#saw on someone’s instagram post paired with the usual one and was taken aback

[demigodofhoolemere]

I’d seen the image of William Russell with his daughter in the Dalek casing and Bill Hartnell a thousand times but it turns out there’s a second one that I don’t think I’ve seen before!

#saw on someone’s instagram post paired with the usual one and was taken aback #if i have seen it i completely forgot it lol #classic who #william russell #william hartnell

[bedtimebrain]

EXO D.O.: A Little Jealous Part 2! (Your POV)

This part 2 took me really long to get it out. I had initially written it in both Ksoo and Your ‘pov’ in one post. But it got too long! So i decided to change it to just your POV(the norm). I still haven’t decided if i should finish the one on Ksoo’s POV.

Edit: I continued Ksoo’s for fun without the intention to finish it, but I think it turned out pretty decent! So His POV’s part is also up now!!

Part 1 Part 2 Ksoo POV Characters: DKS x reader (+exo & random chr)

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Back at the team dinner

At the center of the circle, the bottle spun to minho.

‘Truth or dare!’

‘Truth’

‘Ok so, the team has been really curious. WHEN DID YOU AND Y/N STARTED DATING?!’ Ji Hye asked like she has been holding this in for 10 years.

The both of you were a little taken aback at the question, looking over at each other with a laugh.

‘We are just friends, what gave you that impression? We never dated and will never date guys’ Minho answered

‘No way! You guys definitely look like a couple!’

‘Comeon say the truth y/n! You guys are always hanging out together, i even saw you carrying y/n’s bag for you today’

‘yes yes! Weren’t you both holding hands that day?’

Everyone chimed in disbelief.

‘Didn’t know we appeared this way to you guys. Anyway I was just holding y/n hand to shake off this guy who has been bothering her. And I was just helping Y/N with her bag because she looked like she might die anytime just now’

While everyone was sighing and expressing their disappointment, minho made the next spin. You rolled your eyes at minho when it pointed to you.

You picked dare, wanting to divert the team’s attention to something else instead.

‘Ok then, pick from the dare box.’ You reached your hand into it and pulled out a purple strip.

‘Take a selfie with the person from the previous turn and upload to instagram with the caption ‘a cute us’

You almost had a heart attack reading that, this just fueled everyone’s enthusiasm even more.

Although you knew that kyungsoo probably won’t see this since he doesn’t have instagram, you can’t help but feel guilty and worried about it. You’re attached! (Though you can’t say it) and doing this just doesn’t seem right..

There’s absolutely no way you could get out of this. Denying doing this just makes things seem more suspicious between the both of you. 

Making it fast ,you did the dare and uploaded the picture. Totally forgetting the fact that other members followed you with their privates. You told yourself in 10minutes you’re getting out of here and deleting that photo.

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As usual, minho sent you back. After such a long day you can’t wait to just take a shower and flop down on your bed.

Heading to the shower, you screamed at the sight of a bug.

Running to your phone you sent a SOS to minho,

‘THERE’S A BUG PLEASE COME BACK AND SAVE ME I DONT CARE WHERE YOU ARE’

Just 2 minutes later the bell rang. That was certainly a little fast, you thought to yourself.

Running to the door, you shouted ‘MINHO YA!’ Opening the door, you were surprised to see kyungsoo’s face instead. 

'Oppa, why you here ? Did your photoshoot end early? You didn’t text me back tho...’

‘Uh are you expecting someone? Minho?’

‘Oh right, speaking of which I dont need him now, let me drop him a text. Oppa come in and kill the bug for me please!!’ You dragged him right to your shower and stayed far away while he rid the bug for you.

After the bug extermination, you can’t help but sense something’s not too right with kyungsoo tonight.

Hoping to loosen his seemingly tense frame, you reached out to hug him

‘Thank you, for killing the bug’ at the same time flashing him your sweetest smile.

Sitting down and linking your arms in his on the sofa, you asked,

‘Oppa, do you have something to tell me? You don’t look particularly excited or happy to be here today’

Kyungsoo looked to you, and for a good while, did not say anything. Instead, breaking the body contact, he reached for the glass of water on the coffee table; gulping it down as if it was his courage portion.

‘I saw that picture. The one on instagram.’ 

Your heart stopped, a wave of guilt washed over you as you started to explain yourself

‘Ah that.. sorry oppa, it was a dare I had to do at the team dinner, I tried so hard to avoid it but I couldn’t say I was attached either.. ’

‘But the string of comments sure made it sound like you guys are the most popular ship in your school?’ Kyungsoo replied with distaste lacing his voice

It dawned on you that you had never shown minho’s picture to kyungsoo, perhaps that’s why he was so upset about this. He must have thought the guy in the picture was someone special to you that you never mentioned.

‘Oppa that’s actually Minho in the picture. And you know we are just really close friends.’

At this Kyungsoo looked a little stunned. You could tell he was in the midst of processing his thoughts as a frown started to form on his forehead.

‘I don’t really like you hanging out with minho.’ Kyungsoo blurted out 

Now, you didn’t really understand the situation. What’s with kyungsoo acting like a possessive boyfriend? 

‘You were always okay with minho and i hanging out. Why does us taking a picture change that ?’ You were a little irritated, you stood up and started raising your voice.

Seeing that you absolutely lost your cool, kyungsoo didn’t hold back either

‘y/n do you know how i felt looking at those comments?! I am not okay with the whole school thinking you both are together when you’re supposed to be my girlfriend!’, he got up from the sofa in frustration

‘Ya! Even if i am not friends with minho, I can’t always avoid such situations! Because i can’t tell anyone i’m attached, guys still hit on me and people think they can pair me up with random guys because they think i’m single! 

To me, they can think whatever they want but minho is just a friend. Oppa, shouldn’t you of all people understand this the most?’

‘You’re asking me to understand when minho actually looks your ideal type? And i never knew about it?’

You were caught off guard at this question. Your ideal type? Tall, well built, sporty , fun... Suddenly realising minho does fit the bill for your ideal type.

Though feeling a little bad now, you were not going to give in to this ridiculous argument. Your friendship with minho was on the line. 

‘My ideal type? If we wanted to get together, we would have long ago ok! Why would I get together with you then him?!’

You both stayed silent for a little while, turning your backs on each other at the peak of the argument. 

Calming down, you told yourself this could go on and on tonight, or you could just take a softer approach towards your boyfriend.

Out of love, you put aside your frustration and hugged him instead. Leaning into his chest, you didn’t know exactly what to say either. 

Dropping to his low voice, kyungsoo muttered ‘When I saw that picture, it felt like my nightmare came true. Every night i get worried that you would one day get tired of dating an idol.. Or even dating someone like me..’ 

You never knew kyungsoo felt this way, he was never particularly expressive in the relationship. You knew he liked you and genuinely cared for you, but you never knew he loved you this much. 

‘we don’t spend alot of time together but you always get to be with minho.. so much that people think you’re both attached..’

At this point, you saw through him. You came to understand the picture triggered his insecurities and manifested as jealousy. 

You pulled him back down on the sofa and started 

‘oppa, i cannot promise you people will stop misunderstanding minho and i, but i will be more careful to draw a clearer line in our friendship for you. 

and i never thought of minho as my ideal type or saw him in a way more than friends. i know it might not put you at ease hearing me say this, but can you trust me? 

I have been friends with minho for many years and have met many guys too. But it’s you for me ok?’ you held onto his arm and looked in his eyes saying this, hoping he sees what you feel for him.

Poking him at his little belly, you continued light heartedly

‘though you may not be the most attractive looking man out there...’ causing him to look up at you as you say it.

Giving him a peck on the cheek you continued

‘but you make me feel comfortable and special all at the same time. saranghae oppa, you’re the only one.’

At your words, he pulled you closer and rested his chin on your head, saying

‘ Though i still don’t feel the best about our situation and about minho, but i know we can’t help this.. Just promise to stay with me please’

Raising your pinky finger and turning up to face him,

‘ i promise you oppa!’

Linking your pinkies together, kyungsoo finally smiled back at you today and said

‘na do saranghae’ didn’t really turn out the way i thought it would for a jealousy story, haha. but still hope you enjoyed it!

on a side note, im thinking of doing this scenario for baekhyun too! i think his might be much easier to imagine, hahha. if you’re a baek fan please don’t expect too much tho! it won’t be as long as ksoo’s if i actually do it~

#do kyungsoo #kyungsoo #exo #exo d.o. #exo scenario #exo scenarios #kyungsoo scenarios #d.o. scenarios #kyungsoo jealous #fanfic #exo jealous #exo kyungsoo #exo fanfic #exo fluff

[crossiantgay]

OK, THE FIC IS FINALLY DONE!

This is a logince fic based off of @mizsfathiful's post on instagram, which was based off the song "In Your Eyes" by the Weeknd!

Edit is also due yo @mellowscoffee who helped me edit this!

Anyway, let's get into it!

Pairings: logince

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: pining, overworking, repression (?)

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Yet another family movie night had rolled around, and this time it was Virgil’s turn to choose the movie. Per denying most of his previous requests for being too explicit at 10:30pm, he eventually settled on Nightmare Before Christmas. Patton sat on the floor as he usually did, and Virgil was huddled in the corner. Janus and Remus were both not in attendance, though Roman doubted Virgil would have liked either of their presence anyway. Roman was lying against the armrest, despite Logan's protest saying he was going to break the couch and Logan was sitting in the middle.                           

           They were about halfway through the movie, Patton having already fallen asleep after not really enjoying it; particularly the boogie man. Roman’s boisterous voice rang out at ‘meant to be’, sending a particularly amorous glance towards Logan, who was finding it more and more difficult to push down the blush becoming apparent on his cheeks. He cleared his throat and focused his attention on the movie, and Roman’s smile fell. Roman pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest. Virgil looked to the two, in slight confusion. The harsh light coming from the TV and the light above him dilated his pupils, making him look even more skeptical about what was happening.

 Eventually, Roman's curiosity got the best of him and he glanced over at Logan. He couldn’t help smirk fondly at the sight. It was kind of charming in it’s own right. The way Logan would grunt or grumble if something especially illogical happened. Like when the boogie monster first appeared. Roman watched Logan squint, as if he was trying to make sure he was seeing right. Oh my, he had been staring at Logan’s face for quite a while now. Surely that’s creepy. He'd just have to pray Logan hadn't seen him.

            The movie ended unceremoniously and without incident. Virgil brought Patton back to his room, leaving Logan and Roman on the couch. Roman stood up to go to bed.

“Specs, I liked hanging out with you.” Roman smiled a bit and offered out an arm. 

“Your attendance was pleasant, as well.” Logan looked to Roman’s hand. “I think I’ll stay down here a bit longer, I'll try to catch the end of the History channel documentary.” Roman put his hands in his pocket and nodded. 

“See ya, then.” The end of his voice fell flat and Logan listened as he heard roman’s very heavy footsteps head up the stairs. 

