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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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The Devil Within ~ MYG [Request]

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GENRE: ANGST! ANGST! ANGST! For a little lightness...ANGST! This is an angst fic, filled with arsehole Yoongi acts

PAIRING: Arsehole Yoongi x Maid!Reader

A/N: Just as a warning this is an ANGST fic, I’ve spoken with the person that requested it and they wanted a ANGST ending which means no happy ending and no part 2’s

The longer you sat in the waiting room the longer you began to grow self-conscious of yourself, there were two beautiful blonde receptionists with their eyes trained on you as you nervously pulled at the skirt you were wearing. At first, you thought you were imagining things, they couldn't have been staring at you but it turned out they were. Looking you up and down in disgust as they mumbled to one another, you tried not to overthink it since you were wearing the same clothes as them only less polished. While their clothes were freshly washed, pressed and ironed yours were worn for the sixth time that week and it was only a Wednesday afternoon but you'd made sure they were clean before wearing it all. Instead of paying them attention, you tried to keep your mind on the interview. Going over everything in your head that you knew the lady you were meeting with was going to ask you. The number of interviews that you had been to you could have set up a business giving people interview techniques for a living but it wasn't a stable job like this one was. A small office job within a huge company like this was no big deal, or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of anyway. BigHit were one of the largest companies in Seoul and here you were applying for a job to work in their financial department something that you had never done before.

You'd gotten so lost in your own thought's you hadn't heard a squeaky door opening to reveal a man standing there in a grey suit, he glanced up from a folder and around the empty waiting room.

"Miss Y/l/n?" You glanced up when you heard a male voice calling out your name, you stared over at the balding man that was smiling at you he looked as though he was going to be nice but you were expecting someone else. It wasn't the woman you had arranged to meet with, or if it was she was in desperate need of updating her image on the website you applied on. As soon as he realised he had your full attention he pointed at the office behind him that he had just emerged from,

"Right this way," He told you as he walked back into what you were assuming was his office, you slowly raised from the chair and brushed your skirt off before beginning to walk. Tripping over your own feet and stumbling into the reception desk making the two girls laugh at you together. They didn't even try to mask that they were laughing at you as they continued to stare, waiting to see if you would do anything else. The heat in your body began to rise in embarrassment but you brushed it off trying to act as though you weren't bothered by their laughter and you headed into the room.

As you walked into the room you tried not to let the shocked gasp leave your throat as you looked around the room, it looked more like a study in some penthouse apartment instead of somebodies office. There was large floor to ceilings windows giving a huge view of Seoul, a large mahogany desk directly in front of the windows with a large leather office chair on one side and two red leather chairs on the other.

"Please, take a seat and we can start talking with one another," The man said as he sat down on his chair, opening your folder to look over everything you'd brought with you. Copies of your grades, work experience, references and other things potentially bosses needed to see from you.

"I'm Sejin, you were supposed to meet with my assistant today but I managed to make the meeting instead." He told you as he glanced up at you, putting his hands together on the desk as he made direct eye contact with you. This was slightly different from the other interviews that you had been to before, the others were far more relaxed. You would be given a beverage or something before he headed straight into the interview questions,

"I suppose we should start with the hardest question, Why do you want to work for BigHit?" The question you'd been dreading but had prepared for all at once. It was the number one question that everyone hated to be asked. The thought of telling a complete stranger the truth about why you needed this job was embarrassing so you'd come up with a better idea instead.

"I wanted to branch out, expand my experiences in the business world and work for one of the best entertainment companies in Seoul," The truth was you'd been fired. Your old company was going into liquidation and fired you after no longer being able to afford your pay salary anymore resulting in you relying on your roommates for help. The last four months you'd been searching for jobs high and low, willing to do whatever it took to make sure you could keep the apartment you shared but it appeared as though the world was out to get you. No one was hiring and your roommates were going to kick you out if you didn't get a job soon.

"That sounds like a smart move, branching out can be fun. What made you think of joining our financial team?" He stared back down at your folder and his brows pressed together in confusion as he read over your experience,

"I don't see any finance training or experience on your records. In fact, you were in admin before." The truth was that this was the only job that BigHit had advertised and you applied for it without even looking too much into it, you figured you would get training or learn as you went along and a job was a job a the end of the day no matter what you had to do.

"I needed to learn something new, a new skill." You lied with a convincing smile on your face but it was as if Sejin could see right through you, he simply shut your folder and sighed to himself. Rubbing the bridge of his nose as he realised he was going to have to deliver some upsetting news to you,

"Miss Y/l/n, as much as I would love to take on someone with your enthusiasm, it wouldn't be worth it in the long run. We would have to train you from the bottom up," Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach as you realised he was telling you that you didn't get the job, he had a blank expression across his face as he sighed at you once again.

"I'm sure you'll be able to find something new somewhere else or you can keep checking our website for something similar to your old job-"

"No! Please, sir...I'll do anything, I'll work as a bin cleaner, I'll be your assistant, I'll clean the bathrooms, a bathroom attendant, damn it. I'll be a maid please, I just- I need a job...Any job," Sejin let out a sad sigh as he heard the desperation in your voice and the look on your face as you pleaded with him to take a chance on you. Your eyes were glossed over as it looked like you were about to cry in front of him, he could tell there was something going on in your life that made you this upset but he couldn't take the chance.

"I can't, there's nothing I can offer you...I'm sorry," He looked upset that he couldn't give you what you so clearly needed but if he gave a job to every person that begged him or gave him a sob story he would have lost his job years ago.

"I'll keep you on the list if anything comes up," He promised as you got up from the chair, bowing to him before turning to leave the office. He watched you leaving, biting down on his lip as he flicked your folder open again, going over everything you had to offer including all of your work experience that was on the side. Maybe if there was something in the building he didn't know about he could put your name and number forward for it, help you get the job you so clearly needed. He stared down at your experience and smiled to himself as he saw what he needed to see. After leaving university you'd been a maid for five years before working for your previous company, he chewed on the inside of his lip before grabbing the phone from his desk and calling his assistant. The phone rang for a couple of seconds before she finally picked it up on the other end,

"Maria...Are the boys still looking for a maid?"

Later that night you were in your bedroom of your apartment packing up your clothes after your roommates said it was the final straw, asking you to leave as soon as you could.

"I'm sorry about everything, you know we would let you stay if we could afford it," Sana said as she came into the room with two full glasses of red wine in her hand, it was a peace offering since she couldn't convince the other girls to let you stay. Sana was one of the girls you'd bonded closer with over your time in the apartment, the other girls were nice but you weren't as close to them as you were with Sana.

"You guys need the rent, I understand." You took the glass from her, drinking half of it before carefully placing it down and going back to packing while she sat down on the floor at the base of your bed. The sooner everything was in boxes the sooner it would all be taken care of, you weren't sure where you were going to go since going back to your parents wasn't the best idea in the world.

"What did the interviewer say anyway? She looked like a bitch on her image," Sana hissed as she tried to make you feel better but you sighed knowing that nothing she could say or do would make you smile right now. You began folding up one of your dresses and placed it into a cardboard box as you shook your head, remembering that it wasn't the original woman you'd gone to see.

"It was a man, Sejin, he just said I wasn't qualified enough...Then I begged for a different job and I was still told no." She bit down on her lip at the thought of you begging for a job, she'd tried to get you a job at her office but they were already filled up.

"I'm sure something will come along, everything happens for a reason," That was the way Sana was in life, she was always trying to look on the brighter side of things and normally you would agree with her but lately it just felt as though the whole world was against you. Laughing whenever you failed at something or intentionally getting your hopes up for nothing, making you jump through hoops only to throw a hole underneath you to make you fall into it.

"It is, what it is." You mumbled before downing the rest of the wine and then letting out a disgusted hiss as you got hit by a nasty aftertaste, it was the worst wine you'd ever tasted.

"Well, I'm going to order-" Sana stopped speaking about food when your phone began to ring, it was almost 10 pm, who would be calling you this late? The two of you stared over at the phone with wide eyes as it continued to ring loudly, you were both shocked that it was ringing since everyone you knew was in the apartment. Picking your phone up from the box you saw that it was a private number and Sana smiled to herself quietly getting up from the floor. She showed you that her fingers were crossed as she nodded at you to answer it,

"Answer it. I'll go order dinner." The door to your room shut and you took a couple of deep breaths before answering the call, trying not to overthink it. It could have just been a cold caller or some pervert with your number,

"Hello, Y/n speaking." Your nails dug into the palm of your hand as you realised how stupid you sounded to the other person on the phone but you tried to keep yourself calm.

"Hello this is Sejin, we met earlier about the Financial Admin job," A glimmer of hope sparked in your chest as you recognised his voice, you hoped he was calling to offer you the job after all but you knew you couldn't sound hopeful about it so you acted as though you may have forgotten something in his office.

"Yes Sir, I remember. Did I forget something at your office?" He chuckled softly at you as he bit down on his lip, he was still in his office staring down at your folder along with some other contracts that he had at the ready. After speaking with his clients and remembering how badly you needed a job he knew you would be the perfect one for the job he had to offer. Everyone else before you had either quit not long after starting it couldn't take the job in the first place.

"No, nothing. I was just calling to see if you were interested in another job we have to offer. It's not an admin job but-"

"I'll take it," You said rather quickly as you cut him off midsentence, he let out a breathy chuckle as you cut him off.

"I'm impressed by your enthusiasm but I think we should speak in the morning about it. If you still want it after hearing what it is, you can start working right away." You began thanking him over and over again while jumping up and down on the spot hoping he couldn't hear through his end of the call.

"Thank you so much, sir, you won't regret this." You told him as you looked at Sana in your doorway, a giant grin plastered across her face as she saw how happy you were, she'd heard the jumping from just outside the door and wanted to see what you were excited about.

"I'm sure I won't. I'll see you tomorrow morning Miss Y/l/n, bright and early." He told you in a warning tone before hanging up, you let out a high-pitched squeal while jumping up and down once again. Sana rushing over to you, holding your hands as she joined in on the celebratory jumping giggling with you.

"You got the job?!" She yelled out at you while you nodded at her,

"Kind of, they've offered me a different job but with the same company. I have to go and see him tomorrow to talk things out. He said if I still want it after finding out what it is then I can have it," She stopped jumping as she stared at you with a serious expression on her face, her seriousness made you stop jumping and you frowned at her, wondering what was wrong.

"What if it's some kind of pervert job...Like he wants to pay you for sex or...be his "personal assistant,"," She put up air quotations and you shook your head at her slapping her hands down as she continued to use air quotations followed by rude hand gestures.

"Don't be disgusting, he's like five times my age and he's married...Besides...A job is a job," You wiggled your eyebrows jokingly which caused her to slap your arm playfully and you both went back to celebrating your new job, jumping up and down on the spot.

"Good thing I ordered pizza!" She called out as she kissed your cheeks softly,

"Tonight we celebrate! My roommate doesn't have to move out!" She sang out of tune while making a b-line for the door of your room to tell the others the good news. But before she disappeared she stood in the doorway once again,

"I told you that everything happens for a reason, things are finally starting to look up." Winking at you playfully she left the room, yelling out that you were going to get to stay longer and you collapsed down onto the bed. Smiling up at the ceiling at the thought of your new job, wondering what it could have possibly been and why he thought you wouldn't take it after speaking with him about it tomorrow.

The next morning you'd raced down to the BigHit building so you could get there for opening hours, Sejin said early but he didn't give you a specific time so you just assumed he meant as early as possible. You'd made no attempt to get breakfast, your appetite had gone out of the window after the pizza you had the night before, you'd been too busy going over everything in your head as you thought about what this job could be. Mumbling could be heard from the other side of the room and that was because of the two receptionists sitting there once again as they stared at you, talking to one another as they made it clear it was you they were speaking about. It was as if they didn't care. You had the same outfit on as yesterday but you didn't worry what they thought of you, you'd gotten next to no sleep last night all you worried about was what Sejin thought of you and what was the job he was going to give you. The door to his office opened and he was standing there in a black suit this time,

"Mina, Amber you can go on your break," Sejin said as he stared at them not appreciating the fact that they were laughing at you while they were supposed to be working, they glanced over at him then t you in silence before leaving the room.

"If you'd like to come into my office." Anxiety began to bubble up in your stomach as you remembered what Sana had said the night before about him paying you for sex and how he had just sent out the only two workers in the immediate area.

"Have a seat," He said again as he walked behind the door of the office, pouring you both a glass of water before joining you at the desk. This time instead of your folder being on the desk there were seven other folders spaced out with initials written on them. Alongside that, there were some contracts that looked very important with different sticky notes poking out of the sides of them.

"I won't beat around the bush, I'll tell you what the job is and then we will talk business." He gently placed a glass of water down in front of you before sitting down across from you like he had done the day previous,

"You said you were willing to do any job, is that statement still true?" You nodded with an unsure look on your face that made Sejin laugh softly to himself,

"Don't look so worried...I've been looking for a maid for one of our groups for a while. Of course, there will be a lot of contracts and rules you'll have to abide by but if you're willing the job is all yours," Relief washed over you as you realised he wasn't going to make you sleep with him for money but just clean, cleaning was the easiest thing in the world to do.

"Of course, What rules will there be?" He nodded his head as he pushed the contract forward, it has to have been around two-hundred or more pages long but you stared at it.

"Every rule is in there, I can't tell you anything about the group until you've signed the NDA's." You nodded and he smiled as you pulled out some reading glasses from your bag,

"You can read up everything you like, I'll get someone to make us a hot drink and I'll be here if you have any questions at all." He reassured you with a smile, going to his laptop while you made yourself busy with the contracts that were in front of you. Everything looked so professional and serious, you could expect less from a company such as BigHit but it did make you wonder who you would be working with.

There was so much to sign on each page that by the time you had finished your hand was cramping up and it was getting dark outside. You'd taken breaks throughout the day to have something to eat, speak with Sejin and talk about any changes that needed to be made but everything was perfectly fine with the contract. Signed and dated on every document that needed to be dealt with.

"Now that you've signed those I can tell you who you will be working for, what your job will entail and what they expect from you." Sejin slid the seven folders over to you as he smiled nervously, it looked as though he was unsure about you taking this job but you didn't care who it was as long as it paid and it paid very well.

"I suggest taking those home to look over since starting Monday you'll be working for the boys." The boys? You glanced up from the folder from Sejin to the initials on each folder once again, KSJ, MYG, JHS, KNJ, PJM, KTH and JJK. It made your heart pound as you realised who it was you were going to be working for and Sejin could read you like a book,

"Their preferences for how they like their rooms being done is in their folders. I'll have you a keycard made for Monday morning and I'll take you to meet them myself. They can be daunting at first but they're lovely, I promise." You nodded along with him and he smiled as you collected the folders together,

"I would suggest packing a bag, you'll be staying with the boys. You'll have your own apartment but you're expected to be on call for them whenever they may need your assistance.

"Oh...Living with them? Isn't that a little extreme?" You remembered skimming over your holiday days in the contract but you'd been in such a rush to sign it all and make sure you had a job you hadn't even taken notice of living with a band.

"It's all a necessary part of the job, it'll be like having roommates, I'm sure you and the boys will get along just fine," He told you as he got up from his desk, ready to see you out of the door for the night.

"As I said, go over every detail in their personal folders. It'll tell you what they do and don't like in their rooms, what they want you to clean and things like that." You nodded trying to keep yourself under control as you headed into the reception area, it was empty since it was almost 8 at night.

"Do you need a ride home? I'm sure I can drop you off..." You shook your head, thanking him anyway as you headed out of the office building taking in the cold air and trying to clear your head from the spinning it was experiencing.

It was four in the morning and you were still reading through all of the folders that you had for each of the members of BTS, all of them wanting specific things for their bedrooms but never being too over the top with anything. All of them except for Yoongi that was, while the other boys just wanted you to do basic cleaning of their room every day and changing their sheets once a week it appeared as though Yoongi wanted more than that.

The bedroom must be :

Cleaned every day, nothing moved out of place unless specifically asked to be moved and told where it is placed.

