#gonna go to those side street phone shops cause they deliver

[momo-de-avis]

When i bought my phone dude asked if I wanted to add a protective screen of sorts, it's basically a plastic covering that's glued to the screen and i said yeah ok. It's the worst thing ever. It doesn't stick and the littlest thing causes a scratch or a tear which is fucking stupid cause xiaomi phone screens are notoriously strong, never had a single scratch on it until i got this shit

[garbinge]

Flower Shop

Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Flower Shop A/N: This is NOT the same reader as my other Richie fics. I've decided to compile those fics into their own multichap because I've gotten some Bear fic ideas outside of that little universe I've created. ALSO, huge shout out to @kind-wolf for this idea!!!! Seriously sparked so much inspiration, thank you x 10000000 I hope you enjoy :) Warnings: Cursing, arguing, light angst, mentions of harassment, and someone being drunk and disorderly.

The Bear Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @quixscentsposts @dadbodfanatic-x @adorable-punk-superheroes @lodeddiperrodrick @isalver @captainweasleybarnes @musicwithteeth

“We’re across from that stupid fuckin’ flower shop.” Richie spoke into the phone. “Yes, that one.” He was staring out the window at the shop he mentioned, annoyance growing as he stared out. “No, I don’t know if they’ve got white roses, look, will you just tell me when my meat delivery is gonna be here, I gotta fuckin’ feed people.” Richie had slammed his hand down on the table like the person on the other line could see his frustration. Before the conversion continued, Richie saw movement where he was staring across the street. “I gotta go, just deliver the fuckin’ meat.”

As you stepped outside of your flower shop, dragging to large potted plants to sit alongside the front door, you heard the familiar bell of the shop across the street. At first the noise went unnoticed, the first few weeks it was just part of the Chicago hustle and bustle but two months in, you began to notice it because it usually meant that someone was about to start yelling at you. 

“I thought I told you that putting that shit out on the street causes distractions and traffic!” The man yelled out to you. 

Right on schedule was the thought in your head as you huffed and stood up to yell back. 

“I thought I told you to mind your fuckin’ business, beef boy!” You usually had discourse like this on a daily basis but between the early start you had and the exhaustion from pulling these plants out of the back storage room, you were a little more rowdy today. 

“Beef boy?” He scoffed. “Stop blocking the sidewalk, you–you–flower fuck!” He tripped up on what to call you there and it made you smile. 

“T-t-t- today, Junior!” You mocked him back. 

“Are you making fun of me by quoting Billy fucking Madison?!” 

The cars of traffic were moving on the roads in front of you, the audacity they had interrupting your heated discussion. But nonetheless, you weren’t going to let it stop you from going back and forth. 

“Why are you such a fuckin’ jagoff?!” You called back out at him. 

The comment made the slightest smirk grow on Richie’s face, you were too far to notice it which he was grateful for but hearing the word that he called people so often out of someone else’s mouth was amusing. 

“I don’t know, why don’t you look in the mirror and tell me why you’re such a jagoff!” He lifted his hand up and pointed his finger, throwing it at you as he spoke. 

“Wow.” You started clapping. “Great comeback, what are we 10? I know you are what am I?” You called out in a immature tone. 

“I’m gonna go back inside and work because some of us put our blood sweat and tears into our jobs, while other people sit up on their bouqueted pedestals and fuck over us hard workers!” 

You had no idea what he was saying, what he meant by it but that was also a pretty normal and everyday occurrence so you didn’t think twice about it and just yelled out before going back inside your flower shop. 

“Go fuck yourself, beef boy!” 

These things happened pretty often, not everyday but often enough that your comebacks got funnier, they got more detailed, more pointed, on both sides. When you went out to water the plants on display in front of the store and Richie went out for a smoke break you yelled across at each other. When you both were at the window looking at the rain clouds forming or the rain drops falling, you’d throw middle fingers up and mouth profanities at each other. When you’d stay late and look across the street to see Richie there at the restaurant late, you’d stare at each other, give mean looks and turn the lights off to work in the back offices at your shop. 

It was strangely something enjoyable, for both of you. It was a way to get out so much frustration and build up tension that had accrued in the days. It wasn’t healthy, and you knew that but you weren’t exactly looking for the textbook solution to your problems these days. 

As you stood outside, past closing time, sweeping up the dead leaves and fallen petals from the day, Richie was out for what was likely his 5th smoke break of the day. It was late, and you both tended to keep it down when curfew hours hit, out of respect for the block, not each other. As you moved along your storefront, you heard a voice that wasn’t familiar. 

“Yo, can I please get some flowers, my girl’s mad at me and I need something to bring home.” The voice was slurred, the person sounded drunk. You looked up and saw the person who had stumbled up to your store. 

“I can give you a mix of stuff for $10.” You weren’t in the mood to cause problems so you thought this would be a good compromise. A bouquet like that would normally be double so you thought this was the perfect meet in the middle deal. 

“Nah, I don’t got any money. Just let me go in and grab something small, no biggie, alright?” The man started to push by and tried to get in the door that you had already locked.  

“We’re closed, I can go grab something for you, and you can give me $10 for it, that’s it.” Your voice was firm as you stepped in front of the door. 

“C’mon!” The guy whined. 

“Alright, new plan. No flowers, and you get the fuck out of here.” There was no whine in your tone, you weren’t playing games which is why the push you gave the guy was more aggressive than your initial block. 

While the push worked to get him away from the door, the man didn’t leave. 

“Pretty sure she told you to get the fuck out of here.”

That sentence was said by someone else and it made both you and the man turn to look at where the hardened voice was coming from. You saw the man from across the street, now much closer on your side of the street, on your sidewalk. He looked different closer up, you could see the features of his face better, despite it being late at night you could see things that the space hid. The bags under his eyes, the roughness of his stubbled beard, the wrinkles in his forehead and eyes, he was worn, he had been through a lot, you could tell. You also could tell that he had been used to these type of run ins, or you so assumed as you looked at the gun in his hand that wasn’t being threatened yet, but was ready in the case it needed to be.   

“But my flowers…” The man stumbled slightly as he spoke. 

“They’re her flowers, not yours. Go home, get the fuck out of here.” Richie stepped forward, using his body to show force and slightly raising the gun to let the man know it was there. 

And it worked. The man left, drunk and defeated, leaving you and Richie on the sidewalk in front of your shop. 

“I had it handled.” The glare you had was still on the man walking away and when he got out of your view, you turned to the person still next to you. 

“Most people just say thank you.” He scoffed as he put the gun in his back waistband. 

“You have a history of showing up armed and ready to shoot someone?” You raised your eyebrow and leaned on the broom handle. 

“No, I just–do you have to argue everything?” He was frustrated. 

“I just assumed that was our thing.” Your shoulders shrugged so nonchalantly. 

Richie let out a laugh and shook his head as he took a step off the curb and was now standing on the asphalt of the street, slowly making his way back over to the restaurant. “I’d buy yourself a piece, get yourself familiar with it, this block can get hot sometimes.” 

“Who says I’m not familiar?” You called out to him with a smirk on your face. 

“My mistake.” He lifted his hands up in surrender with a similar smirk to your own before turning around fully to step onto his side of the street. 

“Hey, beef boy!” The humor in your voice was being held back by a thin thread as you smiled through your words. 

Richie turned around, his hand on the door handle ready to enter back into the restaurant as he stared at you. For the first time ever, you weren’t going to yell profanities at eachother, give rude gestures or annoyed looked. For the first time you smiled at him and truly had no sarcastic attitude in what the next two words out of your mouth would be. 

“Thank you!”

[starshipsofstarlord]

Mummy Quinn - Harley Quinn x reader

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Summary; whilst coming home from shopping, Harley returns with more than just food...

Warnings; kidnapping, Harley having (severe) baby fever, mention of death and murder, mentions of insanity and mental health, mentions of parental abuse, mentions of alcoholism, swearing, homelessness mention

divider by @firefly-graphics

“It’s okay Bruce, mummy will be home soon, she just went out to get us some jerked. Now this time, you’re not eating the whole bag, okay? I need to eat too, otherwise I will die, and well, I don’t want to end up like the rest of my family, okay? Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page buddy, if we weren’t then we’d have a problem.” You spoke the the giggling hyena, ruffling his ears, as the sound of the door opening made the animal lurch his head forward in hilarity, and you turn.

You expected various bags of junk food, but instead there was one small carrier containing such things, Harley also held a container of diapers and a baby, that was clinging onto her shoulder, as she multitasked with all the cargo that she was delivering to your shared flat. A furrow enclosed on your brow, as you focused on the child that she had brought home, it was practically tethered to her, grasping onto her extravagant clothing as though it never wanted to let your girlfriend go.

“Is that a baby?” You asked her, surprised by her tentativeness to it as she placed all else down, and bounced the oblivious infant in her arms. If it were able to comprehend its situation, it would surely be screaming that it was in a nut job’s arms (though you weren’t that much more sane than her), wailing out to be rescued from the mad woman’s hands.

Half the time, you didn’t think about Harley’s mental health, being around her was normal. But right now, you were worrying for it; you wondered why she had a baby, of all things! It’d make more sense if she returned home with a giraffe than a small human, even a dead body would be more comforting than the fact that she had an actual child in her arms.

“Obviously silly.” Harley replied, shrugging the puffs of her shirt up to the sides of her head as a toothy and stretched smile found port on her face. “I’m gonna call him Bruno, he looks like one, doesn’t he? Such a cute baby, aren’t you Bruno, and since we can’t have one of our own, neither can we go through the method of adopting because our reputations proceed us, we have this little guy.”

“Where’d you find him Harl?” You cooed, walking closer as Bruno, as she had claimed to dub him, reached his hand out towards you, his nimble and small fingers hardly managing to wrap around one of your own. It was true, being a criminal sucked. You weren’t able to adopt because laws and blah blah blah. So that was a great blockade in the way of ever having children with the woman that you loved.

“At the grocery store.” She answered, making you snap your eyes up to her, shocked by the revelation behind her words. “What? Don’t look at me like that, if you’d have seen him, you’d have taken him too. The parents weren’t even paying attention to him, instead they were buying vast bottles of whiskey. I know that life, and I lived it!”

“They’re his parents baby.” You tried to reason with her as she ruggedly shook her messy hair in vain, panicking. “You turned out fine, he’ll do the same, in his own way.” She bellowed a laugh out of you, as tears swamped her icy eyes, her nostrils flaring passively as she tried to keep it and herself all together.

“I’m fine. I’m fine?! Really sweets, we sure as hell know I’m anything but fine! Look at me, really look at me y/n, would you say I’m sane? Would you say that I have my head on straight? Exactly, my childhood bore into half of this, my alcoholic father constantly putting pressure on me to be the image of perfection and intellect, but that didn’t last. I was foolish, until I met J, because every one in my life were constantly trying to protect me, except him.”

“Harley.” You sighed, raking your hand through your hair as you watched how she protectively hugged the child to her chest. “People fuck kids up, yes, they do it all the fucking time, but this one isn’t ours to fuck up. He has parents, they brought him into this world, and it’s their responsibility to raise him.”

“Well, we could kill them.” She offered, as her face crinkled in disregard of what you were trying to say. “He could be ours, our baby. We’d give him a good life, he’d have everything he could ever want.”

“And it’d all be stolen except sandwiches from Sal’s.” You stated, huffing as you hated demeaning her wishes like this, but it was necessary. “You have to give him back Harley, he is not ours to keep.”

“But I bought him diapers and one of those rattly thingies.” She pouted, the red on her lips extenuating her expression. The majority of the time you crumbled when she did that, but you couldn’t, not now. The tone was too serious, and whilst you weren’t one hundred percent alike to those who were ‘sane’, it was clear that this wrong, and you didn’t want her to end up in Arkham again.

“Doesn’t matter, you stole them anyway, same as you did with him. Now suck it up, because we will not be keeping him, and you’re making Brucey feel unloved. He is our child, if you want, we can get another pet.” Bruce grunted in satisfaction of his presence being adjourned and noticed, swiping his tongue up the palm of your hand as an act of affection.

“Really?” She squealed, going to clap her hands together, but realising that she had the child in her arms. “Fine, I suppose you’re right.” Her head dropped as she turned towards the door, grabbing the bag of diapers and going to disappear out the entrance. You spoke her name, causing her to freeze.

“I love you, and I’m proud of you honey.” You told her, causing her to nod in relevance, and once she exited out the door, you heard crying, but it was not coming out from the infant. With a sigh, the background noise of them descending down the building rattling in your brain, you grasped your phone. “Can’t believe I’m doing this.” You grumbled, pressing your hand against your hip as you dialled a number on your phone.

“Hello, who is this?” The voice of a woman spoke through the phone, the caller ID clearly not being a concern of the person who had answered.

“Selena, it’s me y/n.” She greeted you in turn, as you waited for her to finish speaking. “So you’re street smart and all, do you think you can get me a rat off the streets? No, not an actual rat, a kid, sorry for my description, don’t claw my eyes out, of a night I see some pretty interesting things... anyways, I want to adopt and being a criminal and shit, that’s rather difficult...” Harley was going to love you, that was until she heard you change your mind on the pet ordeal.

A while later the door opened again, a snicker rolled around the room, but it was not from behind you in the tub, where Bruce was seated. No, Harley walked in with a white leash, and a hyena, of course. “This is Alfred, you said I could get a pet, so I got one.” Great, a new pet and now a kid, the one bedroom apartment was sure going to be crowded.

[spookysmujer]

Peligro, O.Diaz

Summary: Oscar’s S/O getting hurt by a rival gang.

warnings: swearing, slight verbal/phyiscal abuse, fluff

requested by: @gemini0410​

a/n: Thank you for the two requests! I apologize for taking so long to get these out but I appreciate you trusting in me to bring to life your ideas, I hope these are worthy of your liking. I want to thank all the new followers as well as the OG ones for showing me so much love even though I am barely active. Finally back in commission, also I just celebrated my 24th birthday! hehe. As always please consider: following, leave a heart and comment on my content, reblog it and turn on this notifs!! Thank you babes!

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“Where you at now?”

The crisp wind is blowing against your face as you walk through the empty parking lot of the local animal clinic. The once brightly lit sky is now a deep dark blue. It’s a calming sight to see after that nearly 12 hour shift. 

“Still at the clinic. Just as I was 10 minutes ago when you asked then.” You chuckle a bit as you get your keys out from your purse, pressing your phone to your ear with your shoulder. You hear Oscar’s light chuckle as well. He’s a worry wart, though he rarely shows around most. But with you, he’s always worried about your well being.

Your shift ended up a double when your co-worker called out sick last minute. And apparently everyone else couldn’t make it in. So you were running back and forth between the receptionist desk and assisting the veterinarian. But alas, you finally locked up the shop and now on your way home. Granted it’s an empty bed you are heading to.

Oscar had a drop to make across the city, a few hours away. Which is the reason for his persistent worry on your location. Things have been hot lately, shit constantly going on between the Santos and other gangs. And the fact that you had to work later than expected and out past 9:00 PM has Oscar on edge. Add the fact that he isn’t there to help you get home safely or home to him.

“Okay, I’m in the car now. Setting my purse on the passenger seat, turning on the car.” You tease, a grin permanently etched onto your face as you do the things you listed to him. “Keep teasing, nena. You know how things have been, I just want to make sure you get back to the crib safely.”

You smile to yourself, switching your phone call to bluetooth to be hands-free as you make the 20 minute drive home. Oscar stays quiet most of the ride home, the silence a comfort for the two of you. A long day of sick animals for you and a long day of meet-ups for him.

He suddenly hears the engine of your car shut off and a door close. This confused him as you’ve only been driving for only 10 minutes and you didn’t say anything about making home, “Where are you now?”

“I’m starving, I stopped at Dwayne’s. He extended his hours so I am about to get a fat, juicy burger with a side of fries and big ol soda!” You are drooling as you make your way into the shop.

The two of you bicker for a few moments later but you reach the counter and get your order in. He tells you to sit in and eat but you barely had energy left. If you were to grub on your food whiling dining in then you’d most definitely knock right out.

“Then get home. I don’t know why you didn’t have food delivered to you when you were at work. What part of it’s not safe on the streets right now are you not fuckin’ hearing?” Oscar has finally snapped as you get back in your car. You sigh loudly. 

But before you can sass or even comply with him, the sound of the phone call ending sounds in your ears. You pull your phone down to see that it had died thus the sudden ending of the call.

“Shit.”

You mutter as you lean over to see if you left your phone charger in the glove compartment, but to no avail. The amount of ‘shits’ you spew out is enough to fill a swear jar. You can hear Oscar from all the way over here. He’s on edge with the drop, with being away and now this shit. 

The idea of Oscar being more stressed then need be because of you causes you to lean your head back and close your eyes for a second. Just get your culo home, Y/N. You say to yourself as you sit upright in the seat.

As you turn the key into the ignition to start the car, a spurting sound comes from under the hood. You try a few more turns, cursing more loudly as the car fails to turn on. You look around and the only other car in Dwayne’s parking lot is the worker in the restaurant. 

Before you can get out of the car to head back in to ask for some help or to use a phone, a few more cars pull in. You sit back as the cars park across from you, not recognizing any of them. It’s when its occupants exit the car, you feel your heart skip a beat. 

19th Street.

The purple and white sticking out against the moonlight. You watch as they all cluster together as a few enter the restaurant. You’re stuck, your car isn’t working and your phone is dead. And the only saving grace is heading inside but at this moment what would that really do? How would the poor young worker be able to help you out with the bunch of wannabe gangsters out numbering the two of you.

In the midst of your thoughts, you hear the sound of gravel crunching nearby. When you look up you see of few of the members heading towards your car. Panic sets in deeper. 

“Ay, Spooky’s chick. You far from your Spooky, ain’t you?” 

You try to ignore it but you feel a bunch of eyes on you. The comment of being Spooky’s girl gets the attention of the rest of those that were standing by their cars. Your heart rate begins to pick up now.

“Yo, I’m talking to you!” 

And in this moment, you realize why Oscar always worries for you. Not just because things are hot with the two gangs at the moment because most of the time you aren’t aware of your surroundings. For example, Oscar always tells you to lock your car door when you get in. It don’t matter if it’s early in a crowded area, always lock your doors. But with the phone call, you were distracted and didn’t.

So when your door is quickly opened, you mentally damn yourself.

“Oh, yeah that’s Spooky’s ruca. Get her fine ass outta the car.”

You try your best to to move over the middle console to the passenger side or through the back seats. You figure if you can do that then you can get out from that side of the car. But barely over the middle console, you feel hands pull at you.

Never show weakness. You hear Oscar’s words.

You kick and thrash as hard as possible as you hold onto the inside of the car, fighting them off with every ounce of strength you have.But it’s useless as more hands reach in and get a good grip on you. They pull you out of your car with ease.

“Get off me, I swear to God I’ll put a bullet in your fuckin’ head!” Your voice is sturdy and holds power in it. Something else Oscar has always reminded you about.

They only laugh at your words, “ Big words for a lil hyna, huh? I wonder just how good that mouth of hers really is.” The sick and vile thoughts of what they could do to you begin to cloud your thoughts. As they all laugh and catcall you, you spit harshly in one of their faces. 

This earns you a harsh slap across the face, the sting registering instantly. A hand grasps your face, squeezing your cheeks as they step closer to you now directly in your face. Your arms are being bound behind you from other, leaving you defenseless.

“Big words, you ain’t doing shit. You can’t do shit not without your big bad Santo, can you? Not to worry babygirl. I can show you how a real gangster does it.” He gets closer, feeling your waist with his free hand as his other still holds onto your face.

A sudden shot goes off, alerting everyone around you. They all reach for their guns and turning towards the sound of the shot. And a big wave of relief washes over you. Dwayne stands with a shotgun aimed their way, not a look of fear on his face as 6 glocks are pointed back at him.

“I suggest you all leave. You got your food, now get the hell off my property.” He says making sure to have a sight on everyone.

Your heart is beginning to calm as headlights shine onto you, a few cars pulling into the parking lot and familiar faces appearing. A few Santos quickly pulling out their guns and aiming to the members of 19th street.

Sad Eyes stands tall, towering over everyone. “Do as he says or all your moms have funerals to plan tomorrow. If not, Spooky is on his way and bet, you gonna wish you were already fuckin’ dead.”

Those of 19th street give a glance at the one who has your face in his grasp. He nods and they lower their weapons, as he releases his grip on your face. The one who had a hold on you releases too.

Once they hop back in their cars, the Santos put their guns away, Sad Eyes walks over to you to make sure that you are seriously hurt. You nod and push away his hand that went to assess your red cheek, “I’m fine. How’d you get here so fast?”

He chuckles, “As soon as you told him you had to work later than you were suppose to, he told us to head back. He was right to, shit been getting way too out of hand especially with 19th street. Still not carrying the glock, I see.” 

You shake your head, averting your gaze to avoid the told you so look from him. Your attention is pulled from Sad Eyes when headlights shine again through the parking lot. The infamous cherry red impala pulls up. The engine is barely cut when he’s out of the car and in front of you.

Sad Eyes steps back as the rest of the Santos do as well. “Let me make you all something to eat,” Dwayne says out loud as everyone piles inside to give you and Oscar privacy. 

“My phone died, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t notice how low my battery was and then my damn car wouldn’t start and the-” The water works begin, the lip trembling and the reality of what just happened hits you all at once. Oscar lets you cry in his chest.

He fights between wanting to lecture you or comfort you. Tonight could have ended badly had his gut not told him to send out some of his guys. And with you failing to always be aware of your surroundings, right now he could be on his way to the morgue to identify you.

His arms eventually wind around you, his face pressing into your hair. For a moment, he melts and relishes in the fact that you are okay and that you are in his arms.

“You’re safe. And I’m here. Everything else is in the past and we let that shit go. But best believe this, nena. When the streets are hot, you turn down doubles and I want you with me as much as physically possible. Because the fuckin’ thought of you hurt because of me...” He trails off, his voice now a bit shaky.

You peer up at him and smile slightly, he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. Gently caressing your aching cheek, pecking a soft kiss on it. You sigh in relief as he holds you close to him and not wanting to let go.

Ever.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

always hate me

pairing: endings, beginnings! frank x reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, sex, drugs, cheating, creative liberties with endings, beginnings plot, time jumps, angst

based off “always hate me” by james blunt and “we don’t belong together” from sunday in the park with george

I never meant to hurt you, it’s just something I do, I guess it’s not a good excuse. And she will always hate me, no matter what I say and there is no mistaking the love is gone.

   - Y/N! - Frank rushed out of his loft, trousers still not completely buttoned as he rushed after his friend. For someone wearing skinny heels, she sure seemed to walk fast enough, or at least faster than he could manage to run. - Y/N, wait up! C’mon!

   - I cannot believe you. - she stopped, turning around to look at him yet still maintaining quite a distance from him as if they were standing on a frozen lake with a ridge between them. Her eyebrows were furrowed, regularly calm and soft eyes wide open with trembling lips as she tried to hold in the tears that wanted to escape out of anger. - I cannot believe you did this to Jack. You’re fucking disgusting, Frank!

   - Y/N, c’mon. Let me explain. - she gave him no time to recover as she started to walk again away from her, heels clicking away at the run down asphalt. She was disgusted at him, mad even. 

Frank had always been a wild card, ever since they had meet back in university and Y/N had learned to accept it. He could do some bad things but they never harmed anyone, Y/N always believed he couldn’t harm anyone or at least do something with the intention of harm anyone but here she was. The last thing she had expected to see once she came into Frank’s loft to drop Jack’s new manuscript was him with his face between Jack’s new girlfriend, Daphne. After all, it seemed like Frank was indeed capable of hurting someone and suddenly all the apologies, all the protection she had gave him looked hypocritical and she felt like the stupidest girl alive. With that in mind, the last thing she wanted to hear were Frank’s apologies and explaining of why he was sleeping around with Daphne.  

    - Y/N! - Frank managed to catch up to her, grabbing her forearm before she could walk away once more. - Y/N, stop. Let me explain, okay? 

    - What is there to explain, Frank? I found your with your face between Jack’s girlfriend’s legs, the same girlfriend he told us he’s in love with. - she sighed, hitting his chest. - Are you in love with her, Frank?

   - Y/N, listen ...

   - Are you in love with her, Frank? - she punctuated every single word, not allowing him to say another word. If he spoke, she would give him and allow him to gaslight her even more. The man, however, merely stared at the ground, almost feeling the burning sensation of her eyes on him. - Answer me!

   - No, I’m not. - the words came as a cold hurting truth.

   - You’re sickening. You are so fucking sickening. 

   - You promised me you would be my side through good and bad, this is bad, Y/N, this is bad, this is the worse I can do. Now what, are you just gonna quit being my friend? - he pointed at her, hurt at her words. 

    - I never thought the worse thing you could do would be to Jack. - she shook her arm out of his grip. - Goodbye, Frank. 

    - Y/N, wait up. C’mon, you’re getting all fired up for no reason, I met her first.

    - What is this? Fucking kindergarten? You’ve never loved or been interested in a woman other than to fuck her and when Jack finally fucking finds someone who he’s instantly interested and in love with, you ruin it. - she pointed her finger accusingly at him. - Oh and you better tell Jack about it or I will. 

With the threat left in the air she entered her car, locking the door as Frank called her name once again. This time Y/N wasn’t gonna be soft, no, she was angry, she was angry at him. Heartbroken even as she thought of all the times she had covered from him, how she had lied to the people in her life and defended him to those close to her. She had done so much for him ever since they were stupid teenagers finally out and about in the world of adults and for what? For him to betray him like that just stung. 

5 YEARS AGO

    - Y/N, where are you going? It’s 5 AM. - William got up from his bed. finding his fiancée going through their dresser, getting dressed in a frenzy. 

    - I have to go for a few minutes. A friend needs help. - she pushed some yoga pants in, pushing her hair out of the way to try and look presentable.

    - You mean Frank needs your help. - Y/N shut her eyes forcefully, letting out a tired breathe as she turned to see her husband to be sat on his bed, all knowing look on his face. - Didn’t you do the same thing a few days ago? 

   - I know Will but he needs me. - her fiancé merely let out a sigh, climbing out of bed to walk up to her, a tightened expression on his complexion. - I’ll be back in just a few, I promise. 

    - It’s not that, darling. You’re always going off to help Frank and that was ok when we were kids in university but now? He’s not a kid anymore and he doesn’t need to have you constantly bail him out of sleazy bars when he’s high off his boat. 

     - He’s my friend, Will. - she raised her hand to cup his cheek but he merely pushed her hand away. - Not everyone matures at the same time. 

     - I can’t spend my life competing with Frank for my wife’s attention. Whenever he calls you drop everything to go meet him, you never tell him no and I don’t think you ever will. 

     - Will, c’mon, it’s just a few tim ... - before she could finish her sentence her phone rang again, Frank’s photo for the very first frat party the two had met lighting up the room. - We’ll have this discussion later.

     - No, we won’t, Y/N. If you walk out that door, we’re done. 

     - What? 

     - You walk out that door and you might as well never return, Y/N. I will not compete with Frank over my wife’s attentions.

     - You are being ridiculous! He’s my friend, I have to help him! - she gestured, her heart picking up a pace as the ring on her finger suddenly seemed to burn as if it no longer belonged there. As if she wasn’t worth it anymore. - Will, please. 

     - Just go, Y/N, I know you want to. 

