#SHE AIN'T A MODEL BUT CAMERA'S FLASHING

[silverrstarrr]

Normal girl (2)

Note: i just edit this chapter a bit and added more dialog. Someone messaged me and helped me out with a few things, thank you!

Chapter 2:

Walking side by side down the stairs, you took a sip of your coffee and place your herd of keys the side of your book bag. yume was scrolling through her phone on tik tok, drinking from her coconut Carmel ice coffee. You didn't understand why she was drinking ice coffee in mid February, it was cold. It was surprising their wasn't any snow.

Grinning like an idiot, she shaked your shoulder, positioning her phone in front of you–you both watched the tik tok. You didn't laugh at first only smiling, yume kept gesturing you to keep watching, waiting for the punchline. Finally it came up and you both started laughing, you slowly shaked your head placing your hand over your mouth.

"NOOO, nooo. That was so wrong, yall are going to hellll" you whined out.

Yume wiped the tears from her face and continued down the last step. She opened up the door and slid out, you trialing behind her. You both proceeded to walk down the street, where all the park cars were out.

"We riding in rich today girlie, jump in," she lifted up her arm that held her drink, her other reached into her purse and grabbed her car keys.

"I thought we were gonna walk there? It's only 10 minutes." You headed towards her car as she unlocked it and sat in the driver's seat. She had a 2018 dark Grey Nissan altima. You remember her having this ever since junior year, you recalled her talking about getting a newer model since this one was old. Like girl what? Old your ass, if the car still functioning there ain't no problem. White people shit, man.

"Well, it's the first day of sweet college life," she dragged out the last few words, adding a sarcastic tone. Yume tossed her bag in the backseat through the open space from the front, She dropped her drink in the little cup holder as well. Catching up with her, you open the backseat's door and chucked your bag in there–immediately closing it after. You pull the passengers door open and sat down, closing it behind you. Yume did the same–letting out a large sigh as she used her long sleeve to rub her legs, which were freezing.

"Bruh, you were just cold. Shouldn't have wore that skirt knowing it was this cold. Your mother would be disappointed," you moved your head side ways, pretending to be disappointed. You dropped your dunkin' drink in the other cup holder next to hers.

"Y/n, shut upp." Rolling her eyes jokingly, She grabbed the buckled next to her seat and puts it on. You placed your seat belt on too. Automatically, her phone connected to the car, you check over at the screen in the middle. It had the time, the degrees outside and all that other fancy things.

"Wanna play something?" she inserted the keys into the ignition and started the car.

"Yeah, I'll type it in,"

You grabbed her phone, showing the screen to her to unlock it, automatically recognizing her face– the lock screen slid up, revealing all her apps. You went to spotify and played "C U Girl" by Steve lacy.

"OKAAYYY, MS. INDIE TIK TOKER." Yume said nodding her, jamming to song. It was only going to be a 5 minute drive, or 7 if you guys couldn't find parking. She swerved to the left, leaving her parking space and pulling off. You whipped out your phone and paused your music, rapidly switching to snapchat–you heard yume's loud singing.

"I WANNA SEE YOU GUURRLL, I WANNA PLEASE YOU GIRL....GO AHEAD AND BE YOUR GIRL," This girl was jamming her out heart out, steve lacy was her favorite along with Brent faiyaz and many others.

In response, you started cackling as you hit the record button—swiftly turning over it to the driver. Her black ponytail moving as she sang and motioning her head in all different directions. Eyeing towards your direction she sees the phone and leans towards the camera flashing a smile, moving her head side to side—still singing through the lyrics. Yume returned back to the road as she lightly taps the steering, avoiding the horn of course.

Once the quick little vid was done, you added a caption,

"I swear if we crash😭😭💕"

Your thumb jolted between posting it on your private or public. You decided to post on the public story because why not? The song was over pretty quickly as the next one played.

"Who knew white people had rhythm?!" It was obviously sarcasm. You knew she was half Asian but it was fun always calling out her white side.

"Naaahh, white people don't have any rhythm. What you saw there was my miki matsubara pop out". She eases down her breaks– the traffic light turns red. Miki Matsubara? Oh yeah, it's that woman who sung "stay with me". It was a good song, you were obsessed with the chorus mostly. 

You giggled a bit at her remark, you checked your socials once again.

"If this light doesn-" Yume sentence was cut off by the light turning green. She pressed her foot on the gas and carried on with attending class.

                                  ~~~

Pulling up to the parking lot, yume leaned towards her wheel, searching for a place to park. She slowly went down each isle searching for a vacant lot she could snag. You had your drink in between your lips, you took the last sip and shook the plastic cup trying to get a little more. All you heard was ice rattling against one another, dropping the cup back in the holder. You peer out the window looking at the campus, there were a ton of kids, like a lot. Anxiety began spiking up through your veins, this really is the college life, huh? Maria University. It was a school for literally anything, it was one of the biggest universities in the country as well being highly diverse. Yume would be allll the way on the other side of campus while you're slightly in the middle.

"Uggghhh! I regret not leaving earlier, I don't see any open slots." She whined. This was her 2nd time driving around the parking lot looking for a space.

"I said we should walk but nahhh, you wanted to be lazy and take the car." You rolled your eyes as yume, exaggerating, throwing your hands in the air. But you weren't going to be late on the first day. As the generous queen you are, you aided your roomie with looking a space to park. After analyzing for a few moments, you spotted a space and immediately tapped at the window, pointing towards it. Yume car swerved to the left, sliding right into the parking. Taking her keys out the hole, she grabbed her drink and headed out.

"No leaving trash in my car, miss L/n!"

You grabbed your plastic cup and opened the passenger door.

"Yes ma'am," you opened the backseat and grabbed the two bags and closed the door. Beep yume locked her car. She was sipping her coffee but gave a bitter expression when her sweet drink was watered down because of the ice. You looked at your phone, checking the time:

                             8:38 am

                 Monday, February 18th

                                                               38m ago

Kittykiller27, prettygirlnene liked your photo

                                                               45m ago

[Andyhas]: CRONA BECK started following you and 48 others.

