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[navybrat817]

A Phone Call Away

Pairing: Motocross!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: No matter what, Ari is just a phone call away. Word Count: Almost 1.1k Warnings: Pining, slight angst and hurt/comfort, fluff and feels, reference to cheating (not by Ari), motocross!Ari Levinson (he’s a warning, okay? A/N: Fourth day of my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to Beast and Sweetart! I can't wait to share more of them. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You sat on the floor as you unpacked your last box and took a moment to glance around your bedroom. You didn't realize how little you had at Carter's place until you went to get your things. True to his word, Ari got your phone back and helped you get everything out of there not long after. A couple of his friends showed up and were nice enough, but didn't say much to you. They made sure your ex wouldn't bother you or interfere. You only saw him for a split second and took great satisfaction when you noticed his black eye.

You didn't think you hit Carter hard enough to do any damage and Ari didn't mention punching him when he retrieved your phone. He only said that you wouldn't have to worry about your ex bothering you again. If he had hit him, you hoped he didn't get in any sort of trouble. You weren't worth it.

"You call me if you need anything," Ari said after he helped drop everything off. "Even if it's just to vent."

He saved his number as "Beast" under your contacts.

Thinking of that made you smile before you pulled a hand painted picture frame out of the box, staring at the photo of you and Carter inside. Most didn't know you well enough to spot that your smile in the picture was a bit forced. You may have pushed the red flags to the back of your mind, but your smile couldn't lie.

You glanced at your bed as flashes of Carter whirled through your mind. The physical part never seemed to be an issue, but it wasn't enough for him. Your stomach turned and you fought down bile that threatened to rise in your throat. You hadn't told your parents yet. They would find a way to blame you for him cheating.

But it isn't my fault, right?

You sniffled as you grabbed your phone and scrolled until you got to Ari's number. He had done more than enough for you and you didn't want to bother him, but the thought of talking to him comforted you. Was it because he looked like he could break you, but showed you a softer side?

You still couldn't believe you cried in his arms the way you did, but it was freeing in a sense to be vulnerable. Ari didn't seem like the type to judge either. A gentle giant.

He said he wants me to go to his next race, so maybe he wouldn't mind hearing from me.

Pressing on his name, you sniffled again as you waited in anticipation for him to answer. Your heart sank as three rings went by and he didn't pick up. He was probably busy between work, practice, and his friends. Or maybe there was someone else.

If there is, I can't be upset. I just got out of a relationship and he doesn't owe me a single thing.

"Hey, Sweetart," he answered on the fourth ring.

"Hey, Beast," you smiled, blood rushing to your cheeks as the nickname rolled off your tongue. "This isn't a bad time, is it?"

"I was just about to take a shower."

"Oh," you said, wondering if he was still dressed or if he was naked.

His massive body probably looked glorious under a spray of water.

Now that image is in my mind.

"I'm sorry I bothered you. I can talk to you later."

"No, no. It can wait," he assured you. "And you aren't bothering me. Told you to call me if you need anything."

"Thanks," you said softly.

You weren't sure what to say next and wondered if it was a mistake to call.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, breaking the silence. “Is he bothering you?”

So protective.

"No, he isn’t, but I don't know if I’m okay. My mind wandered a bit once I finished unpacking and I could feel that I was starting to get upset, so I called you," you explained, wiping at your eyes as you took a deep breath. "And since you aren't here to hug me, I wanted to talk to you. Hearing your voice is making me feel better."

This is the part where he tells me I'm crazy and to lose his number.

"I make you feel better?" he asked after a moment.

"Yeah, you do," you said truthfully.

You almost giggled at the admission. It probably sounded like you had a silly crush on him. Maybe you did. Beyond the physical attraction and intimidating aura was a protective and thoughtful man. He didn't strike you as the type to cheat or hurt anyone without good reason.

So if there was a positive in being hurt by Carter, it was meeting Ari.

"I thought I scared most people," he said quietly.

"You don't scare me," you said above a whisper.

Beast or not, you weren't afraid of him.

"You're just saying that because you want one of my amazing hugs."

"I could definitely use a hug," you smiled, imagining his arms around you. "You really have done a lot to help me recently and I can't thank you enough."

"You have nothing to thank me for. I wanted to help you."

Ari's voice soothed you as you tucked your knees under your chin. "I owe you and the guys pizza and beer, at least."

They took time out of their day to deal with your mess and refused to let you pay them for helping you get your things. You wanted to do something. It was the least you could do.

"Don't tell Barnes and Rogers that because they'll take advantage of your generosity," he chuckled, making you smile. "But if you really want to, I can set something up after the next race. You're still going, right?"

Does he sound nervous or am I imagining that?

"I'll be there," you promised. You wouldn't break your word. "Why do I have a feeling I won't end up paying a cent?"

"Because your money's no good here."

"That isn't fair," you giggled.

"Maybe not, but it made you laugh," he pointed out.

"Yeah, it did," you said.

"So, what's your favorite kind of pizza?"

You spent the next hour talking to Ari, eventually moving from the floor to your bed so you could get comfortable. He kept the conversation light, like he knew you didn't have the energy to discuss anything too heavy. By the time you wrapped up the call, your ex and the unpleasant feelings from earlier were far from your mind.

All thanks to Beast.

Slow(ish) burn of sorts? He'll be so good to you. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Misc. Chris Evans Characters Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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[kit-williams]

non Khorne canon

thank you @callme-cursed for inspiring me with this:

Khorne - Your father's astartes only got more temperamental with age. Small things seemed to become the greatest slight one could make against him. You left for your own safety quietly in the night. It was unfortunate to realize so late you were his favorite. Now he is on a war path to find you again.

And letting me write something that no matter how hard I tried just keeps turning lewd. I'm keeping him legion/chapter-less so that anyone can insert their favorite legion/chapter. (Since its lewd its why I'm tagging my usual people)

Normal taglist: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams

tw: dubious consent? maybe noncon? Can read either way I suppose but either way you're getting dicked down. Written in 1st person because I have a problem

I get a notification on my phone about a break in at my apartment and the pictures show your family's astartis breaking in and looking around most likely barking for your name. He had started to act odder and odder... getting angry and aggressive with everyone especially with everyone around myself... getting far too affectionate and starting to bring me home trophies. I decided to stay at my apartment more it's why it's there because I am a big girl... but he wanted me at home where he could watch me.

I decided it was time for one of my hiking trips. I call dad just telling him what he's done and just that I decided to take a hiking trip for a few weeks. I've been doing it since I was sixteen... and even then sure I'd be hiking with him. I swallow as I have to keep going to get to that dry spot as the rain picks up.

I'll probably take a different trail then I normally do to throw him off my trail but I'm certain dad can wrangle him in... he's always been a stubborn astartis but just him being a big bully and him... I don't even know what to call it? Online people called it courtship behaviors... others said it was just being overly affectionate and showing which person is their favorite... the internet was no help in dealing with his recent mood swings and it scared me.

Sure he was grumpy when I was younger but now he was getting straight up violent and it made me feel so unsafe even if it never was directed at me or the parents; I just had to get out of there so fast. I've always hated confrontation and just I was always a coward. It would be fine....

But it was not fine... I run my fingers through my long hair as I read the text in the morning... Dad: ... hasn't come home. He might be going to look for you. I close your flip phone as I quickly pack up my camp knowing I have less and less time to get to the trail split and if I'm lucky he'll just keep going looking for me and then go home.

It was always so pretty the morning after a rain... the way raindrops clung to leaves, to moss, hanging suspended in spider webs... just a breeze shaking those drops free from their perches giving me another mini shower under a canopy. But I didn't have time to enjoy the relaxing bit of nature as I headed quickly to the split and when I finally got there I made sure I didn't stop powerwalking down the path until lunch.

The rain was threatening to come back as I was upset at how much rain there seemed to be typical weather people lying... I hold my breath as I suddenly hear a humming as the forest goes quiet and I turn my head and see the bloody visage of him... the family astartis... freshly harvested skulls on his hip both animal and human. His breath comes out hot and heavy as he pants and I can see it in the air as he leans his head back just grinning like a madman to the sky as it suddenly unloads.

My legs get cuts as I sprint through the underbrush just running blindly as he calls my name rushing after me. My lungs burn as I run tempted to throw away my bag to run faster but he'd certainly use it as leverage if I do get away. I hear water as I realize I'm near that cute spot... with the little pond and the waterfall. I stop above the pond as the water is coming down... a jump into the water from this height would hurt, I would know the memory of me doing it one summer hike with him.

"Sweetheart..." He brays softly as he walks out of the woods looking at you as I stay near the edge of the rocks, "come on take a step away... you look so cold. I can help with that." I can hear the layered meaning in his voice no longer hiding it. I remember admitting it once that I had a small crush on him but that was when I was young and hormonal and crazy for anything man shaped. How he just laughed at that and found it cute... that was a decade ago it seems he's changed his mind on that.

"Just leave me alone." I say threatening to take another step back.

"Get over here now." He snarls and I nearly rush over to him in obedience but I just shake my head as he looks so angry at me it causes my eyes to water as I feel so scared.

He takes a step forward and I jump back and the look on his face is surprise before I know it he's right there jumping after me having to jump somewhere else to avoid crushing me. He wasn't the best swimmer so I think I have time... I think I have time... I crawl out of the water coughing slightly just taking a moment to rest my limbs. Its in that moment I feel a hand thread through my hair and grip my hair by the scalp.

I scream and claw his hand as its hard not to know who is dragging me by my hair given how his nails dig into my forehead causing me to bleed. The rain seems to drown my begging and screaming as he drags me to the "lovers cove". Rain hits a tarp hidden by leaves and vines as I remember finding this place as it was nice to camp here in the summer with the firepit roaring. Of course you couldn't stay here long having to explain to him why... because it was really only used for sex.

I'm too tired to move as jumping in my full gear was exhausting. I feel the flash of heat as he starts to pull on my clothes and I struggle as he snarls and fights me out of my soaking wet clothes. I'm trembling both from how wet and cold I am but also so afraid of being alone with him right now.

He seems to visibly relax as he pets my head and starts to dry my skin by rubbing a dry fur pelt against my flesh as he mutters and nuzzles my face just trilling as he continues to dry me off. His lips brushing against my cheek and temple as his thumb roughly swipes away my now flowing tears. Trying to calm me down as he rummages through my wet bag trying to heat up a ration for me. His eyes nervously darting over to me as if he is worried that I'll try to take off into the dark raining forest fully naked. I look over at him... the large two headed eagle tattoo on his back is still there though now holding what looks like a crown of thorns. It looks like a large back piece has been outlined in one of those chaos shapes... for Khorne you think.

He puts the ration in my lap and nuzzles me as he has me in his lap... and I realize he's naked too... I can feel his excitement against my back as he maneuvers my hand to pick up my spoon and I start to eat. I whimper and let out a soft sob as he hugs me tightly trying to soothe me. I rub my eyes as his hands move up and down my sides... trying to calm me down but it only riles me up and I try to move out of his lap.

His arms flex as he puts me in a headlock and his leg wraps around my own to keep me in place as he is snarling and barking at me in his tongue and I can't help but burst out into tears as he lets me go and I cower just afraid... I hate it when people yell at me... especially men... so loud so scary. He croons apologetically his body covering mind but then his breathing hitches as he starts to throb more as I realize his cock is against my sex... and to my horror... I'm not physically repulsed by the action.

I can't even say his name to try and stop him as he's already pulling your hips up as you manage to slip between his fingers to scramble away and he pounces on you. Your lungs hurt as you wheeze out the air feeling him rut against you licking the side of your head and you can't help but burst into tears as you moan out shamefully. You beg with a hiccupped sob for him to stop and he does... for a moment.

"Need... need to mark... need... need to keep." He hisses through clenched teeth. "No more separation... " He says before turning my head and shoving his tongue down my throat it feels. His fingers fumble against my sex before one slips so easily inside of me... roughly preparing me but there is not much to prepare... I'm so wet. "So sad... so helpless... " He moans into my neck pushing another finger into my sex as he does his best to prepare me for the burn of the stretch. He pulls his fingers out and shoves them into his own mouth tasting me. "Need me... need me to protect... I protect. Always protect." He says in stilted English as he pulls me off the ground before putting me on a shitty "bed" with a pelt he brought with him most likely thrown over it.

I try to beg for him to stop but he pushes his thumb against my tongue to stop me. He tilts my head up and I see several skulls around the bed. He practically purrs as I start shaking as they are all human skulls... some still stained red, "I protect... scared little sweetheart."

He says just hooking his hands under my knees tilting me up before sliding into me. He has to stop and close his eyes to not start pummeling his hips into mine but his pace is still just a bit to fast and little too hard and I can't help but cry up at him. But now I whimper and whine... he leans in and kisses me hard and passionately. I arch feeling the fur of the pelt against my back only leave ghosts of an impression on my skin... the skulls watching him fuck me hard are a ghost of a memory...I feel that pleasure course through my veins as he presses himself against me as deeply as he can as I orgasm and the clenching flesh around him causes him to spill over the edge.

We tumble over that edge as the rain picks up, lightning lights the forest, and thunder shakes the trees. Tears roll down my cheeks as he holds me close cooing at me. "Don't cry... I'm here... you're safe." He says between pants. Warmth is still spilling out between my legs and I feel confused about what's happened... but I feel so tired and will... I'll worry about it later. I sniffle softly and nod my head as I close my eyes and pass out feeling his warm body around my own and the fire... I'll deal with it all tomorrow.

#khornite #chaos space marine #space marine #non canon #non canon husbandry #warhammer 40k #inspired #mating press march #tw: dubious consent #tw: noncon

[qoeww]

can i request some headcanons with donnie and a gender neutral reader who plays / listens to lots of music ? maybe how he confesses to them or how he realizes he has a crush on them when all they do it talk about music ? have a great day !!

DONNIE WITH MUSIC LOVER Y/N

Character: Donnie

Writing Type: Headcanon

Author Note: I hope you like it hun <33

Donnie had an interesting taste in music

Everybody knew it

But sadly his brothers couldn't understand his music taste so there was always a argument about it

Like they are celebrating something and need some music for the party, Donnie was the first one unanimously dismissed from it

So he really loved going to music stores, at least people are RESPECTFUL of his music taste

At the store accidentally you bumped each other and all CDs scattered around

While helping him you two started speaking about your favorite musics

You two started meeting almost every day

Browsing the store and listening to every song while enjoying each other's presence

One time after listening to enough songs, you took a walk

Well, he accidentally showed his true identity to you

Now he is anxious about what if you don't like him and don't want to talk with him FOREVER

You are the only people who can talk with them without thinking again

Well, at first it is kinda strange for you but you can get used to it

And your two's "friendship" get leveled up

He thinks of you even when you're not around

Like "Oh, Y/N love this song."

While he was fixing Splinter's chair, he was humming the song you recommend for him

You were so nice, he wanted to be here while fixing this chair

Your voice, your smell, while talking about music shining in your eyes...

...

Oh god

No, no it didn't happen right?

He can't f... fall in love with his bestfriend? Right?

He thought like this because there is no one to talk about his interests, right...?????

He doesn't leave his room to forget you while building machines

But no, this is not working either

His siblings starts getting starting to worry

"HEY DONALD, Are you not leaving your room because of Y/-"

Raph immediately closes Mikey's mouth but it's too late

The door opens with such a speed that it almost rips its hinges

"How. Do. You. Know. Them."

Mikey's head is pulled back into his shell

Now it's time for family talk

Donnie talks about how he feels as the boys talk about how they learned Y/N

"Why don't ya ask them for a date?"

"Well, because this is not easy. Like I can't come up and say 'Hello Y/N, I like you so let's get on a date'!"

"Actually this sounds good."

Donnie gives Leo a deathly glare

"What about playlist? You told they loved songs right?"

He sits for two days and tries to make a "PERFECT" playlist

Just when he said it was over he remembers another song

After deleting not enough perfect songs, there 6 hours of playlist remain

You should be happy because at first there were more than 60 hours

He keeps his finger on "SEND"

Nop, nop this isn't good idea, he will look so-

"HEY D, I THINK THERE IS A PROBLEM WITH MY T-PAD!"

He accidentally hits the send button with Sheldon's sudden entry

"SHEEELLDOO-"

Sheldon slowly leaves the room

And the worst thing, you already saw it, there is no back!

He f*cked up

Now you can imagine he is swinging nervously back and forth on the floor

After a while notification sound splits his thoughts

"4 p.m. Same place"

Ok he really f*cked up

He almost flew into April's room through her window

"What th-"

"I NEED YOUR HELP!"

"Calm down D! If you're that much stressed out, it must be a big problem."

"Weeell, there is someone, totally not me, who has a crush and has a kind of date right now and I'm asking for a friend. Nailed it!"

This girl needs some break

After explaining what is problem to April, April gives only one advice "Relaaax and be yourself."

"This is the most stupid idea."

He literally goes on the "date" one hour earlier

While he is searching for many things on Google, he raises his head with the gentle touch on his shoulder

You are looking directly into his eyes

"Is your side empty?"

"Well yes, yes."

The silence stretches between you two

"I listened the playlist."

He squashes his knee

"Aha.."

"And I made a playlist for you too"

Donnie checks his phone after notification sound

He touches link

He's looking at you with a little blush on his face

This romantic scene gets interrupted by murmurs from the bushes

"Did they accept???"

"I'll see if you pull back a little."

"They are soooo sweet!"

"Aha, my plan worked well."

"WHAT BUT THAT WAS MY-"

They are all silent with the shadow falling on them

It looks like for this time family talk will not work for Donnie's anger

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #tmnt headcanons #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie

[jsprnt]

Healing Hearts PT. 17 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

A/N: last post of 2023 🥺 happy new year babes! Wishing for 2024 to be your year! Thank you so much for all the love this year <3

WC: 3.136

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

"Do you want to go in the same car or?"

I shout from my room, getting ready for the day as Virgil is eating breakfast.

I myself didn't feel particularly hungry, more so because it was the first time we'd go into the training center as a 'known' couple. So, I figured I should at least look good, deciding to take my time on my make up.

"Yeah, we'll come home from the match together then." He answers, as hear I the dishwasher being pulled open. Then hearing his footsteps coming closer.

"What are you doing?" He asks, coming closer to me as I set my face with powder.

"Making sure my art stays in place." I joke, turning back to face him as he sits on the edge of my bed.

"I'm almost done I promise."

I finally grab my lip products, lining my lips meticulously and applying my gloss. Chucking both products into my bag as I stand up.

"Let's go."

I pull on my sneakers, checking myself out in the mirror for a split-second before we finally get into the elevator.

