#also yay some Soft for today and tomorrow to close out her crazy story

[idanwyn-et-al]

(XIV||22-19): Turn a Blind Eye.

(Continued from here.) (♪)

Kccck. Kccck-kccck-kccck.

Was he talking about killing nobles again? Kccck-ing them?

Error. Error. Port Sigma-Ypsilon-Alpha-Gamma-Alpha, alias unit SJAGA disconnected from Hyperstellar Downconverter Reserve Rho mainframe. Ending program ‘Sari’s Directive’. System.exit<0> . Reconfiguring armaments.

Kccck. Kcck-crack-crack.

Where am I? Oh...Sophia preserve...

Her hands flailed through the air. All was light; her eyes scorched by the blue. She felt Fotiá willingly dissipate, its aether flowing into her horn, returning its borrowed strength to its Caller.

“Oakmoss, we need to run!”

Crack-crack. Sloshing, followed by the sound of wet limbs slapping against glass.

“Miovont?” Her throat was singed raw, tamed levin of the facility’s memories already sinking into her mind; the dreams of the conquerors, dissipating before she could grasp them. Always thus, when she was connected. When she fulfilled the oath that had allowed for her line’s survival.

“Yeah, it’s me, Oakmoss. That dragon is waking up; something in my blood is calling it. Can you use aether travel?”

Use aether travel? She was barely present within her own body! Clawed hands flailed again; she found his tunic, but not quickly enough to stop her from falling to the floor. “The...wardsz...” She fought the nausea that sucked at the bottom of her esophagus, doing her best to ignore the sickening organic sounds emanating from the biocapsule.

Strong hands grasped her elbows, drawing her to her feet. Miovont draped her left arm over his shoulders, keeping his right arm encircled around her waist, using his legs to propel her forward. “Come on. Take a few steps. It’s going to break out any minute. Can you see?”

So many questions. Hadn’t she just answered a bunch of his questions? But that was...not her, not really. Befuddled, she did her best to aid him, taking a step here and there on her own when she could. The scent of cave mushrooms and silver moss informed her that the pair had arrived at the gap where the door had been. Oakmoss’s vision was still largely occluded by floating afterimages akin to those one gets when returning indoors on a sunny day. Miovont appeared and disappeared in flashes of bone-white and deep grey; her own robes were almost too bright to behold, even in the dark.

“We have to ward the door,” she managed. As if on cue, the sound of shattering glass filled the air, followed shortly by the slap of wet limbs in pursuit. Oakmoss frantically ran her hands over her many gems, knowing each one’s purpose by feel; none of warding. How could she have been so shortsighted? But there was no time for self-flagellation.

A hurried exchange between herself and the Dark Knight led to the latter prising free one of the gems set into her very flesh. These stones ran in two neat rows down the backs of her legs, where the backseam of fine stockings might cover them, were she to ever to own such things again. Desperation meant an oblong honey amber was now liberated from its organic setting, gouts of blood coursing over her velvet skin; the healing gem she’d forced within the wound couldn’t cleanse the blood that had already been spilled. “Pleasze do not think lessz of me for what I am about to do,” she pleaded with him, immediately wishing she hadn’t. Why should she care what he thought of her? Raw as she was, though, she hadn’t the strength for pretense.

“I won’t.” Following her directions after only the barest moment of hesitation, he added his own blood and intent to the yellow amber stone, holding it between thumb and forefinger before the point of her summoner’s horn. “Ready!”

Oakmoss channels a short burst of aether through the tip of her horn. "I kall tju!" she screams; only fury will carry her beyond the pain, make her incandescent. "Tju fell to my hand, and by my horn tju are szummoned! Guard thisz place as tju guarded tjour beliefs in life!"

The amber quivers within Miovont's hand; there's something fetal about those first twitches of promised life. As the confluence of magicks and intent hit the stone, it begins to expand, floating out of his hand towards the medial point of the opening where the doors once stood. A bubble grows like blown glass, the aether from her horn the fire that gives it shape and purpose. Within seconds, a great pane of amber covers the large opening, and within its center stands a male Viera, golden-haired and brown-skinned, wearing Rabanastran armaments. His eyes open, and look unflinchingly towards Oakmoss. "Witch," come his words, drenched in blood and hatred.

As she’d hoped, the Rava’s desire to exact revenge upon her proves his second undoing, just as it had his first. Miovont's intent fills the soldier's lungs, and he retches, then turns as if swimming in syrup to face the oncoming dragon. The horrifying mess of half-finished limbs slams into the amber as it catches sight of the soldier within it, and the two are locked in perpetual battle, the amber solidifying right as the soldier's sword connects with chimeric fangs.

The scene is all that remains in the pinpricks of Oakmoss’s vision; then, all fades to eigengrau.

--

He’d carried her so far. All the way back to the closest thing she had to a true home; her repurposed temple ruins behind a waterfall in a neglected part of the Lavender Beds. Why do I often use waterfalls as doors? He’d set her gently on the silken sofa she’d liberated from some forgotten estate, using her magicks to make it a more portable size.

When she awoke in her smallclothes, it was thanks to his having found the right healing potion on her messy shelves. As the draught coursed through her veins, it brought succor and shame in equal measure; she was fully awake, now, and wished only to forget. A glass of wine was not enough, but it was a good start. How much longer could she expect him to turn a blind eye to all she was continuing to unfold of herself before him?