Your phone was blowing up from insta notifications. It was time for class and you weren't sure how long it'll even take you to find your classroom. Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you handed yume her own, which she grabbed. You both were speed walking, despite her coffee being ruined she still continued to drink it. It was for the caffeine you guessed. Reaching the sidewalks, it was time to part ways. Yume turned her face towards yours pouting.

"We're leaving each other nooww," she stuck out her bottom lip staring at you. You grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to you. Her arms slithered around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder–giving you a warm hug. You returned the hug by grunting and holding her tightly.

She started giggling and patted your back a few times, you released your grip and she started to jog in the other direction while looking back, waving at you. You waved back hollering a "BYEEEE!" A trash can was next to you so you dumped your empty dunkin' there.

It was now time for your own adventure, to find this damn classroom. You click the play button on your phone's lock screen, "baby powder by Jenevieve began playing. (Play the song whores👩🏾‍💻)

Walking downwards to the left side of campus, you searched for a pair of doors to go inside of. At this moment, you regretted not going to orientation. That day you were busy setting up your website for your makeup line. You haven't released any products yet, but you had plentiful of ideas and themes you wanted to do. Since it was black history month, maybe you'll drop something as simple as a face cream to help clear and brighten up the skin. But you discarded that thought because you weren't anywhere near ready to start your own small business. Plus, you had bigger things to worry about.

Standing in front of double doors, you grab the handles and pulled it back, you stepped inside while students behind you did the same. You came in slowly, admiring the interior. It was hella spacy with paintings and photos hanging along the walls. Students were roaming the hallways going back and forth from classrooms. Most of the students seemed to be in some sort of costume, or they were dressed fairly well like they were models. You didn't know the directions to your designated class, so you took up the courage to ask someone. You turned to search for someone who didn't seem busy, since most people were rushing to class. Finally you laid eyes on q girl leaning against the wall, typing on her phone. She had long pink acrylic nails, her blonde hair tied into a low ponytail, which complimented her pale skin tone. She had a gold nose piercing on the right nostril.

She seemed nice enough, so you decided to approach her.

"Um excuse me, do you know where Mr. Fargo's class is at?"

The blonde girl averted her eyes from her phone, now focusing on you.

"I'm not really sure—um, I believe it's down that way." She pointed to the right of her.

"Mr. Fargo, he's teaches cosmetic right?"

"Yeah," you replied

"Then I think it should be down there." She scrunched her face in a confusing manner, meaning not to take her word for granted. But you couldn't care less, it was worth a try.

"Ight, thank you." You bid her goodbye. Oop. You accidentally switched your lingo. You were used to speaking in AAVE but you knew how to change your tone and wordplay around others who weren't African American. The girl didn't seen to notice so you just continued down the hall.

"Down... here right..? Yeah this is the way," you murmured to yourself while you strut down the hall. Then turned left as the lady told you. You were now at a hall with multiple doors. Out of all them, you forget the most important, class started in five minutes. You looked to the left as your braids swayed with your movement, then searched to the right. You walked down the hallway, stopping at the fifth door on the left. You were hesitant with grabbing the door, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself walking into the wrong room as all eyes are on you. You pulled out your phone and texted yume.

(I did a different message format just in the previous was confusing)

                 colonizer but times 2��🏻‍🦲

       

                        I'm so lost, this is embarrassing.

Lost? What happened

                        

                               Idk where my class is

                             & its starting in a few

You don't know where?? Bruh

Ask someone, im sure they'll help you

                              I did...but she didn't tell me

                                    which class it was😭 all.

she said was "down the hall"

BYEE LMAOO

Uhh

Just open the door you think it is😋       

                      UH- HUH🧏🏾‍♀️ YOU SETTING ME

                               UP FOR FAILURE.

     

       Imagine going into the wrong class and

                 all you see are eyes 👁👁

Girl, half of the people won't even see you again on campus👩🏻‍🏫

If you don't recognize the teacher, try to ask a student close to the door for direction

         Okay, im blaming you if I make a fool.    

                           outta myself 😟

                        Read at 8:43 am

(Play quicksand by SZA rq 👩🏾‍💻)

You decided to take your roomie's advice and pick a class, which you already did.

You dropped your phone back into your jacket pocket and swung open the door–you were prepared for the stares. The classroom was vacant, not even a teacher in sight. Just a bunch of stools and white pull down screens. You saw a few cameras standing in front of these screens. "Was this the photography class or sum?" You mumbled to yourself.

And well, eyes were on you but it wasn't a herd as you expected, just one. Sitting on one of the stools in front of the door, was pale skin boy with long brown hair. It rested at his shoulders, some of it covering his face even. He seemed around 6ft, or 6 ft 2? You couldn't really tell since he was sitting.

He had on some black jeans with a black long sleeve sweatshirt as well with a beige greenish short sleeve unbutton shirt rested on top of it– a long golden key necklace dangled from his chest. His hands were sitting between his lap, you noticed sliver rings on them.(his outfit for people who need help visualizing) The teal eyed boy was also rocking black & white air Jordan 1 retro, literally the same as you.

You screamed internally at how fine this man looked and he had shoe gang? Uggghh. Class been started and you were going to be late on your first because this OBVIOUSLY wasn't your class. You decided to break the awkward silence and speak,

"Hey, um, is this Mr. Fargos class?" You stepped more into the classroom for the brunette male to hear you.

"Wrong one, babe. His class is in a totally different building." A different building?! You wanted to die right there and then, especially after hearing him laugh after his statement. Not just the wrong class but the wrong building? Bye–you're so stupid. His eyes scanned your body, his eyes lingered a bit longer at your shoes–it seems he noticed. A smirk appeared on his lips after finishing his quick outfit interrogation–wait, did he just call you-? I-, yes he did. You tried your best to hide your smile and not react.

"O-ooo, I got it. Thanks" Eren released a small chuckled seeing your reaction, he could tell you were caught up with the little pet name.

