#if i'm remembering jen said it was her idea that they were all really close and worked because of gemma? like... she fought for that?

[cerealbishh]

"We were all really close. It was great."

[aggimaginary]

The Bad Guys season 1: Our Own Story (chapter 29) - Mira In The Field

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Intro

Mr. Wolf: Yeah! I'm bad!

Mr. Snake: You're bad!

Ms. Tarantula: He's bad!

Mr. Hornet: She's bad!

Mr. Piranha: We're bad!

Mr. Shark: Who's bad?

The Bad Guys: Yeah! We're the Bad Guys!

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At the New Company Building, Mira was still in the middle of her work of writing the article about another crime committed by the Bad Guys, and another one about their crime-fighting success.

While she was typing on her computer, a woman came to her desk, and said, "Mira Rose, the boss wants to see you."

This made Mira separate her fingers from the keyboard. She was surprised that her boss wanted to see her. She gulped nervously before standing up from her chair, and following her boss' assistant.

On the way, Mira started asking, "And I in trouble?"

"He just told me to call you," the assistant said.

Mira didn't want to ask another question. The assistant might have no idea why the boss called her. When they made it in front of the boss' door, the assistant tilted her head, gesturing for Mira to go inside. Mira took a deep breath, and entered the room.

In the boss' office, the chair was facing backward. Nervously, Mira slowly closed the door behind her.

"Mr. Wilson…I heard you want to see me?" Mira asked.

"Yes, Ms. Rose, we have something to discuss," said the boss, turning around to face her. "Your articles of the Bad Guys are really impressive lately. You reported almost everything about them. Their crime, their heroism, and even other activities, like Mr. Piranha planning to have his own singing career, Mr. Hornet having a job at the FasTogether restaurant, and Mr. Shark becoming a famous 'actress' as Heather Jennings until he got fired for faking his identity in the set. There were many things the people learned about the Bad Guys."

Mira chuckled, "Aww, it was nothing. It's a simple job."

"And that is why I'm calling you here, Ms. Rose," Mr. Wilson declared, making Mira stop chuckling and paying attention to him. "Since your journaling skills were so impressive and incredible, how would like to put your skills in the field?"

"Umm, is writing about the Bad Guys already a field journaling to me? I've been going outside and taking pictures of them."

"Yes, it does. But this is gonna be different. I'm assigning you to an advanced level of field journaling, which is very dangerous. A gang of criminals broke into the Natural History Museum the other night, and they stole some kind of jade artifact. And I want you to write an article about this artifact, and know what the criminals' intention of stealing it is."

"Wait, how can I do that? That would be a dangerous mission," Mira asked worriedly as she knew about the danger of field journaling.

"Ms. Rose, you just have to find a way. I know this is a suicide mission, but it's a way to improve your skills. You can't just sit behind your desk all the time and write, and research things in the internet. You should go out there, and find stories outside the office. It's a real thing."

Mira wanted to hesitate because of her fear of danger, but she couldn't argue with her boss. She was given an order, and she should follow it or she'll lose her job.

"Yes, sir," she sighed while hanging her head down as she left the room sadly. When Mira closed the door behind her, she knew she won't survive this assignment. She needed something more than just a notebook and a pen. "I think I'm gonna use some help."

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Later in the afternoon, after Mira left her work, she headed straight to the Bad Guys' hideout. She made sure that no one notice her heading under the bridge of the 6th Street Viaduct while she was driving there. As she remembered, there was a big tunnel that lead to the Bad Guys' hideout, so she carefully drove there. with the headlights on. When she arrived at the hideout, Mira told the Bad Guys everything about the assignment of her job.

"You what?" Tarantula inquired.

"Field journalism? Is it a dangerous thing?" Shark asked.

"I know, but my boss already assigned me to a field journalism, and the article I have to write was the stolen artifact from the Natural History Museum the other night," Mira explained.

"The Jade of Ammit? Oof, that is one of the most dangerous artifacts there is!" Piranha exclaimed.

"You know about that artifact?" Mira quickly pulled out her notebook and pen.

Wolf replied with his pawns behind his back, "Yes. Back in our criminal days, we studied artifacts, and what they are capable of. We heard about the robbery at the Natural History Museum, and that artifact is called the Jade of Ammit. Whoever looked directly into the jade, it will give them their biggest fears and worst nightmares. That is why it was kept in a glass box. The jade won't work within glass."

"And… did you steal it before?" the journalist asked.

"We can't. It's too risky. Plus, why do we even need it? Showing their enemies' worst nightmares was a bit extreme or we would stare at the jade ourselves, and we would see our worst nightmares," Snake answered.

"A lot of criminals want to steal it. There is only one criminal who wants to get their hands on it: Silver Fox," Tarantula announced.

But Mira interrupted with a snicker, "Silver Fox? I don't want to sound mean, but would the term 'fox' be racist to Governor Foxington?"

"Not all foxes are bad, but not all of them are good either. It might be a nod to Governor Foxington's name, but that is how he used it… really likely as an excuse of proving that foxes are as bad as our animal species," the Bad Guy leader explained.

"Okay, but, what do you know about Silver Fox?"

"He's a mob boss. He had proven to be one of the high mob bosses in the city. If caught, he'll pack his bags and leave. If in a cell, he can bail out from it. He might be friendly when you meet him, but he's not an idiot. We knew him before. He even wanted to hire us to do his dirty work, but we declined the offer and parted ways."

"That was during my first year as a Bad Guy. I had a lecture to know other criminals than myself and my team," Hornet added, remembering his first year on the job.

"So, why does he need that artifact?" Mira questioned while holding her pen.

"We don't know yet, but we will meet him tonight to see if he has it. And then, we will retrieve that artifact, and return it to the museum," Snake answered.

"And I'll go with you."

"No, Mira, you can't. It's too dangerous," Tarantula watched.

"I know, but if I go back to work tomorrow empty-handed or without progress, I'm gonna lose my job," the journalist whimpered sadly.

When the Bad Guys glanced at each other, neither of them wanted Mira to come along or their mission will be compromised, but their doings might affect her job, and they didn't want that.

Wolf sighed, and held Mira's hands together, "Alright, Mira. we're doing this for you, but you have to stay close. Being in the lair of a mob boss can be pretty dangerous."

Mira wiped a tear, and nodded silently.

"We just need the plan to get in there to retrieve the Jade of Ammit," Piranha suggested.

Wolf then beamed as he got an idea. He dug into a treasure chest, and got a blueprint before placing it down on the table. It was the blueprint of the mob boss' hideout, "Glad that before we cut ties with Silver Fox, he gave me the blueprints of his hideout. Okay, so here's what we gonna do."

On the blueprint was a full layout of Silver Fox's hideout. It was at a warehouse building, but underground.

"He usually rest in his really large office right here," explained Wolf. "It's gonna be crowded with many guards and goons he hired over the past decade. Now, note that it's huge, so there will be eyes watching us. However, we know a few ways of how we can get that artifact since he might have it stored in a glass display. So, me and Snake will pay a visit to him for some talk. While we stall him for long, I need all of you to use the vents. Get close to the artifact. Piranha, Hornet, you deal with any guards nearby and don't make a single sound. Shark, Mira, I would need you to lower and supervise Tarantula onto hacking through the electrical lock on the glass display. Once we've gotten the artifact, retreat back in the vents and me and Snake will call it a day."

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At the Port of Los Angeles at Wilmington, the Bad Guys were behind another building, just 2 buildings away from Silver Fox's hideout.

"Okay, so that's Silver Fox's hideout. Snake and I will go right ahead while you five should sneak into the ventilation shaft as we planned," Wolf summarized the plan as the other Ba Guys nodded.

"This is so exciting! Let's go!" Mira squealed excitingly before starting to run off

"Uh, Mira, no, don't!" Shark held tight to her suit to stop her.

"Why?" She asked.

"This isn't a parade, we're in a mob boss territory," Tarantula reminded.

"Keep your hands to yourself, unless you're stealing," Piranha advised.

"You either slouch or strut," Hornet added.

"And never, ever smile like a friendly smile," Snake said.

Mira said appreciatively."Okay, thanks–"

Wolf snapped, "No! No 'thank you's', and drop the 'please,' too. Just… chill."

Wolf: Let me tell you something you can really trust Everybody's got a wicked side I know you think that you could never be like us Watch and learn so you can get it right

The Bad Guys: You need to drag your feet You need to nod your head You need to lean back Slip through the cracks

You need to not care

Snake: Uh, you need to not stare

The Bad Guys: You need a whole lot of help

Wolf: You need to not be yourself

You wanna be cool Let me show you how Need to break the rules I can show you how

And once you catch this feelin'

The Bad Guys: Yeah, once you catch this feelin'

You'll be chillin', chillin' Oh, oh, oh, oh Chillin' like a villain (Chillin') Chillin' like a villain (Chillin') Chillin' like a villain (Hey!) Chillin' like Chillin' like (Hey!)

A villain

Hornet: You draw attention when you act like that

Shark: Let us teach you how to disappear

Tarantula: You look like you would lose a fight to an alley cat

Piranha: You gotta be wrong to get it right 'round here

The Bad Guys: You need to watch your back You need to creep around You need to slide real smooth Don't make a sound

And if you want it, take it If you can't take it, break it If you care about your health

Wolf: Seriously, you need to not be yourself

You wanna be cool Let me show you how Need to break the rules I can show you how

And once you catch this feelin'

The Bad Guys: Yeah, once you catch this feelin' You'll be chillin', chillin' Oh, oh, oh, oh Chillin' like a villain (Chillin') Chillin' like a villain (Chillin')

Mira: I really wanna be bad a lot And I'm giving it my best shot But it's hard being what I'm not

Snake: Well, if you don't you're gonna get us caught

Wolf: He's right, we gotta stay low-key Now show us how bad you can be

Mira: Like this?

Wolf: Yeah, yeah

Mira: Like this?

Wolf: Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Mira: Oh, yeah, I think I got this Let's go, I'm ready to rock this And I ain't gonna thank you for your help I think I found the worst in myself

Wolf: You wanna be cool Let me show you how Need to break the rules

I can show you how

And once you catch this feelin'

The Bad Guys: and Mira: Yeah, once you catch this feelin' You'll be chillin', chillin'

Oh, oh, oh, oh Chillin' like a villain (Chillin')

Chillin' like a villain (Chillin') Chillin' like a villain (Chillin') Chillin' like a villain (Chillin')

Chillin' like a villain

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Wolf and Snake felt a sense of nostalgia as they entered the hidden level of the warehouse. The last time they met the infamous mob boss was around the time Hornet joined them. They remembered that the mob boss just started using this abandoned place as his own hideout with his gang. There wasn't much between them since the Bad Guys only provided information the mob gang needed, but it didn't last long until they split ways.

The reason that they cut ties with the Silver Fox was that the Bad Guys were already happy with their own team instead of needing to partner with other criminals. The six of them could handle heists on their own. Besides, Silver Fox partook in other crimes that were out of their league (even assassinating), so they wouldn't be willing to be his minions in missions they wouldn't want to do.

The last time they heard, the Silver Fox had nothing but mutual respect for the Bad Guys. He made a joke that the Bad Guys' redemption into a new path could have been used to fool the governor, but he let that slide. He had his own reasons for sticking as a mob boss. And his hideout shows.

