#but not before being a little shit and winking at Trent

[gaytedlasso]

Passenger Princess Ted is enjoying the roominess of Rebecca’s car that she let him and Trent borrow for their day trip. Meanwhile Trent is blue screening and has almost wrecked the car 12 separate times.

[spaghettinoodlesworld]

The English Love Deception

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Jude Bellingham X Reader ft Trent Alexander Arnold

synopsis: Y/n's crush Trent sends her a wedding invitation to his wedding with the person y/n hates the most. Y/n is in a major need for a plus one and a job. Will the rich rude arrogant boy next door be of help?wc: 1988 words

warnings in this part: swearing

a/n: This is my first time writing an enemies to lovers fanfic so do tell me what do you think and if i should work on a part 2. If you have any requests do let me know.

You wake up in your dark bedroom with the only source of light being the eerie-looking full moon. Mind you your room is cute af, but now the room was greenish-dark with extremely weird vibes.

The glass door, which doubles as a window and a door to your backyard, is naked with no curtains viewing your backyard, which now seems to be some sort of a graveyard with graves of random people you don't know.

Despite the uncanny silence, all was fine until a shadow of a man limping in your backyard approaching the door/window whatever it is.

Because of your unlimited intelligence and your possession of a one-of-a-kind brain, you elegantly slid the door to your backyard because stupid you wants to see the danger.

Well, no shit you’re the character that dies first in a horror movie. The one that goes, "oh let's go check out that very creepy-looking, dusty, filled with cobwebs, desolate house with the ripped curtains cause why not it looks absolutely safe haha."

So you slid the door open and some cool vapour gushed into the room. Do you stop? hell no. You look at the dead-looking limping man who now appears to be wearing some sort of football jersey. Yup, it's a zombie what do we do ummm maybe run? you just stays there waiting for him as he moves his rotten hand towards you and says, "you know what's ridiculously tasty?"

You definitely need to stop watching these Neymar edits on TikTok 'cause now this man is not only haunting your fyp he is haunting your nightmares too.

You wake up from the dream looking at the clock to find it saying 7 pm. You have slept the whole day and the reason behind that is your man, the love of your life, the only boy you have crushed on who happened to be your best friend too has sent you an invitation to his wedding.

Trent Alexander Arnold, the Liverpool football player, was getting engaged to the person you hate the most in the entire world, Hannah Atkins.

Trent and you were neighbours and very close friends before he moved when he signed with Liverpool. You used to rant to him day and night about that ugly ass bitch Hannah whose main job in this world is to make your life a living hell by spreading rumours in our friend group and whatnot. He used to comfort you and tell you how to deal with her.

However, due to distance, the communication decreased, but your connection was still there.

That was until pretty Hannah, who somehow got her hands on a love letter you wrote to Trent that you never meant to send to him anyway.

You thought you writing a letter will help you move on from him but little did you know was it ruined everything. She sent him the letter and it ended up with him politely rejecting you and I quote, "you were like a little sister of mine whom I'll continue to support forever."

"Well I don't think you're supporting me Trent when you send me a wedding invitation letter with your name and Hannah's name together," you mumble to yourself.

He's getting married to Hannah next week. You know it's been a year since the Trent incident but you still can't help but feel betrayed by him and you can't fight the urge to slap the shit out of that Hannah.

You got up and remembered that your girls bunny and MJ are coming over and the house has close to nothing to feed the girls.

You lazily put on a random hoodie of yours and throw your hair in a messy bun because you’re not like other girls *wink*. You’re going to the grocery store across the street you down need to go all out so you won't bother to wear your contacts your glasses will suffice for now. Nothing is gonna happen anyway, right?

You leave the house and walk by your neighbours' fancy house You always can't help but stare in awe at it every time you pass by only to be interrupted by their dog who happens to hate your guts. You wonder if you happen to meet the owners of the house will they hate you too

The dog has some serious issues with you cause whenever you pass it starts going crazy and barking loudly this doesn't usually happen with other pedestrians.

You get to the store and start making your way to the snacks aisle choosing them good good chips and as you make your way back to the cart you bump into something that sends your glasses flying away.

"I'm so sorry ma'am," you hurry to say to what you assumed is a female as you without your glasses equal useless.

"ma'am? and I thought my day couldn't get any worse. Even you a monkey-looking desk think I'm a girl now," he, who turns out not to be a she, replies.

You sense that you’re getting humiliated and despite seeing nothing but a blurry tall figure you won't stop and watch your dignity getting spat at.

"what's the attitude bro? You bumped into me, my glasses fell and I apologised when it was actually your fault. If you please hand me my glasses so that I can take a clear look at the person with enough confidence to call me a monkey-looking desk"

"Listen dumbo I don't have time for this BS I got more important matters to solve like dealing with this cheater of a bitch. I have seriously had enough of the female population today," he says as he types something on his phone aggressively.

"I can see why she- I mean I can't see but I can sense the reason behind her cheating I actually pray for her mental health after dating such a man with a lack of self-respect as yourself."

"You're talking big when you don't know who you're talking to," he says with a lower tone in an obvious attempt to intimidate me.

"I don't give a damn who you are I see disrespect I say disrespect. Apparently, your girlfriend saved herself from an ugly crazy dude now it's my turn to do the same."

You tried to move away from him, but you could tell he was getting closer when you instinctively backed away until you found your back pressed to a refrigerator.

"I admire your courage," he puts your glasses on your face and said, " now do tell you do you still think I'm undeserving of the confidence I emit as you said now that Dora the explorer got her vision back?"

You look up to look him in the eyes to find him deeply staring into yours. The distance between you can be measured by a ruler literally. You were at a loss of words your eyes were busy eating him up that your brain wasn't comprehending what was happening.

You were so angry that this man who was indeed taking your breath away. If there is one thing you are not, you are not delusional. You can tell an attractive man when you see one and you admit it to yourself. You should not cower down but something about the way he was looking at you captivated you and it seems he noticed it too as a little smirk grows on his face.

"Cat got your tongue? Now that your vision is back you can't speak? Should i take off those glasses off of you for a sneaky reply?"

"All I have to do is scream and you won't like what will happen to that pretty valuable face of yours," you should try to get away safely and peacefully but the boiling blood in your veins thinks otherwise.

After he uttered those words he doesn't budge but continues to stare you down and study your features as if by doing so he will carve your picture in his brain and curse you forever. You didn't even notice that he left until someone asked if the shopping cart belongs to you.

You return back home to find your friends Bunny and MJ already inside waiting for you. They know your passcode and you trust them with your life.

"Girl, where have you been? We've been waiting for a while now," Bunny says.

"I'm so sorry guys I went to get us something to eat," you said while setting the plastic bags, "I don't think today is my day."

"I don't think any day is gonna be your day if you keep yourself locked in his place," MJ says taking the bags and opening them.

"MJ don't say it like that!" Bunny cries trying to sugarcoat MJ's usual bluntness. They complete each other and you are so thankful for having them in you life.

"so the both of you think I'm a loner with zero life and now that we received those wedding invites my life is ruined," you say as you noticed them taking out their invitation letters form their bags simultaneously.

"umm pretty much," MJ responds. "No of course not," said bunny pushing MJ as she walks to you. You know she thinks so but Bunny would never admit that to your face.

"oh god"

"More importantly, are you going or not? cause you definitely should" MJ said drawing your attention to the fact that you forgot that now you got an invitation you should respond.

"As much as I hate to but I must but there are two things stopping me now" you tell them sitting on the cough crossing your legs while open a bag of hot chips.

"which are?"

"i need a plus one," you responded. No, the invitation didn't say so but you said so.

"Do you need a plus one or do you want a plus one?" Bunny questioned reading your mind and actually knowing the answer to her question.

"I need a plus one. I can't show up to the wedding alone. My pride would never plus it'd would be a sign to Trent that I've moved on and I don't need him or his so-called support."

"What's the other problem?" MJ asked taking the bag of chips from your hand.

"I need money to buy a new dress. I hardly got some pounds to sustain day to day expenses and I won't ask my grandparents for more money they already do much."

"y/n, i told you not to quit the job. We could've went and taught that girl Hannah and her ugly friend of hers a lesson," MJ argued.

"What's done is done now help me think of ideas of a job that'll get me quick money before next week," you say as you get your notebook to write the ideas.

However, the moment you finished your sentence MJ's phone lit up.

"Trent just sent a text," she says, "It says 'Hey MJ. The boys from the English team are throwing a house reunion party at Bellingham's house in an hour. If you and the girls are free join us.'"

Both MJ and Bunny go crazy but you can't hear what they're saying. The fact that Trent didn't send the message directly to you hurt you, and as much as the thought of meeting Trent again angers you. It also warms your heart that you would actually see him sooner and not in tux with his wife next to him. Mixed feelings all over the place.

"I'm cool I don't mind," you finally tell them.

"omg omg omg we are actually doing this? Like putting the Trent scenario aside, we're meeting the English team like the actual team that played in world cup. I need to fix my make up," Bunny said walking to your vanity.

"okayyy but y/n why is the location pointing to the house next to yours? Do you live next to Bellingham as in Jude Bellingham???" MJ suddenly stood up.

"And who must that be?" you said confused. You did watch the world cup but if you're being honest you haven't watched all matches.

'OH MY GOD YOU LIVE NEXT TO WHOM?" Bunny stood too.

"I KNOW???"MJ turned to look at her.

"As much as i like the sudden uplift of the mood and i sincerely hate to be the one to ask but who is this Jude Belli-"

Before you finished your sentence, Bunny shoved her phone to your face.

"Oh hell no" hell no indeed. isn't that.?

"What? know him now?" Bunny asks.

"Um guys no but yes."

"We don't do witchcraft nor do we read minds so please do tell us," MJ replied.

How do you tell them that you made a scene with this boy, apparently an English player who now plays for Borussia Dortmund. Well, it doesn't change the fact that he is a short-tempered piece of shit an attractive one but still shit.

"This is going to be a wild night," you say as you head to your closet to find something to wear. You try to calm your nerves. you don't know what's stressing you out more meeting Trent and his soon-to- be wife if she's there or meeting the self-centered boy from the supermarket.

"Spill the tea about Jude now," MJ demanded.

You tell them the story and wait for their reactions as they were still in awe about the whole encounter thingie.

"I refuse to believe such a thing about Jude. He's an absolute gentleman. Are you sure you met the same person?" Bunny argued visibly annoyed by the scenario.

"I'll get my popcorn this is going to be fun," MJ smirked as she too started to freshen up herself.

[rebelwrites]

It’s Me Or Her? - Part One

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N: I’ve had this idea buzzing around my head for a little bit but don’t worry there will be a part 2

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This Months Writing

“Yo Y/L/N” Sonny grinned appearing in the doorway of your cage.

“What” you glared looking up from your phone, you knew what he was going to say.

“You haven’t told me if you are going to the bbq tomorrow” he smirked, leaning against the metal. “So you coming or what?”

“I don’t have a choice do I?” You asked.

“Nope I was just being polite asking, if I have to come to your house and kidnap you I will” he grinned.

“Will she be there?” You hissed.

“Well considering she is Clay’s girlfriend and it’s our before deployment bbq yes she will” Sonny nodded, he knew just how much you hated her, and he also knew that ever since she got with Clay you felt like you lost your best friend and also he knew about your feelings for him.

“Great” you said sarcastically, moving your gaze to the door as the rest of the team strolled in.

“Watch out lads, Princess is in a mood today” Sonny laughed quickly changing the subject.

“When isn’t she” Ray winked as he fist bumped you before going to his cage.

“You might be 2IC Perry but I will drop you like a lead balloon” you smiled innocently.

“What’s up?” Clay asked standing where Sonny was just moments ago.

“Nothing, I'm just peachy,” you said, rolling your eyes as you stood up. “Anyway, what do you care?”

“Because you’re my friend” he said with a sad smile on his face.

“Yeah friend” you scoffed barging past him and headed for the door.

“Oi moody where are you going” Jase shouted as you hand touched the handle.

“For a piss and a smoke” you snapped. “Don’t worry I will be back in time for training”

It took Bravo team a while to adjust to having a female on the team but they eventually came around so they all knew how to handle your moods but they were getting a bit concerned with the tension that was bubbling away under the surface between you and Clay. Jase sighed as he pulled Sonny to the side.

“I’m guessing it’s something to do with tomorrow” he whispered.

“Yeah, we are gonna have to keep an eye on her make sure she doesn’t flip out” Sonny whispered.

“Maybe her and Clay need to have it out before we leave, otherwise it’s gonna be a long 3 months” Jase sighed.

“Either way I have a feeling there’s gonna be a fight tomorrow” Sonny whispered. “It’s really starting to get to her now even though she tries not to show it is”

“I actually thought I was going to have to kidnap you” Sonny laughed as he pulled you into a hug.

“Yeah well I considered bailing but things could get interesting” you laughed grabbing a beer out of the cool box, as you brought the bottle to your lips Jase draped his arm over your shoulder.

“I hope you are gonna be on your best behaviour tonight” he smirked.

“I mean when do I ever behave Jase” you smirked looking up at him.

“Just don’t start any fights, okay” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“No promises” you shrugged, wiggling out of his grasp to go find Cerberus.

The moment you flopped onto the grass you saw Clay and Jenny walk into the garden, you didn’t realise you growled until Cerberus nuzzled his snout against your cheek.

“I know buddy” you whispered kissing his nose. You really didn’t see what Clay saw in her, she wasn’t the type of person to hang around with rowdy tier one operators, in fact she was the person to date one just so say she dated a Seal. I mean who wears six inch stilettos to a god damn bbq.

All you wanted to do was punch her in the face, but you knew everyone would be keeping tabs on you tonight so you decided to stay out the way, the way you were feeling right now it was the safe option.

Your peace didn’t last long as Sonny came over and literally flung you over his shoulder.

“I swear to god I will stab you asshole” you growled as he carried you through the garden.

“Stop being an unsociable demon then” he laughed dropping your on your ass in the middle of the group.

“You better sleep with one eye open in J-Bad” you growled looking up at him “I’m coming for you Sonny Quinn”

“Give it your best shot Princess” he winked before going back to the grill.

Sighing in defeat you pulled your phone out , connecting it to Blackburn’s outdoor surround system, scrolling through your playlist you were looking for one song, a song that you knew would cause shit but you needed a good fight. Standing to your feet you went to join Jase, Ray and Sonny around the grill whilst pressing play on the song.

Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend (That's right) No way, no way, I think you need a new one. Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend. Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me. No way, no way, you know it's not a secret. Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend

“Please tell me you didn’t just put this song on” Jase sighed as he realised the song you put on that was now blasting out loud.

“Don’t know what you are on about” you shrugged “I just put my playlist on shuffle”

“Give me strength” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Dude it’s just a song chill out” you laughed.

“Yes but it’s the meaning behind the song and you know it” Ray sighed.

You're so fine, I want you mine, you're so delicious. I think about you all the time, you're so addictive. Don't you know what I can do to make you feel alright? (Alright, alright, alright, alright)

“Look I’m not going to do anything so chill out” you nodded looking around the garden, making eye contact with Clay. You always had flirty banter with him until he got with Jenny, she instantly took a disliking to you, didn’t like how close you were with Clay. Your eyes were still locked as you sang along with the song. “Don't pretend, I think you know I'm damn precious. And hell yeah, I'm the motherfucking princess. I can tell you like me too and you know I'm right”

In a way this was your way of admitting your true feelings to him, it was ironic that you wasn’t afraid of being the first person through the door but when it came to your feelings that scared the fuck out of you.

