#a bit of a cheat using a Mad Magazine cover

[clonehighdoublehelix]

Will helen of troy be ever shown in ur comic ? Like she was only seen in the last 2 eps of s1 but her design is one of the most unique ones of s1 and im gen curious how her new clone would look like in ur style

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remember, forever. (11)

↳ kageyama tobio x f!reader

description: in which the boy you’ve loved for years unexpectedly becomes your baby daddy. the catch? he’s in love with someone else.

genre: angst, cheating, unrequited love

a/n: a filler chapter for whats about to come >:)

previous

You ended up staying pretty late at the office because you had to deal with this project that you’ve been working on for the past few months. As the Tokyo Fashion Week was coming near, you were making sure that your team would comply to your deadlines and that your proposal for this month’s feature cover would go smoothly.

Working at a fashion magazine company wasn’t all about the glitz and glamour. It was actually a pretty hectic job, but you loved what you were doing.

You could have easily stayed in New York City, especially with the kind of industry you were in, you knew you had more opportunities there. In New York, you had all the connections that you needed to be one of the recognized fashion editors in the world. That was your dream.

But right now, Japan was where your heart wanted to be.

You got distracted as your phone buzzed from your table while you were fixing your things. It was already 8pm and you still had somewhere else to go to.

Tobio: I’m done for today

Tobio: Where are you?

You closed your phone and grabbed your bag, carrying some of the portfolios you had to review for the weekend. There was just so much work to do.

When you came out of the building, Oikawa was already whining about how long you took.

“I’m hungry as heck!” he complained, offering to carry your stuff.

“You and me, both.”

You thanked him in gratitude as he carried your bag and the both of you started walking towards this nearby ramen place.

“You look cute,” you commented on his preppy boy outfit.

“Always am.” He winked. “I missed you for the past days! I didn’t have anyone else to annoy.”

Jina and Iwaizumi were already in the ramen place by the time you two came and the first thing they asked you was all about the Osaka trip.

You were honest. You told them exactly what happened and how much fun you had.

You did leave out the part where Kageyama left you at the train station to go to his ex-girlfriend.

You convinced yourself that it wasn’t a big deal to you. It was normal for him to come to Lara’s aid especially at a situation like that. Worse things could have happened to her and she could’ve been taken advantage of. Of course, you didn’t want that to happen. After all, she was devastated with this whole thing and you contributed to it.

Still, you were a bit hurt yourself too. You weren’t exactly mad at Tobio—you just wanted to take the time to handle your feelings and not be irrational. He just had to do what he had to do.

“You say you’re happy but your face tells me otherwise,” Oikawa pointed out.

“Exactly,” Jina agreed. “If something else happened, you can tell us.”

You were quick to deny. “I’m just tired right now because of work, but I really did have fun.”

Plus, they were going to give Kageyama hell for it. He didn’t do anything wrong. He was already trying enough for you and you’d be selfish to keep him for yourself. He wasn’t even originally yours to begin with.

You ought to be more understanding and compassionate.

After awhile, you heard Iwaizumi clear his throat, cutting you off your trance. Strangely, him and Jina looked like they were going to say something important.

“We have something to tell you guys,” Iwaizumi announced, sending his girlfriend a loving glance.

Oikawa took a sip from his juice. “I think I know where this is going!”

You nudged his rib to shut him up.

“Well, I guess you do,” Jina answered, showing a beautiful diamond ring on her finger. “We’re getting married soon!”

Wow.

You felt so genuinely delighted to hear the news that you had no other words but to say “Oh, my gosh.”

Your best friend was getting married to the love of her life since high school. They were getting married. You felt genuinely happy that you couldn’t help but smile.

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa fake-cried. “You’re a grown up!”

Iwaizumi threw a balled tissue to his face, causing you and Jina to chuckle. “You’re my Best Man.”

“And you,” Jina looked at you. “Are my Maid of Honor.”

You cooed. “I’d be glad to! I’m so, so happy for you guys! Oh gosh, this is amazing! Congratulations!”

You couldn’t wish for any other guy more perfect for Jina. They deserved each other and you already knew that they’d have a wonderful married life.

There was no flaw to their relationship because they completed each other. They were fated to love each other, like twin flames. They were two beings that share the same heart.

You wondered if you’d ever have this kind of relationship, too.

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That night when you came back to your apartment, you didn’t expect that Kageyama would be sitting at your couch waiting for you.

Then you remembered you did give him the passcode to your door lock so he could enter whenever he wanted to.

“Hey.” He got up to take your things from you. You noticed he was in his casual clothes. “You didn’t respond to my texts so I had to check on you.”

It was the first time you’ve seen him again since the night at the train station and your heart was doing somersaults.

“Sorry, I was out with Jina,” you told him.

“I could’ve picked you up,” he insisted, following you to your bedroom. “Are you avoiding me?”

You looked back at him, feeling terrible. “No, I was just busy with work. I’m sorry.”

Should you just pretend that nothing happened? Maybe that was the best thing to do.

You really didn’t want to make him think that he had to stop talking to Lara for your sake. You weren’t exactly in the position to demand something like that and he did tell you that it would take him some time to adjust to his feelings.

You were nothing but guilty, because every time you spent some happy moments with Tobio, Lara had to deal with a broken heart alone.

You understood her pain, too. And you understood that Kageyama was trying to set a middle ground where no one would get hurt because of this.

He walked closer to you and reached for your hand. “Listen, about Lara... I just made sure she got home safe.”

“You don’t have to explain,” you reassured. “I get it and it’s okay. I’m glad to know she’s fine.”

The fact that he put it upon himself to clear it up was enough for you. He was being honest and you appreciated that.

He sighed of relief. “Thank fuck. I thought you were gonna get mad at me.”

“I won’t,” you answered, truthfully. “I just...I wanna say sorry to her that she has go through this—”

“Not your fault, it’s mine.” Kageyama kept a calm composure. “She’s very broken right now because of me.”

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Kageyama had stayed the night with you.

You insisted that it was fine if he didn’t, but he claimed that he wanted to be sure he was there if ever you had cramps again.

And even if you got used to him holding you in his arms to sleep, it still made you feel at ease. Sleeping next to him just made you feel safe.

“Jina and Zumi are getting married,” you spoke as his thumb caressed your belly.

“Nice,” he replied, eyes glued on the TV screen. “When’s the wedding?”

You leaned your head on his shoulder. “In two months. They said they just wanna rush into it so they can get to the honeymoon stage, it’s so cute.”

The idea of marriage seemed to have thrown him off because he stayed quiet for awhile.

You totally forgot that marriage was a hot topic between the both of you.

“You haven’t told me what your parents think about this,” he brought up.

Oh...

“I-I haven’t really told them,” you stammered. “I don’t know when I will.”

He nodded understandingly. “They’re gonna know either way.”

Well, you just weren’t prepared for it. You didn’t want to think of how disappointed your dad’s going to be as well as the reaction your stepmom would have when they hear about it.

“I bet your dad’s gonna kill me,” he claimed in good humor.

“He’d be a hypocrite to do so,” you retorted. “He got my mom pregnant and she was a mistress.”

Just like what I am to you.

Kageyama took a deep breath. “What happened to your real mom?”

Only a few people knew about the story because you couldn’t really open up about it unless you trusted the person. You just felt like people were going to judge you for being an illegitimate child and the last thing you wanted was to hear people look down on you or your biological mom.

“She left me after childbirth,” you spilled, knowing Kageyama was someone you could open up to. “But I’m not mad at her. I don’t know where she is now, but I still wanna meet her. Even for a few minutes.”

Kageyama pulled away to look at you and didn’t say anything. He just stared.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing.”

You wanted to know what was going through his head because he was possibly the most complex person to exist.

From then and now, it had been difficult to figure out what he was thinking of because he showed little to no emotions. Most times, he resorted to using anger as a form of emotional release when his thoughts went array.

At those times, you wanted to be the person that would help him to simply handle his emotions in a healthy way. You wanted to make him an even better man and be at his side whenever he needed you.

Isn’t the world unfair? How come you had to care so much for a man that couldn’t even love you? You loved him and you would always love him, not just because he was the father of your child but because he was Tobio Kageyama.

How happy would you be that, even if you two get married, the only reason he was with you was because of the baby?

You were at a point where he could hurt you again and again. He could trample over your feelings, step on them, and you would still love him, because you were programmed to do so.

He was truly the only man you could love so much like this.

“I love you,” you spoke those three words like you’ve wanted to say it for a long time. It was the raw and pure truth.

His eyes were full of hesitation. His breathing was still. Fear was visible on his face.

You already knew his answer was no.

“Go to sleep,” he mumbled, pulling you back to his chest.

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For the first time in a while, Tobio was heavily distracted throughout the team practice. His coach was fast to notice it and had asked him what was wrong.

Nothing was wrong.

He was just thinking about that night you told him you love him.

When Oikawa asked him before if he liked you, his answer was that he didn’t know because he loved Lara.

For Tobio, love was a strong word and it wasn’t something you should just say carelessly.

You already told him you loved him before, back in high school when you confessed to him. Kageyama didn’t believe you at the time because you were young and he wasn’t interested in romance. He told you that you should come back to him when you get older and see if you could say the same thing—by then, he would believe you.

He did believe you now and he was amazed by your dedication.

He didn’t think he deserved you enough for it because he was a coward. Tsukishima was right. Kageyama was a coward who couldn’t be honest with his feelings. He was afraid of telling you how he really felt.

“Kageyama!” one of his teammates called from the court just as he grabbed his duffel bag. “Stay for a while and toss for us! You used to stay longer after practice.”

He shook his head. “My girlfriend’s pregnant. I can’t stay too long anymore.”

He was about to leave until the guy spoke again.

“You mean the sidechick?” He sniggered. “I can’t believe you replaced Lara for her, bro. You could have chosen someone better. Chick’s a downgrade.”

Kageyama clenched his fist.

“Besides,” the guy continued. “If I were you, I’d have forced her to abort the baby so I can go back to smashing Lara. Doubt you really liked that other girl, anyway.”

The next thing he knew, Kageyama was already charging at the guy out of frustration and two of their other teammates ran to hold him back.

“For someone who just sits on the bench every game, you sure have a loud mouth,” he spat towards the guy. “Learn to mind your fucking business. You don’t know me.”

He’d already had enough of how other people talked shit about you. Yes, he was aware of them. He knew what people thought of you and it was all his fault that you were perceived that way.

But Kageyama knew the real you and it would never change. He didn’t care about what other people would say. All that mattered to him now was to see you happy.

[mysticgoblinwriter]

Driving In A Cold Sweat; There Is No One On This Highway

Warnings- Murder, infidelity, swearing, food imagery, shitty parents, i made Steve the villain who’s in the HOA and a politician, adult content, dark!reader, cheating, a bit of flirting, mental health joke (mental health is NOT a joke, y’all), religion symbolism, dark!steve, peggy x bucky,

Word Count- 1.9k

kudos to @blackberrybucky for being my soundboard, and @fandomsandxfiles for being my beta reader. Love y'all

a/n- This is inspired by Hypothermic by Goodnight Texas.  Its really dark, and I surprised myself writing this but I like it. I also changed the landscape to desert. Leave comments if you want! As many as you like, I fangirl over my work too. All writers should, its selfcare.

IF YOU WANT SOMETHING FLUFFY AND SOFT TURN AWAY NOW; MINORS DNI

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE. A REBLOG IS APPRECIATED. A REPOST IS NOT.

Bucky looks you up and down, taking you in like you are the gods own ambrosia.  “So, doll.  What brings you to this shit hole?”

You laugh to yourself.  “I murdered somebody.”- was the sentence that also inspired this but its not in the actual story.

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The radio gave out miles ago.  It was emitting nothing except for crackling and static.  Every now and then it would cut back to a sermon, funnily enough it’d been the same one that was on when you started your trip.  Sunset was a little ways off.  If you looked hard enough you could see coyotes just off the asphalt.  Alive, yes.  But just how long had their souls been gone?  Someone was screaming.

A man.  You’d heard that scream before.  Seared into you memory like that steak you had for your 15th birthday. It was right next to you.  Oozing blood and raw-red.  You could hear the clink of the knife as it scraped against the plate.  Shaking your head to clear it, you notice an exit with a gas station.  “Now’s a time as good as any to stop.”  Gravel crunches as you slide up next to the pump. The neon beer lights from the bar across the road are calling.  But you can’t answer. The gas handle is slick and grimy, you’ve felt something like that before, but you can’t remember what.  A fuzzy noise in the back of your ears gets your attention.  Another truck has pulled in.  Right in the spot next to yours, never mind the dozen others that are free.  A bulky man steps down, his face hidden by a rangers hat.

You could tell he worked out though.  And had hair in need of a washing.  Clunk.  The tank was full.  You thought it best to leave before anyone could place you, but your stomach needed something other than greasy two-bit fast food.  You glance around, looking for any sign that promised a hot meal.

“Looking for something, doll?” You let out a small gasp.  He was staring straight at you now.

“Does this shithole have a place to eat?  I might have to start eating the cactus.”

He lets out a soft laugh, “Yeah, there’s a diner about half mile down the road.”

His face brightens like he just thought of something.  “You wanna meet me there?  I’ll buy dinner?”  You weigh the options.  You can’t have anybody recognize you; but your cash is getting low and however you can stretch it, you must.  You nod once.  “Sure.”

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The diner is every trope you’d seen in the movies your pops watched when he got off work.  Flies buzzing, neon sign flickering, checkered tile.  It even had the shiny red leather booths.  What a dream.  “Getcha a seat anywhere, honey.  I’ll be right over,” came a perky voice from the back.  Presumably a waitress. You choose the booth near the back exit.  Its always good to have a backup plan.

The man said he needed to get something at the mini-mart, that you could go ahead and he’d catch up.  Somebody screamed right next to you, causing you to jump out of your seat.  You whip your head around.  No one was even in the dining area.  It sounded so real.  Like you could reach out and grasp the shattering inky blackness.  You take a couple of deep breaths.  Try to remember your happy place.  Tahiti, its a magical place.  Or so you’ve been told  You just picked it from a magazine that was open on the coffee table the night your mother set fire to the curtains in the living room.  The flames had licked up the page, burning the island resort into ash.  Boots thudded as they made way to where you were.  He slides in across from you.

“Um, the waitress’ll be right out,” you said softly.  He barely heard it over the rickety air conditioning.  He nods to show he heard.  He’s sitting close.  Closer than you’d thought another human would ever sit next to you again.  His hands are rough and calloused.  The sleeve cuffs of his hoodie are frayed; as if someone clawed at them.  Eyes traveling up his body, you take in more details.  The hoodie isn’t faded, its brand new.  He wears a bracelet of leather on his right hand, with a charm you can’t quite see.  His necklace is corded hemp, plain and understated.

A light stubble that’s maybe three days old covers his jaw.  His eyes... are piercing right through you. You take in a quick breath, not being able to look away.  You’d never seen that shade of blue before.   He’d been watching you watching him.  Quirking an eyebrow, ”See anything ya like, doll?” You start to sputter an answer but the waitress comes over.  “Sorry about the wait.  Here’s your-”  Blue eyes interrupts her, “We don’t need those.  I’ll have the special and she’ll have the ‘Its Impossible To Go Away Hungry’ plate”  “Okay, then.  I’ll get that right out to ya folks.”

You glare at him, he mirrors it with dicky nonchalance. “Why did you order for me?”  He leans forward, tilts his head the right the tiniest fraction.  “You’re starved.  I really don’t give a damn what kept you from eating but I ain’t gonna let you go without giving you a meal.  The steak plate is the biggest meal they have.  You can take a to go box, that is if you don’t eat the whole thing.”

“Oh.”  You cast out a huff, “Well, thank you.”  He flashes a killer smile. Pearly white teeth in a straight line.  Not an imperfection to be found anywhere.  A silence falls between the two of you.  You can’t decide whether its comfortable of not.

“My name is Bucky.  I thought you wouldn’t like eating with a stranger.  I like to doodle in the margins of my books sometimes.”  “Please tell me not library books.”  He scoffs as if you suggested the impossible, “Never.  Do you think I’m crazy?”

“Jury’s out on that, Bucky.”  He looks at you more intently now.  “Really?  Same could be said about you.  When I first spoke to you it was like a deer in headlights.  Ya running from something, sugar?”  He’d said it jokingly but you didn’t laugh.

“No.  Nothing like that.”

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Shirley came back with your plates, and two root beers.  She left the check at the end of the table and Bucky swooped it up.  The meal passed by in the comfortable sounds of silverware clinking and ice clacking in the cups.  You both ate in record time.

You were careful to save enough for a second meal. That went into the to go container.  Now both cups were drained and plates scraped clean.  You start to slide out of your seat, mumbling a thanks but Bucky stops you.  “Wait, won’t you sit here a while longer?  I’d be kinda sad sitting here alone.”  After a moments hesitation, you resume your position.  “What do you wanna talk about?  It can’t be the weather.  Its been dry as bones for weeks.”   He ponders for a moment, “You.”  He shifts a little, resting one ankle on the opposite knee.

“I want to know what you’re running from, and see if I can offer...a distraction.”  That shocks you.  “Life?  Aren’t we all running away in some form or another?  I just happened to take the mobile route.”  You shrug, “What do you want me to say?  It was all shitty so I left it behind.  And as for the distraction part, I got a whore last night, so don’t bother.”  He is silent.  Just sits there and gazes at you.  You cock your head, getting impatient.  “Am I allowed to leave now?  Or do you want to talk about our feelings?”

“I slept with my best friends wife.”

“I-I’m sorry you what??”

“I slept with my best friends wife.  He owns half the town, what with him being mayor and all.  I couldn’t take it anymore, he’s always been the golden boy.  Always been the beacon of light.  I just wanted a slice of what he had.”  He looks up, his eyes are dead.  “She was willing, and I just... took her.  There on his desk.  He’d been out for lunch with some bigwig, and I made her cum twice on my cock.”  He chuckles darkly.  “That’d been the first time.  All the other times don’t matter, he doesn’t know about those.  But he does know about the time in the craft shed.  Peggy did pottery.

Had a nice little workshop, it was connected to the mansion they had.  I wanted to bring her pleasure in the place where she gets frustrated often, so she’d have something else to think about.  Steve caught us on the floor.  A big bunch of daffodils in hand.  Stupid, those weren’t even her favorites.”  He was gone now, lost in memories, not even knowing he was talking.  “Said he had come by to take her to lunch.  That was always like Steve.  Expected her to clear her schedule at the drop of a hat but never doing the same for anybody. He didn’t even get mad.  He just walked away, muttering something about his office.

Peggy said she could talk some sense into him.  The next day I found her in the garbage when I took out my trash.”  Your sharp inhale and big eyes do nothing to catch his attention.  “Steve comes strolling out of nowhere, said that she was a threat to his image.  Said that I need to leave or face the same.  I asked why he left me alive and he said ‘So you can remember the pain until you lay down in the ground and the mice and carrion drag your body up from its silk cocoon to feast.”

But that’s not all.”  He said the last bit so quietly, it was as if he said nothing.

“What?”  He’s crying now, tears are forming rivers in his eyes.  “She knew.  She knew  he was going to be there and that’s how she wanted to go out.”  Your puzzled expression makes him laugh.  “Don’t know many politicians, do you?  Good.  Keep it that way.  That day when the mail came I got a letter.  From her.  It said how she wanted to divorce Steve ever since he became the HOA president.  But she couldn’t.  He had threatened her once, just once and what he said was so blisteringly awful.  And he did it.  He is a man of his word, after all.  He kept his damn word.”

