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Just a little turned around.
Honestly, it wasn’t as if Y/N was defenceless.
It just so happened that on this one damn day, some asshole had managed to pickpocket her pouch. Not her wallet (that was back at the hotel), not her phone, just her money pouch, which contained the currency of the foreign country she was in. Being prepared and somewhat responsible, Y/N had only put in a day's worth of money into that pouch. In fact, it amazed her how he hadn't gone for her passport or even her phone. No, just the thing that would be most inconvenient for her.
Staring a hole into the ground, she pressed her fingertips to her forehead in an attempt to calm herself down and gather her thoughts. She had chased this slippery bastard all the way to this street where he turned the corner and into a dead end. Then he-, wait.
Y/N straightened up and her eyes darted around frantically. Where was she?
Nothing was familiar. A cafe on the cobbled stone street, a flower shop and a bakery. None of which she had seen before.
Wonderful, now, as well as having no money in a foreign country, she was bloody lost.
“Fuck me dead and sideways till Monday morning.” She huffed, while once again rubbing her forehead with her hand. Honestly, at this point, nothing could particularly get worse.
“That coul’ be arranged!” An accented voice called out from behind her. Scottish perhaps?
“Has a mouth on her.” Another replied in amusement while another voice just grunted in acknowledgement.
Y/N turned around to spit back a witty retort that quickly died on her lips.
“Uh..” She stuttered out intelligently.
Three men, each a prepossessing sight. One was wearing a cap, a blue denim jacket and some black jeans. He was brown eyed and dark skinned, nothing short of a model. His friend was leaning on him, crossed arms, a short mohawk, blue eyes, scruffy looking beard and a cheeky looking smirk. He donned a biker jacket with the small Scottish flag where his breast pocket would be and seemed to be wearing dog tags over his grey t-shirt. The last of them was a hulking man dressed fully in black, his face was obscured with a face mask akin to those of celebrities, however his presence was less of a star and more intimidating. Almost menacing. Maybe he was their bodyguard?
Y/N shook her head and replied,
“Yeah no thanks mate, I’ve got a bit on my plate at the moment, maybe in another life?” She nodded at the three before turning back around and walking towards the coffee shop.
“Oi, Bonnie, we can help ya if ya need. Besides, yer lookin' a bit peely wally.” The man with the mohawk called out.
“What the bloody hell are you on about mate.” Y/N asked, bewildered clearly not understanding the Scottish man's accent.
“ He thinks you look pale.” The large figure behind him rumbled helpfully.
Y/N blinked,
“Is he saying I look sickly?” She turned around and glowered at the man.
“No love, what we mean to say is, you look like you need some help?” The man with the baseball cap stepped forward carefully, as if not to spook her.
“Well, unless you’ve got a tracker dog, a body bag and a large metal pipe, I don't think you’re going to be much help to me.” She crossed her arms defiantly.
“Tha’ can be arranged bonnie.” The mischievous looking man grinned, stepping up while the man behind him followed while giving a non committal grunt.
“I’m Kyle, the annoying one is Johnny and that’s-”
“Simon.” The masked man grumbled while the other two threw a quick look at the third man.
She wrinkled her nose.
“Y/N, pleasure to meet you.” She nodded at the men before sighing, “Alright, I’m here for a holiday, trying to feel out if I wanna move out here for work. I was just takin’ a look around when some asshat came up and fell on me and grabbed my money pouch.” She spoke quickly, somewhat embarrassed that she was admitting to three strangers that she had been duped so easily.
“Ah lovie, unless you remember what he looks like or what he was wearin’ s’ gonna be hard for you to get it back. Do you remember how much you had in there?”
She shrugged, “It was meant to get me lunch and dinner before I checked out of my current hotel to find another one. The rest of the cash is in my hotel room.” She hung her head and sighed.
“Honestly I just need to find my way back and then I can sleep over things. I can skip a meal or two.”
“Gonny no dae that!” Johnny exclaimed, “Yer look like yer already skippin’ meals lass. We’ll take you to lunch and dinner! We got nothin’ ta do anyways!”
The one dressed in all black, Simon was it? Grunted out an agreement.
“You ain't gonna find much around here. You’re not far away from the military base.”
“Whaddya you say love? Let us show you around?” Kyle hummed, cocking his head akin to a begging puppy.
Y/N quirked her lips in thought. Would it be a smart move to let these strangers escort her around? Was she hungry enough to make a questionable decision?
“Well…”
“We’re not strange men, we promise miss.” The taller Brit offered.
“That's exactly what a strange man would say LT.”Johnny quipped, earning a light bonk on the head from the taller man.
Y/N shoulders relaxed when they saw the playful display of banter between the men. Surely this meant they were safe. Right?
Reader who calls Price Papa, like he calls her Mama. The vibes of a couple who’ve been married for years with kids, and maybe even a grand-baby on the way..
Reader finding Price asleep in his recliner after the kids had visited for dinner, the aftermath leaving your old man in front of the tv that’s relaying the news, snoring like an old bear. You softly running your hand over his beard leaning over to kiss his forehead “Wake up papa, let’s go to bed”