#like. i see what you're doing you fucking avocado you're like oh don't bother going after her bc you're sweet and she might actually say yes

[gregoftom]

oh they fr had bitchnasty sex after this

#tomgreg #I CANT BREATHE HAHAHAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa oh wow. ohhhhhhh wow. oh wow. hahahahahaaaaaaaaaa wow. #GREG REALLY SAID: YOU WANNA FUCK ME SO BAD IT MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID. #the way tom goes OHHHhhhh at greg getting bold is Exactly the same tone me and my gf use with each other. just. you know. for reference. #BUT GREG'S LITTLE HEAD GESTURE BEFORE HE SAID PROVE IT LIKE HE REALLY MEANS IT?????? I GOTTA GO #also i'm sorry but they both read so fucking gay to me like so gay. esp greg in this moment. his line for comfry is so like. #it's so. like you just wouldn't do that. i think. if you were straight. I DONT KNOW I JUST FEEL A KINDRED SPIRIT IN HIM I GUESS. #''she seems like a nice.... person'' GIRL WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT AND THE PAUSE BEFORE PERSON I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. #i know what you both are. #like. fuck what else can i say about this scene. they're insane i guess???? #oh btw i know for a fact tom thinks greg is the most beautiful weird ass creature he's ever seen #like you know a sea creature that's kinda weird that you'd find at the bottom of the ocean that you see in an aquarium #and you're like wow!! that's odd! but.... so beautiful #like that's greg to tom. yet he's like SHES SO PRETTY AND YOU'RE SO GROSS HAHAHA #like. i see what you're doing you fucking avocado you're like oh don't bother going after her bc you're sweet and she might actually say yes #she might like you for what i like you for and y'all might hook up and i can't be having that!!! #like he's so transparent lmfao. #how do i know tom thinks greg is beautiful?? well who else do you say would be fit to take over from your beautiful wife if she died #ALSO tom is just surprised that greg bit back he's not even like. angry? idk i feel like if anyone else said that they'd be #family guy on the floor pose #about shiv being out of his league i mean #HE EVEN LOOKED AT GREGS MOUTH WHEN HE DID THAT LMFAOOO HE THOUGHT THAT WAS HOT #GOD I HATE HIM HAHAaaaaaaahh #AND AFTER GREG SAYS PROVE IT IT JUST CUTS OFF?!??! DID YALL GO FUCK IN THE BATHROOM IM MDDDWDWKDW #ALSO IF YOU LOOK AT PREV POST/WHAT HAPPENED PREVIOUSLY. THEY TOUCHED EACH OTHER LIGHTLY DIDNT EVEN HUG. #and as i said it felt sort of like ''i don't wanna spoil your outfit we can do that later anyway when we fuck raw'' #then you get this. and the cut off. so like. come on what the fuck am i supposed to think. just ignore it?? #ALSO sorry. sorry. BUT TOMS FACE DURING IT ALL HES LIKE 20 YEARS YOUNGER!!!!!!! AAARRAHgh #ALSO!!!! sorry. sorry. sorry. but why are the colours the bisexual flag in the bg. why. for what reason. #tom keeps looking at gregs mouth all throughout talking about how he fucks. so fuck him. prove it pussy.

[callofdudes]

✨GhostSoap incorrect quotes✨

With 141 chaos included.

Soap: Oops, got your mental illness 😊

Ghost: You give that back.

Ghost, pulling out a knife: That was a gift from my father!

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Ghost: I'm sorry for being mentally ill.

Soap: ...

Ghost: And a bit messed up in the head.

Ghost: The sex will be good though.

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Ghost: Johnny, this place is fancy and I don't know which fork to kill myself with.

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Soap: Simon, you're late for date night again, what was it this time?

Ghost, standing in the living room covered in blood: Well...

Soap, sighing: Baby I want to go out for dinner!!

Ghost: I know but just one more time love- next week we can go on a proper date but-

Soap: Hiding a body isn't a date!!

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Ghost: I don't want you talking at my funeral!

Soap: What?

Ghost: You can go to my funeral but you can't talk-

Soap: Why??

Ghost: My funeral is my time to shine!

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Soap: I don't know what the big deal is

Gaz, sighing: Ok, let's break this down. First of all, you don't fix any of the appliances in your apartment.

Soap: Yeah, it's too hard.

Gaz: You don't fix up your apartment in general.

Soap: Couldn't be bothered.

Gaz: Dude, you can't even fix up a decent meal for yourself.

Soap: What even is a stove. I mean...

Gaz: Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you??

Ghost: Hey, can I have 40 bucks real quick?

Soap, leaning in to whisper: I still think I can fix him.

Gaz: For fucks sake-

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Soap: Ghost, what's like a word your parents wouldn't let you use growing up. Like they said it was a curse word but it really wasn't.

Ghost: No, I can't say that, it's too embarrassing.

Soap: Oh come on I'll go first, my parents told us 'shut up' was like a curse. Like it was a terrible phrase we couldn't use.

Ghost: What? My parents said that to me all the time.

Soap: Really?

Ghost: Ok, this is a word we literally never used in our house. I don't even know if I'm pronouncing it right... Uh, love?

Soap: What?

Ghost: Oh I am pronouncing it wrong. Uh, luvé?

Soap: Uh no, it's pronounced love.

Ghost: Oh, yeah, well we never said that.

Soap: Ghost, you- you know I'm here for you right?

Ghost: That's so kind of you Johnny. You know what, I tolerate you.

Soap: What... What?? Tolerate? That's mean

Ghost: What, no it's not! That's like the deepest form of affection you can show somebody!

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Soap: Have you seen a person named 'Ghost' around here?

Gaz: Ugh, yes. He made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Price: It looks fine to me?

Gaz: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

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Ghost: *Screams*

Soap: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Gaz: Should we do something?!

Price, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

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Gaz: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Soap: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Ghost?

Ghost: Probably “road work ahead”.

Price: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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Ghost: I think Price was right.

Soap: I'm surprised he haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Gaz: He wouldn't do that.

Price: You're right, Gaz. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Price: *turns around, the shirt they're wearing says 'Price Told You So' on the back*

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Ghost: I just ended a four year relationship.

Soap: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?

Ghost: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.

*Gaz and Price fighting from across the room*

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Ghost: This is bothering me.

Soap: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Ghost: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

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Ghost: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Soap: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

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Ghost: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Soap:

Soap: Ghost, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Ghost: *Sips tea from bowl*

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Ghost: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Soap: Twelve, actually.

Ghost: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Soap: Yours!

Ghost: That's right: no one's.

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Ghost: Soap was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Soap: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Ghost: Soap, you ate a chair

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Ghost: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It?

Soap: Stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!!!!

Ghost: Yknow what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration.

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Ghost: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

Soap: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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Ghost: What is your biggest weakness?

Soap: I can be uncooperative.

Ghost: Okay, can you give me an example?

Soap: No.

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Ghost: It’s dark in here

Soap: Don’t worry dude I got this

Soap: *Stomps his feet*

Soap: *Skechers light up*

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Ghost: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you

Soap: 10 times 0 is still 0 though

Ghost: Jokes on you, I can't do math

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Ghost, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Soap: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Ghost, with the tone of someone who is used to Soap: Outstanding.

Ghost: This is what I’m talking about people.

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Ghost: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Soap: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

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Ghost: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Soap: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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Soap: Am I in trouble?

Ghost: Take a guess.

Soap: No?

Ghost: Take another guess.

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Soap: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

Ghost: Stop romanticizing the past.

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Ghost: I'm a reverse necromancer.

Soap: Isn't that just killing people?

Ghost: Ah, technicality.

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Soap: I can explain.

Ghost: Can you?

Soap: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

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Ghost: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Soap: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Price: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #ghoap #ghostsoap #im having writers block so take this brainrot in my momentary abscence #call of duty incorrect quotes #cod incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #ghost x soap

[iluwmycats]

Gonna Hunt You Down (A Colin Zabel Story) Part.3

Colin Zabel x OC!Female

(Part.1) (Part.2)

Summary: Since they had lunch together, Hunter thinks about Colin and can't help but smile like an idiot. Because everything about this guy is so natural and sympathetic. As well as being sexy...

After a peaceful morning routin&breakfast, Hunter goes to her sister's school and finds out the "mean girls" scout of the school bullies her sister. And this makes her genuinely mad. Thankfully Colin, who is there to talk to a witness, manages to calm her down.

Word count: 3135 words

Warnings: Language, mentioning high school bullying, a lot of blushing >.<

Taglist/ @kaismanwich @yes-divine-ruler @blackroseguzzi @spill-the-t @oeudesorientado @witchyykitten @just-anotherstan @jetbl4ckhair99 @eventually27 @lili-tate @lollipopd

A/N: Hey! 👋🏼 Welcome back to this series! I really loved this Colin x Hunter duo and the chemistry between them. So here's a new episode for ya! Sorry for the delay, btw. I believe "Good things take time." is supremacy. So I have to give my 100% in everything I do. 🙈 Last but not least, I was inspired by Mare's mother when I wrote Hunter's. Cuz their cat-dog relationship was just gorgeous back in the show. 😭

I hope you like this hilarious part as much as I am! 💗

"Let's do this."

