#THE WHISKY . im going to kill you

[deadmegumi]

Listening to my dad's stories about growing up in la in the 70s and 80s and quivering with rage and jealousy

[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister/Isaiah- Christmas Baby

Christmas Eve and we have all gathered at aunt Polly's house

"Bloody hell YN your huge" Arthur shouts as Isaiah and I walk in, my hand on my very swollen stomach

"Thank you dear brother" i huff walking into the living room

"Maybe instead of staring at your sister you'd like to offer her your seat?" Polly looks at Arthur and John who are sat next to one another with a whisky in hand

"Here have mine" Tommy gets up from his chair "Lizzie would struggled getting up when she was that big. Those sofas are to low”

"Thanks Tom" I say waddling over to the chair, Isaiah and Tommy helping me down

"I'll get you a cuppa" Ada says smiling at me

"Thanks. He or she was meant to be here last week. I'm fed up, my feet ache my back hurts and to top it all off I've been having pains" I complain to my family

"Pains?" aunt Polly questions

"Just the odd pain, I spoke to my doctor apparently it's normal, braxton hicks they're called"

"Baby will be here before the end of the night, mark my words" Esme chuckles. I roll my eyes at my sister in law.

As the evening goes on the pains start to get worse and worse, still thinking it's braxton hicks I decided to go to bed early. However I wake up only after a few hours of sleep in agonising pain and the bed wet

"Polly!" I shout trying to sit up holding my stomach "Polly!" I shout again. Where the bloody hell is she?

Finally the door the the bedroom opens, my nephew Karl is stoop rubbing his eyes

"What's wrong auntie YN?"

"Go and get Polly or your mum or one of your aunts. Now!" I yell probably scaring the little boy. I hear his feet running downstairs then shouting. Eventually Polly, Esme, Lizzie, Linda and Ada are in my room

"Told you baby was going to be here soon" Esme smiles

"Hush you. If your going to be up here then at least be useful and help" Polly scolds "now you don't all need to be in here, Lizzie go and get hot water and some towels, Linda go pray somewhere"

"I'm going to bloody kill him for this Pol" I shout as the pain increases

"You say that now, but wait till the baby is in your arms, you'll want another" Esme laughs

Downstairs Isaiah is pacing up and down as the kids are now all congregated in the living room

"Is auntie YN dying?" Charlie asks he's dad

"Don't be silly Charlie. She's having a baby" one of Johns kids yells the young boy

“Shelby woman do pick there times don’t they”

"Should I be up there with her?" Isaiah asks

"This is woman's business" Arthur says taking his whiskey off the table in front "last thing she will want is you holding her hand. You put the baby in there"

"Dad how did Isaiah put the baby in auntie YN?"

"Now you've done it" John laughs

"Just sit down and drink your whiskey" Tommy rubs his forehead. Isaiah follows what Tommy asks and sits down with his head in his hands

"How do woman do this? how has your Esme had 4 kids?"

"Always said it's worth it in the end" John replies.

The night drags on until I finally give birth to a baby boy just before midnight, his little cries can be heard from a mile away. Polly wraps him up in a bundle of blankets and places him in my arms

"Shhh Shhh" I bounce him trying to settle the baby

"Got a good set of lungs on him" Ada says sitting next to me

"I'll go and let Isaiah know" Esme smiles walking out of the room

"He's beautiful YN" Ada coos. I then hear someone running up the stairs, Isaiah no doubt. The door swings open and within a second he's by my side

"How are you feeling? is he ok?"

"Yes dear he's fine" I chuckle

"And you?" Isaiah asks again

"Im fine, just tired and in need of a good bath" I yawn

"Get some sleep love, we all need to. He'll be waking us all up" Polly says.

I'm not sure how much sleep any of us actually got that night, but the next day I'm sat downstairs rocking the baby while watching the other kids opening up their presents

"Merry Christmas everyone" Polly smiles holding a glass of whiskey in the air.

[blacksheeeep]

When Im Gone

Girl, when I'm gone I know you'll miss me Sing our songs when you get tipsy Well I found home beside the whisky I still get stoned from your memories No I don't need you To tell me that I'm wrong Did it dong for you Missed calls in my phone, don't tell me You moved on, that ain't grown of you Rain drops falling like the day I left you bawling Don't you sell it short my darling Them lies will come right back on you You won't catch me squealing Or find me breaking my nails crawling I bet you heard I found my calling With that six string I played for you So fire away I'm tired today So you know I won't fight you back My mind is in a race I give and you take And I gave everything I had No I don't need you To tell me that I'm wrong Did it dong for you Missed calls in my phone, don't tell me You moved on, that ain't grown of you Styrofoam singing along I'm pouring it strong oh lord I am Now that I'm gone, I'll get along But if I look back, I'll be damned I'll find myself with somebody else I hope you find a better man We're killing ourselves going through hell Girl, that blood ain't on my hands Girl, when I'm gone I know you'll miss me You'll sing our songs when you get tipsy Well I found home beside the whiskey I still get stoned off your memories No I don't need you To tell me I'm wrong Did it dong for you Missed calls in my phone, don't tell me You moved on, that ain't grown of you

[thesoupman]

Let me put on a concert for you Im shfufling my playlists Ok? Okplease enjoy this isofr you I went walkign again went out and forgot to tell any ofmy friends where im going im just drunk the side of the road in a ditch when you find me i wanna go home im sick Theres more whisky then blood in my veins more tar then air in my lungs the strung out call i make burned down the edge of the highway im sorry for askign but please come and take me homei quit talking again i know youre still listenig to see if i sleep or pierce my skin needles to the worn otu rags the folds in my arms the sickening blakc and i havent been takign my meds lock all the cabinets send me to bed cause i know youre still worried im gonna get scared cause im alone again and i dont like the things i see and i havent been taking my meds so lock all the cabinets and send me to bed cause i know youre still worried im gonna get scared again and make my insides clean with your kitchen bleach but ive ksised enough bathroom sinks to make up for the lvoers that Never loved me!!!!!!! and i know my body isjust dirty clothes im tired of washign my handsss god iw anna go home Yay!!!!!!! Ok your gonna liekthis next one Imnot doign anythingg gim not doignajythijng my bodies made of curhsed little stars and im Not doignanythinggg iwanna see the whole worldi WANNA SEETHE WHOLEEE WORLD I DONT KNOWHOW IMGONAN PAY RENTTTT IWANNA SEETHE WHOELW ROD OULDYOU KILL ME JERUSALEM KILL MEEE JERUSALEMMM KILL MEEEE JERUSALEMMMM COME FINDMEEEEE I BETTER ACE THAT INTERVIEWWWW I BETTERACE THAT INTERVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ISHOUDLT ELLTHEM THAT IMNOT AFRAID TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IBETTER ACEHAT INTERVIEW!!!_!_!! UH IWORK EBETTER UNDER A DEADLINEEE IWEORK BETTE RUDNER A DEADLINEEEE IPICKAN AGE WHENIM GONAN DISAPEARRRR UNTILTHEN ICAN TRY AGIANNNN JTKL THENICNA TRYAGAINNNNN KILLME NJERUSLAMEMMM K9LLMEJEURSALEMMMM KILLMEEEEE JERUSLAMEMGMMM GOOJ N KILLME!!_!!_111111!!!!!!!!!-!!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you enjoiy!!!!!!!!!

YES!!!! I DID ENJOY

[thebestpartofwakingup]

ALSO it is IMPOSSIBLE to become addicted to ANYTHING you do/try only once. A positive first experience might give someone the confidence to continue to partake which can lead to habit formation and addiction — but that first experience did NOT drastically alter their brain chemistry

The most dangerous recreational drugs are always drug cocktails whether taken intentionally or not — that’s why something LACED with fentanyl can be so dangerous, because 1. Drugs interact and can change their effect when mixed and 2. MOST PEOPLE pursue recreational drugs to reach a very specific and temperamental type of ‘high’ — if you do too much of any drug even before it becomes life threatening it will make you sick and people don’t like being or feeling sick. I’m, medically, and alcoholic. I can tolerate a higher intake of alcohol than someone my size would be able to if they didn’t form a habit and some other medical stuff idk — because I drink on average 3-4 drinks a week. That’s a glass of wine with dinner every other night or two happy hours a week or one night of light bar-hopping/clubbing a week. I’ve gone months completely sober before, this is a comfortable habit for me and a socially acceptable one.

I can comfortably drink 2 beers and get enjoyably tipsy, that’s about 24 oz or 0.7 L. I get the same effect from 2 shots of whisky or 3oz or 0.09 L.

If, somehow, I was given a beer that tasted just like beer and looked just like beer but had the alcoholic concentration of whisky — and I drank it fast enough to not notice (or say was pre measuring and then injecting it all at once or snorting it all at once etc.) I would get as drunk as if I shotgunned 8 beers in a row — some people can tolerate that but I can’t, it’s very likely I’d vomit, pass out, or even need to go to the hospital

But 1 beer usually isn’t my go to when I want to be drunk and not just a little buzzed, I usually drink 2.

That would be the equivalent of 16 beers.

Assuming 2 normal beers is enough to get me legally drunk at 0.08% BAC than 2 whisky beers would put me at 0.64%. That would kill me.

Accidentally taking laced drugs is so dangerous because it leads people to take way higher levels of concentration of [X] substance (and whisky and beer are the same drugs but often when drugs are laced they’re laced with something completely different, which can lead to additional reactions in the body) because a totally safe amount of drug A might be the lethal dose for drug B. That’s why testing kits are so so important because it lets people make actual informed decisions about what they want to put in their body a— a fundamental human right

Additionally, one of the most common and dangerous cross drug cocktails is depressants and stimulants, which often leads to the “im getting sick I should stop” side effects and reaction to both drugs being cancelled out — that’s the other reason addiction can be so dangerous, the more of a drug you tolerate the higher a dose it takes to GET sick. If you aren’t an alcoholic you will not be able to freely drink enough alcohol to OD. You will literally pass out before you can do that. And you’ll get VERY sick before that happens and likely vomit and be unable to keep anything down long enough to get more drunk. Meth, cocaine, tobacco, and other stimulants in that at a certain dosage you will feel awful, pass out, get sick, vomit, not have any earthly desire to put any more of that drug in your system. You can get so accustomed to and addicted that you don’t get that reaction until your ingesting extremely dangerous amounts of that drug, but that’s why addiction can be so dangerous (additionally it is also not very easy to OD on the first sample of most drugs if given the proper dosage to experience a high for the first time. Injections are easier to fuck up the dosage for than with beverages since your putting it all in at once, but the “first time high” dosage of a CLEAN UNLACED drug is not going to be close to the lethal dosage*)

*cocaine is the exception because if you’re snorting it you can just get extremely unlucky and snort it wrong since it is a topical anesthetic and accidentally numb a vital nerve. Other forms of ingesting cocaine do not have this issue.

This cancellation of side effects is so dangerous because without the “I am getting sick now” response it’s absurdly easy to miscalculate how much of a drug you’ve infested and extremely easy to overdose.

That’s why medications like Fentanyl are FINE when taken in a prescribed dosage and with clear guidelines about what not to mix it with — you know what your doctor is giving you and how much you have to take and how often. Opioids were so dangerous because it wasn’t well understood by the medical community how addictive the drugs were — and they were prescribed when other drugs would’ve worked fine or when medical intervention that insurances wouldn’t cover would’ve also fixed the problem — because insurance companies DID cover opioids and for many an imperfect treatment you can afford is better than nothing.

Then as this threat points out there was the overcorrection, some opioids were dropped by insurers or insurers started requiring smaller dosages and some doctors got cold feet out of fear of getting a patient hooked — because US culture greatly overstated the efficacy and possibility of cold turkey approaches the people already addicted or who weren’t addicted but didn’t have a strong enough prescription anymore were left on their own

Which meant no doctor to oversee their dosages or guarantee a clean drug source.

9 times out of 10 the drug isn’t the problem it’s the sourcing.

Been slowly scrolling back through my inbox and queuing up answers. Finally got back to two weeks ago when I mentioned the hospital gave me fentanyl, and the number of "alarmed" messages I got from non-followers lecturing me about taking such a "dangerous drug" has me rolling.

Like c'mon. First of all, it was a one-time dosage to knock me out for a procedure that didn't even knock me out, and second of all, I'm not a fucking cop <3

[hiddenscribblin]

Song fic AU : I'm not a Vampire Revamped

Shall we start with my angst vampire boy

I was super into im not a vampire revamped and had it on repeat this was the only way to soothe the need to listen to it on repeat for another 24 hrs stright XD

Thank you XD

Seren knew he had fucked up but it was all so much he had been starving but right in the middle of a fucking set the venue owner limp in his arms. She was fine he had barely sunk his fangs in but when he looked up and saw vals back running and he could no longer continue. He hadn't meant to lie before when Val asked him what he was hiding. That mystery was what kept him and the few he had found safe. Away from trouble and the authorities. “Fuck.” he threw a bottle of blood infused whisky from where he had been pacing . He didn't get drunk but it helped with appearances. Rockers always had women and drugs right….parties late into the night …he honestly detested such things but he had to watch over the others to ensure they fed within the law. No changing or killing what an example he was.

Valarians face when he walked to stage haunted him as he walked up to the mic. This could be the last show with him…his only chance to explain. So he closed his eyes and began his powerful chord. 

“Well, I'm not a vampire but i feel like one

Sometimes I Sleep all day because I hate the sunlight.”

There he was, his face peering down from the empty 3rd floor balcony his heart quivered when their eyes met and he tore his back down to the crowd “ My hands are always shaking, Bodys always aching, and the Dark is when I Feed.”  It was the only way he could think to push the truth to get him to listen, maybe he wouldn't, maybe val would kill him…perhaps that was easier. 

Voice cracking over the next few lines “ Well, I can lure any woman that I want into my bed, with me. And Whisky seems to be my holy water. Mothers better lock your doors and hide your daughters. Cuz I'm insane.” He sure felt like it as he dared to look back up emotions overwhelming. “Well, I can feel it in my bones , coursing through my veins. When did i Become so Cold? For goodness’ sakes Where is my self Control?” 

For once he fell into it the pain breaking any mask he may have had, making it clear to val he was trying to let him in. He was going to loose himself if he didnt make a choice and this was it he just needed an answer… anything “ If home is where my heart is then my heart has lost all hope.”

The artificial tabs were failing and the whisky carried no life but he needed to finish this show so he took what he had left in the office anything. He could feel the effort to hold back even now “ Well i'm not a zombie but i feel like one. Today Self-induced comatose, Chemical daze. My head is always spinning from this dizzy, blurry vision and my stomach has had enough. I feel like a lady that is pregnant with a baby ‘cause im always throwing up.”

“HI my name is Seren, I'm an addict” Fuck it, seren hummed in his head takeing the mic and lifting the stand “Daddy should’ve never raised me on Black Sabbath” Chucking it aside he walked the stage repeating the chorus “ Im Insane, I can feel it in my bones , corseing through my veins, When did i Become so Cold? For goodness’ sakes Where is my self Control? If home is where my heart is then my heart has lost all hope.” 

It almost felt like a prayer…Funny. The ‘crowd’ called behind him “ When will you mortals believe ‘he’s not a vampire’, I just want the world to bleed ‘he's not a vampire’, Lust at the sight of your blood ‘he’s not a vampire’, And i swear i am not a ‘ he is not a , he is not a’ .”  He felt the Frustration tint his voice as a cry and continued rallying them and responding to the energy

 “God Bless all of you now, Cause I’m going straight to hell and i'm taking you all down with me ‘cause you know damn well.”

Relenting for a moment to breathe he continued closing his eyes feeling the words his own fangs dropping like props, “So I sharpen my teeth, 'cause I love the way it feels

When I sink into your skin and draw the only thing that's real …You don't believe me, should I write it in blood?” the anger drove inward as he screamed like his own well placed stake.

“You better drive that fuckin' stake right through my heart and try to run

Motherfucker, I'm a vampire. I'm Insane Well, I can feel it in my bones , coursing through my veins, When did i Become so Cold? For goodness’ sakes Where is my self Control? If home is where my heart is then my heart has lost all, My Heart has Fucking lost All….”

Please… he thought as he raised his voice to the sky and locked eyes once more praying  “My heart has lost all Hope 'he's lost all hope, he's lost all hope’  LONELY ‘ hes lost all hope’ My heart has lost all hope.” as he slowly ended the song he dropped the mic and bowed in one motion to hide his face, and walked to the back the sound of thundering cheers and the questioning looks of his peers too much everything in his heart open as his hands shook nowhere to hide from his own breaking heart when he was out of sight he ran stopping only once he reached the roof and could go no higher….Valarian was already there.

“I thought you’d come here…When you need an escape … you always go where you can be under the stars.” Valarian was perched on a railing. For a moment he debated running, the fluttering in his heart shook like birds in flight but he could no longer put off what was needed as Valarian waited for something…. “...Are you going to look at me?”