PRESENT DAY

Looking back, I guess I’m holding on to the good we had but I know that it’s wrong to ‘cause in the end she’s never gonna hold my heart. And now she knows, she doesn’t wanna know me, I’m not supposed to be the one who’s lonely. I never thought I drown in my shallow heart.

"Sorry, the number you have dialled isn’t available. Please leave a message after the tone” was the only thing to come out through his phone after what felt like hours and hours of being on hold. Two months. Two months ever since Y/N had spoken to him and Jack had pretty much thrown him aside after he told him about Daphne. 

For hours, every single day of every single week of every month he would call her and try and get through but it never did. Despite countless messages left on voice mail, they never got a reply and every time he tried writing to her, it would return to him unopened. At this point, Frank was just waiting for her to say something. She always did, she never got mad at him for too long yet this time, this time he didn’t even see her around. He’d tried to get hold of her at her job only to be escorted out and he had even tried to get Jack to deliver a message yet between Jack and Y/N, he wasn’t sure which one hated him more. He was sure of what hurt him more and that was Y/N’s loss. 

He missed her. He missed meeting her at the very old coffee shop where the waitress constantly complained about the kettle giving her electric shocks whenever she turned it on but what made her miss more was the season. Christmas. Christmas was always Y/N’s favourite and she would drag Frank down the streets to look at the lights and buy roaster salted and sweetened nuts in those little paper bags which always left a grease stain in the bottom and constantly broke loose. 

He sighed, dropping his phone on the table as Jack made his way to the table. Jack had agreed to meet him, mostly due to Frank telling him he could punch him in the face but mostly because in the heat of the moment, he had never actually gotten to apologise to him. 

     - This better be quick. - the Irishman sat in front of him, a look of pure disdain on his face. 

     - How are you? - he didn’t know how to start or what to say so Frank guessed following rules of etiquette sounded the best. 

     - How do you think I am? All I keep thinking is I could’ve stopped, I could’ve dropped you when you fucked up the first time but no, I kept you around and for what? For you to sleep with my girlfriend?!

     - I ... I didn’t know it was that serious and we had slept together before you two ev ...

    - Oh fucking save it, Frank. - he rolled his eyes. - At least admit you fucked up. You never admit your wrong doings and to be honest I don’t know what I was expecting from this, you never admit to doing anything wrong. You didn’t admit to breaking Y/N’s engagement and you won’t admit any wrongdoing in sleeping with Daphne.

    -  Don’t fucking say I broke her engagement. - his pupils dilated as he rose up from his seat, hands gripping the table so hard his knuckles turned white. - I would have never done that to her!

    - You fucking did! You destroyed her engagement just so she could pick your high off drunk ass from the curb and you refuse to admit it just like you refuse to admit you screwed me over. No matter how many times you tell yourself you didn’t do it, you still did it. - Jack, on the other hand, was calm, merely drinking from his pint as if the man in front of him was as calm as him. - Why did you do it? Why did you sleep with Daphne after you knew we were seeing each other? I don’t fucking care if you had slept with her before we started going out but you still did it after you knew we were dating. 

    - You know what you did.

    - What I did? Frank I’ve spent the last years cleaning up after you and being supportive to you. Why did you do it? Be honest for the first time in your life, man up. 

    - You told Y/N to go on a date with William. - the words came out coated in shame. Sometimes you forget how small something can be until it spirals into spite and anger towards someone and that, that Frank could never ever forget. He could still hear it in the back of his mind, smell the scent of the room as he walked in at the wrong time to see his best friend tell her to accept William’s date offer. He still remember her wariness of it, questioning him if it was the right choice while Jack reassured her it would only be of good to her. - You told her to go out with William after I told you I was in love with her.

    - Is this about Y/N? After all this time? 

    - You were supposed to be my friend and you told the woman I loved to go and date another man. You went behind my back.

    - Oh please, Frank you’re delusional. You weren’t in love with her, you just wanted to sleep with her and you’re mistaking that for affection. 

    - Do you know how fucking painful it was when she got that fucking cheap ring on her finger? To know it was because you told her to go on a date with him? 

    - Did you actually slept with my girlfriend because I told Y/N to go on a date 7 years ago? How childish are you? You wanna know why I told Y/N to go on a date with William? Because you were not and you will never be ready to be in a relationship. You’ve never cared about anyone but yourself and you certainly never cared about Y/N. 

The truth hurts. Truth has always been hurtful even if one seeks it but when one isn’t looking for truth, it just ... hurts. In this case, it particularly made Frank go back to that night 5 years ago. He didn’t remember it much, he was too drunk and in all honesty too high to remember it but flashes came back to him. The blue Fiat 500 Y/N still drove to this day parking in front of him, opening the door and finding her sat in the driver’s seat, tear stained cheeks, hands furiously gripping the wheel as if it stopped her from crying and ringless finger. He remembered asking if she was okay and her turning to face him, forced smile on her lips before she said yes. He should’ve asked more. Y/N was not one to easily open, a scar of past relationships which was already there when they met so he never forced her to do so despite her screaming silently for help. She was always there, somehow smiling and saying she was okay. 

He never not asked anything of her. Since his very first year of university she was there but he couldn’t honestly find five moments where he had been there for her. After she had taken Jack’s advice, he almost secretly resented her for not seeing his affections but now, now it just looked clear why she hadn’t seen them. He hadn’t shown it to her. He hadn’t called every night to ask how her day was, he hadn’t brought her flowers during Valentine’s day when no one cared to do so, he hadn’t told her he loved her. That’s where it laid. William, despite his own narcissistic manner, was very much ready to shower her in affection. Maybe William wasn’t good for her but Frank definitely wasn’t too. 

He left the table without much word to Jack, getting in his car and driving room, memories haunting him. Jack wasn’t fully right, Frank cared about Y/N but until now he had cared more about himself than her. Survival’s instinct, think about yourself first not to get hurt yet here he was. 

In other situations, Frank would’ve just driven all night, probably found a bar and a beautiful lady to forget that although Jack wasn’t 100% right, he was right in believing Frank didn’t deserve Y/N. In all honesty, nobody did. She was too good in a world that punished kindness more than evil. 

Someone once had told him that nothing good happened 2 AM, that if you’re up past 2 AM to just go to sleep and as 1:59 flashed on his phone, Frank decided that, for the very first time in his life, he was gonna go home. Nothing good was gonna happen now and as he stepped inside his house, he started doubting it. In front of him was the same girl who now hated him, holding a box, both of them seemingly not expecting each other. 

   - I ... I came to pick some of my stuff. Jack said he was meeting you. - ever the calculative and smart woman, she started the conversation while walking towards the door.

   - I’m sorry. - he blurted out, years and years of regret weighting his words. She stopped in her step, almost unsure of what he had said, turning around to stare at him as if he had said the weirdest thing. - I’m so sorry for fucking up, for sleeping with Jack’s girlfriend, for breaking your engagement, for not being the friend you were to me. I’m sorry and I know I screwed up and never actually apologising for it. 

   - You didn’t break up my engagement, Frank. You’re not that good at screwing up my life. 

   - Jack told me, Y/N. You don’t need to spare me.

   - I’m not sparing you, I’m telling you the truth. You didn’t break off my engagement, I did. I realised that if I’d rather be with you and reply to all your calls than being with my fiancé, it was not gonna be a very happy marriage. What hurts is that I believed you were actually redeemable and that it was a phase but it’s been years and you’re still a teenager. 

    - I know, Y/N. Trust me, I know and I don’t have anything to tell you other than I’m sorry. 

    - Why did you do it, Frank? You’re not in love with her, you didn’t go with her once Jack broke up with her. Why did you do it? Why would you destroy someone’s relationship? For what lust? I’m pretty sure you can get every single woman you set your eyes in. 

    - Childish reasons. - he had no right in telling her that he loved her. Frank had no place in confessing his feelings, at least not now, not as the person he was. She, however, took no pity in his answer. - I know you need your time.

   - No, Frank. No, I’m done with your terrible excuses so please tell me the the truth. Tell me why did you sleep with Daphne. - she was almost begging, trying to have some faith int he man she always believed to be somehow redeemable but yet again Y/N always expected him to somehow get better. He never did. 

   - It was Jack who told you to go out with William, wasn’t he?

   - What does that have to do with anything?

    - I was in love with you and he knew it, he fucking knew it. I know I should’ve told you  but I cannot divide my feelings up as neatly as you, and I know I should’ve ... I don’t know what else to tell you or what I should’ve said when you told me you were going out with William. 

    - You could’ve told me not to go. You could’ve told me you were hurt, relieved, bored ... anything. You could’ve told me, you could’ve told me what you felt back then and you didn’t. You always hide behind this smooth facade and I’m ...

    - Would you have cared back then? If I had told you anything? There was nothing to say so I didn’t tell you. You wouldn’t accept the mess I was, what I did which you always knew which I thought you were a part of.

    - No, you are complete, Frank. You are complete, Frank, you all alone but I’m left unfinished and diminished with or without you. We do not belong together and we’ll never belong together. What would made it so right together would just made it all wrong. We do not belong together and we will never belong together.

    - I know but if ... if you could just ... just find it somewhere to forgive me. I will apologise to Jack how many times you want, I’ll go celibate. 

    - There’s nothing you can do, Frank. I’m done. - she opened his front door leaving him in his living room alone with his thoughts and the sound of the door closing harshly

She said “you lost me baby”, no matter what I say the love is gone ...

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[babeyvenus]

The Wolf Among Us

Bigby x OC

Summary: Sonya Blaze, A.K.A. Hell Rider, is a half fable, half mundy girl who comes to Fabletown to learn more about her side of the folktales. She works alongside Sheriff Bigby Wolf's as his newest partner and together they strive to find out who's behind the unexpected murders in Fabletown.

TW: Mentions of death, gore/blood, alcohol, smoking, drugs, sex implications, suicide, guns and ofc language.

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Chapter 14: Jersey Devil

They walked down the hall to the sound of shouting. “And you didn’t want to tell me what you were into, either!!”, they hear Beast yell.

“With good reason. Look what happened.”, Beauty argues.

“So that’s back on me now? I thought we agreed that was settled.”, said Beast.

Sonya looked over at Bigby, “What’s going on with them?” Bigby sighs. “When I went to the Open Arms, I found Beauty at the front desk and when we were about to open Crane’s room, Beast showed up. Wasn’t listening to a word. We fought and that was that.”

“Jesus… he’s completely different from what I imagined him to be.”, she says.

“You said it was settled. That doesn’t mean I have to agree to it.”, Beauty said, as they walked up to the door. “And when were you going to tell me? Or were you going to keep that a secret too?”, Beast asked.

“You know what it was. You know what was going on, Beast. I had to get a job, and you wouldn’t have it. Don’t make it into something it wasn’t.”, Beauty harshly whispered. The two outside awkwardly glanced at before Bigby knocked on the door.

The door swings open a bit to reveal an irritated Beast. “Oh. What do you want?”, Beast asked, his mood even more sour. “You called, right?”, Bigby asked. “Or, uh….was it Beauty?”

“Why would I call you?”, Beast sneered. Sonya rolled her eyes. ‘He’s definitely different from Disney’s version…’ Bigby frowned. “Listen, I’ve had a shitty night…”

“You think you’re the only one?”, Beast asked. “And we really don’t wanna deal with the runaround. Snow said you called and wanted to talk to us.”, Bigby adds. “Well, I didn’t call. Must have been Beauty. She’s been….surprising me a lot lately.”, Beast says, looking down.

“Can we just-”

“So have you, Bigby. Yet, with all the sneaking around and secrets, somehow, I’m still the bad guy in this. I’ve had to hear about it all night long from her.”, Beast said. He glared at Sonya as well. “You too. You had no reason to lie to me.”

Sonya gave him an unimpressed look. “I dunno if you've noticed but we’re not marriage counselors.”

Beast wanted to retaliate but Beauty cut him off. “Who is it?”

“Can you just let us in.”, Sonya sighed. “Let’s not get into busting down doors today, okay?”, Bigby asks, with arched eyebrows, Beast growls a sigh and slams the door shut.

Bigby and Sonya looked at each other before the door was yanked open again. “It’s your pals. Bigby and Sonya.”, Beast mocked.

Beauty gave them an apologetic smile. “Hi guys. Please excuse us for just a minute?” She walks over to Beast. “Can I talk to you in private?”

“Yes. Let’s.”, Beast said, leading them into a room and shutting the door. Sonya shakes her head. “Hm. I guess I really do have the smallest apartment in the Woodlands.”, Bigby mutters. “At least yours isn’t cramped. I still think its unfair.”, she muttered.

There was a large couch and two chairs set around a table in the middle of the room. Behind the couch was a fireplace with vases on top of it.

There was a shelf with books and fancy objects on it. There was also a large portrait painting of Beauty and Beast back in the Homelands.

“They actually look happy…”, Sonya mutters and looks up at the ceiling and sees a beautiful chandelier. “Wonder what the electric bill is for that thing?”, Bigby mutters. He walks over a white urn with blue roses designs around it, tapping it with his knuckles. Sonya’s eyes widened. “Stop it. It looks antique.”

They turn to Beast and Beauty as they walk out of the room. “Sorry, it’s been a long night.”, Beauty apologizes.

“Yeah, you know what they say. Centuries of marriage come with centuries of baggage.”, Beast said, making Sonya cross her arms. “I gotta say, your place…it looks, uh…expensive.”, Bigby says as he looks around. “What do you mean by that?” Beast asked, offended.

“Beast!”, Beauty says in a warning tone. “No, really, I wanna know. What are you trying to say, huh?”, Beast asked.

“Aren’t you guys having money problems? Cause it doesn't look like you’re suffering.”, Sonya said, getting in front of Beast. “Is this something about that loan you took out? From the Crooked Man?”, Bigby asked Beauty.

“I didn’t know what else to do, so–”

“We should deal with this on our own. Bigby and Sonya are just going to complicate things.”, Beast says to Beauty. “I called them here, and I want to see if they can help us out. Why are you being like this?”, Beauty asked, tired.

“I’m just trying to do what’s best for us.”, Beast says.

“If she wanted to help you guys earn more money, what’s the harm? Y’all are obviously in some type of trouble, so what is it? Either it’s the money, or it’s something else.”, Sonya asked.

The married couple glanced at each other before looking back at them. “I gotta know one thing, first. What if we did have something to say about the Crooked Man? What if we talk, and neither of you get him and all this comes back on us? We’d be risking a lot. We’ve seen what happens when you cross the Crooked Man.”, Beast said.

Sonya frowned. “Y’all are in danger. You two need to tell us what we need to know so we can help.”, she said, tiredly.

“But if you’d rather deal with this on your own…”, Bigby started. “No, please...”, Beauty pleads. “Then tell us what the fuck is going on! You’re in so much debt? Look around you. This isn’t the way people short on cash live.”, Bigby yelled, pointing at the room.

“Look, we’re used to a certain kind of….lifestyle, okay? We couldn’t just give that up.” Beast replied. “We never meant for it to get like this. It’s just that…we had nowhere else to turn. And we got in over our heads.” said Beauty.

“Sometimes you have to think for your needs rather than your wants. Y’all would rather choose riches and starve if it meant y’all could live the way you used to.”, Sonya says, shaking her head.

"There’s not a lot of work out there. Who would we be if we just lived like…”, Beast started to say but their phone suddenly rang.

Sonya and Bigby turn to look at it while Beauty and Beast hold each other in fear. The phone rings until it goes to voicemail.

“Hi there! You’ve reached Beauty…

and Beast

and we’re out doing something fabulous.”

“Uh, let me just, uh….”, Beast walks towards the phone but Sonya gives him a fixed look. “We’re not done here.”, Bigby said.

“A day at the beach?

skiing the slopes?

We can’t come to the phone right now, so leave a message at the beep and we will get to you as…..humanly possible!”

The recording finishes and a deep gravelly voice comes through the speaker, angry and aggressive. “That fucking message... I’m gonna come down there and bash your heads in with that machine if I have to call again and hear that fucking message one more time! I’ve been doing this long enough to know that if you had the cash, you’d have paid by now. So consider yourselves outta warnings. The Crooked Man’s gonna get his. One way or—”

“Fuck this….”, Bigby said as he goes to pick up the phone but the phone already hung up. “Shit.”, he mutters and he sets the phone back down. Sonya turned to the couple. “All we care about is how can we find the Crooked Man? Who do we talk to? Where do we go?”

Beauty and Beast look at each other for a moment as they hold each other. “The Lucky Pawn. That’s where I borrowed the money. The Crooked Man’s behind that place.”, Beauty whimpered. “I’d overheard people talking to Jersey about loans before. So….when I needed money….that’s where I went. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Wait, who do you deal with?”, Bigby asked. “Jersey. You know, the Jersey Devil?”, Beauty said. “Jersey Devil…?”, Sonya asks. “Oh, yeah…", Bigby said. "That slimy prick…..didn’t realize he was back on this side of the river.”

“And those Tweedles were always going in and out, probably dropping off a loan payment they squeezed out of some poor Fable. But never the Crooked Man. Mainly it’s just regular Fables. I can see now that it was a mistake, but….I’m not the only one who goes there, y'know. I saw the Woodsman’s axe there just the other day. It was in a display case.”, Beauty said, making Bigby and Sonya glance at each other in shock.

“I guess he’s hit hard times, too. There’s a lot of that going around. I can’t imagine he has a lot of marketable skills.”, Beast said.

“Sometimes….Fables just don’t have anywhere else to go.” Beauty said. “Fucking Bloody Mary must go through there. She had Woody’s axe last night. Tried to chop my damn head off with it!” Bigby growled.

“Maybe if you two go there you can….sort some things out.”, Beauty said. “I guess we’ll go check out the Lucky Pawn.”, Sonya sighed.

“If we can’t track down the Crooked Man there, maybe we can make enough noise that the Crooked Man will come find us.”, Bigby suggested. “Hold on, Bigby, don’t go there. Sounds like you two are just going to get Beauty in trouble.” Beast says.

He sat down on the couch. “You know that butcher shop? The Cut Above? It’s the place on Tubman Street. Same block as the Baker and the candlestick maker. Well, I’ve been delivering packages from there for a while. The thing is….it’s for the Crooked Man. And….I don’t think it’s meat in the packages. You gotta understand, I needed work.”

“You have to believe us.”, Beauty begged. “Did you ever deliver to the Crooked Man? Can you give us an address?”, Sonya asked.

"No. I delivered to places all over town. But never to the man himself. It never seems to be heading to the same place. But it always comes out of the butcher shop.“, Beast replied.

"How did you get involved with this?”, Bigby asked.

“Johann, the butcher, called. He had a problem with the refrigeration unit one night. But when I finished, it was your pal, Mary, who showed up to pay me. She said I was reliable, she liked that, and….it’s the only thing I’ve been able to pick up. And it’s still not enough. I don’t want Beauty to have to work. Especially not where she was.”. Beast says, looking down.

“It’s Mary you deal with? Bloody Mary is there?”, Sonya asked. “No, Johann is the one who hands over the packages. You know, day to day. But I’ve seen her around there. She, uh…gets under my skin, you know? I…I try to avoid her…but I don’t need to tell you two what she’s like.” Beast said.

“You’re damn right you don’t. I don’t need a run down on her reputation. If Mary works outta there, Sonya and I need to look into it…”, Bigby said.

Beauty walks over to Beast and places her hand over his. “I just wanted to provide for Beauty. Give her the kind of life she deserves.”, Beast said. “We shouldn’t have to live like this. Scraping to get by.” said Beauty.

“None of us should.”, Beast says, getting up. “We were royalty once. We were accustomed to a certain lifestyle. All we want is to make this place feel a little bit like home. You two wouldn’t understand, Bigby.”

“I don’t need to understand. It’s not my fucking job to understand. My job is to keep Fabletown safe.”, Bigby addressed.

“There’s also other Fables out there who are worse off than you two. Have you ever thought about that? I’m pretty sure lots of fables would love to have almost everything you have in here.”, Sonya said to them.

Beast sighs. “So….where are you going? If this all goes sideways, I’d like to know where it’s coming from.”

Sonya and Bigby glance at each other. “I’m down for whatever.”, she says. Bigby nods. “We’ll go to the Lucky Pawn. There’s too much going on there to ignore. We’ll have a word or two with Jersey.”, Bigby said.

“You know, guys, once you two show your face there, word is going to get out. There may be nothing left to see if you go to the butcher shop after.”, Beast said.

“We’ll keep that in mind.”, Sonya said as Bigby walks to the door and opens it. Sonya exits and he follows her.

“Wait….I don’t know what you two are planning to do when you find the Crooked Man, but is there any way you two could….help us out?”, Beast asked, following to ask. They pause.

“What do you mean?”, Sonya asks. “Well, maybe you two can make this all just….go away.”, Beast suggested. “We would really appreciate it.”, Beauty adds.

“You’re asking us to kill him, aren’t you? Is that what you think we do?”, Bigby asked them, getting angry. “No! Of course not.”, Beauty shakes her head.

“I don’t know how you’d get that idea. We just….we know that the Crooked Man is dangerous. To all of Fabletown.”, Beast said.

“I just wanna know something. Even if it came to that…. which at this point, it would be self defense after everything he’s put us through, what would y’all say? How would you feel? Would you be afraid? Relieved?”, Sonya asked, making them look at her. “Because if we do, end him… I don’t wanna hear that y’all are afraid that y’all would be next.”, she says, making them look down.

“If you’re not doing anything remotely similar to the Crooked man, you have nothing to worry about. We’re gonna do our job.”, she says and turns away. “Lucky for you, that might just solve your problems anyway.”, she said, walking away.

“Thank you, guys.” Beauty calls out after them. “I’m sure you guys will do the right thing.”, Beast adds. Bigby and Sonya ride the elevator down to the lobby.

The Lucky Pawn

Sonya and Bigby looked at the rickety old building before walking in. “It’s dirty.”, they hear.

“No it’s not.”

They look over to see Toad arguing with Jack as he tries to trade in a familiar brown coat. “It looks like you slept in it. In a pile of garbage.”, Jack argues as he looks at the cloak.

“Jack, why are you– I’ve seen you take a torn purse for a tenner!”, Toad shouted. “Yeah, but I also got her phone number. I don’t want your phone number.”, Jack said, shaking his head and he looked over to see them walking towards him.

“Here we go...”, he sighed. “What?”, Toad asked and turns around to see Sonya and Bigby. “This is a surprise.”, Toad said.

“We’re just here for information. It’s about the murders.”, Bigby rolls his eyes. “This’ll take two minutes and I’ll be out your way.”, Toad said.

“I’m not taking the coat.”, Jack repeats. “But it’s magic.”, Toad said. "So?“, Jack asked, shrugging. "And it’d be covering a check I already wrote.”, Toad says.

“Okay, well….that sounds like a you problem to me.” said Jack. “Yeah, it is! And so I came here to sell it off!”, Toad shouts. Sonya sighed and noticed the coat, her eyes widened. “Isn't that Faith's coat?”

“It was Faith’s coat.”, Toad says. “Look, you left it in my place, what’d you expect me to do?”

“Yes, I think the oft-cited statute of finders keepers clearly states that it’s his now, Miss Sonya.” Jack said, smirking. Sonya clenches her jaw and gives Bigby a look. He only sighed through his nose.

“So what’s it gonna be?”, Toad asked Jack again. “I don’t know what to tell ya. See if Cindy needs a coat, I don’t know.”, Jack said and Toad let out a frustrated sigh.

He turns to the other two. “This is to pay for those bloody glamours, you know. You and your blinkered rules. If the witches didn’t charge so fuckin’ much…I wouldn’t have to be in here, dealing with this nonsense."

Sonya frowned and crossed her arms, “What happened to the money I gave you?” Toad looked down. “Please don’t tell me you spent it on some new car accessory.”, Bigby says, frowning.

"What are you even complainin’ to them, for?”, Jack asked. “I guess I don’t know.”, Toad said, shrugging. “I don’t know what you’re gettin’ so steamed about….it shouldn’t be that big of a shock that I’m not going to take an ass-hair coat.”, Jack shook his head.

“No, I guess it shouldn’t be….since this whole bleedin’ operation’s just a set-up for one of his shady fuckin’ loans.”, Toad shouts in anger, making Jack’s eyes widen, as he glances at Bigby and Sonya. “Ix-nay on the oan-lays. Okay, og-fray?”, Jack whispered to him. “I mean, what kind of a game are you runnin’ here?”, Toad asked.

“Toad–”

“You turn down peoples’ stuff so you can peddle his shit?”, Toad asked. “We know who you’re talking about.”, Bigby said, crossing his arms. “Um, Og-Fray?”, he asked, pointing at Toad.

“The Crooked Man. Right? This is his place. Those are his loans.”, Sonya said, also crossing her arms. Toad smiles mischievously and grabs the coat. “Well, I’ll leave you to your business….I’m sure you’ll have a lot to talk about.”

“Good luck with that glamour, Toad.”, Jack sneers as Toad starts to walk away. “Fuck off.”, Toad shouts at him. “Leave the coat.”, Bigby ordered firmly.

“How the hell do you expect me to get a glamour, then?”, Toad asked, throwing the coat down on the floor. “It’s not like I’ve got a lot of options, you know. It’s just tough, is all.“

“Just do what I fuckin’ say, alright?”, Bigby said, getting irritated. “Leave the coat. Find another way.”

“Fine! I’m leaving…but I’m taking the coat with me!”, Toad said, angrily. Sonya sighed, pulling the wad of cash from her pocket. Bigby looked at her. “Where the hell did you get that?”

She gave him a guilty smile and handed it to Toad. “However much it costs, its worth it, Toad. Just go get your glamour, if not for you then do it for T.J. Please.”, she said, exasperated. Toad sighs and snatches the wad before leaving. Jack smiles and waves. “Have a good day.”

“He really grows in ya.”, Jack said, smiling. Bigby and Sonya face him, making him frightened. "Look, I work here sometimes for the extra cash. It’s something stable. You know, between more….entrepreneurial bouts. And…before either of you ask, I’ve never seen the Crooked Man in here. Neither hide nor hair, and all that. In fact, as far as I can tell, he’s never even actually stepped foot in here.“, Jack explained.

"But Bloody Mary works for him. And the last time we saw her, she had the Woodsman’s axe.”, Bigby said, leaning on the counter, glaring at Jack. “So?”, Jack asked, nervously. “So, the last time anybody else saw that axe….it was here.”, Sonya said.

“We’d never take something like that.”, Jack said. “Bullshit.”, Sonya says, surprising Jack. “Is this really why you two came down here?”, Jack asked, nervously. “We’ll be asking the questions here, Jack.”, Bigby said, shutting him up. “Okay. Fine. Fire away.”, Jack said.

“Where’s your boss? Why isn’t he here?”, Bigby asked. “I don’t know?”, Jack says. “You know something, so where is he?”, Sonya asked.

“I dunno, I don’t keep tabs on him. He’s probably out getting shit faced and eating cows right now. Listen, I gotta start closing up shop, so, uh–”, Jack said as he walked out from behind the counter.

“Close? It’s the middle of the day.”, Bigby pointed out. "What can I say, Jersey likes to run at odd hours. And, really, he’d be the one to talk to, so….can’t you two just swing by later. It really wouldn’t be good for me if he sees your faces when he walks in. So, uh…“, Jack said .

