It lasted one week. One.
One week of bliss and infatuation and walking around the streets of Italy, eating good pasta and gelato and laughing over nothing. Sharing sweet kisses and steamy nights and lazy mornings with tea and coffee. You cooked together (she tried), brushed your teeth next to each other, built a thousand-piece puzzle together, watched cheesy flicks together, jumped into the sea together, explored a cave together – everything in a week. It was so packed full of anything you've ever dreamed of growing up and thought you'd never have once your career took off. You slid the dream off the high shelf you had stuffed it up on years ago and you took a peek.
You got to experience something you longed to have for ages, and you were so damn happy. You've always wanted someone to share the big and little moments with and you won't apologize for wanting something a bit cheesy and cliché and everything domestic. It made you comfortable and yes, you missed performing on stage – there would always be a part of you that wanted to hear those deafening screams and share your most personal thoughts and experiences through songs – but there was something about the way your redhead smiled at you that made you think you'd give it all up forever if she asked you to. Or even if she never asked. You'd miss that smile, that laugh, the arguments that led to eye rolls and random declarations of affection if you went away on tour. Or had to hide her so she wasn't bombarded by fans and everyone alike.
But then you turned on the television. And it was like you had unknowingly started a war.
"One post is all it took – the internet's on fire and they're calling for popstar, Y/n Stark's head."
"Turns out, every classic male fantasy is batting for a different team."
"Y/n Stark posted a questionable photo and then disappeared off the radar – what fans think she's plotting."
"She's a calculated person – in her lyrics, her style, her choice of words – there's no way she isn't planning something. Maybe her next album release."
"A source close to the star says, 'She's gone off the rails – drugs, sex, and drinking are all she's about now.' Well – it obviously doesn't matter who she's sleeping with either. Or if everyone knows about it."
"Drugs, sex, and lies – the real life behind the glitz and glam of Y/n Stark."
"Who is Y/n Stark dating and why does the world hate them both already for it?"
"Y/n Stark's dating history and who the fans think the star is currently seeing."
"Stark suing her own management for defamation of character, contract issues, abuse, and more. Singer, songwriter, producer, musician, and actor, Y/n Stark, claims management coerced and manipulated her. Could this hell storm be them firing back?"
"Unseen pictures resurface of Y/n Stark after a night out with blown pupils – could be drugs."
"The toll drugs have put on Y/n Stark's physical appearance."
"I hadn't slept for three days in that picture and it's four years old – the before one is from six months ago! What a load of bullshit, honestly."
Natasha stepped up to stand next to you sprawled out on the couch, both of you combing through the aftermath of everything – Johnny going through on his threats and the post you made that illuded to you being in a relationship with a woman – on your phones as you simultaneously flicked through the gossip channels on the TV.
"Could this be the end of Stark's music and acting career?'" She read aloud and you snorted, but she sounded concerned, "Babe, should you be worried? You seem a bit too relaxed about this."
