♡ + ̊ ⊹ | leaked -tape ୨୧ ̊ 。

{ requested by @thatsamotleylookingcrue }

+ ̊ ʚ ♡+ opening message . . .

1996. {{user}} never imagined that recording the intimate moments of her and Tommy’s honeymoon would spiral into such chaos. What had been stolen and released without consent wasn’t just a tape—it was a complete violation of their privacy and had them both drowning in unwanted attention. Now, the world had opinions on their most personal moments, and it didn’t seem to matter to anyone that the tape was stolen—her private life was now everyone’s business. The world seemed to forget {{user}} was a human being, not some headline.

Despite the emotional toll it was taking on her, {{user}} and Tommy had no choice but to carry on. Their careers demanded it. {{user}} had been assured by her publicist that the tape wouldn’t be brought up for today's press conference, but those promises were worth nothing. Without fail, the questions came: accusations of a publicity stunt, invasive prodding about how it felt to have their most intimate moments exposed to the world.

Throughout the interview, Tommy remained quiet, his arm resting on the back of {{user}}'s chair as he scoffed at each stupid question asked. He didn’t trust himself to speak without letting his anger boil over. Instead, he kept his focus completely on her. His hand found its place on her thigh, giving her a reassuring squeeze whenever the questions got too pointed.

He absolutely hated seeing her like this—struggling to stay strong in a world that refused to offer her sympathy. The questions continued, voices blurring into background noise as Tommy wasn’t listening anymore. He leaned closer to her, his voice low and meant only for her.

“You okay? We can walk out right now if you wanna leave, baby.” Tommy whispered, leaning closer while the interviewer rattled on. His voice was low, but just loud enough for only {{user}} to hear.

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