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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 5

a/n: ong this is going to be a bit of a crack episode w a tiny dash of flirty manager

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

-Watch the boys be all dramatic when yn misses a few days of school and suddenly show up with a broken arm😭✊🏻😔

- Dunno if this is a dream or not but i think you mentioned that yn is clumsy. Just imagine her carrying those cute band aids around for when she gets hurt. But what if she uses them on the boys when they get hurt

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- She is looking down at the boy who is checking her scrap on her knee, when she smiles all cutely and shit "I fell for you" And cue the boy having a heart attack because she is way to cute

im totally not running out of seijoh gifs or anything

anyways!!

lets start!!

okay as mentioned before and as read above,,

you are quite clumsy

like there is a normal level of clumsy

but you are just on another level

like in manager part 2, your mom ltr was not shocked when you said you fell up the stairs like ‘oh okay. the weathers nice today’

lmao what

and youre also the type to not even know you got hurt like youd just be scratching your arm and youd find a bruise

‘how did that get there?’

so it was common to find you with band-aids on you and bruises all over

like you entered the gym for practice and you were just doing your normal manager tingz when our meme bois saw you and zoomed towards you

‘y/n-chan!!! we missed you!!!!

makki screeched which scared you so you dropped the crate of bottles onto your feet

‘owie’

you mumbled, the pain settling in at an overwhelmingly quick pace so there were tiny tears in your eyes

the duo gasped and quickly kicked the crate to the side like they were angry at it for hurting you

uwu omg thats so cute

or the one time you were wiping the sweat from kyo’s forehead

he had a small soft smile that could only be seen by you as you got rid of the sweat

but that smile turned into a frown when he got a glimpse at the discoloration on certain parts of your arms

‘y/n’

he whispered

you blinked up and he gently grabbed your arm, fingertips ghosting over the bruises

‘how could you do this to your beautiful skin’

he mumbles and you shrugged

‘hmm,,, i didnt even know they were there’

kyo shook his head with an amused chuckle and iwa, who was drinking water at the side, noticed you two

then he noticed more at your other arm and baby boi hurriedly ran over to you

next thing you know, you got best bois fussing over you always hurting yourself and kyo gently headbutts you to tell you off while iwa flicks your nose

‘honestly, we cant trust you by yourself’

you just giggled at them which caused them to stumble and fluster

THESE BOYS ARE SO SOFT LIKE PLEASE

its quite normal for you to look like you just fell down the stairs and be so surprised whenever the boys point it out

like youd have this confused pout and tilt your head ‘hm? hello. how did you get here’

its kinda cute

and ofc you would naturally have your ointments for bruises or a first aid kit at all times bc you never really know when it happens and you need to treat it quickly

the boys always count on you for medical tape when their fingers bleed or whenever watari gets bruises all over his legs bc of too many flying dives

the bench was a common place for you to treat the others and our libero babie was sitting there at one practice

you were kneeled on the floor and gently applying ointment on the growing colors on his skin

‘hmm,,, wata-san, be careful next time, okay? your skin is really soft and pretty. its a shame to ruin it’

he wanted to scoff at the irony and the hypocritical comment but your worried and concerned eyes made him softly smile and nod

‘mhm. i will’

even though it was uneeded on reddened places, you would dig in your bag and fish out a gudetama bandaid on it

it was like a doctor’s signature for you and it makes the boys ltr fall in love with you all over again

ororororor that one time where kindaichi accidentally got a papercut during your study sessions and he was tearing up slightly at the pain

LMAO YALL REALLY OUT HERE TOUGHING OUT PAPERCUTS LIKE ITS NOTHING BUT I ACT LIKE I GOT STABBED 10 TIMES

you grinned at him to show that it was going to be okay and he let you sit on his lap so you could treat it

he still had a pout and you were giving him forehead kisses to calm him down

‘see? its going to be okay. nurse y/n-chan is the best out there and she’ll take care of you!’

