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realcube · 3 years

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OVERHEARING SOMEONE TALK ABOUT THEIR S/O

characters ♡ baji, mikey & mitsuya

tw ♡ insults (in reference to the reader), violence & robbery

KEISUKE BAJI

♡ baji never mentioned that he was dating you to anyone in toman

♡ in fact, he hoped that none of them even knew about your existence, because that would only lead to trouble; and he was correct

♡ he was simply taking a puff on his stationary motorcycle, when members of the division started to filter into the parking lot that he was currently trying to relax in

♡ usually he’d try to ward off strangers so he could enjoy his time alone but he knew these guys from toman, so he allowed them to stay as long as they’d keep their voices down and not bother him

♡ most of his attention was on his own thoughts, but it was immediately redirected when he heard your name brought up in their conversation

♡ only your last name, so he wasn’t even certain whether they were talking about you, but still his interest was piqued

♡ “they are on shift friday night, the only one left at eleven,” one of the guys explained, gesturing to his bat with a wicked smirk, “we’ll break in then. i’ll drive getaway.”

♡ “what if they call someone? shouldn’t we wait until they’ve left?” another suggested but was quickly corrected.

♡ “once they lock up the security system activates and it’ll be impossible to get in without alerting the cops. so we may as well bust in, handle them, and then steal the bikes.”

♡ baji cringed, since he was certain that they were talking about you —since you happen to work at a motorcycle shop on friday nights — he hated to think about what they meant by ‘handle’.

♡ “now stop askin’ stupid questions.” the same guy scoffed, twirling around his bat, “i used to work there, idiot, obviously i know what i’m doing.”

♡ the group of six all laughed at the one poor guy who asked the question, and baji did too

♡ he laughed at the irony behind how they were calling each other idiots, when they were all the ones talking about auto theft in broad daylight, and discussing doing unspeakable things to a person, when their boyfriend was standing in ear-shot with a bat and a motorcycle ready

♡ he did give them the benefit of the doubt in the latter aspect though; how were they supposed to know that y’all were dating when you are never seen spending time with each other?

♡ baji suddenly felt bad; it dawned on him that perhaps he had been neglecting your relationship as of recently. of course, it wasn’t with poor intention, in fact he thought he was taking the moral course of action by avoiding a situation where you are harmed because of his ties with toman

♡ however, being in a gang was no excuse to be a bad boyfriend, he figured

♡ for now, the least he could do was take care of these guys to save you the trouble

♡ but perhaps that wasn’t his brightest idea, he realised as he stood amongst the dejected bodies scattered across the ground, “i know you are all alive, so consider this a warning.” baji chuckled at the grunt one produced as he kicked him aside to head back over to his motorcycle

♡ before he left the area, obviously he stole all the cash he could from those guys, which gave him enough to buy the thing he had been eyeing for you

♡ though it took him a while to get his hands on it, it left him with the perfect opportunity to give it to you

♡ “oi, open up!” baji hollered as he pounded on your door; if baji wasn’t such a bruiser, you would’ve thought he was dying

♡ “what!?” you hissed, throwing the door open to reveal your frantic state.

♡ you were half angry at how loud he was being, and the other half at how he has been ignoring you for the past two weeks and finally decides to show up just as you were about to leave for work, in fact, you were running late for your night shift

♡ “no need to rush.” baji said, an odd sense of sincerity in his voice as he motioned for you to stop putting your shoes on, “you’re not going to work today.”

♡ you simply laughed, ignoring him and gathering your stuff to leave, “and why is that?”

♡ “well,” baji started, rubbing his chin for effect, “these guys from toman plan on robbing the place tonight. i did give them a warning, but they might still do it. and you know i just want you to be safe.” he said with a mischievous grin, as you both knew there was no way your shop was getting robbed tonight, unless the dudes wanted to try it with both arms broken

♡ “so did you just come here to tell me that, or is there something else?” although you tried to hide it, baji could tell by your subtle flustered expression that you were thankful

♡ “i found this.” he lied, cupping your hand to lift it and drop in a gold bracelet, “one of the guys had it on him.”

♡ you gasped, taking the bracelet to examine the fine details, and noticed how it had a small crystal heart attached, “yeah, i’m sure a member of toman just so happened to be wearing a charm bracelet.”

♡ “i never said he was wearing it!” baji spat, swiftly snatching it from your hand and holding it above his head, “i can pawn it if you don’t want it.”

♡ “i like it, though!” you said, reaching up for it, only for him to grab your wrist and put it on you

♡ “then forgive me for not hanging with you.” he muttered, angrily clipping the bracelet through furrowed brows, while you leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead

♡ “it’s fine. i forgive you.” you couldn’t help but snicker at his word choice of ‘hanging out’, which resulted in you getting a swift flick to the forehead

♡ but before you could whine, he quickly followed it up with a kiss <33

MIKEY

♡ one day he was visiting mizo to find takemichi and he happened to walk passed a group of guys talking about how one of them planned on asking out a person from a different school

♡ at first he didn’t pay much attention since it was none of his business after all, until he heard that the person’s name and description just so happened to match yours

♡ so like any good boyfriend would, he halted and told draken to grab takemichi while he listened in

♡ as he gained more insight into the situation, he learned that the person happened to go to the same academy as you and had the same bus schedule too

♡ it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the person they were talking about was you

♡ as it turns out, the guy who planned on asking you out had your bus times memorised so if he was able to run fast enough, he would be able to reach your stop before you got on the bus, which is when he will ask you out

♡ or at least, that is what he hoped would happen if everything went smoothly and there was no unexpected interference from a group of delinquents

♡ mikey had many options on how to deal with this situation

♡ he could ask you to take a different bus, he could do nothing (because he trusted that you’d reject the guy either way) or he could beat them up right now to save himself the hassle later

♡ however, he decided to go with a more peaceful approach

♡ he continued eaves-dropping until everyone besides the lover boy had left, so he could have an amicable one-on-one conversation with him — definitely no threats involved — and advise the guy to stay in his fucking lane and never go near you ever again, kindly.

♡ when the day of the proposal arrived, mikey paid you a surprise visit after school and offered to walk you to the bus-stop; not because he was afraid that the dude might confess, but rather since he had booked you both tickets to the movies!

♡ but once you both arrive at the stop, you were greeted by the guy standing there holding a measly bouquet of flowers, looking quite taken back by the fact you were with someone else; even though mikey had done him the courtesy of explicitly telling him to back off

♡ though he must’ve not got message despite the hand-holding, and he obviously didn’t recognise mikey, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have continued to confess, albeit with quivering limbs and a black eye

♡ but before he could even stutter out a greeting, mikey hissed at him, “what the are you doing?” yet the guy only replied with a shrug

♡ upon observing the interaction, your eyes widen as you turned to look at mikey, “do you know him?”

♡ “never seen him before in my life, dear.” he smiled sweetly, but it was ineffective; you already knew he was lying as soon as he called you ‘dear’.

♡ “(y/n)!” the guy yelled, trying to catch your attention, but only shaking even more as your gaze fell on him, “i was going to ask you, if—”

♡ mikey let out an exaggerated yawn, widely outstretching his arms to distract both of you, “this has been fun, but we’re running late for the movie.”

♡ “but i’m not fin—” the poor boy was once again interrupted by mikey waving him goodbye, grabbing your hand and swiftly guiding you around him, back on the route to the cinema

♡ before he even got the chance to cry another plea, you had both already disappeared around the corner

♡ once mikey had dragged you both far enough away from the bus-stop, you began your interrogation, “seriously, who was that? and what was he trying to say? did you give him the black eye?” you had to stop to take a deep breath, “also, you said the movie would start in the evening!”

♡ mikey brought your hand up —which he had a tight grip on — and kissed the back of it gently, “my bad,” he chuckled slightly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, “i forgot to mention him. i met him a few days ago and he was planning to ask you out so i politely informed him that you were taken.”

♡ “for some reason, i don’t believe that last part.”

♡ he snickered, “and yeah, the movie starts in the evening so we’re not running late. but he wasn’t taking the hint!” he whined while clinging to your arm, as if you were going to run away from him at any second, “forgive me?”

♡ “sure, whatever.” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you watched his expression light up, “but next time, mind your own business! i could’ve just said no, instead of you beating him up, or whatever you did.”

♡ “noted.”

MITSUYA TAKASHI

♡ during his time as the second division leader of toman, he’s overheard all kinds of stuff that he probably wasn’t supposed to; awkward small talk, plans to commit felonies, deep conversations, weed brownie recipes, discussions about health issues — the list goes on forever!

♡ however, one topic he has never heard any one ever have the audacity to speak about (within a ten mile radius of him), is you. even though, your relationship was public to toman.

♡ your name was often kept out of people’s mouth since you rarely interacted with any of the gang members when you visited, hence they didn’t really have anything bad (or good) to say about you. none of them knew you besides the title ‘boss’ partner’.

♡ so, that’s why mitsuya had to do a double take when he heard someone in his division mutter to the guy beside him, “why does his friend keep visitin’? it’s annoying. plus, they just sit and don’t talk to anyone besides ‘im. they must think they’re better than us or something.” right after mitsuya mentioned that you were visiting toman.

♡ he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow; did that guy really think that he was being sly and quiet? by the look on his face, he seemed pretty self-assured.

♡ “um, i heard you, idiot.” he hissed, pinching his nose and shaking his head as he watched the knucklehead stare at him dumbfounded, as if the whole room hadn’t heard him too.

♡ “don’t say shit like that. they don’t think they’re better than anyone.” he scorned, balling his fist and almost twitching with anger, fighting the urge to pummel that guy for the sake of his own reputation in toman

♡ and that impulse almost immediately dissipated as soon as you entered the room; his hand loosened and opened to cup your cheek

♡ he was as sweet as can be for the rest of the night, of course, and he still managed to send that dude daggers whenever he got the chance.

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plush-anon · 3 years

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You worked at joanns? 😍 dream job

In all fairness, a large part (and I do mean a LARGE part) of why I enjoyed working at Joanns were the managers.

The store manager was a guy named Richard, one of maybe two or three men who worked there total, and this man was practically a saint as far as retail goes.

This was a man who would, with no hesitation, get on the floor to help customers, or hop on the registers to check customers' purchases out, or pop on to the cutting counter to cut fabric. He remembered the names of regulars, would chat and smile while getting shit done, and was the type of guy to speak slowly and softly when we had shitstains explode at us measly peons for not giving them the full cost of an item back in a return (ex $200) when they used a coupon to purchase an item to begin with and only paid a portion of the cost (ex. $150). No joke, this actually happened to me on Black Friday with a man who stood at about 6 foot with a crewcut and a snarl (the military Karen, if you would)

Richard, of course, stood at about 6 foot 5 inches, and reminded me of a ginger grizzly bear in some ways. Very few customers continued to be assholes when they asked to speak to the manager and Richard came over, smiling wide. He encouraged us to chat with the customers while we worked the cutting counter - it was a good way to learn about what they were making, encouraged general conversation and lent itself to a better environment for everyone, worker and customer alike, so we weren't just awkwardly standing in silence the whole time.

The assistant store manager (aka his second in command - we had two other assistant managers, but she wielded more power than both of them) was Farrah, and she was basically Cool Wine Aunt, but with weed. She was open about smoking it (but not in a pressure-the-underlings kind of way, but more of a 'yeah, it calms me down' kind of way) but never on the clock, and was just really chill in general. She was also a 'jump on the registers' type of manager, and on occasion would take the closing staff out to get a drink from the texmex place next to us in the shopping center, and cover one for each of us - particularly during the Holiday Clusterfuck of October, November, and December (their Frozen Kahlua Mudlslide was my alcoholic drink of choice - they also had these spicy chicken strips that were amazing with it, but I digress).

Both of them were amazing people who would support and back us up without hesitation (if they weren't dealing with corporate or stock trucks coming in), and both routinely worked 15 to 20 hours UNPAID overtime during the Holiday Clusterfuck so that we the underlings could get more hours without Corporate jumping up our ass about going over budget.

They were also refreshingly upfront in our monthly meetings about profits and meeting them, as well as why company policy was the way it was, and how to work within the boundaries so we got more hours. One of my favorite moments was when they said the fabric sales essentially covered their own cost (production and delivery); the rest of the cheap crap in the store was what covered our paycheck and electricity, so hawk it as much as you can if you want extra in the bank (paraphrasing here, but that's not that far off what they actually said tbh).

With some Karen-y exceptions, the customers were honestly pretty chill. There were two women from a nearby church who bought well over 200 yards of cut fleece to make no-sew fleece blankets for children and the poor in December (it took forever to do, but they were so cheerful about it and told some funny anecdotes in between, kept the counter clear as soon as they were cut, etc. Took them three carts to haul everything to the register XD).

There was the slew of quilters making everything from baby blankets to anniversary gifts to quilts for their grandkids attending the local university that they could wear to football games in the colder weather, while still showing team pride. They always bought quarters and eighths and the end of the bolt for half price, digging thru our remnants bin for something they might have missed they could get for half price. They always talked about what they were working on, and spoke in great detail on their kids or cousins or niblings or grandkids. I saw so many pictures on phones, in wallets, and they loved them to absolute pieces.

There were cosplayers making their first costume to comicon, halloween goers trying their hand at making their own outfits, and a few furries making custom suits for order or just updating their own personal outfit. There were the usual school and church Christmas plays that needed costumes, and folks making custom table runners and place settings for family holiday meals.

One notable young man bought out 30+ yards of our 65" inch wide bolt felt for JEWELRY projects he was making as a part of his business and as a part of his art program (you can major in art with a concentration in jewelry making, and he was using it for that). He didn't leave a card, but the pictures he showed us were STUNNING.

We had a few elderly mothers come in with their daughters, to pick out fabrics so they could make their own wedding dresses, or quinceanera outfits, or veils; they showed us the patterns they had, or the pictures they were basing the designs off of, and all of them were STUNNING. (One came back in with the finished dress in the bag, this intricately beaded poofy dress that had to have taken days, hot pink and shiny).

We had local restaurant owners pop in for re-upholstery projects and curtains and vinyl; same with teachers and deck dads and furniture restoration workers that would gush about the design, what they had planned. Some would bicker with their spouses on the pattern, but it felt good-natured on the whole.

We had some elderly men come in to peer over our sewing machines - "How much it run for? My wife's birthday is coming up and her old machine's about done, and I want to surprise her. She had a Singer, but she hates the electronic screens on some of these newer ones, they hurt her eyes." - and moms coming in to sew some custom bed sheets for their kids - "My son really likes the new My Little Pony show, but he's a little shy about it. Do you think the blue's okay? Only he like yellow more, but they don't have any back there and he doesn't MIND blue really but - Actually scratch that, how wide is the fabric? My pattern says it needs to be at LEAST 22 inches wide, does it say on the box?" - and people coming up with some WILD craft ideas that were always a delight to hear them gush about - "So this MAY seem crazy, but I can turn these plastic pumpkin trick-or-treat pails into SNOWMEN heads with felt like this. We fill them with treats for the kids since we don't have a fireplace and they like it fine, but someone said I should sell these on Etsy and people really like them! But I've run out of pumpkins, and you have NO idea how happy I am that you guys still have some left."

The group we had to work with was also pretty crafty; a few were chronic call-outs, some a bit lazy, some perpetually done-with-this-nonsense, but we were mostly on the same page on shift, and all of us were crafty as heck. The employee discount was a blessing AND a curse, lemme tell you.

