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Me, Myself and Irene (2000) dir. Bobby Farrelly, Peter Farrelly

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       Me, Myself & Irene (2000)

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This is probably my favourite trope - A (more often than not) normal guy having someone more powerful and violent trapped in their head and trying to take over...

Oddly specific..

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Me, Myself & Irene [2000]

Oh yeah? Well, this is just a fist. Only when I beginning throwing it around, it can leave 1 hell of a mess.

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Me, Myself & Irene - 2000

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Heartbreakerz | Na Jaemin

Pairing: Na Jaemin 10 Reader

Summary: Jaemin is the world's biggest douchebag. He fifty-fifty makes coin from information technology – by breaking up with people's boyfriends for them. Until he meets you, and his whole world changes…

Genre: College AU, Arrogant rich boy!Jaemin, Strangers to lovers

Discussion Count: three.9k

Warnings: Sexual content, Jaemin jerks off thinking about you, Jeno features as Y/n's boyfriend

Gif: @nctsworld​

Jaemin downed his coffee and smacked his lips, just to be annoying.

"Alright lady, here's the sitch. Your boyfriend wants to break up with you. Boo hoo."

Irene gripped the wooden café table. "But why?"

"He loves you, blah, apathetic, blah, it's non you, it'south him. There. Yous happy?"

Irene blinked in disbelief. "You monster! How can you exercise this to people – interruption up with them when their boyfriends can't exist bothered to?"

Jaemin smirked. "Hey, don't arraign me. It'due south your boyfriend who'south as well much of a dirtbag to pause upwards with you himself."

Standing up so her chair squealed, Irene grabbed her drinking glass of water, preparing to launch information technology at Jaemin.

"Uh- uh- uh-!" Jaemin said, waggling his finger. He pulled off his Tommy Hilfiger coat and placed it on the dorsum of his chair. "At present get."

Irene splashed the icy water all over Jaemin's confront. He barely flinched.

Only earlier she left, Irene picked up Jaemin'due south glass of h2o and splashed that over his coat.

Then, she stormed out of the café.

Jaemin sighed. It was a shame about the coat. Although, he was pretty used to having water splashed over him. And wine. And one time, a box total of board pins. Jeez, that hurt.

Just he was proud of the work he did. In between his economics lectures, he'd set Heartbreakerz. The business organization was unproblematic. He would intermission up with people's partners when they were also cowardly to do it themselves – for a fee, of course.

Jaemin unlocked his wheel from outside the café and started cycling through the NYU campus to his 'role', to run across his side by side Heartbreakerz customer. Renting even a single room in New York for his 'role' was not inexpensive, but thanks to his business, Jaemin was rolling in dough.

---

As you lot climbed the stairs to the dingy Heartbreakerz office, y'all tried to hide under your hoodie.

You lot hated yourself for coming here – but you had no selection. When you met Jeno two years agone, you were a dreamy-eyed eighteen-year-old. Jeno was the captain of the football team, and his half-moon eyes, floppy fringe and smooth pick-up lines had been impossible to resist.

Simply now, Jeno controlled everything you did. He picked your wearing apparel (dresses), what y'all ate (salads), and fifty-fifty when you had sex (often). You were likewise scared to break up with him – so y'all would have to dish out $100 for Jaemin to practice it for y'all.

"Right. Name?"

"Y… Y/due north."

Jaemin pulled off his circle glasses and raised one countenance at you. You realised that your eye was racing as you lot took in his inky eyes and the strong ripple of his Adam'southward apple.

"Oh yeah, I'm hot. People are always surprised by that," Jaemin said. "Anyway, I was asking your fellow'southward name. Not yours."

"J-jeno Lee," you stuttered. Yous'd never met a guy every bit arrogant every bit Jaemin. Everything from the 3 open up buttons on his silky blackness shirt to his dry smirk – it seemed to say, I love myself. So should you.

"Real reason for breakup?"

All of a sudden, y'all felt your throat go tight. "He- he deserves ameliorate than me-" And you burst into tears. Y'all cringed into your hoodie, hating the fact that this stranger could run into you lot like this.

Jaemin'south big-headed smirk vanished. Instead, he looked a little terrified.

Walking round the tabular array, he awkwardly pushed a box of tissues towards you.

Without thinking, you grabbed onto Jaemin'due south shoulders and pressed your face into his chest. As you sobbed, your fingers clinging to Jaemin's neck, he had no idea what to do. He just one-half-stood, half-kneeled in silence.

"What's Jeno gonna exercise without me? He- he tin't fifty-fifty wear a tie on his own!" The tears flowed harder. Jaemin's breast was warm and comfortingly strong. "Oh, god, but imagine how lamentable he's gonna be when he finds out. Oh no. Should I ring his mom and warn her?"

Jaemin frowned. "Why-why practise you care and so much about this guy? He must be a douchebag or you wouldn't be here!"

