leather bombers jacket

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ok everyone always talks about how Viktor’s being high maintenance with his designer things but our boy Yurio’s single outfit here is probably worth more than my wardrobe tbh.

Saint Laurent Fall Winter 2014-2015 fur bomber ($1400/3000?)
MCM Honshu Tantris Studded Backpack ($1,295)
Saint Laurent Classic 13 000F9 Gold Men’s Sunglasses ($395.00)

Unfaithful: Unlucky Number Seven (Bill Skarsgård)

PART 3

It had been exactly a month since Bill had broke the news to her. One month since she had bid him a good morning, slept in the same bed as him and lived in the same apartment. Was this month her finest? No, of course not. But she could not have asked for more supportive friends during such a hard time than the ones she had. Yet this on day, one month ago, her life altered so quickly before her, that she now dreaded even hearing that number out loud. Perhaps her friends knew this, which is why they chose tonight to go out to the bar.

“I don’t know, Victoria.” She said nervously, leaning deeper into her friends sofa.

Victoria shook her head, tossing her long black locks over her shoulder before sitting up straight so she could fold her legs into a cross-legged position.

“Why not?” Asked her dark haired friend.

She gave Victoria a knowing look to which her friend waved off.

“We have been out plenty of times after Bill. What is different about tonight?” She pressed.

It was true, they had gone out numerous times to clubs, bars and movies after she had split from Bill. Every time she was out she forgot all about him and focussed on having a blast with her friends, taking a few photos and uploading them to her Instagram without even contemplating what he might think of the images.

She sighed and sat up to be at eye level with her friend.

“Today just feels like a day to mourn, you know? This same time a month ago, I had just gotten home from work, planned a relaxing night for myself and then…” She looked down at the couch.

Victoria placed a hand on her shoulder, motivating her to continue. She finally met her friends dark brown eyes and thought about what to say next.

“Guess what one of the films I watched that night was called.” She asked her friend rhetorically.

Victoria shrugged, waiting for the answer.

She placed a hand over her lips, stifling the sad laughs that fell from her mouth, before saying:

“Unfaithful. You know that sort of terrible movie with Diane Lane about her affair?”

Victoria nodded a yes.

“Out of all of the movies in the world, that one just so happened to be on television. It drives me mental.” She complained.

Only that instead of the female being cheated on, she drove the affair with another man. Regardless, it felt like a sign; like it was destined for their relationship to fail.

Victoria could see that this was a difficult day for her friend, and she was not going to let her spend it alone. She settled her hands on her friends shoulders and leaned forward, a stern expression on her face.

“Screw Bill. He is a proper bastard who does not deserve your thoughts. We are going to go out and have a great night drinking and dancing with Mel, Maddie and Tyler. Okay?” She asked, hard eyes never once leaving her friend’s somber ones.

A smile ultimately spread across her lips; she truly did have a wonderful best friend.

Victoria grinned at her response and finally let go of her shoulders. She grabbed her friend’s hand and pulled her off the couch.

“Stick it to the man.” Victoria cheered.

She decided that no longer was she going to let the seventh, a supposedly lucky number, become her undoing. The seventh day of the month was going to be just like any other average day, and she was going to spend it getting drunk with her friends.

She smiled before echoing:

“Stick it to the man.”


She mentally thanked Victoria what seemed to be one hundred times, in her head over the course of the evening. Tonight was definitely what she needed. The fact that she had been to this club multiple times before, all of which were with Bill, did not even faze her.

She took a swing of her whiskey, draining the contents of the glass entirely, then set it down on the wooden table.

“Do you want to do one more round before we dance?” She asked the group surrounding the table.

There was a collective agreement among the friends.

She was glad for this, as she was more than content with getting fairly drunk. The shots could keep rolling in the whole night for all she cared.

“Do you need help carrying them?” Tyler asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Sure. Thanks.”

They both slid out of the black leather seating at their booth, made their way down the steps and out of the seating area to the middle of the club. If you headed deeper into the complex, you would reach the dance floor and if you moved towards the front, you would find the large bar that connects itself in the shape of a square.

They turned towards the entrance and strolled to the bar.


She slipped onto one of the black, cushioned bar stools and tugged at the hem of her tight red dress while Tyler stood behind her shoulder, one hand placed on the bar counter casually.

