#shes behind a couple brand social medias

[johnnycrass]

social media is so unserious to me. sorry. its also so paper thin lol it has less impact than when a kid at work shows me their drawing..... im watching my friend rebrand this famous company and household name in our state and its like wow ok. so all social media is just staged? its just a girl with a stanley cup on zoom pulling the strings behind this major corporation?? its the wendy's twitter account ... times a thousand... its so unserious to me yet you can potentially make money from it. but it isn't serious to me sorry i would post my ass on here if i was more proud of it. not yet i need to cycle more :///

[aquamarixx]

breaking the internet

chapter two Hiori discovers Miss Journalist might be a loyal fan of his — and learns the hard way that stalking someone on Winstagram can quickly get complicated. blue lock longfic series pairing hiori yo x reader contains slow slow slow burn, post blue lock timeskip, afab!reader angst, fluff, very hiori yo centric piece, reader is big hiori fangirl i guess masterlist taglist

A few days later, Hiori noticed Bastard München’s group chat buzzing on his way to training. In just a couple of days, your article he had stumbled upon gained traction, spreading quickly among fans and media circles.

To his surprise, the team’s marketing team seized the opportunity to reshape the narrative to their advantage. They shared the article on the team’s official social media account, tagging you, with the caption: “Big W, thanks @/yn_offthepage for the awesome feature! We appreciate the support and dedication from all fans as we push forward this season. Don’t count us out yet!”

The reaction was immediate and electric. Fans who had been hesitant—some even critical—now rallied behind the team. Comments flooded in, sparking a renewed sense of hope for the Kaiser-less Bastard München. It was as if your article had breathed life back into a disheartened fanbase, bringing a spark of energy and support that the team badly needed.

By mid-day, another notification caught Hiori’s attention—a link to an old podcast clip that had resurfaced from an episode a few weeks prior to the start of the season. He opened it, surprised to see that you had been a featured guest in Anri Teieri and Ego Jinpachi’s Japanese Football Association podcast show.

The video began with the three of you sitting around a cluttered table with JFA signage and merch. Anri wore her usual JFA-branded polo shirt, and Ego wore a dark dress shirt paired with his signature bolo tie. 

You, however, were dressed more casually this time—casual but sporty. You donned a simple oversized tracksuit jacket and pants, with your messy bun adding an almost charming touch to your appearance. Your cheeks were lightly dusted with blush, and somehow looked radiant under the studio’s lights.

The podcast attracted attention quickly, and for good reason. The topic of discussion? The top three teams to watch that season. When Anri posed the question to you, Hiori hadn’t been prepared for your bold and quick response: Bastard München. The choice raised an eyebrow from Ego, who clearly hadn’t been expecting it.

In the next few seconds, you defended your choice with a blend of sharp analysis and an unexpected warmth. 

“Bastard München may have their flaws,” you explained, “but this season is about more than just winning. They’re rebuilding, and that means everyone now has a chance to shape the team’s dynamics in a way we haven’t seen before. It’s exciting because of how the team chooses to play things out this season can make or break them.”

As Hiori watched the clip, he couldn’t suppress a slight smile. The way you spoke about Bastard München struck a chord.

Your words weren’t just empty praise. They held conviction, a belief in their potential that was oddly reassuring. It reminded him of why he played, of the love for the game that had gotten buried under expectations and pressure.

“Think of it this way,” you continued, “just like in the Blue Lock project, players are forged through fire and brimstone, transforming into better versions of themselves. But this time, it’s not just individuals. It’s a whole team, shaping their destiny together. Aside from snide fan remarks, the only limiting factor to their potential growth is themselves, with the season a ticking time bomb hovering over their heads. This is where real egoists evolve.”

Not many sports personalities, especially journalists, would have taken the risk of showing open support for a team with uncertain prospects.

She a Noel Noa fan? he wondered.

Regardless, he hadn’t expected to feel that weight behind your statement, but something about it felt... right. 

At practice later that day, the clip had gone fully viral. So viral that the team’s sly marketing team couldn’t resist showing it to the squad. And like clockwork, during their break, Coach Noa and the marketing manager flagged down the sweaty athletes and gathered them in the locker room to watch the podcast clip.

The team crowded around the big TV, and as they watched, Hiori felt the atmosphere shift. The weight of their previous defeats seemed to lift. Your public support for Bastard München—the way you called them the team to watch out for this season—was like kindling to their dying embers. 

Even without looking at each other, they can feel that there’s a newfound determination settling within them. Even Greisner’s grumpy self got visibly pumped, his potty mouth running nonstop, but in a good way.

Watching his teammates respond to the clip reaffirmed what he’d felt earlier. But it was Hiori who felt the impact the most. Your conviction, your words, as if everything was directed to him.

This wasn’t just about the praise; it was about being seen, understood, in a way he hadn’t known they needed. Your words had done more than lift him; they’d awakened the fire within the entire team, making them feel, for the first time in a while, like they were exactly where they were meant to be.

But what surprised Hiori was the next clip that Coach Noa played.

The clip showed Anri bringing out an exaggeratedly large whiteboard titled “Ego’s Top Player Watch List”.

It showed a list of the top ten players to watch this season, paired with a comically drawn cartoon face of a player beside their name. It listed high-profile names and football stars everyone was expecting to see. The usual suspects—Julian Loki, Michael Kaiser, Shidou Ryuusei, the Itoshi Brothers—were all there.

But you interrupted Ego’s explanation mid-sentence.

“Not to be rude, but this looks like a ‘super fan’s’ wet dream.”

The team erupted in laughter. Hiori could hear Anri snort in the background, trying to cover it up with a cough after getting a stink eye from Ego himself.

Even Coach Noa couldn’t help himself, letting out a low chuckle at that unfiltered comment about his former brother-in-arms.

The camera panned to Ego, whose face was now a mix of curiosity and provocation. Through gritted teeth, he said, emphasizing every syllable of every word, “Is that so? What makes you say that, Y/N-chan?"

Realizing how rude that sounded, you bowed profusely, the tips of your ears red from the embarrassment. “I’m sorry! That came out wrong!”

“What I mean is, these are the players that football fanboys usually rattle off,” you said, catching yourself a bit too late. You just called Ego a fanboy. You winced but pressed on.

“These are the stereotypical names everyone expects to hear. But there are so many others who are just as impactful in their own way. Players like Nanase Nijiro, Niko Ikki, Agi, Miroku Darai, Alexis Ness …”, and for a second, you visibly, faltered, hesitating.

But you continued with a smile, “... and Hiori Yo, to name a few.”

“Oooh, that’s some hot take you’ve got there, Y/N-chan.” Anri laughed. “Also, two players from Bastard München?”

“So I’m guessing your favorite player is from the German club then?” Ego pried as he erased names on the board to replace them with Alexis Ness, Agi, and Hiori Yo’s names.

“Is it that obvious?” You chuckled. “Actually, let me show you.”

The team’s eyes were glued to the screen as you started unzipping your tracksuit jacket and revealed a Bastard München black jersey with the big bold gold number on the front.

Jersey number 23.

Hiori Yo’s jersey number.

His jersey.

“Ooooh!” The team erupted in laughter and teasing as they eyed Hiori, who was clearly stunned by the sudden reveal.

And it didn’t stop there.

“He’s a strategist both on and off the field. A true genius." You leaned forward, eyes bright with conviction.

“Everyone’s always focused on the strikers, but for me, midfielders steal the show. Playmaking is the heart of football; without midfielders to anchor the team, you’d just have chaos and confusion. Don’t get me wrong, I love the excitement that forwards like Julian Loki bring. But midfielders like Hiori Yo have their own kind of charm, a different thrill.” 

Your voice softened, your gaze momentarily distant, as if lost in thought. “There’s something mesmerizing about the way they read the game, anticipating moves before anyone else sees them. They make football more dynamic, more unpredictable. What’s not to like, right?”

You paused, catching your breath, and glanced around, realizing you rambled on. Anri and Ego exchanged amused glances, clearly entertained by your enthusiasm. Hiori watched as you tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, cheeks flushed as if you'd suddenly remembered you weren't alone.

It was clear you’d been watching him closely, noticing the subtleties of his play that often went unnoticed. And for a moment, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.

As the clip ended, the locker room broke out in playful whistles, the whole Bastard München jeering at Hiori. Grins and knowing looks flew his way, as they egged him on this surprising development.

“Look at you, Hiori,” Ndiaye teased, nudging him. “Got yourself a fangirl.”

Hiori felt his cheeks grow warm as he tried to hide a small smile. But something stirred within him. Was it validation? Recognition? He couldn’t quite tell.  

“Who wouldn’t like Hiori? He’s, like, the ultra-sadist.” Isagi laughed as he elbowed Hiori on the side.

“Ah, shaddap, that was ages ago,” Hiori laughed, shoving him back. “But this ultra-sadist ain’t passin’ to ya if ya play like crap next match!”

“Damn, so cruel, so mean, Hiori.” Kunigami said.

“Guess it’s just my charm, eh?” Hiori grinned as he gracefully dodged a playful jab from a pouty, jealous Igarashi.

“Lucky! I’d kill for a fan in the press, so unfair.” Raichi groaned, casting a jealous look at Hiori.

Theo Sachs draped his arm around Raichi and said, “I doubt Miss Y/N would even write about you, even if you’re the master striker. You gotta be smart, not a smartass.”

“Plus, if we’re judging the team, you’d probably come in just above Igarashi at the bottom.” Yukimiya chimed in, laughing. “Even Gagamaru’s got a better shot at landing a cute fan.” Gagamaru simply huffed in smug satisfaction.

A loud clap broke their chaos as they heard Coach Noa clear his throat. “Alright, that’s enough. This is good publicity, yes, but remember, this puts all eyes on us for the next few matches. So don’t slack off. We’ve got a chance to prove them wrong, and I expect every one of you to play like it.”

The team erupted in shouts and cheers, clearly energized by the encouragement in the video. It might not have seemed like much, but having someone voice their confidence in Bastard Munchen out there for everyone to see lifted their spirits and boosted morale in a way they hadn’t expected. 

Football players are so single-minded, Hiori chuckled to himself.

The team dispersed as Coach Noa dismissed them with a wave, nodding with certainty at Hiori before heading to the field. The rest of the team scattered, eager to enjoy the rest of their break before afternoon training resumed.

He watched them go, but his mind lingered on the clip and on you.

Hiori felt a strange warmth unfurl in his chest. You weren't focused on the typical names, the usual flashy strikers; you spoke about the heart of the game, the grind, the transformation.

And when you mentioned the midfielders—the players who built the game from the ground up, who connected every move and controlled the chaos on the field—it felt like you were talking directly to him.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had seen that side of his role, had recognized the way he approached the game. He felt seen—not for his skill or his stats, but for the way he played, for the choices he made on the field.

This wasn’t validation from his parents or praise from a coach. This was different. It was like a piece of himself he’d almost forgotten was gently being uncovered again. And in that moment, Hiori realized he wasn’t just another player on the field. He was Hiori Yo, a player with his own way of seeing the game—and you understood it.

Hiori replayed the clip, slipping on his earphones as he sank onto an empty bench under the shade. He let the image of you in his jersey burn into the back of his mind. And that smile.

This feels damn good, huh?

It was strange. Most people dismissed his approach to the game as too quiet, too calculated. But you understood it, and that understanding warmed him from the inside out, like a light he didn’t want to fade.

Without a thought, he checked your Winstagram account he had bookmarked. He scrolled down further before stopping as he spotted the picture he had been looking for. He clicked on it, and it showed him a carousel of images from that podcast episode. He did linger a little longer on a candid photo of you in his jersey.

He tried to zoom in, double tapping the image. “Ah, shit.” he muttered, as a heart-shaped “like” notification popped up instead.

In a panic, his fingers moved before he could even think about it. His heart raced as he tapped it continuously, unliking it, then tapped it again, liking it once more.

He froze, realizing that what he had done probably made things worse.

“Well… no goin’ back now, huh?” With a soft chuckle, he hit the follow button before stashing his phone in his bag and jogging back to the field, a smile playing on his lips.

While in the middle of researching a story, you were drenched in sweat as your phone blew up with notifications. The JFA podcast going viral definitely wasn’t on your to-do list today. While the clip's popularity was undoubtedly a career boost for a budding sports journalist like you, the attention was overwhelming.

Many praised you for your insightful take on the team and Hiori, but others labeled you an overzealous fan, clinging to idealistic views. As you scrolled through the messages and comments, a creeping anxiety settled in. 

Was your conviction really misplaced? Maybe you should’ve just mentioned PXG, like the other “normal” fans.

Instead, you had blurted out your admiration for Bastard Munchen—and, to make it worse, wore the jersey of your favorite player on camera.

What was I thinking, showing that off in a recorded video? So stupid.

As you scrolled further, a few off-the-rails comments caught your eye: 

When she talked about Hiori, she gloooowed.

Hiori Yo's biggest fangirl confirmed?