Jaemin felt a weird twinge of jealousy for this 'Jeno Lee'. That wiggle didn't deserve a girlfriend as caring equally you lot, he knew information technology.

"Expect…" Jaemin said, "Just pick a lie for me to tell Jeno. Demand fourth dimension to work on yourself? Too different people? You demand to focus on your studies?"

Sniffling, yous shook your head. "Tell him… the truth. I need someone who respects my westward-wants and needs, non merely their ain."

Jaemin spluttered, "Why the hell would you tell him the truth? Jesus, you're never even gonna see this dude once more!"

Y'all shook your head. "It'south the right affair to do."

Good people. God, Jaemin would never understand them. Why the hell did you intendance what the 'right thing to do' was?

Jaemin said, "People don't come to Heartbreakerz to practise the right thing, they come here to exercise the piece of cake thing!"

You gasped, and your lips tightened.

Jaemin realised he'd… offended you, somehow. Weirdly, he felt his heart clutch, and an urge to make you experience improve. What was happening to him? He never usually cared about people'south feelings – that was what fabricated him perfect for this job.

Without thinking, Jaemin reached forward and tucked a strand of your long, curly hair behind your ear. Your breath caught in your pharynx. You were so close to Jaemin now, him kneeling on the floor abreast your chair.

Jaemin'south mitt lingered a little too long as information technology left your pilus, his fingers brushing the side of your neck. As he touched you, yous allow your eyes skid shut. A sigh slipped from your lips. Jaemin had an urge to supersede his fingers with his lips and suck on that sensitive pare on your neck till he could coax a moan out of you.

But he didn't. Because you turned away, frowning at something.

You'd had a realisation.

"You're right, Jaemin." You said. "People simply come up here to do the easy thing. I… I demand to break upwardly with Jeno myself."

Continuing up from your chair, you lot put your hood support, and shook Jaemin'south hand. His fingers sparked at the contact. "Cheers, Jaemin. You've been an incredible help."

And then you sprinted out, leaving Jaemin kneeling on his own floor, awkward, alone.

--- That nighttime, Jaemin tossed and turned, unable to stop thinking almost you.

After a few hours, he turned on his bedside lamp and sat upwardly. Other than a black duvet cover, a desk with his Macbook on it, and a clock with lines instead of numbers, his room was empty.

What was wrong with him?

He put two fingers to his wrist; his heartrate was through the roof. He felt his cheek with the back of his hand; it was burning hot. Holding out his mitt with the palm face down, he realised he was trembling.

Was information technology some kind of anxiety disorder? A panic assault, perchance? Was he coming down with the influenza?

Or… there was i other possibility.

"No. Impossible," he murmured.

There was a tiny chance that… he liked you.

Na Jaemin didn't like girls. He fucked them. He pushed them out of his dorm room half-dressed at 3AM, smirking as they hurled insults at him.

But that would explicate the manner his body was feeling. That would explain why, when he thought the name Jeno Lee, it made him want to put his fist through a wall. That would explain why, weirdly, he institute himself wondering if y'all were alright. If you were however pain because of your dirtbag young man.

No. Turning off the light, he rolled over and tried to sleep. Beloved was a myth. Whatsoever affliction was making him experience this fashion would definitely become away after a good night'due south sleep.

He tried not to, he really did, merely he establish himself replaying that moment in his office in a loop in his head. He tried to ignore himself hardening at the thought of you, but he was already unbuckling his trousers and pulling down his pants. He told himself that no girl can control Na Jaemin, merely while he was thinking that, he was already wrapping his paw around himself with a feverish intensity he'd never felt earlier. A moan escaped his pharynx, and he pushed his face into the pillow to silence it.

He hated it, but he found himself imagining what would have happened if you hadn't turned abroad this afternoon. He imagined lifting you onto his desk, coiling his fingers in your silky hair as his lips tasted yours. You lot probably tasted amazing. And so, maybe he would pull your hoodie over your head, both of you lot panting. Underneath, he'd exist surprised to realise yous were wearing nothing but a bra.

Maybe his lips would sneak a little lower, bite pretty lilliputian marks into your bare collarbone. Soon enough, y'all'd be crying out his name, throwing your caput back because he was that irresistible. Who cared if the cleaners stumbled in through the door? Every bit you rode him, you would exist too desperate to find.

Jaemin deadened his moan in his pillow, feeling the tight curl inside him spring gratuitous as every muscle in his body tensed for one sweetness moment. And so, he flopped his head back onto the pillow, sweaty and panting.

Every bit he cleaned himself up in the dark, he hated himself.

God, this 'liking people' affair was pathetic. There was no fashion you lot liked him dorsum, anyway.

When you looked at him, y'all probably saw an egotistic jerk who couldn't care less about people'southward feelings. Sure, that description was pretty accurate, but for the first fourth dimension, Jaemin wished he was different. Improve.

Maybe people like you were just too dainty for people like him.

