#this took me SUCH a long time making transparents of Jus their heads n positioning everything.. also i kno terra h8s the lizard but. idk. i

[yumenosakiacademy]

i want it that way cold open (charisma house style)

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Ginger Snap, Chapter 2

A/N I am breaking probably the only rule I gave myself when I started writing fanfic, which was Don’t Ever Post a WIP.  But lord knows I’m not immune to peer pressure and the narcotic that is reader feedback, so here it is, the second chapter of what is now an open-ended modern AU story about Jamie the Chef and Claire the Kitchen Disaster.  Still a first person Claire POV, so I apologize in advance for any stray pronouns.

For the first chapter, I recommend reading it on Ao3, since I’ve made some minor edits since I first posted it on Tumblr.  See above re. not planning on posting a WIP.

Oh, and funny story.  When I decided to check the location of the real Ginger Snap catering company in Edinburgh, it was squished between “FrazersOnline” and “McKenzie Flooring”.  If that’s not kismet, I don’t know what is.  The location I describe below, however, is based on a catering venue here in Ottawa called Urban Element, where I’ve attended a few team-building events.  I have yet to set anything on fire, though.

I checked my phone for the third time, confirming I wasn’t lost.  

Frank and I moved to Edinburgh over the summer, just in time for him to start his position as Associate Professor of History at the University of Edinburgh. Despite our years spent in America, neither of us cared overmuch for driving, so we chose a flat (or rather, Frank chose a flat and I concurred) not far from campus.  Therefore, this was the first time I’d ventured as far afield as Leith, a maritime enclave just to the north of the capital that couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to be grittily working class or artistically hip. 

When I finally reached the address, I had to smile.  No main street pretensions or non-descript commercial frontage for Ginger Snap Catering.  Before me stood a two-story red brick fire station, still emblazoned with the crest of the Scottish Fire and Rescue Services.  The two massive truck bays were now enclosed by see-through doors that could be drawn back on a sunny day.  Through these a warm yellow light could be seen, spilling onto the grey, damp pavement.

A petite woman with dark hair manned the small reception area, a red-haired toddler clinging to her like a marsupial.  She held a phone to one ear while simultaneously pacing the polished concrete floor.  I stood as unobtrusively as possible near the door, but in such an open space it was impossible not to overhear her side of the conversation.

“... they willna take ‘im back until ‘is fever goes down...  aye, an hour ago when I picked him up but it hasn’t... nay, i dinna think it’s... tis jus’ terrible timing with two weddings t’morrow... Could ye?  Och, I owe ye Mrs. Fitz, a million times o’er... Anytime, we’ll be here.  Alright, soon.”

The speaker turned to me, the harried look of a working mother sharpening her already honed features.

“I apologize fer keeping ye waiting.  What can I do fer ye t’day?”

Before I could respond, the young boy, probably no older than two, began to fuss, rubbing his flushed cheek against his mother’s shoulder.

“Och, mo ghille, Mam kens ye’re poorly.  Mrs. Fitz is coming as fast as she may.”

Unable to quell my instinct to diagnose and then cure, I spoke up.  

“I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.  Based on his age and the way he’s holding his head, it may be an ear infection.”  At the woman’s penetrating look, I hastened to explain: “I’m a doctor.  Would you mind if I took a closer look?”

Permission granted, I carefully palpated the boy under the jaw and peered as best I could without an otoscope into the offending ear canal.  Confident in my diagnosis, I recommended treatment with a warm compress, an over-the-counter analgesic ear drop, and children’s paracetamol to control his fever.  If, after twenty-four hours the symptoms had not improved, they could consider seeing his pediatrician for antibiotics, but these were only truly necessary for a persistent infection.

“Och, ye ‘ave no idea what a relief it is tae hear ye say so, lass.  He’s my first bairn, ye ken, an’ I can ne’er tell if I’m over-reacting or being negligent.   Can ye say thank ye tae the nice doctor, Wee Jamie?”

My stomach jumped.  “Wee Jamie?  Is he related by chance to Jamie Fraser?”

“Aye, tis his nephew.  I’m Jamie’s sister, Jenny.  Ye ken my brother, then?”

The pieces fell into place, and my insides settled.

“We’ve spoken before,” I explained.  “I’m Claire Beauchamp.  You and your brother helped me with a dinner party emergency last Tuesday.  I came to return your market bags, and to thank you again for coming to my aid during my hour of need.”

Jenny and I spoke for another ten minutes, sharing the superficial narratives of two strangers brought together by circumstance.  She was warm and thistly by turns, and I felt a longing for the honesty of female friendship that I’d given up when we left Boston.  Eventually a matronly woman arrived to collect Wee Jamie.  I carefully wrote down the exact names and dosages of my prescribed remedy.

After Mrs. Fitz and Wee Jamie had left, it occurred to me that Jenny needed to get back to work.  I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do, even if I hadn’t thanked Jamie himself.   As I began to make my goodbyes, however, Jenny interjected. “If ye’re no’ in a rush, why dinna ye join our afternoon cooking class?  My brother will be demonstrating how tae make quiche.  Tis the least we can do, after ye helped Wee Jamie.”

Which was how I found myself standing behind one of six cooking stations arranged across the fire station’s main area, a bright red apron covering my black slacks and saffron turtleneck.  My impetuous curls were slowly breaking ranks from where I’d slicked them into a bun that morning.  I worried I looked like a human Pez dispenser.

I glanced at the workstation immediately to my left.  A slight woman who I guessed to be roughly my own age was engrossed in her phone, a cheeky smirk playing on her berried lips.  Her strawberry blond hair was swept into an effortless chignon that made me twitch with envy.  She looked up from her screen and caught me looking her way.

“Geillis Duncan,” she said, offering a well-manicured hand.

“Claire Beauchamp.  Pleased to meet you.”

“Is it yer first time taking a class, Claire?”  At my nod, she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially: “Ye’re in for a treat.”

Before I could enquire what she meant, a murmur amongst the other students (all women, save one) was accompanied by the heavy tread of work boots on polished concrete and a familiar Scottish burr.