Hunter cracked an egg into the pan and began to stir it, a cheerful whistle escaping her lips. Her damp wavy hair fell over her shoulders and left small wet spots on her gray T-shirt.

“Oh my... look at that little savage!” Hunter’s mother appeared at the kitchen door with a raised eyebrow.

“Is she really smiling, or am I delusional?”

"What? What smile?" Hunter vanished her dreamy smile immediately and continued. "You're delusional!"

Frankly, she was thinking about yesterday, Colin's gentlemanlike manners, sweet talks, and prominent dimples. But of course, she was never gonna say these to her mom.

"My egg was nearly burning! Don't distract me." She warned her mother and quickly picked up his scrambled eggs with a spatula, placed them on his toast, then added a few slices of avocado & some spices. And voilà! It was ready to go down to her stomach. Hunter looked proud for a moment when she made an herbal tea for herself. It was definitely a delicious breakfast food with minimum effort.

"Are you a freaking Gordon Ramsy or something now?" Her mother teased her, laughing, but it didn't even bother Hunter.

"Oh, fuck off, Martha Stewart! This recipe is fire!"

She took a huge bite of her masterpiece and yelled, her eyes shut.

"OHH, YUMMY! That Gordan Ramsy guy can kiss my ass!"

Obviously, she was joking around. She is not a good cook but loves to pretend like she is. On the other hand, her mother was happy to see that Hunter had something other than cereal, bacon, or just bread for breakfast. But...

"Honey, you're a bit extra today."

Since Hunter started the day with unusual happiness, of course, this did not go unnoticed by her mother.

"I guess... I know the secret behind this joy." Her mother laughed meaningly and leaned against the door frame, observing her. At that moment, Hunter decided not to show her any color and ate her toast silently.

Yes, she woke up in a happy mood today. Because yesterday was pretty good. After a long time, she had a tasty burger & a large-sized cola. And also, finally, she had understood by a man after ages. So, Why shouldn't she be happy now?

"Go on, tell me about it. I'm all ears."

"What? What are you talkin' about?" Hunter slurred as if she didn't understand the question. She was nervously smiling.

"Oh, really?"

Her mother sighed and briefly rolled her eyes. Cause she knew pretty well that her daughter only smiles like an idiot if she catches feelings from someone. It was that simple yet quite rare for her at the same time. Cause Hunter usually prefers one-night stands and has never been in a relationship. But now, she thought it could be possible in the near future. Who knows?

"You know damn well what I'm talking about, young lady." Her mother continued. She was so curious about it.

"I'm asking, who was that eye candy beside you the other day? I saw you on my way home. And you two looked very intimate to me. So... I wanna know every detail."

Eye candy? Intimacy? Oh, come on, ma! She thought in frustration. Dammit! Sometimes this town is so freaking smaller than it is.

"Why the surprise face? Like you don't know him? How long have you been chatting, eh?"

As her mother started to wink mischievously, "OH, GOD!! STOP IT!" Hunter shouted with embarrassment, then shoved her last big bite into her mouth to avoid talking. She didn't want her mother to talk about Colin like he was her boyfriend or something. It was pretty embarrassing. Cause they didn't even friends in the first place.

But it looks like she will continue to deliberately embarrass her daughter.

"Oh, come on now! I'm your goddamn mother! And daughters always talk about their crushes to their moms! NOW, spill the beans already!

Hunter sighed. There was no way to escape, so...

"He was just a random guy," She replied casually. And then, "Actually... He's a police officer. A detective, like Mare." she added hesitantly, couldn't be sure whether to give her that information but...

“His name is Colin. And... He just moved into our town. Recently, he looked at Ms.Lange’s case with Mare. So yeah, I saw him a couple of times.”

She was suddenly acting timid.

"And yesterday... After visiting Ms.Lange at the hospital, he wanted to grab a bite somewhere. And... since he's a newbie and I'm a local girl, I took him to Apple Pie'rre. That's all. That's the story you hyped up about."

"Was that all?"

"Yeah! What else could it be?"

She looked like she didn’t believe her daughter one bit.

"Oh, don't even try to lie to me, girl! I'm your mother and also I’m a woman of love. I can sense these things. It was a date, right? Come on! Tell me the truth." Her mother said while wiggling her brows meaningly, thinking that she gave courage to her daughter to open up. But in fact, she was only embarrassing her.

"MOM, STOP IT!! You're being delusional again." Hunter wanted to hide her face from her mom but didn't do it. Because that would mean she accepted the allegation.

"God! Why are you blushing, then? You're being suspicious."

After a short denial session, she broke her silence.

"It was not a fucking date. Okay?" When Hunter threw a severe look at her mother, she felt compelled to step back involuntarily. Because she knew her daughter didn't like being backed into a corner.

"Alright... Whatever you say, cupcake. I believe you. Just let me know when things get intense, okay?"

Hunter didn't answer; she just took a sip of that herbal tea and continued to shake his knee nervously. She still couldn't believe she had let her mother interrogate her. Yet she had never told her mother about her love life (even her life) before. Why had she told her about Colin now? She didn't understand. It was a silly sloppy move of hers.

"Oh, sweetheart! I was just teasing you but okay, let's drop this conversation before your cheeks burn. Could you please hand me my water flask?" Again, her mother teased her one last time and immediately returned to their everyday conversation.

"I'm gonna go to my yoga class with the truck. So I hope you'll find a way to attend your sister's school meeting on time."

Hunter finished half of her tea and poured the rest into the sink. It got already cold, thanks to her mom (!)

"You know, I'll be there on time. I don't miss any of her school meetings."

"Alright, then. I'm off! Take care of yourself, honey."

She took the truck's keys and headed to the front door as Hunter lazily waved after her.

"Drive safely!"

Then, when the door closed, she couldn't help but scream at the kitchen walls in embarrassment.

"GOD! IT WAS JUST A LUNCH!!"

Hunter felt superheated in a way she didn't want to feel. But that was because of the stupid, unnecessary conversation just now. It had absolutely (!) nothing to do with last night's dream of Colin holding her. Not at all.

It's all because of that weird 'dating' talk.

“As if it could happen?" She spoke to herself, pressing her cold hands to her burning cheeks to cool them down.

Yeah… It was definitely because of that. Not the dream. She thought.

Not even a little bit.

Colin was happy for no reason that morning. He had woken up early, taken a hot shower, freshly shaved his face, and had an excellent breakfast with his mom. Before leaving the house, he had forgotten his coffee thermos, but it didn't bother him this time. Not at all.

"Alright, Zabes! Duty calls you." Colin talked to himself as he parked his car in front of the local high school. He had just visited here to talk to a teacher who had witnessed a stabbing incident last night and take his statement.

"Let's talk with that teacher and see what we got." Colin took his notepad and got out of the car by saying it himself.

The weather outside was much nicer today, and the sun warmly embraced his shoulders for the first time since he arrived in this town. So Colin did not regret not wearing his coat today.

He breathed in the fresh air and walked towards the school's front gate. It was almost lunchtime, but the bell hadn't rung yet. He didn't mind because it was a good thing the corridors were empty. So he could get to the teachers' lounge quickly to find the man. And that's what exactly happened.

"So... Mr. ...?"

"Calivanger."

"Yeah, Mr.Calivanger. Didn't you say you saw one more man at the crime scene?" Colin asked. The best thing he was good at was asking questions.

"Yes, I did, but I was confused back then. Cause, you know... It was pretty dark, and I was far from the crime scene."

"Where were you?"

"Oh, I was at my home and saw them from the window. When the man stabbed and fell on the ground, my wife told me to call the police. So..."

Colin slowly nodded when he wrote down what the man said. And suddenly, he missed the days when he was solving murder cases. In his previous station...

Here was a small town, and as he observed so far, generally, cases were just actual bodily harm. They were simple cases. But Colin didn't mind anymore. Because he eventually started to like this town.

Started to like the peace and closeness, the sunsets, the people, and especially a woman...

"Okay, Mr.Calibanger. Thank you for your cooperation. I wish you a nice day."

"Uh... Thank you, detective."

As he walked out the door, an angry shout was heard.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up!”

"Miss, can you please calm down? It was not a big deal. Let me tell you the scene all over."

A couple of girls and two women were discussing something over there. And Colin wondered what's the issue.

"What is happening there?"

"Uh... I don't know, but it looks like an angry parent." Mr.Calivanger replied anxiously. “I wouldn’t want to be there.”

Troublesome parents, Colin thought as he returned his gazes to them. Jeez... What is wrong with these people? It’s class time. Shouldn't they discuss it somewhere outside the building?

"Thanks again, Mr.Cali... banger," Colin faltered but continued anyway. "I'll take a look before I leave."

