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youreacowgirllikeme · 3 years

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Serendipity

note: this story is inspired by how I, when I traveled to DC, picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport. I obviously didn’t meet Jake in the process, but it was still pretty memorable. (actually it was a fckn nightmare, but I can laugh about it now) anyway, here’s some nerdy Jake for you, enjoy :)

pairing: Jake Tapper x female Reader

words: 4.8 k

warnings: swearing, mild smut, questionable star wars references (blame my bf, those are his takes)

serendipity

/ˌsɛr(ə)nˈdɪpɪti/

noun

1. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way

“Cmon, open, you stupid thing.” You muttered, fumbling with the lock of your suitcase. You were supposed to be at the job interview in only three hours and you needed to get ready and change into professional attire soon. But said outfit was in your suitcase and the lock was obviously jammed.

Against your better judgement, you started rummaging through your small hotel room in search of something to break the lock with. The rational part of your brain knew that this wasn’t necessarily a good idea, but you were desperate. This job was the opportunity of a lifetime and you’d be damned if you turned up there looking anything but your best.

You finally found a small knife hidden in a drawer of the wardrobe. You didn’t even want to think about how it got there, but you couldn’t afford to be picky now. You tried sticking the blade between the two pieces of the lock, when you suddenly realized something. The luggage tag was dark green. This wasn’t your suitcase. Fuck.

You were on your feet in a second, taking your phone and calling the airport hotline. You needed this handled, fast. You described the situation in all its direness to a pretty unimpressed lady from the service hotline. She told you that there hasn’t been any luggage left behind that fit the description, which could only mean that whoever the owner of the suitcase in your hotel room was, they likely made the same mistake and took yours home with them. You mentally slapped yourself for buying that unremarkable black suitcase, thinking that should’ve gone for red or another flashy color instead.

“You still have to come back to the service terminal and hand over the luggage item you falsely took with you, ma’am.” The woman told you, still sounding terribly bored. Her job probably wasn’t the most exciting one.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You quickly hung up, grabbing the suitcase in question as well as your purse before sprinting out of the door. You hailed the first cab you saw in front of your downtown DC hotel.

“To the airport and make it fast please.” You told the driver the second you got into the backseat, dumping the suitcase between your legs.

Lucky for you, traffic was flowing and the trip to the airport didn’t take too long, but you still checked the time every two seconds, your fingers thrumming nervously against the cab window.

Finally at the airport, you threw the money at the cab driver before jumping out of the car and running into the terminal, your eyes scanning the giant hall for the luggage service desk. The second you spotted it; you made your way over. Getting closer, you couldn’t ignore a deep, aggressive voice sounding over the usual buzz of the arrival hall.

“No, ma’am, no you listen to me now. This suitcase is of tremendous importance, the documents in there are incredibly valuable. I want it to be taken care of right now.”

The voice belonged to a man standing in front of the service counter, and judging by the way he was gesticulating, he was pretty angry. But what really drew your attention to the guy was what was next to him. Your suitcase. You ran towards it, dragging its identical twin behind you.

“Sir, excuse me, I think we both have something the other person could be interested in.” you panted, slightly breathless from running.

The man whirled around to face you, and for a moment you were totally struck by how handsome he was. He appeared to be several years older than you, but his grey hair, tall stature and commanding presence made for a really attractive appearance. Also, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you had seen him before, but you couldn’t place him for the life of you. He looked at you for a brief moment before his eyes shot to the piece of luggage next to you.

“Oh, thank god.” He exclaimed, and almost yanked the suitcase out of your hands. "Next time, watch out whose luggage you’re taking.” He snapped. That’s rich, you thought, as if he hadn’t picked up the wrong one as well.

"Hey, no need to be rude.” You muttered, but he didn’t hear you, he was already back to talking the woman behind the service counter,hopefully explaining that everything was solved now and saving you some time. Your own suitcase was still standing next to the stranger, so you decided to just take it.

“You both still need to fill out this form, Ma’am, Sir.” The woman said, and both of you groaned but complied. After hastily scribbling down your details, you bid the lady goodbye and ran back to the cab rank.

The clock was ticking, you still had to get back to the city to make it to your interview in time. A quick look onto your watch confirmed your fears, it already was too late to go back to the hotel, you had to change in a restroom somewhere. You contemplated and decided to take a ride back into the city first and find an opportunity to change there before the commuters would block the freeway.

A cab was pulling up and you already made your way over when suddenly, the man who took your suitcase cut you in line and opened the door of the car. You were not having that, raising your voice to call him out.

“Hey, Mister, that was my cab. You better get in line.”

“I’m in a hurry, I have to be on air in an hour.” He snapped back, but you were unimpressed.

“You could be needed in the damn White House in an hour for all I care, I have a job interview, and this is my cab, so step back.” You were usually a patient person, but this guy has been testing you too much already. He raised his hands in a mock defensive gesture before speaking up again.

“Maybe we could split the cab. Where do you need to go?”

“CNN headquarters.” You replied reluctantly, it wasn’t like where you were headed was any of this mans concern.

“Interesting, that just happens to be my destination as well.” The stranger mused, now grinning at you. “So, how does splitting the cab sound?”

You begrudgingly agreed and sat down next to him in the backseat. As the engine started going, so did the wheels in your head. He had said that he had to be on air, and he needed to get to CNN as well. Oh…

“What did you say your name was again?” you asked, nervousness now fairly evident in your voice.

“It’s Jake. Tapper.” He said, mockingly extending his hand.

Well Shit. That’s why his face has been so oddly familiar.

You quickly introduced yourself as well, awkwardly shaking the offered hand. “Sorry, I didn’t recognize you with those glasses.” You added meekly, feeling like dying of mortification. As it happened to be, the position you were aiming for was with the politics department of CNN, and while Tapper wasn’t your potential boss, he definitely was a big shot, being the lead Washington Anchor and everything. Great first impression.

“So, you said you have a job interview at CNN?” he asked, a hint of smugness in his voice. He could clearly sense your embarrassment. “Which department?”

You were definitely blushing now. “Politics.”

"Oh, well best of luck then, hopefully we’ll be colleagues soon.” He said, and you couldn’t make out if he was being serious or just messing with you.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence, you checked the notes you prepared for the interview one last time and if the man next to you was aware of what you were doing, he didn’t care, eyes glued to the screen of his phone. His presence did nothing to calm your fluttering nerves, your leg was twitching like crazy, and he noticed.

“Settle down.” He said quietly without looking up from his phone. His deep voice had a soothing effect, calming you for a brief moment.

When the cab pulled up in front of the CNN building, Jake got out first and held the door for you. Your nervousness came rushing back with a vengeance as you laid eyes on the big red sign over the entrance.

“When you get in, it’s the first elevator on the right, 5th floor.” Jake said, giving you a sharp nod before disappearing into the crowd filtering in and out of the huge glass doors. He could’ve at least said goodbye, you thought.

You quickly made your way inside, there was only half an hour remaining and you still had to find a spot to change, preferably one with a mirror because you certainly looked wild after all that running around. Luckily, there was a spacious restroom right next to the elevator and after you put on your work attire and a bit of makeup, you felt slightly better equipped for the task ahead of you.

+++

The interview went incredibly well, so well that you did a little happy dance on your way back to the elevator, the relief and hope for getting the job putting a pep in your step.

You rode back down to the lobby, where you decided to treat yourself with a nice caramel Frappuccino from the coffee cart. You were just about to get your purse out to pay when a familiar voice called out from behind you.

“Here, let me get this. And a black coffee please.”

Jake Tapper stepped up beside you and put the required money on the counter. He looked like he had just come off air, there was still a smudge of studio makeup on the collar of his dress shirt, and his hair was meticulously styled.

Again, his presence was slightly unsettling to you, even more so with him being in his anchor attire. Before you could reply anything, he grabbed your cup, which was almost overflowing with whipped cream and syrup, from the barista and handed it to you with a slightly disgusted expression on his face. “I wanted to pay for this atrocity of a beverage to make up for my rude behavior earlier, but now I’m doubtful if I’m really doing you a favor.”

“To be quite honest, I pity you for drinking black coffee while I can enjoy this.” You replied, taking a deep sip of the drink, sighting as its delicious sweetness covered your tongue. “But thank you.” You added. “Everything is forgiven, you were just as stressed out as I was.”

Jake watched you with an unreadable expression for a moment before he opened his mouth again. “Still, my apologies. The documents in the suitcase were of a very delicate nature, a source gave them to me, they could’ve caused quite some trouble in the wrong hands.” He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking of how to continue.

“Anyway, how did the interview go?” he asked, his voice bare of any teasing now.

“It went pretty well, I’d say. They told me I’m going to hear from them in about a week, which is good, that way I’d still have another three weeks to pack up my life in Phoenix and move here should they offer me the position.”

“Phoenix, huh.” Jake remarked, taking a sip from his own coffee. “That’s a long way. What made you decide to apply for a job that would require you to move all across the country?”

“Phoenix is great, but its Phoenix, you know. Things are different down there, slow-paced, you always feel like you’ll never be on the frontline, especially when it comes to covering politics. And DC is where the magic happens, so it was the only logical choice for me.” You replied.

“Well, I can’t argue with that. But make sure you’ll bring a coat with you should you get the job, compared to Phoenix, DC is artic.” Jake noted, the glint of humor making his eyes appear warm and open. He really looked handsome when he smiled, you noticed, there were little wrinkles around his eyes and his teeth were perfectly straight and white.

“I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m sure I’ll find something to keep myself warm once I’m here.” You said, looking directly at him. Somehow, this man brought out your flirtatious side.

He chuckled again, a low and pleasant sound. It sounded downright sexy, and you could feel a small shiver going down your spine. He and reached into the pocket of his suit jacket, retrieving a pen. He scribbled something onto one of the paper napkins that had come with your coffee order and handed it to you.

“If you get the job, just contact me and I’ll make sure you have every amenity you need to properly settle in.” he said, and by now he was blatantly flirting with you, something you did not mind at all.

“I’ll be sure to stay in touch, Mr. Tapper.” You spoke. “But I have to run now. Thanks for the drink.”

“Goodbye, Ms. Y/L/N. I’m looking forward to giving you the grand tour on your first day here. And it’s Jake, please.”

+++

You got the job. The next weeks were a blur of goodbyes, moving boxes and apartment hunting. You barely had a moment to breathe, and it was only when you packed your final stuff into your black suitcase that you remembered Jake Tapper, and that you were supposed to contact him. You had kept the napkin with his number in your purse, and when you fished it out and dialed, your heart sped up, fluttering like a bird inside your chest.

You hung up before even hearing the first ring. What you were trying to achieve with this call? He had been clearly flirting with you back in DC, and now you were about to start working for the network he basically was the face of. And yes, he was funny and attractive, but getting tangled up with the big star before you even got a foot in the door there didn’t sound like the best idea.

You decided to let it slide. Your career came first now, you had worked too hard to let a fling get in the way of that.

+++

The first day was a crazy whirlwind of impressions and faces, and when you finally settled into your little secluded work booth, you felt a tad overwhelmed by all the input. You were about to set up a little framed picture of your parents, when you felt someone approaching your desk. Before you could turn around, a coffee cup was placed in front of you, filled to the brim with whipped cream and all kinds of toppings and syrup.

“I didn’t remember your exact order, so I just requested the one that looked the most repugnant.” A deep voice said from behind you, and your heart started beating faster. It was Jake Tapper. “You didn’t call.” He stated. “I had to find out through the grapevine that you got the position.”

“Thank you for the coffee, this actually looks perfect. And I’m really sorry for not calling, the last weeks have been crazy, I just forgot.” You lied, trying to look as apologetic as possible.

He leaned onto the edge of your desk, his arm crossed in front of his chest. He looked really good, still in his casual clothes, his hair falling into his face. His dark eyes were fixed on you, and the look he was giving you was so intense that you felt your palms starting to get sweaty. You felt your resolve not to get involved with him crumble more with every minute in his presence.

“No offense taken.” He said, and the timbre of his voice made goosebumps break out on your arms. “Unfortunately, it’s already too late for me to give you the office tour. But let me make it up to you. Drinks, tonight after work?”

You decided to have some of fun with him, he was acting a bit too self-assured for your liking. You stretched your arms out above your head and let out a yawn. “Today was so busy, I just need to go home and get some sleep. But how about you ask me later again that week, maybe I’ll be free then.”

For a brief moment, Jakes eyes were transfixed on your thin blouse stretching over your chest, just like you intended. There was a voice in the back of your head, screaming at you to stop acting stupid and turn the man down. But you ignored it, he was too intriguing, too alluring to just send him away.

Jakes eyes snapped back to your face.

“I’m sure we can find another day. I’ll just visit you again.” He said, giving you another intense look.

“Sounds good for me. I have to finish unpacking everything now, but thanks again for the coffee.” You smiled cheekily, scooping up a dollop of whipped cream with your finger and sticking it into your mouth.

There was just the smallest hitch in Jakes breath, but you noticed. Strike, you thought gleefully. “I’ll see you around then.” He said, his voice slightly stained, before he disappeared in a hurry.

You leaned back into your chair with a smug grin, taking a deep sip of your hot beverage. That went surprisingly well. You pushed the nagging thought that getting into something with him was not a good idea aside. A couple of drinks wouldn’t hurt.

+++

You felt a small sense of triumph when Jake already returned the next day.

“For a man who claimed to be so busy back at the airport, you certainly have a lot of free time to visit me.” You greeted him with a cheeky grin.

“I was on this floor, so I thought I’d stop by to say Hi.” Jake said. He was wearing his glasses today and it was doing crazy things to your body. You weren’t sure if you could reject another invitation, but still decided to play it cool.

“Well, lucky me, I guess. Hi. No coffee today?” you asked, giving him a little fake pout.

“I see, I already spoiled you.” Jake chuckled, but his eyes were affectionate.

“You could make it up to me, though, maybe by buying me a drink tonight after work?” The smile that flashed over Jakes face made you forget any regret you might have felt about giving in so soon. Being the reason he smiled like that felt really good.

“It would be my pleasure. I’ll be on air until five, so I pick you up here at six?”

“So you’re just assuming that I’m going to work overtime?“

“It’s your first week on the job, of course you work overtime.” Jake shot back, grinning.

He was right, of course, you still had to learn your way around the department, so you decided to stay an hour longer each day to get the hang on everything.

“Just be here at six, smart arse.” You joked, and instantly regretted it, afraid you were being overly comfortable with Jake. But he just winked at you and walked away, a slight spring in his step.

+++

Jake was punctual, picking you up from your booth at six sharps. He was acting like a real gentleman, holding the door to the office, the cab and the bar he picked out, a cozy place in downtown DC, away from Capitol Hill and the possibility of running into someone familiar.

The black suit he was wearing and the martini he had ordered gave Jake a very James-Bond-like look that you enjoyed immensely. You made a terrible “shaken, not stirred” joke that, miraculously, still made him laugh. Conversation was surprisingly easy, Jake could contribute something to basically any topic you broached. His vast knowledge of…well, everything was simultaneously sexy and intimidating, something that could be applied to his whole persona.

