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nouvellevqgue · 4 months

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LE TEMPS DE L'AMOUR!

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: where he spoil his girlfriend of anything aside from love on the special day of the week.

a/n: it supposed to be posted yesterday, but since my ethernet is kinda bloopy, and it erases my draft for this too, so i had to make it twice. but anyway i hope you enjoyed it!

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charles_leclerc Flower girl 💐

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⤷ charles_leclerc Buying for Heidi, I see.

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⤷ danielricciardo It's no surprise that you're here, but commenting about Charles?! 😔

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yourusername 🩷

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charles_leclerc I hope you liked it, sweetie

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⤷ maxverstappen1 And not for me?

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⤷ danielricciardo You need to check it deeper.

username make up tut next time queen

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⤷ danielricciardo WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS ENDED UP IN CHARLES RELATED COMMENTS????

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yourusername happy valentine's day from me and my best boyfriend in the whole wide world<33 love you alllllll

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⤷ danielricciardo And that also should be me who you wanted

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TWITTER, AROUND 4 HOURS AFTER THE POST:

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charles_leclerc My Valentine's day with you are always been the best, I love you❤️ yourusername

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trevuorzegras · 3 months

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━╋ MY RIGHT TO BE HELLISH, part three

jealous by nick jonas

summary: In which the rumors of Quinn’s little brother Jack, and y/n y/l/n make him realize he’s jealous. (part 3/4)

pairings: quinn hughes x actress!reader

platonic!jack hughes x reader. social media au

faceclaim: dove cameron

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newestupdates: Actress Y/n Y/l/n and NHL star Jack Hughes seen walking together in New Jersey. New couple alert? Thoughts? #baewatch #y/ny/l/n

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yourusername: we are strictly friends, please do not stretch my interaction with a FRIEND to be something it is not.

↳ jackhughes: completely agree.

user1: this is a little weird.. yeah?

↳ user2: they’re celebrities get over it 💀

↳ user1: doesn’t mean people should assume who they are and aren’t dating. it’s weird to invade their personal lives like that.. user2

jackhughes: we are strictly platonic, this post is very uncomfortable for the both of us. we kindly ask to stay out of our personal lives.

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user3: they’d be cute though

↳ _quinnhughes: no

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user4: quinn is NOT slick 😭😭

user5: i feel so bad for them, this is so invasive.

lhughes_05: now this is weird

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_quinnhughes: they aren’t together

↳ user6: just say you want that to be you 😭

↳ _quinnhughes: i want that to be me

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user7: HE BEING A LITTLE TOO RISKY RN 😭😭

trevorzegras: yeah let’s not

↳ user8: trevor y/n + quinn shipper confirmed??

↳ trevorzegras: 😉 user8

user9: TREVOR SHIPS THEM 😭😭

user10: this is so disrespectful, take the post down atp. they can’t even live their lives without you guys butting into it.

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yourusername: me & jack are laughing AT you guys btw!! two people can be friends without dating. for all my jack & quinn girlies, here’s a snap i got from jack a few days ago. enjoy 🌤️

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user11: THE WAY SHE USED THE PAPARAZZI PHOTO FROM THE GOSSIP PAGE LMFAOOA

user12: she’s so unserious i love her 😭😭

jackhughes: FRIENDS!! forever

↳ yourusername: JACK LMFAOA YOU SOUND LIKE A MIDDLE SCHOOL GIRL

↳ jackhughes: okay i was trying to be nice 😒

user13: wait cause quinn been looking extra FINE lately..

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↳ user14: THE WAY SHE LIKED IT LMFAOO

user15: her and quinn would be cute.. STOP

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↳ user17: luke liked this comment?? 🤔

lhughes_06: no pic credits for the second to last picture?

↳ yourusername: oh so you’re done lurking in my comments now, lukey??

↳ lhughes_06: no idea what you’re talking about, have you taken your crazy pill? yourusername

↳ yourusername: OH OKAY. lhughes_06

user18: why is no one talking about how good y/n looks??? let’s focus on her for a moment 🫣

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↳ user19: atta boy quinn with the slick comment like

user20: oh quinn is LURKING 😭

user21: what’s with the hughes lurking & liking in these comments..

user22: SHES SO UNBOTHERED LMFAO

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misserabella · 1 year

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what about reader and pedro have this close relationship but reader start distancing herself from pedro because he got date rumours with another actress who's older than the reader but pedro just wants to be in a relationship if it's with the reader (sorryyy english is not my first language

a/n; aw this is so cute :((( so angsty n fluffy <3

your phone rang once again as you were getting ready for the upcoming gala, your manager holding it for you and announcing the caller.

“it’s pedro pascal once again, what should i do?” she inquired you, and you shook your head. she instantly ignored the call, as she had done the last 15 times he had called that whole day. “you can’t keep doing this…, you two are great friends! did you have a discussion?”

you didn’t answer, opting for staying silent, because your heart was aching.

“how does that look? good enough?” your makeup artist smiled at you, and you took in your image on the mirror, bold red lips with dark eyeshadow and great fake eyelashes that made your eyes pop. the highlighter made your skin glow, and your perfectly applied base made it look flawless.

not good enough. it’s what you wanted to answer, ‘cause you weren’t as pretty as that woman in the news that pedro had been caught in a scandal with, you didn’t have her beautiful and perfect cheekbones, or amazing waist and hips.

but instead you smiled and nodded, winning a soft smile from your makeup artist. your hair was down and in beautiful waves that tickled the exposed skin of your back, your dress having an opening there that reached just above your lower back. your outfit for tonight’s gala was beautiful, a dior black and elegant dress that brought out all your most prominent curves and showed just the right amount of skin. you had paired it with lace long gloves and a pair of saint laurent heels that were really too painful to stand on for too long. but we all know what they said: beauty is pain.

“okay. let’s go.” your manager said, handing you your coat so the streets of new york wouldn’t freeze you to death at this hour.

“yeah.” you nodded, and tried to ignore the knot on your stomach, fully knowing you’d see pedro there. at the end, you two were the new starring stars on the most watched series of the season: last of us, along with bella ramsey of course. you knew a lot of people would come to the premiere, famous people, probably her as well.

your heels tickled on the floor as you made your way to your limousine, the leather underneath you warming you up. your phone buzzed. new message. pedro.

you sighed and put it aside, turning on do not disturb. twitter was going crazy, with this photos of this new woman under his arm making your stomach churn.

you shouldn’t feel like this. pedro was just a friend. you shouldn’t care about who he was dating, or if he even was dating at all. you should be happy for him. so why… why were you feeling like this? so bitter? so hurt?

the flashes hit your face and body, and as always, you smiled and waved once your manager had taken your jacket for you, even if the paparazzis were blinding you and making you go deaf with their screams. you didn’t want to smile, you didn’t want to pose, you didn’t want to be here. but you had to, so you’d decided that you’d do a quick greeting and chat for a little bit with other actors and stars and head back home early.

you just needed to try and not meet up with pedro for the next few hours. you could do that. there were so many people inside of there, posing in the red carpet, hugging each other and chatting up while drinking glasses of champagne that you thought it would be easy to hide from him.

you thought.

“there you are darling.” but as always you were wrong. “thought for a moment you were hiding for me there.” he smiled at the cameras, your skin growing on goosebumps when one of his warm and big hands found your exposed lower back, pulling you closer to his side. the paparazzi’s cameras were going crazy.

“pedro.” you sighed, trying really hard to not get lost in his touch, or in his eyes, or his cologne…

you were about to say something, probably come out with a lame excuse as why you had been ignoring him lately, but then you heard it.

“pedro! pedro! what can you tell us about that last scandal? are you perhaps now in a relationship?!”

your heart sank to your stomach, and your skin grew cold. you probably looked as white as a ghost.

“excuse me.” you smiled at him and the paparazzis, pulling away from his touch in need to run away from there. ‘cause you didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

your chest felt heavy, and your feet were fast.

would he smile and nod? say that he was now happily in love with somebody else?

you didn’t want to even imagine it.

“i need a fucking cigarette.” you muttered, taking from your purse your pack of cigarettes and heading to the bathrooms. you headed towards the most far away ones, those who were always free and silent.

the lighter flicked twice before the smoke was finally filling up your lungs. you let out a sigh. you knew it was shit. smoking. it was actually disgusting. but there was nothing that could help you more than another addiction to get over the one you already had: pedro pascal.

the cold of the bathroom tiles hit your back when you leaned against the wall, inhaling deeply, red smearing all over the bud of your cigarette.

you weren’t expecting company, but as always, you had to be surprised once again by him. only him.

the door opened with a creak, and your eyes shot open when they met his brown ones. fuck.

he looked at you, chest heaving harshly up and down as if he had been looking for you nonstop, running up and down every damn corridor just to find you.

“what have i done? what have i done to make you hate me this much?” he inquired, his voice just above a whisper. your heart broke. he looked broken too. you had done this?

“pedro…” you tried, but he was stepping inside the bathrooms and closing the door behind his back.

“no.” he shook his head. “tell me. tell me what have i done to make you not even be able to stand me being close to you.” his eyes fell as he saw your need to take a step back when he walked towards you. and maybe you would’ve, if you weren’t already cornered against the wall. “have i done anything to make you uncomfortable?” he inquired, and you felt your breath hitching, tears starting to sting your eyes. he thought it was his fault, that he was in the wrong. you were causing him pain just because your jealousy was too strong for you to handle.

“it’s nothing, pedro.” you tried and walk away, but his warm hands were once again on you, surrounding carefully your wrist to not let you go. you couldn’t help the way your heart jumped

“please sweetheart… talk to me…” he begged, and your tears shone under the lights when his other hand reached for your chin to make you look at him.

you took a deep breath in, trying your hardest to not give into his voice, nor touch… but it was too strong, your need for him, your love for him.

“do you love her?” you suddenly blurted out, and your stomach flipped. his eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowed. “that woman from the news… are you in love with her?” you muttered, your doe tearful eyes looking into his. your heart was screaming for him to not break him, your brain for him to confirm the rotten feeling that had been growing inside your chest. he cupped your face, about to talk but being cut off by your babbling once again. “she’s pretty. really pretty. and famous, and nice, and intelligent and has like a million of awards…” you smiled, even if your heart was falling apart and your eyes were about to spill tears.

“no baby, wait, you don’t understand…”

“i’m happy for you.” you muttered, taking his hands to pull them away from your face, even if the loss of his touch was making your soul break. lie and smile. “i’m sure you’ll be very happy, pedro.” you sighed, your heels clicking against the cold floor of that desolated bathroom as you headed towards the door, although his voice stopped you as you reached for the handle.

the door closed as you tried to open it, his palm firmly pressing against the door and the side of your head to keep it shut.

he inquired, and you bit down on your lip and tried to fight of your tears as he slowly turned you around to face him, caging you with his body against the wood of the door. he had never been this close. your chests were gracing, the mint of his breath hitting your face.

“is it really not obvious?” he inquired, and you frowned, your breath hitching when his free hand was back at softly holding your face. “it’s not her who i am in love with, i could never give my heart to another woman that doesn’t smile like you, or laugh as sweetly as you, or work as hard of you, or make my days seem as brighter as you do. i could never give my heart to another woman because i’ve already given it to you…” you eyes widened at his words, your chest heaving in deep breath.

he looked into your eyes, and then to your lips. he sighed. “am i reading this wrong, beautiful?” he inquired, scared, terrified of your shocked expression.

you quickly shook your head, your own hands cupping his face. “no pedro, not in the slightest.” you whispered against his lips before you pulled him against yours, butterflies filling your chest when you felt his left arm —the one that had stood keeping the door close— circled your waist and pulled you tighter against him.

the kiss was soft, slow, sweet… everything you’ve ever wanted. it was enough to make you melt.

but it was not enough, and you let him know with a whine when he pulled away.

“i know baby, i know.” he hushed you, leaving a soft peck on your now smudged lips. he had red lipstick all over his. “but there are a couple of paparazzis out there i have to clear up things with. perhaps the fact that it’s you who i’m in love with, in the first place.”

“maybe we could just show them.” you smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile as well, eyebrows raised.

“what’s going on inside that pretty head of yours, huh?” he pinched your waist and you laughed, making his heart jump.

you hummed. “i’ll have to kiss you a little bit more for you to get the idea.” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his neck, staining the perfect kiss mark.

he laughed, hiding the shiver that went up his spine.

“you’ll be the death of me.”

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i imagine pedro coming back to the gala with his whole face decorated in kisses and being impossibly happy about it

a/n; i hope you liked it<3

#lily!writes ੭୧—☆#pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal actor #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fan fiction #pedro pascal x y/n

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24hlevi · 3 months

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— THE IDOL

itoshi rin x male!reader

summary: y/n is a famous pop idol, and rin is his biggest fan. what happens when y/n announces his brand new album "mood swings in this order" along with a tour to be held later in the year? surely, nothing too bad. right?

warnings/tags: language, nsfw implications (cum is said)

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chapter one of the PAPARAZZI series

Being a pop star was difficult at times. From dealing with promotions, tours, and interviews, to crazy fans, trolls, and stalkers. But, none of that fazed you. Should it? Compared to some other idols, you went through a bit more than others, purely because of you embracing your sexuality in both the romance aspect and the performance aspect. You weren't afraid to do crazy concepts that would make fans turn and hate on the idol immediately. You definitely weren't afraid to express how you liked men, and while that may have caused a ruckus during your debut, it all worked out in the end somehow.

At the current moment, you were doing a photo shoot for your new album that you were soon to release the first single for. You had been taking photos for at least two hours, and you were getting irritated by the photographer telling you to do the same pose you’d already done fifteen times. After one last shot, you clasped your hands together.

“Can we take ten?” You said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

Murmurs of yes and thank gods came from the staff at your words, and everyone immediately split off into different areas of the house. With a sigh, you got up off the bed and walked outside where the balcony was, looking down at your backup dancers practicing the routine.

“So, how do we feel about the shoot, Y/n?”

You turned your head to see your assistant and best friend, Mikage Reo standing beside you. “Well, I’ve been taking the same photos for hours, how would you feel?”

Reo chuckled and nodded. “I know.” He followed your gaze towards the dancers before speaking more. “How do you feel about the choreo? Is it too hard? Do I need to make any adjustments? Do you not like any of the backup dancers?”

“Reo,” You said, placing both your hands on his shoulders. “Everything is fine, I swear. As long as things don't go shitty, everything will work out amazingly.” You reassured him.

Reo sighed and nodded again. “I guess,” he said. “I just want this album to be your biggest yet, and that's what Anri wants as well. She’s been super stressed recently trying to put all this together.”

“I understand,” You acknowledged, removing your hands from his shoulders. “But everything is going to be fine, stop worrying so much.”

“Okay,” He sighed again and nodded.

Meanwhile, your manager, Anri was dealing with a big problem with some of the other staff.

“What the fuck do you mean?” The woman spat out angrily at their social media manager.

“Look,” They handed Anri the phone.

She looked at the picture and her eyes went wide. “Has this hit the public yet?”

“Yes.”

“Shit,” Anri cursed, handing the phone back. “We have to tell him.”

“Are you serious?” The social media manager looked at her with shock. “What if it causes a breakdown of some kind?”

“He can deal with it. Follow me.” Anri told them, starting to walk to where you and Reo were.

“Y/n!” Anri called your name. “We have a big problem!”

You and Reo both turned to look at Anri speed walking towards you two, making you look at her in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“This.” Anri shoved the photo in your face. “What the hell were you thinking going to a club with Ryusei and having this happen?!”

Looking at the photo, your eyes widened at the image. “I thought- he told me he deleted it!” You defended.

“And you believed him?!” Anri exclaimed. “Y/n, this is already trending on all social media, and not in a good way. You and Ryusei are not together. But now that everyone has seen this image, it's chaotic. His management isn't responding and either we have to say it's not real or you admit it and we pray this doesn't fuck anything up. So what do you want to do?”

