#zack patterson x reader

[tulipsforvin]

Can I request the moriarty brothers and Zack Paterson x reader reaching reader (i don't mind about the gender) too late and when they finally find reader, they're dead?

ᥫ᭡. MTP CHARACTERS REACH YOU LATE

✧ ⚠️: Death, suicide, murder, angst .. I think that's all.

╰┈⪼ ୨ William James Moriarty is busy teaching his class when he finds out you've passed in the hospital. ୧

“Now, you'll have some trouble solving the equations but once you get the hang of it - it'll be far easier for you all.” William says, palms against the podium as he looks over his class, a gentle smile plastered across his features.

Two knocks are heard on the door opposite to the podium he stands in front of. Slowly, the door is opened to a new face - looking at William with somber, hesitant eyes.

“Yes?” William lifts his head, gazing over the stranger. Several students turn their heads to look at the new man as well. “Can I help you?”

The man inhales, unsurely looking over the classroom. “Lord Moriarty, please. It's urgent.” He says, gesturing William to come closer towards the man.

William pauses, wondering what could be so urgent. He nods his head, making his way to the end of the class. The man takes William out of the classroom to break the news, whispering into his ear.

He stiffens, not sure if he's heard the man right. “Pardon? I-” His heart is thumping violently in his chest, feeling his palms get sweaty all of a sudden. The impact the news has is even worse when his older brother, Albert, comes personally to pick his younger brother up.

“William..” Albert rasps, guiding him towards the carriage to get to the hospital. William's dazed, feeling like he's not here, not present. Albert has to hold him by the shoulders.

It's only when he finds your lifeless body on the hospital bed when it finally clicks for him. He's standing in the doorway momentarily before his knees suddenly give out under him. Albert holds onto him, making sure he doesn't hurt himself from the fall. “What is..? Brother?” William turns to look at Albert, who's gaze is locked to the ground, afraid to meet his younger brother's eyes. “They were in a carriage accident, William.” He says silently. “They were crossing the road when a carriage's wheels suddenly came undone; crushing them under it's weight.”

He's so very soft and gentle when he gathers you into his arms, cradling you close to his chest. Soft sobs involuntarily make their way out of his throat as he rocks you back and forth on the hospital bed, lips pressed against your forehead. His eyelids are closed and tears drip from them, the flat of his thumb caresses the back of your cold hand, arms wrapped around you as if it would warm your lifeless, cold body, even by the slightest.

╰┈⪼ ୨ Albert had baked your favourite dessert after a long time since you'd been diagnosed with a chronic illness. He wanted to share it with you. ୧

You had been spending your final days in the hospital. Medical tubes held your frail existence, oscillating between life's edge and the promise of tomorrow.

Despite your preparations and promises to be strong, a solitary tear betrayed your resolve. Did you regret sending him away for your favorite dessert, knowing death was inching closer? No. No, you didn't. Did you? It was your plan in the first place, to spare him from witnessing your departure from this mortal realm.

It was a nice life, wasn't it?

“It was.” You whisper, smiling softly to yourself.

Your senses grow gentle and distant, as if caressed by a gentle breeze on a summer evening and the world around you recedes, becoming acutely aware of the gentle rise and fall of your breath. You release the weight of existence, surrendering to the gentle pull of the unknown.

“Darling! So very sorry I'm late, I was-” He peaks his head into the hospital room, your favourite dessert in a bag he holds. He stiffens, the silence of the room jarring. He'd half expected you to nag him about being so late. “Darling?”

The sight of you, so silent and unmoving makes his heart fall to the ground. The bag falls to the floor. He feels his stomach churn as he makes his way to you, tiptoeing to you quietly as if a noise too loud would wake you - but perhaps, that was all he wanted. To wake you up once more. Tears stream down his face, feeling his heart break inside of his chest.

“I'd baked for two.” He whispers to your motionless body, stroking your hair softly. A small, soft whimper makes it's way past his lips when he leans down to press his lips against the tip of your nose, bidding you goodbye.

“Rest now, my beloved.” He speaks softly, slowly running his palm over your eyelids and closing them for you. Atleast now you wouldn't be in constant pain.