It wasn’t like he was a completely different person than on his show, his sharp observations and cutting sarcasm were still very much there, making you a bit hesitant to voice all your opinions freely. But there also was a lighter side to him that didn’t appear on television. For example, he was a huge nerd. You just uttered “Star Wars” a single time and spent the next twenty minutes listening to his detailed ranking of the entire movie franchise. At first, you were just feigning interest, but he was so passionate about the topic that you couldn’t help but get interested. When you confessed that you had never seen a Star Wars movie before, Jake wasn’t having it.

“Ok, this can’t stand. Friday, my place, were watching Star Wars. I can’t let you run around that uneducated.” He replied, and your heart took up pace like a racehorse. Going to his place was a huge step after just one date and really knowing each other for only three days. But as much as you wanted to decline, you wanted nothing more than to spend some more time with this man, against all reservations you had.

“I have a master’s degree from Brown, don’t call me uneducated.” you said, reaching out to playfully slap his arm. But he caught your wrist mid-air, making blood rush to your face because of the grip of his fingers against your skin.

“Careful, Y/N.” he murmured. Why was his voice suddenly so deep and sensual? Your eyes met, and for a second, the air was buzzing between the two of you. Then Jake let go of your hand, and the moment was over. But you could still feel a lingering prickle at where his skin had touched yours.

“So, what do you say?” He asked, his voice back to its normal tone. You had to decide quickly, not about watching Star Wars but about what kind of message to send to Jake. Coming over to his place was a risk, were you ready to take it?

He looked at you, waiting for you to say something, and his eyes were so damn hopeful.

“Sure, why not. But there better be snacks.” You replied. Here goes nothing.

+++

It was Friday, and you stood in front of Jake Tappers apartment door, a bottle of wine clutched in your sweaty hand. You weren’t sure what one was supposed to bring for a Star Wars movie night, so you decided on a white wine you liked to buy for yourself.

A moment after you rung the doorbell, Jake was already there, almost as if he had been waiting behind the door. You smiled at him, presenting the bottle.

“I hope you like white wine.” you said. Wow, what a lamer starter, you thought. But Jake graciously took the bottle and stepped aside to let you enter the apartment.

“I love white wine, thank you very much.” He said, sounding genuine.

His flat was nice, clean and surprisingly void of clutter. You had never been to his office but back at the bar he had talked about collecting a lot of historical stuff back, he obviously kept all of that at work. There was a nice, comfortable looking sofa, but it was the table in front of you that made your eyes light up.

“Oh my god, Jake, this is snack heaven! You really outdid yourself.” You exclaimed, beaming at him. There were chips, dips, popcorn, chocolate covered pretzels and even jellybeans.

“You said you wanted snacks.” Jake said, matter-of-factly and you took a moment to really look at him. He was dressed casually today, wearing a grey jumper that looked incredibly soft, and jeans. Overall, he looked fantastic, and you could feel your heart starting to beat faster when you were thinking about sitting close to him on the sofa.

“How about you make yourself comfortable, I’m going to pour us some wine and then we can get started.” Jake said, disappearing into the kitchen. You sat down on the sofa, it was really cozy. You had to keep yourself from snuggling back into the cushions, reminding yourself that you were not at home here and this was still very much Jake Tappers apartment. A moment later, the man himself came back, carrying two glasses of wine that he put down in front of you on a small spot of the table that wasn’t occupied by snacks.

He sat down next to you, keeping a respectful distance.

“So, we are going to start with the fourth movie, which is actually the first movie that was filmed back in 1978, they made three prequels later but nobody that considers themself a true Star Wars fan would introduce someone to the franchise by watching part one.” Jake explained. Seeing him so passionate about this was really endearing, even if you weren’t a hundred percent sure what he was talking about.

“You have my complete and total trust in this matter, I am here to learn.” You joked, and Jakes responding chuckle made warmth bloom in your belly.

The movie was really good, you were intrigued by the characters and the storyline, but what was even better was watching the film with Jake. Some people were annoyed by others talking during a movie, but you enjoyed the occasional fun fact immensely, and Jake was a walking encyclopedia of Star Wars trivia.

“Did you know that the guy who did Darth Vader’s voice and the actor who played him never actually met?”

“During the trash compactor scene, Mark Hamill held his breath for so long that a blood vessel in his face popped, that’s why they only took shots from one side, pay attention to it and you will notice.”

You quietly munched your popcorn while he was talking, watching him with keen interest bothering on fascination. Star Wars fan Jake was glorious in his nerdiness. How was this the same man that was ripping apart politicians every day on television and had snapped at you at the airport?

“I’m sure someone told you this before, but you a such a nerd.” You grinned, playfully throwing a piece of popcorn at him.

“I consider myself the nerd king.” He declared, voice so deadly serious that you couldn’t stop yourself from bursting out laughing. Jake turned around to look at you. Why was his face so mesmerizing? And why was he suddenly sitting so close to you?

“Your laugh is beautiful.” He said quietly. And then he was kissing you. Your brain tried to catch up and make sense of the sudden new development, but Jakes lips were too soft and his hand on your tight to warm and heavy for you to focus on anything else. You responded enthusiastically, tilting your head to deepen the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, teasing you until you opened your mouth.

His hands were on your hips now, pulling you closer until you were sitting on his lap. He leaned into the back of the sofa and slid his palms down your sides until they settled on your ass. You started to softly grind your hips into his and your body went into overdrive as you felt the evidence of how much he was enjoying the kiss pressed against your core through your jeans.

“Jake.” You moaned against his mouth. “What about the movie?”

“Fuck the movie.” He whispered, attacking your lips again, his hands squeezing your ass.

Breaking the kiss, you brought some distance between your faces to look at him with mock indignation.

“Don’t let your nerd friends hear that.”

“My nerd friends would tell me to shut up about Star Wars when a woman like you is sitting on my lap.” Jake responded with a smirk, and you couldn’t argue with that.

He kissed you again, and needless to say, you didn’t finish the movie.

Jake took you to his bed instead, slowly undressing you, kissing and touching every inch of your skin he could reach in the process. He slid between your legs, entering you in one fluid motion and your hands stayed tangled in his hair as you moved against each other. His eyes never left yours, and from the way he looked at you, you knew that this was something real. When you hit your peak, your guttural cry of Jakes name was all it took for him to follow you over the edge.

Afterwards, you snuggled up against him and silently thanked the fates that you had picked up that wrong suitcase.

(about 6 months later)

“I can’t believe ours really are the last ones.” You groaned, leaning onto Jake while stifling a yawn. “I just want to go home.”

“You slept the whole flight, Y/N, and I’m sure the luggage will be here any moment. Patience, love.” Jake replied, sounding rather tired himself.

You had just arrived from Barbados, your first holiday together. It had been amazing, nothing but eating, swimming and relaxing for two weeks. But it was the middle of the night now, and you had already been waiting at the baggage claim for thirty minutes.

“Just stay here and let me lean on you and I’ll be fine. You have to watch me anyway, not that some grumpy, hot stranger mistakes my luggage for his and I meet him at the service desk and fall irrevocably in love with him because of that.” You said, letting out a soft chuckle.

Jake just wrapped his arm around you, pulling you tightly against his chest.

“That’s why I got you that nice red suitcase for your birthday, can’t let that happen again.”

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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04 | trouble | greg sanders | csi:vegas

Notes:

So this came to me earlier. And I make no promises that this is even remotely accurate for how things would actually play out or progress, but it’s fanfiction. I did my best with realism, but you’re warned up front. I am not either a law enforcement professional, nor am or have I ever been involved in things like this.. Nor do I claim to know how shock / people would react in a situation like Belle is in currently. I’m doing my best with it.

That being said, I hope you guys are enjoying this so far. It’s been another fun one to write because it has crime and stuff in it AND romance and fluff ( well I mean it will eventually)

Warning:

Mentions of murder / crimes. Attempted murder. Stalking & slight hints at violence. Your typical crime show type stuff. Read with caution, loves.

Summary:

Belle’s come to Vegas to escape an ex fiance. To try and pick herself up and move past what she’s witnessed. But she might just be in over her head this time...

Pairing:

Greg Sanders X Sidle!Sibling OFC, Belle.

Other Parts:

[ one - two - three part 1 - three part 2 - soundtrack ]

Tagging:

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@twistnet

Other Stuff:

[ faq & tag list doc ]

FOUR.

The calls started a day or two later. From an unknown number. At all hours of the day and night. I’d gotten to a point where between the calls and the nightmare and my mind replaying everything I’d seen in the alley that last night in New Orleans, I was barely sleeping.

I’d just started to doze off on the couch in front of the television when the cell phone charging on the end table started to ring.

I gulped, suddenly wide awake all over again.

My hands shook as I reached out to pick up my ringing phone, just to see who it was. I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding when I realized that it wasn’t another unknown number, it was Greg.

“Greg, hi.”

“ Hey. So, I thought I’d call. Make sure you were okay while I’ve got a thirty minute break.”

I stretched and smiled a little. The tension that had built up in me was starting to subside and I slipped off my sister’s couch, pacing the living room of her apartment for a few seconds. “How’s everything going there?”

“It’s been a slow night tonight. What about you?” he answered.

… aside from every single time I try to get some sleep, I’ll hear a noise and freak out, go for the gun I caved in and bought myself or my switchblade.. Or when I do manage to drift off, I’m getting creepy calls or I see a slow mo replay of how I watched my ex fiance kill a man in cold blood or how he almost ran me over with his car… Instead of dumping it all on Greg, I shoved it down all over again.

I guess my thought process is that if I shove all this down deep enough, it’ll eventually disappear and I’ll be fine again. Logically, I know it’s not true, but it’s the only thing I can do right now.

,, aside from staying in this apartment and never leaving the safety of it again. How’s that working out for you, huh?” my mind taunted me. I used to be a lot braver than this. I used to always have a ton of ideas and approaches for women who found themselves in my situation right now. Funny, when I need it most just to get by, that bravery and boldness has pretty much vanished.

I never thought I’d be the girl who had an actual panic attack at the thought of going out to pick up groceries and go for a job interview. A job interview that I’d no doubt been so jittery during that I wouldn’t be getting.

Fingers tangled in my hair, tugging as I paced the darkened room. The silence felt heavy. And I felt like I was being watched.

Just like I have every single night since I left New Orleans.

“Are you there, Belle?” Greg’s voice brought me out of my own head and I managed a shaky “Yeah. Yeah, I’m here, I’m fine.. Just thinking.” response. He repeated his question. I knew he didn’t believe a single word when I reassured him for a second time that I was fine.

I thought I heard the ladder to the fire escape rattle and I tensed, going quiet. My breath catching in my throat.

Almost as soon as I heard the guy who lives below my sister and Gil start up a conversation on his cell phone, I let out a ragged breath.

“Have you been able to sleep?” Greg asked a few seconds later.

It was a question I didn’t dare answer because I’m discovering that apparently, Greg is gonna be the one person other than Sara that I can’t hide things from. My mouth opens and out comes the truth.

And he’s already involved in this bullshit enough.

I finally sighed. “Here and there.”

It wasn’t a complete lie.

“You need sleep, Belle.”

If the situation I was in weren’t scaring me to death. If I didn’t have so much on my mind already, the tone of his voice all calm and firm… It would’ve done things to me.

,, being a sucker for a firm tone and a pair of deep brown eyes hasn’t done you any favors at all so far in life, Belle.” was my immediate thought. And that was followed by a quieter one. It almost didn’t sound like my own thought at all… It kind of made me think of and miss my mom.

,,We Sidle women certainly have ourselves a well established type.” for a few seconds, I wasn’t sure if it were the delirium from lacking sleep for a while now or my own memories of her… But I could almost close my eyes and see her perfectly as she said it. It had been the opening line of her toast to my aunt years ago.

It had been the last thing she spoke on mine and Sara’s actual father, and it was the very thing she said in a dreamy tone when she met the man that ultimately became our stepfather years down the road… A man who come to think of it, reminded me a lot of Gil Grissom. ,, And Greg.” my mind interjected but I shoved it back out quickly.

And if I really thought back further… The little bits I remembered about our father reminded me an awful lot of Vinnie.

I sighed.

“I know, I just… Can’t. I keep replaying it in my head.” I wiped at my eyes. Lack of sleep had them burning.

Again, it wasn’t a total lie. It was the truth, just leaving out the simple fact that there was so much more to the story than Greg even really knew.

I flopped back down on the sofa and my eyes settled on the microwave’s clock. Only a little after 1 am.

“Yeah, I know what you mean… a few years back, I went through something similar.” Greg admitted, going quiet on his end of the line for a second or two. I heard him take a sip of something and it made me think of the Corona sitting on the counter in the kitchen. Probably lukewarm by now. I rose from the couch, slinking into the kitchen and picked up the glass, taking a long sip. I nodded to myself when he gave me the vaguest runthrough of what happened to him. Sara had mentioned the incident to me back then. I remember actually buying a Vegas newspaper just to see how everything played out. It just seemed so senseless and cruel, what he’d had happen to him.

“All I want to do is sleep. Forget. But every time I’m close, I’ll hear a noise in this place and I’ll be wide awake.” I admitted it before I could stop myself.

Greg cleared his throat. For a few seconds that stretched into hours it seemed, he was quiet. Like he was thinking. Like there was something he wanted to say.

“I’ll be fine, I swear.” I reassured him, even though I honestly didn’t know I would be.

I didn’t even really know if I was going to make it out of this situation alive if I were going to be totally honest about it.

XXX

“Heard you talkin in here.” Nick spoke up from the doorway of the break room.

Greg nodded, continuing to pace the room. It was harder to talk to her on the phone than in person. And it was driving him insane, knowing that she was going to do everything in her power to seem fine.

After telling Sara the whole story earlier, -or what he knew of it so far, Sara filled him in on how Belle tended to avoid handling things. Told him that she’d always been real skittish. Avoided confrontations, especially with men, like the plague. Knowing why that was really made him angry. Had him feeling more protective.

Everything Sara told him in their earlier conversation about Belle’s situation when he called to warn her stuck with him. It explained why she always seemed to want to back away whenever she’d get close. Or stop herself short of saying something on more than one occasion. Like she wanted to trust him but she was too afraid. ,, between the two exes Sara did tell you about and this asshole Vinnie… Can you really say you blame her?”

“I heard what happened a few nights ago, man. Is she alright?”

“She’s not sleeping. I think I’ve seen her leave Sara and Gil’s place two times since… Without me.”

Nick eyed him and gave a knowing smirk as he did so. “Whaddya mean without you?”

“I said what I said. She’s over there freaking out, Nick. What am I supposed to do, just pretend I don’t know?”

“Oh. Oh.” Nick muttered as it all clicked into place for him. For as long as he could remember, Sara had always threatened to introduce Greg to her little sister. Kept saying she had a ‘feeling’ about the two.

