#everything was fine until the 'i wanna walk you to the station'

[t3ooc]

withnail & i

[gimmeurtmi]

kinktober day five — hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

tags: friends to lovers (kinda), kinktober series, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, nude drawings, fingering, masturbation, use of “pretty”, lmk if i forgot anything!

inspo: uni student hyunjin but make it art

kink: exhibitionism

{ wc: 2522 }

It was a strange thing to be offered, but it was also flattering to be seen as a suitable candidate. The art department had reached out to a number of students to act as models for their sketch class—and you were one of them. It probably helped that your best friend, Hyunjin, was taking that class and you were sure he was the one to mention your name first.

He had asked you a few times to model for him and the only time you said yes was when you found a thrilling show to watch while you modelled; it was easier to stay still with your mind so occupied.

So you said yes.

And only then did the teacher tell you there was a catch.

“Nude?” You all but screamed.

“I know you and Mr. Hwang are close so I can pair you two together—but if you’re more comfortable modelling for a female student that’s fine too. Either way, you won’t be able to participate until you sign the forms.”

You looked at the consent forms in your hand, mulling it over for a few moments still. Modelling for a girl would be more comfortable, but you didn’t know anyone that took Art and being naked in front of a stranger was far more nerve wracking to you.

You called Hyunjin right away. He assured you he’d make sure you’re comfortable and that you didn’t have to agree at all and that he would buy you lunch for a week. He needed a good score on this assignment and he, too, didn’t feel all that comfortable sketching a stranger under those circumstances.

So you signed the forms.

*

You decided to use your room for the assignment, for privacy reasons and to help you feel more at ease. Nothing could be too scary with your supportive plushies in the same room as you.

Hyunjin walked in with his iced Americano (a second one for you, too) and started setting up his station.

He put all his pens and pencils in order, three huge erasers, two sharpeners, and his giant sketchbook. It was so big you guessed the sketch would end up being life sized.

As he set everything up, you fiddled nervously with the string of your robe. It was just your bathrobe, nothing too special, but the whole situation made your heart race and there was sweat gathering on your forehead.

You weren’t so sure if you could do this after all.

“Hyune,” you start, “does it have to be completely nude?”

He looked up at you from where he was straightening his pencils, eyes boring into you. You swallowed.

“Those are the requirements,” he caught his bottom lip between his teeth before he adds, “do you wanna put on some underwear as a warm-up?”

“Do you need sketches of me in my underwear?” You purse your lips.

“Not really,” he says, bashfully, “but if it’ll be an easier start for you?”

You inhale deeply. Untie your bathrobe. Exhale.

You let the fabric fall off your shoulders, pooling at your feet, before you settle on your bed.

Hyunjin nods at you with a small smile, encouraging.

“You got this,” he tries, putting a fist up in the air in solidarity.

“Can I put on a podcast so I don’t get bored?” You say, conscious to not move your legs too far apart.

“Sure, it’ll probably take me a while,” he chuckles, “I need to do like five.”

“Oh, dear god,” you roll your eyes and Hyunjin laughs at you. The nerves you were feeling have all disappeared already—it actually isn’t too weird being naked in front of him.

He’s your closest friend, has seen you being sick after drinking too much, has seen all your embarrassing childhood photos, has seen you with bed head and delirious from no sleep. He’s seen it all—so it shouldn’t be too weird for him to see your tits, too.

Hyunjin directs your poses, the first one casual as you lay on your back. He’s only sketching your upper body, he says, from the neck to your bellybutton, so he lets you cover up your bottom half with a blanket so you aren’t too cold. The first pose is fun since you don’t have to do anything too strenuous.

Once he flips the page on his sketchbook to a new one he changes your pose. This time your profile is facing him, the leg closer to him bent to hide most of your body. You don’t get the privilege of warmth this time, and your butt starts hurting after ten minutes in this position. But you focus on the podcast that’s still playing in the background instead, trying to be a good model for Hyunjin.

For the third pose he gets up and moves the table to the very edge of your bed. You look at him questioningly as he does so, before you let out a small, “why?”

“It’s just that, well, I need a close up,” he whispered the last part, eyes focused on rearranging his pencils neatly.

“Of….?” You think you know the answer.

“Of you,” he says, pointedly, and so you understand.

You can’t help but think he was going too easy on you until now, that this was the real assignment and he didn’t want to scare you away. And perhaps it worked, because the thought of Hyunjin staring at your pussy with that amount of concentration doesn’t scare you as much as it would’ve twenty minutes ago.

It actually… excites you. You feel a tingle all around your stomach, and your heartbeat feels louder all of a sudden.

It was one thing to just be naked in front of Hyunjin, but having him look right at you, with his face frowned in concentration made your core flutter.

You nod timidly at Hyunjin’s questioning look before he smiles. He sits back down on his chair, grabbing his pencil, and getting to the task at hand.

You feel yourself getting wet at the amount of attention he’s giving your body—even if it’s just with his eyes—and you hope he doesn’t notice it. But you do, and with your legs spread the way he asked them to be, you can even smell your own arousal. You hope he isn’t close enough to notice it as well, but you have a feeling that hope is futile. He can definitely tell.

“I read a lot about this once we were given the assignment,” he starts, focusing solely on his sketchbook as he talks, “and sometimes models feel.. you know. So don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m…” you wanted to defend yourself, because you weren’t even that embarrassed. Just surprisingly turned on. “Okay.”

“It would be more embarrassing for you if you were a guy, guys can’t hide it,” he says, as if to make you feel better.

“I don’t think I can hide anything from you right now,” you scoff at him. Hyunjin giggles in response.

He lets another five minutes or so go by before he takes a look at his drawing. You can’t be too sure because you’ve never seen yourself so close before but it looks like a good sketch. A really good one. You’re flattered at the attention to detail and it doesn’t make you feel shy anymore. You’re almost proud.

“When I was reading,” he coughs, “there was someone who said it’s nicer to sketch those body parts after.. a.. well,”

“You’ve just stared at my vagina for twenty minutes straight, Hyune, surely you can get some words out.”

He looks up at you, eyes round and glossy. His plush bottom lip is slightly red from where he’s been sucking on it as he draws.

“Female genitalia is a beautiful subject to draw after the model has experienced sexual gratification.”

You burst out laughing. “Who talks like that?”

“That’s a direct quote from the article!” He defends.

“So you want me to sexually gratify myself?”

He blushes deeply at that, shaking his hands quickly. “Not if that’s weird! Just if you wanted to. I have enough to probably pass I was just curious if she was right about it and—“

The words die on his tongue when you bring your hand between your legs. Your actions are fuelled by a strange bravery you aren’t familiar with, and the insane amount of arousel that’s coursing through you.

He quickly gets up, turning his eyes away from you.

“Wait, I can leave and you can call me back in when you’re d—“

“—don’t,” you say, running your fingers up and down your wetness, “maybe you can draw the process, too?”

His eyes go wide, so wide he almost looks like a cartoon, before he’s fumbling around to find the chair again. He sits down, quickly grabbing his pencils but they all fall onto the floor in his clumsy urge to get drawing right away.

He recovers them quickly, setting them aside but not at all bothering to arrange them in his neat order like before.

“Yeah, good idea,” he finally says, trying his best to look and draw and breathe at the same time.

He doesn’t have time to draw you teasing yourself before you slip two of your fingers inside you.

The sight is so pretty, so beautiful, and Hyunjin freezes for a moment. He blinks once then twice before he quickly starts putting pencil to paper and sketching out the sight before him.

He knows he won’t be able to do any of it justice but he has to try.

“Can you, move a little less?” He asks after a moment or two.

“I won’t reach sexual gratification if I don’t move,” you explain with a chuckle. If you’re honest, having Hyunjin watching you touch yourself might be enough to get you to cum without much movement at all—but you aren’t sure he should know about all that.

“Yeah, but it’s fucking beautiful and I want to get the details right,” he says.

You exhale lightly at that, trying not to react too much to what he just said. You aren’t sure if he can see you clench around your own fingers or not, but you nod in agreement.

“Pull them out a little bit, just so I can see better,” he directs, so simply, as if he isn’t talking about your fingers deep inside your cunt.

You follow his directions dutifully, as you’ve done all afternoon.

It’s just half of your fingers now, which isn’t much, but you can still feel the stretch. Still, with no friction available to you it makes you needy. So needy.

You want to move your fingers more, you want Hyunjin to watch you do more.

“Hyune,” you say, softly.

“Yeah?” He asks, still concentrating on his task.

“Wanna move now,”

“Just a few final details, okay?” He adds in a whisper, “you’re so beautiful,”

“Hyunjin, please,” you let out, because his compliment isn’t helping your patience at all.

“Would it help if you moved for a bit and then went back to the same pose?” He offers, eyes swimming in sympathy.

“It would, yes,” you nod quickly.

“Go on, then, just for a bit,” he smiles, supportive, before his gaze goes back to his sketch. He takes an eraser, fixing up a few details in an attempt to give you some privacy. But you don’t want that at all.

“Hyunie,” you whine out, and his head snaps up in a second. “It’s no fun if you look away.”

“I, I’m trying not to,” his eyes jump between your face and your exposed pussy, then back to the page. “You should have some privacy.”

“Don’t want it,” you say quickly, fingers moving slowly in and out as he gives you a bit more attention, “want you to see this.”

“I wanna see it too,” he says quietly, “it’s so beautiful.”

“Then look at me,” your fingers move quicker now, your palm resting against your clit and applying just the right amount of pressure, “watch me fuck myself.”

“Fuck,” Hyunjin all but moans, head falling backwards before he quickly zeros in on your cunt.

You let your eyes scan down to his crotch, see the bulge he’s so clearly been trying to hide.

“Come here,” you ask him, patting the space next to you, “want you to really see me.”

Hyunjin almost flips the table over and runs to you, but instead he just trips over one of the legs, letting all the pencils fall again, before he’s climbing onto the bed.

He settles right in front of you, his knee touching your ankle, and lets himself fully gape at the sight in front of him.

“I looked through a lot of portraits you know,” he starts softly, his voice lower than usual, “and I think your pussy is the prettiest one.”

“Maybe it has something to do with the artist,” you smirk at him, mostly to try and hide how much you like him complimenting you.

“Not my sketch,” he’s quick to correct you, “the one here.”

As he says it, he brings his big hand on top of yours, pushing against your hand until your fingers go as deep as they can.

You moan loudly at that, jaw hanging open.

“That’s what you wanted, deep,” he confirmed to himself, looking at your knuckles disappearing into you. “Looks so nice like this, too.”

He grabs your wrist, lifting and pushing your hand in an impossible pace. Your fingers are sore from it after only a few seconds, but Hyunjin’s beautiful face is looking right at you and so you don’t do anything but moan.

“So pretty like this, too,” he says, slightly strained.

You grip his bicep, needing something to ground you as the pleasure starts building and building. It’s much more solid than he lets on, his arms big and strong and his grip on your hand tightening as your whines grow higher and higher until— “I’m gonna…”

“Want me to see it? Should I watch as you cum all over your fingers, pretty?”

And that’s all it takes for it to hit you at full force, your eyes shutting tightly as the pleasure takes over.

Hyunjin giggles at you, small dimples appearing by his cheeks as he averts his gaze away from you. He’s so beautiful even with his head turned away, looking for something.

He quickly finds it and grabs the tissues by your bed to hand you one. You quickly clean off your fingers as you giggle.

“Should you get back to drawing now?” You ask, breathless.

“Yes,” he nods, getting up with a very obvious tent in his pants. He adjusts himself as discreetly as he can, but a sense of pride takes over you knowing you’ve made him hard in the first place.

He gathers the pencils off the floor.

“Next I think I wanna draw your face when you cum, it’s really fucking gorgeous,” he says offhanded as he sketched out the outline of your cunt.

“I’ll have to cum again, no?” You mumble.

“That can be arranged,” he doesn’t even look up.

Your breathe catches in your throat.

[cheesesoda]

I wish I was your boyfriend too. (Part 2)

rookie!leon x detective!reader

not my gif^^ a/n: the long awaited part 2!! sorry for taking so long, it was my birthday on the 23rd and then i was studying for finals all week 😩 anyway, enjoy!

genre: fluff :))))

cw: none (kinda implied sexual stuff at the end?)

summary: leon confronts you about the night you were drunk.

part 1 is linked here!

taglist:

@cry-715

@itsmenom

“leon?” y/n’s raspy morning voice echoed through her bedroom. “oh, you’re awake! how do you feel?” leon asked as he set down some advil on the table for her headache. “like my head was ran over by a bus.” she deadpans and he laughs. she downs the advil and gets out of her bed. “thank you for taking care of me last night.” she says. “of course, i hope you don’t mind that i slept over- i swear nothing happened! it’s just- the storm was getting really bad.” leon replies. “i know you wouldn’t do anything like that while i was drunk. and i don’t mind at all.” she smiles, “let’s go get breakfast! on me.”

at breakfast…

leon wanted to mention what y/n said last night but he just couldn’t get the words out. he didn’t want to embarrass her or be rejected. “you look like you’ve got something on your mind.” the h/c woman smirked at him before sipping her coffee. “oh, it’s nothing.” he blushes lightly. “hmm… sure…” she narrows her eyes quizzically at the blond man.

after breakfast…

as the two walk through the street, they talk a bit. y/n shivers from the cold winter weather. without hesitation, leon takes off his jacket and drapes it around her shoulders. “oh i don’t want you to get cold!” she shakes her head, trying to shrug off the coat. “no, it’s fine, i was getting warm anyway.” that was a lie. it was fucking freezing. but seeing her wearing his jacket was so worth it. she pushes her arms through the sleeves and snuggles into the warmth and leon can’t help but think about how cute and casual it all was. almost as if they were dating. “leon… did i say anything weird when i was drunk?” y/n asks. “uhhh… like what?” he responds, taken aback. “anything stupid? like, stuff i wouldn’t say sober.” she chuckles. his mind flashes back to the night before. “don’t you wanna see me naked though?” he blushes at the memory. “you’re so good to me. wish you were my boyfriend…” she sighed. “y’so sweet.” she caressed her hand against his cheek. “so respectful. so cute, with your fluffy hair and your cute lips.” she stroked her fingers on his lips. “i always wanna kiss ‘em.” she smiled. “you’re drunk.” he says. “no, m’not” she mumbled. “good night, y/n.” “g’night, leon. love you.” his stomach flutters again, just like when it had happened. “you said…” he sighs. “you said i’m good to you. that i’m sweet and respectful and c-cute. you said you want to kiss me and… that you wish i was your boyfriend.” he said and silence lingered in the air. “you said you love me.” he adds. “look, i completely understand if that was the alcohol talking but i… when you said you wish i was your boyfriend…” he stops and turns to look at her. “i wish i was your boyfriend too.” he mumbles. “…seriously?” y/n asked in disbelief. he nods. “that’s good.” she whispers and before he can respond, he feels a pair of lips pressing against his. the kiss is passionate but soft. finally, they pull away. he stares at her for a second in shock that the most gorgeous woman in the station (and the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen) just kissed him. “you’re so perfect.” he whispers mindlessly. her expression softens and a small smile graces her lips. “you’re so cute, leon.” she holds back a squeal and hugs him. “oh, and if you were wondering still, i meant everything i said last night.” she says as they pull back. “oh? everything?” he smirks. “yes.” she says. “even when you said you wanted me to see you naked?” he grins wider. initially, a shocked expression spreads across her face until she smirks. “definitely.”

[chxrrybcmbs]

Gimme Shelter: Part Two

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence and nudity.

Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

Part One

Note: I do not give permission for my work to copied or translated anywhere else but this blog.

The Roxy was packed. When you and Bucky pulled up in his Rolls Royce, there was a line of people down and around the corner waiting to get in. Bucky stepped out first and extended his arm to you to help you out. Immediately you felt eyes on you from the people around. Some might've seen Bucky before and assumed he was someone important. Some might know exactly who he is. You could always tell by the gaze. If they stared in awe, they had no idea. If they averted their gaze, they knew. It kind of made you feel good. Knowing how much power he radiated just by walking into a club was intoxicating.

Music was beckoning you inside from the front door and Bucky didn't like lallygagging. The bouncer at the door shook Bucky's hand and unhooked the velvet rope to let you both in.

Being Bucky's girl had its perks. Free drinks, complimentary appetizers and the best seat in the house. Natasha was waiting for you in the VIP booth, dressed in a black dress that clung to her curves and showed off her cleavage.

"There's my girl." She winked as she saw you and Bucky approaching. She gave you a warm hug admiring the emerald green satin dress you chose for the evening. Nat gave Bucky a nod,

"Steve and Sam are stationed as you requested. There's been no activity so far." Natasha told him, leaning closer so she didn't have to shout over the music. Bucky nodded,

"You keep Y/N company. I'm gonna make the rounds." Bucky turned his attention to you, he squeezed your hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Be right back, babe." He smiled, and left you in Nat's company. You watched as he melted into the crowd of people, shaking hands and sharing laughs with men you assumed were clients of his.

Nat lightly touched your shoulder,

"Come sit with me, I got us a bottle of wine to share." She gestured to the bottle that sat in a bucket of ice on the small table.

"Oh you know me well." You beamed, eagerly taking a seat on the red velvet lounge. Natasha opened the bottle and poured you both a glass.

"Cheers!"

Bucky had disappeared from view so you gave up trying to spot him in the crowd of party goers.

"Don't worry. He's a pro." Natasha placed a hand on your thigh gently. You forced a smile and took a swig from your glass. You knew he was good at his job but you couldn't help but be nervous for him when he wasn't in your line of sight. As long as you saw him you at least could see proof everything was fine.

You remembered the nights he would come home bleeding and bruised. Scaring you half to death but he would always flash that charming smile, like he felt no pain, and he'd let you help him clean himself up and act like nothing happened.

To be fair you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to go out with him. He didn't pull his punches and you knew that before you insisted to come along anyways.

You were here to have a good time and enjoy yourself. It was best to not act like you were waiting for something to happen, so you downed the rest of your glass and stood up.

"Come on, Nat. I wanna dance!" You grabbed her hand and dragged her off the lounge, down the stairs leading to the VIP area and out into the dance floor. You joined the other dancers throwing your hands in the air and swaying your hips.

"You know Barnes isn't gonna like this." Natasha whispered in your ear as she danced.

"He can come to me if he's got an issue. No use waiting for the other shoe to drop." You brushed off her warning and kept going. Letting yourself feel the beat and let loose. As long as Nat was with you he wouldn't get mad. And if he did give her trouble you would be her defender.

You were having a great time dancing and laughing with Natasha when the song changed to something slow and you saw couples gathering together. Nat took your hand and went to lead you away from the dance floor when a man bumped into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He apologized. You looked up to see a slender man with dark hair and a well trimmed beard. Nat still held your hand and her grip was getting tighter.

"No harm done." You moved to step around him when he blocked your exit.

"I really do apologize, can I make it up to you? A dance perhaps?" He was charming but in a sleazy sort of way that made your skin crawl.

"Really it's fine." You smiled politely.