"What else can you tell us about Jersey Devil?” Bigby asked. “Just that he’s a fuckin’ psycho and I like to stay out of his way. I typically work when he’s not here. But I can call you when he comes back, alright?”, Jack says.

"Jack, shut up.”, Sonya said. “If the Jersey Devil isn’t here to answer our questions….it also means he isn’t here to get in our way. So, we’re gonna take a look around…as long as we’ve got the elbow room.”

“Alright. Don’t let me get in your way.”, Jack said, locking up. “We won’t.”, Bigby said, walking over to a different side of the room.

Bigby walked up to a small statue of the Headless Horseman that was on the far left of the room. “The Headless Horseman? Isn’t this Crane’s?”, Bigby asked. “Maybe? I don’t know.”, Jack shrugged.

Bigby rolled his eyes, walked next to the table and saw a familiar dagger. “This is Prince Lawrence’s dagger. Who sold this?”, he says, catching Sonya's attention.

“I don’t know.”, Jack repeated, shrugging. “Who would have done that? One of the Tweedles….”, Sonya mumbled. “Whoever did it, must’ve needed the money bad. Which shouldn’t come as a total shock. You guys don’t know how hard most of us have it….do you?", Jack asks.

"Yeah? If you had our job, you wouldn’t get out of bed.”, Bigby growled. “It was a rhetorical question….but sure, fine.”, Jack rolled his eyes.

"At least you aren't dead.", Sonya says as she looks through all of the significant objects in the display cases. Nothing out of the ordinary. Bigby walks over to a display that caught his eyes. Cleaving Axe.

Previous owner: The Woodsman

Ensorcelled by Druids

His chest rumbled with a growl as he turned to Jack. “I thought you said you’d never take something like this.", Bigby growls. Sonya looks up to see Bigby storm over to Jack angrily.

“Um….um, what?” Jack stammered, nervously. “Jack?”, Bigby asked. “Uh, yeah?”, Jack replied, nervously again.

“When was Mary here?” Bigby asked him, raising an eyebrow. “When was who here?” Jack said. Sonya rolled her eyes. "Please don't play dumb."

“Bloody Mary. Because the axe was here….but it’s gone. And she had it. So she was here.”, Bigby said.

“I don’t know anything about that.”, Jack said, stepping back. “I don’t. Really.”

Bigby pulls up the little hatch table, and stalks over to Jack like a predator. “I mean, I don’t work every day, so….and even when I do work, I just try and keep my head down.”, Jack rambles.

Sonya crosses her arms. "You'd be no better than Georgie. Looking away because you got your cut and don't care about innocent people getting hurt. It's bullshit."

Bigby growled loudly, making Jack flinch. "Okay, okay! It was Mary, she took it, okay. That’s all I know!”, Jack exclaimed.

“That’s all you know? You don’t know she almost fucking killed me with it last night!?”, Bigby snarled. “No, no, I had no goddamned idea! She sometimes comes in to pick up shit. Sometimes it’s for her….”, Jack said.

“You know where she lives? Where she took it?”, Sonya asked. “I don’t know where that crazy chick lives, and I don’t wanna know.”, Jack said, shaking his head.

“Well, for your sake, you better think of something to tell us.”, Bigby growled. “That’s all I can tell you. I’m being straight here! I’m just part-time. I mean, it’s Jersey who’s the one who’s into this stuff! He’s one of the Crooked Man’s boys, okay? And it’d be great if he was here to tell you all this, but he’s not, so just–”, Jack was cut off by two extra voices from outside.

"Shit....“, Sonya mutters. "Jersey, don’t give me that shit. What the fuck is the point of havin’ a system if you’re just gonna–”

“It’s not my fuckin’ system.”

“But you’re the guy who makes sure that–”

“I’m the guy that keeps shit in order and that’s it, Woody.”

Bigby ducks down and Sonya ducks behind another display case, watching as Woody and another man walk in the building and see the gate was pulled down. “Who closed the fucking gate? Jack?”, Jersey called, irritated.

He pulls up the gate, revealing himself clearly. He was a balding, gingered man with a thick mustache. He turns to face Woody. “If you love your axe so fuckin’ much, why’d you pawn it in the first fuckin’ place, huh?”

“I didn’t pawn it, asshole. It was stolen from my apartment. And Gren said that he saw it here. Now tell me where it is right fuckin’ now.”, Woody demanded.

Sonya and Bigby, reveal themselves, walking over to the two arguing men.

“Whatcha guys arguing about?", Sonya asked with a smile. Jersey jumps looking behind him and rolls his eyes. “God. And these fuckin’ guys, too?”

“Bigby? Sonya? What are you–”, Woody started to ask but Jersey cuts him off as he looks at Jack. “Is his axe even here?”, he asked. “Nope. It isn’t.”, Jack shook his head.

“Just like I said, it’s not here. Happy?”, Jersey asks and walks over to Sonya and Bigby. “So tell me what you two are here for, or get the fuck out."

"Uh….they wanted to know where–”

“Actually, you know what, I don’t care what they wanted.”, Jersey said, interrupting Jack, smirking.

Sonya rolls her eyes. "Such a salesman." Bigby walked up. “You work with the Crooked Man.”, he said firmly. “And until we give you permission…you’re not gonna do anything but answer our questions.”

Jersey glanced at Bigby's arm. “How’s your arm, Sheriff? Bloody Mary leaves a bit of a sting, don’t she?”

He turned to Jack. “Jack, did you know that as of this very morning, Bigby's joined the Crooked Man’s obedience school for wayward fucking creatures? He’s already passed his first class. You see….the Sheriff and the Deputy had, who they stupidly thought was the murderer….been chasing him for fuckin’ days, right? But the Crooked Man snapped his bony fingers….and these two handed him over just…like…that.”

“I’m, uh, just gonna, uh…let you three…you know….”, Jack said, backing away and leaving.

“The Crooked Man appreciated that.”, Jersey said, making them glare at him. “Tell us everything you know right now about the murders, and the Crooked Man.”, Bigby ordered.

“Are you kidding me! It was here. It was right fuckin’ here! What’d you do with it!?”, Woody shouted as he got in Jersey’s face. “How the fuck do I know?”, Jersey asked.

“Listen, you bald little dipshit, you’re gonna–”, Woody started to threaten, grasping Jersey by his shirt but Jersey punches Woody in the stomach. Woody groans and growled at him. “You piece of shit.” Wood throws a punch, making Jersey retaliate.

Bigby moved Sonya out of the way and got in between them, shoving them away from each other. “Back it up, Jersey. You’re dealing with us, now.”, Bigby said, facing Jersey as he gets in front of Woody.

“I didn’t expect to see you upright. Still looking for whoever killed them hookers or are you done chasing your tail?”, Jersey asked.

“Where’s my axe! Who’d you give it to!”, Woody yelled. “You follow me here all the way from Battery fucking Park…just so I can prove to you that your axe isn’t here…and you think I’m gonna take another inch of abuse-”, Jersey started fussing.

“Hey! Back off and settle down!” Bigby ordered. “Oh what the fuck are you gonna do? You talk big, but I don’t think you got the stones to back it up.”, Jersey said to Bigby as he punched Bigby in the side where he was injured.

“Bigby!”, Sonya exclaimed, watching him double over in pain. “Still a little sore, are we?” Jersey asked Bigby. “Why should Mary get all the fun? You ain’t so tough.”

Sonya silently walks behind him as he continues to put Bigby down. “Ya know what? I’m just gonna handle you myself….and I won’t need no silver bullets.”

Sonya grabbed him and slammed him against the glass display cases. He yells in pain as she grabs his head and slams it against the case.

“Motherfucker!”, he grumbles as she slams his head against it again and the glass breaks and his face hits the crystal ball.

She grimaced as she pulled his head back, seeing pieces of the crystal ball impaled in his face. “What the hell are you doing?”, Woody yells, pulling her off of Jersey. “This is my fucking fight!”

“Get your hands off of her!”, Bigby yelled, snatching Sonya away. “Dog, you got a lotta nerve–”, Woody shouted but a strange noise made them look over to see a tall, skeletal creature. It almost looked like a skinwalker. Sonya's eyes widened. "That's Jersey…?", she whispered.

He roars at them, making their eyes widen. Woody charges at him but Jersey simply smacks him to the side and starts to charge at Bigby and Sonya but Woody holds on to Jersey’s arm and pulls him down.

Jersey gets on top of Woody and starts to claw at him repeatedly. Bigby runs up to them and punt kicks Jersey over the glass counter and knocks him towards the back and hits a closet.

Bigby changed to his first form, cracking his neck as he stood in a defensive stance. “Aww, protecting your girlie friend….too bad you couldn’t protect those whores.”, Jersey said, tauntingly as he climbed up on the counter. “Go on, try to stop me!”

He jumps off the table and charges towards them but Bigby raises his clawed hand and shoves his claw into Jersey, slamming him down on the floor.

“Fucking stay down!”, Bigby snarled. Woody gets up and looks at the open, broken closet and sees his axe. “There she is!”, he said, satisfied.

Sonya and Bigby kicked Jersey to the floor and ran over to him, as he landed near the front door. They grabbed the gates and slammed it down on the back of his neck.

Jersey screams as they pull it up then start to slam it back down but Jersey grabs it and shoves it up. He starts to claw at them but they jump away from his attacks.

Bigby punches Jersey in the face repeatedly before Jersey lowers his head and tries to shove his horns into Bigby. Bigby dodges Jersey's horns and grabs one, tugging it out of Jersey’s head then shoves it into his stomach. Jersey screams in pain then shoves Bigby against the display case.

Bigby groans in pain as Jersey jumps in front of him then shoves one of his clawed hands into Bigby’s injured arm. Bigby yells in pain. “Fucker!"

Jersey shoves his claw deeper into Bigby’s arm and Sonya jumps on Jersey’s back, lighting her hands on fire and burning his neck. Jersey screams out in pain, pulling his claw out of Bigby.

Sonya increased her heat, nearly gagging at the burnt smell before she's pulled off of Jersey's back and slammed onto the floor. Sonya's eyes widened as her breath was knocked out of her.

"Hey asshole. I found her.”, Woody announces before slamming his axe down into Jersey’s head. Jersey lets out a shriek of pain and he slaps Woody to the side and tries to pull the axe out.

Bigby looks next to him and picks up an anvil, raises it above his head then slammed it down on Jersey, knocking him down on the floor.

Bigby pushes the anvil to the side, reverting back to his human form and helps Sonya stand. She looks at his arm. “You okay?”, she asked. “More or less. You?”, he said, shrugging. "More or less.", she smiled, catching her breath.

Woody walks over to Jersey, yanking his axe out of Jersey’s head. He hovers the axe over Jersey’s neck and he looks up at Bigby and nods. Bigby squats down next to Jersey. “So…..wanna try again?”

“You can’t find the Crooked Man. No one can. There’s no address, no place….he lives in the bends and forks of tree roots….behind the sun….in the….shadows.”, Jersey says. “You know more so tell us.”, Sonya ordered.

“The door to his house….it bounces around. Never in one spot. You’ll never find it. Even Crane had to use the Magic Mirror….that fuckin’ guy. Mirror, Mirror…fuckin’ shit…”, Jersey grumbles. “Okay, that’s Crane’s way….how do you contact him?”, Bigby asked him.

“I don’t. He uses couriers for everything. Ravens, goblins, the fuckin’ Tweedles…whatever. I go in when I’m taken there. You don’t know anything….about anything, do you? What do you have? Nothin’. That useless bitch, Snow White, and a broken fuckin’ mirror….no fuckin’ friends. And no clue about who is really runnin’ this town.”, Jersey said.

Sonya grabs his arm, sizzling his wrist and watching him struggle in pain. "You're going round and round with our question. You and everyone we've met up 'til now have said the exact same thing. We're asking questions for a reason. So answer them." She lets go. “Now, where did you hear that the mirror got broken?”

“Oh. That. Gossip flies fast. We’re like a sewing circle. It doesn’t matter what you fuckin’ do, you’re not gonna get him. You two wanna knock on his fuckin’ door and see what happens? Fine. Crane had the Mirror. Bloody Mary had Crane. So take your fucking wrecking crew act to the butcher shop.”, Jersey says.

“The Cut Above.”, Bigby mutters, remembering Beast's words. “And if we can find the mirror piece there, we can find the Crooked Man.”

“That’s her spot. That’s where all the magic happens….”, Jersey says as Woody backs away and takes his axe away from his neck. Jersey begins to crawl back. “Now leave me so I can find me some aspirin.”, he says, only to fall face down on the floor.

“Will Mary be there?”, Bigby asked Jersey. “You want me to draw you a picture? I don’t fucking know….you got what you want, now get the fuck outta here….”, Jersey ordered.

Sonya sighed, glancing at Bigby as he glanced at her before starting to leave. Jersey speaks up again. “Hey…Sheriff….Deputy."

Both of them stop, hearing Jersey out. "Those girls are still dead….and there’s nothin’ you two can do to bring them back. And I don’t know what they did, but I do know this… if they’re dead, it’s cause the Crooked Man wanted them dead. That’s all it takes. So you can roar, smash the place up. Shit, you can wail on me all you want, but what good is it gonna do ya? Cause he ain’t in your town. You’re in his.”

Bigby growls lowly, turns around and kicks Jersey in the face, making him yell in pain. “Just shut the fuck up, will ya?”, Bigby said, turning back around, and leading Sonya and Woody out of the shop.

Bigby pulls out a cigarette, making Sonya turn away. “Got a smoke?”, Woody asked him. Bigby lights his cigarette and hands it to Woody, before lighting another one up for himself. “Thanks.”, Woody said, taking a drag. “Shitty brand.”

Bigby side eyed him. “You’re welcome.” Sonya waved her hand to dispel the smoke.

“I’m not gonna lie, I was having trouble deciding which one of you to hit with this thing.” Woody said to Bigby. Sonya gaped at Woody, making Bigby shake his head. Bigby drops the cigarette and squishes it under his shoe.

Sonya waved a cab down and waited as it came up. She climbs in first, waiting on Bigby. Bigby starts to follow suit but Woody calls him. “Jersey was wrong, you know.”

“About what?”, Bigby asked.

“About those girls. There is somethin’ you two can do about it. You can get the fucker who did it. Ain’t that the plan?”, Woody asked.

“You're damn right it is.”, Bigby says, smiling. “Alright. Well….go do it, then.”, Woody says before he starts walking away. Bigby stands outside the cab, looking at the retreating man. “Hey Woody.”

Woody stops, keeping his back faced toward the other man. “Yeah?”

“I’ll see you around, alright?”, Bigby said. Woody turns his head to look at Bigby over his shoulder. “Yeah, I’ll see ya.”, he says and finally walks away. Bigby looks down for a moment then he climbs in the cab, sighing softly.

Sonya smiled at him. "You guys have such great teamwork. You'd think you'd wanna stop fighting each other."

"That's practically all I wanna do. But sometimes he makes it hard to get along with him.", Bigby mutters. She nodded. "He is pretty difficult to deal with… ", she mumbles, sleepily.

He noticed and sat up a bit. "You can sleep, y'know. It'll be a bit of a while before we get there." She yawned and nodded. "I think I will..."

She let her eyes close and seconds later, she's out. He smiles, leaning his head back against his seat. He jumps a bit to feel a little weight leaning on him and sees Sonya leaning against him, sound asleep.

He stares at her for a moment then relaxes as she snuggles into him a bit. He felt light. She didn't wake up and pull away as if he were something disgusting. She was the opposite of anyone that even remotely showed him any kindness.

She always seemed so comfortable with him. Never tiptoeing around him or doing things for him out of fear or pity.

She never made him feel like a ticking time bomb and even defended him countless of times. It made his heart swell in a strange way he's never felt before but it made him comfortable enough to accept it.

[nad-zeta]

HC Modern AU: Uesugi-Takeda force in Quarantine

Hey, there loves! So here is the other half of our lovable warlords spending time in quarantine! Hope yall enjoy it! and I hope everyone is staying safe!^o^ Also just side note i’ll start back up with writing everyones matchups on Monday! <3

Yukimura

The two of you were sitting together playing videogames when the news broke

Yuki got a text from Sasuke saying he should check the news!

You finished your game before switching over to the tv mode; on your flatscreen.

OOOOH shit, Yukimura low key freaks out and thinks this is the start of the zombie apocalypse (maybe you shouldn’t have introduced him to black ops zombie mode)

“hey, dummy, we better hit the shops before they get cleared out.”

Is shook when he arrives at the shop, and all the shelves are empty, like WTF

The two of you spend most of your time together, snuggled on the couch playing videogames, or watching YouTube videos.

Yukimura is a definite fitness fanatic so he spent a good 10 minutes pouting when he got a notification on his phone saying all gyms would be closed

That okay, at least I can go jogging around the……………*TV playing in the background* “during the lockdown period all jogging, running, walking dogs and cycling is forbidden, and anyone found outside on foot will be locked up.”

Cue Yuki low key having a small breakdown about losing his gains. You kiss his forehead and put on your favorite YouTube fitness video

“Just cause the gym is closed doesn’t mean you can work out, dummy.”

The two of you will often do some small exercises in the garden together to soak in that vitamin D and keep fit!

Yuki will spend half his time phoning Shingen pestering him about his health

You usually drag Yuki to the coach and big spoon cuddle him while you run your fingers through his hair. He can’t help but worry about all his friends. You wrap your arms around him and bring him out of his panicked state. When he calms down, he switches with you and now gently holds you, nuzzling into your neck, leaving a few small kisses. “Dummy, I’m supposed to be the one reassuring you that everything is okay.”

Kenshin

The two of you are cuddling surrounded by your army of fluffy bunnies when you see the news about the virus break

“some guy named Corona is waging war against the world? Never fear love, I will kill anything that tries to lay a finger on you.”

Explains to Kenshin, that it’s a virus and an invisible enemy

“I don’t care if it’s a biological war or a physical one, I’m gonna kill it.”

You giggle while snuggling closer to Kenshin, “silly bunny lord.”

Kenshin makes sure that the two of you are stocked up for the long hall.

He low key bought all the alcohol in the liquor stores, as well as all the plumps he could get his hands-on.

Came back, followed by a few more stray rabbits, guess we will just have to make them part of the family.

The two of you spend your time together playing all sorts of random board games, mainly strategy based ones to soothe his need to fight.

Connect to Yuki and the other via Call of Duty Black ops server. The two of you troll everyone of your friends for laughs. Also, if Kenshin can’t kill people in real life anymore, then killing people over a game is the next best thing

The two of you love cooking together, Kenshin will make his picked plums, and you will make some nutritious food for the two of you, cause you definitely can't live off of just pickled plums

It's no secret that the two of you love to cuddle up to each other, surrounded by your sweet little bun buns. Your favorite thing to do when you’re feeling anxious about the whole state of the world is to, lie together in your hammock. You usually rest your head on his chest while he soothingly pulls his fingers through your hair. The lulls you into a relaxing sleep while protecting you from all the dangers of the world seen or unseen

Shingen

The second the news breaks you are beyond freaked out; you look up at Shingen with so much worry and fear in your eyes

This is a deadly virus for those with a compromised immune system and Shingen fits that description perfectly.

You make a point of it to do as much research as possible to make sure you are prepared for anything and everything

He juts smile at his worried little goddess, saying that if his beloved angel is at his side protecting him, then nothing will be able to harm him

You insist on doing the grocery and supply runs; you are sure to buy a year’s supply worth of alcohol and sweets.

Awww dang all the liquor stores are sold out! This must be Kenshin’s doing. DARN THAT GOD OF WAR. Well at least you have your and Shingen’s precious candy

You buy sooo, many gloves, hand sanitizers, and masks.

Sasuke is kind enough to organize Shingen his very own oxygen machine and bring the two of your some multivitamins to help fend off any threat

Loves to watch movies together on the couch. Shingen will spontaneously get up when the music starts to play from the musical that you are watching. He will grab your hand and pull you up, while positioning his hand around your waist. He will then turn your lounge into a makeshift dance floor for the whole duration of the song.

You guys love to do carpentry together. Often the two of you can be found in the garage making random things. You would make birdhouses and feeders, and Shingen would make furniture for your house.

The two of you also, connect to the Black ops server with all your friends to find out how everyone is. Shingen gets scolded for 20min over the game by Yuki for not answering the phone every time he calls. Scolds him, even more, when he hears Shingen munching on sweets. The two of you just laugh at the young man while continuing to stuff your faces with sugar

You can’t help but be worried about Shingen's health! You watch him closely and make sure he takes his vitamins and meds to keep his health up. 

Of course, Shingen will see you be a bit anxious and pepper your face with kisses. “The only medicine I need is the healing kiss of my goddess.”

He will then start to tickle you so that he can see that beautiful smile back on your face. He really loves that dazzling smile of yours.

The two of you can often be found curled up together on the bed while Shingen rubs soothing circles on your back, whispering reassuring words in your ears.

Sasuke

This friendly neighborhood ninja knew what was up long before the news broke, he had heard some rumors from his fellow professors at the university

He makes sure to have your shared apartment adequately stocked up of the event.

Sasuke bought the two of you matching black masks. To lighten the mood, the two of you put on the masks and any black clothes you could find and start playing ninja hide and seek.

Sasuke wins after you spent 20 minutes looking for him with no luck of finding him. He appeared out from the shadow of the curtains, snaked his arms around your waist, and pulled you to him while kissing peppering your hair, neck, and cheeks with small little kisses. You could help but giggle at your sweet, lovable ninja

The two of you spent most of your time playing board games, videogames and doing random science experiments for fun.

Cause Sasuke is a university professor busy with his Ph.D., he spends most of his time researching and writing. You loved spending time with him while he would sit on the bed, typing up his dissertation. You would cuddle up next to him and read. He would occasionally drop a small kiss on the top of your head as a silent thank you for supporting him and keeping him company.

You and Sasuke loved to you play videogames with your friends; it helps soothe both your anxiety to hear the sound of their voices over the speakers of your tv. Both of you couldn’t help but laugh at your caring friend scolding Shingen over the mic for everyone to hear

You and Sasuke loved to go outside at night, spread your softest fluffiest blanket on the grass and lie together while looking up at the night sky. You were shocked that the sight of the sky. You hadn’t seen such a clear night sky since being back in the past. You could see an ocean of bright beautiful stars. Sasuke told you it was due to the atmosphere not being as polluted as it usually is due to everyone being forced to stay at home. You couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia

Both of you could often be found cuddled up together under the night sky, savoring the bright new sky that the two of you had not seen in a long while.

Kennyo

When the news broke the two of you were shook, you did a bunch of research to see precisely what this virus is and how to minimize the risk of getting infected.

You guys would watch the news every morning to keep up to date with the happenings

Kennyo immediately called all his friends to make sure they were staying safe and well; he especially called Shingen to make his old friend was doing okay with his compromised immune system

Kennyo went on the food run cause he couldn’t bear the thought of having his beloved exposed to the risk of the outside world

He came back from the shopping run with both his arms full of stray cats.

This sofi boy couldn’t help but rescue the poor cats from the streets.

Both of you spend the afternoon building each cat its own little new bed while also naming each new members of your family. You guys spend hours together playing with the cats.

The two of you would make up hampers with blankets, masks, vitamins, and food. Kennyo will always be a soft monk at heart and can’t help but want to give back to his community. 

The two of you drive around for hours and deliver these hampers to the less fortunate.

Kennyo was sad that the church had been closed, especially being this close to Easter.

You discovered that many priests actually filmed their own YouTube videos online, which the two of you now watch together.

Even during the time of the virus, your spirits are still lifted, the two of you love celebrating Easter, so you have made it your personal mission to gather up all the art supplies in your house and make Easter decorations. The two of you even painted all the rocks in your garden to look like colorful Easter eggs.

Kennyo knows that you still have a bit of anxiety regarding the virus and the mass panic of the world. So, he will build a little blanket and pillow fort with you. Once the fort is built, he will pull you down to rest your head on his lap while he gently pulls his fingers through the long strands of your hair. The two of you spend hours in the little fort you built yourselves just chatting and enjoying each other’s company. Kennyo will occasionally bend down and surprise you with a kiss on the nose when he sees the small crease from between your eyebrows from your overthinking mind

I hope ya guys enjoy it! And are staying safe and well! don't forget to wash your hands and stay fit and healthy during this time!

[alitheamateur]

A Taste of Home- Chapter 9

Warnings: Language.

A/N: Endless groveling for your forgiveness in my snail-like pace these days.

Chris had only been a way for a measly month, and you were chattering already with impatience. You had helped out on a local shoot for Tess and an up-and-coming new city publication, welcoming the opportunity to bury yourself into some work that didn’t consist of coffee beans.

Scott and you had spent a very fair amount of time together in the recent days, going for brisk walks around your childhood neighborhood nearly every afternoon with Dodger. The kindhearted little pooch was a friendly reminder of his owner for you. Those smiling eyes, and chipper greetings reminded you so much of the presence of Chris, so you had grown quite deeply attached to the pup.

It was Saturday in Boston, and your parents insisted you take a weekend off to get into something that a normal, single girl your age would. Embarrassingly enough, your list of friends around town were few, and far between with one on the other side of the country, and the sister to said friend busy with work. As a matter of fact, nearly every individual around that you would’ve chosen to spend your downtime with, all had the same last name.

You felt worthless and lackadaisical still in bed at 8:00, your internal clock clearly accustomed to the early rising schedule of the coffee shop. A phone was still attached the charger on your nightstand when you heard a tiny ping notifying a message.

Shithead: This should do wonders for your new boyfriend and his sacred public image.

You read, and read, and read the pesky text, trying to decode Ben and his smartass, vague comments. Waiting a moment, thinking maybe there was a part two to his cryptic weirdness, but when it never came through, you pried.

A: Come again?

Shithead: Oh, dear. He hasn’t shared the news with you yet? I’m sure his lawyers are going over the ins and outs with him as we speak.

There was no misunderstanding his usual undermining attitude even through text message. Ben was bullish, sarcastic, and unremittingly egotistical in the most undesirable of ways. Deep down, they were all attributes you were familiar with when you married him, but somehow, the faux sense of romance overshadowed the slime he really was deep inside.  

Bile churned angrily in your belly instantly mixing with the word “lawyer”. Whatever Ben had done to Chris, he’d gone too far. You were sure of it, before the details had even been explained. Deciding you would much rather hear the news from any other human mouth than your scheming ex, you called Chris immediately with a nauseous stomach.

“Good morning, sunshine. Someone slept in?” He chipped. Chris had probably been whizzing around for hours already, maybe even missing sleep altogether.

You were mildly calmed that he seemed so poised. Either Ben was being his melodramatic self, or Chris had no idea what was to come.

“Morning, Chris. So, I’ve just heard from Ben…..” You were testing the waters, treading lightly.

“Oh yeah. That dickhead filed a civil suit against me for the apparent threat I threw at him when I called him from your phone that day. Ya’ know, when he pulled that stunt with your car.”

“And you’re not concerned? At all?”

Chris blew a raspberry over his lips. You could see the wave off in your mind.

“Fuck no. My lawyers are handling it right this minute, actually. What did he say to you, Mills? Are you okay? Do I need to call the fucker?”

He was trying to squander a civil lawsuit, yet he was kindheartedly concerned even still for your well-being. Your heart clenched a little.

“Nothing really. He was pretty shady about it. He just made it sound like he had pulled some stunt to completely slaughter you in the press.”