╰┈⪼ ୨ Louis didn't want it this to end - certainly not this way. He was sorry and he wanted to apologize to you. ୧

Louis's ears were ringing loudly - the noises in his head almost too blaring, too violent, completely blocking out the abrasive shouts of those around him.

His breath was rapid, irregular and heavy as he pushed everyone out of his way to get to you. All kinds of thoughts flooded through his mind. He'd gotten too angry, too caught up in the moment that he ended up lashing out at you. He knew you were having problems with everything, with yourself. He should have understood. He should have. If only he didn't lash out at you, if only he had noticed these signs earlier - the constant anxiety, the inability to get out of bed, to eat, to take care of yourself..

An officer from the Scotland yard stops him, trying to block him from getting to you. “Sir, please! You can't go past these police lines anymore.”

He pushes past the police officer, too focused on locating you. When he finally finds your body on the ground, chalk outlining your body - he can only feel his heart break inside of his chest to see you in such a state.

“(Name)..!” He gasps, voice weak and barely audible. “No..” His voice cracks as he staggers his way to you, police officers still trying to stop him. He kneels infront of your unmoving body, holding you into his arms.

“Please..” Louis pleads, burying his face into your hair. “You can't..- you can't leave me. Please, (Name). I'm sorry..”

“Wake up, please. (Name)..” He looks down at your lifeless body. "Wake up." He whispers to you, the sound of his wails of grief echoing throughout the atmosphere. "Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up." He pleads to every single deity out there, hoping one of those ‘wake up's’ would wake you up and bring you back to him.

He's shaking all over, tears flooding his eyes and making it's way down his face. “Scream at me, hit me, be angry. Hate me all you want. Please, just wake up.”

╰┈⪼ ୨ How would Zack know that his very work of line, the one he swore to use to make a safer world for you, would wound up being the reason for him to lose you? ୧

Surrounded by constant threats and corruption, in and out of the CID - that's what it meant to be Zack's significant other. And yet, the both of you didn't mind - as long as you two were by each other's side, everything was alright.

That was the case.. until now. He was always a work oriented man, he'd never put his emotions over his duties.

And yet, his emotions overwhelmed him greatly. You were his light - and now with you gone, he felt himself loose a part of him.

Zack stood at the scene, his eyes fixated on the lifeless body of his lover being carefully placed on the stretcher. The blaring ambulance sirens echoed in the background, their piercing wails mingling with the chaotic thoughts racing through his mind. His hand feebly grasped onto your own a little too longer as you're carried away, watching you with a grief stricken gaze.

Lestrade, his trusted colleague, approached him cautiously with concern etched on his face. "Zack, I'm.. so very sorry for what happened." he said softly, his voice barely audible over the clamor around them. "We'll find the person responsible for this. I promise you."

Zack blinks, a tear dripping down his face. His chest tightened, a mixture of grief and anger overwhelming him. He clenched his fists, his jaw set in determination. "I won't rest until I find the bastard who did this." he replied, his voice laced with raw emotion.

“They're going to regret-” his voice breaks. “-what they did to them, what they took from me. ”

He replayed their last moments together, the warmth of your touch, the gentle sound of your laughter. And now, all he was left with was an empty void, a painful absence that threatened to consume him. As the ambulance doors closed, shutting out the sight of his lover's lifeless form, Zack's heart sank further.

Memories of their time together flooded his mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of what had been stolen from him.

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[joanquill]

Sweater weather & "Do you believe in ghosts?"

15 Character is zack Peterson Type: romantic, fluff, deep meaning? And 25 w fred

Zack Paterson & Fred Porlock

Tag/s: Romantic (Paterson), Platonic (Fred), Fluff Ending, Deep Meaning(?) IDK Warning/s: Death, Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Profanity

"Mx. (Y/N),"

"Yeah?"

"Do you believe in ghosts?"

You straightened your posture as you looked at Fred, confused at the sudden question.

"...Kind of concerning how you're asking me that when I'm about to leave," you chuckled as you put on your coat.

"If I'm being honest... Not really... Or at least I hope they don't exist considering our job," you dryly chuckled as you grabbed your basket, opening the door.

"Why do you ask?" you questioned as you looked back at him.

"...Just a thought..." he mumbled, turning away as he rubbed his arm.

You raised a brow at his answer but shrugged your shoulders.