"Are you sure? I promise not to step on any toes." You didn't like the way he said that last sentence and Nat clearly didn't either.

"If you don't get out of the way I'll make you." Her voice was harsh and the man looked at her as if he was shocked at her temper.

"Apologies, ladies. I meant no harm." He threw his hands up in surrender and backed away allowing Natasha to continue leading you back to the lounge.

Nat poured you both another glass of wine but you could tell she was on alert. Something about that man didn't feel right, the way he spoke like he knew who you were gave you the chills.

"What's wrong?" You asked looking at Nat who was laser focused on the the people on the dance floor.

"Nothing, don't worry." Her eyes were scanning the room, probably looking for Sam or Steve. Bucky no doubt was in some back room talking business. She made a signal with her hand and a moment later Sam arrived.

"Hey, foxy." He winked at you and you smiled. Sam always had a lighthearted air to him and you appreciated his presence.

"What's the deal, Tasha?" He asked.

"Where's Barnes?" She inquired.

"In the back with the owner talking shop. Why?" Sam answered.

"I think our bogey arrived." She said with an edge. Sam turned to look around the room,

"Where is he?"

"Tall, dark hair and a clean cut beard. He interrupted us on the dance floor." Nat replied. Sam whipped his head back to you.

"Are you alright?" He questioned. You nodded,

"I'm fine he was just persistent and it felt like he might've known who I was." Sam furrowed his brows,

"What do you mean? What did he say?"

"Nothing specific. It was just a feeling I got." you insisted.

Sam sighed, "I'll have Steve get Buck. He's not gonna like this and it might be best you get Y/N out of here."

"Wait, no I don't wanna leave!" You protested.

"You're Bucky's girl and this man stepped to you without him around, Bucky ain't gonna like that especially because he was clear about your safety." Sam stated.

"I know, I know. Can you leave that part out, I don't want things to get ugly." You looked at Sam, ready to beg if you had to. You were asking him to lie to his boss and that wouldn't go well either if Bucky found out. But you could handle that. You really just wanted this night to be normal, for once. Sam looked to Natasha and sighed.

"Fine. I won't mention you, I'll tell him Nat spotted him and that's it. Ok?"

"Thank you." You squeezed Sam's hand,

"Yeah, yeah you better cover my ass if he finds out I lied for you."

"Count on me." You promised. Sam turned and left you and Nat alone again.

You took a sip from your wine glass and waited for Bucky to reappear and ask you to leave. It didn't take long, you saw him striding for you and parting the sea of people as he went. His face was riddled with anger and he climbed up the stairs to you.

"Where is he?" His question was directed at Nat.

"Last I saw he was on the dance floor." She lied, but only partially. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, the other on his hip.

"Babe, come sit down. Let's think this through." You patted the seat next to you. Bucky looked down at you as if he was debating his next move, the song changed again and a waiter came up the stairs with a drink in his hand.

"A drink for you, Miss." he placed it down in front of you.

"I didn't order anything." You said, confused.

"Oh, it's from an admirer." The waiter said. Bucky grabbed the waiter by the collar. You jumped to your feet, your hands gripping Bucky's biceps in a feeble attempt to stop him. Nat stood as well but she knew not to interfere.

"Who sent it!" He growled.

"Bucky!" You shouted as the chorus of the song blasted in your ears.

She's crazy like a fool

"I-I don't know, Sir!" The waiter stuttered. Bucky shook him, gripping his collar tighter.

What about Daddy Cool

"Don't fuckin lie, tell me the name!" Bucky yelled.

I'm crazy like a fool

"I don't know, man I swear! All he left was this card! That's all I know!" The waiter whimpered. Underneath the glass was a white card with the initials T.S. Bucky dropped the waiter and the boy scurried away, tripping down the stairs as he went. You looked at him as he was seething with rage. He crumbled the paper in his fist and was seconds away from smashing the drink onto the floor when you tugged on his arm again.

Bucky smoothed his hair and his jacket, taking out a cigarette and lighting it quickly.

"Nat, you take her to the back and don't you fuckin come out until I say so." He commanded.

"Bucky, please!" You protested. He took a drag from the cigarette and shook his head.

"No. I'm taking no chances." He stated, he gripped your face and placed a harsh kiss on your lips.

"Do this for me, doll. Please."

You knew there was no arguing with him. So you went with Nat, you turned back to look at him and he blew you a kiss, you reached out your hand and caught it tightly in your fist. He straightened his hair, the cigarette bobbing in the corner of his mouth as he turned around. Last thing you saw was his broad back disappearing into the crowd.

What about Daddy Cool

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

The glamrocks plus Bonnie and Foxy react to a reader having a broken arm?

Glamrock Freddy

Immediately becomes a worried dad the moment he sees you with a sling/cast.

Even if you insist you’re fine, he’ll keep reminding you of the first aid stations around the Plex.

If there’s no signatures on your cast, he’d wanna be first in line! Conveniently, one of his fingers doubles as a marker for signing autographs.

He wishes you a speedy recovery.

If you broke your arm due to an incident within the mall, he’ll want to know everything and contact management/safety operations so it doesn’t happen to any other guest.

Montgomery Gator

He’s the kind of person to mutter "ooh, ouch.." under his breath whenever he sees a kid take a hard fall.

Though when you walk in with a cast, he asks what happened to you. Blunt and to the point.

If it happened because of a golf cart accident, he’ll kick the nearest empty one away from you.

He’s not the type to overly worry about people, though he does wanna sign the cast and does so very carefully. Much unlike his usual rough personality.

Glamrock Chica

Would hover over you constantly.

“Are you okay??? Please get a map of our nearest first aid stations! Be careful!!!”

She worries too much for her own good, though you appreciate the fact she paid more attention to people than pizza for once.

Usually you visit Mazercise on a regular basis but since you’re injured she understands if you can’t go.

Though you make an effort to at least walk around and she’ll just make sure you’re okay the entire time.

You’ll have to remind her it’s your arm that’s broken, not your leg.

Roxanne Wolf

The first thing Roxy will say is “can I sign it” before asking if you’re okay.

You let her write her signature across the cast, all pretty and sparkly as it shimmers under the spotlights.

Clearly it’s not the same pen she uses for kids’ autograph books or posters.

If you have any other signatures on it, they’re gonna get overlapped by hers. She doesn’t care.

“Now everyone will know I have the best handwriting.” She chuffs with pride, all smug.

Glamrock Foxy

Flips up his eyepatch in surprise. “Yikes, yer lucky ya didn’t lose an’ arm like your ol’ pal Foxy.”

You tell him you got into a dumb accident and broke it, though it’s healing perfectly fine.

He signs the cast by doodling his face and some inspirational quote in case you felt bad about it or insecure.

He’s gotta take one of the crayons from the daycare next door but it’s still a sweet gesture.

Glamrock Bonnie

Would try to gently discourage you from bowling (even if it’s your favorite attraction and you always try to go bowling when you visit) until your arm heals up.

He doesn’t want you to accidentally overstrain your good arm.

Likes Chica, he worries a lot though you reassure him you’ll live and tell him to go back teaching the other kids how to bowl.

And he does, while occasionally looking back to see you at the parlor, sipping on a milkshake and watching the games.

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25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

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Summary: Hangman takes his lady home for the holidays and she gets to experience a Seresin Christmas, with all the nieces and nephews.

“You’ll be fine, baby! Just come on and pack!” Jake called out to his girlfriend. She ran around their home, making sure that she had absolutely everything ready to go for their flight. The man laughed as he followed her into the bedroom for her third lap, and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close to his body with a chuckle.

“Jake, seriously! I need to double check the rooms and make sure we didn’t leave anything. Stop!” She started to laugh a she buried his face into her neck. The beard he had been growing for about a week tickled along her neck, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“Darling,” he drawled, “relax a little bit, alright? We’ll be alright. Now, come on. We’ve got a plane to board.” Jake dragged hiss girlfriend along with him to the front door where their bags sat, waiting for them. The couple grabbed the bags, and made their way to the airport. While Jake didn’t like to fly civilian, none of his friends could take them home for Christmas, which he understood. So he sucked it up, and had to trust a stranger with his flight. Thankfully, there wasn’t too much trouble in between California and Texas, which meant that their flight was smooth sailing.

Stepping out into the Texan airport, Jake stopped and took a deep breath in, and out. His girlfriend chuckled at his overdramatic actions , and continued to grab their luggage from the carousel. It was a blissfully chilly day in Austin, made evident by all the locals wearing coats to come pick up their loved ones. A sign saying “Mr. and Mrs. Hangman” catches the couples attention, while Jake starts laughing. His mom is standing there by herself, but everyone knew that the rest of the Seresin clan was waiting at the house.

“Jake! Oh hi babies!” She ran over and grabbed the couple in a tight hug. Mrs. Seresin pulled away and petted the top of Jake’s head lovingly.

“Oh look at you. You look well fed,” she turned to the other woman in the area, “and you my dear! You look positively glowing! Oh we can’t wait to have you too home.” And they began to make their way to the tuck, and to the ranch. The entire ride home was spent catching up, and talking about everything they can expect this Christmas. While this was not the first time the family was meeting Jake’s lover, it was the first Christmas that they had spent together. As they pulled up to the house, the family dogs came out and ran all around the truck. Jessie and Jenny were two Border Collie mixes that helped with farm work and were never excluded from festivities. Jake laughed as they tackled him into the ground, while his girlfriend took pictures instead of helping him up. Eventually, he managed to pull himself away, only to be tackled as soon as he walked through the front door yet again.

The dogs came in, but Hangman was, instead, tackled by tiny humans. His nieces and nephews got excited when they saw uncle Jake walk through the door. They climbed all over him, and laughed as he picked them up and swung them around.

“Oof! If you guys get much olde and bigger, I won’t be able to do this.” The kids let Jake up after a few minutes while his sisters came over and welcomed the other adults into the room. His dad was nowhere to be seen but he usually didn’t get to the home until after he got off of work.

“You guys are just in time,” his sister, Savannah, piped up, “we were just about to decorate some cookies. Y’all wanna join?” The couple happily agreed and made their way over to where the rest of the family had set up the cookie station.

“Uncle Jake, will you help me with my cookies?” One of his nieces, Clara, asked with wide eyes. Before he could say yes, another voice spoke.

“No! I want uncle Jake to help me!” Trevor, his oldest nephew, shouted. Savannah reprimanded the boy for shouting, and Clara began to cry. But, the adults in the room remained calm, and Jake grabbed both child’s hand.

“How about uncle Jake helps both of you on your cookies? There’s no reason why you can’t share. It’s Christmas kids! Come on. Let’s make some cookies for Santa to enjoy later.” This seemed alright with both children, and they happily started on their cookies with their sibling, and favorite uncle. A wail rang through the house and Jake’s other sister, Daisy, dropped her materials in favor of answering it. The rest of the family had fun putting different frostings on each cookie and covering them with different sprinkles. Eventually, Daisy came back in with a little bundle in her arms, and a small child behind her legs.

“Akie! Akie!” The little girl, who looked no more than two years old, yelled when she saw who was at the table. He gasped, and turned around with a big smile on his face. Jake dropped down to one knee and accepted the little girl barreling towards him.

“That’s Jake, sweetie. Jake.” Daisy enunciated his name for the little girl.

“Akie!” She continued to yell, causing everyone to chuckle. Her mother simply shook her head and bounced the little bundle in her arms.

“How you doin’ miss Anna Marie? You being good for your momma?” Jake asked, as he stepped away from the table for a bit. But Clara and Trevor didn’t mind. They simply pulled Jake’s girlfriend over to help them instead. The little girl nodded in Jake’s arms while he walked over towards his youngest sister. He kept his voice low as he talked to her, careful not to disturb the sleeping baby in her arms.

“How’s Jackie been lately?” He asked, looking at the little girl in his sister’s arms.

“She’s been good. Being a baby so I’m not getting much sleep, but her daddy has been helping whenever he’s home even though I know he’s dog gone tired.” She smiled at her brother and her oldest daughter. Anna Marie decided to snuggle into Jake’s chest, and if her hands weren’t full, Daisy would’ve taken a picture.

“That’s good to hear Mike’s helpin’ even with his schedule. Means I don’t have to beat anyone up this holiday season.” They both chuckled and watched the kitchen with interest. His lover, and his family were all having fun making a mess of the cookies. Gravel crunched outside, signaling the arrival of the men, besides Jake. His father, and both brother-in-law’s walked through with grocery bags in their hands; he had no doubt that they were sent to the store earlier by his mom. Jake went around and greeted everyone else as they came indoors, all while little Anna Marie stayed snuggled into his chest. She finally let go in favor of cuddling her dad, and Jake returned to the table where they had saved a few cookies for the rest of the family to make. He placed his hands on his girlfriend’s waist, and leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Having fun, darling?” He asked looking at the cookies.

“We most certainly are. Whatcha think?” She pointed to the cookies in front of her. They looked delicious, even if they weren’t going to be winning any contests anytime soon.

“They look good, baby,” he leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “not as good as you.” Jake pressed a cheeky kiss to her neck, while she turned around to swat him in the chest.

“Jake Seresin!” She hissed, but the smile on her face betrayed her actual feelings. He laughed behind her, and made no move to remove himself from her.

“I’m glad you came, baby. You fit right in.” He said sincerely, as she turned to face him once again.

“Me too, handsome. I’m glad I came.” They shared a short, sweet kiss before the kids at their feet started to “ew” loudly. Jake turned to face his oldest niece and nephew.

“Y’all two be careful, or else you’ll suffer the same fate!” He began to chase the kid around the room with laughter coming out of everyone. The kids laughed as they ran around before eventually being caught by Jake. And Daisy, with her arms still full with baby Jackie, had Mike record a short video for Savannah of Jake and the kids playing, with the Christmas tree in the background. Screenshots from that video became several new lock screens that Christmas.

[bellysoupset]

Halloween Saga - Part 7

Final stretch!

Leo felt like he had hit the mattress to sleep and his phone had started to ring right away.

It wasn't true, his alarm telling him Marisa should be arriving soon was set to three hours from the moment they got back into bed, but fuck if that wasn't what it felt like.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, glancing worriedly in the direction of his boyfriend in case the alarm had woken him up... And found an empty spot. Leo frowned, Jonah was the one who was supposed to be asleep.

Out of the two of them, he had been the one who was running on nothing but fumes, since he had worked during the morning of the Halloween party and then everything had been so convoluted since that he had barely summed three hours of sleep with all his short naps put together.

"Jon?" Leo rubbed at his neck, turning his head around until he heard a clicking noise and then he got up from the bed, walking out of the room, "Jonah?"

"Here," Jon called from the living room and Leo raised his eyebrows as he took in the scene before him. Jon was curled up on the far end of the couch, with JD sprawled on his lap as he scratched her behind her ears.

"I thought you were going to sleep, babe," Leo frowned, coming closer and smoothing a hand over JD's pale fur, smiling as she tried to grab his hand.

"Couldn't sleep," Jonah looked a mess, his eyes were deep in the socket and his face was a sickly shade of grey, "I'm super nauseous."

"Nerves?" Leo guessed and his boyfriend hummed in agreement, looking absolutely defeated.

"I called Bell's mom," Jonah mumbled, grabbing JD when she attempted to move to Leo's lap and pulling her to him, avoiding his boyfriend's eyes, "I got her a hotel next to the hospital, but she's going straight to the ICU."

"You did... I thought she was going to stay with us," Leo said, confused, "Jon, this isn't right-"

"I can afford the hotel," Jonah said calmly, "and it would be best for her to be close to her daughter and I really can't deal with guests right now, Leo."

Leo's mouth snapped shut. In his haste, he hadn't really given Jonah any thought. He hadn't considered what having a guest they didn't know would mean, especially in such a messy moment. At least JOn didn't look offended or wounded, just really tired.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"No," Jon shook his head, "you did the right thing. Luke's got tunnel vision right now, but Bella would want her mom. You're a great friend, baby... I just can't-"

"It's okay, I got you," Leo yawned, moving closer and squeezing Jon's knee, "do you wanna come back to bed? We have the rest of the day off anyway..."

Jonah rolled his eyes, "off work maybe, I have so much of the university stuff to do-"

"Jon," Leo glared at him, "no. Just no, okay? Take a damn break, you look like death warmed over."

The corner of Jon's lips lifted up in an amused smile, "pot calling the kettle black here, baby. Did you take your meds?"

"I did, I'm fine," Leo rolled his eyes, Jon always brought up his medication whenever he wanted to imply he looked like hell. As if missing one dose could be spotted so clearly, "really, I'm alright... No news from the hospital?"

"None," Jonah leaned his head back, gulping down, "Vince is still there and Wendy left just now, to go to the station... I should be with her. I should be doing something..."

"You did everything you could, Jon," Leo reached in, twirling a tight curl around his finger, "and no news is good news, right? You said it yourself that these surgeries take time..."

"...I know, I just hate sitting here, feeling useless."

"You're just a man, Jonah," Leo leaned in, planting his forehead to Jon's and squeezing the back of his neck, "come to bed and get all the sleep we can get, you know tomorrow is going to be chaotic, because the surgery will work and Bella will wake up, okay?"

"Okay," Jonah nodded, then slumped forward, pulling Leo into a hug and buried his face on the blonde's neck, "let's go back to bed."

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"Are you absolutely certain you don't want me to come with?" Vince's softness from before, the pulling down on the corner of his lips in a sad pout, had vanished. Instead Wendy was looking at his brows furrowed in an annoyed manner, his lips pressed in a stern line.

"No, I need you to stay and let us know about Bell... And I need to do this alone," she shook her head, "I love you, but I need to figure this one out on my own."

"You still haven't made up your mind?" The disdain tinged his words for a brief second and Wendy flinched. She knew damn well what Vince thought of this whole situation, his fury had only been made worse by the fact that Bella had gotten hurt in the fight.

However, Wendy was not going to be strong armed into sending a guy to prison without evidence. She was adamant on keeping a clear head, not let her feelings get the best out of her and end up accusing an innocent.

Whatever-was-his-name was the third blonde in a group of five. She had been asked to identify him and since her memory from the party was splotchy at best Wendy had been worried, but she shouldn't have worried.

The minute her eyes laid on him, she knew it.

He wasn't as tall as the guys in her friend group, but he was buff, with a greasy blonde bob, the tips dyed green. Deep sunken eyes, with a dead stare.

Wendy took a step back when he stepped forward in the line and the officer frowned, "Ms. Marshall?"

"That's him," she wrung her hands, trying to ignore the prickle of anxiety as the memories returned with a surprising vivacity.

Jonah with an arm wrapped around Bell's shoulders as she dragged him away. Wendy frowning at the bottom of her drink, finally tasting the salt. The whole room feeling stuffy and starting to twirl around her, her legs barely working as she made her way to the balcony area to catch some air. Those sunken eyes with droopy eyelids staring at her, hands on her arm, brushing over the side of her boob as he said "Let's go for a walk..."

Her trying to shove him off, mouth refusing to obey as she tried to form the words "no, stop touching me."