She's like so whatever. You could do so much better. I think we should get together now. And that's what everyone's talking about. Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend. No way, no way, I think you need a new one. Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend. Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me. No way, no way, you know it's not a secret. Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend

“Whatever happens you have my six right?” You asked looking up at the boys.

“You know we always do” Ray said, squeezing your shoulder. “Just don’t do anything stupid”

“Come on this is me we are on about Ray” you laughed sipping your beer, watching how Jenny realised you and Clay were still holding eye contact across the garden and you could literally see steam coming out of her ears. “But if she wants to start fucking let her”

“That’s what I’m worried about” he sighed “we don’t need you banged up for this deployment”

“When do I ever lose a fight” you winked before going to mingle with the rest of the team.

The boys couldn’t take their eyes off Clay and Jenny, just waiting for the moment it popped off so they could intervene.

“Deployment is going to be fun” Sonny said with sarcasm laced in his voice.

In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger. 'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better. There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in? She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking? In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger. 'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better. There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in? She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?

Before you knew it you felt someone pulling your hair making you scream at the sudden contact. That was it, you saw red, you ignored the pain from Jenny’s grip on your hair as you managed to get out of her hold, without even thinking your fist connected with her face, so hard you felt it crack making your smirk.

“Don’t ever try to sneak attack a Seal bitch” you spat as she clutched her nose.

“Y/N what the fuck” Clay snapped rushing to Jenny’s aid, “you fucking broke her nose”

“Oh did I?” You shrugged, rolling your eyes.

“The fuck has gotten into you recently, this isn’t you” Clay shouted as Trent took Jenny to go see to her nose.

“Oh that’s fucking rich coming from you” you growled, squaring you with Clay with your fists balled at your side.

“I don’t know what youre talking about” Clay growled back, your bodies pressed together.

“Well how about ever since you got with her , you never hang with the team anymore, you bail on us all the goddamn time. Or how about when I needed my best friend because I was having a hard time with some news I got but you blew me off because you had plans with her” you screamed as the hot tears ran down your cheeks. “Or when the weight of the last fucking op was near enough crushing me to the point I nearly left the fucking team, you didn’t even notice because you are never around. So much for being my best friend and having my six”

“Come one Y/L/N” Jase said in your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you away from Clay.

“I didn’t know” Clay said, softening his tone.

“Like I said it’s because you are never around” you screamed as you thrashed in Jason’s grip. As Jenny appeared next to Clay, wrapping her hand around his arm. “You know I was moments away from spilling my heart out to you last deployment but stopped myself because you’d never feel anything for your best friend despite the years of flirting”

“Baby she’s just jealous” Jenny whined.

“Bitch I can show you jealous if you want” you growled as Jase picked you up taking you further away from the situation.

“Walk it off” he snapped as he put you on the ground.

“Why should I?” You snapped.

“Just fucking walk it off Y/N” Jase snapped before dropping his tone. “Please just go calm down”

“Fine” you huffed grabbing the bottle of whiskey off the side when he let you go.

As you were taking yourself for a walk to try and calm down you heard Jenny ask Clay a question that you weren't sure if you wanted to know the answer to so you started sprinting to get as far away from them as possible.

“You gotta choose Clay, it’s me or her?”

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Please a Trent one after they win the prem (I've been reminiscing it) where he talks about thanking everyone and you walk past with some of the lads joking on? And he looks at you and says how great and supportive you've been? Then maybe they show some cute moments of the two of you? Please I love your writing and this would mean the world

Ah bless thank you! x

“Oh here she is, your ‘dream girl’, Trent “ Alex joked as you headed towards the small crowd of lads, in which involved your boyfriend and his face turning bright red as he showed his shy, mainly awkward, and gave he a little nudge. “Pack it in Ox” you playfully rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around your fella, proud as ever at his achievements, yet again, “touch a nerve did I” he pouted, Trent still narrowing his eyes to his wind up of a mate. “Do you want me to tell everyone what Pez calls you on the daily” you cooed, pinching his cheek as he shot you a look of warning, “ok ok fair enough” he pleaded, holding his hands up in defeat.

“Trentski’s little ‘bubs’ is getting mad guys behave” Andy added as everyone fell into laughter, “get off man” your worked up boyfriend groaned, having his hair ruffled left right and centre by Jordan, “don’t you start Robbo” you fake sobbed, embarrassed as ever...although it was funny to see your fella absolutely hating his life in the current situation, getting a lot of stick from his eight teammates, waiting for their phots with the trophy.

“Right think it’s time for us to leave” he raised his eyebrows, grabbing your hand to take you on a lap of the pitch away from all the teasing, “eventually, peace and quiet...nice isn’t it” he joked, looping an arm around your side. “And how might everyone know our little nicknames?” you had to ask, intrigued at what conversations would’ve caused that to appear, “they kind of got on my phone and the messages...” he scratched at the back of his head. “Course they did” you sighed with a smile, “best be thankful there wasn’t anything to cheeky on there eh”.

“They’ve been teasing me nonstop after I rambled on about you and everything you’ve done the past year for me and my career” he grinned, seeing your face light up at the fact he mentioned you to everyone, “you talked about...me?” you whispered in a happy tone, “of course, after all you are the reason to this big achievement” he said with open arms, pointing over towards the trophy. “But I mean I kind of wish I hadn’t said anything now, well not as much as I did, because since then they’ve been absolutely hammering me for going all ‘soft’ and loved up” he joked with a huff, a small giggle leaving your lips, “yeah I agree, you definitely shouldn’t have said anything. Ox can’t keep his mouth closed and Robbo can’t help but take the piss”

“Oh shit” his mouth hung open as his eyes widened, turning your shoulders to face the big screen on the wall, only to see all your lockdown videos being repeated, your ‘baking’ tutorials which ended up being a massive fail every single time, you at the matches celebrating his goals in the 66 jersey and the iconic one of you running onto the pitch at the final whistle of the champions league after he scored the screamer against barca. “Weyyy there’s lover boy on the screen” Gini shouted down the field to yous, at this point the pair of you not even rising to it. “Come on then let’s give em a show” you winked, grabbing his face and smacking your lips against his as he lifted your hips and looped his hands under your thighs for support before deepening the passionate kiss.

[hypnosisbuttd]

Hypnosis is Bullshit

(A gay Hypnosis Story)

“Alright Campers!” Chris shouts to the contestants in the cafeteria “It’s time for your next challenge!”

“What now?” Duncan asks annoyed.

“Aw what? Do you not enjoy my challenge?” Chris says sadly

“No” All of the contestants say simultaneously

“Rude...” Chris says, faking being offended. “Well it doesn’t matter cause you’re doing it anyways! Meet me out by the cabins! No not your housing arrangements, the OTHER cabins.”

Chris then proceeds to disappear.

The Campers leave their cafeteria, but then Duncan and Trent get into a little scuffle outside the doors.

“Don’t fucking push me dude” Trent snapped

“Well if your slow ass wasn’t taking up the entire doorway I wouldn’t have needed to” Duncan responds

“Bastard, you wanna fight me?” Trent threatens

“Try me bitch” Duncan challenges“

Oh my god, break it up you two.” Heather sighs

“You stay out of this you black haired dog eater” Duncan sneers

“AIGHT BITCH YOU WANNA GO?!” Heather says threatening Duncan as Lindsay holds her back.

“Ha, you’re so easy to get a reaction out of” He laughs

“Ugh! I really wish someone would knock you down a peg you brat!” Heather shouts

“Duncan I really think you should back off” Gwen suggests

“Aw come on you know you love it baby”“Ew...” Gwen says backing off.

“Y’all gonna head over to the Cabins, or Am I gonna have to drag your clown asses over there?” Leshawna asks

“Tch, fine” Duncan reluctantly lets up

(Nobody messes with Leshawna)

The campers settles their conflict and head out to the old cabins in the wood. 6 of them have spirals painted on them.

“This challenge is a 1 on 1 hypnosis challenge, each of one of the former screaming gophers will compete with one of the former Killer Bass to hypnotize each other in one hour. Whoever succeeds will be allowed to do whatever they want with the other, whoever does the most embarrassing thing to the other when the timer is up wins, the judge will as always be me.” Chris explains

“As stupid as this challenge is, there is a slight problem Chris” Duncan calls out

“And that is?” Chris asks

“Hypnosis ain’t real you fucking moron.” He shouts

“Yes it is!” Izzy shouts “Ive seen plenty of government facilities use Hypnosis on Politicians to get them favorably on one side of the Spectrum or on enemy soldier to reveal critical information! But I’m completely resistant to it cause I was born colorblind!” Izzy rants

“And we’re supposed to believe the crazy lady why?” Duncan asks

Izzy growls

“Anyways here are your teams”

“Leshawna and Eva, you’ll go to the first cabin”

“Ha good luck, I have an Iron Will” Eva notes

“Team 2 will be Heather and Bridgette”

“Yeah no, I’m not letting this bitch control me. You’re going down Heather” Bridgette threatens

“Team 3 is Lindsay and Izzy”

“This will go down well...” Duncan mutters sarcastically

“Team 4 is Geoff and Gwen”

“Aight little lady! We got this!” Geoff cheers

“I don’t think you understand this challenge” Gwen says

“Team 5 is Owen and DJ”

“Oh fuck no” Trent and Duncan say simultaneously

“And Team 6 will be Duncan and Trent! Ha ha ha” Chris laughs

“Fuck you and your idiot ass McLain” Duncan says flipping the bird at McLain before waking inside the cabin.

“I could have had it worse...” Trent suggests trying to keep it positive.

The two of them wander inside the cabin and did the room lined with various Hypnosis tools.

Duncan just sighs“God this shit it stupid... I mean look at this” He picks up a ray gun “Hypno Gun? My gif what do they think we are? 5? I’m so done with this. Let’s just wait the hour out I don’t even care if we lose”

“Whatever...” Trent sighs.

Duncan sits down on one of the coaches while Trent wanders around the room.

After a bit of searching however, Trent notices a small tape sitting in the corner of the room, he picks it up and the Tape Reads ‘Easy White Noise Hypnosis’. Trent, wanting a bit of laugh but also not caring, removes the label and replaces it with a label he had on one of his other tapes titled ‘Heavy Punk Rock Favorites’.

He then proceeds to sit next to Duncan

“Da fuck do you want?” Duncan snaps

“Well I decided since we’re going to be here a while, I thought you would like to listen to some music. I know you’re a punk rock fan, so I got some of my favorites.” He hands the tape to Duncan

“I mean you’re choice in Music probably sucks but whatever...” Duncan plugs in a pair of headphones into the tape and begins listening.

“Dude this is just white noise, what the fuck is this?” Duncan asks clearly confused

“It’s a start up noise, it’ll probably take a couple minutes to start up” Trent lied

Duncan relents and continues to sit there. After a few minutes, his expression begins to go slack and he sits there looking confused.

“Dude... This shit is making my head feel... funny...” Duncan slurs. He goes to take off the headphones.

“Up bup bup bup” Trent places his hands on his and keeps the headphones “Just keep going”

“But... I...”

“Ssshhh” Trent shush him. Duncan giggles a little before continuing on.

After a couple more minutes, Duncan is gone full slack. His eyes are crossed and drool is slowly dripping down the side of his mouth. Trent waves his hand in front of Duncan, he doesn’t even react. He just sits there.

Holy shit did it actually work? Trent thinks. He decides to test his theory.

“Duncan can you hear me?” Trent asks

“Yeah...” Duncan mumbles

“Are you willing to obey my commands?” He asks

“Sure” Duncan slurs

“Stand in front of me...” He orders

Duncan stands up and walks in front of Trent.

No way... Trent thinks This can’t be real. I guess the only way to know is if I make him do something so embarrassing that if he’s pranking me he’ll have to let up...

“Alright Duncan listen to me. When I snap my fingers, you will become a Sexy Gay stripper who’s here to strip for me. You love showing your bare ass for people and you’re super horny. Ok?”

Duncan just drools

Theres no way... Trent thinks

Trent snaps his fingers and Duncan wakes up and stares directly at Trent. He then placed Hands on either side of Trent

Yup he’s definitely going to kill me

“Why Hello there Sexy” Duncan purrs

OH MY GOD Trents Mind Screams

Duncan stands up and admired Trent “Damn when they sent me for this job, I didn’t expect my client to be so sexy.” He says seductively

“Thank you...” Trent says trying to hold in his laughter

“Anyways let’s get on with the show shall we?” Duncan says pulling off his shirt slowly.

Trent just stares in awe as Duncan slowly pulls off his clothes. First he tosses off his shirt and lets Trent feel his pecs. Then he pulls off his pants and gives Trent a lap dance. Finally when Trent thought it was going to end, Duncan leaned in by his ear“

Since you’re such a special client case, I’ll give you a bonus show.” He whispers seductively.

Duncan stands up and pulls off his underwear, bearing his ass for Trent to see. He throws the underwear off to the side and exposes himself directly in front of Trent.

“Like what you see?” Duncan says winking

Trent could feel himself getting hard.

Wait what?

Trent looked down to see himself indeed having a hard on at the site of Duncan

What the? I’m straight! What the heck is going on?

Duncan leans in quietly and sets himself on Trents lap“What do you say me and you find the bedroom, and take care of that little problem of yours” Duncan says pulling at the edge of Trents pants

“Alright that’s enough! Sleep!” Trent calls out

Duncan immediately falls limp, his body crashing into Trents chest. Trent realized how Tiny Duncan was especially without the clothes and laughed to himself a little.

Hmm what should I do with you now? Trent thinks.

He looks down at Duncan’s muscular form. And immediately comes up with a devilish plan.

“Alright Duncan… You can still hear me correct?” He asks

“Ye…” Duncan slurs.

“Alright, when I wake you up, you will think you are a professional wrestler. And I am your opponent. You will try and punch and dent but will not have enough strength to do so. Meanwhile when I even slightly tap you, you will feel excruciating pain. And the only way You can make it stop is by me surrendering. Understood?” Trent explains.

Duncan moans.

“Ok… Then go…” Trent snaps his fingers.

Duncan sits up instantly and stares directly at Trent. He smiles and growls.

“Look at you. Little Princess. You think you can beat me?” Duncan sneers.

Trent stands up. “Psh, you’re all talk…” He laughs.

“Oh yeah. Then let’s see how you like this?” Duncan aims a punch directly for Trents face, but when he touches his face, it’s no more than a slight touch. Duncan backs up.

“You’re sturdy…” He mutters.

“Wanna try that again?” He asks

“Grr TAKE THIS!!!” Duncan runs up to him and grabs him around the arms. He attempts to lift Trent up, but fails miserably.

Trent just laughs and flicks Duncan’s nose. Duncan backs up and covers his nose in pain.

“Dude what the fuck?! How did you do that?” He says rubbing his nose.

“Just luck I guess.” Trent slaps Duncan’s back and he collapses to the ground writing in pain.

“OK DUDE I SURRENDER!! PLEASE JUST STOP!!!” Duncan screams.

Trent pulls Duncan’s legs over his shoulders and Duncan writhes in pain.

“Say it!” Trent snaps

“Say what?” Duncan whimpers.

“Say you’re a princess…” He tugs on his leg.

Duncan winces hard. “GAAAH! Fine! I’m a Princess! I’m a pretty little bitch princess.”

“Why couldn’t Mario find you?”

“I was in another castle! Obviously!”

“And what we’re you doing there?”

“Probably getting fucked by You.” He laughs.

Trent stands there silent for a moment as he drops Duncan lies on the ground writhing.

“I surrender.” He mumbles.

Duncan’s pain vanishes and he quietly gets up and turns to Trent.