"If you say so," you smiled as you put on your shoes, "I'll be back in a couple of hours,"

"Right... Be careful. It's quite cold today," he reminded you as he saw you off waving goodbye.

"You're telling me..." you chuckled, stretching your neck and shoulders as the cold wind kept making you shiver.

"I'll be back before dinner!" you waved goodbye as you headed off.

Fred bit his lip as his eyes focused on the shadowy figure on your back, clinging to you.

"I wonder what's gotten into that boy..." you muttered, fixing your bouquet as you continued walking.

"Hope you didn't wait long," you smiled as you opened the cemetery's gate, greeting your ex-husband's gravestone.

You replaced the old flowers with new ones, laying your coat on the grass and sitting down.

"William sent out on a new mission, and I had to go to London for a few weeks. Hope you didn't miss me much," you chuckled as you laid out your drink, pouring yourself a cup.

"Anyway, you wouldn't believe this, but..."

Your head started to sway as you tried to keep sitting up, the alcohol hitting you hard as you fell back.

"I thought I would find you here," a new voice greeted as a shadow loomed over you, making you open your eyes.

"Paterson..." you muttered, seeing the man looking at you.

"You're going to catch a cold," he sighed, giving you a sweater.

"Thanks..." you smiled as you sat up, "What brings you here?" you muttered, putting on the sweater.

"The others were wondering if you were okay," he answered, sitting beside you.

"Is that so?" you chuckled, looking down at the sweater.

"...Are you okay?" Paterson gently asked, making you chuckle.

"Honestly? I'm not sure myself..." you sighed, looking straight at your ex-husband's gravestone.

You two sat in silence as the wind continued to blow.

"...Are you going to stay here the whole time?"

"You look like you could use the company," he replied, making you breathe out a smile.

"My husband... was not a good man..." you started, making Paterson look at you.

"I was only fifteen when he brought me to that godforsaken house... He was jealous and would accuse me of infidelity at every chance he got," you tightened your jaw, memories flooding back in.

"The nights when he was drunk were the worst of it..." you sadly laughed, remembering the bruises and scars it left you.

"And when he died... All I felt was relief," you breathed out, resting your hand over your face.

"I thought I was finally free... That it was finally over..." you continued, looking at the gravestone.

"And yet here I am... visiting this bastard every year..." you frowned, fidgeting with the end of your sweater.

"And I don't even know why..." you sighed, running your hands through your hair.

Paterson kept quiet as he looked at the gravestone.

"You were only a child back then..." Paterson started, making you turn to him.

"This is what you've known your whole life... So don't beat yourself up about it," he reassured, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"But you're not alone anymore," he smiled, pulling you to his chest.

"Don't ever forget that, okay?" he reminded, rubbing your back.

You breathed a smile as you hugged him back, sighing as his body heat covered you in warmth.

"Right... Thank you..." you sighed, standing up as you pulled him along.

"Let's go home?" you suggested, making him smile.

"Let's."

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #halloween #zack paterson x reader #zack paterson #zach patterson #ynm fred #fred porlock #jq halloween event

[inkesmind]

mtp cast reacting to “babe i’m at the hospital” texts pt. 2

featuring: von herder, mycroft holmes, george lestrade, jack reinfield, and zack patterson

warnings: none

a/n: someone asked for extra characters, so i decided to do a part two!! i really hope this is good lmao

von herder

mycroft holmes

george lestrade

jack reinfield

zack patterson

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp #von herder x reader #mycroft holmes x reader #george lestrade x reader #zack patterson x reader #jack reinfield x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #queue #[☻︎] #[☞︎] #[❖]

[tulipsforvin]

ᥫ᭡. MTP CHARACTERS AS YANDERES

✧ a/n: my dumbass deleted this request or something. i don't know.. it just kind disappeared so here i am, writing it again. @noregretzfoodieotaku here you go!! 😭

✧ ⚠️: mentions of obsessive behaviour, mentions of gore, stalking

MANIPULATION and mind games are a favourite of their's. They twist and turn their words - coating their venomous sentences with honey to hide their true intentions.

“I love you like a grave loves it's corpse; you rot into me while I embrace your decay. Where else would you find somebody like me?”

They are more subtle and discrete than the rest. And yet, they're the most dangerous out of all. They mess with your mind - loosening your screws and bending you to their will.