Leo grabbing her arm with such a force it'd leave a bruise, shoving the guy off of her and practically growling, "she's drunk, get your hands off of her." Bella jumping... Wendy's knees folding down as Jonah cradled her head... Bella's head slamming on the ground, as the guy grabbed her by the hair, Leo jumping in the fight with fists first...

"Ms. Marshall?"

"I- I need a second, just a second," Wendy said hurriedly, rushing out of the room, a hand pressed to her lips and nose as she suppressed a retch. She stumbled into the women's bathroom and beelined to a stall, shoving off the lid just in time for all the bitter coffee she had been drinking all day to come back up.

Her eyes stung, heart racing and ears buzzing. She didn't need further evidence of the night, not when the memory was so clear, not when she knew for a fact had him been the responsible for drugging her or not, he had for sure tried to take advantage of her. He was for sure the cause behind Bella fighting for her life in a hospital bed now.

He'd for sure do it again, if that dead, unresponsive stare was anything to go by.

Wendy sat back down on her heels, panting over the soiled water for a minute more, until she stopped feeling her heart in her throat and the horrible acidic mess trying to crawl up. She flushed it, walking out of the stall and to the sink and scowled at her reflection.

These past twenty hours had put her self-control to test. She hadn't felt this weak and vulnerable since... Since she was sixteen.

"Fuck this," Wendy scoffed, leaning in to wash her mouth and splashing cold water on her face, dabbing it away with some paper towels. She opened her purse, grabbing her little necessaire and fishing out her make up, forcing her hands to steady as she wiped away the smeared mascara and reapplied it on her bottom lashes.

She was not going to allow the moment of panic to get to her, it was not some greasy predator who was going to undo her.

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Bella opened her eyes to a bright, stark white. Wherever she was laying down, it was freezing cold. Her head was hurting, throat burning when she tried to make any noise.

This was scary. She couldn't turn her head at all, only stare at those bright lights-

"Hey, sweetie," a familiar voice said, then a shadow loomed over her, "Bella? Can you hear me?"

"Yes..." She couldn't raise her voice above a whisper.

"You're alright now, honey," the shadow said, calmly and Bell felt a tear slide down her cheek. She couldn't move her arms, couldn't do anything.

"Am I dying?"

"No, of course not, you're not," the figure reassured her again, then pulled back. Bright white lights blinded her and then Bella was out once again.

She woke up anew to a different voice, now in a fully dark room. She couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. Sounded like an older man, saying "on a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?"

"I wanna go home," Bella whispered, heart hammering away.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"N-no," she choked up, trying to move her body. Was someone holding her down? Her arms felt impossibly heavy, "I want Luke, where's-he?."

"Dear, what is your name?"

"I - I don't... Isabella," she tried turning her head, tearing up again. Her neck cramped, her cheek got pressed on something, "I wanna go home..."

"You're alright, Isabella," the voice told her, "Lucas will see you soon, we're gonna move you to the room."

"...Room?" Bella asked, but the voice didn't answer her anymore. She blinked against the exhaustion, trying to stay awake and communicate just how scared she was, but it was to no avail.

She opened her eyes to another dark room. This one was mildly illuminated and Bella licked at her dry, chapped lips, eyes darting around.

No longer she was in the bright place or the dark one, she was... In a hospital bed. Surrounded by flowers up to the ceiling.

Bella tried to move, only to feel the pressure holding her down once more, but when she looked down, she realized it wasn't that she was tied, but that Luke was holding her.

He wasn't asleep by her bedside with his hand holding hers, like she had seen in movies before, but slumped forward, cheek meeting the side of her mattress, top of his head touching her hip, one arm thrown over her waist.

"Luke," she tried to call out, hoping he'd wake up, but her voice was too weak, her throat too dry and raw, "Lucas."

He didn't even twitch and she let out a frustrated huff, glancing around the room again. Bella had never seen that many flowers in her life, not even when they had broken up and Lucas had been gifting her all sorts of things to get her back.

She closed her eyes, already exhausted just by being awake for thirty seconds and when she opened them again, the room was much lighter, although it wasn't fully morning yet.

Luke had moved just enough to press his cheek to her thigh, facing her now and Bella dizzily blinked, struggling to put him on focus. Everything felt hazy, her body was completely disconnected from her brain.

Bell reached out, then poked his cheek, right where she remembered there being a black hole last time she saw him. He frowned in his sleep, then opened his eyes and Bella let out a relieved sigh as she met them.

Then Luke's eyes widened and he jumped up, straightening up so fast that the armchair almost tipped back with him, "Bella!?"

His voice felt like someone had just yelled right in her ear. Bella let out a groan, grimacing as his shout echoed in her head and Lucas' snapped his mouth shut, moving closer, eyes wide.

"Bell?" he whispered, "Bell, oh my god, you're awake..." his hushed voice broke off and Bella watched his eyes tear up, whole face turning red as he tried not to cry and failed, "you're awake, I- I thought-"

"Luke," just saying that hurt and she grimaced, causing him to sniffle and shake his head, wiping away the tears.

"You-You're in pain," he sounded distraught still, hitting the button right next to her bed, "I-I can fix this, I can-" he pressed the button again, before reaching in, shaky hand cupping her face, "hi baby..."

Bella wrinkled her whole face as she felt her eyes sting, from pain and exhaustion. She let out a shaky breath, trying to communicate just how much everything hurt, how scared she was... How relieved she was Luke was there.

"Lu, I'mscared..." she slurred, words scratchy and barely making out and Lucas shook his head, leaning in even more and pressing his lips to her forehead, right over her left brow.

"You're alright now," he said, voice rough, thumb wiping the tears that were leaking out her eyes, "I got you, I promise. Nothing's gonna happen to you."

Bella let out a sob and then whimpered when it made her head throb even more. It was too much, the pain and the confusion all getting jumbled together, Lucas' fleeting touches both soothing and overwhelming.

A nurse burst in the room and Luke pulled back, but still whispered, "she's awake and she's in pain, can you give her anything?"

"I already paged the doctor, Lucas," the nurse said and stepped closer - a guy, mid thirties, with a head of curls.

"Hi Bella," he said gently, "I know you're scared, but we're taking very good care of you, alright?"

She tried to nod, only to find that she couldn't with how stiff her neck was, so Bella only let out a small noise, throat hurting like she had swallowed glass shards. Her vision started to grey at the corners.

"I'm going to get you some ice chips, they'll help with your throat," the nurse said sympathetically and stepped out of the room, returning less than a minute later with a paper cup filled with ice pallets. He handed it to Lucas, then busied himself with the other monitors, jolting down her vitals in the clipboard.

"Here," Luke whispered, holding a plastic spoon to her mouth, "it'll help, Bell."

The ice was a shock once it touched her lips and she shuddered, but obediently opened her mouth just enough for Luke to feed her the ice pallets. The soothing was immediate and Lucas opened a huge, relieved smile as he heard her let out a sigh.

"Better?"

"Better," Bella croaked, opening her mouth again for more and feeling slightly more awake, "what happened?"

"You tell us," the nurse responded, before Lucas could speak. He snapped his mouth shut, "what do you remember, Bella?"

She racked up her memory, only for a headache to spring forward. Until then the pain felt like she had hit her head, but the hard thinking felt different. Worse. There was a hole in her memory and it ached like a mental bullet wound.

"I... I don't remember," she looked at Lucas', alarmed, "Luke, I don't remember, I don't-"

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay," he was once again all over her, hand stroking her cheek, keeping her from moving, "it's alright, baby. You hit your head, it's normal."

New black spots danced in her vision, but Lucas kept chanting reassurances, a hand rubbing her arm up and down. He was so warm and she was freezing cold...

"I don't like this," Bella whined, head lolling to the left, cheek meeting his hand, "Luke..."

"The doctor's gonna be here in a second, Bell. The pain will pass soon..."

Her eyes felt so damn heavy, it wasn't fair. She wanted to stay awake, to understand what the hell was going on... But sleep was painless and it sounded more and more alluring.

Bella closed her eyes, "I want to go home..."

Over her head, Bella vaguely heard Luke worriedly asking if she was allowed to sleep, if this was expected...

When she opened her eyes again, there were more people in the room. A tall man wearing a white coat, was standing before her bed. Lucas wasn't near her bedside anymore, her mother was.

"Mom...?" Bella groaned, more lost than ever and her mother let out a choked out sob, a big smile opening on her face.

She said something and Bell frowned, eyes darting around the room in confusion and zeroing on Luke. He was leaning against the opposite wall, having just looked up once she spoke and he smiled at her.

"Bella, you're with us?"

"I'm... Yeah..." she turned to look at her mother again, confused, "mom, I don't understand you..."

Her mother looked up to the doctor, alarmed, "she no longer knows Spanish!?"

"She's just drowsy, Ms. Martinez," the doctor chuckled, "give her a minute. Hi Isabella, I'm Doctor Sullivan. How are you feeling?"

"Tired," Bella answered honestly, yawning, "my head hurts."

"From one to-"

"A six," she said quietly, looking away when Lucas scoffed "that's a sixteen" from across the room.

The doctor smiled at her, "alright, you're a tough one, Isabe-"

"Bella," she corrected, frowning and he nodded in understanding.

"Bella," the doctor stepped closer, "I need to examine you, Bella, is that alright? I'm going to touch your head and ask a couple questions so we can understand the extension of the damage."

Bella gulped down, looking nervously from the incredibly tall man, to her mother, then to Luke.

"Do they have to be here?" the words fell out of her mouth and her mother let out an offended gasp, while Lucas sighed, pressing his hands to his face to shield a frown from her.

The doctor shrugged, "no, of course not," he looked between the two visitors, "if you'd please step outside..."

Marisa grumbled something in Spanish at being pulled away from her daughter's bedside and planted a kiss on her forehead, her lips too strong, causing Bella to wince. Luke hesitated, holding the door open for his mother in law and looking like he wanted to do anything but leave.

"I'll be right outside," he said, then stepped out, shutting the door gently.

Bella's shoulders dropped and she sank back against the pillows, the doctor looking at her curiously.

"That's new," he said softly, "most people would want the opposite," he moved closer and Bella shrugged, wincing as it pulled on her neck.

"They worry too much," she glared at his hands as the doctor moved closer, clicking on a button on her bed and making it sit up slightly, "you were in the dark room."

"In the post op," he smiled at her, "you remember that?" then he continued "tell me if it hurts" and started touching around her head gently.

"I thought you were Death..." Bella grimaced and he let out a hearty chuckle.

"Death? Now, I'm old, but that's just mean..." he teased, then his fingertips ghosted over something that caused Bella to let out a cry and curl on herself.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm not touching anymore," he said, planting a steady hand on her shoulder, "I hope you like sleeping on your stomach, Bella. That's a nasty cut you got in the back of your head."

"Your work," she groaned, breathing through her mouth and staring at her lap. The hospital blankets were a baby green and she felt queasy as all hell.

"No," Sullivan shook his head, "the ones we made are right here," he lightly touched over her ear, finger ghosting on a her tender scalp, "you feel that?"

"Yes," Bella swallowed the nausea on the base of her throat, squeezing the blankets, "the other one...?"

"My guess is as good as yours," he gently pushed her back against the pillows, "hurts when you lie down like that?"

"Just a little," there was a rushing in her ear and Bella gulped down, "so the questions?"

Dr. Sullivan let out a snort at her attitude, but he didn't make any comment, getting to the task at hand. Certain things she got right, Bella could tell from the wrinkle on his cheek that appeared whenever he was suppressing a smile. Her age, her full name, the date, how much was 2+2 and how much was 16 divided per 4. Other things, not so much, such as a logic puzzle: Imagine we're playing Russian Roulette. I'm going to put one bullet in a six chamber gun and then shoot. Empty. Do you want me to spin the chamber again before shooting or not?

"...How is this a fucking question?" Bella groaned, rubbing her temple and the doctor smiled at her.

"Luke said you're good with numbers, Bella."

"Uhm... Not today," she yawned, "I don't know."

"That's alright, we'll try it again some other day. Can you tell me what happened the night you got hurt?"

Her heart dropped. She hated the holes in her memory, they made her feel... Exposed, as if she was lying through her teeth as she told him about a Halloween party and then... "My friend got hurt," Bella frowned, "where's Wendy? Is she alright?"

"You mean Dr. Marshall?" the man cleared up, "she's fine, don't you remember her? In the room?"

"The death room?"

"The death room," he chuckled, "she fought with her supervisor to be let in. You have a nice group of friends here, Bella."

"Family," she corrected, smiling, "can I see her?"

"I'll ask Dr. Marshall to come up as soon as we're done here," then he raised an eyebrow, "if you're not too sleepy."

"I'm not," Bella blinked, forcing her eyes to remain open, despite feeling like she might just fall asleep any second now, "I've just woken up, I'm awake."

"Alright," he wrote more down in his clipboard, then glanced at the door, "we're done here, unless you want me to know anything else. Do you need more pain medication?"

"When can I go home?"

He rolled his eyes, "let's get you through today, first, how about?"

"Uhm..." She leaned back, "okay..." she fought hard to keep her eyes open as Sullivan moved to the door, opening it, but much to Bella's frustration, her energy was slipping between her fingers like water.

She was just drifting off when she felt Lucas taking her hand in his, squeezing it and intertwining their fingers.

[rintoons]

𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 ★ (𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆. 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋) !

745 words; 1:20 am

it was freezing. you were freezing.

your fingers were nearly frozen stiff and at some point, you'd lost all feeling in your ears, your feet, and your nose.

you could hear nothing, save for the wind howling loudly outside. you had even turned the tv on, hoping that the movie playing would distract you from the reality that your limbs were slowly freezing over and eventually, they might even be stuck that way. but instead, your gaze was stationed to your right as you looked straight out of the window.

angry white flurries fell from the sky, packing onto the ground and blanketing the earth on a sheet of pearly snow.  just as you were about to reach over and don another pair of socks, the front door opened.

tsukishima walked in, lightly brushing snowflakes from his hair just as he turned to face you. immediately, a corner of his lips kicked up at the sight of you—well, of what was left of you.

"do i even wanna know?" he snorted, tossing his keys on the entrance table and sauntering over to the couch, where you were huddled up and covered in just about every blanket imaginable.

"d-don't be a dick, tsukishima, this is n-no laughing matter!" you scolded him even though your teeth chattered with nearly every word. tsukishima, on the other hand, seemed perfectly unphased.

"me? i'm not laughing?" he said, and proceeded to press the back of his hand to his mouth to force back a bark of laughter. "what even happened?"

"the heater is b-broken! soon enough, blood flow to my brain will stop and i'll be dead," you breathed out, trying to huddle closer even though your knees were already pressed flush against your chest.

"i'd ask you if you want a blanket, but it seems like you've already raided everything within a 20 mile radius," tsukishima cracked a grin.

"f—fuck you, tsukishima. g-god, i really hate you," you gritted out, trying to turn away from him to show your displeasure

"oh, come on, it's really not that cold," he said.

you glared at him, "are you kidding me? all that muscle you've put on clearly gives you some kind of advantage when it comes to generating thermal energy."

tsukishima cocked his head to the side, surveying you as you brought the blanket up to your nose. then, he sighed and plopped down beside you on the couch.

"c'mere," tsukishima said, beckoning to you with a wave of his hand. when you only stared at him, whether out of suspicion towards his sudden change in attitude or in fear of losing any of the small bit of warmth you worked so hard to gain, he repeated himself. "i said come here. dumbass."

you shook your head, "i don't wanna move, please don't make me. i'm cold enough as if it, i can't afford to lose any more—"

before you could finish your rant, tsukishima's arms wrapped around your body as he hauled you up onto his lap. he was too busy rewrapping your body in the mound of blankets, this time, adding his own body warmth to the mix, to realize that you were blinking down at him with pure astonishment.

almost immediately, you feel as if you were plunged into a hot bath. it didn't take long for you to scoot closer to him and wrap your legs and arms tighter around his torso.

"you're so—warm," you marveled, burying your face in his neck.

"don't get too comfortable," tsukishima warned, though he didn't try to distance himself. "i'm only doing this so you'll stop complaining.

"we're gonna be here for a while, then. the fixer dude isn't coming until later today," you said a bit mischievously, knowing that he's pretty much ensnared himself in a trap. you didn't even have to try.

for a moment, he didn’t speak, his gaze lingering in the area where your bodies touched. your soft chest pressed up against his muscular one and though he walked in the house feeling fine, he couldn't help but bask in your warmth as well.

then, tsukishima's lips spread into an easy smile and his eyes flutter shut at the same time yours does.

"if staying like this for the entire night will make you shut up, then i don't mind."

the words might have sounded harsh from the perspective of a bystander, but to you, they meant so much more. in any other case, tsukishima would’ve likely brushed you off and gone up to his room. if anything, you expected nothing more from him, especially since he had just come from work.

living with tsukishima had made you realize that he does things that may seem small in the eyes of others, but for someone like him, it’s a huge deal.

coming from work, likely tired and hungry, and still making sure that he put your well-being over his own was his way of showing just how much he loves you

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 >>>

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The Blind Banker (III)

Part 12 of the Arbitrary Lives of the Occupants of 221B Baker Street

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Warnings: Jealous Sherlock, Descriptions of strangling and breaking and entering, Sherlock is Sherlock, and if you squint some sherlock x reader stuff.

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Sherlock dragged Y/N along and practically shoved her onto the bus. All the seats were full, so the two of them were left standing in the aisle. Y/N’s jaw clenched as she harshly breathed in and out. Sherlock’s ever-looming figure stood over her. His hand still held hers. He hadn’t let it go and by the strength of his grip, he wasn’t going to any time soon. 

“You’re mad,” Sherlock said.

She turned around to glare at him. “Of course, I’m mad.”

“Why?” His blue eyes peered at her. He did her a favour, so why wasn’t she taking it? 

“You left John there, Sherlock. Your friend!” She rolled her eyes. “Every time, I think you're getting better. That you are opening up, then you go and do something like that.”

“I got you out of there,” he hissed into her ear. 

“I don’t care. You–we left John behind.” She exclaimed.

“John can take care of himself. Besides, the case is more important.”

She scoffed. “I don’t care if John can take care of himself. Don’t you get it, Sherlock?”

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. He only stared back with not a clue as to why she was mad. 

She lowered her gaze. “I’m done for the day. I can’t deal with you anymore.”

The bus came to a halt and their bodies swayed back and forth. Y/N lurched forward and ripped her hand out of Sherlock’s grasp. She pushed her way out of the bus and Sherlock stood there. His eyes followed Y/N as she stepped out onto the street. His growing gold from the missing warmth of her hand. Before Sherlock could chase after her, the bus kicked up and moved on. Sherlock could only watch her as her figure disappeared from view. 

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Sherlock pinched his nose. He needed to stop thinking about Y/N and her outburst. He was already feeling the beginnings of a migraine which began when she slammed the door shut after she finally returned to 221B. Just thirty minutes after he did. It took everything in him to stop himself from running down to her and apologizing. What for? He still didn’t know, but that wasn’t important. The case was. He removed his hand and examined the photos in front of him. The same hand that held hers. The sound of Y/N walking around in her flat downstairs echoed in his mind. 

