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I need someone to explain to me how Verizon is allowed to charge me 350 dollars for a 100 dollar phone bill
Found out today that my horse’s next vet visit will cost upwards of $300 with taxes AND that the clowns at Verizon are charging me $350 for late fees on nothing… within minutes of each other lol. Driving to work getting two separate 300 dollar texts is just fucking peachy for this beautiful Monday
#I wish I could just take them to small claims court#or maybe burn down both their locations here#but I don’t own my phone so I’m stuck with them until next year 🫠😭#motherfuckers are costing me almost as much as ny horse this month jfc#personal#don’t live in America kids it’s fucking garbage here#my phone bill in Iceland was 15 bucks usd and in England it was 12 bucks usd#and here it’s a goddamn motherfucking wholeass cunting car payment#got the dude to give me ten bucks off! TEN!!!!!! Christ on a bike#and only give dollars of that 350 goes towards the actual price of the actual phone the rest is just ‘’surcharges’’’’#kill me#I don’t need that 700 it’s fine this is fine I’ll just make no money this month it’s cool
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it's been 700 years since I last wrote fic, but here's what I wrote for SpinningYarns in the @lesmisholidayexchange!! they asked for Enjolras, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac finding out someone they know was going to have a not-very-good Christmas and plotting to fix it, and I was thrilled to take a shot at that.
(the triumvirate was also thrilled for a chance to do some medium-stakes plotting. helping fix a real problem, but also the government will not try to put you in jail about it, and you can be a little silly with your friends? that's what holidays are for, right?!)
without further ado:
Bringing and Becoming (g, gen, 5.2k)
Feuilly's about to lose his job, but he's not worried about himself. He's worried about looking after all his coworkers when the business shuts down. Enjolras, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac are on the case.
Basics:
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Ships: Gen
Fandom: Les Misérables - Victor Hugo
Relationships:
Combeferre & Courfeyrac & Enjolras (Les Misérables)
Combeferre & Feuilly (Les Misérables)
Enjolras & Cosette Fauchelevent
Additional Tags [Selected]:
Canon Era
In Which Feuilly Needs a Break
Class Issues
Hijinks & Shenanigans
Gender Shenanigans
Genderqueer Enjolras (or something like that? honestly read it however you like)
Improv Skills
“The fact is, Combeferre, that I will be fine,” [Feuilly] begins again—still weary, but with the air of someone counting well-stacked coins or packing a tidy bag. “I’m healthy enough these days; I’m young; I can paint fast as hell when I need to. I can find piecework until I get another place in an atelier. I have my own rooms, quiet so I can concentrate, good windows for light. My neighbors always have a fire so I’ll stay warm even if I don’t spend a sou on fuel. And I know I will get hired for a steady job again—like I said, I am fast, and I am one of the best painters in the shop, and I haven’t stirred up trouble at work in years. But not all my fellow workers can feel such assurance, and most of them are providing for more than themselves. Plus, it is not so big a matter if I work through the holiday, or do not have a festive meal, but with children that is hard. I know you’ll offer me money before I go home, and it’s not that I’m too proud to take it. But I’m not the one that needs it most, and I don’t know exactly who is.”
“You can hold onto it until you sort it out, then,” Combeferre says, “or you can start a pool, like a strike fund, while you work on the list. I trust your judgment and I don’t envy you the role—although if you’d find it helpful I’ll happily go with you on list-making visits, as a doctor or just as a friend.”
“That might help for a few people.” Feuilly reaches for his coffee mug again and finds it refilled, with a glass of brandy next to it. “Thank you for listening. I do think it would fortify me to do a little Greek, if you still have the time—and if you can stand to hear me attempt this new vocabulary while drinking?”
“Oh, I’d be delighted to hear that.” Combeferre grins. “But one last thing, Feuilly—are you sure you don’t want me trying to engineer some way to reverse all this?”
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#3 Jiraiya/Tsunade
"Lingering hugs..."
I wanted so badly to include smut in this bc Jiraiya deserves it damn it but it insisted on being an angst piece so apologies anon!
Embrace
Length: 700 words
Prompt: Those lingering hugs before you part ways that make you just… Wonder.
Summary: Every time they hugged, it was a moment to remember.
The first time Tsunade allowed him to hug her, Jiraiya thought the world was on the verge of ending. Before, she had always punched him away or wiggled so that his hands might reach for her, but would never actually land on her. It was part of the curse of being known a lecher, but it was a small price to pay. Better that than her knowing just how hopelessly in love with her he was.
Her head buried into his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I have to go. I just… I can’t. Not anymore. Not after Nawaki… and Dan…” her voice trailed off. Jiraiya understood, of course. Yahiko, Konan, and Nagato had each stolen pieces of his heart as he had trained them, and the knowledge of their deaths had left him unable to even contemplate teaching anyone ever again, prophecy of the one who would save the world be damned.
When those who held her entire heart had passed on, leaving her behind, it was only natural that Tsunade would seek out a place where memories of them did not linger around every corner.
He patted her back. “Go in peace, and be safe,” he said. A wry smile made its way to his face. “And make sure you don’t stake the right to touch your breasts when you run out of gambling money, understand? Those are Konoha’s treasures.”
She flung him away from her with a single push. “You damn pervert! Just when I thought you were growing up a bit!”
His smile felt a little less strained after that. If she could yell at him, then maybe she wasn’t entirely broken.
The second time Tsunade allowed him to hug her, it was immediately after her inauguration as Hokage.
“Thanks for taking on the burden,” he said. “They wanted to make me the Hokage, can you believe it? I’m so glad that you were willing to take on that buttload of work instead.”
She scowled. “And here I was thinking you actually thought I’d make a good Hokage,” she grumbled. But she didn’t let go of him, and for the first time, Jiraiya allowed himself to wonder if there was an after. He did not need to be her one true love – he knew that was Dan’s place. But being second choice was still better than being no choice at all.
The third time they hugged, Tsunade initiated it. His heart leaped for joy as she buried her head into the crook of his neck, her hands caressing his chest.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she mumbled. “Not th’same without you. Dunno how to be sober.”
Of course. It wasn’t truly him that she was seeing, was it? She thought he was Dan.
Every inch of his skin felt hypersensitive, and every instinct he possessed begged him to reach out. Just a little caress. She wouldn’t even know.
But he would. And he would never allow the act to become reality. If his love went unreciprocated his entire life, so be it. Let it burn a pure, untarnished, flame.
When Jiraiya bid Tsunade farewell, he contemplated trying to hug her again.
But she was betting on him losing, wasn’t she? And she always lost her bets. He would be fine.
He would come back, and he would take more than just a hug. He would take her on dates, he would scheme for the sake of the village with her, and he would follow her anywhere. He would follow her to the cenotaph, and hold her as she remembered Dan.
“I’ll be back,” he said with a grin, even as a sense of foreboding urged him to just give her a damn hug. It was probably the same sense that had urged him to touch her when she was intoxicated. He hadn’t given in to it previously, and he would not now.
As Jiraiya felt the life seep out of him, a warmth surrounded him, even as his extremities grew cold. He could see her then, eyes bright as they were in childhood, embracing him not as a teammate, not as a friend, but as a lover.
“Tsunade,” he mumbled. “Love you.”
#jiratsuna#jiraiya#tsunade#naruto fanfic#jiraiya x tsunade#naruto rarepairs#angst#lightweaver writes#writing games#flash fiction#asks
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Sooooo somehow I hit 700 overnight (!!!!) and felt the need to celebrate with all of you lovely people. I wrote this as a thank you❤️
Slice and Dice
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 2,000
Summary: Reader reacts to Matt’s haircut.
Trigger warnings: none, it’s just fun
Masterlist
"...and I'm just saying," Foggy's voice echoes in your ear as you round the corner to your apartment, criss-crossing in and out of the throngs of people on the sidewalk who are far slower walkers than you would like, "that he was a little self-conscious about it when Karen said something. I tried not to laugh, but you know Matt, he'll pick up even the slightest giggle, and once he turned towards me, I lost it."
"Great, Foggy," you say dryly, eyeing your building that sits just half a block up. "Such a great friend."
Foggy's laugh floats from the earbud you have shoved in your ear. Thank God for bluetooth, the technology allowing you to balance your purse in one arm, grocery bags in the other, as the man fills you in on his day at the office. "You'll understand when you see him later."
"Is it really that bad?"
"Ehhhhh…it could be worse. I mean, I’ve actually seen it be worse before, so it’ll be fine. Just…be nice to him. And maybe don’t mention that I found it hilarious.” Foggy says with another laugh.
“I’m always nice to him,” you argue, smiling as you shift the weight of your purse so that you can pull open the apartment building’s door and step inside. You head straight for the mailbox, setting a few things down before shoving your key inside and pulling out the envelopes within.
Bill.
Bill.
Credit card offer.
Pizza place coupon.
Bill.
Foggy snorts, and the sound causes a laugh of your own as you toss everything but the pizza coupon into the trash. All of your bills are automated, no use looking at a paper statement that’s just gonna remind you of the money that settles in your bank account for a day before it’s whizzed off to cover the cost of utilities for the month.
“You enjoy giving him shit just as much as I do, so I will affectionately call that a lie.”
This laugh bubbles louder in your chest and out of your mouth. You shove the coupon into your purse, pick up your items, and make your way to the elevator. “This is a completely honest and fair statement, Mr. Nelson. And you all love me for it.”
“We do,” he says cheerfully. A woman’s voice sounds on the other end of the phone, and Foggy responds to the other speaker before he turns his attention back to you. “Karen said hi. Anyway, text me later. I’ll need status updates for your reaction.”
“Will do, Foggy. Will do.”
“Ta ta for now.”
“Dork.”
The phone call ends just as you’re stepping inside the apartment, and with another laugh, you set your keys on the table that sits right inside, kick off your shoes, and make your way down the small hallway. Once things are put away, you head to the bedroom, desperate to take off your work clothes.
You’re not home for long before you hear the front door open, the sound quiet and familiar as you stir the dinner you’re making at the stove. You listen for the normal signs of his arrival, the sound of his cane being folded up and put onto the table in the hallway, jacket hung on the coat rack, and by the time his footsteps have rounded the corner, you’re already turning away from the stove to face him, hand setting the stirring spoon onto the counter.
Your mouth can’t help but part in surprise, and at your silence, Matt stops his trek into the kitchen. He looks borderline like a deer in the headlights, all senses turned one hundred percent towards you as he pauses. It’s almost like he hadn’t known you were home, which you know for a fact isn’t the case, but the way he has stilled at your attention is amusing.
“Matt,” you say slowly, eyeing his ensemble up and down with a barely contained smile, “why are you wearing a baseball hat?”
Matt grimaces, mouth twisting at the corners, as he finally moves again and removes his suit jacket, laying it across one of the chairs that sits at the kitchen table. He looks utterly ridiculous, dressed in a full suit with a Yankees hat perched on top of his head, and you can’t help but swallow down a snicker.
He gives you a look, knowing exactly the sound you've forced down, and the pout that sits on his lips still manages to be charming in the way that only Matt Murdock has ever been able to pull off. His red glasses are peeled away from his face and placed onto the table in front of him, and you can’t help but soften as his eyes are revealed to you, amusement fading momentarily. You’ve always been a sucker for his hazel eyes, especially when they’re lit up by the light still filtering in from the windows like they are right now.
“You know why,” he says with another frown, slowly beginning to open up the buttons at his wrists, preparing to take his collared shirt off. Which, yes please. “I’m sure Foggy or Karen called you already. Probably Foggy; he never knows how to keep his mouth shut.”
You snort. “It was definitely Foggy.”
Matt blows out a breath, face turning to the ceiling as he settles his hands on his hips, pausing the removal of his shirt, as if the next words were difficult to say. “And so he told you that…that the man at the barber-”
“A man at the barbershop absolutely fucked up your hair.”
He huffs out a laugh, face lowering so that it was turned towards you once again, mouth finally pulling into a quick grin. “That is an accurate telling of the story, yes.”
You take a few steps towards him, placing a hand on the counter, the other on your hip, observing the man in front of you. “Are you going to show me?”
“Thinking about it.”
Laughing, you continue to watch as he slowly resumes unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, and you can’t help but hungrily eye the expanse of his chest that is slowly being revealed to you. He sends you a smirk, obviously knowing the type of reaction he’s having on you, and he slows down the motions, almost teasing you with the pace.
“Taking off your shirt won’t distract me,” you say dryly, though the drool pooling in your mouth is anything but. You cross your arms over your chest in a false display of defiance.
“You sure about that?” His smirk takes up his entire face now, dimple appearing on his cheek, and finally, finally, the shirt is off and joining the suit jacket over the chair.
Your resolve crumbles, though you’re not exactly surprised. His chest is a thing of dreams and glory, and monuments should be built in its honor.
“Yes? Maybe? No. You got me.”
With a laugh, he steps the rest of the way towards you, and pulls you into him with a warm arm around your waist and a hand on the back of your neck as he kisses you hello. When he pulls back, his bare chest is pressed against the front of you, and you can’t help but sigh into him.
“Hi sweetheart,” he says with a smile, tilting your head back to kiss your forehead, as he always does when he greets you. “Have a good day?”
“It was much better than yours was, apparently.” The look he gives you causes another laugh. “But I’m still waiting to see the haircut.”
With a groan, he backs away, determining he was unsuccessful in distracting you. “Don’t laugh.”
“No promises.”
His hand reaches up to pull off his hat, and he only hesitates for a brief second before the hat leaves his head and is tossed onto the table. Your eyes take in the sight in front of you, and a hand is covering your mouth a split second later.
“Oh no,” is all you can manage before a giggle rips its way up your throat and out of your mouth. “Matt–”
With a frustrated growl, he runs his fingers through his hair, pulling lightly at the roots. “I know it’s bad, you don’t have to say anything.”
“It’s not…awful,” you tell him, and you’re being completely honest, because while it doesn’t look great, he’s still the sort of man who can pull any look off, much to your amusement. “It’ll grow back.”
“Not fast enough,” he replies, his voice sounding too forlorn for your liking. “It feels way too short.”
You step up to him, reaching up to tilt his head down so that you can run your fingers through his hair, the soft strands still feeling like silk, regardless of the length. The hair is too short, seeing as how Matt usually likes it a little longer on top, but it’ll be fine. Pulling his head further down, you plant a soft kiss to the top of his head before releasing him and stepping backwards.
“What happened?”
He sighs and shuffles his feet, looking like a kicked puppy even while he stands shirtless in the dining area, scars and bruises proudly on display. “Andrew was out, and they didn’t tell me until I was already there. But I wanted it cut before I met with Peter Parker, and I figured I was already there, so I just went with the other barber they had available. I have, unfortunately, learned my lesson.”
A sympathetic noise came from the back of your throat. “It happens to the best of us. Bad haircuts happen.”
“I could literally tell as he was cutting it that it wasn’t going to turn out well. I could hair almost every strand hitting the floor, could hear the way he was taking too much off of the top, but I didn’t know it looked that bad until Karen said something.”
“That woman is ruthless,” you say in amusement, watching as a smile slides across his face again, because yes, he’s well aware that Karen Page takes no prisoners. “But maybe she thought she was doing you a kindness by letting you know.”
“And then Foggy laughed in my face.”
“He wouldn’t be Foggy if he didn’t.”
Matt’s mouth twitches into a wider grin, and you breathe a sigh in relief, glad that this was something he wasn’t going to focus on too harshly, despite the small blow he’d taken to his ego.
“Seriously, Matt. It’ll be fine. He parted your hair wrong, but that’s easily fixable,” you tell him, reaching up to run your fingers over his scalp again, already focusing on how to fix the way his hair had been angled, but he catches your wrist and places a kiss to the inside of it.