He heard the soft thump of valarian sliding off the rail. Hesitant steps followed as Seren drew his eyes up valarian began to speak again “ I think… somehow… I always knew. About you. What you are… and why you would be so afraid to tell me.” Eyes locked together, Val seemed to search for something, maybe some flicker of hope amongst the sheer sea of sadness consuming him. “ …How long have you suffered in Silence? Did you think I would run? After everything, did you think I'd give up on you?”

Seren folded his hands nervously before giving up and moving beside Val and reaching a hand in offering to hold before looking up at the stars to calm his heart. “ I was unsure …Panicked and in some ways I'm sure it was worse… I know you well enough to know you’d come looking for answers but not enough to know if you'd stay once you had them.” it was a soft and strained reply as his eyes drifted back “ Too long…I have hope but it's as fragile as glass. A flame that could easily get away from me.”

“Then come here…Let me protect your flame and you can tell me all that you wish to say.” Valarian's voice was softer now as he accepted Seren’s hand pulling him into a comforting hug , running a hand soothingly through his hair. “I’m listening Seren.”

Seren couldn't help but fold himself into the welcome embrace daring to hope “Love …” he couldn't get more out but val seemed to take mercy on him as his heart skipped a beat at the pet name, a smile gracing his features. Reaching over he gently curled a finger under serens chin to lift his head . “The night brings out the loveliest colors in your eyes. I've always thought so …and now I know the truth …and if I dare say so, I’m not in the least bit deterred in knowing it.” a soft laugh came at the loving look seren could feel pouring from his own eyes as val admired him. “ All I wish to know is how I can help. How can I ease whatever hurt you’ve been feeling?”

Seren felt a deep shaky breath he hadn't known he was holding leave him as he leaned in and captured Vals lips in a gentle languid kiss breaking it only after a moment. “I’ve never been in such a spell Valarian …Enchanted to my Very core. I’m afraid I'm lost in such unknown territory but if you are here with me as human or eternally bound then I will never cease in rejoicing…I know now you never left.”

“Of course not…” Valarian affectionately touched their noses together. “You needn’t fear about that any longer, My song in the night.”  A broad smile passed over valarian as he relaxed closing his eyes “Im glad your safe.”

Seren felt foolish for a moment but it was easily brushed aside with his love in his arms. “ Love, la mia stella nella notte… “ he hummed listing names he had used before until he rested on the last one beginning to sway them gently to a silent tune “My Heart…Thank you truely.”

Valarian sighed moving with seren as his sincere voice carried gently as a lullaby and the sincerity of his love was as clear as it had ever been. He wanted to stay like this forever. 

“...always.” He replied happily, stealing another kiss as they swayed in the light of the moon.

Seren found himself also wanting to remain and indulged in a few more moments of gentle care “I'm afraid I need to leave love. The night calls me and i can wait no longer to feed or ill get sick from the tabs i took.” Punctuating his disdain to leave with a gentle nuzzle and kisses to valarian’s Jaw. Leaning back just enough for the moon to caress the man's accented features casting him as an angel driving him to steal one last kiss. This was truely harder than rolling from bed.

“Go...” valarian urged, still flushed and giggling from the kisses “...Do what you need to do. Ill wait for you at the hotel.” With a soft smile slowly and reluctantly they began to part “ Just come back to me safe.”

“Always.” Seren echoed back heart aflutter. Taking his leave with a leap from the edge and Shifting into a large raven he circled once and darted away into the night.

[lilidhshoneynutfeelios]

maybe i’ll just off myself while my partners in poland for christmas

[kingkatsuki]

So im an exotic dancer(I promise it goes with this) and on people's birthdays we bring them onto the stage and each girl dances on the birthday boy and then we get them on their hands and knees and each spank them then we let them do a pole trick. So I was thinking about Denki bringing the gang to a club and telling the DJ it's Bakugou's bday just to fuck with him and he's so irritated but he can't burn the place down so he goes up and then he sees you and it's like the world stops. He prays you don't feel his boner when you grind on him and God when you spank him he can feel his pre dripping between his thighs.....and you're so sweet when he's nervous about the pole and you show him a little spin trick that's easy and he's blushing like crazy when you hug him and cheer after he does it.

He definitely wants private dances with you. And he totally tries to find out your real name and get you to give him your number.

Warnings: maybe slight manga spoilers idk? Read at your own peril ig.

Bakugou being fucking pissed that he’s in this place in the first place, and then he finds out Denki’s bought him a private dance. And Bakugou is already getting ready to kill him when you say that he could just come in the back with you anyway. You don’t have to dance and they way his friends wasted his money— and of course Bakugou likes this.

So he follows in behind you with his glass of whisky in his hand, lounging back on the long sofa as you sit beside him. Talking to him like a human being and god, he can’t remember the last time people actually spoke to him like he was normal. Especially not since his accident— the stares, interviews and questions were constant. The same people who would once run up to him with excitement and awe now just stared at him with pity, and he fucking hated it.

But not you, you kept talking to him like he was the only man in the world, even when he barely grunted a response you were there with the next question. It had him swirling the ice in his glass as he bounced his knee, liquid courage enough to have him asking for the dance. And of course you’re surprised, thinking you’re gonna spend the next thirty minutes in here pretending to give him the lap dance so he can waste Denki’s money, but here he is inviting you to do it. So of course you’re not going to complain, not when it’s your job and it’s Pro-Hero Dynamight.

Bakugou sits stoic beneath you as you writhe on top of him, and there’s only one moment where he forgets the rule of no touching— not that you mind. His free hand gripping the plush of your thigh as you feel the heat beneath it, knocking back the rest of his whisky as you feel the tent in his pants begin to brush your crotch.

He doesn’t give you his number that night, and you don’t give him yours. Expecting him never to come back again, until you come in the next shift to find out from your co-workers that Pro-Hero Dynamight has been looking for you on your days off. Even more shocked to come to the bar to see the same man sat there drinking a beer as he gives you the smallest hint of a smile.

And you know this man is going to end up getting you fired because there’s no chance you’re gonna be able to keep your hands off him.

“I should be paying you for this,” You smile as you sit beside him sipping your drink and talking about your days. Such a simple conversation, but you were both so at ease.

“You’re more than worth it, trust me sweetheart.”

[daddynegandesires]

My little run away pt 4

Summary: You and negan use to be inseparable you were always there by his side, you were his best right hand woman that was untill everything changed and he became a monster.

Warning: angst, fighting, violence, mentions of smut, slow burn

18+

@aubageddon91

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Chugging down glass after glass of whisky leaning aginst the small counter feeling the rage just stew inside of you. The door to your room suddenly opened and a not all too happy negan staring back at you.

"We need to have a little chit chat" closing the door behind him and stepping in closer to you

A sarcastic laugh slipped out of your mouth.

"A chit chat?....hmp" you took a swig from the bottle

Negan cocks his head sucking on his bottom lip giving it a pop.

"Or....i could let you just drink your happy ass away in here" pointing Lucille at you

"Or what....you going to use that thing on me again" setting the bottle down looking away from him

"Look...i can play this game all day or-

"Or what...we just act like everything is fine!" You throw your arms up at him

"Or...you in up in the cell" he says in a growl

"The cell....you wanna put me! In the cell" you scream

"The only person that has ever! Stood by your side through all of this hell the person who was there for you to pick up your broken peices when Lucille killed herself!" You struggled to get those words out

"Ahht! Sst,sst...do not speak about her" his facial expression goes hard

You laugh.

"No.....you only liked me when you were balls deep in me while Lucille was in the hospital dieing!" Not loosing your gaze with his eyes

It went silent and within a split second negan had managed to grab you shoving you up against the counter grabbing your chin forcing you to look up at him.

"...your pathetic.." You say in a whisper

"You are going to regret that...." Clenching his jaw

"Or what...." You furrow your brows

"Do not! make me have to ask" his grip tightens on your jaw

Who. Are. You.

Those words, those 3 words that you thought a person like you would not have to hear but there they were...melting off his tongue like butter.

"Im going to ask you again...who. Are. You." His facial expression goes cold

"...(y/n)"

"....youve made your choice" he releases his grip from you dragging you grabbing ahold of all your hair and wrapping it around his fist for leverage.

"You cant do this!.." Your feet quickly moving as he drags you down the hallway to the dark cold cell

"Negan!...you cant" you start to sob fighting agaisnt his grip

"NEGAN.." You scream making your voice echo off the empty cell walls

"no no, no we are not doing this! Rules are rules princess" throwing you to the ground

"Do not shatter my image of you, its a dissapointment. You are a badass...lets keep it that way"

With one last look negan slammed the door behind him. crawling up to the door kicking it and screaming hearing negans heavy foot steps echo away from you down the hall.

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Its been days since ive been locked in here...the cold concrete floor to the never ending darkness and that fucking god forsaken song...*easy street*. You knew this was war once negan set you free from this cell, how could he do this to you? The person that was always there for me he just shit on...major. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the lock to the door make a quick clicking sound you scrambled to your feet hoping it wasnt negan with that fucking cocky face of his.

"Rise and shine doll..." negan does his lean with a grin

You left silence in return for him

"Quiet game..huh?" He sucks at his lips

"Whellll....cant have that, now can we" he lets out a long chuckle

"....why" you force yourself to speak

"Ohhh c'mon" he leans against the door frame

"Ive always been there for you...through everything...every single little thing" you gaze at his shadowy tall figure

"Times have changed, honey" he shifts his body

"You...you are going to regret this...all of this because rick, he's coming for you" you stand up

"Ohhh little prick rick" he laughs

"Ricks has no idea what kind of shit he has got himself into sweetheart" he bends down to your level face to face

"You. Are. Going. To. Die." The words grit through your teeth

"Feisty..." He bites at his bottom lip

" if he doesnt then..... You paused

" ill kill you myself" you swallowed hard

"Well....what a badass!" He cheeses real big

" let me out..."

"Babydoll...." He reaches his gloved hand up to your face caressing it

"Negan..." You look up at him with beety eyes

He leans his lips to your ear brushing your hair back.

".....you know i cant do that..." He pauses not moving from you

"How could you.....you've known ive always loved you" closing your eyes and reaching up to touch his hand before he violently pulls away tightening his fist you looked up to face him, his face now frowning with disgust and anger. You could feel tears swelling up in your eyes as it felt like a knife had just been stabbed through your chest a million times. How could he betray you....how could he be this way towards you.

"...negan" you said with a shakey breath

"...i never...loved you" the words seemed to flow out so easily from his mouth as if...he had been planning this conversation in his head for weeks. Standing there..you could feel your legs shaking and your heart about to burst out of your chest all those years...all those late nights the sex and the deep conversations you both shared. Lucilles death had changed him so deeply...and these fucking flesh eating fuckers have made him bitter. Your body hit the ground letting the tears finally pour down your face while clenching onto your chest screaming. Negans turned his head away swallowing the hard lump in his throat biting at the insides of his cheeks.

"Your free to go....simon will help you" and with that he couldnt even take one last look at you he just trailed off to his room dragging lucille behind him leaving you laying there heart broken and sobbing.

[cryonme]

My Everything (part four to Love)

➵ Draco Malfoy x gn!reader

➵ summary: Draco comes up with a plan to get rid of Jack, and you’re finally free.

➵ word count- 1.1k+

➵ tw/content- sixth year no voldy, draco x slytherin!reader, swearing, mentions of alcohol, a quick argument, little bit of tears, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!!!!! bad writing?

➵ y/n- your name

➵ y/l/n- your last name

➵ y/n/n- your nickname

➵ a/n- the last part in the Love series!!! ahh!! what!! thank you so much for all of the positive feedback and love, it makes me so happy! don’t forget that since this series is over, I am taking REQUESTS! lists of characters I write for is in my masterlist. again thank you so so much for all of the love!! this series is sooo close to my heart and just really means a lot to me. Im really looking forward to continue writing for you all! sorry its a little short, I suck at ending stories :( xx Miz

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“Have you seen Draco?” You asked, your voice almost panicked as you clung onto the arm of Pansy Parkinson, who just shook her head no.

“Shit.”

“Hey, I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll help you look for him, yeah?”

You nodded and slightly loosened your grip on Pansy’s arm. The older Slytherins were throwing a party to celebrate their win for this year’s quidditch cup, and Daphne and Pansy had somehow convinced you to attend, insisting it wasn’t going to be anything too crazy.

But it ended up getting crazy, students from other houses began to show up and you thanked Merlin that Ravenclaw and Slytherin had started a feud since Jack had nearly killed you. Ravenclaws were not allowed anywhere near the Slytherin common room (with an exception of Luna), and vice versa. But you could swear you felt the room flip upside down when you spotted a Ravenclaw robe.

Pansy all but snarled when she saw what you were looking at.

“Don’t worry. Zabini and Goyle will get rid of them soon enough.” She quickly turned her scowl into a soft smile to comfort you, but the smile soon turned back to a look of horror when she saw the asshole the robes belonged to.

“Hey, asshole.” Pansy spat, causing Jack to turn around.

“Aren’t you breaking like, every single one of your punishments right now?”

“Yeah. You gonna tell on me Parkinson?” Jack took a step closer to your friend, taking a long swig of his fire whisky.

“Usually I’m not a snitch, but I can make an exception.”

Just as Jack was about to reply, you pulled on Pansy’s robes, causing his eyes to switch to you.

“Is that you back there, (Y/l/n)?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing and his mouth turning into a disgusting smirk.

“Don’t even fucking look at them.” Draco stepped in front of you and Pansy, eye level with the boy who ruined your life.

“Or what, Malfoy?”

Draco just smiled in response, “You’re not supposed to be here, are you?”

“Oh, please.” Jack scoffed. “You tell someone I’m here and you get this whole house in trouble.”

“Maybe so. I can see maybe 100 points taken off, it hurts, but it's bearable. A couple of detentions for whoever brought the fire whisky, they’ll live. But you?” Draco chuckled darkly, “You get expelled from Hogwarts, you, your children, your children’s children and so on and so forth are unwelcome back at the school, everyone in the Wizarding World knows who you are and the cruel acts you’ve done, you can’t get a job, can’t find a wife unless you’re lucky.” He smiled and touched his tongue to his top teeth, stepping impossibly closer to Jack. “And I think I’ll take the latter.”

Just then Snape came bursting in, his capes billowing behind him as Mcgonagall scurried behind him, trying not to step on the black flowing fabric.

“Ah, Professors!” Draco smiled and clapped his hands before setting them on Jack’s shoulders and spinning him around to face them. “You’re just in time.”

-

Turns out Draco had planned the whole thing just to get Jack expelled. Well, not the party. But as soon as he saw Jack and his minions talking about crashing the Slytherin party he came up with the plan to bust it. The fact that Snape and Mcgonagall came in just as he finished his speech was just sheer luck on Draco’s part, the dramatic effect that he adored.

As soon as he was taken away from the common room by the ear by Snape, but not without a promise from the two Professors that there would be consequences for the house later, Draco turned to you. His eyes completely rid of the darkness and anger they were filled with just moments ago, and were now swimming with concern.

“He’s gone, darling. He’s gone.” Draco whispered in assurance when you fell into his arms in tears. You were so overwhelmed. Feelings of relief, fear, love, happiness, and sadness all hit you at once.

“Let’s get you upstairs, yeah?”

You nodded and laced your fingers with his, allowing him to lead you up to his dorm.

“Why do I still feel so sad?” Your small voice made Draco’s heart squeeze in his chest as he turned to look at you. Your eyes were red and your chin was quivering despite you holding your hand against it to get it to stop.

“It’s not going to go away just like that, I’m afraid.” Draco sighed, leaning down to press a kiss to your head. “But I’ll be here every step of the way, my love.”

-

You hummed to yourself as you walked down the corridor towards your common room, an unusual spring in your step while you walked beside your new friend, Hermione. You caught a glimpse of her bumping her shoulder into your ex boyfriend the day he left Hogwarts, and the two of you have been friends ever since.

“It’s good to see a spring in your step this year, (Y/n/n)!”

“Feels good, ‘Mione.” You offered your friend a smile before waving her off as she turned to go to the library.

Hermione could’ve sworn she even saw you skip when she turned over her shoulder.

It was the first day of your seventh year, and everything was basically perfect. You spent half the summer at Malfoy Manor with Draco as friends and the other half with Draco at your parents as boyfriend and girlfriend.

Jack was long gone, from your life and from your mind. Things weren’t entirely better, you still cried when a teacher would yell at you, you were still wary of large crowds, you were still terrified of loving Draco. But he proved to you every day that you had no reason to be.

“How was your first day, angel?” Draco asked, immediately attaching his hands to your hair when you laid down on the couch with your head in his lap.

“Lovely.” You hummed, closing your eyes to the feeling of Draco running his fingers through your hair.

