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mingis-lightbulb · 3 years ago

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The Lucky One

(Jung Wooyoung x Reader)

Summary: Being a dancer at club Mist was a relaxing job. You dance, you look cute and you make. All your hard work pays off when your attractive bosses come to visit the club. And one of their eyes ended up landing on you and he wants you, so he's gonna, have you.

Warnings: Dom! Wooyoung, Sub! Reader, unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it babies), teasing, ), gun play, degradation, praise kink, rough sex, pet names, sir kink, Wooyoung being a teasing lil fuck, orgasm denial.

Taglist: @kimroieho @mingissoggywaffles @damissub @wooyoungsbae @yungisstar1117 @yunhomocide @beomnoi @blessednhighlyfavoured @do-you-actually-care @winterciella @soft-teddybear @sanraes @captainjoongiekissme @hijirikaww @staymiracle @gay-for-gaon

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“Everyone makes sure you wear your best outfits, make sure you smell good, make sure you look good!”

Jae-Hee, Our floor mom yelled. Earlier tonight she sent out a text saying that there was an important event happening. She didn’t describe it well, but she said all the owners that were going to be here, and you’d only ever heard about the 8 mysterious men that owned this place.

But the announcement was enough to get all the girls running around like chickens with their heads cut-off, all while you sat confused as Jae-Hee did your makeup.

“You’re going to love our bosses! They are so funny and caring. They also like to give surprise promotions.”

She said excitedly, telling you the exact opposite of what the other girls were telling you. They were saying that your bosses were dangerous, that they’ve killed for someone pissing them off and that they were not a force to be messed with. The last girl that ‘challenged’ The boys was Cherry, a feisty redhead who suddenly quit with tears in her eyes after she was apparently spreading rumors about one of the owners.

“You’re definitely going to woo them and grab their attention.” “Why do I need to be all dolled up like this?” You asked as Jae_Hee moved to start doing your hair adding pretty hairpins and earrings in my ears.

“Were you not listening hunbun? I said our bosses are coming, they come to check the clubs, making sure we are running things right.” She explained backing away to look at your outfit as a whole. “Hell, that’s how I got my position. Ooo~ You look amazing!!” She squeals as she turns you around to face the mirror. You gasp, she was right. Jaehee had done a natural beat on your face with a pretty gloss, she chose silver earrings and a matching butterfly necklace. You reached up to hold the piece in your hand. “Should I wear this Jae?..” You asked as you got out of the chair. She nodded quickly. “Yep! One of our bosses told me to give it to my favorite and best dancer, and that’s you, hun.” She says with a smile on her face.

She ushers you out with the other girls, You feel a boost of confidence. Jae-Hee had said you were the best and that you would catch the owner’s eyes. You smiled softly but couldn’t help but feel the jealous stares of your peers.

As you all walked out, your eyes fell onto a group of 8 males all dressed similar yet so different. The others started mumbling amongst themselves and you could only assume that they were the owners. Your question was answered when JaeHee walked over and gave them all hugs, speaking to them, you went to the back to prepare with the other girls when you were shoved into the wall.

Minyoung, or Treasure as she demands everyone call her (apparently she got called that by one of the bosses and it stuck, ew.) , glared at you with jealous in her eyes. “I don’t know how a rookie like you was able to become the favorite, but it doesn’t i’m gonna get their attention.” She snarled at you and you rolled your eyes. “Please Minyoung. I don’t care, do what you want. “ You said flatly and the girl scoffed. “That’s why we put your pitiful act last Whore! They need to be wowed by something, not bored out their minds.” Your performance was usually first as you preferred to get it out the way. You smirked at the black haired girl and just turned away to get ready.

“That’s why they save the best for last~” You say with a devilish smile watching as she got mad and stomped off. You snickered to yourself, definitely deciding to tell Jae-Hee about this little interaction later.

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Jae-Hee was cheesing the entire night as one of the owners stared at her curiously. “Whatcha smiling so hard for Noona?” “You’ll see Wooyoung. My best dancer is last, not that broad who claimed she was earlier.”

On que, your music started and some of your regulars sprinted up to the stage.

“Let’s go Aurora!” Jae-Hee cheered watching as you slowly removed yourself from the back. Jae-Hee had helped you put this piece together, a routine to the song Te Amo, mostly filled of body rolls and tricks, your favorite area.

As you took center stage you took in the cheering and catcalls from the crowd, when you began, Jae-Hee was singing along and dancing. You beckoned for her to come forward and she feigned in shock as she sauntered forward.

The female sat in a seat in the center of the stage as you moved to settle in her lap.