Your face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and something else, something unexpected. You quickly swiped past the post, your heart pounding. Was it really that obvious? The beating in your chest wouldn't go away.

Your moment of procrastination was interrupted by a series of Winstagram notifications popping up on your screen.

hioyi_yo23 liked a post. hioyi_yo23 liked a post. hioyi_yo23 started following you.

“Shit. Shit, shit shit shit shit. What now?!” You choked on your iced latte and scrambled to open the notification.

You couldn’t tell if the universe was playing some twisted prank on you. Because when you saw what photo Hiori Yo—Bastard Munchen’s midfielder, jersey number 23, THE HIORI YO HIMSELF—had liked, it felt like the entire world had just shifted on its axis.

It was your photo, wearing his jersey. He saw. He watched the clip. And he knew your Winstagram account.

Wait—did he like it and un-like it?

You quickly opened his profile, you fingers trembling. His account was a stark contrast to yours. There was barely anything personal—just a handful of Bastard Munchen-related posts, a few photos of teammates and friends, and some glimpses of his personal life, like the computer games he played or events he attended.

Everything was cryptic, like the man himself, showing only fragments of his life.

“Well, here goes nothing,” you muttered, butterflies exploding in her stomach as you tapped the follow button.

You stared at the screen for a moment, holding you breath. A smile tugged at your lips as you read it again: hiori_yo23 follows you.

author's notes: after so many revisions, it's finally done! i rewrote this chapter and it turned out longer than i expected. but i wanted to show both hiori and reader felt, their internal thoughts and feelings. a friend (who hasn't read or seen blue lock) has been helping me with proofreading. i was pretty happy because he said, he's liking hiori's character and how the slow burn is unfolding. anyway, i hope you guys enjoyed it! lemme know what you guys think!

[ravenadottir]

islanders' data and anecdotes if they were honest:

SEASON 1

❝ main character ❞ she's the only one that makes any sense

❝ allegra ❞ 24, swansea, cocktail entrepreneur, the public loves to hate her

❝ erikah ❞ 20, norwich, jobbing actor, she changes, every guy will be the love of her life until a new guy comes around

❝ jen ❞ 22, london, fashion blogger, the equivalent of a piece of paper until she couples up with someone for clout

❝ talia ❞ 23, watford, music journalist, she's the only one everyone agrees is the best person here

❝ jake wilson ❞ 29, preston, chef, chicken shit that waits way too long to say something

❝ mason❞ 24, romford, musician and underwear model, if "this could've been an email" was a person

❝ miles ❞ 22, glasgow, carpenter, not interesting enough to remember. also tattoo

❝ tim ❞ 23, truro, dj, alright, we'll allow it

❝ jasper ❞ 26, kingston, financial advisor, straight to the bin

❝ levi ❞ 26, manchester, professional water polo player, sock balls

❝ rohan ❞ 23, wolverhampton, psychology student, he joined the villa and that's pretty close to the circus. also, see "injustice"

❝ cherry❞ 20, suffolk, west end performer, try hard

❝ reese taylor ❞ 22, birmingham, newsagent by day, professional wrestler at weekends, revolting lack of personality

❝ sammi ❞ 22, london, graphic designer and artist, the definition of 'wasted potential"

❝ lucy ❞ 25, bristol, “adventurer”, *snake sounds*

❝ returning miles ❞ 22, glasgow, carpenter, we still don't care

❝ returning jasper ❞ 22, kingston, financial advisor, at least we found out he has a pet snake

SEASON 2

❝ hope ❞ 26, london, brand ambassador, '‘voted “most likely to be the center of the drama because she puts herself there"

❝ lottie ❞ 24, melbourne, makeup artist, i have one personality trait and that's all you're gonna get

❝ main character ❞ she should change her name to 'girl #5'

❝ hannah ❞ 21, st. albans, social media assistant, she went home really soon because she was so shy, we're sure that's not gonna bite anyone in the face

❝ marisol ❞ 24, portsmouth, law student, talks too much/says nothing at all

❝ gary rennell ❞ 23, chatham, crane operator, SLUT

❝ noah ❞ 25, romford, librarian, QUIET SLUT

❝ rocco ❞ 21, belfast, owns a “cocktails and cronuts” food truck, LYING SLUT

❝ ibrahim ❞ 22, birmingham, gold player, SHY SLUT

❝ bobby mckenzie ❞ 24/26, glasgow, hospital caterer, does impressions and bakes some stuff

❝ priya ❞ 29, manchester, estate agent, should've noticed she's bi during the fucking season

❝ henrik ❞ 23, isle of wight, climbing and wilderness survival instructor, shiny and dumb/smooth brain/nothing behind those eyes

❝ lucas koh ❞ 27, oxford, physiotherapist, yes

❝ chelsea ❞ 23, buckinghamshire, interior decorator, there's pink and there's champagne

❝ jakub zabinski ❞ 25, rochdale, personal trainer and fitness model, real life mutant ninja turtle but like white

❝ elijah ❞ 26, watford, hairdresser and model, he's there and then he's not

❝ felix ❞ 21, rotherham, nightclub promoter, annoying little cousin that grows up to be the annoying little virgin at the club

❝ kassam ❞ 26, new castle, techno dj, if you blink you might miss him

❝ graham ❞ 23, devon, commercial fisherman, ginger thanos

❝ arjun ❞ 24, norwich, dog groomer and influencer, "where's my hug?" kind of guy

❝ carl ❞ 29, dublin, tech entrepreneur, he's almost learning how not to sound like a robot

❝ shannon ❞ 24, dublin, professional poker player, "you'll forgive how annoying she can be because of her body"tactics, players, poker analogies all the time"

❝ blake ❞ 22, kensington, if you blink you won't miss her because she's so goddamn annoying

❝ elisa ❞ 22, london, social media influencer, the human form of a gear shift because of all the blame she shifts

❝ jo ❞ 23, cheshire, bmx racer, was here for only three days and it was still too long

❝ returning henrik ❞ 23, isle of wight, climbing and wilderness survival instructor, absolutely not the same person and it gets worse

❝ returning lucas ❞ 27, oxford, still a physiotherapist, "toxic fucks"

❝ returning hannah ❞ now 22, st. albans, she resented lottie so much she became her

[joshiji-darling]

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kwon suin masterlist

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ࣪. basics ୭ ˚. ᵎ

birth name: kwon suin 권수인

birth date: 1995..14..02

birthplace: goyang, gyeonggi province, south korea

residence: nonhyeon-dong, gangnam-gu, seoul

occupation: celebrity, artist, singer, dancer, producer, founder&director of Darling Entertainment

nationality: korean - greek (dual- nationality)

ethnicity: korean

languages: english, korean, french, greek, italian, japanese, chinese

height: 170cm

weight: 45kg

blood type: O+

partner: doh kyungsoo (exo's D.O)

status: married

mbti: infj

debut: 2007

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ࣪. career ୭ ˚. ᵎ

history:

2007 - duo group 'darling (달링)' with shin ryeonha (신련하)

2012 - debuts as a soloist

2015 - debuts with seventeen

2016 - debuts as an actress in descendants of the sun

position in seventeen: co-leader, main vocalist, producer, lead dancer, visual,

suin's/ 'darling's fandom: dearest (디어에스트)

her emojis: 🐋🪼🪸🪷🍡🌊🪐🎀🧸🫧🖇🩰

social media: @sususuinkw.n

weverse: @sususuinnova

brand ambassador: graff,, patek philippe,, dior,, alexandar mcqueen,, hermès,, van cleef& arpels,, brunello cucinelli,, bottega veneta

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ࣪. trivia ୭ ˚. ᵎ

she is seventeen's co-leader, meaning she shares the leader position with s.coups. this was because she was elected as leader by all the members and the company, but suin felt that s.coups would make a great leader, so they comprimised by having themn both leaders

she is the oldest member in seventeen and is their senior as she debuted in 'darling' in 2007

some of her nicknames include; original visual,, blueprint,, the trend,,original ace,, nation's center,, nation's daughter,, miss korea, korea's voice,,

she is a-list celebrity in hollywood, not just in korea

she was under a company called 'whipser' when she was active in 'darling' and for her solo career, then pledis was bought into her company. but in 2019, suin left whisper and started her own company named 'darling entertainment' after her group.

meaning she is the founder and director of the company

she is the creator of aespa

seventeen, ateez, aespa, btob, day6, and taemin are now under Darling Entertainment

she produces 80% of seventeen's songs alongside woozi, but she produces 100% of her own songs

she is the most credited artist, and the youngest artist to be awarded that title. she has credit for 600+ of her own songs, not included songs she produced for others.

she is the most known and recognized name in the korean industry

"if you don't know kwon suin in korea, you are a spy"

she is the hidden ace of going seventeen, she rivals jeonghan

she bought a multi-million penthouse in korea and she has another penthouse and vacation house in greece

she created the trends in kpop (not including her fashion influence); photocards, lightsticks, fansite, fansigns, fansign calls, fancams, idol content, tiktok challenges, singing osts, random dance, having lore, ending fairy, dance breaks, highlight medley, brand ambassador, dance practice, behind the scene videos, encore, personalised in-ears and mic, western collabs,

she popularized idols appearing in variety shows by appearing on "running man" and boosting their ratings

she was the first idol to have 'pre-releases' and an intro and outro track

she has an emotional support spoon

she was an ivf baby

she was the first idol to be a "new years couple" (when dispatch reveals couples on new years ykyk)

her ears go red when shes shy

she made the name 'carats' for the fandom

she concerts usually lasts for 4-6hrs, but once she had a 9hr concert and still didnt finish her entire discography

locals: "i don't know kpop, but i know suin and bts"

she is unfortunately the female idol that has been in the most danger

her newest nickname is "idol with the most aura"

and yes, suin and kyungsoo are married, they married in 2019, kyungsoo proposed in 2018, and they announced their relationship and engagement in the mv for "only" which even included their proposal video

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[am-i-interrupting]

Velvet— One Author; Two Show Hosts Headcanons

One Author; Two Show Hosts is a Vox x Alastor’s Child Reader series. Essential knowledge: you and Vox are married by the point Velvette comes to Hell. Reader is a POC with curly hair.

Bonus: Playlist

Velvette started off her time in hell working as a costume designer. She starts off with a small business and a couple of workers, mostly overworking herself to stay on schedule.

You figure out about her while looking for a new designer for your theater.

For several months, you’re Velvette’s highest paying client.

Over time she realizes that you’re actually a fun person to bitch and gossip with. When she lets something slip about Hell being behind on technological advances, you introduce her to Vox.

This leads to Vox trying to contract her but she wises one up on him and suggests they be business partners instead.

She doesn’t do much with the technology programming and whatnot but she does have at least a general idea on how things worked and gives that information to Vox.

Soon she goes from a small business to having her own distinguishable fashion brand.

You’re still her favorite costumer though.

She makes all the costumes for your shows herself and makes sure everyone knows it.

It doesn’t take long for her to move into your and Vox’s tower.

She has a love hate relationship with Vark.

Sometimes they get along swell and are cuddled up on the couch together. Other times he’s drooling on her clothes or chewing on them and she does not respond well.

Speaking of clothes say goodbye to your wardrobe freedom. She is going through it and everything she hates in a kindle.

She will not get rid of your true vintage unless it’s absolutely atrocious. She’s a fashion girlie. She knows everything comes back in fashion eventually and with the rise of social media, that time comes around quickly.

She will collab with you in order to make you fashionable but you clothing.

Beauty is pain but she doesn’t want you to hate what you wear. You only look like a bad bitch if you feel like it.

Better practice your runway walk because you will be modeling your exclusive line.

If she catches you wearing clothes someone else made (with perhaps an exception if it’s vintage or made by Rosie because she, unfortunately, has to accept that you’re friends with Rosie) prepare for an Edna Mode type blow up over it.

Also, your privacy? Yeah, that’s a bit gone too.

She’s not outright mean but she is willing to playfully embarrass you on social media.

You know that “Hey, wake up, sleepy head!” vine? She’s done that to you and Vox.

She will throw shit at you and Vox if you’re being too lovey dovey.

Makes constant old people/old married couple jokes about you and Vox.

Vox makes short people jokes in retaliation. Then gets something thrown at his head from behind. Looks back, remembers you and Velvette are close in height. Shuts up real fast.

Velvette is absolutely soul crushed the first time she sees you have curly hair because. . . What the fuck? It’s so pretty! How dare you!

She vlogs your entire curly hair journey, undoing years of damage.

Vox just lets you do your thing on hair wash/styling days. Does not get involved because you both become so focused he’s kind of scared what will happen if he breaks it.

Doing each others hair while watching shitty Hell-a-Novelas.

Yelling at the TV when people do something stupid.

Absolutely gossiping and shit talking people all day. Like no one else’s business.

Velvette taking so many pictures to post when you’re done.

Overall, Vox gets a new business partner, you get a new bitching partner. Win win, right?