“Yeah? That’s a first for anyone.”

You opened one eye and looked up at him. He had the cutest curls running through his platinum hair, falling around to frame his face. You liked it better than the way he used to slick it back when you were small. You giggled, catching Draco’s attention to look down at the angel in his lap.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m just happy.” You smiled and reached your hand up to squish his face and you giggled more.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re the most precious creature on earth.” Draco said through squished lips.

“I like you happy.” He breathed out once you had finally let go of your death grip on his face.

“I love you.” You said when he leaned over and rested his forehead against yours, your hands on his cheeks.

“I love you.”

“My love.” He kissed your forehead.

“My darling.” He kissed your left cheek.

“My angel.” He kissed your right cheek.

“My everything.” He kissed your lips.

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John Shelby- Arranged Marriage

The Shelby brothers, a name you had heard of before, but never met the men behind the name. Until today. Your father is marrying you off to John Shelby. It was either you or your younger sister Esme and so to protect her from this group of awful men you decided that you would marry John Shelby

"You look beautiful dear" your mum says walking into your dressing room

"Thanks I guess" you huff not wanting to get married. You were as they say 'a wild on' your father hoping that this marriage would calm you down a bit, that a Shelby would calm you down

"I know you aren't happy about this, but you will be taken well care of"

"That's not the point mum. Let's just get this over and done with" you stand from your vanity and walk out of your room. Outside a car is waiting for you with your father already sat in the back

"YN, my daughter. You will listen to what your husband tells you and do as he says. Be the perfect wife. Understand?"

"Yeah" you cross your arms sitting in the back of the car with your father.

The wedding itself went rather quickly, thankfully for you John was actually quite handsome, but if he thinks your going to be the obedient wife that stays home with the kids he will have another thing coming. Right now your sat on Johns lap watching everyone around you dancing. His sister Ada is drinking a lot and she's heavily pregnant

"Should your sister really be drinking and dancing that much?" you ask John who's nursing a whisky

"Fuck knows. She won't listen to any of us"

"Come and look YN. Come and look at the family you've joined. Come and look at the man who runs it" Ada shouts at me while John older brother Tommy is stood in front of her "chooses his brothers wives. He hunts his own sister down like a rat and he tried to kill his own brother in law" Ada yells. You get up off Johns lap, John getting up behind you 

"Ada that's enough" Arthur, the oldest of the Shelby's now tries to calm her down

"And now he won't even let me have a fucking dance. Not even at a fucking wedding"

"Ada calm down" Polly says holding her

"Sit her down" John tells his aunt

"Holy shit. Water. Right get her in there" Polly points to one of the cars

"Bloody hell Ada you pick your times" John says annoyed

"She can't bloody help it" you nudge your new husband

"I'll go with her. I've delivered babies before" Esme tells the Shelby family

"Well boys let's go to the Garrison to celebrate our two new Shelbys" Arthur shouts

"I'll drop YN off home first"

"Err no I'm coming with you" you frown at John who reluctantly agrees.

"I bloody love this woman" Arthur points to you downing yet another drink

"You did good Tommy"

"Just don't fucking cheat on her, you'll loose you dick"

"Esme" you scold. She came over to the Garrison to let us know Ada had her baby, Karl

"Good luck with her John. She's not one you can control. That last guy who courted her ran away crying"

"Ok ok that's an exaggeration" you laugh taking a drink from your sister

"It's not at all. He had blood dripping from his nose" Esme laughs "she's a tough one our YN. Treat her right John and she'll treat you very well" Esme winks

"Well boys I think YN and I should be going home. We probably wont see you tomorrow" John gets up and takes your hand and you both walk out of the garrison with Johns brother whooping and yelling. Walking down the street it's quiet

"I know I'm seen as the wild one in my family, and yes in a way I am. But also Im not very experienced when it comes to... ya know errm..."

"Sex?"

"Yeah" you breathe out "as in not at all. I guess everyone thinks I would be because I never corrected people"

"Look we don't have to do anything tonight"

"What if I said I did?" you stop in the street and look up at John his eyes looking into yours

"Then I'll do this" he leans down to kissed you, obviously you kiss back

"Just don't control me or tell me what to do. I might be your wife, but I'm no man's property. I'm your equal"

"Ok" he breathes out and kisses you again. John then lifts you up making you squeal, takes you to his home where you end up in his bed with no clothes on. Maybe you just actually thank your dad for that man you've ended up with.

[larkace]

Robber Claws

hi guys! i've read a bunch of your fics and got inspired so i wrote a thing! enjoy ;) also, it's pretty long so...buckle up! love yall <3

The criminals lurk in the mist, invisible, but Sofiya Pavlichenkov knows they’re there.

She’s perched in the Lookout’s nest of her Warship in Fourth Harbour, pretending to read the documents her first mate, Kastor, has just handed to her. But her blue coat is flapping in the wind and her papers keep jostling and she’s being watched, all of which is rather uncomfortable.

Idly, Sofiya wonders what the criminals might want. A smuggling, perhaps? Out and away from stinking, crawling, loathsome Ketterdam?

Sofiya hates this city. His city. She misses Ravka, her homeland- the Little Palace.

I miss my bloody Kefta, Sofiya thinks darkly as another bought of wind spirals harshly through the Harbour. The blue coat she wears is a subtle nod to her Tidemaker status, but it’s a sad, thin piece of cloth compared to the grandeur of the Fabrikator-made Keftas. But Sofiya can’t wear her Kefta, not if she wants to blend in in Kerch- a lesson she learned long ago…

Old enemies, Sofiya. Old enemies, but not withered grudges.

Huffing out a sigh that would make Zoya Nazyalensky proud, Sofiya rises gracefully to her feet.

They’re coming. She can feel it; they’re making their way towards the ship. They don’t have to be rowdy to intimidate, that’s for sure - or to make a crowd of Merchants and Thieves part like the sea almost immediately.

Sofiya reaches up behind her head and loops her hand around a piece of knotted rope; takes a deep, steadying breath.

And she steps off the platform into the open air.

For a moment, she catches on the air as if a Squaller has caught her on a buffering breeze, but sure enough, gravity kicks in.

Sofiya welcomes the feeling of her stomach in her throat as the fall takes hold, zipping her past the sails. It's good preparation, anyway, for the three dark figures moving up the docks towards her.

As they near and Sofiya lands lightly on the deck, she confirms what she already knew: these were criminals. Her criminals.

The trio stops in front of her. They're all wearing black and gold - not a uniform exactly, but it’s a solid way to show your allegiance. None of their hands were visible, but if they were, Sofiya would find the Robber Claws emblem branded cleanly onto the backs of their knuckles. Their hoods are drawn up over their faces, but Sofiya can tell from their posture who she’s dealing with.

"Ah, Iseut," Sofiya says serenely, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

The girl in the middle pulls down her hood, revealing shining blond hair, dark eyes, full lips. She doesn’t smile.

"Where have you been, Sofiya?" Iseut asks coolly.

"The Wandering Isle," Sofiya answers immediately, "I stopped at Os Kervo on my return to pick up some supplies. I'm only three days late, Is. Cut me some slack."

Iseut sighs, and suddenly looks less the badass, fake-waitress man-killer, and more the tired mother of a delinquent child. Sofiya feels a flicker of guilt.

She had stopped at Os Kervo for more than one reason. The "supplies" were crates upon crates of commandeered Fjerdan weapons and traps, intercepted by the First Army on their way to the Front Line. Sofiya had paid nothing to take them off the hands of the Ravkan soldiers, who honestly had no clue where to send them. What good were jerky Fjerdan guns to a sophisticated, well-oiled Second Army legion?

Sofiya could picture Zoya's face at the sight of the sad little weapons. Disgust and disdain, unshakable beauty - and perhaps just a little bit of pride that her friend had been the one to collect the Fjerdan cargo. Sofiya would work on selling it all later. She'd dump the Grisha traps in the ocean, though. Drown them like they deserved to be drowned.

"I am sorry, Iseut," Sofiya says, and her words aren’t mistruths.

"Don't apologise to me," Iseut says dismissively, "It’s your friends that were barely able to sleep the past few nights. You should talk to -"

"Destry," Sofiya's words mist the air like a fine rain, "I know."

One of the tall figures stood behind Iseut lowers her own hood. Lyra. Ly.

It made sense that the Robber Claws would send their best Bruisers to Fourth Harbour. Sofiya knew by the other Robber's posture that beneath the hood, she would find the face of Winter. But Winter wouldn't lower her hood in front of so many people, so Sofiya was content with what she could get.

"You really had Destry worried, Sof," Ly says, chastising.

"Destry can handle me being gone for weeks on end," Sofiya crosses her arms. She will not be guilt-tripped, "This job was half a week, and I was only a few days off schedule. I did tell Cherry that I'd be late." The words come out as a question.

None of them say anything.

Another flash of worry courses through Sofiya. Cherry Vlasova is a Heartrender, and one of Sofiya's closest friends. The message that Sofiya had forwarded was simple and concise: I'll be a few days late. Stopping at Os Kervo. Don't worry, no Fjerdans. Tell Destry -S.P

Had something happened to Cherry? She was an avid gossiper; her post box was always full of tip-offs (a useful source of information for the Robber Claws) but Sofiya was reliably informed that her letters were always placed on the top of the pile. Marked "URGENT."

"What happened? Is Cherry alright?" Sofiya demands.

Iseut holds up her palms, and they are callused and grease-marked. Sometimes Iseut is so well put together that Sofiya forgets she's a barmaid.

"Cherry is fine. But all our Grisha are shaken. Whilst you were away, there was an attack on the East Stave."

Sofiya's heart stops and restarts and stops again.

An attack. On the Grisha. And she wasn’t there to - to help, to defend-

"Destry," Sofiya breathes, "And Cherry - and Adali, Roza, Linnea, Yan, Anya- oh, Saints, was it the Fjerdans?"

There are many Grisha members of the Robber Claws. It was one of the reasons that Sofiya wanted to join them in the first place. If the Fjerdans had attacked -

"Everybody is fine," Ly says lowly, "We had Freya and May fixing people up as soon as we heard- and Lita, of course, but behind the scenes."

Freya and May- and even Lita, whose powers most of the gang didn't even know of. Grisha Healers. So people had been hurt.

"What. Happened." Sofiya growls, and Ly glares at her challengingly, fists clenching. The water beneath the decking froths and bubbles as Sofiya brings her own fists together, power surging pleasantly up her arms. If Ly wants a fight, she can have one.

"Calm down, both of you," Winter's smooth voice projects from under her hood. Despite the heavy fabric, her voice is clear and commanding. Sofiya takes a breath to compose herself.

"To answer your previous question: no. It wasn't the Fjerdans." Iseut says, "We don’t know what they were."

Sofiya's brow creases at the chime of fear in Iseut's voice. She's never seen the golden-haired barmaid afraid before.

It begins to rain softly, the pattering of droplets quiet against the wooden decking of the docks.

"We should go back to the Queen’s Head, Iseut," Ly suggests, referencing Iseut’s place of work. Iseut nods once, swiftly, and glances over Sofiya's shoulder at her warship.

"Do you need to...?"

"Yes."

"Go on, then."

"KASTOR! IM GOING FOR A ROUND OF DAY-DRINKING!" Sofiya yells over the shoulder of her rain-splattered coat. She hears Ly chuckle as Kastor's scruffy head pokes out from a window.

He nods at Sofiya when he spots her, and she waves, assenting. Kastor would keep everything safe whilst she was gone. It was their unspoken agreement, unchanging and unwavering since the day they'd become crewmates.

Sofiya turns back to Iseut, Ly and Winter.

"Let's be on our way," she says, and lets her fellow criminals lead the way along the Harbour, her warship disappearing into the mist behind her.

~~~~

The mid-day slump of customers meant that the Robber Claws had the Queen’s Head pub all to themselves.

Iseut- who did not own the pub, but had put more work into it than the real owners ever did- had immediately trekked behind the bar and poured herself a whisky.

"Want anything?" She asks, directing the question directly at Sofiya despite the equal presence of Ly- and Winter (who had lowered her hood slightly now that she was back on familiar ground, with familiar faces.) Bruisers didn’t drink on the job. It slowed reflexes.

"The story," says Sofiya firmly, "It a joke about the day-drinking. What happened?"

Iseut pours herself another whiskey and the quartet take a seat at a shady little circular table in a quiet corner. The murmurs of other Robber Claws members is enough to shelter their conversation from the group- despite Sofiya being sure she was the only one unaware of what had transpired the days she’d been gone.

As Iseut begins her story, with Winter and Ly regularly interjecting with additions, Sofiya feels horror and fear clamp down on her heart like a Fjerdan Grisha trap.

Iseut’s alluring voice weaves a tale of Komedie Brute actors in bloody masks, rose-painted rubble from an impossible explosion, and worst of all: Grisha. Dead Grisha, killed by creatures with screeching metal wings.

“Only a few of our Grisha were hurt,” Iseut sips her drink solemnly, “We took your advice of keeping them anonymous and undercover. We have Erin and our other spies out searching for answers at the embassies. I’m sure you’re just as eager to find out about the winged creatures as we are.”

Sofiya nods, “I am. Thank you for filling me in, Is, really. And to you, Ly, Winter. I know you don’t like going to far from the West Stave.”

The last comment was directed purely at Winter. It’s not a lie. Winter runs a dojo for training Kerch’s women to protect themselves from Barrel bosses and scum alike; she didn’t want her clients finding out about her… Robber side. Being a criminal wasn’t the most unintimidating, friendly persona to have when speaking with vulnerable women.

Sofiya respected Winter and her clean profession. It was hard to be so kind in the Barrel. And men were rarely kind to women at all.

Sofiya knew that first hand.

Shoving away the memories- blue eyes, dark hair, gorgeous smile, charming words and sharper wounds- Sofiya stands in one fluid movement.

“I’m going to find Destry,” she says. Iseut stands, Ly and Winter falling back to flank her again, and smiles. She’s beautiful, that is undoubtful, but the attacks- the sleazy men at the Queen’s Head, the strain of the city- it’s all gotten to her. Sofiya can see it.

This city is poison, thinks Sofiya as Iseut takes her hand and shakes it. Poison and rot.

“Destry will be in her rooms,” Ly supplies, and Sofiya nods at her once.

Sofiya grins brightly, hoping it covers her own weariness, and recites, “Fair winds.”

“Bright stars,” chorus her friends. Sofiya waves over her shoulder as she slips out of the bar and down an alley. Above her, a storm brews in the clouds.

Perhaps the stars would be out that night. It didn’t matter. Nobody in Kerch saw the stars anymore.

~~~~

On her way to Destry’s apartments, Sofiya ran into more members of the Robber Claws.

Malcolm and Firefly, who lived together in shared housing in the Anvil, were shopping for new blacksmiths’ equipment. They each provided invaluable services to the Robber Claws, crafting flawless weapons second only to that of Fabrikators. They greeted her with a wink each. Sofiya moved on swiftly after trading them a Wandering Isle-crafted staff for twenty Kruge.

She picked up some baked goods on the way. She would need them. Destry- who had been her closest friend since she arrived in Kerch- was an Inferni. Fire-bringer; with an even fierier temperament. Rumour had it- and Sofiya knew the rumours were true- that Destry had been attending the University of Ketterdam when she’d heard a boy make a lude comment during an exam and lit the paper on fire with her mind. And that paper had been thrown. At the boy’s face. Ouch.

Sofiya had been nursing a whiskey in a tavern when she’d first heard the story recounted. She’d leapt up from her seat, slithered into an alley and held the recounter at knifepoint until he’d told her Destry’s name.

They’d become fast friends upon meeting. Sofiya had been in awe of someone so rebellious, so brave as to set fire to an exam paper, and Destry- well. Destry had laughed for hours when Sofiya had told her how she’d first come across her name.

But now, staring up at the ornate windows of Destry’s apartment, Sofiya feels unsure. She didn’t mean to worry her friend. Iseut had explained that her letter must have gotten lost during the riots. Sofiya cursed the post offices. So there was a deadly storm- your motto is still “We always deliver.”

Despite her trepidation, Sofiya’s feet were swift on the stairs. She had a key to the apartment, and didn’t hesitate to unlock the door and slip inside without a sound, content to watch Destry whilst she worked; even if only for a moment.

Leaning against the wall, Sofiya’s brow creases as she surveys her friend. Destry’s hair is plaited carefully into two loops at the nape of her neck, hazel strands freeing themselves gently against her light brown skin. She’s stood facing away from Sofiya, arms circled in rings of fire. The shirt she wears is Fabrikator-made; the flames don’t take to the papery material.

Sofiya takes a step forward, and pointedly drops her bag of confectionary on the floor. It lands with an audible thump.

Destry whirls, the fire at her wrists whirling into an inferno ready to strike- until Destry sees who is at her door.