Logan replayed the events of that evening in his head. It was true, Roman was always flirtatious but was he being arrogant if he felt those comments were specifically targeted at him? No, it was completely conceited if he thought that Roman might like him. At least, in the way Logan did… 

The sounds of the documentary that was currently playing had long faded into background noise, providing as a backdrop for his wandering thoughts. Eventually realizing that he needed more data and overthinking this would lead to no clear end result, he shut off the tv; leaving the room in complete silence with only the afterglow from the TV lighting the room. He pulled some of the blankets down from where they kept them, making an improvised bed on the couch. He finally fell asleep, despite the swirling thoughts that would haunt him when he woke up. 

(----) Scene 2

            Because the living room was often lit by natural light alone, he woke up at the sunrise, much earlier than anyone else. He grabbed a yogurt--definitely not a suitable breakfast but he could worry about that later--and headed up to his room. He opened his laptop and turned on his desk lamp to dull the harsh light from the computer and started working. As odd as it was, he felt a strange solace in his work. It had a clear question and answer, it was not a game of trial and error that had devastating backlash if you guessed wrong; not unlike this emotional dilemma. There were also guaranteed steps you could take and plot out. It was reliable. Whereas humans were subjective and unpredictable, equations were a constant. The clicking of keys was more beautiful than any symphony, in his mind. The sound was also oddly therapeutic. However, no matter how focused he became, there was always a thought nagging at the back of his head. Glistening brown eyes, caramel curls. A boisterous laugh was stuck in his head like an earworm, echoing around his mind. 

He stared off to the side. The pestering thought just would not go away, and now he’d realized he had been holding down the “g”  for about a minute. He winced and began deleting the many “g”s. If he hadn’t have gotten distracted by thoughts of a certain side, with his perfect hair and beautiful voice, and a beaming smile that figuratively warmed his heart and- He groaned as he saw he had gone too far and accidentally deleted more than half of his paragraph. He hit the back arrow and tried his hardest to push out the thoughts of a certain someone.

It was only when he heard a door shut loudly outside his door that he bothered to draw himself from his work. He now realized the room was barely lit, the sun having set long ago. He checked the time and was taken aback when he saw it was just a few minutes to ten. Then that meant, he not only missed dinner but their daily meetup to discuss what they had done that day; which for Logan wasn’t much. He couldn’t manage to get past the first paragraph, hitting a figurative wall all day. Lucky for him, he was ahead of schedule.So this missed day of work didn't put him behind. He still couldn’t shake the dreading feeling of unaccomplishment, however. He yawned and his eyes flicked over to his bed, but shook his head and packed his stuff to sleep on the couch again, wishing to be rid of what had happened last time. 

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       "I'm sorry for any trouble- it just the AC broke in my room and your room is just so much colder and-" 

"It's fine, Roman. You can stay here, unless my room has any unpleasant effects on you" Roman smiled, clutching the throw blanket tighter. He kneeled on the floor, and Logan shook his head. 

"You can sleep on the bed, I can practically sleep anywhere" roman gave him an unsure look. 

"You sure, specs? I don't want you to be uncomfortable." 

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Logan's smile was reassuring, and Roman's wavered at the edges. Within minutes, Roman was sound asleep. Logan was placing some blankets where he was going to sleep, and he heard Roman stir and mutter something. He looked up worriedly, thinking he had woken him up. However, roman had only rolled over, so he was facing Logan. Logan put down the blankets he was holding, a smile crossing his face. He slowly reached out a hand, and couldn stop the gasp that escaped his throat when his hand came into contact with Roman's caramel locks. They were so much softer and lighter than Logan ever thought they'd be. He slowly started combing a hand through Roman's hair and he swore he could see a smile flicker across his friend's face. At that word, his heart ached and Logan was snapped back to reality, realizing quite how weird this was. He stepped back a bit too quickly, and he saw Roman stir and pull his knees up to his chest, clutching the blanket tighter. Logan frowned and the guilt that traced his thoughts. He laid down, with his back to roman and fell into a dreamless sleep. 

        When Logan woke up the next morning, Roman was gone without a trace. Logan put the blankets he was using away and went over to make his bed, when he was hit by a fragrance. It smelled of roses and cinnamon and crayon wax, and so, so, Roman. Logan felt cold tears slide down his cheeks and he dropped the sheets with shaking hands. He fled from his room, shutting the door with a heaving chest. He wiped his eyes and sighed, trying to pull himself together. He didn't care how Roman felt about him, he just wanted this to all stop. Smelling Roman shouldn't have set him into such a state of- he didn't even know what that was. It was completely irrational and idiotic, and he just wanted it to be over. All this guilt and sadness and crying, oh god, he hated crying. He just wanted it to all be over.  

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          He was staring at the ceiling, at some ungodly hour of the night, wishing the neighbor's dog would just shut up. This was one of the bad things about being outside his room, he had no control over the environment. But he would rather have a barking dog over ro--that. He rolled over, pulling a pillow over his head. He heard footsteps enter the kitchen and the fridge opened. The lights flicked on, illuminating the living room slightly. He groaned. 

"Hey?" Luckily, it was Virgil. The footsteps grew louder and Virgil looked over him. 

"Why are you up so early?" He squinted "early?" 

"Yeah, it's 6:30. You look like a mess"

"I feel like a mess," Logan sighed. "didn't sleep" he clarified and Virgil winced. 

"Yikes. You should get some sleep" Logan rolled his eyes. 

"I'm trying, and failing miserably. Like everything else." He shouldn't be telling Virgil any of this; the lack of sleep had taken away his filter and the words were spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them. 

"You good? You seem a little-eh" he motioned a 'so-so',holding his coffee tumbler. 

"I am anything but good, fam.." Logan sighed and Virgil frowned. 

"What's going on?" Virgil set his coffee down and sat beside logan. 

"Everything and nothing at the same time" Virgil sat back. 

"Well that clears things up," There was sarcasm dripping from Virgil’s voice and Logan rolled his eyes. 

"My emotions are getting in the way of my work" Virgil raised an eyebrow. 

"Emotions?"

"Icky, romantic ones" Virgil snorted and  Logan hit him in the arm. Virgil put his arms up in mock surrender. "Ok, ok I'm sorry. Are you saying you have a crush though?"

"It appears that way, yes" Logan went to adjust his glasses only to remember they were in his room. 

"Well?" Virgil asked. Logan looked to Virgil, confused. "Who's the lucky guy?" Oh… Logan sighed. 

"And you assure me if I tell you, you won't speak of this to another person?" Was this a mistake? Should Logan be telling Virgil this? 

" 'course, specs. It's the bro code." Logan made a mental note to look that word up after he got some sleep. Virgil sat up with more interest, resting his forearms on his knees. 

"It's- it's Roman." A metaphorical weight was lifted off of Logan's chest, only to be replaced by growing dread. He trusted Virgil, but there was no guarantee he might tell Roman. 

"Huh. That's- huh." Virgil thought for a moment and Logan sat up on his forearms. 

"What do you mean by that?" Logan furrowed his brow, expecting an insult coming his way. 

“No, it’s nothing. Just try to get some sleep, yeah?” Virgil hit Logan a bit too hand on the shoulder and Logan winced. 

“You promise you won’t tell Roman?” 

“Yeah.” Virgil tried to make his voice sound confident, but it just felt shallow and that only fed Logan’s growing troubled thoughts. 

(-----) 

Logan had made it crystal clear he didn’t want Roman and that, frankly, hurt. It was a blow to Roman’s pride and made that hole in his heart only grow bigger. It made Roman mad, and upset and sad all at the same time. Lately, it had seemed he wasn’t good enough for anyone. Well, oh well, it was fine. He would just set his sights upon someone else, who actually wanted him instead of chasing something he could never obtain. And that, also made Roman upset. The fact that he couldn’t do something about this situation made him feel so out of control. He just needed to put this all behind him and be thankful he made this decision early before he was faced with the bitter sting of rejection. He walked into the kitchen to find Virgil working at the dinner table. 

“Intriguing seeing you here,” He stepped beside Virgil, trying to tame his unkempt hair. Virgil paused his music and turned to Roman. 

“Yeah, just needed a change of scenery” He shrugged. Roman leaned back on the table. 

“Hey, once you get a chance, wanna watch that new disney show, WandaVision?” He saw something flash across Virgil’s face that he couldn’t pinpoint in time. 

“Um, yeah, sure” He shifted. Roman bit back his excitement. 

“Just tell me when, I’m free like all of today” Roman laughed and saw a smile cross Virgil’s face. 

“Gotcha, princey” He gave a two finger salute and slid his headphones back over his ears. 

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    He heard his door gently open and he turned around. 

“Wanna watch that show now?” Virgil asked as he slowly stepped into the room. Roman shut his laptop and hopped onto the bed, grabbing the remote. Virgil chuckled and sat beside him. Roman put on the show and propped himself up with two pillows and Virgil pulled his knees up to his chest so he could rest his head on his knees. He heard a laugh come from Virgil, turning towards him and saw Logan where Virgil sat. He heard Logan’s laugh, quiet and bubbly and saw the TV reflection on his glasses. He couldn’t stop a smile from crossing his face. He shook his head and turned towards the TV. Roman unconsciously started moving closer and Roman went to wrap an arm around Virgil’s shoulders only to have Virgil shift away. Roman felt like he wanted to cry. He instead fixated on the TV, in hopes that this picture-perfect romance on the screen would create one of his own.

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    Virgil knew what was happening. Roman was still head over heels for Logan and was trying to distract himself with Virgil. He saw that gleam in his eyes that only shined when he looked at Logan, or how he smiled whenever a scene he knew Logan would like came on. He should feel bad for himself, that Roman was using him but watching the dorks pining for each other was more upsetting; and additionally nauseating. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Roman try to wrap an arm around him, and instinctively ducked. It was stupid to try to get in the middle of their romance, and he knew blantantly denying Roman’s attempts to woo him--that sounded wrong, they weren’t in mideval england--would lead him back to Logan. Who knew playing matchmaker was this easy?

----

    A few weeks after the incident with Virgil, Logan and Roman had to meet up to discuss plans for the new video. Logan’s sleep cycle was grossly out of whack, so 8pm was a good time for them to meet up. Additionally, Roman’s room had essentially become an oven at all other hours of the day, so it was the only time that really worked. Roman had repeatedly asked if they could do it in Logan’s room, but he denied, making up some poor excuse such as ‘it was messy’ or ‘the door was locked’. Roman didn’t want to pry, so he made do with his room. This particular summer’s night was humid, so the atmosphere was literally as thick as it was metaphorically. They sat in awkward silence for most of it, however Roman felt something in the air. The conversation thus far was excruciatingly dull, it actually pained Roman a bit. 

“So with our set budget, we only have-” Roman cut him off. 

