The Man I'll Never Have (Carl Azuz x Reader)

y/n's shitty life

Y/n gulped, she wasn't prepared, as always, and feared what dumb mistake she'd make again. Last time, they almost fired her.

The cameraman looked at her as she neatly organized her papers.

"We're live in
3..
2..
1!"

Y/n took a big breath and smiled.

"Hello and welcome. I'm your host, f/n l/n, and today on Channel 69 we will be discussing why blind people need to just see."

The broadcast switched to a brief (and absolute shit) slideshow that, thankfully, gave y/n some time to rest.

After the slideshow was over, she was back in the spotlight.

"I'm f/n l/n and you're watching Channel 👉👌"

She made the hand motion, which was a complete rip-off of the CNN 10 motion, and the camera finally stopped filming.

Her boss came into the room with a cup of black coffee.

"Good job y/n. Our ratings have spiked ever since you joined our team. Just keep in mind that we could still easily replace you if you slip up."

"Mhm," Y/n said right before she left the room.

This job fucking sucks

Y/n went down the elevator to the parking lot. She spent a few minutes wandering around, looking for her car.

At last, she found it and clicked the car keys. The car lights flashed and she got in. Y/n didn't like the silence so she turned on the radio.

"Ugh."

An annoying song blasted the car.

I guess silence is better than shitty music.

She turned off the radio and drove in silence to her small one bedroom apartment.

You might think being on a news anchor would earn you a decent amount of money but you're wrong. You're so wrong.

Channel 69 barely pays their employees anything. That's how they get their fancy looking stuff, by taking money out of their employees' pockets.

At last y/n arrived at her crappy apartment. She walked into the vast clean elevator and pressed the button for the 13th floor.

You might be thinking, 13 is a bad number y/n and you're completely correct.

When I first was looking for a place to stay, I found this apartment complex with really nice and expensive looking rooms for a really cheap price.

It turns out, all the rooms are really nice except for the ones on the 13th floor. In reality the nice rooms cost more money than my entire net worth and they advertised the shitty 13th floor rooms as the nice ones.

They scammed me and now I live a room equivalent to a soggy cardboard box.

The elevator stopped at the seventh floor to let a woman and her baby in.

Oh great

Y/n thought.

The baby looked at y/n and started crying.

Y/n just stared at the child with a menacing glare.

The lady gave y/n the stink eye for traumatizing her poor child. Finally, y/n reached her floor and walked out of the elevator. Right before she did, though, she flipped off the woman.

Y/n walked around the 13th floor until she found her shitty apartment. She unlocked the door by pushing it down. The sad soggy excuse for a door depressingly limped to the ground.

Y/n stepped on the squishy door and went directly to the kitchen. Since y/n's apartment was a complete scam, the 'apartment' was a small room with barely enough space for anyone or anything.

She went to the old busted mini fridge in the corner and grabbed some vodka. Taking a long swig, she collapsed onto the broken safety hazard of a couch. She knew that she'd probably be hungover the next day but she didn't really care.

Y/n took her phone out and scrolled through Reddit. Just before she was going to tap on another story in r/pettyrevenge, her phone buzzed.

Dumb boss:
Y/n!! Come to the office right now. We are having a meeting with CNN 10 and they're threatening to sue us. We need you here. If you don't come you're fired.

Ugh

Y/n reluctantly got up with her bottle of vodka and went to the elevator. She pressed the ground floor button and waited impatiently for the elevator ride to be over already.

Ding!

She got off the elevator and went to her car. She got in and started the car.

back to work we go....yay

She took a long swig of her vodka and drove off to the Channel 69 headquarters.

Y/n finally managed to get to the building after driving on the sidewalk to avoid traffic. Somehow, she hasn't gotten her license revoked yet.

Y/n drunkenly walked into the headquarters with her bottle of vodka. She found the office and burst in.

Everyone's conversation stopped when they heard y/n's dramatic entrance. They turned to look at the drunk woman with the vodka bottle and then resumed their conversations.

Y/n's boss looked at her and (clearly) faked a smile.

"Y/n! Just who I wanted to see. Now tell these lovely gentlemen over here why they shouldn't sue us."

Y/n's boss tightly gripped her shoulder and pulled her in to whisper "Who the fuck comes into a meeting with a bottle of vodka. You dumb bitch, you better not mess this up."

With that, y/n's boss shoved her toward the direction of the CNN men.

Y/n drunkenly slid into the chair by them and introduced herself.

"Hey there *hic* how are you guys. Ahahaha."

Y/n eyed the group. One person in particular stood out in drunk y/n's mind.

"..Carl?"

The man himself, Carl Azuz was here. For some reason, y/n's drunkened state made all their negative encounters in the past disappear. With all of their broken past stripped away from y/n's drunk memory, y/n hugged Carl welcomingly.

"Carl! *hic* I haven't seen you in forever! Where have you been? We have a lot *hic* of catching up to do."

Carl looked flustered for a few seconds but quickly snapped back into reality. Pushing y/n away, Carl said,

"Y/n, I don't know if it's because of the vodka" He said while looking at the vodka bottle still in y/n's hand. "but I don't think we can go back to where we were before. I don't know if we ever could but right we definitely can't."

Y/n looked at Carl in confusion.

"Why not?"