☆ Day 29 of Domaystic | Alt-E "Don't you have something to tell me?" | Event by @domaystic

☆ Summary: After drinking the last of Levi's expensive tea, you find that hiding a secret is something you cannot manage when it comes to hiding it from Levi.

☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Gender-Neutral Reader

☆ Genre/Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff

☆ Word Count: 0.4k

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Altaïr’s Valentine’s Day Nightmare Disaster

【AltairxEzio】【AltE】

P1&P2:The Dreamy Valentine’s Day We Planned,but What Actually Happened is P3.

You didn't mean to end up on your ex-husband's Facebook profile … and you certainly didn't look through every single picture he'd been tagged in over the past two weeks because you wanted to. You simply … stumbled upon them. An accident, if you will. A classic slip of the ole’ finger.

When you realized a woman whose name you didn’t recognize kept liking those pictures … that pesky finger had a mind of its own again! It started clicking on all of her posts, rooting through comments for Kento Nanami and his obnoxious over-use of the thumbs up emoji.

To your horror, he appeared once or twice.

Actually, you know what? Screw that. To be precise: he appeared six times on six different posts.

On a picture of her at the beach … fully clothed, but still showing enough skin to make your stomach curdle with jealousy:

Looks relaxing👍

On a picture of a bottle of wine:

Love that blend👍

On a picture of her with some co-workers at a happy hour:

Looks like everyone had a good time. I should be back from Italy soon. Will definitely try to get to the next one 👍

And on it went. Stupid comments, each punctuated with stupid thumbs-ups.

Your pointer finger was tired of accidentally clicking all over the place, so you closed your laptop, made a lazy attempt at your nighttime routine, and crawled into bed. But then … your thumbs! Your thumbs were restless! They opened up LinkedIn to figure out who the hell this lady was. By absolute coincidence, you happened to learn:

She works in marketing at Kento's company.

She got a promotion recently.

You have three mutual connections. One of them, of course, being the man whose last name you still share … because you haven't been able to change yours back.

Not yet. Not when you regret your impulsive, stubborn decision to serve him divorce papers instead of go to couples counseling like he'd asked.

Unlike your spiraling thoughts, your thumbs were at least feeling a little friendly, so they sent her an invite to connect … and they may or may not have found her on Instagram, too … and liked a post from three years ago. (All jokes aside, that was a genuine mistake).

You went to bed feeling slightly justified. The crux of your marital problems had been that he prioritized work over his home life, after all … and here he was, seemingly moving on with a co-worker less than a month post-separation.

Too-little sleep, a mediocre, rushed breakfast, and a hellish commute later, you're at your desk. You're trying to finish up a bulletin, but you can't help but get distracted by your social sleuthing side-gig. Your pointer finger and thumbs take turns, this time, depending on the device and degree of desperation; and just as you’re about to open Kento's Facebook for the second time that hour … (to make sure that he hasn't deleted all of your pictures together since the last time you checked, of course) … a notification pops up on your screen.

From: Nanamin </3 Hey there, 'ex'-wife....got anything to tell me? Fun fact: Brittany is a lesbian. She now thinks my 'ex'-wife might be one too.

From: Nanamin </3 FYI: work trip is ending early. I should be home in two days 👍 Can I please sleep in the bed again when I get back? (divorce papers are hidden in the garage freezer. Unsigned. Miss you, honey.)

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