“Good afternoon, everyone.  Thank ye fer joining me on this dreich Scottish day.  I ken a few of ye are new, so let’s start with a brief overview of yer stations and some basic safety reminders, before we tackle the quiche.”

Today Jamie was wearing a pair of olive pants that tapered down his endless legs and a technical shirt that clung valiantly to his upper body.  He looked like he’d just stepped off the nearest rock climbing pitch.  I wondered if he owned anything that answered to the name of a professional wardrobe, but I couldn’t deny that he looked impressive, in an athleisure sort of way.

“See what I mean?” Geillis hissed at me as Jamie made his way to the front of the hall, speaking now about optimal burner temperatures.  “That man is a dozen kinds of yes.”

I concentrated on each step of the ostensibly simple recipe.  Pie crust had been the previous week’s assignment, so I had only to blind bake the prepared dough already at my workstation.  Once I had the crust centered exactly in the pie pan, pierced with a fork in orderly rows and placed in the oven, I rushed to catch up with the others.  I’d missed Jamie’s instructions regarding pan frying the bacon, so I increased the flame, thinking I could make up a little time.  The fatty meat crackled pleasingly as I set it in the lightly greased pan.  I was inordinately proud of myself.

Things went very badly, very fast.  First, my eyes wouldn’t stop watering as I meticulously peeled then dissected the onion into near-transparent crescents. Tears obscured my vision and I tried to wipe them away without contaminating my hands.  To my left I could make out Geillis skillfully cracking eggs into a glass bowl, her pie crust already elegantly filled with crispy morsels of bacon and caramelized onion bits.  

A vague sense of having forgotten something important tickled my mind.  My pie crust!  Grabbing a silicone glove (I wasn’t making that mistake twice) I rushed to the wall oven and extracted the pan.  Giddy with relief, I saw the dough was only a little dark around the edges.  

Before I could return victorious to my station, Jamie uttered a Scottish noise of alarm from his vantage at the front of the class.   We both rushed across the room to where my rashers of bacon now resembled blackened shoe laces obscured by a heavy veil of smoke.  With practiced ease, Jamie lifted the entire skillet into the adjacent sink and turned on the cold water.  A cloud of steam enveloped his head, highlighting his auburn curls.  I bit my lip as he looked my way in amusement.

“I hope ye werena planning on serving quiche to yer faculty guests t’night, Ms. Beauchamp?”

I stood meekly next to Geillis for the remainder of the class, no longer trusted around open flame without adult supervision.   She graciously allowed me to extract her quiche when it was done baking.  It looked like a magazine cover.  Meanwhile, my workstation looked like the scene of an industrial accident.

While we were waiting for her quiche to cook, Geillis and I got to know each other a little better.  She was a Highland lass from up near Inverness.  Married to a wealthy older man, her life sounded like an endless quest for diversion.  Despite this, or because of it, she had a sharp-witted frankness that I appreciated.  She was also a hard-core gossip.

“Wee besom,” she remarked with a nod towards a blond girl who was currently monopolizing Jamie’s attention with endless questions punctuated by manufactured giggles and flicks of her pin-straight hair.  “Tha’s Laoghaire Mackenzie of the Mackenzie brewing dynasty.  They’ve a live-in cook, so there’s only one reason she attends these classes, and it isna for the quiche.”

I watched Jamie laugh over something the girl said, mineral eyes alight and his perfect white teeth on display.  I suppose I couldn’t blame her.  I wasn’t here for the quiche either.

The interminable ninety minute lesson finally ended.  I thanked Geillis profusely and we exchanged numbers before she rushed off for her reiki treatment.  Gathering my trench coat and purse, I tried to slink away without calling any further attention to myself.

“Ms. Beauchamp!”

I cursed under my breath, then turned to face him.

“Please, call me Claire.  After I nearly burned down your place of business, we should probably be on a first name basis.”

Jamie chuckled. It sounded more natural and lived-in than his earlier response to Laoghaire, but I was likely fooling myself.

“Och, wha’s a cooking demonstration wi’out a wee bit of drama.  Will ye be joining us next week?  We’ll be making ceviche, sae I willna need tae put the fire brigade on stand-by.”

“Bastard,” I replied to his cheeky smirk.  “Alas, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a cook.  It appears to be the one science I can’t master.”

“Cooking isna a science, Claire,” he explained with sincere intensity.  “Tis an art.  Perhaps tha’s the root of yer struggle.”

“Perhaps it is.  But in that case, I may as well give up now.  I haven’t an artistic bone in my body.”

His languorous perusal of said body lit a different kind of flame in my belly.  Geillis was right; he really was a dozen kinds of yes.

“I canna say as I agree.  Come back any time if ye’d like tae try again.”

I blushed, thoroughly discomfited by his blatant flirting.  He knew about Frank.  He’d fled from him onto my fire escape, for Christ’s sake!  Maybe when you looked like James Fraser, every interaction with a woman was merely a chance to hone your craft.  Or maybe he was truly ignorant of his effect.

“I’ll take that under advisement.  Thank you again, Jamie.”

“Until the next time, Arsonist.”

[sincognito]

Always A Bigger Fish

Universes: @itsladykit  ‘s supernatural Atypical AU. 

Pairing: Twist x Cash (not too heavy, just slightly implied?)

Warnings: Angry of fish

Overview: Twist convinces Cash to join him on a walk to a nearby river. It turns out that it isn’t quite as simple as Cash thought it would be. 

A/N: Been suffering a lot with my lung and sinus infection this past week and I really haven’t been able to work on anything too difficult. Sorry to everyone expecting stuff from me, I’ve just not been feeling up to it. 

Cash came to a halt, huffing in anger. There was dirt and grass stuck to his bare feet and the length of his tail that trailed along the ground and the sun felt abnormally hot as it beat down upon his uncomfortably dry bones. Twist knew fully well how much he hated the woods, especially with the insane child running about and causing havoc.

