on her cheeks, thumbs softly caressing her jaw as you leant down and stole another quick kiss before rolling off of her.

"go!" you pointed sternly towards your door, alessia standing to her feet with an over dramatic groan. "fine!"

"i'll see you out there superstar." you shared a tight hug before you opened your door, the excited chatter of your peers filling the room. "i'll be the one in blue holding the trophy." alessia grinned, grabbing your waist to pull you in for one final kiss.

"now there's that russo confidence, go heels!"

her first championship.

"come on, one last push go heels!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, voice raw and practically gone after how tense the game had been, your friends echoing the same chant beside you as the whistle finally blew, the crowd erupting as your girlfriend sprinted to join the team pile on in the middle of the field. 

she did it, she'd won her first american junior college championship.

"let's fucking go number nineteen!" you screamed with pride as alessia's name was called, the girl stepping up to receive her hat and medal at the presentation. cupping your hands over your mouth and hollering proudly, alessia's brothers who sat the row in front of you joined in, her parents turning around to shoot you elated grins.

you chatted away happily with your friends about the game as you waited for alessia to have her moment with her team and the trophy, taking dozens of photos before making her way over to her family who stood to the side, tears filling their eyes as hugs and congratulations were shared.

"i think this mean's you've reached ultimate wag status now." your best friend teased, bumping her shoulder with yours as you made your way down the stadium steps and onto the pitch, rolling your eyes at the comment.

you promised to catch up with them later as your friends headed off to congratulate the rest of the team, alessia making the same promise to her family before the two of you made a beeline for one another.

"champions!" you cheered loudly as the blonde picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping around her waist as the two of you tightly clung onto one another, alessia twirling you around a couple times before placing you back on the ground.

"i'm so proud of you." you smiled sincerely, tugging her into a short but searing kiss, pulling away all too quickly for your girlfriends liking, though in such a public setting you hardly wanted her parents to see you with their daughters tongue shoved down your throat.

"you know i never thought i was into girls with backwards hats, but this is doing it for me." you nodded, gesturing playfully to the championship snap back adorning your girlfriends head. "oh really? good to know." alessia smirked pulling you in for another kiss, unable to wipe the grin off of her face at the feeling of sheer euphoria currently pumping through her veins.

her words from before had come true, here she could be seen in blue, holding the trophy. only the piece of silverware from the game sat in the hands of her coach who stood on the other side of the field. unbeknownst to you, the trophy in her hands was you, the blonde firmly determined never to let that change.

"i love you." alessia blurted out suddenly, the three words having been dancing on the tip of her tongue for a few weeks now, too scared to let them slip at the wrong time and scare you away. "i love you." you immediately echoed back with a laugh, the complete lack of doubt in your response only further fueling alessia's body with unbridled joy.

it was plain to be seen that you both had fallen sweetly, irreversibly and to some nauseatingly head over heels in love with one another. 

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It had been a little while since you’d had a night out in Monaco, not really having proper friends of your own to spend time with. But tonight, you’d be arriving on Charles’ arm to meet his friends in one of the most exclusive clubs in the city. Your bedroom was absolute chaos by the time your teammate arrived, you’d tried on every outfit under the sun trying to find something expensive looking but not something that would make you overdressed.

“You could show up in jeans and a t-shirt and still be the prettiest girl there, y/n.” He hummed, pushing a pair of heels to the side with his foot, perching on the edge of your bed as you held up two options in front of yourself in the mirror.

The driver was wearing an expensive jacket over a black T-shirt and some nice trousers. His outfit was topped off with a couple of rings and a necklace, he looked gorgeous. You could smell his aftershave as well, it was enticing. But all you could focus on was not looking too over the top compared to him.

You groaned, turning your attention back to your own outfit. “Men have it so easy. I have to put in just the right amount of effort so I look good but also it doesn't look like I’m trying too hard… I also don’t want to dress too provocative or else people will just think the worst of me I’m sure.”

He stood up and stood behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “We don’t have to do this if it’s stressing you out. It’s not part of the itinerary.”

“I want to do this, I do. It’s just a little daunting… What do you think of this?”

It was a simple black dress, nothing too out there but you knew with the right styling it could look expensive. He nodded and left you to get dressed but not glancing back over his shoulder to close the door, getting the tiniest glimpse of your bare back as you pulled your shirt over your head. Charles dragged his gaze away, knowing it was wrong of him to spy on you, so he sat down on your sofa to take in your flat. There weren’t a lot of photos but just enough to make it feel like it was your place - he cautiously picked up a picture frame from the coffee table and smiled. Since your message last night, you’d put the photo of the two of you and Max on the podium in Belgium in pride of place. Cute.

His breath caught in his throat as you stepped into the room, the dress fit you in all of the right places but was still elegant. You raised a brow at him. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Sorry… you just look… wow.” He chuckled, cheeks flushed as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “You tidy up pretty well.”

You smiled, grabbing a bag and tossing some essentials into it. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Charles watched as you gave yourself a final touch up in the mirror - only blushing more when you caught him looking again. He offered his hand to you and when you took it he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“If it gets too much at any point, we can leave. You want to take a jacket?”

“Well, boyfriend, I wasn’t going to so you could offer me your jacket later when you see me shivering and regretting my decisions.” You hummed, brushing down his jacket lightly - making sure it laid flat. “Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

He almost lent in to kiss you but he caught himself, what the fuck was that. Instead he gave you a gentle smile and led you downstairs to the car waiting outside to take you to the club - you couldn’t help but notice that the entire time he just seemed to instinctively have a hand on you. Whether it was the small of your back, across your shoulders or resting lazily on your thigh, fingers drumming across your skin like they were as the car drove you to the club.

It felt nice. You weren’t used to affection but from Charles it always felt so natural, so easy. Team Thirty probably hadn’t intended to give you the best fake boyfriend but they’d definitely done it. He was just so easy to be around.

“You okay? You’re quiet.” He asked, smiling sweetly as you lifted your eyes to meet him.

“Just a little nervous is all. But, I’ve got you so I’ll be okay.” You rested your head on his shoulder. “Do you reckon Pierre and Max will remember me?”

Charles hummed softly. “Max maybe. Pierre checked you out in the paddock the other day and it didn’t click.”

“Charming.” A soft giggle escaped you. “Shall we?”

As the car pulled up outside the club, the driver was the first to step out - ever the gentleman, he offered you his hand so you could step out easier in your dress. There was a large queue outside, but the security guard didn’t even hesitate to let you both in, Charles thanking him as you slid past the crowd.

He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as you walked through the club together, the music was loud but thankfully due to its exclusive nature it wasn’t very packed. The driver expertly weaved through the club until he saw his friends.

“Alright mates?” Charles grinned, giving each of them a handshake across the table. “Boys, this is y/n. And y/n this is Pierre, Max and Daniel.”

“Y/n y/l/n right?” Max said, shaking your hand.

“That’s me.” You smiled softly, sliding into the booth beside Charles, his arm draping across your shoulder. “You remember me after all these years?”

“You haven’t changed a bit.” He teased, raising a playful brow.

Daniel lent forward a little, taking a sip of his beer. “How do you two know each other?”

“We all used to cart together.” Charles explained. “Yes, Pierre, including you.”

“Wait. You’re little y/n y/l/n?!” The Frenchman gasped. “Oh wow, Max is wrong, you’ve changed a lot…”

Charles snapped his fingers in front of Pierre’s face. “Hey, stop staring.”

Pierre chuckled, tearing his eyes away from you. “So the other day when you said she wasn’t interested?”

You raised a playful brow at your teammate. “He’s been cautious of telling people about us, considering he’s my boss and all, right love?”

Charles nodded eagerly, thankful you’d helped him - he lent in to press a kiss to your cheek. “Exactly, but we’ve had our chat with HR now and it’s all clear so we’re being a bit more open with it now.”

“Well, you’re very cute together.” Daniel smiled, tipping his bottle towards you both. “I do remember you being a promising upcomer in GP3 back in the day, what happened there?”

The driver beside you gave your shoulder a squeeze, reassuring you. You simply shrugged. “Lost my seat, didn’t win the championship so they didn’t want to keep risking having a girl on the team. But Ferrari offered me a job on the F1 team and I thought it would at least keep me in the sport.”

Pierre and Daniel both nodded as if they understood but your story didn’t sit right with Max. You being a girl had never stopped you before - in fact you made sure it didn’t. But he didn’t point it out, you hadn’t seen him in years and maybe you just weren’t comfortable telling the truth. He watched as you gave your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before leaving the table to grab you both a drink.

“How did you two happen then? You’ve known her for years.” The Dutchman asked.

“Just wasn’t the right time for us, but we’re both pretty settled where I am now and so is she. We got to talking at a bar once and the rest sort of just fell into place… she’s really great. I’m almost annoyed that I didn't notice sooner.” Charles explained, making sure to keep the details vague but detailed enough to be believable.

The four of them all glanced over to you at the bar, Charles’ smile fond. You were drumming your fingers across the countertop, waiting for your drinks, when you heard your name. Surprisingly, it was Lewis - approaching you with a kind smile.

“Lewis, hey. You remember me?” You asked, surprised that he’d remember a random Ferrari staffer as he leant against the bar beside you.

He looked particularly expensive tonight - you were sure almost everything he was wearing was worth more than your entire salary. You returned his smile and turned to face him a little.

It wasn’t really a shock he was here - it was more that he was talking to you. “Of course, you saved my arse in the paddock the other day. There was no one outside the exit you mention.”

“Well, you're welcome.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” His eyes were intense even under the lights of the club - your cheeks flushed a little but you shook your head, gesturing over to your table where your interaction with the 7 time champ hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“I’m actually here with Charles.” You said, as the bartender slid your drinks in front of you. “Thank you though, always nice to see you, Lewis.”

“I should probably come say hi. Lead the way.” The Brit smiled, gesturing over towards the table.

The group you left quickly pretended they hadn’t been watching the entire conversation between you and Lewis as the driver approached behind you. As soon as you sat in the booth, Charles slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.

“Hey guys, good to see you.” He said, giving them each a fist bump. “Didn’t realise you were friends with y/n.”

“Didn’t realise you knew her at all.” Charles countered, raising a brow - eyes not leaving Lewis’, almost challenging the Brit.

Lewis simply chuckled. “Yeah she helped me escape the paddock a couple days ago… anyway, nice seeing you guys. Enjoy your night. See you around y/n.”

You gave him an awkward wave and sank into Charles’ side as Lewis walked away. The Monaco driver pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Did you just get hit on by Lewis Hamilton?”

“…he offered to buy me a drink, that’s it.” You admitted, looking in his eyes. “I’m your girl, Charles. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

He nodded. “Okay, I trust you.”

You hadn’t even realised Pierre had left the table until he returned with a tray of shots. “Let’s get this party started! Cheers!”

The rest of the night was a little blurry, the liquor burned through your veins as you danced away. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so hard and when a warm pair of hands settled on your waist you simply lent back into Charles’ chest.