“I tried to find love in someone else, but all I could see was you.” What. WHAT. What was he doing? Alarms were going off in his mind, but the words just tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself. 

“Wh-what?” Logan sputtered out.

“It was always you. Believe me when I say you're the one that was on my mind.” Logan looked up at him in utter confusion. At this point, Roman had said a figurative ‘screw it’. He sat up, sitting down right in front of Logan so their noses were almost touching. His eyes stayed fixed on Logan’s, almost as if he was searching for something. He brought one hand and Logan felt his face heat up as Roman cupped his cheek in one hand. 

“There’s something you’re not telling me…” Roman’s voice was soft, and almost out of touch. 

“What do you mean? Roman you-” Logan’s breath caught in his throat as Roman gently placed a finger on his lips, effectively shushing him. He brought the hand back down, but Logan still couldn't find it in him to speak. 

“In your eyes… I see there’s something burning inside you” 

With that simple sentence, Logan broke. He felt something deep down inside him crack, and shatter into a thousand pieces. Before he knew it, there were hot tears streaming down his cheeks. Roman gently wiped them away with one hand before pulling him into a one-sided hug. Logan’s glasses fell off in an attempt to wipe his face. 

“You always know just what to say,” Logan let out a hoarse laugh and Roman slightly smiled. “You’ve tried so hard to have me, and you had no idea how bad I wanted you. Instead I-I…” Roman traced circles in Logan’s back gently. 

“Deep breaths, love.”  Logan nodded and did so. 

“I just pretended like I was in the dark because I-I didn’t know if I could face the loss of losing you.” Roman’s expression switched to something Logan couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

“I would never leave you… you are my forever and always.” Logan 

“So instead I pretended like I was oblivious when I’d rather be with you… I-I’m blind.” Roman gently kissed him on the forehead and Logan dissolved into a puddle of his own emotions, arms wrapped around Roman. 

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    The next morning, Logan had finally decided he needed to sleep in his bed; however this time there was a change. This time there was a very cuddly Roman tucked into his side, fast asleep. They should be feeling the sticky summer air creeping in, but for some reason everything felt just right. The boy cuddled into his side stirred and Logan combed a hand through Roman's hair. Logan made a mental note to talk about his feelings more. 

[gayforheadphonesgirl]

Theories - A Mallory Pugh imagine

(A/N): The one where Mal accidentally likes a shipper post of her and r. R finds out and feelings ensue. Hope you guys like it. Not proofread.

Mal was sitting on her bed in her and (Y/N)'s shared room for national team camp. They were already preparing for the Olympics as early as now because nobody wanted a repeat of 2016.

She looked around, making sure she was alone before opening her phone and scrolling on Instagram. She knew it was a bit creepy, lurking on her and (Y/N)'s ship tag.

But a girl who's been in love with her bestfriend for years can dream, right?

It had become a sort of guilty pleasure for her when she found out a lot of fans were shipping them. She was amazed at how well thought out and keen the shippers were.

Borrowed jackets? Winks thrown at each other's way during practice? Instagram stoties when they went out for coffee together? The fans were able to piece them together.

She was amazed when someone was even able to grab hold of a photo of the two of them back in UCLA, celebrating a goal.

(Y/N) was lifting Mal in a hug and the two were grinning madly. She smiled at the memory of their years in University.

How she's managed to keep her crush a secret until now is a mystery for her. Save for that one night she accidentally told Christen and Tobin because they were being too lovey dovey in front of her.

"That could be me and (Y/N) but obviously she doesn't like me that way" Mal said. What? She was a bit jealous.

Her "parents" were a bit surprised at her confession but suddenly pieced together the reasons Mal would act a little bit differently around (Y/N).

They had always thought it was because they were the best of friends. Turns out it was something more.

Since then, it has been Preath's mission to convince Mal that (Y/N) felt the same way. But the Washington Spirit player always shrugged it off.

"Come on, Mal. Don't you think she kinda lets you off the hook whenever she defends you?" Tobin said about her Portland teammate.

"Won't you be pissed at her if she lets me through when we play against each other?" Mal said, still refusing to believe that (Y/N) saw her more than just a friend.

"A little bit. But I kinda do the same with Christen when we play Utah so I don't really have any ascendancy" Tobin said, laughing.

Mal is brought back to her senses with the door opening. She quickly locked her phone and shoved it under her pillow.

(Y/N) walked in with her usual swagger, wearing a tank top and jersey shorts fresh from a run. Her muscles were on full display for Mal. She had to stop herself from staring.

"Hey Mal" (Y/N) said flopping herself on Mal's bed. She envelopes her bestfriend in a hug.

Mal fakes annoyance and playfully tries to push (Y/N) off of her.

"You're gross and sweaty take a shower will you" Mal said, laughing. (Y/N) pouted at her and it took all of her willpower to not just grab (Y/N)'s face and kiss her.

"But you love me" (Y/N) said. She propped herself on her arms on the bed and grinned at Mal.

She fights the blush that threatened to make its way to her cheeks.

"Only when you smell nice" Mal joked. (Y/N) faked offense and proceeded to get up from the bed.

"Alright fine. Wait for me before we go down for team dinner?" (Y/N) said, rummaging her luggage for something to wear tonight.

"Sure" Mal said, getting back to her phone. She continued to scroll through posts of her and (Y/N) while the latter took her shower.

Mal was deep into shipper theories on her and (Y/N) when the water in the shower turned off, signaling the end of (Y/N)'s shower.

She quickly closed Instagram and pretended to scroll through twitter when (Y/N) finally emerged, she was wearing a loose ucla hoodie and basketball shorts.

The ultimate frat boi look, Mal thought. She had a towel around her neck, drying her hair.

She was looking at her phone on her one hand curiously. She looked up at Mal with a puzzled expression.

"Fans keep tagging me on a post on Instagram. I wonder what it is" (Y/N) said, still standing on the doorway of the bathroom.

(Y/N) clicked the notification and it leads her to a photo of her and Mal during the World Cup Final. They had posed with the trophy on the field.

But what really captures her attention is the screenshot next to it. It was the photo posted on a fan account with a caption "True love".

(Y/N) blushed but tried to play it off with a chuckle before she saw that Mal had liked the original photo.

"Mal said gay rights" The screenshot's caption read.

"What is it?" Mal said curiously, walking up to peek at the phone. She lets out squeak and looked like a deer caught in headlights.

She takes a step towards the door, the blush creeping up on her face.

"I'm just gonna go down. I'll wait for you down there" Mal said quickly before turning to head out.

(Y/N) grabs a hold of her wrist to keep her from going.

"Mal, what does this mean?" (Y/N) said, shoving her phone into her pocket. Mal forced herself to look in (Y/N)'s eyes and was startled to find something that looked like hope.

She glances down to (Y/N)'s lips and decided to act on her impulse. She closed the gap between them and kissed (Y/N).

The other woman was taken aback at first but kissed back just as fiercely when she came back to her senses.

With a strength that Mal finds super sexy, (Y/N) hooks her arms under Mal's thighs and lifts her up.

She pinned the Washington Spirit star to the wall with Mal wrapping her legs on (Y/N)'s hips.

The kiss got more heated and after what felt like forever, they finally pulled away.

(Y/N) looked dumbstruck with her lips a bit swollen. Mal kisses her once more before cracking a smile.

"I like you" Mal said, biting her lip at the feeling of vulnerability. (Y/N)'s eyes sparkle.

"I like you too, Mal" (Y/N) said.

---

They walked down to team dinner hand in hand. The whole room full of football players stopped their chatter when they noticed the interlinked hands.

"Oh my God, (Y/N) finally grew a pair!" Lindsey said, much to her teammate's chagrin.

"Called it!" Rose said, extending a hand to Sonnett. The Portland defender grumbled and took out a 20 dollar bill to give to the pale girl.

"Three cheers for Mal and (Y/N) who finally figured shit out!" Pinoe said, raising a glass of gatorade. The whole team laughed and did a toast of energy drinks and protein shakes.

The new couple groaned and took a seat next to Tobin and Christen.

"Told you" Christen said to Mal.

"Yeah, yeah whatever mom" Mal said, smiling at her teammates.

They were a little bit disfunctional. But she loved them anyway.

The End.

#uswnt imagines #uswnt #mallory pugh #mallory pugh imagines #wlw #gay shit

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Two Opposites, But Two Losers: Chapter Two - Fancy Running Into You Here

Chapter One, Chapter Three, 

Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak is a first-year medical student trying to start off on the right foot, but being up all night to study and pull through on his assignments increases his need for coffee; this is where he meets his “favorite” new barista, Richie Tozier: an art student with bad habits. (I will specify a possible trigger in the chapter titles if it calls for one).

Pairings: Eddie x Richie, Ben x Beverly, Stan x Patty, Bill x Audra, Bill x Mike

Read on Ao3: Here

Art History certainly wasn’t Richie’s top subject, in fact, if his graduation criteria wasn’t requiring it he would have skipped the class all together. The class had a test today, and Richie was sure that he had failed it for the sole reason he kept erasing and redoing almost all of his answers, even though in the end he usually kept the original answer he had in the first place. Words could not describe how frustrated that made Richie; did he make the right choices with his answers? Did he royally fuck up? Bev was right, he should’ve been studying instead of going out every night… Maybe he’d stay in all week to study. ...Right. Richie told himself that every week but never stuck with it.

You fucked up, why didn’t you just fucking study, you stupid fucking- Richie’s thoughts got cut off as soon as he looked up from the floor, noticing the familar figure walking across the t-hallway, not even glancing Richie’s way. Any and all negative thoughts Richie had were brushed aside, a huge smile on his face as he had a new goal at the moment. He needed to pick on Eddie again. Richie squirmed his way through the group of people in the hallway, racing to catch up to the shorter man, minding his own business, not aware that he was about to be bombarded by a trashmouth.

“Morning Bird!” Richie said loudly, causing everyone in the hallway to turn and look at him, not sure who he was referring to, but certainly gave him that you’re insane look.

Recognizing the voice made Eddie physically cringe, gripping his backpack strap so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He closed his eyes for just a moment, letting out a sigh before opening them again just as Richie managed to catch up with him.

“What’s up!” Richie said just as loudly as he did when he called for him.

Eddie couldn’t help himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he couldn’t believe how loud this man could possibly be. He was acting as if he had way too much coffee, which wouldn’t surprise Eddie considering the fact that Richie worked in a fucking coffee shop. He probably got too much free coffee to keep him awake for the entire day. Just spending the short amount of time with Richie this morning had exhausted Eddie, how in the hell did he manage to run into him here, in one of the hundreds of hallways on campus?

“On my way to class…” Eddie mumbled, he could physically feel people’s eyes on him and he didn’t like it at all. He hated having all the attention on him, he felt more inclined to fuck something up and trip over his own feet.