“You ok dude?” He asks

“Why did you say I was getting fucked by you? Why the fuck would you say that?” He growls.

“Dude, I just think your hot. I’m not tryna make you mad. If anything, I think you’d make a great top!” Duncan laughs.

Trent just sighs. “Sleep…”

Duncan falls forward and collapses into Trents arms. Trent quietly sits him on the floor and sits next to him thinking.

Did he really mean that? Trent thinks

He looks over at Duncan, who’s drooling on the floor and looking spaces out. Trent quietly contemplates for a moment before realizing his final trick. The thing he would do for Chris’s competition.

“Alright Duncan, can you hear me?” Trent asks.

“Mm…” Duncan quietly mumbles.

“Great then here’s what we’re gonna do.”

(Time skip to the end of the competition ton)

“Aaaaaand Times Up!” Chris blows his air horn. “Let’s see what we got now!”

“Duncan was right! You’re bullshitting McLain!” Gwen snaps.

“None of that stuff worked! All of the tools were fake!” Leshawna explains.

“Yeah! And I should know! I know what Hypnosis stuff looks like!” Izzy shouts.

“Really? It was supposedly real when I bought it online.” Chris says nervously.

“Yeah well I can guarantee that not a single one of us completed the challenge.” Bridgette snaps

“Actually I did!” Trent raised his hand.

Everyone turns to look at him in surprise.

“You can’t be serious…” Heather says tiredly.

“I am! And I have proof!” Trent quietly walks down the steps, a small figure crouches down behind him.

“Is that…” Gwen attempts to peak around.

Trent calls the small figure. “Come on, don’t be shy…”

The figure crawls quietly to Trents feet and reveals itself to be Duncan, but he’s different. His usual green Mohawk, now he had his air in a sort of wild style, kind of slicked back, but with a bit of a tip. But that was the least of the Changes. He was completely naked except for a pair of black ears and a large black tail stuck into his ass. And he had a collar with a bone collared name tag on it saying “Damian” attached to a leash that Trent was holding.

“No way…” Izzy says shocked.

“His name is Damian now. He’s a cutie aint he?” He says scratching Damian behind the ears. Damian pants in happiness.

“This isn’t real…” Heather says laughing.

“It is. I Hypnoed him to be a good boy. I taught him a couple tricks while I had the time.” Trent explains.

He points to in front of him and Damian walks up and “stands” on all fours in front of Trent.

“Sit…”

Damian sits like a dog looking at Trent expectantly.

“Roll over.”

Damian lies down then rolls onto his back, then rolls back onto his stomach and sits up.

“Speak!”

Damian barks.

“Wag your tail!”

Damian sticks his butt up in the air, and begins wagging his fake tail. Damian looks at Trent happily.

“Good boy!”

Trent pulls a cookie out of his pocket and dangles it in front of Damian. Damian grabs it and begins munching on the cookie. Once he’s finished, Trent pulls out a large beef bone and hands it to Damian. Damian takes it in his mouth and quietly circles around Trent before lying at his feet and viciously chewing on the bone.

“This is insane!” Owen looks in shock.

“HES SO CUTE!!!” Lindsay squeals.

“Oh how the tables have turned…” Heather smirks.

Chris looks at Trent in shock. He regains his composure and smiles at Trent. “Well then! Congratulations, Trent! You have won immunity!” Chris announces.

“And Damian, he’s my dog, after all.” Trent reaches down and scratches Damian behind the ears again. Damian whines in happiness.

“Ugh… Fine! Damian gets Immunity too… You have to change him back by the end of the week though!” Chris adds.

“Yeah yeah…” Trent waves it off.

(One week later, after Eva is eliminated)

Trent walks up to Damian, who had been quietly sleeping under Trents bunk. He ques for Damian to come out and Damian shuffles out and quietly waits for Trents command.

“Alright welp its time for you to go back to normal…”

Damian frowns and cries at Trent.

“I know I know… But Chris said it’s the requirement…” Trent says petting Damian.

Reluctantly, Damian sits back in normal position.

“Goodbye for now Damian…”

Damian barks one more time and nuzzles into Trents hand.

“And sleep…”

Duncan’s eyes roll over and he returns to sleep mode.

“Alright Duncan, I want you to take all the memories of you as Damian and tuck them safely away. It’ll be there, but you can’t open it unless I ask you to. Ok?” Trent explains.

Duncan mumbles what sounded like a yes.

“And other than that, when I snap my fingers, you will wake up as your Normal self, with all the memories of what you did. Ok?” Trent asks

Duncan nods.

“Ok, and go.” Trent snaps his fingers.

Duncan’s eyes snap back to reality and he looks at Trent in disgust.

“The fuck is up with-“ He stops as his memories come in “OH FUCK YOU!!!” Duncan gets up and lightly shoved Trent. Trent laughs.

“Yup! I got you!” Trent says.

“Oh god! How the fuck did That work?” Duncan asks

“Honestly? I just kinda got lucky! But I wasn’t wasting a golden opportune moment like this!” Trent laughs.

“Tch, whatever.” Duncan crosses his arms. But shockingly his expression softens.

“Hey… about that Damian thing…” He mumbles.

“What about it?” I ask strangely.

“Do you think you could do it again sometime…” He asks quietly.

Trent looks at him surprised “You’re not serious?!” Trent says shocked.

“Yes I am. I kinda like being Damian. I know I act like a bad boy all the time but, to be Damian would be like having just… a lay off of that I guess…” Duncan mumbles.

Trent seems to think for a moment, before nodding and reaching his hand out towards Duncan. “Deal!”

Duncan grasps his hand and shakes it. “Thanks.”

Duncan begins quietly walking out when Trent stops him.

“Aren’t you gonna put on clothes?” Trent laughs.

Duncan looks back at him and smirks.

“Dogs don’t wear clothes”

(END)

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Little Miss Heartbreaker

Chapter 8 - Uneasy

You’re jolting away from him when his pouted lips are a matter of millimetres away from yours. Forcing yourself to step back and stop before you do something that you might regret, although kissing Marcus Rashford definitely wouldn’t be at the top of the list of the worst things you’d ever done. 

“Shit, sorry” he’s mumbling when he realises that he’s just been leaning into thin air. Scratching the back of his head as he watches your cheeks illuminate with that all too familiar pink glow. Feeling awful for just dodging him like that but you’re meant to be his doctor for fuck’s sake, not his little love interest, though the idea of having that label to your name makes your tummy fill with butterflies. 

“I’ll leave you to get ready then, I don’t mind coming to pick you up before breakfast, but it’s fine if you don’t want me to, especially, you know, um, after that” he’s saying before making his way back to the door, stepping out into the empty corridor and heading to his room. Twisting the lock on the door of room number 14 just as he hears a voice shout ‘see you in half an hour’. A cold sweat of relief running down his back at the fact that you’re still willing to meet him after he’d just tried to kiss you.

***

“Fucking hell, how much scrambled egg does one person need?” Jesse’s shouting as Marcus adds another spoonful onto his plate, all of the other lads turning around to laugh at him. Unaware of the fact that he’s actually getting some for you as well considering you’re refusing to move from your spot at the table, too paranoid incase you trip over or rip your trousers on the way up to the buffet.

“Here ya go” he’s saying a few minutes later, sliding onto the chair next to you along with a huge plate of eggs, beans, bacon and toast, and the biggest glass of orange juice he could get because ‘a little birdy told me it was your favourite’, Dom clearly having some sort of influence on his decision because you’d let that one slip during your awkward conversation yesterday. Turning around to give him a little smile as he settles down on the table behind, raising his eyebrows and acting all surprised when he spots the huge glass of orange juice sitting beside you, shrugging his shoulders as you mouth ‘thank you’ at him. A giggle escaping your lips when he replies with ‘it was the birdy, not me’, shooting him a wink before turning back around to eat your breakfast.

“You got much planned today?” Ben’s asking as he wanders over with a bowl of cereal, the milk sloshing over the side and trickling down his hand with each step, making your inner clean freak have a mini meltdown as you watch it run down his arm and drip onto the floor.

“Oh, um, not much, I think I’ve just got some paperwork to do and then I’ll join you lot outs-” you’re starting before the appearance of someone grinds your mouth to a halt.

“You alright? Don’t mind if I sit with you, do you?” he’s saying as Ben and Jesse nod their heads and pat the table above the spare seat. James watching you from the other end of the table as you take a deep breath and wipe your clammy palms on your thighs. His shadow approaching closer by the second as he worms his way in and out of everyone else’s chairs before settling in the space opposite from you. Marcus’ hand subtly sliding across your lap and taking hold of yours, his thumb tracing patterns on your skin as you look up at the man sat in front of you, a shy smile on his face before his gaze is dropping to the bowl of Coco Pops laid before him. Watching as his spoon plunges beneath the milk and retrieves a huge mountain of the little brown nuggets, even appearing to shock himself when they all fit into his mouth. The back of his hand skimming across his lips as he wipes away a little trickle of milk that hadn’t managed to make it the first time around. Something about his little hamster cheeks making you feel all funny inside but then he’s moving his arm out of the way and his initials and squad number are back on full display. That fuzzy warm feeling inside suddenly being replaced by the familiar stinging sensation that had smothered you for most of the night, a reminder of who he really was. Trent.

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Who's Got Your Love - Chapter 13

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Who's Got Your Love? - Chapter 13

Week 4 Chapter 4: Drastic Measures

Trent

All of the guys headed over to where Ariana stood, the first thing that Trent took in was that there was an iPad on a stand. He sighed as he sat down not really ready to talk about anything but parts of him hoped she'd be telling them they get to go back to the villa earlier.

"Woah hey what's going on? Are we going back?" Nick said as he looked between all of the guys and at Ariana.

"No, not quite. I will tell you that the time is running very short though so from here on out I do recommend focusing on what you really want to do. But for now do you want to see what the girls are up too?" Ariana asked with a smile.

"Probably a whole lot of nothing." Nick said.

"Well since you've volunteered, Nick do you want to share with the group or do you want to keep it to yourself?"

"Definitely share." Nick said.

Trent couldn't help but hope that Jay chooses to share with the group so that way he can also see what Kat has been up too and if she was okay all things considered.

The guys watched as the girls got introduced to the guys as they sat at the bonfire no doubt originally waiting for the recoupling to as Layla's face lit up when she noticed a certain tall guy as Trent tried to hide a laugh over Nick's reaction.

Trent zoned out for the most part but he saw how uncomfortable Kat looked and it took almost everything in him not to tell Ariana to tell whoever she had to tell to cut the shit and let us all go back to the way things were.

"Tell us more about you handsome." Layla said.

"Relax he didn't even get to introduce himself." Briana said.

"My name is Preston, I'm from Michigan." He said as he looked over at all the girls and he wasn't sure if anyone else caught it but Preston's eyes while they went over everyone else stayed lingered on Kat more so.

He took it as he wasn't the only one when Jay scoffed and muttered something among the lines of Preston being a show off and that he's really going to be the type of person who will bring nothing to the table as Trent shook his head.

"Jay?" Ariana asked as he looked up at her.

"Do you want to share?"

"Yes, I would." It took everything in Trent not to turn around and slap the smirk right off Jay's face.

The video started more or less seeing Kat like before just more up close as Trent frowned, however Jay still had that ever present smirk. The video moved forward a bit to Alex and Kat off to the side as Trent smiled a little happy to know Kat had someone there.

The two talked a little about what happened the night before what was supposed to be the recoupling," I don't know I guess I just didn't expect all of this literally the very next day after what happened with Jay."

"Who isn't here right now and no offense but with the way he has been he's certainly not thinking about you with those new girls." Alex said as Trent had to refrain from outright agreeing with Alex as Jay scoffed and said that was far from the truth as Pete looked over at him.

"Watch it mate." Pete said quickly.

But as Kat agreed Trent's heart broke a little. If she knew than why was she still trying to make things work with Jay?

"Than you got to give that freakishly tall dude some attention. He's been practically drooling over you since he walked through the door and you look like you need the fun that he wants." No, Alex that's not what Trent meant when he said he was thankful that Kat had someone there to look out for her.

The video skipped to Kat taking Preston's shot and downing it as the two seemed super close throughout the night as videos played. Trent enjoyed seeing her smile and laugh he just wished it was him being the reason.

Trent could practically hear Jay's heartbeat from behind him as Preston pulled Kat away for a talk.

"I know this is probably the last thing you want to talk about but Jay is an idiot." Trent couldn't but agree with him on that one," I saw everything leading up to this and including last night. I figured it was my turn to drop in and show you how you should be treated."

"I just want to forget about all of that other stuff so that way when I have to face it again maybe I have a more clear look on it." Kat said.

"I get that. I mean it was a lot to even just watch. Like Jay and Layla kissing? Her picking him the next night? The heart rate monitor with Alex and talking to her before you? Just everything really." Trent watched as the look on Kat's face went from confused to hurt and than ultimately unreadable as he let out a breath he wasn't aware he was even holding.

Trent saw Jay put his head in his hands his smirk evidently completely wiped from his face Trent felt relieved that Kat had finally heart about the things Jay has been up too.

Things seemingly changed a lot more once that happened , the video started to show Preston capitalizing an almost all the cylinders making Kat one of the happiest people he has ever seen. Trent was trying to stay quiet as they showed Preston taking a body shot off her, the amount of times they kissed or more likely made out.

"Jay what do you have to say?" Ariana said as the video package ended.

"I guess we don't really realize that things are going to find a way to turn around and that she would find out, and I wish I would have told her myself."

"Do you think this is somethin you two could work through?"

"I would want too, but it's something that I don't think she's going to want too at this point." Jay said as he sat back.

"Well no shit." Trent said as James laughed a little bit.

And for once Jay just let it go and kept his mouth shut.

Pete

"Pete do you want to share or keep it yourself?"

"I would like to share with everyone." Pete said.

He tried to be confident about everything but he also knew that Alex was an attractive girl who was bound to get a lot of attention. But he didn't know just exactly what he was in for when the video started to play.

It once again started out as everyone introduced themselves and drinks were getting passed around and they all watched as Alex lifted her drink up for a toast as she said," To new friendships."

"I mean I don't know about the rest of these guys but I didn't come here to make friends." One of the guys that Pete later learned was named Ethan said as he made sure to look over at Alex the whole time.

Pete watched as it cut off to after the part that Jay had just seen and Alex sat there and watched Kat, it didn't take long before she wasn't alone that much longer, " Is this seat taken?" Pete watched as Kenny came into view and Alex shook her head no.

"Why aren't you with the rest of the group?"

"While I'm sure they are all having the time of their life, the person I was looking for also happened not to be with the group but instead with a friend who she must have given one hell of a pep talk too." Kenny said as he laughed.

"Oh be careful there mate, kissing ass only makes it so far." Pete said out loud as the guys chuckled.

" Apparently it makes it far with some people." Jay said.

Pete was kind of thankful that didn't turn into anything as he really wanted to see all of what they would give him as to what Alex was up too.

" I hope so, she deserves it." Alex said.

"And you don't?" Kenny had asked.

"I didn't say that." Pete couldn't help but smile when she said that. Pete knew Alex believed in what she deserved when it came to relationships. But it was just the getting to the relationship part that was the hard part it seemed.

"Good because I certainly want to know more about you." Kenny said with a wink.

Pete tried to keep the comments to himself as everything continued on, he tried to tell himself that this was only temporary that Alex would be back here soon enough and they can figure this all out. And if she brought someone else back than that was okay too cause they didn't talk about what they were just yet.

"Man, it's about to get fun in this villa." Pete was brought out of his trance when Ethan said that, why did he have to hear this guy talk again.