New sheets every three days made with the covers folded at the top. A blanket at the bottom of the bed and pillows fluffed properly.

Hovering the floor once a day, mopping the floor once a day

Dusted over everything once a day, making sure the computer and pianos are cleaned properly without streaks on the buttons or screens

The bedroom must smell like specific aftershave that I will provide

At first, you didn't know if it was to be taken seriously or not, all of the guys were portrayed as these super nice guys but now it seemed as though Yoongi was demanding and wanted to treat you as someone who would wait on him, hand and foot.

"Is he serious?" You mumbled to yourself as you poured another mug of coffee for yourself, staring over the words again and again. The others just wanted basic cleaning in their rooms but the rest of the dorms/building was where you were needed most. Doing everything you would have expected to do on a cleaning job but this was outrageous even for a celebrity.

Monday morning you'd made it your mission to talk to Sejin about everything Yoongi had down in his chart, wondering if it was some kind of joke or if it was serious.

"It's serious, he has a strict way he likes his room," Was all he had told you earlier in the day and now you were making your way into the building where the dorms where.

"The boys are on the 5th and 6th floor. You'll have your own room on the 7th." He explained as he pushed a card into the elevator slot and clicked on the floor he needed, hanging you the card when he was through with it. Your name was on the front of it along with the BigHit logo,

"Don't lose it, you won't be able to get a replacement." He said as he continued going up to the 5th floor with you, standing in silence as you went up on the different floors.

"Have they had maids before me?" You were curious to know why the boys didn't have a maid until now and if they had maids before what had happened to them.

"They did, they all quit without reason. You're the first one they've had in about six months. They've been in need of one for a while," He laughed nervously as he turned to look at you, this didn't make you feel any better. Quit without reason? What did that even mean?

"The boys are all at work except for Jimin and Jungkook, they don't have projects that they're working on so they'll give you a tour of the dorms." You stepped out on the fifth floor to be greeted by a large living space, the lift opened straight into it. An open area with a kitchen off to the side and then down the hall were some rooms that seemed to be locked off.

"Jungkook? Jimin?!" Sejin called out as he dropped keys down onto the counter and waited for the members to come to him, a door slammed from down the hall and Jimin appeared with a smile on his face.

"You must be Y/n!" He said in a happy tone, shaking your hand as you smiled at him.

"Nice to meet-" You stopped talking when you heard running coming from the other side of you, Jungkook was standing there sweating.

"I was just working out when I heard Manager Sejin, it's nice to meet you Y/n." He bowed to you so you bowed back smiling as he turned to Sejin.

"We'll give her the tour, you can leave her in trusted hands," Sejin laughed sarcastically before turning to look at you.

"You have my number in case of emergencies, remember the rules and I guess this is it. I'll bring over your copies of the contracts later." He waved goodbye before getting into the elevator, leaving you with the boys in uncomfortable silence as you stared at one another.

"So...The tour?" You suggested, trying not to make everything more awkward but Jungkook clapped his hands together.

"I'll shower, Jimin show her where everything is on this floor and then we'll head upstairs." You smiled as he rushed off leaving you with Jimin who was still smiling at you,

"You can relax, we know there are a lot of rules but honestly they're easy to follow and we're easy-going." He assured you as he pointed over at the hallway he had appeared from,

"This floor is basically everything you already see. The living room, kitchen and dining area and then these doors lead to different rooms." He began taking you down the hallway, all of the walls were painted the same white colour making it look bigger than it probably was and the doors were all a light brown colour.

"This is the cleaning supply room, BigHit keep it stocked so you won't have to go out and do that but everything you'll need is in here." The door opened and inside were three walls of shelves, stacked with every cleaning supply you thought someone could ever need.

"Then the next room is the laundry room. There's a washing machine, dryer and an ironing board if we ever need it," He closed the cleaning closet and opened the next door, this one was larger than the other. You could stand inside this room with the door closed and still freely move around unlike the cleaning closest which looked as though it could barely hold a mouse inside of it.

"The only other rooms on this floor are the bathroom which is right there," He pointed over his shoulder at another identical door and then down the hall where Jungkook had vanished to,

"The gym. You won't have to worry about cleaning the gym. They have a professional come and do that...All you have to wash in there would be the towels and they're kept in a basket outside of the door." You wondered how you were going to remember all of this but you nodded along with what Jimin was saying and as if he could read your mind he smiled,

"Relax...Trust me, it'll just feel like you're living with some brothers and you'll do it like second nature. Taehyung and I normally do a lot of the cleaning anyway since we're used to it now. You don't have to worry about doing our rooms," It was a relief to know that you weren't going to have to do all six bedrooms every day along with Yoongi's room which was going to take up a lot of your time anyway.

"The second floor awaits," Jungkook said as the elevator doors opened to reveal him standing there, his hair was thrown into a man-bun and he was in fresh clothes.

"The sixth floor is basically just all of our bedrooms with en-suites then one main bathroom on the end," Jimin explained as you all got into the lift together, Jungkook tried to make conversation with you unlike how Sejin let you ride in silence.

After the tour was given to you by the boys they let you go up to your room to chill for a little while, wanting you to get relaxed in your room and unpack. The room you had was a huge bedroom with a small kitchen area to yourself, nothing much. One counter with a small mini-fridge and a kettle for yourself, then there was a joint bathroom to your room with a large corner bathtub, shower and toilet.

"You're starting to clean now?" You heard Jimin asked as he came down the hall to you, you'd brought down the washing from outside of the gym and began loading the machine. The boys each used the laundry-shoot so their clothes were already in the laundry room whenever you needed them to be done.

"I figured I could get a head start, I'll do the washing and then clean up the kitchen after you've all eaten." With Jimin conversation felt easy, you didn't feel awkward around him and it was as if the conversation just naturally flowed between the two of you.

"After we've eaten dinner? You're eating too, you can eat with us." He chuckled softly as he noticed how your eyes had grown wide at the thought of eating with the rest of the guys.

"It'll be a good way to break the ice and get to know us all better. As I said, it'll be like having brothers around you," He nudged your side before winking playfully and heading out of the room leaving you speechless as you started the machine up. Having all of the boys treat you like a sister would be nice and make your job a lot easier,

"Y/n? Wanna play a game for a while? I need someone to beat this level with me," Jungkook asked as he heard you coming out of the laundry room and back into the living room,

"Sure...What are you playing?" You questioned as you walked over to the sofa, sitting down beside him as he handed you one of the Nintendo Switch controllers.

"Smash Brothers, prepare to lose!"

Dinner with the boys had been insightful to what you had to look forward to, Namjoon had brought Thai take-out home with him and you all sat around the table getting to know one another. They apologised for Yoongi not being there but he was working on things at the studio and would probably be home later than the rest of them, or that was how it was most nights. You'd gotten to know each of them and they'd gotten to know you more since all they'd known so far was everything Sejin had told them.

"He said you really needed the job, what happened?" Jungkook asked as he helped you put the dishes away from dinner, you looked at him not knowing if you should tell him the truth or lie but there was something about his eyes that just made you want to tell him everything.

"My job before this went into liquidation and my roommates were going to kick me out unless I found something new...BigHit was my last chance before I would have been on the streets." You admitted as you closed the cupboard, Jungkook was staring at you with wide eyes. He'd figured you just really wanted to work for the entertainment company and that was why you'd been so desperate, he hadn't expected that.

"Going home?" He questioned but you rubbed your arms while shaking your head,

"Not really an option, my parents weren't that great and I didn't want to go home to them with no job...But now I have a job so it's great." You admitted with a smile on your face, thanking Jungkook even though he hadn't been the one to hire you.

"Glad to help, you should get some rest." He told you as he looked over at the time, it was almost midnight and he was crashing soon.

"I'll head up to bed soon, I'm just going to sort the laundry out." You admitted as you disappeared down the hall to the laundry room.

By the time you were done figuring out whose clothes were whose it was almost 1:30 am and the elevator dinged to let you know someone was on the fifth floor, you poked your head out to see if it was one of the boys who couldn't sleep but you saw Yoongi standing there instead. You froze. Yoongi was the one person you hadn't been introduced to yet and it was the early hours of the morning, he looked pissed off so you weren't going to go bounding over to him with a smile and introduction. Backing back into the room you wondered what to do with yourself, looking at the piles of clothes and then back at the now-closed door.

Yoongi had seen you already when you poked your head out of the door but he didn't bother saying anything, he walked into the kitchen grabbing some food and a bottle of water before heading up to his room for the night. Too tired to introduce himself to you and stick with the pleasantries when he knew you would quit within a matter of time just like all of the other maids the boys had had. It was just a matter of when and why. All of them quit eventually, either not being able to hack the jobs the boys had or because they were far too lazy to do anything the boys needed them to do. Yoongi was sick of getting to know new maid after new maid only for them to up and leave within a matter of days or weeks so he decided he wasn't going to bother getting to know you. He didn't see the point in maids anyway when he and the boys could look after themselves, it was nothing but a person getting in their way around the house and why should they have to deal with that? It was why he always gave such a long list of demands in his part of the contract, he wanted it to be off putting to the maids that would think about working for them. Who would honestly put themselves through this just for some money?

The first two weeks of working for the boys had been going brilliantly, you'd been getting along great with all the boys but you'd grown a close friendship with Jimin and Jin who would regularly help you around the dorms when they had days off or spend time with you whenever you had nothing to do which wasn't very often. Most of your days were filled with doing Yoongi's bedroom and the others in the mornings and then the rest of the day was filled with hovering and mopping each floor, dusting every room on each floor of the house. Cleaning each of the bathrooms, sometimes more than once a day if the boys had been messy. Clothes were always piling up on you since they were seven boys each of them wearing different sets every day sometimes more than one set a day so you were constantly doing the laundry. Except for today, today was your day off and you'd gone home to your apartment to visit Sana telling her about your job. Although you couldn't tell her who you were working for you told her that it was a lot of fun, even if it was a little white lie.

Working for the boys was fun but working for Yoongi wasn't, as time had passed at the dorms you couldn't help but feel Yoongi had it out for you. At first, you thought it was all in your head since he was such a nice guy but as more time passed you began to realise it wasn't. He would always give you daunting tasks to do, piling more and more on top of them as if you were his personal assistant. Just yesterday he had you building a brand new bookcase for his room, only to tell you that he didn't like it and asked you to take it back to the store for him. Yoongi was always making sure you were the one doing basic tasks for him around the house as well, testing his food for him, buying him things from the store when no one else would go for him or doing things a personal assistant would do. When it first started happening it wasn't so bad but as time passed you realised the tasks were getting worse and worse as if he was testing you on purpose and he was. When Yoongi realised you weren't going to quit as easily as the other maids had done he'd decided to turn things into his own mind game wanting to see just how far he could push you before you quit. Pushing you as far as he could before you would snap, it was more fun than watching you do the housework anyway. None of the other boys knew about his plan, of course, he could see how much they liked you already which only made him hate you more.

You were his new source of entertainment and he was coming up with different ways he could push your buttons and see if he could break you. Today was the first in many tests he was doing that would affect your work, when you'd finished separating all the colours in the laundry room he "accidentally" broke a plate in the kitchen to grab your attention. Whilst you were cleaning up the glass he snuck a red top between the whites and hoped you wouldn't notice until it was too late. Then all he had to do was sit back and wait for the timer to finish.

"Hey Y/n, I was wondering if you were done with-" Hoseok stopped speaking when he walked into the laundry room to find you holding his white shirt that was now stained a bright pink colour. Panic flooded your body as you saw that it was now a completely different colour than it was when it went into the washing machine. Your heart was practically trying to leap out of your chest and run out of the building,

"I-I didn't do it, I must not have seen whatever dyed it inside of the machine Hoseok. I'm so sorry," Your voice cracked as you looked at Hoseok, you couldn't tell if he was mad about the shirt but you were scared. The shirt looked as though it cost more than you were ever being paid and it wasn't as though you could just run out and buy him a brand new top when it was that expensive. Yoongi smirked from the sofa as he heard the panic in your voice show up, he glanced over his shoulder to look at Hoseok who had his back towards him he wanted to see what would happen when Hoseok got mad at you. Hoseok was the calmest one out of the boys so if he kicked off at you it was surely enough to make you rethink working for them.

"I love it," Hoseok called out, taking the pink shirt from your hands and holding it up to his chest as if he was modelling it without trying it on.

"What?" Yoongi mumbled to himself as he watched Hoseok smile brightly turning around and posing in front of you.

"No one has a pink version of this designer top, it makes it all the more special." Relief washed over you as he walked away from you, your heart calmed down you went back into the machine pulling out a red shirt that must have dyed the rest of the washing but you knew you'd separated everything, you checked four times before starting the machine.

Week by week and day by day things went wrong for you all of the time, it was like the apartment was haunted and throwing mean tricks at you. It started with the boy's laundry all being dyed at least four times a week which was stressing you out to the point where you wouldn't leave the laundry room until it the washing machine had finished its cycle. Yoongi hated that you were starting to take precautions with everything so he had to step up his game, making his room messier and messier every night so you would have to spend more of your time in there than anywhere else in the dorms but nothing was working. He was going about it all wrong and he realised it now. Stepping things up to the next level he began to "accidentally" break things around the apartment, glasses, mirrors, plates...Anything that he could break and make it look like an accident would be broken but it still wasn't enough. It felt as though nothing Yoongi could and would do would be enough so he started to take your sleep away from you in any way that he could, starting with late-night food runs.

"Y/n?" You turned around while you were half asleep to see Jimin staring at you, he was dressed in Chimmy Pj's and holding a glass of milk when he stepped into the elevator to see you there. It was almost 2 in the morning and he couldn't think of a logical reason for you to be awake when he was sure you'd been up since 3 am the day before.

"Where have you been?" All you did was hold up a bag of what looked like warm food and hummed tiredly, resting your head on the wall of the lift as you waited for it to start moving again,

"Yoongi wanted something to eat but the delivery driver wouldn't deliver it here so he asked me to get it," Jimin frowned even more as he heard that Yoongi told you to get him something to eat when they were all perfectly capable of getting their own food for themselves.

"Why didn't-"

"He's in the middle of a song, I didn't want him to lose his groove," Jimin sighed as he watched you get out on the sixth floor and began to tiredly stumble your way over to Yoongi's room knocking on the door for a second before a tired Yoongi opened the door, snatched the food from you and headed inside.

"Goodnight Jimin," You mumbled as you headed past him once again, into the elevator but Jimin was still shocked at the action from his Hyung.

Eventually, Yoongi got bored of watching you push yourself past not sleeping and running on maybe one or two hours of sleep a night and decided to move on from that tactic, instead he was going to try a more direct approach to things. Face you head on.

"Why do you work for us?" You froze when you heard a voice come from behind you, you thought the dorms were empty for the day but Yoongi was standing directly behind you.

"Because I need a job..." You backed away from him, he never spoke to you unless he was after something or one of the boys asked him to talk to you. Even then the conversation was blunt and straight to the point, this time you could sense he was up to something and it didn't sit right with you.

"I mean why...Did you think we would all start sleeping with you if you worked for us?" You dropped a mug onto the floor as the words left his mouth,

"Because we wouldn't, we wouldn't go near someone as poor and pathetic as you," Each word seemed to cut you deeper than the last and you just stared at him wondering what you ever did to make him this spiteful towards you.

"Or did you think you could sell stories about us to the press? We've had that one before too," He scoffed remembering one of the maids that tried to sell a fabricated story to the media, the boys all had stories that they gave to each maid for testing them. If the story was ever attempted to be leaked they would know exactly who did it and that maid would be sued,

"Why would I sell stories about you? I earn enough here," You mumbled as you began sweeping up the bits of broken glass from the floor, making a mental note to replace Jungkook's Bakugou mug the next time you went out shopping.

"You earn enough? It doesn't look like it, look at what you wear," He stared you up and down and it felt as though someone had just pulled a rug out from underneath you. Where was all of this coming from? Why was he suddenly attacking your appearance and personality out of nowhere when he had no idea who you were as a person.