"Then she said, "Te amo", then she put her hand around me waist”

“I told her, "No", she cried, "Te amo" “

Jae-Hee placed her hands on your waist as they hit the beat of the song, the skirt you had on moving along with your body. She ran her hands up and down your body, her eyes behind you before they were fixated on something. “They’re looking at you (Y/n).” She whispered with a smirk as you prepared to move to the next part.

Moving to the pole you went to climb up it as Jae-Hee moved the chair off the when you got to the top you saw that she was right. All 8 men were staring at you intrigued, but one, in particular, had a little smirk on his face, he had bright blonde hair slicked back to show his short sides. He wore a black shirt that was only done at the last three buttons giving you a view of his chest and matching red slacks with black shoes.

His eyes were following your every move so you decided to make a bold move. When you twirled down from the pool, you got off the stage and headed over to him. His smirk got wider and you reached your hand out, he took it happily as you led him to the same chair that Jae-Hee had used. You pushed him back slightly and took your place on his lap, he raised his hands to your hips. You did the same routine you did with Jae-Hee, except this time you grinded against him earning a quiet groan from him. His hands went to move higher but you stopped him with a playful smirk.

“Listen, we can dance~” You sung to him playfully, watching the amused look he had. “You’re playing a dangerous game princess..” He finally spoke and it made you want to melt in his hands. You collected yourself before raising your hands to his chest and continuing. But you gotta watch your hands~” You teased loving the look he was giving you. Slowly you raised up off of him with a slick grin moving back to the stage. The male was staring hard, licking his lips as he watched your hips sway.

“Watch me all night, I'm moving under the light because I understand

That we all need love

And I'm not afraid”

Your routine finished with you on the floor with your legs crossed a seductive grin on your lips. Money was being thrown at you from every direction and you smiled as Jae-Hee moved to help you. “Aurora.” You raised your head to see the same male from earlier beckoning you over. You felt a shiver go down your smile and Jae-Hee snickered. “Go, I’ll get your money and count it for you.” You nodded and headed over to the table.

“You called me over Sir?” You asked watching as all eyes fell on you. “Yes I did, your performance was really good. Had me a little flustered~” He says teasingly you and you giggle softly. “Thank you so much, sir.” “That is an achievement, because usually Wooyoung is getting people flustered.” Your eyes landed on a male with short blue hair and a x slit in his eyebrow. “My names Hongjoong. I’m the ‘Big boss’ as everyone around here says. And I have to say, you did amazing Miss..” “(Y/n)” You answered for him and he smiled at you. “Such a polite girl. I would love to make you mine,” He said catching you off guard.

“He’s right, you caught all our eyes, but Wooyoung already wanted you from the moment you stepped on that stage.” Another male with long dark hair said, “Oh Shush Seonghwa! You’re mad because you couldn’t make her your little “Secretary”,” Wooyoung says as he hands you something, “Change and meet me up in the office Princess. And don’t keep me waiting.”

You nodded as you turned to leave hearing a soft ‘goddamn’ as you walked away, assuming he was staring at your ass. You blushed as you entered the backroom.

“Ahh what was taking you so long bitch. You get scolded for being boring?” Minyoung asked laughing afterward with two other girls. 9“Nope. Actually, I got praised, three of the bosses wanted to make me theirs. And I’m meeting, I think his name was Wooyoung? In the office right now.” You say with a triumphant smirk on your face. Most of your coworkers gasp and congratulate you while Minyoung growls. “You keep your grubby dirty ass handoff of Wooyoung! Everyone knows that I claimed him already!” She yelled and you rolled your eyes as you headed off to the office, purposely swaying your hips over-exaggerated.

“Oh? Than why couldn’t he keep his hands off me? Oh, wait that’s right. Because he wanted to fuck me and not you!” You fired back as you left the room. As you exited Jaehee was entering and she laughed. “Dear lord you started her up.” She joked and you snickered. “Sorry~” “Nah don’t apologize, go have your fun bitch~ You earned it.” She said as she patted your back. You nodded and headed down the hallway.

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Once getting there you entered the room to see him sitting behind the desk. “Welcome Princess, Take a seat,” Wooyoung says and you move to sit in the sit in front of him but he stops you. “Ah ah, on my lap Princess..” He pants his lap and you feel your cheeks heat up. You slowly move over to plop down on his lap. Wooyoung smirks as he raises a hand to caress your cheek. “Such a pretty little thing you are Princess..” He says lowly his free hand moving along your body, settling on your ass. “Teasing me like that, usually I do the teasing, but you got me all riled up.” He chuckles darkly landing a harsh smack on your ass.