“I guess I should admit-”

“We’ll say it's fake,” Reo cut you off before you could finish, making you look at him with confusion. “This will damage everything if we say that it's real. Can you imagine what the public will think? How are we supposed to hold a tour when they have seen someone's fucking cum on his face?”

“It’s not like Ryusei is some stranger,” You said.

“It’s still not good, Y/n,” Reo replied. “We have to say it’s fake, and hope his management says the same thing.”

“This is the best decision, Y/n,” Anri told you. “This also means you cannot see Ryusei anymore, he is going to damage your whole career if you go out with him again. Do you understand?”

You felt cornered. It was rare for Reo to take this kind of side in things, and it made you feel like you were being cornered into doing what they thought was best. While, usually they were right in matters like this. It was like you had no real control over anything anymore. With a short nod, you responded. “I understand.”

“Good, now get back to finishing the shoot while I figure out how to deal with this,” Anri said before walking back inside the house.

As soon as Anri was out of hearing distance, Reo quickly turned to you. “Dude, what the fuck?”

“What?” You asked, looking back at him. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“You look like a whore!” Reo whisper-yelled to you. “Do you understand that? This is not good! Ryusei is going to ruin this whole album! You need to stop seeing him!”

You stared at your friend in slight shock. Yet, you knew he was right. Consistently time after time again Shidou Ryusei has done something to fuck over your reputation leaving you to rebuild it again and again. But, you couldn’t stop seeing him. It was hard. But, you had to stop now. “Okay,” You said quietly, nodding your head.

“Now let’s get back to the shoot,” Reo said, grabbing your arm and pulling you along with him back inside the house.

You sat back down on the bed, adjusting your robe as the photographer came back and stood in front of the bed. You stared at the camera with what they later called a “killer look” that you should’ve had from the very beginning in your debut album. But, they didn’t understand what that look really meant. Not even Reo, who had been your best friend since you two were in middle school. They said the distant look in your eyes was perfect for the album, but they didn’t realize that this was going to end up being just the beginning of things. It was just that no one knew it yet. Not even you.

…

“Y/n, wake up,” Reo’s voice woke you up as he opened the curtains of your room.

You groaned lightly, covering your face with your hands as Reo sighed, walking over to you.

“Come on, you have to get up. We have to talk with PR,” He said, handing you a cup of coffee.

“Oh, great,” You mumbled, sitting up and taking the coffee from him. “I’m fucked, aren’t I?”

“Not yet,” Reo shook his head. “Ryusei’s management finally responded an hour ago.”

“What did they say?” You asked, taking a sip of your coffee after.

“Well, they are with us on saying the picture was fake,” Reo started. “Which is good, but…”

“But?” You tilted your head to the side.

“But, they also want to say it’s for your concept of this album,” Reo finished.

“What?” You questioned.

“Anri already told them how terrible of an idea that is so hopefully that won’t happen. But, it’s obvious Ryusei is trying to work his way around things. You must not let him, do you understand?” Reo told you.

You nodded your head slowly. “I understand.”

“Good, now get up.”

…

After finishing the long meeting with your PR team, you were finally able to go back home. You sat at the pool with a drink in your hand, sunglasses on with your eyes closed when you heard footsteps approach you.

“Yo! Y/n!”

You opened your eyes and turned your head to see your best dancer for your career so far, Hyoma Chigiri. “Chigiri! What’s up?” You replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“Do you wanna go out tonight?” Chigiri asked you. “There’s this new club I checked out last week and it was killer. You should come with me tonight.”

“Will Ryusei be there? I’m not really allowed to hang around him anymore.” You said, stirring the straw around in your drink.

“Nope,” Chigiri shook his head. “But who knows! Maybe you’ll meet someone better.” He smiled.

“True,” You acknowledged with a nod. “Sure, why not?” You eventually answered.

“Awesome, I’ll be here at 8 to pick you up then,” He said, patting your bare shoulder before walking away.

You hummed shortly in response, waving your hand and taking a sip of your drink. Hopefully, this would be nice for you. If not, it at least couldn’t hurt to go out with your friend. You finished your drink in another sip and set it down beside you, putting your arms behind your head as support and closing your eyes again.

…

Chigiri showed up a little late, which you didn’t mind since you weren’t even ready in the first place. You put your shoes on and heard your phone buzz, making you look at it to see Chigiri’s message that he was there. You put your phone in your pocket and left your house, immediately spotting the car near the front gate and you hurried towards it, the cool air freezing through the light materialized shirt you were wearing.

You opened the door and climbed inside the car, seeing Chigiri and he smiled at you.

“Hey! Looking good,” He said to you.

“You too,” You responded, putting the seatbelt on. “So, where’s this place at?”

“Only where the best clubs are,” Chigiri answered, pulling out of your driveway and back onto the road.

“Awesome,” You said, leaning your head against the headrest.

By the time you two arrived, it was half past nine, and the club had just opened at nine. When you stepped out of the car, your eyes squinted at the bright neon lights saying the name of the club that you were unable to read.

“Come on,” Chigiri grabbed your arm and pulled you inside with him.

You were immediately met with the loud booming music and neon lights, making you look around in awe at the place. “This place looks wicked,” You said.

“It is,” Chigiri answered, pulling you along more to get drinks.

While waiting for the drinks, you felt eyes on you. You turned your head to see a man staring at you. He quickly looked away once you noticed his gaze on you, and you watched as one of his friends started talking to him. You looked away when the drinks arrived, and Chigiri took his and went off somewhere, leaving you alone at the bar. You took a sip of the drink and made a sour face.

“Not your taste?”

You turned your head at the voice, seeing the male who was staring at you now standing in front of you. “Not really,” You shook your head. “I like harsher drinks.” You answered.

“Hey! Rufio!” The man called for the bartender, who hurried over to you two. “Get this lovely man here a new drink. Let’s say, a double jack and coke?” He said, glancing over at you for confirmation.

“Yeah, that works,” You nodded your head.

The bartender quickly made the new drink and handed it to you. You took a sip and looked at the male in front of you. “You can sit, if you want,” You offered, gesturing to the chair.

“I was actually going to ask if you wanted to dance,” He said.

“Ah,” You let out. ‘Well, I usually like a drink or two before dancing.”

“But-”

“Hey!” A voice echoed throughout the club.

The man looked away from you and at the younger male approaching the two of you at a fast-paced walk, and he looked terrified.

“What the fuck did I say about you coming back here, huh?!” The younger male exclaimed when he finally reached you two, smacking him in the face.

“I-I’m sorry! I th-thought-”

“Thought what? Get the fuck out!” The male kicked the older man a few times, watching him scurry away.

You stared at the new male in front of you with shock on your face, not knowing entirely what the hell just happened. When he looked at you, his face dropped, making you look at him confused.

“Uhm, do I know you?” You asked politely.

“No,” He shook his head. “But, I know you.” He answered. “You-You’re L/n, Y/n.”

Ah. A fan, great. “Don’t tell anyone, please,” You said quietly, holding your finger up to your lips. “I really just wanted a night out with my friend.”

“I won’t say anything,” He quickly shook his head. “I’m Rin,” He held his hand out to you.

“Nice to meet you, Rin,” You shook his hand.

“Do you maybe wanna dance?” He asked.

Looking at your drink, you took another big sip and set it down, nodding your head and standing up. “Sure.”

Rin grabbed your hand and pulled you with him to the main dancefloor. His hand let go once you both were in the middle of everyone, starting to dance to the electronic music blasting throughout the club. You generally weren’t one for electronic music but you didn’t mind it at the current moment. You felt hands wrap around your waist from behind and a body press against you, turning your head to see Rin towering over you while behind you. His gaze was stuck on you as he moved against you to the rhythm of the music.

He leaned down to your ear and quietly whispered. “Is that your friend over there?”

You followed his eyes to where Chigiri was talking to someone else and started walking towards the exit, and you nodded. “Yeah,” You said.

“Looks like he’s ditching you,” Rin spoke quietly. “Is he your ride?”

You nodded again.

“Hm,” Rin hummed, his hands gripping your sides tightly. “How about you let me take you home?”

You looked up at him with a mixture of confusion and shock. “What?”

“You have no way home now, right?” Rin asked. “You can’t get an Uber cause of your status, and I’m the only one who knows a famous idol is in my club right now. So, I say you have no other choice.”

You stopped dancing by now, his hands keeping you in place as you thought. He was right in all sorts of ways. You couldn’t afford to let anyone else know that you were here, and who knows what would happen if someone took a picture of you out clubbing just after the issue with Ryusei? You were stuck. “Okay,” You nodded.

“Come on,” Rin said as soon as you spoke, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the club through the back entrance where his car was.

You followed him out to the back, mentally praying that you wouldn’t die on this ride back to your house as he opened the passenger side door for you. You hesitated for a split second before getting in the car, letting Rin close it behind you. He got in a few seconds after and started the car.

“So, what way to your house?”

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pensat-i-fet · 7 days

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His very own real princess (Pedri x Reader)

**I'm back with another imagine! This one was requested many moons ago and the anon who sent it might have forgotten about it so sorry 😕 but I got the inspiration for it and so I wanted to share it! I'm not so used to writing short format anymore so I feel everything could be a series. Let me know if you'd like this concept to be one! ☺️ And enjoy! ❤️**

Word count: 3675

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Being famous was not as great as people made it up to be. For Pedri, it meant leaving the house was too much sometimes. He had to deal with people following him and even getting in front of his car just to get his attention. He was asked to sign autographs and to take photos every couple of minutes. While he loved his fans, it could be a bit much. Especially when he could tell they were filming him so they could post the video on TikTok for a couple hundred likes. So, one day, he tried to avoid those people by going to a park. He could probably lose them there. There were so many trees and dogs that made it harder to move quickly around the area.

For you, it had been a bit different. Growing up your family wanted to keep you a secret almost. For security reasons…or so they said. So, naturally, you wanted to rebel against them and do the complete opposite. Still, it wasn’t until you turned 18 that you started to show up at official events. And now you were 20, you realised maybe your parents had been right all along. But you weren’t going to tell them that. Of course. So while some paparazzi were chasing you, you spotted a park and thought you could hide there for a bit. Maybe even call your chauffeur so he could pick you up and save you from the vultures.

“Oh! Sorry”.

Pedri turned to look at the girl who was apologising to him. You had bumped into each other and he hit you in the head with his shoulder without meaning to. He hadn’t even seen you there.

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry. Are you alright?”

And then, it happened. You looked up to see his face and you couldn’t believe who it was that you were talking to.

“Oh my God…oh my God”, was all you could say.

“I take it you know who I am”.

“Yeah, who doesn’t?”

Pedri chuckled. “I guess there are some lucky folks out there who don’t. But really, are you ok?”

“Yes, it’s fine. Just more shocked to see you here than anything else”.

Pedri smiled at you and you were trying hard not to swoon. Being hidden from the public eye meant you hadn’t been around a lot of famous people before. Your second cousins were way more used to this and always told you famous people were just normal people. To them…not to you. To you, famous people were…fascinating.

“I was planning on hiding here for a bit”, you said.

“Me too, but I don’t want to ruin your plan so I could leave…”.

Pedri started to look around, getting ready to leave so you stopped him. “You don't know who I am so that makes you good company. Perfect company actually. So you can stay. Also, you got here first”.

“Should I know who you are?”

“I guess not”, you shrugged. Not everyone followed your family. Thankfully.

“Are you a singer?

“Babies cry when I sing”.

“Actress?”

“Nope”.

“Influencer”.

“I only influence how much money there is left in my dad's bank account”.

You thought it was really cute how he concentrated, trying to guess. “Then…a model?”

“No, but I appreciate the compliment”.

“What compliment?”

“If you think I could be a model, then you think I'm pretty”.

“Well”, he started. “I like to invite pretty girls to eat or have a drink so…which one is it going to be?”

“There is an ice cream ban there…if you dare approach it”.

It made you laugh how Pedri looked around the area, making sure no one who could know him was there and then he turned to look at you again.

“What flavour?”

“One ball of coffee and one of vanilla, please”.

“Sounds sophisticated”.

“I guess you’re getting closer to my identity”, you laughed.

“What are you? A princess?”

“Nah, the princesses are my cousins”.

Pedri laughed before going to the ban to get the ice cream. The funny thing about being part of the Royal family was that it was so weird that many thought you were joking when you said that. But you weren’t. Not many people knew your parents but they still were part of the family so…they got attention. And now, you got the attention too.

“Here is your ice cream, your Majesty”.

“Thank you, Golden boy”, you joked back.

“Does that make me royalty too?”

“I guess. Football royalty so less hated than real royalty”. “Less hated? You clearly aren’t on Twitter”.

No, you weren’t. No amount of therapy would heal you after reading what people wrote about you or your family there.

Sitting down on the grass and eating an ice cream while chatting with Pedri was something that healed your mood. It was so nice to be with someone who didn’t know who you were but that also understood how you felt. Even if he didn’t know it yet.

“There are a lot of kids and parents around now. I feel no one will even look at us while we leave”.

You looked around and agreed with his assessment. “Ok, where should we go?”

“I don’t know. Wanna go walk near the beach? It’s usually where I end up when I go out. It’s not often I do but it’s nice to go there”.

“I like the beach”.

“Where are you from?”

“Well…it’s a funny question that one”, you sighed.

“How so?” “I was born in The Netherlands, then lived in Madrid for a bit, went to school in Switzerland and Wales and now I’m back in Spain. I go to different cities all the time. I like travelling”.

“Wow, that’s a lot. Was it a boarding school you went to?”

“Yeah”.

“Maybe you are a princess after all”.

You giggled and looked down to hide your blush. Yes, your life sounded very much like that of a princess. Even if about 40 family members needed to die for you to become one for real.

“I love this”, you said, looking around and feeling so…normal.

“Yeah? That’s good”.

Pedri smiled at you and you realised maybe it wasn’t so normal what was going on. Sure, you were on a walk like a normal person but you were walking with a very famous footballer. That didn’t happen every day. At least not to you.

“And I see pizza there. Do you want a slice?”

“I probably shouldn’t…”.

“But Pedri! Today everything is possible! You’re not a football player but just Pedro from Tenerife. And I’m not a princess”.

“What are you then?”, he asked, smirking.

“I’m just a girl standing in front of a boy…asking him to get some pizza”.

The excitement of the crazy afternoon made you lose a bit of the control you usually had and you grabbed Pedri’s arm to take him to the pizza ban. It wasn’t like holding hands but…once the physical contact started, you were both very aware of it. But pretended it was all normal.

After buying the pizza slices, you didn’t wait a second to start eating. You were so hungry and it wasn’t often you got to eat greasy pizza with your hands.

“That burns!”, you complained, opening your mouth and using your hand as a fan.

“Maybe wait a little to eat”.

“I was hungry”, you pouted and that made Pedri stare at your lips.

“You got some sauce on your mouth”.

“I think I have a mirror on my bag…”.

But before you had time to find it, Pedri used one of his napkins to clean your face. When you looked up at him, you noticed he seemed to have done that without even realising.

“Sorry”.

“No, don’t be. Thank you for not letting me look dirty while we walked”.

“Princesses have to always look perfect”.

“Exactly”, you told him, laughing.

But good things had to come to an end and soon Pedri started to notice people looking at him. That meant it was time to go home.

“I’m sorry. It just…that’s my life”.

“I get it”, you told him, wanting to explain to him how much you actually got it. “It was fun to spend some time with you though”.

“Would you like to do it again?”

“I would. But maybe somewhere more private”.

“Do you have Instagram? So you can follow me and we can talk about meeting”.

That made you pause. You had an official account controlled by people hired by your family but also a private one. So maybe you could use that one to follow him.

“Yeah. I’ll follow you later and send you a message”.

“Cool. See you…soon?”

You nodded, not knowing what to do. Should you hug him? But then all the people ready to surround him showed you that no, a hug wouldn’t be a good idea. So you said goodbye and left.

Pedri was entering the dressing room a couple of days after you met, not really looking at his teammates but at his phone. You two had been texting ever since you separated. And he was constantly checking to see if you had sent him a new message.