Stop it, He told himself. 

There it is again. The slamming of a door, but it’s not Y/N. Heavy and angry steps proceed up the stairs and get closer and closer to Sherlock. 

“You’ve been a while,” Sherlock said. His eyes stuck to the pictures. 

Sherlock heard John pace around the room. John’s shoulders are rigid and his fists are clenched. He released them before closing them shut again. John’s face contorted as he strangled the air in front of him, hoping to release some of his pent-up fury.

“Yeah, well, you know how it is. Custody sergeants don’t really like to be hurried, do they?” His voice was tight. “Just formalities: fingerprints, charge sheet; and I’ve gotta be in Magistrates Court on Tuesday.”

“What?” Sherlock absently said. He did not hear a word that had left John’s mouth. 

“Me, Sherlock, in court on Tuesday,” John yelled. “They’re givin’ me an ASBO!”

“Good. Fine.” Sherlock hissed back. John’s voice bore the same tone as Y/N’s when she scolded him. 

“You wanna tell your little pal he’s welcome to go and own up any time,” said John.

“This symbol: I still can’t place it.” Sherlock brought his finger up to point at one of the images. Then he turned around and walked towards John. The man was shrugging off his jacket until Sherlock lifted it back onto his shoulders. 

“No, I need you to go to the police station …” Sherlock stated. 

“Oy, oy, oy!” John warned. “Why doesn’t Y/N go?”

“... ask about the journalist.” Sherlock continued. 

“Oh, Jesus!” John grumbled. “Why can’t Y/N go, Sherlock?” 

“She’s…” Sherlock paused. “Having a moment.” 

“She got mad at you, didn’t she?” John asked. 

Sherlock’s jaw clenched, “She’s having a moment.” His long arm reached out to grasp his coat from the coat hanger. As he swung it on, he instructed John, “His personal effects will have been impounded. Get hold of his diary or something that will tell us his movements.” 

Sherlock started to descend the stairs. John followed him with a smug look on his face. Y/N had gotten mad at Sherlock, and by the way, his friend was acting. She was really pissed. 

“Gonna go and see Van Coon’s P.A. If we retrace their steps, somewhere they’ll coincide.” Without another word, Sherlock opened the door to 221B and walked out onto the street. Sherlock did not even bother shutting the door. 

John watched the door swing on its hinges. Back and forth, just as his mind was going between his options. He could do as Sherlock has asked, or he could check up on Y/N, letting her know he was alright.  John gently closed the door shut. Then he turned around to face the door to Y/N’s flat. He looked up to the ceiling to contemplate the thought swirling around in his head. Raising a hand, he brought it to the door and knocked. The sound rang within the hollow material of the door. 

“Y/N? It’s John.”

The sound of the television buzzed off and light footsteps crept closer to the door. With a creak, the door swung open, and John caught sight of Y/N. She stepped back, welcoming him in. 

“Sorry about earlier,” she mumbled. “If I had known you weren’t able to run, I’d…” 

John stopped her. “Don’t. It wasn’t your fault.”

She sighed. “I know, but I can’t help but feel like I’m a part of it.” 

She looked toward the ground where Bjørn stood. He purred happily at the sight of John. The brown cat’s fluffy tail wagged as he stepped closer and closer to John. 

“Hello there, Bjørn.” John cooed. 

He reached down to pat the cat.  Bjørn’s meows grew louder, and John chuckled. 

“He must really like that.”

“I just think he likes you,” Y/N said. There was a short silence before Y/N blurted, “...want some chocolate?”

John looked at her wide-eyed. “Where’d that come from?” He laughed. 

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Chocolate always makes me feel better. Thought you might like some to cheer you up.” 

“I'm fine, thanks.” He replied. 

She nodded and walked into her kitchen. Y/N pulled open a drawer and picked up a bar of chocolate. She peeled the wrapper and began to bite into it. She closed her eyes and quietly moaned at the taste. 

John rolled his eyes and chuckled. 

“What?!” She said, “It’s good chocolate.”

“It must be really good if you practically moaned.” He chuckled.

“Oh, shut up,” she said in a teasing manner.

A silence fell over them as John pet Bjørn and Y/N munched away on her chocolate. John’s attention was soon drawn to the window. He saw cars and cabs drive by and he remembered what Sherlock had asked of him. He sighed. John didn’t want to help Sherlock at the moment, but he knew that it was important. However, John knew he didn’t have to do it alone. 

“Y/N?” John asked. “Mind coming with me to Scotland Yard?”

She shook her head. “No, John. I told Sherlock that I was done with him for the day.”

“Then you’d like to know, Sherlock won’t be there. Just me, you, and Dimmock.”

Y/N was quiet as she contemplated the offer. 

“We can stop at Speedy’s on the way,” John added.

Y/N groaned. “Fine, you got me.”

Then she left the kitchen and walked into her room. Soon she emerged with her coat and shoes in hand. She sat down at one of the counter chairs and slipped on her shoes. She jumped up and threw on her coat. 

“Be back Bjørn!” She waved. 

John opened the door for her and the two of them set off. As the two of them walked down the sidewalk, John noticed an older woman across the street. She was wearing a black tracksuit and sunglasses. He nudged Y/N’s shoulder and she turned to look. The woman across the street lifted her phone and it seemed as if she was taking a picture of them. Y/N narrowed her eyes, but a truck zoomed by blocking her view. By the time the car had passed her sight, the woman was gone. 

“Strange,” Y/N muttered. 

John shook his head in agreement. 

“Well,” She softly elbowed him. “You promised me Speedy’s.” 

John chuckled and nudged her back. The two sparked up a conversation as they strolled to Speedy’s. They took their time meandering along the way. Sherlock could wait, but their growing friendship couldn’t. 

____SHERLOCK’s POV_____

I’m back at the bank. It’s notoriously too loud here. How could anyone get any work done? I briskly walked through the rows of desks. Each person behind them repeated the same monotonous actions: The phone rings, they pick it up, they talk, the call ends, and they type away at the computer. As I looked around, I found at least fifteen people who were faking it. Their eyes scanned the same lines over and over, before looking down at their phones. 

My eyes catch sight of the woman’s blonde hair. Van Coon’s assistant. 

I leaned over her desk. She stared at me. 

“How can I help you?” She asked.

“Van Coon’s schedule from the past week,” I replied, flashing a fake smile. Smiling makes people more receptive to doing things for others. 

She nodded her head and began to type on her computer. I glanced down at her name tag: Amanda. 

“He flew back from Dalian on Friday last week,” she said. “Looks like he had back-to-back meetings with the sales team.” 

My eyes narrow. “Can you print me up a copy?”

“Sure,” she said. With a few clicks of a button, the printing machine next to her whirred to life. 

“What about the day he died?” I inquired. “Can you tell me where he was?”

Amanda’s eyes narrowed at the screen, and she shook her head. “Sorry. Bit of a gap.” 

The printer beeped and Amanda twirled around. She reached for the paper and handed it over to me. It was warm. Just like the papers Y/N printed out for me. I shook away the thoughts. Now was not the time nor the place. To distract my mind from the course it was set on, I examined the calendar in front of me. 

The calendar showed no entries for Monday the 22nd. I looked away, frustrated. A gasp escaped Amanda’s voice and peered down at her. 

“I have all his receipts,” she realized. “Would you like those printed out as well?” 

I nodded my head and waved her on. 

_____THIRD_____

Y/N and John took their time as they arrived at Scotland Yard. They finally had the time to catch up without Sherlock’s ever listening and condescending ears. Y/N chattered about Jim and all the dates he had taken her on. John mentioned something to her about wanting to meet him and she said she’d see if she could set something up. She also told John about a new trick she taught Bjørn. John’s eyes widened. He hadn’t realized someone could teach cats tricks like a dog, but then Y/N pulled out a video of Bjørn sitting and rolling around on command. 

As they walked through Scotland Yard, John could see the shoulders of officers tensed up. They peered behind the two of them. Afterwards, their shoulders relaxed upon seeing there was no consulting detective following behind. Dimmock was among those people. Dimmock stood up from his desk and moved towards the two of them. 

“What’s it now?” Dimmock asked. 

“We need the journalist’s diary,” John told him. Dimmock nodded and called one of the officers to bring him the box of Lukis’ things. 

The officer quickly retrieved the box and placed it on Dimmock’s desk. With a thwack, the lid was lifted up off the box and placed to the side. Dimmock reached his hands into the box and rummaged around. Y/N and John stood across from him watching as possession after possession was placed outside the box. Still no journal. 

“Your friend …,” Dimmock hesitantly said. He looked up at Y/N and John. 

John sighed. Whatever he was feeling, he wasn’t alone in the thought. “Listen: whatever you say, I’m behind you one hundred percent.”

Dimmock’s eyes flicked between the two of them. Y/N nodded her head urging him on. “... he’s an arrogant sod,” Dimmock finished. 

“Well, that was mild!” John laughed. “People say a lot worse than that.”

“I could say a lot worse than that,” grumbled Y/N. She crossed her arms over her torso. 

Dimmock triumphantly cheered as his hand emerged from the box with a brown journal. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? The journalist’s diary?” 

John nodded and took the journal from Dimmock’s hand. The pages are thick and well-inked. Page after page filled to the brim with scribbles of the deceased Journalist. Y/N leaned over and pointed toward a page that had been dog tagged. John opened it up and came to find that it was a boarding pass from Da Lian DLC [DaLian Zhoushuizi International Airport] to London LHR [London Heathrow Airport] on Zhuang Airlines.

“Might want to snap a picture, Y/N,” John advised. 

She looked down at her pockets and pulled out her phone. There was a flash and a photo had been taken. Y/N placed the phone back into her pocket. She looked back up at John, who flipped through the pages again. 

Maybe there was something in here that would be of use to Sherlock, he thought. 

____SHERLOCK’s POV______

I had instructed Amanda to lay out Van Coon’s receipts on her desk. I leaned over them taking my time to pay close attention to the date and location on the receipts. Amanda sat next to me. Her leg bobbed up and down in the most annoying manner. 

“What kind of a boss was he, Amanda? Appreciative?” I said while I continued to look at the receipts. Amanda’s leg had stopped moving. I smiled. 

“Um, no. That’s not a word I’d use. The only things Eddie appreciated had a big price tag,” She replied. 

I sighed. The font on the receipts is too small for even my eyes to see clearly. I kneeled down on the floor to allow myself easier access to them. Then I took my leather gloves off. In the corner of my eye, I saw a luxury hand lotion at the back of the desk. My eyes narrowed. 

“He bought that for you, didn’t he?” I asked. 

Amanda stopped fiddling with a green pin in her hair. She looked at me and her face flushed. I rolled my eyes and continued to shuffle through the receipts. My hands hovered over a particular receipt. I hastily picked it up and held it close. It was a receipt from a licensed taxi. Dated the day he died. 

“Look at this one. Got a taxi from home on the day he died. Eighteen pounds fifty,” I said. 

Amanda’s eyes pursed in thought. “That would get him to the office,” She noted. 

“Not rush hour; check the time. Mid-morning. Eighteen would get him as far as …” I ran through the map of London in my mind. 

“The West End. I remember him saying,” Amanda blurted. 

“Underground. Printed at one in Piccadilly,” I specified holding out the receipt for her to see.

“So, he got a Tube back to the office. Why would he get a taxi into town and then the Tube back?” She pondered. 

I glanced back over the other receipts. “Because he was delivering something heavy. Didn’t want to lug a package up the escalator,” I mentioned. 

“Delivering?” 

“To somewhere near Piccadilly Station,” I clarified.  There was something here in the pile of receipts. My eyes widened and picked up another receipt. “Dropped the package, delivered it, and then stopped on his way. He got peckish.”

I quickly thanked Amanda as I pocketed the two receipts and made my exit from the bank. I hailed a cab and instructed it to take me to the restaurant Van Coon had stopped by. The cab was taking longer than it should have. Rush hour did not start for another…hour, I thought. I took in an impatient breath. My mind decided to take a liberty of its own, showing me, again, the last encounter I had with Y/N. My jaw clenched. Despite being the world’s only consulting detective, I could not find the source of her anger. The anger and the woman it came from remained a mystery in my mind. My eyes narrowed. I’d have to ask John. He’d know. 

“Here,” The cab driver said. He turned around in his seat and reached out his hand. I paid him and stepped out onto the street. I pulled out the receipt and examined it one more time. 

“So, you bought your lunch from here en route to the station, but where were you headed from? Where did the taxi drop you off...?”

I began to walk around in all different directions. My eyes cast above looking for something, some clue. I feel a thud against my back. I bounce off of the figure who just crashed into me, and I turn around to look at the culprit. It’s John. In his hands, he held the journal I had asked him to get. 

“Sherlock?” John said. 

I grunted in reply. A swish of fabric behind John caught my attention. Slowly, my eyes peered behind him and saw Y/N. Her eyes casted down, avoiding my gaze. 

____THIRD______

“Right. Of course, you’re here.” John mumbled. 

Sherlock tore his gaze away from Y/N. “Eddie Van Coon brought a package here the day he died – whatever was hidden inside that case. I’ve managed to piece together a picture using scraps of information …”

“Sherlock …,” John said, looking between Y/N and his friend. 

“… credit card bills, receipts. He flew back from China, then he came here,” Sherlock continued. 

“Sherlock …,” John warned. 

“Somewhere in this street; somewhere near. I don’t know where, but …”

“That shop over there,” pointed out Y/N. 

For a moment, Sherlock’s face showed signs of surprise before forcefully turning towards the shop across the street. 

“How can you tell?” He pondered. 

“Lukis’ diary,” John replied. He lifted up the journal for Sherlock to see. “He was here too. He wrote down the address.”

“Oh,” was all Sherlock could muster. 

The three of them stood on the busy street. Passerbys moved around them as if they were a fork in the road. John looked back and forth between his friends. Y/N’s gaze was off in the distance. She still refused to look at Sherlock. 

“Y/N,” Sherlock began but he was silenced when she pushed through the crowd to cross the street. John shrugged at Sherlock before following his friend. Sherlock lingered there for a moment before chasing after them. 

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The ever-apparent colour of red. Red as far as the eye could see. Red lanterns above, red decorations in the doors and windows, red doors, and even some red markings on the ground below them. Amongst the red, Sherlock’s eyes could catch glimpses of gold. It shimmered in the sunlight. 

The smells of freshly steamed rice and pork buns wafted through the air. Y/N’s stomach began to grumble. She’d have to make a stop to get some. She’d also gladly use the excuse to avoid Sherlock. She was determined for him to come to her this time. 

Preferably not by being carried out her front door swung over Sherlock’s shoulders, She thought. 

The three of them had reached the stop that was mentioned in Lukis’ journal. The Lucky Cat it was called. Y/N was the first to enter the tourist trap of a shop. The colour red also made an appearance as several shelves were the same vibrant red that could be found along the streets of Chinatown. Besides the apparent colour of red, there were cats. The store was filled to the brim with decorative cats sitting on their hind legs. One of their paws was high in the air swinging up and down. Their smiles made John uneasy. The shopkeeper came out from the back room and smiled at Y/N. 

”你好,” Y/N greeted. 

The shopkeeper smiled and complimented her Chinese. Sherlock and John both peered over at Y/N as she struck up a friendly conversation with the shopkeeper. Sherlock and John looked at each other, amazed at the hidden ability Y/N had. Y/N waved to the woman and turned back to her friends. 

“What?” She asked. 

“Nothing,” John replied. He then looked over her shoulder and greeted the shopkeeper himself. “Hello.”

The shopkeeper’s smile faded. “You want a lucky cat?”

“No, thanks. No.” John replied. 

“Ten pounds. Ten pounds!” The shopkeeper insisted. 

“No,” John replied. He began to profusely shake his hands. Y/N giggled at the interaction. John looked at her with wide eyes. “Mind helping me out Y/N?”

The shopkeeper took one look between John and Y/N. ``I think your wife will like it!” The Shopkeeper winked. 

John’s face grew red. “No, thank you,” He replied. 

Sherlock tensed behind him. His long finger gripped the clay statue tighter. John quickly turned away from the shopkeeper and picked up the nearest thing he could find. It was a small white tea cup. Y/N had come up next to John. She was still giggling. 

John sighed and gave her a side-eye. 

“You can’t tell me that wasn’t funny,” She muttered to him. She leaned into him.  “Come on hubby,” she teased.  

John rolled his eyes. “Screw off, Y/N.” 

He picked up another tea cup and turned it around. Underneath was a bright red price tag. On it were the same symbols that were covering their mirror back at home. 

John’s eyes widened. “Sherlock.”

Sherlock’s ear twitched at his name and he placed the statue back where he found it. He approached John, coming up behind Y/N so that her back was against his chest. She tensed at the sudden sensation of Sherlock behind her. Then Sherlock reached over her shoulder to pick up a teacup. 

“The label there,” John pointed. 

“Yes, I see it,” Sherlock said.

“Exactly the same as the cypher,” John continued. He turned to Y/N and had to take a second glance. Sherlock stood so close, John could swear the two of them had merged into one person. When he finally differentiated the two, John saw that her jaw was squeezed tight and her lips were pressed into a thin line. A shadow fell over her figure. John could practically see the anger seething from her body. Her eyes looked as if they were plotting Sherlock’s murder in great detail. 

“Y/N,” John blurted. The woman turned to him. The darkness faded from her eyes as she looked at him. 

“What?” Y/N asked. She lifted her foot slightly before bringing it down onto Sherlock’s foot. Her heel grinding into Sherlock’s toes. John caught a wince in his friend’s face before he stepped back from Y/N. 

John awkwardly cleared his throat. “What do these symbols mean?” He lifted the cup to her and she peered at them. 

She took it from his hands and ran a finger over the price tag. “This is the number 15,” She said. “It’s from the Hangzhou number system.”

Sherlock lifted his head and began to smile. The case was finally starting to come together. 

“These days, only street traders use it. Those were numbers written on the wall at the bank and at the library,” Sherlock noted. He walked across the shop to pick up the statue he had been looking at earlier. Flipping it over he looked at the price tag. “Numbers are written in an ancient Chinese dialect.”

“What we thought was the artist’s tag – it’s the number fifteen,” John commented. 

Sherlock walked back over to John and Y/N, making sure to stay well without the woman’s comfort zone. “And the blindfold – the horizontal line?” He asked her. “That was a number as well.” 

Y/N thought back to the office and her original thoughts. “It’s the number one.” She blurted. 

“The Chinese number one,” Sherlock smiled. Y/N looked back down at the ground and his smile fell. 

“We’ve found it!” John cheered. His voice got quieter as he noticed the tension between Y/N and Sherlock had not been solved. 

Sherlock sighed in defeat before walking out of the store. John waited for Y/N, before walking out after Sherlock. The two of them step outside the door and see the same woman from before. She was still wearing the sunglasses from before. Slowly the woman raised her phone at them. Y/N stepped forward to get a better look but John pulled her back before a passerby knocked into her. 

“Careful there, Y/N,” John said. 