"You're nothing but a no-good maid who should just quit, we don't need you or want you here," You ignored him as you went back to washing up the dishes but this only seemed to anger Yoongi more, he hated being ignored.

"Are you that fucking poor you'll put up with the constant breaking of items around the house? You'll put up with me dying all of the clothes just to see if it'll piss the boys off?" He laughed loudly as he watched you, your whole body tensed giving away that you were uncomfortable or something he had said was the truth,

"You're poor?" He scoffed once again as he laughed looking you up and down,

"I mean no wonder. I think that's the sixth day in a row you've worn that shirt and those pants together. Filthy." He spat at you, his tone laced with venom as he gave you a disgusted look as if you were nothing more than something he had just stepped in but you counted to ten inside of your head trying to stay calm.

"You've been dying the clothes? Why?" He hated that you were asking him about something so calmly, he stared at you waiting for the anger to come but it never did.

"Why aren't you pissed?!" You ignored his question as you drained the water from the sink, trying to walk away from him but he took your wrist in his grasp forcing you to look up at him.

"Can you go and make my bed, I don't like the way it's been made today." You stared at him in disbelief, he'd already had you remake the bed four times that morning.

"I already-"

"Is that backtalk? I might have to talk to Sejin about the way the staff speak to us," You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded at him.

"I'll go and make the bed-"

"I want fresh sheets but I want that bedding. Wash it and have it dried before I get into bed tonight," He ordered as he cut you off mid-sentence, you nodded at him in silence heading up to the bedrooms and you wanted to scream out in anger at him. Reminding yourself that you needed the job and you needed the money.

Months went by but the mind games with Yoongi continued to grow and get worse, he had basically turned you into his personal assistant as well as a maid for the boys. You were lucky if you got two hours of sleep a night on the things he had you doing, just dumb things that no one would ever think of doing he wanted you to do. Polishing each of the awards, cleaning the bathroom downstairs and then making sure all of the cupboards in the kitchen were dust-free because his hayfever was acting up. There weren't enough hours in the day for you to get everything you originally did do as well as the extra chores he was throwing on top of you. Threatening you with the, "I can have you fired," line that he loved throwing around whenever you looked as though you were close to yelling or snapping at him for everything he was making you do. Tonight you were finally going home to your old apartment for some time off since you needed to take your holiday days,

"You look exhausted," Sana said as you laid on the sofa with your head in her lap, you nodded at her whining as you felt your head beginning to spin. It felt as though your head was ready to explode. The week you'd had was giving you a huge migraine and you didn't want to go back to the dorms tomorrow but you had to, you only had tonight off since Yoongi needed you back in time for the party they were throwing. You were in charge of cleanup after it. The boys thought it was weird that Yoongi was the one throwing a party when he didn't like going to them that often but they went along with it anyway.

"Maybe you can take some sick days?" Sana whispered as she ran her fingers over your cheeks, biting her lip as she realised how hot your face was to the touch. It was the first time she'd seen you in over three months and it was starting to worry her that you weren't taking the days off that you were supposed to. You weren't supposed to be working every day as you had been and it was starting to show that you were overworking yourself more than you said you were.

"When was the last time you went to the doctor?" She questioned but all you did was hum at her, her cold hands laying on your head was all you could think about. It was nice having a cold compress on your forehead but you went back to her question, you couldn't even remember the last time you had a day to yourself, never mind going to see a doctor.

"I've been busy," You grumbled at her, not wanting to admit the truth about your lack of sleep and troubles at the dorms, she would only make it into a larger deal than it needed to be.

"I'm going to crash, I'll see you in the morning," She watched you anxiously as you made your way into your old room, not bothering to shut the door or change out of your clothes before you dropped onto the bed and almost instantly fell to sleep.

There was that noise again, a shrill beeping sort of noise that kept coming and going, sometimes getting louder than before. You groaned trying to reach your hand up to touch your head but it felt as though you weighed the same as a bag of bricks,

"She's waking up," A voice you knew said as you tried to move again, the beeping got faster the more you began to wake up and you opened your eyes to bright light. Once you adjusted to the new lighting you looked around the room to see the boys standing around your bed,

"What are you doing in my bedroom?" You mumbled trying to seat up in the bed but you let out a squeak as you felt a pain radiate through your body, you looked down to see an IV drip attached to your arm and then a heart monitor on your fingers. That explained what the annoying beeping was that you'd been hearing over and over again.

"You're in the hospital," Jimin said as he looked at you with a worried expression plastered across his face, you glanced at each of them and they all looked as worried at the next included Yoongi who was staring at Jimin.

"You idiot, she can see she's in the hospital, Don't be dumb. Go and get a nurse," He hissed making Jimin mumble under his breath before turning to leave the room, the other boys all went back to asking you what had happened and how you got there.

"I don't know..." The last thing you could remember was going to bed in your old apartment and then everything was black,

"Miss Y/l/n, I see you're awake now. It's good to have you back, you gave us quite the scare." You frowned at the male doctor who began talking to you, telling you what had happened. Sana had found you the next morning and you were out cold, not responding to any touch or shake so she brought you in.

"It seems as though you just overworked yourself and had a pretty bad migraine. I'll prescribe you some strong painkillers for the pain and advise you to take some time off work," As Yoongi listened to the doctor explain that you were overworked he began to felt guilty for what he'd been making you do over the last months of you working for them. He knew he was responsible for making you work so much and yet you still continued to work for them despite being around this overworked to the point you were hospitalised you were still willing to go through the hell he was putting you through.

"Yes Doctor, I'll talk to my boss and arrange some time off." You lied as you waited for him to leave the room, turning back to the boys with a weak smile.

"I'll just do light work around the dorms if that's okay?" The question was said to all of them but directed mostly at Yoongi who nodded his head before ditching the room. The guilt on his chest felt like somebody was trying to crush him and he knew he had to lay off you and stop treating you the way he had been.

It was your first week back after taking some time off, the boys had been kind enough to let you stay in your room in their dorm while you recovered. Bringing you food whenever they could and making sure you didn't lift a finger until you were feeling 100% better. All week had been refreshing, nothing bad had happened and Yoongi had left you alone. No longer treating you as his own personal assistant he let you do your own jobs that you were originally hired to do.

"I was thinking we could go and have dinner tonight, we can all order our favourite take out," Jungkook said as you were making his bed with him.

"We should do that, it'll be fun." You told him as you put the pillow down onto his bed, looking over at him with a smile, he insisted on helping you do his room even though you'd told him you'd felt fine all week.

"How about we play some video games-" Jungkook stopped speaking when he heard a loud crash coming from down the hall, it sounded as though someone had just thrown something at the wall. The two of you stared at one another in worry before heading down the hall to find Yoongi attempting to clean up broken glass from the floor, mumbling to himself.

"Let me do it before you hurt yourself," You mumbled as you realised Yoongi was going to hurt his hand if he didn't stop but he couldn't. He hadn't meant to break the glass frame, it was supposed to be a surprise for you from Jimin but now it was ruined and smashed to pieces on the floor.

"I'll get the dustpan and brush," Jungkook called out as he ran for the lift, leaving you and Yoongi as you told him to stop picking up the large shards of glass but it was too late, he let out a yell as a piece sliced into the palm of his hand,

"Fuck! That's your fucking fault!" He yelled out as blood dripped onto the floor,

"You're nothing but a distraction! Fucking idiot!" He continued to yell out but you ignored him, grabbing his wrist as you began to drag him in the direction of the bathrooms as he continued to haul verbal abuse in your direction, reminding you why you were so stressed from before.

"Look at you, you can't even fucking say anything because you know I'm right don't you. So desperate for cash you begged for any job and are willing to put up with me," He laughed as you continued to clean up the small cut that was on his hand, keeping the tears in as much as you could despite how much his words were hurting you. Wondering how he found out that you'd begged for a job that day you went for a meeting,

"Begging for a job, pathetic." He scoffed once more and you finally lost it. Letting the tears you'd been holding in for months stream down your cheeks as you looked up at him.

“You really think I have a choice? Do you think I enjoy putting myself through this every day?” Tears poured out from your eyes but you didn't even notice them now, you were too angry to care that you were crying in front of the one person who made you feel the worst.

"Do you think I enjoy letting you do this shit to me? Using me like a fucking personal slave?!" You yelled out as he stared at you in shock, he hadn't expected this to come from you.

"I put up with everything you've thrown at me! Fucking ruining the laundry I did, breaking plates so that I would have to clean it up, being your person errand girl," You said as you remembered every little thing he'd made you do for him from shining his shoes down to making sure his folds on his laptop were organised properly because god forbid he actually do something for himself.

"I let you ridicule me day after day because I needed this job. Not all of us are some rich fucking celebrity who likes to shit on other people who have nothing," Jungkook froze outside the bathroom door as he heard everything Yoongi had put you through.

"I kept my mouth shut when you overworked me to the point of being hospitalised and what? I rest for a week and you decide to start it up again?" He didn't know what to say so he just stared at you,

"I'm fucking done." You threw his hand back to him and he hissed at the cold air hitting his wound but you didn't care anymore, you stormed out of the bathroom and into the lift. Not noticing Jungkook who had gone into the bathroom to speak with Yoongi after you left.

Sejin stared at Yoongi from across his desk, Yoongi felt as though he was in some kind of intervention. The boys were all stood behind him while Sejin told him off for everything. As soon as Yoongi confirmed to Jungkook that what you said was true he told everyone, not wanting him to get away with it.

"Do you think she'll sue us? Tell the press?" Sejin questioned as he threw his pen down onto the desk feeling fed up with everything,

"That's what you're worried about!?" Namjoon was red in the face with anger as he stared from his manager to band member, neither of them seemed to care that they had put a human life through hell for months.

"Do you not realise what Yoongi did?!" Yoongi stared down at his lap, he could already feel the same guilt crushing feeling he had at the hospital creeping back into him and it was feeling even worse now that he'd snapped at you before you quit without warning. The boys did nothing but yell at him for the car ride to the studios and he knew he deserved it, he deserved so much worse than they were going to do.

"You'll go and apologise to her, you'll make sure that she plans on telling no one this story and if she wants...She can contact me and we'll talk about compensation for what she went through," Namjoon went to say something but Sejin held up his hand to silence him,

"I don't want to hear it. Yoongi will go and say sorry." The room fell into silence as they all stared down at Yoongi who was still sitting there, his hand wrapped in a bandage.

"Now!" The boys yelled in sync with one another watching as he got up from the chair and stormed out of the office.

Opening the door to your apartment the last person you thought to see standing there was staring back at you, a bouquet of flowers in one hand with a box in the other.

"What do you want?" You asked plainly as the smile faded from your face, looking at the presents before back to his face.

"I wanted to say sorry for everything-"

"And you think presents will do that?" You cut him off, he licked his lips as he let you cut him off. You had every right to be angry with him and say whatever you wanted to say to him.

"No. I just...This is from Jimin, it was what I dropped earlier and it was an accident...I wasn't trying to break it on purpose...You have to believe that I feel guilty for everything I did and said before you were in the hospital...I thought if I pushed you too much you'd quit but you just kept working." You scoffed at him as you rolled your eyes,

"I needed the job. Now I'll be homeless in a couple of weeks," You took the present he said was from Jimin and placed it onto the table just inside the doorway of your apartment not wanting to move.

"Sejin said to call him...He'll be more than willing to compensate for what-"

"You mean to pay me to be silent with my story?" You raised your eyebrow at Yoongi who nodded his head.

"I feel so guilty, you have to believe I never meant to hurt you this much," You stared at him in disbelief,

"How could you not mean to hurt me? The hell you put me in?" You stared at him reading his face as you realised he really did feel guilty but it wasn't because you got hurt or you were upset it was because the boys were mad at him, he felt guilty because though around him made him feel that way.

"You only feel guilty because you got caught," You mumbled to him but he shook his head at you, trying to talk but his words came out as a stutter,

"I’m underneath your skin...Aren't I? The feeling of what you did to me crushing you? Now I'm the heavy burden that you can't bear...Ironic," You told him as you nodded your head smugly enjoying the fact that the person who had put you through hell was going through the exact same thing as you were.

"Don't worry, I won't tell my story to the press. I'll keep my mouth shut. Tell Sejin he can keep his money I'm not interested." Yoongi stayed silent but you waited to see if there was anything else,

"Do you still need the job?" You debated it as he questioned you, debated going back and acting as though nothing had happened but you shook your head.

"I'll find something else." You mumbled, folding your arms over your chest as he attempted to give you the flowers once again.

"I'm sorry-"

"I won't ever accept it, if you were sorry you would never have done it," He knew you were right but he still couldn't bring himself to move even after you shut the door in his face and disappeared back into your own apartment.

Jungkook walked into your apartment yelling out that he was there and you came down the stairs and jumped onto his back,

"Hey, you're late." You whined as you took the ice cream from his hands and wandered over in the direction of your sofa, he sat down beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"I had a long day. We all had to record a song for, In the soop, you should have seen Yoongi running into the booth." It had been a year since you quit working as a maid for the boys and although you and Yoongi were never going to be the best of friends you'd managed to move past what he had done to you and put you through managing to deal with one another since you and Jungkook had begun dating not long after quitting.

"I bet it was funny," You laughed as you leant up to kiss Jungkook's cheek, pushing play on the movie you were watching together.

Tagline: @lyoongx @mitzwinchester @rjsmochii @kneel-begyourpardon @taestannie @innersooya @sw33tnight @sweeneyblue1 @jin-from-the-block @acciocriativity @that-anxious-bisexual

A/N: If anyone ever treated me or someone I care about this way he would be out on his asssssssss

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Free (The Much Needed Part Two of Locked Away)

okay so this was requested by @5ugarcan3 who asked: “ PLEEEASE if its not 2 much trouble i’d love to see pt 2 to the sam x reader prison fic where its fluffy n stuff :( u broke my heart with the ending “

As well as @unalive-mee who left this reply on the first part: “ damnnn that was so good, would love to see a part two where they respawn and that was one of their canon lives because this broke me”

So I have been forced to see that I cannot just leave it there unfortunately so check out Part One if you haven’t already, just so you know what's been going on {low key I’m doing this begrudgingly, can you tell?}

{I mean can you blame me? I was so proud of the way I broke people}

{Alright enough stalling, here we go...}

Awesamdude x fem!reader

trigger warnings: a few swears, mentions of previous character death, slight panic attack

premise: Though you’d long since respawned after the incident at the prison, and you were sure Dream was out of your head, Sapnap, BBH and a few others still thought it was a good idea to keep you mostly isolated, until one day...

{Also the Bloodvines aren’t a thing here}

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You sighed, blinking sleep out of your eyes as sunlight filtered through the half closed window.

Slowly you sat up, looking around the tiny bedroom you’d been given, tucked up into the corner of Bad and Skeppy’s mansion. You’d been given relative run of this corridor, but you were still stuck inside.

At least, you reminded yourself, it’s not prison.

You went to the window, looking out over the wood, absently tracing one of the many scars that had appeared after you’d respawned, they had always told you that it was from what Dream had made you do, and all the people you’d fought.

The day had barley begun, and you had only just finished getting dressed properly when a loud explosion echoed over the hills.

“What the hell was that?” You demanded, already starting toward the stairs at a run.

On the main floor you could hear Bad yell, “Stay with (y/n)! Keep her in here!”

Moments later you crashed into Skeppy on the stairs, both of you quickly springing back up in a panic you yelling, “What’s happening?!”

“Go back upstairs- it’s being sorted!” He said quickly, trying to shove you back up the stairs.

“At lease tell me what's going on!” You cried desperately.

The diamond man sighed, “Its Dream-”

“He’s back?” You immediately went to shove by him.

“Stop!” Skeppy yelled, latching onto your arm and starting to pull you back to the stairs, “You can’t help them! We don’t know if he’s still in your head or not! If your in the middle of helping them take him down and he takes over again-”

You hung your head in defeat, “There's no telling what would happen.”