[jealousmartini]

"Haven't you ever seen skin like mine?" A vault

Skin clarity + glow | Skin tone | skin clarity

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⋆.˚ Skin clarity .𖥔˚

My skin is just so clear and beautiful, I can't help staring and feeling it. I am just in awe at how wonderfully blessed I am to be born with such perfect ideal skin. It is so gorgeously smooth, and while its firmness keeps me looking young and perfect, it is still supple and has a slight bounce to the touch.

I mean my skin is so perfect some friends ask me what brand of skin care I use to get my skin so even and glowing like it does, but truth be told.. genetics and positive assumptions about myself I guess😭?? I've never had any reason to use skin products because my skin has always been naturally flawless, and ive never had any reason to doubt myself because literally look at me- i am the proof. That's just my nature. But every now and then, I'll get gifted high-quality skin korean care sets and expensive most wanted skin moisturisers with the most delicious and entising scents by my mum "just in case" but also because the process is fun😋

It's also so fun being able to eat whatever I want without ever having to worry about my skin because nothing could ever affect its perfectness. I just eat what I want, and the after-effects are like a couple of crumbs on my lips and still looking pretty😭

But some people do be jealous tho🙄. "There is no way she can eat what she likes and still look that good" one says and "what about the acne? Has she even gotten a spot once?" another says. And it's even better when I post pictures or videos cus haters really be out here doing there best to convince themselves and everyone around them (like the clowns they are) that skin is impossible to look that perfect and it HAS to be makeup or it HAS to be a filter or she MUST have gotten some surgery of a kind and they all couldn't be more wrong lmao. I just be existing and nothing else and i am just that naturally radiant😂

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⋆.˚ Skin colour.𖥔˚

I've had people pointing out how dewy and golden like my skin is like all my life and I never even thought about it until now. Well, I kind of always knew that I have the most gorgeous, jaw dropping skin colour that ranged between a deep caramel tan in the light and like a golden brown in the dark; I've even been accused of bleaching my skin to get a lighter tone once but how would that even make any sense when my tone changes slightly due to lighting?😭😭 But anyway other than that one person I've been getting remarkable amounts of compliments both in person and on social media about how glorious my skin colour looks. It's kind of overwhelming but ive been fighting though it.

skin colour in the dark | skin colour in bright lightings

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1 dimple is ♡shaped | I sweat= I shimmer | cutest mole marks

⋆.˚ Unique features.𖥔˚

— Glittery skin when I sweat

I have a rare phenomenon that only 0.0001 in the entire human population have, with my skin where if I am to sweat, my skin will have a light glittery coat. Scientists have recently come to find out that the glittery coat left behind by the sweat is a natural skin protecting barrier. This is incredibly useful for preventing skin problems like rashes, strawberry skin, and uneven skin texture. Scientists have not found a name for this yet (im scientists and don't know what to call it)

— ♡Shaped Dimple

Another rare phenomenon for people to get is dimples. Only 0.01 of the entire human population have dimples, and an even smaller number of people (me) have a heart-shaped dimple. There is nothing scientific about this tho, it's just fun to look at

— Beauty marks / moles

I have a couple of cute beauty marks on my body and face. Also somewhat rare, somewhat not lol. Nothing more to add😊

@theshifterbear @livingmydreamlife5555 @4ellieluv

This was lowkey entertaining to script especially the unique features one too. ONTO THE NEXT!

[writingduhh]

heyooo!! do u mind spewing some words for isaac x additional member of tgc, fem!reader?? thank uuuu 💗

I would absolutely looooveeee toooo

OMG YESSSSSS hope this is what you were wanting :)

▷ You’re the wildcard of the group in the best way. You’re just as chaotic as the rest, but you also have moments where you keep everyone grounded.

▷ The boys see you as family. They tease you constantly but also fiercely protect you, especially if trolls or haters try to come at you online.

▷The Fans love how funny and relatable you are, as well as down-to-earth . Comments often saying, “She’s literally perfect, how did Isaac pull her?”

▷ Your banter with the boys is top-tier entertainment. You give as good as you get, roasting them just as hard as they roast you.

▷ The other members of TGC are both amused and slightly protective of your relationship. They’ll joke about Isaac being “whipped,” but deep down, they love seeing how happy you make each other.

▷ They joke about Isaac being “jealous” of how much time you spend with them. “If Y/N wasn’t dating Isaac, she’d be dating all of us,”

▷ On camera, your relationship with the boys is all laughs, chaos, and mutual teasing. Your playful roasts and your quick comebacks are fan favorites.

Off camera everyone is surprisingly more soft and friendly with one another. Whether it’s quiet nights cuddled up (platonically) watching scary movies, late night has station or food runs, or just hanging out in each others rooms. There is definitely more sweetness and camaraderie than shown on camera. 

▷ Same goes for your and Isaac’s relationship as well.

▷ On camera, your relationship is more tame and comedic. Off camera, though, he’s surprisingly very soft. Whether it’s quiet cuddle sessions after filming or late-night talks in your room, Isaac has a way of making you feel like the only person in the world.

▷ While everyone knows you and Isaac are “the” couple, they also love teasingly shipping you with other members (purely for comedic reasons). Isaac plays along but always gives side-eye to the camera.

The Groupchat podcast was in full swing, the boys seated around the table, mics on, cameras rolling. You sat next to Isaac, comfortably sipping your drink as the conversation spiraled into its usual brand of chaos.

“So, Y/N,” Larry started, leaning into his mic with a mischievous grin. “The fans wanna know: when are you finally ditching Isaac for Tanner ?”

The room exploded with laughter as Tanner immediately threw his hands up in mock celebration. “Finally! Someone’s addressing the real questions.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking. “Oh, totally. I’m sure T could handle me.”

“I could!” He declared, pounding his chest. “Isaac doesn’t appreciate you like I would.”

Isaac, sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed, rolling his eyes behind the sun glasses . “Right. And you’d do…what exactly?

Tanner stumbled over his words before throwing his hands in the air in defeat

“Alright fine you win… for now.”

Everyone at the table laughed.

And just like that, the conversation shifted to another ridiculous topic, leaving behind a trail of laughter. The fans definitely clip that exchange and posted it on social media.

▷ With Isaac as your boyfriend, it’s like the group doubled in absurdity. You both constantly bounce off each other with bizarre jokes and pranks. The rest of the house dreads when you team up for challenges or schemes because it “never ends well” for them, at least.

[thedeviltohisangel]

For A Fortnight There We Were: If It's Forever, It's Even Better

a/n: this a fast forward into the life of callum and evelyn because i think about the pure happiness of domesticity that the both of them would have. i hope you all enjoy this glimpse into the future and send me all you thoughts on it. love youuuu

tw: smut

Evelyn smiled gracefully as the sounds of photographers being taken echoed around her. She was posing in front of the Eiffel Tower in the latest collection from Loewe, serving as one of their newest brand ambassadors for Fashion Week. 

It was her first big event after the recent birth of her daughter, Melanie, and the embroidered fabric was not entirely forgiving but she was a professional. Ready and willing to maintain her commitments and do so with a smile on her face when all she really wanted to do was hide in her hotel room with Callum and their babies.

 The thought of leaving Melanie at home while she flew to Paris had sparked a level of anxiety in Evelyn that she hadn’t experienced with their first daughter, Felicity. There had been so many other distractions surrounding her birth that she hadn’t had time to do anything other than react. Felicity had been a complete surprise, conceived on a private beach in Greece after Callum got word of his most recent Emmy nomination, and they had mostly succeeded at keeping Evelyn’s pregnancy a secret from the public until they were ready to share it with the world. Then Logan had struck. Sued Evelyn and asked for a paternity test to prove she hadn’t used any of his sperm they’d frozen when they were together. Prove that Felicity was not his biological daughter. 

The entire ordeal tainted her first months of being a mother as she had to watch the toll it took on Callum to have his identity as a father questioned. To have the man they had thought they were rid of rear his ugly head and try to wrangle his poison into something as precious as their child. Evelyn had truly not known if her and Callum would be able to weather such a storm. 

“My older daughter just turned two so we had a really big, princess themed party to celebrate and my newest little one is just about six months so I’m super busy and leaning into mom life but the whirlwind is super worth it,” Evelyn answered as she doing an interview with Vogue for their social media spread of her and the few other ambassadors posing in the new collection. 

“You and your partner, the ever handsome Mr. Turner, have really nailed the street style while you’ve been here in Paris. Talk me through how you guys plan together and work together so seamlessly.” 

“Thank you for saying that because it took a lot of work for me to remind him he has more than one pair of pants and one pair of sneakers,” Evelyn laughed as she thought of the white Nikes he had brought around the world with them for the first couple years of their relationship, “at this point in our lives together, with two kids, we have just really become a team. We’ve gotten our own little language down and have figured out how to hit that level of synchronization that makes our day and our daughters day go smoothly so I think that when you see us looking cute at a cafe or something it’s because we are both sharing the same exhausted little brain cell and that is guiding our clothing choices right now.” She smiled, trying to hide the truth of the exhaustion behind her words, but couldn’t help how happy she was. The rhythm they had found as partners and parents was something they had each only ever dreamed of. 

Their lack of engagement or marriage was less of a fight than it had been before Felicity, the commitment of having a child together meaning more to either of them than a ring and a piece of paper ever could. That didn’t stop Callum from checking in on her feelings towards marriage on occasion. Evelyn knew it would always be something he wanted. And a part of her had been thinking about how she was going to tell him that it was now something she wanted too. Wanted to be his wife and have him be her husband and show their daughters that marriage was not something to be afraid of. Show them that their mother was healing from her past and their father was an integral part of them. Give them the opportunity to have an example to follow in their parents of what a relationship should be. 

“What’s on your schedule this week in Paris?”

“My daughters are here with me so we’ve got to check off some of the tourist attractions. Maybe a quick stop over to Disneyland but really it’s the City of Love so I’m just happy to be here with the three people that are teaching me what that word really means and share in everything Paris has to offer with them.” Evelyn paused. “I’m sorry for the sappy answer. I can do that over if you want something more fashion based.” She could see Tracy, her publicist, inching closer from the sidelines. The interviewer shook her head.

“No, ma’am. This was perfect. The you that is shining through is exactly what we are looking for.”

“Thanks, Ava, we’ll be in touch once you have the first draft ready for approval,” Tracy said with a smile as Evelyn waved. “How you feeling? I think we’ve got enough time for you to head to the hotel and change looks before the show unless you want to do it now and change in the car.” Her security collapsed around them as they began to walk towards the waiting SUV, fans waving and snapping grainy photos for update Twitter accounts as Evelyn passed them.

“Hotel. My boobs hurt and I’m on the verge of leaking.” She grimaced as the nipple covers did nothing to protect her from the fabric of her dress. “Am I talking too much about being a mother in these interviews?” 

“No. It’s an important part of who you are now. I’m comfortable with you sharing as much as feels right to you,” Tracy responded as the door closed behind them and she was busily typing on her phone. “I’m just glad they’ve stopped asking when you’re getting married.” Evelyn merely hummed in agreement. 

“About that…how much warning would you want before a wedding?” Tracy paused her typing.

“Is there something I should know about?”

“No, not yet. I’ve just been thinking about it lately. Might have come around to the idea,” Evelyn shrugged as if it was nothing. 

“I’m happy for you, Ev. Both of you. I can’t think of two people more deserving of the life you’ve built.” Evelyn smiled and looked at the wallpaper on her phone. A photo from behind of her two daughters and Callum watching the fireworks at Disney World a couple weeks ago. She’d give anything to ensure a lifetime of moments just like that for all of them. It made her giddy to think about the life they had ahead of them. 

Evelyn was finally starting to think that she deserved it too.

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She opened the hotel room door carefully as it was nap time, hoping to be met by the silence of two sleeping little girls. 

“What’s wrong my little princess?” she cooed as her eyes zeroed in on Melanie, her cheeks red and streaked with tears as her father was bouncing her around the sitting area in the hope she would settle. “Come here.” Callum transferred her and her crying stopped. 

“You get to come in and save the day,” he muttered as he puckered his lips for a kiss. 

“My boob game is stronger, baby, I’m sorry.” She kissed him, nuzzling his nose for a little extra love, before turning around. “Can you unzip me? It’s probably a good time for her to eat.” The dress pooled around her feet, Evelyn tossing the uncomfortable nipple covers into the trash before sitting comfortably in an armchair. 

“You just wanted your mum,” Callum kissed his daughter’s forehead as she latched onto her mother with ease and pulled milk into her mouth. 

“That feels so good,” Evelyn groaned, “I was about to burst while I was working this morning.” He pressed a kiss into the top of her head before sitting in the chair to her right, his forearms resting on the top of his thighs as he watched the two of them intently. 

“How did it go this morning?”

“Felt good to get dolled up and work again but I missed the girls.” She had missed Felicity endlessly after she’d had her and had thought she would miss Melanie in the same way. It had been something more intense as if the emotions were compounded into each other. The same way her heart had grown to accommodate her love for them, so had her capacity for despair in missing them.  “What did you troublemakers get up to?” she asked, her finger gently stroking over baby-soft cheeks.