"Who's going to drive? You or me?"

I ask, watching the numbers on the elevator screen go down.

"I'll drive of course." He smiles, showing off his keys.

He holds my hand as we leave my apartment building, as we walk up to his car. Opening the door for me.

He walks around, as I put my seat belt on, getting in himself. Meanwhile, I grab my phone to check my notifications, now minimal since I deleted my social media apps.

"Here." I hear Virgil say, handing his phone to me.

I look at him confused, then looking at the phone screen. A playlist, titled 'red scrubs.'

"What's this?"

I ask, scrolling through, realizing it was full of all my favorite songs. Looking back up at him as he drives with one hand.

"A playlist I've made for you."

A smile forms on my face immediately, my mood getting brighter than earlier.

"You're so cute." I mumble, unable to stop cheesing at his cheesiness. It was very small and childish gesture, but the love it expressed was huge.

I watch him smirk, my hand coming up to squeeze his bicep playfully.

"How'd you even-"

"I wrote the song titles on my phone when you got excited about them."

I smile even harder, looking away for a moment to regain my composure. Then leaning slightly to kiss his cheek in appreciation.

"Let's see if you did a good job then hm?" I say, putting the playlist on shuffle.

"Why am I suddenly getting so nervous? Maybe separate cars was a better idea." I say, wiping my clammy hands on my thighs. My nerves getting the best of me.

I watch Virgil glance at me, his eyebrow raised as he drives up to the training center. Greeting the security nicely, as we drive into the parking lot.

Parking all the way in the back, this was either good or bad. We were about to do the walk of shame and pride at the same time.

He finally turns to me, his bigger hand grabbing mine. His thumb caressing my knuckles softly.

"You're going to be okay."

He assures, leaning to kiss the top of my head.

"It's like we're showing off or something-"

"So? I want to show you off. What is anyone going to do about that?" He asks, gazing into my eyes.

Right, what is anyone going to do?

"We'll go in just like usual okay? Want to hold my hand or no?" He asks, his eyes softening.

I nod only, trying to compose myself fully.

I grab onto Virgil's hand tightly, only squeezing it harder when we step into the building, his thumb still caressing the back of my hand in reassurance.

"Clara!" I exclaim, seeing her look up with a smile as we walk up to her.

She'd long known about us, we couldn't actually hide it from her as she and I hung out often.

"Finally showing your girl off huh?" She asks Virgil, as I give her a side hug.

She glances at me, probably seeing the nerves on my face.

"You'll be fine, I think the guys will love you two together. Be prepared though, you know how they are." She says, squeezing my shoulder.

We walk further into the building, stopping right in front of the stairs and I already hear a low whistle.

"Look! My new favorite lovebirds!" A very cheery Trent says, Dom walking along with him, towards us.

I dread every second it takes for them to walk up to us, frozen smile plastered on my face.

"Don't start." Virgil waves them off, greeting them both with a handshake. Then going in to hug me.

"Are we allowed to hug her now or?" Dom teases, glancing at Virgil before he hugs me.

"How did you guys learn about it?" I mutter, rolling my eyes humorously.

"My Instagram! We aren't going to be the only ones you know." Trent chimes in.

"Well thank you for the mental preparation. I'll leave to my office now. See you guys later?" I say, letting of Virgil's hand.

He looks at me, eyes definitely asking for a kiss. I groan internally, Trent and Dom looking at us like we're a pair of pandas in a zoo.

I plant a quick kiss on his cheekbone, stubble grazing my skin slightly as I make a run for it before I could hear the guys say anything.

Sadly, I do hear a very loud "You know Virg, you've got some pink lip stuff on your cheek."

I walk into the canteen during lunchtime, Clara glued to my hip. Only because I forced her to, for emotional support as I watch eyes linger on me as we both fill up our plates.

"Doctor! Clara here!" I hear, snapping my head to a table, a very enthusiastic Ibou, his hands motioning for us to come over. His laugh undeniably infectious as a smile creeps up to my own face.

"Good afternoon guys." I say, realizing they probably intentionally left a seat next and across from Virgil. I sit next to him as Clara sits across from me.

Virgil automatically looks at me, grabbing my plate out of my hands and putting it down. His arms coming behind me, around my back as he smiles at me.

"Hey." He says, shamelessly placing a kiss on my cheek. Followed by immediate commotion from the table.

Some "aww's" mixed with some "my eyes!" making me laugh.

"Come on guys calm down." Clara says, trying to level out the comments.

"It's not like we didn't know already." I hear Ryan say and I immediately look up at him.

"What do you mean?" I ask, glancing at Virgil for a moment. His hand coming to hold mine underneath the table, resting both our hands on his thigh.

"We've been suspecting you two for like... two weeks or something." Harvey says and I raise a brow at him.

"Someone elaborate, please." I urge, the suspense was killing me.

"We kind of knew something was going on when we heard you went to the Netherlands and Greece game." Cody explains, looking at me.

Really, It was that easy? I had been stressing and fretting for no reason? They kind of knew already? That early?

"Yeah, but we kind of knew since your first day." Trent explains.

"My first day?"

"Yeah, captain had been talking about you in the changing room, like every day from then on."

This slowly started to become my favorite conversation ever. A grin forms on my face, gently squeezing Virgil's hand.

"Really?" I ask Virgil, a caught off guard expression on his face. That was why the guys looked so- giggly and smiley that first week?

"He's going to start blushing now!" I hear, immediately laughing as he did look insanely flustered.

"Right, he said you were 'the most beautiful woman that he’d ever worked with' and 'your smile was-" Virgil puts his hand over Curtis' mouth, stopping him from speaking.

"That's enough. Isn't it?" He mumbles, embarrassed smile on his face.

I tap his thigh, motioning him to stop suffocating Curtis as I lean into his side. His arm reluctantly wrapping around my back again.

"I want to hear more." I beam, looking at Curtis as I finally dug into my food.

"We had bets and everything." Curtis says, smug grin on his face.

"About?"

"Like who said 'I love first' or when you guys got together." Trent explains.

"Ohh, must've been very entertaining for you guys." I say, covering my full mouth with my hand.

Yeah, but it gave me heart palpitations.

"Are you two going to reveal it then? I need to know if I won." Cody chimes in, as he takes a gulp of his water.

I glance at Virgil, smiling at him. The team definitely knew how to entertain themselves with gossip.

"That's for us to know and for you to wonder." He says, pulling me closer into his side.

"You know we've seen scratches on his back and hickies on his neck-"

"Okay- I don't want to hear more actually.”

"I do not like when we draw." I mutter, to no one in particular as I watch the match unfold right in front of my eyes.

So far it was 1-1 against Bournemouth, and at least we had no injuries. I adjust my position in my seat. I sat in the last seat of the first row, looking directly at the position of the ball on the pitch.

I glance at the players behind me, all packed in their black, green embroidered club puffer jackets like me. Virgil sitting in the seat right behind mine.

The rain had been pouring down ever since the start of the match, making me hope that the damn waterproof mascara did its job and stayed on properly. At least my puffer was warm enough.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, looking back to see Virgil. "You okay?" He asks, rubbing his hands on my jacket.

"Yeah, it's just the rain that's annoying and it's cold." I complain, adjusting my zipper.

He extends his hand, giving me his hot pack.

"Here it'll help a little."

"Thank you." I smile, trying to warm up my hands as his hands stay on my shoulders. It was probably the maximum PDA I would allow in front of cameras.

The match finally ends with a 2-1 win for Liverpool, after an absolute banger of a goal from Darwin. Making us the last eight competing for the Carabao Cup.

I immediately run inside, almost slipping due to my wet shoe soles. Trying to avoid any more rain. Then waiting for everyone to pile inside again, a very happy shouting Virgil rushing in.

"You're going to fall." I comment, watching the last few players walk in.

"I fell already." He says, coming closer to me.

"You did? Are you injured?" I say, looking over him concerned. His hands coming to hold my cheek, making me look at him.

"No, I fell for you."

I blank stare at him for a moment, wondering if he really just said the most cheesy, cliché line ever.

"I think I need a moment." I utter, avoiding him as I walk to stand next to Klopp.

"It was a joke, come on." He complains, coming to stand next to me again. Klopp glancing at us with a smile.

"Yeah, a really bad one. Like who says that?"

"Babe? Can you... pick us up?”

She giggles, phone pressed to her ear clumsily. Dim pub lights casting a minimal glow on her face, her earrings glistening as she moves her head.

"Are you drunk love?" He asks, standing up from her living room sofa, and grabbing his car keys.

"A little, got carried away."

She mumbles, laughing at her drunk friend's dance moves.

"Okay send me your location. Can you do that for me?" He asks, walking out of her apartment.

"I think... I can- hold on." she slurs, tapping some familiar buttons. Managing to send her location to him.

"Alright I'll be there in a few. Want to hang up or stay on the phone?" He asks, starting the engine of his car.

"Stay." She answers, drunkenly keeping an eye on Sofia and Clara.

"Okay, want to tell me something that happened?" He says, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Uhm... this girl was wearing like 15 centimeter heels, like how?" She mumbles, leaning forward onto the table tiredly.

"Hm really? How about yours? Do your ankles not hurt?" He asks, humming.

"I'm just sitting down now." She answers.

"Are your friends there? They're okay right?”

"Yeah... they're very happy." She replies, looking at them laugh and chat clumsily.

"That's good, I'm almost there. Don't come outside yeah?"

She hums, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

After a few short minutes the tall athlete arrives, peering around to find three girls sit next to each other. Though, his girlfriend seems totally exhausted while her friend are as cheery as ever.

"y/n." He says, running his hands on her back.

She looks up, recognizing him and standing up. Her body immediately leaning against his, molding against it.

"You're okay." He mumbles, barely audible due to music.

"Girls, let's go." He says, watching both Sofia and Clara grab their own bags. His hand going to grab his girlfriend's bag.

"Sofia, can you walk? Or should I call Noah down?" He asks, having dropped off Clara safely already.

"I'm good." She mumbles having sobered up a bit, reaching over to open the car door.

Virgil looks at his girlfriend in the passenger seat, half awake as her head is angled downwards.

He finally gets out of the car, picking up his girlfriend and walking alongside Sofia, up to their level.

He watches Noah open the door, bringing Clara in as he throws a thumbs up to Virgil.

"Thanks lad!" He says, closing the door as Virgil throws out a ‘no problem’.

Virgil finally opens the front door, bringing y/n onto the couch as he goes to wash his hands and grabs a cup of water.

"Here drink some water." He coaxes, bringing the cup to her lipstick smudged lips.

She complies, eyes open by a sliver as she gulps the entire cup down. He leans down, chucking the heels off her feet.

"Okay now let's get you cleaned up." He mumbles, picking her up again.

"I'm going to set you down on the counter. Alright?"

"Mhm."

"Okay this is your cleanser right?"

He says, showing her a white bottle.

He was right.

"No, I can do it myself." She mumbles, getting off the counter.

"Okay, I'll brush my teeth."

He does, stabilizing her when she stared clumsily moving again. Drunkenly applying all sorts of toners and serums.

"You look like glazed donut."

"That's... the point."

"I know. Let's go to bed."

He guides her by the shoulders, placing her on the edge of her bed as he grabs her pajamas.

"No, I can- do it myself." She exclaims, grabbing the change of clothes as she starts tugging on the zipper on her back.

"Let me- help you."

His hands go up to her zipper, zipping it down successfully as she pulls the dress down further.

He grabs the dress, placing it in the laundry basket and returning to her.

She grabs onto the pajama shirt, pulling it over her head easily, his minimal help needed. She grabs the pajama pants, looking up at him.

"See? I can do it all alone. Even when I’m drunk. I'm a genius-"

She tries to say, accidentally tripping, face-first into the bed when trying to step into the pants fully.

He tries to stifle his laughter, knowing she wouldn't appreciate it. Especially in her drunken state.

"Woah- let me help you."

After a struggle and battle with the pajamas they both finally lay down into the bed cozily. His hand cradling her closer.

"My ankles hurt." She complains, soft groan leaving her mouth.

"Want me to massage them?"

"Yes, please."

He shifts in the bed. Rolling the ends of her pants up as he starts to rub and massage her swollen looking ankles.

"Did you dance a lot?" He asks, a soft hum leaving her lips.

"I wish you didn't wear those high heels then."

"They looked good."

"I know, but still."

He looks closer at the back of her ankles, realizing the back of her heels were probably too rough and made her bleed.

"The back of your ankles are bleeding."

"Really?"

"Hold on."

He walks back and forth to the bathroom, grabbing the necessary disinfectant and band-aids.

She winces as the ointment makes contact with the small wound. He quickly places a band-aid on both ankles and patting her leg.

"I'm sorry love. It's over." He says, voice deep and thick with sleep.

"Let's sleep now."

I watch as Curtis and Virgil pretend to be Santa in front of the camera crew. It was the first week of November but I guess the PR team decided to film Christmas videos already.

I was having some food with Clara at the other table as they had walked in with the cameras on. I try to muffle my laughter as they kept pulling out ridiculous presents from their bags.

I finally see them nearing the end of filming, Trent, Robbo, Curtis and Virgil gathered around and flipping through the calendar full of images from different players.

"Doctor come see this, you'll love it."

I hear Robbo say, looking at me as I pop a strawberry into my mouth. I raise my brows, chewing the fruit as I stand up to see what he's talking about.

"What is it?" I ask putting my hands in my pocket, looking him with questioning look.

"Here see for yourself." He says handing me the calendar. I glance at the guys for a moment, opening the calendar to see every month having a new photo of Virgil.

"Oh-" I say, raising my brows as every photo becomes even more questionable.

"You can have it from Santa!" Curtis says, pushing the calendar further into my arms.

"Oh it's-"

"Aw you don't like it?" Trent chimes in, glancing at Virgil.

"Doesn't really fit with the interior of my apartment you know." I tease playing along, though unable to contain my laughter as Robbo bursts out in laughter.

"You're serious?" Virgil say, looking betrayed.

"You know you seem to love it more than me Andy. Besides, I've got the real deal already."

I joke, handing it to him. Winking at the camera for jokes. There's no way it would be used anyway.

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[sungbeam]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 — act I, scene iii

nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader

when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.

▷ genre, chapter warnings. s2f2l, classism and discrimination, forbidden romance au, minimal swearing, angst, humor, kind of gray morals

▷ word count. 3.6k

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a/n: i've realized this has been pretty fast-paced but it's only cuz i wanna get to the good parts 😭💀

SUMMER (RISING JUNIORS).

YN stepped into the cooler, darkened building of the repair shop and immediately reached for her towel sitting on the front desk. As she swiped away the sweat dripping down her face and neck, she guzzled down as much water from her bottle as she could intake at once. It was a hot day out, and usually there were fans set up in the garage area, but the electricity had stopped working three hours ago.

The door flew open, and Jongseob's sopping wet head of hair poked inside. "Hey, lover boy messaged you."

She rolled her eyes. "Stop snooping, Jongseob."

He smiled with a shrug. "Tell that to your notification sound."

"And his name is not lover boy."

For some reason, that made Jongseob's smile grow wider, but before she could question it, he ducked back outside. She knew that if she appeared immediately after him, he and Soul would never let her live it down, so she continued to take her time drinking water and patting herself dry. As usual, it was a relatively slow day at the shop, and her mom had left the three of them there to watch the grass grow. She wasn't supposed to be in any hurry.

When she finally stepped back into the garage, she was greeted by a wave of heat that almost knocked her over. She felt the sweat drip down the side of her face again, despite having cooled down inside just seconds ago. Jongseob's playlist of r&b hits filled the space along with the familiar sounds of metal fixings.

Soul and Jongseob were both at their respective stations, so she made her way over to her own station and picked up her phone. Sure enough, there were messages from Intak sent about five minutes ago.

tak: *sent a picture*

tak: one of my friends just got back from his trip and we're at the roller skating rink in the crossroads 👀👀👀 maybe i'll see u here later??? wink wonk

Yn smiled to herself, but tried to suppress it for the sake of her own ego and pride (and the two others blatantly watching her from their stations). She had changed the contact name from "jae" to "tak" a couple days after first reaching out to him. It had seemed natural to let go of the contact name and bring in something new; it was an attempt at moving along in the grieving process, if you would.

The image Intak had sent was a selfie of him in fuschia-toned lighting, most likely from the neon lights in the Crossro-ller Rink in the Crossroads community halfway up the hill. His black hair was tousled just slightly in an effortless sort of mess, but he wore a plain black T-shirt and a chain collar, his lips pursed at the camera. He didn't show which friend he was with, but it wasn't like she would have paid attention to him anyway.

"Awwwh, Soul look! She's blushing!"

Yn rolled her eyes again and blindly flipped Jongseob the bird over her shoulder. His cackles of delight echoed in the garage, accompanied by Soul's softer laugh.

yn's phone: i have to give it to u, i think ur getting better at this "being smooth" thing

yn's phone: but i have to work, sorry buddy wink wonk

The thought did cross her mind, even for a split second, to ditch the shop and go to the roller skating rink. Intak would never know who she was—just another poor girl crawling up from the gutter to skate around. The thrill of it energized her though, and she set her phone aside to get back to work with just a hint of a skip in her step.

Jongseob peered out from under the car he was tweaking. "You're so whipped; it's insane," he teased with a feigned gag.

When she stuck her tongue out at him, her phone dinged to announce another incoming message. And another. And another—

"Are you gonna get that or should I?" Jongseob gestured to her station table with one oil-stained hand. He grinned at her scowl. "You're so touchy, sheesh. Fine, but if it's important and you miss it…"

Yn grumbled under her breath and stomped back over to her phone. "You're so stupid."

"And you're stupid whipped!" He cackled, then ducked out of view.

tak: r…. r u mocking me or were the winks genuine…..

tak: wait where do u work :0

tak: ur missing out tho yk 😋

tak: *sent a video*

tak: wait wdym u THINK? i AM GOOD AT BEING SMOOTH

The new picture looked like the saved recording from a Snapchat story. It was him and Yoon Keeho skating around the roller rink beneath the combination of a sparkly disco ball and rainbow neon lights. He still looked as good as he did in the picture, and the video gave a top view that was angled downward over the two tall boys' heads. Yn had definitely seen Keeho and his head of dark blue hair around school before. From what she had heard through the grapevine, he had an awful lot of sass and character stored up in him.

yn's phone: that's confidential :l

yn's phone: looks like a lot of fun! haven't been up there in awhile tbh but i'll think about going soon maybe (^^ゞ

yn's phone: whatever helps u sleep at night tak 🤕🤥

The smile on her face slipped as she read her own messages back, though. Her eyes caught onto one phrasing in particular—the words "up there" yelled at her from the screen with about a dozen sirens blaring. She slapped a hand to her forehead. "Fuuuck."