He nodded, and together you slowly climbed the stairs, reaching your room in a matter of minutes, “I’m going to have to lock you in here.”

“Probably for the best.” You murmured, shuffling inside and sitting down on the bed, watching as Skeppy closed the door, the lock clicking into place, followed by the telltale sound of him blocking the door up.

Sam watched as Dream staggered to his feet, facing the entirety of he army that had amassed, his expression seeming unfazed, “That all you got?”

“Not even close bitch.” Tommy said, staring back as he drew his sword.

Dream sighed, looking around before hefting his axe, using his other hand to bite off another piece of golden apple, downing a strength potion as well, “When will you ever learn?”

In a flash he was lunging at the boy, who barley had time to throw up his shield to block the attack, shoving Dream back, following him into the middle of the field, “I think I’ve had my share of lessons.”

From the side, several people drew there bows, knocking arrows and letting them rain around Dream, who began to struggle to dodge them.

Tubbo motioned for a momentary cease in fire and Tommy lunged forward, the tip of hiss bald connecting with Dreams arm. In retaliation the man nearly screamed, practically tripping over himself to slash at Tommy, who barley dodged enough, a shallow cut now lining his leg.

Technoblade handed Sam a splash potion, murmuring, “healing.” in the moments before Sam lobbed the bottle Tommy’s direction.

“’is ones harmin.”

Sam took it from the piglin, using the gap between Tommy and Dream, the archers now firing around Dream again, to throw the potion, grinning as it splashed just at Dream’s feet.

The man nearly fell to the ground, quickly twisting out of the way of another arrow, concentration clear on his face, though yet again it was clear his focus was on nothing near the battle.

Tommy grinned, taking the time to push forward, shoving Dream the rest of the way to the ground, preparing to run him through, “Any last words Green bitch?”

“Go to hell,” Dream spat, reaching up to grab Tommy’s hands, shoving the sword down, into his chest, “I’ll see you there.”

Tommy looked up, a slight gasp escaping as he turned to the army, grin spreading, “We did it! Tubbo we did it!”

There were cheers all around, people hugging and laughing and crying.

Techno and Sam stood to the side, the former looking at the latter warily, “If you try to hug me I will literally kill you, no hesitation.”

Sam nearly laughed, “No- there's someone else I’d rather be hugging.”

As if on cue, Bad came running toward them, “Sam! Sam we need to talk!”

“About what?”

A smile crept onto the demons face, “(y/n)- she’s- well I figured it was best to tell you now, and not before cause you know, we didn’t know if he- but never mind that! (Y/n)s alive, come on!”

The Next thing Sam knew he was being dragged off to Bad’s house, yelling, “But you said that was her last life!”

20 minutes later they made it up to your room as Skeppy finished removing the last of the obsidian, Bad reassuring, “It was a temporary percuasion, just because of what was going on today.”

Slowly, Sam opened the door, looking around to find you, looking battered and bruised from your attempts at throwing yourself at the door to escape, curled in the corner, hands tightly gripping your hair, eyes squeezed shut.

The (y/n) he could last remember, cold and cruel, unforgiving and harsh now seemed broken.

He slowly knelt in front of you, “(y/n)?”

Your head jerked up at Sam’s voice, and he could see the wide smile on your face as you rushed forward, grabbing his hands, “Sam! I’m- I’m free!”

His arms were quick to wrap around you, a smile now on his face upon seeing that you were no longer the monster he could remember, just the person you once were, repeating, “Free.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #awesamdude x reader #teddy06 writes

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trentaafcsblog · 4 years ago

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Prompts - Gemma Collins

6. “Kiss my designer vagina”

A cheeky bonus for my bestest gewl @travellvogue, ask and you shall receive, you’ve definitely earned your divaship after requesting this one xxx

You’ve been a brat all day, you know you have. Pushing all of Trent’s buttons for no particular reason and driving him up the walls with your petty comments and unnecessary remarks, especially the ones that you let slip in front of his mates. The look that’s etched deeper and deeper into his face each time you make a snidey reference informing you that your relationship will be ending tonight if you don’t stop what you’re doing, but you’ve started now, and you’re not one to do things half-heartedly, so you might as well keep digging.

“You might wanna tell her to keep her wandering eyes under control the next time she’s around my man” you sass when one of his friends happens to mention his girlfriend, everybody falling silent and turning around to look at you, in shock that such a timid and polite person has suddenly shown a different side - one that they definitely never associated with you. “Oopsie, didn’t you know that she was busy undressing T with her eyes the last time you came over? You wanna watch her, my love, the next girl might not be so forgiving” you smile, taking a sip of your water before looking across at T and gently tilting your head to the side. “Stop it” he’s mouthing, his knuckles turning white when you shake your head and a small smirk breaks onto your face, confirming that he’s fighting a losing battle if he thinks you’re packing this in anytime soon.

“If looks could kill” you tease when he shuts the door after his friends and turns around to face you. “What’s got you all moody, hey?” you’re cooing, reaching out to cup the side of his face and pissing him off even more with your sudden innocence. “You” he snaps, taking a step towards you and it’s like he’s flicked a switch for a split second, your attitude flying out of the window and being replaced by an overwhelming sense of submission, the rage in his eyes leaving your jaw hanging open slightly, your previous words of spite now struggling to free themselves from your throat. “Thanks for making me the friend with the biggest bitch as their girlfriend” he’s spitting, scoffing at the end of his comment when the memories of you taking digs at anyone and everyone flood his mind.

“I’m glad I’m the reason that you’ve taken that top spot” you’re saying smugly, genuinely never feeling prouder of an achievement that clearly T never thought he’d win. “Just stop” he’s hissing, looking you up and down in disgust whilst you stand before him shaking your head and twirling a section of hair around your finger, just like you’ve been doing all day - something you’ve never done before but it compliments the bitchiness perfectly. “Not unless you make me” you sass back, your voice barely a whisper come the end of your words because Trent’s already anticipated what you’re about to say, not that he was expecting anything less to leave your mouth after today’s attitude. Taking a step back towards you and grabbing the top of your throat with one of his hands, his thumb gently stroking along your jaw and forcing your eyes to lock with his.

“Up you go then” he’s saying, his breath hot across your face and causing goosebumps to arise on the surface of your skin as he nods towards the staircase. Looking at you for a few seconds and smirking slightly when he realises that you’ve been completely paralysed by his stare, something about his dominance stopping the connection between his words and your actions. “Up” he’s saying again, much more harshly this time and you’re not hesitating any longer as you move from before him and take a few paces to the left. Looking back over your shoulder to check that he’s following you as you make your way up the stairs, stopping when you reach your side of the bed. And you can’t help but turn back to old ways whilst you wait for him to catch up, the same section of hair that you’ve been playing with all day finding itself being wrapped around your finger again at the thought of what’s to come, a pool of arousal growing in the crotch of your panties the closer his footsteps come to reaching you.

“Pack it in” he’s snapping when he walks in to see you staring at him through your eyelashes with the same smirk that been stuck on your face all day. “Well don’t just fucking stand there” he’s saying, moving towards you and practically pushing you onto the mattress before his fists are bunching up in your dress and helping the material slide over your head. “Look at ya” he’s growling, referring to the damp mark that’s stained the lace of your baby pink thong. “Better get rid of that” he’s saying, peeling it away from your body and inspecting the pearlescent pool in the crotch for a few seconds before it’s being discarded onto the floor.

“You’re gonna stop being a brat now, aren’t ya?” he’s asking, lifting your chin with his index finger so that you’re looking straight at him. “Gonna let me get my own back, hmm?” he’s pushing, waiting for you to nod until he’s lowering himself down to your pussy. “I don’t wanna hear anymore from you” he’s mumbling, his nose now level with your clit. And obviously you’ve got to have the last word since your bitchiness is about to have an end put to it, so you can’t help but break the promise you’ve just made when the warmth of T’s breath spreads across your core.

“Kiss my designer vagina” you’re whispering, purposely saying it quietly just to wind him up because silence was never an option when you set off to insult everybody this morning. “Fucking slut” he’s scoffing, ripping your legs apart with his hands and looking up at you before he’s pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, something in him caving in and just giving you what you want. And just like you, once he starts there’s no stopping him. His tongue repeatedly licking stripes up and down your pussy whilst you grip onto his curls for dear life, tugging harder when he pushes himself further into your core or his lips form a suction around your sensitive nub. Pulling away for a few seconds to admire you struggling for something to say, your brain giving up on trying to string several words together and instead leaving you helpless, only a few whines and whimpers falling from your lips as you gently buck your hips towards T’s face in the hope of some sort of release.

“Gotta be kidding if you think you’re getting off that easily” he’s saying, shaking his head at your desperation as you try to push him back down to where you need him the most. And god you’re only made even more needy when he turns his head to the side slightly and the lights catch the stripe of arousal that runs from his nose down into his beard. A thicker coating on his Cupid’s bow from where the indentation holds more of your juices, only to release them when he looks down and a bead trickles onto his top lip, his tongue hardly giving it chance to continue its journey before its swiping it away with a satisfied hum.

He’s waiting until you’re practically begging him for more, the desperation in your eyes making him smile slightly now that you’re getting a taste of your own medicine. Watching every groan and tensing of your muscles as he lays between your legs and looks up at you, your eyes meeting his a few times before they’re fluttering shut and your imagination is taking you to all of the places that he isn’t, hence the random bursts of heavy breathing and the occasional whimper. And now he’s the one being a bitch because he’s just latched onto your pussy again with no warning, purposely waiting until you’re lost inside your own head before he’s making all of those dreams come true. His tongue moving at a hundred miles an hour as it dips in and out of your folds, managing to capture every single nerve ending as it does so. Flicking over your clit and causing surges of pleasure to ripple through your cunt and down into your legs, his hands now pinning them down to stop them from trembling so intensely.

“Fuck T” you’re whimpering, your brain finally stringing two words together and helping you out of your pleasure-induced, borderline paralytic state. “Shut up” he snaps, ripping his mouth away from your core just as your orgasm starts building. “Told you to be quiet” he’s hissing, the rage that was behind his eyes a few moments ago now returning, eliciting the same submissive change in you. “I’ve got work to do” he’s mumbling before carrying on where he left off. And fuck, it’s the hardest thing ever to try and keep quiet, especially when he starts slurping away at your juices at the most ridiculous volume because he knows it drives you insane. Your whole hands almost white from how hard you’re gripping onto T’s curls, twisting different sections around your fingers each time he brushes over a particularly sensitive spot to the point where it’ll be a miracle if he’s not bald by the end of this.

He knows your body like the back of his hand so he’s sensing when you’re seconds away from cumming, your pussy tensing up against his mouth and spasming gently against his nose as the knot in your tummy starts being pulled tighter and tighter and tighter. And then it’s snapping. A gush of your juices releasing themselves all over his face, completely drenching his features whilst your clit continues to contract uncontrollably. Beads of your arousal trickling from his forehead and down onto his nose before dripping off into the bedsheets - a sight you can’t seem to get enough of when you finally open your eyes.

“Alright?” he’s asking as he wipes his face with the back of his hand, your juices now running down his arm. “Mhm” you’re replying, shuffling up the mattress until you’re in a sitting position. “Won’t be doing that again, will ya?” T’s saying, obviously referring to your bratty behaviour but you can’t help but throw a bit of sass in there again, especially since his way of ‘punishing’ you is quite frankly what dreams are make of. “Do what? Lay there with my legs over your shoulders whilst you eat me out?” you ask, tilting your head innocently and looking at him. “Don’t start this again” he’s groaning, practically pleading with you to just pack it in for five minutes because he can’t take another snidey remark or dig at his ex-girlfriend for living on the same planet as you.

But you just can’t help yourself, not when you’ve been treated so ‘badly’ the first time. The anger behind his eyes and the dominance that he can so easily exert over you, making you completely powerless in a matter of seconds, only giving you another reason to piss him off.

“I saw you looking at Tyler’s girlfriend when she wore those shorts the other day, not very respectful to be looking at your big brother’s lady is it?” you question, biting your bottom lip and waiting for him to snap again.

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PS - I made myself cringe so hard writing this (I haven’t written any proper smut in like forever) that it genuinely made my arsehole hurt for the whole 5 days that it took to write it so please give it some love to save my tears xxx

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold blurb #trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold smut

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kaminobiwan · 5 years ago

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empathy

pairing: fives x reader

summary: after the citadel, you catch him in a rare moment of vulnerability. (it’s sad i’m sorry)

a/n: the next installment of my milestone celebration! the prompt that spurred this was literally “tucking someone in bed” and I went and made it into this pain train asdlk;f anon I hope you like it still. also, this gorgeous gif was thanks to @obiwankenobiness thank you, angel, the world continues to be in your debt!

lastly, here is my taglist form. forgive me for the feels to come

You get the call just as you’re about to turn on your holoscreen to binge the latest net drama.

You don’t recognize the contact, but accept the holo regardless. A group of your friends had gone out tonight, begging you to come with them, but you’d declined in favor of a relaxing night in, telling them to let you know if they needed anything.

Maybe their comlinks had died.

Unsurprisingly, it’s a bartender from 79’s, the one your girlfriend is hooking up with. You’re about to ask if he needs help with her drunk antics when he rushes out an apology.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but you’d better get here. We need your help.”

Your forehead furrows in concern. This doesn’t sound good. “Is everything okay with — ”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s fine. Well, she’s drunk off her ass, but I’m not talking about her. It’s Fives.”

Your eyebrows shoot up higher, curiosity piquing. “Fives?”

The handsome soldier had been off-world for a couple weeks now, and you hadn’t realized he’d returned to Coruscant. It’s not like you were together or anything, but he did tend to hit you up whenever he came home. Your friends were consistently egging you to “make it an item,” but you’d stubbornly refused. Fives wasn’t the problem, but whatever it was between you was a frustrating mystery and you weren’t going to be the one to clear it up.

If only your courage was stronger than your ego.

“He’s fucked up,” Your friend’s boy-toy explains. “And I don’t see any of his usual mates around. I didn’t know who else to call.”

You sigh, already reaching for warmer clothes as you drop the blanket that had cocooned you until now. “It’s okay. I’ll be there in a second.”

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By the time you reach the bar, Fives isn’t alone — another clone, bald and clad in yellow-streaked armor, is hunched over him while trying to wrestle another shot out of the ARC trooper’s hands.

“Fives?”

The two of them jump up at the same time almost comically, and a shred of amusement pulls at your lips. The bald clone blinks at you, uncertain as to who you are, but Fives erupts with enthusiasm and calls to you. Deafeningly.

“There she is!” He all but shouts, and while his companion is distracted, he gulps down the drink before anyone can stop him. “Isn’t she gorgeous, Waxer?”

Blood rushes to your face as Waxer shakes off his stupor. You approach them fully, taking in the empty bottles littering the counter. “Did you ask for me?”

Fives burps, and both you and Waxer jerk back immediately. “Said your name once or twice, you know how it is.” You didn’t, actually, but you let him continue. It’s like watching a holo on a five-second delay, his eyes turning questioning as he turns to you in slow motion. “Come to think of it, m’pretty sure I didn’t drunk call you. What’re you doing here?”

You can’t help it, but as much as you don't want to, the way he cuts himself off makes you to wonder if he had meant without me?

“Bartender commed me,” you explain, more to his friend than him. “I didn’t know you were on leave.”

His rowdiness calms a tad, and you squint at him as the smile drops off his face. “Just got back.”

“He’s pretty drunk,” Waxer speaks up, and you step forward to help him carry Fives so that both of you have an arm around each of your shoulders. “I just called a cab for him, but he’s saying he won’t go anywhere.”

As the three of you stumble towards the exit, you struggling much more than Waxer under the weight, you incline your head in understanding. “I can take him back to my place. Assuming he doesn’t have to be anywhere?”

You receive a shake of a head in answer, and an air taxi pulls up in front of your group, right on cue. “Appreciate it.” Waxer forces Fives to lean against the speeder while he opens the door. “Didn’t know Fives had a girlfriend.”