Stock was the best part, for me. Hours before the store opened at 9 AM, we would rip open the boxes and stuff everything onto the shelves, organizing anything the closing shift missed the night before along the way, updating new stickers or shuffling pegs over for new product arrangement, etc. We could listen to music or podcasts as we worked, and I ended up impressing some of them bc of how fast I tore through everything some mornings (the music definitely helped out there).

I was actually about to be promoted to assistant manager after 6 months, but then I got my job with the university, and they had federal health benefits AND dental, so... yeah, no contest there. Richard actually laughed when I told him I'd been hired at the university and was giving my two week notice, since it meant he didn't have to do the slew of paperwork that accompanied new assistant manager hires. He congratulated me on the job, especially the health benefits - he said that was a perk worth leaving any job here for. I nearly cried with relief that he wasn't mad.

He and Farrah chipped in and got me a small music box that plays Man of La Mancha's Dream the Impossible Dream on my last day. It still sits on my desk at work.

It was honestly my favorite retail job out of the bunch I've suffered through. Surprising at first, since I initially received a rejection email bare HOURS after my interview with Farrah, but about a month later (as I trawled endlessly through interview after interview, desperate for anything those first few months ), I got a call back from them asking if I was still interested (which I was, bc hey a job!). They remembered me specifically bc I had missed my bus to the interview, called ahead to let them know I would be late, then walked the whole way there in the rain to get there. (It was only about a mile and a half away, so not a terrible journey, but flooding is an issue in our flat-ass city; I looked like a drenched afghan hound holding a useless umbrella, so enjoy that imagery).

They were particularly impressed by the calling-ahead part.

Unfortunately, both of them ended up moving on to different paths over the year after I left - apparently they had been friends with benefits (? I say hesitantly, since I ran into one of my coworkers at an art show later on and she spilled the beans there - she was a bit flighty in nature though, and got caught up in gossip a LOT, so who knows. Lovely brocade custom projects though), and his ex girlfriend had called corporate on them and got both fired.

I think Farrah came back some time later, but the damage was done after that - the new manager came in and operated SOLELY to corporate policy. A LOT went to pieces in terms of store cleanliness, order, and general camaraderie after that - the new fabric counter folks look and sound dead inside, and barely interact with customers (not even a 'whatcha making' in passing, which is kind of sad - the stories I got helped to pass the time, and kept me from using up all of my Set Conversation Phrases for customers that actually WOULD leave us standing in silence). Corporate also stopped some of the smaller store policies that made our job easier and gave the customers a little something extra (the 'end-of-the-bolt' discount - if, after the customer orders say, 2 yards of fabric on the bolt, and there's say, a half yard "remnant" left on the bolt, we can sell them the remnant for half-price. A LOT of quilters LOVED this, and we did too, since it saved us from filling out the remnant tag and printing a sticker later on).

Just goes to show how important good management is in a business; especially when it can kick a store previously part of the top 50 stores in the NATION (while being a medium store at that - smaller place, NOT Hobby Lobby size like the Large stores) to something much less pleasant. I could be rose-goggling the situation thought - retail is still retail, no matter how nice some aspects are - but it still sticks with me as to how good he experience was even taking into account that it WAS minimum wage retail.

Food for thought, lads, food for thought.

#plush gets personal #joanns #joann fabrics #employment #retail hell #or well #not so much hell for this one #retail... purgatory? yeah that'll work

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estrxlar · 3 years

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The Ghost Of You

01 - You’re Familiar

This chapters songs:

Daughter Of A Cop; TV Girl

I Hope To Be Around; Men I Trust

Weird Fishes/Arpeggi; Radiohead

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— Y. L. Perspective

My breath got louder and louder each second I ran. With my bento box hitting my hips, bag tossing around, and my skirt flying up, there was no way things could get any worse.

But luckily just around the corner, I spotted students climbing onto it, which made my feet run even faster.

Near late on my first day? Damn, Y/n, way to start your year.

Just then, I heard the sharp hiss of the engine, sending me faster towards the vehicle than I had been pacing myself before. But still, the driver was ignorant, obviously not caring how much I needed this. It wasn't like my parents would take me anyways.

"WAIT..! PLEASE WAIT!" I started on the side of the bus, running side to side with the wheels. After a few seconds of loud disruption, it finally stopped. The break was hard, and students inside were heard making remarks of protest.

Sure, I felt bad for the people who had to get a brake check, but I on the other hand was completely out of breath and near dead. Couldn't they spare me?

"I'm, I'm so.. I'm so sorry I.." My breath is short, and loud while I breathe in and out, trying my best to try and explain my tardiness to the driver. He simply sighs, gesturing for me to seat myself already.

While I stumbled down the aisle, I received a few weird glances from fellow students. Some familiar and some new. I couldn't tell if it was because of my reputation, or because I looked like a hot mess. Either way, it was too early in the morning for one to give a damn. And so, I seat myself next to another student, finally resting from the marathon I had just run.

I sighed, rolling my head back, and placed my fingers on my temples. 'I probably look like a mess right now.' I thought, letting out a huge sigh. Once I sat my fingers back down onto my lap, I observed more of the people I was surrounded by.

Some third years I was familiar with, a few that wouldn't dare speak to me, and some that were strangers. Other second and first years I didn't know at all; throughout high school, I thought it'd be best to stay hidden and introverted, especially if I were to become popular in the music industry. Lots of young stars still went to school, and usually got dirt easily thrown onto their title and that's exactly what I would avoid this year.

Bringing me back to reality, I capture a peek coming from the boy I was seated next to. He had fluffy gray hair and seemed just as tired as me. But the bus was so dark, I couldn't completely make out his features.

"Something wrong?" I said to him.

He jumped a little, adjusting his eyes back down to his phone. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I just- I think I know you from somewhere."

"Lots of people know me, buddy—" I lifted my head, facing him. 'Hey, this guy does pretty familiar. But there's no way I'd forget a face like his. Then again, I have the memory of an 80-year-old woman.' I think to myself, examining his features in an awkward mood.

"Wow, it is you. (Y/n), it's been quite a while!" He smiled widely, reaching a hand out to me. I only froze, too confused to comprehend the situation. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you're doing well!"

"I-Im sorry?" I question, wondering why a stranger would confront me this way. But something was off— I knew him, I just couldn't remember where from. Maybe from previous classes, or from a concert?

He turns slightly, growing a smile on his pale face. "I was trying to figure out if it was you or not, but it is! It's great to see you're better. How are you?"

"Who are you?" I ask back, a bit frightened.

"Uhm, well, I sat next to you in math class during my first year. Remember? I was a little ditzy, kind of annoying, I never shut up about volleyball..?" He asks, hoping to get a hint of nostalgia. "Come on, you've gotta recognize me, right?"

"Wait, Sugawara!" My finger jumps out, pointing to his sitting figure. "I'm sorry I couldn't recognize you! It sure has been quite a while. But I definitely remember you, now! You were one of the people who talked to me during my first year.. thanks for that. Anyways, how've you been?"

"I think that's my line, L/n." Suga pats my shoulder, then places his hand onto his lap. "You've changed so much! I've gotta know how you're doing!"

"I-I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing in your perspective, but thanks anyway. I've been doing just fine." I explain before a yawn escapes my mouth. Sure, this conversation was energetic, but I certainly wasn't.

"Again, so very sorry for being so forgetful. I don't remember much from first year, especially not anything in math, but I sure do recognize you now." I say, hoping my rudeness from before wouldn't have any effect on how he viewed me. Not that I cared, of course.

Luckily, Sugawara was forgiving that day. With a wide grin, he replies, "No need to apologize. People change drastically during high school; we're no exceptions. Although, I would've enjoyed being mutuals with you throughout most of it! I wonder why I haven't seen you around until today... I believe the last time we had talked was around the last day of first year."

"Yeah, we didn't have any classes together. If we had, I'm sure we would have stirred up a discussion. You seem very kind. " I gently smile, rubbing the nape of my neck. I tend to forget any bad memories, and the beginning of high school sure was a fat one.

"What a shame, you too seem wonderful.." He comments, gazing towards me for a split second, before reverting his focus. "A-anyways, it's a bit of a surprise I saw you here. Have you always ridden the bus? I usually take it in the mornings as well."

"I've actually just moved into this neighborhood. My parents work more hours than ever, so they decided it's best if I'm closer to school so that I can get to school and back quickly." I explain, tapping the sage green bento in my lap, before setting it on my side.

Sugawara nods, understanding the circumstances. "That makes sense. I'm sure you'll enjoy it now that you've got a friend in the neighborhood. Although, a girl like you must be quite familiar, right?"

'Is that intended to be disrespectful, or am I just tripping?' I think to myself, asking him to spell out the meaning of that remark. "I'm sorry, what? A girl like me?"

"Oh, crap! I didn't mean that to sound rude— I meant because of your band! I understand you guys are the talk around school, considering you're getting pretty popular in the field."

A sigh of relief leaves my lips, preparatory to my correction. "Oh, my band. I'm not sure I necessarily make friends, more like connections and acquaintances. Only a couple of students know about the band, and usually just the down-low ones. But enough about me, what about you, hm? I assume still volleyball obsessed."

I had obviously steered in the wrong direction with our conversation, for Suga's aura quickly altered at the mention of the sport. "Eh, I'm not as excited about it as I used to be." He says, along with a hint of dissatisfaction in his raspy voice.

"No way. What happened to cheerful Sugawara who asked me, the lamest, to join the girls' team?" I ask, hoping a bit of that childish personality was still inside the older version of Suga. The one which was taller, more masculine, more of a man than before.

"Honestly, can't tell you. 'Teams has been a mess ever since I've joined." He leans back in his seat, stretching his arms out, before placing them around his neck from behind. "We're hanging on my a very thin thread."

"Dang, that really sucks. You never know, things can always turn out better." I say, doing as he did, and resting against the leather seats.

"Yeah, of course. I guess it's pretty hard to keep going after so many fails, haha." A sad chuckle leaves his mouth, as he sighs.

"Anyway, nice talking. I'm outta take a quick power nap; I barely got sleep last night. Mind waking me up when we get to school?"

"Yeah, of course," Sugawara replies. With that, I'm left with laying music in my ears like always, and nodded off to slumber.

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"Hey, sleepyhead. We're at school," I hear someone say, feeling a tap of a cold finger on my nose. Almost immediately, I shoot up from my position, standing directly above Sugawara while students leave the bus with their bags, having loud discussions of excitement. Was there anything more embarrassing than falling asleep on someone who ghosted you as a friend?

"Dear God, I'm terribly sorry." I panic, brushing down my blue skirt. "That happens on rides, it was a mistake."

"Oh, it's no big deal! Don't worry—" Suga chuckles, standing up from sitting. But before I could let him talk anymore, I started making my way towards the exit of the bus.

"Uhm, I've gotta go! Great talking, though. I'll catch you later, have a good day," I mumble, before frantically leaving the vehicle. 'What a morning.'

— K. S. Perspective

Before I could grant Y/n a polite goodbye, she'd disappeared in just a few seconds. But even so, the measly to,e I'd discussed with her was quite enjoyable. I couldn't believe how much she'd changed.

Long ago, the beginning of high school, Y/n was the type of girl you could barely see, as if she were invisible. I think the only reason I ever even noticed her was because we were seated next to each other in math class, and she immediately caught my attention. But thank goodness I had at least tried making an effort to talk to her, or else we wouldn't have had our conversation this morning. But it wasn't her fault she was so gloomy; supposedly she had lost someone close to her the year before.

Although our talk was brief, it still meant a lot to me. Especially since I was informed that she was finally happy. Looking down at the seat she used, there was a small box with a handle at the top, and a few anime stickers covering it.

'Is this what was making that loud tapping noise on the way here?' I asked myself, examining the box more. Small initials marked 'Y.L.' We're at the bottom, informing me it was Y/n's. At first, I considered handing it to our bus driver, but for the few years I've known him I learned he doesn't return lost things. And so, I leave the bus with it in my hands, ready to start my morning.

"Suga!" I hear a familiar voice call out to me. Looking up, I see my friend, Daichi, and another fellow behind him, Tanaka. The two of them jog towards me, with their scarfs unfolding in the wind. Both I had met in volleyball, and they've been my buddies ever since.

"Hey, Sugawara!" Tanaka exclaims, roughly slapping my back. The bento tosses in my hands, thankfully not spilling onto the floor. Unfortunately, he notices the box and snatches it right out of my hold. "Wow, feeling a bit girly, are we?"

I laugh in response, quickly taking it back. "It's not mine, it belongs to the person who sat next to me today. Hopefully, if I see her again I can give return it."

"Hopefully?" Daichi teases, as we all begin our walk towards the school doors. "Do you know her name?"

"Yeah, her name's Y/n. Know her?"

He lights up at the mention of their name, replying "Oh, I know her! That girl you never shut up about I in first year, correct?"

"Ha, yeah."

Tanaka doesn't understand, digging deeper into the situation. "What?! I've never known good ole' Suga to genuinely have feelings for a girl, unless it was some fling."

"I don't! I used to. There's a difference." I say, as we enter the building.

"If she rides your bus, then why don't you just give it to the driver? She'll probably go looking for it later at the end of the day. That is unless you wanna see her again.." Daichi teases me.

"You see, I would. But the bus driver is sort of a thief, and this girl has had a rough morning as it is. I just wanna be nice." I explain to him. Though a part of me did want to see her again and hope that we could talk longer than we did before.

"Sure you do," Tanaka says, patting our backs. "Listen, this is my stop. I'll catch you guys at practice?"

"Sure thing, bye." We say our farewells, and make our way towards the third-year halls. "What about you, Daichi? Got anything exciting happening this hour?"

"If stressing about volleyball counts, then yes! Most definitely.." He says, clearing his throat. "Watch, like, two people show up."

"Actually, Kiyoko informed us in the group chat that we've got at least four! That's better than last year, right?" I try my best to cheer him up, but it only made him even more nervous. I couldn't blame him. Too much was even more of a burden, but too little was a disappointment and would leave us exactly where we left off.

"It's okay, Suga. I have a lot of faith in our team. I know it's been rough lately, but as long as we try our best, we'll work this out." Daichi smiles, turning towards a separate hallway than mine. "I'm off to homeroom. See you later!"

"Yeah, see ya!" I'm left by myself, giving me more time to focus on what should happen today. - 1st, I have to go through each class and say hi to a couple of familiars, and hopefully not see anyone I've had a conflict with.

- 2nd, I had to give Y/ns bento back to them, but that could only happen if we happened to have a class with each other before, or if we had the same lunch.

- 3rd, volleyball tryouts were this afternoon. I had to make sure and represent myself as a role model, and make it clear I was vice-captain. I wanted nothing more than for the new players to feel safe.

But internally, I knew none of those plans would work out. Especially if I wasn't focused on them. Currently, all I could think about was Y/n, and how refreshing it felt to be around her again. When I was first around her was at the same time when things in my life started to fall apart, and my little crush on her made me feel better about it all. I guess you could say she was my comfort corner, even if she talked to me only once or twice during the week. And sometimes on her bad days, I would be able to at least get a laugh out of her, even if it meant making a complete fool out of myself.

All I wanted was for her not to harm herself or feel lonely, which took a quick turn towards me once the year had ended. Not only had my thing for her end, but my family soon fell apart after my mother had passed away. Of course, I still had my responsibilities like volleyball club and helping my younger sister and my father get through it. But it seemed that everyone would do their own thing, so I did the same. And for a while, I was lonely and didn't cope with the loss very well. Just like Y/n, I distanced myself.

