wish i were heather... || Skeppy x Reader FF

what i do for a living

- This chapter contains mentions of blood! If you are uncomfortable with the topic, please skip through! -

The next morning, you are in Zak's car, and both of you were heading off to somewhere. He handles the wheel with his right left hand while his right hand is holding your hand. You looked outside of the window to see the beautiful beach. Nothing has changed ever since. Zak looks at you and smiles, feeling like a proud partner.  

"You like it?" 

You turn to look at him. "Yeah. Nothing has changed. It looks beautiful." "Oh, I meant- Never mind." You got confused. You look to see that he was slowly pulling away from your hand, but you realize what he meant and immediately pulled his hand back. You squeeze it tightly and he laughs. "Yes, I do." 

Zak lifts up his hand to kiss yours as you giggle away. "I missed this." He says. You nod and smile embarrassingly. Not long after, you both arrived at a place where there was a trailer. He parks the car at an available parking space. You take off your seatbelt and was just about to come out, when you see that Zak hasn't turned off the car engine yet.

"Aren't you coming?" He looks at you. He shakes his head, smiling. "Nah, this is your job. Why should I get involved?" You groan and pulled his hand. "Come on! This is your once-in-a-lifetime experience of seeing me shoot! Now come on, you muffin head!" 

Eventually, he gives up and gets out from the car anyway. You go into one of the trailers, with Zak following right behind you. Inside, it was nice and cozy. You dropped your bag on the table and take off your coat. "Hey, Pete!" Peter comes out from the driver's seat, holding a checklist. 

"Ah, (Y/n)! You're here!" He turns to look and Zak, who to him, looked extremely good looking and a bit taller than him. He freezes and whispers to you. "Is this?" You nod, feeling proud that your partner was very good looking. Peter smiles and hands out his hand. "Hi, I'm Peter. (Y/n)'s assistant." 

Zak grabs his hand and they shake. You smile while you are pushing buttons on your camera. "I'm Zak. Nice to meet you." Peter smiles nervously. "You're really good looking! I guess you could be one of our models!" You glare at Peter, your eyes squinting at him. He clears his throat. Zak gets flustered. "Oh- Um, thanks." 

"Anyways." You cut off the awkward silence. "Where's Sam? I need him to confirm the outfits." Just as you said his name, Samuel enters the trailer with a long measuring tape wrapped around his neck. "You called?" You pass him a piece of paper. "Are these confirmed?" Samuel smiles joyfully. "Yep! Our model has tried on some of the outfits and-" 

He too, sees Zak, fiddling around with a plastic spoon. "Is that?" "Yes, and you are the second person to ask this." You walk towards Zak and takes the spoon from his hand. "Ok, let's make this quick. Zak, Samuel. Samuel, Zak." They both nod, but Samuel was nervous. You take your camera in your right hand while you pulled Zak's arm with the other. 

Samuel and Peter followed right behind you. You ask Zak to sit down on one of the chairs under the tent while he watches you shoot. "You sure I can stay here?" Zak's eyes sparkle. You ruffle his hair. "Of course. I'm in charge here." You pull up his hoodie, stroking his hair. 

"And you, mister. You are going to see what I do for a living." 

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"Shit!" Heather yells inside her room. Her two friends, Kelsey and Olivia watch as she is kicking her pillows aggressively. "Heath, you have to stay calm." Kelsey says. Heather stares at her. "Calm? What the fuck is calm! That stupid bitch came back and now there is no way I can get back to Zak!"