Her friends peered up from their projects, eyes wide with curiosity and concern. "What? What happened?"

"I said to him 'up there' in relation to the roller rink. There's no way he doesn't know I'm from the Hollows—" Her words were cut off by Intak's own replies.

tak: "tak" 🥰😩😗🥺🫂 someone hold me that's so cute

"I guess not," Jongseob said as he peered over her shoulder at the message, Soul leaning over on her other side. "Man, that's disgusting. Even he's fluffy."

Yn scoffed and waved him off. "Oh, shut up you."

yn's phone: ur friend can hold u lmao

tak: u don't wanna hold me? 😔

yn's phone: if u figure out who i am, then sure ;]

tak: game on.

Though there was a part of her that wanted to get to know Intak like she had his brother, she knew there would be consequences. If he found out her social standing, it could lose her Intak, for one. Even though his brother didn't believe in following the foul classism and bullying his peers up on the hill participated in, that didn't mean Intak felt the same way. (Though, she wanted so badly to believe the opposite.)

It wouldn't matter anyway, right? Losing him? If he discriminated against her based on her income and where she lived, then he could screw off.

(It wasn't like she wasn't used to losing people anyway.)

"Oh my god, who is making you blush so hard, dude?"

Intak's head shot up from where it had been buried nose-deep in his and Yn's text chain. He subtly moved his brother's phone screen out of sight as Keeho came to sit down next to him on the leather sectional. The two of them had come back to Keeho's house about an hour ago from the roller skating rink, legs and backs and behinds aching from hours of skating. It had been a breath of fresh air, getting out of the house. As vast as the Hwang estate was, it was never big enough. Intak had always felt suffocated, and perhaps that was partly because his father shared a living space with him.

"Hm?" Intak mentally willed his heart to calm down.

Keeho eyed him strangely, but his smile was teasing. He reached for the remote to unpause the movie on screen. "Are you still purging Jae hyung's phone? You've been pretty occupied with it ever since the last few weeks of school." Keeho tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth, and Intak cautiously reached for a handful of the buttery treat for himself.

If "purging" meant keeping in contact with one of his older brother's old friends, then yes. Because of Yn, he probably spent more screen time on Jaehyuk's phone than on his own device. "Yeah, I guess you can say that. Just lots of stuff I didn't know about him."

Intak sunk into the couch and tucked the phone away into his pocket, albeit reluctantly. It almost seemed unfair that Yn knew more about him than he did about her, but he was sure there was a good reason for it.

Well… especially if his hunch was correct.

The movie on screen wasn't very interesting, to be completely honest. Intak had seen it about a dozen times before, but it was the movie Keeho had chosen randomly with the Amazon fire stick thing, and he pretty much stuck with it because he didn't know what to watch either.

Intak suddenly cleared his throat. "Can I… ask you a question?"

Keeho glanced over at him. "Of course. What's up?"

"What do you think about the Hollows kids?" He asked slowly, choosing his words carefully. He tried to pose it as neutrally as possible; he had never really gotten a clear stance from any of his friends about what they thought about the people who lived down the hill from them, but generally, they never seemed against the Hollows kids. At least, they never went out of their way to "show them their place." Those were the obnoxious people from their social class whom Intak was pointedly not friends with.

Come to think of it, Intak hadn't gotten a direct answer from his brother either. But then again, Jaehyuk had never been much of a bully sympathizer or bystander.

Keeho raised his eyebrow as if surprised by the question, which wasn't completely unexpected. "Uhhh—I think they're fine. Like the whole community discrimination is a little stupid, but…" He shrugged, "They can bark as long as they don't bite, y'know."

Intak pursed his lips together in a slow nod.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh—uh, no reason." Intak shifted. What did that answer even mean? "Just curious."

His friend bobbed his head. "Okay… well, if they look at me funny, I'll look at them funny, too. I dunno, dude. It's hard to explain, but if I don't have to get involved, then I won't. You know it's complicated."

Intak supposed he could… live with that answer. It wasn't like he fully accepted it either. After all, he didn't even know what his answer would be... Right?

If faced with the opportunity to befriend someone from the Hollows, would he follow his damn heart or succumb to peer pressure?

This felt illegal.

Intak sat behind his desk at home, hair damp from his recent shower, his laptop opened to a new web browser. He was searching for car repair shops in the Hollows region, something that had been poking at his brain since the roller rink. He didn't know if Yn had even realized she had said "up there" in regards to the roller skating rink, and to be honest, it wasn't until the third time he read the message that it finally clicked in his brain. (Sue him, he had the nickname "Tak" stuck in his head like some fool.)

It didn't really make sense that Jae would have gone all the way down to the Hollows to get a luxury, vintage car repaired and maintained, but because Yn and Jae had met over the phone, it was just a little more plausible. There were a few holes in his theory, clearly, but it was all logical. Actually, the more Intak thought about it, the more it made sense.

There were a couple repair shops in the Hollows, but only one of them was family-owned and not a chain. The name was something along the lines of Ln's Auto Repair—simple and to the point.

He was seconds away from whipping out the academy yearbook.

yer a wizard yn!: ayo r u alone rn?

Intak bit his lip in a poor attempt to hide his smile.

jae's phone: oh so u wanna get me alone?

yer a wizard yn!: u said u almost got caught by ur friend AGAIN earlier õ_ó

jae's phone: and she CARES!! 😩🙏

yer a wizard yn!: smh T-T

jae's phone: admit that u deflect my flirting bc ur flustered

yer a wizard yn!: u were flirting????

jae's phone: that's so hurtful.

yer a wizard yn!: plus, i bet u get flustered easier than i do, hwang intak

yer a wizard yn!: i bet ur blushing so hard rn 👀

He instinctively pressed the back of his hand to his cheek—and goddamn, it was hot. He wasn't about to admit that though.

jae's phone: not the government name 🙁

yer a wizard yn!: ahh look who's deflecting now 🤭

jae's phone: … touché

He paused, biting his lip. Hey, btw…|

No, he thought to himself, spamming the backspace button with his thumb. But why not? He was already searching it up—it didn't feel right without asking her first.

jae's phone: okay i don't wanna come off as stalkerish but…|

Before he could finish his text, Yn's own popped up.

yer a wizard yn!: anyways the reason i came to bug u was bc i m bored :l

A small laugh fell from Intak's lips. Omg ur finally reciprocating my feelings?? :')

yer a wizard yn!: bro what feelings 😭😭

jae's phone: ur literally so mean to me 😔 y am i here to suffer huh

yer a wizard yn!: dunno dude it's cuz i'm cool B)

jae's phone: not w that emoji ur not 💀 what r u? 60???

yer a wizard yn!: experience-wise, yes

jae's phone: and humor-wise 🤕🙁

jae's phone: a little concerning tbh

jae's phone: but ur bored? lol i thought ur usually w ur friends?

He was usually the bored one because his own friends were with their own families and away from this damned place. Intak technically knew a vast sea of people, but it didn't mean he really knew them. He hadn't smiled while talking to someone new like he did with Yn since he first met his three best friends. Crazy how one could feel so alone in an ocean of people.

yer a wizard yn!: they had to go home to help their families w some stuff lol so im just here ig

yer a wizard yn!: my mom's busy w work rn too so i have the house and it's so quiet haha

jae's phone: r u trying to make moves on me rn 👀 insinuating that the house is empty ;))

jae's phone: JKJK IM SORRY IF THAT MADE U UNCOMFORTABLE KSFBJEBFJRJF

yer a wizard yn!: dude do u just flirt w everybody is this a reflex or something 😭😭😭😭

jae's phone: n,,no just u :')

yer a wizard yn!: tak, honey, r u stuttering thru text T-T

Intak leaned back in his desk chair with a soft giggle.

jae's phone: yes my honey bunches of oats 😚 i did stutter

yer a wizard yn!: damn ??? okay 😭 (honey bunches of oats huh 🤨)

jae's phone: do i make u speechless, snookums

jae's phone: or how about sweet lemon drop daisies

jae's phone: lovey dovey partridge in a pear tree?

yer a wizard yn!: HELLOAKDJKS 😭😭

jae's phone: hUH? WHATS THAT? U LIKE THE NAME SNOOKUMS???

jae's phone: i'd change ur contact name to snookums, but i like the hp reference :/

yer a wizard yn!: i don't think i've laughed that hard in awhile tbh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

yer a wizard yn!: where tf dID U GET ALL THOSE ???

jae's phone: wdym snookums :(( they came from my love for u

He unconsciously raised his hand to his face and felt the scorching hot skin there. Yeah, he was so far gone. Maybe a glass of ice water would do him well.

yer a wizard yn!: okay,,, i think i've calmed down now 🤧🤧

yer a wizard yn!: were u doing anything interesting before i interrupted 🤩🤩

jae's phone: yes yes very important stuff o7 top secret info

yer a wizard yn!: who's the vague one now :// lol jkjk

Intak's eyes moved back to his laptop, of which the screen had faded to black. He moved his fingers over the trackpad to wake the device up and display the page for Ln's Auto Repair again. This felt like—was—an invasion of privacy.

jae's phone: okay uhm… don't be mad

yer a wizard yn!: uhhhh haha that's not very reassuring 😅 what'd u do lol

jae's phone: okok uhm im so sorry but i promise i don't stalk people for fun and i was really curious and i noticed that earlier u said that the roller skating rink was "up" from where u were and i figured u were prob in the hollows, so i looked up the auto repair shops in the hollows… and i think i might have found yours?

jae's phone: ik this was an invasion of privacy, i feel so bad

jae's phone: pls don't be mad

Intak dropped the phone onto his desk with his eyes pinned to the screen, waiting for her answer. He bit his lip, knee bouncing frantically. The dots would appear and disappear, then reappear again.

Finally, he watched Yn's reply come in.

yer a wizard yn!: it's… actually kind of relieving ? in a way

yer a wizard yn!: i actually noticed my mistake earlier too but i figured since u didn't say anything about it, u might not have noticed, but ig i shouldn't have underestimated u haha

yer a wizard yn!: so,,, this is it then?

Panic seized his chest, and he picked up the phone so fast it almost fell right out of his hands.

jae's phone: WOAH WOAH WAIT

jae's phone: hey what's wrong? no this isn't **it**

yer a wizard yn!: well u know im from the gutter now right lol

jae's phone: and?? y should that matter to me

jae's phone: yn i don't care that ur from the hollows like u literally don't care that im from the hill right?? and my brother didn't care either and u had no problem being friends w him too

When she didn't respond for a couple of minutes, Intak felt the furrow in his brows as his thumbs raced over the phone keyboard to type out another message.

jae's phone: call me?

He pressed the button to send the message and left the phone on the desk, waiting for the phone to ring. His knee would not stop bouncing to save his life, and so he turned the phone screen off and busied his hands and eyes by looking through his mess of an email inbox. Every few seconds, his eyes darted to the phone, however, the screen remained dark and still. No answer, no phone call.

Just silence, and the palpitations of his nervous heart.

He screwed up, hadn't he? He had just scared her off—and that in itself messed with his head.

He was about to give up for the night—maybe resort to finding a drink downstairs and curl up with a movie—until the dull vibration of the phone jolted him out of his chair. He fumbled with the slim device, and somehow managed to accept the call.

"Hello?" He answered, almost breathlessly.

Yn's throat cleared on the other side, voice low. "Hey. Sorry it took me a couple minutes to call. I think I was just nervous." Her throat cleared another time and it sounded like it was accompanied by cracking knuckles.

Intak relaxed a little into his seat. "No, no, don't worry about it. I—" I was dying, "—take your time. I get it. I was just worried I scared you off." He laughed a little at the end as if he hadn't just experienced a self-induced heart attack.

"No, don't worry," she rushed to reply. "You didn't scare me off. I think I do a good enough job at that already."

He turned on speaker mode and placed the phone on the desk so he could fidget with his fingers. "Ah… if it makes you feel better, I feel the same way—scared, I mean. And I really did mean what I said… with the not caring about you being from the Hollows."

A beat passed. "Thanks, Intak. That's… really cool of you."

He nodded. "Right, yeah. Just the...the bare minimum," he said quietly with a flippant flick of his wrist. And it was the bare minimum, but in a community like theirs, bare minimum was a high standard when it came to classism and discrimination. "So—we're cool, right? We're cool?"

She hummed. "Yeah, of course."

A smile crawled onto his face and tugged at the corners of his lips. "Good. I'm glad." He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk with his cheeks leaning on the palms of his hands. "Listen, Yn... you can be comfortable with me, I hope. I—I hope you can feel safe with me like you did with my brother."

His heartbeat thundered in his ears almost as loud as the volume of the call, and his cheeks were aflame beneath his palms. It was a marvel how one person could make him feel this way. Hearing her voice sent a course of tingles down his spine, made his toes curl. It was a feeling not entirely foreign, yet completely new at the same time.

"Thank you," was her soft reply. "I hope so, too."

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[ao3-anonymous]

Isn’t the data you just posted the same as the data last week?

Thank you, eagle-eyed anon! Yes, yes it was but now it has been fixed, so the newest post for 02/05/2024 is accurate.

And while I was trying to figure out why the same data showed up twice, I found a bunch of other issues in my code, so keep reading if you want to hear about the 10 other things I fixed while I was fixing that issue (thanks ADHD!)

As it turns out, it was the exact same info as last week because there was an issue in my workflow that caused it to not run properly so the data in the spreadsheet that powers the dashboard was stale.

But that prompted me to ask myself "didn't I build in a notification system that's supposed to let me know when something fails?" and when I investigated I realized they had stopped working last June and I never noticed (it sends EITHER a success or failure email every week, so I really should've noticed).

When I investigated that, I realized June was when I split the backend data sources between two Google Sheets because they were getting so big - originally I had them in separate tabs of the same sheet. However the notifications were still set up for only the original sheet, so I fixed that.

Also while I was looking at the sheets, I realized there were still a bunch of "Uncategorized" fandoms in the data, even though I removed that category from the workflow after realizing that they don't have fic counts on that Category page. So instead of pulling fic count, I was accidentally pulling a bunch of years and passing them off as fic count. I fixed that a couple weeks ago, but I didn't clear old data so I did that now.

THEN when I finally remembered the original problem I had been solving, I started trying to figure out whether the data hadn't been recorded for 2/5 at all (I save it in a JSON first) or if the sheet just hadn't been properly updated. While doing some checks, I realized that most of the categories had data for 2/5 EXCEPT Video Games & Theater?? Which honestly I still haven't fully figured out why, but I was able to manually run the size scrape for those two pages again, so at least they have data now.

Finally, while I was re-running the scripts to try to figure out why it wasn't running for Video Games, I had it start printing out various pieces in the loops and noticed it was taking forever to get through a category and seemed to go slower and slower by letter. Turns out a small error in my code had it looping through all the fandoms for a category starting with a specific letter (A) but then instead of moving on and doing B next, it was doing (A, B), then (A,B,C) etc. This wasn't actually causing errors of any kind in the results, but it was slowing the whole thing down and unnecessarily writing over the size count 25+ times for the fandoms at the beginning of the alphabet, so I've now fixed that.

The best part is even though I just wrote all of this out, I'm still not quite sure where in there I fixed the issue that caused the stale data in the first place lol. But at some point I fixed some other things, re-ran the "write_to_sheets" script (which I of course tried first thing and it didn't do anything) and this time it worked and actually updated. So hooray! And clearly this whole thing is being held together by spit & glue (it was a project I set for myself when I was learning Python) so maybe I should go back and rewrite some things now that I'm actually paid to do coding for my job and have a bit more experience. If you're still reading, KUDOS TO YOU and hope you enjoy my little project. [[Maybe leave me a heart in the comments if you do, because I accidentally spent way too long on this tonight and it's super late and I still have actual work to do (YIKES).]]

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[noona-clock]

The Flight Attendant - Part 3

Genre: Flight Attendant!AU

Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,240

Oh my god.

You were mortified.

Absolutely mortified.

As soon as you'd slid into the taxi taking you back to the airport, you'd realized just how mortified you'd been -- and you still were even now that you were standing on another plane, greeting the arriving passengers as they stepped inside.

Because you had kissed him!

I mean, not a kiss on the lips, but still. You'd kissed his cheek and that was more than enough to be embarrassed about. More than enough!

You had just met the guy earlier that day! And not only that, it was your first day of work!

You weren't sure it could get any worse -- only if you'd actually kissed him on the lips. That certainly would've been worse. As far as your humiliation goes, at least, because you had an inkling a real kiss with Yunhyeong would've been wonderful.

But, anyway.

You were back on the job now, so you had to try to focus. You had to try and keep all thoughts of Yunhyeong -- embarrassing or otherwise -- out of your head.

You were mostly successful, but only because your co-worker on this flight wasn't nearly as helpful as Yunhyeong had been. She was nice enough, but when you'd told her you were new and this was only your second flight, she had simply grinned gently and said "Well, good luck."

Thankfully, Yunhyeong's tutelage had been sufficient enough that you knew what needed to be done. You weren't particularly great at anything yet, but you tried your best and only had to field a couple of complaints from the passengers.

When you stepped off the plane this time, though, you didn't feel quite as accomplished as you had earlier that day.

But you were back home, and your next flight wasn't until tomorrow, so you could go home and sleep in your own bed -- which sounded heavenly.

As you rolled your suitcase behind you, your heels lightly clicking on the tile floor, you slid your phone out of your pocket and turned it on.

After it booted up, notifications from during the flight flooded your screen. Unsurprisingly, you had a message from your dad, some unimportant emails you really needed to unsubscribe from, reminders to play a mobile game you'd downloaded a couple of months ago, and...

Oh.

You stopped walking as soon as you saw a message notification from...

Yunhyeong.

To be honest, it had kind of slipped your mind that you'd exchanged phone numbers during dinner earlier.

You held your breath as you wasted no time in clicking on it, your heart pounding as your phone unlocked and showed you the message.

I had a nice time, too! Let me know how the flight went after you land 😊

It wasn't until another notification popped up on your phone that you realized you were just standing there, staring at your screen absently.

The email pulled you out of your trance, though, and even though you really wanted to give yourself more time to reply, he had asked you to let him know how it went after you landed. You didn't want to keep him waiting too long in case he thought something bad had happened -- you weren't entirely sure he would think that much about it, but he did seem like a really kind, caring person. Maybe he would worry if you took too long to respond!

So, you quickly typed out:

It was okay!! I'm back on the ground, at least. I only messed up a few times, I think.

After you pressed 'send,' you typed out another message before you could second-guess yourself.