--- When Jaemin woke up the next morning, he plant himself cycling to his part at super speed, ignoring the death glares other students gave him. People on campus treated him like the grim reaper, arriving to have their happiness away. Usually, he found it quite funny, but today, he barely noticed.

Today was a Sat, which meant no Economic science lectures to worry about – non that he attended many, every bit it was so much easier to pay someone to take his exams for him. Opening the filing cabinet in his part with shaking fingers, he pulled out your file. He typed your phone number into iMessage, and and then wrote…

Broken upward with Jeno still?

Then he deleted that, and wrote:

How r u feeling?

He sent the message, then saved your number nether 'Y/n'. You were the merely named contact in his phone. Because that he never texted girls back, had no friends, and but contacted his idiot parents to ask for money, at that place was no need for contacts. Till at present.

You replied almost immediately.

Worried. Will suspension up with Jeno today at cafe. Wish me luck.

And so a gif of a kitten licking the head of some other distressing kitten.

Jaemin pumped his fist in the air. Aye! That loser Jeno was out of the picture!

Hmm… what should he reply?

Want to come up over after? My risotto can cure any heartbreak.

As before long as he pressed transport, he regretted it. Oh god. Now he was sounding too eager. Who knew that texting was this hard? In the by, the only thing he'd ever had to text was U upwards!

He held his breath, watching the three petty dots as you typed your respond. You were going to say no, weren't y'all? It was too soon. Ugh, why couldn't he control himself effectually you lot?

But you lot really replied:

Sounds perfect.

A massive smile spread over Jaemin's face.

He spent the adjacent entire mean solar day struggling in the kitchen with risotto rice and paste and bases. Why couldn't he only take said pasta? Or fifty-fifty better, have out? Jaemin was pretending to exist a nice guy, and information technology just seemed similar prissy guys cooked stuff.

When he heard you knock at 7:30PM, Jaemin ran out, flour and love apple sauce all over him. He'd finally managed to put together a half-decent risotto, just he'd had no time to become ready. Running into his tiny bathroom, he spritzed some cologne in the air and walked through information technology.

He still looked like a mess, but there was goose egg he could do now.

He opened the door with a grinning.

---

Later that night, after dinner, y'all were sitting on Jaemin'southward bed (there was no burrow) and sipping a glass of scarlet wine, feeling awfully grown up.

Patently, yous'd judged this Jaemin guy wrong. He wasn't some heartless wiggle. He was actually sweet. He cooked, and he played the guitar, and he knew poetry by eye. I mean, the guy had asked how you were feeling similar four times!

And the best matter was, he actually listened.

With Jeno, you could only go half a sentence out before he laughed also loud and started talking over you. If you always said you were feeling downward, Jeno would merely start kissing your neck and then the chat was over. It was fun at the kickoff, just two years in, it was… tired.

Jaemin couldn't be more unlike.

And at present, you were the 1 not listening!

Jaemin was maxim something about economy of scale, but all you could focus on was a smear of tomato sauce on his correct thigh. His tight black jeans hugged the musculus. Your blood was hot with booze, and permit'southward say y'all weren't feeling as well rational right now.

Reaching your hand down, you brushed off the tomato sauce with your right thumb. As you lifted your paw up, your fingers skated up the denim of his trousers, casually brushing his crotch. Lifting your pollex to your lips, you lot sucked it, staring with half-lidded optics at Jaemin.

Jaemin stopped talking mid-sentence.

"Distressing, you had a little something there," you whispered.

You saw Jaemin's Adam's apple tree bob equally he gulped. "I remember there'due south… still some left."

Smirking at his pregnant, you reached your manus down once more and rubbed it upwardly and down his thigh, relishing the roughness of the denim under your palm. With each rub, your thumb skated a petty closer to the danger zone.

You felt Jaemin shiver, his nighttime eyes focused on your hand.

The room was silent except for Jaemin'due south besides-fast breaths. Slowly, you felt Jaemin's gaze rise up to your lips.

You permit your oral cavity fall open slightly, enjoying the hunger in his gaze. The tension in the room was then hard y'all could've snapped it.

You adjusted yourself so that you were sitting on Jaemin's lap, your legs swinging off the stop of the bed.

Jaemin lifted one hand, cupping the side of your neck. His thumb swiped along your jaw. A slight sigh escaped your lips at the feeling, and that seemed to be enough for Jaemin to encompass the gap between you.

He pressed his lips confronting yours in a kiss. Jaemin kept information technology gentle, seeming to hold dorsum for some reason. You were having none of it. Inhaling through your nose, y'all moved your hands to his pilus. You tilted your head to the side to deepen the kiss.

Equally you kissed, you lot realised your orangish urban outfitters wearing apparel had skated up a little. The denim of Jaemin'southward jeans rubbed your at present bare thighs in the nigh tantalising manner. Jaemin's left hand moved to your thigh, slipping under your dress. In your surprise, y'all gasped a little, allowing Jaemin to sideslip his natural language into your rima oris.

