˗ˏˋ ᯓ COLD HEARTED GIRL .ᐟ.ᐟ — conceal
conceal x reginacoded!reader , rodrick heffley x regina george inspired , early2000’s core, inspired by eminem & christina aguilera at the mtv awards show
not proofread (i'm too lazy) .ᐟ.ᐟ
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the tension between popstars y/n y/l/n & ryan demma, otherwise known as 'antihumanform' to his fans, all started when ryan made a shady comment towards y/n in an interview with mtv and his bandmates, known as the group 'boylife'.
ryan slouched deeper into his chair, fiddling with the hoops on his jeans and tilting his head back like he couldn't care any less about the interview they were doing. it was something that boylife's manager hated him for. as much as he was pr trained, he was the only one in the group who never listened. that was until your name was bought up.
his ears perked up at the sound of it, and he was quickly engaged in whatever conversation was going on.
"so tell me, would you ever collab with her? the fans are dying to know. with you guys and y/n both hitting top 10's in just two weeks with your new albums, do you think a collab would potentially be the next step to winning an award?" the interviewer asked.
"well yes, our manager actually-" hollis started, eager to answer the question with a smile on his face. but not before ryan could cut him off with a blunt, "no."
the room got quiet suddenly, the person behind the camera raising an eyebrow and zooming the camera in on ryan's face before the interviewer asked, "would you care to elaborate on that ryan? it seems like you haven't said a word this whole time but suddenly this topic sparks your interest."
his bandmates looked at him, and nate was widening his eyes almost as if telling him 'don't make this worse, this is going to be on live television'. but that never stopped ryan. in fact, he lived for the drama.
"well i mean boylife makes actual music," he said with a lazy smirk on his face, sitting up straighter now, "we make songs with meaning, we dance with meaning. we're very passionate about what we do. we don't sing about "getting our heart broke and crying on the bathroom floor"." he said, raising two fingers and putting air quotes around the last sentence.
the interviewers eyebrows perked up at this and he leaned forward, elbows now planted on the table. he knew this was gonna make headlines in less than 24 hours. 'ryan demma and y/n y/l/n: what's the tension?'
"so what your saying is, y/n doesn't actually make music?" the interviewer asks with a wide grin on his face. he was definitely making money off of this interview.
ryan looked off to the side where he saw roman shaking his head and letting out a low sigh. the question didn't phase ryan though, and he looked back at the interviewer, giving a half shrug, "she dances around in pink and glitter like the world is all rainbows and unicorns and bullshit," ryan chuckles to himself, clearly amused with his statement,
"mmm but she's pretty hot though." he smirked yet again and felt roman's elbow quickly jab into his rib, 'ow!'. he smacked roman's arm and let out a wince as he rubbed on his side.
the topic of conversation quickly shifted after, his bandmates obviously aware of the damage ryan had just caused and quickly trying to cover it up with literally anything else. but ryan knew what he did, he wanted this, and he just lazily slouched back in his chair again, corners of his mouth tilting up.
over the next couple of weeks, you responded to all headlines and questions asked about ryan's statement with a certain tone that stated you just didn't care. you knew where you stood on the rank to rising pop stars, you weren't about to let some loser ruin your chance. you were the people's princess after all, so you had to remain one.
you even went as far as saying one day, "i don't really think screaming into a microphone so much to the point where people don't understand what your saying, over a beat that has so much potential is called music. but hey, let em' think what they wanna think." you simply shrugged, then giggled when the interviewer mouthed an 'i agree' behind the camera.
ryan remembers when the interview popped up on the tv, he instantly sat up on the couch besides his friends and turned up the volume to the tv. he was starting to get upset at your lack of interest, i mean after all he did this to get a reaction from you. and as much as he didn't want to admit it-
"dude, you have a crush on her." he heard one of his friends say, snapping him out of his trance. the rest of them nodded in unison.
"what? no i don't," ryan quickly defended, trying to come across as nonchalant but sounding anything other than that, "clearly, she's in love with me. it's not the other way around." ryan mumbled, clearly annoyed at his friends dumb, but honest statement. he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the couch again.
hollis let out a laugh, "yeah whatever you say man."
it had been the same for weeks following. ryan would say something to try and get a reaction out of you, and you'd say something back that'd bruise his ego ten times worse than whatever he said. he'd get to you sooner or later.