Twist, however, simply gave a soft chuckle as he continued to walk, not even sparing a moment to glance back in his direction, “We’re almos’ there, sweet’eart, I promise.” It had been a laborious task for him to finally convince Cash to join him, yet he had still refused to let slip where exactly it is they were trekking to and who, or what, they would find there.

With another agitated grumble, Cash followed after him, gritting his teeth in annoyance and cursing his own curiosity. As far as he knew Twist hadn’t told any of the other monsters in the house what they were doing which was odd enough in itself, but for Twist to confide in him of all people? It was an interesting enough situation for the siren to push past his hatred of the land and follow the smug lizard through the deeper parts of the forest.

It was another few minutes before Cash suddenly caught the familiar sound of running water nearby. His ears perked slightly in interest, wondering if by some unknown power there was a pool of salt water. While he didn’t particularly enjoy swimming around in water muddled with the roots of mangroves, the prospect of swimming in an open body of water was enough to make the skeleton speed up his pace.

While he lacked grace moving on land, he had found that over the past few months he had grown more comfortable with using his tail to assist with his balance and his legs had grown stronger, now easily able to hold his weight. It was when he clambered over a large fallen log that Cash finally caught sight of the water.

Twist had stopped at the water’s edge, looking out over the murky river silently. While it was undoubtedly a beautiful sight, Cash had the feeling that the water wasn’t what the dragon was searching for with his heavily searching eyes. Compared to the ocean, the water seemed oddly calm and Cash was positive that if there was anything of note in there he would have seen it.

He tentatively approached the water, walking in until he was up to his knees. While it was unfortunately a freshwater river, he couldn’t deny that the lapping of the water against his bones made his soul thrum with longing. He dug his toes into the cool, thick mud of the riverbed and allowed his tail to swish about in the water, cleaning off any lingering grass.

Cash was about to take another step deeper into the water when Twist suddenly spoke up, “Tha’s deep enough, precious,” his voice to the untrained ear sounded calm, but Cash couldn’t help noticing the way his words were strained slightly, “Ya don’t want t’ go any deeper th’n that, trust me.”

Twist slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket, beginning to walk towards a small wooden dock that reached out across the river for several meters. The wood was heavily weathered and creaked under the dragon’s footsteps, yet it seemed he barely noticed it, refusing to lift his eyes from the silent river.

It was then that Cash finally realised the lack of fauna surrounding the waterway. No birds perched in the nearby trees, no animal tracks led to the water, there were even no bugs dancing about the air. The only sound that dared break the silence was the occasional breeze that would trickle through the surrounding trees.

Without realising it, Cash had backed out of the water. Something was very wrong with the river, something that told him he needed to leave. It was a similar feeling to the one he got when he had wandered into the territory of another siren, it left him on edge and his body prepared to fend off any potential attackers.

“Ya comin’?” Twist asked, breaking Cash from his thoughts. The dragon had the same concerned expression that he hated, and with little more thought he followed him. There was no way he would let another fish frighten him off, especially if the dumb dragon thought it was safe enough to bring Cash along.

When Cash finally reached Twist’s side, the larger skeleton crouched down, using his hand to slash across the surface of the water, causing some small ripples. He stood up again, moving back from the edge of the dock to stand uncomfortably close to the siren.

Nothing happened for a long moment, and just as Cash was about to sign to Twist and question just how much sanity he had remaining, he noticed the water’s surface shift slightly. Any fish that had been in the area immediately darted away in all directions and within moments Cash realised the sheer size of the creature heading towards them.

Its back rose from the depths, breaching the water as it slowly swam, disappearing once more under the water with a brief splash of its massive whale-like tail. It reached them in a matter of seconds, and before Cash could grasp what was happening the large monster leapt from the river, crashing down onto the deck just before them.

Cash scampered back away from it, watching as even Twist took a step or two back as the gargantuan creature began to drag its vast body across the wood. Its claws were longer than any he had ever seen – easily over two feet long each – they all left deep gashes in the solid hardwood, carving it away as though it were soft as warm butter.

Sirens were large, dangerous aquatic monsters, but the fish monster before him made Cash feel as though he were an insignificant hatchling. Its giant jaws parted, crimson magic saliva dripping from its teeth as it let loose a deep growl, its eyes narrowing on the two tiny monsters before it. It was skeletonesque in appearance, its body made completely of bones with slightly transparent ecto-flesh covering its body and forming its fins.

The best word he could come up with to describe the creature was ‘mermaid’, but mermaids were not massive, ugly beasts that looked like they had been dragged right from the set of some human horror movie. Even more strange, were the rune-like markings that seemed to be carved into the monster’s very bones, each glowing a vibrant red.

Cash felt his magic tingling at his fingers, his mind screaming at him to attack the threat, but before he could lash out Twist stepped forward with a broad smile on his face. “Someone a little grumpy today, eh?” he asked, absolutely beaming, looking almost proud. In response the monster shrieked in some sort of outraged roar, reaching out to slash at Twist with its blade-like talons, only just missing the dragon’s skull.

“Now now, ‘s no reason t’ be rude,” Twist chastised the monster half-heatedly with a slightly raised eyesocket, “Don’t be s’ angry, handsome, I brought ya a friend.”

Cash froze when the giant river creature focused its gaze on the siren, its tongue snaking out to trail across its teeth, eyeing him almost hungrily. He had never felt so completely unintimidating and worse yet, the beast was apparently taking him to be its next meal. He silently cursed himself for his inability to move; now he knew what his prey felt.

Twist stepped back, looping an arm gently around Cash’s middle, not seeming to notice the way he bristled at the touch. Before he could question it, Twist was pushing him forward towards the monster. Finally broken from his stupefaction, Cash thrashed, shaking his head rapidly from side to side. “Don’t worry darlin’, I’d never put ya in danger,” Twist hummed unhelpfully with a smile still annoyingly on his face.

Cash shivered under the monster’s leer. He had accepted his fate, hoping that the monster would at least show him the mercy of a swift death. “Friend,” Twist repeated, a little more seriously the second time. He watched it lean forward, inhaling his scent deeply with a loud rumble before it suddenly lurched forward, its tongue swiping across Cash’s face in a single lick.