For the second time in less than ten minutes, your face heats indignantly. You shoot a quick prayer to the Maker Fives is too intoxicated to chime in. Thankfully, he’s resting his head on the roof of the taxi, seemingly enjoying the cool sensation. “I’m not his girlfriend.”

Waxer looks at you doubtfully, but says nothing. He pays the driver in advance as you commend him gratefully, but he only shrugs at you. “You’re taking the hard part. He’ll be a bitch to take care of in a couple hours, trust me.”

You murmur a sound of agreement, and go to push Fives’ limp body inside, but his arm grabs the open door and stops you from moving him further. He raises his head enough to peer at his fellow trooper, Waxer shifting uncomfortably.

“Waxer,” Fives rasps, “I’m sorry about Longshot. And the rest of ‘em.”

The other clone winces visibly, but nods in response before you manage to slide Fives into the taxi.

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Getting Fives out of the cab and into your apartment is a series of multiple unfortunate events, but eventually you make it. Once you’ve shut the door and locked it, you dump Fives onto your bed where your pillows are still arranged in perfect nest formation.

He’s sobered up a little, but by the way he hasn’t spoken since the bar, you’re still unconvinced to his level of sentience. As you help him with his armor, you probe him cautiously. “Rough mission?”

His face flashes with malcontent, but you’re not sure if it’s from the awkward way you pull off his pauldron or your question.

“Sorry.”

“S’okay.” Fives shakes his head quickly, then seems to regret it as his hand flies up to press against his forehead. “It was a rough mission.”

You stop in your movements, looking at him with regret. He doesn’t really talk about the war with you. Why would he, when it takes up every other facet of his life?

Before you can tell him he doesn’t have to say anything, he’s speaking again. “‘Lotta clones died.”

A thrum of contriteness reverberates in your mind, but you take his admission as an opening. Treading cautiously, you ask, “Longshot. Was he your friend?”

Fives shakes his head again, slower this time. “Well, yeah, but he’s part of the 212th. Was. We weren’t that close.”

Silence consumes the next few moments before you press on. “You lost someone close to you.”

His lack of a reaction clues you in to the accuracy of your statement, and your face twists ruefully. He waits a couple minutes, then mutters again after a few deep breaths.”

“Echo. My twin.”

“Your...?” You don’t mean to be so obvious, but your face scrunches in confusion. It wasn’t like you were an expert on biology, but you were pretty sure you knew how cloning worked. “Aren’t you all — ”

“Right, no, sorry.” Fives drags a hand down his face tiredly, and you feel bad for asking. Some job of cheering him up you were doing. “He was my squadmate. Domino Squad. It was just the two of us left.” His voice trails off, and you let him work through his silence with a sympathetic hand on his knee. For a moment, he smiles wistfully, but the look extinguishes as he’s reminded of something. “Thing is, he was the good one between us. Knew all the reg manuals by heart, had a perfect plan for everything. Always thought that out of everyone, he’d be the one to survive. That when I’d go out…” he pauses. “He’d be there with me.”

A shaky breath escapes him.

“But now he’s gone. And I’m it. The last Domino.”

His face is set in grim resignation, and your chest aches for him. You can’t imagine the pain he’s feeling — not just from the loss of his brother, but the from trauma of war that practically radiates off of him. You wonder, for a brief moment, how you’d never noticed, but soon enough it dawns on you. His usual swagger, flirtatious and carefree, was a fantastic front. It had hidden the depths of his suffering from everyone this far, but now you were finally seeing the curtain drop. And the Fives underneath it was, well.

Fives was heartbroken.

Your brain is screaming at you to do something — comfort him, hug him, anything to wipe the dull pain off his expression, but he lays his hand in his hands before you can. He gives a small groan. “Think m’feeling that hangover already.”

That spurs you to jump up and grab a cup of water for him from the kitchenette, glad to at least be of some service. When you give it to him, he takes it without looking at you, neck bowed in what seems like embarrassment — you’re not completely sure. It’s not like you’d ever seen anything close to embarrassment on Fives prior to this.

“Sorry for...all this.” He croaks out a wry laugh, but you can tell there’s no humor behind it. It’s so strange to hear, when his normal one is loud and boisterous. He’d always been the one to light up the room. “Didn’t mean to dump all that on you.”

“Fives.” You crouch next to him on the bed again, inching closer. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” The cup returns to your hand, and you place it on the table without breaking eye contact. “I’m only sorry I can’t help more.”

“You help plenty, sweetheart, with that pretty face of yours,” he tries, but you see completely through his attempt at brushing everything off. You reach out gently, exuding as much care as you can without a word.

“Fives…” He lets you touch him, pulling his head gradually to you to hold him against your chest. He freezes for a simple second, but immediately slumps in your embrace afterwards, leaning fully into you. You feel his breath falter, but his arms rest contentedly around your waist as you register just how tired he seems.

Guiding him delicately to lay down, you free one hand to pull up a cover over him. Just as you’re about to extract yourself from his hold, he spreads a beseeching hand at the small of your back. You catch his gaze, pleading and vulnerable.

“Stay. Can you…” he hiccups between his words. “It’ll help if you’re here.”

You stare at him tentatively, but eventually nod. “Sure, Fives.”

It’s only a couple minutes until you’ve changed and returned to bed, and when you slip under the covers next to him, his lids are already half closed. You brush a stray eyelash from his cheek, and lay your palm there as his eyes droop slowly. This look is new, too, but it’s a tender one as you see the strain ebb from his body for the first time in front of you. As he falls asleep, you lift yourself up to press a feather-light kiss to his temple, just below his tattoo.

If he remembers it in the morning, he doesn’t let it show.

#rini writes #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x reader #clones x reader #clone wars imagine #IT'S ANGSTY I'M SORRY #IT JUST TURNED OUT THAT WAY #I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT #rip echo :(#(presumably)#also feat. waxer because nuna's best dad deserved BETTER #rini reaches 175!

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itstittycitybaby · 5 years ago

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From the Ashes We are Born (Part 4)

A/N: here we go with yet another part of this series! Tomorrow I will be posting another fic with a certain loveable character, but V will still be given the love and appreciation he so deserves.

TW: Sexual assault Attempt:

“You want me to do what?” It was barely 8:30 am; the sun had grazed you with its warm embrace. “Ah, you’re up early,” V had remarked once he heard you shuffle into the kitchen. His trademark apron was tied snugly around his waist. You grumbled in reply and begrudgingly sat down in a kitchen chair. A mug of coffee had slid your way. It was delicious. V shifted foot to foot as he stood there in the kitchen. You didn’t think V could ever be sheepish, let alone nervous. “It’ll be fine, my dear. All you have to do is follow my lead.” You drummed your fingers on the table as you stared up at the smiling mask looking down at you. Even though you couldn’t see V’s face you knew he was hopeful. “Alright V, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” V’s hands clasped together, enthused. “Aha! Thank you mademoiselle, I appreciate it!You can trust me;danger will not whisk you away from my grasp.” You hated how chirpy he sounded as he prattled on about his plans. V’s voice sounded muddled as he chatted excitedly. You rubbed your temples with the tips of your fingers. “It’s not even ten,” you muttered.

The face that stared back at you was unrecognizable. The mirror mocked you as you sat there, gazing at the new face in front of you. V had twirled the chair around in front of the mirror, the counter filled with makeup and brushes. You were surprised that he had makeup, considering he wore the guy fawkes mask 24/7. “Do you not like it, my dear?” You snapped from your thoughts as you turned to your masked friend. “It’s not that I hate it, just not my style.” You gestured to the pink blush and bright pink lipstick V had painted onto your face. “I’m used to a more natural look, or with the winged eyeliner I usually wear.” V chuckled, “You dislike looking like a little girl.” “Can you blame me,” you huffed. “You are very good with makeup though, I’ll give you that V.” He thanked you while he pinned the pink bows in your pig tails. You suppressed a shiver as his gloved fingers brushed over your neck lightly. Stop it! Focus on the task at hand! You definitely did not blush when his chest rested against your back as he pinned the last bow to your head. “Funny how this guy is a priest and a pedophile. Two birds with one stone,” you joked, trying to calm yourself down. “The world won’t surely miss him when he’s gone,” V replied as he stepped back. His fingers hovered over your shoulder, almost as if he wanted to gently brush them across your skin. Through the mirror you could tell V was staring at you. It was silent for a few moments as the two of you held each other’s gaze. “D-do you know what I’m gonna wear,” you stammered, breaking the silence. You hoped to god V didn’t notice that you were blushing, if he did he didn’t he say anything. “Ah yes,” he said, “You’re going to love the costume, too.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I’m dying to find out.”

You fiddled with the hem of the dress as you waited for the priest to enter. V wasn’t kidding about the dress. The skirt was wide and very pink. The only thing you liked about it was the white blouse and the short lace socks you wore with the pink maryjanes. Nerves jumped inside of your stomach. What if this all went wrong? You felt sick as you waited for the damn guy to get in here. You shuddered at what the assistant or chapel dude had said (like you would know what he did.) “You’re much older than expected. It should be fine, you look young enough.” You almost gagged when those words came out of his mouth. But you gave him the sweetest smile you could muster and a gritted “thanks.” His eyes swept over you one more time before leading you to a room with a four poster bed. Regret washed over you;you regretted agreeing to help V with this...particular task. “All will be fine mademoiselle. I promise.” His words rang in your head along with the instructions he had gone over with you. Yes, you felt guilty for having to live off of him for so long and disrupting his peace, but death didn’t seem terrible as you stood there in the priest’s room. “It’s the least we can do,” you reassured yourself. “For V.” The white walls of the room were bare; not a single decoration of some kind hanging on the walls. It was incredibly boring. Your eyes followed the dried paint on the walls. The strokes of the brush made little swirls and intricate, abstract designs. Has it been 5? 10? 20 minutes? Do I sit on the bed? Do I just stand here like an idiot? No matter how much you hated standing there, you knew if V asked you anything you would do it in a heartbeat. ‘Darling, would you mind handing me the rag?’ ‘Would you mind holding this fabric up for me?’ ‘Mademoiselle, could you risk your life for me and die by my hand?’ You snorted at the last one. Even if V were to ask that, you would. It’s because we have a crush. “No, no we don’t, shut up shut up shut-” The door swung open and you immediately tensed up. Relax, get in tune, V will protect us. An older balding man stood in front of you. His robes reached to the floor and he had beady eyes that looked black. God was he ugly. You felt disgusted as his eyes raked over your body. The gleam in his eyes made you feel sick.

Good thing father taught me to be an A class liar. “Hello, sir.” You gave him a smile;your eyes looked all innocent and doelike. Your lips parted as you spoke. Don’t over do it, be innocent and childlike. It makes me feel gross for thinking that. You averted your gaze, trying to pass it off as looking shy. “You’re beautiful,” he said, “I can’t believe I doubted your beauty for a second.” Forcing a smile you whispered, “Thank you, sir.” The priest’s eyes seemed to gleam at that. “So polite.” He slowly strolled over to you like he would to a scared child (the thought of that made you feel sick). His slimy hand grabbed your arm; his grip was tight as he looked into your eyes. “Go on, get on the bed.” You gulped as he let go of your arm. “Yes sir.” You felt terrified at the sound of the door closing and the click of a lock. You sat at the end of the bed, your legs pressed together. An ugly smile graced his lips as he saw you. You noticed the tent in his pants and wanted to puke.

Everything happened so fast. One minute he was at the door and the next he pounced on you. You let out a shriek as your back hit the bed. The priest’s body was pressed up against yours. His hands traveled down your waist, to your legs. They ghosted up your smooth thighs and up to your panties. “N-no,” you yelped, squirming under his body. Where the hell was V? Everything felt hazy and unreal. It was almost dreamlike as you laid there at this creep’s mercy. This can’t be happening, this isn’t real. Where the fuck is V? Squirming, you tried to throw the priest off of you but to no avail you were stuck. “You’re going to take what I give you and you will like it,” the priest snarled, “stop moving bitch.” His grip was like iron; his hands had wrapped around your throat, squeezing in tightly. Your lungs burned as they begged for air. Hands creeping up to his, you tried tugging at them to let them go. It was no use. Circles and staticky designs danced around the air. The vision in your eyes was starting to darken and the priest’s fingers had started to ghost over the waistband of your underwear. You were pinned underneath him,helpless. There was a wolfish grin on his lips. You were the wolf’s prey; a rabbit trying to wiggle underneath the wolf’s weight. He said he’d be here what the fuck happened? I’m gonna get taken advantage of, I’m going to die. He said he’d protect me, he said-

Bang! Bang! CRASH! The door smashed, pieces of its wood crashing onto the door. “What the-,” the priest shouted. There, V stood in the broken door way. His posture was tense and he searched for you as he stood there. V’s fist clenched and his blood boiled as he saw you under the priest. The look on your face had sheer terror written all over it. “It’s the terrorist!” The priest jumped off of you and ran towards a bible sitting on his dresser. Air filled your lungs and you hacked loudly. The burning in your chest and throat made you cough.Tears made your eyes blurry as they fell from your cheeks. Getting composed, you remembered where you were. Stop sitting there and move! Run! Your body was shaking with adrenaline and everything felt numb. You could hear grunts of pain from the direction where V and the priest was but you didn’t care. Tumbling off the bed you covered your face so you wouldn’t smack it against the floor. You sucked in a breath as your legs smacked onto the hard tile. Everything was burning. The ghost of the priest’s fingers burned your skin and you felt disgusted. You scurried onto your legs and watched as V flung a knife in the priest’s stomach, causing him to tumble over. A groan escaped the priest’s lips as he hunched over, holding his side. You admired V’s dance of knives as you watched him twirl another dagger with his fingers and slit the priest’s throat. His hands immediately flew up to his throat and his face paled. Blood gurgled out of his mouth until there was nothing but silence. The priest’s corpse fell with a thud and that is when V turned to you. “I apologize darling, I had some trouble along the way. He didn’t touch you did he?” Tears fell from your eyes;you looked like a mess. Your hair was tousled and your mascara left streaks on your cheeks. You just shook your head no, not trusting yourself to speak. “I-I wasn’t…” you trailed off after swallowing the tears and the huge lump in your throat. More tears fell from your eyes as you thought of the prospect of what if. What if V hadn’t shown up in time. What if he hadn’t even shown up at all. What if we were actually- A whimper escaped your lips as you tried your damned hardest not to sob.

V let out a sigh and enveloped you in his arms. He felt incredibly guilty he was a tad bit too late. Any later and well… V’s black tunic was damp from your tears. His hands hung low above your waist and your head nuzzling into his chest. His wig tickled you a bit but you didn’t mind. He was warm and comforting. V’s arms felt safe as he held you tightly. Giving you one last squeeze, he pulled away. Your red eyes stared back into the guy fawkes mask. How badly you wanted to kiss his lips. Or well, the mask’s at the very least. “Are you ready, mademoiselle,” V’s usually chipper voice sounding dark. Nodding, you wiped your eyes. “Let’s go home,” you whispered. V smiled underneath his mask. His gloved hand gently placed itself on your back as he led the way. How badly you wanted to melt into his touch. “To home, then.” Our home.

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es05l2k5sl · 5 years ago

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I'll never understand why WB had to redesign the Batcast for the new Bat adventures. Some characters took getting used to. But as for the villains, I'm roasting they asses cus they're ugly. Can't change my mind.

These Oswalds together look like 2 different people bruh. But we're here to talk about new Oswald. This Wimpy x Olive Oyl fusion snoody looking ass bitch. I'd like his outfit if it didn't have that lazy drawned bow tie looking like 2 triangles glued together & those fake ass MJ gloves. Also when tf did he have 10 fingers in dis universe? Also fuck that hair. Rocking a balding Mullet like ponytail before. Now it's just a boring cut down. Got dat snooty ass bitch look on face like his bird shit don't be stinking. I'll rock tf out u. Lookin like a whole ass Looney character or sum mf from the 30s.