A short, thicker man greeted the pair with a broad smile from behind the counter.

“What can I get for you tonight?” He wondered.

She tilted her head back to look at Tyler.

“Snake Bites?” He whispered, meeting her eyes.

She nodded and turned back to the bartender, “Five Snake Bites.”

He nodded and reached for five shot glasses. She watched his movements almost in awe as he began to ready their drinks; he moved so fast.

Her interest faltered when she looked across the bar and was met with the sight of a tall, blonde Swede. It was Bill’s older brother Alexander.

Her hands subconsciously gripped the counter in front of her. He could be here.

‘Maybe he’s here with a friend. It’s about a one in twenty chance of it being Bill.’ She thought, desperate to soothe her spinning thoughts.

Yet any possible reassurance she could have given herself vanished when she spotted Bill’s leather bomber jacket in the seat beside Alex. Her heart fell.

'He must be in the washroom.’ Crossed her mind.

That speculation filled her with disgust even though they had broken up. The thought of him in the a dingy club washroom with some random woman, getting oral or the living daylights fucked out of him, made her upset even though she knew it shouldn’t have. All she could hear was Victoria repeating 'Stick it to the man’ over and over in her head. Yet she couldn’t help but feel that he was showing her up by moving onto to other women.

“You okay?” Tyler asked, slight concern filling his brown eyes at the sight of her body tensing.

Her head whipped back at the sound of his voice; she had forgotten he was even there in the first place.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” She replied, spreading her lips into a fake smile to try and diminish his worries.

The questioning look he gave her did not change. Instead it grew more concerned, knowing she was hiding something from him.

“Five Snake Bites. Enjoy.” The bartender said, placing all five shots before the pair.

She could not have been more relieved to hear his voice telling her their drinks were made. She planned on leaving the club before Bill could catch a glimpse of her. Subconsciously, she wanted to leave so she did not have to look at him either.

“Thanks.” Tyler smiled at the man before picking up three of the glasses.

She slid off the bar stool and picked up the remaining drinks, casting a look over to Alex; he had still not seen her. Tyler began down the steps  to the main floor which led back to the seating area. She strode after him, walking much faster than usual.

They made it to their table without issue.


“Here you go Mel… Maddie… Victoria.” Tyler announced, handing each of the girls their shot glass before sitting back down in his spot.

She placed Tyler’s glass on the table in front of him then downed her own in one fluid motion. She was going to need that for later.

Victoria quirked a brow when watched her friend pick up her beige trench coat.

“I have to go. I’m feeling a bit unwell.” She spoke hastily, wanting nothing more than to leave the building as soon as she could.

Victoria saw through her lie instantly.

“No, you feel fine. What’s wrong?” She asked, tone softening as she asked her friend the question.

She buttoned up her coat and tied it at the waist before sighing. She supposed telling her friends the truth would get her out of there faster than repeatedly lying.

“Bill’s here.” She said simply.

All of her friends faces turned sour at the mention of him; they hated him now.

“Hey. Stick it to the man, remember?” Victoria tried.

She shook her head at her friend’s attempt.

“I can’t deal with him now.” Was all she could manage to say. The only thing she wanted was to leave the club unseen by Bill. It had been a month since she had seen him last and she hoped to keep it that way.

Tyler grabbed her hand and squeezed it, “If this is what you want, I won’t stop you. Just let me come home with you.”

She smiled at his gesture, but she did not want to ruin their night.

“No. Thanks though, Tyler. I only live three blocks away; I’ll manage.” She assured them, a small smile forming on her face.

They nodded collectively.

“You owe us a date then! How about lunch on Saturday?” Maddie asked.

“Of course.” She replied, giving her friend a smile.

Letting go of Tyler’s hand, she reached for her purse then waved to her friends as she walked to the entrance of the club.


She was just about to pass the bar.

She couldn’t help herself, she had to take a look over her shoulder. She just had to see him.

There he was, looking the exact same as always. But what had she truly expected? A new hair colour, style or posture? No, it was seeing him look the same as he had before that broke her heart. He was living a new life without her as she was doing without him. For a split second, she missed him dearly.

Then, as fate should have it, he looked past Alexander and right into her eyes.

It seemed as though time had froze for them both. His pale eyes grew wide and his jaw slackened; there she was, stunning as always in her favourite coat, hair beautifully styled. A pink streak covered her face as the spotlight hit her, he could not stop staring at her. The last memory he had of her was the tears and hatred marking her face, all because of him.