“Hello, your Majesty”, said one of Pedri’s teammates and it took him a second to notice he was looking at him.

“Sorry?”

“I just said hi to your Majesty. Would you like us to find a throne for you to sit on?”

“What are you on about?”

“Haven't seen the cover of the magazine yet?”, asked Frenkie.

“I haven't done any covers lately…”.

“The gossip magazine”, pointed out Lamine. “It’s all everyone is talking about”.

“I don’t get it. I haven’t done anything to be in one of those magazines”.

“How about going out with a pretty girl the other day? Paparazzi are everywhere. You should know that by now”.

So people had seen him when he was hanging out with you. Great. You didn’t seem like someone who’d enjoy the attention. But why make such a big deal out of him being seen with someone unknown?

“You also chose the wrong girl to date”.

“I’m not dating her but she's just a normal girl…”.

“Who's related to the Royal family. And here we were worrying about Gavi being the one who could become king”.

“I would have made a great king”, said Gavi, raising his chin proudly.

“You would have made a terrible king”, told him Fermín, shaking his head.

“What do you mean Royal family?”

Pedri was about to start freaking out. You joked about being a princess but…was it not a joke? What? He knew the princesses! Leonor, Sofía, Victoria, …none of them were you. So what the heck was going on?

“She’s like a second or third cousin of the real princesses but the media has been trying to find out everything about her in the last few years”, explained Pau.

“How do you know so much about that?”

“My mum loves the Royals. I live with her and she talks about it”, shrugged the youngster.

The jokes continued but Pedri didn’t care. He just kept thinking about how you had lied to him. And he got it in a way. It couldn’t be easy to be in your position but…you had spent two days talking to each other about a lot of personal stuff. Didn’t you trust him enough to tell him the truth?

When he finished training and picked up his phone again, he saw a text from you saying “I’m sorry”. A part of him wanted to ignore it but you didn’t deserve that kind of treatment despite your lies. So he asked you to meet instead. But you were in Madrid for a couple of days so it’d have to wait. You apologized multiple times and Pedri told you it was ok but…you weren’t so sure.

“What’s wrong?”, asked your cousin Sofía, who was a real princess.

“You saw the magazines, right?”

“Yes. Wanna talk about it?”

“I…we bumped into each other randomly and it was so good to meet someone who didn’t know who I was. You get it, Sof. If someone gets it, it’ll be you”.

“I do. Is he mad at you for lying?”

“Not really”, you said, frowning. “I expected him to be but he seems to understand why I lied. He also gets it”.

“I bet he does. So, what are you going to do?”

“We’ll meet when I get back to Barcelona in a few days”.

Sofía laughed looking at you. “That smile…someone is smitten!”

“How could I not be? Have you seen him? And he’s super nice too, not just handsome. But I fear I’ve ruined it”.

“Don’t be so negative. Let’s just get ready for the match and forget about your Barça boy for a couple of hours”.

It wasn’t a secret that the king of Spain supported Atlético de Madrid and a lot of people suspected his daughter Sofía did as well. However, it was very hard for her to attend matches without people noticing but she had become a bit of a pro at it. And now she was taking you to the match too.

The match was fun and Atleti won so Sofía was very happy. And you didn’t get spotted by anyone…or so you thought.

“Pepi!”, called Ferran when Pedri was entering the dressing room in the morning.

“What?”

“Your princess is a traitor, she doesn't even support you”.

“What are you talking about?”

“She was at the Atleti match yesterday with Princess Sofía. But I bet you can turn her into a Barça fan”.

Ferran’s wink didn’t stop Pedri from feeling so weird about this whole situation. Or more like jealous. What if you had your eye on an Atleti player?

But he could only stare at the photos in the article. After your meeting, he had only the memory of how you looked that day. Your private Instagram only had a handful of photos and a few were of your dogs. The official Instagram only had a few official photos and…even though that was you too, it wasn’t the you Pedri knew. The girl in the photos from the Atleti match was you. Laughing with your cousin and looking so happy.

The article…he didn’t like as much. After the photos of what the press called “a date” were published, they just assumed you were seeing Pedri. So what were you doing watching a rival team? It wasn’t as if you went to see a Real Madrid match, God forbid. But still…shouldn’t you be supporting “your boyfriend”?

“Hi”.

A few days later, you were back in Barcelona and Pedri invited you to have lunch with him. Finding a place where no one would see you was hard, but your family knew a few tricks to achieve that.

“Hey. It’s good to see you again”.

This time, you did hug as a greeting. Even if you had spoken only via texts, it still felt like you knew each other so well now. So a hug seemed like the right thing to do.

“I’m sorry about everything that happened. I just…I don’t know, Pedri. Being with you made me forget who I was for a second and I didn’t think about how this could affect you”.

“It’s ok. You know I get it. It’s the same for me. My every move is overanalysed. Though I guess being a princess is a bit more important”.

“Not this again”, you shook your head, laughing. “I’m not a princess. I’m a nobody, really. But the press was waiting for a moment like this. A scandal or whatever”.

“Eating pizza in public is very scandalous. I don’t know how your reputation will recover”.

You laughed at Pedri’s joke but also remembered what you had been told. “It’s not so much what I did but who I did it with”.

“Oh…ok”.

When the photos were published, your parents talked to you about all the reasons why you should stay away from Pedri. Before you even had time to say nothing was going on…at least not yet.

“It’s stupid. I told you I’m a nobody. But family connections dictate this or that…I don’t want to date a politician or another royal just because it’s what I’m supposed to do. I don’t have it as bad as my cousins. You know, the real princesses. But still…it’s boring. I want to be able to make my own decisions”.

“You don’t want to date a politician…but would you like to date me?”

Being so annoyed with your family and their restrictions, you didn’t realise Pedri wasn’t stupid and could easily read between the lines.

“You’re better than a politician so…”.

“Look”, said Pedri, grabbing your hand to hold it. “No relationship was going to be easy for me. I knew that. So…this doesn’t scare me”.

“Really? I was actually worried it would”.

“I could see it in your face”.

“Can you read minds now? Is that how you know where to shoot the ball?”

“No, that’s because I’m a generational talent”, joked Pedri, making you laugh. “But I mean it. I’m not scared. Are you?”

“Not as much as I probably should”.

“But…are you an Atleti fan? These are the important conversations we need to have before trying to date”.

“That’s my cousin. I don’t really have a team. So I might let you convince me to become a Barça fan. I already support Spain so…”.

“Even against The Netherlands?”, he asked. Your mum was Dutch so it was a fair question.

“Only if you play for Spain that day”.

And so you both forgot about what people would say, what people would demand from each of you and started to date. There was no need to hide since there were photos of your first date online already. Even if back then you didn’t want to admit it was a date.

Being together compensated for any comments or insults…but Pedri was starting to get a bit tired of his teammates curtsying in front of him and calling him Majesty. They did it with you too, which only made you laugh.

“I told you, guys. I’m not a princess”.

“No. Not officially”, told you Pedri. “But you are my very own princess. My queen even”.

Your blush made everyone laughed. It was so obvious to everyone how in love you both were.

However, the media was going to try to find anything that could make it sound like your lovely love story wasn’t so lovely.

Something your family always had to do was attend charity events. It was probably one of the few things you liked doing, since many of those events raised money for great causes. So when you were invited to one to raise money for cancer research, you said yes immediately. It being organised by the Atlético de Madrid foundation didn’t matter to you. But for the press…it was a different story.

“Hi, it’s nice meeting you”.

You turned to see it was Álvaro Morata, the player who presided the event, saying hello to you.

“Thank you, it’s nice meeting you too”.

“I heard about you and Pedri…sorry if it’s too informal of me to say this”. “It’s ok, don’t worry”.

“So…you two are really together?”

“Yes”, you said, blushing.

“Good. He’s a good guy. I’ll see you around the Spain matches then”.

“You will”.

Other players were there too and you were introduced to all of them. Mario Hermoso, Marcos Llorente, …they were all very nice to you. But it was a younger player you had to sit next to at your table. One that you hadn’t met before but that introduced himself as Rodrigo Riquelme. However, that wasn’t what his teammates called him.

“Should I call you Rodrigo or Roro?”

“I feel I can’t ask someone of your station to call me such a nickname”.

You laughed seeing the Atleti player blushing. “I don’t mind. I’m not really that important”.

“You are the most important person here”.

“Depends on who you asked”, you shrugged.

It was lovely having someone young to chat with at such an event. You were usually surrounded by old politicians and entrepreneurs who bored you to death with their conversations. So you had a great time…Pedri didn’t have as much fun seeing all the posts on social media talking about how his girlfriend was being too friendly with another player.

He knew it was stupid. You were just chatting with Riquelme. Pedri knew you now and realised that was how you talked to his friends too. That was how you talked to Ferran, for example. It was nothing like how you talked to Pedri.

But still…it wasn’t nice to see so many people doubting your relationship. And, what was worse, insulting you.

“You look unhappy”, you said when you met him again in Barcelona. “Is it because of the articles? Nothing happened with Riquelme. I swear”.

“I know”, he sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your forehead. “I just hate how people will try to find any excuse to try and hurt us”.

“We knew it was going to happen…”.

“It’s not nice anyway”.

“But we’re fine?”, you asked, worried.

“We’re fine. I missed you a lot”.

“I know. I missed you too”.

Knowing Pedri trusted you was so important and you felt you needed to prove you were worth that trust. So, even though you knew you were likely to get in trouble, you forgot about protocol and attended his match wearing his shirt.

It wasn’t even the most important match but when it ended, you went as close to the pitch as you could and called Pedri so he could go meet you. Every one of his teammates that walked past curtsied and called you two “your Majesties”. But you didn’t care. You looked around, noticing the cameras were all pointed at you, and kissed Pedri.

“Making sure everyone knows you’re just my princess?”, he whispered.

“Yes. And while we’re at it, everyone can also learn you’re my prince”.

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layla4567 · 10 months

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Lingerie

Evan Peters x fem model!reader

summary: you're a well-known model and you're secretly dating Evan. One day you go to work for a photo shoot with a male model and your boyfriend gets jealous.

warnings: smut and then fluff, p in v, unprotected sex, jealousy, fingering, coursing words if you squint.

word count: 2.5k

Evan was working on his laptop in the dining room, you two lived together for months and constantly evaded the paparazzi as they could so they wouldn't discover your relationship. You still didn't want to make it official, you two wanted to keep their lives private and revealing that information would be a scandal. You two already had enough with the people who followed you with cameras in the street.

You got out of bed with your hair tousled and your white silk pajamas, shorts and a lace tank top. You went to the kitchen where Evan was and greeted him with a kiss on his shoulder.

"Morning love"

"Good morning". Evan looked up from his laptop to look at you. "Have I ever told you that you look beautiful just out of bed?"

You laughed delighted. "With this lion's mane? I don't believe you"

They both laughed and Evan looked back at his work and you started making yourself breakfast. You prepared the coffee and you made two toasts, something simple. You sat across from your boyfriend at the table. The sweet smoke from the coffee tickled your nose while your hands felt the warmth of the cup.

"What are you doing babe?". You asked sipping your coffee slowly with your elbows resting on the cold table

"I'm checking my emails, I'll have a zoom interview about the Dahmer series"

Since Evan acted in that series they did not stop interviewing him and doing Q&A meetings with him. Even though you didn't agree with your boyfriend accepting the role, you were happy for him and his achievements and recognition.

"What do you think if after I've done the interview we go somewhere?". Evan asked looking into your eyes waiting for your answer

You were about to answer yes with a smile when your cell phone that was on the table began to vibrate, you had an incoming call from an unknown number. You quickly took the cell phone apologizing to your boyfriend who simply nodded smiling. Your work, like him, also kept you busy and it was very common to receive calls at all hours, so this could be an important call.

"Hello?…yes I'm (Y/N)…..oh, really? in 20 minutes?…but-……ok, ok I'll be there, thank you".

Evan looked at you expectantly. "Well, who was it?"

"Damn". You said with a frown. "It was an underwear company, they want me to be there in 20 minutes for a photo shoot. But it's a very short time so I have to change my clothes quickly before I'm late"

Great, you just woke up and you already had a job. You liked being a model but sometimes it was exhausting. You jumped up and gobbled up what little was left of your toast and ran up the stairs while Evan looked at you funny. You combed your unruly hair and tied it into a high ponytail. You wore simple jeans and a white short-sleeved T-shirt with black converse. You went down in a hurry while you grabbed your bag with your cell phone, keys and other things.

Evan stopped you by grabbing your wrist gently. "Don't worry, you'll do great"

A little more relieved, you gave him a quick kiss on the lips as you said goodbye and jogged out towards the street where your car was.

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You parked your car near the building when you came down you saw out of the corner of your eye a paparazzi hiding poorly behind a flower pot. Asshole. You should have brought sunglasses at least.

You entered the luxurious building and a woman with glasses was already waiting for you, kindly inviting you to go into the room where the cameraman was. In the middle of the room there was a giant white poster fixed to the wall and the floor so that the light bounces and there are no shadows, there were also large light bulbs pointing to the center.

"Hey! (Y/N) (L/N) right? I'm Jim the photographer"

You greeted him warmly with a handshake

"You can go to the dressing room, there the hairdresser and the makeup artist are waiting for you"

There you headed. When you opened the dressing room door you saw the hairdresser already ready with a curling iron in one hand and a comb in the other. You sat in front of the large mirror of lights while she did magic with your hair and the makeup artist painted your lips. A nude color, a little brown shadow on the eyes and a pink on the cheeks to give it more life. You had brought your cell phone and you were writing to your boyfriend that you had already arrived. The hairdresser announced that she had finished, you looked up from your cell phone to the mirror and smiled radiantly, your hair was voluminous and curly but without being an Afro. The outfit you should wear was hanging on a rack, the women left your dressing room so you could change in peace.

A nice set of white underwear. The part of the panties was lace and high waisted, covering your navel a bit, it also had white harnesses that held your thighs. The part of the bodice was somewhat transparent but the part of the nipples was covered by a patch in the shape of a flower, also made of lace, and it had straps that joined at the front. You took a walk in front of the mirror admiring how it looked from behind. very sexy You left the dressing room and saw the same woman who received you when you entered, she was in charge of the brand.

"(Y/N) What a joy to have you here, listen, the photo shoot will be with another model too. I present to you Marco"

Red alert, red alert Who was Marco? Why didn't they tell me beforehand that I wasn't going to be alone in the photograph? It wasn't a problem for you to pose with male models, but you were always afraid of what Evan would think and more so now that the photo session was in underwear.

A muscular man wearing a black boxer shorts walked in and greeted you with a warm handshake. He was just a little taller than your boyfriend and had blond hair combed back with a bit of gel. He wasn't really your type but you couldn't say he was ugly either, your heart belonged to Evan anyway, you just hoped he wouldn't mind.

They arranged a kind of throne in the middle of the room for you two to interact with. Marco sat on it and they told you to sit on him. It was a compromising pose but you told yourself it was a professional environment. You sat on Marco's lap with your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. He grabbed your thighs. Then for the other photos you were the one who sat cross-legged in the chair and he stood behind you holding your shoulders.

When the session ended you breathed a sigh of relief as you greeted Marco, at the end he had been nice to you asking if you didn't feel uncomfortable with the poses and making sure you didn't feel uncomfortable. The manager of the company gave you the underwear and told you that she would send you the unedited photos so you can see them.

You arrived at the apartment that you shared with Evan, his interview had already finished and now he was drinking a coffee.

"Hello love, how was it?" Your boyfriend kissed you tenderly on the lips

You tried to avoid the question by simply smiling and looking away"It was fine as always"

You sat at the table where the laptop was still on looking for the photos that would be sent to you by email. Evan looked at you confused, he knew something was wrong.