My co-attendant wasn't nearly as good as you, though! 😩😔

She hadn't been nearly as attractive, either, but you decided to keep that thought to yourself for the time being.

Just a few seconds after you put your phone to sleep and began walking out toward the airport exit, your phone buzzed yet again. You brought it back up to your face without stopping this time, and a wide smile split your lips when you saw Yunhyeong had already responded.

I'm sure you were great! When you get a chance, send me your schedule? I doubt it will match mine, but I can probably tell you about good restaurants in all the places you go to!

You replied back with an Okay! and made a mental note to actually do it -- send him your schedule -- once you got home. It would be super late, and you would be super exhausted, but you didn't want to forget!

So, as you sped toward the exit of the airport and got into a car to take you home, you told yourself over and over again -- send your schedule, send your schedule, send your schedule. Even as the soft hum of the engine and gentle motion of the car began to lull you to sleep, you didn't stop reminding yourself.

About halfway through your ride, you received another message. When you clicked on the notification, you saw Yunhyeong had sent you his schedule. You didn't look too closely because you were afraid that none of his flights would sound familiar -- you didn't want to be disappointed just yet.

When the car finally pulled up to your apartment complex, you paid and thanked him as quickly as you could before hauling your suitcase out and rushing to your door.

As soon as you unlocked and stepped inside your apartment -- like, literally, as soon as. You didn't even turn on the light in the entryway. -- you opened up your email, scrolled through to find the schedule you'd received last week, took a screenshot, and sent it to Yunhyeong.

And then you clicked on his schedule, zooming in and looking at all the flights he would be on in the next few weeks.

A gasp escaped from your mouth when you saw he was going to Paris -- you definitely weren't going there, and you wouldn't even try to hide your jealousy.

Just as you were coming to the realization that none of your flights matched, you felt the soft buzz of an incoming message in the conversation you currently had open -- a message from Yunhyeong.

Darn. Nothing. But I've been everywhere you're going, so I can definitely give you some pointers!

You messaged back right away.

And I think you should also give me something from PARIS. I am so jealous! 😭

Even though you were still standing in a completely dark apartment, your unopened luggage at your feet, and you knew you needed to start getting ready for bed... when you saw the three dots of Yunhyeong typing, you just couldn't bring yourself to move.

You'll get to go one day, I promise! But what would you like?

Your eyes widened briefly with shock, and you hastily typed back,

I was kidding!! But a croissant would be nice.

I can't guarantee that it won't be squished by the time I get back, but you got it!

You let out a breathless chuckle, shaking your head as you replied to him.

I would also like a lot of pictures, please!

Done 👍

A small voice in the back of your mind was screaming at you to ask him for selfies specifically, but that would absolutely be a weird thing to do.

But, you weren't exactly sure what to send next, if you were being honest. Your exhaustion was catching up to you, and your brain was swiftly turning into a heap of befuddled mush.

Thankfully, Yunhyeong was typing again, and when his message appeared, you almost wondered if he had some sort of psychic powers.

Go get some rest now, okay? And, seriously, you can come to me any time with questions.

You replied with a thumbs-up emoji because that's really all you could manage at the moment, and Yunhyeong sent a Good night! before you put your phone on Do Not Disturb mode and turned off your screen.

It wasn't until you woke up the next morning that you remembered how mortified you'd been because you'd kissed Yunhyeong's cheek before leaving his hotel room yesterday.

Somehow -- miraculously -- Yunhyeong's text messages after your flight home had made you forget all about it.

And you realized now that, while he hadn't brought it up, he had been perfectly friendly and nice. The same Yunhyeong he had been in person.

So... you had to assume that he hadn't really cared, right? Or, at the very least, he hadn't thought you were trying to seduce him or something.

Truly, you still didn't even really know why you'd done it.

I mean, yes, you had gotten a bit distressed because you weren't sure when you would see him next. And I guess that distress had turned to panic? And you'd wanted to make sure he knew how thankful you were for his help and how much you'd enjoyed spending time with him? So... you'd kissed him?

His cheek.

You'd kissed his cheek.

That is an important detail.

But... like... why? Why had you thought a kiss on the cheek was the appropriate way to convey your gratitude?

He was still your co-worker, after all! You wouldn't see him five days a week, eight hours a day like your average co-worker, but he was your co-worker nonetheless! You could've just said 'thank you' and been done with it! Or maybe sent him some cookies if you were feeling generous.

But a kiss?

You'd never done anything like that in your life -- to anyone much less a co-worker you had just met earlier that day!

But, to your surprise and appreciation, Yunhyeong hadn't brought it up. Nor had he acted at all awkward about it.

Plus... you couldn't quite bring yourself to regret it. It had been completely out of character, and it would probably make you cringe for years to come... but you didn't regret it. Yunhyeong was just that appealing to you.

When your thoughts finally settled down, you turned on your side to face your nightstand, reaching out and fumbling to retrieve your phone. Your clumsy, tired fingers unlocked it, but you were suddenly incredibly awake when you saw you had four new messages from Yunhyeong.

Sitting up, you tapped on the notification, your brow furrowing gently as you read through the first message.

As you should've guessed, he was merely sending you restaurant and sightseeing recommendations for several of the places you'd be flying to over the next few weeks.

...Did you really think he would've been declaring his romantic intentions for you and asking you out on a date?

Even if he did already harbor some more-than-friendly interest in you, he wouldn't have asked you out in a text. You barely knew him, but you knew he wasn't that kind of guy.

You carefully read through his recommendations, ignoring the slight pang of disappointment you felt, and typed out a brief but well-thought-out reply.

Thank you so much!!!! I can't wait to actually try these places. They're nothing compared to Paris, I'm sure, but I'm still excited!

Once you pressed send, you took your phone off Do Not Disturb mode, locked it, and set it back on your nightstand; it was still fairly early in the morning, and judging by the timestamps on his messages, he'd stayed up late last night. He wasn't going to be replying to you any time soon.

To your surprise, as soon as you stepped into your bathroom after getting out of bed, your phone buzzed.

But surely that wasn't him responding, right? It must just be an email or something...

You decided to leave it alone for now because you needed to get a move on with your morning routine. You had work in a few hours, and you wanted to switch out everything in your suitcase before you left for the airport.

But, of course, as you were brushing your teeth and washing your face, you couldn't help but wonder what the notification had been.

What if, by some odd but delightful twist of fate, it was Yunhyeong replying back to you?

You tried to tell yourself not to worry about it. It wasn't a big deal. It most likely wasn't a text from him, but even if it was, you didn't have to read or reply to it now! What you needed to do was get ready for work!

...But you also found yourself rushing through your skincare routine, slapping on your serum and slathering on sunscreen without letting the serum sink in at all.

And as soon as you finished half-heartedly rubbing the sunscreen over your cheeks and forehead, you scampered back out into your room and headed right to your nightstand.

When you picked your phone up, your heart did a little flip as you saw Yunhyeong had replied to you already.

...Did the guy ever sleep?

One day you'll go to Paris, I promise! And please send updates if you do end up trying any of the restaurants I sent!! I mean, if you have time. No pressure!

You had to press your lips together to keep from grinning like the biggest idiot in the universe.

You wouldn't say that he was flirting with you or anything, but he was definitely trying to start a friendship with you. At least, that's what it seemed like!

And a friendship with Yunhyeong was more than enough.

(...For now?)

Part 4

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[archer12xx]

Letters to Tobias...

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1

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Yo! I'm bored so I thought of writing you some letters. Of course, I won't give them to you~ Like I'd want you to read this stuff. Lol (also not sure whether you'd read them so...)

Anyway, I was at the mall with my friend the other day and I saw this pair of cool sunglasses and it reminded me of you. Then I wonder... When did things start reminding me of you? Still don't know the answer so I let it go.

Don't ask me if I bought the sunglasses. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Who knows? My lips are sealed. :P

Welp that's all for today. I hope Vegas is fun for you~

-Me.

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2

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Heya~ Saw you on TV today! Man, you're really good at what you do, aren't you? Makes me wanna watch you in person. But we both know that's...

Anyway, today's my day off and I didn't really have anything planned. Talked to the others a bit but since most of them are busy (esp Brooklyn) we ended up splitting right away. Why weren't you there, btw? You're usually online even when you're up in the air... Uh no, I'm not saying I miss you. Uh... Maybe I do...? Lol jk I don't. It's just weird not to have you around, I guess. Got used to your presence, and by your I mean the six of you. So if one of you guys isn't around, it doesn't really feel right.

I guess.

Anyway, hope you're well and come online already!!

-Me.

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3

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Yo! Why did you suddenly leave the chat earlier? Did something happen? I'm so curious but at the same time I'm not sure if it's okay to ask or if you'll even tell me. I couldn't follow your conversation with Rory since Leo and I are talking about the game he was recommending. Did he say something to upset you? Or...? Ugh I really don't know. I hope you could just tell me.

You know you can tell me when something's wrong or bothering you, right? I hope so...

Anyway, please take care always.

-Me.

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4

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Dude, really... What's wrong? I messaged you after my last letter but you didn't reply. Until now you're not talking to me. Did something really happen? Did I say or do something wrong? I feel like you're avoiding me, avoiding to talk to me for some reason.

I don't understand.

You're in Vegas again today, right? Hope you're having fun. Then at least one of us is... :(

-Me.

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5

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I can't open the messenger. No, it's not broken or anything... I just won't. I haven't been opening it. I can see some of the messages on my notification panel though, but I can't get myself to open it.

For some reason... I don't wanna see our conversation being left unread. I don't wanna see that you haven't replied on my messages.

Am I overreacting? I don't understand myself anymore...

Saw you on TV again today, btw. You seem okay so I'm glad. Take care always, Tobias.

-Me.

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6

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I was out getting groceries today and when I was looking for some snacks, I unconsciously grabbed a packet of mini m&ms. When I put them on my cart, I realized I don't really eat those... So why am I buying them? Then I remembered a photo you sent in the chat while you were on set before...

Ugh, I really need to go online.

-Me.

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7

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Hey. So... We're back to normal. We're talking as if nothing happened... Well, nothing really happened. Apparently it was just me.

When I got back I saw loads of messages from you and for some reason the heavy feeling that I have been carrying in my heart in the past few days have been lifted. I guess now I can't deny it. I really did miss you. Too bad, I'm not telling you. :P

Hope you get enough rest this weekend~ You've been working hard a lot. I'm happy that the show's doing well. Good job, Tobias. ;)

-Me.

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8

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So... I didn't mean that. I didn't mean to snap at you. I was just really annoyed for some reason. Plus I wasn't in the mood to joke around to begin with. But still, I'm really sorry. I know I already apologized and you said it was alright and that you're sorry too but I can't help but feel bad.

What was I annoyed at anyway? You've always had a lot of fans asking for your autograph and taking pictures with you. You're a celebrity, that's normal. I don't understand why it was annoying for me that you (and Leo) accused me of being jealous. Still I'm sorry...

Damn, now I think I'm being guilty. Am I jealous? Was I? I... I really don't know anymore.

Anyway, be safe and take care always~

-Me.

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9

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What do you do once you find out you have a crush on someone? I don't know what to do. This is... crazy. Wait... Is it a crush or plain admiration? I'm not sure. The line is so thin I can barely see it.

You're a celebrity. You're (obviously) handsome. You have a good personality. I mean you're fun to talk to and everything. Although sometimes your mischief annoys people (ehem Rory), you don't mean harm. And I know deep down that there's more to you than meets the eye. And I wanna know more about you. I wanna see the person behind every smile in front of the camera. I wanna know Tobias not The Fox nor Prince of Vegas. I wanna know you... Everything about you. The good, the bad, the happy, and the sad... I hope you'll let me though.

Anyway, I'm gonna go freak out now. Bye bye~

-Me.

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10

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I knew it. This is bad. Milo noticed. And now Milo knows. Why is that guy so perceptive anyway? Ugh...

This is bad. It's also kind of scary... What should I do? I mean, it's not like I'm in love with you or something... Wait... No... I'm... No... No!

Maybe I like... You...? But I'm not in love with you. That's too fast. Do feelings grow faster than plants? Should I ask Brooklyn about this? Ugh, no. I don't... Shoot. This is really bad.

Stay safe and don't catch feelings Tobias. Lol

-Me.

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11

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Yo! Heard about the news and saw that everyone's congratulating you. I haven't though. Because you haven't confirmed nor denied it. It's still a 50-50 chance that it was just a rumor. For some reason, my chest hurts. And I feel like crying. And my mind keeps telling me that I don't want you to be with someone else. Why am I thinking this way? If you're really going out with them, and if you're happy, I should be happy for you. Right? You're my friend after all but...

I might be a bad person. Don't get involved with me, Tobias. I'm sorry but I can't be happy for you if it turns out you're dating someone else. I'm selfish and I want to keep you all to myself...

But of course I'm not going to. I'm probably just going to lie and congratulate you and tell you I'm happy for you. Maybe joke around and tell you to behave yourself and everything.

And if the rumors aren't true, still... If you ever find someone, I'll be happy for you even if it breaks my heart. I think that's one of the bitter parts of being in love.

Wait did I just say love...? Oh what the hell...

Anyway, this has gotten longer so I'll stop here. Be happy always, Tobias.

-Me.

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12

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So it wasn't true after all. But then you confessed something to the group.

There's actually someone that you like. And you sound so happy about it, so I'm still glad. You're wrong though. You said they might not like you back but I think there's no reason for them not to. Not that I'm saying it was me you like but either way... I already like you. Anyway, I'm sure that person will end up liking you back. You're pretty cool, after all. Lol and that car 👀 come on! Hahaha jk like I said in that other letter, there's more to you and I'm sure that this person will see it as well.

I wish you well, Tobi.

-Me.

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13

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I was out to deliver some documents to our client today and guess what...? While I was on my way to their office, I got on the elevator and it broke. There was another guy in there actually. So I was stuck with him for a whole hour.

That was the longest hour of my life. Though he's so nice to talk to me the whole time and keep my mind out of the situation, I still couldn't help but panic. I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest. I think he noticed how nervous I was and he offered to hold my hand. I was tempted but still refused because I might end up doing more than just taking his hand. Don't go getting jealous now, because it was you. Yes. I can't believe it either! Apparently you had a photoshoot at the same building. That coincidence is too much of a coincidence that my heart believes it to be fate. Was I wrong to refuse to hold your hand? I'm kind of regretting it right now. But I guess an hour of being in the same space with you was enough... For now at least.

You really are the best, Tobias. Despite not knowing who I was, you still showed me how good of a person you are. I think I just fell in love with you all over again.

-Me.

P. S - do you know now why I panicked? Lol

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14

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Valentine's Day is just around the corner. You're hinting at something and I'm pretending not to know. But little did you know I'm one step ahead of you.

But the thing is... Should I really do this? It's not about being misunderstood but mostly about being known. Do I want you to know about how I feel? Maybe this is a good time to do it. But the real question is... Am I ready? Are we both ready for it?

Man, being in love is a lot of work. Should I just play an otoge? Ugh... Sorry I got sidetracked there. Anyway, have a happy weekend Foxy. :*

-Me.

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15

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This is going to be the last letter that I'm going to write to you.

Today is February 15, 3am... And yes I'm not asleep yet. But you are, on my couch. Why? How did that happen? I don't exactly remember how. I just know that the moment I gave you the chocolate I made and told you how I feel, you're already holding out a bouquet of red roses and the largest chocolate box I've ever seen in my life. The next thing I know you were telling me you like me, too, and you want to go out with me. I think the words got lost on the papers I used to write these letters that I couldn't find some to say. So speechless, so happy, that all I could do was run to you and wrap you in a hug. And here we are. We spent the whole night sitting on my couch, and movies that we don't really watched played on the tv as we talked the night away. We also ate the chocolates we gave each other. And this is one of the best things that ever happened in my life.

This is the last letter I'm writing to you because from now on, I will be able to tell you how I feel.

I love you, Tobias. Always have, always will. I don't have to say take care always now, because I'll just do it myself. ;) Sweet dreams, my love.

-Me.

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The End.

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So instead of Halloween on Christmas we're having Valentine's on Halloween. 😂

#infinite blue #infinite blue tobias fox #tobias fox #infinite blue fanfic

[songmingisthighs]

hello i think you'd probs guess who am i from the way i just spammed liked and rebloged the "sans" series but i shall remain anon 💀 i'm not exactly sure how tumblr notifs work but i hope i didn't destroy your notifs!! anyways I JUST WANTED TO SAY i reallyyyy love the series!! it's one of the few series where i finished and went "actually the ML deserved to not end up with the MC". not that there's anyth wrong with fics that do have the main characs end up tgt, but there's a different kind of satisfaction when you see that someone who has done the main charac so wrong doesn't end up with them?? for sure i went "aww hwa's not ending up with y/n" for a split second but afterwards i immediately went, "i mean deserved"..he did so much crazy stuff to y/n. human beings are complex and have multiple layers / multifaceted, and you really did an amazing job bringing that to life. i found it especially so with how you wrote hongjoong. he had his mistakes which made me hate his character but yet there was a deep reason for it which made me understood despite not justifying it...and that showed dimensions to his personality. i also loved how you made the different endings so that us readers could choose who we'd prefer y/n to end up with!! i'm not sure if you intended it to be that way but i felt it was a great way of allowing readers to be involved in the story. thank you for writing this series! have a happy new year and i'm looking forward to your other pieces ❤️

lmao i sawwwww i was so close to dming and ask are you okay ??? people really shouldn't binge my work IN 2 HOURS

and yea i wanted people to realize that in sans, the characters aren't really evil per se. they're complicated, maybe stupid, but not completely evil. hwa and joong's past is so important to what they became and i'm so glad my intentions were translated :) and yeah idk who i wanted as (y/n)'s love interest, so i let people choose

happy new year to you too ! i hope you stay while i'm still around !

#smt answer #anon ask

[halfmoondaze]

Love Buzz

Signing with Ford Models has been everything I ever dreamed of. To say I was nervous was an understatement.

Today was my first high-profile modeling job, which consisted of walking at The Row Spring 2022 Menswear Collection in Paris. Ever since I started as a model 7 years ago, I would only get casted for commercial jobs for small brands so hopefully, this could be my big break.

The atmosphere was filled with excitement and intrigue. I was currently lined up as I was waiting for my cue to go out. As I hit the off-white runway, all my nerves disappeared and I found myself trying to maintain a relaxed neutral facial expression as I was so excited that this was happening. I was wearing a minimalist asymmetrical backless gown featuring a tight-split and draped neckline; and camel-colored stiletto heels, accessorized with the brand's signature micro bag I was holding in my left hand.