Her whole body stiffened and she felt as if she could not move. She only reacted when he stood and strode past his brother to the stairs, long legs covering a lot of area quickly, and headed directly towards her.

She turned on her heel and walked as fast as she could out of the building.


Raining. It was pouring rain outside.

The sky was a depressing shade of blue. Water droplets came down hard and fast, the same speed she swore had pounded on her window exactly one month ago. It felt just like the same night, and if she walked out the door her old self would be able to see her from that window.

Despite the weather, she crossed her arms into her chest as she stepped out of the club and onto the sidewalk. The rain instantly fell in sheets over her body.

All she wanted was to get away from him. She could not bear to hear his voice, see his face up close, or listen his excuses. She had only realized how much she loved him when everything went south.

“Y/N! Wait!” He called from a ways behind her.

She did not slow her pace, desperate to make it to her apartment without contact.

She heard the pounding of his footsteps on the wet cement and her heart began to beat even faster, knowing there was no way she could get away from him, not with his long legs and her high heels.

His large hand wrapped around her upper arm, pulling her back to him. She fought it, wrenching her arm out of his grasp, only for him to grab it again.

Suddenly she froze, knowing there was no point in fighting him; he was not going to let her go. Still, she refused to look at him, opting for the darkening sidewalk instead.

“Y/N.” He breathed, taking in her form. The rain was beginning to soak them both; her hair was drenched and coat a much darker shade of brown, but he still thought she looked beautiful.

Hearing him say her name sounded foreign, yet like she was back home. She had not heard his lips utter her name in a month and she could not decide whether she missed it or not. The sound of his voice made her feel the dozens of feelings that she had tried to store away.

“What do you want?” She asked, voice devoid of all emotion.

It broke his heart, hearing her voice sound so monotone, so unlike her own. He wished she would look at him so badly, so he could see the eyes he had missed so much. He wanted to see into her.

He placed his hand on her cheek, moving her head back so her eyes finally met his.

A single tear slipped from her eye at the sight of him, so handsome, beautiful and stylish. So Bill. She thought they had great plans for the future, to marry one day, possibly start a family… until he ruined it all.

She stepped back, out of his reach.

“Don’t touch me.” She warned, voice shaking.

The way that he towered over her once made her heart pound with desire, now it only made her feel much smaller.

“I’m so sorry. I was drunk and I know that isn’t an excuse but… I’m sorry.” He pleaded.

Immediately she reached into her jacket pocket and fished out a cigarette. She placed the roll-up between her lips and went back down to grab her lighter.

He advanced on her at once and ripped the cigarette from her lips, throwing it on the wet ground beside her.

Her eyes widened.

“Y-You stopped.” He reminded her, voice quavering.

She crossed her arms across her chest again, feeling cold as the rain soaked her to the bone.

“I started again.” She whispered.

His eyes went glassy, for he had done this to her. He had not only ruined his life, but hers as well. Images of her smoking on the leather couch, looking out the window and while preparing food in the kitchen flashed through his mind, making it harder to not break down entirely.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much and I miss you. I wish I had never slept with someone else.” He confessed.

She looked up at him and shook her head.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have slept with someone else.” She said simply.

“No.”

She shrugged her shoulders and started off, only to be grabbed and pressed against the cool, brick wall of a printing firm.

“No. I love you, please.” He all but whined.

“Let me go. You’re drunk Bill.” She stated, trying to shake his hands off her lower arms.

His grip was firm, not letting her escape as he held onto her, just above her wrists.

“I can’t live with out you. I can’t. Please… Can we try again?” He asked, taking one hand off her arm to card it through her hair. God, it felt so good to touch her smooth locks again.

“You’re drunk Bill, and we both know you make mistakes when you’re drunk.” She declared, eyes hardening at the sight of him. “Now let me go.”

He did, and she exhaled sharply, back against the cold brick as she looked up at him fearfully.

“Please. Another time… Can we talk?” He asked quietly, pale green orbs barely able to look into hers.

She took a few small steps back, still facing him, and nodded.

“Sure. If you can even remember.” She quipped.

And with that final statement, she turned around fully and hurried off to her apartment, leaving Bill standing in the pouring rain.


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