"I wiszh I kould szay that Bjeldal deszerved his fate. To be entrapped and carried like that for yearsz. But...he wasz right about usz. He attacked my mother and I, when I wasz younger. Szaid we puszhed the magicks of the Wood too far; that we would bring the Allagan doom upon all." Her explanation sounds hollow, even within the safety of her reinhabited ruins. She does her best to suppress the memory of the golden-haired Rava; everything about him radiated the sun itself. Amber had been the only thing that would hold him. "I have alwaysz been trouble. I hope at leaszt today, it gained tju the knowledge that you were szeeking. And that tjour associatesz remain safe." The Viera looks to Miovont; after a moment, she is able to meet his eyes.

Mio is tired, so his dramatic nature is muted, as is his confused expression; his right eye opens wider than the left. “Oh, I just assumed you had a good reason to trap that fellow in amber. No need to explain it to me.” The Duskwight settled onto the couch as he continued. “And this excursion was immensely useful. A grand adventure and grand company as well.” He frowns. “I’m sorry for what you had to do in there.  No one should be used like that.”

"Tju mean ward the door? Oh! Oh." A light rose flush of embarrassment touched her velvety cheeks. "Already I have forgotten. Like a dream that fadesz the moment tju kick the furs off of tjour legsz." Oakmoss mimes doing so, though her legs are slow to comply. "I offered. But, I truszt tju szee why I do not want that information uszed lightly. Szo much plugging and unplugging, and...perhapsz there isz nothing left of Sjaga Kisne." This, too, is an offering; her forest name, without the Allagan auspices around it.

Miovont gives the name the barest notice; a nod to the secret he’s promised to keep.  “I do. A casual disinterest for your well-being is all it would take for someone to cause you harm, with no way for you to stop them.” He sips his wine, content to let his long limbs slacken as the alcohol courses through them.

Oakmoss---still her preferred name, even within her own mind---turns a glance up towards her bed, wondering if she has the strength to ascend the moss-slick stairs to reach it. If she has the strength to request his company for the safety and peace it provides.

When at last she is able to stand, she rests her hand on his pauldron for a moment, and he follows her to bed.

(Continued and concluded here!)

[apricotgojo]

yo.. I saw the request that you posted today? IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT THE HELL? and I looked for the prompt and ended up finding it , Can you do a part 2 where the news reporter lady gets akumatized again finds the video that she was looking for? where y/n's crazy mafia father threatens to kill her now abusive ex boyfriend because he cheated on her but she was so blindly loyal and didn't want anybody to find out? like because that would be embarrassing but instead y/n didn't know (1)

HELLO! so I didn’t really understand the request well but i wrote this out and i’m planning on making another part related to this! so here it is! thank you for this request im so happy that you liked the first one.  Speaking of which, if you haven’t read the first one here it is!  Part One

The other part will be posted soon ;)) 

Strawberries, sunshine and Adrien Agreste on a red picnic blanket.

Life is so serene, so perfect at this moment. Especially with the blond resting his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his soft blond locks. He hummed and smiled softly. You noticed his cheeks were tinted red because of the time he spent in the sunshine. He’s gorgeous.

You pick up a strawberry from the plate and pop it in your mouth, the sweet juice bursting and dripping from the corner of your lips. Before you could react you felt a hand move to your face and wipe the substance with the thumb. You look down and see Adrien looking at you, his green eyes glistening and full of life. You couldn’t help but move down and kiss him softly on the lips. It was a slow, tender kiss which you didn’t want to pull away from but you did in order to catch your breath.

“Ma Belle,” Adrien whispers, moving a lock of your hair behind your ear. “How do you feel about coming to a film festival with me tonight?” “Film festival? You need to elaborate on that babe.” You say quirking your eyebrow up. You’ve never been to a film festival before, you didn’t even know what happened there. Fuck, you’ve never even been to a movie theatre before because you basically have a whole private theatre in your house.

He furrows his eyebrows at you and chuckles. “Basically once a year the students organise a film festival on school campus. Students get to show their own short films and projects that they’ve done while we sit on the grass with snacks and drinks. It’s really fun.” He explains.

It really seemed like fun but you end up looking down. You knew that after last time’s event some people still thought of you as a bitch. People still whispered behind your back and they still judged you. Other than that reason, your father was coming home tonight from Madrid and you were going to ask Adrien to come with you to meet him for the first time.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want you come?” He asks you and you look at him, a slight frown on his face. “Alya is going to present her film today and I told her we’d come..” He continues and looks to the side.

“No, no I do !” You say quickly and sigh, “My dad is coming tonight and I was going to ask you to meet him.” You say, averting your eyes to the side.

You feel him stiffen up. “Oh.” He says.

“But I can tell him that we can meet for brunch tomorrow instead.” You say and hold his hand. “I know you’re nervous about meeting him but I just want my two favorite boys to finally meet.” You say and give him a small smile.

 He softly chuckles and grabs your hand, kissing it. “Of course mon ange.”

You giggle and hug him. It made you happy that he was willing to come. He knew it would make you happy.

“What should I wear for the festival? I don’t want to be under-dressed.” You say suddenly pulling away, already thinking about the outfits you want to wear.

“I think I’d worry about you being over dressed instead.” He laughs a little bit and you playfully hit him on the shoulder.

  “Nadja, if you don’t get me any scoop on them by tonight you’re fired.”

“Fired?!” Najda exclaims getting out of her chair. She watches as her boss raises a questioning eyebrow at her and she clears her throat.

“But madam, I can’t-“

“By tonight Nadja.” Her boss urges sternly, causing the red-head to gulp.

She nods slowly and keeps her head down as she walks out of the office.

Rage started eating her up from the inside. She needed to do something. Anything.

  “Hey girl!” Alya closes you in a tight hug and hands you a red solo cup filled with juice which was already spiked with some type of liquor.