Y/N thanked him and looked back to where the woman stood. She was gone. Y/N frowned. John looked ahead at Sherlock who was pacing down the street. 

“Come on, Y/N.” He tugged at her jacket and the two of them set off after Sherlock. 

__________

The three of them were now sitting at the restaurant across from The Lucky Cat. John and Sherlock sat at a table together, and Y/N found an empty table which she took for herself. As far away as she could get from Sherlock, while still being able to see them and the shop. 

Sherlock glared at the empty seat between him and John before he yanked a napkin off the table. Pulling out a pen he wrote profusely on the surface. From what John could see, Sherlock was attempting to translate the number system. 

“What did you do? I’ve never seen her this furious with you,” John said. 

Sherlock scoffed before glancing over his shoulder to look at the woman of the hour. 

She sat in her seat and happily ate away at some dumplings. Occasionally, she’d chat with the waiter or a fellow restaurant guest. Most of which were fawning over her ability to commune in Mandarin. 

“Sherlock,” John grunted.

“I don’t know!” He yelled. A few of the guests around them turn their heads at Sherlock’s outbreak. 

“I don’t know. We were on the bus and she got mad at me for…” Sherlock’s eyes widened as he spoke. “I left you.” 

John rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “You just now realized that. Really, Sherlock?!” John began to laugh. It started light, then grew deeper and louder. “World’s only consulting detective and you just now noticed you left me behind?”

Sherlock stared blankly at John until his laughter died down. 

“Alright,” John said, regaining his composure. “Two men travel back from China. Both head straight for the Lucky Cat emporium. What did they see?” 

“It’s not what they saw; it’s what they both brought back in those suitcases,” Sherlock stated. 

“And you don’t mean duty-free,” John noted. 

A waitress appeared behind Sherlock, holding a steaming plate of dumplings. She carried it over to Y/N’s table. The woman was surprised and shook her hands. The waitress leaned down and whispered in her ear before pointing over to John. John refocused his gaze. The waitress was pointing at Sherlock. Y/N looked up. Her eyes landed on Sherlock, and then she spoke to the waitress.

It wasn’t long before that same waitress approached John’s table. She placed the plate of dumplings in front of Sherlock. 

“She doesn’t want them.” The waitress stated. She shook her head in disappointment and walked off. 

John gasped. He looked from the food to Sherlock. Then his eyes moved from Sherlock to Y/N. He laughed. “Good luck, Sherlock. Doubt she’ll forgive you anytime soon.” 

Sherlock’s grip on his pen tightened. “You try. I’m sure she’ll talk to you. You’re her husband after all,” he sneered. 

John leaned in close to Sherlock. “Are you…jealous?” The great Sherlock Holmes, jealous of John Watson? What a day this was turning out to be. 

“Of course not.” Sherlock spat a little too quickly. 

John’s eyes narrowed on his friend, looking him up and down. He chuckled lightly to himself. “She’ll forgive you. You just have to show her you mean it.” John replied. “Just don’t throw her over your shoulder again.” 

Sherlock nodded his head taking in John’s words. “Enough about Y/N. Think about what Sebastian told us; about Van Coon – about how he stayed afloat in the market.”

“Lost five million …” John began. 

“... made it back in a week.” Sherlock finished. “That’s how he made such easy money.”

“He was a smuggler!” John exclaimed.

The dumplings meant for Y/N were no longer steaming. John picks up his fork and sticks it in the golden exterior before plopping it in his mouth. 

“A guy like him – it would have been perfect. Businessman...making frequent trips to Asia. And Lukis was the same. A journalist writing about China. Both of them smuggled stuff out, and the Lucky Cat was their drop-off.” Sherlock said. 

“But why did they die? I mean, it doesn’t make sense. If they both turn up at the shop and deliver the goods, why would someone threaten them and kill them after the event, after they’d finished the job?” John questioned. 

Sherlock leaned back in his chair. His eyes pursed in thought as if he was a cat going into stalk mode. 

“What if one of them was light-fingered?” He mumbled.

“What d’you mean?” John asked mid-bite. 

“Stole something; something from the hoard.” 

John nodded his head following Sherlock's gist. “And the killer doesn’t know which of them took it, so he threatens them both. Right.”

Sherlock looked across the street. His gaze flew up and then back down. John watched as his blue eyes subtly darted in Y/N’s direction before returning to the table. 

“Remind me ...when was the last time that it rained?” Sherlock asked. Without waiting for John to reply, Sherlock stood up from his seat and excused himself from the restaurant. John sighed. He looked at the dumplings and Sherlock’s retreating figure. He looks at Y/N, who nods in understanding. Dutifully, the two of them leave the restaurant and follow after Sherlock. 

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Y/N sighed as she trudged back over to The Lucky Cat. Sherlock sat crouched over a package in front of someone’s apartment to the right of the store. He was running his hands over the wet plastic surface and the exposed yellow pages. 

“Sherlock, what are you doing,” heaved Y/N. “John and I were enjoying a perfectly good dum…”

“It’s been here since Monday,” Sherlock stated, cutting Y/N off. 

He straightened up and stared at the woman. “You can go back to your dumplings. John and I have no use for you anymore.” 

Y/N scoffed. “Right, 'cause that’s why I couldn’t leave for a date with my boyfriend.” 

Sherlock grimaced. “You said you were done with me for the day. So am I.” 

“Fine. I’m leaving.” With a turn of her heel, she began to march away. Sherlock rolled his eyes and caught her wrist, pulling her back. 

“I thought you said you have no use for me.” She said glaring at his hand wrapped around her wrist. 

Y/N looked towards John. “Want to help me out here?”

He just shook his head. 

“Alright!” Sherlock was exasperated. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” She urged. 

“What?” 

“What are you sorry for?” 

“I…” Sherlock glanced at John for some help. “I don’t know.”

“Sherlock the great Holmes doesn’t know,” She exclaimed sarcastically. Sherlock just looked at her with pleading eyes. Y/N’s jaw clenched as she looked to the side. “Fine. You still owe me an actual apology, the same goes for John.” 

Sherlock reluctantly released her wrist, still scared she’d run the minute he’d let go. When she stood her ground, he smiled to himself before buzzing the doorbell to the apartment they stood at. 

Ring. There was no answer. Ring. Sherlock buzzed the bell again. There was no sound. No movement behind the door. Nothing. 

“No one’s been in that flat for at least three days,” confidently stated Sherlock.

“Could’ve gone on holiday,” John suggested. That was a normal thing people did, something Sherlock wasn’t particularly fond of. 

“D’you leave your windows open when you go on holiday?” Sherlock asked. Y/N shook her head. 

Then Sherlock darted to the side and entered an alleyway. He was approaching the back of the building. Trash and litter were scattered all over the street. Most of it was brushed to the sides, making it easier for the three of them to navigate through. 

Sherlock came to a halt and looked up. Above him was a silver-tinted metal fire escape. There were small signs of rust in the corners where the steps met the sides of the ladder. Sherlock looked behind him and backed up like a runner preparing for a head start. Then he dashed forward, jumped up, and reached the ladder, successfully yanking it down to the ground. He begins to climb the ladder, leaving John and Y/N behind, still amazed as to how he had the agility to pull off such an act. 

John stepped forward to grab onto the ladder as Sherlock stepped inside the apartment. The ladder shot out and sprang back up into place. It now towered over John and Y/N just out of reach. 

“Sherlock!” John yelled. He turned to Y/N, “I’m heading to the front, hopefully, this time he’ll let us in.”

Y/N nodded before looking back up at the ladder. She was sure she could reach it, however, she wasn’t as tall as Sherlock, so she’d really have to jump. 

“I’m going to see if I can get the ladder back down,” Y/N explained. “If not I’ll meet you at the front.” 

John looked at his friend and then at the ladder. “You can try,” He murmured before leaving Y/N in the alley. 

Like Sherlock, Y/N looked behind herself. She walked back and stood a few feet farther than where Sherlock began. She took a deep breath and glanced up at the ladder. There was a part of her determined to do anything Sherlock could do, and then there was another part that told her she’d fall flat on the ground. Y/N looked around one last time. If she did fall, at least there wouldn’t be any spectators. 

Then, she darted towards the latter, jumping at the last second. Her arms reached their full extent. Her hand came in contact with the bottom step of the ladder. Upon feeling the cold wet surface, she closed her hands and yanked down the ladder with as much force as she could muster. 

When the ladder hit the ground with a thud, she cheered aloud and called out to John, but he was too far away to hear her. Y/N shrugged and began to climb up the steps and into the apartment after Sherlock. 

_______

Sherlock successfully climbed through the window and plopped down into the kitchen. It was well-kept. Dishes were put away. As Sherlock stepped further into the room, his ears processed a thud, quickly shot his hand out to grasp the falling vase before it hit the floor. After carefully putting it back down, Sherlock’s eyes narrowed. There was a dark spot on the rug exactly where the vase would have fallen. His eyes widened. 

“Someone else has been here!” He called out the window. His eyes were still glued to the wet spot on the carpet. 

Then, Sherlock trod carefully around the room. His eyes bounced off the walls like a ball, as he muttered to himself. “Somebody else broke into the flat and knocked over the vase just like I did.”

His feet took him into the kitchen, where he found the washing machine. The door hung slightly ajar and was filled to the brim with clothing. Sherlock grabbed an article of clothing before giving it a sniff. He crinkled his nose and plopped the shirt back into the machine. 

There was a buzzing from downstairs. The doorbell, Sherlock noted. 

“D’you think maybe you could let me in this time?!’ John shouted from outside. His voice sounded muffled through the walls. 

Sherlock ignored his friend’s request as he tip-toed around the rest of the room. 

Outside the flat, John sighed. He took notice of Y/N’s absence. If she did find a way in, she’d let him in, John thought. However, until then, he’d keep yelling at Sherlock. John lowered his head to the letter slot in the door, creaked open the tiny entrance, and in his loudest voice called out to Sherlock. 

“Can you not keep doing this, please?” John pleaded.

Sherlock was now sifting through the fridge. His eyes land on a pint of milk. He took it out, gave it a sniff, and coughed from the pungent smell before slamming it back into the fridge. 

“I’m not the first!” He called out to John again. 

“What?” Y/N asked. 

Sherlock jumped out of his skin. Her voice so quietly sneaked up behind him. He whipped his head around to find her sitting on the window ledge. She was still trying to swing one of her legs into the room. Sherlock sighed in relief. 

“Somebody’s been in here before me.” He repeated. He watched as her face squinted in determination, finally entering the apartment. She was out of breath. Her face was red from the exercise. She stepped forward and Sherlock’s eyes darted to the vase. “Watch out for…” It was too late. The vase fell to the floor. “The vase.” 

Y/N winced at the noise. “Sorry.” She whispered to him. 

“What are you saying?!” John yelled again. The two of them couldn’t hear him. 

As Y/N placed the vase back onto the table, Sherlock retrieved a magnifier from his pocket examining a footprint he noticed on the floor. The intruder had left a scuff mark and from the size of it, Sherlock determined it belong to a size eight foot. 

Outside on the street, John groaned his head thudded against the door. With the noise of the street, he couldn’t make out anything Sherlock had said. John peaked around the corner of the building and found Y/N to be missing. She was inside, he thought. John, rejuvenated with energy began to push at the doorbell. 

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. 

“That’ll be John,” muttered Y/N. She pushed by Sherlock and walked through the beaded curtain. Sherlock followed her. 

“Where are the stairs?” She whispered to herself as she walked back through the apartment. 

Sherlock had occupied himself with other footprints he had found on the floor. His steps followed closely to where the intruder had stepped. 

“Small, but ... athletic,” Sherlock murmured. He passes by a table and sees a framed photo. He straightened up and peered down at the photo. 

There were two small children- a young boy and a girl. They sat next to each other, smiles as wide as their small faces would go. Sherlock turned the photo to the light and caught a glimpse of a handprint. It was placed over the young girl in the photo. 

“Small, strong hands,” Sherlock noted. 

“Sherlock,” Y/N called. “Where are the stairs? I going to go let John inside.”

“Just to the left of the bedroom,” he said. Y/N nodded and left to go and let John inside. 

Sherlock glanced around the room one last time. His eyes landed on the open window in which he came through. 

“Our acrobat,” Sherlock frowned. “But why didn’t he close the window when he left ...?” 

Sherlock stopped. He could hear Y/N’s steps retreating down the stairs. Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Oh, stupid. Stupid. Obvious. He’s still here!” He exclaimed.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a folding screen. It was ornately decorated and had a few stray clothing items hung over it. It stood next to the bed in the bedroom. Sherlock’s eyes never left the screen as he pocketed his magnifying glass and stalked toward the screen. He reached out his right hand bringing it closer and closer to the screen. His fingers met wood and he yanked it back. He pursed his lips at the sight of two stuffed animals. They stared directly into his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a flash of white and Sherlock could no longer breathe. The intruder had collided with a long white scarf around Sherlock’s neck, squeezing it tightly. Sherlock fumbled as he tried to fight his opponent. The two of them backed into the wall.  

____

Y/N had found the stairs with ease and was making her way down, step-by-step. She had heard Sherlock mutter something as she walked down but ignored it. John heard her steps down the stairs. 

“Any time you want to include me,” John said. 

“Coming,” She sang as she reached for the lock. 

“Y/N!” John cheered. He heard one lock release. 

As Y/N began to unlock the second lock on the door, she heard a thud from above. Then more sounds. 

Her eyes widened. 

“Sherlock!” Y/N squeaked. She only heard more muffled banging. 

“Y/N?” John questioned. “What’s wrong?”

Immediately she ran back up the stairs. John only heard her vacating footsteps and groaned again. 

“Perfect. Left again,” John grumbled to himself.  He waved his hands in a mocking manner, his voice impersonating Sherlock’s. “No, I’m Sherlock Holmes and I always work alone because no one else can compete with ...”

John stormed to the letterbox and flipped it open.  “... my MASSIVE INTELLECT!”

____

Sherlock’s vision was dimming as his lungs fought for air. His hands fell just short of the attacker behind him. His attacker swung him to the side, allowing Sherlock to see a glimpse of Y/N. Her eyes widened at the scene in front of her. 

Sherlock couldn’t voice any words, but he tried to tell her to stay back. He couldn’t let her get hurt. He had to protect her. He tried to hit his attacker, but he had no more strength. His eyes went dark, and he fell limp. 

The attacker released his hold on the scarf and took a step toward Y/N. Her back hit the wall behind her. Her body sank to the floor. Every inch of her skin trembled. In the distance, there was another buzz of the doorbell. The masked intruder stopped his approach and then darted towards the window. He leapt out and disappeared amongst the rooftops of Chinatown.

Y/N ran to the window and shut it with a slam. She tried to take in a deep breath but failed as soon as she remembered Sherlock. She ran over to Sherlock’s unconscious body and fell beside him. Her hands shook him awake. 

“Sherlock!” She cried. 

Sherlock’s lungs welcomed the air and his eyes regained focus and that’s when he saw her. Y/N now hovered over him. Her hands held his cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted and shaking. Her eyes held fear in them. She was afraid. 

His eyes softened at the sight of her. She’s okay, thought Sherlock. He tried to raise a hand to hold her but his body was too weak. His muscles now remembered what it was like to have a constant flow of oxygen. 

John buzzed the doorbell again. 

Suddenly, a tightness formed in the back of Sherlock’s throat. He quickly sat up and coughed. He tugged at the scarf from around his neck and cast it to the side. He tried to stand up but a wave of dizziness hit him. His arms clasped onto the nearest thing in order to steady himself. He felt a warmth cover his hand. He looked down and saw that he was holding onto Y/N. 

“Sherlock?” Y/N’s voice faltered. “Are you alright?”

He nodded his head. His voice still comes back to him. 

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fine,” Sherlock wheezed. He brought a hand to his chest. His blue eyes captured the sight of Y/N once again. “Don’t tell John.”

“But he’s a doctor, you should have him make sure you’re alright,” Y/N argued. 

“No. I don’t need John or anyone to worry over me. I’m fine.” 

___

Downstairs, John looked at his watch in annoyance. He shook his head and looked around. He very well considered leaving Sherlock and Y/N to their own devices. 

A few moments later, the front door swings open. John rolled his eyes in an exasperated expression. He glared at Sherlock. 

“The, uh, milk’s gone off and the washing’s starting to smell. Somebody left here in a hurry three days ago,” Sherlock croaked. 

John widened his eyes at his friend’s voice. It sounded like he was hit with a bad case of the flu and hung over from a night on the town. 

“Somebody?” John asked. He looked at Y/N who appeared behind Sherlock. His eyes made a motion as if he was asking what happened with Sherlock. 

Y/N acknowledged John but returned her gaze to Sherlock. 

John pursed his lips. Y/N was now looking at Sherlock. John looked closer at the two of them. He noticed how Y/N hovered close behind Sherlock. John concluded that the two of them made up in some way. His brown eyes trailed over Sherlock who was now adjusting the collar of his shirt. There were pink and red markings all over Sherlock’s neck.

“Soo Lin Yao. We have to find her,” Sherlock said. His hoarse voice broke John’s train of thought. 

Sherlock looked down at his feet and caught sight of something new. A white envelope. 

“But how, exactly?” John questioned. 

Sherlock picked up the envelope and turned it around. It read: 

___

SOO LIN, 

Please ring me and tell me you’re OK.

 Andy

NATIONAL ANTIQUITIES MUSEUM

____

Sherlock shoved the envelope in John’s hands. “Maybe we could start with this.” He coughed. 

“You’ve gone all croaky. Are you getting a cold?” John wondered. 

“I’m fine,” Sherlock muttered. 

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what the marks on your neck are telling me,” John mentioned.

Y/N's face went slack and Sherlock’s eyes pinched shut. John shot accusatory Y/N and Sherlock a look. 

Y/N blurted, “John, it’s not like that. Sherlock was st…”

“Y/N” Sherlock coughed. “Don’t.”

She lowered her eyes to the ground. 

“I’m fine, John,” Sherlock repeated. His voice slowly regained its composure. 

John looked between his friends one more time. There was something going on and he was determined to figure it out. John looked down at the envelope in his hands. He’d have to wait for answers, but until then, it appeared to John that the three of them would have to visit the Museum again. This time, John intended to not be left behind and caught red-handed.

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Dukexiety Week Day 1- Tattoo Shop/Florist

Summary: Remus leaves his shop to bother Virgil at work with a gift.

Wc: 940

Warnings- existentialism, panic attacks

@dukexietyweek

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Remus stood just outside the door to the tattoo parlor, bouncing on his toes and shifting his weight from foot to foot. This had seemed like such a good idea ten minutes ago, and while he normally wouldn’t hesitate to just walk in, something felt off today. It was on the tip of his tongue, an irritating niggle in the back of his mind that wouldn’t shut up for two seconds.

Swallowing his energy for the moment, Remus strode forward, pushing open the door with the arm not held behind his back and waving brightly at the patrons who turned to inspect the newcomer at the sound of the doorbell. He had to admit he was a little impressed that they weren’t in enough pain to just ignore him. Remus glanced around the shop, eyes darting directly to Virgil’s station. His heart leaped into his throat to find the station empty, the only sign it was ever used was a couple of concept art drawings hanging from the wall next to the tattoo gun. 