“You know what running your fingers through my hair does to me, sweetheart.” His voice has dropped to the lower register he tends to use while he’s got you underneath him, and the heat immediately settles in your skin. “Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish.”
You can’t help but snort even while the look he’s giving you is dripping in sin. Goddamn this man. “How long have we been married now, Matt? You should know by now that I’m always ready to finish it.”
The smirk that slides back onto his face is dark and hungry, and it’s easy to take your eyes off of the poorly executed haircut and focus instead on the pretty mouth that’s still dangerously close to your skin. He opens his mouth to say something, no doubt something that will be warm and devastating to your self-control, but before he can say anything, the growl in your stomach interrupts the moment. Laughing, he pulls away, already unbuckling his slacks as he makes his way to the bedroom, no doubt ready to change into some sweats.
“Dinner first, then you can play with my hair all you want,” he calls out, voice ringing through the apartment as he steps out of his pants and throws them in the hamper. “Though, I won’t be held accountable for my actions after that.”
“Deal,” is all you say as you turn back to the stove, immediately grabbing the spoon and stirring the pan. “How did the meeting with Spiderman go?”
The apartment goes suspiciously quiet. Your head turns slightly back towards the bedroom, eyeing your husband curiously as he stands in the doorway, another grimace on his lips.
“Yeah, no, I fucked that one up, too.”
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Punkdate (Punk Update) 3/30/22
TW for Heavy Topics.
So it’s been a week and a day since (in my mind at least, probably not for him) I “ended things” with Catboy (for now). Since then he has messaged me that he did loose custody of his kid which sucks and I did pretty much say “that sucks” and that’s about it. He messaged me Sunday asking how I was and when I told him what was going on he asked if I wanted to call and I pretty much said no you’re the last person I want to talk to right now and I just want to be left alone for the foreseeable future. A part of me does want to message him back and see if we can call just so I can not feel mad at him anymore but like I also don’t want to fall back into that “I would do anything to have you” mindset so I’ll probably wait but.
So far also I have going on:
I briefly mentioned this here but my aunt is about an hour away from Catboy and when we figured this out it was like so cool! But also like “wow you don’t want to go to AZ but I would do anything to go” and when I told him things were getting worse he invited me to fly out there and I said no it was fine i’m sure that things with her will be fine. They aren’t, though, and my mom is flying out there without me in 3 weeks- if she lives that long- because my other aunts and one cousin have been taking shifts making sure someone is with her and her husband (my uncle) at all times because he is bedridden and has in-home nurses but before that they were taking care of him (he’s been kicked out and most likely black-listed from other facilities for being a combatant patient) and they’re all exhausted from this and my aunt said specifically she wished that my mom could take a shift to help which is like… pretty much probably her dying wish so of course my mom is putting everything aside to go out there, but she won’t let me come, and says she needs peace of mind that I’m looking after the animals (more on this in a second) and the house and still getting a pay check while she’s gone because it’s going to be emotionally, physically, and mentally draining for her to be out there. I really thought I was going to be able to see her one last time before she passed but I don’t think that I am.
About pets I just had one pass away yesterday. It was not polyam doggo, or I would have said something sooner. I cried a little bit but honestly I just don’t really feel anything.
My grandma’s breast cancer came back and they took out the lump which it was that or a mascectamy or however you spell that and so she went with this and then radiation treatment to follow but apparently she went to a second doctor and that doctor told her that radiation was a bad idea and she should have gotten the mascectamy so now she isn’t doing radiation which she didn’t want anyway but like after it’s too late a second opinion was like yeah… that is NOT the treatment you should have picked… which she was NOT given all the info she just got from this doctor before about how like radiation would be (more) dangerous and stuff…
My mom told me just now that she wants to cancel one of the trips we had planned which. Sucks. Because I was looking forward to it. My mom also keeps telling me how hard on money we are right now like every single time I’m in her vicinity. Like literally every day when we drive to work she’s like “we’re struggling to make ends meet”. We had to fix our roof and one heat system we have is broken and it’s been exceptionally cold so we’ve been overusing the other heat we have which has been expensive and the car has needed a lot of repairs and it’s going to need more soon and my mom keeps talking about the “chip shortage” and about how we can’t get a new used car etc. Last night I was like fuck this I had $700 in my bank account last I looked so I should have at least $600 now imma buy myself stuff while I’m buying myself a new computer and yeah I looked and I had $300 so I’m like cool nevermind but I might just like go to the mall or something and buy like. A bottle of hair dye. A nice body wash. A few button pins. Idk. I have been buying fake plants at least because that’s what I want for my room.
Speaking of my room also on the way here my mom is like fuck this I’m finally ready to move to Florida and I’m like I’ve been asking to move to Florida since I was 14 and you just bought a house here and she’s like yeah we can probably sell it or rent it if need be (this wouldn’t be for a few years if at all).
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PTC: part v
Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader
gif by @pascalsky
Word Count: 2,312
Rating: PG
Warnings: sweet moments, little bit of angst.
A/N: here’s the next part! some reveals. did you guess correctly? @creativekat and i are having a blast writing this and we really do love this story and these characters!
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You looked around the large rented ballroom and shook your head nervously. You had brought up the idea of taking the kids out on field trips to facilitate their learning and the Heroics school board had decided to hold a fundraiser to help take this from an idea to reality. You hadn’t imagined that they might opt to raise said funds by auctioning off dates with the Heroics themselves. Since the event would be opened to the public, it couldn’t be held at HQ (a logistical nightmare) so a local Events Center had been the next best option. Now, as you watched the room beginning to fill with people you could see why. This was, apparently, the event of the century.
Soft classical music was being piped in from speakers in the corners of the room as people mingled, getting drinks from the bar. Your students were all wearing black outfits and acting as greeters and coat-checkers so the gathering masses would see just who their money would be helping. You quickly realized, for some here, it wouldn’t matter where the money was going. A night on the town with one of the Heroics was a hot commodity.
Glancing over at Marcus, surrounded by half a dozen women, you understood the appeal. The urge to go over and rescue him from his adoring fans was strong, but you couldn’t do that. For one thing, as the teacher of his daughter and the other Heroics’ kids it was inappropriate. For another thing, you’d spotted your brother in the crowd and you just knew he’d have an opinion on your feelings for Marcus Moreno and you just didn’t want to hear it.
Wearing a suit and tie was really nothing new but wearing it that evening made Marcus super uncomfortable. Not that the women who were flocked to him would have complained. A few of them tried chatting him up casually but there were a few making comments about what their ideal date night would consist of. One of them even tried slipping him actual cash to try to rig the auction.
Marcus shook his head with a forced polite smile as he got more uncomfortable until his gaze looked out and found you. “Ladies, I have to go do my part in helping set up,” he explained with a slight lie as he gently pushed through them and walked over to you. His smile changed from forced to nervous as he approached you and leaned in to speak to you.
“What else is left to set up? Please tell me there’s something so I can keep myself busy,” he added with a soft chuckle as his eyes did a very quick, brief scan over your scan to take in your outfit. “You look beautiful by the way,” he commented quietly as he attempted a smile at you.
At his compliment you couldn’t help the heat that rushed to your face. You didn’t feel beautiful most of the time. Cute, sure. But beautiful? No. But, if Marcus Moreno was saying it maybe you needed to believe it. You shook off the exhilaration of the moment to focus on what he was asking. “Ummm, do you want to add the raspberry sorbet to the punch?”
The two of you walked to the end of the table where several pints of fruit-flavored frozen goodness had been softening and you handed him an ice cream scoop with a smile, “Thank you.” You giggled before adding quietly, “You look really good yourself. I’m sure you’ll bring in a lot of money.” You were surprised when Marcus blushed. A little thrill shocked your spine realizing you were the cause.
Missy cleared her throat getting the attention of you and her father, “We’re done getting all the coats hung up. We were wondering if we could get some snacks?” Marcus looked at you for the answer since you were the one in charge for this event. Nodding, you said, “You guys have done more than enough. You’ve earned a break.”
As she walked away, Marcus leaned closer, asking, “Are you going to bid on me?” His smile nearly melted you.
With a nervous laugh, you replied, “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” Marcus’ brows knit together in a frown as he scooped some of the sorbet into the punch bowl, watching it fizz as the softened dessert melted more into the liquid.
“Why’s that?” he asked, trying to conceal the slight disappointment in his voice. He was excited to participate in something that would help raise money for Missy and her friends and the school but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t see this as an opportunity to finally have you on a date night with him.
Just then, a clearing of a throat and a slap to Marcus’ shoulder caused both of your attention to break from one another. “Well, well, well,” Miracle Guy’s voice broke your concentration on Marcus and caused you to turn to look at him. You forced a smile as the blond male continued talking, “Looks like we’ll be in some pretty heavy competition tonight huh Marcus?”
The question seemed playful in nature but Marcus, and you, knew better. Any chance that Steven could show up Marcus, he would absolutely try to. You shook your head slightly and went to the other end of the table, suddenly feeling tension in your shoulders.
You absent-mindedly straightened a stack of napkins that were already pristine and watched as the two men finished their conversation. Was it too much to hope Steven wouldn’t press the subject with you? You watched as Marcus handled the other Heroic smoothly, then Miracle Guy, also known as your older brother Steven, approached you. Again, you molded a wobbly smile onto your face.
“How’ve you been?” The question was ignored as Steve glanced around before casting his imperious gaze on you.
“So, are you and Marcus Moreno going out now?” He said the other man’s name through clenched teeth.
With a shrug you replied, “No. What gave you that idea? Why would you think that?” Inwardly you cringed. You were never very good at hiding your feelings.
Steven picked up a small plate and helped himself to a couple slices of cheese, “I overheard the kids talking. Wheels seemed to think you were interested.” He popped some gouda into his mouth and then, “I just don’t want you to get hurt… and getting your hopes up that a Heroic like Marcus would… well, I’m just worried he’ll get bored, that’s all. I’m looking out for you.”
You scoffed. The way your fists clenched around the napkin you were currently holding, crumpling it should have been a sign that you wanted to punch your brother for being so rude. The guy hadn’t even had a serious relationship and yet he still managed to have a son by a woman he so-called loved. What did he know about love or relationships or even what it was like to be with you in a relationship? He had no right.
His name was called across the room and he gave you a pitiful smile. Your nostrils flared, trying to calm yourself before Miranda came up to remind you that it was just about time to start. You nodded, thankful that she had broken your frustration towards your brother. You walked with her towards one of the front tables as she kept walking to get onto the stage and welcome everyone to the event.
Marcus had watched as you and Miracle Guy talked, narrowing his eyes when you clearly got agitated. But, then Miranda had interrupted and the blonde hero had walked toward the stage. He yearned to go to you and take your hand, to make sure you were okay, but the event was starting and he had to join the other Heroics at the table reserved for them.
Miranda introduced the emcee for the evening, a local newscaster, and joined you at your table while the rules of the date auction were explained. Reaching across the table, she grabbed an open bottle of red wine pouring two glasses, “You look like you could use a drink.” She knew your family history, since she’d been on the interview committee when you’d gotten hired and you appreciated her support now.
Taking the glass, you smiled, “I shouldn’t let him get to me. I’ll be fine.” You glanced over at the Heroics table and saw Marcus looking at you. He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile in return, your heart fluttering in your chest. Your attention was again diverted when you heard the emcee announcing that Miracle Guy had pulled in $870 for the school and then Marcus’ name was being announced. Your stomach turned while the women around you all cheered wildly. You felt jealous of whoever won this date and watched Marcus walk up to the stage.
Marcus fiddled with his tie as he made his way onto the stage. His face felt hot even before he stepped under the hot stage lights. The cheering and hollering didn’t quiet down until the emcee shushed the crowd at least four more times. Marcus was smiling but he felt his palms get a bit sweaty. For a man who was constantly in the news saving the world, being in front of a crowd to be auctioned off for a date seemed to make him nervous.
His eyes squinted as he adjusted to the light and when he scanned the room, his eyes landed on you for a long moment. His breath caught in his throat, secretly hoping that you would bet on a date with him. Everything in his mind was trying to telepathically tell you to bid.
The emcee barely got his words out to start the bidding before the first few hands rose up, shouting $100, then $150 and $200 in rapid succession. There was a murmur of giggles and whistles as the emcee shouted out the bid numbers and kept trying to explain what a date night with Marcus would entail.
Your eyes couldn’t leave Marcus even after he had caught your gaze a few times. Your heart was hammering as you thought about the real possibility of someone else going on a date with him. The bids had gotten up to $700 and it was down to two people. Both of the women in question had been acting especially thirsty when talking to Marcus earlier.
Throwing caution to the wind, you raised your hand, “$750!” Every eye in the room seemed to turn in your direction with varying reactions. Miranda’s eyebrows shot up, but she grinned at you. The two other bidders glared in your direction. Your students all shared happy grins (especially Missy and Wheels). Steven looked disappointed and aggrieved. But, the only person who mattered to you in that moment was Marcus and he looked relieved and happy, a wide grin forming on his face.
There was some more bidding back and forth while you did math in your head trying to figure out how much you could actually afford. You really didn’t want to lose this. Finally, you bid $1390 and everyone in the room waited to see if either of the other two women would raise the stakes yet again. Finally, the emcee announced, “At $1390, the highest bid of the night so far, a date with Marcus Moreno to the lady at Table 4!”
Breathlessly you leaned back in your seat then gasped, “Oh my God… what did I do?” Marcus was just as breathless as he heard the applause and watched your face as he finally stepped down from the stage.
As he approached your table all eyes were on him and subsequently, you. He stood in front of you, towering over your sitting frame and you audibly gulped at the impressive broadness of him. "So a date it is," he said quietly as he sat down in the chair next to you.
His heart was hammering as he placed his hand over yours and patted it gently before looking back to the stage to see Mrs. Vox coming onto the stage to be bid on.
Off to the side, Steven was furrowing his brow at you and Marcus, trying to see if he could study what your lips were saying to each other. His nostrils flared slightly as seeing how relaxed and comfortable Marcus was around you. Almost as if you had been together already.
You could feel your brother’s eyes on you, and you were sure he suspected you’d lied to him about your relationship with Marcus earlier, but you ignored his glares. You had bigger things to worry about right now. Like the fact that you’d just paid an overwhelming amount of money to go on a date with the parent of one of your students. You’d never crossed the line like that before and the fact that you’d done it this time had you reeling.
Not to mention the fact that he was a Heroic! Growing up powerless in a family full of superpowered people had always made you feel like an outsider in your own home. And they hadn’t done anything to dissuade you of that notion. If anything they’d made it worse, amplifying the sense of inadequacy you’d experienced.
Glancing over at Missy, who was trying to hide an enormous grin, you remembered the talk you’d had with Marcus at the Parent/Teacher Conference. She was, essentially in the same place you’d been back then. But, Marcus made her feel loved and accepted for who she was. As you moved your gaze away from your students your eyes met Steven’s and you gave him a determined tilt of your chin before turning back to Marcus.
Leaning forward you whispered, “I can’t wait.” Then kissed him on the cheek.
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home is where the heart is | j.h.
Summary: the heart wants what it wants, even if it’s over 700 miles away
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader
Song I listened to while writing: sofia by clairo
Author’s Note: this has been in the works for SO LONG, so I really hope that you like it! Reblog/like if you do! Sorry this is slightly late, I was drawing and forgot the time
Warnings: slightly spicy? mention of character death, cursing
Word Count: 4,8k
You looked out of the window as the cab driver cruised through Chicago. You just landed at O’Hare an hour ago and immediately hailed a cab to see your brother. It was hard to keep in touch with him living in Chicago and you in New York, but the two of you tried your best, especially in emergencies. Like this. The moment you heard about Anna’s death, you took the next flight out, barely having packed anything. Your brother needed you.