Twist burst out laughing at Cash’s indignant shriek, his face screwing up in utter disgust as the monster began to lick its teeth again, seemingly liking Cash’s slightly salty taste. It moved forward again, attempting to have another lick of his bones, but Cash refused to fall for the same trick twice, stepping back and just out of the monster’s reach.

While Cash wiped the sticky drool from his face, Twist moved back towards the fish monster, reaching into his small bag and producing a packet of fish. Compared with the creature’s size, the offering seemed to be miniscule, but the monster didn’t seem to mind, shimmying backwards across the now slightly angled dock and sliding back into the water.

Twist held out one of the slices of fish above the water before the beast surged from the depths again, leaping into the air and snapping its teeth closed around where Twist’s arm had been mere moments prior. Amazingly, the gigantic creature was able to disappear back under the water, circling the flimsy deck while it awaited the next treat.

Using some rather aggressive sign language, Cash demanded to know just what Twist was playing at. The dragon tilted his head slightly to the side, “Wha’cha mean, sweetheart?” he asked, appearing annoyingly confused by the question. Cash simply gestured at the creature, hoping that his questioning, slightly angry expression was enough of a hint.

Twist gave a shrug, tossing a slice of salmon out into the water, watching as it was quickly swallowed up, “’es jus’ a friend, tha’s all,” he stated, frowning slightly. He drew strangely quiet, watching the water silently, “It’s jus’, ‘e’s all alone out ‘ere,” he quietly mumbled, throwing another slice out, “He’s a long way from ‘ome, and he ain’t got nobody to look out for ‘im.”

“He’s not exactly a common monster,” the dragon chuckled, “Got caugh’ by some humans a couple decades ago, an’ I brought all the way out ‘ere. I didn’t know where ‘e was from at th’ time, but ‘e’s called a Muldjewangk, ‘s a sorta mermaid, jus’ without the pretty looks ‘n they like t’ curse their enemies t’ die slow n’ painful rather then killin’ ‘em straight up.”

Upon seeing Cash’s frowning expression Twist laughed again, “Don’t worry, they ain’t all bad. They keep little ones from swimmin’ in the water for starters an’ they’re important to the culture they were from,” He fell quiet again, seeming to realise he had stopped throwing food into the water when there was an impatient splash on the water’s surface, “’sides, I can’t jus’ leave a baby to fend for ‘imself.”

Cash jerked causing Twist to laugh once more at the question that was obviously racing across his mind. ‘That’s only a baby?’

[kaylees-fandomworld]

The Gangster and His Angel (Bobby Ikon)

Chapter 4

Y/N’s Pov

“Hey, do you think I’m too easy?” Nina asked from the end of your bed with her head hanging over the side of it. You looked at her extremely confused.

“What makes you think that you’re ‘too easy’?” You ask staring at her tall figure. For as long as you’ve known Nina, you can’t remember anything about her having a boyfriend or even occasional one night stand, so you wanted to know why she asked that.

“I don’t know, I guess it has to do with the guy I met last night. Oh my god, he was so hot and damn he could he work his body.” She exclaimed. You laughed at her outburst, as you moved to the end of the bed, laying in the same position as her.

“Did you get his name?” I wanted to know who the man was that, has stolen my best friend’s heart.

“Well his name is Jihwan, but he prefers to be called Jay.” She said, with flushed cheeks. “He even gave me his number.” She chirped. It was nice to see her happy, especially over a guy.

“So do you think he could be the one for you?” You smirk, sitting up. She followed your movements, tilting her head to the side, pondering for an answer to your question.

“Yeah maybe, but I’m not going to get my hopes up, for now, he is just a one nighter unless he feels the need to text me.” She spoke as if she was unphased by the situation. You laughed once again, shaking your head at her antics.

“Wow I’ve known you for almost a year and yet you never fail to amaze me.” The two of you giggle.

“Well I still know nothing about you, why don’t you tell me about that cute guy who helped you the other day.” She asked, smirking and wiggling her eyebrows at you. The blood rushed to your cheeks as you thought about that day, but then you remembered how much of a jerk he was to you.

“Don’t worry about him he’s a huge ass.” You sneer. Nina looked at you like you were insane.

“Who cares, he is pretty hot you should go for it, besides, what’s so bad about him? Bad boys are sexy, and from what I’ve heard they’re not that bad in bed either.”

“Okay first of all, eww. Second of all, honestly I don’t think he likes me very much.” You spoke, looking down, picking at your nails. Nina tilted her head again, the confusion fading into a look of disbelief.

“How could he not like you?! Girl you’re beautiful, smart, and sweet, not to mention the dash of sass you keep bottled up. If he doesn’t like you then his ass is blind and stupid.” She exclaimed, rather loudly. You just stare at her. Yeah, your friends and family tell you that you’re beautiful, but you don’t believe it. There were so many things that could change that opinion. You look away from her for a moment before getting up from the bed.

“I’m hungry, you wanna go to the diner for lunch?” You quickly changed the subject. Before she could respond, her stomach growled. The two of you erupted into a fit of laughter.

“Well if that answers your question, then let's go.” Nina cheered running out of the room to the front door. You shook your head following her.

As you two walked down the street, Nina proceeded to make fun of random people, urging you to laugh. That was the thing about Nina, she has never really cared what people thought about her or her opinion. She always felt free to speak her mind, even if it was a little mean. You honestly envied her and her carefree spirit, in which you use to possess yourself before life decided to screw you over.

“Earth to Y/N!” Nina yelled, waving her hand in front of your face. You looked at her with confusion before realizing that you must have zoned out

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You answered, your cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. She laughed at you making your face heat up more if that was even possible. People stared at the two of you, you with the face of a tomato and Nina laughing like a lunatic.

“Hahaha, you should h-have seen you f-face ahahaahhh. Ughhh you kill me!” She breathed still smiling.

