the-back-of-your-head-is-ridiculous

Huh. I was just stopped on the way back home from work. 😶 I actually got off at the wrong bus stop and was walking with my headphones in, but this guy caught up to me and asked for my number. (He was sweating, haha. Was he nervous or as affected by Korea’s heat/humidity as I am?)

I don’t mind giving out my number or kakao id, to be honest. I think it’s a way to connect with people and am always impressed by anyone who is confident enough to come up to me. It takes a lot of guts to stop someone who is trying to consciously ignore the world and looks like they might eat you alive because they’re masking their anxiety with a cold stare. Not even kidding. I might have also been a head taller than this dude with my boots on.

I’m just apprehensive because I met my last boyfriend this same way and that didn’t turn out well. I could be barking up the wrong tree, as in maybe this person is only looking for friendship or is curious about foreigners or something. Who knows. I also shouldn’t apply past experiences as a template for the future, but that’s my nature and I seem to have bad luck with men, so there you go.

He said he was meeting a friend for dinner and kept asking what I was going to do now. Maybe I should have just tagged along? My problem is that I don’t like risks and new people and going with the flow. I really want to change that aspect of myself.

anonymous asked:

Can you write a lil blurb where reader is over at the Gallagher's hanging with Fiona, and she wants to introduce reader to Lip (maybe she thinks they'd be a good fit)? Lip gets home, and Fiona is dropping hints about their mutual likes/dislikes, etc? Just really fluffy and sister/brother embarrassment. Thank you so much!!

SCREAMS (lmao could’ve been better but I find this hilarious)


Originally posted by shamelessturkey

You take the water from Fiona as she hands it to you, “So you just quit college? Damn you and Lip are the two smartest people I know and you both shit it down the drain.” You can’t help but laugh with her. She was right.

“It just wasn’t for me. I’ll find something around here and go from there.” Forever Southside trash. 

The back door opens and Fiona suddenly perks up, walking towards the guy that walks in, “Lip! I’m glad you’re here! We were just talking about you!” Damn her brother was good looking.

His eyes lean over towards you and shivers run up and down your spine. Just from one look, you could tell he was not in the mood. “Yeah, and? I’ve got shit to do, Fi.”

“I know, just let me introduce you.” She waves you closer so you move towards her. Fiona wraps her arm around you, pulling you into her side, “This is (Y/N). We used to work together, so you’ve never really met, but we’re reallll close.” 

Somehow, an introduction had become eerily embarrassing. Nonetheless, you raise your free hand to wave at him, a lopsided smile finding its way to your face. “Hey.”

“Hey,” He says it quickly as if he did this conversation would be over. And of course, it wasn’t.

“So, look, both of you smoke!” You look over at Fiona like she was crazy. She was going to embarrass you to death. That’s exactly what she was going to do. “And you both went and failed at college!” She quietly stares back and forth between you, oblivious to the fact that whatever she was trying to do wasn’t working.

“You both really-”

“Oh, c’mon Fiona. What the hell are you getting at? You’re embarrassing me.” Lip quickly looks at you from the side, slyly hiding it by wiping his face with his hand.

You can’t help but laugh at him. At least he had the balls to come out and say it. “I’m just saying maybe you two should hang out.” Fiona’s smile was nothing you’d seen before. Clearly, she had her mind set out on us talking.

“If it gets me away from this awful conversation, I’ll say yes.” Lip laughs, nudging his head for you to follow. You follow him into the living room, feeling your friend’s eyes on the back of your head like a target. “She’s ridiculous.”

“I can tell. It hasn’t changed much has it?” You watch as Lip shakes his head, and the both of you share a laugh. “Well, I have nothing else to do, and I can keep you company if you want.”

“Yeah? That sounds great.”

voltron-trash-1  asked:

The team teasing Shiro and his s/o after they find out about them making out please????? I love that scenario!!!! It was so much fun to read!!

Here’s part one for anyone who wants to read it!