“Liss and I snuggled for a bit before breakfast then we went for a little walk,” he left out the part where he’d let Felicity drink hot chocolate before nap time, “we had a small little dance party when we got back before coloring time and now here we are.” Melanie popped away from her meal with a gurgle, smiling up at her mother with a milk-drunk haze to her eyes. 

“Someone thoroughly enjoyed herself, didn’t she, my little love?” Evelyn hummed as Callum reached for the baby and rested her against the burp cloth on his shoulder. She retrieved one of his t-shirts from the dresser, the hem hitting her mid-thigh, and kissed his shoulder as she walked passed towards the bathroom. “A few years ago we would’ve been in disguise trying to walk around the city or spending the day just rotating between sex in bed and sex in the shower.” Evelyn smiled in the mirror as she checked how much work her makeup artist would have to do before the Loewe show in a couple hours. 

“Sometimes I miss it then I look at our two princesses and feel like we had no idea it was going to get even better.” Melanie let out a burp, a little bit of milk dribbling onto the cloth as she looked over at her father like she had surprised even herself. 

“Such a big burp for a little love!” Evelyn smoothed her hand over the tufts of hair on her daughter's head and kissed her gently. 

There was a gentle knock on the door and she knew it was her glam team and stylist ready to get her prepared for the show. The little bubble of domesticity burst. A quick check behind the door to the bedroom showed her burgeoning toddler still sleeping, the baby monitor on the nightstand not proof enough, and she clicked the door back closed softly. 

“We’ll get out of your way,” Callum whispered as Melanie’s eyes were closing slowly and opening again even slower. He moved towards the room, content to take a nap with both his daughters while Evelyn primped herself for the evening, but was stopped by her hand on his elbow. 

“Baby? Thank you. For being the best partner ever through all of this.” When his career surged, she was there every step of the way. When she had doubts about her ability to work and devote herself fully to motherhood, he had stood strong by her side and never let the shadows consume her. He met her weaknesses with strength. Didn’t shy away from taking an active role with their daughters while she worked. They let each other shine and live in the spotlight they earned. 

“I love you, Ev.” He kissed her soundly. “Being with you and the girls, I’ll never need anything else.” She smiled as another knock sounded on the door, this one a little bit more impatient. 

“Dream of me,” she teased as she headed towards the door. 

“What were you saying about the bed and the shower?” His voice trailed off as he disappeared into the bedroom, Evelyn’s giggling floating after him. 

She opened the door with her trademark, movie star smile. The reprieve was always nice. But now, as they wheeled in two racks of clothing and carried in duffle bags of hair and makeup supplies, it was back to work.

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Evelyn did her best to sneak out of the show as quickly as she could without being rude. She had sat in the front row next to Anna Wintour, an absolute honor, and made sure to pose for plenty of photos with JW Anderson, the creative director of Loewe, before making her great escape. Past versions of her would have partied all night and stumbled under the withering gaze of paparazzi and been eager to do it all over again for the rest of the week of festivities. 

This version of her was fighting sleep in the backseat of a SUV and aching to remove her makeup and crawl into bed with her partner with anticipation for one, if not both, of her daughters to wake her up with the sun the next morning. She smiled to herself as her forehead rested on the window. Never in her life could she have imagined being this happy. Never in her life did she think she would be able to get over the devastation of Logan and land on the other side. 

“Hey. You didn’t have to wait up for me.” Evelyn tiptoed quietly across the room and kissed Callum soundly where he was lying in bed with a book, the one his next project was based on. She looked down at the baby monitor and smiled at the sight of her two little angels sleeping peacefully. 

“Felt like I didn’t get to see you at all today.” The arrival of Melanie had meant a period of blissful time where both of them were home and no work was popping up to distract them. It had been pure serenity even though the chaos of adding a second child to the mix could not be understated. Callum had never been more in love with her than he had been since the birth of Felicity, the addition of Melanie amplifying his devotion to a level he was still trying to comprehend. 

“You want to take a shower with me?” she hummed with a twinkle to her eyes. He leaned in for another kiss as he nodded, throwing the blankets to the side with a sense of urgency. They held hands as he followed her into the bathroom, her dress riding up the back of her thighs to expose the lace of her panties as she bent over the tub. 

“Already got me half hard,” he mumbled as his finger reached to push the hem up the last little bit to expose the back of her panties to him fully. She stood with a laugh and turned back towards him with her arms up. He lifted the dress up and over her head with a groan at the sight of her breasts, still plump and full from the recent birth of their daughter. Callum hadn’t been able to properly enjoy them with how sensitive they had been lately. His hands were incredibly cautious as they traced around her nipple. 

“Fuck. That feels heavenly.” The sensation was going right between her legs and causing her clit to throb with need. “Let me at least wash my face before we get too carried away,” she asked. He removed his hand and stepped out of his plaid pants, watching her tie back her hair and wipe away her makeup with a wipe before they stepped under the hot spray of the shower. She groaned with delight as it hit her face and began to soothe the aches in her body from a long day back at work. 

Large hands drifted around her waist and traced down the front of her stomach. His thumbs rubbed the stretch marks on her skin purposefully, always referring to them as her tiger stripes, before teasing between her thighs. 

“Just relax, baby,” he murmured in her ear. With a sound of content, her head dropped back onto his shoulder as his hand slipped under her knee and guided her foot to rest on the shelf in the corner of the shower. 

“You spent all day taking care of our daughters and now you want to spend all night taking care of me?” she teased, a little out of breath with the way his fingertip was ghosting her bundle of nerves. 

“Nothing makes me happier than taking care of all of you.” It was true. It was fulfilling beyond his wildest dreams to be a father. To go on this journey with the love of his life. He had thought he’d be nervous to be alone with the two of them but it had all disappeared the minute Felicity had curled into his side and asked if she could hold her sister. 

“We’re lucky to have you.” A sigh of pleasure slipped from her lips as he increased the pressure of his ministrations. “You might be lucky too if you stop teasing me.” He chuckled and nipped at her ear but obliged her request and circled her clit with more intention. 

“You get very demanding when you’re tired,” he mused. Evelyn merely moaned in response and slowly began to buck her hips in a desperate search for more friction. Two fingers buried themselves inside her as his other hand skimmed up her side to wrap around her throat. The ever so slight pressure combined with the way the heel of his palm was rubbing her clit with each thrust of his fingers had her coming with a silent moan and quivers in her muscles.She hummed and turned in his arms to kiss him, her back hitting the shower wall and her foot going back to the tiny ledge. “Oh? Think you’ve earned me fucking you?” One hand dropped to the side of her head to cage her in while the other wrapped around his own length and pumped up and down. 

“Yes, please,” she answered. The picture of innocence. Her brows furrowed as he pushed into her slowly and her mouth dropped open in a silent moan at the sensation of him filling her to the hilt. 

“That fake little innocent voice of yours is how we got the two babies already,” he pointed out as he rocked into her and began to find a rhythm. 

“Fake? I-,” her retort cut off by his pursuit of that delicious angle only his cock knew how to reach. 

“Shit, Ev, you feel so fucking good.” His kiss was sloppy as he picked up the pace of his hips, chasing the feeling that was beginning to brew at the bottom of his stomach. 

“Cal, quicker, oh fuck,” she squeaked as her toes curled and her muscles tensed then snapped into her second orgasm, Callum answering with his eyes to the back of his head and a moan that sounded like heaven to her ears.

“I love you,” he said into her shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

“Marry me.” His head snapped up.

“What?”

“Marry me,” she repeated as she looked directly into his eyes. “I want to be your wife.” His breath slowly evened out as the sounds of the shower surrounded them. Evelyn all of a sudden felt nervous. Why was he taking so long to respond? Had he decided he preferred the way they were currently doing things? Did he not want to risk the balance they had found?

“Why are you saying that? Why now?” He knows it was something he had been ready to do six months after they’d met. Had never tried to hide that desire from her. For years she had struggled and agonized over marriage. Not with him, with anyone. The connotations of the union ruined from her first husband. 

“I’ve been thinking about the example I want to set for our daughters. And not that you have to be married to someone to love them or be with them forever. Just…If something scares you, running from it is not always the right answer. There are different ways to heal and letting people in who love you and want to help you is the best place to start.” He showed no sign of interrupting her. “Felicity and Melanie are all I will ever need to be healed. To know I made the right decision to leave that marriage. Marrying you…Being your wife…Fear can’t have control over those words for me anymore.” 

“I’ll marry you,” he whispered. “Are you going to let me propose to you properly or are we eloping by the river tomorrow?” 

“I would like a proper proposal, Mr. Turner,” she grinned. 

“Okay.” He nodded once, not giving an inch as to when or where he was planning to do it, before pressing his lips to hers. “While I have you nice and relaxed, I should mention I may or may not have gotten our daughter addicted to hot chocolate.”

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“Can daddy have a sip of hot chocolate?” 

“No, Daddy!” Evelyn smirked as she watched Felicity furrow her brow and wave Callum’s hand away from her tiny cup. They were sitting on the balcony of the Angelina Cafe at the Louvre, Evelyn wanting to watch the chaos of Felicity drinking pure, melted chocolate while enjoying the moderate and sunny weather. 

“You have your own, Daddy,” she teased, careful not to jostle the baby sleeping against her chest. He shot her back a look that he said he could only deal with one of them having an attitude at a time. 

“Mommy?” Felicity extended her little hand with a half eaten croissant in it towards her mother, offering her a bite of her breakfast. 

“Oh, why thank you!” Evelyn leaned down and took a small bite and hummed like it was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten in the world. Felicity giggled and took her own bite before mimicking the sounds of her mother. “Does it taste good, my love?” The toddler nodded enthusiastically before taking another bite. 

“Make sure you chew all the way,” Callum cautioned as he brought a napkin to her cheeks. There had been a particularly harrowing evening when Felicity hadn’t chewed her dinner before trying to swallow. He wasn’t keen on ever repeating that.

“Should we go look at paintings once we are done with breakfast?” Evelyn asked. She was also supposed to be taking candids with the more well known art for an upcoming Dior Beauty campaign. 

“No.”

“No? But they’re very pretty.” Felicity shook her head and reached for her cup, Callum resting his hands on top of hers to assist. 

“Mickey Mouse,” she requested as chocolate coated her lips and the tip of her nose. 

“You’ve created a monster,” he murmured around his orange juice. 

“I’m not the one who bought her a stuffed Duffy that’s bigger than her.”

“Actually, Lissy,” Callum began, “Mummy and Daddy were thinking of going to a farm. Do you think you might like that?” Evelyn looked at him with a quizzical brow. When had that ever come up as part of their day?

“Yes!” The little girl cheered, her arms almost knocking over her plate of carbs and jam.

“Okay, let’s finish our breakfast so Mummy can take her pictures then we can go.” Callum dabbed at the apricot jam at the corner of her mouth and helped her take another sip of her hot chocolate.

“What are you scheming?” Evelyn whispered around her own drink, Melanie drooling onto her shoulder.

“It’s a surprise. Don’t worry about it.”

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Felicity was thrilled to be running through a field of flowers a few hours later. It hadn’t been a farm in the way Evelyn was thinking. There was no petting zoo or tractors rolling around. It was lush green grass and flowers and a little river with lily pads winding its way through the center. 

She had been too focused on feeding Melanie in the backseat of the car to pay any attention to where they had gone after her miniature photoshoot with the more iconic artwork of the Louvre. Both the museum and the fashion house were very pleased with the relaxed nature of the content, excited to use it as a muse for the next campaign. She had even been able to coax her two daughters into posing for a few photos with her and snuck in some full family photos before Felicity had even been able to think about throwing a tantrum.

The little girl had fallen asleep on Callum’s lap while they drove to their destination but had awoken promptly upon their arrival when she’d seen all the free space to run and chase after butterflies. She was well-behaved and knew not to go too far and looked back at her parents on occasion to make sure they were still close behind. It was when they reached the river and Evelyn saw a very distinct bridge crossing over it that she began to feel an inkling of what might be happening.

“Callum…” She froze and reached for his hand, pausing the carriage Melanie was currently resting in. “Are we…”

“At Monet’s garden? Yes.”

“And why is no one else here?” He squeezed her hand and kept pulling her forward. 

“Because I made sure we could have some privacy for the day.” She couldn’t help that her heart felt like it was thundering in her chest. She had a sense of what she thought was going on but she didn’t want to burst the bubble by mentioning it. 

“Well you’ve certainly made Felicity very happy.” Even in her few years of life, Felicity knew something wasn’t normal about it. Her friends at preschool didn’t fly all by themselves or see their mom on a billboard. She thought everyone’s dad was on TV.

Evelyn and Callum agonized over trying to keep her childhood as close to their own as possible. But these moments, where something as simple as watching their daughter run around without paparazzi struck them, they were reminded just how hard that goal could be.

“I live to make the three of you happy. Besides,” he shrugged as they neared that bridge, “If she is this happy just having some grass to run through, I can make that happen every day.” As if sensing her parents were talking about her, the little girl came running and crashed into her father’s leg with a smile. 