This went on throughout my entire second year of high school, while she on the other hand started to get her life together. She started her band, made and covered a couple of songs, and finally healed from her hard year. Honestly, I didn't even really believe that she was in such a good state, but I was proven wrong today. Ultimately, she truly inspired me to pick myself up and start fresh. And now that she popped up so suddenly, I was back to square one.

'It's been a while, Y/n'

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Reading Buddies

Year 6 - Chapter 27

Summary: You meet Severus on the Hogwarts Express and find him reading a peculiar new book.

Word count: 1816

A/N: Fun fact, this was the first chapter I ever wrote 😁 Also, I never really understood how students change on the train so I had a little fun with that in this chapter.

Previous Chapter - Chapter 1

Sixty seconds. You, and the rest of the late comers, had sixty seconds to get onto the train heading to Hogwarts before its doors sealed shut, leaving the muggle world for a much more magical kingdom. You clutched the ticket in your hand and ran towards the wall separating platforms nine and ten, feeling your heart pump hard against your chest. Once you emerged to the other side, you quickly grabbed your luggage and ran onto the train just in time before the train’s horn echoed through the station and took off. Pushing yourself through the crowd, you started to peer around, looking into each compartment. If only you’d caught the earlier bus to London, perhaps then you wouldn’t be stuck haling around your bags, trying to get past the first years eager to explore their first taste at their new school.

Reaching near the end of the train, you finally spotted the raven-haired boy you’d been looking for. He was dressed in an oversized black shirt, no doubt a hand-me-down from his father, and a pair of washed out jeans that had begun to tear at the knees. Predictable as always, you’d found him in the fair corner of the compartment with his nose buried deep in a book. Smirking to yourself you slowly opened the door, careful not to disturb him. First time you’d met he was already in his school uniform. Last year, you’d managed to snag a compartment before him, thus marking the first day you’d ever seen him in muggle clothing and judging by how quickly he’d changed into his uniform, muggle wear was definitely not an aesthetic he fancied. But this year, he’d diverged. He had plenty of time to change into those black and green robes before you arrived, and yet he’d chosen to stay in the clothing he’d put on that morning.

Severus looked up from his book to see the girl he had gotten so close to over the last few years, smiling at him by the door. Finally. Just on time too as some measly first years had clearly been eyeing the empty seats across from him the last few minutes, pacing the hall, trying to devise some sort of plot to force their company on him. Naturally, he wouldn’t have allowed it either way. Still, it was an encounter he’d rather have avoided seeing as how hexing students probably wasn’t a good way to start his sixth year at Hogwarts.

“Hey Severus.” Your soft voice filled the enclosed space, withering into his core like sugar dissolving in tea.

“(Y/N).” He felt so flustered all of a sudden. Funny how he’d been dreaming of this very day, this very encounter all summer, yet in the present moment, he’d gone completely stiff. His mind filtered all thought of starting a conversation as if he hadn’t played out what he’d say to you ever day the past month.

Looking back down at the words on his page, he tried to resume reading while you put away your luggage, but that was no good either. The ink had gone fuzzy as his focus shifted back to the girl across from him, standing on her toes with her arms stretch, pushing her bags into place.

Finally sitting down across from him, you sighed in relief as your adrenaline finally began to die down. Peering over, you noticed the book he was reading didn’t display the usual scuff marks, chipped corners and yellow pages you were so used to seeing in his hands. This book was new. But all his books were always second hand, so where had this one materialized from?

“What are you reading?” you asked curiously.

He noticed you examine the crisp detailing of the cover and knew you were wondering where he got it from.

“It was a gift from my mother. She slipped it into my bag right before I got on the train.”

“What’s it about?”

Severus shifted in his seat and cleared his throat before responding.

“I just started it,” he replied, his eyes returning to the pages on the book. You paused for a second examining him. Even his demeanor had changed. Had something happened in the past month to cause such drastic changes? Well… it didn’t really matter to you anyways. In fact, it was kind of refreshing to see him acting so much softer and less agitated with life.

“Can I read with you?” you asked nervously. If his attitude had changed, perhaps his tolerance had too, you thought.

Severus looked at you before replying, searching your face for something he couldn’t quite explain himself. Once his gaze landed on your wide eyes, he scooted over, knowing how much you liked the window seat, and flipped back to the front of the book. You eagerly jumped up and seated yourself beside him, taking one side of the book. You both read together in silence for a few chapters before you spoke up and shared your thoughts on the book. It was quite the read and you could definitely see why his mother had gifted it to him. It was an intensively detailed analysis of the history of Potion Making. One you’d never seen or even thought of reading before. It shed a lot of light on certain techniques you’d never been able to understand until now, though, of course, it wasn’t really anything too new to Severus. Still, it was detailed enough to enlighten even him, giving you both the chance to have quite an in-depth discussion on the topic.

You talked for a while before Severus took out a bookmark, marking the page you both were on and put the book away.

“How was your summer?” he asked you.

“It was okay. Kind of boring really. You know me,” you gave a giggle. The smirk he gave in turn told you he very much did know you, all too well in fact. “I was made Quidditch Captain actually! A letter from McGonagall was sent along with the usual Hogwarts letter.” You looked at him enthusiastically, so proud of yourself for retrieving such a rewarding price for all the effort you’d put in last year. “Glad summer is over though, I missed Hogwarts.” You smirked and looked down at your hands before whispering “I missed you.” You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Had you really just said that? You wanted to tell him how you felt, you did, but you were afraid that if those words spilled out of you, he’d be appealed, ruining the friendship you’d worked so hard in gaining. “How was your summer?” you asked in return.

“Fine,” he shrugged, clearly not wanting to talk about it. He never enjoyed going back home and never liked talking about it either. “Congratulations on making captain.”

Your lips twitched as you eyed his hands, sitting gently on his lap. Slowly snuck your hand in his palm and intertwined your fingers with his, giving a small squeeze before settling. “Thank you,” you whispered.

A part of you half expected him to pull back, but to your delightful surprise, he didn’t. In fact, you felt him squeeze your hand in return, making your heart race and your minding filling with all sorts of unrealistic lustful thoughts as you smiled at him.

You spent the next few hours talking about everything and nothing at the same time. The compartment simply filled with jubilation energy, both of you feeling so comfortable and content around one another, it just didn’t really matter what you talked about.

Last thing you remember, you were staring out the window of the Hogwarts Express in the company of the only person at school that you trusted. Lifting your head, you blinked a few times before your eyes focused when you felt a light nudge on your shoulder.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) wake up, we’re almost there. We have to change into our robes.”

Rubbing your eyes, you looked around and realized you had nodded off on his shoulder. “Sorry,” you mumbled, sleep still hovering over you like a heavy blanket as you quickly stood up, doing your best not to stumble over. “I guess I was more tired than I thought.”

“That’s okay,” he gave you a little smirk. Truth be told, he was enjoying your silent company and definitely wouldn’t object to more moments like this.

You both began to take out your robes from your luggage before he spoke once more. “I’ll let you get changed first,” he said as he closed the blinds and went to open the door.

“I trust you won’t look then,” you gave him a smile, his hand freezing, ghosting over the latch of the sliding door. His face tinted pink as his hair fell forward when he turned his back to you as you reached to remove your shirt. Finishing up, you noticed his robes neatly folded, ready for him on one of the seats and just couldn’t help the urge that overtook you as you grabbed his tie. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you let him know you were ready to switch positions. “Your turn.”

Severus saw the green and silver tie, obviously belonging to him, in your hand but said nothing. Instead, he made his way to the rest of his uniform as you took his original spot facing the door. Once he finished getting dressed, he turned towards you. “I’m going to need that tie you know.”

You giggled as you turned around and unraveled the tie, the silk of the fabric running between your fingers. Pausing you looked up at him as you bit your lower lip, wondering how far he’d let you go with your little shenanigans tonight. He’d been patient enough thus far, what would it hurt to push a little more?

Severus opened his palm in front of you, gesturing for you to hand it over wondering why you’d simply stood there with no notion of fulfilling his inquiry. You decided however, to deny his request and instead stepped forward, throwing over his head and around his neck carefully while pushing his hair aside. You smiled to yourself as he stood there, let you tie it.

Just as you finished, you let your hands slide down and rest on his chest as you looked up into his dark eyes. If only this moment would last forever, you thought. But as the train came to a stop you both detangled yourselves from each other’s gaze and reached to put away your muggle clothing. He opened the door for you as you went to grab a small book out of your bag, tucking it into your robes. Staying close to one another, you walked off the train towards the carriages. It was important you cherished moments like this as the segregation of the Hogwarts houses forced you two apart more often than you liked.

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jawnjendes · 5 years

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dive into the dark | shawn mendes

chapter 11/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: sry for the delay summertime depression has come with a vengeance lulz have some angsty comfort

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“There once was a boy named Shawnie, destined to be a star.”

Why was that the last straw? Why was a photo of Stella, Shawn, and Camila dressed as Hogwarts students at a Halloween party the thing to send Annalise spiraling? What about that measly little Instagram post possessed Annalise to text her former shrink at four in the morning?

It’s not like she wanted to go to any of the stupid parties on campus. In the past, she and Patrick would hang out in a cemetery and be with the dead. Yes, she gave in to those goth stereotypes sometimes too. Annalise justified it by claiming she was celebrating Dia de los Muertos. This year, however, she just stayed in the dorm by herself, her own Hogwarts outfit sitting in her closet, making no noise and pretending it doesn’t exist. She was alone long enough for everything to come down on her, and the photo of her friends and not-boyfriend all but broke her to pieces.

So on November first, Annalise found herself in Callie’s office. It wasn’t hard getting herself to go there; Therapy had been a constant in her life for a year, and she missed it. She knew she had things to get off her chest, but it stalled when she was actually sat in front of Callie, who was quite happy to see her.

“It’s been a few months, hasn’t it?” she said, smiling warmly. “Where were we the last time you were here?”

Annalise shrugged. “I had exams going on, and I was picking out classes and a dorm for the next semester.”

“Right. And you’re in between classes now if I remember from your text. So all that went well, I assume?”

“Yeah. Still in school. Still working.”

Callie nodded. She hadn’t written anything on her clipboard yet. “I don’t mean to pry, but I also heard you were in the hospital for a bit?”

“Did Shawn tell you that?” Annalise’s polite tone changed. “He’s always telling everyone my business.”

Surprisingly, Callie wasn’t bothered by the sudden mood change. “I believe you told me over text. We had to pause our sessions because you were in recovery.”

“Oh. Oh yeah. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get all snappy.” She went red.

“It’s alright. So, would you like to talk about what happened in the hospital?”

That was all the first session was: hospital talk. Annalise knew this story like the back of her hand, but it was less annoying telling it again because Callie already knew the stuff about the pre-existing health problems. It’s on reason why Annalise started therapy in the first place.

“Now, whenever my mom or dad call me, a majority of the conversation is about what I’m eating,” she explained. “Or what I should be eating. And Shawn constantly reminds me not to skip meals. I know I’m sick, but it gets so annoying sometimes. I know my body, and I know what I’m feeling.”

“Okay, hang on,” Callie said, holding up a hand to stop her. “You refer to yourself as sick?”

Annalise had to think about it. It came out of her mouth, but she never really processed that she was saying it. “Yeah. That’s how my parents always put it since it all started, I guess I picked it up from them.”

“Well, I - and I’m sure plenty of other people - don’t see you as sick. You were in the hospital, you had surgery, and now you’re fine. Ann, if you keep referring to yourself as a sick person, it will have an impact on your mental wellbeing. You are not sick, you have a chronic sickness.”

For some reason, that hit in the very center of Annalise’s chest. If she was cracked from the Instagram photos, then this practically burst the dam. She nodded, processing Callie’s words, but one part stuck out to her.

“I am fine now. It wasn’t a life threatening case, anyway.”

“Well, you did bleed internally after the first surgery,” Callie corrected. “And you had an infection on the incisions after. That’s not nothing. That’s very dangerous, and life threatening.”

“But it wasn’t that bad. They caught it in time, and I don’t even remember what it felt like. Besides, it’s not like I have cancer or anything.” Annalise paused and looked down. “Everything went fine, despite the infections and near death. I’m back to doing what I did before, but I feel… I didn’t die, but it feels like a part of me did.”

Callie now wrote on her clipboard, her pen scribbling being the only sound in the room. Then, she trailed her green eyes over to Annalise. “And it’s okay to feel that way. Putting your life in the hands of anyone, including medical professionals, makes you very vulnerable as it is. Adding surgery to that only adds to the vulnerability, not to mention it is invasive and can be quite traumatizing.”

“Helpless and dependent too,” Annalise added, picking at her nails. “Practically useless.”

“Let’s not say useless, okay? You needed help. You were recovering for surgery, it was for your own wellbeing.”

She shrugged, not exactly agreeing with that statement despite the truth in it. “I just don’t like depending on people.The nurses always pushed me to move on my own without disturbing the incisions, but I could never bring myself to do it. I knew I had to so I could properly heal, but I felt so lazy and weak. I felt like a sack of potatoes, having to be physically moved everywhere.”

There were times Callie would react to things her clients said. This was one of those times. She chuckled and raised her eyebrows. “A sack of potatoes?”

Annalise smiled timidly. “Yeah…”

That settled the homework Annalise was left with. She had to cut the harmful words out of her vocabulary. She was not useless. She was not lazy. She was most certainly not a sack of potatoes.

She felt okay during the session, but as soon as she was back in her car, Annalise felt the weight slam on her chest. As she drove back to campus, she started to remember things that she didn’t even know were in her head. She noticed the difference in a nurse who worked in the day versus the night. One was much perkier than the other. She never saw the same nurse twice during the entire stay. She couldn’t even count the amount of people who lifted up her gown to examine the incisions, much less the people who actually asked if they could expose her like that.

Heart pounding, Annalise moved a shaking hand towards the radio, turning up the volume and letting the sounds of 5SOS soothe her anxious state.

Today wasn’t supposed to be spent alone in the apartment, serenading a cat. Shawn loved Henry to bits and pieces, but this wasn’t the lady he was supposed to be spending time with. He appreciated that she didn’t run when he sang. Or shit all over his romantic gesture. She did shit right next to her litter box, though, and that was annoying to deal with.

“I can’t see one thing wrong between the both of us…” he trailed off, strumming his guitar. Then he sighed; That line didn’t age well.

Henry tilted her round head at the sound of the guitar. It was entertaining to watch, but not enough to make Shawn laugh or even smile. She jumped down from the top of the couch cushion and down to the carpet, stretching her limbs before scurrying over to the condo. Shawn watched her and then let his head fall back to the arm of the couch. He strummed an entirely different song.

“Beggin’ to hear your voice… tell me you love me too…”

He nearly fell off the couch when his phone went off, going from zero to one hundred in less than a second. He was still on the waiting game with both work and the live lounge, and the possibility of either of these places calling him back was enough to make him chuck his guitar across the room. He didn’t, though, he just hastily set it down as he answered the phone call without even looking at the ID.

He really should have. Let’s just say, Shawn was George O’Malley, and the voice on the other line was a fucking bus.

“Shawn?”

“Ann?”

A small pause. Then, she spoke very fast, before Shawn could even process what the fuck was happening. “I know we’re supposed to be fighting or not talking to each other, I know I’m supposed to be mad at you - and I still am - but, uh… I… I’m - can we call a truce? Just for an hour or two?”

