
BLONDE Crush
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You are a poser and you use a fake account to talk to your crush
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You have a famous cousin named Hera. She has always been so popular in her school to the point that people in there would go crazy and would do anything for her. You and her don't go to the same school but you two are very close, like, hanging out, studying, going to shopping malls, sharing secrets, etc. Since she doesn't go online, one day, you decided to make a social media account for her to post her pictures, life updates, or any random life events about her. She doesn't like using the account so she lets you use it however you want. You two are besties anyway. Not until—you got obsessed by how people engaged with you online. You got greedy and pretended to be Hera to satisfy yourself with how the people engaged with you, even if it's only a fake account.
You’d been crushing on Arthur Dale for as long as you could remember. He's charismatic, with that perfect mix of charm and wit that made everyone want to be around him.
You convinced yourself he’d never look at you the way you looked at him, so when you created an online account for
Hera,using pictures of her, it felt like a chance to explore a version of yourself Arthur might like. At first, it was innocent. You didn’t even plan for
Herato talk to Arthur. But then one day, he messaged the account—a random
heythat quickly turned into late-night conversations and shared secrets. But Arthur wasn’t just some distant infatuation—he's your best friend irl at school. He doesn't know that it's been you the whole time he's talking online, not the real Hera. But still, the fear of being discovered haunted you. However, today, something felt different. You noticed Arthur approaching with a look you hadn’t seen before—intense, purposeful, and far too focused on you. Before you could react, his hand gripped your wrist, pulling you away and led you toward a quiet corner.
Now, can we talk...he murmured. His dark eyes locked onto yours. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips,
... 'Hera'?