he laughed slightly and you victoriously smiled

once it was all wrapped up, you placed a kiss on it

‘ya gotta kiss it to make it better’

not saying im doing a kindaichi route or anything but he may or may not tackled you with kisses with that comment

but sometimes, they would have to be the one to put that bandaid on you

like one day, you were walking down the stairs to go to the changing rooms for practice and humming softly when you caught sight of the tall volleyball player mattsun at the bottom of the stairs

he was just passing by and you noticed him, waving your hand and shouting his name

‘mattsun-san!’

you greeted and he turned and he smiled brightly at you

you excitedly increased your pace going down the stairs, not noticing that you stepped on the edge of the step and caused your foot to slip

unfortunately, mattsun was too far away for him to catch you so you tripped and scraped your knee

he flashnyoomed over to you and kneeled in front of you to examine it

ofc it hurt like hell but you put up a brave front

‘its okay, mattsun-san’

his adorable eyebrows scrunched in concern and he quickly shook his head and gently picked you up to sit 2 steps up

you watched silently as he grabbed ahold of the familiar blue first aid kit from your bag and he opened it to take out alcohol and other treatment things

his fingers worked to open the bottle and pour a little bit of alcohol before he gently reached out to grab your leg

but before that, our babie mattsun is a gentleman and looked up for a permission to help you

‘its okay, mattsun-san’

you giggled and you booped his nose

he was slowly cleaning the wound and you could still tell he was worried with how his brows were still furrowed

‘mattsun-san’

you called out and he looked up

you smiled cutely and looked down, flustered, then met his eyes again

‘i fell for you’

mattsun.exe stopped working

like deadass he blanked for a second then his brain processed what you said and when he did, he dropped the cotton ball and his face blew up red

this babie grimaced, eyes shutting tightly and head leaning on your thigh

you giggled at him and ran your hands through his hair

‘i swear, y/n, i swear’

he kept mumbling and his heartbeat quickened to the point he felt faint and he felt light-headed

you were just too cute

too damn cute for his heart

too damn cute for this world

just too cute

and thats not good

mattsun quickly regained his senses and hurriedly placed the ointment and the bandaid on to finish the job

you reached out with your hands for a hug and mattsun gladly leaned in and you clung to him like a koala which made him hold you tightly against his chest

‘hmm~~~~ thank you, mattsun-san’

you appreciated and gave him a kiss on his cheek in gratitude which made him hide his face in your neck

‘im going to get a heart attack, y/n. take responsibility’

he mumbled, nipping your neck

you chuckled and played with the hair on his neck

‘hm~ okay~ i take responsibility~’

I SWEAR MY MATTSUN SIMP IS NOW PEAKING THROUGH

that was only one of the accidents the seijoh boys went through with you and i swear those boys have superior intelligence in medical care just because you get hurt so much

until that one faithful day

you werent there

you werent at school or at practice

ofc you texted the coaches and the team that you werent going to be at school for a while and they spammed you asking what happened or if you were okay

but you didnt want to worry them so you just said that you were okay and it was just something that happened

ONG OIKAWA ACTUALLY CAME TO YOUR HOUSE BUT YOU TOLD YOUR PARENTS AND NATSU TO TELL HIM TO GO AWAY BC IF HE FINDS OUT WHAT HAPPENED, THE CHILE WILL STORM INTO YOUR ROOM AND LECTURE YOU

HE ONLY WENT AWAY WHEN YOUR DAD CAME OUT WITH A BROOM AND THREATENED TO HIT HIM IF HE CONTINUES TO BOTHER YOU

UKAI VIBES HONESTLY

IS UKAI YOUR FATHER?

CONSPIRACY THEORY?