“S-sir..please..” “Ooo,Call me that again and I will not hold myself back.” He warned and you had a playful smirk on your face. You leaned close to his ear and whispered, “What if I don’t want you to Sir?..”

Before you could even blink, you found yourself being slammed onto the desk and a strip of fabric is tied around your eyes. “Such a naughty little princess. You’re going to regret teasing me on that stage.” You let out a whine, your legs were left dangling off the desk and you could already feel heat pooling between your legs. “Lets do away with these bottoms first~” You yelped as you heard a rip and a quick feeling of cold metal. “D-did you?” “Just cut off your bottoms? Yes..I’ll buy my precious more, don’t worry..” He teases. The male runs his hand down your thigh, massaging circles in small areas first before moving down to play with your clit. You jump slightly at the feelng, a small whimper escaping your lips.

“Such a pretty pussy, all for Sir~. God I’m gonna ruin this cunt and make it mine~” Wooyoung’s words went straight to your cunt, and you’re pretty sure he could see how wet you were becoming. He was silent for a bit that was scaring you a bit until you felt the cool metal of a gun pressing into you, you let out a shocked m oan making the blonde chuckle.

“I’m gonna make a mess out of you using my gun first, let’s see if you can come from just this~.”

You moan in response as he started thrusting the weapon in slowly, you could only imagine how you look to him right now. Pitiful small moans were leaving your lips, Wooyoung kept your legs open using his other hand, and he was letting string soft curse words leave his mouth. “Fuck you are so wet Princess...taking this gun so well. I wonder how you’ll take my cock..” You whimper again, feeling yourself clench around the cold metal, “Please…Sir..” You begged softly. Wooyoung hummed in response, “Yes precious? What do you want from Sir?” He asks teasingly.

“G-go faster please..” He laughs as he suddenly speeds up, listening to the sinful noises, “Such a polite princess, still saying please.” He massages a circle into your thigh as he listens to your little whimpers of ‘thank you’ and ‘more please..’. This went on for a little longer, Wooyoung praising you with his filthy mouth as the sounds of the gun abusing your gun.

Suddenly he pulls the gun from you and reaches up to pull the fabric from around your eyes. "Wha...huh-oh.." You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Wooyoung ran his tongue across the gun, soft groans leaving his lips as he licked your juices off. He kept eye contact with you a devilish smirk on his features, “Mhm…taste so good princess..I’m definitely taking you home with me~” He placed the weapon down before moving to unbutton his pants, “Are you ready? Because once I start I might not be able to stop” He asks and you nod, watching as his dropped his pants and boxers. He moved closer to you, his tip already leaking precum. He gives you one final look before sinking his length into you with an almost broken moan.

Wooyoung leans down to place kisses on your chest as he starts a moderate pace, giving you a little time to get used to his size. You were quickly reduced to a moaning mess underneath the male, nothing but breathless whines leaving you. “You’re clenching around me already sweetheart..did you get close just from the gun?~” He teasingly asked and you stayed quiet. He suddenly snapped his hips making you cry out his name, “I asked you a question princess?..” You could barely find the words to answer him and he smirked. “Such a dirty little slut, already fucked silly from a gun. Don’t worry.” He leans to whisper in your ear, “I’ll fuck the answer ut of you”

With those words his thrusts sped up, making your whines go to near screams of pleasure. He simply chuckled at you as his hands went to grip your hips. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty little thing, parading around and teasing the big bad mafia man~. Just begging to be fucked by his cock.” You whimpered and nodded thoughtlessly. “J-just want you Sir..” You managed to get out. “Oh? Are you sure? Seonghwa and Hongjoong were looking at you too darling..would you let them fuck you like this too?”

You shook your head rapidly, “O-only you Sir-fuck!” You cried out, arching your back as he had found that sweet spot. “Thats right princess. Only Sir gets to fuck you like this. Only I get to see you fall apart like this.” He growled as his pace only picked up. You could feel that certain coil in your stomach coming undone, you tried warning Wooyoung but it seem like he was one step ahead of you. Pulling out right before that sweet release could leave you, making you cry out, “S-sir please…please..” You whined out,” I-i’m-” “shh, I’m going to let you cum pretty girl.”

Wooyoung dropped to his knees and his tongue began assaulting your clit, earning a sharp gasp from you. “Fuck fuck, thank you sir-fuckkk” your moans were becoming an incoherent mess as you reached your high. Wooyoung smiled happily as he tongue fucked you, taking in all the cute sounds that came out. You let out a final cry of his name and felt that familiar rush come over you. Wooyoung licked up your juices, his eyes flickering up to look up at you.