“Shouldn’t have hesitated, Des,” Sofiya said weakly, “I could have put a knife in your back.”

The shock on Destry’s face dissolves. Her face splinters down the middle. Licks of fire at her fingertips wilt into ash in a pile at her boot-clad feet.

“You would have put out the flames with your water, I’m sure,” Destry says, and then flies across the room towards Sofiya, wrapping her in a tight, smoke-smelling embrace.

Sofiya would normally pull back. “Don’t be too open with your heart, Des,” she’d say, “People use your loves against you here.” But Sofiya couldn’t bring herself to say those things. The weight of the week comes crashing down on her head like a tsunami.

Fjerdan traps on my boat, attacks on my gang, tensions in Ravka boiling over… where’s safe anymore, except here?

Destry pulls back slightly to scan Sofiya’s face. She has a smear of oil on her cheek. Destry’s eyes are filled with fire, burning like an ember beneath onyx waters.

“Where. Have. You. Been.”

“Destry-”

“Don’t you make excuses with me, Pavlichenkov,” Destry snarls, “You didn’t warn us you were late! I couldn’t sleep- neither could Cherry!”

“I-”

“We thought you’d been caught, Sofi,” Destry cries, “We thought the Fjerdans had got you! I thought you died.”

The word is ugly and big in the room, choking Sofiya’s response. Death. Dying. Dead. And by Fjerdan hands. It wasn’t so rare for travelling Grisha to be caught and sent to the pyres.

“I’m sorry,” Sofiya says, because it’s the only thing there is, “I wrote- I really did, don’t look at me like that- according to Lyra, there was a storm in the True Sea. The letter sunk with the ship.”

“You’re a Tidemaker,” Destry huffs.

“Yes, which means I manipulate water,” Sofiya says, “Not stop it from overturning ships with important letters on them. Destry, I’m sorry. I brought waffles.” She offers the last sentence like a defendant on trial with the Stadwatch; one final piece of evidence to prove her innocence.

Destry brightens immediately, “Well, in that case.”

The pair of them set to work, shoulders just brushing in the cramped kitchenette. Sofiya’s array of pasties are laid out over two plates, which they lay on their laps. Destry’s job for the Robber Claws is, in few words, that of the logician. Papers are scattered all over her apartment, covered in detailed blueprints and scale drawings of buildings all over Ketterdam, Fjerda and even- rarely- Shu Han. There were no drawings of Ravka.

If Iseut had ever commissioned a robbery in Ravka, Sofiya didn’t know about it. It would be…unwise to hit out at the Ravkans, with so many Grisha in the gang.

But Destry’s job was essential, so Sofiya couldn’t complain about the lack of trays to put their plates on. Such things were useless for such an incredible mind as Destry’s.

“So,” says Destry conversationally as she lights the fireplace with a casual flick of her wrist, “How were the Wandering Isles?”

Sofiya says nothing, massaging her temples lightly. Destry manages a laugh.

“Your silence is telling, Sofi,” she warns.

Sighing quietly, suddenly feeling very tired, Sofiya says, “It was crawling with our Fjerdan friends from the North. ‘Peaceful’ Fjerdans.”

Destry spins, and she is outlined with the fire. We’re opposites, Sofiya thinks. Fire and Water.

“You didn’t-” Destry begins, horrified.

Silently, solemnly, Sofiya raised her palms to face the ceiling. Destry reaches out.

Her gentle fingers trace the scars there. Deep and painful and barely healed, the scars run red against Sofiya’s pale flesh.

“Sofiya…” Destry breathes.

“It was the only way to push my power down,” Sofiya whispers. She’s rarely so emotive, but Destry is someone she trusts with everything. It was a weakness, some would say, but they were each powerful Grisha. They were Gods in a world of men. And they would not kneel “If I hadn’t, I would’ve been caught. It was a price to pay.”

Grisha shone like lighthouses around people. In Kerch, in Ketterdam, it was safer for them- especially ones loyal to a gang, as Destry and Sofiya were. But in the Wandering Isles; where Fjerdans passed through on their way to Novyi Zem, where gang affiliations mattered less than the colour of your eyes… Sofiya tells herself she had no choice.

“Sofiya, you’ve opened up old wounds here,” Destry says, tracing the marred skin of her palms again, “You need a healer. Freya, Lita, May-”

“Wouldn’t understand,” Sofiya finished, pulling her hands out of Destry’s and placing them carefully in her lap, obscuring them with her coat, “They’re healers, Des, not warriors- they’d go to Iseut.”

Iseut. Their unofficial leader, the founder, the lighthouse in raging seas. All of the Robber Claws seemed to be caught in her gravity. She was their sun. And Sofiya… well, Sofiya was the moon. Iseut would send her to a healer, one who would stop her travels. One who would commandeer her Warship, and Kastor… health of the mind was important to Iseut.

But Sofiya was not damaged, as they would tell her. She was not broken. Her mind was sound.

I did what I had to do, to survive.

But Destry can see through it all. Through the mask, through her eyes, right to her bones. Through to her lying, treacherous heart. We’re all broken in the end.

But.

Oh, Destry, Destry, please…

“I won’t tell her,” Destry promises, “But I’d like you to know that I think you should. Tell her, that is- Iseut. She might help.”

“She might ship me back to Ravka,” Sofiya grumbles, biting into a toasty croissant.

“Oh, she wouldn’t.”

“You never know.”

“She’ll want you to heal, that’s all.”

“Yes,” Sofiya rolls her eyes, “But these wounds are of the flesh. The scars on my heart will never heal, not in this life Perhaps there will be mercy in the next, even for my rotten soul.”

“You sound like you’re auditioning for the Komedie Brute,” Destry laughs.

“Mother, Father, pay the rent!” Sofiya crows.

“I can’t my dear, the money’s spent,” Destry choruses instinctively.

Sofiya wipes away an invisible tear, “Gorgeous! We’ll make an actress out of you, yet, Destry Clements.”

“Oh, you most certainly will not,” Destry huffs.

Their laughter fills the air, and Sofiya thinks that maybe there is hope for her rotten soul, after all.

~~~~

The man returns late from the pub wearing only one shoe.

A bottle drained halfway of mauve liquid dangles limply from his pale fingers. The veins in his foot are blue in the half-moon’s light.

He slurs a broken melody. She catches a few words as he passes below her on the street.

“Hmm… perish… light… air… fire… hell… hmmm…”

The man’s name is Danyl Harrop. And he is going to die tonight.

“Hmm… shadow… devil… rot… earth… sun… burn… lose….”

Harrop continues down the road, heedless of the mud on his bare foot. He'd be blackout drunk in the morning if he survived.

He wouldn’t.

Silent as a breeze, steps as soft as downy feathers, she leaps from the streetlight where she was perched.

She strikes.

She is ash and shadow. She is a storm of fire. She is vengeance.

She is death.

Harrop yelps as she pins him against the tree. His face is as white as the moon, with eyes like black craters.

“What’re you doi-” he slurs dazedly, but she silences him with a wave of her hand. He blubbers like a fish on land as he tries to shout for help.

“For King and Country,” says the girl. Stepping away from Harrop, she lets her power hold him against the tree, keeping his muscles upright. She surveys him like an artist would their unfinished masterpiece.

The girl whispers, “Sleep tight, Danyl.”

Flicking her wrist, she snaps his neck. He’s still alive, barely, so she latches on to what little of his mind there is left and strips it like an onion. For a man who is out so late, so drunk, on what the girl remembers as a work-day, he knows too much.

Secrets. They feed this girl, nourish her. There is a skip in her step as she turns away from Harrop; without her supporting his muscles, he collapses against the tree. She leaves his mind just as it goes dark.

There is no need to hide in the treetops upon her return to the city. It gleams just half a mile away, most of which is roiling seawater. As the girl wanders along the road back to Ketterdam, she finds Danyl Harrop’s shoe in a puddle of mud. The girl laughs at the sky. She flips a coin into the shoe, whispers a heartless prayer to her Saints, and moves on.

Back to Ketterdam. Back home.

~~~~

Ok, so that's that! I left it on a bit of a cliffhanger... I may have created a whole plot... so there might be some more coming soon!

all these excellent characters (save Sofiya, Danyl, Kastor and the girl at the end who kills Danyl- who has no name... yet *wink*) belong to the following:

Iseut is @littlegirldorothea's

Destry is @finnick-annie's (I may have made them besties👀👀)

Cherry is @brekkercookie's (they are ALSO besties👀👀 we have a trio omg)

Winter is @cressjacquine's

Lyra is @no-mourners-at-my-funeral's

Malcom is @blackpheonix’s

Firefly is @ask-shadowbon’s

Erin is @lightningboytytonjesper’s

Adali is @apple-bottom-jeansx’s

Roza is @vampire-rights’s

Linnea is @alonlyfangirl's

Yan is @lucentcorrigan’s

Anya is @queenlilith43’s

Freya is @smol-evil-gremlin’s

Lita is @the-whispers-of-moonlight’s

May is @saltyfortunes

and the "Fair winds, bright stars" motto as created by @spicy-tomato-sauce's

oh and the whole Grishaverse is the wonderful @lbardugo's <3

if I missed anyone or you want to tag anyone go ahead!

[marune2]

Bar singer Nacht Au

In this Au Have Nacht a secret hobby wo nobody know abaut not even Morgan ore Yami Nacht will kill him self if they find out he is a bar singer the funny part is wey Nobody finde out at First is this the in the guest finking this Nacht is a woman of cursed because he wear dancing clothes four women because the bar keeper have god idear (he is not perv but Nacht bring Buch more money in and is friendly) Nacht is ok at First Nobody thing he is a Faust woman’s looks all the same in this dancer look

And 2 Nacht don’t kare abaut gender clothes as long isn’t a dress ore pink

Im this time are Morgan and yami in the Magic night‘s Nacht have no more talk in the las 3 moth whit Them off curse the bar singer hobby

Morgan:wo is Brother wey he won’t talk too us did. I make him uncomfortable ore upset so much „cry

Yami:year wo is he he avoided us now long enough I’m pisst now Morgan you did nothing what ever upset him like this I going to find the fu€ker

In the same moments coming Nacht at home what Yami fell and run realy pisst at his Direktion Morgan folow him

By Nacht room he came of a long day of his hobby/work and put his dancing clothes in the wardrobe hidden in this moment felling he Motgan‘s and yami’s mana run to him he close fast the doors

Yami rib the door open:HERE ARE YOU FU€KER WO WHAS ARE YOUR ALL THE TIME I GONA KILL YOU FOUR AVOTING US!!!!!

Morgan:YAMI CALL DOWN!!!

Nacht:don’t screaming like this in my room I have long day bastar€ go out !!!!!!!

Yami :like hell wo whas you!? Your haven’t talk too my ore Morgan Your whas the last moth Not there if Morgan ore I want’s too see you!!“mad as hell

Nacht:i have better things too do as waiting off your like a child wo say a wanted too see you idio€

Morgan:can your say plz wey you won’t want to see us did we make you upset ore did I have Upset you what can do this your want’s talk too my again“crying

Nacht:oh shit no Morgan It’s not like this plz won’t cry we can talk but I have my pfings going on ok ?

Morgan:what four pfings?

Nacht:your won’t need too know what I do but I make this we can talk again ok?

Yami:what are you doing Faust again?

After this they talk again but Morgan and Yami pfing this Nacht have what realy Bad going on plz wo have Nacht take the money and wey he have and wey smell he some time like Bar ore woman perfume ore so and sleep after he cam bag and his voice is rough

Yami have the nice idea too looks at Nachts room whit Morgan Morgan whas not happy going in his brother romme whit no permission of Nacht

Morgan:Yami way make we this this is not Nice of us

Yami:Talk four your self the Emo do sompfing dumb I can Fell it

After a wile they find the woman clothes and Jewellery and perfume and at less some whisky and Rom

Yami:way have he woman clothes and

Jewellery ???

Morgan:go’s red :I don’t know have he a girlfriend?!

Yami:ha Never god joke he have big girlfriend if a look at this she must as big as Nacht is“laug

Morgan:so wrong is this not but your ride this have brother sizes ……!!!!

Yami:!!! Ha he walk in woman clothes ore what I want to see this happen Hahahahaha!!!

Morgan:way he walk in woman clothes???

Yami: i have no idear abaut this way we won’t follow him if we have free?

Morgan:I’m concerned abaut Nacht so I’m in

It’s fun this not gona happen there Nacht use his shadow magic to vanish Nacht is really smart if he want

In hq of the gry dear

Williem:what have you touw wey the long face’s?

Morgan It’s noting’s I’m just concerned abaut my brother I don’t know what he do the last moth’s

Random1:hey I know what we can do too make you Fell better it’s give a Bar whit realy good alkc and singer wana com?

Yami:It’s Hearings realy nice on komm on Morgan it going better we can have a little fun and then we can look what the stupid shi€ do

Morgan:don’t call him this but ok

What Nacht did not know this he going to die in on way in the bar his biges fear bekomm true

In the bar by Morgan and Ko are drinking and talk the bare is really nice

Yami:this place is realy nice“drung and don’t use Qi

Morgan:year it is to much music and the bar is realy big

Random:sey so I told your it whas nice here

By Nacht he going to sing ad first he make this but spotted the grey dear robe and see he’s lovely Brother and Yami and is mentally FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK but they see him not Nacht looks away to make it not strange

William:hey is the Singerin have the same face as Morgan do

Random1:your ride hey Morgan look a girl ver of you! „Laugh

Morgan:he?…………!!!!!!(Brother?!)

Yami spits he’s drink out:is this Nacht I can’t believe this this is hilarious HAHAHA Mann fuck he looks pretty as fuck as women HAHAHAHA

Random1 drung randomly:Man is he pretty sad this is your Brother bud I wana bang him

Yami:HAHAHAHAHA

Morgan Go in a deb red on his face:won’t your dare say he mad

As luck Nacht is Nobody hear Yami and co he can’t hear them too but he know they finde out he die mental in his heart

Let’s say it whas a long night and Morgan learning this Nacht can be a pretty woman and this many guy’s want to bang him

After this Nacht yami and Morgan have straight talk and admo at first and just Yami talk abaut this realy and make fun of him but is support him in this acsident fing Morgan and Yami this Nacht want’s be a woman (nacht Fell himself as a Mann)but wait of his outing Nacht don’t know abaut this what they fings

(Your all can use this Au as your one story base if you want it’s be funny too see your version and idear abaut this

[sanzulicious]

•Warnings•

This story contains

Smut,angst,comfort,cursing

This is chapter 2

“Woo!! i better i see some hotties tonight.” Erika yelled as she parks the car.

“Looks like we’re here… yay”.. you say with a worried face.

“And i better see some hotties to especially a bald man with money.” Kai said.

“Whats up with you and these balds men kai?” erika asked.

“Bitch them bald men have spoiled daughters and they got money i dont mind being a stepdad purr.” Kai says with a wink.

“Haha shit well looks like ill try to find one to for myself because a job that pays 10 dollars aint gonna cut it i need a sugardaddy.” Erika says.

As yall walked out of the car and headed for entrance of the club a security asked for I.D yall pulled out you’re I.D’s and showed it to the security. But these security didnt look like regular ones they wore suits that look expensive as if they worked for a mafia boss.

“Wow those men look expensive” you say to erika and kai.

“Girl i know thats why i said i need a sugardaddy” erika said.

“Damn this place looks hella nice” kai said.

“By the way you look hot y/n” erika said with a wink.

You blushed at her comment. “Thanks erika but you look way hotter than me.”

“Girl we’re both hot, hey tonight we are gonna have fun okay let all the things you worry about go for a bit tonight we are gonna turn up” erika says.

“*sigh* you’re right lets have fun tonight but im not drinking alot since you know someone has to drive back.” You say.

“Sure of course” erika smiles.

“WILL YOU BITCHES HURRY im trying to get a drink and find a fucking table” kai says.

“Calm down damn it im coming” erika says.

As you three went to sit at a table you looked around the place you thought to yourself how awsome the place looked with the floor like glass and bright neon lights and people dancing their ass off.

“ ill get us some drinks what do you guys want” kai asks.

“Ill have a cosmopolitan” erika says.

“Umm ill have a margarita” you say.

“And ill have a whisky sourr” kai says walking off singing.

You chuckle.

“Hey erika im going to run to the bathroom real quick” you say to erika.

“Oh okay ill wait here i dont want anyone taking the table” she says.

“Okay” you say walking off.

As you walked off finding the bathroom you saw a hallway you went through the hallway to find it. you were complaining about how this place is complicated to find the bathroom when suddenly you didnt see someone coming your way. *bam*you fell down, you bumped into a man with a pink mullet and two scars on both sides of his mouth with pretty blue eyes. He looked at you annoyed.

“Watch it asshole you knocked me down ever heard of excuse me” you say to the pinkette.