4 months later, mtv awards had finally arrived. one of the awards were 'best boy band of the year', and you were coincidentally given the opportunity to present this. you knew that boylife was one of the nominees, so the possibility of being face to face with the boy who'd started all this drama was honestly very exciting to you. you'd been anticipating this moment as much as you hated to admit it.
the cheers erupted as you walked onto stage, camera lights blinded you, the big screen capturing your beautiful features as you smiled and walked across the stage, waving at the camera and the crowd.
the audience finally died down and you finally spoke into the mic, "hey new york city!" the people cheered again.
seated in the crowd, ryan scoffed and threw his head back, "booooo! i'm fucking bored." which people obviously couldn't hear over all the cheer that you were receiving. but nate did, and he smacked the back of ryan's head with his hand.
"what? these people are cheering for her for no reason. all she said was hi." he grumbled, rubbing his hand over his buzzed head and turning his attention back to you.
"let's get this shit over with." he mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest.
"i'm here to present the mtv music video award for best boy band of the year, a category that matters most in inspiring the youth and making good music." the bands that were nominated appeared on the screen above you. you smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth when boylife appeared on the screen, which the camera picked up on, ryan front and center of the picture with the rest of the band members on either side of him.
the camera in the room cuts to ryan and the rest of his bandmates. ryan's already nodding, waving at you on stage with a smug tilt to his mouth, while hollis shakes his head beside him. the crowd erupted into cheers and you rolled your eyes, not being able to contain the bright smile that appeared on your face.
"the bands presented here on the screen today all worked hard for their nominations, but only one is going home tonight with an award worth millions." you spoke into the mic.
the crowd began to quiet down as you opened the envelope which held the winner of the nomination inside. "and the winner for best boy band of the year is..."
the crowd waits for the answer, and you let out a mix between a scoff and a laugh into the mic as you read what's inside. "interesting. boylife!" the crowd erupts, jumping out of their chairs and you grin, placing down the envelope on the stand and giving your own applause along with the crowd.
the camera pans back to the band, who excitingly jump to their feet and exit the row they were seated in, making their way to the stage.
ryan eagerly makes his way to you first, looking down at you and letting the same smirk you've seen on tv fall onto his lips. you hand him the award, which he accepts quickly, but not without pulling you in by your waist for a hug. the crowd cheers and you hear him whisper into your ear, "hey princess."
you pull away and playfully shove at his chest, rolling your eyes and stepping back to let the band do their speech. all excitement and giggles, they all each try to talk into the mic at the same time which makes the crowd laugh and their manager shake his head with a soft smile on his lips.
ryan speaks first, "well uh, it's not everyday you receive a platinum award with your best friends since high school." the crowd cheers, and ryan looks back at his friends who smile at him and pat him on the back.
"i wanna say thank you to mtv, thank you to our manager, our producer," he looks down at the award and fidgets with it in his hands, as if it wasn't real, "we worked real hard for this. no sleep, no breaks. hell no time to actually hang out and do something fun. so yeah... thank you."
he looked off to the side where you stood and the smirk appeared on his lips once again, "and i almost forgot," you raised your eyebrow and tilted your head at him, "thanks to this princess right here. she's been keeping me on my toes, i don't like having to chase after what i want, but it keeps me motivated."
the crowd screamed louder than they had all night, and the camera cut to you nodding and trying to hide a smile, pressing your tongue to the inside of your cheek as you held your head down. you looked off to the side, trying to maintain your nonchalance.
as ryan backed away from the mic to let his band mates give their own speech, he glanced at you, waiting for any type of reaction. after all, he did all of this to get under your skin. it was pleasurable to him.
all throughout the night, ryan kept his flirtatious act on. when you performed, he fake fainted into the arms of roman, who rolled his eyes and chuckled at his best friends actions. he even went as far as blowing a kiss towards the stage when you accepted your own award for 'best arising female pop artist', which the camera caught once again.
so nobody could be surprised when a month later, paparazzi pictures appeared on the front page of 'people' magazine with ryans arms wrapped around your waist in the back of the venue him and his band were performing at.
your arms were wrapped around his neck, hands fisting at whatever hair you could hold onto. both of your lips were crashed onto each others, clearly in the middle of a heated and very horny kiss.
in the second picture presented on the magazine, one of his hands had slipped down to the bottom of your mini skirt, thankfully nothing under was shown and one of your hands had slid down to where his boxers had peaked out of his very sagged pants. it was clear that both of you had no idea you were being photographed.
the headline read 'ryan demma and y/n y/l/n: are we interrupting?'
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a/n sorry for my lack of posts! i’ve been so behind in school work and was so stressed out, but i’m doing better now and i’m getting back into writing ;)