He backs away and smirks, “You alright Princess?” He asks and you let out a low hum, “‘m tired now..” You mumbled. “Fuck..and I still have a few hours of my shift..” You groaned and Wooyoung just shushed you, “I’ll work that out princess..you sleep and I’ll get you ready. I’m taking you home early.” He says getting up off his knees and going to pick up your stuff off the floor.

He then helps you off the desk and onto the couch in the room, telling you to stay here and rest until he was done. That was the last thing you remembered before drifting off to sleep.

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The next night you came dressed in sweats, you were just coming to collect your money from yesterday from Jaehee. You waved to some of you coworkers who were getting ready, bumping into the Minyoung on the way.

“Oh look it’s the boring ass skank. Here to try and sleep around to gain a promotion?” She said making some of her little posse laugh. You rolled your eyes as you got your money from Jaehee, “Knock it off Minyoung” “No Jae, let her pick, I’m not working tonight” You responded with crossed arms. Minyoung raised her eyebrow. “Oh why not? Your the one who needs it the most out of all of us-”

“Princess you’re taking too long.” The three of you turned around to see Wooyoung standing in the doorway. You then hugged Jaehee and smirked at Minyoung before replying to Wooyoung. “Yes Sir, just collecting some things~” You giggle as you walk over to him and place your arms around his neck, earning a kiss on the cheek. Minyoung stared in anger and jealously as she stomped her foot and walked off.

“Now come on. I promised to take you out, hurry before you make us late.”

“Yes sir~”

You waved to your coworkers and friends before heading off with him, arms interlocked and the night ahead of yo

Guess you could call yourself lucky, huh?

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bun-joint-dolls · 7 months ago

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Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

Aoife was three years old when Meabh came into the world, sitting in the waiting room of the ward with her granny as her mother and father were tending to her arrival. Then she was there.

Bundled in pink blankets and placed in her arms, Aoife held Meabh tight, remembering how her toy dolls liked to be held, and she smiled, all toothy and bright, whispering, "Hi baby, I'm Aoife. I'll take care of you, brush your hair, and kiss you night night." and then placed a gentle kiss to Meabh's forehead, giggling in delight as the baby coos in response.

A year later, Fiona was born into the world, Meabh's little sister, and partner in crime. If Meabh was the mastermind, then Fiona was the getaway driver. They spent their early years sharing a bed even when they didn't have to, sharing their room, scheming, causing chaos, and fighting.

Aoife was Meabh's confidant, the one she could tell anything in the world to, and even if Aoife didn't agree, she would guard those secrets with her life. Fiona was Meabh's first friend, always doing everything together, laughing, and fighting, and when push came to shove, they would do anything for one another.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

As Caitlin held her second daughter she teared up, gazing at a little face that took more after her husband than herself. A small pudgy girl born just as the cowslip flowers were blooming, squirming and kicking, ready for the world. She held the wiggly newborn close and looked to Seamus with a beaming smile, "She's perfect. She's so perfect..."

He sits down on the bed, staring at his second daughter, seeing himself reflected in her. And for the second time in his life, he is amazed he put another being so beautiful in this world. Watching her kick around and whine, he smiled despite the fear that he wasn't the right man to love her, "...Meabh." he breathes out. The warrior goddess, she who intoxicates, his Meabh.

"Meabh." Caitlin repeats, then looks down at their baby, "Fits her."

Caitlin adored Meabh, despite how wild and unruly her second was, she was also the cheekiest and funniest daughter. She needed Caitlin's firmness, and her father's patience - but she was never less than perfect.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Seamus cradles Meabh to his chest, ten weeks old with her blue eyes observing the world around her, smiling with a glimmer of mischief as he watches her. Wrapped in a fine white silk gown that Caitlin had hand embroidered little lilies onto, her small pudgy hand adorned with a shining golden claddagh ring that matched her older sister's. Her wild brown curls left untamed as she kicked her feet around and squirmed.

He held her over the font, saw his own face reflecting back in the water, and felt his own faith strengthen - because there's no doubt that there's a God out there when Seamus has managed to have perfect girls. The priest pours the holy water over Meabh's head, making the girl squeal and giggle, wriggling around so much that Seamus was worried he'd drop her right into the font.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, may Meabh Saoirse O'Malley be anointed in the name of the Lord."

Seamus would never admit it, but Meabh was his favourite child - because she was every whip and turn alike him. He dedicated himself to being the person he needed as a boy, and loved Meabh the way she needed, even if that sometimes led to the two's tempers at each other's throats.