Jaemin's kisses soon moved to your neck, hungrily moving towards your collarbone. Jaemin certain was skilful at this. You finally understood why he got so many girls to have sexual activity with him, despite being a jerk. Jaemin was hot. Damn hot.

Equally he kissed you lot, you remembered something.

"Wait," you whispered, your vocalisation husky. Jaemin seemed to ignore you, nipping bites into your skin that you knew would bruise. "Wait… mayhap we shouldn't do this."

Jaemin stopped kissing you for a moment. "But yous broke up with Jeno. What's the trouble?"

You lot stuttered, "No, I mean, plain yep, I take cleaved up with him-"

"Good," Jaemin said. And and then his cool fingers were moving to your panties, and you were too decorated moaning to continue speaking.

Until your phone rang.

The sound made both of yous jump. Swearing, you fumbled for your telephone on the bed abreast you.

It was Jeno.

Yous picked up the telephone. "H-hello?"

Jaemin frowned. Why were you still talking to that guy? Anyway, that idiot Jeno wasn't getting in betwixt you. He connected to motion his fingers, making yous gasp.

"Yes, babe, I would…. I would, love to come over for a movie," you stuttered. Y'all felt a flash of coolness equally Jaemin's ring touched your sensitive mankind, and began panting fifty-fifty harder.

"Why am… I out of breath? Well, obviously, I was only out for a run- anyway come across you lot. Bye!"

You threw downwards the phone.

Jaemin moved away from yous, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why the hell are yous coming together him? He'southward your ex!"

And then, information technology clicked. Y'all'd merely chosen Jeno 'babe'. You manifestly had not cleaved up with him this afternoon. Yous'd lied to him! Jaemin was E'er the liar, always the one who let other people down. This feeling of betrayal that was ripping up his insides, it made no sense.

Jaemin frowned. "Meet? This is why my company exists. Because cowards like you lot can't even break up with a guy!"

You scoffed. "Me? A coward? Y'all're the one making money out of people's heartbreak! At least I care about Jeno'due south feelings! You- you don't give a fuck about anyone except yourself!"

Gathering upward your things with shaky hands, y'all ran out of Jaemin's door. Just before y'all slammed the door, you shouted, "Don't telephone call me. We're DONE!"

Jaemin downed his drinking glass of wine. Not satisfied, he took a swig straight from the bottle.

You weren't the first daughter who'd screamed at him while running out of his room. Heck, y'all weren't the 100th. Merely he'd never felt like this before – like he wanted to throw himself out of the window.

You were the one person he'd ever known who, for one night, didn't just remember of Jaemin equally a jerk.

And now you were gone, and it injure like hell.

--- Jaemin stayed in bed all twenty-four hours Dominicus. Information technology was gloriously sunny, but to Jaemin, information technology seemed as grey and bland as his bedroom.

On Monday, he was sitting in the Heartbreakerz part while some guy, Haechan-something, was begging Jaemin to break up with his girlfriend.

"Practice information technology yourself," Jaemin heard himself say.

The boy stopped snivelling. He blinked a few times. "What?"

Jaemin was not smiling. "Tell her yourself, dense. Come on, you've been dating since you were xvi, doesn't she deserve an honest explanation?"

Jaemin stood up from his chair, gathered his coat and backpack and stood by the door. "Get out. This company is over."

As he walked down the stairs that twenty-four hours, he felt weirdly lite inside. He had merely gotten rid of the company he'd worked on for ii years – only information technology felt so good!

Over the next few weeks, Jaemin found himself doing things he would never unremarkably practice. When he went on the metro, he only took one costless newspaper out of the tray, non all of them. One time, he was waiting for a cab, and he let an one-time lady with a walking frame go in before him! Heck, when he was walking down the pavement, he saw a snail and stepped over it, not on it. Fifty-fifty though he wouldn't get to hear that satisfying crunch.

Afterward you'd stormed out of his life, a change was offset inside him. He kept replaying what you'd said about him being a selfish jerk, feeling the sting that your words caused, and wanting to exist… ameliorate.

Of course, he wasn't always expert. When he saw yous and Jeno walking around the mall, that guy's arm casually draped over your shoulder like you were his property, Jaemin had to go and kick over a few dustbins to vent his acrimony.

God, he barely knew you. It was one date! Perhaps he'd just never cared near another human being before, but losing you felt like losing something securely important to him.

--- It was raining the night that you stormed into Jaemin's room.

Jaemin had been crying through 'Marley and Me' the moving-picture show. Aye, he permit himself cry these days. Simply during sad movies, though.

He swiped the tears from his cheeks and sat up straighter on his bed. "What are you doing hither?"

You looked like yous'd been crying, as well, hugging your loose white cardigan effectually your rain-drenched body.

"You have to assist me," you lot gulped. "B-break upward with Jeno."

Jaemin sighed. "I don't do that anymore." He wanted to add, simply I can be your shoulder to weep on, delight stay with me, please… only he didn't.