"It's Calivanger, dickhead." The teacher said in frustration, but Colin was already made his way to the end of the hallway where the fight was happening.

The closer he got, the more clearly he could hear their voices. And see their visuals... Unfortunately, there was a problem, and one of the actors in the scene was Hunter.

"Oh girl, whatchu doin' there?" He mumbled and stopped to watch them from a safe distance without making any sound.

They were still fighting over an issue. But what was the issue?

"Apparently, these bitches were bullying my sister the whole time. Unbelievable!”

Hunter held her sister's shoulder protectively and kept mercilessly roasting the teacher.

“How could you shut your eyes to this, Mrs.Markle? Look at that! Look at her face!"

Colin narrowed his eyes and saw the girl's blood stainted nose and red face, damaged by small scratch marks.

Oh my... He got shocked and felt sorry for the poor girl. Apparently, there was a HUGE bullying issue. And Hunter had a right to be overprotective right now. Although he was an only child, Colin knew what it felt like to see a loved one hurt.

"We didn't do anything! She wanted to care for my cat, but as you can see, she couldn't manage." One of the cheap Britney wannabes talked semi-crying. "My poor Wandle was literally terrorized by her. So stop yelling at us! We're innocent." And add a little sob at the end of her shitty speech. That was absolutely a play. And not even well-played.

"And also, we're minors. So you're technically bullying minors! You psycho bitch!"

Oh, girl... Colin thought, still watching the scene silently in the back. They're basically testing her patient.

"Oh fucking..." Hunter sighed and took a deep breath while she tried to keep her sanity. She looked so done at the moment.

"Okay, then explain the punch."

"What punch?" One of them asked while chewing her gum like she knew nothing about it.

"I'm talking about the punch your lousy cat threw at my sister!"

The girls thought for a moment, and one of them, the blonde one, broke the silence:

"Cats can't throw punches, silly."

"OH, MY GOD!! I'mma chop your empty head off!" Hunter yelled in rage and tried to walk up to them, but the school bell rang, and all the students started to run for their freedom. That way, Hunter's movement was interrupted.

"Please, calm down. I'm begging you. Let's talk about this in my office." The teacher suggested, but Hunter didn't even move an inch where she stood. She sure would turn those bitches 'slap maniacs' if they weren't at the school and were of legal age. Even Colin could assume that.

"Enough. Please, let's go. You're embarrassing me." Her sister begged her silently, but Hunter didn't reply or move. Instead, she stood there with her arms folded tightly across her chest, like a rock in a raging river. It was such an impressive pose that Colin could not take his eyes off her for a moment.

When the students vacated the hallway in seconds, the group was still there, and Hunter was ready to continue to fight as before.

"Just admit your quilt already, girls," Hunter suggested calmly. "I promise I won't hurt your pretty nails."

None of them spoke.

"We didn't do anything. Right, Lilly? Tell her." The redhead broke silence this time. It was clear from the timbre of her voice that they were putting pressure on Lilly.

"Y-Yeah, it's true. They didn't do anything to me. I just fell from a tree when I tried to save Wandle. Now, please, let's go. I'm hurt."

Hunter listened to her sister carefully and then -never wanted to but- decided to let it go. But of course, from now on, she would keep an eye on these three bully.

God... How long have they been using my sister like this? She thought in frustration. Why didn't I realize sooner? Also, they were only sixteen-seventeen. How can they be so cruel?

"Okay, Lily. I believe you. But if I see you like this again..."

Hunter threw dead glares at those three and continued, "I swear to God, I do what I gotta do."

The girls trembled with fear, knowing what Hunter was capable of, but they held their heads high and approved her. And Hunter's tantrum safely ended there.

"Good."

When the teacher and the girls almost ran away, Hunter hushed for a while. She was still taking deep breaths, trying to control the beast inside her.

"I'm sorry, Abe." Lilly's trembling voice was heard.

"Please don't tell Mom. I know I should've more-"

"Shut up, Lilly!" Hunter interrupted her, shouting. "Just shut your fucking mouth full of lies and go wait outside. I'll talk to you later at home when I calm down."

Lily didn't talk back. Instead, she just clenched her teeth and did what she was told. Her hair, blonde unlike her sister's, resembled a bird's nest from behind.

"Oh, God..."

As she left, Hunter sighed and stayed still for a few minutes. Then she turned around and found Colin right before her. The moment when she needed him the most... he was right there.

"Detective? Hi... What are you doing here?"

She realized her voice sounded fragile and weak but could do nothing.

"I... I just came to talk to a teacher about a case. But I gotta tell you, I didn't expect to see you."

"Yeah, me too."

As Colin watched her uncomfortable little moves, she averted her slightly full eyes. It was embarrassing for her to show her feelings to him again.

He's gonna think that I'm weak. She thought. But it was unnecessary thinking. Cause he hadn't changed his thoughts about her. She was still the strongest to him. Inside and outside.

"I wish it was a beautiful coincidence, but... I must say, though. You are a good sister."

"What?" Hunter blinked a few times in surprise and wondered, has he been watching them this whole time?

"I mean... It was bold of you to take on four people to protect your sister. And you handled it very well for a person with anger issues."

Colin wanted to cheer her up. Cause the tension and sadness around her were heavy that he could sense it.

"I'm not gonna lie. At first, I thought you would end up at the police station again, but you surprised me."

"I surprised myself too..." She giggled numbly.

"I'm sure you heard it often, but your sister doesn't look like you at all."

"Physically, right? Yeah." Hunter replied shortly. Her mind was a mess. She wanted to flee and find a hole to bury her miserable head like a fucking ostrich.

"She looked so angry when she left. Will she be okay? Not gonna check her?"

"Nah..." Hunter was so upset for scolding her, but what was done was done. "I... I don't think she wants to see me for a while."

"Why is that?" Colin asked like he didn't know the reason (like he didn't watch the whole scene). Basically, he did it to get her to talk. And it worked.

"I got mad at a couple of... girls." Hunter breathed to calm a little. "And I snapped at her, broke her heart badly. Well... I'm a hothead. Most of the time, I react without thinking and always regret things I did afterward. And I messed up this time too."

Colin was listening intently, trying to make sense of her every move. Hunter was a bit complicated woman.

"I guess... I wanted her to be tough like me at some point. I wanted her to be strong, confident, and even shady. That's why I'm outraged to see her beaten up by a bunch of Britney Spears wannabes."

Colin nodded to show that he understood her.

"I was very different from my sister in high school. Some said I was a bully too… but that's not the point."

No, that's the point. She thought. She was totally screwed up on this.

"I just... You know... I just wanted her to be strong. That's all."

She wanted to smile a little, but the lump in her throat didn't let her. Cause... Even if she's here for Lilly, her bad high school memories and triggered things were suffocating her again. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape. It was just too much for her, and just in seconds, tears gathered in her eyes and blurred her sight.

"Can I..."

When she held up her arms a little, Colin understood the assignment, quickly pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly. It was her relief moment cause the hug was precisely the same hug she had dreamed of.

So close, tight, warm, and full of intimacy...

"It's okay..." He whispered in her left ear with a low, reassuring voice. "It's okay to break your character sometimes."

Hunter felt safe when he patted her softly on the back.

"You've been trying to stay strong for a long time, right?"

As Hunter nodded, her tears fell on Colin's shoulder silently. She couldn't even remember the last time she had cried. It was a long ass time ago.

"Shhh... It's okay. I understand what you feel."

She couldn't help but let out a sigh. His low voice was just... so calming and soothing.

Ah... What has this man done to me? She thought.

How could he make me feel so good? With just a hug...

Hunter concluded that hugging was better than any migraine medicine.

"It felt so good."

She then responded to his hug with a pat on his back and gently whispered into his ear:

“Thank you.”

( Part 1 ) // ( Part 2 )

Thank you for reading! 💗

I finally decide the length of this series. I'm planning to write 8 chapters in total. I wrote a lot of lines for this fic, so I'm a bit nervous. I wanna use every line. I hope it turns out well. 🙏

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Where The Heart Is (Ezra x F!reader w/Cee)

warnings: mentions of past violence, sexism, crime, anxiety, fear of abandonment

A/n: Written for @writersironchef 14. I started this fic when the prompt dropped and then got interrupted and forgot about it for a while. I did not work the second prompt in because I ran out of time. Part of the Prickle 'verse AU. Sometime between Pigment and Clean Dirt but you don't have to read those to understand this. A story about home and how you can't go back.

[PROMPT] A well-kept secret is revealed

"Oh hey, Falnost," says Cee, "That's home for you isn't it?" The spit dries on your tongue. "Lemme see that," you say and grab the itinerary out of Cee's hands, the scheduled drops along the flight path and sure enough, there's Falnost, the final pivot and then back Central-ward. "Huh," You try to sound non-committal. "What's the job?" "Evershine," says Cee, "Big deposit. Guess the locals can't get it out of the ground without fucking it up." She grins at you, but it falters when she sees that you're not responding in kind. "Should be a pretty straight pull." "Straight pull. Sure." Ezra eyes you from across the pod, but if he reads anything in your face he doesn't say.