"Well apparently coming up very soon according to this text right here, we are going head to head in a challenge with your boys and their new girls. Winner gets something they haven't told us yet cause they want that to be a surprise." Ethan finished saying, and Pete didn't have a good feeling about this especially not after Jay's video.

Layla looked over at Ethan," You're loving this aren't you?" She said to him.

" Just a little. I mean don't you guys want them jealous? Want them thinking their about to lose you guys to someone else so they step their game up when you all see each other again?" Ethan said," Or when Pete sees me with Alex that's a different story though."

"Have you even talked to Alex yet?" Briana asked as Layla agreed with her.

"Not yet, perfect opportunity is coming up really soon though." Ethan said as he shook his phone at them.

"What an ass." Trent said as James and Pete both agreed.

Before anything else it skipped to Chuck looking at Alex," Alex truth or dare?"

For once Pete was hoping Alex would be boring and go with truth but he knew that was too much to ask for especially when it came to Alex," Let's go with dare."

"I dare you to kiss the most attractive man in the villa."

They all watched as everyone waited for Alex to pick someone. Jay and Trent scoffed when Preston jokingly made a gesture to himself but even in a video Pete knew it wasn't going to happen and while he thought Jay deserved it he now kind of felt bad for Trent. Even more so when he ended up in the same boat when Alex turned towards Ethan and planted a kiss right on his lips that he accepted with a smirk on his face.

The guys all sat there shocked as the video turned to everyone standing most likely ready to go to bed," We got to figure out who is sleeping where and we only have 5 beds again."

"Me and Preston can share." Kat said rather boldly.

"Is she fucking serious?" Jay said as that question was quickly answered when Preston wasted no time in agreeing.

"Alex?" Kenny and Ethan asked at the same time.

"Um I'm fine with whatever or whoever."

"I'm fine with sharing." Ethan said as Pete thought about how he sure as hell wanted Kenny to at least try and step up but he took the defeat instead and watched as Kenny said he was going to take one of the couches.

With that the video just stopped but Pete knew there was so much more that happened but that they decided not to show. It was like a whole different feeling now starting to sneak it's way into the villa.

"Pete how are you feeling?"

"Not great but it's not like I can really go and get mad about things as neither of us got the chance to talk about what we wanted to be just yet."

"Does this change the way you'll approach Alex going back into the villa?" Ariana asked as Pete couldn't do anything but shrug.

"Guess we'll just have to wait and see."

James

While it seemed like Alex wanted to be something with someone other than him. But James also knew that while he knew he didn't have anything to worry about when it came to Briana and that all the guys were worried about what they were seeing here but not a single one was worrying about what the girls were most likely also seeing there.

As James's video played and went through of course they had to share Briana's reaction to hearing what James had said to Trent and Adam in confidence but it also meant the guys now knew that the girls saw footage too but Pete on the other hand also now knew as well and James was thankful he decided not to say anything at least not right now.

Adam on the other hand didn't get to see what Callie was up too. Which is something that he wasn't exactly happy about but he got to see a little of what she was up too when she either talked in the videos or when she was in the background for the most part it looked like she was talking to Chuck or Cash.

Ariana was getting ready to leave," I hope this put things into better perspective for all of you." She began as everyone nodded," You guys have the rest of the night and tomorrow to figure things out." With that she walked away.

"Well that was shit." Trent said as Jay walked away followed by Nick and Adam.

"Yeah, I can tell you that you certainly have your own stuff you really have to worry about." Pete said.

" Listen I know it's messed up for me to say what I said about my feelings towards Alex. But- " James began to say as Pete cut him off.

"No man don't explain yourself. You said it for a reason just means you're one of the true ones to have feelings for her. You should talk to her."

"You're just giving up?" Trent asked Pete.

"No, never said that one though." Pete said as he clasped a hand on James's shoulder and gave it a squeeze," Pretty much let the best man win her."

James nodded his head," Yeah, that sounds about right honestly. I still don't know exactly what I'm going to do."

"What about you Trent?"

"She's happy right now with that Preston, all I can hope is that she doesn't end up with Jay whether that means she brings Preston into the villa or not. I'm still going to talk to her maybe."

"Maybe?"

"If she brings him back I think her mind is pretty much made up. And he told her something almost all of us knew and didn't tell her. Than seeing the way Jay acted while here? And seeing the way she is with Preston, I don't want to mess that up." Trent said.

"I know what you mean but that also means you should also not take a step back." Pete told Trent.

"Thought you and Jay were friends?" James asked him.

"Friends?" Pete couldn't help but laugh," I would say we're just two people in the same house for a couple of weeks I would say wanting the same thing too but that's not true." Pete said before he walked off.

"This day just can't get any worse, can it?" James asked.

"Don't say that we're here you know it can." Trent said as the two went to rejoin everyone.

"Why does it seem like everyone got the worst news? Is our time together being cut short?" Alexa asked.

"No, we all just got to see clips of what the girls are up too." Jay said.

"And Jay here did not like what he seen." Pete said that as Alexa looked over at Jay who looked less than thrilled to be talking about this again.

"Really?" Alexa said.

Jay nodded," She may be bringing someone new into the villa leave it at that. I'm going to bed." He said as he got up and headed to get ready for bed.

James just shrugged," Long day, I'm going to bed too."

Adam

Today was meant to be the last day in the villa, Adam knew that meant a lot of the guys were going to be figuring out things that they wanted to do.

"What are you guys going to do? You haven't talked to anyone but Callie and I know we haven't been able to do the recoupling so you didn't get to see what she was up too." Nick said as he came into the kitchen.

Adam shrugged," I'm not picking anyone else if that's what you really want to know. If Callie bringing someone else in so be it, I'll figure it out."

"Just like that?"

"Exactly like that, I've only been here for not even two weeks. Yeah Callie is great but if she brings someone else in. I'm not going to step on toes right away."

"I see that. I think Layla is bringing someone else in." Nick said.

"And is that why you're suddenly asking about Callie again? I know you guys had a bit of a thing that I don't really know or care what happened too." Adam said as he finished up his food.

"It's not like that, nothing bad happened between Callie and I just both wanted different things and it's not like anything truly ended just decided we both were going to pursue others and who knew what was going to happen later on." Nick said, Adam couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed.

He knew Nick only decided this after he saw the video of Layla, but it's not like he decided on whether or not he was bringing anyone new back in the villa. So for Nick to be sitting here and trying to grill him over things was a little baffling to say the least.

"I'm not going to stop that anytime soon if that's what you think. I don't care if she brings someone else in like I said I'll figure it out when the time comes."

"What's going on out here?" James asked and he and Jay walked in.

"Just talking about tonight and life going back into the villa." Nick said as Adam scoffed but nodded his head.

"I'm ready to go back into the villa." James said.

"No surprise there." Trent said as he walked in with a laugh.

"He can't wait to tell Alex about his feelings and break Briana's heart." Jay said.

"Have you learned nothing from last night?" Pete said as he joined the guys in the kitchen.

Jay scoffed," Only that life goes on and I got to step things up a lot more." Jay said with that signature smirk. Almost like he completely forgot about everything he just saw yesterday.

"Sounds like someone who refuses to believe he's about to get dumper later." Pete said with a laugh.

It took everything in Adam and also James and Trent not to agree with Pete's statement about Jay but for the sake of just getting through the rest of this day and get back to the villa already they decided to stay quiet.

"I'm sure it's going to be quite the sight." Nick said with a laugh.

"Well I guess it's a shame that you won't be seeing that tonight than." Jay said.

Adam gave a confused look did Jay not realize that Kat was almost if not for sure bringing Preston back with her. Or did he seriously think he had that much control over the relationship or whatever it was that the two were in that he just thought he knew that she would immediately jump at the chance and stay with him.

But Adam's questionable look was quickly answered when Alison walked in and wrapped her arms around Jay," Hey you, I was wondering where you went off too." She said as Jay smiled down at her.

Nick

After breakfast and when some of the girls came in it was really time to buckle down and and find out who was possibly going to bring someone new back.

Nick laughed as Jay started to lay it on thick for Alison almost as if he was going to tell everyone right away that he had every chance in the world to make Kat jealous and he was going to take every single one.

Nick wasn't sure if that was going to be a smart idea or not. But it was definitely going to make the next week interesting.

Nick on the other hand had a lot to think about, he knew Layla was most likely thinking of bringing someone else in almost if not for sure after she saw the video clips.

Nick figured that was a given, he also seen Callie in the background of many of the video clips, while she never was seen doing anything truly wrong he was two of the guys getting rather close to her.

One of them James knew and laughed every time he saw him show upon the screen, but he also wasn't blind to the fact that Layla certainly didn't hold back in any of the interactions that she had with the new guys.

Nick made his way over to Karly and Alexa," What are you two doing over here alone?"

"Just talking about everything."

"Oh yeah? What are you guys hoping for?"

"At this point we're just helping everyone makes their decisions based on actually liking someone and not because of what they seen in video clips." Karly said as Alexa agreed.

"You think one of the guys are going to do that?" Nick said.

Alexa gave a look that basically said ' you're kidding right?' as Nick sighed and Karly agreed.

"If you were offered a place in the villa you wouldn't take it?" May asked as she joined the group in their spot.

"Honestly no. Especially if there wasn't any indication that it could actually be something." Alexa said.

"Oh come on, a hot guy wants to bring you in the villa and make a girl jealous all while you also potentially get to know whatever guy the girls may bring in?" May said as she laughed," You can count me right in."

"Sounds more like drama to me and defeats the whole purpose of this." Karly said with a confused look.

"Depends on which way you look at it, it seems like what May here is trying to say is that there still is a possible way of finding someone you like here even though you don't like your current options which I don't see why you wouldn't." Nick said with a shrug.

"See? He gets it. Trent is all oogly eyes over Kat who seemingly can care less as she has Jay pulling some sneaky things and according to him she also found someone new yet Trent still thinks he has a chance. Than there's James who can't seem to get it through his head that even after Pete showed up and than met two new people in their little villa that she still doesn't want him. Pete's confusing as well to say the least, one minute you think he'll risk it all than he'll hear Alex's name and take several steps back. I don't know to me it just seems like someone needs to show these girls what they are missing out on."

Nick nodded in agreement to May's statement but he didn't necessarily agree as each of those all had things happen to lead to certain things. He was grateful that she left Callie out of her rant but it was almost like she knew that she had Nick right where she wanted him so it was best not to mention her if she wanted a spot in the villa.

"There's a lot happening and a lot to think about." Nick said as all 3 girls nodded," It was nice to be able to chat with you girls, I have to go get ready. I'll see you all soon." Nick said as he got up and went to the guys room where they all stood and got ready.

"Man this is going to be a tough one for some of us." Jay said as he looked over at Trent," Sorry bud."

Trent chose not to say something as he continued to get ready. Despite Jay's only reasoning for saying that Nick absolutely agreed with him and that was the worst part.

Jay

Jay had a certain level of confidence that he knew not a lot of people possessed. Parts of him told him that despite everything Kat would be waiting on the couch for him alone. But even he didn't if he wanted to jump a little and bring Alison in despite the one being a major possibility.

He saw the amount of fun that Kat looked like she was having with that Preston guy. But what did he home that didn't start with muscles and end with chopping Jay and filling her head with stuff that may or may not be true in her eyes.

It was all he said, she said at this point. And he hoped she didn't believe any of it but he knew the girls would also tell her so there was a long awaited conversation.

But there was also part of him that still wanted to bring Alison in even if there was an inkling that Kat could very well be sitting on the couch alone. There was so much to think about in such a little bit of time.

But it was all coming to a head as the guys went to sit around the firepit as Ariana came into view with the girls standing off to the right of her.

"Okay guys you should already know this but if not it's time to pick whether or not you want to return to the villa to hopefully reconnect with your girl or will you decide to recouple with one of the new girls and risk the possibility of leaving your girl single and being dumped from the island. But remember if you decide to hopefully reconnect with your girl and she chose someone new you will be the one that's single and at risk of being dumped from the island. With that being said Jay would you like to start us off?" Ariana asked as Jay nodded and stood up placing that ever so present smirk on his lips.

"I had a lot to think about over the last couple of days and I think I finally reached my decision, so the decision I made is..."

[omgjasminesimone]

Specialties

Bryce x MC

A/N: A quick little ficlet since we got basically no Bryce today. I saw some post about how Bryce would totally be on tik tok, and I agree.  

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Casey is taking a later lunch break than normal thanks to her patient’s very worried wife and her extensive list of WebMD questions. She looks around the cafeteria for her friends, but it looks like she missed them.

Her eyes light up when she catches sight of a familiar figure’s back. 

Bryce looks up from his chicken breast when a tray is put down on his table. He smiles when he sees it’s Casey. “Thank you for saving me from looking like a loser with no friends.” He says brightly, winking at her. 

“And thank you for your pudding!” Casey returns, swiping it off his tray. It comes free with the meal, but he never eats it. He’s on a no sugar diet.

At the next table over, the anesthesiologist residents laugh loudly while crowded around one of their phones. 

“I wonder what they’re looking at?” Casey wonders out loud, taking a bite of her tuna sandwich. 

“Tik tok videos. Trent, he’s the one with the red hair, apparently he’s tik tok famous.” Bryce replies. 

“Well, you would definitely know. You waste so much time on that stupid app.” 

“You only think it’s stupid because you don’t get it.” Bryce insists.

“I do get it. But it’s still stupid.” Casey retorts. “So, are you going to try to overtake him? Become the most famous Edenbrook....tik tock..er? Is that what they’re called?”

“Jesus Casey, you sound like you’re 100.” Bryce teases with a fond smile. “But nah. I do have the whole being ridiculously hot thing going for me, but I don’t have the time to seriously invest in it. Surgeons don’t get that sweet anesthesiology down time. You know Dr. Faraday actually gets to sit down after administering the anesthesia? My back was killing me after hour ten. I should have gone into anesthesiology.”

“If you thought the plastics rotation was boring, you’d be bored out of your mind as an anesthesiologist.” Casey insists.  

“There’s plenty of excitement. Like, if the patient wakes up in the middle of the surgery.” Bryce counters. 

“And have you ever seen that happen?” Casey queries. 

“Fortunately, no. Could you imagine if Raf had woken up when you were wrist deep in his intestines?”

Casey shudders at the memory. She definitely isn’t cut out for surgery. She takes another bite of her sandwich. “Did you seriously consider any other specialties?”

“Not really. Did you?” Bryce answers. 

“Dermatology. All through medical school, I thought that was what I’d do.” Casey replies. 

Bryce wrinkles his nose. “I cannot picture you as a dermatologist. Did you want to spend all day around angsty teens who swear as soon as their acne clears up their whole life is going to change?”

“Spoken like someone who clearly grew up with perfect skin.” Casey fires back.

Bryce smiles, shrugging. “Guilty as charged. And I’m assuming that was not the case for you?” 

“I had so much acne in 8th grade that my mom started buying me foundation to cover it up after multiple failed rounds of Accutane. Middle school sucks for everyone, but it’s especially brutal when they call you pizza face.”

“Ouch. So when did you have your glow up?” Bryce questions. 

“16. I had given up after multiple dermatologist visits and then my skin just suddenly decided to stop torturing me. And then all of a sudden guys wanted to date me, and my confidence grew, and I had friends. So the angsty teens aren’t wrong. It really can change your whole life.”

Bryce is silent for a moment as he absorbs that. “For the record, I’d still sleep with you even if you had a face full of adult acne.” 

Casey scoffs, laughing a little bit. “You’re so full of shit.”

