Jacksepticeye Imagines

That's Mine.

~A/N: Yes, a Christmas story in July. Y'all won't stop meh.

Also, the word 'reight' further down is not a misspell, I tried to mimic some thuggish accent I dunno~

"Man, it's cold today, eh?" Sean asked with a smile.

"Yeah, the coffee is very handy right now," I nodded, warming my hands on the mug.

I looked out the window into the street. Christmas was getting closer and appropriate music was playing in all shops and cafes. It'll all end in a few days - the greetings, the strained, tense smiles, the usually ugly sweaters and Starbucks controversies.

"I'm happy I'm spending another Christmas with you, Sean," I said, taking a sip of my cappuchino.

The man smiled back and took my hand without saying a word. But we both knew what we wanted to say. And the actual words would surely ruin the feeling of closeness between us.

Sean stopped smiling and hopped up from the seat.

"Uhh, need to pee," he mumbled and scurried to the bathroom.

I quietly chuckled to myself. 'Of course, this would happend,' I thought, 'there's no way Sean wouldn't fuck up a romantic moment.'

At that second, a large hand lay on my shoulder and I heard a deep, rusty voice.

"Hey, girl, how you doin'? Yer a lucky find in this nasty place!"

I turned to the source of the voice. A tall, burly man was standing behind me, smiling through his beard.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I tried to resolve the situation calmly and play for time until Sean comes back from the bathroom.

"Man, as soon as I came in here, I saw you, sitting here..." The man swung his torso side to side with his arms open (the way "brodudes" do). "All alone, eh?"

I opened my mouth to inquire, but the man exclaimed "Nah, nah, nah! Don'cha say anything!" and sat down at the table across from me.

"I... I have a boyfriend!" I said, trying to reason with the stranger.

My words were met with a wave of uncomprehension.

"Wha? No, you don't!" The man exclaimed again, "All girls say that if they don' like someone! Don't lie to me!"

The situation was getting more and more out of hand. We were getting some weird looks from th customers I nervously looked in the direction of the male bathroom. If Sean doesn't get here quick, the guy will surely try to put his hands on me...

"Oi! Where you lookin'? I'm reight 'ere!" The man yelled right in my face. I wasn't looking at the customers of the cafe, but I'm sure they all were now looking at us.

"Dude, back off." I heard a familiar voice.

I turned my head to find Sean standing at the side of the table, his arms folded and a frown across his face.

"O, yer a brave one?!" The man stood up, pushing himself on Sean passive-aggressively. He was at least a foot taller than Sean and a lot heftier. None of them moved or said a thing.

"She's mine," Sean uttered.

"Yeh?! Well, prove it!" The man answered loudly, punching Sean in the chest.

Sean swayed noticeably, but held his ground. The barista behind the counter yelled that he would call the manager if they continued, but his words passed unnoticed.

And then... the action started. Sean threw a punch, and the man straight up ROARED and threw himself at Sean, in the process falling onto a table with him and breaking it. They floundered in the broken pieces, tearing at each other and grunting with each punch.

Everybody started to scream, trying to pull them apart. I heard someone calling the police.

A few minutes later the police arrived. They restrained both men and pulled them outside. An investigator questioned me, then sulkily walked off, having told me that both of the "troublemakers" will spend a few days at the station and pay half the price for the damage.

A week later, Sean came home.

"I missed you," I told him, standing at the door.

Sean's bruised face lit up.

"Yeah, me too. But... are you still mine?"

"You defended me, Sean," I smiled.

"That's my girl," he said, hugging me tightly.