To say that you and Shiro walked into the kitchen, where dinner was being served, sheepishly was an understatement. You walked in with embarrassment so great that no sheep could muster the right amount. Allura sat at the head of the table discussing something with Keith, while Coran argued with Hunk over a bowl of space goo. Lance and Pidge were both unaccounted fore, which was an immediate red flag. You whispered this to Shiro, and he managed a smile.

“It was bound to happen,” Shiro said weakly.

“Yeah, I know. But why to us? Why couldn’t have Lance brought home someone and got caught.” You asked, almost teasingly.

The two of you held each others gaze for a split second before erupting into giggles. Shiro pulled a chair out for you and you exaggeratedly sat down, throwing back your head and laughing.

“You’re ridiculous,” Shiro laughed.

You flashed him a dazzling smile and started to speak when a screech broke through the low din of the room. Keith looked up from his conversation, Allura looked up as well.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!!” Lance ran into the room.

Pidge ran in after him and Shiro gripped your hand, flashing you a look of concern.

“Lance, calm down. I’m the one who’s scarred for life,” Pidge said, adjusting her glasses and walking in after Lance.

“What? What happened?” Hunk asked, turning away from Coran who had continued to gesture to the space goo, ignoring the current situation.

Pidge walked past you and Shiro and settling down on one of the chairs.

“Well…” Pidge started, over enounciating the ‘l’ and glancing at Shiro “I was going to check on Shiro and y/n…”

Keith gasped as Lance hissed a sharp, ‘Indeed’. Allura’s eyebrows shot up while Hunk muttered something about “Calling it,”.

“I can’t believe this!”

“In the lion, too,”

Shiro’s cheeks were tinted red, while yours had gone started to bear a striking resemblance to a beet.

“It’s not like we didn’t expect it, guys,” Coran said, voice bubbling over the others.

miserysfirst  asked:

Hey bbg can I get ur ####

       “   WHAT DID YOU SAY YOUR name was again ? VIOLET ? oh wait, hold up ! that’s a FRENCH ass name, violet ! my lil’ CROISSANT !   “

Title: You Came Back
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader
Trigger Warning: Cursing
Requested by anon:  fluffy/angsty isaac lahey imagine please? 

Sorry that this is late! I’ve had a pretty busy and hectic week, so I haven’t been able to follow up on requests. I love Isaac, so thank you for requesting, my love!


You were angry, hurt, and confused. “Isaac what?” you asked in disbelief, furrowing your eyebrows and biting your lip to stop yourself from letting out a stream of obscenities. 

Scott looked at you sympathetically. “Isaac left for France with Mr. Argent,” he mumbled, looking down at the floor timidly. He hated getting and seeing you angry, so he was extremely nervous about telling you this news.

“I can’t believe that asshole!” you hissed, slamming your hand in the locker near you and denting it. 

Scott grabbed your hand and cradled it in his. “Hey, be careful,” he whispered. He looked around the area to make sure no one had seen you.

“I’m gonna murder that guy!”

“I know, I know. It sucks, but you know how torn up he is about Allison.”

“And you know how I feel about him!” 

Scott sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know, Y/N and I’m sorry about that.”

You were so angry, but not at Scott. He was only the one stuck in the middle. 

You had been Isaac’s best friend for as long as you could remember and because he had always been there for you, you had grown feelings for him. Scott of course had found out and was the only one who knew anything about it. 

“It’s okay,” you muttered to Scott. “Thanks anyway.”

Scott nodded and watched as you sulked off down the hallway, stuffing your hands in your sweatshirt pocket to hide your claws from showing. 


A year had passed since you had talked to Scott about Isaac leaving. Since then, you had tried your best to stop thinking about him and see other guys. If he wasn’t going to tell you he was leaving, what was the point of waiting for him?

To celebrate your long awaited break and your birthday, you and the pack were heading toward a club to relax. 

You hitched a ride with Stiles, who was more than happy to be in a car ride with you. 

In the course of the year, everyone had found out that you liked Isaac, but at that point, you were well over it. Everyone had been nothing but supportive for you and in return, you gave them your love and respect. Having the latest birthday, everyone looked at you like a younger sister even though you were the same age as them. 

“I think you look really beautiful, Y/N,” Stiles said, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. “Isaac really missed out.”