Frowning, Remus turned back to the front desk.

“Where’s Virge?” 

A man riddled in piercings to make a porcupine jealous and covered in enough ink to illustrate an entire novel rolled his eyes, “In the back on break. I think he’s booked for the afternoon-”

Remus was already pushing past, “I don’t need an appointment- thanks!”

“Hey!” the man shouted after him, but Remus had already darted to the back of the shop. 

The backroom was surprisingly office-like for the dark edgy main floor of the shop, brightly lit with beige tiled floors and bland walls. The biggest pop of color to the room were several cork boards along the walls covered in schedules, notes from management, and several pieces of art made by the tattoo artists. Remus glanced around and stopped in his tracks when he spotted Virgil curled up in the corner of the room.

"Baby!" Remus called softly, walking over and sitting on the floor next to him, "what- what's wrong, scarebear?"

Virgil’s eyes snapped up at the sound of his voice, blinking from within the dark recesses of his hoodie, pulled tight over his face. "Rem?"

"Yeah, it's me, baby. Are you okay?"

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?"

Remus chuckled, "I left the shop in good hands. I wanted to see you."

"Who?"

"JJ's watching. And Rome was gonna drop in soon so everything is fine. What's wrong?" Remus ask again, mad that his premonition had been right.

"I- I can't do it," Virgil mumbled, looking down to avoid Remus's eyes, "too much. Bad day."

Remus's heart fell from his throat down to his stomach, "a bad brain day? Well good thing I brought these," he carefully pulled a small terra cotta pot from behind his back, packed with soil and a couple flowers standing tall on long stems. "I figured.. we have some at home and you love the carnations in the greenhouse, so why not bring you a couple for work…"

Virgil looked back up, blinking the overwhelmed tears out of his eyes and rubbed at his cheeks with his sleeve, "they're just gonna die. We're all gonna die- Rem- why-?"

Remus shushed softly and shuffled closer to wrap an arm around Virgil’s shoulders, "just breathe with me, emo. It's gonna be alright."

He started to breathe in long slow breaths to demonstrate for Virgil, rubbing his shoulder and pushing the flower pot closer to him. Shaking with the effort, Virgil reached forward until his finger tips were brushing the petals of the carnation.

When the man with the copious tats and piercings came back to pull Virgil back on the floor to take a customer, Remus growled held Virgil closer, not about to let his boyfriend get pushed around. It seemed like forever, but Virgil eventually calmed down enough to turn and hug Remus closer himself.

"That's my baby," Remus beamed and kissed his forehead, "wanna call it a shift and come back with with? The carnations miss you, baby."

"Frankie's gonna be pissed," Virgil murmured, leaning into Remus's shoulder.

He laughed softly, "no one is gonna tell you no when I'm around, sweetpea." Remus hummed and nuzzled Virgil’s cheek, "my lilac lover. I think you need a break and any good boss would give you one by rescheduling your appointments."

Virgil sniffed, "but…"

"Butt," Remus giggled.

"But… my three o'clock is for a rainbow carnation," Virgil whispered.

Remus gasped, "you didn't tell me you were doing carnation tats! I gotta get one-" he whined and gave Virgil pleading eyes.

Virgil chucked, "where? You've barely got canvas left, babe."

"What about my forehead? Does it look empty to you?" 

Virgil snorted, "nooo I don't do faces!"

"Oh come on! You could give it little kissies in bed!" Remus pouted and kept pleading with Virgil, glad to see him laughing again. 

"Absolutely not," Virgil replied firmly, shaking his head.

"Will you at least keep these babies at your station to remember me at work? And help you keep calm?" Remus asked, picking up the clay pot again.

Virgil reached for the pot and held it gingerly, inspecting the flowers, "I guess…"

"Yay!" Remus nuzzled him again, earning a bright laugh from his boyfriend.

"Okay okay- see you at home? Or do you want me to pick you up at the shop?"

"Yeah, we can walk home from the greenhouse," Remus nodded, "call me if you get overwhelmed again?"

Virgil sighed, "yeah.. how did you know today?"

"Just had a feeling, beautiful," Remus kissed his cheek, "you got this."

"Thank you, Re."

"You got it, Vi."

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Yandere-ish Vance Hopper Part 2

(Of Age Vance & Reader)

(Tw: Abuse,Implied Killing,Manipulation)

After seeing Vance snap your boyfriend’s neck. (Well, ex-boyfriend now) He declared himself your new one.

You didn’t bother to ask him how he disposed of the boy’s body. He gave you a small peck on the cheek and smiled. “I took care of it.”

Of course, this was only after he’d hurt you. He only did it to remind you of what happens when you disobey him.

You learned to not disobey him after.

He had broken your dominant hand. Shattering the Lunate and fracturing your middle finger. Now you had to let him to everything for you! Not to mention the lingering bruises and dozens of cuts.

The same day he killed your ex, he dropped you off at your own house. There was always this little facade he put on for your family. No one seemed to be phased.

He banged on the door as he held your bloodied and beaten body in his arms. Your older sibling rushed to open it, almost fainting on the spot due to your injuries.

As your family drove you and Vance to the hospital, he came up with some elaborate story to tell.

“I was walking downtown to get My ‘Ma her hairspray. Y’know how she’s always working. When I was walking past Clyne’s bookstore I heard shouting. Then I turned the corner and there she was. Laying on the cement as Johnny beat her to a pulp. I yelled at him to stop and fuck off but he didn’t. So I had to teach him a lesson! I scared him badly enough he ran off. God knows where to. I picked (Y/n) up, laid her in my back seat, and drove her home.”

Your dad gripped the wheel and shook his head. “I always knew that Johnny boy was trouble!” Your mom shouted.

Once the doctors had examined you and cleaned you up, they let your entourage in the room. “She must be Lucky to have such a fine young man in her life.” The doctor said, patting Vance on the shoulder.

As your family peppered you with hugs and gave you kinds words, you couldn’t bare to look at Vance. You hated how your family believed him. If you told them the truth, he’d probably kill you too.

But everything he did was for you.

All those boys who hit on you who were suddenly transferring school districts? You never said thank you. The girls who bullied you for not understanding the English assignment? You didn’t ask where they went when they moved away.

You pushed him out of your life, and he was determined to get back in it. He’d do whatever it takes.

“We’re going to go down to the station and file a claim, hun. Vance has already offered to let you stay with him until we get home so you can rest I’ll ring your mom when We’re back ok?” Your mom gave you one last kiss before doing the same to Vance; your father and sibling following.

Right after, the doctor had come back in to clear you. He scheduled a follow up-for the next week. “Keep the sling on and change the bandages daily.” Was all he said.

Vance took your non injured hand and led you out to his truck at the back of the parking garage.

The second the doors shut you began to sob hysterically. He leaned over, wiping your tears as he ran his hands through your hair.

“Don’t cry doll. I did it for us! I did it for you. I love you. Y’know that right?”

As he questioned you, his hand immediately went back to your bruised throat, gripping it ever so slightly; but enough to make you cry.

You nodded your head, putting the un-slinged one over his. “I l-love you too Vance.”

He seemed content enough with your answer. So much he even kissed you on the lips!

As he started the car and adjusted his mirrors he pulled out into the lower levels of the garage.

“Good. Then remember it next time.”

[depravity-n-savagery]

「 Inked and Owned 」

✯ Pairing: Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader

✯ Summary: You lose a bet with Eddie and have to get a tattoo. He comforts you because you're worried about the pain, but you discover you actually enjoy it. ~

✯ CW: Smut, Needles (for getting a tattoo), Masochism, Spanking, Fingering, Choking, Friends to lovers, Praise kink

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

✯ Word Count: 3.8k

✯ A/N: Just realizing my favorite fics always take a couple days for me to finish, haha. Writing this almost made me wanna get another tattoo 🤣. Hope you enjoy ♡

Sometimes you really got yourself into situations without thinking. This particular time was one of the biggest.

"Come on, I'll be right there with you the whole time. You're gonna be fine." Eddie patted you on the shoulder, trying to reassure you for the fifth time today. Other people might not have noticed just how nervous you were but, as your best friend, Eddie was tuned in to your mood changes.

There was no one to blame but yourself. You're the one who decided to strike a deal with him. A bet, sort of. If he got his grades together and graduated, you would get a tattoo of his guitar. Nothing huge - you were a tattoo virgin after all - but visible. It seemed like a cool idea at the time. You wanted your best friend to walk that stage with you at the end of the year. Plus, his guitar was beautiful. You wouldn't mind having it be a permanent part of your body, the same way Eddie was a permanent part of your life. What you did mind was the needle, and the stories you've heard about the process being excruciatingly painful.

"Here lies Y/N." You groaned dramatically, clasping your hands over your chest. Letting out a faux death rattle, you laid back across Eddie's lap and played dead. He chuckled, poking your ticklish side and springing you back up into a playful shoving match with him. That is, until the woman behind the counter cleared her throat and reminded you both where you were. Seated next to each other in the tattoo parlor. Waiting for your turn like a lamb to the slaughter.

Just like that, the nerves were back.

Eddie sighed, taking your hand in his to get your full attention. "Look, I've done this multiple times. If it was really that painful, don't you think I would've told you about it?"

"But you like pain." You said plainly.

His cheeks flushed almost instantly, eyes wide and shifting to look anywhere else but directly at you. "Well, causing pain and taking are- ..T-They're two different-. THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT!" He refused to look right at you but he could already sense the shit-eating grin on your face. Naturally you two spoke about everything with each other. That included whatever sexual interests and escapades either of you got into. He had way more experience in that area than you did. You've only slept with two guys so far and they were utterly disappointing. Both of those nights you left their place and went straight to Eddie's, frustrated and needing someone to make you laugh. Of course, he came through every time.

The woman at the counter called you up, going over the basics. Paperwork was already signed when you guys both arrived. Only thing left was to step behind the curtain and meet your maker. Eddie, true to his word, was right by your side. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, leaving small indents in your fingers with his rings.

Behind the black velvety curtain was a muscular bald man, way taller than you and covered in tattoos. He was setting up his station when you both entered his space. "Eddie!" The man called out, reaching out to give him a fist bump. Not only did he do a few of Eddie's tattoos, but he actually came to see Corroded Coffin play a few times. Which meant he was familiar with the guitar in question.

Your eyes zeroed in on the instrument of your undoing, held in the man's hand as he spoke to Eddie briefly. Your favorite metalhead mumbled something along the lines of 'take care of her, she's precious'. The same way he'd spoken about his guitar whenever you asked him to teach you. Jelly-legged, you shuffled into the chair and felt your heart begin to race. At this rate you were going to pass the fuck out before things even got started. How embarrassing would that be?

Your hand was squeezed again, then gently lifted and brought to Eddie's lips. Plump and soft, you watched him press a kiss into the back of your hand. An unfamiliar warmth crept up your body. From your core and straight up into your cheeks. Holy shit. His lips have never touched you before, and fuck now you could only think about all the places you wanted them to touch- aht aht! Get your mind out of the gutter! This was just his way of comforting you, right? A little extra, but that's Eddie in a nutshell. Expect the unexpected.

While you had an internal crisis, the taller man carried on prepping the spot on your shoulder. This is it. The final curtain call. If only you could focus on the looming threat, instead of tunneling in on the second - no, third kiss being placed on your hand. So you scoffed, trying to regain some of your composure. "Jesus, Eddie. I'm not giving birth here."

"Are you sure? 'Cause you're sweating like you're in labor." You shot him a look that said 'just you wait, Munson'. He wasn't getting away with that one. It would have to wait. The man gave you a moment to brace yourself, holding the buzzing instrument just an inch away from your skin. Get it over with. Finally, he pressed down and… wait, this is it?

The sensation did hurt, in a way, but not nearly the way you expected. It was like a dull prick, similar to getting a papercut. Just…on vibrate. And in rapid succession. Out of disbelief you turned your head to look, watching the outline of Eddie's guitar come into shape. The more you looked at the process, the less you worried about all the warnings and clearly over exaggerated stories.

Eddie must have sensed your relief, because it appeared to bring him relief too. He exhaled, relaxing his shoulders and flashing you one of his heart melting smiles. Dimples on full display. "See? I told you it wouldn't be that bad." Yet he still held onto you, and you had no plans on pulling away from him.

The challenging part was where there was shading, and areas that had to be filled in. By now the skin had been pricked and scraped so much it was numb, but going over it again had you tensing up. It was unexplainable, because it did hurt, but that wasn't all. The vibrations were felt in a spot you had hoped to keep uninvolved in this adventure. Your core throbbed, demanding attention and forcing you to question things about yourself. Maybe Eddie wasn't the only 'freak' in this friendship. You were pretty sure he wasn't rock hard during his own tattoo sessions. No, it had to be you. Struggling against the urge to squirm in your seat, just to get some friction against your oversensitive cunt.

Ring-clad fingers rested on your bare thigh, putting a stop to your not-so-subtle shifting. Curse the summer heat and your decision to wear a skirt. A skirt that was now slightly hiked up and exposing enough leg to be considered downright sinful. Sinful, like those thoughts you're having right now.

"-okay? Y/n?"

"Huh?" Your bubble of pervy spiraling popped, bringing you back down to earth.

"I asked if you were okay. You seem pretty squirmy. Is it the blood?" There was blood? Sure enough, the tiniest ruby drops were visible. Just as visible as Eddie's hand higher up your thigh than it was a minute or two ago. The thinnest smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "Or is it something else?"

He knows!! You couldn't place how, or when he figured it out, but he must have. The way his fingers flexed, just a twitch away from being under your skirt. Feeling the arousal that left your panties damp - you prayed to whatever deity would listen, that you didn't leave a wet spot when it was time to leave. If the tattoo artist picked up on any of this, he didn't react. A master of minding his own business. He just carried on with the finishing touches and shadings.

The trip back to Eddie's trailer was less conversational. Black Sabbath playing at almost max volume to make up for the silence. What gives? Ever since you both left the tattoo parlor, he's been quiet. Distant. A neck-snapping change from the way he was caressing your thigh earlier. Did you manage to weird him out?

On a good note, the end result of your time in that chair was more than just soiled undergarments. The tattoo was stunning, and you couldn't stop peeking over at your shoulder to look at it with a smile.

"Enjoying the new ink?" The first thing you've heard from him since this car ride started. You had to bite back the snarky response that was locked and loaded on your tongue. The silent treatment offended you more than you were willing to admit.

"Yeah." You shrugged. "I could do that again. Easy."

"Easy for you." He remarked under his breath, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes shifted back to the road, landing on the welcome sign for Forest Hills Trailer Park. Your festering attitude had you almost ready to just go home and sulk, but you were already this far. Plus, you were in no rush to see your parents reaction to your 'new ink'. So when Eddie parked and got out of the van - without even opening your door like he usually would - you begrudgingly followed.

Eddie's uncle was absent, most likely working. Great. One less person to possibly talk to. His uncle was actually quite fond of your friendship with his nephew. Especially with the way everyone else treated him. When he was around, he would talk with you like you were another young rebel he's taken into his home. Like family. Once you were allowed free range to rummage through their kitchenette cabinets for a bowl of cereal, you knew it was official. Maybe he could've clued you in on what was going on with your friend now. The one who was pacing the length of his bedroom, wrenching his hands through his untamed mane.

Something has to give. "What is your damage, Munson?" You were seated on the edge of his bed, propped up on your elbows while you laid back. You saw him stop in his tracks just a couple feet away from you.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry for bein' such a dick, sweetheart. I'm just…" His worn black boots tapped a rapid pattern on the floor. "...struggling right now."

"With what?" Your attitude was dwindling down to actual concern once you realized the turmoil he seemed to be in.

"I can't believe-" The sentence stopped short, probably being swapped out for one that was easier to digest. "I know what was going on back there, uh, while you were being worked on." His eyes glanced over the shiny, inked skin on your shoulder.

Ah. So your fears were confirmed. Someone had finally managed to out-freak the 'freak' and it just had to be you. You sat upright, shamefully keeping your eyes on the floor. Last thing you needed to see was a look of disgust on his face. "I- I didn't know that would happen. I'm sorry you had to see it." Tears welled up in your eyes, defying how much you tried to blink them away. "I guess it was pretty…sick." The word made you shudder. Never imagining that it would be used to describe yourself.

There was more silence, then a shifting. Eddie's boots turned in your direction, the view of them joined by his dark jean-covered (well, the only part of his legs peeking out from the ripped denim) knees lowering onto the floor. "Look at me." It was softly spoken, but the tone was firm. He clearly wasn't asking. You obliged, lifting your face up to meet his. The kneeling made him level with you, eye to eye.

"I didn't think it was sick, Y/n. Don't ever talk about yourself like that again, do you hear me?" His eyebrow raised, disappearing under his bangs. A totally inappropriate time for you to be swooning over that tone he took with you. You enjoyed his scolding, but gave him a nod just to move the topic along.

"Then what is it?" A small whimper shook free from your lips. You were on the verge of sobbing. "What did I do wrong?"

"No no no, sweetheart." He cooed. Seeing your eyes glossed over with tears nearly broke him down. Especially knowing that him and his own faulty actions were the cause. "You didn't do anything wrong. I just- FUCK this is hard."

"Just spit it out!"

"I want you." His jaw was clenched, straining to push his words through his teeth. "No, I have wanted you for a long time. Then all summer you come around in your short skirts and tight little shirts- fine. I could control myself then." Taking a deep breath, he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, taking it into his mouth to chew at the corner. "But today.. seeing you so turned on." He palmed at the tent in his jeans, adjusting himself for comfort. No doubt he was straining against the zipper. "All I could think about was fucking you right then and there. My hand around that pretty throat… or pinching those hard nipples…"

Someone in the clouds must've heard your silent prayers. Looked over your shoulder as you childishly doodled Eddie's name in your journal, and aligned the stars to bring you here. Where your jaw was hanging, drying out your mouth enough to make you cough. Fuck. The feeling was mutual. Every night you've spent bringing yourself to climax with his name on your lips, he was probably right here doing the same. Milking his cock to the thought of you.

He wasn't done with his confession. Just paused to let it sink in. "I've been holding back because I didn't want to ruin anything or scare you away. I don't want to lose you."

That was the culprit. Sexual frustration.

Emboldened by the knowledge that your feelings were actually shared, you looked up at him. His brown doe eyes torn between wanting to glare and wanting to cry. "You'll never lose me. I mean, come on. I got your guitar tatted on me. I might as well write your name in bold print across my tits. Would that be obvious enough?"

The metalhead was too stunned to speak. So you carried on, reaching for his left hand that was resting on his thigh. "I wanted you on my body. Where the whole world could see." He didn't resist as you lifted his hand up to your neck, guiding his fingers to wrap around as much of it as he could. "I want you to leave your mark on me, Eddie."