You lot wiped rain or tears from your cheeks. "I only think nigh you. I desire to exist with you lot Jaemin, I actually practice, but… I tin can't bring myself to break up with Jeno." You saturday on Jaemin'southward bed and hung your caput. "I'm lamentable I shouted at you. You were right. I am a coward."

Jaemin shook his head, his heart swollen. "No, y'all were correct! I was a selfish jerk. Simply I tell you, I'm trying to change." Jaemin paused. "That'south why I tin can't break up with Jeno for you. You have to practise information technology yourself."

---

Jaemin peeked over his menu from the corner of the café, his leg shaking. Sunlight streamed into the niggling stone space, packed with students and working New Yorkers.

In a round table at the centre, you were sitting across from Jeno, having what seemed to be an intense conversation.

Jaemin's heart clutched. You wouldn't exercise it, would you? Y'all wouldn't break upwardly with Jeno. You would go straight back to your human relationship and your life, and Jaemin would be stranded in the middle. Alone. Forever.

Except, suddenly, he saw Jeno's jaw tighten. Jeno reached out to take hold of your manus, his lip trembling. A few short words later, Jeno screeched his chair backwards. Grabbing his coat, he stormed out of the café.

The bell tinkling as Jeno opened the door was the sweetest audio Jaemin had e'er heard.

He ran to your table and congratulated you.

That evening, you were back in Jaemin's room, crying on his shoulder once more considering you'd only broken up with Jeno. Maybe that would be your 'thing'. Perchance as long as y'all and Jaemin were together, there would always be tears.

Jaemin hoped not. He wanted to brand you lot the happiest girl in the world.

And he had been wrong almost love, too. Love wasn't a myth, love was simply something y'all had to be brave enough to do.

When he was working at Heartbreakerz, information technology had seemed like every human relationship was doomed to fail. Simply those people were but too cowardly to fight for what they cared about. Jaemin, however, was willing to fight for you.

He would fight as long as it took to make you his own.

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OK uh so.. I recently played a subconscious object game called vermillion watch morgate accordance. In which there was a gender neutral person chosen Y/Due north Hawkes and everyone called us young hawkes. Nosotros were also a famous possessor slash detective of a business firm called vermillion watch and in the bonus part, We had to stop Irene adler from blowing up the whole underground runway track of England, we approached, sherlock holmes but he refused for personal reasons which almost cost the states our life? So now we hate him and so could yous practise a Henry Cavil!sherlock ten reader where enola goes to reader with Tewkesbury for shelter every bit after her mother and sherlock, she is inspired by young hawkes and their deadly adventures plus we live a picayune away from civilisation. Delight!

pairing: Henry!Sherlock Holmes ten gender neutral!reader

warnings: mentions of claret, injury and decease.

a/n: life has been sucking the, well, life out of me. I'm so sorry for being so inactive😭 my hands are shaking even as I type this but it was and so fun to write that I couldn't resist completing it. hope you like it!

(gif not mine, credits to the owner/creator)

"are you sure nosotros are at the right place?" Tewkesbury asked Enola. at that point, he misstepped and snapped a stick on the ground, fumbling with his steps. "do you even know where nosotros are going? why didn't you take the pathway? I agree information technology was a clay path and not quite formidable but surely information technology would have been safer tha-"

"oh my god, shut up," Enola mumbled, concentrating on non being lost. for all she knew, she could already exist lost. more anything, she was scared her companion would impale her from firing so many questions at her.

she was almost to meet the Y/N Hawkes and she would be damned if she permit Tewkesbury out of everything to ruin it for her.

unbeknownst to her, you were already aware of the pair's presence on your holding. the two had set off the alarms when they jumped over the argue. you were but waiting for Enola to find the house faster, wondering why she was visiting yous now, all suddenly.

"the master firm should be right around here," Enola said, remembering the directions you had given her in ane of your letters. "simply backside this thick bush of trees, I promise."

"how come up we tin't see information technology from here?" Tewkesbury's question was answered when the ii of them came beyond your house. it was a one storey edifice, spread over a decent area. the business firm was made of red brick covered with ivy and creepers. the plants gave the house a sense of disuse, but the garden and front end porch were so well kept that information technology was hard to entertain this idea further.

"I take been waiting for you, Enola." your voice rung out. earlier Enola could try to find the source, y'all appeared from the front door, grinning in place.

"Y/Northward!" she said, walking over to her in an attempt to at-home down her nerves and giddiness. you were, subsequently all, her idol. "information technology's so expert to see you." she went for a handshake, just you pulled her in a hug instead.

"who'southward the boyfriend?" you whispered as if what you said was a scandalous question.

"oh, that'southward Tewkesbury. he's a friend." she said before realising something. "I am then sorry, I hope you don't mind I showed him the secret path."

"hmm," you lot looked over to the boy in question in a gaze that reminded Enola of her brother. "if y'all trust him, I trust your judgement."