You botch a hand of pulls on Elee, the last drop before you tuck yourselves in for the Falnost pivot. It's a simple enough job, run your blade along the sagittal sutures and into the soft meat without nicking the inner membrane. It's a bit like taking the pit out of an avocado, says Ez, and you and Cee just exchange a look. You don't know what an avocado is and you doubt Cee does either, Ezra likes to make mention of weird Old-terran things he's encountered. The sixth pull you hose Ezra reaches and grips your wrist, stilling the trembling of your hand.

"Keep the perimeter," he says. "We're losing the light." And you nod, relieved. There are a few middling predators on Elee, but nothing worth fussing over. He's giving you an out. Later that night when you're back at camp settling in, Cee already absorbed in her music, writing out a story in her battered journal, Ezra reaches across the space between your cots and pokes you to get your attention. You dog-ear your page in the shitty espionage thriller you picked up on The Pug. You've been expecting this.

"Something's bothering you." Says Ezra. A statement. Not a question.

"I'm fine."

"You're not. You've been nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs since we shoved off Arlen. I've never seen you do so poorly on a pull--"

"So prorate me. Adjust my cut. It's fine."

"It's not about the cut, Artichoke," Ezra shakes his head, "It's not about the pull. Since I've hired you on I've rarely seen you so rattled. I understand wanting to cast off the place you came from but this seems like something more." He folds his hand around yours, smoothing his thumb over your rough knuckles, squeezing your fingers in his.

"Talk to me," he says.

"Please,"he says. And you do. You tell him about how you were the unwanted daughter, a problem to be solved, find her a man and she'll settle down, even though you only had eyes for the skies for the bright star of the bench, for the etched lines of drop-ships screaming in across the black.

"This armor. The rail-gun. It's not mine," you say, "I stole it from my brother. I skimmed enough to buy me off world and then I took what was his and I ran. I can't go back there. They'll KNOW me. They'll find me, they won't let me leave--"

"You are crew," says Ezra, "Signed and sealed. They can't hold you--"

"They've put bounty on me," you say, "I read it on the drop-net. The money's good--"

"Artichoke. Stop." His hand grips yours tight, squeezing almost to the point of pain. "You have your papers. You are registered crew aboard our fair vessel. They cannot legally detain-- "

"The bounty's 17c-scrip to points--" He drops your hand and reaches for you. You flinch back, he curls his hand around your nape and pulls you close, presses his forehead against yours. If this was suit work he would be tapping his face-plate against yours, a gesture that can mean anything from I know this is a rough one we'll talk when we get back to camp or hey dumbass you're on the wrong channel. This? This is different, and you're not sure how. He keeps you there a beat, and you feel yourself settle some.

"I'm not gonna sell you," says Ezra and draws back so he can look at you, "Kevva, what kind of folk've you been running with?" You shake your head. Ezra's question answers itself.

"If they come for me, don't tell Cee okay? Let her think I got homesick and decided to stay. I don't want to scare her."

"That's not going to happen," says Ezra. He grips your shoulder and gives a little shake, "Look at me. You are crew. No one gets left behind. Not you, not me, not Cee. We clear?" When you meet his eyes, you see nothing but concern, little furrow digging itself between his brows, worry lines bunching themselves across his forehead. You study him, peer into his eyes. There is sadness there too, and you think maybe he knows what it is to be screwed over for a half-hand of points on a pull.

"Yeah. Okay. Clear."

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Do all the questions for kal please he's my babygirl my skrunkly

oh god ok. this will get long.

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

if we're counting platonic then absolutely he's in love with jarmo and has been as long as he's known him. i think he was probably in love with syvne and wasn't too great at showing it. he took his time getting over it but they stayed friends during that time and it sort of faded naturally. and obviously he's in love with orion and is also pretty bad at expressing that but ori gets the message i think.

❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?

tbh the only examples of this having to be relevant in his life are his family and syvne. he and syv parted on good terms simply because she wanted kids and he didn't. he was so against it mostly because of his family and not wanting to mess his own kids up like his parents did to him. i don't think he would take syv back as long as they still fundamentally disagreed on that, but he did become a stepdad a few years later so idk. in another life i guess. as for his family, that's a matter of abuse (and apologetics thereof) so. yeah. bit of a dealbreaker. he would be willing to forgive eevi if she ever actually changed but she isn't going to.

💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

he doesn't come off as affectionate unless you know what you're looking for. with his friends, affection comes in the form of hanging out and making dumbass jokes; with his family, he is Not Affectionate At All; with ori it's more in the form of like. little touches i think? he's not one to initiate Kissy Cuddly Mwah Mwah but it's more. his hand on his back, his head on his shoulder, that kind of thing. and the hanging out and the dumbass jokes.

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

liked colours: blue, grey, brown, cream disliked colours: like neons i guess liked textures: paper, smooth metal, mechanical keyboard disliked textures: many. Autistic King Under Constant Fucking Attack. liked music: just about anything disliked music: he has a bit of a complex about not liking top 40 stuff but even that's negotiable liked weather: storms, snow as long as he can still get around ok, like sunny and breezy at once so it's not too hot or too cold disliked weather: very hot sun, snow too thick for his wheelchair to handle liked animals: birds in general but especially corvids, pigeons, swallows, and just about any bird he gets to see day to day. also cats. disliked animals: bugs

🍊 What is your OC’s favourite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes?

meal: just a bunch of bread and cheese and cold cuts and maybe some smoked fish to pick at and combine as he pleases. snack: apples, specifically Fucking Raw Granny Smiths. reminds him of his friends <3. also bread. dessert: pastries, pies, sweet breads, that kind of thing. especially with apples or berries. drink (non alcoholic): coffee drink (alcoholic): he's an insufferable wine guy. vodka neat if he's sad.

What is your OC’s most hated food? Stuff they can’t stand to eat or drink?

avocado (<- he is projecting because he can't think of anything)

🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!).

jarmo. self explanatory.

Who does your OC absolutely hate, the one person who they’d sell to Satan for one corn chip? Why do they loathe this person so?

he claims eevi but tbh she's just an easier target than their parents and he's actually pretty willing to forgive her if she ever made the effort.

📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun?

horror films (including real life horrors that happen to have been caught on film), birds, linguistics, computer science

What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?

maybe doesn't bore him as such - he likes to see him having fun - but jarmo has tried to explain pro wrestling to him many times and he is completely incapable of getting it. and when ori talks about sports for that matter.

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

jarmo can usually make him laugh pretty easily. if that fails, there's always stress baking. he's not an especially happy person but he's pretty funny when he wants to be. he's a very good person to complain with. speaking of which:

🍋 Does your OC act petty and jealous easily? What sort of things make them feel like this and do they experience guilt for getting so worked up? How do they deal with these emotions when they get them? If your OC doesn’t feel like this often, why not?

god yes. he's a cunt. he's a little jealous in his romantic relationships, which is mostly a matter of insecurity, but it comes out in a pretty bitchy way. it's fairly harmless and orion mostly finds it funny. he's also just incapable of being polite if he finds someone unpleasant/annoying/obnoxious. he's just openly mean in a way he hopes you will think is a joke. he mostly doesn't feel that bad about it, unless he goes too far and it blows up in his face. empathy isn't his strong point.

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

he's pretty hard to shock after decades of brain-melting horror films. he doesn't get confused by complicated jargon or weird surreal art - he, in fact, loves that shit - but if you're deliberately making 0 sense to confuse him on purpose it will work. he's pretty easy to lie to, and if you pay him the right amount of compliments you can manipulate him pretty good. he's pretty trusting as long as you don't give him a reason not to be. he's a pretty honest person himself, maybe to a fault.

💛 In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control?

he likes to think he's in control of his emotions but actually what he's doing is called "repression" and is the result of "a childhood spent being punished for having a human reaction to the things being done to him"

🌳 Compare your OC to themself from 10 years ago. How has their mental state changed since then, how have they aged and grown up? Would they say they’re in a better place than they were back then or do they need help? What advice would they give their younger self? What advice would their younger self give to them now?

ok i'm going for 20 years ago because i don't really have as good as a grasp on kal's 30s as i do his late teens-early 20s. kal in his early 20s was peak horror freak - he was already into it via VCRs swapped between the same gaggle of edgelords at boarding school, but after he moved out and got his own computer he could finally watch Even Worse Shit with the power of online. he was only a few years fresh from his accident and his coping strategy of choice was Rotten Dot Com - plus a few things he'd picked up at school (namely drinking too much, not eating enough, and isolating himself). now at 43 he's been in and out of therapy for a very long time, he's started appreciating horror for the Art vs disturbing himself for the sake of disturbing himself, he talks to his friends and has a healthier relationship with food. he's doing way better than he was, and though he's still a mess of a man he's coping alright. he's replaced most of the self-destructive shit with stress baking, though he never quite stopped drinking. his advice to his younger self would be something along the lines of "stop doing the things you are doing". his younger self is in no place to give advice to anyone.