“You were the one in lala land maybe YOU should watch were you walk forgot to wear you’re glasses or some” he said back.

Asshole. You think to your self. “I dont wear glasses and even if i did you should always say excuse me who raised you? An animal?” You say with an angry look.

He glared down at you thinking how can easily kill you for talking like that. But he took a good look at you and your figure he thought to himself you were a sexy thing.

He gave you a smirk and said. “Well arent you fiesty one you should watch that attitude darling, nasty attitudes dont sit right with a pretty girl like you.”

“what do you expect me to do when some dumbass knocks me on the floor huh?” You say with a mean glare.

He chuckled.

“Well then my apologies doll” he says giving you a hand to help you up from the floor.

“Thanks and dont call me doll” you say.

“Well what should i call you then?” He said.

“Nice try im not telling you my name now if you’d excuse me i need to piss my friends are waiting for me” you say.

“The bathroom isint through here doll your going the wrong way” he said smirking.

“Shit Oh well were is it then?” You ask.

“Mmm i’d tell you, but you were rude so i guess not” he said cooeing.

You were starting to get even more irritated. “Look i just need to take a piss the least you can do is show me were it is since you knocked me down with your no manners ass” you say.

“I didnt knock you down YOU got in my way doll should of watched were you were going .” He said with narrowed eyes and a smirk.

The smirk pissed you off even more you had enough of his sarcasm. “YOU KNOW WHAT SCREW YOU I DONT NEED YOUR DAMN HELP I CAN FIND IT MYSELF GET OUT OF MY WAY.” You say pushing him out of the way.

“Oi wait wait im sorry alright ill show you were it is damn i was joking your so fiesty cant take a damn joke.” He said trying to stop you.

“I SAID MOVE i dont need your damn help your stupid sarcasm and smirks piss me off and i bet it does to other people you interact with” you said.

“What can i say i like the look of peoples faces when i piss them off haha” he said laughing.

“Yeah i bet you do” you roll your eyes.

“Look im sorry alright ill show you the way to the pissy potty, but let me buy you a drink its my way of saying sorry for knocking you down doll” he said.

“I already have a drink waiting for me thanks” you say.

“Well let me buy you another one” he says.

“I said no and i came with my friends i cant just ditch them for you”. You say looking up at him.

“Well take me to them ill tell em youll be with me” he said.

“Just take me to the bathroom” you said.

“Alright”

He showed you the way to the bathroom as you were finished you saw he was still there waiting for you.

“Why are you still here i already told you im not interested in you buying me a drink i came to have fun with my friends” you said crossing your arms.

“Why not whats the reason am i that terrible” he said.

“Yes you are, you cant take no for answer can you?” You said.

“Alright but at least tell me your name?” He said hovering over you.

*sigh* “im y/n whats yours?”

“Mm not telling you hehe” he said smirking.

You look at him with you eyebrow farrowed.

“Your look cute when your mad, im haruchiyo sanzu”he said.

“Well sanzu dont call me cute and thanks for showing me the way to the bathroom but i really have to get back to my friends”

“Your welcome cutie”

“I SAID STOP UGHH your so annoying do you do this to every girl you meet ?” You said.

He didnt answer he just kept looking at you. The truth is he never really found a girl he’s truly interested in he would only sleep with them and forget about them the next day. But you made something click inside him and he found you interesting he liked you stubbornness.

“What are you not gonna talk anymore?” You said.

“Mm sorry just admiring your pretty face” *wink*

You starting blushing at his comment you quickly shook your head. “I have to go sanzu my friends are gonna start worrying about me” you said.

“Mm alright then doll ill see you around or maybe later” he said walking away.

Later? You heard him say when you were about to ask him about it he disappeared from your view.

“Uhh okay that was weird *sigh*

You went back to kai and erika at the table waiting for you.

“Hey guys sorry i took long couldnt find the bathroom this place is pretty big” you said.

“Girl we were starting to worry we thought you got drugged and kidnapped or some shit” erika said.

“Oh my god like in those movies, uhh imagine it was me and hot mafia boss trys to kidnap me i would totally let myself you bitches better not try to find me” kai said.

“That would be scary tho wouldnt it kai? Them pointing a gun to your head and you wont know if youll die or not” you said.

“Hes trying to be laura from 365 days head ass” erika says laughing.

“Bitch i’d do anything to be in her place, besides i mean i know its scary but like they wont hurt you if they are obsessed with you thats why they kidnap you to make you theirs, i would act refusing just so his sexy ass can pin me to the wall and say. (are you lost babygorl) well acutally (baby boy)” kai says.

“Shit i want a man like massimos fine ass i have a thing for italian men alright” erika says.

“You guys are crazy” you said laughing.

You were gonna tell them about sanzu but maybe you will tell them another day about it rightnow you were with them having fun.

“Omg bitch this is my jam lets dance you guys” kai said.

“Come on y/n i wanna see those hips sway girl” erika says.

“Uhh fine” you said.

[End of chapter]

Sorry I changed the font didnt really like the other one but i hope you liked this chapter.

Thank you for reading ;)

[untaemedqueen]

Room 732 (M)

Mafia!Jeongguk x Courtesan!Reader

Jeongguk brought to you by The Bird Cage

WordCount: 10k

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Strangers to Lovers!AU

Warnings: Excessive Drinking, Excessive Swearing, Guns, Jeongguk Is Haunted By His Dead Girlfriend, Character Death (Lee), Mafia!Jeongguk, Shy!Jeongguk, Possessive!Jeongguk, Dom!Jeongguk, Sub!Reader,  Jeongguk Is Riddled with Guilt, Praise, Cunnilingus, Orgasm Denial, Fellatio, Throat Fucking, Deep Throating, Begging, Jeongguk Has A Huge Dick, Daddy Kink, Did I Say Possessive? Because Jeongguk Is Possessive As Fuck, Cum Swallowing, Degradation (Cum Slut), Marking, Unprotected Sex, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Begging

A/N: Can Be Read As A Stand Alone But If You’ve Read TBC. There are fun easter eggs. OKAY. ENJOY.

The mansion was silent on this Wednesday morning. Not a noise to be heard as Jeongguk pads down the right staircase of the large home. His sleep laden eyes drift to the brand new door before yawning loudly. His hand coming up to scratch at his bare tattooed chest as he makes his way through the sitting room. The perfectly white marble countertop of the island gives him a place to lean as he runs his hands through his black hair. He drank way too much yesterday with Taehyung to celebrate the birth of his new son. 

Everyone was finding love around him, starting families and here he was still a bachelor since his girlfriend Lee was murdered. He could sometimes still picture her, her black hair blowing in the breeze in the garden. Or, the way she used to wrinkle her nose at everything, a habit Guk had adopted from her. He sighs to himself before shoving off of the counter as he rounds the island to the liquor cabinet. Sometimes Lee visits him in his dreams, begging him to move on, to experience happiness like the others in his gang. But, how could he? He has this warped mind that only knows how to torture and kill. After she was gone there was no love, no yearning. He smiles, sure, at his nieces and nephews. He finds happiness in others' happiness but never his own.

Jeongguk jumps up on the counter, Johnny Walker in his right hand as Hawon runs into the kitchen. He smirks down at her before putting the bottle of alcohol behind his back. 

"Our Hawon." Her body sways as she does a little dance noticing her uncle. Jeongguk chuckles before hopping down off the island and picking her up. 

"Airplane?! Airplane, Uncle Guk!" Mirae enters not even a second later before sighing as Jeongguk throws Hawon up in the air. Her screech echoes throughout the kitchen as Jeongguk chuckles. See, this is a flint of happiness he obtains through the people around him. He can smile at the way Mirae becomes disheveled with the kids even though she has OCD and hates to be out of perfect form. He can smile at how Hawon is delighted to be with him. And yet, when he's alone the loneliness and anger gnaws at him, as if he has a constant leech on his body. Jeongguk spins around, hands grasping at Hawon's small body before putting her back on the ground. 

"Uncle Guk has to go to work. I'll see you later, hmm? We can watch that Tinkerbell movie." Hawon nods ecstatically at his promise before running out into the garden. 

"Just a ball of energy." Mirae mumbles before chasing Hawon out the kitchen door. Jeongguk smirks before grabbing the whisky and walking out of the kitchen.

The blood tainted towel falls into Guk's lap as he sits down in the wooden chair in his warehouse. The blubbering and shaking of the man in front of him makes him sigh as he kicks the chair back on its hind two legs. His feet coming to rest on the blood stained wooden table in front of him. 

"Just tell me what I want to know." His tone was not to be taken lightly as he shakes his long hair out of his face. Assessing the pained body in front of the table, he tilts his head. 

"I didn't cut your tongue out for you to talk so you'd better do so, or I'll tell my boss you bit it off instead." This is what Jeongguk was best at. Jimin's wife on many occasions has stated that she couldn't believe the cute, tattoo riddled boy in front of her was such a fierce person. But, it's what he is best at. It's all he knows and he's damn good at it. 

"You-I...Ple-Please." The voice was hoarse as if they haven't had water in days. Jeongguk taps his fingers against his leather pants before looking up at the wooden ceiling of his warehouse. 

"Not what I want to hear. I want to hear from your mouth how you got the address." All he needs is a name, that's it. 

"I have nothing else to take from you, Kyung. I took your eyes, your dick, your fingers." The man sobs hopelessly as Jeongguk looks at the blood stained bandage over the top of Kyung's head. 

"Im Junggoo." Jeongguk sighs, his hands covering his face before nodding. 

"Yeah. I was afraid you were going to say that." Jeongguk's body moves gracefully as he jumps out of the chair. He whistles to himself as he pulls his gun out from the back of his waistband. His fingers roll the silencer onto the tip of the gun before sighing as he jumps up onto the table before sitting down crossing his legs. 

"This was fun, Kyung. Let's do it again sometime." He closes one eye, aiming at Kyung's head before pulling the trigger. The body falls, twitching slightly before stilling and Jeongguk can do nothing but set down the gun on the table and watch how the blood begins to pool into the reddened dirt around him. His blood covered hands lean back behind him as he looks up at the ceiling. He was damn good at his job.

"You need to go get some relief of some kind." Jimin tells Jeongguk as he sits at his desk. Jeongguk looks over the rim of his whisky glass before furrowing his eyebrows. 

"What?" 

"Since you've stepped into this room your hands have been shaking, you have bags under your eyes and you can't stop bouncing your knee. You need to get some relief." The older man points at his knee, product of proof right in front of him that has Jeongguk rolling his eyes. 

"I'm fine." Jimin sips his coffee before leaning back in his chair, his crisp white shirt wrinkling as he does so. 

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you." Jeongguk licks at his lips before folding his hands around the whisky glass in his lap. Jimin was the closest person to him since he was young. Jimin helped him find himself, made him who he is today and Jeongguk never takes that for granted. 

"I can't sleep. She comes to see me in my dreams." He tells his best friend as he looks down at the newly purchased Persian rug that replaced the old one after Jimin's wife killed someone in the office. 

"Lee?" Jeongguk nods to his question before downing the rest of his liquor. 

"She always tells me to move on, or be happy. Like that's such a fucking easy thing to do. Like I can't remember what her fucking body looked like when we came home." Jimin swallows thicky before looking up at the ceiling. 

"I get it. Really I do." Jeongguk's chest begins to tighten as he turns his head to look at the stained glass window. 

"It's not like I have a Kitten, like you do that magically transcends me into a different plane of existence and makes me better." Jimin takes a deep breath through his nose as he sets down his coffee. 

"Watch it. Your words are getting reckless." His eyes flicker shut, his heart beating in his ears as he sees Lee painted on the back of his eyelids. 

"I can see her. She's wearing that pink dress that I bought her for Valentine's Day. Her hair was in pretty curls. I can see her smiling at me." Jeongguk chokes on his own spit as his eyes open wide before standing up and walking over to the liquor caddy. 

"Guk." Jimin whispers as the alcohol sloshes into the crystal glass. 

"I'm fine." The lie slips right past his lips as he looks up at the portrait of all the guys behind Jimin's chair. 

"Go see one of Kitten's girls. It might help." A giggle bursts through the room as Jeongguk turns to his older brother. 

"Help? They aren't therapists. They suck cock for a living." Jimin sighs before putting his hand to his forehead. Jeongguk was stubborn, he always has been and probably always will be. 

"Then go see a therapist. You're getting out of control. I saw what you did to Kyung's body. You're lashing out." 

"I was doing my fucking job." Jimin clicks his teeth as the study door opens.

Jimin's wife stands in the doorway, one hand holding their son Minseok as the other rests comfortably on her growing belly. 

"Sorry. He wants daddy." She whispers before looking at Guk. 

"We don't cut people's eyes out." Jimin responds to Jeongguk before standing up and grabbing his son from his wife's arms. 

"I got it, Kitten." She hums before her eyes take in Jeongguk's disheveled body. 

"I was just doing my fucking job. Okay?" He looks over at Jimin's wife before raising his eyebrows as she stares at him. 

"WHAT?!" He screams to her as Jimin sighs gently.

"Jeon Jeongguk-" 

"Easy, Kitten." Jeongguk's head cocks to the side as Jimin rubs at her pregnant belly. 

"Go to a therapist, Guk. I'm not asking." The silence was palpable, eyes glancing here and there from all three people in the room before Minseok whines. How would Jeongguk even be able to process his thoughts? Let alone tell them to some quack who would just nod and ask him how he feels about it? Just give him snarky remarks before writing down a prescription for some soothing meds and telling him his hour is up. "I'd rather get my cock sucked."

Jeongguk stands in front of the Beasley Hotel. His eyes reading the same scripted letters on the facade of the expensive building for the thirteenth time before sighing. Of course, Jimin's wife immediately made an appointment with one of the girls for him. She asked Jeongguk what he liked and he didn't respond to her so she just set him up with someone new. Now, of course, all the girls that worked for her and her partner Hyunah were  incredibly capable. It takes a high standard to get into the Golden Cage. But, he couldn't bring himself to want to go through with the whole ordeal. Lee constantly springs to mind every step he takes. Could he really watch a girl get undressed, suck his dick or do anything to him without feeling guilty? He can't say he could. 

This girl would probably tell Jimin's wife he didn't go through with it and there would be hell to pay. He's getting a million dollar session for free. Jeongguk steps off the curb across the street before walking to the ritzy hotel in front of him. His hand digs into his black skinny jean pocket before producing a folded piece of paper. 

732

Jeongguk takes a deep breath through his nose. Just have to get it over with, right? He steps through the revolving door before entering the hotel. He pockets his tattooed hands as people bustle about in the hotel lobby. He receives a few strange looks, this was not the sort of grandeur hotel that usually has leather clad, tattooed men just waltzing in. His hand reaches behind him making sure to feel the comfort of his gun in his waistband before relaxing. His combat boots make a dull thudding noise against the marble flooring, the sound reverberating in his ears as he approaches the front desk. 

Orchards litter the large stone desk as he leans over it, a girl in a pants suit looks up before raising an eyebrow. 

"Can I help you?" Everything about her was dripping with disdain as Jeongguk cleared his throat. 

"Yeah, I'm here to see a guest in room 732." The front desk agent clicks her teeth before looking over his top half incredulously. This was the usual hotel for Golden Cage clients. 732 was always the room people would go to. It was common knowledge for most people in the hotel to know that a guest for 732 was going to get their rocks off. 

"Mkay." The agent mumbles before picking up the phone and pressing the numbers languidly. Her eyes never leave Jeongguk's face as he looks around the hotel lobby. This place was nice, really nice. Lee would have loved to stay here. See, this is the problem. Everything is Lee. Every waking breath he has he could equate something to his dead girlfriend, for years now. Even when he sleeps, all he sees is her. Whether that be alive, dead, dismembered, you name it he's had a dream of her doing it or being there. He pokes an orchard petal as the agent lets the girl in the room know she has a visitor. His body sways back and forth awkwardly as he looks towards the elevators. 

"You can go up." Jeongguk looks back down at the agent before nodding. "Thanks."

The hallway smells expensive, like lavender and warm vanilla. The chandeliers that hang from the ceiling exude the persona of this place and Jeongguk cannot begin to process how he came to be here. He nods his head to the Lee man who guards the door. 

"Arms up." Jeongguk clears his throat before doing as told. 

"I have a gun and two knives on me." He's courteous at least to tell him. He respects the Lees, they work quick and fast and have never given the Lions a problem. Especially since Yoongi just recently got engaged to Hyunah. The Lee man hums as he pulls the gun out from behind him. Jeongguk reaches down before pulling his knives from his boots and handing them over. 

"Have fun." He says before shoving the door open for him. Jeongguk looks into the room before clearing his throat and stepping inside.

The lights were dim upon entry, white furniture beckons him forward as he looks around the room. 

"Hello?" His voice was timid as he stepped towards the bed. The gold headboard catches his attention before turning to a noise in the bathroom. 