"really?" Enola wasn't used to existence trusted.

"of course. come on in, I am certain the path wasn't like shooting fish in a barrel to scour."

"it was so perilous!" came Tewkesbury'due south response, the first of many, you lot were certain.

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"why practice you live then far from the town?" Tewkesbury asked, examining the various news clippings you had framed on the wall - your news clippings.

"I like to be scarce."

"don't you feel solitary? bored? I tin can never live by myself for this long."

"we know." Enola supplied.

Tewkesbury glared at her, shutting up for once.

"so I met Sherlock as well. he said he would desire to be my guardian." she finished her story, recounting the events of her life.

"would you want that?" you asked her, not feeling any enthusiastic at the prospect of Sherlock Holmes raising Enola.

she shrugged. "it can't exist that bad, correct? what do you lot suggest?"

"stay abroad from him as much equally possible," you said in a lighter tone, choosing to spare the daughter with your by with her blood brother. she took information technology as a joke and huffed out a laugh.

"in all seriousness, he's non bad. I think he might be a skillful guardian, give me the independence I desire."

"if you remember information technology's a good choice then go ahead, honey."

"why practise you hate my brother?" you were taken aback past her question. how did she know? was it that obvious?

you lot voiced your thoughts and she shrugged. "something changed in the last few years. I think you two being inseperable, but now? you despise his mention and he regrets yours. what happened?"

"he regrets my mention? is he regretful I'grand withal live?"

Enola took a sharp exhale, eyes widening at the venom in your vocalization and the fire in your eyes. she has seen this look before, just never non directed at a criminal. never directed at her brother.

"what do you mean?" her innocent question brought you dorsum to the nowadays, abroad from the thoughts in your mind, the claret and the prospect of death.

weighing the options in your heed, y'all decided to tell Enola the truth of what perspired with you and Sherlock ii years ago.

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"I decided to confront Irene lonely, fourth dimension was running out and I couldn't beget more than fourth dimension to persuade Sherlock. she outsmarted me, I was stabbed right here," you pointed at your tum, "and left for expressionless. thankfully, i of the policemen plant me earlier I could die." your breaths were shakier, Enola could see that. she wanted to end you but yous continued, not giving her a risk. "I did eventually catch her, but that night... I could've died and I know it wouldn't have happened if me and Sherlock worked together. I could've died and it would've been his fault as much as Irene's."

yous knew that was not fair, putting it all on Sherlock like that, just it was hard to detect fairness when you are haemorrhage out on damp physical and pleading for anyone in the sky to send your friend to help you. and knowing he won't come considering of personal reasons.

"I'm distressing." Enola said, wanting to comfort you. "if I had known... "

"how could you? nosotros oasis't met in over a decade and Sherlock... I don't know him anymore. does he ever talk about me?"

she shook her head and your heart felt a pinch.

"correct."

"would you never come across him once more?" she asked.

"I don't know." how could you lot see him and not suspension down?

maybe I'll make a part two for this where they do run across, lemme know if you would desire that! thanks for reading! I'1000 lamentable for not posting more :/

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Sherlock x Reader: I'll always cull you

Warnings: smut & fluff; angst

You get tired of Sherlock'south interest in Irene Adler.

You stood quietly on the front end door, tears already running down your cheeks. The woman was in that location again. In his robes. Holding his easily. That was quite enough for y'all. Yous loved Sherlock, you truly did. But this fourth dimension, you were going to putt yourself kickoff.

Wiping your tears, you looked Sherlock in the eyes. Everything he needed to know in 1 await. You were leaving.

-Y/N, please. Please mind to me- Sherlock said, post-obit you into the bedchamber, trying to stop you from packing your bags.

-No, Sherlock. I had plenty. I don't deserve to become through all that. I've never washed anyone wrong- you lot said, looking him in the eyes and existence unable to command your tears- I don't understand why I have to get through such pain. Seeing you impact her, she touch you...oh god...

You didn't wanted to exist the victim hither, y'all wanted to be strong. Just that was so fucking difficult when every bone in your body seemed to me breaking and your heard felt like it was existence crushed.

-Sherlock, dear, c'mon, that is but pathetic- you heard that voice and just wanted to throw up.

-Shut your fucking mouth- you looked up in surprise. Sherlock never lost is at-home like this, specially non with her- Close up! You're pathetic. A pathetic sad creature. You will never exist anything like her. You lot're empty, and has nothing to offer to anyone. Particularly not me.

-What I need...What I demand only her can provide. And she never asked for anything in render. And all I've washed was break her heart. But that's quite enough. I cull her. I'll always choose her. Now get the fuck out of my house.

You were in shock. Irene was in shock. But Sherlock stood business firm, looking you in the eyes. You looked downwardly, waiting for her to leave. Y'all just hoped that it was finally the terminal fourth dimension.

-Can y'all delight put the bags away at present? Please.- Sherlock said, with pleading eyes.

