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oncebrned‌:

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“Jered? My love?” Fifi had called out, entering the restaurant he owned, way after hours. He hadn’t come to see her yet and she was nervous. Jered was a passionate man, a perfectionist, but when he became distant things became…..sensitive. So she decided to take matters into her own hands. And as she called out to him again, her heart sank. What if she saw something she didn’t want to? Would he really do something like that here of all places? She wasn’t sure. “Jered….if you are playing games with me they need to stop.”

Jered was nestled in his office, previously having been poring over the order for the following Tuesday, but at some point that had clearly fallen apart, because at this point he was none the wiser to Fifi calling his name, instead huddled over his desk with his cheek nestled into the crook of his own bent elbow, breathing slow and soft and even as a much needed sleep had overtaken him. As she got closer and got louder, he shifted with a confused whining groan, eyes squeezing shut against the light of his computer screen as he lifted his head, the soft pattern of his shirt’s cuff pressed into his sleep-flushed face. He mumbled something unintelligible, trying to sit up and make the words on his screen make sense as though he hadn’t been that exhausted, but he doubted he was fooling anyone.

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221bmouse‌:

“Birthday gifts for yourself are a thing right?” Basil asked biting the inside of his cheek and staring at the new motorcycle parked outside the building his flat was in.  He was trying to come up with an excuse for his rare impulse purchase so Dawson wouldn’t kill him for using some of the rent money.  “The occasional impulse buy isn’t bad either.  I don’t do thinks like this that often so it’s not bad and he shouldn’t be mad at me.”

“Well, that’s quite a birthday gift from anyone, let alone yourself,” Jered mused with a smile, walking around to the front of the vehicle to take a good look at it. “Something you’ve had your eye on for a while and had the impulse to buy it, or was the impulse buying a motorcycle in the first place? I certainly hope you know how to drive it.” Jered looked up, raising a brow. “You can’t let a beauty like this go without any attention.”

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Jered wasn’t blind to the things going around in his beloved city, had watched as the chaos unfolded around them. He could barely stomach the news at this point, not that he could before with the kind of vitriol most news outlets had been spouting more and more as time had gone on. Whenever he did take a moment to stay updated and keyed into the pulse of the city and the horrors that were unfolding, it only ended in his own paranoia, and that paranoia tended to lead to the same outcome each time.

He didn’t know if Fiona was home, or if she would be for quite some time. He knew that she wasn’t busy with work tonight, though whether her rehearsals or training would run late into the night he couldn’t be sure. Hell, Jered couldn’t even gauge whether or not she would be sleeping, though he hoped not. He hadn’t called until he was on the stairs of her building either way, praying that she would answer as he rocked back on his heels. The air was getting colder again, chilly enough to need some sort of sweater that he had neglected in his haste, and if he looked insane at least it was for good reason. @oncebrned

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aintnofirecracker‌:

“Hey, you got the time? I left my phone on the bus last night and I know for a fact I can’t be late but I also told someone I’d run and get coffee, and that line was a little longer than usual.” Ray said, looking at the person he stopped on the street. “I’ll even give you my coffee.”

Jered stopped, blinking up at the man and nodding when he’d had a moment to work out what he was saying. “Oh, of course, my friend,” he agreed, pulling out his phone. He’d been listening to music for a long while for the morning, thinking mostly about how badly he needed to change it up or make a new playlist entirely, at least of go-tos. “There we are. It’s 9:14, hopefully not running too close to being late?” He smiled, then frowned at the offered coffee; he didn’t like to think of himself as a snob, but dear god, he had some standards. “How about after you finish whatever it is you’re doing, you allow me to make you a decent cup of coffee, hm? On the house.”

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@oncebrned

For someone so constantly confident, for a man so sure of himself in each of life’s moments, through all of the bumps and bruises, it amazed Jered that his heart still fluttered like this for anyone, let alone the young woman he’d known for so many years. Still it did, pitter pattered and accelerated when he glanced to the door and saw her revealed, radiant as always. He made his way to her with a fond grin, arms open for a hug. “Beautiful to see you, as always, ma chérie,” he beamed. “I say we order and enjoy it on the patio, non? It’s too perfect a day to waste inside.”

[oncebrned]

Fifi was sure she would always have a soft spot for Jered. She already felt her knees weaken at the sight of him, melting into his hug and wishing that it lingered a little longer. It was sad, but it was love. “All of this to eat at your own restaurant? I suppose we can do that.”

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The hug lingered as Jered pulled away, and he smirked, pleased to note that he wasn't alone in holding on perhaps a moment too long. "Well, how was I to know that you'd agree to somewhere else? We could make a day out on the city, find some beautiful balcony to enjoy our day out, watch the sun set on the skyline. You must tell me when I have options such as these, Fifi!" He scolded her without malice and his smile was one of warmth and apprehension. "I would much rather cook for you than my chefs, ma petite, you must know that."

[maguslupus]

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@oncebrned

For someone so constantly confident, for a man so sure of himself in each of life's moments, through all of the bumps and bruises, it amazed Jered that his heart still fluttered like this for anyone, let alone the young woman he'd known for so many years. Still it did, pitter pattered and accelerated when he glanced to the door and saw her revealed, radiant as always. He made his way to her with a fond grin, arms open for a hug. "Beautiful to see you, as always, ma chérie," he beamed. "I say we order and enjoy it on the patio, non? It's too perfect a day to waste inside."

[batbedits]