,, looks like big sister’s hunch might just be right because he’s in head over heels. This is even more than he got involved with that Ellen woman a few years back.” the thought came but Nick kept it to himself.

Greg insisted it was friendship. It was because Sara seemed worried about her when she’d talked to him about her sister using the apartment while she and Gil were away on sabbatical. But Nick wasn’t stupid. He could see it.

Clearly.

“What the hell do you mean Oh?” Greg questioned, pacing a little, finishing off a burrito, swearing because as per usual, when he got to the middle of it, it was still mostly frozen. Nick nodded to a chair and Greg sat down, drumming his fingers on the table.

Nick turned the chair so that the back was against his chest and he sat down, chuckling as he shrugged. “I told you ya had a type, Greggo.”

“I don’t have a type. And it’s not even like that. She’s here by herself, man.” Greg pointed out, taking the last bite of the less than satisfying burrito.

“And in danger.” Nick reminded Greg gently. Greg nodded, shrugging. Nick happened to see the flash of anger in the other man’s normally warm eyes and he chuckled, shaking his head. “The more you keep tellin yourself this isn’t what it’s turnin into.. The faster it’s gonna turn into that.”

“Look. There’s something there, okay? But I’m ignoring that for now. All I know is that she’s going through something.”

“Just be careful, man.” Nick warned.

“This isn’t the same thing as Ellen, Nick.”

“I didn’t say it was. I don’t feel like it is at all, man. I just feel like there’s more to this than you realize.” Nick admitted, standing up.

“C’mon. Langston just sent me down to tell ya we got a case anyway, man. On the outskirts, near that one shady biker bar.”

“Just fuckin great.” Greg grumbled, standing. Launching the wrap that his burrito had come in at the trash. “What’s it look like this time?”

“Well, it was a shootout. Probably rival MC’s. There’s no tellin out there, man. You know that same as me.”

Greg nodded, the two men going silent.

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Movement down in the parking lot caught my eye. More to the point, movement over by my car. I stared out the window, watching the black hooded figure pacing back and forth. The glow of a cigarette dangling between their lips. I could see it from where I stood in my sister’s living room window.

My heart was pounding a little faster. When the black hooded figure turned and seemed to be facing me, I dove out of sight, pressing against the wall. My breathing ragged, filling the heavy silence.

It was a little after 3 am now. And I’d almost been sleeping. But then I thought I heard the doorknob to the apartment’s front door start to jiggle, rocking hard as if someone were trying to force their way in. It hadn’t been, because I sat there in the dark, staring at the doorknob for almost ten minutes with nothing. Tensed up, my hand never far from the gun I’d stopped to buy myself earlier.

The gun sat on the end table, in my line of sight. It hadn’t left my sight since I’d stopped to buy it. It wouldn’t leave my sight anytime in the foreseeable future, either.

The moonlight through the window settled on the gun and I swallowed hard, squeezing my eyes shut. Trying to take a few long and deep breaths, trying to tell myself that maybe it was just one of the guys in the building, staggering around the parking lot too drunk to function and they’d just stopped by my car purely on accident. A coincidence.

But why linger for such a long time? Why stare up at the building?

After a few minutes of standing there, I made myself look down into the parking lot.

The black hooded person was gone, and I took a few long and shaky breaths to pull myself together.

Maybe it was nothing.

Yeah, it had to be nothing.

Deep down, I had the distinct feeling that it wasn’t just a random inconsequential happening. That the person had been lingering by my car. And not by accident, either.

,, Welp, there goes any hope of sleeping tonight. Between the nightmares and the replay of a few nights ago and what I just saw…” I thought to myself as I made my way into the kitchen, preparing to brew myself a very strong pot of black coffee because that was probably the only way I was going to stay awake.

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Starstruck (7)

I’m back again and so quickly! Ha! I’m getting soooo close to finishing this but now I’m distracted writing my other series lol.

While writing this I thought a lot about how much Tom actually curses vs. how little I put in andddd it’s pretty disproportional. I mostly just don’t speak like that so it carries over into my writing, but whatever. I’ll stick with it.

Anyways pls enjoy

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Fandom: Tom Holland

Ship: Tom x reader

Setting: Mostly LA, a little bit of South Korea in this one, but it doesn’t really talk about it

Word Count: 2146

Warnings: Mild language as per usual

Rating: K+

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You tore apart your room looking for your favorite swimsuit, an olive green bikini top that accentuated your chest and a pair of black high cut bottoms that lengthened your legs nicely.

It had been a few days since you went and stayed with b/f/n and she now wanted to go to the beach with you. You hadn’t gone out much since due to the paparazzi, who still hung around your house sometimes.

The suit was nowhere to be found, every drawer and cabinet searched high and low.

And then you spotted something in the corner of your eye.

A beach bag slumped over the chair by your desk.

Could it be?

Unless…?

You stepped carefully towards it, dreading opening up the bag and the subsequent memories attached to it. The hurt of what Tom did was still fresh, but better than before.

Neither of you had had contact since his final message to you, which was something you weren’t sure if you were happy, sad, or mad about.

You’d thought about what Caroline had said in the past few nights, losing sleep over her words.

There’s no way I’ve caught feelings for the guy, right?

I mean, sure. He’s handsome, nice accent, great muscles, smells good, dancer, good sense of humor. The list could go on, I guess.

Oh wait. Shit.

Those thoughts flooded your mind as you dumped the contents of the bag onto the carpet, something landing with a heavy thud underneath the swimsuit you’d been searching for.

You peeled away the clothes and things to find a yellow glass bottle, Tom’s stupid unopened cologne now rested on the floor of your room. You stared at it for a few seconds, not knowing what to think.

You’d pretty much forgotten about it since the incident, pushed far from every other thought you’d had since that day.

A buzz suddenly sounded from your phone on the bed, revealing a text from b/f/n saying she was on her way.

Not wanting to run late, you sat the bottle on the desk and ran to the bathroom to change before she arrived.

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Photographers followed you and b/f/n at the beach, probably wanting to write a gossip piece about how you were “moving on.” Neither of you cared.

Instead, you both actively posed for the cameras for a little bit, laughing at the men’s persistence. Eventually, however, another of many celebrities in the area caught their eyes and they left, giving you much needed peace.

After a couple hours spent swimming, taking selfies, and tanning, the two of you gathered your things and headed for lunch at a nearby cafe.

As you sat and ate under an umbrella, you found an article that had already been written containing photos from the beach earlier. It was titled “Moving on? Y/l/n spotted in spicy bikini with pal,” something that made you roll your eyes.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if we reposted some of these pictures?” you joked to b/f/n.

“Yes oh my gosh! That would be hilarious! Send me the article,” she agreed.

You both screenshotted some pictures, picking your favorite to be the cover of your next Instagram post and intermixing some of the day’s selfies, too. Each of you hit post, tagging one another, and went back to your food.

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The day had been long but perfect.

B/f/n dropped you at your house late that afternoon, both of you tired from sitting in the sun most of the day. Since then, you’d spent the evening with your family and now prepared for bed.

You hadn’t checked your phone much since posting the photos, but you opened instagram to find that tons of Tom’s fangirls had liked and commented on your picture, most of them pretty supportive.

Your caption had read “Apparently this is a spicy swimsuit and somehow it’s helping me move on from drama. Either way, today was a much needed beach day with my fav!”

Other of your friends commented inside jokes, adding fire and pepper emojis, and called you spicy.

You spent a few minutes replying to comments when you decided to look at the likes. You searched “Holland” in the bar, wanting to see how many fans were liking it, but the first name caused your stomach to drop.

Tomholland2013

There was a blue checkmark signifying it was him, too.

There was no way he’d done it earlier, so you went back to the comments, where you found a new comment from only a minute before that read “OMG TOM LIKED!”

You were shocked to say the least. Was this some kind of a joke to him? Or was this his way of reaching out from a distance? Your thoughts became frequent and jumbled, and finally you decided to put up the phone and truly get ready for bed.

On the back of your desk chair was draped your favorite sleep shirt. As you went to grab it, the cologne bottle caught your eye once again.

You stared at it for a minute, then did something you’d probably regret later.

You ripped off the plastic wrap off top and uncapped it. You took a heavy breath, and then spritzed the scent a few times over the sheets.

It wafted up around you, filling your nose with the musky sweetness you were familiar with.

After changing, you crawled into bed, the smell overcoming you, relaxing you. Surprisingly, butterflies filled your stomach as warm memories of yours and Tom’s night together came to mind once again.

Ah shit. Caroline was right was the last thought to cross your mind as sleep overtook you.

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Stan Twitter and Insta had blown up overnight as Tom’s fans speculated about him liking your post (and of course it just had to be one in a swimsuit). You tried not to think about it too much as you once again went to dance and tried to let off steam.

After class came and went, a parent came to let you know that once again there were dozens of people outside waiting for you with cameras and whatnot.

Your friends offered to help walk you to the car, but you were honestly angry. Enough was enough.

“I knew things would get crazy but this has gone on for too long. Celebrities might have to put up with this, but I don’t,” you spat, shouldering your dance bag and heading for the door.

A few people tried to stop you but you just shrugged them off.

“Y/n, y/n!” the people began yelling, fighting to see who would get to your first. One woman beat out the rest and shoved a microphone in your face, the cameraman blocking your way.

“Tell us about your time with Tom Holland! We only want the truth!” she exclaimed with her feigned enthusiasm.

”You don’t want the truth, you want a story,” you began. Seeing the way people already looked uncomfortable with that statement, you continued.

“You take a good, normal person and turn him into your own little reality show. You build him up into a big celebrity just so you can tear him down in public.”

You were beginning to feel your face heat up and eyes threaten tears, but still you continued, looking out at the rest of the crowd.

“Just so you can sell magazines and TV shows? That’s really sick. And Tom Holland’s just one example. He’s talented and successful. He’s all the stuff lots of kids dream of having.”

Nothing you said had a hint of sarcasm or disdain, but rather it was a defendant tone. Now you took on an accusatory one directed at the reporters.

“But thanks to you, he’s had to give up some of the best things in life. Freedom. Privacy. Honesty. So congratulations, you’ve created a celebrity. But you have wrecked the human being inside. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

You finished the tirade, a tear slipping onto your cheek as you remembered the night he spent at your house telling you about how he often missed normal life. There was a heavy pause but cameras continued to flash. The reporter turned to her cameraman.

“Did you get that?” she asked. He nodded, so she turned back to you.

“Y/n, y/n just one more question. In your opinion, who is Tom Holland really?”

You looked at her, taken aback. Your blood boiled.

“Who is he? I don’t know. The Tom Holland you’re all so obsessed with…” you took a moment to collect your thoughts. “I promise you I never met him. And I wouldn’t want to.”

With that, you pushed through the crowd and to your car, hoping they were satisfied.

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On the other side of the world, Tom was becoming stir crazy. By the time Tom had awoken, videos and transcripts of your speech were already circulating the internet and he was overwhelmed and frankly angry.

He was supposed to be getting ready for another press day, but how could he do interviews when everyone would just want to hound on him about you?

“Tom, we need to talk,” Harrison said sternly as Tom paced his hotel living room. Harry and Sam stood behind him in the entryway..

“Alright what on?” he asked as though nothing was wrong.

“Tom. Tell us what’s got you acting like this, saying what you did, and her making that speech through tears. You obviously liked that girl and something happened with her,” Harry stated.

Tom paused and turned to the group.

“What are you talking about? There was nothing going on between us.”

They all looked at each other and then Tom like he was an idiot.

“Look mate, you have no reason to lie to us. We always have your back and we’ll probably understand,” Sam added. The group took a few steps forward.

Tom was becoming more agitated and avoided eye contact with all of them. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest.

“First off, I’m not lying. And secondly, if I were, you all wouldn’t understand anyways because you aren’t me! None of you get what it’s like living my life and you never will!” Tom exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

The group was taken aback at Tom’s explosive statement and now Harrison was mad too.

“You know what, man? We came here to talk because we care about you. You’ve been a real dick the past few days and it’s getting old. All we wanted to do was help you out but instead you decided to go all movie star on us,” Harrison blurted. He turned to the twins, “Let’s go guys. He’s obviously beyond us.”

The three boys turned to walk out the door and Tom felt a weight drop in his stomach. Harry was just starting to open the door when Tom stopped them.

“Wait!” he paused and took a deep breath, “I’ll tell you all what’s really going on, but you have to let me tell the whole story first.”

They reluctantly turned back, eventually making themselves comfortable around the living room and letting Tom vent out the whole story, including how his management had made him cut ties with you.

“She was so honest and kind and I blew it. The more distant from her I can make myself, the better. I couldn’t let myself bring you in on this secret and feel bad too. She deserves to just hate me.”

The boys were all shocked and angered at what was going on.

“Tom, I love you, you’re my brother. But you are such a div! And I mean that in the most extreme manner possible,” said Harry.

“Yeah, come on mate. Just fire them! Why are you letting them control your life?” asked Sam.

“You guys don’t get it! Singleness sells! I can’t jeopardize my career just because I found y/n to be the most beautiful and incredible and real person I’ve ever met. I mean, right?”

Harrison piped up at that.

“You really are more stupid than you look. Tom I’m gonna tell you straight. They’re living in some figmented reality where your relationship status determines whether or not you get hired. I mean, you’re Spider-Man for God’s sake. That has to count for something, right?”

Tom bounced his head back and forth in contemplation.

“I mean I guess-” he started when Harrison cut him off again.

“You guess!” he stood up in disbelief. “You guess? Come on! Directors don’t care who the hell you’re dating if you’re giving them Oscar worthy performances and box office hits! And even then, who cares about your career when you’re putting your heart on the cutting board for it. Just go after the damn girl, Tom. And fire those assholes while you’re at it.”

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A/N: Still can’t believe I got this out so quickly. Anyways, thanks for reading and as always, send me a message or ask if you wanna talk since I can’t respond to comments! (And keep an eye out for “the best revenge,” my new series)

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concealeddarkness13 · 3 years

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WHG Post Games Nesri Part 1

Tagging: @ratracechronicler (also thanks for Rebecca and Elvira!), @maple-writes (also thanks for Cirrus and Asher!), @nightskywriter, @rhikasa, @pen-of-roses (also thanks for Lynn and Rowan!), @aeslin-writes, @the-moving-finger-writes, @knmartinshouldbewriting, @makeitmonstrous, and @timefirewrites!

It was a cozy apartment, and we had enough rooms that we could be alone, if we liked. Zenith seemed to prefer that, so when word came around that there was going to be a special interview, I made popcorn for everyone who wanted to watch and plan, and we gathered around the TV.