“Ha yeah okay, c-can we just keep walking please, p-people a-are staring.” Your nerves started picking up as several pairs of eyes were set on you and Nina. Her smile quickly faded as she notices how you were looking at the ground, with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Yeah sure come on let's go.” She hooked her right arm with your left one pulling you towards the door of the diner. When you guys walked in some of your co-workers were stopped what they were doing to stare at you. You hadn’t been to work for two days, because your boss called and told you to take the rest of the week off. To say that they were happy to see you would be an understatement, as they whispered to one another. Nina pulled you to a booth in the corner, far away from everyone else.

“What’s going on?” you asked with your head hung low.

“Well, to be honest, the boss is really pissy about what happened with you and is trying to decide on whether or not to fire you. I told her that if she wanted to keep this place afloat then she really shouldn't.”

“Why did you tell her that?”

“Because you’re the nicest waitress here. Most of the customers that come in here always want you at their waitress.” She explained her argument.

“That is such bull shit.” Someone said in anger. You and Nina looked up from the table coming face to face with a waitress named Hae-Ju. Apparently, she was hired yesterday, but you have no clue why.

“Hae-Ju you're supposed to be nice to your customers.” Nina smiled, although it pretty transparently fake.

“Why should I be nice to her, when she has my man wrapped around her finger.” She roared. Your eyes went wide, what the hell is she talking about?

“What the are you talking about? She is too introverted to even talk to a guy unless she is taking his order.” Nina defended. Although what she said was a little offensive it's the thought that counts. This seemed to make Hae-Ju angrier.

“Well then, tell me why Bobby is always following around and watching you, huh? Or how about how you put on that show for everyone just so you could get close to him?” She hissed. You stared at her in shock. He’s the one who has been following me around? Why?

“All have you know I barely know him and I sure as hell don't know you, so if you're going to make accusations about something, why don’t you make sure you have your facts straight before you get your panties in a twist, oh wait by the looks of it, you probably spread your legs too much to feel the need to wear panties.” Hae-Ju gasped at your remark. Nina looked at you completely flabbergasted by your outburst. This was unlike you. You weren't someone to speak your mind or to throw insults at people, but she was getting under your skin. You felt a new need to defend yourself, to show at least one person that you weren’t helpless.

“Y/N, let’s just go okay.” Nina urged. She knew that this was about to end really badly, and she wasn’t going to stand there and let the future unfold.

“You stay the hell away from Bobby or else!” Hae-Ju threatened with venom seeping through every word.

“Or else what? You’re going to make my life a living hell, well get in line because you wouldn’t be the first to try.” You spoke. You had no idea where this courage was coming from but you liked it.

“Oh believe me it will be worse than anything you’ve ever experienced.”

“You talk like you know what I’ve been through, look I don’t have time to deal with you, so have a good day.” You spoke walking out the door of the diner. Nina followed you with a look that only proved how proud she was.

“That was badass! Her face was priceless, where the hell did all of that anger come from?” She beamed. You shrugged as the anger suddenly faded and you began to feel helpless once again.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just tired of people acting like they know me. Hey, I’m gonna go home, I will see you on Monday.” You said with a frown. You didn’t even wait to hear her response before you took off. When you got home you ran inside, slamming your front door behind you. Your breathing picked up as you slid down the back of the door, tears poured from your eyes as you let out all of your frustrations. You didn’t know why you were so upset, but something in you was ready to be released.

You cried for what felt like days but was only a few hours. When you finally calmed down, you picked yourself up off the floor and walked to your bathroom.

As you stepped in the room you caught a glimpse of your face in the mirror. Your cheeks were red and puffy, your blue eyes were now a dull grey, and pieces of hair clung to your face. You looked like hell and you felt like it too. Without another thought, you stripped yourself of your clothing, getting into the shower. You turned the knob for the hot water all the way up, not bothering with the cold water. Steam covered the glass of the shower, and you took that as your sign to step under the water. You hissed as it burned you slightly, but you didn’t move away, you allowed it to scold you. Soon you got used to the sting of the hot water, deciding it was time to finish up. You got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around your body, and headed into your bedroom to get dressed. You put on a pair of underwear and an oversized hoodie, that for some reason you couldn't remember how you had gotten it. You didn’t bother putting on pants, as it was only you in the house. You brushed your hair and teeth, then headed into the living room. You plopped down on the couch, switched on the tv, and threw a blanket over your body. As you watched a random show, you kept thinking about everything that has happened in the past two weeks. First you saved someone who you are pretty sure is part of a gang, then you had a full-on mental breakdown in a public place, next you found out that the man who is hunting you down has gone completely MIA, then you get told that you are wanted by someone named Alec, and last but not least you met Bobby’s psycho sex toy who wants to put you into an early grave. What else do you want to throw at my face? You thought.

Suddenly a knock was heard from the front door. In irritation, you got up to see who it was. You swung the door open, not really caring what you looked like, however, that suddenly changed when you saw who it was.

“Wow umm did I come at a bad time? Hey is that my hoodie?” Bobby asked. You just blankly stared at him, before turning around to go back into the living room. Bobby followed you inside, closing the door, then coming to sit beside you on the couch.

“What do you want?” You snap. Bobby cleared his throat as if he were trying to find what to say.

“Well I um, I heard about what happened and I wanted to um well I wanted to uh see if you were okay.” He spoke rubbing the back if his neck. He seemed nervous, considering how intimidating his demeanor is. You looked at him for a moment, studying his face.

“Why are you really here? I know you've been following me, she told me.” You sigh looking down at your hands. “Why don't you just leave you don't really care about if I'm okay or not.” You added. You went to stand up not realizing that his hoodie had ridden up your stomach, not only showing you sky blue lace panties but numerous scars as well.

“What the hell?” Bobby shot up from the couch, grabbing the bottom of his hoodie, pulling it up slightly. Your eyes grew wide as you feared the worst. You tried to pull away from him but his grip was too strong. He pushed you to the couch still holding on to the piece of fabric, following you. He climbed on top of you, sitting on your bare thighs. You tried kicking and punching him but it was no use, he was stronger than you.

“Please stop.” You cried out.