Wot da fuck dey got Selena wearing here? Sis looking like a whole ass alien. Kid vs Kat looking ass bish. And her skin white af too? Did sis fall in some damn Joker acid too? Sis whole lower face is white as shit! Dat shit paler than crack. Like sis got the white slapped outta her and she just turned whiter. Das probably what happened. Her ass probably got on my mans Bruce last nerves one night and got da shit backslapped out her ass.

So my dude Matthew got turned a different color pal & got his neck privileges revoked? Lazy af but not the worst revamp.

You kno that meme: "upgrade, upgrade, FUCK GO BACK!"? Dis pre much sums up Jonathan here. My mans jus looks so dirty here. Looking straight outta da trash bin. Like literally dirty. Nasty ass teeth probably got dat hot ass breath blowing thru them bitches. Das a real fear toxin right there. Long ass black as shit dirty ass hair. Tryna copy off my girl from the ring w dat shit. Need to take dat dirty ass wig and mask and Amish hat tf off my dude. It is not rocking you. Dat whole worn out trashy ass outfit ain't working for you either hoe. You need to take yo ass a bath bitch cus your arms looking brown and ashy as a bitch. You can not even THINK about borrowing anything from me w yo dirty creepy stalker lookin ass. If you don't put down that damn stick like yo ass need help walking and shit I oughtta bitch ya ass with the shit fo going around dressed like dis. Take that damn rope off your neck bitch fo I do something Bruce won't do.

Bruh, you can not go up to my face and tell me these niggas are the same person in the same mofucking universe! Jervis What da fuck did they DO TO YOU MY N**GA?? N**ga looking like a damn leprechaun with special needs and shit. Rocking all dat dookie green swag but you got no swag anymore my dude. It's shit like you clothes and yo breath! Yo shits wasn't perfect and white before but them hoes looking hella worse now. What you get drinking all that damn tea my n**ga. Ol Tiny ass n**ga. Like wot. HOW?! HOW TF DID YO ASS SHRINK??? LIKE SOMEBODY TOSSED YOU ASS IN A LAUNDRY DRYER AND PROBABLY FORGOT TO TAKE YO STUPID ASS OUT. PROBABLY WHY YO HAIR WHITE AND SMALL AS SHIT YA UGLY ASS LUCKY CHARMS LOOKING ASS CRACK FEENY. If you don't hop yo ass back under a rainbow with dem skinny ass broken heel lookin ass tap dancing shoes.

Victor, bruh, they dem did yo ass so dirty in the new adventures. I ain't gonna lie that new suit kinda ok. But you looking like a whole skeleton and shit. Lookin like a young Palpatine & shit. Ol Frisky dingo looking ass! Need to put those goggles back on. The least yo (spoiler) 2003 Baxter Stockman ass can do now.

Yo ass probably looking mad as shit cus ya can't jack it no more n**ga. Dats all gon now. Long with yo unloyal ass wife. How tf she gon bounce on you after everything you did for her? After all the years and bull you had to put up with & she leave yo cold ass for another nibba? Fuck DCAU Nora. Just fuck her.

Scarface lookin like a damn Fanboy & Chum Chum character & his boy over here lookin like Chode. Next.

UUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHGG.

Just. UAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHH. Bruh I will never understand who tf thought this shit was a good idea?! Like who the fuck, was drawing dis nigga. Drew DIS Sus af shit. LOOKED at dis shit. And said to deyself: "Yeah dats da Riddler aight". HELL TO THE NAH DAT AIN'T NO DAMN DAS A (dick) FIDDLER! HE LOOKIN SUS AS FUCK NOW WITH THEM TIGHT AS GREEN SPANDEX AND THAT DARK AS HELL EYELINER. Looking like gay Christmas elf! Looking like a gay ass ballay dancer with them Spider Gwen ballerina shoes. You can't dance for shit nigga! Yo shit is SOOO DAMN TIGHT like I can get a good sight and shape picture of yo "Question mark" I'm telling y'all. sSSSUUUSSSSSSS. Looking like a bigasss lima bean. Skinny ass Jack skeleton moFucka. Like. They did my boy Eddy so freakin dirty with this. My mans had class, style, a nice look, HAIR. Now he. Whateverthelivingfuckdisbaldasspeterpanlookinmofuckasupposestobe. And i hate how that's how he did be lookin in almost every new Batverse when why tho? Nigg(m)a look stupid as hell. How tf he expect to be tooken seriously dressed and lookin like dis ? If I saw dis fucker in real life and he threatens me, imma laugh at his ass and beat him with his cane. Get ya Richard from Allen Gregory looking ass away from me. I can't!

Bruh it don't look that much but they did my mans Harvey dirty too. LOOK AT MY MANS FACE. good half i mean. Yall nigs kno. THESE MUHFUCKERS STRIPPED HIM OF HIS PRETTYNESS! Man. Dis version of Harvey was a pretty muhfucka. You can't deny dat shit

Even when he became Two-Face he still got dat 1 side of pretty. And that deep af panty soaking voice to go along w it. He dat half and half package.

Now HE LOOK LIKE DIS

WHOEVER TF DID DIS NEED DEY ASS WHOOPED! SQUARE TF UP NOW. NIGGA LOOKS LIKE EYEBROWLESS VERSION OF DOC FROM SECRET SATURDAYS. FAT ASS BLOCK NOSE MUH FUCKA. His eye looks like traingle with a Nike logo on top of it. Lookin like a poorly drawn Dwayne The Rock Johnson. And ya other half ain't lookin that good either. Dat 1 eyebrow putting Helga Pataki to shame! I mean the shit didn't look good before but it was somewhat tamed, now the shit looking like full grownass caterpillar. And that lip black as hell. Kno that side dirty as fuuhck!

I don't even know what tf I'm sposed to say about DIS except (kinky..)

Angelica pickles looking ass. Bigass blonde captain coconut looking ass hairstyle. Looking like a blonde creepy ass Wednesday Adams. Dem black as fuck Kim possible lips. She actually looking like a family guy character with that bigass head and small body. I SWEAR she ded looking like one of Stewie's ex's right now my dude! Got tiny ass flat ass guitar chip shoes. Looks like sis wearing fucking Zippers as shoes. Sis got that "i got something planned fo yo ass" smile. Sis look like she plotting something or did some evil shit already.

. . .

Bros I'm sorry but I'm just as confused as you like. I can't find a single thing different about Harley. Like literally nothing. Her makeup at night be looking blue sometimes, looking like a fakeass Livewire, but nah. They didn't even touch homegirl. Why tf is Harley the only character that stayed the same?????! Niggas was playing favorites. They had plans for that ass since day one. They was probs like: "Aye y'all. DO NOT TOUCH HARLEY. SHE STAYS THE SAME!" "why?" "JUST LISTEN TO ME BITCH!" "Wha bout her mans?" "Oh hell yeah fuck his shit up!" ...sigh.. Yep. It's that time...

UaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHH what else is dere to be said about dis ugly ass nigga? Dis nigga look like Yakko Warner & Freakazoid's love child! Dis nigga look like a random Tiny toons or Animaniac character! With that dookie green shirt and flower. You and Riddler's gay ass both matching them Dexter's laboratory Gloves. Why tf yo eyes eyes black as fuck tho?! How tf does one do that to theyself?! Yo ass probably snorted some shit and ya shits expanded and that's prolly yo pupils with ya cracked out ass. Nigga don't even look like a clown no more. Hell Jared Leto Joker atleast had the lipstick down. Dis nigga got dem ashy ass lips hanging out. Nigga think he owning too. Nigga you don't own shit! Broke as hell now. And yo design broke too. Joker? Man more like Broker. Got dat fairly odd parents hair. Got that Cosmo and Wanda in one. Like bitch if you don't. Just like Riddler i can not take yo animaniac looking ass serious. You do not scare me bitch! Bye!

Now see dis? DIS is Aight! A lot more fitting and & faithful to the character. No over the fucking top redesign, you can actually tell it's the same damn character as before, a little bit of swag for personality

So that's the tea. Ivy & Croc are the only good rogue redesigns in the whole series, evBody else ugly as shit.

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super-unpredictable98 · 4 years ago

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Hard Candy (~Misfits AU~)

Chapter 6: Getting Away With Murder For Dummies

Warning: strong language, implied smut, mention of death and alcohol.

(Hard Candy Masterlist)

I'm usually not one to waste water, but when I got home I took the longest shower of my life. Carrying corpses around was no walk in the park, the smell stuck with me for a while. I was really hoping no one would decide to look in that tiny forgotten room, but knowing Nathan was there made me feel more at ease.

- There she is, I've been waitin' for ya - I heard that familiar voice as I was walking to the Center in the morning.

- Oh, and why is that? - I replied playfully.

- I haven't kissed you in what? 5 hours? That's way too much.

- We should rectify that...

Nathan grinned widely before pulling me closer to meet my lips. His tongue teasing them until I allowed it in my mouth, his hands instantly sliding down to my arse to give it a playful squeeze.

- That's better - he said, catching his breath.

- Did you dream of me or something? - I ran my hand over his hair.

- Yeah, and it was a nice one, woke up covered in spunk.

- I'm so flattered... Maybe later you can show me what happened in your dream?

- It'll be my pleasure - he bowed dramatically - and yours.

- So, what have you eaten for breakfast? - I locked arms with him as we walked to the Center.

- A pack o’Revels, why?

- Oh nothing... I just happen to have a couple of turkey cheese sandwiches and some fresh juice laying on my backpack. Would you be interested in that?

- You made that for me? - The look in his eyes broke my heart.

- Yeah, I always see you eating that crap, so thought you might like some real food for a change.

- Wow - I thought I was about to hear some cheeky remark, but it wasn't the case - thanks, no one's ever worried 'bout me like that.

- Well, I hope you like it - I gave him the paper bag I brought.

- Are you always this sweet or am I just really good at sex?

- A little bit of both...

Nathan started devouring the food, I wonder how long it's been since he had a real meal. Doesn't matter, he deserved it after getting me food and beer so many times in the future when I was studying late at night.

- I know who did it! - Kelly's scream as we entered the locker room made Nathan nearly choke.

- Who was it? - I asked.

- It's Jodi! Saw her ex-boyfriend, he's bald too! I think she's got a power or somethin', that bitch did this to me!

- She has the power to turn people bald? That is rubbish - Nathan giggled before taking a sip of orange juice.

- When I catch her, I'm gonna batter 'er, rip her tits off!

- Hey, you lot - Simon came in with a smile followed by Curtis and Alisha - I know what we can do with the bodies.

- Go on then, spit it out - Kelly leaned against the lockers.

- We should bury the bodies under the foundations of the environmental monitoring station before they pour in the concrete.

- So your plan is to dig up the bodies and then rebury them in the exact same place... You're a genius! - Nathan smiled.

- That works! - Curtis nodded.

- That's so smart, Si - I nudged his arm.

- It's okay... - Nathan scoffed, suddenly bothered with all the praise Simon was getting.

- We're gonna need your dad's car - Curtis turned to Alisha.

- Yeah, whatever... - She rolled her eyes.

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By the end of the day, we all reunited to wait for the car and get the bodies out of the Center.

- So, what are you doin' after work? - Nathan put an arm around me.

- I'm meeting a very cute bloke who lives nearby.

- Oh - he was taken aback - I hope you have fun...

- It's you, dumbass - Kelly shook her head - you're the bloke.

- Ah, that makes sense - he sighed relieved - hey, where's she goin'?

Alisha was leaving with Ben to God knows where to do God knows what for God knows how long.

- She hookin' up with him? - Kelly asked, slightly grossed out.

- That is definitely on - Nathan laughed.

- How are we supposed to move the bodies without her dad's car? - I looked at Simon for an answer, but he had none.

- You need to get that tart on the phone and tell her we need her dad's car to shift the stiffs! - Nathan whispered angrily at Curtis, who ignored it completely.

- Where are you goin’? We need to move the bodies... - Kelly muttered.

- You deal with it! - Curtis shouted as he walked off.

- We can take Sally's car - Simon suggested.

- Who's Sally? - Nathan looked at him puzzled.

I chuckled watching Simon's face, Nathan is lucky to be this cute and funny, because brains are not his strong suit...

- Let's go, I have my first student in less than two hours - I hurried back to the center.

- I'll turn invisible and grab Sally's keys - Simon explained.

- That's a great plan.

- It's fine... Like is it really that great? - Nathan took my hand, was he jealous of Si? That's honestly hilarious.

In just a few minutes Simon had the keys and we all went upstairs to get the bodies. Let me tell you... If I thought it was heavy last night with everyone helping, today it was almost impossible to carry those guys.

Somehow we managed to get them to the car and were trying to stuff them in the boot. When I say we, I mean Kelly, Simon, and I because Nathan was in the driver's seat looking in the mirror.

- Wanna give us a hand? - Kelly sounded annoyed.

- I'm the designated driver - Nathan turned around appalled.

- Come help us, Nate - I moaned - please... Otherwise, I'll be so tired after work, I'll just fall right asleep.

- On it - Nathan was out of the car in a split second.

- Thank you - I kissed his cheek softly.

- Which one's this? - Nathan groaned as we lifted the second body.

- The probation worker - Simon replied.

- He's a fat bastard... Oh shit! Get down!

Nathan pulled my hand and it took me a second to understand what we were hiding from. Sally was walking towards the car. My heart was beating so fast I'm pretty sure one would hear it from a mile away.

Sally looked for her keys and obviously didn't find them, if we were lucky she would go back inside to look in her office, but as you probably noticed by now... We're not that lucky.

- Where are the keys? - I turned to Nathan.

Fear dawned on his face as we heard the sound of the engine starting. I guess when I said brains were not his strong suit, I meant he has none.

- Shit... - He grimaced.

- Nathan! I can't fucking believe this, man! - I scolded.

- C'mon, Lollipop, I already feel bad enough, don't look at me like that...

- How do you want me to look at you after you've done something so stupid?

- With tenderness and lust?

- Oh, fuck off... - I pushed him as we all walked back to the Center - You gotta call Curtis and tell him what happened.

- Why me?

- Cause you're the useless prick that put us in this situation! - Kelly barked.

- Fair enough... - Nathan nodded sadly. I almost felt bad, but then I remembered that our probation worker was driving around with two dead bodies in the trunk.

When we got to the roof, Nathan grabbed his phone to call Curtis, maybe he'd be able to rewind time or some shit.

- Hey, man, so we were doin’ that little task and we ran into some trouble. We tried to steal the probation worker's car, but she came out and we had to hide. Someone left the keys in the ignition, but there's no point in namin’ names, it's done now. So she's drivin' around with the stiffs in the boot o'her car. Just thought you'd wanna know... Anyway, call me.

- Now let's hope he gets the message... - I rubbed my eyes violently.

- So I guess that's it - Nathan put his head on my lap and looked up at me - we're goin’ to prison.

- My career teacher always said I'd end up there - Kelly seemed conformed as well.

- You'll do well in prison, you have the whole bald thing, you're well butch...

Kelly started hitting him repeatedly and he squirmed trying to dodge her hand.

- You know you hit me a lot!

- Yeah, cuz you're a dick!

I caressed Nathan's hair slowly, I was still very much pissed at him, but I don't think he deserved all of those slaps...

- Maybe she won't look in the boot - Simon tried to make us feel better, which I thought was adorable.

- Fingers crossed ey? - Nathan smiled sarcastically.

- It's the best we can hope for - I shrugged - I didn't wanna leave you guys alone like this, but I have to go to work.

- No, please stay - Nathan pleaded - if you leave, Kelly will beat me senseless.

- Well, you deserve it! - She narrowed her eyes at him.

- It's not like I have a choice, Nats - I avoided looking into his sad puppy dog eyes - I'll be done in a few hours.

- Alright, then you come back?

- Promise.

- And you promise not to fall right asleep?

- Yes - I rolled my eyes with a smile.

- One more thing... Will you stay with me tonight? I might be freakin’ out a little bit over the whole jail thing.

- Yeah, no problem, I'll bring dinner.