I sat cross-legged on the floor and stuffed an overflowing handful of popcorn into my mouth. Poli’s victory interview yesterday was subdued. He didn’t seem to be as enthusiastic as the Capitol wanted him to be. I had talked to Triel about trying to get him and anyone else out that the Capitol had stolen, so she was working on figuring out who else had been taken from the arena. Shine was leaning against the couch, ready to text me with anything he noticed about the interview. Rowan was leaning against the wall with their arms crossed. Asher was practically sinking into the couch, holding a warm drink, and Cirrus was leaning over the back, looming over Asher. I was still trying to get him to spar with me, but he kept ignoring me. Rebecca was sprawled sideways in the chair with a bowl of popcorn. Her sword was leaning up against the chair within arm’s reach. Also within arm’s reach was Elvira, a pirate Rebecca knew and who Triel recruited. She was sitting more properly, but Rebecca handed her pieces of popcorn every so often.

The Capitol music blared on the TV, and everyone seemed to perk up. Caesar grinned at the cameras, and I threw a piece of popcorn at the screen. “This Hunger Games was full of surprises. It was one of the longest Hunger Games ever, and the excitement was spread out to keep the tension high! We were so disappointed to see some favorites go, but we won’t have to say goodbye to all of them yet…” He paused for dramatic effect, and I threw another piece of popcorn at his stupid face. “We have a surprise for you, one that the Capitol made happen to make everyone happy! Two tributes have miraculously survived, and here they are!” I leaned forward as both Lynn(e)s walked on stage, looking all dressed up and smiling fake smiles.

“Disrespect. If he starts making jokes about their names, I’m kicking his kneecaps up into his throat.” Rebecca glared at the TV screen, and Elvira kept watching. I grinned at Rebecca and gave her a thumbs up before turning back to the TV. Cirrus smiled as he kept watching the screen, and Asher glanced at Rowan. They looked the most visibly shaken: they stiffened and scowled when they saw Lynn, gripping their arm tighter.

But after Rebecca said that, they gave a half-hearted laugh. “I would gladly help.”

Caesar was blissfully unaware of the direct threat to his kneecaps as he pushed onward after Evie and Lynn sat down. “So, could you describe how the Capitol so graciously saved you from the arena?”

Evie smiled. She was being too fake. “I was about to freeze, abandoned in the cold of the arena, but the Capitol graciously came and saved me, pulling me out from the hell of the arena, and into the lesser hell of the—”

She stopped with a grimace, and Lynn started talking. “I believe I was in almost the same situation, near death in the snow, such fond memories.” Lynn smiled, but there was contempt in his voice. “And of all people, my dear sister appears to, as you said, “graciously come save me”.”

Shine texted me. “Evie and Lynn are both wearing shockers. That’s how the Capitol is able to police what they say.”

Elvira spoke before I could explain. “She stopped,” she said suspiciously. “Why so sudden? And why the face?” Rebecca nodded.

“If Lynn’s sister is involved, I can only imagine where exactly they were taken after being pulled out.” Rowan stated coolly, eyes still on the screen.

I kept looking at my phone just in case Shine said something else. “Shine says they’re both wearing shockers, and that’s how the Capitol is policing what they say.”

Cirrus frowned. “Electric shockers? Seems like overkill to me.”

Asher turned to Rowan. “Wait, you know where they are?”

“Not exactly, more just, from what Lynn’s said in the past. He was involved in something that we thought was only in our district that was hurting people.” They sighed, a hand running through their wild hair. “Clearly, his suspicion that it was the same group from the Capitol he left was confirmed.”

“Oh,” Asher’s shoulders fell. “That’s too bad.”

Rebecca made a face. “The Capitol’s adherence to human rights knows no bounds. So, they get shocked if they say something Snow or Caesar doesn’t like?”

Shine nodded, and I shrugged. “I guess so. Shine’s the one who knows about this mechanical stuff.”

Caesar was still barreling on. “What did you think about leaving behind those you cared so much about when you went in the arena?”

Evie bowed her head. “I had to.” She looked up straight into the cameras, and it didn’t seem she was really talking about the people she left by going into the arena, but the people she left by being forced out of the arena. “I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. I’m sorry.”

“She’s talking about us,” Rebecca pointed out.

“Well, I had hoped they would understand when I volunteered for someone so young. Of course, never dreamed one would follow me in there.” Lynn’s face twisted with pain. “I hope they’re okay.”

Asher’s face hardened and he glared at the screen, which was showing Caesar’s face again. “How dare he. I should have killed him. I should have…” He trailed off, and I distinctly remembered his interview, where he had done some interesting (to put it lightly) stuff.

Rowan spoke quietly. “As much as I agree with the thought, I’m afraid of how much worse the Games could have been after if you had, on top of if you would have survived the interview, and personally I’m glad we’ve all made it this far.”

I held up my popcorn bowl towards Rowan. “Cheers, I’ll eat to that.”

“It gives us all a chance to right what they’ve wronged,” Elvira offered.

Caesar laughed, like what Lynn had said was a joke, and I threw more pieces of popcorn at his stupid face. “We have a surprise for you as well!” He gestured for something off-stage, and two people walked on, wearing the same fake smiles. I cursed under my breath. More people the Capitol would hold over them. “Alastair and Laurel! Two people close to Evelynne and Lynn!” The audience roared as they walked over to Evie and Lynn. Evie hugged Alastair tightly, and Lynn stared for a second, fear, panic, and other emotions crossing his face rapidly before he hugged Laurel. “What the h—” He grimaced in pain.

Caesar laughed as the crowd continued to cheer. “We’re going to let them have some time alone..,” He winked at the crowd. “But look forward to more surprises thoughout the week, with a big surprise being announced at an interview at the end of this week! Have a good night and may the odds be ever in your favor!” He ushered them all off the stage, and the screen reverted to its usual Capitol propaganda.

We sat in silence for a little bit. Rowan’s eyes were closed, and he was shaking.

I dumped the rest of my popcorn bowl (admittedly not a lot) into my mouth and leaned back. “So, what are we going to do about this?”

“I’ve seen enough. I’m ready to go get ‘em now.” Rebecca stood up and grabbed her sword. Elvira facepalmed, and Cirrus eyed the sword and mumbled something about wondering where she got that sword and where he could get one.

I laughed and stood in front of her. “As much as I’d like to say I’m with you, it would be suicide to get them now. We’ll have to figure out a time when they’re under less security.”

Shine texted my phone. “The most pressing thing right now is how to get rid of the shockers.” I relayed that to the group.

Rowan took a deep breath and finally opens their eyes. “Alright, does anyone actually know how those work or could possibly make them not work?”

Cirrus shrugged. “Take the battery out?”

Rebecca sat back down, so I did too. “Maybe we can just slice them out like we did with our trackers?”

Elivra pointed out, “That would require getting close to the person without raising suspicion, and it sounds potentially harmful. They’re likely wired differently than the trackers. They must be controlled remotely. If we can destroy or steal whatever triggers the shocks, these two should be safe.” She paused. “Well. Safe-er.”

Shine rolled his eyes at Cirrus’s response, and I made a face at him. He texted my phone. “I can figure out how they work and how to make them stop working, but someone’s going to have to steal one for me. I don’t know what the Capitol would have put in for security measures. I’m not sure where they would be keeping them, however.” I relayed that to the group.

Rebecca spoke up. “I know a guy who might be able to help us narrow that down for you—he’s a sucker for a good cause. Which is why he quit. And I’m sure more than one of us good for sneaking into places we shouldn’t get to.” She looked over at me slyly, and I knew what she was talking about immediately, with the apples during training.

I winked at her. “I’ll totally back you up.”

Asher looked thoughtful for a bit before looking up. “We might not have to do much sneaking. If we can get close enough for someone who works there I could swap them with one of us. Take their soul out and put someone else’s in the body and you could use it like your own.”

Rowan shifted uncomfortably, grimacing. “I’ve had an experience a little too similar in the past to be the one for you to do that with, sorry.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” Asher nodded. “It’s a lot if you’re not ready for it. If we don’t need to do it all the better, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they have this stuff under a lot of security.”

I grinned. It was all coming together. “That woks too! That’ll be our sub-heist!”

“So that takes care of the trackers, but what about actually getting the both of them out?” Cirrus crossed his arms. “Sure you’ll have a field day dissecting some overcharged computer but that doesn’t do anything if we can’t get them free.”

“Are we including the two they brought out on stage as well in this rescue or do you think they were just there as a way to show the Capitol’s power to those two during the interview, if it could be called that?” Rowan said.

I shrugged. “Why not? More of a challenge and more of a “screw you” to the Capitol.”

“Are they innocent? They’re not working with Caesar, are they?” Elvira asked. “It seems like they were being used as a threat. If we abscond with Lynn and Lynne, Snow will have no use for the other two. I, for one, would rather not have that on my conscience, if we can help it.”

Rowan spoke up first. “I can’t say anything about the other, but Laurel is innocent, she’s family, or as close as myself or Lynn have.”

I shook my head. “Alastair was working with us to begin with, so he won’t be working with Snow. He’s offered to help us get into exclusive events if it will help us get them out.”

Rebecca perked up. “Exclusive events? Like what?”

“His father is a close Snow advisor, but he’s not infatuated with Snow like his family is. Triel made sure,” I said quickly. “He has access to tickets to parties and other events that are exclusive to high-ranking officials.”

“Sounds fun,” Cirrus said.

“So, we wait for the Capitol to host something flashy to show off their new trophies, find ourselves with invitations, and leave with these four in tow, shockless and safe?” Elvira asked.

Asher nodded. “I’m in.”

Rowan nodded as well. “Same here.”

Nesri nodded. “It’ll be so much more dramatic!” My phone buzzed. A text from Triel. I relayed it to the group. “So, it turns out the Capitol stole all of the tributes. If we can find a way to steal all of them from under the Capitol’s nose, we can show how little the Capitol can control.” Shit. I looked up at the others. “And just when we were getting things accomplished. How about we save that conversation for later when Triel’s back, so she can explain more about what she learned?”

Everyone nodded, and we headed off for our respective rooms.

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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Peace Like a River Part 10

A Gwilym Lee x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a stand up comic with a pretty dark past. She has a three new lights in her life: her daughter, Violet; her anonymous correspondent, Dear Friend; and Gwilym Lee.

Word Count: 3.4K

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A/N: Alright!! This is more of a set for the coming chapter, but still lots of great stuff! We meet Y/N’s new assistant and find out what happened between Stacy and Henry! Also, Gwilym is maybe catching on!!!! Y’all enjoy :)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

Part 10 here we go!!!

You read his letter over and over again. The whole trip home to Los Angeles, you pondered how to respond. What should you say? Should you come clean in the letters? Would he believe you if he did? Then, there was the matter of his confession and what he said.

Dear Friend. I’m afraid our correspondence must soon come to an end. I’m sorry if this comes as a shock to you, but I’ve met someone. As much as I’ve cherished getting to know you, and connecting with you over our shared interests, the person I’ve come to love is now in front of me. I always could picture a life with you. But she is the one person I cannot imagine my life without.

That being said, my invitation to meet still stands. I’d like for both of us to have some closure, so we won’t spend our whole lives wondering. If you’d prefer to let things lie, that would be alright, too, but I hope you’ll agree with me and have a proper conclusion. Let me know what you decide. Sincerely, Dear Friend.

Your mind raced with everything you had to consider. The time to come clean was upon you. When and where to do it appropriately was the only question left to answer. You knew Gwilym loved you. It was right there in black and white. Crystal clear. That made you so happy you could burst into song and dance. But, a fresh wave of guilt came with the demise of his relationship to Dear Friend.

He told you he was in love with her. Did any of those feelings still linger? How much did he still care? Enough to still want to meet, that was for sure. But he was also willing to just let it go. For you.

Part of you was a little offended. Could he really not even entertain the idea that you were the same person? He told you how alike you and Dear Friend were - which was obvious to you - but had it even crossed his mind? You had to talk to him and find out where his head was at and what he hoped for from all of this.

The only problem was that when you got back to LA, you were busy. You were shopping for Violet’s Christmas gifts, interviewing for a new assistant, your agent was hounding you about a film role she liked for you, and you were trying to squeeze in time to even just tell Gwilym you missed him. Texting was okay, but you missed seeing his face and the sound of his voice.

The only person who probably missed him more than you was Violet. She was pretty depressed, despite being excited for Christmas. Usually, she was in bed when you had time to call or FaceTime with Gwilym, so she missed a lot of it. The moments she did get to talk to him were brief, either in the car or over breakfast before your busy day.

You had booked your trip to London already. You’d be flying in on the twenty-first, just days before Christmas, and you’d stay through the New Year. Violet was incredibly excited. So much so, she was literally counting down the days with an Advent calendar. She had asked you to circle the day you were going to see Daddy, and you obliged.

One week before your departure, you interviewed a final candidate for your assistant. It was a man a little younger than you, named Adam, and his resume was impressive. It was all a matter of what you and Violet thought of him. You were conducting interviews at your house, and when the doorbell rang, she rushed to answer it.

“Hi!” Adam said brightly, smiling at her. “Are you the one hiring an assistant?”

She giggled. “No, silly, it’s my mommy!”

“Of course!” he said dramatically, gently hitting his forehead with the heel of his hand. “I am silly. You just seemed like such a busy girl.”

You grinned. He was already on the right track.

“Adam?” you said, coming to the door.

“Miss Y/L/N?” he returned, extending his hand.

“Y/N,” you told him, shaking it. “Come in, please.”

He followed you into the kitchen, Violet on your heels. She took to Adam quickly, whereas the others seemed sort of put out by her. It was refreshing.

“So, tell me why you left your most recent job,” you said as you took a seat across from him at the table.

“Things weren’t working out with her,” he said.

“Can I ask why?” you wondered.

He took a deep breath. “I might as well tell you so I don’t run into a similar issue. I have a boyfriend. I just came out earlier this year, and she didn’t agree with my ‘lifestyle.’”

You frowned. “That’s terrible. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

He shrugged, but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that told you it bothered him more than he was letting on.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s really not,” you said. “But just so you know, it makes no difference to me.”

He forced a smile. “That’s a relief.”

“So tell me about your strengths as an assistant,” you said.

He immediately straightened up and grew more positive. He was an impressive person, and throughout, he was considerate of both you and Violet. You allowed her to ask questions too, only they tended to pertain to things like if he liked chocolate, and if he did, whether or not he would share with her on the occasions that he had any. He assured her that he would.

“Well, I believe those are all my questions,” you said with a chuckle. “Anything else from you, Vi?”

“Will he come with us to see Daddy?” she wondered.

“Daddy?” Adam questioned.

“My boyfriend,” you said. “He lives in London and we’re going there next week for Christmas.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Sweetie, Adam probably has his own family he wants to see during the holiday,” you explained to your daughter.

“Actually,” he said. “My boyfriend is traveling with his family, and I don’t really speak to mine….” he trailed off.

“Oh, you’d really like to come?” you wondered. “But it’s Christmas, you shouldn’t have to work.”

“I’d love it actually,” he said. “I hate the idea of spending another one by myself.”

You smiled. “Alright. I’ll get you a ticket.”

“And I’ve already got a passport,” he returned with a smirk.

That afternoon, you got a call as you were starting on dinner. You were shocked at the name on the caller ID. It was Stacy. Curious, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?” she said, and you could hear that she had been crying.