In the middle of the runway, I moved my hair to showcase the back of the dress and to my surprise, the crowd went kind of wild for a moment.

Once I went backstage I felt like I was able to breathe again not realizing I was holding my breath the entire time.

After the last model closed the show, I walked back to the runway with the rest of the models tracing around the entire space followed by the Olsen twins coming out for their final bow.

The following morning I woke up in my hotel room to find my phone blowing up with over 100 notifications, that consisted of congratulating messages from my management and friends. And others were of friends who tagged me on the latest headline. Apparently, the little flip I did became viral on Tik Tok.

Not only that but Jack Harlow was also in attendance, which is something I didn't realize until my friends messaged me about it knowing about my crush on him.

And I guess I caught his attention as I realized I had a notification that he started following me on Instagram.

While I was the topic of conversation for the hair flip moment, I had already moved on to other things. I received a call from my management announcing that I had landed a job with New Balance but what I didn't know yet, was that there was someone who was also set to star in this campaign.

New Balance sneakers have always been a staple in my wardrobe since I was a kid and all of my friends owned at least one pair of New Balance sneakers; so to officially join the brand is just so surreal to me.

"Ok, you're done" the makeup artist announced.

I was getting ready for my photoshoot while also being interviewed.

"And I have everything I need. Thanks" the reporter said before leaving the set.

Upon meeting the director and the photographer, you were later introduced to Jaden Smith and Jack Harlow. I was starring alongside Jack and Jaden in this new campaign. Jack was just as charismatic as I thought he would be.

"Hi I'm Jack" he said with a charming smile as he walked over to you and reached out for your hand.

"Y/N. It's nice to meet you, I love your music" I managed to blur out being a bit starstruck by his presence while shaking his hand.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it" he smiles.

"Ok let's start. Y/N I want you to stand in between Jack and Jaden"

I moved from your position and stood in between Jack and Jaden.

"Jack, can you bring your leg closer to the lens?" the photographer asked.

"Like this?" he asked moving his leg to the lens direction.

"Yea, right there. Jaden you stay like that but lift your chin up a little"

"There you go perfect" the photographer said taking multiple pictures.

"Ok I think we got it"

Overall the photo shoot went great. And I noticed that during the photoshoot Jack couldn't stop himself from glancing at me every once in a while, which was something even the photographer joked about every now and then.

The photoshoot went smoothly as I found myself goofing around with Jack and Jaden. At one point the three of us had a few breaks and managed to catch up with the other.

Even though the photoshoot started at sometime around 10 am, the photoshoot didn't finish until sometime at noon.

"And that's a wrap" the director announced.

Everyone started clapping and I went back to my dressing room to get your things and go back home.

I was mindlessly scrolling through my Instagram when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come In" I said.

As I glanced at your mirror I saw it was Jack who was coming through your door.

"Hey, I just wanted to say I enjoyed hanging out with you"

"Me too, I hope we can meet sometime again"

"Well that can be arranged, can I take you out some time?"

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[sevmch]

drunken mind, sober heart pt ii | akaashi k.

genre: angst to fluff-ish, hurt/comfort, exes to lovers

warning/s: mentions of insecurities, alcohol // lmk if there’s more to add!

playlist: hold on tighter to me (tedy), surrender (natalie taylor), dont give up on me (andy grammer)

part i

your name was the first thing that akaashi saw when he checked his phone in the morning. his phone buzzing nonstop as soon as he turned it on, notifications instantly flooding his screen but it was only your name that he saw with clarity among all others.

he stared at the message for a long time, reading the words over and over and blinking twice to make sure it wasn't just his eyes playing tricks on him or the hangover that was giving him such a bad headache like his skull would split in two.

even now while he walked down the hallway, his thoughts were occupied with the words you sent him repeating like a mantra in his head.

"oi are you coming or what?" bokuto's voice snapped him out of his reverie, realizing he had stopped in his steps and bokuto was waiting for him to catch up.

"uh yeah, sorry."

"if you're not going to eat your sandwich, can i have it? you're just wasting food."

the ketchup was starting to ooze out of the sandwich and on to the floor from his tight grip, eyes widening as soon as he realized. he was so lost in his thoughts that he had completely forgotten about the food in his hand.

"you can have it." akaashi didn't want it anyway, the nausea at the pit of his stomach making him lose his appetite. bokuto went back to rambling next to him, akaashi losing his friend's words along the way as his mind traveled back to last night.

the events of last night were a bleary outline in his mind, the details foggy and lacking despite racking his memories for more only to worsen the throbbing pain in his head. even though he's still a little dazed at the moment, he can still remember what he said to you - the apologies, promises, and confessions he made. well, maybe not particularly every word that came out of his mouth but he knows.

the image of you in tears flashed in his head, his stomach twisting into knots when remembering the way they stained your cheeks and how your lips trembled as you held back your sobs.

akaashi knew you too well to know how much appearing in your doorstep hurt you. the way you wrapped your arms around your figure to comfort yourself, how your eyes wouldn't meet his because you might lose your resolve, and the way your voice broke when he heard you for the first time that night. akaashi could tell because that was how you used to turn to him before when something was upsetting and hurting you and he would bring you comfort. so it tore him apart seeing you like that because of him. because instead of being the one comfort you, he was the one hurting you.

and yet, you were willing to give him a chance. at least, that's how he thought your text meant.

"so are you gonna talk to her or what?"

his brows knit together in confusion, staring at him as a sign for bokuto to explain further. bokuto shrugged, leaning against the wall beside the cafeteria, "i think it's pretty mean of you if you don't clear things up. didn't she text you? i really thought she did since you seemed so out of it."

"wait, you guys talked?" akaashi asked, growing even more curious. "what did she say? was she mad? does she hate me more because of last night? she doesn't wanna see my face anymore, does she?"

bokuto's brows jumped, gently placing a hand on akaashi's shoulder to stop him from cornering him further against the wall. bokuto snorted when akaashi apologized sheepishly, ears turning red.

"calm down, akaashi. she's more upset than mad. i mean, you showed up drunk in the middle of the night so imagine how overwhelming it was for her. i don't really know what to say when it comes to stuff like this but you should just stop overthinking it and go talk to her," bokuto said, patting his shoulder. "i know you'd say the same thing if i were in your place."

he wouldn't admit it out loud, but bokuto was right. if it were anyone else in his situation right now, he'd tell them the same thing: toughen up and talk. but the thing is, it wasn't just anyone else, it was him; the akaashi keiji - the overthinker, the i'd-rather-keep-it-all-to-myself guy. it was hard to walk the talk.

"i'm just scared of what'll happen after," akaashi mumbled.

"welp, you never know, right? now, as captain of the fukurodani volleyball club, you are not allowed to join practice until you talk to her." bokuto gave him a smug look with a hand on his hip.

"that's an abuse of power and totally unnecessary, bokuto-san."

"oh, then um..." bokuto pursed his lips in thought. "fine, you're not allowed to join but only for today and this is within good reason."

"you realize you need me to toss for you, right?" akaashi watched bokuto's back as he walked away, the captain waving a hand over his shoulder to dismiss him.

"what? can't hear you!"

akaashi stood outside the music room with a tight grip on the straps of his bag while he patiently waited for you to come out. not that he told you he was coming though.

his palms were beginning to get clammy and he could feel his sweat traveling down his back the longer he stood outside. the sun was setting in the horizon, painting the skies a beautiful mixture of orange, yellow, and violet and soon enough, the afterglow would come to light - your favorite part of sundown. he frowned, feeling nostalgic when recalling that he used to always walk you home at this hour just before their practice started.

he was starting to calm down a little until the door rattled and swung open, people from inside swarming into the hallway without sparing him a glance. his grip on the straps tightened once more, waiting for the crowd to die down before poking his head inside the room and there you were, watching the sunset in awe by the window.

beautiful was the first thing that came to his mind, watching how your skin glowed under the beaming light of the orange skies and the way they caressed your skin, illuminating every features of your face like they had found an angel on earth.

he swallowed hard, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies at the sight of you. thank god his hangover was gone otherwise he would've been sick again from his unsettling nerves. leaning back against the wall outside, he took a few deep breaths before-

"keiji?"

akaashi flinched, hand coming up to his chest, heart beating profoundly and quickly at you standing next to him. your expression was calm - a complete opposite of him internally panicking - and instead of seeing any hint of anger, he only saw relief in your eyes. like you've been waiting for him. but akaashi could only assume that.

why would you wait for him when he didn't even text you back nor gave you a call? why would you wait for him when he's been avoiding coming across you in the halls today? why would you wait for him now, after all that's happened?

he cleared his throat along his mind. he had to focus here right now or the chance will never present itself to him again.

"can i... walk you home today?" akaashi looked down to the floor, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. he has walked you home countless times before but asking you right now felt like he was asking you again for the first time - a nervous, stuttering mess and hoping you'd say yes.

"okay."

his eyes lit up fast, coming up to look at you but you were already walking past him. catching up behind you, he was restless, fiddling with the buttons of his sleeves; was now a good time to start talking? were you gonna ask him why he didn't text back? because fuck he didn't have an answer to that. was he ready for you to cut him off from your life completely if this didn't go well? ah shit, should he hold your bag for you?? the questions ran endlessly in his mind that he didn't notice you came to a stop, bumping into your back and earning a startled gasp from you.

"sorry," he said, taking a few steps back to a create a safe distance.

"it's fine. you don't... really have to do that." you pulled at his sleeve so that he stood next to you. "don't you have practice?"

"i'm not joining today. this is more important." his voice trailed off towards the end but you still heard it, humming in acknowledgement. he glanced sideways at you, but you kept a blank expression as you looked straight ahead.

it was quiet between the two of you on the way home, neither of you initiating to break the awkward silence and opting to just watch the afterglow lingering on the horizon. akaashi kept his hands in his pockets to hide his trembling hands, growing more antsy with himself as you neared your place.

you came into a halt just a few steps away from your house, akaashi freezing next to you. "five seconds," you firmly said, "and if you don't start talking then it's really over."

akaashi suddenly felt suffocated, like you were pulling at his tie and tightening it around his neck with the insane limited time you gave him. he was still trying to figure out where to start, too afraid to end up saying the wrong thing and blowing his chance - like being in a minefield and one wrong, reckless move destroys everything. he was in a pickle and in instances like this he relied on instinct.

five seconds were gone in a blink of an eye and you were set on leaving him alone but his body moved instantly, blocking your way and trapping you when his head dropped to your shoulder.

"wait," he pleaded. "please."

he wrapped his hand around your wrist to keep you steady, his hold delicate like you were porcelain, afraid that he might crush you if he added more pressure.

"i think i've done enough waiting. asking me to do that again is asking for too much." akaashi didn't budge in spite of your attempts to push him off, only making him move further at the crook of your neck.

"every word that i said last night, i meant it and i still do," he said, moving back to look at you in the eyes, making sure you felt his sincerity. "everyday i'm reminded of it and not a moment goes by that i don't regret it. i'm really sorry i gave you such a hard time and i want to make up for it... i'll be better for you because it's what you deserve."

he soothingly rubbed at your wrist when a tear escaped your cheek, his heart sinking further into a bottomless pit.

"you really hurt me, keiji." your glared at him through glassy eyes.

"i know."

"did i stop being good enough for you?"

"what? no baby, no," akaashi reached to cup your cheek but you avoided his touch, turning to look the other way. "you are always more than good enough for me, yn. i'm the one who's supposed to be trying to be good for you because you deserve so much more and i want to be the one to give you that... i'll do everything that i can to make up for all the times i've done you wrong, for the times you felt alone and scared, for the times that i made you feel that i didn't love you..." his voice wavered as he fought against his own tears, feeling a huge lump in his throat the more he spoke.

"then why?" your voice broke, "what happened?"

akaashi fell silent, failing to find a reason as to why things turned out the way they did. he was afraid to say it out loud - that it was his own shortcomings that caused the relationship to fall apart, feeling too suffocated with how fast things were moving in his life that he realized too late he has left you behind and created an overwhelming distance between you. he was a coward, that, he was certain of. he really did deserve feeling like shit.

you sniffed quietly, tears spilling faster as you removed his hand on your wrist. "you're so unfair, keiji," you choked on your sob. "even though you were such a complete ass and the moment you decided to reach out, you showed up drunk at my doorstep at midnight... despite that i still can't bring myself to hate you... you hurt me but here i am listening to what you have to say."

your words were like a flicker of hope for akaashi. he's hoping, really hoping, that he has a chance. even when you were crying a river of tears in front of him and his heart was crumbling to pieces, he still held onto that tiny hope in him that maybe, this wasn't the end for the both of you. you didn't hate him and that was enough for him to cling to. for now.

"it's so fucking unfair of you," you faltered, hands playing with the hem of your shirt. "that i still love you even after all of that."

a sob left akaashi's lips, followed by his shoulders shaking violently as he covered his face, bursting into tears and crying uncontrollably into his hands like a dam had just broken.

"but i don't know keiji... how am i supposed to trust that you won't hurt me again? that you won't leave me hanging like you did when you're suddenly overwhelmed?" your warm touch around his hand caused more tears to come through, his body trembling. you took both of his hands away from his face, entwining them with yours.

it took a while for him to get a grip, taking shallow breaths while composing himself. he cleared his throat, "i can't promise you that you won't get hurt anymore, but i promise you that i won't leave. not anymore, no matter what happens; i'll continue becoming the best version of myself for us because i love you, and i will do anything to make you feel that. just give me this chance, i won't make you regret it."

"i... don't know, keiji." you frowned, solemn eyes piercing through his heart and soul, ripping him apart.

panic stirred at his stomach when you stepped a little to the side that his body moved before he could even process it, thinking you were gonna leave, he wrapped his arms around you tightly and nuzzled his nose into your hair. thinking that this could be the last time he'll ever get to hold you this close, he embraced you tighter.

"stay," he whispered. "please."

"yeah, i'm right here, keiji."

"come back to me and stay, please."

he squeezed tighter but careful enough not to hurt you. this could be the last time so he's pouring all that he has got even if meant draining everything in him. you sighed, your hand coming up around his torso, staying there for as long as time allowed.

“okay.”

"oi akaashi! stop being such a party pooper!" washio groaned, lifting the bottle of tequila and waving it in the air.

"duuude stop you're spilling it ev'where!" konoha cursed, getting up from his seat and dragging along the half-conscious bokuto with him by the shirt. he pointed at akaashi with a smug, "but seriously, you're no fun dude. bring back the drunk caller akaashi."

akaashi rolled his eyes.

he sat at the corner away from them but still close enough to immediately step in if anything were to happen. he knew they were going to try to get him wasted tonight so as soon as he felt the alcohol kick in, he was evading every glass until he was backed against the corner. he still hated alcohol and even more the hangover that came in the morning.

akaashi shuddered at the memory, telling himself to stop thinking about it. it has been eight months since - only finding himself in the same pop up bar once again that he tried to avoid so much.

getting up, he and konoha were dragging the other two out of the place, konoha hailing for a cab while akaashi kept bokuto and washio company at the curb hoping they kept their vomit in until they made it home.

"keiji!" akaashi whipped his head at the direction of the voice, a smile tugging at his lips at the sight of you. "i'm sorry i took so long, there were so many things on sale that i lost track of time."

you smiled sheepishly, carrying four shopping bags as you approached him. about an hour ago, he texted you to get him out of there after being held back by his seniors but it took you a while to see his message so decided to just wait until you came. fortunately, the night ended earlier than he expected.

you hugged him tightly, akaashi's heart fluttering in his chest at your warmth and wrapping his arms around you.

"let's go?" akaashi nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"don't leave us, akaashi~," bokuto pouted, hugging his legs and tucking his chin between his knees. "stop stealing him from us, yn!"

akaashi's eye widened but you only laughed, crouching in front of bokuto and patting his head. "but he's my boyfriend bokuto-san, and i think you've spent too much time with him today already."

bokuto huffed, the pout still plastered on his flustered face, "fine. but we'll still see him at practice, right?"

"of course you will, so get home safely okay?" you giggled.

the walk to your house was mostly spent in silence but it was far from awkward or uncomfortable; it was comforting, basking in each other’s warmth and presence that the both of you had gotten used to. your hands entwined together, giving each other gentle squeezes and akaashi’s thumb caressing yours.

“babe as much as i love this, i need to get inside now. it’s past my curfew,” you said, voice muffled as you were pressed against his chest in a tight hug. akaashi groaned, only tightening his hold and earning a giggle from you making his heart leap.

“your mom said it was fine to stay out as long as you’re with me.”

“i know but you need to go home too.” your hand pushed at his chest, successfully pulling away just a little, his arms quickly moving to your waist and keeping you in place still. you whined, playfully hitting his shoulder, “keiji!”

“okay fine,” akaashi laughed heartily, handing over your shopping bags that he carried on the way. even when you spent a lot of time together, he still craved for more, never wanting to leave your side whenever you went back home. eight months ago, when you gave him this chance, he made sure you’d never lose the smile on your face that lit up his world and the twinkle in your eyes like they held a million stars in them. akaashi vowed to himself to never hurt you again the way he once did, to never lose you again. eight months ago, you held him in your arms while he broke down for hours, whispering reassuring words to him through the night. and eight months ago, you decided to trust him again with your heart just like how he had given you his. he was lucky because even after all that, you still chose him.

“dont,” you said softly, akaashi moving into your touch when you placed a palm on his cheek. “you’re probably overthinking again but whatever it is, just know that it’ll be okay. i’m right here, okay? we'll be okay, keiji.”

planting a soft kiss on your palm, he smiled. “i know. thank you, yn... for coming back and staying.”

akaashi gasped in surprise when you kissed him, sighing into the kiss and pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours. he was never going to get enough of this, of you - and even when his insecurities get the best of him and the overthinking begins, he’s no longer scared because he has you by his side. with you, he was home.

“i love you,” you whispered against his lips.

planting another soft kiss, he smiled, saying the words like the first time. “i love you, yn.”

a/n: i hope ya’ll liked the pt ii :> i’m also planning to write yn’s pov but im not sure yet unu anyway, feedbacks are highly appreciated and reblogs are sexy hihi stay safe guys <3

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[sleepysnk]

i am in pain, that is all. listen to the song while reading.

Ghost of You

Pairings: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, alcohol usage

Here I am waking up

Still can't sleep on your side

Reiner's honey eyes opened, his head pounding as he was suffering another hangover. He wasn't even sure what time it was, it had to be past 10 A.M. he was certain of that. 

Sighing, he sat up feeling his head spin for a moment; his mouth felt dry and his head pounded from the splitting headache that pulsed around his skull. Reiner noticed the many beer cans that littered the ground, the stench of alcohol filling his nose making it scrunch.