Wolf and Snake were surprised by the massive amount of graffiti covering nearly every single wall they came across. Decked in colors gray, blue, and black with some rude pictures. Entering the main room, they were surprised by the number of people around.

The large warehouse room was already set up to look like some kind of living room or a meeting room. The tables and chairs set around appeared to be made from real gold. There was this sense of chaos, but a form of order that meant no sabotages from other criminals visiting.

Speaking of which, the two Bad Guys noticed that there are a few criminals they have never seen before in the room. Some of them were in casual chat, sipping down drinks. Others were in deep plan of what crimes they should do. Others were waiting for their turn to talk with the Silver Fox. They nearly looked like they were all goons, considering how many people he hired to do his work.

And to really show that this place isn't to be messed with, a couple of guards wearing black armor surrounded them.

There were a couple of bridges and vent tunnels, leading to other parts of the hideout. A couple of windows as well to allow sunlight in. On the left and right sides of the room were storage rooms with guards guarding them. Another door where it seemed to be guards training in there. And in the very center was where Silver Fox's desk usually was. Should have been in a more private room, but he liked the attention.

The mob boss himself was here. A large, plump but muscular human with olive skin and gray hair that was trimmed nicely. He kept things simple by wearing a silver business jacket, a black collared shirt, a utility belt, black trousers and black boots with gold chains. In his mouth was a makeshift cigarette.

One guard noticed that Wolf and Snake were approaching them, lifting his baton.

"Hold it," said Silver Fox. "Let them come in."

The two Bad Guys know that he was taking the safe idea, but that didn't mean he would lower his path. Looks like they have to stall him for long. As they took their seats, the guard walked away. They checked behind to see that no one was paying attention to them or Silver Fox.

Looks like this would allow them to steal the artifact without getting caught.

"Mr. Wolf and Mr. Snake," said Silver Fox with a grin. "The famous Bad Guys, now under the blessing of the governor, are allowed to roam around freely. Though, I've been hearing rumors that you two are having a dual career."

Snake grimaced. "It's not something really to be shared with, Silver Fox."

"What may you be here for?"

Wolf shrugged, acting coolly. "Just a little chat. You know that it's been a while ever since we saw each other."

"And no, we're not asking for a deal," said Snake flatly. "We're not available for hire."

Silver Fox pouted. "Aww, so just gonna keep things to yourself."

"We have our own system. Don't get involved."

Wolf chuckled a little as Snake looked away. They were on a mission, but it felt a bit nice to talk with Silver Fox again. It would be sad that they planned to take something from him if it wasn't for the mob boss liking challenges and competition. Silver Fox might be acting friendly, but they know that he has ambitious plans for everyone for his own glory.

"Anyways, how's business doing?" said Wolf, tapping the desk to keep himself calm.

Silver Fox chuckled. "Oh man, I think I'm nearly about to reach the top tier. It didn't go well since you would have so many adjustments to this crummy hideout and need to pay back those you partnered with. However, with the ancient artifact that could show people's worst nightmares in my hands, this will give out a hefty bounty for sure!"

As he explained, he moved to the side with his wheely chair to show something in his possession. Right there in a display glass box with an electronic code lock was the ancient artifact itself. A gem colored in black, purple, and blue in the shape of a diamond.

Wolf and Snake gasped, exchanging glances with each other. Silver Fox really had it the whole time! Tarantula was right that he had it.

"So you're gonna sell that for the black market?" guessed Snake.

"How would you know that wouldn't end up in disaster?" asked Wolf, concerned.

"Oh, I'm aware." Silver Fox's smile turned into a frown. "I just don't care."

Snake scoffed. "Typical."

Wolf's ears flicked upwards when he heard something rumbling from the vents above. There was some grumbling. The others were on their way to take the ancient artifact. He took a look behind, glad that nobody else was watching them. The only obstacles were Silver Fox and two guards watching over the glass display.

He gave Snake a pinch on his tail and the latter knew what that meant.

"So," said Snake. "We might not have that long here, so let's make up the time. Perhaps we can discuss about it in another room?"

"All rooms are occupied by my minions doing their intimate rituals," said Silver Fox blankly.

"Wait, what?" said Wolf, raising an eyebrow.

"How about some music to fill in the air?" asked Snake. "Does that music box still work?"

Without permission, Snake suddenly pulled out a CD from thin air and placed it right into the small radio resting next to Silver Fox. Hitting the play button, the speakers started playing a jazzy song. It sounded really old due to its crisp and limited production. And to prove that, Snake was already bopping his head up and down to it.

"W-What?" said Wolf, confused. "Where did you get that from?"

"Webs help me make this one," answered Snake.

"Okay?" said Silver Fox.

"Through downloading on iTunes."

With the music cranked loudly, this would give the others an advantage to steal without being heard.

Though, it didn't make their experience in the vent any more comfortable.

"So this is how it is like crawling through the vents," said Mira, trying to peek through from behind Shark. "Needing to endure getting through these cramped spaces without worrying about the cold, unclean metal next to you."

Shark shivered. "That is a bit too much right now."

"Come on," said Tarantula. "It's not too bad! There isn't any like poop around here!"

Followed by a single piece of gum landing on her head. Her eye twitched, not wanting to touch her hair for inspection.

"You were saying?" said Hornet.

"There wasn't gum in this vent," said Tarantula.

"Think it's about time," said Piranha, watching through the vent door gaps. "Get ready for action, chico!"

"You two handle those who are watching over the artifact," said Tarantula. "Shark, I will need you to lead me down there to get through that lock."

"You're sure about this?" asked Hornet. "Do you need help?"

"I would like to help as well," said Piranha, lifting up his head like asking for help.

"Nah. Snake taught me a few things as well. I wouldn't even need to crack the code using my hands anyway. It's an electronic lock."

They slowly opened the vent door, making sure that it didn't create too much noise. When they could confirm that Silver Fox's attention was on Wolf and Snake, Piranha and Hornet leaped down right onto the guards. The former just fell on his target's face while the latter just flew to his and dragged him down by the collar. They made sure to subdue the guards quietly so that Silver Fox didn't hear them.

"I see that you hired more people around here," said Wolf, pretending to ignore Piranha and Hornet knocking out the guards. "You're gonna slap that uniform on them, aren't you?"

"Slap right on their chest with my logo on it," said Silver Fox, leaning back on his chair. "Though, it's much easier to get the more desperate ones. As I said, need to pay them, but I think it's going smoothly. I can allow them to join my gang, though them trying to use their own merchandise here?" He shivered, remembering the few times how they tried to ruin the graffiti in his hideout. "Would be a nightmare. I rather have them do their own branding instead of theirs bleeding into mine."

"Well, that isn't really fair if you're hiring some of the best criminals in town," teased Wolf, adjusting his jacket. "And you're talking to ME!"

"I'm a neat freak. Deal with it."

Wolf smirked. "So you have no grace with taking in other ideas? Especially when…doing plans for crimes?"

Silver Fox was dumbfounded. "It's not like that."

"Can you save up space for suggestions and feedback?" said Snake nonchalantly.

"Okay, Okay, I get it."

"No, no, no," said Wolf, grinning. "Let's keep that going. Maybe you can take in suggestions of what to serve for dinner to your minions? How about ordering a nice chocolate cake from the cake store two bricks from here?"

Silver Fox groaned, annoyed. "Alright, alright. Enough. I'm already aware, you son of a b-"

"You know that I'm a wolf, remember?"

The mob boss paused for a few seconds.

"…oh," said Silver Fox. "But not that kind!"

Snake grunted, finding it ironic that the human didn't fear the two of them. "At least that's what I like about you. You don't see species."

"I'm an animal person," said Silver Fox, reaching over to pat Snake on the head. "OK, maybe your experiences might not be great, but I have to admit that it would be cool if I were like an animal. Like you."

"Says the guy who doesn't want to take in other people's ideas of how your gang should be like," said Snake, slapping the hand away.

"I'm talking about me, not my crime gang in general."

In the background, Piranha and Hornet moved on knocking out any guards or goons coming in. They made sure to use duct tape and ropes to tie them up for good measure. With the small number of guards down, this allowed the others to start taking the ancient artifact.

Shark slowly lowered a rope from the vents with Tarantula hanging upside down from it. As she reached the glass display, she took out her computer and connected it to the lock. Even though she was upside down, she started typing, humming to herself to the song playing on the radio.

Mira watched in awe, surprised by how this was going. She took out her notepad, writing notes of what she was seeing.

"This reminds me a lot of James Bond," she said.

"Is there a scene like this?" asked Shark.

"I believe so."

CREEEEEK!

Shark's and Mira's eyes widened, nearly thinking that the vent was making too much sound. However, nobody down below heard that.

CREEEEEK!

Shark clenched his teeth nervously. "Maybe it would have been best if I stayed out of here."

"Yeah," agreed Mira. "Definitely."

"Wait, how old are those vents again?" said Snake's voice randomly.

"Mmmm…I don't know," said Silver Fox. "Must have been like a hundred years old. They are way broken for giving fresh air."

CREEEEEK!

Mira and Shark slowly turned to each other. They were all gonna fail this mission.

However, the rest remained oblivious to the obviously failing vents. Wolf and Snake already got Silver Fox deep in a conversation. At the moment, Tarantula was close to breaking the code and Piranha and Hornet were dragging away the unconscious guards.

"Do you really have any plans of what you will do once you…expand your business like this?" questioned Snake. "With more money flow in?"

"I'm thinking of building an empire," said Silver Fox. "Expanding my career with many new options. I'm already into this competition. Why not you guys?"

Snake shook his head. "I don't want to make things personal. I hate being mixed with others."

Wolf was quiet for a while. "I kind of gave up on showing off. I just want to do what I want without needing to worry about what others say."

"I'm guessing that you're still a try-hard," commented Snake dryly.

"Oh yes," said Silver Fox proudly ."And it's exciting!"

"And when will you retire?" said Wolf out of nowhere.

"Until I find a worthy successor. I think it should be important to keep up a legacy like this. Leaving its mark to be one of the greatest. You know, when I managed to make a bigger empire, I'm gonna call it 'Fantastic Foxes'!"

All he got were two blank stares. Even Tarantula, Piranha, and Hornet paused what they were doing when they heard the name!

"…but you cannot take the title of a book!" exclaimed Wolf. "That's copyright!"

"Can do!" said Silver Fox, wagging his finger. "Your name for your gang is unoriginal."

"Your codename is unoriginal as well," muttered Wolf.

"Hey!" hissed Snake. "We didn't waste time thinking of a name. That's too complicated."

"But it's important to let people know how you present yourselves," pointed out Silver Fox. "Even saves you from being called something unfortunate."

"I have to be with Snake on this one," said Wolf. "I like using the name 'Bad Guy'. It's more direct than being a show-off."

"You're missing out on the drama."

CREEEEEK!

Back on the vents, Shark was trying to not move the rope too much. But he could feel the metal underneath him slowly loosening up. He wanted to try to move in case the old vent gave in due to being in the same spot.

"I think your weight is causing this passageway the weight on its shoulders," said Mira anxiously.

"Yeah, no kidding, babe!" said Shark, shaking. "You're adding to the weight as well!"

CREEEEEK!

Mira looked down below. "Come on…get it, Webs."