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

The TV was running the news in the corner of the livingroom, turned up so her grandmother could hear it as she cooked in the kitchen. Meabh and her sisters colouring in peacefully when suddenly the little girls' interest is pulled to the video shown on the screen.

A group of men being escorted to the back of a heavily armoured police vehicle while the newscaster read, "-Moore has plead guilty to 11 counts of murder, and Bates has plead guilty to 10. It was felt by the Lord Justice O'Donnell that the 42 life sentences were appropriate due to the brutality of the murders committed by the Shankhill Butchers. He has called these crimes a catalogue of horror, and a lasting monument to sectarian bigotry-"

"-Meabh! Dinner!" Her grandmother hollers. Meabh gets up and immediately rushes to the dinner table with an unease that those men had done very bad things, and done them for reasons she can't understand just yet - but she knew they would do bad things to her loved ones.

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Meabh kept a small crossbody bag on her at all times, with her arm always holding it shut despite the fact it also fastened closed and zipped. Her jeans always had her phone, but her bag had one of John's journals, her rosary beads, a small vial of perfume, a hair comb that came apart to reveal a blade, her euro purse and her sterling purse, and her eye patch.

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

The abbey. When Meabh was younger, and her family attended mass together, she remembers the abbey. How tall and imposing it was, with stain glass that made the room bathe in rainbows. It commanded you to whisper without ever needing a voice, to keep the sanctity of peace that the lord provides - and suddenly all the worries were gone, because there was a plan, a bigger picture, someone out there who deemed it just so.

Meabh walks down the aisle of that abbey several times in her dreams, a washing sense of relief coming over here. A moment of peace and reflection, to take stock, to ask someone to take the weight of her worries for a moment. She sits next to a man she began to look less like with age, and he holds her hand, gives it a gentle squeeze, and they sit forward in silence...

Her small hand wraps around her father's warm one, and when they meet eyes she's herself again, small, in a pastel yellow dress with her hair tamed, her face freckled and without blemish.

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

She's walking across a rope bridge with someone behind her, so high up that the black, stormy sea below feels like an abyss that's whipping in a frenzy. As she nears the safety of the other side the ropes begin to snap and the wind howls, everything happens so fast.

They're swinging from the collapsed bridge, the storm turning to hail and rain, making it difficult to hold on. She manages to clamber her way up to safety then starts hauling her other companion up with her, straining and screaming as her shoes dig into the earth and fight to hoist them up.

Falling. Meabh slams herself onto the ground and reaches out, grabbing their hand, but missing that one second she needed to tighten her grip and so they slip right through as she screams out for them.

DADDY!

COLONEL!

JOHNNY!

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

"Deep breath, Realta..." Her father whispers into her ear, helping to adjust her arms as they practice on a few empty bottles of beer. His rifle was heavy - a 600 AK-47. A deep breath in and then his finger taps hers and she pulls the trigger as she breathes out, his arm around her keeping her from being knocked back from the kick.

"THAT'S MY GIRL!" He laughed in delight as the bottle shatters to a million glassy fragments.

Meabh beams at him in pride, his twelve year old daughter was a crackshot from having used the revolver already. He kisses her cheek, and ruffles her messy curls.

"Now, what's the rules of guns? - one more time" He clears his throat, trying to contain his delight.

She huffs and turns the safety on, pointing the gun downward, "Respect your weapon. Safety on and pointed down when not in use. Guns are for self defense not for pissing contests. Only fire if you know they'll not have mercy for you."

"Good. Now again." He nods and crouches behind her, hands on her shoulders to keep her from falling at the next shot.

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Growing up, Meabh and her family scrounged to make ends meet. Her mother worked as a secretary in the local accountants, while her father was a fisherman who did a few cash in hand jobs. Still, clothes were always hand me down, sewn and made to last until they physically were not staying on. Food was portioned so everyone got what they needed and never much more. Toys were kept clean and regularly gifted from cousins or gifted on when they grew too old. She didn't want for much though, her family were happy, they loved each other, and her parents never let her worry.

Now, Meabh has more money than she knows what to do with. Often in a bunk out on sea, it wasn't worth having a home to go home to, it would only get dusty and fall to disrepair while she paid for it. No, Meabh just saved her money away for a trust fund for her eldest nephew.

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

It depended, on the boat, Meabh liked being in her full uniform, grey camo fatigues with steel toe combat black combat boots. Her jacket zipped up to her neck, and a black beret pinned to her hair, leather gloves tight to her hands. She liked that it commanded respect, that she blended in with her men, that she could let herself be another soldier than a Commodore.