“I mean it!” Bryce insists, dodging the balled up napkin she tosses at him. The pair eats in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Bryce speaks again.“I want to amend my answer. Now I remember that I did briefly consider another specialty.” 

“Which one?” Casey asks. 

“Gynecology. As you well know, I’m very good with my hands, so - hey! Where are you going? I listened to your story Casey!” Bryce calls after her teasingly.

[blackaquokat]

The Song You Might Have Been (Chapter 1)

Fandom: A Heist with Markiplier/Who Killed Markiplier

Pairing: Prison Attorney (Yancy x Y/N District Attorney)

Summary: In which circumstances occur and the assistant district attorney ends up in the same prison as a certain inmate who might be their only chance at survival. 

A/N: Yes, it’s been months. I’m sorry. I had trouble finishing the last chapters so I put off posting it, because I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging if I never finished, and then I got hit with a major bout of depression regarding my writing and a bunch of other stuff in my life.

But, I’m feeling a lot better about myself and my writing, so I thought I’d share what I did have of this fic. Yes, this is the same nonbinary DA from my other series. Please let me know what you guys think!

Many thanks to @timelords-13

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It’s unthinkable. Except that it isn’t, because it happened.

You’ve been framed for a crime you didn’t commit. 

And the frame job is good. Enough to have you arrested. Enough to taint what little good reputation you’d cultivated in the city as a public servant working under the District Attorney.

But not good enough to convince your closest friend. 

“Listen,” Damien reassures you, just before you’re hauled off to prison, “Don’t worry, we won’t leave you in there. I’m on this, Mark is on this—”

“Why should I be reassured that your B-list actor friend is interested in my case?”

Damien rolls his eyes. “I understand your doubt, but Mark is well-connected, my friend. His social capital rivals mine. I’m sure he can get a dedicated detective interested in clearing your name.”

“Why do you expect me to trust Mark’s judgment in detectives—”

“My friend, retain some of your optimism, or at least have some faith in me, please? And, listen, while you’re in prison, Make. Friends. Or alliances, at least. You’re going to need someone to keep you alive.”

“What, you don’t think I can look after myself?” 

You knew he was right, he is right, but if you didn’t give him a little bit of a hard time like you normally would, you would have lost what little cool you’re retaining.

And so here you are. Being escorted into prison. A non-white, not-quite-male prosecution lawyer. 

Great. Just great.

And apparently your reputation precedes you. Once you’ve been processed and properly stripped of almost all your personal possessions (you managed to sneak a picture of your mother into the pocket of your jumpsuit), you find yourself shoved into the outside yard and on the receiving end of stares from just about every prisoner milling about.

Your natural prickly bravery is warring with your fear of being in a place like this with no chance of protection. You find the most uninhabited corner of the yard and lean against the fence, hands in your pockets. Touching the photo in your pocket helps to ground your pounding heart.

Make friends. Easy for Damien to say. He’s not the one with the personality of a housecat only slightly used to human interaction, but that’s what happens when you dare to go against the status quo from the get-go and refuse to take shit from anyone about it.

The big difference between you and Damien is in your political approaches. Damien is transparent, kind, honest, and has enough social capital that the entire city adores him. Even the tabloids don’t dare to trash his reputation and any attempts to do so have fallen flat.

You, on the other hand, are far more cutthroat and firm in your approach. You emphasize justice and cracking down on the criminal element in the city, but you don’t leave out corrupt officials either. You’ve put just as many white collar criminals away as blue collar, and you’ve done so without any particular bias. You’ve created the reputation of an incorruptible crusader, but not someone who pursues a case without being absolutely sure the perp is guilty.

Hence your cynicism about the likelihood of anyone liking you enough to a) keep you alive here in a prison full of criminals you prosecuted or b) clear your name and get you out of prison in the first place.

“Hey!”

You immediately tense up. Please don’t be talking to me, please don’t be talking to me—

“Hey, you’re the attorney that put me in here!”

Jesus Crucified Christ. 

You make eye contact with the guy approaching you and, sure enough, you recognize him. A former gang member who’d taken a side job as a human trafficker. Who’d have thought even gangs looked down on that sort of thing? It was thanks to the gang leader himself that this guy was charged in the first place.

“Trent Newman,” you greet nonchalantly. “Long time, no see.”

Newman’s eyes narrow dangerously. He moves toward you like he’s got a shiv in his pocket. What’s the turnover on dead guards and prisoners here? You’ve tried to find out in the past, but the Warden who’d earned the nickname “Murder-Slaughter” didn’t exactly have an open book policy into the kind of prison he ran.

“Well, looks like my luck is turning around!” His hand reaches into his pocket. Shit. Sometimes you hate it when you’re right. “I’ve got something I’ve wanted to give to you since the trial, and now I’ve got my chance!”

You move slowly into a defensive position. Getting shivved on Day One of your prison stint won’t look good for you. “You sure you want to do this now, Newman? With the guards around? With this many witnesses?”

“Do I look like I care?” Newman spits back.

“Well, youse should, shouldn’t ya?”

Newman whirls around and your attention focuses on the guy who just popped up behind him. This inmate has multiple tattoos on his neck and arms, and the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his biceps.

“But, c’mon, Boss, this ain’t just any criminal, this is an attorney, this is the attorney—”

“I thought I told you, Newbie Newman. No one gets shivved here without my knowin’ ‘bout it. So why don’t youse go occupy youself elsewhere whilst I welcome our new guest?” This guy’s tone is casual enough, but only an idiot would miss the outright threat underlining his words. 

Newman is an idiot, but he’s not that clueless. He tosses one last glare your way before storming off.

Once Newman is gone, this guy saunters up to you with all the confidence of someone who’s been here for too many years to count. “I’ve heard of youse, I think. You’re that big-time attorney somebody, huh? I’ve got quite a few inmates here who’ve got youse to thank for their residence.”

This isn’t off to a promising start, delayed shivving notwithstanding. You wait for him to get to his point.

He inclines his head at you. “Not much of a talker, huh? That’s fine. I loves to chat it up. The names Yancy, by the by.” He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. There looks to be a pack of cigarettes stuffed into his rolled up sleeve. “So, what are youse doin’ in here? Get a little tired of following that justice book of youse’s? Take a bribery from the defense? Get a little snort of the good stuff?”

“Frame job,” you answer, against your better judgment.

“So you finally snapped and framed a guy? Can’t say I’m surprised, you lawyer types—”

“No, I was framed,” you correct. You’re not sure why. It’s not like it will matter to this guy. 

Yancy’s eyebrows shoot upwards. “Is that right?” When you don’t respond, he leans forward, his eyes squinting at you. “So you tellin’ me youse innocent, then?”

Your brow lifts at him in response. “Would you believe me if I did say that?”

Yancy blinks at you like a baffled cat. He leans even closer, sniffs a few times, and straightens away from you. “Yes, yes I think I could. What were youse framed for?”

Wait? What? Does guilt smell like something? Your arms cross over your chest. “Uh, well, I don’t have any proof on me—”

“This ain’t the kinda place lookin’ for proof, just get on with youse’s tale, huh?”

Well then. This wasn’t exactly how you expected to tell your life story for the first time. This day is already shaping up to be far different from your expectations. 

“Another attorney at the office was on the take. Connor Smith.” His office nickname had been “Pit-stain,” but that’s not exactly pertinent to your story. “Leaking information and taking bribes from another public official that I’m pretty sure is embezzling from the charity he’s running. Maybe even funding the new drug empire in the city. I only had been investigating off the books for a week before Smith ended up dead, and the police found evidence implicating me.”

Yancy listens to all of this quietly, nodding along and stroking his chin with two fingers. “I see, I see…” Then he shrugs. “Well, that’s unfortunate for youse, but hey, life’s an unfair bowl of cream, ain’t it? So, while you get comfortable in youse’s cell, I can show youse the ropes of this place—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you interrupt. “You’re making it sound like I’m never getting out.”

Yancy blinks at you again. “Well, why would youse wanna leave?”

Is he...is he serious? “Why would I want to stay in a prison full of inmates who want me dead?”

“What, like that jackass Newman?” Yancy scoffs. “Look, Gorgeous, many of youse’s arrests are happy to be here. No water bills, hooch wine, no nine-to-five job eating their mind away.” He clicks his tongue and winks. “What more could you ask for?”

Well for starters, you’d like wine not made out of toilet water, but that’s not the point right now. “My freedom, maybe? Because I’m innocent?”

“Hey, what makes you think I’m not innocent myself?”

“Are you?”

“No, but it’s the principal of the thing, ya know? Innocent until proven guilty, and all that nonsense!”

You can’t help it. You laugh. This is so goddamn surreal, and you’re still utterly baffled that this is your life for the foreseeable future. Your laughter catches Yancy off guard and you wave your hand dismissively. “You’re right, you’re right. Still, I think I’ll focus on staying alive until my name is cleared.”

Yancy’s eyes narrow at you again. “What, you think you’re too good for this place, is that it?”

The anger in his voice is confusing. “No? I just...have…” You shrug helplessly. “I have people I need to get back to.”

The anger leaks out of Yancy’s posture as a look of understanding comes over his face. “Ah, I see! Youse gotta piece on the outside, huh? Well, Gorgeous, that’s what conjugal visits are for, I don’t see why that would hold youse up—”

“No, God, no, that’s not what I meant. I mean...ugh, fine.” Against your better judgment, again, you pull your mom’s picture out of your pocket and show Yancy. It’s one of the few you have of the both of you together. Happy. Smiling. 

Much to your horror, Yancy yanks the picture right out of your grip. “Hey!”

He skips out of your reach without taking his eyes off of your mom’s image. “Youse the family type, huh, is that it?”

You snatch the picture out of his hand and stuff it back into your pocket. “What if I am?”

“Hey, no need to act all defensively there, Gorgeous,” Yancy reassures. There’s a glint of...something in his eyes. You’d dare to call it regret if you didn’t know better. “But lemme tell you what I’ve learned since coming here, yeah?” He leans in just close enough to make you uncomfortably aware of his soapy smell. The last person to be this physically close to you was Damien. “You’ll forget about youse’s familial bonds soon enough. The past doesn’t survive within these walls, you hear?”

He pulls away from you just as the prison bell rings and you suddenly feel like you can breathe again. “Anyways, you’ll change youse’s mind soon enough. Once you forget about your worries and strife, youse’ll fit right into this luxurious place.”

The man jogs inside with a gang of inmates surrounding him before you can respond.

You don’t see Yancy again until breakfast the next morning.

After a night of anxious sleep on the bunk underneath the cellmate who barely spoke two words to you (you’re pretty sure this is another criminal you condemned in court), you weren’t really sure what to expect at mealtime. You came in long after dinner the day before and your conversation with Yancy left you wrongfooted for many reasons.

(Of course, first things first, you have to deal with the public showers. Hopefully that’ll be the worst part of this experience.)

You settle at a corner table all by yourself. Breakfast consists of a runny but hot oatmeal and a small carton of milk. Your appetite is nonexistent, but seeing as the food situation might not improve anytime soon, you take small bites anyway. You can’t afford to let your strength wane from hunger.

“Are you the framed lawyer?”

You almost choke on your oatmeal as you spin around in your seat and see a giant of a man standing behind you, his forearms crossed. There’s a spider web tattoo on his bald head and a long bushy beard on his chin. “I...might be?”

He nods and sits next to you. The seat creaks underneath him. He pulls a fork out of the pocket of his jumpsuit and takes a giant bite out of your oatmeal. “Boss told me to make sure no one bothers you. The name’s Jimmy.”

By “boss” does he mean Yancy? Why the hell would Yancy bother with giving you a personal guard? 

“...oh. Thanks?” 

Jimmy nods gravely. “I do what the boss tells me. He’d be here himself, but he had business to tend to with the warden.”

You have nothing to say to that, so you continue eating your oatmeal and continue to just let Jimmy eat off your plate. He asks for your milk carton and you hand it off without a word. 

It’s not until breakfast is about to end that the man of the hour himself appears. “G’morning, g’morning, Legal Eagle!” Yancy greets. “How are you and Jimmy the Pickle here getting along?”

“They gave me their milk!” Jimmy reports with a toast of your milk carton.

“Oh, a generous lawyer?” Yancy looks you up and down. “First one to come to this place. That’ll be all, Jimmy, thank you.”

When Jimmy goes to leave, turning back one last time to smile at you with a wave of the milk carton, Yancy takes his place the next seat down from you, feet coming up to rest in the space between the two of you.

“Dare I ask why you assigned me a bodyguard?” Suspicious as you are, you try to convey through tone that you have no problem with having one.

“Can’t have a new inmate die right off the bat, now can I?” Yancy pulls a bread roll out of his pocket and tosses it to you. You catch it in surprise. “Casts a bad look on me. No one dies here without my say-so.”

You take a bite out of the bread roll. It’s a little stale, but it’s much preferable to the oatmeal. “So I’m more useful to you alive right now?” You’re not offended. At this point, you’ll take what you can get until you’re released from Happy Trails Penitentiary. 

“You could say that.” Yancy blows a loose strand of hair out of his face. “I was just talking to the warden about your cellmate situation.”

“What about it?”

“Well,” the bell rings, signalling the end of breakfast, and Yancy winks as he swings his feet off and hurries away again, “you’ve got a new one, of course!”

You don’t think much of this until that evening. In the meantime, your first job is in the kitchens washing dishes. There’s a pleasant routine to doing a chore you’re familiar with. The guard in charge of this job is more than terrifying, but he leaves you alone once he sees how quick and efficient you are.  (You’re not so naive as to forget that prison guards can be even more dangerous than the inmates.) 

Jimmy plops next to you again at lunch and your time in the yard passes, miraculously, without incident.

When it’s time to return to your cell for the night, you see an unfamiliar pair of legs dangling from the top bunk. Then you see the face at the other end of the body.

“What,” you begin with no small amount of suspicion, “the hell are you playing at?”

“I’m sure I have no idea what youse talkin’ about, Legal Eagle,” Yancy (because of course it is) responds in a too-innocent voice. 

Looks like that nickname is sticking. Great. 

“Listen,” Yancy continues when he sees that you’re not at all convinced at this ‘coincidence’ that has taken place not even twenty-four hours after your arrival. “Like youse said. There are plenty of inmates here who’d like to see you dead. I can hold off most of them, no problemo. But a few are just whack job enough to be out of my hands. They barely listen to the warden, let alone me. Henceforthing, I say that the best bet is to keep an eye on youse myself. I’m a rather busy bee durin’ the daytime, so I’ll be takin’ the night shift, I will.” 

He shifts around the bunk until his top half is dangling upside down, right in front of your face. “Unless you’d rather someone sneak in at night and stick ya in youse sleep.”

“I think you know the answer to that,” you retort. “But why put in this much effort to protect a new inmate, and more than that, a prosecuting attorney?” A thought occurs to you and your eyes widen. “Wait. Do you...do you know something about my case?”

Even upside down, Yancy’s face is inscrutable. “I guess you’ll have to figure that out for youself, don’t ya, Gorgeous?” He lifts himself back onto the bed and crosses  his ankles. “Why don’t you get some rest, huh? The guard in charge of the kitchens doesn’t take too kindly to cranky inmates who don’t appreciate the work they’ve been given.”

You stand there, glaring at him, for another several seconds before dropping to the floor and doing fifty push-ups. Because you didn’t do your usual twenty-five last night and also because you’re not just going to take this guy’s word as gospel. You’ll wait until he’s asleep first before getting to bed.