“Hi Daddy,” she said gleefully. He crouched down to her level and cupped his hand over his mouth before leaning to whisper in her ear. 

“I don’t trust you two when you’re whispering,” Evelyn muttered as she peeked to make sure Melanie was still asleep. 

“Rose!” Evelyn turned as Felicity ran towards their nanny who was approaching with a smile across her face. 

“Callum…” Her voice faded as he reached for her hand again and pulled her up onto the walking bridge, the two girls now under the watchful eye of Rose. 

“Baby, I’m barely hanging on by a thread,” he laughed as they reached the center of the bridge and he turned to face her and to grab both of her hands. “You told me a long time ago that your dream proposal was right here. In the middle of your favorite painting.” 

“You remembered?” Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she thought back to the moment she had told him that. A drunken night in London when she felt so safe and happy and warm that the future wasn’t scary at all. She had even allowed herself to think there was a time that she would welcome it. 

“Evvie, I remember every detail about you that you’ve trusted me with.” That future that she hoped to one day welcome. It was exactly this. Here, with the man she loved who loved her right back. Here, with her two beautiful daughters a beacon of love and happiness watching their parents with little smiles. “And you told me I didn’t have to so soon…” He dropped to one knee in front of her and she closed her eyes and shook her head to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. 

“I should have known better than to think you could wait,” she giggled. 

“Evelyn Shaw, from the moment I looked at you, I knew we were meant to be in each other’s life. I didn’t know how or why or the moments we would share but being with you always felt so right. And it still does, every day. You gave me the honor of my life by making me a father. Being Felicity and Melanie’s father is the most important thing I will ever be and I’m hoping you’ll allow me to be your husband, a close second.” He pulled a velvet box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a perfect diamond ring. An oval diamond on a simple gold band. The ring Logan had used to propose to her had been gaudy and ostentatious. This one was perfect. A representation of the pure and unassuming love her and Callum had nurtured for years and bloomed into this beautiful, wonderful thing. Their daughters a physical embodiment of that. “Will you marry me?”

Evelyn dropped to her knees with a laugh that rang out into the air like a melody and threw her arms around his neck. “Yes, my love, yes!” She gripped his face in her hands and kissed him on the lips, as hard as she could possibly muster, tears of joy streaking down her face. 

“I love you so fucking much. You and our girls are my wildest dreams come true.” 

“You make me so happy,” she whispered as the sounds of Felicity cheering grew closer and closer. He kissed her once before sliding the ring onto her finger, kissing over the stone as a tiny toddler came crashing into her body. “Hi baby! Are you happy?” The little one nodded and giggled, her arms tight around her mother’s neck. 

“Love you,” she whispered, puckering her lips expectantly for a kiss from each of her parents. 

“I love you, too, pumpkin.” She squeaked with glee as Callum gripped under her arms and lifted her high into the sky. Felicity spread her arms like they were wings and laughed as her father flew her through the air. Evelyn stood and chased after them with her own laugh, no inhibitions anywhere on the horizon. 

The thing she once feared, she welcomed. The things she once thought would be her end, were now her beginning. And the pieces of her heart she had kept so guarded were now nestled in the palms of her fiance and her daughters to keep warm and protected. And she trusted them to do it. In a way she never would have thought possible. In a way that was freeing.

Evelyn spread her own arms like wings to match her daughter. And she smiled as she flew under the sun.

[oh-obrien]

Hi! Can you write a fanfiction about max verstappen and a redbull athlet reader who max has a big crush on?

Thank you if you write it . 😊

MY FIRST F1 REQUEST

*SCREECHES*

I ABSOLUTELY BANGED OUT THIS BLURB IN LIKE HALF AN HOUR!!! Feel free to send me more F1 requests and leave any feedback I will take it all (especially since I’m newer to the fandom).

“I’m just super grateful for the opportunity to be here honestly,” you pushed your sunglasses up on to the top of your head as you spoke into the microphone that the Red Bull social media team member held. “Being a Red Bull athlete means so much to me and getting invited to a GP is honestly such an honor.”

“And you won a national championship earlier this year as a Red Bull athlete, that must of been an amazing experience.” The young social media women tilted the microphone back towards you as you nodded.

“I mean,” you paused as you saw the team members begin to exit the garage, looking for a certain set of blue eyes that had slid into your DM’s a couple weeks earlier to invite you to the Las Vegas Grand Prix. “It was my third national championship in a row and my first as a Red Bull athlete, plus it’s always nice getting to represent such a large brand as a female athlete.”

With recent changes in the NIL rules you were able to begin raking in sponsorships while still competing in the NCAA, and with your stellar performances in your previous seasons you has somehow managed to gain the attention of Red Bull. Being one of the top women’s lacrosse players in the world wouldn’t get you as far as some other Red Bull athletes, but being able to promote women’s sports under such a large name meant more to you than any fame could.

“We noticed some pretty big names reposting the spotlight Red Bull released on you as their first athlete to join under the new NIL rules,” your eyes followed the moment in the garage as more pit crew members began to pool out, but you still couldn’t find who you were looking for. “Anyone in particular stand out to you?”

You let out a breathy chuckle and hugged your vintage Red Bull bomber jacket tighter around you before letting out a long ‘umm’, “I was happy to see anyone promoting it honestly, it really just is such a big accomplishment amd-”

“Ahh she did tell me thank you,” a familiar voice cut you off as a warm pair of hands met the exposed skin of your waist, maneuvering you over slightly to make room for them to squeeze behind you. “A very nice message actually.” None other than Max Verstappen himself was stood next to you now, you felt your jaw drop slightly but quickly recovered. “I’m sorry to cut this short but I need to steal this one for a second, Red Bull duties call.”

Max offered the young woman interviewing you a curt nod before he wrapped an arm around the top of your shoulders, leading you towards the garage. “That was so very smooth of you,” you looked up slightly to meet Max’s eyes as you followed him past the garage.

“I try,” he offered you a dimpled smile, his eyes sparkling slightly as a small laugh fell past his lips. “So, you actually came.” You watched as a small blush tinged his cheeks as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, a small nervous bounce on the balls of his feet following.

“I told you I would,” You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the wall, looking up at perhaps the most famous Red Bull athlete. “Had to see what the three time world champion was all about.’ You felt a smirk pull at your lips as you offered Max a small wink.

He pulled a hand out of his jeans and nervously scrubbed at his face before taking a deep breath. “So uhh, about that dinner I promised you,” Max trailed off nervously.

“That is what I flew all the way here for, I was promised a win and a date,” you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and chewed on it nervously. “I think you need a little bit of good luck before the race though to secure a win.” You met Max’s eyes as you watched his blush spread further up the apples of his cheeks and down into his neck.

“Oh?” his lips pulled into a small confused ‘o’ as you took a step closer to him.

“Yeah,” you wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and cradled his cheek with your hand as you pushed up slightly on his tip toes, “every good Red Bull athlete needs a good luck charm.” Your breath fanned over his lips as you moved closer. “And I can be yours for the night,” you finally met his lips and moved yours gently against his before carefully gripping his bottom lip between your teeth. Pulling away slightly you heard him groan as your teeth pulled on his bottom lip.

“And I,” you pecked his lips once more, “am happy to be yours for the night.” As you finally pulled fully away you watched as Max reached a hand up to run it over his lips, a large smile forming on them next. “Text me after the race!” You began to strut away from the shocked driver, pausing to turn over your shoulder and offer him a wink that made the blush spread even further. Operation woo Max Verstappen was on and you weren’t going to lose.

[viburnt]

Heyyy loved your Izuku story, made me want to request one with the prompt "How could I do that to him/her?" Maybe someone is flirting with adult Izuku but he already has a partner and is very loyal OR maybe having an interview where the host makes a joke/insinuation he should go and take advantage that he is famous to meet many more people

Whatever you prefer 💖thank you

I hope I managed to convey the feelings you expected, Anon! Have some loyal dog Izuku *smooch* Also Pro-hero!Izuku is a smart crowd pleaser, he knows how to play his cards and outsmart malicious people. Also you didn't specify any gender so I went with gender neutral.

-Viburnt

𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 || 𝐓.𝐕 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬

— Welcome, everyone! Today, we're here with Japan's latest big shot and number one pro-hero, Deku! We are so excited that you were able to have some time for us, darling.— The model serving as a hostess said, her body language exaggerated, and her outfit provocative to gauge higher ratings for the show.

Izuku hadn't really planned to participate in the program, but after you convinced him to do so, he agreed; you'd always supported his career, so you encouraged him to engage with his fans often.

Izuku just wished it had been with a less slimy host, feeling uncomfortable with the frequent lascivious looks the model would throw at him.

—Thank you for having me.— The man said with his classic charming smile. —It's a pleasure to be here with you guys.

—Say, Deku, you've become quite an icon lately. Your popularity is almost as high as mine!— The woman joked, eliciting a slight laugh from the live public. —Have you grown used to being a groundbreaker?

Midoriya bashfully looked at her, feeling her eyes checking him out from head to toe as she spoke.

—Well, the hero life is a difficult path, I have to admit that.— He started, trying to formulate an answer that would suffice. —But it's something I love, and I'm trying to be the best at it.

The model nodded in understanding, allowing her hand to roam to the muscles of his arm.

—Absolutely! We are very alike in that aspect, you know?— She commented, giving a slight squeeze to his biceps. It was getting on Izuku's nerves. —It wouldn't be too far-fetched to be together as a couple.— He heard her say with a wink, the audience having mixed reactions to her blatant flirting.

—Don't you think we'd make a picture-perfect power couple?

Midoriya felt disgust towards the hostess, feeling overwhelmed by her constant indecency. "Talk about basking in reflected glory," he thought, wishing he could get away from her.

—Haha, well, I appreciate your interest, but I'm afraid I'm not available.— He answered with an unfaltering grin; even if it hadn't been long since he had first debuted as a pro-hero, he'd learnt a thing or two about managing his looks while facing the public eye.

The model pouted, pressing the matter even more.

— Just think of the headlines! We could be an 'it' couple.— She added to her desperate attempt to convince him. —Besides, wouldn't you prefer to change your old partner for a brand new model? You'd be the envy of your colleagues.

The public awkwardly laughed at the hostess' behavior. It was funny the first time, they'd guessed, but after a while, it just felt uncomfortable– Even they could sense the uneasiness in Izuku through his charismatic facade.

—How could I do that to them?— Midoriya answered, shaking his head. —I love my partner; they are the best. I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

A loud wave of clapping and cheering soared after his answer, moved by the vulnerability and sweetness behind those words. Izuku swore he'd heard a man scream "I love you" at him.

—Hey, baby, if you are watching the show like you promised, wait for me for dinner.— Izuku said to one of the cameras, referring to you as he took his leave from the scene.

For a few weeks, the whole interview fiasco had spread on every social media platform, but every single post had one thing in common: they all agreed that Izuku was loyal to you.

[sturnstvs]

space camp - chris sturniolo

summary: in which scarlet is a model for the space camp photo shot and chris catches her attention

warnings: use of y/n, a brief mention of ADHD, i dont know if chris really does have it but in some stories he will as this is complete fiction

modeling was always something y/n wanted to do, it was a passion she had since she was a child. she worked hard for it, having the perfect body the perfect skin, with this it gained her a lot of popularity in high school, but the one thing that popularity taught her was boys are jackasses.

when she graduated high school the first thing she did was go to LA, she had always wanted to go and she saved enough money from her job in her hometown that she was able to. with the one trip to LA to try and find modeling jobs, she managed to get herself a manager and ended up spending the whole summer in LA.

after that summer her manager told her it would be best for her to permanently move to LA, which is what she did. she was able to get a apartment and move to LA full time.

madi filipowicz had heard of y/n. she was all over magazine covers as well as social media, so when she heard that her best friend was launching a brand and needed modals for a photo shoot she knew exactly who he should call.

when y/n got the call from her manager that the nick sturniolo wanted her to be a model for his upcoming brand she was ecstatic. i mean come on its nick sturniolo. her manager told her that it was in a couple of days and she would find out about everything when she got there.

so fast forward to friday which was the day of the photo shoot and she couldn't be more thrilled.

"hi, im nick sturniolo you must be y/n right?" nick greeted her when she walked through the door to the warehouse

"yes, it's nice to meet you, im a big fan" y/n told the boy

"oh, thank you! i didn't think that someone like you would know me" he told her surprised

"no! you're so great" y/n said to the the brunette as they walked through to the back

"okay well, this is where they will get you ready and everything and ill meet you out there" he told the girl with a smile

"alright, thanks again for this opportunity" y/n told the boy excitedly

once y/n was ready she went out and did the shoot, which went better than she was expecting.

while she was in the middle of the shoot one of his brother which she assumed was chirs kept staring at her. now don't get her wrong she thinks he is really attractive and all just that she had a rule. you don't date any people working around the set. maybe if she met chris outside of the set or maybe if she didn't work on the set at all she would pursue talking to him romantically, but it would get too complicated and her manager forbid it.