However, as a civilian, Meabh always liked showing off - she was a knockout and she knew it. Cropped baby tees and long, silk skirts with chunky heels. Halter tops with miniskirts and ballet flats. Tight turtlenecks with flares and boots. Her fashion sense was stuck in the 90s and early noughties, but it suited her.

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

"Alright step out of the vehicle." The armoured man grit out, and Meabh stared at him defiantly.

"Fucking make me you bastard." She spat out the window at him.

"You little-" He pries the door open and wrenches her from the driver's seat while she screams at him, kicking her pretty heeled feet, her blue velvet dress with a lace overlay making it difficult for her to move much.

"Unhand me!" She growls as he pins her over the hood, searching her small clutch and finding condoms with an amused smile.

"Search the car boys, they're smuggling contraband." He lets go to watch his other men search the car, and Meabh taps his shoulder, making him turn around with a roll of the eyes only for a solid left fist to collide with the bridge of his nose.

"LITTLE BITCH-"

Then a gunshot fires.

Meabh is on the ground, gasping for air with her eyes wide, watching a flood of crimson red pour from her own face, her hands shake as they press to the wound, a huge gaping hole that took out the entirety of the flesh of her cheek. She spat when she felt something hard rolling around the back of her mouth to see her teeth, fractured into a million pieces.

"Daddy!" She wails out as her heart beats in between her ears, her breathing getting quick and tight - she's going to die, she's going to die in the dirt.

Her friends worked quickly, the boys grabbing her arms to haul her back over the border to safety, where if she dies there will be justice and outcry for her. The girls tore the fabric of her dress and put pressure to her wound to keep her from bleeding out, somewhere someone calls for a paramedic.

The soldiers ran off and abandoned their post.

Meabh's eyes roll back and close tight as the fear of dying became too much, passing out, unconscious and in a ditch in a backfield somewhere.

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Meabh had come home from a long deployment, a brand new addition to her family waiting to meet her.

She sits awkwardly stiff in her father's armchair, a cup of tea and a few Kimberly biscuits laid out on the coffee table, her aran jumper itches uncomfortably - all too domestic. Aoife sits there with a warm smile, holding her bundle of joy as she talks to their mother.

"Would you like to hold him, Meabh?" Her brother-in-law asked with a kind smile.

Before the woman could even say anything, Aoife was entrusting the most precious cargo to Meabh. She held the baby close and looked down at him, her chest tightening and breath stopping for a moment as a profound sense of awe and calm washed over her.

He didn't know what her hands had done. He didn't know the cruelty of the world. He didn't know hatred, fear, or pain. She begins to sob as this horrible sense of hope raises in her, a hope that his life is different - that he is better than her in every way. Hope that all she does, all she sacrifices, was to provide him a good life.

"What's his name?" She whispers, her finger stroking over his soft cheek.

"Séan" Omen. The first good omen she's had in years.

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Meabh was never squeamish around blood. It was a common sight in her childhood, even more so in her adolescence. By the time she entered the military blood had been the last thing she cared about or was squeamish over.

But every so often...

There's that nightmare. Her face ripping open and she drowns on her own blood - and it makes her nauseous for the next day.

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Faces. Meabh knew her friends from her enemies, even if she couldn't name them. She knew who to go back to save, who to load a bullet into, who needed her to lead them to safety, who needed to be interrogated. Faces were the only thing that mattered in her line of work. Titles and names were a formality that she could do away with, but if a face that should be dead is walking around, well... isn't that a bigger problem?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

She had little to her possession than what could fit within a bag and her pockets, and she liked it that way. It was all she needed, and she doubled down on that after John passed away - selling her home and donating her clothes.

Money she built up, but never for herself, all of what wasn't spent was put into a trust fund for Sean.

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

Happiness was a concept Meabh was unfamiliar with, it was a rare emotion she got to feel and allowed herself to indulge in. She was a very happy daughter, a happier girlfriend. But now, happiness was like the winning lottery ticket, and yet she kept buying in for hopes she'll win again. Those who could be happy, laugh with their chest, and shake their shoulders as though nothing weighed on them, she envied them the most.

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

She'd never admit it, but her favourite toy growing up was her Polly Pockets. She'd carry them around with her in her pockets and bags as a girl. Constantly chewing on the plastic clothes, dressing them up, creating stories with her sisters - she adored her Polly who she named Grainne.

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

She can admire both, they are much different attributes that can be admired in different ways. The wisdom to stay your blade, to keep silence, to listen rather than speak. The ambition to drive yourself, to aim to be better, to give yourself hope.