“Stacy,” you returned coolly. “What do you want?”

“Well, um, I just spoke to Henry and he dumped me,” she said. “I was just wondering if you’d talked to him or...well…”

You sighed. “No, I haven’t.”

“Really?” she pressed. “He didn’t even give a reason, so I thought…”

“You really think he’d start listening to me all of a sudden?” you replied. “If he ended it, it’s because he didn’t feel it anymore or he couldn’t use you anymore. In either scenario, you’re better off, believe me.”

“Alright,” she sniffled. “I guess I’ll leave you alone then.”

“Goodbye, Stacy,” you said, and hung up.

You were conflicted about how you felt about this new development. You’d resigned yourself to the fact that Stacy would stay with Henry, and you hated the potential harm that could come to her, but you did what you could. The fact that Henry broke up with Stacy despite how the meeting went pissed you off a little. It meant his threat was empty. He was going to leave her anyway. You’d put yourself and your family through that whole ordeal only to find that he was bluffing. He’d used your vulnerability. Of course he had.

Then again, part of you was glad for the confrontation. You no longer feared Henry. Punching him had pretty much rid you of any remaining fear. Gwilym had jokingly named the punch The Defibrillator since you’d struck two spots in the chest at the same time. But in all seriousness, you felt that sense of overcoming your past which had haunted you. Shedding that shadow. That counted for something. You just hated that you’d frightened your daughter and put Gwilym in danger.

You looked out into the living room and watched Adam playing with Violet - she was introducing him to all her stuffed animals - and smiled. The part of your life with Stacy, Henry, and even Dear Friend was done now. You just had to take care of that last bit.

After dinner, you put Violet to bed and Adam offered to help with the dishes in exchange for you feeding him. When you came back down the stairs, you found him at the sink. He had a strangely guilty look on his face.

“What’s up?” you wondered.

“Girl, do you know what year it is?” he returned.

Your brow furrowed. “What?”

“You’re still writing letters? In this day in age?”

Your cheeks went pink.

“You saw my letter?!”

“I didn’t snoop or read it!” he insisted. “It was on the counter and I got water on it. It looked important so I dabbed it with a rag and saw it was a real handwritten letter and suddenly it was the early twentieth century.”

“Come on, everyone likes getting mail,” you argued.

“He’s not overseas fighting World War I,” he retorted. “Slide in the DMs like everybody else.”

You rolled your eyes.

“So, it’s your boyfriend you’re writing to?” he asked.

“I thought you said you didn’t read it,” you said.

“Okay, but I have eyes, so I caught a few things,” he shot back. “Are y’all breaking up?”

“No,” you told him. “He doesn’t know he’s writing to me.”

“O...kay…” he began. “We don’t have time to unpack what you just said to me, but luckily, we have a very long plane ride coming up soon.”

You laughed. “Alright, I’ll explain everything then.”

You helped him finish the dishes and then he left. You went to your desk to write back, but then you got another call. This time, the name thrilled you. It was a FaceTime call from Gwilym.

“Hey, baby,” you said as you picked up.

“Hello, love,” he replied. “How are you?”

“Good!” you told him. “I hired a new assistant today.”

“That’s wonderful,” he said. “What are they like?”

“His name is Adam…”

You told him about it and then he caught you up on the goings on in his life as well. When you came to a lull in conversation, you decided to bring up what had been weighing on you.

“So, there’s something we haven’t talked about,” you said. “I forgot about it after everything that’s happened, but it’s important.”

“What is it?” he wondered.

“Are you sure you have time to talk about it?” you asked. “Isn’t it like four in the morning there?”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “It’s why I called. Let’s talk about it.”

You took a deep breath. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about...Dear Friend.”

“Oh,” he said, and his face fell. “Yes, I figured you’d have questions. Things with her have not been romantic in nature for some time.”

“How do you feel about that?” you asked.

“It’s sort of sad,” he began. “I feel I sort of lead her on only to disappoint her. In a way, I felt I was being unfaithful. But...I couldn’t help what happened between us. As soon as I knew how I felt about you, I told her.”

“And...are you still writing to her?”

“I wrote to her just before I left New York,” he said. “That’s when I explained everything. In the spirit of honesty, I should tell you I’ve still asked her to meet. I want to have proper closure with her.”

You nodded. He frowned.

“You’re not surprised by that?” he questioned.

You blinked. “Oh! Um, no, I am. Sorry, it’s just a lot to process. Do you...do you still care for her?”

“It’s more of a friendly feeling now,” he said. “Because my feelings for you formed. Although honestly, it began to feel like you two were the same person at times. So I felt really conflicted.”

Tell him! Your mind screamed at you. Tell him now, you coward!

“Funny,” you said weakly.

“Do you want me to call it off?” he asked.

You considered it. You wondered if calling it off would make it easier. But you also didn’t want him to wonder. An idea came to you. You weren’t sure if it was the noblest thing, but damn, it was romantic. And if anyone deserved a little romance, it was Gwilym. Especially after everything he’d endured with you and supported you through.

“No,” you said. “I want you to get what you need out of it.”

“That’s...surprisingly understanding of you,” he said.

“Gwilym, I love you,” you told him. “I only ever want you to be completely happy. If meeting her will help you, then I’m gonna be supportive.”

“I appreciate that,” he said. “More than you know.”

“I love you so much,” you said again.

“I love you too,” he replied with a small smile.

“Are you okay?” you wondered.

He looked almost sad. Disappointed.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, but you could tell something was off.

“Gwil,” you pressed.

“I suppose I’m just...I dunno...a bit sad,” he admitted.

“Why?”

“I’ve been writing to this woman for over a year,” he said. “I really...I really thought she was it for me. Happy as I am to have found you, I feel terrible that I’ve hurt her. Or will hurt her. It’s the end of something special.”

You wished you could tell him you were feeling the same way. Even though you knew, it felt sort of bittersweet. All the excitement and mystery would be gone.

“And it sort of makes me feel like the whole thing was just a fantasy,” he said. “That I couldn’t truly love someone without meeting them despite all the ways we connected. It makes me feel so foolish to have believed in it at all.”

Your heart ached for him.

“You’re...you’re not foolish,” you assured him. “You’re a romantic. If it helps, I don’t think what you shared with Dear Friend was just a fantasy. Feelings like that are real and can affect you. You care enough for this person to hurt for her now that it’s over. That’s real.”

He sighed and didn’t answer.

“Besides,” you went on. “Who cares what it means to others as long as you know what you meant to each other?”

His eyes went wide and he gaped at you.

“Y/N -”

You yawned before he could ask the question you’d planted in his mind.

“I’ve got to get some sleep.”

“Hold on - Y/N -!”

“Good night, Gwil!” you chirped. “Love you!”

You waved to him and he sputtered to keep you on the phone, but you hung up, smirking. You wanted to surprise him, but it couldn’t hurt to drop a hint. Giggling to yourself, you began your reply letter.

Dear Friend, you began. I’m not at all surprised by the news you’ve met someone. I’ve had my suspicions since you stopped writing “I love you” before the end of your letters. Let me first say, I completely understand. We can’t control who we fall in love with. I’m happy for you. Second, I also would like real and complete closure. Let’s try to meet again. I promise that I won’t run away this time, no matter what happens or who shows up.

You arranged to meet him on Christmas Eve at eight o’clock in the evening. The place was a park near Gwilym’s home, which you found after some meticulous Googling. You sealed up the envelope and addressed it, one last time. That familiar bittersweet feeling returned. This was the last letter. The end of Dear Friend.

This time, however, you weren’t scared. You had overcome more in the past few weeks than you had ever expected. You were proud of yourself. And you’d found Gwilym’s love amid all of it. It no longer felt uneven. You no longer felt unworthy. Gwilym loved you, and you believed him when he said it. No one could make you feel inferior to him. Not even yourself.

The next day, you went to put the letter in the mailbox just as Adam showed up for work. He laughed as he watched you put the flag up and everything. He got out of his car and you ignored his smug look.

“Letter writing is a lost art,” you said. “Now come inside and help me answer some emails.”

Chuckling, he followed you in. Violet gave a shout of delight at seeing him again.

“Good morning, Mister Adam!” she cried.

“You can just call me Adam, sweetie,” he said. “And good morning.”

“Want some pancakes?” she asked.

He looked at you to be sure there were enough. You nodded.

Well, sure,” he said, sitting down beside her.

You fixed him a plate before joining them with one of your own. Your phone rang and it was Gwilym, FaceTiming again. You answered just as you swallowed a bite of pancake.

“Morning, baby!” you said, leaning closer to Adam and showing Gwilym. “This is Adam, my new assistant!”

“Hello,” Gwilym said politely.

Adam turned his eyes on Gwilym and then choked on his coffee.

“That’s your boyfriend?!” he cried. “That’s a real person?! He’s so handsome!”

Gwilym blushed. “Oh, my, that’s very kind of you.”

“He’s coming with us to London,” you said to Gwil.

“That’s great!” Gwilym said. “Listen, darling, I wanted to ask you something -”

“I wanna talk to him!” Violet whined. “Mommy, let me!”

“Hold on,” you said, looking at Gwil. “Violet wants to say hello.”

He chuckled. “Yes, of course.”

You propped your phone up facing Violet, who beamed.

“Hi, Daddy!” she said.

“Hello, angel!” he returned. “How are you?”

She started jabbering away to him. Adam leaned over to you.

“Goddamn, Y/N!” he whispered. “That’s her dad?”

“Long story,” you said. “But no, her biological father isn’t in the picture. It’s sort of funny she just called him Daddy one day and it stuck.”

Adam glanced at the phone, where you both got a glimpse of Gwilym smiling at Violet.

“Shit, I’d call him Daddy too,” Adam muttered.

You snorted and burst into a fit of giggles.

“Adam!” you scolded playfully. “You’re taken! And so is he!”

“I can look at the menu without ordering!” he argued, laughing.

You enjoyed your breakfast, keeping Gwilym on the phone so it was like he was there with you. You missed him so much. You longed to reach over and take his hand. To feel his warmth and affection.

You could tell he wanted to ask you again about the reference to the letters, but it wasn’t a good time with Violet and Adam there. He was clearly disappointed when you did have to hang up and start with your day.

“Okay, so your first order of business is the movie role your agent has sent you…” Adam checked his laptop. “Four emails about. Literally in the last half hour.”

“Yeah, she’s pushy,” you sighed, picking up the plates to put them in the sink.

“People stop doing that when you answer them, you know,” he returned.

You bit your lip. While it was tempting, the movie would begin shooting in Los Angeles within the year, and you weren’t sure where you’d be. You hoped you’d be in London, where your heart was.

“Turn it down,” you said.

“Are you sure?” he questioned, blinking with surprise. “It’s a big role.”

“I don’t have time,” you said with a shrug. “There are more important things I want to focus on.”

“Alright, I’ll let her know,” he assured you, already typing his message.

You smiled. It felt right. You needed to start thinking about what your future with Gwilym would look like. For you, he was also the one person you couldn’t imagine your life without. And thankfully, you wouldn’t be without him for much longer.

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goodnightkisseu · 5 years

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Yoon Jisung - Perfect Fit

Requested By: anonny (“ Hello there! I was wondering if you'll open up requests again? I really liked your When We Met series and wanted to request a first date with Ji Sung scenario. Keep up the good work and take as much time as you need! ”)

Genre: Fluff, First Date

Note: So this was requested by an anon back when I had just opened up my requests again, sometime last year. It’s taken me a bit to write this, but I do hope that this individual is still around to read it ;___; A first date story for Jisung was interesting because I kind of wanted to write something a bit different for him this time around. I hope that you all enjoy it. Please, as always, feel free to let me know what you think!

Enjoy~

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- goodnightkisseu’s admin / ashley <3

Combed and styled hair, check. Comfortable clothes and a nice light cologne, check. No food in his teeth, check. A deep and heavy sigh left Jisung's lips as he tried to relax, letting himself slump in the driver side seat for a minute. Honestly, Jisung couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous. Hell, even going to job interviews didn't seem this nerve-wracking. But tonight, he couldn't help but feel nervous. This was his first date in over a year... and she was utterly out of his league. He had every right to feel apprehensive. After all, for the last couple of years, all he focused on was his job.

Jisung worked as a radio DJ. In the early years of his program, he struggled to make it stand out from the other radio shows. At one point, the station had threatened to cut his show if he couldn't think of something compelling to boost interest for it. Jisung spent the entire day trying to figure out something that could set him apart from the other shows, and he really feared he wouldn't find something. Much to his luck, a long-time listener was the one to save the show. She wrote in saying that, she knew it wasn't the purpose of the show, but she hoped that he could help her with something. She voiced her concern, and after much thought, Jisung gave her some advice on how to handle the situation. He was kind, understanding, and gentle in his response to her worries. He thanked her for sharing her story with them, and he thought that was the end of it.

However, when he arrived at work the following day, he was told that a handful of listeners had sent in their own concerns, after hearing Jisung's show. They asked if he would be willing to give them advice, and like that, a new segment was born. So now, every day on his radio show, Jisung would listen or read concerns that people sent in. He would do his best to assist them in any way that he could. Jisung had always wanted to create a program that made a bit of a difference, and with this, he felt like he had succeeded.

In hindsight, it was only natural that this segment would come to life on his show. Jisung was naturally like this in his everyday life. He was the friend that everyone would run to when they needed someone to listen. He was the one that helped to form the action plan. He was the friend that helped through the hard times, so extending this to strangers was expected of him. Honestly, Jisung felt fulfilled with the way his radio program developed. A calm and relaxing atmosphere where people could feel comfortable to share their stories.

Interestingly enough, Jisung's sensitive nature also helped when it came to romance. On more than one occasion, he found himself noticing how people acted towards each other. Secretly at first, he began to play matchmaker, suggesting that a friend should meet up with that acquaintance from a group dinner, and little things like that. It actually worked pretty well. Even though he didn't want to puff his own feathers, he felt like his success rate was quite high.

There was a small hitch in all of this. Even though he could matchmake for his friends, he was doing a terrible job at finding someone for himself. The dates he went on never went well. The person he met with would either be uninterested or tell him mid-date that he wasn't their type. It was painful, of course, which was why Jisung decided to take a break from dating. It felt like it wasn't the right time to find someone for himself. Instead, he grew content just helping others find their special someone.

Well, that was until he met you.

You tagged along with your friend, Miyeon, when she came to meet his close friend Dongho for their third consecutive date. The new couple promptly abandoned the both of you to go on their day, and Jisung couldn't help but wonder if it was purposeful. Had the two of them just blatantly set him up on a blind date? You also seemed to realize that something was up, but you hadn't mentioned it at the time. Being there with you wasn't bad at all. If anything, he couldn't help but be captured by your beauty. Looks weren't everything, of course, but you entranced him from the moment you sat down. Even your personality was one that he liked. The more that you talked with each other, just passing the time, the more he found himself falling for each one of your little habits. He couldn’t help himself.