Without looking at his face, you placed the bags in the closet, closing it and picking upwardly some clothes.

-Tin we talk?- Sherlock said in a weak voice, he seemed scared.

-Not now. Let me just take a shower and articulate my head, please- you said, nevertheless now looking him in the eyes and left the room.

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Y'all came back from the shower, with moisture pilus, and a Sherlock's old shirt. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, facing the window, deep in thoughts.

Y'all tapped lightly on his shoulder, making him turn and face you. He looked relieved to see y'all there.

-What do you lot desire to talk about?- y'all said, hints of sadness in your phonation. You were still hurt, and that broke Sherlock's heart.

-I want to apologize. I'one thousand well aware that I don't practice information technology to often. Merely allow's start from hither: I should never let myself into that spider's spider web, and I'yard sad for that. I'm sorry for all the hurting I've caused you. But, Y/N...I need you to know, that was just Sherlock, the consultor detective, going after a interesting charade. It was never a matter of attraction or cypher of the source. I demand you to know, that you are the only 1 I ever wanted.

He pulled you to sit down into his lap, knees on the bed.

-I want you. Every infinitesimal of every hour. And it drives me mad. You've became my cute, desirable, untouched mind palace.

Yous closed your eyes as his fingers traveled up your thighs, pulling the string of your underwear, leaving your cunt in direct contact with his trousers. You rubbed like crazy trying to get more friction.

-I honey every inch of your body and skin- he said, taking the shirt off and tossing it across the room- every curve- he squeezed your breasts, sucking on your nipples.

-Sherlock, babe...please- that was all it took to brand him lose is calm pace, placing on under him on the bed and undressing himself.

-Look what you exercise to me. I'm all yours- he said, stroking himself and coming towards your dipping cunt.

-Fuck, yes- you said in a scream when he placed all of himself inside your wet walls.

-Fuck, yous experience then good. And then fucking good and only for me.

-Kiss me, Sherlock.

God, you had sex before. But this...this was something else. All the heated kisses and Sherlock's slow footstep, you could be like that all dark if you didn't needed so much to cum.

With all of your force, you managed to exist on top of him, billowy in a fast pace on his dick, rolling your eyes at the sensation.

-I love yous so so much...- Sherlock said, sitting straight and kissing you hard. God you lot loved that position. Felling him sucking on your nipples was more than enough to make your rhythm wilder.

-C'mon. Exist a good girl and cum. I might simply cum inside you- this was enough to send you to the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard- yep yes...you like that, don't you? Take all of my cum real good inside of your fiddling pussy...that'due south a expert girl.

Seconds latter you both were almost completely shot out. And Irene Adler wasn't even a shadow of a thought.

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Red Velvet reaction to their s/o having tattoos

"I win!"

Your girlfriend shouted as she jumped twice in the air later her dart had smoothly hitting the bullseye, leading to her 2nd victory over you in a row.

"Beginner's luck."

Yous pouted, causing your girlfriend's grin to abound fifty-fifty bigger.

"Simply admit information technology, I'm better at darts than you lot."

She flashed y'all a playful smirk over the edge of her glass as she took a sip from her drink.

"Only you wait. This time I'll totally beat you!"

You challenged her before taking off your cardigan and carelessly discarding it, pretending that your catastrophic losses were only to arraign on your lacking mobility due to the boosted layer that you had been wearing.

"I was just giving you a head kickoff."

You giggled although your laughter speedily died down when y'all turned around and looked at your girlfriend. Her playful smirk had disappeared all of a sudden, and she was now staring at your arms instead. But now you remembered that she had actually never seen yous with short sleeves before, causing your tattoos to exist exposed today for the first time. Bashfully, you lot grinned while trying to read your girlfriend's confront, knowing that tattoos weren't all the same accustomed by everyone in Korea.

Irene

"Exercise you lot detest them?"

Your question ripped Joohyun from her railroad train of thought and but now she realized that she had been staring at your arms wordlessly. For a moment, she remained quiet, trying to appraise how she felt about your tattoos before clearing her throat.

"No...I was just surprised to come across that you have tattoos."

She replied truthfully, deciding that although she had never really particularly liked tattoos on anyone else, she couldn't say that she hated how they looked on you lot.

"So they don't bother you?"

You probed insecurely, causing Joohyun's gaze to soften when she realized that you were a fiddling chip scared of her judgement.

"Does it bother you that I don't accept any?"

She countered and you instantly seemed to relax a bit.

"No of grade not."

You chuckled, making Joohyun shrug in reply.

"Well and then I don't have a problem either. Just... maybe don't show them to my parents right away."

She giggled, causing the last bit of your nervousness to wash abroad.

"Agreed. And now I volition boot your barrel."

You grinned before stepping in front of the dartboard again. Fondly, Joohyun watched how you sticked your tongue out a bit as you concentratedly aimed for the bullseye, and she smiled to herself. How could a triviality like that ever make her love you less?