“Relax, sweetheart. I’ll handle it. Don’t you worry your pretty head, okay? But, listen. I do have to run. Call me tonight after your walk with Scott.”

Chris clicked an end to the call without a goodbye, and it took you a moment to register how he had known about your walk with his brother this afternoon. Brushing off the miniscule inquisition, you stewed with how far Ben would take things. He was not the type to let things go easily, especially when they didn’t go his spoiled way. He was a skeezy parasite with too much time on his narcissistic hands.

…

Your free Saturday rolled on, the absence of responsibility and schedules did your soul some good. You rolled around, rutting and rotting in the clean sheets of your bed until past 10 a.m., only finally changing locations when you remembered the newest chamomile bath salts you’d picked up yesterday afternoon. The bliss of your steamy soak seeped a calm into your joints, and had you prepared to conquer whatever it was you felt like taking on.

You did lunch alone, peeping into the pet store next door to pick up a special treat for Dodger when you met the pup and Scott for your stroll in a few hours. The doll-faced hound was your favorite little sidekick while Chris was away, and you wanted to show some appreciation.

Before heading to your meeting place, you made one last mad-dash pit stop into a corner grocery to snag a bottle of water, when something caught your eye.

Although incognito behind the blue of his navy cowl, those wispy-lashed eyes stood out like a sore thumb. Chris, decked to the nines in all things Captain America, was plastered on every bag of Doritos on aisle 4.

You chuckled, still occasionally a bit taken aback when you saw him displayed on billboards, and magazine covers. You took the silly break as an excuse to text the ever-so-handsome superhero in question.

Saddling a bag in your hand, you clicked a selfie with it, your face doe-y with a waning swoon.

A: As if Cool Ranch wasn’t already my favorite…..

Satisfied with your flirty, quick wit, you tucked the bag back on the rack next to its dozens of clones, headed for the register. Scott was a nagging twit if you were even a second late.

Parking your car and pulling on your airy windbreaker, you locked your doors as Dodger came for you, almost pummeling your bottom straight to the ground.

“And hello to you, bubba. You smell your treat somewhere in my pocket, huh?” You ruffled his caramel colored coat.

Standing to your feet, you felt a text alert buzz in the opposite pocket of the dogs treat, so you multitasked and used each hand to satisfy Dodger, and your own curiosity to Chris’ likely reply.

C: I’ve been told I taste fantastic. You’ve been warned.

You gulped, and suddenly the crisp air rose to 100 degrees inside your jacket.

A: Don’t be so sure. In my opinion, you’re an acquired taste.

C: I’d like to say the same about you. But, you’ll have to offer me a sample first…

Your eyes bulged to marbles, and you hugged the cellphone to your chest, burying the evidence before Scott could devour you with teases.

“What’s that face all about, dopey?” He approached you, sinking to his knees to finagle with Dodgers leash and collar.

“Just me and one of my dopey faces, I guess. Let’s get a move on. I need some distraction.” And boy, did you. The dampness threatening inside your yoga pants proved it.

The three of you, two humans and a canine, tackled your 4-mile stroll winding through the afternoon streets of Boston smiling to the passing traffic. You really did cherish Scott’s company, even despite Chris being absent. Growing up, he had been quite the ham, always joking, and thriving at the center of attention. But, you knew those Evans brothers would always have your back if trouble arose, and you could always count on Scott for a laugh. Even with the fact that you were often the butt of his very joke.

He asked if you’d be so kind as to lag Dodger back to Chris’ place, since he was supposed to meet a friend. Happy to do any favor you could for Chris while he was away, you obliged. Setting the canine in your passenger seat and latching your belt, you called him through the speakers of your stereo as he had asked.

“Hey, beautiful.” He picked up. His smiling voice spreading throughout the car cab captured Dodgers immediate attention.

“Dodger isn’t sure if you’re talking about me, or him.”

“Dodge! Hey bubba, how’s it goin’, pal?”

The two sappy goofs were the epitome of all things good and pure still left in the world.

“We’re heading to your place so I can drop this handsome guy off for Scott. He had some things to take care of, so I’m running puppy taxi.” You spoke up, carefully pulling into a hectic intersection.

“I was expecting you to call when you got to the house, Mills. But, I need a favor.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s hear it, Evans.”

“Some mail got delivered by mistake. It’s supposed to be held, but there was a mix-up. Would you mind grabbing it and tossing it on the kitchen counter for me. I’m sure if it’s important, Ma’ can give me a call when she goes to let the cleaners in tomorrow.”

You were automatically skeptical. Why was he expecting you’d even be going to his place? Scott had only asked you mere minutes ago… Second, why couldn’t his mom empty the mailbox if she was going to be popping in only tomorrow?

“Uhm, yeah. I can do that, no problem.”

“You’re a lifesaver, babe. I’m gonna hop off, but drive safe. Don’t let the troublemaker talk you into anything crazy.”

The call dropped without a goodbye, and the confused crease lines of your forehead began to cause a headache.

As you swung a left into the driveway, Dodger immediately hopped and whined, eager at the recognition of his home. Your heart broke a little. The poor pup hopeful to see his absent owner.

Chris had instructed his brother to copy a house key for you so you could come and go as you please. Whether it be a visit to your four-legged friend, or even an overnight stay away from the sometimes smothering confines of your parents house. You never put the key to use, reluctant to appear as that leaching friend who took advantage of Chris’ lifestyle.

You opened the front door only to let Dodger inside to pounce around and hunt out his beloved lion, then trailed down the drive to his post box just as your phone rang.

“Someone is awfully needy tonight it seems.” You sheepishly teased Chris, secretly reveling in the abnormal amount of phone calls in one day.

“If you wouldn’t mind, shuffle through that mail and read off the senders to me. You know how impatient I am.”

You latched the grey box closed after gathering only one thinly stuffed envelope.

“Okay, so we’ve got…..”

You choked.

“Its from you….. With, with my name on it?”

“Open it, Millie girl.” Chris’ rough voice croaked on the other end of the phone.

Tucked into the crisp white envelope, was a single ticket. A round trip flight, in your name for Monday morning. Skimming the information with a spinning brain, you would fly out of Boston barely before sunrise, and wind up hours later in London.

“Chris.” You managed between the flattery and puzzlement.

He chuckled in the most boyish of ways, and you envision his lashes fluttering closed.

“We are shooting for a few days in London, and you happened to mention briefly that you’d never been. So, I wanted you to see it. With me…”

Your belly turned the happiest of somersaults, and your head grew light and heavy at the same time.

“You’re going to be so busy, Chris. You don’t need me to put up with while you’re working. I’ll only be in the way.”

Yeah, right. Like you were about to say no.

“Cut that shit, Mills. I’ve thought all this through down to every detail, and I planned everything out with my assistant. I only have two scenes to actually film myself, so the other two days, we’ll have together. I may have to sit in on a brief table read or something, but for the most part, I’ll get to show you the city.”

For a no-strings, strictly sexual agreement, this whole thing felt oddly romantic to you. Not that you could muster a single complaint about his dutiful thoughtfulness, since it was exactly what you had wanted from the get-go. But, your heart throbbed you to keep a guard up all the same.

“So, what do you say, stubborn? Meet me across the pond?”

You swallowed every molecule of sanity, and sense, and decided, just this once, to let him sweep you off your feet. Even if, it was only temporary.

“Cheerio, mate. This girl has some major packing to do!”

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Frenemies. (teenage!Joe Trohman x Reader)

There you were, strolling down the school hallways, in a good mood for the first time the entire week. You had completed and handed in all assignments, exam season was officially over, and it was Friday – life was not shitty, for once.

Then, you rounded the corner and when you approached your locker, all inklings of happiness flew out of the metaphorical window. Because there, leaning against your locker and thumbing through their phone with earphones in their ears, was the bane of your existence.

Joe Trohman.

You drew in a deep breath and screamed internally as you mentally prepared yourself for the interaction that was about to occur.

The two of you had been friends since the first day of high school; now here you were, a couple months before you graduated and left high school behind forever, and you still hadn’t managed to get rid of the guy.

You see, the term ‘friend’ is used very loosely, here – there was very little love lost between the two of you. Joe had joined your friend group when (Y/B/F) had taken a liking to him in freshman year; the two of them grew close quickly and as a result, you too were stuck having him around.

You weren’t sure what it was – if it was that your personalities clashed, if you both wanted the title of (Y/B/F)’s best friend – but whatever the reason, you and Joe were constantly at each other’s throat.

But, oddly enough, that was only half of the dynamic of your relationship. While, yes, you fought (a lot), you were both still incredibly close. It was weird. He was still one of your best friends, but you hated him.

It was confusing to everyone who had the privilege of being in the company of the two of you, but it was even more confusing to you. You knew he regarded you as a close friend, so why would he constantly bully you by doing stuff like this?

“Joe!” you yelled in aggravation as the boy pulled the hair tie off of your hair, letting it fall down in a way that was not at all elegant. “Stop being such a-“

You cut yourself off by gasping as he ‘accidently’ stepped on your foot with his heavy boots. You frowned and responded by angrily punching him in the arm, to which he answered with a small laugh and a flick to your cheek.

“Why are you here?!” you all but shouted in his face, groaning in annoyance as you fixed your hair and roughly shoved your books in your locker.

“We always walk out together,” he reminded, gesturing around at the rest of your friend group that was heading towards you, having just finished at their own lockers.

“I know.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and shut your locker door. “I meant why are you here – in my life?”

“Aww, I love you, too,” he put on a sickeningly mushy voice and scrunched his face up as he pinched your cheek in mock affection.

You instinctively pushed his hand away and stomped off to stand on the other side of the group – far away from him.

“You know you two are gonna get married one day, right?” one of your guy friends leaned in and whispered to you.

You laughed. “Not a chance in hell.”

~

“Oh my god!” you complained as your unopened Powerade was ripped from your grasp and unforgivingly gulped down by the imbecile you were forced to associate yourself with. “I just bought that!”

Joe shrugged and swallowed the remainder of the blue liquid before wiping his hand over his mouth. “So go and buy another; it’s not like you can’t afford it.”

Before you could register what was happening, one of Joe’s hands had reached out and swiped your purse from where it was tucked under your arm. With no shame whatsoever, he unzipped it and grabbed a couple notes – much more than was necessary.

“Look,” he made a show of holding up your money before starting off, “I’ll even go get it for you.”

With a two-fingered salute, the curly-head shot you a smile before swaggering off – in the opposite direction of the vending machine – leaving you fuming.

And painfully thirsty.

~

You were deep in conversation with one of your friends, relaying your plans for the upcoming break while simultaneously trying your hardest to ignore the constant flurry of punches being thrown at the junction between your forearm and your shoulder.

“OW!” You jerked your head to the side when Joe landed a particularly hard punch, and glared at the male. “That hurt, you fucking abortion!”

He only laughed at you, in a mixture of shock and amusement, and went for another punch; only this time, you countered it and delivered six solid ones to his arm instead.

“Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me,” you growled, accentuating each word with a strike.

He paid no mind to your request, instead choosing to seat himself on the bench next to you, turning up the volume on his ever-present earphones.

You released a small yell of frustration as you turned back around; your friend just shook their head and took a sip of their coffee, already used to seeing this scenario play out.

“Totally gonna get married.”

~

It was the next day and school had let out about a half hour ago. After having finally escaped the throes of Joe Trohman – at least for today – you were on your way down to the local coffee shop, with an extra foamy caffeinated beverage the only thing on your mind.

A tiny sigh of content slipped past your lips as you opened the door and the wonderful aroma of coffee beans and freshly baked pastries wafted through the air. You sat down at your usual spot in the corner booth after placing your order, and got comfortable in your seat.

The comfort and happiness was temporary, though. Because who other than Joe would walk in not a minute later, ordering a coffee and paying with what was no doubt money he took out of your purse.

Cursing under your breath, you slouched down into the booth, praying that he wouldn’t spot you. He did, of course, and a huge grin broke out on his face as he bounded over to you.

“Hey, bitch,” he greeted, sliding into the chair on the opposite end of the table. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I always come here on Wednesdays, dickface,” you retorted, “You know that.”

“Hmph,” was all he offered as a reply, because his mouth was already filled with a bite of your bear claw. He reached for another piece and you shoved the entire plate towards him, suddenly losing your taste for it.

“Look,” you breathed tiredly, shoulders slumping, “I come here to escape the hell that is being around you. So, if you will, kindly fuck off.”

A pained expression formed on the curly-head’s face. “Ouch. Why do you hate me so much?”

Your jaw dropped so far that it almost hit the table. “You’re kidding, right? Oh, please tell me you’re kidding,” you laughed in disbelief.

He looked genuinely confused – like a little puppy – and you scoffed.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, shaking your head before leaning forward and resting your forearms on the table, “You make my life hell every single day. You constantly bully me, you’re always going out of your way to piss me off, and you honestly have no idea why I don’t want to be around you most of the time? How stupid are you?”

Your outburst caught Joe off guard, and he leaned back in his chair as he widened his eyes and held his hands up in defence.

“Woah, hey. All of those things are just me messing around. That’s our thing… isn’t it?” His confidence wavered towards the end of his speech, leaving a bout of uncertainty hanging in the air.

“Our thing?” You nearly jumped out of your skin. “In what world is torture considered a ‘thing’?!”

He narrowed his eyes and held out one hand to you. “’Torture’ is a bit of a strong wor-“

“You have made yourself the bane of my existence for the past four years, Joe!” You didn’t give him a chance to finish, too invested in your implosion. “And for what reason, I don’t know.”

“’Cause I love you,” he blurted.

There was quiet as the two of you just sat there, staring at each other, not daring to blink.

Then…

“You’re not funny, you fucker,” you clicked your tongue, a frown forming on your face. But you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your mouth at the absurdity of it all.

When you realised that Joe hadn’t joined in on the laughter, your face fell and a knot formed in your stomach.

“You are joking… right?”

The panic in your voice and on your face was evident, which was what caused Joe to break. He started laughing seconds later.

“Obviously,” he rolled his eyes before wheezing and gesturing between the two of you, “Do you honestly think that we could ever…? No. Definitely not.”

Your relief was clear by the way your posture relaxed. “Okay, that’s it,” you blew a raspberry and gathered your belongings and drink, “I’m way past my Joe limit. Don’t enjoy the rest of your day, asshole.”

You wiggled your fingers and gave a fake smile before heading for the exit, leaving Joe to toss a crumpled up napkin after you and yell his own goodbye.

“Yeah, better go fix that nest on your head!”

His snarky comment earned him a middle finger in the air, courtesy of your retreating figure, and he kept that stupid grin on his face as you tossed him a final glare.

Then, as you turned around and started down the street, his gaze turned into a solemn one and he watched you walk away, wondering if he would ever be able to let his true feelings show.

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Glorified G- Chapter 27

A/N I’m so sorry for the delay, again. Please send in asks- I hope you enjoy this chapter.

The following day was a blur to Joanne, she’d been sent to the various police stations around Seattle to brief them of the active cases the FBI were handling and telling them what to look out for. There had been a very sudden surge of cases piling up on the FBI’s desk and despite them being very good at what they do there was no way all of the cases could be handled at the same time, so some cases were passed on to other branches of the bureau. Of course, while she was explaining to the guys at the north precinct about a potential stalker on the loose all she could think about was that she could have a stalker, well not just her but the five people she was closest to. Her boyfriend and his four bandmates who she considered to be brothers to her were all in danger.

She’d been sent on a trip around the city to find any homeless people and warn them about getting into cars and accepting money or drugs from strangers, she had taken almost twenty to various shelters- there was a killer targeting the homeless and brutally attacking them, so the aim was to get as many people off the streets and to the safety of a shelter in the hopes of preventing the murders.

After a day of what felt like running errands Jo was ready to collapse into her bed, she took a hot shower to relax before throwing on one of Eddie’s flannel shirts she’d just curled up in bed when the phone rang, she jumped up and rushed to the phone she answered it with the usual,

“Taylor.” There was a long pause before a moment of heavy breathing and then the line went dead, a shiver ran up and down Jo’s spine with a shrug she put the phone down- after the phone call sleep seemed like an impossibility, so she made herself some coffee if she was going to be awake all night she might as well be alert. As the she poured the water into her mug a knock on the door caused her to almost drop the kettle, as she opened the door she kept the kettle in her left hand as a weapon just in case, the door opened to reveal Eddie who looked tired- she was wondering why he was there, it was nearly eight. He let himself in and took a seat at the table,

“You ok, Ed?” He nodded and put his head in his hands,

“I got a creepy call earlier, just someone breathing then they laughed and hung up.” Jo told him about her similar call, “It’s really fucked up.” He concluded and she agreed, sitting beside him she leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder,

“I couldn’t sleep,” She complained to him and he let out a quiet laugh,

“You know some people would say that drinking coffee wouldn’t help you sleep.” He joked and Jo let out a quiet chuckle,

“Those people are stupid.”

Eddie and Jo ended up trying to get some sleep around eleven, they curled up in bed together clutching on to the covers and each other, just as they were nodding off into a blissful sleep a harsh knock on the door startled them, Jo attempted to ignore it but the knocking continued she grabbed her gun from her bedside table- people don’t come over at eleven- her gut was telling her to be on high alert, so she nudged Eddie who was trying to ignore the commotion,

“I’m gonna check it out- I’ll be back.” She whispered and he got out of bed and followed her, the knocking continued. Jo held her gun to her side out of sight, Eddie eyed the gun cautiously,

“Don’t worry I’m not gonna use it.” She whispered to him and he nodded, quickly she flung the door open on the floor was a bouquet of sunflowers, with a small card she quickly picked up the card and read it, ‘some one is watching’ The note was all she needed to sprint after the person who had now disappeared, she didn’t bother to put on any shoes, she skipped the bottom two steps up to her apartment scanning the area she spotted a figure to her left, they were running. She ran after them silently cursing for not putting on any shoes the feeling of the cold, hard floor was quite painful when running. She made it around a corner to see the figure dash down an alley, she knew it was risky and dumb, but she followed running as fast as she could- her lungs were on fire, but she couldn’t slow down and risk losing the person, she bolted down the alleyway convinced that she was closing the gap between her and the person- at the other end of the alley she saw the person getting into a vehicle, pushing herself to move faster she tried to catch up to get a glimpse of the vehicle, or it’s registration plates but it was too dark and she was too late.

Jo felt a sudden pain shoot through her foot and she looked down to see that she had stood on a pile of broken glass,

“Great, fucking great.” She muttered to herself, she hobbled to the nearest streetlight and looked at the wound, with a quiet whimper she pulled the piece of glass out of her foot and hobbled on the back of her heel to the apartment, she was thankful that there wasn’t anyone about as she realised she’d just sprinted a few blocks in just a flannel shirt with a gun in her hand. When she got back to the apartment she searched through the cupboards for a first aid kit, she grabbed the big red box and grabbed some alcohol wipes she gently rubbed it on the cut and held back a wince. Eddie heard Jo mumbling to herself and rushed to her side when he saw her patting a large cut on the sole of her foot he gasped,

“What happened Jo?” She told him and he was quick to drop to his knees beside her and begin dressing the cut, “that looks deep Jo, maybe you should go to the hospital to get it checked out.” He suggested and she shook her head,

“Nah I’m good, I’ll keep an eye on it.” She replied, her gaze wandered to the bouquet on the table, and the card with the writing on- on the back of the card there was a phone number and an address, Beautiful Blossoms florists. Jo smiled, a step in the right direction she’d check them out first thing in the morning.

The following morning Joanne called work and said she would be a little bit late, as she had an errand to run. She drove to the flower shop that the bouquet came from, as she entered the strong smell of various flowers and types of greenery seemed to hit her in the face, the till was to the left and to the right there was a huge display of sunflowers, orange gerberas, maroon dahlias, orange roses with hypericum berries and eucalyptus, it was a beautiful display and it sat proudly in the window- around the room were several large buckets full of many different types of flowers, there was a large area full of greenery,

“Hello?” Joanne called out, there was no sign of anyone,

“Through here honey!”  A voice called, she looked and spotted a small doorway through to another room, she made her way to where the voice came from, in the room a short woman in her early fifties stood beside a table where she was putting a bouquet together, “Hi, what can I do for you?” the woman asked as Joanne entered she looked around at the room and gawked at all of the stunning arrangements,

“Hi, my name is Joanne- I got a bouquet last night around eleven-” She began talking and was trying to figure out why she was there, “there were about half a dozen sunflowers,” She took out the card that was with them, the woman looked almost angry,

“I’m sorry, hun, did you see who delivered them? I think one of my employees stole the flowers, you know just grab a couple from the delivery no one will notice- well I noticed because I was doing inventory and I came about a dozen sunflowers short.”  Jo nodded, as the woman seemed to vent,

“I’ve got a note that was with the flowers, I don’t want to sound rude or anything but it was a kinda creepy note.” Jo said handing the card to the woman,

“That is strange hun, I recognise the writing though- I think it’s my nephew’s. I’ll be having a word with him when he gets back.” She said trying to smooth things out, Jo nodded,

“Where is he now?” She inquired,

“He’s out on a delivery, he should be back soon.” Jo offered the woman a smile,

“Do you mind if I stay to talk him? You see I’m a federal agent and the writing on this note matches a threatening letter sent to my family.” The woman’s face changed completely,

“Oh my! Well, my boy wouldn’t do anything like that! In fact, let me see that note-” She looked at the writing again, “Oh no that isn’t my Jonny’s writing! I’m sorry I must be mistaken.” The bell above the door rang indicating someone entering the shop, the woman scurried to greet the person, and Jo followed her. A scrawny boy in his late teens stood by the door wearing a black t-shirt with the florist’s logo, he looked to his auntie and then to Joanne and his face seemed to flash with recognition,

“Jonny, did you steal from me?” She asked and he shook his head. Joanne watched as the aunt interrogated her nephew, he mentioned something about his mother and the aunt who’s name Jo didn’t manage to get stormed off into the other room where Jo had found her initially. Jo took it upon herself to try and get some answers, she’d told Jonny she had an order to place and that she wanted a receipt to go with it, she’d ordered a Sunflower and gerbera bouquet, and a ‘someone special’ card- hoping that he would write the words incorrectly as in the threatening letter. As he handed her the handwritten receipt she read over the order and stared at the handwriting for a few moments, the words were spelt correctly and the lettering did not match that of the letter- Jo let out a quiet sigh before discreetly changing the subject,

“I feel like I’ve seen you around, you ever been to the off ramp?” She asked Jonny broke into a goofy grin,

“Yeah I’m always there- there’s some great bands on! If I’m not at the off ramp I’m somewhere else looking for new music.” Jo nodded,

“I must’ve seen you there, you heard of Pearl Jam? I mean those guys are something else! The passion! You can just tell they love what they do,” Jonny’s face briefly clouded with anger,

“Eh, they’re not my bag- The singer seems kinda douchey. The bassist and guitarist, Stone and Jeff were in a really fuckin great band, Mother Love Bone- d’you ever get to see them?” As he spoke Jo tried to not get defensive- Eddie is anything but douchey, you little douche- she shook her head and tried to keep her calm,

“No I moved here from the UK a few months ago, I’ll have to get a hold of a tape or somethin.” Jonny nodded,

“I’ve got a spare cassette, you can borrow it and bring it back when you pick up your order.” Joanne nodded, for a second she almost forgot that this could be the guy threatening her and the guys,

“That’d be great thanks, when do I need to pick em up?” She asked, Jonny had told her anytime tomorrow, “That’s great thank you, shit look at the time- I gotta get to work!” Jonny nodded and quickly pulled a cassette out of his backpack, “Thank you, I’ll bring it back tomorrow!” She said rushing out of the door with a slight limp.

Jo gathered her thoughts for a few seconds in the car, not a fucking match, she felt so deflated. She put the cassette in and drove to work, as the first song started she found herself tapping along to the beat,

“Said I’ve been around the world wrote a million songs,

It’s all a bore to me…”

She really loved what she was hearing, Andy’s voice was so full of personality she almost felt the loss that Stone and Jeff must’ve felt, she never even met the guy.

Upon arriving at work Joanne quickly rescanned the handwriting on the receipt, she put it in the small case file she had designated for the ‘case’. A light bulb practically sprung from her head, fingerprints- he had handled the receipt so fingerprints were almost guaranteed, she was left-handed so her prints would be on the left side, Jonny handed it to her with his right hand- so the right side should have some of his prints. She out the paper in an evidence bag and ran to the forensic crime lab, on the way she bumped into Jane,

“Agent Taylor, you missed your appointment yesterday- come see me when you’ve got a minute.” Jo sighed,

“Sorry Jane, I will.”

She managed to find Meg’s office and burst through the door, Meg looked up from some paperwork she was filling in- she had some thin-rimmed glasses halfway down her nose,

“Oh hey, I was just coming to find you - I’ve got some perfect fingerprints and a palm print on the back of the letter, there were three different fingerprint patterns, one will belong to Eddie and one to Mike, but the third belongs to your guy. I ran them through the system, nothing. But at least we have something to compare suspect prints to, think positive and all that jazz.” Joanne smiled and held up the evidence bag,

“The right side of this letter should have some prints for you!” Meg grinned and stood up, she rushed to grab the bag after grabbing a large brown envelope from the table,

“Follow me.” She said leading Joanne down a long cold corridor, the air stank of disinfectant and it seemed cleaner than the air upstairs. Jo concluded that due to the floor being the forensic hotspot of the building it would have to be clean to prevent contamination. Meg led Jo into a large office, the forensic scientist switched off the light and made her way over to a table where a large magnifying glass was situated, a UV light was switched on and Meg opened the brown envelope. The prints on the note began to glow white on the blue background, Meg pulled Jo’s receipt and placed it beside the letter- she pulled an overhead magnifying glass down to compare the fingerprints. Jo watched in awe as Meg began pointing to various points on the prints with what looked like a small black pen, only it didn’t have a nib and was like a pointer- Jo was rarely involved in the forensics side of the job, she generally reviewed forensic files- but being in the lab watching Meg work was mind-boggling, Jo had no idea what she was doing but watched intently,

“What are you doing M?” Jo asked, her voice barely above a whisper,

“Grab a seat and I’ll show you,” Meg responded, Jo, grabbed a small stool and pulled it alongside Meg, “Okay, so every fingerprint is different, nobody has the same prints. Which is why they are so great- also toeprints and footprints are unique to each person but that isn’t relevant- just really freakin cool.” Jo smiled at Meg’s enthusiasm, “so there are a unique set of grooves, what I’m doing is marking four different points on this original print- because if they are the same the receipt’s prints will have grooves in the same place, it’s kind of hard to explain because I’m so used to doing it alone.” She let out an awkward laugh,

“Don’t worry about explaining, just do what you do best my dear.” Jo laughed.