You shrivel, unsure of how to respond. “I-” You look away, not sure where to direct your gaze. “I can't.. because there's nobody else like you. There won't ever be anyone else like you.”

They tip your chin upwards to meet your gazw, a victorious smile gracing their facial features. “You're correct. You never can.”

They play the role of a god - a saviour, something holy that it seems almost comical to expect something dark out of them. They scheme right under your nose and yet they're completely unnoticeable - so when you're finally their's and in their complete grasp, you won't even be aware of what hit you.

the manipulators: albert j. moriarty, william j. moriarty, mycroft holmes, james bonde, charles augustus milverton.

STALKING you is like second nature to them. They've memorized your sleeping schedule, when you get in and out of work or your educational institution, the type of food you eat and avoid, the places you frequent, etc.

They're on the more quieter side, similar to the manipulators. Yet, they won't initiate direct contact with you. Atleast not yet.

They watch silently as you move on about your day from the cracks of your doors or your windows, any opening that is accessible for them to get a view of you.

“Oh!” You gasp, bumping into somebody's shoulder as you get out of the subway. “I'm so very sorry! I didn't mean to—”

The figure disappears. You don't remember their face and all you have of them is now a love letter that appeared out of nowhere, the words written in blood.

You'll find remnants of their presence in the place where you live or go to work for/study. Footprints, gifts, shards of glass - etcetera, etcetera. Did they break into your house?

the stalkers: fred porlock, irene adler, zack patterson or zach paterson, billy the kid, von herder.

DEVOTION is the first word that comes into your mind when you look at them. They obsess over you like canines - clawing and sharp, salivating and perspiring. It's messy.

They find their God in you. For them, ichor runs in your blood and they lick it off your wounds like the nectar the divine consume.

They are the most violent, most agressive and the loudest of the three. They tend to be overprotective and all consuming.

Bodies are slit and stabbed, throats and heads are beheaded and cut, entrails are put up as if they were decorations or stepping stones for the things or lives it took to get to you.

“Nobody,” They begin, wiping away the smudge of blood on their upper lip. “Nobody can seperate you from me. I will crawl back to you from the devil's grasp if you call me.”

the violently devoted: louis j. moriarty, sherlock holmes, sebastian moran, billy the kid(??)

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[joanquill]

SFW Alphabet

Zack Paterson

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He shows a normal amount of affection. He's fine holding hands in public, a few kisses on the cheek here and there, but nothing too excessive. He's more expressive at home or when it's just the two of you. He likes holding your hand while reading, absentmindedly playing with your fingers. His way of showing affection is subtle and quiet. He doesn't need to announce to the whole world who he's with. As long as you know that he loves you, that's good enough for him.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

This man is TIRED of you but loves you to bits. He is the voice of reason for you two. He's not afraid to tell you how it is when he knows you're about to do something stupid. He's the friend that'll smack some common sense into you. You two most likely met through William or Scotland Yard. Like him, you know the police force and justice system are dirty at their core, so you try to fix it from the inside. You two usually share a cigarette on your break or drink after a hard day's work with Lestrade.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He likes resting his weary head on your lap after a hard day. Having you remove his glasses and playing with his hair always relaxes him. Just having your presence around him brings him peace. He doesn't usually ask for cuddles. Wrapping your legs around on the couch, leaning on each other while napping, and telling each other about your day are more his go-to. He's usually the big spoon, hugging you from behind or your head resting on his chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The man's in his 40s, so I think one or two colleagues have brought up marriage for men his age. He does want to settle down with you but at your own pace. He doesn't want to get married just because people say: "You're running out of time". He can take care of himself. He knows how to cook basic dishes and is not afraid to try new recipes. He keeps his house clean, do his laundry, and all other house chores.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd be mature about it. If he breaks up, it's when he knows it's time to end it. He'll do everything to try and keep the relationship going, but sometimes it's not meant to be. He'll break up with you when you're alone, explaining his side of the story. He doesn't want to have regrets and loose ends. He'll try to still have a good relationship with you, not exactly friends, but there is no resentment.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He's very work-oriented, but he's starting to open up to the idea of marriage when you two have gotten together. He's not exactly opposed to it, but he wants to be committed when he knows he can keep it. He's in no rush to get married, enjoying what you have in the present. However, when you both start talking about marriage and a future together, his eyes might linger on the rings if you visit a jewelry store.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle. Paterson wants to take care of your relationship and you. He'll never raise his voice at you, even when angry. Paterson just lets out an exasperated sigh and talks it out with you. He wants to solve problems with you and him on the same side. During the evenings, he loves hearing you talk. You'll see it in his eyes the adoration he has for you and the gentle touch he has when he brushes off your hair from your face, not wanting to interrupt you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He's not very initiative when it comes to hugs, but he opens his arms to you when you want one. He doesn't really hug in public unless you need one. If you're sad, celebrating something, he'll hug you. But you'll have better luck when you're alone. He can't deny how his cheeks turn pink when you surprise him with a hug from behind. And the fact that he seems to be in a better mood after.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says it in the middle of the relationship, most likely after you've said it to him or when he knows you're the one for him. When he first heard it, he turned to you in surprise, asking you to repeat it. Once he has confirmed that you said those words, his face contorts into a gentle smile as he kisses your fingers, saying it back to you in the most sincere tone.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