"(Y/N) I know you and I know you're bad at lying, is everything really okay?" Worried, he approached where you were directing your gaze towards the screen. The photos had already arrived

"Oh, I thought the session was only with you"

"I know, I know, I thought the same. Believe me, if I had known before that I was going to model with a man, I would have told you"

The screen showed exactly the photo in which you were on top of Marco's lap with their faces close. You were embarrassed and uncomfortable by what Evan might say. He was not the typical toxic jealous boyfriend, he understood very well that everything you did was only professional and he was always understanding, but still you knew that those photos could make him feel insecure.

The more you scrolled through the photos, the worse they got. The model held you firmly by the waist or approached your mouth without actually kissing you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see how Evan's arms and jaw tensed.

"Well, what do you think?"

Evan looked at you confused as if he had woken up from a trance. "What do I think about what?"

"About the photos" You swallowed "Do you like them?"

"Oh y-yeah, I mean, I didn't expect that but you look beautiful as always".

Evan secretly kissed you to change the subject and went to the kitchen to wash the cup of coffee. You followed him and hugged him from behind, resting your cheek on his broad back.

"What's wrong love?. You muttered

"Nothing, why?". His voice was deep and serious, you already knew what that meant

"Are you jelaous?"

You felt his back tense up a bit as he laughed nervously. "Why would I be?"

You decided not to answer and leave him alone. When he insisted on denying the obvious, there was nothing to do.

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The sun was going down and Evan was in his room watching TV. You knocked on his door and when he let you in you rushed to the bed where he was surprising him. You were wearing a black nightgown for some reason and you clung to his arm as you rested your body close to his chest.

"Please, Evan, don't be jealous, I hate seeing you like this for something silly"

"But-.."

"Let me finish! Marco was a kind and cute boy-hearing that Evan became uncomfortable and tensed his jaw-But that's all, he was kind to me and didn't let me feel uncomfortable, but at no time did it cross my mind that he could be better than you or replace you in some way. You are the best I have"

Evan's face had relaxed "Thank you (Y/N) I love you with all my heart and I'm sorry for acting like an idiot, sometimes I think why you chose me or I feel insufficient for-"

You interrupted his words with a passionate kiss, you didn't want him to think it was insufficient. Your hand traveled to his abdomen and where his belt was. Your boyfriend's hand was placed on your cheek and the other began to move the fabric of the robe in the area of your shoulder. He moved a little away from the kiss.

"Why did you wear a robe?"

"Oh, the brand manager let me keep the underwear. it was a surprise"

"Let me see it"

You took off your robe that gently slid down your body until it reached your feet, revealing your divine silhouette. Evan's eyes darted up and down you as he licked his lips. You could tell that he was undressing you with his eyes.

You wasted no time and leaned your knees on the edge of the bed sitting on his lap. You kissed him desperately while he placed his hands on your butt. Your mouth trailed down his neck as he held back his growls. Your hands went under his shirt touching his abs. A chill ran down Evan's back. Your mouth now kissed his ear, your hot breath and your little bites made a boner grow under his pants

"Fuck..(Y/N)..". He moaned

You moved your hips brushing what was in his pants making him whimper in pleasure ."Yes?". You smirked

"I-I..n-need you"

As if on cue, you quickly took off his shirt as you undid his belt and lowered his pants. Now the erection was more noticeable. Evan laid you down on the bed and began to kiss you from your thighs to your chest making you close your eyes with pleasure.

"Oh Evan, you know how and where to touch me". You sighed arching your back

Evan couldn't help teasing you and started rubbing the fabric of your panties near your clitoris.

"So tell me, do you think Marco knows how to do this?"

He began to massage your sweet spot in circles making you squeeze your lips hard until you felt them turn red. Not content with that, Evan scooted aside your panties to find your entrance and hooked his middle finger into it.

"Sorry baby, I didn't hear you"

"No!". You moaned hard, writhing in the sheets

With one finger still inside you Evan began to kiss you softly on your lips. You grabbed his arms tightly moaning into his mouth, and twisting your legs feeling a tingle in your lower abdomen. Between each kiss you whimpered for him to stop.

"Evan -kiss- Please- kiss- This is t-torture"

Evan didn't like teasing you so much so your wishes were his orders. "By the way I hadn't told you but you look beautiful in this lace outfit, it would be a shame to ruin it" So he started to take it off but it had caught on the straps you had on your thighs. Laughing you helped him get rid of them, as well as the top.

Evan lowered his boxer and you couldn't help but look at his member, it always surprised you as if it were the first time.

Without giving you time to react, he entered you and a gasp escaped your mouth. Evan wrapped his strong arms around your back encircling you and you brought your arms up behind his back scratching and holding the nape of his neck. His attacks were strong and merciless, your eyes watered pleasantly.

"You're so fucking gorgeous". He groaned breathlessly

You began to feel how your walls were tightening and enveloping his member, you let out short moans in his ear that made him turn on even more and he increased the speed of his thrusts.

"I'm so close babe". He gasped

Now the moans seemed like howls. You firmed your fingers in Evan's hair pulling it back and making him moan. Almost at the same time you two came. Evan gently brushed strands of sweaty hair from your face as he looked at you smiling. Catching his breath he lay down next to you. Seeing each other face to face, they embraced. Evan kissed you on the head and buried his nose in your hair.

"I love you too more than anything Evan"

And you felt how he smiled, then they fell fast asleep.

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Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x SingerOC

Series Masterlist

05. Toronto

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” CoCo, Maryse’s manager asked her.

Well, no. Maryse thought in her head. They had been having this meeting for over an hour now, and truthfully she had stopped listening after they decided to change which song should be her first single. She just wanted to get out of there and head over to see Jack. She needed a break.

The pair had broke the internet when the paparazzi photos came out from when they got lunch, it got even crazier after Jack’s Instagram post.

“Sure, whatever you say. Yes to everything.” Maryse was over this.

“OH? So you want me to tell Drake’s team that you’re declining his invite to his concert in Toronto next week?”

“Wait…”

“Exactly” CoCo said with a pointed stare.

“Ok ok, I’m sorry CoCo. We’ve been having this meeting for hours now. I know how important this album is, it’s my debut! But you’re more stressed about it than I am!”

CoCo let out a sigh before putting her notes down. “Alright, fine. I guess, you’re free to go see that man now.” She says before shooing Maryse away

She didn’t have to tell her twice. Maryse walked around the table and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed towards the exit. She stopped at the door and cheekily asked CoCo, “What man?” She dashed out the door with a laugh when CoCo threw her pen at her.

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“Urban, stop!” The muffled sound of Jack’s voice came through the door as Maryse stood at the front of his place in LA.

She could hear shuffling on the other side before the door opened and she was greeted by Urban as he leaned one hand against the door. Jack was behind him just shaking his head. “Hey, Maryse! It’s nice to finally meet you when you aren't intoxicated.”

Maryse groaned at that, remembering that he was there that night at the bar. She greeted him with a hug before Urban stepped aside to let her in. As Maryse walked in she wiped the bottom of her shoes on the rug before taking them off and placing them by the door. When she looked up Jack was standing there waiting to greet her. Jack walked up to her and pulled her in for a big hug. Maryse took a moment to take in his cologne, he always smelled so good. Just as they were about to pull away, Urban said from behind them “get a room!”

Jack pulled away before reaching out and punching Urban in the arm. He turned back around, giving Maryse an apologetic smile. She thought the slight blush on his cheeks was cute.

Jack walked her towards the kitchen “I’m happy you’re here. I just wanna apologize if those pictures of us hanging out caused any trouble.” Maryse waved her hand at him, “Jack, you don’t have anything to apologize for. I can deal with fans and the media. Trust me, I’d rather them talking about the two of us rather than bringing my ex up any chance they get.” She told him with an eye roll.

Jack nodded understandingly, before letting Maryse walk in the kitchen first. She stopped in her tracks at the sight in front of her. Maryse immediately turned back around to Jack in shock. “What’s all this?” There was a popcorn machine with two movie buckets stacked next to it. Boxes of pizza, and every single movie candy you could think of. Jack turned his kitchen into a movie theater snack bar. It was incredible.

“Too much?” Jack said from behind her, rocking on the back of his heels nervously. She shook her head.

“You said on the phone earlier that you needed to not think about music for a few hours so I figured we could have a movie night.”

Maryse started to get excited, “Really?”

Jack nodded before reaching into his pocket and pulling out two fake movie tickets, before handing one to her.

“Yes, really!” He said with a laugh "So pick your snacks and then we can go to the living room and pick any movie you want to watch.” Maryse caught him off guard and jumped into his arms and pulled him into a hug. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done. Thank you so much, Jack”

They still had their arms around each other as they pulled away. “Anytime, we all deserve a little break.” Jack said, staring in her eyes before looking down at her lips. He never wanted to kiss someone so bad.

“Uh, why are you guys staring at each other like that?” Jack and Maryse jumped at the sound of Urban’s voice, and stepped away from one another.

Maryse was the first to speak. “I was just thanking him for all of this..” she said and motioned to the food and movie snacks around them.

“Ah, got it! Well you know I did help him with this. I mean, I ordered the pizza. Where’s my thank you embrace?” Urban joking said. Maryse laughed with a nod and walked over and gave him a hug as well. She couldn’t see but behind her, Jack stuck up his middle finger at Urban and mouthed at him to leave the house.

Pulling away, Urban grabbed two bags of M&Ms and told the pair goodbye. “It was nice to finally meet you, Maryse. I’m sure I’ll see you soon.”

“You sure you don’t wanna stay?” Maryse asked him

“Nah, I’ve got a date.” He said before waving goodbye.

After he left Jack and Maryse grabbed their snacks and popcorn before heading to the living room. After scrolling through the movie selection the two settled on Fast & Furious. Jack was shocked to hear that she had never seen the series.

“Wait? So he’s an undercover cop?” Maryse questioned before shoving more popcorn in her mouth.

Jack nodded and chewed his candy before replying. “Yeah, Dom and that other guy are suspects in this case.”

“Oh I see, I hate that he’s lying to Mia. All white men do is lie.” Maryse said, ignoring the look of shock on Jack’s face at what she said.

“Now, hold on—“ Jack was cut off by Maryse who told him hush “Be quiet! I can’t hear Vin Diesel!”

They managed to make it to the third movie before falling asleep on the couch. At some point during the night, Maryse ended up asleep on his chest. When Urban walked in, he couldn’t help but pull out his phone and take a photo. It would be a good story to tell them when they finally stopped ignoring their feelings for one another.

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Maryse was back home in NY for a few hours. She was currently in the laundry room, folding clothes. Her flight to Toronto left in a few hours, so she was making sure she had everything packed and ready. As Maryse was walking back to her room to add more clothes to her suitcase, her phone started to ring. Seeing that it was Jack she immediately answered.

“Hey Jack!” She answered before putting the phone on speaker. “Hey” his voice always sent chills through her body.

“I hope I’m not bothering you.” He said. Maryse shook her head like he could see her. “Of course not, I’m just doing laundry. So thank you for calling. I needed a reason to stop.”

Jack laughed a little on the other line. “I know this is last minute, but I called asking if you wanted to come with me to see Drake In Toronto this weekend?”

There was a beat of silence before Maryse started laughing. Jack had never been so confused. “I’m sorry, Jack. I’m not laughing at you, it’s just that I’m literally packing to go to Toronto for Drake’s concert. So I’ll see you there!”

Jack let out the breath he was holding, happy that was the reason she was laughing. “Oh that’s even better! I’ll see you there then.”

They talked for a few more minutes before hanging up.

Maryse continued packing after getting off the phone. She was even more excited for the trip now.

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Maryse flashed her pass to the security before they let her into the vip section of the venue. Drake would be getting on stage any minute now. Jack has been in town since yesterday but of course she’s been working nonstop since she got to Toronto on Thursday. So she hasn’t been able to see him yet. Jack had texted her letting her know he was already in his seat waiting for her, now she just has to find him.

Sometimes Maryse hated how short she was, yeah she had on heels but she still couldn’t see over the tall bodies around her. Just as she was about to call him, she heard her name being called. Turning around, Maryse saw Jack waving his arm so she could spot him. She quickly squeezed past everyone and run towards him, giving him a big hug before he could speak.

“What am I chopped liver?” Urban exclaimed from behind them. Maryse pulled away from Jack with a laugh and gave Urban a hug as well.

Maryse put her purse on the small table in front of her before sitting down next to Jack. Leaning closer so he could hear her better she spoke in Jack’s ear “I’m telling you now, I will not apologize for how I act when Drake comes out.”

Jack laughs with a nod as the lights of the venue start to dim. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

After the first few songs, Maryse could tell Jack was trying to play it cool, reaching down to grab his hands and she pulled him to his feet. They started rapping the lyrics to each other. Maryse jumped in her seat when the opening chords of Work started. That song always got Maryse to dance no matter who was around. She started grinding against Jack. At that moment she wished there were fewer layers of fabric between them, as his hands gripped her hips tightly. She was positive that her dress was probably riding up her ass in the crudest way possible but she didn’t care.

Maryse’s back was still facing Jack as she continued to grind her hips up against him. Reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, her heart started hammering as he breathed in her ear. Long, hot, heavy breaths.

“If you had a twin, I would still choose you.” Jack sung in her ear. He then spun her around so they could face each other, pulling her into his chest. Thrusting his hips into her lower stomach.

Maryse had never been so grateful for the dark lighting in the vip area. She couldn’t imagine what the reactions of everyone on the floor would think seeing them dancing like this.

The two kept eye contact with each other as the song started to fade out into the next track. All of Jack’s attention was on Maryse and Maryse alone. She loved it. She loved how confident Jack was. It was refreshing. Maryse was falling for this man. She was no longer ignorant to the fact that she liked him. Her brain was telling her to run before she got hurt, but her heart wouldn’t let her walk away. Besides, she didn’t think she could walk away, even if she wanted to.

Jack Harlow had completely taken her.

Their foreheads were pressed together now. Maryse slid her hands up his chest and then to the back of his neck.

“Jack.” She whispered out.

“I know.” Maryse leaned up and placed her lips on his. Jack moaned into her mouth and tightened his grip around her.

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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One of Your Kind (Ch. 9)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10

Word count: 5.8 K

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, depression, panic attacks

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem! Reader

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You were right when you thought that this show would make Jenna more famous than she already was. Ever since Wednesday came out on Netflix she has been going everywhere for interviews and she brought you everywhere because like she said, she couldn’t be without you. She needed you with her always. She was a really anxious person and you learned just recently that she was depressed for a long time before you came along. It made you happy, knowing that you helped each other in so many different ways without even knowing. It always left you wondering, how would things be for the both of you if you had never met? You didn’t know and you didn’t want to know, you loved how your life was now and you wouldn’t change it for anything.

As already said, Jenna needed you everywhere. Being a very anxious girl, whichever interview she had she would bring you with, so if she ever felt nervous or something, she’d just look at you, seeing your smile she’d calm down and continue the interview with this huge smile on her face. As you were always together, paparazzi, fans and more in general people started spreading voices about the two of you being together as a romantic couple. None of you ever confirmed nor denied anything as you didn’t show affections to each other in public, you kept these things private and both of you were glad. Photos were leaked of the two of you looking at each other in a romantic way, or even of the two of you sharing dinner together at a restaurant but luckily it wasn’t anything else. Honestly the both of you took it as a game, you wanted to see who would last more in public without wanting to kiss the other and most of the times it was Jenna the one giving in, because as soon as you got home she’d always be the first to push you against the bedroom door and initiate a hot make out session.

The interviews started becoming more and more frequent, with the two of you having less and less time together due to her always traveling from a side of America to the other. You couldn’t always go with her but when she was in town, you went everywhere you could, on interviews especially. There was this interview where she was noticeably uncomfortable, people were laughing at her even during serious conversations and you could see she was on the verge of tears. The usually smiling Jenna was now only giving small, forced smiles and you hated that sight. She tried her best to seem happy but the public wasn’t making it that easy. Her legs kept shaking, she couldn’t stop fidgeting with her rings and you just wanted to go there and kiss her and tell her that everything was going to be okay. You looked at her worriedly, just hoping that she’d look back at you so you could give her one of those smiles that usually calmed her down, but she didn’t.