“Having fun, love?” He chuckled, pulling you closer as you gave him a drunken grin.

“So much.” You hummed, turning around to face him - looping your arms around his neck. “Thank you for this.”

“Hey, you should thank Pierre if anyone… but I just thought you should know, we’ve been spotted.”

You peered over his shoulder, a group sat at a nearby table were snapping photos of you both - shouting to each over the music but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Instead, you brought your gaze back to Charles - eyes flickering across his face.

“Well, then maybe we should give them something to talk about.”

Before he could ask what you meant, you took his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his. Barely a moment passed before he kissed you back - you could taste the alcohol on his tongue. Was this probably against the plan your PR team had crafted? Most definitely. But you didn’t care. Not with the alcohol buzzing through your veins.

But as the fates would have it, not a single one of the photos would be clear enough to identify you or Charles. You wouldn’t find that out until the next morning but that still didn’t stop you from putting much more into it than you definitely should have.

When you pulled back, Charles’ eyes bore into yours - his chest rising and falling. You raised a playful brow. “Reckon that was believable enough?”

His laugh was contagious, his eyes crinkled at the sides. “Oh most definitely…”

“I hate to be the responsible grown up here.” You hiccuped. “But we should get some water so we’re not absolutely hanging.”

He groaned, resting his forehead against yours. “This is much more fun...”

You giggled. “I know, but you’ll thank me tomorrow.”

The Monegasque let you take his hand and lead him over to the bar - reluctantly drinking the glass of water you ordered for him. Daniel came up behind you and raised a brow. “Water?”

“We’re being good, old man. Maybe you should try it.” You teased playfully, making the Aussie crack his trademark smile.

“I like her.” He hummed. “And, young lady, I’ll have you know, I’ve only had two drinks.”

“My apologies!” You held your hands up defensively. “I like you too by the way.”

“Cheers to that.”

Max watched you interact with his former teammate from across the club, he was still sitting with Pierre at the table. The Frenchman was engrossed with something on his two phones, so Max nudged him.

“Do you buy it?”

Pierre didn’t look up. “Buy what?”

“Charles and y/n. Something’s off…”

This time the Frenchman looked up and frowned at his friend, before his eyes flickered over to you and Charles. He couldn’t help but notice the way his childhood friend held you so easily, his arm around your waist as you lent into him. “I don’t know, I think they’re cute.”

“Does it not feel really out of the blue?”

“Not really. She’s hot, he’s a good looking guy… just let them do their thing.” Pierre defended you both, clueless to why Max was so confused by your new relationship with Charles.

He patted his friend on the shoulder before leaving the table to join the rest of you at the bar - leaving Max to question you and Charles alone. He knew Pierre had a point, but there was just something that didn’t add up. Max just didn’t believe your story about leaving GP3 and now suddenly you were dating Charles? It just seemed out of nowhere.

You could feel a gaze burning into the back of your head and when you turned to see Max studying you - it made you nervous. Maybe, he could figure out the relationship was fake but there was no way he could figure out you were Thirty from just one night out.

…right?

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[ladythornofrivia]

popsicle

pair: sanzu x reader

warnings: cheating, sanzu being naughty, and toxic husband with profanity, secret affair, mentions of depression, mentions of insecurities, sanzu being h*rny and flirty, sanzu being a douchebag, but still lovable in his own way.

a/n: sorry being inactive. i’ve been obsessed with Getou, hence I changed my username. oh yes, i also have an ao3 account, yay!

• On a hot summer day, you stayed at the house, waiting for your husband to come home. It happens quite often when you’re bored and repressed by the expectations of what it means to be a good wife. Cleaning, pampering, and the means of being a “tidy wife”.

• Your husband didn’t come home that night. The food you prepared went into the fridge or at the trash bin, sometimes you ate the whole meal to a point where a husband shames your big appetite. Kept bragging about how the girls in porn magazines have much better figure and features. You couldn’t help but to feel down. You know that in your heart the girls in magazines have more plastic than the ocean combine.

• One morning, you overheard him talking in his sleep, moaning, even. You didn’t want the noise so you slept on the couch. Though when you went to the bathroom, you overheard your husband talking, awake. You have no clue to who he was talking to, but his expression said otherwise. And it wasn’t promotion.

• The next morning, your husband was nowhere to be found. And feeling a little lonely, the urge to touch yourself from the tightness in your pajama pants, so you quickly went onto the couch, took off your clothes, and tried to find a pornographic video you could find on your phone. From there, you stumbled across the video, also in the couch, you find yourself watching a gorgeous man with long pink hair and teal eyes under the long white lashes, brutally pounding his dick inside the girl’s cunt. With a girl’s whiny moans, it was almost a deal breaker, but with a gorgeous man before your eyes, he winked at the camera and sped up his thrusts against her. You finger coated with cum, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You wanted to be in the same position as the girl on the video.

• And with that, you found yourself lucky with enough time in the house, wanting to be seen on the internet. At first you posted videos and selfies on the account, taking three shots until finding a perfect photo, but decided to upload all of them together. Then you decided to become as a part-time cam girl. Doing a first video of masturbation was awkward at first. So you took a shower and put a lot of skincare to make an effort of looking flawless on screen first. The moment the awkward tension has gone down, you sat down, without undergarments, with your spread legs, your fingers dipped down into the hole as your breasts bounced for every movement shifted. Coming down from a high climax was real accomplishment, thus planning to have more brand new lingerie to tease the audience.

• The next morning, your account on the cam website blown up. Your cam girl views went viral through pornographic websites, your figure is and your skin are lustrous and flawless. Even on the tweets, you have gone viral—your body has gone viral. Many likes and many comments. And all the pornstars wanted to collab with you. Most of all, what got your attention is when Sanzu subtweeted your videos and commented on every single pictures you posted, praising you with dirtiest comments.

• Everything is perfect. Except the efforts of keeping secrecy from your husband, living as a double life will be impossible, unless blurting out that you’re making good money from the elicit websites. With your husband ignoring your existence, it should be easy, despite being hurtful by his intentions. At night, you waited for him to fall asleep to do your naughty sessions online. More views had gone up, and with your social media accounts, pornstars have bombarded you with not so flirting and thirsting. You ignored all of them except for the gorgeous man with pink hair who goes by the name of Sanzu. Sanzu is the most popular pornstar/camboy. Although you’ve seen him from the screen, you wanted to know what he sounds like.

•Even in your dreams, you dreamt of him fucking you in you and your husband’s bed. Everything were hopes and dreams, but then days changed when your friend decides to set up a group hangout, you and your friends hung out at the department store to wear for the karaoke. Accidentally bumping against a tall frame, you apologized immediately, you looked up and saw tall men in suits. When one was about to grip on your shirt, the other man stepped in and told the other guy to back off. You immediately noticed the long pink hair, but you have never seen a gorgeous face with diamond-shaped scars. Maybe you’ve mistaken the man for Sanzu. Maybe he isn’t Sanzu. He looks like him, but he looks terrifying.

• Though you weren’t the only one checking him out. Sanzu checked you out with a long teasing glimpse and gave a smirk. For a while it’s been awkward full of groups, but eventually you and Sanzu hit it off, hanging out and singing in the karaoke. Sanzu wanted to be alone with you; he figured out who you are based on your birthmark on your neck; your hair style tucked at the backside. He couldn’t help but to flirt with you more as you separated your ways from the group. Luckily your husband wasn’t home.

• Sanzu bought two popsicles—both strawberry flavored—a perfect way to savor the sweet, hot summer. As you relished the taste of popsicle, Sanzu couldn’t help but noticed your tongue swirling on the tip, then trailed down at the length. When he cleared his throat, you looked up at him, realizing what you’ve done, thus behaving like a good girl.

• You and Sanzu talked until he said, “I know who you are. I did my research after my own live stream. You’re (y/n), the girl with good grades and reputation, never drink or do drugs, never had sex, even with your husband. Your husband won’t be home for a while; he’s out with his mistress. He always leaves early and arrives here later at night.”

• You staggered, licking your lips as you stare at Sanzu drinking and eating the sight of him like a popsicle. “How did you know?”

• Sanzu chuckled, trailing his fingers onto your skin. “I know my ways of knowing everybody. You’re aware of the organization that controls the area you’re living in right now. I kill traitors and cheaters alike. Sanzu, second commander in Bonten, to King Mikey.”

• You figured it was Bonten, the infamous group who tries to patrol every street and buildings. Living in a shelter is too much of getting your naïveté to grow.

• “Open yourself up to me, and I can show you ways of what it means to have a man inside you,” he coerced, lifting your leg inch by inch.

• With a comply, you let Sanzu ripped its way into you with his cock, rocking his hips as your couch creaked. Moaning, your arms strapped around his muscled body, breathing and moaning into his ears. Sanzu chuckled, kissing your neckline. “Hold onto me, kitty. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. Just for a record, I don’t have condom with me.”

• His efforts on making you feel satisfied, your needs of pleasure came soon to an end, but you don’t want it to end. Sanzu felt sadness in you, so he gave you his phone number. But since you don’t have a smartphone—restricted by your husband, he gave you his spare phone, and has another one in his other pocket. And within days, you and Sanzu talked, as if you guys have known each other for a long time. Each time you texted Sanzu, you feel elated as if single. But feeling guilty each time your husband’s footsteps came. Hiding your double life and a phone from Sanzu wasn’t easy. Your husband wanted to spend time with you, but you declined and said you’re heading out for shopping groceries and clothes, when all you did was fucking Sanzu in his penthouse.

• After months on spending each other’s company, you came back into your house and your husband beaten you almost to death, saying how unreliable and liar you are. The next day, you couldn’t face Sanzu, but Sanzu figured out your husband beaten you up to a point he ordered his men to kidnap your husband and kill him without remorse. After that, for a while you haven’t seen your husband, not that you care, of course, and Sanzu eventually came into your place, notifying you of your husband’s passing. You knew your husband’s dead, and delved into Sanzu’s arms, crying.

•Kissing at the top of your hair, Sanzu said, “You should move in with me. Pack your most valuable things and we can fuck each other as long as we like. I can treat you better than that man. You’re special to me, (y/n). And I don’t ever plan on letting you go. I’ve seen the way you lick the popsicle, and I can’t help but feel a little jealous.” Thus he unveiled his mask, and kissed onto your lips, with a following of slow and sensual fucking—no cameras and live stream involved. Your life is in content with Sanzu, and with Sanzu, your freedom has been granted more than ever.

• “Get down on your knees,” he said, gripping your hair softly. “I want you to lick me like a popsicle.”