“So...she used you as an out?”  He winces.  You hadn’t meant to sound like that.

“Yes.”

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Out in the diners parking lot you say goodbye to James.  Wait.  No, no.  His name is Bucky.  He’s got a green  Chevy and blue eyes.  Or was it red?  It doesn’t matter anyway.  You back out and head for the next state, ignoring the blood leaking from the tarp in your trunk.  The screams have stopped.  And the moon is bright.

[cotncandyboifics]

1989 [High School AU]: Chapter 1

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Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~

Pairings: slight Logince, eventual Prinxiety & Logicality

Word count: 1,780

Story summary: Roman Prince is your stereotypical Jock, with everyone swooning after him. Every day a crowd of people follow him around, only to disperse at his personal whim. In reality, he's lucky to have such good acting skills that help him cover up the disdain he has for his life. He only wishes he could use his skills properly.

Patton Whitelock's always there to lend a helping hand, no matter who you are. If you need a favor or just need someone to talk to, go to him. In reality, he's been taught from a young age that kindness should be held above all else. No one suspects that he took it the wrong way.

Logan Montgomery is the smartest boy in the Senior class. He's stern, and most people are too intimidated to speak to him. In reality, he despises most all of his fellow students. He sticks to his studies and doesn't stray, for fear of being stuck in his father's shadow his whole life.

Virgil Black is the most emo kid in school, let alone 12th grade; everyone knows to leave him be. In reality, he's very fortunate. He has two parents who love him dearly. But everything beyond his life, everything within his mind, is utter chaos and turmoil.

what will happen when they're assigned a biology project together?

General CW: food, swearing, implied s-lf h-rm, non-graphic descriptions of s-lf h-rm scars, graphic and non-graphic descriptions of anxiety attacks and panic attacks, drug abuse, minor character intoxicated on heroin, non-graphic drug overdose description, sickness/description of sickness, blood, non-graphic descriptions of needles, (will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: <none> (let me know if i missed anything please!)

Author notes: hook chapter go brr

...

Nice to meet you, where you been?

I can show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saw you there, and I thought

"Oh my god, look at that face

You look like my next mistake"

Love's a game, wanna play?

Roman checked his watch discreetly as he walked down the hall toward his first class. 7:58. He was almost late, but not quite. As he walked in, earning a glare from Mr. Berry and a few students, he glanced at the whiteboard. It read: "Tuesday, September 3 / Classwork: OT essay workday / Homework: OT Analysis and Essay due FRIDAY". The word "Friday" was written sloppily large and underlined. Roman just kept his sleepy poker face and walked to his desk, in the second-to-last row in the middle. He'd not noticed the shrunken figure at the desk next to him, whom everyone knew but no one liked. Virgil Black.

New money, suit and tie

I can read you like a magazine

Ain't it funny, rumors fly

And I know you've heard about me

So hey, let's be friends

I'm dying to see, how this one ends

Grab your passport, and my hand

I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

Virgil shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets as he glared in Roman's general direction from behind bright purple bangs. His scowl deepened as Roman pulled out his notebook but didn't take his single earbud out, proceeding to doodle on the margins of his notebook.

Roman propped his head up on his right palm, tilting his head carelessly as he drew stars around a stick man's head. By this time, the plump red-faced man known as Mr. Berry, teacher of English 12, had taken his respected place at the front of the class for a quick lecture before they began classwork.

So it's gonna be forever,

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over,

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cus you know I love the players,

And you love the game

"Good morning students," He said in a blubbering gritty voice, the sagging skin below his chin bouncing comically as he did so. "I trust you completed reading the rest of the book. Now, as I'm sure you've noticed, the Analysis and quotes along with your essay's final draft are due - both printed - on Friday. If you turn it in on Monday, it'll drop two letter grades, and any time after that is a zero. I should hope this first assignment will get you in the punctual mindset for my class." The large man was walking about the room, between desks checking for cheating or kids working ahead. He was strict, and didn't tolerate out-of-line behavior. As he completed his sentence, his eyes fell on Roman, who was still slouched apathetically, doodling, earbud in. The students watching Mr. Berry saw his face somehow achieve a deeper hue of red and his eyes bulge, as a bull does when it spots it's target. Roman however, didn't notice; a pale-faced Virgil tried to get his attention without the teacher noticing.

'Cus we're young and we're reckless,

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless,

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space baby...

And I'll write your name.

"Psst. Roman." he hissed in vain. Roman's earbud was in his right ear, the same side Virgil was sitting on, so quiet noises from that direction were inaudible to him. Despite the class's uneasiness as Mr. Berry made his way to Roman's seat, and though Roman was fully aware of the fat fuming man advancing on him, he made no change in expression or focus; merely, filled in the dark half of the yin yang he had sketched next to his name as he lightly mouthed the words of the song.

Mr. Berry stopped right in front of Roman's desk, looking down at him furiously. When Roman ignored him, he took further action. Just as Roman had completed the yin yang, a fat red hand came down loudly on his desk and a sudden "MR. PRINCE!!" Erupted from the old man's gullet.

Cherry lips, crystal skies

I can show you incredible things

Stolen kisses, pretty lies

You're the king baby I'm your queen

Find out what you want,

Be that girl for a month

Wait, the worst is yet to come... oh no.

Roman looked up at him slowly, but no trace of fear could be found on his face. Even, a slight smirk hinting at the corners of his mouth. But, not enough for the old man to notice.

"What sort of media is emitting from those... earphones?" Mr. Berry said, bug-eyed.

Roman held up the earbud that wasn't in his ear, looking at it. "You mean these?" He said.

Mr. Berry simply sighed and rolled his eyes frustratedly. "Yes, 'in those', Mr. Prince. You'd better have an adequate response."

Screaming, crying, perfect storms

I can make all the tables turn

Rose garden filled with thorns

Keep you second guessing, like

"Oh my god, who is she?"

I get drunk on jealousy

But you'll come back each time you leave

'Cus darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Roman held the old man's gaze, as if searching for something within his grey-brown orbs. After a moment, he sighed quietly and said, "Taylor Swift."

His response earned a few snickers from other students, to which Mr. Berry scanned the room to see if he could bust two students in one go.

Most of the students thought he looked like Napoleon from the 1954 animated movie based on Animal Farm, a fair comparison. His balding head and fat body gave him an appearance that was quite comparable to a pig.

After a moment of glaring at a few of the known renegades of the class, he returned his focus to Roman. But, this time, he didn't appear as angry; rather, he was smiling gently, but his eyes still held an angry glow. "Since you see no point in listening to my lecture, I'm sure you wouldn't mind showing the class a sufficient outline for your first draft essay? Along with the requirements, of course," the senile man's smirk curled up into a grin as he spoke, tilting his head a bit. Roman merely smirked himself, and stood.

So it's gonna be forever,

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over,

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cus you know I love the players,

And you love the game

Mr. Berry watched in moderate surprise as Roman walked swiftly past the rows of desks to the whiteboard, uncapped an expo marker, and began writing in neatly printed lettering. "Ok, so the final draft is due on Friday," He began, "So you should have your first draft completed by tonight. The essay must have at least five body paragraphs, a minimum of two quotes each-" Virgil watched, shocked, gripping his pencil so that his knuckles paled. "So I hope you've picked out your quotes already. The thesis needs to answer the prompt, obviously. Conclusion should be at least five sentences. So overall, about two or three pages. I'd recommend using this class time to create an outline in your notebook, and typing up a first draft. Have your second draft done tomorrow, and final details on Thursday. And because Mr. Berry is too... behind the times to use Google Classroom, you'll need to print it out and hand it in physically. I'm sure Mr. Berry isn't partial to the trees we're killing, so if you're in Environmental club, I'd not bother complaining." And with this final sentence, Roman touched up his writing on the board and walked back to his seat, never taking out his earbud.

'Cus we're young and we're reckless,

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless,

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I got a blank space baby...

And I'll write your name.

Mr. Berry was still standing over Roman's desk, now staring down at him with large eyes. He opened his mouth slightly to say something, but was interrupted by another student asking a question. From then on, Mr. Berry ignored Roman, which was an easy feat, as Roman did the same.

After a little over half an hour, the bell rang, and Roman slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out. Mr. Berry considered asking him why he'd only doodled for the entirety of the class period and not worked on his essay, but his pride got the best of him, and he watched as the young man walked out of the room confidently.

Virgil had slipped out before Roman, and was now pretending to exchange things in his locker, which was unfortunately right next to Roman's. The tall jock walked up to his own locker, earning a scowl from the darker boy.

"What? Enjoy the show I put on in Mr. Diabetes' class?" Roman said, leaning against the lockers as Virgil shut his own. The dark boy just grunted and walked off, feeling Roman's eyes watching as he turned a corner. Roman smirked for the hundredth time that morning when he was gone and turned to open his own locker. When a few girls from the cheer team started to linger, flipping their hair and puffing out their chests, and Roman actively ignored them until he walked past close enough that a few of them let out squeals. He heard the usual murmurs from behind him, "he's so hot," and "I'd kill to be his date to Homecoming." He smirked to himself again, making his way to his Physics class.

...

Virgil spotted is best friend Patton in his usual seat as he walked into his second period Economics class. The boy smiled at Virgil up on seeing him, and waved happily.

"Hello Virgil!! how are you feeling this morning?" He said cheerily as Virgil took the seat next to him, sliding his backpack under the desk.

"Alright I guess." He thought about telling Patton about Roman, but thought better of it; Patton had enough on his plate to worry about as it was.

As for Patton, he had already taken to pulling out his notebook, preparing for a long class of note-taking. Economics was one of the most note-heavy classes either of the boys had, and usually required all their focus. As the teacher stood from his desk and turned on his projector, Virgil could've sworn he saw Patton staring at someone, but as soon as he looked, Patton focused on the teacher, readying his pencil. But, Virgil being the parano- vigilant person he was, followed what he thought was Patton's line of sight to... Logan Montgomery? What? Upon realizing who he had thought Patton was looking at, he brushed it off. There's no way Patton would be looking at him. is there?

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 63: Mass Disruption

As people were walking into school the next day, Makoto noticed Ren. “Ren-chan!” she shouted, capturing her attention. Makoto ran up to her. “Um, while I do think a break is important, I mean, I’m still feeling a bit worn out from Mementos, I do have a few other things I need to do these upcoming days. Of course, you are in charge, but…”

Ren smiled. “Does tomorrow work for you?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah!” Makoto exclaimed.

“What are you talking about?” Ann said, joining them.

“Well, uh…” Makoto said, taken aback.

“Good morning senpais” Sumire said, meeting up with them.

“Uh, good morning,” Makoto said.

“Yo” Ryuji said, rushing up to meet them. “What’s bonkin’?”

“Erm, ‘bonkin’’?” Makoto repeated, confused.

“Yeah, I’m tying it out,” Ryuji said. “What do you think?”

Makoto was a bit confused. “Well… I don’t think I’d use it.”

“Huh,” Ryuji replied.

“I like it,” Ren said.

“Yah! Now that’s what I’m talking about” Ryuji said.

“So, what ARE you guys doing here?” Ann asked, still wondering, and a little annoyed.

“Oh, well, uh,” Makoto stammered.

“We were discussing going into the palace tomorrow,” Ren explained.

“Oh” Ann said. “I’m fine with that.”

“Yeah, same” Ryuji said.

Sumire nodded. “That actually works really well for me. My competition is next week, and I want to practice as much as I can before then. So doing it earlier works out.”

“Oh, right,” Ann said. “I guess that means sending out the calling card might have to wait until after.”

“It would?” Makoto asked.

“Yeah” Morgana said, popping out from the bag. “We usually have to secure our route first, and then we’d need another break.”

“I see,” Makoto said, fascinated with the inner workings of the Phantom Thieves.

“I’d think we’d still have time,” Ryuji said.

“Yeah, but we’d be cutting it a little close,” Morgana retorted.

“It’s alright” Ren said, scratching Morgana’s ear. “We ARE the Phantom Thieves after all. What would we be without a little dramatic tension?”

“Hm. I see” Makoto said.

“You seem pretty quick to agree to that,” Ryuji said.

“Well, I feel like it’s easier to go with the flow when it comes to you guys,” Makoto explained. “And maybe to life in general at points.”

“But you’re still not going to say ‘bonkin’’?” Ryuji inquired.

“Mmmmmmmm, probably not,” Makoto answered.

“She has her own brand,” Ann explained.

“Thank you, Ann,” Makoto said.

“I should message Yusuke and Jose,” Ren said, taking out her phone and doing just that.

“Well, we should head in,” Sumire said. “We don’t want to be late, you know?” The others nodded.

On their way in, the Shujin thieves noticed Hikari, the girl whose heart they changed, talking to a boy. “Um, so what I’m trying to say is...I’m Sorry!” Hikari said. “Would you ever forgive me?”

The boy smiled. He hugged her. “Of course.” Hikari was surprised and started crying. He changed positions from a hug to a face to face meeting with him grabbing her shoulders. “I’m crazy about you.”

“I’m…” Hikari said through her tears, “I’m crazy about you too!” She rushed in, burying her face in his collarbone. “I just didn’t know how to show it until now.”

“Hm” the boy said, wrapping his arms around her. “It’s OK.”

As they witnessed this, Makoto smiled. “I’m glad they could work things out.

Sumire shed a single happy tear. “Me too.” They then proceeded to go to class.

After school, Ann turned to Ren. “So,” Ann said. Ren looked up. “We’re going into the palace tomorrow. As it just so happens, I have a photoshoot today. I was wondering if you’d like to come along with me.”

Ren smiled. “That sounds like an excellent idea.” The two girls got up and started heading out.

On their way, Ann couldn’t hold in her excitement. “GAH! I can’t wait!”

Ren looked at her. “What’s got you so giddy?”

“Ah, well,” Ann said, kind of embarrassed. “This is just the first time I’m bringing a friend along.” She stopped, causing Ren to stop as well. “I was always told I could bring a friend along, but Shiho and Ryuji were always busy with practice and stuff. And then, well…”

Ren placed a hand on Ann’s shoulder. “It’s OK. The important thing is you have the chance now.”

Ann perked up. “Yeah! I can do this!”

“That’s the Ann I know,” Ren said, smiling a mile wide. They continued walking. “So, where are we heading?”

Ann got out her phone. “I’m not exactly sure myself,” she admitted. “Apparently, some other models didn’t show up, so I was called in to replace them.”

“I see,” Ren said.

Once they got there, one of the cameramen noticed. “Hey! Takamaki!” he shouted. “We’re just setting up!”

“OK!” Ann replied. She then noticed another model. “Oh my gosh” she said, dramatically grabbing onto Ren. “It’s Mika!”

Ren looked at Mika. “That other model?”

“Yeah” Ann said, letting go. “I’ve never worked with her before. I’m a little excited.”

“I can hardly tell,” Ren said, sarcastically.

“Shut up” Ann said, playfully shoving her.

Mika took notice of this, and grinned maliciously. She put on a cheery face and walked over. “Um, you know it’s not nice to shove people like like that” she said, mimicking a caring voice

Ren and Ann were somewhat confused. “It’s alright, really,” Ren explained. “We’re friends.”

“Oh, I see,” Mika said. “That’s great!” She turned to look at Ann. “So, you’re Takamaki-san.”

“That’s right,” Ann said. “And you’re Mika, correct?”

Mika gasped. “You've heard of me?”

“Of course!” Ann said, cheerfully. “I’m so glad we get to work together!”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Mika said. “So, why did you want to be a model?”

“Huh?” Ann said, surprised. “Oh, uh, well, I guess my parents put me up to it, you know?”

Mika then broke her nice look. “Are you telling me you don’t even WANT to be a model?”

“Huh?” Ann said, confused. “No, I jus-”

“Everyone’s working their hardest, and you’re just floating in, blissfully unaware?” Mika interrupted.

“No,” Ann said, getting angry. “But I-”

“And after they asked you to come down here to help, you can’t even bother to give it your all?” Mika continued.

“ENOUGH!” Ann shouted, catching everyone’s attention.

Mika then went into fake “WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” she wailed. “Takamai’s yelling at me!”

“Takamaki! Did you make Mika cry?” a cameraman asked.

“Well, I-” Ann tried to explain.

“You know what? We can do this with Mika alone” the cameraman explained. “You can just go home until you can control yourself.”

Mika looked up at Ann and Ren and smirked. Ann grrred, but couldn’t do anything about it. Mika put her fake tears back on. “Are you sure?” Mika asked.

“Yeah,” the cameraman answered. “We don’t want to upset you.”

“Oh, thank you,” Mika said, walking back.

Ann huffed and walked away. Ren followed her. Ann was still frustrated. “What was THAT?”

“Do you want an honest answer?” Ren asked.

Ann looked at her. “If you lied, I could probably tell by now.”

“You say that, but I haven’t told anyone I’m the leader of the Phantom Thieves” Ren retorted. “I’d like to think I’m good at lying.”

Ann giggled. “You know what I mean.” Her face grew a little more serious. “In all seriousness, I know I just got played by Mika. It’s just so frustrating, you know?”

“I get it,” Ren said.

“But do you know what the worst thing is?” Ann asked. Ren looked at her for an answer. “I think she might be right in a sense.” Ren was worried. “I mean, I’ve been on the fence about modeling. Sometimes, I even wanted to quit.” Ren was about to comfort Ann, when she snapped into a fury pose. “But now, I’m thinking about Mika being on the cover of the magazines, and people aspiring to be like her, and that makes me SO MAD!”

Ren chuckled. “I was going to say ‘don’t let her get to you’, but I think you’re doing alright.”

Ann simmered down. She looked at Ren and grinned. “Thanks.” She became a little frustrated again. She sighed. “I’m still not sure what to do though.”

“Well, since she appears to be cheating, we have a way to punish that sort of thing,” Ren suggested, holding out her phone with the Metaverse app.

Ann smiled. “Thanks, but I’d rather do this fair and square, and on my own terms.”

“Hm” Ren smiled, putting her phone away. “Well, the option’s always there if you want it.”

“Thanks,” Ann said. She started chuckling softly, but then it grew. “You know, before, I feel like I would have just accepted it. The whole ‘I’m not good enough’ thing. But with you, Ryuji, Shiho, and, well, everyone, I’m starting to feel like I am good enough.”

Ren smiled. “Trust me when I say this: The feeling’s mutual.”

“Hah!” Ann laughed. “You didn’t need to worry. Like I said, I could probably tell when you’re lying.” Ren started laughing as well. The two girls laughed with each other in the middle of the sidewalk, not caring about the people giving them weird looks.

Lovers-Ann Takamaki: Rank 5

Meanwhile, Sumire was at practice. Everyone was taking a break. Suddenly, the gym door busted open. Everyone looked. Sumire was shocked to see it was Daisuke. But not as shocked as the girl next to her. She was a bit shorter than Sumire, but a bit more muscular, and had short black hair in a bob-cut. “Kimi!” Daisuke called out.

“Daisuke?!” said the girl with the bob-cut. “What are you doing here?”

Daisuke ran over to meet Kimi. He took hold of her hand. “Kimi. I...need to apologize.” Kimi was surprised. “I...I made a huge mistake. I got caught shoplifting something, and this guy...he was pressuring me into becoming a bully. I felt trapped. So, I broke up with you before I could hurt you in a way that I couldn’t bear.

