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A COUPLE WEEKS PASSED, EMAIL AFTER EMAIL SENT by olivias agency andpromptly ignored by her.
she wanted to bask in every possible moment she could with salem, feeling truly loved for the first time in forever.
well, by a romantic partner at least.
unfortunately, the paparazzis are utter assholes who don't understand the concept of personal space to any degree, and they had other plans.
olivia was merely going outside to the front of her house to grab her mail and somehow the paparazzi managed to snap pictures of her when her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and her head was turned to shuffle through some letters.
she didn't realize they even took pictures until her phone absolutely blew up, with conan facetiming her probably 15 times while she was in the shower, and texts from her friends and family members blowing up as well.
she wrapped a towel to cover herself up and facetimed conan back, nervous there was some huge incident as he rarely ever called that many times in a row.
"jesus christ you finally answered! dude have you fucking seen TMZ?!" he practically shouted, olivia wincing at the unexpected volume.
"uh, no?" she paused for a second, confused to what could possibly be on TMZ that was this important.
"why? is there something bad on it? i told you to stop reading those stupid articles, remember when you called me because you thought the entire world was out of orange juice?" olivia cheesed, conan deathstaring her.
"i don't like to bring up that time." he paused, before quickly getting back on track to what he was saying before.
"you know what, just move your hair to the side for a minute, and turn your head," he says, olivias eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
she did what he said, and immediately his screen went black, and she could tell he had threw his phone down on the bed in front of him.
"conan?" she asked to the black screen, which was promptly picked up by him again.
"OLIVIA FUCKING RODRIGO I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!!" he practically yelled, olivias eyes widening.
"dude what the f-" she began, but paused when she saw the dark marks still adorning her neck, and everything conan was saying seemed to click.
the facetime was quickly paused as olivia rushed to search up TMZ, when she didn't have to at all.
the second she opened instagram accidentally, the first post was a tea page talking about the paparazzi pictures that very clearly show the marks on her neck.
her emotions began bubbling. first she was nervous, but that was quickly overthrown with anger.
it filled her entire body, her fists clenching so hard she nearly broke her acrylics.
"oh my fuck! can paparazzi learn fucking personal space!?" she yelled to nobody in particular, except conan was still on the line.
she scrolled through the comments, and as much as she hated to admit it, her agency was entirely right. all the comments, or the majority of them, were praying the marks were from joshua.
others spat venom, slut-shaming her as well as just shaming her in general. those comments didn't bother her as much as the ones about joshua, but stayed engraved in her mind nonetheless.
"those are from salem, right?" conan checked, olivia nearly forgetting he was there.
"yes, asshat, who else would they be from?" she groaned, not meaning to get an attitude with him but also so emotionally confused she couldn't help it.
"jeez no need to get pissy on me there, just checking," he sighs, obviously not blaming her as he could understand what she was going through.
he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, a thing he seemed to do a lot when he was at a loss for words in interviews and such.
"shit i need to call salem, i'll call you right back conan," olivia promised, hanging up before conan could protest and immediately dialing salem's number.
tears welled in her eyes as the phone rang, nerves bubbling up as she had no idea how salem was going to react to this sudden step.
she answered after a couple rings, her sweet voice calming olivia instantly.
"hi baby!" salem says into the phone, her voice slightly staticky from the distance but olivia could hear the excitement, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"have you been on social media at all today?" olivia asked, although all signs pointed to no already.
"uh, no, i don't think so. why? did something happen? are you alright?" salem checks, olivias heart fluttering that her first concern was olivias safety.
"i'm fine, i mean, kind of. it's a long story. the paparazzi took a picture of me grabbing my mail and i guess you can see the marks on my neck, and it's everywhere. my agency is going to fucking kill me," olivia whispered, her voice breaking as tears ran down her face.
"hey, hey it's alright love. are you at home?" salem asks, her heart hurting at the sound of olivias cries over the phone.
"y-yes," she responds, sniffling.
"okay, i'm on my way alright? just hang tight, we're gonna figure this out together," salem says, olivia lips curling into a small smile.
"thank you so much love," olivia replied genuinely, met with a response from salem instantly.
"of course, that's what girlfriends are for," she smiles, hanging up before quickly getting ready, leaving her house and getting in the car.
she arrives quickly, like she always did. she had a chance to quickly look at the pictures while at a red light, which was pretty easy since it was the first thing on her instagram feed.
she felt like punching someone, so incredibly pissed off at the complete lack of respect they were showing for her girlfriends privacy, and just olivia in general.
she parked and got out, making her way to the door and letting herself in.
olivia buried herself into salem's arms quickly, her tears already seeping into salem's sweater as she held her, providing as much comfort as she possibly could.
salem rubbed olivias back with her palm, placing a couple soft kisses on her forehead as her sobs lessened to mere sniffles and soft gasps for air as she regained control of her breathing.
she breathed slowly as her head stayed in the same position, now more-so resting on salem than using her as comfort.
after olivia completely calmed down and salem got her a glass of water, they sat on the couch to have a serious discussion.
"so, what are we going to do?" olivia asked, honestly at a loss for the answer, and praying her girlfriend could offer more than she could.
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QUINNS CORNER yo hiatus is over i took such a long break anyway school started in agony also should i discontinue the story here or are you guys actually enjoying it?? this is a serious question pls answer ok byeee:)))