"alright that's a wrap for today, y/n can i talk to you for a sec" one guys behind the scene asked

"yeah sure" she got up and made her way over to talk to him

"nick personally asked, if you could of course, come in tomorrow to do a one on one set with him, we already talked to your manager and she said it was good"

"of course, same time" y/n noted

"yep, and thank you again"

the next day came quicker then she expected, leading her to the moment she is now, right outside the door of the ware house once again, unbeknownst to her christopher sturniolo was on the other side waiting for her

y/n was not the only one to notice his stares, but his brother as well as his manager had also noticed them. they told chris he cant become involved with one of the models as it would ruin the set and if it didn't work out they would lose one of their best models again.

chris of course being the person he is argued against this, but then again they hadn't really met which didn't really help his case, he needed to see if their connection was good enough in order to have a good argument which led chris to now.

nick was in a meeting at the moment about his brand so this was the perfect opportunity now that she was here. so he opened the ware house door and bombarded her with questions right away.

"hey im chris, you must be y/n! nice to meet you" chris told the girl enthusiastically

"hi yeah, im y/n, but i really got to go i have a photo shoot" scarlet told the boy softly

she didn't appreciate the stairs from yesterdays shoot and she didn't want to pursue him at all, unfortunately for her it seemed like he had the opposite idea.

"nick is in a meeting right now, but we can get to know each other maybe" chris told the girl

"i guess" she agreed, she didn't want to be rude it was her bosses brother after all.

the two got to know each other and it turns out they had a lot more in common then she originally would have thought. it turns out that he had ADHD which explained his hyper activity earlier on in the morning, he also found out that she has been modeling for a few years. the two really hit it off and nick noticed this when he came out of his meeting to find scarlet and chris laughing on the couch.

nick didn't like where this was going and something like this has happened before with one of the models but maybe she was different so he let it slide and him and y/n did their photo shoot, which turned out better then expected.

something y/n did know that day is she was definitely going to hang out with christopher sturniolo again.

[nothingbutnowhere]

Hockey Player AU! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Headcanons

...

Superstar. Forward. Drafted first overall. Alt captain. Left wing.

Raised in the UK but was soon recognized for his potential. A US family took him in to play in the states where he would have better opportunities. Trained at all the top notch facilities though high school with the best of the best. Drafted right out of high school and went straight into the NHL on a truly wild contract.

Top line, but put him with anyone and he'll make something happen. 50+ goal scorer, plus sooo many assists. Always in the right place at the right time. Guy you don't want to see four on four / three on three, he's dangerous on open ice.  

Wheel, snipe, celly. Crazy aim, bar down all day everyday. Moderately flashy but honestly he can't help it, he's got HANDS; can stick handle in a phone booth. Seriously the compilation videos look like they should be from chel not real life. 

Still responsible defensively, he's not going to leave his guys hanging. Soap's a defenseman and they work super well together. Soap will put it on net from the blue line and Gaz will grab the rebound and put it in, he doesn't care how good the goalie's rebound control is. 

Always has a fun celly ready for the crowd! Amazing sportsmanship (aside from the chirps). Clean player, no cheapshots here. He always apologizes for bad hits or accidents. Well known in the league for just being a great guy behind closed doors too.

Could be a contender for literally any award he's eligible for. MVP, points, sportsmanship, community activism, you name it. 

The Only charismatic hockey player. Does lots of interviews, is active on personal social media, has his own brand of activewear. Started a program to make hockey more accessible to underserved youth in his city.

Kills at chel. He was the cover last season!

Thigh. That's it that's the tweet. Insane thigh muscles. Wears short shorts around pregame so the social media people can get some good photos. And we all go nuts over it on twitter.

Mic'd up status: absolutely has and does want to be mic'd up, always gassing up his teammates, throws devastating chirps with Soap. They have to beep most of Soap's though because they're too explicit.

Hockey hair status: Sure it looks nice short but where's the flow!!! Natural?? Locs??? Please consider. Facial hair during the playoffs... the beard isn't up to par but the mustache is fine.

Roster pic status: smiling, manages to look hot where everyone else on the team looks like shit

WAG status: His girlfriend is hot and basically queen of the WAGs. Always in their box during games with the other girls having a fun time. They look sooo good together it's not even funny. Hosts parties at their house for the team. Their couples halloween costumes are the best!!

She's also a community activist and dropped the puck at one of their home games. Gaz, of course, took the face off. And then got down on one knee to propose to her. Obviously she said yes and the video went viral instantly.

....

I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

More hockey au: Ghost | Soap | Price

Note: "Chel" is an abbreviation of NHL referring to the video game. WAG stands for wife and girlfriend or the plural, used to refer to sports guy's significant others. Yes it is heteronormative.

The WAG part is absolutely welcome to be interpreted as self insert :D

[celestiall0tus]

Miraculous AU - Chapter 46 - Changes

Beginning || Previous || Next

            Lila sat at her desk with her phone hooked to her laptop. She finished sorting through her photos for the day before she scrolled through her social media. She paused when she saw an image of Adrien Agreste with his hair dyed, wearing grungy rock clothes, while standing next to a boy with dyed hair and the same grungy clothes.

            Lila squealed in delight. “Trixx, look!”

            Trixx floated from the bowl of grapes he was in. “What am I looking at?”

            “A delicious opportunity to cause mischief.”

            “How so?”

            “Well, according to the little research I’ve done, Adrien Agreste is some teen celebrity. Boy’s a model for his father’s dull, tasteless brand. The best part, the boy is a shut in, a perfectly well-behaved child. And he’s hitting rebellion!”

            “Who’s the other boy?”

            “I don’t know. Maybe his boyfriend?”

            “Are you sure?”

            “You know I never am, but that’s what I’m calling him. I mean, come on, they look like boyfriends. Adrien’s wearing that boy’s clothes and even has his hair dyed like the boy’s. They have to be dating.”

            Trixx shrugged and grabbed a couple of grapes. He placed one in Lila’s hand. “Another all-nighter?”

            “For me. You can get some sleep.”

            “And miss the fun? Not a chance.”

            Lila smiled and nuzzled Trixx, then returned to her work.

~~

            Nathalie rolled out of bed and went about her morning routine. She dreaded what the day would bring after the madness of yesterday. She needed something to pacify Felix and keep him from agitating Adrien. With Adrien, she needed to keep an extra close eye on. Gabriel threatened to terminate her if he continued to step out of line. She doubted Gabriel would go that far, but she’d rather not test that. She finished her routine as she heard the click of claws on the floor. She stepped out of the bathroom and saw Duusu running around the room like a madman.

            “What’s gotten into you?”

            Duusu jumped on the bed and ran circles around Mayura’s phone. Nathalie grabbed it as Duusu perched on her shoulder. She looked at an article of Adrien with dyed hair and grungy rock clothes next to Luka. The article spun a story of Adrien hitting teen rebellion and potential coming out. She closed out of the article and searched up Adrien. She found countless articles and posts regarding the image.

            Duusu transformed into his kwami form. “So, what do we think?”

            “I think we need to start packing.”

            “You really think Gabriel will fire you?”

            “He did once. What’s to stop him from doing it again?”

            “Alright. I’ll start packing. Oh! This means I can look for apartments again! I’m going to find a nice one this time now that we have good money.”

            “Don’t blow the bank. We will need to make the money last if he’s going to fire me.”

            “Fine. Can I at least look for a bigger apartment? You know in case your children want to move in with you.”

            Nathalie sighed and rubbed her forehead. “That’s fine.”

            Duusu gasped and smiled. “You’re not going to fight me on that? I’m so proud of you!”

            “No, because I can see it clearly. Adrien and Alix see me as something of a mother figure. I was thinking of offering Alix a room if it ever came to this, but Adrien would have to stay here.”

            “Of course, of course.”

            Nathalie grabbed her normal phone and headed to Adrien’s room. She knocked once but heard no answer. She knocked again, then entered the room. She turned the corner and saw the bed was empty. Fear gripped her as she looked into the bathroom but didn’t see him.

            “Oh, shit.”

            Nathalie returned to her room and shut the door behind her. Duusu turned and tilted his head.

            “Everything ok?”

            “He’s not here.”

            Duusu’s tail twitched. “What? Like, he’s still out?”

            “I think so. I think he’s still with Luka.”

            “Well, I don’t know what to say, except, we’re screwed.”

            Nathalie sat on her bed. She hadn’t heard anything from Gabriel, so she had time. She could go retrieve Adrien, have him back before Gabriel was up, but what then? The gossip spread like wildfire through the night. Once Gabriel saw that, she’d be fired if seeing Adrien wouldn’t do it. Even if he didn’t fire her, everything would change. Adrien finally took his steps to stand against Gabriel. She was proud of him, but terrified for herself. Where would she go? What would she do?

            Duusu flew over and sat on Nathalie’s shoulder. “Hey, may I?”

            Nathalie nodded.

            “I know you wanted to change. You wanted to make a step towards your future and maybe this is a chance. You’ve been caged here for so long, that even when you were free, you weren’t truly. But now, the lock has been cast away and the door is open. This is your chance to escape this gilded cage. Mayura would. What about Nathalie?”

            “What about Adrien? He needs me.”

            “Just because you aren’t here, doesn’t mean you won’t be around for him. You’re both holders and will see each other. He also has the phone you got him, and you have your own as well. You’ll always be in touch no matter the distance. You won’t be abandoning him.”

            “He may not see it that way. I’ve only just… and now I might be leaving.”

            “I think of everyone, he’d be the one to understand why. Especially if the choice is yours. And I think it’s time to truly live for yourself, Precious. You’ve lived for others long enough. Live as Mayura even as Nathalie. You have that chance. The door is open. Fly and be free, Precious.”

            Nathalie took several deep breaths, then nodded. “Start getting the stuff I’ve bought and only what I’ve bought. I’m going to get the book.”

            Nathalie hurried to her office and retrieved the book on kwamis. She rushed back to her room. She pulled a travel bag from under her bed. Duusu filled it with the beauty care products while she factory reset the laptop and phone Gabriel gave her. She pulled her personal cards out, then set the wallet on the desk with the laptop. She grabbed her phone and dialed Anarka Couffaine. It rang a few times before Anarka answered.

            “Who’s bloody calling me this early? Explain yer self!”

            “Miss Couffaine, I apologize for the early morning wake-up. This is Mayura.”

            “Oh! It’s you, lass. Ignore that earlier statement. What can I do for ye?”

            “I have a big favor to ask. I hate to ask it since you don’t really know me.”

            “Nonsense, lass! You’ve been helping me kids become heroes. How can I help ye?”

            “I need a place to stay while I search for an apartment. I have the money to compensate you.”

            “Is everything alright?”

            “I’m afraid not. I will likely be fired today. And even if I’m not, I don’t think I can stay here much longer.”

            “Well, this is the least I can do. You fine with the couch, lass?”

            “Couch is perfectly fine.”

            Duusu paused and recoiled at the declaration.

            “It’s settled then. I’ll call my girls.”

            “Thank you. See you soon.”

            Nathalie hung up and called Alix. The phone rang to voicemail. She tried a few more times before Alix answered.

            “Mayura? What’s up? Is everything ok?”

            “Alix, I need a small favor. Can you come teleport me to the Couffaine residence? I had just spoken with Anarka and made arrangements to live with them while I search for an apartment.”

            “Hold on.”

            Nathalie waited while she heard Alix’s voice in the background with a few other girls. Alix screamed at them to wake up, followed by more screaming. Nathalie pinched her brow as she moved to her closet. She pulled out a box she kept in the corner. Inside were the only clothes she actually owned that Duusu pushed her to buy. She shifted through the colorful garments when she heard Alix’s voice.

            “Hey, Mayura? Are you still there?”

            “I am.”

            “We’re on our way. We just need to grab our bags and breakfast from Marinette’s dad. Where are you?”

            “I’ll text it to you. I’ll be outside as soon as I change.”

            “Sounds good. See you soon!” Alix hung up the line.

            Nathalie texted Alix the location. She put the phone down and stripped out of her suit. She hung the clothes up in the closet before she pulled her own clothes out. She settled on a light blue ruffle shirt, jeans, and high-heeled boots. She let her hair out of its bun and fall around her. She removed the glasses Gabriel paid for and put in her old contacts.

            “Are you finished, Duusu?”

            “Yup! All my supplies are packed away.”

            Nathalie nodded. She placed the brooch on her shoulder under her hair. She slipped her cards into her phone case, then put her phone in her back pocket. She slipped the bag around her shoulder and scooped the box. Duusu phased into the box as she headed for the front door.

            “Nathalie? Where are you going?” Felix asked.

            Nathalie stopped and looked back at him. “I’m leaving, Felix.”

            “Why?”

            “If I’m going to lose my job again, I’ll be leaving on my own terms.”

            “Why would you lose your job?”

            Nathalie laughed. “I hate to ruin the surprise. Have fun with Gabriel later.”

            Felix called out to her, but Nathalie left. She headed out the gate as Liberte appeared with Juleka and Rose. They stared at each other until Duusu popped his head out.