"I'll walk you over there." He got off his stool and walked towards your direction.

"I-, nah it's good, I got it." You said in defense not wanting to bother him. He didn't respond and just passed by you, exiting the classroom. He held onto the door, looking at you.

"You coming or no?" He was so nonchalant with it everything. You smiled a bit and walked out the class alongside with him. He released his grip once you were out and started trialing behind you.

You paused for a moment because you didn't know where you were going. You turned back to look at him, he caught on and let out an "ah". He quickly got in front of you as you proceeded behind him.

"So," he said.

"What?" You replied. Why did he start a sentence and not finish it? Was he expecting you to start the conversation, weirdo. You just wanted to get to class l.

"Oo, sassy are we?" He raised a brow.

"What—? boy, say what you wanna say."

Once again, he let out a chuckle, flashing you a small. God, was his laugh attractive.

"You're into makeup and stuff?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I'm into 'makeup and stuff' " You said the last few words in the mocking tone, referring to what he called cosmology.

"That's good, at least I'll be seeing you often."

"Often? Oh, are you in that major also?" You said.

"No...Do you really not know anything?" He made you feel dumb by his response. How were you suppose to know what he meant? You clicked your teeth and started walking ahead. You pushed back the door that lead to another hallway and walked towards the end to push the second door that lead to another building.

The brunette boy watched as you left him behind in the dirt, waiting for the moment you'll turn the wrong corner—so he could tease you about it then correct you.

It wasn't too long till you reached your destination, you both stopped in front of the class's door.

"Well, see you. I hope you don't make snarky remarks to every girl you meet."

"Nah, only you princess." He had a smirk on his face, ooo! You wanted to wipe it off.

You glanced at him and his eyes were already on you, you broke eye contact and reached for the handle.

"Wait–" you whipped your heard back.

"Yeah?"

He cleared his throat

"Name's Eren," you let out a small giggle, did he really just stop you to say his name? Puhleasee. Hearing your laugh, his face brightened up and kept his eyes on you.

"Okay, Eren~. Thank you for walking me, I gotten get to class now."

You opened the door and stepped inside. Eren didn't even get a chance to ask your name. Luckily for him, your major mingled a lot with his own, he could only hope to see you again around campus.

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Authors note: UGHHH, I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT FOR THIS just to pass out a few hours before school started. 🥲 I wasn't even paying attention in English and math class, but hope yall enjoyed <3.

Pt 3

[yukiobeyme]

The Obey Me! Brothers reacting to MC in a wedding dress? Like they ain't get married or dating, but she's modeling one for someone? I just feel like it would be really wholesome uwu

This was super cute and I love it! I also went as far as finding the dresses I think the boys would like/ what I see as a possible dress I see their bride wearing. So that being said the is a Fem!MC.  I am totally down for talking about what my process was with picking the dresses too! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy!!

It was another one of Diavolo’s stupid ideas, he wanted the House of Lamination to do a modeling gig. Which in all honesty you didn’t mind, until you found out it was a wedding theme. You would end up taking photos with each of the brothers, all in different dresses. Mammon seemed to be the only one excited, he talked forever about the perks about being on a photoshoot and the amount of money that you could earn, especially because this was a popular wedding magazine in Devildom. You were torn in your emotions, in the end, Mammon’s excitement was contagious to a point, but you sided with the other brothers that this was ridiculous and must have crossed some line. Diavolo told you that the dresses were picked out with the brothers in mind and he even joked that the magazine’s article was about the seven most eligible bachelors in Devildom, telling you not to worry more than likely that your face wouldn’t be captured.

When you got to the photoshoot location, you were quickly whisked away to have your makeup and hair done. You made small talk with the makeup artist and the stylist, “I’m so jealous you get to take a picture with Lucifer. In a wedding dress no less!” The make artist told you, the stylist let out a laugh, “I’m more jealous of the idea of getting a picture with Mammon. He is so dreamy,” the stylist flashed you a smile. While the comments about the brothers made you a little nervous, you soon feel into a more comfortable topic as they finished their jobs.

You then were ushered to the edge of the stage, there were bright lights and demons everywhere making sure it was running smoothly. As you step out into the light you saw…

 Lucifer:

Lucifer had his usual scold on his face, if anyone was the most annoyed about this it was Lucifer. He was staring straight ahead and caught your eyes quickly and he seemed to freeze for a second. You slowly made your way towards him, trying to recall the walk you were taught moments ago. Before you could react, the first camera flashed, capturing the look of Lucifer’s face seeing you.

Once you were close enough to Lucifer, he outstretched his hand to you and pulled you to his chest.

“You look gorgeous, MC,” Lucifer whispered in your ear, another flash appeared.

The director spends time giving orders, from simply holding hands and looking in each other eyes to slow dancing together. The whole time, Lucifer watched you, but not in a way that made you uncomfortable but, in a way, you could say you truly felt beautiful and breathtaking in the gown. It was a Royal Wedding inspired dress and you couldn’t help but think that it was fitting for Lucifer.

When you were slow dancing with each other Lucifer held you close, giving you guidance and encouragement. When he spun you and dipped you, you shouted his name in surprise and let out a laugh that he returned. For those few moments, you forgot about the cameras’ flashes and simply basked in each other’s company.

Mammon:

Stepping out and seeing Mammon’s face go into complete shock before looking away and blushing like crazy. His reaction alone made it worth being dragged into this mess of a photoshoot. You watched as the cameras went off capturing Mammon’s face

“Hey,” Mammon’s voice cracked when you finally reached him. You gave him a soft smile, “Hey yourself, you look good,”. You took his hands into yours as directed and you could tell Mammon’s hands were warm and sweaty.

“Are you Nervous?” You asked quietly, concerned about him.