[symphonic-scream]

I have more of the Okujima Fake Dating thing

(summary; Makoto and Haru are uni roommates (and friends w/ benefits but that's not something they address) and to avoid her relatives finding her a partner, Haru lies and tells them she's gay (not a lie) and has a girlfriend she's serious with (mega lie))

Like. Makoto takes this job so seriously

She asks Haru for the guest list and photos so she can remember who is who and she studies, and by the time they arrive she's figured out which relatives to bow to, or shake hands, or offer a fist bump

Haru: you didn't have to do all that,

Makoto: any partner of yours should put in this much effort. Otherwise, they're not worthy of calling you theirs

The room booked for them has one bed, a real nice shower, and a jet tub. They go to bath houses together with their friends, so it's not as awkward as either assumed when they spend a night soaking in the tub together, jets turned on the lowest setting. It's even less awkward when they share the bed, since, well, they've done worse. And besides, Haru has learned over the last two years that she's hella touch starved and has abandonment issues, and Makoto? A very cuddly sleeper. It's, almost like they were designed to work well together (ehe)

Haru's relatives also adore Makoto. Both as a person, and for Haru. They all met Haru after her dad died, before she went off and made friends in uni. They met sad high school Haru. And she's so different from the lady in front of them, not hiding the little snort in her laughter as one of her cousins close to her age teaches Makoto a goofy dance, and she makes it look sillier with how stiff and awkward she is

Haru's cousins from her aunt are three boys. One is married with two kids, one is getting married, and one is her age. The middle and youngest get along with her best, the youngest being a musician, the middle a dancer, and the oldest a gym teacher, former athlete

She's got twin cousins from Uncle 1, her mom's twin. Both just younger than her. A boy, who's going to be an aerospace engineer, and a girl, who wants to be a lawyer. Overly smart little seniors

And uncle two? Two daughters. One older, one younger. The older one is married and about to have a son, and the younger one just started a business ethics degree

There are two more aunts. One, married no kids, the other? Single as hell

Haru's grandparents are there too, and they love Makoto so much. They missed out on so much of Haru's life cause they lost contact with their daughter after she married Kunikazu, and, they're just happy to see she found someone that's as respectful and loving as Makoto

Makoto: do you think your family would mind if I wore a suit?

Haru: nope. My aunt is gay, after all. Her wife will be wearing one too

Makoto: seriously? That's so cool!

Haru: mm! They're the mothers of the groom, so you'll see plenty of them this trip

Makoto: amazing,

Oldest cousin: hey, Haru? Can you watch these two for a moment? I have to go talk to my Mama

Haru: oh- Uhm, okay?

Makoto: here, hand me the little one. Hey, bud

Haru: *gay staring*

By the wedding itself they're fully together. Acting the exact same, but they acknowledge why they stare at each other so tenderly

They'd call the others, their friends from uni, from time to time

The opening of it would be Haru having to admit she fucked up to her bestie Ryuji, and Ann

All head in arms, asking either of them to help her out and Ryuji says he would but he's not exactly a gal, and Ann is spending the summer with her fiancee in Europe, checking out venues for a wedding

Ryuji: why don't you ask Makoto? She's single, and your roommate. It'd be way less awkward than asking anyone else

Haru, not willing to admit the "Friends with Benefits" thing: ...do I really have no other option??

Ann: there's Futaba-

Haru: ugh. I'll ask Mako-chan,

Makoto keeps panic calling Joker or Yusuke after things on the trip like: DOES THIS MEAN SHE LIKES ME??? DO I LIKE HARU?? SEND AN AMBULANCE SHE KISSED ME AND IT FELT REAL I THINK IM DYING

At one point Goro picks up and just growls at her to "woman up, go the hell to sleep, or die. Whichever I don't care stop calling my boyfriend at 2 am"

No weird jealousy plot either just. Them realizing on their own

Like. The way Haru asks, too

She comes home, finds Makoto cooking and humming, a box from the campus bakery on the table, and Haru knows her roommate picked up her favourites, probably just because she *noticed* how off she's been, and. She knows Ryuji is right. Makoto is the best choice to help her with this fuck up,

She walks up behind her, wraps her arms around her hips, grunts in a way that's nearly a whine, plants her head between those strong shoulder blades

"Hey, welcome home, Haru. How was your day? You had your advanced statistics class today, right?"

"Mm. Mako-chan, I, have to ask for your help."

"What's up? Oh, is it that time? I can get the hot water bottle, run out to get more pain meds for you-"

"I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend."

...

...

"Huh? Haru, what-"

"My cousin is getting married. And, I may have lied to my grandparents, about dating someone, so they wouldn't try to set me up with someone. And, they want to meet her. The tickets and hotel are paid for already, just, I don't want to have to tell them I lied,,"

"Well, I wasn't planning to go anywhere but visit my sister, so I'm free for it."

"What."

"Yeah, tell me the details after dinner? The ramen is nearly done."

Makoto is secretly having a mini panic attack inside

She texts Yusuke later like "I CANT SAY MUCH BUT GOD IM GAY"

And Yusuke just texts back a photo a counter on his wall that reads "Makoto says she's gay; 1026"

The wedding is in Okinawa, where the bride is from, so they have to bring bathing suits for the beach, and, Haru does ask Makoto to help her pick which one to bring

Makoto sits there, face red, hands digging into her knees as Haru makes comments about one of them maybe making her look more chubby, maybe she should stick to a one piece-

Makoto: you're gorgeous. Every part of you. If you like how it looks on you, screw what anyone says

Haru: ...but. do you like it?

(Reminder. They are "Just Friends")

Makoto coughs a bit, looks away: y-yeah. I like it,

Haru: ...LETS PRACTICE KISSING

Makoto: R-RIGHT

Makoto *was* wearing her bathing suit top and swim shorts. Haru did get a chance to admire her muscular thighs in the shorts. She's a sucker for how muscular her roommate is

Just. When they get home and have to tell all their friends they're dating now and

Morgana, Joker's little brother, age 16: YOU WERENT TOGETHER???

Just. Man. How they were just naturally domestic from the start, and how naturally being affectionate comes to both of them, but differently than with their other friends, and

Makoto: hey, since we're "dating", does that mean I have to tell you I've slept with Ann?

Haru: you WHAT

Makoto: it was over a year ago! And Shiho knew and agreed to it!

Haru: you SLEPT WITH ANN TOO?!

Makoto: TOO?!

and they both laugh, cause they've known this, it's a bit they do, and Haru nestles back under Makoto's chin, and they go back to snuggling. They're in Makoto's bed in their apartment. It's later the night Haru asked, and, okay yeah they maybe did *it* again, but. Things feel weirdly right between them as they lie there together, softly talking out the details of the plan

Like. There's a reason so many people already thought they were dating, and why it sells so perfectly to Haru's family

I'm attached to this already dear lord

[slyvieselkie]

Since the Beginning - Midoriya Izuku

Warning: body shaming, insecurity about looks, family issues, suggestive

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Having a prohero boyfriend is really a double edged sword, especially when he's the successor of the Symbol of Peace. Deku, the greatest hero, Midoriya Izuku, is a man larger than life. And to stand next to him, to be loved by him, is an honour and a stain in itself.

You're known as 'His Girlfriend'. The luckiest girl on Earth, a position that many covert for you sit on a pile of riches that he so graciously gifted you. Not only that, Izuku is the ideal man. Compassionate, brave, powerful, smart, a little goofy and nerdy, he's the man every parent wants their daughter to bring home. And that honour belongs to you.

But having Deku as your boyfriend, means that you must also meet the world's standard. A girl that's equally as friendly, sweet, beautiful, successful, an ideal woman for the best man out there. And every day you look in the mirror with the thought, 'Gosh, why does he even like me?', so does everyone else.

Every time the two of you are out in public and get photographed, there'll always be a comment about your weight, your pimples, how it's always Izuku pulling his card out, how you don't treat his fans with respect. And your boyfriend does his best to fight back in the ways he can. In the rare interviews he'll always mention the love of his life, the woman supporting him from behind, who puts up with the 24/7 limelight and harsh critics of those who know nothing. He even enlists the help of his old classmates who try their best to change society's mind. But it only makes you feel more pathetic, that Izuku does so much for you and you can't even present yourself better.

It takes a long, burning, tearful shower for you to finally resolve to change. With a bright smile, you talk to Izuku about wanting to be more healthy and start volunteering.

He cups your cheeks, "Sweetheart, if it's about-", "Izuku, please...just let me have this", and your eyes swirl with so much desperation he can only say yes.

But the green haired man makes a strict schedule for you to follow, he refuses to watch you please the world and drop dead. He asks Ochako to exercise with you, where you start on light cardio and Pilates. Bakugo reluctantly sends you a few tips on healthier eating and even spends a day at your house meal prepping. Izuku doesn't know about this because the villain-like hero would burn your house down. He even asks his old teacher, Thirteen, to help you find volunteer work.

The world's opinion of you change when photos of you helping out at homeless shelters and after villain attacks. You also change as well, he notices. You've become more social, going out more and posing for the cameras rather than hiding from it. He sees your regular posts and stories at the gym, making healthy snacks, promoting charities, going out for brunch with the U.A. Class 1 girls. Izuku couldn't be more relieved. So many nights he has had nightmares of you taking dieting too far or working until you end up in the hospital, trying to become the perfect woman and breaking yourself in the process.

But change takes a long time and no matter what you do, the world will always bring up your past. And you've learnt to live with it, to understand that what you're doing is more than enough. However, that doesn't mean those comments don't hurt. Especially when it comes from the people whose words mean the most.

....

Izuku has met your parents many times. For the three years you two have been together, the hero has always made an effort to know your parents and get along with them. Your family also loves him, your mother is dreaming about the day she sees you in a wedding dress to him. The atmosphere is always warm, comforting, peaceful.

Until the small comments start to sneak in.

"Oh look at how skinny and pretty you are now!"

"Now my son in law will have no problem picking you up!"

"You should've seen her in high school, she would've weighed more than you right now!"

"If only she started dieting earlier! I kept telling her to, but she never listened and now look at her!"

Dieting, exercise, skinnier, prettier, smaller.

Of course you fire back at her. It's all jokes, but Izuku can see how much those words hurt. And every time, the ride back home is silent and you deep in thoughts. And every time after you come out of the shower, he sees you observe yourself in the mirror. Your eyes scan like society once did, looking for the imperfections. Wondering how you can erase the past, so that the world only remembers the pretty and perfect version of you.

His heart breaks, because why are your efforts never enough? He walks in and makes himself known, you jump before giving a soft smile. Izuku tries to return it and quickly digs his face into the crook of your neck. His large and scarred hands quickly hoist you up while you squeak.

As he carries you to the bed, Izuku has so many thoughts going through his head. You've always been pretty, ever since the moment he met you. He's always been able to pick you up, a hero like him should have no problem picking up boulder let alone a person. And he has seen you in high school pictures where you look so cute, he wished he met you earlier. And no, you shouldn't have started dieting earlier. Knowing the situation you were in, you would've only gained an eating disorder.

Dieting, exercise, skinnier, prettier, smaller. He didn't do any of this just to hear that from the people who should've supported you. As he laid you down, Izuku takes you in with trembling eyes. You give a smile back and beckon him closer.