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

Meabh kept her relationships private, secretive, every single one of them - to many it would seem she was ashamed of her loved ones, like she was embarrassed of them, or they burdened her. But she was actually too scared to put targets on them - if she could shield them from the stars and gods themselves she would do so, anything to minimize who knew about the good in this world, for fear they'd like to snuff it out.

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

Fiona was a beautiful bride, smiling and chatting away to anyone who listened to her, and sat between her and Meabh was Aoife, who was dignified and elegant. Meabh smiled warmly, she didn't look like her sisters, didn't have the same kind of life, or experiences, or temperament - and maybe if she had been more like them she wouldn't have turned out how she did. They make her wonder of all the 'what ifs' that could've been...

But then she wouldn't have met John.

Agony was a small price to pay for how loved she was all those years.

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

Quick to shrug it off, to dust her clothes, to wipe the blood, to patch the wound - she will survive. She didn't deserve it, but no one else does either, so she'll bear the burden.

Religion became a quiet bed of comfort, one she could fall back on. When she doubted her resolve, her reasoning, when she questioned if this was the type of life she deserved - she tried to hope there was a divine plan, that something out there knew what she was there for and she'd realise it one day too.

What does your character like in other people?

Chatty and bubbly people always make Meabh smile, she could allow herself to be infected by their joy for the length of a conversation. However, if they were witty and sharp too, she was a goner, finding them endlessly charming.

What does your character dislike in other people?

Despises those with a sense of righteousness when it's misplaced. She finds them to be reckless, dangerous idiots. They can't be convinced otherwise, and when allowed to stew in their vitriol, they are able to do mass-scale harm.

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

You have her initial trust, but she won't ever turn her back, won't ever underestimate you. She's not an idiot. There's a handful of people who have proved their loyalty and worth of her blind eye. She'll trust you, but she'll always be ready to save herself before relying on you.

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

Trust and suspect come hand in hand, she wasn't about to let her guard down just because someone wore a smile and showed up empty handed. Even flowers can be poisonous and thorny.

How does your character behave around children?

Children bring out the best in Meabh, they bring out who she could've been, what was meant to be. Cradling babies and singing to them, doting on them with endless patience and affection. Roughhousing with older children and taking them on day trips to get up to adventures. She was the fun aunt, the cheeky and sharp one, and all her nieces and nephews adore her.

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

Like father like daughter. When someone is upset with her, she remains quiet, pensive, and allows her anger to simmer off before she replies. Becomes sharper, snarkier, but would never raise her tone, bite back, or call names. Conflict is a dance, and she's a beautifully poised partner.

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

It is her last resort. She has only once ever turned to fists during an argument and it's because he reached for her first. Otherwise she would never even think about laying her hand on another person outside of work.

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child?

Seamus was endlessly amused when Meabh came home from school with a little white book full of childrens' drawings for future careers they wanted to do. Flipping through it, Aoife wanted to be a vet, and Fiona wanted to be a singer. It took a while, but eventually he found Meabh's picture that looked like the interpretative dance of drawings.

'When I grow up I want to be a trolley dolly.'

He groans in frustration - he and Caitlin needed to start keeping their comments to themselves.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

The Admiral screams in her face, a mission gone south, the intel was off and they lost men, good men. This was just the order of things, the General yells at the Admiral and the Admiral yells at her. She's listening, understands they're all feeling the brunt of responsibility and guilt, that there's room for improvement, that there were mistakes on all sides.

She'll learn.

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

Meabh believes in a deft hand first and brute force last. Run through every option before using your own flesh and bone to force the fucking mountain to move.

Makarov will be tied to a chair, asked nicely to confess to everything just once. Then she'll ramp it up from there, until he's going home in a bodybag for his loved ones to identify. A sadistic note shoved in his mouth 'It took him four days to finally die. Love, Miss MacTavish.'

How does your character behave around people they like?

Confident, assertive, bubbly, and outgoing. If she likes you she can truly be herself, playful and jokey, taking you on a journey, making you fall in love with her with each joke. Good humored enough to laugh when the jokes are about her too.

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Silent, observant, taking stock and waiting to spot, a crack, a vulnerability to store away for later. If she dislikes you it's because you presented yourself as a threat, and she will catalog everything you love to strip it from you.

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

The court was waiting with bated breath, she stood, quiet and stoic, a sea of other victims around her, their lawyer sat in front.

"The court cannot proceed." The judge finally sighed.

"Objection! On what grounds!?" Their lawyer demanded, and everyone's blood ran cold.

"There is no documentation to suggest that any of the accusations you are presented ever occurred."