🍏 Does your OC have any triggers? What is the history behind these triggers and are they related to any disorders or mental illnesses? In what ways does your OC react to being triggered?

being in cars (after the accident - this is pretty easy to avoid since he doesn't really go anywhere), being talked down to (he doesn't really call it a trigger and more thinks of it as something he's just sensitive about, but it is absolutely a leftover from his upbringing), diet culture shit (he had a bit of an eating disorder in his teens - he's mostly over it by this point but it can flare up if it's given a reason to)

🥝 What does a bad mental health day look like for your OC? Walk us through it with them. What kind of things can help them out of this slump and what kinds of things comfort them when they start to feel like this?

he'll usually just stay in bed the whole time. he works freelance and from home so he can get away with it quite easy. jarmo's usually the one to give him a shake - he'll put him in the shower or send him to walk hedvig or just talk to him for a while. it doesn't always work but it helps.

🍐 What is your OC’s mentality? Are they overall positive? Negative? A bit of both? Describe their thought patterns and reasoning behind their choice making!

he's overall pretty negative and prone to catastrophising. a small problem will become a big problem in his head very very quickly, but he's also a programmer first and foremost and when he needs to take a step back and Solve The Problem he will. after like an hour of going insane. his process is like little problem -> oh no -> big problem -> become the joker -> have a little drinky of water and talk to jarmo -> oh ok i just needed to do xyz -> repeat.

💚 Talk about some of the traumatic events in your OC’s life. These events can be ones that have happened to them or a loved one. These events can be minor or major.

as a kid, his parents were emotionally and verbally abusive. they constantly compared him to his sister, who was Socially Awkward Child Prodigy autistic where he was more Having Meltdowns And Not Talking autistic. his hometown was extremely white and extremely conservative, so even when he could get away from his parents he had that shit to deal with. when he was 11 his parents sent him and his sister to boarding school in france. after several years of having to deal not only with french people but with rich french people, his mental health declined, culminating in him getting very drunk, stealing a teacher's car, and crashing it, paralysing himself from the waist down in the process. he was expelled and stuck in his parents house for several months, where they were their usual delightful selves about their son's new disability. he also spent his late teens and early twenties absolutely fucking himself in the brain with the most disturbing movies he could find.

💧 What is the earliest memory your OC can recall? Do they know what their first words were or remember where they took their first steps? Do they have any mementos of their childhood they’ve kept such as a stuffed toy or tiny baby clothes?

it's hazy, but his earliest memory is being 5 years old in the school playground and having a chubby kid covered in scrapes a little older than him start talking his ear off. nobody really remembers his first steps but he and that same kid remember what his first words were because he was about 7 at the time. "jarmo, shush. eurasian tree sparrow." jarmo proceeded to lose his absolute shit, scaring away said eurasian tree sparrow.

🌠 Who was your OC’s first friend? Do they remember them or are they still friends now? Talk about some of the people your OC has lost contact with over the years. Do they have any regrets about losing these people and would they revist them if they could?

jarmo is his bestie forever age 5 to the GRAVE bitch. also a few years ago his family started noticing how he was avoiding them, leading to a huge fight where eevi inevitably took their side. he and eevi lost touch after that. he would reconnect if she changed but she isn't going to.

💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?

as a little kid he probably wanted to do something with birds, and then as a teenager he wanted to make horror films. then the modern day started coming to his time capsule of a home town, he realised big directors don't come out of rural finland and he was pretty good with computers, and he ended up going into computer science. he's given up on being a director at this point, but he's also been growing disillusioned with the tech industry. some day he'll quit being a freelance software dev and start making cool indie horror games by himself, but that's a long way away right now.

🌀 Where is your OC from? Where were they born? Do they still live there, if not why did they move? If they still live in the area how has it changed since their childhood? How many places has your OC lived in and where has been their favourite?

he was born and raised in a small rural town in finland with huge class divides (that, all things considered, worked out pretty nicely for his family) and a fascism problem (that did not). jarmo and iisakki left around the same time as his accident, and when they got back in touch he jumped at the chance to leave his shit parents behind and live with his besties in helsinki. he has lived in this small town, a fancy boarding school in france, and helsinki. the only one he likes is helsinki.

💤 What was your OC like as a baby, a child and as a teen? (if your OC is a teen or a child, what will they be like as an adult?). How have they changed since then? What lessons have they learned and what things about their youth do they miss the most? Do they have any general regrets?

baby: quiet, chill baby, except if there's noises. child: shy. bookish. doesn't start talking until he's like 7. easily overwhelmed, prone to meltdowns when he is. fights with eevi a lot. inseparable from jarmo. obsessed with birds. teen: fucking edgelord. into true crime and is weird about it. the most bulliable boy in school. has a ridiculous growth spurt that leaves him able to buy alcohol and rent fucked up movies very easily at like 14. barely on speaking terms with eevi most of the time. makes himself some pocket money selling on those fucked up movies. could've had it absolutely made if he'd branched out into selling porn but he was in it for the love of the art.

he's gotten a little more normal. he deeply regrets most of his teen edgelord phase but he stands by the horror movie black market because it was funny. he's still obsessed with birds.

🍇 Day or Night? Sun or Rain? Summer or Winter?

night, rain, winter

🛍️ Function or Aesthetic? Skirts or Pants? Heels or Flats?

function, both, flats

🔮 Star gazing or cloud watching? Hand-holding or snuggles? Early mornings or late nights?

stars, snuggles, late nights

💜 Music or Silence? Swords or Spells? Cities or Nature?

music, spells, cities

🍆 Tea or Coffee or Hot Chocolate? Sweet or Spicy? Fruits or Vegetables?

coffee, sweet, vegetables

🌸 What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?

he has a very deep, soft voice. he laughs very quietly, from his nose or throat. he's a great singer though he doesn't think he is. when he's speaking english he tries to enunciate very clearly and hide his finnish accent, but it gets thicker if he's tired or emotional.

🎀 Do they wear a specific accessory with a special meaning behind it? What is their usual fashion sense like? What do they wear when they want to be comfortable and what do they wear when they’re going to a fancy party? Or do they just not care?

his usual fashion sense is practical and professional, that kind of tech-bro stylish-in-a-boring-way. all muted colours and turtlenecks. he's been trying out more feminine clothes of late - he's always had a certain gnc quois, he wears subtle makeup fairly regularly, but fully dressing the part is a different matter. he has blouses and skirts tucked away but he doesn't really have the confidence to wear them out or around people other than maybe jarmo.

💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why?

kal's come to really like his wrinkles. after being so scared of ageing his whole adult life, doing his gay little patrick bateman skincare routine, he's gotten to middle age and found he actually looks quite distinguished. jarmo likes his nose. orion likes his concave little ass.

🌺 Does your OC have any tattoos or other body art? Does their body art have any specific meaning behind it? Do they have any scars? How did they get those scars? Any birthmarks?

on his upper left arm he has a tattoo of a granny smith on its branch. it's the same one jarmo and iisakki both have. they got them tattooed when they were all around 20. struggling with the adjustment from his hometown to helsinki, kalevi attempted suicide (so, yes, he has a good few scars too). after taking him to hospital jarmo and iisakki were at a loss as to what to do, so they got in the car and drove for 6 hours to the orchard they all used to steal from as children. they stole a huge crate of apples for kalevi and brought them back to him, after which kalevi made the decision to get better and booked his first therapy appointment

🌷 In what ways would your OC alter their body if they could? How would they do it using mundane means (hair dye, surgery, make-up?). What is their ideal look for themself?

he has periods of time where he considers getting his ears pierced and then he doesn't. honestly, he prefers not to stand out too much.

#oc tag #kalevi

[sunflowerim]

I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 42

Weekend 8

When you want time to slow down, it happens to roll faster. Saturday had arrived in the blink of an eye.

"As much as I like having you, don't you think you gotta talk to Lou?" Niall said Saturday morning, handing Harry his cup of coffee. Harry had taken to crash at Niall's place random times of the day since the uneventful incident on Wednesday. Not a single text exchanged with Louis. And lots of media training.

"And say what exactly?" Harry replied coldly, taking the cup from Niall, "that I have to stoop so low for the publicity of my movie?"

"First of all, stop that. Celebrities need publicity and you're new to this field and it'll do you good with the general public. But yeah I don't consciously agree with the whole "stunt" thing," Niall frowned, "and that's why I want you to talk to Louis. Explain stuff to him before he gets the wrong idea."

"No Niall you don't understand."

"Then enlighten me."

"It's all very new to me okay. My feelings for Louis. Me coming to terms with my sexuality. It's all new. And I'm scared Ni. I really am."