            “Greetings, ladies. I am Duusu. Pleasure to meet you.”

            “Good to see you again, Duusu,” Fluff said atop Rose’s head.

            Mullo squeaked and peaked out from Juleka’s hair.

            “Is everything alright-?” Liberte started

            “Nathalie. And I will be. Eventually.”

            “Do you want to talk?” Liberte asked.

            “There will be time to talk once we get to the Couffaine residence. First, I need some coffee. Do you ladies drink coffee?”

            Juleka and Rose nodded.

            “Can I choose the place?” Liberte asked.

            “You’re the taxi,” Juleka remarked.

            Liberte snorted and teleported them to a café. The people jumped back as the group approached the counter.

            “Alright, let’s see. Two black coffees,” Juleka started.

            “Three,” Liberte interrupted.

            “Alright, three black coffees, one regular, a mocha, and Nathalie?”

            “Another mocha and a triple espresso.”

            Nathalie paid for the drinks and Liberte teleported them to the Couffaine residence. They put the drinks and breakfast on the countertop. Nathalie put her stuff next to the coffee table.

            “So, what’s going on?” Liberte asked.

            “I’ll show you. Juleka, which room is Luka’s?”

            Juleka showed them to Luka’s room. She opened the door, and they stepped inside. Luka and Adrien sat on the bed, shoulder-to-shoulder, fast asleep. Adrien had his head on Luka’s shoulder while Luka rested his head on Adrien’s. Sheets of music lay scattered around them on the bed and floor.

            “When did Luka have a boyfriend?” Liberte asked.

            “He doesn’t,” Juleka said.

            “Then what do you call that?”

            Juleka and Rose shrugged.

            Nathalie sighed and approached the boys. She reached out and hesitated for a moment, then shook Adrien’s shoulder. It took a few shakes before Adrien cracked his eyes open. He stretched and shifted. He blinked as he saw Nathalie.

            “Nathalie? Is that you? You look different.”

            “Who else would it be?”

            Adrien sighed and closed his eyes. “Five more minutes, please.”

            “I think Luka needs to get up too.”

            Adrien opened his eyes and looked around. He panicked when he realized he passed out hanging out with Luka.

            “Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no! I’m sorry, Nathalie. I-.”

            “It’s ok, but we need to talk. Come on. Let’s grab some breakfast and sit outside.”

            Adrien nodded. He followed her and grabbed their coffee cups and a pastry, then headed up to the deck.

            “Nathalie, did Father… fire you?”

            “No, but I believe he will. So, I left on my own terms, before he could.”

            “I’m sorry, for what I did. I didn’t want to cause you your job. Plagg reassured me-.”

            “Easy. I’m not upset with you, I’m proud of you.”

            “Why? I cost you your job.”

            “It’s just a job. There’s no need to fret over that. Especially since what you did was a major accomplishment.”

            “How?”

            “You’re finally becoming your own person and it’s a better look that whatever Gabriel had. I didn’t say this, but I think all his taste died with Emilie.”

            Adrien’s eyes widened, then he giggled. “That’s a little mean.”

            “Maybe so, but your old man has put me through hell and I’m finally free of him. Well, I will be once I drop you off.”

            “I wish I could stay with you.”

            “I’m sorry you have to go back there. I don’t want to leave you alone in that house, but Duusu is right. It’s time to let go, to move on. And it’s the hardest thing I’ve had to do.”

            “Are you ok?”

            “I’m terrified. I don’t know what will happen. What the future has in store for me, nothing. It reminds me so much of last time, but this time, I’m not alone. This time, I won’t be hoping Gabriel will take me back. This time, I will finally let go of the chains I clung to and head forward. After all, I should lead by example with so many eyes on me.”

            “Can I still come see you? Will you stay in touch?”

            “Of course. I may not be there, but I won’t leave your life. I’m always a phone call or text away. And once I have an apartment, you’re free to stay should you need to get away from Gabriel. You’ll just have to put up with Alix. I do plan on extending an invitation to her.”

            They paused when they heard Luka screech. “Alix! What the hell?”

            “What’s the problem, Luka? I’ve got something on. I’m sure you’ve seen this all before!” Alix yelled.

            “I have not.”

            “How? You live with three girls, soon to be four.”

            “Oh, don’t be mean, Alix. Luka’s just a really modest guy,” Rose said.

            “Aye. Poor lad can’t even look in the mirror with a shirt off,” Anarka added.

            “Mom!” Luka yelled.

            “Hey, Luka! Wanna wrestle?” Alix asked.

            “Don’t even, Alix. Alix? No. Stop. Get away!”

            They heard a loud crash followed by sounds of a struggle. The rest of the girls cheered on. Duusu materialized and perched on Nathalie’s shoulder. Plagg walked up in cat form and sat on Adrien’s lap.

            “They’re like animals in there, Precious. Animals.”

            Nathalie sighed and rubbed her forehead.

            Adrien smiled and hugged Nathalie. “Thank you.”

            Nathalie hugged him back. “You’re welcome.”

            They finished their breakfast, then Nathalie stood. She held out her hand to Adrien.

            “Alright, time to take you home. Let’s show Gabriel that he can’t control us.”

            Adrien nodded and took it. Plagg vanished as she helped him up.

            “Alix? We’re ready,” Nathalie called out.

            Liberte rushed up with Juleka, Luka, and Rose.

            “Alright, let’s go!” Rose cheered.

            “We’re going to be there for him,” Luka said.

            “So, we’re coming too.”

            Nathalie nodded. Liberte teleported them outside the Agreste manor. Gabriel was outside with the Roger when they turned to see the group appear. Adrien shrank back when Gabriel’s eyes fell on him. Luka and Juleka placed a hand on Adrien’s shoulder, then stepped past Adrien.

            Gabriel locked eyes with Luka. “You. Explain yourself. What have you done to my son?”

            “I gave him a makeover. Something fresh for your dying brand,” Luka said.

            Gabriel sneered and started towards Luka but was stopped by Roger.

            “Let me handle this, Gabriel. It’s my job after all. Alright, care to explain what happened and how you came in contact with Adrien? Gabriel says Adrien doesn’t have any friends and was likely kidnapped.”

            “On the contrary, he does. He met us the one day he went to school. And I was the one that found him last night in the streets. He snuck out and when I tried to take him home, he refused. So, I took him to my place where he met my brother here,” Juleka explained.

            “And what were you doing out late, young lady?”

            Juleka smiled. “Mullo, get squeaky.”

            Mullo vanished into the pendant and transformed Juleka.

            “Alright. Adrien, please step forward.”

            Adrien joined Luka and Souris. Rose stepped up beside Juleka and Liberte beside Luka. Nathalie trailed behind and stood in the back.

            “Is what Souris claimed true?”

            “Yes.”

            “How did you get out?” Gabriel demanded.

            “The front door. It was easier than I expected.”

            Alix snickered. “Even my parents wouldn’t let me slip out the front door.”

            Roger gave Liberte a stern look. She snorted and flipped him off.

            “Well, looks like this was nothing more than a rebellious teen. Good luck, Gabriel. Alix, we’re watching you.”

            “It’s Liberte now, pigs.”

            “What about Nathalie? She’s missing too.”

            Nathalie cleared her throat.

            Gabriel looked at Nathalie. “Who are you?”

            “Father, it’s Nathalie.”

            “What? No, it isn’t.”

            “Yes, Gabriel, it’s me.”

            “What the hell are you wearing? Why aren’t you in uniform?”

            “Because I quit, Gabriel.”

            “What? You can’t do this to me, Nathalie!”

            “Yes, I can and am. Now you can raise the son you’ve been too busy to raise his whole life. You can’t give that responsibility to anyone else now, Gabriel. Liberte, let’s go.”

            Liberte nodded. They each hugged Adrien, then teleported them back to Juleka and Luka’s place. Adrien took a deep breath as he waited for Gabriel to speak.

            “Go to your room. Now. I’ll deal with you later.”

            Adrien blinked, then headed inside.

            “Well, if that’s all, we’ll be heading out.”

            “Hold a moment, chief.”

            “Is something wrong, Mister Agreste?”

            “A loose end has been undone. Take care of it.”

            “To what end?”

            “Whatever gets the job done.”

~~

            Liberte and the group arrived back at the Couffaine residence. Luka sighed and retreated to his room. Souris de-transformed and sat on the couch with Rose. Liberte lingered behind with Nathalie. She looked up at Nathalie and tilted her head. Nathalie had a thousand-yard stare and her skin pale. Duusu materialized before Nathalie.

            “Precious? Are you ok?”

            Nathalie shook her head as she hugged herself. Anarka peered out from the kitchen and moved over to Nathalie.

            “Lass? What’s wrong? Ye look ill.”

            “Duusu, spread my feathers.”

            Juleka and Rose turned as Nathalie became Mayura. She fell to the ground as she hyperventilated. She buried her face in her hands as tears fell.

            “What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?”

            Anarka rushed to Mayura’s side. “Easy, lass. Breathe.”

            “I can’t believe what I just did. How could I do that? How could I think he’d fire me? Why did I say those things? He’ll never take me back after that. What have I done?”

            Liberte knelt beside Mayura. “Fuck him! You shouldn’t have to be stuck in a place like that. Not where you’re trapped by a man like that asshole.”

            Juleka and Rose joined them.

            “Yeah. Even if we don’t know the full extent of your employment with the Agrestes, it was painfully obvious that Gabriel didn’t value you,” Juleka added.

            “What happened?”

            “Gabriel didn’t recognize Nathalie. He scolded her for not being in uniform, and when she said she quit, Gabriel said that she couldn’t do that.” Rose answered.

            “Which, she said she is, and he’d have to actually raise his son now,” Juleka added.

            “Oh, lass, you did the right thing.”

            “But I didn’t have to leave. He wouldn’t have fired me. I should have realized he was bluffing, that I was needed. Now Adrien and Felix-.” Mayura stopped when Liberte hugged her.

            “They’ll be ok, but you needed to get out of there. Look at you. Look what he’s done to you! No one should ever make you feel this way. No one. I’m glad you did and said those things. Cause now you’re free.”

            Anarka hugged Mayura. “Aye, lass. Freedom is a valuable thing. No one deserves to be in a cage. And you broke free. I know you’ll worry for the boys, but they’ll be alright. If they need you, they’ll come to you. And I feel we’ll see them again before long. You’ll see.”

            Mayura lowered her hands and nodded. Tears fell from her eyes as she stared at the ground. Rose hugged her, then Juleka. The girls sat on the floor as they all embraced and comforted Mayura.

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[starfallcity]

THE ECLIPSE - VOLUME 36

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This season is all about love- whether it's romantic or not, this issue of THE ECLIPSE has something for everyone, starring the heartthrob taking social media by storm. Founder and CEO of Dr. Love, and runner of the newest late-night show with a 'zine of his own on the way: everyone, welcome Cupid Amoré!

Interviewer: Thank you, Mr. Amoré for taking the time to sit with us. We know you must be busy.

Cupid: It's no problem at all! I'm honored you thought I was important enough to interview- the email startled me so bad I had to step away from my laptop! It was a little embarrassing...

I: Well I'm glad you found it so exciting! Getting straight into it, what are the basics of what you'd want the readers to know?

C: Hm. [pause] Obviously, there's my name, but that's likely been plastered all over the page by now. [chuckles] I guess from there it'd be my age, and so on- 34, as of right now. I'm a huge romantic- if you couldn't tell already. Mmn... [another pause] I don't really have a lot of nicknames- most people usually call me by my first name. Either that or my last. My favorite of all of them is 'squish', though. My sister gave it to me when I was younger.

I: 34? Wow! You seemed a lot younger- I wouldn't have guessed from your socials. And "Squish"- is there a particular reason behind it?

C: My sister would just say it's because my face was so fat. [sigh, a tired smile spreads on his face] She wasn't wrong, but I still want to whack her for it.

I: Siblings, am I right? Moving on, would you mind explaining the whole deal on your company, Dr. Love? It feels like it sprung up out of nowhere!

C: Well, I've actually run Dr. Love as a small online business for a while now, but only in recent months have we actually expanded into a "real" company. We sell products- mostly themed around couples, though our products can be bought by and gifted to anyone. Candies, cards, bouquets, etcetera. We even have a matchmaking service, and- ahem- 'items' for our older clients to enjoy on sale. Those ones are part of a...slightly different brand, though- the same one used for our late night show.

I: I see...it's nice to see you've taken the time to separate your adult and general brands. What inspired you to take this route? The type of business, I mean.

C: Love, of course! [chuckles] To be more specific, my love of love. I've lived in this city all my life- seen a manner of nasty things come about. I think if people took the time to slow down, and really take the time to appreciate themselves and the people around them- to interact without judgement, that Starfall can become a much better place. Too many people are on edge; trust is low- kindness to strangers is seen as some sort of novelty. If my company can help open hearts and change minds, well, I'd find that just wonderful.

