~some things you just can't speak about.~
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hazel eloise finley's old english and frankly quite pretentious name was never released to public whenever she survived the shooting at her high school. not even after the paramedics took her away with a...
Kind of a rough filler but didn't want to start anything else in this chapter so I just called it here! 😬 However still some investigator JB and funny tattoo shenanigans! Hope you enjoy the fluff either way!
TW: This chapter contains brief discussions of a toxic relationship, and brief depictions of self harm.
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"I've got my own bathroom upstairs, we can get cleaned up there. Do you need anything else from down here though?" I questioned as I carefully maneuvered her inside, though her body froze the second Beans perked her head up from her perch on the couch at our entrance. "Hey, she's not gonna hurt you, baby. I promise."
Well no shit, sherlock, you repeating that over and over again probably isn't going to help anything. I caught my bottom lip in between my teeth as I simply slid my arm back around her waist to give her a nudge towards the stairs. Watching her wring her hands as she drug her shaking legs off towards the right direction. Beans trailed close behind as she usually did. I was hardly ever home anymore because of school, so whenever I was she always took every opportunity to sleep with me. Though even now I caught myself wondering if I should let her take her usual place with my parents like she did whenever I was gone.
"Umm... what kind of dog is she?" Hazel questioned, one that almost caught me off guard as we reached my room. Beans's big brown eyes staring up at the new guest while her tail wagged expectantly.
"Beagle mixed with... who knows what honestly." I snickered with a shrug as I knelt down to gently pet her head. "She- She usually sleeps with me whenever I'm home but if you're not okay with that I can-"
"No- I'll be fine." She interrupted without a second thought causing my eyes to widen in mild shock. Her hands curling around the excess fabric of my shirt in some effort to draw herself closer. "I already freaked out over a fucking possum so I really don't think I'm doing a good job at proving that I'm not a damsel."
I sighed, lifting a hand to rest it against her cheek to catch any tears, I don't think they had quite made it to that point though. "Baby, you don't have to be strong for me all the time, you know that. I know those reactions aren't just you being afraid of furry things with four legs."
"Technically speaking you're a furry thing with two legs."
"You little shit, I told you I'd shave if it bothered you." I teased as I only heard a laugh from her end, her arms sliding around me before she could rest her red cheek against my shoulder.
"And I told you it didn't." She insisted as I wrapped my arms around her small waist, just barely catching the shake in her body as I pulled her in closer. And only moments later I heard the telltale signs of a sob catching in her throat, the pull of her arms only tightening around me as if I was going to slip away any moment. And whenever they started, they couldn't stop.