“Hey Alya.” You smile at her and give each other a friendly kiss on the cheek. “Are you nervous?” You ask her.

“No..” She scoffs and suddenly downs her drink, laughing nervously. “Okay maybe just a little bit.” She says quietly and it causes you to laugh.

“I’m sure that your film is amazing.” You reassure her.

“Thank you.” She says warmly. She looks you up and down. “You always love dressing up dont you?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“I told her that it’s going to be causal.” Adrien sighs and you roll your eyes playfully.

“This is as casual as I can get.” You state and arrange the beret on your head, smiling proudly.

 The two laugh and you feel Adrien kiss your cheek and sliding his arm around your shoulder.

“Marinette and Nino saved you guys a place up front, I’ll be joining you guys a little later.” She explains and nods over to where Marinette and Nino were sitting. You see them waving at you guys.

“Okay we’ll see you later then.” Adrien says and you both start walking away from her.

There they were, the whispers, the eyes all on you as you walk past the people. Adrien felt it too, you knew he did, that’s why his grip on you was tighter but it was also somewhat comforting.

“Allô!” Marinette says and giggles while she hugs you both. You could tell that she’s already had a few too many to drink You all sit down and start talking about what’s going to happen tonight, what films are expected to show and what you thought Alyas film is going to consist of.

You sip your drink slowly. This shit was strong but you didn’t mind it.

“Alya’s film is going to be the best.” Nino says proudly and confidently. “She’s been working super hard on it non-stop.”

You smiled at him. The way he talked about her with his adoring eyes - you could just tell that what they had was real. It reminded you of You and Adrien. Maybe you two weren’t there yet but the way he looks at you was the same.

“Luka’s coming later because he got held up at his gig.” Marinette groans and sprawls herself out on the blanket, her phone resting on her chest.

“are you and Luka getting serious?” Adrien asks, grinning at her.

She hums and nods. “I really like him.”

“I’m happy for you Marinette, you guys look really cute together.” You say and she sits up quickly.

“You think?” She asks, batting her eyelashes at you. You nod, grinning. “yay!” She exclaims and hugs you unexpectedly.

“Okay I think that Mari has had enough of this.” Nino says and takes away her drink, chuckling.

The atmosphere was amazing. People drinking, laughing and chatting all around you guys.

  Everything died down when the screen in front of you turned on and everyone started cheering.

Alya quickly joined you guys and you all greeted her again quietly as you clapped for opening of the first film.

It was a love story between an alien and a human which formed because of their mutual love of French toast. Weird ass story-line but it was beautifully filmed for some reason. You could tell it was amateur but the shots and the beauty of the movie as the human and the alien shared their first bite of French toast really immersed you into it.

“those berries look so good im going to bust a nut.” You hear Nino whisper and Alya hushes him, earning a snicker from Adrien.

“I wish someone would eat me like that French toast.” Marinette blurts out and you clasp a hand over your mouth trying not to laugh.

As the film showed the ending credits the creator got up from where he was sitting and everyone cheered, whistled and clapped for him.

“Isn’t it Alyas turn now?” Adrien asks and Alya nodded taking a deep breath in.

Nino squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek. “Everyone’s going to love it babe.”

Everyone got quiet as it started.

Two people were sitting on the roof,

“It’s the end of the world isn’t it?” the character says and before the other person could respond, the screen went pitch black.

Everyone started whispering to each other in confusion and you looked over at Alya as she furrowed her eyebrows.

The screen turned on again but it was a different setting.

Two men were now sitting at a large table, one with a cigar between his lips and the other in front of him. Both of them were wearing a suit.

“Mother fucker.” The man says as he lights his cigar.

“What the fuck? This isn’t what I filmed.” You heard Alya whisper.

You were confused as to what was happening but you were too focused on the film in front of you. The man with the cigar came into view even more. He looked famillar.

“You can’t kill him.” The other man says.

“he cheated on her, Johnny!” the guy with the cigar shouts and hits his hand on the table.

Wait. Holy shit, that was your dad.

“He cheated on her and she still went back to him.” He blows out smoke and looks to the side. Disgust evident on his face. “I thought I raised her better than that, I guess she’s stupid just like her mother.”

A picture of you on his desk was shown in view.

You were visibly shaking, your mouth dry. You heard people around you ask you questions but you couldn’t hear anything. You couldn’t even react.

Your father pulls out a gun and clicks it. “I’m killing that bastard tonight, pay off a few people to make it seem like a car accident and we’re going to Paris. Just her and me. I’ve got too many problems with my junkie wife and I don’t want an ignorant daughter too.”

Tears stream down your face. It wasn’t a car accident. Your father killed him. That’s how Trevor died. Trevor cheated on you with one of your best friends back In New York but you never left him because you never wanted people to find out that someone cheated on you, you had too much pride for that.

You get up from where you were sitting and run away, ignoring the murmurs of people and gasps as the film continued. You felt like you were going to throw up, you felt like everything around you has been all a big fat lie. You heard Adrien call out your name but you kept running away until you froze when you heard a familiar evil laugh.

You turn around and see the villain from last time again. but this time it she was holding your father In her arms while he’s passed out.

“Finally! I got it!”

People started to scream and you simply fell down to your knees. Too weak to move. Too weak to do anything.

Your heart was shattered.

Flashbacks come back to you at Trevors funeral. You were sobbing as you watched them bringing out his casket. Little did you know that your own father was the reason for his death.

You were broken.

[rachxllovxly]

crush (knj)

Pairing: knj x reader (f)

Genre: Fluff, eventual smut

Word count: 1.7k

Synopsis: You’ve been best friends with Namjoon for a long time now, and hiding your feelings for him keeps getting harder every day.