A darkness washed over his face, and it almost scared you, but excited you at the same time. His grip tightened, squeezing the sides of your neck so he wouldn't damage your windpipe. Thank god, he kept his rings on. The way they pushed into your skin made your eyelids flutter. Soon he was standing, pulling you up with him until you both stood at the foot of his bed.

"Are you sure? About this?"

You nod, not wanting to strain yourself against his hand. Once he got that confirmation his lips were on you. Crashing into your jaw, your cheek, your collarbone, and finally landing on your lips. He was making up for lost time. All these months you've spent stupidly avoiding these feelings, when he could've been doing this. You yelped weakly, feeling his teeth graze and nip along your bare shoulder (the one that wasn't tatted). Each bite had your thighs trembling.

Clothes were such a nuisance, and Eddie shared your desire to be rid of them. Only releasing your neck so he could strip himself naked while you did the same. He was so eager, he had to stop himself from just shredding the material and ripping it right off of you. His hands roughly groped every bit of skin you uncovered, even pinching in certain areas. Your ass, for example.

The sharp pain was gone as soon as you felt it, which had you frowning. You wanted the sensation to last. To feel that consistent sting, like when you were getting tattooed. "Mm, smack it." You said between desperate whines, backing your ass into the palm of his hand.

He obliged, giving the right cheek a hard smack. It sent a ripple of movement through your ass, making him suck in a deep breath. "It's so soft, and jiggly." Another smack came down, on the left cheek. Swift and hard. He smoothed his hand over the impacted spot, massaging out the ache and spreading your cheeks. "I don't know if I want you over my knee, or on my face."

Both options were sure to drive you insane in the best way possible. But the mental image of being over his knee, made your thighs clench. Your Eddie, holding you down while he spanks your ass till you're blue and purple. "O-over your knee sounds uh- I'd like that. I think."

The bed creaked under Eddie's weight as he sat, patting his bare thigh. Butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It's now or never, Y/n. So you did as instructed, and laid yourself over his thighs. Your ass exposed fully to him. Boy was he about to take full advantage of that. Roaming the full expanse of your rump with his right hand. Occasionally he let the tips of his fingers brush over your pussy, making you jump and clench around nothing. Spreading your arousal across your inner thighs. It was so soft, you almost forgot about what was coming.

Smack!!

The sound of his hand coming down on your ass filled your ears. The impact brings just the right amount of pain to make you bite down on your lower lip, stifling a moan. His own exhale coming from above you as he felt you spill onto his leg. A ragged breath that played along the edges of being a growl. Your skin came alive under his palms. Bruising so perfectly. Two more slaps followed before he gave you a break.

"You're doing sooo good, sweetheart." Eddie massaged the tender skin, cooing into your ear. The coldness of his rings slightly soothed the heated stinging. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you have never felt better. His fingers dipped between your thighs, finding your sensitive nub and rubbing it in small circles. "You're already this wet just from getting spanked?"

All you could manage was an 'mmhm', embarrassment clear on your face. This was all uncharted territory. New feelings all colliding and coming forth at the same time. There was so much to adjust to. Including the finger being spontaneously pushed inside you.

"Ohhh Y/n-" Your wetness made it so his finger met no resistance. Pushing into you until his ring kissed your folds. "I can feel you clenching. M'gonna make you feel good. Okay?" High on pleasure, you thought to reply something like "I've been feeling good this entire time" - good in all the most twisted ways. Only Eddie could find a way to make this better than it already was.

And he does.

He joins his index finger with his middle, fucking them into you slowly. Deeply. Marveling at the way you seemed to suck him in. It was fire and ice. Salty and sweet. Two totally different sensations mixing into something you just couldn't get enough of. Your hips (practically with a mind of their own) push back into him, begging for more. "Eddiiie.. please, I-"

Smack!!

This time you cried out, digging your nails into your palms. Little crescent shaped indents forming in the skin. Pins and needles biting at your backside; you were practically going numb. It made you hot, knowing that for a while you would have to think of him whenever you sat down. Eddie's fingers curled inside you, playing with the spongy spot that had you moaning and drooling like an absolute fool. Fucked dumb, and he hasn't even touched you with his cock yet.

Your high was overwhelming. A constant push and pull, as he kept you just on the edge of release. "E-Eddie! Mmph, pleaase.. Ineedit- I need to cum so bad.. Please!" Babbling through tears and saliva. There was no more room for shame if it meant you could cross the finish line. Besides, you feel the way his cock jumped when you begged him to let you cum. With more mercy than any deities would have granted you, he gave you his thumb. Using it to rub your clit like he wanted to erase it from existence. To finally put the nail in your coffin and ruin you for anyone else that might try to take his place afterwards. You reached your peak. To him, it was beautiful. You were beautiful.

The sobs were close to full-blown wailing now, and that's what pulled him back down to earth. Immediately regretting how rough he might've been with you. He quickly turned you over and settled you evenly on his lap, careful not to put too much pressure on your ass. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, hiding under the soft veil of his hair.

It looked painful, the way your body shook and you were certain there would be snot smeared where you pressed your face. But it wasn't from the pain. It was a release. Everything you've tucked away, bit down, and pushed aside. Forced out of you like a virus. You felt cured. Emotionally overwhelmed, sure, but you felt empty in the best way. Like a clean slate. Eddie was rubbing your back, kissing apologies into your hair. A bit of panic rose in him, but he didn't want to freak you out even more. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I should've taken it easier on you. Does it- are you really hurt? What do I do?" He may have exaggerated parts of his sexual history when he told them to you. Not virginal, but not as on-top-of-things as he led on. It was stupid. He just wanted you to think he was better than those previous guys that left you unsatisfied.

You shook your head. Yep. Definitely smearing snot on him. "M'okay. It felt really good. I'm just… that was a lot." You were simmering down to hiccups and sniffles, which Eddie mentally kicked himself for finding adorable. "So." He spoke up, still holding you against him. "Got me branded on you, huh?"

You replied with a soft "mmhm."

"So does that make you…mine?"

Your chest fell with a sigh, raising your hand up to touch his chest. Feeling the way his heart thumped beneath your palm. "I was always yours, Eddie. You just didn’t know it yet."

Nothing else was said for a bit. Just the two of you recovering in comfortable silence.

"Guess I have to make my own appointment now. I want everyone to know I'm yours too."

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arabella pt 4 - menswear

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“WHERE ARE YOU? YOURE MEANT TO BE HERE BY NOW! I MEAN IT Y/N I NEED AN EXPLANATION. NO THEY DONT GO THERE ON THE MAIN TABLE SMALLER CENTERPIECES ON THE ROUND TABLES, I NEED AN EXPLANATION?? IM WAITING ON ONE.” “It was matty okay luce, he forgot to wake me up, so im gonna be just a tad 3 hours late”“Oh good lord, okay look as long as youre here for the rehearsal dinner everything is going to be fine im sure” “Okay good? How are things anyway? Hows henry? Luce?” “Err alls good here. We have a slightly larger problem though. Em and him just walked in”

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where all of the 1975 gang and y/n attend a wedding 

warnings: a few swearing, recreational drugs use (coke and weed) and a panic attack, also please let me know if there is any more that I need to be aware of them

A/N and here it is im taking tommorow and monday off, but I promise you, chap 5 will be out next weekend, kisses x 

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“Well get rid of them then, because I tell you now Luce if they are still there, when the wedding comes around I will just stay at my mums house until they’re both gone and you don’t want your maid of honour to cancel on you last minute do you?” 

“No I suppose not. Okay I will do my best to get them gone, look I’m gonna have to go now babe I haven’t got time to sit around and chat I have got a wedding to sort out, I’ve still got to make sure the DJ knows the no plays and when to play our songs so I love you and I’ll see you in about 4 hours kisses.” Lucy says while making an unbareable smooching sound down the phone. 

“Love you. But I mean it when I say, I want them GONE.” 

“Yes, yes, okay I’ll see what I can do babe love you, but I really have to go now hun” which is her final sentence before I was met with the signal of her putting down the phone. 

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Before, I start properly focusing on my drive back to Wilmslow, I had to make sure Adam knew that both of our exes were there. So thats exactly what I did. 

reaching out to press my home button on my phone “phone ad” 

“now phoning ad” I was met back with the robotic voice speaking out to me through the aux cord

the phone rings a couple of times before Adam picks up 

“Hey Y/n whats up?” 

“err look I thought you should be aware, that Em and him are both there and that you should be warned because they might show up tonight or tommorow, and I kinda don’t want them to because then I’ll have a panic atta-” 

My waffling on was then cut off by adam’s voice ringing through the aux in my car, 

“look y/n/n, who cares if they’re both there, I certainly don’t I’m over her now, you should be over him too it’s been 6 months, it’s no longer fresh in our minds and plus we’ve both got new people in our lives, you’ve got Al and I’ve got Carls, infact I’m inviting her to the wedding, there was already a spare place from Em being uninvited and Lucy said yes to inviting her so now shes coming, you should invite Al im sure he’d be well up for it. G told me he was a massive fan of ours” 

“I’m not too sure Ad we literally only just met last night, do you really think it would be that smart to invite him?”

“look just tell me you’ll consider it y/n/n you at least deserve to have someone there for you” 

“okay, okay! I’ll think about it but its not a yes”

“good im glad, right im gonna go. Because ive still got to pack some last minute things, and I’ll see you later on at the rehearsal dinner okay” 

“okay lots of love” 

I say before putting down the phone. and going to phone alex to see if he wants to come. At this point I’m stopped in a petrol station to phone him as I didn’t save his number earlier. 

ringing once twice three times biting my nails in anxiousness, before i hear a thick northen accent ringing through my ears 

“Hey, who is this?”  

“Al?” 

“Y/n? is that you? was wondering when you’d call are you alright darlin’“ 

“yes yes it’s me look listen. I’m going to a wedding this weekend and I was wondering if you’d wanna go with me. its just theres an extra place due to some dramas that happened and so..”

“look love, I would really like to go, I wish you would’ve told me sooner, I’m literally about to board a plane to leave England right now, but we have to sort out a date some time soon, I’d love to get to know you better”

“Yeah no of course. I 100% get that plus its not like you would’ve missed out on anything anyway. It’s literally a boring wedding” 

“You don’t have to downplay it fo me love, sounds dead interestin” 

soon an announcement is made that I cant quite hear but it is soon made clear that it’s Alex plane because he bids his goodbyes and then he hangs up the phone 

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“omg! y/n/n! thank goodness you’re finally here! you’ve missed out on a lot it’s like grand central station in there, people flying everywhere moving things honestly I don’t know how I do it for a job. It’s soooo good to see you, honestly, I’ve missed you so much, how’s London and the modelling life treating you?” Lucy says running up from the front entrance of the moderately sized building, and to my car giving me a rather large squeeze. 

“It’s been good, London is manic though, all the time, and these shoots they are just amazing I did one recently for a major U.S. company had to travel to L.A. for it. but honestly my career has taken a major turn since I moved to London with the boys.” 

“That’s so good I’m so happy for you. And how are the boys? Are they good? Is the music life treating em well?” 

“so well, I can’t say too much because it would spoil it. But they have recently been getting so many radio plays it’s ridiculous but I am so proud of them!”

“thats so good! Looks like that move was good for all of you then!” 

“yeah yeah it was, Luce I’m freezing can we go inside? Are they in there?”

“ of course we can babe, no no they’re not! my mum told both of em where to shove it. that soon made them leave!” 

“I’ve always loved your mum. did you know that!” I say throwing an arm around her shoulder and walking into the venue. 

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“so when are the rest of you London lot getting here?” Henry asks standing next to me. 

“umm not too sure but I’m sure they’ll be here soon. shouldnt be too long they set off about 3 and a bit hours ago. so in like in a few” I say in reply. 

“Hopefully, they won’t be too long. Luce is stressing way too much I dread to know what she’s gonna be like tommorow.”

“Ha! Yeah. I know what she’s like, I remember Matty’s 18th suprise party, she was dead stressed when I organised that, and she wasn’t even the organiser! But look don’t worry, it wont go too mad. I know that with her everything goes to plan” 

“yeah, thank you for being here by the way, I know it can’t be easy being here especially after what happened 6 months ago.”

I was about to reply when I was cut off by a curly haired boy, a really annoying one to be precise. 

“THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED” 

“Matty shut your mouth, go get your suits on boys, rehearsal dinner commences in 10, you’re late already as is” Lucy says. Before walking over to where Henry and I were stood having our conversation

“y/n/n, I need you to go get your dress on too.” 

“okay, I will go and do that now” 

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The rehearsal dinner was a success, I knew it would be, anything Lucy organises is. It’s what she does best, kinda always knew she would be an events planner, her and Henry was meant to come to London with us, Lucy living with me and Henry living with the guys, but then the both of them recieving their dream job offers in the heart of Manchester, so they never did. I think it was meant to be that way if I’m completely honest. I just don’t think it would’ve ever worked, especially with the guys and I all being single and them two being in a relationship. Sure,it worked in Wilmslow where none of us lived together but the whole dynamic that we have now would’ve shifted and just wouldn’t have worked.  

Currently I am squished between a tree and a skinny curly haired man, we ended up, going back to my mums last night and both George and Matty insisted that they had to see my mum. So just like we were 17 again and had just had a drunken house party, we are sleeping in my bed. To be fair its quite a large bed, however all three of us, are slightly bigger being 22 and 23 now, we just dont fit. 

So I did what I had to do in order to get up. Wiggling to the end of my bed as so to not wake the two massive lumps in my bed, and eventually getting off at the end and then I went on the search to check for my phone. 

Finding it laying on my bedstand on G’s side, he must’ve found me passed out and it still on so he must’ve put it there. 

Turning it on to find out the time reading 7oclock, the wedding starts at 11 so its time to make my way to wake up the boys so that we all can head to the hotel, both of them being groomsmen and me being lucy’s maid of honor, so I do just that but I cant do it normally, thats just not our friendship dynamic. So I head to the bathroom to get a jug and fill it with cold water, heading back to my bedroom I start pouring it on matty.

“What the fuck y/n.” 

“It’s time to get up, we have to head to the hotel, to get ready. We all have to be ready by 9 incase the event staff need help with anything, and I promised Lucy we’d be there by half 7, 8 at the latest to make up for all of us being late yesterday, now help me wake up G. While I find out where the fuck Ross and Hann are” I say while pulling my phone out to find out where the other two of our group are. 

“I dont fancy getting slapped by the tree thanks, you can do it, I’ll call Hann and Ross” 

“uh uh, you made me late yesterday, you get the pleasure of waking up the giant, I’ll get us a maccies breakfast on the way if you do.”

Soon enough he does it, earning a slap from George “it’s the crack of dawn, Matty what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

“To be fair G, it’s 7 we have to leave in 10 because Lucy wants us at the hotel, and I dont think any of us want to anger bridezilla, I just know shes gonna be on a warpath today. Plus I promised stink here a maccies breakfast, right now though I’ve got to phone the other two find out where they are, can one of you two phone ross? I’ll phone ads” Matty nods his head reaching for his phone. while Im on mine pressed to my ear, trying to get through to him stepping out of the room so I don’t get distacted by Matty on the phone to Ross.

Finally after about a minute I’m met with a raspy voice. 

“Hello?”

“Adam? Are you with Ross”

“yes, yes its me, and No what do you want at this ungodly hour, Y/n?”

“I promised Lucy I’d make everyone head to their respectful getting ready rooms, at half 7 so can you head to Hen’s and start getting ready I’ll bring you a McDonalds.” 

“yes yes okay. I’ll head there now, when you come knock on my hotel door its 432, Carls will have my car keys, your stuff is in my car, Matty couldnt fit it in his” 

“okay, okay. Bye I’ll see you.” 

“bye bye, see you in a bit, double sausague and egg pleaseee”

“yes yes okay, see you in a bit Ad’s” I said before hanging up the phone and returning to my bedroom where Matty and George still reside in my bed, although this time a phone was pressed to Mattys ear talking into it 

“Yeah, Y/n wants us to get ready, so we will be there in a bit”

I mouth to George “is that ross.” earning a shake of his head. “his mum” i nod my head waiting for him to finish his conversation. 

A few moments later a “yep okay bye mum I love you see you tommorow” ending the phone. 

“Right as much as I am glad that you were on the phone to your mother Matthew what is the situation on Ross?”

“He was with Henry already, apparently Lucy banged on his door at half 6 this morning making sure he was up” Matty said chuckling a bit

“That girl honestly” I say shaking my head 

“Right come on you two lets get going we’ve got places to be people to see” I say slapping the two boys on their legs. 

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The ceremony was a success, and it all went well. now we were heading on a little walk to where the reception was being held. Matty George Ross and I were infront, and then Adam and Carly following suit behind us. 

We walked into the marquee tent finding our seats George and I both sat at the head table as I was Maid of honour and G was Best Man, Matty, Ross and Adam were sat on the table infront of us though so we all weren’t too far from eachother, luckily I was sat next to George and Lucy so I didnt have to endure meaningless conversations with other members of the bridal party like I did at the hen do. 

“C’mon G we’re sat here”  I say grabbing his hand and pulling him towards our seats after checking the seating plan that was displayed on the foam board standing on the white easel. 

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And soon enough the reception was well underway after Lucy and Henry had their first dance. George hopped on the decks doing what he knows best, Lucy had let him have an hour at it giving the DJ an hour break to dig into the buffet. 

I walked up to G wondering if Matty had any Joints. Because Lucy had want to let loose, and she hadn’t smoked in ages but claimed it was “my wedding night so I can do whatever the fuck I want” clearly having had taken too much advantage of the free bar at that point. 

“well your the best man so whats the plan? we gonna smoke” 

“y/n/n I’m busy doing my best to give everyone a fucking good time here, go talk to Matty about it, he’s outside. He’s the one thats got ‘em I’ll smoke my own later” 

“okay I will, c’mon Lucy lets go find Matthew, bye G”

We walked outside finding Matty perched on a log smoking, we approached him 

“oh Matthew” Lucy called out 

“oh here comes trouble” he shouted out earning a giggle from lucy 

“look we just wanna know if you’ve got any of those joints left, I know you must have at least half of one left, I can see you smoking one, and it’s not even halfway finished. The bride here wants some to let loose, Hen hopes it’ll calm her down and stop her being so stressed about everything. ” 

“Look bug, I would and you know I would, but I’ve only bought three like I told you before, you’re gonna have to ask about. We went to school with half of the people in there and we all know they’re all pot heads, someone in there is bound to have some” 

“Come on! I know who will have some” Lucy says. 

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Eventually we found someone with some after asking about three people. Joining Matty on the log he was sat on when we came outside previously. Staying in silence, we sat and smoked. Until Lucy eventually piped up 

“You wanna know why I’m smoking?” 

“Because, it’s your wedding day and you can do whatever the fuck you want?” I question laughing 

“no, it’s cause I needed to put off crying, this day couldn’t have gone worse. Henrys Mum sent me a text this morning saying that I shouldn’t be marrying him that he doesn’t really love me and I don’t deserve him, she’s been giving me evils all day. y/n/n I almost left him at the alter especially after Em’s text” she says tears flooding her eyes when she turns to look at me. 