But, after getting some help, I realized the error of my ways. I apologized to the store, I paid them back, and I made it up to them. And that other guy has apparently stopped blackmailing me. He was blackmailing other people too, can you believe it?”

Daisuke sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m such a lousy person. I wanted you to hear the truth. I couldn't stand you just wondering why forever. I’m sorry I’m such a lame person. I hope one day you can forgive me.” Daisuke started walking away.

Kimi was stunned for a second, but then gathered herself enough to shout “Daisuke!” Daisuke turned around. Kimi grabbed his shirt collar, and pulled him in for a kiss. Needless to say, Daisuke was shocked. Once she let go, she said “Today is that day.” She closed in and hugged him. “I’m sorry you had to go through all of that.” She looked up at him. “But please, don’t leave me again like that. You’re the sweetest, kindest, gentlest person I’ve met. You’re my best friend, the love of my life, and the one I want to spend my life with. If you ever make a misstep like that again, I want you to be honest, lean on me. Because I would lean on you.”

Daisuke was stunned and embarrassed. Once he regained his composure, he said “You’re right. You’re always right. I’m sorry. I promise to lean on you whenever I need it.” Kimi gave him a kiss, this time on the cheek. They both smiled.

Just then, everyone else started clapping for the two of them. Sumire wrapped her arm around Kimi. “Way to go, Kimi!”

“Ahem!” Coach Hiraguchi said. “While this is all very lovely, I think it’s time we get back to work.” Everyone went back to put their stuff back down and start working on their routines again.

Daisuke started to walk out. “So, competition coming up?”

“Yeah!” Kimi answered.

“Great!” Diasuke said. “Text me the deets later! I’ll make sure to come!”

Kimi smiled. “Will do!”

Daisuke returned the smile. As he was heading out, he got stopped by Coach Hiraguchi. “If you do anything like this again, I wouldn’t worry about the person blackmailing you. Understand?”

Daisuke was a little scared. But he looked her dead in the eye, smiled, bowed, and said “Yes Ma’am. It won’t happen again ma’am.”

Hiraguchi smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.” Daisuke nodded and left.

Kimi chuckled slightly at her coach intimidating her boyfriend. She started to stretch. Sumire was stretching next to her. “Congratulations again,” Sumire said.

Kimi smiled. “Thanks.” She did some more stretching. “You know, with Daisuke and I getting back together, I feel like I can go the distance in this competition!”

Sumire smiled and quietly said “Me too.” She continued her stretching before going back into her routine.

Later that night, after she and Ann split up, Ren decided to head to the church in Kanda to see if Hifumi was there. Despite her trepidation, she did want to take her up on her kind offer. Once she got there, she said “Here goes nothing.” She took a step in. “Well, I didn’t burst into flames, so that’s a good start.”

She then spotted Hifumi. She was playing shogi in one of the pews. Ren walked over and sat beside her. “Hey.”

“Oh” Hifumi said, sort of shocked. “You’re that girl from yesterday.”

Ren nodded. “Ren.”

Hifumi smiled. “What made you decide to come here tonight?”

“Well, I just needed somewhere to think,” Ren explained. “And since you so graciously offered…”

“I see,” Himfumi replied.  She then made another move on her shogi board. Ren looked on. “Would you like to give it a try?” Hifumi asked.

“Huh?” Ren said. “Oh, no. I would be no match for someone like you.”

“It’ll be fine,” Hifumi said. “I learned by playing against my dad, and he is also a shogi master.”

“I see,” Ren said.

“I find shogi helps clear your head,” Hifumi continued. “It also helps you think on your feet better.”

Ren could use some of that. “Well, if you insist.” Hifumi started to reset the board. “Hey” Ren said. “Thanks.” Hifumi smiled, and continued setting up the board.

They started playing. As expected, Ren was no real match to Hifumi, but she did try. However, that didn’t do her much good. After one of Ren’s moves, Hifumi said “The dragon which governs the blue sky has fallen into my hands. How do you intend to survive this?” She made her next move. “Check.” Ren was looking at the board. “It’s checkmate no matter how you look at it. It would be best to concede.”

Ren looked up. “Concede?”

Hifumi nodded. “It’s better to admit defeat with grace and dignity.”

Ren smirked. “I see. Well then, I guess I concede.”

Hifumi smiled. “Very astute.”

“But despite that, I had a good time actually,” Ren admitted. “Would you want to do this again sometime?”

“Huh?” Hifumi said, surprised. “Oh. Of course.” She looked off. “I...actually had fun too. So, I would like this to continue.”

Ren was silent for a bit. “Hm” she shrugged. “I thought you’d be bored playing a novice like me.”

“Well, that might be the case for some people,” Hifumi began, “but I like practicing new moves and thinking of new strategies. However, I find it better to do this while playing against someone else, and playing against someone elite at the game can tip your hand when trying to engineer new strategies. Besides, no one wants to play with me…”

“I see…” Ren said. She smiled. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to keep coming back here.”

Hifumi was shocked. “You mean it?” Ren nodded. Hifumi smiled. “Well then, I hope you’re prepared. I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“Of course,” Ren said. Hifumi chuckled. She then realized she was doing that, and stopped herself. Ren smiled at her, affirming their new friendship.

I am thou... Thou art I… Thou hast acquired a new vow...

It shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity.

With the birth of the Star Persona I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power.

Star-Hifumi Togo: Rank 1

After another round of shogi, which Hifumi won handily, the two girls exchanged numbers went home.

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Fake Dating - p.20

(20) - A helping hand

It wasn’t the first press conference in LadyBug’s career, but definitely the worst one. Just before the meeting the girl had had bad feelings, however she attributed her anxiety to the latest events in her life. She had always felt unsure during meetings with journalists, because she was aware that usually they are intelligent people, thirsty for information – the more sensational the better. She had to keep being on her guard for the whole time, even though Tikki had trained her how to deal with uncomfortable questions.

Before Marinette entered the conference room, she took some deep breaths, repeating herself that there were no reason to be afraid of. Who cared that two days ago some tabloid had published a photo with her and Adrien. They both were single, nobody cheated on anyone else… Yeah, right… Everyone in that room cared about that news! They would ask about it for sure! Fortunately, Tikki had prepared her for such questions, so Marinette had some ready answers that would help her direct journalists’ attention to the new LadyBug’s album and a future tour.

OK, sink or swim!

As usual, spotlights dazzled her, when she walked in, but she was too experienced to blink. She wore LadyBug’s professional smile and sat down at the conference table. She knew the host of the meeting very well – Michel Lapin had already compered some of her previous press conferences. She hoped he wouldn’t let all those vultures eat her for brunch. Especially the one whose red hair Marinette recognised immediately.

Alya…

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Ladybug’s press conference!” Michel greeted the journalists. “We appreciate that so many of you accepted our invitation. Before we start with questions from you, our star would like to announce something important. The floor is yours!”

Marinette smiled at him gracefully. She felt the knot in her throat loosened a bit. She brought a microphone closer, folded her hands and looked straight at the journalists. Just like she’d trained with Tikki. She was to seem self-confident and at ease. Pretending. Again pretending…

“Good morning!” she greeted. “Thank you very much for coming. It’s a privilege to be here, at the leading trade show in the music industry. I’m happy to be a part of this event by joining one of the concerts at Midem. That’s an honour.” She stopped for a moment before she proceeded to the actual part of her announcement. “We invited you here today, because I wanted to share some great news with you.” Again she made a pause, and she observed some stir in the room. Dictaphones and smartphones were turned up, cameras were zoomed at her face. The journalists held their breath. ‘Oh my God, Tikki is genius!’ came through Marinette’s mind. Then she spoke again: “This morning I signed a contract with Sony Music Entertainment. We’re going to release my first English album soon.”

That was a bombshell, but not the one they’d expected. All hands raised and Michel began doing his job.

“Monique!” he chose one of the journalists in the first row.

“Monique Dubois, ‘Popstar’ magazine. Have you already decided what kind of music you’ll record on your first English album?”

“I don’t think we’re going to change my style.” Marinette replied. “I’d like to record English covers of my biggest hits. We’ll be looking for new inspiration as well.”

“Are you going on tour after releasing your album?” Monique added one more question.

“Definitely. But it’s too early for details.”

The journalist nodded and wrote something down. Meanwhile Michel chose another one.

“Jacques?”

“Jacques Martin, ‘La Musique Populaire’. How the tour will influence on your private life?”

“Similarly as all my previous tours.” Marinette smiled despite the fact she tensed inside. They were entering a slippery slope, so she needed to stay focused and to use all Tikki’s hints to turn the attention away from Adrien.

“Your life’s changed a bit recently…” Jacques commented, which was followed by a meaningful snort of Alya Césaire who was sitting right next to him.

“I think I’ll manage to deal with that.” LadyBud replied in a cold tone. But if she thought that would be enough to close the subject, she was wrong. A second later the red-haired journalist’s hand raised.

“Alya?” Michel chose her.

“Alya Césaire, an independent blog. Two days ago the fashion and the music industries were thrilled with the news of your secret relationship with Adrien Agreste…” she began, savouring the words, and that made Marinette mad. “Is it true that your hot yet short-living romance was ended by Gabriel Agreste himself?”

She was damn good! But Tikki was better – she’d foreseen that question.

“This is a question for Mr. Agreste, not for me.”

“So, you admit that your relationship is history now?” Alya spotted.

“None of a kind. All I’m saying is that I cannot answer questions that should be asked to someone else.”

‘Was that romance intended to cover the fact that Adrien is gay?”

“Again, it’s not a question for me to answer.” Marinette answered back and glanced at Michel hoping that he would choose another journalist to start their questions. However the host and the rest of people gathered in the conference room were too focused on that word fencing between her and Alya.

“So, what was a purpose of your relation?”

“Why are you looking for a hidden intention for everything?” Marinette replied with a direct question and looked straight into her opponent’s eyes. “Why everything must be connected with show business? Do you even believe in true love?”

Alya gasped and blushed suddenly. Another journalist took the opportunity and raised his hand.

“Philippe?” Michel pointed him.

“Philippe Delacour, ‘Pop Musique’. I have a question. Was your contract related to the latest visit of Adrien Agreste to London?”

Marinette felt lost. She didn’t know anything about any Adrien’s trip to England. Suddenly she discovered an important gap in Plagg’s plan – they hadn’t exchanged their schedules. Now they would be caught not knowing answers about the past or the nearest future. If the agreement between them would be still valid.

“I don’t think so…” she said carefully. “I guess that a company such important in the music industry wouldn’t follow anyone’s pleading in the process of choosing new clients. I do hope that I’ve earned the contract with Sony by myself. By my hard work.”

“Damien?” Michel chose another journalist.

“Damien Moreau, ‘Le Journal de Nice’. Isn’t it like your alleged relationship helped to sign the contract?”

“Alleged?!” Marinette exclaimed with reproach, forgetting for a moment about staying indifferent to the emotions.

“Well, it’s a bit a coincidence that your secret romance was revealed soon before the contract with Sony.”

“That’s the question to your colleague…” Ladybug cut the subject, glancing at Alya. “I can’t imagine that such a complicated agreement would be prepared within two days.”

“Camille?”

“Camille deWitt, ‘Le Monde de la Musique’. If your relationship is so serious, why Adrien isn’t here with you?”

Ouch, she found a weak point. Marinette felt that all her seeming self-confidence disappeared and she began panicking. Her heart skipped a beat and her hands sweated.

“We… We have some obligations…” she replied with difficulty.

“But… You miss him, don’t you?” Camille asked with a sly smile on her face.

“Very much…” Marinette whispered, feeling that her eyes filled with tears. “Excuse me!”

And she ran away, leaving excited journalists behind. They got a scoop they wanted.

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A/N: All names and titles of magazines or newspapers are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Day 24: Pressure

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Kōtarō Bokuto x female reader 

Genre: Angst

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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HAIKYUU ONLY Haruichi Furudate DOES. What I only own is this Fanfiction content. Also, this is my first time writing in a long while so please excuse any grammatical errors. This is also unedited so please bear with me. 

You don’t know what to do, you tried to convince yourself that Bokuto, Your Bokuto won’t believe the pictures that were recently released on some shady tabloids. Since you are a popular model and influencer you think you are used to seeing false headlines/news about you. But oh boy you are wrong. The anxiety still creeps up on you. Holding your heart captive as if anytime you are going to collapse and just wish to banish into nothingness.

You were with Lev Haiba in a charity ball. Since you work in the same industry and have met a few times enough to call each other close acquaintances. He made a request if you could be his plus one since his sister, who he usually brings on those kind of events is currently in Paris for a modelling project also.

You had invited Bokuto but as usual, he is busy with volleyball and that they have an upcoming tournament in another country, you just don’t want to be selfish and plead him to go. 

You look at the picture on the cover of a magazine and you can’t help but feel like vomiting. Gosh the picture was just so convincing. You can’t even remember being that close with Lev face to face partly because on social events like those you do talk with a lot of people that you can’t help but just lean on someone as they discreetly ask you that they were sent to fetch you to talk to another socialite or designer. They do those things a lot. Darn do you hate when they do those things. 

 Lev, being the angel that he was texted you to let you know that he already contacted some reporters that he knows to clear the issue he even apologized for offering you to be his plus one. That made you relax a bit.

You tried reaching out to Bokuto but your calls just automatically goes to voicemail.

Now you are more anxious than ever. Bokuto never ignores your calls, if he had one missed call from you he tries to send in a text stating that he is currently busy or even calls you back just few minutes after your missed calls. But you have been trying to call him since early morning and there are no response from him yet. You tried lying in bed facing his side of the bed finding comfort by grabbing his pillow and smelling his lingering scent on it. One thing that both you and him had in common is that you both are insecure when it comes to yourselves. At first your circle of friends was reluctant if your relationship will work seeing that you both have insecurity issues and it would be more ideal if you each end up with someone who is more optimistic but when they realized that you somehow managed to cheer each other up because you both don’t want each other to feel what you both have experienced when insecure.

Now you just feel worse. Worse because you’re not sure what he felt when he saw the stupid pictures. Worse because you doubt his trust on you. You can’t help but let out a whimper as your heart hurts more and you began to feel dizzy with all the thought’s running from your mind. Along with your thought’s you did not notice that you have drifted from consciousness.

You wake up head still feeling groggy but you try to be present as you hear the door being opened. You hurriedly got off the bed and sauntered on the living room. Sure that it was your boyfriend and long time live in partner coming home from practice.

“Aru?” you were the only one who called him by that name and the first time you called him that on the early stages of your relationship trying to be formal and casual at the same time he chuckled and called you lazy and cute for choosing to call him only on the last syllable of his name.

Your hand was on your chest trying to keep the pounding of your heart on bay as you hopefully look at him enter the living room.

He didn’t even called in to say he was home. By now, you are sure your heart had found residence on your throat.

“Babe?” you try calling his attention one more time when he didn’t bother to look at you. Telling yourself that he might not have noticed you based on how meek you called him

He proceeded to take his shoes and put the key on the cabinet near the the entrance of your home.

Your heart that you thought would stay on your throat felt like it fell on the very bottom of your stomach when he walked past you and entered your shared room. You willed yourself not give in to your emotions and cry when you followed him in the bedroom.

You tugged his shirt in hopes to get his attention. When you felt that he finally looked at you, you kept your head low and avoided his gaze afraid what kind of emotion is on his face.

“Aru, a-are you mad at me?” You stammered as your hold on the small part of his shirt tightened.

He gave a long sigh, “Look at me y/n” Fuck it you don’t want to. He just called you by your name and it’s never a good sign. When it became clear that you are afraid to look at him he held your chin and tugged it gently upwards so that you could meet his gaze.

“Did you cheat on me?”

If you were to choose the kind of pain between getting your college application rejected to the love of your life asking you if you cheated. You would surely choose the former. You envisioned a glass of heart being shattered when those words came out of his mouth.

“Bo, you know I would never cheat on you. Is this because of the picture of me and Lev? Haven’t I introduced him to you before? He is just an acquaintance I swear babe.” You try to reason out to him. You spoke out the words too quick afraid that every second that you missed not being able to defend yourself from such accusation the longer the distance Bokuto has set himself with you. You have been in to many fights just like normal couples before and yes, you and him do get jealous on some occasions but never have you accused him of cheating on you despite being in a long distance relationship for some months when he is away for a tournament. But now, you are not too sure if it’s also the same case with him.

Truth be told, Bokuto don’t know what to believe and feel. Insecure along with Confident is his middle name and seeing the picture of you with a very good looking man whose face is so near you that it looks like you and him are more of a couple on the picture than your relationship as of the moment with him. He is aware that he hasn’t been spending that much time with you lately with how tight his schedule is. He even made a promise to redeem himself and take you out on a 2 day trip but he just can’t get to slip it both on your schedules. He didn’t answer your calls as he knows if he answered it he might break down and say much more hurtful things unknown to him that his question already broke his beloved’s heart.

“I see”

“Kotaru do you even believe what I’m saying?” His response have been too short and along with it your resilience from breaking down.

“I- I just need..time y/n” He said turning his back on you and taking out a big duffle bag on the closet.

You panicked.

“Babe, you know leaving isn’t the answer. How will we fix this mess if you run away?” You pleaded to him. He proceeded to take out some of his clothes and put it on the Duffel bag. You want to be immature and take out all the clothes from the bag and hide the bag away but you figured it would worsen his mood. But you just feel so hopeless. You blamed characters from movies when their loved one decided to leave and they just stand there trying to reason out well look at her now. Fiction does not fall far from reality huh.

The dam of tears you have been trying to hold back escaped. You childishly try to hide your eyes by covering it with the back of your hand and and inside you, you are beating out yourself from crying and acting like a child no less.

When you feel him proceed to the front door you willed yourself to stop crying and ended up having small hiccups while trying to coherently convince him to stay. You ran to him at the front door and hugged his waist, your head laid on his back.

“Please please please stay. Let’s fix this. I promise I didn’t cheat on you Bo” You tightened your hold, “I am much too in love with you.”

Your words fell to deaf ears. You didn’t know various scenarios is running from Bokuto’s head that he cannot see or hear reason as of the moment. He gripped your hands and tried to break free from your hold; and then he left.

Do you want a part two? I mean it’s already in progress but i think it will remain on my wip folders for a long time but still, let me know if you want a part two huehue. It would motivate me greatly if you leave a comment uwuuuu 

[irrrationalfangirl]

In the mood for some angst- could you write about having a fight with mena before a party and then going to the party still in the fight. You guys act all “normal” and think it’s working until Naomi figures it out and pulls you aside to help cAuse she’s legit such a good friend

Warning: angst and more angst

A/N: I’m better at writing fluff so I apologize if this is crappy

“How about you actually try listening to me!,” Mena exclaimed, running after you.

You had just thrown a magazine at his chest with the cover depicting that he was cheating on you with one of his costars from ‘Reprisal.’ No words left your mouth, only an angry demeanor as you stormed away from him.