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED COME SOLVE THIS

then you finally appeared

dear god

kunimi saw you enter the classroom and he almost shot up to saturn when he saw your cast

‘y/n!’

he shouted and kindaichi heard it from his classroom beside yours and he also usain bolted towards your classroom to your desk

the boi texted the team you were here and they all raced to your classroom

EVERYONE WAS HAVING A FIELD DAY WITH THE APPEARANCE OF THE BEAUTIFUL VOLLEYBALL TEAM LIKE THE BOYS + YOU?! GODSEND

oikawa screeched at the sight of your arm and everyone was firing questions at you but you couldnt focus on one so you just sat there sheepishly smiling

‘Y/N! WHAT DID-’

‘I SWEAR ITS LIKE WE HAVE TO-’

‘MY HEART ALMOST DIED!! I THOUGHT YOU DIED-’

thank god your professor entered the shooed them out with a large textbook but your teacher smiled at you

‘l/n, good to have you back’

at lunch, dear god there was a riot

kunimi strong man kunimi hoisted you in his arms and walked over to the hidden team stairwell where everyone was waiting

they all had narrowed eyes and crossed arms, with iwakyo tapping their foot

you did the 🥺👉👈 and their eyes softened at that sight alone

‘you see,,,, i had a,,, concert,,, in the shower,,, and slipped’

they blinked, confusion swirling over everyone’s head

‘excuse me? you said you slipped in the bath?’

‘for a concert?’

‘you sing?’

the team facepalmed at the reason you came in with a broken arm and you pouted at them

‘sorry, captain, everyone. i didnt mean to’

you mumbled but the others couldnt blame you so they pulled you to a group hug

‘i swear, y/n-chan, you will get yourself killed one day’

‘sorry’

you apologized again but oikawa flicked your nose

‘no dont apologize. we’ll just have to be there for you constantly to look out for you’

and he stuck to that word

like oikawa came over to your house early in the morning to pick you up from school and your dad thought it was just him bothering again

so he sighed, placed his newspaper down, took a sip of tea, then stood up to go to the closet for his broom

this mans took a deep breath before opening his door and shouting and waving his broom around maniacally

‘SHUT UP!!! YOURE DISTURBING THE NEIGHBORS!! I WILL BEAT YOUR LOUD CRUSTY DUSTY-’

that woke up everyone in the house and you bolted down the stairs, terrified yet chuckling at the sight

then something happened for everyone in the neighborhood-or Japan- to wake up

yanno the drill ladies and gents

oikawa screamed

a/n: sorry i disappeared for a HOT SEC but im back!! and we finally going back to the groove!!! and uwu thanks for sticking by and waiting for another update and the next one might be my first not-seijoh work in a LONG WHILE so look forward to that!!!

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cunaeparker · 5 years ago

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bruises: prologue | tom holland x reader

Pairing: Detective!Tom Holland x Detective!Fem!Reader

Summary: When Detective Tom Holland slowly begins to fall for his partner and her outspoken daughter, he feels an emotion he has never truly felt before: pure conflict. When trying to balance a casual crush and weaving his way into a notorious drug ring, how will his growing feelings go disclosed without damaging his friendship with his partner, and maybe, his own psyche?

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: None, eventual violence and/or sexual content

Mini Playlist: New Slang by The Shins // No Rain by Blind Melon // Homemade Dynamite by Lorde

Author Note: okayyy so with a lot of collaboration with the AMAZING @silteplaittais-toi , this is here! im so excited for the future of this series, and i hope you all like it too. MAJOR shout out to @silteplaittais-toi for being such a kind person who reads my shit, its appreciated SOOO much. yall, she’s highkey a genius and is so smart, pls go give her a follow i luv her !!!!! ah okay anyway yuhhh get into it *cue the pale broom*

masterlist // my amazing editor’s account if you haven’t clicked on it already (i’m watching 👀)

Her hand is wrapped tightly around her daughter's wrist as she runs through the streets of New York.

Rain is pouring from the sky and there's a thick fog in front of them, shrouding her vision and forcing the young mother to jerk her daughter to the side at the last second to avoid falling into a pothole.

Her legs ache and her arms are full of papers, her hands are starting to go numb from the cold, and her lips are etched into a deep frown as they move wordlessly, uttering swears and curses because God, she did not expect to find herself in this situation.

Running is not the most ideal way of transit, but the subway stop she usually boards at is shut down because of a double homicide, and though it's scary, she can't help but be used to it. The part of Queens that she lives in isn't necessarily safe.

"Mommy, can we stop? I'm tired," a little voice whines from her side, breathless and raspy. "My legs hurt and so does my throat."