“Angel I’m not going to hurt you. Trust me.” He held onto your hands together with one of his, as he looked into your fear filled eyes. His eyes hosted a look of sincerity in them, one that made all of your worries fade, made you quit fighting. Once your body relaxed a little, he let your hands free, placing back on the hem of the hoodie. He lifted it up just above your belly button, revealing your flawed waist. The scars burned an image in his mind, of all the things that could have happened. One really caught his eye, the discolored skin screaming two words at him. ‘My Whore’. You squirmed under his intense gaze. His eyes showed so many emotions. Anger, sadness, and disgust flashed in his brown eyes. He quickly got off of you taking off towards the door.

“Wait, Bobby!” You called, but it was too late he had slammed the door and left. You were confused. Why did he leave like that? He is probably disgusted by me now. Your mind filled with so many bad thoughts. You’ve never voluntarily allowed anyone but your doctor to see the graveyard of scars that was your stomach. However he was different, you felt like you could trust him. As you thought about it, one thought came to your mind.

You were falling for him.

Unknown pov

“Was it her?” I asked, sitting in front of the tv with a bag of chips.

“Yes it was her, but you forgot to mention how much of a bitch she is.” She spoke. I laughed at that statement. Y/N was and still is a feisty one and I can’t wait to have her home with me once again.

“That she is, when will you bring her to me?” I question her as she plopped down on the floor next to me.

“Actually, how do you feel about getting to her all on your own?” She smirked.

“I’m listening.”

“Well if I can keep Bobby away from her then you can swoop in and take your prize.” She smiled at me. She had a point if that guy would stay the hell away from what is mine then I can get her back. “Well, that seems like a plan Ms. Hae-Ju.” I appreciated, before turning back to the tv.

“Good I can have my man and you can have your whore.It’s a win win.”

[labsvvskalsbd]

Possession of the Heart (2d x Reader)

You were a ghost. Simple as that. You died nearly 10 years ago, and life has been dull. No matter how many people you seemed to scare (mostly because it was really funny) it was kind of getting old... that is, until you met... them.... They came out of nowhere, it seems. After word got 'round that the house down the block was haunted, nobody moved in, and most neighbors moved away in fear of you coming after them next. It seemed that the mysterious bunch knew it was haunted, but yet, they still moved in???? It was a strange concept to you. You'd think they'd keep away, but no. They jump right on in as if they owned the place (which, in a way, they did now, seeing as to how they immediately were able to move in at a super cheap price). So there you were, just watching these four strange characters move around in your house. Though, you did have to say, they were really interesting. Especially the boy with blue hair. He had two eyes that must have been missing, or just very pushed in. "Ah! Home sweet home, ay guys?" Said a man with a black bull cut. It kind of reminded you of the Beatles in a way. "What a dump." You look over to see a man with a shirt that said "it's not rael". You grumble a little bit. "Excuuuuuse me. Sorry that I can't just magically sweep and dust everything I see!" You grumble. You know that they can't hear you, but they definitely felt the breeze go through the house. "Geez Russ! You're going to disturb the ghosts!" The man you guessed was Russ shook his head. "Why do you always buy weird houses that have ghosts in them? For once, a normal house would be nice!" The boy with blue hair finally spoke up. "Aw shucks Russel! It's not too bad! We could jus' clean it a lil and it'll be real charmin'!" His voice was sweet like honey and his cute accent and positive attitude really made you want for him to talk more. "Yeah! See Russ! You just gotta be more positive!" Russel shook his head and crossed his arms. You look over to see a young woman walk around, obviously looking everything over. She peered at the furniture with the plastic sheets on top and the boxes that laid scattered across the room. She seemed like the mysterious type. The type to know your own move before you. She had a very good sense of style though. You really liked her hair as well. She bent down and picked up a picture out of a box. It was a picture of you and your family before everything went downhill. You always took that picture with you. It reminded you of when things were good and of a happy day you had back then. You sigh, remembering that it was a little over ten years when that photo was taken. "Whatcha lookin' at Noodle?" It was the blue haired man again. "Noodle" handed him the photo. "Hm. They seemed real 'appy." He said. Bull-cut hair walked over. "Let me see that, 2D!" He said before snatching it away from Blueberry. "Ooooh. The family, huh? Which one do you think is haunting us? Hehehehe." Blueberry/possible 2D took it back gently and set it down in the box again. "So 'here do yew tink the bedrooms are?" They all shrug and continue to look over the house, searching top and bottom, every room, every drawer, every closet, everything. A little light bulb went above your head and you got to thinking. You follow 2D around, purposely making creaking sounds behind him as you walked on the floor. You stare at him, making sure that he felt uncomfortable. Finally, you make sure to send him over the edge in anxiety. You hurry and speed up into the room he was about to walk into and start to wind up an old carousel your grandma gave to you when you were just a kid. He walks in, and you finally let the music play. He gets spooked and you hear him talk to himself. "Nothin' to be afraid of 2D... Just a coincidence..." He said, unsure of himself. You grin. He goes to leave the room, but you beat him to it. You quickly command the door to shut itself right in his face. He screams loudly and jumps back far enough to hit the back of the wall. He leans against it, breathing heavily. You laugh at your doing and decided that you really like this boy. He has the best reactions... He slides down the wall and covers his head with his hands, hiding his face in his knees. You see him shaking uncontrollably and you hear his gasps fill the room. The sound of shouting and banging from the others filled the house. They beat on the door that stayed true to your command by staying shut. After he falls into the floor, still holding himself, you realize that he's crying. 'He's having a panic attack...' You may be dead, but you still had morals. And, being alive at some point, you knew how awful panic attacks were. The door stayed lock as the others continued to beat on it and yell his name. You crouch down and scoot closer to 2D. You know he can't see you, so you argue whether or not you should reveal yourself. One thing you should know about ghosts, they only show themselves at will. You gently lay a hand on his side and slowly show your transparent self. He continues to gasp and cry, so you gently hush him, saying soothing words and petting his hair down. His eyes are shut tightly, but after a few minutes, he opens them and turned his head to face you. You feel his blood run cold under your touch and you smile gently, trying to get him to trust you. He continue to breath hard, but after ten more minutes, he breathes slowly and calmly. "Are you okay?" You ask. He gulps and nods a little. "You don't have to be afraid.... I wasn't actually going to hurt you." He slowly sits up. "Hey... you're the girl from the picture..." You nod and bashfully smile. "Yeah. That was a long time ago though..." He continues to stare at your transparent body. "So you're the one 'aunting this place?" You nod. "You won't 'urt us, right?" You shake your head with a small smile. He blushes and clears his throat. "Uh... Thanks for... you know..." You nod your head. "It's (Y/n)." "(Y/n)? That's a pretty name." You blush a little, wondering if you even can blush. "Thanks. I'll, uh, see you around? Since we both live here and all..." You say before fading back out into your invisible, ghostly form. You posse a stuffed animal that was left on the bedside, now being able to move the animal if you wanted, but for 2D's sake, you stayed still. You see 2D smile widely. "Yeah... See yew 'round (Y/n)..." He says into the "empty" room. Bonus: "IM GOING TO BREAK THIS BLOODY DOOR DOWN. WHY IS IT JAMMED!?!?!?!" "MOVE YOU AVOCADO SKINNED FREAK! I HAVE MY SWORD. HOLD ON 2D!" *door slowly opens* "Uh... hey guys..." ... "WHERE THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU BEEN. WE WERE WORRIED SICK!!! AND HOW DID THAT DOOR JUST OPEN-"