“Thanks!” you told the driver, handing him his money and grabbing your bag before you headed up to Kelly’s loft. Unlocking the door with your key, you felt an overwhelming sadness overtaking you, accompanied by cold and silence.
“Kelly…?” you called out softly, shutting the door behind you.
“In here.”
You followed his voice to what you guessed was the bedroom and there he was, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hey,” you said softly, dropping your bag and sitting down next to him. “I came as soon as I heard. I’m so sorry Kelly.” You wrapped your arms around him and he leaned into you, tears streaking his face.
For a while, you just held him, not knowing what to say. Oftentimes, grieving people didn’t want to hear empty apologies and ‘it’s going to get better’, they just needed someone to hold them.
“Thanks for coming. I know you’re really busy with work right now and I just… Thanks,” Kelly sniffed out and you held him tightly.
“Hey. No matter how much work I got, if you need me. I am here, Kels. You’re my brother.”
Kelly gave you a water smile and wiped his tears away. “Anna really would’ve liked you. I wish I had introduced you two instead of Benny.”
“Yeah, what were you thinking?” you teased and he let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Tell me about her.”
You and Kelly spent the next few hours talking, catching up. He told you about Anna and you told him about your job and how you wanted to work your way up. Kelly was in the middle of telling you the story of how he and Anna set out at 2 am to get a cheeseburger from Le Chevals, when your stomach growled loudly.
“I am so sorry,” you said and Kelly laughed. “I haven’t eaten since this morning.”
He frowned at you, pulling you up. “Jesus Y/N, you need to take care of yourself. Come on, let’s go get some food.”
“But only if we get deep dish pizza!”
“I wasn’t aware that you eat anything else.”
A couple of minutes later, you were at Sal’s pizza place, waiting for your order while scrolling through your phone, when someone called your name.
“Y/N?”
Looking up, you saw Jay Halstead walking towards you with a big smile.
“Detective Halstead, fancy seeing you here,” you said with a teasing tone in your voice and he wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug.
“Thought it was you. You didn’t tell me you were in town.”
Your smile dropped a bit, nodding. “Yeah, I am here for Kelly.”
“I heard. I am really sorry, Y/N,” Jay told you, squeezing your shoulder gently and you smiled at him.
“Thanks, Jay.”
The radio in Jay’s hand crackled to life and he stilled for a moment, before looking back at you. “Hey, I need to get back to the district, we’re on a case right now. But we should get a drink. How long you in town for?”
“I am not sure yet, but I will let you know,” you told him and he pointed at you.
“I will hold you to that,” he pressed a quick kiss on your cheek, before he rushed out the door, leaving you standing still on the spot, holding your cheek.
Did he just-?
“Order number 57!”
Quickly, you shook out your head and walked to the counter to pick up your order, before going outside, where headlights immediately blinded your eyes. Squinting them, you walked closer to the car and got in.
“Did you have to blind me with the headlights?” you asked your brother, buckling up as he started the drive home.
Kelly chuckled. “Do you want me to honk next time?”
“Forget it,” you snorted, shaking your head. You drove in silence for a while before you spoke up again, hesitantly. “So… I ran into Jay.”
“Oh, you did huh?” Kelly asked, a smirk on his face and you punched his shoulder.
“Shut up! I am never telling you anything ever again.”
Kelly snorted, rolling his eyes at you. “Don’t be so dramatic. Besides, you didn’t have to tell me anything. You always have the same look on your face after you’ve run into Jay.”
Jay and you had a… Complicated history, if one would put a name to it. You met two years ago, at an unofficial first responders picnic that Antonio and Gabby planned. It was just a coincidence that you were in Chicago that week and Kelly brought you along. There you had bumped into Jay and immediately took a liking to him. I mean, he was part of a highly respected police unit and basically the definition of tall, dark and handsome, what was not to like?
Jay asked you out on a date and you basically spent the rest of your time with him, but your stay in Chicago eventually came to an end. You were adults and you knew that long distance relationships were destined to fail, so you parted as friends. But every time you found your way to Chicago, you also somehow found your way back to Jay, which probably wasn’t the smartest idea.
Except for the last time you’ve seen him.
Last you’ve heard, Jay and Erin started dating and you took that as a sign from the universe, telling you that you and Jay weren’t meant to be. While it still hurt to catch his eyes across the bar during nights out with everyone, you knew this was for the best. For both of you.
Jay got to be happy with someone who doesn’t live in another city and you were forced to move on. The goodbye didn’t hurt as much that time, so you knew it was the right choice, because all the other times made you feel like you’ve left your heart in Chicago.
While it was easy to forget about Jay in New York, it was that much harder every time you visited Kelly. Back here, everything reminded you of Jay.
The park where he used to take you for picnics; the italian restaurant where you had your first date; the entrance of the hotel where he kissed you for the first time. It was like you couldn’t erase him out of your head. Sure, it helped knowing that Jay was in a happy relationship with someone else, but it still hurt. Now, you felt confident enough to start being friends with him again.
Or so you thought.
A couple of days later and Kelly was doing better. You did a lot of home cooking, like this night and then the two of you lounged on the couch with the tv running in the background when your phone rang. One look at the screen had Kelly wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“Jay?”
“Hi Y/N. Can you talk?”
Rolling your eyes at him, you got up and walked to the window, holding your phone to your ear.
“Yeah, hey. I can talk. What’s up?”
“My case is over. Do you want to go grab that drink right now?”
“A drink? Right now? I don’t know Jay. I came here to take care of my brother and-” You frowned, looking at Kelly who nodded vigorously, giving you a double thumbs up.
“Go! I’ll be fine!” he whisper-yelled and you rolled your eyes at him, turning away.
“Actually, yeah. I am down. Meet me at Molly’s in ten?”
“Yep. See you in ten.”
You hung up the phone and glared at Kelly, picking up a pillow to throw it at him. He ducked with a laugh. “What? I was wingmanning you!”
“You weren’t doing shit. Stop laughing at me and call me a cab!” You grumbled, walking towards the guest bedroom. Still hearing Kelly’s laughter from the living room, you rummaged through your bag. While you were still annoyed at him for laughing at you, you were glad that he was feeling better.
But right now, you had to focus on making yourself look better. So you tamed your messy hair, picked out a nice sweater and put some make-up on. You then stumbled out of the room, while simultaneously trying to put on your boots.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Kelly called over his shoulder before you left, but you only yelled an “I love you!” back. You got in the cab that was already waiting by the curb and after a quick drive, you got out at Molly’s. Judging from the loud voices coming from inside, which only amplified when you opened the door, it was pretty full, though you immediately spotted Jay when you walked in.
He was waiting with two drinks by a corner table, raising his hand with an easy smile when he saw you. He got up from his bar stool to give you a hug and you relished being in his arms again, before you pulled away.
“It’s good to see you,” he told you, sitting down across from you. “Do you still drink vodka cranberries?” Jay asked and slid one of the glasses in front of him towards you.
You gave him a suspicious look and wrapped your hands around the cold glass. “Are you planning on getting me drunk, Jay?”
“What? I wouldn’t do that.”
Jay grinned at you and clinked his beer bottle against your glass. “So,” he said after taking a sip from his beer. “How have you been?”
“You know me. Same old, same old.”
If you were honest, being an event manager wasn’t even half as exciting as Kelly or Jay’s job, but you loved it nonetheless. And the business was booming in New York. Your agency is getting calls everyday, which is to be expected in a city that never sleeps.
“So I managed to get a deal with the brother and in the end everyone was happy,” you concluded, drinking your vodka cranberry.
“Huh. That reminded me of a hostage situation we had a couple of weeks ago.”
You cracked a laugh and shook your head at him. “Don’t be silly. Now, how have you been?” you asked, biting your lip as you paused. This was the question you dreaded to ask. To hear about how happy he was with someone else. But you wanted him to be happy. And you were an adult. So you asked.
“How’s Erin?”
“We broke up,” Jay blurted out, as if he had waited for that question. He flushed and cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, we broke up.”
Oh.
“Oh. I am sorry to hear that,” you said, genuinely. You liked Erin. She was tough, smart and incredibly beautiful. She was good for Jay.
He shook his head with a small smile. “Don’t be. We parted as friends. It was better that way, trust me… What about you? Is there anyone in your life?”
“No, not really. Between work and constantly trying to get to Chicago it’s hard to find someone who can keep up with my life, you know?” You knew who that someone was, who you wanted it to be. But how realistic was that?
You and Jay were so deep into your conversation, that you didn’t even notice the bar empty out and late it had gotten, until you glanced at your watch, your eyes widening. Looking around, you saw that there were only four people left in the bar, including you and Jay.
“It’s pretty late, huh?” Jay commented and you nodded, pursing your lips.
“It is. I should go home.”
“Or,” Jay cut in, reaching out to take your hand as if he was scared you’d jump up and leave. “You could come back to my place? Maybe get a coffee?”
It was nearing one in the morning, Jay wasn’t being smooth by inviting you over for a coffee.
Jay knew he wasn’t talking about coffee.
You knew he wasn’t talking about coffee.
Hell, the homeless guy across the street knew he wasn’t talking about coffee.
And you promised yourself you wouldn’t let this happen again, because it was only going to hurt when you left. But yet-
“Yeah, a cup of coffee wouldn’t hurt.”
So the two of you more or less stumbled out of the bar and hailed a cab to Jay’s place. The drive there was laced with anticipation as you sat close to each other, talking with low voices. When you finally reached Jay’s apartment building, he tipped the cab driver generously and with an arm wrapped around your waist, Jay led you up to his apartment.
You haven’t been to this one yet, so naturally you looked around curiously after he’s unlocked the door, letting your jacket drop from your shoulders. It was painfully obvious that Jay had decorated it by himself, but it was still homey.
“So, where do you keep-” you asked, turning around to face him but Jay swiftly backed you up against the wall, caging you in with his (muscular!) arms. He was so close, you could feel his breath fanning against your cheeks and you gulped, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” he said lowly before he dipped his head down to press a searing kiss on your lips. And now you remembered why you always went back to Jay even though you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t.
The way he kissed you, touched you. It always made you feel like you’re the only girl in the world. You sighed softly against his lips and kissed him back, your arms winding around his neck. While you felt the anticipation drumming in his body by the quick beats of his heart, he didn’t show that during the kiss and instead took his sweet time reacquainting himself with your body. His hand slipped beneath your blouse, his fingers still cold from outside and you shivered, reflexively biting down on his lower lip a bit.
“Maybe a coffee wouldn’t be a bad idea right now,” you breathed out and he stilled, giving you a look.
“If you’re still thinking about coffee right now I am definitely doing something wrong.”
A smirk curled on your lips and you shrugged nonchalantly, playing with the hair in the nape of his neck. You knew you were playing with fire, but you weren’t going to back down now. Jay let out a deep chuckle, pulling his arms back.
“Guess I have to up my game, huh?” he hummed before he dropped down to his knees and from then on, coffee wasn’t on your mind once. It certainly was the next morning, though.
Pulling a face, you turned over in your bed when the sun almost blinded you, even through your closed lids. You paused when you were unable to turn over and it was then that you registered the strong hold around your waist. The thoughts in your head were whirring before last night came back to you and you silently groaned into your pillow, cursing your past self. You got weak.
You laid still, debating your options while at the same time relishing being held by Jay for the last time, because you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t get weak again. Sneaking out was off the table. Jay was a really light sleeper, due to his service in Afghanistan and you didn’t want to risk a confrontation right now. You knew your time to make a decision was over when Jay tightened his hold around your waist, groaning quietly.
“I can literally hear you thinking, Y/N,” he grumbled, his voice still raspy from sleep. “Can you maybe wait until like,” Jay lifted his head to glance at the clock, “After ten? I had an exhausting night.”
He let his head fall back on the pillow and you snorted only whacking his forehead playfully. “You’re an idiot.”
“You still love me,” Jay mused with a small smile as he glanced at you and your resolve wavered, almost wanting to give in and enjoy your time with Jay. You weren’t sure what to respond to that. At one point, you were sure that you were in love with Jay. But with the distance between New York and Chicago and his relationship with Erin, you weren’t sure where you stood with him.
Luckily, he himself saved you from having to come up with a reply when he rubbed his eyes. “We should get some food. I’ll grab us some coffee and breakfast from the cafe across the street, hm?”
“Yeah that sounds nice.”
“Awesome. You just stay in bed, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” Jay told you, getting out of bed to pull on some jeans and a sweater. He disappeared into the bathroom and you heard the toilet flushing, before the water ran.
“Are you sure?” you called out meekly, scanning the room for your clothes, which were scattered all throughout the bedroom. “Do you want me to come with you?”
Jay leaned his head out of the bathroom, the toothbrush still hanging from his lips. “No, it’s fine, I’ll be quick.” He disappeared back into the bathroom for a bit before he returned, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, which left a hint of mint.
“See you in a bit!” Jay called out before you heard the front door shut behind him.
It was now or never.
Half-heartedly, you got out of the bed and started picking your clothes up, putting everything on. You felt like an asshole leaving like this, but you knew if you stayed for breakfast, you wouldn’t be strong to leave. It had to be now. Leaving the bedroom, you grabbed your jacket off of the floor and your purse, which was laid across the couch. Slipping into your shoes and turning to the door, your heart felt heavy in your chest. Rubbing your eyes, you turned the doorknob and immediately bumped into Jay.
Fuck.
“Oh hey, I forgot my wallet,” Jay laughed, looking you up and down before his smile turned into a frown, his eyebrows furrowing. “Are you… Leaving?”
Your eyes were wide and you exhaled slowly, before nodding.
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?” you burst out, running your hand through your hair out of frustration. “Are you expecting me to just stay with you and act like everything’s fine just to pack up my stuff and leave for New York in a couple of days?”
“I- That’s better than just fucking leaving!”
“But I am always leaving, Jay!”
Tears sprang into your eyes and his eyes widened slightly.
“I am always fucking leaving and it hurts. I can’t keep doing this over and over again.”
“Then don’t leave!” Jay exclaimed. “Why don’t you stay in Chicago? Kelly is here, all your friends are here… I’m here.”
“So you expect me to uproot my whole life in New York and move here just because I love you?”
You reeled back at your sudden confession and your hand flew to your mouth, to prevent any more to come out.
Fuck, wait. I take that back!
Jay’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he looked speechless for a moment. “... You love me?”
Your thoughts were racing and this morning has already gone all kinds of wrong. “Just… Forget it,” you sniffed, pushing past him and walking off in quick strides, trying to block out his voice as he called for you.
After you’ve successfully hailed a cab back to Kelly’s place, your brother looked up at you with a grin on his face when you slid the door open, no doubt about to fire off a dumb joke how you’ve stayed, but his face immediately droppen when he took you in.
“Please, I don’t want to talk about it.”
Kelly nodded in understanding and you disappeared into the guest bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Even though it was barely noon, you felt drained and empty as if you had a long day of work behind you. With a deep sigh, you sat down on the edge of the bed and tugged your laptop close to you, determined to do what was best for you.
A short time later, you emerged from the bedroom with your suitcase in tow, your purse slung over your shoulder. Kelly gave you a sad smile when he saw you, putting the pieces together.
“You headed out?”