"So Miyeon tells me that you're a radio DJ and that one of your segments is to listen to concerns that people send in?" you inquired, and Jisung nodded and smiled in response. "Do you think you could tell me why every guy I date keeps dumping me?"

Jisung felt his heart drop as soon as that question left your lips. He thought that things were going well, but it seemed like you had other intentions. He should have known. There was no way someone like you could be interested in him. Jisung gave a small smile and was about to answer when you started giggling. "I was only joking," you reassured him. “Well, not about the fact that guys keep dumping me, but I’m not here to get advice from you. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea...”

He really thought you were serious, and a heavyweight felt like it was lifted from his shoulders at your admission. Jisung couldn't help but chuckle. "Honestly, I don't know why anyone would dump you. You've been nothing but pleasant and a joy to be around since we met," he replied honestly. This was the start of your friendship... and Jisung's little crush.

The more he learned about you, the more he fell for you. It felt fitting with your kind personality that you were working so hard to get through veterinary school, wanting to work with and help animals. He had told you, at the time, that the only one that seemed to understand him was his dog, and you couldn’t help but giggle. You made a joke that it was possible that the two of you were just destined to be with your pets, and he wasn’t sure what had spurred it on, but he asked you out. The two of you at that point had been meeting up for two weeks just to hang out, but nothing felt like it was a date. Jisung found the courage somewhere within him to ask, and you agreed. And that was where he was now. Sitting outside of your apartment, waiting for you to come down.

Jisung had the evening all planned out. You had told him about a carnival that came to town a week ago, and last he checked, it was still around. He thought the two of you could start your evening there. After that, if you were up for it, he wanted to take you to a restaurant he had heard a lot about from some friend. They said he was the perfect place for an excellent first impression on a date. Usually, Jisung would stick to the places he knew, but he felt like he could use all the help he could get tonight. Then he would take you home for the night and hope to god that you would call him back for another date.

Jisung was so lost in his thoughts, thinking of the more delicate points of the night, like what rides the two of you should go on, that he didn’t realize that someone was at his car door. It wasn’t until you gently knocked on the passenger side window that he almost jumped a foot in the air – only being foiled by the roof of his car – before realizing that it was your smiling face staring at him through the tinted glass. He sent you a smile right away before unlocking the door. Great, he even screwed up on properly greeting you when you finally arrived. This was leaving a sick feeling in his stomach. The date had barely started, and it wasn’t perfect. Ah, what was he going to do…

“I’m sorry, Jisung! I didn’t mean to scare you. I texted and told you that I was on my way down, but you didn’t reply, so I thought I would come and see if you were here already. Are you alright?” you asked after you got into the car. Your hand gently reached over for Jisung, lightly touching the top of his head to make sure a bump hadn’t formed. You felt sorry for scaring him like that.

“I’m fine, but I don’t think that my ego is…” he informed you with a soft chuckle, the feeling of your hand on the top of his head was strangely comforting. You giggled a bit at his response, and when he reassured you again that he was alright, you situated yourself, pulling your seatbelt on.

Jisung looked at you out of the corner of his eye, and he couldn’t help but take in how lovely you looked. You were dressed simply. Just a button-up tucked into a pair of jean shorts, but it suited you well. “You look really nice tonight,” he told you honestly.

You felt your cheeks grow warm at his words. "Ah, it's really nothing. You told me to dress in something comfortable since we would be going to the carnival, so I thought this would be a good choice?" you stated, though it came out as more of a question. You watched as Jisung nodded, another compliment rolling from his lips, making you smile.

You had grown fond of Jisung over the last month. That time that the two of you met, you thought would be the last time you saw him. You had made that joke about needing advice on why guys kept dumping you, and you should have known better. Jisung did that every day for a living. A stunt like that when he didn't know you personally, could have sounded like an actual request. So you thought he would want nothing to do with you, that you had offended him. But to your luck, he did contact you, and you were pretty happy he had. You were shy by nature, so asking someone to hang out was just… not in your list of things that you could do. But with Jisung it was easy, and when he asked you out on an official date, you were over the moon. Now all the two of you had to do was make sure that you were compatible with each other.

The pair of you had a nice chat while Jisung drove you to the carnival. After he parked, Jisung walked around to help you out, like a gentleman, holding his hand out to you so that the pair of you could go hand in hand to buy your tickets. You had offered to pay, but Jisung was too fast and already had his card at the ready. “You don’t get to pay for everything tonight, okay? It’s going to be even,” you warned him, and he only chuckled in response.

Once the two of you received your tickets, you suggested that you go get some food first. Typically, you would eat after work, but today, since you wanted to look presentable to a certain someone, you decided to forgo food to get ready. Jisung apologized for not taking you to eat first, but you were quick to push away his worries, pulling him over to a food booth that you found tasty and ordering, paying before the male could even think of pulling out his card.

With your snacks in hand, the pair of you walked around, looking at some of the games and your eyes lit up when you saw a giant polar bear plush hanging from one of the booths. However, you didn't linger long and pulled Jisung forward, knowing that games like that had a meager rate of success. It was how they made their money. Still, your look did not go unnoticed by Jisung, and instead of moving on, he led you over to the booth.

“So, whatcha gonna try for?” the man running the booth asked.

"I think I'll try for the polar bear," he said confidently, as the man running the booth raised a brow at him. Still, he wasn't going to turn Jisung away and proceeded to explain the rules of the game. All Jisung had to do was knock over three sets of stacked milk bottles to win the polar bear. It sounded easy enough, but the biggest problem was that he was awful at these types of games. Yet he was still going to give it a try. So, winding up, he threw the first ball... and much to no one's surprise, he missed.

"Aw, son, you aren't going to embarrass yourself in front of such a lovely lady, are you? Here, I'll give you that one for free. You get three more tries," the man advised, and with each of the throws, Jisung wasn't able to knock over any of the stacks. He came close with one of them, but it still didn't fall over.

"You really don't have to try for it, Jisung," you urged, but Jisung was already giving him more money for more balls to throw. Three times in and still nothing and you knew you had to stop him. “It’s really okay,” you said.

Even if you told him that it was okay, Jisung felt terrible that he couldn't do something so simple for you. Even while you were pulling him away from the booth, the man chuckled, and that only got him more riled up. "But he's taunting me..." Jisung said with a pout.

"And he was taking your money was hile was doing so. It's best that we go try something else. That polar bear wasn't even that cute," you told him, already moving towards the rides to try and wash away how bad that experience was.

The two of you never got to go on any of the rides, however. Just before you had gotten in line for one of them, Jisung felt something wet his cheek. At first, it was once, then two, then they came more frequently. And before it even fully registered to either of you what was going on, a downpour happened. Wait a minute, there was no forecasted rain today. He checked five times before he sent you the plans for today. Why was this happening?!

The people around you started to scatter, and Jisung knew that you both needed to as well. He gestured for you to follow him toward the car, but stopped in his tracks when his eyes landed on you. He realized that, in the process of telling you to dress comfortably, it also meant that you wore pieces that were a bit thin, your shirt already soaked all the way through. So, he quickly pulled off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders before he led you back to the car.

Jisung gently, but swiftly guided you out to the parking lot, back to where his car was located. He was quick to unlock the doors so that the pair of you could escape the torrential downpour. Yet just as he was about to climb in, he noticed that you were still nervously standing outside. “You’re gonna get soaked if you don’t get in the car,” Jisung finally said, a bit confused by your hesitation.

Your heart had been warmed by his earlier gesture, giving you his jacket when he would end up completely soaked as well. But now, you were having a hard time just jumping into his car. "But Jisung... your nice car seats..." you murmured softly, knowing that the gorgeous detailing would be completely ruined if your drenched forms got inside. You saw the realization cross his features, but it was soon replaced with a soft smile.

"Don't worry about it. I can get the car fixed if I need to. But I won't be able to live with myself if you get sick because of a freak rainstorm that happened in the middle of our date. So please, get in the car so that you can warm up," he urged, before the two of you quickly entered. He thought it was cute that even in a situation like this you were thinking of something like that. You were really too kind.

Once the two of you were in the car, the heater warming up your chilled bodies, Jisung couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh. He thought his plans for the night had been impeccable, but they were proving to be anything but. From his handful of failed attempts at the carnival game to his inability to read a weather forecast. He would honestly understand if you never wanted to see him again. He messed up a perfectly fine evening. Feeling dejected, he finally spoke up. "You know what, I'll just take you home..." he said, his eyes staring out at the rain. He couldn't bring himself to look at you. He felt too ashamed.

As soon as those words left Jisung's lips, you whipped your head up to look at him, confusion evident in your features. Your night was over, just like that? But the two of you hadn't gotten a chance to really connect yet. You were enjoying his company, and now he just wanted to drop you at home. You knew that he felt terrible about how badly this date was going, but you didn't blame him for any of it. He couldn't control any of it.

Though it usually wasn't like you to speak up, you knew that you had to this time. “Jisung, I’m kind of hungry, maybe we could go get something to eat?” you suggested.

Jisung gave you a look. Were you pitying him? Was that why you suggested that the two of you should eat together?" "Your clothes are soaked all the way through, and you want to go eat?" he asked, watching as you gently bit your lip, seemingly forgetting that little fact. “It’s okay if this date ends you know. I won’t be angry with you.”

It seemed like Jisung had taken your gesture in the wrong way. You would have to be more forward with your words. "But I don't want the date to end," you said, barely above a whisper. You could feel Jisung's eyes on you, your hands gently clutching at the jacket that he had wrapped over your shoulders to warm yourself up a bit. “I like spending time with you Jisung. I don’t care that it rained. I don’t care if the date isn’t perfect. I just want to spend time with you,” you admitted. The words were simple, maybe a bit childish, but you couldn't think of another way to put your feelings out there. Getting to know Jisung was honestly really too good to be true. In that short amount of time, you learned to care about him.

Silence fell between the two of you, and you momentarily thought that you had said something wrong. You were about to speak up again when you heard Jisung chuckle. "If you want to go eat, who am I to say no?" he replied, a smile spreading on your features. "But why don't we wait a bit before we go? Let's get ourselves warmed up first, and then I'll drive you to one of my favorite restaurants. I was actually going to take you to this other place. People seemed to like it, but given the way all of my pre-planned things have been going, I figured we should try something familiar, just in case, hm?”

You nodded enthusiastically in response to his words. The two of you shared a look and soon started to chat again. Honestly, you couldn't think of a better way to be spending your evening. Sure, things didn't go smoothly, but maybe that didn't matter when you realized that you did indeed match quite well with the person sitting across from you...

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justlookfrightened · 6 years

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Locked out, Part 7

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Eric’s first week at work was more of a challenge than he thought it would be.

Sure, he’d been vlogging and Instagramming and tweeting for himself since he could reliably type on a phone. Doing it for the Greenhouse was … well. How was supposed to make James and all the other people understand that social media was supposed to have personality?

It wasn’t that he suddenly felt very young. It was more that he suddenly felt the adults he was sharing office space with were very old.

So he reviewed the content of the accounts that were already active, then decided he really had to show people how to frame a good Insta photo, He sent out tweets that were really just announcements, without any real voice. He organized sessions for the start-ups Greenhouse nurtured, explaining what would make engaging content and researching how to deal with privacy issues.

And he told people, over and over, that Snapchat was used for more than sending people nudes.

On Thursday, his last day for the week, James called him into his office at 4:45.

Eric went, wondering whose toes he had stepped on, or whether he’d have to end the week by grovelling. He really needed this job. Even if it was harder than he thought it would be.

Instead of a lecture, James started with a question.

“How was your first week? It seemed like you really hit the ground running.”

“Um, it was good, I think,” Eric said. “Busy.”

James smiled.

“It seems like most people spend their first week organizing their desks,” he said. “I really admire your enthusiasm.”

“Uh, thanks,” Eric said. “It will be kind of challenging, working with all the different groups here. I have meetings with the leadership of three of them set up for next week so see if I can help them with their social media strategies.”

“See? That’s what I mean,” James said. “I knew you were a go-getter when you came all the way to Providence for an interview.”

“Thank you,” Eric said again, wondering if the conversation was over.

“Anyway, I know we agreed you would generally have Fridays off,” James started.

Eric hoped his expression remained neutral as he thought, “Please, please, please don’t ask me to work tomorrow. I have laundry. And groceries to buy if I’m going to teach Jack to make pie. And we’re skating at four.”

“But some of the staff usually get together for a drink or two on Friday after work, and you’re welcome to join us,” James said. “I didn’t want you to feel left out. I know from your paperwork that you’re of age, so that’s all right. We’ll be down the street at Yesterday’s just after 5, or you could come here and we can go together.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” Eric said. “I have plans.”

“You’ve made friends here already?” James asked. “You could invite them to join us.”

“I really can’t,” Eric said.

Because the last thing he wanted to do was spend more time at work -- or worse, doing forced socializing with work people.

“Monday’s Memorial Day, so I’ll see you Tuesday, right?” Eric said.

“Right,” James said. “Enjoy your weekend.”

Eric had two carrier bags of groceries and his hockey bag sitting on the Weavers’ front porch when Jack arrived to pick him up at 3:15 Friday.

He was pretty sure Mrs. Weaver was watching from behind the curtains. She had turned her nose up -- literally -- at Eric’s hockey bag and decreed it had to stay in the basement, a ruling he couldn’t argue with. She hadn’t turned her nose up at all at the bribery pie; in fact, she allowed that it was very good, and anyone who made a pie like that was unlikely to destroy her kitchen.

So now he was welcome to use it with 48 hours notice and only if she wouldn’t be needing it. And it was nowhere near as nice as Jack’s.

See if Eric made her another pie, as long as he had Jack’s kitchen to fall back on. Although it would have been nice to relax by baking at least a couple of evenings in the past week.

Eric put his things in the truck and climbed in without looking back at the front window.

“So how was the first week?” Jack asked.

“Okay,” Eric said. “My boss thinks I did fine, but it’s always a little nerve-wracking being the new kid, y’know?”

“I guess,” Jack said.

“It’s been a long time for you, hasn’t it?” Eric said. “You’ve been with the Falcs a while.”

Jack shrugged.

“There’s new players every season,” he said. “Always new people to get used to.”

“New people, new place to live, new city,” Eric said.

“I know,” Jack said. “It was harder my first year.”

“And now I have this new friend who expects me to keep up with him on the ice and throw myself at him over and over,” Eric said.

That got a smile, and Eric wondered if Jack thought the mild innuendo was funny.

But instead of chirping back, Jack looked at him, eyes as sad as they always looked, and said, “I’m glad you’re my friend.”

Eric felt the tension unwind itself from his neck and shoulders as soon as he skated out, and soon he was taking aim at Jack, remembering to keep his shoulders down and his elbows in as he tried to push Jack off the puck. He didn’t really succeed, but Jack had to slow considerably to fend Eric off and keep control while they skated.

Then, when it was Eric’s turn, Eric took the puck and just skated as fast as he could, because he knew there was no way he could just skate through it when Jack used his body weight against him.