Mena caught up to you and grabbed your hand, forcing you to turn around and face him. “Now, why in the world would you think I would do this to you?,” he said, calmly, holding up the magazine. Tears streamed down your face as you stared at the cover. Mena was photographed sitting down having coffee with one of his costars with his hand placed on hers. “I don’t know. You could be secretly one of those cheating douchebags,” you replied, stammering. He gave you a blank stare. “Wow,” Mena said in a low tone. “You really think I’m a cheating douchebag?!,” he exclaimed as he threw the magazine to the ground. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was angry, but the tears rolling down his face showed you that he was also heartbroken. He walked off to your shared bedroom and you chased after him. “I said you could be. I didn’t say you were!,” you said, grabbing at his arm. He yanked his arm out of your grasp. “How do you think I feel when you go out for drinks with those guys at your job? Huh? You think I wonder if they’re flirting with you or not or..or if they’re getting too close for comfort?! No. Because I trust you!!,” he yelled maybe a little bit too loud. “Hey. I never said I didn’t trust you. I’m sorry. I just misspoke,” you said, calmly. Mena placed his hand on his face and scrunched the bridge of his nose. “I’m done!,” he exclaimed. Those two words hit you hard, but you didn’t back down. “What?! Done with us?!, you yelled back. “No! I’m- I’m done with this conversation. We both promised Nay we’d go to this party tonight. Let’s just get ready and forget about everything right now,” he told you. You nodded. “Fine,” you said in a calmer tone. “Fine,” he said back.

The car ride to the party was silence. Total silence with a dash of awkwardness. You looked at Mena, but got no returned look. He looked at you as you looked away and you didn’t look back.

When you arrived at the place, Mena opened the door for you and as soon as you walked through the door you were greeted by Naomi. “Meens! Y/n! How are we?,” she said, enthusiastically. You and Mena, of course, didn’t look too happy, but you fake a smile. “We’re good. How are you doing?,” you asked her. She looks at you and then at him, suspecting something. “I’m great!,” she replied. She motioned for you guys to join her on the dance floor to which you reply yes, but Mena says he’s going to sit at the bar. You and Naomi reach the dance floor and start to dance. This is the first time you genuinely smile since the events of the past hour. Naomi notices the difference. “Hey!!,” she yells over all the noise. “You two all right?,” Naomi nods towards a sad Mena sitting at the bar. “Huh?! Oh yeah! We’re fine! We’re just tired!,” you reply. You look over to Mena which makes your face drop again. You couldn’t handle the loud noise right now so you told Naomi you were going to the bathroom. You sat in the bathroom stall and tried not to cry about everything. After about 10 minutes you composed yourself and got up. You headed to the part of the bar where Mena currently was and sat down in the seat next to him. “Hey,” you said. “Hi,” was all he said back. Seconds of silence between you two filled with the loud noise of other people’s conversations and the blasting music...until Mena finally spoke up. “Did you come over here to talk about it?,” he asked. You sighed. “No. You said we weren’t going to bring that up here so we could have a good time,” you replied. He nodded as he looked towards at Naomi, who was still dancing, before looking back at you. “Well, I’m having a good time,” he said, snarky. “Me too,” you retorted. You noticed Naomi look your way so you immediately took Mena’s hand in yours and started smiling. You and him pretended you were talking about something as she made her way over to you two. “Mena! Can I borrow your lovely lady for a minute?,” she asked. Mena gave her a fake laugh and a smile. “Sure! As long as you don’t keep her away from me for too long!,” he replied. Naomi laughed and grabbed your hand, dragging you along with her. She took you outside the bar. “Naomi, why are we out here? It’s cold. Let’s go back in,” you told her. You tried to walk back in, but she pulled you back towards her. “No. We need to talk,” she told you. “Everything ok?,” you asked her. She gave you a frustrated look before speaking up. “Shouldn’t you be asking yourself that? There’s something different about you and Mena. What’s going on between you two??,” she asked. Somehow, every sad and annoyed feeling you felt burst out of you in the form of tears. “I thought Mena was cheating on me and I called him a douchebag. Now he’s mad that I would ever think that...and..and I don’t know what to do because I don’t know how to talk to him or how to resolve this. I just feel like I’ve ruined everything between us,” you said, sobbing. Naomi’s mouth dropped and it took her a second to speak. “Oh. Wow. I’m sorry. I knew there was something up,” she replied. “Y/n?,” she asked, making you look up at her. “Do you actually think Mena would cheat on you?,” she asked, quietly. “Of course not! He’s the sweetest guy and he loves me! So I know he would never betray me like that. I guess my feelings got the best of me or I’m about to start my period because I know now that I didn’t mean what I said,” you told her. “Hey. Men aren’t even allowed to use that as an excuse for women being emotional so don’t you start,” she said, which made you laugh a little. “Look. I’ve known you guys for long enough to know that you’re meant for each other. There’s no such thing as a perfect couple! Like, Jordan and I may seem like we always get on, but we don’t! We all have our bad day and misunderstandings. You just need to realize what you said was wrong and be the bigger person in the situation and apologize to him!,” she told you.

You wiped the falling tears off your cheek. “You’re absolutely right, Nay,” you sniffled. Gosh! I didn’t realize how much that would hurt him. I know he loves me as much as I love him...How could I even suggest such a thing?,” you told her. She stretched her arms out to bring you into a hug when you heard a familiar voice. “Is that true?,” a sneaky Mena asked, peeking around the corner. You sniffed your nose once more as you let go of Naomi. “Is what true?,” you asked back. “You still love me?,” Mena asked. “Absolutely!,” you said, making your way over to him. “I’m sorry I ever gave you the idea that I didn’t! I shouldn’t have called you all those things. Can you forgive me??, you asked him. “No no no no. I totally acted inappropriately. You shouldn’t be asking for my forgiveness. I should be asking for yours,” he told you. “No. I was completely stupid for suggesting that. I-,” you said before Naomi cut you off. “Ok. Let’s cut things short and just say you both were in the wrong.” You looked at Naomi and gave her an agreeable nod before looking back at Mena. You placed a soft kiss on Mena’s cheek. “I love you...so much,” you told him. “I love you too,” he said, taking your hand in his. He walked you back in the bar so you two could actually enjoy your night with your friends. Mena looked back at Naomi and mouthed “thank you.” Naomi gave him and thumbs up and mouthed “you’re welcome.” He stuck his tongue out at her before turning to look back at you. “I should totally be a relationship counselor,” Naomi told herself before walking back in.

[80s-roger]

EX - Roger Taylor {pt 6}

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studio 6:34 pm

"So she agreed?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, she had no other choice." Roger nodded while setting the drums up.

"Well, fingers crossed he won't do anything until the conference. It's the day after tomorrow." Brian said while taking a sip of his tea.

"I know right Brian. If he does though? He will definitely say that Y/N cheated on me. This is how it will be presented at the press. He will definitely hide himself, won't he? All he wants to do, is embarrass her." Roger said in despair.

"He will hide himself. He's not that stupid to expose himself. But he's the one who will sell the tape. Suspicions will go to him anyways..." Brian thought.

"I bet he knows some guys there. Or else he'd be already exposed." Roger grabbed the drums sticks, playing with them nervously.

Suddenly, Deaky came inside the lounge. He was carrying some papers. New song.

"Are you talking about y/n or the new single?"  He asked.

"Y/N's issue is more interesting than the upcoming album. You know we hate disco." Brian explained.

"I understand that y/n's and Roger's life will be at risk for sometime but it will be forgotten. However, according to the new album, it's a new vibe Freddie and I wanted to invest in. It's fifty fifty so disco gets in and you have no other choice but play." Deaky smiled and gave them the score and the lyrics of Backchat.

"What the hell is this, are you dissing me?" Brian asked after reading the lyrics.

"That's your idea." Roger mocked him while smoking and Brian looked at both of them annoyed.

"John come on, you don't really mean all this, do you?" Brian asked confused. Deaky raised his eyebrow. "Damn you John. I'm forced to play your diss track about me? And I have a guitar solo?" He acted insanely.

"I'm sorry Brian, we are a band. We should start playing it." Deaky smiled.

"Fine, I won't use my red special. Neither at the future music video." The three of them stood up. "But where's Freddie?" He asked.

"He is outside, talking on the phone." Deaky said pointing at the exit.

"I'll go tell him we're starting." Roger said and exited the lounge room.

Accidentally Roger, misheard Freddie's conversation with a press guy. Possibly, a photographer. Roger had to eavesdrop. The issue seemed familiar with his personal life.

"He sold an uncensored video? To whom?" He asked shocked. Roger knew it was over. "At your company? Today?" Freddie sounded upset. "Fuck..." He groaned. "How am I supposed to tell him? Did he give any personal details of him?" Roger had to step in. He wanted to know.

"Freddie who are you talking to?" He asked furious. Freddie made him the hang on a minute gesture.

"Do we have much time left? Until the day after tomorrow?" He asked. "Hmm... I see. I have a recording now. We'll talk again, darling. Thanks for letting me know." Freddie hang up the phone, facing Roger.

"Who was it?" Roger asked. "I'm not playing games Freddie." He turned red.

"Wow darling, relax. It was a friend of mine, who works at the press magazines. There was Derek at his office a quarter ago, giving a tape and saying that there's Roger Taylor's girlfriend in there." Freddie had to say the truth, what he was exactly been told.

"Fucking fuck..." Roger moaned, pulling his hair.

"My friend unfortunately wasn't alone at the time he received it, but with a paparazzi, editing the photos for tomorrow's issue. Which means..." He moved his head disappointed.

"They saw the video oh my god. My baby's out there getting watched. I can't stand the idea of her-" Roger covered his head and Freddie pulled him closer.

"Hey darling it's okay, it's okay... He'll try to delay it. The good thing is, he didn't give personal informations. Which means you can invade, saying it was you." He tried to calmed him down but it wouldn't help.

"How much?" Roger asked furious. "How much did he sell it?" He was afraid.

"He sold the tape a hundred thousand, saying it will be the scandal of the year. The drummer's girlfriend with a guy." Freddie said.

"My future fiance doesn't deserve to be sold like a whore around the world." Roger tightened his fists.

"Fiance?" Fred asked eager.

"I want to marry her in the near future. But I want to be engaged at first. I kind of mentioned it during our morning fight but the words flew like the wind. She probably doesn't want to get married." Roger stared at the ground.

"Rog, are you serious? She is dying for it. You have no idea how many times she's told me that." Freddie eagerly said, waiting to walk the church's stairs soon.

"Fine. I'll find a way to propose to her. I hope we won't fight again. We literally didn't see each other yesterday for an entire day. She was mad at me, nonetheless, you know.. I was at her place by midnight and she wasn't mad at me anymore. You get it?" Roger giggled.

"That girl has such a fierce temperament. Tell me it happened the way she likes it at least. Make my pal satisfied." Freddie jokes and Roger wanted to be honest with him.

"What has she told you? She never really told me how she likes it." Roger tried to recall if you ever told him about it.

"Oh darling she looks so innocent at the outside but she's so wild at the bedroom. Hasn't she told you she likes it rough?" Freddie whispered.

"Jesus Fred, we're talking about my girl."Roger's eyes got wide. "Yeah it was rough." He coughed, trying to hide the clear sentence.

"Guys what are you doing so long? It's been ages! We have the diss track ready!" John yelled from the studio.

"On our way!" Freddie yelled back and they both walked towards the studio room. "That's my favourite couple, working hard. But I can't accept the fact you fought again this morning." He teased Roger and everyone was finally at their position.

Time passed fast until the recording was done for today and the boys were about to leave the studio.

"Wanna catch up at the pub two blocks from here?" Brian asked. "I can't believe I played for a diss track about me. I need to forget it." He added and everyone in the room laughed.

"Sure, let's do this." John agreed.

"Yes darlings, count me in." Fred said too. "Roger?" He asked. The blonde, was thinking it for a long before answering.

"Not this time... I have to go over y/n's, it's hard now. I will join you another time." He eventually refused but the boys could show compassion.

Roger drove over your apartment. He saw the lights turned off, which caused him wonder if you left. He used the elevator to reach the forth floor and finally he was standing in front of your door, knocking it patiently. You opened the door a minute later, with your eyes almost closed. However, you knew it would be Roger because that's the usual time he comes home. Home. You don't live together yet, but he's always at your place. It was 11 pm, you were so tired to stay awake and wait for him.

"Hey, come in..." You said while yawning.

"I'm sorry I had to wake you up. My keys for your home are at mine's." He apologised and closed the door for you. He didn't forget to kiss you.

He followed you to your bedroom, you instantly laid yourself back in your bed, waiting for your man to lay too. He removed his clothes, staying at his boxer.

"I missed you." He said when he made himself comfortable at your bed.

"Missed you too..." You said while trying to get your sleep back.

"What time did you fall asleep?" He asked and placed his one hand behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

"An hour ago. It was exhausting today. He got me running like a fool outside the company. I believe he did that on purpose." You were saying without being easily understood, since your mouth was placed at the pillow. However, he could clearly hear you because he was focusing on your voice.

"If he fires you, I'll take care of you. I want to get engaged with you." He suddenly said and your head popped up from the pillows like a pop corn.

"Are you serious?" You asked losing your sleep. "A- are you doing it on purpose?" You asked.

"Of course not. I just don't want to call you a girlfriend anymore. I want you to be my fiance. And later my wife." He smiled at you, you felt the butterflies in your stomach making a huge party.

"Oh my God baby, I love you so much... That's wonderful of you to say!" You teared a bit and he hugged you.

"I love you too and everything we're going through is just temporary. Focus on our future happiness love." He kissed you and both got the spoon position, as usual, you were the little spoon. "I bloody love you. I don't even know what I'd do without you." He confessed to your ear.

"Probably sleeping with chicks, like I would do too." You cynically said.

"Ay babe, you don't want to start this, do you?" He teased you.

"No I don't, because I'm sleepy..." you yawned and he kissed your neck gently.

"It's dark and I can still see some marks from last night. Better cover them for tomorrow." he said while looking at your neck.

"I've been knew Roger. They were there since last night. Goodnight..." You covered yourself with the mattress, dreaming the day he'd propose you.

the next day

You woke up by the sound of your phone ringing at the living room. It wasn't even eight yet... You were scared or tried to stay calm thinking it would be Freddie asking for Roger, who was sleeping next to you with his leg crossing yours and his hand wrapped around your chest. You had to move him without giving any shit if he'd be awaken.

"Shit Roger, I have to pick it up." You made fast moves and he woke up. You looked at him, staring at you with terror, like he knew what the phone call was about. He got out of the bed, following you outside. "Yeah, don't follow me around like I'm a poodle." You told him when he stood behind you.

"Well I need to know who's on your phone." he frantically said, totally awakened by now.

"Don't get paranoid, Rog..." you said. "It must be Fred, asking for you." you tried to joke yourself too.

"Fine, just pick it up!" He said annoyed and you finally did it.

"Hello?" You answered. "Good morning Freddie. You want Roger?" You asked Fred while looking at your boyfriend.

"Y/N the sex tape is leaked. The press knows everything but the guy. Derek couldn't say it was him or anybody else. Just... Just calm down okay?" His voice was trembling and so were your legs. You locked eyes with Roger who was staring at you with his eyes wide opened.

"Oh my fucking God..." You murmured and you covered your mouth with your hands. Roger came closer to you, knowing exactly what the phone call was for.

"Y/N it will be over, our conference is tomorrow, we'll cover it!" Freddie tried to reassured you.

"How the hell can you cover a video which is out to the public right now? My life is fucking ruined right now! I won't go at my work today! You know why? Because I'm fucking fired! They warned me, no more photos of me at the magazines or I am fired! Now not only are there pictures of me out there but a video of a drunk y/n, getting fucked!" You screamed at the mic, in which Fred could excellently hear you crying. Roger grabbed the phone from your hands.

"Fred I will be late today or not even come there. Okay? Bye." Roger hang up and held you in his arms while the tears were streaming down your face. You both sat at the floor, he was holding you so tight, trying to take away a little of your sadness. "Just let it out baby... Cry..." He caressed your cheeks and moving hair tufts behind your ears.

"This is all so fucked up Roger..." You said while crying your heart out.

"I know it is, just cry as long as you want... I understand and I won't leave you today if you want to." he said with his rhaspy and gentle voice, while holding you inside his arms, with no any gap between you. "I love you." He whispered in your ear and you shivered.

"I won't leave this house until it's over..." you looked at him and he whipped your tears.

"No, you can leave the house, paps will meet you out there and I'll be more than satisfied if you raise them a middle finger." He encouraged you, trying to make you laugh a bit.

"I already ruined your public figure, what are you talking about?" You said insecure.

"I want a cutie pie between family and friends, a savage out there and a bad girl with me." he teased you and you finally smiled. "Fucking ignore them Y/N please... I promise you it will be forgotten." he promised to you and you really wanted to believe him.

"What about tomorrow?" You asked.

"They'll prefer making questions about the tape instead of our upcoming album trust me. I'll take care of it." you both nodded your heads and just stayed there for like an hour, hugging, waiting for you to calm down.

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Good Enough b.h; Part 4

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word count: 3.4k

warnings: swearing as always, angsty, unedited, mentions of cheating, mentions of self-esteem issues, drunkenness, lots of mentions of alcohol

recap

“So it’s settled!” Lucy spoke giddily, clapping her hands in excitement, “Girls night!”

You couldn’t help but feel the same giddiness, after all, it was practically radiating off her. Tonight would be good! A nice, calm night in with your favorite girl in the world and nothing could mess that up.

Or so you thought.

You were in a slump.

It’s to be expected for you to be upset after a bad breakup, but you felt like pure, unadulterated dog shit every single second of your life. The only things that motivated you to get out of bed was filming, your cast-mates, and Lucy.

Ever since that one day at lunch, you and Lucy have been having at least one girl’s night a week, but usually it’s more than that.

And by “girls night” you mean playing a game where you drink as much alcohol as you can in a before you black out. Because as bad as it is, alcohol helps ease the sharp ache in your chest.

The sharp ache that shouldn’t even be there in the first place. Because he hurt you and made you upset more times than you could possibly count, you should be glad he was gone. But you weren’t. He should be the one that was hurting. But he wasn’t.

It probably isn’t helpful seeing all the pictures of him with new girls and people on instagram tagging you in pictures of the two of you together. It hurts to breathe, sometimes.

It’s crazy how you can pour you life and soul into someone for two years, and have it all go away in a second. Now he’s gone and he moved on, and you’re just… stuck.

And the worst part is you can’t help but blame yourself! You always blame how you dress, or act, or talk. And you just turn all the pain on yourself because you’re too in love with the person who actually hurt you to blame them. You’ll just lie in your bed all night, replaying everything in your head and thinking about just how bad you fucked up.

When Y/BF/N left, you had spent days being mad at yourself for overreacting. You had let yourself become a shell and allow yourself to believe you deserved it. And you still believed that, but you wouldn’t tell anyone about it.

But nonetheless, your friendship with Lucy was prospering due to the excessive amount of alcohol you now drink together, and you had these girl nights down to muscle memory. It was a lot of fun, a good way to unwind after a long day. And today was definitely one of the longest day of your life.

You got barely any sleep and had a 10 hour filming day. You were over everything. Especially people. You just wanted to cozy up in your bed with some wine and shitty snacks.

You’ve slept more in the past few weeks then you had in most of your life. You were emotionally tired, and you tried to make up for it for going to bed early and sleeping in late. But you were just… not present.

It’s been a few weeks since the breakup, and you’ve been trying to put up a front to get people to stop worrying, responding “I’m okay, I promise” when someone asks. You weren’t not okay, but you weren’t perfect either.