(author’s note: i am not sure how many parts will be in this, definitely more than two, thats for sure, but i will keep you guys updated!)

It was a very sunny day right after classes ended, almost the end of the semester (thank the lord), and you decided to go spend some time in a coffee shop right off campus with your best friend, Kim Namjoon. You both met in middle school, and through all the middle and high school drama, you all still stuck through it all. It was surprising actually, since you’ve had a crush on him since about the ninth grade. Keeping it hidden was getting harder and harder since you both spent almost every day together. 

“What are you going to order? The usual?” Namjoon asked. 

“Uh... yeah that’s fine. I was gonna change it up today, but nothing seems that appealing anymore.” You went into a haze and didn’t even notice that he was trying to get your attention until the barista called your name.

“Y/N! Hello? Anyone home?” He laughed at your dazed face.

“What? Did you say anything? I’m sorry, I’m just so tired.” You gave a tired smile back to him.

“I asked you if you wanted to start studying for Professor Kim’s final. You know how crazy he is about his tests, kinda don’t wanna fail.” He trailed off.

“Oh heaven forbid the Kim Namjoon fail a test. But yes, I do want to study. I don’t wanna fail either.” You joked. 

You all both grabbed your binders, highlighters, and pens and opened his textbook. The way Professor Kim’s tests were laid out, made no since, and would almost surely drive a crazy person crazy. It is completely unjust, that one person can make a test so possibly hard. At this rate, you’ll need a 115% to at least get a C for the semester (which is passing), and there is a very good chance that you would not get that 115%.

“This is impossible. I’m gonna bomb this test. I’m just gonna drop out already, it’s not like my parents aren’t disappointed in me already.” You laid your head down on your binder and pretended to sob. Your know parents were undoubtedly so proud of you, but just for dramatic affect, okay.

“You’re not gonna fail the test, Y/N, you just need to refocus. What are you confused on?” He was always your go to study-buddy and tutor, ever since middle school.

“All of it! How is this fair, Joon. Can we just wrap this up today, please? I’m so tired.” You pleaded. 

“Of course. Don't prematurely stress yourself out. We’ll work some more on it this tomorrow.” You both started to pack your things up, chatting while doing so. 

“Are you going to Jackson’s party this weekend?” Joon asked.

“I wasn’t planning on it. Why?”

“Well... I was hoping that maybe you’d want to go. The boys and I are going. Jimin wanted me to ask you to go. If I’m being honest, I think he has a crush on you.” He laughed.

“He probably does. But i don’t know, Joon. I need to study.” You whined. You all pushed your chairs in and walked out of the cafe and started walking towards your dorms. 

“We can study on Sunday. I need to destress, you need to destress, we all need a break Y/N. Please? We can stay for a few hours then we can leave and get like, Taco Bell, or something.” He had convinced you.

“Okay fine. Four hours tops, then Taco Bell.” You both chatted some more, talking about all the other finals that were coming up, what you both would wear, the latest Jackson drama, the usual topics.

-

You got back to your dorm and decided to take a shower (sitting in two hour lecture really can make you sweaty) and let the hot water run over your tense shoulder muscles. You never really realized how tense you had been until you finally try to relax and can’t. 

Changing into some shorts and an oversized tee, you climbed into your bed and fell asleep almost instantly. 

You woke up around two in the morning, your roommate, Jennie, sleeping across the room.

hey, are you awake? 2:05AM

yeah why? 2:06AM

can i come over? jennie is sleeping. 2:06AM

yep. door is unlocked 2:07AM

You made your way four doors down to Namjoon’s and Hobi’s room, hoping that Hobi wouldn’t be there. You opened the door to a studying Joon and Hobi. “What’s up, losers.” You yawned.

“Why are you awake this late? You’re usually asleep right now.” Hobi commented.

“I fell asleep like, right after I took a shower and just woke up like five minutes ago. What about you guys?” You took a seat on Joon’s bed.

“We’ve been studying. Too much.” Joon yawned. “Yeah, way too much. Please never take music theory, because I promise you, you’ll hate it.” Hobi added.

“Duly noted. Wasn't planning on it.” You laughed. 

“Do you wanna put on a movie? I really want popcorn...” Namjoon pouted. 

“It’s your room, that’s up to you fam. But popcorn sounds really good right now.” You agreed. Hobi got up to grab the Roku remote to start up Netflix and Hulu. Joon got up to put the popcorn in the microwave, and you got up farther in his bed to snuggle the blankets. 

“You like my blankets, do you?” He smiled. You just nodded and snuggled them even further. He got up next to you and got under the blankets. 

“Yo, turn the lights off.” You said towards Hobi, who was about to make his way to his bed. He groaned, but got up to turn them off.

where are you??? are you okay?? 2:25AM

i'm over at joon’s and hobi’s 2:25AM

ahhh okay 2:26AM

yeah im okay b 2:26AM

“Who was that?” Joon asked. “Jennie. She wanted to know where I was and if I was okay.” You smiled. Ever since you and her met at the beginning of the year, you and her had been best friends. You also made good friends with her friends, Rose, Lisa, and Jisoo. Lisa is dating Yoongi, and Rose is dating Jackson, and Jennie is dating Hobi. Your friend group was very close.

“What do you want to watch?” Just as soon as Hobi asked you and Joon, a knock was on the door. “It’s open!” He yelled.

Jennie walked in Hoseok’s sweatshirt and your shorts. “I’ve been looking for those! You took them!” You accused. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I needed shorts on laundry day and forgot to give them back.”

“It’s okay. They look better on you anyways. Keep them.” You smiled. 