You smiled at Stiles and pat his thigh gratefully. “Thanks, Stiles. I personally think Lydia is starting to get into you.”

Stiles smiled nervously and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “You think so? Thanks.”

“Of course I do. You guys are my best friends.”

The rest of the way, the two of you listened to music and jammed out so much that your voices were almost lost. 

You two walked in and immediately, you linked your arms with his. He placed his hand reassuringly on yours hand stroked his tumb along the back of your hand. 

“You good?” he had to yell over the loud music.

“Yeah, thank you!” you yelled back, holding his arm tighter to make sure you two didn’t get separated.

He led you over to the far side of the club, where the rest of the pack was waiting for you two. Above all of the heads bobbing on the dance floor, you spotted Scott, Lydia, and Derek, who were standing to make sure you could see them. The rest were sitting in the large booth. 

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” everyone chirped as soon as you got there.

“Thanks, guys! I’m so glad…” your enthusiasm died down as your eyes zeroed in on those unforgettable curly locks. “I’m so glad you guys could come…”

Stiles nudged you encouragingly and leaned down to whisper, “I’m sorry. He just randomly came back and tagged along.”

You plastered a fake big smile on your face and released a deep breath through your teeth. “Don’t worry about it,” you said through gritted teeth. “You didn’t drag him here purposely to torture me.”

You then cracked your neck and proclaimed, “I’m going to go and get a drink.”

Lydia smiled at you and scurried over, wrapping her arms around yours. “Let me come with you!” 

You and Lydia walked over to the bar and ordered some non-alcoholic drinks, being that you were under aged. 

“Hey, I’m sorry he came along,” Lydia said, looking at you sympathetically. As you two waited for your drinks, you sat on the bar stools. She placed her hand on yours comfortingly and pat it a few times. “I tried to tell him not to, but he was really set on coming.”

You smiled softly at Lydia. She really had come a long way since the first time you had met her. She barely even spared a glance at you. Now, she was focused on always making sure you were happy. “It’s okay, Lyds. I know you wouldn’t have wanted me to be upset, especially on my birthday.”

You two turned when someone cleared his throat behind you. You sighed internally when you made eye contact with Isaac. “Hey, Y/N,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Happy birthday.”

You cleared your throat and veered your eyes to the dance floor as opposed to him. “Thanks,” you said. You then turned to Lydia, who was looking back and forth between you two fervently.

When she looked at you, she raised her eyebrow in question and you just jutted your chin back to the table. 

“You can go back to the table. Your drink is here anyway.”

Lydia grabbed her drink and squeezed your shoulder with her other hand. “I’ll see you back there, sweetie.”

You smiled and nodded at her before turning your eyes to Isaac. 

“So after about a year of fucking me over, you decide to talk to me, huh?” you started, cracking your neck and trying really hard not to let your fangs and claws show.

Isaac sighed. “Guess it was too hopeful of me to think you wouldn’t react like this,” he said. 

“Damn right you are.” Your drink soon arrived and you downed it quickly. You wished so badly that it was alcohol so that you could forget about Isaac’s stupid face.

“Look, Y/N,” he started, reaching his hand out to touch you, but pulling it back when he saw your glare, “I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want my last memory to be of you looking upset in case I didn’t come back.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “You’re ridiculous, you know that? Well, here you go. You’re back a year later and I’m a lot more than fucking upset. I’m angry. No, no I’m pissed.” With that, you hopped off your chair and headed to the middle of the dance floor. 

You made it a point to dance with random strangers and grind along any guy that came your way.

It wasn’t too long after that Isaac came and grabbed you gently by your wrist, but by the look on his face, he was beyond angry. 

“Can we talk please?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at you. You planted your feet and quirked your eyebrow, expecting him to speak right then and there. “Outside.” 

Rolling your eyes, you allowed him to lead you outside, where the crisp air made you shiver. On instinct, Isaac draped his leather jacket over your shoulder.

You were about to take it off, but the look Isaac gave you made you stop.

As you leaned against the brick wall, he was standing across from you, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes holding sadness. He looked like such a sad puppy. 