"Hello." There you stood, a grey satin robe covering your almost naked body as you take the tall man into your sights. Jeongguk runs his fingers through his long black hair, his eyes looking over your body before looking away as if it was inappropriate. He shifts awkwardly on one foot to the other, there was something cute about it. The tall, muscular man was seemingly nervous in your presence. You smile warmly as you walk past him, his muscles tensing as your satin robe brushes against his leather jacket. 

You sit on the bed, legs crossing as you lean back on your hands. The robe inches up, your bare thighs coming into view for his eyes as he pockets his hands. 

"You can sit. You know." Jeongguk opens his mouth before giving a small laugh. 

"Yeah." You pat the spot next to you and he slowly makes his way over. He sits on the edge, his butt barely connecting with the mattress as his shoulders tense up. He stares straight ahead at the black television screen. You lazily take in his features, big doe eyes and a perfect nose. Nice pink lips and a killer jawline grace your sight as you sit up. 

"I'm Y/N." Jeongguk turns to you before bowing his head. 

"Jeongguk." You hum to him before watching how his knee bounces in anxiousness. Why did your boss tell you to give him the plus treatment if he seems like he doesn't want to be here? 

"Drink?" You ask pointing at the liquor cabinet. Jeongguk takes his hands out of his pockets only to place them on his knees, his fingertips digging into the fabric of his jeans before nodding. 

"Sure!" He springs up before crossing the expanse of the room. 

Jeongguk takes a deep breath before opening the liquor cabinet. 

"Are you a virgin?" You ask as he pours two glasses of whisky. He chuckles, a sound that blesses your ears as you tilt your head. 

"No. I'm not a virgin." He turns back around to you, his black hair falling into his eyes as he smiles. He has a pretty smile, something about it makes you feel warm. Like nothing bad could happen when it was around. You find yourself smiling back as he hands you the glass. 

"You can take your jacket off, you know. I'm not going to immediately jump your bones, unless you're into that." He snorts, a simple exhale through his nose before shrugging off his leather jacket and throwing it onto the bed. 

"Good." You say before taking a sip of the whisky. The warm liquor soothes you, a fire producing in your belly as Jeongguk side eyes you. You were beautiful, he expected as much. Jimin's wife wasn't in the business of hiring ugly women. His gaze flickers to your bare thighs once more before looking anywhere else. You catch this within a second, and notice the discomfort he begins to feel. His body turning away from you out of instinct. 

You feel pity for him, something clearly isn't right with this situation he has been brought into. You grab at the duvet cover of the bed before throwing it over your legs. 

"Better?" You ask quietly as Jeongguk notices your movement. He looks back over at you, his doe eyes widening further. 

"I'm sorry. I must be being rude." You shake your head at his statement before giving him a smile. 

"It's okay if you don't want to do anything. I understand." He makes a noise in the back of his throat that you can't decipher before turning to you. You seemed like an understanding person. You didn't strike him as a courtesan to say the least. 

"I want to. But, I can't. My brain won't let me." He taps his index finger against his temple before taking a large gulp of the whisky. His teeth grit, neck veins fluttering as he swallows the whisky. You can sense his nervousness and it really doesn't look good on this handsome man. 

"I'll be right back." You whisper before standing up and heading for the bathroom.

"I fucked up." Jeongguk whispers before closing his eyes, he could see her. He could see Lee plain as day. She was frowning, her long black hair strewn over her shoulder as she folded her arms. Jeongguk couldn't move on, he was trapped in this miserable mindset. He wasn't even sure what it would be like to not see Lee or think of Lee at every given moment. It would probably terrify him. The bathroom door opens and you emerge in a long mocha brown sweater, black leggings shield your thighs as you smile at Guk. 

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you embarrassed or anything, I-" You cut him off with the shake of your head. 

"It's alright, you didn't offend me. Takes a lot more than that to make me offended." Jeongguk nods, his shoulders relaxing slightly as you jump on the bed. Your back connects to the gold headboard as you grab your glass. 

"Might be nice to not get fucked for once." He laughs gently before turning his body to you, the way his eyes crinkle makes your heart skip a beat. He's way too handsome. His hand pushes his hair behind his pierced ear before taking a sip of his drink. 

"You can have a drink and just chill out. Or, I can leave if you want." You suggest pointing your manicured finger at the door. Jeongguk is quick to shake his head, 

"No, no. Don't go. It's nice to just...just be able to sit and drink." He wholeheartedly means it. You felt comfortable to him. Nothing about this experience felt weird or strange which was a blessing in and of itself. Jeongguk scratches at the back of his neck and you catch the branding iron you've seen a few times before with a few clients. 

"You're a Lion." Jeongguk puts his hand down before giving you a small smile. 

"Yeah. I am. I'm one of the original seven." You hum before sitting up and putting your hand under your cheek. "I heard that you guys defile women and torture men." Jeongguk gives a carefree laugh as he fully turns to you. 

"Clearly that isn't the case. I made you go put your clothes on." You giggle before sipping the whisky and tapping your fingers to your temple. His smile doesn't fade as his warm brown eyes gaze upon your face. 

"I'm sorry your boss made you take me on as a client. I'm sure it's a waste of time." 

"You're not a waste of time. Don't say that. You're actually nice, compared to most people that enter this room." Jeongguk tilts his head before sucking air through his teeth. 

"I'll kill them if you want me to. The people that aren't nice to you." His eyes gleam with playfulness as you kick back your body before giggling. 

"Is that your way of flirting?" He takes a sip, the corners of his mouth quirked upwards as he stares at you. 

"So why are you here anyway? You said my boss made me take you on. Why?" Jeongguk clears his throat as he kicks off his combat boots before sitting cross legged on the bed. Now, he's uncomfortable. He looks past you to the pearlescent night stand as he puffs out his cheeks. 

"Because I, uh, can't function. My boss says I'm getting reckless." You hum as if you have any idea what he's talking about. After the hour you've been talking and drinking, you've kind of just assumed he's an enigma. He only answers what he wants to, he looks away at any given chance to not feel something. He seems like he doesn't want to feel. You wouldn't push him, it isn't your place. And yet, there's something about him that just makes you want to give him a hug. He seems so sad. You want to make him smile and laugh, he seems like he deserves that. 

"So they thought that you getting your dick sucked would make you better?" He laughs before looking down at his lap. 

"I think so." You sigh before sitting up and putting your hand on his knee. He stiffens, his eyes look up at you before relaxing his muscles. 

"Don't worry. I'm here to talk to you, if you want. I know my main job is to spread my legs for people but I'm a good listener." Jeongguk is quick to defend your honor to yourself. 

"Don't say that. Your main job is irrelevant to me. I'm happy I could sit here and just bullshit with you for hours. I feel kinda better than before." Your smile brings one to his own face. 

"Good. I'm glad." A knock comes at the door and you both turn your heads to the noise. 

"Time." You hear through the door and you sigh before standing up. 

"That's my cue." Jeongguk opens his mouth before nodding. For the first time in forever, he wants more time. He mentally chides himself, he spent so much time looking away and not answering that he didn't even get a real chance to speak with you. He regrets that. 

"Jeongguk. Hopefully I'll see you around." You say as you grab your bag from the bathroom. 

"Me too! Thanks, Y/N." You give him that warm smile he's suddenly become fond of before leaving the room. The Lee man enters before handing Jeongguk his weaponry and bowing his head. Jeongguk lays down on the bed before closing his eyes. Lee was like a faded print behind his eyelids.

"How was she?" Jimin asks as they sit down for the meeting. Jeongguk smirks before putting his gun on the table. 

"Really nice." Jimin raises an eyebrow before folding his arms. 

"How do you know she's really nice if she had her mouth on your cock?" Jeongguk scoffs before matching his best friend's actions with folding his own arms. 

"Don't talk about her like that. She didn't need to suck my cock for me to know she's nice." Jimin's expression softens at Jeongguk's murmur. 

"Did you dream of Lee last night?" His question is point blank as the others file into the room. 

"Briefly." She had come and gone, Jeongguk for the first time in a long time didn't wake up drenched in sweat. He didn't feel compelled to tell Jimin every single detail of last night but there was one sentence that had Jimin bursting at the seams to know more. "I'd like to see her again."

Jeongguk walks down the hotel hallway, his gun and knives already in hand before handing them to the Lee man standing at the door. 

"Enjoy." Jeongguk has come to know the Lee man as Junkwon, he was nice and always escorted you. Junkwon opens the door, the lights are dim yet again. 

"Hey." Jeongguk sounds breathless as you sit in the chair by the large window, your body covered in just a beige lace bra with matching panties. You look up before covering your legs with a gasp. 

"Jeongguk! They didn't tell me it was you. I'm sorry." You say quickly grabbing your robe. Jeongguk has become really fond of this, fond of how considerate you are. How comfortable you make him feel when you're around just being yourself. 

"Don't worry." He says as you stand up. His eyes drink you in, your skin looking soft as butter in the dim lighting. 

"Let me go change." Jeongguk hums to you before licking his lips. He wasn't nervous or afraid to look at you, he didn't hate himself for it. Because, it was you. You rush off to the bathroom as Jeongguk walks over to the liquor cabinet. His eyes flutter closed and for once his eyelids were just black. No Lee. No smile. No frown. Nothing. He stumbles backwards as he gasps before his eyes open wide. 

"Lee?" He calls gently before closing his eyes again. There was nothing. And, this is what he was most afraid of. His tattooed hand grasps the wooden counter of the bar before choking on his own spit. 

"Jeongguk? You okay?" You ask as his legs shake. 

"She-I...I don't-'' He shuts his eyes once more before a ball begins to form in his throat, it's form ever expanding as his knuckles turn white from clasping the table so hard. 

"She left me." He whispers before opening his eyes and looking at you. 

"Hey." You whisper calmly to him, your feet taking ginger steps towards him as he whimpers. 

"She left me!" There was a small sob before a large one. His innocent eyes glossing over with tears as he grabs at his black t-shirt above his heart. 

"Jeongguk. Sit down." You say putting your hand on his arm gently. He rips his arm away from your grasp before faltering as he knocks the whisky bottle onto the floor. 

"Hey!" The concern in your voice reaches his ears as he falls into the seat you were previously sat in. His eyes were like a wild animals, flitting here and there while trying to grasp onto a thought. 

"Jeongguk. Do you need me to call my boss?" Jeongguk gasps as he leans back in his seat. 

"Don't! Don't do that." You could see his hairline beginning to sweat as you crouch down in front of him. 

"I think you're having a panic attack. Just take a deep breath. In through your nose and out through your mouth." You've had a few panic attacks in your time. It wasn't always cushy like it is now to work in this industry. 

Jeongguk takes a deep breath, his body visibly shaking as he stares down at you. 

“Just focus on something, let your mind begin to process.” You whisper running your thumb comfortingly over his bare knee through the cuts in his jeans. Jeongguk groans as he feels dizziness encumbering his mind, but he couldn’t close his eyes for fear that she wouldn’t be there. His eyes fall to your hand on his knee, he focuses on how soothing your thumb feels. How soft and delicate the touch you’re giving him is. You give him a small smile, eyebrows still knit with concern as he looks back up at you. 

“What color is my shirt?” You ask him quietly before pulling at the fabric. 

“Purple.” He whispers before taking a deep breath into his lungs as if his body was finally allowing him to breathe again. 

“Good.” Then there was silence for a while besides Guk’s heavy breathing. That was alright with you, as long as he felt better. He has only come three times before this and each time he came things were slowly becoming more relaxing. 

You would talk for long hours, sipping on whatever alcohol you decided on at the start of the session. You would laugh with each other, listen to how Jeongguk’s day went. You told him things you enjoy too like the beach and going to the seaside to fish with your dad. He told you about his nieces and nephews last time and it warmed your heart to see him smiling so widely when he talked about them. He was always happy talking about others but never about himself, you noticed. He never mentioned women or anything of that nature and that was okay with you too. Everything was very relaxing when you were with each other, like nothing else even mattered outside of this hotel room. Jeongguk flexes his fingers realizing they were numb only seconds ago. 

“I-I’m sorry.” He mumbles before putting his hands over his face, his palms becoming drenched in sweat as he leans back into the chair. 

“Nothing to apologize for.” His fast beating heart begins to slow as he lets out an exhale. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask gently before standing up. Jeongguk looks up at you as he moves his hands away before clearing his throat. 

“Sit on my lap.” He whispers and you gasp gently. 

“What?” He’s never asked something like this before. 

“Sit on me.” You look at him hesitantly before slowly sitting down on his thick thighs. His strong arms wrap around your figure, his arms interlocking with each other as he lets out a slow breath. You sit still, eyeing him wearily as he looks up at you nervously. 

“Okay.” He mumbles before slowly closing his eyes. The back of his eyelids were still black. He sighs deflated before letting you go. 

“You can get up.” You stand up off of him before tilting your head. 

“I have to go.” He whispers before standing, his eyes don’t look towards you again as he rushes to the door. “Jeongguk!” He was gone.

He had you sit on him to see if Lee would come back, but she didn’t that night. He went to sleep without a single dream. His unconscious mind reveling in the back wasteland of dreamspace. But, she did come back when he was black out drunk. He would have conversations with her as he lay sloped up against the wall of his room. 

“Don’t fucking l-look at me like that, babe.” He slurs to Lee as she sits in the chair across from his bed. 

“Koo, you have to let me go.” Jeongguk laughs loudly, the whisky in the bottle he holds sloshes around as he shakes. 

“Let you go?! You left me!” Lee sits silently, hands on her knees as her black hair falls in rivets over her shoulder. 

“I didn’t choose to leave you.” Jeongguk scoffs before gulping down the alcohol. 

“I’m not talking about when you fucking died, baby. I’m talking about when I went to see Y/N.” Lee’s lips press into a hard line as she leans back in the armchair. 

“Because you don’t need me when Y/N is there. She can take good care of you.” 

“YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT KNOWING WHAT I NEED?!” Jeongguk’s voice is a sharp, loud cry as he widens his drunken eyes at his dead girlfriend. He scoffs before holding the liquor bottle close to his body as he folds his legs underneath him. There was a quick knock at his door before the door went flying open. 

“What’re you screaming about at three o’clock in the morning?” Hoseok asks his younger brother before noticing just how drunk Jeongguk is. The way his body is slumped over against his headboard, black hair in his eyes so he could barely see. 

“Guk.” Hoseok mutters before stepping inside and shutting the door so as to not disturb anyone. Jeongguk didn’t realize he was crying until now, tears rolled off his jawline before leaving dark wet spots on his light grey sweatpants. Hoseok takes a seat where Lee was just sitting before looking at the drunk younger man. 

“She fucking left me. Y’know? I go see Y/N, what, four fucking times and Lee just abandons me.” Hoseok gives a gentle sigh before running his hands through his hair. 

“Maybe she left you because that’s healthy and you need healthiness.” Jeongguk laughs before taking another swig of whisky. 

“That’s what she said.” He mumbles, his tone warped with pain as he slams his head into the iron bed frame. Hoseok leans forward before grabbing the bottle of liquor and putting it on the floor. 

“This isn’t healthy. You’re a mess. If it helped you so much to see Y/N, you should go back and see her.” You probably hate him after seeing him at his weakest. 

“No. I don’t want to see her again.” He was afraid, afraid to be at such peace with you. Afraid to be able to smile.

Jeongguk sits at the meeting table. His feet up on the table as Jimin’s wife slaps him upside the head. 

“Just bought the table, feet down.” She mumbles before pulling on her cigarette. He mutters an apology her way as the rest of the guys enter the metal room. Namjoon enters with a cheery smile, his dimples deep as he pulls his gun out before presenting it on the table. 

“Oh! Jaebeom went to go see Y/N, thanks for the suggestion.” Jeongguk takes a deep breath before taking his feel off the table and staring at the t.v. screen above him. 

“She’s pretty, no?” Jimin’s wife asks as Jeongguk’s knee begins to bounce. 

“That’s what he says. He also says, she has a nice mouth for sucking cock.” 

“Stop it.” Jeongguk mumbles loud enough for Namjoon to hear drawing his attention to the younger member. Was this jealousy burning through his veins at a quick pace? He wasn’t even sure what the emotion was that filled him, but anger accompanied it. If it wasn’t for the black tattoos on his neck, it would surely be beet red. 

“You went to see her too, right Guk?! Man, I’m fucking telling you, Jae says those tits she has-” Jeongguk pulls his gun out of the back of his pants before aiming it at his older brother. 

“I said stop. Don’t fucking talk about her!” 

“WHOA!” Jimin yells upon entering as Namjoon holds his hands up, backing his chair up into the corner of the room. 

“Don’t fucking go tell anyone to see her! Tell him don’t look at her! Don’t touch her! Don’t you dare!” Jeongguk yells as he cocks the gun. 

“Easy, Guk. Easy.” Jimin whispers before stepping in front of Jeongguk’s gun. 