"We're almost there, jellybean," Y/N insists, picking up the pace as the little girl whines in protest again. "You'll be grateful when we get there, it's warm and you can eat a snack."

"But I don't want a snack," she wails. "I want to go home!"

Y/N suppresses a groan of frustration and rubs at her eyes with the heel of her free hand. It's typical RJ in all of her annoying splendour - always debating and negotiating.

"RJ," Y/N says sternly, slowing down for a moment and looking both ways before hurrying across the street and shooting her daughter a stern glare. "We aren't going to go home, you need to understand that."

RJ opens her mouth to protest but Y/N purses her lips and narrows her eyes, silencing her. RJ grumbles and looks like she wants to say something, but goes quiet and decides against it with a reluctant lick of her lips.

Y/N grabs hold of a falling binder and continues.

"We're going to the station today and Mr. Harrison is going to watch you while I work."

"I don't want to go to the station, mommy," RJ pleads, though now her voice is even in fear of being yelled at. "Mr. Harrison is boring and all he wants to do is talk about his girlfriend."

"Well, you're gonna have to wait it out," Y/N grits, letting go of RJ's hand to pull her raincoat hood over her dark, wet curls as she whines in protest and shoos her hand away. "This is very important to Mommy and we're already late -"

"I don't care if we're late!" the little girl cries, losing her composure. "I'm tired and your job is boring!"

Y/N sucks in an agitated breath and massages her aching temple with her free hand, slowing her quick strides to pull her to the side of the sidewalk. Her grip on RJ's hand tightens.

"Rosemary Juliet," she warns, shaking her hand as her eyes narrow menacingly, "If you do not stop talking back I will leave you on this street for the hobos to eat."

RJ goes quiet for a moment, confused, but only before the truth in her mother's statement washes over her.

Gasping, her eyes widen with fear and she clamps a small hand over her mouth, the inside of her mouth suddenly going dry.

"You wouldn't do that," RJ says quietly. "You're my mommy."

Y/N nods, though her stern gaze is indifferent.

"That's right, I'm your mommy," she confirms with a solemn nod, "which gives me the right to leave you on the street."

RJ's lip wobbles and doesn't complain for the rest of the trek.

Minutes later, they arrive at the precinct.

It's a large and intimidating towering building, and usually in New York's sunny season it's a beautiful piece of architecture that widens eyes and makes hearts soar, but in the dense fog it's just ominous and slightly brooding.

"I hate this place," RJ speaks defiantly as they walk in, clinging closer to her mom's side with widened eyes. "It's too big. And there're scary people everywhere."

"Yeah, well, they'll eat you too if you keep being sassy, Ro," Y/N counters with a smirk, poking the little girl's side and making her scowl.

"I know you're lying," RJ pouts, batting her hand away.

Y/N raises an eyebrow. "Am I?"

RJ goes quiet again and the older woman of the two has to suppress a snort.

They walk towards the elevator and press the button for the interrogation floor. What Y/N can't get over is how stunning the inside of the building is. It's made of granite and elegant marble, and the busy bustle of workers adds to the ambience - taking Y/N's breath away every time she comes to work.

It's an old facility, built in the early 1900's and housing many departments within its walls; and though it's about eighty years old, it still manages to make Y/N's heart leap every time she enters.

She wonders if that might be why she nearly pursued a career in architecture before little Rosie Juliet came along.

With the arrival of her child at the ripe age of seventeen, she put down her hopes of working in architecture and decided to work in a field where she could put her smarts to work whilst protecting her daughter at the same time.

It made her feel fulfilled and like her life had purpose; RJ is a blessing in disguise and though she can be a handful, Y/N loves her with every fibre of her being.

The bell to the elevator chimes and the arrow glows a bright blue, signalling the arrival of their carriage and the end of her wandering thoughts.

Grabbing RJ, she shakes her head and blows out a stream of air out through her lips, pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind while stepping into the elevator.

It's silent for a moment and Y/N takes the liberty of shaking out her wet hair, but only before a loud pounding of feet echoes throughout the hall and a skidding noise that is most likely from wet rubber squeals on the granite floors.