Izuku has always been careful with you. His rough hands ghost your body knowing the damage they could cause, his lips only leave light hickies because he never wants to see you in bruises even if they're from love, he's always wary about the weight he puts on you and your stamina compared to his. But the nights you return from your parents are gentle as a feather. Your body becomes his temple, and he'll never stop worshipping. He oozes love and forces you to soak it up, the love that they should've had for you.

It's ironic when Izuku wants to be so gentle and loving, because it sometimes leads to him become more rough. He has so much to give that he can't see that you're overstimulated. He wants you to see that he loves you unconditionally, resulting in deep hand marks and love bites. Izuku wants you to understand that he's always on your side, so he'll hold you down and do his best to leave you quivering and blank.

....

But regardless of how he feels about your parents, Izuku knows he can't do anything about them. Because he knows that blocking your family isn't easy as it sounds.

"They're...it's just when it comes to this, they can become...off", you whisper trying to calm Izuku down, "Other than that, they're really good."

He knows, he can see it. How you're always sticking to your mother and how she always has your favourite food and snacks at home. How you melt in your father's arms and the way he monitored Izuku when they first met. Izuku sees the photographs hanging on the walls filled with parental love, the injury stories where it sounds like they were just in as much pain as you, the fights when they became a pair of bears.

Izuku also knows that in its own fucked up sense, they say that for your own good. Because he's heard you and your mother on the phone, how hateful she sounds of the media that talked about your weight and looks. Your father used to hate him for bringing you into a world that you never suited, until he finally saw Izuku as a man who loved you.

So Izuku will respect them and be civil. Because they raised you into the person you are today, the most loveliest person that he is honoured to be with forever. Because in their own ways, they also poured love and care into the soul to form it this way.

But that doesn't mean he'll take it lying down. You're his woman, and he'll protect you the way he did when society attacked you. He'll make sure they understand that their words have weight to them, and crush those words until they disintegrate to dust.

He'll do anything to show that you've always been beautiful since the beginning.

Hi Lovelies, meet Izuku the greenest flag ever~!

I hope you guys felt all of the emotions poured into this fic and how much Izuku loves you! I really wanted to portray the struggle of loving your parents and understanding how much they love you, but just having that one issue that always breaks the peace. For the girlies out there living with body shaming, hold your head up high because you have been beautiful since the beginning!

I'll see you another time ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )♡

[the-expired-tofu]

The Devil's Trumpets | Pt. 5

|| A 'The Glory' fanfic || MINORS DNI [18+]

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a/n: Hey there, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I might change a few things in my fictions later on. Also, my English isn't my first language so my writing might lack some fluency. Hope you enjoy :)

trigger warnings: lots of swearing, bullying, murder, gore, depression, abuse, mature content, violence, sexual themes.

pairing: reader x multi

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Moon Dong-Eun

I’ve been a great help to Y/N for quite many days. I finished tutoring Min-hee and helped her get into the Semyeong Elementary School. On the other hand, I helped Y/N move into her new apartment. After finishing helping her settle, I got her the job at the convenience store. The old lady was really nice and that she told us that she was in need of another helper since she couldn’t handle everything all alone. All the supplies for the school and the transportation services were done by me.

After everything was done, I brought Y/N to my apartment. She was caught off-guard due to all the pictures of them attached to the walls in front of her.

“You did quite the research, didn’t you? You weren’t kidding back then when you told me you tracked each and every step they took,” she said as she slowly approached a picture of the group together in their teens. She was reading the sticky notes that I attached on some of the pictures when she saw a polaroid of her when she was young, followed by few other pictures of her from the current time, along with her niece. She also saw a few photos of her families before and after they separated. She stood in front of those and rubbed her finger gently on an image of a girl I believe was her sister.

“You didn’t leave me out as well,” she said as she turned around to meet my eyes. “I have every reason to be mad at you, Dong-eun, but at the same time, I don’t. I can simply report you to the police for stalking me and immediately put an end to your years’ effort, but at the same time, I can’t. I can easily walk out of this place and quit participating in your plan, but I don’t wish to. Because I trust you, Moon Dong-Eun. Not only am I risking my own life, but also Min-hee’s life. Once they find out about her, they will use her against me as my weakness. So make sure you prove me wrong and help us not get caught.”

After hearing those words from her, that’s when I knew I did the right thing involving her in this. She’s aware of the environment she’s getting herself into and knows how to take the necessary precautions, and not just an airhead with the lust for revenge.

“I knew you would feel this way once you notice those pictures. But I couldn’t help it either. When we were in school, you never bought a cell-phone for yourself. So it was quite difficult to track you down.”

“I would rather call it stalking than tracking down, Dong-eun,” she said as she turned away from me to look back at those images. I couldn’t say anything since she made a fair point. But I didn’t have any other choice either.

“I don’t recognize her. Who’s she?” She points out to a picture of Hyeon-nam.

“That’s Kang Hyeon-nam. She works for me as my assistant. She’s the one who helped me land the job as a homeroom teacher. She’s also the one who ‘stalked’ you.”

“Huh, interesting,” she said as she removed her finger from the picture and placed her hands inside her pockets. “I would like to get to know her.”

“You will when the time is right.”

I walk towards the kitchen as she moves from the wall to the window, her eyes never taking it off of those images.

I placed a small security camera at the top shelf in my kitchen, making it unnoticeable, and connected it with my phone. I took out another small box that contained another security camera and handed it to Y/N.

“There’s a possibility of them finding out about our address once they get to know about our plans. So take this, and install this somewhere where nobody will notice it. And don’t be surprised when one of them or all of them enters your house when nobody’s there.”

“Alright,” she takes it from my hand and puts it back into her satchel.

“Come on, let’s go to the roof.”

“The roof?”

“Yeah, I want to show you something.”

“Okay,” she walks past me towards my door. I unlock the door open as she busies herself in putting her shoes back on. As we got outside, I locked it behind me and walked towards the elevator. 

We got inside the elevator and pushed the button to go upwards.

“Did you get the invitation for the Alumni Awards?”

“Sorry, what?”

“The Alumni Awards ceremony at Sung-han High. It’s in a few days.”

“Oh yeah maybe I did. I haven’t checked it yet.”

“Am thinking of going.”

“Wait, they’re going to be there too, wouldn’t they?”

“Yes. You need to come as well.”

“What’s the use? We aren’t even getting any awards?”

“It’s not about awards, Y/N, it’s a game of intimidation.”

She kept staring at me as if I said something illegal that deserves life in prison. We didn’t talk for a while.

The elevator came to an abrupt halt and the doors slowly opened before us. We stepped outside and climbed few more stairs to finally get to the roof.

It was a beautiful evening with the sun just setting, the color of the sky a perfect hue of flame. We came near the edge that overlooked the houses that stretched far beyond our vision. The tall buildings at far distances created just the flawless silhouette I’ve ever witnessed. Everything about Semyeong just felt so beautiful at the moment. I never took some time for myself to appreciate how exquisite this place this. The ordeals I faced here, never actually gave me any time to appreciate anything about my life.

“You see the house there?” I points to the one nearby.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“That’s where Yeon-jin lives.”

The perfect moment she was in immediately faded when she heard her name.

“That’s where she lives?”

“Yes. Ha Ye-sol, Ha Do-yeong, Park Yeon-jin, all under the same roof.”

She looked at me with her bewildered eyes, a face of the scared.

“But-then why did you buy this apartment? Wont they find out easily?”

“Not so easily Y/N, she has no clue whatsoever. She still thinks that she can get away with anything. She never learns.”

She looks back at the house. The lights on the road and inside the house lit up as it got darker. We didn’t talk for a while. The sun had set a while ago. Everything is just happening so fast, it’s making me feel overwhelmed, but I didn’t think of telling that to Y/N, otherwise she would be scared too, almost like how a mother deep down feels scared for their children but acts like there’s nothing wrong, just for them to not get scared.

It’s been my dream, for so many years, to stand here and watch over all of them, behaving as if they did absolutely nothing wrong, as if, they can get away with anything they want. Little do they know, that am right here, right in front of them, to prove them wrong.

“The day I dropped out from Sung-han High, I went to meet them, at the gym.”

She removed her hands from the edge and turned to look at me.

“What?”

“Yes. That day, I felt something new, some kind of new change in myself, something a bit evil.”

“Evil?”

“Yes. Almost like, the end of their reign, but a beginning of my hell.”

“What happened that day?”

“That day, was the only day I entered the gym voluntarily. Nobody forcibly dragged me there, I went in completely on my own. I remember so clearly, as I walked in, Hye-jeong started walking away from me, as if she was scared of me. But I ignored her, and went straight to Yeon-jin, sitting at her usual place. The weirdest part is, we talked about our dreams.”

“Dreams?”

“Yeah, they submitted their “dreams” at Cyworld, and I read all of them, told them about those that day. Yeon-jin dreamt of becoming a wise mother and a wife, Choi Hye-jeong dreamt of becoming a stewardess, Jeon Jae-joon wanted to own the golf course, and Lee Sa-ra dreamt of being an artist. Obviously, they asked me about my dream as well.”

“So what did you say then?”

“Yeon-jin,” I said with a pause. “I told her that she was my dream, and that I really wish to meet her again.”

“So all of our dreams finally came true.”

“Indeed. And I wish to bring them to their knees and show them no mercy.”

She turned around to look at me again, but I didn’t. I haven’t taken my eyes off of that house.

“Does Ha Do-yeong have the slightest idea that he married a monster?”

“He doesn’t, but he will soon. And so will Ha Ye-sol. I wish to isolate her to the point that the people she holds dear, the ones who covered up her crimes, will give up on her. Soon then she will feel like the only human on this planet, she would become completely transparent. All of her crimes and secrets will show up and she will rot in hell. Nobody will ever even think, of helping her. You can never change a monster, Y/N, never.”

She stares at me for a while and then looks away. The air was filled with aroma of the potted plants behind us.

“Do you wanna know what Myeong-oh’s dream was?”

“What?”

“To become rich.”

She began eyeing me from the side when we burst into laughters. When was the last time I laughed like this?

We took a breather to stop ourselves from more laughing. It was quite hilarious how Myeong-oh dreamt of becoming rich yet here he is, working as Jae-joon’s lackey.

“Alright then. I guess I’ll see you on the awards day.”

“Yeah.”

We went back the same way we came to the roof. Climbed down the little flight of stairs and got into an elevator to the ground floor.

I saw her out and got her a cab. As I went up to my apartment, I was thinking of how I could have told her about the meeting I had with Myeong-oh few days ago. I will tell her when the timing is right. I bribed him enough to keep him in suspense—he will also be the one to know who murdered Yoon So-hee, hopefully.

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Pt. 6 will be out soon

[axel-ambassador]

Reasons why Axel is best girl

Her name and design is absolute peak

This was a promo photo. The combat boots, the camo pants, the asymmetrical piercings, the camo paint and absolute feral energy in this photo.

There's a reason why she had so much hype before we even knew her personality. She exudes absolute girlboss energy and leaks with potential.