You felt like you could obliterate a tank physically, but mentally, one wrong word and you’d be sent headfirst into a painful nervous breakdown. And the fact that you were the reason that Rami had to redo the same take twenty seven times today. Twenty seven!

You were so out of it, you couldn’t remember your line or you’d literally forget you were filming halfway through. He was frustrated but he’s too nice to slap the shit out of you and tell you to get it together, like he should’ve done.

You had immediately collapsed on your bed as soon as you wrapped for the day, not even saying bye to the other guys. You took a thirty minute nap before you were awoken by your phone ringing rather loudly right in your ear. She must’ve recieved your text about how shitty your day was.

“Do you want me to bring rosé, white, or red?” Lucy asked enthusiastically into the phone, and before you said anything, she answered her own question. “Actually, I’ll bring all three. Plus the bottle of Bacardi I have leftover from my birthday. I’ll see you in 10. Hang in there babe. Mwah.”

Lucy hung up the phone, and you threw it back down onto the covers while leaning back against the headboard of the bed in your trailer. You already had a headache and you hadn’t had a drip of alcohol today, and your neck was slightly stiff due to the uncomfortable angle it was at while you had taken a nap.

Your mind drifted to filming, before your heart dipped lower in your chest as you suddenly seemed to remember the existence of Ben.

Ben.

And speak of the devil, a notification pops up on your phone screen. “benhardy just posted a photo.”

You had barely seen Ben all day, much less talked to him, and you weren’t really sure where you two stood. You loved being around him and spending time with him, but you were stuck. Literally. You had no idea what to do, or say, and Ben is really annoyingly good at sending mixed signals. He’s impossible to read.

The picture he posted was an old photo from a magazine cover shoot he did the year before. It was in black and white, and made your heart do a flip. You groaned at the effect that he had on you just by posting a dumb picture.

You had gone out to get coffee with him a few times since the incident, been on dinner duty with him (dinner duty is a term coined by Joe; it’s when two people are in charge of picking up the food the cast had ordered that night), but lately, you’ve both been oddly silent to each other.

You found yourself feeling normal when you were with Ben. The emptiness went away, it was like Ben filled your chest with a chocolatey warmth and that scared you. Because you didn’t want history to repeat itself.

You had been through enough pain and breakups to last you your entire life, you were sure of it. You had joked with Lucy that you’d adopt a baby and build a cottage in the forest and just become entirely self-sufficient. It was like a little fantasy of yours. Not having to rely on anything(or anyone) to live.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to pursue anything with Ben, or if he even felt anything other than friendship towards you. And you were so confused. You thought about texting him, before deciding against it and busying yourself with preparing for your girls night with Lucy.

For someone who you don’t see a lot during the day, you sure think about Ben a ton. And by “a ton” you mean all the damn time. It was frustrating, to say the least. You were thinking of him right fucking now!

Getting coffee? You’re thinking of Ben. Shooting a scene? Thinking of Ben. Writing songs? Thinking of Ben. Singing? You guessed it, thinking of Ben! It made you want to put your headphones in and play a song as loud as you could to try and push him out of your brain.

After the breakup, you couldn’t write a word for any song onto paper. But when you’re with Ben? You could write an entire concept album on the exact shade of green that his eyes were. And that annoyed you, but also confused you as to what exactly you were feeling.

You threw a package of pizza rolls into the microwave, grabbing some nail polish and face masks out of your small storage compartment near your bed. You doubted that you and Lucy would actually be sober long enough to use them, but it was worth a try.

Before you knew it, an enthusiastic knock was heard at the door, and it made your heart soar. You opened up to see your platinum-blonde haired best friend with a huge duffle bag full of clothes, alcohol, movies, and snacks. She was wearing a matching silk light pink pajama set, the exact same as yours, except blue. “Ready to get wasted babe?”

You laughed at Lucy’s comment and pulled her into a tight hug before ushering her into the trailer, locking the door behind you. She immediately started unpacking her bags and grabbed two glasses from the top cabinet and poured you both a completely full glass of wine.

You grabbed the pizza rolls and your wine glass and migrated over to your bed, setting the rolls down after downing three large gulps of wine. You and Lucy just made small talk about your day’s, Lucy asking you about filming that day.

“Okay, I want to make a toast.” Lucy murmured, clearing her throat dramatically before holding up her glass.

“To girls nights, and to… I don’t know, actually,” Lucy paused and bit her lip, “to really shitty wine, I guess.”

“Amen,” you agreed, lightly tapping Lucy’s glass with yours before downing another large portion of the wine.

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When Lucy said you two were getting wasted, she wasn’t kidding. You had both finished two bottles of wines, and done a few shots of the old vodka Lucy had brought from home.

And you couldn’t see straight.

The room was slightly tilted and spinning, and your eyes felt incredibly heavy. You tried to go and grab a bag of snacks from the counter, but you almost fell over so you decided to stay seated on your bed. You and Lucy were starting to spew nonsense that made zero sense, but had you both crying in laughter.

You had also prank called Joe, but you failed miserably. He actually found your drunkenness quite humorous. You also took an instagram picture of you two drinking a glass of wine, and you captioned it “girlk nighy.” (You were a shit speller when you were sober, so being drunk really didn’t help)

The comments were quickly taken over with people laughing about your drunken state, and also telling you to be safe. Joe and Gwil both commented asking why they weren’t invited to the party, and right before you shut your phone off, you got another notification.

Ben liked the photo, but didn’t comment. It made your stomach flip, although that definitely could’ve been the alcohol. You wanted to scream and put your head through the wall, because someone liking your stupid instagram post shouldn’t make you feel like you’re gonna throw up.

Lucy decided that she wanted to watch Pretty Woman, so she put it on and dimmed the lights in the trailer, getting lost in the story. You had started crying almost as soon as Vivian met Edward, because you knew the rest of the story.

And you wished you had someone like that to love.

Lucy had put a video of you in tears on her instagram story, tagging you before returning to the movie. About halfway through, though, you both seemed to have passed out. The last thing you remember is a conversation between Edward Lewis and Vivian Ward lulling you to sleep.

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You woke up a few hours later, the TV had turned itself off and you were still drunk.

Like, really, really drunk.

And your thoughts were irrational, but all you could think about was Ben. Lucy was laying next to you in your bed, dead asleep, but you just wished it was Ben who was there next to you, just like he did after the breakup. You wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in his arms and go to sleep. But you couldn’t.

You searched through your bed, trying to find your phone. After finally finding it hidden, Lucy’s body unfortunately laying on top of it, you opened the calling app and hesitated. Should you call Ben? You eventually decided that you didn’t have anyone else to talk to, so you did.

You dialed Ben’s number and crossed your fingers in front of you like a first grader, hoping that he’d still be awake at 4 am.

“At the tone, please record your message. If you are finished recording, please hang up or-”

You hung up the phone quickly, swearing under your breath. You dialed the phone number in again, listening to it’s painfully slow ringing. The anticipation was building up so much in your chest you could’ve burst.

“Y/N? Hello? Are you okay?” you heard a tired, yet confused British voice say. All the air in your lungs disappeared for a moment.

“Bennie!” you slurred, rolling over in bed and giggling like a schoolgirl at the sound of his voice. Ben chuckled tiredly at the nickname, clearly confused about what was going on.

“Are you okay?” Ben asked again. You almost said yes, as saying you were fine had become a habit of yours.

“Actually… I’m not really? I don’t even know what I’m saying right now.” Your words were a jumbled mess, and you heard Ben take a sharp inhale on the other end of the line.

“I hope you’re done drinking now?” You nodded quickly. Forgetting that he couldn’t see you, you then told him that yes, the alcohol was put away.

“I’ve just been thinking. A lot. Like, a lot.” You started to ramble, eliciting a tired chuckle from the blonde boy.

“Yes, that happens to be a common thing that humans do.” You wanted to punch him in the throat for being so sarcastic, yet smooth even at four in the fucking morning.  

You could already tell you were going to regret saying anything to him, but your sober thoughts turned into drunk words way too fast and next thing you knew, you were spilling your heart out to Ben on the phone.

“You know? I’ve been fucked over a lot! A ton. So much. So so much,” you hiccuped lightly as you twisted a strand of hair around your finger, “and they all start and end the same way. I fall in love, he says he loves me, blah blah blah, we have sex in a car once or twice, a few months pass, and bam, he leaves me. And it’s always me who gets hurt. Why is it always me? What did I ever do to deserve that?”

Ben was eerily silent on the other end of the line, but to stop an awkward silence, you kept going.

“And everyone keeps asking me if I’m doing okay, if they need to go ‘beat him up for me’ and I always say I’m okay. Everytime. And I’m sick of it! I’m sick of pretending that he didn’t rip my heart out of my chest. Because he did, and I can’t sleep because every time I close my eyes I see him! And I can’t eat because it reminds me of all the times we’d go out to eat at 3am because we were bored. And I can’t drive because it reminds me of all the road trips we used to take to Venice to visit his cousin.”

There were tears streaming down your face, your words beginning to get jumbled. And you knew what was about to happen, but you didn’t have the mental capacity or willpower to try and stop it.

“And now, I see you every day and I think about that day you carried me back to my trailer, or when you held me so tight you were the only thing keeping me from shattering into a thousand pieces. And then we go out to pick up dinner for the band, or you smile at me or you laugh at something I said and I feel my heart soar. And I can forget about him. When I talk to you, the pain goes away for a second. Suddenly, he’s not at the forefront of my mind. You are. And I hate that! I hate dependency. I hate being someone who needs to rely on other people for happiness because I’m a lot to handle! I have so much baggage.”

Your words got caught in your throat for a second between the hollow sobs that were echoing in your trailer.

“I’m a lot easier to deal with when I’m happy. Always have been. And no one wants to deal with me when I’m sad or sick or in a shitty mood. They always leave me. And I hate that I like you so much, I hate that I adore being around you. Because I don’t want you to hurt me the same way he did. ‘Cause there’s definitely something wrong with me! Has to be! Three of my boyfriends have cheated on me. Three. I just wish I knew what I was doing wrong so I could stop. I don’t want to get hurt again.”

Still, silence on the other end of the line. The noiseless environment was so quiet it was loud in your eardrums. You felt like you were going to burst into a fiery, red-hot mess of tears and anger and anxiety. You were about to combust.

“You don’t care. Silly of me to think anyone cares, really,” you paused for a moment, tears silently rolling down your cheeks, “see you around, Bennie.”

You swore you heard him try to say something, but you passed it off as your ears ringing from the massive amounts of poison(wine) running through your veins.

And with that, you ended the call and fell back on your bed, laying your head close to Lucy. And darkness consumed you, pushing you into a sleep so deep you were almost unconscious.

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“Holy shit,” Lucy groaned loudly, “I’ve never been this hungover in my entire life.”

“You and me both.” You responded glumly. You had vague memories of the night before, but nothing much. The last thing you remember is passing out halfway through Pretty Woman. Your head felt like you had just awoken from a coma, you could barely open your eyes.

And your throat hurt so bad, you could’ve swore you woke up with strep throat.

You drowsily grabbed your phone from it’s spot next to you on the bed, and your eyes opened wide at the notifications on your lock screen.

You had seven missed calls from Ben, and 7 text messages.

ben: can we talk

ben: call me back

ben: answer my calls

ben: y/n

ben: y/n please call me back

ben: hello?

ben: please answer

You closed out of the texts and were about to call him back when an urgent knock rattled through your trailer. You raised an eyebrow at Lucy as you walked over to the door. She shrugged, so you expected to see a PA or something, but to your surprise, a certain blonde British man was on your doorstep.

Ben.

You both made eye contact and, for a few moments, just looked at each other. Ben opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out at first. He looked distressed, and Ben was never distressed. The look on his face was unsettling. “The call… did you mean it?” he asked suddenly. You wracked your brain for a few moments, trying to figure out what he meant by “the call.”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What call?” you wondered aloud.

“T-The call. You called me last night. Did you mean it?” Ben seemed panicky, his eyes desperately searching yours for something. Jesus, did you do this to him?

What the fuck did you say on that phone call?

“I’m sorry Ben. I don’t remember I was so drunk but…” you trailed off, biting your lip gently, “I probably didn’t mean it. Whatever I said. I’m an emotional drunk.”

Ben’s eyes dropped to his shoes and suddenly the cool air around you seemed to turn stale.

“What did I say? Was I mean? I’m sorry I just… don’t remember.” You were speaking to him with a slight desperation in your voice.You hoped you hadn’t hurt him.

“You don’t know what you said?” Ben asked in slight disbelief. You shook your head side-to-side, causing Ben to just shake his head and kick his shoe into the step he was standing below on your doorstep.

“Never mind. See you around.” He spoke quickly, all emotion and warmth leaving his voice immediately. And with that, he swiftly left you standing on your own doorstep, confused and slightly worried. You could’ve sworn you heard his voice crack in sadness, but you couldn’t be too sure.

Like you said, you’re always fucking things up.

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Cardi B Nabs 1st VOGUE Cover (With Kulture)! Explains Why She Took Offset Back After Cheating & Why Social Media Drives Her Insane

Cardi B lands her very first VOGUE cover and she posed it up with her adorable daughter Kulture. In the cover story, the “Press” rapper explains why she decided to take Offset back after cheating (multiple times), why social media now drives her insane (although that’s how she got discovered), how she pushes through the balancing act of wearing so many hats and more. Get it all inside…

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Cardi B is closing out 2019 lighting up the magazine circuit! The “Press” rapper landed her first VOGUE magazine cover, which is the 4th and final cover of the January 2020 issue that features fearless moms. The Grammy Award winner tapped her 16-month-old daughter Kulture Cephus to join her in matching Michael Kors and Oscar de la Renta looks for the issue. Bardi also rocked some Zac Posen threads in her solo editorials. Swipe left, above to see them.

Inside, the “Clout” rapper opened up for the first time about why she decided to take her husband Offset back after cheating…multiple times. As you know, Offset embarrassed Bardi a few times with infidelity antics. Before they were married, video footage of the Migos rapper laid up in a hotel room with another woman leaked online after his phone was allegedly hacked in 2017.

Just 15-months after tying the knot, the “Be Careful” rapper hopped on Instagram and announced she was “single” a week before Offset released his debut album, FATHER OF 4. Days before her breakup announcement, alleged text messages leaked showing a friend of rapper Cuban Doll trying to set up a threesome with Offset, who was trying to fly them out.

Most recently, Tekashi 69's girlfriend Jade - the bartender who is suing Cardi for allegedly jumping her and her sis at work because the rapper thought Offset was cheating with her – shared a video of Offset hopping in her DMs on Instagram saying he missed her. The Cephuses then got on Instagram claiming his account was hacked and all.

Through it all, Cardi has remained a “ride or die” for Offset. The reason? She told VOGUE all relationships have issues and their marriage isn’t perfect.

“My thing is, everybody on social media acts like relationships is perfect,” Cardi explained. “And that’s crazy to me. I’m around so many women, and there’s always a woman talking about how she loves her man, but her man is not financially stable, or she has a problem with his mom, or the sex is not as good anymore. Everybody has issues.”

The Bronx native said she and the Atlanta rapper prayed about it and eventually came to a mutual understanding.

”I believe in forgiveness. I prayed on it. Me and my husband, we prayed on it. We had priests come to us. And we just came to an understanding like, bro, it’s really us against the world. He has my back for everything, I have his back for everything, so when you cheat, you’re betraying the person that has your back the most. Why would you do that? We have come to a clear understanding. For me, monogamy is the only way. I’ll beat your ass if you cheat on me.”

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  The “Bodak Yellow” rapper opened up about the social media scrutiny she received after taking her husband back so many times after publicly cheating on her.

“When me and my husband got into our issues—you know, he cheated and everything—and I decided to stay with him and work together with him, a lot of people were so mad at me; a lot of women felt disappointed in me,” she said.

“But it’s real-life shit. If you love somebody and you stop being with them, and you’re depressed and social media is telling you not to talk to that person because he cheated, you’re not really happy on the inside until you have the conversation. Then, if you get back with them, it’s like, how could you? You let all of us down. People that be in marriages for years, when they say till death do us part, they not talking about little arguments like if you leave the fridge open. That’s including everything."

The “Clout” rapper even explained why she decided to start a family with the Migos rapper even though he already had three kids by three different women.

”When I was pregnant with Kulture, a lot of people was like, oh, he has three kids already; why would you have a kid with somebody that have three kids? And it’s like, how is that such a bad thing? My dad has eight kids, and we all get along, and it feels better, fuller. And with Offset, I feel like his kids just bring a pop of fun to life when they’re in his house. I actually love it. It brings out a different side of him that I like to see, and I love to see my baby interacting with her siblings. The more the merrier.”

Whatever floats your boat.

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  Being a rapper, mom, wife, sister and daughter is a lot on Cardi, but she’s learning how to balance it all – although it’s not an easy task. Her husband Offset spoke to the publication about how she’s managing it all.

“It’s not an easy thing,” the Migos rapper said. “We both have our own households. But you grow. We’re way better now with communication. She’s balancing a lot. She feels like she can’t be absent a lot, and our jobs are crazy. But I think motherhood got her more focused. I always tell her, don’t follow the comments. But she’s been outspoken on things since before she was making music—she’s not ever putting on, she’s not ever being cool. At the end of the day, she’s still going to rap about the same shit, which is what it’s like being a woman.”

Cardi added, “Being a mom—how can I say it? Things are a little bit harder to balance, but it’s good for the mental. Like, if I’m playing with my daughter, I forget about the issues.”

As you know, Cardi B’s rise to fame came even before she starred on “Love & Hip Hop.” She had over 1 million followers on Instagram due to her infectious personality. Now, social media seems to be more of a burden for her these days.

“Social media really made me,” she says. “Before I got on Love & Hip Hop, I had millions of followers just off the way I speak. Just me talking. And that’s how I got discovered. But now social media makes everything hard.”

Bardi said she likes to surround herself with family and friends to keep her mind off social media.

“When I’m there [in her New Jersey apartment] by myself, a lot of thoughts go to my head, and when the thoughts go to my head, it just overwhelms me, and it puts me down, and it puts me on social media, and that drives me insane. So I just like to be where there’s a lot of people so I won’t be watching my phone.”

Not only is she feeling pressure from social media, she’s also feeling anxiety about her sophomore album, which she’s currently working on.

“The first time it was just me being myself,” she said. “I didn’t even care if people was gonna like it or not. When I found out I did so good, I’m like, is this a big number? Everybody was like, yes, this is a huge number. So it’s scary because it’s like, now you got to top your first album, and then it’s like, damn. I wonder if people are gonna relate to the new things, to the new life, to the new shit that I gotta talk about now. Music is changing. I feel like people just wanna hear twerk-twerk music, but it’s like, is that just a phase? I probably need a sexy song. I need a lot of turn-up songs. I need a slow song, a personal song. And those are harder for me—I always need help when it comes to talking about my feelings. It’s hard for me to be soft, period. So it’s a lot of thoughts, a lot of pressure. It’s really like a job.”

Welcome to the real entertainment world Cardi! The Sophomore curse is real, but push thru!

You can read her full VOGUE interview here.

In case you missed, peep Cardi’s 73 questions with VOGUE below:

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You know me well – Part 5

Summary: Winning a contest to earn a small role in the next Supernatural Episode is a dream coming true. The only problem is the man you admire for his talent thinks you are not good enough. When he finally admits something, he turns your world upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jared Padalecki x Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins

Warnings: angst, sad reader, nightmares, fluff, comforting, remorseful Jensen, love-confessions

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Over the next weeks, you kept your distance as much as possible. Jensen never got the chance to talk to you alone after you left his house.