It didn't take too long for the tarantula to crack the code. Her computer chimed positively and the lock opened. The glass display opened up, letting the gem glow brighter than ever.

"Whoopang!" cheered Tarantula, pulling on some gloves and grabbing the gem. "Oh, we're getting you out of here before we experience a nightmare."

CREEEEEK!

As if on cue, a nail popped out from the vent, bumping her head. Without removing her smile, she looked right up.

It happened really quickly that nobody had time to move out of the way. All the connected vent tunnels came crumbling down. Wolf and Snake yelped, seeing it crashed into the middle of them. It even managed to cut the desk in half (even the radio)! Silver Fox was hit as well, slumping to the floor as if a hammer was slammed into his head. The glass display was also caught in the crash when Shark and Mira landed on top of it.

The guests and the goons behind them gasped, standing up to see the ruckus.

"Oh no…" said Hornet, placing a hand over his face.

"Oh, they're not gonna understand this, aren't they?" said Piranha sheepishly.

When the smoke cleared, it revealed a long line of broken vent tunnels on the floor. They could hear Silver Fox slowly trying to make his way out. As the mob boss stood up, he found Shark and Mira lying there with large bugged-out eyes.

Shark gasped, patting over himself. "Webs?! Webs?! Where are you?"

"I'm right here…" Tarantula groaned as she pulled herself up, nearly squashed by Shark's dorsal fin.

"Oh, there you are!" said Shark cheerfully.

Silver Fox was shocked to see all the Bad Guys in the same room. He turned to Wolf and Snake, expecting answers.

"It's not what it looks like," said Wolf, grinning.

The ancient artifact, unshattered, rolled right between them and the ruined desk. Snake glanced at it, tempted to take it quickly.

Silver Fox groaned, taking out his wheely seat. "Okay, so now I see what's going on. That's actually one of my five guesses why you are here today."

"You mean six?" asked Piranha. "Or seven?"

"W-We don't want any trouble," said Mira, standing up. "Just need to take…this…somewhere else. It's not safe for anyone to keep!"

Silver Fox just laughed. "That's what you say. Though, it's not safe for all of you coming here to rob me, don't you realize?"

The truth became too clear when the majority of the guards and hired criminals pulled out their weapons, pointing them right at the Bad Guys. Even more guards came in, bursting through the doors. However, a small number of the goons went back to their own business, bothered by this.

"I would have asked nicely for you to surrender and leave my gem here," said Silver Fox with a grin. "But having seven enemies here is better than just one!"

The Bad Guys regrouped with each other, seeing all the guards slowly coming towards each other. They weren't armed with that many weapons, so these batons and knives might be enough to take them down. And to their dismay, the ancient artifact was now between them and the mob boss. Yet, he didn't pick it up.

Oh, he was gonna play that game, huh?

"Guards!" said Silver Fox, sitting back in his seat. "Please show them the front door. It shall be their last."

As he turned around to take out his phone and film himself at this moment, the guards made their move, circling around the Bad Guys.

"This isn't gonna be good…" said Mira, clutching onto her notepad.

"I knew that we should have brought bombs along!" hissed Piranha.

"Is there a backup plan to this?" asked Snake.

That was when Wolf remembered something. "Oh! Right. I nearly forgot."

He whistled and this was Diane's cue to come in.

A few guards didn't expect someone to burst through the window and knock them out quickly. All everybody else saw was a person fully decked in a black ninja outfit. Then, they quickly swiped a chip at one of the guards surrounding the Bad Guys.

In the blink of an eye, the circle of guards were electrocuted, electricity flowing through them. Like sacks of potatoes, they fell to the ground, undefeated.

"Wait, you didn't tell us about THAT?!" said Snake, turning to Wolf.

The ninja didn't say anything as she threw out a couple of small weapons. Wolf got a blaster, Snake got a whip, Hornet got a small paintball sniper, Tarantula got a bubble shield device, Shark got a boomerang and Piranha got a rocket launcher.

"Oooh! This is cool!" said Piranha. "CHAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGEEE!"

And with that, all hell broke loose as nearly all the Bad Guys went out to fight. Almost every single criminal and guard charged toward them, using their weapons to fight back. However, Wolf, Hornet, and Mira were left standing, watching as the ninja walked toward them. While punching any guards coming to her without even looking at them.

"I wanted to keep it a surprise," said Wolf, a little belatedly.

"Wait a second," said Hornet, realizing what he did. "You called HER over?!"

"Who's she?" asked Mira, confused.

"An acquaintance of the Bad Guys," said Diane, making her voice a bit deeper.

*Flashback*

"You're actually going to steal from Silver Fox?" said Diane's voice through Wolf's communicator. "THE Silver Fox?!"

"This is our only way of grabbing that ancient artifact," said Wolf. "It's gonna be risky, but we will need to get in to take it. He definitely has it."

"Are you sure about this? I wouldn't underestimate Silver Fox's gang, even if he has the artifact. He already built an army. Will Mira be alright as well?"

"Don't worry. We already set things up, but in case anything goes wrong, that is where you come in."

There was a sigh from Diane's end. "Alright then. Just let me quickly finish my work first. I'll be there in a couple of minutes."

"Got it then," said Wolf.

*End of Flashback*

"...I prefer that voice over your regular voice," deadpanned Hornet before turning to Wolf. "You couldn't think of anyone else to bring over?!"

"In case of emergency!" said Wolf. "I don't really have any other idea who we can trust to be our back-up."

"Oh great. So it's gonna be her saving the day."

"Just to provide you all with the right things," said Diane, punching another guard running by.

Mira was about to ask, but Hornet quickly moved to her shoulder to snipe a goon that was about to attack her. For a small paintball, he was surprised that the second it crashed into her head, the goon was already knocked out. The little bug slowly looked down at his sniper gun before back at Diane.

"W-Where did you exactly get these things?!" he questioned.

"I…may or may not be taken them from secret government experiments," said Diane, a sheepish smile behind her mask.

Hornet rolled his eyes. "Eesh, you just made those and try to be humble about them." He then leaned towards Wolf to whisper into his ear. "The government making weapons actually freaks me out."

He heard a loud war cry from Piranha, shooting a rocket right at some unfortunate goons. Seeing this, Hornet decided to join, firing paintballs wildly. As he left, a guard suddenly grabbed Diane from behind. She nearly got out a few times, but the guard was much stronger, even when she hit him in the stomach. She proceeded to spin around and grabbed onto him, pinning him to the ground before landing a punch in the face.

Meanwhile, Wolf quickly placed an arm over Mira protectively, firing his blaster at those incoming. He made sure only to fire by the feet or on the armor to ensure that he didn't accidentally kill them. In the chaos, he spotted the ancient artifact rolling across the floor.

"The artifact!" he said. "Mira! I need you to be with Webs. She'll protect you with that shield weapon she got. We'll take care of the artifact."

"You're sure about this?" asked Mira. "I can try to help!

"I don't think you'll last long in here! Webs wouldn't last long in a huge fight as well. Besides, you wanted to report what is going on here, right?"

Diane had just finished throwing another guard down. She huffed, falling onto one knee. She found herself nearly unprepared for this fight.

"Okay, I haven't been in a street fight with thugs for a long time now," she said.

"That's great," snarked Tarantula's voice. "Now can someone please help me from this psycho?!"

Right near them, one of the goons had his hands wrapped around Tarantula, trying to squeeze the life out of her.

"Oh, right!" said Diane.

Thinking quickly, she grabbed a lone boot on the floor and kicked it right towards the goon-no, wait. Right at the guard she thrown away who was trying to get back up. He fell flat, unconscious.

A few seconds of silence as the goon and Tarantula stared at Diane.

"...I just finished my paperwork without any breaks and ran the whole way here, Okay?!" said the ninja in defense.

Tarantula decided that she would get out herself. She turned around and blew a messy raspberry right at the goon. The latter shrieked in horror, feeling saliva coating his face. This gave Tarantula enough time to break free and crawl over to Wolf. He picked her up and placed her right onto Mira's shoulder.

"You two try to find a safe place!" ordered Wolf, whipping around to shoot another guard.

"Right!" the two girls said.

As they quickly ran away, Tarantula activated the shield over the two of them so that they wouldn't get hurt. That didn't mean the bubble shield was invincible. Every three hits, it went down and needed a few seconds to recharge. Mira spent the whole run ducking and dodging several objects that could knock her down. She finally found safety right behind a flipped-over table.

"Well," she said, writing in her notepad. "This would give me a good realistic view of how criminals fight each other."

"Not the time now!" said Tarantula worriedly. "MIRA! LOOK OUT!"

But Mira already knew, moving her head away from an incoming object. Another came in, but she moved out of the way, not taking her eyes off her notepad. A couple more objects flew in, but she continued to nonchalantly dodge out of the way. It was also kind of stiff since she was more focused on taking down more notes.

As they watched on, the Bad Guys were taking down many criminals and guards, more than they think. While they could have stuck together, it was like wildfire due to how many enemies they had. The other side was trying to do everything they can to take control of the ensuing war, but the sudden surprise of the Bad Guys robbing the place shook them that they weren't prepared.

In the chaos, a few people were nonchalantly resting at the tables. Specifically, one goon was ogling with a person wearing a shiny dress.

"Finally! A girlfriend!" exclaimed the goon happily. "Hey, do you like-?"

WHACK!

That came from Shark who just threw his boomerang right at the next wave of guards. The goon couldn't escape that as well, dropping to the floor. Seeing this, the person in the dress happily bent down to snatch his wallet.

"Yoink!" said the crossdresser in a masculine voice.

Meanwhile, the guards that were hit by Shark's boomerang didn't see the large shark coming. They only managed to regain focus when they saw him charging toward him like a football player. He crashed into one before tossing him right at the others, ending up landing on top of them.

Snake found himself enjoying using the whip. He wasn't moving that much, but he found the whip to be really efficient. Getting to snap back at people and trip them, even if they weren't targeting him. At one point, Wolf picked up Snake and spun him around, making it look like he was using a longer whip to crack at the enemies far away from him.

Piranha was having the time of his life, shooting rockets around aimlessly. Several explosions set off, but they were harmless and only flipped the goons and guards around. Though, it didn't last long until he ran out of ammo, so he instead threw it right at another enemy before he started bouncing off from every target he could find like a pinball machine.

Hornet didn't rely that much on his given weapon, but he used it if his opponents were too strong. He headbutted and punched many in the face or underneath their chins as many as he could, but when some were still standing, he shot a paintball right at their head to knock them out. After taking down one goon, he quickly flipped his sniper gun backward and shot a guard coming towards him, making him spin mid-air.

"Oh come mon!" groaned Silver Fox with a box of popcorn in his hands, watching as several of his men fall. "It's just eight of them! How hard could it be to take them down?!"

And then, he noticed the ancient artifact suddenly being tossed upwards in the midst of the fight.

"Fine," he exasperated, tossing his popcorn away. "I'll do this myself."

The ancient artifact was bouncing above people's heads as if it was a ball. One would think that it would make its way out from the crowd. However, it ended up in the hands of Shark who just got out from defeating a muscular bodyguard.

And then, the gem went into effect.

Shark's eyes widened as he saw his greatest nightmare. It looked like…

He let out a girly scream before throwing the gem away.

It ended up in Tarantula's tiny hands. Unfortunately, she wasn't wearing any gloves. Her eyes went glassy for a moment as they showed her something. She let out a scream which was enough to get Mira back into reality.

"GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!" the tarantula screamed. "GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!"

"What's going on?" said Mira.

The panicking tarantula ended up throwing the gem right at Mira's head, bouncing off away.

Hornet just threw his sniper gun away once it was empty, but that led to the gem landing in his palm. Suddenly, he saw something flash right through his eyes. Images, but he knew them before. The comb he first woke up, the war he nearly died in, and the moment when he saw that his colony…

"OH HECK NO!" he screamed, throwing the gem AND his sniper gun right to the floor in a blind outrage. "NOT TODAY! NOT TODAY!"

It soon turned into a game of hot potato as the gem kept bouncing around from people's hands. One by one, they were forced to see their greatest fears and nightmares, causing them to freak out, faint immediately or run away in fright. From the sidelines, Mira slowly stood up as she watched the ancient artifact being passed on from every goon to guard to criminal, making them lower their guard. It was madness.

It finally landed right in Wolf's hands. Something flashed in front of his eyes, but the second he saw it, he let out a loud scream as he stumbled backwards. In the process, he dropped the artifact and accidentally crashed into Diane who was just running by. The two dropped to the floor.

Wolf groaned, rubbing his eyes as he wondered what he just saw. Opening his eyes, he realized that they made a big mistake.

Diane's face was in full view, her hood removed.

Mira gasped, stunned to see the governor's face. In a ninja suit.

"What?" said the fox, slow to realize.

Someone grabbed her neck, lifting her upwards. It was Silver Fox. He didn't turn her around to see her face yet, but he was planning to.

"Alright now," he said, cracking his knuckles. "How about I give you some nice, lovely recipe of my momma's-?"

Before he could finish that sentence, a whip wrapped around the mob boss' neck and spun him around, right into Snake who headbutted him in the face. Silver Fox was knocked out, hitting his head hard on the floor. Birds and stars appeared over her head, tweeting. That would be enough for him to not remember the last few seconds of his life when he wakes up later on.

Snake looked rattled from seeing his own nightmare before. "Oh man, oh man…what in the universe just happened?!"

All the guards, goons, and criminals were down. It was only the Bad Guys, Diane, and Mira left awake. However, Wolf realized that Mira was staring at Diane for a long time.

Uh oh.

Diane blinked owlishly, wondering what was with the look on Wolf. And then, she turned to Mira. Her ears lowered.

"I-I can explain," said Diane.

Out of the blue, a loud siren blared from outside.

"They're already here!" said Tarantula. "We got to move!"

"Wait, you called them?" said Diane.

"No time to chat, missy!" said Snake. "Come on!"

They quickly ran out of the room with Tarantula picking up the ancient artifact. This time with thick gloves, so that she wouldn't see her greatest fear again. Wolf and Diane led the way with Snake wrapped around the former. Mira was in the middle, followed by Shark and Hornet. The giant shark with a trembling mouth, in particular, was carrying the now shaken Piranha who was reduced to a weeping ball, sucking on his own thumb.

They finally got outside. The police cars were not too far away. Hornet noticed a dumpster nearby, its lid open.

"There, there, there!" he said hastily.

"Do we have to go in there?" said Mira, wrinkling her nose.

"Got to get used to it," joked Snake.

The Bad Guys and Diane jumped into the dumpster with Shark dragging Mira along with them.

By the time the cops arrested everyone in the warehouse, the other cops were still looking for more suspects and the artifact. They even checked outside around the area, but nothing and no one were found.

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When the cops left with their suspects, the cars' sirens faded to silence. And it was time for the Bad Guys to come out of the dumpster. They do smell stick, but it was worth hiding from the cops.

Mira then turned to Diane, still unmasked. As she remembered what happened back then, and exclaimed, "Governor Foxington, I didn't know you can fight, and had that suit," When Diane chuckled in response, Mira's excitement turned to frown as she began to wonder why the governor was here, "But why are you helping the Bad Guys in this secret mission? And why do you disguise your voice when you're talking? And also, how did you know we're here in the first place?" She then looked down, trying to put the pieces together "Unless…" Mira gasped horridly, "It's you! You're the real Crimson Paw! It wasn't Marmalade at all!" She then pointed her finger to the rest of the Bad Guys "And you Bad Guys had been protecting her all along!"

Wolf tried to explain as he tried to approach her, "Wait, Mira, listen, we–"

"No! No more secrets and lies! I had enough secrets to keep from the world! I am going to write a new article that will expose you to exactly who you are: Governor Diane Foxington is the REAL Crimson Paw!" Mira said before adding another plan, "And a sub-article of you Bad Guys keeping her secret this whole time."

Mira turned her face away from the Bad Guys and Diane as she jumped out of the dumpster and ran away, trying to find a way to the street to get a cab.

The Bad Guys and Diane watched helplessly, letting Mira go. There was no way to stop her now. They jumped out of the dumpster, and headed to the Bad Guys' car.

When they arrived, the seven of them got into the car, still sulking at the moment.

"Could things possibly be any worse?" Snake said.

Wolf turned the key, and to answer Snake's question, the radio played "Don't Worry, Be Happy" by Bobby McFerrin.

The song wasn't a good vibe for the Bad Guys right now. It didn't make them happy either because of the situation they got themselves into.

Hating this song, Hornet headbutted while hearing his helmet and stung the radio multiple times, "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

The radio then sprang out, officially broken. The other Bad Guys and Diane didn't care about it anyway as Wolf started driving the car out of the port.

Before heading back to their homes, the Bad Guys secretly snuck into the National History Museum to return the Jade of Ammit back to its place, inside the glass box on a pedestal without looking at it.

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The next morning, a rolled newspaper was sent falling down from the 6th Street Viaduct bridge. When the newspaper rolled in front of the tunnel that led to the Bad Guys, Piranha was already in the tunnels, waiting for the newspaper in this early morning. He got out of the tunnel to get the newspaper. He sighed sadly as he knew what it'll gonna be in this paper.

At Diane's house, when a rolled newspaper was thrown in front of her door, Diane opened the door, and sighed. The newspaper finally came. She took the newspaper, and went inside for her to read it

When Piranha returned to their hideout, the other Bad Guys were seated at the dining table where they were having breakfast. Piranha handed the newspaper over, and Wolf took it.

"Well, guys, this is it. Once everyone reads this, Diane's reputation will be ruined, she will lose her job, be thrown into jail, Marmalade's gonna get released from jail, and we will also be arrested for lying to the authorities about our governor," Wolf said sadly as everyone else looked down.

"As much as I hated the woman, I don't want Diane to lose everything she worked hard for," Hornet admitted.

After the gang stared at Hornet while listening to him, Wolf removed the rubber around the newspaper, and opened the newspaper.

"'The Deepest Secret Of Our Well-Known Criminals/Vigilantes and Governor by Mira Carla Rose. Contrary to the common belief in the city of Los Angeles, California, it was discovered yesterday that our beloved governor, Ms. Diane Foxington was none other than the real Crimson Paw.'"

The other Bad Guys sighed sharply.

Back at Diane's, she was also reading the same paragraph as Wolf as she continue reading the next line.

"'We had been mistaken by our newly-released prisoners/anti-hero vigilantes/harmless criminals, who had been protecting our so-called governor for the past year after finding out the true identity of the Crimson Paw, and indirectly framing the kind-hearted 'criminal' Professor Rupert Marmalade IV.'" Diane closed her eyes sadly, knowing her reputation was ruined by her past after all… until she noticed there was more.

"But…"

Back in the hideout, after Wolf declared there was another part of the story, the other Bad Guys were surprised to hear that there was more.

"But?" Snake inquired.

"There's a 'but'?" Shark asked as he and the others leaned around Wolf to listen to him more.

Wolf continued, "'But after a great deal of reflection, this reporter has decided that…'"

Diane continued reading as well, "'Exposing the truth would undermine their responsibility of protecting the city from heinous crimes of other criminals. As such, only two copies of this paper has been printed��,'"

Wolf then read the last sentence, "'And once the Bad Guys and Gov. Foxington stop reading this…,'"

"'Mira will destroy it…'" Diane read her part as well.

"'So their secret is kept forever,'" Wolf and Diane finished reading in unison.

After learning that the secret was still safe by their very own journalist, Diane decided to visit the Bad Guys to inform them this in person as she quickly dressed up in her governor suit, grabbed the keys to her car while carrying the newspaper, and rushed out to the door to get to her car. Meanwhile, the Bad Guys wanted to inform this to Diane too as they quickly head to the elevator with their car to find the governor.

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When the Bad Guys were headed out of the tunnel with their car, they noticed Diane's car parked in front of the opening. Knowing it was her, they got out of the car with Wolf holding the newspaper. Diane also got out of her car with the newspaper in her hand

"Did you read this?!" The Bad Guys and Diane exclaimed happily in unison.

"Oh, they definitely read it alright," Mira answered, who was hiding in the shadows of the pillar under the bridge before showing herself by stepping out.

"Mira!" Hornet flew towards her before stopping halfway, "What makes you change your mind?"

The journalist chuckled, "If you understand clearly what I've read, you know why. But it's a good thing I came. Look, after what happened last night, through experience, I realized there are a lot of criminals out there who can do much worse than just ordinary harmless crimes. And I realized that without Ms. Foxington in charge, the city won't be as cleaner as it used to be for the past year," she eyed Diane, who smiled gratefully and appreciatively. Then, Mira turned her glance to the Bad Guys gang, "And you guys won't have permission and rights to protect the city while doing your hobby of robbing from the governor herself. And as for me, well, I won't have any more stories to write."

"Well, I'm glad you made the right decision, but what about the article your boss assigned?" Shark asked.

Mira then showed the papers of the draft of her article, "Oh, I just wrote the other one about the Jade of Ammit. And let me be frank with you that I had the best experience ever last night! It was dangerous, but I love it! I learned so much in just one night. I wrote down everything that happened last night…, except for you, Governor. I can't put you there or the cops would investigate this 'mysterious figure', as I like to call you."

Diane scoffed before giggling, "It's okay. Wolf was the one who called me for backup, so all credit goes to them."

Hornet rolled his eyes, and said sarcastically, "Great. You finally admit we did all of the work."

"I gotta tell you, this would be the perfect article! And I even added the part where you guys returned the jade back to the museum after I left," Mira admitted while hugging her papers.

"Wait, how did you know that?" Snake narrowed his eyes at her.

Mira shrugged while admitting, "I followed you guys to the National History Museum with my car, and I saw everything. I even write it while watching you. I hope you guys read it when it was published."

"We'll certainly do!" Wolf said.

The Bad Guys, Diane, and Mira gathered together for a group hug.

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Credits:

Sam Rockwell - Mr. Wolf

Marc Maron - Mr. Snake

Craig Robinson - Mr. Shark

Anthony Ramos - Mr. Piranha

Awkwafina - Ms. Tarantula

Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet

Stephanie Beatriz - Mira Rose

Zazie Beetz - Diane Foxington/The Crimson Paw

Seth McFarlane - Mr. Wilson

Joe Mantegna - Silver Fox

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Author Aggimaginary

Co-Author TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3

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So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy

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Whoo! This is one of the best chapters I ever wrote!

Special thanks to TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3 for helping me with this chapter. He did half of the chapter. He was the one coming up with the mob boss "Silver Fox", and everything that had happened in the warehouse.