Her voice is incredible

Something about her dialect tickles my brain. Just listen to her speak especially in S2 E3 and you'll see what I mean. Her VA does an incredible job.

She's incredibly compassionate believe it or not

Her boot episode in S1 starts with her getting breakfast in the woods. She could have made food for just herself but took the time to find and cook food for the rest of her team.

S2 E2 consists of her helping her struggling teammates several times. Zee when he's taken too many hits and Damien after going through the 4 point tube.

You may think she does it out of necessity, but anybody could have gone and saved Damien, Priya especially. She's quick to inform them he needs medical attention.

She even admits that despite winning she doesn't approve of what Millie did. This is coming from the same girl that kicked a teammate overboard in the season prior. She genuinely cares about her team.

She's not very fond of Ripper, yet when she accidentally punches him in the face, she is quick to help him up and fix his broken nose. Her voice is incredibly soft as she helps him as well.

The way she handles Ripper's initial confession really sticks out to me. She doesn't lash out or mock him for having a crush, she calmly admits to being uncomfortable and gently tells him she doesn't feels the same.

She even apologizes. There's no need to apologize for not returning romantic feelings for someone. They're not entitled to your love. But she apologizes anyways despite Ripper never asking for one, because she knows that she hurt him and wanted to reject him as nicely and possible.

She recognizes Rippers development and sees how he's willing to better himself for her. He took the time to learn one of her hobbies for her and she realizes and truly appreciates that. She rewards his efforts by kissing him.

She loves Ripper for who he is despite his imperfections. She finds his stupidity to be attractive, and he's a bit insecure when it comes to impressing her, so she's quick to reassure him that she does in fact love him after insulting him and knocking him off their canoe.

There's these little blink and you'll miss it moments in the finale where when Ripper is getting hurt she's not too pleased and is there to comfort him.

Her confidence is unmatched

From the very beginning she's very sure of herself and her abilities. Her first line is her boasting about her survival abilities and how she's not afraid and how people should fear her instead.

She doesn't doubt her decisions. She kicks Ripper overboard in S1 and doesn't ever regret it, not even after she's been voted off because of it.

In S2 E3 she does a flip over a stump just because she can. Her only solo confessional is her bragging about how she was born for this challenge. She's fully confident in her skills and for good reason.

S2 E4 has a lot of these moments where she's so sure of herself not as a survivalist but also as a person. She was voted "most likely to make you regret stuff" in survival camp. She's not ashamed of that fact, she sounds almost proud.

When her love of poetry is revealed, she's not embarrassed, she sounds happy to be able to reveal that fact about herself. She knows that it's an interest not expected of someone like her, and she doesn't care.

She kisses a man on live TV despite being incredibly embarrassed and near uncomfortable with being put on the spot.

She doesn't change herself for Ripper. She is so sure of herself and she knows Ripper loves her for who she is. She's not embarrassed to show her love for him, and she's not afraid to still be her authentic self.

She takes bullshit from no one

When she stops Ripper from wasting his time and energy in the beginning, he lashes out. How does she respond? She growls at him. She's not gonna let some guy yell at her when she's trying to help.

Ripper refuses to have her lead the team despite majority ruling for her to be captain, so what does she do? She kicks him overboard for mutiny and refusing to cooperate.

Ripper taunts her for getting booted by waving his marshmallow in her face. She's already pissed, so she bites his hand and eats his own marshmallow straight from his hand. What a queen.

Ripper calls her and her team nerds in S2 E2 and she immediately snaps at him and intimidates him for his disrespect.

S2 E3 is when she and Ripper get stuck butt to butt, and it does slow her down a lot, but she ends up being in the pack getting carried by Caleb regardless. She's not really responsible for her teams loss. So when Chef puts her on the list of people on the chopping block, she immediately shuts him down because of how stupid that is.

Her split second Yuri moment with Emma consists of her intimidating her not to mess up the challenge. Emma does mess up, Axel falls, and Axel votes her off.

Her team loses for the 3rd time in a row by E5 and of course Chris relishes in their failures and rubs it in their faces. Axel is a blunt and honest person, but here she resorts to sarcasm because that's how done she is with his shit.

She's literally about to be eaten by a shark and she just turns and yells at it to back off, icon.

[kit-walk3r]

Together Not Forever (Kyle Spencer x fem!reader) Part 2

You and Kyle learn how to come together and let each other go.

Warnings: grief

Part 1 Alternate ending

Note: this part follows Kyle a little more than the reader. It also has a bit more plot

Life was dull without Kyle.

Everything you saw reminded you of him. His memory was haunting you, and you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t get him out of your head, seeing his kind eyes and warm smile whenever you closed your eyes.

People tried to help you and offer your support. A couple of Kyle’s frat brothers who hadn’t been at the party brought round some things from his room; photos of the two of you together, one of his sweatshirts. You immediately pulled the hoodie on and breathed in the familiar smell. A couple of girls you worked with who knew Kyle from when he’d pick you up after a shift dropped by with some flowers and sad smiles. Plenty of condolence cards made their way through your letterbox and sympathy messages through social media.

It all meant nothing, though. The flowers and cards and messages. They couldn’t do anything. They couldn’t bring Kyle back. Instead, they served as a reminder that he was gone for good.

- - -

Zoe came to visit you a week or so after the crash.

You were curled up on your bed, wrapped in Kyle’s hoodie his frat brothers had brought round when you heard a knock at your door. Wiping your cheeks to make sure they were clean of tears, you got up and answered the door, surprised to see Zoe on the other side.

“Zoe, hi,” you greeted quietly. You sent her your best attempt at a smile.

Zoe looked at you with sympathetic eyes. “Hey, Y/N,” she said softly. “Can I come in?”

You nodded and stepped out of the way so that Zoe could enter. “How did you find where I lived?” You asked curiously.

“I asked around,” Zoe explained, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. You sat down beside her. “I wanted to see how you were doing after the other night.” She trailed off slowly.

“I’m okay,” you said quietly, sniffling. You wiped your nose and your eyes, even though it was obvious you were crying.

“It’s okay to not be okay, Y/N,” Zoe said encouragingly. “No one is expecting you to be.”

You just shrugged, lacking the effort for anything else.

“You know,” Zoe spoke up after a moment’s silence. “My boyfriend died a couple of months ago.”

You turn to look at Zoe with wide eyes. “Really?” You whispered.

Zoe nodded. “Charlie. We weren’t exactly together long, but he did mean something to me. And I miss him,” She looked at you with sad eyes. “What I mean is that I can kind of understand what you’re going through.”

You nodded as you started to tear up again. “I don’t know what to do,” you cried softly, wiping your eyes again. “He was my everything and now he’s gone. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

“You’ll see him again,” Zoe reassured, pressing a comforting hand to your knee. “I promise you.”

“I just miss him so much,” you began to sob.

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Zoe’s plan to reunite you and Kyle was put to a halt when she saw what Kyle had done to his mother. Her head had been bashed in, and she couldn’t risk that happening to you. This was wrong, all wrong. She was meant to be helping you, bringing Kyle back to you, and instead she would just be putting your life in danger if she were to bring Kyle back.

Instead, Kyle needed to learn how to function as a human being again, so Zoe sat cross legged with Kyle in one of the bedrooms, going through a set of flashcards with him to help his communication.

“And when you’re tired you say ‘bed’,” Zoe said, holding up a card with a picture of a bed and the same word spelled out underneath. Kyle stared at the card blankly before a slight look of recognition crossed his features. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tried to speak.

“Y…- Y/N…” Kyle stuttered out slowly. It was almost indistinguishable, but Zoe could just about gather what he was trying to say.

“Kyle?” Zoe was shocked. This was the first of recognition Kyle had shown of his past life.

“Y/N…” Kyle said again, this time more certain. A smile formed on Zoe’s face. He was remembering you. Maybe things weren’t so ruined after all.

- - -

“Kyle, I have something for you,” Zoe smiled as she came into the bedroom. Kyle looked up from the laptop he was learning from. Zoe held something out for him.

In her hand was a photo frame and in that frame there was a photograph. A couple, a boy and girl, were curled up on a bed together, the girl smiling at the camera whilst the boy kissed her cheek. Zoe had found it on Kyle’s Facebook when she went snooping.

Kyle took the frame from Zoe’s hand and stared at the photo, specifically at you. “Y/N…” he whispered, pointing at the image of you before looking up at Zoe for confirmation.

“Yeah, that’s Y/N,” Zoe nodded, grinning. She thought a photo of you might help with Kyle’s memory and it looked like it was having an effect.

“Y/N,” Kyle repeated, this time a smile forming. Zoe watched Kyle fondly. This was the first time she had seen him smile since before the crash. Maybe she would still be able to reunite the two of you.

- - -

Somewhere on the other side of town you were looking at the exact same photograph.

- - -

Fiona’s little trick had worked wonders and now it seemed Kyle was functioning like a real human being again. He could speak, move properly and think for himself, all things that proved to be impossible just a week ago.

Zoe brought up the idea of taking Kyle to see you up to him one evening, but didn’t get the result she wished for. She thought Kyle would be happy, excited even, but instead she received a somber response.

“Kyle, what’s wrong?” Zoe asked when she walked in and noticed Kyle softly crying. “I thought you’d be happy. We can go and see Y/N.”

Kyle shook his head, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. “I don’t want to,” he mumbled.

“Why?” Zoe asked, confused. You were all Kyle had been talking about. She thought that he would be excited now the time had finally come to see her again.

“I’m afraid,” he quietly said, playing with his sleeves, refusing to look up.

“Of what?” Zoe’s eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N’s going to be so happy to see you.”

“I’m afraid of me,” Kyle answered solemnly. “I’m afraid of me hurting her,” he continued to quietly cry. “I have these feelings inside that I can’t control, and what if I really hurt her? I don’t wanna hurt her.”

“Kyle, you won’t hurt her,” Zoe said gently, kneeling down in front of Kyle. She lightly grasped his hands in her own and tugged them away from his face so she could look him in the eye. “You won’t.” She reassured him.

“I’m not who I was before. I can’t control myself,” Kyle wiped his eyes. “I don’t want her to see me like this.”

“Kyle, Y/N just wants you,” Zoe squeezed his hand. “She won’t care what you look like.”

“I appreciate your help, Zoe. But it’s not your decision. I can’t see her.”

- - -

“So, how are you doing?” Zoe asked. The two of you had met up for coffee, since you had news that Zoe needed to know.

“Better, I guess,” You shrugged. ‘Better’ might have been an overstatement, but at least you weren’t up all hours crying now.

“There was something I wanted to tell you,” you said. “You’ve been such a great friend these past couple of months that I wanted you to know that… I’m leaving.”

“Leaving?” You nodded.

“I’m moving back home,” You clarified. “I’m gonna stay with my family for a while.”

“Why?” Zoe asked. “I thought you said you were doing better.”