“Ugh no, it’s just the lights are hot,” Mammon rushed to justify, the redness in his cheeks continued strong. Unlike Lucifer’s there wasn’t a dancing portion of the shoot, instead, you were posed to look like you were in the middle of the dance. You soon found out that it was because Mammon is known to have two left feet when he was nervous. You ended up making Mammon laugh, the director gave a queue, but you missed it. Seeing Mammon’s face light up, you couldn’t help but join you. Once the shoot was over, the photography allowed you and Mammon to see some of the pictures.

“You really do look nice,” Mammon said, freezing and blushing when he realized what he said, “by me, of course!” he added trying to save himself from embarrassment.

Leviathan:

Levi looked as nervous, if not more nervous than you currently felt. He was looking down at his feet, twisting his hands, but you could clearly see his cheeks were bright red.

“Levi?” you whispered, gently resting your hand on his. He looked up at you and his eyes became large as he took you in.

“Wow…” Levi started flushing more, “I mean you clean up nice for a normie,” he added trying to hide his surprise and emotions.

“You clean up nice to for an otaku,” you teasingly replied to him.

“Relax Levi, we are in this together,” you squeeze his hands in reassurance. Levi nodded and tried to relax his shoulders. You decided to distract him from his nerves, you pressed a friendly kiss to his cheek. His face lit up bright red but it seems he also relaxed.

“What was that about?” Levi whispered harshly, looking at you like you had an extra head.

“I needed you to relax,” You replied. Smiling brightly as the cameras continued to flash.

Satan:

Satan was draped over a chair reading when you stepped out. He was engrossed in the book and didn’t look up when you approached him. He finally looked up when you cast a shadow over his book. When he looked up, Satan’s face was full of surprise and he dropped the book. That was when there was the first flash of the camera.

“MC?” Satan whispers and scrambled to Satan up to look at you.

“Yea?” You looked at him concerned and then shyly looked away from him. That didn’t last long because Satan caught your chin and tilted your head up, another flash.

“You look gorgeous, the dress suits you well,” Satan swallowed a little hard and looked nervous as he told you that. Much like Lucifer’s shoot, you and Satan had a dancing portion. Surprising Satan could dance really well, pictures were taken when he dipped and twirled you around.

Asmodeus:

“OH MC You Look Gorgeous!” Asmodeus exclaimed as soon as you were in his sight.

“Give me a twirl sweetheart!” Asmodeus helped you spin, so he could take in the dress. Asmodeus has a huge smile on his face and seemed to enjoy not only the attention of the photoshoot but also how you looked in the wedding dress.

“Just ignore the flashes, just focus on me and having fun,” Asmodeus whispered as he saw you tense up every time the camera flashed. Asmodeus decided you were relaxing enough, so he let his fingertips brush on your exposed back which made you laugh, “Asmodeus,” you yelp, bringing your hands to rest on his chest. It worked though, you were relaxed and had a huge smile on your face, and Asmodeus has a matching one.

“I think you should keep the dress,” Asmodeus whispered to you near the end of your shoot together.

“I need to get a picture of you in this dress for Devilgram,” Asmodeus said, flashing you puppy eyes hoping that begging you would work.

“Only if you join me,” you finally agreed.

“Of course, dear” Asmodeus gave you a peck on the cheek before you were whisked away to get changed into the next dress.

 Beelzebub:

You shyly stepped out; this wedding dress was gorgeous. There was something so simple and romantic about it and you were concern what Beelzebub would think.

When you finally were in his sight, you watched as Beelz’ eyes grew to the size of saucers and his mouth agape.

“Wow, MC” Beelz finally said, offering you his hand.

“Thanks, Beelz,” you took his offered hand and he pulled you closer to him.

“You look sweet enough to eat,” Beelz whispered to you. You chuckled before you looked at him a little concerned. It wasn’t the first time Beelz talked about eating you and you just had to look to make sure he was joking. When you saw him chuckle, you relaxed knowing he was only messing with you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before scooping you up bridal style and ignored how the cameras started to shutter repeatedly.

Belphegor:

Belphegor looked uninterested and relaxed. He was looked like he was ready to leave and hated to be there. When you stepped out towards him, he looked surprised and flashed you a small smile.

“You look nice MC,” He said when you were close to him. He offered you his hand and pulled you close to him.

“I adore the sleeves and the train,” He said pulling back a little taking in the dress and you.

“Thank you, I like them too,” You gave a slight twist to show how the dress flows and flutters at the movement. He chuckled at your enthusiasm and nonchalantly looked at the photography so you could be directed on how to pose for the photos

Two weeks after the photoshoot in the wedding dresses with the brothers, the magazines came out. The headliner beginning “The Seven Most Eligible Bachelors in Devildom,” You couldn’t help but laugh at the brothers’ surprised faces. Lucifer’s face was the first to change to angry followed by Satan’s.

“I mean, Diavolo told us that. Though I thought he was joking,” you told them, taking the magazine flipping through all the pages. Seeing information about the brothers and much like Diavolo told you, your face was hardly shown, it focused more on the appearance of the brothers getting married and allowed the reader to insert them as their bride.

[swinterr]

Valerie II

before reading the story please take note of this:

viviane valentin is played by the beautiful irinashayk

and vernon valentin is played by this greek god—francisco lachowski

Before Valerie and her family went to LA. Valerie cleaned up her closet, taking out everything that reminds her of Shawn. I mean if you want to move on you need to forget right? How could you forget if you still have some things that reminds you of you ex.

Picking up Shawn’s Harvard hoodie, she remembers when she got accepted to the school.

Valerie is sitting between Shawn’s legs the couple are in the living room on their condo, Valerie recently applied to Harvard University. Her mom wants her to be a model but she wanted to finish college first.

“Shawn stop moving your makin’ me nervous.” She placed her laptop in her lap and cuddled close to Shawn.

As Valerie opens her laptop Shawn keeps on kissing her neck and cheeks. “Dudeee, stop it.” Valerie whined.

“I can’t you’re so cute, I wanna be with you forever” Shawn hugs Val closer to him, if that’s even possible.

“Stop being sappy, you’re making me blush”

I wanna be with Shawn forever too.

Valerie is again tearing up as she reminisce the memory. She misses him so much.