Not that he didn’t try to reach out for you, but the answer remained the same ‘no’.

He didn’t want to let anyone else, but Jared and Misha know you are a thing, on top of all he went to the red-carpet even with his ex-girlfriend pretending they are a thing. You will never forgive him for hurting you like that.

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Glancing at you so close Jensen sighs heavily, as you are answering a fan's question about the abrupt ending of your role in Supernatural.

“I got a better offer and I had some personal issues so I’ll leave Supernatural in Season 10 and hope Jared and the others will still be there for all of you a few more years.” Your voice sounds broken but you straighten your back as another fan asks you about the rumors and if you would’ve been interested in Jensen.

“Come on, guys. Give the girl a break.” Jared tries to protect you from another question about you and Jensen but you get up to hug the tall man tightly.

“It’s okay, Jared. After all, it’s the last chance for them to ask me about it.” Blinking the tears away you look at the girl asking you about Jensen.

“Jensen is happy with his ex-girlfriend and I could never compare with someone like her. He’s a great guy but way out of my league. I know my place after all and…” Clearing your throat you shrug. “If there was anything between Jensen and me you would know firsthand…right?”

“Jensen is not your type?” The girl asks as you try to compose yourself.

“As I said Jensen is great and I like him, but he would never be into someone plain like me, hun. I mean all these sexy actresses he dated so far.” Giggling you peck Misha’s cheek. “If anyone stole my heart, it’s Misha. Pity he’s happily married. Thanks for your question.”

Waving at the fans you leave the stage to burst into tears the moment no one can see your tears.

You need to take deep breaths as you feel a hand reaching out for you, but you slap it away. “Don’t…”

“Please talk to me, Baby Girl…I made a mistake but…”

“Nooooo!” You scream loud enough to hurt Jensen’s ears. He’s covering his ears, falling to his knees as you storm off.

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“Nooo!” Screaming Jensen sits upright in his bed, panting heavily as he clutches the blanket to his chest.

“What’s wrong, Jay?” Whining you sit up to rub your tired eyes. “Did you have a nightmare or something? Let me sleep a bit longer. I want to look pretty at the party tonight…”

Muttering you turn around to snuggle into your pillow as Jensen blinks a few times. He’s glancing at you lie in his bed before he pokes your side to test if you are real.

“Hey! Stop tickling me, Ackles.” Giggling you slap his hand away, trying to get more sleep.

Jensen is looking around the room, confused as he was at a Con not seconds ago and now he’s with you in his bed and has no clue how that happened.

“You’re here…” Jensen exhales spooning you to bury his face into your hair. “I’ve missed you so much, Baby Girl, thought I lost you.”

“Jay, did you hit your head or something? I was with you the whole time. I wasn’t away…” Now it’s your turn to be confused and you turn around to face Jensen. “Something wrong?”

“I had a nightmare…” Pressing his lips to your forehead Jensen sighs as you pat his shoulder.

“Happens to the best, Ackles. Tell me what made you that whiny…” Chuckling you snuggle close to Jensen as he clears his throat.

“I messed up in my dream. You know…epically.” Nodding you listen to Jensen’s words, closing your eyes to get more sleep.

“What did you do?” Yawning you rest your head against Jensen’s chest as he tells you about the party and his ex-girlfriend. Now you are suddenly wide awake.

“Wait! What? Jensen Ross Ackles, did you cheat on me in your dream, dude!” Sitting in the bed, grabbing the hem of Jensen’s shirt you narrow your eyes.

“I swear I would never…” Gasping Jensen tells you about Michelle, the Con and that you said you were in love only once and that man broke your heart.

“Ah, and you think it’s you, Ackles.” Chuckling you look at Jensen’s stunned face as you nip along his jaw.

“Uh, there’s more. After the Con, I saw you in a magazine, pregnant of Chris Hemsworth and you were about to marry him.” Panting heavily as you move closer to him Jensen glances at your lips as you form a perfect pout.

“Good taste, Ackles. Damn, I married Chris Hemsworth, awesome…” Giggling you peck Jensen’s lips before you lie onto your pillow to get some well-deserved sleep.

“Are you mad…?” Jensen lies next to you, moving his arms around your body to rest his head against your shoulder.

“Jay, that was a freaking dream, Babe. Now let’s sleep a bit. I dreamed I rode a taco with Keanu Reeves once. He said something about the Matrix, and we ate ice cream.” Jensen laughs into your shoulder as you giggle at the memory.

“Freak…”

“Dude, I’m telling you I had it bad for tacos for over three months after that dream.”

“I got it bad for you, Y/N.” Jensen sighs against you. “Maybe we should…” Hearing you snoring he stops talking, listens to the tiny noises you make. “What the fuck was that?”

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“Jay, stop staring at me like that.” Jensen is licking his lips eyeing you up and down as Genevieve talks to Jared about their kids and Misha fights with his tie.

“I can’t help myself.” Growling low in his throat Jensen presses you against the wall to claim your red lips. “Could drive a man crazy in that dress.”

“Jensen Ackles, you ruined my make-up.” Muttering you push against Jensen’s chest, but he won’t budge. His lips are on yours again, not caring Jared is chuckling behind him.

“Dude, let the girl live and calm your hormones, Jay. You’re not 14 anymore.” Jared is slapping Jensen ass, but his friend won’t stop nipping at your lips.

“I lost my girl last night. Let me make sure I know how her lips taste.” Panting you nod eagerly as Jensen kisses you again.

“I think you two should get a room or something, but we have a party to attend, dude. Like yesterday…” Pointing at his watch Jared smirks as Jensen finally lets go of you.

Legs wobbling, your lips ruined you try to stop panting but the look Jensen gives you makes your belly flip.

“Gosh, I need…” Fisting Jensen’s jacket you crush your lips onto his, pressing your hand against his racing heart as you break the kiss. “I think Jared is right, let’s go and rock the red carpet, gang…”

Giggling you grab Jensen’s hand to run toward the door before you stop in your tracks, letting go of his hand.

“Sorry, I forgot…” Now your good mood is gone and you take a deep breath before leaving the room without holding Jensen’s hand.

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“Y/N, Jensen! Jared! Misha!” The reports call as you, Jensen and Misha walk behind Jared and Genevieve, waving at the reporter and fans.

“I…” Cursing Jensen glances at Jared holding his wife’s hand then he looks at you, standing next to Misha, nervous as hell you've got no clue what to do with your hands so you play with your purse, not seeing Jensen stepping closer before he takes your hand in his, kissing it.

“Let’s do this.” Jensen is leading you toward the reporter and photographer, smiling he holds your hand as some reporter start whispering.

“Jensen, a question! You and Y/N look great together on screen. How’s that?” A reporter asks and Jensen smirks, licking his lips.

“It’s called acting.” His words let your smile fade, but you look into the camera, faking a new smile as Jensen keeps on talking. “Also, there’s some intense chemistry between me and my…” Clearing his throat Jensen let go of your hand to cup your face and then his lips are on yours.

“Jensen! Jensen! Y/N.” The reporter and photographer go rampant as you kiss Jensen back, letting him move his arms around your trembling body.

“My girlfriend and I have great chemistry. Like my best friend over there I found my love on the set of Supernatural. We wanted to wait to tell everyone during the first Con but …” Shrugging Jensen smirks. “…I always was more into showing than telling.”

“Jensen are you in love with Y/N! Will you marry her? Is that a baby bump? Can you tell us about your first date!” The reporter won’t stop throwing questions at Jensen but he smirks, giving them a wink before he presses his index finger to his lips.

“All I can tell you is that I love this girl. Everything else is our secret…”

Okay, now you all can kill me for tricking you…lol

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Jealous Of The Winter Soldier || Jake Gyllenhaal

Firstly I want to say, that I’m really sorry, that I didn’t post this request yesterday, but my internet wasn’t working and I couldn’t post anything, not even without Wifi (no idea what happened). BUT I’m still happy with how this imagine turned out and I even got to edit it a bit more :)

I also feel like this one is quite long, do you like imagines at that length or would multiple parts be better?

A Masterlist is going to come soon, probably today - I’ve been wanting to make one, but I never thought that I would have so many requests and imagines, so THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Thank you for this request whoever you were, I hope you and everyone else enjoys it! :)

Request by Anonymous:  Can i get a jake gyllenhaal one where the reader and him have been dating fpr awhile but he gets jealous of readers friend sebastian stan since he’s around her all the time

Warning: none

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader, Friendship with Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 3,308 (My longest imagine EVER! :))

Jealous Of The Winter Soldier

You were slowly waking up with the sun shining very brightly through the window. The moment you opened your eyes you groaned and shut them immediately again. Assuming it was very early due to the light having an orangey colour, you got your left arm out from under the chunky blanket and reached out to your nightstand, where your phone should have been – but it wasn’t. You moved your hand around on the surface trying to find it, without opening your eyes, but that try failed – your phone was not there. You got annoyed thinking about having to get since your friend Sebastian Stan was coming over and you were still not sure about the actual time. Turning over onto your left side, you tried opening your eyes once more and got a good look at the sleeping figure of your boyfriend next to you.

A smile started to spread on your lips gazing at the peaceful look on his face. The small smile he held, made you even happier, but then you remembered you weren’t going to spend a lot of time together today because he had an audition for a new movie and you had a photoshoot for the Avengers: Infinity War poster, including a magazine cover and an interview with your co-star Sebastian Stan.

You turned around again onto your right side and slowly got up properly that time, trying not to wake Jake. You slid the covers to your left and stood up, turning around, you placed the blanket back, making it look somewhat neat. Next to your nightstand was the door which led to yours and Jake’s walk-in-closet – you opened it, got in and started looking for a comfortable sweater and deciding on taking one of your partner’s after only a couple of seconds. Men’s sweaters are just WAY comfier than women’s and that’s a fact. After putting it on, you exited your wardrobe and the bedroom, trying to close the door as quietly as possible. You went down the stairs and started to feel a bit chilly already. When you entered the kitchen you saw, that Jake had left one of the big windows ajar

“Of course, he did”, you mumbled under your breath. You got easily cold, but Jake loved the chilly feeling and tried to always leave a window or a door, that leads outside, open without you noticing and he got home a bit later the night before, so you hadn’t been able to check if they were all closed. You started looking around the room searching for your phone and found it on one of the counters, wondering why you had left it there. Turning it on, you saw it was only 6:30 a.m., but since you didn’t feel very tired you instantly decided to stay downstairs and maybe start a bit of cleaning. Starting with wiping the counters, to removing some of the soot on the stove, over to the dining room, cleaning the table. Lastly, you placed all the pillows on your sofa into the position, you wanted them in, making it look nice and homely, and quite a bit more.

After catching up to all those chores, the time was 7:50 and footsteps could be heard from upstairs, signalizing that Jake woke up and would be downstairs any minute, so you decided on starting to prepare breakfast. About ten minutes later the footsteps got louder, indicating your boyfriend was walking the stairs. While you were standing at the stove working on some scrambled eggs, strong arms wrapped around your hips and a kiss got placed on your shoulder

“Good morning, gorgeous”, Jake’s voice was still deep from his good night sleep.

“Good morning, handsome”, you smiled, moving your head into his direction over your left shoulder to place a kiss on his lips. He released his grip on your sides and looked at the stove

“What can I do?”, he proposed helping.

“Ehm…”, you started thinking, ”you could put some toast in the toaster and maybe roast some tomatoes?” He nodded “Thanks for that difficult task.” You started laughing and proposed something new, letting the sarcasm in your voice be heard “Alright, take the fish out of the freezer, start making some Blackened Bass, cook potatoes, turn them into a mash, go outside get some oranges in the freezing cold and press your own orange juice. Oh, and don’t forget to go the shop around the corner and get some dragon fruit from China.”

Jake’s hands flew up in a surrendering manner “OK, OK, I get it. Put some toast in the toaster.” The both of you were laughing at this point. That was one of the many moments you lived for – making breakfast with your significant other, laughing and making stupid jokes. You could do this every minute of the day, only to hear his laugh and see that bright smile.

You put the finished scrambled eggs on two separate plates and went to the dining room to place them on the table. When you got back into the kitchen, you saw Jake holding your phone and reading a message

“Found anything interesting?”, you asked playfully.

“Sebastian wrote you a text. Be ready at nine, I’m picking you up. X Seb”, his voice was deep and didn’t sound even a bit amused “Why is he sending you an X?”

You knew Jake was a bit jealous of your co-star and on-screen love-interest -  not because he told you, he probably never would, but because his mum told you, that he informed her about his concern. It did hurt you a bit to know that Jake thought you were cheating on him with Sebastian, even though you assured him every day how much you loved him, by telling him and every other time by showing him.

“Because it’s Sebastian and he thinks he’s funny”, you walked over to him, wrapping your hands around his waist and hugging him tightly, “You don’t have to worry about anything. Don’t be jealous.”  Jake scoffed and moved away from you “Pfft, I’m not jealous, are you kidding me? If he was Brad Pitt, maybe.” His comment made you laugh, yeah sure, he was NOT jealous. He put your phone back on the counter and got the rest ready for breakfast, taking the toast to the dining room. 

You snatched your phone back and sent Sebastian a quick reply “Very sweet of you, thank you – I’ll try my best 😉”, he always made fun of how long you took getting ready, so you decided to joke around with him a bit. After putting the phone back, not waiting for a reply, Jake came back to grab two glasses and some orange juice from the fridge. Before joining him, you got two mugs from one of the cupboards and filled them with coffee, which you brewed earlier and put a bit of milk in Jake’s – you drank yours black. 

You sat across from your boyfriend and tried to start another conversation

“What are you up to today?”, you already knew the answer, but he seemed very tense and you wanted to make him possibly think about something besides your co-star. Jake answered, not looking up from his breakfast 

“I have this audition for a new movie, but I’m not too sure about it. Evelyn and Kim say it’s gonna be something big – I doubt it.”

He had always been very careful with his choice of movie, but his manager and agent were pretty much always right about upcoming roles for him. You started eating 

“Oh yeah, that one set in the 1850s, right?”

Jake gave you a short and silent hum of a yes. Alright, you thought, he’s really mad and doesn’t want to talk to me – well done, (Y/N).

The both of you finished your breakfast in silent and cleaned everything up afterwards – you took your plates, and now empty coffee mugs and stayed at the sink, starting to wash them, while Jake went back and forth between your kitchen and dining room to put back everything you used to put on the toasts and your glasses, which had been filled with orange juice. When Jake was done and made sure everything was back in place, he walked up next to you, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, and went back upstairs to get ready. 

Right after you finished cleaning, again, you shot a quick glance at the big clock on the wall behind your sofa in the living room – 8:38 – oh no, Seb will be here in twenty minutes, you thought and said out loud “Dang it!”

You rushed upstairs and quickly made your way to your shared bedroom to get dressed as quickly as possible, not really caring, what you picked out since you were going to get outfits to wear. Jake just got out of the bathroom through the door next to his nightstand, on the right side – you passed him and closed the door behind you. Walking over to your sink, you took your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth, right after being followed by putting on a bit of make-up, just to make you comfortable. After opening the door to walk back into the bedroom, your boyfriend wasn’t there to be seen anymore, but a knock on the front door from downstairs was able to be heard.

You ran down the stairs again, while hoping Jake wouldn’t get the door and would have to see Sebastian, but you were too late and he was already greeting the Winter Soldier that stood outside. You got to the middle of the stairs and shouted

“Good morning, Seb!”

He started smiling and Jake moved out of the way, positioning himself next to the door “Hey, how are you?”

You hugged him and gave him a little peck on the cheek as a welcoming and greeting manner, before moving towards your significant other, who stood next to the shoe rack, to quickly put on your shoes, but you realized that you had left your phone on the counter

“Babe, could you get me my phone from the kitchen”, you asked Jake, since you were ready to go and didn’t want to make a mess with your dirty shoes. He nodded “Sure”, and got your device within a couple of seconds, making it for Seb and you not possible to start a proper conversation. He handed it to you and you reached for it, but he pulled it away in a quick move while having a cheeky smile on his face – he was asking for a kiss and you knew it. You slightly got onto your tiptoes and placed a loving kiss on his lips, he was definitely in a better mood

“Have fun”, was the last thing he said to you before looking at Sebastian and nodding towards his direction “Good to see you, man.” 

Seb returned it with a “Good to see you too.” 

You were still smiling, whispering another “Bye” to Jake and closed the door after exiting your house. After reaching his car, he got in the driver’s seat, obviously not before opening the passenger door for you in a polite manner and you sat in the seat next to him. 

During the short drive, you laughed and joked about what was going to happen today, until he got curious as to why your boyfriend was acting a bit weird before

“What was going on with Jake today?”

You decided to tell him the truth, knowing he would totally understand, besides probably finding it a bit amusing

“I think he’s jealous of you”, you told him shyly. He started laughing

“Jealous of ME? Jake Gyllenhaal is jealous of me? Oh… wow.”

“Oh please, come on, you know, you’re not that bad looking”, you defended him because Sebastian was good -looking, but everyone knew, that you just didn’t have that kind of relationship with each other and never would have, including Seb and yourself.

The male actor next to you was then wearing a jokingly cocky smile on his face “Uuuuh, you think I’m good-looking? Maybe Jake should be jealous.” The both of you were laughing and you hit him playfully on his right arm. Him being Sebastian, he became the drama-queen he secretly was and acted as if you had just broken his arm.

A short bit later you arrived on the set, on which the photoshoot and the interviews were being held. After opening the door, you got up next to him and you started walking next to each other

“Remember, Seb. No spoilers”, you warned him beforehand, knowing very well how he, Tom Holland and Mark were just not able to shut their mouths. He tried defending himself and put his right hand on his chest, where his heart was

“I am in shock, how could you ever think about me like that, (Y/N).”

Not laughing pretty much all the time, was purely impossible when being co-stars with the Romanian actor and doing all the press junkets would be even harder. You got into the building very quickly and after entering, a woman was waiting for you to lead you around – to your dressing rooms and the actual set with all the cameras and backdrop. Seb and you got into your Infinity War costumes and met again in front of a white backdrop

“I’m so happy they’re making them more comfortable each year”, he said, talking about your characters outfits – and he was absolutely right.

“Yeah, I remember my first one being an absolute nightmare, I couldn’t even use the toilet.”

The photographer behind you started to laugh and told you and Sebastian to stand next to each other at first in poses he wanted us to and then in some, which we thought would be good. After that, we had to get pictures individually while each of us was trying to make the other one laugh behind the camera. 

The shoot was done very quickly, due to the rest of the staff members staying very professional and you soon got to take the costumes off and were handed slightly more comfortable clothes which still looked smart – yours being a navy blue suit with a white blouse underneath and his was a smart black buttoned-down shirt, a black leather jacket on top, a pair of jeans. Sebastian got to wear some sneakers, while you had to walk in heels, making him drop some comments

“Oh, how comfortable my shoes are. What about you (Y/N)?” or “I could run a mile and you?” and a lot more – all of them being funny.

The two interviews were sadly over faster than you thought – you were having a blast. They asked some very typical questions, like “Where do you think your characters are going?” and “How much Taylor and Bucky will we see in Infinity War?”