“I am,” you sighed. “Or at least I think I am. But then I see a photo or I walk past somewhere where we had a date or a fucking Toto song plays on the radio and it just feels like I’ve lost him all over again. This place is just filled with memories, and they’re haunting me. Everything is just a reminder that I never got to say goodbye, and, honestly, I don’t think I can get over him if I’m still here.”

Zoe sighed. “What about college?”

“I’m gonna try and transfer to somewhere closer to home,” you explained. “It’s not exactly ideal but I just need to get out of here for a while. It might not even be permanent,” you shrugged. “I just think some time with my family will do me some good. Give me the chance to recuperate.”

Zoe looked sad but didn’t say anything.

- - -

“She’s leaving,” Zoe told Kyle immediately as soon as she saw him.

“Huh?” Kyle looked confused.

“Y/N. She’s leaving,” Zoe repeated. “She’s moving back home to be with her family.”

“Oh,” Kyle looked down. He felt a wave of sadness, but also a sense of… relief. If you left then that allowed him to resist the temptation to find you and put you in any danger by being in his company. It would also set you free, away from him.

“Oh? That’s all you can say?” Zoe scoffed.

“Maybe it’s better this way,” Kyle shrugged. “She can get over me and I can get over her.”

“Kyle, you’re miserable without each other. This is your chance to be happy again.” Zoe insisted.

Kyle shook his head. “I made my choice, Zoe. I can’t be near her anymore.”

“How are you going to give yourself any closure?” Zoe asked. She sat down next to Kyle. “You need to think about yourself as well. Kyle, you said she was the love of your life. Are you really going to let her go without getting your own goodbye?”

- - -

It was your final shift at the diner before you moved back home to your family. “Someone left this for you,” your boss said, handing over a large, brown envelope with just your name scribbled on the front.

“Who?” You asked, looking at the suspicious brown envelope, confused.

Your boss shrugged. “Some brown haired girl.” He turned and walked away.

Brown haired girl? Zoe.

You tore open the envelope and peered inside. You almost dropped it when you caught sight of what was inside. Stuffed inside were twenty dollar bills, lots and lots of twenty dollar bills. You sat down at one of the booths and pulled out the cash. $2000. Zoe had given you $2000.

Amongst the dollar bills there was also a small, white envelope. Intrigued, you opened it and pulled out the paper inside it.

Written on it were just three words in a messy but still very familiar handwriting.

I LOVE YOU

You gasped, as tears instantly filled your eyes. Kyle. That was Kyle’s handwriting. You began to silently cry as you traced the familiar penmanship. The money was practically forgotten as you clutched the piece of paper to your chest, clutching onto the last piece of Kyle you had left. It felt like a goodbye of some sort and, weirdly enough, it felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

This was it, the final goodbye from Kyle you so desperately craved. You didn’t know how or where it came from, but you had it and that was enough.

Outside the diner, Kyle sat in a car with Zoe, watching you open the envelope through the window. He’d borrowed the money from Cordelia to help support your family, knowing that they had their own financial struggles. Watching as you read his note and burst into tears, Kyle felt himself tear up too. He missed you so much. And a part of him wanted to reconcile with you, wanted to be with you, but he just didn’t trust himself. He didn’t want to hurt you. So he was letting you go.

“You ready?” Zoe asked after a few minutes. Kyle nodded and wiped his eyes free of tears.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” And off they drove, back to Kyle’s new life with the coven and away from everything he once was.

Away from you.

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And that’s part 2! I really hope you enjoyed it. A sad, bittersweet ending. However, I do have an alternate, happier ending on the way so keep an eye out for that! Thank you!

[kimbappykidding]

Imagine being in a fake relationship with Exo's Sehun...but falling for the one and only Park Jihyo

You and Sehun had been best friends for years. You went to the same school and were thrilled that each of you debuted. You both came out to each other as bisexual at 16 and bonded so much over being closeted idols. So much so, your Red Velvet members and Sehun's Exo ones all thought you were dating until you came out to them too. Your members were all so supportive and things were good until Sehun nearly got outed. There were rumours Sehun and another male idol were more than friends and the story was going to be published. Although they had no proof, SM was panicked and Sehun was told to find a solution. When Sehun explained the situation you volunteered to help as his fake girlfriend. You'd be each other's beards and sure you'd both get hate and abuse for "dating" but Sehun wouldn't receive a torrent of homophobic abuse and potentially lose his job so you were happy to help. So SM hurried to take couplex photos of you in staged situations, "leaked" them to a newspaper and your story came out the day before Sehun's fake boyfriend story making it seem like blatant lies. Your story got a lot of attention but SM were supportive and protected you. You didn't read the hate comments and after a few months they they died down.

So things began to stabilise, and then you met the most powerful woman on the planet. Park Jihyo.

To be fair you already knew Jihyo. You were naturally intuned to powerful women in the industry and were a Twice fan of course. So you'd admired Jihyo for some time and then one day your most mischievous members Nayeon and Yeri started talking and realised you two would be perfect together. So they tested the waters with both of you and started setting you up. Of course, Jihyo was confused at first, despite you and Sehun never officially confirming the rumours there had been lots of photos of the two of you on what looked like dates and everyone in the industry knew you were close. However, Yeri assured her you were into girls without giving too much away about your and Sehun's arrangement and Jihyo agreed to a date. She supposed the photos could've been old and since you had good taste (liking her and Sehun) she agreed to the date.

The second Jihyo walked through the door you knew you were in trouble because she was just so your type!

She walked in with her gorgeous jet-black hair straightened and hanging past her shoulders. Her bangs were expertly styled and her makeup looked impeccable. She was in a gorgeous black top and caramel skirt combo making her tanned skin look like it was glowing. She was stunning and you were glad the restaurant was big so you could compose yourself a little before she got to you. "Y/n" she smiled showing off her gorgeous teeth and you rushed to get to your feet "Jihyo hey, it's so nice to see you" you smiled giving her a hug. "You too!" she smiled and you realised her smile was also supermodel-worthy before recalling this was a date and you were here to impress. "Let me get your chair" you said and pulled it out for her. Jihyo looked surprised but happily accepted, seeming pleased with your chivalrous act.

"I've got to say I'm very excited" Jihyo said making you beam. "Are you now?" you asked and she nodded "yes because I have no idea what to expect, I had zero clue you were into girls". You nodded "yeah I'm bisexual and have admired you for a while so when Yeri told me you were also bi I was very happy". Jihyo smiled "it's nice to meet another member of the community, I think there's more of us than we realise". "Oh totally!" you cried "at least 1 in 6 of the population is gay so that's a ton of us idols". Jihyo nodded "yeah statistically there's a lot of us". You nodded "you look beautiful tonight by the way, you always look phenomenal but this...I can't help but feel I've been treated". Jihyo smiled "I did try and put some special effort in just for you" she winked "you also look stunning" she said briefly scanning your body "that red colour on you is delicious". You smiled "thank you, I also tried to play to my strengths tonight" and Jiyho smiled "for little old me?". "There's nothing little or old but yes for you" you replied and then the waiter came, breaking up your flirting.

Your date passed super quickly in a flirty fun blur and after that, you were hooked. You got home from your date literally bouncing and your members made you sit down and tell them everything. They were all ecstatic and as you and Jihyo continued seeing each other and things just started getting better and better they couldn't be happier. However, Irene was the smartest of all of you and came up with a good question, when were you going to tell her about Sehun?

So far you'd managed to avoid talking about him too much. You'd mentioned him in passing a few times, explaining trips you'd taken together etc but never discussed your unofficial partnership. You knew from the start you weren't going to tell Jihyo on the first date, you had to protect Sehun and make sure you could trust Jihyo but now you knew you could and you didn't want things to get awkward. Things started getting more serious between you two, you'd been casually seeing each other for 2 months but wanted to take the next step and become official, so you spoke to Sehun and he agreed you could tell her.

You thought Jihyo knew suspected you were going to ask her to be your girlfriend when you suggested going for a meal in her favourite restaurant as your treat...and she did! The second she saw you'd hired the nice fancy private room she knew something was going to happen. You could tell Jihyo knew from the sexy glances she was sending you and how she kept finding any excuse to grab your hand or brush your leg. You loved how she was clearly as into you as you were with her and after mains decided to explain yourself.

After you made Jihyo laugh you smiled "I love your laugh and so many things about you...you make me so happy Jihyo". She smiled her gorgeous smile and rested her chin on her hand "really?". "Yes!" you said and she laughed again. "It's made me start thinking about us and where I can see this going and honestly there's no worries or hesitation from me. I really like you". Jihyo smiled and took your hand "I like you too Y/n...so hurry up and ask me to be your girlfriend". You laughed, in adoration of her boldness and then took a breath.

"I would of course love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend, but there are some things I want to tell you before you agree to anything". You saw Jihyo sit up taller, bracing herself. She wasn't expecting this and you practically see herself mentally calming herself as she nodded "okay tell me". "So you know that rumour about Sehun and me dating?" you asked. Jihyo went pale "yeah?" she asked nervously. "Well it's not true" you said and Jihyo let out a breath of relief "of thank god because I really thought you were going to say you were married to him or something". You laughed "hah no! So Sehun and I aren't together and don't like each other that way but we did create the rumour on purpose". "Wait what?" Jihyo asked "you made everyone think you were dating...what for? Money? Publicity?". "No nothing like that" you said "see the thing is, Sehun is also bisexual and the week before our relationship was "leaked" the press was going to run an article outing Sehun". Jihyo's jaw dropped "what! Without his permission? That's awful". You nodded "I know right! I couldn't let that happen. Sehun's my best friend and we've known each other since we were kids, he was the first person I ever came out to" you said smiling "so we came up with a solution. We out our fake relationship first and then the newspaper won't be able to run their story without looking like idiots". Jihyo nodded "I totally get that and I think it's really brave you did that for Sehun". You shrugged "he'd do the same for me and like I said, I couldn't let my friend be treated that way. So that's what's going on with us and I wanted you to be aware of it. Neither of us has confirmed it but we do let SM take photos of us together occasionally and have them leaked to keep the rumour credible and protect us both" you explained "so I guess what I'm asking is, are you okay with dating me and the rest of the world thinking I'm with Sehun? Because I won't tell people I'm dating him but I also won't deny it".

Jihyo was quiet for a few seconds before smiling. "Y/n of course it's okay" she smiled "we can't exactly acknowledge our relationship to the Korean public so it's not like it's stopping us. All you're doing is protecting your friend and I still get to call you my girlfriend? Sounds like a great deal to me".

Jihyo calling you her girlfriend made you feel insanely happy and you grinned "so you would like to make this official? To be my girlfriend?". Jihyo nodded "I would" and you smiled "good because I really want to be yours" and kissed her.

From that moment on you were in a committed loving relationship with Jihyo! You loved calling Jihyo your girlfriend and used every opportunity to say it. Jihyo found it so cute and loved how right this felt. You of course had to be careful and couldn't tell all your friends but Jihyo still felt special with you and the privacy was actually quite nice. She'd told her members and all of your members knew so the Red Velvet members would shoot her smiles and smug looks which made her feel seen. You'd come over to the Twice house and spend time with her with her members so she got to act like a couple with you around some of her friends which was nice.