- I don't deserve you, Lyds! - He playfully clutched his chest.

- You're right about that... - Kelly mumbled.

It was nice to forget the whole "we might go to jail" thing for a bit and just focus on something else, it wasn't easy, but it was nice.

After I was done with work, I put on some nicer clothes, packed my essentials, picked up dinner, and headed to the Community Center.

- Hey, did someone order burgers and beer with a side of Lollipop? - I shouted as I walked through the door.

- Thank God, I thought you wouldn't come - Nathan looked at me from his "room" upstairs.

- Sorry, I had to prepare someone for an audition, but I'm gonna make it up to you.

- I can think of a few ways for you to do that... - He smirked, watching me go up the stairs.

- How can you think of that when we might be getting arrested in a few hours?

- Well, if I'm goin' to prison, I wanna have one last night of happiness - he held me and kissed me softly.

- Yeah, me too - I bit my lip - but after dinner, I'm starving and I think we'll probably need the energy...

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I couldn't sleep much, but I guess I was lucky compared to Nathan, who got absolutely no rest at all. When I opened my eyes in the morning, he was looking at me and slowly stroking my hair.

- Hey - his voice was almost like a whisper - you look adorable when you sleep.

- Why are you being so cute out of a sudden? Where's my gobby Nathan?

- I've been so worried about goin’ to jail that I forgot you're also goin’ to jail - he frowned - I don't even wanna think about that...

- Nate, we're gonna find a way, we're not going to jail alright?

- How can you be so sure?

- I'm not, but I just have a feeling, you need to trust me - I ran my hand over his bare chest - now let's get ready, the others will be here any mi...

- Nathan? Lydia? - I heard Simon's voice coming from downstairs.

- Here, man - Nathan called.

- Oh my God! - Simon covered his eyes when he spotted us - You are...

- Naked? Oh yeah, it happens when a guy and girl have sex, you'll get there one day - Nate mocked.

I got dressed completely mortified, but Nathan, being the shameless prick he is, was pretty much unfazed.

After a long awkward silence where I avoided looking at Simon at all costs, the others arrived, almost at the same time.

- Did any of you get any sleep last night? - Nathan asked.

- No... - Curtis huffed.

- Hey, Lyds - Kelly pulled me to the side - you know what's gonna happen right? You know what we need to do to fix this...

- I wish I did, but I don't - I pressed my lips together.

- C'mon, didn't I ever tell you 'bout the time we shoved two bodies in the probation worker's car? It seems like a story I would tell my friend.

- No, you guys never told me anything cause you were scared to traumatize me.

- We would've been arrested by now if she found the bodies - Alisha tried to rationalize.

- Maybe they're waiting until we're all together - Simon said, scared.

- Why would you say somethin’ like that? - Nathan whimpered - Let's wait outside, she'll be here soon and we need to run.

We all silently agreed and sneaked out to hide and wait for Sally. Nathan was holding me like he was scared that I'd run away or disappear, his face squeezed against my breasts and the arms firmly wrapped around my back.

As the car slowly approached its parking spot, everything seemed normal, seems like we got away with it after all.

- She didn't look in the boot... - Kelly smiled.

- We're gonna be ok, we're not goin’ to prison! - Nathan celebrated by planting several kisses all over my chest.

- No! - Curtis panted - She's gonna get out of the car, she's gonna look in the boot and she's gonna find the bodies.

- How do you know? - Alisha asked.

- It's already happened once - he was petrified with fear.

- Oh, so now you rewind time... - Nathan raised his eyebrows.

- Thank God he did or we would all go to jail - I gave him a pointed look.

- Get the bodies, I got this - Nate sighed heavily.

I was a little bit scared of what he was about to do, but I just watched as Nathan grabbed a brick from a small pile on the sidewalk and threw it straight towards Sally's windshield. I looked agape at Kelly and she shrugged in response, that was so badass!

- What the hell are you doing? - Sally shouted.

- It's just... Pure mindless vandalism - Nathan flashed that beautiful smile of his.

- What's wrong with you? Are you mentally deficient? - She hissed.

- If I was mentally deficient I would've missed, check that out... Bull's eye!

I couldn't stop laughing, Nathan was about to get in so much trouble, but that was the funniest shit I've seen all week. Kelly covered my mouth with her hand, scared that my amusement would get Sally's attention, but I couldn't help it.

- My office. Now!

As Sally took Nathan inside, the rest of us quickly dragged the bodies out of the car and made sure no one was watching as we sloppily buried them under the flyover.

We had about 30 minutes until the workers arrived at the site. There was no point in digging too much since soon they would be covered in concrete anyway. I just hoped none of them noticed anything different and decided to investigate.

After we were done, the five of us watched from afar as the workers arrived and began to prepare the foundations. Simon's idea worked perfectly, I gave him a smile while we watched the concrete pour. The perfect ending to the perfect crime...

Hopefully now we'll have some peace until the next weird scary shit happens to us for no reason whatsoever.

The rest of the day was uneventful and I was very grateful for that. We just moved the boxes to be shipped to Africa and dealt with the uncomfortable stares Ben was giving to Alisha.

I honestly have no idea what went down between these two, but it didn't seem good, I guess it was possible to hate him after all...

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- There is our hero - I walked into the rooftop after we were done and sat on Nathan's lap.

- Don't say that, he's already full of himself... - Curtis shook his head.

- Well, I was a hero today, I think I deserve a little recognition - Nathan leaned back with a shit-eating grin and his arms folded behind his head.

- What happened to you by the way? - I mindlessly played with the collar of his uniform and the chain around his neck.

- Well, for starters...

- What was that? - I giggled.

- You want me to say it again? - He cocked an eyebrow with a smirk.

- Yeah.

- Starters - he said slowly.

- Again - I murmured.

- Starters... - He chuckled.

- What the fuck is that? - Curtis looked at us disgusted.

- Oh, Lyds is a fan of my accent, gets her all hot and bothered - Nathan clarified.

- Ah, man... Can't you do this somewhere else?

- It's not like we're shagging - I rolled my eyes.

- Yet - Nathan added.

- And we won't, not now, I got work soon - I looked back at him.

- Not even if I say... Thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three? - He whispered next to my ear.

- Stop that! - I pushed him softly.

- What? What did I do? - That cynical bastard...

- Can't believe this is over - Alisha purposefully interrupted.

- Doesn't matter who's after us now, they're never gonna find the bodies - Kelly agreed.

- They're gonna think the probation worker is still alive - Simon said timidly - I stole his credit card and used it to book a flight.

- That is smart... - Curtis smiled.

- You're so good at this, Si - I turned to look at him.

- Yeah, nice one, weird kid - Nathan gave one of his famous backhanded compliments.

Simon's face lit up with the praise. Truth be told, without him we would all be dead by now, he's the brain of the gang.

- We should all go out for a drink, to celebrate - Simon got up - like an ironic fuck you to the probation worker. We're all out having a good time and you're buried under the foundations of an environmental monitoring station!

- See you all tomorrow, yeah? - Alisha ignored Simon's offer, winking at Curtis instead, with a knowing grin.

- Later - Curtis immediately jumped from his chair and followed Alisha back inside.

- There's no way I'm goin’ out until my hair grows back - Kelly looked at Simon apologetically.

- Well - Nathan took my hand so we could both get up.

- You wanna come out for a drink? - Simon asked, still hopeful.

- You askin’ me out on a date? - Nathan teased.

- No, I meant all of us...

- Did you? I am not your whore! - Nathan put a finger on Simon's face, his voice nearly cracking with fake desperation.

- Sorry, Si, I’m already late - I managed to say while cackling hysterically - come over for a beer tomorrow, though?

- Yeah - Simon seemed satisfied with compromising.

- Am I invited? - Nathan nudged my arm trying to play it cool.

- Um, let me think about it... - I chewed on my lip - Yeah, I guess you can come.

- You're a little tease, you know that?

- Yeah... Yeah, I know.

#misfits #Misfits tv #misfits nathan #misfits fanfic #misfits imagine #imagine #fanfic #Nathan Young #multichapter

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nahoyaglock · 4 years ago

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Frobi selfship headcannons

!!sfw!!

shigabi, tenfro, fronaka, frobishima, inuobi, frokuto, aobi, frotani, fromi, ushibi, frobinoya, katsubi hcs

a/n: sorry for these long ass headcanons, i hope yall enjoy them tho?? also sorry for the reoccurring mention of my terrible paranoia </3 im going through a hard time w it rn, pls excuse me

reblogs on selfship posts are super appreciated!

shigabi

video games

i am his baby! he has a soft spot for me :3

lets me sit in his lap while he plays video games

hc that shigaraki is a twitch streamer instead of a villain and he streams with me on his lap

messy hair, black headset, pajama pants and a black hoodie vs pink tank top, white skirt, pink bows and a fuzzy blanket

we own cats named wario and waluigi >:3

we play ow and animal crossing together

he plays shooters and horror games while i play otome games and rhythm games

watching happy feet and cuddling, lets me lay between his legs as he plays with my hair

calls me brat and baby

cooks me seafood

some days i want him to baby me, other days we go run around at 4am

teases me bc of my height, leanes down to give me kisses

randomly tugs on my hair and pretends he didnt do it throught the day

i kick his ugly ass ankles /j

tenfro

baking, cuddling, horror movies and videos games 24/7

both bullied so we confine in each other and comfrt the other well

hes very caring so he always checks in, even when i seem fine

notices my mood changes

"do you need a hug?" and just hugs me bc he knows i do

he likes to rest his head on my chest when he rants to me

booping noses and interlocked hands ♡

ushijima gives us rides everywhere

their manager, so i have to make sure tendou does well

the other team members are happy im dating tendou, especially ushijima

sitting with tendou on the bus to their matches

kisses and hugs after every match and practice match

lets me wear his jersey bc he hates when other guys look at me

one time terushima tried to flirt w me and he made ushi scare him away

fronaka

hand on ass always.

tries to fight any guy that even comes near me

me, ryu and noya, the trio !

walks me to class with his arm around my waist

basically bestfriends to lovers so we spemd all our time together like we did before we were dating

still a slight kiyoko simp but lmao so am i, we admire her beauty together

brags to the team about me, telling them random things about me

"frobis favorite food are clams!" crosses gis arms proudly

"ryuu, you dumbass" insert me slapping the back of his bald head

saeko teasing him and telling him to treat me well

says "hey bae" and probably uses the devil emoji ajxjzjx

plays with my hair, he loves my curls :D

we prolly have a dog, small dog bc ooi dogs scary,, D:

frobishima

always has an arm around me

denki bestie af !

also one that i can relate to so we can share our experiences and comfort each other

top kin so we get along very well and have alot of the same interests

movie nights w/ the bakusquad

cuddling kiri the whole time and making the rest of them feel single

he likes to pinch my shoulder to get my attention

big smiles and playful biting :D

he probably has alot of my clothes left at his house bc i like wearing his shirts

insert kiri cooking while i back hug him <3

likes to princess carry me, and carries me when im sleepy

thigh kisses bc he loves them alot <3

best an comforting, sings me to sleepy and helps me when i have really bad paranoia </3

true loml

inuobi

walk to school together everyday

sometimes we race

brings me a breakfast bar, sometimes his mom makes me a morning snack too

little pecks and hand holding

we're like two energetic puppies in a relationship

i always attend his games and cheer for him and the boys

insert kuroo, tora, kenma, and kai acting like my dads

me and inu doing puppy eyes for little spoon, he usually gives in and takes big spoon

lots compliments and blushing

"inu, y-you look cute today"

"frobi, you look s-stunning"

comfort buddies!

convinces the coach to let me ride on the bus with them to tournaments

sleppys babies on the back of the bus

members have pictures of us sleeping

sharing a blanket that kai gave to us bc the bus was cold and sharing a scarf that inuoka bought me for winter

frokuto

if hes sad, im sad :( if im sad, hes sad :(((

my energy beam, my number one, my ace 🥺

he loves to hold my small hands in his big ones, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb

he'd walk around at tournaments, big star bo with his tiny cute girlfriend

saru, komi, and konoha give me headpats

bo pouts because they didnt guve him head pats

many pats for the ace!! :D

during lunch i hang w him and akaashi, akaashi having to deal w me and bos shenanigans

lowkey, we probably bring him stress

me and bo go on night time adventures, he drives us <3

brings home ramen after a long day of practice

when hes sad he cries into my chest and i play with his hair

"its okay bo, your still my ace" kisses and more kisses and more kisses

he loves to hold my thumbs and kiss my wrists

always looks for me when he has a match, sees me cheering the loudest for him <3

hes my baby, he'll smiles at me and ill cry

aobi

listener

he lets me talk about my interests and day, i let him talk about his

loves to be supportive, my shoulder to lean on

we take public transportation after school to get to our house

he lets me lean against him and sleep, tired from a long day, he'll wrap his large arm around me

he opened up after a while and smiles more, sometimes he'll lightly giggle, one time i made him laugh for 5 whole mins

hes so golden in my eyes, lake dates, he likes to just walk with me

treats me to food whenever we go out

i help him be more open and push him to be himself, but i respect his boundaries !!!

if he feels uncomfortable he'll poke my back gently

i take him away from the uncomfortable situation and ask what was wrong so that it doesnt happen again

people ask why im dating him bc hes "scary"

my response is a punch to the face

jkjk, its none of their business why, but its bc hes very sweet and kind hearted, who couldn't love an angel like my nobu? :]

frotani

complicated hc?? i have like two ways it could go, my top is def still me being a shiratorizawa girl bc lmao canon !!

met him through levy, (@bigger-simp-than-kazuichi) aoba johsais manager

she introduced me to her besyies, kyo and yahaba

"hey, you're the one they call mad dog?" he hates that now but responds with "yes, im mad dog."

levy invites me to alot of their events if im not busy, lowkey oikawa is salty bc im shiratorizawas manager

kyotani stays at my side, we talk about our days and his live for volleyball

we exchange numbers and he messages me at night, we have hour long conversations till one of us falls asleep

late night calls, he just grumbles and scoffs at anything i say and he just waits for me to sleep before hanging up

confesses to me at a match infront of my team, i just kissed him in response

he visits me whenever he can, and brings me food and gifts

imagine aoba johsai vs shiratorizawa, rip kyo lmao ushi get his ass /j

kyotani likes to hold mt hands and wrap my in his jacket and scarf

barks at anyone who bothers me, loves when i sit on his lap btw

fromi

komi will pick me up over his shoulder and drag me to the room when he wants cuddles

loves horror movies, horror movie marathons any time of the year

he likes and kiss my jaw and hold my thumbs

calls me short when he's not that much taller than me

we curse at each other every 5 minutes

insert sarukui climbing through our windows atleast once a month to have a movie marathon with us

komi likes to slap my head

we probably play fight all the time, definently turns into something more intense

akaashi and konoha break us up and me and komi will be confused

"whats wrong? We were just playing"

"yall were strangling each other"

"we're fineee~"

chaotic, we always look like were fighting or arguing

"fuck you, i hate you" "fuck you too bitch"

holds hands and deep kisses the next second

akaashi lowkey hates dealing with us, bokuto loves us skxj

ushibi

shira and hayato convinced me to join at their manager

the original shiratorizawa manager, ceo of the company 😎

they introduced me to the team, and they took a liking to me

ushijima was by my side alot, helped me with my job and carrying thing especially

he was so kind and even spoke to me, asked if i ate, if i slept well, if i needed anything

didn't realize it was different from what he normally was like until tendou asked about it

one time ushi was walking me home and i asked him about it, but he was definently confused

"i, guess so. your attractive and have a good personality. i would date you."

hes so blunt, awkwardly blunt

so we,, started dating, and now he really never leaves my side

i got haterz bc im THE ushiwakas bby girl 🙈

gives me headpats and kisses before everymatch

lets me wear his team jacket, huge on my small figure

he enjoys our height difference, he thinks i look cute when i look up at him :3

teaches me how to play volleyball, even smiles when i land a good serve

patches me up whenever i get hurt, slight frown if i ever fall

hes,, kinda fatherly? a person w no dad calling someone fatherly sjcjxj lmao 🙈🙈

nurturing and caring, ushi i will kiss you, probably calls me by my full name, fro, manager, baby, and sometimes even brat

frobinoya

hes woke, i just know it

all the characters prolly woke but hes woke asf!!