Some of the more random ones though, were a lot of fun to answer and you even played Would You Rather in the second interview:

(I: Interviewer, Y: You, S: Sebastian)

I: Alright, would you rather be able to fly or be invisible?

S: Oh, easy, invisible.

Y: Yeah, I’m gonna go with Seb. I have quite a big fear of heights.

I: OK, fair, fair. Ehm… would you rather be the biological child of Loki or Tony Stark?

S: That one’s more for you (Y/N).

Y: Haha, I guess. I mean… playing the biological daughter of Loki is quite fun, but I feel like being the daughter of Tony would be too.

I: Well, you kind of play that, don’t you?

Y: Yeah, of course! So, I don’t know… hm. To be honest, I enjoy being the adoptive daughter of Tony as well, because I think-I think, he doesn’t really care, whether you’re his biological daughter or adoptive, he would treat you the same. So… I’m gonna stay with Loki.

I: Very interesting, and you Sebastian?

S: Oh, I would go for Tony.

Y: Really?

S: Of course! What the heck would I do with a frost giant as a father?!

Y: The same Taylor does, enjoy her life being adopted by Tony Stark, AND being bad and having powers like Loki.

S: Yeah, no, that’s not something for me.

I: Is it not?

S: No, I’d much rather enjoy my life, knowing I’m a human and being a spoiled brat like a very specific girl in the movie.

Y: She is NOT a spoiled girl, are you kidding me? (laughing)

Sebastian nodded his head secretly, acting like you wouldn’t be able to see him, making the Interviewer laugh.

(!Quick Note!: I’m thinking about starting to write a fanfiction/multiple imagine series about what they just talked about, would you be interested in that? Or do you maybe want to know a bit more about the idea? Please let me know 😊)

The day went by fast and before you even knew it, you were back in Seb’s car driving back home. You reviewed the day and laughed at all the things that happened. When he pulled up at your house to drop you off, you turned body towards him

“Do you want to come inside?”, but he shook his head politely

“No, thank you. I think you should talk to Jake again and assure him, nothing’s going on between the two of us. And also… I’m the last person he would want to see right now.” 

That made you smile

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You rose a bit from your seat to lean over and hug him “I’ll see you. Good night”

“Good night, (Y/N).”

After opening the door, getting out, and closing it again, you kept standing there to wave Goodbye. As soon as Sebastian’s car was out of sight, you started walking to the front door and since you forgot to take your keys, you had to knock, which you regretted the second you did it. Only a couple of seconds later, it got opened, revealing your boyfriend in only his sweats. While looking at him, a smile started to spread on your face

“What if I was a crazy fan?” That made him laugh as well

“Get in, it’s cold.”

“No way, Jake Gyllenhaal is cold. Wow, what happened while I was gone?”

He didn’t answer but walked upstairs to lay back down and try falling asleep again. You took your shoes off and decided to join him without eating dinner since you had already eaten something at the shoot. As you entered your bedroom, Jake was sitting on his side of the bed, waiting for you

(imagine him not having these wounds please (:)

“I’m sorry.”

You wanted to go to the bathroom, but stopped when you heard those words and slowly turned towards him

“What?”

He looked up into your eyes – they held a lot of grief and an apologetic look in them

“I’m sorry about earlier. About everything, everything I said… about Sebastian and thinking that there’s something possibly going on between the two of you.”

You couldn’t hide the smile on your lips – Jake was a very honest man, but he had never said sorry about something like that. Walking over to him, you placed both of your hands on either side of his face and made him look up to you

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s normal to feel jealous”, he rolled his eyes at your comment, “and yes, you are jealous – don’t try denying that.” You gave him an assuring smile “I just found it a bit disappointing, that you didn’t trust me.”

“I trust you”, he assured you. You nodded and placed a kiss on his forehead, which made him smile widely. As you turned away to take your make-up off and brush your teeth in the bathroom, Jake slapped your butt and smiled seductively at you

“Hurry up and join me in bed.”

You shook your head smiling and tried to hurry.

Wow, that was a long one :) did you enjoy it? How are the gifs? Too many? Not enough? Unnecessary?

Also, I’m really sorry for the delay, but I hope you still liked it!

Thank you for taking your time to read it! :)

I really hope you have/had a great day/night!

[cheollies]

The Artist

Warnings: none

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Everyone thought you were weird. For someone so talented, so unbelievably intelligent, you chose to fall in love with an amateur artist. you chose game night ins with his incredibly rambunctious group of friends instead of the black and white star studded event with caviar and platters of tiny food.

The magazines whispered of a possible lovers quarrel to which you and Seungcheol ended up cackling about. Everyone had felt duped at the announcement of dating. People reasoned Seungcheol was using you, it was for promotions of his next art exhibit, and he only wanted your money and luxurious lifestyle.

And many nights you kissed away his worries, his fear of the media, of all the press just waiting for the possible gossip of a break up. You reassured him, hugging his body tightly, whispering his name to rid of the demons in his mind.

Seungcheol wished he lived in the simpler times. the times when artist were appreciated and glorified for their hard work and diligence instead of being seen as outdated. He spent hours, days, weeks, and months perfecting every detail of his canvas. he poured his heart into everything, and yet he still stood in an empty art gallery, watching as you walk in with a box of pizza and the warmest hug. you’d mask his tears with words. with “I’m so proud of you” and “I love you” and “you’ve worked hard”.

“Y/n, the world’s most first and beloved time traveler, and Choi Seungcheol, the world’s most famous boyfriend, rumored to be broken up?” Seungcheol scoffs, “where do they even come up with these ideas. they stalk us day and night. when have we ever looked like we broke up.”

“Maybe they’re talking about the time you cheated at the video game and gloated to my angry face.” You pull the shirt over your head, laughing as you dodge the pillow he threw at you. You crawl onto the bed, bringing yourself to straddle the male’s hips. you’ve discarded his phone to stare at the loveliness of his facial features, “it doesn’t matter what they say or what they assume or anything else.” you hover yourself just above his lips, your hair falling and tickling his skin, “I will love you. and I will always love you. now, forever, until my last breath.”

“ugh. disgusting.”

“Seriously Jun.” you throw your head back in annoyance, dragging yourself off of Seungcheol, “who let you in?”

“excuse me. I let myself in. world’s hottest time traveler is standing in your room. let’s go to work.” Jun exits the room, muttering about raiding your kitchen for his starving stomach.

You go back to looking at Seungcheol, caressing his charcoal colored haired as he leans his head onto your shoulder. his hands make their way to wrap tightly around your waist, almost refusing to let you go.

You murmur against his ear, “I really have to go to work now.” he takes a deep inhale and you know how much he needed you, “how about, when I come back, we can go out. piss off the paparazzi maybe? totally make out in front of them. the whole usual thing we do. I’ll let you even put your hand on my butt.”

Seungcheol snorts, smiling against the skin of your neck where he’s begun go place small kisses, “I’d love that so much.”

The paparazzi raided you and Jun as you two stepped out of the apartment building. Photographers followed behind, snapping pictures away with their unnecessary amount of flashes. Reporters screamed, shouting questions they hoped would be answered.

“Are you and Seungcheol broken up? Are you and Jun going on a date? Did you break up with Seungcheol or did he break up with you?”

You roll your eyes at their idiotic questioning, shutting the car door with a grumble, “These people need to get lives instead of following other people’s lives.”

Jun can only snort as he starts and car and drives away from the madness of the people. Your eyes turn, staying locked onto the building. You could spot Seuncheol peering out from the window, staring like a lost puppy who waits for his owner to return.

You loved your job just as much as you loved Seungcheol. Time travel became the new rave in scientific technology. You remembered the days before time travel was discovered, when life was more simple, when everyone wasn’t so obsessed with science and technology. As soon as time travel was perfected, it seemed as though the entertainment business plummeted and technology skyrocketed.

“Oh my god I missed these so much!” You let out a groan with the soft warm cookie melting in your mouth.

Jun stares in complete amazement at you devouring almost a whole plate of cookies, “We traveled back in time to gather resources, not so you can eat cookies.”

You glare at the man, swatting his hand when he tries to take a cookie off the plate, “We gathered it and now we can play for a little while.” You kick Jun under the table when he finally is able to steal a cookie from your plate, “Oh, I should totally pack some up for Seungcheol. We used to come here all the time when we started dating. It’s so sad that this place shut down.”

“What do you expect, this part of town basically becomes laboratories for experiments and development.”

“Oh my god!” You squeal in your seat while Jun turns to look out the window, “It’s Channie!” You jump in your seat from excitement, “He’s so small! How old is he again in this year?”

Jun smirks at the younger boy crossing the street, his oddly chopped hair and small height, “He’s in his first year of high school I think.”

“Ugh, I just wanna pinch his cheeks.” Your eyes follow the high schooler until he passes the small shop, “Can we go see Seungcheol?”

Jun raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure you really want to do that.”

You and Jun enter the small art gallery. A face mask covered the lower half of your facial features, and a hat shielded the most of your upper half. Your hands are stuffed deeply into the pockets of your jacket, a big sigh leaves your lips as you watch a more younger Seungcheol set up a tiny area.

“It’s his first gallery.” You say to Jun as you two stand in the entrance, “Today was his first time showing everyone his art.”

“Let’s just hurry up and go home.”

Jun stays behind as you approach Seungcheol. During this time he was more lanky, his hair was more bushy, and he decked out in a t-shirt and jeans because he could barely afford anything. He stands proudly yet anxious next to his artwork. Everyone moves around his piece and you spot just how insecure he was.

But you stand in front of his piece. Admiring the familiar stroke of his paint and his favorite use of the color red. His first piece was of a sunrise, of the blazing sun peeking just slightly over the horizon to create the lightest of pink, purple, and blue in the sky.

“You painted this?” You look at Seungcheol, he was so thin, so tired but when you talked to him, he lit up so quick.

“Yes! I worked really hard to show just how beautiful sunrises can be. It’s called ‘The Artist’ because artist usually stay up day and night, they’re the ones most likely to see the sunrise and its beauty.” His toothy grin makes you fall all over for him again.

“I understand.” You nod.

His eyes are perked up, “You’re an artist?”

You shake your head, “My boyfriend is an artist.”

Seungcheol’s interest has been peaked, “Has he done any accredited work?”

You give a slight nod to his question, “I guess you could say so, but he’s a little ahead of this time.” His frowns slightly. Your hand points to his artwork, “I’d like to buy it. How much?”

Seungcheol is back to grinning, a relief washing over his facial features, “I listed it for only three hundred, but I can definitely drop the price for you.”

“No.” You take a good look at the hardworking Seungcheol before you had met him, “I’ll give you one grand for it.”

Seungcheol’s mouth drops open, “Are you serious?”

You dig through your bag, pulling out the largest bills you can find and placing it into his hands, “One day, you are going to look back on this, and I hope you think of it as a moment to continue your dreams. People may hate you, call you stupid names, belittle you,” You stare into the eyes of your beloved, “But you are going to be truly amazing.”

The beautiful frame in your hands rest neatly to showcase the beauty of the artwork. Seungcheol takes his time to continuously give you his gratitude, modestly bowing over and over again as an appreciation. He can’t help but break out into the largest smile as he looks at you.

“It’s Y/n!” Someone shouts in the gallery and before you know it, a crowd has gathered at the entrance of the door.

Seungcheol’s eyes are distracted at the sudden noise, when he turns back, you have completely disappeared into the crowd. The painting rests securely in your arm, careful to not ruin the bits because of the crowd. With your head lowered, your eyes cast to the side, glancing through the crowd, spotting the familiar hair-do, the familiar pigment of dress, spotting yourself. Eyes catch each other for the tiniest of moments before you turn, lowering your head even more before pulling Jun along.

“So you knew?” Jun glanced at you, you who marveled at the work in your hand.

“We met today, he gets overly excited about selling his first piece and accidentally runs into me. He was so careless in this age, never looked where he was going, always a busybody.” Your fingers run over the glass protecting the paint, “He thinks he’s lucky to have me. But in reality, I’m so much more luckier to have him.”

“Ugh, you guys are so sappy. Let’s just go home.”

You let out a laugh, elbowing Jun in the side, “Don’t even lie, we spend so much more time stalking your lover than Seungcheol. Remember when you outright punched their ex for cheating.”

Jun flushes, “Shut up. And he totally deserved it.”

When you had reached home, the night had taken over. Stars scattered around the moon as you walked into the lobby of your home. The artwork protectively in your hands, a smile dangling on your lips as you reached home.

“Seungcheol?” You called out, kicking the door after you had punched in the code. You struggled slightly with the frame in your hand.

You stepped through the apartment, feeling the slight chill flowing through the place. You find the door to the balcony wide open, the curtains flapping against the wind as Seungcheol is seated on a stool, a nice canvas sitting in front of him. His eyes remain fixed on the sky, his broad back facing towards you. You leave the artwork to hide behind the couch.

Your arms make their way around him, snaking an arm over his waist and the other over his shoulder to meet between his chest, you lean your body against his back, kissing the nape of his neck, “What are you doing out here?”

Seungcheol leans his head back onto you, curling his nose into your cheek, drowning himself in your soft touch, “I just missed you.”

Your laughter tickles his neck, “So you decided to sit out here in the stupidly cold weather.”

“You’re so cold to me, I thought it evened out pretty well.”

Your hand slaps his chest, “Just because you said that, you’re not getting my surprise gift.”

A grin inevitably comes upon his lips, his excitement causes him to dig a sloppy kiss into your cheek, “Please please please, let me see this wonderful surprise gift you have brought to me, my one and only lovely girlfriend.”

You wipe your cheek of the mess from his lips, lifting your head from his shoulder, you give him a cheeky grin, “Okay, stay here. Don’t move. And no peeking!” Your voice drifts as you quickly move back into the apartment to grab the frame.

Seungcheol’s lips hold a large grin, eyes carefully closed tight, hands clutching to the fabric of his pants for the surprise made him eagerly anxious. He can sense your presence in front of him and his smile grows.

“Okay. Open!”

Seungcheol flutters his eyes open. First he sees you, your smile and eyes show anxiousness too. He brings his gaze to fall to his hand. The piece of artwork in front of you, the familiarity, the piece he held so close to home for it was his first art. His hands fall onto the protective glass of the frame, he clearly remembers working ungodly hours just to afford the golden frame with actual glass. He admires just how new the glass even looks, just like how it appeared the first day he presented it.

“It’s a Choi Seungcheol original.”

Seungcheol can only stare at the piece of his he hasn’t seen in forever. He recalls the days and nights he spent perfecting this. This was his first, this was his defining piece of work, the one that made his love for art become his entire life.

“How did you get this?” Seungcheol whispers as he firmly grasps the frame, taking it from your own fingers.

“Someone was selling it.”

Seungcheol looks at you skeptical, “Someone was selling art? In this day and age?”

“Okay. I may have done some digging and found the owner. She was such a big fan, she didn’t even want to sell it to me at first.”

Seungcheol grins widely, “Seriously?”

You nod, feigning an annoyance on your face, “Luckily she was moving, so she sadly sold the painting to your real number one fan.”

Seungcheol’s toothy smile radiates in the night sky, “She was the first one to buy my painting. She was right, the media practically ridicules me.”

When he pauses, you bring your hand to his cheek, staring down into his eyes, “But you’re truly amazing.”

Seungcheol’s mind falters, the deja vu sending a shiver down his spine, “Yeah.” His lips curl when he steals a sweet kiss, “Yeah. I’m pretty amazing.”

Your fingers steal the painting from his hands, “Now, we should totally hang this up in the living room, so everyone can see the first Choi Seungcheol original.”

Seungcheol follows behind, cackling against the night air, “Please don’t!”

While you dodge Seungcheol’s many attempts to steal the framed painting, the lone canvas sits perfectly on the balcony. Lines decorate the pearl white canvas, pencil strokes outline the photo, a portrait sits neatly drawn. Eyes being the main portion of the facial feature shown as a mask and hat covers the entirety of everything else. The tiniest of words are scrawled at the bottom of the canvas in Seungcheol’s handwriting: The Traveler

a/n: Based on a dream I had, it’s not a loosely based dream, it’s more of my dream that has tiny parts included/excluded, so about 50%-60% of the story is actually derived from my dream. if you’re curious of the whole dream, don’t be afraid to ask!! 

[mrs-dr-strange]

Frog Catchers

Prompt: “You know I can take care of the monsters sweetheart.”

Warnings: a bit of angst, a dash of smut (18+ y’all), some swearing

Word Count: 1500+

A/N: Y’all it’s a Daddy!Lance fic as part of @bucky-plums-barnes 8,000 Follower Celebrations Writing Challenge. I’ve been such a big fan of Gen’s theme days, her writing, and she’s such a genuinely nice person. 

Sorry babe, award ceremony ran long. Flying in tomorrow night xx

You sighed and slid your phone onto the snack filled coffee table, “Hey peanut, this movie isn’t going to watch itself.” The hallway filled with the noise of Amelia’s pitter patter as she ran from her bedroom and wormed her way to join you under the duvet. 

“Is Papa gonna watch with us?” you kissed the top of her head and flipped through the black Netflix screen. “Sorry peanut, Papa is working until tomorrow,” your daughter crossed her arms and huffed at the news, “-annnnd that’s why we get to watch scary movies tonight.” The pout vanished as she began squealing from happiness since Lance never allowed her to watch horror movies.

Sunday’s were Lance’s cheat day, and cheat days meant his famous chocolate chip pancakes and bacon for breakfast, plus he would do the cooking and cleaning so that didn’t hurt either. 

You hummed as you sipped your coffee, watching as Lance tried- and failed- to flip the pancake from the pan to the towering stack of pancakes on the counter. Snorting, you fastened your robe tighter around your body as Lance huffed and called out for your daughter while he brought the plates of food to the table.

Your daughter shuffled her feet across the hard wood floor and said a half-hearted good morning momma, papa as she stood next to Lance. He raised his eyebrows looking between you and your daughter- who normally at this time couldn’t sit still as she waited for pancakes- but now was half asleep with her blanket clutched in one hand. “Everything good Melly-Belly?” Lance asked as pushed his chair back and pulled her onto his lap. She nodded and grabbed a pancake from the stack before sliding off his lap and shuffling back to her room.

Lance waited until the click of the door closing before he spoke up, “Did something happen when I was gone? I bet it was that Myers kid again, he’s such a little shit. You know he’s the one who kept hiding her lunchbox last month.”

It wasn’t that your daughter was always picked on, it was just typical five-year-old shenanigans that happened, in hindsight she also retaliated by pouring glitter into his desk. You knew what caused her to shut down like this, she didn’t like for her Papa to leave, Lance knew too but every time you brought it up he would change the subject.

Two weeks had passed and your daughter sprung back to her quirky self.

She was wearing her bumble bee tights, red shorts, panda sweater, and ducking covered rain boots as she waited for Lance. Because today was the day, today her dad promised to go frog catching since the weather finally decided that the Fall season didn’t mean continuous rain for three days. Even when you went to get her clothes out for the day she insisted on picking everything herself.

You were washing up dishes as your daughter began spouting out frog facts, or fracts as she affectionately called them, from the Animal Planet special. “Fract, frogs don’t hafta drink water mama they drink it in their skin,” you smiled as she began spinning around, “and-and- and they are called ampibins.”

“Its amphibians peanut.” Lance’s voice traveled down the hall, your daughter was buzzing at excitement. Which is why when Lance came out of your bedroom in his red and blue tracksuit with his luggage in one hand and car keys in the other, your daughter stomped her boots and plopped down face first into the couch.