“oh Luce, c’mere babe” I say with my arms wide open and she shuffles along the log we’re sat on and hugs me, sobbing fully at this point. tears not coming to my eyes. After she pulls away I can’t help but ask about the text. 

“what did you mean by the fact that Em texted you? what did she say” 

“she said about how I banned her from my wedding, and that I needed to grow up because I took your side after the whole argument six months ago and that she would make an appearence along with him today, but not before she said that in a year or two Henry would leave me for her, I’m so sorry for not telling you earlier Y/N, I haven’t even told Henry, I’m not sure I even want to. I don’t want to make him leave, I know it’s silly because we’ve been together close to a decade at this point. But what if he decides he doesn’t want to be with me any more y/n/n, I don’t know if my heart will be able to take the pain especially with you in London” 

“Don’t be silly Luce it’s okay, but she has no right to make you panic like that especially after warning you that she’s going after Hen, Luce, you are aware that you’re going to have to tell Henry about all of this right, especially about his mum, she has absolutely zero right to tell you whether you’re good for her son or not.” 

“She’s right you know, you have to tell Henry, even if you dont want to, he needs to know. I’ve never known the two of you to keep secrets from eachother, especially one this big Luce, you know I may not have liked you at the beginning when you were dressed in nowt’ and telling everybody you were shagging every boy in Wilmslow, But Luce I like you now, and I know that you would really benefit from telling him, I can go get him if you want, y/n/n and I can be there while you tell him if you want?” 

“no, no it’s fine I need to tell him on my own you two go. enjoy your night, come find me when you’re leaving.” 

“okay okay, I’ll see you in a bit we’ll send him out to find you” 

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After finding Henry, and telling him to go find Lucy outside, Matty dragged me to the bar. 

“so bug.” he says turning to me “whaddya drinkin’?” 

“malibu and coke” I say in reply 

he gains the attention of bartender “scuse me lad can I have an ameretto and a malibu and coke please, passionfruit variation please” This boy knows me too well at this point as he asks for the passionfruit variaton because he’s all too aware after too many slip ups at parties to fill my glass with original malibu and me turn up my nose at the coconut flavoured liquer. 

He thanks the bartender after handing us our drinks. And we go over to our tables but not before matty spills a load of his on a taller lad who we’re not too sure we know. 

“watch where you’re going pot head yeah and also watch your girlfriend yeah think she might be getting some tonight but certainly not you, you scrawny fucker” the 6″3 skinny lad pipes up 

“look I might be spilling my ameretto because of previous joints yeah, but don’t talk about my best mate like that, I don’t know who you think you are, yeah you might be taller than me, but you look just like me so I reckon I could knock you out, so just watch what your saying yeah” 

“Matty, leave it hes not worth the fuss yeah” 

“ooh getting your girl to sort your problems are we?” I can see Matty clenching his fist just as if matty was about to swing for him so I step infront of him before anything can happen. 

“Do you want anything to end up in the press about Denise’s son losing it at wedding?” I ask him knowing thats exactly what would happen knowing the fuckers that went to our school. He shakes his head no in reply “exactly, so leave it yeah, this guy is not worth our time or effort yes?” he nods his head I tap him on the back throwing an arm around his shoulder “come on then stink” and so we’re off, back to the dancefloor so we can forget our troubles and have an absolute blast of a time before I’m back to work in two days, and the lads are back to the studio next week.

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“Matty, I need to go to the loo” I shout over the loud music but not before making a sniff gesture with my hand signaling that it was time to bring the sniff out, It was kinda known in Wilmslow that our group, were drug users, not hardcore as much as people think, only when parties were going on or when one of us wanted to feel something. 

“cmon then bug, lets go to the bathroom” 

Once we made it into the bathroom I lock the main door so that no one could make it in especially, Lucy’s conservative great-grandmother that definetly had some interesting views. 

as I came back from locking the door hopping onto the counter where matty wasnt cutting lines. After he finished cutting the lines he handed me the rolled up 20  but not before saying “two each” “ooh a 20, very rich of you” “shut up and just sniff your two, off the porcelain basin will you” “okay okay chill out, Matthew” I say hopping off the counter taking the rolled up 20 that he was still holding out for me to take. 

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Safe to say I was feeling the effect of the drug I had taken just a mere 10 minutes ago. 

and soon enough, Em and him were here and I was making a beline for the exit, Making Matty clearly confused as he hadn’t noticed them. so obviously as confused as he was, He followed. 

“bug, bug, slow down.” he called out and I turned to face him, my breathing irregular and tears streaming down my face, my makeup clearly smudged. 

“Woah,woah. Whats happpened? why the tears bug?” He asked. 

I tried replying but I couldn’t I was too worked up to explain. My hands doing anything they could. Unsure of whether it was the drugs making me like this or just seeing him in the flesh after 6 months. 

“okay okay, bug look at me” Matty sounding so distant at this point, so I didn’t even know where he was “Honey, you’re gonna have to look at me so I can understand what happened” 

Touching my chin, he gently lifted my chin with his fingers. removing them, my breathing still rapid at this point. 

“cmon bug, copy my breathing, deep breath in, and then push it out” doing exactly what he said. We just sat there in silence me following Matty’s breathing. Until it was back to a normal pace. 

“You gonna tell me what happened in there? What made you all worked up, so much so I had to do breathing excersises with you which we hadnt done in ages, god last time we did them was when you caught him cheating with Em” and suddnely his eyes go wide realising that thats what happpened. “oh bug!” he says scooching over to give me a hug. Knowing me too well at this point to realise, that in that moment thats exactly what I needed a good hug from my best mate. 

I start tearing up again, “I saw them together, Matty and I thought I was doing so well as well I hadnt thought of him until a couple of days ago.Yet, I saw him in the flesh and it feels like I’ve now taken three steps back.”

“No, you havent bug, not at all, It’s natural it generally is, do you remember when I got cheated on?” he asks me I just nod in reply “well I remember she disappeared a while after that. And then like a year later I saw her, in cafe nero when i was working, god the tears all started to come out then, I had to get out of there, and because of that I got fired, it was right in the middle of morning rush aswell” “so thats why you got fired, we all thought it was because you burnt yourself or set off a smoke alarm lighting a joint in the bathroom, but awwh Matty you’re so sweet, I never thought you would be that heartbroken over her, we were only 15/16″ 

“Look, I’m just saying it’s natural to feel like you’ve gone back in time, anyway are we gonna go back inside or do you just wanna get out of here?”

“Just want to get out of here, I don’t think I can face him if I’m being perfectly honest, sorry stink you probably want to go back inside an enjoy the rest of your time with everyone, probably pick up a girl too.”

“No. No. don’t be sorry bug, you have every right to. Besides I’m probably gonna yosh in someones mouth soon if I stay any longer, plus I dont want some random coming up and going in for the kiss” reaching inside his blazer pocket to check for the time “and It’s 5 past three I can hardly see and if i stay up any longer I’ll probably pass out so its probably best if we go now anyway.” 

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end of chap 4

[alvallah]

What was the worst date you ever went on?

Girl [gender neutral]. Fourth of July. This year of our Lord, 2023.

Boy is kinda hard to nail down with his schedule, which is fine. Shit happens. He’s open on the 4th though, and the 4th is supposed to be beautiful anyways so I’m like okay cool, but I have a paddle scheduled with my friends during the day, is dinner in the evening cool? And he says yeah. I tell him it’s a federal holiday though so you might wanna call a couple places while I’m out just to see what everyone’s hours are, and I agreed to pick him up and drive since he’s fresh from LA and doesn’t have a car (also fine, idc).

Boy doesn’t answer me like all day. Evening comes. I ask him what’s up. He says “why don’t we just meet at my place and I can cook us something”. I’m not an idiot. Dude just wants a fuck and I don’t do that on the first date anymore because I’m grown and I’m tired and I don’t wanna give pussy to just anybody, even if it’s casual. I gotta know I at least like you. I tell him this, and I tell him I prefer to meet in a public place at a restaurant before I agree to more intimate dates. He says okay. But he hasn’t called any places. It’s 8:00 PM. On a federal holiday.

On my way to get him (which is like a 30 minute drive, annoying but also normal where I live), he texts me “we can choose a place when you get here” 🙄. I get there. We sit in my car for like 15 mins while he goes through a list of like 6 different places. I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since noon. I’m hangry. He suggests we walk around the downtown and drop in someplace. We do that. We are refused at two places that are closing. We’re still walking around an EMPTY downtown on a HOLIDAY while I’m STARVING and other couples are probably hanging out watching fireworks and shit. He’s trying to butter me up by telling me how pretty I look and shit but I’m avoiding eye contact and giving one word answers.

I tell him I’m starving. I will eat anything at this point. The only place open is some gas station pizza place. It’s 10 PM now. Dude spends a lot of the time bantering with the pizza people while I’m silently waiting to get food in my mouth. He pays for everything (as he fucking should at this point) and we sit down. He gets up because he forgot napkins. Chats up the girl outside for a couple mins ??? He comes back. We’re talking. He answers a phone call in the middle of a conversation to talk with his boy, he mentions he has a date but he’s like ignoring me anyways and keeps talking on the phone ??? He finally hangs up and doesn’t even apologize. And as we’re talking I learn that he’s petty and always feels the need to resort to “eye-for-an-eye” when it comes to conflict. And he slaps his animals.

I drive him back to his house and fucker tries to kiss me and I SWERVE the kiss so hard lmao he texts me the next day asking for another date and I say no and he acts surprised. Bruh. I didn’t get home until like 1 AM after everything and literally nothing went right and you couldn’t plan for shit and you’re a garbage and unprofessional human being. Fuck out of here.

[hotxcheeto]

heya

could u pls do chloe x reader where they do Something rebellious

━ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x G/N!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smoking, drug use ( weed ), underage drinking, stealing of alcohol, jokes of death, kissing, Chloe being Chloe

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - it's so late omg, hope you enjoy !!

It was late, the sun having long set nearing one on the clock. You laid back on your bed, typing away on your phone as you replied to Rachel and one of her DIY ideas she was having. Blowing up your inbox until you finally had the chance to answer.

You laughed as she sent her ideas of new matching bracelets between the four of you.

Smiling, staring at your phone you nearly didn't hear the light knocking at first. The glass of your window vibrating as it shook from a certain persons force.

You typed something to Rachel, keeping your back to the window Unable to hear the noise when the knocking suddenly got louder making you jump. Finally turning to look over with a huff.

Immediately you knew who it was, sliding off your bed and walking over to the shut curtain. Pushing them aside to see Chloe sitting on your roof, smoking, looking out at the road.

Quickly you unlatched the window and opened it, leaning on the seal while smiling at her. "You're late, doofus." "Am I?" She turned to you, taking a hit of the cigarette. She barely released the smoke, instead grabbing your cheeks and squishing them while kissing you in the process. Loving the sound of your quiet giggles.

"Ew, you taste terrible." "Mm, you taste great." You pushed her forehead, moving back into your room and reaching to grab your phone off the bed. Typing once again, much to Chloe's disappointment. Sitting on the window seal, because if she'd brought the cigarette into your room, she knew she'd never hear the end of it.

"Who is it?" "Rach. She wants to make charm bracelets, each with our own special charm and matching bands." You smiled, reading her message before responding. Not even taking a second to look over at your blue haired, frustrated girlfriend.

Chloe hummed, taking another hit before holding it in between her fingers, blowing the smoke out the window. "I parked my truck down the street. Wanna bounce?" You stopped, pausing what you were doing to give her a look, raising your eyebrow.

"And... go where?" "Anywhere." "My mom will make sure my body is never found, are you nuts?" You laughed, but Chloe only gave you a smile. "C'mon – " She dragged it out, pouting at you. Giving you her best puppy dog eyes, despite knowing that yours were much better.

"Do what?" "Anything – Y/n if you don't leave with me right now I'll..." she thought for a moment " . . .break up with you." You rolled your eyes, sending goodnight to Rachel before shoving your phone in your pocket. "Fine but I wanna wear your sweater because none of mine are clean and it's cold."

You crossed your arms, watching her huff and unzip her black jacket. "Here you brat." "Why thank you." You smiled, putting the back on before shutting your bedroom lights off. "Alright, let's go." Chloe stood up on the roof, taking your hand and helping you through the window and off the house.

Both of you walking hand in hand down the sidewalk.

"I have to stop at the gas station. I'll get beer." "Chloe you lost your fake, remember? Charlie's on paternity leave, he won't be there to know." Chloe only gave you that stupid smile once again, your hand going up to flick her neck. Watching her laugh and move away from you. "You're a good distraction, besides we're not going there. We're going to your boyfriends." You rolled your eyes, opening the passenger door to her truck.

"I hate you and everything you stand for." Chloe flipped you off, climbing inside. Without missing a beat, she took off with sputtering sound coming from the old muffler, leaving her mark on the road and probably waking up half of your neighbors in the process.

Chloe and you sat in the quiet before she began smiling when your legs made their way to her lap. One hand on the steering wheel while the other caressed your calf, soft rock music playing on the radio.

The night was young in her eyes, despite it nearly being two. Inky darkness surrounding the small town that you were driving away from, twinkling stars so perfectly placed in the sky.

You stared out the window, admiring the lights above the truck, how they followed you when you moved. Looking down at you disappointedly. The thought making you laugh quietly to yourself.

"Do you think your mom will notice you gone?" "No, I'd told her I was gonna finish some things and go to bed. She was already asleep by the time I had gone upstairs to 'bed'." Chloe laughed before you shrugged. "Sometimes she wakes up so let's hope tonight is not one of those nights." She then hummed, admiring the way you stared at the tall trees you passed.

Closing in to the gas station that sat on the line between Arcadia Bay and it's neighboring town. Knowing if you tried your tricks anywhere else, it was sure to burn down in hellfire.

Finally the station came into view, Chloe turning into the brightly lit place and pulling up just before the doors.

"Alright, go look nice for the cashier." You hit her arm, feeling her grab hold of the back your head and pulling you towards her. Kissing you deeply. "I want wine coolers." You muttered against her lips as you pulled back. "Watermelon?" You nodded, giving her another light peck to her chapped lips. "Alright."

You went first, unzipping the jacket to show off your tank top a bit. The man working loved how your chest looked. Your collarbones were quiet attractive, or at least that's what Chloe said.

You walked up to the doors, the bell jingling above you making the man look up. Meeting his eyes you gave him a slight wave and an award winning smile.

"Oh, hey Y/n." You giggled, going up and looking at the rows of candy boxes in front of the counter. Taking a few packages and setting them on the counter. "Hi Rodge. It's nice seeing you, I feel like I haven't been here in forever." "Yeah, you look – great." His eyes raked over your body, admiring you, unnoticeably seeing you shift uncomfortably but nonetheless you grinned at him.

"Thanks, oh hey! I almost forgot I wanted chips. Do you have those.."

You continued on talking as Chloe walked through the door, going almost completely unnoticed by the guy entranced by you asking about some stupid bag of Munchies.

"Yeah, but I think they're in back." "Always are." You laughed, leaning against the counter. He disappeared for a moment, Chloe practically sprinting out of the gas station while you stared at the man's broken camera set. Almost laughing that it had gone out.

But like Chloe said, he deserved it. Looking at you the way he did, last time you checked, wasn't he married?

You rolled your eyes at your thoughts, a grin soon finding its way on your lips when he came out with your chips. "Yay!" You gave him your card, watching him swipe it and bag your stuff. Barely taking his gross eyes away from you while you zipped up your sweater once more.

"Thanks." You said a bit coldly, taking the back without a goodbye and walking out. "Later!" You hummed as a response, skipping out to Chloe's truck and climbing inside. "I got you your damn Munchies." "Thanks." She leaned over and kissed your cheek, then where your jaw met your ear.

"Chlo.." You giggled, taking one of the wine coolers and opening it. Taking a gulp of the flavored alcohol. "He's such a perv." You muttered, placing your legs back in her lap.

"Beach?" You nodded, holding onto the seat when she sped out of the lot. Downing the rest of the wine cooler and tossing the empty glass onto the floor of the truck.

"I'll throw that away tomorrow." "It's fine." It was quiet again, the music still going in the background while Chloe tapped the rhythm on your leg. Humming quietly to herself making you smile. Eyes dancing over the side of her face and her profile.

You liked the way she bit her lip while driving, concentrated on her own thoughts and whatever else ran through her mind. Sometimes mumbling things or rambling to you about everything and nothing.

"You alright babe?" "Hm?" She turned to you a few times, going back and forth between the road and your face. "You were staring." "Whoops. Sorry, I liked the view." "Huh."

Chloe swerved into the sand just a few miles down the road, parking her truck right on the shoreline.

"Jesus, you're gonna kill me with your driving." Chloe swatted you away and ripped open the bag of Munchies, eyes on you as you opened another wine cooler. "Not if your mom kills you first." "Don't!" You nudged her with your foot.

"Joyce will kill you first." "You'll save me right?" You shook your head. "That woman could hit me with a car and I'd forgive her." Chloe scoffed taking the wine cooler from you and drinking most of it in one take. "You dick. Don't drink too much I don't wanna die on the way back. Shit, I barely made it here." Chloe laughed, handing you back the bottle.

"You'll be fine. If anything we'll die together. Best death ever!" "Oh yes, how romantic." You grabbed a few chips, looking out at the water through the windshield. Waves lightly crashing against some rocks.

"You have a joint?" "Shit. Maybe?" "Maybe?" You raised your eyebrow. Chloe dug in her jeans for a moment before looking at the sweater you were wearing. "Check those pockets." You dug around for not even a second, pulling out the joint and putting it between your lips.

"Light me." You muttered, muffled by the end of the blunt. "Yep." you blinked and Chloe had a lighter in her hand, sparking the flame and burning the end of the joint.

You inhaled, feeling the burn in your lungs from the smoke. Coughing a bit as you handed it to her.

Chloe rolled down the window grabbing some trash before you stopped her. "So you'll drink, smoke, steal but won't litter?" "Hey, none of that affects the Earth, only me." Chloe scoffed but kept the window done, dropping the trash on your side of the truck.

"I love you." You said in a sing-songy voice leaning back once again. Taking a hit from the blunt, Chloe blew the smoke out of the open window into the cool air. "That's one rule I have for myself." "Rules are for breaking you lameass." You flipped her off, taking the last drink of the wine. "Kiss my ass. I love mother nature, you are an Earth hater."

She giggled quietly, kissing your hand when you reached for the joint. "No, but I am a Y/n lover." "Corny." "Only for you." Chloe kissed your cheek when you phone suddenly vibrated making your heart sink to your ass.

You pulled it from your back and looked at the screen.

' where are you? '

"Well you're fucked up the ass." "I love you more Chlo. I'll be at the funeral." "Funeral?" "Yeah, I'll be in the casket."

Chloe laughed, kissing your cheek while you responded to your mom. "I'm so dead. She's gonna take my phone, I won't be able to hangout for like ever."

"I'll call you on the ouija board, 'kay?" "Chloe, you make me want to punch you." "A punch full of love."

A/n: Family sucks ass sometimes