You gave a short nod, your shoulders slumped. “Yeah. I hope you’re okay with that. I know I am supposed to be here for you but-”
“No buts. You being here is supposed to be good for both of us,” Kelly interrupted you, jumping over his couch to grab you by the shoulders gently. “You already helped me a lot, Y/N. If you need to go home, then I will give you a ride to the airport.”
With a small smile, you gave Kelly a tight hug, though you weren’t sure if he was right. If you were going home. Or if you were leaving it. But being back in New York felt like a fresh start. You immediately threw yourself back to work, which took your mind off of things. Due to your personal days you took, you had to catch up with a lot of clients and while it was really stressful, it was welcomed. Coming home to an empty apartment every night kept ripping open wounds though and there was only one way to change that, though you weren’t sure if you were bold enough to do it. The countless phone calls from Jay you kept denying weren’t helping either. But you weren’t ready to talk to him. Not yet.
“Hi Mrs. Porter, it’s Y/N Y/L/N. I just received a call from Mangia NYC, and they unfortunately won’t be able to cater the event,” you spoke into the phone as you exited your office, phone in your hand, “However, Bartleby & Sage are free and they are willing to do it for half the price, do you want me to book them?”
You pressed the phone closer to your ear as the noise of the traffic almost drowned Mrs. Porter on the other line and you tried your best to focus on her voice. Even though you were already off the clock, you wanted to get a hold of Mrs. Porter first, before you could relax for the night. Rummaging in your bag for your tablet as Mrs. Porter agreed to your suggested caterer, you held the phone with your shoulder, dotting down the name of the caterer into the tablet.
“Okay, that’s great. Seems like everything is taken care off now and-” you nearly stumbled over your own feet when you saw Jay leaning against a street lamp a couple of feet away from you. His hands were in the pockets of his jackets and while New York wasn’t as cold as Chicago, it was still freezing so there was a small woolen hat atop of his head.
“Ms. Y/L/N, are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, sorry,” you quickly said, snapping out of it and reverting your focus back to Mrs. Porter. “Uhm. My colleague will go over everything again in the morning and then they’ll get back to you. Have a nice evening, bye.”
You hung up and peered over to Jay, cautiously walking over to him. It was weird to see him here, after your last encounter ended rather badly and you’ve dodged all of his phone calls.
“Hi Jay,” you greeted him carefully, giving him a small smile.
“Hey,” he hummed, half his face hidden by his jacket. “Can we talk?”
After a short pause, you nodded. “Yeah sure, let’s go back to my place.”
The walk to your apartment was quite tense, filled with awkward fillers and smalltalk. You sighed internally when you reached your apartment building and let Jay and yourself in, leading him to your apartment on the second floor. Taking your jacket off and putting your purse to its designated spot, you turned to Jay.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Water would be great, thanks,” he replied, looking around your apartment. It was his first time here and you left him to explore to grab two water bottles from the kitchen. Returning to the living room with two water bottles, you saw that Jay was looking at a framed picture of the two of you that was standing on a dresser. You probably should’ve put that away, but you didn’t have the heart to do it.
“Here’s your water,” you said awkwardly and Jay put down the frame quickly, accepting the water bottle.
“Thanks.”
Sitting down on the couch, while fingering the label of the water bottle you glanced at him, pressing your lips together. “When did you get in?”
“Just a couple of hours ago. I had a job interview and Kelly gave me the address of your office, so I swung by afterwards,” he told you and you nodded, before pausing when you processed the information.
“You had a job interview?”
Jay nodded and rubbed the back of his neck, before he took a seat on the couch next to you. He seemed nervous and you could see that he was trying to find the right words. Your heart was racing and you tried to calm down, to no avail.
“You were right. It wasn’t fair of me to assume that it would be easy for you to just move to Chicago,” he started, lowering his gaze. “I know that it must’ve been hard always coming and leaving, especially with Kelly and all of our friends. I haven’t been thinking about your life, your home, here in New York and that was selfish of me.”
“Jay-” you started, but he shook his head, holding a hand up.
“Please just let me finish?”
Holding your breath, you nodded, so he could continue.
“I’ve just been thinking of how you left me, and Kelly and how much easier things would be for us if you’d just stay in Chicago.”
Us?
“I think I was taking you for granted and I don’t want to do that anymore. Which is why I am transferring to the NYPD.”
Your eyes nearly bugged out of the sockets when you heard his words and you were speechless for a moment, not knowing where to start.
“You can’t transfer to the NYPD!” you protested. “Your life in Chicago is so good right now, you’re in the freaking Intelligence Unit, you yourself said that it was your dream job, why would you just give that up to be here with me?”
“Because you’re my future, Y/N,” Jay confessed quietly. “I love you.”
Blinking, it took you a moment to process this, before you lunged at him, hitting his chest with your fists.
“Y/N, what-?”
“I can’t believe you would do this!” you sniffed, leaning your forehead against his chest and his heart was beating just as fast as yours. “I can’t believe you’d leave Chicago for me. You love Chicago.”
Jay chuckled, wrapping his arms around after having dropped the water bottle on the couch. “I do. But I might love you a tad bit more.”
“Stop it,” you huffed, pushing at his chest. You sat up so you could level him with a glare. “I am not letting you do this. You’d regret it.”
“Y/N, I’ve been thinking a lot about this and I am sure that I want to do it.”
“What if I told you that my firm is looking to open a branch in Chicago and my boss wants me to take one of the leading positions?”
“I- what?” Jay looked at you in surprise, his mouth agape. “You’re moving to Chicago?”
You nodded with a smile and he let out a laugh, tackling you in a hug. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you. You should’ve told me!”
“You literally told me not to talk, Jay. I didn’t have a chance to tell you.”
Jay rolled his eyes at you fondly and held you close, pressing a kiss on your head. After a while of just holding each other, with everything finally falling into place, he spoke up again.
“So you’d need to find a place to live huh?”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you asking me to move in with you? You do realize we haven’t even been officially dating, right?”
“Okay, this?” Jay said, pointing between the two of you, “has been going on for the past four years and you know that.”
“Don’t be silly. Fine, I’ll think about it,” you conceded and he grinned at you, leaning in to give you a soft kiss.
“That’s all I ask.”
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Forest In Chains - Chapter 1
"500, 600, 700, 800, 900.." Garcello counts the cash in his hands after he was given the bag of money. After Tabi fell and didn’t get back up from the half-giant cutting loose and throwing him through the cage into the left most stands of the audience. After the red haze cleared. After basically running with fire and panicking the entire way. He still feels the burns and cuts on his arms, chest and face from Tabi's strikes. The bruising deciding to make itself known by the numbness hidden via his bangs on the left side of his face. The wounds just adding on in a pile especially when the reaper decided to stop fucking around and went all in... his body shivers as the pain compounds and the wind from the September season hits him while he sits on the bench waiting for the bus.
"You barely von that, child." a deep, voice spoke.
Garcello looks up and looks intrigued and surprised at who it belonged to.
"Ruv.." He noted looking up from his money and putting it away, quickly.
"You did not expect me?" He noted with a smirk,"Illegal fight, legal fight. I come to all, vatch them. Sarvente spoke of it being good move. I believe her."
The large Russian man walks over and sits down like a neighbor to Garcello on the bus stop. "But, I can go on many years speaking about her." Ruv noted,"Vhat about you, Young Smoke? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Garcello admits,"Just.. didn't expect to get cut and burned alive like I'm a fuckin piece of meat."
"Equalizers are not to be trifled vith. As gang or as fighters in vrestling circuit." Ruv chuckles,"Go to be undefeated, An equalizer gets sent, test you. It is cycle to see if you are actually good or you are veak bitch."
"Well, was i actually good?" Garcello laughs wryly,"Cause i feel like shit."
"No, you vere lucky, you use your strength. You are shit, but vorkable shit. Trainable." Ruv critiques as he takes out his vodka flask from his jacket. "So.. you're going to train me?" Garcello asked looking up as Ruv drinks. "Vin against Agoti or Vhitty." He directs looking to Garcello stoically,"Then I teach you. I vant to see if your are vorth time."Ruv takes another drink from his flask. Garcello takes out one of his cigarettes and lights it. A green light illuminates at the end as he inhales, steam and smoke coalesces and flares outward into a glowing green, mist smoke hybrid. "I see." He nods once,"And if I am worth your time?" "I train you.break you, see vhat you.. really are. Then ve progress from there." Ruv stated looking to Garcello with his lone, glossy eye. Almost seeming to look through Garcello and into him.Garcello shivers looking back. Friend? Enemy? "I see." He gets up as the bus is rolling up."Well for now.. I'm gonna get dinner and go home. Thanks for checking up on me." "Anytime. I do not like promising student, be jumped by Equalizer scum." Ruv chuckles with a grin. Garcello pales a bit, "Uh... what?" Ruv looks to the fellow titan with an incredulous stare,"You scraped out vin, but you also humiliated Tabi. Young Reaper vill vant revenge..." The Russian raises an eyebrow,"You did not expect that?" "But you beat some of the Equalizer's asses and you didn't get jumped!" Garcello points out as the whir of steam leaving the bus' brakes occurs and the door's open. "That is because of grace of God and grace of throwing truck across street." Ruv laughs wryly,"Now go, child. Before you are stuck here." Garcello waves Ruv off before getting on the bus and using his bus card. A satisfied beep of payment as he moves. Knowing the timer, he sits down quickly before the bus moves with a hiss of the breaks lifting from the ground and the bus hovers, flying down the roads and over ground locked travel.He looks out the window at the night sky and at the many lights below of Funk City. Advertisements, cars, city signs, street lights. Garcello lets his mind wander at the light pollution and the sound of hover cars flying by. Its mesmerizing. Watching everything just fly, zip, and zop by. Time could pass as the colors of the city and the energy takes him in. The concept when he was young had never gotten old or changed. The colors of the world, the lifeblood of the people moving, growing and just living. This is why he and his mother had migrated here. Such a decision had to be lived through not just decided on a whim. But this.. This wholesome peace and tranquility at this time. Away from the violence, the darkness and the weight of it all... Was a very big deciding factor. "One day... they will be able to feel this way.." Garcello resolves quietly as he looks down through the window to the city below. "Feel so.. free..." He coos starting to let the pain and tiredness get to him. Starting to fall asleep on the bus and get complacent in his space... until a growling, gurgling reminder makes itself painfully known in his core. The tender flesh of wounds on his abdomen only make it worse. His body went through hell.
It wants food, it needs it. He needs it. NOW. "First.... step... free myself." he grumbles softly as pain burns in his core and it forces him out of falling asleep and dragging on. Sitting up properly and starting to search for a close enough bus stop so he doesn't just add more suffering with a long as fuck walk that only lengthens the burning. Finding one, he pulls on the wire that signals the automated system to stop. The bus stops after a bit before landing with the soft 'woosh' of steam. Getting off the bus, he walks down the streets. Looking up to keep track of his own placement on the road, looking down to light a cigarette to ease some of the pain, looking back up now to search for those heavenly golden arches. After a minute, 6 cigarettes later.. the yellow and red light beams down upon his form. At this point, a soft, barely noticeable film of red covers everything and everyone that walks by and every sensation, smell and taste is heightened. Painfully so. "Finally..." he exhales, dry air hitting a watering, near drooling maw. He walks into the restaurant with a dragging motion of his feet. Garcello looms over to the counter with barely any real patience. People move away and those that don't, go quickly about their order then move. "Hi." he stated, "I would like.. the whole left menu. Twice. Add 6 McChicken meals. Super size it..." "I-is that-that all sir?" A timid female voice asked quietly. "Yes.." he confirms. Not really looking up. "It's going to be disc-discounted. Y-you don't mind right?" She asked.As she asks that, the red film sight as it was dies down a bit. Garcello looks up from the counter. There is only one person that ever asks about discounts in his mind. He looks at the attendant at the counter and sees the fuchsia and sky blue eyes looking up and right back at him from her gaunt, modest face and shivering, small frame. "Rebecca? What are you doin' here?!" He asked actually in shock. "Um.. well.." she shrugs,"I work here. Y/N got me the job, t-they're the manager." Garcello looks on in shock. He tilts his head back with an incredulous stare. Looking for you and seeing you wave a short, polite wave as you're working with the drive through attendants to ensure chaos is handled. Garcello looks back to Rebecca. "Don’t give me a discount girl just charge me normally. I'll treat ya." He says softly. "A-are you su-sure?" "Entirely." He nods handing over 80 dollars. "You were c-close but a bit over. Your price is 72 dollars and 12 cents." "I know." He nods,"Tips. Put the change in your pocket." Rebecca looks sheepish, looking down and shivering."B-but.." "Do it." He commands sternly. Rebecca takes the money, makes exact change and keeps it immediately. Every motion is fast and shaky like an unstable roller-coaster. "T-thanks..." she murmurs shyly poking her fingers together. "When are you two off?" He asked. "In.. 30 mins.." Rebecca looks up at Garcello. Her eyes narrow and she grimaces.."I'll get an ice baggy.. and. I'm going to be frank... I have questions. And if i have questions.. Y/N is going to want answers..." Garcello grinds his teeth,"Alright. I'll wait and we'll talk." Rebecca purses her lips then exhales,"Thank you." Garcello leaves from the counter and to one of the large benches at the furthest back of the restaurant and waits. Waiting, letting time pass as he patiently sits. His core burning with hunger and primal thoughts when the mental shock subsides. The herd is curious.. tell them. "I.. don’t want them in danger..." Lies are over... tell them something... they worry. They fear. "Garcello? Are you good?" You asked concerned, "Rebecca told me about.-" "The bruise on my face. I know." Garcello says as Rebecca comes over with the food trays. "Ice bag, 3 o clock?" Rebecca offers the baggie of ice. Garcello looks to it then takes the bag, wiggles up his cap and bangs, revealing the recently closed gashes, burns and cuts on his chin and face. Your eyes widen from the sight, brow furrowing in concern. "What h-happened?" Rebecca says before you do. You see Garcello is staring at the food, half listening. Mostly tired, dragging on fumes really. "No." You say then look to Garcello,"We talk. After you finish eating. Got it?" "Yes'm" Garcello nods once then finally let's his brain drop being alert.Rebecca looks to you with concern, she shakes more from anxiety. "Oh.. don't worry I know." Your reassure,"But overwhelming him is the last thing on my mind. I don't think this is a simple little 'fall' like last time anyway." "You want to h-hear it fro-from his mouth." You nod once and sit down before looking to Rebecca, she nods once with a small smile. "Both of us are signed out, we wont get in trouble with higher ups for over time."She confirms just before- CRUNCH! TEAAAR! SHHRRIIP! Garcello eats like they aren't there, there is no smacking noise. Just an absence of control from tiredness and physically going through hell. Hes going through hoops with food like a functioning sponge with water, trying to replenish what was forcefully squeezed out of him. Rebecca looks to you. "I.. haven't seen him like this.. or well this bad.. Do you think hes..." "I think so." you confirm," Maybe on drugs. But regardless of whatever it is... This cant be swept under the rug. Did you call Annie?" "I-I did." Rebecca nods,"She's coming as fast as possible. I warned her to not run red lights. I was promptly cursed out in German. I responded. She hung up knowing I was right." Garcello stops eating into his 6th McChicken. The man didn't unwrap the wrapper off, the whole ass sandwich is just getting murdered with his teeth. The devouring however stops short at the mention of Annie. With bloodshot eyes, he looks to Rebecca and you. "You.. are all going to be here?" he asked and you shake your head no. "No." You respond,"But. I'm happy you have a brain in there again. Because like it or not.. you're going to tell us what we need to know." Garcello pales in the face for a moment like he saw a ghost, his heart races in terror. His pupils contract as he knows hes cornered now. There is no wiggling out like before.