A man shouts out from the crowd, "WE CAN'T ALL BE LYING FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES YOU FUCKING CLOWN!"

Riot breaks out in the court and Meabh stands to storm out, her honour broken as they refuse to acknowledge what they did to her people. They discarded the evidence to protect their own - they're only so lucky she's reigned her temper in enough to not attempt to attack them.

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

"Why do we have to weed the garden?" Meabh whines as she helps her mother, sweat rolling over her face in the Summer heat.

Caitlin laughs as she rips a weed up from around the daffodils, "Well, when weeds start to grow they spread, and then they start to take food from the flowers, and that can hurt the flowers badly."

"But why are we digging around?" She rips a few leaves up without roots, "Isn't this enough!?"

"No Meabhy," Her mother finishes the job for her and takes the roots out, "The roots are how the weeds come back - remember that, always remove the roots and the weeds will stop."

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

Her and Micheal were sprinting through Cape Town, her following close at his heels as he took them through back alleys and houses - the hounds hot at their tails and bullets hailing their directions.

"CLIMB!" He hollers as he begins to scale a chainlink fence, and Meabh growls in frustration but starts to haul herself up after them.

A powerful maw sinks into her calf as the dog hooks onto her, attempting to pull her down, "Fuck me-! Micheal get this fucking rat off me!" He screams as she shakes her bloody leg, trying to kick the malinois off.

Gunshot followed by whine, the jaw unhinges and lets her free and she quickly scales the fence, her adrenaline pushing her to continue to run beside him - her stomach churning in guilt for killing the dog.

She loves dogs... poor thing didn't know any better.

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

As a child, Meabh wasn't owed anything, she couldn't have anything she asked for - they had to save, or she had to behave, or it was a reward. That was how thing were. Now, as an adult she also works to get what she wants, even when it's handed to her, she proves that she's worthy of it, that it wasn't a waste or the significance lost on her. She doesn't have to earn it, but she wants to.

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Mr. Kelly had been in her family's lives since she can remember - an uncle and a second father. He was a cold and calculating man, but knew to treat her with safety gloves, was quiet, listened, and only shared his guidance when appropriate.

When her father died it was then no surprise that Mr. Kelly decided she and him should enact revenge. They tracked them like animals for weeks, he taught her every trick in the book, how to survive with nothing but a blade, the right clothes to wear, how to track and how to not get tracked, how to make a kill clean. He even showed her how to keep the nausea down when you take your first life.

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

Her boots slammed as she descended the steps of the boat, a sea of eyes all staring at her, waiting for their orders, their directions, each and every one of these men and women dependent on her and her command.

Heavy is the head and all that.

"At ease!" She hollers, and then the eyes turn back to their original schedules.

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

Exceedingly difficult. She was afraid of admitting it. That if she said it out loud it immediately put someone in danger. She made enemies, and her enemies were violent, bloodthirsty men. To freely love is a blessing she isn't gifted with. So when she admits it to him, laying in bed, whispering it into the night, she knows that something has fundamentally changed.

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

When she thinks about her death, she thinks of the peace it will bring - how her buzzing brain will finally fall silent. How her shoulders will be less broad and strong, her wrinkles less pronounced. She thinks of how she'll be reunited with those she loves most.

Death brings her peace, clarity, an answer to a question:

"Was it enough?"

Notes:

Cowslip Symbolism: The flower is said to be extremely precious to fairies and is used to find their hidden treasures and gifts. Along with the symbolism of “death”, “birth” and “doom”, the cowslip also means “adventure” and “mischief”.

Meabh: Meabh means 'she who intoxicates' and is also derivative of Medb; the goddess of sovereignty and the warrior queen.

Saoirse: Saoirse means 'freedom', a popular Irish name after British occupation and colonization.

Shankhill Butchers: a group of 12 men who were part of the UVF (A paramilitary group). The gang was notorious for kidnapping, torturing, and murdering random or suspected Catholic civilians; each was beaten ferociously and had their throat slashed with a butcher's knife. Some were also tortured and attacked with a hatchet. The gang also killed six Ulster Protestants over personal disputes and two other Protestants mistaken for Catholics.

Condoms: Condoms were illegal until after 1991 in Northern Ireland, and Meabh was crossing the border from the Republic into the North, which means she was officially smuggling, which the S.A.S punished.

Trolley Dolly: a derogatory term for air hostesses in the UK and Ireland.

Court: When the people of Northern Ireland were seeking apologies/reparations from England for what the S.A.S did, the government were unable to provide the documented evidence on what their soldiers did - this kept the injunction going on for years and only recently were the people finally apologised to.

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