He almost said yes in a heartbeat, but he caught himself. “What do you mean by truce? What’ll happen during those hours?”

Ann’s hesitation meant that she knew he was talking about the previous check ins. “It’s not like that. I promise. It’s just… something’s kind of happening, and I don’t think I can deal with it by myself.”

“You need to be more specific. What’s going on?”

“I’m in pain. Physical pain.”

Now it was Shawn’s turn to stay quiet. “Oh…”

Needless to say, Ann came over. For once, she was in sweatpants instead of her pajama bottoms. She also had on a black hoodie with the words “Positive Mental Attitude” on the sleeves. Her long, dark hair was down but very unkempt, and her olive skin was looking paler than normal.

The first thing Shawn did was feel her forehead for a fever. Ann made a small noise at the gesture, her brows furrowing.

“Sorry,” he said, taking his hands away. “I was just checking.”

She sighed as she let herself into the living room. “You remind me of my mother more and more every day. Not even a hello, just straight with the touching and worrying.”

Shawn resisted rolling his eyes. Didn’t she understand he did that because he cares? “How come you didn’t just go straight to the doctor?”

“It’s not excruciating,” she replied. “It’s bothersome, and it’s definitely there. But it’s not keeping me from doing anything.”

“Is it the same pain as before? In your abdomen?”

Ann shook her head, growing a little timid. “It’s around my ovaries. Pelvic pain.”

“You period?”

“Already passed. I’ve been feeling this for two days.”

Shawn tried very hard not to flip out. He resisted the urge to grab her by the shoulders and shake her. She’s been in pain for a whole forty eight hours and she hasn’t done anything about it? This is exactly how it happened last time.

“So again,” he said, attempting to sound calm, “why don’t you just go to the doctor? Why are you here of all places?”

Ann had been looking at her hands the entire time. But when she locked her tired eyes with Shawn’s, he knew just how serious and important her next statement was.

“I can’t face the doctor alone.”

“You want me to go with you.” It wasn’t a question. Shawn was just able to pull the words out of her.

“Please?” she asked. “I know things are off right now but you’re the only one I can count on. You’re the only one who’s seen this side of me.”

Shawn would be lying if he said that didn’t tug on his heartstrings. Ann needs him, and she is admitting to that. But one thing stuck out in his mind; She had been asking a lot of him. She asked him for the separation, to be patient with her, and now this.

But it seems like Ann knows how to pull things out of him too. “You said you would make it up to me. This would help.”

Then again, when did she ever ask Shawn for help?

Ann insisted on driving, but Shawn dragged her into his Jeep. She navigated the way to her gyno, bouncing her legs on the way. That was when Shawn noticed that the serious faced, composed-by-nature girl was long gone. When did she lose that part of herself? That fundamental part of who she is seemed to fade away over the last few months, and Shawn was only now catching onto that? No wonder she was so angry at him all the time. It was a cry for help.

“What do you think it is?” he asked her. “The pain?”

“I don’t know. That’s what’s got me kinda worried,” she replied. “I’ve never felt this before. Google said they might be cysts that have to be surgically removed, so I stopped looking.”

Kinda worried? She was scared, scared to the point where she needed someone with her. Meaning, Shawn had to remain calm and collected, despite being worried himself.

“It’s probably nothing major,” he said, still managing to follow the voice from the Maps app on Ann’s phone. “They’ll prescribe you something, and you’ll be fine.”

“That’s what you said last time.”

Shawn took a quick glance at her. She wasn’t exactly wrong. Nothing more was said until Shawn had pulled into the parking lot of the clinic. He shut off the engine and took off his seatbelt, properly turning to face Ann.

“Hey, look at me.”

Slowly, her head turned towards him, like she was hesitating. Shawn wanted to hold her hand or cup her cheek, but it was hard to tell what was allowed her.

“No matter what happens,” he told her, “you will be okay. You will come out of this.”

He stood by her as she spoke to the receptionist. He sat with her in the waiting room as she filled out three different forms on a clipboard. Shawn wondered how she wasn’t confused by any of the questions; He always needed his mom or dad with him at any appointment to help him.

The wait wasn’t long once Ann turned in the paperwork. A nurse called her back, and Ann gestured for Shawn to follow.

“How are you, Ms. Flores?” the nurse asked as she led them down a blank, white corridor.

“Swell,” she replied in a way that did not sound swell.

“Right in here.” She turned the corner and gestured to a small room. “We’re just going to take a little bit of blood. The physician will be right with you.”

Ann silently went and sat in the big chair next to the counter with all the blood taking tools. She sat back like it was second nature. Shawn merely stood against the back wall, unsure of what to do with himself. This room was clearly made for two people, and he wasn’t supposed to be one of them.

Finally, a woman in a white lab coat entered the room, putting on a pair of latex gloves. She smiled warmly. “Let’s get this show on the road! Now which one of you is Annalise Marie Flores?”

“I don’t have a middle name,” Ann told her, very much not on the same level as the perky medic.

She pointed at her. “That was a test to verify your name, and you passed! Now I just need you to verify your date of birth!”

“Twelve. Twenty seven. Ninety seven.” Still not amused, but Shawn was. The two different energies was almost comical.

The physician approached the counter as she got her tubes and needle ready as she continued speaking. “A fellow Capricorn. That’s the best sign. Except I was born on Christmas Eve so my birthday was always overlooked.”

Ann only nodded, visibly disinterested.

“So, which arm are you gonna let me poke?” the physician asked.

“Whichever has the best vein,” she simply replied.

It was like a script Ann had memorized. How many times had she done this in the past?

Shawn looked at the floor as soon as Ann was stuck with the needle. It was a good minute of listening to the physician hum to herself before she finally acknowledged Shawn.

“Here for moral support?”

“Pretty much,” he replied, keeping his eyes on his boots. “She asked me to come, I couldn’t say no.”

“Friendship goals, right there.”

He smiled, despite the pang of annoyance that struck his chest. Was the rift between them that obvious?

“Alright, let’s get a look at your battle wound.” She wrapped up Ann’s arm in cotton and gauze. “So, your results will be ready in a few minutes, and I’ll be back to go over them and see where to go from there!”

“Okay,” was all Ann had to say.

“Thank you,” Shawn told the lady before she left.

Ann let her head fall back against the chair as soon as they were alone. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. “I liked that lady, she was cool.”

Shawn chuckled. “Yeah, you guys acted like such best friends.”

“Well, at least she knows Capricorns are superior.”

“You act like you’ve never met a Leo.”

For the first time today, Ann cracked a smile. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I know your act of having your shit together is exactly that.”

Maybe astrology wasn’t all bullshit. Shawn wanted to say something to prove her wrong, but then he would be proving her point at the same time.

“Yeah, well…” he trailed off, making Ann grin even wider.

It was good to see that, so he let it slide.

Another few minutes went by and a different woman in a lab coat entered the room. It was a lady in her 30s, blonde hair, kind but professional face. Her presence made Ann visibly perk up.

“Hello, Ms. Flores,” the doctor said with a smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

"Dr. Pacini," Ann greeted. "I didn't think you would be here, I kind of came at the last minute."

"Well, I heard you were here, and I had a look at your blood test results." She stopped herself and placed her hands on her hips, acknowledging Shawn. "Is this the boyfriend you told me about?"

Ann nodded silently.

"Hi," Shawn greeted, holding his hand out. He couldn't ignore the tiny jump his heart did hearing that Ann talked about him.

"Nice to meet you," Dr. Pacini said, shaking his hand. Then she turned back to Ann. "So it's okay that he's in here while we discuss your results?"

"Yeah, absolutely."

The blood test showed that Ann's hormones were completely unbalanced, and apparently that wasn’t anything new. She was very high in testosterone, and that was when Shawn learned that women could actually produce that hormone. What was news to Ann was that she was also anemic and low in potassium. Then they discussed her irregular menstrual cycle (another thing Shawn didn’t know about), and more personal information was taken in. Ann really wanted Shawn here to witness this? She could barely talk about her day without thinking she was oversharing.

"Were there any changes with your birth control?" Dr. Pacini asked.

"I missed some doses when I was in the hospital," Ann replied, suddenly timid. “And a few doses after I was discharged.”

“How many exactly?”

She looked down and mumbled. “Three months…”

"And that is plenty of time for new cysts to form on your ovaries. So if it's alright with you, I'd like to do a pelvic exam and a vaginal ultrasound."

Shawn knew Ann so well that the split second pause meant that this is what she had been afraid of. He finally stepped towards the chair she was sitting in, silently letting her know he was there.

"It's entirely up to you," Dr. Pacini said, "but I strongly suggest it. It would give us the chance to rule out anything serious."

Ann nodded. "Um… do I have to make another appointment and come back another time?"

"No, we can get it all done today."

"Oh-kay, then."

Dr. Pacini led them out of the room and down the hallway. Ann looked at Shawn as they went, anything but masking composure. He placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked into a different observation room.

“So on a scale of one to ten, how intense is the pain?” Dr. Pacini asked.

“About a six,” Ann replied. “I can function, but I can’t ignore it.”

“Got it. So just strip from the waist down, lie down on the chair, and we’ll get started.”

Ann wanted Shawn to sit closer as she was examined, so he did. The only reason why this was weird was because Ann did not like being this vulnerable in front of anyone, even Shawn. That, and she was still apparently fuming from their last fight, yet something about all of this made her reach out to him in need. He played with her hair as he tried yet again to understand the way her mind works.

Dr. Pacini noticed the tiny gesture. “How long have you two been together?”

Not surprisingly, Ann didn’t say anything. She wouldn’t be the one to say they were together at a time like this, pelvic exam aside.

“One year today,” Shawn answered anyway.

“Well, congratulations.” Dr. Pacini smiled.

Ann looked at him, now distracted from what was going on downstairs. “One year?”

“Yeah. November seventh. Took you on a date to the coffee shop.”

“Didn’t think we’d spend our anniversary like this.”

He knew she meant that in more ways than one. Shawn didn’t think he would be here either, hanging onto the tiny thread Ann had provided. And to think he really thought about the idea of considering ending things permanently… He was a sucker for her.

“Okay, my dear,” Dr. Pacini said, sitting up straight. “Onto the ultrasound.”

“Anything weird down there?” Ann asked with a nervous chuckle.

“I did detect some bumps on your ovaries, so I need to get a better look at what exactly those are.” She held up a long, thin… thing. “Just like the pelvic exam, it’ll be uncomfortable but not painful.”

Shawn chose not to look directly at it for more than a second. He kept his eyes on Ann’s anxious face as the ultrasound began. He had so many questions: Was this her first vaginal ultrasound? How many times has she come to see Dr. Pacini in the past? How long was she on birth control? What reproductive disorder did she have that required her to take birth control? Why did they ever use condoms if she was already on birth control?

It took a bit longer to get the results for the ultrasound, making Ann stay hauntingly quiet as she got dressed again. Shawn really didn’t know what to say that wasn’t any of the questions circling his head. When Dr. Pacini came back with the results, she deemed that there were in fact, new cysts forming. However, it wasn’t severe or particularly harmful, so Ann was prescribed a new birth control along with progesterone.

“That’s it?” Ann asked in disbelief. “That’s all I need?”

“That’s it,” Dr. Pacini confirmed. “If the pain persists, or gets worse, then by all means come right back. But it’s quite unlikely given where your pain level is at now. Just give it a few days and remember to breathe.”

Ann took a deep breath. It wavered as she exhaled, making Shawn rub her back.

“See? You’re gonna be fine,” he told her reassuringly.

“As long as you take your pills,” Dr. Pacini said firmly. “These are what will keep your pain from coming back. The birth control will manage the PCOS and the progesterone will help shrink the cysts. You’re usually on top of this, Annalise, can I ask what happened in the last few months?”

She shrugged, clearing her throat. Shawn knew what that meant, and he debated answering for her.

“Being in the hospital didn’t do anything for my mental health, I think,” Ann spoke softly.

Dr. Pacini looked between her and Shawn. He nodded in confirmation, trying not to externally show how much his heart was aching. Of course, the doctor asked to elaborate, so Shawn explained the surgery, the almost-death, and the second surgery. It helped her understand, and it made Ann cry in the observation room.

“I see,” Dr. Pacini said as she nodded. “Post surgical depression is very common. Clinical depression on its own can cause you to not care for yourself the way I know you can. I can’t prescribe you anything because it’s not my area of expertise, but Annalise. Look at me.”

She wiped her face with her sleeve and sniffed, her puffy, reddened eyes meeting the doctor’s.

“You will come out of this.”

The silence was loud as Shawn and Ann left the clinic. Ann read the papers Dr. Pacini had given her over and over, brows scrunched in concentration. She only stopped to get back in the car and put on her seatbelt, clearly eager to get the hell out of here.

“You made it out okay,” Shawn gently told her.

“I still have to wait and see if the pain will go away,” she grumbled as she shoved the pages into her purse. “Just like last time.”

Shawn looked at her and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Last time was different. I know you’re worried, but it doesn’t mean everything is going to repeat itself. Did you book an appointment with Callie?”

Ann was rubbing her hands together. “Yeah. I saw her last week and I’m going again tomorrow. That reminds me, I need to ask you something.”

“Anything.” Heart: racing.

Shifting in her seat, Ann sighed deeply. “Okay. I don’t expect you to remember, and it’s okay if you don’t, but do you know what antibiotics they gave me for the infection on my incisions?”

That wasn’t at all what Shawn was expecting. Then again, he had no idea what was happening with this girl lately. When did he ever?

He thought for a moment before answering. “I don’t know the name of it. I remember that it was so strong it made you nauseous. The nurses told you not to puke because then you’d be puking up the medicine. Then, they took you off your Prozac and birth control so you weren’t taking in so much at once. The priority was to control the infection.”

The memory was still heartbreaking. Ann, with her sunken eyes screwed shut, frequently wiggling her fingers and toes in an attempt to keep everything down. She didn’t want to be touched or even talked to. When that side effect wore off, it was time for another dose. It was probably torture for her. Shawn remembered telling her he was going to the cafeteria when in reality he just went to cry to his mom or dad over the phone in the bathroom.

Ann tilted her head in thought. “You remember all that?”

“You don’t?” Shawn asked. “You were like that for a good few days.”

The hand rubbing continued. “I guess it’s blocked out of my head because it was so traumatic. Anyway, I just wanted to know…” She inhaled shortly. “Because uh, Callie wanted to pinpoint um, when I stopped taking the Prozac…” She inhaled again, like she was out of breath.

Shawn noticed the sporadic movements and grew concerned. “You okay?”

Ann rapidly nodded her head, despite her short breathing. “Yeah, just… hospital talk. I, I don’t really like it but I have to talk about it. She, uh, she warned me. I’d get really - fuck - uh, the dam burst, basically.”

“It’s apart of the process.” Shawn nodded, remembering his own flood of tears when he did the work of therapy. “Hey, look at me.”

She shook her head, shoulders tense. Her voice came out low and shaky. “I can’t feel my hands.”

“Can I see?”

Her hand was trembling wildly as she shyly held it out to Shawn. He ran his thumb over her fingers, noticing her stubby chewed up nails and the tiniest speck of black polish on the index. Then, he squeezed the pressure point between her thumb and index.

Ann gasped and looked up at him.

“Felt that?” Shawn asked, and she nodded. “See, you’re okay. You’re a strong lady.”