“What are we watching?” She asked. You all shrugged. “We just opened Netflix when you knocked.” Hoseok said. She got up on his bed and got close next to him.

“Ah. After is out, you know the movie based on that like, Harry Styles fic a while back!” “Yeah! I’ve been wanting to watch that. Can we watch it? Can we?” You asked excitedly.

“I don't care. I’m probably going to end up falling asleep shortly. I’m so tired.” Joon yawned again.

“Yeah, me too. But that’s fine with me.” Hoseok agreed. “Yay!” You and Jennie said in unison.

Thirty minutes in and Joon was snoring away in his own dreamland. You could feel yourself drifting off as well. “How many times has she fallen asleep in your all’s room this week? She’s like always here, babe.” Jennie laughed. 

“I don’t even know. Maybe like eight times, now nine. I think she’s just less stressed being near him. They’ve been friends for a very long time.” He explained.

-

You woke up around eleven in the morning with Namjoon’s arms around your torso, and Hoseok and Jennie not in the room. 

where are you? 11:05AM

i’m in our room. we didn’t wanna wake you all up :) 11:05AM

oh okay 11:05AM

You put your phone back down and try to attempt to get out of his arms. “Moveeee. I have to pee.” You pry his arm off of you and make your way to their shared bathroom. Hopefully no guy walks in on you peeing.

“Oh shit! You scared me,” Yoongi laughed, “Sorry. I’ll get out.” He left the bathroom and shut the door. You ducked your head down and laughed. You finished your business, washed your hands and grabbed a pen and paper to let Joon know that you went to get breakfast and you’ll get back soon.

Long story short, in the span of an hour of you being gone, he still hadn't gotten up yet. You made many useless attempts to wake him, finally resulting in putting his breakfast right in his face. He mumbled something under his breath and rolled towards you.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You lightly tapped him on his head, but nothing.

“5 more minutes... I don’t wanna get up just yet.” He rolled back towards his mountain of soft pillows and threw his head under the blankets.

“Joon, it’s like twelve in the afternoon, hun. Get up. We have to study, then go get ready for Jackson’s party.” You grabbed a pillow and threw it at his head.

“Ugh. Fine,” he rolled back over towards you and checked his phone, “Why did you text me so many times?” He asked groggily.

“I went to Taco Bell to get breakfast burritos, you didn't answer so I got you the same as me.” You explained.

He nodded and sat up in his bed and grabbed his food. “So are you sure you want to actually study today? We could always go- wait! Where’s Hobi and Jennie?” He said looking around the room. 

“They went to our room. They didn’t want to wake us up. But what were you saying?” You explained.

“We could always pre-party. Yoongi and Jimin are having a little get together in their room in like, three hours. That’s enough time to shower and change don’t you think?” It sounded fun, knowing Yoongi and Jimin, there would inevitably be alcohol and weed. 

“Yeah! That sounds fun. I’ll finish eating then I’ll go back to my room to shower and change. I’ll meet you over there later.” You finished eating and said your goodbyes, and then made your way back to your room.

[irphanfic]

Moonshot - Chapter 10

Okay, so I’m finally back with another chapter of Moonshot yay! There have been a couple of crazy weeks so I’m sorry for the delay but you finally have it so enjoy!

summary: Phil had a feeling that this Friday was going to be different.

That didn’t mean he was ready to meet his favourite baseball player, Daniel Howell, while he was cleaning the windows of a building.

or the au in which Phil is a shy window cleaner and Dan is a famous baseball player. This is their story.

words: 4.1k

no trigger warnings

Read on ao3 - (x)

Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9

Chapter 10: More Photographs

Apparently it only took a night for everything to come crashing down.

Phil woke up on Tuesday to the constant sound of his doorbell, not knowing who in this planet wanted to see him so badly.

It had been a terrible Monday. He woke up late and during work he felt an awful migraine coming up, arriving home exhausted, not even managing to Skype Dan later that day due to needing sleep as soon as possible.

Couldn't whoever it was leave him alone for a day?

He groaned and hid under his blue and green duvet, trying to block the noise but it didn't stop, so he put on his unmatching socks along with his glasses and padded all the way to his front door, yawning a few times in the process.

''Who is it?'' he asked, not even bothering to look through the peephole.

''It's me, Martyn, open up!'' his brother's voice said from the other side, finally stopping ringing the doorbell.

Phil opened the door but didn't manage to even greet his brother when Martyn barged in, grabbing Phil by his arm and leading him to the living room.

''Whoa wait! What's happening?'' Phil managed to ask, not understanding his brother's behaviour.

''Have you seen it? I suppose you haven't if you just woke up.'' Martyn said, leaving Phil in a more confused state than he already was.

''What was I supposed to see?'' Phil asked a bit worried, not really trusting himself to make suggestions.

''This,'' Martyn took out his phone and showed Phil a news article with a shocking headline in big bold black letters: 'Hot! Sport stars Dan Howell and Claire Vickard, two surprise lovers show their passion while on a secret escapade!'

Phil stared, not being able to read much more of that article. ''Wha...'' he whispered, scrolling a bit further down the page only to see a few pictures of Dan and Claire.

They were paparazzi like photos, taken from a hidden spot where you could only see the both athletes swimming around a lake, talking, laughing and... kissing. Passionately kissing.

Phil didn't know what to feel. But him and Dan... This couldn't be.

He knew he shouldn't believe what the media said. They were often liars and sometimes they manipulated pictures or events just to create interest even though those facts weren't true.