“I know I hurt you,” Isaac mumbled. He looked into your eyes and searched through them. “I would be pissed if this happened to me too, but please I’m asking for you to look deep down and forgive me.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly. “You’re my best friend. You have been there every step of the way with me. I know I haven’t been there for you every time, but I want to make it up to you. Losing Allison made me realize how much I needed to cherish everyone who came into my life, so I came back just for you.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you looked down at your connected hands. But you didn’t know if you could forgive him just yet. He had broken your heart and taken it away, but he wasn’t willing to give you his heart. “I don’t know, Isaac. I’ve been hurt way too much by you leaving.”

Isaac looked like he was about to cry, but he blinked away the tears and released a deep breath. “I love you,” he whispered. “And I’m not just saying it. I’ve loved you ever since I first saw you. Why didn’t I do anything? Because I was scared I would hurt you the way I did just now. I just want to make it up to you. Would you let me do that?”

You bit your lip and chewed thoughtfully on it. “Okay,” you finally whispered.

Isaac smiled and pulled you close to him in a hug. He placed his chin on the top of your head and rubbed your back with his hands. “Thank you,” he whispered, kissing your hairline. “Thank you so much.”

anonymous asked:

YO GIIIRRRRRLLL WASSUP?? HOW YOU DOIN'??? WHERE YO BOYFRIEND AT?? HE GETTING YOU MIKE N IKES?? YOU LIKE MIKE N IKES??? CAN I HAVE YO NUMBA??? THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD IS RIDICULOUS! SHAWDY OWN THAT PONYTAIL, WORK THAT UPDO!

Lmao damn you bringing back memories

Dusty Books (Part 3)

Words: 3111

Summary: Reader avoids Jacob the morning after their little drinking challenge.

Warnings: Uhh, fluff, light swearing, mentions of alcohol. Nothing vulgar.

Author’s Note: Thank you everyone for being so patient! I’m sorry it is so long the idea kind of got away from me. I wrote several base ideas and this is the one that ended up working out. Enjoy! Please feel free to give feedback/request anything.

PART 1

PART 2


The sun spilling in through the window was a ruder wake up call than anything Jacob could have done. You couldn’t help but breathe out a low pained groan as you buried your face under the heavy blanket. The night came back in an unpleasant rush of flashbacks as you tried to calm the pounding in the back of your head. After a few minutes you mustered up the courage to pull the blanket back, poking your head into the uncomfortably cool air.

A glass of water sat on the desk opposite you, tempting you to move from your comfortable spot on the couch, though your headache was more than enough reason to stay buried in the warm embrace of the blanket. Eventually the need to wet your throat outweighed the headache as you slowly and methodically stood up and stumbled over to the desk. The water felt like salvation as it wet your lips, slipping smoothly down your throat as you gulped it down greedily.

Not far from you Jacob lay contently snoring, his hair no longer slicked back, but ruffled into an unruly mop by sleep. If it had been any other time you might have smiled deviously and done something to make him regret sleeping in. Now, however, you felt a weight pull against your heart, forcing you to turn on your heel.

You had several things to do today, and they provided an excuse to avoid Jacob and the impending conversation you two would have about the previous night. With the pounding in the back of your skull reminding you of your poor choices, you walked to the end of the train car and leaped out onto the tracks. The jolt of your boots against the ground did little to soothe your headache as you quickly took in where you were.

Whitechapel. Perfect. The small room you rented out wasn’t far from the tracks, and you really needed to clean up. It didn’t take you long to get to your humble abode, the promise of a warm bath particularly inviting. If you hadn’t had things to do you would have lingered longer than it took to wash up. The steamy water had soothed the tension along your neck and shoulders, relieving your headache somewhat.

But, of course, there were Templars to hunt and information to retrieve, so you reluctantly hurried and dressed in fresh clothes before hitting the streets again.  

First stop – the orphans.

Babylon Alley, the haven for orphans all across the city. You took a deep breath before strolling over to the stairs. A group of the young children stood about playing some game they had invented, their shouts and squeals of excitement carried for several blocks. The noise ceased, however, as they noticed you walking towards them.