When the interview finally finished and Jenna was finally free from that torture, as soon as she approached you, you saw her eyes get teary. “Come here” you opened your arms for her and without hesitation she got into your embrace as she began crying, you could only imagine the amount of pressure she was under and that’s why she insisted on you continuing your career as a director. She supported your dreams and all, but she didn’t want to see you so stressed like she was.

This is what usually happens when you bring that up: “Hey Jen! So my manager sent me this script for this netflix series, do you think I should try send my audition for this role-“ “babe can we not do this?” She interrupted, barely even looking at you. “What- why?” You said, sitting down on her bed. “You know what I think about it… I don’t want to see you as stressed as I am” she said and looked at her phone. “Not everyone is like you, you know… I might never be stressed” you said and she sighed, not giving you a reply. “I thought you supported my decision,” recently you have been talking to her about roles and auditions, and she either didn’t listen or pretended she didn’t hear, and it made you upset. You knew she meant well but it still hurt. “I do support your decision, I just don’t want to talk about it. Do what you deem necessary” this was the answer that led you to not want to talk to her about your career anymore.

The only time she was actually happy to share something with you is when Golden Globes happened. She had asked you to go there with her as her partner, and you gladly accepted. You barely talked about each other anymore, you were mostly there for each other - well you were there for her because she never showed you any support, she never asked how you were doing. Did it hurt? Yes, but you didn’t care because you loved her, and she loved you… or so you thought. She didn’t show it, but it didn’t mean she didn’t feel it, right? Anyway, back to the golden globes. You had agreed to going with her, but once again, you didn’t want to steal her spotlight so you wore something that, only made her shine brighter. You wore something simple, a black, tight velvety dress. This time, being her partner you arrived in the same car. You had gotten a bit more recognition after Wednesday was released, so people also took photos of you, but Jenna was the one shining tonight.

She was stopped multiple times for interviews, while you went around with your business, talking with other directors, actors you have always admired. You even took some pictures with them, and even talked with some casting directors, you got a few of them to send you some scripts, but this is something Jenna won’t need to know. Eventually you saw Jenna being pulled in for another interview, you didn’t get her all for yourself for even a second ever since you arrived, if not for when you were in the car, but even then she was anxiously talking non stop about what could go wrong. “Jenna Ortega every body! You look stunning tonight” the interviewer said and Jenna smiled, reciprocating the energy. “So who are you with here today?” The woman asked and Jenna turned to her side, to where you were talking with someone.

She gave a smile before speaking “I’m here with mi girlfr-“ she stopped herself before speaking again. “Uhm, with my girl best friend, (Y/N)” you had heard that, being not too far away as you wanted to keep an eye in her and make sure everything was alright, so when you heard her words you nearly choked on your drink, making the casting director you were talking with worried about you. She nearly told everyone that you and her were a couple. It would be weird, if people knew but on the other hand you wouldn’t mind, because that meant that you could act more affectionate towards each other. Eventually it was time to get to where the award nominations would be and you sat down next to Jenna, her leg bouncing up and down. You didn’t like seeing her so nervous, and you didn’t care about everyone else at the moment, you needed to calm her down so you put your hand on her thigh, gently.

“Calm down love..” you whispered, you had become so used to this that now it had become routine. Without replying she grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers as she waited to see who would win those awards. Unfortunately she didn’t win, but she smiled and clapped her hands for the winners anyway as she watched the winner go up on stage. You knew she was jealous, and you knew that somehow, she felt defeated. Only when you were in the car back home did she burst into tears. “Honey what’s wrong?” You said as you moved a strand of hair behind her ear, stopping your hand there to caress her cheek. “Am I d-doing enough?” She said in between sobs, you were confused at first, but then you realized. “Babe, you’re doing more than enough, you’re giving the best you have,” you tried reassuring her, but she shook her head. “Then why am I not winning anything?” She looked up at you, seeking for some comfort. “Jen you’re young, the best part of your career just started. You’ll have a lot more occasions, but if you didn’t win today it doesn’t mean that you have to give up”

Luckily you had learned how to comfort her in these situations, but it was never the same when it came to you, when you were in these situations. You really didn’t talk to her about yourself, anymore. Not that you ever had the time to, anyway. She was either always traveling, doing interviews or too stressed, too tired. It didn’t matter if you had something good or bad to tell her, recently - actually, ever since Wednesday came out - she didn’t have time for you, and it hurt. No matter how hard you tried to talk to her about something, anything… she didn’t have time. A day like another you sat down next to her on the couch, a huge smile on your face and you just couldn’t wait to share the news with her “Hey Jen! Guess what, I sent my audition for this show and-“ she interrupted you “I don’t have time right now, I’m working” the smile disappeared from your face and you got up from the couch.

“Of course you are,” you chuckled, pacing in front of the couch. She didn’t look up at you, too focused on her laptop to even hear what you had just said. “Jen, are we okay?” You asked, you saw the slightest furrow of her brows, but she still didn’t look at you. “What?” You sighed once again, as you sat down on an armchair. “…are we okay?” This time she closed her laptop and looked at you. “Of course we are. Why wouldn’t we be?” You were the one looking at her in confusion this time, and eventually you shook your head. “I don’t know. Never mind, forget I said anything” you got up, wanting to head to the bedroom and break down under the blankets, but she stopped you by grasping your wrist. “Wait, hey, it’s okay” she said, having noticed the tears in your eyes. “Why do you think that we’re not okay?” You sighed, and turned to look at her “you’ve just been acting off… I can’t put my finger on it” you looked down. “Off how?”

She didn’t notice. You couldn’t believe that in all this time, she didn’t notice that she was basically neglecting you. “I don’t know, I feel like talking to me has become a chore to you” you looked down, missing the even more confused look on her face. “What? Never! I really enjoy my time with you-“ you interrupted her. “I just don’t think you care about me the way you used to.” There was silence for a while and you felt her let go of your wrist before she spoke again. “I’m trying to.” Trying. She was trying. “Trying? You have to consciously put effort into caring about me?” You looked at her straight in the eyes, a couple tears leaving your own. “Am I wrong for wanting to put effort into us? Wanting to care about you?” She raised her arms, you could see tears building up in her eyes “no, but it should just come naturally! It’s like you’re convincing yourself to be in love with me” you wiped a few stray tears that had rolled down your cheeks, your hands visibly shaking.

“That’s not what I meant. I know that I love you, I just have so much going on in my life and I have to care about anything happening.” Jenna said, and You didn’t know what to say anymore. “I know, and I wish I could make things easier for you…” you said, Jenna took a step closer to you. “You already do, please trust me when I tell you that I love you. Your presence makes me feel at ease, which I’ve never felt with others before-“ “then why does it seem like you don’t want to be close to me anymore? Like we’re drifting?” You interrupted her once again, and she looked down “It’s been really hard for me. I just feel so helpless in my life right now, and I can’t help but push people away when I get like this.” You sighed at her words, moving forward to meet her. “Then let me help you…” you were really trying. “I don’t need your help.” You walked even closer “Jenna please-“ “I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!” She finally snapped, and you were taken aback, flinching from the raised voice tone.

“I’m s-sorry…” you said, your voice now a mixture of scared and sad. “You know what, fuck what I just said!”she yelled, you could see full rage in her eyes and you didn’t like this one bit. “I have everything I want from life, people love me and I am as happy as I ever have been! Wait, you wanna know the actual truth!?” She asked, but it was pretty rhetorical because she didn’t wait for your answer. “What’s really happening here is, I don’t need you anymore and you can’t fucking handle it!” There was silence after that. The only noise, if it could even be heard, was the one of your heart breaking. “Y-you don’t mean that” you spoke, trying to suppress your sobs. “Yes I fucking mean that, I don’t need you anymore, I’m happy without you too!” And as if earlier you thought everything was going wrong, now your whole world came crumbling down.

You didn’t really process what happened next, you just knew that you were now in your car with a bag packed with all the clothes you used to keep in her house, and you were on the verge of a really bad panic attack as you were driving back to your apartment, what she said earlier clouding your mind, your thoughts, everything. The blood pounded in your ears. Your heart thudded in your chest. Your hands shook. Your feet tingled. Your vision disfigured, as if you were looking through a fish-eye lens. You had to get away. You couldn’t stay near her any longer. There was too much of a risk of Jenna walking out of her apartment and trying to talk you out of your decision. You turned the key in the ignition, took a long, slow deep breath, then rounded the corner out of sight. There. Jenna wouldn’t follow you if she ever came for you. You were out of sight. That was all that mattered. You clutched the steering wheel, your hands wrapped so tightly around it that your nails dug into your palms. Breathing was hard. Really hard. As if you’d just run the London Marathon.

Through these difficulties you managed to get home, where you cried harder, your chest growing tight as bile rose in your throat. You ran in the bathroom and threw up whatever was in your system from that exhausting day. You couldn’t believe that Jenna actually felt that way about you. You couldn’t believe that after a year of being together, she was now throwing it all away all because you wanted to help her. You wanted to be there for her even though she didn’t show any interest towards you anymore. You wanted to to love her, yet you just found out that she didn’t want you anymore and it hurt so bad, you didn’t know what to do with it. It all started when you wanted to tell Jenna that you had gotten the role you had auditioned for and that you would be leaving next month, but now she would know nothing about it. Did you mind? No, you didn’t… she didn’t need you anymore, right? She didn’t need you there with her and you had to admit that to yourself.

You had trusted her. You had trusted her with everything about your life, you had trusted her not to hurt you because she promised she wouldn’t hurt you like your ex did and yet here she was, if anything she only hurt you worst than Madeline ever did. She made you fall for her, while she played her little game only to leave you behind when she was done playing. Thousand of scenarios like this popped up in your mind and you just wanted to know which was it, which was the right one, but what you knew was that she didn’t need you anymore.

That month before you left to go act on your first ever TV Show was hell. You were locked up in your apartment, breaking down every now and then and you realized, you had fallen back into depression. Jenna was the one to pull you out of it, but she was also the one that got you back in it. You had lost 10 pounds as you barely ate anything, you tried to eat something but you didn’t have the appetite and you would throw up whatever you ingested, you barely slept at night, too. In one week you probably had three hours of sleep, dark bags now circling your eyes which were ever so swollen, you didn’t even do what you loved anymore, your days consisted in laying in bed 24/7, just thinking about what you did wrong to deserve all this shit in life, tears leaving your eyes all day every day and you even stopped wiping the tears that stained your cheeks, and you just hoped that with this role you had something to help you distract yourself from those dark thoughts that had now taken over your mind.

It did distract you, and you were really glad for it because otherwise you didn’t know what would have happened to you, if you had stayed at home alone with your thoughts, and you were glad you didn’t have to find out. You had gotten a role for a lead character in a Netflix series, that would be filmed in New York city, and it was pretty obvious that you had to socialize with the cast. They were really nice people, but it was almost every time you hung out with them that you would end up drunk, and your cast mates had to drag you back to your trailer. Yes, you dug yourself into alcohol as it was the only way you could momentarily forget about Jenna and what she did to you. If you could talk with yourself one year ago, you’d remember that you hated alcohol. Yet here you were.

Filming took 4 months and you haven’t heard from Jenna ever since that day. She didn’t call to apologize, she didn’t send a text to check in on you, nothing. But you stayed in contact with her mother and her sisters.

Natalie: hello darling. How have you been?

She has always been so nice to you, even after hearing from her daughter about what happened - probably in her own version - she never brought it up, knowing how much it hurt you. She knew you were filming, so she didn’t text you that much during it but now that you were finished, she wanted to make sure you were okay.

You: hey Natalie, it’s good to hear from you. I’m okay. How have you been? How’s the family?

Natalie: I’m good, we’re good. Now that you’re done with filming, would you like to step by at our place, tell us how it’s been?

You: will Jenna be there?

Natalie knew you too well. She knew you didn’t want to see her- no, she knew you couldn’t bare to see her. And that’s why she asked you to go at her place.

Natalie: no dear. She’s in Canada filming. You can step by whenever

You trusted her. You trusted her with your whole life and she was to you the loving mother you never had and that’s why you decided to go at her place. Seeing her house after so long made a lot of memories resurface, but you decided to suppress them as you made your way into the house. “Hey sweetheart” Natalie said as soon as she saw you, giving you a small sad smile before she hugged you tightly. You wanted to break down right there and then, but you managed to hold it in, letting out a shaky sigh instead. you sat at the table in the living room, your leg bouncing up and down due to your anxiety as Natalie made you some hot chocolate before sitting down next to you. “You know you can talk to me right?” She started and you nodded, looking at your own hands “I know” you told her you had been unwell, and even though you didn’t tell her why, being a mother she had learned to read right through you as well and knew that you not being well was because of your breakup with Jenna.

There was a moment of silence after that and fortunately Natalie knew not to push the subject, and she also knew that being in this house where you had all the memories with Jenna was probably a lot for you. “Have you been eating? Sleeping?” She asked, probably noticing that a lot of your habits had changed, and that you had lost weight. “It has been hard… to do both” you said and took a sip from your hot chocolate. “I throw up whatever I eat, I can’t sleep properly without.. nightmares and without breaking down. I can’t go on with my days without thinking of-“ you couldn’t continue, you didn’t want to continue. It now felt as if all of the oxygen had been ripped away from you, and you felt another panic attack coming. You were lucky Natalie noticed, she saw the tears and the look of panic in your eyes. “dear…” she said and pulled you into a tight hug, where you broke down definitely. You were lucky no one was at home except for the two of you because you were really ugly crying.

“I ca- I can’t get over i-it” you sobbed out, and it only made Natalie hold you tighter “I know darling, I know” she said, hearing you sniffle and seeing you this miserable hurt her like she had never imagined. You never talked this openly about how you felt after the break up and you had to admit that it was relieving you a tad bit. “I trusted her with all myself, she’d promised she- she wouldn’t hurt me like Madeline did” you didn’t want to talk bad about Jenna in front of her mother but you needed to vent, and she was the only person willing to listen. “I’m s-sorry maybe I shouldn’t talk about her” you said pulling back from the hug. “It’s okay-“ you interrupted her. “No it’s not… she’s your daughter… and I should leave” you got up, grabbing your stuff as you headed for the door “(Y/N) wait” Natalie said before you left, and she walked to you, pulling you in for another hug. “It’ll pass with time” she said and you sighed shakily again. “I hope so” you said, and finally, you left.

And she was partially right. The series came out three months later and it was a success, your career as an actress had started out brilliantly. You had managed to shut out every negative thought, but not completely. You showed yourself happy and positive for the press, but only you what happened when you were alone. Unlike what Jenna thought, you didn’t feel stressed, if anything, all the attentions only distracted you from your thoughts and you were glad. You didn’t have good friends like Jenna did, but the people that supported you, even without knowing what you’d been through were enough and you couldn’t be more grateful. You kept contact with Natalie of course and you went visit her multiple times when Jenna was out of town, that was before you got called out of town as well, for movie premieres and interviews. You really enjoyed interviews, and being the lead of your series you were called in each of them.

“(Y/N)(L/N) everybody!” The interviewer called and you walked in, the room erupting into cheers and applauses as you waved at them with a big smile on your face as you sat down. “So tell us how has fame been so far?” She asked and you smiled “it has been amazing to say the least. My life has completely changed, acting is definitely my field, way more than directing was. I can safely say that I found my purpose” you giggled and it made the interviewer smile too. “How has it affected your life?” “Well, I struggle a lot with mental health, depression and anxiety. But this has been good so far, it distracts me from any negative thoughts. I’m not stressed, hell I’m happy to be able to go around the world and take part of interviews and premieres. I’m generally a very shy person and no one would tell, but I’m adapting to this life very easily if I have to say.”