"We aren't g-going to hurt you, big guy." Rebecca coos softly. "I.. i know its jus'..." Garcello starts but its hard to put words together. "You know you can't bullshit us anymore." You finish looking at the man directly in his face. Garcello looks away looking down at the scraps of paper, unwrapped or just ripped apart making a mess on the table. "Yeah.. I cant." he confirms as Annie rampages in like a crashing tsunami and yells just as loud, scaring customers out of the restaurant. "NOW WHOMST THE FUCK JUMPED GARCELLO?! I'M ABOUT TO FUCKING BEAT THEIR SHIT IN!" Annie yells, her flesh is tinting blue from the glowing blue of her veins spidering from her skin. A sign of her stress before she drinks ‘the liquid’. "You bout to calm so i can explain." Garcello says strictly, unafraid as he’s been used to seeing the entity pour our from her veins and skin. He’s more than used to being attacked as he knows it doesn't like him. But for now it has no power here. Just like his other half. "Then talk." You egg on, as Annie takes a few breathes, grabs a chair and sits in it, the back of the chair acing the table."We're all listening." Garcello bites his lips. His S/O and his best friends, the core of the herd, his herd... now are looking at him like hes wounded. Doesn't help that he is on the outside and inside... ‘Now you gone and done it, Garcy.. but now.. what do you do now?’ He asks himself in his thoughts as he takes a deep breath in. Act as you are, You are alpha. Time to be a man.
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Listen and Wait
Word Count: 700
Pairings: Familial Moxiety, Familial Analogical, Logicality
Warning: Food mention, mention to Virgil’s father kind of sucking at being an actual parent
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Summary: It really is a wonder what Patton and Logan remember of what Virgil says.
(I finally wrote something, yay!! This is more content of the Midnight Stellar AU I have, where Logan and Patton own and run a late-night café! You don’t need the other stories that have been made for this AU but if you want to, they’re tagged under the tag “‘midnight stellar au”! Either way, enjoy!)
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Virgil barely even got through the door of Midnight Stellar before Patton passed him on his way, leaning over quickly to give him a kiss on his hair.
“Good evening Virgil, Logan’s just finished up a batch of peanut butter cookies and I’ll get you your hot chocolate in a minute, already have everything set out if you’ll give me a minute!” Patton called out, working to clear some tables.
With a raised eyebrow, Virgil went over to the counter and gave Logan a confused look.
“Hello Virgil, I take it you want your usual?” Logan asked him, transferring the aforementioned cookies from their spot on a couple of cooling racks.
“Yeah, uh, what’s up with...?” Virgil gestured vaguely to the two café owners.
“What? With us almost having your order ready?”
Virgil nodded, laughing to himself a little as Patton bounded over with a bright smile towards Virgil.
Patton gave a dramatic eye roll before giggling, clearly messing with him. “You just finished up your art history final and you mentioned last week about taking a nap before spending the night out of the house and heading over here! And you usually are here around 2:30 so we wanted to make sure to have things ready for you! Things are busy at the moment but if you want to talk, I’ll have everything settled in 10 minutes and then we can chat!”
After a moment of just staring at Patton, who seemed to be going on with business as normal despite what he just said, Virgil felt his cheeks heat up considerably and he burrowed into his hoodie a bit.
“Why do you remember that?” His tone definitely did not come out even there, not in the slightest.
Logan chuckled and slid Virgil a plate of cookies. “You are great company for us Virgil and we like hearing about you and your life, it’s a joy to talk to you. Naturally we want to support you where we can, considering your...” He cleared his throat, glancing to the side as he pushed up his glasses. “Lack of a decent example of a parental figure.”
“Geez, you really don’t have to, I’m fine by myself and all,” Virgil muttered. “Also can I get some cinnamon on it today Patton?” he added as a bit of an afterthought.
“Absolutely you can and you can handle yourself perfectly well as Logie and I are both aware-“ Patton started, finally setting Virgil’s drink in front of him. “But that doesn’t mean that we don’t want to give it to you anyways!”
Virgil snorted before shaking his head, sliding $20 over the counter. “Once again, you guys are more like my dads than my actual dad, might as well just call you it instead,” he joked.
Patton slide the money back over the counter before he looked across the room, vaulting over the counter, with slight protest from Logan on making sure he doesn’t get hurt. Patton ignores him though, going to clear off and wipe down another table. “I wouldn’t mind if that’s what you want, how about you Logie?” he said rather seriously.
Logan looked Virgil in the eye, giving him a solid gaze. “I would have no objections.”
Virgil turned even more red if it was possible and he buried his face in his hands. “You guyssssss!” he groaned out, only for the two men to laugh. “Thanks Dad,” he semi-sarcastically commented to Patton. He would never admit to the bubbly feeling he felt at it. Not when Logan was giving him a knowing smile anyways.
“Love you kiddo, you rock!” Patton hummed out.
“Mm...” Virgil hummed for a moment, looking to Logan. “I’ll come back to you, gotta think on a name.”
“Take your time, we’ve got all night Virgil,” Logan said with a soft smile, going to take care of another customer’s order as they walked up to the counter.
With that, Virgil went to go sit at his usual table, which he noticed was already set up for him. He really was happy to have them.
#sanders sides#parental moxiety#parental analogical#virgil sanders#patton sanders#logan sanders#background logicality#midnight stellar au#stan writing
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ElleWulfTaxidermy scammed me out of a $700 commission, along with who knows how many others. I don’t know if I’ll ever see my pelt again, but I’m posting it with the fear that she might sell it and to warn others in case she comes back.
I commissioned Elle back in April of 2020 for a custom soft mount. Her portfolio featured works like this:
For the first month, she was incredibly responsive and shared progress shots.
On June 10, she messaged me discussing “health complications” and that she would be working on the pelt when she visited her partner. She then updated me on July 13, saying, “Hi there! Just letting you know that I am recovering from some health issues and am taking a small break from work. Luckily your fox is almost done either way so she should be sent out soon after I’m back on my feet. Thanks!”
I responded with support and well wishes. She did not message me again until August 15, vaguely mentioning that she was “dealing with a relapse” of one of her illnesses. She posted this on Instagram on August 20th:
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General life update. I disappeared off of Instagram and Discord for about 2 months, and am back with some news and changes. Firstly, yes I’m okay. Being ill and disabled gets in the way often, and it decided to take it’s toll these past few months - so I was pretty much forced to put everything down and take a long break. Spent the time at my partner’s house (I’m still here for 2 days) and will continue working when I’m back in Alabama. Thank you so much to those who have been waiting for me, it’s well appreciated. I learned that while doing taxidermy gives me great joy, I simply cannot handle doing it as a job. The money, the timing, and every little thing makes my anxiety flare up to no end. And with my poor mental health, there’s no telling how long this would last. But I guess it has ended now. As of now, I am quitting. I am no longer doing commissions of any sort. This will force me to slow my own collection and personal pieces as well, but that is what’s best. I am obviously finishing up my current mounts, but after this I am done. I will only do this as a hobby until further notice. If people are curious for details, feel free to DM.
She did not message me personally, so the Instagram post is all I had. I gave her space to respond until I decided to message her at the end of August. Then, this is the only communication we had (posting as text for ease of viewing):
Aug 31, 2020 Me: I know things are a bit all over the place right now but if you have any idea of an ETA I would be very appreciative! Elle: Of course! I think a week or 2 at the most, honestly. Her face is done, so now that I’m back to work it won’t be long! I’ll send more updates as I go along. Sep 18, 2020 Me: Hey, any updates? I may have to move again soon and I’d really like to know. Thanks! Sep 20, 2020 Elle: That’s totally fine! I plan on getting all my commissions done by the end of the month + early October ^_^ Oct 6, 2020 Me: Hi! I just finished moving in. Any updates? Oct 16, 2020 Me: Please get back to me if you can. I’ve been getting worried about receiving her and want to know when I’m supposed to expect her. :(
After not hearing from her for a week after my last message, I filed a request with Etsy to investigate. Literally three minutes after the claim was filed, Elle messaged me.
Oct 21, 2020 3:52pm
Me:
Issue: I haven't received it Ideal resolution: Receive pelt + refund for any unfinished work I haven't heard anything from you in several weeks and am unsure what to do. I don't know what's going on and just want to talk about any potential solution we could reach. I'd rather have the pelt than a refund, she's very special and I've been waiting months to get her, but I need to know if getting her to me is an option at this point.
Oct 21, 2020 3:55pm
Elle: Hi there, I’m so so sorry. I just got out of the hospital a few days ago and was away from my phone. The situation was urgent and I was not able to reach out to clients. Your fox is still in my possession and will be finished. I know I have said this many times, yet a lot of personal factors have been implemented which has made work hard. Even with that said, the time it’s taken to get her finished is still not appropriate. But now that I’m out of the hospital, I’ll definitely keep at work. She’s very close to being finished - she only needs her legs
Me: I understand, but this isn't an issue spanning just a few days when my messages have been ignored for weeks and I'm not the only person who's been having similar issues, I can only assume the worst when I haven't been spoken to at all or given any updates in months. Either you can send her to me as-is without having to work on her more with a partial refund so it's over with and you don't have to work more, or we can figure out a day to have her done and shipped by and I can get picture updates because I'm just starting to worry and I don't think it's fair that I had to escalate to filing a case for you to message me at all to let me know anything about the situation.
Oct 25, 2020
Elle: I know. I really do apologize. I can send you images later this morning or afternoon - she’s here with me. Due to a lot of personal circumstances, doing any work at all has been hard. But that still doesn’t excuse the fact that I’ve been slacking with sending updates. I really am sorry about the situation. I’ve only now been able to work out the logistics of getting everything done and sent out. She’ll be finished soon, especially the fact that she only has to get a few little things done (paws and legs). Once again, I am majorly sorry. You can expect her to be shipped out relatively soon.
Oct 26, 2020
Me: I don't know what relatively soon means here, since it's been different every time and I don't want to keep waiting an indeterminate amount of time. I just want a hard date or to have her shipped out to me as-is. I was never sent any pictures, please do.
Oct 29, 2020
Me: If you’re planning on sending her as-is, I’ll give you my new address. If not, I’m requesting a refund.
Oct 30, 2020
Elle: I’ll have her shipped out within this or next week. I’ll get you some pictures tomorrow, as well. Once again, very sorry for the wait and service. She’ll be with you in no time.
She sent me pictures on October 31st, showing that she had not done any work on her since the very first pictures she sent me back at the beginning of May.
On November 6th, she told me that “due to an abundance of doctor appointments and health-related matters, it will take that extra time.”
I had been supportive and patient throughout this entire process. 2020 was a difficult year for everyone, and this is a commission I expected to take a while anyway. I am no stranger to disability or illness, physical or mental. I decided to pursue a refund with Etsy once the situation seemed beyond resolution, but since they cap their refunds at 100 days past the estimated shipping date, they were unable to provide me a refund for the near $700 I spent on this commission. Effectively, Elle had strung me along for so long without any indication of planning to send me this pelt finished or unfinished that I could no longer file for a refund with PayPal OR Etsy. This was our next correspondence:
Nov 7, 2020
Me: Don't work on her anymore and send her as-is. This is obviously something that has been causing issues for months without any communication and I have no other frame of reference except promises falling through. I'm requesting a partial refund for unfinished work and asking that you please do not keep working on her. I just want to have the pelt at this point and to have some of my money back after waiting for so long for something that I can't even guarantee will be in my hands because I don't know if I can trust you. I can't even escalate to Etsy directly because it has been over 100 days, they don't help with orders past then, and at this point literally all I can do is beg you to respond to any of my prior requests that you haven't responded to other than with vague promises. Please send her as-is and work out with me what percentage is unfinished so that we can close this.
Nov 9, 2020
Elle: Okay. We can definitely do that. I am so sorry that this has turned out the way it has. Tomorrow I will do calculations on the refund amount. Once again, my most sincere apologies.
Me: Thank you!
Nov 14, 2020
Me: Any updates?
Nov 16, 2020
Me: Please get back to me. Once again I have no idea what's going on.
Elle: Hey there. I’m still working on calculation and amounts - due to the hospital fees I’m having to see the most efficient way of providing the refund. I’m going to give you money back for perhaps 2/3 of the labor (as I only had the head done) and I need to figure out amounts for shipping and such.
I then did not hear back from her for a week.
Nov 23, 2020
Me: I'm going to need the projection for the refund within 48 hours, or I'm going to have no choice at this point but to contest the charge with my bank.
My bank refused to issue a refund because the payment was through PayPal and not my actual debit card. She never responded to my message at the end of November, and I received no correspondence from her until Christmas Eve. While Etsy refused to issue me a refund, they locked her account as a seller so she could not sell the other listings she still had up until she resolved the issue with me. She sent me this. Dec 24, 2020
Elle: This is a copy + paste message. Each individual will be spoken to after this has been sent. Hi there. I wanted to greatly apologize for my disappearance and lack of communication for the past few months. It is completely inappropriate and uncalled for. I have been struggling with my health, and as of recently my conditions have gotten much worse. I am sending full refunds to everybody as I am no longer in working conditions. I am so terribly sorry. If it’s a commission, I will give you a full refund and the pelt (no matter how far in the mount is). If it’s a trade, I am sending your part back. Regardless, you are getting what you sent to me in the first place. After this has been sent, I will answer any questions and concerns + we will work out the ins and outs of getting you your money back. Once again - I am so sorry. I had no idea things would get to this point with my personal life.
Again, I understand the money issues and stress that comes with hospital bills and life in general. I was also terrified that if I did not compromise and tell her not to worry about the money, just give me the pelt, that I would never see my pelt again. I told her to ship me the pelt, and that I did not want money. I never heard from her again. The messages at the start of this post are the last things we ever talked about. All I want is to have my pelt back. I didn’t want to slander an up and coming taxidermist, to have to make a post like this. She has been vague, unresponsive, and has straight-up lied to me several times and taken advantage of my good faith until I could no longer pursue a refund. If anyone else has experience with Elle (it seems she has done this to several people, if her ‘copy paste’ message is any indication), or a way to contact her, please let me know.
#taxidermy#soft mount#fox taxidermy#taxidermy commission#buyer beware#ellewulftaxidermy#elle wulf#long post
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Okay kids, buckle up. I need money again (for the last time, pray god), but at least this time I have a fucking story to go with it.
Short version: My landlord is illegally trying to evict me and I just had to drop $60 on court costs to fight it. That's $60 that was going to pay for either my meds or the electric bill, take your pick. So I really need donations to get by for the next two weeks, after which I should be settling in at a much more mentally healthy job and in good shape. My Paypal is [email protected] and my Ko-fi is here. Thank you so much for anything you can contribute!
Long version:
So the last three months I've been off work due to a mental health breakdown. July and August, I haven't been able to pay my rent. I applied for rent assistance right away in late June, and emailed my landlord's office all the paperwork for both the rent assistance and the CDC Declaration of eligibility for the Eviction Moratorium -- the thing where if you're poor enough you can't get evicted during the pandemic because you would have to go to a shelter or a crowded living situation and be at risk for the Covid.
Middle of July, I received a *backdated* notice that if I didn't provide proof of rent assistance application, I was going to be filed against for eviction. Okay, there's a new property manager, maybe the filing got mixed up, so I go down and re-email all the paperwork and make sure the property manager sees it arrive in the email.
Beginning of August, I get a notice from the rent assistance people that the CDC has extended the moratorium for places in a high surge status, which I am in one, so I fill out and forward the newest eviction protection form which should cover me till October 3, and go down to speak to the property manager about it, when again I am assured that everything is on file.