“Fancy seeing you here, miss!” a young voice piped up as a boy shot you a grin.

“Oliver, it’s good to see you,” you greeted him, ruffling his hair.

The group of children swarmed you, tugging at your hands and jacket as they began to babble at you. Almost immediately you forgot the qualms of the previous night, now engaged in listening to everyone’s stories as they told you about their day and the weird things they had seen. It was soothing being among such innocence; living on the streets hadn’t yet hardened them, leaving the children optimistic and cheery.

“As much as I would love to stay, I’m here on business,” you said, offering them all a gentle smile.

The chatter calmed and the group began to disperse, some bidding you good bye as they ran off to cause trouble. Soon only Oliver remained, his watery blue eyes staring up at you with admiration and a hint of worry. You crouched down in front of him, offering him a few coins.

“Now, what have you heard?” you asked softly.

“I overheard something about heading to Westminster tomorrow after receiving a shipment, miss,” he replied, clutching the coin tightly in his little fists. “Important business with some fancy cargo, medicine I believe it was.”

You cursed quietly underneath your breath as you looked down at the stones. Even with the soothing syrup eliminated, you had found subtle hints of addictive medications making their way onto the market. Even though you had desperately tried to stem the rising tide of mindless addicts, the damn things kept sprouting up.

“Thank you, Oliver,” you said. “You’ve been a big help.”

“Oh, before you go, miss,” Oliver said, lightly touching your arm before turning away.

Your brow creased in curiosity as he picked something up and hurried back, holding a beautiful white daisy. Its petals were perfect, not a single one marred or missing from being handled. “What is this?” you asked quietly, taking it from him.

“He asked me not to say anything, miss,” Oliver replied. “Thank you for the coin.”

You stood up, ruffling his hair in a good bye before he scampered off to buy something with his new found money. Slowly your gaze trailed back down to the daisy, rolling it slowly between your fingers as if you could give you the answers you desired. Instead there was nothing but the bustle of the busy streets behind you, the rattling of cart wheels and the frenzied chatter of people bringing back the headache along the back of your head.

“I’m being ridiculous,” you muttered to yourself as you tucked the daisy delicately into your pocket.

You turned, the hair on the back of your neck immediately stood up, and a chill ran up your spine unpleasantly as you caught sight of Jacob pushing his way through the crowd. His head was down, his eyes searching for something, though you didn’t intend to stick around to see what it was.

Gracefully, despite the renewed pounding in your head, you ducked down and crept through the crowd before slipping down another alley. This one was quiet, not a soul to be found even in the doorways that dotted the brick walls. Perfect. Next stop, the police station.




The police station was quiet today, save for the unhappy prattling of detainees shouting their innocence to all those who would hear it. You offered the Sergeant a smile as he handed you a set of papers, his mustache twitching with annoyance. “And to think you want me to bring more of this in,” you joked, gesturing to the cell filled with unruly criminals.

Freddie sighed heavily before offering you a smile of his own. You could see the lines of stress in his face, the endless nights awake while ridding the city of crime one borough at a time. It made you grateful that you had him as an ally, and grateful that he had taken the time out of his schedule to meet with you.

“Of course, Ms. [Y/L/N], although I’m starting to second guess my request,” he said lightly, grimacing as you heard the distinct sound of a man retching in the corner of the cell.

You winced, your smile turning sympathetic. “My sincere apologies, Sergeant,” you offered, folding the papers before sliding them into a pocket hidden on the inside of your jacket. “With that I must be off.”

“Of course, but one moment if you’d please,” Freddie said, stopping you with a motion of his hand.

“Of course, sir,” you agreed, turning towards the Sergeant curiously.

“This was left for you,” he said, presenting you with another white daisy, its petals just as pristine as the one Oliver had given you.

The edges of your lips drooped in a confused frown as you took it from him, turning it over. “Thank you. Do you by any chance know who left this?” you inquired, your eyes flitting up to Freddie’s.

“I couldn’t say,” he replied, smiling slightly as you snorted unhappily.