“What about friendships? You seem really close with the cast of your new series.” You nodded with a smile “yes I am. When filming there were days where I would be really down, but they were always there to support me. I owe them a lot.” The interviewer nodded “what about the Wednesday cast? Are you still friends with Jenna? You two were never seen alone” the mention of her name kind of left you speechless for a moment. You didn’t know what to reply but you opted for the safest option. “I’m still really close with the Wednesday cast. With Jenna yes we used to be really close, but we’re not anymore. We uhm- we took different paths and didn’t keep contact.” You nodded, showing a now uncomfortable smile. “Any chance you two might work on a project together? It would be good to see a reunion.” You looked down, with that same uncomfortable smile. “Not that I know of, no”

God you hated that interview. You haven’t been thinking that much about Jenna for a long time and now she was back on your mind and you just wanted to get her out of there, but it was impossible when you were both nominated for the same award night two months later. Yep, one of your worst fears happened. You had to go as it was your first major nomination and you knew Jenna would be there. You were one of the stars of the night, and your manager and crew had warned you that a lot of attentions will be on you today. Were you nervous for the night that was to come? No. Were you nervous about the possibility of meeting Jenna? Yes, you were, but you focused on the good sides of that night. As soon as your plane landed and you left the airport, You were surrounded by fans and paparazzi. You had bodyguards but you liked staying there and taking photos with your fans, some of them even cried from happiness when they saw you.

That same night you went to where the awards would be taking place, you were fashionably late, as you had troubles with the hair and make up, and with picking the dress. You had a lot of options but when you saw this dress you knew that it was the best choice and it definitely was. It fit you perfectly, it seemed like that dress was made for you. As soon as you arrived cameras and flashes were immediately on you, and you had to pose for a good 15 minutes before you could satisfy everyone’s request. You smiled and waved, you also stayed serious and posed in different ways but eventually you managed to get away from the carpet and go socialize with other actors and actresses. Living alone meant that you didn’t talk much, and that’s why you decided to take advantage of these moments. You were now talking with a girl- she was definitely flirting. Drinks in hand as you heard your name being called not too far away. “(Y/N)! Over here!”

It took you a while to locate the familiar voice, but when you did you saw Natalie and smiled brightly, immediately walking over as she enveloped you in a big, tight hug. When you pulled back she checked you out and her jaw dropped open. “You’re gorgeous tonight!” You blushed at the compliment. She really knew how to make you feel at ease. “How are you?” You asked her “I’m good darling. Though I have to admit I miss you at home” you smiled slightly. “How have you been?” She asked, luckily changing the subject “I’m definitely better than last time we met. You were right when you said it’ll pass with time” that’s what you said to others, and that’s what you wanted to convince yourself of. Natalie was about to reply to you, when a voice from behind her was heard. “Hey mom, I grabbed us some drinks-“ Jenna stopped when she realized that you were the one talking to her mother. The smile faded from your face as you looked at her. You tried to take your eyes off of her but you simply couldn’t.

“(Y/N)… hi.” Jenna said in a monotone voice, you couldn’t quite decipher the look ok her face but she didn’t look happy. “H-hi..” Natalie looked at you and could see how the look in your eyes had changed. You definitely should have expected that she’d show up, but you didn’t expect it to happen now. ��I- I should probably go, nominations start soon” you said, not wanting to be near Jenna any longer as you went to the opposite side of the room and found someone to talk to, you really needed to get distracted. It was soon time to actually go attend the nominations. “The one winning the award for the best performance by a foreign actress is (Y/N)(L/N)!” You walked up stage, people happily clapping their hands as you were given a microphone. “How’s it feel to be the first Italian actress to win this award?” You were smiling brightly, the light shining on your dress and eyes as you took the award in hand. “Oh my god okay, it definitely feels surreal. Considering that three years ago I didn’t even know English I’d say that I had a huge glow up” you joked and talked for a while more, until you went to the next nomination.

You also won the award for the best new actress that night, you were living out your dream and it was the best feeling ever. You had a lot of interviews in the time span of half an hour, and wherever you went you saw Jenna, for some kind of fucked up reason she was always there, and at some point you couldn’t handle it anymore. After the thousandth interview of the night you basically ran backstage, luckily no one was there and no one saw you break down. You suddenly felt as if all the air had been ripped off of your lungs, you couldn’t breathe, your heart was beating way too fast and you just wanted to scream, but it was hard to breathe, let alone scream. You managed to pull out your phone and text Natalie to come backstage ASAP. Fortunately she did, and she saw you sitting on the floor against the wall, tears staining your face and having a hard time breathing. “Honey what’s wrong?” She asked as she knelt down next to you, a loving hand on your knee. “I ca-can’t b-breathe-“ you said in within gasps for air.

Luckily, Natalie could recognize a panic attack when she saw one. “Okay, listen to me” she said and cupped your face, making you look at her “breathe with me… in, out…” she tried, and you tried too but to no avail. You tried to explain yourself on why you were having a panic attack but nothing sensed came out. “Mom what’s going on? What are you doing-“ Jenna stopped speaking when she saw you in those conditions. You were barely breathing, the look of distress on your face being as clear as water. She only ever saw you like this when your ex came back, which made her wonder. Was this her own fault? Did she do this to you? Was she the reason why you were probably depressed again? She came to a realization and kneeled down next to you, your struggles for air only getting worse as you tried to move away from her. “Hey, it’s me, Jenna. You’re alright, just try and-“ “g-get away from me” you managed to say, not looking at her in the eyes but instead trying to focus on her mother, in vain.

Jenna felt her heart break in that moment, she didn’t even realize when you got up and left the place, getting into the car that would take you back to your apartment. Luckily the awards were in LA so you weren’t that far from home. Jenna now realized how bad she had hurt you. She was too focused on herself, she was too focused on her work and was constantly putting you aside before the break up. She did think of you during this period of time but never enough to understand that she hurt you too much, and she didn’t know if she could ever gain your trust back. An hour passed and Jenna was at the after party with her mother, trying not to think of you but it was so hard when everyone was talking about you, some asked where you were, but were never given a reply. Jenna was taken away from her thoughts when she felt her mother’s hand on her shoulder.

“Jen, there was a terrible huge car accident, a few victims, some are in really bad condition. I need to get to the hospital and help in the ER. I’ll see you at home.”

A/N: well if it isn’t the angst. This chapter had me into tears from the moment I started thinking of it and it came out so good 😭

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Chapter Seven of the Miracle Aligner Series

Alex's POV

"Last night got a hold of me, I can't wrestle free from my head."

"Sunlight banging on the wall, begging me for more."

"Jesus man, at least give us a name of the miracle worker behind these lyrics." Zach boasts and I scoff. "Leave him be mate," Miles lightly reprimands, smiling from ear to ear. I shake my head at both of them and Miles smacks my back. His hand remains where it hit as he leans towards my ear. "But really, give her our thanks," Miles whispers suggestively and I instantly recoil. He guffaws.

I slide the guitar strap from my shoulder and stroll into the studio's break room.

Truthfully, I can't blame the boys for prying. Considering that the music we've been producing as of late has been some of my best. Something about it is just different, and it's becoming rather ominous...

As I sip on my coffee, I contemplate all the ways I could've said goodnight to Jennie yesterday, that would've been far more charming than snogging at her doorstep.

"Mr. Turner!" A perky voice interrupts my obsessive thoughts. I shift towards the voice, which belongs to a fairly tall woman. "Hello?"

"Sorry," she giggles softly, raising her hand apologetically, then extending it to me for a handshake, which I awkwardly accept. "Amy Winslow, I'm one of the owners of this establishment." My mouth opens in an 'ah,' and I nod in acknowledgement. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Winslow." "No, please call me Amy." She smiles brightly and I squint at her overlined, hot-pink lipstick. She continues, "Zach let me in to hear your work, I'm very impressed!" She claps her hands, "It must be difficult for you to write a bad song." I quirk my head slightly at her comment, befuddled. "Oh! That was a compliment, Alex." My mouth makes another 'ah,' and I choose to ignore her suddenly addressing me by my first name.

"Ah, sorry," I shake my head, "I'm a little out of it today."

"That's alright," she says beaming. "I was hoping we could discuss your new record over lunch?" My gaze moves from my mug back to her. "Of course, the others were invited, but they resigned to continue working," Amy exclaims without a hint of sadness, pausing momentarily in thought. "But I believe their lead should take a well-deserved break," she announces decidedly, leaving no room for disagreement. Reluctantly, I respond, "Um, where to?"

...

Jennie's POV

"Jennie! Hoe!" "Excuse me?" My brows furrow and I rise from my desk. As I open my bedroom door, Maggie appears, front and center. "What the fuck," she states flatly, and my brow knit together. "What now Magpie?" I sigh, "Whatever it is, I gotta do the itinerary for-"

Being cut off by Maggie is nothing new, but the picture she shoves in my face certainly is. "What the fuck." I snatch her phone with both hands, bringing it so close to my eyes that it nearly presses against my nose.

There he is, side by side with a tall, in my opinion, flashy, blond woman. "Was he not with you, like, yesterday?" Maggie practically shouts in her confusion. "He's not with her, with her -- is he?" I ask, betraying my typical nonchalantness.

Analyzing the paparazzi photo, I relax slightly when I see the distance between them, and their lack of physical contact. "No way!" Maggie shouts again, "I read your texts, he's way too into you." "You read our texts?" Maggie ignores my question as she begins to pace. "Oh, but you know how rockstars are man..."

"Maggie." I huff and she whirls around the room, mumbling nonsense. "Maggie!" "There's no way! But god! Look at the caption." I scroll up and read aloud, "Frontman Alex Turner seen out on a date with beautiful philanthropist, Amy Winslow."

"ORGGDH!" Maggie's overly dramatic gags are the last straw, and I whip her phone at her. "Owie!" She whimpers, then grumbles, "I'm just saying girl, 'beautiful' is a stretch." I shake my head disapprovingly, "Just shut it, Mag's. It doesn't matter." I turn away to hide my visible disappointment. "It was one date, and it's not like we're exclusive."

"Doesn't matter?" She huffs. "Doesn't matter?!" I compose myself before spinning to look at Maggie. Her wild eyes carry both anger and pity, and I hate it.

"We have to call him." "What?" Now it's my turn to shout. "Just ask him if they're-" "No way!" I practically whine like a kid. "Oh come on Jen! Communication is key babes!"

I know she's right, and I know she can tell exactly what I'm thinking. How vulnerable it would be to ask him, what I would be admitting to him by doing so, and how that's something I would never do.

"Where's your phone." Maggie's deadpan makes my blood run cold. "No." Disregarding my reply, she begins moving around my room, slowly building an aggressive search for my phone. "M, stop! Oh my god, you psycho!" I holler, completely panicked.

"I'm not letting you fuck this up!" Maggie yells hysterically, "You like him Jen!" "I barely know him!" "Don't give me that bullshit, Jennie, give me the damn phone, for fucks sake." Her eyes trail away from my heated stare, and I follow as they focus on my bedside table, regarding the black object underneath my book. Her eyes then pop back to mine, and we freeze in unison, unmoving.

After a beat, we both leap at my bedside table, flopping on my bed, tossing around, fighting one another, trying to stop each other from reaching my phone.

"Mag's, I swear to god!"

"Ah HA!" She takes hold of it, whilst making my pillows, and my books go flying. As she scrambles as far away from me as possible, tapping on my phone, I fall flat on my back.

Then she abruptly goes immobile, face dropping in horror.

"Shit."

"What? What!" I scatter to my feet, dread filling my entire being.

"I accidentally sent..."

"Sent what Mag's?" Voicelessly, she looks up while turning the phone screen towards me. I nearly scream.

Maggie accidentally sent the paparazzi photo of Alex and the blond, to him.

"What the actual fuckkkk!" I shout, "How do you just accidentally do that?" "I know, I know, I can fix it!" Maggie exclaims, with her fake, optimistic smile, not quite meeting her eyes. "I'll just unsend the message!" She pauses, "Except, he's already seen it." "What?" "Just now, he saw it." Maggie states flatly. "I'm sorry Jen, I'm such an idiot."

I look away from her, observing my blank wall. "Well, it's done now." I yell as adrenaline racks through my body, shifting to look at her sorrowful expression again. Her shaky hands clasp onto the phone again. "He's typing."

I shove my palms into my knotted hair, almost ripping it out at the roots. "Anything yet?" I ask after a moment. "N-not yet." Maggie stammers. "Not yet?" I next to growl. Grabbing the phone from her hands, I watch those three dots taunt me. Maggie moves to my side in the meantime. "What's taking him so long." She mumbles, still seemingly afraid of the potential repercussions of her actions.

7:47 p.m. Alex Alexander: She's the owner of the studio I'm recording at. She asked to grab lunch to discuss work.That's all. I swear it.

Maggie lets out a hefty breath of relief, but I continue to read his message over and over.

Suddenly my phone lets out a ring and buzzes in my hands, which makes me and Maggie jump. We gasp at Alex's caller ID as it consumes my screen. "Are you gonna answer the call?" Maggie mutters, eyes training on me.

"I don't know." I bite my lip. "Why's he calling anyways, I saw the damn message." "Cause you haven't responded, and it's been almost ten minutes since he's sent it." Maggie watches me intently. "Jen, are you good?" I shrug her concern away, "I'm fine. I just..." "Like him, and that's okay." She finishes, "He couldn't wait a second longer for you to respond, because he likes you too." My eyes shoot to Maggie's. "Pick it up, take a chance."

Though her words are vague, I know what she's trying to say. "But, you know my pattern M. It won't end well." "In my book, patterns are meant to be broken," is all she says before leaving my room.

8:02 p.m. Alex Alexander: Believe me Jennie. I'm not seeing anybody else, and I don't want to see anyone but you. Please talk to me.

I inhale deeply before clicking the call button. He instantly picks up and my heart pounds. "Jennie?" I listen to his irregular intake of breath. "Jennie, love, say something." "I'm not jealous," is all I can muster, and I wanna die. He sighs. "Of course, I would never assume you were." "Course." Silence envelops the call, and I almost draw blood from my bottom lip.

"Jennie, if you were jealous - as amazing as that would be - I still wouldn't want that, because there is absolutely nothing to be jealous of. We just met today and-" "Well, I'm not so -- whatever," I snap. "Good," He mutters, and his dark tone so close to my ear makes me shudder. I look to the ceiling as I take a seat on the edge of my bed. "Good." A low chuckle echoes through the speaker. "Welp, I'm hanging up now," I declare.

"Wait don't!" Alex stammers out while my finger hovers over the red button. "Why?" "Why?" He quietly laughs again, "Because Red, I want to talk to you." "What?" He lets out an exasperated chuckle. "Don't sound so alarmed, darling. I had a lovely time yesterday." "Hmm, I'm sure you did." I grin, "Player." "Wow, I'm a player now?" I can hear his smile through the phone now. "I do prefer that statement, than the reality where I'm a blabbering fool." "That makes one of us." I retort. Shit. "Oh really? You like it when I'm all over you huh?" "Duh." Double shit. The line goes quiet, and my body floats backwards, dissolving into my mattress.

"Jennie... Can I come over?" I jolt upright. "No! Manwhore!" My fingers slam down on my phone, ending the call. I gasp at my hasty action, dropping my phone, and clasping my right hand over my gaping mouth.

A familiar buzz makes me release my lips and peer down to see Alex's caller ID. "Hello?" I say nervously as I answer the call. "Darling, may I come see you." After a long beat of silence, I exhale loudly, "Sure, but we aren't sleeping together."

"Of course."

Chapter Eight

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𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐑. 4.5 months 𝐀𝐆𝐄. 26-27 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏: timothee chalamet, jenna ortega, billie eilish, amybeth mcnulty 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓: pedro pascal, oscar isaac, emma watson, natalie portman, scarlett johansson etc.

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. single :(

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well, there was a lot of going on in april :)

first: MY BIRTHDAYYYY i threw the whole party and invited the half of hollywood lmao. There was a lot of my co-stars, artists and singers. I did it like there was no tomorrow, the party was crazy, basically everyone got drunk and sang 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' like 5 times BUT IT WAS SO COOL UGHHHHH i love them all so so so fucking much. I caan't take it anymore.