She'd met a few of your friends and knew you were close to Exo of course. You bumped into them on a date night and Sehun came right over to you taking Jihyo by surprise a little. He nodded to her but his eyes were fixed on you and he wasted no time teasing you. He only stayed for about 5 minutes but Jihyo was still shocked. She had no idea the two of you were this close, for him to think nothing of interrupting your date and pulling a chair up to your table and it began to make her suspicious.

She'd spoken to her members about your agreement and then thought it was innocent and actually a pretty nice thing for you to do, which Jihyo agreed with. It was just, sometimes she'd see a headline of you and Sehun at a restaurant together or Sehun with his head on your shoulder and she'd get jealous. She knew it wasn't real but everyone else didn't know that and had just assumed you were together. It was considered a fact now and it bothered her to hear people talking about you as Sehun's girlfriend.

She once heard Balckpink's Jennie mention your relationship to Nayeon and she commented on how cute you and Sehun were. Nayeon froze looking to Jihyo who was similarly startled and Jennie laughed. "Oh come on we all know they're dating. We don't have to pretend they're not. I don't know why they don't just come out and say it". "Maybe they're genuinely not dating?" Nayeon tried "they could just be friends" but Jennie laughed "please! Two insanely hot people with amazing chemistry who spend tons of time together? They've got to at least tried it right?". Afterwards, Nayeon told Jihyo she had nothing to worry about but Jennie's words did stick in her head and caused some doubts because surely she was right? You must've both considered it before.

Jihyo felt like she could ask you any question so she asked you if you'd ever thought about Sehun in that way. You frowned before nodding "kinda, I did wonder if I could like Sehun like that" you admitted and Jihyo's eyes widened until you finished "for like 5 seconds. I think sometimes when you've known someone for so long it's difficult to change your view of them" you explained. "I hear so many female idols calling Sehun sexy and I get he is conventionally attractive and tall but he'll always just be that skinny teenager who ate so much peanut butter he threw up in my mom's car on the way back from a theme park" you said and Jihyo burst out laughing. She realised she had nothing to worry about...at least from you.

Jihyo believed you utterly, she could tell you were a genuine person and trusted you wouldn't lie to her. Plus you didn't have to tell her this, you could've kept quiet about your agreement with Sehun and she'd have been none the wiser. The fact you'd come forward and wanted her to know everything before she got into a relationship made her trust you even more but she didn't trust Sehun because she didn't even know him! You were both bisexual so there was a possibility he was into you and Jihyo was biased but she couldn't see how anyone could spend lots of time with you and not want to make it more. She figured Sehun might like you but could tell you didn't like him back. Maybe this rumour was working for him more than you thought. Jihyo went home and searched through those articles of the two of you and thought he looked far too happy to be wrapped around you. As your girlfriend she was officially suspicious of your fake boyfriend and always one to face a problem head-on, she asked to meet him.

You were very happy for your girlfriend to meet Sehun and took them both out for a meal. Sehun was there when the two of you arrived and he stood up to hug you and then awkwardly paused near Jihyo. "Hi" she said and also hugged him. She was determined to investigate him while also pretending everything was fine and she wasn't onto him. Jihyo was smart and knew not to give the game away or make Sehun suspect her at all and he didn't!

They had a nice 3-course meal and Jihyo was joyful and smiley the whole time. She asked Sehun about his interest and made him laugh a few times. Just before dessert arrived you went to the bathroom and that's when Jihyo decided to strike.

"So do you have any plans for the rest of tonight?" Sehun asked and Jihyo leant in "my only plan is to see what your intentions are towards my girlfriend" she glared. "I'm sorry?" Sehun said, confused how the sweet girl had changed so quickly but Jihyo didn't give him time to process. "Don't play dumb with me pretty boy, you try anything untoward with her and you'll have me to deal with!". "I'd never!" Sehun said and Jihyo nodded "you better hope for your sake that's true" she said "because I won't let anyone creep in on my girlfriend". "I promise I'm not interested in Y/n that way" Sehun said and Jihyo nodded "I know that's what you both say and I believe her, but I see the way you look at Y/n. How your eyes are drawn to her and you smile as soon as she walks in a room". "Yeah because she's my best friend!" Sehun cried but Jihyo just raised an eyebrow "sure you can stick with that story because I don't want to hear anything different. Got it? You hurt Y/n and I'll deal with you". "Okay" Sehun said still a little baffled and then Jihyo smiled widely because you'd returned. Sehun looked at you wondering if to say something but Jihyo shot him a look and she stopped because Jihyo was scary! He knew he did not want to cross her so figured he'd just have to prove to her he wasn't a threat.

Meanwhile, Jihyo was more convinced than ever that she'd caught Sehun in the act and told all the girls that. They believed her and asked what she was going to do next. She planned to keep an eye on Sehun and tell you the second she had anything concrete. The trouble was everything Sehun did made her more suspicious but she knew that wouldn't be enough for you...she needed plain hard proof and that was harder than she thought it would be.

Months ago you'd asked Jihyo what she was doing one weekend in May and she told you nothing and you replied "great!" so she assumed you had plans for the two of them. Which you did but you didn't mention they were with Sehun until the week before. "Why is he throwing a party again?" Jihyo asked as you parked in his driveway. "He just feels like he's going through a lot of changes in his life and wanted to celebrate" you said "he'll explain it better" and Jihyo doubted it. How egocentric did you have to be to throw a party because things were changing? Jihyo would never like Sehun but the good thing is, if he felt things were changing he might do something to reveal his feelings for you and Jihyo would be right there to catch him.

You'd come a little early to help set up but there were a few other people there much to Jihyo's relief. If it was just her, you and Sehun she'd have struggled greatly but some NCT and EXO members were there giving her a buffer from her least favourite maknae. She was thinking about how much better a maknae Tzuzu was than Sehun when you appeared beside her "hey! So all the food's sorted and guests will be arriving now" and the doorbell went as you said it. "Nice" Jihyo nodded "how many are coming?". "Not tons mainly Sehun's closest friends and family" you said and Jihyo eyed the door apprehensively as some people who could only be his family appeared. "It must be nice to be able to throw a party this extravagant for no real need" she said and you tensed. Jihyo noticed how your forehead creased and the slight thinning of your lips as you frowned "well it's not for nothing...as I said Sehun will explain it later and then it will make sense". Jihyo shrugged "maybe" and your frown stayed which annoyed her. She didn't see why you were always on Sehun's side and wondered if there was anything you'd ever disagree with your best friend on. Feeling a bit miffed Jihyo announced she was getting a drink and walked away.

She was happy to be alone in the kitchen when who appeared but Sehun and an elderly woman. "Oh Jihyo" Sehun said jumping "hey, I'm glad you could make it". "Y/n made sure I did" she said to remind him she was the one dating you and also to imply she didn't want to come. Sehun nodded "well I'm glad you're here, this is my grandmother". Jihyo bowed to her and did the polite thing and greeted her. "How do you know each other?" Sehun's grandmother asked and Jihyo jumped in before Sehun could "I'm dating his best friend". "Yeah but we're also friends" Sehun said trying to act cheery and Jihyo hesitated "well I wouldn't go that far, more like acquaintances...it was nice to meet you" she said to Sehun's grandmother and walked from the room.

She went into the living room but saw a framed photo of Sehun so did a U-turn and went out the front door. This was her idea of hell and to make it worse Sehun found her. He came right over to her and she was pleased that for once his happy mask was gone. "Hi" he said "look I just wanted to say, I know you don't like me but I hope after today that will change". "Don't bet on it" Jihyo said and Sehun's forehead creased "Jihyo there's no reason for you to be wary of me and I'm getting a little tired of it". "So?" Jihyo asked "I'm sick of you fluttering around my girlfriend and denying what you're doing". "So we're both unhappy" Sehun said "but we don't have to be, Jihyo if you just gave me a chance..." he started but Jihyo shook her head "I don't want to get to know you Sehun. What I've seen is enough and I'm not falling for this nice guy act you put on" she said gesturing to him "so drop it". Sehun sighed and went to speak when a voice cut in.

"Drop what?" you asked only hearing the last part of the conversation. You smiled thinking some fun teasing might be going on but froze as you saw Jihyo's angry face and Sehun looked upset. "What's going on?" you asked looking between them and Jihyo could practically see you holding yourself back from comforting Sehun. Sehun shook his head and blinked his eyes several times "I think you should tell her Jihyo" he said "because I don't need this, not anymore and not on a day like today" and he stormed away.

"Jihyo what's going on?" you asked and Jihyo was so annoyed. Sehun was painting her as the villain and him as the victim. "Jihyo" you said again and she shook her head "there's no point, you've already made up your mind about who's in the wrong here so there's no point in me even trying". "Jihyo I can see you're upset and I don't think anyone's in the wrong. I just want to know what's upset you so please tell me".

Jihyo took a deep breath and looked at you "Y/n he's into you! Can you really not see it?", "Wait you mean into me into me?" you asked and Jihyo laughed in exasperation and cried "yes! I confronted him on it weeks ago and he denied it but it's so clear! That's why he's been so wary of me he knows I'm onto him". "Jihyo he's really not, I know I told you that I'd considered Sehun in that way for a second but I can assure even if he'd debated it he came to the same conclusion". "But he looks so happy around you, you must notice that?" Jihyo asked "none of the photos look fake and you're both bi so it's possible he secretly has feelings about you". You shook your head "Jihyo trust me Sehun is not harbouring feelings for me". "But how can you know?" she asked and you smiled "because he's engaged to NCT's Johnny!". Jihyo froze "wait what?". "That's what he invited us round to his house for" you said "he asked me not to tell you because he's so protective over Johnny and wanted you two to meet tonight. We've always wanted our partners to get along so he wanted to introduce you to Johnny tonight and then tell everyone the news. Now it actually makes sense why he was so insistent on you being here tonight. He asked me ages ago to make sure you'd be able to come to his and it was because he wanted to prove himself to you".

Jihyo blinked "so he and Johnny...". "That was who the rumours were about all those years ago" you said "they've been together for 4 years now and Sehun proposed 7 months ago. I helped him" you smiled at the memory "they are utterly and truly in love Jihyo so I promise Sehun is not harbouring love for me. There's nobody who can hold a flame to Johnny in his eyes".

Jihyo froze and slowly sunk down until she was sat on the wall in Sehun's front garden. She put her hands to her head and groaned. "Jihyo?" you asked appearing at her side nervously peering at her but she hid her face. "I feel so stupid" she confessed and you went to comfort her. "No don't...it's okay". "But I've been horrible to Sehun this whole time and have been acting so unstable and irrational. I can't believe I was so far off and made such a fool of myself". You went to disagree but she continued. "The truth is I like you a lot okay!" Jihyo said "more than I've ever liked a partner and that's why I saw Sehun as a threat. I know it's no excuse but I'm hyper-vigilant to anything that could take you away from me and I'm making myself sound like a crazy obsessed person right?". "No!" you said "I had no idea you felt like this but you don't sound crazy at all, was there something in particular that upset you?".