He reached for his phone, the bright light making his skull ache even more than it did before. A few notifications from Bertholdt and Annie were visible on the screen, not like Reiner cared, he wanted a text from the person he missed most.

(Y/N).

There's your coffee cup

The lipstick stain fades with time

Reiner couldn't remember the last time she was in his apartment. It had to be weeks even months ago, the last time she was there was when they broke up. He had totally forgotten when from all of the alcohol he consumed. 

What hurt the most was that Reiner still had some of her things, including her clothes, a few pairs of underwear, makeup, hell, even some personal items. All those things reminded him of her, but even then, he couldn't get the energy to throw them away.

If I can dream long enough 

You'd tell me I'd be just fine

I'll be just fine

(Y/N) and Reiner had broken up one month ago. Their relationship had unfortunately turned sour, the two argued so many times that even she couldn't count how often it happened throughout the day. It was unfortunate seeing what happened, Reiner didn't think she'd end it, but she did. 

She packed up her things and told him it was over after arguing during the night. 

Reiner was angry at the time, but after a while he realized what he had done. He broke the person he loved the most, pushed her to her limit, and caused her to walk out of his life. Forever.

Reiner really wished he could say he was fine, he lied to his friends that he was.. but inside he wasn't. He knew he wasn't okay, but admitting it to others was something he didn't want to do.

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

Even then, Reiner can still replay memories of him and (Y/N) dancing in their apartment together at odd hours of the night. The memory always brought a smile to his face, she was so clumsy when they first tried, but Reiner helped her learn. 

Reiner would put on random songs and twirl her around the living room when the moon would shine during the night. She was so beautiful then, Reiner was certain she was his soulmate. 

He always recalled the way he would feel during those moments, the way his heart would swell whenever she smiled or giggled at the way he would dance; or the way his fingers would slightly tickle her waist whenever he would dance with her. Reiner would do anything to relive all of it.

And I chase it down

With a shot of truth

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

After the breakup, Reiner turned to unhealthy ways of coping. 

He turned to alcohol, sometimes he'd pass out at the bar and Bertholdt would have to come and take him home. Other times he would get so drunk he could barely stand, all of it was to forget everything. Even if it didn't last very long. 

He still loved (Y/N) and he hates that he could never change what happened. Reiner knew deep down that the truth was he would never be able to undo what happened, she would never love him again. That's what made him drink even more, he wanted to forget the truth.

Cleaning up today

Found that old Zepplin shirt

You wore when you ran away

And no one could feel your hurt

Her old shirt was still on the floor where she left it before she left him. 

He could recall so many memories within her clothes, whether it be a skirt she wore to a date, or a shirt she wore and he ended up taking off; all of it brought back memories for the blonde. 

Reiner was the only one who understood (Y/N), she was the only one who understood him. 

It was almost like they were destined to meet each other, that's what Reiner would say anyway. He believed that he finally had his soulmate, but why was she taken away from him? Why?

We're too young, too dumb

To know things like love

But I know better now

He remembers when they first met.

Reiner met her when he was a senior in high school, she was a new student and he ended up bumping into her on the first day. Ever since that day, he was there to show her around and he made her feel like someone; like she wasn't just a student, but a person who belonged. 

They were so young then, many people found it hard to believe that they were high school sweethearts. 

They were together for three years.

Reiner always asked the question, maybe things went bad because they were so young? They were just 17 when they got together, teens, kids, they weren't mature or old enough; they were just teens in love. 

Maybe Reiner was too dumb to think that his relationship with (Y/N) would last, maybe there were signs at the beginning that he just couldn't see. 

He was just a teenager then.. who was he to know this would all happen?

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

Reiner still sees her when he's drunk or hungover, he sees her walking into the room they once shared with breakfast in her hands, ready to give him a good morning kiss. 

At night he sees her wearing that pretty sundress, the one she always wore whenever she wanted to dance with him. He still remembers the patterns on it and the way the dress would show the skin of her thighs whenever he twirled her. 

He always had a smile on his face whenever he'd see her. His heart would swell the way it did before.

Then once he blinked.. she would disappear.

Reiner would break down after that, he would sit on the couch for hours with tears going down his cheeks. Whispering small apologies, and feeling his chest tightening whenever he remembered all the horrible things that had happened. 

He just wanted to reach out and hold her again, he yearned to feel her skin against his one more time; to tell her that he loves her still and he'd do anything to have her be his again. 

"I'm so sorry (Y/N).."

Those words would constantly be repeated until Reiner would pass out on the couch or in his bed. 

And I chase it down

With a shot of truth

That my feet don't dance

Like they did with you

Reiner stood up, his mind cloudy and his body aching for more sleep. He headed over to the medicine cabinet and popped a few painkillers. 

He wiped a few tears that escaped down his cheeks, his chest tightening again.

"Please.. come back to me (Y/N).." he sobbed.

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[photogirl894]

"Sun and Rain"

Chapter 12

"The Sunset"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: Requests were made for some soft Crosshair...hopefully I've delivered! 😜😁

《 Chapter 11

》 Chapter 13

All chapters

Explanation: Still carrying guilt for his injury, Kimber attempts to smooth things over with Crosshair.

Over the course of the day, Kimber spent time outside the ship with Tech, who educated her on certain facts about Rishi, and also Wrecker, who was eager to show her his collection of explosives. He was very knowledgeable about each kind and how they all worked, which fascinated her. It was getting close to evening time when they were finishing up.

"What is it about explosives that make you like them so much?" she asked him.

"Because they blow things up...and I like blowing things up," he answered with an excitable grin.

She couldn't help but smile herself. Wrecker really was adorable, despite his intimidating appearance, and she liked that about him.

"That's a pretty sound answer," she said back, figuring she'd humor him.

Wrecker smiled. "Have you ever had to use an explosive before?" he asked her, genuinely curious.

She shook her head a little timidly. "I never really needed to use any on Tatooine, so no, I never have."

He snickered. "Oh, I'm definitely going to show you how to use them! You can bet on that!" he exclaimed.

It was then Tech came by, once again tapping things out on his datapad, and said in response to Wrecker, "Let's not do that while we're here. We don't want to upset the delicate ecosystem on this planet."

Wrecker groaned, annoyed.

Kimber put a hand on Wrecker's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll show me someday, Wrecker. I'll hold you to that."

"You got it!" he said back. Wrecker appreciated that Kimber was showing interest in the things he liked. At first, he had wanted to ask her how she was after everything that had happened the night before, but then he realized she would most likely get asked that by everyone else and that would get annoying. Instead, he had chosen to just give her a big hug, tell her everything was going to be okay and then decided to tell her about his explosives to help get her mind off of things. It seemed to have helped, as far as he could tell.

Tech then turned to Kimber and informed her, "By the way, Kimber, I received a notification that the request for your armor has been accepted. You should have access to designing it whenever you feel so inclined to do so."

She pumped her fists and cried, "Yes! I look forward to it."

Tech gave her a sweet and pleased grin.

In that moment, Hunter and Crosshair walked by, the two of them seemingly finishing up a conversation. They split off from each other and Hunter started making his way to the ship. As his gaze found Kimber, his eyes seemed to light up more than usual upon seeing her. His eyes were gentle yet piercing and the look they held for her made her breath catch for a moment. A bright smile appeared on his face as he bowed his head her way before stepping inside the ship.

Kimber released a shaky breath once he was gone. What was he doing to her? Lucky for her, Tech was busy on his datapad and Wrecker was occupied with putting away his explosives; both of them were too distracted to have noticed that interaction between her and Hunter, which relieved her because after Crosshair and especially Echo, she didn't need anymore teasing for the day.

Then her eyes followed Crosshair as she noticed that he was wandering off in the opposite direction away from the ship.

"Where is Crosshair going?" she asked, looking back at Tech and Wrecker.

They both looked up from their current distractions and looked off to where Crosshair was heading.

Tech answered, "I believe he is off to scout the area."

"By himself?" Kimber then asked.

"Yeah. He tends to do that a lot," said Wrecker.

She scoffed quietly. "He scolds me for going off on my own and yet he does the exact same thing. I don't think so," she thought in her head.

"I'm going to go with him," she told Tech and Wrecker and, without waiting for a response, began walking off after Crosshair.

Both Tech and Wrecker exchanged wary glances at first that then faded to acceptance as they watched Kimber leave.

"I see no reason to stop her...do you, Wrecker?" asked Tech.

"Nope," Wrecker agreed.

Crosshair made his way through the trees and foliage of the planet as he walked up a makeshift path up a nearby rocky hill. His eyes and ears were open to his surroundings, keeping on alert for anything that could be nearby.

"You really shouldn't wander off on a planet we've never been to."

A familiar female voice spoke up behind him and he stopped in his tracks. He hadn't expected this while he was out scouting. He turned to look over his shoulder and, sure enough, there was Kimber standing a few feet away back down the path with a hand on her hip.

"You could risk getting hurt or lost. Right, Crosshair?" Kimber then inquired, her tone clearly sarcastic.

Crosshair knew full well she was referring to what he'd said to her before when she had returned after running out of the ship the previous night.

"What are you doing?" he asked monotonely.

She resumed walking towards him and replied simply, "I'm coming with you."

As she approached, all he did was stare at her blankly, unsure how to respond.

"I mean, I don't have to, but I came all this way after you...," Kimber stated, trying to guilt him into letting her go with him.

It worked because Crosshair just rolled his eyes slightly and responded, "Come on, then," as he motioned to the path with his head and continued onward.

Kimber smirked triumphantly behind him as she followed.

The two of them walked along the path in silence for a few minutes, scanning the area around them carefully and finding no sign of anything nearby. Though, as they walked, Kimber would notice Crosshair flinching a little from his wound if he turned or crouched down and a pang of guilt would hit her each time. She knew Crosshair had told her not to worry, but she still couldn't help it. His newest injury was her fault and, even though he acted like it was nothing, she could tell it was still bothering him. He was putting on a front, but she could see through him easily.

After a while, she couldn't keep quiet about it and said, "Crosshair, you don't need to keep pretending. I know you're in pain."

Crosshair halted, but didn't turn around.

"We really should stop and let you rest," she went on.

He peered over his shoulder at her...and then kept on walking.

"Crosshair!" Kimber called out, going after him and wondering why he was seemingly ignoring her.

A few seconds later, the trees around them cleared as they went up and the path opened up to an open cliffside that Crosshair walked out to, setting his rifle down. Kimber came up and was astonished at the sight. The cliffside overlooked a wide portion of the tropical valley below, trees and all sorts of plant life and mountain ranges as far as they could see. The sky was a hypnotizing deep orange and red as the sun was setting on the horizon. She looked to Crosshair, who had sat himself down on the edge of the cliff. He happened to look back at her and gestured to the area next to him, wordlessly inviting her to come sit beside him. At a loss for words, Kimber moved over to where he was and carefully sat next to him on the cliff's edge. They both sat there once again in silence for a moment as they watched the sun slowly descend behind the distant mountains.

Kimber then broke the silence, saying solemnly, "Crosshair...I really am sorry for what I did to you."

"Didn't I tell you not to fret over me?" he reiterated in response.

"I thought I had killed you," she told him, casting him a guilty look.

He turned to her, eyebrows raised.

She went on, "I thought you were dead...and that the others would hate me, which would mean the end for me with the squad...and I would be alone again."

His expression softened in realization. "So that's what's got you all freaked out." He took out his toothpick with a small grin. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not that easy to kill."

In reply, Kimber said nothing and simply looked down at her hands. She knew his statement was meant to help her feel better, but for some reason, it didn't.

Just then, she felt Crosshair's hand on the back of her shoulder. When she met his gaze, he said in a softer voice, "You don't need to worry yourself anymore, sunshine. I'm not dead and you're not going to be alone. I won't hold it against you. It just means I'll get to shoot you once in the future and we'll be even."

That elicited a small snicker from Kimber. "I guess I can live with that," she replied, her words reminiscent of his response to Hunter's question of if she should join the squad.

He grinned at her. It wasn't like his normal sarcastic grins; this time, it seemed more genuine, which surprised her a little.

"So what happened in your nightmare that had you so frightened? Was it the Tuskens?" Crosshair inquired, sounding legitimately curious.

Kimber just nodded in response.

"That's what I thought," he said back. There was a brief silence before he then added a little timidly, "I am...sorry about your family."

She mustered a small but sad smile before exhaling. "I somehow always knew they were dead. I didn't see it happen, but I heard their screams as I was being taken away. Then when I returned and found that my home was seemingly abandoned, my fears had been confirmed."

"I...wouldn't know what that's like," Crosshair hesitantly admitted. "We Clones don't have parents."

"You, at least, have each other; you have your brothers," she told him to reassure him.

He looked at her for a moment contemplatively and then looked away.

"Why do you guys not like regular Clones?" Kimber then asked, having wondered about that fact for a while.

Crosshair let out a small "hmph" before answering, "We're different from them and most of the regs look down on that, so they treat us differently."

Kimber felt bad hearing that. No one deserved to be treated badly just because they were different. "Well, they're missing out then...because I think you guys are great just the way you are," she said with a sweet smile.

He looked back at her and stated, "Famous last words, sunshine. You'll change your mind about that before long...especially about me."

"You? Why do you say that?" she asked him, astonished.

Crosshair flicked his toothpick out over the cliffside and replied indifferently, "You'll find I'm...not a very likeable person."

"Crosshair, I already like you," she told him in disbelief. When he turned back to her, she kept going, "In fact, you were the first person here that I found out I had something in common with, since we're both sharpshooters. That and I liked being partnered with you on our mission. Now that I'm part of the squad, I'm kind of hoping that might continue...and I think I could learn from you."

His eyebrows rose up, perplexed at what he was hearing from her.

"I may have the longest shot record of the two of us, but you have more experience, especially in battle. My only experience comes from shooting womprats on Tatooine. I really think there's a lot I could learn from you." She gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder. "You may not like yourself, Crosshair...but I like you."

He legitimately was surprised to hear her say such genuinely sweet things to him. This sort of behavior was still foreign to him and even in moments like this, he still found it hard to believe that someone would speak to him the way she just did. This woman was a puzzle and a marvel to him...and he found he kind of liked that about her. He had to admit: things over the last few days had felt different in a good way with her being around. Something about Kimber just made things more lively and he felt more at ease with her there, which was strange for him.

With a pleased grin, Crosshair replied to her, "You know...you're not bad. Maybe I'm glad you decided to stay."

Kimber scoffed and repeated through a snicker, "Maybe?" When he turned away without a word, she nudged his arm with her shoulder and urged him playfully, "Come on, Crosshair...! You can say it. You like that I'm here."

He lightly pushed her away, but she caught the semblance of a smile on his face before he replied, "All right...I am glad you decided to stay."

She grinned with pride and then it faded quickly. "I'm also sorry for worrying you last night," she added. "I didn't know you cared that much."

Crosshair looked at her intently. "Well, it's like you said...we're partners."

Kimber beamed gladly at him, happy to hear him say that.

Then she asked, looking back the way they came, "Shouldn't we get back to scouting?"

"I already did that," Crosshair informed her nonchalantly, looking back out to the horizon.

Now confused, Kimber began to ask, "Then why did Tech--?"

"I used that as an excuse to get away for a while," he explained, cutting her off.

She was about to ask why he wanted to get away, but watching him in that moment, she pieced it all together. She saw the content and calm look on his face and in his eyes; a look he seldom seemed to have as he gazed out at the sunset. That had to be it and she thought it was incredibly charming.

"You like to watch the sunsets," she more observed rather than posed as a question.

Keeping his eyes on the descending sun, Crosshair told her, "When you're a soldier and you're constantly fighting or on missions, you don't get many chances to savor things like this. So whenever we take time for ourselves on different planets...I like to watch the sunsets. It's one of the few things that bring me calm, especially after long periods of time of just endlessly going."

To Kimber, this was the most he had ever spoken to her thus far in her time knowing Crosshair. Not only that, he was opening himself up; being vulnerable with her in a way that she could tell wasn't easy for him.

"Do the others know?" she asked.

"No," he answered simply.

Her heart softened for him at this revelation. She didn't know what she had done to deserve being the person Crosshair trusted with this side of him, even though they still didn't know each other as well, yet she still felt honored.

Shuffling closer to him, Kimber nudged his arm lightly again and reassured him, "Well, I won't tell them. This will be our little secret."

He gave her a quick side eye, bowed his head ever so slightly and then looked back to the sky. There was just enough light left from the sunset that she was sure she could see the hint of a smile on the corners of his lips.

Pleased, Kimber too directed her gaze back to the horizon. The sun was almost behind the mountain ahead and the sky had shifted from orange and red to red and dark purple with hints of blue. Even though there was silence between them for a moment, it still felt comfortable. In Kimber's mind, Crosshair might be rough around the edges and stoic, but there was more to him. She could feel it.

Their silence was broken when Crosshair spoke up timidly, "I...wouldn't be opposed to it...if you ever wanted to join me again for this."

Kimber smirked. It was sweet to see him attempting to be more open and inviting to her. He really hadn't done this much before, but she didn't mind. He was trying and that was what mattered.

In reply, she said to him, "I think that sounds wonderful...partner."

Without a care, Kimber then leaned her head onto Crosshair's shoulder. He flinched slightly, not expecting such a gesture...but then he relented and let her stay there. Where was the harm in it?

Then the sun faded into the darkness of night.

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch hunter #bad batch fanfic #hunter x oc fic #bad batch obsessed #sun and rain fanfic #bad batch crosshair

[angelhummel]

as the ruler of the tumblr pezberry fandom… i have some random and possibly fun questions to ask you ab them :p

these are just otp questions from tumblr/online lolol

1. who starts the arguments?

2. who takes longer to get ready?

3. who’s more emotional?

4. big spoon/little spoon?

5. who reads more?

6. who is the bigger baby when sick?

7. who initiates kisses more?

8. who is more affectionate?

9. who would fall asleep on the other?

10. who gets jealous more often?

11. who wakes up later?

12. who is the better listener?

13. who hogs all the blankets?

14. who is more jealous

15. who’s the top/bottom?

