Did I decide to start this account mainly to make manner of death fanfic because I was mad that there wasn't enough. Yes, yes I did. (Still currently talking about bad buddy and not me but also cutie pie and a bunch of others I stumble across)
Way knows that the last thing he should be doing right now is throwing a pity party. Especially, since he’s thrown one every single time that Babe has chosen Charlie over him. Which is every single god damn time.
However, anyone with common sense would say otherwise, that Babe isn’t picking anyone. Yet for some reason that’s how it feels, how it always feels. It’s even felt this way with his other boys, even when Way knew Babe would always pick him in the end. Unfortunately, this time Babe doesn’t pick him.
Throwing back another glass of whiskey, Way considers his options. Breaking apart Babe and Charlie is easy, he done it plenty of times now to know that. Their relationship is fragile at best, even without him using his ability. Yet for some reason they always find their way back to each other, like fate.
‘Bullshit’ Way mutters under his breath.
His head lolls to the side as he ponders it. Fate. The whole concept of it sets his blood on fire because why are his a Babe’s fate so heavily intertwined. Especially when he can’t have him, when he has to suffer silently by his side. The simple observer to a love story that isn’t his but one that he so desperately wants.
“Another two drink, please”.
Way recognises instantly the voice that pulls him out of his thoughts, he knows exactly who it belongs to. Mr Pete - the CEO of their teams sponsor. The most unnerving thing is not that he doesn’t hear him coming but instead that he doesn’t sense him. Pete just seemed to materialise out of nowhere.
He’s not in the mood to act right now, to plaster a smile on his face and engage in boring small talk. In then though that’s what he does. He smiles and greets him politely.
Pete eyes as always are pools of black that he can’t ever get a read on. Yet they’re soft and gentle, what Way hates the most because it feels like they see right through him. Like Pete automatically knows that he’s here drowning his thoughts. Pete’s following statements are what makes it ring true to Way.
Or maybe he’s just being paranoid.
His scent had long gone sour even before he arrived. It isn’t usually distinctive anyway, he doesn’t like it that way and judging by Pete’s lack of scent it’s probably the same. Which is weird, why wouldn’t a man in a position of power not want to flex his Enigma status. It’s obvious why Way doesn’t flaunt his, because Babe sees it as a challenge and frankly doesn’t like the smell of it (even if he’s never said it). All the things he does and choices he makes, all somehow lead back to Babe.
Pete for the most part is silent company as Way continues to drown his worries away. However, whenever Way glances at him, his eyes are already on him, as if time itself has paused within those deep pools. There's a poetic intensity in the way Pete stares, as if he's glimpsing a fleeting moment, a rare masterpiece that will vanish with the echoes of the night.
Way has always been good at reading eyes, but he can’t make sense of what he sees in Pete’s. Yet for some reason he knows he hates it. The intensity is undeniable, a silent symphony that plays with his emotions.
Then he speaks after what seems like an eternity..“You should slow down”.
It’s not a command, he knows it’s not he can tell that alone with Pete’s soft and gentle tone. But it spikes his scent - sharp and crisp. He knows Pete smells it even before they lock eyes.
It’s at this point Way knows he’s had enough to drink, an Enigma challenging another one is ridiculous.
Then it hits him.
He’s not bristled by the statement alone but its tone. It’s condescending. Pete is talking to him as if he’s a child, no, rather someone that needs taken care of.
Way hates that it sets a fire at the bottom of his stomach. He doesn’t need to be taken care of, he isn’t soft or delicate he doesn’t need gentle treatment.
Right?
However, Way doesn’t feel the tears that roll down his face, he doesn’t even notice when they start. What he does feel is Pete’s thumb softly wiping them away. It’s a pointless endeavour as they don’t stop. In fact Way thinks those gentle hands make it worse.
The silence between them seemed to get louder, even with the club behind buzzing with noise and energy.
Way, who had been looking passed Pete up until this point, regrets more than anything meeting his eyes again. Despite the blurriness caused by his tears, Way can make out the look in his eyes and it’s the same fucking look that he can’t truly decipher other than being soft.
“Don’t look at me like that, like I’m worth something”
It’s a whisper and Way hopes that he doesn’t hear it. Hear the temporary crack in composure, the break in his facade. He blames it on the alcohol and lack of medication, he isn’t weak nor is he someone who needs taken care of.
Pete’s thumb doesn’t stop wiping at the tears falling from his eyes and in that club, he’s the only one that will ever know.
He wanted Kim to know that he had seriously underestimated him, sure letting go and healing was going to be way harder than this but what Kim failed to realise was that from a very young age he was used to having no one. Before Kim he only really had his brother (although he doesn’t really feel like he still has now) and after Kim he’ll be fine everything will return back to normal…
Well not normal, things will never be normal not with Porsche diving deeper and deeper into the mafia world but Porschè will manage after all he’s used to managing.
Chapter One: That Night In The Rain (You Saved Me)
At this point, Porsché didn't even know where he was going but one thing he was sure of was that his heart hurt. He never would have thought that something so gentle as love could hurt this bad, but who was he kidding he couldn't blame Kim, could he? Not when he was the one that ignored all of the signs, not when Kim could only look into his eyes when he asked him if he loved him but in all fairness, Porsché was always taught that love was way more than just words.
Porschè never knew love could hurt until he met Kim, who showed him that love can be deceiving, a perfectly sculpted illusion. Macau always knew that love could hurt, that it was a word so easily used but not easily meant, a word that was often said in passing and a word he knew better than to trust.
In which two completely different people collide but not everything is as it seems and choices will have to be made.
I shall be the one to say it I believed Vegas when he said that he loved Porsche. Call him a master manipulator cause I fell for that shit. Yes I knew that they weren’t going to get together but it felt real and genuine to me. 🤡
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: แอบหลงรักเดอะซีรีส์ | Secret Crush On You (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Daisy/Intouch (Secret Crush On You), Jao/Sky (Secret Crush On You), Nuea/Toh (Secret Crush on You)
Characters: Daisy (Secret Crush On You), Intouch (Secret Crush On You), Jao (Secret Crush On You), Sky (Secret Crush On You), Nuea (Secret Crush on You), Toh (Secret Crush On You), Som (Secret Crush On You), Tor (Secret Crush On You)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Mutual Pining, Pining, Love at First Sight, I'm Bad At Tagging, Cute, Love Confessions, Confessions, Idiots in Love, Self Confidence Issues
Series: Part 1 of Just a Thought
Summary:
As confident as Daisy is she still just can't believe that it's possible for anyone to actually be interested in her, especially someone as radiant as Intouch.
Nick is officially the best boy and Charlie is the sweetest and needs to be protected.
"Its okay sweetie you're doing amazing 👏🏾"
Me any time Nick and Charlie were struggling.
Nick is the best baby bisexual ever and Charlie is the strongest person ever.
And don't get me started on Tara and Darcy, best teen lesbian represention I've ever seen and the screen time was more than I was expecting. Love them and want to see more ❤.