Middle of August, two months after filing my request for rent assistance, I finally hear from a caseworker who says "send me your paperwork". I jubilantly send all the paperwork, go down to give my property manager the good news, and also -- see, I don't have a lease for September yet. I was offered one back in July, but I didn't want to sign anything until I knew what my situation was going to be with regard to rent assistance and paydays. So I brought down the paper that said "yes I am signing here to officially agree to the new lease you offered, please print the new lease so I can sign it officially", and handed it to the property manager as well.
Now, I have about $700 of late fees for July and August. This is legal under the eviction moratorium and I have understood from the beginning that I would have to pay them. My first paycheck back to work comes in this Friday, and when I went to request the new lease I had planned to discuss a payment arrangement as well, figuring I could pay about $600 on Friday and the rest in two weeks, based on my projected paycheck.
("Taught myself payroll tax law in order to predict my paychecks" should definitely be on my resume somewhere. I just haven't figured out where.)
But, dear readers, when I went down to drop off the form, there was some other client or resident in the office, so I didn't get to discuss a payment arrangement. No big deal, I figured. I'd discuss it when I heard that my lease was ready to sign.
Instead, last Tuesday, I was woken up at nine sharp by a process server with an eviction summons for me. Thank fuck, I've spent the last two weeks having a technical issue at work that's kept me getting paid but off the phones, because I was in no state to talk to people that day. Eventually I pulled myself together, broke out the legalese close-reading skills, and discovered that the summons includes one particular line item which (I hope and pray) indicates They Done Fucked Up.
This summons, ladies and gentlethem, includes the line item "The Plaintiff has not received an executed copy of the Declaration form as of the date of this filing pursuant to the CDC Order dated September 1, 2020."
Well, gentle readers, I was and am *pissed off*. I keep providing documentation to these fuckers and they keep misplacing it, and now they're getting me involved with The Legal System. I *hate* being anywhere near the legal system. I have massive PTSD triggers from being raised by an evil ADA. But by god, I speak legalese as my first language, and I am not going down without a fight.
So, not being able to get in touch with anyone to provide legal aid or assistance, I spent last Thursday trundling around downtown in decaying shoes and 105° heat, getting court paperwork printed and duplicated and filed and mailed. I dropped about $60 I hadn't planned to spend on court filing fees and certified mail costs and the actual baseline printing costs of all the documentation I needed to provide.
I did get two pieces of good luck that day. One, I finally heard back from my case manager saying that the rent assistance money for my landlord only has to go through one more person who will double-check the numbers. It's supposed to get final approval sometime early this week.
Two, I got a job promotion I've been working toward for years. Well, side-motion, it doesn't come with a raise, but I already make $16+ an hour, over twice our federal minimum wage. What it does come with is, except in rare cases I never talk to callers, I just answer them in written messages. This should hopefully be a perfect job for me, and allow me to work a solid 40 hours a week and earn plenty of money.
The catch is... it's work-at-home only. If I get evicted and can't make it to training on Monday week, I'm fucked.
So. My eviction hearing is tomorrow. If and when the judge is like "okay if we let you sign a new 12-month lease and stay in your apartment, what is your repayment plan on your late fees", I plan to be like "Your Honor, I have a payday on Friday and I am prepared to provide the court a money order for the full $700 of late fees on that date which will bring me fully up to date".
I'll do it, too. The catch is, that'll leave me with something like $200 in the bank for the next two weeks, and I calculate I need about $100 for groceries, $80 for meds, $50 for electric, and $80 for the cell phone bill over that time period. These numbers don't add up. :P
Soooo, yeah. I'm having to spend about $160 I can't afford because my damn property manager is an idiot and can't fucking print and file my fucking legal declaration. I really hope the court throws the book at the corporation and nails them with those "up to $200,000 fines" for breaking the CDC moratorium, although I am dubious because courts like corporations much more than they like stout genderqueer individuals without legal representation, however white and erudite.
But mostly, I really hope I can stay in my apartment and also afford my meds for the next two weeks. My Paypal is [email protected] and my Ko-fi is here. If you can spare *anything*, even a dollar or three, it would help so much.
God, I'm so sick of having to beg for help every few weeks. I just really hope nothing else blows up in my face... :-(
#i am really struggling today (sunday) because i can't do anything but wait#begging post#help me o internets
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Pairing: AU!Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader
Summary: After looking for months for a job position you finally get an opportunity at a big company. Being the assistant of the angriest person was going to be a lot harder than you thought it would be.
A|N: I can’t believe you guys managed to get my series list to 1k+ notes! That’s insane thank you for sharing my series it means the world <3 <3 We are also close to 700 followers as well! I love you guys thank you so much!!
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Beads of sweat kept running down the sides of your forehead. It was impossible to keep going, you knew your body would end up giving out any second.
“I-I...” you huffed out as your calves were getting ready to give out at any second. “I-I can’t! Tenya!... Y-you’re going too...d-damn fast!”
The blue-haired man turned around and stopped, taking a good look at you he realized you weren’t lying. Iida moved his glasses up the bridge of his nose into a comfortable adjustment. “Alright.” he said, “Let’s stop here and walk back home.”
“T-thank you!” you mumbled and collapsed on to the ground panting heavily. As much as you tried to breathe properly it was impossible getting enough air in.
“I get that I didn’t run for almost three weeks....b-but was it necessary to get up at 6 in the morning?” you questioned looking at him.
“You were the one who said you wanted to get back to running.” he answered, “I won’t be able to do it later since one of my patients is having surgery today...”
“Right...little Yui.” you said “H-How is she doing?” you grabbed your filled water bottle and began to drink sighing as you felt the cold water running down your throat.
“Yui is doing better, we hope this surgery will be the last. After all, she’s barely a kid, and getting these many procedures is too dangerous for her body to handle.”
You smiled softly looking at him “Don’t worry. She’s in good hands, Yui is being treated by the greatest Surgeon in the world!”
He smiled small “Thank you Y/n. Are you ready to head back? We have an hour until we have to go back to work.”
“Yes, I’m ready to go home and get myself cleaned. I need to ASAP since today there’s a lot to do,” you added.
“When aren’t you not busy?” he joked.
“Stuff that happens when you become an assistant I guess.” you shrugged “I’m stopping by after work to bring you dinner though.”
“I can’t wait to look forward to it then.” he chuckled.
After an hour and a half, you’d finally made it to the company on time with fifteen minutes to spare. You checked in at the front desk, quickly making your way over to the cafeteria to pick up Midoriya’s coffee for the morning.
“Busy morning?” Sara asked as she handed you the fresh cup of coffee along with a treat.
“A little you could say that.” you answered chuckling and gave her the money, “I’ll see you at lunch!”
She waved goodbye only shaking her head, smiling at your silliness. You checked the time seeing you had five minutes left. You headed to his office and began sorting everything out for the day. The coffee was neatly placed on his desk, the papers that were scattered across were put back into the same file.
The phone then rang, you quickly went over and picked it up. “Midoriya’s office, [name] [last name] speaking,” you spoke grabbing your notepad and pen ready to write a message down.
“Hello this is Hassaku Daisuke from Iwate school of Engineering.” he said, “Is Mr. Midoriya there by any chance?”
“I apologize but he hasn’t arrived yet. Would you like to leave a message?” you asked.
“Please tell him to call me back as soon as possible. I’d like to speak to him about something important. I’ll leave you my number so he can contact me.” he said.
You then agreed and wrote down the phone number making sure it was correct. Afterward, you bid him goodbye and hung up, you placed the sticky note on your desk where it won’t get lost.
“Hey.” someone spoke, you turned around and saw Bakugo standing there by the door.
Your cheeks turned a light pink “H-hey...Bakugo.” you softly smiled “Midoriya hasn’t arrived yet if you were looking for him.”
“Actually... I came to see you.” he rubbed the back of his neck feeling nervous to look at you. “I wasn’t sure if you had anything to eat yet...” he then moved his arm forward to show you two plastic food trays. “Are...you hungry?”
It was hard to contain the smile that was spreading widely by the second. Trying to keep yourself calmed down you nodded shyly, “I-I am...I was about to get something to eat.”
Bakugo smirked, “It’s a good thing I showed up first then.”
‘The way he dressed today makes it hard to look away, I can’t believe he brought me food.’ you thought ‘Maybe...he’s changing...’
“What?” he asked, “Is something wrong?”
“Oh no!” you raised your hands while shaking your head, you chuckled lightly “Sorry...let’s eat before the food gets cold.”
A small smile formed on his lips, his heart was racing and smirk was impossible to hide. You opened your plate to see Tamagoyaki on top of a bed of rice and a side of miso soup with some slices of salmon as well. The steam hit your nostrils making your stomach grumble. you didn’t realize how hungry you were.
“This...looks delicious. Thank you for the food Bakugo.” you said, “They’re all my favorite foods.”
He nodded “You should start eating...or else...you’ll pass out throughout the day.”
Sitting down next to each other you tried your best to calm your beating heart.
"Have you spoken to Mina?" he asked.
"No not after the conversation we had. Denki and her have been busy these days." you answered, "I'm surprised she hasn't messaged me she usually does."
"As long as she hasn't told you anything embarrassing about me then I'm fine with that." he admitted "I can't believe she opened her mouth," he mumbled poking at his rice before grabbing it with his chopsticks.
"I mean...all in all I'm glad she told me what was going on." you confessed "It...well...- gives clarity on how things are now at least." you chuckled rubbing the back of your head. "That's a good thing no?..."
Bakugo nodded biting his inner lip "Yeah...just not the way I wanted you to find out."
"But it worked and I'm thankful she told me that night. It helped make things clearer for me now that I understand."
He placed his chopsticks down on the table and looked at you. "About Abigail..."
"You don't have to explain it to me." you said "I know you both have a past...and I'm not inclined to say anything when I don't know how it happened or how you're feeling. All I ask is...for you to be honest...as long as you're doing that then...that's all that matters."
"Mhmm." he sounded sure yet at the same time he was conflicted about how things will turn out.
You smiled brightly and then dig into every piece of food in front of you. It was truly heaven how all the flavors came together so well. “I know that Kaminari and Todoroki are into business as well...but what about Iida?” Bakugo asked.
“Iida chose a different profession he was set on going into business with Todoroki then he had a troubling moment in his life and decided to pursue into being a doctor,” you answered. “He’s a great surgeon, after studying for 12 years he was able to finally be part of a hospital and is now doing surgery for almost 2 years.”
“That’s...a lot.” he said, “I’m surprised he never gave into to changing is occupation.”
“He did actually, a few times. Some of the professors weren’t all that understanding, they were tough which brought his confidence down. Still, he never gave up even when it was impossible to pass at times.” you smiled small “I admire him...he’s been so strong, sometimes I wished I had his dedication.”
Bakugo placed his chopsticks down and turned to look at you. “I know I was a dickhead...and you wanted to quit. But I think you have a lot more guts coming back here despite all the bullshit I threw at you. You’re definitively strong and not weak for wanting to leave. I was at fault for that. You are doing fine now, even if another problem happens you know not to back down. That’s what you’ve always shown.”
“It wasn’t easy...still isn’t actually.” you admitted “A lot of people still believe that I was the one who screwed up on the project.
“Fuck them.” he abruptly said.
You were taken back by his use of words knowing these were his employees he was talking about. “I-I know they were talking bad but I don’t it’s necessary to talk like that-”
He then cut you off “-it doesn’t matter if they’re my employees or not. They’re talking crap without even knowing shit in the first place. It’s not acceptable, I’m not going to defend them if they’re acting like a bunch of high school punks. This isn’t a playground anymore, if they’re brave enough to talk crap behind your back then they’re too weak to tell you upfront.”
As much as you tried being the good person you knew deep down he was right. People like that shouldn’t be respected, it’s not okay to start rumors where you’re supposed to be professional.
“I hate to say that...it’s the way to go but in the end...” you sighed “You’re right Bakugo. Sometimes it's impossible to change their mind no matter how hard you try.” you played with your fingers looking down at your lap as flashbacks began to come back.
There was a change in the mood, Bakugo noticed it right away. Something was hurting you, yet it wasn’t his place to ask you about the problem not when it was troubling you so much. He moved his chair closer to you and held your hand.
Without any warning or signs, he was holding it protectively. You couldn’t talk, there was something about him that made it impossible to speak. He looked at you in the eyes. With his look he saying so much to you even if it seemed like he wasn’t.
“It’s fine.” he softly spoke.
Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest. You couldn’t look away from his red orbs. “Please don’t let me fall.” you suddenly spoke not realizing what was coming out of your mouth.
“Never.”
Your lips curved into a small smile hearing his reply.
A knock then sounded at the door disrupting the moment between you two. “Ah! Here you are [last name].” Your friend and colleague, Nakano, spoke as she opened the door seeing you and Bakugo together.
“Nakano, hey is there something you need?” you asked.
“Mr. Midoriya is here he’s waiting for you in the conference room,” she said.
You looked at her confused, “In the conference room? Did he say what for?”
“All he mentioned was about it being important. He told me to take care of any calls that came in.” Nakano replied.
“Oh.” you said, “I see, thank you I’ll be right out then.”
She excused herself and closed the door. “You should get going it’s important you don’t want to keep him waiting,” Bakugo spoke.
“Right.” you slightly smiled, “Um...thank you for the breakfast. I’ll make sure to finish it later when I get back. I’m sorry I have to go.”
“It’s fine.” he replied “I need to talk to Kirishima about something. At least you have something in your stomach.”
“I’ll see you later then,” you said grabbing your phone and clipboard along with a few other important things. Bakugo gave you a nod, you turned back around to look at him again before closing the door.
Your heart was still beating when you left the room. You weren’t sure how to comprehend what happened in there. All you were sure about was how your chest tightened when he held your hand in yours.
‘Whatever happens...I don’t want to be afraid of going forward.’ you thought. Upon seeing the room you took a deep breath and calmed yourself down before walking down the stairs.
When you arrived in the lobby you saw someone standing in front of the main deck. “I need to speak to her please, if you tell her who I am I’m sure she’ll know who I am.” they impatiently spoke.
“I understand but she’s in a meeting right now with Mr. Midoriya. I can’t interrupt-”
“Suzuki, it’s okay,” you said walking over to the person who had their back turned towards you. “Is there something you need that’s important?”
The mysterious stranger then turned around, your legs took a step back not believing who it was. “W-what...are you doing here?” you questioned trying to keep your voice down.
“I need to talk to you.” they went to touch but you moved your back not wanting to be anywhere close to them. “Don’t...touch me...”
They sighed “You must come with me.”
“Why would I want to go anywhere with you, Reo?-”
“It’s your dad.” he answered, “He’s at the hospital.”
Your eyes blinked not comprehending what he had said “What?... Why did they call you to come? You have no business with them.”
“I was at work when your mother called me telling me about your dad. She didn’t have anyone else to call. She insisted that I’d come for you so you could go see him.” he explained.
“It doesn’t matter...there’s no reason for me to be near them...please leave,” you said swallowing the cries that wanted to erupt. “I don’t want to have to call security.”
“I understand that you don’t want to see me but they’re your parents first.” he said “The least you could do is push away that anger and go see them. I’m not sure how injured he is.” Reo then took out a card and wrote down the address of the hospital he was at. “If you change your mind this is where he is.”
The numbers were immediately recognizable to you “He’s in the hospital where Tenya is working at?”
He nodded “Tenya offered to look after him, I don’t know much about your dad’s details. I was at fault for all that happened don’t hold the grudge against them. You know how long it has been...don’t let more years pass by.”
Reo then left, Bakugo walked down the same stairs after seeing the mysterious man leave. “Is everything alright?” he spoke.