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[justaniche]

Never Have I Ever...been blatantly asked to have sex

So here it is, the first chapter of my NHIE rewrite posted on tumblr thank you @cupcakesandtv for letting me know that I actually could post this. I will start working on chapter 2 and will post it as soon as I can!

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Paxton Hall-Yoshida: resident heartthrob, varsity swim team captain, and all-around nice and pretty chill guy. That’s what his fellow students at Sherman Oaks High think when they see him at least, but I mean come on, he’s definitely double-take worthy and that’s Paxton’s image, unbothered, athletic, and generally unproblematic. That's the issue with images, though, they solemnly capture the full picture.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” the exasperated groan heavy in Paxton’s voice, “they’re really gonna make me retake history?” The question was more for himself than, his best friend, Trent but a response came nonetheless.

“What?” The paper Paxton’s schedule was printed on was snatched out of his hands and Trent swiftly skimmed the page as the dots connected in his head, “Oh, the class from last year, I’m sorry bro that sucks.” He said as he casually handed the page back.

It’s the first day of the new school year at Sherman Oaks High School and the students are settling back into the swing of things. As per usual at this school, the student schedules are emailed to them weeks before school actually starts, but Paxton decided to not look at his until he got to school and that was coming back, rather quickly, to bite him in the ass. He and Trent were huddled at his locker catching up on the last 48 hours since they’ve spoken before heading to their, now apparently separate, classes.

These boys have never been the most studious; you could possibly call Trent willfully oblivious, the former often just letting everything fall as they may, insisting, to the dismay of Paxton, that things would be ‘fine’. With the buzz of anxiety that came with knowing he had to retake a class that was now full of people younger than him fading, Paxton was finally alert enough to realize that the formerly noisy hallways had fallen damn near silent.

“Shit dude, we’re late,” Paxton rolled his eyes. Trent laughed, grabbing his bag and shutting Paxton’s locker.

“Have fun with the youngins” Trent was already walking away with a wink before Paxton could retort back. Well, there goes the plan of attempting to sneak in relatively unseen. Taking a deep breath Paxton shifted into his more commonly known school persona, cool, calm, and drool-worthy while he made his way to class. As Paxton approached the door and heard the teacher beginning his lecture, he didn’t leave time for contemplating his regrettable circumstances. Paxton stepped through the door and made his way to the first seat in sight which was, being on par with the way the day was going, in the front row. Paxton had just gotten settled in his seat and faced the teacher when “Damn” sounded behind him. Paxton, along with the rest of the class, turned to directly behind him to face the girl residing in the seat. No one had time to comment as the teacher added to her remark and tacked it onto his lesson.

“-genocide is not 100. And systemic racism is not litty. As we travel through all of humanity’s most horrific atrocities, I want you to feel shooketh. Thank you. Trust'' as if the intro could not get worse, the teacher dabbed and then proceeded to stumble into the trash can placed beside his desk. Paxton slouched into his seat with a sharp breath intake and a slight cringe, he knew it was going to be a very long year.

~~~

With class finally over, students emptied the room and Paxton followed but stopped smoothly in the middle of the hallway; dropping his bag to tie his shoe and then continued to class.

~~~

The day droned by, only being briefly punctuated with excitement from Trent and persistent stares. When the bell rang signaling the end of the school day athletes and club kids alike made their way to their respective areas. Paxton found his way to the school pool for a much-needed outlet for his energy. Swimming, for Paxton, was like breathing. It came naturally and was a reprieve from everyday stresses. People stared yes, but it was not because of his objective attractiveness and more so because of his fluidity inside the water. In the water, Paxton moved one with it. It seemed as though the water acted as his guide instead of pushing against him. This coupled with the fact that the pool was where Paxton had felt the most comfortable and the most accepted. Yes, he was competing when he swam but it was never a chore; honestly, Paxton would spend all day, every day in the water if he could.

Practice ended, to much of the swimmers’ dismay, and soon after they were emptying the school into the night air, “Later man '' Paxton called to one of his teammates before bounding down the steps. He cut right to his car and reveled in the thought of finally getting home and back into the bed he’d been daydreaming about from the moment he left it, when a voice, calling his name from behind, stopped him in his tracks.

He pivoted on his toes to face, the girl from his history class? Confusion flooded his body as the girl, now introduced as Devi Vishwakumar, began to ramble and Paxton’s face contorted as his puzzlement started to show. Devi could see that Paxton was not connecting who she was to anyone he’d seen and sighed slightly before begrudgingly admitting,

“I was also paralyzed last year?”

Realization fell onto Paxton’s face but it was gone as soon as it appeared. Devi didn’t miss a beat before continuing,

“Oh, okay, great. You are familiar with that.” She took a breath, “So here’s the thing. I’m into you.” She scanned Paxton’s face for any indication that her words affected him, she did not find one and seemingly panicked because she recommenced, stating “Like, I could name every class you’ve had for the last two years.”

Paxton’s face smoothed, two beats passed, and he only blinked. Devi spat out, “But I won’t do that. And I know you’d never be my boyfriend, because you’re you and I’m me,” Paxton rocked on his feet. “-but I was wondering if you would ever consider…” she swallowed and stuttered through her embarrassment “h--having sex with me?”

Several moments of tense silence followed and Devi broke, the words tumbling from her mouth like a busted pipe. “Oh, my God. I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I just did that.” She was turned around, fleeing, at this point potentially to go hide in her room, never to come out again when Paxton spoke up.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“What?” Devi could not believe her ears

“Just sex, right?” Paxton asked

“Just sex,” Devi confirmed

“I’m down, but I can’t tonight” Paxton had a date, with his bed, and also a movie with Rebecca not that he’d ever tell Devi that.

“Wow, okay!” The shock in Devi’s voice couldn’t be hidden if she tried, and she did not even attempt to. “Twist. This is surprising. Looking forward to it. Will circle back about it.” The shock melded into something akin to excitement and that bled from her every word. She stuck out her hand, Paxton looked down at it before hesitantly taking it into his own, she gave him one enthusiastic shake. Her smile was blinding, and Paxton stopped his own upturning lips at the strangeness of the entire interaction. He turned and walked away without looking back. When Paxton made it to the school lot it was practically empty, save for a few other cars, none of which were near his own. He climbed into his truck and tossed his bag into the passenger side, at last, letting himself think about what just happened. His mind replayed the scene in his head and he gave a little laugh, this would not be the first time someone wanted to have sex with him but it was the first that someone had been as bare with it plus the first time someone let their reaction show at his answer. He shook his head because it was not a big deal but when he pulled out of the parking lot and set off on the road home, Paxton could not shake the feeling that was telling that this was going to be interesting.

[repulsivepangolin]

SEAL Team Whumptober 16/31 -Trent, Full Metal, Clay

No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage

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It had started out like any other spin up. But they had barely been out there for two hours when stuff started going downhill, fast.

The spin up was already bad enough before it started spiraling. Clay didn’t feel so hot. He couldn’t really pinpoint anything being wrong, but he didn’t feel good. Nowhere near the point where it was alright to say home, but he felt tired and worn out. Probably needed a good night’s rest once that was a possibility once again.

But nothing was ever simple, and the only easy day was yesterday. About two hours into the mission when they started taking fire, and were forced to dive for cover.

*    *    *

He wasn’t able to focus like he usually did when he returned fire. It was hard enough to balance his weapon in front of him. So he figured he’d just do his best and hope that he hit some of those shooting at them.

Bullets were crashing into tree trunks, the ground and rocks. It felt like forever, like it always did. Seconds felt like minutes.

Luckily for them, the enemies stopped just as suddenly they had started. They saw some of their enemies  

“Everyone okay?” Jason asked from where he had hunkered down.

A couple of versions of ‘yeah’ sounded from the rest of the team, Clay included.

“Mostly…” Full Metal shrugged as he let he head fall against the boulder he was leaned up against. Taking a few slow breaths.

“No.” Trent frowned, cradling his right arm.

“You alright there, Trent?” Sonny who was closest to him asked.

“No…” Trent shook his head a little, “Think I broke my wrist. -Or sprained the hell out of it…”

“Ouch…” Sonny sympathized.

“And you Metal?” Jason asked, “What does ‘mostly’ mean?”

Metal looked back at him before he started getting to his feet, like many of the other team members, “Twisted ankle… And kneed a rock or something… Nothing to worry about.”

“Kneed a rock?” Sonny tilted his head, “Don’t you have kneepads on?”

Metal nodded once he was standing. He stood for a couple of seconds before a frown started spreading across his face and he bent down at his hips and pulled up one leg of his pants.

“Whoah-kay…” Sonny grimaced, “Your knee is bleeding!”

Metal hummed a short agreement, before he let the leg of his pants fall back down.

“You had kneepads on, right?”

“Yeah.” Metal nodded, slight confusion expressed on his face.

“Then why is your knee bleeding?”

“Don’t bother about it…” Metal shrugged, “I think Trent needs your attention more than I do.”

“Oh, yup… Sorry…” Sonny frowned as he turned towards Trent, who was still supporting his right arm.

*    *    *

Metal sensed Sonny and Ray helping Trent out while he tried to figure out why the heck his own knee was bleeding enough to soak his boot.

He found an inch-wide hole in the outer fabric. He pressed his middle finger inside, and prodded against the kneepad. Found a slit there as well. Something had sliced straight through his kneepad.

He glanced around, looking for what could be the culprit.

*    *    *

“Can you wiggle your fingers?” Sonny asked as he demonstrated what he wanted Trent to attempt.

“You know I’m usually the one who makes you goons do the finger wiggling!” Trent scowled, “No. I can’t. Already tried.”

“Copy that.” Sonny scrounged up his nose, “What do you recommend?”

“Splint it and sling it.”

“Sling as well?”

“My elbow and shoulder won’t be doing me any favors if I don’t support my arm…” Trent sighed, “The old injury really acts up whenever I hurt my arm a little.”

Sonny nodded, “SAM-splint?”

Trent nodded.

“Hey, Sonny… Toss me some sutures, will you?” Full Metal called out. Sonny did like he was asked, and Metal caught the small package in mid-air.

*    *    *

“I’ll be last man…” Full Metal announced as they prepared to get going once more.

“Like hell you will!” Trent scowled, “Didn’t you say you twisted your ankle? We can’t have the possibly slowest guy last.”

“My ankle is fine.” Metal set his jaw and leaned onto his busted ankle, “Just had one of those half minute stingers. All good now.”

“-And your knee?” Sonny asked.

“Just a small laceration. Two or three rough stitches and it was all good.”

Trent scowled at him, trying to act like he was in the process of looking straight through Metal.

“I won’t need to, but If I start falling behind, I can just say so… Or whistle, or key my mike…” Metal shrugged.

“Alright! Alright!” Jason threw his hands up in the air, “Trent, if Metal says he’s fine, he’s fine! Let’s get going!”

*    *    *

Many hours later, the sun was about to dip down below the horizon.

He hated to admit it, but he was struggling to keep up. Hadn’t it been for Clay being a ridiculous lot slower than usual, he would’ve fallen behind. The other guys adjusted their speed a little to Clay. The kid didn’t look too good. He looked like he was running a fever or something.

Full Metal was edging on desperate to get off his right leg. He had of course lied when he insinuated that his ankle was all good. His knee wasn’t that much better.

He was constantly chewing at the inside of his chin in order to distract himself from the pain in his leg.

*    *    *

They set up camp for the night and tried to get some sleep. One man keeping watch at all times.

Full Metal didn’t sleep much. At best he tried to look like he was sleeping most of the night.

His ankle was throbbing violently, and he knew it would’ve been smarter to actually do something about his ankle. It was badly sprained, but right now it throbbed and cut like it was broken instead.

He should’ve iced his ankle, kept it elevated, given it rest. But instead he had trekked through a jungle-landscape for ten more hours.

He just hoped it wouldn’t be worse tomorrow. But he knew it would. It always was, and the way he had treated his damn leg ensured it definitely would be worse by daylight.

*    *    *

Clay felt like absolute shit the next morning.

His head hurt, his shoulders hurt, his hips and knees hurt. Even his hands hurt. And his face felt funny.

He groaned as he opened his eyes. He felt feverish. Felt like hell.

“What’s that kid?” Sonny drawled as he rubbed his eyes.

“I feel like shit…”

Sonny took one look at Clay before he started laughing. “What did you do to your face?”

“Huh?”

“You look like someone slapped you!” Sonny choked out as he tried not to laugh. “And like your face gained 30 pounds!”

“Shhh…” Clay frowned, “My everything hurts…”

“You really don’t look good…” Trent chuckled, “But you do look hilarious.”

“Fuck you guys…”

“Do you have a fever?” Trent asked starting to sit up.

“Feels like it.” Clay groaned.

Trent leaned closer, careful not to jostle his right arm, and reached out for Clay’s forehead with his left.

“Damn, you’re burning up…”

Clay nodded a little.

“You’re getting a Tylenol breakfast.” Trent frowned, “Or anything fever reducing I can find…”

“Can I just stay here…?”

“No, sorry kid…” Trent shook his head, “Think we’ll need to keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t think I can…”

“We’ll figure something out…” Trent shrugged a little, “Worst case, Sonny, Brock or Metal will have to carry you…”

“Huh?” Brock stirred a little at the mention of his name, “What are you volunteering me for now?”

“Clay’s sick.” Sonny shot in before Trent could get around to it, “Looking and feeling like shit. Probably won’t keep up with us today.”

Brock shifted his gaze to Clay, and literally snorted a laugh, “Sorry. You’ve gotta feel awful… But someone needs to take a picture of your face before that passes.”

“Not funny.”

“-From an outside point of view, it is…” Trent tilted his head a little.

“We should probably wake the others as well…” Sonny yawned, “Is Ray the watch right now?”

Brock checked his watch and nodded.

Poked Jason awake first, not surprised when he couldn’t keep from laughing at how ridiculous and beat Clay looked.

“It’s not like Full Metal to sleep through this much noise…” Sonny frowned, looking over at the greying man.

“Think he had trouble falling asleep tonight…” Brock shrugged, “He was awake when I went to relieve Jason, and when I came back after Ray came to relieve me.”

“Yeah?” Trent frowned, “That man can sleep anywhere. Anytime.”

“Wake him.” Jason nodded to Brock.

Brock did as he was told, and shook Metal’s shoulder.

“Wai- What?” Metal frowned as he blinked awake.

“Wake up sleepy-head…” Brock smirked, earning himself a tired scowl from Full Metal, “Sleep well?”

Metal only groaned in return.

“That means: Not enough, and get me some coffee before you speak to me again…” Trent translated helpfully, “There’s also a threat of what’s going to happen without coffee… But that’s hard to describe verbally.”

“Thanks, I speak fluent morning-caveman myself…” Brock winked, “But yeah, we’ve gotta see if Bravo-2 fixed us some coffee while being on the last lookout of the night.”

*    *    *

He did not know how he was going to be able to keep up with the others today. His ankle felt like it had knives inside of it. And he was pretty sure that it was so swollen that he would’ve had problems with getting his right boot back on, if he had taken it off the evening before.

Luckily he hadn’t.

“Here… Peace offering…” Brock said as he returned from where Ray had been lookout the last hour or so with a kettle of fresh brewed coffee.

Full Metal and the others found their respective coffee mugs and held them out so Brock could fill them up.

Metal warmed his hands on his cup for a couple of minutes before he was ready to take a sip.

He savored the first sip. Savored it while he tried to work out in his head how he was going to work around his leg that day. He didn’t even know how he was going to get up.

“What’s with Clay’s face…” he frowned after a while, it had taken him a bit of time to see it.

“Can we not talk about my face, please…” Clay pretty much whined, “I don’t feel good.”