Then she saw his HEAVEN shirt that she loves so much Shawn gave t to her.

Shawn is sitting at the railing while he is having a little photoshoot.

“Can we take a break I’m tired, I need my girlfriend’s kisses.”

“Val come heree.” Shawn whined.

He looks so cute, dressed in blue jeans which is new and kinda hot and white shirt that says HEAVEN, well heaven indeed he looks like an angel.

Shawn smiles as he sees Valerie making her way to him. He is about to get off the railing to get Valerie but she stopped him by placing her hands on his thighs.

“Lovee, you look so fucking cute. I can’t even.” Valerie rub his thighs softly as he pulls Valerie closer he gave her this lovesick smile that is only reserved for Val and only for Val.

He gives Valerie an eskimo kiss before he softly kisses her lips.

“Val, lets go mum and dad are already in the car.” Vernon knocked the door, ruining the moment she thinking of and soon two little kids came inside her room and began attacking her with hugs and kisses.

“Valaliii!” baby Milo shouted. Kids are great, they don’t know anything except be happy. They haven’t felt the cruel side if the world. Valerie wished she never grew up.

“Let’s go babes, nana and papa’s waiting for us at the car.” Jess said taking Laslo and Milo’s hands.

Valerie placed the box full of Shawn’s shirt and his gifts to her beside her bed.

-

Meanwhile, Brian saw Valerie message to Shawn backstage. The guys are rehearsing Señorita, how ironic.

Brian walked to the arena and sat on one of the amplifier.

In the middle of the break, Brian though it will be the good time to speak to Shawn.

“Shawn c’mere!” Brian shouted even though Shawn is like 3 feet away from him.

Shawn rolled his eyes at him then sipped his water.

“So you and Val broke up?” Brian ask straight forward. Brian is like a Prose he does things straight forward.

“Huh? When” Shawn wondered, he knew Val texted him but he don’t know what’s the content of the text

“Dude you asshole! She broke up with you through text.”

“It’s okay, she will come back to me eventually.” Brian rolled his eyes at him, he never knew Shawn could say something like that.

“You’re fucked dude.” Brian just walked out, he cannot deal with Shawn right now.

-

The Valentin’s have separate private jets for themselves. As you know Vernon has 2 kids plus his wife, they have their own jets so is Viviane and her family and Valerie’s parents. Of course Valerie has one too, but she doesn’t want to be alone. 5 hours in a jet without talking to someone, she usually talks to Shawn in this case but she guess that will never happen again.

“Bye mommy, bye daddy have a safe flight I love you.” Val waved at her parents and blew a kiss.

Her plane is the last one to take off resulting that she will be the last one to arrive at Los Angels later.

Valerie locked herself in a small room on her jet, she just cried and sleep the whole 5 hour flight.

Eh not really she woke up after a 3 hour sleep and she got nothing else to do so she took some pictures of the clouds and herself, Shawn always says that he is lucky to have her as his girlfriend, he also said that he likes her big plump lips and her cute button nose— just like how he describes it. She also read some books.

By the time the jet will be landing, Valerie fixed her outfit and put on a eye cream hoping that her puffy eyes will magically disappear and put on a concealer under her huge ass dark eyes, that what you get when you break you with boyfriend for 3 years kids.

She is wearing a Alexander Wang crop tee, and Adidas Original sweatpants a pair of worn off white Saint Laurent sneakers and an Off-White handle bag paired (also with an Off-White luggage, packed with all of her things but she doesn’t have this luggage right now)

This particular week is so hard for Valerie, maybe the fact that Shawn and his girlfriend and are in the same city.

Or maybe there’s a chance that they will bump into each other.

Or that she will break down if she see them.

Her family are probably in their way to their houses. And now she’s alone.

The good thing about having a known parents are you have security around you when you are in a crowded place.

The kind flight attendants waved her goodbye as she step down to her jet, she can finally receive messages from her family.

From: Mama 💕

Hey sunflower, Anwar said he’s gonna pick you up at the airport today. We are already at the house, next to the Hadid’s. I love youuu 💞

Valerie smiled at the sweet text she got from her Mom. She waited at the baggage carousel in the VIP section, she immediately sees her Off-White bag.

She’s in LA, it finally hit her. Paparazzi will flash their big cameras at her, some throwing rude questions, some may shove their cameras at her. Fear spread all over her body by the thought of it.

“Yowww, my favorite Latina is heree. BabyVal I miss youu.” Anwar Hadid, 20 years old. Valerie is still older but Anwar likes to act older, but he still thinks like a kid.

“I’M NOT LATINA!! I’M ITALIANA! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT!” Every time— literally every time they see each other Anwar always calls her Latina.

To clear something Valerie’s doesn’t have beef with Latina’s, she is just mad about Anwar miss understanding her ethnicity, they’ve know each other since they were kids and yet Anwar still doesn’t know her ethnicity.

“Eyyy doesn’t be mad at me baby, I’m sorry okay.” Anwar laughed lightly. He always like to tease Valerie because they’re close- almost the same age.

They call each other baby girl, baby boy, babe and baby. Their parents though that they will be in a relationship when they turn older. It is normal for them to call each other like this. Shawn doesn’t see this bad too, I mean he calls her fans honey and other cute stuff.

Valerie hugged Anwar so hard that Anwar moan on how tight Val hug is.

“I’m sorry I just need a hug so badly.” Valerie mumbled on Anwar’s chest, still not letting go. Valerie is around 5’6 and Anwar 6’1.

Anwar basically grew up with Val, so he is very close to him. When the news blew up about their relationship, Anwar was furious. He met Shawn a few times and for Anwar he seems the perfect match for Valerie.

“You’re okay Val right?” Anwar brushed Valerie’s hair that was on her face when she let go of him.

Valerie’s eyes is already glistening with tears. Anwar though that Valerie is pretty, Shawn is stupid to let her go.