You'll never catch this man admitting he was jealous. Especially if the person is one of his friends. Sebastian likes to tease him through you. It's the only way he can get under Paterson's skin. Sebastian would give compliments between friends, and you would happily compliment him back, oblivious to the knowing smile Sebastian would give Paterson. He knows Sebastian would never betray his trust, but he'd rather have your attention on him than the colonel. He'll just ignore the man and have you stay close to him for the rest of the evening.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

They're usually short and sweet, greeting each other in the morning or ending the day in each other's arms. He likes having a hand on your cheek, melting at the sight of you nestling into his palm. He likes kissing your lips the most, but his runner-ups are your cheeks and the back of your hand. He loves the blush you have whenever he treats you like royalty. He also likes being kissed on the lips or on his head, especially when he has a headache.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He thinks kids are cute, but that's about it. He can babysit for sure, but he's not so sure about actually becoming a parent. He doesn't really get excited when he sees kids. He likes hearing them talk or holding conversations with them, thinking they're intriguing. He talks to children the same way he talks to adults, he doesn't dumb down his sentences when talking to them but his tone is gentler.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Paterson's an early riser, whether he has work or not. He's never had a record of being late on his life, and he's not gonna start now, even when you try to convince him. He'll give you a quick kiss and promises to make it up to you, and he always does. When he doesn't have work, he'll cuddle you for a little while before starting the day and make breakfast for you both.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Every evening he comes home, he looks for you. If he's had a good day, he can't wait to share it with you. If he's had a bad one, he'll hold you tight or rest on your lap. Either way, you can tell how he lights up when he sees you after a long day. You two usually share your day as you both make dinner and prepare to go to sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's not exactly secretive, but he's not an open book, either. He doesn't keep secrets from you, but he thinks some things aren't necessary to share, especially at the start of the relationship. When you two start to get serious, that's when he starts opening up more. He shows more sides to him only you are allowed to see.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He can get angry, but not with you. When he's mad at corrupt people, he'll just look at them in disgust. If he's mad at a co-worker, he usually goes for a smoke to calm down or talk to you about it. He always tries to talk to you when things are heating up. He never shouts at you, but his voice does get serious. The most you'll see him angry are furrowed brows, rubbing his temples, and huffs.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers the important details. Anniversaries, birthdays, your favorite foods, hobbies, and quirks. He plans ahead, just in case, like buying your gifts early, making reservations a week before, and more. But with how busy he is with MI6 and Scotland Yard, sometimes it slips out. On one occasion, Paterson spent the day helping Scotland Yard with an investigation, but he already had a present ready for you in his closet.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment with you was when he came home, had an absolutely long day, and wanted nothing more than to see you. When he saw you in the kitchen, you had the biggest smile as you cheerfully greeted him with a kiss. He tried to hide how tired he was and asked you about your day, which you happily shared. As he listened to you, he could feel his fatigue melt away as your smile never left your face, and your eyes were shown as you told your story.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's not that protective of you, but if someone hurts you, he will not hesitate to hit them back ten times worse. He knows you can take care of yourself and fight your battles, but he's always by your side if you need support. Even though he's not usually the one on the battlefield, he trusts you with all his heart. He knows you have his back no matter what.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in the effort, especially when he hasn't seen you for some time. Special occasions like anniversaries and birthdays are always reserved, and he tries to spend the whole day with you. Each gift he gives has some type of meaning, whether it's your favorite flowers, a reminder of your date, or something that reminds him of you. He helps you out around the house when he can. If he's the one who comes home early, he'll make dinner for you both as he straightens up the place.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Workaholic? Smoking? He likes those little cigars, but if you don't smoke, he makes sure to only do it on the balcony or somewhere you can't get sick. One of his bad habits was always talking logically about your problems, even when you just wanted to vent. That's how he learned to ask you if you wanted him to just lend an ear or offer advice. He also has a habit of bottling his frustrations up or going to smoke.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