"H, but you told me Louis likes you too right? And I know him man, he's a good friend before everything else. He'll understand."

"Louis didn't have a very good image of me okay- and it took me some time to make him trust me, and to low-key make him believe that my media image isn't me. Trust me, I don't have it in me to tell him that I'm a guy who fakes a relationship for the sake of promo. I value relationships man and he does too. So if it's making me angry, rest assured he'll be pissed too."

"God Harry you're overthinking. You never cared what people thought of you."

"Louis isn't people Niall."

"Then TALK TO HIM."

"I don't want him to hate me."

"He will not. Trust me."

"And it's not just that," Harry fumbled with the coffee cup, "Taylor is involved too. And you know how Louis worships Taylor, I don't want him to think less of his idol either. It'll crush him."

"But it's not your fault Harry, and I think it'll be easier for you guys if he knew it was for show."

"I suppose you're right Niall, but I don't have it in me to tell him. He'll think of me as a shallow spineless celebrity. Again."

"You're being paranoid."

"And you're not being a good friend," Harry said, setting down the cup rather too hard.

Niall softened at that and said soothingly, "ok how about this, today's a Saturday. Go to Louis', spend some time with him and just skip this topic. You're missing him. I'm sure he's missing you too."

"How will I face him after what I did last time?"

"Just go on with whatever story you made up that day, since you don't wanna tell him the truth," Niall said, sounding a little disappointed.

"I hate lying to him," Harry replied sadly.

"Ok I'm running out of options here. Just go meet him alright, everything will be fine."

"Fine," Harry sighed, "if you say so," Harry said getting up.

And he drove off to Louis'.

-

Back in the apartment, Louis was distractedly stirring his fourth cup of tea. It was 11a.m. and he hadn't had any breakfast owing to the fact that his helper was on a sick leave and he didn't feel like ordering either. Clifford was kept prodding his knees, probably sensing Louis' sad demeanor.

He was wondering whether he should just visit his sister for lunch when the bell rang. Louis' heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be Harry could it, Louis thought with a start. No that'd be absurd. Harry had possibly lied to him, abandoned him and ignored him for three days. Why would he come here now.

With his heart in his throat, Louis opened the door. And there standing with his silly gorgeous green eyes and stupid beautiful curls was Harry.

Louis' heart sank to his stomach.

"Hi Lou," Harry said slowly, eyes struggling to look into Louis'.

"Um hi?" Louis asked still standing at the door.

"Can I come in?"

Louis was so lost in his thoughts that he missed the question. His mind was burning with questions. Why was Harry here? To apologise probably. He surely had a reason for his behaviour last day and Louis will listen to whatever Harry has to say.

Harry cleared his throat and repeated, "Will you not let me in Lou?"

Louis' mind came back to the boy in front of him and he moved aside to let Harry in without saying a word.

Clifford leapt up to Harry and barked madly with joy. He was clearly missing his friend.

"Ah good to see you too Cliffy," Harry said, bending low and scratching Clifford's fur.

He stood up again, facing Louis, "I'm really sorry for the other day Louis. It's just I couldn't find a way out." Harry's eyes kept flickering down to his hands, which he was nervously wringing. Still lying, Louis thought.

"Are you sure it wasn't something else?" Louis asked in a calm voice.

"No," Harry replied, still looking down.

"Okay then," Louis said, walking over to the couch and picking up his cup of tea again. "Make yourself comfortable," he said before sitting down himself.

"You're having tea now? How many cups have you had already?" Harry asked.

"This might be my third one." Louis wasn't looking at Harry either. He kept his attention on his phone.

"I'm sure you haven't had any breakfast."

"And?" Louis looked at Harry and raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing. I'll make you some," Harry said, walking over to the kitchen.

Louis didn't find it in his heart to stop him. Maybe if Harry was trying to fall back in their normal habits, he'd eventually talk about whatever the fuck was going on.

Louis didn't join him in the kitchen where Clifford kept running around Harry. He stayed in the couch listening to Clifford and Harry's conversation. Clifford had missed him. Louis had too, but he'd eat avocados sooner than admit that.

Harry made a quick breakfast and called Louis over. Louis ate in silence, aware of Harry's intense gaze on him but every time he looked up, Harry would look away.

"Okay, are you gonna tell me what's bothering you?" Louis snapped.

"Wha- nothing. Nothing." Harry stammered.

Louis took a deep breath to calm himself. "Sorry for that. You know what, take your time. I'm here. I'll listen whenever you're ready."

And Harry could've kissed him, but he kept himself in check. He'd probably had lost his privileges. Louis was so understanding, Harry didn't deserve him.

"I just wanted to spend some time with you and maybe watch a movie."

"Oh yeah," said Louis, remembering something, " the last one's left, I'll put it on."

Louis didn't set up the projector this time. He simply connected the player to the television and settled back in the couch as Avengers Endgame started playing.

Harry didn't know about Louis, but he could hardly focus on the movie himself. His mind kept replaying his previous visits to the apartment, to various funny incidents, to some heart warming ones, to last weekend-

No. Harry couldn't think about it. That hurt. He couldn't imagine how Louis must be feeling at that time.

The movie was showing Iron Man tucking his daughter in bed and his daughter saying, 'I love you 3000'.

Harry glanced sideways to see that Louis had a little smile playing on his lips. Harry made a mental note to remember that it probably held importance to him.

Harry kept fidgeting in his place and in a few minutes, Louis had paused the movie.

"What's wrong Harry?"

Harry didn't know what to say so he kept staring at the motionless character in the television.

"Is this about last weekend?" Louis continued, "Did I cross the line? Do you regret it? Because if so I'm really sorry about that."

Harry looked at Louis with a horrified expression on his face, trying to ignore the pang of sadness it was causing him to know that Louis thought that way.

"Regret? What? No Louis. I don't regret anything. I could never," Harry said earnestly, hoping Louis would understand.

"Then why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm not-" Harry replied, sounding unsure.

"You are Harry. You're making me feel like I was some random hookup for you and trust me, it doesn't feel good." Louis' voice broke.

It made Harry miserable, seeing Louis like that and he wondered for a brief moment if he should take Niall's advice and tell Louis everything. Louis' presence made the decision easier. He was ready to blabber everything to Louis when his phone rang. Fucking Manager.

"Hello," said a gruff voice from the other side.

"Yeah?" said Harry irritably.

"Where are you?"

"That's none of your business it is?"

"Turns out it is. Did you forget about your outing with Taylor?"

"Ofcourse I didn't. It was on 3rd of July," Harry wanted to punch his manager.

"Which happens to be today."

"Wha-" Harry quickly moved his phone from his ear and checked the date on the lockscreen. July 3rd, 2021. Harry wanted to punch himself. "Okay yeah, um, I didn't notice the date, so uh, is there any way we can postpone this? I'm really busy right now-"

"Taylor is already here. The car is waiting outside your house. So, no."

"Damn it. I mean yeah-"

"Hurry up."

"Yeah I'm coming."

Louis obviously could hear only one side of the conversation and he clearly understood that Harry had to leave. Again.

Harry turned to look at Louis, his eyes apologetic, but Louis looked away.

"Lou-"

"It's alright, just go okay."

"I'm sorry about this."

"Sure you are," Louis replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"What- what's that supposed to mean?"

"Are you sure you're not doing this intentionally?"

"How could you even think that?"

"I'm trying to understand the situation Harry. In two months we became closer than ever, so what exactly did I do in the last few days for you to avoid me. I'm sure it's not work related problem, because then you'd have told me."

"No Lou you don't understand-"

"I think I do."

"Lou please, you have to believe me, whatever I'm doing, it's because I don't wanna hurt you."

"Well, guess what, you already did."

Harry tried to reach out for Louis but he moved back a few steps, away from Harry's touch. "Just leave Harry."

Harry's face fell at the last words. He tried to speak again, to make Louis understand, but no words came out and eventually he thought it best to leave. With great difficulty he made his way towards the door and left.

And after a while, Louis left for the gym to channel his frustration to someplace useful. He didn't let himself feel sad about the fact that him and Harry were no longer close, that some unknown barrier had introduced itself in between.

The Next Day

Zayn was overjoyed to see the mail. He could actually see Louis' face as he told him about it. Louis would be thrilled. And his designs on Harry! He had some amazing outfit ideas for Harry. Zayn remembered that the first time he'd heard about Harry being his client he'd refrained from telling Louis about it because back then Louis wasn't exactly on pleased at Harry's existence in general. But now that he was absolutely smitten by Harry, this was going to be nice.

He set off for Louis' at once deciding to surprise him with the news being oblivious to everything that was going on between Louis and Harry.

He stopped by McDonald's drive-thru to grab Louis' favourite milkshake and hash browns.

Harry knew what was coming and he couldn't hold himself back anymore. Louis would be seeing the article soon. He couldn't imagine what Louis was going to think about him. Once again, he felt courage build up in his stomach. He was gonna tell Louis. He dashed to his car and drove off before his paranoia returned.