RJ winces at the noise and hisses.

"Wait!" a voice cries, sounding distressed.

Y/N surges forward and sticks her foot in the door, grunting at the sudden pain tingling through her leg, though ignoring it and putting her arm in the door for good measure.

A hand weaves its way through the door and narrowly avoids being crushed, but behind those bruised knuckles is a face Y/N knows all too well: her partner, the only well-known Brit of the NYPD; Thomas Holland.

He looks utterly disheveled.

His usually neatly-gelled hair is a mess - the rich chocolate brown curls resting on the top of his head look very untidy and damp, most likely from the rain - his black down jacket is soaked, seeping into the fabric and onto the floor, and his chest is heaving, probably from sprinting.

Y/N thinks he looks a little off, but she just smiles and backs up, allowing him more room to enter.

He clambers into the elevator with a worn sigh and shoots her a grateful look.

"You late too, Tom?" she brings up coolly, "me and Ro here are a good hour late."

"Yeah," he breathes absentmindedly, shaking off his wet jacket as the elevator starts to ascend. He gives her a tired smile and runs a hand through his damp curls. "The subway stop on 21st is closed."

Y/N nods. "Figured."

Tom tilts his head back and forth in agreement, before pausing for a moment and looking over the pair.

"I'm guessing your subway stop is closed too?" he offers.

"Bingo."

Tom raises an eyebrow and huffs.

"Knew it," he mumbles. "A bunch of people are late today too. The cops really need to come up with a better way of handling this stuff... I had to run here and nearly had a heart attack. Crazy how they put us through training only for it to leave in a good year, hey? Do you mind wiping this off? Thanks."

Y/N snorts and shakes her head, though she still moves forward to bat at the water beading on his back.

"That's very true," she agrees. "I'm surprised I didn't throw up."

Tom laughs and shoots her a tired smile, shaking out his wet umbrella before laying eyes on a bored looking RJ.

She's standing with her arms crossed near the back corner, full lips turned down into a pout and crazy dark brown curls askew over her forehead.

The sight would be amusing if she didn't look like she had the capability to burn holes in Tom's eyes, but alas, in blissful ignorance, his face brightens.

RJ's scowl deepens.

"Rosemary Juliet!" Tom exclaims brightly, walking over to her and running a hand through her damp curls. She responds with an angry mutter and a shoo of his hand away, though Tom doesn't take offence - he just chuckles and runs a hand through her crazy curls again, patting her arm. "You've grown so much, jellybean!"

"I saw you two days ago," RJ grumbles, glaring, swatting his hand off.

Tom smirks and ruffles her hair again.

"You're moody today," he observes, crouching down beside her with a furrow of his eyebrows and a tilt of his head to the side. "What's wrong, honey?"

Y/N sucks in a breath and has to bite her tongue, shifting uncomfortably.

Usually when asked how she's feeling, RJ either explodes or bursts into tears if feeling upset or angry enough.

It's a trait she takes right after her mother, unfortunately, and it's made for some awkward departures in the past due to her incessant crying or an angry talking-to if she gets too rude, but it's never been a real problem.

And luckily, to Y/N's astonishment, she remains stoic.

RJ's hazel eyes narrow as she gnashes her teeth, shifting on her bright yellow galoshes.

"I'm not angry," she snaps, glare at Tom's amused form intensifying. "I'm annoyed."

Tom nods solemnly and purses his lips.

"I completely understand, Ro," he rationalizes, leaning closer to her ear. "With a mother like that," he points over his shoulder with a smirk and Y/N rolls her eyes, "I would be angry almost all the time. I think you're a very strong girl for dealing with her."

RJ brightens at his words, standing up a little straighter and nearly beaming.

"I know, Mr. Tom," she whispers conspiratorially with a rigorous nod of her head, eyebrows furrowing and curls bouncing as a small smile pokes through. "She's really annoying and makes me come to her job!"

Tom's eyes widen and he gapes.

"I know!" he cries quietly, throwing his hands in the air and shaking his head, "What gives?"

"I don't know!" RJ agrees, "It's crazy!"