Silver Fox was based on Fat Tony and Fit Fat Tony from The Simpsons

Shark, Tarantula, Wolf, and everyone who held the Jade of Ammit had unseen and unknown worst fears and nightmares, while Hornet's worst nightmares were shown.

The Bad Guys taught Mira how to be a villain with the song "Chillin' Like A Villain" was a reference from Descendants 2. The song doesn't belong to me.

Near the end of the chapter where Mira planned to make an article about Diane being the real Crimson Paw, and Wolf and Diane read the newspaper aloud was the reference by Trolls: TrollsTopia, Stop The Presses

Hornet destroyed the radio with the song "Don't Worry Be Happy" was a reference by 101 Dalamation: Patch's London Adventure where Cruella kicked the radio of her car until it broke (that's my favorite part).

I hope you like this new chapter. And I hope I'll update soon!

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A not-so-peaceful pedicure

Pacey Witter paced back and forth outside the Potter B&B, his frustration building with every step. For the umpteenth time, he’d managed to screw things up with Joey. It seemed to be his special talent. This time, he’d done something monumentally stupid: he’d bailed on their anniversary dinner because of a last-minute job offer that turned out to be a scam. As a result, Joey was furious, and he couldn’t blame her.

When he'd tried to explain, Bessie had intervened, blocking his way with a stern look. Joey had retreated inside, refusing to even look at him. Pacey had spent the next few days wracking his brain for a way to get through to her, but she was resolute. The longer he stood outside the B&B, the more hopeless he felt.

Then, he remembered the pedicure voucher Jen had given Joey for her birthday. She'd mentioned in passing that she was planning to use it today. An idea began to form in his mind. It was a long shot, but maybe, just maybe, he could catch her at the spa and get her to listen to him.

With renewed determination, Pacey made his way to the salon. When he arrived, he spotted Joey almost immediately, reclining in one of the plush chairs, her eyes closed as she relaxed. Taking a deep breath, he walked over and settled into the chair next to her.

"Joey," he began, but she didn't open her eyes.

"Pacey, go away," she said flatly.

"I'm not leaving until you hear me out," he insisted.

Joey sighed, finally opening her eyes and turning to face him. "You really know how to ruin a girl's relaxation time, don't you?"

"I'm sorry," Pacey said earnestly. "I really am. I just... I messed up. Again. And I need you to know how much I regret it."

Before Joey could respond, the pedicure attendants arrived and began their work. The attendant started soaking their feet. Pacey wasn't sure how this was going to help his case, but he was determined to see it through.

As the attendant moved on to scrubbing his feet, Pacey felt the first tingles of discomfort. He tried to ignore it, focusing on his apology. "Joey, I know I let you down. I just—" His words were cut off by a sudden burst of laughter. The pedicurist had started using the foot file, and it was more than Pacey could handle. He had forgotten how ticklish he was on his feet.

Joey watched, her irritation giving way to amusement as Pacey squirmed and giggled uncontrollably. "Pace, are you okay?"

He could barely get the words out between his laughter. "I'm... fine... just... really... tickles..."

Despite herself, Joey started to giggle. Pacey's predicament was too ridiculous not to find funny. He looked so helpless, and for a moment, all the anger she'd been holding onto melted away.

The pedicurist seemed oblivious to Pacey's distress, methodically scrubbing his foot with the foot file, holding his ankle with a vice like grip. Pacey's laughter escalated, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "Please... oh god... Joey... help..."

Joey bit her lip, trying to stifle her own laughter. "Pacey, just try to hold still."

"I... can't... it tickles... so much!" Pacey's face was red, his entire body twitching and writhing as he tried not to kick the pedicurist in the face. The pedicurist switched to the other foot, and Pacey's laughter reached a new peak. He clutched the armrests of the chair, knuckles white, as he struggled to regain control.

Joey couldn't contain her laughter any longer. "Pacey, you look ridiculous!"

"I know... just... please make it stop..." Pacey gasped out, his words punctuated by bouts of uncontrollable giggles.

Finally, the pedicurist paused, giving Pacey a brief respite. He took deep, ragged breaths, trying to compose himself. "Joey, I'm really... really sorry. Please, forgive me."

Joey shook her head, still smiling. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"I do," Pacey replied, his voice hoarse from laughing. "But I'm your idiot."

Joey's smile softened. "Yes, you are." She sighed, reaching out to take his hand. "I forgive you, Pacey. But you have to stop doubting yourself and us."

He squeezed her hand gratefully. "I promise, Jo. No more screw-ups."

Joey laughed lightly. "We'll see about that. But for now, let's just enjoy this pedicure, okay?"

Pacey nodded, relief flooding through him. He knew he was far from perfect, but as long as Joey was by his side, he felt like he could handle anything—even a ticklish pedicure.

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Life Of The Party

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Summary: You were never really one to party, but when it came to taking a break from work and partying with your friends; you thought it might be a nice change. You and your boyfriend - Steve Harrington - decide to attend a party hosted by someone you two knew in middle through high school.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/E/C: Your Eye Color

Dustin -> your younger brother

Warnings:

Language

Underage Drinking

Steve Harrington x-reader

Cartoons could be heard from the kitchen as Steve and I cooked some breakfast. Dustin erupted in a fit of laughter at one of the character's one liners. My boyfriend glanced at me, shaking his head at Dustin's little immature giggle. "Hey, could you grab me a fork?" I gestured towards the drawer beside the empty dishwasher.

Steve reached over and grabbed a fork, handing it back to me. He kissed me on the cheek as he set some waffles onto a plate. The phone began ringing from the wall closest to the kitchen. I handed the spatula to Steve so I could answer the call. "Hello?" I answered. "Y/N/N! Love, it's Jenny!" my old friend greeted.

Jenny and I have known each other since middle school. Both of our mother's were in a book club which led to Jenny and I becoming friends in the sixth grade. She had been in California for the whole summer, but now that we were two months away from college starting she decided to stay for a little bit before going back.

"Hey! I've got the Lake house for the weekend, which never happens," she spoke, "So, I thought that hosting a little get together would be the perfect idea." I looked at Steve who had decorated Dustin's waffles with loads of whipped cream and some strawberries.

The two of them sat side by side, trying not to get any toppings on the sofa; my mom would kill me if she spotted a new stain. I smiled at them before bringing my attention back to the call. "Um, tonight?" I asked. "Yes tonight, silly," Jenny replied.

"I don't know, Jen. Steve and I have an early shift at Scoops tomorrow, and...." I began. "Oh, c'mon. You've been working all summer," she interrupted.

With a little more convincing from Jenny, I thought it might be nice to take a break. Dustin was planning to hang out at the Wheelers, so why not? Both boys had finished the plate of waffles by the time I had finished the very loud conversation with Jenny. She was definitely one of my wild friends. "Who was that?" my boyfriend questioned.

He got up from the patterned couch with my brother following shortly after. Steve cleaned off the dish and set it into the dishwasher. "You remember Jenny, right?" I said, dropping the phone on its stand. He popped a strawberry in his mouth and nodded his head.

"Isn't she the one who got married to her boyfriend the minute she graduated?" Steve said, voice muffled from eating the pieces of fruit. I rolled my eyes and stepped into the kitchen. My young brother reached over and closed Steve's mouth.

Steve pushed him towards the living room. However, Dustin remained standing. He had kept his attention on the two of us when he heard Steve's comment about my friend's early marriage. "Wait, what?" Dustin asked, mouth full of whipped cream.

Steve set a hand on Dustin's face, softly pushing him back into the living room once again; this time my brother abided. "Yes, that's Jenny," I replied, "and her and David are no longer together." Steve nodded and closed the lid to the strawberry container. He put it on the top shelf of the fridge. "She invited us to her lake house tonight. She's having a little get together," I stated.

"Something tells me that Jenny won't be throwing a little get together," Steve commented, winking. He shut the fridge door and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. "Wait, we've got that shift at scoops tomorrow," he pointed out, "I'm pretty sure Robin would kill us if we backed out."

He had a point. The two of us had called out on our last shift, because Steve decided to take me on a spontaneous trip to the lake ironically . "It'll be fine. We've worked almost every day this Summer. We need a break, Steve," I said, standing in front of him with my hands resting on the edge of the granite counter.

He looked back at Dustin who made himself comfortable on the couch yet again. Our sassy orange cat - Mews - was perched behind Dustin's curly head. "What about him?" Steve motioned.

"I'm pretty sure Dustin can take care of himself. He's going to the Wheeler's tonight anyways," I replied.

I haven't always been a big fan of parties, but in this instance it gave me an excuse to let loose a little and hangout with some old friends. "Alright, but if I hear one comment from Jenny about her divorce; we're out," Steve stepped towards me, hand pressed on the counter; trapping me between him and the middle island.

"Hey! No PDA!" Dustin exclaimed. "I didn't even kiss her!" Steve shouted back. I chuckled and went to resume my breakfast making.

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(Later that night, third person view)

Jenny's lake house was crowded with people, all filling the inside and porch area of the vacation home. Jenny was infamous for never hosting a little party. Y/N may had had a few drinks too many; Steve on the other hand, not so much.

Jenny danced beside the Henderson girl with her hands up in the air just as a song by The Go-Go's erupted, which was one of Jenny's favorite bands.

Steve kept a firm watch on his drunk girlfriend while she had the time of her life. David - Jenny's ex-spouse- had shown up uninvited, every once and awhile conversing with Steve about some random topics.

David wasn't the best guy in the world. He only cared about how much money his family made rather than the keeping focus on the people around him. Steve looked up and noticed Y/N begin to wander around the large living room.

He excused himself from the conversation with David. He fleetly made his way to his girlfriend. "Stevie!" Y/N threw her arms up in a joyous action. "Hey, I've got a great idea," Steve wrapped an arm around her, "Why don't we take a little trip to the car, yeah?" She gazed up at him with affection in her Y/E/C eyes, completely ignoring his statement.

Steve had been guiding her to the car in front of the packed house. He made sure to keep a grip on her, hoping she wouldn't stumble down the brick stairs. "Hey! I was having," Y/N hiccupped, "Such a....good time." Steve chuckled slightly and dropped his arm from her shoulders, bringing her over to the passenger seat.

"I know, Y/N/N."

Y/N plopped down in the passenger seat with a smile on her face. Steve reached over and buckled her in, Y/N quickly planting a kiss on his face; aiming for his cheek, but kissed the corner of his lips instead.

His cheeks remained a light shade of pink while sitting down in the drivers seat. It was quiet between the two of them with only the slight hum of the radio and Y/N occasionally laughing.

Steve happened to glance over at Y/N when he stopped at a red light. Y/N's fingers began running over her brows. "What're you doing?" he chuckled softly. He noticed that she was stroking her eyebrows. "Are you petting your eyebrows?" he said.

"They're so soft," she giggled.

A wide smile appeared on the boys face at his girlfriends silly actions. Y/N began laughing even harder when she caught sight of his grin. Soon, Steve pulled into the driveway of the Henderson household.

Luckily for the couple, neither Y/N's brother or mom were home which meant no roadblocks. A few minutes passed and Steve had 'successfully' made it Y/N's bedroom.