“Amelia Tucker you better not have your boots on the couch” you smiled when you heard the two soft thuds of her boots being toed off before you turned to Lance. “Lance Tucker where are you going,” you asked as you dried your hands and crossed your arms, “I think someone was supposed to be a frog catcher today, not a coach.”

Lance sighed and dropped his bag, “I know sweetheart, but with the competition coming up this weekend Annie needs more work on her floor routine and Gwen hasn’t been able to do her dismount from the uneven bars right ever since she hurt her ankle last month.”

He pocketed his keys before making his way to the couch, “if we leave a few hours early we can use the gym before the other teams get there. Plus, frogs give you warts when you touch them. I don’t think peanuts should have warts, what do you think peanut?” Lance crouched next to your daughter, raising his eyebrows. Amelia shrugged her shoulders as he kissed her forehead, which she scrunched her nose at.

He made his way back to the kitchen and wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing you softly before you yelped at him pinching your ass. “I will see you Mrs. Tucker in three days.” You pecked his lips one more time before he turned around and left.

Three days turned to five when his team got top marks and stayed to do interviews and magazine photoshoots.

You bolted up, thunder boomed outside as you started blinking away the sleep from your eyes. Rain was pelting against the bay windows in your bedroom.

3:49 AM

Lightning illuminated your dark bedroom as you realized what woke you up. You could hear shoes squeaking against the wood floors.

Someone was in your house, you half-fell off your bed and grabbed the collapsible baton from the nightstand and crept into the hallway. You walked past Amelia’s room, peeking through the open door to see her curled up and clutching her blanket as she slept. Thunder boomed causing you to flinch, your heart racing through your chest.

Deep breaths, shit. 

Your back was against the side of the fridge as you heard the intruder rummaging through the kitchen. Your finger slid over the release button as you swung around, the thwip of the baton extending out as you raised your arm to strike down-

“-HOLY FUCK ITS JUST ME BABE” Lance’s arms were blocking his face as he cried out, “I knew you were mad with me, but not coming after me with a baton mad.” You groaned and clutched your chest, “Lance we live in the 21st century, a text would’ve been nice.”

“Its three in the morning, I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Oh yeah, because me assuming a burglar trying to rob our house isn’t going to be the first thought in my mind, right?”

Lance snorted and stepped forward kissing your forehead as you slumped against his chest, partially from relief and partially from being the adrenaline spike. His hands started rubbing circles in your back before you heard his husky voice rumble through his chest, “Mrs. Tucker, did you think a burglar would be scared if he knew you were wearing just a sweater and panties?” You smirked and guided his warm hands under your sweater, Lance bit his lip feeling your bare ass.

“Who said anything about panties, Mr. Tucker?” Lance pulled you tighter against his body before he leaned in for a kiss. Your lips parted under his demanding tongue, his day’s old stubble scratching against your chin, your arms wrapping around his neck. Lance could feel your moan against his lips as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down lightly. Lance picked you up and wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to your bedroom, nipping at your jawline until he kicked the door closed with his foot and laid you on the bed.

His face is illuminated by the flashes of lightning from outside, he licks his kiss reddened lips as his dark eyes roam over your body. Lance smirks, kneeling between your legs, and kisses the insides of your knees, slowly kissing and making his way to your inner thigh. His hips rutting against the bed as he started to push your sweater up, he had just begun to spread your legs when the doorknob to your bedroom started to rattle.

Lance quickly rolled over to his side of the bed and under the duvet while you pushed your sweater down when Amelia shuffled inside, rubbing her eyes and sniffling as she made her way to the bed.

“Momma, the m-monsters are gonna g-get me” she said in between hiccups, thunder boomed as she began to cry. Lance crawled over to the edge of the bed and picked our daughter up, settling her in his lap as he rubbed her back.

“The monsters are back? You know I can take care of the monster’s sweetheart.” Lance wiped away the tears from her cheeks as you turned on the bedside lamp. “Me and m-momma watch the movies y-you don’t like when you go away.” Lance looked over at you, cocking his head to the side, “I thought we agreed she wasn’t ready for scary movies.” You leaned forward and kissed their cheeks, “yes but when you don’t come back when you say you should, we get sad, and when we get sad we like to watch scary movies instead.”

Lance smiled and kissed the top of Amelia’s head as she clung to him, “How about we go catch some frogs?” He stood wrapping an arm around Amelia as she buried her face in the crook of his neck mumbling, “right now papa?”. He laughed and made his way down the hall, “In the morning, peanut. Because right now, Papa’s got some monsters to scare.”

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amor proibido v

Through the hourglass I saw you In time you slipped away - Berlin, Take My Breath Away.

The feeling of a hand tracing circles on my thigh causes my eyes to flutter open, turning to the side to read the bright numbers on the digital clock. 4.45 am. The room is dark and the only sound is the rhythmic breathing shared between us.

“Trying to sleep,” I mumble, pushing away his roving digits and turning on my side to return to sleep. “Some people like to sleep and not spend all night fucking, you know.”

He chuckles mirthlessly, showing the exhaustion he shares. “You need to lighten up, being so tense all the time isn’t healthy. It is my job to help you...” He places his head on my shoulder, planting a few kisses right there. “...lighten up.”

“You could just let me sleep and leave me the fuck alone too,” I reply, but I lean closer to him so he can slip his arm around my waist.

“What are you doing to me?” He asks, voice full of questions and rhetorical at the same time. Neither of us has the answers. “You are fucking with my emotions again, and I am letting you. Last night you walked away from me and you said you felt nothing...”

My body tenses, not willing to have this conversation for the thousandth time tonight. I push away from him, looking for my phone in the dark and heading for the door in a flash. I am not doing this, no. I am already way above my head, and I don’t need to make it even worse. This is just a stupid job. Then I go back to my real life.

Looking down at my phone, there are two missed calls from Landon and a few texts to tell me how he went out with his friends because he didn’t want me to be the only one having all of the fun. He is only teasing me, but I can only imagine how hurt he would be if he knew where his fiancee was at this very moment. Landon may be a tad self obsessed, but he would never cheat. His mother did that to his father, and it killed him. He always said when he started to get more serious, he only wanted to pursue the relationship if I was the same page. And I was...at the time. Then everything changed with one stupid moment, and now I am wondering what the fuck I am doing with my life. 

Shawn gets out of bed, walking over to the door and placing a hand on my arm. “Will you just fucking wait?” His eyes stare daggers into mine, showing his anger and sadness at the same time. “I am trying to understand what the end game is here. You are the one who walked away last night and yet you showed up here, begging to get into bed with me because you don’t want to be fucking alone. Last time I checked, you were the one pushing me away. And I have been asking you what the fuck you want from me. Just a simple explanation.”

Shutting my phone off so he doesn’t see the messages, I place a kiss against his lips and say, “I should go.  I am still supposed to interview you in the morning, and I have to see if my boss is going to extend my stay like he seemed to hint at in his latest email.”

“Fuck you,” he spats, turning his head away. “You are not going to mess with my head and act like I am the one who has done something wrong.”

“Shawn, please...”

“Please what? An hour ago, you were saying please don’t stop Shawn and now you want me to let you just walk away?”

I place my hand on the door knob and sigh, “I will see you in a few hours, okay? You need sleep. And so do I.”

He snorts. “Sure, go ahead and walk away. But we both fucking know you will be back, and the most fucked up part is that I will let you come back.” He storms back to bed, throwing the covers over him and turning his back to me.

I can’t get married in a month... there is no way.

Fuck.

I finally stop trying to sleep at 7 am, taking a quick shower and sitting down at my computer to type up the notes my boss asked for about the concert. Of course, I leave out all of the dirty details about what we did because this is just supposed to be a job, and I would lose it so fast if anyone at the magazine had any idea what I was doing. Fucking around with a 19 year old famous musician. That is definitely one way to throw away your whole career before it even begins. My boss sends back an email about how my writing sounds great so far and how they are thinking of having me stay on for an extended amount of time to write an online series about Shawn if this article does as well as expected. I should be upset because my life is somewhere else, but my entire being only seems calm at the possible chance being allowed to stay for longer.

I make only horrible choices. I should not be doing any of this at all. This is my whole job. My entire life could just be gone because I don’t know how to be a fucking adult now. But it was one string of bad choices, and I am going to be smarter now. If I am going to be here longer, I need to rein in my stupidity. I will just tell him it was fun, but I can’t do it because... 

My thoughts are pulled back to reality when I see Landon is calling me via Skype. Taking a deep breath, I answer the call with the fakest smile on my face “Babe, it is so good to see your face!” I exclaim, pursing my lips and blowing him a kiss like I am not the biggest whore around. 

His smiling face greets me, blonde hair still damp from his shower and ever present stubble along his chin. His green eyes crinkle in the corners when he smiles, and he even has this dimple in his left cheek I used to love to poke when we first started dating three years ago. “Hey, you. I feel like I have barely had the chance to talk to you. The kid keeping you busy?” he teases, scratching the side of his face.

Hearing Landon call Shawn a kid makes me a little mad. Not just because I fucked him so I want to feel less dirty, but because I know he is more than that. He is way older and wiser than his nineteen years, and there is just something I am so drawn to with Shawn which makes what is going on so fucking volatile. It has only been a few days, but just like Shawn said. We both are feeling things we never thought possible...but I just keep lying to him. And that stupid fucking kiss. 

“Did you have fun last night?” I ask, hoping for a quick subject change.

This launches him into a very long and detailed explanation about how he spent his night. One of the best parts about dating a narcissist is they have the uncanny ability to talk about themselves for very long periods of time. He will prattle on about himself for a very extended period of time where all I have to do is nod and smile like I am listening.

Once upon a time, I was in love with Landon. I met him at a concert I was covering for a smaller magazine while I was still in college. He was the brother of the drummer, and he had just come out to support his brother and friends. No big deal. He was the sweetest back then. All kindness and politeness, telling me I was the prettiest person he had ever seen and he even asked if he could buy me a drink. It was so natural and easy. I wanted to be around him all of the time. He would visit me when I was done with my classes, bringing me books he thought I would like and asking if he could hold my hand. He never tried to push for more than I asked for, content. We dated a year before he asked me to move in with him, and he asked me to marry him the following year. We fit this plan of being together seamlessly and we were happy. 

It didn’t matter I wasn’t sure I really wanted to keep the job I had... the one he said I needed because he wasn’t going to live with a freeloader. Or how everything was always about Landon, and his feelings. I was the one who was doing things wrong and needed to be more understanding. He wanted to marry me because he loved me, and I loved him but I needed to be less selfish. Once we were married, I could just work until we starting having children. Everything was going to be fine because we were following a plan where nothing could go wrong. We were in love, and it was all so amazing. 

We are in love still. 

“We are getting married in a month, and you still have not picked out your dress. I think you may have to just settle for one because you can’t wear nothing the day we get married...” Landon is telling me, bringing up the subject of the wedding again. “Maybe you could go with my mom and pick out something easy.”

I haven’t picked out a dress because I don’t want to marry you. “Yeah, that sounds great,” I say with a false smile, my cheeks beginning to hurt. “We still have things to plan out, and you may need to do them without me because my boss thinks he wants me to stay out on the tour a little bit longer. They are thinking of doing a web series about the rest of the tour if my cover story does well.”

Landon is silent for a moment, then he smiles. It does not reach his eyes, because it means he is going to have to do something besides being so self involved for a long period of time. Because the wedding is about us, not just him. “I am so happy for you, but I am going to miss you. You may end up just flying home to marry me and then going right back to work, eh?”

I shrug, not sure. “It would be good for me, you know. I would be able to make better money, and we could move to a bigger place like you have wanted...”

“Yeah, you can be the money maker and I will be your bitch,” he grumbles.

“Babe...”

“Listen, I need to go get ready for work. I am sure you need to go too.” He disconnects the call, leaving me staring at my screen in frustration. 

Great. Because my life isn’t already falling apart.

“I wanted to say I was sorry.” I bite my lip and think about how to tell him the unedited truth. “I have been really shitty to you these last few days, and I should have taken what you said with more reality than I was doing. I am really sorry about that.” I move in closer to him, trying to ease the tension so we can have good interview for the article, and that is the only reason.

The smile falters as his eyes darken. “Are you fucking me with right now?” He shakes his head at me, placing his hand absently on my bare leg and drawing small circles on my skin. His eyes trail up and down my legs, noticing the shorts I am wearing with his eyes filled with appreciation. He continues to draw the small circles on my legs as he met my gaze. “I don’t like being fucked with, you know.” Shawn stops the circles to gently maneuver his hand up and down my thigh, following the natural curves of my body.

“Why do you assume I am fucking with you?” I inquire with a slightly hurt tone.

He twists away from me, his hand frozen in the middle of my thigh.“You seem to like fucking with me,” he admits honestly, taking his hand off me completely.

There seemed to be no words to explain what I wanted to say. I mutter, “Fuck it,” and pressed my lips against his. My hands tangle inside his hair as I pull him closer to me, feeling him give into the kiss. Our kissing became more frantic, his tongue slipping between my lips and teasing my own seductively. His hands hook onto my hips and yanks me closer, settling me so I am straddling him. Shawn’s kissing never faltered, his hands approaching my ass and squeezing it.

He breaks the kiss a moment later, his hand still resting on my ass as though it the most normal thing in the world. He presses his forehead against mine and locked eyes. “I have never felt this way about anyone.” His words were hazy, filled with proof being stoned but I knew they still held truth to them.

“I know.” 

He resumes the kissing, placing those gentle lips against me with more passion than I had ever known before. His hands journey to the hem of my shirt, slipping beneath to feel the smooth skin of my back beneath his fingers.

Keeping us both steady on the couch, he adjusts himself so I am pressed against the sofa with him hovering over me. He leans on his elbows to stay above me, cocking an eyebrow at me with a cheeky little smirk tugging at his lips.

“You feel the same?” he questions, his eyes looking sad for a moment.

“I do,” I confirm, being honest.

That is all he needed; his lips were pressed against mine once more, making their way along my jaw and even trailing along my neck. He nibbles along the edge of my neck, using his teeth roughly at points. It is evident there would be marks to show the world what I had been doing, but I think this is what he wants. 

My arms wrap around his neck to keep his close to me, as his hips press into mine. I respond to his kisses with my own need shining through, letting my hands wander to the waistband of his jeans.

He pulls my hand away, shaking his head at me. “Not yet.”

A protest falls from my lips, but I am silenced when he lifts me off the couch to my feet and says, “My bed. Now.”

Eyes wide, I let him lead me to his bed. 

Shawn backs me up against his bed and then pushes me down onto the waiting mattress, grinning the whole time like he has won the lottery or something. He takes off my shorts and panties with amazing dexterity, and then follows by removing his jeans and boxers to be added to the pile of clothing next to his bed.

I persuade him to join me on the bed, a coy smile planted on my face. He moves in between my legs, his length teasing my wet folds as his lips engulf mine with more fevered kisses. I roll my hips up to meet his, feeling him grow harder from the action.

Licking my fingers, I moved them down to stroke him. He closed his eyes in pleasure, moaning my name as I teased him.

“Now,” he says, the meaning clear to both of us.

I take my hand away, sliding it to cup his neck as my legs slowly part for him. Mikey places a hand on my hip, teasing my entrance with his erection.

He adjusts himself with his free hand and just slides into me, slamming his hips against mine roughly as he begins his thrusts. I find myself clinging tightly to his neck as he keeps fucking me hard, eyes closed in focus as he murmurs how good it feels.

“I want you so much,” I find myself saying, bucking up to meet his movements as moans of my own threaten to escape from my mouth.

Shawn continues to move quickly and deeply, his hand sliding beneath to let himself get deeper inside of me. I am not used to enjoying sex this much, and he knows just what to do. His free hand moves to my clit, his thumb rubbing fast and causing me to get even wetter than I already am.

I moaned his name, my body begging for more from him. 

He is very focused, keeping the pace as he goes deep and hard. I can feel him filling me up, along with using his finger to make me feel more intense.

He takes his hand away and licks his thumb, then pulls me so I am now on top of him. He holds onto my hips then pounds into me, muttering my name and getting even deeper. 

He quickens his pace and kisses me deeply, knowing he is bringing me to the brink of my climax oh so well. He thrusts even deeper, and I know this is it. I close my eyes and rode out the wave of pleasure.

He moves in and out of me a few more times slowly murmuring my name, as he reaches his own climax then planting a kiss on my temple. “You are amazing,” he chuckles.

I move so I was no longer on top of him, pulling my hair back into the ponytail it had fallen out of during our escapades. I collapse against the bed, Shawn cuddling up beside me.

I stare up at the ceiling and sighs.

“We will figure this out,” Shawn promises.

I just nod my head, not sure if that is possible though. “I just found out I am going to be here longer because they want me to write a web series about the rest of your tour.”

A grin spreads across his face. “Now that you are done fucking with me, it will be better.”

I can’t even let my mind wander to how bad this will all blow up in my face when he finds out about Landon. And I even said I wouldn’t have sex with him again, yet here I am. 

 “We can’t tell anyone we are messing around, and it has to end when I leave the tour,” I tell him. 

Shawn stiffens, running a hand through his hair. “The fuck it ends. You don’t get to-”

“Stop. I told you this before. This is just a job to me. Sure we are having fun, but that’s all.” The lies, the lies, the lies.

“You just told me you feel the same. I don’t get it.” He is staring at me with hazel eyes.. Those beautiful eyes I could just fall in love with if everything wasn’t like this. But I live in the real world so...

“I meant I feel the same way about the sex. That is all.”

Shawn pushes me away, getting up and pacing the floor. “You are such a fucking bitch, did you know that? You are just like every other woman. You people fucking wonder why I would rather just sleep around and act like this. It is because this is how I get treated. You want to fuck me because I am famous, but fuck it if he starts to get attached. Because I am just a fucking kid. Fuck that. Either you tell me the truth and say you can’t see yourself without me or I am going to fucking cancel this whole interview. No job and no more reputation for you. Then you can see how it fucking feels.” He is breathing heavily, clearly frustrated and trying to keep himself calm enough. 

But the threats...my whole life...everything I have worked for...

“It’s complicated... I...” my voice falters, not sure how much to say because I refuse to tell him about Landon. “You can’t fucking take away my life because I don’t want to play into your stupid teenage antics and bullshit. Be a fucking adult and just get over it, Shawn. Be a fucking man.”

“You obviously have no qualms about me being a man every fucking time you are on my dick so fuck you,” he replies.

“Your dick isn’t that great,” I snap, searching for my clothes so I can leave before this gets even worse.

“You are such a-”

Shawn is cut off by a knock at the door. He looks back to me who is saying with my eyes please do not open that door, Shawn smirks at me and strides over, opening the door wide. “How can I help you?” he asks the person at the other end of the door.

“Holy shit,” I hear a familiar voice say and look up to see my best friend standing in the doorway of Shawn’s hotel room. She is staring at me with his mouth wide open. “HOLY SHIT.”

Here I am in Shawn’s bed, not dressed with my best friend staring at me in horror. 

Shawn repeats, “How can I help you?” His eyes move toward me in confusion, trying to discern the unspoken chaos filling the room. 

Emily points at me, “I was trying to find my best friend and I found her. I just didn’t think I would find her in your bed.”

Shawn lets out a breath. “Oh.”

I guess I was wrong when I said things couldn’t get any worse.