As long as he looks presentable enough to go to work, he's good. He's a little concerned about his skin, though, especially with the number of skin care products James gave him. One good thing about it, you two know share a routine of using them for your skin and enjoy the evening together. He does make an effort to look better when you're going on a date. He loves it when you compliment him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He can continue to do his job even without you. But there are times when he slips and calls out for you. He'll continue on his routine of the day without missing a beat, but it feels like something's missing. Similar to how a drawing has no color. Everything's there in place, but it's missing something that makes it feel alive.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

LOVES the nights you two spend on self-care. It feels like a spa with you by his side, sharing stories and keeping him updated with everything. Another thing is even though he hates sweets, he loves kissing you after you eat something sweet. Sometimes he'll buy you pastries that you like just to kiss you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who he can't hold a conversation with. If a person is oblivious to things and refuses to learn or think outside the box, he's not into it. He likes a partner he can talk to for hours about anything and everything. Of course, deceitful, corrupted, selfish, and manipulative people are out of the question. He also hates someone who only takes something at face value, not bothering to see all sides of the story.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He tries to keep a healthy sleeping schedule, but overtime is a thing. He usually comes home at the dead of night, or he just sleeps in his office. He always tries to finish his work and come to you, but some things are unavoidable. There were even times when he came home, he fell asleep on the couch before eating dinner.

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #zack paterson x reader #zach patterson #zack paterson #sfw alphabet #he is a man of many names

[joanquill]

Drunken Confessions

As you were about to go out drinking with your friends for the weekend, you bumped into your ex-lover, causing a damper to your mood.

Zack Paterson

Guide: (E/L): Your Ex Male Lover (L/N): Your Last Name (N/N): Your Nickname

“Knock, knock…” you mumbled, knocking on the door as you looked around the office while Paterson fixed his things.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” he grumbled, not looking up while you smiled and walked up to him.

“Is that any way to greet a friend?” you teased, earning a scoff from the man.

“Oh, relax… Lestrade just wanted to go grab a drink. Wanna come?”

“I’m busy,”

“With what?” he shot you a glare while you kept your smile.

“Come on…!” you whined as he walked past you, “You’ve been working your ass off for weeks now. You need a break!” you urged, following him out.

“And what better way to spend the weekend than with your best friends?” you joked, putting on puppy eyes as Paterson shook his head and ignored you, making you huff.

“I also asked Will to give you time off, you know?” you added, making him stop and raise a brow at you.

“Lestrade is getting suspicious. I joke that you’ve always been a stick in the mud, even back in the academy, but… He’s more sharp-eyed than you think,” you explained, walking up to him and looping your arm with his.

“So…? It’s my treat,” you smiled, making him sigh in defeat.

“…Just one drink...”

"I can't believe I agreed to this..."

"But you did," you smiled, skipping over the steps as Paterson followed behind.

"You always do," you cheekily grinned, making Paterson scoff and look away.

"Only because you are so stubborn,"

"You know you love me," you teased, leaning closer to him as he looked away, a pink hue on his cheeks.

"If you mean tolerating you, then yes."

"Aww... Love you too, Patty-"

"-(Y/N)?" a voice called out, making you stop and look around.

"(E/L)!" you gasped, surprised to see him with a girl hugging his arm.

"(Y/N), it's so nice to see you again!" (E/L) smiled, hugging you tightly.

"Haha, yeah. It's been a while," you smiled, awkwardly hugging back.

