We Happy Few Oneshots

Constable John Mills (OC Bobby) X Female Reader

Requested by BlueberrySyddikko UwU

Mills was walking down one of the streets in The Parade, humming a tune, twirling his baton around. Y/N strolled down the street, just around the corner. Cradled in her hands were the most beautiful flowers she could find that day, having wanted to liven up her kitchen with some pretty flowers for a while now. Too busy admiring her flowers, she waltzed around the corner and ran into a Constable, of all people. So startled by his appearance, she jumped back and, in the process, dropped her flowers everywhere. Mills looks at the girl that bumped into her, smiling softly. "Lovely day for it, Miss! Oh. You dropped your flowers. Let me help you." He crouches down, picking them up. After a moment, he hands them to her, smiling softly. "Here you go, Miss." Heat pooled at Y/N's cheeks, an embarrassed smile settling on her face. "Oh, thank you, Constable. I'm terribly sorry; I should have been more careful. Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?" "You didn't hurt me, dear. I'm fine, Miss." He says, taking her hand, kissing it gently. "Constable Mills, at your service, by the way. Now, I must get going. I don't want Constable Constable on my arse again. Have a lovely day!"

 She wanted to bury her face in the ground as he kissed her hand. What a gentleman! Most Constables were so... condescending. Y/N laughed. There was no end to the stories of Constable Constable's austere attitude when it came to his men slacking off. "It was wonderful meeting you, Constable Mills," she says, holding her dear flowers close. Some of them look a bit wounded from the fall. "I hope to see you soon. Good day!" "Have a lovely day, dear!" He walks off, singing a tune again. Y/N watches him walk off, a soft smile on her lips. For a moment she forgot where she was, allowing herself to feel good about socializing for once. Being a Downer was never easy. It was a life of hiding, always hurrying away when someone looked about ready to open their mouths and chatter her ear off. She was terribly frightened of leaving Wellington Wells; even if she knew she wouldn't last much longer in the Parade District as a Downer, leaving the only place she felt she knew was terrifying. Oh, how lonely it was sometimes.'Maybe I'll see him again soon' Y/N thought with a streak of hope. 'He seemed so nice.' She trudged on home, down the streets she once saw through a lens of Joy. Now it just looked... creepy.

 Unsettling. Y/N shivered, unsettled by the thoughts, and picked up the pace before a doctor would catch her scent. Once home, she quickly filled an empty vase with water and settled her sweet little flowers into it, admiring each one.After all, they were the only things that showed their true colors in Wellington Wells. 

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Mills continues walking, one thought after another flowing through his mind. "She seemed really nice...I hope I see her soon..." He says softly, walking to one of the police boxes. His shift had just ended, so he had to go grab some joy and get back to his office. Once he arrives, he walks straight to his office, relaxing a little.

  Y/N looks out the window at the street below, a pit growing in her gut. Loneliness was a ravenous thing. It ate up her mind, her time, and even her body. She knew it was for her own good, but it hurt to be away from everyone. Knowing that they all got to get high off their own ignorance and laugh the pain away while she had to stay away, hiding in the shadows. All because of one stupid bad batch of Joy. It wasn't fair. God, it wasn't fair! Y/N gripped the sink, knuckles white from the pressure. "Why can't I be happy, too?" she whispered to herself. She rested her elbows on the sink's edge and buried her face into her palms, her fingers clutching at small strands of hair as she whimpered once more, "Why can't... I-I be happy... too?" And so she wept, alone in her kitchen, lamenting over the life she would never get back. A life of nonstop happiness, where the memories of what they'd done couldn't get to her. Sure, she was just a young lady during those times, but that didn't mean she couldn't have done something. It wasn't fair that they'd gotten sent away, while she had gotten to stay home. Well, not that home was any better, but God knows how awful Germany might have been for them. But there was nothing she could do now. There was nothing she could do besides listen to the horrors of her own thoughts.