Jack was always careful not to really hit Eric; instead he leaned into him, using his bulk to shift Eric toward the boards. Once Jack had him trapped, it was a simple matter to scoop the puck up and skate away.

But Jack couldn’t trap him if he couldn’t catch him, and there was something exhilarating about being chased by Jack -- a pro athlete who was roughly the size of a tree, who skated with skill and determination, who focused those eyes on Eric like he was the only thing in the world. It helped that Eric had absolutely no fear that Jack would hurt him, even accidentally. Eric let himself daydream about having Jack chase him in a more metaphorical way, and about letting Jack catch him in his arms and …

There was Jack’s warm weight, all along his side, pushing him inexorably toward the edge of the rink. Eric dug his blades in and pushed off with another burst of speed, dumping the puck in the net when he skated by and turning to grin at Jack, his arms raised in a celly.

Jack looked nearly as pleased as Eric. “You did it!” Jack said. “You skated through the pressure. That’s great, Eric!”

When they were done, Jack insisted on springing for dinner, bringing takeout chicken tenders (for Jack) and a burger (for Eric) back to his condo. They sat at the breakfast bar and ate while Eric told Jack all about his first week.

“And none of them use Snapchat,” Eric said. “Which, fine, I guess, if you don’t want to reach anyone under 25. But they think people only use it to send nude pictures!”

Jack swallowed and said, “I don’t know. What would you use to send nudes?”

“Jack!”

Jack was smirking at him.

“Stop chirping me,” Eric protested. “If you don’t have Snapchat, what do you have?”

“The Falconers said I had to have something, so I started an Instagram,” Jack said. “But I don’t use it much.”

“Fine. Let’s get this pie going, and you can show me when it’s in the oven,” Eric said.

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Tagging @thehockeyhaus @cow-mow

Part 8

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stressedoutteenager · 7 years

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Babysitting

Sana has had a long and exhausting day at school. These days it seems like all the teachers teamed up to make the students’ lives as hard as possible. But Sana won’t let that bring her down. She knows she is a good student and a few rough days are fine, she can handle it. Her way of dealing with the stress is to get home and take time to relax.

As soon as she steps a foot through the door to her house, she doubts she’ll have much time to relax on her own. While Sana takes off her shoes she hears laughter from the living room. That’s not unusual. What’s unusual is that Sana isn’t hearing the laughter of five guys. She’s hearing Elias for sure but the other person sounds like … a child. Which doesn’t make sense for Sana in that moment at all. That’s why she leaves her shoes and bag at the door and quickly goes to the living room door. She opens the door just so little that she can see who is inside. Once her eyes fall on Elias running around the living room, chasing a little child that is laughing uncontrollably a big smile finds its way on Sana’s lips. Sana is not sure why exactly she is seeing her brother play tag with a child in her living room but it’s funny to look at. It also brings back own memories of her eldest brother chasing Elias and Sana around the house or in the garden.

A few moments Sana just stands at the door, leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed in front of her. It takes Elias a minute or two to notice his sister being finally home. But when he does, he stops chasing the little girl, who is oblivious to Sana being there. Elias stands up straight and quickly goes over to the door, where Sana is still standing.

“Hey, Sana! Great you’re home!”, he says, still smiling and looking back and forth between his sister and the little girl.

“I completely forgot that I have a job interview in…”, he looks down at his watch, “… 15 minutes but I also agreed to look after Lily for an hour. But I really need to go now, you’ll look after her, right? Her mom will be here in 45 minutes or so.”

With that Elias walks past Sana. He doesn’t wait for Sana to answer. Confused, and a little overwhelmed with the information and task Elias just dumped on her, Sana turns on her spot and watches as Elias runs into his room and comes back to put his shoes on. While he does that Sana walks up to him and blocks his way to the door.

“Elias.”, she says and waits for her brother to look at her. He looks up and raises his eyebrows as if he can’t think of anything Sana would want to say to him in this very moment. “Why did you agree to look after Lily when you have a job interview? Am I supposed to babysit her now?”

Elias is preoccupied with putting his shoes on, checking his pockets and backpack to look if he has everything he needs. While doing that he looks at his sister again and nods. He’s in a rush and talking so fast that it’s almost impossible to understand what he’s saying. It would be impossible if Sana didn’t grow up with him.

“I forgot about the job interview. There was an emergency where dad and Lily’s mom are needed. She couldn’t find a babysitter so quickly and asked if we could babysit.” Elias is almost panting. He is rushing to get out of the house. Elias had told Sana about the job interview and she didn’t forget about it. So how could he?

Elias goes to open the door but then remembers somethings. He runs into the living room and quickly tells Lily: ”Hey, Lily. I need to go now to do something important but my sister, Sana, will be here with you, okay? She’s really fun, I promise.”

From where she’s standing Sana can’t see Lily but she hears a small ‘Okay’. Then Elias runs past her and opens the door and runs into the person standing right in front of the door, with his hand raised to ring the doorbell.

Elias looks up at him, says Sorry and turns to Sana to quickly say: ”Oh, and I also forgot that I made plans with Yousef. Please explain it to him. Love you. Wish me luck. Bye.” He keeps on talking while walking down the stairs until Sana and Yousef hear the main door close loudly.

With a very confused look Yousef turns to Sana and raises his eyebrows. But before asking anything he takes a second to look at Sana and smiles.

“Hi.”

Sana smiles back at him. “Hi.”

A few seconds they stand at the door and Yousef is content with it but he’s also still confused. He was supposed to meet Elias here to think of new YouTube- video ideas. That plan obviously won’t work out now because his best friend just ran out of the house. For a second Sana forgets that there is a child in her living room, she doesn’t really now. She has met Lily and her mom twice before but that was at big dinner-party type things.

“He forgot about his job interview.”, Sana tells Yousef.

Then her eyes widen. Now she remembers Lily sitting in the living room. Sana looks over her shoulder and looks back at Yousef with slight panic in her eyes. Even before Yousef can ask if she’s okay, Sana decides to ask him something.

“Do you have a little bit of time now?” Yousef looks at Sana, his head tilted to the side, trying to figure out why she would ask that. Usually Sana is not this direct. When they hang out, only the two of them, it’s usually not because Sana asks. It just happens. Yousef tries not to get his hopes up too much, the panic in her eyes is not what he hoped she would look at him like when asking something like this.

Yousef nods. “My plans just got cancelled by Elias running out of the house.”

“You’re good with kids, right? I mean, you work in a kindergarten. And you want 12 kids someday, so you need to be good with kids, don’t you?” Sana is too busy hoping he agrees to help her babysit that she doesn’t completely realize what she’s saying.

Yousef can’t help himself and has to smile about Sana being so jittery and kind of nervous. It’s not often that Sana lets her guards down like this. Plus, she mentions the 12 kids. Yousef thinks back to the conversation they had in the kitchen weeks ago. The first real conversation they ever had. Yousef’s smile grows until he bites his lip to stop himself.

At the same time Yousef has no clue where this conversation is leading. None at all.

“I like to think I’m good with kids, yes.”, Yousef responds and immediately Sana opens the door more and points to the living room. The living room door is also open. Yousef and Sana both look at the little girl sitting on the floor and skipping through the pages of a book. Yousef observes how Sana’s panicked face softens a little when watching the little girl. Then Sana turns around and catches Yousef looking at her. She smiles shortly and blushes which Yousef notices and starts smiling too.

“Elias agreed to babysit her because he forgot about his job interview.” Sana explains.

Yousef nods and walks into the house. He closes the door behind him and waits for Sana to lead the way. Sana doesn’t need to explicitly ask him to help her. Yousef knows Sana enough to know she doesn’t like asking for help, ever. That she trusts him enough to do that makes him happier than he wants to admit to himself. Looking after a kid that is probably around 5 or 6 years old is not that hard anyway and he gets to spend time with Sana.

Sana looks at Yousef one more time and leads the way to the living room. Sana knows that it’s ridiculous to be so nervous to babysit a child. Especially when the child is 5 years old. She’s not a baby anymore. There’s still an uneasy feeling in her stomach that makes Sana unsure about this whole thing. She likes children. But she feels more comfortable when their parents are present so that they can deal with any problems their child may have.

Sana stands in front of Lily, who is looking up at Sana. To do that Lily has to lean back too much, which is why Sana decides to sit down on the floor, across from Lily.

“Hi, I’m Sana.” Sana doesn’t know what exactly to say. She doesn’t remember when it was the last time she was alone with someone under 16 years. Even with all her cousins she loves Sana is barely alone with.

Lily smiles broadly at Sana and nods which makes her brown her fly all over the place. Playing tag with Elias probably caused her hair to fall out of her ponytail. “I know.”

That makes Sana smile. At least Lily is not a child that doesn’t like to talk, Sana thinks. Because that makes everything harder. Still, now Sana is not sure what to do or say. Should she just let Lily play on her own, read her a book, play tag like Elias did? Lily goes back to turning pages in the book on her lap. It’s one of the fairy-tale books Sana’s mother put on their big book shelf. Sana lets her gaze wander through the room and finally turns to Yousef.

Yousef has been standing at the door and observing the situation in front of him. It amazes him how cautious Sana is around the little girl. There is still confidence in the way Sana sits down in front of the girl and introduces herself but it’s different from what Yousef has seen of Sana before. Behind the obvious confidence, Yousef can sense her nervousness and insecurity about the situation which is new. And very cute. His lips quirk up into a smile and Sana just looks at him with her eyebrows raised and a questioning look. Sana nods at Yousef as if to say that he should join them. So he does. He pushes himself of off the wall and walks to the two girls. Like Sana did before, Yousef sits down in front of the little girl. There’s only little space between Sana and Yousef. The little girl is still busy with turning pages without actually looking at them. She probably went through the book three times since Yousef stood at the door.

The little girl notices that someone new joined her and looks up from the book. With big eyes she looks at Yousef and then at Sana. Finally she turns her attention on Yousef again.

“Who are you?” Lily asks Yousef. Sana looks from Yousef to Lily and back to Yousef and sees how he instantly breaks into a smile.

He sits up straight and answers the girl. “My name is Yousef. I’m Sana’s …”, he stops for a second and instinctively turns to Sana. He could feel her gaze on him. With her legs crossed under her, Sana listens carefully to what Yousef says and when he stops and looks at her, she just looks back at him. Not answering for him. Did she know what they were to each other. Can Yousef tell the little girl what he actually thinks?

He ends up saying:” I’m Sana’s friend.” Yousef doesn’t dare to look at Sana. He fears seeing her reaction to that might be something he doesn’t want to see. He proceeds to talk to the little girl. “And who are you? I see that you already know Sana and Elias.”

Sana watches the guy sitting next to her and the little girl in front of her talk and all she can think in that very moment is: How cute can they be? Yousef’s tone when speaking to Lily is extra soft but he doesn’t talk to her like she’s a baby which Lily probably very much enjoys.

Sana misses a small part of their conversation because she was too lost in thoughts and secretly admiring how easy it is for Yousef to connect with children. She wouldn’t ever admit to that but the fact that he is good with children makes him even more attractive in her eyes.

“Elias played tag with me. Can we play tag?” Lily asks Yousef. Wow, how much could Sana have missed in that one minute she didn’t pay attention? They became friends fast.

Yousef nods but turns to Sana once more. He catches her watching them with a smile on her face, dimples showing. Without being able to take his eyes off of Sana Yousef answers Lily.

“We can do that. Do you want to ask Sana if she wants to play too?” Yousef doesn’t look anywhere but into Sana’s eyes for a few seconds and Sana doesn’t look anywhere but into Yousef’s eyes. He is not even saying or doing anything special but why does him sitting next to her, shoulders barely touching, make Sana feel so happy and content with her life in that moment?

Lily’s voice breaks the trance Yousef and Sana are in. They both look at Lily again.

“Sana, do you want play tag with us. Please?” Lily changes the position she sits in to lean a little forward, towards Sana. With a big smile and the cutest hopeful look on her face Lily waits for an answer. Sana’s smile matches Lily’s when she nods and agrees to play. Yousef tries not to stare at Sana but she makes it impossible for him when she is so cute like this.

“But let’s go outside to play tag.” Sana suggests. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because Lily furrows her eyebrows and pouts. The smile Sana was sporting seconds ago vanishes and once more panic fills her eyes. Yousef notices and doesn’t know if it’s more funny or more heartbreaking to see Sana react like this.

“But we played here with Elias.” Lily still pouts and crosses her arms in front of her. Sana takes a deep breath as if she wants to say something but she doesn’t.

Yousef speaks up and Sana’s head quickly turns to him. “Lily, I think Sana is right.” To that Lily looks at Yousef with a disappointed look and shakes her head. But Yousef doesn’t give her the reaction she wants. Working in a kindergarten teaches you to say No to children, no matter how cute they are and how much they pout or throw a tantrum.

“It’s much more fun playing outside. There is more space to run and there are swings outside!”

Lily suddenly jumps up and claps excitedly. “Swings!”

She jumps up and down and then takes Yousef’s hand and tries to drag him up from his spot on the floor, next to Yousef. Yousef stands up and looks down at Lily who is ready to run outside. Sana’s still sitting down but looking up at the two people standing in front of her.

Yousef holds his hand out to Sana to help her up. His eyes are trained on her. Sana looks from Yousef’s eyes to the hand he’s holding out for her. She’s glad that he supported her, even if it is just a small thing. She takes his hand and lets him pull herself up and to him. She ends up standing millimetres away from him. Both, Yousef and Sana, staring in to each other’s eyes forget everything for the shortest moment but as soon as Sana notices how close they’re actually standing she clears her throat and takes a step back. Her hand that is still in Yousef’s falls next to her and she presses her lips together.

“Let’s go now. Yousef, Sana. I want to go outside now.” Lily takes Yousef’s hand a ‘drags’ him with her. Before they leave the living room Yousef looks over his shoulder to Sana and grins at her. As soon as he turns away from her again Sana closes her eyes and breathes deeply in to recollect herself. What she doesn’t know is that Yousef tries to calm himself like she does while walking away from Sana when he’d rather go back to the same spot he was standing just seconds ago.

Sana knows that Lily is in good hands with Yousef. That’s why she isn’t worried about getting snacks and something to eat from the kitchen before going outside. When Sana goes outside, her eyes instantly find Yousef in his white T-shirt standing at the swing set. Lily sits on one of the swings but doesn’t move. Instead she asks Yousef a lot of questions. Yousef stands with his back to Sana, so Sana decides to wait a little bit before approaching them.

“How old are you?” Lily asks him.

“I’m 20. And how old are you?”

“5.” Lily answers and shows him her hand a wriggles her fingers.

“Do you like Elias?” Lily asks.

Sana hears Yousef laugh which makes her smile. She walks a few steps but doesn’t interrupt the conversation.

“I do. He is my best friend.”

“Really? But he told me he is my best friend today.” Lily says that in the most serious tone Sana has ever heard a child talk in.

Yousef chuckles again and saves the situation. “Did he? But you can have more than one best friend.”