“I’m a strong lady…”

He affectionately rubbed her hand in both of his, offering a smile. He figured it was best to distract from the scary feelings. “Remember what was happening a year ago? I took you out to that coffee shop.”

“I was nervous,” she mumbled.

“Me too. When I picked you up at your dorm, the first thing I noticed was your red eyeshadow and I thought… red is my new favorite color. I also noticed you didn’t wear the black lipstick, and I really hoped it meant that you were going to kiss me.”

Ann was already blushing from the anxiety attack, but she breathed out a tiny laugh. “I really wasn’t. The nude lip was because we were going to eat…”

“Well, I like to think that you wanted to kiss me. And you did in the end, even after you said you don’t kiss on the first date.” Shawn was tickling the palm of her hand now, running his fingers over every line.

“It was a ‘fuck it’ moment…” Ann was watching his fingers move, like it was helping her focus.

“It’s probably one of my favorite moments with you. Because then I got to know the most amazing, strongest, badass lady I’ve ever seen, and I got to call her mine.”

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grailacademy · 5 years

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Welcome To Grail Academy - Chapter Eighteen: Shot You Down

This was it. The day of exams. The tests were separated by grade, so a giant crowd of nervous first-years huddled together at the end of the courtyard, trading notes and tips. SAND and PWTR could be seen among the sea of freshmen, clutching their teammates close in the middle of the chaos. The third-years waited together by the clocktower, casually leaning against its side and chatting about the newest modifications they made to their weapons. Barely any of the seniors were present, but those who showed up on time trudged onto the campus clad in sweatpants and fuzzy socks, sipping cups of coffee and chewing on microwaved breakfast sandwiches. Esmerelda, Bernard, and Nico stood with the second-years, a group that was more excited than anxious about the tests. Four professors walked out and separated among the grade groups, Miss Pearl to the first-years, Mr.Kismet to the second-years, Professor Choi to the third-years, and Ms.Divine to the fourth-years. They were all led off in different directions, some to the tournament hall, some off the academy grounds. The second-years followed Mr.Kismet to the center of the quad, where the students stood at attention in a line.

"Sophomore class, correct?" He took a moment to glance back at his clipboard before continuing. “You’ll be our second group for the exams.” BRVI stood at attention next to the leftovers of EBNY, most of them relaxed and ready except for Iris. She plucked at the tassels of her skirt, almost raising her hand to ask a question but deciding against it, so as not to interrupt Kismet’s announcement. He eyed the one student curiously, tucking the clipboard under his arm. "It's not a written test, if that's what you're worried about." Mr.Kismet had a knack for guessing what people really meant when they said something, or even what they didn't say. These kids seemed a little nervous. I'm not actually allowed to tell you anything else about the exam, but I do have to ask: How much do you all weigh?"

The group raised a collective brow, and Nico was the only one with enough sense to question it. “Yeah, hi, quick question: Why?” Mr.Kismet looked him over, tapping his finger on the edge of the clipboard. "Hm....yes, you'll be just fine, you're small enough." He didn't give a clear answer, and it insulted Nico when the teacher brought up his slight size, but he decided to move on and record all the weights he heard down on the paper.

Looking over the numbers he scribbled on the paper, Kismet paused in his writing before nodding and tucking the board under his arm once more. “Okay. Now that that’s done, your ride should be here in a few minutes." The teacher tapped his foot a little impatiently, looking up to the sky again. "....I must apologize. We were supposed to be off about 10 minutes ago." Then a low whirring sound could be heard, off in the distance, getting closer and louder, until the whirring sounded like chopping. An airship breached the horizon of buildings and trees, hovering over the academy. Now, with his hair and tie flapping around in the wind, Mr.Kismet had to yell over the engines. "--ALRIGHT, THERE'S OUR FLIGHT."

The airship was a sight for Bernard, he never got close to one and they had only ever come into his hometown to pick up people who worked outside of the region. He had ridden in one to the academy, but being so close to one was still a new thing for him. Meanwhile, Beau began to stow her weapon away in the hostler on her back so that she wouldn't lose it. As the ship got closer she had to grab onto her headscarf to keep it from flying away. Vert took several steps back from where the ship was landing and covered his ears. His faunus hearing didn't do well with all the loud technology, nor did Esmerelda’s. The rest of the students held on to their coats and covered their faces to keep their hair from whipping about.

The airship lowered to the ground in the middle of the wide courtyard, engines still whirring as the tired school teacher strolled over, chatting with the pilot and pointing to the group of students a few times before boarding the aircraft. Then he motioned for everyone to follow, and sat down in a seat. This airship was surprisingly small compared to most others. Aside from the fact that it wasn't Atlas tech, though, it seemed to function just fine. The mostly wooden hull of the vehicle was dinged and scratched up towards the bottom, and upon closer inspection one might find initials and symbols and doodles carved into the wood. There was definitely a couple of the weird S things on there, and even more carvings and school-bus style graffiti on the inside of the ship. "Apologies for asking about weights, sometimes the ship can get rickety since it's so small. Standard procedure." That didn't make a lot of people feel much better about the situation, but Mr.Kismet couldn’t care less.

Everyone filed onto the craft, taking seats and buckling in. Once it took off, everyone started chatting again.The flight was about 20 minutes to Northwest, consisting with a few kids getting motion sickness, and everyone else completely ignoring the safety belts on their seats and reaching over behind the chairs to talk with their friends. Just as jokes were being traded, the ship took an abrupt tug, turning to the right and coincidentally sending most of the snacks students had pulled out flying either around the cabin or out the entrance. As this happened, the engines of the aircraft began to grow louder, so Mr.Kismet had to once again shout over them so the students could hear. “EVERYONE UP." The teacher himself unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up, walking down the cabin and marking off a check list as he counted each student.

Every student unlocked their belts and stood up, taking in their teacher’s explanation. Iris was still fumbling with the tassels on her skirt, Vert and Rowan were prepping their weapons, Nico held his bat over his shoulders, Esmerelda twisted the rings on her fingers, Beau grabbed hold of a safety handle on the wall, Bernard shoved his hands into his pockets, and the rest of the kids made attempts at acting casual and uninterested. “As you may already know, semester exams are one of the most important tests you’ll take during your time here.” He twisted the end of his curly mustache, walking to one end of the airship as he explained. "We are currently flying over a lake with a surface area of about 143,200 square miles. There are small islands and anchored docks scattered across it. Your objective is to find the searchlights hidden on each of the islands and use them to signal the airship to rescue you. There is only one catch: There are a limited number of searchlights, and they’re all guarded, so you will have to fight for your chance to be picked up. These searchlights are connected to routers that will recognize your scrolls to identify who has turned on the signal. There is also a hidden lighthouse somewhere in the middle of the lake, where a special searchlight has been planted. If you can find it and turn it on, the airship is required to rescue everyone at the lighthouse. So you are not completely out of options if you can't find a searchlight of your own. But, the lighthouse is also guarded, so you have to defeat the protector before you can turn on the beacon. There will be no parachutes. There will be no calls for help. This is a pass/fail exam." Mr.Kismet sat back down in his seat and buckled himself up tightly, and suddenly the airship tugged and flipped so far right that it tipped on its side, the open entrance facing the lake as everyone began to fall out. "Good luck.”

“Wait, what-” Beau never even finished her sentence before the entire second-year class was flung out the side of the airship, miles over the large body of water. Most people were screaming and flailing their arms and legs, but there were some that were actually prepared. Like Bernard, who activated his semblance and made himself lighter. Instead of plummeting into the water like the rest of his classmates, he glided down like a feather onto one of the islands. Esmerelda was holding her hands around her buns, keeping them tightly in place. She had to aim herself away from the water, or else her hair and coat would be ruined! She straightened herself out and pointed her feet towards one of the docks. Not the water, not the water, not the water, not the water, not the- She missed dry land by a few measly centimeters, splashing into the lake. Ugh. She hated water. Nico was barely paying attention to Kismet’s report when he lost his footing and fell into the sky, but while everybody else was trying to slow down and aim for soft spaces to fall, he took it as an opportunity. A very fortunate opportunity. Grinning wildly, he tucked his knees up into his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. “CANNON BALL!” And with that, he crashed into the water with a splash big enough to trick tourists into thinking it was a whale breaching.

When Esmerelda crawled onto the dock and pulled herself up, she was soaked. She looked like a long haired persian cat that had just taken its first bath. Her fur coat lost its volume and weighed down on her shoulders, her buns were hanging loose like floppy earmuffs. She held her arms out as everything dripped off her. “....Great.” She looked around. She was the only student on the dock so far, though she could see splashes off in the distance, signifying classmates who made their landings. She pulled her coat off and twisted it, wringing it out and exploring her new surroundings. Her heel clanked against something metal on the floor, the aforementioned beacon. It was currently closed, the metal flaps that narrowed the beam of light folded over the bulb. But that wasn’t what stopped her in her tracks. The logo on the right flap was the academy’s insignia, but underneath it was a line of text indented into the metal. Equipment supplied by Versailles Production Co. She shouldn’t be surprised. Of course her father would have a hand in Grail’s business ethics, the family company had their fingers in all sorts of pies, all over Remnant. But it didn’t make her any less unhappy about the sign of her father’s presence here. In the back of her head, she could hear their last conversation, the stringent tone in his voice. Reminiscing would have to wait, because at far end of the dock behind her, Esmerelda heard an ominous growl.

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meetmeinttukseom · 6 years

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Starting Over pt.2

pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. Taehyung)

Genre: College!au, Angst, Implied Smut

Word Count: 4498

You were fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Not wanting to raise your head to meet the gaze of Min Yoongi, in fear of succumbing to his trick question.

"Um..uh," you hesitated, "It's nothing really."

"Are you sure?" Yoongi definitely saw the sad glint in your eye and wasn't planning to give up until you tell him who it is that broke your heart.

At this point, your emotions were filled to the brim and you can't seem to spew out anymore lies. But at the same time, you're too prideful to tell Yoongi how your boyfriend cheated on you with some random girl at the nightclub.

"Do you want to go to the bar nearby and tell me what kind of jerk broke your heart?" Yoongi smiled mischievously, exposing his trademark gummy smile that had swoon the hearts of many girls in high school.

With an offer of alcohol and the familliar feeling of his presence, you just couldn't say no. After checking out your things, both of you entered a darkly lit bar down the road. You can't believe you're drinking at noon, but screw it. After grabbing a seat, you ordered a shot while he opted for gin and tonic. As soon as the shot glass was placed on the table you swiftly took it and downed the fiery liquid down your throat. Yoongi smiled when he noticed your small shivers after you downed the whole shot.

"Better now?"

"Much," you smiled, "Alcohol does it job better than I think."

"Good," Yoongi took a sip of his drink and you're surprised he didn't poke further into your problem. You know he's giving you the choice whether to tell him or not and you decided you want to let out everything that was eating up your insides. Before you could say anything, a tear rolled down your cheek and you quickly tried to wipe it away. However not fast enough for Yoongi to not notice.

"You must really like him huh?"

You let out a little laugh, "I doubt I still do after I caught him making out with a some girl at the nightclub."

Yoongi's eyes widened, he didn't expect your boyfriend to be cheating on you. Because why would he ever trade you for any girl? The boys at high school have always chased after you and you've always said no.

"I'm so sorry....I-I didn't mean to...I thought you were just going through a measly break up," Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"It's fine," you downed another shot and savored the burn in your throat, "Not your fault."

"Did he apologize yet?"

You paused, "He doesn't know."

Both of you were trapped in a silence for a coupled of minutes. The silence was weirdly comforting and not at all, awkward. But then you realized how you're just here ranting to him about some boy when he probably has better, important things to do.

"Gosh I'm acting like a complete teenager. I'm sorry. This is literally the first time we met in years and I'm such a mess," you faked a laugh to stifle your sob, "Why am I even ranting and wasting your ti..."

You were caught mid sentence as Yoongi enclosed you in a tight hug. His warmth made your tears even less controllable as it flooded out and to his leather jacket. Great, he's going to have tear stains on his jacket because of you. So you tried to pulled away but he made his grip even tighter, almost to the point that it was suffocating. For some weird reason, the presence of Min Yoongi, his embrace, his soothing hand had you feeling a lot better.

The feeling that someone's got your back and that's all you really need right now.

After telling Yoongi everything at the bar, you felt a wave of relief swept over your chest. You usually don't open to people easily but even after not meeting him for years, there’s this sense of comfort that allows you to tell him things. Little did you know when you were telling him about Taehyung, Yoongi's fists were clenched under the table. He was undeniably fuming inside, how could some jerk hurt his childhood best friend's feelings and make her feel so vulnerable. But then he realized the small tears forming in your eyes and how you desperately tried to speak clearly through your sobs. You must've really liked this Taehyung, so much that you can't stop talking about him, even when he broke your heart. At the end of your rant, Yoongi asked you a question that made you come close to choking on your fifth shot,

"Are you gonna break up with him?"

Suddenly all your muddles thoughts were put to silent mode with this one question. You know you've asked yourself this question a million times since you've witnessed him blatantly cheating on you but can't seem to answer it.

You stuttered, "I-I don't know."

"Are you willing to forgive him?” Yoongi’s eyes bore into yours, trying to figure out the truth in your words.

You paused, "I'm not sure."

"It's so obvious you still have feelings for him y/n, if not you would’ve already said no,” he downed his glass before continuing, “From what I see you're still confused, I say you take some time off and think this over."

You were processing Yoongi's words and you realized he's right, you need to think this over. Whether it would be worth the risk and pain of getting back with Taehyung. Gosh you haven't even met him since the incident or tried talking to him about it.

You smiled at Yoongi, "You know...you could be a psychiatrist. I'd pay you for your sessions."

Yoongi's lips twitched upwards, "I'll make it free for an old friend."

"Talking about jobs, what do you do now? Are you still at school?" you have been curious these past years and you've never really been able to ask him.

"I major in practical music," he took a gulp of his beer, "Creating beats, mixing them and making melodies."

"That's really cool. I somehow always knew you'd do something related to music from the way I see you play the piano at music class."

Yoongi's eyes lighted up at the sound of the word piano and he was surprised at the fact that you were observing him during music class.

"I don't know if you were really good at piano or you were just trying to pick up the girls at music class," you chuckled.

"Did you just question my piano skills?" he chuckled, "And actually...it was both."

You laughed at his reply and Yoongi's heart tugged at the sound. It's been years since he's heard the sound of your laughter, it's also been years since you've laughed at his jokes. Min Yoongi thought he could forget the rapid thud of his heart when you sat next to him while he was playing the piano back in high school. He thought he could get over the fact that all his sappy, sad love songs were actually his own stories. After all these years, maybe, just maybe he thought he would eventually lose interest in you. That he could finally forget about you.

But it is his heart that was rapidly beating in allegro that told him, he simply couldn't.

Taehyung was pacing back and forth in the laundry room. The constant rumble of the washing machine seemed to help him calm down, knowing the sheets that were stained by his mistakes last night was getting clean. He was starting to feel anxious as you weren't replying any of his messages. Something definitely felt off, is it possible that someone had seen what he did and told you about it?

A part of him wanted to just call you and tell you the truth. But there's also something inside him that's keeping him from doing so. He wasn't ready to face the consequences. He never expected himself to be the one hurting your feelings and to be the cheating boyfriend. If anything, he had always despised his fellow friends who made fun of their girlfriends behind their back and criticized their looks. He was disgusted when those boys would easily make out with a stranger and went back to a motel when their girlfriends are waiting for them at home.