“Shall we go baby, I got some news for you at the car. Now let’s brush those tears away, he doesn’t deserve to be cried on.” Anwar held Valerie’s cheeks as he brush her tears away around her eyes. He helped her carry her suitcase and she carried her bag.

Valerie latched herself on Anwar’s arm as they went outside and Val was right, Val wore a Marc Jacob bucket hat hoping that it will at-least cover up some flash form their cameras.

Paparazzi throwing questions about her relationship.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT SHAWN AND CAMILA!?” they look good together.

“HOW DO YOU FEEL RIGHT!?” terrible.

“ARE YOU STILL TOGETHER!?” I don’t even know.

“WHAT CAN YOU SAY ABOUT THEIR NEW SONG, IT’S A HIT!?” good for them then.

“IS ANWAR YOU NEW BOYFRIEND!?” fuck off asshole.

Sometimes Valerie wanted to speak up when they throw questions at her but she stops herself before she say something stupid.

Speaking while angry is a big NO for her.

At last they safety got to their ride, her Jeep Wrangler. Some Shawn’s fans say that there are goals because they have the same car.

“Wait isn’t this my car?” Val looked at Anwar at the back who was putting her luggage at the back.

“Yep, I stole it.” Anwar said and shuts her back part of her car before Val can even say a thing.

“Jeez, please be careful of my Jeep.” She whispered and rolled her eyes at Anwar.

Anwar and Valerie are finally on the road but still paparazzi are still following them.

Big Sean’s iconic song I don’t fuck with you is playing in the background .

You little stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you

You little, you little dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you

I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do

Than to be fuckin' with you, little stupid ass

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck

Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you

Or anything that you do

Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do

“I like this song. So what’s the tea?” Valerie starts.

Anwar eyes widen, this isn’t usually Valerie’s types of songs.

“I’m dating Dua Lipa.”

“REALLY!?”

-

The Valentin’s siblings are in downtown LA.

Viviane and Vernon cleared the schedule so that they can spend time with their baby sister.

And they managed to get Valerie out of her room.

To be honest Valerie doesn’t want to leave their house just because she is afraid that she will see them.

It is quite hot in LA recently so the sibling just went casual.

Valerie wore a white and red crop top with a black short and a sneakers along with a pair of bag.

Viviane just wore mom jeans a black crop top and boots along with a pair of bag and a bucket hat.

Vernon just wore a white shirt and joggers with sneakers and a pair of glasses.

The siblings are quite fashionable aren’t they? When they were walking down the street people can help staring at them, whether its Vernon soft visual or the two exotic beauties beside her.

Valerie stands along the crowd with her brother and sister beside her. She saw Shawn and Camilla, they look so happy. She thought.

“What’s happening? “ Vernon ask, Viviane gave him a dirty look.

“It’s Shawn and Camilla, they look so happy!” some girl said without looking at him.

Valerie is quiet, she doesn’t know what to do. She wants to be happy but she can’t.

I wish that- NO VALERIE. Her mind speaks.

“Yeah they do look so happy. I wish we were like that when we we’re together.”Valerie whispered and the girl in-front of her apparently heard her.

“Dream on sis have you se-“ the girl stopped taking pictures of them and turned around.

“Oh my gosh you’re V-valerie, The Valerie Valentin, I’m so s-sorry I didn’t mean to-.” The girl stuttered but Valerie cut her off.

“No it’s fine, they do look perfect.” Valerie walked out. Vernon and Viviane saw the flush of hurt in their baby sister’s eyes.

And Vernon being the man in the family stepped in. “Thanks for that sis.” He rolled his eyes and walked out to find Valerie.

“Sorry for that hun Vernon is a little over protective on Val.” Viviane softly smiled and followed her two sibling.

At Twitter that same day:

SHAWNNN💞 @iloveshwanm • 7m

oh my god guysss! i saw valerie right now, like right now she is with her sibling and let me tell yall they are greek gods and goddesses!!! valerie sister looks like a modell! her brother looks likes my future husband!!! too bad he’s a little bit moody. but its okay he still looks good 👌🏻

-

i want to update before i’ll study, my exam is in few days

enjoy reading 💕

taglist:

@alinashawn

@feliciaceciliamariajacobsson

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Break Up With Your Girlfriend I'm Bored Pt 1

Requested by anon & @hollywood-whorexx

A/N: this is fiction so please don't come at me lol 😂 so please don't think I am a horrible person for writing this!

Lyrics used: Break Up With Your Girlfriend I'm Bored by Ariana Grande & a small fragment of Death In My Pocket by Machine Gun Kelly

Word Count: 885

Emotions of love are of course a very natural and important part of life. But it is the ideas of what love is and should be that vary in large degrees. 

When love is modeled in an unhealthy, impractical way it is misguided and will result in unrealistic expectations and ultimately unhappy relationships. 

Colson had heard an old saying in a movie once, “You or no one. Because to suffer for love is good. The pain all sweet somehow. In the end”. He had had a few serious relationships but in the end the girls all did him the same way, either cheated or merely used him for his money and fame. 

Charli was no different honestly and most of his friends knew this, but being stubborn he wouldn't hear of it he was sure she was the one. She was an up and coming model but behind the beautiful looks hid a horrible attitude. 

It had gotten to the point where he couldn't step out his front door without TMZ and countless other paparazzi flashing their cameras and firing off question after question. A prime example of all this hidden in the lyric from Death In My Pocket from his latest album Hotel Diablo. 

//How much darkness did it take to get this flashy now?

I lose a piece of my soul when the cameras flash//

Colson pushed the glass across the bar motioning for a refill, he was at a club opening with Charli She was off mingling with her girlfriends as usual, too caught up paying no mind to him which was no surprise to the crew. There wasn't enough alcohol or drugs to numb out this feeling, he was miserable but because the label thought him being seen with Charli would be good 'PR' he was roped into to the point he felt trapped. 

He had been getting more and more into his head because of all of this. The dark circles under his eyes were a clear indication of many stressful sleepless nights. There was a slight shift as Colson felt someone sit down next to him. Looking up he locked eyes with the young woman who was now next to him. They locked gazes, 'fuck she's absolutely breathtaking' he thought to himself. 