I: An altruistic approach- don't you feel that's a bit naïve? With all the conflicts between humans and non-humans, not to mention the looming possibility of....well, I'm sure you've gotten your fair share of concerning fanmail yourself.

C: I have, and really, both of those issues are tragic to me, in a way. People are averse to change- I can see why someone with no experience would find the sudden appearance of non-humans jarring. Except, they aren't sudden- not in Starfall. They've been a long-standing part of our history. To try and push them out because of some sort of purity complex is, pardon my harsh words, stupid. Stupid and ignorant.

[pause]

C: And yes, that 'possibility' you've mentioned. I can't judge those people too harshly. At the end of the day, that type of behavior is more than your standard pushy fan. It's a sign of something deeper- it's something innate in that person. [frowns] I can't help but feel sad thinking about it. There are people who need help in this city. Real help. They're disturbed, but they're still people. I doubt they actively choose to be the way they are- it's unfortunate.

I: ...Of course. How genuine of you, Mr. Amoré. Aside from your business career, what can we come to expect from you? Publicity wise.

C: Of course there's the show- thinking about it is still nerve wracking, but I'll live. It's a late night show, nothing explicit, but I suggest streaming it after the young'ins have gone to bed. [winks] For our younger fluttering hearts, though, our magazine is all-ages, with an advice column for those struggling hearts in our community. We've been considering featuring some local stories in our magazine as well- meet cutes, self love stories...just things that make you feel fuzzy inside, you know?

I: Looks like we may have a bit of competition, eh? We're looking forward to its official release! Wrapping up now, any final words you have or our readers?

C: I am too. As for final words, not many, surprisingly. I just wish to thank those who have supported me up until this point, and welcome all those who decide to join the little community we've crafted. I wouldn't have gotten as far as I have without your help. Other than that, continue to spread as much love as you can- you never know who really needs it.

I: A touching message. Thank you again, Mr. Amoré, we appreciate you coming in and answering our questions. For our readers who want more of Starfall's newest star, be sure to check out the information listed below about his upcoming projects. Thank you for your time, and stay tuned for the next issue of THE ECLIPSE!

[droughtofapathy]

The DroughtofApathy Theatre Awards Nominations:

Best Ensemble Stereophonic Jaja's African Hair Braiding Merrily We Roll Along Illinoise

Best New Song "Evanesce," Days of Wine and Roses (Adam Guettel) "Masquerade," Stereophonic (Will Butler) "East of Eden," Stereophonic (Will Butler)

Bad Accent Eddie Redmayne's Muppet Voice Whatever the fuck Jeremy Jordan was doing Colton Ryan's Muppet Voice from last season, I'm still not over it

Diva Performance of the Year Jennifer Simard, Once Upon a One More Time Jessica Lange, Mother Play Emily Skinner, Suffs

Most Incredible Scene Transition The I Need That home cleanup transition Opening up Jaja's African Hair Braiding shop Mary Jane's apartment set lifting up to reveal the hospital set Doubt revolving set Appropriate house falling into shambles with a tree and everything De-renovating the Broadway Theatre after Here Lies Love flopped

Most Beautiful Woman On Stage Bebe Neuwirth, Cabaret Kelli O'Hara, Days of Wine and Roses (bonus points for The Hours) Jessica Lange, Mother Play Anika Noni Rose, Uncle Vanya

Moment So Horrifyingly Bad I Physically Recoiled Eddie Redmayne as the Emcee singing "Tomorrow Belongs to Me" BEFORE the party Everything Gayle Rankin did on that stage "My name is Ponyboy//I'm the youngest of the three," lyric from The Outsiders The Hell's Kitchen book being allowed on Broadway at all

Most Hated Sound Designer Gareth Owen, The Who's Tommy Jon Weston, The Wiz Gareth Owen, Hell's Kitchen (hey, a doubly-bad showing) Brian Ronan, The Great Gatsby, but specifically those gunshots

Floppiest Flop Show How to Dance in Ohio Lempicka Here Lies Love Grey House Once Upon a One More Time

Weirdest Marketing/Publicity/Social/Design Decision How to Dance in Ohio only emphasizing "AUTISM REP" over everything that might have drawn in any kind of crowd at all.

The Lempicka social media team just straight-up lying with their pull-quotes and then doubling down and getting snide.

Broadway producer Greg Nobile's twitter discourse.

The Cabaret social media brand refusing to acknowledge Bebe Neuwirth exists and is the only thing holding that show together.

Who did the Days of Wine and Roses cast album design and like...why?

Can You Spell Miscast? Eddie Redmayne, Cabaret Gayle Rankin, Cabaret Eden Espinosa, Lempicka Basically all of The Wiz Doubly so for The Great Gatsby

Star-in-the-Making Sarah Pidgeon, Stereophonic The Grey House kids Hannah Cruz, Suffs Amber Iman, Lempicka Anna Zavelson, Encores! The Light in the Piazza (not Broadway, but I said what I said)

Criminally Underutilized Older Character Actress Jayne Houdyshell, Uncle Vanya Emily Skinner, Suffs Andrea Burns, The Notebook Beth Leavel, Lempicka Mia Katigbak, Uncle Vanya Bebe Neuwirth, Cabaret

Worst Audience Behavior The couple who stayed on their phones the whole time at The Wiz.

The guy who started screaming and fighting at the top of act two at Hell's Kitchen.

The drunk women at Melissa Etheridge who were singing and flailing the whole show.

Shrieking girls at Bad Gatsby whenever the leading man did anything.

Family in front of me at Heart of Rock and Roll.

Guy behind me at Cabaret crunching wine chips through all of act two.

Iconic Merch Item Rosie the Elephant, Water for Elephants: she's so soft and well-made and perfect and I love her and need her. Great American Bitch clothing, Suffs Mother Hat, Mother Play Tissue box, The Notebook

Moment that Had Me in Tears When *spoiler* off-stage, Jaja is taken in by ICE and her daughter can't find her and may face deportation herself.

Merrily We Roll Along overture.

Mary Jane breakdown over the music therapist.

All of Maryann Plunkett's masterful performance in The Notebook.

Me going home to sob over how they butchered Cabaret.

Kimberly Akimbo final performance, it might've opened last season, but fight me

Reading an article on the opening of the Bad Gatsby where a car hit a pedestrian right next to where all the celebrities were getting their photos taken and no one noticed. (tears of laughter-pedestrian was not hurt badly)

Single Best Costume Emily Skinner's Dorothy Louden coat Jennifer Simard, titties up and out as the Stepmother Sara Gettlefinger's fun jumpsuit and headscarf combo Anika Noni Rose entrance blue gown with the plunging neckline and deep v back Bebe Neuwirth's little pink nightie and phenomenal shawl Kate Baldwin's off-the-shoulder outfits in the regional production of A Little Night Music

Best Playbill Design Stereophonic - 10/10 no notes Suffs - Like the art style Illinoise - I really like the colors and art style Here Lies Love - I like the colors

Worst Playbill Design Cabaret - you should be ashamed of yourself. Not even the title Doubt - I know there was a last-minute replacement, but c'mon Lempicka - whoever did this should be taken out back and shot Spamalot - it's just the same damn design as the original, but brighter and worse

Tony Snub Laurie Metcalf, Grey House Jennifer Simard, Once Upon a One More Time Chip Zien, Harmony Days of Wine and Roses, Best Musical Grey House, Best Scenic Design of a Play

Cars on Broadway The Bad Gatsby cars that actually drive The Lempicka silver car that isn't green and doesn't drive The Illinoise concept car made out of props and actor's bodies The Back to the Future car that files and spins and shit

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

A Chance for Christmas AU

Kara is a family blogger. The world believes her to be married with one daughter. What the world doesn't know is that her husband is actually her friend James, and her daughter Esme is actually her niece.

Kara lives in her sister's house, making the kitchen and family room her domain to film. But for all the public knows, it's Kara's house and Kara's family.

Alex loves her sister to the point of letting Esme participate, initially because Esme also loves it. But eventually it becomes less about spending time with Esme and more about the views and likes.

Just before Christmas, Kara finds out that one of the top brands in the world (Luthor Industries) is interested in sponsoring her. Turns out, Lena Luthor is a fan of Kara's blog, and has convinced her brother (her boss), that Kara would be the perfect fit.

Lex is doubtful, and so sets a seemingly impossible challenge-- he will give Kara Danvers control of the company's social media feeds on Christmas Eve. If Kara gets 2 million views, he'll give her the sponsorship. If she doesn't, well... Lena will take the fall.

Things in Kara's life are starting to unravel under the pressure of trying to get the sponsorship deal with the Luthor brand. Her family is losing patience, fully disenchanted with the vlog thing. So by the time Lena shows up to monitor the live takeover of the Luthor social media feeds, Kara is at her wit's end.

She mistakes Lena for the assistant producer she hired for the day (who never actually shows up) and pulls her inside and starts barking orders. Thus Lena is treated to a first hand look at the chaos that is behind the scenes of Kara's perfect-family schtick. When she learns the truth of Kara and James' relationship, and the fact Esme isn't even Kara's daughter, Lena nearly panics.

But in the end, she rolls with it. After all, if this test of Kara's (to get 2 million views on Christmas Eve) doesn't succeed, Lena will lose all credibility with her family, and THAT Lena will not allow.

They work together to put together a... mediocre product. They only get halfway to their viewer goal, and when their rental Santa (actually the real santa), Kara wishes aloud that she wishes to do the whole day over again. Which of course Santa makes happen.

What follows is christmas groundhog day, giving Lena and Kara (the only two who remember that Christmas Eve has already happened) the opportunity to do the day over and over again until they get it right. But no matter what they do, they always seem to fall short of the 2mil views.

Some days are better than others, some are straight disasters, but little by little, each day gets them closer to their goal, and closer to each other. They're both charming after all, and beautiful. How could they ignore the chemistry between them?

Lena also bonds with Esme. While coloring one day between shoots, Lena asks Esme if she even likes filming. Esme responds that at first she did, because it was an excuse to spend time with her favorite aunt, but now it feels like it wouldn't really matter if Esme were even in the clip at all. They don't ever really do anything together. Kara does it all herself, and brings Esme in just to get a couple takes in.

Lena also learns that James has/had a thing for Kara, but that Kara never felt the same way. He'd thought that pretending to be married on camera would bring them closer, but in the end it only pushed them farther apart, to the point that he's not even sure they're friends anymore.

Finally, FINALLY, Kara and Lena put together the perfect day. Professional decorators make the house perfect, everyone puts on their best performances, and the livestream officially hits more than 2 million views.

But the success comes at a cost. Having excluded the rest of her friends and family, they all leave the house bitterly. Even Alex, whose house Kara lives and films in, takes her family to in-law's house to spend the night.

"When we come back," Alex hisses on her way out the door, "I want you gone."

Heartbroken, Kara finally realizes what her fervor for success has cost her. Her family, the people she cherishes most in the world-- she lost sight of them. And now, having met their goal, Kara knows the day won't reset. This is the reality she will have to face tomorrow.

Or is it.

When she wakes the next morning, it's Christmas Eve again. But this time, she refuses to film she spends the day with Alex, Kelly, Esme and James. Though there's no filming, Lena comes over anyway to join them. Upon seeing this new (true) Kara, Lena surreptitiously begins to film from her phone as the family plays board games, bakes cookies, and just acts like a normal messy family.

But when Lena reveals that the feed got them the 2mil views again, Kara explodes. She feels exploited, betrayed, and doesn't listen when Lena tries to explain that the world deserves to see Kara as she truly is-- a kind soul who loves her family. She throws Lena out, and stews until Alex comes in to chat.

"It's been a long time since we've spent time like this together," Alex says quietly. "Recently, it's felt like the vlog was all you cared about-- and what really hurt the most was that it was fake. But what Lena streamed today... that was real."

Thus, now armed with her sister's blessing, Kara starts a new livestream. She bares all her secrets, tells her truth. She also vows to return to what her channel was always meant to be about.

"I stumbled into family blogging by accident, and when I did I tried to give you what you seemed to want. But the truth is, all I wanted to do was share my love of baking, cooking, and making things for my family. To share the joy of showing love. And that's what I'll be doing from now on. Just... me."

She also asks that Lena-- if she's watching-- please know that she's truly, deeply sorry.

"Please," Kara pleads to the camera. "Don't go."

She's tried calling Lena, of course, but Lena's turned her phone to do not disturb. The only call allowed to come through is her brother's, who reaches out to congratulate her.

"And don't worry," he says, "we'll be able to work with the brand change."

"What?"

"You mean you haven't seen Kara's latest video? You should. Trust me. You can thank me later."

So Lena does, and then immediately drops everything to rush back to the Danvers' home. Kara rushes out at the sound of Lena honking the horn as she pulls into the driveway, and there in her slippers she rushes into Lena's arms and plants a fervent kiss on her lips.

"I'm sorry--" Lena murmurs, eye closed as their foreheads touch.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bitten your head off, I know you were just trying to help--"

"I love you."

Kara looks up with a tearful smile, her eyes sparkling with christmas lights.

"I love you too."