It’s as though Richie couldn’t pick up on how Eddie was feeling, as he continued the conversation as if nothing was awkward for him or anything.

“Oh yeah?” Richie started, “what class ya got, Morning Bird?”

“Behavioral Sciences… And would you stop calling me that? It’s almost two in the afternoon.”

Shit, was it really? Richie checked the smart-watch on his wrist. He couldn’t believe that, it felt like time was going by quickly today.

He laughed. “What else am I supposed to call you?”

God, was he annoying… It was as though he only had one volume setting on his voice.

Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his ridiculous question. “I dunno… my name?” As annoyed as Eddie was trying to act, he was lowkey trying to hold back his small smile. There was no way Richie would be able to remember his name from way back of this morning, especially how busy the Harvest usually got around eight in the morning. Just to hear him trip up would make Eddie’s day.

“Ah, okay, Eds.” Seeing Eddie frown at the nickname made Richie chuckle, he always had a natural talent for pissing people off just being twisting their names around. Well, in general he had a talent to piss people off, that was his favorite trait.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Aww, cheer up Ed-” even before Richie could finish his sentence, Eddie glared at him, giving him that choose my name carefully look. “Eddie,” Richie finished, a smile still on his face.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Nope! Y’know, I never asked… what’s your major?”

“I’m… actually in med school.”

Honestly? Richie was shocked to hear that. He had saw Eddie as someone who would be majoring in engineering. Maybe computer science, but med school? That was so fucking cool. Richie certainly couldn’t keep focus on schooling that long to become a doctor, but anyone who could was amazing.

“Oh… wow. That’s awesome!” Eddie looked up at Richie, shocked at his answer. “So you’re going to be a doctor or some shit?”

Eddie smiled and nodded, and as soon as he did, Richie started rambling away about how cool that was, how he could never do that, but it was awesome that Eddie was able to do it. Eddie wasn’t used to praise from anyone besides his professors about how he was doing in school, lord knows he barely had any support when choosing his major in high school. His mom hated the fact he wanted to become a doctor, in fact, when he had mentioned that med school was on his choice for majors she went insane. She had tried to do everything she could to try to convince him to pick literally anything else, going as far as to attempting to bribe him to switch by offering to pay for his entire schooling as long as he chose anything else. Just because she was a hypochondriac and turned Eddie into a hypochondriac his entire childhood didn’t mean she could dictate his entire life; but in high school, Eddie decided that he wanted to help people, to reassure people that everything would be okay and he could fix them. Anytime Eddie called home just to check up on his mother he wasn’t able to mention school at all, otherwise she would get extremely passive aggressive, turning the conversation into making sure Eddie was making the right choice for his future.  

“What about you?” Eddie asked Richie once he stopped his rambling, “What’s your major?”

Richie laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. “Ah… mine’s not as exciting as your thing.”

“I didn’t ask that, I asked what your major was.”

Well, Richie was taken aback by how snappy Eddie could be, it was cute though. He smiled at the smart ass remark, though.

“Graphic design, not sure what I want to do with it, but… eh…” he shrugged, readjusting the single strapped backpack that was around his torso. “Art’s my thing.” Eddie’s walk slowed to a stop in front of a classroom, causing Richie to smile even bigger. “Looks like I just walked you to your class.”

“Don’t make a habit of this, Richie.”  

“Uhhuh, uhhuh…. I’ll see ya later, Morning Bird!” Richie made sure to say it loudly so everyone already in the classroom would hear him, they turned their heads to see who was coming inside the classroom after that.

Eddie discreetly flipped him off as he made his way into the classroom, his face turning pink from the embarrassment of everyone looking at him. Well, that was going to make class more interesting. People on the other side of the earth could probably hear Richie and his big fucking mouth.

As Richie walked away, he pulled out his phone from his back pocket. As usual, the first thing he did whenever he unlocked his phone was go to his messaging app, texting Beverly. He texted her, asking her where she was and what she was doing right now, as he could never remember her schedule during the week or what classes she has going on. To be fair, most things go through one ear and out the other for Richie, it was something most people had to deal with when getting close to him, accepting that he will forget a lot of things.

He was about to lock his phone and put it back in his pocket, but Bev began texting back immediately, the three dots were underneath his text on the screen. Richie moved with his back against the brick wall, staying out of the way so others could walk past him in the hallway while he waited for a text back. He stared at it, waiting anxiously to see what she had to say.

-Layin’ down with ben, her text had said.

So she must’ve not had class today… That, or she skipped class to spend time with her boyfriend. Ben worked 3rd shift as a campus guard, Richie couldn’t understand why there needed to be a 3rd shift campus guard walking around the grounds at night, but whatever paid the bills…

-wanna get lunch of somethin’? i got some tea for ya.

-👀 should we meet at harvest?

 Obviously it was a joke, but Richie still audibly groaned just thinking about hanging out there while not on the clock.

-😡 no we have to go somewhere with good food

-🖕

                                                          -----

There was an amazing sub shop that was just off campus that Richie and Bev had agreed to meet at. Of course, Richie was there first, he was anxious to tell Bev about how he “walked” Eddie to class. Besides that though, Richie wanted to spend time with his best friend. Well, no, Bev was more like his sister than his best friend and everyone knew that. They were those annoying best friends who posted each other on Snapchat and Instagram nonstop, but at the same time some people were like “I wish I had a friendship like that.” Nobody really knew what they’ve been through together that made them this close, and it was likely that nobody would ever know that side of Richie anyways.

The two have sat at a table, their food sitting in front of them, but Richie couldn’t focus on eating as he was busy readjusting the many bracelets on his wrists and bouncing his leg. That was the first sign to Bev that something was wrong with him. Although, she couldn’t tell if he was anxious or excited, as he acted the same for either or.

“What’s your problem?” Bev asked him before taking a bite into her sandwich.

“Hm?” Richie hummed, snapping out of his many, many thoughts. He had almost forgotten that he was the one who invited her out because he had some tea. “Oh, nothin’...”

“Bullshit. You know better than to lie to me, Trashmouth.” She grabbed a piece of lettuce that was on her tray, throwing it at him so it got stuck in his hair. Richie fished it out before throwing it back at her. “You said you had tea for me, I’m not hearing any tea.”

“Remember that guy that came in earlier?” Richie asked quickly, trying to contain the smile he wanted to let free.

“Many guys come in, Richie, and you have heart eyes for almost all of them.”

“Excuse me, I do not.” Bev didn’t say anything, she just rolled her eyes waiting for him to get to the point and be more specific. “No, I’m talking about the guy from waaay earlier in the morning.”

“The one you kept calling cute?”

“Yes!” He waved his fingers, pointing at her, “that one!”

“What about him?”

“I saw him after class and I walked him to his class.”

Bev groaned. “Did you walk him to his class or did you follow him?”

“He’s so cute, dude,” Richie said as he sat up, shaking both of his hands so the bracelets fell down to the base of his hands.

“You need a man.”

“I fucking knooooow. Morning Bird is in med school, Bev. Med school.”

“So he’s too smart for you, got it. Better luck trying to find something else.”

“Bitch, fuck you.”

They flipped each other off before sitting in silence once more. Richie didn’t know what else to say, from what he was implying Bev was telling him… she was right. There would be no fucking way Eddie would want to be with someone like him. Hell, the way he freaked out when he saw Richie smoking outside during his small break was evidence of that. Eddie thought smoking was gross, and he was right, even Richie thought smoking was gross, but no matter how many times he had tried to quit in the past it didn’t matter as he went right back to his old habits. They were scrolling through their phones now, but Bev couldn’t help but notice that Richie kept mindlessly itching his forearm that was covered by the long sleeve shirt underneath his t-shirt.

“So, how are things going, Rich?” Bev asked in complete seriousness.

Richie knew how serious she was being because that was the only time she called in Rich instead of Richie, or Trashmouth, or literally anything else.

He shook his head lightly, dropping his hands to the table, locking his phone screen. “‘m fine,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. He had to look back up to her when he felt that she was giving him that serious look she gave when she knew he wasn’t telling the complete truth. “I am! I’m fine!”

“Alright, alright!” She held her hands up to him, “I didn’t say anything. But… you know you can talk to me about-”

“I know. I appreciate it.”

Richie began anxiously fiddling with the phone in his hands, waiting for a specific notification to come through. He honestly didn’t want to have this conversation again, especially in a public place, it would just take one person overhearing it and Richie would refuse to ever show his face around campus again. Bev was a total sweetheart, she was there for Richie through thick and thin, as he was there for her too, but sometimes she asked about this specific problem too much. Not like Richie would ever tell her to stop trying to help, but it would clear he would be uncomfortable with the conversation.

The phone finally vibrated in Richie’s hand, causing his heart to do a flip in his chest as he sat up quickly, unlocking his phone to see a text message with no contact name with only a single character in the text box.

-?

“I gotta go,” Richie said quickly, standing up before Bev could even process what was going on.

“Where do you have to be that’s so damn important?” She asked as Richie was throwing his backpack strap over his torso, shoving his phone in his back pocket.

“Gotta meet up with my project partner,” he leaned down, kissing Bev’s cheek. That was something they’ve always done as best friends. “I’ll see ya later, Molly Ringwald.”

“Fuck you, Trahsmouth.”

Richie waved as he quickly left the sub shop, Bev watching sadly after him. She had a strong gut feeling that there was no project partner. She hated accusing and thinking that Richie was doing this shit again, but after what happened she couldn’t help it…

Bev unlocked her phone, opening up their next door neighbor, Stan’s, text messages.

- i think richies slipping again could you talk to him?

                                                       -----

Richie had walked across campus and then some just to meet up with his “project partner.” Yeah, that was such a good fucking cover up… Richie could tell that Bev didn’t really believe him or his lies and he felt like such an asshole for lying to her but he couldn’t help it anymore. He looked over his shoulder as he walked through the main parking lot where hundreds of cars were parked, but picking out which car he was looking for wasn’t that difficult of a task. In fact, Richie could recognize that crappy red car from anywhere as it was facing away from the campus building so nobody would make out who the driver was.

When Richie walked up to the car, he didn’t even knock on the window or anything to get the drivers attention, instead, he just opened the passengers side door and slid inside, closing the door behind him. In the driver's seat sat Henry Bowers; it was no secret that Henry and Richie fucking hated each others guts, but they needed each other so they would just suck it up for the time being. They had been partnered up for a project about a year ago, but stuck together, lowkey meeting up since Henry became Richie’s dealer; a known dealer at that, and Richie was his best customer.

“Did ya miss me?” Richie asked playfully, a smile on his face.

“Shut up, faggot.”

Richie shrugged the insult off. Henry had called him that so many times it lost any and all meaning.

“I want Pepsi,” Richie gave his overused, failed attempt at a joke. Henry only glared at him, looking like he was about ready to punch him in the jaw. “Get it? You’re supposed to say-”

“I get the fucking joke, Tozier. Especially since you make the joke every fucking time.”