"Ahem," the girl cleared her throat as she placed a hand on (E/L)'s arm.

"Ah, right," he bashfully laughed, making the girl playfully roll her eyes.

"Love," (E/L) called the girl, making you widen your eyes, "This is (Y/N), one of my friends," (E/L) introduced, as the girl did a short bow.

"(Y/N), this is Ida, my fiancée," he introduced as the girl showed off her ring proudly, making your jaw drop.

"Oh, wow!" you exclaimed, putting on your best face, "Congratulations!" you smiled, shaking the hands of the two.

"Thank you," (E/L) sheepishly scratched the back of his head as Ida smiled lovingly.

Patterson raised a brow as he walked over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Let's go?" he said, pulling you away from the couple, "We can't keep Lestrade waiting,"

"R-Right," you smiled before looking back at the two, "Sorry, but we have to go," you apologetically smiled.

"Don't worry, we can catch up some other time!" (E/L) and Ida waved goodbye as you and Paterson walked away, waving back.

“Paterson!” Lestrade happily greeted, patting the man on the back.

“Thought you wouldn’t be able to make it,”

“Well, (L/N) can be very… persuasive,” Patterson pushed back his glasses as the two looked over at you, who seemed preoccupied.

"(L/N)," Paterson called out, bringing you back to earth.

"Hm? Ah, yeah!" you smiled, making Paterson furrow his brows.

“Not bad, (N/N),” Lestrade grinned as he messed your hair, making you chuckle.

“I do my best,” you bowed, making Patterson sigh and Lestrade laugh.

“So, off to the usual bar?"

"As always," Lestrade smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Throughout the way, Paterson noticed you seemed to be drifting away since your interaction with (E/L).

"I'll be right back," Lestrade grumbled, standing up from his seat, wobbling a little.

"Easy there, big guy," you giggled, helping him stand as he made his way to the bathroom.

You shook your head as you took a sip of your drink.

"He really goes all out when someone else is paying, huh?" you joked, making Paterson chuckle.

"It was your choice to pay," he replied, making you giggle.

Paterson looked over to you, noticing the light in your eyes was gone, and your smile and laughs seemed forced.

He sighed as he put down his glass.

"What's bothering you?" he asked, catching you by surprise.

"What?"

"Ever since you talked to that couple, you've been off," he pointed out, making you awkwardly chuckle.

"Nothing gets past you, huh?" you muttered, drinking your glass.

Paterson kept giving you a serious look, making you sigh.

"All right..." you gave in, waving your hand, "(E/L) was... my ex-fiancé," you kept your eyes on the wall of liquor as Paterson widened his eyes.

"We were supposed to get married years ago, but... I saw him with another girl. Ida, as I learned today," you dryly chuckled.

"He didn't know that I caught him cheating, but I broke it off," you bitterly smiled, swirling the alcohol in your glass.

"I just told him I didn't love him anymore, and I left. After that, we never spoke," you sighed, stretching your back.

"Sorry, kind of a downer story, huh?" you dryly laughed, but Paterson kept a thoughtful expression.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm the one who asked," Patterson shrugged, making you smile.

"Thanks," you muttered, taking drinking your cup.

"If it's any consolation, your ex downgraded," he blurted out, making you spit into a laugh.

"W-Where did that come from!?" you asked, giggling between words, making him smile.

"Just thought you needed a pick-me-up," he shrugged as your laughter started to calm down.

You smiled at him as you leaned your head on his shoulder, surprising him.

"Thanks, Pat..." you muttered sincerely, making him smile.

"Only because it's you," he whispered, taking another swing.

Your eyes widened at his words as you looked up at him.

He was facing away from you, but his face was completely flushed.

From the alcohol or embarrassment, you weren't sure.

"Well, aren't you two getting chummy?" Lestrade exclaimed, making you move away.

"Lestrade! How long have you been there!?" you scolded as the man went back to his seat.

"Just now," he smiled, giving you a knowing look while you scoffed.

"Nothing happened,"

"Right... If two wanted to be alone, you should've just told me," he grinned, taking his jacket and bag.

"I'm telling you, it's not like that!" you urged, pulling him back to his seat as Paterson sighed.

'Drinking might not have been a good idea...'  he thought, looking down on his cup.

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