Ahh thank you for this!! also jsyk i'd been getting annoying ass anons lately and i saw the notification on my ask box and was like "great another one" but i saw this and it made me smile so ty ty!! hidden under a cut bc it will be long lmao (after writing it all out and checking the word count it’s literally 1200+ words lmao)

1) Even though they've grown so much since their teenage years, they're not totally immune to little fights here and there. But it's mostly just petty bickering that fizzles out by the end of the day. And it's split pretty evenly between them. Rachel will complain if Santana leaves the apartment a mess, like not washing her dishes or picking up after herself and leaving stuff too sloppy. And Santana will complain if Rachel is working too hard and ends up missing a date night. But like I said, it doesn't last long. They eventually realized that making up is much more fun than holding grudges

2) They both do! They're very pretty women but it isn't totally effortless. When it comes to going out, Santana takes much longer than Rachel does. Rachel can do her hair and makeup relatively quickly, while Santana takes much more time to style herself up. Rachel also makes sure to lay her outfit out the night before, so she doesn't spend too much time picking out an outfit. While Santana has to have a mini fashion show before every event, trying on at least half a dozen outfits before she picks one. But when it comes to coming home and getting ready for bed, they're the opposite. Rachel has her whole elaborate routine of bathing, scrubbing, exfoliating, moisturizing, her nightly tea, etc etc. Whereas Santana pretty much changes into pajamas, wipes her makeup off, and brushes her teeth before collapsing into bed. She always tries to wait up for Rachel though, no matter how tired she is

3) Both! They literally sang "So Emotional" that was about both of them. They are two supremely emotional beings that cram so many big feelings into a couple of lil bodies.

4) Rachel is the big spoon more often than not. She just loves wrapping herself around Santana and clinging to her. But she also likes cuddling Santana while Santana is laying on her back, so she can rest her head on her shoulder and they can hug each other. But they're also both very fussy sleepers so they hardly ever wake up in the same cuddly position they went to sleep in

5) They both read a considerable amount, but if you count fanfiction then it's definitely Santana. We all know what a huge nerd she is, and at any given time she'll have like ten tabs on her phone for various fanfics she's in the middle of. But they have a pretty good collection of actual books that they read when they can. Rachel is partial to historical fiction romances, children's classics she loved as a kid, as well as plenty of biographies of her favorite actors. Santana's tastes are more scattered. Lots of fantasy, murder mysteries, graphic novels, horror stories that secretly freak her out. And any time she hears of a new kid/YA book with a queer protagonist, she picks it up and reads it for her little tween past self that didn't get to grow up with stories like that

6) Rachel acts like the bigger baby when she thinks she's sick. It's usually just anxiety and she doesn't know how to express it other than "I feel nauseous and I'm going to die". But whenever she's actually sick, she brushes it off as no big deal and tries to keep going. Santana basically has to force her into bed to receive medicine, chicken soup, and vitamin c, and take time off until she feels better. But Santana becomes completely helpless whenever she's under the weather. Anything more severe than the sniffles and she's down for the count. But Rachel doesn't mind babying/humoring her to nurse her back to health and maybe finds Santana's candystriper costume and dons it in order to help her gf heal <3

7) Rachel! Unfortunately Santana still has reservations about showing affection like that, at least in front of other people. She’s used to getting reprimanded for the tiniest pecks in public, or cheered on by gross guys at parties who think girl on girl kissing is for their pleasure only. Whereas Rachel never had those hangups. Same sex affection was normalized for her since birth, and she only dated boys in high school so no one cared about their PDA then. She didn’t even officially realize she was a lesbian until she was in NY, a place that’s generally more accepting towards people like them. So she never had it constantly hammered into her that her affection was wrong or shameful or something she needed to hide. So she ended up being more free wheelin with kisses and such

8) I’m answering these one at a time without really looking ahead so alsfjksl the last answer can also tie into this one! But it’s not like Santana is totally cold or anything. She has tons of affectionate moments with Rachel. Her biggest one is hand holding. If she’s within arm’s reach of Rachel then she’s holding her hand

9) Hmm they both suffer from sleepy bitch disease from time to time. If they’re on public transit together early in the morning, Rachel will rest her head on Santana’s shoulder and end up nodding off, no matter how noisy or bumpy the ride is. And after a long day when they’re just watching tv or something similar, cuddling on the couch, Santana will end up dozing off and slumping against Rachel

10) They both have a bit of a jealous streak. I mean who can blame them when they both have experience with high school sweethearts whose hearts they’ve had to share, and that have picked someone else over them before? So they can get jealous and possessive of one another. But in a sexy flirty way, not a gross toxic way

11) Santana is definitely the later sleeper. Again with Rachel’s routines, she’s up early every morning to work out, have a healthy breakfast, wash up, and get ready for the day. Santana likes to wake up slowly and take her time in the mornings. Which is good because her schedule is much more packed later on in the day. But so is Rachel’s, and frankly Santana doesn’t see how she can still seem to be going at 100% even late into the evening

12) Oof honestly they both have trouble with this sometimes. But Rachel is sometimes worse. She can get into a mood where, even if it seems like she’s carrying on a conversation as normal, she’s really just half zoned out and focusing on what she has to say next. She doesn’t even do it on purpose to be selfish, she just wants to make sure everything she says is just right so she can get all her feelings out in the open.

13) Rachel does! But it’s not a problem. Santana is usually a hot sleeper. As long as she has a little bit of sheet covering at least part of her body, she’s fine. It’s only in the dead of winter that she needs layers of blankets, but that’s when Rachel is cuddled up to her in the middle of the night anyway, so the blankets aren’t going anywhere

14) Continued from #10 lol. They get like playful jealous when it comes to other people hitting on the other. But that’s about it. They don’t get jealous or resentful of one another for anything anymore, and are always just genuinely happy to see each other succeed. 

15) More often than not, Rachel is the dominant one in bed and Santana is more submissive. But they definitely have moods where they switch it up

#glee #pezberry #rachel berry #santana lopez #my thoughts #anonymous #asks #answered #this took like three days lmao #but hoo boy #hope you enjoy!

[echo-three-one]

Chapter 28

The boys are back... (High School Musical, probably)

THE ROAD SO FAR

Docked and Loaded

Alexander "Alex" Collins

MacTavish Residence, Glasgow Scotland

Alex loved the idea of sleeping beside his significant other. It felt great to be loved, especially after all those months when he couldn't stop thinking of her. 

Yet today was different, he woke up alone. He turned to the bathroom door to check whether Samantha took a shower, but it was too quiet. So he decided to put on his grey tank top and sweatpants to go look for her.

He pulled the door open to see Samantha carrying a tray containing two meals, one was a fluffy pancake with maple syrup and the other one was a meaty sandwich.

"Hey, you. Good Morning." She greeted, her voice was always angelic in Alex's ears.

"There you are…" he sighed as he stepped back, letting her in.

"I was only gone for a few minutes. You don't have to worry that much." She grinned, guiding Alex back to the bed, teasingly pushing him as he plopped on the soft mattress bouncing as he slowly backwards crawled until his back hit the headboard.

"I'm just not used to waking up without you in my arms." he grinned as Samantha placed the tray on his lap, grabbing a slice of the sandwich and pointed it at his mouth.

"I thought the pancake was mine." Alex said, looking puzzled.

"No, that's mine. What you're supposed to be eating is this very healthy, dietician prescribed meal." She emphasized. Alex frowned. 

"I want the pancake." he complained playfully. 

"Too much sugar is bad for you." she teased as Alex finally surrendered and opened his mouth wide. He wasn't a huge fan of the wheat bread. 

"Say, aside from Alex. Did you use any other names while undercover?" Samantha slowly plopped herself beside him, locking her hands against his and leaned on his strong biceps.

"Oh hmmm.." he hummed, softly chewing and finishing his sandwich.

"I had a few… like James, Chad, Mike or Michael…" he said.

"Okay. Which was the most sophisticated?" Samantha asked. Alex looked at her in the eyes and saw that she was really interested in his answer.

"Nathaniel." he chuckled and Samantha looked confused.

"What's funny?" 

"I don't strike as a 'Nathaniel'. I just used it once." Alex defended despite not being attacked.

"Now that you say it… yeah." she laughed as soon as she realized the content of his words.

"What's the funniest? And why?" her eyes sparkled, or has it always been that way then he looked at her eyes. Alex never knew, but he liked it.

"Ummm.. I once went by 'Ray'. It's funny because… it just is. It's too short and I often mistake someone thinking that they're calling me. It has a lot of rhymes you know…" he answered, her eyes never left her stare.

"Ray's a nice name." Samantha mused, this actually made Alex a little curious.

"You're making me jealous over my previous name." He sneered playfully.

"Oh don't be. Alex is a very perfect name. It sounds... handsome." she said, making Alex smile in excitement. This was it. He was truly madly and deeply in love with this woman.

Alex leaned for a kiss to which Samantha eagerly accepted, but as soon as their hands started to roam around, a knock on the door was heard.

"Oi, Alex! Price wants us for a briefing." Soap's muffled voice roared from behind the door.

"I'm coming!" Alex shouted as she gave Samantha one quick kiss before leaving the bed.

Alex felt underdressed for the briefing as Roach and Soap were wearing collared shirts. So he hid behind them and listened eagerly to Captain Price.

"Alright boys, Laswell left us a gift. There's a port near the English Channel, where a lot of cargo ships are suspected to be operating under Shadow Company's name, and it might lead us to Shepherd. 

The plan is simple. Sneak in, gather everything we can using our cameras and sneak out. This place will be swarming with hostiles and all we have are pistols with few ammo. Soap, you take care of our ride and comms. Alex and Roach, you're with me." They all nodded in agreement.

"There are about approximately three ships and the Shadow Company shipment is mixed along with civilian cargo. We have to be there before 3 am tomorrow as it's scheduled to be unloaded that day." Price sprawled printout of the cargo's travel ticket along with other solid intel.

It was official. They're back in the grid, a wave of excitement and fear overwhelmed the former CIA. Excited because they're one step closer to ending this thing and scared because he knew Samantha's going to worry about him.

Port of Dover, London UK

1734HOURS

They were too early for the transfer but as they say, "The early bird gets the worm." The team positioned themselves on a rooftop of a nearby building, Price scanning the area with binoculars.

"Three huge cargo ships and one party packed cruise ship." he muttered. The rest of the team sat patiently waiting for the perfect opening.

"Hm. This is odd." Price added, noticing the convoy of expensive cars slowly parking themselves near the ship.

"It is. There's a party here tonight… and it says here SC Security Services was hired as the events' security team." Gary added, scrolling through his phone.

"SC. Shadow Company. Sneaky Bastards are using the party to cover their real agenda!" Soap pieced the puzzle together.

"And we're here to stop em on their bloody tracks." Price nodded and resumed scanning.

"How are we going to get in?" Alex asked as trucks of Shadow Company troops flooded the area. It looked like they had good reason to swarm the place. It was a sneaky yet effective tactic.

"I got one ticket." Gary raised a QR code from his phone. Price looked at the black and white blotches of squares in question.

"What's that supposed to do?" Price asked.

"It's a digital pass. The DJ performing tonight is a good ol' friend of mine." he said. 

"It's going to be a semi-formal party with a masquerade theme."  He continued, scrolling through the e-invite.

"Then you're going in there. See what's up. These cargo ships may just be decoys. We take one ship each. Always stay on comms. Once Roach successfully gets in, he'll find a shortcut from the inside." Price planned and everyone had no objections. 

"Wait. Maxine told me that she brought something useful." he scoured the contents of the duffle bag.

"Is it food?" Soap asked innocently as everyone looked at him.

"Bingo. Three Shadow Company Uniforms from Russia." Gary grinned and everyone looked delighted.

"Guess we're taking the easy way in." Price muttered as they put their plan to action.

Roach stopped at a local thrift shop for his attire. He wore an awkwardly tight tuxedo with rubber duck printed tie and a magenta masquerade mask. It wasn't too shabby and it did the job, as the rest of the group were already inside the premises.

"Stay on comms, Roach. Keep us posted." Price muttered as the team split to each of their ships. Walking casually like regular guards, except they didn't have guns.

"Aye aye, Captain." Roach muttered as slow booming could be heard from the distance. He was approaching the party.

Alex's ship was the farthest from the cruise ship but that didn't mean it was the least guarded. For a party, the place was overcrowded with security. Alex confidently nodded at every 'ally' he passed along the way, overhearing conversations of a supply drop around 3 am tomorrow, confirming Laswell's speculations.

"Hey!" Someone called from behind and Alex turned cautiously.

"You left your rifle at the office?" he asked and Alex nodded. The man pointed to the cargo ship and it gave Alex the free ticket to investigate it. He was lucky enough for an easy pass.

The cargo ship was indeed large, he didn't know where to start, but as soon as he claimed his issued rifle, he immediately looked for the ship's logs.

"I'm in. Got myself a gun." Alex reported.

"Good. I'm also in. Trying not to get tempted by the buffet." Gary replied.

"They're looking suspiciously at my haircut." Soap muttered, frustrated.

"My ship's empty, but I could feel footsteps. I'm being followed." Price warned. 

"Mine's full of stuff. It's impossible to look through these without a shipment log." Alex sighed, opening another door that contained useless stuff.

At the last door of the hallway, Alex heard a bizarre noise, he carefully crouched and checked on the room. A Shadow Company guard was snoring loudly, a computer monitor showing a live feed of the rooms in front of him.

"Ahem! Sir, you are needed on the cruise ship!" Alex roared, surprising the sleeping guard as he quickly got up to his bearings and exited the room. 

"Alright guys. I got eyes on the whole thing." He told comms while scanning the thick book of the ship's cargo.

"Good one." Gary said.

"Finally, these muppets stopped talking about my hair. I'm Oscar Mike." Soap muttered while Price's end remained quiet.

"Just what is Shepherd up to…" Alex mused, fingers scrolling through the ship log. He doesn't have all night but he's doing his best to look for it under pressure.

Next Chapter : Docked and Loaded - Part 2

Notification Squad my Beloved

@enderio @samatedeansbroccoli @smokeywhalee @whimsywispsblog @beemybee @ricinbach

#horrayfic #codmw #alex echo 3 1 #john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #whateverittakes

[heyyyharry]

Chapter 8: The Assistant

(from the Flatmate Trilogy: Two Hearts, One Home)

…in which Y/N helps out a friend, and Harry also helps out a “friend”.

Word count: 5k

Chapter 7: Brides War - Harry and Y/N are invited to two weddings at once.

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ANNOUNCEMENT: After this chapter and My Girl chapter 7, I’ll take a three-week break (this is why). I’ll still post blurbs and come back with chapter 9 preview on Monday, August 12. Thank you so much for giving me your time and patience. I love you all. 😅

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"Guys, I think—"

"Stay out of this, Lou!" Y/N raised her voice and Louis immediately sat back down, his mouth snapped shut. He, Liam, and Trix hadn't seen Y/N this mad since that time they were in New York, and she found out Harry was sharing a room with his female colleague. Now they were married and Harry was his own boss, but the one thing that hadn't changed was him keeping quiet about another woman. She had held it in, pretending to be okay with Kierra being in their home, even just to give Harry the files he'd left at the office. But as soon as that woman was gone, Y/N completely exploded.

"Let me explain, please! I didn't lie to you!" Harry took a long stride to stand in Y/N's way before she could walk into their bedroom. He grabbed her hand, and she shrugged it right off, her eyes narrowed.

"You kept a secret from me! That's worse than lying!"

"Only for a day—"

"Because I just found out today! If she hadn't come here, who knows how long you would've kept this from me?!" She barked at him. A part of her knew it wasn't a good idea to be having this fight in front of their three friends. However, she was too angry to be reasonable here. "You made a vow and swore that you would always be honest with me, but you keep secrets from me again and again, and I'm sick of this!"

Harry was terrified. What did she mean by 'sick of it'? Of him not being honest or of them? Of their marriage? No, no, no, no, the voice in his head chanted, but right before he could come up with something smart to say, she took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

"I just..." Her voice was softer and breathy. "I'm not mad at you because I think you're cheating on me. I'm disappointed because this girl you used to hook up with is now your personal assistant, and you didn't bother to tell me."

"You were stressed out with work and Layla's wedding, I didn't—"

"Stop!" She breathed, stabbing a finger at him. "Stop saying you keep things from me because that's what's best for me. It's not." He held his breath, his heart was thumping as he waited for her to say what he feared she would say.

And she did.

"If we weren't married, I would be packing my bags right now." Those words were as heavy as they sounded, like a weight hanging on his ribcage, and his limbs felt numb as she walked into their room and slammed the door in his face.

Sighing, he turned back to the others who sat quietly on the couch and stared at him with their mouths shut. He thought he should say something, maybe apologize for making them feel awkward, but when he parted his lips, a notification on his phone got his attention. It was a text from Niall.

⌲ Layla's pet: Whatever you do, do NOT tell her now.

"Sorry, guys, give me a moment," he told Louis, Liam, and Trix before turning away to type down his reply.

⌲ Too late. Y/N already met her.

⌲ Layla's pet: Shit...

⌲ Layla's pet: Does she know about the kid?

Harry muttered a curse word as he read those questions. The last thing Y/N had said to him before she stormed off were on replay in his mind, and he didn't want to think about what she would do if she found out about the kid.

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"I read your resume, very impressive."

"Thank you, Mr. Styles."

"Just call me Harry." The man flashed his new assistant a smile and the way her cheeks reddened had him flustered as well. This was just as weird for him as it was for her considering their history together. But he believed they could always work it out professionally.

According to Kierra, she'd thought his father Devlin was still the CEO when applying for this job. That was a good enough reason for him to fire her already because she didn't even know the name of the man running this firm. However, if he'd done that, she would've had every right and mean to ruin his reputation. 'CEO of Styles Co. fired his assistant on her first day due to their history together' was the headline he wouldn't want to see. So maybe he should put his personal relationship with her aside and give her a chance. After all, she was only a probationary, if after the first month she couldn't do well on her job, he would have a proper reason to lay her off without having all guns pointed at him.

Harry began by talking Kierra through all the crucial tasks, responsibilities, and deadlines, and then asked her if she had any other questions before he let her go.

"Yeah, I do actually," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "How often do I have to work outside business hours?"

"Only in emergency cases. Why? Are there any problems?"

Her lips curved into a smile as she shook her head. "No, it's just, I have a five-year-old at home, but that won't be a problem, I promise."

"Oh, I didn't know you were married."

Harry didn't think too much when he said that, for he automatically assumed everyone had the same happy life as he did. It was only when the smile faded from Kierra's face that he realized how offensive that was. He meant to say something else or change the subject, but she spoke up fast, "I don't...don't know who her father is."

"I'm sorry." He frowned. "We don't have to talk about this if—"

"I had her when I was in uni," Kierra went on anyway, "and I took a gap year because of my pregnancy. That explained why you stopped seeing me on campus after we'd...uhm...called it quit."