“I can see that…” He smirked, taking another sip of coffee, then he focused on Trent, “How’s your wrist?”

Bravo-4 offered up a slight grimace, “Let’s just say it’s gonna be good to have some pictures taken of it when we get home…”

Metal nodded.

“And you, how’s the leg?”

“Not too bad…” Blatant lie, “Feels like it might’ve stiffened up a bit overnight.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “But, nothing to worry about. I’ll just be limping a bit the first hour or so. But looking over at Clay, I don’t think I’ll be the one to slow anyone down today.”

“I’m tryin’ to convince them to just leave me here…” Clay muttered into his elbow.

“That’s not gonna happen…” Sonny smirked.

*    *    *

Ray chuckled a bit when he first saw Clay that morning, but quickly composed himself. “You don’t look so hot…”

“I feel like I’ve been dragged through the grinder and hung up wet.” Clay winced as he sat and tried drinking some coffee one of the guys had put in front of him.

“That’s sooo many mix-ups I’m not even going to try to break it down…” he frowned, “You kinda look like my daughter did when she had this disease last year.”

Clay barely hummed a questioning tone.

“Ever had the fifth disease before?”

“The fifth what?”

“The fifth disease…” Ray repeated, “Has a long fancy medical name. But I’m not going to try to remember that. She had those slapped looking apple-cheeks as well. Although it looks like you got it worse than she did.”

“I feel like death…”

“Should we have called in medevac for him?” Trent asked, looking up at Ray.

“I don’t think that should be necessary…” Ray scrounged up his nose, “But I think it’s like chicken pox… Like, it’s no big deal when you’re a kid, but believe me… You don’t want chicken pox when you’re 32.”

“Speaking from experience?”

Ray nodded.

“I’m kinda hesitant about dragging him along…” Trent admitted, “He’s got a pretty bad fever.”

Ray nodded, “He’d sure slow us down.”

“We pass this point headed for exfil as well.” Jason shrugged, “Could leave him here, have Trent stay back and watch over him.”

“Best idea ever!” Clay shot in.

Trent didn’t argue. He knew the reason for it being him and not Metal who would stay behind. Metal could still hold his own in combat, he on the other hand couldn’t even aim his rifle at the moment. And even though he had the most experience with first aid, and usually was the team’s medic, all the other guys were skilled as well. Every tier-one operator was. And neither him or Clay would be fit for a fight right now.

“No one’s arguing?” Jason asked. No one did. “Okay, then it’s set. We’ll be two men short for the main portion of the mission, but…”

“Well just be in the way and slow you down if we continue.” Trent nodded.

“Yeah.” Jason nodded, “If Clay’s situation takes a turn for the worse, feel free to call in medevac…”

“No, I just need rest…” Clay winced, “This is A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY…”

Trent nodded at Jason.

*    *    *

It was much harder to mask how bad his leg hurt today. But he managed to get out from under the tarp without anyone noticing, and once he was outside it was just a matter of not walking while anyone was looking at him.

Easy.

*    *    *

NOT EASY!

They had walked for almost two hours in rough terrain, and he was seriously struggling to keep up. Seriously struggling not to sound his discomfort as well.

“Take five!” Jason called, signaling them all to stop.

He had probably never been as relieved to have a short break before.

“Scotty… You’re looking a bit…” Jason shrugged, “That ankle bothering you?”

“A little…” he had to admit it. He was slowing them down, putting weight on his foot was increasingly painful, and he was pretty sure it was more than sprained by now.

“Do you need to sit the rest of the mission out?”

“No. I can deal with it.” He sighed, “But it’s gonna be nice to get this one done.”

Jason nodded.

“Feels like this mission is cursed…” Sonny frowned, “Clay is sick. Trent and Full Metal hurt.”

“Hey. Ain’t that bad.” Metal shrugged, looking like he actually meant it.

“Anyway, I’m not liking it!”

“None of us do…” Ray shrugged.

*    *    *

Sometimes things has a peculiar way of going from bad to worse. And this mission truly followed Murphy’s law to the point.

He had been on his way to sneak out to a position when he suddenly heard the telltale sound of a pump action shotgun being cocked behind him.

“Damn it…” he muttered to himself.

“Drop weapon!”

There was no way he would be fast enough to do anything other than what they guy behind him ordered. So he did as he was told.

“Alpha-1, see you’ve got some company.” Sonny’s voice whispered into his ear through the coms.

He nodded a little.

Then he guy behind him said something in a language he didn’t understand and all of the sudden four pairs of arms wrapped around his arms.

“Walk!”

He knew he didn’t have an option.

*    *    *

They made it down to a building. He was tied up against a pillar.

And then time stretched on.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he saw Brock’s camo-grease covered face behind a few leaves.

“SHOOT HOSTAGE! SHOOT HOSTAGE!” the same voice as earlier started screaming all of the sudden. And that’s when the air exploded with gunfire.

His instinct to get down and make himself as small as he could was overruled by the ropes which tied him to the pillar. But he didn’t get hit.

The gunfire died down. A couple of seconds passed, then Sonny and Brock stepped out of the bushes.

“We got what we came for…” Brock winked as he tapped his earpiece to indicate that Ray or Jason had said something over the radio. “How are you?”

“Tired of standing.”

“Understandable…” Sonny nodded as he cut the ropes.

He couldn’t disguise it anymore once he was free to walk once more.

“How bad is that ankle…”

“Right now?”

Brock nodded.

“Bad.” Metal shrugged as he prepared for another tentative step. Grimacing as pain shot through his ankle.

“We should take a look at that.”

“If that boot comes off, it’s not going back on for a few days…” Metal admitted.

“Hey, Bravo-1… What’s the status on that guy we were sent here to get?”

“Probably a couple bruised or broken ribs. Many lacerations.” Jason answered, “Probably a mild concussion.”

“You think we could trick them into sending a medevac for him? -Toss Metal in there with him?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Remember that ankle?” Sonny smirked, “Sure hasn’t gotten any better.”

“Yeah, we could probably work something out.” Jason chuckled, “Tell him it’s a case of beer.”

Sonny smirked and looked up at Full Metal, “Case of beer, and you might fly out of here.”

“Deal.” Metal chuckled, “We’re stopping to pick up Trent and Clay as well?”

“No.” Sonny shook his head, “Trent already made that call.”

“Clay got worse?”

“No, not necessarily worse…” Sonny shrugged, “Just decided it was inhumane to keep him out there.”

“Oh. Okay.”

*    *    *

24 hours later, most of them were sitting in couches and chairs in the room next to their cages.

There were two cases of their favorite beer under the table, and everyone except Clay were there. He was at home, sleeping.

Everyone had at least some scrapes and bruises, but the two only real injuries were on Trent and Full Metal.

Trent had a cast up above his elbow, and had his arm in a sling. The x-rays had proved that he had broken his radius right above the wrist.

Full Metal had a walking boot on his right leg, which held his ankle stable enough until the swelling went down enough for the doctors to put his fibula back together with some new hardware and reattach a tendon which had said sayonara.

Most of the team had scolded him for not telling them how bad his ankle had really been, but in a way they had been understanding about it as well.

That being said, they contemplated putting up a 24hour watch to make sure he rested and kept his ankle elevated until the surgery.

[football-and-fanfics]

Could you do #23 and 34 with Trent and maybe include Klopp in it as well? ❤️

Thanks for your request. Hope you’ll like it :-)

23. Bleeding 34. “Breathe, just breathe.”

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They all knew that with the wintry conditions of today, an accident could easily occur and result in injuries. Even though he was being oh so careful, Trent slipped on a patch of ice when walking to the pitch for training. He tried to steady himself, but failed miserably, slamming his left elbow hard into the unforgiving stone ground. A sharp pain shot through his arm.

“Trent, are you okay?” Klopp had seen it happen and came rushing over. “I don’t know,” Trent winced. “Let me see that.” Klopp reached for Trent’s elbow to have a look at the extent of the injury. “You’re bleeding,” Klopp confirmed. There was a hole in Trent’s sleeve from where he had hit the ground, through blood could quite clearly be seen. “Oh, shit,” Trent gasped, suddenly becoming jittery, “what if I’ve broken it? And Saturday’s match...” “Hey,” Klopp stopped Trent’s rambling, “breathe, just breathe.” Trent took a deep, shuddering breath, before looking up at Klopp with fear-filled eyes. “Can you move it?” Klopp asked, seeing Trent had lost the worst of his panic. “Yes,” Trent looked painful as he bent and stretched his arm. “Than I doubt you have broken it,” Klopp consoled, “but have it checked out anyway.” Trent sighed heavily and slowly scrambled to his feet. “Sorry, boss,” he mumbled, “I’m sorry I panicked there for a little. I gave myself quite a fright.” “And me,” Klopp winked, relieved to see his defender not seriously injured.

[footballxwrites]

Okay... but how about being Henderson's little sister but dating Trent and you're all gogglebox together and it shows funny moments with Jordan as your brother but then the little gestures T will do while watching tv? Eg hand on your leg etc. Please make it funny but cute too

“No no no that’s way too much” you showed a hand to the tv, blocking your view as you screwed up your face, “what a big baby” your brother laughed, shaking his head as you pointed a middle finger at him. Jord soon got your attention again before nodding towards your boyfriend who’s eyes were glued to the program, “well someone’s enjoying it” he laughed.

“How the hell can you watch this” you lightly giggled, nudging your fella in lad making him snap out his gaze before humming a reply, “what do yous not find it interesting like” he shrugged as you gave him the weirdest look, “no darling, 24 hours in A&E really isn’t for me”

“Weirdo” T joked back with a tut, “you’re literally watching this guy get a metal pole pulled out his leg and you’re calling me the weirdo, yeah whatever” you laughed, snuggling to him as you tried to get through the pain of looking at that disgusting thing on the telly.

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“Bloody hell” your brother shouted, making the trio of you seated on the sofa jump out your skin, “ah nice one” you rolled your eyes as the popcorn rolled out the bowl straight onto the floor, “how didn’t yous find that scary, fucking hell” he muttered under his breath, not even arsed about the mess he’d just created as he let the dogs clean it up for him.

“Uh what a baby” you mimicked his words, getting a cushion straight to the face, “oh Howay it’s not that ba-“ your heart left your chest as your attention faced the tv again, “fuck” your boyfriend cursed as you sat with wide eyes, a hand to your heart trying to slow the rate. “I said it two hours ago and my mind still hasn’t changed, horror’s are NOT for me thanks very much” he said in shock, his hand tightly gripped on your thigh for some sort of comfort as his head moved to rest in the crook of your neck.

“Aw my poor baby, don’t worry I’ll look after ya darling” you cooed, pecking his lips as a hand ran through his freshly washed curls, his body easing at your touch, “get a room will you” your brother faintly whispered across, fake gaging at the pair of you. “Already have, you’re in my house mate” Trent smirked back making Hendo let out a huff.

“Well that was horrific” you sighed, the three of you all in agreement, “I’m traumatised after that, in need of a beer I think” your brother strolled off to the kitchen for a refreshment leaving you two love birds alone in peace. “Please don’t ever make me watch something like that again” he pouted as you giggled, “only if you stop with all the medical programs, weirdo”

“Ok I promise, weirdo” he laughed back, tucking a strand of hair of your view before leaning in for a good kiss, “I say we have a good four mins till mr never shuts up comes waltzing back in” he winked before crashing your lips together again, “pack it in, we can’t be having this all over telly eh” you giggled, half forgetting yous were actually being recorded and that the producers would have a great time replaying this.

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“Shhh” he warned as you held your mouth closed to stop the fit of laughter from pouring out, seeing your boyfriend sneak behind the door to wait for your brother, “Hendoooo” he echoed through the house, making him nearly fall flat in his face. “Divint do that for Christ sake man, nearly just shit my pants” he whined, plonking himself on the sofa once again, “right after that I’m choosing what we’re watching next”

“Got him good” T climbed over you, squeezing himself behind you as he wrapped an arm securely around your waist and traced patterns upon your bare arms, “be warned he will get you back” you giggled as he nodded, “oh I’m counting on it, but I ain’t gonna let him get the chance” 🤍

[trentaafcsblog]

Little Miss Heartbreaker

Chapter 13 - Decision Time

You’re waking up with the world’s worst headache thanks to crying yourself to sleep and grinding your teeth in anger. Barely being able to keep your eyes open as you roll over and check your phone, the brightness from the screen making your eyes burn slightly as you look for the time. Catching sight of the date just under the clock and breathing a sigh of relief when you realise that it’s your last day here, something you never thought you’d be doing when you sat at home just a week ago. Imagining yourself having to be dragged out of St George’s Park by armed security after settling in so well and refusing to leave, but unfortunately reality makes you want to get out of here as soon as you can, and you’re already starting a mental countdown to when you can step over the threshold of the double doors for the last time, because let’s be honest, you definitely won’t be returning after this disastrous week. 

Giving yourself a few minutes to come round properly before you’re fumbling around in your bag for some paracetamol and gulping them down with a swig of water. Getting undressed and throwing your clothes all over the room as you make your way into the bathroom, shivering at the slight temperature change as you reach for one of the white towels hanging on the back of the door and wrap it around your body. Huffing when you accidentally squeeze the tube of toothpaste a bit too aggressively and it ends up squirting out all over you, completely covering the bristles and decorating your body with enough toothpaste to clean at least twelve people’s teeth. Starting to wipe it off with some toilet paper before a knock at the door is interrupting you for the umpteenth time this trip. Not even caring about the state of your appearance as you peek through the glass hole at the top of the door with puffy eyes and a toothpaste-covered chest to see who the hell is paying you a visit at 7.13am. And of course, it’s one of the two boys that you haven’t managed to piss off yet - Jadon.

“Morninggg!” he sings before barging past you and drooling over your baby blue thong that’s discarded in the corner of the room.

“Morning” you say bluntly as he makes himself at home and gets all cosied up under the duvet, rubbing his hands together and staring at you with a shit eating grin.

“Gonna tell me what’s gone down then?” he smirks as you quickly dip into the bathroom to put on your dressing gown, realising that he won’t listen to a word you have to say if your boobs are spilling out over the top of your towel and your ass is threatening to pop out at the slightest movement.

“What do you mean?” you’re asking, your heart pounding in your chest because deep down you know exactly where this is about to go. 

“Don’t act all innocent now, missy” he smirks. Your cheeks heating up at that little nickname. ‘Missy’. You could get used to him calling you that. No you couldn’t, don’t be so stupid, Y/N. “Marcus came down yesterday and said that you two had a little spat, and then you didn’t turn up to training so we were all just wondering what had happened. He said it was something to do with you playing everyone or something along those lines, and then he and Trent were completely ignoring each other for the rest of the day and refusing to pass the ball in training or anything” he’s saying as you take a shaky breath and realise that you’ve caused all of this. Clenching your fists as the thought of Marcus telling everyone about your little argument, not that he’d even told the full story and it probably came from his point of view, so that just makes the speculation even worse.

“It was nothing, honestly” you’re telling him as he raises his eyebrows as if to say ‘I know that’s not true’. “It was just a bit of a misunderstanding, that’s all, I don’t really want to talk about it anymore cose I’ve caused enough trouble here as it is” you say as Jadon props himself up on his elbows.

“Little Miss Troublemaker, hey?” he smirks as you roll your eyes at him, mumbling ‘more like heartbreaker’ under your breath as he giggles at your honesty. 