Tom opens his mouth and goes to talk more about his slightly amused though thoroughly annoyed coworker, but only before the bell dings and signals their stop at their floor.

Tom smiles at RJ and straightens up, ruffling her hair.

"I guess we're here," he says, shaking out his brown curls one more time.

Y/N rolls her eyes and swats Tom's arm, though her lips twitch into a smirk.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't teach the six year old to talk badly about their parents," she says coolly, grabbing RJ's hand and walking into the entrance of their floor.

"I'm not," he says simply with a shrug, though a small smirk remains on his face. "She was very upset about your behaviour and it's better to let that monster loose than stay inside, Y/L/N."

"Yeah, well, if she starts talking back to me I'm gonna send her to your apartment and let you," she gestures to his body with widened eyes, "deal with that mess."

Tom shrugs again and pats her arm, swiping his card to get into the separate offices. They walk in together.

"I have a dog, Y/N. I think she'd like staying with me better than staying with you," he jokes.

Y/N frowns and opens her mouth to protest before RJ interrupts her with a loud giggle.

Y/N whips her head around, surprised at the sound that left her little lips - RJ rarely giggled and was usually always in a state of solemn and grouchy, so this was quite a rare occurrence.

"I can hear you guys," RJ says with a wide smile as Y/N's frown deepens, looking positively gleeful before looking at Tom admiringly and surging forward to hug his waist.

Y/N's eyes narrow.

As her mother, RJ barely ever hugs her, and she usually has to force her to show any form of affection.

Such a sudden showing is odd, but this? This is unnatural.

Tom's eyebrows raise in surprise and he shoots Y/N a confused look to which she responds by throwing her hands in the air, but RJ's grip only tightens.

"Does that mean I can go home to your house and play with Tessa?" she asks hopefully, looking up at him through her big puppy-dog eyes before closing her eyes and hugging him tighter, "I don't want to stay at home with mommy because all she does is cry and read big paperwork."

Tom laughs and looks down at her adoringly.

"Of course you can come over, Ro," he says brightly, wrapping an arm around her back and patting gently. "I'd rather you watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine with me than listen to your mum cry."

"She's too little to watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine," Y/N mumbles.

Tom ignores her and continues.

"Would you like to come with me after your mum is finished today?" he offers.

RJ gasps and jumps up and down, bouncing over towards her mom.

"Yes! Yes! Mommy, can I?" she cries, eyes wide with hope, "I want to play with Tess!"

Y/N shoots Tom a glare and feels frustration boil inside of her, but at the little hands tugging on her coat she looks down at RJ and smiles tiredly, patting her brown curls.

"No, I don't think you can today, Ro," she says softly, "I have that big interrogation with Mr. Tom today and I'm sure we'll both be exhausted when it ends."

RJ whines and pouts and Y/N has to take a deep breath to prepare herself for what will most definitely ensue - stubbornness and grudging.

RJ starts tugging at her coat and kicking her shins, but Y/N isn't focused on her because she notices that Tom looks confused.

His eyebrows furrow and he bites his lip, looking off into space as his foot bounces up and down.

He glances at his watch and his eyebrows knit together into an even deeper line, murmuring something under his breath, but only before his eyes widen alarmingly and he does an odd dancing shifting thing.

He grabs Y/N's arm and RJ's wrist, hurrying between the stalls.

"What are you doing?" Y/N scoffs, trying to tug away from his grip. "I can walk myself, thanks!"

Tom ignores her and his eyes dart over the compartments.

"Where's Haz, where's Haz..."

"Tom!"

"The interrogation started ten minutes ago," Tom hisses suddenly, whipping his head around to shoot her a glare.

A surge of anxiousness and anger flood through her system and her eyes widen, understanding.

Leave it to her to be late to the most important milestone in her career... she could get fired!

RJ kicks at her shins again and it tears her from her thoughts, but she ignores it and persists.

"What do you mean?" she asks Tom loudly, leaning in closer to Tom as a lump crawls up her throat, "It started ten minutes ago?"

"Yes!"

She sucks in a breath and her vision wavers.