Harry was speechless for a moment, he opened and shut his mouth several times before he began, "Kierra, I—"

"I'll send you that report immediately," she cut him off. Without waiting for his permission, she stood up and rushed out of the office as if to avoid more unwanted inquiries or even his sympathy. That was when Harry felt something wrong. The color drained out of his face as he sank back into his chair, breathing heavily. Was it possible for this to be just a big 'coincidence'? How was he going to tell his wife?

Was he going to tell his wife?

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Harry usually prided himself on his composure. Even in the most stressful situations, he would be the calmest in a room. But this time, he had completely lost it. He had been pacing back and forth in front of Niall for fifteen minutes and he didn't think he'd be able to stop, not when his mind was racing at full speed now.

"I don't know why you're even freaking out, it's not like she said the kid was yours."

"That's why I'm freaking out, Niall! She doesn't know who the father is! That kid could be mine!" Harry cried out, gripping his hair. "We had sex many times, and she took a gap year after we split. Five years later, she showed up with a five-year-old. How could that be a fucking coincidence?!"

Niall nodded understandingly and exhaled into his fist as he thought for a while. "Uhm...didn't you always use condoms though?"

"I did, I wasn't stupid. But condoms are only about 85% effective." Harry stopped pacing and put both hands on his hips, his head hung low. "Fuck! I'm married and I still can't escape my past life. Nineteen-year-old me couldn't fucking keep his dick in his pants!"

"Wait, maybe you're right," Niall spoke, his eyebrows snapped together. "This couldn't be a coincidence, it's too perfect."

"Exactly!"

"No, listen, she's a fucking gold-digger!"

Harry's eyes darted up to meet Niall's, confusion crossed his face as he took a second to analyze those words. "What are you saying?"

"How can you not see that?!" Niall rose from his bed to grip his best friend's shoulders. "She heard about you taking over Styles Co., applied for a job in your company to make it look coincidental, and told you about the kid to make you think it's yours. A perfect plan!"

"She can't just...lie about something like this!" Harry scoffed and brushed Niall's hands off him. "That little girl is five years old, I could just ask for a paternity test."

"That's the problem. You can't, because she doesn't confirm that the baby is yours. You can't just be like, 'hey, do you mind giving me your child's DNA so I can have it tested to see if she's mine?' Trust me and ignore her, she knows what she's doing."

"But she's a single mum, she needs my help! I can't abandon my own blood and let Kierra raise her alone, Niall!"

"She doesn't need your help, 'cuz you know why?" Niall raised a finger, "that's not your business and that's not your kid, either. You're just being paranoid because you're afraid your past is gonna come back to bite you in the ass. But guess what? Kierra slept with a lot of people back then, for all I know even one of our professors could be the father."

"That's slut-shaming, Niall." Harry arched an eyebrow and Niall responded with a shrug.

"Maybe it is. But I mean, you were a slut, I was a slut, everyone was a slut in university! Well, except for Y/N—"

"Okay, stop." Harry squeezed his eyes shut and raised a hand. "Just...do not tell Layla, I'll figure something out."

"Why not?" Niall grumbled. "Unlike you, I tell my wife everything."

"Because your wife would either beat me up first or tell my wife, and right now I don't know which is worse! This news would break Y/N. She's been through a lot, I don't want her to overthink and worry more about this."

"So you're gonna keep hiding stuff from her?!"

That was one question Harry had been asking himself since his argument with Y/N this morning. He knew she'd blurted out those words in a moment of anger and probably didn't mean them. However, if the baby was his, and she found out from anyone that wasn't him, she would immediately make him sign the divorce papers and his life would be over. Even worse, it would damage her. How could he live knowing his poor decision five years ago ended up hurting her now?

Harry shoved his fingers in his hair, taking a deep breath. "I guess I'll have to tell her myself," he spoke after a moment of silence. "After I talk to Kierra."

Niall immediately reacted with a loud groan.

"Hey." Harry grabbed his shoulder, pointing a finger to his face. "You were the one who told me not to tell Y/N because it would hurt her."

"Yeah, but then I remembered how often you kept secrets from her. She was always the last to know, mate! If I did that to Layla, she would leave my ass without a second thought!"

"You don't get it!" Harry huffed, sounding so uneasy that he stumbled on his own words. "If...if...I mean...she's gone through a lot lately. She's becoming insecure again, and she has trouble sleeping at night, all because she found out she might never get pregnant. If I tell her I might have a baby with someone else from my past—"

"That's why she needs to hear this from you!"

"No, listen! We're not even sure if I'm the father. If I tell her now and it turns out not true then I'll hurt her all for nothing! I don't want to do this to Y/N. So...I can only tell her after I've talked to Kierra."

Niall sighed. He wasn't all in with the idea but he didn't have a better one either. "So what are you going to tell Kierra?"

"The truth. I'll ask her if she thinks I'm the father. If she doesn't, then we'll let this go."

"If she does though?" Niall mumbled and glanced up to look at Harry again.

"Then I'll tell Y/N." Harry nodded, his eyebrows furrowed. "We'll take a paternity test and...hopefully she won't leave me after...or before that..."

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Y/N exchanged questioning looks with her husband as Trix pulled out a chair and joined them at their kitchen table.

"How are you? You were fighting the other day so...I'm here to check on you guys," said the pink-haired girl, but Y/N knew that wasn't why she'd come over. She wasn't as close to them as Layla and Niall and rarely paid them a visit out of the blue. The only explanation that made sense was that she needed a favor from them.

"How can we help?" Y/N went straight into the point. Trix seemed a bit startled, but Harry had that same attitude as his wife.

"It's okay, Trix. We know you're here to ask for a favor. Just tell us," he said calmly.

Trix was reluctant at first for she didn't know where to begin. After stuttering for a second, she finally released the words she'd come to say. "Y/N, could you...help me flirt with my fiancé?"

"Excuse me?!" Y/N and Harry said at the same time, their jaws dropped and their eyes widened at Trix. The shy girl was fidgeting with her yellow tennis skirt and seemed too afraid to even make eye contact with the couple.

"You're...you're only joking, right?"

"No, Y/N, I'm not." She shook her head fast. "He's been acting strange lately. He would look at the other women while we're out on a date and—"

"So you want me to put him on a test for you?" Y/N squinted her eyes and massaged her temple. "Trix...you're getting married to this man, and you can't even trust him."

However, Trix turned a deaf ear to her comment, clasped her hands together and put on her best puppy dog face to beg, "just please help me this once. I won't ask for anything ever again."

"This is fucking stupid. I'm not letting my wife flirt with another man just to prove he's not a cheating asshole!"

Y/N rolled her eyes as she heard Harry. "You don't have a say in this, and I haven't forgiven you yet," she said without looking at him, her eyes fixated on Trix who looked like she was about to cry. "Look, Trix, I want you to be happy, but I don't think this is a good idea. Besides, I can't...flirt, I'm very...awkward when it comes to stuff like this. I think you should ask someone else."

"You're the only one of my girl friends who hasn't met him!"

The silence sank in for a moment, this time, it was Harry who broke it, "actually, Layla hasn't met him." Both girls turned to him immediately. He went on, giving them a shrug, "I mean, she already disapproves of your engagement. So she's definitely going to help if it means she gets a chance to prove that she's right. You know, it's Layla we're talking about here."

"I don't want to ask Layla for anything," Trix asserted as her eyes narrowed. "If she gets to prove that she's right, then she'll be a bitch to me again. The last thing I want is to get shit on after finding out my fiancé isn't faithful."

Y/N took a deep breath and lifted an eyebrow at the girl. "Then I'm sorry. I can't help you."

"Fine. Thanks anyway." Trix exhaled as she stood right up and stormed out of their kitchen. However, it took her less than five seconds to rush back in, looking very distressed at this point. "You know what? Ask Layla for me, please."

"Already did," Harry smirked and showed them the text on his phone.

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That night, when Y/N was out with Layla and Trix, Harry paid Kierra a visit.

She lived not so far from his block, in a small flat, even smaller than the one he used to share with Y/N in university. He hadn't told her he'd come, so when answering the door, she was slightly appalled.

"Is it an emergency?" She asked, and her worried eyes had him smiling. Shaking his head, he told her, "Y/N and I have a little present for your little lady. I was visiting a friend in this area so I thought I should stop by and give this to her myself. Do you mind if I come in?"

Kierra glanced down at the teddy bear in his hand. He could see from the look on her face that she didn't fully believe his reason. However, she said nothing, gave him a little smile and opened the door for him to enter. Her so-called flat wasn't so different from a dorm room. He had never seen such a small place with so much furniture; it was stuffy yet warm and neat. The living room was dimly lit with red and yellow wallpapers that were too loud for his taste, but the dark curtains and couches helped tone down those vibrant hues of the background. He was asked to sit down, and she excused herself to get her young daughter so he could finally meet her.

Harry's heart was pounding so hard that he struggled to breathe. With both hands linked together, elbows on his knees, he tapped his feet impatiently. One minute felt like the longest time he'd ever waited, but eventually, the bedroom door opened and walked out a chubby little girl. She had her mother's blue eyes, soft dark hair, and brown skin.

He was definitely not the father.

Harry felt as if his chest might exploded with elation as he breathed out a nervous laughter and gave the child a little wave.

"Say hello to Mr. Styles, Bonnie," Kierra said as she knelt down by her daughter, who wore a bashful smile while gripping the hem of her rainbow shirt.

"Hello, Mr. Styles." Bonnie batted her eyelashes, her dimples popped up as she flashed him a smile. "Thank you for the teddy bear."

"You're welcome, sweetheart. You can call me Harry," he said with a smile just as wide as hers.

"Hey, Bonbon, do you want to show Harry your teddy bear collection?"

"Wow, you have a whole collection?!" Harry's surprised face made the five-year-old giggle into her palms.

"I'll be right back!" She told him and hurriedly ran into her room.

That was when Kierra turned back to Harry. He was trying to figure out what to say when she sat down by his side.

"I know why you're here," she said, causing Harry's green eyes to broaden in disbelief. He gulped, his jaw tightened. He wanted to say something, but she took the words right from his mouth, "I don't know who her father is but I'm positive that it's not you, H."

A flush crept up on the man's face as he stuttered, "uhm...I...I'm sorry...I shouldn't..."

"It's okay." Kierra sucked in a breath, her lips pressed into a small smile. "I was acting quite shady when you asked me about her, no wonder you thought she might be yours. Guess I was just...embarrassed, getting knocked up at nineteen wasn't something I'm proud of, you know?" She laughed, shaking her head. "But honestly, I wish you were the father."

Her smile grew when she saw how flustered he seemed, so she patted him on the arm, laughing a little. "Sorry, that was too straightforward. But I've always known you'll be a good parent since the day you and I babysat my cousins together. You were so gentle with the twins and I remembered thinking to myself, 'shit, I'm falling for this guy, this needs to stop.'"

"Was that why you called it quit?"

Kierra nodded, smiling sadly as she changed the subject back to Bonnie. "I wish Bonbon had someone like you in her life. She asks me a lot about her dad. I mean, she's only five years old, and the fact that most of the other kids have both parents makes it hard for her to understand why she doesn't. She's shy and she doesn't have many friends but she's a good kid."

Harry quietly nodded and wetted his lips with his tongue. He thought he should come up with a more cheerful topic to discuss, but thankfully, Bonnie returned with her box full of toys. She giggled with excitement and announced, "mummy, you can be Wonder Woman. Harry, you like Batman so you can be Batman!"

"How do you know I like Batman?" Harry chuckled when he accepted the Batman doll from the little girl.

"I just guessed," she said, looking a bit confused when he buried his face into his palm and smiled to himself.

"What?" Kierra questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Nah, I just remembered the time Y/N gave me Batman socks on my birthday because she assumed I loved Batman." He chuckled, scratching his head awkwardly. "Sorry, that was irrelevant..."

"No, not at all! Uhm...you two are adorable," Kierra said with a smile, but Harry didn't look at her to see that she was only faking it.

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Meanwhile, Y/N and Trix were on a mission. They were spying on Layla and Trix's fiancé, Grant from a far corner in the club.

Before coming here, Trix had insisted on wearing fake mustache and bringing newspapers to cover their faces with, but thankfully Y/N had talked her out of it so they didn't show up like two fools. Besides, the place was too crowded for them to be seen from all the way across the room.

Y/N had to admit that Grant was a good-looking man, nothing compared to her Harry, of course, still he was somewhat handsome. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and he wore glasses which made him look like a real-life Clark Kent. All Y/N knew about him, however, was that he was rich because he owned a bank, and his father knew Layla's father, so apparently, they would have a lot to talk about.

"She's recording everything like I asked her to, right?" Trix gulped down her drink while Y/N was biting her nails as anxiety was eating her up. She hated this, she hated going behind someone's back even though he might be a pathological liar and a cheater. The fear of getting caught made her heart clench, and she couldn't wait for Layla to find proof so they could get out of here. In the meantime, she thought about Harry to keep her composure. She was supposed to be mad at him, but Trix's not-so-little problem made her realize how lucky she was to have him as a husband. So after this, she would go straight home to cuddle him and forget this night had ever happened.

When Layla rose from her seat, Y/N and Trix sighed in unison as they assumed it was over, but then Layla picked up her drink and immediately emptied it on top of the man's head. His scream was so loud that all eyes shifted to them, so Y/N and Trix had to rush toward their table before things got out of hand.

"Trix?!" Grant gasped when he saw his fiancé, but Layla didn't give him time to think. She picked up her phone and played the recording.

"I see you wearing a ring, are you married?"

"This one? Oh, it used to belong to my mother..."

"It's our promise ring!" Trix cried out as she held her head with both hands.

"...she gave it to me when I was little, now this is the only finger it still fits. But I love it so much I don't wanna take it off."

"It's a beautiful ring."

"Not as beautiful as you—FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Layla stopped the recording, her bright red lips curved into a smirk as she calmly put her phone back into her clutch. Trix took a step back into Y/N's arms, shaking her head when Grant tried to reach for her hands.

"Fuck off!" She shouted. "You're fucking your assistant, aren't you?! Your brother told me but I didn't want to believe it! Now I know who you really are!"

"He's what?!" Layla scoffed. "This motherfu—"

"Okay, guys, stop. He's not worth it!" Y/N pulled her best friend back before she could lift a hand. As Grant was still stuttering, Trix immediately took off her engagement ring and tossed it in his face. "Eat shit and die, you...ball-less pig!"

All these strangers gave Trix a standing ovation as she stormed out, followed by Layla and Y/N. The girls feared she might do something stupid, like running in front of a car for example. Fortunately, she just flopped down on the steps outside the building and burst into tears at once.

Layla and Y/N exchanged worrying looks with one another before sitting down by her sides.

"You should've let me fuck him up. I know Taekwondo, that should be a piece of cake," Layla told Y/N, who only shook her head fast.

"We could end up getting arrested, Layla. Trix deserves better than that, better than him." Then she turned back to the crying girl, placing a hand on her trembling shoulder. "You alright, Trix?"

Trix was still sobbing, however, she still answered with a solid nod. "I should've...should've listened to you guys. I was so stupid! Now you can say it, Layla..."

"Say what?"

"Say 'I told you so'."

Layla chuckled as she rolled her eyes. "I told you this wedding was a bad idea but only because I couldn't trust any man that wasn't Niall," she paused to look at Y/N, "and of course, Harry, Husband of The Year." Y/N giggled as her best friend went on, "but you were in love, you couldn't have seen the person he really was. So don't give that disgusting cunt any satisfaction by thinking this is also your fault. It's not."

Trix nodded fast as she wiped her smudged eyes with the back of her hand. "Thank you...for everything...for this, and...for helping me get my job. Gosh, I'm such a shit person....I'm sorry I tried to sabotage your wedding."

"It's fine. I was gonna leak an embarrassing footage of you at your wedding, anyway."

Trix and Y/N both gave Layla a horrified look, so the girl had to speak for herself, "that was a joke! Have any of you watched Brides War?"

"Anyway." Trix breathed out a laugh and finally stopped crying. "I guess I was just...jealous...of you and Y/N. You've been best friends with Niall since high school and now you're engaged. Y/N is Harry's first serious relationship and now they're about to have a baby—"

"Oh my God, what's with all these baby rumors?" Y/N broke into laughter. "I'm not pregnant, Trix!"

"My point is that," Trix pressed her lips into a small smile, "you have someone who loves and would die for you, and always be faithful and honest to you. When's it gonna be my turn?"

"Well, I didn't expect to marry the first man I fell in love with, but here I am." Y/N giggled as she opened her arms.

Layla immediately picked up where she'd left off, "trust me, Niall was a dumbass in high school, but now he's—well, technically, still a dumbass...but I love him, very much. So I believe love comes when you're not expecting it. You're a sweet girl, Trix. If even someone like me could be loved, I'm sure there'll be plenty of men who will fall in love with you. Then one day someone will show up and he or she will be everything you've ever wanted."

"Thank you. But right now I just want Chris Evans..." Trix mumbled, making her two friends laugh so hard.

"Who wants to go back to my place and watch The Avengers to fangirl over Chris Evans' sexy bod?" Layla quickly stood up and raised her hand as Trix and Y/N did the same. With an arm around Trix's shoulder, Layla pulled the small girl along as they headed back to her car, but Y/N stayed behind, eyes glued to her phone.

"Guys, wait, I got a text from Kierra."

"Why do you have her number?" Trix asked as she rushed back to Y/N's side, and so did Layla, who didn't understand anything.

"Who the fuck is Kierra?"

"Kierra Maxwell."

"Oh, I love her. We used to be drinking buddies," Layla interrupted Trix, but Y/N ignored that and explained, "she's Harry's assistant now, I saved her number just in case."

"Well, what did she send you? Did something happen to H?" Layla asked.

It was only now that Y/N opened Kierra's message. It was a short clip of Harry sitting on the floor and playing action figures with a little girl.

"You beat me again! This is so unfair!" He buried his face into his palms and pretended to sob, making both Kierra and her daughter burst out laughing. The little girl quickly climbed onto his lap, took his wrist, and pulled his hands away.

Smiling, she told him, "mummy cannot help you, Batman! She's on my side!"

"No, no, mummy is not picking sides. You're on your own, baby."

"Your mother's lying. She's on my side."

The video ended there, with Harry laughing with another woman and a little girl, like a happy family he might never have with her.

Y/N felt her whole body becoming paralyzed and she couldn't even open her mouth to answer when Layla asked, "did that bitch purposely sent this to you?!"

"Why is he at her place?" Trix tapped her on the shoulder, probably expecting her to know. Unfortunately, Y/N was just as clueless as they were. And that was the saddest part.

Harry had kept so many secrets and unintentionally hurt her over and over again, but she was the one at fault for believing he had already learned his lesson.

#flatmate!harry