He sighed and slunk to the floor. Why did he lose self-control and become the person he hated most? This conflict is starting to get to him and he knew he'd go insane if you don't reply him at all. So he decided he was going to go to your place and wait for you. He'll figure things out when he gets there, he tried to reassure himself as he struggled to contain his thoughts.

After Young paid for the whole bill at the bar, you decided to treat him to some pizza. You told him to order everything he wants to redeem some of your guilt for causing such a large bill. The small, laid-back dinner at your local favourite pizza place was spent with laughter and jokes, as well as reminiscing cringeworthy moments of your old days.

"Remember when we pranked Jimin by spraying his backpack with your sister's cotton candy wonderland perfume?"

You laughed as you distinctly remembers Jimin's wide eyes and flushed cheeks as he continues to find the source of the pungent smell and wholeheartedly denies that he uses cotton candy perfume to the whole class.

"And his face when we gifted him the perfume after the graduation," you chuckled.

"Damn, we could get a PhD in pranking if it was an actual major."

"Maybe we should write a book, ‘The Art of Embarassing People on Purpose", a classic by Min Yoongi and Y/N,” you jokingly suggested.

"That sounds like a legit business plan to me, we can rack up money and just prank people for the rest of our lives."

Yoongi was slightly taken aback by his own words when he said the rest of our lives. Those words made his cheeks flush a deeper color and caused him to slightly fidget in his seat. Similarly, your eyes widened at his words and led you to awkwardly stuff your face with pizza.

"Obviously...as business partners," Yoongi nervously stammers and starts to gulp down his cola as if it could wash away his words.

"Of course," you smiled and you didn’t understand why your stomach slightly sank at his explanation.

The two of you parted ways after the hearty meal and exchanged of phone numbers. As you rode the bus back to your place, you didn't realize a smile was still painted on your lips eventhough your boyfriend had just cheated on you last night. It was weird when you felt as if warm honey was coursing through your veins at the pizza place. It was also very strange everytime Yoongi flashed his gummy smile, your stomach would slightly turn, causing you to pause your eating. Maybe it was a case of missing your best friend of 9 years and meeting him for the first time in years. Maybe it's the nostalgia, maybe it's the alcohol mixed with pizza in your system. But before you could push your thoughts further, you didn't realize you had got out of the bus and arrived at the doorstep of your apartment.

And sitting on the floor of the dark hallway, with his back leaning against the door of your apartment, is none other than Kim Taehyung.

You stopped in your tracks, he still hasn't noticed your presence as he continued to stand in front of your door. His eyes were stuck on the screen of the phone in his hands. Without realizing, your hands started to sweat and the alcohol that was sitting in your stomach started to feel like fire, urging you to puke.

You pictured yourself to be screaming at his face when you see him but instead you calmly said, "What are you doing here?"

Taehyung's eyes immediately left his phone and locked with yours. He seemed to notice the sullen darkness that replaced your usually bright and cheery attitude as he quickly pocketed his phone and walked towards you. He was wearing black leather jacket over an oversized white t-shirt with black ripped jeans and you internally cursed yourself for thinking how good they look on him. The click clack of his combat boots against the wooden floor felt like bullets directed at you. His nearing presence that used to feel like a protective shield that provided you with comfort and love, now felt like a dagger against your neck that threatens your anxieties to blow up any second.

"Stop," you held your breath, "Stop right there, please don't come closer."

He immediately stopped in his tracks and there was an unusual glint in his eyes, whether it is curiosity or guilt, you can't seem to make it out.

"What's wrong babe?" Despite the facade he tried to put up, you can tell he was cautious and that he knew he's done something wrong.

"You," you stepped back from him, "You're what's wrong."

He fell silent and avoided your eyes, choosing to stare at the wooden floor. You expected him to confess what he's done but he doesn't seem to have any plans on doing so. The dead silence was becoming unbearably suffocating for you. It was becoming harder and harder for you to control your emotions, whether it is raging anger or uncontrollable tears. So you decided to confront him yourself,

"I-I saw you," your throat constricted and your eyes watered, "yesterday night."

Taehyung's eyes widened immediately and you knew he perfectly understood what you're referring to.

"I-I can explain," Taehyung stammered and desperately made his way to you, "It's an accident. I promise it's not like that-"

"Is it? Is it really just an accident? Is it really not on purpose?" you stepped back, tears clouding your vision, "Funny thing is you don't seem like you're gonna tell me anything if I hadn't spoken up."

"I-I just don't want to lose you y/n," he was dangerously close to you and the warmth that radiates off his body no longer felt comforting.

"Do you know how it feels Tae?" you want to give him a taste of the storm that had settled in your heart, "To see someone you care and love to be in someone else's arms when he clearly promised you'll be the only one. And you stupidly trust him and his words because you love him."

At this point your fingers were trembling and you desperately tried to silence your sniffles, "But then he proves you wrong. Right in front of your very own damn eyes and I wish I hadn't seen it because I couldn't stop thinking about it. And every single time I do it hurts, it fucking hurts."

For the first time you stepped closer to him, "I don't know what I've done wrong to deserve this but I know.... I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Please leave." You leave him stunned as you made your way to your apartment and went in. As soon as you got in, you ran to your bedroom and released your shackled tears. It took you a lot of courage for being able to confront him because deep inside, you weren't ready to let go of him just yet. What you don't understand is why you were so scared of losing a person you've already lost.

Because the very minute Taehyung laid his lips on another girl that very night, he was already gone.

The following days after that night were filled with unanswered phone calls and text messages, countless voicemails filled with apologies, short explosions of anger, tearful confessions. All from Taehyung. There were times when you wanted to succumb to the temptation and answer his calls and texts. At the back of your mind, you knew if you could just accept his apology, maybe everything could go back to the way it was. You can soak in the warm embrace of Taehyung once more, smell the waft of his detergent scented t-shirts and bask in the glow of his blinding smile. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss him.

Attending classes became harder and harder as you had to hide everything from your friends. You tried hard to act normal as if nothing has happened, saying I'm fine even when everything inside you is crumbling down. You had to admit, there was a part of you that wasn’t ready to accept your messy break up. Hence you couldn't bring yourself to tell your friends the truth, eventhough you know you should. In order to distract yourself, you decided to get a part time job at the local coffee shop. You need to get busy so you could stop your never-ending train of thoughts regarding your complex, now almost non-existent ‘love life’. Perhaps it's the smell of freshly-ground coffee or the light chatter of the customers but you always felt a lot better after working at the coffee shop. You always took the night shift so you could finish your assignments and projects first before working. You also knew coffee shops aren't as busy at night hence you won't feel pressured by long lines of angry, sleep-deprived customers in the morning shift.

It was the third day of your shift, the place was relatively empty with only a group of med-kids struggling to memorize their flashcards on blood vessels over iced Americanos and two women in their mid-thirties gossiping while sipping chai lattes. You were put in charge on the cashier as soon as the owner found out you're a business major. While you were organizing the coins, the door bell chimed as a figure came in. You quickly closed the money drawer, ready to take order.

"Hello," you smiled and looked up, "May I take your order?"

It took you a minute to realize that the figure with green parka, grey beanie and the all-black attire belongs to none other than Min Yoongi.

"You work in a coffee shop now?" he chuckled and looked somehow pleased.

"Yes I do," you shrugged, "It's good experience and I really need the employee's discount on coffee anyway."

He smiled and looked at the menu board, "I'll have a cup of iced americano please, the large size."

"Alright," you punched in the orders on the cashier, "Hey Ben, can I have a large iced americano?"

"Coming right up," your thin, slicked hair co-worker answered immediately.

"That would be $3.5."

Yoongi pulled out his wallet and paid for his coffee.

"Here's your change and your coffee," you handed it to him carefully, "Although you might as well get some sleep, your dark circles are well….very dark."

Yoongi's lips twitched upward at your remark, it's been years yet you still nag him about his lack of sleep.

"It's the upcoming project taking up my sleep," he rubbed his eyes, "So I'll be counting on you, my new coffee supplier, to keep my eyes open."

"Gosh that's such a big responsibility,” you exclaimed dramatically, “I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it.”

“I’m sure you and your perfectionist tendencies will," he smirked then took his things and heads to the door, "I'll see you around y/n.”

You didn't know why your heart was thundering uncontrollably at the sight of your childhood best friend. There was something about his tousled hair and his slanted eyes that resembled the fluffy cat you watched so many times on your phone. You had to hold yourself back from ruffling his hair right there and then. You silently wished he'd stay or Ben would spend more time making Yoongi's cup of coffee so you both could talk more.

Taehyung holed himself up in his place after you confronted him that night. He wished he had stopped the girl as soon as she leaned in for a kiss. No, he shouldn't have even gone to the club. If he had just gone back to his place and take a hot shower to make himself feel better, none of this would happen.

He came to your place several times to apologize and explain everything but you were never home. You were no where to be found, you no longer go to your usual classes or sit at your favorite corner in the library. He figured you must've switched up your classes to avoid meeting him. Taehyung knew you'd busy yourself to forget all the pain and it kills him inside that he’s the reason why. There were times when he'd come to your place at dawn and sit in front of your door. He knew you’re inside as he could hear the low hum of your air conditioner. Yet he couldn't bear to knock or pull at the doorknob, too scared you'll wake up and make him leave. However knowing that you were on the other side of that door, sleeping soundly helped him breathe better. He knew he didn't deserve any second chance after what he did, but he can't help wishing you'd give him another chance. He silently wished you'd reply his text or calls at some point. Maybe not now, maybe not next week, just somewhere in the future.

Taehyung often wondered whether you had moved on. It made his fist clench at the thought of you laughing at someone else's jokes, holding hands with someone that wasn't him. Perhaps you're already dating someone better than him, who wouldn't cheat on you and hurt your feelings. He realized got a taste of his own medicine and had to suffer the bitterness alone. Yet there is nothing he can do. For now he can only wait.

The following week at the coffee shop was filled with more sightings of Min Yoongi and his love for caffeine. When you scolded him for having too much coffee and too little sleep, he poorly tried making excuses by saying he was simply mastering the art of drinking coffee. Little did you know Min Yoongi has his own $300 coffee maker at his home. Little did you know the main reason he came so often wasn't for coffee. But something else that woke him a lot better, gave him a little boost of endorphin in his system and helped him silence his frazzled thoughts.

You didn't realize that you were starting to spend so much time together with Yoongi at the coffee shop. He found out that your favorite coffee is a nice warm cup of càfe latte and you obviously figured his favorite is Americano as he ordered it every single time. You also forced Yoongi to try the cafe's specials by buying it for him from time to time. Oreo cheesecake to carrot cake, he was pretty sure he’s starting to gain weight. Once in a while, he lets you listen to his new tracks, plugging his earphones into your ears during your break at the cafe. This often led you questioning him about the meaning of the lyrics he wrote which would lead Yoongi excitedly rambling about his life experiences. Sometimes when you saw Yoongi concentrating on his laptop, headphones over his head and a slight crease on his forehead, you can't help but to swoon a little at the sight.

The two of you fell deeper and deeper into each other everyday. Without realizing, you both have started to enter each other’s lives. Yoongi has taken you to his favorite electronics store. He bought you a pair of black headphones that he claims to have the best sound quality. As you found out how lovely the bass of the headphones was, you realized it sounded even better when it's playing Yoongi's music. You had also taken Yoongi to your favorite bookstore, resulting in him whining at the heavy stack of books in his hand, all of them being your book recommendations for him.

The two of you had only dawned on your feelings for each other during a casual visit to Yoongi's studio. It was a small room that barely fits a piano, a chair and a desk that displayed a large LCD screen with various audio devices that looked very intimidating. The two of you sat on the piano bench as you played the song that you still remembered from your first piano recital. Both of you were laughing with how childish it had sounded until your fingertips collided with Yoongi’s and you immediately flinched at the touch. Your eyes widened when he took your left hand and intertwined it with his. Despite feelings slightly surprised, you smiled at his gesture. When you were about to turn to face the piano, he cupped your cheeks and planted a soft kiss on your lips. You hadn't kissed anyone besides Taehyung for a while and it felt foreign. Nevertheless you couldn’t ignore the fire that was starting to build up in belly. Despite how good it felt to have his plush lips on yours, his fingers against your own, it still didn't feel right. You knew you really liked Yoongi and how great he has been to you these past weeks. But you haven't exactly had a mutual agreement with Taehyung to finish it off, as you've relentlessly ignored all of his phone calls and text messages. So you did what you have to do, you pushed Yoongi away. You didn't realize how much force you had put into it until you witnessed Yoongi's widened eyes and his little gasp.

"I-I'm so sorry," you quickly apologized, "As much as I want to continue, I feel like it isn't fair for you when I haven't completely broken it off with Taehyung."

After recovering from the little shock Yoongi nodded, "No, no, I'm sorry for doing that when you weren't exactly ready. It's my fault."

The both of you stayed silent for a few minutes, awkwardness filling the tiny studio. You felt bad for denying his advances when you entirely feel the same way. Filled with guilt, you decided to leave the studio.

"I-I'll go now," you picked your bag up and made your way to the door.

Yoongi quietly followed behind and you promised to make everything right as soon as possible. The last thing you want is for Yoongi to feel as if he was just a mere rebound. If anything, you need to break it off with Taehyung and some time to gather your thoughts. You wanted to see if your feelings for Yoongi is real as you can’t afford to go through anymore relationship drama. And the last thing you want right now is to hurt someone.

Especially when it’s someone you’ve known all your life.

Author’s note: I should be posting this earlier today but I decided to add more parts to this chapter. Also, the last part will be out, same day next week! Next part will be rated m and my first published smut. i hope you’ve been enjoying this series!

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motiveandthemeans · 6 years

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Prologue: History Always Repeats Itself

A pair of sea glass green eyes surveyed the London skyline; taking in her sights, smells and sounds. Cataloguing the different bus routes and tube stations, the families pushing prams, the couples holding hands and Rugby players prowling from bar to bar. The oppressively hot afternoon had given way to a gentle summer breeze, teasing her dark auburn locks.

It had been a riotous day, full of celebration and merriment. Her best friend had just graduated medical school and has agreed to take run of Watson & Watson Surgery, the practice her father and mother started together. The rooftop of 221 B Baker Street was a welcomed escape from the downstairs festivities.

“You’re not fooling anyone, you know. I know you’re upset I’ve taken up at surgery.”

Amelia Elizabeth Anne Holmes looked over her shoulder at her blonde counterpart. “Mmmmm, do you now, Watson? How very astute of you. Must be some sort of record.”

“No, no we agreed!” Rosamund replied, walking to stand beside her leggy friend. “I need to hone my practice before we go traipsing across London solving crimes and getting ourselves in sticky situations.”

The brunette scoffed, crossing her arms with a pout. “Where is your sense of adventure, Rosie? You can’t honestly tell me the idea doesn’t appeal to you. We’ve been solving crimes together since we were seven and eight years old.”

“Yes and if it wasn’t for Greg Lestrade, God rest his soul, we’d probably been arrested by 11 and where would we be then?” The good doctor replied triumphantly, downing the rest of her champagne.

Amelia’s bow lips frowned. “That’s completely irrelevant. We cannot entertain hypotheticals, we must examine our lives as they are before us.”

“Mercy you sound like your father.” Rosie laughed, slinging her arms across her brunette friend’s shoulders a bit drunkenly. “Don’t fret, Holmes. It’ll all work out.”