But this time it wasn't that easy. These pictures were pretty much real, they didn't look edited at all, and well, when Dan left to Ireland they didn't establish a proper 'relationship status', they hadn't even talked about the possibility of making whatever they had into something more serious, so maybe Dan had found something better. Meaning that 'better' was clearly a professional tennis player who went by the name of Claire Vickard.

A part of his brain was telling him that Dan wouldn't do that, that Dan wasn't like that, but at the same time it was difficult when you belonged to completely opposite worlds.

Phil could never compete with that. He was just a window cleaner at the moment, trying to make it as an author, a really competitive field that he was now doubting he would ever get into.

Looking back, Phil recalled that Dan had only been with famous people before, it was logical he would want to continue being with someone who shared that 'famous status'.Yeah, it was a matter of time that Dan found something much better. Much more suitable for his lifestyle.

''Phil, I thought you two were together,'' he heard Martyn say, grabbing his attention from the article, ''He is cheating on you!''

''Well... we... we didn't establish anything. We weren't boyfriends, were just going on dates so yeah... it really wasn't serious...''

'At least not for him' Phil added in his brain, starting to really feel upset now that the initial shock had gone away.

''I'm going to find him and... and...'' Martyn exclaimed in a furious tone, not even knowing how to finish that sentence.

''No, you are not going to do anything, okay?'' Phil said, seriousness clear in his voice, ''You are not doing anything because there is nothing to fix. Dan and I were nothing, it was just a fling, nothing else.''

Saying those words our lout hurt Phil's feelings more than he had expected. It had been more than 'just a fling' for him, he was seriously starting to develop stronger feelings for Dan. Feelings that he couldn't voice this soon but they were there. They were real.

Phil just wanted to lie on his bed and cry now. He didn't know if he was more surprised, upset or angry. At Dan or with himself. For not realizing sooner that this wouldn't get anywhere; that this was only a thing that happened in movies.

''Martyn, you should go, you need to work.'' Phil said, not wantitng to break down in front of his brother.

''But Phil, I can stay, you need someone right now,'' Martyn said, giving Phil a hug which the younger accepted, trying to keep his tears from falling down.

Once Phil separated from the comforting hug, he handed Martyn his phone back, ''Go, I need to be alone for a bit.''

''Phil.. I...''

''Please, just go,'' Phil said defeatedly, staring at his brother with a black expression on his face.

It seemed as if Martyn wanted to say something more, but closed his mouth and sighed before speaking again, ''I will be back later, okay? Call me if you need anything.''

And with that Martyn hugged Phil one more time before leaving the flat, closing the front door with a soft click, a faint noise that made Phil start crying silently in the middle of his living room.

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''C'mon, pick up,'' Dan said to the phone as he called Phil for the 5th time.

This morning, when Peter had called him and Claire for a talk before shooting once again he knew something had been wrong.

As the director had explained, some paparazzi had taken photos of Claire and him at the lake, and now the pictures were everywhere, a few articles already written about the ''secret romance'' they both had been hiding.

But there was no romance! He wasn't going out with Claire! They all knew that but there was a problem... if Phil saw those articles along with the pictures he was sure the blue eyed would think otherwise.

Dan kind of hoped Phil didn't believe the gossip media, but you could never be sure. That's why he had been trying to locate Phil, via call or messages, trying to explain everything, that it was just a modeling job and nothing more; but from the lack of resopnse he was receiving he was sure Phil had already seen everything, leaving Dan feeling like a horrible person.

It wasn't even his fault, it was the annoying paparazzi's! But still, he felt terrible.

Peter had said they should continue with the shooting, since they only had today and tomorrow morning left and they hadn't finished all the photos yet, meaning this could turn into a bigger thing if more photographers got to take a few more snaps, but Peter had assured them both they would take some measures so the campaign wouldn't be affected either.

''Phil, please, pick up...'' Dan said again, feeling disappointed when he heard the first words of the voicemail that he ahd already listened too many times that morning reached his ears.

Dan knew he would need to be professional and be getting ready for today's shoot, he always was with these things, he didn't let anything affect him, but all of this? Thinking that Phil would be crying and surely angry at Dan and probably not wanting to hear from him ever again? Yeah, he couldn't cope with that.

What coud have been his first real relationship with an amazing man, now, thanks to the paparazzi, it was ruined.

He also felt a bit guilty. Dan could have asked him to be his boyfriend before leaving to Ireland, but he didn't know if that could have been better or worse...

Suddenly his phone started ringing, answering the call without even looking at the contact that was calling him, hoping it was who he had been wanting to hear all day, ''Phil?''

''Dan... I'm Estelle,'' his agent's voice said on the other line, a bit guilty.

''Oh, hey. Sorry, I thought you... I've been wanting to talk to Phil all morning so yeah...''

''I'm guessing he saw the pictures and that's why?'' Estelle said, a question to which Dan only hummed disappointedly.

''I think so Estelle. God, I ruined everything,'' Dan wanted to cry, to eb honest. He wanted to go back to London now and explain everything. That if Phil ever agreed to let him, of course.

''Dan, listen. I'm trying everything that is in my hands to take them down, all articles, all pictures, but it's difficult. I've managed to convince a few to take some down, but the big gossip magazines are hard to persuade,'' Estelle mentioned, leaving Dan as surprised as ever, ''I know

''Thank you Estelle. Thank you. I...'' he didn't know what to even say to her. She was an angel.

''I don't know if my efforts will do anything but I know this is not what you wished when you agreed to do the campaign. I could see how happy it made you to be talking about Phil and I don't want the stupid paparazzis to ruin the possibility of that.''

Dan was speechless. Maybe Estelle's actions would fix it, maybe not, but he could only hope for the best.