[paranoid-fighter]

So I think I’m over my writer’s block?

@ceata88, @marcus-and-carter and @slunkymcgee each gave me ideas for a story. I was then encouraged to combine them. I... I don’t even know what else to say. This is a crack-fic and probably one of the weirdest things I’ve ever written.

Summary: Geoff, Rafelo and Jesse McCree go to the doctor... Copyright: Geoff, Lori, Vincent and Rafelo belong to me. Overwatch characters belong to Blizzard and were used without permission.

Rafelo stared up at the two men that sat across from him. One man had hair redder than Mother's prized tomatoes and the other reminded him of a shaggy coyote. He did like the hairy man's hat, though - he had been looking for one like that for a while. They were surprisingly hard to find out in the New Mojave. At least, it was hard to find one in that good of a condition. He saw plenty on the corpses he found in the blast zones, but they were always full of holes and they sometimes had twin cobras living in them. He opened his mouth to speak, only to fall silent as the tomato-haired man began to talk.  

  "So... uh, I really don't think I'm in the right place." Geoff glanced between the two men. "I mean, you're a cowboy with a robotic arm," he jerked his thumb at Jesse, "and I've no idea what the fuck you are." He pointed at Rafelo. "I'm, uh," Rafelo glanced down at his dirt-caked hands and the faded military uniform he had scavenged from a dead soldier, "I guess you could call me a shaman?" "A shaman?" Jesse's eyebrow raised as he stared at the young man. "Y'all don't look like a shaman." "Well, I am!" Rafelo huffed. "I mean, uh, I can do magic. And stuff." Geoff pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering just how the hell he had ended up here - this was the first and absolute last time he would ever ask for medical advice from Zelig.

  "So what about you?" Jesse turned slightly away from the pouting teenager. "What are you? Part firetruck?" "Hey, I like the red." Geoff pushed some of the shaggy hair out of his eyes. "I'm a cop." Jesse frowned at that, wondering if-- "Listen, McCree, I know about the warrants, alright? I don't give a flying fuck, though. Pretty sure my boyfriend's got a bigger bounty." "Wha--" "Well,” Geoff tapped his chin in thought, “if he doesn't, I'm pretty sure his god would pay more to get him back if something happened." "I don't--wait, god? What?" "Don't ask," Geoff sighed, "listen, I'm just here to see this new doctor, alright? But I got the distinct feeling I am in the wrong place." "What's the doctor's name?" Jesse asked, trying to push aside his confusion. "Zeigler? Ziggyler? I dunno." The officer shrugged. "I was told to come see her, was told she might be able to help me with, uh... things."

  "Things? Wow, descriptive." Rafelo piped up. "Kid, it's none of your business." Geoff frowned. "Well, what else are we gonna talk about?" The young man asked. "What did you mean, god? And paying?" Jesse's brows were knitted in confusion. "Your boyfriend works for God?" "Not God, no. Just an old Roman vampire." "Wha--" "Wait, wait, Roman? Weren't they those dress wearing people that died, like, a million years ago?" Rafelo's head tilted. "Togas." Jesse said without thinking. "Your boyfriend works for... a Roman vampire?" "Yeah, but the vampire's a god. It's a long story." "I wanna hear it!" Rafelo's voice was bursting with enthusiasm. Jesse pushed his hat back slightly as he slumped into his chair. "Y'know what? Fuck it, so do I."

  Geoff sighed as he ran his hands down his face. "Fuck... look, I'm not going to go into this, okay? All I'll say is that if you get enough people praying to you, it does things to you, okay?" "So, if I get people to pray to me, I'll become a god? Cool!" Rafelo was beaming now. "I could probably do--"

  The officer heaved a sigh of relief as a nurse stepped into the waiting room.

  The woman looked between the three men and then back at her chart. "...Rafelo?" "That's me!" Rafelo waved at her. "The doctor will see you now. Come with me." "Aw, now? But I was listenin--" "Go." Geoff sighed, resisting the urge to put his head in his hands. "But--" "Don't make Nurse Lori wait," Jesse's voice carried a warning, "trust me."

  Rafelo huffed as he stomped out of the waiting room.

   When the door closed, Geoff dropped his head into his hands. He only sighed as Jesse patted his shoulder, turning his head slightly to meet Jesse's gaze. "So why are you here?" He asked the cowboy. "Jus' gettin' a checkup." Jesse shrugged. "Got a pretty nasty cough." Geoff sighed as he turned his gaze back to the floor. "Gotcha." "Y'alright there, bud?"

  Jesse found himself laughing at the officer's blank stare.