I threw the party back in LA, where i was living since my hollywood debut in Ad Astra, but i was planning on moving into NYC fro like a year. SO I DID IT HAHAHAHAHHH it's so cool and i was so excited, but we will move to it later :))

What also happened: PEDRO'S BIRTHDAYYYYY my favourite (okay, he is not the only one BUT STILL) babygirl on earth turned 48 and he invited me to his party which was so COOL!!! idk how will i move on from this, i met BELLA RAMSEY (FINALLY???!?!?!? UGHHH) and met oscar isaac again (for those who don't know, he's my future s/o but it's a long slowburn lmao ✦ he was also my co-star in moon knight, but we knew each other for like a year before this series) after party he took me out to the city, we were talking and walking around LA for HOURS it was so cute he even bought me a rose literally when florist's wanted to close the shop, then we found out paparazzi took a pictures of us there 💀 they are so annoying i swear. but anyway, i had amazing night and oscar made it even better :')

Emma also had her birthday, but i couldn't show up, because of filming 'joker II' with JOAQUIN FUCKING PHEONIX I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE IT. But i sent her birtday present, which was the whole album of photos that i took on my digital camera on our summer & winter holidays - which i thought was super cute :')

April was super productive in a birthday-way as you can see, lmao

But also other super thing happened! Warner Bros. accepted my movie idea and hired me as a director of it. I'M SUPPER EXCITED TO BRING IT TO LIFE UGHHH

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talking, talking & talking about my movie and me as a director - which was super stressfull for me but everything turned out okay! I started writing the script at the end of april, so until i will write it and it gets accepted by Warner Bros. it will take a while for me to cast people :(( but still so excited for it!

and... MY DREAM ABOUT MOVING TO NYC FINALLY CAME TRUE!!!

i bought cute little flat in Manhattan, and started to plan how to move there with all my things. but you know, i didn't sell my old house - no no no. i would never do that, actually. It's the best house in the whole world duhh🙄. I will be still using it!

My friends helped me a lot with planning the whole 'mission' lmao. Shout-out to pedro he told me to move to NYC and live with rats under brooklyn bridge LOL

ANYWAYYY oscar & i met for some coffee instead of actually putting my things into huge boxes for my flat in NYC which was super cute BUT I CAN'T STAND THAT I SCRPITED THE SLOWBURN MAN.

so freaking annoying. why would i do that. AND ANGST which is also annoying

but yup, he helped me a lot, also bc he also lives in new york, so he can help me there :))

(he gives me a little flower everytime we meet, but we are still 'friends' so it should mean nothing BUT IT MEANS SOMETHING TO ME GUYS. it's super super super cute and i wanna hug him so badly, but i am not doing it bc of paparazzi, those rats are following me and oscar literally everywhere 💀)

the whole may was me writing script for a movie, shooting joker II, planning on moving out and meeting oscar just for 'helping me with this nyc thing'

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'Priscilla' movie with me in main role had its global premiere! I missed this vibe so so so so much, and being on the same red carpet as CILLA PRESLEY had me in tears. i think i've never been more stressed in this dr but she was sooooo kind to me like I CANNOT BELIEVE IT i will have this moment tatooed i swear to god!!!

(i hope this movie will give me an oscar nominee tbh OH WAIT I SCRIPTED IT)

i also got a 2 months break from joker II :) bc they are shooting the scenes without me, so i can finally 'rest' and get my life in new york together

well... beside that, nothing new happened. scripting, FINALLY all my things that i wanted in new york already are there, so week after the movie premiere i moved in :'))

also, i auditioned for some random (lmao) part in new kingsman movie that is in making

from funny things that happened: pedro locked himself in his car LMAO idk how did this happen but he literally called me and oscar to help him before calling the police or smth. HOW COULD YOU LOCK YOURSELF IN YOUR OWN CAR BRO this is too funny to be true. IF YOU COULD SEE OUR FACES

then we grabbed some coffee and went to central park (me and oscar of course were making fun of pedro but who wouldn't)

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I. STILL. DID. NOT. MOVE. ON. FROM. THIS.

my beloved billie want ME to sing with HER on her new single? LIKE WHAT

W H A T

ofc i said yes WHO WOULDN'T

this is ubelievable

i will NEVER shut up about this. we were working on this song for like the whole month, i came back from NYC to LA just to be close to her and finneas, so we would work together in one room, not online. UGHHH I CANNOT BELIEVE IT

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i had A HUGEEEEEEE break from my fame dr but i am back? and im SO HAPPY? i still cannot believe that i truly was there again ;'(

me in priscilla movie? WHAT

me and billie making song together? WHAT

me and oscar living in new york, so i can see him more? W H A T

#hollywood #fame dr #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #quantum jumping #nyc #movies #singer #actress #manifesting

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youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff · 6 months

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After the battle with the decay of angel, chuuya burn out.

In order to help the mafia recuperate from the heavy loss that they suffered he had to take too many mission and work even harder than before, he end up so tired that his ability go out of control to the point that Mori have to order him to take a sick leave.

He remind him than he did an excellent acting job back at meursault that could even fool fyodor moreover it was a while that he though to put Mori corp in the entertainment industry ( with their first project being an odasaku man TV serie, chuuya-kun would be the perfect choice to voice him , he could already see the profit).

Chuuya still love fighting and still see the mafia as his family but he agree ( After being convinced by mori and all the others executive + hirotsu) that it's for best for him to take a break.

He agree for two reason : like that he could still be usefull to the port mafia even if he would be officially temporary retired but would still help if needed and it would honor Lippmann.

And it work well too well if you ask Mori in a rare what have i done moment when elise became a big fan , he quickly became really popular his merchandise sell like hot cakes .

The port mafia is really supportive of their favorite executive new carrer choice, but curiously the special merch commissioned by his fandom keep on mysteriously getting stolen.

The government decide to not do anything against it , after all it's better than him doing criminal activity ( and they all willfully ignore when they spot his merch ( tsujimura and ango being amongst those who possess his merch).

As for the agency, it drive dazai crazy but his secretly the president of the fan club ( and have stolen many merch) , Kenji and Naomi are fan ( even if he don't hold a candle to her dear brother to naomi) and Atsushi have a collection of his photos who feature akutagawa ryuunosuke in civilian clothes ( dazai reaction when he see them was : " Et tu , atsushi-kun ?").

Paparazzi and regular peoples keep taking photos of him with chuuya it got to the points when the akutagawa siblings and chuuya had to do a photo shoot and when pointed out that he look like the guy in the wanted poster, Yokohama citizen just shrug.

As for his collection in atsushi humble opinion , it's worth it to show it to akutagawa if he make this flustered face even if he had to lost a limb for that ( he's competiting with higuchi on who buy his photos and merchandise but sometimes gin beat them both, both siblings have acquired a fan club ( katai, tachihara, Verlaine and hirotsu being among the one who buy gin merch ( with all of them except katai also being part of chuuya fan club).

Dazai is both chuuya number one anti fan and his most ardent fanboy he's also on the opinions that no one should insult chuuya but him and the terror of all of chuuya's fan club, he's also a big fan of odasaku man ( like in wan) but pranked mori big time for what he see of profitting of odasaku even in death .

As for his fan club a bored fyodor who faked his death is amongst them , him and Nikolaï make watch party when they watch his movie together.

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Do We Have a Deal? (A Coco Backstage AU Fanfic)

In which renowned actor, Héctor Rivera trolled a paparazzo by stealing his camera. Inspired by a series of photos of Keanu Reeves running away with a paparazzo's camera.

Author's Note: This was originally written some time in 2018-2019, but I was only able to finish it earlier today (GMT+7). This fanfic is set in an AU referred to as "Backstage AU" or "Actor AU" originally created by imjuanita, in which the characters in Coco are all in-universe actors. Unfortunately, I don't know how to contact her as her tumblr account has been hacked after inactivity so if you know where she is please let me know. However, if you are imjuanita and you are reading this I want to thank you personally for creating such a fun AU. I had a lot of fun exchanging ideas with you!

AO3 link here.

Héctor Rivera is usually the type of person who is willing to talk to you no matter who you are, even though he is arguably one of the hottest Latino actors in the industry. Even after his role in "Coco" as a murdered musician who happens to share his name and so much of his mannerisms that it made him even more famous, he is still willing to send a smile to his fans.

But the paparazzi? Well, that's another thing altogether. He dislikes how pervasive they are towards him, his coworkers (especially Miguel, the kid deserves a normal childhood, after all), and most of all his wife, Imelda. Unlike Ernesto who loves the attention as long as no boundaries are trespassed and deals with paparazzi in a way that is more cooperative, Héctor.... has his own ways.

Like that one time Héctor Rivera stole a camera.

"WHAT THEーHE TOOK MY CAMERA!!"

According to bystanders, Héctor was seen running from the chasing paparazzi with a bag of groceries in his right hand and a video camera on his left shoulder, presumably taken from a snooping cameraman. He was trying to get the groceries as requested by his now five-months pregnant wife, the ever-talented Imelda Rivera, when he spotted a cameraman trying to get a shot of him. Having no time for his shenanigans and interviews for that day, he quickly grabbed the camera from the cameraman's hands and ran with it.

The stout cameraman who owned the camera was barely keeping up. Héctor's long legs only made it harder for him to catch up to him. It wasn't until he saw the lanky actor took a right turn into what looked like a dead end. Huh, he's not very smart now is he, he thought to himself as he walked cautiously into the . He realized too late that Héctor Rivera is a man of surprises as he felt a hand grab him by his shoulders. The next thing he knew, he became face to face with Héctor in a small space between two buildings.

"You're new to this job, aren't you?" asked Héctor. "They're usually good at sneaking around and all that, you were out in broad daylight, amigo."

The cameraman noticed the camera placed right on top of a closed (thank goodness) garbage can. Looking back at the taller man in front of him, he noticed that his eyes are twinkling with mischief. His grin adorned with a single golden tooth just added to the whole mischievous but definitely threatening aura. He could feel his initial confidence shrink with every breath he exhaled.

"I-I'm very sorry, Sir, I was just doiー"

"Sí, sí, I know. You were just doing your job."

"It's just thatー", the cameraman continued, "you and your wife are so private, a-and people are hungry forー"

"Ah, ah, ah. None of that", Héctor retorted. "I understand that your job is on the line, but your company and you should have known better than to go after me. You're lucky that it wasn't my wife you ran into, or else she would had made sure your face meets her shoe!", he chuckled.

The cameraman could only let out an awkward chuckle in return, but while he might not had been raised in any South American countries he had heard of the power of La Chancla. To think that someone like Imelda Rivera would hit someone with her shoes felt off... but surprisingly in-character? He shuddered at the image of her piercing eyes with a shoe on hand, ready to aim it at anyone in her path.

He jumped out of his thoughts as he heard Héctor speak again. "Alright," he said, as he picked up the camera, took off the cover, and started to record a little video. "I'll let you off with a warning this time. I'll give you this clip, but promise me that you will not disturb me or my wife again. ¿Claro? Do we have a deal?"

The cameraman looked up and he saw that Héctor was indeed recording. He had the camera face the both of them, as if taking a selfie. He had his free hand up with a peace sign, all grinning, talking to the camera as if talking to the masses to leave him, his wife, his fellow cast members ESPECIALLY little Miguel alone. He couldn't help but notice the grocery bag hanging down from Héctor's arm that was holding the peace sign.

Héctor looked at him. The cameraman swore that Héctor was really glaring at him, as he cheerfully asked "Do we have a deal?" at him. He could only let out a quiet "yes" and a nod. The taller man hummed in satisfaction, as he turned off the camera and gave it back to its owner.

"Now, be careful out there and don't let me see you again, okay? ¡Adios!", exclaimed Héctor before walking out of the dark alley. The cameraman could only look at Héctor with his mouth ajar, wondering what just happened.

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Weeks later, that clip of Héctor Rivera went viral. Miguel and Ernesto found it hilarious and thought that the stupefied cameraman added a nice touch to the chaos, while Héctor was getting lectures after lectures from Imelda on taking other people's things. Though she did appreciate the praises he sang for her on that video, and for that Héctor deserved a kiss.

Oh, and the cameraman? He got paid handsomely, but quit after three months. I heard that he decided to continue his family business with that money.

#penco draws #penco writes #yupyuypup #coco pixar #pixar coco #coco backstage au #coco actor au #héctor rivera #imelda rivera #imector #ernesto de la cruz #miguel rivera #crossposted from the original post #backstage!héctor

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"Nico for sure used to do karting under a fake name" obsessed with this idea.

Baby Nico and baby Lewis meeting at a karting competition and immediately becoming best friends. Lewis doesn't really hang out with the other kids because they're mean to him and they hate that he beats them, but Nico is nice to him, telling him what a good race he had and inviting him to join her for lunch. Lewis thinks that Nico is so cool. She knows so much about F1 and loves karting too, plus her dad knows so much and is nice to him, which can't be said about all of the parents (I feel like Keke would just shave off his moustache and suddenly become unrecognisable).

Nico and Lewis spend months emailing back and forth, and are always so excited to see each other at karting events. Lewis's sisters tease him SO MUCH about the photos he has of him and Nico, which annoys him so much because they're just friends shut up Nicola! (That's actually Lewis's sister's name btw) Lewis thinks it's a bit weird that Nico and her dad always travel with six really muscular guys (I do think Mika should be in charge of Nico's security), but Nico says that it's just for protection, and once Lewis's dad has talked about it with Keke and is totally fine with it, Lewis stops worrying.

Nico invites Lewis on holiday and he gets to do so many cool things for the first time with her. He gets to ride in a private plane, ride in a helicopter, go surfing and snorkeling and scuba diving. And through all of this he still has no idea that Nico is a princess. Everyone around them speaks in French, which Lewis doesn't understand, and he assumes that when the bodyguards call Nico princess, it's just a cute nickname. He just assumes that all of the weird stuff about Nico and her family is because they're rich, not because they're royal.

One night when they're teenagers, Nico and Lewis sneak out to go to a nightclub in the local town (Mika following them so he knows they're safe). They have a few drinks and get a little tipsy but mostly dance. Nico even helps Lewis flirt with a local girl, and Lewis makes sure that no one bothers Nico. Unfortunately, the paparazzi finds out that Nico is there, and when they leave, they get photographed. Mika steps in to make sure they're safe, but the pretty little princess of Monaco stumbling out of a Greek nightclub with an unknown boy is definitely making the papers.

The family rushes back to the palace in crisis mode to prevent the pr disaster and Lewis finally learns that his best friend is actually a princess. He's a bit hurt that she lied to him for so long, but when she tells him that she just wanted to be normal he forgives her. It does also explain quite a lot of the weird things she's said over the years. Lewis also meets Nico's little cousin Charles who is very sweet.

Lewis and Nico stay best friends throughout the years. She goes off to university, and he's making his way through the junior formula series but they always make time for each other. When he makes it in F1 she goes to as many races as possible. He doesn't win Monaco his first year, but she gives him a kiss on the cheek instead of Fernando, and it brings him luck throughout the year. Lewis is very protective of Nico as her flirting with Jenson becomes more serious, and more than once he warns Jenson of what he will do if Jenson hurts her.

Oh plss!

Lil 5 year old Nico begging her papa to race and her mum is unsure about how they will do it safely without anyone recognising them but Keke will happily shave his moustache because he is excited his little girl wants to share that with him! (And then he would wear a fake moustache outside of the racing lmao)

Lewis not having many friends in karting until this tiny blonde girl shows up and shares her candy with him while talking about the karting race ans she is so nice to him! Also Keke is kind to Lewis and even helps mend his kart after it breaks down.

Lewis and Nico emailing and always hanging out at races until Nico invites Lewis to come visit her when he is close to Monaco. They don't go to the Palace but to the apartment the family own too (Nico prefers it over the cold palace, ans maybe her parents divorced so papa lives there with her now)

Lewis gets to do all kinds of cool stuff eith Nico and he alwsys just assumes it's cos Nico is rich, has no clue for years until they get photographed outside a club and Nico panics so much!