After around half an hour of Meg scanning from one sample to another, Jo was itching to go back to her floor and get to work, she was just about to suggest that she leave Meg to it when Meg spoke up,

“So, from a preliminary analysis, I’d say we’ve got a match!” Jo let out a breath of relief,

“Are you sure?” She asked and Meg nodded in confirmation,

“I’d say so, but of course I’ll enlarge the two images and run a more in-depth analysis of the samples.” Jo thanked Meg and gave her a high five, Jo took the receipt back to her floor after Meg made a copy, giving Jo the copy so she could keep the original with it’s prints. She rushed upstairs to Eleanor and told her about the fingerprints, she showed Eleanor the receipt and Eleanor quickly pointed out the differences in handwriting- Jo nodded in agreement,

“But, look-” Eleanor said grabbing a scrap of paper and a pen, she wrote ‘sunflowers’ twice her handwriting totally different each time, “It’s easy to change your handwriting, I think we should bring him in.” Jo nodded in agreement,

“I’ll call his aunt.” She called the florist,

“Beautiful Blossoms, Maude speaking.” Jo paused for a few moments,

“Hi Maude, it’s Joanne from this morning- I was just wondering where Jonny is, I’d like to ask him a few more questions if that’s alright.” There was a loud sigh on the other side of the line,

“Okay he’s upstairs in his room- let me go call him. One moment.” There were a few minutes of silence before Joanne heard frantic yelling,

“Jonny! Jonny!” A few moments later Maude returned to the phone,

“He’s gone! His room- it’s empty, completely empty all of his things- gone. Oh, God.”

[thedaveandkimmershow]

Yesterday we returned to our hotel after a nailbiter of an experience losing my Disney pass. The reason for our return was that Rachel was leaving for home. Gettin' on a plane and flying outta Orlando.

Appetizers… is part of how we marked the occasion. The other part was realizing how it's quite the blustery day outside. "Blustery" as in maybe the first moves of a hurricane 'cause they just cleared everyone out of the swimming pool.

Now, I just said "hurricane" because that's all I know of Florida and bad weather. What's actually happening, though, is that there's lightning afoot. The thunder that seems to be working its way closer to us makes that perfectly clear.

Not Haunted Mansion thunder, by the way.

Real-as-it-gets thunder.

Very much approaching.

So there's that.

When it's time to go, we're all walking out the door together, down the elevator, along the back of the hotel… at which point there is a lot of thunder.

As in a lot.

We figure that's just Florida throwing a tantrum 'cause Rachel's leaving. Which makes as much sense as anything 'cause this used to be a very sunny, hot day. Like, a couple hours ago.

By the time we reach the front of the hotel, Rachel hails her rideshare and we kill some time taking a bunch of photos of Kimmer and the girls who, most of the time, are making faces.

Okay who am I kidding?

Kimmer was making faces too. 😉

And then Rachel's ride's here and it's hugs all around as we see her away. ☹️

Then it's our turn to hail a rideshare, Linzy, Kimmer, and me.

So now it's five and we're on our ride when, sure enough, the rain starts. Okay the rain pours. I mean serious downpour and we're driving in it… and into more of it. As in there are times when visibility becomes problematic. The road ahead obscures.

It's like that throughout the rest of our drive. Rain, rain, and more rain. Dumping like buckets. To the point where we all realize that we're exclusively dressed for summer weather.

Whoops.

I mean, seriously.

When we arrive at Epcot's rideshare drop-off, it's still raining. And in one of the sweetest moves ever, our driver offers us her umbrella. She actually offers to give us her umbrella.

I won't lie. That really was sweet as hell.

But.

We are, each of us, Seattle born and raised. We can do this no sweat.

So we decline this most generous offer, bid our fare-thee-wells, throw open the doors, and dash from the car to a nearby bus shelter, under cover with a lot of other travelers, most of whom are draped in parkas.

Kimmer gets into a conversation with a woman who works at the park and brought her own parka because she knew it was gonna rain even though the day started out as probably the hottest and sunniest so far.

By 'n by, the rain abates and we can see a section of sky where it's a sunny day. So we walk boldly into such rain as there is under all the overhangs along the path into Epcot. And then we duck under Spaceship Earth with, well, everyone else who just entered the park.

We notice how all of them, most of them, are wearing parkas as well, so, spying a nearby gift shop, we check to see if we can score some for ourselves.

Of course all those people underneath Spaceship Earth had to get their parkas from somewhere, so… the gift shop was absolutely, positively sold.

Out.

Bummer.

We are from Seattle, though. Also, we know blue sky is on the way so we boldly step out from underneath Spaceship Earth on our way to a dinner in France.

We're not even to the lake when Kimmer orders up a red wine sampler along the path. On her way out, cup in hand, she strikes up a conversation with a couple who's also just scored some tasty wine. The husband's in a motorized wheelchair and talks about how earlier in the downpour he gave his little girls a ride. Piled 'em up. And drove off.

Just like that.

It's also his birthday so we wish him the happiest one.

Now previously, we scored some mighty tasty fillet mignon at the Canada cart. So we move right passed it this time, a few minutes later landing in Ireland for sausage and mashed potatoes.

At this point, the rain's completely stopped and the blue sky is pulling into place right above us.

Ish.

Cross the bridge into France and Linzy dashes ahead to that bakery where she scored that heavenly chocolate mousse the other day. Meanwhile, we stop short at the France cart for Coc au Vin with Pommes Dauphine. Top it off with Creme Brulee with Grande Marnjere for dessert.

Perfection.

Linzy actually grabs a table for the three of us where we can have our meal together. For us, an entree and dessert. For Linzy, just straight up dessert because she just scored three baked chocolate sweets with plenty of frosting.

When dinner comes to its end, we head back to the front of the park to catch the monorail to the Magic Kingdom.

On our way, offers to play photographer whilst we ham it up in front of Spaceship Earth. 🤣

By the way, I always enjoy the monorail between Epcot and the Magic Kingdom. It's a lovely light rail experience in the sky.

Especially as the sun goes down.

Now we're walking down the ramp at the Transportation Center. Our options at this point are to head up the ramp on the other side of the monorail station... or catch the ferry.

I'm thinking monorail.

Kimmer's thinking monorail.

Linzy, however, suggests the ferry. And since it's how we began this particular Disney adventure, it strikes me as the perfect idea provided we catch the one at the dock right now.

We do catch it, by the way. We are, in fact, last ones to board, climbing the staircase to the upper deck as the lower one's filled up.

That ferry ride across the lake to the Magic Kingdom is one won't forget anytime soon. The sun was actively setting at that moment and we were literally experiencing magic hour on our way to the Magic Kingdom.

It was breathtaking.

Once inside the gates, we head straight for that Starbucks halfway up Main Street U.S.A. on the right.

Why?

Well, because the two frosted baked sweets bought in France are melting inside the thin cardboard box holding them.

And that won't do.

So we're looking for a plastic container or cup with a lid to keep those tasty treats in one piece.

Ish.

After that, Linzy heads to an Adventureland or Frontierland gift shop for a friend whilst we split another Dole Whip Pineapple Swirly.

Now, we're in the last hour of the park being open. No worries, though, because we only have one item on our Last Thing To Do In Disneyland lost.

Big.

Thunder Mountain.

Railroad.

What can I say? This ride is the most iconic of all our Disney family adventures. The reason for that's because it's the one consistent ride across both parks. It's the same ride in both parks, neither one better than the others. Which makes it the perfect touchstone of our collective family memories.

And right before we enter the building on our way to the front of the line?

Yeah.

Pyrotechnic artistry begins exploding above Cinderella's Castle and Fantasyland.

The timing was exquisite.

And pretty wonderful to take in between the three "mountains" that define the ride.

After Big Thunder Mountain, Linzy wanted to walk over to Fantasyland where, provided she didn't care about the the projection mapping on Sleeping Beauty's Castle, she'd have a better view.

Which.

She.

Did.

She got magnificent, slow motion video of the fireworks expanding dramatically above us.

Okay.

Kimmer had been talking Peter Pan's Flight since the previous evening when she 'n I experienced it. And, with magnificent fireworks video captured inside her phone, Linzy decide to give it a go.

So we all jump into a sailing ship and soar high above London together.

And then we're done.

Oh sure, we tried to sneak into the Seven Dwarfs Mine ride... and we were almost successful... but alas. We got busted and sent on our way.

This time, instead of using a hidden side street, we walk back down Main Street U.S.A. 'cause Linzy has one more friend for whom to shop. Not before we snap some awesome photos of Sleeping Beauty's Castle, though. 😉

After that, a Collison-Ris innovation. You see, it costs a bunch to get back to our hotel from the Transportation Center. Plus, there's a lot of people also calling in rideshares. So chances are we've gotta lotta waiting in front of us to which we're not looking forward.

Woof.

The innovation is, since the Disney buses connect all the resorts to the parks, we can take a bus to the resort closest to our hotel for free... and then call in a rideshare.

Linzy figured out which resort that would be, Saratoga Springs, 11 minutes from our hotel, so we joined the long line of people at bus stop 17.

It didn't take long at all, delivering us home in about 45 minutes.

Quick fun fact:

On our way down the sidewalk along the side of our hotel, we crossed paths with a New York chef. He was moving awfully slow and awkward using crutches.

You see, he had knee replacement surgery on his left knee three months ago... making his left knee his good knee. In the meantime, his right knee... is I'm pretty bad shape.

Two months... 'til it gets replaced.

Now the reason this is a fun fact isn't because he's a chef. And it isn't because he's from New York.

He's from the Bronx.

And he speaks like he's from the Bronx, if you know what I mean. He didn't just say his family's three-bedroom was a castle, he emphasized how it was a fudging castle.

Only he didn't say "fudging".

And then we were back at our rooms. Linzy did some laundry. We watched the Big Bang Theory Disneyland episode. The ones where the girls skip out on their jobs for the day and get made up like Disney princesses at the park.

And then like that!

We're asleep.

When I wake up this morning it's not the 530AM I've been doing all week long for our Disney Days. It's 930 in the morning and I've got that song "Remember Me" from Pixar's "Coco" playing sweetly I'm my head.

This.

Was a slow morning.

A slooooooooow...

Morning.

Kimmer's easing into the day out on the balcony. Linzy's taking her time packing.

By 10:45 she's got it all wrapped up and we're sitting around the kitchen island for homemade breakfast sandwiches 'n Trader Joe's lattes while looking over yesterday's Dispo photos from Linzy's camera.

Stunning. Is all I can say.

Gorgeous.

Beautiful.

Inspired.

Delightful.

Totally pro quality.

So yeah. Turns out I have a bunch of things to say about those pictures.

After, she showed us the latest from Ariana Grande (the song that starts with a looper) & Bruno Mars (his most recent with that specific seventies vibe) before we all left the room to walk to the front of the hotel for a few final family photographs and our last moments together...

...before her ride scooped her up.

Took her away.

And then...

It was just the two of us.

🙂

[likikoari-home]

The Abduction Down on Hyperion Road

Description: Alternate London, 1860. Things are going well all around. Business is booming and For the first time in a long time The Inventor is making money again. On to the scene is Jack, A star in town that a great many adore and a great many fear. Things seem like they couldn’t go bad until at least the voyages across the ocean return (or don’t). That is until a report appears in the News: Angel, Jack’s Daughter has gone missing. Many suspect murder, many suspect she ran away. Either way, something must be done to bring her home. and So the adventure begins as investigator team Nisha and Tim are hired to locate and bring her home Borderlands Steampunk London AU

Hi, This Fic is Written in conjunction with Borderland Big Bang/ Borderlands Reverse Bang. an Event that took place on tumblr where Artist and Authors work together to create stories! I do apologise for this incomplete state, I do however plan to continue working on this fic, I also apologise for any Formatting or Paragraphing issue, half of this was written on a phone and the other half written on a computer.  Thank you very much for reading my fic and for checking out my Paired Artist Dauverney My Fanfiction.net post (if you prefer reading it there): https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12883032/1/The-Abduction-Down-on-Hyperion-Road My Wattpad post: https://my.w.tt/IaPX1c59DL My Artists Tumblr: http://dauverney.tumblr.com/ Borderlands Big Bang: https://borderlandsbigbang.tumblr.com/

Smoke and flashes, These are daily events for star actors like him. The Handsome Jack, Male lead role in the play, Death’s Dances with Gods. He raises his hand in a wave to the crowd, thanking all for their attendance and praise and finally escaping into his house after such a long day. “You’re late.” “What else you expect kiddo? Me to be on time?” The actor let out his loud laugh and picked up the girl, spinning her around. She laughed and screamed until he put her down.

“You’re getting heavy Angel.” “That’s very rude to say to a girl you know.” Angel crossed her arms with a humph, playing up how she was annoyed by the comment. “Oh cut me some slack cupcake. You’re growing. Any day now you’ll be a big girl and I won’t even be able to lift you!” Jack laughed as he lead her back into the study. “That’s right! I’ll be turning ten soon~” She light up, her face bright and excited. “You have to promise me you’ll do something special for me okay!” “Like what?” “uh…” She paused to think for a bit about what she could possibly want. “I know! You should bake me a big fancy cake. just like mom would have” “Do I have to bake it myself? Can’t I just buy it?” “You gotta do it yourself! But don’t worry, I’ll help” Angel said as if she was the best cake maker in the world. “Alright Pumpkin, but for now let’s check up on how your schoolwork is going”

–

A knock rang through the office where Nisha sat, feet on the desk reading the paper. “Tim! Can you get the door? I’m busy!” The man peaked into her cubby. “Busy with What?” “Busy. Now stop makin? the customer wait” she flicked a cigarette at him to get him moving, and he quickly did. The door opened with a loud commotion. A shriek from Tim and a shattering crash. Nisha grunted annoyed and stepped out to see what happened. Standing over Tim was a man everyone in town knew, Handsome Jack. Standing this close she could see how similar the twins really looked, similar angular Features and heterochromatic eyes. “Whatever it is you want Jack you need to calm down and not break anything else” The agitated twin shot around and went over to her, desperation, fear, in his eyes. “Nish you gotta help me! Please!” “You know we’ll help, just calm down so you can talk. Take a seat.” “Now, what happened? Why’d you attack Tim?” “Angel. He took Angel. I know it!” His voice was still shaky and panicked. His thoughts couldn’t be clear, especially if he was saying what she thought. “I told you. I haven’t seen Angel since last week” The ginger stood and rubbed his neck, voice hoarse from the shriek. Jack gave a harsh glare to his twin, his hands clenching again. “Bullshit! She went to your house last night to bring you an invite to her birthday!” “Tim?” “I didn’t see her Jack” “She must have been grabbed somewhere between your places. We’ll go get searching. Tim get ready to go out" Tim nodded and grabbed his Jacket, heading out to the blocks between his house and Jacks as Nisha stayed to keep a watch over him. “You want a drink or anythin’?” “Huh? Uh yeah. Whiskey would be fine.” Even though he was still antsy Tim leaving seemed to help him start to clear his thoughts.

“So, start from the beginning. What happened?” Nisha walked over and sat by him, setting down the platter with drinks and ice. One of the drinks Jack quickly took and downed as he began recalling the events of the day. “I had come home from the theater, the final showing. I spent the evening with Angel helping her with homework and planning her birthday. Once we finished making the cards she convinced me to let her go out on her own to deliver them. While waiting for her to return I fell asleep. When I woke up it was morning and I couldn’t find her anywhere. I went to every house that an invitation was to be delivered to and she hadn’t been to any of them. Tim would have been the first she’d have gone to cause his house is so close. How could she get snagged up so quickly? God, I’m an idiot. Why did I let her go out on her own!?” He was crying. “My little angel…” Nisha sighed. If Jack wasn’t so needlessly angry at Tim, right now he’d have been the one here instead of her. This was nowhere in any way her field of expertise and it was draining to see the grown man crying. “Jack look, everything will be fine. Tim is out there looking for Angel right now, or at least some lead that could get us going in the right direction. You’re not a bad Father.” She would do anything to get out of this, or at least get the man to stop crying. Which slowly, and after a refill of whiskey, he did. “Is there anything I can do to help at all?” “Yeah. You can go back home and stay calm. This panicking thing does not help you, her, or us. You can also prepare a list of people for us to visit and look for her. Also, crying ruins your looks and there’s very few in town that enjoy that.” the last line she added with a laugh, trying to clear the air of the lingering dread. “What would staying home help? I should be out looking for her.” “No, if she got lost somewhere last night the first thing she’s gonna do now is try to find her way home. Or worst case scenario if she was captured by some east city creep she’s tough, and if she escapes the first place she’s gonna try and run is again home. So you have to stay there. Now get going.” She practically booted him out the door, and as she closed it she could hear his mutterings of what he’d do to the dickbag that stole his little girl… and quietly agreed in her mind that she’d bring him there to do it.

The pair had been scouring the streets for a few hours when Timothy finally turned up with a clue. A simple bag filled with invitations. It was found in an alley near a shop selling magical wares, ‘Brothers Atlas’. Entering the store Nisha and Tim looked around. Everything ranging from burglar warding tins to ingredients to enchanted weaponry. “Hey Welcome! Anything we Can help you with today?” The detectives both jumped a bit, startled by the shopkeep’s sudden appearance. Nisha spoke up to the short man first. “Yeah. We’re investigators, searchin’ for a missin’ girl. We found a pack of letters by here. You hear anything last night?” The Irishman shook his head. “Ma’am We’re set up on the east side. We hear everything at night every night.“ Nisha rolled her eyes at the short one’s sass. “Alright, did you hear a little girl scream and get dragged away?” “I don’t think so, but I sleep like a log so let me go ask my brother” The man walked up into the back room.

“So Nisha. Where you think they get all this stuff?” Tim was inspecting a small ivory cat, some kind of luck charm. “Don’t really matter. Not like they got anything illegal in here. Not like we’re cops” “Yeah but It’s still something to think about” They heard bickering coming into the room. Accompanying the short one was a tall one. Silver arms and an eye patch. “Hey, investigators? Who you working for?” “Private investigators. We don’t give that info out. Anyway We’re looking for a missing girl. You hear anything like her getting captured last night” Tall one shook him head. “Sorry Ma’am. Last night was pretty quiet” Nisha grunted annoyed. “Alright boys. Thank you for your compliance “ Before Tim could further question the pair Nisha ended the conversation and lead them out.

Tim stumbled behind her as they left. “Woah slow down- Why’d you leave so soon? We didn’t even get to question them” Nisha kept walking, not missing a beat. “1. You really think those boys would have taken her? 2. You really think that if they did, they’d tell us anything and 3. There more shops around to question. Let’s not waste our whole day in one location, otherwise we might as well not look for the girl. “ Tim thought about it, and nodded. As they Headed into the next store, a place Called Scooter’s Steam Stables.

Jack sat at home, cooped up in his house at the demand of the investigators. But it still felt wrong. “I should be out there helping!” He stood up and went to the closet to pull out his jacket. “But I can’t! What if she does manage to come home? Damn it!” Jack slammed on the closet the pulled it open, pulling on his Jacket and opening the door. “Hey handsome, you going somewhere?” A startled yell and Jack jumped back from the door. “Crap Moxxi What the hell!? Knock when you come over!” The woman gave a loud laugh. “I would but you seem to have gotten to the door first. Now are you going to show me in or not?” Jack stammers a bit but welcomes her in, taking her coat and hanging his. It probably is best he stay and wait for angel. Especially with his manager here now. “So where were you going?” That wasn’t a good question right now damn it. “Uh. To the store.” “In a fervent rage? Also you never go shopping alone. Jack tell me the truth. You know I care for you.” “You care that I make you money" Moxxi gave him a whap on the head. “Wasn’t I your girlfriend before I was your manager?” Jack flinched and glared at her then sighed. “It’s Angel, she went missing and the investigators told me to stay home, But it feels wrong! Angel’s my sweet little girl, I need to be out there, helping her….” “Well then get out there. I’ll hold down the fort for you.” Jack looked at Moxxi to see a rare expression, a heartfelt smile and empathy. Jack nodded and without another word slipped on his jacket and dashed out. Heading straight to Timothy’s

Tim and Nisha Poured over what they had gathered for evidence. Which was honestly just a pathetic amount of one bag of dropped letters. No snow or soot meant no footprints, back alley on the east side of london meant that even if there were signs of a struggle it would be impossible to know if they were from Angel or not. No one claimed to have heard anything. The trail was going cold. Nisha downed a whiskey and looked at Tim. “How are we out of leads already? This Is THE Handsome Jack’s Daughter. The News has already printed her absence in the paper! There has to be some sort of lead somewhere!” “Thanks for pointing out the obvious Nisha. It Really helps the process” Tim sorted through the letters, checking for if there would be any clues or ‘A-ha!’ Moment’s hidden in them. “Also could you Not drink right now. It’s not helping anyone” “Tim shush. Your Sarcastic assholeness is way to Jack right now. And the whiskey helps me think” Tim just continued looking. “Why was she even out delivering these on her own? It’s not very like Jack to let her do anything unsupervised… “ Nisha leaned back in her chair. “Don’t ask me like I know. Maybe she convinced him it was some kind of right of passage in to growing up” Tim looked at his own invitation with confusion. “That just doesn’t make sense Nish. She was only turning ten.” Nisha suddenly sat up. “Wait how old?” “Uh Ten?” Nisha shot up from Her Chair and grabbed tim dragging him out the door. “Woah Nisha Slow down! What did you figure out?” Why did she always have to do this… “Ten! You had a hunch about that Magic shop didn’t you? Well now it’s starting to make sense. Magic Powers start to manifest at the age of ten! If hers started to show while she was out on the street, maybe near a magic shop that claim they didn’t hear anything…” Of course “So We’re going to go on a stake out and see if we can find any evidence?” ”Exactly”

[werenzki]

Auston Matthews #1.2

PART 1

kaz-in-the-impala said: This was great! I hope you do a part two!! 💙

hotnhlplayers said: ^^

Anonymous said: Please continue the Auston Matthews imagine you just posted 👏🏻🙏🏻

Anonymous said: Auston Matthews part two please

Anonymous said: that auston matthews scenario u wrote was so cute lol i need a second part during their dinner date!!

A/N: In honour of the first part reaching 100 notes I decided to post this earlier than planned. I just wanna say thanks for the response on this imagine I did, I hope you all like the second part as much as the first :) it turned out to be much longer than intended and also I couldn’t kept writing soooo feel free to send me requests or request another part of this story cause why not 

Word Count: 2,520

The date was casual. That’s what you two had discussed via text messages for the past 4 days now. Since it was reading week, your whole week was free but spend stressing over the much anticipated dinner date with Auston Matthews. After Mitch was done teasing you, you hounded him with questions. 

“Has he talked about me with you?” You asked Mitch through your cell phone as you were gathering up your belongings before heading out the door of your place. 

“Some, yeah,” Mitch replied.

“Some?” You groaned. “You’re absolutely no help, Mitchell,” 

“What? We’re dudes, we don’t go into every single detail about shit, besides hockey,” 

Another groan came from you as you took the elevator down to the parking garage. You were due to be at the local pizza parlour in 30 minutes, and be on your first date with Auston, and it wasn’t unlike you to be stressed out. It took at least an hour to decide on an outfit - black jeans, white shirt and a jean jacket was the outcome of that mess - and then your hair wasn’t curling right so you ended up taking longer then planned to straighten it again. The only thing that went right was the simple flick of your eyeliner, rare but you were so thankful.

“Fine, I’ve got to go and drive now, but I’ll see you later okay?”

“Good luck on the date, Y/N/N,” Mitch said as you were unlocking your car. “Don’t fuck it up,” 

“Gee thanks, twerp,” you hissed before hanging up. Just as you were buckling in and starting up the engine of your car, you got a text from Mitch. 

Wait you’re gonna say hi after the game right?

like always mitchy

Okay good, have fun with Auston

When you walked into the pizza parlour, your stomach growled and made you realize that you hadn’t eaten like at all today. Bad first date move. As you’ve learnt in the past, eating as little as possible during the first date meant less money spent - for whoever picked up the bill. You didn’t want to seem like the bad person and get an overload of food for the other to pay for. 

Your focus of walking towards the hostess was distracted by a sudden phone call, Auston’s name read across the screen. Here he was, ditching you last minute cause he realized how out of his league you are. “Hey,” you answered the call. 

“I’m in the back booth,” he stated without even a hello. Your eyebrows pulled together as you looked around. “To your left,” Auston said, you could hear the smile in his voice - holding back the laughter. Just as you looked towards the back of the restaurant, to your left, you saw Auston’s head leaning into the aisle and he was in fact grinning at you. 

“Is this funny to you?” You asked him, speaking into the phone.

“Hilarious, actually,” he smiled. 

“Maybe I’ll just turn back around and go then, I’m not that hungry anyways,” 

“Come back here,” Auston immediately responded but kept that stupid - ly cute - smile on his face. You rolled your eyes and hung up the phone while walking his way. 

As you walked up to the booth, Auston stood up and you took in his outfit. Black dress pants, shiny dress shoes, a checkered button up, black tie and his suit jacket was hanging in the hook beside the booth. You inhaled sharply while giving him a quick hug.

“Clearly I undressed,” you said while raising a brow at his outfit. 

“I’m going straight to the arena after this,”

“I know the drill, Mitch made me go shopping with him at the beginning of the season for suits,” 

“Made you,” he snorted. 

“Fine, I liked helping him out but just know I’m to thank for his amazing suits,” 

“Like that god awful purple one?” Auston asked while sipping on his water. 

“Hey, it’s a nice suit,” you defended with a stern voice. Auston chuckled and leaned back in the booth as you opened the menu that sat in front of you. Immediately your eyes read over the daily specials and what sort of pizza toppings you can get. 

“I think you look-” Auston cleared his throat as your eyes flickered from the menu to the nervous looking boy sitting across from him. “I think you look great by the way,” he finally managed to spit it out and made you blush with it too. 

“Thank you,” you said softly before returning your attention to the menu. You’d be lying if you were to say the feeling in your stomach was solely from how hungry you were, Auston had caused an eruption of butterflies in there. 

After ordering the two of you flew into conversation. First touching on some basic facts about one another, then some childhood memories and even touching on the horrendous high school years. It was all smiles and laughter between you two. It felt so natural - of course there were still moments you had to pinch yourself under the table cause never would you think you could get a guy as perfect as Auston. 

“What made you get into Sports Med?” Auston asked as the plates of pizza were being delivered. 

“Mitch,” you answered with a slight shrug. “He got pretty hurt this one time when he was like 15, and all I wanted to do was help. And I, like everyone else, knew that Mitch wasn’t stepping away from hockey so I decided to step into it, in a way,” you smiled. 

“You guys are pretty close, hey?”

“He’s like my brother,” you smiled. 

“Are you planning to work for the Leafs?” Auston asked.

“Yeah, it’s the dream but really I’ll just like to work,” you explained. “Not to the same extent, but it’s kinda like being drafted, where ever you get the job is fine you just want to work right?”

“Yeah, Toronto isn’t that bad though,” Auston admitted with a smile. You mirrored the smile and grabbed you drink to take a small sip. 

“You don’t think so?” You asked in a teasing tone, well aware that he was hinting that he was enjoying his time here because more than just playing hockey. Auston smiled and then took a bite of pizza. 

The date went on, never feeling too awkward, that was till the bill came and you were so close of grabbing ahold of it. Auston smiled at you from across the table while you crossed your arms at your chest. Sure, it was some stupid rule that the guy paid for the date but that’s not how you rolled. You could very well afford a dinner bill, even if Auston Matthews of the Leafs made more money than you did, you weren’t incapable. 

“Split it,” you said and it wasn’t a suggestion. 

Auston’s lips turned upwards into a small smile. “I asked you to dinner,” he stated while taking his credit card from his wallet. 