  "Tha's fair, tha's fair. I won't push. Sounds like you got enough on your plate, anyway." Geoff made a noncommittal noise as he closed his eyes. "Gotta admit, though, I'm curious. I mean, not every day y'hear a story like that." "Well, it's not mine to tell." "How'd you end up in that situation, anyway?" "Love." Geoff sighed.

  Jesse patted the man's back again. "That'd do it. Love's a bitch like that." "Yep..." "So why are you here?" "I won't say." "Okay." McCree leaned back in his own chair. "Y'r not the potential new recruit I keep hearin' about, are you?" "What? No. Gods no. I got enough shit in my life just working as a cop. I don't need to be a soldier." "Well, if it--aw, no." "What?" Geoff glanced back at him. "Fuck, if you're not the recruit that means that rat-faced kid is." "Have fun with that." The cop smiled darkly.

  Jesse groaned as he rubbed his eyes. "We got enough shit in Overwatch - last thing we need is a kid swearin' he's got magic powers." "Magic's real." "No." Jesse shook his head. "No way." "Ye--" A scream interrupted him.

  McCree and Geoff were on their feet in a second, their guns in their hands. Geoff followed the outlaw through the door and towards the sound of Lori screaming about rats.

  Jesse threw open the door and found himself frozen in place at the sight of the floor, counters and walls covered in transparent blue rats. He could only blink as Geoff pushed him to the side; the officer was staring at Rafelo, seemingly unconcerned. "Kid, did you summon them?" "She wanted to touch me!" Rafelo's voice was as squeaky as the rats around him. "She's a nurse. She has to touch you to do her job." "Well, I don't like it!" The rats began to angrily surge, making Lori scream louder as she tried to balance on the wheeled stool. "Make the rats go away, Rafelo." Geoff's voice was level as he holstered his gun. "Make 'em go away and it'll all be okay." "I don't want her to touch me." “I WON'T!" Lori screamed as the ghostly rats scampered through the wall. "See? She said she won't. Now make 'em go away."

  Rafelo crossed his arms over his chest as he sat on the table. "No." "Kid," "My name's Rafelo." "Rafelo," Geoff's voice was still soothing, "listen. Make the rats go away. Lori's a nurse. She's the last person in the world that's gonna hurt you. She swore an oath to keep people safe and healthy." "Really?" "Yes," Lori's legs began to grow weak as a translucent rat crawled across her feet. "Oh... I, uh, I've never been to a doctor before. I mean, uh, last time I was in somethin' like this, I ended up with... huh. This is a lot like last time. Guns are drawn on me and people are screaming." "Rafelo, last warning. Make the rats go away." "Fine..." With a wave of his hand, the sea of blue vermin vanished.

  Geoff stepped into the room and helped Lori down from the stool, helping her sit as she stared in horror at the teenager on the examination table. McCree was slumped against the door frame, his eyes wide and equally as horrified as Lori's. The officer dampened a few paper towels at the sink and held them out to the nurse, watching as she buried her face into the cool towels. She took a few slow, steadying breaths before sitting up straight. "Rafelo," her voice was still a little shaken, "will... you let me examine you before the doctor sees you?" "I guess," he huffed. "Will you... not do that again?" "Fine," he crossed his arms over his chest. "But if I tell you to stop, you stop, okay? You're lucky it was just rats! I can call up a lot worse!" "Rafelo, don't threaten the nurse." Geoff growled. "Fiiiiine..."

  Geoff walked back to Jesse and tapped his shoulder. "Y'still with me, bud?" "What did--what--how--" "Hey, Nurse, if you need anything, just yell, alright? I'm gonna take him back to the waiting room." Lori slowly nodded as she stared at Rafelo, flinching as the young man waggled his fingers at her.

  The officer steered McCree back into the waiting room and helped him down onto a chair. "You there, McCree?" "What just happened...?” "Magic." "N-no. It was just light." "Nope." "No, it was. It had to've been. Symmetra can use light to--oh fuck me, that wasn't light, was it?" "Nope. Magic." Jesse buried his head into his heads, mumbling to himself. Geoff gently patted his back. "You were lucky it was just ghost rats. I've seen a lot worse." "Worse?" Jesse echoed hollowly. "Yeah. I mean, I've personally been chased by a rotting, gun-wielding corpse. That was a rough day." Geoff blinked as Jesse slid from his chair and down onto the floor. "McCree?"

  Jesse pulled his serape tighter around his body as he curled into the fetal position.

  Geoff held in a sigh as he sat down on the floor beside the other man. "Look, everything’s okay. Rafelo seems like he's a good kid. He's not gonna hurt anyone." "Morrison's gonna want him for Overwatch." "Yeah, probably." Jesse sighed as he slowly sat up. He had seen plenty of strange things during his life, but this was definitely a new one on him. "Why are you here?" "Truthfully? Hoping that this doctor could help me with my werewolf - he likes to take over and I don't like it." The outlaw stared blankly at Geoff before shaking his head. "Y'know, I ain't even gonna question that now." Geoff grinned and patted his shoulder. "Tell you what - I'll buy you a beer after this. Y'look like you could use one." "...thanks."

   One beer ended up turning into a bottle of whiskey.

  ...which turned into three.

  Geoff had taken the man's phone off of the bar while Jesse had wandered to the restroom. Thankfully, the phone was unlocked and had an open text message on the screen. He didn't know who 'Hanzo' was, but it was clear that Jesse did - and quite well, at that. He tapped out a quick text and waited for the response - Jesse was going to need help getting home tonight.

He exchanged a few more texts before Jesse showed up and took his phone back. The drunken cowboy was angrily slurring at him before he answered the phone call he had received. The moment he put the phone to his ear, his entire demeanor changed. Geoff only smiled as he sipped his beer, watching as Jesse happily babbled to Hanzo...

   Geoff paid for Jesse's drinks as the cowboy tottered his way outside, his arms thrown around the peeved older man that was all but carrying him. He bid them a good evening, laughing as Hanzo threw a final glare over his shoulder before the door closed behind them. 

With his smile in place, the officer ordered another beer as he waited for Vincent to arrive...