They get whisked off to have the pr team talk to them about strategy and Lewis learns his best friend is the princess of Monaco... he would be so confused and a little hurt but Nico is still his best friend and he understands why she hid it!

Lewis also meeting little Charles who is Nico's shadow and comes ro snuggle her seeing Nico is upset! Cuties!

Nico qnd Lewis continuing to be friends as Lewis climbs his way up in motorsport and Nico goes to university, and Lewis is so happy to have her come along to races once he makes it to f1! He knows there is rumours about them dating, but Nico is like a sister to him!

And pls sksk Nico kissing Lewis's cheek instead of Fernando's (she does eventually give in and kisses his cheek too lol) and it brings him good luck!

Lesis being wary of jenson flirting with nico cos he is such a playboy, but he csn see Jenson is different around the princess, so kind and calm and so clearly in love!

#asks #royal au

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The Ice Child

The media had gone wild.

Jeff Tracy understood – even while he did not appreciate – the nature of the fame beast. And his family’s tragedy had all the ingredients of a media sensation: successful, famous, newly rich father, luxury holiday, small children, death, and scenic backdrops of snow-covered mountains.

So he understood that there would be no escaping or appeasing the media frenzy, all they could do was try to ignore the flashing lights and shouted questions. Unfortunately, almost all of his family – himself included – had had moments where it had all gotten too much, and the vultures got the reactions they wanted.

Almost all his family.

Virgil hadn’t spoken a word since Jeff had dug him, more dead than alive, out of the snow and his dead mother’s embrace.

That was three weeks ago.

Virgil had been cleared of all physical injuries within a week, and they had been allowed to travel home, his wife in a simple wooden casket strapped down in the baggage hold of the private jet Jeff had chartered for their return journey.

It took another week for the appropriate paperwork to be completed, and arrangements to be made for the funeral, a simple private graveside ceremony photographed for the world to see by unscrupulous paparazzi despite the best efforts of the local community.

The long-lens zoomed in photo of Virgil standing next to Jeff before the grave, staring completely void of expression, and Jeff’s hand on his shoulder graced nearly every newspaper, tabloid magazine and television report and talkshow.

The media gleefully reported Virgil as ‘brain damaged’, ‘catatonic’, or ‘traumatised beyond hope of recovery’, but hastily arranged medical assessments showed the boy was physically fine, and it was too early to call him traumatised, a sympathetic child psychologist told him that Virgil was still trying to process what had happened.

She was starting towards getting him back to a communicative state, only then would they be able to discover exactly how badly he had been affected.

Part of Jeff dreaded it.

Right now it felt, though it might be the beer talking, as if he was waiting to find out if his son had really survived the avalanche.

He had a dim memory of a story he’d heard or read as a child, about fairies swapping babies with wrapped up lumps of coal, magicked to look and act like a real child. The coal baby stayed with the human parents, while the fairies took the real child away with them. After a time, the fairies came back, and if the parents had been good and kind, their child was returned, full of the wisdom and graces of the fairylands. If the parents had been cruel or neglectful, their real child was lost to them forever, and the spell on the coal collapsed, leaving the wicked parents with a cradle of coal and sorrows.

That’s what this felt like. As though he had taken from his wife’s frozen death bed a cocoon of ice and snow in the shape of their son. And now he was awaiting judgement; waiting for the ice to thaw and the cocoon to open and from it would emerge …

What?

His son?

Or the coal and sorrow that condemn him as an unfit parent?

Notes:

Febuwhump Day 16 “Came Back Wrong”.

Anything about mutism as a response to trauma, etc follows story logic here. It works that way, because I say it does in the story world. My apologies to anyone who actually knows about this this and should they wish to share information, I will happily learn.

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the Original Series, the Movies (both Supermarionation and Live Action), or the Thunderbirds Are Go Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 1965 #jeff tracy #virgil tracy #after the avalanche #fanfic #my fanfic #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday16 #grief

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jahayla-parker · 3 months

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In Time : Tom Holland x Reader

Chapter 9

SMAUs , click here for warnings and other chapters

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yourusername: From London, with Love ❤️

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hazosterfield: Why wasn’t I invited to dinner by the water? 😢

harryholland64: right?! We’re hungry too, smh

nikkihollandphotography: looks like a lovely day ❤️

tomholland2013: 😘

karinainatlanta: can’t believe he kidnapped my best friend 😩

yourusername: miss you, always ❤️

hollandfanatic17: I see we’re all here from Tom’s share to his story 👀

tsholland4ever: I knew they were more than friends 😍

tomisfineaf: @/tsholland4ever this doesn’t confirm that

hollandfanatic17: @/tomisfineaf did you not see the “😍” caption Tom did on his story when sharing this post, namely selecting the photo of y/n instead of the first photo? It’s confirmed

marvelishious: or his comment above! It’s def confirmed lol

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londonreporternews: Tom Holland and potentially his new girlfriend y/f/n y/l/n have been spotted doing what appears to be some sight seeing today around London

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enews: 👀

hollandspidey27: How do we know it’s her? Her face is covered

mcubish09: probably to hide from paparazzi

hollandspidey27: @/mcubish09 yeah but still we don’t know it is her

danitompson8: fans claim they saw her

rougelover_: leave them be, stop harassing them

hollandfanatic17: more proof for all you haters, ha

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tomholland2013: Home ❤️ xxx

Pc: @/harryholland64

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hazosterfield: And they said there was No Way Home 🤣

nikkihollandphotography: amazing photo Harry ❤️

harryholland64: thx mum xx

yoursername: 🥰 they say home is where the heart is…

yourusername: -but, God I love the English 😘

hollandfanatic17: screaming! Quoting London Boy in reference to Tom? Life is made

karinainatlanta: you’re such a simp for him, I love it 😍

juliet_holland_13: That should be me 😭

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not allowed, interlude | 20220918

drabble: ‘not allowed’ series; fluff, neck kisses pairing(s): est. relationship yoongi x reader x jungkook

You boyfriend found out you take photos of your other boyfriend, but you haven't asked to take photos of him. And he's salty about it! Not jealous. Okay, maybe a little jealous.

is this an excuse for wiyllt to have this photo on the blog again? yes. yes, it is.

“You took this photo?”

You glanced over and chuckled. “Yeah, Yoongi was taking selcas and I was annoying him by taking his phone. What are you doing? And I told him, smile, and that’s the photo.” You half-smirked. “I take photos of him all the time. With his phone, of course. He says it annoys him but he likes it.”

“All the time?”

You sensed… something.

You put your phone down – a difficult feat, considering you were currently planning out your next moves for a particular level of a particular puzzle game that featured seven big heads that you spent too much of your free time (and money) on – and caught those big brown eyes trying to hide from you, but there was no hiding the pout in that voice, or the one on his face, lips upturned to expose the small mole underneath that you loved so much.

You never shut up about it, after all.

You tilted your head at him, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Jeon Jungkook, the Golden Maknae of BTS, known for his big muscles, an even bigger presence on stage, and the biggest peepers of them all (a deadly combination), caved in immediately at the piercing quality of your gaze.

“You… You don’t take pictures of me, noona…” he mumbled, shifting his eyes to his phone, but not really looking at it. A shame, really, because the Instagram feed that belonged to SUGA of BTS was currently on his phone screen. It would have been very easy to tease him, but you didn’t.

“You aren’t tired of it?”

A tiny frown and inquisitive stare. “Huh?”

You let your gaze soften, giving him a rueful smile. “You know I can’t take photos of you on my phone. But, more importantly, you guys have cameras around you all day, not to mention the paparazzi. I don’t want to make you feel like you’re in a zoo.” You lowered your head, running your hand through your hair somewhat distractedly.

“You…”

You let your eyes drift back to him, to messy black hair haloing the handsome face you knew well, angular jaw and slightly parted lips, mature qualities that contrasted the bright youth within those starry eyes.

“Thank about all that?”

You smirked good-naturedly, trying to cloak your embarrassment.

“Of course. I love you.”

You loved to take photos of your boyfriend.

Problem was that you couldn’t because, well, he happened to be a global superstar that, ahem, shouldn’t be dating. You didn’t really care about that (and clearly he didn’t either, especially when he was balls deep) but you had rules nonetheless and one of them was not taking photos of each other with your personal phones. Obviously, you never took photos together either. However, unlike him, you could have hundreds of photos of said superstar on your phone. Thanks, HYBE. In fact, it would be weird if you didn’t. Being a fan of them was as natural as breathing.

That was your completely unbiased opinion as the one fucking SUGA and Jung Kook of BTS.

So.

Anyway.

You loved to take photos of Min Yoongi, yet you never did. One of the reasons did not need to be discussed. It must be tiring, after all, to be constantly followed by cameras and getting your pictures taken by staff and fans alike. Time with him was already limited. You didn’t want to make him feel like he was at work when you were together. Other reason was that there should be no tangible proof of you two dating. And, also.

When you first started dating, Yoongi did not believe he was photogenic.

He did enter the music industry to become a producer at first. His own appearance wasn’t the focal point nor something he paid much attention to – that’s obvious, you pointed out after seeing his audition video, earning you a disapproving glare and a grouchy growl – and then he was suddenly surrounded by idol trainees that were the highest of standards when it came to attractiveness, leading him to think, well, shit, I should at least slap a moisturizer on.

Yoongi never really gave a single fuck about what other people thought, but he was young then and sometimes such thoughts were hard to ignore when it was constant and “part of the industry”.

So, you never took photos of him and he never asked you to. Back then, you didn’t really have an interest in it anyway, especially when there was more time. There was no need for photos when you felt like you had forever. But now you were both older, he was busier, and there was the same amount of time, just more sleep because unfortunately becoming older meant you actually needed it.

Hmph.

And also, admittedly, you both had to grow to appreciate your own bodies. For it was one thing to be praised by another, and something completely different when it came to looking in the mirror. It wasn’t the body, you and him decided.

“It’s whether or not you can look yourself in the eyes,” Yoongi had murmured to you quietly.

“Yeah,” you had agreed, leaning against him.

Neither of you really believed in the boxed-in walls that society liked to put masculinity and femininity in, but it did take a while for both of you to sledgehammer those walls down for yourselves. You had to learn to believe it even though you knew it was true. It had to be done silently and with much self-reflection.

Ah, the joys of growing up in a conservative, collectivist society.

When you finally took a photo of Yoongi, it was already many years down the line and with the addition of another boyfriend, which probably said more than enough about how you and Yoongi felt about the society you grew up in.

Mmm.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking a picture of you.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you as you handed him his phone back. “I haven’t removed my makeup yet.”

“That’s why I thought that you could post it for ARMY later.”

It was on a whim, taking a photo of him. He looked back at the photo of himself in his hand, then at you. Unlike your phone full of photos of his public appearances, Yoongi had no pictures of you. Not even a blurry one. He couldn’t, of course. He could only go to your Instagram and, even then, those photos were more artistic, primarily of your outfits and with your face always partially covered. It was a precaution, of course. The less obvious online presence you had, the better. Internet sleuths were quite resourceful these days.

He placed his phone on his pocket and held out his hand.

“Give me yours for a sec.”

You handed your BTS special edition S20+ to him. “I’m not wearing makeup.”

Yoongi opened up the camera app and lifted his hand. Held your phone slightly above eye level and then those dark brown orbs shifted, looking into yours.

He smiled.

“I know.”

You smiled back and Yoongi took a photo of you.

The next time you saw Jungkook, he had something to show you.

You were in a bit of a distracted mood for several reasons. BTS were preparing for the concert, which meant everyone was busier and more tired from practice. You had your own personal shit going on, being an adult and all. Nothing crazy, but definitely not what was advertised when you were somehow coerced into adulthood. Also, you hadn’t seen Yoongi in a while. Clearly, his studio had kidnapped him. At least you knew who the kidnapper was, and they could have him for as long as Yoongi needed the studio.

Yeah, you were pretty sure that if Yoongi ever got kidnapped, he would somehow finesse the kidnapper into thinking they were the ones trapped with him.

Tongue technology.

Gets ‘em every time.

It should have crossed your mind that Jeon Jungkook would be up to something, considering he was definitely sacrificing rest time to see you, but, then again, Jungkook was a horny man and he didn’t care about rules.

He respected them.

Didn’t care though.

Instead, you nonchalantly let the youngest shower you with affection as you put on your mock grump face (that you may have learned from a certain someone), and then he shoved his phone into your hand, nudging you with his nose as you wiggled about to get a better angle.

“Look at these cute photos of Bamie I took.”

Similar to his owner, Bamie caught off-guard looked like a dork, but a cute, irresistible dork.

“You should get some themed dog clothes for the holidays,” you snickered at the photos of the big snoot, swiping away, ignoring your ribs being sandwiched between Jungkook’s forearms. “Bamie should at least have a Halloween costume.”

Before you could start suggesting every Marvel character introduced in the movies thus far, your amusement came to a full dead stop.

…

You blinked slowly.

This is not allowed.

You usually had a better crafted, snarky thought related to what was and wasn’t allowed, but this? This wasn’t it. This transition from cute Doberman photos to a selca. A normal one, no problem.

This?

This photo was Jungkook in low light. Mirror selca with his right arm raised, his hand running through his hair, lashes lowered to check the camera, shirtless.

Yeah.

Shirtless.

Hence the lack of creativity when it came to your made-up rules for what was not allowed.

You narrowed your eyes. You felt his head shift and suddenly warm breath on your ear. He was hugging you from behind, triumph in his whisper as his lips grazed the curve of your ear.

“Keep swiping.”

Breathed your name in your ear, soft and earnest, making you remember it for years to come.

He was daring you.

Goddamnit.

Unfortunately for you, and probably fortunately for him, you had a competitive streak. Not just a curiosity streak when it came to his photos. You stalking Jungkook’s Twitter tag to begin with was enough of an indication of your curiosity and, ahem, respectful appreciation. And, while you appreciated all topless photos of Jungkook (thank you to that courageous button that freed the goods to the general public), this was a challenge. Jungkook was challenging you to a battle. A ‘keep-swiping-if-you-dare’ and, as he definitely already knew what you would do, you lifted a finger and did just that.

Basically the same selca, but with his head tipped back, lips slightly parted, lids half-lowered.

Casually sensual.

Cocky.

You breathed out slowly, heartbeat racing. Wouldn’t have given anything away if it wasn’t for Jungkook being so close and lightly licking your ear. An uncontrollable shiver slid up your spine. Stubbornly, you flicked your thumb again.

Smirking.

Jungkook was smirking at you in the photo and he was looking at the camera like he fucking knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.

You brat.

“You should take photos of me too, noona.”

He was kissing down your neck, forcing you to tilt your head.

You kept your voice calm, even though inside your inner self was screaming at you to rip his clothes off and punish him, right here, right now.

“Are you…”

Look at that face. Fuck.

“Jealous?”

You turned his phone screen off.

Teeth on your skin. A light, possessive nip. Mhm. The perilla leaf discussion should have prepared you for this side of Jungkook. Yes, the current arrangement was an agreement between Yoongi, you, and Jungkook, and he was not trying to upstage his hyung, but it was pretty clear that the youngest was a little upset at you for this very minor difference.

You raised a hand and pressed his head to your shoulder.

His hand yanked down the side of your shirt to pull the neckline out of his way, and then his lips attacked the exposed skin, sending pleasurable sparks dancing through your veins.

“Are you mad at me, Jungkook?” you murmured.

“I want you to take pictures of me too,” was his stubborn mumble against your skin, squeezing you between his hard forearms again.

You let out a pleased hum, letting it slip into a smokey moan, rolling your ass into his crotch. Hm. Hard already. You rubbed against him, tangling your fingers in his hair as you snickered mischievously.

“You want me to take photos of you with your clothes on or off?”

“Noona!”

“What? You’ve made it clear that don’t want them on around me anyway.”

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