''Estelle, thank you. I don't know what else to say. Just, thank you.'' Dan managed to let out, a bit touched that she was rooting for him and Phil. That she supported Dan's happiness above all. Above his career. Above his fame.

''Dan, there is no need. When you come back tomorrow afternoon just go and try to explain everything to Phil, I'm sure he will give you a chance. That way you can try and clear everything out better.''

''I'm going to need a miracle for that to happen, but I will try. He at least needs to know the truth, Phil deserves that much.''

Dan continued speaking a bit more to Estelle, trying to calm himself a bit about this mess of situation. He hadn't even thought about the possibility of this happening and thank to it he probably lost one of the most significant people of his life.

Way to go, Dan. Way to go...

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Phil sighed twice when he woke up on Wednesday. Once, because it was heavily raining and the second because he still had those damned pictures engraved in his mind.

During all Tuesday morning he had let his his phone ring again and again knowing it was Dan. There had been probably fifth calls in a span of an hour before they stopped and it took all of his willpower not to pick it up and answer, because he knew that if he had spoken to the baseball player he would have ended up crying on the line and he couldn't live with that embarrassement. Not after all of this.

He did also see a few messages pop up on the screen, but he didn't open them, trying to give himself a bit of 'alone time' while he thought this through.

By lunchtime he felt miserable and contacted his brother, who left work and came to his flat, making him watch silly animated movies the rest of the day in hopes of cheering him up, but it did close to nothing, only letting Phil's mind wonder how he had ended up in this.

But now, Tuesday was over, his brother was working all day and work didn't help when he had to see Dan's empty and lonely apartment once again, reminding him of the brown eyed even more. Those freaking cute polaroids still stuck on the windows, almost making Phil cry.  

Even though it was still heavily raining and his yellow raincoat wasn't doing much more of protecting him from the rain Phil decided to wander around his city, trying to think more clearly what was happening.

Phil's little voice was still nagging him that there must be some explanation for this, for why Dan was kissing Claire Vickard on a lake in Ireland. There must be something that Phil couldn't place yet... Should he let Dan explain? Would Dan be honest with him? That would have to be seen...

His stroll was so long that it was almost night when he decided to come back to his flat, totally not expecting a drenched curly haired and shaky Dan waiting by his door with a somehow dry envelope clutched to his chest.

''Dan?''

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''Dan?'' he heard Phil ask him. It wasn't an angry ask, just, surprised, as if he had not been expecting Dan to be heare.

Believe him, if he had been Phil he would have reacted the same way.

''Dan? What... are you doing here?'' he heard Phil ask once again in the same tone as he hadn't even responded that first time.

''Oh, First... I'm sorry I... I don't know... Phil I...'' Dan managed to say as he felt really nervous and it didn't help that he was also shaking from the cold.

He had run to Phil's flat as soon as his plane landed only wearing a thin t-shirt and skinny jeans, leaving his suitcase quickly on his bulding, only picking up his keys, wallet and phone and another thing he had brought for Phil just before turning up here, not even remembering to grab an umbrella or even a raincoat as the blue eyed was wearing.

That damned yellow raincoat that made Phil look adorable as he recalled one of those first days when they had started talking.

Dan saw Phil walking closer to him, making him even more nervous. God, Phil was going to sent him away, wasn't him? Dan felt horrible. He was trembling and could probably cry. Why was this such a shitty situation?

''Hey, come inside, you must be freezing,'' Phil said as he sensed his worry, opening the main door. Dan looked surprised for a second that Phil was being so gentle with him, even if he had a serious expression on his face, his tone said otherwise, so he quickly entered instantly feeling a bit warmer, taking in the white hallways he had seen before as he followed the blue eyed inside, who took out his yellow coat and hung it, signing Dan to take out his shoes and surely wet socks to leave them there to dry before walking further into the flat.

He felt the carpet under the soles of his feet, letting Phil guide them both to an almost dark bedroom. Phil's bedroom to be exact. Dan couldn't see much, but he spotted  a few plushies and a ton of books on different shelves, surely making the room a bit more colorful than it already was. It was such a Phil thing to be honest.

''Here, you can change in the bathroom there. Leave the clothes by the tub, they will get dry while we talk,'' Phil startled him out of his thoughts, handing him a dark t-shirt and some grey tracksuit bottoms and pointing at the door where the ensuite bathroom was.

Dan quietly thanked him and walked inside, closing the door as he could with the clothes along with the envelope still clutched to his chest, managing to change quickly before reappearing again to find a pyjama claded Phil with his glasses sat by the headboard, switching on one of the lamps on the bedside tables.

Dan walked and sat down by the end of the bed, the envelope now resting on his lap as he smoothed the few wrinkles that had been creade by his strong grip.

He lifted his gaze for a moment, and looked at Phil, who had a neutral expression on his face, quickly making Dan tear his gaze away from him, not daring to look at Phil more. He felt as if he didn't deserve it.

''So... you came back.'' Phil mentioned, his tone still not angry, just... normal. Why wasn't Phil angry at Dan? He didn't understand. Phil should be angry, furious even, but no, he was.. patient; as if he was waiting for an explanation.

''Yeah. I... I managed to catch the first flight but due to the storm it was harder to land... I can explain everything if you let me?'' Dan said, not wanting to make this longer.

Phil hummed and Dan guessed he also nodded, but didn't see as he was still looking down, ''Look, I shouldn't be telling you this because it was secret but to hell with all contracts. I don't care about them anymore. My agent, Estelle, managed to get me another clothing campaign with this sport clothing brand I've worked before, but this time I had to get shoots done with Claire Vickard.''