Your phone then vibrated, Tenya had sent you a message telling you about your dad’s condition. “Yeah...everything is fine,” you answered. “I should get going, Midoriya is probably waiting for me.”
“You don’t need to lie,” he said.
“I’ll talk to you later Bakugo.” you excused yourself and went to the conference room. He followed you and managed to stop you before entering the room. You were going to ask him to let you go but he spoke.
“I’ll tell Midoriya what happened. You should go to the hospital you have a job to be next to your father,” he said.
“And I have a job to do here as well, I can’t drop everything and go see them,” you added. “I’ll go once I’m done-”
“You can come back and do the work he told you to do. Right now something else is more important than attending a stupid meeting.”
‘He was right...why was he right?!’ you thought, struggling to find an answer to this whole mess. Sometimes you preferred to not have had parents, now when everything was set and done it’s like fate wanted to mess with you.
You relaxed your arm, “Fine...” you softly spoke, Bakugo then let go of your arm “I’ll go...I will be back in time before we all get together in the afternoon.”
“I’ll tell Midoriya and let him know you needed to get something done,” he said looking at you. “Call me if you need anything.”
“I will.” your eyes looked at the door and then left leaving Bakugo alone.
He opened the brown double door, inside he saw all sorts of people standing around. Some he knew while others were only strangers he didn’t care about. “Midoriya,” he called out.
The green-haired man then turned around to see his colleague standing there. “What is it Bakugo?” Midoriya asked.
“I need to talk to you about something.”
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charity date auction | f2l!jk | fluff, smut if you SQUINT
A/N day ___ of quarantine and i’m going insane
genre: fluff, crack, slight smut if you SQUINT
summary: Beta Tau Sigma was hosting their annual charity date auction for their philanthropy. In previous years, you just attended for fun and to see how many university girls were actually willing to spend their money just to go out on one date with one of the fraternity members. This year’s something different, especially when Jungkook’s on the lineup to get auctioned off.
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Your POV
Ah the spring semester. The time when most events and end-of-the-year festivities happen. It was your favorite time. And this was no exception.
“Hey y/n, don’t just stand there laughing, this is a serious meeting we’re having right now.” Hoseok complained pointing his finger at you accusingly as you tried to hide your chuckles in. You leaned against Jungkook’s side, crossing your arms as you responded, “First of all, oppa, I’m sitting. And I’m sorry! This is my favorite event of yours, watching the girls - and guys! - fight over you idiots and actually pay money just to spend time with you all! It’s a great time, ah if only my Sisters and I could do something as dumb as this.”
“Call us dumb all you want kiddo, it gets us over $2000 in philanthropy,” Namjoon shrugged giving you a lighthearted mocking face. You shut your mouth, a little pout remaining on your lips as you turned your attention back to the show that you and Jungkook were watching. He grinned and poked your head with one hand, his opposite arm easily going around and framing your shoulders. “what?”
“Nothing, you’re just funny. Hopefully you won’t make fun of me when I’m getting auctioned.”
“Wait, what?”
“I’m part of the lineup this year,” He said simply, scanning your face for a reaction. “That’s...okay right?”
You tried to hide your shock with a little smile, “N-no yeah that’s fine, I mean we’re not dating, Kook. You can do whatever you want,” Even as the words left your mouth, you felt your chest tightening in discomfort, finding it harder to smile genuinely at him. Jungkook mumbled a quiet ‘yeah’ and watched the show again, but the air surrounding you both suddenly turned awkward.
“Hey, with Kookie in the lineup this year, we might double profits!” Jimin said excitedly from the table where he sat with the rest of the boys. Taehyung nodded in agreement, “Even with Yoongi hyung out, Jungkook will probably get us at least $700,”
“You’re not doing the auction, Yoongi oppa?” You asked the older boy timidly. He looked at you with a soft smile, eyes reading your expression as if you were an open book. He shook his head, “No need to out of respect for my guy. We don’t do the auction if we’re in relationships.”
You nodded in acknowledgement, that made sense. Yoongi just started dating this guy a couple months ago and you’ve never see him happier ever since. You lingered on the last part of his comment, so...if you and Jungkook were dating, he wouldn’t be in the auction?
Ah but that was the thing though, you and him weren’t dating. It’s...complicated. You like Jungkook and he likes you back. That you both have established, hence the ease and touchiness that you and him already share. But after a drunk hookup with him and both of you struggling with the actual concept of settling down and commitment - even though that is basically what you both were doing already as of recent - it was just a friendship with a mutual romantic attraction that has no defined labels. Yet, neither of you seek anyone else and you both spend every waking day together when not in class or preoccupied with other activities.
“I uh, I need to go back to the house. I’ll see you guys tomorrow at the auction.” You said standing up rather abruptly, “I’m gonna get my bag from your room, Kook.”
He nodded and stood up soon after, heading towards the table where the rest of his brothers sat. Seokjin patted his back, “When are you and y/n going to make it official, huh?”
“It literally kills me watching you both,” Yoongi deadpanned in agreement. Jungkook sighed, running his hands through his hair as he leaned against the kitchen island. “I want to be with y/n, believe me. We’ve both talked about it too, I don’t know...just, commitment? We both got out of messy breakups and I don’t know if we’re ready for it yet.”
“Not ready? You two literally act like you’ve been dating for the past two months.” Jimin scoffed. Namjoon nodded, “Besides, she looked upset about the auction thing. You weren’t too keen on doing it either when we brought the event up at chapter.”
“I know,” Jungkook muttered, “give me a sec, hyungs. I’m gonna go talk to her before she leaves.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You pursed your lips as you packed up your books from Jungkook’s room. Why was this bothering you so much? Dumb question, you knew why this was bugging you, someone else is literally going to go on a date with your boyfriend - not...boyfriend. Fuck!
“Ugh!”
“y/n?” Jungkook said softly, knocking on the door as he opened it. You whipped around surprised, hitting your backpack which fell off his bed. “h-hey, Kook.”
He grinned at your clumsiness, his eyes turning into crescent moons as he closed the door behind him. “You alright?”
“I’m fine, I just have to, you know, go back to the house and do some stuff.” You said, your voice getting quieter as you went on. Picking up your bag, you put your laptop inside and zipped it up before sitting down at the side of the bed. Jungkook sat next to you as if on instinct. “y/n, I don’t have to do the auction, you know? Not if you’re uncomfortable with it.”
“Kook, who am I to stop you from that, though? And I mean, it’ll give your fraternity some good money too, I don’t have any right to keep you from participating.” You said, focus completely on your hands which were placed tightly in your lap. He sighed and grabbed one of your hands, lightly playing with your fingers which were hiding in the sleeve of his sweater. “You have every right, you’re...y/n.”
“I am y/n,” You said with a small smile, but you knew what he meant. “Go through with it, Kook. I’m not that selfish especially when you know...we’re not even together.”
“Yeah,” He said interlocking your fingers, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
You nodded, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek, that’s how you always said goodbye.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“-sold! To that lovely lady for $500!” Yoongi said excitedly, watching Namjoon walk to the girl who won him with a rose in his hand, giving it to the girl who was fully charmed by him already. You stood with Taehyung and his date, who - conveniently - was one of your sisters that has had a crush on him for what seemed like ages.
“Look at Namjoon hyung’s smile,” Taehyung snickered hitting you on the arm in amusement. You turned around to face him and your sister, covering your mouth with one hand, afraid your laugh was going to be heard by the rest of the people in the venue, “You guys are such dorks, stop making me laugh!”
Your sister placed her hands on your shoulders and spun you around, “it’s Jungkook’s turn.” All of a sudden, your insides ran cold and you couldn’t find it in you to breathe, whether it be because you’re dreading this or because of how amazing Jungkook looked, you didn’t know. He was wearing his usual monochromatic look, a large white tee tucked into black jeans which emphasized his thighs and made you salivate and his hair was its usual fluffy brown mess parted down the middle.
“Next up we have Jungkook! He’s a comp-sci major with a photography minor. This year, he’s our fraternity’s social media chair and vice president of records. Probably our most talented brother, he can do literally anything, and he can serenade you to sleep.” Yoongi said with a wink at the end, “Do we have $20?”
A swarm of hands shot up from the crowd making Yoongi chuckle, “Ah I crack myself up, $30...$50-”
“I bid $100.”
Your eyes shot to the girl who just stood up, and to your horror it was none other than Lee Yuna. She was in another sorority on campus, and she was annoyingly pretty. You and her were good friends, you know, until she homewrecked your last relationship.
“Isn’t that-”
“$150.”
The words left your mouth before you could process anything, the attention of the room now on you as you let the price slip. You heard Taehyung try to hide his laughter from behind you, as Yoongi started ushering you up to the stage.
“$150 going once, going twice-”
“$300,” Yuna said her eyes narrowing at your form. You bit your lip in annoyance, walking up the stairs. You huffed out a breath, taking a glance at Yoongi as you answered, “$400.”
“$600.”
“$750.” You said with finality. There was no way that she would say anything higher than that. I mean, you guys are college students, this auction could easily apply to your student loans. “$800.”
“That’s Lee Yuna with $800, you gonna raise it y/n?” You crossed your arms, having an inner battle between yourself as you rested your weight on your leg, “$1000.”
“$1000!” Yoongi shouted, “Going once, going twice.”
“Fuck whatever, my parents will never give me $1000 without an explanation.” Yuna said leaving the stage agitated.
“And that’s $1000 sold to l/n y/n!” Yoongi said excitedly as the venue started clapping. You let out a sound of embarrassment, messing with your braids, as you started descending the stairs. You refused to look anyone in the eye, especially not the boys, and God forbid, Jungkook.
“Ah!” You shrieked in surprise as you felt arms circle around your waist, pulling you along to the side of the room. Thankfully the attention of the crowd was back to the front as Seokjin took the stage for his turn in the bidding. “Kook, don’t say it.”
“Hey, c’mon. Look at me y/n.” Jungkook said chuckling. He lifted the rose and put it at your eye level, which was trained to the floor. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face as you took the rose in your hand, lifting your head up a little to get a better look at it, but still refusing to meet his eye. Jungkook mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch besides ‘so stubborn’ before cupping your cheeks in between his hands and forcing you to look at him.
Damn his sparkling brown eyes. God his eyes that literally look like they hold the entire solar system in them. You felt your resolve melting, your cheeks tinging pink at how adoringly he looked at you. “What Kook?”
“Nothing,” he smiled. His focus moved from your eyes down to your lips, darting back up as if to ask for your permission. You grinned and puckered your lips in the slightest, your eyes fluttering closed as he finally closed the distance and kissed you.
It was short, but it still conveyed a mirage of emotions that somehow managed to overwhelm you. Neither of you were huge on public displays of affection, especially when your relationship had no defined labels. You pulled away first after the brief intimate moment, offering him a smile as you grabbed his hand and began leading him towards the back where you previously stood with Taehyung and your sister.
You could literally see the cockiness radiating from Taehyung as he held out his hand for Jungkook to complete their brother shake. The older boy nudged your side, “Didn’t know you were ballin with money, y/n. You should participate in the bidding more often.” Rolling your eyes, you were about to roast the living life out of Taehyung before Jungkook squeezed your hand.
“Cut it out, hyung.” The boy said lightheartedly, a small chuckled radiating from his chest. You and Jungkook met eyes once more, his expression softening even more - if that was possible - as he framed his arms around your body. You snuggled your back against his warmth upon instinct, feeling content in his embrace as the group of you watched the rest of the auction.
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You said goodbye to your sister as the boys were cleaning up the venue. It was a bit of a given that you were going back to the fraternity house, especially in these circumstances. You were cleaning up the tables with Hoseok as you watched Taehyung and your sister say their goodbyes. She looked as giddy as you’ve ever seen her, and from the way Taehyung was shyly rubbing the back of his neck, there was a potential new romance brewing in the air.
“We’re gonna move the platform back to Student Activities, we’ll see you guys at the house?” Jungkook asked standing with Jimin and Seokjin, his eyes, though, were trained on you at his question. You nodded in response, the other boys mumbling on in agreement as they hurried their cleaning tasks.
The remaining five of you leisurely hung around the common area of the fraternity house after changing into something more comfortable, waiting for the three to come back. You were minding your own business in the kitchen, drinking some juice as you scrolled through your tiktok feed on your phone.
“So,” Yoongi said hopping on the counter, “$1000 for Kook, huh?”
You sighed and put your phone down, sipping on your glass as you faced the older boy. Yoongi was like an older brother to you, more than the other guys. He gave you all your talks about Jungkook and this was no different. “I know what you’re going to say, oppa.”
“No, I’m not helping you pay for the money you promised our chapter.” He rolled his eyes. You laughed and threw your scrunchie at him, “No! You’re so annoying. You were gonna talk to me about Jungkook.”
“My question never changes, kiddo.” He said simply, giving you your hair tie back. “Why aren’t you official?”
“Yeah, why aren’t you official?” Hoseok said curious from the other room. You and Yoongi turned your heads to see the others listening intently in your conversation. Yoongi hopped off the counter and patted your shoulder, leading the both of you into the common area. You sat down on the arm of the single seat, facing the boys as you rested your elbows on your lap, your face being propped up by your hands. “I don’t know guys, I wanna be with Jungkook more than anything, I don’t know if he’s ready yet though or if I’m ready-”
“My God, all I know is that I’m ready to smack both of you upside your heads,” Namjoon shook his head. “y/n, it literally pains me and all of us watching you both pine for each other.”
“We-we don’t pine for each other...” You mumbled your voice trailing off as you tried to deny his statement.
Hoseok laughed, “Oh please, it’s all in the eyes y/n.”
“Besides, you’re literally wearing his shirt. He doesn’t even let us borrow his clothes,” Taehyung added making you curl your body in closer to itself.
Your lips formed a pout, trying to come up with a smart reply to the boys, but to no surprise you couldn’t figure one out. “I’ll...I don’t know, I’ll talk to Kook. We’re gonna have to I mean, I literally paid $1000 for a date with him.”
The others burst out laughing as if they forgot the highlight of the night. Your cheeks warmed up in embarrassment as Yoongi started hitting your leg, fully amused.
“Where are you even gonna get $1000?” Taehyung laughed, “I’ve seen your bank account y/n,”
“Stop! Oppa, I have a...savings...account somewhere.” You whined crossing your arms. The guys lived to tease you, they say it’s all love, but personally you think it’s because you’re an easy target. Either way, you let it slide, their jokes were pretty funny anyway.
Namjoon cleared his throat after the room calmed down from their outburst. “You know, y/n, you must have been aware of this, but you could have just gotten Jungkook for free.”
“Matter of fact, you already have his heart for free,” Yoongi agreed, his sharp hearing picking up the click of the knob as the front door opened. In an instant, the remaining three boys walked inside the fraternity house, looking relieved to finally be back in their home. Chatter started to spark up once more as the boys were now complete. Your attention was focused on Jungkook as he lagged into the common room from the kitchen, drinking from a bottle of water that he retrieved from the fridge. He gravitated to your side while listening to the conversation of his brothers, his hand easily taking its place on your waist.
He squeezed your skin as if saying hello, making you wiggle against his body as you let out a laugh. Jungkook looked at you fondly, noticing that you were wearing one of his shirts and wow did you manage to pull it off, even if you were only wearing his white tee and a pair of your athletic shorts. After a couple minutes, the group of you dispersed into doing your own separate things, you and Jungkook already making yourselves comfortable in his room.
He grabbed a towel and informed you that he was going to take a quick shower. You nodded and leaned against his headboard, passing the time efficiently by scrolling through tiktoks. Soon enough, Jungkook was strolling back inside his room, rubbing his hair dry as he hummed a little song. You narrowed your eyes at him as he innocently looked at you with a smile, “What?”