He did have to stop a few times given that Y/N kept showing Steve all of the pictures that decorated the walls, even though he had seen all them millions of times. Steve had helped Y/N out of her jeans and t-shirt, trading it for a matching pj set.

She lazily slipped on a dark green sweater, shoving off the wool socks Steve had put on. He grabbed a damp cloth from the bathroom and knelt down in front of her. "I need to take your makeup off," Steve began to wipe the mascara off her face.

She smiled at him as he was nice enough to clean her face. Steve knew that Y/N would be pissed if her skin began to break out.

Steve draped the cloth over the laundry basket so it could dry. He cleaned up the girl's room and helped her lay down. Steve kissed her on the forehead before going to lock the front door. "Where are you going?" Y/N's voice was soft, expecting Dustin to be sleeping in the other room.

"Gotta go lock the door."

Y/N slowly nodded. Her head sunk into the pillow underneath her head. She pulled the comforter up so it covered her shoulders. Steve locked the front door, pulling the curtains over the front door's window. He strolled down the hallway with his eyes catching sight of some pictures of him and Y/N.

Mrs. Henderson had insisted to include pictures of the two of them, claiming that Steve was officially apart of the family. The corners of his lips rose at the memory. He changed into a pair of sweatpants he had left at the house.

Steve laid down beside Y/N after looking over the room to see if there was anything out of place. He grinned as Y/N leaned back so she was against his chest. Steve lightly kissed her cheek just as her eyes began to drop.

Taglist: @midnightstar-90 @ramaalkayyali @b-ritney @nix-rose

[prodtrouver]

#➪ও . . . yn and jeno write the times they fell for each other or 2 friends grow up with growing feelings for one another

#➪ও . . . contains mention of glittee glue, other art supplies,fluff

#2 . . . when we made sock puppets (by yn)

I think we were about like 6 years old here, only a few months after we met! And this was the time when we were already coming to each other's house because we're neighbors.

This memory was wild XD We made a sock puppets family because we just finished watching Sesame Street.

We also made a mess that caused my parents to scold us </3

The little girl pulled out the old socks from her and her mother's drawers. Socks of different colors filled the table to which the young Jeno gasped at.

"Wow! So many socks! Wow, there's a rainbow too!" Jeno smiles as he put the rainbow sock over his hand.

He starts to move his hand like an alligator biting and pretended to eat yn to which she did the same to Jeno. The two kids laughed before yn pulls out the art materials drawer.

"Let's make our own puppets, Jeno! Just like in sesame street!" Yn gives Jeno glitter glue and googly eyes.

"Okay!" The boy laughed before the two kids starts to stick any random object they find in the art supplies box.

"Jen Jen! I will make Mommy and Daddy puppet sock while you make big brother, big sister, and baby!"

"I will make them look like us!"

"Are we the brother and sister and my baby brother is the baby?" Yn looks at the boy who shool his head.

"No! We will be mommy and daddy sock puppet!" Yn looked surprised at what he said but the girl laughed eitherway.

"Okay!"

It was only a matter of time until the living room was a mess. Glitter glue were stuck on the wooden floor. Googly eyes were scattered on the table to the couch. Fuzzy sticks were all over as well.

"My god, kids! What happened!?" Yn's mother came out of the kitchen, shocked at how messy the living had become. "I told you both not to make a mess! Now, look at you two!"

Yn and Jeno looks at each other. Each one holding a finished puppet. They noticed glitter glue and paint all over their shirts and even made it to their cheeks.

They two kids only laughed.

"Mommy, look! We made a family using sock puppets!! I'm the mommy puppet and Jeno is the daddy puppet!" Yn shows her mother.

Her mother huffed before rushing to the two with tissues in her hands. She wipes the paint and glitter glue from their skins.

"Why are you the parents?"

"Auntie, I told her we're the parents because she's my crush and I'm hers!"

"That's right, mommy! I love Jeno!" The mother laughs at their words, aware that the kids have no idea of what they meant by love.

It was silly, now that I think about it. You're the dad and I'm the mom and those puppets... I'm surprised that mom didn't even bother correcting us and played along.

It was awkward when I suddenly remembered the memory.

At first, I really had no idea.

We were young and was so close. It was only when I remembered that just made me fall for you even more.

Weird how I fell for you even more because of a memory when we were kids.

#➪ও . . . @marklexleaf

#➪ও . . .  gen. @glorybeom @staysstrays @tonightletspretend @jiminismybabymochi @yeonyeonyeonjun @acciomylove

#➪ও . . . masterlist . . . jeno's note . . . next time

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[katedrakeohd]

Personal Shopper

A Choices : Save the Date Fanfiction

Pairing: MC Stella Jennings and Martin Mercado (Justin)

Rated: PG for language.

Word count: approx. 2800

Context: Martin calls Stella and asks for a favor.

Author's note: Stella's personal thoughts appear in italics

Tagging:

@dailydoseofchoices @sanvivrma @samihatuli @gardeningourmet @lovealexhunt @princess-geek @loveofafangirl @storyofmychoices @msjpuddleduck @perriewinklenerdie @thepotatobleh @shrinkthisviolet @griselda1121 @iamnotjesha @desiree-0816

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I'm standing in the bridal boutique with Lindsay finalizing our plans to attend the Wedding convention in Niagara Falls, when my phone starts ringing. Without looking at the caller ID I answer, “Hello, Jennings Wedding Planners. We make weddings spectacular, how may I help you?”

After the words leave my lips there's a pause, giving me just enough time to feel awkward about using the word ‘spectacular' .

“Stella, Hi. It's Martin.”

It's been a while since we've spoken, and I can't help but feel a tingle of excitement at hearing his voice. When I don't say anything he continues,

“Nora's wedding is coming up soon, and I was wondering if I could ask a favor?”

Oh so now he needs me for something. Is this a test?

“What kind of favor?”, I ask.

“Well as wedding planner I value your opinion on what to wear, and as Best Man I need a tuxedo. Could you help me pick one out?”

Well I've already overseen the picking out of wedding dresses. And this would give me another chance to show Martin that I can be professional and take my job seriously. So why not?

“Ok Martin, are we picking something out of your closet or are we going shopping?”

I can hear the smile in his voice when he answers, “I want something fresh and new for Nora's wedding, so let's go shopping. Are you free this evening?”

When he's not mad at me for something his voice does carry a certain charm. I wish it didn't affect me so much.

“I'm free, where are we going?”

“I'll text you the address. Meet me there at 7?”

I can't help but smile, “It’s a date.”

I hear him laugh on the other end, “Don't be late.”

As I look out the window of my taxi I can't help but shake my head. Given that the address Martin gave me borders on the south end of Central Park, it couldn't have said more “fancy rich guy” if it tried. When the taxi stops outside of the Ritz-Carlton hotel, I see Martin standing talking to the doorman. When the doorman steps over to get my door, Martin waves him off and opens it for me.

“Wow, aren't we being a gentleman?” I tease as I climb out of the taxi.

“Well you're here to do me a favor, so it's only right.”

Martin knocks on the passenger window and the driver rolls it down to accept his credit card.

I stand on the sidewalk and wait. The Ritz-Carlton doorman tips his hat to me in greeting and I blush. As the taxi drives away Martin comes back over to me.

“So this is a hotel. I thought we were going shopping?” I ask, eyeing Martin warily.

Martin's usual stern facade shifts and he smiles, “Oh we are, the store isn't far from here. So I figured we could walk.”

I shrug, falling in step beside him as we join the flow of pedestrians. “Don't tell me you're taking me to shop on 5th Avenue.” I joke.

Martin glances at me all serious, “Well yes, I always shop on 5th Avenue.

Of course you do.

As we walk by the other hotels on the street the crowd on the sidewalk gets more dense, and it's tough not to bump into people. A group of people come at us from the other direction and I have to step closer to Martin to avoid being trampled. Without warning I feel him take my hand, he leans in close to whisper. “Don't worry, I've got you.”

I give his hand a grateful squeeze, “Thanks, remind me again why walking is better than taking a taxi?”

As he guides me around a woman pushing a stroller, he smiles. “I like walking with you Stella. Remember how I walked you home after Nora's bridal shower?”

“I remember wanting to learn more about the real Martin that hides behind the façade of CEO event planner guy.”

We navigate the maze of cross walks and find ourselves on 5th Avenue.

“Well consider this as an another insight into who I am. I love this city, I live this city. The excitement, the people, the living breathing organism that is the exchange of commerce and business. I feel so energized to be a part of it.”

As I look down at his expensive shoes and the designer clothes he's wearing it reminds me of the divide between our economic classes. We might live on the same island, but he's all high-rise Penthouse and I'm Hell's Kitchen. I don’t belong in his social scene at all, yet here I am planning his sister's wedding and holding his hand. It's terrifying and exciting at the same time, like I'm on a carousel ride and if I dare let go it will all disappear and be just a dream.

He holds the door open for me as we enter the men's wear store at Bergdorf Goodman and as we step inside he looks like he's right at home. I feel like an ugly duckling in my basic cotton dress and sandals. He leads the way to the escalator and we go up to the second floor formal wear department.

The mannequins are all sharply dressed in suits of various colors and designer brands. As the only feminine thing in the whole room it feels very intense, almost erotic to be surrounded by such powerful masculinity.

The way that Martin just casually walks by the expensive price tags on display is mindboggling. But then this is his world, and money is no object. As we approach the clerk behind the counter the man smiles at us and greets Martin like an old friend.

“Martin! Back so soon! And with a pretty girl on your arm. How can I help you two today?”

Martin smiles back, “Good evening, Eric. My sister's getting married next month and I need a tux.”

Eric eyes me appraisingly as if I'm Martin's date. He seems to approve, but I don't know for sure because he quickly averts his attention back to Martin.

“Nora, right? Well tell her congrats for me. So for this extra special occasion are we going for something equally as special? Perhaps a tail coat this time?”

Martin shrugs and then looks at me, “That's not quite what I had in mind as Best Man, but let's ask the wedding planner. What do you think Stella?”

I hold my hand up, needing to clarify something first, “Hang on, I'm still trying to get over the fact that the staff know you by name. Just how many suits have you bought here?”

Martin grins at Eric, “Well this will be the fifth. There was Prom, two award shows, and of course Sam and Ali's wedding. I like shopping here because they carry the styles and brands that I like. Plus they have my size and measurements on file which helps.”

Eric laughs and smacks Martin on the arm, “Besides Martin and I go way back because we used to work here together.”

“So you weren't always part of your Dad's event planning business?” I ask, trying to imagine Martin working behind the counter at a clothing store.

“I was in highschool and Eric was in college. We worked in the backroom more so than directly with customers. It was my first taste of the business world at the ground level.”

Eric smiles, “One of the best, most down-to-earth guys I’ve ever worked with.”

Wait, what? Bossy pants, rich guy Martin is actually a nice guy under all of that expensive cologne? I knew it.

“Stop it Eric, you’re going to ruin the hard ass millionaire persona I’ve been trying so hard to uphold,” Martin jokes.

The air between us gets a little more awkward as Martin looks at me and smiles. What game are you playing Mister? You like me, then hate me, then you look at me like that and my knees go weak. Stop teasing me.

Eric claps his hands to dispell the moment and bring me back to reality, “Ok then, enough reminiscing, let’s get you a tux.”

He leads us to the racks and starts pulling things. “Let’s try this, and…this, oh and this one.”