A notification went off looking down at his phone it was a text from Charli "Leaving with the girls text me later?" He let out a disgusted sigh, "why am I not fucking surprised!" He mumbled to himself. Prior to leaving it didn't escape his sight that she had clearly been hot and heavy all over none other than Gerald Earl Gillum (G Eazy). 

"You know you deserve better." The voice of the young woman causing him to look up. This was the first person verbally to say anything aside from the guys, an outsiders opinion. Hell if he was hearing this from a complete stranger then the warning signs were clearly way too obvious. "The guys say the same thing… miss umm?" "Oh sorry my name is Tianna". His breath caught momentarily "fuck that's a beautiful name." 

//You got me some type of way (Hmm)

Ain't used to feelin' this way (Mmm-mmm)

I do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah)

But I know I shouldn't think about it

Took one fuckin' look at your face (Hmm)

Now I wanna know how you taste (Mmm-mmm)

Usually don't give it away (Yeah, yeah)

But you know I'm out here thinkin' 'bout it//

It could have been the mix of too much alcohol and drugs, it could have been the intoxicating smell of Tianna's perfume and her gorgeous looks. But within mere seconds Colson found himself leaning just inches from her, he wanted to kiss her so bad on impulse but at this point he didn't give two fucks. They were in a hot and heavy lip lock not noticing that Charli just so happened to walk back in. "Wow Colson really?" She stated in mock exasperation. 

//Then I realized she's right there

And I'm at home like, "Damn, this ain't fair"

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

You can hit it in the mornin' (Mornin')

Yeah, yeah, like it's yours

I know it ain't right

But I don't care (Care)

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored//

"You sure have room to talk considering you were sucking face with Gerald half the fucking night!" By now Colson's blood was boiling, "fuck this PR shit I'm done, go find someone else's dick to ride because I've had it no amount of promotion is worth all this fucking headache." Charli pivoted on her heals to walk back out, with the turn of her head she smirked "you'll regret this Colson Baker mark my words!" He let out a half laugh shaking his head, "good riddance to bad rubbish!" Tianna called out watching Charli walking away. 

//You can say I'm hatin' if you want to

But I only hate on her 'cause I want you

Say I'm trippin' if you feel that

But you without me ain't right (Ain't right)

You can call me crazy 'cause I want you

And I never even never fuckin' met you

Say I'm trippin' and it ain't right

But you without me ain't nice (Ain't nice, yeah)//

[cultofcreatures]

She ain't got Riches

But she's got Fashion,

She ain't a Model

But camera's Flashing

And when she struts that thing around

Everybody be breaking their neck like

Who dat girl

Who dat girl

Who dat girl

by  susudrawingclub

[blackkudosuniverse]

Glenn Ligon

Happy birthday to Glenn Ligon.

https://www.wikiwand.com/en/Glenn_Ligon

Glenn Ligon (born January 1, 1960) is an American conceptual artist whose work explores race, language, desire, sexuality, and identity. Ligon engages in intertextuality with other works from the visual arts, literature, and history, as well as his own life. He is noted as one of the originators of the term Post-Blackness.

Early life and career

He was born in 1960 in the Bronx. At the age of 7, his divorced, working-class parents got a scholarship for him and his brother to attend Walden School, a high-profile progressive private school on Manhattan's Upper West Side. Ligon graduated from Wesleyan University with a B.A. in 1982. After graduating, he worked as a proofreader for a law firm, while in his spare time he painted in the abstract Expressionist style of Willem de Kooning and Jackson Pollock. In 1985, he participated in the Whitney Museum of American Art's Independent Study Program. He currently lives and works in New York City.

Work

Ligon works in multiple media, including painting, neon, video, photography, and digital media such as Adobe Flash for his work Annotations. Ligon's work is greatly informed by his experiences as an African American and as a gay man living in the United States.

Painting

Although Ligon's work spans sculptures, prints, drawings, mixed media and even neon signs, painting remains a core activity. His paintings incorporate literary fragments, jokes, and evocative quotes from a selection of authors, which he stencils directly onto the canvas by hand. In 1989, he mounted his first solo show, "How It Feels to Be Colored Me," in Brooklyn. This show established Ligon's reputation for creating large, text-based paintings in which a phrase chosen from literature or other sources is repeated over and over, eventually dissipating into murk. Untitled (I Am a Man) (1988), a reinterpretation of the signs carried during the Memphis Sanitation Strike in 1968 — made famous by Ernest Withers’s photographs of the march —, is the first example of his use of text.

Ligon gained prominence in the early 1990s along with a generation of artists like Lorna Simpson, Gary Simmons, and Janine Antoni. In 1993, Ligon began the first of three series of gold-colored paintings based on Richard Pryor's groundbreaking stand-up comedy routines from the 1970s. The scatological and racially charged jokes Ligon depicts speak in the vernacular language of the street and reveal a complex and nuanced vision of black culture.

In A Feast of Scraps (1994–98), he inserted pornographic and stereotypical photographs of black men, complete with invented captions ("mother knew," "I fell out" "It's a process") into albums of family snapshots including graduation photographs, vacation snapshots, pictures of baby showers, birthday celebrations, and baptisms, some of which include the artist's own family. Like almost all of Ligon's art, this project draws out the secret histories and submerged meanings of inherited texts and images.

For Notes on the Margin of the Black Book (1991–93), Ligon separately framed 91 erotic photographs of black males cut from Robert Mapplethorpe's 1988 "Black Book," installing them in two horizontal rows. Between them are two more rows of small framed typed texts, 78 comments on sexuality, race, AIDS, art and the politically inflamed controversy over Mapplethorpe's work launched by then-Texas Congressman Dick Armey.

Another series of large paintings was based on children's interpretations of 1970s black-history coloring books.