Richie swung the backpack around, pulling out one-hundred dollars he kept at the bottom of all the junk in there. He dropped it on the center console so nobody who was possibly lurking around out in the parking lot could see them exchanging money. Normally, as his own rule, Henry would check everybody’s money, but since RIchie’s money was always good he didn’t feel the need to. From underneath his seat, Henry pulled out a brown paper lunch bag, handing it over to Richie underneath the view of the windshield who immediately shoved it into his backpack.

“So… got any plans later?” Richie only asked him because he knew it pissed him off.

“Get the fuck out of my car.”

“Right,” he said quickly, getting out of the car like he was instructed to do. He waved obnoxiously to Henry before making his way back to the apartment to get what he paid for.

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White House Down (Part 3)

Pairing: Secret Service!Jason x Fem!Secret Service!Reader

Words: 2215

Prompt: Duke Thomas, the President of the United States of America is a huge target for the world. However, Jason Todd, one of the best Secret Service agents in the White House, doesn’t let President Thomas out of his sight. Then you come along, and let’s just say you’re a bit of a distraction. While Jason wrestles with your presence, the White House is attacked which throws his whole world off. Now Jason must work with you to save one of the most important people in the world and the fate of the United States.

Warnings: foul language, sexual themes

A/N: Hola this is part three, and here is where it starts to get a little more intense. Bear with me y’all.

--

The next morning, Jason was feeling pretty good about himself. After Jess had followed him on Instagram and he followed her back, he discovered she was your roommate and quickly figured out how she knew about him in the first place.

He was prepared to expose you that morning at work. Jason couldn’t stop thinking about how you’d react, he kept laughing to himself as he imagined what your expression would look like.

“She’s...somethin’,” he muttered to himself as he put on his jacket and grabbed his bag and keys. Jason made his way down to his apartment building’s parking garage and headed towards his motorcycle. One of his neighbors, a woman about your age, passed him with a small wave, but he didn’t even notice her. His mind was still on you.

“Uh, rude,” she said as she passed him. Jason shook his head a bit and looked back at her.

“Shit, sorry, Bree,” he apologized.

“You looked a little lost in space there, you thinking about someone?” she asked with a certain smirk, hoping it was her.

“What? No, I was just...thinking about work, that’s all,” Jason lied to Bree. Bree’s smirk faded and she rolled her eyes

“You’re always thinking about work, Jason,” she turned away from him and started walking in her direction again.

Jason shrugged her semi-snarky comment off and continued to his motorcycle. As soon as he approached it, he stuck his lunch bag in the lockbox, mounted the bike, started the engine and made his way to the White House.

--

Your morning wasn’t as smooth as Jason’s. Since you had stayed up late looking at various pictures of his face and abs, you forgot to put your alarm on and you woke up about half an hour later than you were supposed to.

You rushed to take a shower, put your clothes on, brush your teeth and gather your belongings so you could catch your train on time. It was only your second day of work, you couldn’t afford to be late this early in your job. You didn’t even have time to eat breakfast, so you hoped that the Secret Service break room had bagels and a coffee machine for your sake.

Fortunately, you had made it to the metro in the nick of time and got on your train before it left you behind. You caught a few z’s on the train to catch up on your sleep, but when the metro speaker said you were arriving at your station, you jolted awake and made your way off the train in a hurry.

When you arrived at the White House, the security guard at the gate gave you a suspicious look, as if you weren’t supposed to be there. You got out your badge and sluggishly showed it to him, but he was still giving you a weird look. As he handed you your badge back and opened the gate for you, he asked a question which made your morning one more notch worse than it already was.

“Hey, uhhhh [Y/N], how about I take a fine girl like you out--” he started.

“No thank you. Have a nice morning, buddy,” you snapped and headed through the gate. The security guard frowned as you rushed through the gate and made your way to the entrance you were supposed to use.

The first person you saw when you entered the break room was the last person you wanted to see that morning.

Jason Todd sat at the wooden table, his leg propped up so his ankle sat on his knee, coffee mug in hand along with that day’s newspaper. He barely glanced at you as you made your way to the coffee machine to make yourself a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, [Y/N],” he greeted you without making eye contact. Jason fought to keep his devilishly charming smile off of his face so he wouldn’t indicate he was about to expose you.

“It is most certainly not, sir,” you said dryly. A little part of Jason enjoyed you calling him “sir”, but he pushed that feeling down as he watched you make coffee.

“Why is that?” he asked.

“Didn’t get a lot of sleep, are we done talking now?” you hissed. Your attitude had taken Jason aback, he didn’t expect you to snap at him.

“Is there a problem, Agent [L/N]?” he stood up.

“I’m already not having a great morning, Jason, and my patience is thin enough. Quite frankly, I don’t want to deal with your teasing thing today. So you can keep whatever you were going to say to yourself, thank you very much,” you turned to him.

“I’m just trying to be your friend, [Y/N],” he stuck his hands in his pockets. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the coffee pot to pour the liquid into the mug. Jason inched closer to you, but you were oblivious.

“Well be a good friend...and leave me alo--” you turned back to him, but crashed into his chest, sending the coffee into his dress shirt and yours.

“Shit!” he backed away from you immediately, the hot coffee slightly burning the skin under his shirt.

“Fuck me,” you muttered as you practically slammed down the mug on the counter and took off your jacket.

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” Jason flirted. You looked up from the puddle of coffee on the floor straight at him.

“Excuse me?” you growled.

“You said--” he started. Jason took off his suit jacket and then began unbuttoning his dress shirt and loosening his tie.

“I know what I said. I’m talking about what you said. In case you hadn’t noticed, this is our workplace, not some bar.” You spat. Jason scoffed amusedly as he took his tie off and put it with his jacket.

“I’m not the one who talked about my boss to my roommate,” he shot at you. You froze like a deer in headlights and gaped at Jason as he smirked at you.

“I didn’t,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Uh, I think you did talk about me...to your roommate. Really, [Y/N], it’s no big deal, I’m quite flattered,” Jason took off his dress shirt, revealing his rather taut undershirt.

“How can you even prove that?” you asked him. Jason brought out his phone and after a few clicks and scrolls, he showed his followers, with your roommate’s Instagram handle at the top.

“How would she know who I am...without you?” he asked you lowly.

“Stop doing that,” you snarled.

“Doing what?” he said coyly.

“Fuck you,” you snapped at him.

“I know you want to. How long did you spend going through my Instagram, [Y/N]? Be honest,” Jason chuckled.

The amount of sexual tension in the room was so high, it made your blood boil. You couldn’t stand how much you liked his flirting, especially when he flashed his pearly whites in your direction. What kind of game was Jason playing? You were work colleagues, it would be extremely inappropriate for you to engage in a romantic relationship with him.

“We’re done here. If you excuse me, I’m going to change my shirt and clean this up,” you stepped around the coffee and grabbed your bag on your way to the door.

Jason wanted to say something but he kept it to himself. You flounced out the door, stomping to the nearest bathroom.

“The fucking nerve…” you said to yourself and tried to clear your mind from your horrible morning that had been made worse.

--

After you and Jason cleaned yourselves up from the coffee spillage, you headed to the President’s oval office and kept watch outside with Tim. Jason and Roy stayed inside with President Thomas. Everything was quiet, the only sounds came from your walkie-talkies receiving messages.

“How was your first day?” Tim broke the silence. You turned to Tim in slight surprise and shrugged.

“It was pretty okay,” you kept your response simple.

“That’s good. Usually, Jason puts new members through a strenuous test on the first day which results in people switching squads. I’m kinda surprised you made it through,” Tim told you. You quirked an eyebrow in confusion but went back to staring straight ahead.

“Then again, it’s pretty clear that Jason likes you…” Tim added. You whipped your head around at Tim, glowering at him.

“I don’t need to know the details,” you told him harshly.

“Okay, okay,” he held his hands up in surrender.

You two returned to a blanket of silence, not saying anything to each other mostly because there was nothing to say.

Suddenly, you had an unsettling feeling in your stomach and you turned to Tim to see if he felt the same thing, but he seemed fine.

“Tim….something’s not right,” you whispered. Tim turned to you confusedly, his arms still crossed from before.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I just know that when something bad is happening or going to happen, my stomach starts flipping,” you told him.

“Maybe you just ate the bad bagels in the break room fridge,” Tim dismissed you.

“I didn’t eat any fucking bagels, Tim. Something is happening. I have to know what it is. I’ll be back.” You frowned and left your post.

“[Y/N]! Get back here!” Tim shouted after you, but you had already turned the corner of the hall. Jason heard Tim yell and went to investigate. When he opened the office door and found just Tim, Jason’s previous smile turned into a scowl.

“Where is she?” he growled.

“She took off. She said something wasn’t right and she went to see what it was.” Tim explained as he pointed toward the way you went. Jason didn’t say a word as he took off, following your steps.

Meanwhile, you navigated your way throughout the White House, taking a few turns here and there before heading outside on the patio. As you looked out at the White House lawn to see if anything was there, you were stopped by another body. You stumbled backward, but whoever it was caught you before you made contact with the ground.

“[Y/N]?” you heard the voice of the person. You finally tore your eyes from the lawn and looked up to see Dick’s face hovering above yours.

“Mr. Grayson! I’m so sorry,” you squeaked. Dick planted you back on your feet, right side up again before straightening his suit.

“Please, call me Dick. And it’s okay, I’m just surprised to see you here.” He told you.

“Oh, well I felt that something was wrong and I had to find out what it was...in case someone got hurt,” you explained. Dick furrowed his eyebrows and scratched his neck.

“Weird. I felt something wrong too,” he revealed.

“[Y/N]!” you heard an angry voice behind you. Dick looked up while you looked back and saw Jason storming over to the both of you. “You left your post! What the hell is your problem?! Get back to your post!”

“Jason, calm down--” Dick began.

“Stay out of this, Dick. Insubordination is not something I take lightly,” Jason switched his gaze from Dick to you. You rolled your eyes at Jason and crossed your arms.

“Jeez, who put a stick up your ass? I felt something was wrong and I had to check it out. I’ll go back to my post when I think that everything is okay,” you turned away from Jason.

“I don’t see anything wrong, [Y/N]! How many times do I have to tell you that this isn’t the Marines?! Everything is o--”

BOOM

A massive explosion in the distance caught Dick’s, Jason’s and your attention. You both looked in the direction of the explosion, trying to find where exactly it was. From miles away, you saw smoke and small flames and you gasped.

“Agent Grayson, the Capitol has been attacked by terrorists! First responders are on the way but it doesn’t look good,” Dick’s walkie-talkie spoke. You and Jason looked at each other before looking at Dick. Dick grabbed his walkie-talkie and hesitated to speak into it.

“Everyone remain calm. Enable soft lockdown protocol. Do not let the president out of your sight. I’ll keep everyone posted.” Dick sent a message to all his agents. He received a few “copy that's”, then he turned to Jason and you.