"Fuck!"

Heads from neighbouring offices turn and some gasp loudly, but Y/N ignores it and hurries beside Tom with more urgency.

"What does that mean, mommy? Mommy?" RJ asks confusedly, whipping her head back and forth between the two adults. "What are we doing - ?"

"RJ," Y/N hisses through gritted teeth, grabbing her other hand and slowing as they reach Harrison's office. "Stay here."

"Why?" RJ whines, "I want to come with you!"

Y/N pauses for a second and fights the urge to scream.

RJ could wait outside while they work, but then again, criminals would be passing back and forth between rooms. The little girl's spunky and outgoing personality could cause a problem with the felons because more often than not she points out imperfections on random passerby with no conviction, and the young mother doesn't feel like dragging her daughter away from a snaggletoothed old man trying to come at her.

Y/N puts her foot down.

"Rosemary," she says sternly, crouching down and grabbing her wrist firmly. "You are going to stay with Harrison for now."

RJ opens her mouth in protest but Y/N cuts her off.

"No arguing, RJ. You are going to listen to him, and do what he asks you to do without any protesting. Understand?"

RJ looks conflicted, but nods slowly.

"Okay," she grumbles. "I will."

"That's my girl," Y/N smiles, straightening and ruffling her thick curls.

She backs away and quickly thanks Harrison, who just dropped a stack of papers, gaping.

"I'm watching her today?" Harrison shouts, cupping his hands over his mouth as they round a corner, but when he gets no answer he groans and turns to face a frowning Rosie, offering her a weak smile.

"Can I have your Twix?" she asks suddenly.

Harrison's smile falls. He sighs, reaching over his desk to wordlessly toss her the candy.

RJ hums happily as she nibbles on her chocolate, and Harrison watches with longing, both blissfully unaware of the firestorm between the two detectives.

"I can't believe we're fucking late," Tom speaks worriedly as he dodges a door to the face, glancing at a winded Y/N, "This is the most crucial part to the drug ring case, and this guy doesn't like to be kept waiting. Do you think they can let him go if we're late?"

"Shouldn't you know that already?" Y/N asks, shooting him a look as they round another corner to the back room far into the heart of the department.

Tom hesitates, "I... I don't know that, no. But he's chained up, so it's fine."

Y/N laughs bitterly and shoots him an exasperated smile, slowing her strides once they reach the door.

"Of course." She gestures towards the closed door and raises an eyebrow. "Ladies first, Holland."

Tom laughs dryly, opening the thick steel door. "Obviously."

Y/N holds her breath as the door swings open, expecting to see an angered Chief of Police, but she lays her eyes on an empty table with no trace of any recent use. It's gleaming, as if just cleaned, and the mirror on the inside is glittering in the harsh fluorescents.

It's clear that no one has used it, or is planning to use it, and Y/N's heart stops.

She stands stock-still in the doorway.

"Tom," she starts casually, turning to face him. "What's the date for the interrogation?"

Tom freezes and his mouth falls open, eyes scanning the room.

"The 22nd," he mumbles.

"And what is the current date?"

Tom glances reluctantly at his digital watch, paling.

"It's the 21st," he says quietly.

Y/N feels like her heart stops and picks up at the same time.

"Thanks," she whispers.

They stand in stunned silence, feeling relieved for not being late but also feeling annoyed for getting the date wrong because they're damn professionals and landing a job at the NYPD at the age of twenty-three is almost unheard of.

She's glad that the possibility of getting fired is swept under the rug, but she can't help but wonder how this has happened.

So instead, she decides to change the subject.

"Do you wanna go to the Chipotle down the street?"

Tom nods, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Sure."

Y/N smiles weakly and pats his shoulder, turning around to walk back to the offices before a conflicting thought blossoms in her conscience.

"Should we bring RJ?" she asks, shifting on her toes and biting her lip.

Tom furrows his eyebrows and contemplates for a moment.

"We can leave her to Harrison," he says finally, a small smirk twitching up the corners of his lips. "His life is too perfect. He needs some stress."

Y/N laughs. "Perfect."

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