Seulgi

"Oh...um...right, I oasis't told you about that all the same."

You stuttered, making Seulgi realize that you were nervously waiting for a reaction of hers. Calmly, she walked towards you and softly grabbed your artillery in order to be able to take a closer wait at your tattoos.

"I similar them. They suit you."

She smiled while tracing the outlines of your tattoos with her fingertips, causing you to sigh in relief.

"Really?"

You searched for her eyes and Seulgi nodded without hesitation.

"Of course! Yous didn't hide them from me, did you?"

She asked a bit worried, wondering whether she had made you lot experience like she didn't dearest you unconditionally.

"No, of course non. The topic but never really came up, only now I feel bad for blindsiding you like that."

You chuckled bashfully and Seulgi kissed your cheek swiftly to reassure you lot.

"Information technology'southward not like information technology's a big deal, so don't worry. I take actually idea near getting one myself, just information technology seems like I just can't decide on a design."

She pouted, causing you to laugh.

"Well if you should ever need a recommendation for a skillful tattoo creative person, I know a few."

You lot grinned and Seulgi nodded contemplatively in respond, feeling like the thought of getting a tattoo didn't seem so unrealistic correct now. I day...maybe.

Wendy

"Ah take I ever told you that I have tattoos?"

You chuckled nervously, causing Seungwan to laugh.

"No I'm afraid you forgot to mention that."

She glared at you jokingly before getting closer to you to admire the artwork on your artillery.

"Whoa I dear that one! Whoever made that is really talented!"

Seungwan gaped after spotting a tattoo that looked especially detailed and creative.

"Yeah I dearest that i too! Information technology turned out fifty-fifty better than I had imagined it."

You lot replied and Seungwan noticed how your nervousness had completely disappeared all of a sudden. Instead, excitement had taken over your body and you started telling her the backstory of the tattoo. Attentively, she listened to you, feeling like she was falling in love with yous all over over again equally she looked into your sparkling optics. She could listen to yous talking most the things that you were passionate about forever.

"Well and that's how I ended up getting two more ones."

You eventually concluded your story with a proud grin, causing Seungwan to giggle.

"Well I've e'er known that yous're a existent baddie."

She smirked and you lot winked at her cheekily, making both of you erupt in loud laughter. With aching bellies and beaming faces, the ii of you somewhen returned to the dartboard again and continued your game, making Seungwan realize how lucky she had become to be in a relationship that made both of you experience comfortable enough to unapologetically be yourselves.

Joy

"Are those real tattoos?"

Sooyoung asked in surprise while walking closer to you.

"Yeah...you don't listen, do y'all?"

You replied, looking at her with insecurity reflecting in her optics, causing her to slap your arm.

"Yah, of course non. Who practise you think I am? A grandma? I'chiliad but surprised that you've never shown them to me before."

She almost whined before crossing her artillery sulkily.

"Sorry...Sometimes I only forget that I accept tattoos, and I didn't really desire to make a big deal out of it."

Yous grinned apologetically while sneaking your arm around her waist to pull her closer.

"But you simply did make a big bargain out of it! I can't believe that you actually were nervous to show them to me."

Sooyoung clicked her tongue half-threateningly, half-jokingly.

"I'one thousand lamentable, please don't have it personal. Not everyone has responded positively to my tattoos in my life earlier, so I became a bit cautious."

You pouted, making it impossible for Sooyoung to stay mad at you.

"Fine, I forgive you lot. But don't yous cartel to ever forget again that you have the all-time and coolest girlfriend in the globe."

She glared at you, causing yous to giggle silently.

"I hope."

You smiled while lifting your pinky, managing to make Sooyoung laugh before linking her pinky with yours. Yous were never allowed to forget that she loved you lot more than anything no matter what.

Yeri

"Yous take tattoos?"

Yeri gasped loudly the moment she saw your exposed skin while stumbling to your side to have a closer expect at your arms.

"Yeah, haven't I mentioned that before?"

You grinned bashfully as you shifted your weight from i foot to the other.

"No! Why have you lot never shown them to me before??"

She asked reproachfully after thoroughly studying your piddling artworks.

"Well you oasis't shown me your tattoos till now either!"

Yous defended yourself and Yeri glanced at you through her lashes in disapproval.

"Because everyone knows that I'm tattooed and has already seen them."

She shoved you lightly and you put your palms together equally if you were begging for her forgiveness.

"I'm sorry, it has simply slipped my heed to mention them."

You lot showed her your best puppy canis familiaris eyes, causing Yeri to giggle before scanning your tattoos once more.

"Did that i hurt? I was thinking most getting ane there likewise."

She asked curiously while pointing at one of the tattoos on your forearm.

"That i? No, the pain was totally manageable. You lot should get for information technology. Maybe we can even go tattoos together one mean solar day."

You smiled and Yeri mirrored your expression as she thought about your suggestion. It was besides early now, just she would actually dearest to accept a permanent token of your honey 1 twenty-four hours.

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