“Just because it’s her job doesn’t mean she likes it. When she was younger, she wanted to be a painter but no one would accept her into their colleges. Do you know that? She likes to go to the beach to feel the sand between her toes because it keeps her grounded. And, you have the fucking audacity to talk about her fucking dick sucking skills?! She isn’t someone you can easily talk about like this! She’s a fucking person! With feelings! She was there for me when I had a fucking panic attack. She took care of me. Don’t fucking talk about her!” Jimin slowly waves his hands as Jeongguk begins to foam at the sides of his mouth. 

“Alright. Jaebeom or anyone else here won’t go and see her. You have my word. Put the gun down.” Jimin was being gentle with him, Jeongguk recognizes his tone of voice as his wife rubs at Guk’s upper back. Jeongguk uncocks the gun before clearing his throat and leaving the room without another word. 

Jeongguk stares at the bloody dirt of his warehouse, for once his warehouse was empty. It was dead quiet, you could hear a pin drop. He had left the mansion for a few days, just sleeping in the back of his car while he stayed out here. His mind was fucking him over, this much was certain. He left you in that hotel room and he felt guilty about it. He also felt guilty about feeling the need to have Lee around him when she wasn’t even on this plane of existence anymore. More than anything, he can’t help but think about your smile. How warm it is, how comforting it feels to have his eyes on you smiling widely. He remembers how soft your skin looks, how he would have been okay with you staying in that little amount of clothing before his panic attack. He remembers how soothing your thumb was on his skin. Jeongguk sighs before looking up at the wooden rafters of the ceiling. 

“Koo.” His breathing stops as he closes his eyes. 

“Lee.” 

“Why don’t you go and see her?” Jeongguk’s eyes begin to burn, he sniffles before pulling up his black hood and looking at his dead girlfriend. 

“I can’t.” A broken sob rips through his chest as he hangs his head low. 

“She probably misses you, you can’t be locked up in your own head anymore. I’m gone.” Jeongguk wails loudly putting his hands over his face. 

“I know. I’m just so afraid for you to leave.” 

“I’ll always be with you, in your heart. In your memories. But, it’s time to move on. You like her, I know you do. It’s okay to like someone else that isn’t me, Koo.” He scoffs as he pulls down his sleeves to make sweater paws. His sleeves meet his eyes as he sobs. 

“She probably fucking hates me. I left her there all alone.” 

“Look at me.” Jeongguk timidly lifts his head, his hands pushing his hair out of the way as he sniffles. Lee was in front of the table looking down at him.

“You deserve to be happy, Koo. You deserve to smile. You deserve to feel no awkwardness or fear.” He whimpers at Lee’s words as his bottom lip quivers. 

“Go and be happy. She makes you feel better.” 

“What am I going to do without you?” He asks, his voice cracking as he holds his arms out to her. 

“You’re going to smile.”  In an instant, she was gone. Lee’s form fades away in a sudden breeze that chills Jeongguk to the bone. He shivers before closing his eyes and swallowing. She wasn’t there either. 

“Lee?!” No answer but the sounds of birds chirping outside the warehouse. Jeongguk buries his face in his lap before taking a deep breath. Lee left him, after all these years. She just disappeared, to prove that Jeongguk didn’t need her anymore. He didn’t need to depend on her when you were around. He smiled and laughed, he felt relief. Felt at home. He clears his throat before pulling out his almost dead cell phone from his back pocket. He scrolls through his contacts before putting his forehead to the lip of the table as the phone rings. “Jina. Is Y/N working?”

Jeongguk steps out of the elevator on the seventh floor before looking down at Junkwon. 

“She’s with someone.” He tells Jeongguk as he walks towards 732. 

“Open the door.” His voice is brisk as he stares at the three gold numbers that hang on the door. He could hear moaning inside the room before cracking his neck. 

“I can’t Jeongguk, I’m sorry.” Jeongguk sighs before pulling out his wallet and pulling out a few hundred bucks. 

“Go away.” 

“You can’t just-” Jeongguk shoves the money into Junkwon’s semi-open hand before pulling out his gun. 

“Go away.” Junkwon counts the money before sighing and walking down the hallway. 

“Don’t hurt her.” Junkwon calls to Guk as he rings for the elevator. 

“Never.” Jeongguk shoves the door open. He takes you into his sights, you were on your knees jerking off some random guy. You looked bored and unamused before looking over and gasping. Jeongguk points his gun to the guy. 

“Get out.” “Jeongguk!” Jeongguk walks over, cocking his gun before grabbing your robe and throwing it at you. 

“You heard me? Get out.” The man scoffs before standing up and pulling up his boxers. 

“Hey man! I paid a lot of money for this!” You haphazardly put the robe on before stepping away from your client. 

“Jina will pay you back. Get out. I’m asking nicely.” You look up at Jeongguk, his black hair is fixed behind his ears. His domineering persona was something you’ve never seen before and you can’t say it didn’t intrigue you as you lean against the wooden table. 

“Okay! Okay! I’m going. Shit.” Jeongguk watches as the man fumbles to get his pants up from around his ankles. His eyebrow raises as the guy looks at you before stepping in front of your small figure. 

“Don’t fucking look at her. Get out. Now.” The man grabs his dress shirt before running out the hotel room door and slamming it behind him. Jeongguk uncocks his gun before putting it in the back of his pants. 

“Hi?” You say before sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

“Hi.” Jeongguk whispers before sitting down next to you. You sigh before looking at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in the way his black hoodie was two times too big for him. It was endearing. 

“Feel better?” You ask quietly as Jeongguk closes his eyes. 

“I do now.” You hum playfully before laying back on the bed. 

“That was hot.” You tell him as he turns towards you. He snorts before laying down beside you. 

“What was hot?” 

“Defending my honor like I don’t do this for a living.” Jeongguk chuckles openly before turning on his side to look at you. His warm brown eyes bore into yours before fingering at the white duvet cover. 

“I’m sorry I left that day.” How could you hold a grudge against him when he looks like this. His big doe eyes gazing into yours only shows how guilty he actually feels about it. 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

“Yes, I do.” His answer surprises you, he normally says no or looks away quite quickly. 

“Oh! Okay! Let me put some clothes on!” You go to sit up and Jeongguk’s arm cages you down onto the bed. 

“No, stay.” You take a deep inhale before turning on your side to face him. “Alright.”

Jeongguk gives you a small smile, the corners of his mouth quirk up as he stares at you. 

“You’re very beautiful.” Your cheeks heat up pink at his compliment, he's always looked at you like you were pretty but he's never said a thing before. 

"Thank you. You too." Jeongguk chuckles before laying his head down on the pillow. He clears his throat before taking off his sweater and throwing it elsewhere. His white tank top reveals all of his tattoos up to his chest and you can't help but look at the tasteful designs he has printed on himself. They look great on his honey colored skin. 

"I don't want to keep running away from you anymore. I like you. I just have some...undealt with issues." He takes some time before completing his sentence but you stay quiet as if to tell him to keep going if he chooses to do so. 

"Do you like me?" He asks, tilting his head into the pillow. 

"I do." You tell him honestly, making him smile. 

"Okay, good." You giggle at his beaming smile before he looks off past you. 

"Don't get...I don't know weirded out when I tell you my story." You nod to him before putting your arm under the pillow getting comfortable. He was different now, he was uncertain, sure. But, he was nervous or anxious to look at you. He wasn't fidgety and making himself uncomfortable, he was just him. And, it's really nice to see that. 

"Years ago I had a girlfriend-" Jeongguk clears his throat before sitting up suddenly, "-her name was Lee. I loved her, a lot. She was the first person I fell in love with. Um…" He looks down at his legs as he rubs his hands over his sweatpants. You put your hand on his knee before sitting up, your head tilts to the side as you watch him struggle to swallow. 

"Fuck. Fuck! Sorry." You shake your head as he takes a deep breath. 

"So, yeah, I loved her and she lived in the house I live in with my crew. One day I came home and called out for her and she wasn't answering me. Me and my boss, Jimin, he's been my best friend since we were younger. We ran upstairs and there were little drops of blood on the floor." You close your eyes as Jeongguk clears his throat again before squinting. 

"She was dead. In our room. Another gang had killed her and did stuff to her body." You put your hand over your mouth as he struggles to go on. 

"That was a long time ago, but she stayed with me. Like, a ghost. I would see her every night in my dreams and when I closed my eyes. She was always there. And, it started to get out of hand. I was drinking a lot and I was very angry. Guilty. I was so guilty. Y'know? What if I got home just ten minutes or twenty minutes before I did. What would have happened? It ate me alive, then I would see her and feel this fucking weight pushing down my goddamn chest every second of the fucking day. Everyone around me was getting married and falling in love and I was stuck in this sick little fucking sand glass that kept flipping over when the last piece of sand was about to fall." Jeongguk sighs loudly before looking at you, his hand grabs your wrist before pulling it away from your eyes. 

"But, then. I met you. And, I really liked you because you made me feel comfortable and I didn't feel like this anxious wreck anymore. But, I got scared because before you Lee was painted on the back of my eyelids every second of the day. After I met you she started to fade. Then she left me completely, that was the day I had the panic attack. I felt frightened because she wasn't with me anymore and I-I was so used to it that it made me terrified. I felt guilty that I pushed her away or something. But, I felt even more guilty that I might have pushed you away. That I fucked up my chance for you to like me when I left you that day. Lee was a big part of me that left because you made me feel safe. You make me feel comfortable. And I-I really l-like you. I want to get to know you and not have to feel guilty or worried anymore. I just want to be able to be myself and smile again. You make me smile." 

Jeongguk presses his lips together after he's done talking and he notices how glossy your eyes have become during his talk. You nod to him before giving him a small smile. You lean forward before enveloping him in a hug, he feels his body relax and he didn't even know that he was tense. His arms snake around you before hugging you back. You could feel how fast his heart is beating through his chest as he holds you tightly. 

"You make me smile, too." Warmth starts to seep through him, starting at his heart and spreading through his limbs as he holds you close. Jeongguk pulls back before brushing some stray wisps of hair behind your ear. 

"I'm going to kiss you." You nod at his chivalry before closing your eyes. He takes this moment to look over your features, how soft and angelic you look in this lighting. He thumbs his finger over your bottom lip before leaning in and kissing you slowly.

His kiss was soft and sensual. A small jolt of electricity runs through you as he places one hand to the back of your neck. You would never have assumed this drop dead handsome man could kiss like this. His tongue licks over your bottom lip and it produces a fire in your belly. 

A gasp emits from you, mouth opening as your nerve endings tingle. Jeongguk takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His tongue, tasting and caressing every inch of you before mingling your tongue with him. His hand pulls you closer, his instinct to have you close makes you mewl as you grab onto his tattooed arms. He pulls away, only to take large breaths to fill his lungs before diving back in. His hands find your hips before flipping you onto him. 

His back hits the mattress with a thud as you lean down to smother him with more kisses. His large hands trail downward. The feel of satin wraps him in a cloud of pure pleasure as his hands come to rest on your ass cheeks. He groans into your mouth and the sound is so intoxicating that you feel your core seeping with liquid pleasure. 

"You're so fucking gorgeous." He whispers as you kiss down his neck, your teeth gently biting at his smooth skin. Jeongguk's hips buck upwards as his eyes close. Behind his eyes all he can see is you, the image of you above him is a welcome sight photographed onto the back of his lids. You tug at his shirt and it brings him back to reality as he opens his eyes. He sits up only to tug off the white article of clothing. Your eyes marvel at his tattooed chest, the way the planes of his eight pack highlight each tattoo perfectly. Jeongguk grabs at the robe belt before pulling it undone. He takes a sharp inhale of breath before looking up at your eyes. 

"Are you sure?" You ask quickly, his blown out pupils shake as he chuckles. "Kiss me, baby." 

You can do nothing but oblige as his hands begin to trail over your bare thighs. His fingertips knead at your skin as he sits up. You wrap your legs around his waist before feeling how hard he is underneath you. A gentle mewl leaves your lips as he kisses down your neck with heated fervor. 

"Feel how hard my cock is for you?" Your arms wrap around his neck as your head lolls back. Jeongguk playfully nips at your bust line before groaning as you thrust your hips to his. 

"I'm going to cum in my pants if you keep doing that." 

"You feel so hard." Jeongguk smiles against your skin before kissing at your cheek. 

"All for you, baby." This was serious whiplash. You could never have expected this. Jeongguk flips you over with ease, his thick thighs pining you underneath him as his lips lazily traipse down your chest. 

His hand snakes underneath you before taking a moment to unhook your bra. It was clumsy but he was determined to do it with one hand. 

"It's been a while." His admission makes you giggle as he finally unhooks your bra. Jeongguk groans as he throws your bra onto the floor. Your nipples become stiff at his longing stare. 

"Fuck." His warm lips envelope one, his tongue flicking at the sensitive skin as you whimper out his name. Something possessive flits across his gaze as he stares up at you. His fingers trail your thighs before swiping up your soaked panties. You could feel how they stick to you, almost embarrassing soaked. 

"Say that again, baby. Say my name again." He rubs your clit through your underwear. The silken fabric feels amazing against your sensitive nub as you moan out. 

"Jeongguk." He hums before bending down and pecking your lips. 

"That's right. That's who you belong to now. And, I don't share." Is he telling you to quit your job? You don't have much time to dwell on it, though as his fingers hook into the sides of your panties before peeling them off of you. The cool air of the room berates your sodden cunt as your skin produces goosebumps. 

"Look how wet you are, baby. Soaked." His voice is that of wonder as he spreads your legs wide. His tongue licks at his lips as if he's seen a feast in a great banquet. 

"Please." You whimper as he bows his body down. 

"What do you want?" His lips kiss at your pubic bone, teasingly slow kisses litter your skin and upper thighs as he intertwines both of your hands locking them to your sides. 

"I want you to touch me." Jeongguk looks up at you, his black hair beginning to stick to his forehead as he smirks. 

"Want me to touch you like everyone else that comes in this room? You think you deserve it, baby?" You wiggle your hips, trying to thrust them towards him. 

Your cunt was aching, a dull pounding reverberates through your lower half as you bite your bottom lip. "Your pussy is soaked and I haven't even started. What does that say about you?" You gasp as he kisses your clit. 

"Jaebeom was in this room not too long ago. You remember him? He touched your pretty little pussy I bet. You think you deserve my touch?" Jeongguk gives a flat swipe with his tongue to your pussy, your body sags into the bed as he pulls away. 

"Fuck, you taste good." 

"I'll be good! Please!" Jeongguk chuckles before suckling at your pussy lips. 

"Please, Daddy." His tongue gives two quick licks to your clit before blowing on your pussy. Your cunt quivers and throbs as the ache begins to drive you insane. 

"Please, Daddy! Please!" Your hands are squeezing his so tightly, he wonders where you get the strength from for it. "Good girl." 

His lips suckle at your clit, his teeth rake gently against the sensitive nub as you moan loudly for him. He hums in agreement as you lift your hips to buck up into him wanting to feel more. He lets your hands go only to push your hips back down into the bed. 

"You taste fucking good, baby girl." He relishes in how fucked out you look already and he hasn't even made you cum yet. He was good at this sort of thing, this sexual torture. He revels in it. 

"Fuck!" Jeongguk smirks before teasing your entrance. His finger slowly enters you as your head falls back. 

"Nuh uh. Watch me. Watch me eat your pussy so well." You whimper, fingers gripping at his black hair as he curls his finger inside of you. 

"Jeongguk!" He likes when you call his name so he takes pity on you and adds a second finger. Your walls begin to flutter, your orgasm approaching at a high speed. 

"I-I'm gonna cum!" He pulls away as you whine out. 

"Tell me what you're mine and that you won't share and I'll let you cum." 

"What?!" You pull at his head but he doesn't budge. 

"Tell Daddy that you're his and his only." He enters his two fingers into you again. Slowly pumping them in as your clit throbs. 

"Daddy, please! I w-want to cum!" Jeongguk hums before spitting on your pussy. 

"That's not what I want to hear." You keen for him as he soothes your clit with a gentle suckle. 

"I'm yours, Daddy! Yours only." Jeongguk sits up before looking at you with passive eyes.

"Yeah, you are and you better remember that, baby girl." You moan loudly as he begins to flick quickly at your clit. His fingers fucking into you so fast it almost knocks the wind out of your lungs. His fingers curl, finding that one spot inside of you that has you melting into the bed. Your orgasm comes back and full throttle as you whinge. 

"Daddy, please! I'm going to cum." Jeongguk moans as he feels your walls coax him. 

"Cum for me." As if he has given you the right to do so, you orgasm for him. Your eyes fill with spots as your thigh tremble with pleasure. 