“Nearly got you begging,” you taunted with your eyes still narrowed in annoyance. “Still, I don’t want you paying for it all, Auston,” 

Auston was passing the credit card to the waiter, pushing a few buttons in the machine and then taking the card and saying a quick thank you to the young man before he walked away from the booth. He was ignoring you while you were still glaring at him. He stood up, slipping into his suit jacket before grabbing your jean jacket that you had hung up and waited for you to stand too. You did, relentlessly, and pouted as he held the jacket up to help you in it. 

“You can get the bill next time,” Auston said into your ear after you had the jean jacket on. You smiled as your back was to him. 

“Next time, huh?” 

“Don’t go making me beg again, Y/N,” Auston said as the two of you were about to leave - he was quick to grab your hand and hold the door open too. Those butterflies were back again. 

It was cool outside in the streets of Toronto. You took a step closer to Auston’s body to hope for some heat to radiate from him. He just chuckled and dropped your hand to bring his arm around you. “You’re coming to the game, right?” He asked as you lead the way to where your car was parked just across the street. 

“Yup,” you smiled.

“Good,”

“Gunna keep that winning streak going?” 

“The other night was nothing, you just wait,”

“Don’t talk too much smack, Matthews, you are playing Boston,”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You think we’re not good enough to beat ‘em?”

You chuckled and shook your head at him while reaching for your keys. “They’re a pretty good team,” 

“Who’s side are you on, Y/N?” Auston said while narrowing his eyes at you. You laughed and leaned against your car. You could see some people in Leafs jerseys, the number 34 on most, walking around the downtown streets around you. 

“Been a Leafs fan for my whole life, Marner of the Leafs for a year now,” you stated with a shrug. 

“I’ve seen you in his jersey,” 

“You have?” 

“Can’t miss the pretty girl hugging Mitch after each game,” you blushed at his words. Eyes falling to the pavement, your arms were crossed at your chest now. The thought of Auston noticing you before brought a new flood of feelings. You’ve obviously noticed him before, but you never thought he’d noticed you. “I have to get going,” Auston stated while taking a step towards you.

“I had a good time, Auston,” you said. 

“I did too,” Auston leaned forward as your breath hitched. Watching as his lips came closer, you got nervous but excited at the same time. Your eyes closed as his lips came in contact with your cheek. You didn’t open your eyes till his face was away from yours. He was giving you that smug look. “I don’t kiss on the first date,” he shrugged. 

“Must mean I’ll be hearing some begging for that second date then, huh?” You teased as he took a few steps backwards. He chuckled and shook his head. 

“I’ll see you later,” Auston said before turning around completely and you got into your car. 

You drove to the arena, changing from your jean jacket to the Marner jersey you had in the back seat. You fixed your hair before entering the arena and meeting up with Mitch’s family. After getting your tickets scanned, you grabbed a drink and then found your seats. You liked being as close to the ice as possible, this time you guys got tickets behind the penalty box for the Leafs - meaning you’d probably be seeing Mitch a bunch tonight. 

Just as you were taking your seat you phone buzzed in your hand. 

Where am I looking when I get my goal tonight?

You shook your head at the cocky comment from Auston. But couldn’t help as the corners of your lips turned upwards. 

behind the penalty box, tell mitchy we’ll see him after that hooking call

He says you’re not funny, but I think you’re pretty funny. And just pretty.

is this you trying to get that second date??

I don’t already have it?

i didn’t hear any begging did you?? ;)

Oh, you’ll hear enough, later. 

good luck out there tonight

Just as you shut the screen on your phone you looked over to see Mitchell’s mom smiling at you. “What?” You asked. She shook her head and had a few pieces of popcorn before looking at the ice and smiling. 

“I heard from a little birdy that you went on a date earlier,” she said.

“That little birdy has a big mouth,” you grumbled.

“Well,” she began, “how did it go?”

“Good,” you sighed, “really good,” 

“Auston seems like a good guy, Y/N, it would only make sense if you’re not going to date my Mitch then he seems like a good fit too,” you chuckled and rolled your eyes at her dramatics while mentioning the fact Mitch and you weren’t getting together. She’s been planning the wedding for years, despite the many times you both had told her that you don’t ever see that happening. 

During warm ups you saw Auston, Mitch, Willie and Matt all huddled together during drills. Then Mitch was pointing your way and Matt was smacking Auston on the back before skating off. Mitch sure did have a big mouth. You wouldn’t be surprised if he went posting about Auston and yours date on Instagram. Speaking of, you went to check his Instagram story to see a picture of Auston tying his skates, a smile on his face and a caption reading ‘why the big smile bud?’ you could only shake your head and screenshot the picture before turning your attention back to the ice for the national anthem. 

“Honestly, can’t say I’m too surprised that he’s the first one in this box tonight,” Mitch’s dad muttered as his son skated to the open door. He looked up and you stuck your tongue out at him before having some popcorn. 

The Leafs were now killing a power play and working to keep the scoreboard clear for the next 2 minutes. You briefly watched as Auston skated up to the player with the puck, suddenly when you weren’t paying much attention, he was skating by himself towards the Bruins nets. The goalie got ready as their two defensemen and a few Leafs were catching up. 

Mitch was standing in the penalty box as Auston sent the puck flying towards the net. The red light going off and the horn blaring as the arena went crazy. You stood from your seat and began to cheer, clapping and screaming while Mitch left the penalty box and skated over to celebrate with the other four players on the ice. 

Just after he flicked his damn wrist and hit each one of the players gloves on the bench, he bumped the Leafs goalie and then looked your way. You shook your head but couldn’t get rid of the grin on your face. He pointed and smiled and then was back into the game again. 

“If you don’t keep seeing that boy, I swear to God, Y/N,” Mitch’s mom said beside you as you two sat back down. 

“He’s not too bad, I guess,” you shrugged. Honestly, you just wanted to hear him beg you for another date. “We’ll see,” you sighed as the game kept going in front of you. 

But there wasn’t much to see, cause you were so stupidly into Auston that you felt sick to your stomach. Your little crush took a full whirl wind and you were falling you the boy. Only less than a week of knowing him and one date and you couldn’t think straight as you watched the number 34 zoom past you. You were either in trouble, or maybe not, but you knew for sure it was going to be quite the ride.   

[saviormysticmeme]

yooooo idk if you take requests but here's one of you want it???? so can i get SUPER fluffy wedding vows? for the rfa plus the minor trio? it's cool if you dont want to do it tho

I’m totally down to try requests!!!I feel like I’m kind of awkward with fluff and it always comes out more ‘Poetic’ than the cute fluff,  so I don’t know if they’ll all meet the SUPER level of Fluff but I’ll sure try! I hope you like it, feel free to leave comments or constructive criticism!

Yoosung:

He’s shaking a little. Wiping his sweaty palms on his pants.

He takes a deep breath and

  “MC, when we first met on the chat I was so nervous. I had talked to you for all of 5 minutes and I already knew I was going to fall in love with you. You were just so sweet, and kind, and whenever you got on the chat…Everything just felt better.”|   “Then I realized I didn’t even know what love was. I thought love was that feeling I had whenever we talked on the phone, but no, not even close.”     “Then I thought Love was the feeling of when I saw you in person for the first time. You looked like an angel, the type that revives players after the whole team has fallen. I thought you were going to revive me…But that still wasn’t love.”   “Love wasn’t the first time we kissed.”   “Love wasn’t moving in together”   “Love was …Love was the little moments.”   “Love was you cheering with me after winning a match even if you didn’t get LOLOL that much. Love was us taking care of each other while the other was sick. Covering each other with a blanket when we’d pass out after studying too hard. It was bringing surprise coffees to each other.”   “Love is the look in my eyes right now, staring at you. And I hope you can see it and I hope you know it’s nowhere near as beautiful as you or your soul but it’s everything I have to offer you.”                   “Will you accept it MC? Will you accept my Love?”

Jaehee

She’s calm, she’s content.

She takes one of your hands in both of hers and stares into your eyes

   “MC, I never expected this when we first met. I thought you were just going to be my new coworker, maybe friend at most. I didn’t expect you to make me the happiest woman alive.”   “It’s funny how things change over time isn’t it? When you first joined the RFA I didn’t even trust you to throw a party, but now…Now I trust you with my life. With my love. With my eternal happiness. Because to make me happy all you have to do is be by my side, because you make the world so much better. You make everything more fun, more pure.”   “I feel like because of my workplace appearance, everyone assumes I’m somewhat emotionless. Like I don’t have feelings, but I can tell you see me for so much more. But who knows, maybe you see more because I feel more when I’m with you. I used to aspire to be ‘successful’ but my idea of ‘Success’ was having a good job that I enjoyed, and while that’s a nice thought, I realize ‘Success’ is something else.   “It’s those moments when we’re holding each other and watching movies. Those moments when we laugh together. Those moments when we’re both behind the counter of the coffee shop pouring different drinks, but we glance at each other and we both smile.”   “I know this is Success because I don’t have any need to advance anymore. I’m content with this. I want the rest of my life to be like the way it is now.”                   “I want to spend the rest of my life with you MC”

Zen

He’s memorized his speech of course

He takes your hands in his, his touch is gentle

He takes a deep breath, ready to deliver his speech with all his gusto…but then lets it out his mouth slowly

This isn’t a performance, he reminds himself. This is true love.

   “MC, as an actor I understand just how powerful words can be. But I can also understand how that power can be overlooked. Sometimes I get scared…scared that when I tell you “I love you” you don’t know I mean “I love you with all my heart and I could never dream of a life without you”. I get scared that you think my version of ‘Love’ is devalued because I use the word so much, that you don’t know how strongly I mean it. When I say I love you, I don’t mean ‘I like having you around’ I mean ‘I need you’. When I call you ‘My Love’ I’m not calling you my partner, I’m calling you my soulmate, my better half.”

A tear or two start welling up in his eye, but he can’t bare to talk his hands away from yours.

   “And you’ve shown me a Love I’ve never had. All my life I felt unloved, until I became famous. Then I had strangers on the street telling me they loved me. And I expected that to fill this hole that had been growing in my heart, but it never quite did the job.”   “I had grown up feeling like I couldn’t be truly loved because of the way I looked. I felt like people would like me for my face and body and they wouldn’t even pay mind to what I was really like. I felt like they’d ignore my flaws just to look at me.”   “And the idea of someone looking past your flaws is nice, but not when they’re looking at someone who isn’t you. When people would ignore my flaws, it’s because they were looking at Zen.”

He gently squeazed your hands

No matter how much he had practiced his lines he still didn’t feel prepared

   “Then there was the first time you said you loved me.”

   “You did something thousands of fans and friends could not. You filled the hole in my heart. You taught me what it was to truly be loved. Not just for looks or talent, but for heart and soul as well. You didn’t ignore my flaws, you took them in your hands and showed them love and care. You said ‘We can work on them’.”    “You were never looking at Zen, you were looking at me, Hyun Ryu. And I                hope you choose to keep looking at him for the rest of our lives.”

Jumin

He’s staring into your eyes

He’s ready and jumps right into it

   “MC. I love you.”   “Every moment I’m with you is like the moment you first jump into a cold lake. The first time you jump out of a plane to skydive. That feeling you have when speeding down an empty highway at 100 mph with the top down. Being with you makes me feel things so intensely I thought my heart would burst the first time we met.”   “You make me feel alive.”    “I don’t think I’ll ever know what it is to ‘live’ again if you’re not with me. “   “I know we come from different places, I’m privileged enough to come from a place that many people don’t, and I haven’t always paid much attention to it. I’ve been…cold to others. You taught me what it is to show warmth, compassion, to other humans. You’ve made me such a better man, and I have no doubt you will only continue to do so. “

He takes your hands in his.

   “But not only are you admirable for being kind, you are strong too. Most people are intimidated by my status, they roll over to appease me and offer nothing but their meek support. You are unafraid to tell me when I am wrong, when I am getting cold again. I know I have a long, long, way to go on my path to becoming a better person, and it’s your strength I need to keep me on track.    “MC, if you promise to stay by my side and help me grow, I promise to give      you everything you could ever want in life. Whether it be material things, or                      every ounce of love my heart produces. It’s all yours”

Saeyoung

   “First of all I’d like to apologize. I always said we’d get married in a Space station…unfortunately the world isn’t that advanced yet and, MC, I can’t wait any longer. I want to marry you so badly…I hope you can forgive me for being impatient to spend the rest of my life with you.”   “Second, I want to thank you. You saved me, not only from others, but from myself. If I hadn’t met you I’d be hunched over my computer right now, doing god knows what, instead of looking into the eyes of the most beautiful person in the world.”   “I want to hold you in my arms forever, MC. I can see us now, just laying on a blanket staring at the night sky, talking about anything and everything, until our spaceship is ready. Then we’ll take a vacation out to space and take a trip around the earth. And you know what I will say to you everyday? Everyday I’ll tell you that I didn’t leave my world, because you’re my world. And it’ll be so cheesy and you’ll stop laughing after the hundredth time probably, but I’ll keep saying it so you never forget it MC. So you never forget that you are my everything.”           “Will you allow me to be your everything? Will you marry me?”

Saeran

He’s fidgeting.

You guys didn’t invite a lot of people, but the 10 pairs of eyes staring are enough to make him uncomfortable

“Saeran we can save the vows and everythi-” You were gonna try offering to do it all later

“No” His eyes snapped to you instead of your friends and family. You took his hands in yours. He’s not big on PDA but it hand holding usually soothes him a bit so you hope it helps. He glances down and seems to relax a little, then looks back to you.

You guys didn’t invite a lot of people, but the 10 pairs of eyes staring are enough to make him uncomfortable

   “I won’t lie, I’m a little uncomfortable right now. …I’m uncomfortable a lot of the time. My whole life has been pretty uncomfortable. But when I met you I saw…windows of time where I could be called…comfortable. The more time I spent with you the more ‘comfortable’ I got being around you. And eventually I think I found myself wanting to be near you. You’d come over and visit, and I’d find myself being disappointed when you’d leave.”     “One day when you came over…our hands touched. Like they are right now. And…you did it slowly…softly…I could tell you were trying to not make me jump cause I know I have a habit of doing that…and that’s how I knew you cared. It was a little weird honestly, you had taken the time to notice how I reacted to things, and what…what made me comfortable. You cared in a way no one else had…and yet again I felt uncomfortable. But a new uncomfortable. I usually wanted to be left alone, but now…being in solitude made me feel upset. I wanted you near me forever.”

   “So that’s why we’re here I suppose.” 

He cast a glance towards the small crowd, then back to you. You had a smile on your face, encouraging him on. 

   “You make me feel like you care about me. And I want you to know… I care about you. A lot. And I always want you near me. And… I’ll do whatever I can to make you comfortable by my side.”

             “So…MC…I want to marry you. And be with you forever.”

Jihyun/ V

He was calm and ready

He took his glasses off, usually in public he keeps them on because people get distracted by the slight fog to them, but this was about him and you.

   “MC…Words can’t begin to describe the joy I feel right now. Part of me considered just presenting a slideshow of pictures that express how I feel. A shot of a beach at twilight. Two orchids, stems and petals intertwined, swaying in the breeze. A panoramic that shows the moon rising and the sun setting…

   “I feel like when we’re together we create a path that the universe didn’t plan for, a path that’s spontaneous and beautiful. We’re an anomaly, no one saw it coming, not even us, but now that it has, every moment is pure magic. And I’d like to walk that path holding your hand every step along the way. When we’re together it’s impossible for me to feel pain. I’ve suffered from incidents along the way in life…but those moments when you look at me with a smile on your face, when you laugh at something silly, when you hug me each time you see me as a greeting…any injury I’ve ever had heals a little more.

   “We walked down this aisle, and now I ask you to walk a little more..because I love you more than anything else in the world.”

                  “Will you walk this path of life with me forever, MC?

Vanderwood

He was oh so confident. Staring everyone in the audience in there eyes with a slight smirk on his face

Then he saw you and he lost his cool a bit

You walked down the aisle towards him and he just

Gulped. Lost his composure for a second, but pulled it back together as you took the spot across from him

“Damn Babe you look good” He said, mouth slightly agape still

The Priest coughed a bit as a slight reprimand for his vocabulary.

“Oh, sorry.” Vanderwood cleared his throat.

   “MC..I uh, I suck at words so I’m sorry if this all seems underwhelming…Just know…I uh, feel a lot more than what I’m about to say. Ok? Ok.”

Another deep breath. He’s not used to feeling shook like this.

   “We met under some of the weirdest circumstances ever, like that shit could be a video game or movie or something. And I never believed in a ‘higher power’ or anything but…looking back I can’t feel like everything that happened, happened by coincidence. Had we not met in that situation would we have gotten as close as we did? I…I don’t know that we would have. It’s moments when your life’s in danger that you see someone for who they really are…and I saw that you were sweet, and kind, and still somehow a badass.”

The Priest didn’t even try

   “You risked your life to help your friends, and to protect me, a stranger at the time. You have to be one hell of a person to do that. And you are one hell of a person. Even if I hadn’t known it instantly, I would find out after spending time with you. Time that I cherish every moment of, because…because I love you. And I want to spend more time with you, a lot more…so I look forward to us getting married and spending the rest of our lives together.”

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Hope this was the fluff you were looking for!!

[thejokersenigma]

Ed Nygma x Reader - Opposites Attract - Part 1

Hello everyone - this is a new little thing i started last night when i didn’t feel 100% into writing the next part of Deadly Voice but I wanted to write so i started randomly typing random stuff and it formed into this idea.

Its my first Ed Nygma Fanfic so if you guys like it let me know and I’ll continue it as I have a very vague idea where to take it - if I do continue it I might change the title as this was a very last minute title!

So yeah - let me know what you think and if I should keep going - also if anyone has any requests I am willing to give anything a go! Comments are welcome as always! 

Enjoy! :)

Masterlist

OA MASTERLIST

[Y/N] tackled her hair into a ponytail before she then spun it into a bun on the back of her head. She checked it in the mirror and hid a few stray strands behind her ear, 5thtimes the charm she thought as she finally accepted her hair for what it was for the day and wandered out of the bathroom to finish getting her bag ready.

Her worn out leather satchel squatted on one of the mis-matched kitchen chairs that were placed randomly around a wobbly table that sat in the middle of the kitchen. She dug through the bag pushing aside random crumpled pieces of paperwork from god-knows-how-long-ago. She pulled out a few that were in the way and quickly glanced over them – unimportant – they could sit on the  table till she got back later and had time to decide to ignore them (as she knew would happen).

[Y/N] blindly pushed her arm to the bottom of the bag searching with her fingers for anything that might be attached to her key chain. She felt her hand brush over something fluffy and she grabbed it, pulling it up to revel the limb of a small teddy and the rest of a rather cluttered key chain. It got hooked on a few pockets and a set of headphone wires on the way up, but after a few tugs they were left them hanging free from her hand.

[Y/N] then grabbed her simple fabric purse from the counter top and threw it randomly on top of everything else in her bag before seizing a fleece that hung from the back of the random wicker chair by the table and turning the door knob of the front door.

She pulled the door open, but was jerked to a stop when the door didn’t open. “Err, come on, I’m gonna be late!” she growled at the door. She bent down pulled the door bolt back. Then tried again and at last the door opened.

Just as [Y/N] pulled it inwards she paused and dashed back to grab her phone she had left on the table, then headed back out the partially opened door into the dark morning, keys and phone in hand.

Finally out of the house [Y/N] locked her door behind her before walking up the steep hillside of Gotham, unknotting her headphone wires and attempting to shove the buds in her ear in the exact way so that they would stay in.

She never bothered with public transport. She hated the crush and the poor reliability of a bus, but couldn’t afford a car. Not that she really needed one – yeah, she hated lugging her groceries home, but at least she didn’t fork out a load of money each week for fuel. Especially as, at the moment, she needed every penny she could get.

The walk to her little café was at least half an hour on a good day though – a day where the pedestrian crossings were on her side and she had the energy and motivation to power walk. A bad day was going on an hour. Luckily at this time of the morning there wasn’t too much traffic around and her journey was relatively peaceful. Though this was Gotham, where crime was at an unbelievably high rate, she felt safe wandering through the dark at this time – hell criminals had to sleep too.

As she rounded the corner of a street she caught site of her little corner café. She had to admit it wasn’t the best place for a business like hers. It sat on the corner of a quiet little road a few streets away from the roaring trade of the high-street.

It was hard enough running a café with all the competition that now filled every other business lot, but it was even harder when she wasn’t even in a good location. It made drawing in customers even harder than usual and so it was a constant work in progress to come up with something unique to draw people away from the busy centre. This something still eluded her and was what filled her old notebook she kept in her office.

The customers she did were mainly regulars - either old acquaintances or friends of a friend or family member. She rarely saw a new face, and if she did it was only to point them in the direction of the main hub of shops or point them to a back street car park they had parked in but had lost among the winding streets.

She sighed loudly as she reached the door of her quaint little shop. She shook out her key chain to dislodge the keys caught up in the metal rings and then examined each one, looking for the right one in the dull early morning light for the archaic metal lock.

Eventually she let herself in and tapped her way through the few tables that lined the front of shop, her grubby daps slapping across the fake wooden floorboards. She switched on the lights, illuminating the central room. Like her house, none of the furniture in here matched, but [Y/N] liked to think that it gave the place a bit of character and didn’t want to admit to herself that it was actually because she couldn’t afford anything better.

She made her way behind the counter and leant herself against the door frame of one of the two small rooms at the back of the café. This one functioned as her staff room and office and she threw her purse on the lone moth-eaten sofa that sat in the corner before pushing herself back out into the main room again. She strode around the small working space turning on machines and the cooling display cabinet before entering the other small back room.

In here was her storage room and kitchen. It contained a large industrial sized oven and fridge as well other baking appliances and a walk in cupboard she used for food storage.

An so it was, at 5am, [Y/N] pulled out her prepped batters and dough from the night before, cleared a space on her cramped work surfaces, and scrubbed her hands, before getting to work on prepping and baking for the day, stifling her yawns with the arm of her sleeve.

After hours of prep, baking, cooling and decorating, [Y/N] had drunk 3 cups of coffee and everything was ready for opening. Her coffee machine was humming, her sandwiches were on display in her chilled display cabinet and her cakes and pastries were on show in their air-tight stands.

She walked round the edges of the café, pulling the dark green blinds to reveal the high-reaching windows which made up the front walls and then righted the chairs that sat upside down on each table. Once she was happy with how the store looked she pulled the final blind on the café door to expose an open sign hanging in a miniature window at head height. She then moved back behind the counter to await her first customer for the day.

 Edward Nygma stood before Officer Trent’s desk waiting for the man to return from wherever he currently was so that Ed could deliver a report on the stabbing of a 38 year old Caucasian male. Officer Trent and Officer Dougherty were both working the case, but Ed wanted to avoid Officer Dougherty as much as possible now that he was dating Miss Kringle. Even the very thought of their relationship sent a way of jealousy through him and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t imagined Dougherty when he had been stabbing some watermelon the night before to test a theory of his.

Don’t think like that! He chided himself – he knew that was the other him - the him that needed to stay buried. Are you really surprised Miss Kringle chose him over  you? Your nothing compared to him! You’re a loser - a nobody! Why not let me out and I’ll show her what she’s missing!

“No.” Ed growled out loud causing a few officers to look up from their desks. However, on seeing it was Ed Nygma they no longer found it interesting and soon had their head buried back in their work. Ed flushed red in embarrassment.

“Nygma!” Greeted Officer Trent from behind as he strode up to his desk.

“Officer Trent –“, Ed paused as he saw the man following up behind Trent, “and Officer Dougherty.” Greeted Ed a little less enthusiastically.

“Riddle man!” Exclaimed Officer Dougherty -naively cheerful in Ed’s opinion.

They both looked at him expectantly, “Oh – uh – I have results on the victim – the killer used a rounded blunt object and would have been right handed.” He stated handing over the documents in his hands that contain the details of the case.

“Thanks Riddle man.” Acknowledged Dougherty and Trent nodded as he took the file and flicked through the papers

“Great.” An awkward silence fell over the group of men and the two officers exchanged looks, clearly wanting Ed to leave, but instead Ed spoke up,

“No sooner spoken than broken.”

“What?” Asked Trent, his eyebrows creasing in confusion.

“It’s a riddle.” Stated Ed. “No sooner spoken than broken.”

The two officers looked blankly at Ed and he smiled widely – he loved to best people, especially those in higher hierarchical positions then himself. “Silence.” He declared, grinning triumphantly.

“Ah got me again Riddle man!” exclaimed Dougherty cheerfully. Trent grumbled something in agreement. Ed took this as enthusiasm and kept going,

“My life can be measured in hours, I live by being devoured. Thin I am fast, fat I am slow. The wind is always my foe. What am I?”

Just then Harvey Bullock marched up to the gathering around Trent’s desk, “Nygma! Where’s the Marisson report?!” He demanded before tuning into what was going on, “Not more riddles Ed?! Why don’t you make yourself useful and make a coffee run for all of us if you’re that bored.” Ed’s smile dropped instantly. Harvey seemed to take that as confirmation, “I’ll take mine with no sugar and a splash of milk!”

“Black, 2 sugars riddle man” chipped in Dougherty as he walked off towards his desk.

“Black for me.” added Trent sitting down at his desk with the case folder.

“Best get to it then Ed!” Joked Harvey, “Oh and don’t forget that report as well!” he called back as wandered back the way he had come leaving Ed stood alone. “A candle.” Ed mumbled, answering his own riddle as he walk off, his mood now having plummeted.

He made his way slowly around the precinct collecting orders for coffee. He hadn’t been stuck with the coffee run for a very long time – not since his first year on the job. Usually it was the intern’s job to get them out from under the precincts feet and it insulted Ed that he had to be subjected to the menial task. No one appreciates you here! They wouldn’t even notice if you never came back from the coffee run!

Ed shook away his other voice as grabbed his coat and scarf from his office. You know if you just let me out you’d never have to do this. They would never even think about asking you to fetch the coffee. People would respect you. “Shut up. I don’t need your help!” he growled at the shadowy figure stood behind his desk. Before turning away and storming back out of his office and striding through the centre of the station, everyone ignoring him as usual.

He stopped when he stepped outside, the cold air slammed into him and he wrapped his navy scarf tight around his neck and pulled on his black gloves. He didn’t even know where the coffee usually came from. He would just find the nearest coffee shop, pick up the dam coffee and put the whole situation down to experience –he shouldn’t talk to the officers until the coffee round was done – that way he wouldn’t run the risk of being subjected to this again.

If he recalled correctly from his lunch time walks there was a café a few streets down from here. So he headed in the general direction he remembered, the cold biting his exposed cheeks and the wind tousling his dark hair.

After walking for a few minutes he noticed a small café on the corner of the next road that had a sign reading ‘The Cup n’ Saucer’. That would do.

As he got closer he took in the small building. The colour scheme was dark green and white. A 3 foot high brick wall with large, tall windows made up the two sides of the café and folded metal tables and chairs were propped up along the walls for when the weather was more pleasant.  In Ed’s opinion it looked a bit out of place in Gotham - it was too pretty and picturesque for these dirty and polluted streets.

He walked to the painted white door and pushed it open stepping into a wall of warmth that engulfed him and fogged his glasses slightly. He paused in the doorway to allow his sight to clear, untied his scarf so it hung freely around his neck and removed his gloves, stuffing them into one of his coat pockets.

Once he could see clearly again he made his way to the deep green coloured wooden counter stood towards the back of the room. No one was behind the till at the moment and so he waited awkwardly looking around at his surroundings.