we run around, literally our whole relationship is mainly just running around and being wild

arcade hangouts after school/practice

he loves arcade games so much, and so do i

we take off guard pictures of each other, also chaotic and blurry pictures

he'll kick me in the butt, que me chasing him till i run out of breath

he likes to support my interests, loves to watch me practice dancing

we wear cat ears and maid outfits and take pictures in his room at like 5am when the sun rises

videos of us kissing and cuddling in his gallery

posts on insta to make ryuu jealous

buys me cute skirts bc he knows i love to look pretty for him !!

im his pretty kitty ♡♡

likes to call me his girly~ and his serotonin

holds my hand whenever im feeling sad and strokes my cheek with his thumb

lowkey has a good voice, sings heather to me while he nuzzles his nose into my jaw

katsubi

random kisses throughout the day

pinky holding bc he likes my small hands

leans over me when he wants a kiss

gets teased by the squad and just endures it bc he likes the way i giggle when they do

head pats ! lots :3

likes to show off infront of class 1-b by holding me close and kissing me

brings me lunches he cooked and likes to feed me

always finds an excuse to be on my team for training or being my training buddy

barks at anyone who tries to train with me /j

walking me to school and home, even brings me over

mitsuki loves it whenever i come over and makes cookies when i do

katsuki helps her make the cookies D: so precious

never kisses infront of his parents bc he doesnt want to deal with their teasing and nagging

sings ballads, will sing me to sleep, probably listens to rap and rnb, some rock, but will sing me some khalid since he knows i love him

probably sung me "can i be him" one night when my paranoia got bad <//3

i laid on his chest and he ran his fingertips up and down my back, singing softly to me until i fell asleep

forehead kiss before he drifted to sleep as well, katsuuuu :( <3

@kekozume @nekosvno

#self ships #shigabi #tenfro #fronaka #frobishima #inuobi #frokuto #aobi #frotani #fromi #ushibi #frobinoya #katsubi #frobis.💿

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Sebastian x Reader (Ch. 4)

Hey guys!! So sorry for such a late post but I've been reaaallly busy lately. Hope you guys like this one!! What do you think is gonna happen next? ;) Pt.5 coming soon!! <3

You woke before first light. Another day as a commoner, you sighed to yourself as you proceeded to get out of bed and ready yourself for the day. While you were just about to finish, there was a knock at your door.

“It is Sebastian milady. I came to see if you required any assistance in preparing for the day.” you heard Sebastian’s muffled voice on the other side of the door.

You opened the door to be met by a smiling Sebastian. “There’s no need for that Sebastian. I can ready myself and besides since when do commoners have butlers to assist them in readying themselves?” You asked playfully with a raised brow.

He looked you over and responded with a disappointed sigh. “I had hoped that I may be able to assist you today madame. As your devoted husband, I’d be happy to assist you in putting your clothes on...” He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, “...and taking them off.”

It won’t be that easy demon. You thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes at his remark, pushing past him to meet with Ciel. You heard him chuckle, following after you into his master’s room.

“I hope you are well rested milord.” you greeted the young boy politely as you walked into his room.

“And I, you milady.” He nodded at you from the window he was staring out of. “Today, we must work on gathering more information. We should make a family outing today. See if we’re able to spot anything suspicious.”

“Understood.” you nodded in agreement to the plan.

“Yes, my Lord.” Sebastian bowed.

We wasted no time continuing the investigation. You did have to admit that the sight of the three of you did serve to be an exemplary picture of a “perfect” family. Well, to the outside eye of course. If only they could hear the bickering and sarcastic commentary being thrown around, especially coming from Sebastian.

The three of you were making your way towards a tavern where another family stayed. You decided it best to split up and go your own ways to cover more ground. Each of you going your own way under the guise of doing something else that a totally normally family would do on a regular day. Ciel went ahead and played “explorer,” while Sebastian went to “inquire for jobs at the lumber mill” and you went to the market to gather up ingredients for dinner. All the while, the three of you were just scoping out any clues or suspects worth reporting back to each other.

With a basket in your hand, you slowly walked through the market, smiling at the vendors as they tried shoving products in your face for you to purchase. You casually eyed the vegetables, occasionally picking on up to inspect before placing it in your basket. Looking through the vegetables, you carefully looked for any characters who looked like they would know anything about missing children or the dead couples popping up. Your silent observations were interrupted by a cry.

“I’m sorry!! I won’t do it again!! I promise!!” a young boy, about the age of 6, pleaded to the bald man grabbing his wrist.

“You little bastard!! Do you know what we do to thieves like you?!?” The man screamed into the boy’s face as he yanked him closer.

You winced at the violent scene before you, listening to the little boy’s cries.

“Please it’s for my sister!! She’s sick!” The boy screamed through tears. You watched as the man lifted his hand, ready to strike the boy. Is anyone going to do anything?! You thought, looking around at the passing faces. Some were somber, while others nodded in agreement with the man punishing the boy. But, to your surprise, most of the people simply turned a blind eye and kept on with their shopping. Suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore. You were in front of the boy in an instant, blocking the man’s fist before pushing it away from you.

Your eyes narrowed at him, “I think that’s quite enough, Sir.”

The whole market place stopped, beholding the sight before them. Getting a closer look at the man, he was a ghastly sight. He was a big bloke, about 193cm(6′4″) and about 20 stone(280lbs). He towered over you and the child that now took refuge behind you, clutching onto the back of your dress.

“Are you this thief’s mother, wench? How about you teach your boy some manners and just go back to the sewers, you dogs!!” the man spat out.

Without answering his question, you turned to the boy, crouching down to meet his eye. He was staring at the floor bashfully with tears still streaming down his face and nose still running. You smiled at him, offering him a handkerchief you had stowed away in your pocket.

“Are you okay?” You asked gently.

He nodded in response, taking the handkerchief and wiping his face. You noticed he kept one hand behind his back as he anxiously kicked the dirt, still not daring to look back up.

“DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID WOMAN?! IS THAT LITTLE RUNT YOUR BOY?!” The man fumed, frustrated at your lack of care for his presence.

You ignored him once again, still attending to the crying boy in front of you.

“Can I see?” you asked, gently grabbing the arm he was hiding behind his back. The arm that the man had so roughly grabbed a few minutes before. You inspected the boy’s now bruised wrist. You heard a whimper as you turned his arm to inspect the damage done by this man. You looked up to see him wincing in pain. Nothing broken. You sighed in relief, you looked up at him once more. You picked up the 2 apples that were dropped on the floor from the previous altercation handing them back to the boy, “Did you just want to get this for you sister? To make her feel better?”

Before the boy can answer, you were jolted back and knocked off your feet by an incredible force. “I DON’T LIKE BEING IGNORED YOU BITCH!! YOU AND THAT LITTLE BRAT OF YOURS WILL PAY FOR STEALING FROM ME. I’LL CUT BOTH YOUR BLOODY HANDS OFF!!”

You stood back up, dusting the dirt off your clothes. You could feel the anger boiling up inside of you. So much so that you didn’t know if you can control yourself from causing even more of a scene. But at that point, you didn’t care. You started walking towards the man, using your powers to sharpen your nails under your sleeves into points sharper than daggers. Sorry Lord Ciel, I know this was not part of the plan. Suddenly, you were stopped. To your surprise there was a man standing in between you and the angry shopkeeper, blocking you from your prey.

“Please sir, we don’t want any trouble.” He tossed the shopkeeper a few coins before getting ahold of my arm and turning me to walk the other way. “That should cover for the stolen goods.”

The shopkeeper huffed in annoyance but seemed satisfied with the payment he received. “Take your woman and leave. You better hope I never see your faces again. And tell that little rat, wherever he slipped off to, to never come back here either!!”

That’s when you noticed that there was no sign of the boy. Probably got scared and ran off. You thought, a little disappointed you weren’t able to help him even further. Your thoughts were interrupted by the strange man that jumped in front of you earlier. He was pulling you away, still apologizing to the shopkeeper. Before leaving, you looked over your shoulder at the shopkeeper. Your eyes flashed red as he met your eye. You saw him turn pale, before he started screaming that you were a witch. Hearing the commotion, you were quickly pulled into an alleyway by the man that had “saved you” earlier, or rather, saved the shopkeeper.

“Who are you?” You asked defensively, taking two steps away from the stranger.

He looked up at you with a blush, shyly scratching the back of his head. “Me? Oh, I’m nobody. I just saw a pretty lady in trouble and thought you could use some help.” he chuckled nervously.

You eyed him suspiciously, “I didn’t need any help. I was handling the situation, perfectly fine.”

This made the man laugh. “Oh sure. That’s definitely what was happening.” he chuckled sarcastically.

You huffed in annoyance, pushing past him to go back into the market.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!!” He shouted, jumping in front of you to stop you from leaving. “I was just kidding... I mean, I saw what you did for the boy. It was very courageous of you. Admirable, even.” He blushed at his last words, looking down at the floor. “My name is Henry by the way.” He gave you a warm smile, putting out his hand.

You gave him a half smile looking down at his hand, still suspicious. You have to admit that he was a very handsome young man. He was about your age and stood as tall as Sebastian. He was even as handsome as Sebastian was, except his hair was brown and eyes were green. He had a boyish charm to him with very kind eyes. “I’m (Y/N).” you answered back.

“(Y/N).” He smiled, testing out your name on his tongue. “Well nice to meet you milady.” He grinned with an exaggerated bow, taking your hand in his and planting a kiss on it.

You laughed in response ready to make a snarky remark back to him. However, that was cut short by the familiar voice you heard behind you.

“(Y/N), I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” You turned to be met by Sebastian, only he didn’t really seem to be paying you any notice. He was bearing his eyes into the kind stranger you had just met. There was a glint in his eye that you’ve never seen before. His body was uncharacteristically tense.

Why am I so irritated? He questioned himself. Why do I have the strong urge to kill this man? He’s done nothing. He’s just a human. A fly. Sebastian wasn’t too sure why he suddenly had to make an appearance. He was watching you the whole time. From the very moment you stepped into the market place. He was able to finish all his duties very quickly so he decided it best to spy on you for a little while. After all, the young Lord did advised him to keep and eye on you. He silently observed you from afar, even holding himself back when witnessing your altercation with the shopkeeper. Although he was annoyed at the harshness of the shopkeeper towards you, he still wanted to see what you would do in response. Then he noticed it. The power. The dark aura. It was almost like you were a demon. But she can’t be... Can she? He watched on, curiously and excitedly waiting for what was to become of the shopkeeper. For what was to become of you. That’s when he came in. This man, jumping in front of you like he was saving you from the big, scary shopkeeper. Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as he watch this man take you in his arms and lead you away from the commotion. Interesting... He continued his silent watch, noticing the bashfulness in the man’s body language. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the obvious infatuation this man had for you. How irritating. It’s like watching a child. He thought, watching on in disgust. Then it happened. He grabbed your hand and kissed it. Before Sebastian could stop himself, he was already standing behind you, staring this stranger down with his ruby red eyes.

He instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him territorially. You looked up at him, a bit confused. Although he presented himself as calm and collected, his eyes were telling a whole different story. “Ahh Sebastian.” you said, breaking the silence and obvious tension. You looked over at Henry, who seemed unfazed by the sudden appearance of this silent, dark man. You tried desperately to break this awkward tension by giving introductions. “Sebastian, this is Henry. He uhh, saved me in the market earlier from this horrible shopkeeper. Which I am very grateful for.” You smiled at Henry who only returned the warmth. “And Henry this is Sebastian. My-”

“Her husband.” Sebastian cut you off with a smug look on his face.

Henry looked a bit disappointed at the words Sebastian just said but soon covered it back up with the same warm smile he greeted you with. “Well nice to meet you mate.” He stuck his hand out to shake Sebastian’s hand.

Sebastian gave Henry a fake smile, before taking his hand and shaking it sternly. You were surprised at Sebastian’s sudden smugness but then you realized it. Is he... jealous?! You almost laughed but you held it in, not daring to stir up any more commotion than there already has been.

Henry shook his head and chuckled before turning to you. “Well, I should’ve known a pretty lady such as yourself would already be spoken for.” He gave you another bashful smile. Your eyes widened at his forwardness as you kept a close eye on Sebastian, watching for his reaction.

He then turned to Sebastian, “You’re a lucky man. She’s a very courageous woman. Better be careful mate, someone might come and take her from you.” With a last wink shot at you, Henry disappeared into the dark alleyway, leaving you with Sebastian’s growing dark aura.

You looked down to see Sebastians fists clenched in annoyance. “Uhh, Sebastian?” you questioned.

Sebastian was boiling with anger, his hands clutched tightly into fists. That insolent human cockroach. With one flick of my finger, his existence is ceased. He swore in his thoughts, watching Henry’s figure disappear into the alley. He was snapped out of his own thoughts when he heard you call out to him. He sighed, a bit relieved. Why am I relieved? Why was I even irritated?

“What was that?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Sebastian gave you another one if his signature smiles. “I might ask you the same question, Darling.” The last word laced with sarcasm and a bit of venom.

You can sense Sebastian’s annoyance through his body language and tone. But why? You stared at him a bit with a raised brow before sighing and starting in the opposite direction that Henry had walked off in. You weren’t too sure why Sebastian suddenly showed up at your side or why he had so much malice towards Henry but you had an idea. You just wanted to test out if your theory was true. “I was almost attacked by some bald-headed oaf and my handsome savior is what set you off?” you asked, patiently waiting for a reaction.

“So you knew I was watching..” Sebastian remarked, following after you.

“I was watching, too.” you looked back at him with a knowing smirk.

You had noticed Sebastian’s presence when you first got into the altercation with the man. Noticing his dark aura spike with excitement when you ran up to protect the young boy.

Suddenly, Sebastian had you pinned to the wall, grasping both of your wrists in his hands. His eyes dark and his smile, mischievous. “How do you think it makes your husband feel, finding his beloved wife in some dark alleyway with another man? One would believe you to be sneaking around on me, wouldn’t they?”

Your eyes glimmered and you smirked back at the demon before you. You liked challenges. This game was beginning to get even more interesting. The air around you was dense. You felt the all too familiar sensation of Sebastian’s touch on your skin as you two stood there, challenging each other silently. The energy felt electric. And it was growing stronger, as you let the tension between you hang.You shrugged and gave him a sly smile, “Felt we could spice up our marriage a bit and add a third person. I always wanted to try two at a time.”

Sebastian’s hand moved quickly to grasp your throat. He wasn’t threatening to kill you in this situation but he was giving you a warning. He responded with a low chuckle and eyes shining bright, “Oh trust me, Love, you would barely be able to handle me.” His hands grasped a little tighter, slightly restricting your airflow.

You were still able to breath out a teasing laugh, “Is that a threat?”

“Oh it’s a promise.”, Sebastian practically growled in your ear, before licking it.

You stared up at him with a smile, letting him know that you weren’t intimidated by him and that you would not back down. Your eyes involuntarily glowed back in excitement. Sebastian’s eyes widened in shock as he jumped away from you, now in a defensive stance. You laughed at his reaction.

“Aww, I liked this game.” you pouted before grinning up at Sebastian and sighing. “No need to get your knickers in a twist.”

“Who are you? What are you?”, Sebastian asked, silverware at the ready.

You rolled your eyes. “You look ridiculous, using silverware as weapons. I told you, I am not a threat to you or your master. I have no intention of taking the boy’s soul from you. Eat to your heart’s content.” You waved him off, beginning to get a little annoyed. “I am here at my father’s request. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Sebastian stood straight, lowering his silverware weapons. “You’re not human. But I don’t sense you to be a divine being either. What are you?” He asked wearily.

Your eyes flashed a gleam of purple. “An abomination.” you replied.

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