To that Lily giggles and seems very satisfied with the answer. But she keeps on asking. Sana would have been overwhelmed with so many questions but Yousef is doing alright.

“So is Sana your best friend then?” Lily says but when Yousef doesn’t answer quickly she continues to talk. Sana is pretty amused by now but still very interested in Yousef’s answer.

“I.. no, she has other best friends.” Yousef answers finally. How would he describe their complicated relationship to a child?

“But you said you can have more than one best friend. Don’t you like Sana?” Sana has to concentrate a lot to not laugh out loud. Lily doesn’t make it easy for Yousef. Sana walks a little closer again to not miss anything Yousef says.

“I like Sana. I like Sana a lot, actually.” Yousef finally answers and Sana starts smiling broadly again. She wishes she could see his face right now but if she did she couldn’t listen now.

Lily continues talking about Sana and Yousef. Why she’s so interested Sana doesn’t know but she really doesn’t mind either. “So why is she not your best friend then?”

Yousef tilts his head a little and Sana can imagine what his facial expression looks like now. Eyebrows raised, a small smile on his lips and nose scrunched up in concentration. “I don’t know. Good question. Maybe we should ask her when she joins us.”

Sana waits a few moments until she walks the rest of the way to them and announces her arrival with “I brought snacks.” Lily jumps down from the swing and runs up to Sana. Yousef on the other hand turns around on his spot and watches as Sana helps Lily choose if she should eat sliced apples or a banana first. Yousef watches as Sana smiles, with her dimples showing, when Lily just can’t decide.

When Lily finally decides for the apple, she takes a slice and immediately shouts: ”You’re it.” And pokes Sana in her stomach. Lily starts running but Sana just stares after her. With the tray full of snacks and drinks in her hands, Sana react for a short while and then looks at Yousef. He’s standing at the swing set, arms crossed in front of his chest, smiling and nodding at Sana and then in the direction of where Lily ran off too. Sana closes the distance between her and Yousef and pushes the tray from her hands into Yousef’s arms.

For a while Yousef sits on the swing and watches Sana run after Lily or Lily running after Sana who is desperately trying not to run too fast but at the same time to act like that’s the fastest she can go. For some time the girls forget that Yousef is even there, at least that’s what Yousef thinks. Once in a while he hears Lily start laughing loudly which Sana joins with her own laughter.

“Hey!” Sana says to Yousef. The first time this whole time Yousef is at the Bakkoush house today he has his phone in his hand. He looks up at Sana who is standing a few steps in front of him. She has her hands in the pockets of her light blue hoodie. She smiles down at him and he has to squint with one eye because the sun is shining bright. The sunlight around Sana makes her look like an angel and her dimple-y smile distracts Yousef.

“Hi.” Yousef responds with a smile of his own but to him nothing matches Sana’s smile.

“Aren’t you playing with us?” Sana asks. She looks away from Yousef and behind him for a moment. Yousef doesn’t get the chance to think of a funny answer to make her laugh because he feels someone poking his back and hears a little girl’s voice shouting: “You’re it!”

Sana and Lily laugh at Yousef’s surprised look and while Lily starts running away immediately Sana stays stood in front of Yousef and smiles mischievously. Yousef puts his phone in the pocket of his pants and stands up.

“You teamed up on me?” Yousef asks the girl standing in front of him. Sana, trying to restrain her laughter pressing her lips together, nods. Yousef’s eyes follow the small movement and he starts slowly walking towards Sana. “That’s unfair.”

Sana rolls her eyes but still smiles. “Life is unfair, Yousef. Deal with it.”

Grinning Yousef raises his eyebrows and nods. He takes a few more slow steps and once Sana realizes what he’s doing, backs away slowly until they both break into a sprint. Sana runs between the swing-set, under the slide to the basketball basket. Yousef always right behind her. Sana has to abruptly stop because Lily crosses her path and that’s how Yousef catches Sana but they almost fall over because of the abrupt stop. Sana instinctively holds onto Yousef’s shirt and his hands promptly go to her arms to steady her. They are both a little out of breath, and not only because of all the running they did.

“Sana, you’re it!” Lily shouts.

–

“That was enough cardio training for the rest of the week.” Sana states after she closes the door and leans on it. Lily’s mother just came to pick her up. It wasn’t 45 minutes like Elias said. Lily was with Sana and Yousef for one and a half hours. That doesn’t sound like much but almost every second of that time was spend playing tag, hide and seek or any other game that demanded a lot of running.

“Is the basketball star Sana Bakkoush complaining about a little bit of running?” Yousef comments on that. Sana laughs at his comment, partly because it’s cute and partly because she doesn’t know how to answer to that. Yousef’s leaning on the wall across from Sana and they just stand there for one or two minutes just smiling at each other.

“But.. Thank you for staying. And helping babysit.” Sana thanks him. If he didn’t stay, she would have had a harder time. She actually had fun this afternoon.

“No worries!” Yousef answers and watches Sana push herself off of the wall. They walk into the living room and Sana starts collecting all the stuff Elias apparently found for Lily to play with. Yousef goes to help her and asks: “Do you like kids a little more now?”

Sana holds the book she picked up from the floor and turns to Yousef. “What do you mean? I told you I liked kids.” She remembers their conversation in the kitchen a while back.

Yousef narrows his eyes and looks at Sana critically. “I remember not being completely convinced, to be honest.”

Sana puts the book back on the shelf and turns around to Yousef and walks two steps to shorten the distance between them. “Just because I don’t want 12 kids like you do doesn’t mean I don’t like kids.” Sana picks up a stuffed animal from the sofa and shortens the distance between her and Yousef a tiny bit more.

Yousef remembers the Friday after he had to call Sana to get a drunk Elias home. The way she walks towards her now reminds him of the way she walked towards him with a soccer ball under her arm. He smiles at the memory and even though Sana doesn’t know why he is smiling, just matches him with her own smile.

“Well, you only want two kids. When someone likes kids, they don’t want just two kids.” Yousef replies. Now there are only three steps between Yousef and Sana and they stand there, looking each other in the eyes.

“Are you honestly telling me you would like to have 12 kids that need your constant attention after a this exhausting time with just one?” Sana asks because she knows it’s not the same as being a teacher in a kindergarten.

Yousef doesn’t look anywhere but into Sana’s eyes and nods.

“If it is this much fun, then definitely yes!”

#skam #yousef acar #sana bakkoush #yousana #yousef x sana #sana x yousef #babysitting #skam fic #elias bakkoush #yousana fic

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WWE 205 Live Coverage & Results (8/28) Toronto, Canada

Welcome to 205 Live Coverage and Results hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada!

Drake Maverick highlights the matches on tonight’s show with The Brian Kendrick going up against Akira Tozawa as well as Buddy Murphy vs. Kalisto!

The opening credits play.

We’re welcomed into the arena by the usual cast of Percy Watson, Nigel Mcguinness, and Vic Joseph.

The Brian Kendrick comes out with Jack Gallagher. They talk on the stage as Kendrick asks Jack what is bothering himself. Jack guesses that it might be the town that they’re in. Kendrick says that this town is terrible, but it’s actually people who don’t know their place. He says that the beatdown they gave to Akira Tozawa last week wasn’t personal. He said that he should have just taken his lumps and moved on. He says that Akira went sniveling back to GM Drake Maverick and now he’s going to get hurt.

The Brian Kendrick (w/ Jack Gallagher) vs. Akira Tozawa

The bell rings, but Kendrick steps out of the ring right at the beginning. Akira slides out as Kendrick hides behind Gallagher. Akira clocks both before rolling in Kendrick before kicking him in the head and following it up with a leaping senton for a two count. Tozawa begins stomping on Kendrick in the corner before crying out in fury. Tozawa whips Kendrick into the corner, but he’s lifted to the apron before getting hit with a big right hand. Jack applauds Kendrick as Brian slides out of the ring. Kendrick rams Tozawa into the announce table before chopping him. Kendrick slides into the ring before kicking Tozawa right in the ribs. Kendrick kicks Tozawa in the head before hitting a big suplex for a two count. Kendrick clubs the head of Tozawa before locking in an armhold. Tozawa fights up with shots to the gut, but Kendrick locks on the Captain’s Hook! Tozawa gets to the ropes though.

Akira begins fighting back, but Kendrick applies a sleeper hold only to be reversed out. Akira hits a big kick to the face before climbing to the top rope. Kendrick rolls out of the ring only for Akira to hits a suicide dive to knock him down. Akira rolls him back into the ring before cracking the leg of Kendrick around the ring post. Akira slams the knee of Kendrick into the ground before hitting a belly-to-back suplex. Akira wraps the leg of Kendrick around the second rope before hitting three dropkicks to the injured leg of Kendrick. Akira hits a missile dropkick from the top rope before hitting a dragon screw. Kendrick is down as Akira climbs up to the top. The big senton bomb hits for a three count!

Winner: Akira Tozawa

Akira celebrates outside of the ring as Jack Gallagher slides into the ring to check on his tag team partner.

They show highlights from previous encounters between Buddy Murphy and Kalisto.

Buddy Murphy and Tony Nese are being interviewed backstage. Murphy says that he came to this show for one reason, to be Cruiserweight Championship. He says that he’s sending a message to Kalisto, the Lucha House Party, and the rest of the roster. Tony Nese quips that The Juggernaut is back.

A video package is shown for the 2nd Annual Mae Young Classic.

Hideo Itami vs. Michael Blaise

Michael Blaise is already in the ring as Hideo makes his way out. A video is shown where he says that he feels bad about hurting Mustafa Ali… he feels bad that he didn’t hurt him worse.

The bell sounds as Hideo just hits a running big boot to flatten Michael. He lifts him up and slams him into the corner turnbuckle. He pounds on him a few times before kicking him in the chest. Blaise gets a few shots in before Hideo slaps the taste out of his mouth. Hideo hits a snapmare followed by a kick to the back. Hideo lifts up Blaise and takes some big kicks. Blaise hits the ropes and takes a big clothesline that sends him for a loop. Hideo continues kicking the back of Blaise with punting kicks. Hideo Itami hits a falcon arrow for a two count as he pulls Blaise up. Hideo hits the neckbreaker kick to the face, but he pulls him up again as he’s laughing. Hideo throws Michael into the corner before hitting the running basement dropkick followed by a second and a third. However on the third one, Mustafa Ali’s music plays as he pops up on the entrance ramp. He begins making his way down as Hideo is telling him to bring it. Ali slides into the ring as Hideo runs away. Ali tells Hideo to fight him, but Hideo just waves as he leaves. i guess the match is a no contest?

Winner: No Contest

A video package is shown from last week highlighting Drew Gulak and company attacking Akira Tozawa.

Cedric Alexander is shown on video promo as he says Gulak sunk to a new low attacking two men just to complain about losing. Alexander says that he accepted Gulak’s challenge last week, but Gulak ran. Alexander says that Gulak exposed himself last week. Alexander says that next week he’s going to call out Gulak and he expects him to answer him.

The Lucha House Party are shown dancing backstage in preparation.

Kalisto (w/ Gran Metalik & Lince Dorado) vs. Buddy Murphy (w/ Tony Nese)

The bell sounds as Murphy just slams Kalisto to the mat at the beginning. Kalisto rolls right back up. Kalisto tries to lock up Murphy before getting dumped to the mat once again. Kalisto points at the crowd as they chant “Lucha”. Murphy goes for the test of strength and easily overpowers him. Kalisto begins firing back up, but Murphy slams him to the mat for a pin. He does this again as Kalisto kicks out. Only a two count as Kalisto powers out. They move onto the second rope, still connected by the hands, before Kalisto hits a big hurricanrana! Kalisto kicks Murphy as he gets back onto the apron. Kalisto tries for a plancha, but Nese gets in the way. He stops himself before hitting one to hit both Nese and Murphy. All five superstars flood into the ring as the referee is yelling at everyone to leave. In the confusion, Murphy blindsides Kalisto.

Buddy slams the head of Kalisto into the top corner. Murphy slaps the chest of Kalisto. Kalisto tries for a hurricanrana, but he’s caught. Murphy tries to powerbomb him over the top rope, but he’s hurricanrana’d instead! Kalisto hits a big kick to the face of Murphy from the apron. Kalisto leaps towards Murphy who catches Kalisto in mid air in a suplex! Murphy pushes Lince out of his way, but Lince pushes him back! The referee gets involved and throws out Lince Dorado and Gran Metalik! Buddy Murphy grabs Kalisto and rolls him into the ring. Murphy slides into the ring and hits a big punt kick to the back of Kalisto. He follows it up with another big kick. He tries for a third kick, but Kalisto rolls away. Kalisto hits a big kick to Murphy before locking in a sleeper hold. Murphy slams Kalisto into the corner to stop it. Kalisto applies another sleeper hold though! Murphy grabs his hands and slams him to the mat before pulling him through into another punt kick to the face!

Buddy Murphy covers Kalisto for a two count. Murphy lifts up Kalisto, but Kalisto dumps him over the top rope and to the floor! Murphy grabs the foot of Kalisto who kicks him away. Kalisto hits the ropes, but Nese grabs his feet! Buddy Murphy collides with Kalisto with a big clothesline! The referee finally realizes what happened and throws out Tony Nese! Murphy is irate as Kalisto has scooted onto the apron. Murphy moves towards Kalisto and eats some kicks. Kalisto hits a springboard seated senton followed by some kicks. Murphy gets caught with a roll through kick, but he catches the foot! Kalisto kicks him with the other boot. Kalisto hits the inverted hurricanrana from the top rope followed by a basement hurricanrana for a two count!

Kalisto begins getting the crowd fired up as he gets to his feet. He tries for the Salida Del Sol, but Muprhy sends him into the second turnbuckle face-first! Murphy charges Kalisto and takes a super kick right to the face for a two count. Both men move out onto the apron, but Murphy throws Kalisto onto the announce table face-first! Murphy steps out of the ring and grabs Kalisto. He slams Kalisto down onto the table before sending him into the barricade. He rams Kalisto again before throwing him over the barricade. The count gets to eight before Murphy breaks it up. He goes back to Kalisto and takes a kick to the face. Kalisto springboards from the barricade before taking a kick to the face! Murphy climbs into the ring, but Kalisto beckons for Murphy to bring it. Murphy rushes towards Kalisto, but he’s monkey flipped right over the barricade! Kalisto gets into the ring as does Murphy. Kalisto hits a spike hurricanrana onto Murphy as he’s between the ropes, but it only gets a two count!

Kalisto climbs to his feet on the apron. Kalisto tries for the seated senton again, but he’s spiked with a powerbomb followed by a second spinning powerbomb for a two count. The crowd is chanting ‘205’ as Murphy lifts up Kalisto for Murphy’s Law, but Kalisto rolls him up for a two count. Kalisto hits the roll through kick, but Murphy catches him with another punt kick followed by Murphy’s Law! He covers him for a three count!

Winner: Buddy Murphy

Tony Nese returns to the ring to celebrate with Buddy Murphy. The two leave as Kalisto is left to lick his wounds in the ring.

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