Dan sighed, trying his best to explain, ''We travelled to Ireland where we met Peter, the director of the campaign. He told us to expect some 'sensual photos' that ended up being a 'lustful swimming sunset scene' as he explained... I felt terrible Phil. I thought like, okay, I can act but still, even if it was acting I should have said no. I should have refused to do them even if that meant breaking the contract and ruining my career. I knew it. While we were shooting them I couldn't get you out of my head. I wished it had been you. I wished so much it would have been you.''

He took a deep breath before continuing his explanation, ''We left this in such ambiguous terms I was scared of what would happen if you saw the campaign, but in my head, I was sure I could take a step forward before the cat was out of the bag. What I didn't see comming was the shitty paparazzi pictures twisting everything and making everyone believe that I'm going out with Claire Vickard. She and I are just friends and I need you to believe that, Phil. I need you to believe me.''

Dan was almost crying at this point. If Phil didn't believe anything now this was surely over. He turned a bit to look at Phil, who was still looking at him, but a bit of emotion on his face that Dan couldn't place.

''Phil... being away from you it was harder than I expected it to be. It made me realize I couldn't let you slip though my fingers, not when you are already so close. Not when you are the only person who has managed to open my heart this way and made me feel things taht I haven't felt before. Making me feel less lonely. I just... I just wanna be with you.'' Dan looked away, cleaning a few tears that had started to fall down his face. He was opening up to Phil in a way he had never done before and yes, he was emotional. He could be emotional, even if it was a side that no one knew about him.

''Dan...'' he heard Phil say but Dan didn't lift his gaze, he didn't want Phil to see him crying.

''I'm sorry Phil. I should have... I should have made something about this, us, earlier. I should have asked you to be my boyfriend and I was ready to do so on our videogame date but I was scared... I have, I have never been in a relationship before. I have never told anyone this before.'' Dan admitted, finally letting oen of his biggest secrets out loud.

''But, you have gone out with plenty of famous people, right?'' Phil questioned curiously and Dan understood where he was coming from.

''There were all fake relationships. They were never real. They were only to make the others have a bit of fame since a was a promising star of baseball so yeah, there you have it. Dan Howell, famous baseball player, has never had a partner before,'' Dan cry-laughed at this, a few tears still making his way down his cheeks. If he hadn't before, he now had lost all his chances of going out with Phil. He was pathetic, oh God. ''So, if you still wanna see me and somehow bare with me, even only as friends I will take it, because you... you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me Phil.''

Dan couldn't hold his tears anymore and cried into his hands as he had wanted to do many times before, letting every emotion he had bottled up all this time into this night.

''Dan,'' he felt the duvet move as Phil crawled towards him, sitting down beside him and grabbing his hands away from his face, threading their fingers together, making Dan gasp a bit at the contact. What...? Why was Phil so friendly? He should be laughing at him, or angry, or something! He was not supposed to be this kind... Not after Dan had made him feel this bad.

''Dan, I believe you.'' Phil said, taking also a deep breath, ''At first, when I saw those pictures I was confused, I kept reminding myself I wouldn't believe it, that this was just the press making his thing, but then another part of me said that we weren't even going out properly, we hadn't even established anything before you went away, so it was possible that you would have found someone like Claire, someone who shares your lifestyle, it made sense.''

''But Phil, I...'' Dan tried to explain, that it didn't matter if Phil wasn't famous. He didn't care. He was Phil and it was enough.

''But now that you explained I understand and I believe you. I knew there was something behind all of it and now that you have explained the campaign and everything I believe you Dan. I believe you.'' Phil said, squeezing their hands together tightly, giving him a small smile. ''And... I don't care that you haven't been in another relationship before, I don't care, really. Your secret is safe with me, okay?''

Dan sighed and copied his smile, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders but he knew this talk wasn't over yet.

''Can I ask you a question though?'' Phil said to which Dan nodded, his smile fading a bit. He didn't know what to even expect but he was ready for anything, even the possibility of Phil sending him away even if he believed him.

''What's inside that envelope?'' Dan wanted to laugh at Phil's question. Of course he would ask that! Phil had such a curious personality it was unbelieveable!

''I brought this for you,'' Dan handed Phil the envelope, who grabbed it but didn't open it yet, as if waiting for an explanation, ''when I said I was ready to ask you to be my boyfriend I was going to do it this way but I guess I wasn't as brave a I though so I kind of chickened out last minute... I'm, god, I sound pathetic, but yeah, it was a big step for me but I'm ready now so... open it.''

Dan observed as Phil opened the envelope carfuly, trying no to rip it in half, pulling out a surprised face as he lifted what was inside up to his eyes to observe it better.

''Wha...? Dan how, what?'' Phil babbled, not tearing his eyes away from the item. It was a ticket for a Rocky Planets' game.

''So, Phil Lester, would you like to go to and see the Rocky Planets' first game of this baseball season... as my boyfriend?'' Dan managed to ask before he heard Phil's loud 'Yes!' echo through the bedroom, somehow illuminating the dim lit bedroom a bit more with his smile.

Dan mirrored Phil's smile, teeth showing in a grin that soon was wiped away by a pair of soft lips pressing against his, making him react fast and grabbing Phil's cheeks, bringing him on a deeper kiss, enjoying the sweet flavour that he had mised so much during this week and that he had been close to lose.

''I cannot believe Dan Howell is now my.. boyfriend.'' Phil whispered once their kiss was over, leaning in again to peck his lips again a few times more.

''I cannot believe Phil Lester is my... first boyfriend.'' Dan said in the same tone, finally realizing that he was finally in a real realtionship. That he had someone that cared for him as more than a friend, someone who could share a life with... someone who would take his loneliness finally away.

Chapter 11