Installation art

In 1994, the art installation To Disembark was shown at the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden in Washington, D.C. The title alludes to the title of a book of poetry by Gwendolyn Brooks. "To Disembark" functions in both works to evoke the recognition that African Americans are still coping with the remnants of slavery and its ongoing manifestation in racism. In one part of the installation, Ligon created a series of packing crates modeled on the one described by ex-slave Henry "Box" Brown in his "Narrative of Henry Box Brown who escaped from Slavery Enclosed in a Box 3 Feet Long and 2 Wide." Each crate played a different sound, such as a heartbeat, a spiritual, or contemporary rap music. Around each box, the artist placed posters in which he characterized himself, in words and period images, as a runaway slave in the style of 19th century broadsheets circulated to advertise for the return of fugitive slaves. In another part of the exhibition, Ligon stenciled four quotes from a Zora Neale Hurston essay, "how it feels to be colored me," directly on the walls: "I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background," "I remember the very day that I became colored," "I am not tragically colored," and "I do not always feel colored." Ligon found Hurston's writing illuminating because she explores the idea of race as a concept that is structured by context rather than essence.

Neon works

Since 2005, Ligon has made neon works. Warm Broad Glow (2005), Ligon’s first exploration in neon, uses a fragment of text from Three Lives, the 1909 novel by American author Gertrude Stein. Ligon rendered the words “negro sunshine” in warm white neon, the letters of which were then painted black on the front. In 2008, the piece was selected to participate in the Renaissance Society's group exhibit, "Black Is, Black Ain't"., and appeared on the Whitney Museum’s facade in 2011. Other neon works are derived from neon sculptures by Bruce Nauman; One Live and Die (2006) stems from Nauman’s 100 Live and Die (1984), for example.

Film

In 2009, Ligon completed short film based on Thomas Edison's 1903 silent film Uncle Tom's Cabin. Playing the character of Tom, Ligon had himself filmed re-creating the last scene of Edison's movie, which also provided his film's title: "The Death of Tom." But the film was incorrectly loaded in the hand-crank camera that the artist used so no imagery appeared on film. Embracing this apparent failure, Ligon decided to show his film as an abstract progression of lights and darks with a narrative suggested by the score composed and played by jazz musician Jason Moran.

Exhibitions

Ligon's work has been the subject of exhibitions throughout the United States and Europe. Recent solo exhibition include the Studio Museum in Harlem, New York (2001); the Kunstverein München, Germany (2001), the Walker Art Center, Minneapolis (2000); the St. Louis Art Museum (2000); the Institute of Contemporary Art, Philadelphia (1998); and the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art (1996). A first survey of Ligon's work opened at The Power Plant in Toronto in June 2005 and traveled to the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh; Contemporary Arts Museum in Houston; Wexner Center for the Arts in Columbus; Morris and Helen Belkin Art Gallery in Vancouver, and the Mudam in Luxembourg. The first comprehensive mid-career retrospective devoted to Ligon's work was held at the Whitney Museum of American Art, the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, and the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth in 2011. Group shows in which Ligon has participated include the Whitney Biennial (1991 and 1993), Biennale of Sydney (1996), Venice Biennale (1997), Kwangju Biennale (2000), and documenta 11 (2002).

In 2013, Ligon started writing letters to artists whose work had made an impression on him in his life, asking if he could borrow that particular work for an exhibition. While some of the letters were sent to living artists, others are letters that Ligon would have sent those of the past, including Willem de Kooning, Franz Kline, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Andy Warhol and Felix Gonzalez-Torres. The resulting show at Nottingham Contemporary in 2015 featured work by 45 different artists from Warhol to Steve McQueen, as well as Black Panther Party posters, press shots and footage from the Birmingham riot of 1963.

Collections

Ligon's work is represented in many public collections including the Baltimore Museum of Art, Baltimore; the Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago; the Museum of Modern Art, New York; the Philadelphia Museum of Art, Philadelphia; the Guggenheim Museum, New York; the Tate Modern, London; the Walker Art Center, Minneapolis; the Blanton Museum of Art, Austin; the Wadsworth Atheneum, Hartford; the Warwick Arts Centre, Coventry; and the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York. In 2012, the National Gallery of Art in Washington bought the painting Untitled (I Am a Man) (1988).

In 2012, Ligon was commissioned to create the first site-specific artwork for the New School's University Center building, designed by Skidmore, Owings & Merrill, on the corner of 14th Street and Fifth Avenue in Greenwich Village. The work will feature about 400 feet of text from Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass rendered in pink neon lights, running around the top of a wall in the center’s first-floor café.

Recognition

In 2005, Ligon won an Alphonse Fletcher Foundation Fellowship for his art work. In 2006 he was awarded the Skowhegan Medal for Painting. In 2010, he won a United States Artists Fellow award.

In 2009, President Barack Obama added Ligon's 1992 Black Like Me No. 2, on loan from the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, to the White House collection, where it was installed in the President's private living quarters. The text in the selected painting is from John Howard Griffin's 1961 memoir Black Like Me, the account of a white man's experiences traveling through the South after he had his skin artificially darkened. The words "All traces of the Griffin I had been were wiped from existence" are repeated in capital letters that progressively overlap until they coalesce as a field of black paint. Art critic Jerry Saltz called this work a "black-and-white beauty."

Art market

On the occasion of Ben Stiller and David Zwirner’s "Artists For Haiti" charity auction at Christie's in 2011, Jennifer Aniston set a record prize for Glenn Ligon's work by purchasing his Stranger #44 (2011). At $450,000, Aniston beat Ligon’s previous record of $434,500 for Invisible Man (Two Views) (1991), realized at Sotheby's in September 2010. Untitled #1 (Second Version) (1990), a painting in which the words "I Feel Most Colored When I Am Thrown Against a Sharp White Background" repeat again and again, sold for $2.6 million at Christie' New York in 2014.

Ligon is represented by Regen Projects in Los Angeles; Luhring Augustine in New York; and Thomas Dane Gallery in London.

Personal life

According to the Federal Election Commission (FEC), Ligon donated $30,000 to the presidential campaign of Hillary Clinton in September 2016.