“I see… well, I appreciate it. I’ll keep an eye out for the men we discussed. Good day, Sergeant,” you said, bidding him farewell as you neatly put the daisy in your pocket with the first one.

“And to you, Ms. [Y/L/N],” he said, tipping his hat to you as you turned and climbed out of the window. The frustration in your retreating form made the Sergeant chuckle lightly despite the mess that now needed cleaning up.

Bloody Assassins.




The last stop of the day brought you to the doors of one of the Rook hideouts. It didn’t look like much at the moment – just a cute little building set at the edge of London along the Thames. With all of the other things going on in the city there had been little time to renovate what the Blighters had destroyed, but it still served its purpose as a shelter for the gang.

You knocked on the door, waiting for one of the lookouts to open it for you. It didn’t take long once they caught sight of you, several warmly inviting you in, their smiles causing you to peer at them suspiciously. Not wanting to waste the effort, you left it alone, and walked hurriedly along to the large Rook brute standing near one of the various windows overlooking the Thames.

“George,” you greeted pleasantly. “I don’t suppose you have those inventory rosters for me?”

The large bald Rook fixed you with a subtle smile as he pulled another stack of papers off of  a nearby table, holding them out to you. The smile didn’t seem to budge from his face as you took them, quickly scanning over the contents. It all looked standard until you reached the bottom, where you noted a few strange looking items. Oliver had been right.

“Have you verified these last few?” you asked.

“We aren’t exactly certain, miss. It appears to be a drug of some kind, opium based perhaps,” he said, shrugging slightly.

“That’s what I was afraid of. Very well. It looks like these ships will be coming in tonight, so be prepared,” you said, taking the papers that were of most interest before placing the rest back onto the table. “I need to speak to Jacob about it, but I’m sure he will want to destroy it before it makes it to the streets.”

The thought of having to talk to the assassin today made you want to cringe, but you kept it expertly hidden behind the forced smile you gave the Rook. If he noticed he didn’t say anything, instead opting to nod in agreement.

“Of course, miss. Before you go, this was left for you,” he said, grabbing another daisy, much to your dismay.

This time you couldn’t stop the exasperated sigh that forced itself from your lips, your fingers gingerly reaching out to take it from him. It was just as beautiful and perfect as the other two, leaving you to wallow in despair. You had an idea exactly who these flowers were from, and you really didn’t want to deal with it right now. But there was no sense putting off the inevitable, so you pocketed it, and nodded to the large Rook.

“Thank you, George. Don’t forget - tonight,” you said, waving good bye.

“Certainly. We will see you then,” he said, raising his hand in a returned farewell.

Turning on your heel you all but stalked out of the house, determination and frustration settling in your stomach tightly. The man could be just about anywhere in that godforsaken city, and you weren’t sure where to even start. A pub would probably be the best place, but with the hundreds littered throughout London it was taking a stab in the dark.

As you rounded the corner you nearly collided with a tall strong form, causing you to stumbled back a few steps.

“Are you finished avoiding me, love?” Jacob’s rough voice crooned as he steadied you.

Immediately you brushed him off, running your hands down the front of your jacket as all of your determination fled in the face of the younger Frye twin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been running around all day,” you lied, inwardly grimacing at how lousy it sounded now that you said it.

Jacob snorted in disbelief, his own brow knitting together in a frown. “Oh is that what you’re calling it now?” he asked.

“I don’t suppose you’ve been doing the same then, hm?” you shot back, the frustration returning. “Or following me perhaps. Why was there a flower at every stop today, Jacob?”

You folded your arms against your chest, fixing the other assassin with an unnerving stare as he began to rub the back of his neck nervously. It was the first uncertain gesture you had ever seen from him, and it only made you more curious as he struggled to find the words. Jacob Frye speechless – you never thought you would see the day.

“I thought you might like them,” he said, shrugging slightly.

“So you spent the entire day leaving a trail of them for me?” you pushed, seeing the sweat beginning to bead across his forehead beneath his hat.

“Well, yes - Evie suggested it, really. She said you had been looking at that pressed flower book with her and these were your favorite,” he admitted, his own frustration beginning to show in the lines of his face.