Eric’s confidence as he chooses designer looks just at a glance is so different to Lindsay’s timid nature at the bridal boutique. He knows his niche market so well and obviously excels at it. I wish I could get the two of them in the same room, and just maybe some of his confident optimism would rub off on her.

He hands Martin a bunch of hangers as he leads us to a changing room, “I’m sure you two will be just fine with these, I’ll check back on you later.”

I feel a sudden panic take over at the idea of being left alone with Martin in a changing room. “Wait, you’re not going to help advise him about fit and stuff like that?”

Eric smiles, “I think in this matter that Martin would value your opinion more than mine. I’ll give you some privacy.”

Did he just wink at Martin before he left?

I suddenly feel hot all over when Martin hands me the hangers and then starts to unbutton his shirt, This is so not in my job description. What is going on?

I feel myself blush and look away, “Um, Martin should I wait outside?”

As he unbuttons the cuffs on his sleeves he looks down briefly as he slips off his shoes. “Only if you really want to Stella, I’m not too shy to ask for your help if I need you.”

If he needs me? What if I want to help now?

My eyes are drawn to the open neck of his shirt and the little bit of chest he’s revealed. I hang up the suits I’m holding and step toward him. “Let me help you with that.”

Martin doesn’t argue as I gently lay my hands on his chest, smoothing the fabric under my palms and running my thumb up over the buttons. His hands hang at his sides as he watches mine work to undo the buttons. I can feel his warm breath on my neck, and I boldly let my thumb graze against his skin as I reach the bottom button. Biting my lip I tug the shirt up out of his waistband. As I undo the last button I look up and meet the dark intensity of his eyes with my own. Our lips are only inches apart and I see him gasp as I run my hands up his bare chest and slide the shirt off of his shoulders and then it drops to the floor.

“Stella,” he whispers, catching my hands in his. “That's enough, thanks for the help.”

I step back and let my eyes wander down his toned and muscled arms and chest, ending at his abs, trying not to focus on anything below the belt. He clears his throat and then I look back up at his eyes.

“Are you sure you don't need help with anything else?” I ask, bending down to pick up his shirt. It's still warm and smells like him.

He pushes his shoes off to the side, and undoes his belt. I can't help but watch his hands.

“Yes Stella, I think I can manage the rest from here. I'm quite capable of dressing and undressing myself.”

I feel warm all over as I back out of the changing room, “I..I understand. I'll be outside if you need me.”

I lean against the wall and try to catch my breath. My mind, nerves and sexual desire are buzzing in overdrive.

Holy hell what the heck was that? He had no reservations about taking his shirt off in front of me. What the fuck is this twisted game he's playing? Was he just testing me to see if the attraction is mutual? Because it definitely is.

My eyes are closed, when I hear the door open.

“Okay, what do you think?”

My head snaps round to the sound of his voice. Damn he looks good in black. The crisp white of his shirt pops against the caramel color of his skin, and the bowtie draws attention to his handsome face and brilliant smile.

“Wow, Martin. Just wow.” I can't hide my smile of admiration.

“I know right? Eric really knows what looks good on me.”

He certainly does.

“You bet I do!” Eric says, grinning from ear to ear with pride.

After a quick visual assessment Eric nods. “And it's a perfect fit.”

Martin catches me staring and makes a show of adjusting his shirt cuffs and smoothing the lapels of his jacket. I can feel myself blush when he lays a smoldering look on me. He knows he looks good and that I'm checking him out. He undoes the button on the jacket and casually stuffs his hands in the pockets of the trousers as if he already owns them.

“Great then. I'll get changed and then you can ring me up.”

Eric smirks at me when Martin disappears to go change, “You like him don't you? You know you're just his type. Please tell me that you two are a thing.”

I'm caught off guard by his observation, but I can't help but tell him the truth.

“Not yet, but I'm working on it.”

Eric laughs, “I knew it! The two of you have been setting off serious sparks ever since you walked in.”

Well whatever is going on it's seriously something volatile.

“You're his friend, any advice for me?” I ask nervously.

I can't believe I'm really asking someone how to pursue a relationship with Martin.

“Be patient, he knows what he's got going on, but under it all he has a good heart and a good head.”

“And a good face.”

He grins and points at me, “You, Stella. I like you. Got spunk for days.”

Martin comes back out, “What are you two grinning about?”

“Oh nothing. Stella and I were just talking about cute boys that's all.”

He laughs, “I bet your husband wouldn't like that.”

Eric laughs, “Nah he'd just be jealous about missing out on the details.”

I blush and look down at my shoes, praying for the floor to open me up and swallow me whole. “Um, can we go now?”

Eric winks and collects the tuxedo and accessories from Martin, “But of course Madame et Monsieur, right this way.”

Standing next to Martin at the counter I try not to peek at the price of everything as Eric rings them up. Martin hands over his black Visa card. “So I'm assuming the hemming of the trousers to the proper inseam is included. And that everything will be delivered to my address?”

Eric smiles and nods as he makes a note on the receipt. “Yes Mr. Mercado, and as always it's been a pleasure doing business with you.”

“Thanks Eric, we'll be back.”

We? What's this we all of a sudden?

“Nice to meet you Stella.” Eric says as we turn to go.

I smile and wave and then Martin leads me back out of the store. Out on the street I turn on him.

“Ok Martin, out with it. Why did you really invite me out to go shopping with you?”

Martin runs his hand over the side of his face, and looks down at his shoes with a sigh. “Honestly?”

I fold my arms across my chest, “I'd like the truth, yes.”

Martin looks up and the expression on his face is open and sincere. “The truth is…that..that I like you Stella. I was looking for an excuse to see you again.”

Well holy shit. I don't know what to say.

“Stella?” he says, as he catches me staring at him again. “Say something.”

I blink and then look down and reach for his hand. When I look back up at him again he's smiling. “I think I'd like that Mr. Mercado.”

He steps closer, “And what exactly would you like Stella?”

“For you to find more excuses to see me. Because I like spending time with you too.”

He brings his hand up to brush the hair back from my face, his thumb grazes my cheek and sends a thrilling sensation traveling down my neck. He leans in close and my eyes drop down to focus on his lips, now just a breath away from touching mine. I suck in a breath in anticipation and then he draws himself back.

With a sigh he steps back from me. “Can I call you sometime?”

I feel like all the air has been squeezed out of my lungs so I just nod.

“Yes, anytime.” I manage to whisper.

"Okay good, but for now let me call you a cab."

[soldierallen]

Married. 3

Summary: you're in love with Sebastian and you're one of his three best friends however he finds a women be loves and marries her

Warnings: mostly seb & y/n So it's extreme FLUFF! / cursing / spooning / cheating

Featuring: Sebastian Stan The Reader Henry Cavill, Chris Evans briefly Anthony Mackie Briefly Alexandra Daddrio briefly, Mention of Robbie Amell.

Part 2: (part one will be included in part 2 so if you need the first part just go there!)

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This is the night she talked about for months on end, sleepless nights just waiting for everyone to agree to this...a well awaited sleepover like old times in everyones single days, y/n's parents weren't too found of having four boys over at the house however one day when her parents walked in and saw them laying on the couch with her soothing her whilst she cried about a boyfriend breaking her heart they had a change of heart.

A small knock appeared, it was Sebastian.. he looked gorgeous as ever.

"Hi doll" he gave her that amazing smile he always did he dropped his bag pulling her into a hug it's like she took a fresh breath of air knowing he was safe in her arms no one would hurt him, his fiancé of course she hurts him everyday when she says the words "I love you"..

"I can't come to myself and go and and and- sit there like Alex didn't pay y/n to leave and pretend I don't know anything about it" Chris was upset he wasn't happy with Sebastian was distancing himself everyday from him, it was sad he was losing his best friend.

"I think she needs to be alone with him tonight, his wedding is in a few days she needs to talk to him" Henry said they knew they needed time alone

Back To Y/n's house

"Hey seb" she called out in her room the check in her hands she heard his footsteps coming she quickly hid the check her fight or flight response kicking in she whispered to herself "God damn it" she slide the check into the drawer he entered her room both hands holding him on the narrow doorway he looked gorgeous, he had on such beautiful smile on his face his white t shirt bringing out the color of his eyes.

"Henry called they can't make it something happened Chris had a fight with Jen Henry had work, Anthony told me he was free but something came up" Sebastian said, they set her up.. she knew them like the back of her hand

"Well I guess it's just us tonight, pizza a movie ice cream" she laughed getting closer to him the heat radiating off of his body she felt it he was Nervous..? he let go of the door way his arms coming down to hug her "things aren't going to be like this anymore, that sucks and I wish things were different." Sebastian said he was a little taller than her his chin on her head with his eyes closed "You're starting your life don't even think about disappointing anyone or not being good enough everyone loves you the choices you make is what is better for you, I'll always side with you"

"You know you'll never really be out of my life you mean to much to me-" the knock on the door brought her out of her of his words

"pizza!" She said running to the door

"You know we we're having a serious conversation!!" He yelled after her with a laugh he loved this side of her, one second she could tell a poem and the next she was screaming about what gummy bear tasted the best, She laughed getting plates and cups he helped her

"You're such a punk" he said helping her

"ass hat" she nudged his stomach he smelled her perfume as she got close to him "Hey didn't I buy you this perfume" he remembered

"Yeah for my birthday, i wear it all the time." She laughed nervously she thought he wouldn't notice and he did.

After a while they ate, they got in her bed watched a movie together it was warm nice to have someone you love next to you.

Her memories fluttered her mind again

"End your friendship after the wedding"

The words rang into her brain annoyingly she wanted to stop thinking and be with him she couldn't do it. "Hey what's wrong" brought her out of her thoughts quickly they were laying next to each other his arm behind her their heads close

"Its nothing"

He paused the movie fixing his position to see her clearly he laid on his side his hand holding his head up "Tell me what's going on, you know me doll, me and you were always the closest" he wasn't wrong, god his eyes are beautiful she thought for a second she now laid on her side facing him the same exact way

"Okay here's a question, there's a guy I like he's seeing someone else I caught his girlfriend cheating should I tell him or just let it go maybe the girl didn't mean it and I'm ruining it for them you know-"

"I think this girl that you're talking about doesn't deserve a second chance" he put his fingers on her arm running them up and down he didn't realize he was doing it, "I think I love him seb" she was telling him in a sense she loved him, he felt his stomach drop "yeah?"

"I mean he's always been there for me I can't explain the way I feel when am around him it's like butterflies" she smile those butterflies erupting again just looking at him staring into his eyes

"Tell him how you feel don't let that slide, she cheated on him point blank that should've been it from the start"

"Its too late he's in love with her and it was months ago but I feel so guilty for it"

"He'll understand, you feel a certain way about him" he caressed her skin lightly, her body was going to through waves of bliss it was intense he didn't even realize what he was doing to her the more she looked at him the more she felt in love

"You feel a little better?" He asked his fingers still caressing her skin, she nodded laying next to her again back into the position they was in before she stared at the screen and he stared at her for a few moments, his mind now racing; Alex is the one you want.. Right? now you're feeling differently about y/n? After all these years. he mentally wanted his brain to stop talking, as he stared at her she stood half way up "I totally forgot, I have a wedding gift for you" she stood up "wait til the wedding" he said with a smile her stomach just felt sick at the idea she smiled through the pain "I wanted to give it to you now it's going to be very difficult to talk to you that day so," she looked in a drawer by the picture window she stared out into the night sky of NYC it was slightly cold the winter going to end soon, she sighed lightly enough for him not to notice "this movie is horrendous take it off" he laughed at her words taking the movie off and putting on a movie they've watched 100 times, dirty dancing it made them laugh.