"What?" Jihyo asked and you continued "well there must've been something about how Sehun and I acted that made you uncomfortable. What was it?". She shrugged "you didn't do anything Y/n it was me". "I don't believe that" you said sitting next to her "now please just tell me" and then reading her mind you added "I won't think you're silly". Jihyo frowned before explaining how she didn't like how Sehun interrupted your date and was a little intimidated by how far you were willing to go for him. "You both just seem so comfortable acting like a couple that it worries me a little. Your first instinct is always to protect him and put him first so it made me wonder how much room you have for me" she admitted "plus so many people think you're amazing together and it can make me feel like Sehun would be better for you...that you could be happier with him". "That's crazy!" you cried "nobody makes me as happy as you" and Jihyo paused "really?". You nodded "totally! But I realise I might not have done such a good job in showing you that". "No Y/n please don't blame yourself this is all me!" Jihyo said but you shook your head "no don't discount your feelings. I get it you know. I'd feel weird if a guy you were pretending to be dating crashed our date so casually and if the two of you looked so loved up in photos. It's not crazy and it's not fair to you". "But there's nothing you can do so can I be upset with you about it?" Jihyo asked. "Well I think there is something we can do" you said "firstly, I think Sehun and I can stop the charade. It's been a while now plus he's literally getting married so we can ease off it. No more photos plastered all over magazines and I'm going to speak to Sehun about boundaries. Your right, my first instinct as his best friend is to protect him but now I've got someone else to protect and it's not worth helping him if it hurts you". "Really?" Jihyo asked and you nodded "I love Sehun but I love you too!" you said and Jihyo paused as you said you loved her.

You went bright red and Jihyo could tell you meant it but hadn't meant to say it yet so she didn't make a big deal of it. "Thank you Y/n" she said and she leaned into you as you wrapped an arm around her. "If you ever need me Jihyo just tell me" you said "I'm here for you" and Jihyo nodded "I feel that now" and you stayed wrapped up together until Johnny came to find you as they were making the announcement.

You stood together hand in hand as Johnny said the news and the room erupted into happy cheers. Watching how Sehun looked at Johnny, Jihyo realised she had nothing to worry about all along and joined in. Later in the night she found Sehun and Johnny to tell them herself and Sehun smiled as she told him how happy for them she was. "I'm also so sorry" she said to him "I was horrible and never gave you a chance" but Sehun cut her off before she could finish "hey you were just protecting Y/n right? I can never be mad at someone doing that and I know she's got an amazing girl looking out for her. I'll always be grateful for that" he said and Jihyo smiled "I'll always protect her" and Sehun nodded "excellent! and speak of the devil..." as you appeared.

"Talking about me again? They're just obsessed aren't they Johnny?" and he nodded "it must be so hard to be so adored Y/n" he said smirking at you. You grinned and looked between Sehun and Jihyo "is everything okay now?" and they both nodded. "Perfect" you said "because there's so many couples things I want to four of us to do!" You and Johnny, as the planners of the group, started organising them all as Sehun and Jihyo watched. "Guess we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other" Jihyo said and Sehun shrugged "well only when we want to, Y/n spoke to me and I promise I'd give you guys some space. She was always the person I went to when I felt like I was all alone and habits die hard" he explained "but I have so many people who care about me" he said looking around the room "so it's time someone else gets her love and attention and I'm glad it's you". Jihyo smiled "you know with all this charm and compliments...I think we'll get along well Sehun" and he grinned "I know we will Jihyo" and she believed him.

Jihyo attended the wedding 8 months later and couldn't be happier. She'd spent more time with Sehun thanks to you and Johnny and discovered he was actually a decent human being! They had quite a bit in common and were both strong confident personalities and now the only time they argued was at game nights. You'd stuck to your word and the articles about the two of you disappeared and you now had a healthier relationship. Jihyo felt fully supported by you and no longer felt like she was sharing you or vying for your attention. She couldn't be happier and as you danced at Sehun's wedding she thought she'd tell you.

"It's occurred to me all those months ago at Sehun's engagement party, that I never said it back to you". "Said what?" you asked before blushing as you remembered. "You don't have to say it" you assured her but Jihyo shook her head "but I want to". "I've had a few partners who promised me the world and couldn't deliver but not you. You're so genuine and honest with me. You listened to me when I was doubting myself and worked to change things so I'd be happier. You love and care for me but also make me a better person and help me to grow. I'm not only happier with you but feel all my emotions more authentically and I feel like I should buy Nayeon and Yeri a car for suggesting you for me" she smiled making you laugh. "I'm so happy you're in my life Y/n and I love you" Jihyo said and you blinked letting the worlds soak over you and then smiled "I love you too...but you already knew that" and kissed her as tears escaped down your cheek.

His timing always perfect, this was when Sehun appeared and he gaped "Y/n you're not crying because I'm married now are you?". "No you idiot!" you cried laughing as Jihyo hugged you. "Yeah I actually know why you're crying" Sehun smiled and you looked at him "what how?" and saw his eyes go to Jihyo. "You two planned this?" you asked and Jihyo nodded "I knew I wanted to tell you and got Sehun's advice. He said you always love that scene in Anastasia where her and Dimitri are dancing in the ballroom and how romantic it is so I thought I'd recreate that" Jihyo said and you beamed "you two are the best!" and they nodded and said "we know" at the same time. The two burst into laughter and you watched them feeling so loved and protected.

You had the best friend in Sehun and the best girlfriend in the world in Jihyo! You weren't going to lose either of them anytime soon and you knew in that moment, you wanted something like this for you and Jihyo, you wanted her to be your wife someday but that was something for the future. Tonight you just wanted to dance with the beautiful girl who loved you and so you danced the night away.

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Happy Bisexual Awareness Week!!!

It doesn't start until tomorrow but I thought this imagine would be a perfect way to celebrate the holiday. I know gay marriage isn't legal in South Korea (way to bum out Bisexual Awareness Week huh?) but that seemed so horrible to me that I'm just going to re-write Korean history and pretend it is.

Also (and I hope this goes without saying) I am not assuming anyone's sexuality and the pairings in this were completely random. If you're offended by this, you're the problem.

Have a great week :)

[three-dee-ess]

going on a deepdive into 3DS/DS purikura games

I saw this image on a tumblr post and I wanted to look for the original source (so I could properly credit the person and to find out what game it was):

I couldn't find the original, however, I did find this yahoo ask asking what game it was.

The person answering seemed to think it was a hello kitty game, likely because of the hello kitty sticker used to cover the face of the person taking the selfie, but it's clearly one that was added after the photo of the DS was taken, it's not a sticker that exists within that software.

As you can see here, it seems to be a piece of hello kitty fanart- it's not official art, and therefore not featured in the game. This helps with my search a bit.

Also, I believe this is a 3DS title, not a DSI/DS one like the person above suggested- the "select" button in the home menu is the same as the o3DSXL's. This suggests this game was published BEFORE the n3DS series was released.

I remembered playing a game in the past called "Sanrio Picross" that had some purikura elements, however, that game doesn't allow you to edit photographs, and upon looking at them side by side, the UI is completely different.

I googled "3DS purikura game" (purikura being the Japanese word for photo booth) and the only result was "Sparkle Snapshots." From what I could see, the 3DS title didn't have UI that matched either. I decided to look up the DSI game as a last ditch effort into this line of thinking and I didn't find anything.

I did find a screenshot of the title screen on khinsider VGM and the title song goes HARD.

It doesn't seem like this is a purikura game, (or at least not solely), so my research must continue. The next thing I looked into was the UI. I know some Japanese, not very much, but enough to read some basic katakana.

Under the X button it says "Zoom." The L button seems to say "Erase Button."

And it seems that R and A also say "Erase Button." Start obviously says "Menu" It seems like this is a very basic game.

For the bottom screen, it was taken at an angle and it contains some Kanji, so I put it through some photo editing to make it easier to read.

Typing that into google translate I got "Saved! Do you continue doodle?" (and then obviously yes/no)

The phrasing of doodle is interesting. This implies it could be an art program, like the yahoo commenter suggested earlier.

Searching up 3DS art programs doesn't really help me, and coloring games doesn't work either...

My last resort is to go through every 3DS game released in japan, (since we already have a copy of every game ever released for the 3DS online...) However, before I do that, I'm going to look for this image some more.

I found it running rampant on pinterest...

No one else seems to know what it is either LOL.

However, the version on pinterest is significantly higher quality!

Next step, finding more games. I simply need to try to find MORE games. Because I know what the UI looks like, it shouldn't be too hard.

I'll run this search again and just scroll till I see a new lead...

Oh, that was quick!

I found a series called "minna no" which seems to be similar to the "imagine" series in the US- just kind of children's shovelware that never got translated to english.

I ran a search for みんなの (Minna no) on google and...

Huh that sounds familiar... oh my god.

OH MY GOD.

It'S THE SAME FUCKING GAME THE GUY FROM EARLIER WAS TALKING ABOUT. The one I dismissed entirely because it was a DSi title and the game's UI wasn't DSi? It was a 3DS title.

The best part about all of this... the best part about all of this... the UI doesn't even match at all. I went full circle and just accidentally proved this guy completely wrong.

I checked the rest of the minna no games, and yup, no dice. It's some other title.

Next up, I looked at Girls RPG Cinderella Life, mostly because it kept coming up over and over during my research- and holy shit their website is adorable.

Their website is an accessibility nightmare, but it's absolutely adorable. If you are into web design at all, I'd recommend checking it out.

super cute!! looking through the website only proves to me though that this is not the game we are looking for though, so let's move on.

Okay okay okay, how about... JS GIRL: Doki Doki Model Challenge?

Found some information about it.... oh shit there's a camera function?

Dammit... Doesn't look anything like the image.

WAIT WAIT WAIT. A photo decoration option??????

While trying to find more images I found out the game was in this pretty holographic packaging. God I'm jealous. More games should do this.

Either way I can't seem to find any images on this, so it's going on the list of possible candidates. And While looking up this game, I found more under the same artstyle that also might be culprits.

While trying to find more information, I realized how many of these games there are. And also how many of them I have played in the past, lol.

I've been a big fan of Style Savvy (AKA Girls Mode) and I've tried out Girls Fashion Shoot, which was an english translation from a different game series about becoming a model.

Yet another knocked off the list!

By extension, the second game is also knocked off the list.

Another model game- this one called Neco*Petit Girls Runway. Another dud, but also very cute.

Pretty Rhythm series seemed to have a camera function but it didn't line up with the UI shown in the screen either.

If anyone has any more ideas or lists of games, please tell me below! I need to take a break from researching this, and I'll need to play some of that JS model game from earlier, since I doubt anyone has used the photo function during a youtube Let's Play, but based on the UI, I sincerely doubt that it's the one we are looking for.