“The Templars are going to be offloading a shipment of medicine, which I’ve been tracking all day. I could have used your help,” you snapped, your hand moving out to point across the choppy water of the Thames.

“Well, you’ve been avoiding me now, haven’t you?” he pointed out.

“It’s not exactly difficult to-”

I like you! I thought you might like a few flowers while running your boring errands,” he blurted suddenly, the realization hitting him as soon as the words slipped past his lips. Unable to take them back, he groaned quietly under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he were beginning to develop the same headache you had drilling in the back of your skull.

“I… You… What?” you sputtered, your eyes meeting his in disbelief.

The frustration had slowly melted away in the wake of his confession, the both of you staring at each other. Taking a deep breath, the younger Frye twin let it out slowly, as if he were weighing what he was about to say or do – once again something you never thought you would see from the haughty assassin.

The silence was almost deafening as you stared him in complete disbelief. At first you weren’t sure what to think. Evie had noticed right away the way you looked at her brother. She had asked you about it, pushed really, but you had always brushed her off. You were certain that he would never feel the same. He was too busy off running about terrorizing Templars – and indirectly London – to really notice the way you smiled when he entered the room, or the way you stood close to him.

Which was hilarious, considering he always teased Evie about Henry. Or maybe he had noticed and just hadn’t said anything until now. But now that you were faced with his confession, you weren’t sure what to say, and it was slowly eating away at you.

Jacob took the initiative instead and gently grabbed onto the collar of your jacket, pulling you flush against his chest. His lips found yours softly, taking rather than asking, as his other hand traveled up to just under your ear, cupping your cheek. You hesitated, slightly taken aback by the sudden intimacy, but slowly you returned the affections. Your lips moved against his, quickening as he deepened it.  

He smelled lightly of mint, leather, and gunpowder – a combination that you had come to enjoy over time the longer you worked together. His warmth only made it more enticing, a light in the darkness, salvation. You faintly tasted the mint on his tongue as he pulled away, leaving you yearning for more.

Jacob smirked as his hand fell away, reaching into his pocket to pull out one last daisy, though this one looked a little more well loved than the other three. Its petals were slightly bent, but it still held its charm and its beauty as he held it out to you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, taking it from him delicately.

“Are you upset?” he asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

“No,” you admitted. “I’m sorry for avoiding you.”

“All water under the bridge, love,” he said, brushing your apology aside. “Why don’t we make some Templars disappear and have a little bit of fun?”

His breath fluttered softly against your cheek as his lips trailed along your jaw to your neck, causing you to giggle quietly at the tickle. “They’re importing opium-based medicine again,” you said, gently threading your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck.

A rush of air blew across your neck as the young assassin sighed dramatically and grunted unhappily into your shoulder. You couldn’t help but smile as he began to grumble under his breath before straightening up. He gently trailed his fingers along your chin before taking your hand in his. His hands were much larger, but just as gentle as he looked at the street.

“Let’s give them a taste of their own medicine, then shall we?” he said.

“I thought you might say that. George is going to be at the docks tonight when the shipment comes in,” you agreed.

Jacob’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “Were you going to rob them blind without me?” If you hadn’t noticed the slight inflection in his tone you might have thought he’d been insulted.

“Well, I was thinking about asking Henry.”

You grinned as Jacob scoffed loudly and began to lead you towards the street. “Let’s grab a pint and you can tell me all about your plan.”

“Jacob Frye wants to listen to a plan?”

“I never said I was going to follow it.”

You breathed out a chuckle and followed him, realizing he was taking the path to one of his favorite pubs, the very one that had gotten you into this mess in the first place.

“And I do believe you owe me ten shillings,” Jacob said, glancing at you over his shoulder as you brought your attention back to him.

“How about a drink instead?” you offered.

“A drink now and a drink after.”

“Deal.”

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“Why do you always want to come over to my apartment? I miss your parents.” You whine, nudging the laughing boy’s arm with your elbow as you walk home from work. It’s the weekend now, and neither of you have any plans, so you figured you’d hang out together instead. It’s what the two of you usually end up doing most weekends, anyway. It’s pretty much worked into your schedule. 

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