Back in Louis' apartment, things weren't looking that good. Louis had forgotten that he'd turned on twitter notifications for Harry's update account. So, when his phone vibrated with a notification, he clearly wasn't prepared enough to absorb whatever he was seeing. He hastily clicked on the notification and froze at the contents of the screen.

Louis was stunned. He waited for a few seconds before he clicked on "undo retweet". No he wasn't gonna mope about Harry, Harry who simply didn't ever care about Louis, Harry who kept lying to him. Louis shuddered to think about all those times he thought him and Harry actually had something. Was Harry lying through it all? He couldn't think about it anymore. No,no, no. He won't think about Harry. He won't let him affect him. Enough of all that shit. He sat frozen in his spot in the couch when the bell rang.

Louis absent-mindedly made his way to the door. His heart sank when he saw who was standing outside. Harry.

"Louis believe me! It's not what it looks like," Harry said, panic stricken.

"Get out of here," Louis' ocean blue eyes bore a thunder like expression, his voice steely.

"Lou I'm sorry."

"As you should be."

"Louis, pl-"

"You broke my heart Harry Styles."

"But-"

"Good. Fucking. Bye." Slam.

Louis shut the door in Harry's face and slowly made his way back to the couch. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

No sooner did he fall back on the couch than Clifford came running to him. He leapt up on Louis' lap and Louis broke down.

"Harry broke our heart Cliffy," he said between sobs. "He never liked us. It was all a big lie."

Clifford lapped up the tears keen on making Louis stop crying, but Louis went on and on. "We shouldn't have made friends with him. Such a waste!" Louis hugged Clifford tightly and Clifford made a sad whimper and settled his head on Louis' shoulder.

For a few minutes, no other sound could be heard in the apartment other than Louis' sobs and hiccups.

Suddenly the bell rang again. Clifford jumped from his lap and began sniffed around the door. Thinking it was Harry, Louis decided to ignore it but then the bell rang twice again and Clifford started to bark happily. Louis wiped his tears and walked up to the door and there stood Zayn grinning ear to ear and holding a McDonald's pack, but his grin faded when he saw Louis' tear stained face and red-rimmed eyes.

Louis flung himself on Zayn and began crying again. Zayn hugged back the shaking sobbing mess in his arms and asked slowly, "hey hey Lou, what happened? I'm here. Tell me."

"Harry-", that's the only word Zayn could make out from Louis' muffled sobs.

"What about Harry?"

Louis stepped back from the hug and pulled out his phone. He showed Zayn the tweet and Zayn was equally shocked. "What the fuck is this? What? No this can't be true. I'm sure this is some rumour. Remember he told you once, how he's set up with every girl he's spotted with."

"It's not just that-" Louis replied before breaking down again.

"Hey ,hey please don't cry. You know what, let's go for a drive. Let's get you out of here and you can tell me everything that happened."

Louis silently nodded and bringing Clifford out of the house, locked the door behind him. Dropping Clifford off at the dog park, so he could play with his friends, Zayn drove off with Louis.

Zayn offered him the milkshake and and hash browns and let him eat in silence as Louis slowly regained his composure. One by one, Louis told Zayn everything that had been happening, from the day out with Harry, Theo and Lux, to the sudden change in behaviour two days later, to yesterday's almost argument to Harry showing up today after the article was dropped.

Zayn listened in silence and tried to make sense of what Louis was saying. The incidents didn't add up. He'd really taken a liking to Harry and he couldn't process that Harry would do something like that.

But then again, the sight of his best friend sitting miserable next to him, was making his heart harden towards Harry. He tried to reason with Louis, who refused to listen to anything. Zayn sighed and asked, "music?" hoping that'd calm Louis a bit and help Zayn think.

Zayn tuned in to the radio and a soft melody sounded,

"I want her long blond hair

I want her magic touch

Yeah, 'cause maybe then

You'd want me just as much

I've got a girl cru-"

One look at Louis' face and Zayn slammed the music shut.

Why was everything so difficult?!

Zayn had driven them to a club on the outskirts of the city. The club was pretty famous but owing to it's high maintenance, was mostly accessed by celebrities or people connected to celebrities and was much less crowded compared to the other. Well, a quiet cafe would have been nice too except, now that more people knew Louis and connected him to Harry, if anyone spotted Louis like this, it'd raise an issue. Hence, a club with dim lights and loud music it was.

Zayn led Louis to booth and after making sure Louis was a bit stable, went off to buy drinks.

Zayn didn't drink because he had to drive Louis back but after 3 rounds of drinks Louis was feeling lightheaded, but at the same time, it was very distracting. Zayn kept talking to him about different topics, not bringing up Harry until Louis did that himself.

Eventually Louis started talking.

"I don't understand one thing Zee," he slurred, "that if this was indeed some rumour, why didn't he talk to me? He was clearly avoiding me this week."

Zayn knew whatever he said won't have much of an effect on him, so he just kept rubbing soothing circles on Louis' back. Talking for so long had efficiently tired Louis out and he asked to be taken back home when suddenly,

"Louis! Zayn!"

The duo looked up see a blond haired someone walking towards them, but they couldn't make out the face. It wasn't until the person was right in front if them and the lights fell directly on the face that they made out who it was. Taylor Swift.

Taylor smiled down at the two boys who stared unblinkingly at her, unable to say a word.

"Hi? You guys okay? Can I join you?"

Zayn came back to his senses and smiled, "yeah sure."

Taylor joined them in the booth and looked at Louis again, who was still staring with a blank expression at Taylor.

"What's up with him?" Taylor asked Zayn.

Zayn looked at Louis and then back again at Taylor, "uh, nothing, just work stress. We just came to get some steam off." There's no way he could tell what really had happened.

"Huh, tell me about it. I'm so tired with all the promo work," she replied.

And that's when it hit him. Taylor was dating Harry too. Up until now, he was just thinking about it from Louis' point of view and thinking about how Harry broke Louis' heart but now it dawned on him that it meant Taylor was involved too. Taylor, the person Zayn had liked for quite some time and had to bury his feelings for the sake of his profession.

Here he was, consoling his friend, trying to mend his broken heart, when the reason his own heart ached had decided to grace them with a visit. Things couldn't be worse. Zayn pushed down the pang of sadness he was feeling and tried to think of something to say when Louis started sobbing again. Taylor's presence seemed to have reminded him about Harry.

Louis didn't take Harry's name but went on and on about a certain someone who'd broken his heart. Taylor listened with interest and tried to console him best as she could. Her words were actually effective on Louis who had eventually stopped crying and was listening with rapt attention to Taylor. Zayn himself tried to take in some of the advice, and surprisingly it was good. Taylor really had the magical ability to comfort sad people.

After a while Louis got more drunk and insisted on taking a picture with Taylor and Zayn happily complied because Louis' mind was finally off Harry's.

Soon they bid their goodbyes and left the club, and Zayn drove back with a less sad but slightly drunk Louis.

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When Louis shut the door on Harry's face, he didn't see how crestfallen Harry looked. He didn't see how Harry ran to his car, barely able to control his tears, which had started falling incessantly thinking that Louis hated him. Harry drove to his apartment, not wanting to face Niall. He knew what Niall would say, I told you to talk to Louis. You should have listened.

No, Harry needed to be alone for a while.

Dave, Harry's personal assistant, noticed something was off and made a whole flask of hot chocolate for Harry and quietly slipped it in his room.

Harry spend quite some time drinking the hot chocolate and thinking about the good times he'd spent with Louis when his phone rang with a notification.

Harry was taken by surprise. What on earth was Louis doing with Taylor? Especially today? What could have possibly happened for them to hang out and for Louis to even post a picture?

Probably Harry was the only person he hated, probably he adored Taylor way too much to think bad of her. Whatever might be the case, Harry was sure of one thing- Louis hated him and Harry had lost his chance at love. Yes, love.

At this point Harry knew, that he was head over heels in love with Louis and he had ended up hurting him.

He'd lost Louis, probably forever.

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Planes Pt2 - Shawn Mendes

Summary: Unaware of who the handsome boy seated next to you is, the two of you start talking…

A/N: So thankful for all the positive feedback. I didnt know it’d be such a hit but I’m so excited. Hope you like it. 

 Part 1, Part 3

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Fuck my parents would kill me if I bought a guy home. How is he actually going to stay at mine? You thought to yourself as something else dawned on you.

"I u-um live in a sharehouse with a few others." 

"Oh," he realises, looking down awkwardly, "I guess that's a no?" 

"I mean you can if you want to, but you'd have to share a room with me…" An uncomfortable silence settles over. Your eyes glancing around everywhere while trying to avoid the gazes of others that passed by. You shifted from one foot to another, your hand playing with the bracelet on your wrist. 