“You’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?” You said shamelessly checking out his half-naked form. He only wore his grey sweatpants with you when he wanted something. He smirked mischievously, “It’s working, isn’t it?”
“Shut up,” You said throwing one of his pillows at him. He laughed, swiftly dodging your attack as he focused on drying his hair. You put your phone down on his bedside table, trying to figure out the right moment to start speaking. “You know, Kook-”
“Wait, I just wanna say first that I’m not gonna make you pay $1000 or force you to go out on a date with me. I can help you pay the money if my hyungs are really pressing for it because it does go towards our chapter.” He said sitting on the side of his bed adjacent to you. “What did you wanna say?”
You suddenly started to feel shy, your thoughts all clumping together as you fumbled with what to say first. “Uh...about tonight,” God your palms were sweaty. You and Jungkook have had this talk numerous times, yet it still made you nervous every time it was brought up. It was probably your fear of rejection, even though all signs pointed to the complete opposite of that. “I, um, I know that even yesterday, I was laughing about this auction and about the girls and guys bidding and honestly you probably think I’m stupid by what happened tonight-”
“Not at all,” Jungkook said putting his hand on your thigh for comfort. Your body temperature started to rise upon the contact of his warm hand on your bare thigh. You know he meant nothing sexual by it, but the way he looked delicious in his sweats betrayed you and the fact that you haven’t been laid in a month wasn’t helping either. Shaking your head to remove the dirty thoughts, you sighed and bit your lip, “I really wasn’t gonna bid tonight, like I was going to let them fight over you because I know where our feelings stand, but when I saw Yuna stand up I just...God I don’t know.”
The corners of his lips started to curl up in a little smirk, scooching on closer to you as he put his arm around your figure, his other hand still on your thigh. “You felt a little jealous?”
You could hear the smugness in his tone, but you couldn’t even deny it at this point. “I wanted to push her off the fucking platform.”
“I’m not gonna lie,” he said ghosting his lips against your neck. You shivered, the warm feeling of his breath making your body react almost immediately. Craning your neck so that he could get better access, you bit back a moan as he kissed at your sensitive spot, “you looked pretty sexy when you were fighting her.”
You scoffed, but let out a gasp as he pulled your hair to the side, biting your neck to make sure to leave a mark. “Jungkook, wait.”
In an instant, all his administrations stopped, respecting your words. You turned around in his hold, moving your legs to either side of his thighs, straddling the boy’s lap. His hands instantly found your waist, moving underneath his shirt to find access to your skin. You met his eyes, which held curiosity and concern. You gave a soft smile, moving one of your hands to play with his lightly damp hair. “Jungkook, I don’t want to be confused about our relationship anymore.”
“Me neither.”
“I don’t want to feel jealous over girls that throw themselves at you. I don’t want to have to think twice about hugging you in public or holding your hand or kissing you. Kook, I want to be yours and have everyone else know it too. I wanna be able to call you my boyfriend.” You said letting it all go. “I know we both got out of traumatic breakups and like honestly thinking about being in a relationship and the possibility of getting broken like that again is scaring me even right now, like I don’t know what I’m saying I might talk myself out of this, fuck I don’t know-”
Jungkook leaned in and pressed your lips together, shutting you up effectively. You relaxed in the kiss, all feelings of anxiety that you brought up disappearing in an instant. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he made a sound of approval and pulled you flush against his chest. You whimpered at the feeling of his hardening bulge against your ass, moving your bottom back and forth to feel some friction. He groaned into your mouth and ground his hips up into yours, his bulge making contact with your core making you whine in pleasure.
Unwillingly, Jungkook pulled away before you both were too far gone, the grip he had on your waist tightening in sexual frustration. “Sorry, you were just really cute rambling, I couldn’t help myself.”
You were already breathing hard from the kiss, your hormones were starting to go haywire at all these interruptions, “Kook, I know we’re both hesitant about starting a new relationship, but I know that if it’s with you, I know that I wanna try.”
“Me too,” he agreed his expression switching from lustful to soft. His duality amazed you. “Can I finally call you my girlfriend now, y/n?”
You giggled and kissed his nose, the smile radiant on your face, “yes please.”
He laughed and flipped you both over so that he was topping you. He tickled your sides affectionately, his laughs raising in pitch as you squealed at his attack. “Now, my dick is hard and you’ve been turning me on since the auction, can I please fuck you? it’s been so long.”
You could already feel his hands grope the side of your breast. Instead of responding with words, you snuck your hand between the two of you and squeezed at his bulge, the man above you groaning in pleasure. Bless his grey sweatpants. It always had to do with his grey sweats.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The next morning, Jungkook never seemed to leave your side. Even as you were making coffee for the whole house, you found it rather endearing than clingy. You don’t know if the boys caught on yet, they probably should have by now.
“God you two are insatiable rabbits,” Yoongi groaned seeing you and Jungkook in the kitchen. He shot a pointed look at your boyfriend, “What the fuck did you take for you to go at it all night? Viagra? Ecstasy? Poppers?”
“Shut up hyung,” Jungkook said trying to hide the blush from his face by burying it in your neck. You patted his arm, “it’s okay, Kook.”
“Babe, he’s being mean to me.”
“Hold on. Babe?” Yoongi asked before slowly clapping his hands. “Thank fucking God finally!”
“Are they finally together?” Jimin yawned from the common area, the boys starting to fill the space in. You and Jungkook shared a look before he spoke to all his brothers.
“Not that we were really obligated to tell you guys, but yeah y/n and I are dating now.” Jungkook grinned hugging you tightly from behind.
“Damn, it really took $1000 for you both to define the relationship,” Seokjin cackled as you glared at him. “It wasn’t just because of that, oppa please!”
“Well, guess that explains why they were fucking all night.” Namjoon said as Taehyung and Hoseok nodded in agreement.
“You still have to pay, y/n sorry.” Hoseok shrugged making you whine.
“I can’t believe you paid $1000 to go on a date with your boyfriend,” Taehyung snorted, the rest of the boys bursting out in laughter at the seemingly stupid fact, even your dumbass boyfriend was laughing too. You elbowed Jungkook’s stomach, groaning at the sad reality your wallet was about to face.
“I can’t believe I have to pay to go out with you,” You rolled your eyes. Jungkook smiled cheekily and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. He kissed your lips briefly, as if that would fix everything. Jungkook met your eyes with a flirty wink, “I’ll make sure it’s the best fucking date ever, babe. Don’t worry.” ______________________________________________________________
A/N Wow I finally finished this. Fun fact, I was inspired by an episode of Full House for this, but wow I’ve been craving on posting something for literally the longest time. I also have an exam in 5 hours and it’s 4:30 am right now ah ha ha but ~quAranTiNe VibEZ~ I hope you’re all staying safe and healthy everyone <3
#AH THIS QUARANTINE IS MAKING ME GO CRAZY#I JUST WANNA SEE MY FRIENDS PLEASE#also me: missing jk hours#also my sleep schedule is completely fucked up oops#BTS jungkook#jungkook#jeon jungkook#bts#bangtan#bangtan boys#jungkook au#jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#bts fluff#bts au#bts smut#beyond the scene#friends to lovers jk#f2l!jk#jk#FRATBOY!JUNGKOOK#bts scenarios#jungkook scenarios
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Promise me
This is a Jimin x reader!
Enjoy!!💜
Word count: 1,771
Warnings: Swearing
Main Masterlist
Summary: (Y/N)'s brother has been nagging her for years trying to get her to adopt a hybrid. Finally, she caves in and accompanies him to a shelter. She never thought she would ever get one but here she is, stuck with an adorable fox hybrid she's sure to fall for. There is one small problem though, and I'm not so sure they'll both make it out alive.
Pt.1 / Pt.2 / Pt.3
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"Come on, (Y/N)!" Jin whined, pulling me from the couch. He wanted to go look at hybrids today and possibly adopt one which is fine, but he wants me to adopt one too. "You'll be less lonely." He reasoned."Come on, I know you want one." I did, but that doesn't mean I can take care of one.
I sighed. “Jin, I don’t know if I can financially support a hybrid.”
“I can help out if you need me too, please?” He begged.
"Why do you want to take me with you so bad Jin?" I asked. He shrugged, throwing himself on my couch.
"Do it for your big brother?" He used the puppy eyes on me. 'Dammit'. No one can say no to his puppy eyes.
"Fine! I give up." I yelled, throwing my hands in the air in defeat. "I'll go with you." Jin jumped off my couch and ran around the room cheering like a child.
He smiled triumphantly, giving me a bear hug. "I knew you loved me!" I rolled my eyes, laughing. "Now, take a shower and get dressed so the hybrids don't run away from you."
"Whatever." I said, sticking my tongue out at him.
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'Why did I agree to this.' I thought, stepping out of the car. Jin was skipping up to the shop and I was following behind him. 'I promised him I wouldn't run away.'
"Come on slowpoke!" Jin yelled across the parking lot. I sighed and jogged up to him. "You excited?" Jin asked.
I shrugged "Not really."
He shook his head "You’re lame." I scoffed at his childish reply. If anything he was the childish one.
The building looked old and run down. The brick walls were cracked and the parking lot was empty. I looked around us, the place seemed dead. "They must not get a lot of business huh?"
Jin nodded. "A friend of mine works here. They are going out of business soon and whatever hybrids aren't adopted get euthanized." I could see the sadness in his eyes. Jin had always loved hybrids. He’d adopt every hybrid in the world if he could.
A loud bell signaled we had walked in. The lady standing at the front desk directed her attention to us.
"Hi! Welcome to Leon Adoption center! How may I help you today?" She asked, looking at us.
"Do you have any dog hybrids?" Jin asked, practically bouncing out of his skin in excitement. He's been wanting a dog hybrid for ages. She smiled at him and nodded. She looked back at me expecting an answer.
"Umm, can I just look around?" She nodded and motioned Jin to follow her to the dog section, leaving me alone in the lobby. I went in the opposite direction and scanned the rows. None of them seemed interested in me.
Most of the hybrids are in their animal form trying desperately to gain my attention. I couldn’t cave and adopt them all though, I wasn’t even supposed to be adopting one let alone 20. “Get a grip (Y/N).” I muttered to myself. The dogs were standing against the bars of their cages wagging their tails and whining for me to pet them. “I’m sorry guys.” I said, giving them a pat on the head. Maybe it would be best if I didn’t focus too much on them if i wanted to make it out of here.
I made it to the end of the rows and there sat a hybrid curled in a ball against the concrete wall. A pang of sadness ran through me. He was one of the few not in their form. "Hey there." I said in a soft voice, trying not to startle him. He looked at me and pinned his ears back, lowly growling. "What's up?" I tried again, a nervous laughter escaping my lips. ‘God, I suck at conversations.’
"What do you want." He replied in a harsh voice, staring daggers through me.
‘Damn, calm down Mr. Whatever your breed is.’
"I'm not really sure." I shrugged sitting down in front of his cage. "Just felt like talking I guess."
He scoffed and sat up.
"Humans never want to just talk. They always want something, they can never get enough." He snarled.
I put my hands up defensively. "It's true. My annoying brother brought me here because he wanted a dog hybrid and he didn't want to go alone."
He rolled his eyes. "Then why are you back here? You know what section you're looking in, right? This is the section for the ones that haven't been adopted and have problems. I'm in line to be euthanized."
'Someone's a little salty'
"Look pal, I didn't want to sit in the car and he wouldn't let me anyways. Besides, I didn't know this was that section. I didn't even know that section existed." I felt horrible. No hybrid deserves to die.
He sat back down with a huff. "Of course you didn't." I stood up and glanced at the information about him on the side of his cage. 'Maybe a hybrid wouldn't be so bad.'
"If you're okay with it maybe I could.. ya know, adopt you?" I asked. He looked at me shocked. 'Maybe this was a bad idea.'
"What? Really?" He was skeptical. He hasn't had a home in so long that he didn't even think such a question would be asked to him. Especially after he was so rude.
I nodded in response. "Yeah, why not?. It's pretty lonely living alone and I wouldn't want to see you die." A spark of hope was in his eyes. Maybe just maybe this would be his forever home. He didn't trust you at all yet but he could easily overpower you if needed. You knew that too, but you also didn't care.
"You even know what type of hybrid I am? I'm in this section for a reason." He didn't want to be too harsh and ruin his chance at a home but he also wanted to make sure you knew what you were possibly getting yourself into.
"Nope." I cheerfully replied. "Honestly, I don't really care. Breed and any 'problem' you might have can't be anything that bad. Although, I wouldn't mind knowing."
He chuckled and shook his head as he pulled himself off the ground. He was taller than me by a couple of inches and much more muscular. "I'm a fox hybrid and the reason I'm here is because I was over possessive and aggressive." I nodded in understanding.
'Well shit on a brick. He's pretty fucking hot.'
"Okay Mr. Fox, do you want me to adopt you or no?" I asked looking at him. He hesitantly nodded his head and I smiled. "Alrighty! I'll go get the lady."
I walked to the front desk and waited. 'Thank god I brought money with me.' 10 minutes later, the lady and Jin returned with a dog.
"I got a dog hybrid named Hoseok! He's so adorable!" He squealed, looking at the dog in his hands. I smiled, getting up from my seat.
I walked up to the desk. "I know which hybrid I want." Jin looked confused.
"Which one?" She asked, looking through her papers.
"I believe his name was Jimin, Park Jimin." The lady at the desk dropped her pen and looked at me oddly.
"I don't think you want him, miss." She replied.
Now I was a little annoyed. I mean, what was wrong with him?. "And why is that?"
"He can be very possessive and aggressive. He has been sent back here for it countless times. He is a handful and more than I think a new owner could handle." She explained.
"I want him. How much is he?" I didn't care what she had said. I promised I would get him so that's what I will do.
She hesitantly nodded and looked through the papers. Handing me a folder containing all of his information, she motioned for me to follow her.
We walked to the end of the rows and there he was. He was in the corner. Jimin already thought you had forgotten about him so when he saw you with the lady he was a little excited but he wouldn't let it show.
She opened the door and put a leash on his collar. 'That's weird.' I thought. Why would he need a leash?
"Why does he need this?" I asked, looking at the object in my hand.
"So he won't run away or attack anyone. He is a very aggressive breed."
I heard Jimin huff behind me. "Do you want this leash on you?" He looked at me confused. He's never been given a choice.
"Not really." He replied looking, down. I put my hand near his neck and undid the chain.
"Trust is important and I trust that he won't attack anyone or run away. If he does though, then I guess that's his problem." The lady took a few steps back and nodded. She was afraid.
We arrived back at the front desk where Jin and his hybrid was waiting. "Okay miss, he will be $700." Jin looked at me, eyes wide.
"Why is he so expensive? Hoseok was only $200?"
The lady shrugged. "Maybe so they won't try to bring him back? I'm not really sure."
"(Y/N), do you even have that much on you? Maybe you shouldn't get him." Jimin was growing anxious. The man next to you was trying to talk you out of it and he did not like it one bit.
"Jin, chill out. I have the money." I slid my card to the lady and waited as she made the transaction.
"Have a nice day!" She said, handing my card back to me.
The walk back to the car was silent. We all got in the car and Jin drove to the hybrid supply shop.
"Hey, (Y/N)?" Jimin asked quietly.
"Yes chim?" He wouldn't say it but he loved that you already had a nickname for him.
"Thank you."
"No problemo. Besides Jin was right, I do need some company."
“Took you long enough. I thought I was going to have to force you to buy one.” Jin laughed.
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