The café wasn’t very busy – there were a few young people scattered at tables with laptops illuminating their faces, a middle aged couple sitting at a table in front of one of the front windows and an older gentlemen sitting alone in the corner with a book in his hand.

“Sorry can I help you?” chirped a female voice from in front of him and he stopped his surveillance of the room to focus on the girl before him. She was a bit of a mess really, but a kind of cute mess. Her hair was tied up in a bun on the back of her head but most her hair seemed to have fallen out and was now cascading over her shoulder in curls. She wore a crinkled white blouse under a dark green apron that hung around her frame loosely. She appeared to be covered in specks of flour and some sort of cake mixture.

“Y-Yes um. Some like it hot, some like it cold, some like it mild, some like it bold.” Ed recited, taken off-guard by her sudden appearance causing him to stammer slightly.

“Excuse me?” [Y/N] blinked at the tall scrawny man in front of her. What had he said?

“It’s coffee. The answer is coffee.” He stated. She looked confused – what was coffee? “It’s a riddle.” He explained quickly.

“Oh… Hang on what was it again?” She asked. Ed blinked – she seemed genuinely interested so he repeated it again. “Coffee, ah I get it. Clever.” She grinned at him. He returned the smile; it was nice to have someone appreciate his riddles for once.

They stood in silence for a moment, [Y/N] trying to store the new riddle in her mind so she could try it on her sister later. She then realised she hadn’t taken the odd man’s order yet. “Oh I’m sorry – sp what was it you wanted?”

“Coffee.” He stated smirking slightly as he dug in his coat’s pocket pulling out a torn piece of paper he had scribbled the orders on. He spun it so it faced her and she read the thin slanted scrawl.

“Wow, that’s a lot of coffee!” she exclaimed, there had to be at least 10 different orders here. “Do you think you might have a bit of a caffeine problem?” she joked, though she was a bit concerned.

His brow crinkled in confusion before he realised he hadn’t explained himself, “Oh no, sorry I’m - I work at the GCPD – coffee run.”

Comprehension lit up her face. “Oooooh. That makes more sense.” She said as she turned to start the coffee machine for the first order on the list.

Ed stepped to the side, out of the way of the main counter as he settled in for the long wait. He wanted to keep talking to the unusual girl but he had already learnt his lesson today about bugging people. That’s because you never say the right thing, chimed in his other voice. “Don’t you start.” He mumbled to himself.

[Y/N] looked up and over at the lanky man – had he said something? He wasn’t looking at her so it obviously wasn’t direct to her if he had. Maybe he talked to himself. She couldn’t really judge him for that – she did it sometimes, it was something she had picked up from living alone. She studied the man out of the corner of her eye as she fiddled with the coffee machine in front of her.

He was very tall and thin and wore a dark coat with a navy scarf open around his neck. He had dark hair with a long fringe that was a bit wind swept from the weather so it a few strands hung down onto his face and across his browlined glasses.

He would be here for a while judging by the amount of coffee he wanted – maybe she ought to entertain him with a bit of chat,  it wasn’t like she had anything else to do - she doubted she have any new customers for a while.

“So are you a police officer then?” she questioned glancing over her shoulder. Ed’s head shot up in surprise at the question.

“Uh, no – no I’m forensics.” He corrected, pushing his glassed up his nose with a long slim finger.

“Ah – dead bodies.” She said simply with a small smile. “Is it also part of your job to fetch the coffees as well then?” she asked innocently. This irked Ed a bit. What was that suppose to mean? He was no menial coffee boy. She is being disrespectful – do something! Put her in her place – don’t let her talk to you like that – she’s only a barista!

“No it is not.” He snapped annoyed. [Y/N] flinched at his sudden change in tone. His eyes had gotten darken and seemed almost swallowed by the shadow of his brow.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to insult you – it was more of a joke really.” She apologised, regretting her words. She turned back to her work, cursing herself silently for her putting her foot in it. Ed’s face lightened at the apology and he could practically hear his other-self growl at his lack of conviction.

“No I’m – I’m sorry Miss. I – I shouldn’t have snapped.” He stammered, “Bad day.” He clarified. She turned back to him at his explanation.

“I get it – no harm done.” She said sympathetically and Ed was surprised again by the young women – she was very forgiving. There’s nothing to forgive! Snarled the voice. Ed ignored it.

By now [Y/N] had produced 4 coffees from the list and they sat in their cardboard cups on the counter in front of him. “Want to talk about it? I’m no bartender, but I’m the closest thing at this time of day.” She joked but he could tell she was genuinely offering an ear if he wanted.

“Thank you for the offer Miss, but it’s nothing really.” He declined politely – he didn’t want to put his troubles on her pretty little shoulders. She looked at him like she didn’t believe him, but she didn’t push. He liked that.

They fell into companionable silence after that until [Y/N] started working on the last coffee. Whilst the machine grinded the coffee beans behind her, she moved to the counter to add a slash of milk to one of the cups and force a plastic lid on the top. “So which one of these is yours?” she asked casually.

“None of them.”

“You mean you pick up all of these coffees and don’t get one yourself?” she asked bewildered.

“Well I – I mean I could. I just – I.” he paused, “I just make my own.” He finished lamely. She looked at him curiously. The truth was he rarely ever got asked if he wanted a coffee when someone went on a run – he was usually forgotten about hidden away in his back office. It was probably for the best, last time he got a coffee it has tasted like tar. He found it easier now to bring his own which he could make in the staff room in his question mark mug.

“I’ll make you one.” [Y/N] declared smiling at him. He looked taken aback at her boldness, but didn’t argue.

Eventually all the coffees were completed and sat lined up on the counter – [Y/N] had numbered them all with a black marker in the order they appeared on the list so he didn’t mix them up. She found a cardboard box she was sure had been from a delivery of sugar a few weeks ago, and placed them all carefully in so the cups held each other upright. She slid the full box across the counter with the receipt.

“Thank you very much Miss…?” Ed trailed off as he pulled his gloves over his slim hand.

“[L/N], [Y/N] [L/N].”

“Well thank you miss [L/N].” Ed smiled as he shifted the heavy box of the counter and into his long arm.

“No problem.” She smiled back as she followed him to the café door and held it open for him. She watched him walk down the street back towards the police station not realising she was still holding the door and letting all the warmth out the café still a particularly strong gust of bitter cold whipped around her.

“Opps!” she muttered at herself quickly closing the door and returning to the stock checking she had been completing in the storage room before the forensic man had turned up. As she walked past the fridge she caught sight of her reflection in the shiny metal and stopped dead. She was a state! She couldn’t believe the whole time she had been chatting with that man she had looked like this! Look at my hair! Look at all this flour! And – oh my god! Is that a piece of chocolate on my nose?!

She felt her cheeks flush red and pulse speed as she quickly redid her hair and brushed her apron down as much as possible. She splashed some cold water onto her face and scrubbing every inch with a tea towel vigorously as if trying to wash away the shame just as much as the baking products.

 Meanwhile Ed had trudging back through the cold wind to the precinct. He had delivered his box of coffee and was now sat down at his desk with his own cup in hand, studying the coffee receipt,  making a mental note to give into reception to get it reimbursed. As he looked at it he noticed there were only 10 coffees listed on the piece of receipt, but he had 11 in his box. The one she made for him hadn’t been charged. Did she mean to do that? What if she hadn’t? Should he tell her? Stop overthinking and enjoy the damn drink! His other voice snapped at him.

He took the advice for once. If he saw her again he’d ask - if she had meant to charge him he would just pay then and there. No problem.

He sipped the coffee. It tasted delicious. It had spicy warmth to it and a hint of sweetness – it seemed to exactly match the girl he had met. Miss [Y/N] [L/N].

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Jaehee Hates Glasses!

A complicated One-Shot I wrote that just went all over the place! Sorry if it is long, but I think it is worth the read! Enjoy~!

Pairing:

Jaehee x MC

Disclaimer: I do not own Mystic Messenger nor their characters (OCs & OOCness is definitely mines though~)

‘I…didn’t really hate glasses when I was forced to wear them. It was a uniform; I needed it to get the job, end of story. I got used to them and that was that…Of course, I did not realize…that I was unhappy at the time as well…so now that I have found happiness…these thoughts occurred. Turns out...I really hate glasses.’

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“This is great~ So enjoyable~” Zen hummed blissfully, enjoying a warm drink in his hand. “Seriously Zen…you’ve been making weird noises at that drink for a while now…” the blond known as Yoosung frowned, sitting across from the good looking male. “Zen’s seriously in love with that drink~” The red haired hero dubbed 707 chuckled.

“Can’t help it, Jaehee has made me another masterpiece~” Zen grinned at the longhaired brunette behind the counter. “I’m glad you think so~” Jaehee beamed. “No need to butter her up anymore, she already named a drink after you…” Seven pouted, Yoosung nodded in agreement. “Don’t be so childish, I’m Semi-famous and Jaehee said I deserved it~” Zen grinned smugly, ‘And she’s your biggest fan…’ the two males thought.

“Ignoring the Narcissist…where’s MC, Jaehee?” Yoosung looked to the bright brunette. “Ah…she texted me earlier that she was going to be late but that she will still come in…that something had come up…” Jaehee’s eyebrows furrowed. “No way, is she ok?” Yoosung asked worriedly, “She informed me that she is alright, but I can’t help but worry too…” Jaehee frowned.

“Don’t be such a Mama bird Jaehee, MC probably went out partying and woke up with a hangover~” Seven chimed, munching on a cookie. “MC would never do such a thing, she is not immature like you.” Jaehee glared at Seven. “Sheesh…I was only guessing…” Seven looked away awkwardly.

“Jaehee, why don’t you just ask MC to come live with you?” Zen suddenly said, “Huh?” Jaehee blinked. “That came out of nowhere Zen, why?” Jaehee asked confused.

“It's just a thought. I mean, like today, you always worry about her. Last week you called me because you sent MC out to buy some ingredients and you were afraid she would get lost.” Zen recalled, “The grocery store is down the street.” Zen pointed, making Jaehee sweat. “Oh~! You made me track her phone when MC took a nap in the park after reading and forgot to call you~!” Seven grinned as Jaehee was sweating even more.

“MC came to play video games at my place…and Jaehee came too and just sat behind us, staring at us playing…It was creepy…feeling Jaehee’s eyes one my back…it was like was being watched over by a ghost!” Yoosung paled, Jaehee looked away in embarrassment. “G-Getting to know MC these last few months…I realized that I have to protect her!” Jaehee tried to regain her confidence.

“I-If I don’t…wh-what if she gets kidnapped or attacked, and I am not there to save her!” Jaehee tried to explain, looking panicked. “But the way you’re acting, it's kind of out of control…” Zen pointed out. “But is it not necessary? The only reason she met us was because she followed the word of a stranger over the phone!” Jaehee recalled, ‘There’s no arguing that!’ The three knew she was right.

“But being possessive, overprotective, and plain stalking her? You’re almost bad as Jumin~!” Luciel snickered. “…A-as bad as…M-Mr. Han…!?” Jaehee flinched, “Dude…that’s a low blow…” Zen sighed. “It's true though~ Everything Jaehee is doing is like how Jumin is with Elizabeth the 3rd~ MC is Jaehee’s pet~” Seven began to laugh, Yoosung could not rebuttal that since it is kind of true.

“Ignoring Seven…”

KICK!

“Ow! Leg!” Seven yelped, suddenly being kicked under the table by the actor. “You should calm down a bit, it might be your first time with a female friend, but you could scare MC like that.” Zen explained, trying to calm Jaehee. “I…I do not want to scare her…” Jaehee nodded, “If MC is in danger in any way, she’ll tell you, since you’re friends.” Zen smiled.

“…You are right. Of course.” Jaehee nodded, “I will be sure to keep a distance and be less protective, for MC’s sake.” Jaehee smiled. “That’s good…” Zen smiled tiredly. ‘I do not want to lose her…she means everything to me…it's fine…MC is safe.’ Jaehee breathed calmly.

DING~!

“Welcome~” Jaehee smiled at the door for a customer to come in. “S-Sorry I’m late…” Mumbled the soft and familiar voice of MC. “Ah, MC, how are…huh?” Jaehee and the males looked to the door, only to remain speechless at the sight. “…” MC was fidgeting at the entrance of the café, “Q-Quit staring…I’m getting nervous…” MC frowned.

“Oh~!” Seven ran up to MC, getting super close and causing MC to squeak in surprise. “You’re wearing glasses~!” Luciel grinned, “Y-Yeah…” MC muttered, her face red. On her face was a slim framed round glasses, it gave of a very mature and beautiful image to the female.

“Wh-why are you…” Jaehee began, MC looked to her friend and sighed. “She wanted to look as stunning as me~!” Luciel posed dramatically, “Uh...no…” MC gently pushed Seven aside and walked forward.

“Y’see…it started from three chatrooms’ ago…when Seven and Yoosung started talking about that Zombie series…um…the Dead are Walking? S-So…I watched one episode last night…and I was curious of how the story continued…and I kept watching and watching…and was way too emotionally invested that I stayed up…all night…” MC shrunk, feeling like a child about to be punished. ‘I don’t know whether to scold her or hug her…why is she so cute…’ Jaehee sighed, blushing lightly.

“I went to sleep late, but when I woke up…everything was kind of blurry and…I couldn’t see so well…so I went to the eye doctor and they gave me these glasses, and said I have to wear them for the next few days…” MC explained. “So it's your fault…” Zen and Jaehee glared at Seven, “Me!? What about Yoosung!?” Seven huffed.

“Still…” Yoosung walked over to MC, ignoring the glares. “…?” MC blinked, watching Yoosung as he stared at her. “You look extra cute in those~” Yoosung smiled, blushing slightly. “Y-You think so?” MC blushed, not expecting the compliment. “Mhmm~ So cute~” Yoosung nodded, “Thank goodness…I was afraid I looked horrible~” MC sighed in relief.

“You look sexy~!” Seven thumbed up, “Shut it.” Zen walked over and elbowed Seven in the rib. “Ow! Why am I the only one getting hit!?” Seven cried. “You do look good, a pretty lady just got way prettier~” Zen ignored Seven and smiled at the smaller brunette. “Thanks~” MC smiled, “I’m so glad I don’t look bad…” MC hummed.

“What do you think, Jaehee~?” Yoosung asked, the group looked to the taller brunette. “…Huh?” Jaehee blinked, “Were you paying attention? We’re hogging your cute employee~” Seven said, “I asked if you think MC looks good in the glasses?” Yoosung crossed his arms. “…” MC waited patiently, looking hopeful. MC’s eyes glittered expectantly, Jaehee had no choice but to answer.

“O-Oh yeah, she looks really…great.” Jaehee smiled awkwardly, which was obvious to Seven and Zen. “Yay~ I’m happy to hear that~” MC beamed, “That’s good~” Yoosung grinned. The two oblivious ones did not notice Jaehee’s discomfort, of course. “A-Anyway, get ready MC, we have to open soon.” Jaehee said, “R-Right!” MC ran off to the back.

BEEP!

“Hm? Ah! I have to get to the office! Jumin’s throwing a fit!” Yoosung ran out the shop after looking at his phone. “Poor guy~” 707 hummed. “You alright, Jaehee?” Zen asked, “Hm? I’m fine, just great~” Jaehee smiled.

‘This is awful…’

‘I was right...this is awful…’ Jaehee looked bitter, almost as bitter as the brew she was currently making. “I’m coming~ Please wait~” MC was racing from one table to the next, delivering drinks to each and every table.

It would look like business as usual, but in Jaehee’s eyes, not so much. The patronage in her establishment were mostly men, and they were all gawking at MC. The younger brunette’s hair was tied up in a high ponytail and her glasses were very apparent. Everytime she smiled, a man would swoon. ‘Before, there was only a few guys who would watch MC, which was normal since she is pretty.’ Jaehee thought, ‘But just because of her glasses she has the attention of the entire store? Ridiculous…’ Jaehee was frowning tightly. “...” Jaehee watched MC worked, the smaller brunette would smiled and speak so easily to the customer, not even once faltering.

‘...Makes sense that she can speak with others so simply...she was able to persuade lots of people to come to the RFA party…’ Jaehee thought. The light from outside bounced off MC’s hair, she looked radiant. ‘...Why does she look prettier than usual...it can’t be because of the glasses…’ Jaehee felt really angered, her dark vibe was nearly spilling out to the customers. ‘I’ve never hated glasses until now...why is this happening…?’ Jaehee was still frowning, her heart was tightening. She was so unfocused, she messed up the coffee she was making. “Oh no…” Jaehee muttered, she looked around to get more beans, but she could not find any.

“...MC, mind going to the back and getting me another bag of beans?” Jaehee called. “Hm? Alright~” MC smiled and rushed off to the back. “Right...oh, we’re out of tea too...might as well go too…” Jaehee sighed and headed to the back as well. She walked over to a box labeled with tea, she grabbed the box but then stopped when she heard a yelp. “Gah!” Jaehee looked to the farther back, putting down the box and walking over. “MC-wah!” Jaehee turned the corner and stumbled when a large bag nearly topple over her. “MC?” Jaehee held one side of the bag, “Sorry, sorry, I slipped…” MC apologized, holding the other side of the bag. “If you were gonna have trouble with this, you could have asked…” Jaehee’s eyebrows furrowed. “B-but I can-ah!” MC nearly stumbled with the bag again. “Let's put this down first…” Jaehee suggested, MC nodded and they slowly put it down. “That's too heavy for you alone, I’ll help you carry it out…” Jaehee stretched her arms. “No!” Jaehee flinched, surprised to suddenly get yelled at by MC. “I-I mean...I-I can do it by myself…” MC muttered. “...MC...you can ask me for help...we’re partners after all…” Jaehee said, MC looked away from Jaehee. “...Did I do something to offend you…?” Jaehee asked, she looked calm but internally she was in a panic. “Huh? No way! I-I just want to be able to help you without worrying you!” MC flailed.

“...You’ve had a frown on all day...I thought maybe I made you mad because I was so childish…and hurt my eyes watching TV so late at night...” MC looked away, pouting and blushing. “...” Jaehee blinked, “Pff-hahahaha~” Jaehee laughed, covering her mouth. “Jaehee…?” MC blinked, ‘How is it she looks mature in those glasses, but still manages to be so cute~!’ Jaehee stifled her laughs. “I’m not one to judge for watching TV so late at night, remember?” Jaehee smiled, “O-Oh yeah! It was worrying when I would see bags around your eyes from watching Zen’s movies all night~ I thought you were a raccoon~” MC laughed, remembering “Raccoon” Jaehee.

“So don’t worry about it, I just want you to get better and to rely on me.” Jaehee reached out and put a strand of MC’s hair behind her ear and then held her cheek. “We’re partners...please rely on me…” Jaehee smiled kindly. “Uh!” MC’s cheeks immediately heated up, she was blushing extremely hard. “MC?” Jaehee felt the sudden heat from the younger female’s cheek, “R-right! I-I-I’ll rely on you! B-b-but I’m fine! I swear! I-I’ll get going now!” MC immediately picked up the coffee bag and rushed past Jaehee before the taller brunette could stop her. “Ah…” Jaehee just stood there, dumbfounded. “...” Jaehee looked to her hand, ‘What happened…?’ Jaehee began to turn red. ‘My heart...is beating too fast…’

“He yelled at me non-stop…I didn’t even do much…” Yoosung sulked, “That sounds hilarious, wish I was there~” Seven snickered. “You’re not helping! I hope Jaehee or MC brews me something relaxing for my lunch break…” Yoosung grumbled as he and the hacker entered the café.

“Yeah…oh…um…” The two stopped in their tracks, seeing a lot of suits in the café. “…Is there a conference or convention going on right now?” Seven asked, “Not that I know of…Jumin doesn’t have anything planned…” Yoosung looked around. “Jaehee!” Seven walked up to the counter with Yoosung trailing behind him. Jaehee was making a brewing some coffee.

“We weren’t gone for long, where’d all these businessmen come from?” Seven asked. “A-ah…well…I did not think such an effect would work…but…” Jaehee pointed at one of the tables, the boys looked over. “Will you like anything else, sir~?” MC smiled kindly at a businessman, her hair tied up in a high ponytail and her glasses very apparent.

“N-nothing else, thank you...”

“You sure? We have muffins and other pastries to go with your drink~” MC smile almost brightened, the businessman blushed harshly.

“A-A muffin…”

“Alright, I will be right back with your order~” MC hummed, walking off from the love-struck man.

“No way…are all these men here for MC?” Yoosung looked around, and sure enough, they were all watching MC as discreetly as they could. “She was outside handing out fliers…and she caught a whole bunch of them…” Jaehee said, not looking too excited. “Isn’t that a good thing? More business is good, right?” Yoosung tilted his head. “I-Its great…b-but-”

“The fact that they’re here for MC doesn’t help…does it?” Seven said bluntly. “…” Jaehee frowned, not denying it.

“But why-”

“Since Jaehee promised to be less protective, she can’t really say anything~” Seven hummed. “Jaehee, you have nothing to worry about, MC is in front of you and is fine~ Nothing bad is happening~” Seven grinned. Jaehee sighed, knowing Seven is right, “You may be right-”

“Eh? What am I doing after work?”

“…!?” The three RFA members quickly looked to their party coordinator speaking to a gentleman, who was furiously blushing. “Um, I was planning on going home and watching this show I have been interested in.” MC innocently replied, not knowing the male had much more impure intentions. “Why? Do you need something…go out?” MC was confused by what the guy was saying to her. “MC! Would you please come to the front!” Jaehee suddenly yelled, startling the smaller brunette. “Y-Yes Ma’am!” MC excused herself and ran to Jaehee. “Wh-Whats wrong?” MC asked in a panic, “We ran out of sweeteners, please go buy more at the store~” Jaehee smiled, “R-Right now?” MC blinked. “Right now.” Jaehee said strictly, still smiling though. “O-Ok…” MC was a little afraid of Jaehee.

“H-Hi guys…bye guys…” MC waved at 707 and Yoosung and left. “…Was that really necessary…?” Seven looked to Jaehee, “...” Jaehee frowned, not looking at Seven. “Jaehee, acting all distant won’t get MC to understand, you have to talk to her.” Seven sighed, Yoosung was confused, not really understanding what they were talking about. “...If you two are going to order, then please tell me now, we are packed.” Jaehee said sternly, ignoring Seven’s remark, and startling Yoosung. “U-Um! Th-the usual for us please! R-Right Seven!?” Yoosung said, feeling Jaehee’s menacing aura. “...Yeah...sure…” Seven still stared at Jaehee, not letting up. “...Then...that will be an hour wait, please be sure to stay nearby~” Jaehee smiled, “What!?” Yoosung yelled.

“Jaehee you can’t be serious-!”

“Seung Gil~ Your drink is ready~” Jaehee walked away. “My break is only for 20 minutes!” Yoosung sulked, Seven sighed and patted Yoosung’s back. “It's alright buddy, we’ll just go to McRonald’s like we used to~” Seven hummed, pushing the empty shell known as Yoosung towards the door. “...” Seven looked back at Jaehee one more time before they left, ‘You really should be more honest…’ Seven sighed and walked out.

“Ah~! The day is finally over~!” MC stretched her arms upwards. “We can finally relax, Jaehee~” MC turned and grinned at Jaehee behind the counter, counting the money in the cash register. “...Jaehee?” MC called, the taller brunette was still too focused on counting. “...?” MC walked over, she stood directly in front of the counter, “Jaehee~!” MC spoke up loudly, “Ah!” Jaehee flinched, dropping all the money. “Oh no, sorry Jaehee!” MC panicked, “Its fine, its fine.” Jaehee calmed the younger girl.

“I was lost in my own world and was not paying attention to you, my apologies.” Jaehee smiled tiredly and began to pick up the money. “...You’ve been spacing out a lot today…” MC’s eyebrows furrowed. “I know you thought I didn’t notice but...I saw you walk into a wall five times today...that was really worrying…” MC recalled the awkward moments of Jaehee smashing her face against the wall, and then smiling reassuringly with a nosebleed. “You scared some customers like that…” Jaehee knew what MC was saying is true, and she felt just as embarrassed as she did earlier.

“What’s wrong~?” MC leaned over the counter, propping herself up with her elbows. “You can talk to me if you’re stressed or have an issue, that's what friends are for~” MC smiled at Jaehee. “...” Jaehee stared at MC, she felt like a fool. She was acting strange all day because of MC’s new look and sudden new attention, and decided to just pretend to be fine, which only worried her friend more. Along with the fact that Jaehee herself was turning red every once in awhile when she saw MC smile, did not help.

‘I was so used to being the only one to noticed how cute MC is...besides the RFA members...I never imagined men that I didn’t know would notice as well…’ Jaehee thought with a frown. Since Jaehee never had a female companion before, she had no idea how to act when someone becomes interested in her friend. Should she protect her or encourage her? It was hard, if she tried to protect her, then maybe MC would find Jaehee overbearing. But she does not know if MC is even interested in dating.

‘Wait…’ Jaehee suddenly realized something, in these few months she has gotten to know MC, she never once heard her speak about having a relationship. More so, MC did not even talk about it during their first meeting. MC would ask how her day was, and comforted her, and wished for Jaehee’s happiness. But she never said she had an interest in a relationship. Is it not Jaehee’s job to assist MC in getting a boyfriend? As a friend? But, just the thought of MC getting a boyfriend irks the Ex-chief assistant. Why is that? Is it because that would mean MC would spend less time with Jaehee and more time with her boyfriend?

‘Ah...jealousy...that's what this is…’ Jaehee came to that conclusion. Of course, that is why she is having a hard time with all the sudden attention on MC. She is afraid that MC and herself will hang out less, of course!

That is clearly wrong…

“Jaehee~!” The taller brunette was startled again but finally sorted the money in her hand, she looked to the new glasses wearer. “You were spacing out again...especially when I was talking with you…” MC pouted, a little frustrated. ‘...So cute~!’ Jaehee blushed, she coughed to calm herself and put the money away.

“I’m really sorry...I’m just having a hard time thinking straight and I guess my thoughts aren’t in order…” Jaehee tried to explain, “Is that so...well, when you know what you want to talk about, I’ll be right here waiting~” MC grinned. “...Thank you…”Jaehee smiled warmly, her heart skipping a beat at MC’s sweet smile. “But, on the bright side, we earned a lot today compared to any other day~!” MC cheered, “Yes indeed, after counting it, I can make the assumption you are correct.” Jaehee nodded. “I’m not sure what the cause is, but this is good~!” MC hummed. ‘It is obvious why...but I’ll just keep the reason to myself for now…’ Jaehee thought.

“And~! I made a bunch of tips~! It was great~!” MC pulled out a bunch of money from her apron pocket and showed it to Jaehee. “A-Amazing! That's the most I’ve seen you ever get!” Jaehee was taken aback, “Right~? I guess my courteous service was 100% today~!” MC beamed. ‘She’s talking like Seven...which means she’s getting too hyper…’ Jaehee smiled tiredly. “With this, we can definitely buy that new espresso machine you’ve been wanting~!” MC said, “Huh? MC, this is your money that you earned, shouldn’t you spend it on something you like?” Jaehee blinked.