"here is your gift, something to remember me by" she laughed, but knowing it was her last days with him crushed her amensely.

"This is your wedding gift, it was on the registion so I just got it it's a... mixer" she laughed he smiled at her "Before you open this one" the small box in her hands, "I want you to know I want the best for you forever, I want you to be happy" she smiled and he hugged her "listen whatever it is I love it already." He opened the small box it was a silver ring the metal looked scratched a little old looking, on the inside it said "something broken could always be fixed"

"Grandpa stan gave me that ring the night we met" she gave a half smile

"You're kidding?" He laughed trying to not cry

"the night I met him he told me you are a special person in Sebastian's life without you he wouldn't be the person he is today give this to him when he needs it most" her heart aches just thinking about the encounter years ago before he passed, sebastian started to let some tears fall "I can't beileve this" words couldn't explain the emotions that he felt,

"Thank you" he said she gave him a tissue "always" they continued to eat ice cream & watch the movie in front of them

"Baby is so pretty I wish i could look like her" she looked into her almost empty carton

"You're prettier" he said with a half full mouth of ice cream, her heart felt full as he was about to speak again his phone rang

it was her.. she rolled her eyes she looked at the screen

"Johnny" and "Baby" were about to have sex..

Sebastian finally got off the phone he let out a breath putting the phone on the side of him "what's wrong" she asked trying to get out of her head from the scene in front of her

"Alex wanted me home so she got mad and went to a friends house apparently- she's embarrassed I'm not there" he stressed out to much "seb you're going to spend the rest of your life with this women one night means nothing" she laughed Sebastian laid flat on the pillow and yanked on her shirt gesturing for her to"lay with him" turning off the lamp next to her and reached over seb's head for the other lamp, the only light that shined through was the tv she laid on her side and looked at Sebastian both underneath the covers is this what love feels like she asked herself in her thoughts she had never felt so intrigued by someone like this.

"Goodnight" he smiled at her his sleepy eyes falling slightly "night seb" she said he was on the left she was on the right, both their back to each other and finally they both drifted off to sleep

+

She woke up to something she thought she would never wake up to, Sebastian was spooning her. She loved every minute of it reccluctant to actually get up and start her day. His arm wrapped around her waist his hand with the silver ring she had gifted him right around his finger, sitting there for another few minutes until she needed to get up she smiled, however her smile faded.. thinking of the wedding in 5 days she took a fast shower got dressed and ran out the door quickly before he woke up she wanted to bring him food and coffee, and when she got there she saw something she didn't like too much... Alexandra was there with that same guy from the photo a few months ago, her stomach turned, she took another picture of them both standing in line for coffee she tried to hide her face for her not to see however what she didn't know Alex caught her this time, both times y/n saw her wasn't on purpose it's just meant for y/n to know and tell Sebastian but she can't... She won't

she made it back just in time before he would awake

She liked home made coffee while he liked store bought "already made no hustle no hassle" were his words she laughed thinking about the first time he said that, a few texts popped up on her phone

Henry

"How'd the night go?, we wanted to give you guys some time alone sorry we didn't come."

Y/n

"It was fine, there's to much to talk about over text I'll come by the hotel and bring my best friend some food or we could go get lunch?"

"Photo attachment 1: *Alex and that guy* she's cheating on him again!!! 😡😡😡

Henry

"You have to tell him y/n!!! You can't let this go anymore do it before it's too late! bring me lunch and when you go back to work I'll bring you lunch deal"

"Don't be mad I love you"

Y/n

"Henry I can't break his heart"

"I love you to but sometimes you're a jeek

Henry

"You have to y/n it's important it's for his safety if you don't do it by tomorrow I'm gonna do it myself!!!"

"What's a jeek? New internet slang were too old for that also those emoji things are dumb"

Y/n

"I meant to say jerk it auto corrected, emojis are cute? Kinda.."

"Also i almost showed Sebastian the check!my flight or fight response kicked in and I couldn't do it I hate myself"

Henry

"you're an idiot tell me everything later!"

"Hey" a voice was heard which startled her a little she wasn't prepared to have a man's voice heard in her home, she lived by herself it was always quiet

"Hi how'd you sleep?" She asked putting her phone down giving him coffee he looked at it with love in his eyes "i haven't had coffee from this place in months, she makes homemade and it's bad" he drank it and shallowed slowly

"Come here more often I'll buy you ice cream and buy you coffee" she bribed him he looked at her phone that buzzed on the table he pointed to it "answer it" she tried to shake it off "no not right now"

"Is it that guy again David is he bothering you?" He drank the coffee and sat on the stool across from her the island right in the middle of them

"No it's just bussiness stuff" lie, she was getting good at lying to him really it was a photo attachment from Henry, apparently Alex and that guy got a hotel...at Henry's....building.... shit

Henry: *Photo attachment* his name is Robbie Amell, he just checked in to the Hilton she was trying to hide her face I saw her.

Her heart started beating very quickly Sebastian having no idea what was going on, Henry and Y/n caught her cheating she's getting messy.

"I'm gonna go back home" he finished eating he always ate so quick? "NO DON'T GO HOME" good job y/n not obvious at all. "Spend the day with me I'm going to meet up with Henry to have lunch all of us will go have lunch together" why the fuck did she say that that's where she is..... wait MAYBE HE COULD CATCH HER AND WE DON'T HAVE TO LOSE HIM! the idea rang through her brain the moment the words came out of her mouth

"Okay" he wiped his face and hands "I'm going to go shower" "Oh I have that shampoo you like" "the green one?" "Yeah you left it here I never used it" "aww" She let out a nice shaky breath he went in the bathroom she heard the door lock and picked up her phone quickly calling Henry

"How did you see them?"

"Hello to you to"

"Come on Henry"

"I went in to pick up files from the front desk and well I saw them check in because I own the building I'm allowed to look at the check ins" he said he was holding a nervous stance his hand on his hip and the phone in his hand on his ear he was a nervous wreck, you don't beileve something until you see it with your own two eyes

"Yeah we know hot shot you own hotels" she laughed and so did he

"it said Robbie Amell check in for whatever it is 9am/10 early check out later tonight 7:30pm"

"It's 9:30, eleven fucking hours you've got to be kidding me!"

he laughed he tried not to be so nervous but he was

"I'll call you later to let me in"

"Of course, we'll break the news together when she gets caught? Of course"

"Thank you for doing this"

"Only for you, If it was anyone else I would've had to give it a second thought."

Disclaimer: gifs are never mine! I take no credit for them.

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[blcrawford-blog]

I'm in my 30's and I still don't know what I wanna do with my life!

When we were kids, we had it all figured out.  The sky was the limit and life was in our corner.  Remember career day?  Who or what did you dress up as?  Many of us were lawyers, teachers, fireman, police officers etc.  During freshman orientation in high school your principle and guidance counselor assured you you could be WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BE IN THIS WORLD.  That was all a bag of sh*t, right?  

From 18 to 25 you had so many freaking ideas in your head.  Question's like:

Should I go to college for four years?

Should I go to college to experience the party life until I figure out what I want?

Should I get a job and lease an apartment and just chill?

Maybe go to the military and get more discipline in my life?

Start a YouTube channel and hope for the best?

Go to LA or NY and become an actor, model or singer?

Once you get to the ages of 27-29, this "oh sh*t, I better hurry up and figure this out" discernment pops into your head.  Now you become nervous because "30" is right around the corner, life is over and you're still a customer service rep or a warehouse worker.  

The most important thing you have to realized is that you're not to old to purse your dreams.  You can still figure this thing out!  

Jen Sincero author of You are a Badass and You are a Badass at Making Money wasn't always successful, in fact she went from living in a converted garage in her 40's, to becoming a #1 Bestseller.  Jen Sincero describes Badass as somebody who allows themselves to be big, bad and beautiful.

What were some things that kept her from being a Badass?

She was fearful of chasing after what she wanted, she didn't believe in herself and she was always broke.

What's one thing Jen did different to change her reality?

She started reading self-help books on how to stop doubting her greatness and start living an awesome life.

 Here are three immediate ways to discover your life's purpose today.

Reflection

Here is an exercise I tried and it worked for me.  Reflect back to when you were a child, you had no responsibility and was completely free from the worries of the world.  Back then you were much more imaginative.  What things were you interested in and excited about as a child?  Were you apart of a group, organization or team?  What did you daydream about all the time?  Who did you want to be like when you were younger?  What moments in life brought you ultimate joy? Or what did you tell mom and dad you wanted to be when you grew up?

 Take that thing, find out the requirements and pursue that thing.  If it’s not achievable, do something that is in the realm of that thing.  For example, if you desire to play football, but you physically can’t, then coach football, be the teams photographer, videographer etc.  If you love styling hair, get your training certification and get on with your new life.  

 50% method

People often ask the question, “What’s your passion?”  Truth is, I don’t have one.  What is something you give a damn about and don’t mind dedicating your time too?  Now that's more like it.  Half the people in the world don't have a passion, but merely an interest.  If you can find something you like doing at least fifty percent, you will be just fine.  A large percent of people working in corporate hates their current job, even if it's paying good money.  It's not about being hundred percent happy (well it's impossible anyway),  but if you're pleased with your career you should be in a good place.  For now.

 Purpose at Work

(This is from my ebook, "Habit's for Millennial Dad's: Creating a new world of Fatherhood while balancing work, self-purpose and spirituality")

The great Confucius once said, "Choose a job you love and you will never work a day in your life".  Find some happiness at work.  This simple choice could open a sea of benefits for you.  Think about it for a moment.  If you love what you're doing, you're literally not really working.  The love of that job drives you. 

Xavier Woods a professional football player started playing football at the tender age of nine years old.  Our father was the coach, so everyday Xavier would grind Monday through Friday, and manifest on Saturday's at Wolfba Park in West Monroe, Louisiana.  He'd put in to play all he learned through the week. Rain or cold Woods was out there perfecting his game and honing his craft and performing in the classrooms as well. And on Sunday's football was on every channel in the house.  He was completely immersed in the game of football every single day of the week.  Of course, this schedule continued through middle school, high school and even college at Louisiana Tech.  In high school, there was no question his sights were set on attending a college close to home and majoring in marketing, but more importantly, making it to the NFL.

After the NFL combine was the actual 2017 draft.  He had already visited the Colts, Cowboys and other teams to interview.  After all that training, weight lifting, running drills and team meetings, Woods received the call that changed his life, owner Jerry Jones welcoming to him to the Dallas Cowboys. 

His only career goal was to play professional football and influence up and coming athletes to work hard.  

Find your niche and go after what makes you happy! 

 Thank you for reading this blog. 

Make every effort find your niche, purpose, 50% method or reflection on life to find out what you need to do to embark on a more purposeful journey.

B. L. Crawford

Check out my other blogs: https://millennialhabits.blog/

My ebook Amazon "Habits for Millennial Dads": https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CBQFQM1/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1523207516&sr=1-1&keywords=habits+for+millennial+dads