“I’m not gonna keep pushing for answers but as long as you’re alright?” he’s saying as you nod your head and give him a small smile. “Hopefully I’ll see you before we all go but if not, then it’s been nice to get to know you and I’m sure our paths will cross again, especially since you still owe me a kiss” he winks before making his way over to the door. “I don’t owe you anything” you laugh as he steps out into the corridor, the pair of you just staring at one another for a few seconds. Wanting nothing more than to just give him what he was craving in your office the other day, particularly now you know that he’s not actually as much of a twat as he makes himself out to be, but that would just complicate things even more and you’re ninety-nine percent certain that you’ve made your mind up too, so you’re just waving at him and stepping back inside, leaving the door to close between the two of you.

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You’re just finishing packing up your suitcase when you hear someone hanging around outside your door, something brushing against it before their footsteps are disappearing off down the corridor again, leaving you stood there with a slight frown of confusion on your face. Presuming that it’s just the cleaners as you brush it off and carry on throwing your belongings into your bag, stopping to look out of the window when a series of grey Mercedes start making their way along the gravel driveway, pulling up and stopping just in front of the hedgerow that lies before the training pitches. Having to wait a few seconds before some of the boys start making their way outside, hugging each other and probably saying their classic ‘take it easy, bro’s before throwing their bags into the boot and climbing into the backseat. Breathing a sigh of relief when you see Marcus making his way over to the car at the back, a small smile appearing on your face when you realise that you’ll never have to see him again. But then he’s stopping once he’s opened the back left door. Looking up and your room and shielding his eyes from the sun so that he can hopefully get one last glimpse of you without the light interrupting. Your eyeballs almost falling out of your head as you quickly jump backwards and try to force yourself under the armchair in the corner, the thought of him driving off into the distance with the last thought of you lingering on his mind enough to make you sick, hence why you’re hiding away so that never becomes a possibility. 

Eventually pulling yourself together and taking a peek outside to check that he’s not hanging around, and finally, something’s gone your way this week when you see the back of his car travelling up the road, knowing that unless he’s got extremely good eyesight, he won’t be able to see you anymore, which encourages a strange feeling of accomplishment to wash over your body. Standing and watching a few more lads head off before Jadon makes an appearance, chatting to one of the receptionists as they both laugh and joke about something before he’s being called over to one of the cars. And you’re just about to step away from the window when Dom and Trent come out behind one another, both of them saying their goodbyes to their remaining teammates before busying themselves on their phones whilst they wait for their cars to arrive. Jadon looking like he’s conveniently delaying the journey as he starts having conversations with people across the gravel, stopping between each new chat to look up at your room, and you notice Trent doing the same. Moving forward a few steps every now and then so that he can get a better look at your window, trying to make out as though he’s busy texting someone when really he’s just edging forward to get a final glimpse of you. And, it wouldn’t be a Y/N catastrophe if Dom didn’t look up as well. Doing a similar thing to Trent as he impatiently shuffles from one foot to the other, gradually making his way across the gravel in the process until he’s in a position to see your room.

The whole thing’s becoming a bit too much as you step away from the window and scan your eyes over your room one final time to check that you’ve got everything. Grabbing the handle of your suitcase and dragging behind you as you open the door, flicking the light switch off before your foot hits something beneath you - the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers, and your favourites, you’d like to point out.

You’re crouching down to push them forwards so that you and your bags can make it out of the room in one piece. Wondering who the hell has sent you these, or if they’re just a little ‘thank you’ from all of the staff, although there’s not much to say thank you for when you’ve caused a divide between the players. Rummaging through the greenery to retrieve the little white card that’s hidden away amongst it all, opening the tiny envelope and reading what’s inside.

‘Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for us all this past week, we’re so grateful and fingers crossed we’ll be able to see you again soon too, I would’ve loved to have got to know you better because I felt like we had a connection, but clearly it just wasn’t meant to be, good luck with everything, love always x’

“Shit” you’re panicking when your eyes spot his name and a poor attempt of a love heart drawn at the bottom, realising that it’s one of the boys that you’ve just been watching out of the window, not to mention the one that your heart had finally settled for after much toing and froing for nights on end.

Sprinting down the corridor with the bouquet under one arm and your suitcase being pulled along by the other, the wheels clipping the skirting board and probably ripping all the paint off as it smashes against the bottom of the wall. Shoving it with all your force as it goes tumbling down the flight of stairs at a hundred miles an hour, thankful that nobody happens to be waiting at the bottom because they would have been well and truly flattened. Eventually just deciding to abandon it half way down another corridor, along with the bouquet which is still miraculously intact, as you sprint for the double doors at the front of the building. Your heart almost pounding out of your chest through both a combination of nerves and unfitness as you frantically scan around for the person you’re looking for. 

And luckily he’s the last one left waiting for his car.

“Please let us try and figure something out” you’re panting as you jog over to him, gripping onto his shirt for dear life as you bury your head in his chest. Taking him a few minutes to process what the hell’s going on as he steps back to look at you.

“Wha- I, yo-” he stutters as he tries to make sense of what you’re getting at

“I want to get to know you better too, please don’t go without realising that” you’re saying, completely out of breath as you wait for him to process what you’ve just said.

A smile appearing on his face as he nods his head and steps towards you. His hands falling either side of your face before he’s leaning in and capturing your lips with his. The kiss confirming all of the thoughts that had been swimming around your head for god knows how long now. This definitely was the man that you wanted, and although you probably spent the least time with him out of all four of the boys, there was just something that told you that he was the one. The look in his eyes reassuring you that he feels the same as he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

“I’ve picked you, Dom” you whisper as his tummy fills with butterflies. Not even needing to reply as he leans in and presses his lips against yours once again.

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Aaaahhhh! That’s the end of Little Miss Heartbreaker 🥺 thank you so much to every single person who’s taken time out of their day to read it and follow along with each chapter, it honestly means the world and I really hope you’ve enjoyed it 🥰 please let me know what you thought of the story because any feedback I receive is greatly appreciated, hopefully we’ll see Y/N again soon and we’ll get more of an insight into her life and her role within the team, but for now, her England NT adventure ends here 🤍 x

[travellvogue]

The Art of Persuasion- TAA

warnings: smut

request: fighting with T because you don’t want to move from the city you live in but trent wants you to move in with him in liverpool into your own house together because he’s tired of you only being able to come down on holidays or long weekends and you’re unsure but then he fucks you on the pool table and is like “could get this every night baby girl” but like it ends fluffy and you agree to get a house together

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Since you where a little girl you’d always dreamt of living in London, you and your best friend spending more hours at school imaginary house hunting instead of actually paying attention in lessons. Boards on Pinterest with future home ideas, the type of interior you wanted, the colour scheme, the type of houses you liked. Everything planned out, an absolute fantasy in your mind since the again of 14.

And your dream came true... hard work pays off. You’ve been living in London with your best friend for a year now, lucky enough to be able to call the city your home. But there was a spanner thrown in the works shortly after you moved in, Trent. You’d met him shortly after you began living in London after attending an England match, an instant click, an instant love. The two of you making it official shortly after and you’ve never been happier, never been so in love with someone before. You’d do anything for him... however, moving to Liverpool was something that wasn’t going to happen easily. He’d been begging you for months to move to Liverpool, wanting to move out of his mum and dads house to live with you, and of course you wanted to live with him, wanting nothing more then to be able to see him everyday. But to leave your dream of living in London to move so far North scared you. Away from everything you’ve ever known, and you weren’t exactly someone who enjoyed change. You got to see him on long weekends and holidays when work aloud you to travel up to see him, and it was the best thing to be in his arms again after such a long time.

And this weekend was one of those times, the bank holiday allowing you time to travel up North and go visit him, when you told him over the phone that you were travelling to come and see him you thought he was going to have a heart attack, cheering down the phone and running downstairs to tell the rest of his family causing you to giggle and jump in the car as soon as possible. Arriving that evening, rather late, but nevertheless you were there now, in his arms again, the feeling of comfort and home overwhelming your body as he kissed you more times then you could possible count. Catching up with his parents and brothers as they ask how you’ve been, Trent sticking by your side the whole time. Of course you loved being up in Liverpool, you got to see the love of your life and his family, and you had to admit sometimes your brain would try to persuade you to move closer to him, but then you remember how hard you worked to be able to live in London.

“You know baby, we could cuddle like this everyday if you just moved a littleeee closer” he speaks, popping another grape into his mouth as your head rests on his chest, a Simpsons re-run on the TV, his arm around yours as he fingers trace over your ass. “Wouldn’t feel as special then” your trying to make up an excuse but the thought of being in his arms ate away at your brain constantly, wanting nothing more then to see his gorgeous face everyday. “I can make you feel special everyday” he winks, something flipping in your tummy when your eyes meet, “give me a kiss” he’s speaking, voice low and deep, leaning into him, thanking the heavens above that it was just the two of you awake, after all it was almost midnight, the kiss was deep and passionate as he growled into your mouth, humming at the feeling of his lips against yours. Hands travelling up and down your hips as he grips at your sides, pulling your body so you were straddling him, tongues dancing in unison, a harsh slap to your ass as you whimper slightly at the feeling. “Fuck princess” he groans as you pull away, both of you slightly breathless from the intensity of the kiss. “I need a drink” your speaking with one last peck to his lips, as you climb off his lap, another slap to your ass as you walk away from him, out of the living room and into the kitchen a permanent smile on your face as you take a glass out of the cupboard and hold it under the tap waiting for it to fill up. The arms snaking around your waist come as a shock as you reach to turn the tap off. “Your ass looks good in these” he’s mumbling into the crook of your neck as he fiddles with the waistband of your bottoms, hips bucking forward slightly so you can feel his crotch against you, deciding to swivel your hips slightly as he groans at the feeling, “babygirl” he whimpers into your ear as you feel him grow hard behind you, “i need you” he’s speaking so softly as his breath tickles the skin of your neck, and you can’t help but let a breathy moan out of your mouth as you put the glass down, turning around to face him as he grips your hips. “Up” he’s demanding as you jump into his arms softly, legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you through the kitchen to the pool table, resting you on the edge as he continues to kiss you passionately, hands roaming through his curls as you pull at them slightly knowing he loves it when you do that. “Fuck Y/N, get this off” he’s speaking as he peels your t-shirt off of your body, leaving you in your lacy bra, and then he’s moving to peel your bottoms off. “Look how stunning you are, fuck you make my cock so fucking hard” you swallow at his words, pussy clenching as he unclips your bra, managing to pull his own shirt off, admiring the view of his bare chest as your fingers trace his defined muscles, trailing down to the waist line of his boxers that are peaking out above his joggers. Propping yourself off of the pool table so your stood in front of him, pulling at his joggers so they’re dropping and pooling around his ankles. “Turn around, gonna fuck the shit out of you” he’s growling as you hips turn, your ass once against brushing against his hard on, hands resting on the middle of the pool table as he pushes the material of your thong to the side so it’s resting on your ass cheek, and although you can’t see him you can feel his now bare cock on you, piecing together that he’s clearly stripped himself of his boxers. “Can you feel that baby, dripping for me” he’s growling as his fingers trace the inside of your thighs, brushing over your pussy as you feel him collect some of you juices with his finger, and of course you can feel how wet you are for him, your thighs are slipping together at the wetness pooling out of your pussy. He’s spreading your juices around further as he rubs the tip of his cock across your folds, slipping into your entrance the tiniest bit and then pulling back out again. “Trent please” your whining, needing more then just his tip against your clit, “you want this cock baby?” you can only nod and whimper in reply, but he’s giving you exactly what you want, cock sliding into you effortlessly as he groans at your tightness, a moan leaving your mouth as you try to grip at the surface of the pool table, having no luck in finding anything to hold onto to steady yourself. He cocks drills into you as his hips become faster and faster, hitting all the right places to the point where you need to scream his name, but you have to stop yourself, knowing his whole family is upstairs sleeping and wouldn’t appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night. His thrusts are hard and powerful as he slams into you, grip on your hips keeping you steady as your hands roam around the pool table, knocking some of the pool balls around the table as you whimper his name, “could get this every night baby” his voice is low but powerful, causing you to clench your pussy around his cock, “could get this cock inside this sweet cunt every. single. night.” his last words are separated by a thrust each time, his own growls coming from the back of his throat as he tells you he’s close, but your closer to your own edge as you are almost certain he’s rearranged half your organs by name, thighs shaking as you reach your own high, body collapsing onto the pool table as his thrusts don’t slow down, body spasming as your pussy clenches uncontrollably around him. “Fucking shit baby, oh fuck shit fuck i’m cumming, oh fuck fuck fuck” he’s shooting his cum deep inside you as he pushes his cock as deep as possible, flooding your insides as he stands breathless behind you, fingers tickling your spine as he pulls you up, standing you straight and slipping out of you, his cum dribbling down your thigh as you try to catch your breath, “i fucking love you so much” his voice is much softer then a few minutes ago as he kisses your lips, “i love you too T” your arms are around him as you tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, “i’m serious about this house thing Y/N, i couldn’t think of anything better then living with you... could be having sex every day baby” he smirks at the last part of his sentence, a short silence falling over the two of you as your brain ticks away, “fine” you breath simply as his eyes go wide, smiling growing as he watches you, “really?” he’s asking as you nod, kissing him softly as he pulls you close, “in gonna start house hunting tomorrow, not even joking” he’s giggling as you laugh back, getting yourselves dressed again as you make your way up to T’s room, “the art of persuasion eh?” he’s chuckles as you cuddle close to him, hitting his chest playfully as you fall asleep in his arms

[secret-kpoplibrary]

Spotlight Pt. 17*

May 21st~

The BBMA’s are going to be on in America in two hours. For you it’s already Monday morning and you’re on your way to work. Unfortunately most of the award show took place during your shift so you couldn’t watch it all but you would go online as soon as the award show ended to watch their performance knowing the award show would probably have them towards the end. It’s roughly 2:30pm when you got a notification that the boys are going live.  The coffeehouse is really quiet now so you take the opportunity to find and watch their performance before tuning into their live which ends only 20 minutes later. They are probably exhausted after the show and traveling. Still of course you text them words of praise and encouragement before putting your phone away as a customer walks in.

“Hi, how may I help you?��� You ask the customer, first in Korean, then in English when noticing they weren’t Korean.

“Hello. Can I get a black coffee with 2 creams and one sugar?” The voice says.

“Okay. That’ll be 2347 won.” You say.

“Uh I’m sorry I’m new in town, do you mind telling me how many of these I’m meant to give you?” The guy says chuckling awkward. He holds out a series of bills.

“Oh! Sure.” You say looking at them. You take the two that you need before giving him his change.

“Thanks. Sorry.” He says.

“No problem, it can be tough adjusting to a totally new system of... everything.”  You laugh. You quickly make his coffee for him and hand it to him.

“Thank you... y/n.” He says pausing to read your name tag.

“No problem sir. Have a nice day.” You say.

“You too.” He nods to you turning away with a wink. He walks out of the store. Just then your coworker returns from lunch.

“Hey y/n.” He says smiling at you.

“Hey Jun-su.” You wave at him as you clean up around the coffeehouse. The little bell rings and you glance at the door only to see the same face you keep trying to avoid.

“Uh I’ll be in the stock room Jun-su!” You rush out before heading to the back room quickly. You focus on keeping your breathing calm as you wonder for the third time what in God’s name Trent is doing in Seoul.

A/N: Anything typed in italics is being said in Koeran

Summary: when shit hit the fan y/n used it as the push she needed to finally leave her home and take a leap of faith landing her in one of the world’s busiest cities. Seoul, South Korea. Running from more than a couple dark secrets of her past y/n tries to move forward with her new life and not so lowkey friends she met over the past couple years, but you can’t outrun your past now, can you?

Spotlight. 17/???