“It's fine, I want to help you after all~” MC hummed, “You do not need to worry so much on that, the one we have is fine.” Jaehee said. “B-but…” MC tried to convince Jaehee, “It's alright, I’ll be able to save up for it soon enough~ Just get something you want~” Jaehee smiled and reached over, petting MC’s head.

“Now, what do you want?” Jaehee asked curiously, “Um, hmm...I want…” MC began to think. “Oh! I know!” Jaehee smiled, waiting for MC’s response. “I want to get the Espresso machine that will make Jaehee happy~” MC smiled cutely, “...!” Jaehee froze, she pulled her hand away. “...!” Jaehee blushed madly and covered her face. It should be illegal for a person to be this cute!

“Th-That...um…!” Jaehee was in a jumble, her eyes spinning and her face heating up. “Hm?” MC tilted her head, unaware what she did to Jaehee. “...” Jaehee frowned, she really wanted to say thank you, and to tell MC how much she means to her. She really, really wanted to be honest to MC, her heart was screaming at her to do so right now! “MC...thank-”

“What’s this?” Jaehee did not get to finish, as she watched MC’s attention turn to a piece of paper in between her tips. “A business card? I think one of my tippers accidentally gave me their business card~” MC laughed, finding it funny. However, Jaehee was not amused, she could see on the back of the business card, a small note and phone number, clearly asking MC to call for a date. “I’m curious who it belongs to~? Maybe Jumin knows them~?” MC began to read the card. But the card was suddenly snatched from hands.

“What the-!?” MC flinched, surprised. MC looked to Jaehee, who had snatched the card from her. “Jaehee?” MC was confused, “...!” Jaehee realized what she had done and looked equally as surprised. “...Sorry...I just think since it was a mistake, might as well throw it away~” Jaehee smiled, clearly not believable. “...Well, I’ll throw it away...but I kinda want to read it…” MC reached out for the card but Jaehee pulled it away. “...Jaehee.” MC kept reaching for the card, but Jaehee would not let up.

“Jaehee, what gives? Give it back.” MC frowned, a little frustrated Jaehee was doing this. “...Its nothing.” Jaehee said, “If it's nothing, give it back.” MC retorted. “...No.” Jaehee replied, “What do you mean no? It's not yours.” MC’s temper was rising. “And it's neither yours, so leave it be.” Jaehee was getting a bit irritated as well. Why was Jaehee acting like this? The taller brunette knows she’s acting suspicious and childish, but she does not want MC to read this card. And she still does not know why!

“...!” MC was angry now, “Jaehee-”

“I will not discuss this further,” Jaehee turned to toss it into the trash. “Hey!” MC yelled, running around the counter and reaching for the card. Jaehee was startled by MC rushing at her and pulled her hand away quickly. Big mistake.

CRASH!

“Ouch…!” Jaehee groaned, she had fallen on her back. She sat up and flinched a little, the back of her right hand hurt. “...?” Jaehee looked to her right hand, she had landed on her hand and it was hurting a lot. “Owie~!” MC held her head, a bruise forming on her forehead. “M-MC!” Jaehee rushed forward, checking MC for any serious injuries. “Are you okay!?” Jaehee panicked, “Head hurts...but my limbs are still attached…” MC whimpered. “...” The two were silent for a few minutes, MC stared at the ground with her expression shadowed.

“MC...let me check-” MC pulled away from Jaehee’s outstretched hand. “...I don’t get it…” MC muttered, Jaehee stopped, the sweet voice she had always heard was gone. “I don’t get you...you always act so distant...and I understood that it would take time for you to open up...but…” MC’s voice trembled, “MC…” Jaehee muttered. “I can’t read your mind! I can’t know what's wrong if you don’t tell me!” Jaehee froze, MC’s eyes were filled with tears.

“MC...I-I didn’t mean to-”

“If you have a problem with me, if you can’t talk to me, if you don’t trust me...then why am I still here…?” MC sobbed, her tears streaming down her face. “I-I do trust you!” Jaehee was in a panic, her stomach felt like it dropped and her throat had dried up, it was getting hard to breathe. “...J-Just...just leave me alone!” MC stood up and ran out the shop. “MC!” Jaehee called out, but MC was already gone. “N-no…” Jaehee stepped forward.

CRACK!

“...” Jaehee looked down, she had stepped on MC’s glasses and they had broken.

‘...I messed uo again...’

“Hmm~ Hmm~” A silver haired male, dubbed the “Handsome man” Zen hummed as he walked towards his fridge. He grabbed a beer and took one huge gulp and sighed in ecstasy. “Nothing better than having a beer right after a shower~” Zen grinned, taking another sip whilst drying his hair.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Ptttthhhh!” Zen spit out his drink in surprised, “Cough! Cough! Who-Cough! Is it!?” Zen coughed harshly, a little pissed at being startled by the loud banging at his door. “...MC…” mutter the quiet voice of the small brunette. “MC?” Zen blinked, he looked down and realized he was not presentable in only his undergarments. “Give me a sec!” Zen rushed to put a shirt and sweatpants on and then ran back to the door.

“Ahem, good evening, Miss M...C?” Zen opened the door and was surprised to see a crying girl at his door. “Z-Zen…!” MC sniffled, “Wh-whats wrong? What happened? Why’s there a bruise on your head!?” Zen panicked, suddenly very protective and worried about the brunette. But none of his questions were answered since the brunette hugged the silver head tightly and began to sob in his shirt. “Waaaaaahhh~!” MC cried, “E-eh?” Zen was seriously lost.

After a while, MC had calmed down and sat on Zen’s couch. The actor had given her a warm drink and had tended to the bruise on her head, putting a large bandage over it. Somehow Zen had gotten the gist of MC’s sob story during all her crying, so guess he has to figure out how to comfort her.

“So...basically you and Jaehee had gotten into a fight...over a piece of paper…?” Zen blinked, “...I know...it sounds stupid no matter who says it…” MC admitted. ‘Yeah it does…’ Zen sighed internally, the beginning of the argument sounds dumb, but he knows the deep reason the fight started.

“Out of curiosity...how’d you find my place? I thought you couldn’t see?” Zen asked, “W-well...after I ran out, I started wandering...I couldn’t find my way home since everything was blurry, so I immediately got lost…” MC sulked, Zen seriously worried for this girl. ‘Jaehee’s original worry for her getting lost wasn’t wrong I guess…’ Zen huffed. “I remembered that you lived nearby the shop so I kept walking and found the truck that sells fish bread and immediately found your home...I was lucky...or else I would just be wandering still…” MC said. ‘Is all she going to remember about my place is the fish bread truck…?’ Zen began to sweat.

“Ahem, anyway, how about going to make up with Jaehee, huh? I’ll walk you back.” Zen suggested, “N-no!” Zen blinked at the sudden outburst. “...Sorry...but...I can’t talk to Jaehee right now…” MC stared at her lap, not looking up. “...” Zen waited patiently for MC to explain herself. “...I humiliated myself by fighting with Jaehee...I acted like a child...and I’m so embarrassed...but I didn’t know what to do…” MC began, “I knew that Jaehee was the type to take all the burden and troubles she ever faced by herself...and never tell others. But I wanted to share some of that with her...yet...even now she still won’t tell me when she is troubled…” MC frowned. “If I go back now...I won’t know what to say...because I don’t know why she got mad too…” MC’s voice began to break.

“I got mad...because all day she would phase out or avoid talking to me...and when I asked what was wrong she’d tell me not to worry and walk away...it hurt...that she didn’t trust me…!” MC muttered. “And so...my anger kind of...built up...and I exploded...like an idiot…” MC wiped her eyes, trying to stop her tears. “...” Zen watched MC, he closed his eyes and sighed. ‘These two might actually kill me...two innocent girls who don’t get it...guess I’m going to have to set it straight…’ Zen patted MC’s head, petting her to soothe her.

“MC...you’re not an idiot…” Zen began, “...” MC looked up, small tears in her eyes. “You’re an oblivious idiot~” Zen smiled, “...Huh!?” MC felt like she was stabbed by Zen’s insult. “Where’d that come from!?” MC yelled, “Just giving some perspective~” Zen hummed. “...If the sweet talking, girl-friendly Zen is calling me an idiot...am I doomed…!?” MC was pale, she looked completely terrified. “Hey, hey, calm down.” Zen tried to bring her back to reality.

“I’m not insulting you, I’m trying to help…” Zen explained, “Help?” MC tilted her head. “Yes, help...I need you to understand something. You and Jaehee have blown this thing way out of proportion.” Zen said, MC was confused. “Guess I have to point out more...I heard from Seven that the shop was super full today, after we left in the morning...that true?” Zen asked, “Y-Yeah…?” MC nodded questionably.

“It was after you arrived, right?” “Uh-huh…” “So…?”

“...So what…?”

MC was seriously not getting it, “...you know...you and Yoosung might be on the same level of obliviousness…” Zen said. “Am I that bad!?” MC felt stabbed by Zen’s insult. “MC!” Zen grabbed MC’s shoulders, startling her.

“All those businessmen came to see you!” Zen straightforwardly said. “...Eh?” MC took a moment to process what the handsome male said. “...EH!?” MC yelled, finally getting what Zen said. “Wh-why me!?” MC yelled in confusion, “Glasses.” Zen explained. “Glasses?” MC repeated. “Listen, everyone in RFA knows how cute your are...but not many people outside take the time to notice...those glasses seriously put a sign up for people to notice.” Zen explained, “...N-no wonder people kept asking me what I was doing after work…” MC muttered.

“Yeah...pretty much.” Zen nodded, “Then...what does this have to do with Jaehee…?” MC asked. “...W-well…” Zen looked away, ‘Can’t say the entire truth…’ Zen thought. “...Jaehee’s first real female friend is you.” Zen said, MC nodded, trying to follow along. “Since you are her first, doesn’t that mean she would want to help and protect her precious friend?” Zen looked to MC, “...She...was worried for me?” MC crossed her arms.

“Worried...and scared.”

“Scared?” “Yeah...if you suddenly got a boyfriend...most of your free time would go to the guy, wouldn’t it? Less time with Jaehee...of course she’d be scared you would leave her.” Zen tried to explain. “...” MC looked down, taking all this information in. ‘It's the best way I can say that without telling the truth...but if this pressures her to not get a relationship, Jaehee might get really sad…’ Zen thought, hoping MC does not take what he is saying the wrong way.

“That would never happen.” Zen blinked, looking to MC. “I would never stop spending time with Jaehee.” MC said, “...You say that, but you don’t know the future.” Zen pointed out. “No, I know for a fact I won’t do it!” MC looked to Zen, he was surprised to see the confidence in her eyes. “...The truth is...I was asked out before.” MC said, “Huh? You were? When?” Zen asked.

“A week after we opened the shop.”

“Huh!? Why didn’t you say anything!?” Zen yelled in surprised, “Because...I had not thought it was important...until now…” MC explained. “He had said I looked cute and that if we could hang out once in awhile…” MC recalled, “...I guess I was a bit cruel because I flat out denied any chance of a romantic relationship with him then and there.” MC said. “Whoa, that's cold!” Zen paled, “I know! I know! But when I rejected him, I just felt like I had to be honest!” MC flailed, trying her hardest to explain. “You see...I said…”

“I’m sorry...I can’t go out with you...or even spend time with you. I...had just started this shop with someone important to me...and I want to dedicate every moment I have with her and this shop.”

“...” Zen watched MC’s cheeks turn red, and he realized it right then. He was wrong. “You’re not oblivious…” MC looked to him slowly, “...You’re in love.” Zen saw MC blush harder. “Ah...I’m such an idiot...I should’ve realized that…” Zen smiled tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I try hard to hide it...so it's not your fault…” MC was still flushed red, “...then...as someone in love...why can’t you go make up with her?” Zen looked back to MC. “B-but I can’t-”

“MC.” The brunette stiffened, feeling like she was getting scolded like a child.

“Think about it like this, for us lonely guys who do not have anyone, how about attaining that love we all want.”

“...” MC stayed silent, seeing the wishful expression on the actor’s face. “MC...you have to tell the truth...or else you’ll regret it...say it for the first time…” Zen said. “...!” Tears filled MC’s eyes, she hiccuped as she began to cry. “...” Zen smiled softly, petting MC’s head gently.

“Hic...sniffle...Zen...Hic…!”

“Yes…?”

“...I love her…”

“...pant...pant…!” Jaehee panted heavily as she ran down the sidewalk, looking around everywhere. ‘This is not good!’ Jaehee was in a panic. MC is wandering about, not able to see a thing, anything horrible could happen to her. Kidnapping, getting robbed or attacked, getting hit by a-Jaehee did not want to finish that thought. She already called Luciel, who thought she was just in a panic again. But one threat of using him for judo practice sent him working.

‘I...shouldn’t have kept things to myself...I made MC insecure and sad...this all my fault…!’ Jaehee’s eyes began to sting. ‘If...if something happens to her...I won’t ever be able to forgive myself…!’ Jaehee’s vision began to blur.

‘MC!’

“Jaehee!”

“...!” Jaehee quickly looked up, she saw the small brunette before her. “M...MC…!” Jaehee rushed forward, MC ran forward as well, the two hugging without a chance to speak. “I’m so glad you’re okay…!” Jaehee tears began to fall, “I’m so sorry Jaehee…!” MC was crying as well. The two did not let go for a second, as if pulling away would make the other disappear from sight.

“Girls~”

“...?” Jaehee blinked, looking up and seeing a awkward smiling Zen. “Zen?” Jaehee tilted her head, “was I unnoticeable for once?” Zen laughed. “What are you doing here?” Jaehee asked, “Ah! Zen helped me find my way back!” MC pulled away slightly to look at Jaehee.

“Really? Thank you, sorry for causing trouble.” Jaehee looked to Zen. “Nah, it's fine, plus, Seven kind of called me saying you were crying hysterically for MC so I had to rush her back~” Zen smiled. “I...am seriously sorry…” Jaehee blushed in embarrassment. “Really, it's ok, I like saving the day like this, it makes up for the fact that I lost~” Zen hummed, “Lost?” the two girls were confused.

“Don’t mind what I said, just go ahead and make up~” Zen waved off. “...” Jaehee looked to the sniffling MC then to Zen. “I’m really sorry for bothering, but I will be taking MC back,” Jaehee said, “...I see, alright then, be careful you two.” Zen smiled, turning to leave. “Thank you very much.” Jaehee said, then pulled MC along. “Um, bye Zen!” MC called and was dragged away by Jaehee.

“...” Zen looked up to the night sky, seeing some stars despite the city lights. “...How unlucky...I have to watch the stars all alone…” Zen muttered, “But if she’s happy...then it's fine…” Zen continued his way home.

The whole walk back was silent, instead of heading towards the cafe, MC was taken to Jaehee’s home. Guess Jaehee already locked up for the night. MC’s been there a few times, but she’s never stayed over, mostly because it makes Jaehee nervous. After walking through the front door, MC timidly walked into Jaehee’s home, nervous after all. They are obviously going to talk about what happened today, which is terrifying. Thinking about it, the entire day was eventful, it was like the first eleven days she met Jaehee. Those were both exciting and stressful times. Back to now, MC twiddle her fingers, there was nothing but silence, so she tried to start a conversation. “So...your home is still spotless Jaehee, it's amazing how you always-!” MC turned around and was suddenly hugged by Jaehee.

“...do it…” MC muttered, feeling Jaehee’s arms around her, she blushed. “...Um…” MC quieted down, not sure what to say at that moment. “...I’m sorry MC…” Jaehee whispered, “Huh? S-sorry?” MC repeated in confusion. “I hurt you...made you cry...made you feel alone…” Jaehee said quietly, “...” MC listened, not saying a word. “We’re together all the time...yet I did not know I made you feel so alone…” Jaehee tightened her hug a bit. “I-I’m so...sorry…” Jaehee trembled slightly.

“...Jaehee…” MC raised hand to rub Jaehee’s back to relax her. “For what I said earlier...you don’t have to take it to heart...I was just frustrated…” MC said, ‘It's fine...if I keep these feelings to myself...to not burden Jaehee...sorry Zen...guess I’m not that strong…’ MC smiled sadly.

“MC!”

“...!?” MC flinched, feeling Jaehee grabbed MC’s shoulders and pulled her away slightly and stared straight into her eyes. “Everything you say and will ever say is important, I will always be serious and take it to heart!” Jaehee looked completely serious and stoic, making MC’s heart beat faster.

“B-but its not a big deal-”

“MC...every word you’ve ever said to me...spoken or written...has always had a major effect on me.” MC stopped talking, watching Jaehee. “From the moment we met in that chatroom...to now...everything you ever said to me...I always took it to heart.” Jaehee closed her eyes. “You changed everything in my life for the better by just talking to me...I found happiness because of you...I...have never been more happy in my life then now…” Jaehee squeezed MC’s shoulder slightly.

“So...no matter if you say it happily or angrily...your words will always be imprinted on me...that is my one desire.” Jaehee opened her eyes, they were filled with absolute love and devotion. Jaehee’s expression was the most honest it has ever been today, she was willing to suffer and be happy for MC.

“...” MC’s eyes could not take much more, they were still red and puffy from crying so much, but she seriously could not get a break. Tears just did not dry up for her. MC’s vision was already blurry, but it became more so with the tears filling them. Her entire face was red up to her ears, she cannot take much more. “Anything you say MC…” Jaehee wiped some of her tears away, “I will always listen...and keep your words in my heart…” Jaehee whispered, smiling kindly.

“...Jaehee…!”

“Yes?”

“...Sniffle...I love you…!” MC choked on her sobs, trying to stop her tears. “...” Jaehee’s eyes widen. “Love...me…?” Jaehee repeated, her expression hidden. “Not...hic...as my friend...not...as..hic...my best friend...not...as...my...sniffle...family…!” MC hiccupped. “I love Jaehee as Jaehee…!” MC was in such a fluster, her words were in a jumble.

“I’m sorry...for being like this...Jaehee!” MC tried using her fists to wipe her tears. “...” Jaehee grabbed MC’s wrists, pulling them away from her face. “...?” MC looked up to Jaehee in confusion, not sure what the taller female was feeling. And then, MC’s mind went blank, her mind just processed one thought.

‘Soft…’

Jaehee lips were on MC’s, much to her surprise. “...!” MC’s face was just getting redder and redder. After a second, MC awkwardly leaned in, but as soon as she relaxed Jaehee had pulled away. “...” The two panted quietly, silence taking over again. MC looked away in embarrassment, not entirely sure what this meant.

“...If…” MC looked back to Jaehee, “If I...told you...that I loved you...as well…” MC was surprised to see Jaehee blushing so harshly. The warmth almost radiating from Jaehee’s cheeks. “Would you...be completely mines…?” Jaehee muttered, “...completely...yours…?” MC mumbled. “...Yes...I’ve never been...I rarely could...be selfish...and wish for things...it is why it took me so long to find this happiness…” Jaehee said. “But...if this  would be the only selfish...and possessive request of mine...for the rest of my life…” Jaehee looked to MC. “Would you...please be mine…?” Jaehee asked in embarrassment, but with as much love in her words as she could say. “...Of course!” MC hugged Jaehee, holding onto her for dear life.

“If Jaehee asks, I’ll give you anything! My love, my life, my hopes, my dreams!” MC cried. “Life!? Dreams!? Isn’t that a bit much!?” Jaehee panicked at MC’s exaggeration. “No, it's not!” MC denied and looked up at Jaehee, “Jaehee is my life and my dream now! I’m happy like this!” MC said with full honesty, her eyes glazed with love. “...!” Jaehee’s heart skipped a beat, it is dangerous for a person to be this cute.

“Then...MC is my life and dream too…!” Jaehee hugged MC back, pressing her forehead against MC’s. “Like this...we’ll always tell each other everything...we’ll be insecure together...scared together...happy together...always...together…!” Jaehee was about to cry, “Yes!” MC beamed. “I love you, Jaehee~!” MC grinned, Jaehee smiled with tears in her eyes.

“I love you too, MC…”

“Lonely guys club, day two!” Luciel cheered, “could you not say that…” Zen sulked. “But it's true…~!” Yoosung had his face down on the table. “We have to admit it or else we’ll be stuck in denial~!” Seven hummed, as if it did not matter even a little bit to him. “I keep getting more and more depressed...I need something to cheer me up…” Zen grumbled.

“Not beer, I hope.” Jaehee stood beside Zen, holding a tray of drinks. “Hm? No, of course not~ I meant your wonderful drinks~” Zen hummed, trying to brighten up, even a little. “Well, here they are.” Jaehee placed the tray down for the males to grab. “...Yup, that hit the spot~ I’m still sad but it helps to cope~” Zen hummed bitterly as he took another sip. “Sad? Why are you and Yoosung so depressing right now? The day has not even started yet, it's morning.” Jaehee crossed her arms.

“Jumin made me write five reports in one evening...four of which he said he didn’t need anymore and the last one barely passed…” Yoosung sulked, a dark cloud above him. “Harsh…” Zen paled, “Yeah, I remember doing something like that...he made me write six reports, organize three meetings, call several executives from different timezones and buy Elizabeth the 3rd’s new specially important Shampoo all in an evening.” Jaehee recalled bitterly, “Seriously...working for that jerk is brutal…” Zen shivered at the thought.

“It's fine though...I am happy now and I hold no ill will now~” Jaehee immediately brightened, a flowery aura around her. “How come…?” Yoosung looked up tiredly, “Ah...w-well…” Jaehee suddenly became shy and blushed. “...?” Yoosung was confused, “It's because she finally got herself a lover~” Luciel sang. “Eh!? Jaehee got a lover!” Yoosung shot up, “Don’t yell it…!” Jaehee glowered. “Sorry Ma’am!” Yoosung shrunk away.

“I-I didn’t know you had someone you were interested in Jaehee! I assumed you had no interest in love, like Jumin.” Yoosung said honestly. “Insult me like that again and I will kick you out…” Jaehee glared, “I-I didn’t mean that as an insult!” Yoosung panicked. “Hmph...I said I had no time for love, not that I had no interest…” Jaehee huffed, “But Jaehee has plenty of time for it now~” Seven snickered, the tall brunette blushed.

“W-well...that is…” Jaehee stuttered, “And she can enjoy that love practically 24/7~” Zen joined in the teasing. “Z-Zen!” Jaehee was flustered. “I don’t get it...who is it?” Oblivious Yoosung tilted his head.

“...Well, its-”

“Jaehee~!” MC suddenly hugged Jaehee from behind, startling the taller female. “MC? What is it?” Jaehee looked to the smaller female. “I manage to sell all of the morning pastry bread~ Praise me~” MC beamed as she pulled away, “You did? Thats amazing~” Jaehee smiled and pet MC’s head. The smaller brunette looked like a puppy, you could practically see her tail wagging as she leaned in to Jaehee’s hand.

“Since I sold all the pastries before noon, can I have a reward~?” MC hummed, “A-a reward?” Jaehee suddenly turned red. “Pretty please~” MC begged, “...A-Alright…” Jaehee mumbled. The taller brunette leaned forward and pecked MC on the cheek, making the young girl squeal happily. “Ah...look at that love…” Zen said depressingly, the flowery and heart filled aura bouncing out of his dulled expression.

“Its cute~” Seven snickered, “I almost thought I had to intervene when she wouldn’t admit her feelings~ But Zen beat me to the punch~” Seven grinned at Zen, earning a kick under the table. “When does the violence end!?” Seven whined, holding his leg. “...” Yoosung was staring at the girls, the gears were really too slow to catch up to the image before the blond.

“N-no way...Jaehee...and MC...are going out-mmph!”

“Eat a pastry.” Zen shoved coffee bread in Yoosung’s mouth, too annoyed to explain to Yoosung. “Cough! Nearly killed me!” Yoosung barely ate the bread. “Yoosung…” The blond looked up and flinched at Jaehee’s stern glare. “Is it a problem that MC and I have a relationship…?” Jaehee asked, her arms crossed as MC clinged to her. “N-No! I don’t have a problem! I-I was just surprised! I was expecting you guys to end up together!” Yoosung flailed.

“I think it's great you two ended up together...if either of you ended up with Zen, you guys would have low self esteem like me…” Yoosung sulked. “My looks are not the reason you get depressed easily…” Zen sighed, drinking his beverage. “Jumin won’t be happy…” Yoosung said, “That's true…” the others all agreed.

“Question!” The RFA members turned to their ever hyperhacker. “If Jaehee and MC get married, who ends up with Papa Jumin and who ends up with the two mommies~?” Seven asked, “What kind of question is that?” Jaehee raised an eyebrow. “Since I hate the jerk, I’ll go with the two mommies~” Zen played along, “Me too! Me too!” Yoosung flailed. “Don’t go along with it!” Jaehee scolded. “I don’t want to be scolded by Jaehee...but I also don’t want to be forgotten by Jumin…” Seven muttered. “But someone has to go with Jumin or he’ll get lonely~” Luciel said.

“Alright, Yoosung goes with Papa Jumin, and Zen and myself will go with our cute and pretty mommies~” Seven hummed. “Why do I get stuck with Papa Jumin! He’ll make me learn fancy people etiquette and give up LOLOL!” Yoosung cried. “How did it turn out like this…?” Jaehee sighed, “MC, ignore them…” Jaehee turned to the brunette still linked to her arm. “...MC…?” Jaehee blinked, seeing MC was trembled.

“M-M-M-Ma-Ma-Marry J-J-Ja-Jaehee!?” MC blushed super harshly, fumes almost literally blowing out of her ears. “J-just the thought! I-I can’t! T-t-too much!” MC stuttered harshly. “M-MC! Calm down! I-it's not that embarrassing!” Says Jaehee, but she was blushing hard now too. “I-I-I’m gonna go back to work!” MC pulled away and scurried off. “Ah…” Jaehee could only watch MC run away.

“...” Jaehee turned and glared at the males, the three shrunk in fear. “I-I didn’t do anything…!” Zen cried, “S-sorry Jaehee...didn’t mean to embarrass her…” Yoosung apologized. “...Sigh...it's fine…” Jaehee sighed, “I don’t have any reason to be mad actually…” Jaehee said. “You don’t?” Seven tilted his head, “Yeah...it just proves so much to me…” Jaehee explained, confusing the males. “That I can see MC fluster because of me…” Jaehee smiled, ‘she’s smug…’ the males could feel Jaehee’s smile radiating with confidence.

“M-moving on...um...can MC even see right now? I thought she needed the glasses for another few days…?” Yoosung asked. “Hm? Oh,that…” Jaehee blinked, “...I took her to the eye doctor earlier and asked for temporary contacts instead~” Jaehee hummed, ‘So possessive…!’ Yoosung and Zen began to sweat.

“Ah~ Lovey dovey couples all around~” Seven hummed. “No fair~!” Yoosung whined, Luciel just laughed at the blond. “Either way...if you’re happy Jaehee...then its fine.” Zen smiled warmly. “...Mmm.” Jaehee smiled back. “With MC…” Jaehee looked to the flustered brunette taking orders in embarrassment.

“...I’ll always be happy.”

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This is a random thing I wrote and decided to post it thanks to my pal’s (Pupusa-Kween) suggestion! Unfortunately, Jumin did not make an appearance but oh well~ Maybe next time~ I am not a complete expert at Mystic Messenger, I just played the game and enjoyed myself! Anyway~! If you liked this, then please let us know and I might write more! Any requests and/or suggestions for future stuff, let us know that too! I will try to do other couples with MC and such~ Enough rambling, thanks for reading and see ya next time~!