“Ever the optimist, Watson.”

“C’mon, our mothers are drunk and I have a feeling our fathers are eager to get them home.” Rosie laughed, taking her friend by the arm and dragging her away from the rooftop garden.

“I distinctly remember the last time that happened I ended up with a baby brother.” Amelia grumbled, elegant long strides outpacing Rosie’s petite steps.

Rosie Watson groaned, burying her head in her hands. It was 12:05 on her 295th day at Watson & Watson Surgery and she was already weighing the benefits of strangling herself with a stethoscope versus continuing on with the next impending case of strep throat or chlamydia.

“Rosie, dear, your twelve o’clock, Mr. Clarke, is here.” Heather, the medical assistant said in her sing-song tone. “Says he’s got ‘hot pins in his pecker when he pisses.’”

She gave her a tight smile. “Great. Thanks a lot Heather. Be there is a jig.”

Heather shut the door to her office and Rosie let out an exasperated sigh and rested her forehead against the desk. She went into medical school with the notion of excitement and joy at the idea of being a doctor. Her father always gushed about how rewarding it was to be there for a person at their lowest point. She understood paying her dues, but was this all really worth it? Graduated top of her class, with honors. All for the Chlap?

“Ah, Watson.” A new voice interjected into her train of thought. “Love what you’ve done with the office. Very…”

“Quaint?”

“Small.” Amelia scrunched her nose up, settling in the chair across from her. “Or cozy, which ever you prefer.”

“What do you want, Mia?” the young doctor grumbled. “If you’re trying to snag a prescription for morphine, I’d remind you we do them electronically now. So your knack for forgery had now been antiquated.”

“Oh please, like that would stop me.” She replied nonchalantly. “I need your help. I’ve come across a rather curious case that is out of my range of knowledge.”

“Please tell me you didn’t flirt with the pathology students again to gain access to Bart’s morgue? You know your mother hates when you do that.” Rosie admonished, standing to put on her fancy white coat, a gift from her parents upon passing boards.

Her dark haired friend smirked. “Ask no questions, I will tell no lies.”

“Cheeky, Holmes…” Rosie flipped open her iPad, reviewing her patient chart. “Well, what’s the question? And be quick about it. I’m betting Mr. Clarke’s got a nasty case of Trichomonas.”

“Riveting.” Amelia said dismissively. “Suppose a man was found dead on a pool deck in the middle of the hottest summer in 20 years, who upon examination was found to have died of hypothermia. Time of death is around 2 in the afternoon.”

Rosie raised a quizzical brow and tried to bite back a grin that for all the world reminded Amelia of her Aunt Mary. “Do you have any other information?”

“Perhaps. Interested?”

“No. I’m perfectly content in learning my chosen trade of medicine but you won’t leave until I give you my opinion so let’s just get on with it.”

Amelia produced a file seemingly out of thin air.

“Hmmmm, hematocrit is increased by five percent, plasma potassium levels are definitely out of range, glucose below 40…all labs point towards hypothermia.” Rosie said. “So how does a person die during the hottest part of the day, on a public pool deck, of cold stress?”

“Still not intrigued, Rosamund?”

Rosie stared down the taunting look in her best friend’s sea green eyes. “No. But if I were you I’d look into blood recently stolen from the blood bank.”

“Why is that?”

“He’s on the transplant list, waiting on a kidney.” She said. “Perhaps there was something haywire with his dialysis.”

“Curious case indeed! But who would want a special education instructor dead?” Amelia mused with morbid glee. “Oh yes, this case in improving by the hour!”

“Improving? The man’s still dead, Mia!”

“Yes well that’s not really the point though is it?” Amelia replied. “Come along, Watson. There’s work to be done.”

“Mia, I have a job. I can’t just drop everything and leave! It’s patient abandonment.”

“As you wish. I’ll keep you informed of my progress.” The brunette said placidly, walking out of the office. “Give my best to Mr. Clarke!”

“You’re welcome!” Rosie called after the closing door. With another angry huff, she gathered her things and prepared for her appointment with Mr. Clarke.

She looked at the clock: 12: 13. The day just wouldn’t end.

Amelia Holmes paced the length of 221 B Baker Street. She knew that the victim, Mr. Halliwell, had been killed by one of the medical professionals he’d come into contact with. Only the nurse who had administered the blood in dialysis swore up and down that she’d warmed the blood before administration. Amelia had seen no lie her eyes.

“I’m sorry, but why am I here?” Her youngest brother, Theodore, asked confusedly from the couch where he was reading a textbook on mammalian anatomy.

“Because I need inspiration.”

“On why someone’s been murdered?”

“Obviously…” She drawled as if it was the most obvious conclusion in the world.

“When was the last time you ate?” He asked off handedly. “Mummy will be terribly cross if you start losing weight again.”

“Your point?”

“Well, I go back to university in the September. I can’t be in three places at once, keeping an eye on you is a full time job in that of itself.”

Mia frowned. “I’m going to miss having you here.”

Teddy gave her a sweet smile. “You’re just saying that because I make better tea than you do.”

“Figured it out, have you?” She smarted back with a wink. “Well, in any case it seems I’m in need of a flatmate.”

“It’s twins!” A new voice said triumphantly. “I know it!”

Amelia looked over at the doorway to see a flushed Rosie, still in the smart clothes she’d worn to surgery. “Don’t you have work? It’s only 4 o’clock. Your last patient isn’t till six.”

“He’s got a twin brother that’s been sleeping with his wife.” Rosie continued. “I went to the school where he works, she’s not exactly bereaved by the loss of her husband of 36 years and she looked awfully cozy with his brother at the funeral. I followed them to a posh French restaurant just down the road. They’d only started on wine when I left.”

“You went to the funeral?” The youngest Holmes asked, bewildered at her audacity.

“It’s never twins, Watson.” Amelia deadpanned. “Have you learned nothing from Sherlock?”

“You can call him Dad, you know.” Teddy said amusedly, setting aside his book and moving to the kitchen to start tea. The apartment looked much the same as it had when Sherlock and John had lived there, except the kitchen table that had once occupied lab equipment now played host to several monitors, CPU’s, laptops and GPS.

“I prefer to call father by his name when working in a professional capacity.” She said retrieving her black Chanel bag and Burberry trench. “Don’t wait up Theodore!”

“I never do!” He called back. Amelia smiled at her brother’s cheek.

“Wait, you’re not suggesting we actually stalk them?” Rosie replied indignantly.

“You followed them to a funeral and you think going to the same restaurant is over stepping bounds?”

“Well, girl’s gotta have a code.” She shrugged.

“Come along, Watson.” The consulting detective smirked. “The game is on.”

“Well, that was quite invigorating!” Amelia announced loudly, an exhausted Rosie dragging her feet into Baker Street at 2 am. “I never would have suspected the wife would be in cahoots with the sister-in-law to kill the husbands for a measly state pension.”

“If I were writing a blog, I’d entitle this case A Study in Fuchsia.” The blond yawned. “I’m beat. I’ll sleep in Granny’s room.”

“It’s too bad we didn’t run into Cedric.” Amelia waggled her brows salaciously.

Rosie rolled her eyes. “I’m over that childhood infatuation.”

“Whatever you say.” Amelia intoned.

They stood quietly in the entryway, the heaviness of the situation palpable.

“Look, Amelia. This doesn’t mean that I’m going to quit surgery. It was a one off.”

Amelia nodded. “Goodnight, Rosie.”

“Night, Mia.”

Amelia walked out of 221 B at 3pm the next afternoon, having not slept for quite some time while on the case. In the chair that had once been occupied by her father, Rosamund Mary Watson sat drinking tea and reading her iPad, dressed in ironed clothes and fresh make-up. She spied several suitcases by the door, though they weren’t Teddy’s luggage.

“Ms. Holmes, I hear you’re in need of a flatmate.” She said, setting the tea cup down.

“Word travels fast.” Mia grinned. “Could be handy having a doctor around.”

“Is there a vacancy?” Rosie teased with a sly grin. “I hear every consulting detective needs a physician with a penchant for writing.”

#sherlock x molly #Sherlolly #sherlock #Sherlock Holmes #molly hooper #parent!lock #rosie watson #mary watson #john watson #should i continue?#tell me what you think

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talesfromafork · 7 years

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This post is part of a five part City Guide series as I explore Europe as a brand ambassador for Bonwi. It has affiliate links to things I genuinely like.

As soon as I arrived in Barcelona and walked 15 minutes from Plaça Catalunya to my hotel, I knew that my three night stay wasn’t going to be enough to discover the ins and outs of this stunning city. Simply gazing at building after building of the Catalan art nouveau architecture was enough for me to think, “I need to come back to Barcelona for a longer trip”. Then, once I tasted the local gastronomy, it was decided; I was definitely coming back. But before I get ahead of myself with prepping for my second trip to Barcelona, let me share with you what made me fall in love with Barcelona from what I did to how I got around.

Click on a section to jump down the page.

How to Get to Barcelona

How to Get to Your Hotel From the Airport

Where to Stay

How to Get Around

What to Do

Where to Eat

What to Pack

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How to Get to Barcelona

Barcelona is one of the world’s most visited city in the world, so naturally there are a ton of ways to get there! Since I’m only a short 2 hour flight away, I opted to fly. I flew with Vueling, a low-budget Spanish airline, for only €65 round trip in March. You can also get to Barcelona by train, renting a car, or carpooling.

Note: Vueling has a one carry-on limit of 10KG. To prevent paying a hefty checked luggage fee at the airport, weight your carry-on before hand [amazon_textlink asin=’B00NW62PCA’ text=’with a hand scale,’ template=’ProductLink’ store=’tafrafo-20′ marketplace=’US’ link_id=’a4f26820-1b9b-11e7-9825-d30ec1e31f78′] or buy checked luggage online in advance.

How to Get to Your Hotel From the Barcelona Airport

Barcelona Airport Aerobus

Photo via Flickr by Leonora (Ellie) Enking

On the way in, I took the Barcelona Airport Aerobus, which runs every 5 to 10 minutes outside both Terminals 1 and 2, takes about 30 minutes depending on traffic, and has wi-fi on board! It stops at very popular areas such as Plaça Catalunya, Plaça Espanya, and other stops. I got off Plaça Catalunya then walked to my hotel using an offline version of Google Maps since I didn’t have data.

You can buy a ticket directly on the bus with cash or at a ticket machine right in front of the bus with a Pin card or cash. A single ticket costs €5,90 and a return ticket cost €10,20 (as of 4/7/17).

Tip: The bus driver won’t give you change if you have a bill larger than 20 so bring some small change for this, use a card with a Pin at the machine, or pre-buy tickets online.

If you are going to use the Barcelona Airport Aerobus to get back to the airport, make sure to get on the right bus. The A1 line goes to Terminal 1 and A2 line goes to Terminal 2.

Public Transportation

Mike flew into Barcelona earlier than me since he was coming from Amsterdam and I was coming from Berlin. He only paid €1 for the train because by buying a T10 ticket, a 10-trip card usable on all public transportation in the city for €10. We knew that we’d be using public transportation over the weekend and that he’d use the card on the way back so buying a T10 ticket was a good idea.

The RENFE train runs every 30 minutes from the airport and stops at major stations such as Barcelona Sants, Passeig de Gràcia or Clot. Then you can walk from those stops or transfer (for free with the T10 card) to another mode of transportation.

Note: If you have a Barcelona city card, which includes unlimited public transportation, free access to over 20 attractions, and discounts on various sights and attractions, then your train ride from the airport to city center is included.

Taxi

Since I had a very early flight leaving Barcelona, I opted to take a taxi back to the airpot. It cost about €35.00, which I paid in cash. The hotel reserved the taxi for me the night before, but you can use the myTaxi app to schedule or call one.

Where to Stay in Barcelona

Neighborhoods in Barcelona

If it’s your first time in Barcelona, you probably want to stay in places with multiple transportation connections and easy access to tourist sites. Thus, Placa Catalunya, Las Ramblas or the Gothic Quarter (the old town) are your best bet. If you’re a seaside lover, then check out La Barceloneta, but if you want to get away from the tourists, try Gràcia, a hip bohemian neighborhood with young professionals, or Sant Andreu for a local neighborhood.

I Got Back $237 in Rewards From My Three Night Hotel Stay!

Whether it’s in the heart of the city or in a more local neighborhood, I would book your hotel through Bonwi because of how awesome their rewards program is. Basically, they give you more rewards than any other hotel site, which means your points build up faster for free trips Visa cash cards, Amazon gift cards, and more. I plan on going to Greece with my rewards!

Anyways, I stayed at the Olivia Balmes Hotel for 3 nights and got back $237 in rewards! My hotel cost $818 for 3 nights, which means I got 29% of it back in rewards. Since I booked the hotel through my credit card, I also got 2% on there meaning I got a total of 31% back. This is much much more than other sites like Expedia or Hotels.com will give you. I would know because I used Hotels.com for a couple of years and only got a measly free $80 one-night stay, which was like 5% of what I spent. Bonwi is a better value and much more giving.

Here’s how much rewards in dollars I have built up already:

Bruges 3 Night Trip – $248 Berlin 3 Night Trip – $275 Barcelona 3 Night Trip – $237

Total in Rewards From 3 Trips = $760

Isn’t that exciting!? If you want to build up points quickly too, check out Bonwi, and get $15 in points just for signing up.

How to Get Around Barcelona

Walk

Barcelona’s architecture is absolutely stunning. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from every detail from the intricate patterns of the wrought-iron balcony railings to the bold designs of the tiles inlaid on the buildings. Walking around is the best way to take it all in. If you’re on public transportation too much, you will miss out on a lot of history that makes Barcelona what it is.

Tip: If you don’t have data, download an offline version of Google Maps whenever you have wi-fi, and star your hotel and other places of interest on it.

Public Transportation

Public transportation in Barcelona is clear and straightforward. The only trouble I had sometimes was finding the entrance to specific lines above ground, but if you’re at a station that interconnects a few lines, then you can access the line you need underground. To get directions for public transportation, I used Google Maps, but if you don’t have data, pull up directions beforehand.

If you plan on using public transportation at least 10x, then I recommend getting the T10 card. It has 10 trips for €10 euros whereas a single ticket cost €2,15 (in 2017). This is a great value because you can use it for multiple people and can be used on the train to/from the airport.

If you intend on doing lots of sightseeing and using public transportation a lot, then get the Barcelona city card. You get free unlimited public transportation for 72, 96, or 120 hours in addition to free entry to some attractions and discounts to others. Check out the great reviews and prices here.

Tip: Don’t be shy about going on the bus! It’s a great mode of transportation. To make sure I don’t miss my stop on the bus, I check around what time I should be arriving, keep an eye out on my watch, then open my Google Maps as I’m nearing my location. Even if I don’t have data, it’ll show me a GPS point of where I am.

myTaxi or Taxi

Like Berlin, Barcelona doesn’t have Uber, but they do have an equivalent, myTaxi (iPhone, Android). There are also taxis floating around the city if you want to get one the old school way; by waving one down or walking up to one.

What to Do in Barcelona

I’m a fairly chill traveler who likes to eat, drink, and do whatever locals do, but Barcelona is so overwhelmingly beautiful that I wanted to do more than my usual ‘not much’ type of trip. I had to go sightseeing! Here are my recommendations.