“[Y/N], I’m sorry that this had to happen on your second day,” Dick told you.

“It’s okay I guess?” you said confusedly.

“Who the fuck bombed the Capitol building?” Jason asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t gotten word on the terrorists. Jason, you and your squad need to be on high alert, is that clear?” Dick told Jason.

“Understood,” Jason nodded. You looked away from the talking men and spotted black vans parking in front of the white house gates. You quirked your eyebrow in confusion, but as the doors of the vans opened and people with massive guns poured out, you realized what was going on.

As one of the people pointed his gun straight at you, your eyes widened and grabbed Jason’s and Dick’s hands. But it was too late, and the bullets started flying.

“GET DOWN!”

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Why Did I Get Married?

Chapter Nine: No life After You

Love knows no distance.

Even when you’re not together physically, you can be together. You can hold them in your heart and it’ll feel as though they’re right there next to you. You know what they say, ‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder.’ Ever since then, it has become a well known mantra for couples.

Meghan Daum once said, “Contrary to what cynics say, distance is not for the fearful, it’s for the bold. It’s for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for time to spend with the one they love.” With Camila and Lauren, they needed to spend sometime apart in order to fall back together.

Maybe what was a contributory factor to their issues were that they never let it sink in, and spent some time by themselves to internally accept it and try to figure it out.

*** *Lauren’s Part*

Lauren flopped onto the bed as soon as she entered her hotel room. It had been one long flight and a long ass conversation from the person who sat next to her on the airplane. Why can’t people just learn to shut up and ignore you? Is it really necessary to talk to someone for so many agonising hours?

“Really, sis? We’re in Paris, we should be site seeing. Hoeing. I promise I won’t tell Camilita,” Maggie suggested as she threw herself on top her sister. “I’m lying, I’m definitely gonna rat ya ass out.”

Lauren groaned and rolled out from under her sister. “You may look like you’re as light as a feather, but you’re heavy as fuck.”

The model fake gasped. “I am offended. But I’m serious, let’s go out. This is about taking your mind of your very beautiful wife and the love of your life, right? So let’s go do something fun.”

Lauren kinked and eyebrow and sat up. “Are you hitting on my wife?”

Maggie smirked and shrugged. “I mean, anyone with eyes can see just how fine your wife is…and your wife is very fine, mi hermana.” The older Jauregui smacked her sister. “Ouch! I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking. Oh my god.”

“I know she’s fine, but she’s MY wife and your sister in law. So you need to shut up. Plus she’s beautiful. I don’t say 'fine’,” Lauren used air-quotes over the word 'fine’.

Maggie laughed. “Your beautiful wife who you cheated on. Ooohhh.” She dived off the bed before her sister could smack her again and ran to the door and shut it just as a pillow was thrown. She opened it once more and spoke quickly. “I’m heading out with the other girls. Hasta luego.”

Lauren shook her head and laid back on the bed. She took out her phone and went scrolling through her Instagram account. It had been quite some time since she did that, so why not?

Of course she had to be greeted to a lot of selfies of Dinah Jane and some pictures of her little family. Then there were various pictures of Maggie. But when she kept scrolling, she stopped on a picture her wife posted. Shockingly it was a picture of Camila and her. It had been quite some time since Camila actually posted a picture of the two of them.

798,683 likes @camilacabello_jaguar I know there’s no life after you. 💚

Lauren smiled when she read the caption. It was no confession of love or a means to stop the thoughts of wanting a divorce, but it was still something. She double tapped the picture and commented with a single heart emoji. Shooting a text to her wife to inform her that she had arrived to her hotel and to call her if she needed. Lauren locked her phone after and decided to take a nap.

***

“As we can see here ladies and no gents, a wild Lauren in her natural habitat,” Maggie pretended to speak into a makeshift microphone that was her fist. Her model friends chuckled loudly causing the woman’s sister to wake up. “Hey sleepyhead.”

Lauren groaned in response. “I would be so embarrassed that you brought your model looking friends into my room and I look like complete shit right now…but I’m too tired to care.”

“If its of any consolation, I only look like that,” a woman gestured at Lauren “when I’m sick and dying.” The photographer laughed. “Hi. I’m Stella. This is Barbara, Sara and lastly Adriana.”

Lauren sat up on her bed and smoothed out her hair. “It’s nice to meet you ladies, even though I’m very well familiar with all of you.”

“The girls and I refuse to let you sleep a moment longer. We. Are. Going. Clubbing!” Maggie pulled her sister out of bed. “Go take a shower. I’ll lay out some clothes for you. Nothing too conservative but nothing too slutty. Something that says I’m married but at the same time I’m single and wouldn’t really want to mingle with you, but I just might if you’re lucky.”

Barbara looked at her friend. “What the actual fuck, Mags? What on Earth should she wear?”

Maggie shrugged. “I don’t know. I was just gonna grab a pair of jeans, a cute crop top and her leather jacket.” She laughed.

While Lauren was in the shower Maggie chose her sister’s outfit and ushered her model friends out of the hotel room.

Lauren stepped out of the shower in just her underwear and was towel drying her hair. “I really don’t want to go anywhere, Maggie. Can’t I stay in bed?” She whined.

“Since when are you turning down a night out?” The younger Jauregui asked as she was snapping some pictures of herself to post on Instagram. “By the way, super cute picture of you and Camila on the Gram. My Camren feels were living. You know what they say?”

Lauren pulled on her jeans and muttered. “What’s that? Not to go anywhere with your annoying sister?”

“No, puta. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. She misses you.” Maggie stated. “Maybe in a couple of days, she’ll hop on a flight and meet you here.”

It would’ve been nice if Camila decided to do that, but they agreed on not seeing each other. That they’ll come back to each other when the time was right. Something that kept gnawing at the back of Lauren’s mind was that Camila would realise that she didn’t want her again. Even though it was Lauren’s decision to take a break from one another.

Distance does make the heart grow fonder, but sometimes it makes you realise that you never really wanted what you thought you wanted.

“I don’t think she would.”

Maggie nodded. “Hm. So when will you two go back into each other’s arms and confess your dying love for one another?”

Lauren shrugged. “I can’t say. But I know we’ll know when the time is right. It’s just not now.”

*** *At the club*

Lauren groaned loudly when they stepped into the club and saw just how packed it was.

Didn’t these people have any jobs?

Maggie spotted her friends who were sitting in the VIP, chugging back drinks.

“MAGGIE! OVER HERE!” Barbara screamed and waved the woman over, as though her friend couldn’t see her. “I saved you a seat.” She patted her lap causing Maggie to laugh.

Lauren kinked an eyebrow at her sister. “Am I missing something here?”

Adriana laughed and handed the two a drink. “These two have a long time love affair that either of them refuses to act on.” She turned and fake glared at the women. “Get together! Give the people what we need.”

Maggie laughed and took a seat on Barbara’s lap, the other model instinctively wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. “We should, but Maggie here be playing.”

The group of friends entered into their usual banter, causing Lauren to feel a bit left out. She drifted away and went to sit at the bar.

She felt a tap on her shoulder, turning around she kinked an eyebrow at the woman. “Can I help you?”

“You’re Lauren Jauregui, right?” Lauren nodded. “Oh my god! I knew it,” she practically squealed. “Can I get a selfie with you? No wait that’s too upfront. I love your work. I’m currently pursuing photography and you’re literally my idol. I aspire to be on your level one day.”

The photographer was a bit taken aback at this woman. Someone actually recognised her?

“Can I get a selfie now?” She asked again. Lauren nodded. As the random stranger snapped a few photos and left, the photographer couldn’t help but be a bit shocked. No one even knew who she was besides Camila’s wife. But to identify her as Lauren Jauregui and be a fan of her work?

That was huge.

Ever since high school, she was known as 'Camila’s girlfriend’, and now even though she was a big time photographer, she was 'Camila’s wife.’ Lauren obviously didn’t have any issues with that, as if being Camila’s wife was a bad thing. It’s just that she felt as though she didn’t have an identity outside of her wife.

“Well look at you,” Maggie took a seat on the stool near her sister. “Greeting your adoring fans.”

Lauren shook her head and laughed. “It was only one person. If anyone has adoring fans that’s you, and I don’t even know why. You’re basically annoying, and you tweet the randomest dumb shit.”

Maggie flagged the bartender and ordered a dry martini. “Hey! I’m cute, that’s why they like me.” She playfully flipped her hair. “I’m sorry about that back there, I got a bit caught up with the girls.”

“What’s with you and Barbs?”

Maggie kinked an eyebrow. “Since when are you and Barbara on a nickname basis?”

Lauren pointed a playful finger at her sister, “Don’t you dare go changing the topic, hermana. I saw the two of you, y'all seem close….very close,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“Shut up,” the model sipped on her drink, “I may or may not have some tiny feelings for her. But! You’re not going to tell her, mom, anyone, until I figure out these feelings. Okay?”

Lauren nodded and pretended to zip her lips. “So what about Ariana? We’re no longer crushing on her?”

“Oh. Damn. She’s the love of my life, but I don’t have a shot with her,” she sighed dramatically. “Maybe ten years from now, in an alternate universe, I’ll be the owner of a restaurant, and she’ll be a nurse, we’ll meet unconventionally and fall in love.”

“Righttttt,” Lauren dragged out. “Why are you over here and not hanging with your buddies?”

“Camila.”

At the mention of her wife’s name, Lauren looked at her sister with a confused expression.

“I’m not sure if your dumbass noticed this but you do know Camila is trying right?” Her sister asked. She signalled for the bartender and ordered a Rum and Coke.

“By trying do you mean constantly attacking me and biting my head off at every given moment?”

Maggie laughed and patted her sister on the shoulder. “You’re supposed to be the smarter one. Did your stupid ass not realise that she has been home for what? A few months now? She’s finished with her album and pushed it back for a few months. No one even knows when she’s going on tour. Her fans have been freaking out thinking she’s going to take a hiatus.”

Lauren kinked an eyebrow. “Wow. I didn’t notice that. I didn’t even know she pushed back the date of her album.” She ran her hand through her hair and sat on her bed. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

“As you said, you guys had been too busy biting each other’s heads off to even sit and talk like some mature adults. And that’s coming from me,” Maggie shook her head. “She’s trying to be there for you and for Izzy. And here you are being an asshole and wanting to file for a divorce.”

She was right. Lauren had been too invested into her own feelings to realise that Camila had been trying. What she probably wanted was for them to go back to sharing the same room, to saying 'I love you’, but she failed to realise the little things that her wife was doing.

“I..wow, you’re right. I have been an asshole. She’s even gotten a lot better with Izzy. And to think I was sitting in Normani’s office not too long ago. Wow. I’m a fucking asshole.”

Her younger sister placed her drink on the table top and turned to face her sister. She slapped her and looked her dead in the eyes.