"Good girl." He pulls away from your clit, his fingers slowing as you come down from your high. You looked gloriously fucked out before him, thighs and cunt still twitching as you lick at your swollen, kissed lips. He pulls his fingers out of you and you mewl at the loss before lifting your head. "We aren't done here. I'll fill your needy cunt, baby girl. Don't worry about that." 

Jeongguk stands up tall, his hands pulling down his sweatpants as you sit up on your elbows. His cock springs out, slapping his stomach and smearing it with precum that seems to be oozing like a never ending waterfall. His tip was an angry red as he strokes at his long length. Okay, you knew he was hard before but this, this is impressive. He had the length and the girth that has your mouth watering as you look up at him through your lashes. He chuckles at your surprise before sitting up on the bed, back resting against the headboard. His hand lazily strokes his cock before tilting his head at you. 

"Come suck on Daddy's cock." You're quick to scramble in front of him, your body falling between his open legs as he stares down at you. He nods his head simply before letting his cock go. 

"No hands." He says as you go to grasp him. You lean down, swirling your tongue around the tip earning a sigh from him as he grasps your hair into a makeshift ponytail. 

"Suck Daddy's cock better than you did Namjoon hyungs." With pleasure. You swirl your tongue around the base before bobbing your head up and down with quick movements. 

"Oh fuck." Jeongguk's teeth clench as he watches your cheeks hollow out. You gag on his cock, spittle and tears streaming down your face as you look up at him. 

"That's a good girl. Choking on my big cock like some cum slut." You whimper against him, his eyes falling between your legs as your arousal and cum drip down your thighs. 

"This is the only cock you'll be sucking so you better take good care of it." You moan against him and Jeongguk's eyes flutter shut. You gag on him once more and he taps at your throat. 

"Take it in." You whimper quietly before relaxing your throat for him. Wanting to do nothing but please him as he looks back down at you. You nestle your nose against his bare pubic bone earnings a hum from Guk. 

"Good girl, baby." He tugs at your hair gently, testing the waters only to be rewarded with a whine. 

"Mmm. Fuck. You like that? Like being pulled like a little fucking rag doll? Hmm?" He pulls harder and you moan against him, the reverberation has his cock thrusting gently into your throat. 

"You're so fucking pretty choking on my cock like this." He pulls your head up, before pushing it back down on his member. His toes curling in pleasure as he groans. 

He does this a few more times gently before beginning to thrust into your throat. "Fuck! That's it! Take this cock baby girl. No one else gets to fuck this throat but Daddy. You hear me?" You moan for him as his cock begins to throb. 

"I'm going to cum down your throat and you're going to swallow and show me that you're a good little girl that can follow instructions." You grab at his thighs as he puts his hand around your throat, squeezing gentle as he feels his cock pumping in and out of you. That's all he needs before he's groaning loudly. 

"Oh Y/N, shit! I'm cumming!" The way he moans your name has you fueled with desire, you greedily guzzle his cum as he streams ropes down your throat. 

"Fuck, baby! Fuck." Jeongguk gasps, his head lolling back as he eases up on your head. You pull off of him before showing him your empty mouth. He hums before wrinkling his nose and leaning up to kiss you. 

"Good." He lays you down before twirling his finger. "Get going." 

You flip over, face down and ass up as Jeongguk slaps your ass. "Who do you belong to?" You moan as he soothes the rub, "You, Daddy." Jeongguk kisses down your back before spanking you again.

"That's right. Good girl." You whimper as his slaps get stronger. 

"You let Namjoon hyung cum in your pussy?" His question sounds rhetorical but you answer him anyway. 

"No Daddy, everyone uses condoms." Jeongguk hums at the information before running his cock through your soaked lips. You moan gently burying your face on the mattress. 

"Does Daddy have to use a condom? Is baby girl on birth control?" 

"Yes, Daddy. I want you to fill me, show me I'm yours." Jeongguk takes a sharp breath between his teeth before smiling. 

"Aren't you just a perfect little girl, hmm?" You smile at his praise before rubbing your pussy on his cock. Jeongguk groans before stilling your hips.

“Be good, don’t make me punish you. I just became your boyfriend, don’t make me scare you off.” You laugh at his comment and he chuckles in response before bending over you and kissing you softly. He prods the weeping head of his cock to your entrance before slowly pushing in.

Your mouth opens with a groan as he stretches you, “Thank Daddy for his big cock.” You whimper as Jeongguk buries himself to the hilt. Your cunt begins to accommodate the intrusion by relaxing on him. 

“Thank you Daddy.” He moans gently, his fingers gripping at your hips so hard you know you’ll bruise by tomorrow morning. But, fuck if it doesn’t feel good. He pulls out, his eyes marveling at how sodden his cock has become with your arousal before thrusting back in slowly. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet on Daddy’s cock. Jesus Fucking Christ.” You moan loudly, your fingers gripping at the white sheets as you spread your knees wider wanting more. Jeongguk thrusts harder, his power would send you up the bed if he didn’t have such a tight grasp on you. 

“So tight on me, baby girl. Like your pussy was made for me.” Your eyes roll back as he begins to bulldoze inside of you. Your thighs quake at the pleasure as Jeongguk wraps his hand around the back of your neck pulling your body back onto his cock. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. Such a cum hungry slut.” You moan loudly, as he picks your body up to press flush against his chest. His fingers toy with your nipples, plucking and rolling the stiff peaks between his fingertips as he suckles harshly on your neck. He paints your neck with pretty red and pink patches before burying his forehead in the crook of your neck. 

“Mine. All mine.” 

“Yes, Daddy! Yours! Fuck! Your cock feels so good!” This angle is perfect for your pleasure as the bulbous head of his cock brushes against your g-spot. 

“Yeah? Shit, you feel good on Daddy’s cock, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna cum in your little pussy and claim what’s his.”  His words goad you on to your next orgasm as his fingers open your pussy lips before rubbing at your soaked clit. You sob loudly, head lolling back on his shoulder as he clasps his arm around your waist holding you in place as he fucks you to his liking. 

“Such a pretty little thing getting fucked right open. You’re going to take my cum nice and deep. Hmm? Walk around with my cum running down your legs so everyone knows who you belong to?” You grip at his hair as you feel your second orgasm approaching. 

“Yes. Fuck! Yes! I want people to see you drip down my legs.” Jeongguk lets out an almost inhuman groan as he kisses across your jawline. Your pussy begins to flutter around him, the action making his cock throb. 

“Daddy, gonna cum. Can I?” Jeongguk could fucking die right now and he’d be pleased. 

“Cum on my cock baby. You deserve it.” You moan loudly, ears ringing as you orgasm. Your cum coats the bed and Jeongguk can only choke on a moan as he looks down. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Christ.” Your cunt begins to milk him in the aftershock of your orgasm, Jeongguk’s grip on you tightens as he moans. 

“I’m cumming. Fuck. Take it like a good girl. Take it deep.” He gasps loudly before stilling inside of you, his warm seed filling you as he gives a few more short thrusts before gripping you tightly and falling onto the bed.

You giggle before closing your eyes as he kisses the back of your head. “Turn and smile for me.” You raise an eyebrow before turning with a genuine smile. 

“I love that. You’re so beautiful when you smile.” He wrinkles his nose once more before kissing you gently. His teeth gently nipping at your bottom lip lovingly before sighing. Jeongguk pulls out of you before looking down at the mess your pussy makes as his cum floods out. 

“Fuck, look at that.” He murmurs before smirking. You lay on your back, eyes taking in his tattoo riddled body before smiling. Who knew the nervous man you met a while ago would turn into this. Jeongguk stands with a before hearing feet outside the door. He’s quick to grab his gun from the floor and cock it at the door as you raise an eyebrow. 

“Who?!” Jeongguk yells walking over to the liquor cabinet, his eyes still trained on the door. 

“Junkwon.” 

“Fuck off.” Jeongguk calls back before uncocking his gun and putting it on the wooden table. 

“You’re kinda hot Jeon Jeongguk.” You tell him as you sit up against the headboard. He gives a whole hearted laugh, his back muscles tensing and releasing as he pours two glasses of whisky. 

“You’re kinda hot too, baby.” He turns back to you, eyes glued to your cum laden pussy before pointing at you. 

“I meant what I said. You’re mine. No one else's.” You sigh gently before closing your legs. 

“This is my job.” Jeongguk clicks his teeth before walking the expanse of the floor and handing you the whisky glass. 

“We’ll find you something else to do. Jimin’s wife was supposed to be a maid and look where she is now. She can teach you how to be a vixen like she is.” Jeongguk presses his lips to your temple before pulling your naked body to his. You ponder this for a second, you had told him before you never wanted to do this but it paid well. And, you trust him enough to not lead you down the wrong path. “Alright.”

You stand with Jeongguk in his bedroom, his eyes flitting to the green dress he bought Lee that many years ago on the day she was murdered. 

"You don't have to do this, you know. I understand." You whisper to your fiance as you hug his broad back. His hand rubs comforting strokes at your arms around his waist before turning to you. 

"Yes, I do. I've moved on. I'm happy. We've been together for two years. It's time for this to go." You look over at the dress before looking up into his doe eyes. Although one is black and bruised from a fight he got into not long ago because someone looked at you too sexually they still had this innocent look to them. A look that melts your heart as he opens up your bedroom door. He holds his hand out and you take it without a second thought. He leads you down the hallway and down the staircase as you both pass Jimin's wife. 

"What're you doing?" She asks, raising an eyebrow as Jeongguk balls up the green dress. 

"Tying up loose ends." She hums in confusion before shrugging. 

"Have fun, meeting in thirty minutes. Y/N, I expect you to be there." 

"Yes ma'am!" You call back to her as Jeongguk continues to pull you. 

Jeongguk wraps his arm around your waist as you walk out into the garden. Your feet feel the green blades of grass underfoot as you walk out to the firepit behind the row of rose bushes. Jeongguk looks up at the orange sky before sighing. 

"Baby-" He throws the dress into the pit without another word before grabbing a book of matches from his pants pocket. He lights a match before throwing it into the fire pit and looking at you. 

"I love you, baby girl." 

"I love you, too." He sits down on the stone bench before patting his thighs. You sit on him sideways, your arms wrapping around his neck as he leans his cheek against your breast. He watches the green fabric blacken as it scorches to nothingness. He was finally happy, he was finally safe within the confines of someone's heart and he couldn't ask for anything more. He rocks you gently as you run your fingers through his hair. Lee never came back to visit him. Not in his dreams or anywhere else. But, he didn't need her to, he found his own happiness.

[negansgirl-fplover]

chapter 6 Jessica vs arat

summary:   Jessica fights arat and we see how she met Negan for the first time

WARNING: this chapter contains bullying and mentions of killing yourself.

"hey jess are you ready to kick arats ass and impress me "Negan says as he  comes into the bedroom while pouring himself a glass of whisky as he offers me a glass, I honestly needed it because today is going to be quite a day , it kind of makes me think back to meeting Negan

FLASHBACK,  meeting Negan

Today is my first day at a new school im honestly terrified I hate starting a new school feel like everyone is judging me , I just hate the fact that I know nobody and I find it really hard to make friends because im not really the type of person who can go up to someone and make a conversation without them coming up to me first because I am quite shy

I head to the office to get my schedule looks like I have gym first with coach Negan, im going to head there early and get ready don't want to be late on my first day

I head inside the gym I don't need to get changed because I've already got sporty clothes on , im wearing leggings and baggy t shirt with spare clothes in my bag for after

"Hi you must be the new girl, been expecting you today im coach Negan" , I look up amazed at how hot my teacher is dam , he was a wearing a black t shirt , black jeans, with a leather jacket and it looked amazing on him, his beared looked perfect , he had a gorgeous smile I was honestly in a trance completely distracted until he started waving his hand in front of my face breaking me out of my trance

" hello , are you okay darling " I look up into his gorgeous eyes still admiring how insanely hot he looks

" ah yes sir, im sorry I erm just got a bit distracted that's all" Negan started laughing and it was the cutest thing ever " and may I ask what was distracting you "  Negan says as I started to panic trying to figure out an excuse and  my heart started beating really fast,  I could barely think.

" relax darling , im just messing you , by the way im not an idiot you don't need to tell me , I know you were checking me out " as he winks , shit I must have been looking at him for too long oh crap

" no I...I..I erm wasn't , I wouldn't do that sir" as I look down trying not to look him in the eye , but Negan lightly grabs my chin forcing me to look at him

" its fine darling you can check me out any damn time you like, I don't mind" as he winks at me again,  I got lost into his eyes again until everyone else came inside

"listen up everyone , today we are going to be running laps on the track , I will not tolerate any laziness everyone will try there absolute best , got to get you assholes in shape before we do anything else , also we have a new student please make her feel welcome , lets move out

I head out with everyone else and start running around the track until I see Negan running next to me " hey darling was rude of me to not ask your name since you know mine" Negan says and I stop running to look at Negan " right, im Jessica " as I shake his hand " what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" did I hear that right did he just call me beautiful

I look away and sprint away wanting to get away because he makes me feel very nervous, I need to control myself

After gym I have a nice hot shower , getting changed into fresh, clean clothes and head out to my next class until a bump a group of guys and a few girls

" well if it isn't the new girl , doesn't surprise me that you have no friends , I mean look at you who in the right mind would want to be seen with you" all his friends start to laugh while making fun of me, my eyes start to stream full of tears " hahahah doesn't take much for you to cry, look at that guys , do us all a favour and kill yourself " before I know it one of the girls punches me in the face and I fall backwards hitting my face on the field as they start to kick me in the ribs over and over not seeming like they would stop

I start to scream for them to stop before I know it someone pulls them off me, I see them punch a few in the face and threaten the rest, I am in too much pain to even move

He crouches down to my level looking at my wounds  "hey ......hey jess its okay I got you no one will ever hurt you again"

"negan" but before I can say anything else I pass out

I wake up looking into negan's worried eyes

" hey darling while you were passed out I sorted out the wounds on your face cleaned the wounds so they wouldn't get infected I bandaged them up, how are you feeling" negan says looking very concerned

I try to sit up on my own, but negan helps me sit up " Im hurting really bad"

" I'm really  sorry for what happened to you , you didn't deserve that , let's' take a look at how bad your ribs look" Negan says with a lot of emotion which surprises me 

He lifts up my t shirt showing badly bruised ribs " ok this looks really bad, im gonna bandage these up but you need to go to the doctor to check that everything is fine , promise me, Negan says pleading for me to agree, i can't say no to that face 

" I promise don't worry, negan i've never been so scared before” i start to get emotional and tears start pouring down my face 

“ I didn't think the pain would ever stop "i say almost breaking down as  he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his body " I will protect you darling " negan says reassuring me 

" Jess I cannot stand bullies and I really hate what happened to you , it broke my heart seeing you like that" as he tightly squeezes me into a hug as i lean against him feeling safe 

" could you teach me how to fight , I just need to be prepared if anything like that happens again because you can't always be around to protect me what if they corner me " i plead with him hoping that he will agree, as he turns me so I am facing him with a serious look " I don't feel good about this but I want you to be safe so let's do it, i'll teach some fun extra stuff as well darling, but we wait until you are fully healed first”

The next week I found out it was just bruised ribs , but I didn't go to school for 2 weeks while healing negan managed to sort that out , I rested for an extra week before starting to train with negan , we met at his house

The next few months I would go home with negan everyday and even on weekends we would have dinner watch tv , as well as train

He taught me a bit of jujitsu , I learnt how to do an armbar and a rear naked choke , as well as blocking punches and doing  takedowns , I learnt all kinds of different punches and blocks , we even did some sparing but he went a bit easy on me of course

He also taught me archery and how to fire a gun.

                                    back to present time

" im ready to fight now Negan that's do this"  i say confidently as we make our way to where we were fighting and arat was already there ready to fight

" alright this is a knockout fight, no killing alright “ as negan smirks at me , “whenever you ready girls " negan says

We both start circling around each other , arat makes the first move and  goes for a punch but I manage to block her strike as well as sweeping her leg causing her to fall hard , I mount her , strike her face repeatedly, she manages to sweep me over so that she is now on top and manages to land 5 punches to my face as well as elbowing me in the ribs, as she goes for another punch i flip her over so that i am back on top before grabbing onto her arm going for a armbar , I raise my hips up and pull her arm back, after 10 seconds I fell her arm break as she screams out in pain, I let go knowing I need to knock her out to finish this fight , she comes towards me but I push her bad arm and she lets out a loud scream from the pain and i use that opening to  throw a hard punch knocking her out cold, i look up and smirk at negan 

Before I know it I hear clapping from negan himself as well as the whole sanctuary,  he picks me up and gives me a big hug squeezes tightly he looked so happy " I know you could do it, im so proud of you, guess my training paid off” negan says looking extremely proud.

“ well that does it , doctor sort arat out" negan orders the doctor and  grabs my hand while still looking at me with a proud look" welcome to the saviors darling"

“you earned it sweetheart” as he brings me in for a big hug