"If it's too much of a hassle that's okay, I can stay at the airport for the night and wait for my manager." He says, breaking the silence. Shawn knew that this was definitely overstepping his boundaries as a stranger but his manager had booked the hotel for the wrong night and he didn't have any relatives or friends in LA. He had slept in an airport before but today he was alone with no security. You looked around again at the sleeping figures, awkwardly laying on the seats, almost falling. You didn't like the idea of him sleeping in the airport for the night. 

"I think it'd be uncomfortable if you stayed here," you started as you turned back around to face him. He gives you a smile that just seems so sweet with a small amount of shyness as his one dimple crinkles. 

"Thanks Y/N, I owe you one," And he grabs your hand as he says this, intertwining your fingers again as you start walking over to the luggage collection area.

"Yeah, you do." 

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The driver gets out the car, shuts his door and looks at his passengers. His eyes widen in recognition. Shawn, who's standing a little behind you, quickly places a hand to his lips, signalling to stay quiet. The driver understands immediately as he walks over to grab the luggage and says good morning. 

"Good morning," You reply as Shawn opens the back door to the taxi for you to go in first. You quickly thank him and chuck your small backpack in before hopping in. 

"I'll be right back," Shawn shuts the door and walks to the trunk to help the driver with the luggage. You hear him laugh and the driver talking but it's too hard to make out the exact words of the conversation. 

You two took the taxi home, hands still linked the entire way. The taxi driver was an older man who was a local in LA. You learnt of his 2 daughters who were also living in LA, studying in the arts area. The driver continued making small talk with you and Shawn in the back seats to which Shawn did most of the talking. The majority of the time you were staring out at the window. The streets were still busy regardless of the time, filled with people roaming and cars honking. The driver continued pointing out famous landmarks and must-dos to Shawn. _________

Unlocking the door to your room, you pushed it open quickly and then pulled it back to a peek almost immediately. From the quick open and shut, Shawn and you saw the state your room was in. It was a mess from the last minute packing you did a few days ago. It looked like a drunken cyclone had hit near your closet. Clothes were strewed everywhere, the unmade bed was piled with notebooks, textbooks, pens and stuffed toys. Your calculator had dropped on a pile of clothes on the floor with its batteries scattered around. You internally screamed at the mess and at what he was seeing. 

You turned to look at him, not realising he stood directly behind you and accidentally bumped into him. You could feel the heat growing in your cheeks. You were extremely embarrassed by your untidy room and there was nowhere to hide.

"Shawn, do you mind waiting at the door for a sec? I've just got to quickly clean up some things," You whisper, not looking up at his eyes. 

"Oh, yeah sure." He says, running his hands through his hair awkwardly before placing his guitar case down beside him. He steps back from the door frame and pretends to look busy on his phone as you close the door but not completely. You quickly look for the laundry basket hiding somewhere in the room. Pulling the basket out from the corner of your room, you quickly scoop up piles of clothing from the floor and dump them in. You grab as many books as you can hold and mumble a swear as a textbook drops from your hands. Shawn chuckles to himself as he hears a loud thump and your cursing. A few minutes pass and you feel the room is now presentable. 

"You can come in." You huffed, slightly out of breath as you open the door to let him in. "I u-uh don't have a couch or anything and I only have a king single.." you drift off, slightly confused at where you're leading this conversation. Completely amused by your stuttering state he suppresses a laugh as quietly as he can. 

"It's okay, I don't mind taking the floor." He says as he grabs a blanket from the bottom of the bed, "I'm thankful already not to be sleeping amongst the sound of plane engines." He finishes.

"Are you sure? I don't have anything important tomorrow so like I can sleep all of tomorrow if I want," you begin to ramble, feeling guilty about the situation. 

"It's okay, really, I don't mind the floor. I sleep pretty much anywhere and everywhere when I work." Shawn grabs his bags and guitar from the corridor and brings them in your room, placing them in a corner. You shuffle over to your closet quickly searching for something to wear to sleep. Shawn does the same, flipping through his bag. He turns around to check if you're looking but he sees you rummaging through your closet. He doesn't bother saying anything as he quickly slips off his current shirt and chucks on a new one. 

You grab your clothes and excuse yourself to the bathroom, silently stepping out. The adrenaline of sneaking in a boy to your room was exhilarating. Especially since you had a crush growing on him. Your parents were strict on you and this would never have been allowed if they knew. You search for your toothbrush and swiftly finish your bedtime routine before taking a deep breath and brushing your hair quickly. 

When you walk back into your room, Shawn's changed into a pair of shorts and his laid out the blanket on the floor. You were lucky that all the blankets you owned were somewhat thicker than average.

"Cute PJs," he comments, looking at your pink baggy shirt and avocado shorts. 

"Thanks, it was a gift." You reply, shutting the room light and walking over to your bed, pulling the sheets back. 

"So you play guitar?" you ask, staring at the ceiling in the dark.

"Yeah I do." 

"Are you any good?" 

"I'd like to say so." He laughs, turning around to face you. You roll over to your side and look down making eye contact with him. "I'd play something for you now but it might wake your housemates." 

"Ah yeah, that's true," You were slightly guttered that you wouldn't be able to hear him play. Shawn sits up and turns to his other side and starts rummaging through his backpack. "How about I give you this," he pulls out a piece of paper and lanyard. 

"What is it?" you ask, sitting up on the bed and opening the bed lamp. 

"I have a small concert tomorrow evening, you should come." He says, handing it to you. You look at the ticket, Shawn Mendes World Tour. Mendes? That's his last name. You had been wondering what his full name was to stalk him on Facebook or Instagram. 

"I'd love to." You say, heart almost bursting internally. He chuckles and lies back down on the blanket bed. You place the items on the bedside table and shut the light. You were about to ask how many people were going as you reflect on the words World Tour but Shawn lets out a small yawn and breathes out deeply. You decide it's probably better to ask tomorrow. 

"Goodnight Y/N." 

"Night Shawn."

When you wake up in the morning you see that there's no one in the room. The sheets are neatly folded on your chair and notes beside you. You sit up, leaning against your bedframe as you read it. I didn't want to wake you when I left. When you come to the concert just go straight to the entrance. I've told my manager you're coming already. Shawn X. ______________

"OMG, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE SHAWN!" 

"THIS IS THE MOST EXCITING THING IN MY LIFE!" You hear all these people screaming things here and there, occasionally hearing Shawn's name. Completely confused by the situation, you wonder if you were in the wrong place.

Why's there so many people? Holy crap are they all here for Shawn? You began to think, trying to get to the entrance. There were dozens of rows of people standing and sitting in a line. You felt sort of guilty for just walking straight past them as they gave you dirty looks but Shawn had told you to go directly to the entrance when you arrived. You approached the security guard who was standing out the door. He barely looked at you before telling you to cue in line. 

"Excuse me, u-uh Shawn gave me this." You said, showing him the lanyard. 

He grabbed it from you and flipped it back and forth a few times before looking at you. He grabbed a walkie talkie from his belt and asked for confirmation from the security head and nodded. You see another security person inside the building open the door for you. 

"Miss Y/N?" he asks. You nod and he gestures for you to follow him. He takes you through the empty building, leading you to a stairwell. You're led down a flight of stairs and into a busy corridor where you see people with headsets and mics talking. The security guard leads you past them and stops in front of a door. 

You begin to feel a little excited to see Shawn as he knocks on the door. The guard moves aside and you open the door. Shawn's sitting on a highchair, guitar over his body as his strumming a few chords, humming to himself. 

"Are those people all waiting for you?" You say immediately as you see him. He looks up from his guitar and a smile beams upon his face as he sees you.

"Hi Y/N, how was your day?" He gets up from his seat and places the guitar down on its stand before walking over to you. He's wearing a simple dark blue button-up shirt and denim jeans. 

"Oh, it was good thanks." You reply as he greets you with a hug. He steps back and grabs your hands in his. 

"Can you meet me back here when the concert finishes? Just show security your lanyard and they'll take you." Your completely mesmerised by him at this moment and you can only nod in response. 

"Shawn! 10 minutes to stage!" Someone yells, banging on the door. 

"I gotta go now but come watch me. You'll be amazed by my skills. I promise." He smiles, a small smirk playing on his lips. He squeezes your hands a little before he grabs his guitar and walks out. 

You're completely dumbfounded at what was happening. You look at the ticket he had given you. It was a seat in the first few rows. Feeling the suspense kick in and hearing the screams outside, you walk out of the room to find the stage. The security guard who had directed you inside offers to show you the way back out and to the main arena. He leads you through the back and opens the door to the seats where it's almost pitch black. The noise in the arena was almost deafening as you hear only screams echoing. There are lights that illuminate against the aisles of the seats and you find your row in section B. 

Hearing the screams intensify suddenly as you take your seat, you look around and see a massive projector screen is being reeled down on stage. A short video plays and you see Shawn pop up on the screen. You completely drain out all the sounds and focus only on the images showing. And it ends with a sudden blank. 

"All it'd take is one flight, We'd be in the same time zone." And Shawn reveals himself as the projector goes up. 

Well fuck. You thought. 

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