“Enough of this bullshit! Karla Camila Jauregui Cabello is YOUR wife! You are in love with her and she’s in love with you!” Lauren clutched her face and glared at Maggie but she didn’t say anything. “I’m sick and tired of having to see the both of you being so miserable. You need to own up to your mistakes and you need to ask for forgiveness.”

“Why are you treating me as though I’m the bad guy? No one even cared to listen to the entire story. Y'all just…keep jumping to conclusions. The one person who I thought would believe me, well she doesn’t,” Lauren looked down and sighed. “But you’re right, I love Camila. She’s my wife and I’m not going to divorce her. I love her.” She stood up abruptly and downed her drink in one gulp. “I LOVE CAMILA!” She said loudly causing a few heads to turn.

One random girl screamed, “Bitch me too, the fuck. Who doesn’t love Camila?”

“What are you going to do now?” Maggie trailed behind her sister, who was headed towards the exit.

“I’m going to go to my hotel room, I’m gonna shower, take a nap, then when I wake up I’m going to book a flight back home and tell Camila that I’m sorry and that I love her. And Hailee…” Lauren paused and turned to face her sister. “Hailee won’t be a problem anymore. Anything to fix my marriage. Anything for her.”

*** *Camila’s Part*

“Dinah, I’m sad,” Camila whined and hid her face in her best friend’s shoulder. “Why did she have to leave? Is it because I’m ugly?”

The woman snorted loudly. “Oh hell no girl. If it’s one thing you’re not and that’s ugly. If I were gay, I’ll do you. Hell, I’ll do you now but you’re my best friend, so I won’t." 

Since Lauren’s departure, Izzy had gone to spend some time with her grandmother Clara, and Camila had immediately gone to Dinah’s home because she couldn’t stay by herself. She had Lauren on her mind constantly and she needed someone to hold her.

Camila laughed loudly and playfully shoved her friend. "It’s only been a little more than a day and I miss her. I miss her a lot when I’m away on tour, but I don’t know. This hurts a lot more.”

Dinah nodded. “It’s because there’s a strong possibility that you can lose your wife.” The singer glared at her friend. “What? I’m just saying, Lauren might decide that she doesn’t want that Argentinian ass anymore and go to Hailee. She’s hot though. Not my type, but it doesn’t diminish the fact that she’s hot.”

Camila groaned and pushed her friend away. “You’re supposed to be cheering me up! You’re not helping, Dinah.”

“I’m just bracing you for the inevitable,” the choreographer laughed. “I’m kidding. Lauren has to be stupid if she chooses Hailee over you. She’s not going to do that.”

Camila had hoped that Lauren wouldn’t have gone through with the minor separation. She had thought that her wife would’ve caved and called her by now, but she didn’t. Camila had desperately wanted to ask Lauren to stay, but maybe she was right. Maybe they did need some time apart. And because of this time apart, Camila finally realised that she didn’t want to lose her wife.

The singer sighed and started to fumble with the buttons on her jackets. “What if I pushed her too far? What if this is it? What if I lost her, CheeChee?” Tears began to form in her eyes. “I’m just…I don’t even know…but I want to forgive her, you know? I really want to forgive her, but I just don’t know how. I don’t hate her, but I hate what she did. I hate how it eats me alive everyday. It was a freaking kiss, Dinah! It’s not that I caught them having sex but you know…” she trailed off and her best friend nodded.

“I know, Mila. It stems from your relationship with he who shall not be named.”

Camila snorted. “No, it doesn’t.” Dinah glared at her. “Okay, maybe a contributory factor to my issue has to deal with him and how he betrayed the family, but I think a part of me just didn’t think Lauren can do that you know?”

Dinah took Camila’s hands in hers and turned to face her friend. “Listen to me, Mila. I’ve never been cheated on, so I have no idea how you’re feeling and what’s going on in that head of yours, but I need to ask you something. Okay?” She nodded. “Are you willing to give all of this up, a life with Lauren, a possibility of more Camren babies, losing custody of your child, because of a kiss?”

The brunette opened and shut her mouth continuously for a few moments. The reality of the question weighed down on her. She never wanted to lose Lauren, and she definitely didn’t want to lose both her wife and daughter because she couldn’t seem to forgive Lauren for this 'mistake’ as she called it.

“Camila?”

She sighed. “No, Dinah. I’m not willing to give up my marriage because of that. It’s just…it’s just that it hurts and it takes me back to when I saw him with her. How he always had her around us. I even used to call her Tía Val,” she laughed bitterly. “He broke my heart before anyone else could, Dinah. And when I saw Lauren with Hailee, it just brought back so many memories I tried to repress.” There were unshed tears in her eyes when she spoke about him. “I never forgave him, Cheech. I hate him and I hate how he made me feel. I felt betrayed and I feel betrayed with Lauren too.”

The other woman nodded. “I understand that, Mila.” She wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulder and pulled her closer to her. “I wish you didn’t have to go through that. I wish he was a better father figure, but he wasn’t. He’s a piece of shit who broke your heart. Hell, Lauren is a piece of shit too, but it’s different. And do you know how?” She placed a kiss on Camila’s head. “You love her. And you know deep down, Lauren didn’t mean to do what she did, but you’re too scared to let her back in to hurt you, because you kept giving him chance after chance, hoping that he’ll change, but he never did.”

Camila laughed through her tears and pulled away to look at her friend. “It’s funny how you know me so well,” she shook her head smiling. “You’re right, Cheech. I am scared…terrified actually. But I have more to lose with Lauren. If she leaves, if she walks away from me, she’ll take my heart with her and I’ll go crazy.”

Her friend smiled. “This is a step in the right direction, Mila. You’re one step closer to forgiving her.”

Camila stood up and straightened her clothing. “I think…I think I need some fresh air. I’m going to walk around the park for a bit.”

Dinah nodded. “I’ll see you later.”

*** *At the Park*

Camila had been roaming the park for the last half an hour, watching the passing strangers. She sighed as she saw those disgustingly cute couples who were walking and holding hands whilst they strolled through the parks.

Didn’t they know it was illegal to show public displays of affection? Okay, maybe not illegal, but it was rather rude, when other people were going through their own relationship problems.

She took a seat on a park bench and sighed heavily. Running a hand through her hair, she glanced around and her eyes stopped on an elderly couple. The woman had her head on her husband’s shoulder and he kept placing random kisses on her head, whilst their hands were intertwined, as they looked on at two kids who were feeding some ducklings; assuming those kids were their grandchildren.

Admittedly, she felt a tad bit jealous because that’s what she wanted with Lauren. She wanted to grow old with her and still be, as in love as the day they first realised they were in love.

The idea of spending the rest of their lives together was never a scary thought to either of them. Marriage, was always something they both aimed for, but why did it all go downhill from the moment they got married?

Camila looked down at her wedding ring and ran her finger over it. “Just say you won’t let go,” she whispered.

When Camila looked up, she noticed that the old man was heading off with the young children and the woman had been staring at her. She sent her a small smile in which the singer returned. It was as though the elderly woman noticed something to be off with her, so she approached the brunette.

“Hello, mija,” she greeted her as she took a seat next to her. “Are you here all alone?”

Camila nodded. “I-uh…yeah I am. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be staring at you or at your family.”

The woman laughed softly. “It’s quite alright, dear. I didn’t come to chastise you. It’s just that you don’t look okay. What seems to be the matter?” Was it that obvious to people? Or was this woman just very observant? “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’ll have you know that I’m a very great listener with a lot of life experience.” She joked causing Camila to laugh.

“It’s just…I was looking at you and at your husband, and it made me think that I want that with my wife,” the woman didn’t respond and Camila assumed that she might’ve been homophobic and disgusted when she mentioned that she had a wife. But when she looked at the woman she had a thoughtful expression etched on her face.

“So why can’t you have that with your wife?” The woman asked. “Does she not want to be with you? Or you with her?”

Camila shook her head 'no’. “It’s not that, it’s just…we’re not like what we used to be.”

The elderly woman nodded. “Not every relationship is perfect, mija. There’s ups and downs. Sometimes more downs than ups. It gets tough and the easier option seems like to walk away and move on with someone else, but you know deep down in your heart, that you can’t love the new person the same way you loved the other,” Camila hung on to every word that this woman was telling her. “My husband; Don and I, we’ve been married for 45 years. And if you think there weren’t times when I didn’t want to strangle him in his sleep, then you’re wrong,” they both laughed. “We’ve both messed up a lot over the course of our marriage, but we sat down together and tried to solve our problems instead of running away. We love each other. We’re each other’s biggest fans, and each other’s best friends. I couldn’t ask for a better husband.”

Camila noticed the smile that was on the woman’s face as she talked about her husband and the way her eyes lit up. She truly loved this man, even after all these years.

“Tell me about your wife,” the woman smiled. “What is she like?”

“Her name is Lauren. She’s a photographer, and she’s everything that I could’ve ever wanted in a life partner. When I look at her, I see my home, I see the rest of my life, but I see the person who hurt me. It doesn’t take away the fact that she’s selfless. She puts everyone else’s needs before hers. She’s smart; I love talking to her, and listening to the things that are in her head. She’s so talented and has an eye for taking great pictures. But most importantly…she loves me in a way I didn’t think was possible. She comforts me when I need it, she’s my biggest fan. And even though, now I don’t think she really cares about me or my career, I know it’s just my thoughts. And I know she cares about me and supports me.”

The woman took Camila’s hand in hers and gently patted it. “This Lauren sounds like an incredible woman.”

The singer nodded and smiled. “Yeah, she really is. It’s just me…I’m not even remotely deserving of her. To think, she always felt like she didn’t deserve me,” she chuckled. “It’s me. The first time I saw her, I was lost for words. She wasn’t the popular girl at school, and she wasn’t well known, but when I saw her, she stood out in a crowd full of people. I knew then and there, that at the ending of the school year, I had to take her out on a date.”

The older woman laughed. “Very confident, weren’t you?”

“Girls dig confidence,” Camila laughed along with her. “But no, I wasn’t confident. I just…I just had to get to know her. And if I didn’t try, I would’ve probably lived with a life of regret.”

“And I’m sure you’ll live with a life of regret if you were to walk away from this Lauren. Am I right?” The woman stared at her with a soft smile. “You don’t even have to tell me that you love her, because I can see it in your eyes, with the way you talk about her. Don’t lose out on possibly the best thing that could ever happen to you. I know it’s scary giving yourself to someone, but it’s worth it. Is she worth it?”

Camila didn’t even have to think twice about that question. “She’s more than worth it.”

“Then it’s okay to forgive her for whatever she did. It’s okay to want to try again. It’s okay to trust her. It’s okay to tell her that she hurt you, and it’s okay to feel hurt,” the woman smiled when she saw her husband standing at a distance off. “I think it’s time for me to go.”