Get Lost in Antoni Gaudí’s Works of Art

I’ve never been so enthralled by a city’s architecture as I was by Barcelona’s. One of its most well-known architects is Antoni Gaudí. You could spend a whole weekend just visiting his works of arts, but here are a couple of must-sees.

La Sagrada Família

Photo via Pixabay by patrice_audet

Photo via Pixabay by Mariamichelle

Words can’t describe how magnificent this church is. It is most unique religious structure that I’ve seen in 20 countries. Everything in the church is purposefully placed and designed so make sure to get the audio guide to get an understanding of all the thought that went into this place. This is one of those places where your eyes will be darting from one corner to the next ’cause you don’t know which column, color, or glass pane to look at!

Tip: Buying tickets online is much cheaper than getting it in person. Also, tickets tend to sell out depending on the time you want to go get tickets online.

Casa Milà (La Pedrera)

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This striking building is the last building that Gaudí built and is his most extravagant design as he had complete freedom with the plan and budget. I really wanted to go here but hesitated because the ticket is €29,00, but after dinner one night at 10PM, I happened to walk by La Pedrera just as they were starting their night-time experience. It cost €34 but noting that the group would only be six people including me and feeling a bit tipsy from my dinner, I thought, “Well, what are the chances that I’d walk by something I wanted to do exactly when the next tour would start. It’s a sign to go in!” I LOVED IT!

My favorite part of the tour was exploring La Pedrera with only five other people. Besides the in-depth explanation of who Gaudi is, what the significance of the building is, and its place in history when it was built, with such a small group, the tour guide was able to go “off-script” by answering questions we wouldn’t have found on information cards. The show and view of Barcelona at night were beautiful, and the glass of cava at the end was the cherry on top!

Tip: Book the last tour of the night so you have the smallest group possible.

Gaudí Route

There are many other buildings that Gaudí designed, and each one is special in its own way. If you want to see as many as possible, check out this map on the Barcelona Tourism site.

Walk Around the Gothic Quarter (Old Town)

Photo via Flickr by Fèlix González

The history of the Gothic Quarter goes all the way back to the Romans who founded the city in 133BC. You can see remnants of Roman ruins nestled in between 14th and 15th century monuments. All the history here plus the modern conveniences and fun of shopping make this a truly wonderful neighborhood to meander about!

Revel at the Stunning Sand Sculptures in Barceloneta

Sand Pirate | Photo via Flickr by vetlesk

Obviously going to the beach is a must in Barcelona, but don’t head straight to the water. Take a moment to view the stunning sand sculptures built alongside the boardwalk. It’s really amazing what these sand sculptors can do with sand!

Where to Eat in Barcelona

Barcelona is a foodie’s heaven. They seem to do everything right from tapas to paella and seafood to even ramen! Make sure to plan your meals as much as your sightseeing because you won’t want to miss out on these delicious bites.

Four Local Restaurants with a Barcelonian

I had arrived in Barcelona late Saturday afternoon, and by Sunday night, I was (fake) panicking a little. I only had one day left in Barcelona and still hadn’t eaten all the food I had wanted to! Luckily, my food tour with Food Lovers Company cured my woes, and I left Barcelona more than satisfied with all the food I got to try.

This tapas tour featured in Rick Steves’ Guide to Spain is totally worth €125 because over 4-4.5 hours, you:

– go to four restaurants and leave extremely full at the end, – taste a variety of local dishes that you would’ve never thought to order on your own, – get a full drink at each restaurant of local wines and liqueurs, – get a walking tour as you go from restaurant to restaurant, – can ask for recommendations for the rest of your trip I bombarded her with “Where should I eat …” questions, – get personal insight on the Catalan culture, – and hear stories about living and growing up in Barcelona because your guide is from Barcelona (unlike other food tours operated by expats).

Bonus: This tour brings you to a secret viewpoint of Barcelona that tourists don’t know about! This was a wonderful surprise that I didn’t know the tour included. It was so lovely to see Barcelona lit up in the night!

Tip: Book this for your first night in Barcelona so you can ask for recommendations for the rest of your time there.

Mercado de La Boqueria

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I love going to markets. The atmosphere is lively and buzzing about food! It’s a great way to see what types of fruits, vegetables, and general foods locals like to eat and a good place to have a bite here and there. Around the market are bars selling food and drink so you can come here for lunch or a light snack. You can’t go wrong stopping at any of these places as you’re guaranteed to have fresh and top-quality ingredients.

Mercado de La Boqueria La Rambla, 91 http://www.boqueria.info/

Restaurant La Pepita

This is the best tapas place to go for foodies who want a warm, casual, and live vibe for dinnertime. The menu is diverse, and everything on there is good– seriously. Try the Grilled Pulpo Over Mashed Potatoes, Steak Tartare, and of course, Pepitas!

Tip: They don’t take reservations and tables can fill up quickly so go when they open.

Neighborhood Note: This restaurant is in Grácia, which is a trendy neighborhood that’s good for nightlife, so stay in this area afterwards for drinks.

Restaurant La Pepita Carrer de Còrsega, 343 http://lapepitabcn.com/

Maians

Taken with a Sony A6000

You can’t go to Barcelona without eating paella so head to Maians to have a classic paella in a local, down-to-earth environment. Try some of their tapas too like the calamari, which is lightly fried and tender.

When we were there, some musicians came in off the street playing lively music. After a couple of rounds, they collected coins from people, which they used to buy drinks at the bar! I found that to be amusing.

Maians Carrer de Sant Carles, 28 http://plateselector.com/maians

Koku Kitchen Ramen

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Who would’ve thought that Barcelona is a great city to eat ramen in?! Well, it is. Ramen’s been quite trendy in Barcelona so local establishments here have made it their responsibility to do it right. One of these places is Koku Kitchen Ramen. Their broth is flavorful, and the noodles are oh so satisfying. Also, that egg? #eggporn

Neighborhood Note: Koku Kitchen Ramen is in the Gothic Area so plan to come here when you’re exploring this neighborhood.

Koku Kitchen Ramen Carrer d’en Carabassa, 19 http://www.kokukitchen.es/

What to Pack for Barcelona

While you pack and get ready for your trip, download the offline version of Google Maps so that you have a map on hand starred with the places you’ll be visiting even if you don’t have data. Here’s what I brought with me, which includes a mix of must-have electronics and cute clothes!

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If you’re looking specifically for what hair straightener or curling wand to bring, check out my post on dual-voltage hair appliances, which breaks down everything you need to know about using your hair appliances abroad!

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HISTORY

After six months of being an employee, Mr. Timothy Davis F. Angara decided to open up a business of his own. About four years ago, during his birthday, his grandmother gave him a little capital to start with, but unfortunately, he had no idea as to the type of business he’ll undertake. Mr. John Dexter Bautista, who’s a good friend of Mr. Angara,helped him come up with food business. with the capital of Mr. Angara and the knowledge on food of Mr. Bautista, they decided to make their own product, the pocket pie, and sold it near the third gate of St. Paul’s University Dumaguete St. Paul’s branch, little by little, they enhanced their product and increased the price. They also created other flavors to entice more customers. Years after, they decided to distribute some of their products to Kiosks in Silliman University. Fortunately, their products became profitable and so they decided to extend their operations in a mall.

In view of the fact that the business is getting bigger, they decided to obtain a loan from a credit company to make things formal and legal. They acquired the necessary permits and documentation and started their legit operations on September 2014 at Robinson’s Mall Dumaguete. Since it’s a “ber” month, their sales had rocketed up to two to three times than expected. With the great amount of profit they have, they decided to open up a main store at Dr. 5. Locsin Street, Dumaguete city in February 2015. The store served as the main office and as an avenue for exhibiting their products.

MARKET DESCRIPTION

Massive Munchies Snackbar is a food establishment that focuses on providing unique food products and services to its customers. Massive Munchies Snack bar has identified its target market to be those who seek for unique pickings at a friendly price. It targets every single individual who seeks for craving satisfaction. The location of the business’ various stalls clearly identifies its primary target market which is the students. The students create the highest demand of the products. offering products at very affordable prices entices the students that look for within the budget snack options. For instance, due to heavy extracurricular activities among students in schools, it is common for students to have snacks inside shopping malls and food stands. The market positioning of the business stall is suitable and accessible by them. The secondary market would be the working class who seeks for good snacks during break time. These target markets are more flexible in budgets and seek more than a value price relationship.

source: https://www.scribd.com/document/322461124/Massive-Munchies-2

picture sources at facebook.com/MassiveMunchiesPH

Invitation

A surprising invitation to join at Isabelle de Hidalgo Building #986 FR HIDALGO ST, QUIAPO MANILA 1001 #986 FR HIDALGO ST, QUIAPO MANILA 1001 for the launching of Massive Munchies invited by Ms. Gracy Fernandez thru Facebook. It was then that the schedule was supposedly for 7pm at that moment I felt a sense of depression as it would conflict my schedules when suddenly, Ms. Gracy had informed that the time is moved to 11:30 to 12:00 pm, receiving this news made me overjoyed as I can now proceed on the location immediately after work with no worries on mind. It is then that I learned and researched of the Company’s humble beginnings and success which had inspired me. It is such short notice but nothing shall stop me from witnessing such momentous event. As usual these new schedules are a big challenge for me as I had been on shifting schedules with my work, before and after hours meetings and business engagements, whew! That surely is one busy girl! but I never felt so fulfilled my entire life as I now am able to make all my dreams come true, my only problem is of course time, most of the time I would wish that I have super capabilities or like a vampire as described with Stephen Meyer, beautiful, with incredible powers, doesn’t needs sleep but hell beautiful in the eyes of many. The social part is understandable, I am having hard time catching up with my friends from schools or social medias because of this lifestyle. Although, I would still keep in touch as I can when time allows. Moving on, so for this event, it will be like a Hunter Exam in Hunter X Hunter as I have to survive and make it on time.

OUTFIT

This is our OOTD. Elbow length white sleeves and straight minimalistic black skirt dress. Breezy and Comfortable.

Makeup: Loreal

Transportation

Quiapo is about two rides from North Edsa to Carriedo station, then a few walks or a cab heading near Manuel L. Quezon University, is needed to get to the venue. It is not very far away, the location is near churches, schools and establishments which makes it easy and convenient to find.

Arrival:

The event is scheduled to starts 11:30 – 12:00, admittedly I was late and arrived at the venue at 1:30. I truly apologize to Ms. Grace for the late arrival, but as soon as we arrived the event started 5 mins after.

EVENT

First was a warm welcome and Mr. Ted Angara had given an opening speech, later on the RIBBON CUTTING was held and a very thankful successful opening cheered its audience!

At the back of the store, we were invited to dine in and share the delectable new taste in metro of the pies! How I wish I can share some with you! My favorite is the Cheesy Pepperoni which caught my taste buds although upon interview of some people they loved beefy mushroom and tuna lasagna, different preferences, right? But how about you? Next time you’ll get to pass thru their store at Manila try out this new taste, it’s worth the try!

TIP from Mr. TED

It’s easy to store the Massive Munchies, just place in the freezer and when you’d like to have a bite, just toss in the oven for 250c and its done! So easy and quick on the go, especially me who’s always on the go!

All of us were given the Freebies including the Massive Munchies Tshirt, Thank you very much Massive Munchies and Ms. Grace!

I sneaked peeked on their cute cook to see how they do their final preparation of the pies.

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We were warmly welcomed in this event and I hope that this business will prosper and achieve its goal of couple more stores nationwide!

Thank you very much for inviting and having us in your event Massive Munchies, Ms. Grace and to the best of wishes to founders.

HERE’S MORE INFO ABOUT MASSIVE MUNCHIES:

Introduction

Two Business-minded young individuals from Dumaguete City felt the need to bring an innovative, affordable yet tasty product to the market. Being intuitive and sensitive to the masses needs’ then; they were able to create what was needed by the populace.

Enter: Massive Munchies. This was their answer and everyone loved it; Imagine a serving of beautiful hot pocket full of meat infused with both traditional and modern Filipino flavors with an Italian-American twist!- At reasonable price! Isn’t that to die for?!

History: Dumaguete, known for its universities and laid back lifestyle, provided the perfect venue for the two founders to envision and create such a successful product.

Massive Munchies has been in operation since 2014; with just one store initially branching out has immediately captured the people of Dumaguete.

Now, Massive Munchies wants to make its mark in the heart of Manila, so they decided to set up a base and open up one store with plans to set-up a couple more in the next coming years.

Future plans

The dream is big – and that is to eventually go nationwide, and be the next big franchise. Massive Munchies is open for franchise in both a full flagship store and kiosk set-up.

It starts here in the country’s capital region, one store, one city at a time; conquering the masses and the elite with our delectable meal pocket pies that will surely make you crave and want more at a fraction of a cost of the usual go-to-snack!

The plan is to continue ensuring the quality of each of MASSIVE MUCHIES’ pocket pies that are handcrafted with only the best ingredients; Each pocket meat pie is prepared and cooked with the utmost care and love.

Massive Munchies also is continuing to grow their menu as they are dynamic and conventional in their food offerings in line with their mission to bring about only the best flavors to satisfy all taste preferences of their customers, whether it be traditional, or the modern flavors in both the young and the old!

About the Founders

Massive Munchies is the by product of two good friends; both of which have an unparalled level of skills unique to each other.

We have Tad Angara, 26 – who runs the in-depth business side of Massive Munchies’ and all its financial transactions, and Mr. Dexter Padilla, 27 – registered nurse who opted to gear away from his profession to pursue his passion and is the brains behind MM’s food!

Current Menu

Massive Munchies’ current offerings consist of 4 amazing flavors to choose from. Each of the flavors are quite and very much packed full of flavor. Each hot pocket meat pie cost around a measly Php 39 for its regular size and to Php 59 for its King size option – which is truly a total steal!

Each of this delectable goodie is available for both dine-in (solo/combo meal) and take out (5-10 pcs box) orders.

THE MENU

Cheesy Pepperoni

The Cheesy Pepperoni Pocket Pie marked the beginning of Massive Munchies; as its signature flavor it truly is a crowd favorite! It’s when Italian cuisine meets Filipino’s ingredients!One of their best sellers! A definite must try!

Cheesy Taco

CHEESY TACO The Mexican Pocket Pie with a whole lotta cheesy goodness. A definite perfect fil for every cheese lover out there! With this much cheese on it, you would totally crave for more!

Beefy Mushroom

Beefy MUSHROOM – simply BEEF stroganoff in a pie! – Tender slices of beef sautéed in rich mushroom sauce makes this pocket meat pie true meaty lovers’ favorite!

Tuna Lasagna

TUNA LASAGNA, Massive Munchies treat our health conscious peers! This pocket meat pie is definitely a healthier option! For those who love lasagna but are into lesser calories? Try this! Tastes like lasagna, but is made from tuna.

Future offerings

Flagship store menu plans

**** Future snackshop with a ton of go-to meals to choose from

Here are some of the incoming menu options:

Hotdog sandwiches

Regular Hotdog

Jalapeno dog

Cheesy jalapeno dog

Big dog

Fusion snacks

Messy taco

Messy bun

Kimchi quesadilla

Fries

Drinks:

Muddy choco

Cold brew coffee

Slushies

Iced teas

Other flavors for the pocket pies:

Cheesy Sisig

Chicken Inasal

Chessy Hungarian

Get your Pie on with the launch of Massive Munchies at Quiapo, Manila HISTORY After six months of being an employee, Mr. Timothy Davis F. Angara decided to open up a business of his own.

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