Camila nodded. “It’s okay. Thank you for you know, sitting and talking some sense into me.”

The woman laughed. “I didn’t have to say anything you already didn’t know.” She opened her arms and Camila gave her a hug. When they pulled away she took the singer’s hand in hers. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I hope so,” the brunette whispered. She watched as the woman began walking away.

The elderly woman stopped a little distance off and looked over her shoulder. “Oh and Camila?” The singer looked a bit startled when she used her name. “I wish you and Lauren the best. You’re a beautiful couple.” She winked and walked away.

Camila shook her head smiling and headed back to Dinah’s. Her heart feeling lighter than it ever felt in quite sometime. When she approached the house, she saw her friend sitting on the patio with a drink in hand.

“Well don’t you look happy. What happened? Finally decided to ditch Lauren’s ass and get with some cutie you met at the park?” She took a sip of her wine and patted the seat next to her.

Camila shook her head and laughed. “Quite the opposite actually. I met this woman in the park and we talked for a bit, and I realised that it’s okay for me to forgive Lauren. That it’s okay to feel what I feel. And that I really want to be with Lauren. She even know my name,” the singer furrowed her eyebrows. “Weird.”

Dinah snorted loudly. “Girl, half the world knows your name. How is that weird?”

“Oh shit, you right. I’m famous,” she laughed. “I kinda forgot for a moment to be honest.”

Her friend shook her head. “So what are you going to do now? Are you going to jump back into bed with your Venezuelan empanada?” She burst out laughing.

Camila choked on air. “What the fuck, Dinah? That’s literally the weirdest shit you’ve ever said.”

“I can’t help the stupid shit I say. But seriously, what’s going to happen now?”

The brunette shrugged. “We’re going to take it one day at a time and work on us. And I mean it this time, I’m ready to forgive her. I’m ready to move on. I’m ready to continue loving her with no restrictions.” She smiled happily.

“Good! I was about the smack the shit out of you and tell you to pull yourself together. Camren has always been my ship, and if your Argentinian ass had the audacity to sink it, I would’ve been pressed.” She turned to look at her friend and smacked her anyway.

“You better pull yourself together! I know you’re hurt, but you’re not just Camila Cabello. You’re the Mrs Camila Jauregui - Cabello. You’re Lauren’s wife. The love of her life! You better claim your woman when she comes back!”

Camila clutched her cheek and glared at her friend. “If you weren’t hyping me up right now, I would’ve been so mad at you. But you’re right, Cheech. I’m not going to let her go. I’m not going to let Izzy go. I’m not going to let my family go. I love them. I love us and we’re going to work out.”

Dinah patted her friend on her back. “That’s my girl,” she smirked. “Camren for the win!”

***

There was a loud knock on the Jauregui - Cabellos’ door. Camila groaned loudly.

“Who’s up at these ungodly hours?” She thought as she walked towards the door. Even though it was nine in the morning, she didn’t have any need to be awoken so early.

When she opened the door, she couldn’t help the way her heart began to accelerate and the biggest smile that found its way on her face.

“Camz…”

*** Yooo, am I the commander or am I the commander? Y'all must’ve lost faith in me, but lesbehonest, Camren is endgame here. These dumbasses just needed to figure themselves out.

In the upcoming chapter, y'all gonna get some insight into their underlying issues. So welcome back Dr Briggs 👻

Wattpad: Commander_Camren

#UPDATE #series #g!p #camren #angst drama #family #humour #romance fluff #submission #Why Did I Get Married

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GOT7 Reaction - Finding Out You’re Bi

For my incredibly sweet GOT7 anon~Bias: Yugyeom! I really hope I don't disappoint you and that you love this reaction 😚 Note: For your ex girlfriends’ names, I literally google searched “list of generic girl names” XD if they suck let me know, I’ll gladly edit them to whatever names you want

Yugyeom

It was just a normal day for you. Yugyeom was at practice and you were going to go out shopping to stock up on snacks for your weekly Friday night movie night with your boyfriend. The thought of ending his week by holding you in his arms and stuffing his face with junk food is what got Yugyeom through the week. That, and your incredibly supportive texts. He screenshotted all the really cute ones and re read them when he was down. Because of the immense love you gave him, he arranged with JYP to leave rehearsal early today so he could surprise you, but that wasn’t for an hour so he tried his hardest to keep his excitement at bay and work hard. You had a mental checklist for what to buy, having gone through this routine every week for the year, give or take, that you and Yugyeom had been together. You bought your favourites, the chocolate candies, and you were just about to pick up the last pack of his favourites, the seafood flavoured chips. There was only one bag left, you were in luck. However, your luck ran out when you noticed that the chips were on a higher shelf than they usually were. You stood on your tiptoes, but you still were just barely out of reach of it. “Y/N?” You turned your head to the source of the familiar voice. Oh, shit... “Do you need help?” “Emma!” You smiled at the sight of your ex girlfriend, then were taken aback, remembering the painful breakup. “How have you been?” “You know...” She reached up and just managed to reach the bag of chips, handing it to you. “Same old, same old.” She avoided eye contact when you thanked her. “You?” “About the same.” Things were awkward. “So, what are you doing back here? I thought you were miserable in this town.” “I was, but sometimes you just don't know what you have until it’s gone.” You avoided what was probably a double meaning by putting the chips in your cart. “Are you going to eat all of that by yourself?” She attempted to lighten the mood, walking with you as you went up to the cash register. “Ah, no. Tonight’s movie night with my boyfriend.” “Boyfriend??” Her eyes went wide. “Wow, so you're straight now?” “Not completely.” She nodded, standing with you while you paid. “I can help you carry your bags out.” “That would actually be really nice.” You smiled at her as she took the heavier bags and walked outside with you to your car. As she helped load your trunk, her movements began to slow. “Are you okay?” You asked her. She chuckled. “Doing something so domestic with you...don’t you kind of miss it?” “Emma-” “Don’t you kind of miss me?” She got too close to you for comfort, but you were at an awkward angle, the hood of your car keeping you from backing up further. “Emma, stop!” “Jagi?” Both you and Emma turned around to the approaching man. You shoved past Emma and quickly ran up to him, Yugyeom, your boyfriend. “What’s going on here? Are you okay? Who is she?” “What are you doing out of work so early?” “Hi.” Emma interjected, bowing to Yugyeom. “My name’s Emma.” He bowed back and introduced himself. “Are you a friend of y/n’s?” “Actually, I’m her ex girlfriend.” Yugyeom’s mouth fell open and you felt your face get hot. “I-I was going to tell you, Yugyeom. I’m bisexual, and I’ve dated women in the past.” You felt your cheeks getting hot with your sudden confession. Emma saw this as a good time to take her leave. “It was nice seeing you again, y/n.” She walked away quickly with her hands in her pockets. Yugyeom turned to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Baby, it’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that...I didn’t want you to see me any differently. And I certainly didn’t want you to think I don’t love you because you aren’t a girl. Do you understand?” “Of course I understand, y/n. And go you for being so progressive! You know what you want and that’s just one of the things that I love about you.” “Well...” You leaned closer to Yugyeom and whispered in his ear. “Right now, I want you...” You pulled back and saw Yugyeom was biting his lip. “I’ll drive, get in the car right now, pretty girl.” And so you did, and Yugyeom showed you all the love in the world once you got home.

JB

JB found out through scrolling on Instagram. Seeing you were tagged in a post, he tapped it. He was shocked to find you kissing some other girl’s cheek with the caption “old memories die hard” at the bottom. “Jagi, who is this?” You came into the living room and once you saw the post he was looking at, you froze and your face turned red. “That’s...my ex girlfriend.” He didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, cool.” He remarked, then went back to scrolling through Instagram. You stood there, confused for a minute. “My ex girlfriend.” “What about her?” “...I’m bi.” “Good for you. Do you expect me to treat you any differently?”

Mark

“Y/N, who’s this?” Mark was flipping through some photo albums he found under your bed, and was confused as to why he didn’t know the identity of the girl you seemed very friendly with on multiple occasions. “Who’s who?” He showed you one of the pictures and you froze. “Oh, her...that’s Abigail. She’s my ex...” Mark was surprised. “You’re bi?” You nodded. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” “I guess it just never came up. It’s not like I was hiding it from you.” “Well...I’m glad I know now. I like learning about you. Could you help me identify a few other people in this photo album?”

Jackson

Jackson dressed in a pair of rainbow shoes and a rainbow ball cap to show his support for pride week. You decided that, since you knew you could count on his full support, you would finally tell him your sexuality. “Jackson? I have to tell you something a little serious.” “Is everything okay? What’s wrong, jagi?” “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just...well, I’ve dated some other girls in the past. I’m bi.” “Oh, cool. So am I.” “You are?!” “For Mark, yes.”

Jinyoung

Jinyoung was tidying up your shared bedroom, when he decided to organize your jewelry box. You wasted so much time in the morning untangling the chain of the necklace you wanted to wear for the day, so Jinyoung couldn't think of a better way to spend his free time than to help you out. As he worked on untangling your jewelry, he noticed a heart locket he’d never seen before. Upon opening it, he saw two pictures, one picture was of you and another girl hugging, and the other picture was of you and that same girl kissing. His eyebrows raised as he examined the photos, then he closed the locket and left it to the side so it appeared untouched. He wanted you to tell him, to show that you trusted him with that part of your life. So, he would wait for you until you were ready and once you did tell him, he provided you with endless love and support.

Youngjae

You were getting married next year, you guessed that if you were ever going to tell your fiancé about your sexuality, you better make it fast. So, when making lists of people to invite to the wedding, you included your ex girlfriend. You hadn’t seen her for a while, but you ended on good terms and you were sure you could build a friendship now that so much time had gone by. Plus, you saw on her Facebook that she had a new girlfriend and was very happy. This was definitely a good time to confess. “Jagi, who’s this? I’ve never heard you mention someone named Sophia before.” He inquired as he read your guest list. “Ah, I’ve been meaning to tell you, she’s my ex girlfriend.” “Ex girlfriend? Girl friend?” “Girlfriend, we used to date.” You started to feel guilty at his shocked face. “I’m sorry I never told you. Please don't be upset...” “Oh, no! I’m not upset, just in wonder...I used to think I was the luckiest man on earth for getting a girl like you to fall in love with me. Now, I’m the luckiest person on earth!”

Bambam

Bambam was looking through your old yearbook, looking at pictures of you and reading what your friends wrote on the pages. One message caught his eye, one from a girl named Isabella saying she’d miss your kisses when you moved away. “Hey, y/n, who’s this girl who stole your kisses?” You walked over to see what he was referring to, and giggled once you saw him reading your old yearbook comments. “Oh, haha, that was probably Isabella. She...was my high school girlfriend.” “You like girls??” “And guys!” “Oh, good. Sometimes people tell me I look like a girl and, well...” He cleared his throat. “Good.”

- Admin Sammie

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